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qkopi · 2 years ago

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Not to be basic or anything 😭

But can I request spider!reader going with Miles to earth 42. And she’s 42!miles dead gf so when he sees her he’s super attached to her and his feelings are coming back for her she’s reciprocating. But then Miles is just chained up watching the girl he likes being flirted with by his alt self and he’s just like

miles: yeah this doesn’t hurt 😐

Uncle Aaron: you lyin?

Miles: Yeah 😢

ANOTHER DIMENSION

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pairings: prowler! miles x fem! reader

cw: none

summary: just when you and miles thought you had gone back home, everything went wrong when you meet miles’ alternate version of himself, but for some reason why were you kind of falling for him too?

a/n: ik the anon said spidey! miles was just going to stay there and remain chained to the punching bag but come on, we all know he’s gonna escape one way or another🤷🏻‍♀️

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just when you found out you were in the wrong dimension with miles, he was knocked out from someone behind, making you rush towards him.

“miles—” you kneeled to miles’ unconscious state as the boy with the prowler suit walked closer to you but you had webbed his hand to the railing of the rooftop.

“don’t even try it.” you glared at the prowler until uncle aaron had threw a gas poison at you, immediately making you weak as you inhaled the toxic air.

before you could even touch the ground, someone had caught you. it was that masked boy.

(30 minute time skip)

you woke up, gasping for air as you looked around the place, examining it for a bit before investigating.

“is this uncle aaron’s place..?” you thought to yourself as you continued to look around.

as your eyes wandered all over the place, you then landed on a punching bag where miles was chained up against.

“miles..” you said under your breath worriedly, immediately taking the blanket off your lap to go free him.

but before you could even stand up, the prowler had held you to sit back down.

“get off me!” you tried shooting you webs, only for nothing to come out of your wrists.

“these yours?” prowler opened his hand, revealing your web-shooters. before you could snatch them, he threw them behind his back.

you tried to fight against his hold, pushing his hands off your shoulders, trying to knock him out but he had caught your fist in time.

“who are you and what do you want?” you gritted on your teeth, glaring at him through the lenses.

there was a moment of silence, making you impatient as the prowler’s mask retracted and revealed his face.

“miles..” your eyes softened as you lowered your fist.

“hermosa.. (beautiful..)” miles’ hand trailed up to your cheek, caressing your cheek as he is staring at you with a warm and gentle expression on his face.

miles is now beginning to speak and is whispering to you in a soft tone as he looks at you with love and hope in his eyes.

“you look just like her..”

before you could even ask what he was talking about, the boy had cupped your cheek and kissed you on the lips, feel his warm touch as the kiss goes on.

you had never kissed anyone before or even have the thought of kissing your bestfriend… but this miles was making it feel like the best thing you could imagine.

meanwhile. your miles was beginning to wake up as he looked at his surroundings, then spotting another version of himself kissing you. but then, miles slowly moves away from you and looks at you with a loving expression.

"i missed you so much, mi cariño.. (my darling..) it’s like you never even left..” he hugged you tightly in his embrace as you only blushed, not knowing what to do.

then you and miles could hear hear grunting noises from miles, he was struggling to get out of the punching bag as he was still weak.

“don’t touch her!” he yelled out, trying to break free but to no avail. meanwhile, miles only smirked at the other version of himself.

“say.. why don’t you ditch that cabrón (dumbass) and come with me, mami?” miles pulled you closer to him as you met him eye to eye.

“i’m sure i could do way better than he could.”

once those words came out of miles’ lips, miles broke free out of the punching bag in time with his venom powers. he immediately webbed your waist, pulling and twirling you back into his arms.

“nah, man. she’s mine.” a smirk only came up to miles’ lips as his mask retracted back onto his face.

“guess what, chico? i ain’t letting her go… not again..” miles muttered the last part to himself, getting his gauntlet ready to pounce on miles.

before miles could even land, miles had already grabbed your waist, pulling you closer as he still had his web shooters and breaking the windows to escape.

but miles was not going to let you go that easily. he wasn’t going to let his second chance slip away.

“how could you let him even touch you like that?” miles asked as he was swinging from building to building. miles never told you about his feelings, yet, but clearly they were showing.

“you don’t understand, miles! i think he-” miles suddenly cut you off, groaning in pain as he felt a device on his back, electrocuting his body and letting you go.

now you were falling 60ft in the air, trying to shoot your webs as you remembered, the other miles had thrown them away.

“oh sh-” before you could hit the ground, miles had already caught you, landing on a building as he carried you bridal style.

“told you i ain’t letting you go, unlike him.” miles smirked as you were still speechless.

yes, you did have feelings for miles but this miles made you weak in the knees.

miles then noticed from far away that miles was trying to get back up, swinging and trying to find you while miles hid you away from him.

while he hid the both of you, you noticed how close he was as he put his hands on the wall beside your head, panting under his breath.

“now, where were we?” he looked back up to your eyes as your eyes directly went to his lips.

“i think you were asking me to leave my miles for this miles.” you said sarcastically with a playful smile.

“it’s a good idea, dont you think?” a smirk came across his face, leaning in closer.

“mm, i don’t know.. you gotta show me if its worth it or not.” you put a finger to his lips, pushing him away but he took ahold of your wrist, moving them out of the way.

“oh, i’ll definitely show you..”

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earthnashes · 7 months ago

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A concept sheet for one of the characters for my oc project Feathers and Flowers! :)

To some of you, she may look a lil familiar. To those of you who are just now getting a look at her: this is Sakura! She's one of the main characters of the story, and she's gone through quite a few changes since I've last shown her. The story has too!

The very core of the story remains the same, but how it's told received a huge overall; took a lot of inspiration from Dungeon Meshi and DnD and Baldur's Gate 3 (I know that's DnD too, but hey) and it's growing into a story I'm actually very happy with so far! At any rate, this is a bit of a sneak peek of what I got going.

At any rate, some design notes for the new iteration of Sakura!

-Sakura is a Goliath Halfling: part human, part Goliath. A Goliath is a race of huge human-like beings that have large, long sabre teeth jutting from their upper jaw. They're basically an adjacent to Orcs, just with sabre teeth instead of boar tusks. uwu

-She's actually larger than her original design concept, but she's smaller than what a Goliath actually is. Her human blood muddies a lot of her large traits, including her fangs.

-Her hair is more fur than it is human hair and travels down the length of her spine; it stops just short of her tailbone.

-Her nails aren't necessarily claws, but they're much harder, stronger, and durable than a human nail! They're pointed with a blunted edge like all Goliaths to allow digging through hard surfaces. They are also "retractable" at will, like that of a cat!

--- Character Tidbits---

-Sakura remains intrinsically kind and friendly, however what she is forced her to use her smile as a shield. Goliaths and races like them aren't seen positively, and Sakura is treated accordingly.

-She has big dreams of joining a renowned guild called the Slayer's Guild; she wants to be seen as a protector, not as a danger, and the Slayer's whole shtick is slaying monsters to protect the weak. They're the heroes in every story. Perfect for her! ...Right?

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More on Sakura's story and the story of Feathers and Flower to come! I hope you like her! ;w;

#feathers and flowers #my art #my stuff #oc project #original characters #f&f sakura

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lovehypegirl · 1 year ago

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DUTIFUL ADEPTUS

synopsis: you're the adeptus created by Morax to watch over Liyue alongside Adeptus Xiao in his absence. When he comes back in his mortal form, he makes sure to tell you to rest wc: 0.8k warnings!: none

Being an adeptus was nothing to scoff at. Especially if that adeptus was created by Morax himself

He created you in his image; flowing dark hair with golden tips, sharp golden eyes with a dragon-like glow, brown and golden horns, and the strength to subdue a hundred monsters at a time

He had created you from cor lapis for strength, a silk flower for elegance, and a glaze lilly for wisdom

You were created in the adult image and therefore had no childhood

Your days were spent training with Morax as he taught you the ways of martial prowess and of poetry, song, and story

He always taught you to remain sharp in all aspects of life Additionally, he set you to lead the Yakshas as you were the strongest

You spent your days among the other Yakshas and often found yourself receiving gifts of intricately embroidered Hanfu in varying shades of gold from Menogias

In fact, many temples that were erected in Liyue in your honor have art that depicts you wearing a golden Hanfu

Now, when Morax had to fight in the Archon War, you were left behind watching over the people of Liyue and defending them from such harm

This caused the people of Liyue to see you as a protector and they began to erect temples in your honor and give offerings which in turn, made you stronger

When the war ended, Morax went to rule Liyue from afar, visiting once a year on the rite of Descension

Xiao is a different story, after his fellow Yakshas died from their karma, he tended to distance himself and protect Liyue from afar

Your work was hard. You constantly circled the entirety of Liyue like the sun ensuring that no monsters approached the city, the temples dedicated to the adepti were not desecrated, visiting Cloud Retainer, Mountain Shaper, and Moon Carver

You also visited Ganyu on a weekly basis to ensure that she was doing well working among the humans, watching Gaming as he preformed his Wushou dances, looking out for YaoYao whenever you saw her wandering the wilds, bringing gifts for Shenhe, conversing with Ningguang, talking with Beidou at the wharf, and so on

Basically, you never had time for yourself and you became even more busy when the Traveler came to Liyue

When the whole fiasco was settled Morax or Zhongli came to visit you in your abode

It was the first time you had seen your master face to face for a proper cup of tea and a conversation

It felt like reuniting with a father

"My dear, how have you been?" he asked over the steaming cup of tea. The golden sandbearer trees swayed in the wind as Tubby bubbled in the background "I have been well master, Liyue prospers every day under my protection" you answer in a serious manner He sighed slightly and placed his gloved hand on top of yours "Have you been taking some time for yourself?" "I'm afraid I cannot, master. Even now I am restless." He smiled slightly and squeezed your hand"It is good that you always remain diligent but you must learn to rest" "As an adeptus I don't need to rest--" "You do. You will exhibit signs of mental strain, my dear. And you needn't worry. Xiao will always be there to look after Liyue. You do trust him do you not?" "I do but..." "Then you will have no problem leaving Liyue in his hands whilst you rest for a moment" he gave you a sincere smile "...Alright. As you say"

Zhongli finally convinces you to take some time for yourself and mingle with the people of Liyue in a bit of a disguised form

You retract your horns and change your Hanfu to sometime a little less God-like

You found it rather calming to walk among the people that you spend your days protecting

Both you and Xiao fell into a rhythm where you protect the areas surrounding the cities and villages and he deals with the remaining land

Sometimes you can find him on the roof of Wanshu in and he always sits up a little straighter when you approach with a plate of almond tofu

"Adeptus Xiao, how have you been?" you ask as you hand him a pair of chopsticks "...I've been well" he says shortly as he accepts them "Has Zhongli visited you recently? I've seen him around the harbor often" "He has" Xiao responded as he chewed on the almond tofu, he's never much of a talker "Are you attending this years Lantern Rite? Or will you watch from afar?" "I'll be watching from afar" "Then will you...release a kite with me? I know it may sound stupid...but it makes those little humans so happy...it must be quite enjoyable" you said as you munched on a bite of the almond tofu "...sure" you could've sworn he smiled a little

When you see Xiao outside the city, you take walks with him through the Huaguang Stone Forest or through Dihua Marsh

Sometimes you accompany him on the roof of Wangshu Inn and show him how to take pictures of the sunset with the Kamera

Once a month, Zhongli, Xiao, and You have a dinner together in your abode. Placing your trust in the humans to protect their own kind for the night

#hypegirlwhispers #platonic genshin x reader #platonic genshin impact #platonic zhongli x reader #platonic xiao x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #xiao #zhongli #zhongli x reader #xiao x reader

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sinful-lanterns · 2 months ago

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Since you appreciate my fuzzy tarantula Garofano headcanon, I'm going to spoil you with this little scene I had in mind for Researcher and Drider!Garofano. 😌 Basically, Researcher's being her usual inquisitive self about Garofano, and it starts getting a little sexy. There's a little NSFWish stuff toward the end, but there's nothing too explicit. Maybe I'll consider writing more eventually. Also, I haven't written dialogue in ages, so I apologize for how rusty I am... 😅 Hopefully, this isn't too bad though! ------

You realize this is a bit of an awkward position for Garofano.

You've seen enough dead spiders before--flopped on their backs with their limbs curled toward their torsos with the eternal and graceless rigor of death.

But with the size of Garofano's web, it wasn't too difficult to convince the drider to rest comfortably on her back. You had bribed her with freshly-cooked food--skewers of cubed deer meat from one of her earlier hunts that you had roasted over the open fire. You had also come with some skewers of the raw meat as well if she had preferred something more... fresh.

All the same, it's in her web that the drider reclines herself back on her web, content to eat from your offering while you sit on the length of her abdomen. Garofano seems entirely unbothered by your weight even as you run your hands through the thick fuzz beneath you. The texture reminds you somewhat of bumblebees with its softness. You press a little harder as you rub curiously along one section of her torso, eliciting a soft sound from Garofano.

You look up quickly to see if you might have caused her discomfort, but the drider's eyes are blissfully closed. Movement behind you then draws your gaze that way, and you're momentarily taken aback when you see one of Garofano's segmented legs kicking with seeming delight at your continued touch.

You can't help but giggle.

Rahu did that too sometimes whenever you gave the domesticated werewolf belly rubs.

"So are all driders furry like you?" you ask, one-handedly opening up your trusted notebook while awaiting a response. "No. It varies by region. The hair you see on my abdomen and legs serves a purpose for the driders found in mine though: it allows us to sense vibrations in the air," Garofano explains.

Your eyes widen as you distractedly write that all down. "Really?"

"Yes. Even when standing still, I can tell which direction my prey might be running in."

Wow.

No wonder Garofano's such an amazing hunter.

That little fact was almost as intriguing as the dual claws you found at the tip of each of Garofano's legs during your earlier exploration of her. The drider had said they were used for climbing up vertical or uneven surfaces, but they were otherwise kept retracted. At such a revelation, you had pulled one of the limbs in question closer to you while doing nearly everything in your power to get the claws in question to pop out for you. In your excitement, you had neglected the fact that the leg tip was also directly in front of your face while you were attempting this.

It had earned you a soft, fond sigh along with a chiding "Darling..." before Garofano turned your attention away from her limb by cupping your face within her hands and sweetly smooching you into submission. You could still remember how you hot your face burned when Garofano broke the kiss to give you a nip on your bottom lip before going back to her meal.

Speaking of...

"So... do you fangs do anything else?"

Your question has Garofano blinking curiously. "I can inject venom through them."

That has you bolting upright.

You're venomous?!

"I can control the amount of venom at will," she elaborates calmly upon seeing your expression. "I can inject enough to kill or just paralyze my prey, but often times I forego the need entirely."

"Oh?"

Garofano's shoulders shrug elegantly. "It's more satisfying when I get my prey to submit to me completely of their own volition."

Try as you might, you can't stop the reaction her words give you, especially as you let your imagination runs wild.

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You can see yourself running through a shallow stream, trying to throw the predator hunting you off your trail. If you leave no tracks behind, then surely you couldn't be found, right?

Right?

You don't know how long you keep running, but you eventually hop onto a grassy bank as your energy begins to wane. With any luck though, the one pursuing you will keep following the path of the stream while you gain further distance between you both.

As the minutes pass, you begin to think your escape is all but assured. In fact, you can see the edge of the forest just some meters beyond you, and you can't help your immense relief as your arms and legs pump faster, urging you towards your well-earned victory.

But then your momentum is completely thrown off when something sticky and threadlike hits your flailing wrist, sending you crashing forwards to the ground. Perplexed, you struggle to get back to your feet, but your wrist remains stubbornly fixed to the forest floor by the webbing that encases it. Panicked, you use your free hand to try and rip it away, but in your distraction, you don't seem the looming figure behind you until it's too late.

In less than a second, your captor has your cheek pressed against the grass while she constructs another lattice-like shackle to bind your other wrist to the ground. You can feel furred limbs pulling at your hips, lifting them up, while another pair make quick work in shedding the clothing covering your lower half.

"You gave me a wonderful chase," a smooth voice croons down at you while firmly nudging at your legs, silently demanding them to spread wider--wide enough that you can feel the chill of the air as you're suddenly left exposed and vulnerable. "Shall I reward you for your efforts, dear?"

You can't find it in you to draw a response, especially when something blunt and wide presses against your wet folds...

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"Something tells me it wouldn't take much to earn your surrender."

You come out of your thoughts with a jolt to see Garofano looking at you with knowing eyes, but you can see the way her already dark eyes have dilated with considerable interest. It only enhances the very faint smirk on her lips, and you can't help but duck your head with a blush.

"You can tell?" you squeak out, earning low laughter from the drider as she cups your burning cheek.

"While I can't say that my senses are quite as enhanced as our canid companions, I can always tell when you're excited around me. You smell so very good when you are," she admits, voice low with desire, as her hand slips from your cheek to gently wrap around the front of your throat. "Would you like to experience what being my prey is like? Happily cavorting about in the forest before unexpectedly finding yourself on the chase of your life as you're hunted down by a bigger, stronger beast?"

You can't stop yourself from nodding rapidly, heart fluttering when that earns you a fanged grin from Garofano.

"Very well. When I capture you, I'll give you a bite. Right here," she says, rubbing her thumb where your neck meets your shoulder. "That will be my initial prize before I take what else has been offered to me. For now..." She leans forward to give you a chaste kiss--a taste of what's to come. Her smile then as she parts from you is all pure sin. "I'll give you a ten-minute head start..."

-- 🌙 anon (maybe I'll make myself a side blog one of these days)

GOD I'VE BEEN HOARDING THIS ASK FOR SO LONG. I think it's about time I finally post it though, it's just so good I need to share it with everyone, it's practically a fic...

FLUFFY TARANTULA GAROFANO MY BELOVED. I'm so in love with the Researcher just casually sitting on the tummy of Drider! Garofano's spider half, completely comfortable as she examines each one of Garofano's spider feet. Fun fact, did you know tarantulas have little paws? When you push a little on the tips, they splay out similar to cat paws. IMAGINE THE RESEARCHER PRESSING AGAINST GAROFANO'S TIPS AND WATCHING THEM SPLAY OUT. HER LITTLE PAWS AGJHSKHD--

And ofc, there's playing predator and prey with Garofano. I like to think that running from Garofano is a form of "exercise" to her now that she lives with the Researcher. As she no longer has to hunt for food on her own, Garofano keeps her body active by hunting you down in the wilderness to keep that predator instinct alive. It gives her such a rush and usually by the end of the chase, she excitedly ties you up and brings you back to her web to "reward" you for your efforts.

You really cooked with this ask, anon. You always do. You should totally make that writing blog, I encourage it <3

#⛓️ interrogation complete #🌙 anon #monster au #garofano smut #ptn garofano smut

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galaxygermdraws · 7 months ago

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Finally designing the Sonic cast. or. at least. Some of them. There are too many characters in this franchise these are just the ones I think about the most often. So uh. Ya. I will leave any notes under the cut since I have a lot, although not every character will have notes because we haven't explored every character (and share them with @shadesofvermillionvoid)

(reblogs with tags/comments are appreciated. Thankyu)

Sonic

Sonic's earring is Chip's bracelet. I don't think Sonic particularly likes having anything on his wrists, and Sonic Forces made that worse

The regulators are based directly on Sonic Prime, as I love the regulators in that show and think the idea of giving Sonic something similar to Shadow's Inhibitor Rings makes a lot of sense

He got those little markings due to accidentally absorbing some of Chaos' DNA

Tails

Tails has goggles like in Sonic Boom, because I like Boom Tails' design

He still has his robotic bits from Sonic Lost World, he still managed to keep his free will, but what happened was Zavok used his ability to control robots to force Tails to fight Sonic. Since then, Tails has updated his cybernetics so he can filter out any suspicious frequencies that could take his free will.

The cannon arm from Lost World is now basically like the guns from Mario and Rabbids, where you hold it in your hand and it like covers your arm. It's like that

Tails is a skeptic. This is the funniest bit but also thanks to Boom (the bad luck episode) it has some precedence

Knuckles

Knuckles in our lore is deeply spiritual (we are developing Mobian belief systems because we are Insane) , and the first time he saw Sonic he noticed he looked similar to the murals in Hidden Palace. So when Sonic turned out to be good, that made sense to him, as Sonic was common in a lot of prophetic murals around the island.

Knux actually thought Sonic was a god at first. Then he saw him choke on a Chili Dog.

He put beads around his spines after the events of Sonic Forces, since the war was over and he could relax for the first time in months.

Amy

Amy, like Knuckles, actually has a deep connection to her belief systems. We haven't figured out everything exactly, but she and Knuckles quickly bond over this aspect of their lives

I styled her quills differently because I kind of like giving her something that makes it obvious she is a hedgehog

Similarly, I gave her a back spine, and the hedgehog nose, since I had never realized she has the same kind of nose as Tails or Cream

Shadow

Shadow wears eye makeup. He puts it on every morning. For a while he had to have help with it (from both Rouge and Amy), but eventually figured out how to do it himself

He has yellow sclera due to the Black Arms blood. Similarly, he has a longer tail than most Mobian hedgehogs, and he cannot retract his fangs. His blood is green

He has some less favorable urges. Mostly related to the whole "Black Arms feed on living creatures" things, but they don't crop up often

He and Rouge have matching earrings

Rouge

I based her design off of Sonic Prime because I honestly prefer that design more. One because she looks like an actual spy, and two because it's based on her Sonic Heroes design. Similarly, she has Prim's hair tuft

Gave her the bat nose a lot of people do because I like the way it looks

I don't have a lot of thoughts about Rouge as of right now I am so sorry.

She and Shadow have matching earrings

Silver

Silver has a lot more scrapes and burns from his future, even though it's been fixed several times

He is displaced from time. He doesn't feel connected to his current future, especially since in our lore he is one of the few people to remember Sonic 06 (it's because in our lore, Timeline B Silver got his powers from Mephiles, in the sense that those time powers had to go SOMEWHERE after the timeline reset.)

I am going to be designing a weird messed up form for Silver (like Werehog or Doom Morph for Sonic and Shadow) based probably on Mephiles to some extent

Blaze

Like Silver, she has remnants of powers from the previous timeline. She already had fire powers in Timeline A, but she has much stronger ones now, as she still has Iblis inside of her, although the powers are no longer destructive, as they were never provoked

Her dimension is actually a result of Solaris ceasing to exist. That power still existed and had to go somewhere, so it ended up resulting in the Sol Dimension.

#sonic the hedgehog #tails the fox #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #amy the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #silver the hedgehog #blaze the cat #sonic #ask to tag #germdraws

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roodles03 · 2 months ago

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Hazbin Hotel Angelic Wings Theory

Something I thought of while falling asleep last night, is that after Vaggie regains her wings, they become retractable.

Vaggie regains her wings in Hello Rosie, but as we can see in the next episode they're seemingly gone

But later in The Show Must Go On, it's shown she can just pull them out at will and then retract them when she wants later.

Now comparing her to another Angel of her kind (exorcists) Lute ALWAYS has her wings out and it appears she CANNOT retract them. (This also applies to Adam but I don't think he counts as a true exorcist angel)

This may also apply to Vaggie herself before she was brutalized and attacked by Lute. As she has her old set of wings at all times.

(Yes, TORN off, not CUT off. Lute didn't use angelic weapons to cut off Vaggie's wings, she TORE them off with her bare hands. That's why Vaggie was able to grow them back)

So perhaps having your wings physically torn off in some way, when you grow them back it has the side effect of making them retractable. I was thinking that maybe the animators just don't want to draw the wings at all times but clearly they do for other angels and other winged characters so this seems purposeful.

This also seems to apply to the seraphim angels we see, Sera and Emily. They ALWAYS have their wings out and it doesn't seem they can retract them at will.

Now, who else is a Seraphim who CAN retract their wings?

Yes, it's Lucifer.

In fact, it seems Lucifer highly prefers to keep his wings retracted. Seemingly only using them to fly, fight, or show off. They also appear to come out automatically similar to his horns when he goes full-demon.

Now I actually did go back to the opening storybook sequence, and Lucifer has his wings out the ENTIRE time rather than just before which does make this a bit confusing.

But I do find it really odd he only has half his wings here, just before being thrown into hell, despite it not being a side profile. As an artist I really see no reason for that choice, it wouldn't really affect the silhouettes too much because they show overlap in earlier scenes. It just seems super odd here. But at the same time, there's no way to know the true intention of why they drew it the way they did. Maybe it was to make things appear clearer, it could be foreshadowing he lost half his wings? Who knows. I don't have an answer for this part.

But It's also important to note this opening scene was narrated to us as if it were a storybook being read to a child. Narratively, It's a simple narration/exposition of a previous event in the story. A lot of shows do this and leave out the details in order to actually show us what happened on screen in a flashback down the line. And to make that actual flashback more satisfying and NOT feel like a waste of time, they most definitely had to leave stuff out of this initial exposition. (Plus you still want mysteries to keep viewers engaged) Think of the Roo, Root of all Evil Theory, or how they don't talk much about Eve at all. This could be stuff they intentionally left out in case they do have a flashback of this moment later in the series.

So it's entirely possible that they purposely left out Lucifer getting his wings torn off to make it a surprise for when they do actually show us the fall of humanity, and in turn, Lucifer's fall.

Of course, you could argue that Vaggie and Lucifer CHOOSE to retract their wings while the other angels don't, but the fact that no angel we know of besides them does it, and they're both fallen angels, one of which we know FOR SURE had their wings torn off, it raises enough eyebrows for me.

Basically, I think it's very possible that through the evidence of Vaggie's wings being retractable after growing them back, and every other angel we know of never retracts their wings and has never had their wings torn off, it can be assumed that Lucifer might have had his wings torn off as punishment when he was sent down to hell.

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fadedncity · 9 months ago

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after hours

wc: 1.7k

pairing: renjun x fem!reader

cw: smut, fwb!au, secret fwb, non idol au, use of marijuana, sex while under the influence, teasing, oral sex (receiving), mentions of other idols, basically pwp

song inspo: hit this hard by post malone | after hours by kehlani

Your nose tingles and your eyes slightly sting. Because of Jaemin's suggestion to try and hotbox the apartment, the smoke clouded the entire room, with no fresh air moving around, only getting you higher.

"Can I please break the hotbox?" Haechan asks.

"Don't you dare," Jaemin warns.

"My eyes are starting to burn, I can't take this anymore!" Haechan dramatically whined.

"At least wait until this spliff is done," Jeno says.

Gigi passes you the blunt, only worth about two, maybe three hits left. You deeply inhale, holding your breath for a second for a little head rush before exhaling. Taking the last hit, the smoke hits the back of your throat with a bit of an extra kick, causing you to cough.

You had barely put out the last bit of the blunt when Haechan beelined to the nearest window, opening it all the way, starting to get some ventilation and finally some fresh air.

With the dim lighting of the LEDs and the copious amount of smoke filling the room, you only notice the shadow of the figure approaching you once they're right in front of you.

"You okay?" Renjun's voice brings you out of your thoughts.

Still, a little spaced out, you slowly nod.

"Here," he hands you a bottle of water.

"I'm fine," your voice is a little hoarse.

"Just drink it," he playfully kicked your foot before leaving you with a wink thrown over his shoulder.

By the time the smoke had started to really clear out, your bottle of water was almost empty. You find Renjun on the couch opposite of you, only partially engaged in the conversation with Chenle and Jisung.

His eyes had been trailing up from your black and pink weed socks, up your bare legs, to the cute skirt hugging your waist. By the time Renjun's eyes meet yours, he sees you already looking at him with a smirk.

"Are you coming?" Minjeong asks you.

"Coming where?"

"The deli on the corner for a snack run."

You glance back at Renjun to see him still looking at you. And as if coming to a silent agreement, you give Minjeong your answer.

"I'm too high to be outside right now," you say.

"Understandable. Want me to grab you something?"

"Yeah something salty. Or sweet."

"That's so helpful," she deadpanned.

You can tell Renjun's having a similar exchange with Jeno, coming up with some excuse for him to stay behind with you. As you wait for your friends to leave the apartment, your eyes are stuck on Renjun.

You both hear the door close, and quiet fills the house as the two of you are finally left alone.

"Can I help you?" you stare back at Renjun.

"Depends," he answers.

"On?" you ask, rising to your feet and walking over to his side of the room. But when Renjun diverts his eyes from you with a smile, a smirk of your own creeps onto your face as you drop a knee on either side of his thighs, sitting in his lap. "If you wanna kiss me just say that."

"Fine," is all he says before he pulls you in, and your lips clash with his.

Once your lips meet, your fingers curl themselves around the short hairs at the nape of his neck. Renjun's tongue swipes along your bottom lip, and you let the sweetness of the energy drink he'd been drinking along with traces of smoke invade your senses. The kiss soon grows heated, and Renjun's pulling you into his lap, gripping your thighs in his hands.

You pull away to catch your breath.

You pull the red Yankees snapback off his head, letting long strands of silver hair fall over his eyes. He reaches for it, but you retract your arm out of his reach while he frustratedly runs his fingers through his hair.

"Don't think that's fair, do you?"

"Cause you always play fair," you say.

"Far more than you. I mean look at what you're already doing to me," Renjun rolled your hips against his, allowing you to feel the outline of his cock growing hard.

"And what is it am I doing to you, Junnie?" you teasingly ask, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"That for starters. Not to mention, wearing this thing that seemingly gets shorter and shorter every time I see it," Renjun pushes your skirt higher up your thighs, gently squeezing your flesh, "How could you expect me to last all night without just getting at least one touch," he grips your bare thigh.

"Just one?"

"Unless you're asking me for more," the corners of his lips turn up, "Go ahead ask me."

"Renjun..."

"Yeah, baby?" he nods.

You grabbed the back of his neck and crashed your lips into his. Renjun starts kissing your neck, licking a long stripe up the side of your throat before sinking his teeth into your skin, making you shudder.

"Junnie~" you tighten your fingers around strands of his hair you grabbed onto.

"Love when you say it like that. Sound so cute and desperate," he says in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Renjun," you lightly scold him.

"Sorry, I forgot you're the only allowed to tease here."

"See, now you're getting it."

Maneuvering himself onto the floor, on his knees, Renjun's quick to get your underwear off; hooking his fingers in the waistband and pulling them off you.

Renjun's mouth waters, hungrily eyeing your glistening folds. He runs his fingers through his hair before collecting the long strands into a small ponytail, using your hair tie he was wearing on his wrist just to keep his hair out of his way for now.

Renjun pushes your skirt higher up your hips, allowing him to get a full few of your pussy. Renjun licks a fat stripe between your folds, letting your juices flow onto his tongue.

Your eyes flutter shut, and you mewl. You don't see it but rather feel Renjun smile against your skin as he pushes your knees to your chest and delves his face back into your pussy.

You roughly grab onto his silver locks, tugging at his roots. You both moan in unison as jolts of pleasure climb up your spine.

Your back arched from the cushions, your head sinking deeper into the arm of the pillows. The tip of Renjun's tongue traces along your folds, ghosting over your clit, making you shudder.

Renjun flattened his tongue, swirling around the bundle of nerves before sucking it into his mouth. Your legs restlessly squirmed against his shoulders, leading Renjun to hold the back of your thighs, keeping you in place as he ate you out.

"Junnie, please," you moan softly.

Renjun came up to catch his breath and hungrily eyed your pussy glistening in your slick and his saliva.

"So sweet," He spreads your lips to watch your aching clit twitch "The way you taste, the way you sound," he spits on your pussy, "S'all so addictive," Renjun smiled as he circled his thumb around your clit.

You grew closer to cumming just from the act alone and felt yourself clenching around nothing.

Renjun grinned, pulling your hips closer to his face. His tongue wiggled against your gummy walls, his nose pressing into your clit as your hips started grinding against his face.

"My god, Junnie, it's so good," you tell him, and he hums back in response, the vibrations causing your toes to curl.

Somehow beyond your moans, a mix of obscene noises from both his mouth and your cunt, and the music still playing in the house, you hear your phone ringing.

"Did Renjun want anything too?" Ningning speaks loudly into the phone so you can hear her over the cacophony in the background.

"Did you want something?" You look down at Renjun between your legs.

"I'm good. Got everything I need right here." Renjun smirks, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you closer to his face, bringing his tongue back to your core.

"He's good," you say, suppressing the moan rising in your throat.

"Are you okay?" Ningning asks, hearing the strain in your voice.

"Yeah, I just took a hit of the bong," you lied.

Ningning gasps on the other line, "They're using the bong without us!" she says to the others, "You better keep that shit packed for us by the time we get back," you drop your phone once she hangs up.

Your thighs are shaking, and your teeth sink violently into your bottom lip. Your fingers tightly grip his hair as you rock your hips against his face, chasing your high.

"Fuck, Renjun, I'm gonna cum," you pant.

Your legs close around Renjun's head as your orgasm hits you. Your back arched off the couch, and your nails lightly scratch his scalp as you tug his silver roots.

"Junnie, please," you whine, pushing his head away.

Renjun rises from his knees, rejoining you back on the couch. Hovering over you, he presses his lips to yours, and you taste traces of you all on his tongue.

"You're crazy, you know that," you tell him.

"Mhmm, but you like it," he smiles, sliding onto the cushion next to you.

"Fucking Aries," you shake your head, and Renjun playfully nips at your neck, making you yelp.

Renjun reaches for the bong on the coffee table as you stretch your legs over his thighs. "Really?" you ask.

"Gotta make it believable," he smirks, striking the lighter. The water in the bong bubbles as Renjun takes a long hit, and you watch thick clouds of smoke fill the neck before he inhales it all. He leans over to you, grabbing the back of your neck and bringing his lips to yours. You let him blow the smoke into your mouth and amid the exchange, manage to steal a proper kiss.

You pull away when you hear the front door open, and Ningning bursts into the room, looking at you both suspiciously.

"You two think you're slick?" she asks, narrowing her eyes as they bounce back and forth between you and Renjun. "I know you just wanted her for yourself," Ningning says. Oh shit. You and Renjun both glance at each other. But then Ningning snatches her bong off the table, cradling it in her arms like a child.

"Trust, I took very good care of her," Renjun says, subtly squeezing your knee.

a/n: this has been in my drafts for toooooo long 😫 i swear i meant what i said before about writing more and i promise y’all i am! feedback is appreciated!! thank you for reading, love you all <3

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rubyarerosies · 2 years ago

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No period = frantic boyfriend

suguru x f!reader + pregnancy scare

angel: Not in today, just threw up

Amongst the class, only sat Satoru and Suguru, Yaga should be in soon. Suguru suspects Shoko is with you, possibly using actual medical attention on your since it doesn’t sound to severe.

“I do know the basics, leave me alone,” she muttered. “It’s for y/n ‘cause she gets sick a lot,”

Suguru grows flush, mind roaming through possible answers.

“I see,”

“It’s not what you think!”

suguru x: Are you ok?

suguru x: Text me if you need anything so I can bring it after

“The missus?” Gojo inquired, his head protruding out a bit to gaze at the messages. But Suguru retracts it.

“Yeah, supposedly sick,” he huffs out. As bored as his tone lets on, only Satoru and you could decipher that he worries (it’s not particularly hard, since it’s in the way he grows distant in his current circumstances)

Satoru chuckles, “cheer up! Y/N-chan is probably just on her monthly!”

Suguru’s scowl deepens.

“What? At least you know you’re not going to be a father anytime soon,”

Suguru chokes. A small series of coughing ignite within his throat. He hears the maniacal laugh of his friend soon after.

“Don’t speak about that so… comfortably,” he utters, his brows furrowing out of shock.

“Blah, blah, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Gojo dismisses, “Sex is natural Suguru, you should know,”

Satoru wiggles his eyebrows, and Suguru feels himself fall into a pit of shame instead of his friend.

It’s only been a few months since his first time. You were his first (and hopefully, his only) It was an agreement between you both; once you both hit the age of 18, was when you two could finally give in to the temptation.

Ever since, he feels the desire more deeply than before.

“Shut up,”

Suguru resumes going through his phone, and Satoru continues to talk (nothing new)

angel: i’m late asw

Suguru’s hand shoots out, landing firmly onto Satoru’s shoulder. His friend had been chatting about something irrelevant after his teasing rampage, Suguru seemed occupied with his phone, but Satoru knows he can multi-task his hearing.

“What?” Satoru raises his eyebrows.

“I’m going to pass out,”

Satoru has seen his friend covered in blood, witnessed him take blows after blows from deadly opponents, gazed upon the sight in which Toji Fushiguro left him in, he has once never passed out because of them.

But now, Suguru is safe, in an environment in which he relaxes into. And he utters words like that?

But Suguru isn’t true to his word, matter-of-fact, he’s capable of pacing around the classroom like madman rather than someone who was at the brink of becoming unconscious.

“what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck,” Suguru mutters.

Whilst he’s in his anxious state, Satoru takes it upon himself to see what made his friend so… weird.

angel: i’m late asw

“Oh shit!”

Both boys pace around frantically, Suguru doesn’t take notice of his companion doing the same as him. He’s too deep in thought: What if he’s not a good dad? What if his baby grows up in this mess-of-a-society? What if Satoru gives them a sweet tooth? What if you’re not ready? What will happen to you if you proceed with this? Wouldn’t it hurt your body?

Satoru is the same: I need to work on my baby skill. Would Suguru let me take him out for ice cream every Sunday? Will you let him? Will the baby even like sweets?What should I get for the baby shower? Maybe Suguru will let me do those cliché gender reveals.

Yaga walks through, his stern expression growing more intense as he stares at his two idiotic students.

“What are you two doing?”

They both still. Suguru glances over to Satoru, Satoru glances back; both completely panicked.

“Nothing-”

“Sir! Suguru is due to be a father!”

“Am not!”

Suguru sees his teacher, and for once, it isn’t masked with a sense of authority and annoyance. He can do that? He seems in disbelief, his arms slightly unfolding, but he still remains set.

Suguru stumbles, “no, it’s-it’s nothing like that, sir,” —shaking his head— “Satoru, here, doesn’t know what he’s talking about,”

Satoru bashfully sways on his feet when Suguru glares skillfully at him. Yaga too, seeming as it wasn’t his information to spill.

“No need to be ashamed or scared, you-you know kids aren’t all that bad, they get a bad rep because of parenting but most aren’t as—”

“Sir, I don’t think this is necessar-” Suguru is cut off by his teachers life-lecture, he feels himself internall curl into the depths of shame and worry, possibly even anger at himself that he didn’t think of this consequence efficiently.

He sees his phone has received new messages.

angel: NVM

angel: just had a shower, and it all came out

angel: it was disgusting

Purposefully out of his persona, he lets out a large sigh, falling into his seat, disrupting the tangent his teacher had carried onto.

“She has it, no need to worry now,”

Yaga grunts, he feels like his words went to waste.

“Don’t worry, sir! I shall use that information wisely,” Satoru exclaims, saluting promptly as if he were a soldier at war.

“Shut up, will you!”

“Satoru just texted, said him and Suguru just finished panicking,” shoko utters out, “and that Yaga gave them a talk about kids,”

“Wow, I didn’t think it would scare him that much,”

“Any guy who gets that text is bound to react like that, Y/N,”

“You’re right,” you said, eyes lingering on into thought, “I wonder what Yaga said,”

“Now that you said that,” Shoko quips, her cigarette coming out of her mouth, “me too.”

#jjk x reader #suguru geto x reader #suguru x reader #geto x reader #jjk #jjk imagine #rosiesroseas

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starlightrosa · 11 months ago

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Hey! I got one for digital circus! If you’re not wanting to do it thats totally cool!

With Caine being AI and not having a previous life outside the circus, I think he would be rather confused and intrigued by tickles once he found out about it. And knowing Caine, he’d probably wanna test it out on all the circus members just cause their reactions would be amusing to him and fluffyness would ensue!

That is all, have a wonderful day Lovley!

Smile For Me

Summary: Caine's a bit fed up at the fact that his circus crew just will not smile. So he takes it upon himself to make them smile, and along the way, he finds out some very useful information about each of them.

Word Count: 2.2k words

Warnings: censored swearing, Caine is a teasy AI, cute alert.

A/N: ahhhhh nonnie i'm so sorry this is late! I've been so busy, and then I got sick which took me out for a while :( thankfully i'm no longer bedbound and managed to complete it this morning <3

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Caine was a bit fed up today. Everything just seemed so dull. His circus cast weren’t having fun at all. His adventures weren’t being well-received, and everyone just seemed so gosh darn grumpy! Caine tried to get everyone used to the circus when they first arrived. He assumed wacky fun was how to make anyone laugh or even a smile to appear on their faces. But Caine didn’t hear a single giggle from anyone, nor see a grin. And it was starting to frustrate him.

Sure, he might only be some lines of coding and a program within a game, but why was it so hard to bring smiles to these kinds of people?! Something had to give, and Caine pondered this even as he worked on his top secret project in the Void, his Wacky Watch beeping occasionally to track the crew’s movements, ensuring they were staying in the bounds of the circus. And luckily, they all were.

Maybe it was the project annoying Caine, but his fingers twitched as the AI pulsated with extra energy. This sometimes happened, but it felt worse this time. He needed a way to get out this jumpy energy, so out of impulse, he left the project alone and teleported into the tent. Right near Ragatha, who was walking by.

“RAGATHA!”

The doll screamed and hit the floor pretty hard, landing with quite an audible ‘OOF!’ noise. Caine gasped and flew to her side, the AI checking if she had been hurt.

“Gracious, my dear! I’m so sorry if I startled you! Are you hurt? Oh, what am I saying? You hit that floor most hard indeed!” Caine rambled, his gloved hands softly checking for sore spots.

“I’m fine Caine, plehease just- AHAHAHA!” Ragatha squealed, as she felt Caine poke into her side, right above her hip. Caine retracted his hands.

“Is that a sore spot? Oh dear, Ragatha! I’m so very sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

“No, no. You didn’t hurt me, Caine.” Ragatha assured, biting her tongue against further giggles.

“Well, then… what was that noise that left your mouth, if not a pained noise?” the ringleader asked.

“Oh, I’m just kind of ticklish there, Caine. You got me by surprise.” Ragatha explained. Caine blinked, taken aback. A question mark appeared out of the top of his head to further display his utter confusion. That was a word he didn’t know.

“Tick-lish? Tick-uh-lish? What is… what is tick-lish, Ragatha?” Caine asked, sounding the word out slowly, to try and get a deeper meaning of it.

Ragatha sighed, a small smile pulling at her mouth. “Okay, so the plural is called tickling. Basically, you touch someone and if it makes them laugh, it means that they’re ticklish. And when it comes to tickling someone, you can try mostly anywhere. There’s different tickle spots for any person, if they are ticklish. Like a person’s sides, hips, ribs. Anything, really. It just kind of differs between different people.”

Caine could feel his digital fingers wiggling on instinct the more that Ragatha explained to him. It sounded fun, plus it sounded like a surefire way to make someone laugh! Which was exactly what Caine was after when it came to his circus crew.

“Might I tickle you, Ragatha?” Caine asked, his voice very blunt and to the point. Ragatha’s smile turned wobbly as she softly held her hands up in front of her.

“Caine, don’t be silly. I-I’m not ticklish.” she lied. Caine didn’t believe her at all.

“My dear, you just told me you were. I don’t think lying to me is going to get you very far.” he said, even as he snapped his fingers. His ringleader outfit changed to a cowboy outfit, complete with a digital rope appearing in his hands. He lassoed Ragatha like a cowboy and pulled her into his arms, the ringleader holding Ragatha in a soft hug, her back pressed against his hip as his gloved hands snuck along her back.

“Yee-haw! I got me a ticklish dollie in my hands! Whooooo, boy!” Caine cheered, his AI voice switching to a Texan accent very briefly. Ragatha pursed her lips hard against the laughter bubbling in her throat.

“Y-You sound rihidihiculous, Cahahaine!” Ragatha teased, wriggling softly in the ringleader’s grasp. Caine gasped in mock offence.

“Oh, how very rude! Why, such rudeness is not permitted in my circus!” Caine declared, as his hand that was not holding the doll squeezed into her left side. “Is it ticklish here?”

Ragatha gasped and clamped her hands over her mouth, muffled giggles going into her hands as she closed her real eye, the button one remaining stubbornly open. Her shoulders bounced softly as she fought to keep her laughter quiet. Caine’s eyes shone a little. There was some laughter, that he coaxed out of the ticklish ragdoll. Good gracious, finally!

“Why, your laughter is sweeter than angel food cake!” Caine stated. Ragatha couldn’t exactly blush, but she felt her face grow warm all the same.

“Hahaha, Cahahahaine! Lehehehet gohoho of mehehe!”

“If you say so.” Caine said, letting her go as requested. Ragatha sighed as she dusted her dress off. She really had not expected that to work. She thought for sure that Caine was just going to ignore her and keep tickling.

“This is most intriguing. I must go test this on the others!” Caine said, his AI mind buzzing with theories as to the other members’ tickle spots.

“Go do that. But leave Pomni alone. She hates being touched. Like, she really hates it.” Ragatha murmured softly.

Caine could see she wasn’t joking and he nodded. “Alright. I shan’t touch Pomni. But the others are fair game, right?”

Ragatha nodded, and Caine’s eyes shone with mischief. “Lovely. Bye now, Ragatha.” he said, flying through the circus, on the hunt for another circus member to tickle silly. And then he saw a purple ear disappear around a corner, and he chased after it.

“Hey, Jax!”

The purple rabbit turned around. Upon seeing Caine, he looked very irritated. “What do you want, Caine?”

“I want to ask you something, Jax!” Caine said, adjusting his gloves a small bit as he looked upon the taller one.

“Which is? Make it snappy, I’m a busy guy.” Jax responded.

“Are you ticklish, Jax?” Caine asked, his mismatched eyes focused entirely on Jax’s face. Of all the things Jax was expecting Caine to ask, that most certainly was not one of them.

“Uh-“

“I take it that’s a yes!” Caine said. “So now I’m gonna tickle you.”

“Oh, no the (SPROING!) you’re not!” Jax called back, running off. Caine flew after him, the ringleader chuckling mischievously.

“Running was a bad idea, my friend! If you just stayed still, this would have been so much easier~”

“(HONK!) YOU!” Jax shot back even as he turned a corner, panting softly as he turned his head, rapidly looking for somewhere to hide. But to his dismay, when his head turned back around, Caine flew towards him and trapped the rabbit in a tight backwards hug.

“Gotcha, Jax!” Caine declared, his fingers immediately going to work, spidering up and down Jax’s sides. Jax spluttered out a string of incoherent curses before the bunny fell into laughter, squirming desperately in Caine’s arms.

“CAHAHAHAINE, STAHAHAP!” Jax cried out, hiding his smile. Caine saw him doing this and tutted, the AI chuckling to himself.

“Let me see you smile.”

“CAHAHAHAINE, YOU LITTLE (SPLAT!)” Jax cursed. Caine sighed. How rude.

“Now, is that any way to talk to me? Where’s your manners, Jax?” Caine asked, one hand grabbing Jax’s hands and pulling them away from his mouth.

“CAHAHAHAINE!”

“Your laughter is oddly endearing. I think I may just have to tickle you forever.” Caine stated clearly. Jax spluttered in protest.

“FOR (DOING!) SAHAHAHAKE, STAHAHAP!” Jax pleaded. Caine chuckled and let go of the rabbit immediately. Two down, two to go. He wasn’t going to touch Zooble or Pomni, so that only left Gangle and Kinger.

“Where’s Gangle and Kinger, Jax?” Caine asked, still feeling that ticklish itch in his fingers. Jax scratched his head a bit as he calmed down from the giggle fit that Caine had unceremoniously shoved him into.

“And why the (SPLAT!) should I tell you?” Jax asked defiantly. Caine just shrugged.

“If you like, I can just tickle you again, since you seemed to enjoy it~”

“Uh, I think I last saw ‘em chatting to each other at the main stage.” Jax said, immediately spilling to avoid a round two from Caine. Caine was a good tickler, and Jax didn’t exactly want to get on the wrong side of that again.

“Good. Alright, bye.” Caine chirped, twirling his cane as he went to go find the last two at the main stage.

Kinger and Gangle were engaging in a conversation about bugs it seemed. Gangle had on her tragedy mask again, and Kinger was talking about butterflies.

“-See, Gangle, there are about 17,500 species of butterflies known to us, 750 of those species in the United States alone. This one is a tiger swallowtail, or known to us as Papilio glaucus, native to eastern Northern America. You can recognise them by the black and yellow marking on their wings!” Kinger rambled, getting a bit lost in his insect hyperfixation while Gangle let him carry on.

Caine came up and waved to them. “Hello, you two!” he greeted. Gangle squeaked and her hands instinctually came up to cover her face, while Kinger turned around.

“EEK! Oh, h-hi Caine…” Gangle murmured.

“Hi, Caine.” Kinger greeted. Caine flew down to meet them.

“What are you two doing on this fine day?” Caine asked.

“Oh, I was showing Gangle my butterfly collection! I have tiger swallowtails, skippers, metalmarks, monarchs. You name ‘em!” Kinger chirped happily. “Anyway! How can we help you?”

“Are either of you two ticklish?” Caine enquired.

Gangle squeaked and hid her face deeper in her ribbony hands. Kinger hummed and then nodded, not seeming to catch the teasy tone in Caine’s voice.

“Well, we both are, yes. Gangle more so than me. But why do you ask?”

That was all the answers Caine needed. He grabbed one of Gangle’s hands and one of Kinger’s hands, gathering them in the same hand to hold them each tightly. Preparing to go for Gangle first, he chuckled as he softly began to spider along her ribbony stomach. But to their shock, Gangle squealed and wrapped herself tight around Kinger’s abdomen, already squirming a little with anticipation. But then Kinger started to softly laugh.

“Hahaha! G-Gahahangle, stohohop! Thahat tihihickles!” Kinger pleaded softly. Caine begun to have an idea. If he could play his cards right… he could tickle them both at the same time.

Kinger or Gangle? Kinger… or Gangle? Hard choice. But considering Gangle was right there… yeah, she would work.

Caine chuckled mischievously as he switched his focus to Gangle, walking his gloved fingers along her ribboned hands. The red ribbons she was made of felt soft on his hands, and the giggles he heard from her indicated that Gangle was feeling all of this as well.

“C-Cahahaine! It tickles, it tickles!” Gangle squealed out. Caine laughed along with her as he kept up the tickles. Kinger was getting tickled too from Gangle’s wriggling, which ended up tickling him.

“Who knew you two were so ticklish?” Caine teased, smirking. He didn’t even have to tickle Kinger, Gangle was doing that for him!

“GAHAHANGLE, STAHAHAP!” Kinger cackled, the two falling back onto the floor. Caine followed them down and kept tickling Gangle, which caused the poor ribboned miss to laugh harder. Which in turn meant more squirming. And THAT meant more tickles for Kinger.

“I CAHAHAN’T!” Gangle argued. “AHAHAHA! CAHAHAINE!” she screeched. “NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!”

“Oh, not here? Not on your ticklish little ribbon legs? Why ever not?” Caine asked, where he was tickling the backs of Gangle’s ribbony knees. “They feel so soft here! I could tickle them forever.”

“PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOHO!” Gangle shrieked, squirming for all she was worth. Her high pitch laughter intermingled with Kinger’s deep chuckles, creating a melody of laughter that Caine adored.

“Hah! Okay, okay. I’ll stop.” Caine said, gently letting go and helping Gangle unravel herself from Kinger. Caine felt happier seeing his circus crew smile, if only for a fleeting moment.

“I’ll leave you two to it.” Caine grinned, that ticklish energy in his hands finally dissipating, with the ringleader making to leave. Only to be caught by Kinger’s hold.

“Uh-uh. What about you, Caine? Are you perhaps ticklish?”

“Preposterous, Kinger. I am just AI. Lines of coding. Impossible for code to be ticklish.” Caine declared, trying to put on a bravado. In truth, he didn’t know. But by the look on Kinger’s face, he was going to find out one way or another.

“You sure about that, dentures?” came a voice from behind him. Caine was filled with a sense of anticipatory dread as he saw Jax and Ragatha slowly approaching, their hands outstretched and wiggling. Kinger grabbed him and hoisted Caine in the air, as the circus crew took their places around him, ready to all rally against the ringleader. He gave them laughter, so they were gonna dish it right back.

“Now, let’s be reheheasonable here! P-please! PLEHEHEHEASE! WAHAHAIT! JAHAHAX! RAHAHAGATHA! KIHIHIHINGER, GAHAHANGLE STOHOHOP! NO NO NO NOHOHOHO!”

#rosa writes fics #tadc tickles #lee!ragatha #lee!jax #lee!gangle #lee!kinger #ler!caine #we keeping to the canon that pomni hates touch with anyone she don't trust #tadc tickle

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cyberluvzu · 5 months ago

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Creepypasta height/build headcanons

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IM NOT DEAD!!! This is js a little something to hold y'all over for a bit, so enjoy, cutie pies!!! :3

I've also decided to hold off on doing requests because I've realized that I've been focusing WAY TOO MUCH on the requests instead of writing my own ideas :P

Included creeps: Eyeless jack, Ticci Toby, Ben drowned, Clockwork

TW: Mention of self harm scars, open wounds(?), and scars in general

Eyeless Jack

6'2-6'5, very broad shoulders and just broad in general. Also heavily muscled, my man has some GUNS on him. He has some man boobs (foaming at the mouth and drooling writing that). He'd have bigger hands, they could literally wrap around yours like nothing because of how giant this man(?) is. He also has stretch marks all around his body because of how quickly his body changed from the whole demon transformation thing. I like to think that he has a tail, kinda like a lion's tail. It's grey like the rest of him but has a little tuft of black fur on the end of it. It has little peach fuzz running along the grey parts of it. He also has pointed ears. They're mostly like elf ears, pinned to his head and pointed at the ends. Definitely has retractable claws too!

Ticci Toby

5'10-5'11. Seems pretty lanky at first but has a major sleeper build. Has a decent amount of muscle on him. Pretty skinny, long arms, legs and fingers for sure, always warm too because his body heat doesn't regulate itself, so that can be a major benefit (or disadvantage LMAO). He's pretty proud of his body and general build because he used to just be just skinny, he feels like he can "show up" his past bullies with how he looks now and is actually able to defend himself properly. Toby would also have scars from getting hurt because of his job as a proxy and from hurting himself. He would have some self harm scars because he just wants to make himself feel pain for once, but ultimately fails everytime. He'd have scars all over his fingers from biting the skin off, a couple on his torso and back from work, and self harm scars. I think that the gash in his mouth would start to heal but then he'd end up chewing it off again, so that one isn't a scar just more of an open wound if anything. He would definitely have some piercings. An eyebrow one, lip ring, and his nose. He would definitely chew on his lip ring without realizing it and totally prevent it from healing correctly or even at all.

BEN drowned

Like Toby he's also skinny. His duties as a proxy don't need him to have as much muscle as anyone else in the manor, so he's just lanky. He's pretty average height 5'6-5'8, nothing too major. I like to think that he has super long hair, down to about his lower back. Most of the time he just puts it into a pony tail and calls it a day. Whenever he wants to spice it up he does little braids in his hair and leaves it down. He's basically the epitome of the whole "lanky gamer boy" stereotype. Most of the time he's freezing cold (it's a ghost thing). He also has elf ears, it's a given considering it's Ben. He would have a couple of piercings, snakebites and an eyebrow!

Clockwork

5'10. Very muscular and pretty broad. Definitely packing when it comes to arm muscles, the rest of her body is also really toned and muscular but she tends to focus more on her arms and back. Her hair goes to a little bit below her shoulders, some simple light brown highlights in her hair. The highlights are mostly worn out but she makes it look HOT. She has a couple of scars from incidents that she's had during missions or training. A decent sized one on her shoulder, a pretty big one below her ribcage, and some other ones here and there.

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aanoia · 4 months ago

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Orphic (pt. 7)

pairing; Ao'nung x Sully!reader Orphic; (adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding words; 4,012 warnings; sadness Pt. 1; Pt. 2; Pt. 3; Pt. 4; Pt. 5; Pt. 6 I figured it'd be nice to get some other perspectives in here, so I present to you; Ao'nung (cuz I can't help myself), the beautiful L'oa (OC, love her), Tsireya, and Neteyam. (Can you tell I got tired at the end?). Anywho, I kinda love this chapter a ton. Basically italics is like flashbacks, this chapter probably spreads over the time of a few weeks, maybe a month. So they've been on bad terms for a good bit of time. Planning on fixing things (or attempting too) next chapter! (because I want it to be cute when Ao'nung's Soul Brother comes :]) As promised, your long fic...

Ao’nung sighs softly as the undeniably beautiful girl in front of him talks. She has an easy smile on her face as she recounts a story, her and her brother racing on their ilu. It just made him think of Y/n, no matter how hard he tried to get her out of his mind, it seemed impossible. Ever since that night, she’s like a persisting bug, that won’t die even after stomping on it a dozen times. That’s how he felt, hopeless. And it showed.

“Ao’nung, we need to talk.” Tsireya says the moment the marui flap closes. Ao’nung ignores her as he sits in his corner of the room, pulling out his knife to sharpen his spear. Tsireya persists, walking to him and sitting in front of him. “I’m serious. You’re different- I want to know what’s wrong, brother.” She looks at him in worry, her ears flat against her head.

“There’s nothing, ‘Reya. I’m busy, leave me alone.” He says calmly, beginning to slide the blade across the spear.

She tilts her head in disbelief, “It’s Y/n, isn’t it?” She doesn’t miss the way his muscles stiffen, and his cuts become more aggressive. “What happened between you two? Lo'ak said she’s been acting differently as well.”

He scoffs, shaking his head, “Butt out of it. Nothing happened, and even if something did, it’s none of your guys’ business. Leave me alone.”

She frowns deeply, “But Ao’nung everybody notices your changes. You’re becoming…” She hesitates.

“Becoming what?” He hisses, tired of the prying of his private life. He’s allowed to have personal things, and feelings.

Tsireya sighs softly, her eyes lowering to the ground, “The same mean, terrible boy you were before.”

The blade slips and nicks Ao’nung’s thumb, making him yelp in shock and pain. He hisses, tossing the knife to his side as he instinctively raises his knife to his lips. Tsireya gasps softly, reaching for his wrist. He pulls away from her, standing and glaring.

“It’s got nothing to do with you, Tsireya. Stop being annoying, and just let it be.” He storms out of the marui, and if the flaps could slam shut, they’d fall off their hinges.

“Uh, Ao’nung,” The girl’s melodic voice beckons him out of his thoughts, and he raises a single brow. “Are you in there?” She asks, smiling a little.

He hesitates, and clears his throat, “Uhm, yeah, yeah. Your dad won the race.” He lists off unsurely.

Her face falls, “My dad was out hunting. It was my brother.”

Ao’nung pauses, and sighs softly, “I’m sorry, L’oa. My mind has been elsewhere.”

L’oa looks at him sympathetically, and she gently rests her hand on top of his, “Do you want to talk about it? Your mother said it’d be good for us to talk about this kind of stuff with each other. Said it’ll bring us closer.”

Ao’nung pulls his hand away from hers and turns his head, staring out at the water, “It’s none of your concern. Nothing you can fix, anyway.”

She retracts her hand with a frown, “Are you sure? I could at least try to understand.”

Ao’nung’s jaw locks, “I’m sure, L’oa.”

She stares at him for a moment, before nodding, “Okay. Well, I’m here if you ever want to talk.”

He nods, not bothering to answer. The truth is, the girl his mother chose for him is an amazing person. She’s beautiful, good at everything she does, kind to everyone, funny, etc. She’s got all the qualities a good mate, and a good Tsahik would have. But as hard as Ao’nung tries to convince himself that he likes her, and that she’s great for him, he just can’t. Because despite how perfect she may be, she’s not Y/n. All he wants is Y/n. Every experience he has with Lo'a, he imagines how Y/n would react. He always knows, too. Whether she’d laugh and smile, or frown and furrow her brows.

Sometimes, when he was alone, he’d imagine her there with him. He’d talk to her and laugh with her. He knows exactly what she’d say back to him. He’d do it in such a way he’s sure that if someone discovered the boy, sitting alone and talking to the air, they’d think he was crazy. But he didn’t care, it seemed to be the only thing keeping him sane. He can’t handle seeing her everyday with her siblings, his sister, Rotxo, or anyone, instead of him.

However, once he sees her eyes he’s reminded of the way they look that night. Filled with tears and the telltale signs of her lies. The night she told him she didn’t care about him, and could never love him. It reminds him of when he left her and beat a poor, innocent tree until his knuckles were raw and covered in blood. He didn’t know what else to do, so he closed his heart off again. Went back to being brooding and angry, to a more severe degree than before. Not even his own family escaped his wrath.

“My son, could you help your mother cook, please?” Ronal asks softly, a tone saved only for her home with her family. If she had eyebrows, one would be raised as she watched her eldest brood in the corner of the marui. He ignores her, simply rolling his eyes and turning his shoulder. He’s sharpening the same spear, which has become ineffective due to its newfound shortness, a consequence of frequent cuts being made.

This catches the attention of Tonowari, and he looks at his son, “Ao’nung, your mother has asked something of you. If you know what’s good for yourself, you’d grant her requests with a smile.” His tone left no room for rebellion, but Ao’nung didn’t care. He ignores his father as well, his slices becoming more aggressive. However, he is careful not to nick his finger again.

Tsireya watches the scene unfold with worry in her eyes. She knows how this goes down, but it's never been this bad. She stands and silently slides out of the marui, slipping out without being noticed. Tonowari strides over to his son, his anger overtaking him and he roughly takes the spear from his son's hands. Ao’nung jumps up, hissing slightly as he reaches for the spear, but his father holds it out of his reach.

Tonowari stands tall, “I am unsure of what is going on with you, Ao’nung, but I am sure that your behavior towards your parents is unacceptable. Whilst I understand you are going through something, some weird teenage phase,” It’s something he and Jake have frequently talked about. “But it does not excuse your cruelty! I will have it no more!” His voice has raised as he spoke, and his chest heaves.

Ao’nung stares at his father, anger radiating off him, “You don’t know anything.” He mutters.

Tonowari tilts his head, “What was that, boy?” Ao’nung meets his eyes, and Tonowari is taken aback at the fire burning within them, “You know nothing! And I am so tired of you acting like you do. You have no idea what is going on in my life. I’m done doing shit for you, I have other things to worry about!” He’s picked up the dirty language from listening to Lo'ak and Tsireya. “You two are shitty parents, and I’m sick of pretending you aren-”

He’s cut off by a sudden stinging in his cheek, and a loud crack echo in the marui. Instinctively, Ao’nung’s hand flies to his cheek, and he looks at his father in shock. Tonowari looks equally as surprised, and soft cries from Ronal are soon the only sound heard. But Ao’nung hears nothing but his heart beating against his chest as he runs out of the marui, leaving behind the leaders of the Omatikaya people, but more importantly, his parents.

“Ao’nung.” L’oa once again breaks him out of his thoughts, this time an angry look is settled on her face. “I’m leaving. I’ll talk to you later, when you can actually focus on me.” The girl stands and stalks off without another word.

Ao’nung, just now registering the situation, sighs deeply. He lays back on the sand and watches the clouds. Sometimes he wonders what it’d be like to fly in them. On one of those ikrans the Sully family came on. Y/n offered once to give him a ride, but he declined out of fear of falling. He realizes now that that fear has held him back his entire life. Since he was a little child, he’s feared doing things differently. He’s been afraid of being his own person, not being the perfect son for his parents. And it made him bitter, so bitter. But now he understands where that fear came from, because he fell for her. He wonders if the brutal pain of landing on the hard ground was worth the temporary freeness flying gave him.

“Ao’nung enough!” His father roars. Once again they were fighting. Ao’nung barely remembers what about, something to do with the lack of fish he brought home for the family. “I don’t know how many times we must have this talk! I see you are hurting, but it does not give you a right to take it out on your family! We are sick and tired of you wreaking havoc in our home. You need to pull yourself together if you ever wish to be Olo’eyktan! Do you hear me, boy?!”

Ao’nung’s chest heaves as his fists clench in anger. He debates hitting his father, but he can’t. His hands won’t move. His aura radiates anger, but more so grief. And slowly the fresh facade he’s built up crumbles. His eyes sting as his bottom lip wobbles. He bites down on it to suppress the cries, but he fails. A small sob escapes his lips, and a tear runs down his face. Tonowari’s face immediately softens, and he pulls his son into a firm hug. The action only makes more tears fall from the boy's eyes, and he hugs back immediately. He holds onto his father tightly, as if he’ll disappear. Ronal watches the scene with wide eyes, unsure of whether to join in comforting her son. The faltering confidence in her decision grows, and she debates on whether her need to be right is really worth her own child's turmoil.

Tonwari rubs his back, whispering quietly, “Sh, it’s okay, my boy. It’s okay.” He mutters softly. He’s reminded of when Ao’nung was a small child, and he cut his leg on a piece of broken coral. To the young boy, it was the worst pain he’s ever experienced. And to Ao’nung now, almost an adult, this was the worst pain he’s ever experienced.

“I’m so-” Ao’nung is cut off by his own cries. “I’m so sorry.” He manages to get out. Guilt, on top of everything else, creeping in.

“It’s okay. I forgive you.” Ao’nung’s cries bring tears to Tonowari’s eyes. “We forgive you. You’re okay.”

Ronal looks at the ground, closing her eyes. It wasn’t.

L’oa walks home with a heavy heart, and her ears pressed flat against her head. She sighs softly, her feet dragging along the sand. She’s liked Ao’nung for as long as she can remember, since she was a little girl. She had fantasies of one day marrying him and being his Tsahik. So, of course she happily accepted when the current Tsahik came to her family. She had noticed the proximity of the Sully girl and Ao’nung, so she had respectfully backed off, but now she had him. He was finally hers, just as she’s dreamed of.

It felt like a slap in the face as she made the realization that he never really was, and definitely never would be. She can see it in his eyes when she’s around, the longing, heartbroken stare. It hurt her heart, more than she would ever admit. Not that she had anything against the Omatikayen girl, but obviously she’d done something to break the boy. L’oa wished that he could just open his eyes and see her. See that she’s always been there, just waiting for him.

L’oa enters her family marui obliviously, humming quietly to herself. She glances up and freezes in place. In the middle of the marui were three adults kneeling, her mother, father, and the Tsahik. Her posture straightens as her eyes widen slightly. They all looked at her, as if she walked in on a top secret conversation. Her mother beckons her over, pointing to the spot next to her.

She kneels as she addresses the Tsahik, “Tsahik, I See you.” Ronal nods calmly, her face showing no emotion. It unsettled L’oa, but she didn’t speak on it.

“The Tsahik was just speaking to us about a proposition.” Her father says softly, smiling a little at his daughter.

“Whatever for?” She asks curiously, looking at the Tsahik.

“My son needs a mate.” Ronal says stiffly, L’oa’s heart drops. “And I have chosen you to be that for him.”

L’oa doesn’t say anything, taking in her words, “What?”

“I would like you to be my son's mate. You are a good choice. You are smart, and brave, and kind. The village likes you.” L’oa blushes at the praise from the Tsahik.

“Must they mate immediately?” Her mother asks softly, her hand resting on Lo'a’s back.

Ronal shakes her head, almost disgusted by the idea, “Oh, Eywa, no. They will hang out and get to know each other. Learn to love each other. They shall mate when they are ready.”

L’oa’s dad looks at her, “The choice is yours, Lo.”

Every eye in the room was on her, and her palms were slick with sweat. She swallows thickly as she nods, “I- okay. Yeah. I’ll… be his mate.”

Her mother smiles, “Perfect. Thank you, Tsahik, for this visit.”

Ronal nods, and everyone stands, “Thank you, for your daughter.”

“L’oa, walk the Tsahik out.” Her father commands gently, but firmly. L’oa nods, leading Ronal to the flap of the marui.

Before she leaves, Ronal turns around and places her hand on L’oa’s shoulder, “You will be good for my son. Much better than she was.”

She?

L’oa wipes a stray tear from her cheek as she passes by a familiar group of friends. Tsireya notices her and frowns, standing up and running to her.

“L’oa!” She grabs ahold of her friend's arm, tilting her head. “Is everything alright?”

L’oa nods with an easy, practiced smile, “Of course, Tsireya. You?”

Tsireya nods softly, “Would you like to join us?” She moves slightly, so L’oa can see the group. Lo’ak and Neteyam are wrestling “to the death”, and Rotxo laughs as he watches, holding Tuk in his lap. Kiri rolls her eyes as she watches, hiding her amused smile. L’oa’s gaze locks on the final girl, Y/n, as she just watches with a small smile. Seeing the girl she knows Ao’nung’s love just makes the aching in her heart worsen.

L’oa shakes her head, “Thank you for the invite, but I must go. My mother and father are waiting for me at our marui.”

Tsireya sighs and lets her arm go, “Okay. If you ever need me, I’m here.”

L’oa nods, smiling, “Thank you, Tsireya.” She looks over her shoulder at Y/n once again. “But I think I’ll be fine.”

It is widely known how empathetic Tsireya can be. It’s in her nature. The village elders say she gets it from her father, and he was the same way when he was her age. It’s her proudest trait, and sometimes her greatest weakness. She can see her brother’s anger, and feel his grief. And she can feel it from the people around her as well. Her parents, her friends, even the sea seemed sad in a way.

She’d spoken to Lo’ak about it, and it revealed that they feel the same way. Y/n had been acting similarly to Ao’nung, except she’s reclusive, and he’s explosive. She’s learned that Y/n hides away from her family now, and refuses to talk most nights. And she’s explained how Ao’nung is completely the opposite, exploding at his family and storming out of the marui.

Lo’ak softly wipes from Tsireya’s cheeks, “Sh, baby, it’s okay.” He pulls her into his side, rubbing her shoulder gently.

Tsireya heaves a sigh, sniffling softly, “I just don’t understand what happened between them, Lo. And why? They really loved each other.”

Lo’ak frowns deeply, nodding, “Yeah, as much as I hate the idea of fish lips loving my sister, and the other way around, they really did. And he took care of her, made her happy.”

Tsireya smiles a little, “And her, him. He was so bitter before he met her. So mean. She really changed him. And now he’s even worse than before.”

“Yeah.” Lo’ak furrows his brows, “It was all so sudden. The split.”

Tsireya bites her lip as she stares at the water, the dim glow of the foliage underneath the surface lit up her face. Her feet are dipped in, and she relishes in the small comfort of the cool water around her ankles.

“I wish there was something we could do.” She says softly.

Lo’ak kisses the side of her head, “Me too, ‘Reya, me too.”

And after that night her brother and father got in a fight and she ran, she found herself at the Sully's marui. She was unsure who she was there for. Her instinct called for Lo’ak, but when the flap opened and she caught a glimpse of the girl behind Toruk Makto, her name spilled from her lips.

Tsireya was slightly out of breath once she reached the Sully marui. Her eyes were widened, slightly watery as the voices inside the marui stopped upon noticing her outside. She swallowed thickly as soft footsteps neared the flap, and it opened to a tall, deep blue man. She glanced behind Jake, and her eyes caught onto Y/n’s. Lo’ak stood, assuming she was there for him.

“Tsireya, what is it, child?” Jake asks softly, worriedly looking her over in her state.

“I need Y/n.” She says quickly, without thinking. Lo’ak freezes, and all eyes land on Y/n. The girl looks at Tsireya questioningly. “Please, it’s important.”

Jake glances back at his daughter, and she nods, standing slowly. She passes Lo’ak, silently asking him if he knew anything about this. He just shrugs in response. She passes her father, and exits the marui. The flap shuts behind her, and the two can hear the family resume speaking quietly, most likely speculating over what Tsireya could possibly need Y/n for. Tsireya can hear Neteyam guess correctly, saying it’s probably about Ao’nung.

“Tsireya? Is everything okay?” Y/n asks gently. Tsireya focuses on her, and pulls her away from the marui, so no one can listen in.

“It’s about Ao’nung.” Tsireya explains bluntly.

Y/n blinks, “What?”

“He’s going crazy, Y/n. He needs you.” Tsireya takes the girl’s hands, holding them firmly. “I don’t know what stupid thing he probably said to make you leave, but please, please give him another chance.”

She has no way of knowing what the girl is thinking, but her deep frown and the pain in her eyes allows Tsireya to read her. She’s always been good and reading people, and Lo’ak once told her that she reminds him of a skywalker quote “The eyes are the windows into the soul”, and she loved it.

“It’s not-” Y/n inhales deeply. “It wasn’t Ao’nung’s fault. And I can’t go back- I’m so sorry, Tsireya… what’s happening?”

Tsireya’s eyes water, “He’s fighting with his friends, with me, even our parents.”

Y/n shakes her head, “I’m so sorry, ‘Reya, there’s nothing I can do.” Her ears flatten against her head, and her brows furrow deeply.

A tear falls down her cheek, “Can I at least know why?”

Y/n hesitates, and shakes her head, “I’m sorry, I can’t.” She pulls away from Tsireya. “I need to go back inside. Goodnight, Tsireya.” She goes back inside, tying the flap shut. Tsireya stands there for a moment, her mind racing. She sighs deeply, and heads back to marui to find her parents alone, and her father crying.

Never, in her entire life, had she seen her father crying. Whatever was happening was big, and it caused a shift in the atmosphere of the village. It didn’t take a Tsahik to see that this was against Eywa’s will.

Neteyam’s days drag on, seemingly no end to either one. He spends most of his time being bored at the lack of training to do, or worried about his sister. She’s never been the most outgoing and crazy, but there’s no doubt she’s an extrovert in everything she does once she’s comfortable with you. But now, even with him, she’s quiet and doesn’t seem to want to do anything fun. She’d rather stay in the marui, or relax in the sun. She won’t even ride her ikran, which worried him the most.

Neteyam rests his arms on Y/n’s shoulders from behind, leaning forward, “Come, ride with me. Like the old days, sister.” The old days was almost half a year ago now.

Y/n glances over at him and shrugs him, “I’m busy.”

He raises an invisible brow, “You’re doing nothing.”

She nods, “Exactly. I’m busy doing nothing.”

He deadpans, “Wow, enlightening. You don’t want to ride your ikran again? He’s been squawking at me nonstop. He misses you, little sister.”

Her face doesn’t change, “I’m older than you.”

“But you’re smaller than me.”

She rolls her eyes, “Fuck off, Neteyam.”

He smiles, ruffling her hair, “Come on, seriously. You need a ride, your legs are getting weak. I can see them losing their muscles.”

Y/n glares at Neteyam, “Didn’t I just tell you to fuck off? I don’t want to go flying, let me sit and relax.”

He frowns a little, “Y/n, flying used to be your favorite thing to do- you never missed a chance to be in the air.”

“Key word: used to.” She sighs, lowering to the ground and laying on her back. “Now, leave me be. You’re blocking the sun.”

He purposefully blocks the sun, casting her in his shadow, “What’s happening to you, dude? You’re acting weird. It’s freaking me out.”

She doesn’t respond, closing her eyes and adjusting in the sand to get comfortable. He waits for a second, before sighing and kicking sand on her. He doesn’t wait for her reaction, just walks off towards the small mountain the ikrans were perched on. He can briefly here her scoffing and cursing him out, but he takes his turn in ignoring her. He reaches the ikrans rather quickly, having taken the route many times now.

Y/n’s ikran squawks with hope that his rider is finally here, but his head bows upon just seeing Neteyam. Neteyam frowns and gently pets the beasts head.

“Yeah, I’m disappointed too, bud.” Neteyam sighs, moving to his ikran. He hesitates, it almost doesn’t feel right riding while knowing his sister is hurting so badly. He exhales deeply, and sits, his back against a rock. “I can’t fly with you,” He speaks gently with her ikran. “But I can be with you.”

Maybe if he can’t make his sister feel better, he can make her ikran feel better.

As the days stretch on, the hearts of those around Ao’nung and Y/n remain heavy with unsaid words and broken bonds. Tsireya's quiet concern, Neteyam's silent frustration, and the deep sorrow shared by all have only deepened the divide between the once-close pair. With each passing day, they drift further apart, caught in their own spirals of pain and regret. Yet, in the quiet moments, the longing for what was remains—a faint glimmer of hope that maybe, someday, the wounds will heal, and the space between their hearts will close. Until then, all anyone can do is wait.

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eternal-moss · 2 years ago

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Good Lord I cannot stop Simonposting

Anyway. The Golbetty shrine. Is incredibly messed up and delightfully feels like the sort of thing someone would construct after comprehending the god of chaos.

It’s clearly not Simon’s first time doing the ritual in vain (we’ve already seen him try many times in the montage at the end of the show to get her back, including consulting the Cosmic Owl and Prismo), so there’s holes in the wall that correspond to Golb’s symbols. The Enchiridion is also there, which was the main source of power for summoning elder gods like the Litch (used to resurrect himself) Golb (used by Magic Man and Betty) and (attempt to) time travel (by Betty). But before the apocalypse, the Enchiridion was owned by Simon himself, and both him and Betty studied it. So it has the twofold power of being a very strong magic battery and has the emotional link to Petrigrof.

The empty bottles and whatever those terrifying lamprey looking things are in a makeshift statue, harbouring a cleaner looking idol (which he probably created himself) out of clay. Making a statue of a god at least twice? Does that mean that even if one gets broken or damaged he has the other one? Or does it make the rituals stronger?

We know that Simon knew a bit about Golb before the apocalypse- in the final episode of the main series we have a flashback of him and Betty, where he says “I keep seeing reference to this mysterious entity that embodies chaos” and “his presence is felt in every crevice where chaos lurks”. To which Betty replies “well it’s a good thing he isn’t here then.”

She sacrificed herself to keep him safe and away from the god of chaos and madness, by fusing her soul with his. Golb being this sort of god means that he’s probably the originator of MMS (Magic, Madness and Sadness) which is a canonical condition where insane/depressed characters will have a higher propensity to magic, and magic users are more prone to bouts of mania, amnesia and depression.

The crown was basically a catalyst of MMS, which caused Simon to have unnatural elemental powers (unlike the elementals which don’t experience default MMS) as well as effecting his body and mind.

Betty is pretty much the only character to have ‘diagnosed’ MMS, recognising it in most magic users, and in Simon, hoping to undo its effects on him. Her theory is proven correct in the episode ‘Betty’ by Bella Noche undoing all the magic in Wizard City and the effects of the crown are nullified, and retracts its influence from Simon, causing him to become ‘normal again’ and regain his clarity and memories.

Grief is shown to be a strong natural catalyst to MMS, which also happened to Magic Man (after his wife Margles was ‘taken by Golb’ which still has an unclear meaning, she definitely didn’t fuse like Betty, although wishing her back at Prismo’s did the exact same thing as Simon wishing Betty back which is really unusual), and Betty herself after the ‘You Forgot Your Floaties’ episode (which by the way is like one of the best episodes in the show).

Betty’s whole motive was to save Simon and free him from madness, which she did at the cost of her soul. But now, ironically, Simon’s grief is causing him to develop it again, which is how he channels the Golb rituals (like how Betty and magic man did) and also probably how the Fionnaverse portal even opened up in the first place.

Something about about Simon having panic attacks in his house and just generally getting triggered by a lot of stuff (Ice, the books he wrote as Ice King, etc) but then gently stroking the clay idol he made of the god of madness because that’s his wife is just heart breaking

Look at that expression :( it’s longing followed by guilt because he knows this is exactly what she would never want him to do.

#Mossy rambles #The autism won today good grief #Fionna and Cake #Adventure Time #Golb #Simon Petrikov #Magic Man #Betty Grof #Petrigrof #THE TRAGIC FAMILY MAN #Simon can never have both Marcy and Betty #Marceline had a dream about having Betty and Simon as her aging parents in Stakes

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thisfanisgonesorry · 2 years ago

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HIII ! CAN YOU DO HOBIE X FEM!READER. 😍

So basically they Reader is having a shower and Hobie appears in her window and hears that she is in the shower , then he joins her and like fingers her & eats her out 😘

( srry if this is toooo much to ask 😖)

ty!! dw, its never too much of an ask <3, sorry it took me a little bit mwah x

tags: god i love puns, smut, estab, vaginal fingering, pussy eating, shower sex, clothed sex, the gloves stay on, light temp play, women and their scalding hot showers smh, light pov switch. light mentions of poc hair care yaa

🕷

He slinked in through the apartment window, his eyes scanning and noticing that there wasn’t a sign of life anywhere. He closed the window behind him, his ears perking up at the sound of an active shower and he moved slowly towards it.

He removed his mask, placing it on the kitchen counter as well as a bag of what he intended to be a thoughtful act. He carefully opened the bathroom door and sighed softly at the sight, is it really peeping if it’s your girlfriend? The door shut behind him with a quiet click and he squinted his eyes at the light layer of steam that filled the room.

He finally stepped into the shower, turning the cold water tap and resting his chin on the shoulder of his unsuspecting victim lover.

I arched away from the suddenly colder water, “Hobie!” I hissed, trying to pull out from underneath it completely but his strong body held me in place as his arms found their home wrapped around my waist, holding me flush against him.

“Darlin’.” He spoke sweetly, he smiled at the contrast of our greetings and started pressing soft kisses into my skin, nuzzling the wet hair out of his way. “Lookin’ lovely, as usual.”

My fingers reached to adjust the temperature again and he quickly caught the hand, bringing it to his mouth and pressing kisses on it.

“Yeah, yeah.” I rolled my eyes.

“What? ‘M not sayin’ that ‘cuz y’re naked.” He pressed a strong kiss on the base of my neck, feeling me melt under the contact and planning to leave a hickey. “Well.. I am but not ‘cuz only that. Y’re beautiful. With clothes ‘n’ everythin’.” The grin on his face was a large, cheesy one, he knew how corny he sounded and it was completely intentional.

“Mhm, that’s sweet, and this has nothing to do with you joining me fully clothed?”

“Don’t got a lotta time. Jus’.. Swung by for a visit.” His kisses got more ‘passionate’ as he mumbled into my neck. “Got you food, gonna be back later.. We’ll, uh, watch a movie or somethin’. Pro’ly cuddle.”

“Not have sex?”

“Love, we’re shaggin’ right now.” He joked softly as his hand dipped lower, feeling his way to the part he loved most. “Needed y’so bad.” He sighed. “Couldn’t focus on shit.”

I tried to move us further away from under the water, but stilled when his fingers pressed between the lips, pressing against the warmth with a low groan.

“I’d ask ‘how’s work’ but I think this is a good answer.”

“Tells you all you need to know.” He agreed. “Need to fuck this cunt s’fuckin’ bad. Almost got hard on the job.” He laughed softly, his hands moved slowly back and forth between the lips and he stifled a whine into the flesh of my neck.

“This is one way to greet me then.”

“Y’were undressed, all pretty f’me, what was I meant to do?”

He retracted his fingers before I could reply with something snarky and pushed me against the shower wall, my back flinching against the coldness.

“You just won’t let me have a hot shower.” I cursed.

He let out a low chuckle, silencing me with a kiss on the lips before going downwards, leaving a trail from my throat to my belly button. His hands rested firmly on my hips to the point where if he wasn’t wearing gloves, you could pinpoint the crescent shapes his fingernails would leave by digging in so harshly.

He pressed a kiss on the ‘mons pubis’, looking up with his large brown eyes. He had a dumb grin on his face as he glanced down to eye up his prize after a long day.

“Hobie, your hair.” I chimed in with realisation as the water continued to drizzle over us lightly.

“Couldn’t care less.” He mumbled, lifting one leg over his shoulder and holding onto my thighs tightly, making sure I wouldn’t slip. He pressed a kiss on my clit, closing his eyes as he basked in it.

“Hobie—”

“I don’t care.” He growled again, feeling the water drench his side and knowing that I’d mention it. “I’ll deal with it later, right now, need you.” He groaned, as he dipped his fingers into the warmth, his gloves creating a rough texture that dragged against the walls.

His desperation took the floor as he did all that he could, his fingers pressed all the right spots against the squishy walls, knowing just where to go to blur my senses. He needed this; he needed to taste me on his tongue to get him through the last few hours of the day, and it was evident in the way he desperately sucked and lapped at what he could.

“Come on.” He pleaded. “Love how y’taste s’good.”

I took a handful of his already wet hair, tugging on it to make him work where I needed him to; he’d already have to fix his hair later so I wasn’t hesitant to manhandle him, knowing I couldn’t make it worse.

He started to grind my hips against his face, moaning pornographically at the harsh grip I had at his hair. “Like that.” He mumbled into the flesh, letting the slickness coat his face.

“Like that.” I mirrored with a breathy moan, throwing my head back despite the overwhelming need to watch him devour me.

“Want y’to cum on m’face.”

“Gonna, fuck, keep going.”

He knew the perfect ways to use his hands (obviously), and he knew exactly how to get me right to the edge on his own whim.

“Y’gotta make it quick before the city realises ‘m gone.”

“Hobes, baby.” I moaned loudly before biting my lips. “Mhm, it’s gonna be quick.” He groaned in response to my words, digging his face closer, letting me feel the vibration against my skin.

“Love you.” He mumbled to himself, trying his earnest to keep as much of it in his mouth as possible, inwardly punishing himself for wasting a single drop.

I let out a loud cry, covering my mouth with a stifled moan. “Neighbours’ll hate us. It’s barely 6 pm.” I joked knowing if he ate with any more vigour, he’d probably eat me alive.

“Let them. Close?”

I pushed my hips forward, moving where his fingers hit until my legs almost collapsed beneath me. I held onto his luscious hair tightly. “Yeah.” I breathed out.

“Love it.” He mumbled into the flesh. “Love when y’grab me, tell me what to do ‘nd make me fuck y’jus’ right.”

“Shit.” I cursed out, feeling the way his mindless praise went in one ear and straight down to my stomach. I was slowly gaining in volume as his actions continued meticulously, working me towards finish.

“Can feel it. Y’right there.”

I grabbed harshly onto his hair, tugging him as I felt it right about to hit me like a wave I could drown in. He let out a whiney moan, his eyes closing in bliss as the vibrations rattled through me.

“Y’can do it.” He praised, feeling the helpless clenching around his fingers as I tensed up beneath his touch. “Want.. Need to taste y’r cum.”

“Ah! Fuck! Shit, Hobie—”

My cries fell on deaf ears as he didn’t let up his actions, seemingly unaware of my warning as he continued to (practically) abuse the sensitive spot inside my walls. I tried to bite back as much as I could, though my volume would peak past any form of muffling, making it all futile.

I arched myself into him, crying out as he looked up at me with intense longing; he basked in every detail of my face as I took all he’d give me, riding out the wave. I saw white and slumped against the wall weakly, relaxing around him and he retracted his fingers slowly.

He hesitantly moved his mouth away after a moment of making sure he collected everything he could, placing the fingers in his mouth, trying to get the slickness off the fabric of his suit.

“Jesus Christ.” I huffed. Parts of his face still glistened with my own spend, and after a moment, he wiped his face away from the excess, though he wasn’t pleased with himself for wasting any.

“That’s what I needed.” He panted with a grin, pulling away completely and standing up from his knees. He pressed a chaste kiss onto my lips. “You gonna be alright on your own?” He hummed, holding my hips and moving me back under the water.

“Mhm, course.” I nodded

He turned the hot water up, and I flinched at the sudden change, though relaxed quickly as the warmth washed over me. “I’ll see you later tonight.” He spoke, kissing me again quickly before carefully leaving the shower, trying to not get water through the entire apartment.

We both pretended to ignore the tent in his suit pants which would hopefully disappear within the next few minutes or else the tabloids would probably have a field day.

“Enjoy the rest of your shower.” He spoke, letting the bathroom mat soak up as much of the wetness from his feet as possible.

“Enjoy the rest of your ‘shift’.”

He gave a weak two-finger salute before quickly leaving the bathroom. Briefly, I could hear his damp feed padding around on the wood floors before he was leaving the apartment and going back to his duty.

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