#so it makes a Little sense if they go that way too. but thats like. idk I dont foresee that being visually interesting

[nezuswritingdesk]

caleb parenting au

a/n: based on the polls, papa caleb will be next so here he is and his little baby applets! personally, his kids are also one of my favorites ( i love them all equally)

cw: family stuff, babies (3 baby apples!!), mentions of a baby getting sick, mentions of bullying, SPOILER FOR CALEB MYTH but its only mentioned once and near the end

Primarily inspired by @tbaluver @starmocha and every caleb girl and boy dad thing I've seen since

ninang aly tag: @deusfoundry (the most proud godmother in this au)

now, listen here. caleb wants a medium sized to a large size family and he gets that with you and three little applets

caleb is a proud father of 3 children! 2 sons and 1 daughter.

Gale is the eldest son of Caleb, he's around 8 years old. Besides being the eldest of Caleb, he's the eldest amongst all of the kids in the AU. And yes, Caleb is proud that his kid is older than Zayne's eldest (Aspen)

Literal caleb 2.0 in terms of appearance and attitude (your genes didn't try for him but do not worry! theres still 2 more kids your genes can try)

He's intelligent and quick-thinking even if he can be a pain in the ASS (to you, and his teachers)

Literal classroom crush . Got his father's charms to make people swoon but hes a bit dense as a child.

Plays sports like basketball with his dad. Caleb claims that he's passing down his skills to him.

Follows his father EVERYWHERE he goes, people start to salute and call him as a colonel jr

He loves to tease his younger sister about her secret-not-so secret crush but its his way to cope with the fact that his sweet baby sister likes boys (hes still in shock that his SWEET, ADORABLE, AND PERFECT SISTER LIKES A BOY!??!?)

Next up, we have Lumi! Lumi doesn't stand for Lumine or Luminosity (Sorry everyone). She's around 5 years old and is the middle child.

Now, if Gale is Caleb 2.0, Lumi is you 2.0

She looks like you in every sense except for the purple eyes, a beautiful gift from papa Caleb.

Shes called pip jr by Caleb since she was born as a way to distinguish you and baby Lumi at the time

Daddy's spoiled princess.

She loves to play with other kids outside for the whole day. It only takes Papa Caleb, you , and Gale to round her up when the day is done. She likes to get physical with other kids, and always preferred games that showed off strength and speed. She loves to chase.

Is quite the tomboy. Prefer to climb trees and play rough and do things that people don't expect girls her age to do. It is questioned if thats from you or Caleb.

Despire her tomboy and playful nature, she's a sweetheart to her family and close friends, cherishing the time she spends with them always

Has a secret-not-so secret crush on her childhood best friend

She will not back down from a fight, especially if her youngest brother (Raiden) gets bullied by the other kids.

And lastly, we got Raiden! The youngest and aged 3. The perfect blend between you and Caleb

Very well-loved by his big siblings.

Compared to Gale and Lumi, Raiden was smaller and a bit more sickly, causing everyone to fuss over him (especially Lumi. Their bond is very special like that). Despite being a sickly child, he has the fattest baby cheeks out of the three of them!

He loves to help out in the kitchen and is the family's taste tester when it comes to meals.

Is much more introverted and shy compared to his big siblings because of how protected he was as a baby.

Collectively, they all love their father's cooking. It was something they always looked forward too, no matter how mundane and everyday it was.

They miss their dad a lot , especially when he's away in Skyhaven. They call always (using your phone) to talk and promise that they will visit him too! Occasionally, the family finds itself at Skyhaven to spend the day together and will cling onto him wherever they go.

Caleb is a very protective father. You thought it was bad when it was just you? No, no, it gets worse when those three around now.

SPOILERS FOR HIS MYTH but, you and the children are part of that small percentage in his memories that he can remember and claim as his own truly.

At the end of the day, Caleb does his best to protect and cherish your children. Despite enemies surrounding him at all sides and him trying to grapple with who he really is, he knows one thing for sure: he is their father and he will do everything and anything to ensure two things: their smiles and their happy lives

a/n: now that we got to meet papa Caleb and his babies, that means it'll be a matter of time before papa rafayel and papa xavier and their kids come along too! I hope to finish their kids introduction soon so that I can make little fics, scenarios and incorrect quotes ft. The kids and their parents. And eventually when they'll be adults (but that'll take a while, I want to enjoy writing first as kids and the lads men being trying their best to be good papas) thank you so much for the support so far! I hope you're also enjoying this au and the kids as much as I enjoy writing them!

[ender-cloud]

Jekyll and Hyde are so silly chat I love them so much

Tgs spoilers Under the cut

This, this right here, this is projecting. Before even knowing about Hyde he has this assumption about him because he’s always seen Hyde as smaller than him. He is trying to belittle Hyde so Hyde will give up.

In any other world Hyde wouldn’t have gone into the mind Scape if he had given up, I dont think Jekyll is thinking right. This man has some block in his brain, because why is he all of a sudden so blind to see things infront of him.

What is that block? Well its like a truama block, its easier to say Hyde has given up because he is trying to finally have his peace. He’s spent all of this time worrying about keeping it secret and then all of a sudden it’s revealed to the entire society?

It feels to Jekyll that HES the one who LOST, not Hyde, so he’s projecting that onto Hyde. Deep inside he feels like a failure, and is having a hard time believing that Hyde could be stronger than him because Hyde is supposed to be the bad part of him.

The split wasnt all 50/50, some things that Jekyll may not have wanted to get rid of are in Hyde.

Hyde has realized that he’s got to make Jekyll see how strong and determined he actually is.

All Hyde wants to do is bring Jekyll back because He wants to go back to normal, he wants everything to be the same, back to how it always was, because he’s terrified of the prospect of change. Even if things weren’t always the greatest his relationship with Jekyll is what kept him, well himself.

You can even see it here, even though he may need to be vulnerable to get Jekyll back, he can’t help but take a jab at Jekyll because thats their dynamic.

But it’s also because he’s scared, he doesn’t know where they are, he dosent know if he can win, and he doesn’t know if he can even get Jekyll, or even himself back safely.

Jekyll’s shock could be because Hyde fought back, or because hes just Shocked that Hyde would ever want to save him after everything he did and how he fought with Hyde for so many years, he dosent get how Hyde could want to save him.

In his mind, it feels like Hyde is trying to trick him, trying to get him back, just to make his life hell once again. He dosent know about Lanyon, he dosent know about anything thats going on in the world, all he knows is that Hyde betrayed him by exposing them to all of the lodgers + his lover.

They are 5 year olds your honor.

This made me giggle, I get that this is supposed to be serious in their mind but just imagine it voice acted and it just make things so much better.

“No im not!” “Yes you are!” They act like Little kids!!!!

Anyways, back to the actual update: as i said above, Jekyll dosent trust Hyde, he thinks its a trick and while we know its not it makes so much sense why he does.

But Hyde is not having it, he has tried so hard and has risked his life just for Jekyll to tell him no? Of course they are going into an altercation (no matter how childish it is)

They’ve always acted in this kinda brotherish dynamic. Where they would fight but kind of in a childish way, and I think that’s mostly because Hyde.

Hyde has some childish tendencies which Jekyll gets caught up into it often, especially when their emotions are both high and overwhelming that they have to express them in someway and that’s how they know how too, its always worked for them and for a moment it seems like things are going back to normal.

First off, Just look at Hyde’s pose in this, even though the fight ended he isnt going to just give up just like that, no matter what Jekyll might think of him.

He’s not giving up, not just for himself, but he’s not giving up hope for Jekyll. He knows Lanyon is trusting him to do this and he dosent want to fail him aswell.

So much is riding on Hyde and Jekylls stubbornness is ruining his plans. He will probably just follow Jekyll, if he cant convince him one way there must be another, he will probably change his approach or keep on doing it until Jekyll breaks.

He needs to make Jekyll realize that he’s not useless, he needs to make Jekyll realize that people still care for him, especially Lanyon.

To get Jekyll back Hyde needs to give him hope.

[angelicblondie]

ballerina!reader x luke (MDNI)

note: based on this request ೀ⋆⑅ also a follow up on this post :*:·ﾟ

you and luke had only really been dating for a few months. it was safe to say that you were falling fast, though - father than you had ever really fallen.

there was something so alluring about luke that had you gravitating to him - his charm, his michevious smile that told you he was up to no good, the soft raven curls that your fingers threaded through when his lips met yours - you weren't sure what it was, but you were too lost in him to truly care.

luke had you wrapped around his finger, just like you had him wrapped around yours.

ever since that fateful meeting in the woods, the two of you seem to be transfixed by the other, much to the confusion of both your friends. it was just like one day, the two of you went from strangers to talking every day, and no one quite knew why.

i mean, no one was complaining - luke was practically camp royalty, and everyone seemed to love the sweet ballerina from cabin 10, so in a way, the two of you just made sense.

you weren't exactly sure when it shifted from friendship to something more. maybe it had just always been that way, but regardless, luke had asked you to officially be his girlfriend just about 4 months ago, and you had never been happier.

luke was such an attentive boyfriend, much to your surprise. you had heard of lukes reputation, how he tended to get around with girls, so your were honestly a little apprehensive about dating him (despite you fat, massive crush), but he more than surpassed your expectations, and had been ever the gentlemen.

he was so sweet and patient, so understanding of your boundaries and fears. he always made sure you were comfortable whenever things got a bit more intimate, and always knew how to read you to understand how you were feeling. one look at the scrunch in your brows, or the stiffening in your body was enough to tell him you were starting to get a bit uncomfortable with where things were going, which was enough for him to slow down.

whilst of course luke understood your hesitancy to take things further, little luke wasn't as understanding.

luke was really starting to fall for you - you made it so easy for him. he struggled with his words sometimes, and he wasn't sure how to make it clear to you how much you had already taken up a special place in his heart in such a short amount of time.

the only way he knew how to express his fond feelings, was through physical actions. so maybe thats part of the reason he felt somewhat eager to take the next step, but he also knew a large part of it was that you were just so irresistible.

you on the other hand, were terrified. you really really liked luke, could even be falling for him, but had never really been that intimate with someone before. sure, you've had boyfriends before, and you've had sex once or twice, but you were no where near as experienced as your boyfriend.

it scared you. what if you weren't as good as the other girls luke had slept with? what if you were disappointing for him, and didn't live up to his expectations? and besides, you had seen lukes dick and he was far bigger than your ex, and you knew it would almost be like loosing your virginity again, and that added a whole other layer of fear.

but you also knew that at the end of the day, it was just luke. deep down, you knew he wouldn't judge you, that no matter what, whatever happened wouldn't change the way he felt about you. still, you just couldn't get out of your head.

that all changed though, on a friday night in late october. all your siblings had gone out, either into the nearest town to trick or treat, or to the woods to party. you and luke had been sitting by the firepit, laughing and talking and quiet voices, huddle up together, you in his sweater.

luke had his arms around you, looking down with that glint in his eyes that had you blushing instantly. every now and then a breeze would come by and blow his hair all around, eliciting giggles from you, as you reached up to fix the raven strands.

you shivered a bit. "getting cold?" luke asked in a mumble, and you nodded. "mhm," you turned to look up at him, narrowing your brows. "how are you not? your wearing short sleeves."

luke chuckled then shruged. "dunno, babe. guess i'm just indestructible." he smirked.

you rolled your eyes. "mhm, sure." and stood up, pulling him along with you. you trudged over to the dimly lit and extraordinarily neat aphrodite cabin, and flopped down on your bed.

your heard luke shuffling around, and looked up when you felt him toss a pair of pajamas next to you on the mattress. luke had already gotten changed into a pair of plaid pajama pants, and left himself shirtless.

you sent a grateful smile his way and walked up to kiss his cheek, mumbling a thanks as you walked into the bathroom, changing in the nightgown luke had picked for you.

it wasn't unusual for luke to sleep over every now and then, especially this time of year when most of your siblings were home - luke didn't really have that luxury, given his cabin is home to a lot more campers.

besides, your siblings really didn't mind, when they were here. your bed was luckily pretty separated from everyone else's, and considering your mother, your siblings were just happy that you were in a relationship.

you came out of the bathroom and found luke on your bed. you crawled in next to him, lying on his chest as you both sighed contently. lukes hand went to rest on the other side of your head, playing with your hair.

"think your siblings will be back any time soon?" he asked in a quiet mumble. you lift your head to look at the time, to see it is only 7:15. you shake your head. "no way. i wouldn't expect anyone back until at least, like, 11:00," you respond, laying back down.

lukes hand continued to run through your hair as he hummed. "just you and me then, huh?"

you bit your lip and nodded, lifting your head to look up at him, resting your chin on his toned chest. "just us."

luke hummed with a subtle smirk, and leaned forward to catch your lips in a soft kiss. the kiss lasted a long moment before he broke away. "lucky me," he whispered, before connecting yours lips again.

you smiled against him, using your elbows to slightly push your self up, making it easier to kiss him.

the two of you went on for a while, a subtle game between your tounges as they teased the other. lukes hands inched down you body, and everytime his grip tightend you let out a soft gasp into lukes mouth.

you really liked kissing luke. before him, you had never really enjoyed kissing all that much, if you were honest - it was always to wet and sloppy, and you just couldn't understand why people did it.

but ever since luke, it all started to make sense. it wasn't kissing that was the problem, it was the people you were kissing. luke was an unbelievably good kisser, and he made you want to go for hours.

luke lifted your waist so you could shift on top of him a bit more as the kiss began to get heated. your nightgown shifted up, revealing more and more skin for lukes hungry hands to explore.

your lips separated from lukes to trail down to his neck, sucking little love marks into the skin. luke quietly groaned, squeezing just below your ass as you did so.

you felt a familiar tingle in your stomach as you subtly ground into lukes lap, feeling his obvious hard on. for once you didn't feel that jolt in your chest at the idea of going further with luke.

luke could tell when he didn't see the usual tell tale signs he would be seeing by now - there was no scrunch in your brows, no stiffness in your body language - you seemed utterly relaxed and not to get cocky, really into it.

lukes hands slid up to your waist and he squeezed the skin a few times, trying to get your attention. you pulled away from his neck and looked up at him, your lips swollen red and cheeks flushed, and luke could easily say he'd never seen you look prettier.

the two of you panted against each other, trying desperately to catch your breaths. "y'okay?" luke asked breathlessly, searching your eyes for an answer.

you nodded softly with a shy smile. "yeah, m'good."

"yeah? this ok?" he asked, his expressing still serious as he experimentally ran his fingers down to the bottom of your ass, gently pushing you against him.

you nodded again, trying to keep your composure despite the breath that left you at the contact. you were pretty much flush against him, the only barrier between you and his cock was your panties and his pajama pants, since you could tell by how close the two of you were he had forgone boxers.

"mhm, more than," you replied, nudging your nose with his.

luke felt excitement stir in his chest, and lower areas, but he tried to keep composure, not wanting to scare you off. he couldn't hold back the smirk that lit up his feature though. "yeah?" he asked, his voice soft and smooth, causing goodsbumps to trail up your skin.

you nodded once more, leaning in again. "yeah," you whisper against his lips, reconnecting them. luke happily obliged, taking a bit more of a dominant approach now, his tongue exploring your mouth as he lightly grinded you into him.

you felt wetness pool in your panties as your clothed clit continuously brushed over his dick, and the gear in your stomach tightening. you knew luke was probably pretty dominant in bed, due to the hints and sneak peaks you had already gotten from him so far, but you had no idea the effect it would have on you. luke had barely touched you and you were already coming undone.

after a while of you dry humping, luke pulled away, his eyes scanning over your face.

"y'ok if i get you ready for me?" he asks, and his words cause you to clench your thighs. your hands that were resting on his shoulders ran down to his hips as you nodded. "mhm, go ahead," you whispered, and luke lips tilted up, leaning up to leave a peck against yours.

you sat up a bit. "how d'you want me?" you asked, your voice coming out more submissive than you realized. lukes cock twitch at how innocently obedient your words came out, and clenched his jaw to contain himself.

he swalloed and sat up a bit, leaning back against the headboard. "come sit on my lap, but turn away from me." he directed.

you followed his instructions, crawling back over to him and sat against his chest. luke almost instantly pulled your legs apart, keeping them apart with his knees.

with his hands teasingly placed on your lower thighs, he bent his head down to whisper in your ear. "this still ok?" he asked, and you could hear the slight smirk in his tone, which told you he could tell what he was doing to you.

you nodded once again, your eyes never leaving his hands. "mhm, please," you whisper pleadingly.

"please what? want me to tocuh you?" he asked, his voice faux confused.

you nodded breathlessly. "please."

"so polite," he cooed, and followed you pleas, moving his hands slowly up your thighs. you swallowed harshly as he approached your lacy panties, toying with the material.

you felt him take in a sharp inhale as his fingers teased over you, feeling your wetness seap through. you felt his lustful gaze on the side of your head. "your so wet," he marveled in a low, raspy tone.

you bit your lip to hold back your moans as his fingers ran over your clothed mound. eventually he decided the torture was enough and slipped under the lace, running his fingers down you wet folds. you gasped softly, pushing yourself further back against him.

his digits slowly explored you, not paying any attention to your throbbing clit, or your weeping hole, just spreading around the lingering wetness and feeling you up.

you arched your back against him as you panted like a bitch in heat. you had never really been teased like this before, and boy did it have you needy for him.

you whined a bit as he passed over your clit again, neglecting it as he rubbed every area around it. he shushed you softly, his other hand squeezing your waist. "its ok, baby, i'll get there eventually. just let me feel all of you first."

you moaned softly and nodded, squeezing your eyes shut as your head fell back against his shoulders, face scrunched in pleasure.

luke observed your features with a pleased look, and an almost cocky smile. he momentarily pulled his fingers away to help you slide off your panties, and toss them to the side, and then continued to tease your poor pussy. feeling he had tortured you enough, after what felt like hours he finally gave in, two of his fingers slid into you, and his thumb applied pressure to your bud.

you let out a strangled gasp, and lifted yourself up to try and see. luke used his free hand to hold you down, looking down at his fingers in almost awe. "shhh, shh, its ok, doing so good for me." he whispered praisingly, his thumb beginning to circle your red, throbbing clit.

lukes fingers curled inside you and you let out a whimper, your hands gripping the bed sheets beside you. "fuck, luke," you all but whined, and he left a gentle kiss on your shoulder. it was taking everything in him not to thrust up from under you, because he really wanted to make this all about your pleasure, and he wanted this to be a good experience for you, so you would feel comfortable doing it again.

luke experimentally added in another finger and you gasped at the stretch. he slowed down his movements a bit to get you used to it, but didn't once stray from his movements on your clit.

you attempted to shut your legs due to the overwhelming pleasure, but his knees holding yours apart stopped you from doing so.

after a while, your felt the gear in your stomach tightening, and luke could tell you were getting closer and closer. he suddenly stopped, and you let out a soft whine at the loss of contact. luke smirked a bit, and turned the two of you around so he was hovering over you.

he backed away a bit, keeping eye contact with you as he slid off his pants, his dick being revealed. you swallowed a bit, looking down at him then back up at his eyes.

luke could see the slight fear in your expressing and he smiled reassuringly. "ill go slow, dont worry." he assured, and you smile shyly up at him as he crawled back above you.

you decided to keep your nightgown on just at the off chance someone walked in, and luke lowered himself down to you, aligning himself with your entrance.

he once again found your eyes, and intense expression on his face. "you sure? you can still back out if you want to."

you smile softly and nodded, your hands running down his chest. "m'sure, really."

he nodded and his lips tilted up, biting down on his lip as he tried to slowly enter you.

you gasped at the pleasurable stretch. you were tight, that much he already knew. luckily you were wet though, it made it much easier for him to slide in.

luke slowly slid in, his eyes never once leaving yours. one hand gripped your waist for stability and his other was placed on the mattress beside your head for support.

you could tell he was holding back for your sake, that he wanted to be going faster, harder - you thought it was really nice of him to be doing all this for your sake, but you also knew that it was the bare minimum.

once luke bottomed out, he let himself rest there for a second, giving you time to ajust to his sheer size. he tilted his head back a bit, shutting his eyes tight and scrunching his face up. gods you were tight.

he eventually slowly lifted up out of you, causing you to gasp and grip his hips. he repeated that pattern of slowly sliding in and out of you, letting you slowly but surely adjust to the pleasureful sting his dick caused.

soon the sting became more bearable and you began to moan at the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of you, filling you up to the brim.

luke muttered cursed under his breath, mumbling out praises. "fuck, so good, angel. taking me so well."

lukes pace became a bit faster, and he was already holding himself back. he knew he could make you cum, with how close you just were when he was fingering you and with how he could tell you had never taken a dick the size of his, so he was focussed on doing that before cumming himself.

the noises that left your lips became louder and louder as the pleasure intensified. you tried to keep the volume down though, and instead ran your fingers up to his shoulder, gripping hard.

luke groaned, laughing a bit to himself in pleasure. "fuuuuckkk," he dragged out, looking down, mesmerized by the sight of him sliding in and out of you.

your fingers began to scratch down his back as you tossed you head against the pillows. "luke, fuck," you whimpered out.

the pleasureful sting of your nails made his cock twitch and he let out another groan, speeding up his pace.

you gasped. "luke, m'close, please don't stop."

"shit, me too angel. its ok, let go for me."

the feeling of his his hand reaching down to circle your clit, combined with his words set you off. your back arches up as you gasp softly, closing your eyes as you feel the euphoria wash over you.

luke fucks you through your high, than pulls out, pumping himself dry onto the exposed skin of your stomach. luke throws his head back and groans, his adams apple becoming prominent as his lips hang open. you watch, mesmerized.

after a long second of the two of you catching your breaths, luke looks down at you, a satisfied smirk adorning his lips.

he wanders off into the bathroom and your head falls against the pillow as you close your eyes.

a bit later he walks back into the room, sliding his pants on and sitting next to you on the bed. you flutter your eyes open to meet the sight of luke cleaning you. you smile softly and watch fondly.

he meets your eyes for a second and smiles, his dimples popping out.

after you slide your nightgown down again, you pull luke back towards the pillows and you spend the rest of the night talking and kissing, basking in the post-sex glow.

[mohntilyet]

is this a safe space to admit i really don't even like the lines in lucanis' first romance scene where he says something like "perfectly gathered clouds of doom" . but that does not stop me from loving him very much. i'm choosing to see this as a guy who is the terrible combo of reads romance novels, has never had a romantic relationship before AND his definition of 'good flirt' is synonymous with 'illario' so he's got an incorrect definition of what's actually romantic. the less lucanis is specifically trying to be romantic the more he becomes irresistible but i don't think he's caught onto that yet

[bacchuschucklefuck]

it just idea .......

[radioroxx]

What do you think Odile does for a living? She feels teacher like to me. What do you think she would do post canon?

HMMMM THIS IS GOOD QUESTION…

ive seen a lot of people hc her as a teacher / professor so i!! think that suits her pretty well. specifically as someone who studies + specializes in different types of craft (that would be why shes so proficient in multiple craft spells. also how she was able to figure out the loops stuff, AND to find something that could prevent siffrin from looping back).

post canon i am not sure… i am always torn between how the party would handle things post canon. obviously they would keep travelling for a bit, odile alongside her family without the stress of. constant sadness encounters + a king to kill lol. i think maybe she would get to take her time, reeaally get to know vauguardian culture when not within. a crisis. as was her original intention.

eventually. EVENTUALLY. when the family settles down somewhere (i am a “they all get a big house together” believer lol) she would get back into craft stuff. maybe go back into teaching too—surely people would be eager to hire a saviour. especially though i think it would be neat of her to try looking into wish craft etc, as a long forgotten form of craft. to satisfy her own curiosity, for siffrins sake, or just as a way of preserving the countries culture in whatever ways possible.

[possiblyfunny]

With all the Missing Numbers Doodles popping up today, I finally found it in me to actually doodle and not care about how it looked. Anyways—

Here is Aster’s Halloween Costume! I didn’t color it, but Aster is Little Red Riding Hood and Del is the Werewolf. He’s not trick-or-treating, by the way—he’s just handing out king-sized chocolate bars to everyone he passes while walking around!

It’s not much- Just a goofy little thing to celebrate the holiday. Happy Halloween, everyone!

(Psst-! Hey, @100nebulas ! Starry! I know it’s not a lot, but I promised! Here’s your small dose of Aster content :])

[ratatatastic]

scare the hoes more and keep yapping about ekky (& others) getting used to maffhew, it delights me. and say even more about how sasha handles this feral and sweet omega that gets dropped into his orbit. smth smth “feels like i’ve known him 10 years” or whatever vows sasha recited to the press, cameras, and god

apparently we are taking more tumblr user ratatatastic abo yap thoughts for 500 may god hear our screams up wherever he is. big man in the sky you fuckin owe me one.

i think theres so much in particular to say in concerns of 1619 and how quickly they gelled irl but even more so in an abo au

ive always enjoyed when people assign matthew stronger scents that take getting used to if you don't like it already and i know ive read a fic where his scent notes did skew towards stronger cinnamon foods/drinks

anyways on that note it wouldnt surprise me that sasha takes so easy to this spicy little omega.

Like of course he does, he smells like the pastries he used to eat back at home, the pastries he eats now because he's found an established Finnish bakery down here that makes them homemade every morning, the bakery he likes to frequent with the other Finns when he can.

Is it ever a wonder that the cute omega that sent him such a terribly sweet text when the trade news broke out (you know, after the initial excitement worn off because Sasha does chuckle at memory of the brash "Fucking, right!" that pinged on his phone the very first time from an unknown number) smells like... home... No matter all the rumours that have swirled around Matthew, the rumours Sasha has personally experienced himself playing against him...he smells nostalgic. Like Sasha could be at home right now—you know, home home—lounging outside his cottage with tea and pastries on the little table that he's set out. The warm cinnamon that wafts from the typically sterile room they've assigned for pressers smells divine, for lack of a better word. It smells indulgent. Because Sasha can't have those homely pastries all the time, what, with his training regiment.

It's why he doesn't quite believe it that Matthew's the one that's the centre of it all. He's absolutely convinced he's hallucinating because the season is about to start and he's had to cut back on all his favourite sweets as much as it pains him to but for the betterment of the team? He'd do anything. And yet despite the way he rubs at his nose to at least try to clear it, he smells that cinnamon. That cinnamon that's definitely coming from new omega they traded over who's laughing so obnoxiously at the lectern they have set up that if his scent didn't catch your attention, his loud mannerisms certainly did. His voice is practically bouncing off the walls in big loud echoes that should hurt Sasha’s ears. Emphasis on should. As it is he finds his heart melting more than it should instead.

It's been quite a long time since someone's scent has moved him this much. All the people that have, have been in his life for so long he's forgotten what it's like to feel instant scent compatibility. His nostrils are flaring and he's trying his best not to open his mouth to huff in big gulps of it because it's rather impolite to be so obviously scenting the new guy. It could be misconstrued as Sasha taking offence to the new presence in the room.

Some part of his brain is still trying to catch up to the idea that Matthew even smells at all because the first time he met him (down here for some joint offseason ice-time) he didn't particularly smell like much, if at all really. Whether it's because he put on blockers to not intrude on pack territory until he smelled more like them, or he was still on suppressants even in the summer, Sasha wasn't sure and he definitely wasn't going to ask about it.

Known him for 10 years? He feels like he's known him his whole life. But 10's a safe number, 10's a number that won't scare off this new omega, right? 10's a number that conveys "As Captain I want this to work out, I'm opening up my pack for you, I won't shun you, you're welcome here," and not "If I stick my nose in your neck right now to scent you, they're gonna have to forcibly evict me from the new home I've found in you, and it's not gonna be a pretty outcome."

It's also why he's a little nervous when Media Day is over because despite how much it dragged along in years past it practically blitzed by and now Sasha has to—

You know, properly scent the new addition. Give them the purring acceptance of their Pack leader's scent to carry with them. And it's nothing big, it's just some chaste wrist rubbing... something subtle and not too overwhelming for everyone: the pack, and the newcomer alike. It's not like Sasha is going to mouth at Matthew's neck glands. He doesn't think he can even handle that right now but that's a problem for future Sasha—for when Matthew is really part of the pack and not like a goldfish in a plastic bag being dunked into an aquarium to get used to the water temperature. He just has to rub his wrist against his, it's like basic Alpha etiquette. It'll be fine, mostly. He hopes.

And it's as anticlimactic as he thought it'd be: gentle reintroductions and reignited chatter of excitement about the new season that's about to start... maybe just with the new lingering scent of sweet and spice in the background as if someone lit up a candle without Sasha even noticing it. It's a struggle to keep his eyes from closing from how heavy they feel, from how relaxed he feels in the presence of this new omega he knows has pissed him off on several occasions as composed as he was about it.

Matthew presents his wrist in a flourish successfully managing to divert his attention back to what they're supposed to be doing all alone like this in the dressing room like this, "I'm sure you've been dying to do this huh, Cap?"

Sweat starts to break out at the back of his neck. He knows? Sasha doesn't think he's been sending off any signals that could've hinted otherwise but Sasha admits that he's well out of practise, he hasn't had to reign in his scent this much in such a long time, and maybe Matthew picked up his weird fixation—

Matthew waggles his eyebrows for extra effect an offbeat later when the joke doesn't seem to land the way he wanted it to.

Oh, thank Christ, he's just teasing him. It's a joke. He doesn't actually mean it in the way Sasha thought he meant.

"Yes. Yes, I have," Sasha chuckles in relief, shaking his head at Matthew's attempt to lighten the mood.

"10 years, or so I've heard, bud."

"You heard? Uh, listened to the..." he trails off.

"Kinda hard not to when the setup made it sound like you were in the middle of the Earth, my guy. I don't think my ears are ever gonna recover from that."

"It's the first day for everyone," Sasha lightly chastises, not particularly aggrieved at all but wanting to keep up the banter to stall for time, so he can prepare himself. Quite honestly he feels like travelled back in time to the young anxious Alpha he was breaking out into the league for the first time.

"Be gentle, I bruise easily."

"Right, gentle. I'll treat you better than my clothes on the delicate cycle."

"Is that supposed to be a line?" Matthew says in glee, his voice pitching into incredulity.

"Line like fishing?"

"Oh, come on! You know what I'm talking about! You've been in this country long enough to pick up on that!"

"Yes, yes, that."

Matthew shoves at his shoulder playfully. "Just go on and do the thing already."

"Doing the thing."

Matthew snorts but his wrist is limp in Sasha’s hold. And as much as it was a dumb joke he does feel delicate between his fingers like that. So delicate that when he rubs his own wrist against his—to transfer over their pack scent—he feels like he's going to break it if he holds onto it for too long. It's why he drops it as quick as he took it, hands scrambling to his sides in an effort to remain polite but also to get a handle on himself so his pheromones don't go haywire with the new stimulus. It's a bit of a losing battle because he knows his scent just. But he can play it off as the excitement of an Alpha being able to claim another member to his pack, it's a possessive kind of thing.

"Well, see you around! Call it a hunch but I have a feeling we'll be seeing more of each other." And the joke wasn't funny the first time, truly the equivalent of leaning on the office fax machine and going "You come here often?" to your coworkers who just want to get their work done—and just as sleazy too with the greasy grin Matthew has permanently stuck to his face but Sasha still laughs like he did the first time he heard it.

And it's only now that Matthew is gone that Sasha realises the room smells strongly of cinnamon, so potent that anyone with a working nose would be able to tell that. Like Matthew was doing his best to ease Sasha’s obvious nerves when Sasha should've been the one to calm the omega who's been uprooted from their own pack and thrown into a completely new environment, himself.

"Jesus, it reeks in here. Smells like cinnamon," Aaron wrinkles his nose, wandering back in after his own media duties were done, finding Sasha all alone in the locker rooms.

"It does?" Like he can't tell the room smells like the equivalent of someone knocking over a Yankee Candle into an open fire.

"Yeah, like an awful lot." Aaron scrunching up his nose, trying to fight off an incoming sneeze. "It's strong," he says without thinking, swallows before his eyes shift over to Sasha and then to the floor, "Not bad just... strong..." The I can get used to it is left unspoken between them.

"I like it," Sasha admits because if Aaron is confessing to things without thinking then he might as well too. They've known each other long enough.

"I can tell." Aaron snorts, "You reek too."

Sasha lets out a questioning little noise, tilts his head to the side as he silently urges Aaron to continue.

"You have no idea what cinnamon and cardamom smell like together, do you? I feel like I walked into a bakery when I should be at the gym right now."

"Is that bad?"

"For you? No, of course not," Aaron's eyes soften, and while his scent wasn't anywhere close to abrasive, it does lighten up just a tad bit in the presence of his pack Alpha. "For me? I'd rather dunk my head in a bucket of coffee beans." A bit of an exaggeration on Aaron's part but the wry grin he has on really adds to the fact he's just joking—just a little, maybe there's some truth hidden in there. He knows how Aaron is, the way he tries to downplay anytime he bristles about something. Peace and vibes, and all that.

So Sasha can joke as well, "Forsy's stall is over there," and motions his head towards it across the room.

"Oh, hilarious."

"If I was funny I would say jock."

"You know, what? I think I will hit the gym today, thanks for reminding me."

"Mmm, anytime." And when Aaron's half out the door he adds, "Ask the staff where they put the jerseys we used today!"

"I'm going! To the gym!" he echoes back, not bothering to turn around as he shuffles down the hall in a hurry, and decidedly not going in the direction of the gym. It's not surprising when he hears chatter pick up and shoes scuffing briskly into the direction of the laundry rooms.

[pikslasrce]

pussy so androgynous it causes a major fandom schism approximately 194 times a month

[themyscirah]

WE GOTTEM BOYS

[perilegs]

not an astarion defender in the traditional sense, but in the sense that the whims he gets approval from are funny. i would also approve of someone throwing shit at people who asked them to smear their face with said shit

[jiimwii]

cyberpsychosis could maybe be so cool if it was people being possessed by some sort of rouge ai,or as part of a corporate conspiracy. like as a planned obsolescence thing where certain parts during production are programmed to make people Do That after a certain point so you have to buy the next new 20,000eddies cannon arms to replace the nearly identical previous model or else you might kill everyone you love and die because your cyberwares "outdated". or untraceable viruses infecting competing corporations cyberware using their rival's customer's livelihoods to sabotage their profits. and maybe any one of those things works in such a way that its designed to detect atypical brain chemistry in a host,and thus triggers more frequently with them to tage advantage of and use those people as a scapegoat and a way to further fear monger against them,and you can uncover that this is the case. or something along those lines. and the more cyberware someone has the more likely it is that they could encounter any of these scenarios. but no it is just #crazy people being too #crazy.

[ragnars-tooth]

i completely and absolutely hallucinated the last time i read firestar apparently bc i was ten thousand percent sure russ shot beargstrom at the end. i thought that man was so dead. so imagine my surprise rereading tfe properly rn.

(i was already too confused by whos who irt the bears last time anyway so if anything its making me feel LESS stupid that i just misread a paragraph and fucked up the entire plotline for myself <- it will happen again)

consider this a public acknowledgment that it turns out idk what the hell is happening in these books, soz <3 i will continue to lie by accident and make shit up 🥰

[mxdotpng]

the zestiria anime fixes and also messes up many things at the exact same time its actually kind of impressive i have to salute them for it

[vaguelydefinedshapes]

yayy increasing my dose seems to be helping!

[mikeru-funzies]

THERES SO MUCH I WABT TO SAY ABOUT THIS /POS

rant in the tags

nevermind I reached the tag limit. sigh. ok well there’s more I could say but in conclusion GOOD I LIKE THIS AU👍👍

Overdue info dump/reference sheet on my stupid fartsy pantsy lotf au (I call it ‘Lord of the Flies if William Golding Locked the Fuck in’ or, ‘Locked In Au’ for short 🤗) please be nice to me

Misc infodump that’s more to do with world building/designs ⬇️

Designs:

Not everything is particularly “set in stone”, these are kinda rough designs I’ve been working on. They might change in the future- might not. But that’s okay! I tried to make them distinct and more realistic, unfortunately my art style comes from drawing anime characters all my life so that didn’t really work out. Please think that Jack is ugly… my friend says that I made everyone conventionally attractive and I did not mean to- please think Maurice and Jack are ugly I’m begging. Also I’m aware Piggy is a bit thinner than he’s meant to be… I’m working on it. Hopefully the more I draw him, the more weight accurate he’ll be.

Also I’m keeping the heights in inches. Fuck you, I love my country 🇲🇾🇲🇾🇲🇾🇲🇾🇲🇾🇲🇾🦅🦅🦅🦅💥💥💥💥

World Building:

This is an au where their little plane didn’t crash and they took a trip to America for a choir show! Other kids besides the choir got to go on for good behavior/good grades. That’s where they all met and they all became friends :3 I am very boring, and enjoy slices of lives. I only wish for them to have a simple life living in late 1950s Britain and going to boarding school with each other.

I’ll post more about them, if you have any questions please use my ask box! I love looking through it

Bye bye