#tho about the same size a backpack but

[miss-floral-thief]

i should’ve brought my backpack

[foodiegoogie]

what friends are for

sirius black x fem!reader ✮ 3.95k summary: you’re an overthinker at its finest; sirius is an overdoer when it comes to saving you from you and your thoughts. cw/tags: no use of y/n, highschool!au, biker!sirius (mentioned), too long for its own good,, nothing too heavy <3 also the teachers r still called professors here bcoz yes !

note: DAMN FINALLY ive finished this 😭 tho its still a little too long for my taste .. i am kinda proud of this :> this was a recycled thoma request, but since i kind of serve to the marauders audience now,, i decided to give it to sirius 🥰 happy reading! 🫶🏼

Having an overly active brain was both a blessing, and a curse. You loved your creativity and intelligence, and they definitely showed in your report cards. What you didn't like was how often you thought about simple, small matters, and then thought about it some more, and then some more after that. You were an overthinker at its finest. Everyone who knew you well enough would agree that you were a non-stop thinking machine, and they all hoped you would cut yourself some slack and give yourself a break.

“That’s easier said than done,” you’d say to them. Oh, what you wouldn't give to stop being a self-sufficient, but also self-pitying brainiac! 

But, as they all say, old habits die hard. That is why here you are, in class, watching your teacher collect your test papers and slowly getting into the routine of asking yourself the questions—the what-ifs, did-Is, and the like. 

You were bouncing your leg up and down restlessly while chewing on your bottom lip, looking very deep in thought, when you felt something hit your head lightly. A crumpled ball of paper landed in your point of view, breaking you out of the trance from overthinking. Picking it up, you opened it and smoothed it out to see what was written inside. 

You look like you just murdered someone and are now burdened by your guilty conscience.

Despite your sour mood, you managed to let out a snort and a soft smile after reading the line. You could recognize the flawlessly cursive handwriting anywhere; it belonged to your good friend, Sirius Black. And knowing him, you knew better than to come up with a snarky reply and retaliate. Getting caught chit chatting with someone like him during class hours could land you in detention, especially now that the teacher inside your classroom was the one and only Physics Terror, Professor McGonagall.

So, you crumple the piece of paper back into its ball shape, and stuff it into your backpack. A few seconds later, you feel something hit your head again. The culprit? Yet another crumpled ball of paper, now sitting on your desk. Letting curiosity get the best of you, you open it up and read what's written.

Ok, rude? Guess you can forget about getting my help cuz I know a good place to bury a body :)

Softly chuckling to yourself, you shook your head and wondered why you were even friends with someone as bizarre as Sirius while you put the crumpled paper in your bag. For a while, you didn’t feel anything light hit your head like you expected. But just as you were about to spiral into another endless stream of self-doubt, you were hit again with a crumpled ball of paper. 

Slowly, you turned around in your seat to glare at Sirius. You meet his eyes doing the same thing, and then gesturing impatiently at you to open the piece of paper he just threw at you. You stuck your tongue out at him out of spite before finally opening the piece of paper.

Y R U NOT TAKING ME SERIOUSLY?!

The sentence was written in bold black letters, underlined a bunch of times, and the punctuation marks at the end were twice the size of the letters. Having read the ridiculous note, you let out what might have been the loudest cackle you have ever let out in your highschool life.

You hear your name called out loudly by Professor McGonagall, in a stern tone that could only mean one thing for you. It felt absolutely mortifying to have your classmates' eyes on you, seeing their pity and amusement appear on their faces. 

"You'll be seeing Mr. Filch for detention after class," She said, zeroing in on you with her piercing glare. If looks could kill, you'd have been dead in your seat by now, and Sirius could use his knowledge of good places to bury dead bodies so he could bury yours. "I hope you'll learn your lesson in your time with him." 

"I will, Professor," You replied, the embarrassment reflecting in your voice.  Great—not only were you unsure about your grade for this class, but now you had one more thing to be worried about, as well as overthink about.

Unable to take on your classmates’ pitying looks on you, you crossed your arms on your desk and laid your head down against them, hiding your face from the prying eyes of your classmates. You could not handle any more humiliations. But you also thought that nothing could possibly be worse than the situation you put yourself in.

Then, you were proven wrong.

All of a sudden, you heard your classmates murmuring around you. Lifting your head up to see what was going on, you saw a paper plane glide smoothly through the air before it landed perfectly on the stack of test papers Professor McGonagall was currently grading. 

To some of your classmates, what happened afterward took less than a minute. But to the rest, including yourself, it seemed like eternity with how carefully Professor McGonagall dropped her pen, and took off her glasses. She picked up the paper plane and opened it up, narrowing her eyes at whatever was written inside. Unfortunately, none of you ever knew what was written inside. But you all knew that it wasn't any good, judging by the twitch in her eye and the frown on her face.

"Who does this belong to?" She asked, her displeasure clearly heard in her voice and seen in the glare she gives everyone in the room. A beat passes, and suddenly everyone is pointing fingers to someone sitting at the back of the classroom. 

Though you had a hunch on who it was they were pointing at, you hoped that you were wrong; that it turned out to be some other classmate of yours who had rotten luck just like you. Then, you were proven wrong… again.

You turned around in your seat just in time to meet the mischievous eyes of your raven-haired friend. He even took the time to throw you a playful wink before clearing his throat dramatically. 

"Good morning, Professor,” Sirius began, his hand closed in a fist like it was holding something near his mouth. “This is your captain speaking. It seems like my aeroplane experienced turbulence and crashed in your area. Terribly sorry, rookie mistake! Rest assured that I'll comply with whatever punishment you subject me to for the matter." 

"In that case, good, because you'll be serving detention alongside your classmate here," Professor McGonagall nods in your direction. "I hope you'll both learn something about rudely disrupting the peace and quiet during class hours with unnecessary distractions." She smiled, although anyone could tell it wasn't to be kind. Then, she returned to her previously interrupted task of grading test papers.

Rolling your eyes, you sighed. Of course, he'd get himself into trouble, you thought. You turned to look at him, catching his attention, and mouthed the words, "What'd you do that for?"

Sirius shrugged in reply, a cheeky smile on his face before mouthing the word, "You."

—

Genuinely, you have always wondered how you managed to land yourself a place in Sirius’ life as one of his closest friends. It was one of the things you’ve thought about over and over, but have never really gotten to the bottom of. Nevertheless, you will always be grateful for having a friend like him, even if he does give you a headache sometimes.

It turns out that serving detention wasn’t as bad as you expected it to be, having been assigned under Mr. Filch’s orders of tending to the flora and fauna stored in the school greenhouses. In fact, you were actually kind of enjoying it, and Sirius being with you totally wasn’t a part of the reason why. 

“You know, this actually isn’t so bad,” He remarked, spraying the lavenders with some water, a faint smile on his face. “I thought we’d be somewhere organizing Sprout’s herb collection or something.”

You laugh at his statement, “Not gonna lie, I expected something boring, too. But this is pretty nice.” You beamed at him, looking away from where you’d been adjusting potted plants accordingly where the sunlight was hitting. 

“Who knew we’d be so good at gardening?” 

“I know, right?” 

Sirius chuckled in reply, and you joined in with him, taking the time to look at him before returning to your task. He looked especially handsome whenever he laughed; eyes crinkled by the edges with amusement, his pearly whites on perfect display as he smiled. It also certainly didn’t help that on top of the black leather jacket he wore, he was wearing an apron, and a bandana tied around his hair which pushed it back to act as a headband, revealing his forehead which glistened with a thin layer of sweat. 

Sirius Black looked ridiculously handsome, and you didn’t need to think twice about that, because it was a well-known fact.

At that moment, you were so caught up in staring at him that Sirius caught you in action. It was already too late to look away and feign indifference for you as a smirk had started to make its way onto his face.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” He practically purred, his voice taking on a deeper, more flirtatious tone than usual. Your brain loses its ability to function momentarily before you quickly wracked your mind for a snarky retort. 

“How original,” You quipped, trying to hide your momentary lapse in brain function at his unexpected tone. Sirius lets you get away with it, hiding a subtle smile of amusement to himself. 

Turning back to a pot of chrysanthemums you’d neglected briefly, you decide to change the topic. “So I was just wondering,” You began, a curious lilt to your voice. “What’d you write on that paper plane you flew to Professor McGonagall?” You queried as you turned to face him again, placing your hand on your hip.

“Oh, psh, that old thing?” Sirius waved it off dismissively as he wrapped up with his task of watering the flowers. “Just a little piece of an opinion I’ve been meaning to tell her.” 

“And just what was it you were meaning to tell her?” 

Before he answered your question, he took the time to take his bandana off, wiping the sweat off his forehead with it. Then, he fixed his hair - running a hand through it and ruffling it up slightly. Inwardly, you had to admit, you almost forgot what you were talking about as you shamelessly watched him be… hot; and like he knew the effect it had on you—which he most likely did—he smirked at you. Again. 

“I told her that dogs were better than cats,” Sirius smiled wickedly. 

You gasped in horror. “No, you did not.” 

“Oh, yes I did,” He said as-a-matter-of-factly.

“You know how she feels about cats, Sirius!” 

“Precisely the point, darling.”

To some, it would seem like something off of a controversial debate, like if pineapples belong on pizza for example. But to everyone who really knew Professor McGonagall well, saying things like that was just a recipe for disaster—with disaster meaning serving detention, of course.

“No wonder you ended up here,” You shook your head in disbelief at him. 

“Buuut, like I said, it’s not so bad here,” Sirius opposed, untying his apron from the back and behind his neck. “Plus, I’ve got good company.” He winked at you before hanging the apron on one of the hooks attached to the wall of the greenhouse.

You didn’t— no, couldn’t reply to him, seeing how you were caught off guard with what he said. But it wasn’t like Sirius wasn’t good company for you, no. There was never a dull moment with him by your side. In fact, if it were someone else you were stuck with in detention, you wouldn’t have agreed with him earlier that serving it wasn’t so bad. And frankly speaking, if serving detention just meant extra time to hang out with Sirius Black, then you wouldn’t mind disrupting the peace and quiet of class hours every now and then.

Though that would certainly look bad on your report cards, so you mentally chastise yourself for even entertaining the thought. But you couldn’t deny that there was some truth behind it, at least. Or more than some.

“Let me walk you home?” Sirius asked as he regarded you with a certain gentleness in his grey eyes. You felt like melting on the spot, right then and there, as he lingered by the doorway to the greenhouse, waiting for your answer. 

But you managed to pull yourself together, and smiled at him. “Sure.”

—

On some days, you would have just taken the school bus home, and Sirius would have just gone on his motorbike. Though in the past, he’d asked you countless times if he could give you a ride home, of course, because it was quicker and more cost-efficient than taking the public transport. But with the way your face blanched at his offering, and the way you kept spewing facts upon facts about how motorbike riding was dangerous (Sirius tried to reassure you that it wasn’t for very obvious reasons), he settled for walking you home instead. 

While that had quickly become an almost regular occurrence for the both of you, Sirius always made sure to ask you first, despite the fact that he would have to go back for his motorbike parked at the school after. Knowing this, you tried very hard to kindly refuse him at first. But over time, you found yourself saying yes without a second thought.

At the same time, you refrain yourself from giving it much thought. It was simply a kind gesture from a really good friend of yours, and that was that. 

A devilishly handsome, fiercely loyal, and incredibly caring… friend of yours. 

Walking home with Sirius never fails to make you feel better after a long day at school. The both of you are instantly engaged in meaningful conversation, debriefing the events that occurred during the day. You like to think it’s a mandatory routine by how often you do it, how often it happens, and how natural it feels. It’s definitely one of, or maybe the best way to de-stress and relax after spending a whole day just studying and working. 

If only he could keep the teasing to a minimum, though. 

“I’m just saying, you know,” Sirius said, shrugging nonchalantly as he walked beside you. “You didn’t have to laugh that hard.” 

You scoff in disbelief, the sarcastic reply bubbling up in your throat. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you liked it whenever I laugh at your jokes?” 

“Never said I didn’t, love,” He responded, voice softening at the term of endearment used. “But you could’ve been saved from Minnie’s wrath if you hadn’t done that evil cackle of yours that you call a ‘laugh.’” Sirius chuckled slightly as he spoke, reminding you both of your embarrassment. 

“Okay, first of all, rude,” You shot him a half-hearted glare, a smile threatening to come alive on your lips. “And second of all, it’s your fault that I accidentally laughed out loud during class.”

Sirius scoffed immediately, taking full offense as he turned away from you. “‘Accidentally,’ she says.” 

“What? It’s true!” 

“So I suspect you must have ‘accidentally’ found me funny, too?” He air-quoted. 

You let out a sigh, feeling exasperated and slightly frustrated by his consistently witty replies. It seemed like Sirius never ran out of energy when it came to your banter, filled with incessant teasing (coming from Sirius himself most of the time, of course) and lighthearted jabs at each other. But even with your patience increasingly wearing thin with him, you found yourself looking forward to the banter every time. In spite of his knack for getting on your nerves more often than not, you liked sharing it with him. It was almost as if it was something only you and Sirius shared - intimate and unique to your dynamic.

“Whatever, Sirius,” You settled for a dismissive response eventually, rolling your eyes as you did so. Though you knew that he would take the piss out of you again for your lack of a snarky retort.

But to your surprise, the boy only chuckled in amusement, kicking a few pebbles and leaves out of the way as the two of you continued to walk. You didn’t think much of it, passing it off as a likely thing for people to do when they walk on sidewalks riddled with objects in the way. 

(But little did you know about Sirius’ true intentions, though.)

After a moment of comfortable silence, you decided to speak up again. 

“Hey, so I was wondering—”

Sirius interrupts with a snort of laughter. “When are you not?” “Please shut up and let me finish.” “Alright, alright. I’m sorry,” he said. Though with the ever so present smirk on his face, and the hint of mirth in his eyes, you couldn’t tell if he was truly sorry. “What were you wondering about in that pretty head of yours?” You paused for a moment, thinking of how to phrase your question. Sirius gave you a brief glance, curious about what you were thinking of that had you pondering like this.

“Why’d you do it?” You finally blurted out.

“What do you mean? You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific than that for me, love.”

Sirius earns the sweet sound of your chuckling, and he zeroes in on the slight flush that appeared on your cheeks, betraying your embarrassment.

“I’m talking about earlier, Sirius. During Physics? When you flew that paper plane to McGonagall?”

His lips formed an O shape as he came to the realization of what you were referring to. And as if the reminder was nothing but a lighthearted one, Sirius snickered to himself.

“And? What about that?” 

You sigh, internally wondering how on earth he could find such a thing so amusing. Sure, perhaps Professor McGonagall had developed some sort of fondness or a soft spot for Sirius over the years he’d acted against her in his mischief. But the fact still remained that McGonagall was not to be taken lightly to, especially not during her class. 

“I was just wondering why you would do such a thing. I mean.. it was certainly unprovoked, don’t you think?” 

“‘Unprovoked,’ you say? Is that what you really think?” 

There’s a shift in his tone this time around when he spoke, though there still remained the unmistakable, and ever so present hint of a tease in his voice. You studied his face intently as you thought of a response. 

“Yeah. I mean, whatever did you do that for?” 

Sirius sighed, though you couldn’t tell if it was out of frustration with you or exasperation. “Didn’t I tell you already? I did it for you, you daft woman.” 

You resist the urge to scoff at his remark of you being a supposed daft woman. “I thought you were just messing with me there when you said that.”

“‘Messing with you?’ Why would I—“ He cut himself off with another sigh. 

Oh, so he’s frustrated, you realized. 

“You know, for someone whose mind runs a thousand miles per hour, you can be really clueless sometimes.” 

You let yourself scoff by then, feeling indignant. “What are you on about now?” 

Sirius almost smirked at your words, and you knew that by the twitch at the corner of his lips. You tear your eyes away from them, focusing on his eyes instead. 

“Come on, you’re a smart girl. Surely, you know why I did that, and why I risked detention?”

Deep down, you had an inkling as to what he was telling you. But you refused to acknowledge it aside from the fact that it was downright ridiculous. After all, you firmly believed yourself to be out of Sirius Black’s league. Your dynamic was synonymous to one of those Paramore songs that went, “He was a punk, she did ballet. Can I make it anymore obvious?” 

And as if he could read you, and sense your inner thoughts, Sirius sighed for what seemed like the nth time of that moment. Though now it had sounded almost… sad? 

“Shall I spell it aloud for you, then?” He broke the silence, his voice deeper and tinged with seriousness. 

“Yes.” Please. For my own sake. 

He takes a deep breath first, although the both of you didn’t know for what exactly. But it felt like it was necessary for Sirius, and so—

“I did it for you, ‘cause,” He paused, seemingly trying to push the words out of his mouth. Why he was forcing them out, you didn’t know. “What friends are for, right?” 

Well, admittedly, that kind of stung you inside. For a moment—a fleeting, hopeful moment—you wanted Sirius to say that he did it for you, and that was that. Just for you. For the sake of keeping you company, and letting it be up for interpretation on whether it was done under platonic intentions or… not. 

“Yeah,” You nodded, mentally chastising yourself for ever expecting such a thing. “What friends are for.” 

Sirius is looking at you pensively, noticing a hint of your disappointment in the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes, and in the way you looked away from him as you replied. He wondered why.

But, ever the one to cheer his friends up, Sirius clears his throat to catch your attention, his grey eyes glittering with mirth. 

“And besides,” he added. “You would’ve gone mad if you served detention all alone. You’re kind of a danger to yourself here, love.” He ruffled your hair playfully as he said this, eliciting a smile from you. 

“Hey! It doesn’t get that bad, you know,” You defend yourself, fixing your hair with your fingers. Sirius helps you out by tucking the wayward strands of hair, covering your face, behind your ear. 

He snickered. “Trust me, love. I know how bad it can get.” 

In truth, Sirius has always found it endearing—your knack for getting a little lost in your head more often than not. But he was also one of those people who wanted to grab you by the shoulders and shake some sense into you, to tell you to give yourself a damn break. So, he’ll take any chance to distract you from your thoughts. And if that meant angering McGonagall and serving detention, he didn’t mind at all. 

The rest of your walk home goes easily after that, the lighthearted atmosphere returning despite the momentary shift to the slightest, almost imperceptible indication to the feelings you harbored for each other—though unacknowledged on both sides of the party in fear of losing the other.

Although, Sirius suspects that he’ll be brave enough for the both of you one day to bring these feelings into light. 

In the meantime, he’ll let you get away with your acting aloof and coy about it. He’ll gladly wait until you’re ready to hear what he’s always wanted to tell you. 

So, as the two of you bask in the orange hue of the afternoon sun, walking down the path to your home, you don’t realize that it’s only a few steps away until you’ve reached your destination. You were getting carried away (again) with ranting about tomorrow’s quizzes, and Sirius is trying (again) to calm your anxieties, and reassure you. 

At the very same time, he realizes the increasing distance between the two of you and your home. He doesn’t make a move to tell you, and you simply don’t notice.

( ♡ )

[fulgurbugs]

another doll post!

they cut me from work early, so i had time to stop by my walmart and see if catty was in. she was! i picked her up with some birthday money for 24.99.

forgot to get a pic of her in the box. here she is unboxed tho! she has saran with microbraids around her hairline (be careful, these come undone easily.)

initial thoughts: while her outfit is cute… it’s missing a littleeee bit of flair. some shoe paint, or maybe a jacket, like in her concept art? these little shoulder things are kind of horrendous. (and they kept coming unvelcroed under her pits.) might look into making her something.

now, there’s a reason i i got excited about catty when i was previously unenthused about her. and that’s her new body sculpt! let’s cut to the chase, that’s what we want to see.

here she is! she is now the biggest MH sculpt, by quite a significant amount. luckily she can still fit on this stand, but it has to grab her right at the underboob at her thinnest point.

it doesn’t photograph well, but she has a pink-tinged iridescence to her body, that could read like shiny fur. it looks great, and makes her look very glittery and dimensional.

wide and back views. i love that she actually has a bit of a tummy, and she also has a much thicker tail than toralei. (i wasn’t able to yank the tail out, tho i think it’s supposed to come off.)

here’s some comparisons with some of the other ghouls. she’s a medium height girl, and i’d say she’s slightly thicker in the body and thighs than abbey, though the way she’s proportioned give her a fatter body type compared to her.

it’s more evident when they’re turned to the side. draculaura only has larger thighs, so if we specially compare to abbey, you can see cattys even larger thighs and her stomach compared to abbeys flat one.

she has smaller feet (same as draculaura’s size.) her hands are also standard size.

back to the doll with her clothes on. here’s her boots, as is mh doll tradition

cool sculpt, definitely need paint. probably a pretty simple project to do, but all those buckles and chains are just begging for a layer of silver. only a teeeeny bit got silver paint, which i think is a shame. allegedly most of the budget for catty went into developing her sculpt, so her outfit definitely is a little lacking….

face card. i adore ADORE her makeup, the little stars…. the side glance… augh. my favorite part is her lip paint, though. the gradient looks absolutely lovely.

the accessories. since this is catty’s core doll, she comes with some of the core staples: her phone, a backpack, her pet cat amulette, and some sunglasses. in addition, she has a mic, a broken hand mirror, a water bottle, and some sheet music

here’s inside the backpack and her sheet music open. (the sheet music is literally just a little piece of paper lol.)

here’s her with some of her accessories! i decided to restyle her hair a little bit as well, i saw a cute restyle that took her micro braids and made a little side bang with them, and that was simple to replicate, so i did that too. i also made her ponytail higher, which i think looks a lot cuter. i think i wanna give her a little ponytail accessory or something tho… maybe in black? dunno. i also think she looks cute with her glasses on her forehead, so i’m leaving them.

obligatory .5 shot.

and that’s catty noir! (lagoona foot jumpscare). i think she’s a lovely addition to the g3 lineup, and i really, really can’t wait to see what they do with her in another line. her reception (at least in the spaces i lurk) has been so overwhelmingly positive that i think when we see her next, they can really go all out and give her a gorgeous outfit and a fun theme (maybe a skulltimate secrets doll?) it felt appropriate to put her with my monster fest girlies, so she got center stage (sorry cleo and frankie) thanks for reading this far!

[starliights-shining]

Tfp arcee nsfw and sfw hc's with human female s/o?

I'm kinda taking a moment away form Nsfw, so here are sfw headcannons for Tfp Arcee x Female S/O. Not going to lie this was fun to make. If You want more please jsut request! Enjoy :)

She's a care giver, Always around even when you least expecct it. Either there to lift, grab or steady you. She knows with all these decepticons running around, she's gotta keep you safe. Think like those child leashes with the stuff animal backpacks, but she's willing wants to watch over you.

With that comes internal threats, a chaotic S/O is something i feel like she'd enjoy, but also have a hard time coping with. Sassy S/O she can be sassy back, servos on her hips as you looks down at you in disapproval of whatever you did or said. Plus have you seen Tfp Arcee, everytime I see her shes sassing or telling off one of the autbots, and just becasue youre her S/O doesn't mean she won't give oyu the same treatment.

She tries her best to get into the things you like or are interested in. She wants to connect with you in other ways than just the human help for the autbots, You like legos, so does she. She can't build them but she can just sit and watch you enjoy yourself for hours, as long as she was with you and you are happy.

I feel as tho she also can't really say no to you, The pleading from your eyes and the occasional pouty lip and shes off to get whatever you want. A certain Ice cream only found in stores near large busy cities, Alright put your helmet on, youre going for a ride. She will ride with you for hours to get god knows what, simply becasue she didn't have the nerve to say no to such a cute look.

Tfp Arcee seems like she's not all to found of touching in front of others. SO that being said, when its time to leave for a mission, she looks back at you a winks with the signature smile and her shoulder moving up a bit. She doesn't have the heart to just ignore you, you never know what could happen out there and this wink is her way of saying "I Love you, be safe." without actually saying it.

I like to think when Wheeljack or some other bots come to the base for a vist she get possesive. ushering you into spots where she can see you and your in arms length in case one of them pulls some funny shit. She feels like you can be too friendly sometimes, and its shown when you were jsut caught talking to Soundwave while being held captive. So since that day, when it wasn't one of the 'regular' autbots, she decided you MUST, and I mean MUST be in arms length or line of sight at all times.

Lets not star about how she can get when she cant find you, Panic, but also quite and deadly panic. She doesn't freak out, her optics move around frantically as she tries to spot you, you small, and some of the other bots are large. One wrong move and you cold be seriously injured and she wouldn't be able to forigve herself. SHe truly would keep you in one of stuffed animal leashed, or keep you in a cybertronian to human sized baby carrier. At least until your fully healed and know the ground rules.

That was just her 'I know theyre not in con hands panic', her panic and anger when she finds you in the hands of a con is scarier, you almost felt bad for the way she beat the shit out of Starscream just for holding you in a tight grip above the ground. Her servo grabbing his wrist and twisting it before prying you gently out of the cons servo. She was far too gentle then you thougth she'd be in that moment. A smile on her face as she moved you aside and out harms way, but you saw the dark glint in her optics.

But at the end of the day, Arcee was a lover girl. Desperatly in love with her S/O, no matter how hard she tried to keep this tough autbot act up. All it takes is your voice and shes whipped like no other. But that's what made her yours, your large lover girl.

[a-s-levynn]

hiiiiii! when you post art, do you scan it or just take photos? i was curious becuz it always looks so hd (๑•́∀•̀๑)

Hey there! Yes, i do scan everything that isn't obviously photographed from an angle or stated specifically in tags or text.

I started out with my phone camera and there are phones that can do almost scan quality pictures, mine is not one of those. So a few months back i invested about 75 euros to get a Canon Lide 300. It is not the most professional thing ever but for the price of like.. 2 merch shirts these days, it is not a bad deal.

It is good uptill A/4 size (tho you can work around bigger pieces on it with stitching the pieces), the program it comes with is very easy and it can go up to 1200dpi. It is perfect for at home use. It is small enough to put in a backpack if you are so inclined but i never did that.

I scan with 600dpi which is plenty enough for most art. Mind you after scanning i do some editing, because the scanner's light messes with graphite due to shine, but it is a simple contrast adjusments in most cases. And it only serves to give it back the tonal values the physical drawings have.

But to show you the comparison with the same froggo, the left is my phone quality picture and the right is the 600dpi value corrected scanned version:

It does make a difference in my opinion. A significant amount of detail get's lost with regular phone camera quality. But as i said, with a proper camera, let it be phone or otherwise, you can achieve similarly good results given you have decent lighting, which i also do not have.

[terresdebrume]

This snippet will be cleaned up and posted to AO3 as part of my current series. There's more of it in the series' tag on my blog tho, s: limo driver Joe.

Joe takes his ticket back and makes his way to his seat towards the back of the bus. His backpack is heavy on his shoulder. The air is too cold for him. He feels, irritatingly enough, like he should be wearing a suit. With a sigh, he settles his bag in the overhead luggage compartment and sits down.

A single blue backpack. Not the sum of his possessions—that got shipped last week, thanks to a decade of savings—but definitely some of the most precious ones. The vintage Dick Tracy keychain his siblings pooled up to get him when he left home, safely hooked to the inside zipper. The ninja turtles shirt that has somehow not died yet. The tiny, silver, six-branched star David got him after he lost the one from his bar mitzvah five years into his work for the Websters. He never like his life was empty, those ten years, but looking down, he can't help but wonder if he was wrong.

The engine comes on. The people outside the bus start hurrying up. A jam forms at the front. Joe rolls his eyes and jams his jacket between his shoulder and the window, then blinks. For a moment, he thought—oh, something stupid, probably. Then he turns his head, and he sees him.

David stands on the quai, eyeing the bustling travelers like he's not sure they're quite healthy to be around. He's wearing that stupid dress his mother makes him wear when she wants to show visitors what a good catholique family she has. The pale blue one with a Peter Pan collar and the white flats. David never looked quite comfortable in that ensemble, but now it clashes with his clearly masculine haircut and the designer lines of his bookbags.

Out of all the people Joe befriended in Nw York in the past ten year, he had to get closest to the one whose entire being screams dork. He rolls his eyes, resolutely ignoring the light warmth pinching behind his ribs. Then he knocks on the window. David startles. Finds Joe at the window. His mouth does that thing where it's hanging open and trying to smile at the same time. Joe rolls his eyes again, and goes fishing for his phone.

"Get out," he texts David in German, "before someone steals your lunch money."

Outside, he sees David fish his phone out of his pocket. Glance at it. Glare up at him, flipping him the bird. Joe can't help but grin harder at the sight. His phone buzzes.

"Safe journey, asshole."

Joe gives the kid a nod. They're probably never going to spend any significant amount of time together again. Joe's going back to Frisco. David has a life of luxury waiting for him in New York, if he can stick the landing with his coming out. There's no reason for them to even meet again.

In the privacy of his own head, Joe can admit he'll miss the guy. He'd thought he'd be insufferable at first. A little girl in neat little plaits, in a bohemian white dress that said 'just back from the Bali' like a bat signal for rich people. He'd been frowning at everything. Complaining in German to his then-nanny about the temperature, the smell, the size of the airport, the car, and then Joe. Because he hadn't been Mr. Ameer, the previous driver. Of course Joe had to respond to it, and in German, too.

There was some fire, under the lace that said 'my children don't get dirty'. Joe remembers pressing his lips against a smile, delighted by this stranger two years younger than Jake who'd answered his barb with as much aplomb as Al ever had. They haven't really stopped bickering since. So yeah, Joe will miss the guy.

He'll wonder, probably, what he's doing, in the future. Whether his Harvard degree is going well. Whether his coming out is accepted. Whether he found someone who'll actually listen to him if he decides to tell someone other than that damn journal of his about his accident and the months after.

Joe winks at David, huffing a laugh when that only makes him glare harder. Joe stops himself from reaching for the pendant David gifted him, safely tucked with the one Ma sent him as an actual replacement for the Bat Mitzvah gift. The doors at the front of the bus close down. David's face goes blank. Something tight grips Joe's throat.

He blinks, several times. Watches David grow smaller as the bus leaves the station. Then, feeling like he's losing some fight against himself, he reaches for his phone again and sends:

"Text you when I get there, kid."

In response, he gets an emoji.

"🙄"

[arctic-hands]

I have to reorganize my whole state of my being when I go out with the cane now, especially with the way my rheumy told me I should be using it 😭 it used to be left front pocket: inhaler, hand sanitizer, MP3 player and headphones, whatever misc little things I need on my immediate person. Right front pocket: wallet. Back left pocket: cellphone. Right back pocket, keys, with or without Wild Kat (depending on where I'm going–medical and government buildings are a NO GO for Stabby Cat).

In the Before Times when I could carry a backpack I had my first aid kit with whatever meds I needed on the go and emergency Crohn's kit (i.e. a spare change of clothes), and sometimes art supplies and journal or my tablet, or whatever I need to bring to the hospital when I need to go.

I got cool belt bags when I need them because I used to and still sometimes have trouble putting on pants and the loose skirts I could pull over my torso or wrap around and tie usually don't have pockets.

Then I was told to never carry a bag again and got my Rolly Bag for all of that, and very nearly got a custom bumper sticker to put on saying "my back is too fragile to carry a bag stop fucking asking me if I'm going on vacation" because I was constantly getting comments by people? By strangers? It was so annoying.

But now with the advent of Cassandra Cane, Rolly Bag is in retirement. I started carrying a medical binder/bujo in a zippered padfolio. I got a lil mini travel sketchbook and started using passport sized journals, and both of those fit quite neatly in the padfolio. Unfortunately medical bujo doesn't have a handle and I got it a month before I got the cane and it's a bitch to carry in one hand and use my cane in another. So now I have to afix a handle to it somehow because I like the layout of the padfolio too much to replace it.

And to top it all off, after using the cane for a few months before being able to see my rheumatologist again, she tells me I've been using it on the wrong leg for my particular case. So now I've got to occupy my right hand, my dominant hand, with it. I had my wallet and keys/Stabby Cat in my right pockets for easy access, now I have to switch sides. Meanwhile my phone being in my left back pocket made it hard to get it out or into said pocket when using the cane, and I'm gonna have that same problem if I just switch it to the right. So with my dad having helped me buy a new (SafeLink, discounted) phone I shilled out for a wallet case for it, which means I only need to put both in my front left pocket. Also I'm carrying a ear-piercing self defense whistle now, for both extreme situations (let's be honest, even with Stabby Cat in one hand and a metal cane in the other, I'm losing that fight), and for when ableds get to annoying/grabby

Meanwhile, I got a Cane Buddy which. Uh. Great in theory, piss poor in execution. It attaches to the cane with Velcro, and the makers forgot that canes are usually smooth so like. It keeps sliding down as I use my cane. But it holds my first aid kit/medicines, some Larabars, pads and wipes, a spare mask, my lil sketchbook and lil journal when I don't need to take the whole bujo with me, and other misc things, so I just deal with the frustration.

I still have no idea what to do about carrying a spare change of clothes tho 😭 it's a source of anxiety with the way my intestines have been lately to go out without them.

Anyway, anyone have any other ideas on how to adapt to this? The stuff in my pocket is stuff I Really Need if my various iterations of a bag are snatched, so those stay on my person at all times. Everything else would suck if stolen, but more easily replaceable and not an immediate threat to my life if taken (such as the inhaler).

[starry-bi-sky]

Hi IT TOTALLY HASN'T BEEN *checks watch* THREE DAYS.

First off yesssss Danny has an ice core/space core while Wisp/Dames/(Damon?) has a fire/star core. But ALSO which is perfect for a little bit of drama beCAUSE you know who else has a fire core? Vlad. You know who is obsessively trying to adopt a certain halfa (or halfas?) into his family? Vlad. All I'm saying is that when his manipulation tactics with Danny doesn't work, there's a perfectly cherubic little boy with a fire core right there that's young enough to be much, much easier to manipulate....

Why, after all! They have the same core, Vlad could help Damian with his powers much better than his brother can. And if Damian is on his side, it'll only take a little convincing to get Danny on his side! He's seen how protective the boy is over the toddler....

Which wouldn't be a bad plan, if it wasn't Danny and Damian that Vlad was messing with. Vlad is going to get crushed. Curbstomped. Turned into a fine paste by one truly incensed mama bear.

And aaaaa Wisp is a little kitten. A mischievous and playful little kitten, who likes to play hunt Danny when his back is turned (it MIGHT work if Damon didn't have a tendency to giggle whenever he got close... Or set off Danny's ghost sense/flood the parent-child bond they have with the sense of lightjoy-play.) And yesss his ghost form as is is very simple. He's gonna have a blast experimenting once he gets older and he settles more into his person.

Baby ghosts SO have a much easier time at shapeshifting/changing their size. It's kinda like how kids have a ton more energy than adults do but also a built in defense-mechanism to hide from 'predators'. Makes it easier to hide under their parent.

Yesyesyes to the ghost cannibalism. Whenever they go into the Zone and have to leave the spectre speeder, Wisp is under strict conditions not to leave Danny's side, and just as an extra precaution, Danny's scarf acts as a secondary child leash just in case Damon gets the idea to zip off somewhere. (They usually don't have too much of a problem, Damon prefers to be close to Danny in the zone out of ghostbaby instinct. Much safer to be tucked under baba's underbelly than it is anywhere else. But... just to be safe. Or if they're in the Far Frozen/Greater Athens/one of the mega-isles)

I've thought it before but I don't think I've said it -- and if I have, I'll say it again -- but you know the Batman Shadow Blob thing he's sometimes drawn as? That's Danny. That's Danny 100%. He can just go Full Shadow Ghost at a whim and it's so fun, he loves hiding in his friends' shadows and scaring the shit out of them. It's less fun when he inflates his size and turns into a great snarling, vaguely-human-shaped shadow beastie when someone tries to go after Wisp.

Rip to that one dude in the Greater Athens, he still gets nightmares sometimes.

Danny has never MacGuyvered something faster in his life than when Damon started floating, flying, and going through walls, and when he started getting the hang of it. Damon's threes were terrible. Oh man. Danny was convinced he was going to go gray before 16.

He kept the leash in his backpack or bag Always whenever he went out with Damon before Damon stopped running off.

Aaaa I love that Danny and Bruce have some kind of friendship/bond after that initial trust is established, that's so sweet. I don't see them having a relationship that isn't like, Danny dunking on him, that often. So that's super sweet <333. They talk about their Damians over tea, and Bruce has baby pictures from Talia (they trade).

Honestly tho I imagine Danny being super skittish/shy around his template at first, if only because of his own trauma and insecurities. He feels extremely guilty over his own existence lol. Lmao even. He's very polite to Batman when they first meet because he feels like he needs to make it up to him somehow, even if his creation was out of his control.

(he empathizes with the man HARD because he was also cloned. So its a special kind of hell that danny is in where "yeah I know what its like to be cloned so i know how violating that feels" and "i'm a clone, i feel so gross about myself bc i know what its like to be cloned. i can't stand the skin im wearing, oh god" aND "nothing about me is unique. i'm a ten cent copy of something far more advanced than me." all co-exist with each other. He's got clone trauma^3 <3)

And after Batman reveals his identity to him, I see Danny struggling to look him in the face a lot. It pulls up all those ugly feelings in him over his own identity. The first time Danny went home post-reveal, he covered all the mirrors in the house (or at least in places where he would see it) and flinched away from his reflection for a while.

Batman has to reach out and bridge that gap first before any kind of connection can be made lol. But once they get over that initial awkwardness, I can see them very much developing an almost sibling-like bond despite the age gap. Danny very affectionately calls him "template" as a playful nickname. And, as a personal hc I have, calls him Buzz.

("You know! Since all your kids call you "b" and a 'bee" is a type of insect, and bees buzz! So, Buzz!" "I thought it was because Buzz Aldrin was your favorite astronaut--" "ssHHHHHUSH DAMON")

Wisp so play-hunts with Kon whenever he visits. He's not really allowed to with Sam or Tucker since they're 'squishy humans who will get VERY hurt with your teeth if you bite them -- yes even if they're baby teeth' but Kon is not only okay with it, but invulnerable! So Damon's got the okay to play.

Which also makes me think of like, Danny and Damon visiting Wayne Manor, and they're chilling on the couch with some of the other Fam. Damon is leaning against Danny and idly using his hand as a chew toy, and showing off some very frighting fangs while he's at it. Danny looks completely nonplussed, and is either scrolling boredly through his phone, or talking to like, Tim or Bruce or something.

"uhh--- Danny.. are you sure Damon should be--"

"Dw it's fine, he's still got his baby teeth. The adult fangs haven't come in yet."

"Adult fang--?"

and Danny gently grabs Damon's face, squishing his chin between the web of his thumb, lightly ignoring Damon's indignant whining, and uses his thumb to push his upper lip up to show off the little fangs on Damon's upper jaw. "Ghosts have fangs, although they all look different from ghost to ghost. Wisp is still little, so he's got baby teeth. And only on the top shelf. Once he starts losing them, his big ones will come in. And they'll probably look like mine."

He lets go of Damon, and then hooks his finger around the corner of his mouth and pulls the skin back to show off some fierce looking fangs, both top and bottom canines look much sharper and bigger than a human's should, and the teeth surrounding it look a little sharp as well.

"I still wouldn't let him bite you though, the itty babies can do some serious damage when they want to."

(honestly baby ghosts probably have even sharper teeth than adults do just because its an even better defense mechanism. And I'm pretty sure that's a thing with most if not all animal species. Because I know for fucking certain its a thing for humans. Seriously! If you've ever worked with kids, those mfers have some seriously sharp chompers on them. I've never seen sharper human teeth than I have on a two year old toddler. they've given me BRUISES in a single bite.)

"I don't plan on being bitten by any Damians a day in my life, thank you very much, but I'll keep that in mind."

"Hn."

ALSO. i have more doodles

Over 900 prompt

Okay I love the Danny is a clone of Batman aus but I've never seen this done.

Danny and Kon dating and Then Danny learning his parents cloned Batman thinking he is a ghost only to find out he isn't and kept Danny as their kid.

Just think of the hilarious reactions

Caue this immediately popped into my head.

Kon: *muffled screaming into Tim's couch*

Tim: ....you good?

Kon: danny is the clone of Batman

Tim: ...

Kon: I'm the clone of Superman

Tim:...

Kon: AND WE ARE DATING!

[doctor-desi]

A rewritten version of a Modern!AU of a campaign between @meteorito618​ and I (PS go check them out they’re cool!). This is only Part 1. Hoping to do Part 2 soon. Not too much has changed from the first version just an addition of a new character and I think better writing, so enjoy!

“... and that is how we create a fireball,” a green dragonborn dressed in a loose tank top and yoga pants states. She walks towards the front of a group of around a dozen people of all different races and skill levels, absentmindedly transferring a small fireball from hand to hand. Once she gets to the front, standing in front of some wall-length mirrors, she addresses the group again, “Now, a few things to remember about this spell. While you can control it and create these small bursts of flame, they can also grow into enormous fires, so you have to be careful and keep your concentration up. Also, this spell requires verbal commands, specific movement, and materials so you’ll have to be prepared if you want to use it.” She pauses and waits for nods from the group, some of whom have already followed suit and created their own fireballs, then she smiles and begins again, “Now, the number one rule of self-defense is always just that, defense. What I teach you should never be used for plain harm or in ill-thought of another person.” She pauses again, waiting for agreement, and continues, “As I said before, fireballs can become much bigger than this,” she holds up her own baseball sized fireball, “but for our purposes and to use against any potential threat, this should be enough. In addition to this, we have also learned some disarming strikes, which can be used in addition or in place of, for those without the same magical capabilities. Now,” she shifts on her feet to stand up straighter, she cups the fireball in both of her hands and closes her eyes, “to get rid of the fireball so you don't have to carry it around with you all day,” this earns a few small, some perhaps nervous laughs which makes the dragonborn smile, “just like how we brought forth our magic from our being to form a shape, so we shall release it to where it will wait for our call again.” She removes her hands from around the fireball and it drops for a moment before dissipating in an orange glow. She breathes out a moment before opening her eyes. She claps her hands together and smiles at the group in front of her, ”Now, it is your turn.” 

With that, the dragonborn goes around, helping those who cannot quite get their magic to dissipate, or answering questions from those practicing some other defense moves. Eventually, everyone in the room is empty handed and the dragonborn returns to the front of the room. She claps again and smiles, “Great work today everyone. I hope you have a great rest of your days and I hope to see you all again soon. Remember if you need anything from me, my email or text are always open!” With that dismissal, everyone moves to collect their personal belongings before heading to the door leading out of the small studio. The dragonborn holds the door for her students, saying her more personal goodbyes and receiving some in turn many along the lines of, “Thank you for your help today Blaine!” and, “Have a good evening!” With the final person heading out, the dragonborn, Blaine, goes over to a chair which holds a backpack. She reaches in absently and pulls out an envelope as well as a smartphone. She ignores the former for a moment as she powers on her device and sees several messages. The first she clicks on is a group chat with the title “Dbl Trbl”:

[Image ID: A group text between three members: Jil, Mil, and Blaine. The conversation is titled Dbl Trbl with a smiling devil emoji and reads as follows:

Jil: Mom wants to know when you’ll be coming home. She’s been freaking out!

Jil: Also, Ms. A would like to know, she’s alright tho since… y’know you actually said bye to her (angry emoji)

Mil: Yeah, not like we needed to know or anything…

Mil: Just kidding, we know you had your reasons B. Anyways, we told them that you’re fine, living 

your own life. 

Jil: But you know them B.

Mil: Not to mention we’d love to have you home to hear about your travels and life.

Jil: All about it and who you might’ve met (smirking emoji)]

Blaine’s scales darken a little as she blushes before she scoffs and types a quick response:

[Image ID: The same group text as before now with a new message:

Blaine: Yeah, thanks for showing you care (rolling eyes emoji)

Blaine: Anyways, I’ll think about it, just finished a class and I gotta head home.]

She hits send and backs out of that conversation. She has one more notification which she clicks on leading to a chat titled “Boss Lady”:

[Image ID: A text message chat between two members: Mari and Blaine. The conversation is titled “Boss Lady” and reads as follows:

Mari: Dearie, just wanted to let you know I let a couple of other patrons know about your classes. You might get some new students soon :)

Mari: Payment is due soon! Don’t forget to drop it off!

Blaine: Hey, just wanted to let you know I won’t be in today. Caught something and had to cancel classes.

Mari: Okay, take care of yourself or I’ll lose another paying customer >:(

Mari: Don’t forget to turn in your payment soon. I should be here until the end of the day, but if not just give it to me the next chance you get :D]

Blaine smiles and laughs a little to herself, shutting off her phone’s screen and putting it back in the bag, she grabs a set of keys from inside before slipping the backpack onto her back. Holding the envelope, she heads out the door of her studio. She quickly turns around and locks the door before swinging her bag around and putting the keys away. Then, she walks into the main lobby on the first floor of this building. She walks towards a desk that sits in the middle of the room, just in front of some stairs and facing towards wide windows that lead to a fairly empty street. It was dark outside by now, and it seems that most people were home. Sitting at the desk is a slightly older gnome typing away on an older model desktop. 

The gnome looks up as she hears the door lock and smiles as Blaine approaches, “Ah, I see I did not have to remind you about paying. Never really do, but I have to keep up my reputation of a good building owner somehow,” the older gnome, Mari, says with a slight laugh. Blaine hands over the envelope, which Mari inspects for a moment, before her grin grows, “My, my Ms. Copinhaven, I did not know you and Ms. Azuris were on a first name basis now?” she questions with a teasing lilt in her voice. Blaine’s scales darken once again as she leans over to grab the envelope, however Mari pushes her chair back to remain just out of reach. She chuckles and says, “Now humor an old lady will you, what is this?”

Blaine sighs and droops against the counter she was reaching over, giving up defeat on getting it back for now. She stays there a moment looking mournfully at the envelope before looking at Mari and saying, “It’s nothing really, just… what I might want to say to her… but I'm too nervous to.”

Mari studies her for a moment before slowly rising from her chair, “Well if you’re too nervous and you’ve got it all written out already why don’t we just…” she makes a gesture towards a door opposite of Blaine’s studio which has “Azuris Books” written in swooping letters on the front of it. 

Blaine reacts immediately, “No, no, no, no, no!” she says moving to the opposite end of the counter to stand in front of the other door with her arms outspread, “I’m… I’m not ready for that yet!”

Mari’s smile turns into a softer version of itself as she lowers herself back into the chair and holds the letter out towards Blaine, “Oh you know I’m only teasing hun. But really, such a nice young lamia and a nice young dragonborn, why don’t you take the chance, especially when I am sure,” she says that word in a decisive tone, “that she likes you as well?”

Blaine relaxes, and reaches out to take the envelope back. She looks at it wistfully for a moment, running her thumb over the lettering, “To Glacia'', before looking back up at Mari, “I don’t know it’s just… She’s such a great friend! And, I don’t want to ruin that if she doesn’t like me back. And, and!” she exclaims, “Have you seen her! I just… how could I even begin to try to approach this I just,” she buries her head in her hands, still holding the envelope, and just groans. 

Mari chuckles lightly and replies, “Ah, the troubles of young love. Well, I am sure that you two will figure it out eventually. As for now, I believe you came here for another purpose?” she holds out her hand, waiting. 

Blaine peeks out from under her hands, and sighs. She brings her backpack around front and digs into it for a moment, replacing one envelope with another. She deposits the new envelope into Mari’s awaiting hands who opens it and examines what is inside. She nods seeing the amount on the check inside and says, “Perfect as always, Ms. Copinhaven,” she smiles.

Blaine returns the smile and quickly recloses her bag and swings it around her back. She starts backing towards the exit to the place saying, “Y’know I don’t mind your texts, just don’t hound me like some of the other clients and I’ll be fine. There could be a day where I don’t remember, who knows, though I’ll try to stop that from happening.” She reaches the door, and puts a hand on it, turning back to Mari, “Well it is getting late and I know you would like to probably head home soon, so I wish you a goodbye and a goodnight…” she turns to push the door open, but before she does she turns her head to look at the older gnome one last time with a mischievous smirk on her face, “... Mrs. Gildenbloom.” Blaine makes a hasty exit, hearing a bark of laughter resound behind her and a returned goodnight.

As Blaine steps outside, she is met with the slightly cold night of winter, she breathes out and watches her breath fog up slightly before disappearing. Looking around she sees one other person on the street, heading in the other direction. A lone half-orc who when they see Blaine, nods. Blaine nods back before turning and walking towards her apartment nearby. As she walks, her path is lit by tall lamps that hold magical lights that flickered, but would not go out, even with the breeze. Blaine zones out as she walks, going over in her head the progress of her regular clients, and who might need more help as well as what she should teach in her next class. She walks past stores, apartments and homes. No one is really out and if they are they seem to be seeking to get inside away from the colder weather. Few places are open at this time, some that are open 24/7, others who just normally hold late hours, the lights of these places melding with that already coming from the street lamps. 

A few minutes into her walk, Blaine comes up on an alley and hears a shout and a grunt of pain. She slows, heading to the entrance and making sure that she does not make any noise before peeking around the corner and into the alleyway.  There, she sees the backs of three people. It seems as if they are confronting something past them, and are struggling with whoever or whatever is at the end of the alleyway. The one in the center seems to especially be struggling, and when they move enough, Blaine can see that it looks like they are trying to cover the mouth of a person they are trying to hold down. What Blaine can see from this person they are holding is that they appear to be mostly covered by a dark green hoodie. 

Another of this group held a dagger which appeared to have a glow to it. The final member of the group stood taller than the others and hissed in a low voice at the hooded figure that was struggling, “Cut it out, gooder. We just wanna know who you work for, and where you all work.” They grab at the hood and the figure’s hair and pull their head up, revealing a set of mismatched eyes to Blaine. The third member continues, “You all have taken out too many of my people lately, you and your crew.  I just want some payment for my misfortunes, now ain’t that fair?” The figure in the hood struggles again and manages to kick at the person holding them, allowing them to be dropped for a moment by all members of the group. 

Blaine manages to hear shouting from the figure whose mouth is no longer covered by a hand and which shows a handkerchief covering their mouth with the insignia of a cornacopia on it, “Fuck you and your crew! We’ll clean up your dirty acts soon you!...” and that is all the figure manages before the member of the group that held them is able to get a good grip on them and covers their mouth again. The member of the three that was previously talking, who Blaine now assumes is the one taking point, punches the hooded figure. This causes Blaine to stiffen and almost without thinking, she summons a fireball in her palm which steadily grows as she watches the scene in front of her. 

“Shut it gooder!” the boss member hisses, “Why don’t we show you we are serious? Maybe your dead body will finally encourage this little campaign you got going to step forward and actually confront me.” With this, they step back and nod towards the member that holds the glowing dagger. This member nods in turn and steps towards the once again struggling hooded figure, before raising the dagger. 

Blaine cannot take anymore, “Hey!” she yells, stepping fully into the entrance of the alley. The large fireball now sitting in her hands lights her face in a dramatic way and shows her anger. “Catch!” she calls out as she chucks the ball towards the three members of the group and the hooded figure. The one holding the figure yelps and drops them, leaping out of the way. This knocks the one with the dagger into the giant fireball’s path which hits them head on. They yell as it comes into contact with them, burning their clothes and charring a portion of their chest. They take large, pained breaths for a few moments until they finally drop their dagger and fall unconscious. The boss member looks towards Blaine who already has another fireball at the ready. “If I were you,” she starts, bouncing the fireball between her hands, “I would grab your friends and leave while you still can.”

The leader of the three hisses a quick command at the one that was previously holding the hooded figure. Together, they pick up their fallen partner before heading towards the entrance of the alley. Blaine moves to the side as they approach, giving them room to leave, but still holding her summoned fireball between herself and the three of them. As they finally reach the street, the boss turns back to Blaine and growls out, “You’ll regret this. You just made a bad enemy today, dragonborn.” The three hurry away into the night. Blaine sighs and releases the tension she held in her body. She drops the fireball which dissipates mid-air, as she turns back into the alley to see if the hooded figure needed any help. 

Instead, she turns around to see two different colored eyes staring straight at her, studying her. She sees green-toned skin and dark hair streaked with white. And most prominently, a large flaming sword in this person’s grasp that was pointed straight at her:

[Image ID: An image of a person with a green hoodie on. They have one blue and one green eye. Their skin is light green in tone. They have long dark hair with white running through it and a braid on one side. They have pointed ears, and a slit in one eyebrow. They wear a handkerchief with a symbol of a cornucopia on it. They wear a teal colored necklace. They are holding a sword which is covered in fire.]

Blaine automatically puts up her hands, taking in a sharp breath and looking over this figure. The person wore dark colored jeans that were a loose fit, hiking boots, a dark green hoodie, and a lighter green bandana with a cornucopia that covered the bottom half of their face. Their dark hair streaked with white tumbled out of their hood and had a braid on one side. The two stood looking at each other for a long time, before Blaine decides to break the silence. 

“Hey… um, sorry for scaring you if I did. I just heard a shout? And thought maybe I could help. Didn’t really want anyone to get hurt, y’know I actually work with people to prevent that on a day to day basis, kinda a self-made job really…” she lets her sentence fade with a nervous and awkward laugh. The person in front of her blinks a few times, their hold on the sword shifting but not lowering at all. 

The person finally speaks, their eyes narrowing, “You’re telling me you weren’t with those thugs? You aren’t part of the Gindilian Gang?” they question, sword moving slightly closer to where Blaine is worried the fire might burn her. 

“What? What… no?! I don’t even…” she pauses and thinks a moment before continuing, “I think maybe I heard about them on the news? They’ve been more of a nuisance and… more active lately right?” she questions, the person in front of her giving her a slight nod but still looking suspicious. “But… but no! I do the complete opposite of being in a gang, I run a self-defense course not far from here actually! You don’t have to trust me, I mean, I doubt we’ll meet again, and it’s not like I’m planning to go to the cops or anything, but can you at least believe me enough to not hurt me with that?” she gestures with her head towards the still alight blade practically in her face. The person stares at Blaine some more, trying to judge her intent. Eventually they seem to find their answer and opens their hand, allowing the blade to drop slightly before it dissipates, much as Blaine does with her fireballs. Blaine lets out a short sigh, before stuttering out a startled response as the person moves past them to leave the alley, “Wait! You… you’re okay right? And you’re just going to leave that there?” she gestures to the dagger still glowing faintly on the ground.

The person glances back with a smile that shows in their eyes, “You seem smart, why don’t you keep that. Just know that if you do anything bad with it, and word reaches me, I will come find you. As for me?” they shrug, a playful lilt in their voice, “I’ll be okay. See you around… pal.” They slip off onto the street and quickly moves away from sight as Blaine stands a bit shocked. As she recovers, she glances down at the dagger which has a slight green glow. She bends down and picks it up, testing the weight in her hands. She does a few quick moves with it, before smiling. She swings her backpack around and opens it, finding her spare change of clothing, she wraps her new dagger up before replacing it in the bag and closing it. She shifts the bag back onto her back before heading back out of the alley and heading home as she intended to before. She can’t help but think of the events that happened as she falls asleep that night. 

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Blaine kept the encounter she had in the alley in her mind as weeks passed by. She expressed the importance of self-defense in her classes even more, never revealing exactly what she had experienced, but alluding to it when some of her clients would not take the classes very seriously. She was more alert than ever when traveling around town, especially at night, wondering whether she may run into something like what happened in the alley again. Mira took notice of her caution, asking if she was alright. Blaine would always give a quick answer before all but running out of the door. 

Now, it was a little after two months after the events in the alley, and Blaine was in her office in the back of the studio where she held classes. She sighs, her head held in her hand and clicks on her phone. She scowls as she sees it is now past midnight. Blaine shuffles the papers she was working on regarding finances and customers and puts them neatly away in her desk before gathering her things and stepping into the main lobby area of the building. Mari wasn’t there and it was dark, which made sense considering how late it was. Blaine locked her own studio’s door before heading to the main entrance, pulling out the main door’s keys that Mari gave her for such circumstances. She locked the door behind her, and nodded to herself when she checked to be sure it was for sure locked. Her eyes fell shut slightly as she walked, having not slept too well the night before with nightmares of enchanted daggers and death consuming her sleep. However, just as she was beginning to fall asleep on her feet, she is startled awake by a loud noise. 

Her eyes snap open to see two people darting towards her with lights flashing behind them. Yells and shouts sound from a group behind the two as they run. Blaine froze, not knowing what was going on, but as the two got closer, she recognized something that made her realize that this situation may be more familiar than she first believed. These two people in dark clothes, wore light green handkerchiefs with a cornucopia on them, which covered the bottom halves of their faces. 

Much too quickly, they were upon Blaine, both of them splitting to be on either side of her, and both grabbing one of her arms, dragging Blaine back a couple steps in surprise. Blaine quickly got to her senses and pulled herself away, spinning to face the two. They halt for a second in their running, turning to face Blaine. She quickly notices a few features regarding the two. They both were around the same height and had a bright red tone to their skin. They had dark black hair and horns curling behind their heads which were brightly decorated with jewelry. Their eyes were a deep purple, and they had tails which lagged behind them.

One of them shouts, in a more masculine voice, “We can’t explain, but you must run, now!”

The other chimes in with a more feminine voice, “Yes, unless you wish to be dead, come on!”

They both turn and begin running again. Blaine, looking behind her, did as well as the other group with the lights did not seem too far behind. She managed to catch up to the two dark-clothed people, just managing to keep up with them as they turned down alleys, jumped fences, and hid behind corners until finally they ran into an abandoned building. All was quiet for a few moments, save the breaths the three took, before a pounding of footsteps and shouting of threats passed by. After waiting a few minutes that seemed to stretch far too long, the two people Blaine was following let out twin sighs, signaling that the chase was apparently done. The two looked over to Blaine who was bent over catching her breath, and thinking about what she was once again caught up in. The two were whispering, Blaine not able to make out what it was they were saying. As she straightened, she caught the two looking further into the building, seemingly at nothing, before they look back at her in thought. 

Before any of them could say anything, a person appeared. To Blaine at least, that is entirely what it looked like. A halfling woman with orange hair and patches of different colored skin stood before the three. She looked at the two hooded figures and scolded, “You two not only got found by the Gindilian Gang, almost got caught, but you also managed to bring an un-inducted person to our base?”

One of the two, the one with the slightly more feminine voice, responded, “Well, they probably didn’t know it was our base until you said so Gwen!”

The one with the slightly more masculine voice chimed in, “Yeah, if anything YOU just revealed our base. What a leader, huh?”

The woman took a deep breath in, shutting her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. She was just about to retort, but before she could, another person appeared from halfway into the building. Blaine straightened at the appearance of this new person. Well not new to her. A half-elf stood who had a lighter green skin tone, and had one thing that Blaine would not have forgotten… two different colored eyes. They stared at Blaine for a few moments, before a smile twitched onto their face and they placed their hand on Gwen’s shoulder. Gwen stopped and looked up, ready to snap at whoever interrupted her before realizing who it was. She relaxed, but raised a brow at the half-elf who was looking solely at Blaine.

“Well pal,” they begin, “never truly thought I’d see you around again.” This draws a startled laugh out of Blaine which draws the attention of the other three in the room. 

One of the hooded figures, with a masculine voice, questions, “You know them?” not indicating who they were asking the question to. 

The half-elf ignores the question, stepping forward and offering a hand to Blaine who hesitantly takes it. They squeeze her hand and give it a firm shake before smiling, “Well, maybe it is time to induct some more new people. Especially since this one saved my hide and already knows where the base is.” They look to the people around the room who look slightly shocked but also encouraged at the news. Then, they turn back to Blaine with a wide grin, “So, what do you say, pal. Want to become a ‘gooder’?” Blaine’s eyes widen as she looks at the others. Gwen seems slightly shocked, but smiles at Blaine appreciatively , though Blaine does not understand why. The two figures remove their hoods and handkerchiefs revealing similar looking tieflings, one having part of their head shaved to mark a difference. Both are smiling at Blaine in excitement. 

Blaine looks back to the half-elf and gives her answer. “Well… I suppose why not? But first, what’s your name… pal?” She says this with a growing smile as she gets excited and intrigued by the events happening around her. 

The half-elf looks giddy before turning and motioning for them all to follow. They say over their shoulder, “The name’s Darjo, and more introductions can be made later. For now though… welcome to Bjarga.” Darjo steps further into the building and disappears. Gwen and the other two do as well. Blaine stares at where they all disappeared, before taking a deep breath, and plunging into the unknown.

[miss-floral-thief]

2021, give us deeper pockets

[yunho-1999]

My sweet innocent girl

pairing: badinfluence!beomgyu × virgin!femreader

words: 7.6k+

summary: when your only way of enjoying life is going out at night with beomgyu without your parents knowing. he's a bad influence on you, and he knows, but how can he stay away from you when you're the one coming back to him?

genre: smut

warnings: innocent reader, bimbofication (?), cursing, drug use, alcohol use, sexual harassment (?) (not from Beomgyu tho), protective best friend, creampie, fingering, oral (m + f), praise kink (?), size kink, dry humping, first time, soft!dom gyu, heavy use of nicknames, thigh riding, overstimulation, and probably more

Once again, there you were, waiting. Your bedroom door closed while you waited for your parents to fall asleep so you could go out. It was the only way to have fun.

Your dad was pretty strict with you, and of course, your mom only followed along by his rules. Not really caring. If you had good grades at school and behaved at home, she didn't care about how you got those. At the end of the day she always told you it was your duty.

And for a while you thought that it actually was. That you had to be the perfect little daughter for them. That you had to go along to everything they said. Because if you didn't, you would suffer the consequences.

But that was all before you met Beomgyu. He was your dark angel. At least that's what he liked to call himself. He basically taught you how to actually enjoy your life. Maybe not in the best ways. But still, it was better than staying all day inside your house doing homework or just staring at the ceiling because your parents didn't let you go out.

And just like speaking of the devil, he texted you that same instant. Making you smile widely.

[11:08 pm] beargyu <🐻3: hey baby

[11:08 pm] beargyu <🐻3: are they asleep yet?

[11:09 pm] beargyu <🐻3: we have to leave now, the party is starting and I want to get there as soon as possible

[11:10 pm] y/n: yeah, are you outside?

[11:10 pm] beargyu <🐻3: yeah come out angel I'll be waiting

You couldn't help but smile at his text messages. Your heart always fluttered when he called you those sweet names. You loved it so much. You loved him so much. But you just didn't know it properly.

Beomgyu was the first male friend you've ever had, so you thought those feelings were normal. You never gave it enough attention. As ignoring it was easier. It was always easiest to ignore.

You stood up from your bed grabbing your backpack and then you looked out the window, seeing Beomgyu there. A bright smile appearing on his face once he saw you.

Beomgyu saw you as his very innocent friend. He felt like he had to mentor you through life. He could teach you everything he wanted and you wouldn't even question it. He knew he wasn't the best influence, but it was too late now. He couldn't seem to let you go. He needed you in his life. You made his days better. So he definitely was going to keep you with him for as long as he could. That was bad, and of course he knew. He knew his jealousy towards you was also a problem. But he prefered to leave it aside.

He made a bunch of signs with his hands so you would actually come out. And with a little bit of struggle you jumped out of the window. Relived that your room was on the ground floor. Because if it was in the first floor it would have been a bigger problem to get out.

Once you did you almost ran towards Beomgyu. His larger frame engulfing yours in a tight hug. "I missed you so much" he whispered his cheek now pressed onto the top of your head.

"We saw each other yesterday" you giggled. You couldn't see it, but you knew for sure that the boy was pouting "I know but still. I always miss you" he pulled away gently from the hug to take a proper look at you.

"Are you going to wear that to the party? Don't get me wrong, but your clothes are not really party appropriate" He laughed and you did too "No, don't worry. I have extra clothes here" you showed him the backpack with a little spin "you know my dad makes me wear these dresses like I'm going to church every single day. I hate them." you rolled your eyes.

You absolutely despised those boring looking dresses, they just didn't suit your body type. It made you look like a person wearing a potato sack. And that wasn't cute. At all.

"Thank goodness you don't like them because I was about to tell you that it's the ugliest thing I have ever seen you wear" he grimaced and you giggled "don't worry, I also think that. It's just that I didn't have time to change today before coming out" he nodded "it's fine, at the party you can get changed. Now, let's go"

He held your hand and started taking you to the house that you guessed was the one that was going to be used for the party. It probably belonged to one of Beomgyu's friends. As he had a close friend group of four guys. They were all nice and fun. Which made you enjoy the parties even more.

When you guys arrived the party had barely started so there weren't many people. Beomgyu took you to the bathroom and you quickly changed. Putting on a much more comfortable outfit. That consisted of some black shorts and a oversized white shirt tucked in under your bra so it looked like a crop top. It was simple, but at the same time it made you look way better than before. 

Once you came out of the bathroom your friend started clapping with a big smile in his face "Much much better" he said. You smiled back at him, feeling better by his approval. That always made you happier. "Now let's go and have some fun."

He practically dragged you to the little couch that was placed in the corner of the living room, next to the big glass door that took to the backyard. "Whose house is it again?" you whispered "Taehyun's" he whispered back before sitting down next to his blonde haired friend.

"Hey!" he said happily making the four of them look at both of you "Hey Beomgyu! You brought y/n with you! Hi!" Yeonjun was the first to talk, smiling at you softly before turning his attention to the bag that Soobin was holding. You curiously looked at it too, not really knowing what was inside. They seemed to be weird green tubes. "What's that?" you asked pointing at the bag, all eyes fully on you now.

"It's weed y/n" Beomgyu answered, your mouth quickly forming an 'o' "isn't that illegal?" you asked quite worried, earning a loud laugh from Soobin "yeah, it is. But we're just going to use it to have some fun. So it's okay. Just don't tell anyone" the tallest one warned you and you just nodded gently.

"Angel can you get some drinks for us? They already got theirs so we need to catch up, don't you think?" Beomgyu asked turning his head to look at you "Yeah, I'll go get them" you stood up and walked towards the kitchen. This time it was a little bit harder to walk around house, as more and more people seemed to come in.

Once you did you saw a few bottles of what seemed to be some kind of Whiskey. So you just poured it into some cups and took them back to where Beomgyu and his friends were. But when you were about to reach the couch you felt some hands in your waist, making you stop. You felt extremely uncomfortable by that, and tried to pull away. But the male didn't seem to be affected by that. "Hey doll, what have you got there?" he asked looking at the glass in your hand. Just by his breath you could tell that he was already drunk, which just made you even more uncomfortable. "Nothing for you. Please let me go" the man frowned and pulled you closer "You're not fun" he complained his lips ghosting around your neck "Please leave me alone" you begged once again trying to pull away from him, tears already threatening to fall. "And what if I don't-" "You will."

You looked up just to see Beomgyu standing there his arms crossed. His gaze was something you've never seen before from him. He looked truly angry. Like his eyes would turn red at any second. "Why should I listen to you?" the man gripped you tighter making you grimace. "If you don't let her go I'll beat the shit out of you. Just saying. You can't just grope girls around parties" Beomgyu held onto your arm, finally pulling you away from that man. You held onto him tightly, pressing your face into his chest. Tears streaming down your cheeks. "You guys are no fucking fun, I'm leaving this party. It was lame anyways" you heard the boy say before walking away from there.

Beomgyu now wrapped his arms around you, caressing your hair gently. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you go alone" he whispered and you shook your head "i-it's not y-your fault" you said now trying to contain your sobs and stop crying. Feeling a little pathetic. You were supposed to be having fun, not cry like a little girl. "Let's go back with the boys then, I don't want any more dudes trying to touch you in a weird way." he said while walking towards the backyard.

You frowned a little and then you understood why now you guys headed towards outside. Taehyun, Kai, Soobin and Yeonjun were all there smoking a blunt together. They all had dumb smiles on their faces. And everything seemed to be the funniest thing ever.

Beomgyu sat down next to Soobin and you sat down too. Holding on tightly to your drink. And without thinking much you took a sip of it. Feeling the burning sensation down your throat. You hated it so much. But at the same time, you felt more loose and free when you drank. You had less worries. And that definitely was an advantage.

"Here" Yeonjun passed the blunt to Beomgyu and he immediately inhaled a good amount before passing it to Tae. Without warning Gyu held onto your face with one of his hands, making you look at his face. Soobin soon caught on on what Beomgyu wanted to do so he decided to help his friend with it. "Open your mouth y/n" he indicated and you did. Soon enough Beomgyu exhaled a good amount of the smoke into your mouth "now inhale" you heard once more an instruction and you did as he told you. That was one thing that you did well, following instructions.

Beomgyu couldn't help but smile once he saw your confused expression. "You're so cute" he said before taking a sip of the drink you got for him.

You started feeling a little weird, like your body didn't really belong to you. It was strange. You also felt more calm, your eyelids closing for maybe too many seconds. But you still didn't want to sleep. The night just started.

You gave your drink another sip and then noticed how all the boys were looking at you. "What is it?" you asked confused while tilting your head, the simple action making you whince in pain. "Wanna play truth or dare?" Hueningkai spoke up and you just nodded slightly. Wanting to do something fun.

"Y/n truth or dare?" Yeonjun asked, a mischievous smile all over his face. If you were sober right now you would question why he was being like that. But you weren't. So you didn't even notice the glances the boys were giving each other.

"Truth" you answered, as you felt too tired to do anything that involved too much movement. "who would you like to kiss from the five of us?" you immediately frowned hearing those words, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment "I can't answer that!" you complained shaking your head "If you don't you have to do a dare" Yeonjun whined back crossing his arms. The two of you acting like children.

You sighed and then looked down, playing with the grass. Not really knowing what to do. A dare was way more dangerous. And you knew. "Come on y/n! Answer it!" you heard Kai say "Beomgyu" you said nonchalantly and the boy looked at you "what is it?" he asked confused, thinking you called out his name because you felt uncomfortable "no- I mean I would kiss you" you suddenly became shy. Not really believing what you just said. You took another sip of the drink, trying to ease your mind. It was only a game right? You had nothing to worry about.

Beomgyu had a proud smile on his face, as he honestly was expecting that answered from you. He was the one that met you first anyways. You trusted him the most. So he wasn't expecting any other answer.

"You see! It wasn't that hard" Yeonjun laughed and then nudged your shoulder. He placed the blunt on your lips, telling you to inhale and exhale just like Soobin did before. "Here, this will help you calm down a little. Let you get loose. Make your shyness disappear" he said in a happy voice. Making you trust him.

Once you did what he told you, your body felt more relaxed. You indeed felt more loose. A smile appearing on your face.

"It's your turn to ask" Taehyun reminded and you looked around, not knowing who to ask. "Soobin truth or dare?" "Dare!" he said excited already waiting for you to give him some orders "Pour 10 different drinks into your cup and drink it" you noticed what seemed to be disappointment in Soobin's face. You didn't really understand why he felt like that. Maybe he wanted another type of dare. But that was just the one you thought about.

Time passed by quite fast as you guys kept playing truth or dare, drinking and even smoking weed.

The thought of your parents discovering everything made you laugh. They would definitely throw a tantrum about it. Critique you in every possible way. Probably even think of disowning you. But you didn't care. Right now you didn't care about anything. You finally felt free. A big smile decorating your lips.

It was already 4 am so Beomgyu decided to take you home before your dad woke up to work at 6. And as much as he loved spending time with you, he didn't want to get you in trouble. He still had to protect you. Filling in his Dark Angel persona. He took you to the party, made you do things that were considered bad, but at the end of the day he protected you. He took care of you in the most subtle ways. So subtle you almost didn't notice.

"Here we are babe" he said ready to hug you so he could go back home, but you weren't ready for that. You wanted to spend more time with him.

"Can you stay? For a bit only. Please." Your eyes looked glossy. Begging your friend to keep you company for a few more minutes. "How could I say no when you're looking at me like that" he held your cheeks with both of his hands and you smiled. Admiring his soft features under the moonlight. He looked so beautiful like that. Just like an angel. Your angel.

You both entered your room, helping each other as neither of your limbs were functioning properly. On the process Beomgyu knocked a bunch of things over, making them fall to the ground. You started laughing quietly with him, telling the inanimate objects to shut up. Hoping that your parents wouldn't wake up by that.

You laid down on your bed, and your friend did the same. Turning over to the side so he could see you properly. You looked so beautiful like that. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. You were like a painting, a piece of art.

He scanned your face carefully. Taking in every single detail. The way your eyes shined, the way your face was slightly red from the alcohol in your body, and the way your lips were curled upwards at the end. Making you look serene. And out of nowhere the urge to kiss you came into his mind. Your lips looking way too tempting.

"y/n." he called out and you turned your head. Your full attention on him. "Did you really mean that you would like to kiss me?" the question caught you off guard. Your head not fully capable of processing things at the moment. "Yeah" you blurted out. Your shyness not even near. Making you seem confident. When inside, you were a nervous wreck.

"Oh really?" he smiled his hand now on your cheek. Caressing your skin with his thumb he leaned closer to you "Then why don't we do it?" he questioned tilting his head "w-what?" "yeah, think about it. If you want to kiss me, I'll let you do it." He had that snug smirk on his face, looking a little bit too tempting.

But soon enough you started to become insecure. You had never done these kind of things before. You never kissed someone before. And you didn't know how to do it. Just like a mind reader, Beomgyu seemed to notice your sudden change. Catching up on what was happening to you.

"You have never kissed someone before,  is that right? Is that what worries you angel?" you nodded upon hearing his words. "I'll teach you then" he smiled, trying to make you feel better. You had nothing to be ashamed of in his eyes. It was completely normal that you didn't experience those things. Especially with your strict parents controlling everything.

Beomgyu wouldn't admit it out loud. But the idea of being your first kiss excited him. He knew how innocent you were. And he liked that a lot. He liked the idea of teaching you things. Corrupting your mind until you finally understood everything.

"Would you do that for me?" your eyes seemed to shine way more now. Brighter than all the starts in the sky. "Of course I would angel. I love helping you" he pulled you closer to him. Not moving his hand away from your cheek.

"First you should pucker up your lips," his hand was now near your lips, squishing the area slightly so they looked pouty, just how he wanted "then you close your eyes," he moved his hand so he could close your eyelids gently. Being as careful as possible with you. "and lastly, you just go with the flow. Get carried away. Follow your instincts"

His lips pressed onto yours. And your heart couldn't be beating any faster. This moment seemed surreal. Like a dream. The best dream you've ever had.

But at the same time, you were nervous. Nervous he would regret this later. Beomgyu was the type to do things out of impulse, and that scared you.

"Hey, relax. It's me" he whispered softly as he noticed your nervousness. And when he kissed you again. You finally let go. Kissing him back, trying your best. Not wanting to dissapoint him. You wanted to enjoy the moment as much as you could.

His hand felt rough against your soft skin. Contrasting both of your personalities. He was bolder, braver, not scared to do things for fun. And you, well, you were well behaved, shy, and absolutely terrified of making mistakes and disappointing people around you.

"Are you sure this is your first kiss?" he asked pulling away, his forehead now pressed against yours "y-yeah" you could barely speak properly. Still not believing what happened. "Well, you did amazing angel" he smiled at you, his thumb caressing your cheek as gentle as he could.

He took in every detail of your face once more, noticing now how red your cheeks looked and how puffy your lips were. Making him want to kiss you once more. But he didn't. He didn't want to take things too far. Not today. With just a simple kiss he was more than satisfied.

"I need to leave now my pretty" his fingers wandered around your hair, ending up tucking a few strands behind your ear. "We'll see each other tomorrow right?" you asked a hint of desperation in your voice. Making Beomgyu laugh "Of course baby. I promise that tomorrow we'll see each other. I will pick you up at school. How does that sound?" he pecked your nose "It sounds fantastic!" you said a little bit too loud. Beomgyu shushing you.

"Sorry, sorry" you giggled and then after a while, he let go. Standing up carefully. Caressing your head one last time before leaving. Leaving you there with the biggest smile on your face.

You held onto your pillow where Beomgyu's head was a few moments ago. Hugging the object as tight as you could, burying your face in it. Feeling as happy as ever.

You just had your first kiss. With your first love. Who just happened to be your best friend. Wasn't it perfect?

At least to you, it was. You couldn't ask for anything more. His lips still lingering on your mind. They felt so soft against yours. Like clouds brushing against you. And his hands. His touch on your cheek just made your heart almost jump out your chest.

You wanted more. But you knew that it probably wouldn't happen again. So you just had to keep those precious memories in your mind.

That was something you definitely wouldn't forget.

The next day you told everything to Ryujin, your school friend. 

"Oh my God y/n! I didn't think you would do something like that! You're getting bolder girl" she said smiling nudging your shoulder gently. "I like it" she laughed gently and then looked at the gate seeing Beomgyu there. "Your prince charming is waiting for you, go, go! text me later okay?" you nodded at her words "I will, see you tomorrow!" you waved goodbye and then walked away with the brightest small.

You practically ran towards your best friend, giving him the biggest of hugs. "Hi angel, you missed me didn't you?" he laughed thinking you were extremely adorable "of course I did, I always do" you said quoting the same thing he said to you yesterday. "I'm glad you missed me, because I missed you too, so much" he pinched your cheeks making you scrunch your nose.

"Where are we going today?" you asked extremely excited. He held one of your hands and started walking. "Well I was thinking maybe we can go to that restaurant nearby? The one with the flowers and all of that" you frowned a little a mischievous smile on your face "are you taking me on a date?" you asked teasingly.

Beomgyu stopped for a second, a nervous smile on his face "A-a date? Well, yeah- you could say that. Yeah. A date. Sounds cute" it was the first time you ever saw Beomgyu stammer on his words. And that worried you. Thinking that what you said made him uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said that" you mumbled. Noticing Beomgyu shake his head abruptly "No, no. Why are you saying sorry? You said nothing wrong y/n. I was just flustered. That's it" he smiled at you, trying to make you feel better.

You nodded at his words. Glad that you didn't ruin the mood with the sudden words that came out your mouth. Maybe you were going too far. Too carried away by your feelings and what happened last night.

"So, how was your day princess?" he asked making you look at him "It was great! Today I had an exam but it went really well. I think I'll get a good grade. At least I hope so" he had a proud look on his face, caressing your head lovingly "I'm so proud of you y/n, I bet you're going to have the best grade. Because you're my smart girl"

You smiled widely at his words, feeling like the happiest person alive. Whenever Beomgyu told you that he was proud of you, it made you actually feel satisfied by your hard work. No one ever told you that, not even your parents. So having him, telling you that, and also that you were doing a good job, simply making you happy.

Beomgyu knew the situation at your home wasn't the best. Not because your parents treated you badly. They just weren't there enough. Making you feel quite lonely almost all the time. That's why you found shelter and comfort in Beomgyu. He was always there for you when you needed him, he was your safe place. The one that made your days better. He was perfect. And you loved him so much it was insane. Not even you could describe your true feelings for him.

"we're here babe, let's go inside" he pulled you into the restaurant. The smell of pasta invaded your senses, and your stomach couldn't help but growl.

Beomgyu chuckled, placing his hand on your abdomen "someone's hungry" he said and then pulled you to a table. Making you sit down with him. 

After a few minutes you guys ordered two plates. Enjoying the time together. 

You talked about trivial things, remembering old memories from your childhoods. And even talking about the day both of you met. Making everything seem like a real date.

But you knew it wasn't. He was only being nice to you. He was your friend. Your best friend. And you had to get that inside your head as fast as possible. Because your feelings growing deeper for Beomgyu would only cause problems.

After eating both of you decided to go to your house. As your parents wouldn't be home until late at night. 

"Are we staying in your room?" he asked while sitting down on your bed.

You nodded at his words, turning on the tv that was there. "Yeah, it's my comfortable space in this house. Also, if my parents decide to come earlier you have an easier escape route" you laughed, making Beomgyu chuckle.

"That's true" he looked at you and then at the screen "Let's watch that movie that you wanted to see with me" he mentioned, remembering that one time you told him about 'The Corpse Bride' and how he NEEDED to watch it.

"Oh, yeah, it seems like a great idea" you nodded immediately putting on the movie with an exited smile.

You sat down on Beomgyu's lap, to see the movie better. Making the boy behind you suddenly feel nervous.

Usually he was very good at controlling himself with you. But after last night's kiss he was going practically insane. Thoughts of you underneath his body invading his mind. He wanted to kiss you again. And maybe go even further if you let him. 

His hand sneakily went towards your waist, as he started caressing it gently. Noticing goosebumps on your legs starting to form. He smiled to himself, not moving his hand away.

"y/n" he whispered gently, his breath making you feel nervous. "y-yeah?" you asked turning your head slightly.

"can you turn around please? I want to look at you in the face" he played with the hem on your shirt, suppressing the urge to pull it over your head.

You almost asked him why, but you didn't want to waste the opportunity. So you simply turned around. Your arms now wrapping around his shoulders.

"You look so beautiful today..." one of his fingers traced your jaw, making you almost gasp for air. He didn't know why, but he needed more from you.

"Gyu..." you mumbled, feeling bold now. As you learned from him 'if you aren't brave, you won't get the things that you want. I rather take risks than to lament it later' "C-can we kiss again? Please"

Your puppy eyes almost made Beomgyu bust right there. How could you look so innocent and pretty? It was impressive.

"Of course we can baby"

Those words were more than enough. And you didn't hesitate, now leaning closer to Beomgyu.

He wasted no time, pressing his lips with yours. This kiss feeling different than the last one. It felt more passionate. Less lovey-dovey. Just a lustful kiss.

He bit down your lower lip gently, making you whimper. He took that opportunity to let his tongue past your lips and into your mouth. The new feeling making you exited.

He was definitely dominating over you in the kiss, his experience making it easier for him to do that.

When neither of you could breathe anymore he pulled away, pressing his forehead with yours, smiling to himself. Admiring how pretty you looked like that, your puffy lips so pretty and red.

But you weren't so happy, a weird feeling had invaded your whole body. Making you feel hot and bothered. Specially down there. You didn't know why that was happening, but you definitely needed his help.

"Gyu... It feels weird. M-my body feels weird- h-help me" you whimpered holding onto his shoulders, your head falling onto his chest.

Beomgyu couldn't help but bite his lower lip at that. The fact that you didn't know what was happening to you made him go ferral. The guttural feel of having to ruin you invading his mind.

But he knew he couldn't do that. He had to control himself. You were a virgin after all, his innocent girl. He couldn't simply get off with you how he wanted. At least not yet.

"Straddle my thigh baby" he whispered and you did exactly what he asked, your head now lifted, looking at him. Both of you more than glad that you were wearing a skirt.

"Okay- now slowly move your hips" his hands on your waist helped you move, making you let out soft moans, the friction of your panties against his jeans feeling too good.

"F-feels good-" you managed to say with difficulty your hands gripping tighter around his shoulders.

"It does?" he asked with a smile on his face. He moved one of his hands away from your waist, as he had the urge to caress your head, wanting to make you feel loved.

You nodded gently, bucking your hips faster, wanting to feel more of that pleasure.

A strange like knot started forming on your lower abdomen, you didn't even know how to describe it. But you felt like you needed to release something. 

"gyu, gyu, gyu, something- something's coming- f-feels good, b-but weird" your head fell onto his chest as you kept moving, now feeling how he tensed his thigh, helping you chase your release.

"It's normal baby, just let yourself go" and just like that you came undone.

Your legs started trembling and you couldn't stop moaning and chanting Beomgyu's name over and over.

Your sounds were like sweet cries, making him smile, enjoying the sight of you panting against his chest. That was probably your first ever orgasm. And he had helped you with it. Proud was an understatement of how he felt at the moment. 

He started caressing your back gently trying to make you calm down a little from your high. His head was rambling about what he should do next, not knowing if it was a good idea to go further.

"g-gyu" your voice distracted him from his thoughts "w-what about you...?" you asked gently. Your hand going down from his shoulder to the prominent bulge in his pants.

"It's okay baby, I'm fine" he kissed your forehead moving your hand away. But you immediately frowned, shaking your head. "N-no. I- I want to help you too. Wanna make you feel good" you tried to sound as bold as possible, but to Beomgyu, it sounded as the cutest thing ever.

"Are you sure?" he tilted his head, his hand on your cheek now. Caressing the skin with his thumb.

"Yes. Please let me help you too" you pouted, puppy eyes shining more than ever. Making Beomgyu almost grunt.

He simply nodded, giving you the green light to do something to help him. Your hand moved again to the area, and you started taking off his belt clumsily. He helped you with that, pulling down his pants and underwear.

You looked at it with awe, as you had never seen one so close and all hard like that. As the only ones you actually saw were from your biology textbooks. And in all honesty, they couldn't compare.

Beomgyu's length was impressive, it looked almost perfect. It wasn't too thick or to thin, it really was the perfect size. But at the same time, it looked big. Really matching up to the owners height.

Your trembling hand went to hold it. Your small hands barely even capable to wrap around it. And then you looked at him, just to see Beomgyu looking directly at you. A look in his eyes that you've never seen before.

"Move your hand baby. Up and down-" he placed his hand on top of yours, making you move yours "just like this" 

You nodded and when he took his hand away you kept moving yours. Just as he taught you. Speeding up a bit. Earning a moan from the boy.

You smiled at that, proud of yourself, as you were making him feel good. 

"B-baby- w-would you like to make me feel even better..?" he just wanted to have your mouth around his length. That was enough for him, at least for today it would be enough.

"yes" you nodded eagerly. He immediately manhandled you so you were now between his legs on all fours.

"I'm going to ask you to use your mouth" you tilted your head, wanting him to explain further "just- suck on it. Like a popsicle"

Shyly you held it once more, now nearing his cock. You started giving it kitten licks, a few kisses too. Before shoving a little bit into your mouth. Struggling.

"Hollow your cheeks, and use your tongue" he instructed and you did just what he said.

You could hear some grunts and pants coming from Beomgyu, and that just motivated you into going faster. Your head bopping up and down with more ease now. As you got used to the size.

What you still couldn't do properly was shove it all inside your mouth. So you pumped with your hand what didn't fit.

His hands went to your hair, gripping it gently. Not wanting to hurt you. Even if he wanted to shove everything into your mouth, he wouldn't do it. He wanted to control himself as much as possible.

Soon he felt like cumming, so he told you to pull away, but you didn't. You kept moving your head, until warm liquid spread all over the inside of your mouth.

You pulled away after that, looking up at your best friend before swallowing.

"D-did you swallow it?" he asked almost gasping "y-yeah... I didn't want to spit it out. It would just make a mess" you answered feeling guilty. Maybe he didn't want that.

"You're amazing. I swear" he smiled at you and you did the same "thank you" you mumbled.

"No. Thank yo-"

"Y/n! Where are you sweetie?"

And just like that, the moment was ruined.

Your mom apparently had come over earlier, making both you and Beomgyu panic.

"I'm in my room, I just took a shower so I'm changing! I'll be out in a minute" you lied standing up from your bed looking at Beomgyu with desperate eyes.

The boy quickly stood up, pulling his pants up and buckling his belt as fast as he could. "See you tomorrow baby" he whispered before going out through the window. Almost running away from there. A smile all over his lips.

He was definitely going to tell what happened to his friends.

There you were. On Beomgyu's house. sitting on top of him.

You had told your parents that you were staying over at Ryujin's house for the night. Because you needed to do a project. And they miraculously believed it. Letting you stay there.

His hands caressed the skin under your shirt as you kissed. Enjoying the feeling of his warm hands all over your body.

"Gyu" you whined while looking at him, a smirk decorating his lips "what's wrong pretty girl?" he asked, almost in a mocking tone.

"n-need you" you practically begged, moving your hips as you did yesterday.

When Beomgyu left yesterday you decided to do a little research about sex. And how it could go down. Even watching some porn. It shocked you a bit the things that they did. But for some reason, you wanted to try them too.

"Need me? How baby?" he kept teasing, making you whine even more "Gyu, you know how please" you held onto his shirt tightly.

"If I knew I wouldn't be asking angel" he smirked at you and you just pouted "n-need you down there- you know- just do something, please. Make it feel good"

Without warning you Beomgyu laid you down his bed, his lips attacking your neck, carefully kissing the area.

His kisses traveled down, your shirt making it too hard for him to kiss you where he wanted.

"Can I take your shirt off baby?" he questioned looking up at you. You immediately nodded, not even hesitating anymore. Just wanting to feel him.

He pulled the piece of fabric over your head and immediately smiled, admiring your soft skin and pink bra. Making you truly look like his innocent angel.

"Gosh, you're so beautiful..." he whispered and then started kissing down your collar bones, leaving little marks. Knowing that with a shirt on they wouldn't be visible. So it wouldn't get you in trouble.

His hands went to the straps of your bra, and he looked at you once more, looking for consent. You smiled at him, giving a small nod.

You appreciated his tenderness with you, as he knew you were a virgin. And he didn't want to hurt you, or even traumatize you in your first time.

He wanted to be calm and controlled. To make you feel good and enjoy it as much as possible.

Even if the thought of corrupting you turned him on so much, he just couldn't go all wild on you without your consent.

"What's wrong...?" you asked while frowning, noticing Beomgyu's concerned face. "I just- I want to make this special... It's your first time, and I don't want to ruin it" he looked up, pouting.

"Oh Gyu, could you be even more perfect?" you caressed his hair softly "Don't worry, I'm okay, I want to do this. You're the only person I trust enough. So please, don't hold back, let go"

That was more than enough for Beomgyu to stop being so careful with you. If you were okay with it. He wouldn't hold back. The beast inside of him finally going free.

His kisses became sloppier as he went further down, now trapping one of your nipples between his teeth, sucking on it. Earning a row of moans from you.

He kept biting, sucking and kissing all over your breasts and cleavage area, leaving behind pretty red and purple hickeys.

He quickly took off your shorts and underwear, making you feel a sudden shyness that wasn't there before. Your cheeks turning a reddish color. 

This was the first time ever someone else saw you naked. And for some reason you felt insecure. What if didn't like your body?

"You're so fucking perfect I swear" he said as if he was reading your mind. Making all your worries wash away. "Can you open your legs for me angel? please"

You did as he asked, opening your legs slightly. But that wasn't enough for Beomgyu, so he spread your legs wider his hands on both of your thighs. Keeping them open for him. 

He kissed the inner part of your thigh, making you shiver. The feeling too new to be familiar.

He moved upwards leaving sweet pecks behind, until he finally reached your sensitive area.

Beomgyu looked up at you, wanting to see your reaction. But he found you closing your eyes, mouth wide open letting out soft whimpers. "Look at me angel" he demanded, that earning him a whine from you while you shook your head "can't" you whispered.

"I said look at me." his tone more dominant now, making you open your eyes slowly as you looked down at him, a pout on your lips.

He smirked at you before kitty licking your cunt, making you moan, your eyes almost betraying you.

Beomgyu kept going at it, his licks more bold now, even sucking on your clit from time to time. Enjoying the faces, and sounds you made. That just encouraged him to keep going. 

The feeling was nearly overwhelming you, everything was too new, too pleasurable, it was just amazing. 

" ‘m cumming gyu-" you warned, your hands tangling up on his hair. That made the boy go harder, sucking harshly on your sensitive nub.

You nearly screamed as your orgasm hit you, your body shaking as you bucked you hips upwards. Beomgyu held you down by your hips, smiling at you.

What surprised you the most is that your best friend didn't stop, he just kept going, oversimulating you.

"S-stop- no more-" you shook your head various times "‘ ‘s too much-" you tried to pull him away by the hair, but it didn't work. He immediately gripped your wrists with one of his hands making sure they were kept away from his head.

"I need to prepare you well baby. Don't you want me to be inside you?" he tilted his head, his tone filled with mockery making you want to hit him softly. He was so annoying at times.

"I-I do- but this is too much please-" you begged between moans, looking at the boy with big doe eyes.

He payed no attention to your words, his mouth working on you even faster than before.   

Beomgyu decided that this was the right time to prep you, stretch you out for his size, so it wouldn't hurt too much. He finally stopped using his mouth on you. Now nearing his fingers to your core.

"Relax baby, I'm going to push it in okay?" you nodded gently. He slowly started pressing his digit into you, making you close your eyes tightly. 

"Does it hurt?" he asked concerned "n-not much- i-it's fine" you answered breathing heavily.

"Tell me if it starts hurting baby" his finger started moving making you squirm under his touch. It felt so new, in a good way. It felt somewhat uncomfortable, but it also sent pleasurable shockwaves through all your body.

Beomgyu kept moving his finger gently, and soon you felt another of his fingers slither inside of you.

"A-ah-" you held onto his wrist and looked down at him "Did I hurt you baby? I'm sorry" he pouted resting his head on your thigh "N-no it's fine. It just surprised me" your hand went towards his head and you started caressing his hair.

"Then I'm going to keep going princess" he started moving his fingers once again, this time he moved them faster, making you moan as loud as ever.

After a few minutes Beomgyu felt that you were streched enough. So he pulled his fingers away, and you whined looking at him with puppy eyes.

"Calm down baby" he laughed caressing your cheek "you're going to get something way better.

You could feel the way he pressed his tip on your entrance, and just by that felt, you already knew it would be way different than his fingers.

"Are you really sure about this?" he asked one last time "Yes, yes, more than sure, please Gyu, please" you looked into his eyes desperately.

"Whatever my angel wants, she gets" he started pushing into you kissing your lips to distract you from the unknown stretch.

"Fuck- feels so big- so full" you mumbled against his lips, that boosted Beomgyu's ego. "It does baby? Does it feel good too?" he started moving slowly, making you loose your breath.

"y-yeah- oh god" you covered your face with your arms while moaning. Your mind starting to become foggy. Words escaping the only thing that you could think of was Beomgyu. And how good he was making you feel.

He moved faster now, picking up his pace quite fast. Wanting to ruin you. He wanted to corrupt you. Ruin your good girl mind. Make you whine and moan only for him.

"Do you like it angel?" he asked between grunts "yeah, yeah, so- so much" you nodded various times, chanting 'yes' many times.

"Did I fuck you stupid already?" he laughed at you when you just nodded again, probably not even knowing what he asked.

You looked so pretty to him like that, all fucked out, mouth open while pretty sounds escaped you, it all felt so good. Even better than what he had imagined. Because it would be a lie if he said that he didn't think about this before. Specially the kiss you two shared. 

"gyu-gyugyu m' cu-" before you could even finish your sentence Beomgyu started moving faster, making you practically scream. Orgasm hitting you so hard you couldn't even process it well. Everything going too fast.

Beomgyu couldn't help but cum too when your walls clenched tightly around him.

You could feel his warm liquid, and he smiled at you, enjoying the feeling of being burried deep inside while both of you rode of your orgasms.

He carefully pulled away once he was finishes, and laid down next to you. Immediately you snuggled to his side, burring your face in the space between his neck and shoulder.

"Did you enjoy it baby?" 

"I loved it Gyu, thank you"

And just like that both of you fell asleep together.

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[teecupangel]

Desmond just waiting for them to come home

Alternate version: what Ezio saw after storming the Borgia stronghold holding Desmond hostage

From @zero-saito

Holy shit this is adorable!! Tiny desmond with his ancestors!! If desmond showed up early for ezio then he’d be plush sized for pettrutio. Would Des still have his hidden blade?

From @thedragonqueen1998

@zero-saito That would be adorable and i honestly like him without any sort of arms. The among us guys killing animations are cool, but they look wrong with hands. XD Though, if hes an imposter bean, he could do the spear tongue thing to do harm. But i honestly like the idea that Desmond is basically completely harmless and he feels so bad about it and the ancestors just dont know why their little bean seems so sad so often.

From @zero-saito

@thedragonqueen1998 aww poor baby!! No wonder he’s so sad!! He can still kick people and knock things over, he knocks pots over onto the guards. Mostly gets left at home tho. Poor guy, no wonder he’s crying so much!!!

From @thedragonqueen1998

@zero-saito yes!!! And the ancestor is trying so hard to cheer him up too!

From @zero-saito

@thedragonqueen1998 actually, you know what would be funny, if Desmond did have a mouth with his imposter form then he can pick up small knives and hold him in his mouth. Kind of like that one dog with the mace or the sword. Kinda flailing  around lol

From @thedragonqueen1998

@zero-saito oh, that gave me the mental image if the video with the guy making a knife wielding tentacle. XD Both cute and horrifying!

From @zero-saito

@thedragonqueen1998 xD it is!!! Lol ancestors don’t know which one to feel but it certainly would be a good surprise for Templars

From @thedragonqueen1998

@zero-saito indeed! Just this tiny thing running after you, flailing a knife around. XD Same vibe as being chased by a spider or snake.

From @zero-saito

@thedragonqueen1998 at that point the imposter tongue and teeth would be enough to scare people 😂

I love the idea of Desmond just brandishing a knife around but may I suggest an alternative:

Hidden backpack blade.

And it's larger than the backpack itself so people are confused how it could be that big XD

Desmond dies, ends up in the past but becomes a crewmate from among us! Just thinking of space bean! Desmond hiding in the assassin's hood gives me life (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍)..... orrr he's secretly an imposter who doesn't know he's one who then stabbed a templar because he felt like it

I kinda wanna draw Desmond doing an Assassination as an amongus but I didn't have any more time left for today sooooo...

Have this amongus!Desmond with a mini-amongus!Altaïr.

The idea is that the mini-amongus will keep following Desmond and would keep changing into any of his ancestors as 'it' has taken Desmond's Bleeding Effect so Desmond is 100% sane.

Only...

He's technically an imposter as he's not from the Among Us universe and can kill anyone using his hidden blade that just appears out of nowhere.

The Among Us crew members are all employees of Abstergo, the ship is meant to colonize a peaceful planet and Desmond is venting and killing to save an innocent civilization from the incoming missionaries of colonization and capitalism.

[moider-time]

Okay, headcannons for the group adopting a panther cub and thinking it's a normal cat until it got bigger? (Also the cub loves Steven and will snuggle up with him)

Ok all of y'all's animal asks are honestly the highlight of my day. They're just so imaginative and fun so thanks. And is this a Clifford reference? I hope so;

Ok so Pantera (I recently watched Bleach, don't blame me) is a runaway from animal traffickers.

Moon Knight heard about them and dealt with them before giving the animals over to the correct people but she got away in all the chaos.

Marc finds her sleeping in an abandoned warehouse a couple days later when he's going after some drug containments.

Steven begged him a bit and Pantera came home with them.

"Only for a little while! Okay Steven?"

"Yes! Thanks Marc!"

"How long do you think you're gonna be able to hold onto that, Spector?"

"Shut up Jake."

And Jake was right. Marc caved like a wet piece of tissue when Steven asked to keep her.

Pantera fucking adores Steven. It's like she worships the ground he walks on.

She follows him everywhere; to the kitchen, to collect his mail and he has to lock the doors so she doesn't follow him into the bathroom or to work.

Layla buys him one of those pet backpacks that allow him to take her to shops cause whenever he's gone, she yells her head off.

They all don't realise that she's growing a bit too big until Jake looks up the normal size of a panther and they realize that she's quite a bit bigger than that.

I hc her to be an alien cat. Like Goose from Captain Marvel (not the same species tho)

Khonshu just mentions it offhand and when they're all like ??? he's like "oh I thought y'all knew"

Pantera continues to act like a kitten tho. Like she doesn't realise her own strength.

She nearly took Marc's head off when she playfully swiped at him.

Layla has to summon her suit to be able to lift Pantera for her bath.

Also they'd definitely have to bathe her somewhere outside. She is too damn big for Steven's apartment.

She still loves snuggling with Steven even though he's wheezing throughout it cause she's crushing his lungs.

[yamalegacy]

some headcanons for some of my favourite tiny queens with a tall s/o. should be gn!reader unless i’ve accidentally missed something!

genre: general, fluff

characters: tsuyu, ochaco, mei, mina, mirko

cw: n/a

FROPPY ( asui tsuyu )

she may be a frog, but she will, without a doubt, turn into quite the clingy koala around you, sometimes you’re not sure if you have a girlfriend of a human-sized backpack

when winter comes, tsuyu just hides in your coat, yes, even when you’re already in your coat. anything to keep warm

her height has never been a problem to her, she’s just never minded because whatever her arms can’t reach her tongue can

height doesn’t matter much to her and she’ll act the same around you no matter how tall (or not) you are

if you have enough strength to handle her weight for a while, she will quite literally climb you like a tree and settle on your shoulders to get a better look at her surroundings on missions

tsuyu is the perfect pocket girlfriend and you can easily protect her by wrapping your arms around her. she just disappears in your embrace and also disappears in your clothes

smallest hoodie thief; she’ll wear your hoodies like dresses whenever she’s chilling at home, especially if you can’t be there with her because then she can still have a part of you and stay warm

URAVITY ( uraraka ochako )

ochaco is the perfect tiny teddy bear girlfriend to your tall teddy bear self. her tiny self melts your big heart with how precious she is

doesn’t matter what your chest looks like, if her face is right against it when you hug her, she will die inside and get flustered, but she might also be so embarrassed by how much she’s blushing that she won’t want to move away

just wrap your arms around her and rest your chin of the top of her head. she could fall asleep standing up when you do

she’s kind, caring and a bit motherly in nature, so the height difference can make it awkward for her to take care of you

as someone who doesn’t like to spend money on too many things, she will raid your closet and you don’t mind at all because she looks so adorable in your clothes that you can’t say anything

the first time she slept over at your place and had to borrow some of your clothes to sleep in, you both died. ochaco because she was wearing your things and you because well, ochaco is the prettiest girl ever

the sweater paws? so precious you could die! and it stops her from accidentally using her quirk

HATSUME MEI

is she really tiny? her personality and enthusiasm are so big that it really doesn’t feel like she is tiny. at all.

mei doesn’t hesitate to use her inventions babies to make the height difference between the two of you disappear

you can’t count on your fingers how many times the two of you have gotten hurt because things went awry with a levitation device or some crazy stilts to make her as tall as you

it’s okay tho, mei has years of experience when it comes to treating small wounds since she always gets hurt while working on her babies, and she’s straddle your lap to take care of any scrap on your face

mei loves to cuddle with you because you can lie down together and there’s just no need to think about breaking your neck and back to lean down

you love it because she lets you rest your head on her chest and you can listen to her heart beat. it’s very nice and comfortable. until she gets an idea out of nowhere and needs to get out of bed to work it out

mei actually genuinely enjoys when you hug her from behind and rest your chin on her shoulder or head when she’s working, she says it keeps her grounded

PINKY ( ashido mina )

mina is as playful as she is tiny, and that’s a whole lot

even if she’s the tiny one, she will be the one teasing you because you’re her favourite tree and her favourite giraffe

she probably won’t ever stop to ask you how the weather is up there, especially if it annoys you whenever she does

don’t tease her back by ignoring her and pretending that you can’t see her because she’s too small because she will absolutely just violently poke you in the ribs and it will hurt

mina will absolutely tackle you down so that she can kiss you, no hesitation, won’t care how you land

be ready to become her personal pillow/blanket/mattress depending on her mood because she will use your body for warmth and comfort

loves to go shopping with you because you can reach high shelves for her and she’s a lot of fun to be around so you don’t mind being her assistant when you go out together

you don’t have a wardrobe. it’s hers. don’t try to stop her it’s a lost cause. just hand over the clothes she wants.

MIRKO ( usagiyama rumi )

the definition of “i’ll strangle you” “can you even reach my neck?”

rumi does not stand for tall rights. fuck tall rights, because tall people suck and they shouldn’t ever be allowed to exist in the same room as her.

that being said, she loves you anyway and you should count yourself lucky

when she’s annoyed with you, she will absolutely just turn her back to you and shove her fluffy ears in your face to show you just how annoyed she is

she doesn’t realise that it doesn’t bother you anymore because whenever she gets sleepy and buries her face in your chest, her ears are in your face

rather than ask you to grab things for her on higher shelves, she will either use her quirk to jump or just use you as a step-stool jump on your back with no warning to get her hands on what she wants

will grab you by your collar and pull you down to kiss you

if she’s too tired to deal with the height difference, she’ll push you down on the couch and sit on your lap

rumi won’t hesitate to call you a giraffe if you call her bunny she actually likes when you call her bunny but would rather choke than admit it

[jiminspiration]

EEEEEE my bts x agatha paris backpack finally came in

[wilcze-kudly]

I can see what you're saying, but this is born of the assumption that Lin plays a parental role in her relationship with Su, something that has little to no bearing in canon. The only things that I found that could hint towards this is the fact that Toph was a neglectful mother and that Lin tells Su that "she should be in school". (I'm open to hear your arguments, tho! I find that a lot of people have this headcanon which is confusing because I just... don't really see it?)

The relationship between Lin and Su seemed to be first and foremost a rivalry. Suyin says this, and Lin at least confirms the part where she was vyying strongly for her mother's attention (by becoming a cop just like momma.) Truth is, I don't think we have enough information to confidently make claims like this.

I apologise if I didn't say this earlier (this post was more word vomit for me to elaborate on later) but I will say that Suyin doesn't always pacify Lin. On certain occasions she matches Lin's hostile energy.

Like in the flashback, where Suyin starts off with an almost friendly joke, but switches to a much more mocking tone after Lin reprimands her. She is immediately cut down to size by Lin, who insults her friends.

Suyin: [Laughs.] Wow, you almost look like a real cop! Lin:You're supposed to be in school. Suyin :[Sarcastically.] Oh no, are you going to tell Mom? It's not like she's going to care. Lin: [To the boy who is sitting on the couch opposite Suyin, rummaging inside of a backpack.] Where'd you get all that stuff? Boy: Oh, it fell off the back of a truck. Lin: What are you doing hanging out with these losers? Suyin: They're my friends and you have no right to call them that! Come on guys, let's get out of here.

Lin wasn't particularly in the wrong for not trusting Suyin's friends. They were bad people who most likely manipulated Suyin into helping them commit a crime.

I can agree with you about Lin being placed in places of authority over Suyin, but it's important to note that Lin does this herself. And wheras Lin may think that she's helping, she's making things much worse. (Not that she knows any better since she lacked any parental guidance of her own)

In these situations, Lin seemed to care less about Suyin's actual wellbeing, but more about Suyin "not acting correctly" (skipping school, commiting crimes). There is a certain performativeness to these actions. I don't mean to insinuate that Lin isn't genuine in her care for Su, rather that she doesn't know how to meet Suyin's needs and makes things worse.

Seeing how neglectful Toph was and the abject lack of compassion Lin treats Su with, it makes it very easy to see how Suyin was in a place to be manipulated by her friends. (Lin isn't in the wrong for wanting to arrest Suyin. But Suyin reacting negatively to Lin's personal attack isn't t9 be unexpected. This isn't just about the consequences of her actions. It's about Lin making her feel like shit.)

I find it interesting that Suyin isn't very bothered by Lin insulting her, but pushes back when Lin's ire turns towards people Su cares for. (In her childhood- her friends, in her adulthood- her children). Suyin seems quite used to being put down by Lin.

Also yes, Lin reacts very emotionally, but she doesn't know how to handle other people's emotions. She doesn't consider what her biting words and insults could do to others, despite being incredibly sensitive herself. Tbh the most terrifying type of person to be around. It's like handling a live bomb but you're not allowed to disarm it. She disrespects many characters' emotions, but is unable to handle it when treated the same.

I will argue that Suyin's behaviours do come from, maybe not fear, but a need to avoid conflict. I never meant to imply that Suyin was outright afraid of Lin, but rather that getting into an argument with a person like Lin can be incredibly draining and unpleasant, because they come into the argument to hurt others, rather than express themself. They use cheap shots and attack their opponent's character, but react incredibly negatively if treated the same way.

A rules for thee, but not for me type of situation, if you will.

But yeah youre right about this being Toph's fault for creating an environment where Lin was forced to place herself as a misguided figure of authority. Lin and Su are both victims.

Lin almost always being incredibly hostile with Suyin (even before the scarring, as the flashbacks in old wounds show us). Suyin taking on a placating role/ "rolling with the punches" attitude with Lin, even when they're adults and haven't seen each other in years. Suyin finally responding to Lin's insults with one of her own and immediately getting physically attacked.

Next time Suyin disagrees with Lin, even after they've supposedly made up, she lies to Lin to keep the peace. And goes behind her back because that is 'safer' than speaking her mind.

Lin's hurt towards Su is justified, but I find it interesting how Suyin never felt safe around Lin.