#question mark? for the glove? idk

[evermorepeyton]

this is so dramatic and for what? like imagine dnp seeing tweets like this when a couple of small things happened that weren’t that big of a deal.

like one person got told off for taking pictures, yes embarrassing admittedly but im sure mostly just for the person? like everyone else should be fine?

and then the glove thing, in context it seems to me like an honest mistake, not a ~disrespectful~ thing.

why must some people always make it seem like dnp need to be defended by people on twitter. com, like i swear they’re so grown, they’re fine. they don’t hate us, i don’t think they feel disrespected because of these things, just try not to take pictures anymore and it will be okay. or at least dont be so obvious you get caught.

like this is the opposite of the point of this tour guys😭 and also nothing happened. if someone steals something out of spite or disrespect for them, then okay sure. but what’s the point in over exaggerating stuff? where is this getting us?

[t4tails]

ok i actually really like this games riddler design. it is remarkably less riddler-like than citys but unbuttoned question mark shirt over the worlds greasiest wifebeater + green goggles kind of goes hard

[squibbymun]

whos your favorite Owl House character ? personally i really liked Emperor tbh

[spider-stark]

EVERYTHING

Kaz Brekker x Reader

Summary - Kaz Brekker doesn't make any sense—and trying to understand him is getting to be exhausting.

Warnings - fem!reader, reader worked at a brothel, subtle hints at past abuse, some major dog / master symbolism idfk, mentions of blood/weapons, close proximity, could deviate some from canon, based more on book!kaz than show, NOT EDITED SO IF THERE'S A TYPO IDK

Word Count - 3.8k

!MINORS DNI!

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“Touch me.” 

You’ve only just slipped inside Kaz Brekker’s room at the Slat, and you’re convinced you’ve misheard him. The door’s still cracked, after all—and the mindless clamor of those playing cards down in the foyer is loud enough to play tricks on anyone’s ears. 

You push the door shut, habit making you click the lock into place before spinning around to face him. “Pardon?” 

The lanterns burn low, dim light chasing shadows across the spacious attic. Kaz stands over by his desk, leaning his weight against the edge in lieu of his cane. He’s dragging a gloved hand through his hair, looking uncharacteristically flustered. 

“Don’t act like you didn’t hear me,” he snaps. 

Your laugh comes out breathy and awkward. “We both know I’m a shit actor, Brekker.” 

It’s why you’re never picked when the Dreg’s need a decoy—some girl to saddle up next to a sleazy merchant or another hapless mark, distracting them with batted lashes and a well-timed hand on their thigh. In Jesper’s words, you’re so socially inept that you’d probably blow the operation before it even got started.

To your dismay, Kaz doesn’t repeat himself. With his gaze carefully pinned to the tops of his black boots, he demands, “Why are you here?” 

Your brow quirks. “At the Slat?” 

“In my room.” 

The answer eludes you. Why did you come up here? It’s not like tonight was the first time Dirtyhands has ever skipped out on playing Blackjack with the rest of the group, and yet he’d caught your attention when he slipped from the foyer and went limping up the stairs. 

Then again, that’s not so surprising. Kaz always catches your eye, doesn’t he? 

In the year since you joined the Dregs, you’d earned an unfortunate nickname for yourself around the Barrel: The Bastard’s Pet. Wherever Kaz Brekker goes, you’re sure to be hot on his heels, following after him like a dog, loyal and clingy. 

You tell yourself it’s because that’s your job—to keep Kaz safe, to watch his six. But the devil’s got eyes in the back of his head, and you know Kaz Brekker doesn’t really need protection. 

So, it begs the question: Why are you here? In his room, at the Slat, as a member of the Dregs? Why does he keep you around? 

Unsure of the answer, you simply avoid giving one. 

“You should play games with them sometimes,” you tell him, giving a subtle nod over your shoulder. Their voices are muffled now, but you can still hear everyone downstairs exchanging jeers as they shuffle another round. “It makes you look like a recluse, always sneaking off to be by yourself.” 

Kaz drums one finger against the desk. It’s an erratic beat, following no set rhythm. “I am a recluse,” he grinds out. 

You almost snort. Clearly. 

It’s not like anyone joins a gang with the hopes of making friends—and none of the Dregs are dumb enough to think they’ll find a buddy in the infamous Dirtyhands, anyway. Still, you don’t think it’d kill him to try being a little more sociable. 

The others would like having him around. 

You like having him around. 

“I’ll ask one more time.” Dark eyes flick up, heavy as stones when they land on yours. Suddenly, the large attic feels awfully claustrophobic. “Why are you here?” 

A lie comes easily enough, slipping right through your teeth. 

“I got bored playing,” you tell him. “And Jesper’s cheating, anyway.” 

“They’re all cheating,” Kaz points out. 

“But Jesper’s bad at it,” you argue. Lifting a shoulder, you add, “It ruins the fun.” 

His finger falls still against the desk, ceasing its rhythmless beat. Warm light flickers all around him, dark shadows dancing over the harsh angles of his face. You watch his jaw tick, note the subtle curl of his upper lip. You’re overcome with the distinct feeling that you’re staring down the barrel of a loaded gun. 

Probably because you are. 

You’ve seen this face before. Been the one to clean the bloody mess left behind by whoever was unfortunate enough to find themselves on the receiving end of it. Now, as the one standing in the line of fire, you feel your stomach start to twist. 

You tell yourself it’s dread. Anxiety for what’s to come. 

“From where I was standing,” Kaz grinds out, his stare unflinching, “you looked to be having plenty of…” A sharp breath, his tongue gliding over pearly teeth. “Fun.” 

There’s something hidden in the word. A meaning that goes well beyond its dictionary definition. Is it a challenge? A dare, maybe? Or—perhaps the most unlikely of the options—some sort of plea? 

“And what is that supposed to mean?” you ask, finally daring a step closer, slowly drifting from the closed door. 

Kaz shakes his head. “It means what it means.” 

As you draw closer, he moves around the desk and takes a seat. He stretches his bad leg out in front of him, mindlessly rubbing a hand down toward his knee. It’s always bothering him by this point in the night. 

“Go back downstairs.” An order—not a suggestion. 

Across from him now, you place both palms on his desk. The smooth wood is cool against your skin, though the rest of you feels impossibly warm. It’s a side effect of standing too close to him, you think. The flushed cheeks and the vice around your lungs, always leaving your mind fuzzy and your pulse erratic. 

You hate him for it, sometimes. For the effect he has on you. 

“Why?”  you ask, riding out your little bold streak. “So you have a reason to gripe some more about me having fun?” 

“I’m not griping,” Kaz shoots back, very evidently griping. 

“Griping, carping, quibbling, or complaining—doesn’t matter how you word it, all of 'em fit you to a T right now, Brekker.” 

He’s not looking at you anymore, focused instead on the swirling patterns of the wood grain or the neat stack of papers or anything else that gives him an excuse to keep his head low. A month or so after you joined the Dregs, Kaz told you that you had a talent for getting under his skin. Maybe that’s why you don’t need to be able to see his face to know just how annoyed he looks. 

“Go downstairs.” 

“I will,” you vow. “After you explain what you meant.” 

Frustrated, he insists, “There’s nothing to explain.” 

“What did you say when I came in?” 

“Go downstairs.” 

You throw your hands up. “If you won’t tell me what you said, then at least explain why ‘fun’ is such a problem!” 

“Go. Down. Stairs.” 

“Make me.” 

Wood screeches, the chair flying back as he shoots to his feet. The stiffness in his leg makes the movement a little clumsy, and you don’t miss the subtlest flash of a wince before he leans against the desk. 

“Do you know why I brought you in?” 

For a moment, it’s all you can do to blink at him. Because, no—you don’t know why Kaz offered you a place with the Dregs. 

You’re not a sharpshooter like Jesper or a trained Grisha like Nina, not as smart as Wylan or as silent as Inej. You’re decent when it comes to sleight-of-hand and slightly above average with a blade, but even those skills are ones you’ve only learned since joining the gang. 

Back when you first met Kaz, you were nothing and no one. An unlucky girl roped into an indenture with Pekka Rollins, forced to work out of the Sweet Shop—the nastiest, most dangerous brothel in all of Ketterdam. 

“Because you’re secretly a big softie with a heart of gold?” You hope your sarcasm is enough to mask the twinge of shame brought on by your past. 

But Kaz is too good for that. Nothing gets past him—evident by the tiny wrinkle of concern that forms between his dark brows, instantly picking up on the faint dip in your tone. 

Fortunately for you, being observant doesn’t equate to being consoling, and so he doesn’t mention it. 

“Because you didn’t make me sick,” he answers, low and even. You’re not so sure if it’s an insult or compliment, and before you get a chance to ask, Kaz continues, “It was late. And raining. I’d just finished teaching a Razorgull lackey what happens when you breach parley. He was a real bleeder—made a mess of my suit. I ended up leaving him for Jesper to deal with. Thought I’d avoid eyes by sticking to the shadows, walking in the alleys behind the brothels.” Your eyes must be betraying you, because you almost think that’s a smile twitching at the corner of his lips. “Imagine my surprise when a runaway harlot nearly knocked a helpless cripple like me off his feet.” 

You bite your cheek, still deciding if you want to slap him for calling you a harlot or laugh in his face. In spite of his limp and cane, Kaz Brekker is far from what you’d consider helpless. 

“So, what? You had me join the Dregs because I nearly bulldozed you in an alley?” That whole night was spotty for you, the panic you’d felt having rendered your memory foggy and incomplete. 

“Inej had told me about you,” Kaz says. “That Pekka Rollins got a new girl—an escape artist, always trying her luck at running away.” 

You didn’t know that, but maybe you should have. Inej isn’t the best spider in the Barrel without reason. She knows everything—and all she knows is reported directly to Kaz. Even so, you’re not sure you’re catching his point with all this. 

As if he can see you trying to mentally connect the dots, Kaz says, “Maybe I had another purpose in walking behind those brothels. Maybe I wanted to see just how quick on her feet Pekka Rollins’ escape artist was.” His head tilts slightly. “Or maybe I just didn’t want anyone to see me when I wasn’t looking my best. Either way, I left that alley knowing you’d be a part of my crew.” 

Your memory of that night may be spotty, but the one after is still crystal clear. A Suli spider had crawled through your window at the Sweet Shop, told you that Per Haskell was willing to pay a very hefty sum to buyout your indenture if you agreed to work for the Dregs. To this day, you’re still unsure of how Kaz managed to convince him you were worth it—or why he bothered. 

“You’re not making any sense, Brekker,” you admit, rubbing at your temple. A headache burrows there, seeming to grow worse with every minute. “Is that why you wanted me for the Dregs, then? Cause I’m… fast?” 

It sounds stupid. It is stupid. 

You’re no faster than anyone else—and you certainly hadn’t been fast enough to outrun Pekka Rollins’ goons. Everytime you made a run from the Sweet Shop, they dragged you right back, kicking and screaming the whole way. 

“No.” Kaz sighs. Drags a hand through his hair, tugging at the dark locks. “I wanted you-”

Kaz doesn’t finish that thought. 

A violent CRASH! steals your attention. Both of your heads snap toward the closed door, listening intently for any sign of danger.

Instead, you hear Jesper’s boisterous cackle chime. Wylan starts shouting about something indiscernible—vase, shattered, and moron among the words you catch.

A smile sneaks up on you. 

But, when you turn back to Kaz, it’s promptly wiped away. 

He looks like he’s had a lemon rind forced into his mouth, scowling at the door. “What’s going on with you and Van Eck?” 

You blink. “What?” 

“You heard me.” 

You did—but hearing him is a far stretch from understanding him, and it’s seemed like Kaz has been talking in circles since you came in. What’s Wylan have to do with any of this? 

“I don’t get what you’re asking.” 

“Stop making me repeat myself.” 

“Then stop being so confusing, Brekker!” you huff, crossing your arms. “I don’t understand-”

Kaz cuts you off with a look. Cold as death, he grinds out, “Are you fucking him?” 

Shock. Confusion. 

They course through you in equal measure, coupled with slight amusement. The latter must show on your face, because Kaz’s scowl deepens before he looks down at his desk, pretending to fiddle with something. 

“I have work to do,” he says stiffly. “Go downstairs.” 

Your feet stay firmly planted, the desk’s width all that separates the two of you. “Why would you think that?” 

Of all the assholes and degenerates in the Dregs, Wylan’s probably the closest you have to a real friend. It came with the territory—both of you having become newbies around the same time, trying to learn the ropes and fit in. 

You’re not fucking him, though. 

Kaz sinks back into his chair. His usually-squared shoulders curve slightly, as if some weight is pressing down on them. “Go downstairs.” 

“I thought you didn’t like repeating yourself?” you ask, almost taunting. 

“Go.” The word strains between his teeth. “Now.” 

For no good reason, you make a stand. Stare down the barrel of the gun, unafraid and unrelenting. How strange, you think. The tightness in your chest has never once been apprehension. 

It was excitement. Anticipation. 

You’ve always liked getting under his skin. Finding out what makes him tick, figuring out which words earn the sharpest glares. You want him to pull the trigger, if only because it means you have his attention—and like a dog waiting at its master’s feet, you could care less if it comes with an open hand or a closed fist. 

So long as it comes. So long as he notices you. 

“What did you say when I came in?” You uncross your arms, make yourself stand up tall. “Tell me.” 

Dark eyes shoot up. Kaz almost looks shocked, the dull echo of emotion creasing the lines of his face, parting his lips. You wait, but no sound comes out. 

Dirtyhands is used to giving orders. Not taking them. 

“You’ve heard what they say about me.” You wave a dismissive hand toward the shoddy window overlooking the Barrel. “Brekker’s Pet. Always with you, always following you around! Ask any sod in Ketterdam and they’ll say the same—the only way I’d have time to fuck someone is if you were in the room!” And even then, it wouldn’t be Wylan. 

A steel rod takes the place of Kaz’s spine, turning your words over in his head. “Fine. Maybe you haven’t,” he relents. “But you want to.” 

It’s a gamble. An unusually shitty one, at that. 

You blow out an exasperated breath. This whole thing is getting old. “Saints, Kaz. What’s your deal?” 

He opens his mouth. Shuts it. Then opens it again. 

“I saw you downstairs,” he says. “Touching Van Eck.” 

Your brows lift, fists clenching. You don’t know what you expected from him, but it certainly hadn’t been a bold-faced lie! 

But then you start thinking of the moments before you saw Kaz head upstairs, laughing and playing Blackjack before you folded your hand to follow after him. You’d been sitting cross-legged on the threadbare rug, wedged between Wylan and Raske, when you noticed—Shit. 

Kaz is right, and that makes you want to scream. Why is Kaz always right? 

It was after you noticed Jesper was cheating, that he’d poorly marked the deck with daub; a sticky, ash-colored substance. You’d leaned in close to point it out to Wylan—your hand against his forearm, your lips dangerously close to the Merchling’s ear. After he noticed the marks, you both exchanged quiet giggles over just how bad Jesper was at swindling. 

Still, there had been nothing sexual about it. Nothing between you and Wylan. 

But, even if there was, why would Kaz care? 

I saw you—touching Van Eck. His words race through your mind, pulsing in time with the dull ache in your temple. Touch me, touch me, touch me. 

All of a sudden, the fog begins to clear. Something in your memory clicks. 

That night behind the brothels—when you were running from the Sweet Shop, when Kaz had been drenched in the blood of some Razorgull. Barefoot and frantic, you really had almost knocked him off his feet. Gloved hands had held your arms tight, keeping you still. His hair had been messy and your mind a blur—and when you’d seen the crimson smeared across his cheek, you hadn’t thought twice before wiping it away. 

You’d done what so few have. You had touched Kaz Brekker, skin-on-skin. 

Because you didn’t make me sick. 

When you don’t speak, Kaz shifts in his chair. Straightens an already-neat stacks of papers. “You won’t try and deny it?” he asks. 

Maybe you imagine the quaver in his voice. Or maybe you don’t. 

Either way, you start around his desk. Your every step is slow—cautious. 

You stop beside him, and Kaz shifts again. You’re standing closer than you’d usually dare to get, so close that you can hear it when he swallows. 

“You should go downstairs,” he tells you, lower than before. 

Your head tilts, hair shifting over one shoulder. “Is that what you want?” 

His answer hides in silence so thick it’s a tangible presence. It curls around you, makes gooseflesh prickle along your skin. Your mouth feels dry, your stomach like it’s tied in knots. 

Suddenly, you don’t need him to repeat what he’d said. 

As always, Kaz was right—you'd heard him the first time. 

“Ask me again.” The words drip from your tongue, an order and a plea. “Ask me and I’ll do it.” 

Kaz gives you a look, one you’ve never seen before. Dark eyes rove over you, brimming with worry and stress and—and Saints, a sense of desire so strong it makes your toes curl in your boots, a feeling like lightning coursing up your spine. 

In a voice like stone on stone, raspy and urgent, Kaz breathes out, “Touch me.” 

So you do. 

You cup his face, graze your thumb over his cheekbone. Kaz stiffens, swallowing once more—but he doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t try to pull away. 

“You know, to be such a bastard,” you start, a note of teasing in your voice, “you’re awfully pretty, Brekker.” 

Heat blooms against your palm, a deep blush crawling over his pale cheeks. 

“Shut up,” Kaz grumbles. 

You grin. “Want me to go downstairs?” 

A gasp rips from your throat as a gloved hand clamps around your wrist, Kaz pulling you down toward him. Anxiety still tightens his features, but beneath it he looks all too pleased with himself when you stumble clumsily into his lap. 

For the sake of comfort, you adjust your legs—careful for his bad one—and settle your arms over his shoulders. Then, when it fully settles that you’re straddling Kaz-fucking-Brekker, it gets a lot harder to breathe. 

“Should I take that as a no?” It sounds like a pant, your lungs constricting. 

He lifts the hem of your shirt, the feel of leather cool against your skin as Kaz jabs a finger into your side. “Do I always have to repeat myself around you?” he asks. Dark eyes dip past your jaw, his tongue gliding over his lips. You don’t think he actually cares to hear your answer, which is good—because you’re pretty sure you just forgot how to speak. 

Kaz drags his finger up the curve of your waist, his touch tentative and featherlight. It feels a lot like being studied—the way his dark brows knit together, staring at you as if you’re a magic trick he’s yet to master, a puzzle he hasn’t quite figured out. 

“It’s not because you’re fast,” he says, somewhat distracted. It takes a minute for you to realize that he’s referring to your earlier question—Is that why you wanted me for the Dregs, then? 

“Good,” you manage. “Because I’m not.” 

The slightest twitch of a smile. “No.” He takes his time tracing over every divet in your ribs, slowly trailing up, up, up. “You’re not.” 

“But I didn’t make you sick.” You’re not prepared for the wave of sickness that comes with the reminder, stomach roiling. 

The Bastard’s Pet. Is that truly all you are? All you’re worth to the Dregs? Useless at saddling up next to sleazy merchants, but good enough to curl up at Kaz Brekker’s feet. 

As if he can read your mind, Kaz’s hand goes still against your side. “Wipe that sour look off your face, would you? If I only wanted you to touch me, I would’ve just come to the Sweet Shop instead of getting my ass chewed by Haskell.”

You wiggle just enough to knock one knee into his hip, glaring at him. Both of you pretend not to notice the catch in his breath—or the growing hardness straining against his trousers, pressed against your core. 

Gruff, Kaz continues, “You were in an alley and saw a man dripping with blood, and your first thought was to reach out and clean his cheek.” His head shakes, a strand of coal-black hair swaying near his temple. “It was ignorant,” he tells you. “And… decent. Innocent.” 

You almost laugh. Innocent. That’s hardly a word you’d use to describe yourself. Especially right now, your every muscle straining in an attempt to keep your hips perfectly still, hands folded at the base of his neck. 

“I didn’t know innocence like that could survive in the Barrel.” His hand starts again, tracing little shapes against your side. “Even if you never touched me again, I wasn’t gonna let Pekka Rollin’s crush someone like you between his grimy little fingers.” 

“So that’s the answer?” you ask, nibbling on your lip. “I’m in the Dregs cause I’m innocent?” What a reason to have someone join a gang. Hey, you seem pure! Wanna get corrupted? 

“You’re in the Dregs because you know how to persevere,” Kaz answers, holding your gaze. “How to get up and try again, no matter how many times you’re knocked down.” The sensation of smooth leather drifts higher. “Because you’re a survivor.” Your eyelids flutter, sucking in a breath as he palms the plump curve of your breast. “Because you’re loyal,” he starts, and it’s almost reverent the way he almost whispers, “my perfect little pet.” 

The world grinds to a halt. 

Outside of this room—this moment—nothing exists. 

Too quiet, you ask, “What do you want from me, Kaz?” 

You want him to feel in control, to be the one that decides how this is gonna go. But your self-restraint is a fraying cord, mere seconds from snapping in half. 

If it were up to you, how far would you go? How much of Kaz Brekker would you explore? As far as I could, you think, desperate. As much as he’d let me. 

That’s the trouble with dogs. They’re loyal and clingy, forgiving and insistent. They want for everything and take whatever they’re given. They’ll spend hours begging at your feet. Lick scraps from the floor until their tongues begin to bleed. 

When it comes to Kaz Brekker, you’ll take whatever he has to give. 

And you’ll never stop begging for more, more, more. 

“Everything.” His breath is warm against your lips, the leather cool on your breast. “I want everything.”

a/n - just in case anyone couldn't tell, i obviously just finished reading six of crows (yeah ik i'm very late to the party). i randomly started writing this while i was stuck in traffic and it just sort of spiraled over the past 24 hours and now here we are! this was born! idk if i'll get anymore kaz ideas, but it was fun writing something more dialogue heavy (dialogue has my heart<3)

[jaythes1mp]

yan!Batfam x Ponyo!Reader!! 🐟🩷❤️

On days like these Damien strolled around the shoreline. Patrolling the nearby warehouses, looking for any of the local villains henchmen bringing anything suspicious to them. But to his disappointment, nothing... to complete his disappointment, he hasn't been commed about anything crimes near his area.

Looking around the shore he scoffs picking up a broken bottle, "The least these criminals could do is throw their trash away..." Damien sneers as he threw it away. He can't believe it, he's so bored that he's cleaning the shoreline.... He's was a vigilante for Batman's sake! He grew up around blood and bodies!!

As he starts to clean the trash, he spots something moving and clinking around. Walking closer, it seems to be a fish! Huh... wait.... it's stuck in a jar! The closer he got, the more he saw. The fish is odd looking... quite human? Damien decides not to think further about it, he needs to help the fish. He crouches down and tries to get the fish out. As he does so he thinks, 'It looks like a goldfish... Who in their right mind dumps a goldfish in the sea, didn't they know they're freshwater??! They're also invasive and bad for the local marine life!' After struggling to get the fish out, he decided to break the jar. Picking up a near by rock, he hits the jar as hard as he could, while trying to not strike the fish.

Damien carelessly picked up the fish from the broken glass, accidentally cutting his gloves. As he was about to looks at his teared glove, he felt a sting. Dropping the fish quickly as fast he could, Damien looks down at his hand. A bite mark?! He's bleeding too, how? How could a fish bite down hard enough for him to bleed??

He read about some fish having teeth, but a goldfish having teeth? Impossible! As he ponders Damien looks down at the strange goldfish, 'Should I take it home to study it? To keep?' as he does that, his comm rings. He quickly looks at the fish then his comm. It was Alfred!

He quickly turns it on, "Hello Alfred..." a second to long for him, Alfred chimed "Hello young master Damien," without missing a beat, Damien asks "Is there anything you need?". "Yes, you have school tomorrow." said Alfred, 'Dammit,' Damien didn't even realize it's around that time! He quickly looks around and sees a plastic pail, he runs to grab it and quickly scoops up the fish with some water, and books it back to the batmobile.

Funnily enough, as he and Bruce rode into the Batcave, Bruce didn't notice the plastic pail. Damien quickly hid the bucket, and starts getting out of his costume. Just as quickly, he picks up the pail and runs back to his room. As he was up in the manor, Alfred asks, "What is in the pail, young master?" Damien froze as the question was asked. He didn't want to tell anyone about the strange goldfish, but this is Alfred asking! One cannot just keep a secret from Alfred. Reluctantly he said, "I found a strange fish while on patrol, it was stuck in a jar..." hopefully that was enough to satisfy Alfred. "Are you rehabilitating the fish, young master?" Alfred questioned again, "Yes, I am... I'm worried about it's fins, I had to break the jar after all." He(Alfred) nods, "As long as you go to bed after," he walks off, probably to treat any of his brothers who'd might've gotten hurt during patrol. "Goodnight young master." "Goodnight, Alfred..."

After their parting words, Damien goes up to his room and checks on the fish's fins. After a few minutes, there was no tear or any wounds on it. As about he was going to bed, Damien worries about the fish. The pail he currently has it in isn't an adequate enclosure. Unfortunately, that's tomorrow Damien's problem. As he closes his eyes, he thought he heard a child's voice calling his name...

(idk if Gotham is near water or somethin... but there now!!)

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[bandgie]

Heyo~ not sure if you remember me, i did request before BUT i have a new idea 😈. SKZ react to you calling them by another boys name

a/n: hi yes I do!! I've been pondering on this one a lot and I decided to have both sfw/nsfw depending on the member :)

warnings! MDNI 18+, fem! reader, PIV, degrading (reader called slut), minuscule jealousy, mxm themes implied, daddy kink appearance, sense deprivation play, impact play, hate/jealousy sex?? (idk), face spitting

BANGCHAN!SFW - It's the little things in the relationship that makes you fall in love with Chan all over again. Just like this, lazingly laying on the sofa in his house watching a movie. When a particular scene comes and goes, you sit up and frantically look for the remote. "Did you see that?!" You ask, voice giddy with excitement. "Berry, help me look for the-Berry? What the fuck? I mean Channie, help me look for the-" but Chan is already laughing before you can finish. He's got his face scrunched up with his eyes nearly closed, upper teeth wide and white as he laughs. You chuckle with him, but you're more embarrassed than anything. Red with a twinge of humiliation as Chan wraps his arms around your torso and brings you close to him.

"Berry?! I can't tell if I should be mad or laugh." "Well, you're already laughing."

LEEKNOW!NSFW - It's because they act similar, you reason. Even as Minho buries his cock to the hilt, even as his bruising grip is absolutely going to leave marks, you can't help but subconsciously compare the rough behavior to Seungmin's cruel words. One of Minho's hands goes lower to rub at your swollen clit, further making you arch your back and shake. "Seung-Minho wait! Wait that's too much!" You didn't even notice your slip-up until you feel his hips still, until Minho stops moving long enough for you to open your eyes and look into his hazily. "Who?" He has an eyebrow up as he looks down at your wrecked state. "Whose name did you say?" It takes you a moment to collect your thoughts. You open your mouth to say 'minho', but you quickly remember the name you half-said. "I...I said Minho," you avert your gaze for a split second. Minho scoffs at your poor attempt to lie, narrowing his eyes before he smiles wickedly. "One inside you isn't enough huh? You want me to bring Seungmin in here? Make you moan his name with my cock in you?" You shake your head with tears building in your eyes, but your walls clamp down on his length at the idea.

"Fucking disgusting. Not even my slut, just a slut. No wonder you let me use you like this."

CHANGBIN!SFW - You decide to help Changbin with the dishes, being that he always does them when he's at his dorm. You're looking under the sink for the rubber gloves, eyes quickly scanning the dark cupboard before you give up. "Hey Channie-shit-Binnie, where are the gloves?" You straighten out your back and look to your boyfriend who only stares at you with wide eyes. "Channie? Channie hyung?" He questions in shock. You give him a weird look, eyes narrowing as you reply, "I meant Binnie. Your names' kinda sounds the same, ya know?" Changbin doesn't accept your excuse, his lips turning into a pout and his eyes gleaming in something mixed with jealously and feigned hurt. He crosses his arms against his chest and huffs, "Go ask Channie where they are." You sigh and walk over to your sulking lover, wrapping your arms around his neck even though Changbin turns to the side to avoid your gaze dramatically. "Don't be like thaaat," you whine, trying to tug him closer. You lean forward at press chaste kisses against his pouting lips. He doesn't budge until you move your lips to his cheek, his ear, then to the sensitive spot on his neck. Changbin giggles at the tingling sensation and finally caves, moving his arm to instead gently hold your face in his hand and bring you in for a proper kiss. He molds his lips against your soft ones slowly, letting you softly hum into the kiss before he pulls away.

"Fine. I left them in the bathroom. But I think I'll need more kisses to forgive you first."

BLONDE!HYUNJIN!SFW - Even though Hyunjin is a great deal taller than Felix, you can't help but say the wrong name when their hair is dyed the same color. Even in this instance where you're standing behind Hyunjin, quietly watching him paint his art to life. The colors swirl and mix in a way that brings the mediums together, and you can't help but compliment him. "That looks really good, Felix." His brush stops moving and Hyunjin chuckles before he turns to you, who's looking clueless as to what was so funny. Hyunjin giggles even more at your confused expression before he finally decides to give you a clue, "Felix?" Your eyes wide, "Oh! Sorry, I meant Hyunjin." He smiles when he sees your pretty face turning a blossoming pink. Maybe he'll use that color next.

"That's okay, my love. I knew what you meant. Come, sit here."

HAN!NSFW - It's not really a surprise when you let Minho's name slip from your lips instead of Han's. You're so used to them playing with you together, one in your mouth while the either is snug in your cunt. Han has you on the dinner table, legs wrapped around his small torso to bring him closer. You're panting in his ear, lips ghosting over the shell of it as you moan, "Min. So good Min." Han loves the way you whimper his name, his friend's name. It makes his hips stutter from your soft voice, groaning as he tries to not finish. "Min, huh? You miss our daddy?" You whine again, mostly from the lack of friction in your pussy. Still, you can't deny that you're quite accustomed to Minho's presence in situations even like this, "Mhm, I love my daddies."

"If you let me cum in your pussy like a good girl, I'll let Minho know how much his kitten needs him."

BLONDE!FELIX!SFW - You love holding Felix from behind, resting your cheek on his back while he cracks eggs and puts the yolk in the bowl of powder mix. He hasn't even put it in the oven yet, but you can smell the sweet batter in the air. You lift your head and peek around his shoulder to see how the process is going, "So far so good, Hyun." Oops! Before you have the chance to fix your mistake, Felix turns his head to you. His mouth is slightly agape with wide eyes, "Hyunjin? You tryna tell me something?" You can see his tongue poke from his cheek, a sign that he's either irritated or in a teasing mood. Judging from the smile in his eyes, you suppose it's the latter. You raise your hand to slap him on the shoulder lightly, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend, "Shut up! You two just have the same hair color." But Felix only smiles wider at your flushed reaction. "Mhm suuure. You're just saying that to make me feel better." You groan and tighten your arms around his slender body, "Nooo. You're my only one baby." Despite Felix being the one teasing you, his cheeks grow a shade of pink from the confession. It doesn't stop him from being cheeky though.

"Prove it."

SEUNGMIN!NFSW - Since the beginning of your relationship, you've always confused Seungmin with Jeongin. Through the time you've known them, it's become easier to tell them apart. It's rare that you say the wrong name, but it does happen on the rare occasion. It's terrible luck that it happens to be when Seungmin has you blind folded, depriving your sense of vision. The new play fills you with excitement, but also uncertainty. You feel the small paddle caress your thigh, sending goosebumps on your skin so violently it makes you shake. Then Seunmgin pulls the paddle off your thigh to smack the material against your ass. You whimper, lurching forward to bury your face in the pillow under you. The smacks used to sting at first, making you cry in a way that had Seungmin chuckling and mocking coo's. Now they bring pleasure, those sharp stings turning dull and making your cunt twitch as if it also wants to be hit. "Innie please," you slur, not even noticing how you've confused to two once again. "Gonna cum, wanna cum on your cock." Seungmin's taken back, almost doubting his own hearing, but you restlessly move your ass in the air side to side and whimper again, "Want Innie's cock." Maybe Seungmin should feel angry at you, but he only smiles at your dumb state. "Innie, huh?" He tuts, shaking his head.

"Poor baby, you won't be able to cum on Innie's cock. Not even mine."

JEONGIN!NSFW - He's been working out. Broader chest, thicker arms, larger legs. Jeongin hardly uses his muscles for show, they have great uses other than looking good. It's how he's able to hold you up against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist while he holds you from under your thighs. Gravity helps pull you down onto his cock, stretching you out deliciously as you dig your nails into his shoulder. His forehead rests on yours, a breath away from each other's lips in a way that makes you yearn for a kiss despite his tip already kissing your cervix. "K-kiss," you stutter. "Kiss me Binnie." The soft look in Jeongin's eyes change, turning into something dark. It takes you a moment to recall what you said, and when you do, you're nothing short of horrified. "Innie! Innie, baby, I'm so sorry! You're names' rhyme and you're always with him in the gym now-" Jeongin doesn't let you finish. You think you've fucked up big time before he snaps his hips up. You squeal at the sudden thrust, unable to fully recover before he's roughly pounding into you. Your fingers scramble for purchase on his neck, tugging on his hair and whining at the rough treatment. "Innie! Innie too much I-" Jeongin spits in your blabbering mouth, a sneer on his face, "Oh, so it's Innie now, huh? What happened to Binnie?" He spits on your face again when you try to answer.

"Binnie can't fuck you like this, can he? Binnie can't treat you like the dirty girl you are like me. You're taking my cock, and you're going to scream about how much you love my cock so Binnie can hear, okay?"

a/n: omg this was actually a little bit of a challenge! mostly cuz I think this trope can kind of get repetitive, hence why some members were sfw and others were not. hopefully i succeeded in giving each member their own little unique scene! feedback is appreciated~

[dendroaspis-viridis]

On the "Emmrich is undead/a spirit" theory

I’ve been having a lot of Thoughts™ about a certain professor and the interesting "I would say, 'not that skeleton,' but we're not saying, 'no skeletons.'" quote from Matt Rhodes during the Q&A.

I personally think the skeleton in question is Emmrich, though I think he’s still flesh and blood most of the time. I'll elaborate under the cut.

I’d like to first establish that I don’t think he’s a spirit like Audric. In Down Among the Dead Men, we learn that most spirits work under the guidance of a Mourn Watcher, specifically “under a modicum of magical control”, and I can’t imagine the Mortalitasi would send a lone spirit out from the Necropolis without an accompanying Watcher regardless of the spirit’s ‘wholeness’. Especially considering the apprehension people outside Nevarra seem to show the Mortalitasi.

There was also that quote from the IGN interview with Corinne Busche that paraphrased “no bear sex”, and I feel like a full on Beverly Crusher-esque ghost fucking would at least be bear sex adjacent. Not to mention, hinting at one of your companions being undead seems like a massive spoiler to drop before the game's even out.

Back to how I think Emmrich is the skeleton (but also not): the Mortalitasi have a lot of connections to the Veil/Fade due to their constant interactions with souls and spirits (and my personal headcanon that the Grand Necropolis as a whole exists in an odd liminal space between the material world and the Fade, but that’s a whole other can of worms). The concept art we’ve been shown thus far features a Mortalitasi harvesting material from a mummified dragon surrounded by their skeletal assistants:

And if we zoom in on the (presumably) human figure, we can see a bit more detail:

They look distinctly flesh and blood when compared to their skeletal assistants, wearing a protective smock and gloves that go up to the bicep, complete with (what looks like) chain covering their torso and upper arms.

The headpiece they’re wearing had me puzzled for a few days, to be honest. But from what I can tell, I don’t believe there’s enough space in there for the skull we see to merely be a decorative mask (especially considering the deep craters of the eye sockets and nose), leading me to believe the headgear shows the Mortalitasi’s actual skulls while they’re wearing them. There’s also a tiny gap between the mandible of the skull and bevor of the helmet, implying the skull is a separate item.

As for why (I think) we see the Mortalitasi’s actual skull, I can only hypothesize the headgear assist them in accessing the Fade while conscious more easily? Whether that allows them greater control over their summons, lets them more easily communicate with Fade spirits, or allows them to peer through the Veil to see some of the more metaphysical things they’re harvesting, I have no idea. Though it’d also fit in perfectly with the melodramatic Memento Mori vibes I get from Nevarran culture as a whole.

There’s also a dagger (“Walking Death”) from DA:I with an interesting description: “The well-worn hilt bears the marks of the Nevarran Mortalitasi. The order makes an art of mummification, and their tools are imbued with magicks that blur the moment between life and death, though death is no less certain.”

Both the Chantry and Nevarra seem to agree that death occurs in the moment a soul/spirit leaves someone’s body and passes through the Veil, so the implication that most of the Mortalitasi’s tools can manipulate the Veil supports the idea that they’d have to create some kind of headgear that would allow them to see what exactly they’re manipulating?

So with all of that said, I’m assuming there’s going to be a scene with Emmrich at some point if you pursue a romance with him where he’s discussing the Mourn Watch/something death-related, where he dons the headpiece to further emphasize both his and Rook’s mortality, and there will be an option to kiss him. Or something like that. Idk.

Also I wanna specify that all this is based entirely on concept art screenshots and my inability to stop thinking about Dragon Age, but I’m gonna continue to assume Emmrich is entirely alive unless shown otherwise.

No judgement to people who're pumped for a potential skeleton romance, by the way! These are just my thoughts on who exactly that smoochable skeleton is, though I will admit I’m hoping for a flesh and blood Emmrich.

[earlysunshines]

favorite mistake

myoui mina x fem!reader

summary: you've got a tough shell and mina seems to be the reason you make your way out of it.

wc: 2.4k

warnings: blood ; bruises ; cursing ; injuries idk : rushed and not proofread well

a/n: small drabble. I hope you guys like it (idk if I like it myself :-[ )

//

mistakes are a common part of life; especially yours.

you've made a lot of mistakes, but there are three significant mistakes that made who you are today.

mistake 1: leaving your so-called "home" at 17 with barely any money or plans.

mistake 2: picking up boxing gloves

mistake 3: meeting myoui mina. 

-

your friends often compared you to that stupid mario character bowser, jeongyeon says you're "all mighty and strong" but in the inside you're a "softy," you remember the constant snickers and snorts from when you went to watch that stupid kids movie wtih her.

jeonyeon has been by your side ever since you made your first mistake, and the second – but she's the reason you made your third one.

you remember it so clearly, every single second and detail of that moment. the night of your biggest mistake.

-

there's a knock at your door. your head is spinning and you don't want to get up.

when you turn at the silver doorknob theres a woman wearing a brown coat, her face catches you off guard. her features are so delicate, and her eyes are honey-like and sweet looking. 

"you are?" you greet, though it's a bit uninviting.

"where's jeongyeon."

"she's out."

"oh, i see." 

you two have a five-second staring competition, and it's enough time for you to notice the beauty mark on her nose and above her lip. you don't know who this woman is, but she's truly captivating and you feel a little soft under her gaze.

she looks up at you, you're a few inches taller and your sharp features are like daggers that point at her. she notices the various bandaids that are scattered all over your face: there are bandaids on your lip, eyebrow, nose, and upper cheek.

"are you okay?" she asks you. the woman sounds just barely concerned, even if her question sounds more like a comment. 

your jaw tenses and you look her up and down, the hand that rests against the door frame starts to tighten around it.

"hope you work it out with jeongyeon." you mutter coldly, closing the door and returning to where you were and what you were doing: sulking and pondering on the couch. drowning yourself in a bittersweet comfort, something so temporary.

the door opens ten minutes later; the voice that scolds you is familiar. you groan in annoyance. 

"y/n, where are your damn manners?" jeongyeon complains. you sit up slowly, propping yourself up with your sore arms, jeongyeon curses you out a little more. "you can't just be so rude to everyone, you know? have some fucking manners for fucks sake." 

when you look over to see the woman you share the apartment with, there's another woman that stands with her: the same one you had closed the door on. you roll your eyes and pull the blanket over your body, closing your eyes again.

jeongyeon grumbles once more. "I'm sorry mina, she's probably just tired and grumpy." 

"that's your roommate? i've never seen her around." the woman's voice is soft and inviting, it's really different from the usual aggressive and aggravating tones you're always hearing and you fucking hate it. it's too different from what you're used to.

"she doesn't go to the university," jeongyeon explains, "she just lives with me."

"oh, I see." 

"just leave her be, don't let her ruin your mood. how about we work on that project?"

the girl hums. 

mina you think. what a pretty name.

-

mina walks out of jeongyeon's room to see you in the kitchen. the white tank top hugged your figure nicely, and the toned muscles in your upper back were emphasized under the dimmed light. mina took note of how broad your back was, though your waist was slimmer; your body was extremely built, and very athletic. it seemed like you worked out often. the bandages on your tricep and forearm also made it seem like you were one to get violent.

most would be wary of you just from one look. though, mina is anything but frightened or intimidated. 

your hair falls in a loose, disheveled fashion, it seemed like you had just woken up. it made you seem more approachable. there's a soft melody that plays, the mood of the setting is different now. you seem more inviting, less hostile as you crack an egg into the bowl. 

"you're not slick," you mutter. mina's gaze was fixated on you, it paranoid you, you didn't have to turn around to realize the dark-haired woman was there. 

"i wasn't trying to be," she responds with a monotone voice. your jaw tenses and you turn your head so you can see her from the side of your eye.

"did you need something?" you ask, though there's a hint of annoyance laced in your words. it's uninviting.

"jeongyeon told me to grab water." mina says, and it's surprising how calm she is, you think.

"cups are in the cabinet to the left of me," you murmur. mina hums.

there's no other noise other than the sound of the cups shifting from their original spot, the whisking of the eggs in your bowl, and the sound of water filling the cups. mina leaves and you two don't exchange any more words.

you lean against the counter as you watch her leave. there's a string that's trying to pull the two of you together – you don't let it tug at you so easily.

-

mina's visits become more frequent.

the bandages on your arms disappear, but now some bruises and scars are unveiled under the cloth. mina is so incredibly curious, (and, slightly worried for someone who's been such an ass to her for as long as she's known them). she doesn't know why and it bothers the young woman.

there seems to be a new bruise every time mina comes over, she decides to pester jeongyeon – she doesn't budge – says it's not her business; mina's interest grows.

you two meet in the kitchen again, and you always tend to have such silent moments with each other in that small kitchen; the tension in the air isn't unnoticed, ever.

mina is the first to mutter something on some wednesday afternoon. "if you add ice, it helps the bruises."

you turn to face her and mumble under your breath, "thanks for the tip." 

"are you clumsy or...?"

"I don't think that's a question you should ask a stranger."

"well, it bothers me that you're always so hurt when i'm over."

"it shouldn't bother you at all."

"i know." mina breathes. "I wish it didn't."

 you feel your heart skip a beat a little, it shatters slightly at the same time upon hearing her response.

-

jeongyeon invites you out and you decline the offer. jeongyeon mentions mina and you pretend to be bothered. you let your roommate drag you out for dinner, and you seem to be stuck to mina's side the whole night.

you're a flower that slowly blooms when she happens to be near.

mina changes something in you, and you hate change.

-

the heart that beats in your chest is rarely warm, almost always cold unless jeongyeon seems to make you chuckle every now and then. 

your heart seems to have been cold since you've been alive, and sure there were times when there had been small sparks – though, never enough to warm you up.

mina seems to change that.

mina's attentiveness is something new to you, so is her unique presence. she seems to ignite a sudden tranquility into any room she's in, she makes you feel content even when you're all over the place, when your mind is running too far and too fast that you can't catch up. mina grounds you.

myoui mina makes your chest feel all warm, she gives you goosebumps when she accidentally makes contact with you – she's the only person you're able to have physical contact with, at least without hurting them.

your petals are forming, you're in bloom.

-

maybe it was when she had suddenly bandaged a terribly wrapped cut, or when she had complimented your eyes. maybe it was when she had first met you, or when your first conversation happened. maybe it was when she managed to pull a simple fact about yourself from you, or maybe it was the first brush of your hands against each other, even if it was an accident.

there's no definite start or initiating event to what blooms between the two of you, it just happens naturally, and everything that led to it and what started it was too subtle to ever notice.

you start to care for this woman, and she seems to care about you.

how could she care for someone who's so wreckless and violent?

-

mina's hands are soft, they're delicate, and they're perfect just as she is. 

they're so soft against your skin, so soft when her knuckles graze against your scratched cheek and make you feel all warm in the chest. they're perfect in your hand, so grounding it scares you, and her fingers intertwine so well with yours it's unbelievable.

it's unbelievable because your hands, in contrast, are so terribly rough. they're so messed up you think that they don't deserve to hold the delicate hands of mina.

your knuckles are scratched and beat up, your palms have noticeable calluses, and the back of your hand is bruised. your hands punch and distress, mina's hands are ones that love and cherish.

-

you've never been so terrified up until now. nothing has ever made your heart drop as quickly as the three words that mina says so gently, not even the time you had broken your arm or rib. it's so strange how three words scare you more than injuries that could've ruined your life.

"y/n." mina mumbles.

you hum softly.

mina lays down next to you, and the only thing that had been heard other than the chirping of crickets or the wind was her steady breaths as she lay there. the sore feeling in your whole body had been erased as soon as you let yourself relax next to her, shoulders making contact and and hands brushing against each other. the only thing that had illuminated the quiet, warm room was the moonlight that spilled through the blinds.

mina's words are barely above a whisper, 

"I love you." 

your breath catches.

...

"you don't have to say it back." mina mutters, "you're not obligated to."

there's no response from you, only silence. mina figured this would happen.

your hands find her way into hers, but still no response. you're terrified.

-

two weeks pass by after the words had been said, and you still haven't said them back.

-

two weeks after that – a month – you stumble into the apartment with your head spinning, shoulders sunk, and a new bruise on your back. mina runs up to you, her brows are furrowed, and her heartbeat spikes.

she makes you sit down on her gray couch, she doesn't ask what happened. 

mina had already known about your little "career," you fought people for money and it was as simple as that. sometimes you'd win, the bets would go into your bank account and you'd be less paranoid or tired. sometimes you'd lose and it seemed like you lost all hope.

"im sorry." you say, though you don't look at her at all while saying that. mina sighs and shakes her head.

"it's okay, where are you hurt?"

"i think my back is bleeding," you respond, and the way mina's jaw tenses and brows crease aren't unnoticeable. 

your shirt is off, leaving you only in your bra and black sweatpants. mina looks at the cut you had received from a harsh hit, you don't even know how it made you bleed. she wipes off the blood and works away at the injury carefully. mina tries to ignore the low groans and sharp breaths that escape your lips, though it's harder to ignore them this time.

"mina," you start. 

"hm?"

"i'm not going to box anymore. I won't fight," you murmur, though it's more of a harsh, low groan since you wince at the way mina bandages you while you say it. mina sits down next to you after finishing up, she looks at you with the softest gaze, tilting her head.

"why?

...

"because," you begin. the eyes that peer into yours are curious, waiting for an answer.

"i love you." 

the way it rolls off your tongue feels perfect, it feels right and it's like a two-hundred-pound weight had been hurled off your chest. the confession is quiet, soft, and it's so genuine. 

"you don't have to quit for me y/n-"

"I want to be with you. I don't want to hurt anyone or myself anymore, I don't want to hurt you." you explain, "I already found a solution to not making money too, i'm done with fighting. I'm done."

mina takes a moment to process the words and she immediately kisses you – it takes you by surprise. 

you've never shared a kiss with her, even though you've exchanged your "i love you's," maybe it is the right time, you think.

her lips are so soft against yours, you're now a fully bloomed flower as her hand gently cups your face and your nose inhales her floral scent. you can't get enough of her, everything feels perfect.

she's your favorite mistake.

she's not a mistake because you regret meeting her; she's your biggest mistake because she made you feel, she made you feel alive. it's so strange, it's so different – it feels like a mistake because you feel as if you don't deserve this woman – you can't help but wonder if she really is set on loving you. she made you open up, and now you're going out of your way to let her care for you, you're becoming a burden and you wish you could go back and prevent that from happening.

you don't want mina to handle all of you, to carry all of your problems.

even as you two grow to love each other, even as you let yourself unwind and improve, even as you continue to kiss her and love her.

 you'll still carry the burden of being her biggest mistake. maybe that could be bad an good, though, that feeling of guilt will always stay in your chest.

always.

[galactic-star-bruiser]

Bounty (Din x F!reader smut)

SMUTTY ONE SHOT 18+ Minors DNI! Please!

Din x f!reader

Warnings: rough din, a plot if you squint hard enough, unprotected sex... its just pure smut idk what else to tell ya, but it does get sweet at the end w a lil aftercare

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I laid there in the street, propped up my my elbows.

Moonlight illuminating only the beskar clad man that towered over me. 

“I can take you in warm, or I can take you in cold” he growled behind his helmet, hand clenched around the blaster in his holster. 

“Haven’t we already played this little game before, Mando” I smirked. 

We had. He’d been hunting me for a few days at least and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious as to what it’d be like to be caught by him. He cornered me earlier in a bar but I got away from him...somehow. Maybe he let me. Maybe he liked the chase.

He sighed and reached down, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt and lifting me so that I was eye level with him. 

“No more games.”

With that I was put over his shoulder and my hands were shackled along with a piece of fabric shoved into my mouth to keep me quiet. 

At least I was getting one half of what I imagined a night with him would be like.

He walked with me on his shoulder all the way back to his ship, hand never leaving my ass to keep me still. He could’ve picked my legs to hold onto...but I wasn’t complaining. 

I was thrown with a little more force than expected, earning a grunt through my gag. 

He dragged my by my shackles, then he stopped and crouched down to my eye level.

“You’ve been a very bad girl. I think I’d like to teach you a lesson before putting you in the hands of another man.”

Fuck

His gloved hand was gentle on my face, causing a moan to escape from me. For that, I had earned a light slap. 

“No noise.”

I nodded in compliance and he lifted me once more, throwing me onto the small cot-like bed in the back of the ship.

I sat myself up, back against the headboard, and I couldn’t help but stare at him. Something about his armor turned me on more than anything and I could feel heat pool between my legs. 

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked, cocking his head to the side with one knee now on the bed. 

I smirked as much as the gag allowed and shook my head ‘No’.

He chuckled, low, and it rumbled through his body, “What a fucking tease.”

Within seconds he flipped me onto all fours, ass in the air.

His fingers traced the area of my pussy through my tight, thin, pants.

I couldn’t help but moan and whimper, earning a hard smack to my ass.

That mark would be there in the morning

I heard a piece of armor fall to the ground and the seductive way he slowly undid his zipper. 

I’d fucking kill to see his cock right now

He rubbed his rock solid self across where he had just been touching, “already so wet for me, huh? You’ve probably dreamt of this before didn’t you, you little slut?”

I could only respond by moving my ass closer to him, trying to feel every inch of him. 

He tutted, mockingly, “So desperate for me.”

With those words he tore the fabric of my pants just enough to get access to what he wanted. 

A low moan and a genuine tone replaced his arrogant one, “what a pretty fucking pussy for me” he whispered mainly to himself. 

His rough gloved thumb found my clit, then dipped into my heat. 

I tried my best to be quiet for him, and whimpered with pleasure. 

With his other hand he grabbed my throat and pulled me up so that my back was on his chest, “Its okay, baby. I wanna hear how good I make you feel now. No one could fuck you better than me, isn’t that right?”

He removed the fabric in my mouth and I nodded yes, all the air in my body felt as though it had been punched out of me. 

His grip tightened and his fingers inside of me quickened their pace, “I didn’t fucking hear you. Answer me when I ask you a question.”

I yelped, “Fuck...yes...I’m sorry.. fuck... no one could fuck me better than you.”

“Thats what I thought.”

He let me fall back, face first to the bed, only able to catch myself with my elbows, wrists still cuffed together. 

“Please” was all I could whimper, leaning further into his fingers, the gloves making them feel even bigger than they looked. 

“If you like my hands baby, then you’re gonna fucking love whats between my thighs.”

something in that arrogant tone made me want to rip off every piece of fabric that kept his skin from touching mine

“Fuck me... please, fuck me.”

“Well since you asked so sweetly.”

Without warning he was splitting me in half and didn’t give me even a second to adjust. 

He was bigger and longer than I could’ve imagined, or ever had inside of me. 

I screamed, burying my head in his pillows. 

“Thats my good girl. Fucking take it.”

He pace never faltered, even when he slid completely out of me only to slam back in. 

The sounds of my ass slapping against his armored thighs sent my body into overdrive and I couldn’t control the embarrassing noises that slipped their way past my gritted teeth. 

I groaned when he left me, my pussy clenching around nothing, missing the way he completely and utterly filled me. 

He flipped me onto my back, sat back on his haunches, and lifted me onto his lap. My shackled hands were slipped over his helmet, and my arms had no other choice but to be wrapped around his neck. 

“Oh, cyar'ika, those noises you make... don’t fucking stop.”

He got his wish once his cock found my opening once more and he used his hands to lift me up and crash me back down onto him.

I could feel my wetness on his armor, my thighs resting on his own as I sat on his lap, completely surrendering to pleasure.

The position and the heat coming off of his own body made my head spin, and he hit something in me that I didn’t even know existed. 

“Fuck...fuck I’m going to cum.” I moaned, now starting to roll my hips as he moved me along his shaft.

“Be a good girl and cum on my dick, I want to feel you.”

That was all I needed, now shuddering and seeing stars.

But he wasn’t done. 

“On your knees, precious.”

I complied instantly and he moved me to the floor to face him as he sat on the edge of his bed. 

I opened my mouth and let the drool run down from my tongue. I was still shaking, he didn't even give me time to come down from the high he just gave me.

He didn’t just want my mouth to suck him off, that was evident enough by the way he held my head in place and fucked my throat.  

The spit and gagging didn’t stop him and I felt him began to twitch and tighten in me, my tongue dragging across him as he grunted.

He pulled out quickly, painting my face with a satisfied groan of pleasure. 

Multiple ropes of hot cum found their way across my mouth and cheeks, and I closed my eyes, humming with content. 

I opened them once more and watched the last of it leak from his swollen tip. 

“So pretty with me all over you face.”

He wiped my face with the fabric that was still wet from being stuffed in my mouth earlier. 

The Mandalorian put his elbows on his thighs and leaned closer to my face as I sat, still on my knees.

“I might just keep you. Who knew you were such a good fuck?” He said, still raspy from the moans.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you Mando?” I teased. 

He just hummed, agreeing, but too cocky to answer me in earnest. 

He undid the shackles on my wrist and I soothed them by rubbing my hands over them. 

When I tried to stand, my knees buckled and my legs were still shaking from pleasure. 

He caught me by my waist and moved me to the bed. 

It smelled like him and I was beginning to feel more than just the pure animalistic sexual attraction to him. 

He pulled me onto his chest, now laying next to me and patting my hair.

I liked his soft side. 

[smilesrobotlover]

Whumptober day 4- Shock

Ok I did as much research on this as possible and idk if it is actually accurate but I tried. Some of the stuff that is inaccurate can be assumed because they don’t know what they’re doing lol. Anyways, king of the Gerudo stuff! Centered around Orman, Ammon, and Terrako! Important to note that Ammon has a Sheikah prosthetic. Also fair warning, there is an electrical shock. Lofty, you know what’s about to happen….

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Terrako sprinted across the ruins, hopping when he reached a strange looking pedestal on the other side. Orman and Ammon slowly followed the little guardian, cautious of their surroundings. They were investigating ruins found near the castle, and Orman was surprised at how unique the ruins were. He’s seen many Sheikah ruins, and even the legendary Zonai ruins, but they didn’t look anything like this. Inside the ruins, there were strange lights that lit up the place, and even though it was filled with debris, it was surprisingly empty, save for the pedestal Terrako was at.

“What is this place?” Ammon muttered underneath his breath. Orman shrugged and walked over to Terrako, noting an electric circuit near a door.

“What is that?” Ammon asked.

“Dunno. Looks like it keeps the door open.”

“How is it still working after all these years?”

“I don’t know.”

Ammon put his hands on his hips and gave Orman a teasing smile.

“Why don’t you know anything?”

“Because I like to remain blissfully ignorant. Now come on.”

Ammon stared at the door for a moment before catching up to Orman.

“What exactly are we looking for anyways?” He asked when he reached the pedestal.

“Dunno, we need to investigate this place and report back whatever we’ve found, so that’s what we’re doing.”

“Investigate… investigate what?”

“Investigate something, I don’t know. Didn’t you listen to Rhoam during the briefing?”

Ammon scoffed and crossed his arms, looking around for a moment. “Welp, there’s nothing here. We can go home now.”

“Hold on now, we haven’t seen everything.”

Ammon groaned and spun around, staring down the empty room. “It’s just an empty room.”

“An empty room with technology still working! I’m sure that’ll be useful information.” Terrako beeped in response and Orman rubbed his little head. “See? The guardian agrees with me!”

Ammon rolled his eyes. “Just get him to record everything so we can leave.”

“Sure thing,” Orman put his hands on his knees and looked at the little guardian. “Ok Terrako, be a good little guardian and record everything so Ammon doesn’t blow a fuse!”

“Hey!”

Terrako made some beeps that Orman assumed was giggling, and he chuckled while Ammon huffed.

“Just wait until Rhoam hears about this. Harassment while on the job is no joke, you know!”

Orman smiled and rolled his eyes while Terrako looked around at some debris. He himself stared at the pedestal, having to agree with Ammon that there was nothing special of note here. He watched Terrako while Ammon continued to complain, curious at what the guardian was doing. Terrako studied every piece of rubbish and debris left in the ruin, and the little guardian found itself near a wall with a strange mark on it. Orman titled his head and walked over to Terrako, eyeing the symbol.

“What is that?” Ammon asked, not moving from his spot. Orman knelt down and brushed his hand against the symbol.

“You ask a lot of questions, Ammon.” He pulled back his hand to look at the dust on his gloves. Ammon scoffed and turned back around.

“I ask a lot of questions you don’t know the answers to apparently,” he grumbled to himself.

“It’s a mysterious ruin that has stuff we don’t understand, how do you expect me to know everything?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you know?”

“I’ve never seen it before!”

“Sounds like a weakness to me…”

“You’re a weakness to me.”

“No you are!”

Orman burst out laughing and Ammon did the same. Such ridiculous banter, what were they? Children? Terrako made a beep noise and Orman rested his hand on his head.

“What is it, little one?” He asked, and Terrako continued beeping, staring at the symbol on the wall. Orman narrowed his eyes as Terrako’s beeping got strange.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared, and electricity burst out from the symbol, hitting Terrako. Orman yelped and jumped back from the guardian as electricity spewed out of him. The lights in the ruin went out one by one, and all the technology started to spew out electricity and shutting down. Including…

Orman gasped as he spun around and saw Ammon’s prosthetic arm spew out electricity. His whole body convulsed and he collapsed to the ground, his muscles continuing to spazz.

“AMMON!” Orman cried, running to his friend. He grabbed his spear and brought it down on the emergency release button on the prosthetic, releasing it from Ammon’s arm. He ripped Ammon’s sleeve off and threw the prosthetic far away from both of them. “Ammon,” his voice shook as his hand hovered over his friend. His eyes fluttered open, and he stared up at the ceiling, dazed. He wasn’t unconscious, that was good, but it didn’t mean that the injury wasn’t serious. Orman listened closely to his breathing as he checked Ammon’s nub, cringing at the burns on where the skin was in contact with the prosthetic. That looked painful.

“Ok,” he whispered, “what do I do, what do I do?” He stared at the arm for a moment, then reached into his pouch and grabbed a bright bloom seed, smacking it on the ground to light up the area he was in.

“Ammon,” he said as calmly as he could, and Ammon looked over at him. “Are you feeling alright?”

Ammon frowned, taking in a shaky breath. “I—I can't feel my arm…”

Orman stared at him for a moment, then pursed his lips. “Which one? You’re kind of missing one of them.”

Ammon glared at him and Orman looked down.

“I guess you still have some of it…”

Ammon took in another shaky breath. “It feels… numb…”

“Well, I’m not surprised. Just focus on breathing alright? I’ll take care of this.”

Ammon nodded slightly, and Orman listened to his struggled breaths. That wasn’t good that he was struggling to breathe, but he could worry about it when it got concerning. He pulled out his canteen and began pouring it onto his burns. When his water emptied out, he grabbed Ammon’s canteen and emptied that as well. He then grabbed bandages he had in his pouch and gently laid them over his burned nub. He checked Ammon’s breathing again, and it seemed to have evened out.

“Ammon? How are you feeling now?” He asked.

Ammon shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut. “Like sh—“

Orman jumped when he heard a loud beep coming from Terrako, and he spun around to see the little guardian beginning to wake up. He sighed, and looked down at Ammon who was beginning to sit up.

“It’s just Terrako,” he muttered, and Ammon nodded.

“Ok… we should get out of here before something like that happens again,” Ammon said, laying back down when he wasn’t strong enough to sit up

Orman looked at the door that they came through and sighed.

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen any time soon.”

“What do you mean?”

Orman stood up and walked over to the door. “The door is shut.”

Ammon groaned. “Are you serious?”

“All the technology here shut down, including the door that you showed no interest in earlier.” He looked over at Terrako who was beeping slowly and barely moving. “I doubt he could open up this door in his state.”

“Wonderful… we’re stuck here…”

Orman walked over to Ammon and watched him carefully. He looked exhausted, and his expression was pinched in pain.

“You alright?”

“No…”

Orman rested his hand on his shoulder. They needed to find a way out, Orman would feel much better if an actual doctor took a look at him. Maybe princess Mipha or Queen Kailani would be able to help him. But he couldn’t do anything while stuck in here. He looked over at Terrako who began to crawl towards them, and he hummed.

“Terrako, do you have enough energy to call for help?”

Terrako beeped and Ammon sighed. “Shouldn’t he… save his energy… to open up the door?”

“It might take too long to do that. If we could call for help on the Sheikah slate, maybe someone can come for us?”

“Will that… even work?”

“I don’t know! Technology is weird, so it might!”

“Ah… well… let’s hope… so…”

Orman looked at Ammon worried as he began to drift off. He panicked for a moment and shook him gently.

“Hey, I don’t know if it’s safe for you to sleep, Ammon.”

Ammon groaned and kept his eyes closed, and Orman shook him again.

“Come on Ammon, please don’t fall asleep. I—I don’t know if I’ll be able to wake you up.”

Ammon opened his blue eyes and gave Orman a blank look. Orman sighed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sure you’re tired, but I’m not taking any chances until we can get out…”

Ammon sighed, annoyed and rested his head back, staring at the ceiling. Orman smiled slightly, then looked back at Terrako, who was barely moving. He didn’t know what the right thing to do was. They needed to get out to help out Ammon, but Terrako seemed to have used up all his energy on crawling towards them. Waiting for him to be strong enough to send a signal or to open the door would take too long, but what else was he supposed to do? And which one would be the fastest option? Orman groaned and leaned back against the rock, feeling his mouth drying up. Just great. He used up all of his and Ammon’s water to deal with the burn. They really couldn’t stay for long. Terrako beeped and began crawling to a wall, examining it.

“Hey, don’t send another electric shock through the building,” Orman warned. Terrako beeped again and clawed at the wall, and Orman gasped when some of it crumbled away. He shot up and knelt at the wall, pushing some of the rocks away. He felt a draft from a gap in the rocks and he cheered. “I think I found a way out!” Terrako made an offended beep and Orman chuckled. “Sorry. Terrako found a way out.”

Ammon cheered tiredly as Orman began moving the rocks out of the way, feeling the fresh air hit his face as the wall crumbled away, and soon there was a big enough hole for Orman to crawl through. He jogged over to Ammon who had his eyes closed, and Orman’s heart skipped a beat.

“Hey,” he shook him, a little too aggressively, and Ammon groaned. “I’m sorry, but I need you to stay awake.”

Ammon glared at him, lifting himself up shakily. Orman helped him sit up and he pointed to the hole.

“Do you think you could crawl through that hole?”

“Yeah, yeah I can do that,” Ammon muttered, slowly standing up with Orman’s help. But when he took a step, his knees buckled, and Orman nearly yelped when he caught him.

“Ok, just wait here…” Orman gave Ammon a pat on the shoulder before standing up and grabbing Ammon’s arm. He then took his belt and Ammon’s belt and strapped the exhausted Terrako to his chest. He swung Ammon’s arm over his shoulders and walked over to the hole.

“I’m fine, Orman. I can crawl through on my own,” Ammon said, sounding more sure of himself this time. Orman nodded, figuring Ammon needed to get used to his legs a little more. Orman went in first, sighing with relief when he was outside, and helped Ammon crawl out. He stood up, helping Ammon on his feet and looked at the castle.

“How are we gonna explain this?” Orman muttered to himself, thinking about what they found at the ruins. “The weird electrical shock, the symbol that caused all this… all of it…”

“Just tell Rhoam Terrako did it,” Ammon said, causing Terrako to make an offended beep. “Hey, I’m not technically wrong.”

Orman chuckled at the two and pulled Ammon’s arm slightly.

“Well, we have time to figure it out, come on, you need help.”

Ammon nodded and stuck close to Orman’s side as they began walking towards castle town. Orman kept a close eye on his dear friend, the feeling of worry never really going away even as he walked along the field. But he supposed that there was not much else he could do except to make sure he was well enough to make it to a healer. Until then, all he could do was worry.

[simp4konig]

okay, a couple questions

1: favourite song?

2: favourite movie/show?

3: idk anything else you want me to know-

Okay 😋😋 saw this immediately but didnt have time in the morjning to respond ☹️ SORRY !!!!

1. I have more than one 🥵

I dont expect you to listen to all of these btw !! 😰😰Dont waste your time if you dont ijow tjem, 😭🙏 :

So yeah, basically I play all these songs^^^ on repeat 💀☠️☠️ Drift Phonk is SO good 💯💯😎even tjo its bass boosted cowbells with some. Percussion 🤓🤓☝️ i think its rlly good lol

Also have some rap/pop songs that are in Polish that im NOT gonna include here bc its not like youll understand a word of whay theure saying 😱😱😱

2. LOVEEEEE "Money Heist/La Casa de Papel " it's made me cry twice🥰💔💔om the fifth episode of the last season because my favourite character died😞

I watch True Crime documentaries and just documentaries abt the internet😇😇 My favs for each category respectively: "Don't F**k With Cats" + "The Most Hated Man on The Internet (i think its called anyeays lmaoo)

Also like watching classic films. Idk, i dont like tje stuff that comes out nowadays 🤕 so any blockbusters from the 80s–10s i LOVE 🤩🤩

3. Random information:

Natural blonde, with GRAY-blue eyes (because my eyesight is bad so the colour in my eyes has faded, 🥲 — so obv. I wear glasses😔its sad bc my eyes were ocrsn blue and now look metallic 🤖)

My handwriting is god-awfulm, like ILLEGIBLE😭😭😭 its sn insult to the paper honestly 💀💀you should see ky school books my notes are so messy ajd sll over the place i feel bad for the teachers that mark my exams/assessments😰

Currently reading the Harry Potter books (up to the fifth film, but i thought i should also read the books to compare😊), and im on the fourth novel — Its so THICK and im svared bc my good friend that's lendijg me these said that the next one is the longest 🤯 i might just kms 🙂🔫

I have a cat figurine collection 😱😱 I visit charity shops with my mum (mostly outvof obligation 😵), but we sometimes get lucky and founf ones out of porcelain, glass/crystal, carved in wood, etc 😽🐈🐈‍⬛😺

You know old ladies that wear flower patterns🌸🌺🌷 and middle-aged moms in their late 30s/40s tjay wear cheetsh /leopard print🐆🐆 ? Well im that but as a Gen z girl with an obsession with camo print LMAO,, I have a camo backpack, cargo camo print pants, camo leggings, camo tshirt, camo hat, even fuckijg csmo pencil case LMAO💀💀💀 I WOULD have had a camo phne case too but there wasnt the one i wanted for ky phone...💔💔So Idk i rock (horribly😵) an army fit so whem i CAN i go out in combat boots, cargoes+belt, black or darkgrey tshirt/turtleneck tucked into my cargos, fingerless gloves etc. 😙✌️✨✨✨

If you would like to leanr more, check out this post !!☺️✨✨(well reblog actuslly hahaha)

Tried to include new informwtion aboit myself here so i didjt repeat anytjing 😇, Hope i didnt bore you😰😰😰

[adhdavinci]

WIP WED: GHP4 (7/17, 7/24)

honestly idk when this was written but i think it was last week 🤔🤔 so it counts. for a total of 7!

thank you to @aparticularbandit , @somefishycat (welcome!), @aisalynn (welcome!), @nysscientia , @trappedinmymind , @scifikimmi , and @kalira

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Jinx coughs, “Damn, you got quite a grip… could think of a few better uses for it, though…” His eyebrow wiggle is cut short by the barrel of the Peacemaker right in his face. “Ack, okay, okay! Get that freaky metal head corpse away from me, sheesh. Alls I know is, Jak has his pal here, his girl down at the Stadium - Keira, I think? - and his new boo is Torn.” Sig keeps his mean-mug as he holsters his gun. It drops a bit as he nods at Daxter. “So you finally got it settled with your boy, then. Nice.” He offers a high five, which is shocking enough that Daxter returns it with maybe a bit too much gusto. The big guy winces a little, “Damn, you got some mean claws. Felt that through my glove.” “Heh, my bad,” Daxter grins. The cold fury in Sig's eye is gone, thank the Precursors. Still, it's a little relieving when the big guy turns to look at the front door. “So who's Torn?” “Oh, you -” Jinx's face does a weird little dance, like he can't settle on what kind of smile to leer with, “- you know, from the Underground.” Sig blinks. “The Torn?” He squints like he can see the guy. Hell, maybe he can, with that weird eye of his. “The hell's he doin’ dating a subordinate?” “Hey, we ain't with the Underground, technically,” Daxter jumps in, “we work for Krew, remember?” “Right,” Sig says. “Still, how old is this dude? And former KG? What's Jak gettin’ tangled up in that mess for?” “Beats me,” Daxter shrugs, even as his stomach does a little flip. It's so surreal, hanging with Torn, constantly squashing the urge to leap onto his shoulder. “But somethin’ went down between ‘em, and now Jak's missing! Left some pretty nasty marks, too.” Jinx sucks in a breath. “His other self, huh?” “Yeah. Wait, you know about that?” “Psh, o’course.” He answers like the question was dumb to begin with. “Shocked Torn's still kickin’.”

[mythica0]

CHARACTER TIME!!!

(Warning before clicking the read more there’s a LOT)

Everyone, meet Ato!

Her quirk is Robot: allows the user to do multiple things associated with robots (some examples listed)

-pronouns : she/her/it/glitch

-Hero name: the robotic hero- Glitch

The rest of the text/info:

-her right eye can see through cameras

-always emmits these little glitch particles

-> gets worse with anger or other strong emotions which makes her voice glitch (Like Vox’s)

Text around her tail:

-can power electricity

-needs to charge herself

-shows battery life

-expresses emotion like a tail and is fully prehensile

——-

-can turn into glitches/electricity

-in this form she can enter or manipulate technology

-this form takes anything she’s wearing with it

-if part is captured when she tries to return it this [drawing of limb fading into glitches]

-> this isn’t dangerous

-I didn’t write it on the paper but she is also pretty much intangible in this form

-can emit powerful waves (radio waves? Idk what I’d call em’) that can hurt (or stun) people this takes a lot of energy/charge

(Top left text) - Using her abilities makes her battery drain faster/ uses charge

-again didn’t write this on the paper but when she runs out of charge she ‘shuts

Down’ as well as if she has any sort of mechanical problem. This shut down is like sleeping which she can manually do as well to help her charge faster (this is what she does at night.) if she shut down at will and isn’t having any issues/ran out of battery she can be woken up like any other person but if she shut down for one of the above reasons she can’t be awoken until she’s charged or the problem is fixed

Other: mostly fine w/water but if some gets in her internal systems she’ll glitch out (if it’s enough she’ll shut down. Also this basically means she can shower, but it’s not a good idea to swim lol)

-once again not mentioned on paper but her hands and joints are metallic and look like metal but the rest of her looks like flesh. She is human but also has a lot of robot-like internal systems which means that when she gets injured you don’t just need a doctor but a mechanic. This also means she’s influenced by things like EMP’s. She is however basically immune to being shocked and can actually conduct electricity like a wire! (She cannot control where she conducts electricity like Denki can but if you put her between a gap in a circuit she’ll make it a complete circuit)

Hero costume details:

-Antenna(comms) with goggles

-bullet proof vest

-gloves (can’t decide if I want them metallic/full hand coverage or not) which amplify [text stops here but it’s pointing at her radio wave ability]

-Hover boots? [the question mark means I’m unsure if it would work or not settles on the idea]

-went for a cyborg aesthetic. [because she is one!]

-uses swords??

Inspo: Vox(HH) and *I wanna be a machine* by the living tombstone

Any input on her weapon is appreciated cause I went with swords but I’m not really feeling it as much as I wish I was.

And for you guys (my lovely followers and moots) some tword stuff!

-she’s a switch but likes to pretend she’s just a ler

-her death spot is the metal tips on her tail, by a LONG shot. They’re basically instant game-over.

-this is followed by her knees, ribs and the rest of her tail (roughly that order)

-if you’re gonna tword her tail though you gotta hold it in place or else it’s gonna wag

-she is very weak to teases that point out she’s enjoying herself. Other teases don’t really get to her all that much. (Ex: you could turn into your glitch form at any time if you really wanted to get out of this~)

-as a ler, she will be very sarcastic and sassy

-WILL use baby talk

-loves to play tword games with her lees.

[rosenongrata]

solitary solidarity – i

Summary: A selection of writings that explore the early days of the odd relationship between Doctor Veritas Ratio and Missus Kagome Ikeda.

A/N: need a break from the chapter 2 smut, so i'm writing this a bit here and there >.< enjoy?? idk anyway, Dr. Ratio be a massive bitch fr

c.w/s: varies on what part, but i'll make sure to mark each addition with the proper tags in the a/n. OC-insert.

w.c: ~700

“Ah, it’s you, the…” A semi-muffled yet deep voice rings behind the tall woman – who had been minding her business, walking down the long hall with a stack of papers in hand, “…Copycat, is it?”

She only stopped in her tracks for a mere moment before resuming her initial task – which is approaching her office door, shuffling for her keys, and then promptly dropping them onto the floor. She finds herself on the verge of sighing as she stares down at her keys for a long, quiet moment – but she snatches the chain of one too many keys before the person behind her can say anything.

“We have not met before now – so, allow me, Mrs. Kagome Ikeda,” The man resumes – he refuses to let the alleged fellow prodigy in front of him get away so quickly, “I am Doctor Veritas Ratio, I am a—”

“I know…” The woman mutters, “…I already looked at the entire list of staff members from across all schools.” She still hasn’t given him a single glance – even after she pops open her office door and flips on the light.

She steps inside, setting her stack of papers upon papers on her well-organized desk. His eye twitches underneath the plaster sculpture on his head – maybe it’s a good thing she hasn’t looked at him yet.

“Well, it is nice to know that you do your research.” He nearly grumbles, feigning a pleasant demeanor for now. “I have a query.” He adds.

And she silently wishes he’d go away already – does she have to chase him with a broom to get him to leave?

When she finally turns to him, he nearly sighs in relief to capture her full attention. But the next words out of her mouth immediately mute that desire of his to sigh,

“I do too.” She blinks, her eyes painted with exhaustion – the dark circles surrounding her silverine gaze left uncovered despite the makeup on her face elsewhere. “What’s with…” She trails off, threatening to spill her thoughts about how ridiculous and stupid it looks, but she barely refrains, “What’s with the plaster head?”

“Hardly important—”

“I beg to differ.”

“Oh? Do elaborate.”

“If you are going to speak to me, I would enjoy at least an ounce of respect from one of my new coworkers.” She answers, but her tired, dull expression gives no sway to any emotion she might be feeling. “Or are you just…shy?” She inquires emotionlessly.

“I am not shy.” He hisses, “I will take it off should you answer my question.” He firmly crosses his arms.

“Okay.” She shrugs.

(She’s bored already? Hmph.) He ponders briefly, “Why are you called the “Copycat”, exactly?” He presses.

She looks away, staring out the nearby window instead and staying silent.

“…How disappointing.” He scoffs, “I’ll have you know that should you plagiarize–”

“I’m not called that because of plagiarism.” She sighs, glancing over at him, “It’s…too difficult to explain to someone who doesn’t have enough knowledge about my homeworld… That’s all.” She shakes her head.

“Is that so?” He hums, “Where are you from, then? I will gladly do the research myself.”

“…Don’t bother. I looked to see if there’s any records of my homeworld here, there aren’t.” She toys with her gloved fingers, picking at fabric and rubbing the tops of her hands.

“Why is that—”

“You’ve asked your maximum amount of questions for the day. Please come back tomorrow.” She says robotically, turning away from him to begin pulling out a shelf to her filing cabinet, “And close the door all the way when you leave, please. Thank you for dropping by.”

“Tsk,” He scowls underneath the plaster, “…If you have any problems with settling in,” He turns away, one hand on the knob of the door, “Find someone else to help you.” He doesn’t leave quite yet, wanting to hear her final response.

“Thank you, I will keep that in mind, Doctor.”

His eye twitches again before shutting the door behind him and striding away from the office. His fists clench at his sides and his teeth grit, he’s less than satisfied with that interaction – which isn’t particularly unusual for him, but… Something is different about her – maybe it’s because she’s branded as a prodigy of some sort or because of the mysterious “Copycat” moniker. He’s not sure which, but either way – it’s frustrating him.

(She’d make an awful professor – having a “max amount of questions per day”. What kind of ridiculous rule is that!?)

[quodekash]

RGJFDNLGEJKSGJEKSNDGKJBRDSKJGB OS2 MSP TIME OS2 MSP TIME OS2 MSP TIME OS2 MSP TIME HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP I MIGHT DIE

i need to take a break before i start because holy hell idk if im gonna make it

HOLY HELLLL

SOUNDWINSOUNDWINSOUNDWINSOUNDWINSOUNDWINSOUNDWINSOUNDWINSOUNDWIN GUYS SOUNDWIN ARE ON MY SCREEN FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE FEBRUARY HOW THE HELL DO I DEAL WITH THIS SOMEONE HELP

"welcome to my school president in the multiverse of cuteness" I SWEAR, IS THAT TITLE A PARODY OF MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS? PLEASE TELL ME ITS MAKING FUN OF MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS

AAAAAAAAAAAA TINN HELLO TINN HELLO HELLO

THEYRE EVEN IN EACH OTHER'S ROOMSSSSSSS

i love how gun sleeps on a double bed but he sleeps right in the middle with the other pillow smushed haphazardly to the side

GJKREDGF THE EXACT PARALLELS I LOVE THIS

THIS IS LIKE EXACTLY GUN'S WARM UP SPEECH

PROBABLY WORD-FOR-WORD

i smell merch

why is it outside in this universe

GIUERBGUBREOGB

SOUND IS THERE

WIN ISNT PART OF THE BAND YET

SOUND IS THERE

AND TIW IS THERE

HELLO TIW

WE ARE FINALLY TAKING ADVANTAGE OF TIW'S INCREDIBLE RANGE OF SKILLS

AND YO WITH PHAT'S GLASSES?????

GNEJRKSDBG

sound with the game is just making me think of james from futs, which, no, i have not yet seen, but i do know some things

wait or is satang's character koh

i cant remember

and no, i have not yet moved on from this one frame, just let me appreciate it for a little bit longer

i want this chair

but also i dont

it would be fun to curl up in like a weirdly shaped cat

i wish i could see all these posters in full

HOLY CHINZHILLA SHRINE BUT LION

i see weve already got the soundwin red/yellow agenda going on (@ashedddaisy please see this)

genuine question tho, whose boxing gloves are those???

i see weve got tiwpor's pink and blue already very present

seeing phat without glasses is very strange

okay, i think im good, im done appreciating this one frame. time to move on and continue with the actual episode

GUYS I LOVE TIW SO MUCH

IGERIGDBJERB I DIDNT PROCESS THAT

WE USED TO GET WIN/YO FRIENDSHIP

BUT NOW ITS SOUND/PHAT FRIENDSHIP

GEIHRKBGRUEJKBGKRE

i freaking love sound so much

HELL YES, THE DRAMATIC MUSIC AND THE STARTING INTO THE DISTANCE AND THE FIST IN THE AIR AND THE DRAMATIC STATEMENT, I LOVE WHEN THIS HAPPENS AND TINN DOING IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY

GIMMMM

pls this was so funny for some reason

ratchanee. thats so strange to me. is she not just gim.

"keep it down! her son is staring at you!" yeah, because he's in love with him

DAMN, FOURTH REALLY PERFECTED THE 'staring at your crush but you really just look like a serial killer' LOOK

GIUESBG THESE LINES BUT CHANGED FOR TINN IM DYING

"his skin is fairer. hes even taller than me now. he still has that pair of bunny teeth. but he's a lot cuter!" FOURTH'S VOICE IN THIS HRBGHRBG

PORGUN FRIENDSHIP PORGUN FRIENDSHIP PORGUN FRIENDSHIP (ft sounds face in the foreground bc i had to)

PLS THIS IS SO FUNNY

I GASPED

THEY SPED THROUGH THAT QUICKLY

ALSO A FEW THINGS TO MENTION ALREADY:

1. why he look so depressed. you need a hug winny pooh?

2. hes wearing the exact shade of purple that sound often wears. so thats pretty interesting.

PLS I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH

mark, i-

HELL YEAH HES FAMOUS AS WINNIE THE POOH, A BASSIST

HELL YES

also i love yo at the bottom there, desperately clinging to the wall

HE'S CROSS-EYED, WHY IS HE CROSSEYED IN THIS SHOT

IT GOT WORSE

"huh? why me?" "the chemistry between you two is just right" HELP

this one image brings so much more dopamine to my soul than i can possibly express

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THE SLAM AGAINST A WALL but not in a sexy way BUT REVERSED HELL YES I LOVE THEM

MY RIVALS TO LOVERS BOIIIIISSSS

I LOVE THEM

IM GONNA GO FERAL

because we need a 12 episode plot to progress in 2 episodes, sound

THE ROAR

TINN'S LITTLE ROAR

EGHRKDBJ

ah shoot i ran out of images again (this has to stop happening)

ill make a second post and then post both (or possibly all, i may need more than two for this lol) at the same time

[phantom-does-a-thing]

PHANTOM hey hi im being normal about ashe winters do you have any thoughts about her . (if not u can leave this ask no worries)

I keep forgetting you send me this ask Oli hold on ok I don't really have that many thoughts, but I will just give you the general way I characterize Ashe:

She/He swag.

I recently watched Yakko's beating every 3d sonic game in a week video and that for some reason has greatly shaped my view of Ashe Winters. Interpret that as you will??????? I have no idea how to explain it.

He and Vyncent stay back a lot whenever Will n Dakota go out bc they both have issues with being out in public (and neither of them like being alone)

she's the perfect balance actually to the triad bc it always means they're able to duo off and no one is left alone. Her n Vyn bond over not liking to be in public n also not being really human. With William bc they are both emo and with Dakota bc he is an extrovert that adopts introverts and is so charming.

whatever way I write Ashe, he will never be fully human in my mind, sorry can't write him normally.

If I give Ashe Wings: they're like silver wings the same color as her hair and she has feathers all the way up her back and behind her ears. She is super fluffy and there are even feathers in her hair. She also has VERY big wings like they are proportionate to her body, if she were not frail and vitamin deficient she would be able to fly with them.

But he also never takes care of his wings because he doesn't know HOW. No one ever tried to show him and he is too uncomfortable in his body to try and look up. It also doesn't help that his wings are MASSIVE. He can only reach like an itty bit on the inside of his wings, so preening is useless.

She can chirp and click and chitter and absolutely HATES that she can and that she does it unintentionally a lot. She hates it so much because she knows it's not normal and that that's not how to be human. So he tries to hold it back as much as possible.

I think it's silly bc Vyncent also chirps but they chirp in wildly different tones so it's always a jumpscare for both of them. But like a good jumpscare. Bc Vyncent hasn't heard similar tones in a long time and yet Ashe can also chirp and woah. We aren't that different actually.

The fact that Vyncent isn't human either is a big reassurance to Ashe. Like they bond fr!

if I give her scales!!! ohohohooo so silly. Idk what color scales she would have but they are iridescent and don't work very well to be scales, they are fragile and very weak. Her scales will break easily and constantly peel off bc gene issues and humans are not supposed to have scales.

She has scales on her cheeks (like freckles), down her neck, her shoulders/collar bone, at her hands and wrists, down her back and on her legs. They're a lot less noticeable than Mark's so she doesn't necessarily have to hide them as much bc if you don't look close they're hard to see. But they are very itchy and uncomfortable.

He wears a scarf and fingerless gloves both to hide the scales and to make them easier to deal with. Compression = doesn't itch as bad so it helps.

Mark gave him literally NO information on the scales thing. Like what the hell do you do when the only other person in the entire world that might know what to do or understand the situation is your FATHER who is never there and you would never go to for personal questions like this? Ashe had to learn everything himself.

He does not know how to deal with shedding. It is a very painful process bc he doesn't know how to do it. He could just soak in a nice warm bath for a bit and it would be so much easier but it's Ashe, she doesn't do that.

She has been alone for so long that now she actually has some friends, he gets so nervous when left alone. Him :handshake: Vyncent.

I keep comparing him to Vyncent but they are both creatures, ok last comparison tho. They both have probably the worst people to ever base how to be normal off of, especially for Ashe.

Like Vyncent is not human, Ashe cannot use him as a basis on how to act normal. William is... well he's william, he's one end of the extreme spectrum. Dakota is at the complete opposite end.

They are the worst influences on Ashe, sorry. They are.

Ashe is very quiet during conversations and doesn't contribute much, he just watches and observes. He listens and remembers and does who knows what with that information.

He has curly hair, sorry I hit all of them with the curly hairification beam I can't describe any other hair type. Very long, frizzy curly hair, not as bad as Dakota but he also doesn't take care of it much.

He is a GAMER this is CANON but I think it's SILLY and I need to reiterate it.

He is probably the best at video games out of the four but that isn't like a big achievement. It's like Jay being the most sensible of the riptide pirates again. But he is actually really good at video games.

William forces him to play horror games and he shrieks anytime something scary happens (he HATES Horror).

Back on the fact that he is a very quiet person, however... there are a few things that he will go on HOUR rants about (video game plots, movies, tv shows, stupid internet facts. He knows so much internet lore) and it's like finding cheat codes to get him to talk about something. bc without being prompted, he won't contribute to a conversation at all.

She is a tumblr girlie sorry. William is a reddit mf.

Parallel play is her love language fr, but like he literally doesn't know anything else because no one ever spends time with her lol

There's probably more I could say but I don't feel like thinking of more things. Have this list, I didn't mean to go on a tangent.