#probably good for kids to see more than anything so there's that top mark for it

[moneymartin]

nika hcs? anything tbh…… maybe things she’d do in a relationship! :)

gf!nika hcs ✧.*

warnings: suggestive content and smut at the end under the divider :p

afab!r

a/n: anonie this is so kyoot thank u 🥸 kind of long?? i got carried away 😣

my beautiful croatian baby where do i even start with you…

this girl is the definition of ALL THE FIVE LOVE LANGUAGES

defff loves having conversations. could talk to you for hours on end and never ever get tired of hearing you talk

long talks = a good relationship w her

you two 100% play basketball together

promises to go easy but goes absolutely batshit crazy on you when shes playing defense

will literally break your legs if she has to just so she can score when shes on offense

when you guys go to the gym you spot her sometimes and her shirt always rides up andddddd and

ok what i’m saying is you love her abs

they’re great.

LOVES being touchy

esp in public… has no shame whatsoever and isn’t ashamed of it

keeps her hands on yours, grabs your arms, or always holds your thigh when she has the chance

also really super possessive and protective over you. if she sees someone staring at you for more than a second she’ll start to make out w you in front of them so they scram

hugs you in front of them too with her head over your shoulder so she can stare them down while you’re incredibly oblivious to what or why shes doing it 😭

she marks you up in easy to see places so ppl know that you’re taken…

also gave you a bracelet or necklace with her initial on it and a heart charm or something like that😇

when you guys cuddle shes 100% big spoon no debate abt it

loves seeing you all tired she thinks its adorbs 😢

plays with your hair while you try to fall asleep or does it while you’re on the phone trying to sleep

but if she’s in a really bad mood she’ll switch and be lil spoon

makes you scratch her back so she can relax before she sleeps

and you gladly do it!!

love love lovess doing the little things for you

if you’re sick she will cook you up something good asfk for breakfast in bed

babies you the whole time too cause she can’t help herself ☹️

when she’s at an away game and you can’t make it she has this little notepad and writes love letters on them for every day she’s gone (iykwim)

i feel like she’d spoil you too !

mention one small thing and she’s already ordering it off of amazon

if you mention an artist she’s buying you tickets to their concert already 🙇‍♂️

new clothes like every week i swear

acts of service is her thang too

will do the dishes or the laundry whenever you need her to

she doesn’t even say no either like she’ll stop whatever she’s doing and will do what you ask

drives you all over the place even if its in a wholeee different state 🥲

when you can’t make dinner she’ll do it for you

i feel like she’s also very open to trying new things

maybe new foods with you or new date ideas when you get bored of the reused ones

i think she’d LOVE roller coasters

thats probably the one place you two would never get bored of

cooks you croatian food 🥹

in summer she takes you there too and you get to go to all the places she went to when she was a kid there 🙁

loves talking abt her home country. she’s so proud of it

soft dom. NO DOUBT ABOUT IT.

your pleasure is incredibly important to her

she doesn’t care about what she feels, she cares about what you feel

def uses a strap i can tell… she’d use it most of the time

LOVES overstimming you though its something she can do for hours but will stop when it seems like too much and you’re practically sobbing 😭😭😭

rough unless asked to be soft and gentle

service top is what i mean

10000% cusses in croatian 😩

like she’ll be face deep in between your legs and she’s mumbling curses under her breath and its SOOO HOT

when she tops too her face will be right next to your ear and every time she moves she’s grunting something in croatian

honestly i feel like she’d be a scratcher if you ever switched it up

marks and dots of blood ALLLLLL OVER YOUR BACK

you try to show them off afterwards so she knows how pathetic she ended up becoming 😇

MY GOD

I NEEDDDD HER

[imtherain]

I Wish I Could Tell You I Love You

Welp, I was supposed to be doing homework and got caught in some feelings, so this happened. Sorry it's not the sex pollen fic, but I swear it's still coming (hah)

loganxreader

word count: 2k and I didn't really edit it/reread it so suffer

Warning? it got away from me so my original plot shifted. I used "you" as the pronouns this time. You have unspecified powers and self esteem issues, Logan is sick of your shit but Tired about it. Takes place during "logan is a teacher at the mansion" times, vaguely angst with a happy ending I guess. idk why all my Logan fics are sad/sad adjacent

[Masterlist]

[More Logan Angst] (Forced Closeness)

[More Logan but make it not angsty] (Why We Wake)

[Logan Masterlist]

Here you go

“Oh, hey, Logan,” You said as you stumbled upon him, sitting in one of the lounge rooms. You had come looking for somewhere quiet to read that wasn’t your bedroom. Why he was sitting there in the dark, you didn’t know.

He looked up at you and it seemed to take him a few seconds to figure out who you were.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Recognition finally sparked behind his eyes. You were glad you had only turned on the two small lamps in the room and nothing brighter. It was the time of day for soft light, ambient warmth to sit with.

“Want me to leave?” You offered, not really sure what was going on. Plus, you and Logan didn’t find yourselves alone very often and you were worried if you stayed, you’d say something stupid.

“No, ‘s fine,” Logan said. He looked you over, noticed you had your fancy little ereader (that he may or may not have put under the staff tree marked ‘from Santa’ for you). He noticed you were dressed way down, far more casually than you normally did in ‘public’. You were simply wearing pajama pants and a cozy top. Normally, you tried to wear ‘real clothes’ if you ever found yourself somewhere kids could potentially see you. Yet here you were, soft cotton, no jewelry or makeup or anything else. If he was a speculating man, he probably would speculate that you were wearing a soft bra underneath for some semblance of decency, but it wasn’t the one you’d been wearing earlier when he’d seen you at the staff meeting.

“Why were you sitting here in the dark?” You attempted to tease Logan. A smirk almost fought its way to his lips.

“I was just sitting here and then it got dark, hadn’t bothered to get up yet,” He explained. He stretched then, as if he just remembered he hadn’t moved at all in a long time.

You watched the way he flexed as his arms went over his head and his eyes closed with that relief that was specific to a good stretch. You hoped he didn’t catch the way your cheeks were warm when you saw his shirt ride up over his abs.

It was the age old story. You had worked at the mansion for a while now, Logan had been here longer. He was always somehow himself, even when he was getting badgered by the kids, or when Scott got on his nerves. You adored that about him, he was always entirely himself. Even if at first, you and he really hadn’t talked much, apart from pleasantries. But time passed and suddenly he shot you winks when he caught your eye from across the hall, he made sure there was a seat for you near him at dinner, he always asked you about your day, and remembered your birthday…

“You good though?” You asked. Something about how Logan seemed to reanimate when you entered the room made you worry.

“Peachy,” Logan said. “What about you? It’s pretty late for you to be wandering the halls,” Your ears got warm at the idea that he knew your schedule because he cared about you. But of course he cared about you, he was your friend. Plus, he liked to keep track of people coming and going. It didn’t mean anything.

“Yeah, I was feeling a little cooped up in my room, so I decided to find a nice little place to read until the feeling went away,” You told him. Logan hummed. “I even put a bra back on, can you believe it?” You chuckled at your own joke. Logan also knew that you refused to run around in what you lovingly called ‘a state of undress’.

“I mean, you didn’t have to do that,” Logan managed a smirk this time.

“I wasn’t about to run around the mansion with my titties flapping in the breeze,” You said before you could think about what you were saying. Logan chuckled at that.

“Is that your mutant power? Magic tits?” He asked. It had been a long standing joke that you didn’t tell Logan what your powers were.

“I mean, every baby/toddler/child I've ever cuddled falls asleep on them, so maybe,” You moved to sit in the armchair next to his. The chairs were angled together so you could still chat. You folded one leg under you and fiddled with the case on your ereader. 

“I could use some of that kind of magic,” Logan mused.

“Why? You’ve got a baby I don’t know about?” You challenged him. He looked at you for a long moment before he shrugged.

“Maybe I do,” 

“I bet Scott’s the dad,” You shot back and Logan actually snorted at that.

“You’re not funny,” 

“Your snort begs to differ,” Sometimes it was easy to be near him. Easy to simply exist as two things with beating hearts and stories they didn’t want to tell. Easy to be friends.

“I have trouble sleeping,” Logan admitted. “That’s what I’d use your magic for,” Something warm in his eyes found its way into your chest and made it hard to breathe.

Just the idea that he’d think about you in anything close to a sexual manner seemed absurd. There was no way you were his type, if your past experiences were to be believed, you were no one’s type. Anyone who had ever tried to express romantic interest, not that there had been many, gave up on the idea within a month. Most never asked for a second date.

Most never bothered with it in the first place.

“If that was my mutation, which it isn’t, I could start a whole business, don’t you think?” You try to keep the joke going, enjoying the moment too much to let it pass.

“A business? Like you’d go around and let people fall asleep on your tits?” Logan scoffed at the idea as if it offended him.

“Sure, why not. I wouldn’t have to be naked or anything, and I’d choose my clientele very carefully. If you play your cards right, I could even hire you as my like… bouncer. In case anyone got any bright ideas. I’d give you… 10%?” 

“I’d want more than that,” 

“I’m not going higher than 15,” I smirked. Logan looked for a moment like he was going to roll his eyes, but all at once the mirth faded and he looked straight ahead instead. He sighed like he was trying to deflate the tractor tire in his chest at the thought of you selling yourself at all, even if it was just some stupid joke.

“Too bad that’s not your mutation then, huh?” His voice was gruff and you settled into your chair, feeling admonished.

You were sure Logan would get up and leave shortly after, he often did when the conversation around him died. But for some reason, he just stayed there, staring at the wall that made up the space of the two large windows that overlooked part of the garden. It was a beautiful night, summer not quite gone, fall not quite cold. 

But here Logan was, just stared at the wallpaper instead.

“You sure you’re ok, Logan?” You ask. You’d reread the same page three times, worrying too much about him to comprehend the story.

“Hmm?” Logan hummed. “Yeah, ‘m fine,” 

“Are you falling asleep with your eyes open?” You pressed, trying to sound like you weren’t worried.

“Come here for a minute,” His face turned to you and it almost looked like he was staring through you. Only, somehow, he was looking at you too. Like maybe he wanted to look into your head and figure out what he needed to say to make you understand. “Please,” He extended his hand to you and, while you weren’t sure exactly what it was in his voice that drew you in, you let it bring you close enough to take his hand. 

He easily pulled you from your chair and into his lap, much to your chagrin. 

“Logan!” You tried to chide him, but at the same time, it felt nice to be close to him.

“Just,” You felt him sigh as he gave into whatever demons were plaguing him. “Just let me hold you for a minute, would you?” Logan laid his forehead on your shoulder, his arms closed around you, holding you to him.

“Ok,” You whispered into his hair. Your arms folded around his neck, one hand coming up to cradle the back of his head. It felt natural to sink your fingers into his hair and scratch gently at his scalp.

Part of you wanted to ask what this was, what it meant. But you were too afraid to break the moment. Too afraid to hear him say it meant nothing at all.

But, as all things must, the moment ended anyway. No matter how much you wanted it to last and last and last.

Logan leaned back against the plush of the chair so he could look up at you. There was a soft smile on his face, like he’d finally seen the sunset he’d been waiting for. You blushed under his scrutiny.

“What?” You chuckle nervously.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Was his reply and you shook your head, knowing he didn’t really mean it. Why would he? How could he? You knew what you looked like.

“Stop it,” You were about to make some comment about how he wouldn’t be stupid or blind enough to mean that when you felt his hand move from your side to your cheek. The action paused whatever joke you were aiming to hide behind.

“No, you stop,” Logan said, almost sounding angry. But his hand on your face was gentle. “Everytime I try to love you, you shut me out, and yet you still stay here and let me do it… why?” 

“It’s easier to make jokes,” You said before you could stop yourself. “I mean, we’re friends, and you tease me sometimes, and…” Every excuse you normally told yourself, every way you’d phrased ‘of course he doesn’t want to love you’ to hurt yourself with, every joke you’d made to keep him at arms length, suddenly crumbled under the realization of what he’d said. 

“And?” Logan pressed, his hand returning to your thigh to mirror the other. You couldn’t look him in the eye, even sitting on his lap, his hands both rubbing soothing circles on your plush thighs, you weren’t sure you could face the real elephant in the room.

But something told you to face it anyway.

“And… I don’t know how to tell you I love you,” your voice was small in the dimly lit room. It wasn’t hard to pretend there was no one and nothing outside of that one old armchair you were both sharing. “I wish I did, but I just… don’t,” You added lamely. Your eyes darted up to his long enough to catch the way his entire face softened at your confession. 

“Sweetheart,” Logan’s voice was almost a moan. When you only stared at him, experiencing the horror of being perceived, he chuckled. “I want to kiss you now,” 

“You do?” You wanted to kick yourself in the head for even asking.

“Mhmm,” His hands tugged you closer, digging into the meat of your thighs just enough. You just nodded, knowing if you opened your mouth something else lame would fall out. With a smile, Logan closed the small distance between you and covered your mouth with his.

As your arms closed around him again, and the kiss deepened, you realized it didn’t really matter if you knew how to tell him you loved him. Because you could show him. In the way you teased him, in the way that you’d hold his hand after breakfast tomorrow, in the way that your face would always get warm when he looked at you too long.

In the way that you kissed him right here and right now and every day going forward if you could.

And he may have looked at you like you were the sunset he’d longed for, but the sun only ever sets so that it can rise again tomorrow. So you could always show him how much you loved him again tomorrow.

[Masterlist]

[Logan Masterlist]

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[gamblersdoll]

𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂!- 2

the words with the question stuck out more than anything. ‘are you in a relationship?’ rung through his head for weeks at a time. he could have just said no, but then, couldnt it be disrespectful to you?

shit, now he sounds delusional since you aren’t dating him.

he sat in his office most of the day, just pondering on the question and the fact that he couldnt even respond right. he also fucked himself bad when he clicks on your ‘Instagram’ and sees you in your pretty bikini top.

only just the fact you had your arm around some other man, who just so happened to be a classmate. no biggie right? couldnt be.

yet, he kept staring at you. he stares at the birthmark right on your sternum, the small birth mark in your arm and throat. he’s seen them before, but its so much different now.

shit, he was off the deep end for you. and the whole thought process of how youre only a little bit younger than him, and the scandal he could put you in since you were in a mentorship with him. he needs to save people, he wants to. yet, he’s debating on if they mean that much like you.

he also hated how hot it can get in japan, weather sitting at a ninety nine degree temperature at night. both you and him were patrolling since tokoyami was underage and couldnt be out.

thank god that he brought water though, the good kind at that.

“so uh, how was the beach, little one?” hawks mindlessly asked, looking around while you did the same.

“it was fine, it was just somewhat crowded and hot. i dont even know why i went.” you say, you reminded everyone that depending on what temperature it was outside, you could go. heat wasnt one, you hated it.

“ah, well, it is a beach.” he replied back, gathering himself back next to you. “any fun this weekend?”

“i dont know yet. probably not.” you say, shrugging it off and walking beside him. the cool breeze goes through your hair, you sighing in relief that you could at least feel it through your clothes as well.

shit, she’s free this weekend? he thought to himself, ever so occasionally side eyeing you to see if you were looking at him, were you looking at him? no. damnit.

his hands get sweaty in his gloves, him feeling like some highschool kid in love with the popular pretty girl who just so happened to give him a chance. he clears his throat and looks away from you to see anything else.

fuck, you were actually shorter than him, so you were actually a little one… which only turns him on more. he wasnt a big build, but he was still somewhat bigger than you.

“you wanna.. grab something to eat?” he asked, pointing to the ramen shop up the street and smiled. “its on me this time since you basically saved my ass yesterday.”

but you practically saved him in general.

“yeah, sure!” you say, cheerful that they’ll have so much air conditioning inside the shop. plus, youre craving a good ramen.

he also gathers that you do a little ‘happy dance’ when you finally get food. you wiggle side to side in your seat, a relaxed sigh in your throat and, your mood increases. do you even know you do this? probably not. shit, you probably do, you do this just so he can say something about you.

the fuck is wrong with me? he questions that daily, and he can only think about that one question until your body spray wafts into his nose, causing a dopamine rush to his brain and he has to stop himself from his eyes rolling back into his head.

fuck, was he some damn addict?

there’s hints of some fruit, he doesnt get what though. he also smells coconut and now hes only curious, pausing on eating his food. hes gotta know what it is, he had to. he cant just ask you because thatll seem weird. it seem creepy for your mentor asking what body spray you use.

was he actually going to find a time to sneak in and find out for himself later?

[theyluvangel]

Stray kids maknae line - how they are in bed

Hyung line has already been posted!

MDNI

Han

I can't see this man as anything other than a sub.

he could dom if you wanted him too, but he'd probably give up and let you take control eventually

he can be bratty, but he tries to be your good boy :(

he likes a mix of praise and degradation, call him your good little slut

LOVES getting pegged

edge him, overstimulate him, he loves it all

hes a whiner

may cry too

loves giving and receiving hickeys

he is so baby boy

will basically let you do anything to him

hes loud asf

he has absolutely no shame in the loud noises that come out of him

even if he's gagged he's still extremely loud

aftercare is very important

chances are he's in subspace, which means an already clingy jisung is now even more clingy

will not let you leave his side.

if you're able to clean yourselves up, cuddles need to happen immediately after

put on a movie and cuddle jisung, he will fall asleep a happy man

10/10 your best boy

Felix

i personally can't see this man as anything other than a sub, but a lot of people write him as a dom

i'll call him a switch for now

as a dom he's extremely soft, missionary is his favorite

as a sub he needs to be pampered, pillow princess all the way

but sometimes a switch clicks in him and he wants to be absolutely used

peg him until he can't walk, he wants to be ruined

I can only imagine how pretty he'd look, tears running down his freckled cheeks, long blonde hair sticking to his sweaty forehead

he definitely loves dressing up for you, in pretty lace lingerie, skirts, and bows

I think he has 3 modes

soft dom

pillow princess sub

hard sub that wants to be ruined

my man can't just choose one to stick with

for my dom!Felix lovers, he is an absolute sweetheart, missionary or spooning position

whispers praises in your ear while he fucks into you at a gentle pace

no matter if he's on top or bottom, he's clingy

needs to hold onto you at all times

restraints are only for punishments

he seems like the type to cry from pure pleasure

aftercare is vital.

clingy boy pt.2

if he was on top, he'll prioritize your cleanliness and well being first

but if he was on bottom, oh lord

he needs kind words and lots of cuddles/kisses

aftercare may take a while

he falls deep into subspace so he really needs your help to pull him out of it

11/10 my bias if you couldn't tell

Seungmin

similar to Minho, bratty dom

teases the FUCK out of you

loves edging and overstimulating you

headpusher all the way

very much into pain play

if you asked nicely he would go softer on you

but he loves seeing you beg

I think he'd be into petplay as well

gets you collars and dog ears

i think he'd like temperature play as well, mainly using wax

he'd tie you to the bed as he drips hot red wax down your body (the skin safe type of course)

loves degrading you, making fun of you, and humiliating you

may have a piss kink

aftercare is kinda lacking with this man

he doesn't really know what to do

makes sure you're cleaned up, wants to ensure you're comfortable and not in too much pain

probably puts on a movie or TV show

not a big cuddler, but aftercare is the exception

8/10 not necessarily my type

I.N

i feel like he's kinda inexperienced so he'll just go with the flow

switchy vibes???

I can see him as a dom and a sub

i feel like sex with him doesn't have a strong power dynamic

you want to ride him and be on top? Great! you want him to fuck you doggystyle? Also great!

into using handcuffs on both you and himself

lets out soft moans and groans, he probably gets embarrassed and tries to muffle them :(

needs praise and reassurance

missionary is a go-to

he loves being able to look into your eyes while he fucks you

but he also probably buries his face in your neck

HICKEYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

loves marking you up so others know you're taken

gets turned on easily, so you'll end up giving him a blow/hand job at random moments in the day

aftercare is simple

I can't see him being into anything too rough, so aftercare doesn't require a lot

cuddles+kisses+reassurance

needs to know he did good and made you feel good

9/10 its new for him

[hischierdevils]

Always Remember | N.H.

note: epilogue to the forget series

summary: let’s see what’s in store for Nico and y/n

warning: fluff

wc: 1.1K

“Do you think I'm crazy?” Nico asks his older brother, Luca as they skate around the small rink they used to frequent as kids. “It’s only been a year.”

“I think you’re crazy for her.” Luca nods as they both stop by the bench to get a drink of water. “Mama’s excited.” 

“I know.” Nico laughs. “She’s almost told y/n three different times since we got here.” He thinks back to the night the two of you arrived. You were both jet lagged and all he had wanted to do was say hello to his parents before making your way into the bedroom. You had greeted his parents warmly and sat down to talk with them even though you wanted to go to bed yourself. He loved how well you fit in with his family. 

“You’ve had the ring for months now.” Luca picks at the tape job on his stick as he talks to Nico. “Why are you waiting until tomorrow?”

Nico bites his lip. He’s always told his brother everything, but the fact that tomorrow is the one year anniversary of the two of you saying ‘I love you’ for the first time seems too personal. “It’s special to us.” He responds diplomatically. 

The next morning, he wakes up with you laying practically on top of him. Your head is resting on his right pec, your arm loosely around his waist and your right leg is thrown over both of his, effectively giving him morning wood. He kisses the top of your head and watches you sleep for a few moments.

Sensing he’s awake, you start to stir, popping one eye open to look at him. “Hi.” You mumble before closing your eye and snuggling back into his chest. 

He puts his arms around you to hold you tightly. “Hi, my love.” He chuckles and kisses your head again. “Good morning.” 

“Five more minutes.” You plead as he runs a hand up and down your side, getting dangerously close to tickling territory. 

“Ich will, dass du meine Frau wirst. Heirate mich?” He says it quickly, knowing that your German is a lot better than it was a year ago. 

You pick your head up and stare at him. “You want me to do what?” 

“We need to get up so we can go.” He takes the opportunity to press his lips against yours before sliding out from underneath you. 

You flop back down on the bed and wrap the blankets tighter around yourself. “Nico, the lake will be there tomorrow. Can’t we stay in bed and cuddle?” You pout at him and he has to look away from you before he gives in. There’s nothing he loves more than holding you, especially when you’re in a cuddly mood like this. But he’s got plans for you today.

“C’mon, baby.” He grabs your hand and gives it a tug. “I want to go today.”

“You should've thought about that last night when you were fucking me.” You huff. “I don’t think I can walk right now.” 

He can’t help the satisfied smirk that appears on his face as he thinks back to last night and all the sounds you made. “You screaming my name didn’t exactly seem like you wanted me to stop.” He laughs. 

You sit up quickly, your face beat red. “I didn’t scream, did I? Oh, god, what if your parents heard us?” You cover your face with your hands. “I can’t leave this room ever again.” 

“Y/n, they sleep on the other side of the house. They probably didn't hear anything.” You don’t look convinced so he adds, “If we hurry up we can leave before they get up.” 

He bites his lip to keep in a laugh as you spring off the bed and run for the shower. He joins you, helping you wash your hair and your back before kissing every mark he left on your body last night. “I thought you were eager to go?” You question as he keeps you in the shower much longer than you need to be.

“I am.” You both get out and get ready. He slips the ring box into his pocket while you’re getting dressed and then sits on the end of the bed to wait for you.

The nerves he’s expecting never come. Instead, he’s filled with a sense of contentment and calmness as he drives the two of you to Lake Lucerne. 

“I have something to ask you.” You say once the two of you have been in the car for a while. You look a little nervous as you play with your fingers. 

Nico’s had a smile on his face since he woke up and he can’t seem to get rid of it even as he waits for you to continue. “What is it?” 

“I want to get my IUD removed.” You bite your lip as you look at him. 

Nico furrows his brows, wondering where the question is. “Okay. It’s your choice, baby. It’s your body.” He’s gotten used to having sex without a condom but it’s not a big deal if he has to wear one again. 

“No…I want-” You tug on your hair as you try to verbalize what you want. Nico reaches over and squeezes your thigh. “I’m ready to try for a baby.”

Nico almost slams on the breaks as he pulls into the parking area. “You’re sure?” 

“Yes.” You nod. “If you are. I have to schedule the removal and I probably won't get pregnant right away…” 

Nico’s leaving over the center console and kissing you as soon as the car is in park. “Yes.” He kisses you over and over until you’re both out of breath. “Yes I want to have babies with you. Are you sure you’re ready” 

You nod and take his hands in yours. “Yeah, you asking me to marry you this morning really solidified my decision.” 

Nico’s face goes slack as he processes what you just said. “You understood me?” 

“I’ve been practicing my wedding vows in my German lessons for months.” You tell him. “Did you think I wouldn’t recognize the word wife?” 

“I love you.” He smiles and kisses you, too in love with you to be sad that his plan is ruined. “Do you want to see the ring?” 

“Yes.” You clap your hands together excitedly as he pulls the ring box out of his pocket and opens it for you. 

“It’s perfect.” You beam as he places it on your finger. 

“This isn’t what I planned.” He tells you once you’re both out of the car. He holds you close to his side as you both walk toward the lake.

“That’s okay.” You smile up at your fiance. “I’m always going to remember this day.”

[liightsout]

the blue - part one

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✯ summary: introducting mattie and adam!! both have some news to share, one being better than the other. no danny ric content in this one, but it's coming, i promise! ✯

✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc

✯ content warnings: none rlly, light swearing ✯

✯ now playing: you're on your own kid - taylor swift ✯

✯ series masterlist ✯

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May 2020 

“Mattie, are you even listening to me?” 

Looking up from her phone at her friend she frowned. She hadn’t been listening. Not even a little. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in what her friend had been saying, it was just that she had a lot on her mind.

She sighed softly “I wasn’t Adam, I’m sorry, what were you saying? Something about a new driver on the team?” 

Matilda and Adam had been friends since childhood, the pair had met on the first day of junior school. She had just moved to the small town over the summer and was starting school a complete stranger amongst all her peers.

Her mum had reassured her she’d make friends quickly, but she wasn’t so sure. Looking around the playground she could see that almost everyone already knew one another. She spent the first few hours of school that day on her own, carefully shying away from drawing too much attention to herself. 

Then came lunch break. She remembers it like it was yesterday, Adam came bounding over to her, scruffy uniform and beaming smile with a few teeth missing. He asked her if she wanted to play race cars with him. She explained nervously that she didn’t know anything about racing and he should probably ask someone else. Adam had scoffed at the idea and said that he didn’t want to play with the other kids.

Adam spent the rest of the hour lunch break explaining everything he knew about racing and telling her about his favourite driver ‘Michael Shooomacker’ and the red car he drove. 

Their friendship had lasted throughout their schooling days, all their awkward teenage phases and early adult years. It was a no brainer for the both of them to decide to move in with each other when they both found themselves in need of a home.

Rent in and around London was expensive, and there was no one on Earth either of them would rather live with. Which had proven to be a blessing when 2020 had rolled around and Covid had hit. The pair of them agreed that they would have lost their minds had they spent so many days locked inside with anyone else but each other. 

Adam had gone to University when they turned 18 and earned a degree in Mechanical Engineering, hoping to further his dream of being an engineer for one of the top Formula 1 teams when he was older. It wasn’t long before he had achieved said dream and found himself a spot on the engineering team at Mclaren.

“At least you’re honest! I said I got a call this morning from my boss,he confirmed the driver that’s going to be replacing Carlos next year. It’s Daniel Ricciardo” explained Adam, with a beaming smile.

Mattie paused trying to put a name to a face. “Which one is he?” Adam laughed “as if you don’t remember! He’s the Aussie you think is fit, the one who used to drive for Red Bull.” 

“I thought that was Mark Webber?” the girl questioned, pulling out her phone getting ready to Google the new driver her friend would be working with for the next season. Adam’s laugh got even louder “close, but not quite” he said. 

Mattie rolled her eyes and continued her Google image search. Yep, she remembered who Daniel Ricciardo was now. Adam was right; she did think he was fit. More than that, she thought he was one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen.

She looked up from her phone to the knowing eyes of her best friend “yeah I remember who he is, but anyway, irrelevant, is this a good thing for you? Are you happy?”.

Adam nodded enthusiastically “oh definitely, he’s one of my favourite drivers, getting to work with him is huge. I reckon him and Lando will be a great pairing as well, roll on 2021 as far as I’m concerned”. 

Adam had always been obsessed with Formula 1. Even from the age of 10 he had been so sure that it was the career path for him. He had spent countless hours as a teenager working in his dad’s garage and learning everything he could about cars, engines and the mechanics behind them.

This was something Mattie had always been jealous of. Not that she had also wanted to be a mechanic, definitely not that. She had been jealous of his ability to decide exactly what it was that he had wanted to do with his life, seemingly from the minute he had learnt what Formula 1 was. 

Mattie did not have the same luxury. Growing up she had toyed with many ideas about what life would have in store for her, but none that ever had really seemed to fit.

When she was 13 she had wanted to be a famous pop singer; the dream was soon crushed when a music teacher told her she could barely hold a note.

Then came fashion. She had spent a whole summer reading through every copy of Vogue she could get her hands on. Drawing up rough designs of different clothes and garments she would try and craft herself. This dream ended with a high school textiles teacher telling her that she was terrible at stitching and would never pass the class.

The list was endless, dream after dream quietly crushed by being told she would never be quite good enough. 

For a while she thought that maybe she had set her expectations too high. She wanted too much, dreamt too big. She wanted extraordinary, but needed to settle for ordinary. 

Until she had realised at the age of 17 that it had been staring her in the face her whole life. From the moment Mattie had learnt to read she had her nose in a book. She had become infatuated with literature and everything about it.

She loved that no matter what was going on around her, she could always find solace in a good book for a few hours. She loved reading about different characters who could live every life she had ever dreamt for herself. It was at the age of 17 that she decided she would study English Literature at University. 

She quickly found a job after leaving University, working for a small independent publisher. She loved her job and although she was disappointed she would never be a famous pop star, at the age of 24 she knew that it was probably for the best. 

“Well, I’m happy that you’re happy and hopefully this will be a good thing for Mclaren as well. It’d be nice to see you guys moving up in the constructors championships!” Mattie smiled at her friend who was practically buzzing with excitement at the prospect. 

“Enough about me, we’ve been talking about me all afternoon. Did you find out from your boss anymore about your job?” Mattie sighed, admittedly she had been avoiding the subject, but such was Adam that he would bring it up eventually.

She had received a call from her boss around a week ago explaining to her that due to the financial pressures Covid had placed upon the small company she worked for, that it was likely they would be liquidating the business before the month was up.

Mattie had been blissfully ignoring the issue, escaping to the dreamland in her head where everything was fine and her employment wasn’t in jeopardy. That dreamland had come crashing down around an hour prior when she had gotten an email from the CEO explaining that they were all being let go effective immediately. 

“Yeah, so, Glenn sent an email about an hour ago confirming it… bit shitty of him to do it over email, but yeah, I’m unemployed” breathing deeply Mattie held back the tears she knew were threatening to escape from her eyes.

“Oh fuck, Mattie, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe you’ve just let me sit here and tell you about all this when you’ve got this bottled inside you, why didn’t you say anything sooner? Are you ok? Do you want a hug? Or is this one of those times where if I hug you it’ll make it worse and you’ll start ugly crying? Do you want me to beat up Glenn? I’ll do it-” 

“Adam stop. I’m fine. Honestly, it sucks, and yeah I’m upset but we knew it was coming. It’s fine, I’ve got some money saved up so I’ll be alright for a little bit and I’ll start sending out CV’s to some companies and I’ve got connections now. I’ll find something, it’s just, yeah, it’s just shit” Mattie said, cutting off Adam from his rambling.

Adam was great, she knew that no matter what she could rely on him to have her back, but he did have a tendency to panic when he thought that his friend was sad.

That’s just how he was, over protective and ready to punch her boss in the face if she asked him to. 

Adam nodded, checking for signs of tears on the girls cheeks. Once he was satisfied she wasn’t going to start crying he stood up and headed for the fridge, opening the door and pulling out a bottle of rose wine he knew Mattie kept there for emergencies.

“Well, in that case, I’ll order us a pizza and what do you say we get drunk and watch a movie? I’ll even let you watch Tangled seeing as I’m such a good best friend”. Mattie grinned looking at him from the sofa. She was so glad he decided to play racing cars with her when they were kids.

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✯ authors note: hey guys! it's been a bit of a crazy couple days... as a a ferrari gal i'm still a little bit in shock and processing the news tbh. anyways, i've got like 6 days off work so i'm hoping i'll be able to post a couple updates if anyone's interested and reading. still finding my feet a bit with writing/editing again so if anyone has any (helpful) suggestions or feedback pls let me know. asks are always open and would love to chat with some of you :) ✯

[aliceismypixie]

The villain of my story ∥ Ten days granted

Summary - "The villain will always be the villain if the hero tells the story" or atleast that's what they say. No one knew why you became what you are. But you wanted your revenge on Isabella Marie Swan and you were ready to do anything to have it.

Pairing - Twilight x villain!reader

Pronoun - she/her (but can be read as a male reader or gn reader)

Warning - The reader is an immortal child, swearing, talk of kidnapping, brief mention of killing, my poor writing skill for hunting, mention blood, Edward being full of himself

Words count - 1.66k~

Set - After Breaking-Dawn Part 2

Chapter 2 - Masterlist

You were annoyed. You had Ratatouille Renesmee in your lair for five days now and honestly, she was slowly making you regret ever kidnapping her.

"So you don't want to kill me ?"

"No."

"But you want my mommy ?"

"Yes."

"Why ?"

"Because."

"Because is not a reason. Really you could have targeted someone with a family weaker than ours.".

"I have good reasons."

"What are they ? It's kind of boring here don't you think ? You should add some colors on your wall !"

"No."

"Why not ?"

"Because I say so."

"But it's boring !"

"Shut up."

"That's a bad word !!"

"SHUT THE F― oh my God, kids nowaday."

"You look younger than I though."

"I'll burn the kid today." A groan escaped your lips as you turned away to grab your coat and out on your hood.

"Imma go on a little hunt. Stay in your cage and try to find something to distract you in your tiny space." You walked out as the girl started to speak again.

"Hey, don't leave me alone ! That's not very kind !"

The moment you closed the door, you finally felt like you could breathe. How was that kid Isabella's daughter ? She was so talkative while her mother was probably the most awkward introvert you've ever got to meet. But when you were younger, people always prefered a shy introvert who loved to read than a loud extrovert who jumped on trees.

Rolling your eyes at the thought, you made your way toward the entrance of the wood and jumped on a few trees. It was always better up there, that way you could see your prey any human much better. And as if your thought summoned them, a couple walked in the forest. They were dressed in a bunch of hiking equipment so they were probably here to see the awesome view the mountain offered them once they reached the top. Sadly they would never get the chance to.

Following behind them quietly, you always vomit your dinner hearing their cringe lovey-dovey discussion. The couple was talking about their movie date a week before and it was an awkward date and also an annoying one. Because honestly, who goes to the movie theater to watch a documentary on otters ?

"I love you bug-a-boo~"

"And I love you more winnie poo~"

"No ! Me bug-a-boo !"

"Me winnie-poo !"

"No―"

"Both of you are dead now anyways." You jumped off the trees you were on and you pinned them both on the ground with your feet smoothly.

"Who am I going to eat first ?" You smirked at their horrified expression and lowered yourself before taking a deep breath.

"You love alcohol don't you ?" You asked the man and his eyes widened while his girlfriend glared at him.

"What !? I thought you stopped ?!" She claimed and you rose and eyebrow surprised.

"Man you lied to your girl ? That's kinda low." You pointed out and the woman huffed before looking away from her boyfriend and you smirked.

"She cheated on me three times with all my boys !" He claimed and you looked at the girl in surprise.

"Damn, low blow girl." You acknowledged and the girl gasped dramatically before glaring at her boyfriend or ex-boyfriend whatever.

"Both of you are dead anyways."

Screams echoed through the forest and then there were two bodies, lying lifelessly on the ground, a bunch of claw marks on their bodies along with a few burns but no blood coming out of their injuries. Their blood got drained and the bear that clawed them was already jumping from trees to trees to go back home.

On your way back, you crossed a deer drinking some water and you stopped on your track. For the past five days she was there, Renasberry didn't eat all because she was brainwashed into their weird aff vegetarian diet or because the hybrid weird kid wanted human's food. But you needed to keep her alive somehow. A silent groan escaped your lips as your eyes the deer before you and prepared yourself to kill it.

Snapping its neck was an easy part honestly, especially since you just feet, carrying it to your super villain's lair was also an easy part, opening the door though, was kind of harder. But you were a super villain so you guess what you did ? A badass kick in the door and busted in.

The weird hybrid kid named Rasputin turned toward the door in shock and you rolled your eyes before dumping the deer in her cage and creating a new fire door for your lair.

"Eat up. You're paler than your mom when she was able to be sick." You glared before turning away and the kid looked at you with a teasy grin.

"You got me some food ! It's because you care~" Renesmee teased and you rolled your eyes annoyed.

"No I don't."

"You so do."

"Do not !"

"So do !"

"Do not !"

"Do not !"

"So do !" You replied and the kid smirked at you while you realized what you just said and a groan escaped your lips once again.

"How the fuck did I fall for that stupid two year old trick ?" You muttered.

"You said a bad word !"

"SHUT UP AND EAT !"

The Cullen's household wasn't happy anymore. You know how Bella used to say that her life was a nightmare before meeting Edward because now she has a handsome rich vampire husband ? Well now she thought that her life was worse because she lost her beautiful super rare hybrid daughter.

"We couldn't find her anywhere." Jasper announced seriously as him, Emmett and Seth arrived in the living room and Edward rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Seeing his brother's reaction's Emmett felt his own anger starting to rose up. Yes, Emmett wasn't the type to get annoyed or angry, except if you won against him in video games, but he wasn't annoyed for that. No, the big bad himbo vampire was annoyed because Edward was acting like he was the only one affected by the disappearance of ReNameMe, sorry oh my goodness, your author may have a problem with Razzel Dazzel's real name, Renesmee. Edward was acting like Rosalie wasn't isolating herself in her room out of guilt and refused to face anyone. See Emmett was usually very playful. That was until his wife was hurting and everyone just ignored it.

But was Emmett McCarty Cullen the main character ? No, you guessed it. He was probably the most underrated sibling of the Cullen's family but let's not talk about that.

Reading the thoughts of his brother, Edward glared at him from his seat on the couch and scoffed.

"Well I'm sorry, if your wife would have kept a eye on my daughter we wouldn't be here !" The golden brunet expressed and Emmett growled.

"Hey ! Rose did what she could ! You should have kept on eye on Renesmee she is your daughter after all ! Don't put everything on my wife !" Emmett's eyes turned darker as he was ready to jump on his brother.

Seeing the outbrust about to happen, Alice decided to take Jasper out of the room. The empath was already overwhelmed enough by everyone in the room, he didn't need to feel the emotions of the fight as a plus. Seth followed shortly after them, believe it or not he thought of them like his second parents. Leah followed her brother obviously, leaving Esme, Carlisle, Bella, Jacob, Edward and Emmett in the living room.

"Everyone calm down." Esme tried to sooth the atmosphere miserably.

Poor woman hated to see her children hurting and she hated even more to see them fight each other. Over the past few years, it has been hard for everyone between the hunters, the newborns army, the pregnancy and all the drama following the Volturi, Esme's caring nature couldn't help but worry for her children. But people oftenly forget that she existed too. She was Dr. Cullen's wife, not Esme, just Dr. Cullen's wife, so let's not make a big deal about her and how she might feel after all those years, yes ?

"No Esme, I'm sorry but Edward here needs to know that he is not the only one being hella worried about Nessie." Jacob butt in and Edward growled at him before getting up and face the alpha.

"If you were so worried you would have run faster !"

"And if you were so worried you wouldn't have let your daughter in the guard of other people ! Especially if you're not gonna assume your mistake after it !"

"I'm going to―"

"Boys ! Please ! Don't fight each other. Not now." Bella begged and the two turned toward her pleading eyes before getting off each other.

Like usual, Bella was the peacemaker between the two boys. Were they supposed to be adult now ? Yes they were. But the main character is the hero in every situation am I not right ? So let's make Bella act like the perfectly not-awkward-anymore-super-powerful-vampire-newborn main character that she is.

"Emmett, go check on Rosalie yes ?" Carlisle told his second son who simply huffed before being taken out of the room by his adopted mother.

"Edward, I know that you're frustrated but we're all soing our best to find her. And Jacob, I know that your imprint link makes you act up but we need to calm down and sit to think about a way to get Renesmee back without any harm." Carlisle announced when suddenly Seth ran back into the room, a familiar type of half burned letters in hands and a horrified expression on his face.

"Carlisle ! This was by the entrance of the wood. The child's sent is all over it." The young shifter exclaimed and Edward snatched the letter from his hands before that his expression fell and the words of the letter rolled off his tongue.

"'Fighting each other for five days, losing her more for five days. You had ten days granted. Tic, tac, fire and flames'."

Chapter 4

[jeffgerstmann]

So apparently AEW pays well and that's bad?

I know a couple of current WWE folks who definitely got better contracts simply because AEW existed and, thus, created a world where people might jump ship and go somewhere else.

But yeah, I don't know, people are fuckin' crazy. That said, with all of the recent free agent talk going around and that article that is all "WWE needs to look in the mirror about why they keep losing free agents to AEW," I think that's a little off the mark.

Like, yes, in a theoretical, big-picture kind of way the WWE should probably ask themselves why people would want to work anywhere else. And they can chalk it up to "well, we've had some negative press lately" or "this person just didn't want to work as many dates" or whatever. Each case will be different. But I think in the three recent cases cited, there are very real life reasons why none of those three would go with WWE. It's great that the offer from AEW was better and, honestly, I think those signees will easily find more success in AEW than they would in WWE.

Like let's not kid ourselves here: WWE could have offered Okada a fuckton of money, but would he actually make a meaningful mark in the WWE? He'd come in, the announcers would have to spend a ton of time educating the audience on why he matters because most of their audience doesn't watch anything else, and he'd probably just end up being the next foreign heel. The types of great matches he had in NJPW aren't really the kinds of things that WWE is looking for or especially needs more of. They'd probably rush him into a main event program for three months or so and then do something embarrassing with him. He'd be tagging with Nakamura in a team with a vaguely racist-sounding name or something shitty like that. He'd be another amazing performer in search of a meaningful storyline and the WWE's midcard is fucking stuffed full of guys like that right now. He'd be losing to Karrion Kross by Survivor Series.

Tack on the notion that WWE's business is doing really well and they're selling tickets everywhere they go and inventing new, more evil forms of revenue all the time and it's easy to see that WWE doesn't need Okada. They need to be making sure that they have a fresh crop of young talent ready to take over when the current headliners fall off or move on. At 36, Okada isn't quite that guy.

However, Okada is a great fit for AEW and its audience. Too good, actually. I mean I don't think he'll be a "needle mover" on the ratings because anyone in this country who knows who Okada even is already watches AEW. They're super-serving their audience. They're "building golden toilets" for their fanbase. As someone who really likes that shit, I'm stoked. But the weirdo ratings nuts online who live and die by television ratings are melting down over "is Okada a draw or not" or something. And I think it'd probably be obvious to anyone who really sat down and thought about it that Okada wasn't ever going to drag in a whole new American audience.

I'd say mostly the same thing about Ospreay. He'd become the leader of the Catch Wrestling Crew or whatever the fuck they're called now.

The other thing I'd say is that, over time, a better program will probably attract a larger audience. So AEW's programming is better by way of these new signings. They're great performers and I think they both have the ability to be super big in the US for years to come, provided they're working somewhere that plays to their strengths.

Bringing Sasha Banks over to AEW has a chance to bring in new audience since she had a level of fame here in the States already and, hey, maybe fans of hers weren't already watching AEW. It's possible! Punk did it, right? We'll see. That might immediately make her more valuable than Ospreay and Okada. That said, there are already a ton of women that I'd love to see more of on AEW TV, so inserting another star at the top of that division kinda rubs me the wrong way.

Either way, I think these three specific cases are, well, specific enough that trying to use this to claim that WWE is "losing out" on this free agency stuff is probably wrong. They know how much they're willing to spend on an individual talent, they've been at this long enough to have a pretty good idea how some of these people are likely to monetize once they get there, and they're simply not going to overspend on any talent anymore because they're really focused on trying to bring in new talent and raise them up through their system. For all we know, AEW overspent on all three.

But they aren't spending my money, so fuck it! It's awesome! I only get mad when the people I want to see are locked behind the ROH paywall. Like Athena! Put her on real TV, she's fantastic! What the fuck!

[lightwise]

TBB S3E6 Reactions

Alright, in lieu of an analysis this week, you guys get some extra long reactions from me. Spoilers for Infiltration under the cut!

- Pantora: These onion-top spires are very cool.

- Nice poncho Rex but we can all see those tally marked scratches peeking out from underneath it.

- The Clone X theme hits HARD even when it’s only the first notes of it

- GS-8! Senator Singh! Howzer! Man the Kiners weren’t kidding with the Leo meme

- Okay Senator Singh maybe if you’ve been in hiding you shouldn’t be wearing your native cultural garb in case you stick out 🤓

- Tea?? Riyo?? I wanna have tea with her ☺️ also I want that teapot haha

- Always love the political aftermath of the clone wars and the humanizing of the separatist movement

- Singh has a little helmet recorder like Tech does…interesting

- One clone X boy coming up

- RIP Greer

- Rex is 🔥 catching that grenade…thankfully not literally

- Stripey helmet—that’s Nemec or Fireball, right??

- It really took 3 stuns to get that CX to drop. What has Hemlock been doing to them?? Are they pumped up with something to give them more endurance?

- Fireball mention!! So that’s Nemec with them.

- Wow Teth is gorgeous. I would not have remembered what this outpost means to Rex if it hadn’t come up during the trailer

- A clone base!!! This is SO FREAKING COOL (and has so many implications for the fic I’ve been writing)

- What is with the little knee socks on these bodysuits. They just look so silly

- Although Howzer’s extra pouches are also up there for hilarity points

- Ew they yanked out his tooth

- “You’re still one of us” is he though? Is there anything original left in there?

- Part of me feels like Scorch has been brainwashed too.

- “Why have I been activated” lmaoooo grumpy boi

- Internal homing device?? Greatttt

- How Rex says Tantiss 🥺

- Howzer ready to throw some hands (first of many)

- Rex’s face when he’s worried about Omega 🥺🥺🥺 he just wants to protect her and the Batch

- This is the story of Omega and her toothpick 🤣🤣

- Crosshair shaking his head at her even though he probably gave it to her 🤣 (also dear lord how does he look SO PRETTY here nursing that toothpick with his eyes glowing in the dark. Ugh I can’t with this man

- Gregor mention!

- Man Echo is not wanting to answer Hunter’s questions lol

- Omega is approaching her teen years now, Hunter. Of course she’s going to be copying her emo big (little) brother. He looks both glad that they’re bonding and also worried that they’re the reason Rex needs to talk to them.

- Still think Rex looks naked without his pauldron. I do love the detail that the paint on his shoulder underneath it would be much brighter and less worn than everywhere else, though

- “Good to see you, Rex” 🥹

- Hunter and Crosshair’s little glance.

- “Interesting contacts” what the heck does that mean Echo?? What have you been doing acquiring illegal weapons parts?? I mean they’re not illegal but they’re not exactly the norm either

- Their little salutes 🥹

- Lil stealth bomber jet vibes on this ship. Yes I will admit that looks like the Tech Turn as he touches down

- “You’re gonna have to back down Captain” the boys are so back. Only Hunter gets to mess with his brother and vice versa

- Lol everyone thinking that if you’ve been on Tantiss you automatically have the coordinates of where it’s located. Hemlock’s too smart for that, guys

- Crosshair looking solely at Hunter when he says “I’m not loyal to the Empire any longer” 😭😭😭 like his approval and understanding is the only one that matters

- Poor Omega does not want to talk about what she’s been through 💔

- Kind of surprised they don’t know what M-count means but it also makes sense. Obviously Rex has heard it mentioned from Anakin or Ahsoka but they don’t know the implications

- Okay, Rex, for the rest of this episode—I love you but WHERE are your security measures???? How does CX just waltz right in the front door and you don’t even have an alarm or key code or anything???

- Gregor canonically cooks!! Looking at you DJ 😄

- Crosshair’s description of the CX program is TERRIFYING. He can barely make himself talk about it. He was close to becoming one of them?? How is he walking around with all that knowledge and Hemlock didn’t wipe his mind if it? None of this is good. My poor boy.

- Gosh Rex sounds so tired.

- Crosshair sounds TERRIFIED.

- How does CX run so fast?

- Interesting that they give the woozy perspective of the other CX as Crosshair comes into the room

- Okay let me reiterate for you all—Crosshair is absolutely terrified here. Similar to Tech, this man is almost unflappable. If he’s scared they all should be hightailing it immediately. What the hell has Hemlock done to these clones??

- Does the CX truly recognize Crosshair? And why would Hemlock still use the designation “brother” as part of their programming? All this mind control stuff is making the chips look like child’s play

- Okay but in all seriousness, what if most of the clones being put through the undercover program still have their chips installed and those somehow can be reactivated or enhanced again? Crosshair does not, therefore it’s much harder for Hemlock to persuade him

- That sniper shot was insane. As was that creepy laugh.

- Some of the dialogue in these episodes is feeling unnecessary. Omega pointing out where shots are coming from is a little obvious

- Fireball 😢😢😢 at least you lived up to your name

- And goodbye monastery

- Woooooolffeeee. Armor as amazing as always. What the heck has he been up to to get put on missions like this. We’re one step closer to getting the old man Seelos gang together.

[sharpth1ng]

More (mostly) Younger Billy and Stu hcs

- Billy and Stu fighting each other and probably others with sticks they found in the playground - got in trouble a lot for that

- My guys would come home with dirt and leaves all over them, especially stu

- Billy had a growth spurt first and was taller than Stu at one point but then Stu had a growth spurt and it pissed Billy off that Stu got taller than him again

- Stu chewing the classes pencils where they’d have bite marks all over them when other kids used them

- They are both shit at rubiks cubes but they’re both very good at climbing trees

- Billy’s pretty good at creating shit with legos without instructions, at least when he was younger

- Stu’s been a really good roller skater from a young age and would have his own pair of skates he’d go around with. Like it was a childhood hobby of his. I think he would try to impress billy or something with his skills too.

- I don’t think billy would have been seen as a “gifted kid” type of autistic that many are. I think he’s probably the type to be pretty average throughout all of school (me too, buddy), but also be super good with shit he does care about (ahem film special interest). He would have struggled a lot too though, especially when he was younger, and he didn’t understand why (you’re autistic, dude)

- Stu also struggled but somehow I think he was less worried? about it than billy was. Stu’s the ‘fake it till you make it’ type for a lot of his subjects. I still think he cared to some degree though.

Yeah these two were definitely play fighting CONSTANTLY. Until Billy gets pissy and starts real fighting

MESSY BOYS. I do think Stu as a child is just covered in dirt and drawn on with markers at all times.

I LOVE the concept that Billy grew first and then lost the height advantage, thats hilarious and would piss him off SO MUCH. Like this def happens right around puberty so Stu is also getting girl attention and Billy is jealous, confused, and gay.

Stu absolutely chewing pencils. I think he's just chewing almost anything that fits in his mouth.

Neither of them is going to have the patience for a rubiks cube, but yeah they're definitely climbing trees, terrifying Nancy, and throwing shit at people who walk by and cant see them through the leaves.

Billy make little rube goldberg contraptions is really cute. Spending an hour creating a masterpiece so he can hit Stu with one single marble.

Roller skating Stu is so cute, he'd def be trying to show off. I think Billy is probably not good at rolly things like that so he's probably pissy even if he's impressed.

Yeah I think Billy just doesn't have the motivation to put energy towards stuff he doesn't think is interesting. I think he would have been a decent reader because he's invested in fiction but there's no way he's paying attention in math. And yeah I think he had those childhood autism behavioural issues you get slapped with when you're undiagnosed and having meltdowns and people just call them tantrums.

I think Billy is constantly aware of the ways he's not like other kids because his social issues are more pronounced than Stu's so the fact that he's also not the the top of the class would make him feel extra inferior.

Young Stu is so hungry for attention because of his shitty parents and also is an extrovert, so I think he's more focused on the social aspects of school than the academics

[amelias-zelda-calamity-quintet]

Goddess of Secrecy & Mark of a Hero: Should You Read Both?

Ok, I know I've talked not amazingly about GoS some on this blog so far. Most of that is because I'm stuck in the middle of edits with it and so you know. My opinion of it isn't the best right now.

That said, I do still adore GoS. It's a story I'm proud of. It's a story I will be prouder of after edits. And it's a reflection of my growth as a storyteller. I'm sure the chart of what that looks like is interesting with the hiatuses mixed in there, but here we are. And on top of that, GoS was/is really well liked over on Wattpad. It is creeping up on 300,000 reads and it didn't get there for nothing. Is it big? Yeah, absolutely. It's got nothing on MoaH though in size. GoS will likely reach about 500,000 words by the time it's done with edits. MoaH hit that word count at the end of act 3 of book 2 (of 9).

That said, GoS & MoaH do share lore connections. MoaH continues GoS's timeline with the most interconnection of any of my fics (they are all generally on the same timeline, but really only GoS & MoaH focus on it). Now, MoaH is standalone, you don't have to read GoS to enjoy MoaH's lore. But. If you have read both, the lore does expand on each other. There are also easter eggs in MoaH based on GoS (a non-spoiler one is that GoS's Sages are on Hart's cards in their oracle deck). If that's something you enjoy, GoS is slowly releasing chapters in its first phase of edits onto AO3 now as well as the chapters are being edited and released on Wattpad with banners, I will be putting out announcements as we get through to the end of dungeons (~10 chapters). It is at probably its most approachable point right now as it goes through phase 1 edits. They said about the 197 chapter fic, I know, but like. It is at its smallest right now. I'm aiming to get 2-3 chapters out a week, so it's gonna add up eventually.

I like to think that GoS is to MoaH lore-wise what The Hobbit is to The Lord of the Rings. A more kid friendly, shorter, and tonally very different prequel to the main series it follows. Can you read one without reading the other? Yes. Are both expanded by how they interconnect? That's the goal. I mean, if I'm gonna put out something massive like this, I ought to at least make sure y'all get some fun out of it for reading both.

And to answer the phase 1 edits thing real fast, I realized very quickly into GoS that I was going to have to break up edits into two parts. Phase 1 is "What the fuck did I write 12 years ago" where I rediscover some of the things this brain at 16 years old thought was a good idea to write and publish. Some of these things are the reason we're putting out phase 1 immediately over waiting to get through phase 2 for releases. I don't want the original text to exist anymore. Some of it was just bad. Offensive. I mean it's offensive and I don't want that available to read for as much as I can prevent it so the Wattpad chapters have to be replaced. But also, I worked on this book for over 12 years, I forgot a lot of what I wrote and I have no notes from the entire process. So we're getting the story in order, the yikes cut out, and then we'll go into phase 2, which is:

"Ok, but some of these chapters are only 1k." Phase 2 of GoS edits aims to get the word count of chapters, minimum, up to 1.5k. Ideally, up to 2k. GoS is shorter for chapter goals, that's lower than my goals for MoaH chapters (which seems to be adding a thousand per book, but we'll see how book 3 goes), but some of these chapters in GoS barely qualified as chapters. They have plot points I think deserve the breaks! But they need more description. Less floating heads. More details. At that point, the story will be there though because of phase 1 and I will know better where they go, so phase 2 won't really add anything new plot wise, it'll just make what's there better in presentation.

As I've said previously, GoS is being backdated for its original publication, mostly for the archival process of it. It is linked on the pinned post of this blog if you wanna give it a go.

[rubin-therubix-loverofblorbos]

Hi, thanks for answering my ask, If it's not too hard can you tell me your race head canons for all the Mercs?

You're the best.

Engie: BLACK. He is not white. no. no don't look at the game. or the comics. or anything else related to engineer tf2. you cannot see that man at night. he's too much of a southern-black-mother-haver to be white. who cares about his dad, his MOM was BLACK. Polite, mildly violent when he needs to be, intelligent? His momma not white you can't change me.

Soldier: Native/Black. Mother Inuit and father African, OG last name Domoraud, got shortened to Doe through Immigration; OG first name was Amaqjuaq, but his parents had to choose a name on the spot. He has many identity issues, don't ask. Never takes off his helmet 'cause he doesn't like his monolids.Very touchy about the subject of race because where he lived was probably nearly as bad as Texas in terms of racism, feels he needs to devote every waking second to America or else he doesn't belong there. Yeah. He needs a bit of help. Has a weird accent but he hides it pretty well. Wow I rambled there...

Spy: Black/asian. Wow I really just dipped Tf2 into charcoal, didn't I? Didn't realize how many of them I Poc-ified until I put it down on paper. His mom was an asian woman, very stern, but she had a soft spot for her gender-weird kid. Dad was a black man, sweetheart, but he wasn't good at caring for people. Mother was a ballet star and taught him, he fucking mastered it. Broke his hip and disabled himself for life, but mastered it. Somehow he dramatizes it even more that it already was, and what actually happened was already halfway out a soap opera.

Sniper: Native. Māroi biological and Aboriginal Aussie Adoptive. He's Native on top of Native. Family spoke Antakarinya at home and he taught himself Māroi. Like Soldier, he has identity issues because languages and cultures get jumbled up in his head sometimes. Hates getting told he can't participate in Aboriginal activities because he isn't actually related to his parents. "BITCH? I WAS RAISED DOING THIS SHIT?" Is very passionate about his culture, especially his Antakarinya, because that is a language two breaths from death.

Scout: Black/white. LIGHTSKIN. CHEERIO-LOOKIN' MOTHERFUCKER. LITTLE E-FUCK-FEMBOY ASS. Soon as he pull out that fried chicken he's in a chick's panties. No explanation because you don't need one.

Pyro: Black. Heavy Nigerian accent, even when their speech isn't muffled people can barely understand them at times. Doesn't have the best english pronunciation, but their voice is jacked up anyways, so it doesn't matter. Fluent in American and British ASL despite this. Big person, bigger heart. 6'7'' 265 LB person with a voice deep enough to hit the Earth's core skipping around in Kidcore Aesthetic™️ and putting stickers on everything.

Demo: Black. we all know buddy. Although I feel like the Scottish are so on a different plane of being that they should be their own race. Black/Scottish. Very smart and has multiple degrees in chemistry and he drinks so much his blood has turned into pure alcohol. Scottish behavior. He wears kilts often, but sadly wears pants under his most times because they're. yknow. on a battle ground. But I think it's a shame. Can you tell I am getting tired.

Medic: I don't fuckin know. German. His race is Germany. The whole country. You ask him his race because his skin is very swarthy so you can't tell whether he's a really tan white guy or a weirdly light black guy. He's a pacific islander/white mix, but he actually barely knows. He'll remember his mother was Polynesian and go Oh. I forgor [Insert skull emoji and a facebook minion meme about mortality}.

Heavy: Black/white mix. He got his mother's beauty marks and his dad's bulkiness. Weird genes, very light but he has very pronounced black facial features. Big nose, big lips, high cheekbones. He gets asked if he's albino more than you would think. People actually don't expect him to have such a heavy Siberian accent because you expect white Vodka twink or white vodka dad that sneezes real fucking hard to have that much of a accent, not the guy that looks like he came out of a Nella Larsen book.

OH MY FUCK I'M DONE.

[kinky-pen]

Big Bimbo

Rating: Mature Pairing: HikaHaru Contains: Bimbofication kink (sort of), Weight Gain, Chubby kink, Clothing Malfunction, Button Popping, Obesity, sub!Hikaru, dom!Haruhi, Bratting, mentions of Immobility/Mobility issues. Summary: Hikaru loves being a dumb bimbo for his girlfriend. He also loves that he's eaten himself out of his tight little shorts, but he's not just going to admit he has.

It had taken so long.

Hikaru will admit that, since crossing the 500lb mark, he'd gotten extremely lazy. It was just so much work to get his bloated, heavy, blubbery body to do anything, and he just couldn't be asked.

He was just too obese and hot to be forced into taking the stairs, when most buildings had perfectly serviceable elevators - even if he did get some stunned looks from other people hoping to ride. He was too corpulent and cute to be made to walk more than a street or two, huffing and puffing all the way, when he could be sat on the couch, gaming and eating bag after bag of snacks, rubbing at his blubber with cheeto-dusted fingers as his tummy refused to be covered by his shirt.

His figure was one that demanded attention and pampering, swelling him up even bigger and breaking any "normal" scale beneath him. Not that he could see the screen anymore, not with all the fluffy paunch in the way. Still, Haruhi liked seeing it on occasion, and the cracks in the plastic during the last weigh in on that scale was just the cherry on top of the sundae...

... Fuck, he could go for a couple pints of ice cream about now, loaded with chocolate and cookie dough. Probably good timing, honestly. It wasn't that unusual anyway, lunch had been a good hour ago, and his hands were grabby for something more to stuff with.

Still, he was proud he actually managed to do it! And what was "it"?

"Oh my God, Hika, are you kidding me?" Haruhi huffed, lips quirked in mirth at the scene in front of her and cheeks red, "I can't believe they got passed your fat thighs."

"I don't know what you mean," He answered, doing his best to play the unaware little idiot, "These still totally fit."

The shorts really didn't.

Hikaru looked a sight. His immense thighs were fully out, showing off angry, red stretch marks which only displayed the speed at which he'd eaten himself to a quarter of a ton. They were hot pants, after all, but even so, the seams on the sides were pulled as taught as you could imagine, fraying open at the widest, plumpest roll of his hips and settling below a truly impressive muffin top.

The crowning glory, however, was the undone button and zip, which allowed his vast gut ample space to spread and droop over the denim. From the front, you could barely tell he was wearing anything at all, hidden by the soft heft. He had something of an apron belly, but honestly, when you reach a certain point of fat, gravity just makes it droop no matter what.

"Oh, really?" Haruhi challenged, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, babe. It's not like I've put on much weight, after all. Still sexy as ever," He teased.

Both of them knew that was a lie, not even the biggest idiot could be so blind that they didn't realise they were over 500lbs. Especially not when they couldn't even tie their shoes without their engorged tummy getting in the way. But, it was the idea that got them both off; a pretty little dummy too braindead to notice hundreds of pounds of fat piling on their frame.

"Well, then why are your shorts open, babe?" Haruhi asked with a toothy grin, "I don't think you can get them buttoned over all this belly."

She stepped forward, grabbing thick handfuls of his flab and shaking them. For a moment, they both just watched the ripples, the rolls bouncing, how the stretch marks around his belly button moved and stretched. Hikaru couldn't help but be so incredibly hard at his own body, the evidence of his laziness and gluttony. Haruhi felt the same and, if he knew his girlfriend (which he did), she was probably thinking about all the way she could get off on just his lard-filled stomach - never mind his fuckable tits, his waddle-causing thighs.

"That's just the style I'm going for," He excused, "I could close them if I wanted to, Haru."

Haruhi just gave him that condescending look that set every part of him ablaze. Like she wanted to take away everything that could make his poor little brain overwork itself. Like all she really needed him to do was sit, game, and get even fatter than he was now.

"Whatever, I just wanted to get a little snack, because it's been way too long since lunch and I'm hungry again," He explained, waddling over to the fridge.

"An hour is too long?" She laughed, but he could feel her heated gaze on his massively overfed ass.

He made sure to give her the best view of it possible as he bent at the waist, searching the freezer for the fully loaded ice cream he knew was in there. His belly hang hit his knees, but the denim cradled the swell so nicely, pushing it out a bit further than it'd naturally go. It'd been months since he was able to see his feet at all, even if he pushed down and squished at his lard, but to see it push out even farther was so incredibly attractive.

"Ugh, why is the bottom draw so far away," He lamented, spreading his legs apart wider in an effort to get a little closer to his prize. That was, actually, not for show - he wasn't lying about it being too long from lunch, and he really wanted his ice cream.

He wanted nothing more than to bloat up even further with sweet, thick cream. Put away so much and then still act like he had no idea why he was so big - like he didn't think he was big at all.

"Maybe because you're getting too fat to bend down, now?" Haruhi offered, "Oh, but you said you haven't gained weight. Right, fatass?"

Hikaru shuddered. He couldn't help it, he adored Haruhi allowing herself to bully him. It'd taken a lot of conversation, and now he was enjoying the fruits of it all. It didn't help that the shudder caused his rolls upon rolls to jiggle even more, aware so keenly of his girlfriends love of how much of a pig he was.

He'd be a prize one, after all. One that broke records. Haruhi's blue ribbon piggy that just got more and more lard filled each time he was seen in public.

"That's right!" He asserted, "But... Can you get this for me? It's way too much work to bend over so far."

Again, not really a lie. He was huffing and puffing, a bit out of breath, just from the mere task of getting himself more to eat. How fucking hot of him.

Haruhi did, with a cluck of her tongue that managed to be both sympathetic and degrading. He backed up a couple of steps to allow her access to the freezer, he was much too wide for her to simply reach around anymore.

"I wanted a couple of pints of that new ice cream we got," He informed, hands rubbing at his belly as it grumbled in anticipation, "The one with cookie dough and chocolate chips."

She did as she was asked, handing the cartons to him with a spoon. He weighed up the pros and cons of eating it on the sofa, but all that time spent waddling to the living room, when it could be used for stuffing his plump face even further, wasn't that appealing.

"Let me guess, the shirt was also a crop top when you bought it? And it's totally not stretched out so much you can't tell what the graphic is even meant to be?" Haruhi pushed a little further, watching intently as Hikaru loaded up his spoon and pushed it through his plush lips, cheeks puffing up even further with the food.

"It shrunk in the dryer," He lied, mouth full of food, tone as obstinate as a brat like him could be, "It's cute a little cropped."

A little was the understatement of the century. That shirt had refused to go over more than his tits for the past month, and now it was showing a little underboob. Fuck, he was getting so obese. A BMI of nearly 80 was no joke, outdated system or not.

Not to mention, he was still gaining. He wasn't going to stop, just because he had some clothing malfunctions and was now too fat for his gamer chair. That's what couches were for, even if theirs let out a dissatisfied groan whenever he sat on it.

Imagine if, one day, he was heavy enough to break the fucking couch. He was already turning into such a blob, might as well go all out. He could stay in bed all day, eating and eating, and Haruhi could use him as she pleased - not like he'd be able to even stand up at that point, pinned down by his own blubber.

He'd just eat and eat until he broke the bed.

Haruhi interrupted his gorging for a moment, barely half way through the first pint, which he was sure to immediately whine about. He was just so hungry, after all.

She didn't answer his whimpers, however, just tugged at the flaps of his shorts in an effort to close them.

"Come on, suck in," She instructed, "If these can close, and stay closed while you eat your "little snack", then I'll agree you're still as "thin" as ever."

Hikaru bit down a grin. Honestly, he didn't think they'd button now, let alone after bloating from the first of his between-meal binges, but hey. He was sure Haruhi was thinking of ways to make this even more interesting.

"Duh, I'm right about this," He assured, but sucked in as far as he physically could anyway.

He looked down as Haruhi tugged and tugged, watching the ripples in his softness, realising that, even sucking in as far as he could, he still had no hope of seeing his toes. His fat was so soft and mouldable, grown from sugar and overabundance, combined with no exercise.

She really was trying her hardest to get that little button in the hole. She grunted with the effort, lip between teeth, and Hikaru couldn't help but associate that with the last time they fucked - Haruhi ruthlessly pounding into him as he could only moan and cry around the gag in his mouth.

"You getting hard isn't going to give me more fabric to work with," She reminded him. Hikaru could only grin at that, admiring how valiantly she was trying, sucking in until the very hidden muscles of his abdomen were screaming for release.

He wasn't uncomfortably hard, but he was definitely getting very turned on at the spoils of his gluttony and indulgence.

With a lot of strength and, possibly, a miracle, Haruhi finally managed to wrestle the button into the hole. There was no hope of zipping the shorts up - tan, doughy fat quickly made sure of that by pulling the zipper teeth as far apart as physically possible.

Slowly, as carefully as he could, Hikaru breathed out.

The waistband was unbearably tight, cutting it almost like a corset, but his fat was eager to spread and expand to other places in hopes of escape. His upper belly was a veritable shelf, pushed up and proud, while his lower belly looked so massively plump. The words "muffin top" seemed too miniscule to apply, everything looking like sausage meat trying to escape its wrapper.

God, didn't he feel like a pig. A dumb, fucking sexy one at that.

"See," He huffed and puffed, feeling the immensely tight fabric almost groan, "Still fits... as good as... ever..."

"And you aren't out of breath from trying to get 2XL shorts to button over your gut?" Haruhi laughed, "You didn't even do the work, you just sucked in."

Hikaru defiantly took a bite of ice cream, determined to earn whatever Haruhi had in mind. It seemed that a small bite was all it was going to take, however.

The button burst off the shorts, Hikaru nearly moaning as he felt the surge of fat and its heaviness as it drooped over the useless flaps once more. He could still feel rippling jiggles, the movement of it all so sensual as the flavour of the sugar and cream glided along his tongue.

This was what he was meant to be, a pretty pig in lipstick and too small shorts, all for his feeder's viewing pleasure. All for Haruhi to fondle, bite and suck.

With her dark eyes burning into him, her lips quirked in a cruel and devious smile, he did what he always did when this aroused...

He took another bite.

[mellowmin]

Lmao I'm on a fnaf frenzy sorry not sorry

But I was just thinking who in mha would be good for a watch party and these are my thoughts so far:

FNAF Movie Spoilers ahead!

• Jirou is a casual enjoyer, got into the fandom because of the music lol so she loves The Living Tombstone and wants to see if they'll make it to the movie's soundtrack. Her fave song would be I got no time (not bc its my obsession at the moment or anything lol what).

She would put on an all black outfit with striped sleeves and leg warmers, do some loosely puppet inspired make up and call it a day.

• Tokoyami bc of course, come on. Look at him -a horror kid and a theater kid at the same time- he can't not like fnaf come on dude like.

His fave game would probs be Fnaf4 or maybe a fanmade like TJOC or Jr's.

What I'm still debating on is whether or not he would dress up for the movie (maybe like a securitiy guard or like puppet?? Or perhaps he'd just wear a formal suit Idk)

• Shinsou also just gives me the vibe, but I feel like he'd be a little more interested in the lore than the games, like he would play the easier ones but the more stressful games? Lol no he'll just watch Mark suffer for him. Thinks Security Breach sucks though.

He'd be one of those people complaining about the fort scene but Deku shuts him up real fast on that one (THEY'RE KIDS SHINSOU THE GHOSTS ARE LITTLE CHILDREN AND BESIDES IT'S RELATED TO THE PLO-)

Would dress up as either grunge or cunty purple guy

• DEKU OMG DEKU DUDE. A HARDCORE FAN. He's Mathew Patrick's no1 follower, probably follows every single one of his channels and is basically just a matpat 2.0 when it comes to making theories to be honest.

He's consumed every single piece of fnaf media possible and goes crazy analyzing every single detail on this film. I feel like talking/ranting/gushing to him ab this movie would be so much fun (but you have to be somewhat well-versed in the lore lol).

Screams through 60% of the movie, whether it is from goddamn Balloon Boy or from excitement. Will rewatch it any time he has the chance to.

Also he'd probably like the super complicated games like Fnaf2, Sister Location or UCM on all max lol. Would dress up but keep it lowkey (like a brown shirt, a little hat and Freddy ears omg what a cutie)

• Maybe Kaminari? But I feel like he'd only play Security Breach or the roblox versions of the games lmao.

He'd simp hard for Vanny/Vanessa while still being scared shitless of her chases. Other than that he'd probably rather just watch his friends play the games from a safe distance (and with the lights on). Simps hard for both Mike and Vanessa in the movie lol (maybe Afton too? Who knows).

In it for the memes 100%, he WILL start singing 'harr harr harr harr harr' in the theater at any point in the movie if he's not supervised.

Would dress up either matching deku or as toy chica (and I mean obnoxious game-accurate make up, hot pink booty shorts, a crop top and the apron- only because they told him he wasn't allowed in the theater without a shirt on)

That's it lmao but you can add anything in the tags/comments

[wren-beowulf]

So, um, My name is Wren, Wren Beowulf.

Name: Wren Beowulf (Used to be called "Bad Luck Birdy" by the other kids when he was young. His brother calls him Wrenegade.)

Alter Ego: The Lurcher its stupid I know

Occupation: Villain

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Sexuality: Gay

Age: 22 (October 13th)

Gotham knows me as The Lurcher, for some reason. I didn't choose that name, it's super dumb, I know, but eh ya know. Beggars can't be choosers 'n all that.

So... elephant in the room... I'm a Villain. Not entirely by choice, but it's a long story, kinda don't wanna talk about it, not all of it at least. What's done is done. Thief, mostly, of tech. Re-sell that shit to the Gangs, Rouges, whatever of Gotham, again, long story, but business 's business. But most people in Gotham kinda already know that.

I like Tech, anythin' mechanical. 'M not a big robot buildin' guy, but anythin' else and I'm on it. I can re-make anythin' I've made before, photographic memory and all that (So if ya made an order from me before, don't worry, just send it again and the date and I've got the specs memorized). My brother calls--called me a genius once, I'm not sure about that, but I'm pretty smart if I can toot my own horn for a second.

Oh, right! Uh--I almost forgot. I'm a guy, male, I use He/Him. I'm Gay, only been uh, out, for about a year now so I'm still kinda sorta new to it. My birthday is on October 13th, I was born on a Friday. Yeah I don't believe in curses or anythin' like that, but I have some pretty shit life luck, so 'm totally cursed ha ha...

Been livin' in a couple of places 'round Gotham, mostly the line between The Bowery and Crime Ally. Abandoned buildin's are a plenty, and I have my own ways of keepin' them under the radar. It's fine. You won't find me, so don't bother.

Hmm... was that all? Oh wait--yeah. I'm a Meta. Yep, that's all now. See ya.

OOC Info:

Older Brother (Sirius Beowulf) - @brother-of-a-villain

I'm open to shipping stuff/romance, Wren x Canon or Wren x OC, either one is fine. Not necessary haha but it's an option.

APPEARANCE INFO: (because info dumping is fun yay)

Pale blue husky eyes, long-ish black hair (usually pulled back), short stature at 5'7", but actually pretty strong with muscles (He works with a lot of heavy machinery), very fair skin with lots of little moles, beauty mark under his lip.

Lots of scars from working with Gangs, most prominently, a long cut going from his left thigh, inner hip, up his back and ending over his right shoulder. Also has many playing card slices, hammer smashes, bullet scars, knife slashes, pretty much all the works you'd get in his line of work. Some of it can be played off as a work injury... others get covered up. Fortunately, most of it ain't on his arms. Though some are from his parents, like the cigarette burns on his palms.

You'll probably commonly see him in his tan jumpsuit and black tank top combo, though usually has the top half around his waist. Other times you'll see him in his brother's old hand me downs from highschool, very alternative looking.

He has a lot of piercing, he will likely get more. Three on each ear (R Ear Lobe/Upper Lobe/Indistrial) (L Ear Lobe/Upper Lobe/Helix) And snake bites in his lips. Used to have a nose and eyebrow piercing, but they closed up some time ago.

He has more than once been described as being Hot lmao.

Rando Info

- Wren has a scary good photographic memory, can remember everything. But usually pretends to struggle to not freak anyone out with it.

- Wren semi-lives with a Raccoon named Pudge who lives in his workshop.

- He has a complicated relationship with his brother. Sirius lived with their uncle in Gotham Proper his entire life, except weekends due to split custody. He used to love weekends...

- He has a large Dragon Plush named Danny. It was a Christmas present from his brother and is special to him.

- Wren's Meta ability let's him make perfect duplications of anything, and control such duplications to a degree. He can even make duplications of himself or others, though when they die or disappear he or they gains their memories.

- Wren's Backstory has themes of CSA, abuse, addiction, and depression, so you have been warned. Posts will be tagged accordingly so ya don't have to see those.

- I am very much an adult ha ha. I'm fine with NSFW 🔞 stuff, but if I'm not comfortable with something I'll let you know.

[angrelysimpping]

Hi hello, NSFW abcs for my beloved oc Danny.

Yes, I will be insufferable

First, him picrew(s)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's not the best at aftercare, mainly because he's very rarely experienced aftercare. If you ask him to do something for you after sex, he's more than willing to, but he's not going to think of it on his own the first time. Ask him once, and he'll always check in to see if you want the same thing.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Fav of partner(s): thighs Fav of his: he thinks his hands are pretty nice

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Likes the taste of his own cum, a lot. Likes the taste of cum in general, really.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

God, he'd die before admiting he's into incest and stepcest porn n role play. Oh, and he's a low key masochist but he always denies it

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Man is a slut, thank you very much.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Pick? You make him pick? Cruel! Cruel to Danny! Anyway To be on the receiving end? Cowgirl/boy/what have you. Though he's very fond of getting fucked against walls and over desks/tables/counters. To be on the giving end? God, he's really a sucker for doggy and missionary tbh. Doggy for the back shots and getting to bite at their necks and shoulders and then missionary so he can see their faces and bite at their necks and chests.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Please. Please. He can do serious sex but if he can't laugh and giggle and snort what's even the point? He prefers goofy sex, and it makes the serious moments more intimate.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Well trimmed! Doesn't like his pubic hair too long. Danny likes taking care of his hair and having long hair, a lovely after affect of his parents demanding he kept it short as a kid. It's a bit wavy. Likes having his hair down. Doesn't have a lot of hair on his torso.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He….sucks at romance. He really does. Even before the whole half possession thing. He's never been in a healthy, long term relationship. Bring in romance and there's a chance he'll either freeze like a baby deer or, oddly enough, think he's done something wrong. He's working on it tho :3 Please look at how he'd get married in his cannon:

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

SO! He doesn't jack off that often, mainly because he gets laid so often, lol. If he's had a dry spell, yeah, he jacks off. It gets rid of weird dreams AND it helps loosen the power of the entity inside of him. Win win!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

God, it'd probably be easier to list what kinks he doesn't have, lol His top three are praise, body worship, and marking!

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Please, please, please take this boy outside and fuck him in the sun. It's his biggest fantasy.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Fuck, so much really. Fastest way to turn him on is play wrestling, does that count?

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Vomit, scat. Really doesn't like age play but could be manipulated into it (like, under such specific circumstances that it would never fucking happen) but would still fucking draw the line at infantilization.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Let! Him! Give! Head! He's sooooo good at it, he promises!

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Likes to go fast, ends up rough in his excitement. But, he can do slow.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Please, please, please, please. Loves a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He loves to experiment! Willing to try most things at least once! Honestly, also willing to do most things if he likes his partner enough even if he himself isn't into it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Two or three rounds, usually. Can go for maybe five before he has to call it quits.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Uh, he did before his possession. Post possession he doesn't have much to his name so he can't justify buying a toy to himself. Would like using them on himself and partners. Was recently introduced to sounding and he's having a damn good time playing with that.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

:3c He loves teasing and being teased.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

You'd have to gag him to get him to stop making noises, lol

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Has done sex work before but wouldn't think of it like that.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Wears boxers. Trimmed pubes. Six inches (likes to make the joke that he's 666 cause he's 6 foot, 6 inches, and has a 6 inch cock lol). Shower not a grower. Longer than he his wide, not the girthiest guy around. Piercings: tongue, eyebrow stud, lip, both lobes, right upper ear, Jacob's ladder uwu, left nipple on a dare Lean muscle. Does more cardio than anything else. Has run from the police before and will do it again. Fast fucker.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

So fucking high man, he wants to fuck at least once a day. And that was pre possession! Now it has the added benefit of making the entity shut the fuck up!

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Eh, depends. He usually feels kinda lazy after sex, very relaxed. Could take a nap. Could just cuddle. But, he rarely gets the chance. Most of his sexual encounters are basically one night affairs where he's at least a lil bit high or drunk. So, he usually gets to crash with whoever he slept with but it's not the same as getting to really relax. Also, sometimes he doesn't get to stay or it's like, a quick fuck in an alley or bathroom stall so, he gotta go regardless. Though, recently, he's become quite the clinger after sex ;3c

Bonus: BDSM Test