#this whole time i thought she was a weird hyena

[ziocorvid]

Day 1 - Kachina

Sketchtember x Genshin

[b0njourbeach]

NRC LGBTQIA+ HCs

Those are only my thoughts and you can agree with them but you don't have to. We are all different and have our own visions. I'm quite willing to discuss or explain my visions - If you're being polite enough, I've got no time for drama. I will use He/Him for everyone - no matter what I have as a HC - because of the canon and it might be confusing for others (I, for one, often have to take a "Wait, why she?"-moment until I realize it's a HC.)

Riddle Rosehearts

He waits for the "right woman" that would "please his mothers wish". After meeting the students in NRC, especially Cater, he is curious and questioning his previous thought about being Cis/Het. Might find interest in all pronouns. I could also see him having to be more feminine because his mother wanted a girl (which could imply him having trouble with gender as a whole).

Ace Trappola

I think it's canon that he's not too fond of romantic love, so I do believe he'd be most comfortable seeing himslf as aromantic. As for the rest: He's your average cis male teenager who makes too many dick jokes for his lack of experience (but would consider himself as allosexual). Will throw hands and sees it as an insult if you call him a girl tho.

Deuce Spade

Like Mother, like son - Both Spades are bisexual in my eyes. Deuce used to be homophobic in his delinquent times but changed for the better (and realized that he disliked the idea of gay people because they "always look so happy"). Had multiple "What if"s regarding his gender (Including asking Mama Spade to treat him like her daughter for a bit, so Deuce could get a feeling for it) but it felt too weird, so he still identifies himself with his assigned gender (male) at birth - But doesn't mind it if people use they/them for him. Would be your average nervous Teenager when it comes to showing affection in any way and will blush brightly at the topic of naughty stuff.

Trey Clover

Didn't give it much thought ("If I like a person, I like them" type of mindset but had no particular romantic feelings before) before entering NRC - Where he had his first guy crush which rocked his world a little. Constantly questioning "Am I gay, bi or pan?", but his first and only crush doesn't really help and is actually the reason for his questioning in the first place. Hasn't come out at all and doesn't plan on it because he grew up that the genders of people in a relationship doesn't matter and his parents would support him as long as he's happy. "I was born as a guy, so I'm a guy, I guess. I don't really care if you use she/her for me. It'll be just a bit confusing for me at first" type of guy. After one of the night talks with Cater, he got curious about poly-relationships.

Cater Diamond

Many thoughts on his guy, many possibilities but this one story I have planned made me like the idea of trans-male Cater a lot (Mainly He/Him but doesn't mind They/Them). Funnily enough, I can also see Cater as genderfluid slaying person - That's what I mean when I say there's a lot of potential. Has too many trust and commitment issues to think of any type of relationship but he's still a bisexual king. If I had to describe a bisexual, it would be him. Wouldn't say no to a potential poly-relationship but is also intimidated by the idea because of his mental issues. Sees a lot of benefits in poly-relationships. I wouldn't be surprised if he had hooked up with someone before. Despite it all, he flirts as if his life depends on it (Which is, at least in jp, somewhat canon).

Leona Kingscholar

"I'm a guy" ahh male (in an unbothered way, not the toxic way. He's surprised if someone asks for his pronouns but respects the person just a tiny bit more for caring enough to ask in the first place). While I do believe it is hard for him to actually love someone to begin with, I'm convinced of Omniromantic and -sexual Leona.

Ruggie Bucchi

"My gender is whatever gets the job done." Based on irl hyenas, it isn't impossible for Ruggie to not be AMAB (The genitalia of a female hyena are very similar to those of a male. It led on multiple occasions to zoos attempting to breed two male hyenas). So if a job requires him to dress in drag and dance the hoola, Ruggie will do so. In theory bisexual but is too busy for actual relationships. Would absolutely come up with the wildest neopronuns to piss off Karens though.

Jack Howl

He definitely questioned himself as a young pup, especially after meeting Vil because he thought he might have a crush on him but he was proven wrong later on. Definitely one of the few straight guys in NRC. The more genderqueer people he meets, the more worried he gets about peoples pronouns because he used to be the type to look at a person and guess based on whatever vibes they give off. Now he doesn't know which pronouns to use, so he often uses they/them unless told otherwise (Has a non-verbal pact with Deuce to let each other know what kind of pronouns people have - if the other person knows).

Azul Ashengrotto

I'm making this based on irl male octopi and their nature of dying after having sex for the first and only time: So with that in mind, I do believe that Azul wouldn't want to be sexually active at all (That and his insecuities aboout his body would probably stop him too). I definitely picture him as a helpless romantic once he does fall for a person, though (demiromantic maybe?). Definitely ne for the males, both his gender and his potential partner. He has absolutely questioned his gender and maybe even secretly owns a floor-length dress he wears in his room when his mind wanders off to question potential genders again.

Jade Leech

I will never not talk about AroAce Jade. I could write an essay about AroAce Jade but I won't. Just yes. Could potentially be bi-gender though. Likes to mess with people "You think I'm a guy? Is this not a little too narrow minded? ... What? Oh no, I'm not a woman."

Floyd Leech

Raging homosexual. His type? "If he can rock my bottom, I'm vibing", but his potential boyfriend needs to be able to keep up with his nature. Only his boyfriend sees a rare soft and sweet side from time to time, trust. (I've seen people have the HC of Floyd being a She/Her lesbian and I personally can only see it if we're talking about genderbend Floyd but I'm not here to comment on other people's HCs. I just wanted to mention my sight on genderbend Floyd too). Is a He/Him guy but wore dresses and skirts before but only very wide ones or the type that have a deep cut in it - For free legs (It's canon that he doesn't like tight clothes, so I'm working this into the HC.)

Kalim Al-Asim

"I'm a guy but I can be your big sister too, if you want to haha!" Would absolutely dress feminine if he feels like it. Likes to dance in very fancy and wide dresses and skirts because they look pretty when you do a twirl. Also very pansexual, just wants to love.

Jamil Viper

Is used to dress up feminine because Najma makes him wear her clothes sometimes, so she can see if it looks any good. Much like Ruggie, doesn't care about gender as long as it gets the job done and has been often enough addressed as a girl (Especially if the person saw Jamil only from behind) to stop caring about pronouns. Has many reasons not to want to be in a relationship but swings both ways in theory.

Vil Schoenheit

Gender? "Yes." Did you expect anything less than all genders for THE Vil Schoenheit? Come on now. Extremely demisexual and -romantic. Clothes have no gender (his canon statement, Book 5), so he has worn all types of clothes with confidence and comfort.

Rook Hunt

Lithromantic (Basically: Attraction exists until the target of your affection likes you back). Gender doesn't matter for a partner or Rook, but "it/its" pronouns are extremely interesting to the Hunter.

Epel Felmier

Homophobic, both internal and external. "I'm a man!" but in the toxic way. I see trans-male Epel HCs (and justify his dislike of "girly" things with that) a lot and I really like them as well but the idea of this toxic cis-het white guy Epel is much more entertaining to me - Let this guy be annoying for the sake of being annoying, not everything needs an emotional reason :> He's a little fruit tho even if he denies it (I mean, he's in Pomefiore for a reason /hj).

Idia Shroud

"I don't do love, I don't do sex, I don't do gender. Do not perceive me." Tbh I dont have any particular HCs for Idia, I just go with whatever I see in media, if it works out with my interpretation of Idia ofc. I don't believe that Idia would be quick to love though (especially after Eliza).

Ortho Shroud

Again, I don't have many HCs on my own but I've seen both trans-male and trans-female Ortho HCs and I like 'em both.

Malleus Draconia

Knows he needs to bring up an heir eventually but hasn't found the right person yet. Isn't exactly sure about his own sexuality but is certain he'll know once he finds "the right person". Is a little confused by "new" genders, so he just settles with the classic He/Him for himself - Tries his best to respect Neopronouns and trans folk. Will ask a lot of questions if you come out to him as anything that is not your assigned gender - Both out of curiosity and because he doesn't want to mess up. Has been raised to be supportive through Lilia.

Lilia Vanrouge

Man, Woman, prefer not to say, Other, Croissant - It's all Lilias. You're a Non-Binary person? Lilia absorbs whatever your assigned gender at birth was. You're trans? Lilia will trade your assigned gender with whatever you identify as. It's also pretty much canon that he's bisexual, so there's that - I'm pretty sure he hesitates about relationships due to his previous experiences with Meleanor and Raverne. Has definitely made out with Baul when they were younger.

Silver

When you ask Silver what he likes, he'll tell you about his sword (the object, not a naughty reference to his genitalia). If you'll correct yourself and mean as in a person, he'll tell you that he doesn't care what the gender of his opponent in a battle is - He just hopes they'll good enough to help him learn how to improve his skills. In short: His duties and interests matter to Silver much more than something like love or sexual intercourse. (Same applies if you ask about his own gender: "I'm.. a guy? But I don't see where this matters right now.")

Sebek Zigvolt

Used to be a raging homophobe until Lilia sat him down and had a looong talk with him. "I'm not queer", proceeds to explain how overrated the concept of love is and how his duties should never be interrupted by something as trivial as romantic relationships (He doesn't get that this mindset has a lot of AroAce weight in it - which means he's queer). He's overall a little confused, but he's got the spirit. Will correct people very loudly if they misgender his friends or close ones. Will also regularly ask Lilia in the morning what kind of pronoun-day is (Lilia has considered to wear different colored bracelets, so Sebek doesn't have to ask every morning.)

[satoruswifeyyyy]

meeting suguru's family for the first time

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meeting suguru’s family for the first time was supposed to be intimidating. you had heard so much about them—his mother’s warm but sharp wit, his father’s quiet but intense presence, and his younger twin sisters- nanako and mimiko-who, according to suguru, were “born solely to make his life a living hell.” but nothing could have prepared you for the sheer chaos that unfolded the moment you walked through the door.

“there they are!” his mom greeted enthusiastically, pulling you into a hug before you could even step out of your shoes. “suguru didn’t exaggerate. you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

“mom.” suguru groaned behind you, his cheeks already turning red. “don’t scare her.”

“oh, hush,” she said, swatting at him. “she’s part of the family now. isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

you smiled, already feeling at ease. “depends on if you’re ice cream for serving dessert.”

his mom threw her head back laughing. “oh, i like her. suguru, you’re keeping this one.”

“she’s not a stray dog, mom,” suguru muttered, guiding you further into the house. “can we not make this weird within the first five minutes?”

“weird? we still have a long way to go! she still hasn't seen your baby photos."one of his sisters- probably mimiko-chimed in, grinning from ear to ear as she leaned against the wall. identical to her twin, she had the same sharp cheekbones as suguru but a mischievous glint in her eyes that promised trouble.

“oh, so we’re doing this already?” suguru sighed, dragging a hand down his face as the other twin appeared with a photo album. “you could’ve at least waited until after dinner.”

“nope,” she said, flipping open the album and holding it up for you to see. “look at this masterpiece. he looks like a baby coconut.”

you leaned in, trying not to burst into laughter at the sight of a tiny suguru with the most unfortunate bowl cut and an expression of pure betrayal. “i didn’t know i was dating a 90s boyband reject,” you teased, nudging him playfully. “why didn’t you warn me?”

“because i thought we agreed never to speak of this,” suguru grumbled, glaring at his sisters who were now cackling like hyenas. “you’re both evil.”

“evil? us?” one of them said innocently, batting her lashes. “we’re just preserving memories, nii-chan.”

his dad entered the room then, calm and composed, but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching upward in amusement. “they’ve been planning this since we heard you were coming over,” he said, offering you a handshake. “welcome to the madness. i’m surprised you’ve lasted this long with suguru.”

“hey!” suguru protested, but you squeezed his hand reassuringly.

“oh, i have my ways,” you said with a grin. “besides, he’s not too bad when he’s asleep.”

the whole family burst into laughter, and suguru groaned, burying his face in your shoulder. “why are you like this?”

“because you love me,” you said sweetly, patting his cheek.

“tragically,” he mumbled, though you didn’t miss the soft smile tugging at his lips.

dinner was no less eventful. the twins kept swapping stories of suguru’s most embarrassing moments, from the time he got stuck in a tree trying to rescue a stray cat to his middle school crush on his science teacher. his mom kept piling food onto your plate, insisting you try everything, while his dad subtly interrogated you about your future plans in the kindest way possible. suguru, meanwhile, alternated between sulking and glaring at his sisters, though he never let go of your hand under the table.

“so, how did you two meet?” his mom asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

“she insulted my taste in beverages,” suguru replied dryly. “to be fair, he was drinking something called ‘zesty platypus fizz,’” you said, grinning. “it tasted like someone carbonated a lemonade stand, added a hint of burnt toast, and then whispered the word "pineapple" over it for flavor.”

“and yet, here we are,” suguru said, squeezing your hand. “clearly, you were impressed by my charm.”

“or maybe i felt bad for you,” you teased, earning a round of laughter from everyone.

after dinner, his mom insisted on showing you more childhood photos, this time with suguru’s reluctant help. “you might as well see the whole album,” he said, flipping through pages of birthdays, vacations, and random candid shots. “just get it over with.”

“oh, look at this one!” his mom exclaimed, pointing at a picture of toddler suguru covered in cake. “he cried because we wouldn’t let him eat the candles.”

“i was two,” suguru said defensively, though his ears turned red.

you leaned into his side, smiling. “you were a cute kid.”

“i’m still cute,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“debatable,” you replied, earning a mock-offended gasp.

as the night wound down, you found yourself sitting on the couch with nanako, a fluffy white cat curled up in her lap. suguru’s mom brought out ice cream for dessert, his dad offered you tea, and the twins were still teasing suguru.

“you’re part of the family now,” his mom said warmly, placing a hand on yours. “and if suguru ever gives you trouble, you let me know. i’ll straighten him out.”

“trust me, she doesn’t need help with that,” suguru said, sitting beside you and resting his chin on your shoulder. “she’s scary enough on her own.”

“scary?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “i’m the one dating you.”

“and you’re doing a fantastic job,” he said, kissing your cheek. “just don’t get too comfortable. they’re only being nice because it’s your first visit.”

“great,” you said, laughing. “can’t wait to see what the second visit’s like.”

as chaotic and overwhelming as it was, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of belonging. suguru’s family was loud, loving, and a little eccentric, but they welcomed you with open arms. and when suguru leaned in to whisper, “thanks for putting up with all this,” you just smiled and kissed his cheek.

“i like them,” you said simply. “they explain a lot about you.”

“oh, shut up,” he muttered, but his smile said he didn’t mind.

A/N: i love writing these cutesy drabbles after writing the depressing pregnancy smaus for sooo long 😭

[theoverlookedoneedits1997]

The Pack Fashion Part One

Buffy’s ‘it was fishes’ outfit: 8/10

When I was younger, I thought this outfit was ugly. Now I know that I was obviously stupid. The coat is amazing and it's one of the few times that I can get behind the neck scarf. I also like how the bag matches to the top.

Willow’s 'we saw the zebra’s mating’ outfit: 7/10

It's fine. She looks cute and I do really like the skirt.

Xander’s ‘heimlich with stripes’ outfit: 6/10

Just another basic outfit. The shirt is only okay.

Xander’s ‘weird behaviour award’ outfit: 7/10

Dark colours suit him. I like that this outfit isn't totally out of the ordinary for Xander but still signifies a shift.

The Pack’s ‘hyena makeover’ outfits: 7/10

The same thing goes for the whole pack. We first see all of them, including Xander, in brighter clothes. It's a not-subtle way of saying something has changed.

Buffy's 'training look' outfit: 7/10

It's cute. I think this is the same top as the one she wears to fight Luke in The Harvest but in blue. Also, that jump is just amazing.

[whitegoldtower]

Nsfw below the break, I’m having another thought

Cw: genitals, masturbation, sex mention, bit of a cheeky trauma dump but no SA, dw.

Ok so this is a bit tmi but I am fully aware that as an intersex trans man, what I have, despite being 5’3 is rather ✨large✨ (especially for someone of my height) - it’s a blessing now, yeah, and is freat post T, but as a pre-t kid (like aged 13-16) the fucking thing was uncomfy (especially when made to wear typical afab underwear with a middle seam), it hurt when it grew, I COULD NOT undress in female changing rooms (the one time I did, a girl next to me made eye contact with it, I made eye contact with hers and was like “oh fuck mine doesn’t look like that” and she fully backed away from me with a mixture of what seemed like fear/disgust (thankfully she never spread rumours about it despite her being ‘popular’). Similar thing happened around age 7 with a friend in the bath (the whole stupid ‘wanna see my junk’ that curious kids do) and she moved the bubbles and was like ‘why is yours big’ 💀💀💀 BUT in short, I’m not bragging, this was a point of humiliation and trauma for me but let’s not go there. Just felt like I had to justify why I’m not like ‘oh yeah lol I’ve got a fat cock 😎😎’)

So let’s take Vesz. Also intersex and trans.

Dude is built like a brick shithouse and 2 feet taller than me, with the same hyena-physics anatomy scaling. Thus, with the shock/dismay I received from people seeing me naked and pre T as a kid and feeling ‘monstrous’ because of it…

Fucking Vesz is classed as monsterfucking, it’s a canon bhaalspawn moment and I won’t change my mind.

Shadowheart’s like “oh yeah, I’m afab, I can work with whatever he’s got- oh fuck maybe not, I’ll have to learn some shit”

^^ and that’s a real experience

Meanwhile Vesz is sat there like

“It’s a slay but I kind of hate it.” Like he (I) wishes he (I) had a full cock, not some large and awkward lump of flesh that’s neither here nor there that illicits weird reactions and looks weird/feels embarrassing when you try to get off with it

(Like I can’t just stroke the fucker slowly with my hand or gently rub it, I have to grip and pinch and violently pull at it or crush it under my palm HARD to the point where it’s nearly painful or else I can’t feel anything. This makes it very difficult for anyone other than myself to get me off and I get extremely jealous of people who can just have their partners get them off. I don’t know if this is a problem or not or even like a shared experience)

((((((Also this is why I have such a funky relationship with masochism))))))

[spinnysocks]

appreciation for @devilsrecreation's janja and kiburi swap au (post here) bc i've had SO MUCH BRAINROT over it and i want to share some thoughts :3

for kiburi

first of all and mostly importantly, HE SINGS! LIKE, A LOT! it would be so fun to hear Tonight We Strike, an already A*** song, in his voice. i wonder if the songs would be different because he and his float are crocodiles 👀

more tamka and nduli screen time! :3 they'd be way more fleshed out and we'd get kiburi calling them "fish-for-brains" all the time <3

neema taking the place of nne and tano... kiburi gets so annoyed at tamka and nduli one day that he appoints neema to second-in-command. yeah, it goes downhill 💀

i feel like nduli in this au would enhance my mjuzi au even more if it was put into this! mainly because he'd be the mjuzi to makuu (because he swaps with jasiri)

on that note, makuu taking the place of jasiri is SO FUNNY. he's got practically the exact same personality as when he becomes a respected leader in canon, but he's... cheery? compassionate? helpful? basically enough of a small difference for him to greet kion like jasiri does in canon

makuu singing Siwi Ni Sawa 😭 i want to see that so bad. this is making me wonder if makuu and the other crocodiles would be teens maybe? unless kion just makes friends with a whole ass fully grown crocodile from the outlands who happens to be friendly hgdgf

and on THAT note, makuu and kiburi replace jasiri and janja, so gay croc bfs!!! kiburi's personality is obviously slightly altered to fit janja's role but it's so funny cuz dude just has internal gay panic. him singing A New Way To Go would be fucking amazing

as i'm typing this i realised that makuu x kiburi reminds me of that Go For It, [Insert Character]! meme. kiburi's the one who has to go for it and he's surrounded by images of makuu lmao

makuu and kion having a close friendship would be so fun, it's such a cool twist from canon cuz makuu is just that little bit more compassionate. it also means he becomes leader of the outlands! now THAT would be something to see

reformed kiburi 😍 who doesn't wanna see that?? him defending makuu's leadership and everything! what a twist from canon huh

i can just imagine the scene of makuu and kiburi reaching the tree of life, it takes all of kiburi's self control not to snap at bunga when he pounces him lmao. also he'd so be scared of lightning but pretend to be chill in front of makuu adsjjdhh. i love janja and azaad's friendly rivalry in canon, would be funny to see that with kiburi because "afraid of water, cheetah?" would make so much sense since he's a croc lol

OH MY GOD I JUST REALISED WE'D GET BABY CROCS IN "THE LAKE OF REFLECTION"!!!

also i love kiburi and reirei's allyship in canon so it'd be funny to see them bicker, and they'd get a song!!

the weird twist of hodari and kinyonga being the spies for scar's army while the skinks live in the pridelands as good guys. shupavu and njano actually being friends with the lion guard is really weird but also would be fun. njano wanting to be a croc! and SINGING!!! 🥺

in general, it would just be so goddamn funny for the lion guard to deal with kiburi's attitude all the time lmao

for janja

actual asshole janja is not something i thought of before but now i'm rocking with it. he literally just hates jasiri's rule, is like "nah, fuck you, i wanna be leader!" and gets his tail kicked like an idiot /affectionate

jasiri taking makuu's place and maybe being a bad leader at first?? that'd be pretty interesting to see especially with her personality. imagine her not being trusted at the savanna summit!

her being humbled by the pridelanders saving her clan would be awesome to see, i'd really like to see her personality shifted to the point where she's cocky and disrespectful but she betters herself

a hyena mashindano between jasiri and janja 👀 damn that'd be cool

i think i like this au of jasiri a lot bc she is involved in the pridelands, and it reminds me of this post <3 which could be even more fun if inserted into this au, with makuu as leader of the outlands accepted into the summit, cause crocs are a lot more dangerous than hyenas let me tell you that. it also adds depth bc it would be personal healing for kiara, as she was attacked by outlander crocodiles in TLK 2!

i wish i could talk more about janja but kiburi is canon does not have too much depth tbh 😭 but the concept of them swapping is soooo cool. it would be so trippy for them to be swapped when they meet in Let Sleeping Crocs Lie

i'm probably gonna get even more ideas after i post this i guarantee. just a very cool au with a lotta potential!!

[zorilleerrant]

for the ask game 1 6 and 7 please!

1. the character everyone gets wrong

I mean, I'm all about old Batman, but I can see why people are doing all different kinds of mix and match with his personality. There are so many different canons to choose from. So while a lot of the time I go no he wouldn't! I still get where they're coming from. (I just ignore all the stuff where people claim he's an abusive dad and I'm good.) But that's true of a lot of characters! And usually I'm even more okay than with Batman, because I'm not so protective of them! So like... it's weird that I get really >:( about Harley Quinn.

The kinds of Harleys I'm willing to accept cover a broad range, but they've got to have a handful of really specific traits, or I just don't buy it. The most important is that she has to genuinely want, or have genuinely wanted in the past, to hurt people for fun, and think it's funny to attack people and destroy things. It's cool if she reforms! I like a good redemption arc! But if she was forced into those things, or tricked, or thought it was for the greater good somehow, I don't know, that's just not Harley to me.

Another thing is that (highly controversial) she and the Joker had to genuinely be in love, and she had to be the one pushing the relationship, especially the sexual aspects which Mr. J's just really not into, and only doing for her benefit. Toxic, yes, kind of an asshole, sure if you want, not aware of other people's feelings, absolutely, but intentionally abusive, no, that undercuts their whole villain dynamic. He has to be a good mentor or she's not a real sidekick, and she has to be a real sidekick or her arc makes no sense. They're mirrors to Batman and Robin, and so they have to have the trust, devotion, caring, and intimacy that Batman and Robin have. It's great if she gets mad at him after! But there have to be lots of good parts in there with the bad, not just Ivy covering for him or whatever.

People also have a tendency to write her dumb. And that's probably wrapped up in a whole bunch of structural bigotry and related narrative conventions, but we should remember that she was already a practicing doctor and a trained acrobat by the time she started her supervillain career. Three careers already! Ones that take a lot of study! She was an expert in not only medicine (multiple kinds, if people's inability to keep track of her degrees is any indication), kinesiology, aerodynamics, etc. but she also became an expert in explosives and various kinds of chemistry, as well as expanding her understanding of biology to create e.g. Joker Fish. She's a mastermind! She's either running the plans or letting Mr. J take point so that there's more give and take in their relationship, and neither of them keep talking over each other. She's just, you know, one of those high int low wis characters.

Because will Harley say dumbassery? You bet she will. She does not believe in reindeer. She will say 'no one could live underwater' to Aquaman's face, and then if someone repeats it back to her later, she'll say 'that's dumb, what about Aquaman?' She's thought to herself that she could bake cookies way faster if she just blasted them with a flame rifle, and then tried it, and then tried it again three months later. She'll correct your entire complicated math equation and only at the end ask what the completely imaginary element you made up is, and what does it look like, what does it even do? And also she thinks hyenas are good pets, like, generally.

She needs to love hyenas soooooo much.

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

TimKon hands down. They're SO mean to TimBer, even though they could just... not look at those fics and drawings and stuff. I mean it's a much smaller ship, canon or not! We're exactly competing with them. And the ones who do like TimBer are constantly trying to convert you to the other one being like 'oh you can ship them all together! you can ship both!' and like. I do not want to ship them all together. I do not want to ship both. I just want to have my one ship and not have other people constantly try to make it about the other ship. The TimSteph shippers aren't doing this to me!

However, I think if you're an actual professional in the comics world, it's probably DamiJon, because they legit go on social media and threaten people about their ship, so.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Two Face, I think. People want to flatten his personality so much, and then they only read him in relation to another character, and it's all about how he's Bruce's bf or Jason's dad or whatever, and it just... he's such a complex character and there's so much good canon about him and everyone wants to just be like 'let's kill the bad alter and then he'll just be nice Harvey again!' and like... leave Twoey alone, he's just doing his best in a world that's dangerous to both of them. So now whenever he appears I roll my eyes and I'm like, great, this is going to start a whole thing isn't it.

[hawkepockets]

misc auntie thoughts also 👹👹👹

her original name was amna (githzerai for “blood”) but after she lost her memories, the first person to speak to her was lae’zel, who assumed she was a normal githyanki like herself and mockingly used the term of address for an older kinswoman. best translation: auntie.

if u put a cigarette mom & frankenstein’s monster in a blender u would get this woman who is so so curious and hungry for belonging and sincerely thinks she can make up for accidentally instigating a slaughter of the tieflings by the grove druids if she just. keeps going. and replaces the absolute and her friends’ abusive patrons with a new pantheon!! a better pantheon!! of herself & her besties!! surely they won’t perpetuate the cycle. haha. well

officially she romanced minthara & gale but to me the whole final party (auntie/minthara/gale/astarion/halsin) was kind of a loose polycule like they were all weird abt each other

bad endings for all 👍 but she’s very dear to me. she tried to learn compassion

and. umm she learned enough to be deeply psychologically wounded by all the suffering her actions caused/failed to prevent. and she did have some true victories like bringing peace to the myconids, reuniting aylin & isobel and liberating the iron throne. but for the most part she continued to fuck up while her heart just bled and bled!

she learned the guilt part but not necessarily like. the foresight, intuition, empathy or self control to stop more tragedies yk

she did reject bhaal… but there just wasn’t enough time for her to grow all the way from amnesiac dark urge to full heroism. it all happened too fast

like i realized who she was & what the themes of her playthrough would b when, early on, i tried stealing the idol of sylvanus & killing kagha bc mol & zevlor had said that would help the tieflings. & instead it turned every druid hostile & precipitated a massacre of the tiefling refugees. i tried very hard to save anyone but it wasn’t possible with my level & builds, so every tiefling died and then we wiped out the druids too for what they’d done. and i was left sitting there like oh my god… she thought that was going to be helpful. she wanted the tieflings to like her. she wasn’t smart enough to find halsin first and open up new solutions to the conflict. she just did the 1 thing her instincts & lae’zel had told her she was good at so far, and what the first nice authoritative tiefling suggested, and killed someone. which killed everyone. yk!!

microcosm of the rest of the game for her. she’s a bhaalspawn in a china shop!!

even the iron throne quest… while i was still gloating abt having freed all the prisoners in a couple turns, all the gondians got themselves blown up in the steel watch foundry & auntie’s lives saved ledger went back into the red… owie

ig definitionally she is cis but she also uses & responds to it/its when referring to her bhaalspawn nature like. The Dark Urge/anma as opposed to auntie. AND SHE LOOKS LIKE A WET BABY HYENA!! and a milf at the same time.

[santajp]

Some Fursona stuff is on the website now! Though I might as well send some of it here too for fun!

https://santajp.neocities.org/chars

Battle for the Aux Cord is my main story and the main world of my fursonas, it focusing on an Earth-like planet filled with animals evolved via magic and a history tied to the gods.

Though, for the four of a vixen, jackalope, hyena, and deer, they began much lower than such things. They met first on a long Ober trip across the continent, each of the four trying to reach the same destination for their own wants. Though through the trip and many, many, stops they slowly found out that what they wanted was one another in their many ways and their many different lives. It wasn’t until a green panda appeared to save the future and corgis made plans to awake the gods that their lives changed forever…

Credits (Left) - Larkii Art Studios via Etsy

Credits (Right) - @ RainingDeer via Twitter

She is known by many roles… a student of a goddess, a friend, a hero, and- someone with an addiction to air-fryers? Jova is the leader of the four main heroines who protect the world of Astra from its many foes under its goddess, be they corgis who want to take over the multiverse, dark magic made into a being to destroy the planet itself, or invaders from whole other worlds. Each of the four heroines have made it their duty to protect what they care for by finding what they have truth in, from caring for others as well as the nature to a will to make those who misuse power be judged. In the case of Jova, her truth is one of love for life, and such truth is the emotion her goddess-given magic thrives off of, letting her use many spells to mess with someone’s senses via illusions, trances, and most especially, her telekinesis that can make temporary floating pieces of nearly invisible matter to move objects, make barriers, fly, trap others, and manipulate the very universe itself. She also has a Computer Science degree, which she herself thought was ironic given her magical talents, before she put the two into one. Jova has made the J.A.K.E (the Jazzy Amplification and Kilometer Extender), a yellow arm of metal that can magically extend with a slew of attack modifications at its end alongside a jazzy tune, the Gravity Faller, a metal sphere that can house any sort of weird illusion in it before showing such illusion on its own for a set amount of time, and last but not least, the Main Six, a magical bracelet that acts a container for six shrunken weapons and allows the user to switch between said weapons in a matter of milliseconds. Though her magnum opus is The Button... It’s like a phone to call the others with but magical!

Though, despite the nature of having matter itself as an ally, she did not always have magic and still has to learn how to better it, especially with the fact that she, as well as every magic user, only has so much Materia Potential (MP) to use, going over said limit then causing heavy damage to the body and perhaps soul of the user. Furthermore, she is still a normal girl by her own admission, one who will lore dump about Lego games and air-fryers as well as have doubts about herself. When first meeting Icetra, Rain, and Taura, she was far from any goddess, simply wanting to be away from home after actually getting the gender-affirming surgery she always wanted yet still being afraid of how others would see her. Though by being with the three, starting off as only strangers and with her slowly having come to terms with how she herself wanted to live regardless of other’s judgements, she got new friends who loved her new self for who she was and a new confidence in her own ability to live as who she wanted to be. Then, once the world needed a hero and a truth for her own power, she chose that will to live freely and happy as her one truth.

[sparklytravelmoviepersona]

Twisted truth pt 25 by @magmacartoons

“The abridged version goes like this.” T Freddy said. “I was taken to an underground lab after the guards captured me. Where Y/n and I learned about William Afton’s plan and how we can stop him. Then with the help of some other animatronics, we came back here.”

“Other animatronics? What other animatronics?” T Bonnie asked

“Oh. Just some weird clown person, a bat, a hyena, a wolf.” Y/n said “And the shadow animatronics who led here.”

“Shadow animatronics?” T Bonnie asked

“Yeah. Speaking of which, I wonder where those guys are.”

“We are still here. T Freddy and Y/n.” SF said and the other two were scared immediately

“Are they floating?” T Chica asked

“Things just keep getting weirder and weirder around here!” T Bonnie said while pulling his ears

“Yeah. They really do.” Y/n said sarcastically

“Well, thanks for the assist during the fight, guys. We really could’ve used your help there.” T Freddy said

They seemed exhausted and needed to recharge. And then they told him to lead Afton to the party room.

“So those were the animatronics you guys met?” T Chica asked

“Yeah. There’s a few others, but they’ll be here soon.” T Freddy shrugged

And then an idea popped up in the girls head

“Hey guys, I know you’ve all been through a lot, but I might know someone who can help.” Y/n said

They looked confused and realized what she meant

“Wait… you don’t mean?” T Chica asked

“Well, yes. Look, I know we already met one and I probably have a feeling there are more that look like you guys. But the whole point of this is to see if we can give them a chance. To have faith things will be better again. How can I turn them all away?” She said. “I can't.” She continued. “Cause that would be going against everything I’m trying to do. Everything we are trying to finish.”

And she walked to find them.

“Wait. Y/n. Can’t we maybe talk about this first?” T Bonnie asked

“We can talk about this later.” She argued. “Right now, we have a job to do. You with us?” She asked and they nodded and she walked away

“Um… T Freddy?”

“Yeah?”

“Is she… okay?” T Bonnie asked

“Honestly… I don’t know.” He admitted

….

“Woah! What are those? Are they animatronics like us?” T Freddy asked

And he recognized one of them

“Hey wait. That’s the animatronic that put that memory chip in my head.” He said

“So they must be the OG animatronics! The ones that came before us.” Y/n exclaimed

“That’s what we thought too.” Bonnie said

“They’ve been here this whole time?” Chica asked

“Are they..?” T Freddy asked

“No. They’re still alive. One of them activated and grabbed me. They must be on low power.” T Bonnie explained

“So… we could try recharging them. I mean, it’s worth a try.” Y/n suggested

“Are you sure that’s a good idea, Y/n? What if we power them and they turn out to be dangerous?” T Chica asked

“How about we tie them up until we know if their friendly or not. That way, they won’t be a problem if they turn out to be hostile.” T Freddy suggested

“Fair enough.” Y/n muttered

“I don’t know guy.” T Bonnie said

“Look, we get it. With everything that’s gone on, it seems risky to do anything. But I think this could work! I understand if you’re worried. These are scary times. And believe me, I’m scared too.” T Freddy said. “But William Afton needs to be stopped! So I ask you, as a friend, to help me, and trust me.”

“We trust you.” T Chica said

“And we’ll help you.” T Bonnie said

Mangle agreed as well

“Thanks guys. Now grab those charging cables and let’s get to work!” T Freddy said, feeling confident

[alwaysthesitter]

Dear Steve, This is kinda weird to write — but this can't be traced back to me or used against me in a court of law so fuck it right? You were King Steve for a reason. And it wasn't your good looks, cool hair and athleticism. It was your charm, how genuinely likeable you are. Even with all the cool guy bullshit on top you were always like, genuinely worthwhile. You have a way of making people feel special just by giving them even a second of your attention. You're funny and warm and kind. Way kinder than the rest of us, I'm pretty sure half of us are just built to be assholes from day one. Kinda sucks because it means we just drag you down and give you shit you don't deserve. Sorry by the way for laughing when you were getting shit after the whole Jonathan Byers fight thing. I admit to being a born asshole. Hence the anonymous nature of the letter. I still maintain that boys have mega cooties but I dunno, I just wanted you to know that you're kinda great? Great enough that when me and my bestie decided we should "get crushes" — a super normal and not wildly embarrassing thing to do (again there's a reason this is anonymous) — I ended up dedicating my middle school years to writing "Mrs. Harrington" in various notebooks in my best cursive and trying so hard to care about baseball. You're just the kind of guy people want to know, to be around. It's not a good party until you're there. I'm glad you broke ranks and decided to do your own thing, you're better than all of us put together and you deserve so much more than wasting your life trying to appease us hyenas would get you. Love (???????? that sounds so gross god) Big Ups? No Homo THANKS SOMEONE DO NOT LOOK FOR ME!!!!!

Well, this was a roller coaster of thoughts and emotions, and overall Steve felt genuinely confused and absolutely uncertain of who this would be from. It sounded like it had been someone from his popular crew, but maybe not. Carol? No, she was too infatuated with Tommy. Definitely a girl though, unless guys suddenly wrote 'Mrs.' in front of their name. Which, that was cute. Wasn't the first time he had heard that admittedly, but it had made him smile. And even though he had no idea who this was from, he was going to tuck it into his wallet to read when he was having a particularly bad self esteem day.

[templeofshame]

did you ever get around to fully finishing stranger things? what did you think of the ending? love hearing your Thots and Onions lol

To be honest my friend and I are waiting on the second half of the s4 finale until s5 is out.  Yeah, that's weird, but I know most of what happens and it's mostly a bumner, so we haven't felt motivated to finish after she fell asleep mid-ep, and we got into Yellowjackets instead.

I do still have opinions though...

like I think Mike sucks this season and I don't buy him and El this season; they were so cute in the beginning but now they're all performative, lies and superheroes and I'm not sure he even sees her as a person, it's Very Important that El has people who care about her as a person and not as a magical deus ex machina. I do know he's gonna say he loves her like 6 times, I'm sure he believes it, I don't buy it.

I also feel like this season has a plot about trauma/survivor's guilt (via vecna/victims) and abuse (via el and a bit max) and I'm not sure very thoughtful about what it's saying about them. Forcing El to go work with her abuser, Max grieving hers, the relationship between Max and Nancy and El and others in terms of survivor's guilt... these are super complex interesting things that get barely touched on. And with Chrissy's apparent trauma seeming relatively mundane compared to what literally every major character has been through (and I forget what Patrick's is, is his name Patrick?), vecna's choices seem kinda weak. Maybe he says something in the second half but I'd rather them have all been dealing with survivor's guilt specifically.

I felt like the guitar scene was anticlimactic and weird for how much buildup eddie the guitarist had, and the plan seemed kinda bad? I guess it's harder for me to say how things should work though because the rules of the Upside Down have substantially changed since s1, like in this Upside Down Will and Barb could've just hid in someone's house with barely any tentacles, there seem to be lots of safe places.

What else... I think Jason was more worried about people thinking Chrissy was cheating on him than Chrissy's death. I think the jock death mob has vibes of that hyena episode of Buffy, and overall I think we could have a lot less of them (I like Lucas being caught in the middle but otherwise they're uninteresting). I wish Eddie was a little less musical theatre in that first scene, it just felt like he was in a totally different show than anyone else (possibly Rent, or Glee). The issues for Nancy & Jonathan feel very contrived and the show trying to throw Steve at Nancy is just annoying. There was no logical reason for her to date him twice, let again another time. Also could've done with less Hopper torture porn, like we get that it sucks. Similarly with the bullying, it's so over the top that it took me out of things rather than really hitting me. I think I've posted already about how the characterization of Robin changed so much and while she has great lines, it doesn't feel like her (and like is it because we know she's a lesbian now that she can't be snarky coolgirl anymore and has to be dorky mess?).

The positives! Love Argyle. The scenes with Will & Mike and Will & Jonathan are lovely heartstring pulls, so well done. (Will deserves better than Mike, but he's young and stupid so). I don't overall love how separate everyone is this season but for that setup, love the whole pizza freezer thing. I love Murray, I love Joyce&Hopper (even though irl I would 100% tell her not to touch a man with that much assault history with a 10-ft pole). Lucas finally gets material to work with and his acting has gotten so good! Running Up That Hill is obviously a great song. I am biased by fic but after that initial scene, I like Eddie and his face. I love the humor.

I'm probably forgetting a lot! I'm sure I'll be bummed about how only Dustin and Wayne seem to care about Eddie's death, and how much of the season was about protecting him just to have him die anyway. I'm sure I'll be annoyed they don't kill vecna. I'm sure I'll be worried about Max.

[theveryworstthing]

So over on patreon Trevor asked for my take on the Addams Family and I grew up LOVING the Addams family movies so here we are. Instead of doing a straight up style interpretation, I decided to do a full on design challenge, using the characters as bases to make a black southern gothic Addams au. I actually drew the kids first, using the character bases of Wednesday and Pugsley to create some delightful kiddos I'm calling Sunday and Blanche. I of course then redesigned Gomez and Morticia into Carlisle and Mortesha.

The Addams have a very specific high aristocratic goth aesthetic (they've got a butler and nobody really works among other things) so in this re-imagining I wanted to go with vibes that run a little more middle class/upper middle class.  I thought it would be interesting to think about what would be considered weird and off-putting in an entirely different culture, and how being a big ol' goth is way less controversial than it used to be.

I tried to keep this short (HAHAHAHAHAHA) so I didn't spin off into an essay about villain coded families, black people in the horror genre, and normalcy as it pertains to social survival, but just...bits of that are in these designs and lore. Keep that in mind.

Also I made the kids twins because they've flip flopped in age so much in different media and also twins run in my family (i'm the daughter of one). And let's face it, I'm pulling a lot of their southern gothic traits from living as a southern goth so *shrug*.

10 thousand pounds of lore incoming loooooooooool.

The Parents

From the moment he saw her he knew that there was a 50/50 chance of him either never making it out of that swamp alive or marrying the figure that was creeping out from under the distant willow tree in a black cocktail dress. The third time she found him trussed up in one of her traps, he complimented her rope work and asked if she'd like to go out sometime after his head wound stopped bleeding.

Or while it was still bleeding.

If she was into that.

Some kids and a mysteriously burnt down Piggly Wiggly later, their love is still as strong and inescapable as a bear trap in a sink hole.

Carlisle Guillermo (now Addams through marriage but I wanted to give him two first names for a name since Gomez has two last names) makes a vaguely described living practicing ‘law’ around town. A loophole king, people come to him from miles around with contracts signed in blood, fights over chunks of hair buried in their rivals’ yard, dehydrated primate hands, memories that seemed like dreams until the evidence of their happenings became too real, and other regular Legal Items asking for counsel which he is all too happy to give. For a price. Sometimes that price is a homemade pie and sometimes it’s a million dollars, depends on who you are. Whatever you’re asked to pay it’s worth that price, and if you try to scam him out of work or he just plain doesn’t like you? Well. He knows how to twist a contract better than anything at the crossroads.

And he always gets his due.

He doesn’t just serve the local (living)humans though, there are many things that need proper legal representation in this day and age. You wouldn’t believe how many city councils try to build on sacred burial grounds even after he lets them know that his ghostly clients are totally gonna haunt the FUCK out of the ensuing shitty condos and curse their families for all eternity. At least 50% of his energy goes towards dealing with real estate bullshit.

Carl is an excitable and good natured(?) man who loves his family, cigars, dancing, and his many knife-based hobbies. People find him very charming once they get past the feeling that they’re talking to a sultry gator badly disguising itself as a human. I didn’t put a ton of deep thought into designing him, mostly I wanted to make a middle aged dude who looked like he would have been voted ‘most likely to smooch the literal devil’ in high school. Tbh he probably has, but no demonic ex’s can compare to his lovely wife~

Mortesha Addams(her name was already perfect so I just tweaked it)is a woman of many talents. A self proclaimed homemaker, she prides herself on a greenhouse full of Concerning Foliage, a beautiful wasp apiary, and a coop full of what are probably chickens that she keeps for what are probably eggs. She’s also an avid creator of the outsider art that can be seen around the estate. She has taken on the family business of selling her homemade goods in a little stall by the road just outside the swamp with her mom, and makes pretty good money doing so. A surprising amount of poison gets bought in quaint southern towns.

Speaking of poison, people who come out to the edge of the swamp to buy it are usually carrying a lot of secrets around, and Mortesha knows most of them. It’s not like she pries the truth out of people, it just so happens that many nervous hellos eventually turn into the tragic backstory power hour if she’s alone with a client for long enough. She supposes that’s just how people are. Despite the fact that the Addams are very active in the community (whether the community likes it or not) she especially, as a direct descendant of the first Addams matriarch, is seen as…Well not an outsider because the community feels A Certain Way about outsiders and despite it all the Addams are their people, but maybe something like an exception. They feel like whatever weirdness they’re hiding can’t be weirder than any given Addams, so they get a little loose with their words.

This is amusing to her, since Addams’ don’t naturally keep the kind dramatic secrets that their surface level prim and proper neighbors do. It’s much more fun to openly talk about those things.

Do they have a sadly decrepit yet terrifying grandma up in the attic? Yeah, like three. They got a tv, all the creepy porcelain dolls they could want, and they’re close to family. Where do you keep your gram-grams?

Any bodies buried on the property? Yeah some, but most are thrown to the gators.

Any creeping through the balmy summer night with ill intentions? Yeah dude, everyone loves a nice family stroll.

What about dangerous forbidden love? If an adult Addams isn’t incorporeal then they’re either queer or in a torrid romance with some person/thing mysteriously drawn to that awful swamp. Sometimes both at the same time. Most times actually.

Mortesha would know.

The current head of the Addams family is just as outgoing as her husband but a lot quieter and harder to read. She never really seems to get mad about much and always has a genteel smile for everyone whether they deserve it or not. A seven foot tall human shaped “Oh, bless your heart”. A perfectly composed Lady even when she’s, oh I dunno, burning down a Piggly Wiggly. You know. A regular southern mom. Chat her up at the hair salon for 50% off a jar of wasp honey with your next purchase of a mysterious but foreboding packet of herbs.

Designing her was pretty easy because I just drew a lankier Grace Jones and called it a day. I had some problems with her outfit simply because if we were going HARD southern gothic then she’d probably be wearing a white/cream dress with a fuller skirt but I thought keeping the silhouette and the black was more important. She’s supposed to be an anti southern gothic southern gothic character anyway. A woman who looks like she has a million secrets who is actually the most open person you could meet. For better or worse. The red hair came from a coloring error that I really ended up liking (my mom had red hair her whole childhood that only darkened up in high school so I can buy that an Addams can be naturally fire engine red) and the veil was to get more of that classic Morticia silhouette in there.

The Children

Sunday and Blanche are the twin children of Carlisle and Mortesha Addams. Some say the Addams clan got their cursed homestead when a wealthy local businessman made a deal with the devil and lost, leaving his grand mansion to his least favorite maid and cutting his losses once he realized that the swamp would do everything it could to drag the house into the water and take what was owed with its horrible curse. Others say that the family has just always squatted there and no one really cares because man, fuck that particular swamp. Have you been in there? Absolute horror show.

Anyway.

Blanche is the more outgoing sibling and quite the engineer/mad scientist in the making. He started going grey at 2 weeks old but considering he was also rocking some extra fingers, toes, and a tiny tail (he takes after his dad), his parents just put it on the 'not life threatening' pile and decided not to worry about it. He's the kind of smart that teachers find utterly infuriating, less a dog eagerly learning and obeying commands and more a hyena who keeps teaching itself how to pick locks. He has a few friends in his school's robotics club (which they honestly allowed him to make so the school could contain his... creations) but mostly hangs out with his sister exploring the swamp. They find all sorts of neat things in there! wedding rings, suspiciously lumpy garbage bags, cloaked cultists who can't read private property signs, it's an adventure every day!

Blanche is all about experimentation with his creations, his look, and his tether to this mortal coil. Is lipstick a cool thing to try? Let's find out. Can he get out of a strait jacket fast enough after being pushed into the depths of the swamp by his sister? let's find out. He's not dead yet and confused local doctors can attest to the fact that he's rarely attained more than a bad bruise so he's pretty set on continuing to kiss rattlesnakes on their cute little heads and have his sister practice her knife throwing at him until that fact changes.

Blanche is very much a country goth. Cowboy boots (customized by his mom), knife, and lighter are daily accessories. He likes to wear the crusty swamp jewelry they find (the rust adds a splash of color!) and despite appearances he does try to keep himself neat. He's just got  natural Grunge Colors and a tendency to wear clothes he likes until they fall apart. Pugsley always seemed the most modernly styled to me (which might just be because little boys clothes have been the same for a long time) so I wanted Blanche to be the most purposely fashionable Addams. Everyone else is goth by nature, but he's the only one truly familiar with goth as an alternative fashion.

I got really into designing Blanche because honestly, I find Pugsley to be the most boring member of the family. And he was hard to design! I had to mess with his vibe a lot to get him looking how I wanted. I know he's supposed to evoke an " 'evil' little boy next door who's parents never reign him in", but that's just goth Dennis The Menace.  I's 2020. We can at least go queer goth Calvin.

Sunday was much easier to design. Wednesday was my favorite as a child (of course) and I really wanted to keep the spirit of her look while adding things like billowy sleeves (it gets HOT down here), big poofy twists instead of braids, and a nice tie. She's a professional after all, been running the local pet cemetery since she was 6 and the previous groundskeeper met with an unfortunate accident after telling her that tarantulas don't have souls. Her specialty is creating beautiful naturalistic animal funerals similar to those that Maquenda (https://linktr.ee/artofmaquenda) makes, and she takes pride in creating miniature dioramas of her subjects after each burial which she uses as a kind of 3D catalog for future clients.

She really wants to try out her skills on humans one day. Well. Publicly try out her skills. Lotta random bodies float into the swamp. None of them have turned down her requests for diorama models so far. Most seem downright flattered. Plus, she usually figures out which graveyard/crime scene they floated over from and gets her parents to give them a lift back. She'll even help enact terrifying revenge from beyond the grave on whoever put them there if she's not, y'know, busy.

Besides arts, crafts, and pet based funerary arrangements, Sunday is an avid lover of archery (any ranged weapon really), books where little fantasy adventure animals die dramatic deaths, and history. She is That Kid who eagerly raises her hand when asked who Christopher Columbus was and ends up being sent out of class after 15 minutes for making 'a scene'. Her favorite party trick is just picking an item in the room and talking about how it relates to either some obscure historical figure with a buck wild life or a horrible disaster. At least one charity pancake breakfast ended with children in tears after her vivid description of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919.

Social-wise, while Wednesday is the girl that people ask to smile because they think she'd, "look so pretty", Sunday is rarely asked anything at all. People just kind of assume from her quiet nature (in between horrible history facts) that she's angry all the time and that she hates everyone. This is untrue. She hates some people but she's ambivalent to most everyone else and even downright friendly if you bother to talk to her like a person instead of a terrifying cryptid. Like, she IS a terrifying cryptid but she's also a little girl.  

That’s about it for now. One day I might do the other family members but for now I’m happy with the four I’ve redesigned. Making an au! Lurch in a family that doesn’t do butlers could be interesting. Over on patreon I put forth that he could just be Motesha’s mute little brother (similar bone structure) but Amy Crook had the nice idea of quote: “ a mysterious "cousin" that "helps around the house" whose origins are both long in the past and faintly unsettling. He's good for lifting heavy things, like that tank of propane you're about to throw into the burning Piggly Wiggly... “ which i now consider canon. Who's kid is he? How old is he? Not important. Anyone willing to commit arson with you is family.

Annnnyway.  This challenge was a lot of fun! I love indulging in AU’s.

[a-flaming-idiot]

Hey remember me? It's Smokey! I sent a weird theory idea of Michiru using her powers to shift parts of her body into dinosaurs.

Now I wanted to share this fanfiction idea I wanted to write for a BNA and I wanted to see if you have some thoughts or suggestions

Now it's basically bna but set in the post apocalyptic world where humans are dead and human's dominate the planet.

The world is similar to kipo and the wonderbeasts

Michiru and shirou are biologically related and they go around solving crimes and discover the mysteries of what happened to the old human world.

Sorry if this was hard to read english isn't my strongest language even though I come from an English speaking country.

I call it Brand New Apocalypse.

That does sound really interesting, and I'm always a big fan of more out of the ordinary fic ideas for BNA. And I like a soft crossover like this where the world is inspired by Kipo And The Age Of Wonderbeasts but not directly a crossover.

I'd definitely be interested to see how beastmen adapt to a world without humans. Like culturally I wonder if they would become more willing to spend time in their beast forms? The pressure from humans now being gone that previously created the idea of your beast form only being for aggression and fights.

Though maybe also like in KATAOW beastman form clans with closely related species since now beastmen as a whole lack their former common enemy and begin to turn on one another. Would also create a little more conflict for Michiru and Shirou who were maybe forced out of their clan. Possibly 'cause of some inter-species relations that lead a tanuki and wolf to be blood-related. (if Shirou is Michiru's father it could also be why she doesn't have a mother anymore. Or if they're siblings may be why they are separated from their parents.) Especially as they act as sort of neutrals trying to solve issues between clans. Which I imagine would while useful, take a mental and emotional toll on them, giving a good chance for hurt/comfort if that's your style.

Like for example maybe a murder mystery where a clan of wild cats is accusing a clan of hyenas of killing one of their high-ranking officials and one of the hyenas hire Shirou and Michiru to prove their clan's innocence. With it being revealed a third clan of wolves are responsible and was trying to incite conflicts between two rival clans.

Humans also could be hiding away either simply trying to survive and avoid being actually made extinct by angry beastmen. Or more sinisterly, attempting to gain the power to take back the world as they feel is their birthright.

I'd also wonder why humans disappeared? Maybe a disease that beastmen were immune to? Or even a reverse of Alan's cure that made it so humans would create beastmen children, or turn into beastmen themselves which led to the species dying out.

Overall sounds like a hell of a fun idea and I hope my random brainstorming might help you. If you do write it please tell me when you post it, I WANT TO READ IT SO MUCH!

[byulsgrease]

if you arent too busy, can you write a idol!hwasa x idol!reader, wherein they both have to practice with each other for a special stage. However on the first meeting they become starstruck and cant believe somethings are real, but soon warm up to each other?

i'm not terribly busy but this still took a while anyway oops - sorry this took so long anon! here you go :D

if anyone has requests for the other members hmu cuz I've got 2 more hyejin reqs after this one (not that I'm complaining)

"who says we can't do something on our own?"

(hwasa x idol!reader, ~1.2k words)

cw: food + alcohol mention (y'all know how it is)

I named someone Minjeong - it's not Aespa's Winter, idk anything about 4th gen gg's - 민정 is my Korean name so it's just what came to mind

"Hey, wake up. You've gotta see this. GET UP," a voice piercing through the fog of your sleep.

What a rude awakening. Your shoulders being shaken vigorously by a pair of small hands meant they belonged to none other than Minjeong, your youngest group member. You rolled over to glare menacingly at her with one eye open, trying to pull your brain out of the slumber. All you could see was the bright light of her phone shining in your eyes - a video of some kind. But then you heard the audio:

"Have you seen the clip?" asked the interviewer.

"Yes, my members and many MooMoos made sure I saw it"— Moos? Oh, it's Hwasa. WAIT. Both your eyes flew open as you sat up and snatched Jeongie's phone out of her hand to stare at the video. Your mind immediately flashed back to the interview you did last week - they asked who you most wanted to collaborate with, if there were no limitations. Your ears started to heat up at the sheer thought of the flustered mess of an answer you gave - of course you said Hwasa. Both of you debuted relatively close to each other, within a year, but never interacted much over the years. Mamamoo as a group was a force to be reckoned with, but there was just something about Hwasa specifically. You mostly just admired her unique singing voice and undeniable stage presence, and her relentless drive to always be herself in an industry constantly trying to fit women into a box.

Finally snapping out of re-living that embarrassment, your attention turned back to the phone in your hand. The interviewer must've asked her to send a message in response to you, because you couldn't believe that she was waving and saying, "How haven't we gotten to know each other better over all these years? I'd love to work with you on something sometime," curtly dipping her head in a slight bow.

"SEE? You needed to see that," Minjeong rushed to say, full of energy. "And close your mouth, your jaw's on the floor," jokingly pointing.

You side-eyed her and shut your mouth. "Is this what Loco felt like when she called him during Hyena on the Keyboard?" you wondered aloud.

"At least she's not calling you while on camera," she commented, knowing full well that you'd probably embarrass yourself again if she did. "But hey, at least she noticed you! Can I have my phone back now?" It would be a dream come true to collaborate with her, but cross-company collabs... always a pain. that couldn't be helped. The fantasy abruptly ended with demands from your rumbling stomach. Done with your what-if's, you placed the phone back in your maknae's outstretched hand to get up and make breakfast.

~~~~

With award show season rolling around, the crazy scramble of rehearsing for special live stages without leaking sets and collabs began. Checking your email that morning showed a schedule to record the backing track for a special live stage, but that was it. With who? You texted your members a screenshot, but they all told you that block of time in their schedule was empty. A solo stage? The solo mini-album you released this cycle did relatively well, the title track got a music show win, but not a multi-week chart-topper by any means. Possibilities turning over in your mind, you stepped out from your place to head to the company, totally in the dark about what was in store.

The recording studio always smelled the same along with the couches, a comfort for all the insanely long nights and crack-of-dawn early mornings over the years. With a bit of time to kill, you plopped down on one and gingerly patted the worn cushions as some kind of symbolic thank-you for supporting you (literally).

A hesitant but loud knock sent your gaze directly to the door. Watching it slowly open, you leaned forward to see who it was. Needless to say, your jaw fell to the floor again as you clapped a hand over your gaping mouth, eyes widening. Like a soldier obeying a command, you immediately stood up as straight as possible and bowed profusely at Hwasa, sporting a very similar expression on her face (which you failed to notice, your mind running a million miles a minute).

After a series of frantic bows and miscellaneous utterances to each other, she spoke. "It's nice to finally meet you," she said with calm, surveying your frenzied state. "I guess we're granting that collab wish from your interview, huh?"

The red-hot embarrassment leapt to your face. "I...I definitely made a fool of myself answering that question. And our maknae showed me your interview clip too, which was cool, but never did I think it would actually happen," you stammered. I should probably stop talking.

"Well, here I am," she half-smiled coolly. "Let's get started, I'm really looking forward to finally work with you on this," a gleam in her eye and a hint of excitement in her voice.

The studio suddenly felt a lot smaller with her in it, despite there only being your managers, the producer, and the both of you - less people than you and your members alone. Both of you remained relatively quiet the whole time, rather unsure of what to say or talk about. You watched enough MMMTV to know that all the members on their own were shyer than together, and Hwasa knew the same was true for you. But the work basically took care of itself, seamlessly taking turns in the recording booth, witnessing each other's work style and process. The both of you knew your way in front of a mic, seasoned professionals by now. Upon wrapping up, you bowed politely to each other after a quick exchange of KaTalk info, a short and sweet goodbye.

That was... anticlimactic. I mean, it's finally happening - I can't believe it. But maybe I was too idealistic about maybe creating a meaningful relationship with her outside of work... What does she think of me?

~~~~

In the days leading up to the collab stage, you kept going back and forth on whether to reach out or not, despite now being in possession of her contact info. What would you even say? Thoughts of a witty one-liner or relatable meme came to mind, but maybe she'd assume the worst - that you were clout-chasing, or something. Anxieties abuzz, your phone vibrated in your pocket. The KaTalk notification sprawled across your screen. Speak of the devil, it's her.

"Hey, awards season has me stressed. I know you must pretty busy right now too, but I somehow get off early tomorrow if you wanna grab dinner after work?" You had to reread that one. Oh, what? She's inviting me?

Trying not to be weird about responding too quickly, you typed out, "Wow, yeah, that sounds great! ^^ wait, your company doesn't care about you going out to eat during award season?"

"nah, they stopped having that kind of control over us a while ago, we are the money-maker of the company, after all 😏"

"so I guess this means they don't check your phone either ㅋㅋㅋ"

"nope :)"

You proceeded to set a time and place to meet, someplace with meat.

In the process of feasting on an inordinate amount of gopchang imbued with a splash of beer, you learned a fair amount about each other. You talked career, professional aspirations, the weird habits of your members, and more. What surprised you most was the amount of things she already knew about you, having admitted to watching some of your behind-the-scenes content after seeing your interview clip.

"Ah... I'm sorry if I came across as distant during that first recording session," she confessed, pausing to sip her beer. "I honestly didn't know what to do with myself, I felt a little star-struck."

"Oh what?? I felt the exact same, so no worries - and sorry if I came off similarly distant," you rambled back. A bit of silence fell between you, acknowledging the mutual sentiment. You spoke up after a bit, "Thanks for inviting me out tonight, I didn't realize how much I needed this."

"Thank you for making the time, I had fun getting to know you better," she articulated with a smile. "Maybe it'll make the collab stage better," she added on jokingly. You responded with a nod and expression of mutual affirmation.

~~~~

After that, messaging each other became a regular occurrence, that gopchang outing having broken the ice. Honestly, you tried your best to talk about anything besides work, but the baseline of shared understanding connected you in a way that came more naturally than it did with your non idol friends.

You stood across the way from her at the sound check for the final stage, dressed in joggers and slides. Funny to think that you'd be recording this for real in a couple hours, making eyes with the blinking red light on the cameras surrounding you. It sucks that fans wouldn't get to experience the energy and atmosphere of the performance - Hyejin alone is one thing, but adding someone else into her stage presence? Unmatched. There's nothing quite like a live performance - and while you knew everyone in the industry dealt with the consequences of the pandemic, it certainly took a toll to perform and not feel the energy from fans. But realistically, nothing you could do about it. The sound check went over smooth like butter. The stage chemistry came flowing naturally between you both, even when bare-faced and dressed in just sweats.

And when the time came for the actual filming, you both absolutely killed it, an upbeat mash-up of TWIT and your title track. At the very end came a sliver of hesitation before throwing your arms around each other with a big smile for the ending fairy, proud of the work you accomplished together, and a mental fist-pump to yourself for making friends with one of the industry's finest.

Once again walking to a restaurant that served mostly meat to celebrate, you playfully proposed, "We... should do that again sometime." A little puff of air came out her nose in amusement.

"Yeah, we should. Too bad we're gonna have to wait a whole cycle before we can release anything else together again," she sighed longingly.

"Who says we can't do something on our own?"

[skylarmoon71]

Nick Jakoby x Reader Oneshot- (Bright)

“Oink, oink over here piggy!” 

The group of men standing in the doorway made you grimace. Damn they pissed you off. Nick walked pass them with his head lowered, trying his best to ignore the rude remarks. You’d just clocked in, and this had become a regular. Their tauntings. You really wanted to body slam all four of them. But you restrained yourself. “Don’t bother with them Nick, their dick heads. “ It was no secret that they hated the male Orc. Nick was by far the sweetest man on the force, and he wasn’t even a man. Which really said something for the unit. 

“I’m used to it, it’s fine.” you frowned. He shouldn’t have to get used to it. He was just as hardworking and diligent as any other cop. You nudged his shoulder with a smile as you walked with him. “Cheer up, in a couple of hours we have that awful dinner to attend. You have worse things ahead." Nick shook his head with a shy smile. “Is that supposed to make me feel better.” 

“Not really.” with a small giggle, you met your partner. Nick headed over to Ward, and your eyes wandered, just admiring him. You had no idea why people gave him such a hard time. It’s true that Orcs sided with the enemy in the past, but that was thousands of years ago. The world had changed so much since then, apparently not in the ways you hoped. 

Nick was so misunderstood and underappreciated. He had so much to offer if he was just given a chance. Not to mention he was a total sweetheart. Pretty handsome too. The final thought erupts a blush to your cheek, one that doesn’t go unnoticed by your partner.

“What’s got you all red in the face?” Jacob, your partner raises an eyebrow, and your face gets darker. “Nothing let’s get going.” he doesn’t quite believe you, and you try to steal one last look at Nick before you have to get going, but Jacob catches the action, a smirk playing on his lips. 

“Shit I knew it!!” His yell catches the attention of everyone in a five mile radius and as the officers stare, you feel Nick’s stare follow. You cower, smacking Jacob who just waves everyone off. When their gazes have diverted, you glare at the man before you. He raises his hands defensively. “Sorry, sorry didn’t mean to cause a scene. Not everyday you discover your partner has a crush. Damn Victoria owes me twenty bucks!” 

“Y-You betted on my love life with your wife!!” 

“Umm, hell yeah I did. Why are you even surprised?” he was right, you shouldn’t have been. You just roll your eyes, and soon the both of you are headed to the squad car. Jacob is still wearing that smug grin as you jump into the vehicle. “So when are you gonna ask him out?” 

“I-I’m not!” 

“You’re kidding, you have to (Y/N)!” Jacob has always been majorly supportive, but you’re still a little anxious. Your head lowers. “Y-You don’t think it’s weird that I..I mean I don’t  care if anyone says anything but I just..I..” The way you're struggling with your words, it’s not hard for Jacob to understand. “Listen, I’d never judge you for something like that. We’re partners (Y/N), practically family now. And honestly Nick is awesome, dude brings me scones every Tuesday cause he passes at my favorite shop on his way to work. He’s a hero in my book.” He lets out a few fake sobs to get his point across and you just groan at his childishness.

“Seriously though, Nick’s a really good guy. Everyone treats him like shit, yet he comes back and tells them to be safe. If it were me, I don’t think I’d be able to handle it that well. He could easily quit, probably just become the monster everyone keeps accusing him of being. But he wakes up and he does the job, all because he loves it, he generally cares about protecting people who don’t give a shit about him. It’s inspiring to watch. There aren’t many people like left in this world (Y/N), if you find someone like that, you should do what you can to hold onto them.” His finger ran over his wedding band, a smile playing on his lips. “That’s what I did.” His smile makes your face brighten, and you nod. 

“I’ll do my best. “ 

So maybe your partner wasn’t a complete idiot. 

That afternoon when you get home, you’re on a mission. Jacob’s advice is ringing in your head. He’s right. So you’ve decided this annual police will be your best yet. You were gonna go all out. You rarely ever get dressed up, too accustomed to dark suit pants and uncomfortable belts. You wanted something to catch Nick’s attention, then maybe it would give you the confidence to finally own up to your feelings and ask the guy out. You jump into the shower. 

“Time to knock them dead. “ 

~Three hours later~

“Quit fidgeting, you look fine.” Ward smacks Nick’s hands away from the tie. He’s been messing with it for the last ten minutes, mostly out of nervousness. This is his first time he’s worn a tux. He feels a bit ridiculous, but with Ward’s assurance, he can only hope he’s pulling it off. They stand at a table making small talk, mostly Ward. 

Nick offers a word here and there. By the looks he keeps getting, he can tell that his opinion isn’t really wanted by the people there. So he busies himself with watching the other people mingling around him. Everyone looks relaxed, sipping wine, helpling themselves to food. He’s never been a fan of this. Every year they hold these little banquets to treat the new recruits and commend exemplary performances throughout the unit. It’s a fun event for the most part. But his fellow coworkers never rest with their harsh opinions. It isn’t even verbal, just by the looks he knows. 

The sound of a few whistles catches his attention. There’s a small commotion at the doorway. He vaguely makes out the edge of purple, and that’s when he notices the man that walks in. But that isn’t what captures his eyes, it’s the woman he’s escorting on his arm. 

Golden orbs widen, and his ears twitch a bit too quickly. He wants to control it, but it’s hard, because the smile that lands in his direction knocks the wind right out of him. “Wow, your girlfriend cleans up nice.” Ward whispers. 

“S-She’s not my girlfriend.” he grumbles back. Now that you’re clear in his view, he can fully admire your dress. It’s a velvet luxe maxi dress. The color is a beautiful lavender. Thin straps at the shoulder, low cut displaying just enough cleavage. And a slit that stops mid thigh, with matching heels to complete the whole look. Your hair is loose, and a very light amount of makeup, highlighting your features. Nick thought you were gorgeous before, but somehow you’ve outdone yourself. He can’t look away, and he really should before you take notice.You settle at a table not too far from him, pulling the focus of a few males present there. With polite smiles and little words, Nick feels a bit envious. 

“Now’s your chance hotshot. Ask her out before one of those hyenas beat you to it.” Nick wants to convince Ward that it’s useless, there’s no way you’d go for someone like him. You’re completely different in every sense of the word. He doesn’t have a chance. As he opens his mouth he’s about to lay out his case, but a sweet lavender scent fills his nostrils, and he wants to question the origin, just then he feels a light tap on his shoulder. He turns, and the heavenly aroma hits him tenfold. Somehow you’ve walked over without him realizing. He’s supposed to be more aware, he’s a cop after all. Your glossed lips turn into a smile as you bat your eyes. 

“Nick..do you wanna maybe dance?” 

The slow sound filling the room, doubled with the couples now filling up the floor catches his eyes. He’s tongue tied, because you can’t really be asking him. Out of all the guys there, why him? Yes, the both of you have been friends for months now, but he’s sort of assumed your kindness was due to pity more than anything else. 

You're still watching him hopefully, and Ward gives an encouraging push. He stumbles, grabbing your shoulders lightly. When he’s steadied himself, he pulls back. “He’d love to.” Ward says. Nick doesn’t get a chance to put in a word for himself, because you smile, taking his hand and pulling him to the center of the dance floor. Nick is staggering behind, trying not to knock into anyone. When you get to your desired area, you turn back to him. Nick is stiff, the both of you are just standing there, a number of eyes on you. “I-I should probably just go, everyone is staring and I’d hate to make you uncomfortable.” 

“I’m not uncomfortable.” His eyes lift, and the way you look at him, it makes his heart hammer. What has he done to deserve your kindness, he has no idea. 

Deciding that you need to be the one to make a move, you take his hands and place them around your waist as you step closer. You can feel the slight tremble in his palms that are pressed to your body now. It’s so adorable. He’s still stiff as a board, but you know he’s trying. He’s probably so touch starved. It hurts to just think about it. Your hands are resting on his chest lightly, and you sigh, swaying with the music. Nick swallows, he’s a bit taller than you, and he’s trying his best not to look down directly at you. With you so close it’s hard for him not to pass out at how amazing you smell. Your hands slide up, going around his neck. His eyes finally meet yours, and the meaning in your eyes, it triggers something in him. “Nick..” you’re whispering, and it breaks his train of thought. “Yeah.” you lick your lips, and he wishes he could just kiss those plump lips. They are begging to be touched.  

“Do you possibly want to-” a hand pulling you from the Orc in your arms makes you jerk. Nick looks just as surprised. The officer standing between the both of you, suddenly it makes sense, and you're pissed. “Run along pig face, she’s tired of you.” Pollard rests a hand on your waist, pulling you into his side, and you shove him back. “You’re the one who’s interrupting, what the hell we were dancing!!” you're enraged. Not only has he messed up your plan to finally ask Nick out, but he’s also insulted him. Nick can see the displeasure on your face, and he’s about to suggest that maybe you leave. The last thing he wants is for you to get caught in the middle of this. He could take Pollard’s insults any day. But he doesn’t want any negative attention drawn to you. 

“Come on you don’t have to give anymore charity, we all know why you do this. You feel bad for little piggy here. Don’t waste your evening on him, how about you come with me. Have some real fun.” It’s almost laughable that he thinks you’ll drop everything and just run off with him. Nick now looks less sure of himself, a bit defeated. It’s then you realize that he must have assumed the same. You’re being nice out of some foolish obligation. You open your mouth to assure him, but stop. This time, words may not be enough. It’s time to take action. So with two swift strides you grab Nick by the lapels of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss. Pollard gapes, and Nick is tense and wide eyed. 

“I’m dreaming…” He has to be. You couldn’t be..kissing him. Your eyes are closed, and you still have a firm hold on his clothing. A few more seconds pass and you pull back slowly. Your eyes move from Nick’s soft lips, to his topaz eyes. The bewildered expression is highly anticipated. 

“If you’ll excuse us, we have business to attend to.” you take Nick’s hand, leaving a stunned Pollard, and a few surprised officers. You don’t even look back, you do however pass Jacob on your way out of the building. He’s grinning probably wider than you. When the door snaps shut behind you and you're free of the intrusive stares, you look at Nick. He’s still in a mid state of shock. “I’m sorry..” you mutter. 

Now that the events play back, you’re bashful. You didn’t even get to ask him out. Nick collects himself slowly, shaking his head. “N-No it’s fine.” An awkward silence follows. You want to say something to cut the tension, but Nick interrupts. “I should take you home.” He doesn't look at you when he says that, and now you're a bit scared that you’ve crossed a line and misread all the signs. Self conscious and mortified, you just nod. Nick’s car is parked close, as he opens the door, you jump inside. He does the same, pulling off. 

The ride is anything but pleasant. It’s so quiet you can hear a pin drop. Nick is staring ahead, and the look he wears is unreadable. 

“I ruined everything.” You should have never done that, especially since you weren’t even sure of any feelings. He must be completely disgusted with you. You're thankful that the ride isn’t long, because in a few minutes he pulls up. You don’t make any kind of eye contact, just whisper a thanks, opening the door and stepping out. 

You want to cry, how did the night turn so horrible that quickly. As you close the vehicle door, you all but sprint to your house, taking out your keys and opening your front door. You don’t even bid him goodbye, you just focus on getting inside. You do, stepping in and leaning back as you shut the door. “Idiot!” you scold yourself. “I’m an idiot..” you bite your lip. How would you ever face him again. 

The knock at your door makes you jump, and you turn, opening the door hesitantly. You peek outside, a bit surprised. “N-Nick..” He’s staring at you, maybe wanting answers for all that happened. You step back, letting him inside. He’s the one that closes the door this time. 

“Why did you kiss me?” Blunt, to the point. From the look, you know he’s just as conflicted by all of this as you. Now might be your last chance. You’ve already kissed him, what was the harm in telling him the truth. It might help you both.

“Because I..It’s what I’ve wanted to do for months now. “ you confess. His forehead creases in astonishment. “Nick I’ve..I’ve had it bad for you for so long and it makes my blood boil every time I hear the way they talk to you! You’re so caring and selfless and goddamn hot to me and I wish everyone could see how amazing you are if they’d just give you an opportunity.” you’re rambling, but you don’t care. “That jackass Pollard ruined everything I had this whole night planned out, I was gonna wow you with this dress and then finally ask you out but then he came with his false macho bullshit and it just pissed me off and that’s why I grabbed you like that to show him that this isn’t some charity I actually am crazy about you and I..” you heave, for a minute there you forgot you should breathe. “I’m so crazy about you Nick.” 

He’s still just standing there, and now you’ve given him a chance to speak. From his expression, he doesn’t know what to say. You were so out of his league. 

“I don’t understand why you would..why..” that self conscious  look, you’ve seen it many times. 

“Nick, I want you.” he stops, eyes opening a bit wider now. “I’m tired of you being so hard on yourself. You have nothing to be ashamed of.  “ you take a step forward, and he doesn’t move a muscle. “Truthfully, when I saw you earlier in this tux, I almost passed out. “ your hands reach out, going back to where they had been before Pollard stepped in. Resting right on his broad shoulders. Another thing about him that made you swoon was his build. He was nicely muscular. It just messed you up. He needs a moment to gather his breath. “Nick do you..want me?” 

“Of course!” his shout, as unexpected as it is, it makes you smile. He looks away at how desperate it sounded. “That’s good..” you don’t clarify, just lean in, and this time when your lips meet, he still doesn’t really prepare. It’s so tender, almost tentative. When he finally convinces his mind that it’s real, his hands wrap around your body, pulling you in. You sigh, and Nick responds, returning the kiss. Your head is in the clouds, You feel like you’re dreaming, if that’s the case you want to stay forever. You open your mouth, urging him to do the same, he does, taking control. 

You moan when he pushes you up against the door, now kissing you hungrily. One of his hands drift down to your bare thigh, and another needy sound releases. You can’t stop it and you don’t want to. His free hand presses to the door, and your hands grip at the clothes on his back. You’re trying to pull him forward, and he complies, pressing into you. It feels so great, his firm body trapping you there. There’s a low growl that comes from Nick, and somehow you’re even more turned on. Your hands have ventured back to the front of his tux, unbuttoning it quickly. It falls open and your fingers slip under the jacket, reveling in the taunt muscles. 

Gosh does he feel amazing. Nick feels you start to pull at the shirt, he forces himself to part. When you’ve separated, you’re both flushed and panting. Nick still believes maybe he’s at home sleeping somehow. The new scent that fills the air nearly makes his knees buckle. Your lust is so prominent, he can almost taste it. Your chest is still heaving, but you're slowly coming down from your high, so is Nick. It’s then you realize what was about to happen if not for Nick’s pause. You feel a bit embarrassed now. You hug yourself, blushing a deep red. 

“S-Sorry, guess I kind of got a bit crazy..” Nick smiles. “You don’t have to apologize.” He’d be stupid to make you feel bad about such a thing. He was just as equally responsible. Fact is, it took everything in him to stop himself. As much as he wants this to progress, he also wants more than just a heated night with you. He wants so much more. 

“(Y/N), I’d..really like to take you out sometime..” he mumbles it, still fairly insecure about it all. The way your eyes light up though, his fears are all gone. You don’t respond, and he doesn’t need one because you jump into his arms, pressing a kiss to his cheek, grinning like a child on Christmas.

“You don’t even have to ask, it’s a yes.” you  whisper in his ear. He holds you close, breathing in your scent. He wants to lock that away forever. He wants this to last forever. For now though, just being with you now, it’s enough.