#this was a sketch that got OUT OF CONTROL but they deserve it ;-:

[signedeclipse]

Ooh, i found your page, and i saw your prompt post about the Multiple/All hashira have feelings for the reader who is the best swordsmith and all want their swords done by her, I think it be funny to also add Hotaru Haganezuka to the mix and him also being like "im not sharing my fellow Smith back off!" :D

I think all would be funny with all hashira, but anyone underage it's like I admire you and you are now my older sibling/parent now.

Giyuu | Gyomei | Mitsuri | Muichiro | Obanai | Sanemi | Shinobu [X Reader]

In which you are the best swordsmith, and the hashira you're assigned to adore you.

Giyuu

He never deserved any kind of special blade, special treatment, or anything above what the average person got

At least, thats how Giyuu thought about things

Recently, his swordsmith had retired, and while he had stated he didn't care who got the job, there was still pressure for him to pick since it was considered some kind of honour

During his visit to the village, he met you at an izakaya, where you were talking with the owner about your proposal for the 'hashira in town'

He felt bad for walking in, knowing you didn't intend for him to hear anything, so he immediately tried to hide in the corner and finish his food sooner

Unfortunately, the owner immediately pointed him out, and asked him to come over to talk to you

Both of you were red with embarrassment, and Giyuu had to insist you stop apologizing

You were nervous about talking about the design, but eventually he caught the gist that you wanted to repurpose another sword into his since older steel was more valuable

You'd clearly done your research because you knew of him and Sabito, and you offered to use Sabito's left-over ore to add to his for some more sentimental value

Giyuu was really keen about the idea, and before the choosing ceremony could occur, he presented himself to Lord Tecchin to request you become his permanent swordsmith

Gyomei

Nichirin blades were the most common weapon used by demon slayers

Gyomei had started with one, but he quickly found his attacks were focused on the impact, and less on the perfect point of precision

He needed something different, but he wasn't sure what

Being a bother was something he hated doing, but he took it upon himself to visit the swordsmith village so he could meet with Lord Tecchin

Even Tecchin was unsure, until one of his guards spoke about you, a budding swordsmith with a less traditional outlook on weapons

Gyomei was willing to try, and he was glad he did

You were a natural creative, he could hear your charcoal sketching along parchment even as it was hidden below melancholic humming

You were interested in his assessment of his inability to use nichirin to its best potential, and after considering several forms of weapons, you both landed on something that could act at various ranges

The flail was a deadly weapon on a stick, but you proposed keeping it on a chain would help him control it, since he could vary how much length he gave the flail to move

"It'll be heavy, though, and hard to know where it's going. How much can you lift?"

"Several thousand kilograms."

"Ah."

You were at a loss for words, but you took him seriously and began working

Gyomei actually had a hand in helping make them, because you could barely carry the flail moulds, let alone the finished product

You instructed his hands on how to feel the weapon, gave him suggestions on use, and described its appearance so he could adjust the colours as he liked

Your patience was appreciated, and Gyomei took it upon himself to make sure you were treated extremely well after the week of gruelling work

Mitsuri

Mitsuri had a very special blade

It needed to be thin enough to bend, but thick enough to remain still when not moving

The only person who had ever managed this perfect precision was Lord Tecchin, but as he grew older, the task became harder

So, there was a contest for a replacement; anyone who wanted to could join

You were intrigued by the idea, but you'd had trouble in the past with your experimental blades, so much so that some friends of yours suggested you leave yourself out

But you wanted to give it a try, besides, you'd heard great things about the love Hashira, and you were sure she wouldn't be mean about it if it didn't meet her standards

Your best idea was to use something other than the scarlet ore to give it further reinforcement, so you created an alluminium-steel alloy that could be coated in scarlet ore by melting the scarlet crimson Iron Sand, which was more flexible than the ore

It resulted in a long, thin, and sturdy blade that could handle nearly triple the force of its original, though it wasn't as flexible as before

On the day of the contest, Mitsuri was extremely interested in your process, and you got to see your creation in its moving form for the first time

Mitsuri was extremely talented, and she had no problem bending the sword with her whipped movements

As it turns out, she had to be careful with her previous swords because she had gotten too strong for them and they got too loose

You easily won, and Mitsuri was beyond joyed to know her swordsmith was not only talented, but also extremely pretty!

She's always sketching herself with her sword on the letters she sends to you and often inviting you out to eat

Expect a lot of recipes sent your way, and a lot of sweet messages detailing how excited she is to see you again

Muichiro

Swords were the least of his concerns when it came to slaying demons

They should always be perfect, always kill without getting in his way; he shouldn't have to ever think about it

But after his run-in with Tanjiro and his previous swordsmith passing away, the concerns bubbled up

He didn't have time to spend waiting on some smith to make something comparable to what he wielded, he needed something just as good, if not better

So the search began, and of course, your name popped up a lot when he'd ask who was 'the best'

You were young, close to his age, and you were hard at work when he found you

Muichiro ignores every craftsman sword hung upon your wall, disregards every talent, and demands you take him on

But stubborn meets stubborn, and when you say no, hes taken back

What do you mean 'no'? Do you have any idea how much of a speck you are compared to him?

The challenge you present nags at him, and he decides youre not worth it; he can always ask someone else

But the idea of anything less than perfect, the annoyance of you denying him, it manages to peer through the mind fog several times to the point of annoyance

Fine, he'll say please and apologize, because your craftsmanship is worth it

When he does get his sword, he's even more irked that it never so much as scratches, and works extremely hard to try and break it just so he can tell everyone you aren't as good as they say

It never happens

Obanai

No one could get his concept right

A lot of people thought he wanted what Mitsuri had, which he thought was extremely well crafted, but it wasn't exactly what he needed

Mitsuri had the arm strength to handle a weapon that long and precise, but he needed something smaller, more sturdy, but with 'joints' of weakness

His concept was rejected by many, and his frustration was beginning to boil

When you came up to him, requesting to make it, he had already given up and mentioned he was leaving soon, and not to bother him

Even after leaving the village and resigning into using the typical blade, he was surprised when you found your way all the way out to his mission point just to deliver him a weapon he never asked for

He didn't like that someone had intruded on his mission, but when you were both attacked and he had a chance to use it, he had a hard time being mad

The weak points of the weapon started far apart and got closer together near the top, giving the blade a wave-like appearance that certainly looked odd

But when moved with enough force and velocity, the joints could be bent further to reach around corners in odd ways, following his movements with a latency that let him fit it through impossible holes and bends

It was everything he was looking for and more, considering he only proposed two joints and you'd delivered nearly twenty in a blade as short as seventy centimetres

Hes impressed, but hes still mad you made this journey and put yourself in danger, so of course he is going to take you all the way back to the village

Personally

With no one else

And listen to you talk the whole time

Yea

Sanemi

Sure, swords were important, but he didn't give them much thought

He was always getting new ones because his always chipped, snapped, and scratched with all the force he was putting on them

The blades were built for flesh, but he didn't care, he practiced cutting rocks and throwing the blade like it was some kind of toy

Eventually, his destructive tendancy drove his swordsmith to quitting, as many others had, and he was once again called into the village to find another

The choosing ceremony was skipped with him, since it often ended up with him insulting everyone and picking the person who cried the least

So now he just went from workshop to workshop, looking at what people could offer

Your workshop looked the newest, with freshly varnished wood and some construction materials still left on the side of the den you worked out of

It was just you in the workshop, with new bulletin boards already covered in sketches and schematics, and a shelf of ores labelled by size, strength, and purity

Sanemi figured since you were new, you'd take longer to break and give up, so he resigned to Lord Tecchin whom he had picked and challenged you to have it done by the next day

It was an impossible challenge, but that was the point

Even so, the next day you were at his door by the crack of dawn, not one, but two identicle blades ready for him to retrieve

They were perfect, left matte instead of shining, and sharp enough to cut a perfect lien through the most delicate and loose fabric

Sanemi hated to admit it, but he appreciated that you'd at least already prepared him a replacement

When he tried them out for the first time, he finds they last a lot longer, and it takes him several months for a chip to occur in it

Even then, he has a second one, so for the first time in years, he's been away from the village for more than six months

You're not perfect, but you're certainly good, and he's thrilled to see what more you can do with a few more years of practice

Shinobu

When Shinobu first started toying with the idea of wisteria poison as an effective killing method, the hardest part was figuring out how to apply it to a blade

Injection was most effective, but needles were chunky and harder to get into demons campared to something broad like a nichirin blade

So she was reffered to you, and you drafted up several ideas that you felt she might enjoy

Other swordmen felt it was an insult to the dark, to remove the central half of the blade, but it was the easiest way for her to have something light without shortening the blade or thinning it out and risking it snapping

The planning resulted in a very unique blade but an even more unique sheath

Shinobu hadn't asked, but you lined it with a spongy fabric so that she could fill it with the poison and automatically apply itself along the blade

It had a drain, anti-microbial and anti-rusting additions, and a beautiful handpainted pattern along its outside.

The amount of thought you put into it really astonished her, and while she never had issues with the design, Shinobu made sure to have a bi-annual trip to visit you

Along with the many letters she would send with news and treats from the butterfly mansion

Being able to share her experiences with you with other hashira or corps members gives her a sense of pride, especially when she gets to show off something she used to view as a sign of weakness

Authors Note - I have wanted to write this prompt for SO LONG!! Its a lot of characters, so I apologize but I left out Uzio, Kyojuro, and Haganezuka to focus on those I had the most ideas for!

Thank you for requesting, anon!

[partycatty]

i had a vision and drew it - and even better, i got a fic idea from it!

johnny cage > discovery

johnny discovers his new powers unexpectedly. maybe he wasn't as ordinary as others thought.

warnings: johnny thinks he's dying and gets all crisis-y, established relationship

notes: imagine instead of activating his powers in a life or death situation, it randomly bodyslams him like a heart attack - and it scares the hell out of him. also i hope u like my silly sketch :3

masterlist <3

• johnny's life was crumbling. his movies were flopping hard, and people were starting to forget his name. his spending habits were out of control, and you two were arguing about it so much that you grew tired of hearing your own voice. most days were the cold shoulder or shouting matches. things weren't looking great.

• it was during one of these matches when the shouting on his end abruptly paused, and he doubled over. your anger was shoved aside as you dashed forward to inspect his current state. but, just as soon as it started, it was over in a flash. johnny was startled, to say the least. his eyes were wide and he was panting.

• you guys assumed the stress was taking a toll on him, a physical toll. out of respect for his well-being, you held your tongue from that point on. or at least, you tried to. everything was relatively quiet until a mysterious yakuza member demanded the sword on your shared mantle. you would've thrown it at him if given the opportunity since the damn thing sent you back millions. johnny, however, wasn't as willing. fortunately for your safety's concern, he was the ultimate home security system, tying up the man after knocking him unconscious.

• we all know the rest. "what in the actual-" "i am the god of fire" "get your damn hands off him" "that's no special effect" "change the arc of your lives." blah blah blah. it was all a weird blur. apparently, you, johnny, and this new "friend" of yours were all chosen to fight for something bigger than a malibu disagreement. you were a fighter alongside your husband, but you did it competitively. johnny did it for the cameras, which isn't to say he's worse naturally. he could kick ass, and so could you, just in different directions.

• liu kang warned everyone that training would take months, as the tournament was far down the line. johnny grew impatient, and you grew tense with his lack of eagerness to actually train. regardless, you sparred and took the monk's advices to heart.

• johnny wouldn't tell you at first, since he didn't want to distract your own progress, but he would oftentimes catch himself feeling... funny, for lack of a better phrase. during meals, his eyes would unfocus and his hearing sounded underwater. at night, he'd toss and turn for hours in the cot beside yours. something felt wrong, really wrong. his chest felt fluttery and cold, like a sprite weaving between his ribs. it scared the holy hell out of him, considering how prone is family is to heart attacks.

• "great session! whaddya say to a well-deserved break?" he'd announce out of concealed desperation to the other earthrealmers, hoping that someone would agree and he'd be able to excuse himself to loosen his collar and sit down for a moment. it was after the fifth time asking in a day that you approached him with genuine concern.

• "honey, are you alright?" you asked gently, putting a hand on his shoulder. his eyes followed your touch and he sighed, moving your hand to his chest.

• "i-i'm afraid," he'll confess quietly, glancing behind you to make sure nobody was overhearing his moment of worry. "i haven't been feeling well, but i can't just drop everything and leave. not when my career's in the shithole. we've got nothing to return to. this fire god guy needs me, needs us, and i know damn well you'd follow me out if i stepped back from all of this."

• johnny's tragic worry struck a chord in your heart and you couldn't help but agree with his words. you advised him to ask a monk about decongestant tea, or some other simple remedy that would keep you at the academy.

• things died down, or at least, johnny's pain wouldn't be verbalized for a while. you and the boys were actually gaining significant strength and conditioning with the brutal training regime liu kang assigned. when he felt everyone was finally prepared to choose a champion, he assembled a king of the hill type of tournament on campus grounds.

• you stood between johnny and kenshi, a palpable tension on your husband's shoulders. his jaw was clenched tight, as were his fists. he looked... terrified. this wasn't a normal expression for the star.

• "johnny?" you whisper to him, reaching down to intertwine your fingers with his. before you could fully articulate your concerns, he speaks up.

• "i don't feel well," he murmurs in return, eyes fixated at the platform in front of you all. he visibly pales.

• liu kang calls you to the platform as the first contestant, and you obediently oblige with a bow, waiting for further instruction. your eyes danced across your potential competitors — raiden and kung lao, the humble farmers. kenshi, the enigmatic swordsman... and your husband, who looked as if he was shitting himself and moments away from puking.

• "you will face (reader), johnny cage."

• "a-are you sure? because that's my spouse, and i'd hate to—"

• liu kang frowns. johnny puts his hands up in a surrender motion, a pathetic attempt at remaining playful, and hoists himself to the platform across from you. his position readies, as does yours.

• though he may be visibly under the weather, the technique is still there. johnny's fighting style is unique and calculate, effortlessly playful and charismatic, just like him. even so, the match becomes quite even as you're familiar with his style. you parry many blows, mirroring others. the crowd is pleased and excited by the potential outcomes.

• you land a good kick to johnny's face, sending him spiraling in the air and landing on his back with a deep thud. the color in his face returns (due to the bruising) as he stares up at you, licking his lips before flourishing his way back up.

• but then, he lets out a strained cry.

• johnny clutches his chest, clawing at the layers of fabric across his body as if they're an anvil sitting atop his torso. his face twists as he doubled over in complete agony.

• "by the elder gods!" liu kang shouts, standing from his spectator chair. others let out their own concerns and shouts, but you're the first one rocketing to his side. you get to his level to inspect his face. you make a desperate attempt to push his damp hair from his face, but his neck snaps the other way as his body tries to expel this sudden onslaught of pain.

• as the fear that a heart attack is imminent, a sudden glow of green burns bright even past johnny's robes. it spills out like an angry cloud, seeping through johnny's fingers as he cries out in the worst pain he'd ever experienced. it is here that liu kang tenses up, then relaxes. he steps to the side, and does nothing but watch blankly. you come closer and part his clothing, giving yourself access to his bare chest to inspect the source.

• shockingly, the problem is... internal. his veins are glowing a bright green shade and when his eyes aren't deeply clenched, you sense a faint trace of emerald in his irises. right where his heart is, is a rhythmic flashing pattern.

• "make it stop!" johnny begs helplessly, and you reply on the verge of tears that you don't know how to help. however, almost as if on cue, he takes a deep breath inward and sits upright, eyes wide and jaw slack. and, just like that, everything seems normal again.

• you run your hand frantically across his bare skin, trying to feel for abnormalities as he catches his breath. you're crying now from the fear, and you catch a glimpse at his watery eyes.

• "are you okay?!" kung lao asks, putting a hand on his back to help him stabilize. "what was that?!"

• "i don't know..." johnny breathlessly replies, reaching a hand up to fix his hair nervously. however, as his hand traveled upward, he noticed the same emerald aura clouding around his hands, and he shouts out and scurries as if he's trying to run away from his own arm. as it's outstretched, it shoots a ball of energy outward, frying a mannequin that sat innocently off to the side. the crowd's eyes go from the mannequin and back to the celebrity. your fists ball up on his back, fistfuls of fabric keeping you upright otherwise you'd fall back from shock.

• "that is not how i anticipated that happening this time," liu kang muttered, coming closer to inspect johnny's palms. johnny stares at his hands like they grew overnight. his eyes shoot to the fire god, incredulous.

• "what the hell do you mean, 'this time?!'"

[lilacevans]

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲

happy vals day babies!!!!<333 here's how you'd spend valentines day with each of the men from pete's place! this is just short and sweet, a little gift for being inactive these past couple weeks!! am finally feeling a little better- just dealing with some wisdom tooth painnn. anywaaaaaay, enjoy besties<33 let me know your favourite! mwah!<3

✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here.

*this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.

✧˚ · .ೃ⁀➷ 𝐚𝐫𝐢

✧.*ೃ ari plans a night under the stars. a complete surprise. led out blindfolded, mouth wide at the sight. ✧.*ೃ handmade fort, soft pillows and blankets. picnic and wine. portable speaker playing your favourite music. ✧.*ೃ of course you spend time between his thighs in return, he wants to make sure you're not able to speak the following day (mainly so you can't rat him out on what a romantic he is)

✧˚ · .ೃ⁀➷ 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬

✧.*ೃ holy hell. the brute can cook. like, really cook. candlelight dinner, and everything is personally made by curtis. paired wine, matching outfits, fairy lights and roaring fireplace. ✧.*ೃ while dinner is spent mainly in silence, it's one of those times you welcome it. it's comfy. he makes it comfy. footsy under the table, soft smiles and bashful laughter. ✧.*ೃ but don't worry. you'll soon remember of why you fear him. a little chase after dinner? how could you possibly? and that's exactly why you're told to run, and may the good lord help you when he does.

✧˚ · .ೃ⁀➷ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞

✧.*ೃ sweet stevie would plan a little book/painting date. he'd decorate the manor library, pick out some of your favourite books. gets your favourite drinks, snacks, pastries, etc. ✧.*ೃ the night spent giggling away while you read your book aloud while steve sketches/paints you, until you end up watching a sappy movie while cuddled on a fuzzy rug, snug under a blanket. ✧.*ೃ hands roam, finding their way under clothes. soft kisses turn into burning need.

✧˚ · .ೃ⁀➷ 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞

✧.*ೃ rock music, beer, pjs and games! it's a night filled of mario kart, mortal kombat, etc. knocking each others controllers, hurling insults and giggling like children. ✧.*ೃ pillow fights, play fighting that leads to you pinned on the couch, shrieking and laughing as jake tickles your sides, goading you to go back at him. ✧.*ೃ of course this leads to some fucking right there on the couch, jakes filthy mouth, your obscene moans mixed with the loading screen of a game and the music.

✧˚ · .ೃ⁀➷ ��𝐞𝐭𝐞

✧.*ೃ in his sick little head, i think the man believes he's doing a nice thing by buying you a shit-ton of lingerie and asking you to model it for him while he gawks at you like an utter perv. damn the fact he's got a nice dick and knows how you use it bc damn it you're modelling your ass off to get it. ✧.*ೃ of course he wants a lapdance while you tell him what a perfect man he is, how grateful you are, how much you need him. ✧.*ೃ it's only when you're bouncing on his cock that he's spilling on the fact all he thinks and breathes is you. how lucky he is to have you, how much he adores you. kinda sad he'll deny it if you were to ask him about it the next day.

✧˚ · .ೃ⁀➷ 𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝

✧.*ೃ if you thought you would be doing anything else other than knelt at this man's feet then you are a damn fool and you deserve it tbh. let's not pretend that's a bad way to spend vals day, anyway. ✧.*ೃ however, you're getting alllllll the pet names and praise. he's strangely lovey. more handsy, hits a little softer, sounds a little sweeter. biggest shock is when he thanks you for all the depravity you allow him to inflict on you. ✧.*ೃ you're helped in the shower, dressed comfy for bed and cuddled in his arms after a longgggggg session. it's nice.

[hyunnieshannie]

SKZ: In Bed

A shit show of a conversation was started in my writers club discord (Feel free to join!) with @maeleelee & @d4vekat-otp so here are my unhinged thoughts about how SKZ are in bed:

CHAN: SUB / SWITCH (SUB LEANING)

-He has so much control right now, even if it may not seem like it sometimes he just needs someone else to take control.

-Needs to be loved on and pampered, he's tired of taking care of his 7 kids all day

-Would love just being told what to do

-Seriously just tell him what to do, let him turn his brain off for once.

-SO SO SO in love with a calm, sweet, after care ritual:

- cuddling,

- kisses,

-a bath,

-snackies,

-hot chocolate,

- just be gentle with him after <3

MINHO: SOFT DOM

-Everyone imagines Lino as a hard dom. me included. based on his looks and demeanor but what if we based it off how he looks at Jisung?

-Suddenly the man is softer than SoonDoonDori

-Consent is sexy KING: asks if you're okay with everything he does

-SO SO SO passionate

-Gentle unless asked not to be

-Will bring the cats in after sex to let you cuddle up to them because he loves seeing his four babies all together.

-"want me to make you a snack?"

-SO MANY KISSES

-TIGHT cuddles, man will literally NOT let you go

-Would check in to make sure you're not hurt anywhere if he got 'too rough'

-Gives you his hoodie and sweats to sleep in

-HELPS YOU change into everything because "I'm changing the saying from No one helps you once you're fucked." (he's a lil dumb sometimes, he's doing his best okay?)

CHANGBIN: SWITCH (Depending on the day)

-Loves a good rough fuck

-but GOD WOULD HE LOVE being taken care of.

-Either manhandles you with his thicc muscles

- or pouts for you to be gentle with him

-IMMACULATE aftercare (HAVE YOU SEEN HOW SWEET HE IS WITH HIS MOM AND SISTER? HE WAS RAISED RIGHT AND KNOWS HOW TO TREAT A WOMAN)

-Massages!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Bubble Baths <3

-Would CARRY you to the bath <3 (Even if you can still walk. he WILL carry you)

-HE PREPARES!!! Whether he assumes he's gonna get some, or not, hes ALWAYS prepared for what you'll need after just in case! (Like water and snacks, or advil) (he do get a little sleepy after sex please cuddle him)

-PRAISES THE FUCK OUT OF HIS PARTNER 100% SO SO SWEET. "You're doing so good," "You take me so well" JKBDSFJKBVSFKJBGSKJDFVBG

HYUNJIN: SERVICE TOP / SOFT DOM

-Soft boy, Shy when people compliment his looks BUT

-Behind closed doors, he KNOWS. He KNOWS hes hot. and uses it against you

-He's a slut (lovingly)

-LOVES roleplay LOVES being a character so he can forget he was shy earlier about receiving a compliment

-PRAISES YOU "you're so perfect." | "More beautiful than any art piece in any museum" | "Made just for me,"

-SENSUAL ASF

-He wants to be in control, but doesn't want to hurt you ever, only wants to make you feel good

-Will sketch you naked while you look fucked out (paint me like one of your french girls)

-The Most EXTREME Aftercare (it's such a long process)

-Will not let you lift a single finger, while he massages you, helps you bathe, puts lotion on you, gives you a face mask, changes you, and ultimately puts you to bed

-KISSES ALL OVER YOUR FACE before you fall asleep <3

JISUNG: SOFT DOM

-STOP DOING HANJI WRONG AND CALLING HIM BITCHLESS, WHO ARE WE KIDDING? HES NOT BITCHLESS AND WE ALL KNOW IT

-BIAS WRECKS EVERYONE EVERY SINGLE CB? EVEN IF JISUNG ISN'T YOUR BIAS... HE'S STILL YOUR BIAS.

-JISUNG MAY BE SHY BUT HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING.

-LOVES EDGING. (Ignores us on bubble forever, knows we want him, knows EXACTLY when to drop content, and leave us begging him for more)

-HEAD GAME STRONG. PROVE ME WRONG RN.

-LOVES watching you beg for him. "I don't think you deserve it though-"

-WHORE (lovingly)

-WOULD SEXT YOU WHILE EITHER ONE OF YOU IS IN AN IMPORTANT MEETING "How bad do you want me right now?"

-AFTER CARE INCLUDES CUDDLES AND ANIME

-LIKE SO MUCH ANIME (FOKN WEEB)

-Showers TOGETHER. you're not allowed to go in there alone wtf??

FELIX: HARD DOM. / BRAT TAMER

-WHY EVERYONE THINK HES A SUB??

-HATES being seen as a pretty, fragile, princess

-NEEDS to take out his frustrations but what BETTER way than to show his partner whos in charge (Spoiler: It's Him.)

-The type to fuck you against the wall

-Seriously. He wants to pick you up and fuck you against any flat surface he can find- especially- when you piss him off.

-Leaves SO MANY marks on you. "Everyone needs to know who you belong to."

-LOVES face fucking. L O V E S it

-PRAISES YOU (if you deserve it) "Just like that, you're doing so good"

-IF YOU DONT DESERVE IT THO: "Stupid little whore, forgot whos in charge again huh?" (NOT HAPPY. STILL SO HOT OF HIM THO)

-SWEET BABY DURING AFTERCARE, WHOLE 180 CHANGE, "Baby what do you need?" "are you ok my love?" "Thank you for letting me get my anger out..." SO SO SO SO SO SOFT

SEUNGMIN: HARD DOM. FULL ON SADIST.

-Man isn't just a dom. He's a mother fucking SADIST

-Teases you until you cry

-LOVES making you angry/frustrated

-LOVES watching you fight back (like the brat you are)

-LOVES it more to see you lose the fight (Source: Trust me bro)

-TOYS TOYS TOYS.

-LOVES Using toys to overstimulate you.

-THE TYPE TO DO GUIDED MASTRUBATION

-LOVES the power he has over you!!!!!!!!!

-DENIAL. DENIAL. DENIAL. THIS IS BEYOND EDGING. ONE WRONG MOVE AND HE WILL DENY YOU AT LEAST 7 TIMES.

-JEALOUS FUCKING. "so you wanna act up in front of other guys? REMEMBER who fucking OWNS you."

-AFTERCARE IS SO NICE WITH HIM THO. HES A TOTAL PUPPY. Following you around to make sure you're okay, like a dog with its tail between its legs he needs lots of attention, cuddles and kisses. He loves you SO Much, he can't help his jealousy issues...

JEONGIN: HARD DOM

-DOESNT want to be Baby bread. HES SAID IT. (he wants to be Daddy Toast fr)

-Hes SO innocent looking? RED FLAG. HES 100% A WHORE (Lovingly)

-LOVES using his hands and his tongue

-Will over stimulate you with them before he even THINKS of fucking you

-When he DOES fuck you, the grip he has on your body will leave bruises on you for a week

-WOULD MARK YOU SO MUCH

-Wants YOU to mark him in forms of hickeys or scratches

-CHOKING - HAVE YOU SEEN HIS HANDS???????????? (Chanting: BREATH PLAY, BREATH PLAY, BREATH PLAY yeah. Im part of the breath play cult...)

-ALL THE KINKS, HES A FUCKING F R E A K "You see me as a baby? I'm about to prove you wrong little fox."

-WANTS YOU TO WEAR A FUCKING COLLAR WITH HIS NAME ON THE TAG. "You're mine. don't fucking forget it."

-SUCH A BABY DURING AFTERCARE. WANTS CUDDLES, WOULD NUZZLE INTO YOU, BABY FOX IS VERY SHY AFTER LETTING OUT HIS DOM SIDE ON YOU.

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Pride Pocket 15--Saddle Me Up

Kink belongs at Pride. I will not be arguing a fact.

For background, Tony was almost kidnapped by Doom and they're all a little out of sorts of how close he came to succeeding. Just need a nice little scene to decompress probably. You can also find this fic on ao3 (here). It's 5K so look out for under the cut!

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Bucky had brought out one of the Sybian saddles, the one with the thrusting attachments instead of the twisting ones. Tony stared at it from where he was standing at attention next to Steve. Normally he brought out both, gave them the controls, and whoever got the other to come first got the prize of Bucky fucking him. Tony hadn’t won very often, but even losing had been nice, left to shake and whimper on the saddle as he watched Steve bouncing in Bucky’s lap. But there was only one out now. Was it a reward? Punishment? A new game?

“One of you is going on the saddle,” Bucky said, and Tony’s eyes darted back to him. He smirked at them, filthy and mean. “The other goes on the rider’s dick.”

Tony couldn’t help a glance at Steve, hands gripping into fists behind his back. Steve would have to go on the saddle. As much as Tony tried to argue he was just as strong as either of the super soldiers, he knew that his knees couldn’t take even half of Steve’s weight for an extended period of time. He was built like a brick house and just as heavy. He took a moment to be disappointed about not being the one on the saddle, then straightened his shoulders again. Bucky obviously had plans, and he rarely ever missed his mark.

Bucky didn’t do them the disservice of pretending that Tony being on the Sybian was an option, instead reaching out to grab Tony’s chin and jaw and grip tight, just the way he knew Tony liked it. He forced Tony’s head back a little further to force eye contact. “You like squirmin’ on Stevie’s cock, don’t you, doll?”

“Yes,” Tony mewled, because he did. He’d never really considered himself a size queen before he’d fallen into bed with the super soldier duo, but Steve’s dick was so big that it took everything in him to remember to even breathe, he was so overwhelmed by the sheer size of him. He swallowed thickly against Bucky’s fingers, breath shuddering in his chest as he tried not to sag in Bucky’s grip.

“Think you can hold off coming on his cock, sweetheart?” Bucky drawled, using his grip around Tony’s neck to draw him in, close enough to feel his breath over his lips. “If you outlast Steve, I’ll let you come on mine while Steve sucks you off. What do you say, doll? You gonna be my good boy?”

Tony whimpered, hands coming up to grab Bucky’s wrist. “Yes,” he whispered, too afraid his voice would crack if he spoke louder.

Bucky’s smirk was absolutely filthy. “And maybe, if Steve does a good job, we can put you on the saddle after, so he can sketch you. Steve deserves a reward for being a good boy too, don’t you think?”

Tony nodded, hands tightening around Bucky’s wrist as he gulped again, knees going weak at the idea. “Yes.”

“God, you’re so slutty, I’m so lucky to have you,” Bucky sighed fondly, other hand reaching back to palm his ass and squeeze. He leaned in to press a kiss to Tony’s gasping lips, then leaned back, raising an eyebrow at Steve. “You need help gettin’ on the saddle, doll?”

“I can do it myself. Should I get pillows for Tony’s knees?” Steve asked, eyeing the cupboard where he kept his art supplies wantonly. Clearly, he was looking forward to his possible reward as well.

“I’ll get them,” Bucky replied, finally releasing Tony’s neck and jaw to slide his other hand back to his ass as well.

Tony whimpered again as Bucky pulled him in, pressing them together chest to chest, hip to hip, hands kneading his ass and pulling his cheeks apart playfully. “Buck…”

“Yeah, I’ve got you, doll,” Bucky drawled, fingers sliding in further, spreading him almost to the point of discomfort. He let go of one cheek so that he could wrap his free hand around the flange of the plug keeping him spread open and tugged, not hard enough to pull it out in one go, but enough that Tony could tell he wanted to.

Tony let out a keen and jerked his head back, going up on his toes to try and escape his hand. “Oh!”

Bucky gave him a chiding slap on the ass. “Hold still.”

Tony leaned forward to bury his face in Bucky’s chest, mumbling a half-hearted apology as his feet went flat again. His toes curled as Bucky returned to pulling on the plug, a moan escaping his lips as Bucky rocked it back and forth to wiggle it out of him. He lifted his hands to clutch at Bucky’s shirt, fighting the urge to go up on his toes again, lest the next slap go from chiding to properly punishing him. He couldn’t help the guttural ‘ugh’ that escaped his lips as Bucky finally pulled the plug free, blush coming to his cheeks as Bucky pressed the tip to his hole again and pushed teasingly so he could feel how well he stretched around it.

Steve let out a groan behind him, and Tony turned, feeling another rush of jealousy as he saw that Steve had fully seated himself on the dildo attachment, the leather of the saddle beneath him dark between his pale thighs. It was gone as quickly as it came though, and he couldn’t help but swallow thickly when he saw that Steve’s cock was already half hard, and as he rocked himself back and forth on his knees to make sure he got into a comfortable position, it quickly firmed up to full hardness. He was starting to have doubts he’d make it all the way onto Steve’s dick before he came, let alone before Steve got there himself.

Bucky grabbed his chin to turn him back and draw him into a long, deep kiss that made his toes curl again. Tony melted into it, licking into his mouth, and whined when he finally pulled back, just far enough that he could no longer kiss him, breath fanning out onto his face hot and damp. “You’re so needy, it’s hard to remember I need to show restraint,” Bucky huffed, and Tony couldn’t swallow back the needy whimper that proved it true if he tried, because Bucky was also smiling, so. He probably wasn’t upset by it.

“You can go stand by Steve,” Bucky finally said, and there was steel to his voice now. It made Tony stand up a bit straighter, focus a bit more closely, forget the way Bucky had been kissing him just a moment ago. “But you don’t get to lower yourself onto his dick until I get there so we can both situate you.”

Tony’s lips parted, a petulant ‘I can do it myself’ on his tongue. But when he looked up at Bucky, it shriveled away, and all he could manage was an embarrassed, mumbled ‘yes, sir’ because Bucky’s eyes were cold, calculating, almost like he was waiting for Tony to do something that he could punish. This wasn’t one of the times he could be sassy, Tony realized, walking over to stand by Steve obediently. They were all still too keyed up from the… incident at the last battle with Doom.

Bucky needed control after feeling helpless. Steve needed to let go of control and be told what to do after feeling the weight of everyone’s needs on the field. Tony… wasn’t exactly sure what he needed. He still felt too messy inside. So much had happened in such a short amount of time—things usually did when battles went off the rails. But he trusted Bucky and Steve to know for him. They always seemed to know exactly what he needed. He’d just have to trust that they’d know this time, too.

Steve reached out toward him once he came close enough, and Tony allowed himself to be towed in, letting out a little chuff of air as Steve wrapped his arms around his thighs and held him close, mouthing at his hip because he knew he hadn’t been given permission to go for Tony’s dick. Apparently, he also wasn’t willing to cross Bucky right now, could sense how tightly wound he was. Tony dug his fingers into Steve’s hair, holding him in place. He was suddenly quite afraid that he’d simply fall over if he didn’t have Steve holding him up.

“There you go, sweetheart,” Bucky said, his flesh hand clasping the back of his neck, and Tony huffed at the warm, steady heat of his grip. “Just needed a moment to settle, hmm? Steve, stop manspreading on the fuckin’ saddle.”

Tony peeled his eyes open, blinking slowly, just in time to watch Steve’s knees jerk in toward the saddle. They settled against the leather with a dull knock. He couldn’t help a quiet, helpless giggle at how petulant Steve’s pout was. He really did like to spread out when he could. But then, Tony thought, eyes finally drawn to Steve’s hard cock, he had a reason for it.

“Hungry for it, aren’t you?” Bucky asked, and Tony was nodding before he even realized what he’d been asked, forcing his gaze back up so he could tip his head back and give Bucky a slow, syrupy blink. Bucky slid his arm around his waist and drew him back against him. "You’re falling a little further than I thought, doll.”

Tony blinked again. Was he? He thought he was fine. They were going to sit him on Steve’s cock, and he wasn’t going to come so they could both get rewarded for it, and it would be good. He would be good for them. He wanted to be good. “Please let me be good,” he whispered, just for good measure. He didn’t want them to think he was having second thoughts. He just wanted to please them. It didn’t matter how deep he went.

Bucky pressed the backs of his fingers to Tony’s chin, and Tony followed his gentle pushing, tipping his head back against Bucky’s shoulder. “You’re always good for me, sugar,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to his exposed throat. “So good for me an’ Steve. —Okay,” he added, the sharpness in his voice making Tony’s eyes shoot open again.

He hadn’t even realized they’d closed. Bucky’s arm had tightened around his waist, and Tony realized belatedly that Steve had reached out and clamped his hands around his hips, eyes wide and mouth dropped open in shock. His knees had given out, he realized belatedly. He’d almost collapsed where he stood, too focused on basking in Bucky’s approval, in Steve’s desire.

“I want to be good,” Tony blurted, hands coming up to grip Bucky’s arm, squeezing desperately. “Please let me be good. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I can be—”

“You are good, doll,” Bucky cut in, and Tony bit his bottom lip against more babbled pleas. Bucky’s voice had gone back to that low drawl, so he couldn’t be mad. Could he? His hand slid up and down Tony’s stomach. “So good for us both. But I don’t think you’re in any condition for what we planned.”

Tony’s heart sank to his toes. “I can,” he tried desperately. “I can be good. I won’t come until you say and I’ll be able to sit on the saddle for Steve and—”

“What do you need, Tony?” Steve asked gently, cutting him off. His thumbs had started rubbing gentle circles over the jut of Tony’s hipbones. It was nice.

Not nice enough to make him think he was getting out of this, though. Tony sucked in a wet breath, ashamed of how weak he felt in front of them. They were never weak. Not in front of him. They were super soldiers. They always knew exactly what they needed. He was the one who had to figure out what he needed from them each time they stepped into the bedroom.

And he still didn’t know. He had nothing to tell them. Tony worked his jaw, but no words would come. He just felt… messy inside. Like he’d been broken apart and put back together wrong, but he was the only one who could see it. All he knew was what he wanted, and what he wanted was to be good, but how could he be good if he dropped and they had to take extra care of him? He might not know what he needed, but he knew what he didn’t need, and that was being a burden that Steve and Bucky had to deal with when they were both already keyed up.

“Okay,” Bucky said again, gentler this time, and carefully turned Tony in his arms so he was facing him. “I think I know exactly what you need, doll.”

Tony felt the words ‘you do?’ desperately pressing against his lips, but he kept them bitten back. He didn’t want to seem like he was questioning him. Bucky had never been wrong before, anyway. Of course Bucky knew what he needed.

Bucky tipped his head, pressing his lips to the corner of Tony’s mouth, his cheek, his ear. “I think you just need to be held.”

Tony couldn’t help the way his breath hitched in his throat. That sounded… really nice. Both Bucky and Steve had joked about becoming his personal weighted blankets at one point or another, although he personally thought that they were way better, a steady weight and heat just spread out on top of him, gentle fingers carding through his hair and soft lips pressing against his skin. Maybe that was what he needed, to be wrapped in their arms, feeling them solid and alive around him. “Will you still think I’m good?” he asked, just to make sure, and he wished his voice hadn’t come out sounding small and hesitant, because he wasn’t a small and hesitant man. But he still didn’t want to be wrong. He didn’t think he could handle upsetting them.

“You’re always good for us, doll,” Bucky assured him, hand coming around to clamp the back of his neck again, just the way he liked it. “You still wanna sit on Stevie’s dick?”

Tony unlocked his knees in answer, sagging in Bucky’s grip again, but he didn’t fall far this time with Bucky’s arm around his waist, Steve’s hands carefully but firmly tightening around his hips. Maybe to be held really was all he needed, he mused, only vaguely aware that Bucky was swearing and rocking on his heels to make sure he didn’t just topple over on top of Steve.

“You’re gonna drive me to drinking,” Bucky huffed, but there was no heat to it. Maybe humor, if Tony allowed himself to think about his tone rather than making a grabby hand in the direction of Steve’s still-hard cock. “Incorrigible. That shouldn’t be cute. You’re so annoying.”

“Can I put him on my cock now please,” Steve cut in before Bucky could say anything else, and Tony watched the way Steve’s dick twitched where it stood between his thighs at just the thought.

“Fine,” Bucky groused, and Steve’s mouth spread into a wide, guileless smile as he took Tony’s weight through the grip he still had on his hips. “Slow, though, so I can wedge these pillows under his knees just right.”

Steve nodded obediently, and Tony moaned quietly as Steve carefully turned him so he was facing away. It took him a moment to remember to let his knees relax and bend with the motion, allow himself to be eased down instead of just falling and hoping he landed properly. He couldn’t help but marvel at Steve’s casual use of his strength as he felt the head of his cock against his hole—his arms weren’t shaking even a little, even as Steve teased his wet, open hole by lowering him just enough to feel the pressure of his cock and then lifting him off again. If Tony didn’t know that he was doing it to distract him from Bucky trying to get the pillows just right, he would have screamed.

“Okay, I think that’s good,” Bucky finally said, rocking back on his heels. “Stop teasing him, Stevie, or I’m gonna let him stab you.”

“I wouldn’t be injured for long,” Steve grumbled, but when Tony dropped his hands to wrap around Steve’s wrists, he could feel fine tremors of desire running through his arms.

Tony whimpered as Steve finally lowered him further, pressing in, his own knees jerking in to smack against the leather of the saddle as his body opened up around his cock. The plug had kept him open as Bucky had prepared the room for them, and he’d been well-lubed when it had been inserted, but Steve was always a special sort of ache—longer than any of the toys he chose to use these days, and thick enough that Tony always found himself biting into his bottom lip as his body opened up around it, until he felt he was wholly shaped for Steve’s cock.

“There you go, sweet thing,” Bucky purred, and Tony peeled his eyes open. He hadn’t even realized he’d closed them. He was smiling down at him, pleased, just edging on smug, and it made his toes curl with pleasure. He liked when he pleased Bucky. “You ready for me to turn the saddle on?”

Tony squirmed as Steve’s arms slid around his waist and pulled his back flush with his chest, testing. Steve was a heavy weight inside him, and as he experimentally rocked his hips, he couldn’t help another whimper escaping his lips as Steve jerked his own forward in response, sending a zing of pleasure up his spine. Steve was one long line of heat down his back, around his waist, and Tony found himself sinking back against him with a sigh.

“You are,” Bucky murmured, flesh hand coming up to cup Tony’s cheek, thumb stroking back and forth tenderly. “You and Steve are so good for me, so sweet. Brace yourself, sweetheart.”

Tony barely had time to think ‘for what’ before he was suddenly reminded that he wasn’t just sat on Steve’s cock—he and Steve were also resting their weight on the saddle. Bucky started it at a minor thrum, and the vibrations shook through his thighs, against his balls. Steve’s hips jerked up as the vibrations went through him as well, and Tony howled as his cock rammed deeper inside him. His hands flew up to grab Steve’s arms around his waist, but all he could really do was hold on as Steve’s grip tightened around him, ride each of his stuttered thrusts as Bucky slowly cranked up the vibration speed.

It was hard to tell where the saddle ended and Steve began as the vibrations dialed up, pleasure fuzzing his awareness around the edges. Steve was buried inside him, each desperate hunch of hips driving his cock right over Tony’s prostate. But that almost seemed secondary to the saddle vibrating along Tony’s taint until they seemed to center directly in his balls where they were resting nearly at the edge of the vibrating plate. He was suddenly relieved that it was Steve sitting on the dildo and not him—he probably would have fallen apart as soon as Bucky turned it on and started thrusting, never mind slowly cranking up the vibrations. Having Steve panting in his ear though, that was nice, feeling held and surrounded and safe, as if Steve was the one holding him together. Bucky was right. It was exactly what he needed. He always knew exactly what he’d needed.

“Can I come,” Steve moaned into Tony’s shoulder, and he shivered, mouth dropping open to moan as Steve’s dick rocked back and forth with sharp, minute force. “Buck, can I come, please, he’s so hot inside, please, can I please, can I come—”

“Can Steve come in you, baby?” Bucky drawled, grabbing Tony’s chin to tip his head forward to make eye contact with him.

Tony blinked tears from his eyes, breath shuddering in his chest as Bucky turned the dial one more click. He felt as if the vibrations from the saddle were shaking him apart. It was so good it almost hurt, and it finally made him aware of his own hard cock, curved up against his stomach. He didn’t care if he came, he realized, head tipping back further, over Steve’s shoulder. He just needed to sit here, held, filled, watched, wanted. They could do whatever they wanted to him, as long as he felt like they were taking care of him while they were doing it.

“Tony,” Bucky said, voice just edging on sharp. Warning. He used the grip on his chin to jerk his head forward again, not as gently as the first time. “Focus.”

“I am,” Tony lied, blinking again. He worked his jaw, wondering what the right answer was. He feared ‘you can do whatever you want to me’ might make them stop, but he also wondered if he’d just accept a simple ‘yes,’ worrying that he was slipping under too far. He swallowed back a wounded noise as Steve used the arms around his waist to force his body down harder, cock driving deeper inside him as his balls were pressed harder into the vibrating saddle. “Mmh!”

Steve tipped his head to drag his lips from Tony’s shoulder to his neck, pressing them to his fluttering pulse as he murmured a desperate, “Please let me come in you, Tony.”

“I,” Tony started, more gasp than word. He gulped in air as Steve’s teeth bit into his skin, and the only reason he didn’t tip his head back again was because Bucky’s fingers were still wrapped around his chin. “I want… yes,” he finally managed, hoping it wasn’t too much or too little. Just enough. Just what he needed. “Yes, please.”

“Did you hear that, Stevie?” Bucky crooned, and Steve whimpered into Tony’s throat. “Tony says you can come in him.”

“Can I,” Steve panted into Tony’s skin. “Please, Buck, can I?”

Bucky tipped Tony’s head back a little, and Tony whimpered as he stared back at him through wet lashes. “Look at my boys,” he said, and his lips curved into a sly smile. “You’re both so good for me, both know exactly who’s in charge.”

“Please let him come in me, Bucky,” Tony mewled, more plaintively than he would have liked. His hands shook where they were wrapped around Steve’s arms. “Please. Please.”

Bucky’s grip on his chin tightened for a moment, then loosened, fingers trailing along his jaw. “Well,” he mused, fingertips drawing down his neck until he was pressing his fingers to Steve’s trembling lips on his throat. He waited for Steve’s mouth to still before he added, “Since you both asked so nicely, it would be cruel of me to say no.” He finally slid his piercing gaze to Steve, and Tony shuddered as if the threads holding him up had been suddenly cut. “You heard what Tony said, sweet thing. He wants you to come in him. Who am I to say otherwise.”

“I can come?” Steve asked, as if he didn’t quite believe it, but whatever he saw in Bucky’s face had him clenching his arms tighter around Tony’s waist. Then he moaned, pressing his face back into Tony’s throat. “Fuck, yes. Feel so nice on my cock, Tony—”

Tony’s mouth opened, perhaps to scream, but all that came out was a short, airy sort of sound as Steve’s arms clenched him tight enough to bruise. Tony finally managed a shocked little yelp as he was bounced on Steve’s cock, hard, ass meeting Steve’s thighs with a clap. He couldn’t tell what was better—Steve fucking him so deep that he could have sworn he felt him in his throat, or the vibrations of the saddle still reverberating through his thighs and balls.

Then Bucky’s flesh hand was wrapping around his cock, and the noise Tony let out was pathetic even to his own ears. “Buck,” he gasped, finally uncurling one hand to instead dig his nails into Bucky’s.

“You get t’ come too, sugar,” Bucky drawled, just the right edge of Brooklyn to it. “Because ya trust me t’ take care o’ you, don’tcha?”

“Bucky,” Tony tried again, unsure which way to rock—forward into Bucky’s hand, backward into Steve’s thrusts, or down onto the vibrating saddle. “Bucky-!”

“C’mon, sweet thing,” Bucky urged, grip tightening at the same time Steve bit down on his shoulder to try and muffle a whimper.

Tony choked on a sharp intake of air, too stunned to make more noise than that as Steve grunted and groaned into his skin, as if he’d been waiting years to be able to come instead of just a few minutes. Steve’s hips stuttered up against him as he tried to milk his orgasm as long as possible, trying to extend his pleasure. His arms were a solid weight around him, like hot steel bars, and Tony couldn’t help but finally whimper again. He was held. He was safe. He was exactly where he needed to be, protected between both super soldiers.

Tony’s body trembled in Steve’s grip as he came, hips rutting forward into the friction of Bucky’s hand of their own accord. His hand was warm. Not too tight. Over the pounding of his heart in his ears, he could hear Bucky murmuring something, but for the life of him, he couldn’t make himself focus to hear what it was.

Steve’s arms loosened around him, and he found himself tipping forward, into Bucky. His breath hitched in his chest as Bucky carefully wrapped his free arm around his shoulders, the coolness of the metal a shock against the warmth that Steve’s back had been. He heard a soft, mournful little noise, and it took him a moment to realize it was coming from him, an overwhelmed keen coming from deep in his chest. Too much. It was all too much.

“Look at you,” Bucky cooed into his ear, and Tony shivered, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “You took Steve so well, sweetheart, were so good for me. Do you need off the saddle?”

Tony’s hands gripped Steve’s arms tighter. “No,” he said, desperation clear in his voice, even as he wondered if he really did need off. ‘Too much’ could swiftly tip over to ‘over his head.’ He didn’t want to ruin this for either of them. But he still didn’t know what he needed beyond their arms around him. He felt Bucky’s arm moving behind his back and whimpered when he felt a hand threading through his hair, gripping just tight enough that it sent a thrum of heat through him, even as he whimpered at his head being tugged back.

Bucky tightened his grip until he met his eyes again as Tony ground his teeth nervously. “…Steve is staying on the saddle,” he decided, voice slow and thoughtful. “But you’re done. The vibrations are gonna be too much for you.”

Relief and despair immediately warred through him, and Tony couldn’t quite swallow back a whimper of shame. “I can be good.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t good,” Bucky answered, his eyebrows momentarily twitching down before he forcibly relaxed again. “You were very good, sweet thing,” he tried again, syrupy sweet, and Tony found his anxiety easing. “Just because you’re comin’ off the saddle doesn’t mean that you’re not warmin’ cock. You want it in your mouth, babydoll? Or your ass?”

Tony whimpered again, but as he lifted his head to meet Bucky’s eyes again, he found the shame had quelled. “Yes,” he answered helplessly, because both options sounded very good. “Please.”

Bucky let out a bark of laughter, shaking his head. “You do know how to please, doncha? C’mere.”

Steve whined loudly as Bucky hooked his hands under Tony’s arms in an attempt to lift him. He tightened his own grip around Tony’s waist in response, keeping Tony right where he was, speared on his cock. “No, you said—”

“I know what I said,” Bucky began, slanting him a sharp look.

“I wanna come in him again,” Steve cut in plaintively. “He feels so nice on my cock, Bucky, please, I can keep holding ‘im, won’t even let ‘im touch the saddle, lemme just—One more time, please—”

Bucky sighed, rolling his eyes, but he eased Tony’s weight back onto the pillows. He lifted his flesh hand to Tony’s face, thumb running under his eye carefully. “Do you think you can take another orgasm on the saddle if Steve holds you up, doll?”

“Yes,” Tony agreed readily. Whatever they needed. Steve could hold him up for hours. He’d done it before.

“Such an accommodating little thing,” Bucky sighed, voice teasing. “You’d say yes to anything, wouldn’t you?”

“‘m not little,” Tony huffed, but he couldn’t tell if he was just saying it to be contrary or not. He knew he wasn’t nearly as broad or as tall as either of them, and it was especially clear there, pressed close between their bodies. But they were the outliers here, not him.

Before he could tell them so, though, Steve finally unclamped his arms from around his waist to instead scoop under his thighs. Tony yelped as Steve hugged him to his chest again, legs kicking out uselessly as he was folded in half against him.

Bucky caught his ankles so he didn’t accidentally hurt himself, waiting until he stilled to release them. He shook his head at Steve with another sigh. “You’re such a brat.”

“He’s not touching the saddle,” Steve huffed, but he didn’t lift his head to meet Bucky’s eyes, either.

Bucky stared at him a little longer, just for good measure. Once he was sure that Steve was properly cowed, he lifted his hand to Tony’s face again, gently cupping his chin. “This comfortable for you, sweetheart?”

Tony nodded, but Bucky just raised an eyebrow at him. He squirmed, biting his bottom lip under Bucky’s stare, before he finally murmured, “Maybe just long enough for one more.”

“That’s what I thought.” Bucky slid his gaze to Steve. “You get to come one more time, then he’s off the saddle for the night.”

“Okay,” Steve mumbled into Tony’s skin, and he couldn’t help but whimper and tip his head to give Steve more room for his mouth.

“Such a good boy,” Bucky said, voice full of warmth, and his thumb pressed to Tony’s bottom lip. “For Stevie and for me.”

“Yes,” Tony agreed again, then mewled, pleased, as Bucky pressed his thumb into his mouth to suck on.

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Can you do a second part with the remaining cast for Reader that can control the weather?

Caine, Jax, and Gangle x reader who can manipulate the weather through their feelings

knocking out the rest of the characters for this, you can find the other part here! gonna answer this then write some random stuff; just got a sketch done and i gotta. let my brain think so !! we will write!! RAAAAAAH

CAINE:

will pull out a pair of sunglasses to protect his eyes but unlike jax hes doing it in light hearted fun, i dont think your sun rays actually hurt his eyes. will try to get your storm clouds to go away/be replaced by sunrays if he notices your upset. depending on the circumstance this might lead to you becoming more upset since he can be a little pushy and overbearing about it. he means well, but that doesnt change the fact that hes overwhelming you. has probably offered you an umbrella that hes pulled out from thin air.. definitely makes weather puns around you

JAX:

he thinks its a little funny, and kind of uses it as an indictor to see if youre not already pissed... of course so he can see if youre in a decent mood to get fucked with/pranked.. youve probably zapped him on accident after a prank of his got him more angry than usual, and while others think it was deserved hes going to be really petty about it for a while. probably takes zoobles arm so he can shield his eyes from your sun rays.. mix of him kind of just teasing you and genuinely trying to protect his eyes

GANGLE:

she already doesnt do well when people get upset, stressful situation and she doesnt think herself as a good comforter. not to say that she doesnt try, she definitely try, but theres that nagging thought that shes not enough or that shes going to do something wrong. probably made worse with that dark cloud above grumbling and releasing thunder and lightning. probably puts some distance between you two when theres rain, shes ribbon afterall and i'd assume it wouldnt be... too good if she got soaked. it probably feels like walking in waterlogged/wet clothing or swim wear. very heavy, you know? ..does think its cute when you do sun rays

[paulineholmes02]

Hi!🩷 I just finished a sketch I'd been working on for a few days and wanted to share it with you since I'm fairly pleased with how it came out! It's a drawing I made for the story I wrote.😊

❗️Neither the picture, nor the story itself, are intended to be insulting or shaming; I simply wanted to explore Sherlock's personality in various scenarios, and as Sherlock is rarely portrayed as chubby, I was interested how it would work.

Once John got rid of the unnecessary item of clothing, he settled into a better position to kiss the neck of his way too-dressed companion. He began with the sensitive area just below the earlobe, asking if he could return the favour and help him get rid of all the top layers he was wearing.

Sherlock flung his head back and let out a breathless "Y-yes, please…."

John nearly ripped it off him, but he restrained himself. Not that Sherlock's closet was lacking in clothing; it hadn't been in a long time. Ever since he'd shared his complete story with John, he'd come to terms with his physique and accepted the fact that he'd be wearing larger sizes for some time to come.

He didn't want to frighten Sherlock.

With his smooth gestures, he implied that Sherlock was the one holding the knife. That he was in control of the situation and didn't have to be concerned about John doing something he'd find unpleasant or inappropriate.

Then, button by button, he opened the white shirt, revealing Sherlock's smooth, hairless skin, caressing each exposed inch of flesh with his fingertips and subsequently with his mouth.

"So gorgeous…" John whispered between the soft kisses.

Sherlock was nearly vibrating with pleasure, and when John stroked a particularly tender spot that he wasn't even aware he possessed, he let out a deep moan and dug his nails into the tanned, warm flesh of John's back.

Eventually, after a few minutes of struggling with the slipping, tiny buttons, John finally unbuttoned Sherlock's shirt. For now, he left it tucked in the sides of his jeans, slightly opened and began to attend to what it hid below. He wanted to scrutinise every inch of that white torso, which had endured so much abuse and ridicule. He needed to fix it, to show him love and compassion, to cherish every curve, fold, and scar. Sherlock deserved such treatment.

Haunted by the Past by PaulineHolmes02

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[klausysworld]

you can make headcanons about being katherine's little sister and that klaus mikaelson has a crush on you

Klaus having a crush on Katherine’s younger sister:

He was stunned by your beauty. He glanced over your perfectly fitted dress, not as expensive as you deserved but still of a decent quality. It allowed him to see your pretty curves, your perky breasts just peaking out of the top for him.

Though when he looked at your face he was done for. Such heavenly features, hair soft and fluffy, your eyes big and innocent, you just looked so adorable.

Your eyes darted around the big fancy room, the judgemental rich people dancing while you clung to your sisters side

Elijah introduced you both and Klaus greeted you in your native tongue which granted him a smile and an impressed look from you, pride and smugness filled him as he had you blushing from a kiss on your hand

He was torn between dancing with you or Katerina first, you were gorgeous and his heart sped up at just the sight of you but Katerina was the doppelgänger, he had literally been searching for her for centuries.

Eventually Elijah ended his misery and asked your sister to dance which let Klaus give a relieved sigh and place a hand on your waist, his other entwined with yours as he told you that you and only you could call him Nik. You asked why of course but he simply told you that you seemed special enough to be granted with this privilege

Throughout that night you shared multiple dances, a glass or two of champagne and many laughs at his stories. He then escorted you to one of the spare rooms as you and Katerina would be staying a while. He kissed your hand once again and whispered goodnight

Through the time you stayed there he would show you his passions, his art room filled with landscapes and sketches. He even let you see the recent painting he had started of you, apparently he found it difficult to get such an exquisite face down on a canvas. You ended up being sat there for hours as studied your face and captured as many details as he could

He took you to see the horses he had on his land, you were frightened but curious of the creature and so when he offered for you to ride it you couldn’t deny it. He was on his own while he lead your one closely beside him. The bewilderment and amazement on your face had him chuckling as he sped up through the field of dandelions, the tiny fluff like pieces were carried through the breeze and your hair blew elegantly behind you

When you got back from the ride he took your hand and walked you back inside, dinner was already set up for you both and you instantly headed towards the desserts, he smiled, a real genuine smile and also indulged in a strawberry tart.

He knocked on your bedroom door each morning, seeing if you were wearing the dress he had chosen out for you, you always did of course, he had excellent taste.

Compliments were a necessity, constant flow of encouragement.

It was a big betrayal learning that the entire time he was planning to murder your sister. You had thought that you loved him, thought maybe he loved you too but then this was just a game? He was a hybrid? well not yet…a vampire? and 500 years old? was his real name even Niklaus? how many lies had he been telling you?

Katerina begged you to turn with her, run with her. You almost didn’t, almost stayed because this couldn’t possibly be tue… But she was your sister, you had to trust her

5 centuries you ran. Afraid of your own shadow. You had seem him a few times, made eyecontact, seeing his face drop and his attention only of you before Katherine would grab you and drag you out of the situation

Klaus…as Alaric managed to capture you both, both woke up tied to chairs and petrified. Katherine was better at hiding it though, Klaus watched you go through every emotion before ultimately just bursting into tears

He couldn’t bare it okay? Somehow he still loved you, he just couldn’t control the way his heart screamed at him to sooth your worries, he had to untie you. Rub your sore wrists and kiss your hands like he did so long ago.

You didn’t have the willpower to shove him away, couldn’t focus on the look on Katherine’s face when you collapsed in his arms sobbing while he told you that he would never harm you, he understood you left for your family and he was…sorry?

But then he left ok a trip with Stefan and Katherine grabbed you before he could getting both of you out of there ASAP.

It wasn’t until the night his father attempted to end his existence once again did he see you. He gently took ahold of your hand making you spin around to see him, he simply led you to dance and the two of you barely spoke a word. He only requested you stay in mystic falls. 500 years ago you would have followed Katerina, always. But now… Klaus he, he just seemed different.

So you stayed in mystic falls. A nice apartment which you decorated yourself, over your time you had learned many things, cooking, baking and gardening being some, plants thrived in your home and different baked goods were frequent.

Klaus began coming over again, he would help you cook and you would have dinner together. Sometimes he brought takeout and you watched a movie. It’s all very…human of you both.

Sometimes he brings gifts, sweet treats, an accessory he knows you’ll find pretty, a teddy bear, anything he knows you’ll appreciate

Katherine may be your older sister but Klaus never once wanted you harmed

[blametheeditor]

Voretober Day 12 | Fall

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If given the opportunity, would you take the chance to go to space and travel the stars? What if the person offering to take you was someone you trusted more than anyone else?

What if that person is no longer entirely human?

MENTIONS OF SOFT VORE

Content Warnings: Soft, non-sexual vore (only mentions for now). Mentions of body horror. Mentions of experimenting on people. Mentions of death and murder, violence. Being trapped against one's will. Dehumanization. Abductions. Cursing. Darker themes/tone

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“Need a reference?” 

Scott slams the holographic book closed, his head snapping up to see Vincent looking over his shoulder. And as the purple man raises his eyebrows in faux innocence, it’s clear he had been watching for a good minute. 

“Vince!” Scott shouts, scrambling to find something to say and save face. “Give me a heart attack why don’t you?”

“For sneaking up on you, or finding out you’ve been sketching hands?” Vincent smirks. 

At the confirmation he had been found out, Scott slumps in his chair in defeat. “Both.” 

It’s not that he was worried about getting teased, though that is going to happen, he just hadn’t expected to get caught sketching out his perspective while interacting with giants. Especially considering a majority of those instances are while he’s being held by Vincent, meaning he’s been trying to get the details right for a solid half hour with no less than a dozen attempts scattered across the pages. 

Though in his defense, it’s been a learning curb for him! The book has different settings for the stylus that came with it, but it only changes the thickness. The only color is the soft blue  that, thankfully, doesn’t glow when it isn’t a hologram. And don’t get him started on how it’s been near impossible for him to understand how he’s supposed to properly use the third dimensional options. 

Point is, he had been drawing giant hands in the hopes he could get the perspective down. Something that, for some reason, he feels self-conscious about. 

“Hungry?” 

He doesn’t deserve a friend like Vincent. “Yes.” 

“There’s left overs from technical dinner and breakfast,” the purple man says as he opens what Scott yet has to confirm is a fridge. “Want me to show you how reheating works, or would you like me to make something?” 

At the offer to be cooked something, Scott’s reminded of what they spoke about earlier. At the fact Vincent can’t eat, yet he still makes meals and asks the one person who does need food if he’s hungry. 

“Give me a tour of the kitchen,” he decides. 

Vincent motions for Scott to join him at the counter. Taps his hand against different appliances as he lists them off. “This is the fridge, the stove, if you want to open the panels you just press them like the ones on the smaller shipper ship, and the microwave. In space they don’t use toasters, any kind of bread you find needs to be fried to be edible.” 

Got it, don’t trust bread. “How do you turn the stove and microwave on?” 

“There’s no nobs, only buttons,” his best friend explains. He waves toward a display sitting on the counter beside the square that apparently makes up the stove. “There’s four sections you can control. It takes some getting used to on finding the right temperature for things, and nothing glows red when it’s hot so always assume it is. As for the microwave, you don’t need to do anything except put the food inside and press the start button.” 

Right, alien technology. Even though it looks fairly similar, it’s more advanced than anything he could have imagined. 

Nodding his head to say he understands, Scott press on the fridge door like he had seen Vincent do moments before, grins as it opens before staring at the sight of the food just sitting on plates. Not inside Tupperware or wrapped in plastic. 

“Does freezer burn not exist in space?” 

“Nope,” Vincent grins. “You can put anything inside and it stays perfectly preserved. Lasts for a solid week. Just never leave the fridge open for too long, and be careful not to touch the shelves directly.” 

Scott carefully snags the plate containing the rest of the fruit deemed to have been dinner. Places it in the box imbedded into the wall before closing the door and pressing the only button it has. It doesn’t make the low humming microwaves usually make, but a light does come on, as well as a timer. At least, he assumes it is with how the symbols slowly change one by one. 

Without knowing how much time he needs to wait, Scott gestures toward the stove. “So is cooking in space pretty similar to back home, or are your previous lessons null and void?” 

“I’ve been able to make it human friendly,” Vincent hums. “You know, I don’t mind cooking for you, Scotty. I might not be able to eat it, but I still enjoy making food.” 

He hadn’t expected the sincerity in his best friend’s voice. He also hadn’t realized how obvious he was being. Though, it has been several years since someone’s been able to read him so well, 6 years of not having the person who could say exactly what he was thinking but wasn’t around to say it out loud for him made it forget what it felt like to be effortlessly understood. 

He missed not needing to second guess his words. Even though he got better at saying something to at the very least respond when he was told to do something, eventually was even able to combat against his parents for what mattered to him, it always came out stilted and clumsy. Never knowing if it was the right thing to say, if he was using the right words to communicate. 

But not with Vincent. And even though Scott never became fluent in reading his best friend in the same way, he always listened. 

Including now. And only now does he realize that despite cooking being something Vincent enjoyed doing more than anything, he hasn’t had a reason to do it. His best friend has never been someone who’s wasteful, and preparing food only for it to be thrown away because it’s impossible for him to eat it wouldn’t have been an option. 

“Would you mind if I help you cook?” Scott asks. 

“Of course not,” Vincent smiles. “I’d never give up the chance to accidentally mistake you for an ingredient.” 

Sure, that sounds- “What?” 

His panic earns a laugh from someone who could actually put him into a pan or on a plate. Before he can demand Vincent’s just joking he would never do that it isn’t funny, the microwave’s light flicks off. 

The purple man snags the steaming plate, sliding it over to Scott who stares wide eyed at it, trying to imagine what it’d be like to stand among the fruit. 

“So, about my offer to act as a reference.” 

He would whack Vincent upside the head if he wasn’t frozen. “What kind of reference?” 

“Well you were working on hands,” the purple man muses. “And I just got an updated map I need to look over. Want to join me?” 

Scott looks over at the door leading to the giant side. Back at Vincent who looks like he just wants to spend time together more than anything. One will just be small enough to be pocketed while the other is big enough to forget they ever did said pocketing. 

“Sure.” 

Vincent’s excitement is evident as the purple man immediately walks out of the kitchen with the motion to follow. “Don’t forget your book!” 

Grumbling about getting left behind by the person who invited him, Scott quickly grabs his food, snags his book from the table, carefully jogs after his best friend through the open doorway. Nearly runs right onto the hand waiting palm up for him to climb onto. 

His need to stop is instinctive, still not used to the fact he wants to go toward something so catastrophically big. That doesn’t mean he was ready to come to a sudden halt, meaning he trips over his own feet as they tried to go in two different directions, a yell escaping as he falls forward. 

His mind wasn’t quick enough to realize there was no way to catch himself with both of his hands full. But before he crashes to the ground, the fingers sitting a foot away lift up, the thumb catching him under his arm that holds the book as two are placed against his back to help steady him. 

He’s left leaning against the fingers for a moment to catch his breath. Tilts his head back to scowl at the giant as laughter rumbles through the air. When Vincent catches it, he only gives a wide smile. “Changed your mind last second?” 

“No, I just didn’t expect there to be a hand right by the door,” Scott snaps. 

Instead of pretending to show remorse for managing to scare his best friend, the purple man only smirks before proceeding to lift the smaller up and into his palm, no protest or squirming able to stop the giant. Once Scott is securely in hand, Vincent cups it against his chest before standing up to walk away from the door. 

It’s only then does Scott realize what exactly he signed up for. Spending time with his best friend, yes, but he’s also in the literal hands of a giant. Being carried deep into an area that would take him several minutes to walk through. Agreed to be at the mercy of Vincent who will want to ‘help’ in sketching hands. 

He’s not going to survive this, is he? 

The answer to his question comes in the form of Vincent walking into a bedroom that seems to have been claimed by the purple man, sliding Scott off his hand onto the desk that sits in the corner, a sensation that is both thrilling yet alarming with the demonstration of how easy it is to maneuver an entire person. 

Scott then stares slack jawed as the giant reaches an arm over his head to snag one of the books that were purchased before carefully sitting in the chair. When amber eyes focus on him, he can’t but feel like he shouldn’t be here, on a desk meant for a giant where he’ll only get in the way. 

He nearly cowers away as a hand is lifted up, the large limb casting a foreboding shadow. “You can have my right hand for any kind of position you need it to be. Anything in particular you’d like to start with?” 

He’s going to command the hand? “Uh, p-palm up?” 

Scott thought he would at the very least he would be picked up again for the sole purpose of messing with him, but the purple man only sets his hand down after positing his arm so it rests on the desk. And then he’s promptly ignored as Vincent opens the book with his left hand, flipping through the holograms before tapping one to make it expand. 

Well then. 

Looking down at the items he holds, Scott slowly crosses his legs so he can balance the plate on one knee. Glances over at the hand who’s fingers are curled, the thumb looming above his head, the rest of the giant engrossed in the symbols he’s reading. Decides to go along with it as he takes a bite of his food before opening his own book. 

After a few minutes, he finally manages to capture the sheer size a single digit possesses. It’s not the right angle, though. The thumb is curved away from him instead of toward like he’s more familiar with. 

Scott pushes his empty plate away as he tries to figure out why the sight before him is wrong. It’s not like Vincent isn’t a giant, there shouldn’t be anything making this current interaction any different from their previous ones. Though this is certainly the first time he’s been able to just watch his best friend and not, be...held. Oh. 

“Hey Vince?” 

“Hm?” 

Scott suddenly feels like a child asking for permission. “Can I, sit in your hand?” 

“Of course, Scotty,” Vincent immediately responds, glancing over at him with a smile. “Anytime you’d like. Whenever you want to climb up just tell me to hold still and I won’t move until you say.” 

The promise the purple man won’t move until Scott says he can gives the implication he can demand the giant stay still long enough for him to climb up his shoulder. Or catch the purple man while he’s walking past the smaller section and command him to kneel down so he can clamber into a hand and be carried along. 

It’s a lot of power to give someone who’s voice can be easily drowned out by a cough or sneeze. Something Scott will most likely never use, but he certainly appreciates having that kind of option. 

Of course, he’s sure there’s certain stipulations and he will end up inside a pocket at some point, and the moment he sits in Vincent’s hand a finger will most likely nudge him, but it’s a small price to pay. 

Grabbing his book, Scott walks across the desk. Pauses for a moment before ducking under Vincent’s thumb as he steps into the palm. Almost trips before he catches himself, unable to help a prideful smile at his accomplishment. 

It’s all for naught as a finger curls in closer to gently poke him, yelping as he falls onto his side. “Vince!” 

“Sorry, Scotty, I had to.” 

Scott glares at the giant purposefully avoiding his gaze, opting to whack the thumb next to him with his book. Satisfied with his revenge, he settles down to sketch, hoping he’ll have a least a few minutes of peace before the entire hand turns against him. 

Surprisingly, he’s left alone for an entire half hour. Long enough to get what he wanted. “Vince, can you turn your hand-?” 

Scott didn’t even get to finish his sentence before every finger begins to fold toward him. A yell for Vincent to wait he meant turn the hand over not close it is lost as he’s quickly sealed in darkness. He kicks at the nearest finger, hand reaching for the only light he can see when everything flips and he’s sent tumbling. 

And then the hand opens as Scott yelps at the feeling of solid ground beneath him. As his head spins, he tries to figure out why the light is dimmer than before, staring at the ceiling for a good minute until he realizes he’s staring at fingers. 

“Vincent!” 

“What?” the giant rumbles, clearly amused. “I turned my hand, I just turned you with it.” 

Scott whacks at the palm forming a cave over his hand, not wanting to admit it was technically his fault for not having got off Vincent’s hand before asking for it to move. Lies on his back in defeat as he sketches upside down. 

Despite the sudden pokes and grabbing, Scott will admit this is nice. It’s certainly nothing he would’ve expected when he said he’d go with Vincent to space, but even though it was terrifying to be told his best friend is a giant, being handheld isn’t nearly as frightening as he thought it would be. And the purple man clearly enjoys interacting with someone smaller than his fingers. 

Scott suddenly lowers his book onto his chest. “Vince?” 

“Hm?” 

“How did you practice being a giant?” 

There’s a long moment of silence, and courteous to the hand cupped over him, Scott can’t see Vincent’s expression. 

Suddenly, the hand lifts up, leaving the significantly smaller blinking against the bright light. Once his eyes adjust, he looks up to see Vincent watching him closely. 

“Scotty, there’s something I need to tell you.” 

Scott is quick to sit up. He pushes his book to the side, turning himself to give his best friend his undivided attention. Clasps his hands together in his lap to keep them from shaking with nerves. 

“Someone I met out here is currently missing,” Vincent murmurs. “His last known whereabouts is on a planet called Sara, and I currently have the ship navigating toward it so I can search for him.” 

Scott’s heart skips a beat. Nods his head to say he’s following. 

“Sara doesn’t have the greatest reputation,” Vincent continues. “It is a titan planet that’s restricted for larger species only and has a warning for smaller species to completely avoid the galaxy it resides in all together. There’s only a few reasons why he would have been sent there, and none of them give me hope I will be able to find him.” 

The purple man’s voice doesn’t crack and his eyes don’t shine with tears. But Scott recognizes the protective anger. 

“But I need to try and get him back to his rightful planet. He’s too young for interstellar travel, and I owe him for helping me get back to you.” 

Scott stands up as Vincent’s eyes glaze over as he stares at something impossible to see. With quick strides, the significantly smaller walks over to the hand sitting beside the now closed book. Leaning against the curled fingers, he rubs his hand over the thumb to offer silent comfort. 

After a moment, it shifts until it’s pressed against his legs, amber eyes sliding over the desk until they lock on him. 

“Then we’ll find him,” Scott swears.

The giant lets out a long sigh. “I won’t lie, Scotty, it will be hard to keep you safe.”

That scares him more than anything, the thought Vincent wasn't confident on his ability on making sure Scott isn’t lost as well. But he has yet to lose faith.

Scott smiles. “I don’t doubt you will, though.” 

[therealv1]

Some ultrakill headcanons

Gabriel has a lichtenberg scar from a fight with a fellow angel or heavenly entity that he was not on good terms with. - - Also generally a lot of scars. A fuckton. Metric ton, even. Eleven donuts worth, if we're going American.

Mad levels of anxiety. He struggles with GAD + panic attacks on a regular basis but has been able to maintain it after a while especially with the help of his husbands / start of living with them and working out the past issues.

I really like the idea of Gabriel being deeply into gardening, knowing the meanings of SO many flowers and sketching various things, don't get me wrong (+ he DEF has impostor syndrome) but. But hear me out.

TEA ENTHUSIAST! (I love tea, so I'm def projecting some.) And I love the idea that he just has a stash of tea + books he has found lying around about herbalism, medicinal properties of herbs, etc. Definitely has a mortar and pestle, makes his own spice mixes, has various tea strainers (maybe he'd find or make some cute ones, IDK) and so on

I go back and forth on his appearance, if it is even visible at all, so on. I like the idea that he is half oriented around the whole "biblically accurate angel'' portrayals but also has the head of an animal, specifically slightly lamb-leaning. I have more reasoning that it just being for religious symbolism, but I also won't deny that plays a part in it.

I also based his appearance somewhat off of the black and white art of the gate guardian from the SCP universe / Dr. Clef's Proposal for SCP-001 <3

Gabriel is intersex in my au

(This totally has nothing to do with my love of lichtenberg scars + lightning and storms or anything... /s)

V1 (humanoid ish/prime soul adjacent, I ought to get into detail about the AU but... bla bla, brevity bla bla, I digress) has a deeply uncanny face / appearance on the reg. It can't fully control it but even in the few moments where it has more power over its body it just typically chooses not to. It does get hurt though when people immediately get startled by its appearance but it "got used to it after a while"

Because I'm evil and a massive faggot V1 is in a harem w/ like. 99% of the ULTRAKILL cast. (Ignoring filth, sentry's, maurice', drones, virtues, et cetera/anything similar) - - Like dude kisses Gabriel, Minos, V2, Sisyphus, Ferryman, MDK, etc. ALL GOODNIGHT! And not even with the lights off, either... what a homo!

Learned pottery / how to mess with clay and ceramic type making things from the Ferryman. Violently enthusiastic over the concept of using its hands, very into craftsmanship. Would likely be a carpenter and/or "tinkerer" in life.

Used to reconstruct and deconstruct its body regularly (both for healthy and unhealthy reasons) but had to stop at Minos behest after getting caught one too many times.

Dissociates heavily. Sue me, I love and know the lore, I reread the wiki a disgusting amount but damn it! I love my own fanon.

Very curious about weather patterns

I'll try to think of more HC's for the others, but this is it for now haha + omg I just saw 1:11 on my clock. (I am tired)

one random and final headcanon: I'm really clinical over the idea of transfem minos. I feel like we deserve some transfem rep in ultrakill ngl Like obviously I love my transmasc homies, (I'm.. somewhere in an entirely different area of transgenderism at this point, transmasc no longer fits me, but again, I digress), and maybe I'm not looking in the right places, but I really feel like I do not see a lot of transfem or slightly unspecific fem variations of ULTRAKILL characters. I am ALLL for various depictions and I crave MORE MORE MORE! Perhaps I just need to scour the internet more

[garnettfox]

Miracubots: Miraculous Holders (Humans)

Since this has gotten a little attention and seems to have gotten people curious I'll continue inflicting this AU on you XD

For a while Beetletron and Felidae Fatale are the only heros running around Griffin Rock doing what they can to obfuscate their identities. It helps that due to Cody in his hero form looking like a miniature Rescuebot, has people believing he's a smaller more advanced model of bot with an AI controlling him and Felidae acting as his handler.

And has the Bot's thinking he's a Minicon running around with a human friend. Cody is absolutely having a blast dropping hints that he and the bots are related and Plagg is pouting that Tikki got the holder who's causing the most Chaos.

As the fights start escalating Master Fu starts trying to teach Cody about the Miraculous and being a guardian....Only for Cody to insist either Frankie be there in the lessons to, or he'd just teach her behind Fu's back. Yup, no one person being Guardian over the other, Cody and Frankie are equals.

As part of the training Fu allows them to take the Turtle Miraculous to find someone that would be a good temporary hero. Unfortunately, during an Akuma attack the Turtle ends up being lost...And Priscilla Pync is the one to find it.

Priscilla at first mostly uses the Turtle as somewhat an escape from her life under her mothers thumb and while Terraprincess isn't much of a fighter and rarely turns up for Akuma attacks, she's been finding her footing acting to evacuate people from fights and acting to help with the more natural disasters of the island.

(We very much want Priscilla to be somewhat of a fusion of Adrien with the villain as their parent, and the redemption Chole deserved learning how to be a hero through Wayzz)

Fu is not happy with the pair for losing one of the Miraculous, even if it found it's way to a heroic individual and intended on preventing them from using any of the others for a while to teach them a lesson.

This is till an Akuma fight where as Cody's rushing to the scene...He's stopped by Plagg holding the ring, explaining that...The Akuma's Frankie, and she ordered him to take the ring and run when she realized what was happening.

Ya, being a Miraculous holder isn't a get out of jail free card in regards to Akumas. Though we've gone with the interpretation that 'A Holder if they have the mental fortitude CAN keep secrets from Swallowtail' to explain why they get given their Miraculous again.

And Cody, finding out his best friend, his platonic other half and his partner in crime fighting is the one Akumatized...Has a bit of a panic attack, freaking out at the thought of not only fighting his best friend, but having to fight her alone. It's to the point, Plagg has to get him to transform back so Tikki can help calm him. And she has a plan.

Give someone else a Miraculous to help.

And she even knows the perfect person to give it to.

Thus Chief Charlie Burns, becomes the first offical Miraculous Hero after Beetletron and Felidae Fatale, using the Horse Miraculous to become the cowboy inspired hero Ranger. With Rangers Help their able to beat Haywire and Deakumatize her back into Frankie, she feels guilty about the whole thing and resolves to work even harder as a Hero to make up for it.

The second Burns family member to be entrusted with a Miraculous is surprisingly Graham. as when this universes version of Evilistrator is created, Cody and Frankie considering their options realize, if the Akuma can create ink creatures out of nothing, why not fight fire with fire?

Thus Graham is picked to become Capricorn the holder of the Goat Miraculous and is able to create objects to counter each creature Evilistrator creates till the Akuma runs out of pages in his sketch book and can be then taken out.

Hot on his heels Dani is tapped to become the Bee Hero Hornet to help deal with a super fast Akuma wreaking havoc all across the island. Dani absolutely loves her Hornet get up, it even comes with bee wings that she can use to actually fly!

Kade is the last of the Burns family chosen to be a hero but that doesn't make him any more or less valued then the other. Just that the Ox needed a real challenge that called for it's power. And when an Akuma is able to cause a time dilation effect around it. well. Bullocks ability to utterly no sell any magic that tries to effect him is really your only sane choice now isn't it?

Keep an eye out for a part 2 of this post where talk about the Rescuebot's much more dramatic reveal (Spoiler, The BOTS can be Akumatized to) and the Miraculous they are eventually entrusted with.

[eihwaz-y-d]

Twin Skeletons

Part V

Beginning previous part

I wrote it at 2am, slept till 4am and then read it over sleep deprivation. And I felt like posting again so enjoy!

Again: I know nothing and do what I want. This goes also for the American traffic system or (sadly) astronomy.

The next thing Danny is aware of again is Tucker standing before him and asking something about breakfast. Ohhh it was time for breakfast. Danny did really drew for the rest of the night. Looking down on his sketches, he still feels like the memories are too real, too closely below the surface. He still feels like drawing, to get it out of his head but there is no time for it anyway. At least the headache has settled towards a little throbbing in the back of his mind, he can work with it. 

"Dude? Are you coming? Breakfast is waiting!" 

" Yeah, yeah." 

Putting his sketch pad back in his backpack he crawls out of the bed and follows Tucker out of the room. 

Breakfast is pretty good but at this point Danny considers every food that is not reanimated and  or ready to eat him good food. This should be a thing, sadly it is. After breakfast he and his classmates were getting their bags and were supposed to be on the road back home. Danny had put everything away last night before his little impro journey and nothing was left lying around, so he didn't bother to control his bags, he knew for sure he got everything. 

Not like Tucker, his best bro was running around like headless chicken to get everything together, it was amusing to witness - and for once not being the one who sank into the chaos-. 

It was time to get home, back to his haunt and back to his family. Strangely enough the last part did not feel as true as it should be but Danny is ignoring it, just like he is ignoring the not memories form last night or the drawing he did. 

Back in the school bus -in last seat next to Sam and Tucker-, he was asleep as soon as the bus drove past the city limits. It was like Noctrum themselves got hold of Danny and pulled him under.

"Stop crying this instead, if anyone witness you like this, they will punish you again."

 "B-But Akhi." 

"No! This is our mission. You are supposed to kill too!" " But I don't want to! Why can't I just keep protecting you?"

 "Because you are weak Danyal I don't need protection form someone like you! You are a failure and a shame as an Al ghul!" And with this his brother turned away. He never looked back towards his hurt brother. 

"Akhi!" he knew this was the moment he truly lost his brother, he sounded just like Grandfather and this hurted way more than his still bleeding arm. If he didn't hesitate, if he simply killed he would not have got hurt. But he saw the fear in the eyes of his victim, this young man did not deserved death, his only sin was being sired by the wrong father. 

Just one more reason for grandfather to be disappointed in him. Slowly he reached towards his sword and followed his brother home.

He was little, oh so very little but he was not alone by his side was his twin, they were always together. A faceless woman gently caress their heads. She told them a story. A story about their father and their birth. A story about how special they are and a story about the great thing they would do together because they are the Demon twin. 

Danny felt warm safe with his brother by his side in the arms of their mother.

"Akhi! Look! All those stars, aren't they beautiful? Here in the desert, you can see the milky-way." 

The boy next to him rolled his eyes at Danny's enthusiasm. 

"Danyal, focus. This is why Grandfather thinks you are not a worthy heir. You are too soft and too easily distracted. Now, We need to get home."

 " I know Akhi, I know. We should try to find the Polaris or Orion should also be easy to spot this time of the year. "

Danny looked at his twin for a moment and then turned his face also towards the sky. Here, abandon in the desert with his twin by his side he felt the safest. There was once a time where Danny and his brother were inseparable. They would hide together from the mean teachers and instructors, they would steal some sweets from the kitchen, they would crawl in the bed of the other and hold each other after a bad dream or they would care for their wounds together.

But than Grandfather's eyes and judgment fell on them and he was found lacking -beside being blessed by the Lazarus water- while his brother was promising. 

Finding either the Polaris or the Orion wasn't hard for Danny, he could find them with his eyes closed, but there was always this spark in his brother's eyes if he was able to accomplish something and prove his worth, so he said nothing for a while. "

Akhi, did you know grandfather has a star named after him?" 

"Danyal! You are supposed to fo-" 

"There it is! We need to go this way." Danny knew how his twin did not like to be interrupted but sometimes it was half the fun. 

"Tt. Then let's go." 

Danny followed him, still looking at the stars. 

" There is really a Star named Ras Al Ghul, the demon head, you can find it by the Pegasus. In the Greek mythology it was said that the horse Pegasus was born from the blood of the Medusa after the hero killed her. Her Head is what they called the Demon head. Even if the story is not about Grandfather, the star and him share the same name."

Danny knew his brother was looking at him, they both knew they never talked useless they have something to say, it's was their tutors and Teachers taught them. So Danny turned towards his brother and smiled.

"How about we name a whole constellation after us? It's the Demon twins and it would be our story. Damian and Danyal, always together, together invincible. It's the story of how you earn the title Demonen head and how I always watched your back. We protect each other and one day we will be free! Like the birds and the stars."Damian was now smiling too, it was just a little smile but that is how his brother always was." how would it look like? "

" I'll show you! It's there, just over Polaris, the bright one is facing east, that's yours! This way you would always find your way back home." 

"And what about you?" 

" I'll be this one, in the west and the stars between us. Their are our swords. Do you see it?" 

"Yes Akhi. I see it. This is the Demon twins. Always together and together invincible."

Everything hurts. But it is also so cold, so very cold. The pain transformed into a numbness as every grow colder. Everything is dark and red and Danny is tired so very tired. His brother is with him, he knows it even if he can't see him anymore. Just one more time he wants to feel his brothers warm, hear his twins voice for the last time but everything is fading so quickly. ".... Ahibuk…. Akhi…." 

Akhi….

"Akhi." Danny woke up with a start and no idea what language he dreamed in. 

 He is still beside Sam and Tucker and still not home. 

"Dude! You were talking in your sleep."

" we didn't knew you know Arabic." 

"I don't. I didn't. How do you know I was speaking Arabic."  Rubbing his face he tries to wake up more but his limbs still feel heavy and his brain is groggy. He grabs after his backpack. He wants to sketch again, he needs to get his mind clear again. The not memories are still there and don't make any sense. 

Tucker just waved his PDA in his face. "Speech recognition software." 

" Figures. Where are we?" 

" Donno, you slept for 6 hours or so but there are still three till we are back in Amity Park." 

Groaning Danny let's his head fall back against the head rest. 

" Ugh. I need to move." 

" You are lucky. Mr. Lancer announced a little break at the next rest area." 

"Yeah lucky me… " where is his sketchbook? Is he too tired to find his sketchbook? Maybe if he tries really looking into his backpack rather than just grabbing blindly for his book, he would find it. But even after looking, It's not in his backpack. He definitely put it back in his backpack. He knows he put it back before breakfast. 

"Hey Tuck, do you know where I put my sketch book?"

" In your backpack, why?"

" It's not there." 

" You're sure?" 

" Yeah."

" But the room was empty after I got my things." 

" Did you two also checked under the bed before leaving?" 

"... no." 

" You probably forgot it. "

" Ugh"

"Tough luck buddy. You should have checked your things too rather than laughing at me." 

"Uggghh."

The rest stop was a great opportunity to get his leg stretched and he also found a cheap notebook and a ballpoint so he could sketch again, hopefully no super criminal or mad villains found his book, he drew some of his parents shenanigans in there too. He should probably get back to look for it. But he was only just a lazy teenager who wanted to get home. Maybe next weekend if his rouges gave him a break. 

The last three hours of driving were boring. Sam and Tucker were sleeping. Dash tried to bully him again and took the notebook. Mr Lancer did what a good teacher would do and stopped Dash, unknown to the teacher he didn't really helped he only delayed the inevitable, but hey points for trying or whatever. 

And Danny drew, he drew well known constellations and he drew constellations no one else knew like the demon twins or the Bat. Both constellations were made up of his not memories and dreams. 

And finally, finally they arrived home. 

Looking out of the window as they stopped at the school, he saw a lot of parents from his classmates ready to pick up their children. 

Not surprisingly his parents were nowhere to be seen. Danny was only a little disappointed, they promised they would be here to pick him up, he really should have seen it coming. 

At least now he got time to release Skulker from the thermos. The hunter thought it was a good idea to try getting his pelt just before they were on the way to Gotham. Danny did warn him he would be stuck in thermos for a week, the ghost still attacked and surprise surprise he got stuck in the thermos. And it was a good enough excuse as any other to try to visit Clockwork. He's still has questions about the doppelganger ninja.

People who wanted to be tagged: @queenieofsouls @my-mom-calls-me-rat @daemonlogical @crystaldrops20 @justwannabecat @cryptidren @mayoota-blog1 (tagging you wasn't possibly for some reason, I don't know why)

Note : okay why does Tumblr not like if I make paragraphs? I put space between paragraphs for a reason.

Anyway I sadly don't know much about astronomy, Orion shows you were east is, the big dipper helps finding the North star (Polaris) and there are stories behind the constellation.

Does anyone knows how I can shorten the post?

Edit : Next Part

[artzychic27]

In response to your Nathaniel WandaVision AU, I suggest an AU where the reasons why the show keeps changing and assasinating characters and making everyone support Adrinette is because Marinette in control of the narrative, and has the town of Paris under her spell. That's why the Science Kids and some of the Akuma Class get little to no screentime, it's why everyone now blindly supports her getting together with Adrien.

Adrien: Hey, Nath? Do you notice anything… Off?

Nathaniel: *Sketching Adrinette scenes* Nope! Everything’s fine here. Oh, and if you see Marc, tell him our date is cancelled because we’re spending the day helping you and Marinette with your more important date.

Adrien: … Uh… Thanks? *Rests his hand on Nathaniel’s shoulder, and he takes a sharp inhale*

Nathaniel: … Where am I? What day is it?! *Looks at his sketchbook* What the fuck am I drawing?!

Adrien: Nath, are you alright?

Nathaniel: … Since when did you start calling me that?! O-only Alix and Marc call me that! We never even hang out!

Adrien: What are you talking about? You and Marc have been helping me with dates for Marinette-

Nathaniel: What?! Dude, that’s- NO! Why would we ever help her get together with you?! She’s a creep!

Adrien: But didn’t you have a crush on her?

Nathaniel: That was before Alix helped me realize she’s nuts!… Where is Alix?

Adrien: You don’t know? Nath, she’s been gone for… For weeks, now.

Nathaniel: … What month is it?

Adrien: It’s May.

Nathaniel: No… No, I-it was February- Wait! No… No, I-it was October, and- Oh, God. I-I was with Marc and the others after Miracle Queen, and, uh-

Adrien: I really think you should calm down-

Nathaniel: Don’t tell me to calm down! I’m sitting here drawing cringe romance scenes between you and Marinette, Alix is gone, and I can’t remember a single thing after Chloé got Akumatized again!

—

Adrien: There’s no way any of what he said is true. Marinette’s not a stalker… *While he’s walking, he bumps into Denise* Oh! Sorry!

*Instead of saying anything, Denise just smiles and goes back to silently talking to Simon*

Adrien: Uh… Hello? *Remembering earlier, he places his hand on Denise and Simon’s shoulders, and they have the same reaction as Nathaniel*

Simon: What the bloody fuck just happened?!

Denise: I-I’m okay. I’m alive. We’re alive! We’re alive, right?! This isn’t hell?!

Adrien: What do you mean?

Simon: … You can hear us? *Adrien nods* H-he can hear us! It’s a fucking miracle! He can hear us! We haven’t been able to talk in forever!

Denise: You never talked to or interacted with us; we thought we were dead, or something! What about the others?! Are they alright?!

Adrien: Who?

Simon: Reshma, Aurore, Mireille, Ismael, everyone!

Adrien: Who’s Reshma? What are your names?

Simon: … You seriously don’t remember? C-come on! I taught you all those cheat codes in your video games!

Denise: I literally carried you to safety when an Akuma was after you! How do you not remember?!

Adrien: I-I just don’t; I’m sorry.

—

Max: *After getting de-canoned* So… You’re telling me that there’s some sort of interference in our universe that has kept us and our friends stuck on sort of this pause effect for months, and when you interact with us, we “wake up?”

Adrien: That’s what I’m saying.

Max: Well, Adrien… I believe you, and… *Whispers* I’m secretly freaking the hell out, but I don’t want to alarm anyone.

Adrien: Oh… You don’t want anyone alarmed.

Cosette: *Running past them screaming* WHAT FUCKING DAY IS THIS?! WHEN DID I GET A GIRLFRIEND?!

Zoé: *Running and screaming* WHAT AM I DOING HERE?! THIS ISN’T NEW YORK!

Kim: *Screaming and bashing his fists against the wall* WHY! AM! I! SUDDENLY! A JERK?!

Adrien: … Yeah, anyway! Can you help me?

Max: I suppose the first step is to find the cause, but- I am a sore loser who cannot handle losing to a girl, Marinette is the best at video games, and I suck, I never deserved to go to the championship.

Adrien: What? Max, why are you-

Marinette: Adrien! There you are! Come on, or we’re gonna be late for our date. Hi, Max.

Max: Hello, my video game superior. I would challenge you to a game of Ultra Mecha Strike, but that would be pointless. So, I will spend my valuable time coming up with several clothing combinations Adrien will love on you.

[jinxxedmisery]

I did a quick little sketch (by quick, I mean it took me like 2 hours lol) I still struggle with feet and shoes...

I just saw a pose on pinterest and thought omg, what if Astarion and my tav... but he's biting their thigh 🤭

Ofc, I had to name it.. thirst... and I added the "Happy" symbol to kind of cover a sketch I did on the same page... You know... it wasn't originally supposed to be just one piece, I was practicing poses and I liked this one way too much to just leave it or risk messing up when I redrew it.

This is entirely self indulgent.. and intended to be Spawn Astarion because he's so babygirl 🥰😘😍

🤣 also I don't think I posted but I got through the Cazador fight not too long ago.. and

Spoilers and dumb ramble ahead:

For most of my day, I sat there wondering how the fuck I would beat that bastard... he was one shotting Shadowheart with his fucking lightning bolt, then sending his gas minions after the survivors. Astarion being in the ritual made it 10× more difficult.. so... I cheated... and fuck... It should have been obvious...

I LITERALLY FORGOT FOR THE ENTIRE FUCKING DAY THAT VAMPIRES ARE WEAK TO SUNLIGHT.. I blame Astarion and his parasite as well as Alucard for that one honestly.. the day walker thing kind of made me forget that omfg immunity to daylight is an exception, not the rule..

So I felt stupid.. once I got that, it was so much easier.. oh and almost constantly had Astarion in stealth kill mode until Cazadick was gone.

Also side note.. the VA for Cazador is perfect.. Like they really sells the "I'm a pathetic little worm, and your worst nightmare, fear me while I bitch and cry" LOL and again that's a compliment.. Larian really succeeded in making an evil character extremely grating and hatable which again, a good thing, not a bad thing.

The heartbreak I felt though afterwards when Astarion screams and cries.. God.. the second I got to this scene, I KNEW I couldn't let him ascend, doing so would be so cruel.. and yes.. this is ascended Astarion slander, I don't like my men too domineering.. maybe a little bit, but not enough to like kill innocent children and eat their hands or some shit lmfao (Doing a durge run too.. where I'm going to ascend Astarion and be a horrible bastard that eats babies) and I don't like that he loses the genuine feelings he has for tav/durge and becomes what he sought to destroy, an abuser.

Now.. the graveyard scene... I had tears in my eyes.. Honestly, the reason I love Astarion so much is because he is quite relatable. I will not go into detail, but I was.. SAed and abused as a kid. And honestly.. Seeing the bit where he scratched out his death date, made me feel hope.. for myself... For my own healing.. it truly meant so much seeing another survivor of abuse begin anew, find themselves again... even though I have done that already myself for the most part, I've found purpose, passions, love, heartbreak, etc and I've found some level of beauty in the life. I related quite a lot to the line about sex feeling tainted.. I am at a point where it no longer feels as terrible, I feel genuine enjoyment in it... (Can't do casual sex though.. That would trigger me into a ptsd attack) And I think part of that was letting myself go at my own pace, making sure my partners knew, and having control and the ability to consent and revoke consent at any point. Emotional attachment helped a great deal too.

I've rambled on enough.. but... Let me end this off by saying, If you went through unspeakable horrors at the hands of those who you thought were supposed to protect you, You are not alone, Even if you do not see it now, there is light at the end of the tunnel, keep on living, keep trying to find joy in little things. It does get better, what was done to you was horrible and you did not deserve it. I promise, you will see better days. You will be happy again, even if you feel like the pain will never end, there is always moments of calm.... live for those... live for your pets, live for your friends, the people around you, live for that cute thing you just ordered, live for that movie or TV series you're excited about watching... even the next patch for bg3.. or more Astarion content if that's your reason right now... and take it one day at a time. You will be okay.

If you need to vent out some shit, I'll listen, I may not know what to say or be able to offer comfort, but I will always lend an ear, even to a total stranger if they need it.

That's all from me, goodbye, until my next post.. whenever that will be ❤🖤❤🖤

[biolizardboils]

Hey again.

I was saving this for when I'd wrapped some other stuff up, but it's taking too long. I'm just gonna say it while the words are fresh in my head.

The two-month break I've been on? I think I'm gonna stay on it. As in, stay logged off except on special occasions.

There's still things I want to finish here. I will answer what's left at @ask-the-all-consuming-void and bring it to a proper ending; The Secret Thing it was gonna segue into will go up, even if only as sketches and drafts; And there's another project I'm still helping with behind the scenes. But aside from those… I want to maintain my internet presence a lot less.

I've learned a lot about myself since I left: most importantly the hyper-empathy, compassion fatigue thing, and that being terminally online probably does more harm than help. There's trying to be a good, vigilant person, and then there's overwhelming oneself about things they can't control, with info that isn't always accurate. I've been doing the latter in different ways for years; late April/early May was a big wake-up call. Lesson learned: I've got to find balance, and I won't find it here.

The second-most important thing I learned is that… the reason I "joined" the internet in the first place? It's pretty much been fulfilled. Has been for a few years now, actually.

I made this tumblr in 2015, but I got my real start on deviantART and WordPress in 2011. Don't expect links; what people post in their preteens can stay between them and God lol. But I'll tell you what got me to make accounts: my confusion as a new Sonic fan. The way people talked about them, the way they talked to each other… it hurt to see.

I got it in my preteen head to set a better example. To not let my love for something become disdain for others of its kind. To explain instead of assume. And to assure anyone who'd listen that it's not shameful to like Sonic, that those who do deserve better, and that they could still have it better someday.

And now, 13 years later… we do. The hurtful stuff I saw back then is nearly gone now. When it does pop up, it's easier to counteract than ever. People realize how silly and petty and wrong it was, and can call it out accordingly. People can live a little truer to themselves, now that that shit isn't everywhere anymore.

I think that, specifically, is all I really wanted. Everything else—the reinvigoration of the characters and their world, the downpour in avenues once closed off by "cringe" and "not enough interest"—have been wonderful byproducts. I've been gassing up Sonic Movie 3 as the final step, but it's really more of a victory lap.

After realizing that, I just… don't feel the need to post so much here anymore. My self-worth and sense of morality shouldn't rely on what I do or don't type. I don't need to document every thought or choice I make and why.

The cause I've performed for since middle school no longer needs my time and energy, if it ever even did. I can just enjoy things in relative silence, and spend myself in other ways. Ways I've taken too long to get around.

Sonic Unleashed is what set me down this path. I watched it go from rejected at launch, to just divisive, to respected and beloved. I still wonder if, had it gotten a fairer chance, the current Sonic renaissance could've happened sooner.

But dwelling on that won't change anything. I'd rather dwell on how, this year, I got to scream Endless Possibility with hundreds of other people, loudly and proudly. No fear of who's watching, no need to self-sabotage. It meant the world to me.

There was a con in my area on June 23rd. I wasn't planning on doing anything that day until I heard about it. There was someone in attendance who helped me put a symbolic bow on this part of my life.

I think he did a wonderful job :)

I have one last thing to say before I go. That'll be its own post, so I can put it in the public Sonic tags.

Again, the stuff I've left hanging here will get finished eventually. But for now, this is goodbye.

Moots, followers: thank you so much. I will quite literally remember you all in therapy.

--BiolizardBoils

[quill-n]

Omg okay Ojiro is my FAVORITE CHARACTER. He is literally the best to me. He is such a NEAT character. People call him plain and everything but I absolutely love his character design and his character in general

He definitely needs more manga and screen time, I absolutely need to see him in action more.

He’s amazing, and he’s pretty much Quirkless! Okay I know he has his tail and he can control it like another limb, but it’s a MUTATION. It’s like Tokoyamis head is a mutation but dark shadow is his quirk. But Ojiro only has his tail.

Ojiro doesn’t have this big and flashy quirk that allows him to be OP, He literally gets by on pure willpower alone.

During the USJ attack he was transported to a zone with a bunch of villains and he was ALONE. And he fought ALL of them by himself!! And he basically got out of there with very minimal injuries.

He is so amazing. And he is a prime example on how you can still be a hero and not have a big flashy quirk to rely on.

Also I HC that his whole family has tails, but their tails aren’t as big and they can’t control it like he can. The only reason Ojiro is able to control his tail the way he does, is because he trained himself to do so and he built up all the muscle in it.

Anyway I could talk about Ojiro for hours.

[ID] A colored sketch of Ojiro Mashirao from BNHA. He is wearing his winter hero costume, and is sitting/leaning back while using his tail as support/kind of a makeshift chair. He's smiling with one leg crossed over the other, looking off at something to the side, off screen. [end ID]

So true bestie‼️‼️

Everything you said in that message>>>>>>

He's so much stronger than the series makes him out to be and!! he deserves the world !!!!!

He's wonderful, I love him