#not the man-eating plants part tho
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lillybean730 · 10 months ago
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im always saying this
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blujayonthewing · 2 years ago
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you know as far as 'what is your Thing as a friend' it's a wonder that edible wild plants isn't one of mine considering how incessantly I will say 'you can eat those' at every single edible plant I see when I'm with literally any other person
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starry-bi-sky · 7 months ago
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#battinson with chronically ill half dead teenager yesssssssss#I'm imagining that first night he brings danny to the cave and hes just internally panicking#like what do i do with this kid. where do i put him. i cant just leave him in the cave. im DEFINITELY not leaving him alone
FRRRR. Like @/that1badassbitch mentioned in the comments, Bruce's thoughts that entire time was just varying pitches of internal screaming. Which I am still wheezing at because yeah, preach. Bruce's pov from the moment Danny accosts him in the alley to him bringing Danny into the cave ranges from awkward panicking, genuine desperation to get this kid some help, a lot of heartbreak on the boy's behalf, and also just pure anger at his godfather.
Cuz like, who the fuck does this?? How dare he. This boy is a child. If it weren't for Danny's genuine terrified pleading, Bruce would've probably had a confrontation with Vlad. He would've lost, considering Vlad's power set and Bruce's lack of and Vlad would have gotten away with Danny. But he would've tried it. (Could've resulted in a spin-off au where Bruce, after losing to Vlad, proceeds to hunt the bastard down to save Danny.)
But yeah, I absolutely, delightfully agree that Battinson is just. internally panicking the entire time. From the rooftops, to the car, to the driving all the way to the cave -- which, after a quick google search, is apparently in an abandoned train depot in Batman (2022). Which is fascinating to me, but I digress. His internal monologue consists of cussing out Danny's godfather, trying to figure out what the poison is, a repetitive use of the word "FUCK", and him going "keep him awake keep him awake keep him aWAKE--"
But like, in a more Bruce Wayne fashion.
Danny is curled up in the passenger seat beside him and Bruce keeps intermittently checking on him every few seconds. Danny just looks like shit, man. Poor kid has a seemingly unending bloody nose, he's coughed a few times already and each time sounds like its shaking through his lungs and taking a piece out. His breathing is hollow, quietly raspy, and Danny sounds like he's gasping each time he breathes in. He's pale, clammy and sweating, but trembling, and his eyes are glazed over, unfocused, and half-lidded.
Dealer's choice here but I'm very amused but also fond of the idea that Bruce, in an attempt to do anything to soothe this kid, panic-clips off his cape and kinda just. throws it at him. Cringes, then awkwardly tries to adjust it so it's laying over him like a blanket.
It works though! Danny, through his haze, cracks a smile at him before grabbing the cape and practically curling around it. He seems to visibly relax, and Bruce silently slumps with relief that his idea worked. I also think he tries to painfully make some sort of small talk but frankly the only valid form of "small talk" he knows is interrogation. Danny's too out of it to mind though.
Bruce asks him if he knows what his godfather used to poison him.
("Blood Bl'ssom.") ("What is that?") ("A k'nda plant. Issa type o' rose.") ("Where can I find one?") ("Y'can't.") (And hear Bruce's blood chills for a moment. "What do you mean?") ("Blossoms went extinct in th- in the 1600s.") ("What? How is that possible? How'd your godfather get his hands on one?") ("Science.")
He also learns that the poison is, horrifyingly, cannibalistic, and Danny reassures him that he kinda stopped feeling the pain a few hours ago. Then he gags on nothing and spirals into an ugly coughing fit. "...Mostly." He adds on.
I have this very vivid mental image of Battinson screeching to a stop in the cave, Alfred's off to the side messing with some prototype gadgets. Bruce's side door swings open and Alfred's in the middle of snarkily asking if he's decided to get a reasonable amount of sleep tonight, only to immediately eat his tongue when Bruce beelines to the other side of the car and frantically pulls a waifish victorian kid with the tuberculosis blood cough to match out of the passenger's side.
("Dear god, what happened!?") ("His godfather poisoned him. I need towels and every medical device we have in here.")
The few photos I could find of the Battinson Cave did not imply there was a gurney in there, so Bruce uses on of the metal tables. He uses one arm to swipe off all the stuff on there onto the floor before laying Danny down.
It's. a very stressful time! That's for sure. Bruce is stuck between trying to get some form of antidote or at the very least a neutralizer to the blood blossom extract made, and also reassuring Danny that he's going to be fine. He's out of his depth.
They do get Danny stabilized though! How? Uh, I hadn't actually been able to think of how up until now, and this is just me trying to throw together an idea up on the fly. But Bruce like, manages to make some kind of 'antidote' that doesn't completely kill the blood blossom extract, but it makes the poison at least forcibly slow down.
[Forced to put a read more because this got SO LONG. oops]
"like what do i do with this kid. where do i put him. i cant just leave him in the cave. im DEFINITELY not leaving him alone" <<< is his sudden internal crisis after Danny's stabilized and passed out on the table. Giving him back to his godfather is completely off the fucking table, and Bruce can't give him up to CPS because there's a risk that he'll also return to his godfather.
He ends up, unsurprisingly to all of us, on deciding to keep Danny with him for the time being. At least until they can get his godfather behind bars. And you're right! Danny can't stay in the cave -- it's a half-furnished, rundown train depot. There's a tetanus shot waiting around each corner. It's Bruce's (reluctant) idea to take him up to the manor.
So Danny wakes up in an incredibly gothic guest bedroom, not feeling 100%, but also not feeling like total death like he did yesterday. He can still feel the blood blossom in him -- it leaves a joint and muscle soreness throughout his whole body, and when he breathes there's a weight there.
His confusion over where he woke up -- because it's very much not Vlad's place -- is overshadowed by his frank awe. You can't tell me he hasn't developed an appreciation and fondness of gothness due to his friendship with Sam. He might not be into it like Sam is, but he can appreciate the beauty when it's right in front of him.
#and hes got that awkward silent staring thing going on. Danny's trying not to die and vlads not there anymore#so hes unbothered by it really
Bruce pulled up a chair next to Danny's bed in the manor and didn't move a single inch the entire time. Just. sat there and stared to make sure the kid didn't stop breathing in the middle of the night. Probably has some facial recognition scanner going to try and figure out Danny's last name -- whether that works or not is dealer's choice frankly.
Either way, Danny turns his head to the left and nearly jumps three feet into the air when he sees Bruce and his 'stares into your soul' blue eyes. Sends him into a minor coughing fit by accident. Battinson very awkwardly and quietly apologizes. danny kinda just waves him off.
That's a whole conversation I'm not gonna go into, but to sum it up Bruce asks how Danny's feeling, and Danny tells him that he feels better, but he can still feel the blood blossom poison. So whatever he did, didn't get rid of all of it. (He's still incredibly fucking grateful nonetheless)
cue that "getting to know you" interrogation stuff.
(Danny can probably keep the full extent of his halfa status a secret from Bruce at first, but he is forced to tell Bruce about the ectoplasm running through him since it's the only reason the blood blossom toxin even works on him. Which results in him telling him a.. slightly omitted version of why he even has that in there in the first place.)
(Maybe he reveals that he was a hero in order to convince Bruce to let him out on the field rather than being just support? I've got ideas and fortunately your tags will help me delve into them)
#alfred pretends to be exasperated that bruce kidnapped a kid but honestly hes relieved#maybe being responsible for someone else will make bruce more responsible for his own health
no notes. just know that i'm wheezing at this. my friend @kingcrow01 had Alfred essentially reacting the same fucking way.
#the media would eat it up are you kidding??? the reclusive prince of gotham seen with a mysterious child???#and theyve both got that sickly pathetic wet cat look to them what with bruce constantly being injured and danny being chronically poisoned
FR! I love social media shenanigans and I love seeing it in fic (Lex Luthor's Ascent From Supervillainy To Fatherhood is a really good example of it imo), although i'm not too good at making it myself. Imagining how twitter in-universe might react to photo evidence of Danny with Bruce is going to fuel my desire for seeing people's reactions to things for ages. I am delighted to imagine that dumpster fire. The in-universe memes, guys.
Nobody has any clue what this mysterious Wayne child looks like for the longest time because Danny follows Bruce's lead and dresses in Anti-Paparazzi Recluse Fits. Mostly because he's the godchild of an equally reclusive and influential billionaire figure, and I imagine Vlad would pitch a media fit trying to find his poor, beloved godson.
Can you imagine the fucking SCANDAL if people found out that Vlad Masters' godson ran off and was currently living with recluse Gotham Prince Bruce Wayne? The tabloids would eat this shit up. It's a three-course meal that's paying their rent for the next three months. That's not even to say what Vlad might do upon finding out Danny's whereabouts.
So yeah, photo evidence of Danny only has shots of him wearing a large hoodie, one of Bruce's jackets, and a medical face mask and a hat. It doesn't hide any of the Sickly Pathetic Wet Cat look, if anything it enhances it. But you can see his bright 'staring into your soul like the oracle of delphi' blue eyes, and the black curls plastering his face, and his pale skin.
In some photos, as blurry as they are, Danny appears to be leaning into Bruce's side, seemingly using him as a support. The "antidote" (medicine?) Bruce created that first night was effective, but it wears off eventually. Before they make his medical bracelets, the both of them agree to use the antidote Bruce made to stave off the worst of the poison.
These photos are taken around the times the antidote was wearing off or had worn off, and the toxin was taking itself out of the backseat and shifting back into high gear. Despite that, Danny managed to convince Bruce to let him tag along on whatever shopping run he was on.
Someone took one of these photos and captioned it "Pathetic Wet Cat and his Sickly Pathetic Wet Kitten" and posted it on SMS. It got numbers.
Oh my god, I just thought of this but when Battinson is finally cornered by reporters asking him about Danny he does this:
he internally panics, and then with a straight face says "i don't know what you're talking about. i don't have a son." and then he Flees.
(this blows up in his face because the reporter he responded to never asked him if Danny was his son, they asked him who the boy seen with him was. Bruce is trending on twitter before he even makes it home. He's mortified. There's potential here for a scene between Bruce and Danny where they have that long-awaited 'are we family?' conversation.)
#i know everyone's focusing on danny working as a hero with batman and his relationships with dick and jason and everyone as the older siblin#but im still stuck on early days batman with a teenager to care for and how that dynamic is going to be SO DIFFERENT#than that same bruce with a 9 year old Dick. like the circumstances are so different and hes never bat-dopted a kid before this
NO BECAUSE YOU GET IT. YOU GET IIIIT! I fucking love older brother danny, however the biggest appeal of the "eldest son danny" idea is in fact how he and bruce's relationship would have to play out in order for that to happen. You could argue that Danny could be an 'older brother figure' to the Robins and still not have any familial affiliation with Batman, but the fact of the matter is, simply? I want that familial affiliation with Bruce. I want to see how that would play out, and how it would develop.
I am. a scientist prodding a little glass stirring rod at the potential family dynamic of Bruce Wayne and Danny Fenton and going, in complete wonderment and awe, "wow. fascinating. how does that work? how did you happen? what made you? how can i do it again?"
I also think there could be something fascinating over the fact that Bruce Wayne watched his parents die in front of him, while Danny's parents don't even know Danny died at all. A (once) child with dead parents, and a dead child with living parents. I think there's something to be explored there, I just haven't yet figured out what.
And yeah! a teen is completely different than an 8 year old. They're in very different developmental stages in their life, and that's not even addressing their lifestyle differences. When I made this prompt I mentally kinda just placed the death of danny's parents as having happened a few months ago. To me, it feels like enough time for Vlad's temperament to escalate from bad to worse, and for him to actually cook up that blood blossom toxin.
Danny's at a different mourning period compared to Dick, who was brought in while it wasn't even a day old. Maybe Danny hasn't had much time to mourn his family as much as he's wanted because he's been stuck in survival mode living with Vlad, and once he feels secure with Bruce he can finally tap into that grief he's been keeping on the backburner.
Lots of things to explore that can adjusted and changed as needed! Very flexible.
All in all though, I am a sucker for found family and in order for Danny to have family in Dick and the others, he needs to find it with Bruce.
#and this one has a crazy demon murder godfather and poison blood and a history of punching otherworldly apocalypse-creatures#into another dimension. no parenting book will help.
no notes here other than yeah, agreed, wheeze. The good news is that he doesn't need to be completely afraid that those otherworldly potential-apocalypse kickstarters will show up at any random point, Because, imo, Danny shut down and destroyed the portal before he could be shipped off in order to prevent anyway (cough-the GIW-cough) from accessing it. Vlad's the only one with a working portal currently and he's not as careless as the fentons are as to keep it open willy-nilly.
now the only thing he needs to worry about is the crazy demon godfather and the flora-boros blood toxin in his son's veins! whoo.
#and like yeah danny will want to help gotham and save people#but honestly? with his new limitations and no expectations from a previous robin do you think he would do it the same way?
I love this question! because honestly when I was initially expanding on this idea on my own, my initial answer was "no" due to the toxin's limitations. I had the same idea as you where Danny takes on a more 'oracle' role where he's not out in the field, but he's still helping behind the scenes. I was torn between "logically would this happen" as well as "chronically ill people aren't delicate flowers, they can do things" and a little dash of "okay but i really want nightingale out in the field"
In the end I decided that I liked the idea of Danny actually out with Bruce, and that as a result there would need to appropriate consequences and drawbacks for this decision.
#idk guys he fights ghosts because no one else can#i think he'd probably play a much more supportive role. at least at first. << you're totally right, too. And Danny's motivations for wanting to help in Gotham would have to be different than in Amity Park. Oooo this has good character growth potential.
Danny helps Amity Park out of a sense of obligation right? Like obviously it's also because he's a good person, but ultimately it kinda comes across as an obligation. He's the only one who can, so he's the one to do it, despite the fact that throughout the show he's shown to want that normal life. There's guilt there if he doesn't do anything; he has the power to stop this, so why shouldn't he?
(Oo, doesn't that sound kinda familiar? Guilt over something he ultimately has no control over, but thinks he could have?)
So! For him to choose to decide to rejoin the hero life, and not just from behind the curtain, feels like a pretty big character decision to me. Especially because now, he doesn't really have the power to help. Not like he did before.
He's sickly, essentially powerless because using his powers speeds up the toxin, and equipped only with his wits, his creativity, and whatever fighting skills he may have acquired during his time as Phantom -- and whatever martial arts prowess the author decides to have Maddie pass down to Danny.
He's not doing this because he feels like he has to, but because he wants to. I think that's pretty cool.
You reminded me that ideas can be combined too! It's dealers choice for anyone who wants to throw their hat into the ring in how Danny decides to join the frontline fight.
I'm going to kinda contradict myself here but one of my ideas for Danny going from behind-the-scenes to in-your-face-scenes is just. Batman needing backup for a fight. I'm not going to go into specifics for who he's facing, because frankly i'm not sure myself, but he needs backup.
And Danny, who likes to sit in the cave more often than not, waiting for Bruce to come back, sees this through whatever cameras are available. He's stressed out, worried for Batman's safety. This could be a good catalyst for the overarching subplot of him rejoining the hero scene as well as hey, maybe realizing that he doesn't need his powers to help people.
Danny's warring with himself about what to do. Trying to soothe his anxieties by reminding himself that Bruce is an incredible fighter and good at getting out of tight spots, telling himself it would be fine. Rebuffing the little voice in his mind saying he should help by telling it that he might make things worse. And when his subconscious tries to tell him that he can help, he rebuffs it by saying does he need to?
And there, right there, is what's been playing on repeat for however long it takes for him to become nightingale. Every night: "I can help, but do I need to?" and during this night is when he has an epiphany; "No, but I want to."
it's like the sun peaking through the clouds after weeks of gray skies. He wants to help. He can help, but not because he should or because he's able to, although that is important, but because he wants to.
So he finds where Bruce hides the face paint, smears what he think is an adequate amount on his face -- it looks almost mask like. And hunts down one of the spare utility belts -- he ends up having to wrap it around his shoulder and torso like a bandolier due to how tall Bruce is and how willowy Danny is. he already has a hoodie on, and pulls it up over his head. And fuck it, i'm calling down the Rule of Cool Law. Danny finds one of Bruce's spare capes and tears it up to make a makeshift scarf to better hide his face. He gets some other tools he needs that he knows Bruce uses, and then he's off.
(Bruce is both very shocked and very upset when Danny comes crashing through the ceiling with a faux-confident; "Hiyo, B! You're looking pretty bat-tered, so I thought I'd come in and give a helping claw!")
(Results in what I think is a very funny post-fight conversation where they have something of a hissed argument in front of the half-conscious criminals. "what are you doing here?!" "i wanted to help!" "where'd you learn to fight like this?" "mom taught me" -> which causes a fucking BUZZ in the criminal underground when word gets out.)
there's conflict. argument over bruce not wanting danny to come out to help him. Until danny eventually wins out in the end by pulling up footage of phantom on the batcomputer, revealing his previous hero status, and pure damn stubbornness. Bruce agrees but only after he updates Danny's self-defense and gets him a proper suit.
#alfred cant handle TWO wet rats getting beat up every night lol
singling this out because it's funny and you're rIGHT.
#danny innovating new and better bat gadgets. making good humanitarian use of the wayne money in ways that would make sam proud. #making sure alfred isnt the only thing standing between bruce and bruce's death at the hands of the city he loves
Danny's bambi eyes are lethal work, and Alfred's favorite employ whenever Bruce is being stubborn. Even after rejoining the active hero scene, Danny will still team up with Alfred to drag Bruce to bed or rest. Excuse you, don't make the same mistakes he did! He's the elder hero here!
Danny churns out so many anti-ghost gadgets for Bruce for the inevitable confrontation with Vlad, along with non-ecto gadgets just because he wants him safe. It becomes an unusual bonding experience for the both of them to come up with gadget ideas together and then figuring out how to make it work, and then building them together.
Vigilante equivalent of helping dad in the garage except you're both fixing the car and telling the other to grab them the 3/5th quarter-inch flathead screwdriver from the toolbox.
Danny is delighted to have someone to bounce ideas off of with, as does Bruce.
For the good old "fights are one of the ways ghosts socialize" trope: They have regular training sessions, but it's Danny who asks if they could sometimes just have some for-fun sparring sessions. Then has to very embarrassedly explain to Bruce that it's just something ghosts do with each other to socialize sometimes.
Bruce reads between the lines and sees it for what it is: play fighting. Danny's asking to play fight. There are no parenting books on taking care of a half-ghost teen, but he immediately thinks on a documentary on lions he saw a while ago and agrees.
These play fights more often than not result in Danny being tossed around like a ragdoll and loving it -- he's light as feathers and being thrown up into the air feels like he's flying again. Something he can't do anymore for obvious reasons. Plus the ghostly bonding thing.
I don't have much to add about the humanitarian use of wayne money thing, i agree. It also makes Bruce proud and could help inspire him to start getting more involved with Wayne Industries so he can start using his parents' company for humanitarian use as well.
#MAN imagine the fluff of danny learning to decipher bat grunts#if anyone has experience seeing past the crazy obsessive seemingly single minded focus of a parental figure and to the real love and care#that exists so deeply and truly under and throughout it all it'll be danny
aaaaaa, man you're so right. i was talking to crow about this but, for context, the idea was that Nightingale has a tendency to sometimes bite his opponents. And it's become something almost like a signature surprise move because he has Ghost Fangs, but the first time this happens its during some kind of gang fight between B, Gale, and a handful of goons.
However, the fight halts to surprised stop when one of the guys shrieks out; "OW, HE BIT ME!" and like a spell, everyone turns, flabbergasted, towards the guy who said it. Because what the fuck did you mean he bit you, wHY IS HE BITING.
And there, hanging off the guy's arm with all the smug self-satisfaction of a cat, is Nightingale, with his fangs still chomped down onto the guy's arm. There's a few seconds of silence, long enough for everyone to see what's going on, before Gale reorients his momentum and kicks the guy square in the jaw; knocking him out cold.
The thing that catches everyone's attention is that Nightingale drew blood. They watch, half-terrified, half-baffled, as the kid scrunches his nose up, wipes at his mouth, and makes a noise of disgust. He turns to look at Batman, who has also stopped what he's doing to stare as well.
Nightingale asks him; "Am I gonna have to get checked for this?"
Rather than deign him with a response, Batman remains silent. They stare at each other for three whole seconds, before Nightingale clicks his tongue like Batman had said something he didn't like, but expected.
"Aw, okay." Then without missing a beat, he turns and launches himself like a feral cat at the closest person next to him, and the room descends back into chaos once more.
Man, I'm just imagining them working next to each other on their own personal project, and Danny will quietly ask for Bruce's opinion on something. Bruce gives him a single grunt, and Danny's silent for a moment, contemplative, before muttering something like "huh, i guess you're right" or "oh, good idea."
Danny eventually adopts Bruce's little "hrm" quirk himself, and it slowly goes from: "hey, what do you think about this?" "hrm" "that's what I thought too" to: "..hmn?" "hm."
The ever consistent urge to make Your Blorbo The Most Specialist Character On The Block Ever is forever a plague of mine, and I'm very tempted to say that Danny is the only other kid except Cass who can do the "hm?" "hn" thing back to back with Bruce. Don't get me wrong, the other batkids can do the "Hey X thing" "hm" "okay" thing, and on some level can do the "hm" "hm" thing too, but they can't do it quite to the same extent as Danny can, and its from those years where it was just the two of them.
but yess!! I agree! Danny's got experience with that kind of obsessiveness, Bruce reminds him a lot of his parents that way and he understands it the best out of all his siblings as a result. It also means, however, that he willingly goes in to drag Bruce out of whatever obsessive rabbit hole he's fallen into, if he feels that Bruce has been too hyperfocused on something. He saw it with his parents, and it ended up killing them. He's not losing another dad because of his foolish tunnel vision.
#bruce is so much quieter than his parents but man if danny doesnt understand him. and maybe bruce comes to learn what dannys used to as well#comes to learn to speak his affection and open up so much more. to make danny feel more comfortable and welcome
AGAIN, NO NOTES. This is perfect and yes. I've got nothing to add.. okay I lied, i just needed a moment to think. Bruce isn't the most physically affectionate person, but he starts to be thanks to Danny, who is very tactile. Same thing with verbal praise, Danny hardly got any of it in school or, regretfully, at home since Jazz tended to get all the praise.
Bruce tells him "good eye" once after Danny spotted something before Bruce did, and Danny preened so brightly Bruce genuinely wondered if stars were going to appear over his head. He'd gotten his hands on video footage about Phantom that had shown him doing that exact same thing.
(oh which reminds me. The moment Danny tells Bruce about his previous hero experience as Phantom, Bruce goes on a research helldive to get his hands on everything about it. He's watched every single video showing Phantom. There were very few videos of Phantom that weren't videos of his fights, which were horrifying to watch on multiple levels.
Including but not limited to the fact that ghosts could apparently survive the most lethal of injuries, and he was never going to get the image of Phantom yanking a steel pipe out of his chest out of his head, or him pulling out a broken chunk of glass from his throat.)
(It was even worse seeing videos of Danny's parents shooting at him. That was a long, uncomfortable conversation.)
Another time Bruce is asking Danny about being a ghost, and Danny wistfully tells him that the thing he misses most is flying. Grappling through the city is the closest thing to it, but it's still fundamentally different -- and in some ways more exciting -- than flying. The closest comparison he could give is an indoor skydiving ring.
Bruce, a week later, rents out an indoor skydiving ring for the day and Danny spends hours inside the wind tunnel. He tells Bruce all about the similarities and differences in the car on the drive home, and then tells him that next time Bruce should try it too.
Just, all-in-all, seeing how these two interact and impact each other is what makes this so appealing to me. Especially with early years Batman. And I had so much fun typing all this out, thanks for the opportunity to infodump haha.
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I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt
“Woah. You look like shit."
Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.
The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.
"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."
And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.
The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.
If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.
"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.
"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.
"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.
The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.
He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."
There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.
"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."
Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"
"Daniel? Is that you?"
His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.
#fr tho. anyone reading this should look up the Battinson Wayne Manor if they don't know what it looks like. It is SO goth and i love it#its gorgeous imo#i was looking up battinson movie clip compilations last night and my favorite fucking line from him is and will always be#[“we just got you on assaulting an officer!”] “you got me on assaulting three" LIKE YOU SASSY MFER. THATS HILARIOUS DUDE#batman being a troll is my favorite thing ever and ever and eVER. im adding these tags as i go along can you tell#found family doesn't need labels but in this case im putting them on there.#flora-boros is a play on of the word 'flora' and 'ouroboros'. eyy. get it? flora because. well. the blood blossom is a flower and ouroboros#cuz the ouroboros is the self-regenerating snake eating its own tail for all of eternity. ectoplasm is the tail and the flower is the head#personally i really like the idea that danny's got some proficient martial arts skills thanks to his mom. skill may vary.#but if i were to apply it to BB. danny can hold his own pretty well but he's not anywhere near batman's level. he's creative tho.#wow this took me a long time to reply to. somehow?? danny gets a scarf because that's the design i gave nightingale and i think it fucks#this reminds me. danny purrs and has other minor ghostly stuff he does instinctively in his human form. that kinda fucks him over because#it activates or disturbs the ectoplasm in his blood. which in turn disturbs the toxin. it won't make him severely sick. things like#coughing fits are common. but so is nausea. hot flashes. fatigue. chronic pain. sometimes vomiting. the whole ugly nine yards.#smth smth there's an appeal to the tragedy between the man who never fully grew up cause of his parents' death. and the kid who#never got the chance to after his parents caused his death.#throwaway idea: after bruce is told about Danny's accident and subsequent death he later goes out and silently makes Danny a grave#he doesnt think it's fair that danny never got one. its simple and subtle bc he doesn't really wanna bring it up with danny.#im trying to think of what it would look like and. throwaway design but it's a stone tree stump where instead of just plain rings there's a#star chart carved into the flat part. it looks like just a kinda dramatic statue but behind it Bruce has a small plaque and Danny's epitaph#on it. its in the only part of the garden that's not overgrown and bruce plants flowers around it. he thinks it could work as an adequate#substitute until Danny can get a proper headstone. It's danny's favorite spot in the whole garden and he doesn't get why. he thinks its#the star chart. bruce has found danny fast asleep beside the stone tree; using the flat part as a head rest; more times than he can count#mmmm i think thats everything i've got in my head for now.
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wifeyoozi · 8 months ago
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ot13 seventeen : movie night
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seungcheol : will cuddle and spoon you as y'all watch movie on the big led screen tv he got installed in your room for this very purpose. Tho beware of what movie you choose to watch because even a slightly suggestive scene on the screen will turn him on.
jeonghan : will make you sit still on his lap and watch the movie as he warms his dick in you. If try to squirm or move or clench around him, he'll hold you down and "threaten" you with "punishments" for being so needy.
Joshua : he'll cuddle with you throughout the movie. You two will mostly end up watching some animation or romantic comedy to relax. If you happened to be in a hotel room, he'll order way too much room service, keep you full and happy.
Junhui : he wants to cuddle so bad. Just snuggle in your arms, face planted in your boobs over your tshirt. He's barely paying attention to the movie. If you don't pay attention to him and watch the movie (like you were supposed to) he'd be pouty. Needy for a lot of kisses.
Soonyoung : will say something cheesy like "let's watch fast and furious and everytime we see a car we have to kiss." By the end of the movie y'all are just sloppily making out, hands lazily in each other's pants.
Wonwoo : movie what movie 😃?? That's just excuse for couch sex 🤓
Woozi : y'all would start seeing some anime movie on his insistence and for the first half y'all are really cozy and cuddly and eating popcorn and giggling over corny comedy until you notice that he had snoozed off in your arms, which he deserved with how much this man works
Minghao : you end up watching a sappy romantic Chinese drama. Y'all promised to see only a few episode but end up binge watching it all night long and going to sleep early morning.
Mingyu : for the first part of the movie he was really watching, paying attention to the movie or at least that's what he told you until he got restless beside you and started kissing down your neck, hand creeping up your shirt. It wasn't his fault that you looked so fuckable in the four year old ketchup stained worn out pajamas.
Seokmin : barely watching the movie because he keeps looking at you. So smitten. If you ask for popcorn, coke, snacks, literally anything, he'll get up and bring it for you instantly, not letting you get out of the sheets he tucked you in. Will turn off the tv and cuddle with you when you fall asleep in between.
Seungkwan : feels subby and cuddles in your arms. It's very relaxing for him to watch a simple slice of life movie with the person he loves so much in such a comforting environment. You make it sure to make movie nights about him cuz you know how tired and frustrated he gets from work.
Vernon : either too focused in the movie or not focused at all. Either will shush you everytime you try to interrupt or kiss him or shift him while cuddling or will fall asleep way too soon into the movie. Either way, movie nights don't end up in sex unless you specifically asked for it lol
Chan : he puts on a really steamy movie like 50 shades of grey in hopes of turning you on and teasing you by not giving what you want until the movie ends but his plan backfires because he's extremely hard thinking of how he could fuck you like the people fuck on the screen and the movie would be forgotten before you two start fucking like rabbits.
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the-badger-mole · 2 months ago
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It's Time For Second...second....SECOND DATE UPDATE!!!!
{Transcript of Second Date Update from Tho and Due in the morning. Originally aired 1-/--/---
Good morning, RC! Thank you for tuning into Tho and Due in the Morning! I'm your host Tho.
And I'm Due! And it's time for Second Date Update! Today's first guest is Aang. Aang recently went on a date with a young lady that he says went really great, bu~ut he hasn't had any luck setting up a second date. {cue sad Aww! sound effect}
That's right. This situation is a bit different though. Usually on these calls, the first date is still the "getting to know you" phase for our couples, but Aang says that he and this girl had been friends for a while and actually knew each other pretty well before their first date. We're going to let him tell his story. Aang?
Thanks, guys. Yeah, Katara and I have been friends for about ten years now. We met when we were in high school, and I've been in love with her since the beginning. I had been trying for years to get her to go out with me, and she finally said yes!
Congrats! Tell us a bit about the date. Did something go wrong? Did she say anything to make you think she was upset at the end?
No! The date was amazing! I pulled out all the stops. We went to a nice restaurant, then a walk by the water, and dessert at this cafe that makes the best custard tarts in the city. We even kissed! But when I tried to make a second date, she said she was busy. I tried to talk to her when we were hanging out at our friend's house, and she seemed weirdly distant. I didn't know how to get her to talk to me, so I reached out to you guys.
Aw! Well, let's get Katara on the phone and see if we can't sort this out for you, alright, buddy?
{phone rings. rings. rings. ri-}
Hello?
Hi, is this Katara {last name redacted}?
Um...yeah? Who is this?
This is Tho from Tho and Due in the Morning on ZK100.
O-kay? What's this about?
You're on the air live with us on our radio show!
Radio show? Those are still a thing?
{Due laughs awkwardly}
Yeah, we're a hold over from the age of the dinosaurs. Anyway, you're on a segment we call the Second Date Update. We're calling you because we were contacted by a friend of yours. Did you go on a date with Aang a few weeks ago?
Yeah, I did go out with him once, like two months ago. What about it?
Well, Aang had a great time on that date, and he'd like to take you out again. We just wanted to know if you'd be interested.
No.
Oh, ouch! That was quick. Mind if we ask what happened? Aang said it was a lovely night.
{Tho laughs at Due}
Lovely night? Who are you? King Kuei?
Whatever man. So, Katara, did something happen that night that made you not want to go out with Aang again? From what he tells us, you two were already friends, so you like something about him, right?
He's...fine. Yeah, we're friends, but I didn't have as good a time that night as he seems to have had.
Oh? Do tell! He made it sound like a nice time. Dinner, a nice walk and then dessert. A kiss at the end of the night...
Ha! Okay, so the basics are right, we had dinner at this vegan spot in midtown-
Oof! Vegan! I see why you didn't want a second date.
What? No, no, that wasn't the problem. I'm fine with eating vegan sometimes, and it was a nice restaurant. But I made the mistake of telling him how much I liked my meal, and he launched into this long, preachy diatribe about the virtues of eating plant based, and how awful it was to eat meat. He stopped short of outright calling me a murderer, but only just. Then after dinner, he insisted he on what he called a short walk to a cafe for dessert. It was a mile through the most secluded part of Shori Park- you know, where they had that string of muggings over the summer? And I was in heels. I wanted to turn back and drive, but Aang kept insisting it wasn't much farther. I didn't feel safe walking back on my own, so I kept going. My feet were killing me and my shoes were ruined by the time we got to the cafe.
Yikes! That does not sound like the evening Aang described.
Oh, but there's more! It turns out Aang's a regular at this particular cafe, and he's very popular there. Very popular. He flirted with the cashier for like ten minutes. Then when he finally came back to our table with our orders, we kept being interrupted by all these girls who just had to ask him about random things or ask him to show them his marble trick- which by the way, isn't that interesting. I got a cab on Yip Yip, and it when it finally came, Aang was shocked to hear that I didn't want to walk back through the park to his car. He insisted on walking me out, and before I got in the car, he did kiss me. He smashed my lip into my teeth. I thought for sure I'd be bleeding.
Ooo...ouch!
Woah...yeah. I-I guess I can understand why he hasn't heard from you about a second date. But he'd been trying to get a date with you for a while, right?
No. I knew he had a crush on me at one point, but he never made a move. Then he suddenly asked me out. I had broken up with my ex a few months earlier, and Aang was the complete opposite of him. I thought why not give it a try with him.
Well, maybe he was nervous.
Trust me, if you had seen him in that cafe playing up for his crowd of admirers, nervous is the last word you'd use to describe him.
Wow... That sounds like a rough night. We actually have Aang on the other line. Would you mind if we brought him into the conversation?
{Katara heaves a heavy sigh}
I guess...
Alright. Go on Aang.
Hey Katara...
Hi, Aang.
I heard what you said about that night. I didn't realize you'd had such a bad time.
Well, maybe if you had let me get a word in edgewise.
I'm sorry I took you to a vegan restaurant. But you know I'm an ethical-
Ethical vegan. Yes. I know. I didn't have a problem with the restaurant. I had a problem with being browbeaten about eating meat. I respect the fact that you don't eat meat. You need to respect the fact I do.
That's like asking me to respect the fact that some people murder.
I can't have this argument with you again, Aang. I'm hanging up.
Wait! Please don't! I'm sorry, Katara. Can't we just talk this out?
There's not that much to talk about, Aang. Listen, you're a nice guy, but I don't feel that way about you.
How do you know after one date? I screwed up. I admit it, but I promise I'll do better next time.
Katara, we usually ask if you'd like to go on a second date. It would be completely paid for by the station. We'll even spring for a chauffeur so you don't have to worry about walking through sketchy areas at night.
No thank you.
Please, Katara! Give me one good reason you won't give me just one more chance.
I don't want to.
That's not a reason.
Okay, fine. You're self-involved to the point that you're boring. And you don't pay attention to anything I say. I've known you for almost ten years, and you brought me panda lilies for our date.
Those are very expensive flowers!
That I'm allergic to! Which you should know. You were there the first time I got hives from them.
No way!
Aaaahahahahaha! Aang! Buddy....!
I'm sorry! I forgot. I got nervous, and I wanted to impress you.
We've been friends for years. What made you think you had to put on some big production for me?
I-I just...
Yeah, great. Let it go, Aang. We gave it a shot, and it didn't work out.
That's not fair! You can't just throw away any chance of us working because of one awkward date. I've been waiting for years for this. It can't be over already, just like that.
I'm not arguing with you about this.
Wait, wait, wait! Come on, Katara! You have to give me another chance. We're supposed to be together!
Based on what?
On...well, haven't I been a good friend to you?
I don't know man...you didn't know she was allergic to panda lilies
Just because we're friends doesn't mean we're supposed to date.
I don't want to date you! I want to marry you! You-you're my Forever Girl.
{Tho, Due and Katara are all silent}
You can't be serious. I'm hanging up now.
If you hang up, our friendship is over.
Wow...okay. I didn't want to tell you this over the radio, because I thought it would hurt your feelings, but now I don't care. I'm dating Zuko now.
What?
Who's Zuko?
You can't be dating Zuko. You hate him!
I don't hate him. I've been friends with him for almost as long as I've been friends with you. We've been going out for a few weeks, and we just made it official a couple days ago. Even if I did want a second date with you, I don't think he'd appreciate me going out with another man.
Don't do this Katara! He's all wrong for you!
Good-bye, Aang.
Well, I think we lost Katara. Sorry about how that ended there, buddy.
There's plenty other girls. What about that cashier you were flirting with? In the middle of your date...
{Aang hangs up. Tho tries and fails to smother his laughter}
Well, that's all the time we have for today. Thanks for joining us on ZK100. Republic City's number one station for today's top hits, and the home of Second Date Update.
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naomijoestar · 2 months ago
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⋆.ೃ JJBA HEADCANONS ࿔*:・
Masterlist here <3
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genre: headcanons
warnings: slight nsfw for mista
characters: bucci gang
notes: i have never done any headcanon posts but i would like to share these with you guys! even tho part 5 isnt my favorite part in the series, its the part i enjoy writing for the most because bucci gang = confort gang <33
Bucci gang headcanons
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(this isn’t checked for any spelling mistakes because i got too tired so i’m sorry if there’s any!)
Bruno Bucciarati
- Loves writing poetry, especially about people he knows and his experiences in life; probably keeps his poems in an out-dated leather notebook inside a locked drawer (i also imagine that he hates to share them with anyone because he sees it as something personal, unless it’s with someone he’s been in a relationship with long term)
- Obviously, a comfort cook. He loves feeding the gang home cooked meals after missions
- LOVES THE RAIN! There’s just something about the rain that soothes him, he also really loves the smell outside after a very heavy rain pour
- He often acts like a protective parent to the rest of the gang, and I strongly believe that he has a soft spot for narancia
- I can honestly see bruno sleeping while sitting up very often, like in chairs and sofas. It’s a habit from years of always being on guard
Leone Abbacchio
- A late night drinker, he enjoys sitting by himself with a glass of wine; he is either zoned off or thinking about the past
- He has an EXTENSIVE collection of vinyl records. Prefers listening to older, slower music because it helps him relax
- This man 100% has a secret soft spot for animals and it’s just so cute, stops on the street to pet and feed stray dogs and cats
- Loves italian pastries, if bruno ever buys a tray of pastries he’ll sneak off at night and eat it all, the gang will probably not suspect a thing and blame it on narancia 😭
- Cold shower enjoyer, also likes showering in the morning rather than the afternoon
Giorno Giovanna
- Plant whisperer, has a habit of talking to plants especially when he’s feeling contemplative
- Giorno keeps his surroundings extremely neat, his room is always spotless and he has a specific system for organizing his clothes, accessories etc
- Obviously has a morning routine, likes to be a pretty princess and has very specific products he uses on his skin, also probably brushes his hair 100 times in the morning to keep it “soft and shiny”
- Enjoys silence more than loud spaces, he doesn’t necessarily hate loudness as long as it’s not too much, but he feels way more comfortable with quiet
Guido Mista
- 100% has a happy trail. I. Will. Forever. Live. By. This. There is not a single thing i hate about mistas character design EXCEPT for the fact araki didn’t give him a happy trail. Like this man is definitely very hairy and prefers keeping a bush
- He is superstitious to the core. He never steps on cracks, walks under ladders, and hates when the clock hits 4:44
- A spaghetti specialist, he takes his pasta very seriously, and even tho he doesn’t know how to cook one bit he will always judge a pasta plate
- Actually doesn’t stink that much, but his body odor is something else after missions (bc of the fact i imagine him to be hairy), but when he’s not on a mission he js smells like citrus and a hint of cigarettes
- Contrary to popular belief, i don’t think mista enjoys gun-play🤔 he sees the gun as something to torture and kill his enemies with, so he would rather not imagine his s/o being in a situation like that
Pannacotta Fugo
- Used to love piano when he was a kid, but when he got older he started to resent it because he felt as if it was forced onto him by his parents, a very good pianist but doesn’t really play
- Habitual Knuckle-cracker, unconsciously cracks his knuckles when he’s irritated or thinking too hard
- Fugo takes pride in his suits and is always dressed to impress, can’t stand the idea of his suits being wrinkled and constantly checks his reflection
- Idk why but i can imagine him playing chess mentally against himself in his spare time
- He’s also fluent in several languages and likes to indirectly flex about it, sometimes switches languages in the middle of a sentence and acts like it was an accident but he actually just wants to flex the fact that he’s multilingual
Narancia Ghirga
- LOVESSS 90’s hiphop and 90’s rap, even tho he doesn’t really understand what they’re saying he is obsessed with the flow and the beat, and also really loves the album covers and how cool they look (i wrote this because 90’s hiphop is my favorite genre of music and i can 100% see it being narancias’ too)(also he prefers biggie over tupac)
- Surprisingly good at video games like arcade shooters, easily spends hours playing and if a game contains a daily log-in streak type of thing, he takes it very seriously
- Snores sooooo louddddddd and moves alot in his sleep, if you’re sleeping next him you WILL be getting kicked, also scratches you with his toenails and cold feet to piss you off
- Has a stash of snacks hidden away for himself and hates sharing, sometimes the chocolates get melted and the candies get stuck together bc of how tightly stashed away they are but he doesn’t care and eats them anyways
- Doodles constantly, on anything, napkins, tables, hands you name it, if he has a pen in his hand he will doodle simple cute drawings
- His phone wallpaper is one of kawaii nutella photo things LMAO😭 idk if you guys know what i’m talking about but he thinks they’re so cute because of their big eyes
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That was it! I wanted to write more for narancia because i love him and he is my literal son but then this would be too long ;( If you liked this make sure to check out the scenarios i write and don’t be shy to request ones that you’d like me to write in the future <3
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truly-sincerely · 5 months ago
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IS GORTASH ENTHRALLED?
(tl;dr: yes)
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In this essay I will…
Okay, but seriously I did write an essay.
I got here after chasing a very different rabbit down its hole. I'd noticed that Gortash seems to have been throwing out a lot of his stuff (read: mostly employees).
Waldemar Prinski, a loyal banite, sold to a devil for a corn chip
Dark Breaker Antiope, sahuagin wrangler, A Negotiation
The Steel Watch Foundry, Orders to Black Gauntlet Rives
Scribe Yanthus, my beloved, sent on a wild bhaal chase
Vance Farnol, journalist, tho you could argue he had it coming
Goblin Worg handler at Flymm Cargo, plus the Worgs when they run out of Goblin to eat
And, of course, everyone at his Coronation
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Was killing all of the patriars and their staff a grim necessity, Enver? Was it?
(Also, he's installed a giant portrait of Bane and a bust of Bane in the penthouse, but he doesn't have a single picture of himself, or any mirrors, for that matter. Food for thought.)
My initial diagnosis was macabre, but obviously I’ve moved away from that line of thinking. He's just way too happy to brag about how much danger he's put himself, us, and the entire world in. It freaked me out the first time I met him (as a Tav). Like I see him glancing at the ground and smiling coyly while saying, "If we're lucky, we'll become slaves," on the back of my eyelids when I go to bed at night.
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For the love of all that is holy, could you please turn it down a notch?
I've been obsessed with The Ultimate State since I first read it. It's absolutely absurd nonsense. The item description says it's, "the philosophical ramblings of Enver Gortash." and I feel like it's worth noting that he doesn't write his own propaganda; he has the banites do it for him. But I mean, it really does read like he's twisting himself in knots to connect "unity" and "progress" together, but babe, those jigsaw pieces do not go together like that. Anyway, while thinking about this subject it dawned on me:
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They're the same picture.
You know what other line of thinking these two have in common?
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They both look so sad when they say this. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I abandoned you.
I know we all love to joke about Durge or Gortash feeding the Brain the "Handsome, Younger Man" line, but what if that was just a smokescreen and it's been the other way around this whole time?
Netherbrain: You think you know why you are here. You think you can atone for giving me my power, child of Bhaal, by destroying me with the Netherstones. You are wrong. The Emperor: It’s messing with your mind. Don’t listen to it. Use the stones. Netherbrain: By eliminating Ketheric and Orin, you have simply unbound me. Exactly as I intended. The Crown is now mine to command - mine alone. The Emperor: Don’t listen to it! Focus on the Crown! Netherbrain: You placed the Crown upon me in the depths of Moonrise Towers, and there I was born. The Crown is not my weakness - it is what made me what I am. Gortash: You are delusional - the Crown is how we controlled you! Netherbrain: I respected Bhaal’s child once, but not you, Gortash. I allowed you to control me as long as it suited my purposes. You have played your part. The next order to be given is mine and it is this - die. Gortash: (crumples like a piece of parchment) Netherbrain: When the parasite entered your ruined mind - you became a pawn in my design. Who do you think told the Chosen about the Astral Prism? Who do you think planted the knowledge of Orpheus’ power, and the fear of what it could do? When the Chosen sent my thralls to retrieve the Prism - who do you think let the ‘Emperor’ slip its leash, knowing it would be the one to bring you to me? The Emperor: We were part of its plan… Netherbrain: I only needed one Netherstone loosened from the Chosen’s grasp to guarantee my freedom. You brought all three back to me. In doing so, you have liberated me. This was your role - and it is complete. Now you will witness the Grand Design.
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The face of a man who has 20 INT and 16 WIS and is definitely not the brainwashed pawn of a giant brain that's been manipulating him in his sleep.
You think his puny +7 WIS save is gonna beat the Netherbrain when it's been working on his ass every time he goes to sleep for the last nine months? I say thee nay.
Also, and this is probably oversharing, but my dad, who I used to think of as a really smart guy is now a huge Trump supporter. He's an atheist but he'll parrot conservative christian talking points that I've seen clipped from Nazi talking heads. The words that come out of his mouth and the way he smiles when he says completely insane things is haunting.
What all of this means at the end of the day isn't much in the grand scheme of things, but it's kind of sad, and it definitely says something about his characterization. This man is floundering in a soup of his own making. A tragic puppet. A poor little meow meow.
There's an interesting line of demarcation between the various writings that he dictated to Scribe Yanthus, the things he wrote himself, and the things he says to us in the game.
Elder Brain Domination (from Ketheric, but about Gortash)
Suspended Ceremorphosis
The Grand Design
Studies of the Elder Brains
Accelerated Grand Design
Memoir Notes With Recent Addenda
Journal of Enver Gortash
He's so much more motivated and insightful early on, epitomized in Ketheric's entry, "Gortash fears that, energised by the dark energies of the Crown, the brain we now call the Absolute will eventually metamorphose into something new and more difficult to control." And he was right! But that guy's nowhere to be found by the time we meet him.
This one makes me particularly sad, "No weakness but the unexpected. It seems I shall need unexpected allies," because, again, he's right, and we could've saved him if the game had given us the opportunity to say, "No, there is another way. Let's not walk into this obvious trap." He wrote us a roadmap; left a trail of breadcrumbs; and we weren't given the option to follow them.
But I guess that's what fixfics are for.
THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TAVtalk!
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zu8her · 1 year ago
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✧・゚Hands | Sakusa Kiyoomi — we all got a hand kink.
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✧・゚tags— hand kink, dom!Sakusa, penetrative sex, consent, cum eating, foreplay
✧・゚notes — I want to credit @tsukiboo as inspiration. They made a post about Tsukishima's hands that I could not get out of my head. In the end tho, I thought I would be best if it was Sakusa Kiyoomi ff. Anyway- I hope you enjoy this. Keep in mind I have not been writing for long so give me grace.
✧・゚— word count: 2.3K
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Taking a sip of her coffee, she sits next to him. Taking in the morning sun as it sneaks through the window, the calm of finally resting after working her ass of at work and the man in front of her, typing away at his laptop. Unfortunately, unlike her he didn't get off but works remote so he's always at home. That is her point of contention. Him being here but not actually being able to be here, with her. To actually spend time together. Instead she reminisces, her head flooded with memories of him.
With every passing memory she grins to herself and continues to survey him. His black strands still dishevelled because he did not feel the need to deal with it and y/n had already occupied the bathroom moisturising her scalp and combing out her afro.
She surveys him as he casually licks his lips, his puffy red nose that always accompany him when he wakes up and to his distaste overstays it's welcome.
But what instantly grabs her attention, is his arms. Inwardly, salivating as she gawks at them. At his rolled up grey sleeves that outline the slight tone of his muscles and reveal them. His hands decorated with veins and the ring she was hesitant to give him because she assumed that he 'wouldn't be into something like that'. Determined to prove to her that he was, that he actually loved the thoughtful gift, only taking it off to clean it or showering, always wearing the silver ring. She presses her thighs together as she thinks back to the sensation of him tracing the cold ring all over her body.
Her thought drift her to the start of their relationship. Before this started she knew he was not very fond of just anything/ anyone touching him. He is still slightly particular of hygiene. She noticed how he would tense every time any part of her body would so much as graze his. So, she stopped trying and became distant. He noticed, and made an effort to touch her more.
In the end, he ended up craving it, though he would not show it openly. His hands remember every one of her curves. To the extent where he feels the sensation tingle across his hands even when he is not touching her. He would close his eyes and let every part of her body, that he ran his hands across, drown his thoughts while grinding his hands together in an attempt to replicate the sensation.
She sits waiting to spend time with him. She sits spending time with him. Observing, his long slender fingers gracefully gliding across the keyboard. She sits patiently, ogling his hands, relieved that he is too busy completing his code to question her, giving her the opportunity to respectfully, observe his sculpted hands.
"Y/n," he calls as he continues to work at his code.
"Mmmh?" She mumbles, raising her eyes to meet his, still planted on his screen.
"Do you need anything?"
"No." She lies, cupping her cheek. "Actually," he raises his eyebrows. "Do you have a hand to spare?"
He immediately gives her his right hand. Typing with his left. She smiles, tracing her warm fingertips across his cold veins, comparing their hands by pressing them together.
"Baby, I kinda need my hand if you're done." She lets go. "I don't know why you like them so much."
"What?"
"My hands."
"No, I don't." She cheekily retorts.
"You've been staring at them again." She smiles in defeat. "I don't know," she steals his hand back, connecting it with hers. "Their just so..."
He removes his eyes from his screen looking down at her tilting his head. She mimics his movement with a grin. His mouth corner rises before falling and him returning to his computer. She mumbles something about getting breakfast ready to detract him from further questioning her as she continues to stare at his hands. The hands he loves wrapping around her thighs, torturously slow.
Those hands that make her think back to the times she'd tape his fingers for him before every match.
Sitting at a bench as wondering eyes walk by and she would nervously look up at them. "You're nervous" Her eyebrows knot as she glares at him. "I'm not- it's just- nevermind." She simply sighs and continues to tape his fingers. Gently twirling the sports tape around his fingers. He attentively watches her as she does so. Done, he gets up. He throws his jacket over her shoulders, looking down at her, his taped hands cupping her face, before regrouping with his team.
Getting up she retreats to the fridge. She could feel his eyes on her as she grabs some milk and cereal from the cabinets below. Taking a spool full of cereal she walks past him into the living room. She hops on the couch, taking another bite. Switching the TV on, she flips through before settling on a show she regularly, quite intentionally procrastinates watching to the end. She absentmindedly watches the show. Her eyes planted on the tv but mind preoccupied with his hands.
The hands that gently wraps around her throat. The hands that holds her waist and pulls her to him. The hands that holds hers. The hands that holds firmly as her hips as he fucks into her.
Hands. His hands, drown her thoughts. Those hands she wants caressing every part of her body. That's all she can think about. Her mind consumed with his large calloused hand. She groans in frustration slightly shifting picking up the remote to rewind. He looks over his shoulder before returning to his screen.
Hours later, she hears him finally shut his laptop and the shuffling of his slippers as he shuts the curtains before making his way toward her. Looking up from her phone, the sun had gone down. Lifting the comforter he sneaks next to her.
"Week's work is done." He gives a tired smile. "I'm all yours."
At the start of their relationship, he had noticed how she would stare at his hands. As he turned the page of the book he was reading, her staring down at him from the spectators seats as he practiced and him simply washing his hands. Her eyes would fixate on him and his so-called perfect hands. Always "observing" as she puts it.
Sakusa knew she liked his hands. Maybe it is because after he started to really get comfortable he became completely enamoured with her. Touching her. He grew addicted. Though it was beyond him why she liked his hands, the arrangement worked for them both. He most certainly used it for his pleasure and most importantly hers.
Turning to face her, he sneaks his hand onto her thighs. Smiling, when she faced him. “Very interesting show. Don’t you think?” “Yeah…”
He continues to rub as her soft thighs, placing emphasis on scars and dark marks by pressing softly and gently rubbing. Gliding his hands up and down. She attempted to pay attention to the TV but her eyes settled on his hand. Rubbing and squeezing, his large hands caressed her thick thighs. Her breath shortens with every caress. His hand inching closer to where she desperately wants his fingers to entertain.
Abruptly, his hand comes to a halt. Her eyes shoot forward at the TV screen. Removing, his hands on her thigh he brings it to her face. Placing it as the side of her cheek turning her head toward him. Her brown eyes settle on him with her chest softly rising and falling. Her cropped t-shirt outlining her chest delicately. Pulling the comforter off he stands staring down at her.
He stands awkwardly for a bit before gathering his words. “Would you like it if I- uhmm…?”
“Yes,” she jolts. Extending his hand he helps her get up.
The walk to their bedroom down the hall was tense as she tilted her head to glance at the man behind her. Entering the room, his scent with a hint of perfume hits her. She relaxes looking back as the door clicks closed. He walks her way, towering over her. He cups her chin his eyes darting across her face. “Sit on the bed and face the mirror.”
She crawls onto the bed staring at herself through the mirror. At her gown draped over her, then at him climbing behind her. Their eyes meet and she gives him a nod. Touching her shoulders, he pulls off her gown. She shivers as his fingers slide down her arms. Discarding it, he groans glancing back at the mirror. His eyes taking in her body.
Leaning forward he presses his chest against her back. She lays back relaxing into him as he cups her chest. He runs his hands over her shirt rubbing at her tits underneath. Her back slightly arches as she feels the silk fabric of her shirt press and slide across her nipples. Gasping as he brushes his thumb against them and gently pinching. Kissing along her neck as he gropes them. Toying with the hem of her shirt, he helps her pull it over her head, discarding it.
She sits on her knees, lifting a bit as he wraps his arm around her waist continuing his indulgence by cupping her tits once more. She desperately pulls for his right hand. “Want to keep going?” He whispers against her ear. She nobs. Staring into the mirror, she impatiently moves his hand to her panties. He rubs her through the fabric. She moans gripping his arm, watching him look down, his black hair falling forward, and his hand between her legs.
Pulling down her panties, he simply glides his fingers across her wet folds. She mewls as his fingers sink into her. He slides his fingers into her cunt as her wetness rolls down her thighs and drips onto the bed, staining his sheets. She tightens around his fingers pushing down into them in an effort to get more friction. She whines when he pulls out and latches his wet fingers onto her clit.
She breathes, feeling the warmth escape behind her. Watching him walk to his closet. “I bought you something.” Closing his closet he reveals a wand, similar to hers. “Get on your back, baby.”
On her back she watches him settle above her, between her legs. “You always use one of these when I’m not around.” Pressing the toy onto her clit, she shivers at the cold sensation. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot. How you fuck yourself with this.” When he turns it on a silent gasp leaves her lips and she grips the sheets, an orgasm washing over her as he squeezes her hips.
He bucks his cock against her, rolling the wand onto her clit. His hand flexing as he pressing it down. Staring down at her as she comes undone once more. His indulgence continues holding firmly at her hip as she attempts to escape.
Only after cumming several times more does his hold loosen and the wand put aside. She lays beneath him dazed. Drool running down the side of her mouth, twitching. His fingers run across her cheek, her drool coating them. He moves forward, his hands at the side of her head and his crotch against her leaking cunt. He rolls his crotch onto her sensitive clit. Her hips jerk as he presses and grinds his bulge against her.
Getting up, he pulls off his pants. Her breath hitches as he wraps his hand around the base of his cock stroking. Rubbing her saliva all over his shaft. He captures his lower lip between his teeth but fails to prevent his moans from slipping out. “Fuck.” Her hand sneaks between her folds. Gripping her writs, he pins her stern stare.
Staring at herself through the mirror, she moans delightfully, as he holds her wrists and fucks her from the back, watching as his veins become more prominent as his grip tightens. As he pulls her back onto his cock with every thrust. Beads of sweat rolling down his face and his breath can be felt against her skin.
His mouth agape as he plunges into her cunt. He lets go of her wrists, bringing up his fingers into her mouth. She moans against them. Sucking as she tasted her cum. With his right hand, he rubbed her swollen clit purposefully sliding the ring down a bit to press against it. A feral moan rips through his throat as he feels her clench around cock.
The sound of skin connecting becoming more lewd with her cum coating his pelvis. He holds onto her as she cums with her griping his forearm. Pulling out, he cusses at the sensation and her cum running down his thighs onto the sheets.
Laying back against the headboard he watches her sink down onto his cock. She looks down at him. At his hands on her hips and his thumb rubbing at her stretch mark. She grinds into him. His tongue grazes his lips looking up at her throwing her head back on his cock. She lowers her eyes at him when one of his hands leave her hips and rubs at her clit.
She leans into him as he fucks up into her. Her nails digging into his shoulder as she cums. Gently laying her down he positions himself between her cunt. Restlessly, she watches as he fists his cock. Watching as his precum trickle down his hand and onto her. He glances down at her as she tries to close her legs with a grin planted on his face. He releases a raspy moan as his cum spurts on her stomach.
He releases his cock heavily breathing. He presses his cum-smeared cock against her wet cunt. Leaning forward his digits enter her mouth. Collapsing next to her he sighs, his breath still heavy. Rolling off his bed he enters the bathroom before returning with a wet clothe which he uses to clean his cum off. "I still don't get why you like my hands so much."
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spiderlily-w1tch-blog · 3 months ago
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𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚒 - 𝙿𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝
𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊
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Ft Bakugou; Ft Gang|Mafia; ft stolen|payback, cock-warming, fingering
𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚���𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own BNHA or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors
WC: 3,482
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: includes jealous Bakugou. (yes, that’s a warning, lol) also technically infidelity/disloyalty, minimal use of Y/n, 3rd Person POV, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)
𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔦 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: it’s up to your interpretation if you and Bakugou were actually dating or if you were just his good little cock sleeve or what have you, tho you are referred to as ‘his girl’ + Reader is mentioned to have a Shadow Quirk, though what that entails is left up to y’all :),,, Did I quote Yung Gravy? Yes. Yes I did. Am I ashamed? A little bit. Would I do it again? Oh fuck yes.
【Masterlist】
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Hitoshi sat comfortably in his large chair at the head of the table, seemingly a throne in its own right. He waited smugly for his guest to arrive. Suddenly, he heard the telltale sign of his guest’s aggravated pounding on his door. Hitoshi nodded at Denki to answer the door, knowing that him answering the door would piss his guest off even more.
Surely enough, he soon heard the growls and almost-yells paired with stomping, and the angry blonde made his appearance in his meeting hall.
“Bakugou. Glad you could make it. I hope my little subordinate was good to you.” The purple-haired man smirked at the deepening scowl on his rival’s face.
“You fucking did that on purpose you purple-haired asshole,” Bakugou growled, planting himself in one of the chairs at Hitoshi’s table, 3 chairs down from him.
“I don’t know what you mean,” he feigned innocence.
“What the fuck ever. What did you call me here for, jackass?”
“So rude to your host!” Neito laughed from behind Hitoshi’s ‘throne’.
“Oh, fuck off, copycat bastard!” Hitoshi’s easy, teasing grin immediately fell, a scowl replacing it.
“I couldn’t give a fuck what you say to me or about me, but don’t you ever insult my men. If you say one more thing about them, well.. just remember you’re in my house now, bitch. I got all my guns trained on you. Don’t forget that shit.” He bit out at the blonde, glaring into his eyes for a mere moment before his easy demeanor returned like a switch was flipped. “Well, while I’ve got you here, maybe you should meet my newest addition,” he stopped and looked in amusement as Bakugou froze for only a split second at the prospect of a new unknown, “Y/n.”
“What. What the hell are you doing with my girl?” His harsh eyes set on Hitoshi who feigned surprise at the “new” information.
“Your girl? You mean I know your girl? You talking about Y/n?” He got a gruff, nearly pissed, growl of confirmation, “Nah nah nah, you mean.. you mean Y/n with the ass? Y/n with the.. with the shadow quirk?”
“Yes! That’s fuckin’ her!”
“Shit,” Hitoshi mocked remorse before beckoning with a motion, the aforementioned girl, who walked out of the hallway in nothing but kitten-themed lingerie. ‘Fucking predictable of that cat-obsessed bastard!’ Ran through Bakugou’s mind, “Oops, baby,” he taunted the fellow Yakuza Leader, “guess I fucked your bitch, baby, oopsie daisy,” She reached him and easily slid into his lap with a curl of his fore and middle fingers as he kept talking, “never knew she was your boo, baby.” He barely held back a cocky look that would have surely caused the blonde to tackle him, regardless of the dozens of guns and bodyguards trained on him, as he flaunted the girl that Bakugou supposedly ‘owned’ or whatever shit he thought.
She sat back-to-chest with him, facing Bakugou with a small, deceptively sweet smile as she leaned wholly into the purple-haired man behind her. As Hitoshi smoothed his hands over her skin, rubbing on the inside of her thighs, parting them easily, Bakugou finally noticed that the lingerie had nothing covering her pussy.
“Doesn’t she just look ravishing? Good enough to eat.” Hitoshi nipped at her neck and continued to tease the man, sliding his hands further up the insides of her thighs until his fingers were framing her pretty pussy. “She feels even better. Oh! But I’m sure you know that already,” He smirked as he slowly, deliberately worked his fingers to toy with her glistening outer folds. She hummed at the feeling and kept her low-lidded eyes trained on the blonde whose jaw looked like it was only a moment from cracking with how hard he was clenching his teeth.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing? What the fuck are you hoping to accomplish with this shitty ass little stunt?” Bakugou growled lowly, his voice quiet but nonetheless threatening. A promise laced into his words that would have sent any sane person running for the hills and already made them shit themselves. But Hitoshi wasn’t exactly what most people would call sane. He was a Yakuza Leader after all, one that blatantly “stole” Bakugou’s girl. The one who was hardly seen away from his side, the one he flaunted at every meeting he had to attend. The girl who took his cock whenever he demanded it or when she just picked up that he needed it. The one that he liked best out of all his girls, the ones who threw themselves at his feet.
No, Hitoshi didn’t fear the blonde in the slightest. Even if it was known that Bakugou rarely— if ever— made empty threats, much less when it came to his toys, he treated them like they were more harmless than threats of a child’s tantrum. His confidence in this situation skyrocketed when he so easily got her to follow him back to his base and to his side. How willingly— though not easy like those jealous dickhead rival (wannabe) leaders proclaimed— she followed his whims and dressed up so pretty for him. So pretty in her little panties that framed her pretty pussy so wonderfully, the top that barely covered more than her perky nipples, and the pretty little accessories that made her look like the perfect good girl. Like his good girl.
“Accomplish? I’m not aiming to accomplish anything. Except to maybe show you that anything you can do, I can do better. Anything you think you own can be taken in a second. That I can take it. You think that just because you have something that no one can touch it. You think you’re so scary and intimidating that no one will even try. But I’m here to show you that you. are. not.” Hitoshi emphasized his words by plunging two fingers into her pussy with each one to really get his words to sink in.
His words started as playful but got more serious as he went on. The sternness in his voice sent a bolt of pleasure down the girl’s spine and she shivered against him. Hitoshi seemed to understand and dipped his head slightly to press a light kiss to her shoulder and one to her neck and a quick nip at her earlobe before he sat back up straight. He kept his fingers lazily moving in and out of her tight wet heat, keeping her satiated but leaving her wanting— needing more.
“If just having her here isn’t enough to convince you, maybe she can help with a demonstration. Isn’t that right, baby?” He muttered into her ear with a husky growl that made her shiver with a gasp and a pleased smile as she nodded.
“Yea. I think we can do that.” She spoke with a sultry voice, purposely trying to piss off Bakugou more.
“Good girl,” He purred and kissed her cheek, sending a teasing glance at Bakugou out of the side of his eye. “Why don’t you help me out a bit, baby?” Hitoshi cooed into her ear and slowly slid his fingers out of her cunt. She bit back a whine of protest at his fingers’ retreat and slid out of his lap, making a show of her movements and showing off her cunt to Bakugou. Even moreso, she made her movements deliberate to bend at the waist first to flash her cunt at him, within arms’ reach but before he could even think about reaching out, she bend her knees to kneel in front of Hitoshi, eye level with his crotch.
Flicking her gaze up at Hitoshi through her lashes, she saw the way he had his bottom lip tugged between his teeth and a smug look on his face as he watched her hands slide up his calves, over his knees, and up his thighs. Her touch grazed over the tent in his pants to reach the zipper of his slacks. Hitoshi groaned and shot her an amused, lazy grin as he groaned.
Bakugou watched the show and glared with a heavy gaze at the two and flitted his eyes around the room to send his glare at the members scattered around. They were mostly there as insurance that he wouldn’t attack or if he did they could stop him. They were clearly enjoying the benefits of being able to see the show, though. A good few of them were pretending not to watch, but the more physical reactions outed them anyways. Bakugou scowled at them but stayed put in his chair, the only noises from him were growls of clear displeasure with the situation.
Her fingers deftly found the button on his slacks and popped it open before slowly pulling the zip down. The sound was practically torturous for Bakugou as he watched his favorite girl maneuvering someone else out of their pants. Hitoshi, however, was clearly enjoying every moment that he got closer to feeling his girl in his favorite way. It was a very satisfying bonus that he could mess with Bakugou, of course.
“Gooood girl. You ready, baby?” He asked with a teasing lilt once she freed his cock from the confines of his briefs. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded up at him, slowly standing up. His hands immediately shot to her hips and lightly squeezed the flesh there, toying with the lace of her panties there. He pulled her to stand between his thighs as he leaned in and kissed her ribs, her stomach, her hip. He bit the little bow on the front of her panties and tugged teasingly as he maintained eye contact and let the elastic snap back to her soft skin. She giggled at his antics as he smirked in response and gently guided her back a step out from between his thighs.
“I’m ready ‘Toshi,” She smiled at him and he went straight into action, gently pulling her forward again and patted her thighs to signal her to climb into his lap. She happily obeyed and lifted a knee into the space between his outer thigh and the chair’s leather armrest, repeating the action with her other leg once she was settled in the crevice. He hummed in delight, having her in his lap, her dripping cunt hovering over his hard length.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby. This all for me, huh? Or is it just because your Ex is watching?” Hitoshi muttered sensually into her ear, a light teasing tone in his gravelly low voice. His words sent shocks up her spine and she practically purred at his voice.
“Mm-mm, just for you, ‘Toshi. Promise.” She told him with a whiny tone as his hands on her hips squeezed and groped her, his cock pressing heavy against her thigh. He smirked at that and kissed her as a reward, savoring her lips and the taste of her on his tongue. She subconsciously ground her hips down in midair and ended up pressing her leaking cunt against the head of his dick. They both moaned at the sensation, each capturing the sounds the other made with their lips still mingling.
They heard a growl from the blonde still sitting impatiently and annoyed beyond belief. Hitoshi chuckled against her mouth and squeezed her hips again, though he kept a firm grip that time, ready to move her hips as he pleased.
“So impatient,” He muttered into her ear with a teasing lilt that got a breathy giggle into his neck where she buried her burning face. He made eye contact with Bakugou over her shoulder and, holding his gaze like a challenge, he pulled her hips down and guided her onto his cock. Finally, he sunk fully in and tightened his grip when her walls pulsed around him. As she caught her breath, the hot gasps fanning against his neck just below his ear made him suppress a shiver, he eased his grip and stroked a gentle thumb over the skin soothingly as he knew she would have bruises by the morning. With his lax hold, she was able to shift around and ground down on his cock, barely lifting her hips in small movements that sent pleasure shooting up their spines.
His hands flexed into a steel grip once again, holding her in place as he tutted at her, “Oh, baby, stay still. Stay still for me, okay? I’ll reward you later if you’re a good girl and just sit here in my lap and keep me nice and warm. Yea? That sound good, baby? You gonna be my good girl?” His voice was heavy with desire and want and had a tug of neediness that he kept under wraps well enough. She lightly whined with a moan and buried her face in the juncture of his neck and shoulder but hummed in compliance anyways.
“Oki ‘Toshi…” Her words were slurred and heavy with whiny breath and it pissed Bakugou off even more. He gripped the arms of the chair so tightly that the wood creaked and groaned and was close to splintering. He watched her be so obedient for Hitoshi. Watched her be a perfect good girl for him. She stilled her hips as best she could manage, though her thighs quivered with the obvious urge to at least rock against him. Bakugou could tell by the muscles in her upper thighs and ass lightly tensing every so often that her cunt was twitching around Hitoshi’s fat cock, aching for stimulation.
His red eyes flicked up to meet lavender ones that flickered with amusement, taunting him, proclaiming ‘I won’ in deafening silence. Bakugou, to stop himself from acting rashly in a room full of people who had every reason and even more means to kill him where he stood, grit his teeth to the point that his jaw ached. He caught movement in his lower periphery and looked to see Hitoshi’s arms circle around her waist and held her against him as he traced shapes on her lower back, teasing at the hem of her pretty panties.
“Why don’t we continue with the meeting, huh? Let this good girl sit pretty while we talk.” It wasn’t an offer. Hitoshi would carry on with the meeting whether Bakugou liked it or not. And he did not. He averted his gaze and glared to the side where he caught that sparky blonde dumbass adjusting himself in his pants, trying to keep a professional image. It made the angry ash blonde wrinkle his nose in a scowl but shifted his stare back to the purple-haired asshole who had way too much fun teasing and provoking Bakugou.
“Fine. Talk, mind fucker.” He growled lowly, flitting his gaze between Hitoshi’s face and his hands that still teased at the pretty frills of her panties.
“I have a proposal.” That got Bakugou’s attention quick, “You can integrate into my group and you and I both get the whole territories.” He spoke, surprisingly easily and eloquently for having his cock stuffed in the tightest little pussy he’d ever felt.
“Tch. Let me guess. You’d still stay the boss and I’d have to be your fucking lapdog.” Red glared into purple with simmering fury.
“Not quite. You’d be higher in status than that. Much higher. You’d be my left-hand man. You still have full control of your guys and a certain amount of say over some of mine. I’ll be the big boss, yes, but you’d still have a good amount of power, too.” The offer was fairly appealing, though it still beat on Bakugou’s pride that he would have to be lower than someone, especially this fucker. His anger bubbled up again when he saw her gently twitch her hips, an unintentional movement from a desperate need to feel Hitoshi’s cock dragging against her walls and fucking her full and making her cum on his cock so many times before he spilled inside her that she would be fucked dumb and overstimulated.
Hitoshi paused for only a second and shifted one of his hands to squeeze her hip as a kind of warning. Bakugou closed his eyes to reel in his anger and pushed himself against the back of the chair. He opened his eyes to meet the direct gaze of Hitoshi, a small smirk on his lips that he at least had the decency to try and school given the offer he’d just proposed.
“So? What do you say?” He asked, voice still almost scarily even.
“I say Fuck. You. I ain’t no one's damn subordinate. I’m the goddamn leader and you best fuckin’ remember that, Mind Fucker.” Bakugou spat and hauled himself out of the chair that scraped against the marble floor from the force and speed he stood up with. He noticed all the gunmen around shift into attack stances, ready to tackle him or shoot him dead should he make a bad move. Shooting a glare at them all, he spun on his heel and started storming out of the room and towards the entryway before the grating voice he’d come to hate with such a vicious vigor.
“The offer is always on the table! Think it over, ‘kay? Who knows, if you show back up at my door, asking like a good boy, maybe the position with have certain.. Perks.” Hitoshi purred, disguising a deliberate roll of his hips into his good girl as simply shifting to get more comfortable, drawing a needy whine out of her that she tried to muffle in his neck. Bakugou felt his face heat up in what he decided was anger and nothing more and clenched his fists, boring holes into the floorboards outside the meeting room.
“Fuck off.” There was a minuscule quiver in his voice that he was secretly glad only Hitoshi and the girl in his lap picked up on. Before anything else could be said he sped out of the room and straight to the front door and to the driver waiting for him.
“Do you think he’ll accept, baby? Will he be a good boy and come back?” He kept the taunting tone in his voice after he had already slammed the door so hard it nearly shook the entire house. She hummed in thought and turned her head to untuck her face from the crook of his neck so her lips were just a hair’s breadth away from the spot just beneath his ear.
“Dunno. You teased ‘im a lot. ‘f he does it’ll be a while or ‘f sum’n big happ’ns.” She spoke as best she could with her mind in a haze from the feeling of being so full but not having the stimulation her pussy craved. He chuckled and leaned his head to the side to look down at her without bumping her with his chin and a soft, amused grin on his face.
“How come you’re so smart, baby? I thought I would have stuffed you full enough to make you my dumb little girl.” He teased her and craned his neck at an awkward angle to press a kiss to her lips. It seemed that her words used up the last of her senses as she could only lazily move her lips against his. Hitoshi turned his face back forward and chuckled at her, “That’s what I was thinking.
“Y’know you were such a good girl through all of that, baby. Did just what I said and stayed so still like I asked. I think you deserve a reward. Doesn’t she?” He quirked a brow and glanced at Denki and Neito who turned their gazes back to their boss and his girl the moment it was safe after Bakugou left. They stood more relaxed than the rest of his men who tried to keep an air of professionalism, but the tents in their pants gave them away, though he commended them for the effort.
“She has been very good, boss. I’d say a good girl deserves a good treat.” Denki spoke with a lazy grin, unabashedly letting his eyes slide over her back and linger where they were connected with a bite of his lip.
“Same here, she was waiting so pretty, didn’t even touch herself while she waited for your signal,” Neito smirked with a half-lidded gaze that shone with his satisfaction at her obedience. Hitoshi looked at her out of the corner of his eye and raised a proud brow.
“Oh, she didn’t? Well, that’s even better, baby. Hold on to me, baby. I’m gonna lift you up and give you a proper reward, ‘kay?” She hummed happily and wrapped her arms securely around his neck and squeezed her thighs around his hips to prepare to wrap her legs around him when he stood up. He huffed a small chuckle at her immediate, unquestioning obedience.
“That’s it. My good girl.”
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𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:
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ekat-fandom-blog · 1 year ago
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Personal canons are the canon everyone has created based on the canon and fanon content they've consumed.
Expansion not necessary. I just wanted to add my thoughts.
1. Examples range from wanting to wrap his drinks in a web before drinking them to wanting to fall asleep curled up in the back corner of his closet. No, it doesn't matter which Spider-Man.
2. This one is just my perception of the two. There's nothing I can actually tell you about this other than the vibes seem to match.
3. The headcanon of Poison Ivy eating mostly meat is fun. (Not fully carnivore because I think she'd also eat plants because it's necessary to eat both to be a healthy human and can be healthy for the environment if done in moderation). I decided to combine it with Danny Phantom for this because I haven't seen anyone do it before. So, Ivy being mostly carnivorous and Sam being ultra-recyclo-vegetarian would be appalled at each others diets.
4. Cyborg's connected to a supercomputer created by a more scientifically advanced society, while Barbara is a human (I specified her because she's the best Bat at hacking.) Her being the best hacker in the universe is a stretch at best. There's gotta be computer languages she's unable to decipher because it's so different to any on earth. (I don't think anyone from earth should be able to hack cyborg or the mother/father boxes.) If your supercomputer can be hacked by the equivalent of a preteen with a 2010 samsung who doesn't even recognise the coding language you used, then you didn't create a supercomputer. (Mother/father boxes are sentient, autonomous computers btw.)
5. Young Justice was good. Great. It just seemed to stop caring as much about having the new audience learn about the characters after season 2. I wouldn't know who Razer is if I didn't watch Green Lantern: The Animated Series. I stopped having emotional connections with the characters by season 4 and they stopped wrapping up storylines in an emotionally fulfilling manor after season 2. As someone who never read any comic books except for Spider-man/Deadpool and a few green lantern ones and one batman and spider-man crossover, I don't care about the characters they shove into the show and expect everyone to care about.
6. I get it. The "he won't stop if he does it once" was only in one comic (apparently) and the comic was written by someone that (apparently) most of the fandom doesn't like. I don't care. Every reason he has for not killing is valid and coexists. He collects reasons to not kill like it's gold and he's a dragon. The only reason that is invalid and can't coexist is that he doesn't care enough about the people that could get hurt or killed to permanently stop people like Joker, Bane, or Scarecrow.
7. It makes sense if they were the two to get touch starved easily. Dick grew up in a circus where everyone was presumably pretty tight knit and Tim grew up in a home where appearance mattered more than feelings. But also they happen to be the characters I like to torture.
8. Strange is petty and I 100% believe that Tony started it. (Stephen is finishing it though.)
9. Freddy Freeman can't walk without crutches and flies in the comics. (I haven't read them, tho) I feel like it's erasing disabled peoples' struggles when they just give him the ability to walk in his hero form. Let him be a little flying guy who never touches the ground.
10. It's a comic thing again. I just think it's more interesting. (I found pages of captain marvel comics in google images and tumblr.)
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iamthekaijuking · 2 months ago
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Been getting back into Transformers and its lore as of late, and if I may ask, how do you picture Cybertron’s biosphere and wild clades?
For me anyway, I imagine it as composed of Mechanimals (Fauna), Cyberflora (Flora), and Cyberfungi (Fungi) as the larger-scale life present, while Nanites serve as the Protist and Bacteria equivalents instead. The basis of ecosystems here is founded upon the consumption of metals and Energon, the former for maintaining the body and the latter as fuel, and uniquely Cyberflora and Cyberfungi can metabolize their own Energon by absorbing sunlight and breaking down metals respectively.
As for how reproduction occurs here, I imagine it occurring in all these groups as first via consuming/absorbing large amounts of metals, then raising the present Spark’s energy to ignite a new Spark, after which said new Spark is implanted into the consumed metal and released to form a new member of that species. However, in the process of Spark-splicing, slight changes will be present within the child Spark that isn’t found in the parent Spark, allowing for mutations and thus evolution to occur. I might need to workshop this tho since it’d make identifying when new species emerge or split off hard
What’s your thoughts on this? I imagine Transformers themselves are a separate category from Mechanimals, ones that don’t consume other organisms to gain Energon, but instead extract raw deposits of Energon from the ground
I’ve never really thought about cybertron as a fully functioning biosphere before since I’ve only recently became a full fledged transformer fan and most continuities don’t have the transformers being naturally evolved beings but instead created by Primus himself.
But you do paint a good picture and after watching transformers one I did speculate about transformers biology with some of their weird ass lore being considered.
Apparently transformers have “CNA” which means they have a genetic code stored in cells, and cells have a liquid medium by necessity. So really if you wanted to detect if a transformer was nearby you wouldn’t need to spend so much money on an energon detector, just scratch a car and see if it bleeds.
I’m also going to assume that they have metal cell walls. Now since they theoretically have cell walls made of metal then they would be very inflexible and their mobility would be less than a plant and thus be nonexistent, but transformers are made of lots of independent moving parts. So it’s likely that in order to achieve mobility they’re actually made of zooids, meaning that they’re more similar to something like a Portuguese man o’ war in anatomy than to a human. Different zooids would form different structures like joints and hydraulics and support structures.
So tldr, transformers are aliens with a more metal heavy biochemistry who have cell walls like a plant and are composed of zooid colonies in order to be ambulatory. They also eat electricity and oil and look like dudes and tron bikes.
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possumeneb · 6 months ago
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Fabricated Blooms
Fabricated Blooms is a sort of fantasy Finn AU that takes place after the love of his life dies. (Angst)
Disclaimer: mentions of bones and death (not bad tho). Also, I am not a writer and practically made this up in English class a few months ago. One last thing, this is mainly for my OC but I made it inclusive for others as well :3
This did not take any inspiration from the amazing desolation au made by @urpaperboy (sorry for the ping) which is a steampunk au focusing on alphonse and seth.
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It begins after the death, Finn had tried so many times to bring them back. So many nights and days that blended together as he pushed himself to find a way to awaken them again.
Out of pure desperation he did it, he created his sunflower again.
Wait, created? But I was trying to bring them back not Re-create Them! How could this be. it's not even them! It's just a pile of human bones rapped in plants and stone!
It's not them. it's not them. it's not THEM ITS NOT THEM ITS...
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It's been a while since the golem was created, I don't pay much attention to it no more, its just a part of life now. It will watch me plant and even seem like it wants to help, I let it water the more durable plants from time to time.
Sometimes I would walk in on it trying to eat my veggies like a rabbit, only this is a 6 foot Eldritch creature made of magic,plants, and rock with no stomach. I had gotten upset and went to give it a good talking to.
That was the first time I actually talked to it, the first time I looked it In the eyes .... It's eyes held so much more emotions than I had thought, maybe it was my sunflower after all.....
No, Why would I think that?
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What a fate, to be made with the feelings and love of a mans dead lover and never be loved back.
Your not really his sunflower, your just a product of his magic and desperation.
You'll never be them.
Never.
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chaoticarson16 · 11 months ago
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May we please have Loui, NY, and TX hc’s? 👁️👁️
*not forcing*
Of course you may!
Louisiana:
• He’s a literal sweetheart that gets along with everyone. Like, he knows everyone and everyone knows him
• He will drop whatever he’s doing to help one of his friends. Doing the dishes? Not anymore. Eating lunch? He says he ate enough. Self care? You need it more than I do! Therapy? He’ll be your therapist.
• He very rarely cusses. Every now and then he’ll cuss in French but he rarely cusses in English. When he does this everyone goes quiet cause he’s either in a lot of pain, very upset, or MAJORLY pissed.
• Him and California are the only two not allowed to be ANYWHERE near guns. (With the Wild West and the Black Panther group, please don’t quote me on this, California would be able to shoot guns frighteningly well. I also believe Loui would be extremely good at shooting guns, like, completely incapacitate someone but still keep them alive. Everyone believes they’d be way too dangerous with a gun. Even Florida won’t give them a gun….sometimes)
• Him and Florida have a pet alligator that they’ve named Kitten. She’s around 8 feet and is the biggest softie ever. When the others hear they’ve got a pet named Kitten, they assume they have a cat and weren’t very creative with the name. They are wrong. Florida and Loui laugh every time they agree to meet Kitten and she’s a big ass gator. Govs the only one who got used to her (surprisingly) cause when they got married (pushing my Flouigov agenda) Kitten would constantly follow Florida or Loui and she eventually started following Gov too since he was there more then the other states and she now sees his as a family member.
New York:
• He LOVES to draw. Like, this man always has a sketchbook on him. Any chance he gets he buys a new one (literally me tho) but they don’t last cause he’s always drawing.
• He’s got hella tattoos. Him and California have the most tattoos out of anyone else in the statehouse. Most of the states believed New York had the most tattoos until there was a pool party at the statehouse and they saw Californias.
• Him and Colorado are surprisingly friends. They’re hiking buddies and like to go exploring together. New York likes hiking with Colorado cause he’s allowed to climb pretty much everything. Colorado likes hiking with York cause he’s one of the only people who can keep up with him.
• Him and Jersey like to act like they hate each other, but they’re actually twins and they’re really close. They created different signals (hand placement, facial expressions, pencil/pen placement) to have silent conversations in the middle of a meeting. They’ve started randomly laughing while Gov or one of the other states were talking and had to leave the room to stop. Everyone was very confused.
• Begged Illinois to go see the Chicago rat hole and when Illinois finally agreed he was super excited. He took so many pictures and even left some money there. He cried when he found out someone filled it.
• Him and California have a black oriental cat that they’ve named Gremlin. He’s so stupid and they love him very much.
Texas:
• Him, Jersey, and North Dakota all garden and they love to go to one of their houses and plant new plants that they bought while shopping alone cause they have no self control- (Jersey is the garden state and North Dakota is the peace garden state)
• He has a red dun quarter horse with white blaze and sock markings (yes I looked it up cause I had a very specific image in my head) named Janie. He likes go horseback riding a lot since it calms it down.
• He’s also got an Australian shepherd named Buck (I know so original) but the funny part is she’s a girl. She learned to nip at people’s feet when they call her a he and Texas finds that hilarious. When he says she has an attitude, he means it. She’s also like an emotional support dog for him which honestly he needs. This boy got hella trauma-
• This man is deathly terrified of big crowds. If he can’t easily get to an exit he starts to panic. And when I say panic I mean p a n i c. He started crying and having a panic attack after a meeting cause he was too tired to teleport and everyone kinda crowded around the door to talk. It was made even worse when they started crowding him to make sure he was ok. Buck ended up not leaving his side for a while after that, even going to meetings. If she saw people crowding the door she’d go up to them and bark till they left.
Sorry this is a bit late! My teacher threw a random test at us and I still haven’t finish it💀
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starythewriter · 1 year ago
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KINKmas 14 elijah x you
WATTPAD
TW: this is for mature audiences only minors LEAVE.
you woke up feeling amazing because you were in a gigantic mansion with elijah he was your handsome man. you loved him more then anything and of course you also couldnt deny his great skills in bed. it was snowing outside, but you didnt care, the snow to you was the best part of december.
elijah was still asleep you however were ready to spice things up with him. a lot of the times you felt very unsure about your relaintionship to the mikaelson brothers, since they would share you. one time youd be in the hands of klaus and another in elijah sometimes in kol's.
you were not upset at this tho you enjoyed it, but sometimes it was a little hard considering whenever you saw elijah youd see a little bit of kol in him. he was smart and noble, just so sexy. the way he would talk and the way he eats you out elijah felt the same way about you however he also had a strong sexual desire towards you.
elijah loved everything about you especialyl the fact that you were a witch he found it very sexy. you got up to light some candles and set a cozy but sexy mood. as you wanted to ride elijah it had a while since the two of you engaged in any type of intimacy because he was away with klaus on a special mission.
you went down stairs to find klaus, painting it was a potrait of the two of you hugging. it was so cute. "you look very handsome klaus" "shouldnt you be with elijah?" he replied, "well… lets just say im waiting for the ambiance to be right…" you said, you trailed your fingers across his cute vest. klaus was very cute despite his rage and constant pain/ regardless you loved him and he was just so sexy. "lets dance" you both put on some christmas music and began to dance graceful turning around, he lead the way.
occasionally he would surprise you with a kiss which you were not mad about. you stared deep into his eyes. he was entranced by you. "klaus help me with something what gets your brother infatuated?" "well apart from being a sexy witch, using oils on his body, also he likes self pleasure… so id recommend getting off by yourself. trust me itll do the job" he said with a whisper.
you kept dancing, you anointed some oils for klaus. "dont be naugthy darling" "what if i want to be" you smirked, he kissed you as the scent his him hard. you kept dancing the song had ended. "im gonna go now, hes gonna wake up." "no… I- i want you here" "since it is the season of giving, how about you watch us" you smirked.
"fine" he said. you entered as elijah just woke up. "you look and smell sexy… lavender?" he said "yes handsome. relax" you poured some lavender oil onto his chest, rubbing it. "darling what are you doing" he said. "giving you a gift" "klaus is watching" you whispered klaus started to slowly jerk off.
elijah took off his clothe, as did you. you got ontop of his large dick and he pinned you aganist the wall. he quickly started to fuck you. "fuck… I didnt know these oils would work llike this" he said. "relax" "i cant Y/N I need to fuck you" you moaned loudly. he sped up, giving you kisses, at the same time you rubbed oils on his biceps. slowly klaus groaned as he became closer and closer to his peak.
you were enjoying this to much as you were the one in control of 2 of the most feared men. you kissed elijah, "your just so fucking sexy, I feel like i need to breed you till you are filled with my cum" you moaned louder, you both shivered as you were close to reaching your peak.
you grabbed his hair yanking it, he groaned as you held onto him tightly. you were both sweaty, this rough sex was intense but lovely. you stared at his facial features his amazing jawline, his facial hair, his eyes. you also were drawn to his biceps.
he flexed with his right arm and held you with the left. "kiss it" you did just that, he groaned louder as you planted hickies on his large arms. klaus stood to side closer then ever to peaking.
after you finished leaving elijah's arm brusied, he fucked you with vamp speed, "can I… use the both of you… I need to suck that energy…" both elijah and klaus said "yes" as you all reached your peak, you shivered moaning loudly with elijah, as you held eachother tight. klaus came grinding his teeth as he released all over his boxers.
you consumed their wonderful energy as you reached that peak. you felt amazing. elijah set you onto his bed. klaus joined in, you all took a moment to catch your breaths and the two rested, "your both so hot…" you got onto klaus kissing him" the both of you stared at eachother. shortly after, you all took naps.
THE END!
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loud-kid2 · 3 months ago
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Since you asked:
Do the events of Mario Sunshine still involve the Magic Paintbrush and FLUDD?
What is E. Gadd like in the AU? (And by extension Polterpup and Gooigi?)
What are Wario and Waluigi like?
What does Dryad Peach look like?
Does she have a castle?
Can the bros feel any touch to their coats while in human form?
If their coats get damaged while in human form, do said injuries show up on the human bodies too?
They probably can't, but have the bros ever gotten curious and tried to use each other's coats to transform?
Since selkies who have had their coats taken away tend to run and never return upon getting it back, why did Mario go back to Isle Delfino after a few hours? Was it because Peach's plane (assuming she still has it) let him leave faster? Or was it because he had no idea how to swim home?
How do the bros feel about cooked seafood (calamari, takoyaki, etc)?
Were there any difficulties during the time when they had yet to internalize what being a selkie meant? (As in, they had gotten the explanation but still saw themselves as humans who had merely gained a strange power)
Since Kamek caused the transformation, could he reverse it?
How long max can they stay in human form without being taken over by the instinct to be in their true form? And what is the farthest they can be away from their coats?
What are some currently still umentioned characters like in your AU?
Yes Mario Sunshine still features FLUDD and the paintbrush
E. Gadd is still obsessed with the paranormal, the only difference is he's a shape-shifter, his preferred form is an old man (nobody knows why) and Gooigi is still the same as in canon just with a coat tied around his waist
I have not thought about them since I don't like them that much (if you have ideas please share)
This is visually the closest to what I imagine Dryad Peach to look like
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Photo is from a webtoon comic called Mythed Up btw and I highly recommend it
She's more plant than person but by far is the most human looking than any of the Toads, her hair is more like roots and her clothes are actually a part of her body. Her color pallette is a peachy pink with some pops of yellow here and there (mostly on her cap)
Technically she does have a castle, it's just made entirely of plants except for the stained glass window.
If they are currently wearing them yes because they're gonna feel somebody touching them but if they've left it somewhere they won't feel it per say but they will get an off feeling until the person stops touching it
No they have not tried transforming with each others' coat
They aren't too sure about that since they are pretty well forced to change into seal form because fixing the coat by sewing it up does not work. They are forced to go through the entire healing process in seal form since they do not want to risk whatever could happen if they change into human form. They do know any injury that occurs in human form will transfer to their seal form (and coats) tho.
Peach doesn't have a plane (they got there by boat) but he did return to go with everyone despite every cell in his body telling him to not go back and just swim home. He's never going back after that tho
They enjoy it, it saved their asses so many times during their attempt to return to a normal life. They enjoy it much more post Selkie-ification, but they can and will eat raw seafood if need be
It took them suffering in Brooklyn for a bit to really grasp that they are no longer humans, they were in heavy denial.
Yes he probably could, it's just a matter of would he actually do that
The max is a week, after that they cannot stay in human form without getting really anxious and snappy. The farthest they can be from their coats has changed overtime, at first they could barely stand being away from their coats for too long but as they got more used to their new normal it can be left decently far away without the two of them becoming anxious
I haven't thought of that actually (mostly because I don't know that many characters)
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mafiaamongstus · 4 months ago
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So what does Earth look like 900 years from now in terms of like... Governmentally speaking? Are there still countries or is there like one big world government? If it's the latter then how/when did that come to pass? Whereabouts on earth are our brave cast members being deployed from?
If anyone out there has ever read Ender's Game, we've got a quasi-similar thing happening out on earth here. (tho, it all happened pre imposter war)
There are about three major world powers that control essentially the entire globe. The Sovereign of Europe/Africa/South America, the Hegemon of Asia, and the Speaker of North America/Australia.
There are still individual countries with their own governments (think like, ancient greece/rome, u had the emperor and then the cities managed themselves they were just all under the big guy)
The three of them work together to basically make sure World War 4 doesnt wipe out the face of the planet after WW3 did a pretty danged good job of attempting it.
Basically, things hit a boiling point, WW3...happened...and humanity realized, oh crap, we're about to perform self-genocide.
Yada yada politics n stuff, they ended up with the Sovereign/Hegemon/Speaker, and basically those three help make sure to keep each other in check while also ensuring their regions are safe and secure.
The discovery of alien animal and plant life was a massive help to the planet as well, seeing as there are certain ones that basically, when brought to earth by power of alien sciency idek man became the slow fix to climate change + pollution (turns out there's basically a water version of goats. those suckers will eat and digest ANYTHING. set them loose in the ocean and say goodbye to oceanic pollution)
As for where the main cast is from- i dont have specific regions for anyone just vague ideas for the most part
Olo - Somewhere in the middle east (Egypt maybe?)
Rouvan - South America / brazil maybe
Rynn - Europeish, probably around Greece?
Joris - Canada
Odil & Jitil - North America, maybe Alaska maybe Mexico idk
Kyle - Australia.
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