#w/o using any potions

[urhoneycombwitch]

mean mouth

foreword: and if I said Eddie liked when you talked a lil' mean to him. what then. n e ways. just a little exploration of his early-day sub tendencies. I generally write Eddie as older but since this takes place in some nebulous time before s4 u can think whatever u want +18. ‘unnamed freak’ is Jacob. punk band name was not thought of by me but isn’t it great <3

cw: gn!reader w/breasts + V, oral (R receiving), unprotected PiV, soft!dom(ish) R, Eddie subbing from the top 😎, gotta-be-quiet-when-we-fuck trope my beloved

wc: 3.7k

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The first time it happens, it’s an accident.

Eddie’s a blur of motion in the little trailer kitchen, knocking against your knees where you’re propped up on the counter (not entirely helpful but, in his words, ‘much-needed eye candy for the chef’), closing cupboards with a bang and talking animatedly over the hiss of onions cooking.

Your boy is loud, always has been, and tonight is no different- he’s crowing and cackling, recounting a particularly genius foible that he’d orchestrated during last night’s campaign, wooden spoon dipping in and out of heated pots over the stove like some crazed frizzy-haired potions master. 

“And then.” He punctuates with a jab of the spoon towards you, a long drip of spaghetti sauce narrowly missing your leg- you flinch and squeak in alarm, but Eddie just grins wildly, eager to get to the punchline. “Red rolls a natural. Fucking. Twenty.” 

“Holy shit!” Your smile is wide, natural and easy for him- Eddie’s excitement is infectious. 

“I know!” Eddie spins back to the stove, plunking the wooden spoon back into the simmering sauce before opening the oven. Heat from the broiler rises in a mouth-watering cloud of herby smell, and Eddie reaches for the metal sheet of garlic bread, still talking. “Couldn’t fuckin’ believe it. And then I- shit!”

You don’t put the pieces together until Eddie’s spinning away from the open oven, whole body moving with the force of his hand being shaken in the air- he’d touched the roiling-hot metal with his bare hand.

“Oh, shit, babe-” Sliding from the counter, you nudge the oven door closed with a foot, reaching out to assess the damage- but Eddie’s a whirlwind, jumping up and down, swinging his injured hand around in jerky movements, howling in pain.

It’s kind of freaking you out, ‘cuz you can’t tell if he’s playing up or if he’s actually got a third-degree burn. The voice that comes out of you is commanding, one that you rarely use, firm and louder than his hollering. 

“Eddie, for fuck’s sake- stand up and let me see it.”

That seems to do the trick. Eddie’s eyes snap to you, pausing mid-hop, and you take advantage of his semi-stillness to snatch his wrist and drag him towards the sink. The water runs cool and you turn his palm over in both of yours, breathing a sigh of relief when the pink welt across the bridge of his hand doesn’t have any blisters.

“Under the water,” you instruct, pushing at his silver-link braceleted wrist until he gets the memo, letting the flow from the tap ease the burn.

Eddie hisses through his teeth, and then goes quiet for the first time in ages.

There’s a few moments of this strained silence as you watch his hand carefully, color leaching back into his palm until you notice Eddie’s looking at you sideways.

Your shoulders hunch in a bit, arms crossed over your chest as you take a step back, misinterpreting his look as wounded. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. I just-”

“Hey, whoa, no-” Eddie’s hand automatically reaches for you, dripping water on the floor until he remembers his injury with a wince and plunges it back under the tap. “You don’t have to apologize for that. At all. Um.”

His left hand, the uninjured one, braces against the linoleum, ringed knuckles creaking as he shifts his stance. He sounds uncomfortable, and you’re about to start apologizing again until he lifts his head, eyes twinkling- “You were so bossy. It was totally hot.”

A shocked laugh burbles out of you, unsure if he’s joking or not- when he shifts his weight again, your gaze flickers down to the zipper of his dark jeans- he’s fully hard. 

“Oh my god.” Split between amusement and mortification, adrenaline from seeing him get hurt fizzing through your veins, you laugh again- this time, sardonic, into your hands, shaking your head. “Jesus christ, Eddie.”

“Can’t help it.” He’s close to whining, hips pressing flush into the cabinet, partly to relieve the ache in his groin and partly to toy with you. “Goddamn. Sound so sexy when you tell me what to do-”

There’s a teatowel hanging from a nearby rack; you snatch it up and whip it at Eddie’s shoulder, playful and irritated as you snap, “Shut up.”

“Oh, yeah, just like that, baby-” Eddie’s fake sultry voice earns him another towel-whip, this time at his neck- he squawks, ducking to avoid another blow while still keeping his hand under the water.

“Ridiculous. You’re ridiculous,” you announce with finality, slinging the towel over your shoulder and turning on your heel. “I’m gonna get the burn cream. Try not to cum or die while I’m gone.”

His bright laughter follows you all the way down the hall.

___

The next time it happens, it’s sort-of on purpose.

Eddie’s glowing with a post-show rush- a local business convention meant Corroded Coffin got to play for a nearly-packed room. Nevermind the fact that their Bruce Springsteen cover was the one bringing in the most applause; Eddie’s always been able to feed off the energy of a crowd, and tonight was a riotous success.

The Hideout is loud but your boy is louder, as per usual. There’s sweat curling the baby hairs at his temples, bright spots of flushed pink in his cheeks from the round of whiskey you’d bought the band as a congrats. 

He’s making a toast to his laughing bandmates, to beautiful you, to any nearby drunk who will listen, proclaiming his lust for life with one boot on the well-worn table in noble pose.

“And to Bev, the best of us-” Eddie tips his half-empty glass towards the nearby bar, shouting over the din of the jukebox and lively chatter, “-may your sharp-tongued wit live on!”

Bev pauses service to flip him off, and Eddie collapses back into the comfort of your arm over the booth’s top, grinning when the band trio of Jeff, Gareth, and Jacob nearly fall out of their chairs with laughter.

It’s always hot to see Eddie in his element, and tonight’s not an exception. He turns to lean into you, looking down the slope of his pretty nose like he knows why you’re staring.

A charming wink precedes, “Come here often?” but his flirting is interrupted when Jeff gets up for another round and bumps the table- whiskey sloshes over the side of Eddie’s cup and coats his hand in stickiness. 

He swears viciously, yanking out his bandanna to wipe at the mess while you laugh over the rim of your own glass at him. “Real smooth, babe. Good thing you killed it on stage, otherwise I might not take you home.”

Eddie’s eyes light up, inhaling for another cheesy line to wow you with when his gaze flicks past you and his face falls. 

Across the table, Jacob mutters, “Oh, shit,” and Gareth glowers.

Following their eyelines, you look over your shoulder to see Nico Hawley, frontrunner of Hawkin’s own punk band (the Scumshots), enter through the front door in a cloud of cigarette smoke.

When you turn back to Eddie, he’s already twisting the damp bandanna around his rings. The usual softness of his doe-brown eyes are now flint-sharp, and with a rush of panic, you remember the last time Eddie and Nico ran into each other; the night had ended with you back at the trailer, holding a cold pack to Eddie’s split lip, which he’d received from engaging in what he referred to as “friendly fisticuffs”.

There was nothing friendly about the way Eddie stood, then, to his full height, dark and imposing with his big mane of hair and leather jacket. The other Corroded boys won’t start any shit themselves, but will absolutely back Eddie up (fearless leader, resident shit-starter, instigator extraordinaire). 

Time’s running out for you to get a handle on the situation, Eddie already moving to slide past you out of the booth when you snag his left jacket sleeve in a tight grip.

The first yank you give stops him in his tracks; the second, more intentional tug gets his face level with yours, Eddie’s hardened stare giving way to confusion as you pull him into your space. 

In that same authoritative tone, you pin Eddie in place with a fistful of leather and command, low, right in his ear to be heard above the bar noise, “Don’t. Sit down and be good.”

At first, you’re not sure it worked, because Eddie’s just staring at you- slightly slack-jawed, pretty pink o mouth as his gaze flickers to your lips, back up to lock in your gaze again.

And then, by some miracle, Eddie obeys. Like a well-trained, marvelously-behaved dog. He’s back in his seat with a jolt to the booth, hand curling around his whiskey again. 

Curls spill and shift around jacketed shoulders as he shoots the rest of the glass, adam’s apple bobbing, other hand slipping to cup your thigh hidden from view. “It’s not worth it,” he announces to the rest of the group, sounding strained, staring at the bottom of his empty glass, knuckles white with force.

Jake sighs, relieved, but Gareth scoffs, tipping the neck of his beer across the table to point, goading Eddie with  “Since when have you been the one to take orders?”

“Shut up,” Eddie shoots back, blood returning and redistributing enough from where it had all rushed south, enough to defend you and himself against his drunk bandmate. “We’re already on Hop’s shit list, asshole, can’t be catching any more charges for stupid fuckin’ bar fights.”

Nico had disappeared into the throng of people at the bar while your group has been arguing- probably for the best that he’s out of eyesight. Unperturbed by Gareth’s comment (he likes you fine, he’s just grumpy from the alcohol and itching for a fight), you sip your drink and give him a shameless wink. 

Underneath the tabletop, Eddie’s palm flattens over your jeans, fingers dipping to toy with the denim seam hugging the fatty plush part of your inner thigh. You shift your hips, subtly, feeling flush with heat and power. Just a couple of words and you have him eating out of your goddamn hand. 

Jeff returns, setting a handful of beers in the middle of the table. “Saw that shitstain Hawley at the bar. What’d I miss here?”

Gareth swoops in with accusatory explanation, seizing another bottle out of Jeff’s hands. “What you missed is Eddie’s balls on a leash-”

“Jealous you don’t have someone at home to tie you up, Emerson?” Eddie’s dig comes swiftly, lips quirked in a smile around the rim of his drink. 

There’s a raucous burst of laughter, Gareth’s curly mop of hair gets ruffled playfully, and everyone eases back into celebration, all while Eddie’s thumb edges closer and closer to the apex of your thighs.

___

The next time, though? Totally on purpose.

There’s a sliver of gold from the hallway light spilling under Eddie’s closed door, left on in case Jeff or Gareth needed to use the bathroom during the night. 

And despite the fact that two of his bandmates are passed out on the couch and floor just a short walk away, Eddie’s hands are exploring the length of your body under the sheets like he’s got plans to map you with his tongue. 

“We- ah- can’t.” Your whispering scold is interrupted with a sharp gasp when Eddie nips at your neck. “No fooling around. Not when we have guests.”

His left hand drips over the swell of your breast, squeezing and kneading, your nipples perking to attention (traitors) underneath the bra you haven’t yet had the chance to take off.

Eddie adopts your quiet tone as he speaks between kisses that trail further down your body, not outright ignoring your weak protests but not doing much to combat them, either. “Mmm. Got me so worked up. Been driving me crazy since the bar, y’know that? ‘S cruel, baby, can’t just talk mean and expect me not to act on it.”

“Wasn’t mean,” you counter, hands shifting automatically to wind through the soft locks of hair tickling at your stomach as Eddie continues his path downwards. “Didn’t wanna have to patch up a split lip. Had to make you behave somehow.”

The vibrating groan Eddie gives against the soft skin of your stomach tickles; when you squirm, shushing him again, his hands slide to your hips, pinning you in place. 

Nose to your navel, warm breath fanning across the strip of skin just above the band of your panties, Eddie sounds strung-out already, close to begging. “Please, baby. I’ll be good. Make it so good for you. I’ll be quiet-”

His head snaps up at your sudden gasping laugh, chin perched on your tummy as he scoffs. “What, you don’t think I can keep quiet?”

“Eddie Munson, you couldn’t be quiet to save your life.” Your hands migrate to his cheeks, squishing them together fondly as he grins around your touch, his thumbs working circles at your bare hips. 

“Ye of little faith.” In the dim light of the room, Eddie’s teeth are a flash of white before his mouth dips to press against the wet patch at your underwear.

“Fucking… shit-!” The expletives fly out harshly, only because you weren’t expecting the wet stripe of his tongue against your clothed folds. Head dropping back to the comfort of your pillow, you get one hand in Eddie’s hair again, the other finding its way to twist at the sheets.

You can feel his smile, equal parts smug and sympathetic as he coos saccharine to your inner thigh- “Now, now, angel. Gotta be quiet.”

Not willing to lose the fight, you focus on clamping your mouth shut, eyes closed in concentration- even as Eddie slides your underwear down and off, a quick flash of blue fabric before it’s swallowed by the floor’s darkness. Even as he seals his lips over your clit, sucking hard like he’s been deprived of your taste for too long.

When his tongue breaches your entrance, a soft gasp escapes, one that has your head turning sideways to grab some pillow with your teeth. 

Eddie brings the wetness from your entrance up again, spreading it over your pulsing clit, nerve endings fizzing bright and hot in your stomach from the attention.

On instinct, your right leg kicks out, jolting with the spasm of pleasure- Eddie’s quick, though, taking advantage of the movement to find a new hold at the back of your thigh; rings biting cold, he pushes until you bend for him, your knee now pressed towards your chest.

“Gonna make it so good for you.” Eddie’s mumbling pussy-drunk rambles into your cunt that’s now on display, dragging his nose through the slick that weeps out of you, all for him- “So wet for me, angel. Fuck’s sake. This all for me?”

As if he doesn’t know. The hand that isn’t busy holding you open trails up your thigh, middle finger teasing at your entrance before slipping inside, no resistance thanks to the river of slick that rushes to greet it.

There’s a soft squelching noise as Eddie adds a second, curling them up, stroking against that tender gummy spot that always skyrockets your pulse. 

The noise is almost enough to give you pause; feeling wild and flush with heat, your hand tightens in the crown of Eddie’s hair, eyes popping open as you prop yourself up on an elbow to give a strangled hiss of warning through your teeth.

Eddie senses your unease, pulls his fingers and mouth out and off (a travesty), softening the blow by giving a placating kiss to the top of your mound. “Shhh, sweetheart. S’okay. You hear that?”

Past the noise of nighttime crickets from the nearby cracked window, past the hum of the kitchen, you hear it as Eddie crawls back up- distant, tandem snores from the boys in the living room.

“They sleep like the dead. Like rocks,” Eddie promises, settling his weight into his hands planted on either side of your head, hair creating a curtain around your faces as he leans in. “So we can get our rocks off.”

“That was awful.” You kiss him anyways. He tastes like you, earthy and warm and wet, saliva mixed with your arousal as the kiss turns sloppy.

Eddie rocks his hips forwards, the friction from the fabric of his boxers making you both gasp into each other’s mouths. He’s achingly hard, cock leaking and smearing precum through the cotton; there’s a hurried, manic shift as you both work to strip the last pieces of clothing from yourselves, his boxers and your bra following your underwear from earlier into the dark of the room.

And then Eddie is sliding his cock through the folds of your pussy, slicking up the sizable length as much as he can before the tip nudges at your entrance; Eddie’s arms tremble with effort as yours wrap around his shoulders, soothing with a kiss to his cheek- “Lotta talk about keeping quiet, Munson. That’s all it was? Just talk?”

Now that his mouth isn’t intent on making you fall apart anymore, you’ve got some breathing room to tease. To be the one to work him up. Tucking a curly lock of hair behind his ear, your fingers trace adoringly over his temple before sliding to grip the back of his neck. “Gonna prove me wrong, hotshot?”

With this new proximity, you can see Eddie’s eyes- fixed intently on yours, black pupils nearly eclipsing the soft amber of his irises. He looks slightly feral, sweat sticking his bangs in place, lips parted, spots of pink staining his cheeks. 

As if he doesn’t trust himself to speak, Eddie’s near-silent as he slides himself in to the hilt, jaw dropping as the warmth from your walls encompasses him completely.

The chained guitar pick around his neck tickles between the valley of your breasts. He pants, chest heaving, not daring to move yet; your breath stutters. You can feel him in your throat.

“So big,” you murmur, an honest reaction but one that has Eddie’s brows drawing together, a little whine escaping as his hips jerk forward, reflexive to your words.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck.” 

Eddie’s voice, strained though it may be, is on its way to regular volume. At the back of his neck, your hand flexes, a warning as he begins to rock steadily into your tight heat. 

“Gotta be good.” Biting back your own groan, you sling your leg over his waist. At this angle, you can press your heel to the dip of his lower back. “Be good and quiet for me and I’ll let you come in my p-”

His hips snap forward, audibly, subsequent wet noise obscene, filling the room. Eddie moans into the curve of your neck before your sentence is even fully formed- “Jesus, baby. Oh my god. Can’t say stuff like that, gonna come too quick-”

His cock fits along the contours of your cunt like you were made for him, ridged tip dragging against that same sensitive spot of your front wall with each pull and thrust.

Eddie’s forehead thunks into yours as he rolls it back and forth, mindlessly. All the tease has melted out of his voice: it’s been replaced with a lust-filled rasp, rock-salt and deep. 

Your voice, however, is all tease, still hushed but laced with mischief despite your mounting pleasure. “Yeah? Gonna come in my pussy?”

It’s almost not fair and you almost feel bad, seeing the way Eddie fights to make his gasp silent as the channels of your cunt clench in answer to his fucked-out expression. With his next thrust, Eddie loses the battle- a hoarse, blissful moan much too loud spills over and out into the quiet room. 

Moving quick, your hand slips from the back of Eddie’s neck to his mouth, palm flat over the plush of his lips.. The commanding tone comes easy this time (with practice, you’ll surely be a natural).

“Eddie. Be. Quiet.”

Usually, Eddie’s got stamina enough to prioritize your pleasure, making sure you’re taken care of at least twice before he even thinks of himself. Tonight, though, he’s already been straining in his jeans for hours, unbearably turned on from your earlier sharp words, pushing the limits of desperation.

Your words, once again, do the trick. Eddie’s cock pulses, and he comes hard, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your hand, chorus of whimpers successfully dampened. His dark brows knit together, eyes pinched shut, nostrils flaring with each stilted breath.

He’s so fucking hot when he comes, hair a riot around stormcloud eyes that open to take you in. Even prettier when he’s coming down, leaning into your hand for support before you take it away, guiding and encouraging him to lay down.

Eddie collapses, carefully enough that it doesn’t jostle you, but still with his full weight. The crown of his head radiates heat against your chin. 

His arms wrap solidly around your middle as he whispers (he’s learning) in croaky fragments, “Jesus fucking H. I think you just broke my brain. Smashed it into a million little pieces. Never come so hard in my life. I’m in love with you.”

The laugh you give him is quiet but golden, the rise and fall of your chest causing his head to bounce a bit (but Eddie could die happy between your breasts so he doesn’t mind). “See? It’s worth it to listen to me, sometimes.”

“You’re so smart. Gonna do whatever you say, forever and ever. Cart-blank.” And then he’s pushing up onto his elbows, keeping his face level with your left breast so he can suck your nipple into his mouth, gently worrying his teeth over the peaked bud.

Previously tangled in the sheets, your hand flies up to grab his shoulder, nails digging in. “Fuck. Fuck, Eddie. That’s good. And- ah- it’s ‘carte blanche’.” 

He leaves the comfort of your breast with a sigh. “Whatever you say, princess. Gonna let me fuck you some more? Your turn to be the loud one.”

[celestoria]

Royal Scandals

Summary: Who knew the beloved princess of the kingdom was so debaucherous?

Characters: duke!ayato, butler!thoma, wizard!albedo, prince!scaramouche (seperate)

Tags: cockwarming (ayato), blindfolds, restraints, oral (male receiving), dom!reader (thoma), aphrodisiacs, fingering (albedo), semi-public, degradation. asphyxiation (scaramouche)

A/n: I have been binging villainess manwha again. Everyone say thank you to Villains are Destined to Die for this super self indulgent brainrot of mine.

Do not interact if you are 16 or below (17+)

Ayato, the duke

Papers scattered over Ayato’s desk while you leaned on his chest. Your restless hips squirmed and your walls tightly clenched on the duke’s shaft. You were so full of him and you want him to make you feel like you’re in heaven.

“Your Grace, please move. This is too much to bear,” you whined. 

Ayato giggled. “Didn’t we agree that we’ll do it when all of this is done? Be patient, Your Highness.” 

You were about to lose it if at any moment if he goes on to tease you like this any longer. All you could think about is how he’d ruin your insides as you had yourself wrapped tightly around him.  

Finally, Ayato placed down his pen. His gentle hands ghosted your soft thighs before finding their way to your delicate bud. Hisfingers circled your most sensitive spot, causing whimpers to spill from your mouth.

“Now, what kind of loyal subject would I be if I can’t give Your Highness what she wants,” he whispered into your ear. 

Ayato roughly slammed himself in and out of you as if you were his human fleshlight. Dukes don’t have power over royalty but when you are with him, you’re in total submission. 

Thoma, the butler 

Thoma sat in the middle of your room with his hands bound and a blindfold covering his eyes. You slowly undid his dress shirt and loosened his tie before pecking lipstick stain marks his chest.

“Your Highness, I don’t think this is right. What if the king finds o-“ Thoma complained only to be stopped by your lips colliding. 

Sloppy kisses made your mouth numb. Thoma’s cheeks were burning up as your lips peppered his neck with your love only for you to part yourself from his flushed skin.

“No one will catch us. Have faith in me,” you reassured before you slowly descended to the carpet floor and undid Thoma’s pants. 

Thoma’s cock stood hard and beads of precum formed at the tip. Your hands slowly moved up and down and your mouth took him from the tip of his cock. Thoma jerked and whimpered. How can a butler like him receive such an intimate form of affection from a princess such as yourself?

“Your Highness, I think I’m going to cum,” his breathy whimpers cried. Seconds after his semen spilled into your mouth, leaving you with the sweet taste of him. His cock twitched and his head rolled to the back as he panted. 

“Now, now. Thoma,” you cooed. “Don’t get tired just now. We’ve only just begun.”

Albedo, the royal wizard 

Albedo pinned you down by the wooden bookshelf of notes and sketchbooks. Your flushed, delicate skin was so sensitive to his touch that it was as if it’s enough to make you cum. His teeth tugged on your lower lip as he slowly pulled away before he looked deep into your eyes with lust and desire. 

“It seems like the potion is taking effect. Wouldn’t you say the same, Your Highness?” He was foolish to fall for your little dares since now Albedo wants nothing but his cock balls deep inside of you. 

However, he didn’t dare to hurt the sweet princess who conveniently snuck her way into the isolated tower with her most revealing dress. 

Slender fingers made their way under the slit of your dress as it hooked down your undergarments. One hand skillfully circled your clit, letting out a satisfied moan escape your lips, while the other grabbed you by the wrists and placed it above your head. Trails of hickeys covered your collarbone as his kisses journeyed to your neck. Your legs trembled under his touch and your cries were getting louder.

Oh, how he loved it when you moan out his name like that. 

Soon after, Albedo split the skirt’s slit wider and pulled your thigh up. His hips sloppily grinding on you as his crotch started to form a bulge.

Either it’s you or the aphrodisiac talking, but you can’t wait for him to fuck you until you’re a complete mess.

Scaramouche, the prince of a rival kingdom

Only the winding woods acted as a border for both of your kingdoms. Reckless as it is, it’s your meet-up spot with Scaramouche, prince of your father’s loathed kingdom but your most devious secret of secrets. 

Your hands pressed on the trunk of a maple tree and your ass bent over to the man behind you. His dick pumped you roughly and deeply while he pulled you by your neck to his chest. 

“I wonder what your father would say when he finds out his darling daughter is fucking his enemy’s son, wouldn’t you agree? You’re such a slut,” he said with such disdain before he grunts from how your walls clenched around him like a snug fit. “But I love that about you.” Scaramouche’s voice brought shivers down your spine as he whispered those honey-coated words in your ear. 

The grip on your neck slowly loosened and he went down to pinch your erect nipples. Your head starts to roll back and your moans are more saturated in pleasure.

But you felt like that wasn’t enough.

“Are you planning to make me cum by hurting me or are you just too scared to admit this is the fastest you can go,” you teased, clearly agitating the prince. 

“Tch, I’ll show you.” Scaramouche pressed you down by the tree once again. His hips collided with yours at a speed so merciless. Rough hands held your hips so firmly you were sure it’s gonna leave a bruise. Your mindless whimpers brought a sense of triumph to the prince knowing that to get you to this state was all on him.

“I thought you were here complaining? Seems like you can’t take me, huh,” he said arrogantly. “Fuck, you’re so tight. I can’t wait to make you my little cum dump for the night.” 

[northern-loner]

Something that's rlly fun about the Federation to me is that, while they've been slowly losing their position w/ the islanders as an all powerful force to be reckoned with, one thing that's remained unchanged about them is how opportunistic they are.

They may not have had any clue about what happened to the eggs before, but they certainly took the chance to try out that Risus Potion on q!Forever, who was arguably the most destructive man on the island when the eggs first disappeared.

And they may not have had a hand in q!Jaiden's slow spiral in her grief from Bobby, but they took their time planting Cucurucho in her life so they could have her right where they wanted her to be on their side again.

And they may not have any clue what the deal is with the three new eggs that were discovered in Purgatory or why the hell the island became Like That in the first place, but they wasted no time putting the new ones in the adoption center and already assigning them parents w/o any heads-up. Probably just to placate everyone and push them away from what they went through in Purgatory, because They Will All Be Happy And They Will Enjoy The Island And Everything Will Be Perfect.

And on the topic of Purgatory, I have no doubt that as soon as they understand the level that the islanders were ruined by their experience in that place(probably already do), they'll take swift action in making use of their vulnerability and do everything they can with it to get things back on track.

No clue where I'm off with this, but yeah. Never forget that the Federation ain't shit and they can go Fuck Themselves....

respectfully. <3

[yuusishi]

Hola :>

Remember that one request with the s/o who's always on the verge of passing out cuz of constant nightmares? Can I get that again, but w/ Riddle, Lilia, and Jamil?

. . . NIGHTTIME TROUBLES

pairings : Riddle Rosehearts , Lilia Vanrouge , Jamil Viper x gn!reader

genre : fluff

cws/tws : mentions of nightmares (obv.)

a/n : this might be my last req before the hiatus 😥 also see previous part here

Riddle Rosehearts !!

Before you two got to know each other, whether or not you're a student of Heartslabyul, he will not condone you slouching so hard and falling asleep multiple times in class (neither will Trein 💀).

If he already scolded you for it, he's definitely going to feel a bit guilty after you explained your condition, apologizing immediately after for scolding you before knowing.

As you two get closer and into a relationship with each other, he learns more about your constant nightmares and tries to find things to help.

There's not exactly much he can do, he's not as tech savvy as Idia or as powerful and can do mind-altering magic like Malleus. The most he does is serve you some light tea to calm you down when you wake up suddenly in the middle of the night.

He rubs your back gently as you come down from your panic and then ushers you back to bed once you've calmed down, holding you tightly but not to the point it's suffocating.

Will try to get you excused from class if you only got less than 4 hours of sleep that night since there's no way you'd be able to focus with that. He'd just pass you the notes to copy after class.

Will definitely let the teachers know about your condition (with your consent ofc) to let you get excused, they probably think that you've been cursed or something.

Lilia Vanrouge !!

Your lover is Lilia? Then there's nothing to fear! He's a father after all.

A father who's lullabies can put a crying baby to sleep instantly.

It's a mixed bag with him to be honest. One day he could be taking care of you when you wake up panicked from one of your nightmares, telling you that it isn't real and that you're okay, and the next he could be asking if you'd like him to sing one of his famous lullabies, sometimes both!

He took care of Silver who's NRC's resident sleepyhead, he doesn't mind taking care of another one! Especially since you're plagued with nightmares and because you're his lover.

At first, maybe giving you a little scare throughout the day might help a tiny bit, but then he saw that slowly it was losing its effects.

Similar to Malleus in the previous part, he doesn't want to use any body-altering spell on you for the sake of your safety. Even if the briar prince's magic is more potent that Lilia's, it never hurts to be careful.

At times where he can't be with you, such as you two not being in the same class, then he has one or two of his little bats accompany you and watch over you in case you pass out somewhere unsafe.

Especially if you have alchemy class that day with potion-making instead of just discussions, you falling asleep in front of a cauldron with a potentially explosive potion isn't exactly ideal, after all!

Jamil Viper !!

You had to admit, it was a bit nerve-wracking telling Jamil about your condition at first, considering the amount of things he has on his plate already.

But it was impossible for him not to notice when you were always dozing off in class and during lunch breaks to the point it was affecting your health and grades.

He was the one to approach you about it and it basically killed him inside when he realized you weren't telling him about it for his own sake.

BUT! At least he knows about it now, and since it happens during nighttime he can spare some of his time for you.

He’d prepare some tea and light snacks for you if you asked after waking up from one of your nightmares, oftentimes both of you just sit in a comfortable silence as you slowly calm down, the only light source being the lamp that's softly emanating yellow light next to both of you.

Sometimes he asks if you want to tell him about it to get it off your chest, but he never pries if you don't want to talk about it. He doesn't know just how terrible those nightmares you have are, but he'd never belittle you about them because of how much trouble they obviously cause you.

He'd also try to get you excused from classes if you didn't get much sleep that day, he tries to stay with you in the dorm/infirmary for as long as possible before he gets called to go back to class or when some Scarabia students need help.

(Kalim has definitely tried to hire some doctors or even mages to try to help you, thankfully you and Jamil stopped him just in time before your dorm would've become a 2nd clinic).

[rima-niki]

Another Fable thought that could become fic, but nahhh

Just a silly what if Rae went into Icarus's mind to help them Characters: Icarus, Rae, Sherbert, Ashrill

Now imagine Rae going in their mind to try and save Ic, and it's either gold or a rainbow. There is no fully just Icarus, only the person that others made them.

There are different versions of ic in there, like how Rae had a different him, but at the same time, they're not Icarus. The first one Rae meets is a fully corrupted Sherb; it's how they, themselves, see them. They are corrupted, they are making the same mistakes no matter what, thats what they are. This corrupted version leads them to a patch of a rainbow, more specifically purple, where once Rae enters finds a version of ic that's an elf? They're kind, offering to help Rae with his journey, but Rae can tell the elf is lonely. There is no other building around outside if the sherb tm build style. The elf gives Rae a bead, then rae is back in the normal plain of gold and rainbow. The corrupted version of Icarus is there again, laughing at Rae, trying to actually help them; they're just like this, there's nothing you can help with. But Rae moves along, finding a new colour, one he hasn't seen before, a dark red; he goes in. The Icarus that Rae finds is another bird but very different, a roadrunner. She was admiralty put in alarm at the sudden appearance of Rae, someone who he thought they would never see again. Rae reassures her that he means no harm and is looking to help someone. The roadrunner says they'll help, and they look around the floating island that they've made a house on. Rae noticed something while they were talking this Icarus seemed to always be on edge, like they were ready to run or fly at any second. Was every version of their brother in some form of pain? They don't know. But after a moment of looking, the roadrunner found another bead and handed it to Rae with a goodbye. "Wowie, you're really trying this," The corrupted version spoke as Rae entered the field again. "Yes, I'm not giving up on you, Icarus." "You should, not like you'll find the last 2 that you need." "So there's two more."

"w-what no!" the corrupted one stuttered out as Rae continued to move forward, finding an almost fully broken part the gold on it was faded, but Rae entered. It's their childhood home, but it was a bit dirty it seemed like someone had just been baking. Rae walks around looking for Icarus. When they hear a thud coming from upstairs. He quickly makes his way over and finds a much younger Icarus on the floor, it seems they had fallen off. They quickly spot the much older Rae.

" Who are you! I'm real good with a sword" they say as they jump up to their feet. "I'm Rae. I don't mean you any harm. I just heard you fall and got worried." "Oh… you share the same name as my brother! That's cool. My brother is really small right now. Mom says I was that small once, too, but I don't believe her. Don't tell her I said that, tho." Icarus puts a finger to their mouth in a hushing motion. "I won't tell your mom, but are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine. I fall ALL the time, this new home, Mom allows me to go outside, and I can climb the trees, and Dad's not here to- To, I don't really know, but Dad wouldn't let me." "You fall a lot, you always do" Rae says a bit bittersweetly. "You're my brother, aren't you?" Rae just nods. " You're all big. You get such a cool horn? Do I get one? Is Mom still with us? Do we find Dad? Do I become real good at the alcemy?" Rae giggles softly." You don't get a horn, but you do get wings." "I GET WINGS!!!!!" "Yes, you do… um, Mom isn't with us right now, but I'm looking for her. You do become really good at making potions, and um, Fable is back, but he's done a lot of bad things, and he forced you to think some not-good things and a lot more." "Oh… Are we still brothers?" Icarus is saddened. "We are, and we always will be." "O-okay," Icarus nods. Icarus looks through their pocket and brings out another bead. " Then save me." "I will." Once Rae grabs it, they get brought to a different room, but one they are very familiar with, the cell that housed Icarus back in the endstone reset. "So, for some reason you still think I should be helped? Despite everything I had done to you, you really think that Icarus is worth saving?" "Despite everything you've done, you, Icarus, are still my brother. Even if you fall to Fable time and time again, I will still be there. I will still be your brother because I love you, Icarus and nothing you do will change that. You ARE my brother, that can sometimes be a bit rude and a bit harsh but you never failed to care for me. You could have left me there when you through that potion, but you didn't. You stayed and made sure I was okay. When I was turning into a beast, YOU were there. You were there when we had nothing but each other. I know Fable is promising you to bring them back, but Icarus, you'll lose so much more; please, I don't want to lose you too." When Rae looks up to Icarus, they aren't corrupted. Their ears and wings hugged close to them. "I-I don't want to lose you either, But Rae, I've gone too deep." "Then let me help you up." Icarus signs and walks over to Rae, and places the final bead in his head. "You win, Rae." -The end-

[genshin-obsessed]

May I request Kaveh, Ayato, Goro, and Al-Haitham with a witch s/o?

✧ Ooh this one seems creative ^w^ I liked writing it, thank you for requesting it <3 I'm not super happy with it, but I think that's just my creativity nose-diving again

✧ Characters: Kaveh, Ayato, Gorou, Alhaitham

○ Ayato ○

He was definitely shocked to find out- witches were real? He always thought they were myths or scary bedtime stories.

He was convinced you had a (element) vision but you showed him that it was actually just magic.

You like to show him your book of spells and he's fascinated by all of them. He even asked you to demonstrate a few of them.

The potion-making is the most fun for him! He loves to see the process and if he can, you let him help you.

You've definitely used your magic to help him. A little boost here, a tiny hex here, a little fire over there- I mean you're like karma at this point.

He not only supports you but he really wants to learn! So if you can teach him, he's definitely making time in his day to practice!

○ Alhaitham ○

YOU'RE A WITCH?!

He's read things and you can believe he asks as many questions as he can to figure out what's a myth or misconception. He eagerly listens to everything, bringing up any confusion- kinda like a student would.

Alhaitham will take you out with him, knowing that your abilities would come in handy at work. But it's your choice if you wanna go or not.

Have you turned someone into a frog before? No. Is there a possibility? Maybe and Alhaitham would never let himself live it down if he missed it.

He loves to watch you work, like whether it's working on your spellbook or making a potion. He loves it all. He'll even help you find new spellbooks or will even help you with spellcasting or potion making.

Alhaitham is like... your personal bodyguard when it comes to anyone who insults you. Yeah, you're the witch but he'll be the one kicking ass if someone insults you.

○ Gorou ○

Gorou didn't realize that your fighting abilities came from being a witch. He always wondered where your vision was and finally decided to ask one day.

You explained that you didn't have a vision and you only stick to (element) attacks because that's what you're most proficient in as a witch.

Gorou has questions.

The more you explained, the more interest he gained. Honestly, that was so cool! He didn't even know witches were real. You explained that it needed to stay a secret and you didn't just tell anyone.

Gorou really likes the potion making. He loves the little potion bottles, likes to make the small labels, and even helps gather igredients.

Tell him what you need and he'll have as many of them as he can within the two hours that he has. Although, you enjoy going with him, using the time to bond with him as well.

○ Kaveh ○

Kaveh is a huge fan. Honestly, he loves the idea of spells, potions, hexes, and the big fancy cauldron. You did find it cute and explained that a large cauldron wasn't necessary and you could actually just make your potion in a cooking pot.

Kaveh likes reading the spellbook, but you've had to warn him to not read it out loud. He did that once and it scared the hell out of you when plants in your home started to attack you!

He was shocked and asked what the hell happened and you explained that anyone can use that specific spellbook because simply touching it allows you to cast spells.

He never made that mistake again.

Kaveh enjoys helping you gather ingredients and will even help make potions. He's like your lil apprentice. He's a happy apprentice.

He works really hard. He loves the idea of magic and if he can wield it, imagine all the buildings he could build and how easily!

[gentaro-kinniecom]

Hi! Could I please request some headcanons for Nazuna, Chiaki, and Natsume with an s/o that's super cuddly when they're tired? Like hugging his arm if they're out somewhere and immediately latching onto and nuzzling into him like he's a teddy bear once they get home. Thank you, have a good day! :)

When their s/o is cuddly

Characters: Nazuna Nito, Chiaki Morisawa and Natsume Sakasaki

C/w: tons of hugging and fluff it’s literally tooth-rotting fluff but I live for it so enjoy 😋 On Natsume’s part it talks about potions..idk if that’s important but yeah :3

A/n: HI OMG OFC I loved this request SM i had to get it started right away, all the possibilities of hcs are coming to mind AND THE FACT THAT THEY WOULD BE SO SOFT LIKE OMG stop i had to write this as soon as you requested tysm for requesting this <3 (sorry it took so long sobs)

Nito Nazuna✩

He was definitely exhausted after a long day with Ra*bits and practicing for their upcoming song

Nazuna loves cuddling with you after a long day, he’s so happy knowing you’re there awaiting him with open arms

If he’s not too tired, he’ll suggest watching a movie/series with you while cuddling

But if it’s the opposite, he’s content with sleeping in your arms

During the day, if it’s the weekend, Nazuna loves being embraced by you from behind as he makes breakfast for the both of you

He knows something is wrong when he gets home and doesn’t receive his usual hug in the frontstep of your apartment, Nazuna comforts you by doing the same as you do for him: hugging and reassuring you things would be alright

Nazuna loves leaning into your touch as you caress his soft hair

Morisawa Chiaki✩

Chiaki is a very expressive person, so having the pleasure of coming home everyday to see you, waiting for him with a smile and hugging him, will definitely make up for any bad day he’s had

It doesn’t matter, where or when, Chiaki loves showing any type of affection or if you hug him first, even clinging onto him. He’s so energetic witg his love, and everyday is a reminder or how much love he has for you

He’s used to your cuddling and affectionate traits, just, not used to seeing you so down suddenly

When that happens, Chiaki enjoys giving you his love and support, he’s so caring and gentle, even cuddling with you or buying your favorite snacks before spending his time with you

Chiaki adores it when you prepare a cardboard with his name for one of his basketball games, and makes sure to look your way before winning the game with a big smile

It may sound cheesy but, you’re both simply that couple at school, holding hands and being very affectionate in public

Whenever he hears his friends teasing him, Chiaki turns red and states that he really loves you a lot, he can’t imagine a life without you

Sakasaki Natsume✩

Natsume’s often busy, whether its making new potions or practicing with switch during his free time

Apart from your cuddly nature, he makes an ‘innocent’ potion to enhance your senses more, so he smiled as you question why you have the sudden urge to cuddle him or be near him all the time

He really likes it when you’re hanging out in his ‘secret room’ in the library, cuddling together as he kisses your neck, loving how affectionate you can be

Natsume gets a bit flustered when you’re hanging out with him and Tsumugi, hugging him from behind suddenly as his cheeks turn pink, looking at Tsumugi as he smiled and commented on how cute you both were

He’s not a big fan of being affectionate in public, but holding hands would be enough. However it’s not rare to see him clinging onto your arm while you both window-shop and eat together

He absolutely adores it when you stay over at his apartment, watching movies, eating snacks and eventually moving to his room to snuggle together

Natsume likes to gift you plushies with his perfume for the days that you both aren’t able to be with each other for a long time. He admires when you do the same, sometimes even gifting him a sample of your perfume for him to spray on his pillows, reminding him of you as he falls askeep soundly.

[prince-liest]

Your last 666 series installment is the best thing that happened to me. Its full of gore, somehow fluffy and wait-.. do I finally see some FRICKING COMUNICATION between the two idiots!?!?!

Ngl, Vox's 'Alastor not being able to love' statement hurt my soul. Your writing is brilliant and and let's just see what ending ya wro-..O MA LORD IS THAT VAL'S LOVE POTION!?!?!?!?

Now I need to know what's next!!!! And VOX I SWEAR IF U USE THIS SITUATION IN ANY WAY IM GOING TO SKIN YOU ALIVE.

This series is a blast♡ love it!♡ makes me weirdly passionate and excited hah!

Some communication, and some communication failure, hahaha. They're going to be talking a lot more in the next one, actually, because I meant to write some NSFW and they had to go and attempt a healthy conversation instead. What can you do.

Thank you so much, I'm delighted that you're enjoying! :D

And: Way more anon asks about the latest 666 getting answered under the cut! <3 I combined a bunch from the last couple of days.

prince, I'm going insane over the latest fic. so we know from Alastor's inner monologue that he knows the roofie was an accident, but considering the super stressful situation, the fact that Vox was the one to ask for a kiss and the fact that Alastor accused him of wanting instead of loving him not a few minutes ago…. makes me wonder if Vox might not be at least a little worred that Alastor might think it was on purpose <3 gonna be rotating this in my head for the foreseeable future - ✨

I am so glad that these things are on y'all's minds, hahaha. Because you can bet they are on mine. >:D And THANK YOU, very pleased to be dragging everyone down into insanity with me.

“Should I stitch together the scars your teeth left in me in a mirror of my own signature on your body.” Fucking. POETRY. 🐈‍⬛

I am always so happy when I write shit like this and instead of everyone pointing at me and going, "Look, what an EDGELORD!" the response is you people being VERY nice and leaning into the feelsy fun! 💛

holy moly ??? i love the new 666 addition aaaah 😭🙏 the trials and tribulations of feeling scorned and ghosted by a loser who confessed his love to you and the next time you see him he’s holding your LITERAL heart in his hands by alastor ! OMFG this was too good esp the part where vox is like “bro why do YOU CARE ?? i thought you didn’t love me huh?” and alastor is like well. maybe i.do. 😐 LIKE CMONN this really played out like some soap drama and i loved the neat details on resuscitative thoroctomy (learned a new word too so double bonus) the fact vel was on the line w her and val’s apparent surgeon for val’a little ‘incidents ??? GOLDEN I SAYY hope we see more of ur oc … 🫣🫣 btw ofc vox would love to an end an argument with a kiss OF FUCKING COURSE HE WOULD 😭 thank u sm for this chapter princeliest my dear <3 hope life is treating u well too !! -🦌

Vox is ahead of Alastor in terms of effective in-the-moment conflict resolution, but goddamn if he isn't fucked up in his own fun little ways. They're so not done with most of these issues, but at least they're on they're way to maybe be able to have a real conversation about them!

You know. If they chose to do that kind thing. Instead of whatever they will probably do instead.

Anyway, THANK YOU!! I had a great deal of fun writing this chapter and digging into some of the issues that have been slowly collecting underneath the surface of kinky radiostatic, so I'm happy you guys are enjoying as well!! :D

AS FOR MY OC... I WILL POST ABOUT THEM SOON. I LOVE THEM A LOT AND IT EXCITES ME THAT PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW MORE OF THEM. Tysm for asking Q^Q

Just read the new addition to the 666 verse, and inside of me are two wolves: The first is saying: Immaculate, artistry of the highest form. We finally get Alastor’s own confrontation with his vulnerability and him trying to figure out what exactly the relationship with Vox means to him. Cannot wait for how this all is going to develop. The other part of me: THE BREADCRUMBS WORKED THE MUSE IS WRITING!!! Followed by this image (since tumblr won’t let me attach it while being anonymous) https://i.redd.it/hx2shk642vs71.jpg -🕊��

LMAO THAT PIC. Amazing, flawless, thank you. The breadcrumbs DEFINITELY worked, please keep feeding. Digging into Alastor's shit is bringing me life and I'm happy to share it, hahaha. We're swinging even harder on the introspection in the next one!

As a sucker for medical gore and aroace angst, I lack the words to express my love and appreciation for your most recent installment of 666, but your writing of radiostatic's dynamic was captivating and proved to be such a lovely read as always! I loved that you touched on Alastor's relationships with the women around him as that has always been such an interesting aspect of his character to me! I never really put much thought into how Vox's apparent avoidance of Alastor in the show could mirror Alastor's disappearance, and now it will Not leave my mind. My heart hurts for these two dorks, super looking forward to chapter 2!

"Medical gore and aroace angst" should be the title of my memoir. Honestly, this series has ended up a lot more edgy-bloody than I expected it to, since I usually tend to prefer to portray my whump/angst/violence/etc in a much more roundabout way, but it's actually kinda tipped over into, like... part of the point is how banal it is, how beside the point. The upsetting heavy-hitting bits aren't the blood, they're everything else that goes on around it. Anyway, thank you so much! <3 I think your heart will find some relief in chapter two, haha, I hope you enjoy!!

Meanwhile alastor, completely convinced that there’s no situation where vox actually loves him and is happy with the way things are—either vox wants more and is going to start asking for more, or he doesn’t actually love him and just wants to have sex with him and thus either way he is a Liar. They’re so fucking bad at this. No one is capable of being the adult here. I think they need an auspitice.

It's really funny that you said that, because that is kind of exactly the role that [spoiler] ends up playing, though in a more roundabout way, hahaha. They certainly need someone to, like, get them to be having the same conversation with each other instead of two parallel ones. I think the fun thing about writing Alastor reacting to his own feelings is just how much his reaction can change based on how things are framed for him, and it leaves a lot of wiggle room for how differently I've ended up writing him reacting to the season 1 finale in 666 vs in Happily Ever After, and Other Shit Nepotism Can't Buy.

But, god, you really nailed the description of what Alastor is feeling. <3

Vox in the latest 666, my ENTIRE HEART. Literally nothing about how he read the situation was a bad take or a leap to conclusions, but alastor constantly says the opposite of what he means and refuses to admit vulnerability or friendship and what the hell else was vox meant to do with that, of course he backed off, they need to have this talk so badly

YES, PRECISELY! Like, I hope it came through that really neither of them was completely crazy to react the way they did! It's a result of how much of their communication has been nonverbal, implied, and talking around things - they'd been doing so well up until this point, but there's only so far that can take you before you start thinking that you're on the same page when really you're reading two completely different books! Thank you sm! <3

‘But I am capable,” Alastor says gently. “I love you very much.” Vox gapes up at him. “...I. Fuck you.” His voice is tight, strained. “I don’t fucking believe you.” Alastor feels his smile thin. “Well. That’s just dandy, then, isn’t it?”’ I AM NOT OK GOING FUCKING FERAL

Probably one of my favorite lines to write, ehehehe. THANK YOU ANONNNN <3 It's kinda interesting to see how differently some people read this. Some folks thought Alastor was saying it to hurt Vox (which is how Vox read it). Some folks thought it was true (how Alastor intended it). Some folks thought Alastor was trying to fit into the mold that he thought Vox wanted from him (how I intended it). All of them make sense as readings! >:)

[starsurface]

Your writings are very good, they make me happy! Would it be possible to write Shang Tsung from the 3d era taking care of an age regressed reader that uses diapers?

Awh, thank you!!! I'm so glad that they make you happy!! <3

I will admit, i know incredibly little about this character!!!! :D (I tried to do research, but do call me our or dm if I wrote some things wrong, I can totally redo or make a pt 2 or something!!)

Like, . . . I know he’s evil. And has an island. And works for Shao Kahn. And is one of the more first big boss fights?? And that 3d is like, Deception, and Armageddon, and Shaolin Monks (the cutscenes only version of that game is so funny, the storyline is so fast).

And not even zesty evil!!! But like, actually evil. :(

Small Warning (?): It just kinda feels like there are some darker undertones in these?? Not exactly yandere like, but mildly possessive, and little to no hesitation to hurt others for you. It’s not implied that he’d kill, but it is implied that he’d use them as experiments (which I can totally change if anyone gets uncomfortable with!!!)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG 3d era Shang Tsung w/ Regressor That Uses Diaper Hcs

🐛 I know I said he’s evil . . . but I think he adores you

🐛 Your his baby, how could he not love you!! He’s cruel and a villain, but your his Precious, he couldn’t just let you go <3

🐛 While a man of evil and Shao Kahn’s sorcerer, he would never make fun of you for using or needing padding

🐛 Babyspace regressor? You’re very tiny!! Of course you might need some help, and that’s okay!!

🐛 Toddler? Well, accidents happen all the time, and he’d rather be safe than sorry anyways

🐛 Big kid? Well he’d still classify you as a baby, but whatever you say <3

🐛 Middlespace regressor? Everyone can use diapers!! Whether for medicine or comfort, that’s your regression, and no one else’s

🐛 And if anyone were to magically tell you otherwise, well, they strangely disappear!! :O (and maybe end up in Shang Tsung’s lab)

🐛 Might get a bit grumpy if you wake him up at night, but almost any thoughts of anger or upset wash away when he sees how upset you are

🐛 . . . Although he’s also super tired and might put on your padding backwards

🐛 It is literally not his fault, it’s two am, and he has work tomorrow

🐛 Although he’d rather you wake him up than sit sobbing in bed, work or no work, you’re his first priority

🐛 He’ll also get some of those potty mattress protections, just in case you may or may not have an accident again (but only if your cool with it)

🐛 Magic show distractions!!!

🐛 He could give you something to fidget with during the process . . . Or he could use his super cool sorcerer powers and make a little light show to distract you

🐛 From what i’ve seen in almost every Shang Tsung, they have a way with words

🐛 So it’s not him buying your regression supplies, it’s Shao Kahn <3

🐛 Shang Tsung works for him, how could he not also supply for his precious baby that he gets very little time with because of how often he has to work and prepare for the tornoment?

🐛 ^ Lies, Shang Tsung can and will pause any type of working if you regress and come for him

🐛 Maybe unless he’s in the middle of an experiment, but he’s left his studies many times before

🐛 Your not really allowed to talk to Shao Kahn though :\ (Shang Tsung’s worried Shao will be mean or cruel to you in your headspace)

🐛 But you get much time with Dada!! :D

🐛 He’ll make a little regression area in his laboratory!! It’s Shang Tsung’s Island, who would tell him he couldn’t put a secret passage way into a small regression area just for you?

🐛 ^ No one, that’s who, so of course he does it!! (and Shao Kahn gets the bill for it >:3)

🐛 He does make sure to put it more where the potions or his study books are and not where his experiments are (he doesn’t like you seeing them in your headspace)

🐛 Don’t you dare ever try to touch his potions, he will get incredibly upset and you’ll get in trouble

🐛 They’re for big kids and big kids only, plus you could get seriously hurt and Dada might not be able to help you from some of them

🐛 Or you could just regress in Dada’s room, which is much comfier anyways

🐛 If you end up having any type of accidents, he’s very gentle about the process, gently shushing and comforting you, drawing you a nice bath and picking out some comfy clothes

🐛 His clothes to be exact, what could be better?

🐛 If you’re ever embarrassed about using padding, he’d call you silly

🐛 There’s no reason too!! Whether for comfort, or medical, or just because, if it works for you, then he’s more than happy to help with the process

🐛 Your his baby after all, and he’s going to make sure you have the world <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I like the Caterpillar emoji, it's cute. :3 (also they didn't have any potions :\)

[sagittato]

This is my first post and it’s gonna be low effort because I swear I can’t get this off my mind—

Do people from twisted wonderland realize how much Azul Ashengrotto could potentially look up at Vil Schoenhiet??? ONLY @jxnebuggy ACKNOWLEDGES THIS IN HER fem!twst FANFICS AND IT DRIVES ME INSANE!!!

Vil is a successful, confident, drop dead gorgeous fashion icon. He has a whole business for cosmetics because he’s so gorgeous. He’s very skilled in potion making, so much so bro makes his OWN makeup. He has a strict diet he follows and it’s clearly gving him the results he wants. Vil Schoenheit is everything Azul wants to be!! On top of that, Vil is Azul’s bloody UPPERCLASSMAN.

And does everyone forget how Azul literally info dumped about the man in Book 5 Chapter 2?? Nobody talks about it. They’re too busy headcannoning Sebek or Riddle or Floyd to be neurodivergent af (jkjk)!! Such a shame Vil told him to stfu but in his own pretty, 3w4-coded ways😔😔

Azul has shown before he will invest inhumane amounts of time into things he thinks are important. An example of this is in his birthday jackect card, he talked in a fair amount of detail about the quality of the pillow Ace gave him. He could do this because he researched ON pillow qualities.

It’s likely when he was trying to step up his game with success or diet, he stumbled upon Vil, researched the frick out of this guy, and lo and behold became a fan of his.

Some honourable mentions are when he made a deal with Vil in his ceremonial robes. I haven’t seen it because I wanna save the feeling of raw happiness with these two characters interacting once I get the card. If we didn’t see Azul show any sort of fan behaviour when Vil made that deal then I firmly believe he was kicking, giggling, twirling his hair off camera behind closed doors over it. Then I do hear in the second Camp Vargas event, Azul and Vil had some more interactions! I thiiiiiiink they were getting competitive with each other??? That changes nothing from my ignorant eye. It’s NRC. Everyone is really competitive and will turn on each other’s backs faster than Leona can fall asleep (bro’s actually depressed, I swear).

Anyway, I think it’s only right I list my headcanons now for them:

Azul gobbles up any dietary/beauty tips Vil has

Azul uses Vil’s makeup brand that’s probably vegan

He also collects Vil’s magazines and puts them all in a box hidden away in his closet or under his bed

Vil probably finds him annoying💀💀💀 (what can I say? he has a reputation for not stfu around higher class people)

Elaborating on that, Vil does respect his success but I bet he can see the unhealthy greed that lies under it all. Thus, that’s prolly a reason why he would try to distance himself away from Azul.

BADLY wants to collaborate with Vil because Mostro Lounge profits would soar if they did. Knowing his bold arse he probably made the request at least thrice and Vil shut him down each time. He’s obviously not gonna stop because we all know him. (never back down never what—)

Yes, I know he canonically looks up to Ursula, but I think he would like someone… yknow… alive to look up to.

Keep in mind I’m only on Book 5 Chapter 29 as of this moment so it’s totally possible I missed some things! Leave your opinions, headcanons, or anything else in the comments, I’d love to see them! Do leave spolier warnings though. That way I can decide whether I wanna spoil things first myself or not.

EDIT: I already fixed it but did I really just say book 6 😭😭😭 i meant book 5 i am so sry hdgdhjjjdhdjj

[utterdrip]

Hi hi hi <3 I wanted to ask, I wanna install mods to bg3 but I only find guides from months ago and since we got new patches, I was wondering if you could help me ? Thank u and sorry to disturb you <3

hi, sure!! i will say that 1) things shouldnt have changed so much with new patches. mods do break, but the mod authors are usually quick to rectify them so they work with the patches (check your downloaded mods in nexus and change the order to most recently updated and dl it. bg3mm is rly good at just overwriting old mods with the newer versions w/o having to do anything but import them)

and 2) i am just. a layperson doing my best when it comes to modding. i dont know shit so this is just my experience!

NECESSARY FOR MOST MODS TO WORK

BG3 MOD MANAGER

BG3 mod fixer

bg3 community library

compatibility framework

companions – old shaders

improvedUI release ready

player and npc - old shaders

script extender

shivero’s icon gallery

trips’ old shader pack

tutorial chest summoning

unique tav

vfx library

Okay, i just copied and pasted this from my mods page because this is a good starting point methinks. I don't mod through nexus' program, so i can only guide through bg3 mod manager (bg3mm)

alright lets start with the easiest types of mods: paks. PAKs are what bg3mm are able to export directly into the game without us having to do anything but i'll break it down

PAKs are typically: additional gear, hairstyles, earrings, weapons, faces, horns, eye colors, makeup colors, dyes, dice, new spells, new classes, new potions, and the like. they're things that dont need to override things in the vanilla game in order to be added, however, order is still important in bg3mm

find some shit you wanna dl. i'm gonna use tav’s hair salon as an example. they dl as zip files

i recommend having all of your dl-ed mods moved to a specific folder for you to keep track of

open up bg3mm and go to >file>import mod

4. select the mod/s you want to import

5. they will get loaded into bg3mm on the RIGHT SIDE (inactive mods)

6. you just have to click and drag the mods you want over to the right side to move them to active

7. certain mods need a special load order in bg3mm. ex: tav's hair salon needs to be above (a lower number) and it's icon patch needs to be below it (a higher number)

7a. unique tav should be loaded at the bottom of the load order(a higher number) and any "unique tav patches" that you need for other mods should be loaded beneath it (a higher number than unique tav)

8. press export at the top to the game file path and you should be all loaded in

yay okay now, to mods that need to be directly overwriting game files. you need a zip extractor - i use winrar

it will be in the mod description whether or not you need to add these manually, but they are typically: unique tav, different makeup or tattoo styles, different body types or body tattoos, etc. i'll be using soft body for my example because i lov it<3

a lot of work needs to go into getting soft body to work, and it has to be done in a certain order so that things are replaced and loaded properly

trips’ old shader pack needs to be dl-ed AND installed first. extract it. anything that needs to replace files will do so in the DATA folder for bg3 OR if it's unique tav, their specific folders

companions – old shaders is next, and fortunately the two files for this mod is now 2 paks, and can be added to bg3mm easily

soft body is finally to be dl-ed, extracted, and moved into the data folder. you have to enter the extracted folder and move the GENERATED folder created from the mod into the DATA folder for bg3. every time you install manually, you will get a prompt to overwrite the files. click YES as that is what is allowing the mods to exist

as u can see, i like pinning the data folder to the quick access so i can just throw the generated folders in when i need to

and this is what ur mod folder should look like for bg3

ok yeah thats all i got hopefully this makes sense or is helpful lmk if theres anything i missed

[vorish-wonderland]

You're really cold today... you really just want a nice snack to keep you warm... luckily, you find the exact person who can solve your problem! Now all you have to do is... convince him to let you do it...

Includes: soft/safe vore, semi-unwilling prey

★✦Nice And warm!✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

It's so cold out today...

You could really use a nice, warm snack right now.

Nnnnm... but what could you get that is easily available?

"Hey, uh... you sure about this, Ortho? I-I could just send out the drone and pick up our order from the school store... w-we don't have to go out..."

There we go. Idia Shroud, the boy with fire for hair... he'd warm you up quick!

"Come on, big brother!! You have to get out sometimes! I know you like to stay inside but that isn't healthy!!" Ortho pouts.

"What if I get kidnapped by ghosts agaiiiin?!"

"That's why I'm here with you!"

The brothers enter the school store together... and you follow close behind.

The brothers pick up a manga box set, and you pick up a potion that both shrinks someone and can pretty much protect them from everything for about a day. Sam really does have everything, huh?

Both you and the brothers pay for your items and leave.

Alright, time to inquire.

"Hey, Ortho, can I steal your brother for today?" You ask, finally making yourself known to the two.

"Hm... are you gonna hurt him?"

"No."

"Are you gonna try to marry him?"

"No."

"Then I don't see why not!"

"WHAT?! ORTHO, YOU'RE JUST GONNA LET THEM TAKE ME LIKE THIS?!"

"You need to interact with people more, big brother! It's healthy!" Ortho pushed Idia towards you.

"I-I interact with people! I go to b-board game club meetings, r-right? A-and Muscle Red, w-we interact, e-even if it's just o-online!!" Idia seems desperate to just head back to his room. "And Ortho, w-we just picked up the full manga set of MGIATTSPCF20,000YITF! W-we were gonna read it together-!"

"We can read it tomorrow, big brother!!"

"Oh by the way Ortho I'm gonna eat him. Don't worry though! I'm gonna make sure he's safe!" You hand the robot child the potion you just bought. "Here's proof!"

Ortho looks over the bottle.

"Ok! But if you hurt Idia in any way, I'll surgically open you and remove my brother from your stomach, understand??" Ortho closes his eyes. You assume he's smiling, but you can't be sure because you can't see his mouth. Regardless, he looked cheery.

"I understand!" You grab Idia's hand and start to drag him off. "I'll bring him back to you later!"

"I'll bring our box set to your room, ok big brother? I'll be sure to keep it safe!!"

"Uh... alriiiight..." Idia sighs as you drag him off.

You bring Idia back to Ramshackle and feed him the potion. After a while, he's no bigger than the palm of your hand.

"H-hang on, before you do anything, w-why eat me of all people?!"

"Because I'm hungry and chilly. You look like you'll fill me up and warm me up."

"Y-you do realize my hair isn't real fire, right?"

"...whatever, you've already drank the potion." You gently pick up Idia. "In you go."

You place him in your mouth and swallow him.

"I feel like I watched something like this once... except it was a lot more violent... and you're fully clothed..." Idia sighs. "And I'm not gonna die, which I guess is a good thing? Meh..."

"Uh... ok. Anyways this is pretty nice and warm, even if your hair isn't real fire like you said... thanks for this!"

"You pretty much forced me into this but uh... no problem???"

[mercyfuls]

⊠    ɪᴅ  .  .  .  ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ    ›› JIA “ JULIA ” YUN ;

• thirty4 + agender + any pronouns . • intelligence agent ; on the payroll for twelve years . • agent arachne : string manipulation .

backroom deals and back alley fistfights ; tripwires as fine as spider silk ; always wanting something more ; a future just out of reach .

PERSONAL DETAILS ;

a. full name : jia yun b. preferred name : julia c. aliases : assorted. most used include erin choi & june kim

d. age : thirty-four ( 34 ) e. date of birth : 26 august 2014 f. place of birth : seoul, south korea

g. gender : none h. pronouns : they / he / she i. orientation : demisexual

j. hometown : seoul, south korea k. current residence : apex city, united states

l. first language : korean m. subsequent languages : english, french, mandarin

n. highest education : bachelor of information technology

EMPLOYMENT DETAILS ;

o. years employed : twelve ( 12 ) p. faction : intelligence q. previous faction : junior r. codename : arachne

s. mutation : string manipulation t. strengths : resourceful, creative u. weaknesses : stubborn, inefficient

FAMILIAL DETAILS ;

v. father : juhwan yun ( sixty-four, hr professional ) w. mother : seonmi ju ( sixty-five, emergency nurse ) x. siblings : none.

HISTORY ;

born in seoul, south korea to an ordinary couple, jia yun was never an easy child. disgruntled by the mundanity of their upbringing, they sought to inflict excitement on the neighbourhood — no matter the means or cost. as a small child, this mostly involved making " potions " of mud, grass and flowers, peddling them to every unfortunate passerby, and inventing fantastical worlds of magic, death and science fiction to coerce the other children into playing with them, but as they grew older other things began to draw their attention.

first it was getting suspended from school for setting off fireworks in the playground — raising serious questions of where a five-year-old even got fireworks from. then it was emulating a tv show hacker and displaying threatening messages on public computers — a visit from the police was arranged, though it did very little to actually get through to jia.

they were sixteen when they started getting involved in actual crime. petty theft from convenience stores turned into bigger theft — electronics, valuables, etc — and by the time they were nineteen, jia was somewhat notorious amongst petty criminals — and the police.

their first foray into law enforcement came in university, when the police recruited them in a quid-pro-quo sort of deal ( help us out and we'll wipe a couple things off your record ) to track down a big time criminal through the internet. this was the moment julia discovered there could be excitement on both sides of the law.

discovering this did not stop jia's dabbling in the criminal sphere, of course, but it did offer them another outlet to evade boredom without the implications on their future. this continued for a few years, until just after graduation jia was approached by a mercy agent scouting for the organisation. naturally, julia said yes, the opportunity being a perfect outlet for them and far more interesting than a career in i.t.

two years of training as a junior agent later, julia graduated to being an intelligence agent and immediately opted in to becoming a radiant. string manipulation hasn't proven to be terribly useful thus far — though it allows them to create excellent tripwires and garottes, and useful for intimidation tactics in interrogations, it's not terribly useful in the computer area, which is where julia prefers to be.

APPLICATION ;

⊠    ɪᴅ  .  .  .  ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ    ››    [    kim  hieora    /      thirty4    /    agender    /    they/he/she    ]   mercy  headquarters  is  pleased  to  officially  introduce  JIA  “JULIA”  YUN.  they  have  been  apart  of  the  organization  for  twelve  years,  serving  as  AN  INTELLIGENCE  agent  and  has  been  assigned  the  codename  AGENT  ARACHNE.  it's  worth  noting  that  their  file  indicates  they  have  undergone  the  solaris  treatment  and  host  STRING MANPULATION.  according  to  our  dossier,  the  agent  exhibits  a  combination  of  CREATIVITY  and  OBSTINANCE,  fitting  for  someone  reminiscent  of  backroom  deals  and  back  alley  fistfights  ;  tripwires  as  fine  as  spider  silk  ;  always  wanting  something  more  ;  a  future  just  out  of  reach.  prior  to  embarking  on  any  mission,  the  find  solace  in  listening  to  the  song  “stippling“  by  DOUBLE  FACE.  (  thyme.  twenty1.  they/them.  aedt.  none  )

[flowers-for-the-grave]

Fire Brings Death

Joey was getting stronger.

He took pride in knowing this. After that dungeon, he was slowly getting more and more powerful. And yes, Scott had killed him and tormented him in his own home, but the two were now at some kind of weird truce that Joey didn’t really want to break. He didn’t feel like risking it now. Not after what he saw what the Necromantic Witch could do.

Gathering more Inquisitive Gems from Bertha, he turned to go up to his tower and use the gems for more spells and tools. If the other witches were getting upgrades, so should he. He couldn’t risk being seen as inferior. Not when his competition was so obviously weak in comparison to him. And perhaps that was his ego talking, but it was true! He won the first dungeon. That counted for something. Not if your only competition for that dungeon was Lauren, his mind replied. Joey sighed in annoyance and sped up. 

“Gah!” He turned around to see where the noise had come from. To his own surprise, Balthazar had seemingly tripped upstairs. Joey rushed to go help him. The stairs were oddly slippery today. Almost as if someone had covered them in butter. Maybe that was another witch? Wasn’t one of them an Illusionary Witch? They sounded like one for pranks.

Once he reached the top of his tower, his suspicions were confirmed. Balthazar had in fact taken a nasty fall, and his robe had torn at the base to reveal a bloody gash on his leg. Joey helped him sit comfortably. Handing Balthazar a healing potion, he thought on what to do next. Healing potions were handy, but they couldn’t solve absolutely everything in an instant. They took time. And unfortunately that meant Balthazar was going to be immobile for a couple of hours. Which normally wouldn’t be too bad if not for the fact that Joey was about to trade with him. But that could wait. He wasn’t in a rush. A few hours would be fine. He’d waited a lot longer in the past, and he could wait. After all, his friend was injured! Joey was many things, but he wasn’t very cruel. But you betrayed Lauren in that dungeon when she was meant to be your friend, was yet another unnecessary comment from his brain.

Other things grabbed his attention. Like how someone had appeared in Spawn! He could go talk to them for a bit, and then go check back up on Balthazar again. By then his wizened wizardly friend would be fine. With his miniature plan in his mind, Joey leapt back down the stairs, remembering to tell Balthazar he’d be back later. 

Spawn was a nice area. It was where Bertha was, the mysterious trader who’d trade anything for Inquisitive Gems, as long as there was a decent amount of the item. Joey never fully understood what Bertha was, but he had theories. An enderman being one of them. They had most of the right qualities, from the eyes to the way that their hood concealed most of their face, which could allude to them being an enderman but not proud of it. Joey was happy to theorise stuff like this. It didn’t matter in the end, but it was awfully fun to muse on.

Stood in the centre of Spawn, wandering about with a distant look in their eyes was none other than the curse-providing mischief-loving Necromantic Witch Scott. Joey gritted his teeth at the mere sight of the man. To say they weren’t fond of each other was an understatement. Joey resented him for those nuisances of curses that Scott practically handed to everyone at any opportunity, plus the fact that he’d died several times to the necromancer’s hands.

“Hello,” he greeted.

“O-oh.” Scott didn’t say much else. Joey frowned. Normally Scott would jump at the chance to mock, belittle or use sarcasm directed at Joey, but for some reason, he wasn’t speaking.

“How have you been after you, uhh, chased me around my own home?” He tried. It was sort of pitiful from an outside observer’s perspective. A good attempt, but not enough.

“Fine.” Scott turned away after his quiet response. Joey’s frown deepened. There was something off. Not that he cared or anything, but if he was meant to be competing then his opponent clearly wasn’t in a good condition. How was Joey meant to prove himself if his competitors weren’t in a good enough mindset to put up a decent fight? 

“Do you want to spar?” The words fell out of Joey’s mouth. For a second an expression of shock passed over Scott’s face.

“You? Want to spar? With me?” Scott was slow, enunciating each word in disbelief.

“I-I- sure? But no magic. Or weapons. Good ol’ hand-to-hand combat.” Joey was careful in his continuation. He didn’t really fancy going up against Scott, magic and weapons and everything. An even fight would be best.

“Hmm.” Scott gazes at the floor. Joey worried that Scott would turn him down. Or laugh at him. Or just walk away. “I’ve not done it in a while, but I suppose…eh, sure. I have the time for it.” The Necromantic Witch grinned, and Joey could’ve sworn that Scott’s teeth were sharper than normal.

“A-alright! Follow me.” Joey quickly walked off, checking Scott was still behind him. 

He didn’t know where he was going. This was just a random idea he blurted out by accident. But by whatever gods existed he was going to go through with it. So he found a random open space somewhere close to Spawn. Removing his hat, Joey prepared to fight.

Scott took a bit longer. The Necromantic Witch removed his hat, but also undid the clasp of his cloak and tossed it to the side. Scott’s bare arms were on show and Joey couldn’t help but stare. Mild muscle, likely from having to dig up graves and relocate corpses and such. His right arm was blackened from the shoulder to the wrist, and if Joey squinted, he could see something like souls trapped in permanent screaming expressions swirling underneath, like with soul sand.

“Like what you see?” Scott asked playfully. If he was feeling well enough to do that, then whatever tiny thing Joey was doing at the moment was working.

“Eh, it’s not bad,” Joey shrugged. “Let’s do this.” He lowered his body slightly and balled his fists. Scott remained upright with a confident smirk. 

Joey was first to attack. That was expected. With a fiery nature, of course he’d begin. He charged forward and small sparks of fire licked at his heels. It stung his feet slightly, but not so much from the actual fire. More of the feeling that it should have hurt. Scott easily side-stepped with practised grace. The Necromantic Witch kicked him sharply in the back and Joey stumbled. He quickly regained his footing and swung around. Scott threw a punch. Joey jumped backwards to avoid it. The dance continued, an attack, a dodge, perhaps a little stumbling here and there, rinse and repeat. It was a cycle both witches fell into quite easily. 

Scott brought his knee up and hit Joey in the gut. The Fire-Frost Witch staggered, caught off guard. He’d thought Scott would punch him instead. With Joey off guard and struggling to recover, Scott swept his legs and Joey fell to the floor. Scott planted his boot on Joey’s chest. The Necromantic Witch leaned down until their faces were barely inches apart.

“I win.” He whispered into Joey's ear. Joey’s face went bright red. Why did he find that kind of hot? Scott laughed and stood up, taking his foot off of Joey’s chest. He offered him a hand in standing up. He took it, somewhat reluctantly. “You’re not that bad. Could use a few pointers though.” Scott remarked.

“Yeah, yeah. I just went easy on you.”

“Oh really? Why? Because you think I’m too weak to take you on properly? Or are you saying that just to defend your ego?”

“Now you’re asking for it.” Joey clenches and unclenches his fists, then tackles Scott to the ground. The Necromantic Witch kicks up into Joey’s abdomen and shoves him off. Joey rolls over and scrambles to his feet. Both men stood at the same time.

“C’mon then,” Scott said, throwing his arms wide and rendering himself an open target. “Show me what you’ve got.”

[primamchorus]

9) How does your OC handle their physical health? Do they take care of themselves?

Hiiii, Lejo! \ o w o / Thank you so much for the ask! I hope that you've been having a good morning / day / night!

OC Secret Ask List

So...Primam's kind of good about maintaining her physical health. Like, after training, whether it's against any of the other nobles, Primam is very good about stretching before and after practice. She is very good about taking downtime to nurse any of her bruises or wounds sustained (they're usually accidental, no worries!). She's even sat down with Ros to get a better handle on casting curative spells...even though sometimes he might not feel like he's actually good at it himself (it's a learning experience for both of them).

However...Primam runs herself ragged when it comes to staying up late and cramming. She wears makeup that hides the bags under her eyes, and she's developed a skin routine to keep those eye wrinkles at bay. A number of people have told her that she needs to get more sleep, and it's very hard for her to commit to that because she feels like she needs to study or learn as much as she can, do as best as she can.

Tandem's also pretty okay about maintaining his physical health. Since he's more the martial fighter than his sister, his stretch routines are actually more involved, and he has actual workout regimens that he tends to alongside Gladiolus and Iris both (sometimes Ignis, Primam, and Mollis as well!). Also the type to take ice baths, something that actually really helps temper his body against the extreme temperature changes when Primam uses her ice magic (an unintentional benefit, definitely).

For the most part, Tandem is able to shrug off a lot of injuries, but Primam, when she notices them, tends to sit him down and at least get some Cure spells applied to stitch up the wounds and reduce any bruising.

Mollis always has a medical kit on hand, fun fact! This is mostly due to growing up and learning survival and tracking very early on in life with her father. If anything happened out there, she would need a way to tend to herself or someone else in a pinch -- and not having the same curative spells at her disposal like Primam nor Ros, Mollis has to be a little more traditional with it when she doesn't have a potion or any variant of on hand.

That said, though, Mollis is actually also one of the more reckless warpers out of the nobles. This has definitely resulted in a number of scrapes, bruises, cuts...fractures earlier on when she first started using her adamantite crossbow bolts for warping and practicing her Slow and Stop spells during and after warping. Her more unique way of warping means she warps a lot faster than the other nobles, which can lead to a lot of surprises -- both for her and them.

Ros is probably one of the worst about his physical health. :D Probably. Which is ironic and the irony is not lost on him, make no mistake. Part of him just...doesn't care about his own well being. He's learning to hone his curative spells for others, not himself. This does lead to him and Primam bickering a bit about how he should take better care of himself...because if something were to happen to him, and then happen to Noctis or any of the other nobles, he would be ill suited to actually fulfill his role to the Crown.

It is with Lyra that Ros starts to actually be better about his own health, especially seeing how hard things tend to be for her. And...even more so after a particular scare that he was grateful he was there for, lest something terrible have happened.

Definitely one of the best of all this era's nobles about taking care of himself. Aestus has his head on mostly straight, and though he has a lot of stressors in his life, he does his best to manage those while also aiding the other nobles in his life -- especially his sisters. He has always been aware of: "If I'm not okay, I cannot take care of those around me." So he takes his own health very seriously because he feels like he must.

Vera's decent about it, definitely not as diligent as Aestus about taking care of herself, though. She stretches before workouts and training, and she stretches afterward as well. She more fusses over Lyra and Nebula's well being than her own. At least whenever she isn't busy taking care of other things.

Much like Primam, though, Vera does tend to stay up late getting things organized and making sure she has all her stuff in order in her position as Ears of the King. She and Primam trade some makeup options and skin care routines for sure whenever they have a chance to talk.

The absolute worst. Lyra almost couldn't give a shit about her own health. She's got chronic insomnia that she doesn't even try to fight a lot of the time. She'll lay in bed for as long as you let her, but not a lot of people seem to let her. She's at least good about rolling out and doing something...at the very least.

Lyra will purposefully throw some training matches as well. Like, there are some things she's retained out of spite, but sometimes she's just, "Yeah, I'll take a kick straight to the jaw, let's fucking go." She'll let wounds linger with no real inclination to try and fix them. Ros is usually the one that uses his Cure spells to help alleviate them.

As a fourteen-year-old, her physical health isn't necessarily always at the top of her list. Especially since Nebula has no expectations of actually achieving becoming Ears of the King in this era or the next. She gets basic combat training for the most part, and nothing too much more. She is at least...aware enough to see when her sisters aren't doing too well. Even as much as Lyra might think she goes unnoticed by her family, Nebula is always perceptive to her and...cold as it sounds, doesn't want to be like her. At least in the sense that Lyra's like a corpse on some days.

[merakiui]

= user izuna sent mail 💌 =

= open gift box! =

+ 🧪💕 100

Meraaaaaaa! I hope this letter finds you well. Sending all of my love potions to you because you're always feeding us so well with meals~ no over working okay? Remember to take rest days! Your out of this world writing is no easy feat! Take care of yourself or else I will be angy!

I hope you enjoy your Christmas this year (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

I might be cooking up some thoughts for our underated boy, Silver. I literally eat up any thoughts for him~

Ooh by the way, what are your thoughts on the new HSR characters? All of them are so sexy (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

Remember to take enough rest, drink water, and take care of yourself okay?

Xoxo, Izuna.

= End of mail =

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ AAAA IZUNAAAAAA!!!! Thank you for such a kind mail!!!! I'm sending you so many love potions in return because you deserve them and much more hehe!!! :D even though I did overwork myself a tremendous amount this week, I have finally finished all of the items on my academic schedule and now there will be no more overworking!!! I can now take a rest. (⸝⸝ᴗ﹏ᴗ⸝⸝) ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

:O !!!! Silver thoughts!!! I will be so happy to feast on those thoughts. I love Silver even though I haven't written a lot for him yet. ^^;;; if you ever finish cooking, I would love to munch on them!! I just know they will be delicious thoughts!!!! >w<

As for the hsr characters.... SO PRETTY!!!!! DR. RATIO SHALL BE MINE (so long as I can win the 50/50)!!!!!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ I got back into playing hsr and now I'm slowly catching up in the main storyline!!!! Gepard is still my number one. <3 uuuwuwwaaaa he's so beloved,,,

I will definitely make sure to rest and drink plenty of water!!! Please also do the same!! Take care of yourself and enjoy the holiday seasons!!!!!! :D xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo!!!!!!!!