#oop i went a little nuts at the end

[devil-in-hiding]

how do you think the guys in OTR would feel if reader had to put them on a sex ban for a bit?

like she’s gone six years without sex and then is suddenly having sex with four MASSIVE dudes, her body can only take so much 😭

and as someone who does have sex like- everyday or multiple times a day, sometimes you do just have to give your body a break. A bruised cervix isn’t fun 😪

-🫧

They will be whiny little babies about for the first day or two, but when you finally explain that even letting your legs fall opens makes a wince of pain wrack your body, they are at your beck and call, warm baths and body massages

Price and Gaz are the most apologetic, leaving little kisses to your hips and thighs when rubbing them

and it’s not like the four of them don’t have their own willing holes, and it also gives you a show 👀 the best nights are when Simon is reduced to nothing but a blabbering mess, accent so thick and speech so slurred no one was quite sure what he was saying, but locking eyes with him while he has Kyle fucking his face and Johnny is tongue deep in his abused hole?

[sodaliteskull]

Iradurel - Design Elements

HISTORY

Iradurel was born to a large and loving family, though she did lose her mother before she was old enough to remember her. The rest of the family said they would explain what happened to the woman when Iradurel was older. They never got the chance, however, as Iradurel's father was forced to go into hiding, and he took young Iradurel with him. With a new identity in a new country, her father joined the local militia in order to better blend in. Unfortunately, he ended up giving his life to protect his newfound home when Iradurel was a tween, and Iradurel joined up with a group of other orphans, scrounging what they could to survive. They fell afoul of one of the local gangs, who gave them an ultimatum - whoever was the ringleader behind all these thefts would join the gang, as they were looking for more skilled members, while the rest of the orphans would be placed in proper homes. And so Iradurel joined the gang.

PERSONALITY

Iradurel is very good at wearing masks. She can be an absolute party animal one minute, and then a prim and proper socialite the next. Whatever the situation, she is adept at blending in. A consummate liar, she is able to bullshit her way into as well as out of almost any social interaction. She is good at chatting people up, which can make strangers think that she's easy to get to know, but she doesn't share anything true about herself to anyone outside of her handful of trusted confidants. She's generally mistrustful of people, because in her line of work, she has to be. She has absolutely no qualms about resorting to nastier tactics in order to get what she wants, and all of her wants centre on the success of her gang.

APPEARANCE

Iradurel is 5'9" and has a brawler's build. She goes to great lengths to sculpt her physique, with a strict diet and an unhealthy lack of water in order to constantly keep up her defined musculature. Everything about her appearance is an intimidation tactic. She has pale skin and dark brown hair, while her eyes are fiery red. In her gang days, she wore her hair long (as she didn't really trust anyone to get that close to her with scissors), bleached to orange with streaks of her gang's colours, though she was forced to cut her hair before she met Ryla. She ended up keeping the shorter hair, and foregoing bleach, once her hair started growing back. In her gang days, she was covered in tattoos, but lost them prior to where the story is going to actually start.

For clothing, she has more of a punk goth aesthetic. Again, she wants her appearance to be intimidating, so she leans towards sleeveless shirts, sturdy pants, and armoured gloves and boots. She is very much an accessory girlie, with plenty of studs and spikes to add to her threatening persona. While in the gang, she favoured clothing items in their colour scheme (neon yellow, green, and blue), but left to her own devices she leans towards darker blues and other cool shades for her wardrobe. She tends to gravitate towards items that give her some kind of added protection (flame or water retardant materials, composite fibres or metals), due to her line of work.

She wore many hats within her gang, which gave her a familiarity with an assortment of weaponry, mostly of the bludgeoning variety. Bats, blackjacks, and brass knuckles were the everyday tools of the trade, and she always kept at least one knife on her just in case. Guns were only brought out sparingly, and Iradurel would gravitate to shotguns and SMGs when the need arose. She was always drawn to swords, however.

When she learns how to use magic, she finds that hers manifests as a bright blue colour, taking on the appearance of flames. She leans towards destructive spells, either targeting large swaths of area to deal a little damage to a lot of people, or targeting her spells to absolutely destroy an individual.

ARC

Iradurel has lived a life of violence and excess. In order to cope with the stresses of gang life, she indulged in whatever vice she could - sex, drugs, alcohol, gambling and fight clubs. Anything to distract from the dystopia of her day to day. She only cared, first and foremost, about the well being of herself and her gang. Anyone beyond that small circle just straight up did not matter. In her experience, people only listened to you if you were a threat, and so she made herself into a natural disaster. Going forward in the story, she's going to learn that there's more to life than whatever little hill you thought you were destined to die on, and that she isn't the island she always assumed she was.

[talkbycolor]

mushroom oasis headcanons . . . ↷

A/N; im very sensitive about mychael too, oops

Pairing; "Mychael" x GN!Reader

CW; idk alien sex (jk) / this is actually cute, dont worry

Mychael as your boyfriend.

I just know that he likes to listen to ABBA with you and dance in the mornings when making breakfast or at night before going to sleep.

He purrs at bedtime, especially if you pet his hair.

You can caress his horns, they are softer than they look but also sensitive, be delicate

After a while of relationship, he could no longer avoid the growing guilt he felt and told you about the mushrooms in the forest and the brainwashing he did to you at the beginning.

Definitely identifies with Roar's "Christmas Kids" song.

Be thankful he doesn't have an internet connection or he'd make Deez Nuts cringe jokes.

He is the perfect person for fairycore, you have already begged him to do makeup together, even though he didn't need any of that.

He likes to feel safe, silly and childish with you, having learned to take care of himself since… well, always, it was a drain on the soul. what a relief to his heart to be able to be childish with you, like a break.

He still has certain self-esteem problems, his eyes always dilate when you say nice things about him (or when he's about to jump and attack ((kiss you)))

It's not like Mychael is an uncivilized being, but you've taken the time to teach him several things on dates you've had, things that perhaps he didn't know due to his isolation from society.

You're actually a little scared of what could happen if they discover Mychael's existence, so if you live together it will be in the forest.

Sometimes he is selfish and brainwashes you when he wants more kisses or just feels too needy to let you go out with your friends.

For him there is no such thing as breaking up, he will beg you for answers and ask countless times what the problem is or what you want him to change, as a last resort he would brainwash you so that you stay by his side, even if it's like a shell.

"They were 20 and decided to end their life just like this. They went up to the 21st floor and left without saying "goodbye." I wonder if when they were flying through the air they remembered… ..I once told him if you kill yourself I'm gonna kill myself too!" Basically Mychael not being able to continue with his life alone once he meets MC, if you leave, so does he.

The first time you had sex, bro, Mychael almost had to be chained up, he acted like a spoiled kid when he tried his new favorite candy.

Mychael composes songs for MC, he will even try to get new instruments, new talents, anything to entertain his firefly and have them stay in the forest with him.

Is the kind of old-fashioned sculpted lover, don't doubt that you will look like a 60-year-old couple with 3 chickens and a dog, your wish is his command. If you can't go out to eat at an elegant restaurant, he will get a recipe book to prepare the best dishes and put candles on the table. If you don't have new clothes, he will knit what you like. If you don't like the color of the cabin, he will paint everything as many times as necessary.

Physically? Mychael will never hurt you, using guilt as manipulation is not to his liking either, he loves you too much so he will only wash your brain to have a perfect life by your side, don't worry, you are safe from the world and you will have healing caresses every night , even if it is not today, if it is not tomorrow, you will learn to need it on your own and stay at will.

Mychael is terrified of people, the opinion of the masses made him think of himself as a monster and he can't help but blurt out little comments mocking his own appearance. Being with you makes him forget what he is. Why was he surprised? Because you didn't look away.

His saliva is a little salty and something tells me that he produces goo when he is excited, trust me (delulu)

♡

[holycrimin]

Is It Casual Now?

12!Donnie x Reader

(Friends-to-Pining-Idiots)

AN: wrote this on a whim bc I'm bored and am procrastinating. and also because we don't get enough friends-to-lovers fics lmao (also might make a sequel?). also might be ooc? idk

warnings(?): not alot, mild cussing?, might be a little ooc, mention of apritello but only brief,

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It was a warm summer night...

Actually, who were you kidding? It was freezing. Okay, wait, maybe a bit of an exaggeration. It was still cold though, you stand by that.

"Want me to lower the AC? You look like you're dying."

"hrnn... But what about your experiment-thingy-thing? Wouldn't that like... affect it or something? Or was that the other one?" You ask, sniffling. Oh yeah, did you mention you were sick? Because you're sick. Sick as hell! Haha! haha...

No but seriously, you felt like you were dying. You bet it's not even that cold.

"Nah, don't worry that was the other one. It's in the freezer."

"Aw dude, Mikey might eat it or something."

"No he won't, there're like, a million warning stickers on that thing, he wouldn't—" You gave him a look,

"Crap." He ran out of his lab and went straight to the freezer.

Wait a minute, why were you here again?

Oh yeah, the project. And to hang out with Donnie, sure that too.

He came back with his experiment-thingy clutched in his arms. You sniff, "Dude—" "—Gross,"

"Shut up, anyway,"

"Why didn't you put it in your freezer? You literally have one right there." You pointed at the small metal box (that you're pretty sure he built himself) next to his desk.

"Because there's ice cream in there, and I don't want to share with my brothers."

"So what's your plan now?"

"What?"

"Should we like.. eat some of the ice cream to make room for your weird jelly-thing, orr..."

"Well I didn't think that far, sure, why not." He places the container down on his desk and takes out a small tub of vanilla ice cream.

"Ew, vanilla? that's so... Vanilla." You smile,

"Excuse you, that's for me. This, is for you." He says, taking out an equally sized tub of cookies and cream.

"Bro that vanilla has nuts in it, you like your ice cream with nuts? Ew."

"Oh nevermind, guess this is going back in the freezer," He takes the tub of cookies and cream ice cream and tries to put it back in his freezer.

"Wait, hold on, your honor I'm innocent!"

He chuckles, you smile.

"Shut up, dork, take the ice cream."

"Speak for yourse— Oh, oops, nevermind I forgot you had full control of my ice cream privileges."

"Mhm, yeah, that's what I thought."

He hands you a spoon and you notice a little red button at the bottom of it.

"What's this for?"

"For heating up the spoon so that we wouldn't have to wait like, half an hour to eat the icecream."

"God, that's such a good idea, you're a genius."

"Yeah, I know right?"

The two of you laugh as you both open your tubs of ice cream. Well, it was more of an attempt in your part. You eventually got Donnie to open it for you.

"Oh wait, my project... Whatever, it's the weekend, I'll do it tomorrow."

"And that's why you end up pulling all-nighters and get all grumpy on us when we talk to you on schooldays."

"Shh... SShhhut up. Eat your ice cream."

He chuckles.

It's quiet.

"Soo... How're things with April?"

And that is definitely not the way to start a conversation.

"Eh.. You know. The same it always is."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

And back to quiet. It's nice, but you wish it wasn't so awkward.

"..I should've given you soup instead. Giving you ice cream was a bad choice on my part." He stand up to take the ice cream (which was already a quarter finished, by the way) from you.

"Aww, come on Don. I can have the— ha..." You sneeze, "..have the soup later. After ice cream."

He snorts, "Come on," he gently puts the back of his hand on your throat, then your forehead.

"Oh damn, I did that as a joke, but you're seriously burning up. Yeah, no, I'm getting you soup."

You let out a whine of defeat as the tub of ice cream gets taken away from you, and hey, was it this cold before?

"I'll get you a blanket too. Why'd you even come here anyway?" He smiles a little, "And don't say that you needed help with your schoolwork. We already covered that like, a week ago? Get some rest, man." Before he leaves, he puts the experiment-jelly-thingamabob in the freezer.

"'Kay."

Why were you here?

Easy, you liked hanging out with him.

Why?

Because.

..Because?

Because he's fun to be around?

Might need to think deeper than that.

Who are you, my therapist?

You're literally talking to yourself.

Whatever. Because... I don't know, he makes me.. happy? that sounds weird.

Yeah. Keep going anyway.

This self analysis thing is getting weird.

And he's back. You smile.

"I got some hot chocolate too. Had to be quiet though." He covers the both of you with the blanket, and hands you the soup.

"Damn, you're cold too?"

"Yeah duh, turtles are cold-blooded."

"So you've said."

He leans back,

"You gonna finish your little experiment here?"

"Maybe. I'm tired."

"What time is it?"

"Uhh.." He checks his t-phone, "1:10 AM."

"Whatt... You're telling me I've been here for six hours?" It's fine, your parents were out of town. You liked it better here anyway.

"Also, I really don't think you should get that close to me dude. I'm, in your words, 'seriously burning up'."

"Ughh.. but you're warm. And I don't wanna get up." He dramatically lays his head on your shoulder, fake-snuggling up to you.

He gets a laugh out of you, he grins.

"I'm tired."

"Yeah, me too." Donnie yawns, pressing a button on his remote. Suddenly, the lights started to dim.

You let out a breathless chuckle, "When'd you install that?"

"A couple weeks ago. You said you didn't like how bright the lights were. So I made this remote to dim the lights, then I got distracted and made more options, then turned it into a slider... then just... booshhh... yeah."

"You remembered that?"

"Of course."

That's actually pretty sweet.

You smile at him. "Yeah?"

"Mhm. I'm gunna.... sleep. G'night."

"G'night."

And like that, he was out like a light. You just realized how close he was to you.

He's next to you, head basically on the crook of your neck. Both of you sharing the same thick blanket, with the empty bowl of soup that you didn't realize you had finished, and the half empty cup of hot chocolate.

And now, you start thinking to yourself,

Is there more to this?

No, you're just friends. Right?

But that tiny voice in your head that's getting increasingly bigger as the minute passes, is asking you:

Do friends do this for eachother?

Yes.

Are you sure?

What else could it be? What else could we be?

Do friends go out of their way to show up to your school in a disguise while it was pouring out to take you home?

He's just like that. He's nice, he's caring.

Do friends install fancy advanced remote-controlled lights just for you because you mentioned once how the lights were overwhelming?

..He's my friend. I'd do the same for him. Well, If I had the smarts.

But the difference is that you know how you feel.

Well.. Yeah.

Do friends leave lingering touches?

...

..Didn't he say he had a heater in here?

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

I'd like to request reader after a succesful final exam get rewarded by Steven and Marc. They would whisper things like i'm so proud of you or that's my smart girl, but she gets so dumb on my cock

Thank you!

Hi anony!^^

One word: SMUT!!

Some quality time

Steven Grant & Marc Spector x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, nsfw, oral (fem! receiving), fingering, p in v, soft dom Steven, the boys are utterly horny in some parts, cliffhanger ending(?).

I think I made Marc a pantie sniffer for 1 second, oops(not sorry, hehe)

Summary: You've successfully accomplished your final exam as the best one and your boys wanted to reward you.

Out of all graduates you of course were the best one. To be honest you were scared of the final exam, and if it wasn't for Marc and Steven helping you, you'd probably had worse results. After everything was done, including the small party at the end, you already saw him standing outside waiting for you.

On your way out, you waved goodbye to some of your friends going the opposite direction from you before you approached him.

"Hi Steven, hi Marc."

This time it was Marc, he smiled warmly as you got closer

"Hey sexy. You look beautiful in that dress." he gestured towards the dress you were wearing.

"You already told me at our breakfast today." you couldn't help but blush slightly.

"And I'd do it again and again." Marc held out his arm for you in a gentle manner for you to hook yours on.

Both of you started to make your way back home in silence for some time.

"So, how did it go? Did our teaching help you out?"

"Actually I was the best out of all. So yes, your teaching did help alot."

"Oh? Really? That sure screams for a little reward, don't you think?"

You nudged him with your elbow "You don't have to do anything."

Marc laughed. "Honey, we want to. By the way, Steven wants out. He's going nuts."

Before you could even blink Steven took over the body.

"Love, you look absolutely stunning in that dress!"

You could hear the genuine admiration in Steven's voice.

"You two seem a little happy today."

"Of course we are! You finally made it! And you were the best."

"Come on, it was just an exam! Okay and a little party after, but still, only an exam!"

Steven gave you a playful glare, nudging your shoulder. "You forgot something, love. It was a final exam. Final. Means you're done now."

You just grumbled in response, trying to not laugh.

"Even Marc said that." Steven said, reaching out with his other hand to flick your nose with his finger.

After a while you broke the silence, curious of what the 'reward' might be.

"Marc said something about a reward? I'm sure you must be involved, right?"

"Yeah. A reward for our smart girl." Steven's voice lowered teasingly, hinting at what they had in mind.

Soon enough you arrived back home. While Steven minded his own business you went to get changed. You were only in your underwear, hanging your dress on the coat hanger with your back turned towards the door, not noticing the boys sneaking up on you as out of nowhere two arms snaked around your waist, causing you to jump slightly as he rested his chin on top of your head.

"Gotcha." He said softly, it was Marc again he pulled you against him, hugging you from behind.

"Next time make some noise so I'll know you're sneaking up on me, Spector."

"Maybe. Or I'll get Steven out." he teased, knowing Steven would talk back.

*Oi, not cool mate.* Steven replied in their headspace.

Marc laughed softly, it was the laugh that told you Steven was talking back to him.

"Guess Steven will let you out next time when there's some fight going on." You couldn't help but take part in this and tease Marc, who in return poked your side.

"Whoa, boys what's the reward?"

"Some nice, long quality time with your boys."

Marc guided you to the bed, gently laying you onto your back.

*Marc, please tell me I'm not the only one thinking she looks breathtaking in her underwear everytime?*

Marc looked at you with a smirk before answering Steven.

"Absolutely right, buddy." He was already starting to take off your panties.

"Was it Steven? What did he say?"

"He was just spilling facts that you're so, so breathtaking in your underwear."

After that, Marc brought your panties to his nose and inhaled, closing his eyes for a second.

"Not only does our girl look stunning, but smells perfect too."

*Oh hell yeah she does* Steven's voice inside their headspace was already needy.

Meanwhile your cheeks were already flushing, catching Marc's attention.

"You see that Steven? She's lighting up like fire."

Marc leaned down, spreading your legs and closed in on your inner thigh, sticking his tongue out, slowly and teasingly licking his way upwards, causing you to whimper softly and already moving your hands towards his head.

When Marc's mouth finally arrived at your core, he teased your entrance, moving his tongue around your hole, spooning up the pooling wetness already there.

"Oh fuck!" Your hips arched upwards, desperate for more.

*God...I could listen to her angelic noises all day...* At this point Marc was certain Steven was already foaming at his mouth.

"Honey, you're making Steven lose his shit inside the headspace. Oho, when he's going to have you, you're gonna get it." Marc said lowly and seductively, looking up at you.

He gave your clit a flick with his tongue, catching you off guard before he thrusted his tongue inside you. This caused your eyes to roll back in pleasure.

*Marc, tell her if I could, I would eat her delicious cunt out the whole night.*

"Oh baby, if you could hear what you're doing to Steven right now, he's a mess already and I haven't even started yet." Marc smirked against you.

You whimpered. "W-what did he say?"

"He'd eat out your pussy all night long. Wouldn't matter if you'd be asleep or not." He thrusted his tongue inside you once more, swirling it around, making you tug at Marc's hair.

Marc stopped his magic without a warning, getting up and stepping between your legs before pulling his already rock hard cock out.

"But I can't blame Steven. With a pussy as delicious as yours, it's hard to resist."

He positioned his dick at your entrance, collecting your wetness with his tip before pushing inside.

"Fuck- I have to say- no matter how much we fuck you, you always manage to have a- f- death grip around us-"

Marc already sounded like he was losing it but he kept his pace steady.

*Mate, our girl looks marvelous every time.*

Steven's words made Marc smile and lean down to you.

"You're right Steven. Our beautiful, smart girl."

*Yeah until she gets cockdrunk for us*

The sounds escaping from you always managed to make the boys go feral.

"We are so proud of you, babygirl. So proud."

You heard him, but you were not sure if you could respond logically

"You two h-help-ed me..."

If you weren't cockdrunk before, you were definitely now.

*I think she's saying we should get rewarded instead, Marc.* Steven chimed in.

"Ohh, she wants to reward us now, huh?" Marc teased, angling his hips to hit the spot deep inside your core making you let out higher pitch moans.

*Fuck, that hit a spot there, mate.*

"Hit a spot there, didn't I?"

Both said almost in unison although you couldn't hear Steven. Thinking wasn't your speciality now anyway.

"We're so happy for you. We knew you'd be smart."

Marc repeated the same thrust he did earlier to make your mind spinning, drawing another high pitch moans out of you.

"Yes- you're our clever girl. But when it comes to our cock..." He trailed off, leaving you to try and think. "You're so dumb when we have our way with you, hm? Feels so good you're going dumb, right honey?"

All you could do was moan in response.

*Marc, keep teasing her...please..* Steven's voice was almost pleading with Marc to urge an answer out of you.

"Too dumb to speak, hmm?"

He decided it was time to increase his speed, pounding into you full force.

"Y-yess.." Was all you could moan out while Marc made a mess of you.

*Bloody hell, she's so beautiful all fucked out*

"I-I'm close, boys!" You warned, gripping the sheets.

Marc, already panting leaned down to you

"After I'm done with you, Steven's gonna have his fun with you. So better not get too comfy."

Right after he said that, you walls gripped his dick like a vice, gushing your juices all over it.

Marc moaned. "Fuck- you're killing me here."

He came too, pumping his hot load into you, supporting himself on his hands on either side of your head.

You on the other hand couldn't help but ask why they're so riled up today

"Boys, why are you so in the mood today? What happened to you two on the last mission?"

Marc was still catching his breath and pulled out of you

"Well, we said we're gonna reward you. You should know by now we take this very, very serious."

"Yeah but I feel like poor Steven is possessed by something. Oh and you too, Marc."

*Yeah we got possessed by her.* Steven said in their headspace.

"There you have it, Steven just said we're possessed by you." He chuckled.

Marc pushed himself up "I'll be right back." he made his way to the bathroom watching you calm down and giving you a seductive side eye you didn't notice.

You only got a few minutes of break before you heard him come back. This time it was Steven.

"Love!"

You snapped your head up "Right, I forgot about the package deal you two come with." you chuckled.

Steven sat down on the edge of the bed "Yeah. And don't worry about resting, it's not like you have to go somewhere tomorrow, so y' have the whole day to sleep after this."

*Steven, tell her we would gladly keep going until she's snuffed out like a candle tomorrow.* Marc said in their headspace.

"Marc said we could keep going all day, to make sure you remember this day."

"All this because of an exam?" You giggled.

Steven leaned down close do you

"Ah-ah, what did I say earlier? Final. Exam. You don't have to study anymore."

"Final." You mimiced him.

*Let's go buddy, show her.*

"Cheeky lil' thing, eh? Alright, back to business."

Steven grinned, getting up to step between your legs.

"Think you can go another round, love?"

"Maybe."

"Yeah? Wanna go dumb on our cock again?"

*Now I know how you felt earlier, Steven.*

"Seems like," Steven moved his hand towards your previously well fucked hole "now Marc is the one goin' crazy." he began rubbing your clit to get you needy again.

"But he already had his, uh, 'round'."

"Never doubt us, love. You know how we can get." Steven teased.

"Stevenn.." you moaned.

*Fuck, listen to her sweet noises...*

Steven couldn't help but laugh. "If you could hear Marc rightnow, you'd think he's mentally jerking off."

You half laughed half moaned at this "Wait you two can do that?"

*No I'm not.*

Steven chuckled "He just said he isn't." he moved his hand further down to thrust two fingers inside you.

You moaned, feeling yourself coating his fingers in your juices.

*She's still tight as hell, right buddy?*

"Oh yeah, like she wants to stay that tight."

"Oh my god, boys."

Steven curled his fingers inside you, making your hips arch up.

*Look at our good girl.*

"Mhh-mm, taking us so well."

Steven kept thrusting his fingers, loving how responsive you were.

"Y'see how lucky we are with you, love?"

"Y-es..." you moaned.

The way you were responding to them was almost too much for Steven.

"Fuck, I don't think I can hold back any longer."

Steven straightened up, grabbing his already hardened again dick and positioned himself at your hole, teasing you with the tip then pushed inside swiftly.

"Stevy!" You mewled.

*Oh shit. Do that again, Steven.*

"Yeah? Like how we take care of this cunt?"

Steven pulled out until only his tip remained inside and then pushed his whole girth right back into you.

"S-Steven!"

*Yeah that's it, there she is.*

"Bloody hell, love, you're turning Marc into a maniac back there." Steven chuckled.

"He already is." You spoke without thinking.

*Really? Tell her I hope she knows there is still some time left before the day ends.*

"Oh oh, you're in trouble now, sweetheart." Steven teased, speeding up his movements.

"W-what? Wait what?" You moaned, pushing your hips to meet his movements.

"Marc said there is still some time left before the day ends." He slammed into you.

You began to realize what you said, but you couldn't concentrate about it because of how good Steven is slamming into you.

Steven leaned close to you. "Gettin' stupid again, yeah?"

You could only nod.

"Our clever girl. So smart. But when she gets our cock, she's a stupid mess."

You could feel yourself getting close again, the speed in which Steven is pounding into you made your head spin.

"Stevy, I'm getting close!"

"Yeah, can feel it." Steven breathed, feeling himself get close too.

It wasn't long before you gushed over him, coating his dick in your juices once again as Steven did the same to your insides, painting them white.

Steven collapsed ontop of you, burying his face into your neck.

After a moment of content silence you spoke

"You two are insane." You giggled.

Steven raised his head, rolling off of you and to his side, smiling. "You're welcome, darling."

"Now comes the resting, yes?"

"Yeah we uh, should be done..."

You raised your eyebrow "Should?"

Steven gave a dirty smirk. "Y'know, you called Marc a maniac, me insane and both of us insane aswell. Makes two for each of us."

Your jaw dropped. "No way, you can't be serious." you laughed.

Steven flicked your nose with his finger. "Besides, we already told you you'll take tomorrow to rest."

You just laughed, nudging his shoulder, not believing him, not even noticing the switch.

"Oh so now you're laughing, huh?" Marc was back.

You immediately stopped laughing.

Marc narrowed his eyes, a faint smirk was on his face, he looked like he was about to pounce on you.

At this point you were already certain you'll put tomorrow to good use in terms of resting.

[rafedaddy01]

Im in love with the daddy series🙈

Could you do a part 4 in which she makes him f her raw any chance she can get now that she is on "birth control".

But always telling him stuff like "You could have a second secret family with me " , "does it turn you on that you could get me knocked up"

Daddy pt 4

A/n: thank you guys. I didn’t expect this blurb to get turned into a mini series but I’m glad you’re liking them!!

Pt 3 pt2 pt1 Pt 5

Ever since you lied to rafe about being on birth control he never put on a condom. You knew eventually you’d have to tell him, but you didn’t wanna ruin your fun.

“I’m gonna fill you with my cum so you feel me all day long, y/n” Rafe pulls your head back by your hair, the dinning table squeaking below you as he pounds into you pussy from behind.

“You’re not going to clean yourself off. You’re gonna slip those pathetic excuse for panties back on and keep me inside you for the rest of the day. A little reminder of how good I fucked you” he thrusts one last deep thrust and stills as he spills his seed deep inside you.

It went on and on like this. Everyday rafe would end up working from home and he’d hired another babysitter on days his wife worked away so she could take the kids out of the house and you two would fuck in every corner of his home.

“Wanna get me pregnant? Fill me up with you seed?” You whisper against Rafes ear as you ride him on the couch, “I want you to breed me” you bounce faster, bringing his hands up to your breasts and helping him knead the flesh. “Want your babies, daddy” you arch your back and you bounce faster. “Ugh fuck” rafe groans as he thrusts up into you, his hands playing with your tits and pinching your nipples.

It was like a porn video every time you and rafe fucked. He brought out such a wild side you never knew you had. Before him you were so quiet and innocent. But now you can’t go a second without having him inside you.

“Does it turn you on to know you can knock me up?” You flutter your lashes as you slow your bounces, forcing his chin up so his eyes meet yours. “Do you want that, daddy?” He nods his head slightly, “you sure?” You start speeding up your bounces.

“Fuck fuck fuck” to be honest rafe doesn’t even hear the words coming out of your mouth, he can’t comprehend what you’re saying. All he can focus on is the way you clench your pussy around his cock. It’s the best feeling he’s ever experienced, better than snorting coke. You’re a drug he can’t get enough of, and he doesn’t want to stop.

“Fuck, feels so good” he kneads the flesh on your ass as he helps thrust up into you, both nearing the peak of your pleasure. “Breed me, daddy” you squeal out as he cums deep in your womb.

It’s only post nut clarity that helps rafe understand what you were saying. “The fuck did you say?”

“Y/n” he takes a deep breath before he speaks. “You said you were taking birth control”

“Did I?” You flutter those lashes once more as you pick the blanket up off the floor and wrap it around your body, “oops”

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[beautifulterriblequeen]

Wait you wrote some of the Dragon Prince's Reflections short stories? That's awesome, congratulations! What was that like and how much lore did the showrunners give you access to, or were you allowed to make your own additions to canon? 😃 Which ones did you work on if I can ask? Thanks!

Oop, this question came in while I was answering another one! I just went over which Reflections stories were my work here! tldr, most of the first volume and one in the second volume.

I worked with Devon on ideas to pitch, and then on crafting and polishing the ones that got approval. I only needed to know a little bit of lore from upcoming seasons in order to write the stories, but with the timeskip between S3 and S4, I necessarily had to know a few things, like "so it's been two years."

I did get a couple of references to look at, such as the design of the soul candle for "The Queen's Soul," since that was an asset they'd already created for the show. And I did get to watch an early version of the first episode of S4, for character/design/location/etc reasons. A picture is worth 1000 words, etc. But most of my stories were just little bubbles stuck on the side of the main plot bubble - as the Reflections series was originally pitched to be! It's full of treats and foreshadowy lil clues, but in the end it's just fun supplemental material for the extra nerdy to indulge in! So there was some freedom in pitching and writing, as long as it held to theme, and we had a lot of fun bringing these little moments to life.

Crackledrake is my favorite short story because I got to add the cute little ritual to Sunfire canon and created the lore behind it. It's inspired by the real-world tradition of snapdragon, so you can see I was super inventive with its TDP name there! I gave Janai and Amaya their own Xadian fruits and nuts, though, as they deserve. I can't say I did so with a straight face, though. My face was extremely gay about it, actually.

Rise Again was another of my pitches that got accepted, and writing it really helped me connect with Claudia in a way I hadn't before. I've felt differently about her ever since, and that wouldn't've happened if I hadn't gotten to spend time with her and give her Burnt Biscuit.

I think Changing of the Guard was already in the pitch lineup, but I was really excited to get to write for Soren and Corvus. I always enjoy when opposite personalities try to come together! I tried my best to add some angst into Corvus' backstory, but I had to trim it for length so he remains mysterious. But King Ezran's Belly Full of Jelly tart-eating contest is a thing I've put into the world, and I'm genuinely pleased with that. And then there's all the *waves Sorvus flag*. I just think they're neat! (and you're welcome)

[ladykailitha]

The Caged Bird Still Sings Part 8

Hello! Thanks to WIP Wednesday I managed to finish a chapter of each of the stories so things are moving right a long with this story and the others. With any luck, I'll have Secret Tunnel (game show AU) finished by the time the weekend is over with. Fingers crossed.

In this Steve goes on a bit of a roller coaster of emotion. Also a bit of naughtiness in the middle, so 18+

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

~

Steve put together the package he had be planning after he ate his burger. It was no chili burger from Benny’s but it was really good. It had caramelized onions with a thousand island dressing on the bun which was some kind of fancy bread.

Now the fries, that was something to rave about. They were seasoned and deep fried. He had eaten almost all of them before he even touched the burger.

Then once he was done with the package, he went down to the front desk for them to mail it off. Now he was at loose ends again. He could go back up to his room, but he really didn’t want to.

It had only been three days since he got kicked out and he was bored. So he looked around the lobby for inspiration. Then he spotted a discarded newspaper. Probably someone who wanted to read the financial stuff and found their stocks had tanked.

That was what his dad did every day. He didn’t understand it anyway. You were paying for nothing. Even when things were really good, you didn’t want to sell your shares because things might get better. But if the stock drops than you’ve lost money. It was gambling in the worst sort of way.

But he picked it up and began flipping through the pages, looking for the movie listings. When he found them he looked through the ads to see if there was anything good. Which there wasn’t.

With a sigh, Steve put the paper down. He chewed on his nails for a moment or two. Then he snapped his fingers. He’ll call Dustin. See if the kids wanted to go to the arcade. He had money to burn, so why not let the kids go nuts for a couple of hours.

He looked at his watch and then winced. Oops! Maybe that would be better for tomorrow as it was way later than he thought. But he could call Eddie.

That brought an instant smile to face and he dashed back upstairs. He walked into the room just as the phone began ringing. His smile turned into a grin as he walked across the room. He picked up the phone and said, “Hello!”

“You sound happy, little Canary,” Eddie purred. “You have a good day?”

Steve laughed and kicked his feet. “Much better now that I’m talking to you. I sent off your surprise and it should get to you by the time you get to LA.”

“Aww, baby,” Eddie said. “I can’t wait.” He paused for a moment. “I wanted to apologize to you about Chrissy. She was fucking rude to you and I chewed her out for it.”

Steve blinked for a moment. What now? He was used to people being rude and dismissive to him. No one ever apologized for that. “You did?”

“Yeah, Stevie,” Eddie said sternly. “I did. She thought that this little arrangement of ours was going to be temporary, but when I told her I had paid for the room for six months, she was very upset. She told me I couldn’t just throw money around like that. That’s when I told her about my little presents for you. Then she really hit the fan.”

“Oh,” he murmured. “I don’t want to cause you trouble with your management, but I–I don’t have anywhere else to go. My dad is still out there trying to make my life difficult.” His bottom lip began to shake.

“But don’t worry a thing, pretty bird,” Eddie cooed. “I got her sorted out and now she understands how important this is for me and somehow my impassioned speech managed to sway my bandmates too. I don’t think they knew how bad things had gotten for you.”

“What–what did you tell them?” Steve asked softly, his voice beginning to break.

“Nothing that they didn’t already know,” Eddie soothed. “I just made it as dire as possible so that they got the message loud and clear.”

Steve’s shoulders sagged in relief. That–that he could handle. Because as much as he wanted to shrug this off and pretend he didn’t need or want help, the truth was that he did need Eddie’s help and if getting that help meant getting all of Corroded Coffin on board and their manager, too then that’s what Steve would have to accept that.

“I really appreciate this,” he murmured. “I knew my dad was going to make trouble. I just didn’t think he’d go this far. To make sure I didn’t have anything but my car and my clothes.”

“I know, little Canary,” Eddie said, “just put your trust in me and I’ll take care of you. Okay?”

“Okay, Eddie,” Steve breathed. “I owe you so much and I don’t know how I can pay you back.”

“You don’t owe me anything, I’m just happy to be able to help you.”

Steve let out a shuddering breath. He closed his eyes as tears began to well. He was just so overwhelmed from the kindness of a stranger that he was about to start bawling right there on the phone. A hiccuping sob escaped his lips and then it was like the floodgates had opened. He just sobbed and sobbed. No one had ever been this kind to him before.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie cooed. “I wish I could be there to hold you. So this will just have to do.” And then he started singing softly. It was gentle and slow and spoke of having a safe place to land.

Slowly his sobs slackened and he gave a final hiccup. “That was beautiful. Did you write it?”

“Sure did,” Eddie said proudly. “First song I ever wrote in fact. Wrote it the night the court awarded permanent custody of me to my Uncle Wayne. I knew from that moment on that my dad couldn’t come back and hurt me again.”

Steve rolled over onto his belly with a sigh. “That must have felt so good. Having someone you trusted to step up and take care of you.”

“He’s a good man,” Eddie agreed warmly. “And this is me paying that kindness forward to you, little Canary.”

Steve let out a small shuddering breath, letting the knot in his chest loosen. “So tell me about your concert tonight,” he said. “Where were you playing again?”

Eddie made a small huff of laughter. “We were in Texas tonight...”

Steve let Eddie’s warm voice wash over him.

“You feeling sleepy, my little Canary?” Eddie murmured after awhile.

He let out a little sleepy snuffle. “No.”

Eddie chuckled. “If you say so sweetheart.” And he continued to talk until the snuffles became a soft sonorous snore.

“Good night, Stevie.”

~

Steve woke up to the dial tone in his ear again. He moaned as he rolled over on his back and ran his fingers through his hair.

He needed to stop falling asleep to the musician’s voice. It was really becoming a problem. It always made him wake up hard as a fucking rock. He picked up the phone and put back in its cradle. He flopped back on the bed. He lifted the covered to glare at his aching erection.

He palmed his cock in an attempt to get it go to down. But instead it made it worse. He pushed down harder, but his own roughness made him moan. He could feel the outline of cock as it throbbed against his hip.

He hadn’t gone this long without at least rubbing himself off since he was a stupid freshman. He knew he should wait until he was in the shower, but the walk would be so fucking painful. Steve threw off the covers and then shoved the front of his shorts down to free his cock. He then slowly unbuttoned his sleep shirt. Rubbing his nipples and stroking his chest to get himself really riled up.

If he was going to this, he was going to wring out as pleasure out of this as he possibly could. He lifted his hips and slid the shorts off as slow as he could.

He brought his hands back up his legs, his thighs spreading as his palms cupped his cock. It was leaking at the tip and he dragged his thumb over his slit, smearing it across the glans. He moaned again. This time louder. That felt so good. He did it again, going the other direction. Slow and rough.

He imagined Eddie watching him. Directing his every move. How hard he should pull. How rough he should get.

The way he came hard and long was a testament to Eddie’s raw sexual power, and Steve’s vivid imagination. He grabbed a couple of tissues from the tissue box next to the bed and cleaned himself up the best he could.

Then he shucked off the top and waddled into the shower, tossing the tissues on his way.

~

It was a little bit before noon by the time Steve got to call Dustin.

“Steve!” Dustin greeted warmly. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“What are you dorks up to today?” he asked bluntly.

“I don’t know,” Dustin whined. “I don’t think we really have any plans. At least not together.”

“Call up the goon squad and find out,” Steve said. “And then call me back.”

Steve could feel the kid’s skepticism through the phoneline as he thought about it. “Yeah. Fine. I’ll call you back.”

Just before he hung up, Dustin bit out. “We call ourselves The Party, Steve. Not the goon squad.”

“You call yourselves the party Steve?” he murmured. “That’s so sweet of you–”

There was a click and a dial tone. Steve grinned at the receiver before putting it down on the cradle. He threw open his wardrobe and started shifting through his new clothes. He was going somewhere with a lot of kids and soda and greasy pizza, so nothing too fancy.

Not finding anything fit the bill, he went through his drawers. He decided on a nice pair of jeans and a dark blue tanktop with a black short sleeved button up over the top. He fixed his hair in the mirror and then pulled on his old sneakers. He didn’t want to get any of his new shoes sticky.

He had run his fingers through his hair one more time when the phone rang.

“Hello!” he greeted.

“Well, hello to you too little Canary,” the warm velvet voice sounded through phone. “You sound happy today.”

Steve’s gut felt like warm chocolate had pooled there. “Hi-ya, Eddie.”

“I was just calling to tell you that I’ll be out of rang cell phone wise and so you won’t be able to call me until I get to Arizona tomorrow.”

“Awww...” Steve huffed. “Way to make me sad.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Eddie purred. “I just wanted to make sure you knew, so that I didn’t think I was avoiding you.”

A soft smile tugged at his lips. “Thanks for that.”

“Have a good day, okay?” Eddie said.

“I’ll try!” Steve chirped back.

He barely hung up the phone before it rang again, his hand never leaving the receiver. “Hey.”

“Steve!” Dustin cried. “I tried to call you but your line was busy!”

Steve let out a long slow sigh. “Other people do call me, Dusty. Like the guy who’s paying for all this?”

Dustin huffed. “Well if you would just tell me who he is, maybe I would be more forgiving...”

“Ain’t gonna happen, Dusty,” Steve bit out. “I don’t want it getting back to my dad who it is. And before you tell me you’ll never tell. You’ll say something when you think no one is around and someone will hear you. Until my dad gives up his little Crusade, I ain’t tell you shit.”

“Come on, Steve...” Dustin begged.

“I was going to take everyone to the arcade today but if you’re going to keep hounding me about it, maybe I won’t.”

The line went silent.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” Dustin murmured. “I just want to make sure he’s a good guy and not taking advantage you.”

Steve let out a breath through his nostrils and closed his eyes tightly. “He isn’t even in Hawkins right now and I don’t know when he’ll be back, okay?” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Okay.”

Then he held the phone away from his ear.

Wait for it.

Wait…for…it.

“You want to take everyone to the arcade?!” Dustin screamed.

“Sure do, bud,” Steve said once it was safe to do so.

“I can’t wait to tell everyone!” Dustin screeched. “When? What time are you come over? Details please!”

Steve worked out all the details and sorted out rides. When they finally hang up, Steve positively beaming.

Eddie was paying forward the kindness his uncle gave to him to Steve. And Steve was paying it forward to his kids. And that left a warm feeling in his chest like nothing else could.

~

Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18

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[fortuneravine]

Tell me about each of your PMD teams!

OH BOY ok okok

starting off with team obsidian (explorers of sky)

Mistral is. complicated. for starters i have played as her in rescue team, explorers, And super because at the time they were kinda just. me. less of an oc and more just my self insert (i actually changed their name because her old name is. just my name now)

but lately i've wanted her to be her own character and not me in totodile form so i'm kinda in the process of redoing everything about them.

Cinder i can say more about! they are a disaster. an absolute mess. sopping wet kitten born in a cardboard box all alone. she's wanted to be an explorer since she was little, but being a huge coward kinda got in the way of that. they got that scar on their chest when they went into a dungeon alone and it scared them away from exploring for a long time. it wasn't until she met mistral that she started to get her confidence back and they're much calmer and less afraid of everything nowadays!

now rescue team. i played as mistral again in my first pmddx playthough along with a cubone partner but. i have kinda replaced them as my Main pmd1 team with these guys. oops.

campfire are much more developed characters anyways so im gonna talk about them!

fig (she/any) is very quiet, as are basically all of my heroes because my selectively mute ass keeps latching onto silent protagonists. she's definitely the one i've given the not talking trait to the most though. chive is extremely extroverted and chatty so she handles all the talking. others tend to see them as closed off or mysterious because they can't get a good read on her. they're really sweet though

chive's main gimmick is she likes cooking! will probably settle down and open a little cafe once she's done with the rescue team business. likes to experiment with random berries and nuts she finds (fig keeps joking she's going to poison herself, but she owns like 3 different foraging guides, she knows what she's doing.)

next is team hydra! their ref is old and i need to redo it so here's one of my heropartnerweek pieces badly cropped. their names are Ceru (she/xe) and Olivine (he/they)

it turns out i lied when i said all my heroes are quiet ceru is actually pretty outgoing. still the more introverted of the duo but mainly because olivine is a people pleaser extraordinaire. she actually had a pretty boring life as a human and is a lot happier as a pokemon. she was Devastated about returning to the human world, mostly because xe didn't want to leave xyr friends, partially because oh come on it's so much cooler here i don't wanna go back to working retail

olivine, as i said, is a people pleaser, often to his detriment. he's always prioritizing other pokemon's happiness, even when it's at the cost of his own. they get better at this over time (ceru helps him a lot with learning to say No). he and ceru are inseparable besties. they're like a comedy duo. 2 things have olivine's undying commitment, his friends and The Bit

finally. super. again i already talked about mistral so here is Basil.

honestly? i feel like they don't have much of my own spin. pmsd partner is already a perfect character. they are so full of love. they love making others smile and they're maybe a little too enthusiastic about it. they tend to come off as overly friendly at best or annoying at worst. before meeting mistral they were pretty lonely despite trying so hard to make friends. they're very happy to finally have a real close friend who likes them how they are

this ended up a little rambly!! oops!! but there's my guys hope you like em :)

[thewinterraven]

Kirby OC Maker

I thought i'll just make a little canvas with different looks for puffballs for when and If i need to make something OC ish in a comic and realised that oop maybe i went a bit nuts

I'm thinking of putting the file available to download as a .psd

You'd need a programme that can handle layers and don't ask me about any FAQs etc idk

but would anyone like it, i'm still adding to it - it's nothing crazy or anything - Just thought maybe someone may want to mess around with it like the examples above to help with designing OCs

Fair warning there's no armour/clothing etc

All you need to do with the file is pick which characteristics you like in each folder, delete the ones you don't, and colour the lines (or lock the base layer and colour straight over the top)

You can do what you like with who you end up with so long as you add your own touches etc to make them more unique in case more than one person likes the same attributes

[importantdestinydefendor]

AU brainrot update! (This has been sitting for a while now oops)

Now onto AU thoughts to celebrate the newest ArSen chapter coming out! I actually had to put the phone down and stop reading due to my brain coming up with new scenes and ideas lol.

So Azar is defenitly with Team Arslan after the encounter with Zahhak (she jumps in after they have gathered around Rukhnabad and threw a light rune at him to blind him)

(I am going off of chapter 128 for a moment)

She defenitly will tease Gieve for speaking badly about Kaykusrawh and causing the earthtremor lol

but when the others make their vows of loyalty she tells Arslan that what she has to do (fighting her aunt Farah) keeps her from joing him

Daryun reminds her of their promise in Gilan and Azar makes a deal with Arslan that she will return to visit Arslans court

Azar meets back up with the Maaren army and they station themselves around the tower and on the castle wall

So now we're in chapter 129 and Team Hilmes have been confronted by Team Arslan

another - smaller- army has infiltrated via the sewers (they are neither Andragoras army nor left-behind Lusitanians)

Farzin and his army watch Hilmes struggle to keep his composure with slight pitty

Azar keeps an eye on the busted door

When Zandeh wants to fight Daryun, Chabik (Daryun's dad. Yes, Team Arslan know this by then)  intervenes, not wanting to see his son fight to death (the dead had been called so that they could watch from the shadows more)

(and also Chabik is in normal parsian soldier armor and nobody relises who he is)

but gets recalled by Eldar so that he doesn't do anything stupid

(chapter goes as we see)

then the mysterious army comes in and it is Farah (Azars evil aunt, for those who can't remeber her)

the Maaren army goes into action with Chabik, Mehrin (Azar's mother) and Azar at the front

they mow down a lot of enemies but get stopped as Irsia (Daryun's mom, she is there... because of reasons) is being held hostage by Farah and Farah threatens Chabik with killing Irsia (tough luck with that, moron, she's already dead) and Daryun

Chabik goes nuts and rampages through Farahs army

they try to stop him but that makes it worse

(he gets exposed here aka his helmet flies off - the DRAMA)

Farah has no other choice but to retreat but in a last ditch effort to get the favor back into her court, she kidnaps Azar, Gieve and Alfarid (still unsure about the characters besides Azar)

now complitally impaled by weapons and being unable to prevent the kidnapping, Chabik collapses bloody all over

Irsia tries to calm him down but Mehrin is the one who does it with a slap (bc that is how you help your friends!)

Farzin asks Saam for help to help him find his (by Saam presumed dead) child

Team Arslan + Saam go to Maar!

And that is how far my mind went for the transition from semi-canon to full on fanon for my AU! As you can see, the ending is a little rough and very unstable as I now have catched up to the manga for planning and I have to go by the chapter and change a few things here and there. But this should be roughly how we get to Maar (and Azar backstory whohoooooooo! Finally, the actual reason/scene I started this AU in the first place!)

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Imagine in Snipe's little cowgirl: During the provincial license exam, Inasa and Izuku meet again, and Inasa pulls a d***k move and says that he was willing to take her back if she apologizes and sees that her dreams are fruitless. Cue to a very pissed off class 1-A Shoto being tempted to freeze Inasa and Aizawa having to hold back Izuku so that she doesn't try to shoot Inasa in the nuts.

Bonus: When Snipe learns what happens, it takes the whole staff to hold him back so that he doesn't kill a kid and gets sent to Tartarus.

That’s freaking Canon except Aizawa straight up goes ‘oops’ and let’s her get a kick in.

Though as well I think Inasa would be like ‘hey so I was wrong, wanna date again? You can end up a sidekick at my agency until we have kids’. He’d still get jumped.

He then gets his ass kicked by Izuku during the exam so bad he doesn’t get to do the lessons cause Gang Orca overheard everything and went: this kid needs therapy to get over his issues.

[cryptid-killjoy]

Funkytown Valentine's Day

It was mid day and there was still no sign of Willem. It wasn't like everyone reported their every second's whereabout's to one another, but it was starting to seem off even for the pirate to just go missing without so much of a text or even a word to at least Nelly. She usually had a hint to his whereabouts.

It wasn't like anyone was worried or anything. Nelly just didn't like it when he went off adventuring without her, so the jealousies were starting to rise as the day went along.

She knew there was some knew dresses for some of the attic dolls and a new set of eyes with a carefully drawn purple heart on one side of each to give a little anime effect for V-day for his eye changing life size gal. He figured she can never have too many pair. He had a set of Betty Boop cards for Hansel since she suddenly was trending again. It seemed everyone was choosing nostalgia and going back to their roots for gifts this year for a little old school back to the beginning feel. He'd gotten Figaro some cheesy stuff from a Dollar Store. All the good stuff. He loaded up a basket of any old V-day candy and little cheap toys he pillaged and fit into a basket. He had tons of those school age Valentines kids give each other. He was going to pass them out around all of Funkytown to every single doll so not a one would feel left out. However, he got side tracked. This was all in a pile in his room ready to be given out. That's what started to worry Nelly even more as the day went on.

Where was he? Surely he didn't end up ditching them for that fairy from Pixie Hollow? He wouldn't? Would he?

Then suddenly there he was. Dr. Frankenstein was being led in by Door Clown and he was helping Willem in. Yes, helping as if he was having trouble walking. What in the world?

"I'm sorry guys." Willem would begin. "I don't know how I got talked into doing this today."

"I do." Victor answered. "I propositioned you."

"Oh my." Nelly's eyes went big. "I don't want the details."

Zero came following in next from behind, "Um, I do."

Willem looked mortified, "NO! That isn't what he meant. That's not what it sounded like. He means he proposed a deal. A deal for free. I got my surgery for free if I agreed to let him have a few minor other fae hybrid samples."

Nelly's face looked mortified this time. "Samples? Ew."

Willem's voice went shrill and louder, "THAT isn't what I meant either. Just... oh my god. I got it free if I did it today. I got it done either way. Sorry guys. But, I'm sitting here with ice on my nuts for the rest of the day. Smalls! Smalls. I don't mean to ruin any plans you had for today but could you please? Please just get me some ice?"

Victor helped him down onto the couch and sat his after care instructions on the table next to him.

"Thank you for your donation." Dr. Frankenstein looked way too pleased with himself and Zero wasn't sure what to think. He was like, "Uh, we're just gonna... uh go now. Leave you to your after care."

"Thanks Zero." Then Willem remembered his pile of school cards and tiny gifts upstairs. "Nelly, fly up and get Zero his card before he leaves. Smalls You may have to help me play mailman today. I didn't plan on this. I got sucked in. Oops."

[digitalcactusblog]

shaoyuan my best boy i love him i want to see him SUFFER

he's definitely not my Most most dnd pc (opal has GOTTA take the cake there) but my GOD he's is definitely Most in his own way

he's a high level wizard (lapsed) he's the BEST OLDER SIBLING YOU CAN HAVE* (*some terms and conditions may apply) he has an EMOTIONAL SUPPORT ROCK (pebble with eyes he drew on; its name is Geoff [short for "googley-eyed fucker"]) he's SLEEPING WITH THE PRIME MINISTER (prime minister equivalent in the world) (yes said prime minister is married) he's even DEPRESSED

okay jokes aside i fucking love him. i want to eat him. i want to turn him into a gumball and gnaw on him. i want to shred this motherfucker into a fire and see what happens. more under the cut because this got WAY more long than i expected it to KSJFDH

mechanically, he's level 4 rogue (subclass pending) / 2 warlock (undying subclass). by subclass pending, i mean that i picked one for him, but quickly realized i didn't like that rogue subclass very much, and now i'm going to see if i can find one that's a little less underwhelming and thematically appropriate

he used to be an extremely high level wizard (subclass also pending, but it's not super relevant now, so i'll do it laaaaater), because he was essentially the in-universe equivalent of a career tribute from the hunger games (AKA trained from birth to win Dogfights For Children). unfortunately, these Dogfights For Children were for specific children, AKA his family and some other families.

second unfortunately: he has an identical twin sibling.

third unfortunately: shaoyuan is a fucking tryhard.

a sane man and sibling would hear "you need to murder your twin, repeatedly and brutally, for the good of the family and its social status" and go, what the fuck??? no!!!

shaoyuan is not a sane man nor sibling. he goes hard and never home. he's either giving 100% or he's fucking dead. if you give him a target to aim for, the rest of the world will cease to exist, as far as he's concerned.

shaoyuan turned himself into an avatar of fear and terror, and tortured his fellow-aged peers (twin included) just so that he would have the psychological edge in all these Dogfights For Children.

his preferred method of destruction? acid. to quote one math you mercer, "only the most fucked up of assassin's kill their targets with acid!"

i agree, mr. mercer. that's why i made him do it 😊

anyway, the Dogfights For Children start at age 11 and end at age 18, and by the time he reaches the end, he's figured out, "oops, i'm kind of an awful person!" especially because that doesn't stop him from still going fucking hard and melting people to death that last time (even if the fear in his twin's eyes has haunted him for years now).

and then he goes home, sets his spellbook on fire, gets an accountant accreditation and bounces so that he can avoid his twin and also all his own psychological trauma forever thank youuuu

the world is post-apocalyptic, so you have bastions of society in major cities, then outposts leading from one to another for semi-safe travel purposes, but generally speaking, leaving the cities is a Bad Idea for most people. shaoyuan quickly becomes very good at stabbing (rogue) in order to not get killed by the post-apocalyptic monsters.

as far as society is concerned, he was like, an up-and-coming young wizard with a lot of talent and potential, and then he just fucking... washed out! he just fucking flopped! he's some mediocre accountant that makes the stupid decision of making his career depending on wandering out into Apocalypse Central! all his coworkers thinks he's nuts and/or gonna come back in a body bag (if at all!!!!)

meanwhile, his twin (shaoquan with a q) is doing pretty good 😊they went to college, then law school, and is now a full-on lawyer! they've also gone to fucking therapy like a reasonable person and is working on... you know, all the terrible things that's happened to them, as opposed to repressing it, and is doing pretty decent now in all respects.

meanwhile, shaoyuan is going on his tenth year of being the gold medal champion for the Trauma Repression Olympics TM, and recently just almost drowned in a river. this is significant, because the drowning was successful. he just didn't die, because a god fished him out.

this god is also his great great great (x a lot) grandfather.

yes, this is news to him too.

it turns out there's a whole lot of shit going on in the divine side of the world that he previously wasn't privy to, and now he is. because he almost died. and while he was busy almost dying, a spiritual manifestation of regret merged with him while on the boundaries of life and death, and now all his regrets are Literally haunting him, and have given him a turbo trauma chicken Second Forme (also known as the undying warlock's Form of Dread) (thank you trigun fandom for that phrasing. i'll never forget it.)

oh ym god shaoyuan is like a traumatized washed-up danny phantom.

anyways, his great (x many) grandfather tells him he should try and get unfused with this shade. which, considering shaoyuan's coping skills start and end with "conceal don't feel" is not going. great

ALL THIS WORDS AND I HAVEN'T EVEN MENTIONED THE THING THAT KEEPS HIM GOING EVERY DAY

[insert "do it for her" meme]

so, shaoyuan has two older sisters he doesn't really talk to (also twins). he also has a twin sibling he definitely doesn't really talk to.

most importantly, he has two very, very baby siblings (also twins) that he dotes on, that he would do anything for. and it haunts him, because he knows exactly what "anything" means for him. it means anything. that k.a. applegate about the definition of ruthlessness? yeah. he doesn't let himself have true goals anymore, because he knows that if he lets himself slip, he has no compunctions about doing heinous shit, as long as it brings him that much closer to achieving his goals.

however. his baby siblings, nianxiu and nianping, the babies of the family (they're like 17-18 years younger than him), are on track to be shoved into the Baby Dogfights blender, once they hit age 11.

and he's not going to let that happen. that's the sole thing keeping him tethered to this plane of existence, basically. "i won't let that happen to them." it keeps him going, and he's been using his connections between cities to arrange things to get them out safely, before their turn at Baby Dogfights can happen

and i cannot fucking wait, because shaoyuan is going to go full "caleb at the vergesson, crunching guards into naught but flesh and mush with gravity magic" in order to get them out

i just love me a character who seems one way on the outside (tired, depressed, washed-out once-prodigy, spineless babysitter) turns out to be infinitely More on the inside AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

i'm posting this before tumblr can eat the draft. more to come FOR FUCKIN SURE

[talokanda-forever]

C2E2 - Part One

Friday:

Fortunately, I don't live terribly far from Chicago (about a 5-hour drive). Sis and I drove in on Friday afternoon so we could get settled and figure out where we needed to be the following day. We did a bit of people watching and ended the evening with Coronas and (a bit too much) tequila.

Saturday Morning Photo-Op:

This was going to be our first contact with Tenoch so our nerves were on edge and a modest amount of tequila was consumed to keep them in check (it helped). We went to the show floor and initially got in a line that wasn't for the photos. When we get to the area that was for photos, it is chaos. They scheduled the photo-ops for Tenoch and Chris Evans at the same time. YIKES! Plus it was difficult to hear them announce the groups and where we were to line up. Things were running behind, but it strangely helped to calm our nerves--along with the tequila. 😉

Once the line starts moving it goes at a good pace. They have curtains set up in a way that you can't see anything until you're right at the entry to the photo area. Sis and I walk in and Tenoch has a huge smile and waves us in while he says, "come on in." It's a warm and inviting tone, like he's welcoming you to a party he's hosting. I say, "Hola," and he responds the same. I stand to Tenoch's right and my sister stands on his left. He wraps his arms around our shoulders and we each wrap an arm around his waist. My sister asks him, "What did you have for breakfast, eggs?" Because my sis is a nut. 🤣 He said, "Yes, eggs." The moment is over in a flash--pun intended--but no less precious. In typical Tenoch fashion, he makes a huge impact with very little time. I have NO idea where I am and try to exit the wrong way. Tenoch says, "Oop, this way," and points me in the right direction. 🤦🏽‍♀️😂 I consider it a win since at least I didn't fall flat on my face.

NEXT: Part Two - Saturday Afternoon Autograph Signing

[rivalsforlife]

Kay and Tracy being Christmas FIENDS, like full on blasting Mariah Carey the moment the clock hits midnight post Thanksgiving. They both have always loved the holidays (maybe as a form of escapism for 2 lonely girls who have wanted a loving family for so long and made do with what they had) and the first year (Christmas #1) they are in their lawyer’s lives they were all to busy putting out fires* to properly celebrate or notice anything odd around the holidays in regards to each other

*(literally in Nick and Trucy’s case, girl was trying some advanced fire based tricks and oops, so they had Christmas at Kurain Village and it’s lovely if not the traditional Christmas Trucy wanted. Edgeworth got caught up in a marathon case that ended up chaining into a 3 week slog, crossing so many continents and time zones he ends up in locations that don’t really celebrate Christmas and he’s so lost in the investigation sauce he doesn’t even notice the date until (unless it’s clue based) like January 4th and he’s so tired he crashes in some hotel in Morocco for 4 days. Kay got sent back to Germany to stay with Fran after week one seemingly wrapped up and had to hunt Edgeworth down to help him in the last 4 day of week 3 and went sight seeing while Edgworth slept and lived off of room service at a 4 star hotel in Chefchaouen)

But this year! Christmas #2! Edgeworth and Nick are talking again! Trucy and Kay have meet and are basically sisters at this point! (Nick and Miles may or may not be dating yet??). Anyway, this year there’s going to be so much festive cheer and celebration and togetherness and it’s going to be awesome!!!!

And then Nick has to be like, ahhh girls maybe don’t include Edgeworth in your plans for…reasons? I don’t mind a crazy Christmas, go nuts decorating the office/apartment, but ummmm…yeah.

(Or worse, the girls kept their extensive holiday plans a secret to surprise Nick and Edgeworth and so they get their hopes up WAY high and have so many expectations that involve Edgeworth and uh oh)

In anycase, either they learn about the why, or they don’t because Edgeworth isn’t up for it at this point. Do you think:

They have a good, if less full Christmas that year while giving Edgeworth space

They have a quiet Christmas that does it’s best to accommodate Edgeworth

They have essentially trapped Phoenix and Edgeworth somewhere to celebrate Christmas (think remote cabin for some daft reason) and now they’re all stuck and it’s not going well and they have to confront lots of emotions…

Oops Edgeworth heard about their plans and doesn’t want to disappoint them and tries to force it, and the fallout of when he just can’t anymore taking up the rest of the season

CRAZY CHRISTMAS full of so many called in favours from both Phoenix and Edgeworth that involve magic and circuses and “fine” dining and cop car rides. And everyone is around all the time like Maya and Gumshoe and Larry, all except Edgeworth who is doing his best to rest and heal at home, who called in the favours but won’t partake and it’s for the best. And maybe after all the madness they have quiet 1 on 1 visits until Edgeworth works his way up to having a nice, sedate family night and dinner with no holiday trappings but all the famil he needs? (Maybe this will be Christmas #3 or 4 with them haha)

Unfortunately the first thing I was thinking of is that Trucy's second Christmas with Phoenix would be. um. 2020. so probably nothing asdgffdsfgh

BUT in a perfect world where the pandemic did not happen. Kay is at least a little bit aware of Edgeworth's Trauma, though maybe not likely to directly connect Christmas to it, but I feel like Trucy has so much emotional awareness that as soon as she would start bringing up Christmas around Edgeworth, and he was uncomfortable with it, she would immediately be able to clock that. I don't think Edgeworth is good enough at disguising his emotions to be able to get around most people, much less Trucy with her incredible perception skills. So I think for anything to happen they would have to not bring up Christmas around Edgeworth at all until their plans are in place.

Honestly I'm probably biased because I'm not big on celebrating holidays myself, but I think they'd settle with something more around 1 or 2 of your options. I think Edgeworth's trauma is less Christmas-centric and more Christmas being the big warning sign heralding the beginning of misery about DL-6 which lasts until the end of the year, so he could probably handle Christmas better than the 28th. I also think he does not like processing his trauma around other people, but over the years would be able to work his way up to small gatherings with the people he cares about to take his mind off of it, though I'm not sure he'd be there right away by year 2.