#this was really fun to write

[orinfucker]

12:52 AM

thinking about gortash corrupting an innocent, naïve tav. they always tried to see the good in everyone around them, even if said person wasn’t necessarily a positive influence.

enver watched as they walked into the audience hall with a welcoming smile on their face, their companions trailing behind them with less then happy expressions. the chosen spoke with a sense of faux sympathy, his words striking meaning into the adventurer stood in front of him.

gortash knew he had them wrapped around his finger before the conversation even ended, easily convincing them to hunt down orin’s netherstone for the ‘better good’ of his people. he knew your companions could see through his lies, but what did that matter? he’d just tell tav to ignore their concerns, because he obviously knew what was best for them in the end!

when he finally got his hands on them, their would be no need to convince them any further - not when his hands caressed the length of their torso, or when his cock slid into the warmth of their cunt. tav’s mind was only filled with satisfying him, believing every word that he spoke.

gortash always looked forward to hearing those little knocks on his office door, knowing it was the little adventurer coming to fulfill their needs. he knew it was morally wrong to be playing with their head like this, but how could he stop when his name sounded so delicious on their lips?

what enver loved the most, however, was how obedient tav acted around him. if he needed an errand to be run? tav would get it for him almost immediately. someone owed him money? they’d have it for him by the end of the day.

while all that was lovely, gortash’s favorite was when he asked them to tend to his more intimate needs. tav would be on their knees instantly, their jaw falling open as enver thrusted his cock down their throat, fucking into them to release his stress from the day. he could never get tired of watching them struggle to take his entire length, their cheeks stained with tears while they gagged against him.

and he could never get over the feeling of their cunt stretching open as his cock pushed into them, his name falling from their mouth like lyrics of a song. enver fucked into tav like he hated them, his dick bruising the walls of their pussy with every thrust. he would whisper small praises into tav’s ear, telling them how much of a good pet they were for taking him.

whenever tav had their doubts about gortash’s plans, he would always reassure them that there was nothing to be worried about. he was going to save baldur’s gate. he was going to rule over the city; and they’d be right by his side while he did so.

[desos-records]

Voting as Fire Extinguisher

Red Hood One-Shot

Thank you for the request!: id love to see a one shot about Jason & The Alley Homeless kids! Whatever you prefer! Just Fluff preferred [@little-snails-log]

Title makes more sense with the context of this great poem by Kyle Tran Myhre

Word Count: 1,207

CW: homelessness, swearing

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Jason crouched on a rooftop staring across the street, through the rain and the dark, at the apartment complex where he grew up. He saw the creeping mildew and crumbling plaster, the peeling paint and broken glass. After returning to Gotham, part of him sincerely hoped someone had demolished the place, razed all of Crime Alley, and leveled the Hill. He'd considered doing it himself.

Two kids, huddled in the alley next to his old building, giggled together as they played with a flashlight, their clumsy shadow puppets fighting each other on the brick wall. They didn't seem to notice the rain. No one called them in, scolding them about catching a cold or staying up past bedtime. Jason wondered when they'd eaten last, wondered if the deli on the corner still handed out old bread if you asked and if these kids knew that old Mr. Bolognetti looked scary, but would give you ten bucks and a sandwich for sweeping the floor.

And that was why he didn't. That was why he kept coming back to the Alley, kept protecting it and the people here, even though watching his past play out again killed him a little. These kids couldn't help where they'd been born, but he could help it suck a little less.

On the wall of his old apartment complex, above the same dumpster he remembered hiding in to escape the gang bangers and the cops, someone had thrown up his red bat symbol in spray paint. They were all over the neighborhood. Little cardstock signs appeared in windows with the symbol drawn in red marker. Stickers had started cropping up on the back of street signs and power boxes with his helmet on them and reading: Welcome to the Red HOOD.

He kind of wanted one for his bike.

"Shit, it's cold," one of the kids said.

"Yeah. Come on, I know a spot by—" The other kid stopped. "What the…"

Jason watched as they found the box he'd left there for them, marked with his symbol in an attempt to gain the trust of the rightfully skittish kids. It had everything he could remember wanting on the street—real coats, waterproof camping blankets, can openers, water bottles, small radios, cards for the subway, protein bars and full-size candy bars, a few school supplies, some batteries for that flashlight, and good solid backpacks to hold it all.

"Holy shit!"

He listened to their excited clamor as they dug through the box, quickly dividing it up. A smile overtook him and he didn't even try to stop it. One of the kids, older brother maybe, a little bigger and able to carry more, took more of the load.

And then he looked up, scanning the rooftops. Jason crouched down farther just on instinct, but the movement only gave him away.

The kid smiled and waved, pointing him out to the other one. Jason battled briefly with himself, but then he waved back.

"I told you he was real! I told you!"

He didn't dare get closer to them. They had enough violence in their lives. Sometimes though, sometimes he couldn't help it. 

The next night, he checked their spot again, just to see, just to be sure.

"You sure do like this alley. Trying to muscle us out?"

Jason jumped in his skin and whirled around on his heel. He'd forgotten how sneaky kids like him could be, how second-nature stealth training had been.

The kid didn't flinch, but gave a long whistle. "That's one fancy bike helmet," he said in the same wide working class Gotham accent that Jason had never been able to completely knock as Robin—and it only came back with a vengeance after he resurrected.

The other one, a little girl, stood slightly behind him with wide wondering eyes. "Do you really kill people?" she asked, all bravery and sharp curiosity and, God, she could've been his sister. He would've liked having a sister.

He knelt down to be at their level, acutely aware of his height. "Sometimes," he said.

"You kill the bad guys, right?"

"That's right."

"Could you off my English teacher then?" the boy asked. "He won't get off my ass about my spelling."

"No."

At least you're going to school, Jason thought. He'd stopped somewhere between his mom getting sick and Bruce finding him.

"You're no fun," he said, smiling.

The little girl had gotten ahold of Jason's arm and, on instinct, he lifted it to bring her almost off her toes while she giggled. "How'd you get so big?"

"Magic," he said, which only made her laugh more.

The boy's smile turned soft even as he crossed his arms, watching the little girl swing on Jason's arm like monkey bars. "What'd you come back here for anyway?" he asked. "Drop the keys to your Batmobile?"

"No. I have a motorcycle."

"Not what I asked." And there it was, the knife in his voice put there by Gotham, bright eyes lit by chemical refineries, always sharp, always watching. He could spot a lie.

"One of those bad guys is planning to hurt a lot of people on this part of the Hill," Jason said. "I'm going to stop him, but I wanted to make sure you two were safe."

The boy blew out his lips. "Don't you worry about us, boss. I know my way around."

"I'm sure you do."

"Tell him about the new shelter!" the little girl said, letting go of Jason.

Little warning bells rang sharp in his head. Sometimes shelters were just that, but like everything else in Gotham, it could just as easily be a front.

Something in his body language must have tipped the boy off. "Yeah, I thought it was bullshit too, but…" He fidgeted and got quiet. "It's named after that kid who died."

"What kid?"

"The Wayne kid, the one who was in all the papers. He was from here, you know? Folks still talk about him sometimes."

Jason didn't breathe for a moment. His heart might have stopped all over again. Bruce wouldn't—

Actually, Bruce would. And of course, he wouldn't say anything or bother telling Jason about it. Actions speaking louder than words, as always. But it wasn't like it would've killed him.

"I don't know," the boy added, shrugging in his new coat. "I thought we might give it a shot."

"Good." Jason cleared his throat and hoped his voice modulator hid most of it. "I'll check it out, just in case."

The boy nodded and scuffed his shoe against the alley gravel. Then he held his hand out for the little girl, who took it immediately. He gave a crooked sort of salute as he led her away. "Guess we'll see you around then."

The girl called over her shoulder, waving to him, "Bye! Stay out of trouble!"

Someone must have told her that a lot. Jason certainly heard it often enough growing up here. He wondered how many of the people she knew were people he'd known, people who remembered him, still talked about him. Some of them might even remember his old joke.

I am the trouble.

But now, he thought maybe he was finally the right kind of trouble.

[tomikashii]

tokyo debunker : hotarubi boys with deaf mc

refer to my masterlist for the other house versions! enjoy 💕

warning: abit of ooc (?)

subaru :

he was informed beforehand that you were deaf from haku and you were pretty surprised that he could sign to you

that was because he was in the entertainment industry, so he picked up some ASL along the way

poor baby is already soft spoken, so he will gently tap your shoulder whenever he sees you around campus to greet you

helps you order your lunch when you guys are meeting up

protective of you when you go on missions with the hotarubi ghouls! even if he feels that he is not strong enough to protect you, he will still look out for you constantly

will assist you with your classes too if you come to him for help because he knows some professors can't really do their job in explaining well 💀

haku :

it took him awhile to realise that you were deaf actually. when you guys first met, he was pretty confused on why you weren't answering his questions but you were asking him questions instead

when he realised you signing to him as you speak, he pulled out his phone to communicate with you

would ask you to teach him on how to sign basic conversations so that he can communicate with you better

very protective of you whenever you go on missions with him! he would constantly be at your side and always keeping an arm around you (this flirt)

i feel he will take advantage of your deafness to tease and scare you. the amount of times he surprised you out of nowhere (but sometimes, its really unintentional 😭)

did he stop? no he didn't. he still will tease you and scare you from time to time

zenji :

he didn't realise that you were deaf due to him being a ghost and no one could hear him aside from haku 💀

when he did find out however, took the initiative to learn sign language for you so that when you do see him, he could communicate with you

abit upset that you can't hear his biwa, but would explain to you about each melody he plays so that you can feel included 🥹

he will protect you in his own ways, even using the doll artifact to secretly follow you during missions with the other houses (so if you see the doll randomly during a mission, just know that zenji is watching out for you)

another one who randomly gives you heart attacks whenever you walk around the campus or hotarubi.. he will just randomly pop in your vision upside down and smiling gleefully with the doll in his hands

he apologises afterwards and offered to walk with you as he rambles about jiro and the other hotarubi ghouls

refer to my masterlink pinned on my blog for the other houses ! 💘

[beanghostprincess]

I really loved your hc about Sanji meeting Yassop and Usopp meeting Zeff and I start to think about like-

What about this with Zosan, Lusan and Lawsan?? This will be SO funny and perfect-

Just hear me: (and yes, this will be with our queen Trans!Fem Sanji)

Mihawk and Zoro going to a dinner with Sanji and Zeff because both want to know their child partner

Shanks going to Baratie 'cause Luffy insisted, and Sanji going too just to say a 'hello!' to her father and properly give the notice she's dating her captain (Luffy forgot to tell this to Shanks and he just discover he was knowing the father of his son's girlfriend when they already are in Baratie)

Law going because Sanji wanted him to know Zeff, and even hating to interact too much, he acepts because he knows how much this mean to her

And like, how you think they will react about the thing of Zeff eating his own FUCKING leg??

Okay, this is really funny- The chaos. Just imagine the chaos. Gonna try to put my thoughts into words (<- Literally a fucking writer. I'm just tired today don't blame me).

Please assume the OP world here is exactly the same but Mihawk and Shanks actually raised Zoro and Luffy. Somehow. Don't ask me how. They see them as their fathers. Zeff and Sanji's story is still the same because they're canonically family lmao. And also Transfem!Sanji as you said btw bc I love my princess.

─┉┈◈Zosan◈┈┉

The thing about Mihawk and Zoro going to a dinner with them is that Zoro and Sanji would try to behave but they would end up arguing in front of them anyway because that's just how they are and Mihawk and Zeff would end up talking alone about them tbh. Zeff offers Mihawk one of his best wines and Mihawk is- Well, you already know how Mihawk is. Their conversation is pretty polite but they keep drinking while the other two are in the background fighting for some meaningless bullshit like: "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GET HERE FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO, STUPID MOSSHEAD" / "OKAY SO IT'S MY FAULT THAT THE SEA IS VERY ROUGH TODAY AND THE SHIP ALMOST SINKS" / "LIAR!! I'M SURE YOU JUST GOT LOST".

And it's uhhh chaotic. But there's passion and Sanji is mad because she cares about him meeting Zeff and Zoro is frustrated but actually trying to calm down. Zeff and Mihawk are very fond of tough love and passionate couples so these two fighting just means they have strong feelings for each other. However, they end up making up and sitting down with their fathers while they tell anecdotes and try to get to know each other better. Mihawk and Zeff are intimidating af and I'm like 100% sure that Zoro would be scared of Zeff at some point bc he would look at him with that look of "If you hurt my daughter I'm killing you" and Zoro is, for once in his life, scared of a cook. Then that silly topic of "Oh, yes, I ate my own leg to save this little shit of a daughter from starving to death" comes up.

Zoro almost chokes on his food and Mihawk stares at Zeff for a while, looks down at his leg, squints his eyes at him and says: It certainly is a really admirable doing. And just out of mere curiosity, was it good-

Zeff: A little bit of seasoning and less pain would've helped

Sanji: DAD, WHAT THE FUCK

Zoro: Curly, you didn't tell me your dad was cool

Sanji: OH, YES, EXCUSE ME MOSSHEAD FOR NOT TELLING EVERYONE ABOUT MY DAD EATING HIS OWN FUCKING LEG

Mihawk: I say admirable doing because you just met her, right? I would not have done something like this for this bastard right here

Zoro: Thanks, dad

Mihawk: You're welcome I let you and Princess stay with me, don't push it

Sanji: Who's Princess?

Zoro: My sister

Sanji: YOU HAVE A SISTER?

Mihawk: Zoro, you didn't tell your girlfriend about Perona?

Zoro: I forgot

Sanji: I'm going to murder you

And basically, long story short, the night ends pretty well to Sanji's surprise. Mihawk is very nice and polite to her even if he looks pretty dark and edgy, and Sanji can't believe that man raised an idiot like her boyfriend. Then we have Zeff, who shakes Zoro's hand so hard it hurts and whispers in his ear all the atrocities he would do to him if he hurt his precious princess. Things that won't happen, of course. That's why that 'would' is there. But still, he tells him anyway. Just in case.

─┉┈◈Lusan◈┈┉

When Luffy tells Shanks to go to the Baratie together, he doesn't hesitate to say yes because who would refuse to go there? What kind of pirate would he be? Sanji is already there because she decided to go a bit earlier, so Shanks instantly assumes he's just going to have lunch with his son in a very nice place and see Zeff again after a long time. When they get to the Baratie and see that Sanji is there too, Shanks assumes Sanji just stopped by too. A coincidence. He already knows that's Zeff's daughter, btw.

But then Luffy does that thing he always does, running towards someone he loves and hugging them tightly with his legs wrapped around them. And Shanks is just like "Oh, well, that's his usual behavior and he's just greeting his cook" but then they kiss and it's uh, confusing. So Shanks asks what's going on and Sanji is all like "Please, don't tell me you didn't mention this to Shanks" and Luffy just shrugs, turns around, and says "Dad, I'm dating Sanji!" then looks at his cook again smiling and Sanji sighs: "And you obviously didn't tell him this was supposed to be a thing so our dads could talk-"

Shanks: Fuck, am I meeting your dad now? Like, actually meeting him as your boyfriend's dad? That's not- Hey, Anchor, you did not mention this.

Luffy: I'm sorry! But Zeff is reaaaaally amazing!

Shanks: I am well aware that he's amazing but you need to warn me first about this stuff.

Luffy: What? It's just dad stuff-

Shanks: I AM NOT GOOD AT DAD STUFF

Then Zeff appears and Shanks tries to act like a normal father for once (he can't. He fails. It doesn't work) and they actually end up having a pretty calm and fun dinner once he relaxes, remembering that Zeff has always been cool. Luffy is extremely clingy with Sanji, a thing that Shanks already knew but never guessed it was because of them dating. And now that he sees it from a different perspective, it is clear that they're in love, even if Sanji won't stop trying to push the kid away because he's obsessed with sitting close to her and eating food from her hands and things like that. Little shit has a more stable love life than him. That's depressing.

Their laughter and joyful voices fill the whole empty restaurant and Shanks and Zeff are already a bit drunk while Sanji is dragged by Luffy to sit on his lap. And it would be embarrassing but it's not like their dads are looking at them, too caught up in their own anecdotes and stories.

Then Shanks asks how Zeff met Sanji because he knows that's not his biological daughter. He remembers Zeff telling him about his little princess years ago when Sanji was still at the Baratie and Shanks stopped by to eat with his crew. And of course, Zeff explains what happened. Their shared dream and everything. Luffy isn't really listening because he already knows the story and is too focused on his girlfriend right now. Zeff tells them about the leg thing, and Shanks starts laughing so, so fucking loud and hysterically:

Shanks: I DID THAT TOO

Zeff: You did what, too?

Shanks: Don't you notice something missing? Perhaps on the left side of my torso? There hanging? Well- Nothing hanging, actually

Zeff: You did not-

Shanks: I did not, but I lost this useless thingy saving this bastard right here

Sanji: You said you're not good at dad stuff but that's a pretty dad thing to do, huh?

Shanks: I guess so, yeah. We have more things than I thought in common, Red Leg!

Luffy: Except for cooking. Your cooking is awful.

Shanks: My cooking is amazing, Anchor, thank you very much.

Luffy: THAT'S NOT TRUE! YOU ONLY HEATED UP WHAT MAKINO MADE FOR ME

Shanks: But I did a good job!

Anyway, they surprisingly have a very nice and warm meal together without Shanks or Luffy being as chaotic as Sanji thought they'd be. When they're heading out, Zeff just pats Luffy on the shoulder and tells him to take care of his princess and appreciate her food or else he'll make him clean the dishes again but this time for years, quite literally speaking. Shanks sees the couple holding hands when they get out of the restaurant, the redhead staying behind for a second to speak to Zeff. But Shanks is already at that point of drunkness where he starts having a breakdown and he's like "Why does my kid have a girlfriend and my husband left me?????? This is so unfair. They love each other so much, Red Leg, look at them!!!!!!!" and Zeff is like "They're young and stupid too, but they'll grow up. You still haven't. Please get out of my restaurant before you make my onions cry."

─┉┈◈Lawsan◈┈┉

Law doesn't want to meet Zeff, that much is clear. He is not good at meeting new people and even less meeting father figures because God knows he doesn't have a good memory of how his relationship with his dad ended (Rip Cora-san, we miss you). But he goes anyway because Sanji keeps insisting and saying that it's important to her, and of course, Law can't say no to her. Well, actually Sanji just tells him that if he comes with her to the Baratie, she'll wear the Soba-Mask suit (Stealth Black or whatever, Sanji refuses to say those words so-) again for him some time and Law accepts almost instantly. Fucking simp.

So they go to the Baratie and Law is dressed in a white shirt and actual, proper, and almost elegant clothes because Bepo said he needed to do it in order to give a good impression, and Law, deep down, just wants Sanji to be happy. And if getting along with her dad will do it, having to deal with this torture for a few hours is worth it.

Sanji keeps telling him not to worry about Zeff because, even if it's a big step in their relationship, her dad is just a bit scary but a good guy, after all. He will like Law once he knows how much he cares about her too! But Law isn't worried about that, he just fucking sucks at social interactions. Free the introvert from having to socialize, please, he just wants to stay with his girlfriend alone and cuddle and infodump about silly little things and comics. This is highly bad for his mental health (getting out and talking to people).

But, well, turns out Zeff is actually a great guy. Even though at first he looks at his daughter intensely and says: "Why the ex shichibukai of all people? This guy looks depressed too. Have you eaten, kid? You look like a starving man. He looks like a starving man, sweetheart. You're not dating an emo bastard who does not eat" and ends up having an argument with Sanji... He's fun to be around, once he settles for feeding Law everything he can cook. And Law isn't complaining but decides not to mention how much he hates bread because he feels that sentence will end up with him dead on the floor.

However, Sanji is the one mentioning that after a while of seeing Law forcing himself to eat bread, rolling her eyes and taking it from his hands to eat it herself. And Zeff is just like "You should've said so earlier, son! Just eat whatever you like. I feed people for them to enjoy the food, goddamnit!" and Law can only nod and keep eating.

And they actually end up getting along when they start talking more and more. Law starts actually laughing and smiling a little bit and Zeff pats him in the back from time to time whenever he mentions stuff he has done with his powers. Zeff just finds that hilarious. And Sanji is happy they're getting along, but extremely embarrassed when Zeff starts talking about her childhood (Law is enjoying every second of this). Then the topic of how Zeff met Sanji is brought up, and Sanji doesn't really want Law to hear it because she didn't tell him about the leg thing. And when he finds out, he's just...

Law: You didn't tell me your dad did that for you

Sanji: It's not something I like to explain, y'know? I kind of feel guilty to this day

Zeff: You're such a cry baby, Eggplant. I already told her countless times I chose to do that and it ended up saving us both! What's the problem?

Sanji: Shut up, old man, you don't get it!

Law: I do get it. The- Uh- Feeling guilty about your dad sacrificing himself. Without Cora-san... I wouldn't be here.

Zeff: Well, kid, I don't know what your father did, but be grateful instead of feeling guilty. I'm sure he's a nice man if he raised somebody who loves my girl this much.

Law: He was a good man, yes. The best. And- I- I do love her. A lot.

Sanji has a moment where she almost cries, but she doesn't!! (She does. She goes to the bathroom and cries).

When they have to go back to the ship, Zeff stops Law and says:

Zeff: You might need to eat more, that much is clear, kid. But you take care of her and that's good enough for me.

Law: Thank yo-

Zeff: But you also strike me as someone who would die for her and even though I do appreciate the effort because I would do the same, don't die on her, got it? And eat more. Eat what she makes, actually. And you also should check if you're celiac.

Law: I'm a doctor. I know I'm not-

Zeff: Then stop bitching around and eat bread like a man, for fuck's sake.

And, you know, Zeff might be a bit intimidating but he is, after all, a good man just like Cora was.

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

Day 29 | Biting - Liam (vampire au)

Kinktober masterlist

Gender-neutral reader (genitals not specified)

Word count: 2k

18+, mention/threat of death, biting, blood, being in a tight space, light mention of suicide (?), possessive, dry humping, minimal editing

A/n: Funnily enough I've never played Ikevamp before so I have no idea how similar this might be. Also, there's an indie otome vampire game with yandere elements on itchi.io that I love and strongly recommend. It's called Seven Bloody Nights. It only has a demo so far but the demo contains the prologue and night one for each vampire. I really love the characters and their interactions with each other. And it got me into vampires and it was my hyperfixation before Ikevil.

You took a deep breath as you stared down the castle. You wondered how long it had been abandoned. You took a deep breath. A bet was a bet. And you weren’t keen on losing this one. You said it didn’t scare you despite your friend saying it sounded like something out of a vampire story. And you were going to sneak in and grab something as proof you went.

Your head was on a swivel as the leaves crunched beneath your feet to get to the door. It was probably just the atmosphere getting to you. It was October and it was getting dark. Goosebumps rose on your skin beneath your clothes.

What if this place wasn’t abandoned? What if it belonged to some noble and you were stupid enough to think no one was living there? You took a deep breath. If someone did still live there, the door would be locked. Then you could just go home and say it wasn’t abandoned, or that there was no way in.

You came in front of the large imposing door. Your hand rested on the rough old wood.

It was now or never.

You inhaled, then exhaled as you pushed the door open.

It creaked on its hinges. Opening a little too easily. The creaking echoed from the interior, making your bones shiver.

Steeling your nerves, you slipped inside. Pulling it closed behind you on instinct, planning to leave it slightly cracked.

The leaves suddenly rustled like a river outside. A gust of wind blew inside. Tossling your hair and you stiffened at the chill. And the door slammed into you from the wind and near immediately pulled back and slammed shut. You jolted and stared at it.

It was then you noticed something you should have before.

Candles. Smoke swirling from them as if they had just been blown out. Your heart stopped. How didn’t you notice them? Were you that nervous that you didn’t notice that the candles were lit before?

You spun on your heels and tried to open the door. You yanked on the handle as hard as you could. It was stuck. You tugged again. The abrasive edges digging into your skin. C’mon. C’mon.

Your ears were on high alert, and your heartbeat was in your neck.

The back of your neck prickled and the hairs on your back stood up. You could hardly breathe as you slowly turned to look behind you.

A small, black shape rushed toward you. You jumped, and a face filled your vision. Pink hair falling around his face. Rose eyes staring intently into yours.

“AH!” You jumped back. Your hand held out in front of you to prevent him from coming any closer. “Who the fuck are you?” 

He didn’t move. His expression thick with curiosity and something else. Wonder? Shock?

“You’re human,” he finally said. The look from before suddenly disappeared and he smiled. “Do you know Will or Vic?”

“Who…?” you lowered your hand, but kept your distance.

He looked down. A dark sadness filled his eyes. “Oh no. So you ended up here by chance. That isn’t good.”

“What i- you’re scaring me.”

“Oh! Sorry. But…”

His gaze got distant, like there was something else on his mind. His eyes flickered ever so slightly. 

He was handsome. Though something seemed off, but you couldn’t figure out what it was yet.

The smile appeared on his face again. “I’m Liam. It’s nice to meet you, but you probably shouldn’t be here. It’s dangerous. You’re lucky Roger is out of town, but…”

Worry returned to his eyes and his head whipped around to look in the direction he came from. His body looked tense. He jumped and spun back around.

“You need to hide.”

You barely had time to open your mouth or protest before he grabbed your hand and took off with you. The hall flashed through your vision as you moved your legs as fast as you could to even keep up. Like he had inhumane speed. You were almost he was carrying you for part of it. 

A door opened and you were pushed inside and in the dark. The door clicked closed and your eyes adjusted. You could feel his hand on you, holding you against him. It seemed like you were in a closet. You looked up at him and his eyes were focused on the crack where the tiniest amount of light peeked in.

He put his finger over his lips and whispered in a hushed tone. He was tense. “If they find you, they’ll kill you. No one is supposed to know about us.”

Your eyes widened. He couldn’t be serious. This had to be some cruel joke.

“What?”

“I’m sorry. I guess you just had really bad luck.”

His chest was rising and falling about as much as yours. He kept looking between you and the door.

“Is anyone coming?” you said.

“I don’t think so.” He bit his lip.

Your mind was still reeling. Being pressed against him in a dark, tight space didn’t help.

“I’ll be killed?” was all you could say. You spoke as quietly as you could.

“Probably, or… maybe not. But every other person who… I don’t know. People like you’ve never…” He trailed off again.

You stared into his eyes for a moment. “And you aren’t going to turn me in?”

His gaze turned back to you. He forced a smile on his face. “I probably should, shouldn’t I?”

“Then why aren’t you?” He was helping you. But he was being so vague you had no idea what he was saving you from.

His expression turned thoughtful. “I don’t know. I guess I didn’t want to see you hurt or upset. Ah, I really am bad at this. Let’s hope they don’t hate me. I’m not making a mistake, am I? Letting you go isn’t going to ruin everything, right?”

His breathing quickened and his grip on your shoulders tightened before they flinched and loosened.He breathed in deeply and his muscles trembled.

He was panicking.

You reached up and cupped his face, hoping it would calm him down. It was cold. He froze. You reached your other hand up and held his face gently.

“Deep breaths.”

His eyes widened, but he listened. He followed your lead and took a large inhale and exhale as you guided him. He flinched a bit and turned his nose into his shoulder. It was odd, but you didn’t question it.

You gently stroked his face. It felt so soft, but the cold on his skin lingered. You kept your hand on him to try and warm him up. His eyes almost seemed to glow in the dark. He really was handsome.

You leaned in just slightly. His breath hitched, but he turned his face to you. It only seemed to draw you in closer. The way his lips were slightly parted.

In the blur of a moment, the distance had been closed. You couldn’t remember who made the move, but you were kissing him. He lunged into you to deepen it, like he was trying to consume you. Your tongue brushed against his. Your body was warm, but he still felt cold.

Two sharp points grazed your bottom lip. You gasped and pulled back a bit.

You stared and used your thumb to brush underneath his teeth. You flinched and looked closer. Two of his teeth were longer than the others.

They were sharp. And he was cold. Something clicked.

“Vampire…” you breathed.

His eyes widened and pupils sharpened into pinpoints. His muscles tensed. His lips parted as his gaze stayed locked directly onto you.

He was a vampire. He was really a vampire. Was this the end? Did he bring you all this way just so he could eat you? He already had you literally in his grasp. There wasn’t any way out.

You took deep breaths. He wasn’t moving. He was trembling.

If he wanted to kill you he could have done it a thousand times over.

Slowly, you bring your shaking hand to his shoulder, then his face and cupped his cheek again. He gasped. His eyes flickered between your hand and you.

“...Why? Why are you doing this? You should be scared.” He looked confused. And like he was about to cry.

“You were the one who looked scared. It’s okay.”

“I don’t get it. Don’t you understand?” His eyes searched yours.

“Yeah. But, you haven’t done a thing to hurt me.

His head shook lightly. “After what I… Someone like me doesn’t deserve this.”

“What if I want to?” you whispered.

The question made him pause and look you straight in the eye. He looked so vulnerable.

After a moment, his hand shook as it went to rest over top of yours. He closed his eyes and nuzzled into your hand. He breathed in and pressed his lips against it.

His eyes open again, filled with need.

“Can I kiss you again?”

You nodded.

His lips were immediately on yours again. Hungrily swallowing you up. His hand held your face close while the other held your waist. His hand rubbed up and down. Each movement felt desperate. Holding onto you like he never wanted to let you go. He pressed his whole body into you like he wanted to become one with you.

Heat flared through your body. You pressed back into him and melted into each touch. Like his need was contagious.

He pulled back. His eyes dilated as he stared at your neck. He bit his lip.

“Please. I promise I won’t bite. I’m not hungry. You just smell so good.”

“Okay. As long as you don’t kill me.”

He laughed softly. “I would kill myself if I did that.”

He buried his face into your neck. His arms wrapped around you and held you close. He inhaled deeply. You felt his lips part and he nuzzled his face into your neck. His breath ghosted over your skin.

You tilted your neck up to give him better access. His nose bumped into your jawline and pressed into your skin as he trailed back down. His lips approached your collarbone.

He panted against you and shook.

“I know I promised, but…”

“Please bite me. As long as you know you won’t take too much.”

He pulled back just a bit to look at you wide eyed. His expression melted, full of love. “Thank you. I love you so much.”

He opened his mouth. Your breath hitched as you felt his teeth graze against your skin. They pressed down and you gasped as they broke the skin. His teeth sunk into you. Heat pulsed from the area he bit.

He pulled back just as quickly as he bit. His tongue swiped across your skin where he bit, collecting the blood pooling there. He let out a moan and pressed his face further into your neck.

“You taste so good. You’re perfect.”

His hips bucked into yours. You bit your lip to hold back a moan.

He kept lightly humping and pushing into you until your back hit the wall. His arms held you tight to him. Your head fell against the wall as he bit, sucked, and humped into you.

You squeezed your eyes shut and held him tight. Your hand clamped over your mouth to keep you quiet. Tears pricked in your eyes from how good it felt. His name on your lips.

His hands rubbed all over you. He bucked faster into you. He bit hard into your neck as his hips stuttered. You just barely held back a cry.

His muscles relaxed. He looked down at himself and looked embarrassed.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you quickly assured him as you caught your own breath.

“You just felt so good.”

He hugged you close again. He nuzzled his face into your hair. His arms tightened.

“Can I keep you?” he whispered. His voice sounded so sad and desperate.

You smiled and rubbed his back. “We’ll see.”

[softercintailed]

I dunno if this was specifically to me, @bbwinprogress but!

33. How would you react if you woke up and you were 400 pounds? Honest answer is that I’d cancel everything I needed to do that day, and just spend the day revelling in it.

I want to examine every inch of me. I want to see what parts of me I can even still reach. I want to enjoy trying to take my first heavy, waddling steps and I want to feel everything jiggle as I tumble backwards and fall back into the deep crater I left in my mattress.

I so badly want to test my hunger and capacity because there’s something so so hot about imagining that in that extra hundred pounds I also gained a desperate, unquenchable appetite, and a stomach that’s used to being filled and overfilled again and again, like someone else was controlling my body for a while, and they gave in to every last gainer impulse i carry inside me.

Most of all tho, I want to enjoy how to feels to be warmly, softly enveloped in a body this massive and heavy. I’ve dreamed about it before.

400 lbs is in that size range where the sane, self-conscious part of me says “you’ll never get that big, and that’s probably for the best” and where the needy feedee part says “we’ve only just begun to gain! Isn’t this so much more like who we really are inside?” And if I woke up and I was 400 pounds, it would be really hard not to finally absolutely, completely let go

[thursdayinspace]

fic: five ways to say "I love you" (and one with words)

Fandom: The X-Files Pairing: Mulder/Scully Word count: 4.501

tagging @today-in-fic

Summary:

Just because something is unspoken, it isn't always unsaid. You just have to know what to look for.

Read here on AO3

[achubbydumpling]

I love your writing, especially when it comes to fat Bucky and/or Steve!!

What are some of your favorite weight gain tropes with them? And what's the biggest you like to see them? Bc I LOVE when they get to the point of mobility struggles and talking seriously about accommodating for immobility 🥵 so any thoughts on that, feel free to share 👀👀👀

hi! thank you so much, as slow as I am at answering them I really really really love getting asks like this (I mean who doesn't love compliments haha)

speaking of (im)mobility I gotta link two posts, one by me and one by @mylevisdontfitanymore with lots of fics about immobility:

https://www.tumblr.com/achubbydumpling/708676381409771520/whats-your-opinion-on-immobilitynearly-immobile

https://www.tumblr.com/mylevisdontfitanymore/713904301783810048/do-you-have-any-works-or-links-to-other-works-that

Now, to your questions:

What are some of your favorite weight gain tropes with them?

what isn't a favourite of mine? 😂 hm if I had to narrow it down to three probably

weight gain as a metaphor for healing from past trauma

old men finally getting to live the life of their kinkiest dreams

accidental kink discovery

(are those even weight gain tropes? 🤔)

and I usually prefer Bucky to gain (more) weight, I don't really have an explanation for this, it's just what I prefer (feel free to psychoanalyse that 😂)

And what's the biggest you like to see them?

any size at all really, fat, overweight, underweight, morbidly obese, the brain rot is in the stucky 😌😂

no I mean I don't mind as long as it's somewhat "realistic", i.e. a person of that weight has lived on earth before, idk I'm just not really into the thousands of pounds weights? I feel like at some point you can't really escalate anymore in terms of writing the experience, how does 3000lbs feel different from 1000lbs? it can be done, I've read some excellent stories before

but generally I'd say anything below 1000lbs is like a soft limit for me while reading and especially when I'm writing the story

that being said hnnng mobility struggles 🥵🥵🥵

Bc I LOVE when they get to the point of mobility struggles and talking seriously about accommodating for immobility 🥵 so any thoughts on that, feel free to share 👀👀👀

is there anything better than constantly being out of breath, being painfully aware of how fat and out of shape they are when they're just walking to the kitchen or when they're just too big to fit somewhere

I love it when immobility is constantly on the horizon, threatening to take over but for right now they can still get around, right now it's exhausting and annoying and so so so hot just to do the simplest things because of their weight and their size.

and then with Bucky and Steve I think mobility aids and accomodations would come relatively late into the process, not because Bucky doesn't want them, but because he 1) has the/a supersoldier serum so that eases some of the intense discomfort and pain and mostly reduces it to an annoyance or some things just take him longer and 2) he has a super soldier around to help out

I think some accomodations would creep in without them even noticing, like

when Bucky first moves into Steve's apartment it's still a bachelor pad, mostly Steve's decor and some furnishings SHIELD put in for Steve, one of the things they replace is the low futon style bed

they aren't even really thinking about accomodating Bucky's weight yet, but they both gravitate towards a higher bed, maybe a really nice box-spring bed?

(I honestly don't know much about beds 😅 but I like the ones that go all the way to the bottom and don't have feet or short ones because I feel like those would be less likely to break due to weight or.. shenanigans)

something that's around hip-height, that makes it easier for Bucky to get up since he doesn't have to heave himself up from such a low position

also something with a high weight limit just because hey, they're big guys even when they aren't actively gaining and getting heavier and when they're having fun in bed (feeding, stuffing, sex (in that or any order haha)) they don't want to have to worry about accidentally breaking anything

heavy-duty chairs obviously no arm rests, as hot as it is to try and squeeze his fat ass in, Bucky doesn't need that at every meal, I feel like they'd have a huge sofa, not just a three seater or something but the full thing with like ottomans and pull-out sections

heavy duty everything really though I feel like SHIELD would've added that just because they know Captain America has super strength and would probably appreciate some sturdy furniture in his apartment, someone had to furnish that apartment for Steve, I can't imagine him thawing out of the ice and heading straight to bed, bath and beyond 😂

that's furniture, what about behavioural accomodations?

Steve definitely gets Bucky whatever he asks for, no need to get up when Steve is already on his way, I love the headcanon that the serum gave Steve a serious energy boost, like he can barely sit still and even if he does his thoughts are racing instead, so yeah most of the time he's puttering around the apartment anyway and he's more than happy to get Bucky whatever he wants

whenever they go out they're quick to order an uber or use public transport, they don't walk much when they're together, Steve enjoys running, even when he gains weight I think it's a good outlet for his pent up energy, and if they want to enjoy the city, they'd rather sit in a café or on a shaded bench in a park, than walking around aimlessly just for the sake of it

(this is like 80 million head canons stacked on top of each other 😂)

Bucky with a cane enough said, actually not enough said

his joints, bones, muscles, tendons are probably a mess of scar tissue after 70 years of being the winter soldier, so I 100% support the headcanon that he struggles with chronic pain from that

his prosthesis looks heavy af which could lead to some one-sided overuse and when he takes it off, he's leaning to the other side, a cane could help with balance and

imagine he's so heavy and his thighs are so thick that he has a heavy waddle that makes him sway side to side and the cane helps him stabilize his body during every step he takes 😩😩😩

it's a clichée at this point but riding a mobility scooter while buying a shitton of food, Bucky is already pretty big at this point, like "worrying about the weight limit on those scooters"-big, even with the arm rests pushed up Bucky is squeezed in, he's definitely wider than the seat and you can see his hips and thighs hanging over the seat of the scooter from the back (Steve loves letting Bucky lead the way just to get a view of that backside 😏😂)

this is also the point where they're like "ok, we gotta seriously talk about mobility aids now" I imagine Bucky's been using the cane at least since he was below 300lbs (ooh braces too maybe to support his knee?) and the first time he used the mobility scooter was a novelty and a "I wanna feel fat"-moment, you know what I mean?

but then Bucky notices how much less exhausted he is after grocery shopping, usually he takes a short nap after and he used to think it was just mostly because of all the lights and sounds and people, just a sensory thing, but now it's like "no, carrying around all this weight is definitly a big part of it"

idk if they'd go straight for a personal mobility scooter, I feel like Bucky would maybe add a walking frame first? not a lot of moving parts and it's similar to his cane, so there's some familiarity there, it's helpful around the house but outside it's usually more of an annoyance because people won't move out of his way and the uneven pavements make it feel less stable than inside

next he might start thinking about a wheelchair, the jump to a mobility scooter feels huge, something manual feels easier to think about, he'd still have to push himself

but after trying it out Bucky has to admit that it takes a lot of strength and endurance to push himself around and he doesn't want Steve to constantly be pushing him, not because he thinks Steve wouldn't want to do it but because he also wants to look at Steve's face while they're out and about and just chatting about everything and nothing, and he'd give up a lot of freedom if he went with a manual wheelchair right now

so a mobility scooter it is

it takes Bucky another few months to actually decide, the reason it feels like such a huge step is partially because of what other people will think, Bucky has a slight exibitionist streak, but getting around in a mobility scooter will draw even more attention than he already gets

it's almost a self-proclaimed, "I'm too fat to walk", which isn't true, he can and does still walk around fine, maybe not that far or that often, but he can still do it and hell, he gets off to the thought, Steve gets off on it too, it's not like what people assume is going to be wrong

but this big investment is almost like a final nail in the coffin of his mobility, is it giving up or giving in? finally permission to stop worrying, to stop scoping restaurants and cafés for chairs that'll hold him, to start demanding people make space for him instead of jostling his walking frame or bumping into his cane

in the end Bucky doesn't regret his decision, even for a second, he gets to visit his favourite places in the city without pain, without wheezing from exhaustion, without feeling embarassed by how much space he takes up (as delicious as that shame could sometimes be when Steve talks about those moments afterwards in the bedroom)

and maybe they finally cycle back around to replacing their current bed, not because it's broken but because they're dangerously quickly approaching that heavy weight limit and maybe a bariatric bed is the next step in Bucky's journey

[justa-moth]

JRWI EXCHANGE TIME !!!!

HAPPY @jrwi-art-exchange TO @starsinoursystem !!!!! FOX CHIP FESTIVITIES FOR THE FOX CHIP GUY !!!!

[heroofshield]

Oooh if you’re taking prompts how about #5 "I can't die."

The words echoed around Shepard as they cleared the debris away from them. The Citadel was burning, whatever the Crucible had done it had been almost instant and violent. Shepard could smell the ash and smoke, coughing as it filled their nose, their lungs.

Try as they might, Shepard couldn't ignore the blood that speckled their gloves but refused to give up. "I've been through worse." they thought, pushing the rebar away from them- ignoring the spike of pain in their side at the action.

Panting from the exertion, Shepard awkwardly got to their knees and started crawling through the small tunnel that the concrete slabs had created. "I can't die. Fuck what Leviathan said." Shepard grunted, the sentence was quickly becoming their mantra to get high enough to send a distress signal to Earth.

"I can't die."

Crawling through an opening, Shepard dragged themselves to a slab and with a final grunt, hauled themselves upright-pressing a hand against the gash on their side. Closed their eyes, Shepard let their heavy breathing fill the space and tried to lower their heart rate; to slow down the bleeding and conserve what oxygen was left.

"I can't die." Shepard whispered, a tear sliding through the blood and grime as they activated the distress beacon. "I can't."

[professional-sephiroth-scrungler]

Sephiroth, 1, 5, 8, 16, 23, 26 (Angeal) please

This is really long but I hope you enjoy! 26 got a bit out of hand lol. 16, 23, and 26 under the cut.

(1) Honestly, I don’t think there’s really any canon I know with Sephiroth i outright reject. I do wholeheartedly support and believe the “Vincent is Sephiroth’s dad” theory but I accept that as of now, Hojo is his father. Even though it’s just Hojo saying that but oh well. There is also the og game guide listing him as 6’1” and i would dispute that but i think it’s been changed now to like ~6’6”. If not, he is 6’6” in my heart.

(5)His best personality trait i would say is his loyalty. Maybe not best, but that is definitely his strongest personality trait. Not taking missions that would involve killing his friends that defected, desperately trying to reach out to Genesis when he left, and so on. It’s to his detriment he is so loyal to Angeal, Genesis, and Shinra. They all betray that loyalty in some way from his perspective. Genesis and Angeal left, Angeal died, Genesis said he was an alien monster, and Shinra was lying to him his entire life about basically everything. And we all know the results of all that.

(8) He is a bottom. I will live and die on this hill. Not sure if its an unpopular opinion necessarily, but i don’t really see him written or drawn as such that often sooo

(16) He has a lot of really dark secrets he won’t admit to others or himself. One of those is that after he was told his mother died in childbirth, the nagging thought and feeling that it was HIS fault began to creep up in the back of his mind. He would never tell someone this because it would be like speaking it into being. Into reality. So he pushes that thought deep down. But it’s still there slowly eating at him.

(23)Probably rose, vanilla, leather, and some other flowers and/or citrus smells. And campfire smoke or woody scent cause i think that fits. This would probably fit more as a perfume but meh :/

(26) If Sephiroth was stuck in an elevator with Angeal, I don’t see much happening since they’re friends and both relatively chill. It’s not like with Genesis where they are constantly poking and goading each other; Genesis trying to get a rise out of Sephiroth and break his cold, stoic demeanor. Being stuck in a closed space with Angeal for some odd amount of time would be fine! That is, until that time ticks on to 30 minutes to an hour to two hours. They have work they need to be doing. Sephiroth has briefings to get to and a mountain of paperwork to get done. Angeal has drills to run with Zack and briefings for both of them. They’re both silently getting more worried and more stressed as the elevator does not move or open. Conversation died a while ago at this point since the both of them aren’t the most talkative or extroverted. That’s Genesis’s specialty. Now Sephiroth is brooding in one part of the small space, trying to get what work he can get done finished or started on his PHS and Angeal is doing the same plus almost anxious check ins with Zack to give his student something to do thrown in. Sooner or later, no more emails related to work can be answered or sent. It’s just anxious, awkward silence again. Sephiroth’s silent, almost imperceptible anxiety that only someone who knew him well would notice spurs something in Angeal to try and get a different, non work related conversation going. It’s almost the same father-like care he shows Zack in his voice. He had been noticing that Sephiroth had been getting thin again, so he brings it up gently. All he gets is a deflective “Hmph.” But he keeps talking, not unlike his lectures about dreams and honor; but definitely more quiet and caring. Angeal knows it’s because Sephiroth is stressed or binging research, neglecting himself in the process. Just before the elevator starts moving again, Angeal invites Sephiroth to dinner that evening and thankfully, he agrees.

[whims-of-insane-fandoms]

No. 6 Week Day 1 prompt: Rain | The Sun & the Moon | Fantasy AU

It is I, a writer who loves writing prompts and decided to join @restructuralcommittee 's No. 6 week because I love No. 6 so much and especially Shion and Nezumi. Enjoy this oneshot that I hope to expand on one day! I had an absolute blast writing this!

[octolingkiera]

decided to start posting the fills i made as a part of @sariphantom's Rise August prompts. got six so far. sorry the tumblr post is so late lol. i don't normally post fics to my main like this.

check out the fic on ao3 to get the full experience!!

Prompt: Day 1: Mad Dogs

Summary:

“Okay, Mad Dogz,” Raph says one day when they’re out following a mutant crime alert, “let’s roll out.”

“Still can’t believe we haven’t come up with a better name than that,” Leo gripes, rolling his eyes and following the motion with his whole body. “I mean, really. None of us are dogs, and none of us are really that mad.” He looks between each of his brothers, searching. “Right?”

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“Okay, Mad Dogz,” Raph says one day when they’re out following a mutant crime alert, “let’s roll out.”

“Still can’t believe we haven’t come up with a better name than that,” Leo gripes, rolling his eyes and following the motion with his whole body. “I mean, really. None of us are dogs, and none of us are really that mad.” He looks between each of his brothers, searching. “Right?”

“I dunno, Leo,” Mikey says, contemplative. “I am filled with a lot of rage…” He adopts a thinking pose, brow furrowed and eyes distant, hand gripping his chin.

Raph sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. He says nothing but his reaction speaks for itself.

Donnie, not bothering to look up from his phone, flaps a hand in the air dismissively. “I keep all my anger bottled up in here,” he taps his chest, “and hope one day it will just kill me. Like a normal person,” he adds, as if what he just described is unequivocally a universal experience.

Leo purses his lips and steeples his hands, holding this fingers to his mouth. “So that’s a yes to the mad, then.”

“Or it could be, like, the coo-coo for cocoa puffs type of mad!” Mikey chimes in, crossing his eyes and swirling a finger beside his ear. “Y’know, like British people say.”

“Ew,” Leo says, because that’s all that needs to be said about that.

Raph slices his hands through the air, groaning. “Alright, that’s enough!” He sighs again and crosses his arms. “It’s a cool name. I like the name. We’re keeping the name—”

“For now,” Leo cuts in, arching a brow.

“We’re keeping the name, and that’s it.” Raph turns on Leo to growl out the words, then straightens. “Now quit stalling. We got a bad guy to bust!”

“I’m just saying,” Leo says, hours later, after the bad guy is beaten, their victory Run of the Mill pizza has been consumed, and their after-victory pizza (aka, tomorrow’s lunch) has been purchased to take home. “There’s gotta be a better name out there. Something that really says who we are and what we’re about. Something that describes us. Something that makes people think of us when they hear it.”

“Oh, here we go again,” Mikey groans, slumped over on Raph’s shell as the biggest brother carries the youngest and also the stack of half a dozen pizzas. “Maybe if we just let it happen he’ll tire himself out.”

Raph’s next exhale is heavy, the burden of Atlas in his eternal torment. “Pizza Supreme, I wish.”

“Like who?” Donnie asks, unable to help himself from engaging with Leo in a verbal spar. “Who exactly are we trying to get to remember us? The bad guys? They don’t even know our names.”

“They don’t?” Mikey asks, frowning. “Well that’s rude of us.”

Donnie rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “We’re not trying to market ourselves here. We’re effectively vigilantes, moonlighting as heroes for no other reason than we can. It’s better we stay under the radar, so to speak.”

“Just a secret between us and all of New York,” Leo says with a laugh. “Face it, guys. We’re not exactly very subtle.” He gives Donnie a sideways look as he says, “Especially not when we’re in the Turtle Tank.”

Donnie gasps and glares at Leo. To anyone that doesn’t know Donnie, they might assume that he’s genuinely offended, but Leo knows his brothers better than himself—there’s no heat to Donnie’s glare, and he’s holding himself the way he does when he’s entirely at ease with himself and the situation. “Gasp! You take that back! My baby is a marvel of engineering! A masterpiece of technology! How dare you imply that she’s an eyesore!”

“You said it, not me.” Leo shrugs, feigning disinterest. “I mean really. Who drives a tank around? Especially in the city.”

“I don’t have to sit here and listen to your slander! You’re just jealous she’s better than you!” Donnie tips his nose up and crosses his arms, looking away with a huff.

“There’s nothing to be jealous of,” Leo says, shaking his head, expression full of melodrama as he flings the tails of his mask over his shoulder. “I’m already the best-looking thing in this town.”

As Leo and Donnie devolve into increasingly nonsensical arguments, Mikey pokes Raph in the temple to get his attention. “So why’d you pick that name anyway, Raph?”

Raph tilts his head away from the prodding and lets out a singular chuckle. “I dunno. I just thought it sounded cool. Tough. Somethin’ that would show that we’re heroes. Hero teams have team names.” He shrugs, nearly jostling Mikey from his perch. “That’s it.”

Mikey giggles and snuggles closer. “Well I like it,” he says, wrapping an arm around Raph’s neck in a loose hug. “Leo’s just jealous he can’t come up with anything better,” he says, whispering into Raph’s ear to avoid drawing Leo’s attention.

“Heh, well, you know Leo. He’s just gotta do everything he can to be a pain the ass,” Raph says, picking up the pace to take the lead of the group, scooping up Leo in his free arm as he overtakes him. Leo squawks and struggles, but soon resigns to his fate as Donnie snickers at him.

It’s during one of Leo’s will-they-won’t-they sleepless nights that he decides to brainstorm a few new team names. He plays around with a few options, narrowing down the elements he wants to include—namely the turtle, the ninja, the mutant, and the teenage aspects—but he just can’t make the connection work. He even writes it down, filling a whole notebook page with scratched out suggestions that don’t make the cut, but eventually he gives it up, promising himself to come back to the idea when he’s had a bit more sleep.

He never really gets to do that.

Between Draxum, the Foot, the Shredder, Big Mama, the Shredder again, adjusting to the new lair, trying and failing to adjust to the new leader thing, and then the Krang, the whole issue of their team name falls to the wayside.

It’s not until a week or so after he wakes up from his brief coma that the topic ever comes up again.

“Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,” Raph says one day, apropos of nothing, sitting beside the medbay bed Leo’s been (and will be, for the foreseeable future) laid up on. “Hell of a good team name.” He smiles and it pulls funny at the bandages still sitting over his damaged eye. “Good job, Leo.”

“I can’t take all the credit,” Leo says, immediately, instinctively. He takes a few seconds to process what’s being said to him, then shakes his head. “It wasn’t all me. We came up with it together.”

Raph chuckles and shakes his head, cradling Leo’s hand between his own. “Yeah, I guess we did.”

“Not as good as Mad Dogz though,” Leo admits, a tiny smile on his face. It lights up his eyes, despite the sallow complexion and mottled bruises. “Well,” he backtracks, shifting into a smirk as he turns his eyes away, pretending to think, “maybe not worse. Just as good. I did help come up with it, after all.”

Raph laughs, the sound coming from deep in his belly, and Leo joins in with breathy little giggles that rattle his broken ribs and irritate the cracks in his shell and plastron. It hurts but it’s the good kind of hurt; the hurt that comes from joy.

It feels nice to laugh, even if it’s about something as silly as a team name. Who really cares, in the end? Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Mad Dogz, or something else, they’re still the same people.

Mutants. Turtles. Whatever.

[catholickedd]

hey! this is the second in my series of short stories inspired by songs on my playlist. you can find the masterpost here.

this is inspired by the song autumn, by wylder.

It was getting colder. 

Not the kind of cold where you gasp and shiver and hold on to others, no, this was a soft cold. 

A gentle cold.

The kind of cold that makes you want to stay inside and eat popcorn and watch a movie. 

That was what the two of them should have been doing.

The movie would have been “The Phantom Of The Opera.’

It was a favorite of theirs.

But they were not watching Gerard Butler murder in cold blood, regretfully. They were out at the pier, watching the rain hit the sea, watching the swells gasp and roar, hearing the waves sigh against the new sand. 

There were a thousand words being screamed into the approaching gray, but not a sound passed between them. 

They simply stood. And everything was okay. 

It was quiet.

And Autumn stalked, quiet on the boardwalk, silent on the changing seas. 

                                                                       —-

It was getting colder. 

Not too cold, or they wouldn’t have decided to drive up north to the coast of Massachusetts. It had been her idea. She had always wanted to live in colder climes, but she had the warmed blood of the American south. That was why she had decided to come in early September, when the air whispered “Autumn” but never truly meant it. They’d rented a small house within walking distance from the pier, with good space for her to lay out on the floor and sketch the white sprays tossed carelessly by the waves. 

And Autumn stalked, balanced on the telephone lines, hiding in the tall fields.

                                                                  —-

It was getting colder. 

Nearing time for them to leave, but she refused to acknowledge it other than wearing a large coat. She hadn’t taken it off, although they had returned from their outing hours ago. She was pacing the living room, sketches propelled into the air by the force of her footfalls. 

“I don’t care what you meant to do! That doesn’t mean you said it any less!”

“A. A. Come on. Listen.”

“No, okay? It’s a pattern, alright? I wouldn’t have gotten so fucking mad if it were something you had only done once, okay? I think you’re the one who needs to fucking listen. And stop calling me A. You know my goddamn name.”

And the sun fell ever faster toward the reaching seas. 

And Autumn stalked, watching through the windows.

----

It was getting colder.

And of course they were watching "The Phantom of the Opera."

As the music swells, tears fell from her eyes again.

"You've seen this movie a thousand times. Why do you cry every single time?"

She was quiet for a moment.

"Okay, then."

The television went dark, and she stormed out.

And Autumn waited as it all fell into place.

----

It was colder than ever. The skies had ceased to be blue and had become a mocking gray.

And she drove home alone. Eyes dripping. Hands shaking.

And the other car lay in a ditch twenty miles from here.

And she tried to control her breathing. Tried to stop the beating of her heart.

But the setting sun flashed in her eyes, and she jerked backwards as the truck hit her straight on and sent her spinning sideways.

And Autumn was over.

[planerot]

For the headcanons thing, how about: 🧸👻🎶👽🦾💔🪢🔪💄😺😭 all for Maru. (He’s my favorite and I can’t get enough of him!)

(Thank you so much for the ask! This is going to be VERY rambly and the grammar/spelling is probably gonna be rough, but I hope you enjoy!)

🧸: I think Maru would have a pretty normal childhood. My headcanon is that one of his parents was a doctor/mechanic (The cars lore is really inconsistent if medical care providers are doctors or mechanics) and he spent a lot of time in their clinic/shop just watching them do their thing. Overtime, once he was old enough, he began to help them out and began to learn how to be a mechanic himself. Overtime, either out of boredom or actual interest, he taught himself to fix boats, planes and every other type of frame he could think of. By the time he was 18, he was just as skilled as others twice his age.

👻: Maru is terrified of failure. When you work a job where you are solely responsible for someone living or dying, messing up is a near paralyzing fear. In my headcanon, Maru was a mechanic on the set of CHoPs and a small, terrible part of him blames himself for Nick's death. He knows deep down that Nick was doomed the second he hit the ground, but there's still a small part of him that laments the fact that he might've been able to save him if he was only just a little faster, a little more prepared, a little more concentrated.

🎶: Maru enjoys country but isn't really picky. He likes to work with background noise, so he'll just listen to whatever Patch is playing over the speakers most of the time. If she isn't playing anything, he'll turn on an old radio he has and let the local stations play in the background.

👽: His weird quirk is that he sometimes sleepwalks (sleepdrives?). It's rare for him to do it now that he's an adult (I imagine it was much more common when he was a kid/teen), but when he does do it, he seems fully awake. The team has learnt ways to tell if he's awake and just a bit delirious or if he's fully dead to the world and actually sleepwalking. It was very funny the first time Dusty ran into a sleepwalking Maru after grabbing himself a midnight snack. Dusty didn't even realize Maru was sleepwalking until a very grumpy Windlifter, awoken by the noise, rolled out and shooed Maru back to his hangar.

🦾: I actually have 2 for this one! After a long career as a mechanic, Maru would probably have some chronic pain in his tines. Years of damage and abuse and the occasional self neglect have caused him to develop a consistent ache in his tines that can never be fully soothed. He has ways of taking the edge off, and it's by no means career ending, but it's still annoying. The other disability headcanon I have for Maru is that he has ADHD. This one is mostly vibes and projecting my own ADHD onto him, haha. His workspace is messy and he seems like he'd be the type to throw himself into a project for hours and hours, hyperfocusing on getting it done all in one sitting. The other PPAA members occasionally have to lure him out of his hangar for a break, otherwise he'd sit there for an entire day without eating or sleeping.

💔: Maru, Blade and Nick were VERY, VERY close. Maru, having taken formal training as a mechanic, (which I imagine is the cars universe equivalent of nursing school), has much better coping skills than Blade. (Aka he just compartmentalized to hell and back). However, questionable coping skills aside, he was never the same after Nick died. He has never admitted it to anyone but Blade, but every year, on the anniversary of Nick's death, he just lets himself break down. He'll avoid everyone all day and just let himself have a day to grieve someone he saw as one of his closest friends. The rest of the team has 0 idea why Maru suddenly locks himself in his hangar on that specific day and gets all sad, but they support him the best they can. The day after, they always do their best to make him feel loved and included, reminding him that their always there for him if he needs them.

🪢 (This emoji is broken on my computer, but I was able to figure it out on mobile): He is pretty close with his family. He does his best to visit on holidays and write them letters while he's on base. He loves his job as mechanic, but it does make him a bit sad that he has to spend so much time away from home because of it.

🔪: Maru is very scrappy. He may be small, but he has a variety of tools that would do just fine as weapons. He isn't the type to immediately jump into a fight, but if someone refuses to back down despite clear warning, then, well, it isn't his fault, is it? This is the reason he was NOT allowed to talk to Cad unsupervised. Cad was absolutely the type to say something shitty and then refuse to back down lest his poor ego be bruised. Blade, as much as he probably fantasized about it himself (and how Cad 100% deserved it), didn't want Maru to beat the shit out of the guy who controlled their budget.

💄: I like his canon vehicle design as is, so I'll give some humanized headcanons. I don't have a 100% solid idea of what he'd look like as a human, but I imagine he'd have a permanent stubble no matter how much he shaves and a very generic, short haircut. He is almost always wearing his baseball cap and the poor thing is probably FILTHY. His clothes in general are probably constantly caked in grease and whatever else has collected on the floor of his hangar. His usual attire would be a blue PPAA jumpsuit with a toolbelt looped through the belt loops. He's almost one of the shortest members of the crew (maybe only taller then a couple of the smokejumpers) and has a very rectangular body type.

😺: He doesn't mind animals, but he also isn't a massive fan of them. He finds the deere at the park nice at least, but other then that, he is very neutral on all of the wildlife.

😭: I know this one is already been apart of some other headcanons, but Nick's death by far. The members of the PPAA team who've died and had their pictures put on The Wall are also pretty traumatic, but Nick was the one he was the closest with. It especially hurt because of how it devastated Blade, Nick's death a very major part as to why Blade acts the way he acts. When Nick died, Maru not only had to piece himself back together, but he also tried his best to help Blade not emotionally implode on himself.

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(I am ~buzzing~ with ideas…. Allow me to release some)

Once Danny was an adult, he decided to join Ellie in her ‘permanent world tour’. It’s better than staying in Amity where the opinion of Phantom hasn’t gotten much better. Besides, the portal caused the veil to get weaker, allow ghost to wreak havoc where ever they want.

He’s met a lot new ghost cause of this too. Old as Mycenaean Greece to non humans who came to Earth and died there. Danny’s learnt so much from them that he’s basically a walking in Encyclopaedia.

So, Danny’s decided “fuck it.” and has it became a part-time history teacher. It’s fun! He knows the details by heart and is able to make it more fun than just droning on about the same old wars and whatever. He enjoys it, the kids enjoy it and the ghosts having their stories told!

Of course, this does cause some problems when people try to correct him. Danny’s argument? “I got them correct sources.”

And when anyone asks him how knows his sources are correct? “My source was there when it happened.”

Cue the dc world thinking that Danny’s just some immortal guy whose decided to use his immortality for good(TM)