#no... absolutly not scare

[toxicincestenjoyer-fig]

Its only natural to admire one's older sibling~

I like to imagine their relationship being more subtle than overtly incestous. Shamura needed a lot of help and while Kallamar wasn't exatly excited to take on so much responsibility it made him really happy when Shamura praised him for helping. He liked feeling needed by Shamura and they really did need him. It just ended up being this thing where their relationship and feelings definitely got to the point that they were closer than would be aproprite but not quite enough that anyone could overtly say it was incest(At least until I make them kiss but you get my point). They were both just so stressed from being the eldest Bishops and for a long time the other three just couldn't quite understand that so they could really only confide in eachother.

[chillysmoothie]

i must be the most annoying person to trade with. 'the vibes were wrong sorry' girl stfu

[nyxila]

You cannot convice me that Ekko would abslolutly love Isha, and she would be firstly scared of him. She does not know him. But she would watch him. Once when he is just messing around with his hoverboard, he sees her and asks her, if she wants to try it.

After that she would often be with him, sitting on his shoulders, hugging his leg and sitting on his feet, so he wont left her. When he sits down, she is either sitting next to him and hugs him or sitting on his legs and hugs him.

Jinx absolutly adores them and have few photos od them. She even crated smaler hoverboard for Isha, and Ekko techies her on it.

First time Isha accidently called Ekko "Papa" he almost got heartattack. She calls Jinx "Mama" and others FireLighters calls Isha their child. Ekko used to blush on it, but didnt mind it.

Isha and Jinx once painted Ekkos hair with blue, so all of them were bluehaired. Also Isha always draws them all together.

[novthewolf]

hello can give crush edward cullen x fem reader headcanons please 🙏 😊

Edward Cullen having a crush on you :

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- The moment you cross that damn classroom door, Edward felt a incredible pull toward you.

- The rapidity of it would be ridiculous. But we all know our melodramatic vampire, he loves to make things complicated.

- He would be in a huge denial. Absolutly disregard any possible feeling for you.

- Edward would actually be scared, 'cause he thinks what he feels for you was plain bloodlust.

- So obviously, he distances himself from you even before your first official interaction.

- You didn't know how to react to this, wondering what you did wrong but tried your best to not let it get to you.

- You two were almost forced together by fate, since you have to work on a history project together.

- His incredible knowledge of history surprised you and intrigued, asking him all the questions you might had and always receiving an answer.

- Edward actually really enjoy your curiousity and got more and more eager to answer you.

- Still, you don’t instantly get closer from that. But slowly, he warms up to you.

- You spend more time together, especially in the library.

- His family doesn't quite understand why he hangs around you. And if you asked him at that moment, he wouldn't know either.

- What he does know is that it's getting harder and harder for him to stay away from you.

- Your presence, the way you smile when he explains something to you, the movements of your hands when you turn the pages of your new book.

- The way your eyes met his...

- Edward made a huge effort to never focus on your mind and read it but sometimes he wanted to know what you were thinking.

- He'd spent a lot of nights laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling, replaying your conversations and moments spent with you, a smile grazing his lips unconsciously.

- Alice will get tired of his rambling about you but especially of his denial.

- Edward just couldn't bring himself to admit it, but the crush was there. And he was falling hard.

- As you grow closer, he becomes quite protective of you, as one could expect.

- When you hang out of Forks he is clued to your side, only leaving once he brings you back to your doorstep.

- Edward would be smiling and laughing way more often around you than with anybody else.

- Your whole relationship is really soft and slow but the feelings are there, and raising to the top.

- He would be showing signs of courting. Like, sometimes, out of nowhere he would come by to your house, to drive you to school and a tiny hand-picked bouquet flower will be waiting for you.

- Lifting your bag or books for you, holding the door open, glaring other 'suitors' away...

- "Let me get that for you..." He'd say and grab the book of the top of the shelf you couldn't reach, trapping you against his body.

- You would be constantly on his mind, almost driving him to madness. You managed to settle yourself in his head, but he would be a damn fool if he ever try to erase you.

- Now, everyday when he went off to school, he would arrive with a dumb little lovestruck smile on his face.

- But days aren't enough anymore and he regurlaly come through your window at night and observe you sleep peacefuly.

- He sometimes even clean up your room for you. And it's alway a nice surprise to find a tidy room, despite the fact it was certainly how you remembered it looked like when you went off to sleep.

- However, I don't think he would really act on his crush right away, but eventually... heh...

- No, it's better if you at least do the first step, just to reassure him.

- If you're too shy to explecitly confess your attraction toward him, don't worry you can be subtle, he notices the small details.

- When he notices your attraction, he isn't surprised by it (he is ecstatic don't get me wrong) but rather of his feelings for you.

- Edward would be in shock and need some time away from you, to clear his head.

- But like during the months since he met you, you kept coming back to him. He missed your shy warm fingers grazing against his, your oh so sweet scent, your words and smiles...

- You two had build such strong bound, you trusted him so much and so did he. He wanted to be truthful.

- To do so, Edward guides you through the woods, holding your hand in need be and brushing off leaves from your hair.

- He softly pushed you inside the beautiful clearing that laid in front of you, as he stayed put in the outlooks of the forest.

- So many doubts came whirlwinding in front of him but that caring smile you offered him, to invite him in... God, how could he saw no to you ?

- The vampire felt a deep rumbling in his chest as he took step forward, exposing his darkest self and feelings to you.

- "Don't crush my heart..." He muttered, knowing you wouldn't hear him, but all he needed know, was for you to see him.

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[obsessedwithmiguel]

Passionate nights

• He would absolutly love missionary 'cause he can see your eyes and the rest of your body.

• He's a soft dominant.

• He would be gentle. He is aware of how big and strong he is.

• He will NOT be rough (or at least try) because he can easily break you and kill you, so he will treat you like a porcelan doll.

• DOES NOT have daddy or mommy kink. He feels disgusted instead.

• If he ever tries doggy style, it'll be rare since he prefers seeing you eyes. But if you really want to, he will think about it.

• He takes his sweet time. That' why he doesn't like quickies. He wants to taste you, feel you, see you, touch you, hear you.

• Will wipe your tears.

• Will tell you to open your eyes and look at him. To not be shy about it.

• Will tell you to let it all go out. The only way your moans will be shut is when he kisses your lips.

• Will kiss your neck and chest as another way of showing affection.

• He is not into degrading. The last thing he would want to do is to hurt you. Verbaly or physicaly.

• Will whisper things in Spanish when he's close and almost spend.

• He is more of grunts type than moans.

• Will make sure you're comfortable with him.

• Will say: "Are you sure? We can stop if you need to. If it hurts, just say it, alright? I'll take it slow. I won't hurt you, I promise."

• Loves when you call out his name. It drives him insane. It makes him want to lose control, but he remains on the line.

• Will compliment you.

• He will maybe be like 'this pussy of mine, got it?' He wouldn't say it and he won't think like that.

• Loves your body. It doesn't matter if the thighs are thin of thick. If you are small, medium or large chested. If you have wide hips of not. If you're chubby or not. He will still say that it's beautiful and atractive in his own way.

• When he eats you out, he will glare up at you from time to time to see your face.

• If his talons come out and hurt you, he would apologies and place his hands on each side of you. Scared of hurting you again.

• Even if you're done, he would still have energy, but he has self control.

• His aftercare would be kind of comforting. It's been a long time since he did this, so just give him time.

People, give me ideas. I don't want to leave this acount abandoned like the wattpad one.

[rafechubbygf]

rafe cameron x plus size!baddie!chubby!reader

you were the baddie one, but surely, the revenge one. you were the most praised kook ever, because of your daddy’s money. nobody made the most unforgettable, dirtiest, and craziest parties, weirdest as project x ones than you. at first, you were mocked and humiliated, always the center of attention but not for the right reasons and now, you were putting the bullies at your own feet, and you were surely making them hard in your expensive clothes that exposed your curves. some kooks denied the attraction they had for you, others only lived for that.

one day, you were sunbathing on your pool chair, an iced cocktail in your hands, sunglasses on your eyes, luxury hat on your head with a pretty black elbow, the life of a girl who was rich and who had the possibility to use her time as she wanted. you thought you were alone, you wanted to be alone, but someone had burst in front of you.

you knew this face. who didn't know him? it was rafe cameron. the one and only son of ward cameron. one of your father's very close friends.

without shame, he stared at your nice huge boobs which overflowed from your tiny bikini, looking down at your chubby belly. there was no disgust in his eyes. you could even tell he loved it, because he discreetly bit his bottom lip.

“ do you want me to help you daydream about my tits by taking off my top? “

“ so confident about your body. “

“ yes, i love making boys shy. “

he cleared his throat, looking up without being embarrassed.

“ i can bet you’ve never seen one this big.”

“ because you're so aware about my sex routine, yea ? “

“ i know, i'm right. anyway, tell me why are you here, country boy ?”

“ i want to sell drugs at your parties by now. you have all kooks in your house, let me help you make bigger parties. it's a win for the two of us.”

“ i don't need an acolyte. but thanks, sweet proposal, cameron.“

“ but you need a big man. “

you took off your sunglasses.

"you're wrong if you think i need a man. boys like you always humiliated me, thinking i wasn't pretty enough to be respected. so why would i do that for you? what if i say no, rafe ?”

“ absolutly nothing, sweetheart because i will take this for a yes. “

“ do you think i'm scared of you, do you think i can't stand up against you ? “

“ such a big girl, it's supposed to impress me ? do better and harder, you want to show off ? then, perform. “

you rolled your eyes, annoyed by his attitude, while crossing your arms, pressing them against your boobs.

“ also, you're wrong. “

“ about what ? “

“ i like chubby girls. “

“ you're not good at making jokes, rafe cameron. and you just love the curvy sexy side. not the overweight one. “

“ again, you're fucking wrong. “

his look had changed, and his voice tone had become firmer. he was serious. you were starting to doubt.

you always saw boys looking at other girls that you also found pretty, but the way men looked at you made you feel terribly self-conscious before. now you felt better in your body.

“bunny, i can swear i love that plump belly and those fat thighs, and i can go to hell for them.”

“ bunny ? “

“ yes, and trust me, i will make you bounce like them, sweetheart. “

“ what do you mean ? you’re not disgusted by my body?”

“the way your body turns me on, you have no idea, i’m so hard right now. be confident, because my cock is really going to fuck you like you are the most beautiful girl on this earth.”

and then, rafe fucking cameron kneeled at your feet, his hands on your waist, pressing with his fingers your tubby curvy waist, while he kissed your chubby tummy, putting soft kissies on your skin. you can felt the tenderness and warmth covering your pretty belly.

" don't try to fool me, country boy. don't be gentle, when you want nothing that being rough and make me cry.”

“i think your pussy is already crying” he had looking at your dripping fanny and pressed his nose into the fold.

with his fingers, he traced the shape of your fat cunt, pressing on both swollen parts, his thumb against your clit.

“ you're so hot. “

“ and you're so damn hard. “

he pulled your string bikini down to your feet, and you lay down on the pool chair.

"open those legs wide. bunny. i said wider. “

you pushed them aside, revealing your wet pussy. he slipped between your legs, pinning them under his biceps.

“ do you think you can make me cum ? “

“ i will do better than that. what about multiple orgasms, needy girl ? “

he spat on his fingers, before starting to fingering you. you could tell he was good, and it wasn’t the first time he’d done it. his movements were fast, all of your wetness stuck to his fingers as he moved hard into your walls, stretching them. he made your chubby legs tremble on his arms, and your cries became more and more desperate.

"acting like a big girl and now crying like a child, such a pathetic slut."

you didn't respond, your eyes rolling all over the place, while you felt your hole open and clench on his fingers.

he was amused by your noises.

"having fun? you wanted to cry so much? keep dropping those tears, ruin your own dollface, crybaby.”

you were so turned on, your hole was dilated, completely open and his tongue had started to play with your clit, a trickle of saliva slipping to his glistening lips from your arousal fluids at your little button. he had licked it, sucking the pearl harder.

your walls were wrapped around his fingers, the sound steamy and hot of him thrusting inside. you were just a whining mess.

"rafe!...rafe...more!" you cried out.

he moved his digits in and out, you could see his lustrous tongue tucked in your clit, his nose against your pubic. his fingers went deep, covered by your wetness. he had speeded, and started to wreck your count with his big fingers.

“ save your tears, chubby bun, it's the beginning. you think my fingers are big ? fear better of my cock. “

he took off his shorts, tossing it to the side. he was painfully hard. your slobbering lips opened,

he had kissed you, crushing his muscular body against your larger one. you could feel his abs against your belly.

he was an aggressive kisser, kissing your lips violently, possessively.

“ don't kiss me like we are something. “

“ then don't get your pussy soaked like you wanted this more than me. enough talking. “

he made you close your mouth with his tongue, his saliva sliding into yours. you wanted it and you couldn’t deny it anymore. and he understood that.

he had positioned himself between your legs, pressing your thighs against his waist before pushing his cock into your pussy. he gave the first hard thrust, letting out a grunt as he felt how tight and wet you were. you could feel him inside you. his cock was hard to take, but you wanted to make him proud.

your mouth curved into a perfect circle-form, drool falling from your swollen lips. he had started to fuck you deeply, you could feel his hips slapping against your ass, his big balls hitting your thick body. they were full.

you were beautiful, a goddamn plus size hottie kook girl. and you made his heavy fat dick getting monstruous inside you, everytime his tip bumped into your spot. the way your ass jiggles as his deep thrusting, the way all your curves swing harder.

your vision was blurry, because he was fucking you too good. he was sweating. as he filled you, pushing his cock loudly and pounding into your inners so hard that you always ended up letting out a desperate cry. he also touched your curves, tracing their shapes with his fingers, emphasizing how perfect he found them. he also said that from now on, it was his.

"this body belongs to me. and you should really be careful not to forget it, you don't want this to end badly right, bunny?”

your pussy gripped him tighter and tighter, while you held your tits in your hands.

you turned your head quickly to say no. you didn’t want this to end badly but he had grabbed your jaw, gripping it tightly in his hand, forcing your mouth to open and curve, a trickle of saliva slipping from your lip.

“i want a clear answer. i want to hear yes.”

the pleasure was intense, your sensations amplified, the desire became more and more terrible.

your slopping pussy was leaking, and hungry. you could feel every inch of his hard cock, especially when he pushed all the way in.

“ i want to cum…let me cum ! “

“ beg for it and i will see. “

he wanted to continue his thrusts in your pussy. he loved seeing you cry. his sweat ran down his face, a drop glistening on the tip of his nose. his hair was messy, and stuck to his forehead.

“ please…! please…! i'm begging you ! i really need to cum…daddy ?” you tried.

and he had exploded in your walls at the mention of "daddy", making your squirts around his fat dick. your cunt was creamy, mixed with his cum dripping from your slit.

“ what was that ? “

“ what…” you played dumb. “ you mean the daddy thing ? “

“ call me that again and i make your pretty chubby tummy bigger by putting babies inside. “

“ i think you want a next round. “

“ you're right. time to make you pregnant.”

[eggwriting]

Kevin McCormick, how to not mischaracterize him:

this is a rant about my favorite background character and I first want to start it with my first complaint; PLEASE STOP MAKING KEVIN AN ABSENT OLDER BROTHER WHO HATES HIS FAMILY AND RUNS AWAY WHILE LETTING HIS SIBLINGS DIE.

Look I get it, kevin has like 6 scenes in the entire 26 seasons of sp while karen has a centric episode and vurnble scenes that make you get to know her better therefore making her easier to characterize than kevin+ kevin hardly interacts with kenny. But here I am to tell you that making him absent is way more of a mischaracterization than making him be there with his siblings but not interact as much.

"But egg, when kevin was fighting with his dad, Carol said that they were both drunk pices of shit while holding a crying karen!!" Kenny also gets high all the time and has shown to have an addiction to it. Sure, kenny as a character has never shown to be violent like kevin has but it is implied that he also has beaten his parents as mystyrion.

"But Kenny was doing it so he could protect his siblings!" Guys, I'll hold your hand when I say this; kevin has shown multiple times that he cares a LOT for his siblings I want to point out:

notice how when Stuart starts screaming at karen for wanting ice cream Kevin is the first one who gets immediately angery but then shows empathy and worriedness when kenny runs after her

Alsooo Kevin is the one who when they put in the orphanage is looking around all worried and suspicious

I think Kevin truly does care about his siblings but he has a hard time expressing it so instead he tries his best to protect them even if that means he'll look like a 'bad' guy in front of his siblings.

If you still are struggling with Kevin's character a more easy guide is to think of it as kenny if he had anger issues. Kenny and Kevin have a LOT of similar traits (I.e when Stuart and Carol start fighting they both start laughing, they both love food, thay both are willing to hurt other ppl for their siblings etc) but kevin is more short tempered which tbh is to be expected; he is a teenager living in a house where screaming and fighting is normal, a house where he can't be listened without screaming (mind you, heard and listened are two VERY different things). He is in a part of his life when he is brimming with emotions and to add onto that he has one-if not, the shittiest home situations in south park.

this audio I'm going to link is how i see kevin's character has been hinted to be: https://www.instagram.com/reel/DCPq8AkNBR6/?igsh=dmNtaGl6dm8wcmVh

AWS here are some of my hc for my baby;

Okay VERY far fetched hc but; when Kevin gets mad his voice deepens and it makes him sound more intimidating so what if a reason Kenny deepens his voice when he is mystiorion is bc he wants to sound more intimate like his big brother.

he really likes arts bc in the episode where they go to the circus while everyone else was getting bored Kevin looked genuinely entertained and when mop was performing everyone else looked terrified ecxept kevin who was just enjoying his time and supporting his brother's dreams.

Another farfetched hc; I think that it's more likely for Kevin to have smth sort of the same curse as kenny bc he seems very Pernoid and scared most of the time same like kenny.

he has absolutly no sense of fashion and frankly...he dosent care, hell wear what the heck is in front of him as long as it keeps him warm. (smth that probably runs in his blood bc tell me why both kenny and kevin looked like they just came out of a trash can in post covid)

He has veryy thick brows bc in the show even though e doesnt talk a lot (like kenny) we understand what he is feeling cuz his brows are constantly showing. which leads me to the next point...

he has a hard time hiding emotion. he is so expressionante- when he gets angry he clutches his fists and looks at the ground, his brows frown hard and he grints his teeth (and how i mentioned earlier that his voice gets deeper ). when he is worried it seems like all the mountness layers and threatning words melt down and so does his face. he looks way younger and he hides away behind the other kids (as seen in the scene where that one kid was getting doctor peppered in the orphange episode)

if you read this thank you so so much and i really hope one day there will be more fics where kevin is a good brother who works through his issues with the help of his siblings and gets as much attention as karen.

with love, egg.

[emyladia]

Sweet nothing Lando would whisper at you when he thinks you're asleep...

Pairing : Lando x f!reader

Genre : Fluff, suggestive, explicit

Warning : Too cute (might make an overdose), talking about sex, I think that's all...

A/N : Honestly I'm such a simp for Lando like I can't... Anyways I hope you'll enjoy it and I take request if you ever want...

"You are the prettiest things I have ever seen in this earth"

"Thank you to love me"

"Today I saw that you were wearing that shirt, the white one a little see through. It just looks so good on you, like everything anyways"

"I'm so lucky to have you, really"

"I think I want to marry you. No, I know. I want to spend every single day of my life with you, and to call you Mrs. Norris"

"Sometimes I wonder why you're dating me, you're so amazing and so pretty, and so smart. I'm so sorry I don't deserve you"

"When you're asleep like that, looking all cute and innocent, it makes me want to fuck you so bad it actually hurts"

"I don't want to get out of bed today, I want to get down on you all day long, to fill you with my cock until you're so overstimulated you can't feel anything"

"Please don't leave me, please, please, please, please..."

"I'm sleeping better when you're around, it just feels like there is something missing when you're not here, it keeps me awake"

"I'm scared, so scared, that I might lose you, that I love you so damn much, I'm so afraid"

"I always knew that an orgasm was great, but god. Nobody told me that it would be absolutly fucking mind blowing with you"

"I could stare at you all day and never get tired of it"

"When you're not around my brain can only think about you, and when you're here all I think about is you. I just can't get you out of my head, it's crazy how much you're messing with my brain"

"I know I'm not telling you enough but... I love you"

[honestlynervousnut]

Kodiak is a survivor of Cabin guy

Yes I wrote what you read.

And this is gonna get messier so im gonna try to explain myself as best as I can:

First of all I am a firm believer that cabin guy was on some shady shit when he was alive (Cult leader)

And second of all I am fascinated by Kodiak's character mostly bc he seems to be just as shady and I also have a big imagination so im gonna tell you all the evidence I have to think the way im thinking:

1- Kodiak's backstory: I want you all to take a moment to think what the sentence ''Went to kill a buck and never got out'' (I think it was like that) could possibly mean, because yeah he probably went with the intention of killing a buck that day but he DID got out of there so what if he saw something he shouldn't have? And what if then certain cabin cult decided to kidnap him until he finally got out of there?

2- The scars: I know he already said how he got those scars (I don't entiretly believe it tbh) and I saw a few people on Reddit theorizing that he maybe has the symbol carved on his body (Which would be fucking awesome in my opinion) But I honestly think there's more than just that (Also a few people said that maybe he got mauled by something just like Van with the wolves and I may not be a doctor but in my opinion those scars look a little too perfectly straight to be that)

I mean look at them:

I don't know don't listen to me too much on this one

And last but not least... (And this is the one that made me question things the most)

3- HIS FUCKING REACTION TO THE GIRLS:

LOOK AT THIS MAN'S FACE!

(Excuse the quality I got them from a tiktok)

Hannah and Edwin are surprised, they are scared! Which is absolutly normal but then there's this motherfucker without a trace of surprise in his face! In fact I dare to say that he was even expecting this! (Mostly bc of how nonchalantly he said to Edwin that he would not recommend getting close to people this far from civilization) He was expecting to see people doing weird shit in the woods but he looks CONFUSED you wanna know why? Because those are not the people doing weird shit in the woods that he was expecting to see! Those are not the people he knows!

What am I trying to say with this word vomit?: That I fully believe that Cabin guy was some sort of cult leader when he was alive and that Kodiak was either part of said cult or someone that was meant to be sacrificed by said cult but he somehow escaped

Okay so that's basically it lmao I hope yall enjoyed this!!! :D Im very open for discussions and thoughts abt this theory

(I've seen a lot of people say that he's probably cabin guy's son but I wanted to give my own theory about it while I wait for Friday lol)

[a-whisper-in-the-forest]

Happy

Villain stumbles through a dark alley. They had barely escaped the police after their fight with Hero. Their ankle hurts. They probably sprained it during the fight. A few of their ribs hurt. Not broken, but certainly bruised. It's a relief that they don't have any deep wounds, but it's still going to be a painful night. There is not much they can do except sleep the injuries off. Damn it. They should've seen the Hero sooner. They might have saved themselves a few bruises.

All of a sudden they hear a sound behind them. They stop in their tracks. If it's one of those annoying ass reporters they're going to throw hands. Why now? Villain hates talking to reporters. They just want to go home. “Don't think I didn't hear you.” Villain says loudly, making sure whoever is behind them can hear them. “I'll give you 10 seconds to run.”

When they don't hear movement they turn around. Even then the stranger doesn't make a move. Villain sighs. If the reporter fainted, they're going to leave them to the rats.

They carefully walk forward to the dumpster the stranger is hiding behind. They peek behind it, expecting a scared reporter.

Only to find a child, maybe ten years old. “What the-?” Villain starts to say but gets interrupted by the child. “Canyoupleasesignmydrawing?” It comes out quickly and very high pitched. “Sorry?” The Villain answers taken aback by the sudden request. The Child takes a deep breath and asks again, now slower. “Can you please sign my drawing?” The Villain blinks a few times trying to process what the Child just said. Never, and they mean never, has someone asked Villain to sign anything. Let alone a child. Signing things was usually the Hero's job, and making fun of it the Villain's. There was so much they wanted to ask but the only word that came out was: “Why?”

“Because I think you're cool. And you helped my sibling.” Now that confused Villain even more.

“I think you have the wrong person. Hero went the other way, kid.” Villain says pointing to the direction Hero ran to. “You're Villain, right?”

“Yes…”

“Then you're the right person.” The Child says offering their drawing and pen again. “I don't know who saved your sibling, but I can assure you, it wasn't me.” This kid knows what a villain is, right?

“No, no. You did,” The child said confidently. “You're the one. I saw your mask on the kitchen table.”

Okay, now Villain is absolutly confused. And a little freaked out. Where did they put their mask on a kitchen table?

“You helped them stop the bleeding! Sibling never let's me in the living room when they come home late, but I know they're always hurt. And you helped them, I am sure!”

Then it hit Villain. Two weeks ago Hero and Villain got into a really bad fight. Villain got a few bad cuts and bruises but Hero was seriously hurt. Against better judgement, Villain went to Hero's house to stitch their nemesis up. They had never noticed the child lurking from the kitchen.

“I think I understand now…” Villain starts slowly. “Yes, I helped your sibling. But we will fight more with each other then we help each other.”

“Oh…” the child's face drops in dissapointment. “They seemed so happy and relaxed when you left.” And Villain was back to confused. “Happy? After I left?” Why would their nemesis be happy after they helped them. “Yes, I haven't seen them like that in months,” The Child answers, a sliver of hope making it back onto the their face. “I was actually going to ask you to come have dinner with us, but if you don't want too that's fine.”

“No, It's alright. I'll come.” Villain had to figure out why their Hero was happy when they left.

Next part

Hi! It's a short one today, but hopefully still enjoyable. (And apperantly i have a thing with naming my snippets with emotions)

My requests are open if you want to ask for a snippet or something else!

[biribaa]

This is my first time requesting and I just got into DW fandom and I already loving it but would you do Vee x gn Reader headcannon (or fic if you have a plot)? That would be awesome.

Vee x reader hcs!

TW/CW: none ig

Vee is one of these partners that loves to be a gentleman to their lover. Doing favors whenk asked or when possible, and treating you delicately, even when not needed. You're dating THE Vee, and she's going to make you feel special just like she is.

Loves to get you flurstered. Everytime you both greet eachother in the day, Vee holds your hand carefully and bring it to her screen, simulating a kiss. Immediatly glacing to your face to watch your expression.

Vee is practically a celebrity to everyone around her, and sometimes she does worry about the major attention you will get from being her partner, even if you don't mind with it. Even if the toon likes to show off her partner to the public, she tries to balance how she is with you in front of the cameras and the public.

Oh but everyone will definetly get a little bothered when you're present in one of her gameshows. Even in front of the cameras, she will drop dozens of romantic hints towards you, and not only you notice it but ANYONE PLAYING THERE does too, and now they have to deal with it.

Reminds me of that clip from that one game show with Steven Harvey.

"What TV host, past or present, have you ever had romantic fantasies about?"

*BUZZ*

That clip always reminded me of her.

Her microphone tail? It waves a lil' when you're with her,,,, Tho she doesn't like to admit it acts like some puppy. And if anyone mention it, Vee will immediatly retort in defense.

Vee doesn't really seem to mind the struggle of having no lip, you think that's going to stop her? She loves to place her screen against your cheek, or any place at your face, and then see your reaction to it. If it wasn't made clear, Vee loves the attention.

One of her ways to express her affection is being protective, it was made clear in one of her dialogues with Astro, and this doesn't stop with you, of course. If both of you are in the elevator gathering Ichor, she wil constantly ask if you're feeling okay whenever you two bump into eachother or when you both reach the elevator. And Vee is willing to protect you whenever you need!(Even if she got two lifes).

Into the same topic, if you get scared easily, and is actually frightned with the scenario, you can trust Vee with the situation. She absolutly doesn't mind with holding your hand, reassuring everything is okay, and being by your side when you're filling one of the machines. Vee actually really do enjoy doing this for her partner.

Vee is basically a great partner who loves to spoil you in her affection, not too much to not treat you like a baby, but enough to get you giggling and kicking your feet.

[mondstaub1]

PjO Fanfiction idea Solangelo

roman noble Nico/slave Will

Will gets taken prisoner by the roman tropes and dragged to rome, where he is given as a gift to the lonely son of a feared, high ranked roman noble. Will is absolutly terrified of his captor. He heard all kind of horror story growing up and some of the soldiers had gleefully told him what happened to beautiful boys with golden hair. So he tried really hard to please Nico to avoid the worst. Meanwhile Nico is freaking the fuck out about the beautiful slave boy because he was having insane gay panic. He is not stupid, he knew Will was scared and acting nice and perfect as a survival tactic. That didn't help the fact that Nico could barely keep his eyes off of Will and Will himself is somewhere between survival and blushing ever time Nico so much walked into the room.

[ray935sworld]

5 and ½ years

(Alex & Marc, marcmarc)

"Is 5 and a half years a lot?" Marc asked. He had spend the last 5 minutes sitting opposite it his brother, gathering courage for what he was about to tell him.

It wasn't bad. Or horrible. Or life changing. Maybe life changing. He really wanted that. But it was probably still too early to say that. And it wouldn't be in a bad way but in the best way possible.

Alex eyed his brother for a moment then shrugged. "Depends on the context. For a uni major? Used car? No. I don't think so. Years in prison? Time without a shower? Yes. Absolutly." He gave him a smug smile, showing the older one clearly that he enjoyed playing with him like that.

"Idiot." he shot back. "I was talking about age gap and you know that" "Again. Context? If you're 18 and she's 13? Yes. That's bad. I'm calling the police. 32 and 37? No." he admitted, his voice neutral, at ease. He didn't gave any judgment away.

His face then twisted. If showed surprise and slight confusion. He clearly just had an idea about who the question was he really lacked a poker face. Marc twitched on his seat, hoping the expression that could only be discrimbed as - gentle displeasure mixed with confusion wasn't direct at the righf person. "Wait did you and Dovi started talking again?" But he had the wrong idea.

"Not really." Their relationship had been easy and good. But there was a reason why they kept their dating in the past and looking at his current love, he was more than happy to do so.

"Then? Who is it?" Alex urged. "So he'd be 37? 38?" "Ehm, no... No, not excatly" "What?"

The two Spaniards just stared at each other for a few seconds. Alex because he honestly hadn't expected that. Every relationship the other every had - that he knew off - was with older men. He just didn't expect anything other. Going for older seemed as set in stone in his dating expectations as that his partner would be male.

Marc stared at him to gather some more courage. He wasn't even sure why he was so scared to tell him. He knew he wouldn't mind. He knew he didn't care. And his boyfriend wasn't so bad. Even if he belonged to the academy mafia, he was perfect. And he was worth it. So much. He would go through so much worst than facing Rossi.

And he was making him happy. Really happy. Happier than any win or championship, happier than racing ever could. He was the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He wanted to have him on his side and stay there for as long as he was allowed to. Because he surely wouldn't be the one leaving.

He titled his head slight and took a deep breath. He smiled softly, suddenly realizing why he was nervous. It wasn't that he was unsure about his relationship or that he was scared about his brothers reaction. Not even his parents.

But saying it, would make it real. If he told his family he had to stand by it. No more hiding. This was real. This was their new reality. They would officially be dating in private. Not secret. No more denying to a small circle of people that respected their privacy. They would be made real, not just a secret get away. They were real.

He smiled at that realization. "He's younger" he announced. "YOUNGER? Marc - Marc if he is 5 years younger - DUDE he is younger than me?!" Alex replied. "I know" he replied more sheepish.

Right, they had been talking about the age difference, one of the few things Marc was actually worried about in their relationship. Sure 5 years were so much but whenever he thought about it, it gave him a slight ick.

He had been a motogp champion when his boyfriend was in - what? 9th grade? He didn't thought too long about it. And that didn't really calm him.

"Oh holy shit. Who?" Alex pressed. His voice didn't hold any disgust and he hadn't slapped him across the face yet, so he took that as a sign that it wasn't THAT bad. "Just - is it too much?" he repeated his original question.

"So he is... 26?" "Yeah." "Okay. I mean - 26 is - it's okay. Sure he is in his 20s, you're in your 30s but he isnt like early 20 or something. Mid 20s is... It's hard to judge without knowing his character. He could still be completely naive and childish. But I guess everyone could always be naive and childish, regardless of age" Alex said, his thoughts trailing off. Just like Marc, he had a habit if babbling when he wasn't sure what to say.

"He... He.... Fuck that sounds even worst" "What?" "He is - He isnt childish per se . he just likes to make jokes" "Marc, please who the hell-" "It's Marco Bezzeccchi" he quickly said, unable to really hold it in anymore. A smile he couldn't stop creeped over his face, just like always when he was thinking about him.

"Bezzecci?!" Alex asked, his eyes wide. "Yes." he nodded. The younger one blinked. Once. Twice. He was quiet then asked in a very high voice. "Bez?!" "Yes." he repeated. "The Italian?" "Do you know a Spanish one?" "No but.... The devils student? The defender of the pizza popes honor? The-" "Yes Rossi's student" he interrupted the mass of nicknames they had come up for the former motogp rider.

"Didn't he came to yell at you like - last year? Didn't he hate in like whole 2023? HOLD UP" he yelled, raising his hand. "Did he stop insulting you cause he developed a crush on you?!" "It's eh...." he said to give himself a moment to think.

He remembered the conversation he had with Marco after Thailand. He had still been high on his race win and the 1-2 with his brother. He had been so happy, still was. That moment, lifting his little brother up in Parc ferme, after watching him lead a grand prix and seeing how he collected two Nr 2 plates in 2 days, was perfect.

And laying in his boyfriends arms that evening, exhausted but happy, smiling about the little kisses he got from the Aprilia rider, he had made a decision. He would tell Alex about them. He had just burst it out "I wanna tell Alex!" and the Italian had blinked at him, then nodded.

"Of course, if you want to." "Really?" "Yeah. He's your brother. You love him. It'd be an honor if you think of me as important enough to introduce me - well as your boyfriend" "OF COURSE YOU ARE!" he had almost yelled. A shiver ran down his spine, afraid that by not telling Alex he had made the younger think he didn't treasure their relationship as much as he did.

Bez had just laughed and kissed him again, reassuring him that he hadn't meant it like that. He had agreed that Marc could and should tell Alex but he hadn't agreed to tell Alex about all the struggles Marco went through when he had to admit that the small crush was more of a strong love thing. Not to mention the whole Rossi issue.

So he wanted to keep it vague. "More or less" he told his brother. And yes he confronted me in Valencia 2023. I mean I crashed him. And like you said... Well he came" He answered with a smirk.

He enjoyed thinking back to their little not so hate fuck. Bez had confronted him, accused him of a few things and after some twisting of his words Marc managed to have him excatly where he had wanted him. Right against the wall.

"IIIIIIGGHHHH TOO MUCH INFORMATION!" Alex yelled. Marc chuckled. He decided to explain some more. "We had an on off thing for - most of the 2024 season but now we're like - actually dating. For a few months. And I wanted to see how the winter break would go. You know? Check if it's only race dating or also... Domestic"

Alex nodded understanding. "AAAAH, you're secret meetings?" he asked, referring to all the times Marc had made a few trips, stayed longer in the Ducati factory or asked Alex to spent a few days away too.

"Yep. My secret meeting." "So... You and.... Marco?" he asked and grinned. There was no heat. He approved. Or at least not disapproved. It felt like an immense pressure got lifted of Alex as he nodded. "Me and Marco"

"I don't know him that well. Franky told me a little bit about him in moto2 I think. He seems like a good guy" "He is. Alex, he really is. He's perfect." Marc highlighted. "He's everything and more I always thought I wanted. He's perfect. I love him. I really, really love him. I can't screw this up"

Both knew that soon Marc would be comfortable to talk regularly about Bez. And then Alex would definitely get annoyed. But that's how they worked. For now they were just happy. Marc was happy in his relationship and Alex was happy for Marc.

"You're happy?" Alex asked, softly. But he knew the answer already. "Very much." "I know. You haven't looked that happy since you won the championship." "What?" "What? It's true. You look happy. You're actually grinning and it lasts. Not just - short term"

He smiled in relief before his mind circled back. He felt his face heat up. "You don't think the age gap is weird?" he asked just for some reassurance. "He's only 26. That seems so young. Like when I was 26-" "When you were 26 there were still dinosaurs around"

He made a faked gasp, clutching his chest. "Autch. I wanted to say I was teammates with Lorenzo." "See? Same thing! Dinosaurs around." Marc chuckled about the jokes.

His little brother nudged him in the side. He was smiling. It was a good sign. There was no heat in his expression. They were good. He really didn't mind.

"You know I'm gonna give you a hard time for banging the one that was always the hardest against you, right? It's almost funny" "Yeah I know... And just so you know, he's still the hardest against me"

Alex shrieked, covering his ears. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. Fuck you. It would have cost you nothing - NOTHING! - not to say that!" Marc was too buys to break a cracking laugh.

"Yes it would have! It would have cost me so much. Especially that horrified look in your face!" "OH fuck off! I actually wanted to play nice and make a few good comments about him to mama and papa but not now! No! Have fun telling them you're having sex with an Italian!"

"Ey! Fucker! Don't you dare!" He argued back. He took one of the cushions and play hit Alex with it who immediately started laughing. He tried to wrestle a little bit, dodge a few punches and hold against it.

"EY EY EY EY EY! OKAY! OKAY, PEACE!" he yelled. "Okay, okay, I'm gonna be nice! He probably doesn't even deserve an asshole like you as his boyfriend" "Asshole?!" "Yes. Or do you want me to tell your little lover that his sweet kind boyfriend is beating up his little brother over a joke"

"OH he's gonna join me if he hears the whole story!" Two laugh, rich Marquez laughter was echoing through the room. "And don't you dare ever call me a baby again. You're boyfriend is younger than me." "That's not the same!" he argued back. "You're always gonna be my baby!" Even if Alex denied that.

[uunoia]

Hi! I’ve drawn techno a few times but I’m totally obsessed with this one, this is how I picture him, and my Y/N I’m gunna draw her in the buisnessy outfit when she fist meets shaltt.

Initially the techno drawing was going to be her on his shoulder but I was scared to screw it up with her head in the way. I’m gunna try to draw Y/N looking like a wet rat after he splashed her. Thank you for the incredible writing providing me with content 🫶 I absolutely love the way any of the characters speak

YOOOOOOOOO

Its absolutly GORGEOUS!!! Im honestly not even surprised I have yet to see anyone draw Techno badly in any way

and Id absolutly die if you draw MC getting dunked in river water by techno LMAOO

AND SIS YOU GOT THE HEELS!! I absolutly love this THANK YOU

[vulpixisananimal]

(Ramos)

(Wren belongs to @fungal--wastes)

(You gripped the windowsill and looked out on the rainy courtyard. You, Bonnie, Mirabelle, and Siffrin had all returned not too long ago and the whole place was in a panic. After Sif and Mira left, you and Bonnie had convinced Wren, Vixul, and Polaris to help you with the eventual sadness after you fixed Pols mind craft. After that Bonnie got worried about Mirabelle and Sif, so you trusted the three strangers with keeping everyone safe and ran.)

(You found Siffrin passed out, Mirabelle protecting them, and that sadness fighting a couple of strangers.)

(Strangers you knew.)

(You knew their faces, but couldn't put names to them. You couldn't put memories to them. Whatever they did to your head, the connection of what they did and who they are was severed. You know factually they're the ones who controlled you, but. . .)

(. . . They're gone now, and everyone was safe. You had to carry Siffrin back, but that was alright. He was surprisingly light, actually, and his cloak was really soft!)

(There's a knock on the door.)

"Come in." (You sigh, and step away from the window. Isabeau opens the door.)

"Hey Rams." (He says with a weak smile.) "Uh, Sif's feeling better. Do you, want to, uh, visit him?"

(Isabeau had been acting weird, but once you were back he was same as always. You checked everyone for mind craft, but there was barely a trace. You could tell by Isabeaus tone he was asking more for his own nerves than for you to check on Siffrin.)

"Uh, sure!" (You agree.)

"Thanks. . ."

(You exit the shared room and walk down to Isa and Siffrins. Isa knocks on the door, and the curly haired, dark skinned boy called Wren opened it. He was wearing a scowl, but aparently that's how he always looked.)

". . Come in you two." (He left the door open and walked back inside. Following him in, you saw Siffrin lying in bed, his breathing shallow, and a few bandages where there were cuts. Wren walked to one side of the bed and picked up a book, standing to read. Mirabelle sat in a chair on the other side, she was adorned with more bandages than Siffrin. She stood when you two entered.)

"Oh- are you two okay?!? Is everything-" (She starts.)

"Sit down, madame." (Wren interupts, not looking up from the book.) "Or you may open a wound."

"S-sorry." (She sat down again, sighing. Isa walks over to her, you stay at the foot of the bed.)

"Nervous?" (Isabeau asks, kneeling down next to her.)

"V-very." (She took a breath.) "Scared, too, and still a bit angry."

"Because of. . ." (Isabeau prompts.)

". . ." (She huffs.) "Because of those two crabbing idiots who caused this."

(You can related. You want to comment, but you don't. It felt wrong.)

". . We'll catch 'em, Mira." (Isa reassures her.)

"I, I know, but, what if we can't beat them??"

"You beat The King. No?" (Wren comments again from behind the book.) "A man who not only broke a fundimental rule of crafts, but on a continent wide scale? Why are you worried about two overzealous archaeologists."

"Too true!!" (Isa chuckles, patting Mirabelle's back.) "We beat the King! So I know we can do anything!"

"By the looks of things, you already had Perci on the back foot when me and Bonnie showed up." (You finally jump in.) "So, then, I don't think he could beat everyone."

"I-I think most of that was the sadness, to be honest." (She replies sheepishly.)

"Speaking of." (Wren interrupts again.) "You are absolutly sure it isn't a threat? And that it really did just, dissolve into a sugary smelling stone?"

"I'm positive."

"Mhm." (Wren looks up finally, then looks at you.) "Hmm. Ramos, you know mind craft, I'm sure you could check inside Madame's mind to make sure there is no sadness ready to strike."

"H-HUH?!?" (You're taken aback.)

"W-woah! Wait a second!" (Isa waves a hand, worried.)

"N-no no, it's fine! I-I understand."

"But, it's, well-" (It's that you have a bad record with using mind craft on people.) ". . . Do I have to?"

"I encourage it." (Wren replies.) "While I know a fair bit about physical, mental, and craftomical maladies, I cannot work mind craft. So I cannot make sure myself."

". . ." (Isabeau looked to the side.) ". . . If, if Mirabelle is alright with it. A-and, I trust Ramos."

"It'll be alright, Isa." (Mira reassures.)

(You sigh.) "A-alright. I'll, I'll try and be quick, and, not do anything."

(You walk over to Mirabelle and Isa, and kneel down next to her. The look on your face must have given away your nerves, because she smiled wider at you in support. You smile back.)

"Ready?"

"Ready."

(You reach up and make your hybrid rock/scissors sign, and place it against her temple. Show. Danger. Sadness. Show. Danger. Sadness. Show. Danger. Sadness-)

(In a click the world fell into a soup of sounds and sights that you had to focus to tune out. Show. Danger. Sadness. Mind. You focus. Signs of sadness. . .)

(. . . The ebb and flow of Mirabelles mind was chaotic and shifting. You felt like a deckhand holding onto a ships rigging for dear life. You saw glimpses of her memories, of schools, of sadness, of joy, of- stop that, focus. You reach a bit deeper.)

(. . . . . . . You feel something. You did reach to the sadness' mind when you first fought it, but it was nothing but screaming and emotion. You feel a bundle of that emotion, knotted, bouncing around her head at it's own will. But it didn't feel dangerous. In fact, it passed through you, and you felt. . . afraid? Afraid of what.)

(And just as it came, it passed. It wasn't a danger, just emotions. You let go of her mind.)

(Back to reality. You stood up, a faint smell of mint in the air. You shook your head.) "Whatever it once was, it's nothing now. Just a ball of emotions, I've seen it before in other peoples heads."

"Other peoples?" (Wren raises an eyebrow.)

"I-it was for a test!" (Isabeau jumps to your defence.) "Just, y'know, training and all."

(Wren didn't look convinced. Or at least you assume so, since his face didn't even change.) ". . . If it's not any trouble, would you kindly do the same for Siffrin?"

"Is, that nessesary?" (You ask, glancing nervously at the resting rogue.)

"It might be. He was fighting a master of mind craft, after all."

(He has a point, you look to your companions. Mira and Isa both gave you a nod, so you turn back to Siffrin, gulp, and place your hand to their sleeping mind.)

(. . . . Mind. Protect. Explore. Mind. Protect. Explore-)

(The world clicked again and everything melted away, you took a moment to tune your senses out, then focus on Siffrins mind. You had to look for-)

(You're standing at the foot of a favor tree. Bellow you are stairs leading to a black sand beach, above, the sky is lightless and filled with stars. Everything seems lucid yet foggy. It was so, so detailed.)

(Most minds you entered where abstract, some had a bit of physicality, but this was differen't. It was like a whole world inside Siffrins mind. You took a step, you looked around, you could walk. You could still feel your body over Siffrins bed, and move in this, mindscape. It felt like everything was flickering in and out of focus.)

(You reach out, focus, you had to focus. Mind. Protect. Explore. Mind. P-)

(You felt a hand around your throat and you felt yourself slammed into the favor tree. It was blurry, the world still flickered, but you could tell who was holding your neck and was looking at you with murder in their eye. Null.)

<What. Are. You. Doing. Here.>

(I, I was asked to, check, and make sure S-siffrins- your mind was- You feel the grip on you tighten, it, it felt so real how, how is this, possible?!?)

<Get. Out.>

(The figure got clearer. He, he looked like Siffrin, but, taller, and a bit more muscular. They had a a ponytail, a cloak only over one shoulder, and no eyepatch. You were terrified.)

(J-just, I'll be gone just, I need to check, if, there isn't, any mind craft here, or-)

<There isn't. Get out.>

[Oh my! Caught a rat, my dear friend Null?]

(Voice, you, almost recognised it. You look up, a figure jumped from the tree. A lightless body, and a bright, blinding head. They turned to you, eyes staring daggers into you. Loop.)

[Oh not even a rat, but a stupid, blinding flea!!!]

(P-please wait I'm-)

<Here to ensure we aren't effected by mind craft? I heard you the first time.>

[Oh is THAT why you're here? Well in that case then the only pests in our mind is you.]

(Loop walked towards you. You felt your legs quiver, you felt numb, your body felt numb. Loop reaches to you, a knife coming from nowhere and in your face.)

[I have so wished to be able to scream at you personally, Ramos~]

<Agreed.>

(I'll, I'll leave! I'll leave right now!! T-there's no need just-)

[Say, if I stab you, what would happen?]

(Your eyes go wide, breathing fast, you shake your head. Loop nods.)

[Oh yes, what WOULD happen! You see, we can't exactly die~ We just come back after a few days rest as peachy as before! But what would happen to someone like you-]

{Enough. Out.}

(You stumbled back away from the bed, falling on the floor, back to reality. That third voice threw you out, shoved you from the mind. You couldn't make it out, you could only make out, Null, Loop, some dark figure who appeared for only a moment, and, a-and, Siffrin? Did you see Siffrin peaking over the edge of the staircase?)

(You grasp at your throat, breathing heavily. Change, it, it felt so real. You felt like someones hands had been at your neck, someones knife at your throat, but, but your necks fine. Your bodys fine. It's, it's all fine.)

"R-ramos are you alright?!? Is Siffrin alright?!?" (Isabeau rushed over to you and helped you off the floor.)

(You shook your head, stars it felt hot.) "H-he's fine, j-just, I had, a-an interesting experience."

". . . Care to elaborate?" (Wren asks.)

(You look between Mirabelle and Isabeau. It was that private, personal thing you were all asked not to share.) ". . . I, well, it's private."

"My lips are sealed. Tell." (He was giving you A Look.) "I have already kept a number of secrets. If it's no danger to my friends, it wont leave this room."

(You hesitate, waiting for one of the other two to make the decision.)

". . . . You can say it, Ramos." (Isabeau finally speaks up.) "If, it's to make sure Siffrin's okay."

"A-alright. . ." (You breathe in, and out.) ". . . Siffrin has a mental disorder that, well, they have multiple differen't people in their head-"

"Dissasosiative Identity Disorder?" (Wren interupts. Again.) "Or some other non-specified identity disorder. Or do you not know." (You all shook your head.) "Reguardless, I know what this is and how important a secret it is to keep. Continue."

(Hmm, you wonder what that implies.) "Okay, well, when I went into their mind, it was, well, a place. A beach with a favor tree. Most minds are abstract but, not that. I started to poke around and I got slammed against the tree by, uh. . . I-I think it was, Null."

"O-oh!" (Mirabelle perked up.) "I-I mean, I'm, sorry that happened, b-but also, well, glad that, he's okay?"

"I don't think I've met Null. . ." (Isabeau ponders.)

"W-well, well, they told me that there wasn't mind craft, then, a star headed someone showed up-"

"Oh! Loop!" (Mirabelle smiled.)

(You nod.) "Yeah, Loop. They threatened me, I tried calming them down, I heard another voice I couldn't place and, I was kicked out."

"Fascinating. . . You will have to teach me mind craft, Ramos." (Wren looked back in his book.) "That's all I wanted to. . . . Are you sick, Ramos?"

"H-huh? No?"

"Really?" (Wren looked up again with the slightest of smiles.) "Your cheeks are off-shade, is all."

"H-HUH?!?!?" (You slap a hand to your cheek, burning hot?!?)

"Ramos?!?!?"

"A-are you BLUSHING?!?"

"N-NONONONO I'M NOT!!" (You hold up your hands and back away) "N-not blushing here!! Not at all no way now how I don't know why I'd be BLUSHING y-you guys must be seeing things!!"

(Isabeau looked at you, eyebrow raised, arms cross, and a slight smile.) "Do you uh, have something to talk about buddy?"

". . . . . I-I didn't think I did-" (You mumble.)

"Alright, that's enough you two." (Wren waves a hand) "Go have your lovestruck thoughts on the rogue away from me. Gods Polaris is already bad enough."

(You swiftly make your way out, head down. Once out you lean against the wall, panting hard. What, what the crab. Why are you blushing? WHY ARE YOU BLUSHING!?! You, y-you didn't, you weren't attracted to him like that were you?!?)

(You're so caught up in your thoughts you don't notice Isabeau trying to talk to you untill he has his hand on your shoulder. You jump, and turn.) ". . . S-sorry I- I- oh Change Isa I'm so sorry-"

"Woah buddy." (He put his hands up.) "Calm down, you're okay! I'm not mad or anything! Just, checking in!"

"You're, y-you're not?!?" (You were trying your blinding best to keep your heart under control.) "B-but, I, I, wasn't, didn't mean to-"

"Hey, breathe with me? Talk after."

(You pause, but nod. You follow his leade, and breathe in. . . . . And out. . . . .)

". . . Good?"

". . . N-no, but, better." (You rub your shoulder, looking away.) "I, just, o-okay. . ."

". . . . Soooooooooooo." (Isabeau leaned down to be face to face with you.) "He's cute, right?"

"H-HUH?!?" (WHAT?!?)

"What, am I wrong?"

"I-I, I mean n-no! I mean- well, he, uh, maybe, b-but-" (You had to take a second and shake your head.) "I, o-okay well, he, he is kind of cute." (You mumble out the last part.)

"Hmm?" (He was wearing that smug smile of his.)

(You cant look at him, tugging up your bandana to hide your face.) "I-I mean he's, he's cute but doesnt everyone think that?!?"

"Well, kinda?" (Isa put a hand to his chin.) "Sure he gets called cute, but for Odile she said it's more 'wow that's cute' then move on, same with Mira."

". . . ." (Oh no.) "A-and, they, don't dwell on it?"

"Nope!"

". . . A-are, you sure-"

"Positive! You got something in mind?"

(You sink down into your shoulders, tugging your bandana up more.) "U-uh. . . . Well, uh, how, how he, he holds a mug with both hands and takes a big drink?"

"And how he he always has a big stain on his face after?!?" (Isas eyes light up.) "Isn't that the cutest?!?"

(You laugh a little.) "Y-yeah! O-or how stretches before training or a long walk?"

"Oh be still my beating heart. . ." (Isabeau dramaticly holds his chest and mocks a faint, making you laugh a bit more.)

"What about when he's making a fire-"

"'Please be warm please be warm please be warm-'"

"Exactly like that!! It's so cute!!!"

"Oh! Don't forget those chubby cheeks!"

"How could I ever forget those chubby little cheeks-"

(You cut yourself off. You were about to list off every tiny little detail you had noticed about them. The hands, the legs, the hair, the cloak. The way he laugh, the way he yawned. The way they ran and fought. The way they carved. Just, just everything. Dread filled your stomach as it hit you.)

"O-oh, oh stars."

"Heh." (He had that smug smile again.)

(You turn around, headed back to the shared room.) "I'm going to go jump off the roof."

"No!!" (Isa catches up to you, walking side by side.) "How will you ever express your unrequited looooove~"

"Shut uuuup." (You sink down again.) "I'm going through the stages of grief give me a break."

"Oh absolutly not. I survived months of Madams teasing, it's about time I gave back."

"Months?" (You finally got back to the shared room, looking at Isabeau as you enter.) "It took you months to confess to him?"

"H-hey! We were all under a lot of pressure!" (Isa follow you in.) "And hey! That means if you confess to Siffrin soon you'll beat me byyyyyyoooohhiMadamegoodtoseeyou-"

(You turn around. To your unending horror, the Researcher was on her bed reading. Well, she WAS reading, now she was looking at the two of you.)

". . ."

". . ."

". . . Does being a defender make you particularly weak to short, white haired rogues?"

"Isabeau, please kill me." (You mumble.)

(Isa coughs into a fist.) "I don't think that'll save you."

"It wont." (Odile responds flatly.) "Do you two know how loud you were being in the hallway? By now the whole inn must know your 'secret.'"

"I'll just wipe my own memory that'll work." (You put your head in your hands.)

"Oh it'll be okay buddy, you'll survive!" (Isa pats your back.)

"No you wont." (Odile was back to her book.) "Mirabelle alone will be talking your ear off. Isn't that an entire genre in romance novels?"

"Enemies to Lovers, madame!"

"Exactly."

(You stomp over to your bed collapse. You're doomed. You close your eyes.)

". . . . Who were those guys anyway." (Isabeau ponders.)

"From what Mirabelles description, they both seemed skilled and educated on Island history." (Came Odiles response.)

"Not a lot of people who know about the island."

"True, that could narrow it down. What were their names again?"

"Perci." (You reply, sitting up again. Thank change the conversation moved on.) "Perci and Merlon."

". . . . . Hah! Haha!" (Odile was, laughing?) "Perci had messy hair, didn't he? And a fancy looking vest?"

"Uh, yeah? How'd did you-"

(Odile closed the book she was reading, and turned the cover for you to read.)

("History and identity of Mwudus lost funeral rites." Written by. . .)

"WHAT?!?"

". . . Huh!"

"Percival Monet and Merlon Monet." (Odile reads aloud.) "They have some reputation in historical and craftomical studies. Publishing historical accounts, reporting details on old ruins; they're known to travel the world for their reports."

". . ." (You stare in disbelief.) ". . . They're historians?!?"

"In some way. Perhaps Perci got far too invested in his work."

"Maybe. . . ." (You lay back down and roll to your side. Facing away.)

(They were just, historians.)

(You closed your eyes. You had, a lot to think about.)

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Well, I was wondering, so can have some headcanons about Rocky's rut? I think these days, Rocky is very unpredictable

A/n: I am very happy to see more things for Rocky!

OHH BOY! Rocky is probably worst out of everyone, you would be his first.

First kiss

I'd even imagine you would is first intimate encounter. { he has to be a virgin }

First one he experiences his rut with.

Rocky told be told by his aunt what a rut was due to his parents death. He probably did not even acknowledge what a rut was. He already has a lot of energy it ever even crossed his mind.

But the moment he develops a crush on you, you're really the only thing that Rocky would think about and if you're not in a relationship then I bet he will scare any man off that even approches you.

Though the moment you two enter a relationship, Rocky becomes very needy and clingy. He is constantly doing his best to scent you, to lay his claim /mark you.

Rocky would absolutly melt under your touch or anything you do really.

Is whinny, would beg for sex. Rocky doesn't care if you top him. He just wants to feel good, wants the heat to go away.

People are amazed and also get rather confused with someone as calm as you can handle Rocky, especially when he goes through his heat.

Boy can go for hours fucking you, Rocky is very needy, he'll beg for more sex even when he's buried within you.

Rocky tell's you how much he loves you, you mean so much to him.

Public sex? Yes?! PLEASE?!