#this got very long but woods are special ok

[destielembarker]

SFW & NSFFW ABC’s: LOGAN HOWLETT x Fem!READER EDITION

tags: FLUFFY, THEN EQUAL AMOUNTS NOT, cuddling, crying reader, fighting, blood, angry logan, pain kink, biting, hair pulling (m! receiving), no use of “y/n”, reader has a pus$y, cheating (mentioned), dirty talk, x-men characters, wade wilson, 18+ (let me know what else i need to add)

notes: i have severe adhd so be prepared for these not to be answered in the way they were intended but the appreciation is there all the same. also shitty grammar bc i decided to be a STEM major. please comment if you enjoyed!! love hearing your opinions.

SFW alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

This mfer does NOT do pda but that doesn’t mean he isn’t affectionate. You’ve grown to be okay with it. When it’s just you two in yalls bedroom in the mansion, he will never take his hands off you. Always following you to each room like a lost puppy. You’ve had to kick him out the bathroom a few times bc he says he doesn’t care but come on! He tries so hard to use his words too but it never comes out quite right so he sticks to physical touch.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

His hard ass dismissive attitude makes it hard to be friends with him and he knows that. ‘Push everyone away so you never get hurt’ kinda situation. But you bond in making fun of people. you both giggle when Scott trips over a chair and hell, if you’re gonna be mean, might as well do it together. The moment that solidified it between you two is when you had been in the mansion for about a week but never seen Logan before. You walk into Xavier’s office where he was chatting with Jean and you immediately blurt out “Nice hairdo dickhead!” and he, without missing a beat, responds, “Nice forehead fuckass!” and he mocks your fake gasp.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

This man doesn’t cuddle, he cages you in, in literal adamantium bars. He wraps his entire body around you and holds on tight like it’s his last time. You’re also smaller than him so his stomach is curled around your back and once he’s asleep, there’s no fucking way you’re moving his arms bc they are so heavy. His legs also braid between yours so you’re immobilized. You’ve had to explain a few times that he gets hot at night and breathing is a necessary function but he doesn’t change.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Bachelor of what, 200 years now? (he’s got some bad habits) He’s very weary when it comes to settling but mentioning a nice place in the woods peaks his interest. It takes a lot for him to admit that’s what he wants but when he does, you know instantly he isn’t just the type to settle with anyone and you’re special. He’s dated yes, but he usually plays the typical male card on some house work tho. He handles a majority of the outside work while inside he doesn’t care for much. Which is ok bc he allows you to be a stay at home wife bc of the nature of his work and he wants you to be as safe as possible.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It ain’t logan if it doesn’t go down in flames. and shit it would. He would definitely hit you where it hurts saying things like “I never loved you, you were simply accessible and easy!” and “Why do you care so much about me when I care so little about you?” and shit. it causes so much pain and resentment you’ve rather him cheat on you at this point.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Oh this a long long long wait but you two ain’t rushing to get hitched. He must first feel you’re worthy to keep around first because he ain’t just giving his heart away willy nilly, he’s been hurt multiple times and so have you. But after you almost died on a mission trying to save him he knew you were the one. And hell you’re already doing what married couples do now just without the kids, ceremony, and rings. He knows you’re his and you know he’s yours. You suggested the idea of rings but he claimed he would lose it so don’t waste your money on it. but you two mark each other up in other ways to set your claim so…

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s like a big dog that forgets he isn’t a lap dog. You’ve had to remind him he’s bigger and stronger so his seemingly small nudges from him feel like big pushes. He learns quickly and is soft and gentle and considerate too! Kinda same situation for emotionally, he’s a man out of his time so men didn’t really show emotions back then but he knows to keep you around, you gotta hear some type of verbal conformation of his love. He starts slowly with “You look nice today.” then slowly evolves into “I’d rather die than not spend another day with you in my life.” and that’s about as gentle as it gets.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Aside from running hugs (check my last post) he is such a good hugger. Remember what I said about PDA? hugs don’t count. He will wrap is arms around your neck and just stay there while he has conversations with the team. Seeing each other after two weeks? He will pick you up and swing you around after he gets back. He loves to pick you up to hug your middle to hear your heart beat while you hug his head. but sometimes he squeezes too much making you without oxygen.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

This comes after a year of yall being together when you had a massive argument about his relationship with Jean. He is always flirty with her and it makes you kinda jealous, so you confront him about it. He gets defensive and finally blurts out. “I DONT LOVE HER. I LOVE YOU.” and the room goes silent. You both stare at each other for a minute then you just smile and walk out. Not a ‘i love you’ back or anything because he was being a dick. But, eventually it comes later that night in bed. He gets so happy he cuts off your air supply from the kisses and hugs.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

If there’s one major thing that makes him different than the other guys you’ve been with, it’s his possessive jealousy. If another guy does so much as come within 3 feet of you he puts himself between you and him. At the grocery store checking out, and its male cashier? He will do all the talking and paying. And don’t get me started on Scott teasing him about taking you away from him. The claws come out and you have to grab him before he launches himself in Scott’s direction.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

This man and his kisses. I don’t think there’s a place on your body he hasn’t kissed. All over you from the very top of your head to the bottom of your feet he loves it all. And don’t get be started on the ‘racing home from a mission to meet you in your shared bedroom’ kiss. It’s more of a long drawn out sloppy make out session. Half the time you meet him at the door to your shared room and he can’t even say hello before you’re all over him. Where specifically does he like to be kissed you ask? This is the sfw section so use your imagination on that one.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Strangely enough this gruff exterior man loves kids. He prefers if they can walk and talk unless they’re y’all’s. He is such so interactive too. With his increased stamina he loves to tire them out by asking “do you wanna race?” and thus he runs those suckers out so they sleep and you two can do adult things.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s very quiet and grumpy. It starts with him rolling over towards your side of the bed. whether you’re awake or not he kisses your forehead or lips. If he has any extra time he will wrap his body around you and grumbles, “Good morning beautiful” and just hums when you stir awake. He isn’t much of a talker in the morning so you both just place soft kisses on each other until you meet each other in the bathroom for your morning shower together.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Similar situation as morning, depending on what the occasion is. If you’re hanging around the kitchen having a drink with Jean, Scott, and Ororo; he loves to talk and wind down with them then eventually both of you stumble to bed. A lot of kisses and cuddles. Some nights are shared with the both of you watching a movie, cuddled on the couch making occasional comments. He does turn into a grumpy old man when he gets tired so usually you turn to physical affection instead of verbal to keep him happy.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Oh this man has lived and loved. He has double the life time of memories that are fuzzy sometimes so something might remind him of something and tell you about it. I don’t think there is enough time in your life to hear everything there is to know about this man. Your relationship didn’t start on a long emotional outdraw, but, a hot heated physical relationship, then-turned-soft situation. Having to pry into his head about how he feels about certain things usually is how you learned what you do know about him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Anger isn’t the right word when you piss him off. Annoyed is more like it, at least that’s what you think of it like. You know he isn’t really angry because if he was those claws would come out more often. But from an outside perspective he’s saying things like “Shut the fuck up.” and “Stop speaking for 5 goddamn seconds.” and you know he doesn’t really intend harshness, just annoyance. It depends on the situation if he is patient tho. If it’s a serious situation, he will snap at you. If it’s a lovers quarrel he will sit you down and talk about it (with his dick in your mouth)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Logan doesn’t forget any of the smallest details about you. One time you off handily mentioned that you don’t like tomatoes, so when he makes you and sandwich, he remembers no tomatoes for you. It was a tiny gesture but it was so sweet. He knows you like it quiet in the morning and loud music at night. He knows everything, even your favorite brand of tampons.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The month you first met was probably his favorite because all you two were doing was bickering. He would always say he was teasing you but you genuinely were spitting harsh remarks which he laughed off and dismissed. You knew he was attractive from the moment you two locked eyes but the constant arguments lead to a unusual rage that lied somewhere between frustration and hunger. Eventually, one night, it built so much in your body you started drunkly yelling at him, and he started laughed which pissed you off even more. So you marched across the room to smacked that smirk right off his face, that’s when he grabbed your wrist before it collided with his face and shoved you against the wall and started aggressively kissing you quiet. You were so angry trying to push him off but your body got the best of you and your fingers traveled to his hair to pull him closer to deepen the kiss. One thing lead to another and you woke up the next morning in his bed with nothing on.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Go back to J for reference. but he is aggressively protective of you. Claws out anytime he senses something might take you away from him. You attempt the same for him but you both know with his advanced healing and his aggressive behavior, nothing can get to him. And hell, you tried to protect him one time and you almost died, so he usually takes control of physical threats. Verbal threats? He loves to watch you argue with other people about how “taken” he really is, and he stands back with his arms crossed and smirks.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

God forbid you lift a finger on everyday tasks, he always growls and pushes you out of the way. dishes? laundry? cooking? He doesn’t say anything but comes over and takes whatever you’re doing and motions you to sit down. There’s only so much “I got this!” or “Let me do it!” you can say before he stops responding and keeps rinsing the plates in the sink. Where you differ is dates and anniversaries. You love all the “lovey dovey shit”. You never took much interest in any of the romance before but seeing him surrounded in rose petals and candle glow creates such a perfect contradiction you have to keep doing it. You can’t decide if he really likes it or not but he always grumbles and smiles everytime you do something romantic so you keep doing it.

You both really don’t do big gifts but sometimes you find something like a leaf shaped as a heart or a zippo with your initial and a heart around it in a gas station and gift it to him. He does similar things for you just to let each of you know you were thinking of one another when you’re away from each other. The only big gift he does unprovoked is get you a beautiful engagement ring.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Beard trimmings in the sink. Use his claws for unnecessary things which leaves scratch marks on things (there’s only so much you can touch up the paint on the wall before you give up.) Smoking in the house. Leaves the toilet seat up. Works too much. Tracks mud in the house with his work boots. He makes growly noises at night which sometimes stirs you awake. HE SNORES. (not a bad habit but it happens)

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He doesn’t try to but he’s just naturally beautiful. the hair the beard he tries to keep trimmed but he doesn’t really care because you tell him everyday that he is the most physically attractive man that has ever crossed your path.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Definitely. The yearning in his body that he feels when you’re apart for an hour, let alone weeks while on missions is enough to kill him. You know he can’t call you because of spotty service on missions but you still like to send him selfies and he’ll respond when he can with hearts. He isn’t really technologically advanced so that’s what you get but, you know he is smiling on the other end.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

You have a small cat, that he found, that absolutely LOVES him. He acts like he hates her but she always screams and runs towards him when he gets home. She will climb up his back and sit on his shoulders and rubs her head all over his ears, back of head, and face. You get mad at him everytime he swats her off so he just allows it now. Everytime he sits down she is right on his lap. You knew she loved you when he first brought her home after he found her on the side of the road but she loves him even more. Slowly you find him baby talking to her while he makes dinner and eventually he starts referring to her as yalls baby. He knows you would do anything for him, but you do EVERYTHING for this cat so mutual respect is formed.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He hates pop music. Hates high pitched noises. Hates strong smells. Hates getting rained on & having wet clothes. Hates when you do poppy clicky noises with your mouth. hates people who chew with their mouth open. Hates annoying people in general. But everything about you that previous partners have been annoyed about, he loves. (having to unlearn not to keep parts of yourself from him takes a long time.)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

For the first couple of months he told you that you shouldn’t sleep with him because of his nightmares can get so bad that he can accidentally stab you. Well that that ain’t got shit on your insomnia so youre always half awake enough to get out of the way if he does start thrashing. Plus your king size bed is big enough to roll out of the way and not hit the floor.

After a while his restlessness slowly evaporates because he feels so safe around you that the nightmares begin to fade. You both learn that you both get a restful night if you’re cuddled in his arms. No half touches, full on koala on your back. he is big and heavy and it does get hot at night but he doesn’t care, he just pushes the covers off (it helps both of you don’t sleep with much clothes on anyway) and curls around you tighter. It took a while to get use to, but now you cannot sleep without it. His two week long mission returns are met with your dark circles under your eyes. You told him multiple times it’s okay because he is saving people but he can’t help but to feel bad.

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NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jesus christ if you can get a chance for him to stop fucking you for 10 minutes he might partake in aftercare. His stamina is INSANE, he might get a little winded after 3 rounds and give you a break. but after he cums the first time, he is rock hard 5 minutes later. but afterwards you’re too tired to even care what happens but it’s usually met with lots of kisses, check in questions, and obviously cuddles. he is so physical touch driven so if he doesn’t say it, he’ll definitely show it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hair so he keeps it a little longer so you can grip onto it while he eats you out or aggressively making out with you. and he has said multiple times in the beginning that you’re not pulling hard enough so you YANK on his hair which invokes a loud growl from him and starts driving his tongue deeper inside your cunt. that’s when you learn that soft touch’s aren’t doing it for him anymore.

His favorite part on you is your torso. whenever he can he will wrap his hands around your middle and pull you closer to him. your torso can be grabbed anytime he wants to move you or throw you around so his hands will always trace your sides with his fingers and hold you down.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Pls refer to my older nsfw post about this man but to recap this man is absolutely different in terms of his semen than any other man. the fluid production in one ejaculation is probably twice the amount of a normal person. AND it’s thick and potent. the amount of sperm cells are also doubled than a normal person. it’s more of the consistency of liquid glue but without the sticky factor. it sits heavy inside you after one round and you know he isn’t finished.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a AGGRESSIVE breeding kink. he loves to fill your cunt filled to brim with his cum, he presses on your slightly bulged lower tummy to watch the cum drool from your cunt. you both know that IUD isn’t going to hold up much longer so he keeps mentioning things like, “i hope our baby gets your eyes.” and “Do you think we would put them in soccer or baseball?” and you always laugh it off but you’re at the point in your relationship with him that whatever happens, happens.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Bitch, “is he experienced?” is an insult even to think about. Logan Howlett is two hundred fucking years old. and he is a WHORE. you have enough self respect that you don’t even ask what his body count is because you know it’ll be in the high double digits if not triple digits. he knows every person is different but he knows exactly when he hits the spot on his partner and runs with it. you’re no exception. usually your younger partners in the past had to be taught how to please you. he doesn’t, he watches you closely and hit all your buttons plus more the first time you slept together and continues to do it each time.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Oh he loves to watch you ride him. not because he gets the most sexual pleasure from it but because he loves to sit back and smoke his cigar and watch you struggle to keep moving. his cock is so big it pokes out your stomach below your belly button and he loves to rub his hand over it while thumbing your clit. also gravity moves your cervix lower inside you so his tip is nailing it everytime you take him completely. it hurts and he has bruised you a few times but it hurts so good and he loves to watch your thighs shake and hear your whimpers of “Lo please help.” “i can’t do it by myself!” and he just chuckles and deeply growls, “You got this baby girl, keep using me to please yourself.”

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

This man doesn’t fuck around (hehe get it.) no but seriously, he only gets humor from watching you grow more and more desperate for him. he will tease you for a while but once he is fully inside you something takes over him and he begins to get more feral. he bites, he growls, he scratches, and he sucks on your neck claiming you as his. No time for jokes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is fuzzy like a kitten and it doesn’t stop on top of his head. his chest, arms, thighs are all covered in black/brown hair. like his face, he keeps his pubic hair trimmed but not too tight. you have to watch when you give him kisses all over his body because you end up sputtering hair out. of course he likes to watch you struggle and pull spit covered hair out of your mouth after you suck him off.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You both lost the niceties very quickly into your relationship. it’s immediate pouncing onto one another the moment you two are alone. he pulls your hair back from your aggressive make out session causing you to whimper stating, “You want daddy to fuck you now?” he says looking into your eyes. “p-please!” you cry back and immediately he starts ripping off your clothes.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

His sex drive is so fucking high it’s insane. when he is on missions night one he’s already got his cock in his hands thinking about you. if you’re in the same time zone he will send you pictures with the caption “Thinking about you ❤️”

Any other person would disgust you but he has you so whipped that your mouth waters everytime you get a new dick pic from him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Blood play, do you know how giddy this man gets when you’re on your period and he can eat you out. you found it extremely weird at first but seeing the tip of his nose, beard, lips and chin covered in blood when he pulls back to get some air and has that feral terrifying look in his eyes it sparks something inside you. he also likes to mark you with claws. you both know how sharp they are and your lack of healing factor can be fatal but that’s what makes it all the more fun. he is currently sketching his name into your thigh one slash at a time. waiting for that to heal and scar over till he moves on to the next letter. right now your thigh looks like:

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He will take you whenever and wherever he finds fit. you have told him numerous of times that if charles finds yall he’s kicking you both out but that doesn’t stop him. wherever anyone is out of eyesight he will pull you aside and beg for it. empty classroom? laundry room? theater room? he doesn’t care.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The sight of any outfit on you that exposes more skin than usual. little mini skirts and crop tops are his weakness. when you bounce down the stairs into the kitchen for breakfast wearing a old band shirt you cut into crop top and some black denim shorts he almost drops the hot pan he’s holding. which scotty laughs at and he quickly whips his head to him saying, “shut it.” while slowly turning back to you gawking at your exposed tummy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t share. Wade will definitely have asked one night but that resulted in having to buy a new rug for the living room because of the amount of blood wade’s wounds dripped everywhere. he spent at least 10 minutes stabbing him everywhere before Wade said “OKAY, i tap out. i get it. she’s yours.” while you giggled on the couch nursing your third cosmo that wades heavy hand poured.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Logan’s favorite quote when you first got together was “I don’t eat your pussy for your pleasure, I do it for mine.” and shit does he live up to that. he’s so good at it and his tongue gets so deep inside you. his entire mouth latches onto your clit and sucks. you joke he goes blind when he eats you out because he absolutely makes out with your sopping pussy saying, “wrong lips asshole!” which results in him reaching over your torso and wrapping his hand around your throat and pinning you onto the bed while he continues to lick your entire pussy with a flat tongue. he uses both hands to thumb your folds wider so he can get deeper inside you while maintaining eye contact. he loves to kneel on the floor beside your bed and prop you up on pillows beforehand because your elbows usually give out. he loves to watch your face twist and scrunch and listen to your needy whimpers. he keeps conversation to a minimum but occasionally he will pull away with a spit string still attaching his bottom lip to your clit saying, “MY pussy always tastes so good for me. you’re MINE.” and goes right back to what he is doing making your head throw back in pleasure. he abruptly pulls back and smacks your ass, “Fucking watch me.” he says harshly. you snap your head up looking at him with wide eyes and he gently blows onto your swollen clit making a tear drip from your face in full pleasure alone.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I don’t think this man believes in the term “slow” anymore. whatever he does in life he has to do it quickly. Sex is no exception unless he is purposely teasing you. After a particularly bad night where you two were non stop arguing you decided the only way to resolve it was some good old fashioned hatefucking. this lead to a trip to the OBGYN the next day because of the severe bruising on your cervix (i told you he was big.)

It started with some mild discomfort during sex then felt like something heavy landed on your stomach. you immediately yelped in pain which he surprisingly reacted quickly and concerned. “N-no more. Hurts.” you said through tears and sniffles. he immediately pulled out and started asking a bunch of questions and apologizing while wrapping his body around you hugging you tightly. he grabbed your shirt and your panties and helped you get dressed. he put on his gray sweatpants and crawled into bed beside you. you were curled up on your side facing away from him.

“Hey honey, talk to me. what’s going on?” he muttered softly into your ear, curling around your back. “I don’t know Logie, h-hurts.” he took a deep breath and shivered on the exhale. the thought of actually hurting you, hurt him. you knew that.

you rolled over, wincing in pain, to look him in the eyes. “I love you.” you mumble while making eye contact with his fearful eyes. he smiled and brought you into a big hug. “I-I love you so much baby. I don’t remember why we were fighting-g but i don’t care anymore. I wanna make sure you’re o-okay.” he sounded like he was going to cry.

“I’m ok baby! We’ll get it checked out tomorrow. I don’t remember why we were fighting either. I love you that’s all that matters.” you say against his bare chest.

he lets out a shaky sigh and chuckles a little before kissing the top of your head and relaxes his body off to sleep with you still wrapped tightly around him.

that’s when you both learned to take it easier.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

You hate quickies but most of the time it’s easiest way to calm this horn-dog down. sometimes in boring meetings he will come up behind you, wrap his arms around your middle and slowly rub his hard-on against your ass. that’s when you turn around and look over your shoulder and give him a look of “really?” and he looks down at you with a very serious look on his face and nods slowly. that’s when you both have to excuse yourself from the meeting in Xavier’s office to a nearby empty classroom.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

You think it’s a risk everytime he opens his mouth. straight dick-to-mouth thinking. he says the nastiest things that he doesn’t recall afterwards.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can cum 3 times without feeling tired. you’re suprised more often than not about how much cum his balls can actually hold. it feels like a huge load inside you each time and you joke it’ll start leaking from your nose if he’s not careful.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Oh no he doesn’t allow you to use toys. you’re a strong independent individual but this is his one rule. nothing else should give you as much pleasure as he does. you suggested a bullet vibrator clit one time but both of you agreed it isn’t as good as his thumb rubbing circles on your clit so he threw it out. he allows you to finger yourself when he is gone to take the edge off but your fingers are too small and doesn’t reach where you like it so it enviably leaves you more frustrated than before.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If you could change one thing about Logan it would be his ability to tease you for so long. he brings you right on the brink of giving up and calling quits out of pure frustration alone before he slams his entire length into you. he knows how bad it pisses you off but he brings it out on occasions. he makes you cry most times about how bad you want him inside you and he loves to watch your makeup run down your face.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

If you were an outsider who didn’t know what was happening and started listening inside yalls bedroom you would think he was pretending to be a rabid bear. he growls, groans, huffs and moans when he is inside you inbetween his breathy voice asking “Does my baby girl love her cunt filled with daddy’s cock?” “you’re so fucking tight, shittt.” and “stop fucking squirming and take me.” he doesn’t try to be quiet either. like i said, when Logan fucks he turns into an animal. he only cares about you two.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Logan Howlett likes to be choked. you already think he loses brain function when he fucks well this makes it ten times worse. he stops talking and turns to soft grunts and his hips snap harder than before. it’s sometimes a trick you use when he is being too vocal and want him to just fuck you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what���s going on under those clothes)

He loves his tight black boxer briefs with some name brand across the top waist band. but if not, he’s commando, some days which you told him is weird but he just laughs you off stating, “easier access to you.”

Also he lovesss his stupid white tank top under his shirts. you call it stupid because jesus christ, every curve of his huge muscles on his abs and pecs are exacerbated by these tank tops. he has caught you drooling mid conversation when he casually walks around with it on.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Animal i tell you. he doesn’t give up. if he had it his way he could be straight fucking for 5 hours without a break. you’ve had to remind him a few times “Honey it hurts. i’m tired.” and weather he feels he’s got his fill or not will elicit a response like, “I’m sorry honey is daddy too much for you? Do you need a break?” or “Shut the fuck up. you’re going to appreciate whatever I give you and you WILL say thank you afterwards.” while snapping his hips harder into you. Most days the latter is preferred.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes him a while to actually settle afterwards. he needs to make sure you’re comfortable, not in any pain, cleaned up, and warm wrapped around him before he can settle and drift off to sleep.

[luvbugs-blog]

healing with you - t. kamado

little blurb from this

you groan, trying to move your body, but you are just too sore. the battle with the spider demons really did a number on you. but you're a stubborn mf.

your fingers twitch, and then your arms. it's working! you brace your arms on either side of your body, trying to lift yourself up. nope...

your ribs are just too sore. you fall back on the bed, holding your middle. so you focus on your breathing, hoping that will speed the healing process a bit while you pout. the breathing part is a little hard, as whatever medicine you were given is making you a little loopy. it's very hard to focus.

it's been a couple of minutes before you hear your door creak slightly, and you think it's shinobu coming to check on you.

"y/n?"

oh! it's, "tanjiro? what are you doing here?" he walks over, and sits gently on your bed, careful not to touch you.

"i was checking on you. you were asleep for so long."

"what about you? you were worse off then me."

"i'm feeling great, thanks for asking." you don't know why, but something about him makes you want to touch his precious face. the damn medicine.

and before you know it, you are touching him. your fingers caress his face, his scar, his lips.

his hand comes up to meet yours and he lowers your hand onto his lap. is his face red? you can't really tell because your eyelids are becoming quite heavy (his face is red). you whisper his name before closing your eyes. you think you feel soft lips on your forehead before falling asleep.

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when you wake, your body feels much better, and you can tell your body has gotten used to total concentration breathing again. and you can sit up!

you walk around the butterfly mansion, searching for one of your friends. that's when you stumble upon zenitsu, sitting outside looking gloomily at the woods.

"oh hi! how have you been?" you take a seat next to him, hoping for a nice civil conversation.

but when he realizes it's you, he immediately starts sobbing, throwing himself into your lap.

"i've been horrible, y/n-chan! you wouldn't even believe it! i almost turned into a spider. and look! my arms shrunk! it's horrible!"

it was a little awkward, having your close friend in such a compromising position on your lap. but you didn't need to endure it for long, because as soon as your starting expressing your pity for zenitsu, an arm reached around you and lifted him up.

"quit being a pervert, zenitsu." you look up to see tanjiro towering over you. you give him a little smile and lean against his leg.

"my hero," you fake swoon. it still causes him to blush, dropping zenitsu on his stomach.

you both ignore the whiny "heyyyy" that follows, because tanjiro takes a seat next to you.

"how are you feeling?"

"much better! it seems you're doing great too. you've been training a lot, haven't you?"

"is it that obvious?"

you cover your hand with the sleeve of your hospital gown and gently wipe your hand across his brow, which was slick with sweat.

"just a bit," you say with a cheeky grin, with your hand resting on cheek. he leans into it a bit with a smile.

you don't know how long the two of you would've stayed like that because inosuke tackles him off the porch.

"tanjiro!" you lean over to make sure he's ok, but he's already being dragged off to train some more.

"you know, he visited you everyday."

"hm?" to be honest, you forgot zenitsu was still there.

"he did. i've only ever seen him that worried over nezuko before. you must be special."

now it was your turn to be embarrassed.

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you couldn't sleep. nightmares kept plaguing you to the point where you were a bit scared to sleep. so you decided to take a walk. you don't know why, but your legs started taking you towards tanjiro's room. but you only got halfway before seeing him in the hall.

"hey you."

"couldn't sleep?"

"no."

"me neither." there was an awkward pause, so you started tracing the wood patterns on the floor with your feet.

"do you wanna..." tanjiro trailed off, so you looked up at him, and he kinda blushed.

"want to what?"

"hang out in my room for the night?" you blinked at him, totally not expecting that. not that you weren't ecstatic for the invitation. you took a little long with your response, because tanjiro immediately turns red and starts waving his hands.

"not to do anything of course! just to talk! or sleep. you know, just to get out of the hallway. because i would NEVER,"

"TANJIRO! it's fine! i would love to."

"oh." he gently grabs your hand and pulls you to his room. he was setting up his futon on the ground when you asked, "where's nezuko?"

you didn't notice her box in the room.

"oh! she has a seperate room this time! aoi thought it would be best, so we could both have some alone time."

"i'm so sorry to intrude on that alone time," you say with a teasing smile.

"of course you aren't." he sits on the ground next to the futon and pats the blanket. "you can sleep here tonight. i'll sleep on the ground."

"the ground? it's your room! i'll sleep on the ground."

"i'm not letting you sleep on the ground. you're still healing."

"so are you!"

"i'm sleeping on the ground."

"let's just share it."

"...is that ok?"

"i wouldn't have suggested it if it wasn't, silly."

"right." he causiously sits next to you. "are you sure this is ok?"

"yes."

"ok."

there's some more silence before you turn to him. "you know, right before you ran into battle with that spider thingy, you told me to stay alive. remember?"

"i remember."

"because you had something you wanted to confess to me."

"...yeah."

"well, confess." he turns his head from you, hiding his face in his hands.

"this is so not why i brought you into my room."

you scoot closer to him, intrigued. "tanjiro, it's fine! what did you want to tell me?"

"well,"

"are you secretly training to be a hashira?"

"what, no! i wanted to say,"

"you mastered hinokami kagura?"

"no!"

"you're going to," you can't finish interrupting him because he slaps his hand over your mouth.

"will you let me finish?"

"sorry."

"i wanted to tell you..."

"yes?"

"i w-wanted to tell you that i love you." you were not expecting that (dumbass fr). "you don't have to say anything, i just needed to let you know."

you didn't know what else to say. you loved him so much. you never thought this day would come, because you didn't think he returned your affections.

"oh tanjiro." you just leap into his arms, causing you both to fall to the floor. "i love you so much."

"really?" you lean back up into your sitting position, pulling him with you. placing your hand on his neck, you slowly lean forward, silently asking if this was alright. he just closed the gap between the two of you, lifting you onto his lap like you weighed nothing.

the kiss started out very slow and sweet, until you grabbed his hair to ground yourself. that enticed a guttural whine from the man under you, who pulls you even closer to his body, and presses his lips harder against yours.

you pull apart, which illictes another whine from him, until you start pressing wet kisses to the side of his neck. you do that until he pulls you back off to press his lips onto yours again. you grind down on him, and he pulls off of you to say something, staring at you with his beautiful eyes, before you hear,

"I CAN HEAR YOU, YOU KNOW."

you both look at each other and start laughing. zenitsu, you lil cockblock.

[karasuno-writings]

Hallo from your neighbourhood lurker I have but a simple request for our lovely bois and I can’t get it out of my head so I decided to put it into yours dear author,

I would like headconnons of them sleeping, let me elaborate I want sleeping hcs like what would it be like to sleep next to them and so on

What would be your nightly routine with them, I would like to request for these hcs for the following bois, iwa, bokuto and tendo

TLTR: sleeping hcs with Iwa, Bokuto and Tendo

Thank you for reading

Have a good day/night

From your local neighbourhood lurker 



SLEEPING IN - IWAIZUMI, TENDOU AND BOKUTO

Hello friendly neighborhood lurker jejeje; I LOVED this request so much, I adore joint night routines and there is something so lovely about waking up on a lazy day next to your loved one, thank you so much for this request! I hope you like it!!

I’m also so terribly sorry for the delay! Last week was busier than expected and coincidentally I’ve been tired out of my mind due to lack of sleep jejej

I recommend you listen to “Sunday morning” by Maroon 5 because a lazy morning with these boys would definitely sound like that!

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

Iwaizumi is very disciplined and his daily routines are no exception, and once you come into the picture you made his nights way better, he always looks forward to spending the last hours of his day with you

After a long day at the gym coming home to you and to your home gives him immense comfort. The first thing the two of you do is cook dinner; he is a surprisingly ok cook, and just having the two of you in the kitchen with music in the background is pure bliss. 

He loves to just hug you from behind, swaying, while you tell him about your day. Hidden in the crook of your neck you only feel him hum to make you know he is listening, planting soft kisses every once in a  while.

He likes to shower after dinner, and you are always welcome to join him if you feel like it, specially if you are going to help him wash his hair (He always helps you wash yours)

He does have a skin-care routine, and if you do too he likes to have the two of you together in the bathroom, music still in the background, while he shaves and washes his face (He WILL do facemasks if you ask, also his aftershave smells so good, kinda like soft wood and rain)

He likes to sleep as early as possible. He gets super sleepy after 10 o'clock and will start just laying his head on your shoulder and walking slowly behind you until you go to bed. If you take too long he will just lift you up bridal style and tuck you in. 

He likes to watch stuff before going to bed, especially if you’ve been watching a show or movie together; HOWEVER do not be surprised if he falls asleep just sitting down. If you nudge him he will make himself comfortable and wrap his arms around you and you can either join him or keep watching, he does not mind as long as he can cuddle you 

If he sees you falling asleep before him he will pause whatever you are watching get you comfortable and just play with your hair, running his hands up and down your as he falls asleep

He gives the best cuddles ever, the only downside is that he is a human heater so if there is a particularly hot month be prepared to sweat 

He does not budge a bit in the night, and he has a deep sleep, so if you move dont worry about him, however good luck trying to stand up if you need to pee because he pulls you right back in as he sleeps soundly 

His favorite position to sleep is when you rest your head on his chest and wrap an arm around him while he wraps his arms around you, kind of like a half spoon, he feels so safe holding you. If you get tired in the middle of the night he likes to be the big spoon, he is contempt with having a lazy arm around you

If there is work to do he is an early riser, he gives you a kiss on the forehead and makes you both either coffee or tea while you shake off your own sleepiness. If you got stuff to do and you refuse to wake up he starts by nudging you, until he  gives up and starts hitting you with pillows. He loves the angry look on your face while you scold him for being rude, hoping a kiss on the cheek makes up for the trouble

HOWEVER, if there is no rush he loves to spend a lazy morning. He still wakes up early, he cannot help it, but he takes his time basking in your sunlit sleepy face, tracing your body with featherlight fingers while he waits for you to wake up; he can stare at you for hours

He loves taking you to eat breakfast outside on lazy days, using it as an excuse to take a morning stroll on the closest park while you chat and drink coffee

TENDOU SATORI

Tendou is more of an “on-the-go” guy, he does not have a set sleeping routine, still, there is stuff he likes to get done at night 

He does not particularly like cooking, as opposed to baking, so either you are eating leftovers, takeout or he is baking some kind of either sweet or savory pastry for the two of you, depending on his mood on that particular night and how much you beg for him to make you your favorite treat. 

He loves to blast love songs while baking so if the pastry is in the oven he will karaoke with you while he spins and guides you to the beat. GIve him kisses while the two of you dance and he will melt. 

He does not have a face routine but he does wash his face, he has a set of soap and lotion, nothing too fancy. However he is a big fan of you giving both of you facemasks while you watch something on the tv and talk about the day that just passed. 

He suffers from insomnia so he usually sleeps pretty late, he hates just tossing and turning around in bed so if you want to go to sleep he will bring some manga, or watch a youtube video. He sometimes feels like he is bothering you with the dim light of his phone so he tries to use it as little as possible.

Due to that, he is a chatter bug; it can be 3 o’ clock in the morning and you will hear him shuffle to face you before asking either the deepest stuff or just a variant of “What type of pizza do you think I would be?”

If you don’t answer because you are asleep he monologues his ideas or talking about the latest manga he read while playing with your hair and staring at your sleepy face, he thinks you look the most adorable when asleep.

He adores being the little spoon, there is something so comforting to him about being held, so he loves the feeling of your arms around him and your sleepy breath on his neck 

Moves little in the night but he is a light sleeper and will wake up briefly if you move, but he does not mind much; uses it as an excuse to snuggle closer

Tendou is not particularly a morning person, but if he wakes up accidentally he has a hard time falling asleep again. Still, since sleeping next to you he finds it easier to soothe himself to sleep, so he’ll just nudge you and go “You hug  me”, while grabbing your arms and tucking himself between them. if you comply he is the happiest and just hums a little to help him fall asleep once more

Likes to shower in the mornings because it helps him wake up fully and feel fresh, even if you are in a hurry, the second you step inside the shower he forgets so he takes his time just talking to you about what he dreamt.

He likes lazy mornings because he takes his time to fall asleep as many times as need be. He likes the morning haze and just seeing your sleepy face, as he gets closer to you, your warmth enveloping him to soothe him back to sleep, he will wake up whenever you want, which means that it can be 1 o’ clock and the two of you are still entangled in bed, talking softly or maybe watching something on the tv, not caring about anything in the world. 

He is also a big napping enthusiast and his favorite naps are with you. He gets super sleepy due to his messed sleep schedule so just getting to nap with you or even next to you while you do something else really calms him down. 

BOKUTO KOTAROU 

He walks in after a long day of work and most of the time he just goes “Come on Y/N let’s go on an adventure!”, which is a fun way of naming your dates whether it is going to the movie theater, for dinner, or just to the park. 

Bokuto loves to go out at night so most of the time dinner and a stroll through the city is the plan, either that or drive-throughs and blasting music while you park the car nearby in order to eat and talk.

If you don’t feel like going out it’s okay! You can either order food or eat some trustworthy cereal or fruit while he asks you all about your day. Please, ask about his day too, he loves to feel like you want to listen to him, and he always has fun anecdotes, you will not regret it.

He takes aaaaaages showering, it is his own personal concert, he has aromatic candles, dim lights and a speaker set; you can hear him sing loud and proud, and he bases his playlist on the mood of the day.

If you join him in the shower he will either perform most of the songs for your amusement or make you duet with him, he appreciates it if you wash his hair while he sings, and will totally return the favor 

After the shower his energy levels fall and he is more cuddly, hugging you from behind while you wash your face and finish your own routine

He does not have a set face wash routine but will not complain if you offer to wash his face or otherwise. He will be humming with his eyes closed while you do so (there is always accidental ingestion of beauty products secondary to him not being able to shut up for more than 3 minutes)

He does not mind whether he sleeps late or early, but he tries to make sure to always sleep his eight hours, after all, being a high performance athlete comes with responsibilities

He does not have a to-go sleeping position, it depends a lot on how the two of you get comfortable, still, he HAS to be touching you on at least one point, even if it’s only by his foot rubbing yours. Not that it matters because he is a hurricane in his sleep and most of the time he ends up hugging you by either an arm or a leg , and also hogging most of the bedsheets 

He snores super lightly every once in a while. Also, he has a habit of sleep-talking. If he says something and you answer he will hold a conversation, it will make no sense at all to you, but it is very endearing to hear him talk. 

He is a deep sleeper, a truck could run him over and he won’t budge, and in the mornings it is no different, he has a lot of difficulties waking up, which only gets amplified when he feels your warmth next to him, hugging you close and grunting when the alarm clock sounds for the third time. 

That is also the reason why he loves weekends, just knowing the two of you have nowhere to go and nothing to do but cuddle. He likes to play a movie and have the two of you watch it half-asleep before going to fix some breakfast. 

[glitter-gutzzzz]

Hi Taylor)))

Saw that you wanted requests??? Some angst mixed with smut (smut optional)? James x reader when he gets a drunk and when she tells him off (cause she loves him and she’s worried) he is very rude and says he registers being with her and he should have dated groupies cause they don’t tell him how to live? But a few days later, someone talks some sense into him and he goes to apologize and it ends up smutty?

Sorry if it doesn’t make sense, English isn’t my first language 😳🥹

HIIIII HELLO i am SO sorry this took so long, i get distracted so easily (˃̣̣̥ᴖ˂̣̣̥) But I hope you enjoy it!! PS: this is my first smut ever so i'm sorry if it's weird or awkward..

The Chain (James Hetfield x reader) (18+)

summary: You’ve been with your boyfriend James Hetfield for a few years now, and it’s evident that his drinking habit is getting worse. Will it drive the two of you away from each other, or will you reconcile?

warnings: angst, lots of angst but it has a happy ending, alcohol abuse, swearing, eventual smut (i added some size kink, praising and eye contact kink in there, hope that’s ok)

also Lars makes a special appearance!! Yippeeee!!!

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The loud screech of a car peeling down the driveway was the sound you’d been waiting to hear for hours. You could immediately tell from the sound of the front door to your home slamming shut and the slow, trudging footsteps coming down the hall that James was drunk…again. You looked at the clock on the wall; 1:58 AM. Fourth time this week, you thought to yourself. Sighing, you mentally prepared yourself for the ridiculousness that you knew was about to ensue.

Once James reached the living room where you were, it became clear that tonight’s bender was particularly bad. He could barely stand on his own, leaning on a nearby lamp for support. You could smell the alcohol on his breath from where you were sitting on the couch. Once his red, watery eyes finally met yours, he gave you his best attempt at a smile, which you did not return. “Hey, Y/n!” he slurred, swaying to one side slightly. “What’re you doin’ up so late?”

You dragged your hands across your face in exasperation. You knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but your worry for your boyfriend had reached a boiling point. “James, can you please sit down? There’s something I need to get off my chest” you said. The blonde’s smile faded upon hearing this, and he begrudgingly let go of the lamp to sit next to you. “What’s the matter, huh? What’s got ya in a bad mood?” he asked, lazily wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Gently removing his arm, you looked him in the eyes. “James, I’m worried about you. I know drinking is your way of escaping, of coping with shit, but it’s getting to be beyond a coping mechanism. It’s an addiction.”

His flushed face was now contorted into a scowl, but he stayed quiet. “I know this is really irritating for you to hear, but I can’t just watch you destroy yourself and not say anything. Maybe…it might be time for you to get some help.” You looked at James to see if your words were sinking in, but he was staring at the wall across the room. You could feel the annoyance emanating from him. An uncomfortable silence filled the air for, with neither of you saying a single word, until James spoke up. “Of course. Of fucking course you’d ambush me like this” he muttered. You furrowed your brows in confusion at his accusatory tone, but you tried to keep calm. “I’m not trying to ambush you, James, I’m trying to get you to understand that your drinking is- “you started, but James interrupted you. “I knew it! I knew you’d pull this shit. What’re you, my mom? I don’t need you telling me what to do with my own fucking life!” he fumed, springing up from the couch suddenly. He began pacing the living room, back and forth, the wood floor creaking with every stomp of his boots. “It’s not like I’m hurting anyone, why do you even give a shit?” he yelled.

You felt your heart had just been torn from your chest. “I give a shit because I care about you! And you are hurting someone, James, you’re hurting yourself! Can’t you see that?” you shouted at him. He stopped pacing and whipped his head around to face you, rage in his eyes. “Y’know what? I don’t need this shit in my life.” Turning on his heels, he stormed out of the living room, complaining under his breath. He dug his hand into the pockets of his jeans until he found his car keys. “Least a groupie wouldn’t fuckin’ tell me what to do...” you heard him mumble as he swung the front door of the house open and nearly shut it in your face. Hot tears formed in the corners of your eyes as you followed him outside. “Where the hell are you going?! You’re piss-drunk, you could crash! You barely made it here in one piece!” you exclaimed. James didn’t even respond as he stepped into his car, slammed the door shut and sped off into the night.

The emotions you felt in that moment hit you like a tidal wave: anger, hopelessness, and an overwhelming sadness. Your hands balled up into fists, nails digging into your skin till your knuckles turned white. Once you stepped back into your home, you desperately tried to hold back your tears. “If all he wants is some starfucker that doesn’t give two shits about him, then that’s fine with me” you said to yourself through gritted teeth, knowing damn well that deep down, you didn’t mean it. Sinking to the floor, you tucked your knees to your chest. “Damn it James, why couldn’t you just listen to me?” you asked, knowing you wouldn’t receive an answer. You remember the first time you met James; it was at a party after one of Metallica’s concerts. He approached you, asking how you thought the show was. He seemed confident, but there was an underlying shyness in his demeanor that you found so endearing. Memories of his sweet smile and comforting presence haunted you, and you yearned for the James you once knew. The James that always knew how to make you laugh, who would sing along with you at the top of his lungs whenever your favorite songs came on the radio in the car, who would hold you and console you after a nightmare, making you feel so safe and loved.

Where did that James go?

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It had been nearly a week since James fought with you and had been crashing at Lars’ place since. During the first day or two of being there, he kept drinking and telling himself that he’d be happier without you, but now that residual anger had given way to remorse. With every passing minute, he felt your absence and his awful words to you weigh on him heavily. Oh, god. I. Fucked. Up, he thought.

“Dude, why don’t you just go talk to her?” Lars’ voice startled James out of his silence. “I…I can’t. She probably fucking hates me, and I know I deserve it” he replied, staring down at his shoes. Lars rolled his eyes, but James didn’t notice. “Maybe she does hate you, maybe she doesn’t. Couldn’t hurt to go find out, right? Just for closure or whatever” Lars suggested. James shrugged slightly, still not completely convinced. Lars sighed and grabbed his bandmate’s shoulders. “Look, man. This whole thing with Y/n isn’t gonna magically go away by you ignoring it. At least try to apologize to her” he said earnestly. James considered his friend’s words very carefully, and realized Lars was right. He had to see you, even if you’d scream in his face that you never wanted to see him again. “Ok. I’ll go” he replied, grabbing his car keys.

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You lived your life as normal (at least, you tried to) in the days since James left. Work kept you busy, but it was getting more and more difficult to ignore how badly you missed him. You didn’t hear anything from anybody as to his whereabouts, which made you more than a little worried, even though you were still upset with him.

You were watching a movie in the living room when you heard a knock on your front door. It’s almost 10 at night, you thought. Who could that be? You paused the film and stepped up from the couch, peeking through the window near the front door to see who was there.

Your heart nearly stopped upon seeing James standing on the other side of the door. He didn’t seem drunk; he looked incredibly worried. Just as he was about to knock again, you opened the door.

Your eyes met his and you froze, not knowing what to say. “Hey” James said softly. “Hi” you replied dryly, trying to hide how happy you were to see him. Neither of you spoke for a moment till you came to your senses and invited him inside. “Why didn’t you use the house key?” you asked, sitting back down on the couch. “I didn’t want to just barge in like last time.” He sat next to you, running a hand through his hair nervously. Taking a deep breath, he decided not to beat around the bush and to just tell the truth. “I was a total piece of shit to you the other night, and it’s just been eating away at me. And I guess the whole reason I got mad in the first place was because I knew you were right, that I do have a problem, but I’m just so, so afraid of facing it. You’re just trying to look out for me, and I threw it in your face, all because I was scared. I’m so sorry, I…want to get help. I wanna get better. Not just for myself, but for you. Because I love you, Y/n. I want to stay with you…” he trailed off, not even realizing he had started to cry.

As you listened to him, you felt like an enormous weight was being lifted off your shoulders. You leaned closer to him, gently lifting his chin up and wiped away his tears. “I wanna stay with you, too, Jamie.” His eyes lit up at the sound of your nickname for him. “Really?” he timidly asked, his mouth curled up into a slight smile. You nodded, holding the sides of his face. There’s my James, you thought. “We’re gonna get through this. Together.”

You kissed him softly, and he melted into your touch. It started sweetly, but James became needier and more brazen, pulling you onto his lap. Looking up at him, you forgot how much bigger he was than you. How easily he could toss you around. “God, I missed you so much,” he rambled in between kisses. “Missed my pretty girl so much. Did you miss me?” he asked right up to your ear, making you shudder.

 “Yes” you gasped, feeling him suck a hickey onto your neck. He grinned, pushing you down onto his already hard cock, straining in his jeans. You stifled a moan with your hand when you felt his erection on your clothed clit, shooting a bolt of pleasure throughout you. James moved your hand away from your mouth, pushing you down even harder now. “Uh-uh. I wanna hear every little sound you make.” You listened to him, letting out all the little whimpers and squeals that he loved oh, so much.

“Take these off for me, yeah?” he motioned towards your pj’s, releasing his iron grip on your hips for a moment so you could get up. You didn’t need him to tell you twice. You both undressed quickly, not wanting to waste any more time. Once you were both nude, James pulled you back onto his lap. He ran his big hands all over your body; your arms, your tits, your stomach, and you hissed in delight at his touch. “Hey, keep your eyes on me” he whispered, the heat of his breath on your ear. You met James’ gaze, filled with adoration. “That’s my girl.”

You struggled to keep eye contact with him when you felt two fingers brush over your pussy, making you wetter than you already were. “Jamie, please…need you so bad…” In a bid to steady yourself, you grabbed his broad shoulders as he fucked your cunt with his fingers, reveling in his teasing. “You want my cock in you, huh? Need to be fucked till you can’t see straight? Is that what you want, pretty girl?” he asked in a husky voice, getting off to your moans.

You nodded frantically, desperately trying to keep the eye contact going, feeling yourself getting close. “Yes, please… oh, god!” you cried as his fingers curled deeper inside you, hitting that sweet spot over and over. “Cum for me, and then I’ll give you what you want.” Like a flip had switched, you came right then and there, your hole fluttering around his fingers. Your orgasm had you seeing stars, but he wasn’t done with you just yet.

James removed his fingers from you, licking your slick off them as if it was the most delicious treat he’d ever tasted. “Good girl, doin so good for me…hold onto me, ok?” You complied, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed your cheek, taking hold of your hips again. “I love you so much…gonna make you feel how much I love you.” He lifted you up a bit to align his tip with your entrance. Once he was sure you were ready, he slammed you onto his cock, making you scream.

“So perfect, fuck…show me your eyes, baby. Taking me so well…” Between James’ praises and his cock practically splitting you in half as he bounced you on his lap, it was getting harder to concentrate, but you listened and found his eyes again. It proved to be the perfect distraction from the mind-numbing pleasure you felt, and it was as if you and James were the only two people in the world. Just you and him, in this moment, loving each other.

That familiar sensation begins to bubble up inside you again as you neared your second orgasm. James felt it, too, how your walls began tightening around him. “Want you to cum all over my cock, baby, that’s what I want…” He pounded you onto him faster, reaching so deep into you nearly lost your breath, faster and harder, until…

“Oh, god, James! Yes, ah..!” You came undone, spasming uncontrollably as your orgasm hit you like a truck, juices flowing down onto James’ dick. “Good girl, you’re gonna make me cum....fuck!” He lifted you off him effortlessly and shot his load right under your pussy, a guttural moan escaping him as he came. The two of you collapsed onto the couch, catching your breath and basking in the afterglow. James held you close to his chest, pressing gentle kisses to your lips. “You’re my everything, Y/n. We’re gonna start our life over, you and me, and it’s gonna be better than ever” he grinned, tucking a stray hair of yours behind your ear. You beamed at him in return. “I can’t wait. But first…I think we should take a shower. We’re all sticky and stuff.” You both giggled as he helped you off the couch and to the bathroom, since you were a little wobbly.

As the warm water flowed onto you in the shower, you felt James hug you from behind, and you reached your arm up to run your fingers through his hair. All you felt was pure bliss, and you knew that the two of you were stronger than anything life threw your way.

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“Hey, James?”

“Yeah?”

“Where did you stay after you left when we fought?”

“Oh, I crashed at Lars’ place. He convinced me to come talk to you in the first place. Thank God he did.”

“Oh, really? Well, I’ll have to thank him for talking some sense into you.”

“Ha, I guess I owe him a ‘thank you’, too.”

“Tomorrow, though. Good night, Jamie.”

���G’night, Y/n. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

[vinegarfiend]

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hiiiii! I'm not really a writer but I do think these are fun and I also reallllly wanted to draw jack in a speedo so here we are.

JACK

ok first he is fucking built. that's pretty much canon but obvi but honestly I don't think we give him the credit he deserves for that

hair everywhere..... and It's thick and white like an old man's （っ＾▿＾）

honestly i'm surprised there isn't more werewolf fic about him atp... where is the monsterfucker community when we need them

THICK EVERYTHING!!!!! thick neck, thick legs, thick arms, thick fingers. THICK FINGERS!!! yall he's got thick ass fucking fingers can you imagine??? and they're calloused too so when you hold his hand its rough and strong like a lumberjacks....

ambiguous scars that litter all over his body. they could come from an accident in the kitchen or wrestling a grizzly bear in the woods he won't tell you.

dimpled ass cheeks.

fat grippers. long ass toes, and wide, girthy, feet. probably has to order in a special shoe size or something.

Jack was the boy who walked into 5th grade with pimples and a pube-stache. Testosterone is COURSING through his body.

LEONA

swimmers build for sure

muscles aren't that defined, definitely more mass in the upper body.

knobby shoulders, knees, and elbows

softer around the midsection, he eats good.

tallest of the three

freakishly long fingers. AND THUMBS! you ever see a mf with the most ghoulish ass thumbs and fingers dude... THEY ARE TOO LONG

nipple piercings.. definitely an act of teenage rebellion. either he got them the second he turned 17 or he got them done before then somewhat illegitimately and kept them a secret. when they get caught on stuff it makes him irrationally angry.

soft hands. has never worked a day in his life.

not as hairy as jack but definitely hairier than Ruggie. his body hair grows in an s-shape

flat ass :(

RUGGIE

Ruggie hasn't grown an inch since 9th grade. something about undereating since birth will give you bones as strong as wet tissue paper.

has strange bruises on his body that even he doesn't know where they come from.

freckles and moles on his shoulders/back

thin, but also like super toned from all the manual labor. Think ballerinas, where it's just like skin, muscle, bone and no fat.

very faint smile lines, I imagine they'll get deeper as he gets older.

he also has like, bulging calf muscles. It's honestly scary its the thickest part about him

just about as hairy as the average human, which is pretty little by beastman standards.

wears a kid's shoe size. on a darker note, I think his feet might be like permanently fucked up from wearing shoe sizes that were too small for him as a kid.

floppy ears, and they press flat to his head when he's upset. omg they also press all the way backwards when he's running fast to make himself aerodynamic like a cat.

calloused hands, and he also picks at his cuticles and bites his nails. Vil would be appalled.

you can see his ribs most of the time, they aren't like super prominent (they used to be) but you'll definitely notice them if he's got his shirt off.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

hi Jake! I absolutely love your blogs, and I’m wondering if you can do some Homicidal Liu/liu woods hcs? :3 please & thank you!!

GUH LIU <333 He's my special guy I love him

TW: Mentions of abuse, trauma, very light gore, a little angst

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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General Liu Headcanons

The biggest thing about Liu that effects his day to day life is his DID

He grew up in a very dysfunctional home, where his parents only really had kids as makeshift butlers and to live vicariously through them

Liu, being the older brother had a lot of the "harder" tasks given to him such as cooking for the family, making sure everyone had clean clothes, when jeff was a baby he had to change jeff's diapers, etc

So both kids were very mentally unstable from the start, but what really set the hammer in the coffin for Liu developing DID was that whenever he either did something wrong or didn't do his "chores", he was severely punished by being locked in a closet with no food, water or bathroom privileges for unknown amounts of time

This being said, he has waaay more alters than just Sully, Sully is just the one that fronts the most due to Sully being the main protector of the system

Other than Sully, Liu's system is made up of mostly littles and caretaker alters

Which can be very scary at times, so he does everything in his power to make sure that if someone does happen to front, it isn't any of the littles

Ok, i'm done talking about his DID now

I imagine him to either be fully Columbian or mixed Columbian with American

Jeff is the same way

Speaking of Jeff, Liu is about 5 years older than Jeff

Also on the topic of Jeff, Liu still very much loves his brother, and understands that during the "incident" he was very mentally unstable and he wasn't entirely in control of his own actions at the moment

But after being reunited with Jeff, it took a very, very long time for Liu to even stay in the front of his mind when around Jeff, let alone feel safe around him

Over the years, their relationship has significantly improved

Liu still doesn't feel comfortable being alone with Jeff, or even really going anywhere with Jeff, but he is able to hang out with him and talk

His height is around 5'9"

He always smells like vanilla and sometimes like a grandma's perfume

SPEAKING OF GRANDMAS

Liu is a total grandma

He says "oh lordy lord" after waking up from a long nap, he does the english teacher cardigan tuck, he says "kids these days", etc

But he's chill guys I swear (Jeff come get your boy he just said "Flabbergasted" in front of the hoes)

Also he loves plants

so much

someone stop this guy

It started out innocent enough, just a few plants to take care of because he read that taking care of plants can help with depression

And then he kind of spiraled

He has names for all of them, designated personalities, sometimes he knits them clothes for their pots

He's generally a very quiet guy

I wouldn't say shy per se....but he's like....shy in a cool history teacher way

guys he takes it up the butt

Woah who said that??? wild. Anyways!

He's so gentle and calming guh..

Love that guy, he's so special to me

ALSO he doesn't techincally have any pets but like...there's this one stray cat that comes around that he feeds and in return the cat brings him little dead things

He's named him "Harold Jackson"

He likes to read

He's one of those booktok girlies with all the tabs and highlighters

Genuinely squeals like a bitch when he sees a "Penguin Classics" book out in public

(I'm projecting onto him)

His proxy tattoo is on his shoulder, like right on top of it

He got his ears pierced at the young young age of 25 (reluctantly. Jeff forced him)

And now he wears all sorts of fun earrings! (he wears those e-boy cross earrings...)

His spotify wrapped consisted of David Bowie, Hozier, Cigarettes after sex, and mitski

His favorite color is beige and his hobbies include ironing clothes and sending emails <33

Guys idk if you can tell but i love him a lot

[gayciate]

🎃 HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!

I have to post some Encanto Monster AU Headcanon jumpscare right now!!!!! Not everyone, but a few of them!

Isabela - Werewolf (Or, Werejaguar rather) + OK OK OK Hear me out on this one, see my vision????? Most of the time, she looks largely normal with "cute" features that many find appealing like the little kitty ears, fangs, and tail + BUT were-jaguar form is absolutely shit your pants terrifying horrific, something she was made to feel ashamed of for its wildness and unattractiveness + Spends pre-movie full moons fully barricaded in her locked room, tangled up in her own vines to keep herself contained - everything she bottles up comes out and is entirely out of control, her wild side is trying sososo hard to get out and she's literally, physically restraining it + Always ends up with an absolutely shredded room the night after the moon, snaps at anyone who ever mentions it or attempts to help her out + Post-movie after she comes to accept every part of herself and grow into her own, she starts to gain control over the beast form and spend more time in it willingly, no longer ashamed of looking "ugly" or acting as anything less than perfect

Luisa - Gargoyle + A powerful stone guardian that guards the family home restlessly + She doesn't actually need to sleep, but does go into a dormant "statue" state when exposed to direct sunlight. + Incredibly physically sturdy but not immune to damage. She can crack and break, though her pieces can be put back in place if they fall + It is debatable if she can feel pain in the same way more flesh-based beings can. She does not need to eat or breathe and cannot drown + While she has wings, she is too heavy to properly fly and uses them more to shield others from danger or glide short distances

Mirabel - Satyr + A real silly billy, she's got the fuzzy legs of a goat and little tiny horns under her hair + She's very musically inclined and can play several different instruments. She's creative, clever, and loves to frolic in the sun! + Her charisma stat is absolutely off the charts, others often find it very easy to relax around her as her monster species is not particularly threatening or associated with danger + Often faces underestimation and struggles with not being taken seriously. Her lack of scariness coupled with her inhuman nature can be a cause of direct bullying that more threatening monsters may not have to deal with.

Dolores - Vampire + Oppoisite Isabela, she's a little withdrawn and shy, probably has big ole' sensitive bat ears with perfect pitch detection + Veeeery sensitive to light and sound, she enjoys the quiet of night and often sleeps during the day + She can turn into a little bat and flutter around, but sometimes forgets she's easy to miss like that and jumpscares people who thought they were alone in a room + She's capable of sitting in complete silence for extended periods of time and is extremely patient. Her night-vision is impeccable. + Rumors have spread that she can read minds and has some psychic abilities, but these are entirely unfounded. She's just perceptive and very nosey.

Camilo - Changeling + A funky fey dude, taken in as a baby by Pepa and Félix when he was found abandoned in the wood + He's strongly attuned to magic in the environment and specializes in illusionist tricks + He has pointy ears, sharp teeth, and unnatural eyes that reflect light in the dark but shifts to a more human look most of the time to blend in with others + Quietly a little insecure about what he really is when he looks in the mirror without a disguise but tries not to dwell on it for too long

Antonio - Chimera + A strange little mix of creatures, he's got the upper half of a human with the lower half of a jaguar. He's also got the wings of an Andean condor, ears of a tapir, and an anaconda's tail! + The little dude climbs, flies, and swims - he's an ATV with endless energy who loves to shove himself into tight spaces to explore + Outgoing and a bit wild, he easily befriends other animals but sometimes finds people wary of him. He is very careful with his claws and fangs, but parents sometimes worry that he'll play too rough and hurt their kids. This makes him very sad! + Incredibly intelligent and inquisitive, he is active for long periods of time before collapsing into a nap and restarting the cycle

Bonus Augustín & Julieta - Headless horseman and Parrot Harpy I think Augustín would be like the headless horseman and constantly (literally) lose his head and Julieta would be a parrot harpy with colorful, blue plumage - incredibly intelligent and caring for her kids

[love-toxin]

Share some of your recs! I need some new crushes!

MEOW!!! ok!! tbh most of my top ones u probably already heard of or seen b4 LOL but first is probably the first Scream (1996) !! (also this list is in no particular order LMAO)

- based. classic. matthew lillard <33 all the goodies!! one of the first horrors i ever watched under my parent's noses LOL. 14 year old me was bisexually smitten <3

- og tcm, tcm the beginning, and leatherface! i also actually liked the 2022 version even if it wasn't particularly spectacular compared to the others--brain empty leatherface hot <33 (also there's some dilf eye candy u might enjoy hehe)

- friday the 13th 1 & 2! the og is soooo close to my heart i love. him <3

- carrie & jennifer's body......lesbians u know what's up.....i love weird <3 off-putting <3 unhinged <3 rage-fueled <3 demonic women <33

- the boy (2016)...................brahmsie.........he got me by the throat 💀💀 unfortunately i am not immune to huge dong-itis

- fear street! the whole trilogy is great (lotsa cuties <3 its got maya hawke!) but the 2nd installment (1978) is my favourite!! summer camp + interesting lore + continuity + axe-wielding maniac ahhhh! also im workin on the part 2 for my tommy slater fic 4 those who liked it hehe

- the ritual (2018) and prey (2021) are two non-slasher horrors i rlly like too! the ritual was based on a book i rlly enjoyed & its about 4 friends who go on a hiking trip in sweden n get lost n hunted by an eldritch deity--very cool if u like psych thrillers! prey's a german film (it's a little slow at times but i liked it!) so long as u don't mind subtitles its pretty good! same vein as the ritual, friends in the woods gettin lost & hunted n its got lotsa blood. i found it pretty creepy at times & the plot twists were cool imo! would you rather (2012) is another non-slasher i liked that's more death game media but i haven't watched it in a longass time so i can't speak on how good it holds up LOL

- most likely to die (2015). now. hear me out. i don't think a single person ive recced this movie to irl has unironically enjoyed it & not made fun of me for liking it but it has a special place in my heart........listen. it's dumb. but it has a psycho in it that i kinda love & i actually RLLY like the design of the graduate. so! if u have nothing better to do then give it a watch ehe </3

- for korean movie enjoyers: #alive, zombie movie so not rlly horror but the protagonist is a cutie & i got properly spooked in a few places! train to busan in the same vein, zombie movie + dilf protagonist + unending horrors <3 which brings me to not a movie but a netflix series: the silent sea! properly spooky dystopian space scifi that most certainly gave me the willies!! reccing it also cause....hehe....dilf

anyways! those r just off the top of my head so there's probably lots more im not thinkin of, & i got lots to watch now thanx to the recs so im gonna be goin on more deep dives <33 muahahaha!

[nahualnextdoor]

Dark Wood Circus AU WIP (you know the drill, long post)

I was like halfway trough the digital sketch but then my pen died lol

Also, very early sketch:

Ok so this is the (very basic) idea this is based around. (tw suicide mentions)

Jamie (the girl from the Wail of the Banshee story) is the red girl that finds the Circus, and that ends up "joining" (aka being kidnapped by the chairman) at the end. I originally thought on having Six fill this role, as she also serves the purpose of the new girl in town, however I think Jamie fits better, as she's also a kid who got kidnapped by GHOUL. Part of the tragedy of the DWC is that she was a kid with a life and a family, whereas Six's story is that she never had one (in the show she finds them, in this case, not so much), so I think it works best for her to be one of the "Freaks."

Then, there's Luke, as the Blue Beast (Kaito). I'm not very knowledgeble on the revised DWC canon, but according to what I've found, Kaito is a werewolf, and his story is connected to the Moonlight and Black song (one might say that I actually came up with this idea after researching the revised DWC canon, listening to the songs the wiki listed as part of the saga, and going "omg this is so luke watson coded" when I heard MAB, wich inspired my previous Luke drawning and then led me here).

Uhhh, where was I? Oh, right, Luke. In this AU, instead of being kidnapped with his whole family, he's taken away from them alone (also GHOUL is the DWC, and instead of putting the monsters in communities, it puts them in freak shows, kinda like how Otto did in the books, or how Karla Black wanted to with her zoo on the show). I'm undecisive on whether I want it to happen during the Steven Black fight or during his birthday attack; on one hand, the fight is what originally got him to ScSt, and it would be pretty angsty for him to just never go home on a random day after school, his parents never figuring out what happened to him. On the other, it'd also be pretty traumatic for him to be taken away right after he attacked his dad, during his first transformation, and while still uncuncious, his parents watching the whole thing (kind of like what happened with Sue during Invasion of the Normals.)

There's also a thirds possibility that's been spinning around in my head of him running away on his own and then getting in the circus, but I'm also undecisive on this.

Now, the two headed twins, wich are cousins in this case. Resus and Kian would be filling the role of Len and Rin, respectivelly. Resus is the most grounded one, who understand the suffering of the circus, and who sees the pain of those around him, while Kian is blissfully unaware, just like Rin. But are they? It's kind of implied (and even if not, it's my personal headcanon) that Rin only says that the circus is fun and that she enjoys it to avoid punishment, and to convince herself that it's not as painful as it actually is. She has to, otherwise it'd drive her mad and suicidal like Miku. I think something similar can be applied to Kian, specially with the implication that the's sort of aware of what happened to his parents, but never puts 2 and 2 together. I think it's to protect himself, and I think that this behaviour makes him fit perfectly as the Rin head of two.

Next is Luella as the Deformed Diva (Miku). Again, I'm still not really sure of how the revised canon works, but back in my days (aka before Vocaloid Amino in spanish even knew there was a revised canon and novel, even tho it came out in like 2012), Miku was a prisoner her whole life, never knowing happiness or love or compassion, just cruelty as she remained behind metal bars, including those of the Circus. This kind of sounds like Luella to me, as she was born in ScSt and doesn't know the normal world (unlike Jamie or Luke). She's neglected by her mom, doesn't have friends and her relationship with Eeafa is rocky at best (until s2 at least). I think it fits her to be someone who never knew the freedom she longs, to the point where to her, that freedom may as well be death.

Finally, Frankenheart would take on the role of Haku and Neru(?) (or the tall lovers, as I call them). Since they were only created for the MV of the song they literally have no canon story, but that doesn't stop me from making shit up for my AU. As I said before, I think Six, despite also being a new girl in town, is better suited to fill a roll of a Freak, as, like Luella, she was "born" in ScSt and thus doesn't know what the outside is like, wich is the case for Miku, but not for the red girl. Cleo did know what freedom was, but that was so long ago, it as well never have happened. Ever since she became a mummy, she's been handed from GHOUL community to GHOUL community, so for this AU, that means from circus to circus. This would also maker her connect with Luella/Miku, as she was also handed from one prison to another, wich is how they can bond from their pain together.

I don't know the exact circumstances on how or why Six would be created, as I don't think she was built as a weapon to save another dimension here. Maybe she was just built to be a freak? I mean, there's a girl with the body of a goat and some guys who had their heads chopped and stichted together on one body, I don't think it's far fetched that a frankenstein monster exists on this circus. Would Dr. F be doing this on porpuse tho? Maybe. Again, Six's story is that she finds a family and friends when she originally wasn't created to do so, but in this version, that never happens. Maybe she wasn't built as a weapon, but neither as a daughter. If Dr. F. is working on the circus, then their relationship is more similar to how it was at the beggining of S2, and probably darker and/or colder.

Now, for the other parents: I think it'd be way too fucked up if the entire families were here (tho that's kind of what almost happens in the books), so i'd rather just leave the kids parentless. Maybe their parents live in the normal world in this timeline, just living in shadows, avoiding GHOUL for the risk of being put on the circus. At least, this would be true for Resus and Kian (heck, maybe his parents are alive in this timeline, so they loose him instead of him loosing them, wouldn't that be fun?). For Luella, I think Dhalia probably abandoned her, wich is how she ends up with Miku's life situation, going from the prison to the "hospital" where she gets deformed and then to the circus. Finally, for Cleo, she probably hasn't seen either of her parents in ages. Her mom since her toomb was scavanged, and her dad since she got taken to a GHOUL circus. Maybe they were taken together but were separated at one point, who knows. But for the last ten years, she's been on this one Circus.

Finally, for the chairman: Idk. But I do have four candidates, those either being Otto, Karla, Blechard (or whatever that bog fuck was called). and Greystock. First, Greystock and the bog one are the CEOs of GHOUL in the show and the books respectively, so it kind of makes sense? But then again, just how there are many GHOUL communities, each one with a mayor who isn't the CEO, they probably don't run this specific circus. As for Otto, he is the mayor of Scream Street and literally makes it his own freak show in the books, and Karla runs her Zoo of the Weird, so maybe they run the circus together, or he runs it and she's in charge of hunting down more attractions. It could also fit here for Dr. F. to also be working, being in charge of the weird-ening of the freaks. Or maybe she runs the "hospital" separetely, who knows. I think it's interesting to explore the idea of the characters who would run the ccircus, but also part of the creepiness of the DWC is just how mysteryous it is, and how little we know about it, only being implied but never explicitly shown or told (the chairman is literally only shown as a shadow), so I'd also like it to remain a bit vague, and not really get into the logistic of it.

In that case tho, GHOUL probably still needs multiple trackers to search for attractions, so besides Karla, I think Zeal Chillchase may also be here. And maybe, just maybe, he helps the kids escape and change things around like the books, assuming there's a happy ending for them (or fuck it, maybe he's a cold blooded bad boy who blindly follows the system and is doomed by the narrative to commit and suffer attrocities like everyone else lol).

And, uh... Dixon is the bus driver I suposse.

Thank you for listening to my autistic ramblings.

[girldragongizzard]

Epilogue 3: The Fenverse

"People say that my experiment failed dramatically," Fenmere the Poet says to me as we watch the proceedings. "But those that do weren't there. And they fail to acknowledge the beneficial repercussions of what the Harmless Free Radicals did. But, of course, I never finished the comic, so there's no record. Still…" She gestures at the two Artists working to restore the wooded wetland of her old vacant lot.

I've read what remains of that comic, what's left online, and I really can't see how it was part of anything big. There's very little that's special about it, and it's messy and weird. But, then, the outward appearances of the works of the Artists are often like that.

What I can see now, however, is that Chapman is crouched down working with Scilla the Botonist, quietly and carefully, murmuring in low relaxed tones. I am, in fact, in the presence of three Artists and they are not bickering, arguing, snapping at each other, or otherwise showing any sort of friction between them. And that is profoundly, disturbingly unusual. And nice.

This work started with the new year, actually. Every month, Chapman and Scilla have made their rounds to each of Säure's burn scars, and started prepping them for a year of intense, planned but wild growth. It only took that long to get started because they had to form the business and strike up a contract with the city to do the repairative work instead of someone else. Though, that was helped along thanks to certain connections I'd already established, and a few strategic pieces of poetry by Fenmere.

This is my first time going along for the rounds, though, so Fenmere is bragging to me about what she's done to make this possible.

I'm genuinely interested, of course, because this is Fairport and Artist history, though I was even alive for a lot of it.

"I was the first, you know," Fenmere says. "This is why I've called myself 'the Worm' for so long. A reminder of my first form, but also of how lowly we all truly are. A reminder to myself to be humble, though I'm still very terrible at that." She looks at me for a moment as if to see if I'm about to react to what she's said, but I'm afraid I'm a disappointment to her. She continues after a breath, "I got to see the hatching of each of my siblings, and watch them grow with the help of the others in a way I didn't get to experience. And almost immediately, there was fighting. We've never all got along. Too many differences."

"Ah," I say.

I've been constantly working on my vocabulary, but I seem to be coming to the limits of it. So, I've started collecting noises that are as versatile as possible. The various grunts of acknowledgement that English speaking humans use to keep a conversation going. It seems that I can learn to imitate an unlimited number of noises, really, but only remember a small handful of them as words. So when I practice and use a new word for long enough, my memory of a less used one will become less available when I need it. I'll never talk like a human without my AAC, and I'm totally OK with that. Often, I prefer it.

"Now I know what people like Säure and his ilk say about us Artists. I know they call us the Architects, or other terms and phrases of similar provenance and intent. And that my work, my Fenverse, must seem like playing into their expectations," the Poet explains in her strange, rough, lispy voice, mouth opening a minuscule fraction to let the air and sound from her syrinx escape, her nostrils doing most of the work. "But, I don't give a flying shit about them. Whether we're talking about ants or gods, cooperation is better than eternal conflict. And the world really has seen too many eons of chaos as it is. I think it is high time for some more harmony. Don't you?"

"Yes," I agree.

She gestures with her right claw at the ground of the land surrounding the creek, which gleams in the morning sun, and says, "When they are done planting this round of seeds, I'll bless the lot with some of my words, and we'll be ready to go to the next location. This should never have happened. But we can bring it back to its original half-assed glory of municipal environmental posturing within the year, and to something much better by the next. The raccoons and deer will love it!" She turns to smile at me, eyes doing the same slow blink that I do. "Of course, the Earth needs far more work than this. And if something isn't done soon, this lot will burn down again in no time. But I think with how us dragons have turned out, and how we may be shaping humanity and the world itself in ways that we Artists could never achieve, there should be some hope!"

I bob my head.

"But I am still inordinately proud of what I did," she mumbles. "The Fenverse was probably my greatest work."

"How?" I ask, happy that that word bubbled up in time to use it.

"Did you know that not all poetry must be written or spoken in words to be considered poetry?" she asks me.

"No," I reply, honestly. That sounds like bullshit.

"It is true," she says. "I've been composing poetry since billions of years before language existed, so I should know, of course. In any case, it was simple. I used the ridiculous shenanigans portrayed in my comics to lure representatives from the various cliques and factions of my siblings. And then, when all the important players were here, I bound them in a poem, the Fenverse. And despite what they think, it worked. I was so cunning, I disgust myself."

As I said, having read the comics myself I still find that hard to believe. But, again, Rhoda once said that the Artists are like the scientists to the ants that are the rest of us. And I certainly know that the Artists can Do Things. Chapman, for instance, can draw a few careful lines on a paper cup and turn it into a megaphone. Or with a few different lines, and a hole in the end, it becomes a small jet engine. So I don't discount anything Fenmere is saying, as hard it as it is for me to emotionally accept it.

—

Way back. Thursday, October 24, 2002, if I recall correctly.

The new coffee shop finally opened its doors where the old Donut Kitchen used to be. The sign on the brick column in front of the door had the business' logo as big as a child. And it was a child. A cartoon of a black haired girl holding a huge steaming cup of coffee.

I was the first customer. I'd been checking their "opening soon" sign every day to be sure I remembered the hour correctly. 6:30 am, October 24.

It was a different set of owners at the time. They'd eventually sell the place to their employees, after starting their own roastery. All such good people, even if they occasionally had their differences.

That day, I put up with the company of others to start a line at the door at five o' clock. And the owners, who were staffing the counter that morning, were bewildered and delighted by the enthusiasm of these five people, as if they found themselves hosting a rock show with first come first serve seating or something. I don't know why, but when the doors opened, the other four people stepped aside and insisted I go first.

I was wearing New Balance shoes from K-Mart, a pair of jeans I found at Good Will that were a bit too baggy and held up by a belt my grandfather gave me, and a huge gray hoodie. The biggest hoodie I could find, hood up, with my beard poking out from it. There was a crumpled up collection of dollar bills in my fist in the pocket.

This was before I'd become fully disabled. I think the job I had at the time was at a record store. It wasn't going well. The boss was a high strung anal-retentive dick.

Look, I've never really used words like that to describe anybody before. It's not my style. But there really isn't a better way to describe this guy.

I'd already put myself on the waiting list for the Magnolia apartments, though. I think I knew where I was headed already.

Anyway, I did not look or smell like someone anyone should give deference to. But for the brief few seconds, I was treated like a lady, and it hurt in such a good way. And I'm sure none of the people there knew or would have guessed why.

I ordered a cowboy cookie and a double tall mocha with no whipped cream, and then immediately saw my favorite seat, off in the far corner.

The golden upholstery, high back with wings, and deep shadows of the twelve buttons punched through the padding all called to me, but the location was the best part. I could watch the whole cafe from there, and the parabolic array of my hood would channel sound from the front into my ears.

So that's where I was sitting when the wild haired, goateed person in a navy blue trench coat walked in, shoving their hand deep into their satchel to pull out a stack of neon orange quarter page handbills. They were so excited. And, now, I know that most people looking at this person would have gendered them a man, just like what they would have done looking at me. But, I know better now, so I'm using they/them in retrospect, even though their name is a stereotypically male name.

I really don't know many enbies named Jonathan.

After placing their order, and introducing themself, which they did with excruciating politeness and care, they pushed their stack of handbills forward on the counter and said, "I'd like to ask if it's OK for me to distribute these weekly comics here. They're kinda weird, but my friend draws them, and we both thought this would be the perfect place, because your logo looks like one of her characters!"

Both owners of the shop leaned forward over the counter to look at the sample of the comic, Andi up on her tiptoes in order to see, and Henry leaning in sideways, hands busy wiping down a freshly cleaned mug.

"Oh, yeah!" Andi said. "These would be great! We'd be honored to carry these!"

"Oh, sweet. Thank you!" Jonathan said, then took most of the stack and turned to put them on the windowsill near the counter. "Is this a good spot."

"You bet," Henry said.

Then Jonathan, waiting for their drink with hands in pockets, looked my way and pulled a hand out to wave.

I guess I waved back.

They grinned, then kept looking around the shop in awe of it.

The decor was the same back then as it is now, but the colors of the walls and ceiling were different. With the new owners came a fresh look, but still in the same basic "actually the Victorians really loved color" theme. The fixtures and collection of strange glassware in the windows have remained. The glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling were added much later. They were absent when Jonathan took in the place.

Walls the color of milky coffee were trimmed with golden orange molding, and the ceiling was an amazing yellow. The furniture and counters were painted in a circus rainbow of reds, blues, greens, yellows, and the occasional purple. The radiator was painted a dark russet.

"Great Scott, I love this place," Jonathan said.

"Thank you!" Andi exclaimed, handing them their drink in a to-go cup.

Then Jonathan left.

Andi shot me a smile before returning to her place behind the counter.

The other four customers who had been waiting with me outside the door were also scattered around the shop, and had watched the exchange. One of them stood up to go look at one of the comics. I watched them flip it over and read something on the back, then put it back down, grunting. Then they left.

After a couple of hours, I was the only customer in the shop, so I got up to see what the fuss was about.

The comic was titled Harmless Free Radicals and was marked as copyright 2002 by Fenmere, the Worm. It was printed in thick black toner on this Astrobrite card stock, four up and then trimmed into these little handbills. This one had only one panel. It was a scratchy cartoon of a girl, a lot like the one on the shop's logo, sitting on the floor next to her bed, with some kind of little dragon made entirely of shadow perched on her bed looking over her shoulder. She was holding a set of the comic handbills.

"More cards?! How? I thought they came out once a week! It's only Thursday!" the little dragon exclaimed. I felt like I could hear her voice.

"Shush! Stop breaking character! We have to maintain a suspension of disbelief in order for this to work," the girl replied in low tones, I imagined.

There was a url. It was a webcomic in the early '00s. Of course self-referential meta fourth wall breaking bullshit was totally in at the time. Well, all the webcomic authors seemed to think it was a hit.

—

After an hour or so of listening to Fenmere talk about her big scheme, her Fenverse, I'm maybe ready to say more than just a word here or there.

During a pause in her speech, while she's busy observing the work of her siblings, I turn and plod my way over to the sidewalk and pull out my tablet to put it on the concrete. Then I look at her and wait for her to notice. She has fully forward facing eyes, like a human's, so her peripheral vision isn't as great as mine.

"So, in any case," she starts saying and then looks over to where I was. Then she notices where I am and how I've pulled out my tablet. "Yes?"

"Ian and Brenna starred in comic," I tell her. "What about Ink and Jenifer?" Ink was the little dragon and Jenifer the girl.

"Oh, yes," Fenmere says. "Everyone in the comic was a real person who lives today. Though, Ink is Jenifer's imaginary friend. She's sort of a special case."

"And Jonathan?" I ask. "They aren't a hampster."

"Oh, yes they are," Fenmere says.

"Like Kimberly a poodle?" I ask.

"Oh, beans, no," Fenmere chuckles. "That's 'Hamster, with a capital 'H' and an apostrophe before it. The cartoon was a liberty to throw people off, but Jonathan is from Bellingham. A Bellinghamster."

"Bellingham? Where that?" I ask.

"Somewhere else," Fenmere says. "It's unimportant now. In any case, as I was saying, in order to make the whole thing work I had to bind Fairport in the treaty as well. It's inherently part of the alliance. So, when my siblings come here, there's a minimal amount of trouble they can cause each other. And when I'm present, it's peaceful."

"Wait," I say.

"Yes?"

"You started comic in 2000?"

"I did."

"And you finish in 2015?"

Fenmere cringes and says, "I stopped in 2015. The Fenverse was completed then, but not the comic. I'll always regret that, but there are more important things to do now."

"What is Fenverse?" I ask, even though she sort of already explained it. I want a more detailed description. Something's itching at the back of my mind.

"My entire life's work," Fenmere says. "A poem written with the fabric of reality itself, where my siblings are the words, and this city, Fairport, is the signature. I had to use the inherent magic of humanity to make it work, though. Other people, other animals, would have eventually sufficed. Humans were just lucky enough to put together the right mix of dreaming, beliefs, and science, I think."

"Why Fairport?" I ask.

"Because I was here at the time," Fenmere replies. "It's nothing that special, except maybe it tends to isolate itself from the rest of the world too much, and lies to itself about its own nature. Like a lot of small cities across the world. So that isn't all that special, either, just the right properties for what I needed. Also, I like the coffee here."

"Are people of Fairport part of Fenverse?" I prod, getting to the crux of my itch.

"Oh, I suppose yes, they'd have to be, since the city wouldn't exist without them," she responds, looking up in the air at something in her mind.

"I bound by Fenverse," I say.

"You were here, so yes," she says.

"Rhoda bound by Fenverse," I point out.

"Oh."

I get up and walk away. I've got some thinking to do.

I think I'm going to want to compare notes with Chapman, when sie is free to think about this kind of thing. And I want to figure things out more clearly before I talk to Rhoda about it. And, I also wish I was in better touch with Ptarmigan. There were a bunch of things the Artists were doing when we were fighting Säure that didn't have obvious effects, and they didn't explain what happened. I feel like the same thing is going on here with the Fenverse, whatever it really was.

More particularly, I think the Artists aren't always fully aware of the side effects of their Arts. Or they don't care.

I have no idea if it could be true, but Fenmere's exclamation when I pointed it out seems to indicate it's a distinct possibility.

If Rhoda and I are part of the same enforced treaty that was meant to bind all of Fenmere's siblings to some sort of harmony and peace, maybe that was a force in the way the dracomorphosis unfolded. It might be how Rhoda became the Bellwether, or the Dreamer.

Because right about the time Fenmere was putting the final touches on her life's work, a poem that was billions of years in the making if we believe her, Rhoda was freshly grieving the loss of her child, Jacob. Only a handful of years into that grief, at most. Not a perfect coincidence, and other people in the city must have been grieving things. But still.

I'm not sure it's relevant in the grand scheme of things, though, besides giving Fenmere something to think about. To bring her up short next time she's doing something that big.

Things still happened the way they did, and a bunch of other things that were going very badly have started turning around.

I'm not sure anyone would really want to risk rewinding things and doing them differently, even if we could do that.

I know I don't.

[cuprohastes]

The planet of terrible choices

It took Dave a surprisingly long time to ask, “Why are we here”.

“Philosophically you mean?” Asked Phalanges Mitten.

Dave “The Human”, an Adult female Tsin said “Not really.”

Phalanges Mitten, adult Human male — But technically a seven-foot tall dusty purple dinosaur, for tax reasons, squinted a bit at his friend and pursed his lips.

“Well in the long term, to provide an environment for replication, because evolution doesn’t really care why or how as long as you do. Medium term, to make sure the toilets don’t back up and short term, because it’s Delicious Unexplained Crunchy Food Stick day, and we wanted lunch?”

Dave examined his all-species ‘It’s not chicken, but you can eat it’ finger. She dipped it in some Aumu sauce mixed with chives. “I mean, you’re not wrong…” she said. 

Leaving comments open to see where the conversation went was always a fun game.

“But no, I mean the station. We’re orbiting this planet right, because there’s something down there that everyone’s interested in, but not urgently. But I don’t think I ever asked why?” She said, and snarfed down the breaded mycoprotein with a frankly adorable muzzle wiggle.

“Oh.” Said Phalanges. “Well, uh, it’s of special scientific… uh. Actually, that’s a good point.”

And at this point, let’s introduce Cat Fantastic: Cat is an actual Atrix, but currently they’re about the size of a chonky iguana. Cat’s issue is that he doesn’t have a patch of chromophores on his forehead, which is the very important non-verbal part of Atrix communication.

Frankly, not having the patch trips some really severe ‘uncanny valley’ responses, and the Atrix just got over their tendency to stamp on hatchlings who are missing their display patch.

Due to Phalanges (Prior name: Dave the Human, which an astute reader would also notice is the name the Tsin is using) hanging out in the Atrix section, someone arranged for Cat to team up with Phalanges. Who and how is currently a mystery, but now Phalanges has his own ‘Little Guy’.

Which is to say, they’re hanging out together and Cat is learning the fascinating subject of fixing the station’s sewerage and reclamation system, and officially they’re a team.

Cat in this instance peeks over the edge of the table from where he’s sitting on one of the chairs munching his own lunch and says “Graaaaaaak”.

Phalanges and Dave look at him with surprise. “Really? Well, I’m glad someone looked it up.” Says Dave. “Go on then…”

A tale of cultural incompetence.

So the way Cat Fantastic tells it is like this:

At some point in the history of the planet, the inhabitants had developed nations and a couple of religions.

One in particular did very well due to the leaves of a specific type of tree: It had very broad smooth leaves which were naturally coated with an antifungal, anti-biotic wax. Which made them ideal for washing down and using as plates, or for wrapping food. Or, indeed, boiling off and making an effective topical medicine.

This gave the nation a bit of a boost. They didn’t get sick as much from spoiled food, their first aid was a bit more effective, and so on. And so over time, the practice of using leaves from plate trees led to two important results:

First, there were more people, so more plate trees were cultivated to produce more leaves.

Second, the people developed a whole set of traditions, and beliefs which codified into a religion, who’s main theme was that the people were so good and perfect that the gods had gifted them with paper plates. 

And anyone who didn’t use them, like those icky guys over by the coast, who insisted on using wood bowls smeared with leftovers, were extremely gross and obviously not in favour with the gods due to being somehow inferior.

OK, so the obvious solution is to grow more trees, clear out all this useless vegetation and only keep plants which you can eat.

And thus agriculture was born, followed shortly by the coast people being forcibly converted into leaf plate using or mysteriously all setting fire to their own huts and vanishing, what a mystery.

You should definitely not look into what’s being used as fertiliser for the plate trees.

Anyway. This nation, very pleased with their righteousness, took their brilliant way of life and slowly nibbled away at their neighbours, most of whom were still hunter-gatherers.

All was great, hail the plate tree.

And then because they’d planted a vast monoculture, and cleared out anything that wasn’t food or plate trees, they caused a massive environmental collapse. 

Due to the insistence of e.g. introducing a fast-growing, water hungry plant to a biome that couldn’t really support it they caused desertification.

They wiped out many ‘pest’ species and flora that was pretty important to the smooth running of the ecosphere, causing further collapse.

“Ah.” Said Dave. “Yes, I can see where this is going.” She added and nodded to the planet, which was not a healthy colour.

“Speaking from experience, turning your planet to dust is a real embuggerance.”

Phalanges nodded sympathetically. The Tsin had discovered space robotic space flight and, within thirty years, developed orbital bombardment. Then someone had determined that those guys over there needed to be taught a lesson.

And that’s how the Tsin spent the last half millennium living in bunkers and trying to restore a working biosphere from whatever their ancestors had managed to preserve.

It’s also the reason the Tsin are having an issue with genetic bottlenecks.

Phalanges nodded in agreement. Humans had done a number on their biosphere, but the remediation had been more or less working, albeit slowly and fitfully when the Wallandernook showed up and sold them a janky old spacefolder, and it’s hyperefficient energy conversion engine.

“So they, what, tried to outrun their environmental collapse by invading more land?”

“Graaak”

“Ha, called it…”

The People had indeed pushed further to plant more plate trees and acquire more Prisoners-With-Jobs to look after the farms, temples and so on.

By the late stages they’d even begun to realise that the leaves were the issue and that one could make replacements out of pressed fibre, or eventually, basic plastics.

Which of course were both problematic in themselves, and also deeply heretical to traditionalists.

And now, the planet was a nutrient poor world with a massive monoculture, slowly speciating from the original plate trees, with massive deserts and dessicated plantations, and a crumbled array of civilisations.

The cities and towns abandoned by the people who’d slowly gone back to hunting and gathering and slowly fading away.

And above it all, a station filled with people from other worlds who’d banded together to discover what history was left, and document it.

“Wow.” Said Phalanges, lunch long since finished. “Sounds exactly like the sort of thing Humans would do.”

“And Tsin” said Dave.

“Graak.” Said Cat.

“OK, but Atrix are different.” Said Dave. “Everyone knows you guys don’t use plates.”

[nellie7sstuff]

Hi I just read yr loki x male reader headcannon I was just wondering if you could do a headcannon or a short fic about it. About injured winged male reader x loki (loki is part of the avengers and he found he somewhere in the forest) he help him reader soon began an avenger and time passes loki develop a feeling for him, one day he drag reader on the balcony and he says to reader about his feeling then reader just cups his cheeks then kiss him loki also kisses back then one of the avengers saw them probably natasha or tony said "It finally you two idiots be together" then reader covers his wing like a shield (I guess) and continue to kiss loki. Ehehehe

Please make it fluff, cute

If thats ok with you if u want to make it

Avenger!Loki x Winged!M!Reader oneshot/hcs

hope this lives up to your expectations lol

(he/him) pronouns are used for both people

& (she/her) for a special character🤭

Loki had been an Avenger for a while now. He'd made amends with the people of Earth and with the Avengers, and was now one of them.

One day, while he was taking a walk in the forest that surrounds the Avengers compound, Loki heard cries coming from an inner part of the woods. He brushed it off thinking it was an animal, until he heard a large thud. This was not an animal, he thought, so he decided to follow where he thought the sound had come from until he reached a spot where many branches seemed to have been broken and scattered everywhere. In the middle of everything was a man. Not just any ordinary man though, but one with wings. Loki thought this to be very unusual, but that was quickly interrupted by the fact that winged man was bleeding. A lot. Loki quickly brought his hands to the wound and used his magic to heal him. Emerald green light beamed from his hands as he used his magic to mend the wound.

After the injury had been taken care of, Loki began to take notice to the man's face. He was rather handsome in Loki's opinion, but then, the man's eyes began to slowly blink open. The man looked startled to see the God of Mischief kneeling beside him in the middle of the forest. As a way to clear the tension, Loki was the first one to speak.

He cleared his throat, "Hello there, I'm-" he began. "I know who you are, Loki," the winged man spoke. "Ah, yes. But who are you?" Loki asked, as he helped the man sit up. "My name is (y/n)," he explained. "Lovely to meet you, uh, but may I ask what happened?"

"It's a bit of a long story, but to sum it all up I was flying around," he stated, as if it was a normal occurrence for people to have wings and to be flying around, "and I guess I must have flown too high because I began to feel lightheaded and I must have passed out as I was falling because the next thing I knew I was laying here next to you."

"I see," Loki said. "Well then, we should get you to the infirmary just to make sure everything is in order."

Before the winged man could protest, Loki had scooped him up and began to carry him back to the compound.

***

Months had passed and (y/n) had officially joined the Avengers. Which meant him and Loki got to spend lots of time together. They'd always paired up during training or on missions, and if there was any free time, you know they would be spending all of it together. They talked about things that no one else would know. Loki told (y/n) all about his troubled past and how he came to know his true heritage, and (y/n) had opened up to Loki about how he was cast out from his family for being the only one to have (small/big wings or just wings at all).

***

One night after a big mission, Loki went to (y/n)'s bedroom. He knocked on the door and waited for an answer. "It's open!" he heard from the other side, so he entered.

"(y/n)..could we talk?" he asked.

"Sure, is everything alright, Loki?"

"Yes, yes, of course. Um, let's go onto the balcony, shall we?

Loki lead (y/n) onto the balcony, letting him go out first so he didn't get stuck between the door frame and his friends wings. "So, what did you want to talk about?" (y/n) asked after they both settled onto the balcony.

"Well, um..alright I think I should just come out and say it, (y/n). You are my best friend,"

"Uh huh."

"And I would never want to mess things up but I do believe that I truly love you and I can't go another day without telling you this," Loki inhaled deeply after speaking so fast. (y/n) just started at him before cupping his cheeks and pulling him close.

"Um..is this okay can I-"

"Yes! I mean, yes it's alright."

"Good." (y/n) pulled Loki in closer til their lips touched. Loki brought his hands up to the man's head and ran his fingers through his hair.

Beneath the balcony they were standing on, Natasha had taken a step outside for some fresh air, when she heard people talking above her. She took a few steps back to see who it was, and the sight she saw was much different than what she was expecting. "Finally!" she shouted up at them. "We've all been wondering when you two idiots would get together."

The two men jolted back a bit before looking down over the railing and seeing her staring up at them. Then, (y/n) pulled Loki back in and cover their faces with his wings.

*a little extra!!*

after they *finally* get together, nothing changes too much since they were already so close

they start sleeping together(take this however you want, i dont mean it in a sexual way though)

they cuddle A LOT

loki wakes up earlier than him so he can admire his features in the light that comes in from the windows

he thinks his wings are beautiful and loves to feel how soft they are

the avengers are TIRED of their pda

[lavender-rosa]

Kny Characters + What stories would they write?

Ok last one for now I just had a lot of ideas

(Also kind of a modern au)

This is also really long, it contains the majority of the characters

Tanjirou: Pens a very lovely and whimsical tale about a boy who goes exploring in a sunny wood and comes across various talking animals who often say funny, charming and sometimes deeply profound things about the nature of the world. Think Le Petít Prince meets Winnie the Pooh. Half of the people who read the story thought that it was a delightful read while the other half thought it needed more conflict (lameasses)

Nezuko: When she was a human she was too busy taking care of her younger siblings and doing laundry to write down her little tween girl self-insert fantasies of joining Robin Hood's band of merry men and becoming the new leader who steals Robin Hood's heart <3 and other similar characters who fight sexily against injustice.

Zenitsu: Writes cringy self-insert fanfic both in modern au and in the taishou era. He writes selfcest fanfic (but don't you get it? It's actually a metaphor about the duality of the self, and he's working out his inner demons UGH don't make fun of him!!!!!) and is that guy who writes really dark, fucked up fanfic about cartoons (he has watched a lot of anime). He's really into theaters, plays, operas, musicals you name it. He went through a big Tennessee Williams phase and tried to write exactly like him to.....middling success. He tried to write a musical once only to realize one song in, that an advanced sense of hearing and proficiency in multiple musical instruments doesn't actually equate to having any compositional talent. He'll stick to critiquing and leave the creative writing to people with more style and imagination.

Inosuke: He narrates a story about a boy who escapes an opressive society and goes to start an anarchist commune in the woods with other refugees. The fact that there are no rules and everyone does what they want is epic and he doesn't miss his old life at all even a little bit and then they all live happily ever after, the end. Shinobu claims that while his narration style is direct and incisive, the story ultimately lacks nuance.

Genya: He had a really big crush on Mulan and Li Shang when he was a kid and when he saw the garbage straight to DVD sequel it dissapointed him so badly he vowed to rewrite it so that it was good now, actually. He got three pages in before it occured to him that this was a waste of his time because no one but him would ever actually read it, and he abandoned it. Little did he know that little Nezuko would have loved to read it, but he didn't know Nezuko yet. Alas.

Kanao: She writes a series of diary entries from the perspective of a teenage girl. At first she's just talking about stereotypical teenage girl stuff, like the boy she likes and the mean thing her friend said at the mall, but then at some point the narrator realises that she's in a story, and her diary entries get introspective and frantic and meta as she is ultimately crushed under the weight of her own narrative. Her teacher deems it "brilliant" and suggests submitting it to literary magazines for publication to which Kanao replies "no thanks Λ_Λ 🫧"

Aoi: She once wrote a story inspired by "Over the Garden Wall" about two characters who are clearly her and Kanao navigating a sinister, mysterious forest together. It really helped her work through some stuff.

Senjurou: He makes an artbook of his crafts, paintings and photography. It has a very special place on Rengoku's shelf.

Rest of characters under read more

Shinobu: She writes a story about a lesbian pirate who has an affair with a bisexual tavernkeeper who is cheating on her shitty husband right under his nose. One day the husband finds out and gets violent so they kill him and serve chunks of his flesh to stray alley cats. Her friends and family really enjoy the story but others don't understand "why everything Shinobu writes needs to have such an agenda"

Sanemi: He pens a tragic fairytale about an empress who loses all of her children to various causes and ultimately kills herself. The style is very poetic and beautiful but the story is so unbelievably sad that anyone who reads it is prompted to ask "what was the point of this" and "if you need help i have a pretty good therapist i can recommend"

Giyuu: He once wrote a novella about a miserable, traumatised young man who causes problems for himself for no reason. Shinobu reads it and says "Wow Giyuu, this is an amazing piece of satire I never knew you had such a great sense of humour!" And Giyuu is just like "it wasn't meant to be comedic" and Shinobu's like "Oh......." Many years down the line Sanemi reads it too and argues that the protagonist needs to be punished more by the narrative and Giyuu responds "thanks...I'll keep that in mind....."

Gyomei: While not a man of many words, the novel he has been dictating reveals a very beautiful, sensitive, poetic soul and may move you to tears.

Muichirou: Doesn't read books and now you want him to write one???

Uzui: He wrote touching and hilarious letters to his wives whenever they were apart, which they keep stored in a small wooden chest and pull out to read whenever they are feeling wistful. Besides that he has no desire to write anything. The most he ever writes is when he is writing letters to other Pillars, which always say the same thing "Hey come over here so I can talk to you in person. Fuck you. Tengen"

Mitsuri: In the Kimetsu Gakuen comic series she along with Shinobu brainstormed a manga called "Sishinta and Friends" where all the characters are pieces of sushi and the romantic rival is a piece of shrimp called Ebi that looks like Rengoku and gets into conflict with a fried piece of salmon called Yakishake that looks like Akaza, who wants Ebi to get fried because if he doesn't he will spoil and die, but Ebi argues that getting spoiled quickly defines sushi and that he would never become fried and thus the two engage in a vicious crustacean vs aquatic vertebrate battle. Not kidding, it's chapter 11

Iguro: He writes a story from the perspective of an electron that doesn't know that it's entangled but can sometimes still feel that it is connected to something across the universe when it spins. It is a brilliant poignant story about starcrossed love and the significance of relationality across the cosmos that almost none of his peers understand "because it all sounds too sciencey"

Rengoku: Had a diary detailing his childhood, his mother and her passing, his father's descent into alcoholism, his little brother, his training exercises, his missions and his unsuccessful attempts at making his father proud. As the years passed the diary entries became shorter and shorter until one day they completely stopped...

Kagaya: Writes a dark comedy about a horrible, pathetic man who makes everyone around him miserable including himself because he refuses to adjust his insane principles even when presented with tangible evidence that contradicts his beliefs, at one point he commits multiple murders and gets away with them until the end of the story where he is killed by his own myopic greed. Muzan claims that the hero of the story "is greatly sympathetic" and that "he deserved a better fate" Kagaya is just like "yeah...I kinda knew you would say that... :)"

Tamayo: She pens a lot of theory that is highly abstract, very dense, overly cerebral, sprawling and bordeline illegible. Her works are sort of like if Feynman and Derrida had a baby and also that baby was in highly need of an editor that could whittle down every four pages into one sentence. She writes theory on every scientific field imaginable, including fields she all but invented. People who can actually figure out what the hell she is saying insist that she is a genius and that her ideas changed their life, but most people don't even bother or just pretend to have read her stuff.

Yushiro: He writes academic criticism/theory/research, which is ever so slightly more lucid and succinct than Tamayo's.

Kyogai: Writes a story about ghosts throughout time occupying a single house together, haunting each other, ever temporarily overlapping in a cacophony of grief. While coherent it is very dense, and most of his publishers don't bother actually unpacking it, so they mostly just complain about the non-linear timeline being "too confusing" (lameasses)Tanjirou loves it though.

Rui: When he was still a human he had diary entries, which served as a treasured outlet through to vent his supressed and overwhelming feelings regarding his illness. He didn't write every day, and sometimes his entries were longer than others. In the weeks between him meeting Muzan and him murdering his parents, Rui's diary entries took a turn for the messy, rambling, dramatic and graphic. His diaries were well-hid under a rug in his room and thus never found.

Muzan: He writes about an ubermensch who is able to valiantly resist the liberal indoctrination of the pathetic sjws who are triggered by his inner strength and sharp intelligence. It reads almost identically to Kagaya's story (except with a vastly different prose style), but unlike Kagaya, it is completely sincere and not remotely a satire. Unfortunate.

Kaigaku: Writes a story about a "really cool" alpha male whose girlfriend unfairly dumps him after their wannabe sigma male acquaintance who was jealous of him because he loved his girlfriend gets him cancelled on Twitter for saying a slur 10 years ago. But it turns out said guy who steals his girlfriend is actually a terrible person who treats women like shit despite posturing as a feminist for clout. Zenitsu reads it and is like "wow, this could actually be a very well thought out critique on performative allyship and how any kind of man can be equally abusive to the women in their lives....if not for the fact that THE SIGMA MALE IN THIS STORY IS CLEARLY A STAND IN FOR ME ???????"

Daki: She def has a "went through a phase of writing hardcore slash fic" vibes, I can't explain it but she does. She's also incredible at writing roasts. She gives a speech at every birthday party she has been invited to and it fucking kills.

Gyutaro: The first and only time he ever attempted constructing his own story was when he was very young, where he devised a truly gruesome story about woodland creatures that accidentally made Ume cry. Whoops!

Gyokko: He wrote the japanese equivalent of Donatien Alphonse Francois Marquis de Sade's "120 Days of Sodom" the book that inspired the well-known 1975 film Saló (on a sidenote: I have read the book and it's much worse than the movie, just read the wiki summary to get the idea) Anyways if you are familiar with the book or the film you should know that whatever the hell Gyokko wrote is not suitable for human or demon consumption alike.

Hantengu: Spent a couple decades or so publishing a series of action-adventure-erotica novels under a pseydonym. Once you've been around for long enough, you just start doing shit.

Akaza: When he was young he wrote about a brave and valiant samurai who goes off to slay an oni and bring it's head back as a trophy for the shogun, only to learn that the oni was really just minding her own business, leading him to question everything he thought he knew about the Japanese feudal government, and ultimately beheading the shogun instead. His teacher deemed it "intriguing, but slightly concerning" (Lame!!!) Also probably had a Magneto and a Robin Hood phase.

Douma: Publishes a book that is one part self-help, one part gloating memoir, one part spiritual guide, one part personality quiz and 100% barf. Hakuji cannot believe that Koyuki has read it cover to cover multiple times, as if it contains wisdom deserving to be gleaned even once. He'd burn it if he didn't know that Koyuki would just immediately go out and buy another copy, giving even more money to that bastardly scammer.

Kokushibou: He finds most novels insipid, poetry either boring at best or nauseating at worst, and fanfiction a hobby practiced only by the most simple minded buffoons so he doesn't think he's missing out. He once sent a letter to Douma but never received an answer from him, so when he asked him about it when they met face-to-face Douma simply told him that attempting to read through and trying to comprehend Kokushibou's highly antiquated and dense writing was sheer torture for him so he just gave up ❤ he advised him to modernize his writing, even just a tiny bit. Kokushibou could do that....but he refuses to ❤️

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Here is some more Euanthe stuff I made a little bit ago. She has been on my mind as of late and all I wanna do is draw her morreeeee. However, *sigh* I have finals I have to do, so for now this must suffice. Most of her tattoos are Magic Tattoos from TCoE, but recently she got a new fun homebrew tattoo I found online called the Tattoo of the Peregrine which basically lets her sprout big ole wings. She is a druid, so she can wildshape, but her wings help in situations when I don’t really want to use up a wild shape just to use her crazy perception to scout out an area. This particular tattoo was given to her by Athena at a level up (I forgot which level but we are lvl 17 now, and it was pretty recent, so it may have been 17 idk) so I figured it’d be fun to use owl wings for the reference, plus I feel like of all of the owls, barn owls are the most Artemis coded, seeing as she is the champion of Artemis.

Omg her first full body piece I made!! This one for sure is a throwback. I was still exploring her character and trying to fit as much of it into her design as possible. I’ve got a soft spot for this piece even through she has changed a bit since then. I still imagine her armor like this, maybe a bit more leather here and there and some more fancy stuff since they’ve leveled up quite a bit since this piece was made but similar vibes. I don’t usually draw her in full armor just because I like drawing her tattoos so much, but here she is. Oh and how could I forget about Argos!! He is her oldest friend and the best boy in all the ancient greek world. She carved him out of marble she found in her woods one day a very long time ago. Before the campaign started, he would sit on a plinth at one side of the the forest Euanthe was tasked with caring for and greet travelers when they arrived at its borders. These particular woods can be quite disorienting, and many a traveller have gotten swallowed up entirely by its charms, so Euanthe and Argos existed there as guides as much as they were protectors.

This one dates itself… The character on the right is Hybris, champion of Dionysus, so this format was quite fitting lmao. This was following some events in campaign in which Hybris may or may not have accidentally made a child go blind and become a seer and almost get arrested and by proxy almost made the rest of the party get arrested… but its ok because he fixed it by starting a rager that got the entire city of Athens to get drunk and completely forget about it all… ah the memories…

Ah yes, the Albion arc…

Basically, we were in a place that was guarded by a special kind of magic which meant that we couldn’t contact our gods and they couldn’t see us (hence the lunar eclipse). Euanthe in particular, since she is basically just a living amphora, doesn’t sleep, so she spends most nights meditating in temples of Artemis with the other huntresses. This arc was particularly hard for her. Her relationship with Artemis is complicated. She knows that Artemis created her for a reason, but she doesn’t know what that reason is, and she worries that her love for Artemis has grown outside of the bounds it was meant to.

I do really like this piece, but it’s very unpolished and I would like to revisit it soon to finish it up and maybe add a few things.

Then there is this onneeee… soo basically, I love this character so much that I may or may not have brought her into a Curse of Strahd campaign. But it’s ok i swear because she’s different in CoS I swear. Several hundred years have passed since the events of her original campaign, and she has grown quite jaded since the fall of the Greek Pantheon. In the original campaign, she’s pretty bubbly and optimistic, so its a pretty fun character development to play with.

Anyway… I love her and miss her and just wanted to post these as I reminisce…

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Well lets go asks about your aus. This Will be about the werewolf Ninjago au (i might be annoying from now on sorry)

(you can info dump as much as you want, i love Reading what you write)

Well First who does the werewolf things afect the ninjas? Like comunication, instincts, socializations, interactions, etc.

Does the other ninjas have a werewolf form? If yes who?

What about Zane? Is he like a mecanical werewolf.

What about the elements, do they still have it? If yes can they use It in they werewolf form?

Did any backstory of any character changed?

And How did Kai got his scars?

Ok this is Very long Sorry about that and have a great day!

okey :D this will be fun :) I love long asks like this. bother me anytime

1- being a werewolf affects ALOT of things. 1 the ninjas CANNOT comfortably live in a city. Partially because though the ninja don't look like most of the other werewolves and they have more control of themselves they are still werewolves which will make people wary or downright hostile. and also enhanced senses. Plus the ninja need lots of space to just run around in basically. Which is why the monastery is actually in the middle of a deep forest instead of on top of a mountain in this au. also All the ninja need more food than regular humans. and to be healthy they need a large portion of that to be meat. (the only one exempt from this would be Zane) Kai, Nya, and Cole also need a special tea Wu makes to keep from turning into a "feral" werewolf since they are werewolves because they where bitten.

this is a feral werewolf btw. Most werewolves are the feral ones. ferals are people who are forced to transform at night and they have no control over themselves when they do. Their werewolf forms basically kill anything in sight. Jay, Lloyd and Zane don't need the tea.

they all hunt regularly. While wolves The ninja can't speak but they do understand each other. They have no problem speaking in their partial human forms. All of the ninja's identities are hidden in this au to everyone except for a few like Jay's parents. also they all have to avoid silver. It burns them (minus zane yet again) 2- All the ninja are some type of werewolf. Wu does have horns, hooves and a dragon tail tho. He can hide them at will but doesn't really bother around the ninja.

3- Zane IS a mechanical werewolf :D his father and Creator Julien was a werewolf who lived in the snowy birch woods in an attempt to keep himself from hurting anyone. He still was an inventor though. Wu met Julian before he made Zane. Wu had actually been a little lost and there was a snowstorm. Wu showed Julien how to make the Tea that would help him control the werewolf curse.

After that Its much like how it is in the show with some added wolf shenanigans. Julien Got lonely and made Zane to be his son. He gave him the same abilities he had and even several extra. After Julien "dies" Zane forgets like he does in the show but remains in the woods with his (also mechanical but he doesn't know that) falcon who he had named Artemis (It bothered me the falcon was never given a name)

Wu goes back one day and ends up finding Zane. which is when they meet and Wu offers for Zane to join him at the monastery as his pupil. Wu had no clue Zane was a robot. Tbh Zane isn't really a werewolf at all ig? he doesn't abide by most werewolf rules. because he's a Robot and isn't affected by the curse at all.

4- Yes they have their elemental powers. Their powers can still be used in wolf form. 5- I think it's safe to say all their backstorys have changed somewhat. some more than others though i tried to keep the key points of the backstories in the show.

6- Kai has a tendency to get into fights and he was the only one of the ninja who was a feral werewolf in a populated area at one point. he got several scars that way. The bite mark on his arm however was the werewolf bite that turned him in the first place. all werewolves who got turned by bites have scars like that which never really fully heal of disapear. I can go into more depth into the individual backstories in separate posts if someone wants to ask about someone specifically.

have some extra lore for the au on werewolves in general:

the werewolf curse has been around since the time of the FSM. It was an old sorcerer that made it accidentally when he was trying to find a way to shapeshift. He used some oni magic and a random wolf he had acquired. The results were rather disastrous, during the day the sorcerer was human but at night a strange not quite wolf creature that killed anything in sight. These are the werewolves most of ninjago are familiar with and have existed with for forever.

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For the ask game! 14 and 15, which is a freebie for me ;P

15. What was the inspiration for how you write Twilight interacting with the spirits of the environment around them?

oh man ok so 14's a toughie bc i post as i write XD let me see if ive got anything....this is from a whump everybody suffers fic starring sky, wars & twilight that idk if ill ever finish??? but here :D

Twilight forced a stinging pain across his shoulders into little more than a dull ache. He scooped the chosen hero up in his arms first, trudging towards Wars. Trial and error, doing his best to keep either of them off the ground for too long. Finally, the captain was draped over the rancher’s back, Sky carried in both his arms. Twilight waded forward through the thick snow. The weight of the other two kept him from tipping. Nausea moved across him like a tide, but he did his best to avoid vomiting on Sky. Despite the discomfort, the exhaustion, the cold and dizziness, Twilight pressed on. He could survive a storm like this if he needed. The others couldn’t.

15. yknow i dont know XD just seems right for him? theres this whole shadowcanon idea that ordon is annexed by hyrule and that hylians are really not common to the area. ordon village relies on ordona for protection so i think it just snowballed from there esp with the idea of a forest temple. i think it just came to be sort of a thing where ordon is a very thank the land for its bounty kind of place. river spirts, wind spirits, forest spirits etc. i also choose to hc that the part of the woods where the forest temple is is a spirit woods mostly untouched by the mortal world. its kind of a realm of its own where forest spirits still linger and people dont go there often (except link bc hes special)