#or a Super Powerful Force Baby Does Strange Things thing

[evilminji]

You know? I kinda wonder...

In a Self Insert type scenario, in Star Wars?

They would be MUCH more open to listening to "buddy, a storm's comin'" type warnings. Their Cannon knowledge, even if spotty, would probably echo with the Force and draw its attention to them somewhat. Because they KNOW.

KNOW what is going to happen. Not guess. Not assume. KNOW. Like the Force does. And that? Coupled with their inherent strangeness? Would make them the oddly colored duck of the flock, as it were. Not Super Important... buuuut? Easy to spot.

One of the Force's Blorbos.

Just cause, really. Cause they look funny. The Force doesn't even have a plan for um! But they turned up, ate the Force's food, and look at their wittle faaaace~☆! So it's keeping them. You know... assuming they survive.

Which?

Brings me to my point?

Since they LISTEN? The Force probably chatters like a mofo. Since a Self Insert would be anxious and constantly ASKING for wisdom. For help. A friend. Guidance of any kind. The Force would be draped around them like a particularly pleased with itself shoulder cat. A hovering backseat driver.

Because you DO keep asking, after all.

It's like muscle memory. Building strength. Not... not GREAT, in all actuality? Because Self Insert is avoiding making their OWN choices, probably out of fear? But on the OTHER hand? Both of them KNOW that there is literally a Sith Master like... less then 5 minutes away from where they live. Constantly.

And they are a Youngling.

So???

At What Point?? Does the Force? Engage "Fuck it, we take our baby and run" protocols?

Just? FULL ON "you stop midway through making your dinner, turn off the soup, pick up your kids, leave the house, and NEVER LOOK BACK". Because? Yes. The Jedi KNIGHTS and MASTERS may have vows to try and protect the people of the Republic?

BUT THE YOUNGLINGS DO NOT.

They, in fact, need to be PROTECTED.

And if the Force itself? Says "if you stay here, they WILL die."? You gotta go. Hopefully? You have enough warning to like... pack a ship. But, ya might NOT. Might just be "aaaand, everybody put down your pads! Suprise field trip to Anywhere Else! IMMEDIATELY. Single file, younglings. No running!" Like?

What would you do?

I kinda wanna see it.

Just this somber, vaguely haunted, crechling walking up to import figures like Madam Nu and Yoda going "if I tell you The Force told me we have to take the younglings, ALL OF THEM, and any history we think is worth preserving, and LEAVE... would you listen? Or would you let us die here?" With their tiny lil face and to serious expression.

Like a prophet of Doom.

And WHERE? Exactly? Are they supposed to go? Oh, simple. They are to Trust In The Force. And let it guide them. Out IN THE UNKNOWN REGIONS of wild space! Because THATS fine! Is this a joke?

No.

No the youngling is dead serious. Terrifyingly serious. Has been studying how to pilot a shop like they will have to do so THEMSELF. Asking questions that paint a concerning portrait of a child that fully intends to take their peers on this journey, with or without them.

And the Force? The Force says they MUST. That it is impossibly important they DO.

WELL THEN....

Do they... TELL anybody?

No. Not a single soul. Specifically, not a single soul In The Senate. Ah. Concerning! Guess we're? "Losing" a ship in the war? Oh dear. Such casualties. All those lives. Oh noooooo, and such and so forth. UNRELATED note! It's been FAR too long since this temple was cleaned! Unacceptable. You, random clones definitely not assigned to that ship we definitely just lost! Help us... clean!

Just?

The power of "fuck it, we took our ball and went home/left"? Should be USED more in fics. The Force TOTALLY knows where some sweet, sweet habitable planets are. You'll NEVER fuckin find them if they don't want you too! An entire temple of Jedi asking for the SAME thing? Versus a crusty lil shit?

They asked first. And nicely!

With THIS, balance is maintained. Not through FORCE. But through walking away for a bit. Allowing OTHERS to decide if this is what THEY want for themselves. Order 66 may or may not still happen? But? At most? All you would kill is the current fighting adults. Not the teachers. Not the elders. And CERTAINLY not the young.

They? Are far away. Where the Force is still clear and the light is strong. Growing up. Reflecting on what went wrong. Farming. Building a new temple with the Clones. You know, the ones who didn't have their comms. Never GOT that dreaded order. Get to live free men on a peaceful planet.

Cause historically? You send your kids AWAY from active wars zones. Places that are priority targets for your enemies. And if the Force itself is saying "move the babies"? Welp! Guess you gotta move um, don't ya? It's scary. Uncertain.

But it is an act of faith.

And I just? Wanna see Sith's plans just COMPLETELY fuckin implode? Because they could not plan for Faith. For Trust and Community and Hope. All the things they believe so trite. So worthless. The very things that would lead grown adults, POWERFUL PEOPLE, to actually? LISTEN to a mere youngling. Then follow their lead.

It would be?

Inconceivable to them.

@legitimatesatanspawn @babbling-babull @hypewinter @babbling-babull @hdgnj @starwarsblr @starwars

[starbluekindo]

mama's girl

synopsis: a mother always does everything to protect her child

cw: victoria neuman × wife!reader, s3e4, a little angst, reader is cited as a super, zoe neuman is just a baby :(

a/n: not reviewed

it's all for zoe's safety

that's what you repeated to yourself while victoria took the injection with compound v, making your heart squeeze. you knew what kind of situation you were condemning your daughter to, but you had no choice.

it's all for zoe's safety

your parents didn't give you a choice when you were born, they didn't give victoria the power to choose and now you were doing the same to your daughter, but it was all for her safety... why did it have to be so difficult?

“i’m scared” that destroyed you

“i know” victoria wrapped her hands around zoe's protectively, her eyes were teary as she looked at zoe. you knew she was trying to stay strong “they did the same thing to me when i was little…” she looked at you and zoe did the same “and to your mom too”

you wanted to be as strong as victoria was being at that moment, you wanted to convey the same confidence that your wife was at the moment, but you didn't have the balls for it.

“we need to do this, okay?” you said as you approached zoe, kneeling in front of her and bringing your hand to her face, caressing gently as you always did “because this will make you very strong and safe... i promise my sweet girl, nothing and no one will hurt you after today”

zoe was scared, you knew that because you could feel the emotions of the people around you and it was exhausting. you mentally begged her not to gain any power that tortured her like yours did to you.

“alright, let’s do this, okay?” victoria forced a smile and zoe just obeyed, following her mother's instructions. you looked at your wife and saw the hesitation in her eyes, the tears that were struggling to come out. she looked at you as if seeking approval and you just looked down at the floor, shaking your head and leaving the room.

you felt an unbearable pain as you heard zoe's screams, her cries making you cry. you allowed yourself to feel that pain, torturing yourself for what you had done to zoe, your head hurting as much as your heart.

your body slid to the floor and you hugged your knees, crying like the scared little child you always were. you raised your head and went towards your daughter, placing your hands on her back and concentrating on conveying all the positive emotions possible, transferring all that pain to yourself while zoe's crying gradually calmed down.

you condemned yourself for inflicting so much pain on your daughter, your little girl.

victoria managed to get zoe to sleep while you returned to the room, your eyes burning from the amount of tears you had shed. you crawled under the covers and curled up on the bed, crying softly from the guilt that consumed you, but also from the strange relief of knowing that zoe would now be safe.

"baby?" victoria called you making you get out from under the covers, looking at her with reddened eyes “it was necessary…” she whispered as she lay down behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist to pull you close “she’s safe now... everything goes be fine, i promise. i will protect our family”

victoria whispered and left a kiss on the top of your head, you felt the fear and determination inside her, her confidence and insecurity mixing leaving a bitter taste in your mouth, but it was okay, everything would be okay.

it was all for zoe's safety.

[fandomnsfw]

Changes  Epilogue - Scott McCall x Reader

Paring: Scott x Reader

Prompt: Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur 

Warning: Labor and stuff... 

And a BIG thank you to my Beta who did this even though she wasn’t feel well! @lets-imagine-fanfics

Last Chapter! I hope youuuu enjoy!!

Pictures for this ending!

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It’s been months since you and Scott had complete the bond. Working out how it worked had been a task but you’d finally managed, with the help of Deaton to find out all the perks and downsides. You were currently sat in the school cafeteria with the pack.

The perks of being true mate are, you can speak to each other through thoughts, however, it does require concentration. Another perk is you can channel Scott’s True Alpha power if you need to, though you had only done it once and that was because Liam and Jackson had been fighting and bitching while everyone was trying to train and you’d had just about enough.  

Your eyes had changed colour after the bonding, which you found strange. Once you’d ask Deaton, he’d explained that an Alpha’s mate also known as a Luna, should have similar eyes to omega's except the blue is a lot darker. However, as a true mate, the most submissive wolf of the two gains the ability to channel the stronger wolfs power there for mixing the eye colours together.  

So the result was pinky-purple eyes. Personally, you found it weird but Scott always went on to say that you had unique eyes and that they were beautiful. Derek actually agreed, apparently, he thought to have eyes like yours meant you were special and being special was never a bad thing.  

Your bond with the pack had grown through the past few months. The younger teens of the group now came to you for help or advice despite the fact that you are actually the newest wolf of the group.  

“Liam, get your ass of your brother before I decide you're not too god damn old for time out!” You snapped as you sat down with your glass of orange juice.  

“Sorry, mom!” Liam answered back cheekily, knowing it pissed you off.  

Melissa strolled into the room with a coffee and her work clothes on. She and Scott had recently been talking about moving into the Hale house permanently mainly because bills were too much and Scott wanted his mom not the work so much.

She sat next to you and held out her cup for you. You took it with a grateful smile but as the scent of the coffee hit your nose full force you began gagging. Melissa and Scott frowned as she followed you to the bathroom. She held back your hair as you threw up everything from this morning.

“Honey, are you okay?” She asked softly, stroking your face as you sat up with tears in your eyes.  

“This is the second time this week…” You muttered fearfully the only thought crossing your mind is that you caught some sort of fucked up werewolf disease.

“Y/N! BABY! YOU OKAY? I CAN FEEL YOUR PAIN AND SADNESS!” Scott screamed as he skidded down the hall before backtracking to see you sat there next to the toilet.

“Again?” He asked with concern lacing his voice.  

You shot him a nod as Melissa muttered to wait here before running downstairs. Scott bent down to hold you tightly against his chest as he muttered words of comfort. Melissa ran downstairs to see Chris and Derek were the only ones in sight.  

“You two!” She yelled as she pointed at them both. They looked up in shock before nodding and the same time.

“Go to the store and get loads of pregnancy tests!” She demanded with wide eyes.  

“Melissa don’t tell me yo-”

“Christopher Argent I went through menopause two years ago. Your sperm ain’t that magical.” Melissa sassed, cocking her hip to one side.

“So who?” Derek asked with amusement in his tone.  

“Chris doesn’t have super sperm but turns out my son might! GOOOOO I WANNA KNOW IF I’M GONNA BE A GRANDMA!” She yelled impatiently. Chris and Derek’s eyes widened as they took in what you said before they started scrambling about like getting that test was now their only goal in life.  

“Why is Der spazzing out like he switched places with me?” Stiles asked as he came into the room with Peter.  

“I think Y/N's pregnant.” Melissa puttered before telling them to keep it quiet.  

“OH MY GOD! YES!” Stiles screamed before glancing at Peter. He held out his fist and unexpectedly, Peter gave him a fist bump.

Five minutes later Chris and Derek ran in sweating and panting with two carrier bags. Melissa grabbed a plastic cup from the kitchen before making her way upstairs. She hid the tests in her room before taking the cup the bathroom.

“Sweetie, can you pee in this cup, please? I know it’s gross but I need to run a few tests and this is the easiest way.” You gave her a nod before she and Scott left leaving you to do what she asked. After you’d done she took the sample and walked to her room leaving you and Scott to worry.

Melissa dipped about 20 pregnancy tests in the sample before putting the lids on the end and waiting. She turned her back not wanting to watch but all the same wanting to watch every second. After she looked at her watch for what seemed to be the millionth time she finally deemed it time. She spun around and stared down processing what she was seeing.

There laid 20 pregnancy test and every single one was positive. Melissa tried to contain her excitement as she ran to yours and Scott’s bedroom you now shared. She was panting and had a giant smile on her face as she reached the door.  

“There is nothing wrong. You’re perfectly healthy just like a werewolf should be.” She said as she took a breath to calm down.  

“So why do I keep throwing up?” You asked with a frown.

“It’s nothing bad just you might wanna start eating a little more and coming to see me for check-ups.” Melissa gave you a small smile but her response made you worry even more. If nothing was wrong why would you need to go for check-ups? That’s when it clicked.  

Nothing wrong = This is good news

Eat more = Eating for two

Check-ups = Ultrasounds

“OH. MY. GOD. SCOTT MCCALL, YOU ARE DEAD!” You screamed as you launched at him with glowing pink eyes.  

“WHAT WHY!?” He screamed as he ran out the bedroom with you running after him.

“YOU AND YOUR DICK ARE DEAD!” You screamed as he ran downstairs in the living area where Peter, Derek, Stiles and Chris were sat.  

“WHAT THE HELL DID MY DICK DO!?” He squealed as you tried to hop over the couch to get to him but missed him by a hair.

“Y/N! Be careful!” Melissa scolded causing you to stop and realise, this wasn’t just your body anymore it was a shield that was protecting another life so you had to treat it differently.  

“Why am I being chased?!” Scott panted as he looked at his mom and mate.  

“I’m pregnant, dumbass.” You muttered a blush working its way to your face. Unlike how you imagined this moment to go later in life it was different. You didn’t have time to think about the usual stuff. Would Scott leave you? Would he make you abort? Does he even want kids? because as soon as you said it Scott picked you up with a giant smile.  

“Really?!” He asked as he stared into your wide eyes.

“Y-Yes at least that’s what I figured Melissa meant.” You glanced at her with wide eyes before she gave you a nod.

“Oh my god! I’m gonna be a Dad!” Scott chuckled his face lighting up like you’d never seen.  

“I thought it was the Moms who glowed during pregnancy, not the Dads?” You snorted before glancing at Melissa.

“No actually the Dads are glowing and the Moms always look like zombies. The back pain, the boob pain, the feet swelling, the throwing up, the eating of weird shit. You name it.” Melissa shot you a sinister grin and suddenly you felt the urge to kill your baby daddy.  

After 20 seconds you had Scott on the floor standing on his chest with one foot. When the front door opened you glanced over to see the Sheriff and shot him a sarcastic smile to let him know you were pissed.  

“Why is Scott being punished?” The Sheriff snorted as he stood and glanced down at Scott who sent him a wave.  

“I dunno should I tell him Scott? He is basically my Dad after all!” You growled as you applied for pressure to Scott’s chest earning a wince from him.

“Tell me what?” The Sheriff muttered with a glare quickly making it way to his face as he glanced at Scott.

“Papa if you’d be so kind as to hand me your gun first before I tell you that would be great.” You asked sweetly but he immediately passed his gun to you.  

“I’m pregnant.” Was all you said, before stepping away from Scott, with a smile on your face.

“I’m gonna be a grandad?” You gaped at the man who you classed as your father confused to why he wasn’t killing Scott.

“OH MY GOD! AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO IS HAVING A HARD TIME ACCEPTING THIS?!” You screamed before storming up the stairs, placing your ‘Dads’ gun on the table near the front door before you went.

You stormed into Lydia’s room without knocking which resulted in a naked Aiden falling off the bed and a naked Lydia sighing. They both looked at you and kept their mouths closed before they began getting dress.  

“Honey, what happened?!” Lydia asked as she sat on the bed waving at you to come over. You glanced up at her from the door, tears streaming as you finally spoke up.

“I’m pregnant.” Aiden gasped whereas Lydia opened her arms and you ran into them.  

She held you as you cried never saying congrats or this is good news. She just held you and right now that is what you needed. Aiden moved to close the door before sitting back down and stroking your back.  

“I know its scary baby girl but listen to me when I say this.” She pulled you away and cupped your cheeks.  

“You will be a great mother.” That was the only thing you needed before you broke down completely.  

“You are not like your mother. You are kind and you’re fearless and above all else, you always protect your family. I know you’re scared and I know you want to run baby but right now I need you to think about your child. I know you’re 18 and haven’t even finished high school yet but I also know if anyone can do this…it’s you.” She whispered into your hair as you clung to the other girl. Suddenly Aiden shocked you into sitting up by speaking.

“This child will never go unloved or want for anything. We’re your family and we’re here to help you. No matter what Y/N.” You and Aiden always took the piss out of each other and teased one another but you had a bond that not many others could ever understand. He stared into your eyes, letting you know he was sincere and you gave him a small smile that screamed thank you.  

“I think you should go and talk to Scott.” Lydia stated as she looked at you with a smile. You gave her a nod before drying your eyes and making your way downstairs to find Scott.  

You found him sat in the living room with the other as his teeth worried as his bottom. He looked up before rushing over to you and hugging you so tightly. In that moment you knew you could do this because your family would never leave you and would always believe in you.  

….

“Lydia, I really don’t think we need a designer pram…” You muttered as you strolled through the shops with Derek, Lydia, Peter and Stiles.  

“Maybe, but it’s the first pack baby and if we need to we can put it in the attic for when another pack member has a baby.” Lydia argued as she glanced at Derek.  

“I hate to say it but I actually agree with Lydia.” Derek grunted as he glanced around the prams. You looked around and spotted a pure white pram that stood out to you. You strolled over to it but as you tried to check the price tag Peter grab your wrist and nodded to the Derek. Derek turned to the sales-person with a smile and handing over his card.  

“Peter! I wanna check the price first!” You snapped angrily but he just shook his head and began dragging you out the shop. The next shop was for clothes which you dread because you had yet to tell anyone but Scott, Melissa and your Dad the sex of the baby.  

“Right you’re gonna have to tell us the sex or this is gonna be difficult.” Lydia sighed as she glanced and the expensive multi-designer brand baby shop.

“Girl.” You muttered quietly but you knew she’d heard you when her and Stiles let out a scream before running off.

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell her. Now she’s gonna buy so many clothes that are desi-” You looked to your side to see Derek and Peter had disappeared and were now cooing at baby Gucci dresses.

“Seriously!” You huffed before walking over to Derek.

“Do you not think it’s weird for a teen mom to have baby Gucci and baby Chloé?” You muttered as you approached Peter and Derek who was picking up a baby Chloé pink winter coat.  

“Nope, not when she has Hales as uncles.” Peter sassed earning a glare from you.

“I like this Gucci pinafore dress with this white shirt.” Stiles grinned as he approached you with a tartan pinafore dress and a white long sleeved shirt that had a lacy collar.  

“That is so cute!” You squealed as Lydia approached you with wide eyes.

“Christian Louboutin started doing baby shoes!” Lydia gasped as she pointed towards the large shoe section. She knew if there was one brand you couldn’t deny it was Louboutin’s.  

After shopping for a while long your feet started hurting so you decided to get the rest of the stuff online. Derek, Peter and Stiles carried in all the bags containing designer clothes and shoes with proud smiles on their faces.  

Peter had seen a princess hanging canopy that could go above the cot and insisted his little niece needed it even though you tried to deny it Peter bought it anyway. You sat down on the couch where Melissa and Chris were sat, letting out a loud sigh.  

“Oh my god!” Erica screamed as she held up the Gucci floral dungarees and white curved collared shirt.  

“It’s a girl!” She screamed as she fumbled through all the clothes with Melissa and Allison.  

“Welcome back. How are my Queen and Princess doing today?” Scott cooed as he walked into the living area. You chuckled as you stroke your large stomach.  

“Uncle Peter and Uncle Derek spent lots of money on you today didn’t they Princess.” You giggled softly, earning a kick from your little girl.  

“I can see…” Scott sighed as he stared at all the designer bags.

“Hey, stop it.” You scolded as he frowned.  

“I just wish I could buy her all this stuff…” Scott muttered as he looked through the bags.  

“Baby, she doesn’t need Gucci clothes or Louboutin’s from you…She needs your love.” You chuckled softly as you leant down to leave a soft loving kiss on his lips. You pulled back with wide eyes and glanced at Derek.

“How much was this sofa?” You asked Derek with a worried frown.  

“A lot.” He grumbled with a confused frown.

“You could totally afford another one, right?” You chuckled with a blush on your face.

“I mean yeah if I ne-Why?” His eyes narrowed as he scanned over you until he saw the wet patch on the sofa.  

“Did your…” Derek’s eyes widened as he glanced at you in panic.  

“What’s that smell?” Scott asked with a frown as the other wolves sniffed at the air.

“DID YOUR WATER JUST BREAK!?” Derek screamed clearly freaking out.

“MELISSA!!!!” Chris screamed as he started running around and grabbing the birthing bag you’d pack less than a week ago.  

“What!?” Melissa yelled as she ran down the stairs.

“MY WATER JUST BROKE!?” You screamed, watching as her eyes widened.

Everyone was running around calling Deaton, making sure they didn’t forget anything as Scott sat there in shock, holding your hand. You threw your head back and let out a pained filled growl as you felt Scott’s hand breaking under your hold.

Not 10 minutes later, Deaton bust through the door, medical bag in hand and eyebrows raised in urgency. He instructed Scott to carry you to the bed, as he followed quickly. You wished you could go to a hospital but as Deaton had said a few months ago. You are likely to shift if you're in pain, so you couldn’t go to a hospital.

Suddenly Liam ran into the room with his dad following him. You stared at him like he’d gone crazy before Liam’s stepdad stared at you.  

“I’m gonna have questions after this but right now we need to get this baby out safely!” Liam’s dad screamed before turning to Melissa.

“I need hot water and towels.” He ordered quickly before rolling up his sleeves.  

“Scott, I need you to take a deep breath and focus. Deaton do you have the stuff I’d need to do this?” Liam’s dad asked as he nodded to Deaton medical bag.  

“I have gloves and few bits and pieces in case we need to cut. She has supernatural healing and the wolves can take her pain that’s all you’ll need. Epidural won’t work on her.” Deaton stated as he checked your vitals.  

“Got it. Scott and Liam that’s your job.” He instructed earning a serious nod from both boys.  

Melissa ran in with towel while Derek followed in with a large bowl of hot water. Liam’s dad lifted up a pair of scissors and began cutting off your jeans knowing that right now it was urgent. Melissa threw a blanket over your bottom half to cover your dignity before bending your legs up and giving you a smile.

“Scott McCall, this is all your fault!” You screamed as you felt another contraction happening.  

“She’s 9cms already!” Liam’s dad yelled as he glanced at Deaton with wide eyes.

“Her water only broke 25 minutes ago!” Melissa screamed as she dabbed the sweat off your forehead.  

“Well apparently, this baby doesn’t care!” Liam’s dad yelled back as he looked at Scott and Liam with a nod.  

“Derek I need you to take over a minute.” Scott groaned as he collapsed to the floor in pain.  

“What’s wrong with your son, Melissa?” Liam’s dad sighed as he looked at Scott.

“Unlike most men, Doc, he’s actually feeling her pain. It’s a werewolf thing.” Melissa snorted as she let Chris take her son out the way.  

“Derek Hale, this m-might be a bad time to ask and I-I’m not religious b-but I’d be happy if you’d be the godfather.” You stuttered softly as he and Liam took your pain.  

“I’d be honoured Y/N but first let’s get you through this okay?” He muttered gently as he stroked your hair.

“Okay, I need you to push! SCOTT, GET IN HERE!” Liam’s dad yelled with urgency.  

The pain was unreal, causing you to scream but Scott held in his scream of pain and chose to peck your temple. His hand running through your hair softly.

“Come on baby, you can do it.” He whispered, his breathing as heavy as yours.  

“You know you can cut off the pain channelling. You don’t need to feel this too…” You whispered as you got a second to breathe.  

“We’re in this together baby if you have to suffer to birth our baby girl, then so will I.” Scott stated with a dopey lopsided grin.  

“I love you.” You stated before Liam’s dad told you to push again. Suddenly everything else disappeared as you heard a scream. You look up to see the Doctor holding your baby with a smile.  

“Congratulations it’s a baby girl.” He stated before he turned to Melissa and asked her to cut the cord. Everyone crowded around the room and the bed, sniffling and cheering as they all welcomed the newest pack member.  

At that moment you knew there was nothing you’d change your life for.

Part 7 <-

[barrenclan]

Theory Time:

So is it me, or does it seem odd that Ranger is such a… mundane antagonist. Well, he does the whole murder cult stuff, but other than his couple moments with Hacksaw(honestly just flavoring) and that he’s higher up the authority ladder, he’s your average mook with voice lines.

The other antagonists are grandiose. Coot storm is a religious psycho with the whole generational trauma thing wanting to keep the clan in line, albeit struggling right now. Deepdark has a massive interspecies cult that wants the death of all non-members(I think?)

Something is up with Ranger. It is extremely hard to run an interspecies cult probably because of all the clashing cultures. Rainhaze said it himself kinda: it’s difficult to keep up with a the jargon. Deepdark seems to be very interested in this large cat group, maybe not just senseless killing, but something larger. There are obviously several cats in Defiance. As bad*ss as he seems, it is probably difficult keeping all those cultures in check. Let one species get too cocky, and there could be a threat to his power. I could definitely see the cougar or a pack of wolves taking him down(even if plot armor nullifies it is still a possibility)

If he uses more simplified demographics, and keeps large amounts of members the same species, and making sure only a few members are any sort of variety, if he increases the numbers of certain group that are more likely the be more loyal to him, like birds and cats(weaker and less likely to betray) and deer(most likely his nepo babies) vastly outnumbering other species that are more likely to defect(raccoons and foxes being stereotypical disloyal + wolves and cougars much stronger that Deepdark) it will be harder to remove him from power.

So with cats being very good members of Defiance(seems like only Egret and Cormorant left, but Egret was probably an outlier because she is trans and more distant from the cult because trans characters are just more likely to be rebellious in media and Cormorant is kinda dragged along) they are probably a rare case. Maybe Deepdark wants an influx of cats for a ‘homogenize cult and stay safer” plan. He might force Barrenclan into Defiance. He might disguise this as a spiritual reason, but many wars have been disguised as an idealistic or moral reason when it is just for resources. Maybe a twist is that the spirituality and bad idealism will be ripped apart and revealed as thirst for resources and power.

BUT LET’S GET BACK TO RAINHAZE AND RANGER

Rainhaze is broken. He is extremely loyal(except for lying about his clan) Ranger’s little project worked, let’s not trick ourselves. His personality seems a bit strange. A lot of Defiance members seem ultra serious doom and gloom, but him and her crack jokes and cutesy(not really) couple moments. Maybe more are like him, as well as Cupid being pretty nice. There is still some variety in Defiance, personality speaking. Deepdark might not like that either. So he has Ranger start a new project. Brainwash a cat into being just an obedient shell. Maximize productivity with this. After all, it seems like Rainhaze is good at his job and succeeds and carrying out his commands. So, Deepdark might want to try this on a larger group: Barrenclan. After Barrenclan comes the rest, and soon Deepdark is infallible to his own minion.

TLDR: Deepdark doesn’t want a coup wants Defiance homogenized(species and personality) wants to enlist Barrenclan to increase cat numbers. Has Ranger also start experiments to make brainwashed super soldiers to increase productivity.

Wow! Very interesting theory! And a lot of interesting analysis of Defiance. I'm glad it's been making people excited so far, it's a part of the story I enjoy.

[sentientcave]

CHARLIE YOU GOTTA TELL ME ABOUT THE MONSTER ROMANCES AT SOME POINT I AM

OH HO HO When I'm asked about my novels I am ACTIVATED like a sleeper agent lmao Night of the Wolf is like, Romeo and Juliet plus werewolves with a time travel element and a civil war that's all about love and freedom and patience and our own choices corralling us into the inevitable. It is my baby. I'll send you pages from a previous draft (I'm in the middle of rewrites so I don't have anything super current to send) Larkspur is the story of a healing woman who goes to the matriarch of a local Orc clan after a near death experience at the hands of bandits, seeking out help protecting her little town that's at the edge of human territory. It's about community, healing from abusive relationships and learning to trust again and working to build something better together. And also about a huge hot orc woman. Heart of the Ocean: A princess flees her terrible husband on their wedding night and strikes out on her own, determined to find both purpose and several relics stolen from her late father. She runs into a handsome (orc) pirate captain who's strangely searching for the same items, and after robbing him and running away twice (lmao he gets so steamed about it) she joins his quest to find the Heart of the Ocean so that they can protect the Island kingdoms from the grasp of the Elven Empire. Heart of Clay: Ada is forced into an engagement to pay off a family loan, and is attacked by the demon that has haunted her nightmares for many years on the way to her wedding. When she wakes, she finds herself under the protection of a strange nobleman with golden eyes, who promises her protection if she marries him instead. But it soon becomes clear that he isn't being honest about who he is, and Ada has secrets of her own that threaten the fragile peace that they've found with each other. Angel of Avanti: A young nobleman finds a winged devil bleeding in his garden, who was being hunted by his uncle's soldiers. He helps her rather than turn her in, and finds himself the object of her unnerving affections. But why does she seem so guilty when he speaks of his late parents? And what does she know about his uncle's rise to power that she can't tell him? Also she's like seven feet tall. Can you tell I've got a thing about giant women?

ANYWAY I have like several chapters of most of these if you're interested I can share some snippets with you because these are my babies and I'm in love with these stories.

[panlight]

Anon if you please! I'm curious: you've mentioned tropes you don't like, stuff like Supernatural Pregnancies and Super Advanced Kids, and how you're not really into the superpowers stuff, what are some of your favorite fantasy/paranormal tropes?

Oof. Hmm. Well, I love me some ironic and/or karmic transformations. I think that's why Carlisle's backstory fascinates me more than anyone else's because like he was a vampire-hunting son-of-a-preacher-man who became a vampire! That's so deliciously sad and horrific and fraught and just 1000% more interesting to me than Bella's whole fairy tale vampirism deal.

Also related to Carlisle's backstory: super willpower. I just love that stuff. Gets me every time, in every story, when someone is able to resist this allegedly unstoppable supernatural urge/instinct/force, and it's a big part of why Jacob's story is so unsatisfying to me, because he had seemed to have been set up to RESIST the imprinting and instead he imprints on a half-vampire baby and now his life is perfect. Nooooo! That is the OPPOSITE of what I want! I wanted to see him fight it and win, like he fought Sam's alpha order and started his own pack! (Doesn't apply to Bella because she didn't like, have to try. She was just instantly in control and thus it was boring.)

I love found family stuff--doesn't have to be in a supernatural setting but that does add an extra dimension. Helping each other through this strange new life they're stuck in and all that. Works with both the Cullens and the wolf shifters.

And just . . . bittersweet. Give me all the bittersweet. Breaking Dawn fails for me because it's just over-the-top wish fulfillment, Bella getting everything she could ever want and even things she didn't know she wanted and it's just . . . blech. But Esme losing her baby but getting this big adoptive family is interesting. It's bittersweet. She still lost something big, and she still didn't get exactly what she wanted. Rosalie losing the chance at a husband and children that she longed for, but finding happiness with Emmett. Again, it's not everything, there's still a lot of bitter with the sweet. Carlisle creating this very human-like life for himself, with a job, and house, and wife and kids . . . but he still has to go to the woods and kill things and drink blood. All of that is way more interesting to me than Bella's 'perfect piece of forever' stuff.

Also limits and weaknesses! Twilight is majorly missing this. In most fantasy worlds, sure, you might have some overpowered creatures, but there's usually something that can counter them, or some rules that bind them. There's really nothing in Twilight to limit the powers of the vampires other than flimsy rules about not giving the secret away which are Super Important sometimes and other times SM seems to forget they exist (justifies an elaborate car chase sequence because Secrecy, but then we can go to a hospital with a doctor Carlisle knew 14 years ago, when Carlisle still looks 23. Sure. Fine. Whatever). I'm talking things like powerful supernatural beings who are confined/trapped by something, or they have a weakness to the sun/silver/whatever. Something that humbles them, something the human characters can wield to protect themselves.

[skeleton-mischief]

Razz Serrif

You absolute MANIC fool! You've ruined just about EVERYTHING!!

*SF!Purple Sans seems irritated, but let's check these headcanons instead

- Official height is 5'6 because of his boots

- He/Him

- Likes to drink coffee, the bitterness is great

- Makes Burritos

- A dog person

- Older brother of Cash Serrif

- Lieutenant of the Royal Guard

- He is very touch oriented, hands on approach

- Desperate to prove himself through fighting. Won't hesitate to fight

- Prone to jealousy and is competitive about a lot of things

- He likes being active

- He likes being in control for a lot of things, but he struggles losing it

- Good at saving money, he in fact taught Cash

- Originally competitive with Carmine and Powder, but eventually formed friendships with them

- He did not have a good relationship with Gaster. He was too clingy and would be too forceful in wanting full dedication from Razz. He wanted Gaster's approval but it resulted in high expectations of himself as he was taught that he had to be independent and powerful

- Brave, independent, proud, intuitive, stubborn, blunt, optimistic, sassy, smug, erratic, unfiltered, responsible, secretive, aggressive, nosy, and bossy

- He hardly curses, especially not in front of authroity

- He acts like a tyrant sometimes, though it's due to insecurity

- Like Carmine, he will berate you but in a more scolding way after you become close with him

- He will falter with genuine communication or compliments, since he's not used to receiving validation or someone actually being honest/sincere

- He would call his lover precious, such as "my precious Y/N" or "could you come here, precious?"

- He can make some of the worst apologies, unless to authority or people he is super close with. He decently tries enough though, usually doing small acts of service instead of actually apologizing properly

- He loves PDA since he gets to show who he's close with and in the same sense makes sure no one messes with you as a result. It's basically a way of him saying "they're with me, fuck off"

- At first hated Carmine and Powder, but when he fought Powder and got his ass beat he was filled with shame. At first called Powder a soft, annoying version of him who was too humble in his opinion. he poked fun at Stretch for his shyness and then got his ass beat by Powder. He eventually was extended kindness after this and grew to respect Powder, though

- Hated Carmine for being similar to him but not pushing himself to be his "strongest." Yet grew to be more petty over the years. Developed a respect for him and now they're friends who actively are tyrants when it's cleaning day

- His magic smells of sugar, his magic tastes like blackberries

- Hides his face and sniffles a lot when crying, he doesn't like to cry. He hardly does and he has to be pushed to get to that point

- In the underground he was close with Cash at one point. but overtime he slowly resented Cash's habits and behavior. This caused him to be more controlling and frustrated

- He would keep an eye on Cash when he came home high or drunk so that he wouldn't dust, but he never told him since Cash complained about being babied sometimes

- His relationship with the Queen is the same as Gaster's. He's extremely dedicated to her, and people often rumor the Queen's strange interest in him. She uses him for emotional support and has a strange codependency on him despite the power dynamic. He hates it, but tries to sympathize. This keeps his brother out of trouble often, though he doesn't tell him. The Queen makes him value power and has twisted what he should be like, since she was the one to scar him. She makes sure he doesn't disobey

- He tries to let Cash have freedom, and tends to him a lot once they move in with the other skeletons. It'll take awhile, but he will learn how to balance care and controlling habits

- Didn't realize that Cash fell into his habits due to him being in the Royal Guard. He didn't realize that Cash simply wanted his brothers attention and was coping with it

- He tends to express his masked personality over his real one better than anyone else. He in truth feels deeply, cares about many things, and hates that he can't connect with people like he wants to

- He's more lonely than he lets on

- He tends to be desperate for approval, doing a lot to get it even if he acts like he doesn't need it

- Even if he struggles, he can show his care and sincerity in different ways

- He's sacrificed a lot to get where he is now, and he regrets that his brother was part of that crossfire

- He often gets extremely emotional over a lot of things, but he's formed that to be aggression since he's part of the royal guard in an underground that festers in violence. It was a painful necessity for him to change

- He thinks it's selfish of him to care for others

- He grew up with the mentality that power means everything, so when there's no use for it anymore he doesn't know what to do with himself

- He'd rather gouge his own eye out than admit his desire for real, intimate, connections

- He doesn't understand why he can't adapt to the other AU's like the others so easily, but a part of him knows that he's the problem

- He hates that his impulsive decision to anything is demeaning others or getting aggressive

- Ashamed of his scars, unlike Carmine

- He finds his jealousy to be childish, and just like Carmine he'll avoid talking about it until confronted

- He's more tactful and intelligent than he lets on, using certain behaviors as a way to avert drama towards his brother or loved ones by making a scene

- Despite his lack of showing too much kindness, he deeply cares about those he loves and wants to do right by them. So, if he really sees that someone is hurt from his actions, he is not stupid enough to widen that wound and instead tries to find ways to make it up to someone

-He hates the Queen, hates Gaster(who is no longer present), he hates everything. He hates- he hates who he is. Why does he mess everything up?

Closing Notes: I see that Carmine and him are reflections of each other who grew up slightly differently and coped differently as a result. They're more alike than the other realizes, and yet both are on a scale in how they handle shit. The two are SWAP fells though, so they have a sort of twisted way of dealing with things when compared to Powder if he was put in their situations. Sadly, Razz just is too stuck in his ways to change anytime soon. But maybe he just needs...mercy?

[multiversal-pudding]

HEY WANT MY CURRENT HCS-UNTIL-PROVEN-WRONG/ “THEORY” IN THE SENSE OF “Source: It would be dope?”/ MESSY MAD RAMBLINGS RELATED TO MURDER DRONES?

TOO BAD YOU’RE GETTING IT ANYWAYS

(Btw this is like. Mostly based on other people’s theories and stuff- also this is going to be basically the opposite of something polished and readable? Think of this less as “prediction looking to be accurate or logical” more “these thoughts have been rattling around in my head and I want to unleash them”)

I Feel like given Liam’s previous stuff like Internecion cube, there’s a damn good chance Absolute Solver is basically an Eldritch entity, be it some kind of super-ai that spiralled past any of the designers wildest intentions to the point of basically becoming a god, or possibly the other way around with JcJenson maybe having done a “humans gonna human” in deciding to mess with the forces Beyond Human Understanding, then try to sell it/utilize it in making stuff to sell (IE using some kind of “entity of growth” to make a repair program that. Seemed like a good idea at the time). Either way, As someone who likes that freaky kinda cosmic horror bodyhorror entity stuff, I’m down for it-

Honestly, I think I kinda like the idea of Absolute Solver not being spread from the Disassembly Drones, but rather the other way around, with them having it loaded but mostly disabled outside of regenerative capabilities specifically to protect them from the Worker Drones from using it (directly) on them (granted as V learned rather painfully, this does not exclude them from throwing various pointy objects at you, it just keeps them from pulling that *snaps your head backwards and crushes you into blood* thing Doll pulled)??

Somehow, with its dialogue implying it knows something bigger about Uzi’s Mom/the world as a whole with its “cute little puppets” comments, J’s specific wording of telling N “the worker drones are corrupted” (which. Granted could’ve also been talking about them being deemed “Rogue AI”, but still-), the strange organic elements and extreme power associated with it? (Which. If the DDs are built with containing a neutralized version version of it in mind. Is this connected to the fact they have literal human organs stuffed inside them??)- this doesn’t feel like a tool. This feels like some underlying element at play, and probably one of the main suspects explained so far that could either be A) something that’s strong enough to make Copper 9’s core collapse, B) could be something that would want and have the power to collapse the core of a planet, and/or C) could be a reason why something/someone may have considered it worth wiping out humanity just to try to kill it

As for where it came from in the first place/how it spread- again, maybe the humans dug too deep, accidentally released something but only realized it was a problem later or. Hell, maybe part of it was that the WDs did some digging/experimenting of their own on top of it- we know that two of the main AS-related characters other than the DDs, Doll and Uzi, both have a running theme of nametags/ associated numbers with their mothers, plus the fact that robot babies exist as is in the first place is confirmation they have been trying new things on themselves already

If WD experimentation with AS started before the Murder Drones Arrived/the possibility of it was present- Given the extreme power of AS we’ve seen, it could be possible that the drones starting to unlock this power could be a reason other than paranoia that JcJenson considered it worth the time to exterminate them (though. TBF I I think they might just be callous jerks anyways, semi-reasonable underlying logic or not-)

If experimentation with AS started/continued after the Disassembly Drones arrived- Judging from the fact that Khan already had a closet labelled “Nori’s Kooky Insane Stuff”, iiits possible Uzi might take after her mother in terms of “maniacal engineer”-ness… who’s to say Nori didn’t decide to pull some Sci-fi bullshit of her own of a more “human experimentation” direction? Like. Hell, Uzi made a huge frickin’ gun as her “maniacal engineering” moment- If the parents help construct the baby, technically Nori also built a gun-

Sidenote- like. It might just be a “make the MC more visible” thing, but- as someone else already pointed out, it would be interesting if it turned out the reason why Uzi was short and didn’t have a hard hat was related to her not being a normal Worker Drone/in some way built to have some kind of adjustment made with this element present in mind, something the AS may or may not already know while Uzi doesn’t (there would be a lot of horror to be found in that idea… and also maybe a little dark-humor? In a “ARE YOU KIDDING?! THAT’S WHY I’M SO SHORT??!” Way?)

So- maybe the experiment was what introduced it into Doll and Uzi/their mothers? That is, if it isn’t already present on some level in all the drones as is and the experimentation only brought the existing potential to the surface- imagine finding out everyone was born pre-infected with some crazy eldritch horror woven into their brains, and that what at first appeared to some spreading parasite was simply some people being able to tap into what’s already present in everyone one way or the other…

CONCLUSION?!

…I’m running out of red string and pushpins :|

(but I do have some potential AU fodder maybe should Episode 4 come out and completely change everything maybe?)

TL;DR: talk to me about Murderdrones I am sooooo normal I promise :) <- Lying

[milgramprojectfan]

Quick ranking on all of the Milgram characters based on how innocent I think they are.

Yuno- All she did was get an abortion, her body her choice. Totally innocent.

Mahiru- I am very opinionated about this girl, but to summarize: The relationship was toxic on both parts, and they should’ve gotten therapy or completely broken up and never got back together. It’s not her fault he chose to off himself instead of working through their problems

Kazui- I’m going off the theory that he’s gay and super comp-het. He can’t control his feelings, and I don’t fault him for forcing himself to love a woman. The only problem is he should’ve confronted his identity before they got married. Like with Mahiru, they should’ve gotten therapy!!

Amane- A. She was brainwashed by a cult into thinking some terrible stuff, B. She likely killed her physically abusive mother, C. She’s 12. You can piece together the rest of my argument yourself

. Fuuta- I believe he posted incriminating image of a girl at his school, which the online space he belonged to dogpiled on. Terrible thing to do, but he had no intention for the consequences. He likely just wanted “justice” for what he thought was wrong

Shidou- I believe he may have ended multiple hospice patients’ lives early so he could harvest their organs to save his wife??? Or maybe he just took them off life support so he’s considered a ‘murderer’. Based on the first theory, that’s a horrible thing to do. Sure, they’d likely die soon, but cutting their last moments short is TERRIBLE

Kotoko- Kinda subject to change cuz her second MV isn’t out yet (and I’m not listening to the song till it drops). Anyways, she’s a vigilante and brings justice to bad people. Problem is that we don’t know her criteria for bad people. She was eager to kill the people who were Not Forgiven, so who knows what she’s capable of.

Muu- I actually do not think she’s irredeemable. Her first MV paints her as the victim while her second staunchly cements her as the villain, but I believe her to be somewhere in the middle. There’s a lot to say about the whole reason behind her killing her victim that I won’t get into, but I believe it was impulsive and she truly feels regret for her actions. Despite this, her actions were despicable.

Haruka- Killed lots of animals, bugs, fish, etc. killed someone, his crush possibly? All to get his abusive mother’s attention. That’s a very illogical train of thought. Also, I see people baby him because of his disability, but his disability does not prevent him from doing terrible things.

MIKOTO- hate this man. I don’t care that he has DID and John technically murdered someone. He falls into that harmful Jeckel and Hyde DID stereotype with one normal alter and a crazy one. I don’t want to get into the politics of multiple personalities and crimes, so yeah! Also I don’t think John had any reason to murder that guy. The victim was shown to be on the floor, defenseless, while John is in the position of power. Yet John claims to be “protecting” Mikoto? Strange.

Anyways, thanks for reading! I made this in 20 minutes late at night so it’ll probably be gibberish when I reread it!

[merv606]

okay so silverrusso but a triple threat combo of: irish mafia + a/b/o + forced marriage

terry is the Alpha Boss of the irish mafia, and comes across Daniel one day, an Omega struggling student facing all the prejudices omegas face, but worse since he’s dirt poor, works multiple jobs to pay for school/hospital expenses, and lives with his sick mom. terry falls for him immediately/scentbonds and forces/coerces daniel to be his mate/marry him with the promise of helping daniels sick mother as long as daniel will be his. or else terry will block any access his mother has to treatment because no one cares about omegas in the Society.

daniel has no choice and marries him despite despising and being afraid of him. but deep down terry secretly, desperately hopes that daniel will love him one day. meanwhile daniel adjusts to living with a man he barely knows, and being the Boss’s mate.

Sorry for the super late reply. Work’s been busy these last few months, and I sat on this one for awhile - trying to think of a response and I’m not sure if this is what you’re looking for, but here goes.

Sits down, straightens papers, look you just can’t come in here, unannounced , with all these tropes ….

So first question / does Daniel actually despise him OR does he hate what Terry represents.

Does he fear what he will become with Terry. Or is it secretly something he wants / to be a spoiled housewife, providing heirs for his powerful Alpha - is he looking for someone to put him in his place?

Does he resent how easy Terry’s life is compared to him just because of the circumstances of their birth / both in the gender and the wealth/power.

I don’t know, these questions are above my pay grade so let’s get down to the nasty.

Let’s imagine though that Terry mated him, and bred him as soon as they were married and now maybe almost two decades have passed. Daniel was 18 after all, when Terry had claimed him.

Sam and Tory - their twins and first borns, are turning 18 soon, and preparing to go off to college, and Robby, their second born and an Irish twin to Sam and Tory won’t be far behind. He appeared in the world a mere ten months after Sam and Tory.

Daniel has been exhibiting strange behaviours every since their graduation, and helping them select colleges to apply to. They will, of course, be accepted into which every one they choose.

Terry pulls their doctor aside to explain his husband’s symptoms.

Building a nest, and the increased sex drive. Don’t get him wrong they have healthy sex life - but lately Daniel can’t seem to get enough - it’s almost like when they were first mated.

Which, is why it didn’t take long for them, in the beginning when Terry was cementing his bond and hold on the omega, to add Demetri and Eli to their growing brood. Truth is, how easily it took every time, spoke to their comparability, even if it had taken a bit of time for the love aspect to come for Daniel.

Terry had gotten him pregnant as soon as possible to help this along; while he waited for the love to happen. He knew being with child would cause the omega to want to be around the alpha more, as pregnant omegas were wont to do. It also ensured that Daniel was permanently tied him, which would just wear down his stubborn mate anyway.

Truth is, it was what Daniel was made for - to be made fat. He took to pregnancy so well, so what else was Terry supposed to do, but constantly make sure he was good and breed. Baby on his hip as another grew inside him. He was unbearable beautiful like that, and Terry had considered him the prettiest thing he had every laid eyes on.

His mate, more often than not was barefoot and pregnant, dependant on Terry, just how he liked it. Just how Daniel eventually came to like it as well. Well, after the first few he spread his legs easier after all. But all that proved was they a the alpha did in fact know best, even if the little omega had been stubborn and put up a meager fight in the beginning.

His plans for school quickly falling to the side as he focused his energy on their family, his true passion. Terry had simply helped him realize that about himself / his true calling.

But, it’s not those current behaviours either. It’s like he only cares about Terry being inside him.

One of his favourite things is when Terry eats him out, to come by Terry’s mouth, which also happens to be one of Terry’s favourite way for Daniel to come. To feel him fall apart like that, maybe with a few fingers added but, the last few times, Daniel had only lasted a few seconds before begging for Terry to just, “get inside me.”

More than a few times he’s only gotten his pants down enough to get his cock out and into the younger man, his own pants pulled down enough so Terry could get into him.

And they have stamina, but sometimes it only took a few thrusts before Daniel’s already tight body was clamping down, forcing the orgasm out of Terry, practically milking the come out of him, deep inside. Daniel sighing deeply, a bone deep satisfaction evident in the contented noises he made as Terry filled him.

And yesterday morning Terry had woken up to Daniel’s mouth on him, which as soon as he was coherent, turned into Daniel’s weight on him as he held Terry’s cock in his hand, sank down onto the older man’s spilt slick length.

Not that Terry was complaining - it was a good way to wake up.

But Terry has missed days unable to go into work - his husband was so demanding. And the days he did, Daniel more often than not, would visit Terry, under the guise of bringing lunch etc although it always ended up with him bent over Terry’s desk as he fucked him. Which once again, not complaining.

The doctor’s explanation takes Terry by surprise although, looking back, it really shouldn’t have.

“His body is doing everything it can to ensure conception even if he doesn’t realize his body knows and wants it.”

“It’s not uncommon, especially in omegas still of breeding age, when their children start to leave, especially when it’s the first one and Sam is the eldest.”

“You had mated him right away - as soon as he had turned 18, correct,” the doctor affirms, Terry nodding.

“Nothing to be concerned about and nothing you do can really. If the omega wants it bad enough the body will ensure the birth control fails. Considering his age, he’s still quite young for breeding, many good years left, and the fertility shouldn’t be an issue given fact that you’re never had trouble conceiving.”

This is true he spent the first few years of their marriage heavy with child

The only real gap had been Anthony, who had been a surprise.

“So all I can tell you is, if you’re done with kids I suggest a condom.”

Terry snorts - fat chance - he’s never worn a condom while taking his omega and he’s not about to start.

He could pull out, but If that’s what his husband wants, for Terry to put another life inside him, even if he doesn’t realize it yet, then that is what Terry will give him. Just like the first time. It’s been awhile since Terry had made him fat, and he realizes himself, how much he misses it, so it will be sooner rather than later.

Later that night:

Daniel perched in his lap, leaning against his chest, as he grinds his hips back against the bulge in his husband’s pants.

A messy blowjob to get him fully hard only moments later.

Terry smirks - it’s so much more delicious now that he knows that Daniel is doing this just to have Terry’s seed inside him - to have Terry put another child in him - and that it’s subconscious - instinctual on a deeper level.

He does nothing - continues smoking his cigar - as Daniel crawls back into his lap, moving his own underwear to the side, taking his husband’s cock in hand, rubbing it up and down through his slick before pushing the head inside.

It’s not frantic, languid, like they have all the time in the world. Terry had fucked him as soon as they got home anyway so he’s sure that took the edge off.

Hips undulating smoothly, slow like syrup, the velvet grip of Daniel’s body calling him with it’s siren’s song.

A though pops in to his head.

He tries to lift Daniel off his cock, just a few inches leaving him, he wants to see….

Hands dig into his chest and he clenched down, hard, like he can keep Terry inside if he just squeezes hard enough.

The head pops free and,

“Please ….. I need it …..”

“Yeah …. You do, don’t you? He lays hand on the side of his face, Daniel whimpers when he makes no move to put his cock back inside.

“Need it inside you filling you.”

“Yes please.”

“Get my cum nice and deep where It belongs?!”

He places a large hand on his lower belly, and still, he marvels at much of his husband’s belly it takes up.

“Alright, put it back in then.”

Not needing to be told twice, already reaching back to steady it to sink back down.

Terry plays with his chest, the softness still there after so many good breedings, his body forever changed because of Terry.

God, he can’t wait for him to start showing, for his chest to fill and swell as the baby grows inside him.

Maybe even a few more after this.

And then.

“Come in me please …. want a baby inside me.”

Yeah, there would definitely be more after this.

[thaylepo]

omg omg, ok, a few things will need to be switched around vis a vis who has what personal relationships and who fills what role in the star wars narrative versus the animorphs narrative, BUT

Ok so the dual sides of the main conflict are easy. You have a powerful ruling body (the Senate) overthrown from within by a new faction (the Empire). The two powerful forces backing each side are directly mirrored as light and dark: the Jedi and the Sith. The same elements are all present in the initial setting of Animorphs: you have the good-guy Andalite forces and the bad-guy Yeerk Empire. It gets more complex later on, but this is how the series presented the setting for its main conflict.

Slide this into the SW universe: a Galactic Senate, backed by the considerable political power of the Andalites, is overthrown from within by a rogue faction backed by the newly emerged Yeerk Empire. The Sith and the Yeerks combine as a dual power -- not all controllers are Sith, but all Sith are controllers. Something something infestation combining a force-capable yeerk and a force capable host equals one super powerful entity. The Andalites are not a perfect stand-in for the Jedi, they fit more into the Ep. IV role of Alderaan and the Rebel forces, but it's not a huge jump to say this race of psychic deertaurs was possibly super over-represented among the ranks of a multi-race force of mystic space warriors. For a nearly wiped out semi-legendary race of incredibly force-sensitive beings who may have begun the Jedi order? We have the Pemalites. Crayak and the Ellimist could also fit into this theme of diametrically opposed forces of good/evil, light/dark, creation/destruction, etc. Perhaps as literal personifications of the Force itself? It's nearly impossible in this mashup to keep everything consistent from one universe versus the other, so we're throwing all the spaghetti at all the walls and seeing what sticks XD

How does the morphing power fit? Well, it easily can remain as: technology developed by the Rebellion (Andalites) to turn the tide of war, but how does turning into animals help in a setting where most of the major conflicts are fought in space, or with weapons and armies of ground troops? How does morphing translate into the SW setting as an allegory for the Force? I do not know. It could be that the Force, in this mixed universe, is more technologically based than spiritual: you need to be given it like the morphing power, but perhaps only "force sensitive" people can actually receive it.

Ep. IV: A New Hope follows the structure of the hero's journey, and roughly so does the first book of Animorphs, so that's a good place to start. As for the characters, that's the easy part..........

Tobias grows up in the boonies on Tatooine with his aunt and uncle. He's never known his father, but after finding an injured Andalite and a dog-shaped robot carrying a message from a beautiful golden haired princess, his friend the strange old blind woman who lives in the desert reveals that Tobias' father had been a Jedi who was murdered by the terrifying Yeerk warlord, Visser Three. Before he died though, Elfangor left a gift for his son that will change the course of his entire life........

Rachel was raised by the ruling family of Alderaan from a baby as a favour to her mother, a former Senator turned legal arbitrator. Her incredible intelligence, fighting prowess, political education, and ferocity in debate has made her a force to be reckoned with in the scene of galactic politics. She takes a leading role in the Rebellion at an astonishingly young age and she shows no sign of faltering. She certainly has no idea that a couple of her biological cousins are involved in the shady galactic underworld smuggling rings, and nor would she care; she needs to smuggle crucial information herself to the Rebel Forces herself, ironically. When her diplomatic ship is intercepted by Visser Three himself, Rachel doesn't miss a beat. There's only one person who can help her now.....

Jake may be a serious guy, unlike his best friend and huge hairy behemoth Marco, but he trying to do his best with what he's got. And what he's got is a fast ship, a quick mind, and an eye for getting out of trouble. He'll never be a leader like his older brother Tom, who governs his own city now, but he's content with his two-man operation and the life of a simple smuggler. This latest job they've taken, though, is a little out of the ordinary: ferry the entourage of an old blind lady and a wide-eyed country bumkin into the heart of Empire space. It wasn't even a very good offer, even with that pretty mechanic they hired, but for some reason he just hadn't been able to say no.......

Marco is not in the crime business for the money: he's in it for Jake. They've been best friends for almost their whole lives, ever since the human child stumbled upon a captive young Wookie and broke him out. He knows he'll outlive his friend by a couple centuries, but after he was captured and his mother killed, Jake has practically been his only family. They make a great team: Marco's wit and devastating good looks, along with Jake's stellar piloting skill. Marco wishes Jake were better at the people side of the business, though. He doesn't take to their new passengers, and while it's funny watching Jake try flirt with the first cute girl he's ever seemed tongue-tied by, Marco suspects the old woman and the sharp-faced, squinting desert boy are going to be way more trouble than they're worth......

Cassie is a natural with droids. Actually, if it runs, swims, crawls, flies, drives, hovers, or burrows underground, she has an uncanny knack for it. Creature or machine, she'll tend to whatever you bring her and give it back to you better than it's ever been. She's known Tobias for years but rarely sees him more than once every few months, so it's a surprise when he and the reclusive desert hermit known as Old Lo show up out of the blue with an injured Andalite and a dog-shaped robot she's never before seen the like of. Even more troubling, once the corrupted message is extracted from the robot ER-1K, Tobias and Lo intend to leave Tattooine and Cassie has a terrible bone-deep feeling they won't be coming back. It's the sight of the ship they hire that's the final straw: someone is going to have to come along and keep that smuggler's death trap in the sky.......

Aximili has lived his whole life in the shadow of a brother whom people rarely speak more than whispers about anymore. Elfangor had been one of the most powerful Jedi ever to exist, a hero of the Clone Wars, a larger-than-life figure impossible to live up to. But now the Jedi are eradicated, the Empire is in control of the galaxy, and Elfangor's name spoken only in hushed, reverent tones. Though Aximili had hardly known his brother, still young when he'd been killed, he doggedly tried to live up to his memory. His hard work and dedication had earned him a highly honoured place: the right hand assistant to the formidable Princess of Alderaan herself. But now, Princess Rachel is in the clutches of Visser Three himself, the Rebellion was losing ground, and Aximili can only think on his own monumental failures while he's crammed aboard a rusted spacecraft with a blind former Jedi, a backwater doctor-mechanic, two highly dubious criminal lowlifes, and Elfangor's own long lost son. This rescue mission already feels doomed, but it's the only hope they've got......

Long ago, in a galaxy far far away, six kids are the only thing standing in the way of an empire.......

Au idea: animorphs but star wars

I know other folks will have better ideas than I do. Any Animorphs and Star Wars fans out there willing to weigh in with thoughts?

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

I just have to say, the music underscoring bebe Yoda staring at the eggs felt so joyous that I honestly felt like him eating the eggs wasn't just about eating the eggs.

Maybe that's me looking into music too much, but the way it felt hopeful and sweet...the way the eggs drifted towards his hand...I'm honestly not sure if it's all about the snackies?

yeah, he eats Frog Lady's eggs but I can't help but feel like there's going to be more to it than him eating something he shouldn't. Maybe something will happen to the container the other eggs are in, maybe he'll, like, regurgitate the eggs he ate and they'll be safe? Maybe they will take some of his DNA and become lil yodito clones? Maybe they will be little force-babies like Anakin? I mean we've already had a few subtle clone-nods so it wouldn't be out of the question

And just the first meeting between Baby and the eggs. I totally read that less as home going "oh FOOD" and him going more "oh FRIEND"

Not to mention he just saw his dad get eaten by something and come out okay, so its possible he's got some weird ideas about how fatal getting swallowed is

[teenandbeyond]

(SPOILERS FOR THE DBZ SUPER HERO MOVIE) I left some space if you haven't seen the movie, if you have, don't mind this extra space:

Hey! Idk is this is been done (you can combine requests if need be) could you do a Gohan x Baby Reader (just like your other ones) where it's Halloween and Gohan accidentally releases his beast form, but the appearance of the beast form scares his sweet pea (the reader)? Idm I just thought I'd be adorable

Gohan x Baby. Reader [Halloween Special]

I wasn't planning on doing any Halloween one-shots, but oh well xD

Want more from me? Masterlist 2

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Cookies and Beasts (DBS)

Warning: Fluff, You making Vegeta soft

Halloween is strange...

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“Hey, you, calm down,” Gohan chuckled, tickling at your side.

At the moment, you were looking at his friends in confusion.

Piccolo and 18 were the only ones who looked normal.

The one your papa addresses as Krillin had painted his face and wore a weird outfit.

Auntie Bulma (she insists to be called) had wild hair and an even wilder outfit, her eyes were different colors, too.

Uncle Vegeta (Bulma insisted simply to annoy him) was forced to wear a beard, hat, and a dress-like thing. Papa said he was a wizard, whatever that was. Vegeta would hit people randomly with a big stick he carried.

Then Trunks and uncle Goten had strange teeth and even stranger clothes.

All the confusion caused your power-level to spike.

“Isn’t this [Name]’s first Halloween?” Auntie Bulma offered a cookie, which you gladly took.

“Yeah, I don’t think they've gotten over the costumes, yet,” he bounced his leg a little to calm you.

“Well, [Name]’s is definitely the cutest!”

You were dressed as a pumpkin, the puffy costume hiding you, the pumpkin top resting on your head.

“Videl picked it out.”

“I guess that’s why you’re dressed as a farmer? Where is Videl, anyway?”

“She wasn’t feeling well, but told us to go ahead.

Your eyes trailed to your sister, who was dressed similar to how Paw Goku dressed, things Papa called fake knives were in her hands as she made weird movements.

“Hey, Gohan. I found this weird device, I can’t seem to figure out what it does, could you take a look at it?”

“Huh? Sure.”

“Great! I’ll bring it out,” she walks off.

You offer your cookie to your father, tilting your head back until he looks down.

“You’re giving me some?”

“Yes,” you give him a small smile.

“Thank you, sweet pea.”

“Oo Welca,” you watch as he takes a bite, a little irked he takes more than you expected.

“You mean, ‘You're Welcome’? Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it.”

You decide to leave, so he doesn’t practically devour your cookie with another bite.

You wobble up to Vegeta, making him turn, “Oh, it’s you. The finger crusher.”

You ignore his glare, not finding it intimidating in the least, even more so with his costume.

“Hi!” you smile.

“What is it you want?”

You grasp the dress-like costume finding you like the simple material.

“Soft. Dwess?”

“What, no. It is not a dress!”

You tilt your head.

“It’s a robe.”

“Bobe?” the ‘r’ was hard to pronounce.

“Yes, not a dress,” he scowled.

You move on to the big stick, “Stick?”

“Staff,” he corrected.

“Taff?”

“Yes.”

You offer your cookie, “Wan?”

“No, thank you.”

You take the last bite, “Cookie good.”

“Is it now, would you like another?” he points back to a tray full of cookies on a decorated table.

You nod, grabbing at the air until he picks you up (after being sure no one was looking to laugh for weeks about it), you quickly grab a cookie (he doesn’t say anything when you sneak another).

“Dank you, Geta!”

“Yeah, yeah. Move along now.”

“Bye!”

You notice Paw Goku arriving with Mam Chi-Chi.

You giggle, dashing over to them as fast as your short legs would allow.

“Our little [Name]! You look so cute!” Chi-Chi titters picking you up.

You give her a kiss, which makes her notice the cookie crumbs and two uneaten cookies.

“How many cookies have you eaten? Have you eaten any food yet?”

You lift the cookies, “Yes.”

“That’s not food! Gohan should let you…” then you tune her out, you always do when she goes into her rambles.

“What cookies you got there?”

“Paw Goku, cookies!”

“I see. Can I try one?”

You get transferred over to him as Mam Chi-Chi looks for Papa.

“Yes,” he offer him one while eating the other.

“Yum! They are pretty good, huh?”

You brush a pinky against his green face, “Why?”

“It’s paint! I’m a Frankenstein!”

“Flank—hm,” you decided it was too hard to say.

“Mwahaha,” he tickles your neck making you giggle with a death grip on your cookie.

“Paw Goku, staph—” you screeched in laughter.

“Let’s go find, Gohan, hm?”

You sit on his shoulders as you look for your father, when you do, he seems to looked annoyed as Mam Chi- Chi chews into him.

“Mom, I know what to do with [Name].”

“But…” she rants some more.

“I’ll come back later,” Bulma looks in between them.

Gohan sighs, “No, you asked for my help. Let me see.”

“Gohan!” Mam Chi-Chi scolds.

He observes the device before turning it on, it didn’t do anything.

She reached for the device, “Don’t ignore your mother!”

Suddenly Papa’s power-level spiked and he transformed.

The power startled you, never having seen or felt anything like that before.

He growled, in irritation, “Stop telling me how to parent my child. If I want help, I’ll ask, mom.”

You cry at the scene, never seeing your Papa so upset.

“I see, it’s an emotion amplifier,” Auntie Bulma observed.

Gohan frowned at your crying, his expression dropping more when you nervously grip Paw Goku’s hair.

“Sweet Pea, it’s me,” he powered down, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you…”

You quieted, sniffing before you climbed down your grandfather, wobbling to your Pa to hug his legs.

“Hm, let’s go play some of the games, okay? Will that cheer you up?”

You nod.

[animeomegas]

Can I have a longer headcanon about Satan finding out he's having triplets?

Sure thing! Please enjoy!

Satan must have heard incorrectly... because he could have sworn that the demon tasked with monitoring his pregnancy just said he was having triplets.

As in three babies.

Hahahahaha, you shouldn't use faulty spells on him, dear doctor 🙃🙃🙃

He gets mad at the doctor demon first.

And then he gets mad at you.

And then he gets mad at Lucifer for reasons unclear.

Triplets are incredibly rare in the Devildom. Like... crazy rare.

Humans have triplets because their ovaries release too many eggs by mistake, or the cells split three ways... rare, but not super incredible.

But demons are more... perfect than humans. Especially the ones the used to be angels, but it applies to them all. Their bodies don't make mistakes like that, not like humans.

99.999999% of demon's have only one pup per pregnancy. Twins are incredibly rare. Triplets are almost unheard of.

So that should give you an idea of the shock everyone, but especially Satan, goes into after hearing the news.

"It's never going to be quiet again, is it?"

"Probably not, my love.... probably not...."

It takes a long time for the reality to sink in for Satan. At least the copious amount of baby clothes Asmo has already bought for Satan's pups will actually be useful. He needs three times as much as originally presumed, after all.

Satan is nervous about having so many babies. Demon babies aren't as demanding as human babies in a couple of key ways, but it's still a lot.

The bigger and bigger Satan's tummy gets, the more the reality sinks in.

And if you thought Satan's fashion sense was strange before, he's now got a limited choice with maternity wear (and his stomach is too big for most of it), which isn't a big business in the Devildom, so his decisions get wilder.

Probably tries out an ascot for a period of time, I just get that vibe.

Do not criticise his outfit, he will sulk.

Satan does lose a little bit of control with his anger while pregnant with triplets. It takes a strain on him, he's tired, he's achy, he resents still being forced to attend classes... it's too easy to blow up when people bother him.

The birth is okay, but again, at least one of his more powerful brothers needs to be there to stop him from getting angry with whoever is delivering his pups.

Actually, I could see Satan choosing to have a fully private birth in his room (demons are low risk, so he doesn't really have to worry about dying or anything.)

Basically, he's incredibly overwhelmed, but he gets over it lol.

Babies are his least favourite age, so he pushes through that through sheer force of will, and then he finds having three pups a lot more enjoyable.

But he's not having any more for at least 500 years, no way lmao.

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Dark Shenanigans - Nandor x (f)reader

Summary: It’s Nadja’s something hundredth birthday, with that said, you’re on a mission to make it great.

Warning: fluff, general vampire nonsense

Masterlist

“Yeah being a half vampire half human does have its perks. I mean for one I can do all that cool vampire shit and I can go out in the sunlight...so that helps for when they’re all being really annoying.” You admit with a casual shrug to one of the documentary cameras before turning to an isle of party supplies. “So anyways we’re at this store.”

The camera shifts to the multiple arras of supplies and materials at the local supermarket in Staten Island that you and your vampire lover’s human familiar, Guillermo, currently are. Specifically on the hunt for birthday decorations for Nadja and ghost Nadja who’s possessed a strange looking doll for the time being.

Since the other four actual full vampires can’t shop for themselves at this time of day or really in general, you and Guillermo have been given such an honorable task in making Nadja’s birthday the best one yet. Considering she’s the most well balanced in the head out of the four of them and is the only other lady of the manor.

“Hey Y/N, how’s this look?” Wonders Guillermo as he holds up a bunch of Mardi Gras beads of yellows, purples, and greens. “Comments, questions, concerns?” He adds with a small smile.

Eyeing up the beads, your head shifts over to the other various colors, “Hrmm, G I’m feeling the vibe you’re going for this year and I like it, but let’s go with Nadja colors.”

Guillermo’s dark eyes light up at your positive suggestion, “Right! So the red and black ones then?”

“Yup. She’ll love that shit.” You state with a satisfied nod of approval, “Let’s get some black and gold confetti from over there and oh, those masquerade masks look cool as fuck.”

You pick up and test out various masks in the background as Guillermo adds some bits of dialogue for the documentary crew, “Um yeah she’s really cool isn’t she.” He says with a smile while glancing at you then back to the camera, “Which is kind of odd since Y/N’s been with Nandor since 1793 so you’d think she’d be a little more like them but no, she’s super chill and really nice.” Suddenly his face goes a bit serious as he leans in to whisper, “But she did kill a whole street gang once when they threw a slur at me so I wouldn’t mess with her. For your safety.”

The camera pans back over to an oblivious you who’s put on a masquerade mask and is swinging a plastic light saber around with a whole lot more accuracy and grace then would a normal person. The camera then pans back to Gullimero, “Um, I’m just gonna....make sure she doesn’t smack anyone.”

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Arms full of groceries of food for you and Gullimero, as well as random party decorations for Nadja’s birthday tomorrow night, you use the bottom of your boot to skillfully open the door as the documentary crew and Guillermo follows suit. Guillermo now on the verge of falling over with the large heart shaped pillow in his arms that’s covering most of his body.

You don’t feel tired in the slightest due to your half vampiric abilities so this is nothing to you, “Alright.” You state, turning on your heel to face the crew and Guillermo, “They’re asleep so we gotta be extra sneaky now, I don’t want Nadja catching us with all this cool spooky birthday shit. Everyone to the attic!” You whisper yell before leading the charge to the attic.

They all follow as quietly and as quickly as they can and then soon enough in no time are you and Guillermo back outside in the sunny garden trying to figure out if you should blow up the giant sea monster pool floaty.

“I mean it would look cool as hell and no doubt out-do whatever the fuck boring thing Lazlo probably has planned.” You quip with a shrug while the two of you stare thoughtfully at the small gloomy dark pond. “He’s got no chance with us. I’ve won best decorator and card maker for two hundred years in a row.”

Guillermo side eyes you in honest amazement, “Wow that’s a lot of years. And cards.”

“I know. I was an artist in the 12th century but my no good terrible good for nothing piece of garbage trash sexist human husband, who I was forced to marry when I was only sixteen, took all the credit for my artwork in that era.” You confirm with a growl, “But it stings less because once I finally grew into my powers and strength at eighteen I simply made his untimely demise look like an accident.” You add with a smirk.

“Oh, wow.” Mutters the intrigued familiar.

“Precisely. The old fool was thrown off his horse because I told Philip, the horse, to throw him off. And he did. Which killed the idiot so I got the house and all of his money.”

“That’s......neat.” Mutters Guillermo as he shoots the camera crew from behind you and him a nervous look. “Uh the suns going down so I should probably help Nandor out of his coffin.”

Raising your head to the sky you immediately see how the sun has begun to paint the clouds in beautiful colors of oranges, reds, light pinks, and darkening purples. “Oh, how bout that. Yeah alright let’s get inside.” You nod to Guillermo before turning to walk towards the manor’s giant mahogany doors.

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Turning the handle and walking a couple feet into the large main room that holds itself as a sort of crossroads for all the other various connecting hallways and staircases. You don’t make it even three more steps towards the left ascending staircase before you hear the highly recognizable voice of your one and only.

“Y/N! My lovely wife and favorite person still ever so lovely!” Announces Nandor loudly with a grand smile showing off his pearly white fangs, “How I have missed you and your morning kisses. Where have you been off to?” He wonders softly as you smile a big dumb love-struck grin right back up at him, you’d absolutely die to hear that accent one last time.

“I can’t tell you right now it’s a secret!” You whisper yell back, causing his thick dark brows to scrunch up in confusion.

“But I am your lovely strong puff dragon Y/N.” Whines Nandor adorably as you roll your eyes at the cameras before looking back up at him.

“Fine. Come here then.”

In an instant he’s at your side, excitedly awaiting what secretive news you will tell him, “Okay, so we know it’s Nadja’s birthday tomorrow right?”

“Yes. I remember because she hasn’t shut up about it.”

“Right. So me and Gullimero got some fun surprise birthday party decorations and they’re in the attic and we can’t tell Nadja.”

Nandor gives you a knowing look of affirmation as he leans in closer to you, his demeanor suddenly shifting into a more saddened one, “You went shopping without me?” He says quietly.

Leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek your hands instantly find his, “Just for a little while, but I still need to find more stuff so....you wanna come?”

Nandor’s big dark eyes light up with joy as you hand him a kind smile, “Yes! Let us go in search of unknown treasures for our lady friend Nadja so she will not be mad at us for terrible dull gifts of friendship.”

Laughing you give his hands a playful squeeze, “Come on I’ll race you to Party City!” You say before leading him past the camera crew and Guillermo who simply watches the two of you leave, glad to have an hour of peace.

“There’s a whole city for partying? Y/N why have we never been to this place?”

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“Y/N there are no people partying here.” Whines your vampire lover in puzzlement as he follows you from the entrance to a side isle. “You said this was a city for partying.”

“That’s just the name of the store Nans.” You retort with a small chuckle as he looks from right to left at all the color coded party plates and napkins galore.

“Well the title is very misleading.”

“Agreed.”

Turning to the right you guide him towards the decretory pirate themed isle in search of something that will peak his interest. Also you wanted so badly to make it to this spot but Gullimero was a man on a mission so your intention was thwarted for when you had Nandor with you.

Speed walking down the pirate themed isle you quickly halt all movement as Nandor’s large body stops within less than an inch from your back. Smiling brightly you snatch the desired object in front of you and as swift as a cat turn to face him.

“Have you come for a dual my old enemy?” You speak slyly, eyes narrowed as you hold the foam sword right in front of his face. “I sense a nervousness about you. Tell me, are you ready to face your inevitable bloody end?”

Staring at the pointy foam, his dark puppy eyes shift over to you as an adorable fangy grin breaks out across his pale face, “Seems you have come prepared, oh radiant and alluring seductress. Well, so have I!” Shouts Nandor before grabbing two foam swords from off the rack and swinging them in both hands like a mad man.

Taking a cautious step back you hold your pathetic five dollar sword in both hands like a true warrior ready for battle, “Only one shall leave this place alive.” You affirm with a smirk, “And it’s not going to be you.”

“Arrrrrggg.” Bellows your lover as he charges you like the true conqueror that he once was. But all to soon do you swiftly duck under his arms and swat him over his stomach with a confident thwack sound.

He makes a puny little “oww” as you turn around to face him once again, “Y/N you hit me kind of hard.” He complains, looking rather defeated and genuinely hurt that you could have intentionally injured him on purpose.

Bringing the plastic weapon down to your side once again, your face suddenly softens as you walk over to him, “Come here you big baby.” You quip sincerely as he leans down so you can give his cheek a quick kiss.

Rising back to his full height, Nandor almost blushes as the corners of his eyes crinkle into a happy smile, “Actually it didn’t hurt at all I just wanted you to kiss me.” Reveals the vampire with a proud grin as you simply roll your eyes.

“Should have known.” You add before turning and snatching up four more plastic foam pirate swords for the others. “Alright let’s get outta here, follow me my love, to the checkout line we shall purchase our weapons of war and partying on the high seas.” You announce with gusto as Nandor stands proudly at your side, ready to follow you anywhere.

“Yes. To check out.”

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Kicking open the unlocked door, Nandor bursts into the vampire residence with bags full of goodies for Nadja’s birthday party. You right behind him but less dramatically, “We’re back!” You shout to no one in particular as Colin Robinson suddenly appears from out of nowhere, looking ready to leave with his funny little hat and usual beige jacket.

“Oh hey guys,” He starts with a friendly nod, “I’m just heading out on the town tonight. I guess there’s a fair or something in the park and I wanted to test my skill at the ball toss. I’ve been reading up on the body mechanics and how the game is set up which seems pretty basic all in all. Also I really want to win a stuffed bear this time, it might add a little pizazz to my room. Welp see ya’round.” Adds Colin before walking past the two of you without another word and out into the night he goes with some of the camera crew following close behind.

Nandor turns to you with a look of annoyance, “Jeesh I thought he would never leave. Let’s go to your room I want to kiss you some more now.”

“Why my room?”

“Because since you are half vampire you get to sleep in a bed and because I am a full vampire I sleep in a coffin.” Inquires Nandor while looking at you with those big beautiful dark eyes of his, “And my coffin is too small for cuddles so your room will suffice.”

“Yeah that’s a fair point.” You shrug before following him to your room.

After many cuddles leading to other more rated R type activities that lasted until just about sunrise, you finally got some well needed rest while the sun shone high in the sky until she began her dramatic descend back into oblivion. Opening your eyes you slowly rise from out of your comfy bed, already missing the presence of your obsidian eyed lover.

He gets too nervous about your closed windows for fear that the sun might burn him which would be impossible because you black out the glass. But alas, he’s very cautious about these types of things and won’t risk it for anything, though he feels bad about leaving you in the morning, you understand.

Suddenly it dawns on you that today or perhaps tonight, is Nadja’s birthday and you completely forgot to set up any decorations. Shit, how stupid. Throwing the blankets off of you, your feet move quick as you speedily change yesterday’s outfit for something a bit nicer and more clean.

Racing out of your room and into the dimly lit manor hallway, you make a bee line for the attic but before you’re able to reach the steps, Guillermo runs into you, just about knocking you into a wall of various stolen ancient weapons. Sharp ones at that.

That was close.

“Y/N are you okay!” Worries the familiar as you quickly gather your bearings.

“Guillermo! The decorations! Nadja’s birthday!” You whisper yell as the human man simply smiles. “Why are you smiling, this situation does not call for smiles.”

“Don’t worry. While you were sleeping I set up all the decorations.” He replies with a shrug, “No problem.”

“What? But that must have taken you all day, you could have asked me for help. I would have come.” Your brows furrow as he shakes his head, though you still feel bad for not helping with anything.

“Well I did try, but um,” Gullimero awkwardly clears his throat, giving the camera a quick glance, “Nandor was with you and last time I asked for you while you and him where having alone time he threatened to carve out my eyeballs and force feed them to me.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance you take a deep breath, “Sounds like him. Very creative when he wants to be, alright, well....where’s everyone?”

“Oh, they’re not up yet. I was actually on my way to get you. I made blood popsicles and the pool floaty is all done and in the pond.” He says with a sense of pride for his decorating skills. “I think she’ll like what we’ve come up with this year.”

-

Standing in the living room with your three fellow immortals you search a dresser for her card, “Oh shit where’s my card? I could have sworn I had it yesterday on my dresser but I don’t remember seeing it there in the morning. Maybe it’s in this one?”

“Witches!” Hisses Nadja as you huff in frustration, where the hell did you put that damn card?

“Oh, Y/N my love,” Intervenes Nandor with a gentle tug of your sleeve, “I took it with me when I left your room before sunrise because I wanted to put my name on it too so she would know it’s from us.”

“What?” Replies Lazlo dramatically, “Now hold on just a damn minute, this card competition is individually scored so I won’t be having any of this nonsense. I worked really hard on mine this year.”

“Oh lick a donkey’s arse, look here,” You retort with, quickly holding up the card for Nadja, “there are two separate drawings on ours so either way if one of us wins she gets both our pictures. So you better hope your drawing doesn’t resemble a night clubs bathroom wall.”

“Yeah.” Mutters Nandor, who’s hiding behind you while resting both hands on either one of your shoulders as you glare at Lazlo.

“Fine.” Agrees Lazlo begrudgingly, “And mine will be amazing, this bitch of paper took me a whole six months to plan and produce. Can’t get quality this good anywhere else I guarantee it.” Adds Lazlo with a firm nod of self approval as you glance at the nearby camera.

“Right, okay everyone sit it’s time for presents. I want to know what you all got me.” Beams Nadja excitedly as she smiles a fangy grin in delight, plopping herself down in one of the arm chairs. Lazlo quickly finding the other one while you and Nandor seat yourself on the large couch. Colin and Guillermo finding somewhere to sit close by respectfully.

“Well, all I can say is hold onto your socks my dear cause this is going to blow you away.” Smirks Lazlo as he pulls a small box from out of his jacket pocket.

“If it’s a self made business card that says invitation to sexy town I will puke.” You deadpan while Nandor laughs from beside you, causing Lazlo to lose his smirk as Nadja hides her amusement the best she can manage.

“He he, sexy town, nice one Y/N.” Mutters Nandor with a proud grin as you raise a brow at Lazlo who’s giving you a hard glare.

“Oh, my dear pumpkin pie love, don’t listen to Y/N I will love anything you gift me.” Encourages Nadja with a bright welcoming smile, no doubt immediately boosting Lazlo’s once irked mood.

Rolling your eyes you shift a bit to find yourself leaning into Nandor’s body as Nadja opens up the rest of the vampire residents various gifts. A joyous fangy smile gracing her pale features every single time, revealing this birthday party was a thrilling success.

After much more fun that just about lasts throughout the whole night, and some rare but hilarious attempts at dancing between the five of you vampiric individuals. You’re feeling rather sleepy and you can tell Nandor is ready for a trip to dreamland as well.

Swaying to the lowly playing record instrumental, you hold Nandor tight while simultaneously enjoying the feeling of him so close, him doing just the same as he keeps you firmly pressed against his chest. His long dark hair tickles your face as he presses his head to your cheek, doing his absolute best to keep the flow without tripping up.

Sensing his growing fatigue, you gently squeeze his hand, “My love the sun will be up soon, let’s get you to bed, yes?”

A small lazy smile tugs at the corners of his lips while he looks down to meet your gaze, “But my dark angel I’m not tired. I want to dance with you a little longer.” He whines adorably before failing to conceal a big yawn.

Giggling, you lean back to slowly lead him towards the door, “That yawn says otherwise.”

“That wasn’t a yawn Y/N, I was just smiling really big.” He protests, though he still follows your lead to the door.

“I’ve never seen anyone smile like that.” You add with a raised brow.

“Well maybe that’s just how I smile.”

Letting out a breathy snort, you pull away from him to at last take his one hand, “Come. I can’t have a single ray of that dreaded sun to get a taste of your precious skin. Not on my watch.”

Glancing at the closed front door, Nandor squeezes your hand, “Well um, now since you’ve mentioned the sun...I think I’d like to go to my crypt now.” He says, the flash of worry crossing over his face for only a brief moment.

“You sure? I mean a sunrise is pretty beautiful if I’m being honest and I know you never get to see them...”

“Not funny Y/N. And not fair, you know I can’t because I am full vampire.”

“And you’re missing out.”

“And I’d like to stay alive Y/N.”

“Aren’t you dead?”

“Yes and I am your only husband so I need to stay not burnt to a crisp.”

Chuckling, you follow him down the hallway, “Oh really? Don’t want me finding myself with another vampiric lover? Some new beast to sweep me off my feet and take me away into the night.” You tease.

Side eyeing you, he frowns, “No. Don’t I sweep you off your feet?”

Stepping into his crypt you stop him with your hand against his bicep, “Always.” You whisper sincerely with a quick wink, causing him to break out into a big fangy grin.

“Good. And if anyone would try and whoo you I would make sure there would be no more whooing again!” Exclaims Nandor, making the candles rise in flame for only a short second at his rise in emotion for how much he loves you.

“I don’t doubt they would fall by your blade. Not for a second.”

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What if Mc was a person who don't take shit from anyone, demon human or Angel, and just was this small sassy piece of dynamite? How’d everyone react?

MC who takes no shit - brothers + undateables

Satans pact and chapter 16 spoilers

Lucifer:

So you've chosen death

This man can't even handle the smallest sign of defiance

an actual bitch boy

"You are here because you were picked to attend, you were listed to be under my care, this is MY house! You follow MY rules-"

"hold that for a second, I'm calling Dia."

He's so easy to rile up

You feed off his quick temper, he makes it too easy

But he deserves it

Too many times he thinks he can just control you and his brothers

You've cut Mammon down from the ceiling, when faced to Lucifer you just handed him the rope

"If you want someone to hang so much, do it yourself, old man, it is your fault after all - if you didn't leave your cursed valuables lying around Mammon would of never tried to steal them and get himself cursed."

Mammon:

He both scared of you and in awe of you

He's surprise you're still alive at this point

Of course you're alive, the great Mammon is looking after you

You have definitely called him out for being a tsundere

"So, you wanna make out or do you wanna keep yammering on?"

"I- You can't just be saying that to demons!! Why would I wanna kiss some human-"

"Kay, I'm going to go see if Levi wants to-"

"WAIT! DON'T DO THAT!"

Whenever he steals something from you or the others, you go on a man hunt

"Sell your own stuff! You always have something new in there! or are you that scummy and bad with money you need to steal off others ?"

Please have some mercy with him

In general, finds your sassy attitude interesting, always wonders what the new comment or roast will be

Levithan:

Scared and in awe but times it by 10

Is mostly terrified because you make him upset

Didn't expect to be called a guilt tripping bitch

"You're busy? I get it, I mean - why would you ever want to spend time with someone like me? I'm just some nobody, a yucky otaku who no one wants to be around-"

"I get having a low self esteem but shitting on yourself at EVERY given chance and then go on to be about how yucky and worthless you are when I just wanna spend time with someone else?! You can fuck right off!"

He thinks you're a delinquent, has gotten you a cool jacket so you can put it over your shoulders

You can pat him on the back for at least being able to stand up for himself, he's always ready to brawl and never shys away from calling his brothers out

Always lets you wear his headset and just watches as you cuss and sass any petty player

Satan:

It seems you keep choosing death

You wanna get sassy and back talk the literal embodiment of wrath????!

So - do you want be buried or cremated?

You take none of his shit

He respects it just as much as he hates It

We all know he has good control over his anger but there's a limit on how much of your attitude he can stand

"You're so petty, do you have to be a smart-ass about everything?"

"that's rich coming from the guy who threatened to cut off my limbs because I wouldn't make a pact wth him."

When he doesn't respond you just nod to yourself, checking your nails

"Yeah that's what I thought."

If he needs to come up with a good come back he always asks you

Sits back and watches you argue with Lucifer

Asmodeus:

He loves it until you call him out

Didn't expect to get psychologically profiled

"At first I thought you were just a narcissist but now I see you're just a Insecure man who placed his value on his looks and how people perceive him-"

" You can't seem to handle any type of bad press about you-"

"Oh? Did you make yourself look bad then blame it on someone else because they just wanted to do what they please? Oh boo hoo!"

You could end this man's career with a single word

But, if you're 'no shit' attitude is targeted to someone else? He's all over it

Will sigh dreamily and watch you chew Someone out

Unless you get super roasty and rude - he encourages you to talk to him with an attitude

"You're so hot when you talk like that~"

Knows you aren't all sass, he definitely enjoys your more softer side

Will invite you to a sleep over so you two can gossip and rant over a bottle of wine and do a mini spar

Beezlebub:

What prompted you to be this sassy? He's baby!

I mean, he did throw a fit when you ate his custard and destroyed your room

Sure, constant hunger is painful but he can survive without one custard

Yeah- he can be up for roasting and being chased out

"You've told me you literally want to eat me! How is that comforting?! You're hunger tantrums are already bad enough but now I know I could be on the menu?"

"No thanks! Do the hokey pokey and turn your goofy ass around!"

Has a habit of being your stool, he doesn't mind really, finds it pretty adorable actually

You're so small compared to demons so when a gym jock is being rude about you or Beel

You just snap your fingers and he'll sit down, hunch over and put his hands over his head

You'll just step on his palms (you take off your shoes angrily whilst telling the jock demon to not move an inch) and just go off

He understands where alot of your cusses come from, he agrees with you and feels guilty on his behaviour

Really likes it when you stand up for him; normally no one does that because he's such a big guy

Belphie does it but things can be abit disheartening when your twin Is the only one rushing to help you

Belphegor:

You know what? Understandable, please, fire away

Just keep making jokes and references to all the bad things he's done

He needs to be put in his place

The dude has literally killed you! If you weren't going to give him an earful when you recovered then what was the point?!

This man is one of many bastards in this school

Either watches you go off on people or sleeps mid arguement to stop hearing you call him out

"I'm innocent, I haven't done a single thing wrong in my life."

"wELL-"

He will always respect you for looking out for his twin, when he can't do anything he always looks to you to step in

Has held things out of your reach just to watch you get mad

UNDATEABLES↓

Diavolo:

You've chosen a fate worse than death at the cost of sassing a pure man

He gets upset but is very understanding, it's his companions who will handle your fate

I honestly, CANNOT, think of a reason you'd want to be sassy or rude to him

If it's just in general and not meant to offend him; he thinks it's very attractive

You've got a silver tongue and able to make a comment without much thought

Very impressive

His type is Lucifer very simple

You'd call him out for letting dangerous behaviour happen at the school and putting loads of faith into Lucifer

Perhaps point out how reckless inviting humans to a demon realm - who could easily be killed if they don't have an escort with them at all times

But other than that? He's safe

Barbatos:

He is your executioner

He can handle a jab

But he will remind you he was the one who saved you if you get too out spoken with him

that only gets him more cussed out though

"So you're aware of pretty much every event that happens, Right?"

"You could say that."

"Then shouldn't you use those abilities to then help anyone and stop all sorts of tragedies?"

"My Lord has stopped me from using my powers freely."

OKAY THAT'S SOMETHING YOU CAN CUSS DIA OUT ON

In general, you just make comments about how vague he is

He's too mysterious that it's just ridiculous

You want to get to know him but he just gives you that smug look and amused laughter

Solomon:

Can you really be blamed for being Sus of him?

He's so suspicious, for what?! For what reason?!

He doesn't like being called old? Depending how disrepectful you wanna be, you like to use the nickname "Grandpa Solo"

"I'm surprised you aren't actually some evil Wizard trying to get the brothers pacts so you can be the most powerful human alive and take over the Devildom."

"Who says I'm not?"

He's witty and smug

You're sassy and explosive

You're a duo that should be feared

The two powerful humans banding together? I'm sure there's a website on the two of you with theories of your evil plans

Simeon:

Finds your attitude delightful!

Didn't want his kindness to annoy you but it did, sometimes it is a crime to be Too nice

His favoured company are all sassy bastards so it only makes sense he likes you very much

"You gave them bangles that made them into SAINTS! that's fucking weird! And you had them turn into angels despite the fact they have truama from heaven!"

as mischievous as Simeon can be

His angelic nature really does pop out alot

"aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you want to go ape-shit?"

"Of course not, there's no need but thank you for worrying about me, I know I can seem force and strange to you but I really do enjoy being kind to others."

"disgusting."

Almost fought him during the TSL event; you didn't expect him to do a 360 and become super strict

Despite your hard shell you care alot about the people you're close with and can't stand to see them upset

Luke:

It appears you're trying to throw hands with a 10 year old

He does seem demonphobic

Why are you always denying your true feeling??!! Just admit you like demons!

You try not to swear and be outwardly rude Infront of him

But sometimes this little boy really tests your patience

"Okay species-ist."

Is your main response when he's being a tsundere

He's the one who's the safest from your attitude