#so if they were able to grow up… yeah they would take some traits from their parents 😭

[undeaddrabble]

PIX WIN

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the abstrabbit fankid Pix!! made by @undeaddrabble

teen/more grown up version, i had such a hard time with the colors on the legs and arms and neck i swear-

i love drawing them. jax and zooble are not great parents but thats ok 🥰

i like to think that if Pix picked up her parents' personalities, it would pretty much just be a mix of smug asshole and short tempered with an attitude, thus creating an absolute menace to the whole circus.

[booburry]

@fhatbhabie - Merry Christmas from your secret Santa! I gift you a DBF!Joel! I hope you enjoy it ♥

Setup: After your ride falls through to get to Uni, Joel offers to drive you himself.

Tags: Winter road trip, Some Fluff, Some Angst, Longing, Car Karaoke, lots of comments about Joel's hands while driving, female masturbation, reader can't climax, accidental walk-in

No use of Y/N; Reader is plus sized but no other physical traits given

WC: 5.9k

“Thanks again, Joel.” You muttered as you looked out the window to the white, snow-covered, fields you drove by. “For this…” you quietly mumbled, fearing the need to clarify yet not being able to think of whatever else Joel could interpret your thanks for.

After all, he had no clue of the surmounting crush you had growing for him since you were old enough to take notice of the finely aged wine that Joel Miller was��and it always boggled your mind how no woman was trying to snatch that man up.

He probably doesn’t want to be snatched. Definitely not from someone like me. That nasty voice inside your head told you as you heard Joel lightly drum his fingers against the wheel. If you hadn’t been so self-absorbed, you would have seen his shift in posture at your gratitude.

“It’s no problem.” He replied, speaking words that would normally not pull your focus to him, but it was the way he said it as if he was trying to reassure you of something that had you turn towards him. The motion caught his eye, Joel flicking his gaze to you before promptly putting it on the clear, and straight, road ahead of you. “It’s, uh, just your dad told me your ride fell through and that he couldn’t get ya there, but I was able to shift a few things…” another worried—if you thought Joel capable of such a thing—glance to you, “I owed your dad a favour anyways.”

And there it was. Joel just hanging out with you to help your dad. It had always been that way, it wouldn’t be any different now. He was there to help you move into your first place, loaned you his truck for a week when your dad’s had broken down and you needed to get to work, he even helped prepare a few family meals that he and Sarah would join you and your dad for Sunday’s.

Even though Joel and your dad hadn’t been best friends from a young age, or even when you were young, he had been around, heavily, since you were seventeen—when he and your dad went into business together with their construction company.

“He never seems to owe you any…” You can’t help but mutter, finding yourself pulling out your phone from your pocket and sinking into your screen, letting the rest of the world fade away as you withdrew, falling into yourself, mindlessly scrolling through all of your socials—desperately searching for anything that would spark any joy to stop the emptiness seeping into you.

It did not help the pain in your chest that all you wished for was for Joel to lay a hand carefully and deliberately over your thigh, to comfort you, and squeeze your flesh under his calloused hand. You couldn’t help but wonder, because it was always a thought, if his hand could stretch the width of your thick thigh or if he could properly grip you in the way you had constantly dreamt and fantasized of.

You were sure he could, even if there were always those seeds of doubt waiting to blossom like the first day of spring, you were certain any touch from him would be unbearable to live through in the moment.

The thought alone brought heat to your whole body. You cracked the window to let in the icy winter breeze.

A silence filled the truck between you two, but you were so withdrawn into yourself that you, once again, missed the flashes of nerves and uncertainty crack through Joel’s stoney expression at your words.

“Are you excited to be off to university?” His voice made you violently jump. “Oh, I didn’t know you were sleepin’—”

“No, I wasn’t. Umm,” you groaned as you sat back up in your seat, your body having slumped into itself as you zoned out, “yeah, I guess. I’m not really the age to live the classic ‘Uni Life!’, heh.” You used your valley girl voice, accompanied by a forced, high-pitched, laugh, and immediately regretted not stopping yourself. Why you blurted out the stupidest things or said them in the strangest voices, was always beyond you.

Most of the time it was fine, even entertaining, but without an immediate reaction from Joel, every millisecond felt soul-crushing. But the small curl to the corner of his lips, his salt and pepper beard moving with the folds on his cheeks with his smile, made you forget what you even said.

“I don’t think they put an age limit on that sort’a stuff.” He teased with a small chuckle, the one hand he had on the steering wheel tightening, lightly rocking forward before relaxing once more. You were confused for a moment before becoming highly aware of what ‘stuff’ Joel was talking about.

“Oh,” you said out of shock, immediately looking at your hands that rested in your lap and fidgeting with your nails, your right foot hooking behind your left and running as far up and down your calf as you could reach. “I, uh…no. Definitely not on the agenda.” You awkwardly added.

It’s not like you hadn’t thought about the parties, especially with you going to live on campus. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to have sex or engage in it, you were quite the wild young woman before Mom passed. Then the depression hit…the deep depression, the eating, the fact that you barely recognized the person in the mirror once you were able to pull yourself out of that state.

Took you five years, but you made it. Unfortunately, those lost years meant all of your friends had already gone to university or had already graduated and gotten jobs in their fields, and here you were…just beginning. With barely enough confidence to know you could, but enough to get you through the application.

Your father liked to always remind you, that you did get into MIT so…you weren’t a complete dud. A compliment from him as best as they came; you were truly just happy he stopped comparing you to tools.

But truly you had applied because of Joel. His constant playful teasing about you seeming to always wait around the house for when he would come by—which wasn’t entirely true but it was always the best part of your day. Then it became him asking what you were going to do instead, feigning concern if he stops showing up on Wednesdays and how you would manage your ‘hump days without him’.

Those jokes always left your stomach twisted and your brain scrambled. It was comments like those that had breathed life into the hope that Joel somehow wanted what you did, thought of you the way you thought of him.

Until you remembered you were the same age as his daughter, that you had met him as a teenager, that he had watched you grow up for the last decade.

That you were his best friend’s daughter. His business partner’s daughter and only child.

It could never happen, a fact you realized, and tried to always convince yourself you accepted, but it was more like an admission of defeat. There was no reason to fight for something that could not happen, something that would end in heartbreak, upset and the potential destruction of everything he and your father had built together.

And Sarah? God, even though she was used to her friends thirsting over her father, she would never accept any of them fucking him.

So any intimacy with Joel would also have you losing that as well.

You sat on those feelings as you peeked back towards Joel, who drove his truck with one arm, his other supporting him as he leaned against the truck door, absently biting his fingernails.

It was so fucked up how one look at that man made you want to throw your entire life away for a single taste.

--x--

The drive was lukewarm for a few hours until Joel felt it necessary to fill the silence again.

“How ‘bout some music?” He asked you in a way you could hear his encouraging smile, unveiling his wish to connect and engage with you and it made you sick with want and dread. You heard the click of the dial turning over to power on the stereo, static slowly fading through the speakers before you saw Joel frantically press the button to go to Bluetooth—having missed a few times before his success.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his fumble.

“Somethin’ funny?” He harmlessly barked at you as you forced yourself to shrug with indifference despite feeling your heart punch your chest from the inside with every unstable beat.

He was looking at you in that stupid way again. The one that made you forget how to function, how to move or speak or react. It left you completely frozen without fail.

You felt like you were suffocating under his gaze before he cleared his throat and tore his eyes away from you, allowing yourself to realize the feeling of suffocation was from the fact you stopped breathing—Joel was only indirectly to blame.

Feeling nervous and uneasy, you quickly connected your phone to the stereo and smashed the next button through your Spotify playlist, desperately looking for any song that you knew would immediately put you somewhere else—somewhere far away from Joel and how he was making you feel right now.

“You gonna pick one?” Joel asked you in a playfully teasing way, immediately making you more flustered, absently dragging your hoodie away from your legs to rest next to you as if to create some type of physical barrier between the two of you.

“Yeah,” you confirmed as you aggressively rushed through your songs, “I just need to fi—” Your thumb finally hovered and a light strum of a guitar drifted through the speakers as Run Away to Mars by TALK began playing and your heart immediately felt rested.

This song had been your number one for your 2021 and 2022 Wrapped Playlists for a fucking reason. It was a song that would always surround you in its rhythmic peace, encapsulating you with the resonating strums of the guitar, the coarse voice of the singer transporting you far away from any worry your mind carried.

Your eyes closed when you leaned back into your seat, just listening and getting lost, trying desperately to escape the torturous prison you found yourself in currently, stuck with your depraved and forbidden thoughts, stuck with the muse of those thoughts.

You needed to be far from here and you found that escape in the lyrics of this song, helplessly mouthing the words as the chorus played.

What if I run away to Mars?

Would you find me in the stars?

It wasn’t until you got to the last 4 seconds of silence on the track that you were brought back to the present, back to the metal box that, to your delight and dread, trapped you with Joel.

“Play it again.” He demanded his request of you before it even rolled over to the next song, and you were left shocked—both from being pulled back to this place and that Joel would wish to listen to that song again. He, however, seemed to take your silence offensively. “What? I can’t like music or somethin’?”

“No! I just...I dunno, I thought you were all Johnny Cash and old Country music.” You teased him, glancing to see him continue to watch the road yet scoff with absolute shock and suppressed amusement.

“Old...” he grumbled.

“You actually know this song?” You quickly asked him before he could say what he intended.

“Yes.” he chided you, not caring to hide his annoyance in having to prove himself to you. “I just so happen to enjoy playing the guitar on occasion so I—”

“Wait really?” You interrupted out of shock, Joel immediately scowling at the perceived tease and for disrupting whatever he was saying.

“Is that so hard to believe?” He truly barked this time, his entire face pinching with frustration as he turned to look at you and away from the road. You immediately shot your hands up in a sign of surrender before slowly using your index fingers to point back towards the empty road.

“Dad never mentioned it, is all.” You quietly defended. After a short pause, Joel just laughed as his previous demeanour seemingly melted away.

“You think I would tell your dad about that?”

“No.” You immediately answered, not even having to think about the answer. Your father, for all of his amazing qualities, was not one who ever wanted you to get into the arts. It was all Science and Math and Literature—and not even the fun books. “No, I am pretty sure that man swatted every paintbrush or impromptu microphone I ever had out of my hands.” You confirmed with a chuckle—it was old news now. You were happy with where you were heading, looking at the far future of where you would finally end up after your long journey through university.

Besides, once you were on campus and away from your dad you could do whatever or—you looked at Joel—whoever you wanted to.

Maybe it didn’t even need to wait until campus.

“Yeah,” Joel sighed and his shoulder hunched forward slightly before he gave you a quick, compassionate, glance, “Peter always said it was your mother who was better at encouraging that side.” You just nodded softly—she very much was.

“I’m sorry you never got to meet her.” You softly told him, knowing she would have adored Joel for how he has positively influenced your father and improved both of your lives. She also probably could have been the softening blow that your father needed if it ever came out the feelings and thoughts you had for his best friend…who was a few decades older than you.

“Me too…but only for your sake.” He admitted with a sigh so heavy it could sink a ship to the deepest trenches of the ocean. “Every girl deserves to grow up with a present, nurturing, mother.”

Your mouth twitched as you quickly recalled the things Sarah had shared with you about how absent her mother was, how she just left one day and never reached back, never answered any attempts of contact.

“Yeah, they do, but the lucky ones get men like you as their fathers instead.” You told him with a smile, biting the inside of your cheek in guilt that you were, once again, thinking of fucking your friend’s dad. Your dad’s best friend.

“Kind of you to say.” Joel quietly responded after a moment of silence and you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that he had truly been touched by your words, even if they were the truth—any woman would be lucky to have a man like Joel in her life, and you felt that way already.

That was also one of the many reasons that fueled your guilt for wanting more, for wanting dirty, filthy, things from him.

Unable to find the proper words to say next, fearing you would say something more than you had before, more than you should, you looked back at your phone and hit the back button enough times to get back to Run Away to Mars.

“Sing it for the people in the back.” You teased him with a smile before slouching yourself into the corner of where the seat met the frame of the truck, your ears already trained on hearing Joel’s tapping on the steering wheel over the strumming of the guitar, desperate to hear his soothing, rumbling, voice. You nearly exhaled in ecstasy as he growled the lyrics ‘...and you��re a wild, wild girl.’

What you would give to have him say those words to you...god. It felt unfair to have these feelings burden you and here you were foolish enough to believe you would have been able to survive this trip.

Yet...you were also foolishly hoping for something more to happen between you two despite the catastrophe it would cause.

“Have you listened to his other songs?” You eagerly asked as the playlist went on to its next song.

“No, actually,” Joel admitted with a slight amount of shock, but you felt blood rush through your body at sharing this with him. Immediately you dove over to your TALK playlist, hitting the play button as quickly as possible.

“It’s not all like that song, but it’s wonderful and his lyrics! God!” You exclaimed, losing yourself in your excitement and ability to finally be able to gush about this artist to someone. Joel just broadly smiled as Afraid of the Dark started playing and you put your phone in the middle of the bench seat.

“Good lyrics make or break a song.” He commented, full of an unfamiliar amused engagement as he looked at you, his eyes lingering for a moment before he looked back towards the road. It was only as he harshly cleared his throat that you reminded yourself to breathe. You almost lost it again the moment Joel started to tap along to the song against the steering wheel when the drums came in, pursing his lip as he slowly rocked his head to the beat. “Oh yeah, this is good.”

If it was physically possible to melt into a puddle on this seat it would have happened at that moment. The way he stressed the words, the grit in his expression as he became engrossed in the music. You desperately wanted those two things in very different circumstances…circumstances left for your dreams.

You almost drifted off into thought before you saw an empty water bottle shoved in front of your face.

“What the—”

“Your impromptu microphone,” Joel stated as if it was an obvious reason to have a water bottle shoved in one's face. “What? Don’t try to tell me you don’t sing to these songs.” He challenged you, a victorious smirk drawing your eye to his pronounced dimple.

“Fine.” You grumpily muttered, trying to appear annoyed despite your rampant nerves screaming at you to stop what you were doing while you sat back up.

“Let em’ hear ya.” He encouraged, reaching down to turn up the volume so that you could feel less self-conscious. Then the next song switched on and you let out a deep, sarcastic chuckle without realizing what that laugh would allude to. Joel glanced at you curiously before you began singing to Fall For You.

Although the volume of the song was loud enough that you didn’t need to worry about how well you sang, it wasn’t enough to drown out the memories of the countless times you had listened to this song with the thought of the man sitting across from you.

Thankfully an increase in volume along with the chorus brought you out of your focus on Joel and back into your carefree self—the version of you who wasn’t constantly plagued with the guilt of your desperate and painful longing to sleep with Joel.

You were so far removed from those thoughts that you broke out the air guitar solo until Joel chuckled and you felt your cheeks go crimson. With lightning-quick speed, you put the water bottle back into the cup holder.

“Best that stays there.” You reassured yourself as Joel continued to chuckle at you.

“You aren’t bad.” He tried to encourage you but you just shook your head with an unimpressed expression. There was no way he could convince you to engage in carpool karaoke again.

“I don’t do encores.” You firmly informed him, only getting another chuckle in response.

Joel turned his attention back to the road, his large hands and thick fingers continuing to drum against the leather wheel as the playlist ran through itself. You felt yourself relax, on the cusp of slumber, when you heard the organ piano chord and then the distinct guitar of the absolutely last fucking songyou needed to listen to with Joel present—How Long.

You desperately reached for your phone but Joel pulled it away from you.

“This sounds good.” He told you but you were becoming distressed.

“Joel—”

“Just go back to sleepin’.” It was always so conflicting when he told you to do something, your natural reaction was to resist yet your desire to be under the man had you wanting to give him everything he asked of you. You curled up and rested against the door, pulling your hoodie over your face in fear of what was about to happen as you got to the chorus.

How long, how long, how long

Am I gonna have to wait to tell you the truth?

You heard Joel stop drumming.

How long, how long, how long

Will I pretend that I don’t love you?

You didn’t even get past the third ‘na’ of the chorus before you heard the stereo get shut off.

“Maybe best to just enjoy the scenery,” Joel hollowly advised as you drove through nothing but empty, snow-covered fields in the dead of night.

--x--

“What do you mean you don’t have any rooms with two beds? I booked a room with two beds!” You heard Joel argue with the front desk of the motel from outside of the small entranceway.

“I’m sorry, sir, we only have rooms with king beds. You can always just book two rooms for the night…if you need that.” The clerk added the last part as his eyes drifted past Joel to look at you as you entered.

“I ain’t gonna f—” Joel cut himself off, his face twisted with tortured frustration, his tightened fist hovering over the flimsy, cheaply manufactured, desk. His eyes met yours and you could see his whole body shake as he forced his muscles to loosen from their tensed positions. “Thank you.” He bit the words to the clerk before storming past you. “Let’s go.” He grumbled and although the intensity of the interaction had you on edge, those words in such a tone shoved you over it into an endless pitfall of lust.

Joel unlocked the door but let you enter the room first, both of your eyes falling to the single bed, Joel immediately gave an unhelpful grunt of distaste at the sight while standing almost directly behind you.

“I’ll sleep on the pullout.” He told you as he walked into the room, tossing his duffle bag onto one of the chairs at the tiny table but you immediately shook your head.

“Not with that back, you aren’t.” You scolded him, raising your backpack above your head and shooting it towards the couch before Joel could sit down on it. “Claimed.” Joel glowered, the conversation at the front desk had left him short-tempered—the previous abrupt end of the last conversation between the two of you not helping matters in any way, shape, or form.

He snatched up your bag, walking it over to the bed as his eyes were locked on yours only to shove it deliberately and dramatically into the bed as if to permanently imprint it into the mattress.

“We can sleep on the far sides of the bed, there is enough space.” You countered, thinking it was a helpful middle-of-the-ground to your absolute worst-case scenario. Joel had offered to pay for the way up, you had sunk your travel funds into your friend's car that ended up still breaking down, so you had no way to complain about where you stayed. There was also no fucking way you were going to call your dad and tell him you needed to sleep in a separate room from Joel because there shouldn’t be a reason it’s tense for you two.

But, holy hell, was it suffocatingly so.

Joel stared at you, his muscles pulled into a deep scowl that demanded you not say another fucking thing, that you aren’t to make a sound, to not even think to breathe, and your body listened to every command.

“Find a place to eat, I’ll go pick it up.” He growled, slowly blinking before turning away from you to fall onto the couch, one leg stretched out, the other bent with his foot on the floor. He tilted his hat forward to cover his eyes from the bright overhead light, the sight making you sick with want.

You plopped down on the open seat and the table and went to Google Maps, searching for restaurants near you. There were always the classics: Denny’s, Cracker Barrel…Waffle House, but they were nearby and you needed some time. Alone. Quickly you scrolled and zoomed out, searching for something that looked good and wasn’t available any closer to you. Finally, you found something promising, something Joel most likely wouldn’t immediately protest, and it was thankfully just over 20 minutes away.

“Chinese?” You asked and Joel immediately just grunted.

“Just pick.” Flustered you texted him the maps link and sunk into your chair, wanting to hide, but instead the motion caused your fabric to pull back, your tights and underwear pressing against your swollen and aroused bud in such a way that it forced a small, involuntary, moan from you.

Joel tore his hat off his face and sprang up to look at you at the noise, his eyes like slits as he glared, studying you as you tried to pass off that sound as an awkwardly started cough, forcing yourself to continue to cough a few more times before looking away and sitting back up. You saw him slowly look away at his phone, his screen at a harmfully bright level before he grunted again while getting up.

“Be back.” He muttered, his tone so low it reminded you of a predator above its prey. You just walked yourself to the bathroom, worried that you would unravel before him with the suffocating horniness you felt taking over your entire being.

The slam of the door being shut was quick to come, to your great appreciation, however you still waited to hear the roar of the truck engine, the screech of his tires as you knew Joel was frustrated, there only being one reason he was this frustrated, so he would be trying to get as far away as possible from this place as quickly as he could.

As you finished that thought, you heard the roar and the screech and you were laser-focused on what you needed to do. Joel was punctual, stupidly so from all his experiences quoting out labour costs and driving time for jobs. So with 20 minutes to and from plus 5 for all the foot travel, you had enough time to give yourself the best orgasm you have ever given yourself before—you were sure anything less would leave you unsatisfied.

First, you got your backpack, opening up the large sack to reach in and grab your shirt that you had rolled around your vibrator, smiling as you revealed it and held it in your hand—countless times you had convinced yourself this was Joel’s, and after a day like today you only wished to know how it compared.

Next, you grabbed an empty waste bin, and the box of tissues from the small table and hit the lights—you always thought it weird to masturbate with the lights on. Wasting no time you sat down on the couch where Joel had been and relished in the fact that it still smelt of him.

Holding down the power button you heard the low buzz and smiled. You craved to feel it in you, you craved a lot more, and in the darkness, you could close your eyes and inhale the air around you to allow yourself to think you weren’t alone.

You could pretend that the fingers that pulled your tights over your round ass and down your thighs were much larger, coarser. That the hands pulling your legs apart, resting one foot on the coffee table was not yours.

That you sat, splayed for a single person’s view and pleasure, for the man who has so carelessly growled behind you within this very room…a sound you now used to imagine a furious and lustful growl from him the moment you first displayed yourself like this. How he would wrap his thick, muscular, arms around your large thighs, pulling them together so his head was completely buried within your voluptuous and soft skin, his lips and tongue obsessively moving and sucking against you.

Slowly you lowered your vibrator to press against your clit, a small smile spreading across your lips at the teasing sensation. ‘What’s so funny, sugar?’ You heard Joel’s voice in your head and it was too much, images and moments from today flooding into your mind with the many variations you had wanted where it ended with him touching you the way you played with yourself now.

Swiftly you pressed your vibrator into yourself, pushing past the initial tug with a deep groan of desperation and relief. ‘Shit, baby. You want it that bad?’ His voice returned, taunted and teasing—but you needed it. Fuck, you needed him so badly it broke you.

“Yes.” You answered out loud, your head rocking back as you moved the vibrator in and out of you, but it wasn’t enough. Your thumb frantically reached for a second button on your vibrator, turning on the ‘bunny ears’ that cradled and vibrated your clit. Your hips rolled at the feeling as you stuttered an inhale, you finally feeling like you were moving closer to the orgasm you craved before it quickly.

You growled out of frustration, changing your grip and curling your torso closer so that you could move the vibrator in and out of you with excessive speed and force, turning up the vibration two settings but it felt like nothing. You whimpered before pulling the vibrator out of yourself and turning it off, falling back onto the couch in defeat.

It didn’t work. You knew it was yourself, because you wanted it to be him and because you had this nagging thought that pulled at you from your head and gut that Joel would have wanted to see you like this…that if you waited for him to return, that he would take it, take you.

Maybe that thought would do.

You closed your eyes once again, turning your nose to the couch where you could still get remnants of his smoky, musky, smell, you thought of how Joel would want to watch you. ‘For me?’ The Joel in your head asked you, and you stupidly smiled into the couch cushions, your hand slowly moving down to press down on your folds, a bite to your lip as you gave a soft, shy, laugh.

“Yeah, baby, just for you.” You whispered against the fabric, your fingers digging into your cunt, still desperate and horny but you knew you couldn’t be hasty, you had to be slow, and you thankfully had the time to allow it.

Gently you dragged your padded fingers over your swollen bud, swirling and teasing, desperate for your mind to keep you in its place with Joel, desperate for it to bring you his voice. ‘Take it slow, baby girl,’ his phantom voice spoke to you, kneeling between you to softly kiss your thighs.

Slowly you rolled your hips and fell into a slow rhythm that you knew would please Joel, knew would make him happen. A small gasp of ecstasy escaped your lips as your head rocked back, your eyes fluttering closed and you lost yourself to the moment, losing track of the time, only becoming reconnected to the space around you when you found yourself, once again, on the precipice of your harbored passions being released.

Zzzt, Zzzt, Zzzt. You were sure people from outside of your room could hear you fucking yourself with your vibrator, could hear you whimper as you were desperate to cum, despaired that you failed at every attempt.

“Just let me come.” You audibly begged, whispering the plea out into the universe for some holy spirit to possess your cunt and blast it to oblivion. You pushed your muscles to move at a speed with such applied force that they screamed in protest, your body tensing, your throat tightening, the pleasure in your body placing you on the precipice of relief only to torture you with something you weren’t going to get.

Your mind a haze, having lost yourself to the chase of this, you didn’t hear the door unlock.

“Please, Joel…” You moaned, losing yourself in your lust and desperation, only to find yourself immediately when the door was slammed shut with a kick and the lights were flicked on, for Joel to see you, wide eyes and gobsmacked, spread on the couch, soaked fabric before you, vibrator roaring and deep inside of you.

It was when you locked eyes with him, when you watched his eyes look down to see what was exposed and not look away, when his whole body became flush, that you had the best orgasm you had given yourself in years. You pinched your eyes in embarrassment, grabbing a pillow to suffocate yourself with it as your legs twitched and you moaned as the deep reservoir of built up desperation emptied itself around your vibrator.

You were hit by a wall of guilt and shame shortly after. Immediately you pulled your toy from you, removed the pillow, and sat up. Joel wasn’t there anymore, but the bag of Chinese food was. Then your phone buzzed and then a text notification popped up on your lock screen. It was from Joel.

‘Getting a room.’ Your heart sank, but you knew it was for the best. You didn’t mean for him to walk in or to see…you thought you were good for the time. You tapped your phone screen to see the clock and Joel returned ten minutes earlier than he should have—he must have been driving incredibly recklessly. A separate room was probably best anyway.

‘Didn’t mean to disturb you.’ He added a line that gave you mixed feelings. Did he say that because he wished he never saw it? Or because he kept on thinking about it?

You had to get cleaned up and track him down to get him some of the food…he had to eat, but reaching out to him was a later issue you couldn’t deal with currently while being burdened by your lustful sin.

You acted on many impulses of lust and greed, abandoning your morals and judgement, truly shrouding yourself in darkness to hide in the shame of the depravity of your wants. Yet that wasn’t what weighed heaviest on your mind, or what made every breath laborious. It wasn’t even that Joel had seen, to see how he looked at you, how you reacted.

No.

It was the post-nut clarity of realizing that even if Joel had these same sinful temptations suffocating his mind, the same apple perched on your lips ready to taste, lick and bite, that you were completely wrong to tempt him into it. To even think of putting him in a position to see you like that! You knew what you were doing, deep down if you didn’t accept it or acknowledge it in the moment.

You had wanted him to see you, to walk in, to have a chance at knowing how he would react, to know if all of your stolen and secret glances from the past few years really meant something.

So why did it make you sick? Like you were a vile person, a betrayer to your father and friend?

Even more, why wasn’t that enough to stop you?

[shunshunrika]

3 some w isagi and bachira?

maybe include Nagi too if you're comfy (T_T)

luv ur works really I've been stalking ur acc (not in a creepy way) (*_*")

omg nooo it's not creepy at all and THANK YOU LOVE FOR READING my noob-grade, thirsty thoughts on this blog!! let me know how you like this!

warnings: SMUT, mdni, 18+ only, afab!reader, cum play, double penetration, mfm, vaginal s*x, nipple play, kissing, oral (m. and f. recieving), handjobs, and the like. not proofread towards the end.

PASS! ft. Isagi Yoichi and Bachira Meguru

symbiosis(sym.bi.o.sis) (n.) - a mutually beneficial relationship between different people or groups.

You had initially firmly believed that monogamy was the absolute law of the land, and that polyamory was for unconventional freaks. Yeah, you'd have your fair share of hookups, but you'd never consider dating two people at once. With that in mind, you struggled to find a partner who would satisfy two very dominant traits of your personality - being taken care of and to take care of.

Yes, such people exist, and it was a constant fight to keep both sides of you satisfied until you had grown the balls to admit you were wrong about your rigid notions.

You had begun dating your tinder match, Meguru Bachira on a whim. It had started off as a casual fling, a few hookups here and there to keep both of you happy - but you started to grow affectionate towards the chirpy boy who would cling to you and eventually offered him a real date.

You thought it was going great with Meguru. He was a good guy. Friendly, loving, hilarious and above all respectful and considerate. He was the one who observed you were not being yourself to the fullest extent in this relationship and he was the one who proposed that you bring in another chap into the mix.

He told you that one of his closest friends, some guy by the name of Yoichi Isagi was picking up interest in you after having seen you and chatted with you at one of the football association gatherings as Meguru's +1. (Yes, your boyfriends were footballers, it was supremely hot) He confessed to Meguru about his growing infatuation after a chance bar outing and getting drunk. Meguru was initially jealous because he wanted you all to himself but with time, he considered that Isagi would be the perfect guy to bring out your other side, the one you hide with Meguru. With that, the three of you met up and after a lot of fidgeting around and a lot of scrutiny on your end, you decided to become a throuple.

It turned out to be one of the best decisions of your life and you couldn't thank Meguru enough for it. You took control and had your ego tickled when your baby, Meguru was with you and you were able to let go off the steering wheel while Isagi made sure you were pampered to hell. So far, you had kept your sex lives separate. You were riding Meguru on some days and on some days, you were being f*cked into the mattress by Isagi. It was perfect.

*******

"Yoichi" you whispered into Isagi's ear, laying on top of him on the bed as he scrolled through his phone, reading web-manga. You had come over to Isagi's house today as Meguru was grinding at practice the whole day. It had been a few days since you saw Isagi as he was overseas for a work-related business. You had figured since it was his off day, the two of you could maybe catch up a bit and watch a movie. That and you desperately needed his kisses.

He gave the best kisses in the world, he easily trumped Meguru in that department.

"What is it, baby?" he asks softly, removing strands of hair from your forehead so they don't fall into your eyes. He keeps the phone aside and embraces you, rubbing your back.

"I want kisses." you say, pouting. Meguru hasn't actually seen you this way ever and you were always curious as to how he would react if he did.

"Kisses?" Yoichi smirked at you, bringing your face closer to him.

"Here?" he asked, pressing a peck to your forehead as you shook your head.

"Then here?" he pressed another kiss to your cheek.

"Yoichi! You know what I mean!" you whined, squirming in his grip as he laughed.

"Oh, right, right." he said, kissing your nose and scrunching up his face when he sees your expression. "Ah, you are such good entertainment!" he says, finally leaving a kiss on your lips.

"Can't believe Bachira had you to himself for three whole months before I got my hands on you."

You were barely listening to what he was saying though. Today marked the twelfth day since you had subbed. and you were desperate. You grabbed Isagi by the hair and brought him down on your face again.

"Hey, Easy there-" he managed to speak before you were pushing your tongue into his mouth. It's not long before he's groaning into your mouth, the sweat from both of your foreheads making your hair stick to them. You snake your hands up into his t-shirt and feel his taut muscles relaxing and contracting as you continue to smooch him. You feel him bite your upper lip to make you stop for a second.

"Enough with the lips." he commanded, moving his mouth to latch onto your neck and start sucking there as he positions himself under you to squeeze the fat of your waist.

"Ah, I missed this!" you yelp as he hits a delicious spot near the crook of your neck. "Go harder!" you find yourself getting lost in Isagi's moves and his heady scent until a familiar jolly voice cuts through your senses.

"Y/N?" you see Meguru standing by the door of Isagi's bedroom and the both of you look at him skeptically. He seemed a little off - duller, somehow.

"How'd you get in?" Isagi asked. No he wasn't offended or anything that he had just interrupted your hot make out session. Isagi was probably genuinely concerned about house safety.

"You gave me the keys months ago, dumbass." Meguru said, approaching your bed and making your heartbeat spike unknowingly. He had in fact caught you in an embarrassing position even if he had scene every nook and cranny of your body by now. He didn't seem too bothered though, something else was on his mind. And Isagi spoke before you could.

"Something up, bro?"

"Nothing. Midfield play was amazing. Some of the guys on my team messed up some of the goals though. Had to take the brunt of that loss as the captain. I was up against Nagi's team today."

You feel a chill run up your spine when you hear that name. You two had hooked up. But it was only once, probably a year ago now, before Bachira happened and the both of you were drunk out of your minds. Nagi's poor aftercare was enough reason for you to leave first thing in the morning, leaving him butt naked and with a few notes of cash stuck in his buttcrack as thanks for the one orgasm you fingered out of yourself when he came too early and slept off.

"Hey, don't feel too low." Isagi said. "At least, when it comes to Nagi."

"I was one more 'your play is boring' comment away from kicking him in the nuts." Bachira said, rubbing the back of his neck and crouching down beside the bed to twirl a strand of your hair. "How you doing, babe?"

You felt so sorry for him when you saw his puppy like eyes. You knew exactly what he needed, and you knew he wouldn't dare to ask because he assumed this was your quality time with Isagi.

"Megu-chan, do you want to do it?" you offered generously and saw Meguru turn red.

"Wh-Huh-W-Well you're... I thought you were busy with Isagi and so." Meguru stuttered, clearly embarrassed.

"Come up," you said, guiding his head to lay on your chest. You lifted up your shirt to expose your breasts to him and both Bachira and Isagi started at your soft mounds in awe.

"Meguru likes to suck on them when he's down." you explain to Isagi as he looks on curiously. "Go on, Megu." and with your permission, Meguru latches on to one of your breasts and starts suckling like a baby. You let one hand remain on Isagi's neck and caress Meguru's head with the other. "Where were we?" you ask as Isagi hesitantly continues kissing your neck. You now have pleasure ebbing at you from two different spots on your body. Meguru's mouth is relentless as he gropes one of your breasts and sucks the life out of the other one. Isagi on the other hand has a tight grip on your jaw and alternates between your neck and your mouth with his hungry kisses. Soon, your thighs grow weak, and you feel wetness gather in your nether regions. You moan into Isagi's mouth, and he breaks the kiss to look at you and then at Bachira.

"Okay, enough." Isagi says irritably, trying to pry Meguru's lips off your nipples, earning angry whines from the boy. "Pass her to me. It's my turn now." Isagi says, descending onto your chest and flicking at your nipples with his tongue. You watch Bachira stare at the two of you while biting his lip. There seemed to be some uneasiness in his pants. You beckoned him to stand up and drop his pants for you to inspect.

"Looks like you're hard already, Meguru." you smile at his embarassed red face as he hides his boner with his hands. "I-I got carried away."

You start stroking his length gingerly. He has a pretty one, medium sized, curvy, thin - quite soft. Thin green veins running all along it. It's the curve that you love the most though, reaches some wicked places inside you after all. You start pumping his length soon enough as Isagi notes all of this. This special attention you give Bachira always. He used to consider it a given for being the dommest of the three but now he craves for more. He grabs your wrist and slides it onto his hard shaft instead, staring at you intently.

"I said I want to have her now." he commands. "That means no Bachira for a few minutes, understood?"

"Don't steal my girl like you steal my ball on the court, Isagi." Bachira cuts through and gently places his length in your mouth, holding your chin.

You love it. Love it! The two men you crave for the most fighting over who gets you.

"Y/N. If you divert your attention from my c*ck for even a second, you don't get to cum tonight, do you understand?" he asks, placing his own hand on your grip his hard on. You nod at him eagerly, mouth already full of Bachira's c*ck. You take a look at Isagi's. It stands tall and very straight. A bit above average. Two very large blue veins and a smaller tip.

You start taking the two men like a champ. One of them moans and whines while thrusting his body into your mouth while the other sighs and groans, whimpering occasionally as his manhood lies in the mercy of your fist. You are able to maintain this pace well until Bachira grabs your hair and makes you turn towards his c*ck, diverting your attention there.

"My Pass. Now give your all here like a good girl." he says, panting and lazily. Bachira?!! Was this your subby Bachira?

"I will cum on you first." Bachira declares but Isagi won't let him have that.

"Sorry, she's busy." he says, grabbing you altogether and pinning you on the bed, caging you such that he acts like a barrier between you and Bachira. You make doe eyes at Bachira and mouth a 'sorry'.

"I am so ruining you tonight-" Isagi starts but Bachira is already pushing at his chest. "Hey, you thief. Get off, she's mine!"

"She's mine. She had her first squirt with me!" Isagi yells back.

"No. That was with me. What did you do even? Can't compare to my tongue."

"HAH?? Don't make me make you suck my c*ck!" Isagi screamed.

"Like hell! In your dreams!"

You let their drama unfold as you patiently removed the rest of your clothing and waited for them coyly. When they noticed you sat there undressed, both their hands went to their own clothes. Bachira beat Isagi by a second and jumped on you.

"I am doing you first!" he said excitedly. You eye Isagi apprehensively.

"Fine, Meguru get's to pick where he wants to put it in first." you declare, winking at Isagi. That sets him off. He picks you up by your thighs and seats you down on his angry hard on, eliciting a thunderous moan from you.

"You sucker!" Bachira yells out, scrambling like a panther and positioning himself. He enters you in the same hole as Isagi, making your eyes bulge out from pain and pleasure.

"She said she wanted me to pick!"

You let them fight over you yet again as you got drunk in the pleasure of being double penetrated. Bachira from the front and Isagi from the back. Fortunately, they kept thrusting in and out as they bantered, not in sync, always keeping you on the edge of what will come next. You were so overwhelmed, you put your arms around Bachira's shoulder for support and Isagi yanked you by your hair.

"Not him, before me." he whispered darkly into your ear.

"You dumbass, she's hurting!" Bachira scolded Isagi, embracing you and rubbing your back.

"I-I'm-" you lean back and bump into Isagi, pushing your tongue into his mouth as you twisted your neck around. "Do it harder, Yoichi! Only you can."

That was enough motivation for Isagi to pick you off of Bachira's c*ck and go full force into you, making you bounce on his lap as he thrusted upwards, gritting his teeth and hissing. Bachira didn't want to give up in any way possible though, so he swooped down and started his assault on your clit.

The two men worked relentlessly to make a sludge out of your brain and your innards. Your eyes rolled back as you yelped and came violently right into Bachira's open mouth. You couldn't tell if it was his doing or Yoichi's.

Yoichi didn't stop though. He kept up with his pace while Bachira retracted, savoring your juice and licking it off his chin. Isagi positioned himself so that he attacked you sweet spot and you came yet again, this time spraying fluid everywhere. Especially on Bachira's face and chest.

"Yes!" Bachira exclaimed. "Do all that hardwork and I get all of Y/N's output!" he mocked Isagi.

"Well, don't you worry. Y/N gets mine." Isagi smirked, pulling out of you as you plop to the bed and positions his tip at your mouth.

"Drink up." he says, emptying all his cum onto your welcoming tongue.

"Mmmm." you moaned as you took the thick, creamy substance in, swishing it around with your tongue and blowing bubbles in it. As you came down from your orgasm, and sucked on your finger, completely deranged, you saw something unexpected take place.

Bachira, who was a tad bit taller than Isagi pushed him down into the bed.

"And this is for you." he said, pumping his curvy cock next to Isagi's face as Isagi prepared for the impact with a snarl. As Isagi closed his eyes, Bachira dumped all of his seed onto Isagi's face.

You gawked at them in awe, disbelief, amusement, what not.

BACHIRA?

MEGURU BACHIRA? Your sweet, subby, 'I'll eat you out, that's all' boy?

"Come here." he motioned for you to get closer and you scrambled towards him from your place on the bed.

"Put whatever's in your mouth back into his." he demanded, holding your arm. You took one look at Isagi. He seemed to be in a daze, face covered in cum. From the orgasm or from what Bachira did, who knows. Initially, you refused Bachira's demand as you wanted Yoichi's cum to yourself.

"Do it, and I'll give you something better baby." he said, stroking your cheek. So you went for it. Dumping all of Isagi's cum and your saliva right back into his mouth. Return Gift with interest.

You turned to Bachira now.

"Good girl. Now lick my jizz off his face and swallow it right up, honey." he said with his chirpy voice, pointing to Isagi's face.

You were appalled at how you never knew about this side of Bachira. and you were extremely pleasantly surprised.

You proceeded to exactly as he said and licked all of Bachira's cum off of a still dazed Isagi's face. Gulping it down readily.

"That's my girl." Bachira complimented you, while placing a soft kiss on your lips.

"Ahhh! I feel better already!" he stretched out, backing down and laying on the bed, pulling you to lay atop him. The both of you turned an eye to Isagi who was passed out beside you.

"Mate has no stamina I see." Meguru joked and you chuckled.

"Guess he's only good at passing on the field then." you said, playing with Meguru's hair.

"Oh he isn't." Meguru corrected you. "I am."

"If I don't pass, Isagi can't win. If I don't set it up for him, he can't please you. Symbiosis."

"That's why you let me be with him then." you said, gasping. "Meguru, I didn't know you were crafty like that."

"Don't ever forget who's the boss now." he said, giving you his signature playful wink.

[dont-blame-it-on-the-kids]

50 Random Character Asks: Mako

OH MY GOD this took me 4 hours sitting down lmao

here you GO lins underway i am not accepting anymore FULL Asks but if you have a few numbers (up to 10) and a character i will accept those

1. Canon I outright reject

All of book 2 my fucking god. The whole love triangle never happened. He found Rina, and he fell in love. They’re married and pregnant with the twins in book 3 

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

His wife and twins, foreverrrrrrr

3. Obscure headcanon

He turned into the unofficial handyman for his apartment and is always helping when plumbing goes wrong or when the aircon units go haywire 

4. Favorite line

I like any line where he's pointing something ONLY HE noticed out like it was obvious and just being a good detective. (also those cheesy cop lines he was practicing lmao) 

5. Best personality trait

That hes pretty willing and ready to face challenges head on 

6. Worst personality trait

Hes so stubborn and thick headed i love it 

7. Age/height/weight headcanon

Hes like 18-22 throughout the show 

I think he’s 6ft 5inch 

Idk weighs probably a little underweight in book 1 cuz street rat probender, but after then lin gets him set up in an apartment and she and kya along with asami just make sure he’s got food stocked. 

8. Unpopular opinion about them

I know its not mako specific but I hate Wu*ko I HATE IT 

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

Him getting work at the electric plant ONTOP of being a probender, a part of the Krew, and trying to keep bolin from trouble. True big sibling activities. 

10. Best moment on screen (or in the book)

I really like the scene where he fights the red lotus in zaofu. He does a good job. 

11. Faceclaim for the role

Chai Hansen

12. Crack headcanon

He’s allergic to Lychee nuts but thinks Lychee juice is supposed to be spicy. 

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done

If we’re looking at canon he fumbled BOTH Korra and Asami, my mans, 

14. Most heroic moment

Honestly I know end of book 4 was a big moment for him but I think he was a hero LONG before with keeping him and Bolin safe on the streets and as out of trouble as they were. 

15. Worst thing they’ve ever done

Godddddd that good intentions but ruining the investigation in book 2 i CANNOT dont get me started 

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves

He hates bolin, he hates that bolin doesnt remember their parents well, he hates that he had to raise him, he hates that bolin gets to be irresponsible while he had to grow up at 8 to make sure they were okay. He loves his brother, he really does, but when he’s no longer responsible for bolin mako refuses to accept the relief that comes with that for a while. 

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

Can't Go Wrong by Phillip Phillips

Sleeping In by All Time Low 

18. What they’d go to see a therapist about

Everything for reall like his parents being murdered infront of him batman style, to raising bolin, to having every adult that new him before we did in the show was abusing him (i.e. the probending owner taking his entire winnings, the triad they worked for when he was younger. My boy had it ROUGH) 

19. Vices/bad habits

I think he picks up smoking honestly. I think he’s been smoking since he was like 11 with the triad and he doesnt let bolin know but he hasnt been able to kick the habit. 

20. Scars

I think he's got a few thinner like knife and burn scars before the explosion scarred up his arm. 

21. Drink of choice (not just alcoholic)

Milk 

22. Best physical feature

Cheekbones lmao the cheekbones in that show are insane 

23. If they were a scented candle, what would they smell like?

You know that moment when someone throws pine needles on the fire? And its pine and charcoal and fire and smoke. Yeah, maybe like that. 

24. Most annoying habit

Sleeps with socks on 

25. 3 things they’d want to take with them if they were dropped off in the middle of nowhere

Some money, a map, and his scarf he’ll make his way home lmao 

26. What they would do if stuck in an elevator with [insert character of your choice from the same fandom]

Dont matter who hes with hes gonna get them all out lmao 

27. Their guilty pleasure

Wood carving, he doesnt think it’s a useful use of his time and as the unofficial handyman in his apartment he’s usually rather busy.

28. How they feel about [insert character of your choice from the same fandom]

🤷idk i depends on the person lmao 

29. Eating habits

Bad, bad bad until he meets rina. He gets like A cup o noodles in mid day and mostly survives off milk and juice lmao 

30. Sleeping habits

He has stints of nightmares sometimes but most of the time he can sleep anywhere, unless its too soft. He cant stand soft beds. 

31. If the had a tumblr what would it look like?

He would have a family blog where its pics of his family and the twins and updates and their art and stuff. Then maybe he’ll reblog some like fandom stuff from probending or a radio show he and rina listen to. 

32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh

His twinssss he loves them so much 

33. Something guaranteed to make them cry

Theres a song that his mom used to sing all the time. He still cant listen to it without crying. Rina finds out the hard way when she was humming it cuz it was stuck in her head one day. 

34. How they react when they are feeling X emotion (sad, angry, excited, scared, etc.—can specify as many as you like)

Bottle it mostly. Emotions can be dealt with later. 

35. Their idea of a perfect day

Wake up and make the family breakfast, head off to work for a bit, move a few cases forwards, get home, have dinner, bathe the twins, get them to bed with a story book then cuddle on the couch with Rina until bedtime. 

36. Their favorite season

He loves winter because hes not overheating and people stand closer to him for warmth lmao 

37. What they really think about themselves

He thinks he’s doing well by the end of the series. In my hc world He’s married with his twins, he and bolin have found a name and a path for themselves and they’re not struggling anymore. He’s really grown up and done a lot of work. He’s proud of what he’s done and who his family is, both chosen and blood related.

38. Favorite holiday

Growing up on the streets they did not celebrate holidays for many reasons. He hated them for a long time. but seeing the twins opening gifts on the in universe equivalent of christmas, lin, kya, and asami over for dinner while korra and bolin were away during the timeskip and seeing the twins so happy and opening gifts and stuff. He found he could enjoy the holiday again and even was looking forward to the next years dinner when the twins were older and bolin and korra were back. 

39. Favorite game

He enjoys playing Cabbage Land with the twins (thank you @btheleaf for the Candy Land knock off name)

40. Favorite book

He really got into the romance series lin brought with her to the stakeout once lmao hes not so slyly asked to borrow her copies. Rina, Lin, and Kya have included him on their book club meetings now xD 

41. If they could have lunch with anyone in the world (living or dead, from any fictional universe or the real world), who would it be?

I think he would want to meet his grandfather (i’m excluding his parents cuz thats a copout answerrr)

42. 3 comfort items

His scarf, a tiny glass bird a homeless man made him when they were on the streets (he made bolin a small fireferret), and a photo he has of him korra and bolin from the probending team 

43. 3 favorite foods and 3 they despise

Fav - strawberries, Rina’s chicken fried rice, and he was surprised he enjoyed walrus-cow chowder as much as he did in the south. 

44. Their happiest memory

Hes got a few lol, when he married Rina, and when his twins were born. 

45. Their favorite celebrity

He doesnt seem the kind to follow celebrities too closely honestly. 

46. The person they most admire

Lin Beifong 100000% shes the reason he joined the force and he kinda is always looking for her approval. 

47. Their dream job

He seems to be really good as a detective. Maybe he would have liked to stay a probender for life but the trauma from the attacks were too much to go back really. 

48. Scariest moment of their life

When the dust settles in book 4 and he doesnt know where Rina and the twins are. He doesnt know if they were on the last train out or stuck in the city during the attack. 

49. Favorite toy as a child

He used to have this wooden bird that worked as like an ocarina. Hes using his wood carving skills to try to make one again and maybe make some for the twins.  

50. A memory they’ve blocked out

👀👀 lots of things can happen to young kids on the streets.

[the-unknown-void]

How do I title this without sounding like a freak?

Drone Reproduction Headcanons/theories (NOT-NSFW)

You know when something presents you a fictional species and establishes that said species can reproduce. Immediately your brain starts intrusively pondering "Man I wonder how that works."

I say intrusively because it's not like I WANTED to think about it, but I've got a curious brain and it can end up kind of interesting.

Now what the hell is this about? Murder Drones, yeah, robots.

Warning: My headcanons/theories for this are ENTIRELY SFW but I will add a "keep reading" divider regardless. also this is just so I can ramble, note that none of this is canon and it purely my own ponderings.

Let's get a few things out of the way: THEY DO NOT HAVE GENITALS, AND THEY DO NOT NEED TO DO THE NASTY! While I definitely think humans would totally make robots that do that(because we're freaks), I'm just going to ignore that lmao.

You've probably seen this idea before, and I've heard something about the creator mentioning it but I don't have Twitter so I have don't really know.

I had an idea for this already, but also this post(TW: Implied Miscarriage) by @tomahachi12 gives it more detail. I already had an idea for the parent drones to hook themselves up with a cord, and copy both their code into.. something. But I didn't really think of how the actual baby came to be.

But now thanks to them, I've gotten a full idea.

They get the pill baby/baby drone shell or whatever you wanna call it beforehand. Use a specialized cord to connect each other and the baby drone Start the data transfer to the baby drone and after an hour or several, baby is officially a conscious being that'll slowly grow up!

What does this mean? Gay couples can reproduce just as easily as their hetero counterparts, nothing special required! (Am still pondering if more or less than 2 parents could be possible too)

Those afflicted with the Absolute Solver(Like Uzi, Nori, Doll, and Yeva) will have MUCH more difficulty successfully conceiving due to corrupted data.

So what about Disassembly Drones?

Since disassembly drones used to be worker drones at some point, they would still technically have the necessary code to be able to reproduce.. however, it would be unused, and they would lack port for the specialized cord. As they are mainly cloned, meaning they don't have a need to reproduce themselves. Also they don't have their own baby-forms, they'd have to use a worker drone baby-shell.. How that would effect its appearance growing up, I don't really.. know.

They'd have to be altered slightly in order to actually use that old code for reproduction, but this wouldn't be too difficult, as they mainly just need that port.

Can a Worker Drone and a Disassembly Drone reproduce? (cough cough, N/Uzi, cough cough)

Uhhh.. I'm sorry people but the answer is probably not. umu

While disassembly drones were once worker drones, they still have loads of differences in data that'd scramble the whole process, similar to being afflicted with the Absolute Solver.

And quick note for Uzi specifically: Combined with her situation where she's basically fused with Cyn now.. she's effectively infertile, sorry. That's a LOT wrong going on.

Best case scenario is that the child of a worker drone and disassembly drone would not take on any disassembly drone traits, only being a worker drone.

Conclusion?

Don't let this stop you from making any fan-kids or.. imagining other processes, wink wonk. Ahem- This is purely my own thoughts and ideas based on the show and things I made up in my head.

If you disagree, that's fine. If you like these ideas and want to use them? Go ahead, they definitely aren't original anyways.

Some may be saddened by the fact my headcanons disable Nuzi children- and while I don't personally think Uzi would ever want kids, may I present you an idea: surrogate V. Since she is also a disassembly drone like N, and is unafflicted with the Absolute Solver. Hehe.

Have fun doing whatever you want with this.

[cookii-moon]

I think post DOTD Cole still deserves to be at least a tiny bit affected by his time as a ghost yk

Explanations!!

Ngl the fact that Cole literally defied life and death and we never talk about it makes me sad like cmon it’s so interesting we give Lloyd Oni dragon features and Nya water features but we NEVER talk about when Cole literally transcended the barrier of ACTUAL DEATH. He should get more than a scar that vanishes afterwards and some cool powers SO IM GIVING HIM IT because this fandom has a criminal lack of ghost Cole content

So yeah here’s my explanations for each thingy plus my headcanons slash fanon

You can find the exact lines and contents in the ID if you can’t read my messy handwriting or tell what my messy sketches are supposed to be dndfjhgfdhgi know I know it’s very bad anyways

first one is self explanatory, Kai’s worried about Cole because the guy was dead and came back to life, Cole denies it (no it’s not ship but idm if ur a lavashipper and want it to be ship you can tag it if you wanna) because he’s Cole ofc he’s gonna deny it he’s an idiot. Meanwhile we go on to list alll the ways it’s most definitely 100% affecting him.

first one. the Cole vision. BASICALLY I follow the theory ghosts have different eyes, and when designing those eye, I take inspiration from lizard eyes. A lot of lizards, particularly nocturnal ones, not only have good night vision but can also see many more colors than humans, so I applied that to ghost eyes as well, essentially sight is one of their few senses that aren’t muted. They have night vision and can also see a much broader spectrum of color than humans can.

Since Cole has his scar on the left side, he also gets a ghost eye on the left side, which still has all the advantages he did as a ghost. On the other hand, his right eye is back to usual, meaning it doesn’t get those advantages and he’s still red/green colorblind in it. That means his left and right vision is pretty different now, which takes quite a lot of getting used to. Obviously this would be easier to show with a colored thing but it was. Hard to color for obvious reasons (you can’t demonstrate someone being able to see more colors than humans because we will always interpret it as a color we can see due to how we filter it) the ghost eye stays his entire life and there’s not really anything he can do about it.

Onto the arm - the markings are essentially burn marks / scars from his lava arms, and his nails are claws. I see ghosts as getting less and less human as time goes on because they forget who they were and what they looked like, therefore being incapable of mimicking a human form. Because Cole was around the ninja he never got far, but he did end up with some intrinsic ghost traits that carried over, like the claws. He has tried cutting them but it basically requires a massive claw clipper and even then they grow back very quickly and you can still see that they’re claws, they’re just less obnoxiously sharp. He usually opts to hide them with gloves a lot of the time. The claws are also permanent, but he can regularly trim them to be less obvious and also less annoying and more manageable.

The one where he’s scared of water is. Self explanatory. Obviously he has a big fear of water after coming back from the dead. Even just a few drops can send him into a panic attack. It gets better eventually with exposure therapy, though it may still cause him to be anxious around it at times.

most people have already done the “Cole runs into doors and walls after coming back from being a ghost lol” but like. It makes sense. So.

Right. Onto the ANGSTTTT.

“Everything is too much” refers to his sensory issues. Now obviously Cole is autistic /lh so he’s always had some sensory issues, but oh boy. Getting the ability to feel literally everything instantly after so long of not having it whatsoever?? Yikes. Pretty much everything is obnoxiously and incredibly overwhelming to him. it goes back to the usual after a lot of help from his family, though! :)

“But also”. Aka the image of him looking out at the stars. Lot more vague. Interpret it as you wish. There’s a few intended meanings to it but go ahead and figure them out for yourself. I will say that going with the idea that it’s dissociation related, he has a tendency to dissociate a lot after coming back (which is strange since he used to be pretty grounded). It never really goes away.

”Too little” ok so this one DEFINITELY needs explanation. I talked about how he’s overwhelmed. Well. Sometimes he’ll have bouts where it’s the exact opposite. He’ll suddenly feel a cold chill followed by a spreading numbness. Sometimes it’s just his hand, or his arm, other times it’s his entire body. It’s basically a psychological thing, sort of like phantom limbs except instead of a feeling where there is an absence, it’s more of an absence where there should be a feeling. Of course it’s absolutely terrifying for him, but the others eventually learn how to help ground him when it happens. Over time It gets less frequent but it doesn’t go away.

Anyways yeah that’s all I just. Think there should not only be more ghost Cole content but also. More post ghost Cole. He’s gotta be impacted SOMEHOW. Right.

Anyways yeah this is that so like

[icanseethefuture333]

How do we manifest improved social life, like being popular in your town or having large groups of friends

"16 missed calls, sorry I was busy but I missed ya 💕"

I know social media and a social life is not the same but I noticed over the past year as I worked on my shadow work and becoming more accepting of myself. People have started giving me more attention on this blog. So therefore, just being yourself really and knowing that you have traits that are lovable is what will make people attracted to you. You can still be a flawed person and be considered likeable.

Also you have to understand having friends and being popular are two different things. Popularity to me is mostly just about receiving attention and it's very superficial, so people would like you at a surface level, not on a deep level. So if that's what you wish then that's fine, but if you want to form connections with people that are healthy and substantial, then you need to think about what you want to get out of your platonic relationships.

"Tryna get with you and yo friends"

I always say birds of a feather flock together. I can be selective about what people I associate myself with because if their behavior is pretty nasty and negative, I don't particularly want to surround myself around that energy. So you need to think about qualities would you want your friends to have? What unhealthy patterns do you keep repeating in your past friendships? Why are you alone currently? Have you've been a good friend as well? What do you truly desire from your social life? Once you written these things down, you can start having a clear idea of how you can attract that desire into your life

Here are some some positive list of traits or things a friendships should have:

Good communication. Misunderstandings and differences in personality can happen, but it is important to be able to mend those differences. If for example, your friend says "hey you like to go out for drinks but I don't like alcohol, could we perhaps do something else?" You'd could do something that makes you both comfortable. Or if a friend were to hurt your feelings, you should be able to talk about that and they can apologize.

Your friend makes sure you're okay in a moment of crisis.

They respect your boundaries when you say "no", don't wish to go out, or want to leave.

You equally both can depend on each other when it's necessary.

"I got your back, you got mine". This is a crucial one and it could apply to anything. For example, it's "girl code" to go to the bathroom together. Most women go to the bathroom together because that is where most abductions and assaults happen. So in order to protect each other they go together. Or even to discuss planning on leaving if someone makes you both uncomfortable.

Some negative traits or things a friendship can have:

Your friend is a closet hater. I notice this is something that's subtle and not as obvious, you have to catch it on time. It's more so like passive aggression and you'd have to be able to get the fake expression and tone of sarcasm. "Oh my god yeah, you sure do love to eat 😃😊🙄" is one way someone could take jabs at you. Don't gaslight yourself when it happens. If you noticed there was a twinge of jealousy or pettiness in their comment. Address it when you feel calm and express how that wasn't okay. If they dismiss it and treat you like you're being dramatic, that person is not being a good friend.

You and your friend behave like "mean girls". Meaning this person just brings out the worse in you and doesn't elevate you as a person. You just act like bitter bitches together.

They steal, lie, cheat, commit crimes, etc. I don't even know how people are friends with people who have no sense of morals just because they did them a favor growing up. It's absurd. You owe nothing to that person and even if that person did something nice for you doesn't mean you have to stay friends.

They're a freeloader or stingy with their money. This is self explanatory. I don't like people who use their friends for money or gifts, its very tacky. Especially if they don't ever do it in return. Unless that person helps you in other ways such as helping you clean your house or helped you get a job. I don't think it's appropriate for them to constantly take money from you. It's just giving sugar daddy/mommy at that point.

Another tip is that if you are someone with a disability (autism for example) you can ask your friends to use tone indicators when texting or if you have trouble with understanding social cues, you can ask them politely what do they mean by that or have a signal you can both use when you are feeling a certain emotion (thumbs down = sad, thumbs up = happy, clenched fist = angry, etc). It will be easier to understand what they are trying to express.

Doing research on body language can also help understand a pattern in people's behavior and who has true intentions or not.

How to use self concept to your advantage.

Let's check your thoughts and see why it could be potentially blocking you from making friends. If you think things like "oh no one likes me", "I'm so weird", or "that person is so cool, they would never hang out with me". Stop it!!! Don't ever in your life put people on a pedestal! Don't even put yourself on the pedestal, that concept is so stupid to me, it just creates a big ego. See this person as your equal. You see qualities in them that you like because they are reflecting a part of your soul that is beautiful as well. You are drawn to one another for a reason. Have the mindset that you attract positive and uplifting friendships easily because you have the same energy as well.

Now if you're a shy person, I know it can be hard to approach people, or feeling comfortable in crowds. You can just always start small. If you have a class with someone that you like or have similar interests with. You can sit next to them and ask them about their day. Eventually things will feel naturally because you are creating a routine with this person and there is a flow going on. Just be patient and understand it takes a while for some people to come around. People can have trouble trusting and need to if you're being genuine with them. So try not to force it if they aren't as warm at first. They're still trying to get to know you and you should do that as well.

Let's use Hello Kitty for example. She is known for being friends with many and loved and adored by all! She is a friendly person and in most shows that she's in, her ability to connect with people is quite effortless. Hello Kitty just be's herself! That's what makes her so special along with her ability to show love through her actions, not just words.

Now think about the term "social life". It's a part of your life where you're socializing, meaning you're letting people take away some or your valuable time. What do you wish to do with your social life? Now there's nothing with partying and it can be fun but there's so much more than going to the club, getting drunk, etc. You can make a vision board of your dream life, the kind of people you wish to meet, and what activities you wish to do with them.

Here a list of hobbies you can do with friends that aren't just about partying or clubbing:

Go to an art museum

Visit a botanical garden

Play tennis together

Take a pilates class

Go to the gym

Have a sleepover

Take a trip to the beach

Start a book club

Go out on a picnic

I hoped this helped, anon. Now go out there and make some friends! 👭

[arc-misadventures]

There probably an ask to this, but no doubt loss in one of the numerous purges I take upon my ask box. If so; Sorry!

Growing Pains

Jaune: Ughhh…

Pyrrha: Everything go alright with the doctor, Jaune?

Jaune: Noooo…

Pyrrha: Oh no! What’s wrong! Are you dying?! Please don’t die, Jaune!!!

Jaune: What?! No, no I’m not dying!

Pyrrha: Oh thank gods…

Ren: Then what is wrong, Jaune?

Jaune: Haa… You know I went to see the doctor because of a headache I’ve been dealing with?

Ren: Yes, you said it’s been keeping you up at night so we said go see the school doctor.

Jaune: Yeah well… The doc said it wasn’t some random headache… It was growing pains…

Ren: Growing pains? Well, you’re still at that age where people go through puberty. But, why would it be giving you a headache?

Jaune: Haa… Look…

Nora: Did you bump your head?

Ren: Twice?

Pyrrha: An equal distance from each other…? Uhh… Jaune, are those pumps?

Jaune: No… They’re horns…

NPR: WHAT?!

Pyrrha: You’re growing horns?!

Nora: Dragon faunas confirmed!!!

Ren: You’re messing with us, right?

Jaune: Nope… the XRays the doc took confirmed it… I’m growing horns…

Ren: Are you okay with this, you looked pretty… depressed.

Jaune: Haa… I don’t like how people have been treating me lately… Sure it’s better than being the butt of a joke, but I don’t like being treated as some sort of messiah figure! And, before because of the nature of my traits I could easily hide myself from the more fanatical faunas, but with this! Haa… Can’t hide horn sticking out from the side of my head… All I can hope is that they look cool, and aren’t six inches tall! That would suck.

Pyrrha: Are they going to be like that?

Jaune: Maybe; The doc says the horns may stay close to my head, and possibly fetter out the closer to the end of the horn. But, since I’m a dragon faunas they’re not sure what they’ll look like.

Nora: Have you finally accepted you place as a dragon?!

Jaune: It’s either that, or a freak… I’m going with what sounds cooler…

Pyrrha: Hahaha~! Oh that sounds just like you, Jaune.

Ren: So, are you upset you’re growing horns, or are you more concerned about the shape they may take.

Jaune: The later; Depending on the shape it will determine the burden they will place on me. And, how much of a pain in the neck they may be…

Ren: Are you being literal, or rhetorical?

Jaune: Meh, same difference.

Ren: W-What…?

Pyrrha: So, do you think you’ll be able to handle growing horns?

Jaune: Well, I talked to a bunch of horned faunas, and they gave some very helpful tips to dealing with horns. Since they’re growing I will get accustomed to the weight, and moving about with them. Most of their advice was cosmetic stuff.

Ren: Like what?

Jaune: Oh stuff like I will have to start wearing button up shirts, and other stuff like that because of how wide the horns may become.

Ren: Make sense; your probably won’t be able to get them on your head.

Pyrrha: Or, tear them ip trying to get them own.

Jaune: Yeah… They recommend that I also get ask for a longer, and wider bed to accommodate the horns. Also get reinforced, bedsheets, benefits, towels, anything like that.

Ren: Make sense.

Jaune: Oil to help maintain the condition of your horns.

Nora: That’s a thing?

Jaune: They were very insistent on this. I guess I’ll learn when the time comes…

Ren: Noted.

Jaune: Also, if I have to, I should wear little caps on the end so I don’t tear anything in my sleep…

Nora: Naww~! You’d look adorable.

Jaune: …

Jaune: So, yeah I learned a lot of useful stuff from those guys. Mostly…

Pyrrha: What did the girls say?

Ren: What makes you…?

Nora: Shh! She’s about to get very angry, don’t get in the line of fire!

Jaune: They gave me several recommendations on how to properly handle a Faunas girl with… Haaa… Handlebars… Very descriptive recommendations…

Pyrrha: Grrrrrrr!!!!

Jaune: Faunas girls are…

Ren: Excited…?

Nora: Desperate?

Pyrrha: A bunch of hormonal whores?!!

Jaune: Haa… Yeah, pretty much…

Pyrrha: Stupid hormel faunas bitches…?!

Nora: Okay… That’s it… Let’s go do some training, Pyrrha. Work out that steam! Ya!

Pyrrha: Yeah~! Bet up some faunas whores, that sounds like fun~! Hehehe~!

Ren: …

Jaune: …

Ren: You heard everything she just said, didn’t you?

Jaune: It’s cute that she forgot I can hear her grumbling. But… What she says in her grumbling…

Ren: What are you going to do?

Jaune: Haa… I’ll level with you, Ren. I’m very interested in several girls, including, Pyrrha. But… I’m unsure what I want, or what they want. So, I don’t plan on doing anything, until I’m sure what I need… What I want…

Ren: So, I take it most of the girls asking for your kids is not a willing quality?

Jaune: Well… for most of them…

Ren: …

Jaune: Oh shut it… Besides, I’m not going to bed a bunch of random girls just to have some kids! I only did that once, and I had a good reason on why I did that!

Ren: You… did…?

Jaune: Yeah, my sister, and her wife wanted a kid so they asked me to… to… uh oh…

Ren: Uh oh? What’s, Uh oh?

Jaune: I need to call my sister! I’ll be at the CCT tower if you need me!

Ren: …

Ren: Probably a faunas thing…

Ren: …

Ren: Oh…! Oh… Uh oh indeed…

[observeowl]

Not kicking N.R

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: R gets a little scare during her pregnancy and Natasha is there to calm her down

Your POV People say after the fifth month of your pregnancy, the baby becomes more stable and the likelihood of a miscarriage decreases.

However, I've started to feel a bit different. I haven't been feeling our baby kick for some days and negative thoughts started spiraling in my mind.

Nat and I have been trying for a baby the longest time. It was causing us a lot of stress so we finally gave up but I started having morning sickness and the symptoms of pregnancy and went to take a test and it turned out positive. There was really a miracle baby growing in me.

We were really careful and scared in the beginning, taking a lot of precaution as we did not have much experience in this. We finally had a chance at this shot and we didn't want it to slip between our fingers.

"Baby, are you feeling alright? You have been standing there for a long time." Nat came and placed a hand on my back. "What's on your mind? Come on, talk to me."

I turned to face her for a second before hiding my face in her neck. "What's wrong baby?" She wrapped her arms around me and rubbed my back up and down.

"I haven't been feeling the baby kick for a few days. I'm really scared that something is wrong..." I muttered and sniffed..

"Don't think too much, baby. Haven't you still been having morning sickness everyday?" For some reason, the toothpaste's smell really triggers my morning sickness. And so each morning and night it was a tough decision to brush my teeth or throw up. "If you really want, we can go see our doctor tomorrow." I nodded into her chest and Nat brought me up to bed.

"We'll go first thing tomorrow." She kissed my forehead before lulling me to sleep.

—

"Over here, you can see your baby and this is the heartbeat." The gynecologist pointed out and we were able to hear the steady heartbeat coming from the machine.

"It's not moving though..." I pointed out.

"Yeah, it seems like the baby loves to sleep. Don't worry, your baby is healthy."

I heaved a sigh of relief as Nat held my hand. The doctor gave me some tissues to clean off the gel and Nat helped me down from the bed.

"Now you can relax baby, nothing is wrong with our child." She gently rubbed your baby bump as she spoke.

"It scared me."

"It's alright. If you ever feel like that again you can come and tell me okay? Do you want anything before we head back to the compound?" Nat asked.

"I'm craving for some sweets." I cheekily said.

"At the amount you're eating. I'm sure our child will grow up to have a sweet tooth."

"But I'm craving for it..."

"I'm going to get it for you."

For the rest of the pregnancy, there was hardly any movement coming from the baby. It was rare when the baby would move and Nat really had to coax the baby to make some movement when she spoke to my baby bump at night before we slept.

"How is the baby sleeping the whole day?" Nat grumbled when there was no movement again.

I chuckled at her. Nat stayed with me the whole day today as she really wanted to catch it in action. She has been feeling my bump a lot at every chance she has, which was pretty much always today. She did manage to feel the baby in the morning but that was all she got. Nat did a little pout before I kissed her and got ready to sleep.

—

The trait continues even after the baby is born. After its first cry, she went back to sleep after nursing and only ever cried when she needed a change or feed.

It was really good for us as it meant that we didn't need to wake up unnecessarily during the night because she usually just sleeps right through.

She was the easiest baby to care for. We never have to force to take a nap, she just takes them willingly. We place her in her crib or mat and she drifts off to sleep within a few minutes of either of us patting her. There isn't much interaction for her as there were no other kids around other than Morgan but she plays by herself just fine. She hardly cries unless she has done something wrong or wet herself.

I don't know if it's because of Nat or I, but when we are feeding her, she sits still and never moves until she's done or we gave her the clear to go and play again.

I was definitely worried about her development, because she hasn't been speaking much other than the few usual words but as she grows, she sure turned out to be alright.

[paradoxicalpaldeann]

hey everyone im abt to drop a silly amount of worldbuilding for something that was supposed to be an SR fic but idk i might make it it's own thing but i will definitely struggle with making the characters lol. very rough and unfiltered with no editing. good luck reading this

the setting i am planning is simultaneously dark-ish fantasy set in a weird time period that incorporates things from the 17th-19th centuries with a lot of funky magic and also sci-fi apocalypse at the same time. this makes sense i swear.

the setting's timeline starts in 2010 in our world, when the large hadron collider is able to successfully smash its first particles together at silly high speeds (it took them like 2 years after opening to get there due to. accidents i think. idk.) and instead of the thing everyone was worried about, which was "dude it's going to make microscopic black holes that fuck us up!!!! it's gonna make weird new particles which could hypothetically enter a state of runaway fusion and eat up the earth and make a really weird fucked up compact star!!!!" (they literally called these things strangelets. they are so mean to them.) we get an entirely brand new issue!!!

what is this brand new issue?? uhhh we uh. accidentally created a temporary tear between the planes and we managed to get really unlucky and instead of getting some silly ass plane like the water plane or jumpscaring a bunch of dead people in the afterlife plane we found the one with the rotting corpse of a dead god in it. yeah, some of the flesh and bone came through. like an absolutely tiny amount but it's still enough to completely pollute the earth even though the tear sealed itself seconds later. sorry we didn't raise the alarm straight away (even though an early alarm would do nothing) all the personnel in the LHC and all living humans within a 37km radius were too busy experiencing severe divine madness. yeah the world's gonna end now. sorry. it happens. anyways this completely unpredictable catastrophic Fucky Wucky releases a metric fuck ton of magical energy into the world, and basically causes a magic-based apocalypse. humans are not built for magic exposure so people end up undergoing a process which is called (at least, in this time period) 'teratomorphosis'. essentially, the excess magic causes people to begin transforming into monsters. magical monsters, and it is the kind of stereotypical magical monsters you'd find in a fantasy setting specifically because the magic is being influenced by what everyone thinks would happen, so when this starts to happen (it's a slow but unstoppable doom) people are like "oh, like slimes?" and the magic responds with all the enthusiasm of an overworked sleep deprived 45 year old man who's worked at this one factory all his life and just goes "well Fuck, I guess we're doing Slimes now. sure." although they're all a bit weird and funky because the magic is being exposed to roughly 6 billion different intepretations at once (this also causes regional monster distribution!!) so everything gets melted together so individual monster species can have similar traits across the board and only change as needed for their individual habitats.

this is a very slow apocalypse. takes like 15 years for all of humanity to vanish. and it is an apocalypse, as it's actually very rare for these first-wave monsters to retain their human sentience so they all start fucking shit up with all the fun new magic they can use. the teratomorphosis rolls out sort of like a wave, and it starts out as a very small exclusion zone around the LHC and affected local communities which have begun to worship a strange, unknowable god and this circle grows until it eventually covers the planet. if you're in the zone, teratomorphosis starts. the magic is still everywhere and you're absorbing it into ur body regardless of where you are, but the actual bad bit only happens if you're in the No Fun Zone. anyway as a result as time progresses more and more powerful monsters begin to emerge as people who've absorbed more magic on average begin to experience teratomorphosis.

important thing to note about this is that this means that all monsters, are technically human in a strange way. they are all direct descendants of humanity, which is also why monster hybrids end up being a thing later.

anyway, despite the fact that there is quite literally nothing that can be done to stop this people still try. the verrrry opposite side of the world to where the lhc is, is apparently in the Middle of the Fucking Ocean near the Chatham Islands, which is a part of new zealand. when we figure out that's probably going to be the last safe place a pretty big base/stronghold is set up there to try and see what can be done. it's. very hopeless. but the best and brightest of humanity still try, cataloguing as much of humanity's knowledge in a vast database at the heart of the complex. i haven't decided how many people are there but it's a significant amount. why? oho.

when the Bullshit finally reaches them we get another fun case of Regional Monster Distribution as everyone within the stronghold become the First Dragons, and they all also retain their human sentience and memories. dragons are very special in this world. they're essentially god-like, having immortality and destructive powers with almost impenetrable scales. they can still be killed (and this becomes even more true for the descendants of the First Dragons) but in this current world state there's fuck all that can do it.

an offshoot of the First Dragons end up forming a seperate faction, the Archivists. the Archivists have decided to dedicate their new lives to protecting the immense stores of knowledge they have kept safe and passing it onto the next sentient species to walk the earth.

a lot of time passes, now. like, a lot. during this time the Archivists also find out that whilst modern technology is fine around magic energy, the more rudimentary and historical kinds of electricity based technology (which would most likely be all the next sentient race could make for a while) don't vibe with magic and throw a hissy fit over it. so they put that on the backburner and figure out magic based tech (which is also better for the enviroment in an ironic way)

gonna try to keep it brief but essentially Humans rock the fuck up again. nobody knows why. but they're back, baby! second-wave humans (as the dragons call them) are actually used to magic in their environment, and do not undergo teratomorphosis unless they absorb too much magic which Does Not Happen unless u specifically try to fuck around.

anyways, magic is a thing. yeah! magic is mainly done through enchantments on objects (spells? bless you /j) which humans can then channel mana (or whatever the fuck your region and/or local religion calls it- there's a lot of differences in dialect here) through to activate the enchantment and Do The Thing. there's like, three main ways of gathering magic to use. stealing, sharing and the self. stealing is any kind of mana production that actively drains another source to make channelable (or active) mana, such as a power plant which sucks the life out of the surrounding enviroment, literally fucking everything a vampire does, or sacrifice. sharing is when one or more individuals pool their internal mana to use, such as group channeling (everyone sits in a funky chalk circle with matching outfits) or bonds such as soul-bonds or tethers between a summoner and their summoned creatures. the self refers to the innate magic everyone has, which is usually quite small and can only be used for simple enchanted items or incredibly over-engineered items which have their own methods of generating mana.

it is also possible for one to modify themselves to gain a bigger pool of innate magic, and some people are born like this. people like this are commonly called Magebloods, although again name varies per region. magebloods don't live very long at all, since they have to maintain a very fine balance between their insane amount of magic and losing themselves to the 'scourge of the heavens'- or, teratomorphosis. magebloods are very recognisable they all look funky cause. excess magic. which also causes health issues so even if they don't succumb to teratomorphosis they'll probably die young anyway

also at some point during history the Archivists attempt to reveal themselves to the new humans and it backfires horribly leading to the Great Culling, in which dragons were ruthlessly hunted for sport until they reached near extinction. very few of the First Dragons remain, and even less of the Archivists. i love this setting i will expand on it more in the future i swear i have SO many ideas

[quibbs126]

So I was thinking of another swap au thing where the villains are good and vice versa for Cookie Run, like I did before with Dark Cacao and Dark Choco and the Licorice Sea, since while I like that one, I admit the scope of “swapping” is very limited, since for all intents and purposes, the two were the same as their originals, just something happened to Dark Cacao. And I suppose that Dark Enchantress and her group were more benevolent. (Although now that I think back, I think I may have intended it to be this was one difference in this world and not the only one, but whatever)

But anyways yeah, I had another idea this morning and I wanted to share

Okay, so basically here, I’m focusing on the Ancients and their Soul Jams, as the big difference here is that the Soul Jams Are corrupting the Ancients. But also like, they don’t know it’s corrupting them. Like, when they first started out on their journeys together, they were still largely the same as the originals, but after finding the Soul Jams, they became corrupted over time by them, each vying for the other Soul Jams and for more power, while also becoming crueler and their negative traits being increasingly amplified. They eventually started waging all out war on each other’s kingdoms, not resting until they had the other Soul Jams, leading Earthbread into chaos

White Lily didn’t have a kingdom and she largely stayed out of the conflict as an opposing force (rather planning on taking them from the others when the dust settles and they’re all weakened), but still continued her experiments with Cookies and learning the purpose of their creation. She still goes to the Witch’s Banquet and gets rebaked, but here, her rebaking disconnects her from her Soul Jam, freeing her mind from its influence. Afterwards, she realizes that she and her old friends were basically being manipulated by the gems, and her quest to obtain their Soul Jams is now about destroying them and ridding the other Ancients of their influence, in hopes of possibly saving them. The Dark Flour War is more her intervening in the conflict to stop them all.

Unfortunately, her efforts are only partially successful. She was able to shatter the Soul Jams and keep them out of the Ancients’ hands, and her efforts led to relative peace in Earthbread, as the others were also weakened without them and couldn’t continue their wars, but they were still under the influence of the Soul Jams (though perhaps lessened somewhat), and it’d only be a matter of time until they’re reassembled once more, and now she was imprisoned and unable to do anything outside of trying to guide her followers, both in their attempts to better Earthbread and to free her

Dark Enchantress probably isn’t called “Dark Enchantress”, given her new heroic role, but I haven’t figured out what other than “Light Enchantress”, but I feel like that sounds kind of silly

I feel like this swap has the potential to massively change other characters, considering the fact that the main characters in question have long lasting impacts on the rest of Earthbread, but I haven’t exactly figured out how other characters are changed in this au, only White Lily/Dark Enchantress

I’m also not sure how the kids of the Ancients would be different, since while their parents are horrible versions of themselves, I’m not sure if they’d be like, cruel parents now or something, or how their different influences might change them growing up. Like, maybe some follow in their parent’s footsteps, but others see it as wrong and rebel, I’m just not really sure

The only thing I really have is that I imagine Pure Vanilla to be a straight up “holier than thou” sort of character, where he still acts like a benevolent, saintly ruler, but he’s incredibly hypocritical and looks down on pretty much everyone, most of all his former friends, seeing himself as above all their petty conflicts, despite also waging war on them

Edit: oh wait, another idea, this time for Pomegranate Cookie. So basically she was the priestess for the Pomegranate Village, but instead of turning to darkness and destroying her village, since Dark Enchantress is more a benevolent force here, she simply left the village to join her side so that they might be able to save Earthbread. The high priestess we meet in game is just the person put as her replacement for the time being since she’s out helping the Enchantress. And also they don’t hate her because of this, since there’s not much to really hate

But yeah, hope you think this sounds interesting to you, I thought it was a neat idea

[sunboki]

it was so nice of you to still let me request even though it’s technically over 🥹 can i please request angst, prompt number 3, with changbin? i appreciate you a lot, autumn leaf 🧡

pairing — seo changbin x gn. reader

w.c — 0.6k

-> 1k followers event

genre — angst

prompt — “i’m not a lot of people’s favorite person.” ( #3 )

notes — thank you so much jeekies for requesting changbin, i’ve been wanting to write for him so bad and this was the perfect opportunity. i hope you like this concept<3

“I’m not a lot of people’s favorite person, sweetheart.”

Is what Seo Changbin said to you, while you sat on the hood of his old Cadillac, staring up at the stars that seemed to dance above your heads.

He looked beautiful with the galaxy in his eyes, once a dark brown, now sparkling.

Changbin had a reputation. A ‘not interested in anything other than getting out of school’ reputation that earned him quite a few lunch detentions, but of course the hard-head didn’t take any of it to heart. If anything he forgot it the next day just like the piling homework assignments he hadn’t even begun. Perhaps that’s what you liked about him. Seo Changbin, the free spirit of your school. When he was nearby you felt like you were living this life to the fullest extent, unable to get enough of his-everything.

No, he didn’t wear a leather jacket or smoke cigars outside of the cafeteria. Relaying to you he was worried his mom would think he was a delinquent if he wore the jacket, either way, the thick fabric would be annoying with his bulging biceps. You heavily agreed on that point. Regarding cigarettes, the thought wasn’t even considered. Changbin was way too focused on his health to put his body at risk anyway, he told you so.

“How do you know that?” Is what you replied to his statement, turning your head against the billowing wind to admire his side profile, staring at something you’d never be able to identify. Thinking.

“I just do. It’s like an itch. I feel their eyes on me, hear their words. But it doesn't mean much. People say stuff and if I won’t hear it again five years from now it’s nothin’.”

God, that was the mindset you dreamed of having. Careless but intentional. Not yours. Crammed with upcoming exams and high expectations.

“How about you? ‘Got anyone to impress?” Earlier experience with Changbin told you he was entailing about your love life, his strange way with words easily comprehensible to you. However you were used to him asking more.. broad questions, not something as personal as your love life.

“Yeah. I do,” the words even surprised you. In fact, the love interest stood right next to you. How ironic.

“What’s he like? Or she.” A cheeky grin made its way to your face, sticking your tongue in your cheek. Hey, if Changbin was going to speak honestly, why couldn’t you?

You raked your gaze along his frame, leaning back on your palms, “he’s wearing a black t-shirt today. It fits him well and the pants go well with the outfit. He drives a blue Cadillac his dad gave him before going to the States.”

Slowly but surely, the boy’s head turned to fixate on you, biting his lip thoughtfully whilst containing a growing smile.

“He’s personable, and funny not to mention. Some people claim he’s burly but I just think it’s charming. Also-”

This time he met your eyes, adoring the tilt of your head as you referred to him.

“He says he’s not a lot of people’s favorite person, but I disagree since he’s my favorite person.” You kicked your feet, listening to the crunch of gravel beneath Changbin’s shoes as he inches closer to where you sat. Close enough to steal a kiss he eagerly soaked up like it was nothing. A trait only reserved for him.

Then he smiled, a grin you didn’t see often but treasured more because of.

“He seems like a good guy.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, ensuing another, longer kiss.

“He is. I think I love him.”

“I think he loves you back.”

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[cordidy]

Hogwarts Legacy character's headcanon : Ominis Gaunt

TW : we enter the realm of the Gaunt so we'll be delving into some really dark shit. Abuse, SA, torture, you name it. If it's something you are not comfortable with it's OK but you should refrain from reading the first part of this headcanon.

Growing up / Hogwart days :

Before Ominis came 3 older Gaunt. Lucrecia, Malakai and Noctua.

True to the Gaunt tradition, Malakai, Ominis's father, married his older sister Lucrecia to keep the line. Thing is, inbreeding for generation is not the healthiest reproductive method and it ended up with Lucrecia being unable to produce a child.

With an infertile wife Malakai resorted to an old Gaunt tradition and "sollicited" Noctua's help, resulting in his sister birthing Malakai sole heir : Ominis. While Lucrecia and Malakai raised him, Noctua was bound to secrety by shame and an Unbreakable Vow.

Ominis's branch of the Gaunt is not the same as Marvolo's. They are, of course, related, but cousins.

For a while Malakai wanted to get ride of Ominis for being blind but due to the high probability his wife would not be able to give him any children he kept him.

His first words were in Parsletongue (as every Gaunt)

Growing up, Ominis was heavely watched over by the house staff, mainly as a way to please Lord and Lady Gaunt as he was the only heir. His only love came from Noctua who would give up her freedom to come live in the Manor just to see him (while unable to tell him their true relationship) and the snakes that lived around the Manor as it was kind of a safe haven for them.

Ominis's magic took a while to appear, leading his "parents" to think that not only was he blind but maybe also a squib...the Cruciatus event was a way to celebrate his magic showing up so it was the first spell he used using Lucrecia's wand and guidance. He was 10.

This is the only time Noctua stepped in, when Malakai cursed Ominis and she whopped her brother's ass, so far as using the cruciatus curse on him too as her Gaunt trait took over. Ominis had been terrified of her for weeks after that as she had sounded nothing like the loving and caring aunt he knew.

Hogwart days :

Packing for Hogwarts was terrifying for Ominis as it meant leaving the only place he knew. It was Hell yeah but it was familiar Hell and for an 11 blind boy it was better than anything. It also meant leaving Noctua.

He met the twins on the boat to the castle when he almost fell in the Lake while boarding (first time on a boat) and Anne grabbed him. She was the twin who adopted him the fastest cause Sebastian hated him at first ! (he was jealous HIS sister made another friend)

His got a Malfoy like sorting, the Hat barely touched his head that he ended up in Slytherin due to his ancestry and he had a hard time not crying when it happened. His only comfort was that Anne and her "dumb brother" were sent there too.

It did not take long for the other students to pick on him due to his blindness and shy nature and just like she did when kids would make fun of Seb for stattering, Anne broke a bunch of noses.

One evening, as Anne was in detention for defendin Ominis again, Sebastian lashed out at him and accused him of being bad influence on his sister. Instead of fighting back Ominis crawled into a ball and begged for forgiveness, like he used to when his parents would pass their nerves on him. That's when Seb realized something was really wrong and he ended up hugging a shaking Ominis. That's when they became friends. (Anne found out and kicked Seb's butt for being an ass !)

He would spent all his breaks at Hogwarts with the twins and tell them about his life at the manor so when the time came and the Sallow twins showed up Solomon did not really had a choice as the kids had "adopted" Ominis. His relations with Solomon were polite at first and, after a while, he was just another of his nephew.

After the events of HL, he went and told on Sebastian naively hoping the grown up would help his friend. He was aiming for Ste Mungos as Seb clearly had lost his marbles, not Azkaban. He would bear the guilt of being wrong till his last breath (wether Seb had a life long sentence or just some years)

He had to go back to the Manor and took it as punishment for not being able to save Seb. His parents took him back in more as a way to avoid the scandal of throwing out a blind 16 years old and made sure he knew they hated his guts.

With Anne cursed and Seb in jail for murder, he lost everything. Back at school the rumors were even louder and most people, including the Ministry thought he had something to do in Solomon's death. Some even assumed HE had taught Sebastian the killing curse, with being a Gaunt and all...

Adult life :

The day he turned 17, his parents arranged a marriage with a lowly Pureblood (he was blind and they were broke so no one of "value" wanted them) planning to have him married right after he graduated to get him out of the picture. If he was to be useless, at least he would give them proper heirs to raise.

He had no expectation when it came to his personnal life, instead focusing on his career as a public prosecutor for the Department of Justice in the Ministry.

He literally met his wife at the altar and at first relations between them were tensed as they both assumed the other was an ass raised as "proper" Pureblood but always polite abd civil as she did not seem to act like a threat. He refused to kiss her at the altar and to share a bedroom with her which she did not complain about.

Things changed when she took his defense. One night, while invited to a diner at his parent's his drunk father started to rant about his and how useless he was. He went as far as cruciating his son, only to end up Depulsoed against a wall. Ominis's wife had stepped in, informing that she would not tolerate her husband to be humiliated (and herself by extention) and that next time it would not be the wall but the window. Malakai tried to fight back but Ominis, still shocked she of all people would step up, intervened and fought back for the first time in 25 years, breaking his father's wand. The couple never set foot in the Manor again and Ominis ended up disowed a few weeks later. He litteraly jumped on her the moment they were home and they spent the night kissing and hugging innocently (cause he is a gentleman !).

They tried but never had kids as Ominis could not (inbreeding). He himself never really wanted kids still he blamed himself for inflicting this pain on his wife who wanted some.

One day he got a letter from a little girl informing him her mother had passed. Before her death, the woman had told her daughter, should she ever need anything, to write to a man named Ominis Gaunt. Turned out, after leaving Anne managed to live a rather normal life, Rockwood's curse slowly vanishing after his death. She got pregnant and had a daughter as a single mother. This is how Lucy Sallow entered Ominis's life. The day after the letter they were on Lucy's doorstep.

Ominis and his wife raised the girl like their own, even thou she was a squib and he cryed like a big baby the day his little girl got married for love. That night, during the party he asked his wife in marriage. He knew it sounded stupid as they were already married for years but he wanted to do it properly this time and he was a blushing mess when he knelt in front of his wife, stattering as he was afraid she would say no since she had a choice this time. They renewed their vows a few weeks after. This time he kissed her at the altar.

Ominis Gaunt died of old age, surrounded by his wife, his daughter Lucy and his 6 grand children. He bore the guilt of what happened when he was 15 to the end thou and his last thought went to Sebastian. He would remained in the books for his work and how he changed the way underaged witch and wizards were prosecuted when commiting a crime. Thanks to his dedication, young witches and wizards are not prosecuted like adult anymore and can't face a life time sentence in Azkaban (his work later applied to a young Rubeus Hagrid...)

[femmefighter]

Hi hiii!! Thank you for giving me an answer for my murley and sabine hc. One of my favourite moments in your WIP was when Sabine explained how her parents were asking different questions about her relationship with Ahsoka: when they will get married, have children, etc and then Ahsoka slightly teasing her about it. So, I know that I am going far into the future and you may have not thought about it, yet, but what do you think Ahsoka and Sabine's child will be? Would they have a biological one or perhaps a foundling? I can imagine how their child would pick up each of their special traits(for ex. Ahsoka's snips and Sabine's bullishness😂😂). The Galaxy would be a really chaotic place if there is an offspring of both of them

You're more than welcome Anon! I'm always ready and willing to talk anything Sokabine! Ooooh the kids question. 🙈 Such a hard one to answer because I really think it would depend on the state of the galaxy they find themselves in. And the more I think about their future within the Ahsoka series and beyond, I have a gut wrenching feeling that they may not necessarily make it back from Peridea's galaxy. I'm thinking along those lines because, with the lack of Ahsoka and Sabine in the sequels (a fight that they surely would have been involved in), the alternative is less desireable. 😭

So, let's lock in a 'maybe' for them. At the time of Reach Out? No, I don't think either of them would want to be raising kids during the Galactic War. They both know what it was like to be children during a war, and effectively have their childhoods robbed from them. If they came across foundlings? I don't think they'd hesitate to take lost children in, but with the intent of finding safer, more stable homes for them whilst Ahsoka and Sabine carry out their Fulcrum duties. It might be a bit different if the children were Force sensitive and what age they were. If they were teenage children, I think the two of them would be more inclined to keep the teenager(s) with them to help them grow within their abilities if the teenagers wanted to walk that path. But I still think any young children, they'd try and find safer homes for.

But, let's say they get their happy ending. Let's say all their fights are fought, they find themselves living in peacetime, they're together and they're happy. Yeah, I can see them having kids. I think Ahsoka wouldn't really mind either way, but I feel like, being the last of her family line, having loved helping raise Jacen and seeing him grow up, and just having that energy for that next 'project', Sabine might eventually decide she'd like to have kids. And Ahsoka will support Sabine's decision - she's never walking away again.

They use some kind of tech/Force magic/sci-fi amazingness to have their own biological children, which means they'll only have daughters. Sabine would have the first, and Ahsoka would have the second. Ahsoka's age wouldn't be a problem because Force-wielding Togrutas can live a lot longer. Although technically the children are both half human/half Togruta, the older looks like a Togruta, and the younger a human.

The older has honey-pale skin like Sabine, with white montrals and lekku, striped with purple, and she has Sabine's brown eyes. Her face markings are thin and elegant like Ahsoka's. She's terrifyingly smart like Sabine, but also more reserved and stoic, inheriting Ahsoka's adulthood poise and serenity. She is a perfectionist in both her artwork and her connection in the Force, being able to mediate for hours undisturbed. She is so well connected to her Force powers she can even levitate, which helps for when she wants to paint the uppermost corners of her bedroom walls.

The younger is like a wild lothcat, with dark-tanned skin marked with white vitiligo, sky-blue eyes and coarse, thick, wiry dark blue and silver/white hair that Sabine has to help keep braided (because Ahsoka has no idea how to deal with so much hair, but she tries hard to learn). She has inherited both of her mothers' fire and fighting energy, and keeping her occupied or trying to tire her out until she learns to process her own energy properly is borderline exhausting. Her favourite member of the extended family is Chopper. She struggles more with controlling her connection to the Force, often making objects fly across the room when she gets frustrated or surprised.

Anyway, that's my little fairytale for the Sokabine family in my head. A "What If?" universe if you will. I wish I could draw, because I have this image in my head that I just love, and wish I knew how to describe it better to show you. But I hope you get the jist!

[acquaintedwithrask]

Hi! I saw you saying youre a teacher on a random post. Would love to know what made ya choose tha profession and what in your opinion are the basic bare minimum necessities one has to possess in order to consider that profession for their daily bread.

Whew these are great questions but I could talk about this subject for hours 😅 apologies in advance for this novel.

So, my parents were both teachers. And many of my extended family members-- on both sides of my family. A few of my cousins and their spouses chose teaching as we grew up, too. It felt natural to choose teaching. I've seen what this profession was, growing up through the 90's and early 00's, and I started my teaching career in 2010 when I graduated college. All this to say that the profession has changed a LOT, and so the answers to those questions are dramatically different now than then.

There's still the grand reasons for teaching: getting to help kids, getting to be part of their development into a good person, righting the wrongs of your childhood/school days in some small way. There's also the more practical reasons: it's a salaried career with built in retirement and benefits. (These used to be much stronger; I cannot afford the house my parents raised me in on 2 teacher salaries). Also, no 2 days of teaching are the same. There are logistical challenges to puzzle out. It's a lot of people management and planning ahead. It's getting to have a lot of social interaction and relationships, not just with kids but other adults.

Nowadays, if I'm being honest, idk why anyone would become a teacher. I know every old person says this, but the kids really are different now. Yeah, you've always had rough ones, but now teachers are getting assaulted, cussed at, and just completely disrespected, on a daily or near daily basis, and there's little to no consequences. We have more kids with trauma than school resources can help-- schools have always been underfunded but now its even worse-- and many many parents don't respect teachers and/or don't have any idea how to parent their kids, and/or don't have the time, money, or energy to do so. The failings of capitalism are the most apparent in our public school system, and that's by design. Public school is being eroded so business owners can edge in on it and make their own schools. Unions are at a fraction of their prior strength. I won't be surprised if in another decade we have mostly privately owned schools, and public schools are only the kids whose parents are too poor to get them into those, and kids who's behavior got them removed from those schools, with poorly trained teachers and no money.

All that to say, I've looked at other career paths, but I'm 12 years in to this profession and, despite all odds, I still like it. I'm damn good at it. More than ever kids need someone to give at least half a shit. The pandemic seriously aged (traumatized) me and I learned I can't put as much of my heart into things, but I get by right now. It's a lot better when you've got some established relationships. And there's the financial stability to consider.

As far as the traits you need to be a teacher, number one is patience. You just cannot take anything personally. You must experience ego death. You must be able to stay calm. Number two is empathy and being able to see things from another POV and respecting that viewpoint even if you don't agree. I could go on for ages because teachers do basically a thousand different things in a day; you have to be organized enough to plan and coordinate people, you have to be good at communicating especially via text, you need tech literacy skills.

Teaching is a vital and exciting and exhausting and rewarding job. We need good teachers, desperately, but we won't get nearly enough of them with how things are going. This is my perennial plea to anyone reading to pay attention to your local city council and school board elections. Find out who the teacher union endorses. Always vote yes on school levies. If you have kids, reach out to the teacher to ask how you can help. ❤️

[corgibardballads]

I absolutely love our dragon dad. I loved him the second we met him. But the lore between us and Midgardsormr is also interesting because it has changed context over time but also is so vague that I think we can interpret things the way we want until the writers fully figure out what they want to do. But I really hope he isn't gone gone. Every time we get any dragon lore I always expect to see a tiny Midgardsormr pop up again and sit on our shoulder just like old times. Replaying our first meeting is interesting because I feel like a lot of it has either changed or perhaps been given knew meaning over time.

I appreciate that dragons are almost eternal, super powerful, and depicted as flawed as the Greek gods because lets be honest... this is the worst take possible lol. Even Ysayle shares this take which is so interesting. Punishing the son for the sins of the father is 0/10. "This man just killed someone! He also has a one year old son. Clearly he is equally guilty and must also be killed!"

This is kinda interesting these days because it's kinda both? On the one hand we are the shard of Azem and we learned in Shb and EW that Hydaelyn's blessing only affects protecting your aether but has nothing to do with our inherent strength and unique abilities. So presumably we can attribute our uniqueness to being a shard rather than Hydaelyn's blessing. On top of that we learn in the EW quest where we inhabit another soldier's body that our ability to find things in the right place at the right time is also inherent to us (it seemed to imply we are unique as a whole rather than just our soul specifically). On the other hand we were technically chosen by Hydaelyn because meeting Venat in Elpis let her know which incarnation of us to specifically look out for and guide us. Anyway, just a cool continuation of how the lore grows.

So I kinda wonder about this... Venat says her magic simply guards one's aether from being altered or corrupted. Midgardsormr wouldn't have that power when he entered into his covenant with us and blocked our connection to Hydaelyn. So the primals we fought should have been a threat to us, but they weren't. I surmise that we may inherently have aether protection independent of Venat's magic. Considering what we know about Azem's role, or I guess how little we know, it seems logical to me that with everything they would be exposed too it's likely all Azems develop some sort of magic to protect their aether. And from that I would infer that we inherit it as a trait rather than being reliant on Hydaelyn's magic and that our connection to Hydaelyn is mostly about guidance to prevent Ascian plots. Granted this is speculation, but I feel it seems logical given what very little information we have.

As a dragoon this was written for me specifically to enjoy. But really I always felt that our LB3 was just momentarily fusing our aether with Midgardsormrs to abso-fucking-lutely wreck someone.

I was wondering about this bit too. If he fedon Hydaelyn's essence to regenerate and she is gone. It's possible that Midgardsormr's only connection to this world now if our covenant with him. It's possible that when we die, if he isn't able to regenerate enough to at least have his tiny form, he could just straight up die with us. Now they could change this later, but I think it's kinda cool if it stays that way.

Haha yeah. Yep crazy. Hey can we keep a little bird perch in here? Like no reason homie, just in case a lil guy wants to have a lil sit.