#so if you want someone to use a cool name and pronoun set for you because no one else does

[artemistorm]

Anyone want some quick gender euphoria? I can do some name and pronoun checks for people today.

[milla-frenchy]

You oughta know

4k2 | Clint Flood x fem reader | ao3 | Masterlist

Summary: after your ex breaks your heart yet again, you ask your dad’s best friend for a favour

Warnings: 18+ mdni. Age gap (reader is 20, Clint is in his late 40s, early 50s), virginity loss, dbf!Clint, Clint is a little sleazy but soft, pet names (Clint calls reader kid, honey, baby), pussy pronouns, praise kink, oral (f/m), unprotected piv, creampie

a/n: writing really helps to process things. So this one is dedicated to one of my shitty ex bf (no dbf in my own story, tho). To my 16 yo self: you did great, girl 🫂😘

The fic is titled after “You oughta know” by Alanis Morissette, this absolutely perfect and full of rage banger. Shameless use of some lyrics at the end of the fic

Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for being you, and for beta-ing me💕🫶 dividers @/saradika-graphics 🙏

You and Mike have never been a thing for a long time, or a thing at all. When he offered you a drink one night, you didn't tell him to fuck off, even though he had already broke your heart twice. Seemed that you were a kind of girl who thought she could fix the fucked up ones.

The way it ended the third time was the worst.

"Still a virgin? Yeah, that's not gonna work. I want someone who knows how to suck a cock, you know? Or to ride me. Not someone who knows nothing."

You ran into him again a few days later, his arm wrapped around some girl’s waist. She was prettier than you, more confident. And probably more experienced. They laughed when they saw you.

Fucking assholes.

You dragged your broken heart around for a while, until you saw Clint one night at the bar, shamelessly making out with a woman, his hand cupping her breast over her top. He was sitting on a barstool, she was standing between his thighs, and the way he was kissing and touching her made you stop dead in your tracks. It was hot, and for a moment you imagined yourself in her place and your pussy clenched. You were more turned on by that sight of him than by any other guys who had kissed you before. Including Mike. 

Clint was your father's best friend, he often came to the trailer where your dad and you lived, and they would drink beers and watch a game. Unlike his friend, your father was not really reliable, too often drunk, and a real jerk. Telling you off a thousand times for your mother leaving him. Forgetting that she had left you too, when she’d run away from him.

Clint was cool even though it pissed you off when he called you “kid”. He didn’t give a shit, and seemed to enjoy it, looking straight into your eyes with a smile on his lips.

When your dad ended up drunk on the couch, Clint would often smoke a cigarette with you, then give you a few more before driving off in his Chevrolet. He wasn't much of a talker, but at least he wasn't a jerk. And he was hot.

So when you saw him at the bar that night, you thought about your shitty ex and got angry. He wanted you to be experienced? You were going to fix it with someone who would surely know how to handle it.

A few days later, Clint mentioned to your father about going to the movies the next night, and you knew he always liked to go alone. 

Now Clint had a date with you, he just didn't know it yet. And you had to figure out how to convince him.

The movie was at 6 pm, and you finished work at 4. That gave you time to shower before going to the cinema.

Your father was home when you got there, and you wondered if he'd already been fired from his new job. As usual, he made a comment about your skirt being too short when you left. You didn't reply, got in your car and put on some music, trying to control your anxiety.

Clint’s car was already parked on the street when you arrived, and once you entered the movie theater you spotted him immediately at the back row. You went to sit next to him, and he saw you as you were walking along the seats, his usual reserved expression set on his face.

“What are you doing here, kid?”

You were so anxious that you didn't even roll your eyes at the usual nickname.

“Watching a movie. What are you doing here?” you retorted, trying not to show how nervous you were. He shrugged, and you sat down next to him, your short skirt reaching mid-thigh. His gaze slid over your legs for a second before returning to the screen, and the movie started.

He glanced at your thighs once or twice during the movie, and it gave you the courage to brush his arm and an elbow a few times with your own. He never pulled away until he finally turned to you and whispered, “you wanna explain what you're doin’?”

“Come with me,” you said as you stood up- not sure if he was going to follow you, but you could feel the heat of his gaze on your ass. You waited by the bathroom and he joined you a few seconds later.

“You're making me miss the movie,” he grumbled.

“It’s a shitty one anyway,” you replied as you pushed the door to the men's bathroom and entered before checking that no one was there. 

"I need your help," you said and quickly explained what you needed from him, not overthinking it for once.

A man opened the door and entered before Clint had time to react to your words. Your father’s friend turned to him, and growled, "it’s busy."

The man’s eyes lingered on you, so Clint took a step closer to him and asked, “the fuck you're looking at?” The guy didn't argue and left. You heard him open the women's restrooms and rolled your eyes.

Clint turned to you, a questioning look on his face. “You want me to fuck you? For your first time?”

“Yeah.”

“To piss off that jerk and get him back?”

“Yeah...”

He scoffed. “This is the dumbest shit ever.”

Your eyes dropped to the floor in embarrassment. You thought that after today when he‘d come to the trailer it would be awkward, that you were very naive to tell him about everything, carried away by your anger. That you should have overthought it.

“You shouldn't go back to him after that.”

His implied sentence made you raise your head and you looked at him hopefully.

“I'm not one of those men who whine some shit like “oh no, no… you're my friend's daughter, I won't fuck you.” Fuck it. You wanna fuck? I'll fuck you, no problem.”

Your smile went wide. “Great. In here?” you asked, pointing at one of the stalls, and he sneered at your words. 

“Damn, you're not a subtle kind, kid. No, not here, ‘course not. You can't take this cock like that. Well, you could, but I'm not sure you'd like it. Need some time to get you ready.”

“Ok, when then?” You felt the heat rise in your cheeks at your completely uncontrolled impatience.

“Jeez, he really pissed you,” he smirked. “You're on the pill or something?”

“No, I’m not... Didn’t really need to.”

“Well, honey. I won't pull out, and I won't fuck you with a condom. I'll fuck you raw." 

"I'll get the pill, then," you replied. He nodded, then told you to come to his place on Friday night. 

"Ok. But Clint?… you're clean, right?” 

“ ‘course I'm clean, honey.”

“I thought you'd chicken out,” he smirked when he opened the door for you on Friday. “But you didn't,” he added, taking you in from head to toe.

You rolled your eyes and said “and you? you didn’t chicken out?”

He chuckled. “Told you, you wanna get fucked, I'm all in. I won't say ‘no’ to a tight, virgin cunt, kid. Just don't tell your father, obviously. Don't need that shit in my life. And you aren’t spending the night here. I don’t wanna be rude, ok? But sometimes we can feel… things, after the first time. It can't happen, it would be too damn complicated. Ok? It’s just sex.”

You nodded, a little shy to be in front of him, now that you fully realized what was going to happen soon.

“Okay. So, what have you already done, sexually?”

“I.. ehm… watch porn.”

He raised his eyebrows then said “porn ain't real life, honey. What else?”

“I jerked off a guy once.”

“You made him come?”

“Yeah.”

“Nice,” he nodded, as if to encourage you. “Ok, what else?”

You shook your head.

“Nothing? Nobody ever went down on you?”

“No.” 

“Guys are so stupid, nowadays, damn…” he said, shaking his head. “Okay, undress and lie down on the bed.”

You hesitated and looked around, silently asking for his help.

“I'm not really the romantic type, you know?”

“Come on, Clint. Help me a little, ok?”

He narrowed his eyes at you, and something flashed through his eyes. As if he somehow realized that you needed some softness.

He nodded and moved closer to you, pulling your top off. You looked at him shyly as his gaze lowered to your breasts before he cupped them with his large, warm hands. You shivered at the touch of his skin. He bent down, took your nipple in his mouth and sucked on it slowly, making it twirl under his tongue. 

Then he took you in his arms. You weren’t expecting it but it was comforting. He was so big that it felt like being enveloped in a protective cocoon of warmth and your body relaxed. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close. He breathed in your scent, nuzzling the spot just below your ear, then said “lie down” in a low voice.

Once on the bed he knelt between your legs and grabbed the hem of your pants, pulled them down, then your panties followed.

“Gonna stretch you, ok? Besides, I like eating pussies. Feeling them getting all soaked for me.”

“Oh mmm…” you said, clearing your throat. “Ok.”

“You're gonna enjoy this, don't worry,” he said with a smirk.

He took off his plaid shirt and a gray t-shirt. He was so damn massive, broad. And hot. And you.. you weren't sure what to do with your arms, hesitant to cover your breasts, even though it was probably a little odd.

“No need to be shy in front of me. It's all natural.”

He got up and took off his pants and socks, keeping his boxers on. Your curiosity led you to look at his crotch. He was massive there, too.

“You, uh… ever done this before? Before me?”

“Being someone’s first? Oh, yeah,” he replied, climbing back onto the bed. “You girls like to let a real man take care of it. Someone who knows what he’s doing, right? Makes you feel safe.”

“Yeah,” you murmured. “I feel safe.”

“Good. Now, do you know what happens when a virgin’s being eaten for the first time?”

You shook your head. You obviously had no idea what would happen.

“She comes really quickly.”

You felt the heat rise in your cheeks again, and you gasped when he spread your thighs with his large hands. You couldn’t believe he was going to go down on you right there, that he wanted to eat you out, to fuck you.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, covering your mouth with your hand, when he licked a long stripe from your folds to your clit. 

“I fucking love being the first, you know that? Your ex’s a fool.”

He circled your pussy with his lips and started licking, with the flat of his tongue.

“Oh god,” you whined, squeezing your breasts with your hands.

“Hands on my head, kid. Hold on to it.”

You'd always been annoyed by that nickname, but the fact that he was using it, right now, was the hottest thing ever. He spread your folds with his thumbs and pressed his broad shoulders against your thighs, pushing on them, while still lapping at your cunt. It was sloppy, messy, grunts falling from his mouth, as your hands were holding onto his head tightly. It was so different from touching yourself. The sensations coursing through your body were unfamiliar but so overwhelming, and you felt your limbs tremble and your hair stand up when his nose brushed at your clit.

“Clint, I… fuck?!”

The heat in your lower abdomen was burning you up alive, increasing with every lick of his tongue. He was taking his time and stopped just before you came. You were about to whine, when you saw him staring at your cunt.

“Look at that. She's so messy for me,” he said, eyes fixed on your pussy. “She likes it and wonders why she never got eaten before, right? Well, because this one,” he said, raising his eyes to you, “only dated dumbasses.”

He pushed in a finger, slowly, making you whimper. His digit was thick, much bigger than yours. He pumped it in and out a little, slowly, and smiled as he felt your pussy clench.

“You're gonna choke my cock so hard, baby,” he chuckled, then wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. Your fists clenched his curls hard, making him growl, but he didn't ask you to stop or to release your grip.

“Mmm,” he hummed, still sucking on your bud. “These fucking kids don't know what's good anymore. They just want to get their dick sucked, and thrust in a cunt 3 or 4 times before shooting their load. Jeez.”

He played with the tip of his tongue, teasing your most sensitive spot. You felt your pussy drip along his skin and down your crack.

When you already thought you were close to seeing stars, he pressed a second finger against your pussy, without pushing it inside. Just flattening it against your skin, below the entrance, then his tongue swirled around your clit.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck!!”

“Let it go. Come for me, give it to me,” he breathed between two licks.

“I don't know how, I… the feeling is so… so strong…”

“Just let it go, kid,” he said, sucking again, and you did, coming hard on his mouth, seeing stars for real, your hands clinging to his head.

His tongue rested on your clit until your shaking stopped completely, your legs and stomach relaxed. Only then he withdrew his fingers and licked your folds clean off your wetness. Your head was tilted to the side, resting on the pillow, your breathing slowly going down. You were unable to open your eyes, fully savoring that new sensation of post climax. 

You felt the mattress rise and opened your eyes. He was standing beside the bed, pulling his boxers down. His cock sprang free, hard, heavy, its red tip oozing.

“I wanna suck you off,” you said, sitting up on the edge of the bed. “Can I? I wanna learn this too.”

“I won't stop you. Go ahead,” he said, letting his arms rest at his sides.

“Tell me what to do,” you told him, eyes locked with his.

“Run your hand between your legs, get them wet. And jerk me off. Gently.” He watched you slowly running your fingers between your folds, lightly brushing your sensitive clit and you could swear his cock got even bigger when you looked back at it.

You wrapped your fingers around his shaft and he placed his hand on yours, setting the rhythm.

“Don't squeeze too hard, yeah, just like that. Keep going, wrist loose. Yeah, you're doing good.”

Your gaze was fixed on his cock, your mind on his breathing. You wanted to do it well, wanted him to praise you, to hear him breathe heavily. You dragged your fist up and down his length, slowly, and he growled.

“Now, spread the precum with your thumb, on the tip. Shit, yeah, just like that.” 

His fingers still circled yours, but the pace was yours now. He placed his thumb on his slit before bringing it to your lips.

“Taste it,” he said. You looked up at him, circled his thumb with your lips and swirled your tongue around it, slowly.

“Good?” he asked.

You nodded and sucked until his thumb no longer tasted like him, then you moved his hand away, gently, darting your tongue to lick his crying tip.

“Mmm,” you hummed, as you rounded your lips and took him in your mouth. You didn’t really know how to do it, but you were eager for his cock and needed to feel him more. Fully. 

He placed his hand on your head, then said “that’s ok, keep it… keep it between your lips. Focus on the tip for now, suck on it. Yeah, that’s good, kid. Shit....”

You kept going and felt your pussy drooling again. You slid your fingers between your folds and stroked your clit, without thinking, without really realizing what was happening, just answering your physical needs.

“Yeah, rub it for me, baby. Get her ready for me.”

His hand was still on your head, but he wasn't forcing you. "Stay on the tip. You'll have plenty of time to learn more."

Your brain couldn't process his words and their implication, drunk from the taste of him running down your throat, from his praise, from your fingers sliding against your soaked folds.

“You're so fuckin’ pretty like this, sucking on my cock.”

You couldn't resist the temptation of taking him in a little more. He felt heavy on your tongue. His hips jerked and precum flooded your throat.

“Ok, that’s it, that’s it,” he said, cupping your cheek with his hand. “You ready?” he asked, his thumb brushing your skin. You looked up at him, and wondered if your eyes were as wild as his. If you looked a bit of a wreck, too. Probably.

“Mmm? You ready?” he repeated. 

You snapped out of your thoughts and nodded. 

“Ok, lie down.” His voice was low, calm.

You did as he said and he took place between your thighs, supporting his weight on one elbow.

“You still wanna do this?”

You nodded and he replied “okay,” grabbed his shaft and rubbed it against your wet folds before nestling it at your entrance.

“Look at you, so damn gorgeous, all ready to take my cock,” he added, and he pushed in, slowly, just a few inches. The feeling was already enough to make him lean his head back as he felt how tight you were, his strained neck just within reach of your mouth. You pressed a kiss there, right on his throbbing veins. Maybe to think about something else, to forget how stretched your folds were around his tip. When he pushed a little deeper you whined, sensing your body resisting him.

“Fuck, Clint… it’s…”

“I know. But you can do it,” he panted. “Just… just a little more.” He pushed in and didn’t stop this time, despite your body trying to keep him away. He bottomed out and grunted “fuck” and “shit” a few times, but you barely heard him, digging your nails into his strong biceps, until your discomfort passed.

His breathing was heavy, his jaw clenched hard, with him trying to not shoot his load already. 

“Fuck, that’s it, shit… you feel so good, goddamn…”

He pulled back and pushed in again, slowly. “You ok?” he asked, his face lowered to yours. You nodded, your fingers gripping his skin a little less tightly.

“That jerk doesn’t know what he’s missed,” he murmured, pushing in and out slowly, his eyes closed again. 

“I’m glad you did it,” you whispered, and he looked at you. “I'm glad I did it with you.”

“Mmm… let’s try to make you come on my cock, ok?”

“Yeah,” you murmured.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re gonna give me one more, baby? Gonna clench on it?”

“I don't know… I don't know if I can.”

“You can. Just don’t overthink it, ok? Lick it for me,” he said, bringing his finger to your lips. Then he slid his hand between your two bodies, down to your clit. Rolling it gently, face lowered towards you.

“You're doing great, kid. You're perfect.”

You nodded. You felt good now, the pain already forgotten, and you were finally able to look at him, to really look at him, while he was thrusting into you. Looking at his hair, the drops of sweat that beaded on his forehead, his obsidian eyes. Your fingers ran up his arms up to his shoulders, his muscles rolling under your skin. You felt his cock twitch inside you at your touch, and he bit his lip.

“You like it?” you murmured.

He swallowed and said “yeah… yeah, I like it, honey. You feel so good around me.”

You closed your eyes for a few moments, his digit stroking you perfectly, then said “kiss me.”

“It's not a good idea,” he objected.

“You dick's inside me... Come on.” You didn't wait for him to respond and cupped his cheeks with your hands, pulling him closer until your noses and mouths brushed. You felt his breath against your lips and pressed them to his, whispering, "kiss me." He pulled back slightly, staring into your eyes, then wet his lips with his tongue before finally giving in, his hips rolling toward yours, his finger still stroking your clit. His lips carried the taste of you, and you wondered if he could taste his own on your tongue.

You loved the feeling of him inside you, his lips on yours, his tongue against yours. Your pussy clenched around him, and he whimpered. “You're so close. You feel it?”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he slid his free hand down to your breast, along your torso, then grabbed your hip. Rolling inside you, deliciously, perfectly.

“I… yeah, I feel it, Clint. It’s growing,” you said, your forehead against his.

“Come for me, baby. Come on my cock.”

You whined and let it happen, didn’t fight it like a few minutes earlier. You let your body shudder, your back arching, as his hand slipped into the crook behind it to hold you against him while he kept thrusting in.

“Shit, yeah… fuck!” he growled, and froze inside you before pushing in again, a little faster. “Shit, I’m… I’m gonna come, kid. Gonna fill you up.”

He grabbed your hips with his two hands, and barely slowed down as he came, long ropes of cum hitting the back of your cunt, grunts and moans escaping from the depths of his chest pressed against yours.

He pumped you full of his cum, and you felt every jolt of his cock inside you. The emotions you felt were so strong you could have cried, and you hugged him tight. He brushed your cheek and you kissed his neck one last time, then he lay on his side. You stayed on your back for a few moments, catching your breath.

“So what’s the deal with that guy?” Clint asked. “How did he get so into your head that you wanted to do it because of what he told you?”

You turned to him, and tried to explain your thought process. “He already broke my heart twice before that. That’s probably why I was so into him… stupid red flags attraction.”

It made Clint laugh and you did too, then kept talking. “But when he told me he didn’t want to be with me because I was a virgin, it pissed me off. I guess I wanted to get him back.”

“He’s a jerk. Don’t let him poison your thoughts like that.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I know.”

“Now… Why me?”

“Well, you’re hot. Yes, you are!” you insisted, seeing his disbelief. “And… I saw you with that woman the other night, at the bar. It was hot, the way you were touching her. I wanted you to touch me like this.”

“Mmm, ok. So… Was this what you were hoping for?”

“Yeah… Yeah. Choose the perfect guy.”

You got up and got dressed, remembering what he told you when you arrived.

“D’ya need a ride?”

“No, it's fine. I got my car.”

“Don't fall in love with me, kid.” he told you when you opened the door. “It’s just sex. Let’s not complicate things, ok?”

“Don't you fall in love with me, old man,” you said, letting him see your wide smile before you closed the door behind you. 

You kept seeing each other, despite his words. It definitely wasn’t just sex. You didn't really talk about it, it just happened like that. You would mostly meet at his apartment, since your dad had been fired from his job and was often at the trailer.

One evening, you two went to a bar. One where you were sure you wouldn't run into your father.

"Oh, shit," you said, recognizing a familiar figure in the crowd.

“What?”

“It’s him, over there. My ex.”

“That guy?” he asked, pointing at him. “Let’s piss him off, kid.”

“Hi,” Mike said when he saw you, a slightly uneasy smile on his lips. “It's been a while since I saw you.” He looked at Clint and frowned, then said “you huh… wanna hang out sometime?”

Clint put his arm around your shoulder, letting you know he was here for you, glare fixed on your ex. You squeezed Clint's hand in yours, then said “no… I prefer experienced men, you know?” You hesitated, then added, “and every time I scratch my nails down his back, I hope you feel it.” The way his jaw dropped was worth all the tears you'd cried for him.

You looked up at Clint and smiled at him, then said, "let’s go."

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Additional Tags: afab reader, she/her pronouns, begging, oral (receiving), ass eating (receiving), petplay dog/master, double penetration (anal + vaginal), anal fingering, outdoor sex, semi-public sex

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Going out to sea to explore the world was something you'd dreamed of doing since you were a child, so when captain of the Heart Pirates, Trafalgar Law, offered you a place on his crew as their resident botanist you happily accepted. Much like you, Law was a healer, but while he practised modern medicine, you used more traditional methods. It was one of the reasons he was so keen on having you join, he'd come to learn the hard way several times in his journey that modern medicines and remedies weren't always available, and while he knew a little about the botany in North Blue and how to use it to heal, the flora of the Grandline was a whole different ordeal. He wanted to learn from you, as well as teach his crew how to stay safe when there were so many unfamiliar and dangerous plants in the New World. Born and raised on the Grandline, New World flora was your specialty, and you were happy to share your knowledge. In truth, it was nice to have someone who cared enough to listen.

Being botanist to the Heart Pirates did have its downsides though, namely two of them: Shachi and Penguin. You couldn't possibly fathom how no matter how many times you scolded them, they always ended up in the infirmary after touching or eating a plant that they shouldn't have. It drove you insane, you swore next time they needed a healing tincture that you'd just let them suffer. The two of them never learned, and somehow it always fell to you to fix their mistakes, because they didn't want the captain to literally rearrange their limbs for being such idiots.

A new uninhabited island loomed on the horizon, docking procedures already underway, and you sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, having no doubt you'd be seeing them in the infirmary later. You gave the crew the usual talk; don't touch or eat anything without checking with you first, don't pick anything, don't stomp on mushrooms even if they look cool and squishable. You hoped the trouble makers were listening but you knew they weren't. Once docked, you spent the afternoon with the crew, exploring the island and collecting herbs and flowers that you knew had medical uses and gathering them carefully in a basket. You were especially delicate with a flower you recognised as having use for treating libido and erectile issues, you had no use for it but you thought Law might be interested in its properties for the way it increased blood flow, so you carefully picked several and placed them in an airtight jar.

You returned to the ship to store and organise your forage, setting some aside for drying and making notes and sketches in your journal about the variety of flora on the island. Forage sorted and put away, you left the ship again for a more causal, exploratory wander. The others had declared after a thorough search that there was no danger on this island, there were barely any large animals at all which meant the only predators were too small to truly endanger a human. Confident you were safe on your own, you wandered into the forest. You weren't worried about getting lost, you had an exceptional sense of direction and worst case the island was only about a three hour walk wide, you would appear on a beach eventually if you walked in a straight line, and from there you could just circle it to the ship.

An hour into your leisurely walk and the sound of moaning caught your attention. At first you thought you'd accidently stumbled on a few crewmates taking advantage of the dense forest, and turned to leave and give them privacy, till the moans mixed with pained curses and desperate cries. They sounded like they were injured so you hurried towards the sound, already pulling off your backpack to grab your emergency supplies. You skidded to a stop when the crewmates came into view though. The troublemakers, who else. What shocked you however was their current predicament. Naked as the day they were born, covered in a sheen of sweat, dicks in each other's hands, desperately pulling at each other. You weren't sure you'd even seen them without their signature hats before, Shachi's orange-brown hair falling over his face in sweat slickened strands, Penguin's short black hair dusted with dirt like he'd at some point been laying down.

“Yes, yes, yes, noooooooo,” Penguin cried out, so close to an edge but unable to topple over it. He shoved Shachi hard, instigating a round of aggressive fighting, uncaring of their nudity as they fought in the dirt. “You're not doing it right!”

“Neither are you!!” Shachi yelled back, kneeing him in the gut, “how hard could it possibly be to make another dude cum!”

“Ask your fucking self, useless prick!” Penguin decked him with a solid punch right to the jaw and Shachi quickly returned it with his own, the two best friends shocking you with the force they laid into each other and spat insults, covered in bruises, their erect cocks bouncing with every movement.

“CUT IT OUT! BOTH OF YOU!” you snapped at them, emerging from the treeline and grabbing them both by an ear, pulling them away from each other as they winced at your hard hold. “What the fuck is wrong with you two?”

You could barely understand a word they were saying as they both yelled over each other, not even bothering to cover themselves. You caught something about hiking, something about a dare maybe? And ah… a flower. Of fucking course.

“Stop, stop,” you sighed, releasing them to run hands down your tired face, “did you two idiots touch a flower? Yellow? Pink tips? Six pedals?”

“We uh..” Penguin started.

“...we ate it,” Shachi finished. You let out a pained groan, throwing your head back. God, these fucking two, you wanted to scream.

“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TWO IDIOTS NOT TO TOUCH THINGS?!” you shouted, the two of them now cowering at your feet. You couldn't help but notice the way the subtly touched your legs, it was the effects of the flower no doubt. “Why the fuck did you eat it?”

“It smelt nice!” Shachi wined, “and it tasted sweet so Penguin ate one too”

“But then we… got… hard,” Penguin sighed.

“How long have you dumbasses been out here jerking each other off?” You sighed.

“... three hours,” Shachi whined, practically nuzzling against your leg. You couldn't help the electricity it sent to your core, you'd never seen just how muscular the two of them were under the boilersuits, not to mention their sizable cocks. Nothing quite like two muscled men on their knees to get a girl going.

“What do we doooooo [y/n]?” Penguin cried, nestling against your other leg, the two of them each claiming a leg and running their hands up them as they knelt in front of you.

“The flower you two idiots ate is a powerful aphrodisiac,” you explained, allowing them some small relief by scratching their scalps, making them let out little whines. God, they were like animals in heat. “The flower relies on the wildlife around it to eat the flowers so their nose spreads pollen from one plant to the next. It encourages the production of said wildlife by setting them into a breeding frenzy. More animals means more opportunity to spread pollen. You two knuckleheads are no smarter than a wild boar, its working exactly as intended”

“So what do we do?” Shachi whined, “we… we tried doing it ourselves, we tried helping each other, but we can't… we can't finish”

“That's because the flower wants you to breed,” you sighed, “for a mammal with a phallus, you need to finish inside another. If you were females, you'd need someone to finish inside you. Men have died from this you know? You'll keep going till you either do what the flower wants, or until you drop dead”

“So we just… have to fuck?” Penguin asked coyly.

“Yup, good luck fellas,” you shook them off your legs and turned to leave, “don't forget to warm each other up first!”

“Wait… no!” Shachi looked at Penguin and almost cried, “we're not into men! I'm not doing that!”

“Speak for yourself…” Penguin muttered.

“Shut up Peng!” Shachi shouted, shoving him and setting off another fist fight, “you're not fucking my ass! Or my mouth for that matter!”

You made an annoyed groan as you pulled them off each other again, the two of them quickly reclaiming your legs, more aggressive with their touches now, hands travelling past the hem of your skirt.

“Let us fuck you! Please!” Penguin begged.

“We'll make you feel so good, I promise!” Shachi added. You rolled your eyes at them but couldn't deny the arousal pooling between your legs as the two men begged for you and ran hands up your thighs. It was a tempting predicament. You weren't sure anyone had ever helped two pollen victims before either, it could be interesting research to observe how they interacted with each other. Would they work together? Would they fight for dominance? It was a fascinating proposition.

“Fine,” you relented, parting your legs slightly, “but you two pathetic boys better make me cum till I see stars or I'm telling the captain”

They didn't even bother to give you a verbal reply before they were all over you, running their tongues up your legs and tugging at your clothes. Shachi stood and pulled off your shirt as Penguin unzipped your skirt, letting it fall to the ground. They were like rabid dogs as they saw your underwear, and they made quick work of it, Shachi removing your bra, sucking on your breasts and groping them roughly as he stood beside you, while Penguin tugged down your panties and pulled you to rest your core on his face. You had to rely on Shachi to keep you upright as Penguin pulled your leg over his shoulder, and you cried out as he immediately drove his tongue between your folds, lapping at you like a parched dog, messily licking up any slick he could find and bullying his tongue inside you to find more.

“Fuck, Peng,” you moaned, hips rolling as you rode his tongue, “just like that, fuck. Who knew such a dumb, useless dog would have some use? Good dog, lap me up good,” Penguin moaned into you at your words, doubling his efforts, and you swore you heard him bark against your pussy.

“Am I a good dog too?” Shachi whined, letting your breast go with a pop to look at you with needy eyes.

“I don't see you eating your food like a good boy,” you huffed, “get on your knees and I'll see if you're worth my time”

Shachi dropped to his knees behind you, making a definite bark before pulling your cheeks apart and running his tongue against your asshole. If he had a tail, you had no doubt it’d be waggling. You shivered at the wet muscles lapping at you, feeling the way the two men's tongues occasionally met between your legs as they ate you out from both sides, Shachi's tongue bullying its way inside your tight hole. You reached one hand back to hold his head for support, a hand buried in each man's hair as they made growls and sloppy sounds against you, their cocks twitching untouched as they serviced you.

“Good dogs,” you purred, “fuck, gonna cum right on your faces, hnng~”

Penguin made a excited sounding yelp as you gushed on his face, and you cried out as Shachi took the opportunity to slip a finger in your ass, spitting on it and adding a second, your whole body tingling as he finger fucked you through your already intense orgasm. The two of them didn’t let up, Shachi’s tongue running over your ass and thighs before adding a third finger, stretching you open so you could take him.

“Good dogs,” you panted, barely able to keep yourself upright with the way your legs were quickly turning to jelly, “the two of you have worked hard, now show me how feral you are and come fuck me”

They moved faster than you could comprehend, working in tandem to get you in position so they could both fuck you. You expected them to lay you down, but instead Shachi lifted you so Penguin could slide inside your pussy, making you gasp at how fast he went to the hilt, before Penguin grabbed you himself and you wrapped your limbs around him. Shachi held your hips steady as he lined himself up with your ass, then he spat on his cock pumped it a few times to spread it. You held your breath, wincing a little from the stretch as he slid inside you slowly. They both held you still for a moment to adjust, the three of you panting heavily, both boys working hard to hold back and not just immediately slam into you. You gave them a small nod to let them know you were ready, mentally bracing yourself for what you knew would be a rough fuck given the effects of the flower. Shachi held your hips bruisingly tight, Penguin supporting your thighs, and the two of them began working in sync to lift and drop you, using you like a toy to get themselves off as they made deep thrusts in time. Between the strength of the two of them you were practically weightless, thrown around like a ragdoll as they grunted like rabid animals and fucked you mercilessly hard. Every hard thrust knocked the wind out of you till all you could do was whine as they used your body, quickly bringing you to orgasm again. Liquid dripped down their thighs from your release, wetting the dirt below you, the sound of them fucking your holes making sloppy sounds that echoed in the trees mingled with your collective moans.

“So good, good dogs,” you moaned, your tits squeezed against Penguin’s hard pecs, sweat making the three of you sticky as it collected between your bodies, your back pressed against Shachi’s front.

“Cum for us again, please,” Penguin whined.

“Need it. Need to feel you cum again,” Shachi added, his teeth grazing your shoulder.Penguin leaned back a little so he could rub your clit hard with his thumb, and you felt yourself spiralling.

“Fuck, fuck,” you cried, “cumming”

The two of them made deep groans that vibrated through you as they felt you squeeze around them, unable to let out your own moan from how hard you were cumming, the air entirely knocked out of you. All you could do was shake and see white dots in your vision as the two of them unloaded inside you, finally finding relief from the flower as they gave it what it wanted. The amount of cum they put in you was immense, another side effect of the flower, your two holes immediately dripping with white as they pulled out and held you steady while you found your footing and you practically collapsed against Penguin’s chest. Shachi grabbed the tank top he usually wore under his boiler suit and shook the dirt off, then he used it to do what he could to clean the impressive amount of collective fluids from you, your legs shaking and threatening to give out as he dragged it carefully through your oversensitive core. Penguin continued to wordlessly keep you upright while Shachi dressed himself, then they switched. Once the two of them were dressed they helped you, laying soft kisses and gentle, thankful caresses over your body as they pulled your clothes back on, before Shachi lifted you into a bridal hold.

“So what did we learn?” you yawned as they started to carry you back to the ship.

“Eat strange flowers,” Shachi gave you a shit eating grin. You smacked him hard on the chest and he pouted.

“I’m telling Law,” you threatened.

“Please don’t!” Penguin begged, “I promise not to dare Shachi to eat weird plants, and I pinky promise to not eat any myself!”

“Shachi?” you raised a brow. He rolled his eyes and readjusted his hold on you, making you squeak as you were jostled.

“Fineeeee,” he groaned, “I promise not to eat any more random flowers, even if they get me laid”

“I could have just let you die you know,” you huffed.

“I won’t do it again!” Shachi yelped as you pulled hard on his ear.

“Good dog,” you smiled.

“Woof!” they both replied.

[cupidssorbet]

"So wrong, yet so right."

(Artist: Teletwobees!)

DBF!Miguel x Reader.

Summary: You developed a crush on your fathers best friend awhile back..Miguel ends up learning about these feelings.

Includes: AFAB reader but no specified pronouns/race/looks nothing, flirting/teasing, praise, soft ish miguel, unprotected PIV(wrap it babes xoxo), Fingering, Cumming on body.

P.S ALL CHARACTERS ARE OF AGE, Reader is 20-21 and in college!!

Word count: 1745.(feeding you sugars)

Xoxo Cupid.

Miguel O’hara, A long-time friend to your father who you had met when you were about 12 or 13, his smile and the way he laughed always had your stomach erupting in butterflies. Looking back on it you believed it was just a stupid little kid crush but even now, an adult in college, that feeling has done anything but leave.

He was such a kind guy, always polite, and friendly..it was stupid, he treated everyone that way but for some reason he still made your cheeks hot, your head woozy, and your stomach in flips with just a look or a smile. His nicknames always set you off too, ‘Chiquita’ ‘Cariño’ etc it was all just a sweet gesture but god it had you feeling like you were going to faint back then.

“Pardon me Cariño,” He said softly as he moved past you, his breath tickling the back of your neck, you snapped back to the present carefully moving as he put a hand on your hip to get behind you. Your face felt hot as he moved past you looking at you with a kind smile as he went back over to your uncles and fathers who were at the grill. Your heart fluttered slightly as you looked at him but you had to remind yourself he was far older than you AND he was your fathers friend.

You shook your head and walked on, stopping to talk with some of your aunts or cousins, trying to get your mind off him, off Miguel and the things he did to you. Once the sun was high in the sky you decided a swim would do you some good, so you hurried up to find your swimsuit, realizing you had left your diary out, cliche as it is you just haphazardly tossed it under your pillow to which is had tumbled to the floor as you left turning to go use the bathroom to change.

“Ay, Go see if she wants any of this?” your father said motioning to the food looking to Miguel who gave him a nod, he asked your cousins where you went and they said inside and to your room. So he made his way upstairs, he knocked softly and when he didn’t hear an answer he opened the door gently, “Chiquita, I’m coming in.” he hummed slightly as he opened it. You weren’t in there, he raised a brow slightly. Noticing the haphazardly opened book on the floor, he sighed, shaking his head going to pick it up and put it away for you.

Then his eyes spotted his name in the book, a book he thought was just another one of your school books, he couldn’t help it really, his name was littered all over the page. The more he read the more shocked he became, the more his shock turned into surprise then flattery that you thought this was of him, even now. He chuckled a bit and shut the book, putting it back on your bed before leaving the room, when he came down he just told your father you were busy which wasn’t really a lie.

Eventually you did come down, blissfully unaware that Miguel knew about your little crush that had festered over the years, you jumped into the pool with your cousins laughing as you came up outta the water. Then you felt eyes on you, when you turned to look it was Miguel, he looked at you for a moment with a slight smile on his face before he turned his attention to the person beside him laughing and talking again.

You blinked trying to figure out while he stared then smiled at you, your mind raced with possibilities before you just decided to drop. Maybe he was looking at someone past you or something. So you continued to relax in the cool waters of the pool before eventually getting out and heading back inside to find a towel to dry off with trying not to drip water everywhere.

Miguel saw an opportunity to ask you about the diary writings, he excused himself from the conversation heading inside himself. When you had gone upstairs to search the towel closet eventually finding one, there he was and you jumped slightly. “Oh my gosh, You startled me Miguel!” you said laughing a bit, and he just chuckled and shook his head. “Hey, Could I ask you a question?” he asked as he walked over to you.

“I don’t see why not?” you replied back slightly confused, “What do you mean by I give you butterflies hm?” he asked almost smugly and his smile only seemed to grow when your cheeks became hot and your eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “I..I beg your pardon?” you croaked out, “You know what I mean,” he hummed as he got closer. Your mouth felt dry, your heart was in your ears practically and your mouth parted slightly but you couldn’t find the words. 

“Is it true Cariño..That I make you feel some kind of way? Honestly I’m flattered by the fact that such a cute thing like you is into me.” he said softly as he looked at you with those eyes, “Miguel I..” “Shh..Shh,” He shushed you gently as he planted a kiss on your head. The simple action made your knees feel weak as you looked at him with those begging eyes. “Please.” Was all you managed out, your mind felt jumbled, your words not piecing together how you wanted and all he could do was laugh slightly. “Please what?” That damn bastard,he knew what.

You sighed well, more or less huffed, “Okay okay, but do you want this?” he said, his lips becoming mere inches from yours. “God yes..” his lips immediately found yours in a needy heated kiss, hands beginning to wander your body as he broke from your kiss. Leading you into a more..empty room.

“You know how bad this is..” You murmured softly as he laid you back into the soft plush couch of the room . But you didn’t want to protest, you in-fact wanted to beg him, plead for him to get on with it. “Oh cariño.” He said with a chuckle as his thumb brushed over your panty clad cunt. “Should I stop then? Hm?” He said teasing you, watching as you shook your head. “No please.” you gasped out.

He just smiled smugly, his face burying into your neck, soft kisses peppering all over your neck and collarbone, murmuring words in your skin. Eventually after much teasing his fingers carefully push your panties aside, swallowing the gasp that escapes your lips as his fingers delve into your wet heat. 

Slowly and in a teasing pace he worked you, littering your skin with marks and kisses, all kinds of praises dripping off his tongue as your mouth sat agape as you gasped when he curled his fingers gently. He’d only go faster when you’d beg his fingers moving as you’d ask of him. His drive to have you reach your pleasure, to make you feel good in the end.

He rubbed soft slow circles on your clit, humming soft kisses into your collar bone eyes focused on the way your face would contort in pleasure at certain movements and he’d hone in on those specific ones until you were writhing under him with soft moans and gasps of his name. Whining impatiently when pulled away from you, making quick work of your panties and his belt and what not.

He continued to leave your body marked and dotted with kisses, soft and gentle, words of affirmation and praise echoing out against your skin. “You want this? Say it and I’ll give it to you.” Miguel murmured lowly only for you to hear, all you could do was nod quick words of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ coming out in small gasps. With careful and painfully slow movements he pushed his length into your velvet heat.

Groaning into your neck, as he carefully sheathed himself inside, your little breathless noises made him want to move so unbelievably fast and rough with you but he held himself back waiting for you and when you were ready. “Please, Please move Mig.” When you asked that of him he couldn’t deny you.

Carefully he began to move his hips, in and out, finding a rhythm that had your head reeling and nails digging red crescents into his arms. His brows knitted together his eyes darting down to where you two connected, eyes shutting as he felt you flutter around him. He went right back to kiss up your neck, telling you all kinds of sweet things.

“Oh you like that? So damn good and tight.”

“Just right, doing so good.”

“Look so pretty getting fucked.”

He’d whisper and murmur as he’d fuck into you slow then fast when you’d beg of him, his movements deliberate and in a rhythm. When he’d get faster and rougher you felt like he would quite literally fuck your brains out. The way he wouldn’t hold back muffling his noises in your neck.

But god his noises, soft grunts and groans, the occasional small soft whimper of a groan when your cunt tightened around him. It had him going mad, fucking into you as you whined and tried to tell him you were cumming.

“Mig,,Mig fuck, I’m gonna-” You couldn’t even get the words out when his fingers found your clit doing circles on it that had your mind melting practically. “Do it,” was all he said and it was like a snap of fingers or something, your cunt tightening around him as you gasped out and cried his name only to be silenced by him placing a kiss to your lips, bringing his pace up.

Chasing his own high with the way you were milking him practically, he rode through your high, his thrusts becoming sloppy and fast, desperate even. Few thrusts later and he pulled out cumming across your lower stomach with a low groan.

After a moment of coming down from your highs, he carefully got up off you, planting a chaste kiss to your lips, as he used your ruined panties to clean up your lower stomach, shoving them in his pocket. “Hey, I liked that pair.” you said sitting up. “I’ll buy you another pair, and more Cariño.” he said, planting a kiss on your head.

[thealmostthursday]

Hii!! So, I was taking a walk through your account and wanted to ask you for some Death Note headcanons :3 It can be of any character (s) you like. I'd be really happy to read them

oh i’ve got plenty!! so so many!!! these all have to do with my DEATH DAY AU btw ^^!! >> this is also really just be a grab bag of random things so characters names are bolded for anyone reading only interested in seeing specific characters !! - - thank you for asking i’ve been waiting for someone to ask this hehe!!

in order it’s light, misa, l, takada, mello, near, matt, & ryuk + rem !

🌙 LIGHT

>> 17-18 during first arc , 26 during second arc. he / him . i don’t think he could healthily love ANYONE with the way he works his brain, not with his position of power or ideals. and even sexually i don’t think he’s like gunning for anyone of any kind. but women are definitely not his forte, will he ever admit this to himself? no he shall not. . . the REAL light yagami died when they were like five under a layer of masking not yet seen by the societal eye until this child was born /dramatic.

➡️➡️ but that is to say i think light is neurodivergent, multiple diagnosis are awaiting this man. none of which he’ll ever get or are why he’s like that by the way. that i would blame completely on his upbringing and the ideals he was spoonfed from birth to believe were the ‘ correct way ‘.

>> wanted to be called ‘ THE HURRICANE ‘ at first after picking up the death note. and was much more disappointed than he let on when he instead gained the monochre ‘ KIRA ‘.

>> really wanted lobe earrings at around 15-16, and only got them because sayu literally begged their mom to let them get them so they could match!

➡️➡️ usually wore silver studs until picking up the death note. then swapped those out for the black studs he also had because ooogh lord the EDGE!

🦇 MISA

>> 19 during first arc, 27 during second arc. she / her ( also would be cool with they & it, specific neos, possibly people specific prns sets too but light keeps her from expressing that ). genuinely think she could love anybody! man, woman, off the gender spectrum, on, unlabeled- - at least my interpretation does. . . she would have fallen head over heels to whoever opened that door.

>> NOT the up-and-coming model, actress, teen girl magazine starring descending angel we see in canon. instead a total radical goth chick with tattoos and body mods with a name in japan, mainly tokyo’s, underground scene whose starred in like abunch of grungey indie flicks.

➡️➡️ she made the change towards that ‘ up-and-coming model, actress, teen girl magazine starring descending angel ‘ to be more palatable for light, hoping to gain his favor. barely worked but at least he stopped grimacing at the sight of her!

>> has multiple pets throughout the storyline. a black tomcat, a beautiful tarantula girl, lovebirds- -

>> whilst light’s treatment of her over the course of the storyline changes her perception of reality, personality, life, and other factors, i hope to never portray her as ‘ stupid ‘. she’s not stupid, she never was stupid!

🍰 L

>> 34-35 during the first arc. prefers his name the most ( minimal use of other pronouns ), but that’s too complicated and queer to explain in the early 2000’s so everyone just goes with he / him more often. no romantic labels but can love anyone romantically, sex repulsed asexual.

>> full name is ‘ love lawliet ‘.

>> the weird wide eyed freak with the hunch is only one of the many fronts L has. specifically chosen and adjusted to freak the J.T.F. & light out the most possible so they’d be uncomfortable and more likely to crack under his pressure. . .

➡️➡️ the ‘ real ‘ L ( if there even is such a thing ) is much more approachable personality wise, entertaining, calm in a cooler way, but still just as offputting upon first impression.

>> parent’s were somewhat doomsdayer worry warts who put him through survival classes & self defense courses VERY young. which lead him to being able to survive on the streets until watari found L after his parents died. and how L took down all those older kids when they tried to pick on him literally RIGHT after walking into wammy’s house 😭😭😭😭.

🎤 TAKADA

>> 17-18 during first arc , 27 during second arc. she / her. full honesty can see her kissing ladies, but that just might be her swag & haircut talking.

>> was NOT head over heels for light and wanting to be his queen or whatever. no, she planned from the beginning to sweep KIRA out from under his feet and take that title for herself. a plan that was working very well for her until the kidnapping.

➡️➡️ she doesn’t believe in everything light has her say, or that she says on KIRA’s behalf. it’s all just a part of the plan, and who ‘ kiyomi takada ‘ is known as & who she + her as KIRA are/was going to be are too wildly different people.

>> her and halle had fun little back and fourths when she was her bodyguard. some flirts were definitely made. . . often then followed by the weight behind them, which would then lead to more flirting. leaving questions about true meaning to never be answered.

🍫 MELLO

>> 14 during first arc, 21-22 during second arc. he / him ( in a queer way that’d take too long to explain ). his type between genders, or lack thereof in any way possible, is completely different. but fine with the gay man label, no it totally doesn’t tick him off a bit with how it doesn’t really fit at all !

>> mom, M ( oc ) , had him participate in a lot extracurriculars as a kid - - soccer, gymnastics, orchestra, argumentative writing competitions - - so he’d stop focusing on whatever the hell near was “ besting him at “. did it help? well, it gave him a lot of trophies he likes to look at!!!!

➡️➡️ M still keeps them all in the replica of his bedroom for when he comes back.

>> mello took out most the S.P.K. not only because he has put near’s face to his self-loathing, inferiority complex, insecurities, etc. . . but because somewhere deep inside he felt all those he could simply eradicate so easily were either too weak or too stupid to deserve to be on near’s team.

➡️➡️ he almost sent near an encrypted message that just read ‘ you’re welcome ‘ but decided that was a very stupid way to get his cover blown.

>> extreme lightweight and has a total personality change upon getting drunk. doesn’t drink a lot in public because of this, but around matt he’s fine getting all touchy feely and LOUD! good god he’s the person you have to shush and quiet down once they’re starting to feel it. SCREAMING EVERY WORD!!!

⛅️ NEAR

>> 13 during first arc, 20-21 during the second arc. she / her. crucial t4t but besides that she doesn’t care. . . not really looking for anything romantic right now, she’s kind of busy being squished inside L’s shadow. but she is actively sexual as an adult.

>> L’s only biological child with his wife, M. birth name was ‘ nate ‘ but practically since day one was called ‘ near ‘. when she asked why as an itty bitty her mom said ‘ because you’re near and dear to our hearts ‘.

>> has a weak heart thanks to her mother’s side that ended up giving out on her when she was 13. she was given a donor heart and very much so plans to test if that makes her invincible to KIRA’s trademark way of killing. . . with herself, of course, if that tells you anything about her mental state.

>> practically has trapped herself in a cycle of greif and mourning of her father. to the point she’s stuck in this weird spot of trying to become him completely so she can feel his love through herself. but it’s not exactly working because she doesn’t like herself, or her life and what she’s made it to be. . .

>> she’s an artist. she wants to be an artist again, not a detective. specifically she wants to get into sculpting!

🕹️ MATT

>> 14 during first arc, 21-22 during second arc. he / him. are you blonde, whiney if you’re a girl, bitchy if you’re a boy, some secret third annoying thing if you’re anything else, smart + secretly macabre, and on the slim side? perfect! then you are just matt’s type!!! though he doesn’t exactly stick to his type. . . just look at his list of exes! ( maybe i’ll make that someday. . . )

>> one of the few kids accepted into a wammy’s style orphanage without a traumatic past. really, he’s just a sensitive guy! - - light sensitivity, legally blind, touch sensitive, temperature sensitive, audhd & learning disabilities. . . little dude has it rough! but wasn’t exactly deeply traumatized until he met r + r + j ( ocs ). . .

>> was given up right after birth and thanks to the LOVELY FOSTER CARE SYSTEM lost all information his birth mother wanted him to be able to keep of her. which leads matt to wondering if he was unwanted because he is born different or was it just not the right time for her?

>> was born with the terrible combination of having a deep loathing for a feeling of being bored, but getting bored very easily. causing him to quickly become somewhat of an adrenaline junky. getting into trouble, hanging with the wrong people, and doing the wrong thing just for the thrill of it.

>> when scared, he smiles, when angry, he smiles, when sad, he smiles, he can’t help it! there really isn’t a natural reaction in this man to frown! which is actually terrifying. imagine being in a bar parking lot and this dude with the biggest grin is calling you a ‘ bitch ass motherfucker ‘ for not having the balls to fight him. also he laughs too, my hyena boy <3

➡️➡️ if he’s frowning he’s trying to look cool!

🫀 RYUK + REM

>> ageless immortals. he / him for ryuk , she / her for rem. ryuk likes boys and rem likes girls. also they’re black!

>> twins who in life used the death note to enact justice. but after both dying horribly, rem first, ryuk soon after, and becoming shinigami- - most things, including their mortal lives, became meaningless. . . leading to boredom.

➡️➡️ rem can sit with boredom, she likes to think, she likes to reminisce. she can make friends with any of the other shinigami and listen to their stories for hours. . . ryuk is not that. ryuk was balls to the wall in life and that didn’t go away once he died. if he’s not gambling with his bros he’s sneaking up on rem and pouncing on her like a cat. and they’re quickly start ripping eachother apart. i think i once described the sound of them fighting like 17 angry cats and a bad car engine revving up.

>> rem still went to the mortal world for the same reasons. not really caring what ryuk was doing there, not her problem. honestly it was nice being away from that bozo for like literally what felt like a second to her.

>> rem was in love with misa romantically!

>> ryuk was really fucking pissed with light when rem died and had to be reincarnated as a baby ( makes sense if you’ve seen my shinigami world lore. . . ) and basically yoinked her and carried her around in his giant claw hands after that plotline. she remained basically a baby the rest of the main storyline because ryuk didn’t want her offing herself for misa, or any pretty woman, again. so yeah he literally waited until misa DIED to show rem how to grow and regain her memories. . .

💥 MISC

>> it must be very obvious that since i cannot find a label to describe myself in any capacity outside ‘ queer ‘ i cannot put labels on most of these characters and it feel correct. . . 😭😭😭😭

➡️➡️ maybe in a couple months with some i’ll come back and be able to describe their genders, romantic preferences and sexuality better ^^’!

>> this was fun!!! if anyone liked these i have tons more for every character!! ^^ i literally jump at any opportunity to yap i love it sm!!!!!! 💚💚💚💚💚

>> this didn’t include anything MELLODONNA AU related because 1. it’s just not as well known. and 2. that au is much more canon compliant!! literally just death note if i threw a baby at mello lol! but if anyone’s interested in that i got LOADS to say about that too :3!

[reidingandwriting]

1989 (Peter Parker’s Version

Chapter One: Welcome To New York

“Welcome to New York! It’s been waiting for you”

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings/Contains: Gender neutral reader (no pronouns, no use of y/n, no descriptors mentioned in this chapter), mild language, likely some OOC moments but whateverrrr

A/N: Going back to my roots and writing some Peter Parker content! I struggled for ages deciding if I wanted to write for Tom’s Peter or Andrew’s and this is based on Tom’s but trust, Andrew’s Peter Parker will get his time in the spotlight. Also for all my Deadpool & Wolverine people, I PROMISE that next installment will be out soon! I’m at 4k words and not even at the Good Part yet so I hope to have her up by the end of this week 🫶🏻

You were lost. So lost it would’ve been comical if it wasn’t your first day of class at Midtown. You clutched the schedule in your hands, looking at door numbers as you passed them. If 305 was right here, 303 across the hall, where in the hell was 304? You turned to look around the hallway, hoping to see someone who could help you and then you saw him.

Warm brown eyes met yours and you set your shoulders back before you walked over. He looked as anxious as you felt, but you hoped he would be able to help. “Hi! I’m so sorry, but I’m so insanely lost right now and you look really nice. Do you know where 304 is? I found 303 and 305 but I can’t find 304.”

“Uh, yeah! Yeah, sorry. Can I see your schedule?” You handed your schedule over to his outstretched hand and tried not to flinch when your fingers brushed his. “We have the same schedule, so you can follow me around today.” A pause. “Only if you want to! But it may be helpful. Having someone you can stick with today.” You watched as his cheeks grew slightly more flushed. He shifted his weight from one leg to another, like he couldn’t help but fidget.

“That would be really nice.” You smiled, hoping you came across as grateful as you felt. He ducked his head but you caught the faintest glimpse of a smile before he looked back at you.

“So, 304 is all the way down the hall. I don’t know why they did that, but.” He shrugged and together, the two of you walked down the hall.

“Thank you,” you trailed off and he introduced himself. Peter Parker, he said. You told Peter your name, feeling yourself smile as he said your name. “I’m glad I found you, Peter.” Nothing else was said as you two walked into class and after a moment of hesitation, you took a seat beside him. A minute later, someone else took a seat on the other side of you. Peter introduced him as Ned, Ned introducing himself as Peter’s best friend, and the three of you made light conversation as you worked on a writing assignment.

“Where did you move from?” Ned asked and you hummed.

“Portland. My mom got a new job at the city hospital, and we moved in a few days ago. Thursday, I think? The days have all blurred together at this point.” You chuckled. Your apartment was a labyrinth of moving boxes, having barely unpacked anything over the weekend. You just barely had all of your school things unpacked before you left for school this morning. “I need to finish unpacking, do some actual exploring. I’ve never been to New York before and now I live here.”

“Trust. Stay with us, you’ll be like a native in no time,” Ned said and you couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“Thanks.” You got through the rest of the day fairly well, even if you felt like a lost puppy trailing behind Peter. You felt lucky to have the same schedule as him, and Ned was pretty cool too. You also met a girl, MJ, who kind of intimidated you in the best way. At the end of the day, you parted ways from Peter and his friends, beginning your own walk home.

Hours later, you sat on your fire escape, sketchbook in your lap until a shadow swung past you. Was that…? There’s no way.

-

Peter didn’t mean to see you on his patrol. He had perched on a rooftop, watching over the people on the street below, and he felt a pair of eyes on him. Peter looked around as if his head was on a swivel, and then he saw you. You had a sketchbook in your lap, now dressed down in a simple t-shirt and black sweatpants, and you offered him a simple wave before you returned to your drawing. Peter found himself watching you for a few moments, watching your focus return to whatever you were drawing.

Come on, Peter, get a move on, Peter thought before he was off. He just missed you looking up, watching him with a curious gaze.

Every day for the next week, Peter saw you while on his patrol route. And every day he passed you, he couldn’t help but pause for a moment. He’d perch on the rooftop across from yours, taking a minute to just breathe and watch you. You spent a lot of time on the fire escape, he noticed. Some days drawing, some days reading. Always doing something. Today, he watched as you taped a piece of paper to your fire escape and he tilted his head. Your eyes met his (well, where his eyes are under the mask) and you tapped the paper and waved before climbing back through your window. A few moments passed before Peter moved and he swung over to your fire escape, landing quietly as he took the paper.

Peter smiled as he studied the drawing. You had drawn him as Spider-Man, perched on the rooftop he frequented. You colored the sky to resemble the setting sun, and the drawing looked as if it was glowing. Peter looked up into your window, frowning when he didn’t see you. With a soft sigh, Peter swung off to tuck the drawing into a safe place and continue his patrol route. Later that night, you noticed a sticky note stuck to your window that simply read ‘thank you’ with a drawing of Spider-Man’s mask on the bottom. The sticky note now lived on the side of your bookshelf, it being the first and last thing you saw every day.

-

You had been in the city just shy of a month before you properly met the web slinging hero. You were walking home from the library, and admittedly, you had gotten distracted and now you had no idea where you were. Everything looked somewhat familiar, but it all blended together into vaguely familiar blurs. You had no idea where you were at this point and you had started to panic when a familiar masked hero landed in front of you. You screamed, jumping back a few feet and Spider-Man frantically waved his hands.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I thought you heard me.” Spider-Man sounded as panicked as you felt and you held your hand to your chest as you willed your racing heart to settle down.

“Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man my ass, almost gave me a heart attack,” your sentence ended in a laugh as you composed yourself. “I drew you such a nice picture a few weeks ago and you repay me by scaring me.”

“In my defense, I kind of rely on my stealthiness. Can’t sneak up on bad guys if I’m noisy,” Spider-Man said and you rolled your eyes, the corner of your lips twitching up.

“What can I do for you, Spidey?” You shifted from one foot to the other, studying him. When he was swinging through the air, fighting off muggers or even worse bad guys that you had seen on YouTube, he held an air of confidence. He came up with quips just as fast as he shot webs, blocked hits, and threw punches of his own. Talking to you though? He seemed fidget-y. He rubbed at the back of his neck and rocked up on the balls of his feet before settling back down. And that voice. That voice was familiar.

“Just happened to be in the area, you looked a little lost. I’m near the end of my patrol route for the day, so I thought I’d see if you wanted an escort home.” You obviously couldn’t see his expression, but he sounded sincere- if not a little amused.

“That would be… really nice, actually. I usually know my way home better, but I went to a different library today and I thought I had only lost focus for a second, but.” You gestured around yourself. “No clue where the hell I am.”

“Welcome to New York,” Spider-Man said as he started to walk the opposite you were going. “Come on, you just missed it by a few blocks.” Together, the two of you walked back to your apartment, and you made conversation as you walked. You talked more than he did, understanding there was a lot he couldn’t share with you without risking his identity being revealed. You talked about your homework, a group project you had, and your mom’s hectic work schedule. Spider-Man spoke a little, talking about things he had seen on patrol today, and asking questions where appropriate as you talked. You thought it would feel awkward, talking to the superhero, but it didn’t feel like you were talking to a stranger. It felt as if you were talking to a friend.

Your apartment came into sight soon enough and you were relieved, but also disappointed. You had enjoyed talking to him and you were sad you had to go inside and do physics homework.

“Thanks for walking me home. I’m sure you have more important things to do, so I really appreciate it,” you said and Spider-Man shook his head.

“Like I said, I wrapped up my patrol a little early today. Got some superhero business to attend to.” He saluted and you couldn’t help but laugh. The eyes of his mask squinted and you tilted your head, surprised by how expressive his mask was. “Need a lift to your window?” Spider-Man made little hand motions, resembling how he shot his webs, and you shook your head.

“Maybe next time,” you said and he nodded. “If you’re ever around and have a minute. You know where my fire escape is. Just knock on the window if I’m not already out there. I’m home alone a lot,” you admitted. Your mom was home as often as she could, but as a doctor who worked in the emergency room, she worked odd hours. You were a pro at being alone at this point and you couldn’t fault her for it. Chasing her dream even after having you, it was commendable.

“I’ll be on the lookout for you.” Spider-Man’s head shifted slightly, looking up as if he heard something. “Duty calls. I’ll see you around.” He waved before he shot a web at a nearby building, then he was off. You couldn’t help but stare at where he stood not too long ago, thinking about the interaction you had, before you walked inside your apartment building. Odd.

-

Peter sat on your couch, working on homework when you scared the absolute shit out of him.

“Can we talk?” It only took three words for his heart to stop and he hoped he didn’t look even half as panicked as he felt.

“Yeah! Yeah. What’s up?” Peter struggled to meet your gaze and you ran your hand through your hair, a nervous habit.

“I’m gonna sound batshit crazy, but it’s been driving me crazy for a while now and I have to ask.” A deep breath. “Are you Spider-Man?”

Many emotions filled Peter at once and he picked panic as the primary emotion to feel. His hands shook and he felt frozen, yet the need to run at the same time. You already knew his secret, what was stopping him from jumping out the window and swinging away? He could probably convince May to let him stay home for a few days, avoid you a little. Instead, Peter let out a shaky breath.

“What- what makes you say that?”

“Your reaction for one. But I noticed some similarities, your behavior mostly and your voice. Come on, Peter, you’ve gotta look into a voice modifier. But what really sold me? Welcome to New York.” Peter thought back on how not even a few days ago, you were talking to him about the almost friendship you had developed with the spider hero.

“Is this normal for people here? Being friendly with superheroes?” Peter had snorted in response and said, “Welcome to New York.” You had paused for the briefest of moments, Peter almost missed it, before you laughed in agreement.

“I think that connected the dots for me,” you finished. “So… are you?”

Seconds, possibly minutes passed, before Peter spoke again. “You know you can’t tell anyone, okay?” You nodded quickly before sitting back into the couch, relaxing against the cushions.

“Thank you.” Peter tilted his head. “For trusting me. I promise, you never have to worry about me saying anything.” The two of you fell into a comfortable silence until you groaned dramatically. “Do you get number nine? Because I keep getting the wrong answer.”

“Come here, let me see.” Peter scooted closer to you and looked at your work. “Right there.” As Peter explained what you were missing, you were grateful nothing felt different between the two of you. As if the conversation never happened. You ordered pizza for dinner later than night before Peter had to go home, and you watched as he swung into the distance, waving him off. Friends with a super hero. Only in New York.

[bad268]

Hungover in Love (Frog Boys X Reader)

[Blank] in Love Pt 2

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneus

Requested: On AO3 actually...

Warnings: Sex jokes in Droid's, uses Grizzy's name (Nelly)

Pronouns: First person (I/me)

W.C. approx. 300 each

Summary: The day after Part 1

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(All pictures from vids)

<-Part 1

Puffer

I knew it was going to be a bad day for Puffer as soon as the guys said we were going out and unfortunately for me, I live with him. This put me on honorary hangover duty.

I don’t know if I was supposed to just forget what Puffer said last night. I don’t want to, but he was too drunk to remember what he was saying. Then, the voice in my head says drunk words are sober thoughts.

I was broken out of my mind when I heard groaning coming from Puffer’s room. I went to the kitchen and grabbed him a glass of water as well as meds before making my way to his room and knocking lightly as I walked in.

“Hey, party animal,” I teased, giving him the water and meds. “On a scale of 1-10, how hungover are you?”

“If I say 10, would you think I’m exaggerating?” He complained, downing the water in one go with the meds.

“Maybe,” I rolled my eyes as I took the now empty glass from him. “Is there anything you need from me? Food, more water?”

“Did I say anything stupid last night?” He asked as his cheeks grew red with embarrassment. “I remember bits, but I wanna make sure I didn’t make you uncomfortable in any way last night.”

“No, you didn’t make me uncomfortable,” I reassured, taking a seat on the side of his bed as I brushed some of his hair away from his eyes. “You did profess your undying love for me though, so that was interesting.”

“Good interesting or bad?” He questioned as his eyes widened.

“Good,” I whispered back.

“Y’know, there is one thing you could do for me,” Puffer switched topics. I thought he was just going to sweep the conversation under the rug. “Can you cuddle with me?”

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Pezzy

Waking up on the couch was not something I expected when I opened my eyes. I moved to sit up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and I stretched my back. It did not take long for me to notice Pezzy already awake and cooking breakfast in the kitchen.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he laughed. I just grumbled back before laying back down on the couch, hoping to catch some more sleep. “Ah, no! We’re going for a bike ride today! Get up!”

“Oh, you were serious?” I questioned, looking up to see Pezzy standing in front of me with a plate of bacon and eggs. I took it slowly as I sat back up and Pezzy sat next to me, eating his own plate as a TV show played in the background. “I thought you were just saying that for the chat?”

“I mean, I’d love to take you on a ride,” He responded shyly. “Only if you want to!”

“Pezzy, I love bikes,” I started in a joking manner, “Once I ride it once, I’ll want to be your backpack all the time. Is that really something you wanna handle?”

“Hell yeah,” He joked back, leaning into my side more. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my backpack.”

“Then, I guess the next question is where do you want to go?” I asked, turning toward him as I set my finished plate off to the side.

“How about you take an aspirin for your hangover and in a couple of hours, we’ll go to this cool cafe I found a while ago?”

“That sounds perfect.”

~~

Droid

I was awoken by a multitude of messages. Do people not understand that my brain does not turn on until noon AT LEAST? Clearly not. 

I rolled over in my bed to check the notifications and it was all Droid. Just as I was about to check the messages, I got an incoming call from the man himself.

“Please tell me someone’s dying,” I groaned. “Ain’t no way you’re blowing up my fucking phone at 8 am for shits and giggles.”

“I am so sorry, I swear, I didn’t mean it.” He’s rambling. He is going on and on about how sorry he is, how he didn’t mean it, how he’s an asshole, and so on. “Please, you have to believe me.”

“What the fuck are you on about, Droid?” I asked in utter confusion. What did I miss? “Did something happen?”

“Last night on the stream, don’t you remember?” He questioned back.

“I said I’d top you,” I deadpanned. “And? Is that what this is about? I swear this could have waited until-”

“No,” he replied quietly but still effectively cutting me off. “I shouldn’t have taken it that far. I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t take it far? Droid, where is this coming from?” I contested, but he remained silent. “Droid, if I didn’t feel comfortable talking about sex on stream, I wouldn’t have played into it. Did the fans say shit?”

“You’re normally very private on stream, and-”

“And we got drunk and had fun!” I cut him off. “I don’t regret it. And honestly, I’d still happily top you any day, Droid.”

“You’re joking,” he chuckled in disbelief.

“I’ll be there in 20, baby.”

~~

Grizzy

It was well into the morning/early afternoon at this point, and Grizzy had yet to come out of his room. Granted, I remember my first hangover, and I was no better. However, this wasn’t his first hangover. Probably his strongest but definitely not his first. 

I was going to make him breakfast and hang out with him today, but I felt like I was just vibing in his house alone. I had watched a movie, edited a video, made a cake, and even cleaned up a few things around his living room. Yet Grizzy still hadn’t come out.

A part of me thought he was hiding. He suffered a brutal loss at the game last night, and with the reward on the line, joking or not, he might have taken it too seriously. The other reason could be that he is so hungover, he can’t get out of bed. I decided I was going to bite the bullet and check on him before leaving if he didn’t answer. I grabbed a glass of water before heading up to his door.

“Grizzy,” I asked quietly as I knocked softly on his door. I didn’t receive a response, but I still pushed the door open to see if he was okay. “Are you awake?” I set the glass on his bedside table as I took a breath. “Sometimes, I wish you were less clueless when you are sober. I can only do so much, Nelly.”

“I was scared,” his voice whispered as he turned over to face where I was standing. I didn’t even check if he was awake or not before talking, but now, he knows how I feel. “You’re too good for me, and I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship.”

“Well, you know what? Friendship is overrated,” I joked as I moved to lay next to him in bed. “I much prefer a relationship with you, Grizzy. Even if you lost.”

“Did I really lose if I have a hot person in my bed right now?”

~~

Next Part ->

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[jordosprout]

Hello! I have a fic idea where the reader has a sensory meltdown and even though the others try to help they don't really know what to do but then Tech comes in with all the know-how on how to approach/help.

Maybe it could be taking place during the race Tech did and the reader gets overwhelmed by the sound and the heat and anxiety and Tech comes in for the rescue after the race ends, or maybe on a mission and Hunter asks Tech to take you aside/back to the marauder and tells him that they have it handled.

I think it'd be cool if Tech silently brought out sensory items and waited patiently with you and then opens up about how he has the same issue but maybe he usually shuts down instead or has a meltdown alone. Sorry I had a few ideas I wanted to share, hope this ask isn't too overwhelming! <3

Alright, took me awhile but I finished your request! I ended up going with the race plot :) I apologize for the wait. I wanted to do my best to portray everything correctly.

Sprouting Within the Soul

Tech x GN!Reader SFW Comfort Fic (gender-neutral pronouns used, little physical description.) (Can be read as platonic)

Reader is a phytotoxin specialist and becomes a clone medic. Story takes place on Safa Toma where Tech comforts them during an autistic meltdown.

Warnings: Talk of overstimulation, stimming, meltdowns, and gentle praise.

Notes: Phytotoxin- plant poison. I'm still getting used to Tumblr so no fancy dividers yet :,) I am working on making some for personal use

WC: 3,955

Setting up readers' story, skip if wanted!

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You didn’t enjoy medicine as much as you did vegetation. But the two interests mixed into a love for phytotoxin, and you found yourself as a specialist clone medic 2 months before you fled with Omega; working alongside her during that time. You grew deeply attached to the special little clone; knowing nothing could separate you.

She told you everything she could about the Clone Force 99; from their names all the way to their genetic mutations. And during one of those one-sided conversations, she told you about the inhibitor chips. This is what sparked your questions about the clones true purpose.

Your interactions with the boys themselves were brief. However, that would suddenly change.

Omega told you that she felt that Kamino was in danger, and you believed her immediately. It didn’t matter what it was that made her feel that way. You trusted Omega, and the thought of not knowing if she was safe scared you. You accompanied her, and her brothers, off-world; not a second guess in your mind.

Leaving the life you came accustomed to was hard. Especially when you were being so abruptly transitioned to a chaotic one. But the others, especially her brother Tech, did their best to ease you into the new life.

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With Hunter and Echo being off on their own mission, it was just you Wrecker, Omega, and Tech today. A day you'd absorb every calm second you were given.

You were sitting beside Tech at the bar, him looking into poisonous plants for you.

You noticed that when he found out about your love for the subject, he took it personally. He took every moment he could to talk to you about the various flora of the universe. It wasn't a rare occurrence for him to share something you already knew. But that never mattered or annoyed you. You were just happy someone took part in your interests. Sometimes, he would tell you something that you surprisingly knew nothing of. Others, he would mention something you knew plenty about and you’d talk to him about it for hours.

It felt good having someone to talk to (or at) that clearly enjoyed it.

Just as he would offer you his ear, you would offer him yours. Always listening and enjoying whatever facts he had on his current interests. His passion for the things he knew made them all the more interesting. His voice and excitement would never get old to you.

Even though you felt seen by Tech, you still had moments of worrying you said something wrong. He never gave you a reason to think that you may have offended him, but you couldn’t help the anxiety. So you would often overexplain your intentions. He allowed you to say what you felt you needed to in order clear your intentions, and would then follow up in calm reassurance. He was always a source of calm patient energy, something you never got enough of.

But your day was swiftly stolen by a green Trandoshen. Cid, of course, had a last-minute mission for the four of you. You huffed to yourself, you just got comfortable watching Omega and Wrecker’s Mantell-Mix bet!

You were tracing circles with your finger on the countertop; cheek resting on its cool surface. Omega and Wrecker were playing Dejarik. Hearing them laugh and get competitive with each other made you smile.

“Hey I heard that! Don't get sassy with me Bacta Bunny. I have a mission for you and you're taking it!” 

You scowled at the nickname, your reaction being noticed only by Omega, who looked at you briefly before looking at Cid. You found the nickname demeaning- as if all you were was the occasional medic the batch needed.

“Hunter and Echo aren't back from the other mission yet.” Omega told Cid, confused as to why they would do something without them.

“I would not call transporting 50 cases of nerf nuggets a ‘mission’. Nor is it a proper use of our skill set,” Tech added to Omega’s statement.

You rested your head into the palm of your hand, leaning into it, “Tech isn't wrong Cid. You're wasting what ya’ got. There are better uses of our skill y’know.”

“Yeah, well, your skill set will come in real useful on this one. Especially you, Muscles. You're gonna be my security crew.”

Your head lifted at that, “Hey now security for what? What did you do that requires security?”

Tech nodded in agreement, “We will require a more detailed briefing than that.”

“No time. The shuttle's waiting.” Cid dodged, already at the door. You disliked how secretive Cid was. Why couldn't she just tell you what you needed to know?

Wrecker tossed Omega her little helmet, and of course, Omega gave you all her usual wishful thinking.

“Maybe it'll be fun.”

“Heh, works for me.”

“Wrecker, you're saying that as if you're difficult to convince,” you bantered teasingly, you loved the big guy but you weren't wrong. He was easy to convince. He just grinned and gave you a mix of a laugh and grunt before following Omega.

You sat for a moment, wishing you could easily adapt the same way Wrecker and Omega did. But you couldn't help but feel anxious with the sudden change to your schedule.

Tech sighed and you gave him a small pat on the shoulder before jumping off your barstool.

It shouldn't be all that bad, should it?

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As soon as your shuttle landed, you were met with muffled crowds and people. 

‘Just a little noise. I can handle this’

“I am beginning to understand the need for added security in a place like this.” Tech mentioned to the group, taking in the nature of the people around him.

“Safa Toma can be a little rough around the edges if you don't know what you're doing. But lucky for us I know my way around. And if things get dicey, that's where you come in.”

You looked at the back of Omega’s head once Cid said that last sentence. You weren't particularly fond of how much danger she was constantly in. Yes, she's a clone like her brothers. And clones were indeed made to fight. But she's only a kid and is already dealing with so much. You placed your left hand on her right shoulder, and she gave you two pats in response. Something she always did to let you know she'd be fine.

But once you exited the building, and were blasted with Safa Toma’s boiling sun and restless crowds, you felt like you were the one who might not be fine. You took a deep breath to ground yourself, but the air dried out your nose making you more uncomfortable. 

‘This shouldn't be a long mission. It's just security.’

The cheering got louder as you became surrounded by people, constantly getting bumped into. The machines on what appeared to be a race track flashed by directly in front of you, any loose hair you had whipped in the direction they flew towards; tickling your skin.

You stayed behind Omega and held your hands together, rubbing the flesh between your left hand’s pointer and thumb to soothe yourself.

“Whoa!” Omega was leaning on the rail, trying to take in everything happening on the track.

“It's called Riot Racing.” Cid said, clearly only talking to Omega.

One of the racers began shooting at an opponent ahead of it, resulting in the victim crashing into one of the walls. 

“Wow! Did you see that?” Wrecker excitedly asked Omega. You glanced at Tech whose eyes were wide behind his goggles.

‘Well if Omega didn't Tech definitely did.’

“It appears anything goes out there.” 

The PA system announcer began narrating the scene in front of all of you. Declaring the steal of the lead, that was apparently carried out by Cid’s racer.

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You blindly followed Cid and the others after TAY-0’s win, falling slightly behind. You fixated on your hands, attempting to tune out the obnoxious droid in front of you. Any other day his quips would pull a small laugh from you. But the sun felt like it was getting hotter, and the crowd seemed louder and fuller. You didn't understand how Omega was handling it so well, she didn't have the climate-controlled armor her brothers did. 

‘If Omega can handle it then why can't I?’

“Your ringer is a droid?” Tech queried Cid, getting what would barely count as a real answer from the droid instead. 

“Oh, I'm so sorry. You have a problem with droids, human? You think you can make the split-second calculation to win out there? You want to challenge TAY-0?” the droid asked, defensively getting up in Tech's face. And of course, Tech gave little to no physical reaction.

“I do not have enough information about this sport to determine that at this time.” 

“Then take a seat, spectacled spectator.”

Okay, you held in a snort with that one. That was really clever.

Wrecker on the other hand was quite upfront with his reaction, repeating TAY-0 and bumping Tech. 

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You sat against a wall as repairs were made to the droid's speeder. You chose to ignore what was going on for the time being. You weren't needed at the moment, so you should take advantage of that. You closed your eyes and pressed into the wall, trying to grasp all the peace you were given.

Which wasn't much apparently.

A large man found his way into the pit, three smaller men behind him. You stood after he greeted Cid, his tone making you realize he was the reason she needed security. And when he approached Omega you quickly made your way behind her next to Wrecker; all of your hands making their way to your designated blasters. 

“Not gonna introduce me to your new crew?”

‘Why’s that matter to him?’

He gave a hearty laugh, “They're not gonna help you win.”

Cid stood up to Millegi, looking much shorter than she already did in front of him. 

“Oh, I know I'm gonna win.”

After a few seconds of intimidation from Millegi, he offered a bet. It was frustrating how quickly Cid agreed. Of course, she'd take any chance she could to make some credits.

You spaced out for a moment before Cid insisted on hurrying up with the minor repairs. She was going to be much pushier now that credits were on the line. 

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You paced behind the others, feeling restless now being back at the track. You looked up only for a moment when Wrecker returned, then back to the ground. You could feel your patience for today running low. You were rather surprised to hear Tech say he didn't know who'd win. But you knew he'd figure it out eventually, he always does.

But when TAY-0 took damage, and Millegi’s racer won the round, you knew Millegi wouldn't be far.

So you rushed to help collect the pieces of TAY-0 from the track and held your guard for when he'd eventually show up. 

And he did, of course, with Cid not having any credits to give him.

“Wanna step in here? I didn't bring you three for the company.” 

And with your cue, you put on your helmet and hovered a hand over your blaster. Millegi's men were quick to point their own at you. Of course, Omega spoke up, “Wait how much does she owe?” 

“More than you got, kid.”

“Well,” she paused for a moment, “we're not done yet.”

“Omega…” you whispered, “Don't. Stand down.”

“That's right. Looks like you're done to me.” 

“One last race. If you win, we pay you double.” 

You groaned into your helmet and shared looks between Tech and Wrecker. This could either go really well or really bad.

“If we win, we get Cid.”

“You don't know what you're getting into, kid.”

You followed in suit with the boys, Tech speaking up first, “I'm inclined to agree with him, Omega.”

“Yeah, I'm inclined too. We don't know anything about racing” Wrecker added, not at all slick about the confession.

“Omega this can very easily end very badly.” You told her worriedly

“They're gonna hurt Cid if we do nothing.”

You breathed in deeply through your nose. Omega was not one to lose determination. And you all knew that. You crossed your arms and stood behind her. If this is what she really wants to do, then you'll just have to stand with her.

“So we have a deal?”

“We race tomorrow. And I keep Cid as collateral.”

As his men collected Cid, Millegi gave a warning, “For your sakes, you better be able to pay up.”

You looked down at Omega, “I suppose that went well?”

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After Omega spent some time on the speeder, you offered to take her place to get a break. She nodded and jumped down from the table, you taking her place. 

“Do we really need to fix him right away? He isn't exactly pleasant company,” you joked slightly.

“Well, he is already partially operational. So it is a bit late now. Speaking of, with a few more adjustments, he may be capable of racing.”

TAY-0 was basically summoned by your conversation, “Uh, that is hilarious. I am more than capable. I am ready to– Where are my arms and legs!?” You laughed to yourself and looked up to finish the repairs that were left on the speeder. TAY-0 was entertaining, but he's also just… a lot.

Wrecker came into the pit and dropped off the rest of TAY-0's parts.

“No, that's not how you connect the servo. Let TAY-0 instruct you how to do this properly.”

You grinned at Tech’s response. What can you say? You enjoyed his sass.

__

Nightfall came, and Safa Toma was finally quieter and cooler. But you still felt uneasy. All day has been dealing with people and TAY-0, and now you have to sleep in the pit. You tossed in your sleeping bag, Wrecker and Omega already sleeping beside each other. You covered your eyes with your forearm, hoping the pressure would help you sleep. 

You lifted it though when you heard rustling beside you. 

“Hey Tech, finished working on TAY-0?”

“Yes, he is fully operational for tomorrow's race.”

You nodded and yawned before turning on your side. The ground was hard and the sleeping bag didn’t help as much as it should.

“Problem?” Tech asked, now behind you.

“Oh, no Tech I’m alright. Just been a long day and I didn’t realize how long we would be here for. But I’m alright.”

He shuffled, likely laying down himself. You knew he could sleep just about anywhere, and honestly, it’s a skill you were a bit jealous of.

“I understand. I am not a fan of sudden plans myself, let alone ones with little explanation. I may be used to dealing with them, but they are still difficult.”

You smiled to yourself. “I’m sure we won’t be here too long.”

“Hopefully not”

__

You wished Cid would have prepared you for where you would be in some way. It felt like you were being cooked underneath your gear and it was miserable. Even when you stayed behind in the pit, there was still all of the noise and the fact you were somewhere completely new with no way to get away.

Two days in a row of dry heat. Two days of screaming. Two days of an obnoxious amount of people and tense interactions. And it was getting to you. Normally it wouldn’t bother you, or at the very least if it did you’d be able to get away from everything. But not being able to escape made it feel like you were suffocating. And as Omega and Wrecker cheered along with the crowd, you slipped away to find quiet.

It proved to be a harder task than you thought it would be, that in itself made you feel worse. But after struggling to find a place to rest, you gave up and decided a place with no people would be enough. You couldn’t help tearing off your helmet and gear, slamming it to the ground as you took your frustrations out on it. You slumped against the first sturdy object you found. The shade was minimal, but it was there. At least you were alone.

After a few minutes, you faintly heard Tech’s name being chanted. And after 5 more standard minutes went by, your comlink beeped. You ignored it, only for it to beep again. And when it did, you tore it off and threw it as far as you could. You couldn’t stand the noise. Or any noise at this point of your mental state.

You covered your ears and held your eyes shut, blocking out as much as you could.

__

Tech was surprised when he exited his speeder and you weren’t with Wrecker or Omega. And when he asked about your whereabouts, they were surprised too, worrying him even more.

“They were behind me!” Worry and defensiveness laced Wrecker’s tone. They both knew that Safa Toma wasn’t a safe planet for someone to go off by themselves. And after Tech commed you twice with no response, he was definitely certain something wasn’t right.

“I will be back, I am going to track the com signal and check in.”

“I wanna come too!” Omega pleaded with Tech, but he shook his head.

“Negative. We do not know the situation. If assistance is required, then you will be notified.”

Omega didn’t like the idea of not going with, but listened anyway. Wrecker keeping her occupied until Cid and Millegi showed up.

Following your com signal, he eventually found you. He was relieved to see you were safe.

“Ah there you are.” You didn’t respond. At first Tech thought you just didn’t hear him, so he tried again.

“Problem?”

You said nothing, instead shifting where you sat. He said it again. But again, there was nothing. He approached.

He saw all of your gear strewn about on the ground around you. Then took a moment to study your body language. Your hands were over your ears, and your eyes were tightly shut. You made yourself small where you sat.

‘Oh’

He looked around to try and see what he could do to change your surroundings, but when he couldn’t find anything he chose to sit beside you. Your eyes were still squeezed shut, moisture at their corners as you snapped your fingers. Your body couldn’t decide between refusing stimuli or letting it out. He remembered the one-time use earplugs he kept on him for Hunter (or for himself), taking them out of a pocket and placing them next to you. 

“Here,” he said softly, only saying what was necessary.

You grabbed them and placed them in your ears, taking in a shaky breath. You brought your knees to your face and pressed them into your eyes. Your hands were free to move about however they needed to. 

He chose that simply offering his presence until you expressed you needed him would be best. He knew that sometimes interacting with others during a meltdown was hard. At least, it was for him. He grabbed his data pad from one of his many pockets to occupy himself while he gave you time. He would be there when you were ready, no matter how long that might be. It would be a few minutes before you said anything or acknowledged him in any way.

“Did you win?”

He looked up at you, your cheek resting on your knee as you looked in the opposite direction of Tech. Your sudden break of silence caught him off guard.

“Of course, was there any doubt?” He asked back. You shook your head no and smiled to yourself before frowning again.

“Can you hug me?” you asked him quietly. He hummed in confirmation before lifting the arm closest to you. Turning around and seeing his arm open for you, you leaned into his side. He squeezed you gently, giving you the pressure you needed in that moment. 

You sat together, Tech finding his own comfort from the stress of the past two days with you. He rubbed your arm with his thumb before finding a strand of your hair to twist in his fingers. Breaking the silence when he felt you were ready.

“Why did you not say you were overstimulated?”

You rubbed the flesh between your thumb and finger, “I… I don’t know. I was embarrassed. Everyone else seemed fine and I was- am frustrated that I’m not. It bothers me.”

He looked down at you quizzically, “Why would you be embarrassed? It is completely normal to have different needs. Even clones are different from each other, in one way or another. It is expected.” He told you.

“I know that but it doesn’t feel like the kind of ‘different’ that just makes someone unique I guess. I feel weak, but I know I need to be strong for everybody.”

Tech was quiet for a moment to figure out the right thing to say. He knows how you’re feeling. He’s felt the same way. He took in a deep breath before he spoke, “Being autistic does not make you weak. The way you receive and process information in your brain is different. It is okay to allow yourself time for it to do that. I promise, it is okay to have these needs. I have them too.”

“You do?”

“I do. While I do not have meltdowns often, I frequently have shutdowns. That does not make me a less efficient soldier. Genetically modifying me to be autistic was not an accident. There are desirable traits in autistic people. For example, I have exceptional attention to detail. I have a strong memory that allows me to retain important information. I am loyal. Of course there is more. But I do not wish to come across as egotistical.”

You sat there with Tech’s words. You never thought about the fact that, perhaps, nothing was wrong with you. Just different. You looked up, looking just past Tech’s eyes but flicking to them slightly before asking, “What is there that is good about me?”

He quirked his usual half-smile and looked up into the sky, “For starters, you are empathetic, more so than some. While I am sure this may be difficult for you at times, it allows you to be more compassionate. You are honest and direct, making your transition into our force easier as you are too honest to be distrusted. You are passionate and determined. No matter how many times you fall, you get up and try a new approach. You are not only passionate with things, but with people. You have spent much time learning what our crew members like and dislike, and act accordingly. You are deeply passionate in your relationships and I admire that about you. I could continue if you would like.”

You shook your head, cheeks slightly warm at the praise you asked for.

You found yourself leaning deeper into Tech and he welcomed you. You loved that you were able to find comfort in the exceptional clone beside you. It felt good not having to be alone, and being not only understood but accepted. His armor cooled you but his presence warmed you to your core.

“Thank you Tech I-...I think I’m ready to go now.” You told him shifting away slightly to prep yourself to get up. He nodded and stood, offering a hand to help you to your feet. You smiled up at him softly, feeling something in your soul sprouting in his light.

[avkizi]

doing this ask game bc i feel like YAPPIN

link for the og questions 🔗

answering this as aki (bnha drself), but lmk if you want me to answer as any of my other drs (ex: pjo, hoo, cod, h2o, marauders, etc.) !!

in what reality do you live? bnha/mha !!

what is your name? akitsu takami

what are your nicknames, if you have any? i go by aki usually, i have been called birdbrain by some people (aka kei)

how old are you? i'm fifteen in two days !!

how tall are you? 152cm (5'0)

what is your skin color? kinda tan, but i have a picture of myself in my dr intro !!

you body type? hourglass, a little on the curvier side, kei makes me go to the gym with him and miruko so i have some muscle tone lmao

your sign/birthday? gemini, june 4

how do you describe yourself and your personality? i'm definitley on the extroverted side, pretty friendly, i'd like to say i'm funny, and i really like stuff like vlogging & social media and photography.

do you have living parents/siblings? both my parents and my older brother are alive, but my parents aren't in the picture (ones in prison and the other one fucking basically sold us lmaoooo)

your gender/pronouns? girl, she/her

what is the color of your eyes? gold

how do your hair looks like, is it long or short? kind of mid length (a little longer than my collarbone) and wavy at the bottom (anything longer gets in the way of my wings/flying)

do you have any scars/unique visual traits? aside from quirk related stuff, i have burn scarring on my left shoulder/upper arm and on the back/side of my left thigh, and a smaller scar on my nose bridge

do you have tattoos or piercings? i have your basic lobe and upper lobe piercings, but no tattoos yet

signature scent? anything fruit or tropical related tbh, but you will never catch me w/o perfume i refuse to smell like shit

do you have any powers/species abilities? i have a mutation based owl quirk, so i have cool shit like functional wings, enhanced senses and vocal cords, and talons

where do you live, how does it looks like? i live in the UA dorms right now, but when i'm not in school i live in my brother's apartment/penthouse/condo/whatever it's called (visuals here)!!

is there other people living with you right now? yes, when i'm in school it's my whole class, but outside of school i just live with my brother (we dont have to share rooms or bathrooms in either situation tho thank the lord)

what do you do for a living? i'm a student in UA's hero course, in class A, but i don't work or anything like that

is there magic in your reality? there are quirks with magic themed elements, but quirks themselves are pretty scientifically based

how much money do you have? a lot (pro hero sibling has it's benefits fr) so i'm lowkey set

who are your friends/best friends i'm pretty good at socializing so i get along/am friends with most people, but my closest friends are def uraraka, ashido, tsu, hagakure, jirou, kirishima, shouji, todoroki, and midoriya

are you older or younger than them? i'm the second youngest person in my class, but we're all around the same age range (two years age gap maximum)

Do you have a crush on someone? ive kinda been eyeing todoroki but we'll see when we get there yk

How did you meet everyone for the first time? i'm going to meet everyone through either the entrance exams or on the first day of school

What are your hobbies? already mentioned a lil, but i like fashion/shopping, crocheting, social media, roller skaing, photography, and marine bio

What do you like to talk about with friends? girl EVERYTHING

What is your favorite food and drink? i love love love boba (mango passionfruit tea or iced strawberry matcha latte ON TOP), and my fav food is probably mango or lychee or a really good pork gyoza

Your favorite color? pink 100%

Your clothing style? my aesthetic switches up sm but i tend to gravitate towards trendier stuff like clothes from brandy melville or stuff like cargo pants, lace or cropped camis, etc.

Your favorite place to spend time? my room or the mall

Favorite sport, if you have one? volleyball 100% love that shit

Favorite weather? ooooooh ok for going out or flying etc i like clear sky, 60-70 farenheight, but for staying inside i love thunderstorms so so much aughhh

Favorite time of the day? dusk/nighttime

Favorite season? summer bc it's warm but winter is rlly nice too

Your biggest fear? everyone leaving me and i start back at square one in my old house with nothing left

What makes you very angry? unempathetic or selfish people/people who use their privlege to harm others knowingly

What makes you very happy? my friends

Do you have any pet? technically no, but i'm friends with the pigeons etc around the city and feed them. (i want a cat one day tho)

Do you consider yourself a good fighter? yes, unless theres water involved (hate that shit it makes my wings heavy)

Is there any people you dont like? off the top of my head, mineta, stain, and endeavor piss me off quite a bit

Do you have a favorite song that describes yourself, or just a favorite song in general? i love mitski, laufey, and chapell roan, but olivia rodrigo, conan gray, and taylor swift (i don't agree w some of her actions but she makes bangers). renee rapp's stuff is pretty good too ngl (my music taste is just basic asf unfortunatley)

Can you play any instrument or dance? i'm pretty good at dancing and i can pick up most stuff pretty fast, i'm a good singer and i'm learning electric guitar from jirou rn

Do you like to take risks and make new friends, or you are more reserved? i'm generally good at socializing so i make friends fairly easily, but i sometimes takes me a bit to open up fully to people

What do you do when you get very bored? crochet or cook something random while blasting music and doing karaoke in the kitchen

Are you a great leader? i work really well on teams but i tend not to gravitate towards leadership roles tbh

How is your daily routine? wake up, skincare/hygeine, breakfast, morning fly/go to school, school, go home, do hw/chill until dinner unless kei gets home early, either make dinner for myself or get food somehow, more chill/hw time, shower, skincare, chill, sleep/bed

Your favorite smell? this feather wax/moisturizer that i use its like shea butter and it smells so so nice i would eat it if i could

A big secret you have/know? my and kei's life before he became a hero, etc.

[katyahina]

Archer girls Pharis/Evlana and Durgo

This is a reference post I am grabbing when I need to explain stuff about these characters, because for real, localisation team dislikes their archers. This post was revised after I've found out a few things about how localisation of Dark Souls 2 went!

Who is this Pokemon character?

This Forest Hunter!

Whereas in the game this character is simply known as 'Forest Hunter Archer', Japanese guide confirms that this is our Pharis, the human friend of Gough!

(From this ( x ) page) 弓の英雄ファリス means 'Heroic Archer Pharis'!

Meanwhile, in Dark Souls 2, this character gets reintroduced as Evlana instead, which is not outlandish with DS2's ongoing theme of "names of the past being forgotten or distorted"! Fina being known as Nehma or NK being known as Faraam, for example!

Name engraved Ring lists Evlana as 'Goddess'! At the same time, Japanese script for Evlana also omits the gender!

What about the gender thing then?

Yeah, for starters, you can tell that Pharis IS Evlana from identical items:

But I got to break down Japanese descriptions for these items to explain my point! I take them from this ( x ) document!

弓の英雄ファリスの愛用した帽子

'Hat favoured by a Heroic Archer Pharis', 英雄 (hero or heroine, is gender-neutral)

ファリスは弓の名手であり、人でありながら

'Pharis was an accomplished archer, while a human', 名手 (expert or master or excelling at something, gender neutral word)

グウィン王の四騎士「鷹の目」ゴーと並び称される

Just translates as 'Praised alongside to one of Gwyn's Four Knights, "Hawk-Eye" Gough'! There is no 'pronoun' in this sentense, and many languages have an option to refer to someone without pronoun but it is clear it is about them from the context!

伝承にあるその帽子に憧れる子供も数多い

'That hat from (the) legend is wished by many childen to be worn'. Again, no pronoun!

Similarly with the Japanese mention of Evlana:

狩りの神エブラナはかつて人であり、

'Evlana, God of the Hunt, human that once was (?)'. 神 (god or 'kami', gender neutral)

弓に秀でた英雄であったが

Continues the previous sentence, 'and a hero that excelled at bow'. 英雄, hero or heroine again, gender-neutral!

時代が下るにつれ、次第に神格化された

'As time went on, deification was done (to someone the context refers to)'. No pronouns!

So, wait, what about the 'God' and 'Goddess' selection screen then? Well, you see, turns out that:

That this was also just in English localisation! Turns out, it ALSO just uses gender-neutral 神 'kami' for everyone!

狩りの神エブラナ (God of Hunt, Evlana). I assumed whether God gets called God or Goddess was based on the name. So, by the logic of localisation team, Evlana is a feminine name = she gets mentioned as Goddess! However, Ciaran is for one a masculne name, and yet? Fromsoft has precedents, so it could be a reason for a headcanon, but not an evidence!

And this is where I was humbled when I talked with a guy that knows a lot fo stuff and works on some mod for DS3 (it was called Archtrones or something? I don't know, probably some cool things and there was like good concept art and models). So, whereas typically localisators are left to do what they want, there ARE moments where the devs have to instruct localisation team to not mess this or that up and go back and forth. For example? Lost Sinner!

Lost Sinner never once is addressed as a she in Japanese script, and localisation team always defaults to a 'he' in these neutral cases! However, she was an exception, and we are talking about the character who has a visible beard! The thing is, they'd specify to localisation team that one of the main characters in the game is female! Names listed in the God's name selection screen are not real and only like, two of these fuckers are gendered through descriptions. The thing is, it was a back-and-forth to specify to the people writing English script who was 'god' and who was 'goddess'! As usual, it is Peak Souls 2 that settles some lore debate lol. Always Peak Souls 2 lol

Pharis' Hat Retcon (that Durgo suffered for)

The hat is also an interesting thing! Pharis is wearing a set that is just for a Hunter starting class, and this set alters depending on whether the model is 'male' or 'female'!

However, in both Dark Souls 2 and Dark Souls 3, the hat becomes unisex, and only 'male' version is featured! 'Female' one is not used again! Nonetheless, the design is still attached to Pharis even in Dark Souls 3:

So, technically it is correct to ignore what model of Pharis looks like in Dark Souls 1, and draw her with 'male' variant of the hat! Or rather, it is the only variant now as they've made sequels! It counts as unisex now!

Or, maybe not? There is some interesting lore attached to the small variant with the feather that went unused in Dark Souls 2 though. Pharis never got to have unusual birb companion. :pensive:

This hat was only worn by a Greatbow Archer Phantom, who was also supposed to be Durgo, who was also nuked from Scholar of the First Sin edition to be dead behind the scenes:

(From this ( x ) post by DS2 dataminer Steven) An archer with the greatbow that was said to have a brother in law, that invades alongside a guy, who is the only source of Durgo's Hat (drops it) before Crown of the Ivory King DLC dropped, who uses a feather for good luck in archery whereas Durgo was using Hawk Ring for good luck in archery? When Durgo also was never a 'he' in Japanese script, the phantom is 'female', and Fromsoft does like their GNC archer ladies? Hmmmmm... Something occam-razorish here...

Meanwhile, Dark Chasm of Old notoriously has copies of some characters: Jeremiah, Ricard, a Havel's Knight, Sharron (that's for another post) and.. yeah, Pharis. However, abyssal Pharis does wear Durgo's hat instead!

So, developers could not decide on which variant of the hat that imprives bow range to use, mixed up hats of Durgo and abyssal!Pharis with each other, then nuked Durgo (and their brother) from SotFS edition to remain dead behind the scenes because they had no room for a cut content hat in polished version. greeeeeat...

But also, how about the idea that whoever Coco, companion of Pharis, existed in Dark Souls 1 times! So, Pharis used to wear the feathered variant of the hat, and maybe so did many other hunters! Hunters that believed in good luck in hunt by placing the feather in their hats, and Pharis was one of such people! But, only later Pharis replaced the "superstition feather" hat with her own, new, unique hat! We can always have both if we know how to work with what we're given!

The thing about Durgo though? Even what we were seeing works. If Durgo went to Drangleic, it means she was Undead. Perhaps, it was Hollowing that had them start to lose skill in archery, so they relied on artifacts like that Coco feather and Gough's Hawk Ring to preserve it! Would also explain replacing her original greatbow from Lanafir with the one from the land of Gods! Devs perhaps thought they've made a mistake, yet everything falls into place quite naturally no matter what?

_________________________

This post needed editing because honestly in this fandom you find a new thing like, every other day. Once again: Oolan 🤝 Pharis 🤝 Durgo 🤝 Dolores

and then there is O'Harrah on high heels with pussy out lol djfd

[robinswrites]

About Me

Hi! My name's Robin, and after years of writing and posting fanfic (on a different account, which I will be continuing with), I've decided to start trying to get my original fiction published. I am A Trans who doesn't much care what pronouns/gendered terms you use for me as long as you're not being deliberately insulting. The various stories I'm writing or want to write vary in genre from fantasy to science fiction and horror, but they're all queer (in different ways, because queerness isn't necessarily approached in SF/F cultures in the same way as in our own, and they don't necessarily fit the often very romance-focussed conventional ideas of what queer rep looks like, but it is present in everything I write).

I am an adult, and my writing is aimed at adults (I've noticed a few people getting their stories labelled as YA when they're really not aimed at that audience at all, so I thought I'd make that clear right from the start), but I'm not writing anything so explicit that I'd object to someone under 18 following me if they're interested in my stories. I will use tags and TWs on my posts--feel free to let me know if I forget.

WIPs

My three main WIPs are novels that I intend to publish (I'm an incurable WIP-hopper and have been alternating between writing bits of each of these for years...), so I'm not going to be posting the stories themselves online, but I will be sharing character and setting info, discussing progress, taking part in the usual writeblr ask events, etc. One is a deliberately over-the-top space opera sci-fi, one is a modern-day fantasy, and the other a mediaeval fantasy. At some point, they might even have titles. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

I'm also sometimes going to be writing short stories and submitting to anthologies and magazines--I'll post updates on where to find any that get accepted.

And at some point soon, a free short story will be going up here as a taster of my work!

I'm also currently doing a major rewrite of the plot outline for a webcomic I initially plotted out as a teenager--once I've got the story to make sense, I'm hoping to start drawing and posting some stuff for that.

What else?

I'm hoping to use this account to follow and get to know other authors, to follow and interact with publishers, take part in any writing events that look interesting--and also to some extent for general blogging.

You'll probably see some reblogs of gifs of films I like, and other mostly-on-topic reblogs (I'm not going to use this account for random memes).

I might share music I've been listening to, or sometimes post about anything interesting I've been doing/places I've been going. I do aim to stick to interesting stuff--I'm not going to be blogging about what I ate for breakfast, but if there's something that I think really would interest SF/F fans and writers, I might do a blog post, especially if I got some cool photos, instead of getting home and thinking too late "I really should have taken some photos of that [supposedly haunted secondhand bookshop / sword I was tempted to buy in an antique shop / whatever]".

Fandom stuff and other "general nonsense" posts and reblogs will stay on my other account.

Looking forward to sharing what I do here on writeblr and getting to know more original fiction writers in this community!

[gumeyyy]

|| WELCOME TO THE (not so) COOLEST EVER HUMAN BEING ON TUMBLR'S INTRO ||

Name: Gumey, with how many Y's you feel like writing (i mean, if youre speaking of my actual name, i am actually called Raquel, thank you!!)

Status: there might be someone outside your window, but youll just, never know.

Languages: Brazilian portuguese, English and currently learning spanish and a little bit of french

Pronouns + sexuality: she/her mainly but i really dont care what u use, neos, xenos, i dont really care what u call me!! Im a phlesbian 😽😽

About me simplified + hobbies: just another one of those emo nerds that glues stuff to their wall ,'/ i like reading, drawing, painting, diy'ing (is that how its spelled??), I EFFIN LOVE COLOR THEORY, my favorite color is pink and thats why i am so cool (not really)

FANDOMS/INTERESTS:

Youtubers: Amazing Phil, Daniel Howell (obviously both of them are here, what'd you expect?), Markiplier, Pewdiepie, Saiko, Drama Kween, FunkyFrogBait, Film Cooper, Jarvis Johnson, Chad Chad, Danny Gonzalez, Cyber Noop, Kurtin Conner, Drippy, Izzzyzzz, Tex Hs, Not Even Emily, Kurzgesagt, Vsauce, The Click, Manual do Mundo, Você Sabia, AcidMilk, etc

Series + films: Psych, Monk, Dexter, Scott Pilgrim, Gravity falls, Monster High, Ever After High, Garfield, House, Charlie the Unicorn, Salad Fingers, Inanimate Insanity, Animation vs Minecraft/Animator, Açafrão Bondoso, My Little Pony, Azumanga Daioh, Lucky Star, Invader Zim, Spongebob (i cant take myself seriously for this), The Ring, Annabelle, The Nun, Heathers, Ride the Cyclone, Hamilton, Glitter Force, etc

Games: Undertale, Portal, Club Penguin, Steve's Parable, Fnaf, Animal Jam, Slenderman, Homestuck (does homestuck count as a game? I mean, it can be interacted but where would it fit in??), Sally Face, Pokemon, Minecraft, Papa's Pizzaria + other zipline studios Papa's games, Bad End Theater, Starry Flowers, etc

Music: My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, leATHERMOUTH, Megadeth, Pencey Prep, Taking Back Sunday, Descendents Pierce The Veil, Party Cannon, Weezer, Blur, Death Spells, The High Court, From First To Last, Pink Floyd, Misfits, Gorilla Biscuits, Suicidal Tendencies, Black Sabbath, She Wants Revenge, The Academy Is…, Say Anythin, All, Alkaline Trio, New Found Glory, Story Of The Year, Genitorturers, Sugarcult, Paramore, Muse, Radiohead, Dance Gavin Dance, Jack Off Jill, Bikini Kill, Emery, Green Day, System Of A Down, My Ruin, Panic! At The Disco (first 3 albums), Korn, Isles And Glaciers, Nirvana, Simple Plan, Bad Waitress, Bratmobile, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Pitty, Nx Zero, Restart, Mindless Self Indulgence, Pantera, Yes, Teenage Fanclub, L.E.S Stitches, Alice In Chains, Led Zeppelin, The Smashing Pumpkins, Iron Maiden, Humble Beginnings, The Bouncing Souls, Nightmare Of You, Aerodrone, Thrusday, Type O Negative, Alesana, McCafferty, Depeche Mode, Finch, Teen Idles, Mike V & The Rats, An Evening Elmwood, A Heartwell Ending, L.S Dunes, Rites Of Spring, Adolescents, The Used, Sleeping With Sirens, The Teeth, The Death Set, Chiodos, Deadbeat Nightlife, Get Scared, Rehasher, Self, Box Car Racer, S.O.A, The Dark Prison Massacre, Devourment, Snuffed On Sight, Minor Threat, Be Your Own Pet, Wasted Youth, Set It Off, Sum 41, Frank Iero, Mest, The Beatles, Bring Me The Horizon, Motorhead, The Infested, AFI, Anthrax, Disturbed, Limp Bizkit, Linkin Park, Danzig, Two Tongues, Slutever, Alexisonfire, Saosin, Cute Is What We Aim For, The Frights, Sunny Day Real Estate, Gerard Way, Pinkshift, The Brobecks, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Hawthorne Heights, Bayside, Die So Fluid, The Cure, Kittie, DECEITS, David Bowie, Bayside Kings, Strike, Yellowcard, SR-71, Cine, Gloria, Cobra Starship, Eyes Set To Kill, Scary Bitches, The Aquabats!, Streetlight Manifesto, Blink-182, Three Days Grace, Sangue De Bode, Inhuman Condition, Desalmado, Escape The Fate, Modern Baseball, All Time Low, Evanescence, Ashbury Heights, Subhumans, Ashtray, Senses Fail, Pinegrove, Big Thief, Hole, Destructo Disk, Chomp Chomp Attack!, The Killers, Queenryche, The Hirs Collective, La Dispute, Before Today, Snow White's Poison Bite, Picture Me Broken, Delirium Division, Meth Wax, Brand New, Slipknot, Farewell My Love, Mayday Parade, Good Charlotte, Asking Alexandria, Scary Kids Scarying Kids, Silverstein, Jimmy Eat World, Sepultura, Boys Like Girls, Dashboard Confessional, Matchbook Romance, Hidden In Plain View, SayWeCanFly, Sounds Like Harmony, The Get Up Kids, Forever The Sickest Kids, Mae, Lovehatehero, The Postal Service, Funeral For a Friend, Hit The Lights, Dead Poetic, There For Tomorrow, Underoath, Armor For Sleep, etc

[bluedevilofmontana]

Hey, what's up, Internet? It's me, the freaky three-foot blue guy who fought that giant robot that made the rounds on YouTube and destroyed the big thing that literally cut through the moon (how is the moon still there? Tails has tried to explain but he uses too many big words)? The name's Sonic, I'm a hedgehog, and my pronouns are He/Him.

Anyway, the cool humans who look after me and and my friends got me my own computer for Christmas, which is awesome cause now I can put whatever wallpaper I want on it without someone else messing with it. And cause they haven't set up any blocks yet, it means I finally get to make my online debut! I haven't exactly got permission for it but I'm sure they'll be fine with it when they realise that it's actually a *good* step towards us being able to leave the house, not a bad one.

You can send me questions and stuff if you have any and I might answer a few of them so long as you're not really freaky about it.

This has gone on too long so Merry Holidays!

(December 25, 2024, 8:55 AM)

[eternalfarnham]

Ideological swap AU:

Euphrasie, a former Housemaiden of Dormont's House of Change, hails originally from the island-nation of Ananke, north of Jouvente. On Ananke, she was in a terrible – largely-undefined, to the theoretical game camera's eye – relationship with an unknown man, a "cry-bullying tyrant," which made her suspicious, bitter and unkind – made her worse, she says.

Euphrasie left one day and found her way to Vaugarde, but wherever you go, there you are – Housemaiden or not, even desperately working to adapt, she was still unkind when she didn't want to be, still tormented by awful memories, still taking it out on others. She wished to be rid of the history that made her this way, using her old country's rituals, and gained the power of "Memory Craft" – the power to "scramble" information, such that no one could recall it existed in the first place.

And so – taking her favorite young Housemaiden as a companion – she left her country, styled herself "Faceless" after her god (misunderstanding the Change God's deal pretty badly) and set herself up in Ananke. There, she used "Joyeux" – monsters born from intense emotion – to drive away its residents, so they'd flee to Vaugarde through her one-way barrier. Once the island was properly vacated, she intended to erase it from history – to erase the context that made her so bitter, the society that enabled it just because her old someone was versed in the ways of the Universe, and to be properly and only a daughter of Change and Vaugarde.

Everyone, she says, can start again this way.

Siffrin, the Stargazer, fled the same cruel tyrant that Euphrasie did – albeit separately – and found himself blessed mysteriously with the power to remember everything, no matter what. They are... unlikely, as heroes go – accustomed to creeping around and leaving the charisma and earnestness to less disillusioned folks – but they care deeply about the people they love.

Odile, the Historian, is here with a vested interest in preserving the cultural history of a small, embattled people – particularly against a collaborateur trying to force-assimilate her entire homeland.

Bonnie, the Kid, is here on the strength of a mysterious series of notes they left themself, telling them that they've forgotten something important and that only defeating the Faceless will return those memories. They're a pretty lonely kid.

Isabeau, the Guardian, is... pretty similar, actually. Given Siffrin's limited social graces, he's taken on a bigger social role. Like a diplomat who hits stuff, basically.

And Mirabelle, the Turncoat... was a cool-ass rival character for most of the saviors' journey, out of loyalty to her Head Housemaiden and her House and a lack of anywhere else to go. She returned to the side that isn't trying to destroy a country out of guilt:

It's her rapier that took out Siffrin's eye.

She doesn't want to be that person. She's desperate to change – to be forgiven, by the end of this quest – but there's indelible proof of her rottenness, right on Siffrin's face. So, with the ritual that her faceless caretaker never quite let herself use, she wished that she could be someone different...

And there's nothing more formative – more self-destroying and -recreating – than intense, sustained time loop trauma, right?

(Her faithful guide Ring claims to be a success story: they became someone completely new, down to a new name and pronouns, and broke the cycle, but graciously returned to Ananke to guide weary, misguided, treacherous little Belle to a proper ending. The name "Ring" comes from their bonding earrings, prominently displayed and visible even through the corona of their head. After all, they say, changing – like they were supposed to – meant learning to love the right way, without distrust and fear.

Fucked up thing to say, Ring!)

[jesters-constantly-writing]

“Welcome to thy realm! Please, come join!”

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Hiya! This is my first post so it’s a lil hectic and likely will change as time goes on but—here we go!

My name is Jester (or any of the other names I use I use a lot) and I’m here for YOUR whimsy!

(Heres my pronoun page & strawpage [made by my friend btw, shoutout to them <3] btw if you’re interested:)

I like to write and that’s what this blog is gonna be about!!! Writing!! Specifically fanfiction writing because who doesn’t like that whimsy in their life??? I write for specific fandoms but I’ll write for pretty much anything if given enough information about it.

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Enough about that though! Let’s get into the real deal!

Masterlist Includes:

Bungo Stray Dogs

Studio Investigrave Games

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Demon Slayer

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

My (+ my girlfriend and my best friends) OCs (if you like that kind of thing)

If you just wanna talk to me about those as an interest standpoint because these are fun truthfully <33 though, if you have anything interesting about any of these things I’d love to hear about them!! I’m still learning so I’d love your input and education on all of these!! :)

This won’t be posted BUT if you want me to write anything about your OCs or self inserts please let me know and I can happily do so! I like learning about people’s characters and such! :) if you do use my writing for something, however, I would APPRECIATE the credit, please and thank you <33

Communication with me can be done through DMs here on Tumblr or Discord DMs (my user is alast0rrrrr) :33

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To send requests you can either dm me OR you can send asks! Either or works! If I don’t have time to write something or don’t meet your request due to my own boundaries (and I will let you know the reason I choose to not write something), please do respect that. Like I said I’ll write pretty much anything—but you gotta give me time or respect the boundaries I set.

I say if I don’t have time to write it as in a I will write it soon I SWEAR but I am a student and in a lot of things, plus a lot of life stuff that may take up some of my time, so it may take a bit for a lot of requests At once. But I promise I will write your requests, I won’t leave ya hanging <3

I also am fine with reblogs but please don’t. Please don’t STEAL my writing. It’ll have a watermark soon enough or a lil thing at the end to show it is mine. I doubt anyone will but if someone does and you come across it please let me know, it would be most appreciated <3

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I swearrrr this blog will be more pretty as it goes on I’m just starting out my other blog isn’t much of anything so work with me here lol I promise it’ll look more pretty as we go.

Feel free to start sending requests in! I will likely post a few things that are lingering in my mind but I’m down to take some requests now!! :3

Anyways!!! I hope I get to start writing for everyone more!! Remember:

You’re Loved

You’re Cool

You’re Needed

And drink water and eat <33

Have a WONDERFUL day/night <33

[rhythmicals]

─   (  archie renaux. twenty five. cis man. he / him.  ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen SAWYER DEVI anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of youth by glass animals last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to PALLADIAN - i think they’re a SENIOR studying FILM & CINEMATIC STUDIES? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re CHARISMATIC & RIGHTEOUS and a GEMINI . last night they kept going on and on about how they won LEAST LIKELY TO LET THINGS GO.   last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, DOGMATIC & REBELLIOUS, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by the courtyard, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye!

THE BASICS

full name : sawyer indra devi .

age : twenty - five .

date of birth : may 22nd , 1999 .

birth chart : gemini sun , virgo moon , aries rising .

hometown : birmingham , uk .

gender : cis - man .

pronouns : he / him / his .

sexual orientation : bisexual

DISPOSITION

myers - briggs : the defender ( isfj - t )

ennegram : the loyalist ( type six )

moral alignment : chaotic good.

likes : morning rituals. black coffee. old black and white and sepia photographs. handwritten letters. well-loved objects, scuffed and stained. comforting silences. hand-knit sweaters. staying in. the smell of fresh rain on old cobblestones. leather-bound moleskines. fountain pens. mechanical typewriters. scented candles. rainy days.

dislikes : forced small talk. crowded and loud spaces. overly bright overhead lights. spaces that feel too big and impersonal in general. cemeteries and talk about death. argumentative people. being vulnerable. getting too emotionally close to people. compromising on his values. texting (just call him). interruptions to routine. feeling like he has to justify himself. being mistaken for his brother.

CHARACTER ASSOCIATIONS

sebastian wilder ( la la land ) , bellamy blake ( the 100 ) , poe dameron ( star wars ) , eric taylor ( friday night lights ) , pete mitchell ( top gun )

CHARACTER SUMMARY

sawyer is the second of three siblings, the middle child by a mere five minutes and yet it still somehow shows. he has an older sister named georgia who works a fancy job at some record label and a younger brother who shall not be named because he is currently DEAD to him </3

you wouldn't guess it now, given how dry and borderline boring he seems, but sawyer was an absolute insufferable little cunt of a child growing up. always angry, always picking fights, causing numerous issues fr his mom and dad (including but not limited 2 a teensy brush w the law). the chaos lasted well into his teens, until high school n a change of scenery offered him more productive outlets for his anger n indigantion.

that being said, the anger never really went away -- not competely. under pressure, it can still rear its ugly head. some people know better than others exactly how to needle him and draw the worst parts of him back out.

started making little home movies in his high school AV club, that eventually evolved into scrappy low budget documentaries in the style of something like bowling for columbine — equal parts social commentary and dry humour.

they weren't brilliant masterpieces, nor a sign of a once-in-a-lifetime teenage prodigy, but did well enough to win a few local awards and net him scholarships to several almost-prestigious art schools. he only chose palladian because he wanted to keep an eye on his brother (who he HATES!!!!!!) and make sure he's alive (out of HATRED!!!!!)

PERSONALITY

he's just a little guy. socially functional, for the most part. at his best in quiet, intimate settings because he's easily overwhelmed in large crowds. he's not really great at making real connections — he has friends, sure, but tends to keep them at a distance emotionally. tends to be kind of blunt, using silence as a power play (very comfortable just staring someone down until they leave). sometimes says weird things that you don't quiet know how to respond to. can be found participating in every club and extracurricular activity on campus because he hates sitting idle.