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OFF-LABELS | O7

→ PAIRING : Med Student!Hoseok x F!Reader (Brother’s Best Friend AU)

→ RATING: Explicit, 18+.

→ DATE POSTED: February 26th, 2025.

→ SUMMARY: You’ve spent four years convincing yourself that your brother’s best friend is just being nice when he remembers your coffee order, quizzes you on neuroanatomy, or lets his touch linger a second too long. Because there’s no way that the golden boy of Seoul National’s medical program might actually be flirting with you. Especially when he keeps saying things that could be perfectly innocent… if only he didn’t say them in that voice.

→ TAGS: second person perspective, female reader, medical school au, brother’s best friend trope, age gap (4 years), pining, touch starved, overthinking reader, confident hoseok, gentle dom hoseok, medical terminology as flirting (lmao), study sessions, domestic moments, innocent (but not really), plausible deniability king hoseok, anxiety, internal monologue, guilty crushes, subtle teasing, emotional edging, gentle manipulation, praise kink undertones, intellectual attraction, competency kink, hand fixation, voice kink, medical intern hoseok, first year med student reader, home setting, casual intimacy, unresolved sexual tension (for now), secret attraction, nervous rambling, self-doubt, intrusive thoughts, anatomy lessons with ulterior motives, competent hoseok, flustered reader, close proximity, accidental touches that aren’t accidents, virgin!reader.

→ CONTENT in this chapter: House calls that go wrong, sweater weather complications, unexpected revelations that change everything, surgical precision used for mending more than just socks, and the kind of silence that speaks volumes. | emotional tension, domestic setting, power dynamics, moral crisis, medical ethics, complex relationships, emotional warfare, guilt and desire, medical authority questioned, professional boundaries, casual clothes, internal conflict, communication breakdown, ethical dilemmas, misunderstandings.

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→ A/N: Okay, so FINALLY posting the drama chapter!! Before you dive in, I need to make something very, very, very (did I say very?) clear about what's happening here. This chapter is absolutely NOT about virginity or some gross purity kink. Like, I would literally projectile vomit if anyone suggested I was writing that kind of male-gaze "untouched flower" bullshit. We are not in Stephen King territory here, describing "pale creamy mommy tits" or whatever horrifying descriptors men think are sexy. 🤢 The actual issue is about psychological dynamics and consent. Throughout these chapters, Hoseok has been enjoying this cat-and-mouse game where Y/N is clearly attracted to him but constantly second-guessing herself. He's been deliberately keeping her in this state of "is he into me or am I imagining it?" because he gets off on her uncertainty. He likes the plausible deniability! He likes watching her squirm! The PROBLEM hits when he realizes she's a virgin, which makes his brain connect some horrifying dots: if she's never been with anyone before, she doesn't understand the psychological game they're playing. She's not pretending to be confused as part of the dynamic—she genuinely doesn't know what's happening. His visceral reaction isn't "oh no, she's pure and innocent!" It's "oh fuck, I've been psychologically conditioning someone who didn't even know they were being manipulated." He thought they were engaged in mutual psychological edging, but now he realizes he's just been breaking her down without her even knowing there was a game being played. And let me clarify something important—when I say "conditioning" or when Hoseok feels like he's been "grooming" her, this is NOT actual grooming in the predatory sense. These are two consenting adults (Y/N is 23ish? Hoseok is 27/28ish?) who have known each other for years (she's had a crush on him for FOUR years, and he's been playing this game for about two). She's in her first year of med school, he's a first-year resident. I've calculated these ages very specifically to keep everything firmly in legal, consensual adult territory. The issue isn’t the age gap—it’s him realizing she wasn't psychologically equipped to understand the mind game they were playing. He thought she was a willing participant in a psychological dynamic, but now he's realizing she was just genuinely confused and uncertain because she lacks the experience to recognize what was happening. THAT'S why he's disgusted with himself. Not because he doesn't want to be her first (he absolutely does), but because he thinks he's been essentially manipulating someone who wasn't a willing participant in the power dynamic. Anyway, rant over! Enjoy the angst! 😈

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You’re standing on Hoseok’s doorstep.

Hoseok’s doorstep.

Like, his actual apartment. The place where he lives and sleeps and—

(No. Don’t think about that.)

Your fingers twist anxiously in the hem of your sweater as you stare up at the building. It’s ridiculous. Floor-to-ceiling windows, a private balcony, a lobby that smells like wealth and white oak. This isn’t some cramped resident’s crash pad—it’s the kind of place reserved for surgeons who drive luxury cars, not first-years who live off caffeine and whatever snacks they can steal from the nurses’ station.

It doesn’t make sense.

But then again, nothing about Hoseok ever does.

Your phone screen still glows with the text he sent this morning, casual as anything, like this is normal. Like this is something you do—just show up at his penthouse on a Thursday afternoon. You’d spent twenty minutes drafting excuses, each one more pathetic than the last, until your brother had mentioned it over breakfast:

“Oh yeah, Hoseok said you’re helping him organize his research papers today?”

Your toast had frozen halfway to your mouth. “He… what?”

“For his residency portfolio,” Caleb had said, not even looking up from his phone. “Said he needs a fresh pair of eyes on it.”

The lie was perfect. Believable. Academic.

(Of course it was. Everything about Hoseok is perfect.)

“Right,” you’d managed weakly. “That’s… that’s why.”

“Want me to drop you off? I’m heading that way anyway.”

And that’s how you ended up here—heart thundering against your ribs as you raise your hand to knock. Before your knuckles can touch the door, it swings open.

Your breath catches.

Because this—this isn't hospital Hoseok or teaching Hoseok or even party Hoseok. This is... home Hoseok.

He's wearing soft gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips and a white t-shirt that's clearly been washed too many times, the fabric thin enough that you can almost see the definition underneath. His feet are bare against the hardwood floor, and his hair is slightly messy like he's been running his fingers through it.

It's so domestic it makes your knees weak.

"Come on in." His voice is warm honey, dripping slow and sweet down your spine as he steps aside. The movement makes his shirt ride up slightly, exposing a strip of skin above his waistband that you definitely don't stare at.

(You stare at it.)

Your legs feel like jelly as you step past him into the apartment. His scent is everywhere here—that clean, citrusy smell that haunts your dreams, but stronger now, mixed with something warmer. More intimate.

The door clicks shut behind you with a soft finality that makes your pulse skip.

You're in Hoseok's house.

Alone.

With him.

On a Thursday.

Oh god.

"Shoes off," he instructs gently, and you comply automatically, toeing off your sneakers next to his neatly arranged row of footwear. The sight of your beat-up Converse next to his expensive dress shoes makes something flutter in your stomach.

"This way." His hand settles at the small of your back, guiding you down a hallway lined with framed medical certificates. The touch is light—barely there—but it burns through your sweater like a brand.

You follow him in silence, heart thundering against your ribs as he leads you deeper into his home. Everything is exactly how you imagined it would be: minimalist but warm, all clean lines and rich woods and subtle touches of luxury. A doctor's house. A successful man's house.

(A house where your brother's best friend is about to—)

"Nervous?" His voice cuts through your spiraling thoughts, tinged with something that might be amusement.

"No," you lie immediately, the word coming out too fast, too high.

His laugh is soft and knowing as he stops in front of a closed door. "Liar."

Before you can defend yourself, he's opening the door, and—

Oh god.

It's his study.

Of course it's his study.

The room is everything you'd expect: floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a massive mahogany desk, leather chairs that probably cost more than your tuition. Late afternoon sunlight streams through tall windows, casting golden shadows across polished surfaces.

But all you can focus on is the way he's looking at you—head tilted slightly, expression gentle but hungry.

Hungry.

"After you," he murmurs, and the words drip like honey down your spine.

You sink into one of the leather chairs, the expensive material creaking softly beneath you. Hoseok settles into the chair beside yours, close enough that his knee almost brushes yours. Almost. The near-contact raises goosebumps across your skin.

"Notes," he says simply, voice steady and professional like this is just another study session. Like you're not alone in his house, surrounded by his scent, drowning in memories of his fingers and his voice and his—

"Right." You reach for your backpack with trembling hands, but the strap slips through your fingers like water. Before it can hit the floor, Hoseok catches it smoothly, his reflexes quick and precise.

(Of course they're precise. He's a surgeon. Those hands are trained for precision.)

"Chip." His voice is gentle—too gentle—as he steadies the bag in your lap. "You're trembling."

Your face burns as his fingers brush against yours, lingering just a second too long. "What's up?"

Everything. Everything is up. You're in his house. Alone. And all you can think about is the way his thumb had pressed against your tongue in the anatomy lab, how his fingers had curled inside you while your brother's party continued downstairs, how badly you want him to—

"Nothing," you manage, voice tight and unconvincing.

He hums—that low, knowing sound he always makes and somehow feels menacing—and suddenly his hand is gripping the edge of your chair. Before you can process what's happening, he's pulling you closer with one fluid movement, the chair sliding across hardwood like you weigh nothing at all.

Your breath catches sharply at the display of casual strength.

Because fuck—how can someone be this effortlessly powerful? This casually devastating?

Does he even realize what he's doing to you, or is this just how he is?

Just Hoseok being Hoseok, completely unaware of how every little thing he does makes you want to crawl into his lap and—

"Nothing?" he repeats softly, and now his knee is definitely touching yours, the heat of him burning through your jeans. "You sure about that?"

No. You're not sure about anything anymore, except maybe the way your heart is trying to escape your chest and the fact that you're probably going to die right here in this expensive leather chair, killed by proximity and the ghost of his fingers on your skin.

His gaze lingers on your trembling hands, head tilting the way it does during patient evaluations—assessing, calculating.

“Your motor coordination's deteriorated since Saturday," he muses, leaning back in his chair with deceptive nonchalance. "We should address that first."

You open your mouth to protest, but he's already spreading his legs, the movement slow and deliberate. His sweatpants strain slightly over his thighs as he nods toward the newly created space between them.

"Come here."

The command is velvet-soft, phrased like a suggestion but weighted like an order. Your heart stutters as his fingers drum once—twice—against his left thigh. A silent countdown.

"W-why?" The question comes out breathless, already defeated.

His smile could sanitize an OR. "Ergonomic alignment. You can't properly present your research if your hands won't stop shaking." He gestures to his lap like he's explaining a textbook diagram. "Center of gravity adjustment. Basic kinesiology, Chip."

Your feet move before your brain catches up, drawn by the gravitational pull of his casual authority.

The first brush of your knees against his inner thighs sends electric currents up your spine. He doesn't help you, doesn't touch you—just watches with that infuriatingly patient smile as you awkwardly try to straddle the chair.

"Proper support requires full contact," he chides gently when you hover uncertainly above him.

His hands finally land on your hips, guiding you down until every inch of you molds against him. The heat of his chest seeps through your sweater, his heartbeat thudding steady against your racing one.

"There. Better?"

You nod mutely, hands braced against his shoulders. His t-shirt rides up slightly under your fingers, exposing the warm skin of his collarbone.

"Good." His thumbs dig into the divots of your hips—clinical pressure points that somehow feel indecent. "Now, synaptic transmission." His breath fans across your lips as he reaches past you, grabbing your notebook. "Start with glutamate receptors."

The pages blur as he flips to your highlighted section. His forearm brushes your breast—accidentally?—as he holds the notes up between you.

“Focus, Chip. Unless..." His head tilts, smile sharpening. "...you need tactile reinforcement?"

His knee shifts upward beneath you, applying deliberate pressure where you're already embarrassingly warm. A gasp escapes before you can stop it, fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Ah." His tongue clicks in mock disapproval. "Seems we've identified the distraction." The hand not holding your notes slides up your spine, pressing you closer until his lips graze your ear. "Shall we... desensitize the stimulus?"

His lips find the frantic pulse beneath your ear first—a calculated strike at your carotid artery that makes you sigh.

“Elevated heart rate," he murmurs against damp skin, teeth grazing the spot he'd marked days ago. "Persistent symptom since..." A suckling kiss that pulls a whimper from your throat. "...Thursday's assessment."

Your fingers twist in his worn tee as he works downward, each open-mouthed kiss along your jugular notch methodical. Clinical. Cruel.

"H-Hoseok—"

"Shh." His hand slides up your spine, deft fingers finding your sweater's zipper. "Need to auscultate properly." The zipper parts with a predatory hiss, cool air rushing over your heated skin. "No extraneous layers."

The sweater pools at your elbows before he tugs it off completely. Your arms instinctively cross over your chest—a futile shield against his darkening gaze.

"None of that." He catches your wrists, pinning them gently against his shoulders.

His breath stutters when he sees the bra.

Candyfloss pink. Lace scalloped with tiny bows. Straps straining over the swell of breasts he'd mapped through fabric days prior.

His Adam's apple bobs.

“Well." The word comes out rough, sanded down at the edges. "This is..." His thumb brushes a satin bow between your breasts. "...exceptionally thorough preparation."

You squirm under the praise—the implication—but his grip tightens on your hips. "I didn't—"

"Shh." His palm cups your breast through the lace, calluses catching on delicate threads. "Look at these." His thumb circles your nipple, watching it peak. "Like cherries dusted in sugar.”

"Hoseok—"

"Merely observational." His other hand slips beneath the bra's band, blunt nails scraping your ribcage. "Soft here." A squeeze that makes you arch. "Responsive here." His mouth seals over the lace, tongue swirling the dampening fabric. "Sweet here."

Your head falls back with a choked moo, nails biting into his shoulders. He hums approval against your breast, the vibration ricocheting straight to your clit.

"Still trembling," he notes, fingers walking up your spine to unhook the bra. The clasp gives with a snick that sounds obscenely loud. "We should stabilize your core."

His hands slide around to your front, palms flattening over your bare stomach.

“Deep breath in." You obey shakily. "Hold." His thumbs brush the undersides of your breasts. "Now exhale."

You deflate against him, breasts pressing into his chest. His groan rumbles through you. "There. Better."

His lips find yours in the space between breaths—not a kiss but a shared exhalation.

“Tell me you planned this," he demands against your mouth.

"Planned wh—"

His hips roll up, the thick line of his cock unmistakable through sweatpants and your thin jeans.

“The bows. The pink." A bite to your lower lip. "This devastating little bralette."

"N-no, I just—"

"Liar." He sucks the word from your lips, hands cradling your face. "You knew." Another grind that steals your breath. "Knew I'd want to ruin you in it."

His teeth close on a strap, dragging it down your shoulder. "Knew I'd need to see..." The other strap follows. "...how pretty you look coming undone in pastels."

The bra falls away. His pupils swallow entire galaxies.

"Fuck." The curse is reverence and ruin as he palms your bare breasts. "Should've known you'd weaponize cuteness."

Your retort dies when he lifts you slightly, mouth latching onto a nipple. The suction is brutal—claiming, corrective—as his free hand slides between you.

"Let's see..." His fingers find the button of your jeans. "...if your panties match."

His fingers still for a second as a wicked smile curves against your breast.

“Coordinated sets suggest..." The button pops free. "...premeditation."

You can't deny it—not when his hand slips into your jeans to find matching pink lace waiting.

His laugh ghosts across your damp nipple. “Knew it."

"I didn't—" Your protest breaks on a gasp as his thumb traces the scalloped edge. "It's just—"

"Just happened to wear a complete set?" His teeth graze your collarbone. "Just happened to pick the exact shade that makes me want to..." He tugs your jeans lower, exposing more pink lace. "...devour you?"

Your face burns as his fingers map the delicate fabric.

"Look at these." He hooks a finger under a tiny bow at your hip. "Like sugar spun into thread." His other hand cups your breast again, thumb flicking your peaked nipple.

"Stop—" you whimper, but his palm slides lower, cupping you through damp lace.

"Why?" His smile is gentle poison. "When you clearly dressed for this?" His middle finger traces your slit through the fabric. "When you're already soaking through all this pretty pink?"

Your hips buck against his hand involuntarily. He tsks softly.

"Such a sweet little thing." His fingers press harder, making you mewl. "All wrapped up like candy." His teeth find your pulse. "Makes me want to unwrapyou. Slowly."

The word drips like honey as his hand slips beneath the lace. "See how many licks..." His fingers part your folds. "...it takes..."

Your forehead drops to his shoulder as two fingers slide home.

"...to get to the center."

You let out a shaky exhale at that.

"Still so wet for me," he murmurs against your lips, two fingers pressing inside with careful precision. "Such a good—"

The rhythm of his movements changes subtly—no longer teasing but exploring. Something shifts in his touch, becoming more methodical. More... investigative.

You feel his breath stutter against your neck, the slight tension suddenly coiling through his body where it's pressed against yours.

His fingers curl slightly, pressing deeper, and you tense involuntarily at the unfamiliar pressure. It's different than when he touched you before—that night in your room when he stood behind your chair, his breath hot against your ear as his fingers worked between your thighs. This angle is deeper, more invasive, and your body responds with a reflexive resistance.

"Easy," he whispers, but the playfulness has evaporated from his voice. His free hand moves to your hip, steadying you as his fingers press more deliberately. "Relax for me."

You try, but your muscles tighten instinctively. The slight resistance—the way your inner walls grip his fingers—makes him go absolutely still.

His fingers withdraw so carefully it makes your chest ache. No teasing now. No slow, deliberate drag of his knuckles over your clothed heat just to watch you shudder. Just… absence.

And when you open your eyes, his face is wrong.

Too still. Too pale. His pupils blown so wide they nearly swallow the brown. His lips part, then shut again, like he’s bitten through his tongue.

The clinical terms evaporate.

"Chip."

His voice is hoarse.

The nickname that always made your stomach flip—always made you feel small, breakable, something for him to toy with—now sounds like a curse.

Like a word he can’t take back.

His thumb brushes your inner thigh, and—fuck, it’s trembling.

"You’ve never…" The sentence trails off, unfinished.

Your face burns as understanding clicks into place. Of course he can tell. Of course he knows. How many bodies has he been inside? How many women has he unraveled with those precise, knowing hands? Of course he can feel the difference.

"Not with—" your voice comes out too high, too thin, "I mean, I've done other things, but—"

"But never..." His gaze flicks down to where his hand still hovers near your thighs, then back to your face.

"I've used my own fingers," you blurt out, mortified but desperate to explain. "And that time in my room, when you—when we—"

"Different angle," he says quietly, almost to himself. "I was behind you. Not as deep."

You nod, humiliation crawling up your spine like ivy. Your thoughts scatter and race. Does it matter? Why should it matter? It's not like you're some precious untouched flower. It's not like you've been saving yourself. It's just—it's just—

(It's just that nobody has ever made you feel like you wanted to let them inside. Until him.)

"I didn't think it mattered," you whisper, the words tangling in your throat. "It's not like I'm—"

"Not like you're what?" His voice has gone dangerously soft.

"Not like I'm waiting for something special or—or saving myself or whatever stupid thing." Your words tumble out faster. "I just... nobody ever made me want to. Until now."

Silence stretches between you, taut as a surgical suture.

"Until me," he repeats, the words hollow. "Your brother's best friend. The one who's been deliberately blurring lines since the moment we met."

His face changes—like something has clicked into place. Like a puzzle snapping into its final, sickening shape.

But his expression. God. You've never seen him look like this. Like he’s about to be sick. Like you're the one who's done something wrong.

"Don't." Your voice is barely a whisper. Your hands fly up to cover your face. "Don’t make it a thing."

"It is a thing."

His voice cracks.

And when you peek through your fingers, he’s staring at your thighs, at the damp lace beneath the unbuttoned denim. And his hands—fuck, his hands—are trembling as they move to adjust your jeans, tugging the fabric back into place like he can undo what’s already been done.

"Christ," he breathes, hands fisting against the desk’s edge. "I’m your brother’s—"

"Don’t." You sit up too fast, nearly headbutting him. "Don’t use Caleb as an excuse when you’re the one who—"

"I know." The raw admission stops you cold. His knuckles blanch where he grips the wood. "I know exactly what I’ve done. What I’m doing."

A short, bitter laugh punches out of him.

"Manipulating your crush." His teeth click as his jaw clenches. "Abusing my position. Fucking my best friend’s sister in my—"

"You’re not fucking me!" The words burst out louder than intended. "You’re—you're teaching me. Showing me. And I want it. I asked for it."

His gaze snaps to yours, dark and devastated.

"You don’t know what you’re asking."

"Does it matter?"

"It fucking matters!" His voice is jagged now, slicing through the space between you. "Because if I’d known—if I’d realized—" His throat works. "Christ. I let you choke on my cock. Made you take the whole thing. And you—" His eyes flick down, to your open legs, to the flush of your skin beneath the denim. "You didn’t think to mention—"

“Say it.” Your voice is razor-sharp. “Go ahead. Diagnose me, Dr. Jung. What’s my prognosis?”

His flinch is barely perceptible.

"You’re actually—" His breath catches. His eyes squeeze shut. "Inexperienced."

The clinical term dangles between you, sterile and ugly.

"So?" You lift your chin, daring him to look at you. "I wanted this. With you."

His inhale is sharp. Like something being ripped out of him. His head tilts, his gaze drags over you—shaky, uncertain, searching. And then—

His face changes.

Like something has clicked into place. Like a puzzle snapping into its final, sickening shape.

"You don't understand what we've been doing." The words come out like they're being dragged from him. "All this time—the teasing, the ambiguity, the doubt—"

"I understand perfectly well," you snap, but he's already shaking his head.

"No. You don't." His voice breaks on the last word. "This whole thing—the way I've been treating you—it's a specific kind of dynamic. A power exchange. A mind game."

He pushes off the desk, runs his hands roughly through his hair.

"I thought you were playing along," he continues, voice rising with each word. "I thought you understood the game—that you were pretending not to know what was happening. That you were letting me seduce you, letting me make you doubt yourself because you liked it."

Your stomach drops as the implications settle.

"But you weren't playing," he says, voice hollow now. "You weren't pretending to be confused. You actually didn't know what was happening."

He staggers back like he’s been struck. One step. Then two. And then—

Oh, God.

He actually retches.

Bends over, a harsh, sick sound ripping from his throat, hands braced on his knees like he might actually vomit right there on the fucking floor.

Your stomach twists violently.

"Hoseok—"

"Don’t."

He doesn’t even lift his head. His shoulders are heaving, and the fingers pressed to his lips are shaking, and fuck, fuck, fuck, what have you done?

Why does it feel like you’re the one who did something wrong?

"You got off on it." Your voice is quieter now. Less rage, more—god, you don’t even know. "You liked making me doubt myself. Pretending this was all in my head. But now that you know I’m actually—"

"That’s the fucking problem!"

His voice breaks.

Loud. Raw. A guttural, vicious thing ripped straight from his chest.

His hands are in his hair, gripping hard. His chest rises, falls—too fast, too sharp, like he can’t catch his breath.

"You were doubting yourself," he grits out. "Actually doubting yourself. You weren’t playing—you weren’t teasing, you weren’t pretending to hesitate—you didn’t know!"

You don’t speak. You can’t.

"You weren’t letting yourself be seduced." His voice drops lower, ragged. "I was conditioning you."

The room tilts.

"You didn’t need coaxing. You weren’t fighting it. You just didn’t know what was happening to you." His eyes are blown wide, almost frantic. "And I liked it."

The breath punches out of your lungs.

"I liked watching you get flustered. I liked seeing you hesitate." His voice is hoarse, unsteady. "I liked watching you struggle to figure out if it was real or in your head."

Something in your stomach plummets.

"But it was never a fucking game for you," he rasps. "You weren’t playing along. You weren’t playing at all."

Silence.

Thick. Suffocating.

His hands drag down his face. His shoulders are still heaving, like his body is rejecting the words even as he says them.

"I wanted—fuck." His fingers tangle in his hair, tugging hard at the roots. "I wanted to ruin you. In pastels, on your knees, pink lace soaked through because I made you like this. I wanted you pliant, desperate—mine—but I never wanted—I thought you knew this type of play—"

His next inhale is sharp.

"But you didn't know the rules at all. Because you've never even played the game before."

His face is ashen now, like all the blood has drained from it.

“Put your clothes on.”

The finality in his voice turns your bones to ice.

And you realize—too late—that the real game is over.

You dress mechanically, fingers trembling on each button. He watches like a surgeon monitoring vitals—detached, analytical.

The car ride is silent.

Your phone buzzes at 2 AM:

𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤: 𝙻𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚔’𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍. 𝚄𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚕𝚞𝚎.

𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝: A photo of your sock, neatly mended.

𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢.

You stare at the message until the screen dims.

He’s lying.

He has to be lying.

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threepandas · 6 months ago

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Bad End: Actions Speak

"Be Silent."

Those were the first words commanded to me by the High Dragon Prince of the South. He did not want to hear me. Did not want to see me. To even be forced to endure, my obnoxious, insignificant, human presence. Any more then he absolutely had too. If it weren't for the fact that I had magic? He likely would have preferred to have me killed.

Just like the others.

I was a prisoner of war. One, which? I had no choice but to take part in. Had been drafted, by the humans. Only to be captured, by the dragons. All I had wanted? From my second chance at life? Was to live quietly. Study magic. Enjoy what I could not, before. Instead? I got warfare. Fear. The constant threat of death.

They needed me to open confidential human intelligence. Reverse engineer defenses and weapons. My safety and quality of life? Depended entirely on my compliance. And? If those reports and devices happened to be trapped to hell 'n back? By Mages FAR more skilled then myself?

Do it anyway. You are replaceable. Either you succeed... or you die.

You... hah... y-you really...

Really can say, I guess, n-now I know...? That...

That you really DO learn faster, under fire. Enduring pain curses. Fighting lethal curses, for your very life. Fire and drowning attacks. Lightning. Wind spells meant to choke the life of out of me, by sucking out all the air from my lungs. They... they really were creative, weren't they? My old colleagues.

Yes, sadistic, in ways I had never imagined. But also? Very, very creative.

I had the scars to prove it now.

All the while, as commanded, I did not talk. Did not DARE. Still do not. Even as I am shoved around. Dragged from tent to tent, building to building. Hurried along, like an inconvenience. A faulty, inefficient, piece of machinery, that dares eat their food and breathe their air. Slow and lagging, but sadly? Oh, sadly. They could not find better.

But I endure. Survive. I do not talk, so I can not offer. I give them nothing more then they demand. Malicious compliance. Nothing more, nothing less, then EXACTLY as you commanded, oh Wardens mine. My Keepers, foul and wretched. The holders of my chains. Someday... someday, this war will end. Or I will die, my luck running out, at long, long last.

And I?

I Will Be Free.

Once, long before this all, I had heard rumors. They say that talented humans, magically gifted humans, tended to be kept as glorified, pampered little pets, in the Vampiric lands. It... it sounds nice, now. To worry for nothing. To be protected. Adored and provided for, like some exquisite house cat, lounging in the sun. I could study again. Find someone nice.

....I worry.

You see, I... I think...

I may be breaking, around the edges of myself. Hairline fractures, born of stress. It's the isolation. Surrounded as I am. None of them are human, none of them will talk to me, at me. Anything at all. They follow the lead of their Prince. And he? Oh, he has made his distain for humanity clear.

Which begs the question. Why is he here?

Or rather, why am I? Dragged, from the ratty little cloth hovel they call "my tent", by the worn and patched to incoherence cloak I now wear, straight to the central command tent. Where the Prince is. The generals. The beating heart of the army itself. Dumped on the ground at his feet, I was fully expecting that to be it. That this would be the day.

They had found a better, less worn down, mage. A stronger one. A more obedient one. My services would no longer be... required.

I sat there. In the dirt. Eyes locked on his feet and waited. Palms splayed against the floor. Why bother fight? If I did THAT, they'd use me as "an example" for the NEXT mage. No. No, better to go quick. I had been reborn once. T-there was a possibility... however small... it... it might? Happen again?

Please, Gods. Please Gods, let it happen again.

But no. I was told, with judgment in his voice, by some general, to "get up". Ha! As though they were not directly responsible for my beaten down state. How dare. How DARE he judge me? I owed them nothing. Refused to die, in some short sighted tantrum of honor or pride.

I would LIVE, damn it. I MUST live. For how ever long I could. I wanted to be free again. To read and travel, do magic for magics sake. Never... NEVER see another dragon again.

Perhaps that was hateful. But damn it... I... I was so tired.

Nonetheless, I stood. Looked at no one and said nothing. Just an empty, ragged cloak with flesh inside. I am not here. I do not suffer. Unfocus your eyes and be far away. Yes, that's right, I tell myself, far... far away. It's like meditation. Just... ride the flow of magic. Do not call it. Merely observe. Let the colors drag you in. Be washed away. Far, far away.

I hear and do not hear, there. See and do not see. They can not touch me, can not hurt me, there is nothing and everything, in the Magics. It is... so... so BeAuTiFuL.

No wonder so many are lost. Drift and never come back.

I play a dangerous game, here.

But they can not hurt me.

No one can.

In here.

No answer comes then. But I am expected to work. Perhaps it is a show? Or they wish to verify, that I am indeed, doing what they keep me alive for. Nonetheless, I sit, in the corner, silent as I got to work. As old colleagues try to stop my heart, freeze my blood, rupture my organs. As burns roar over my skin and lightning crackles against canvas walls.

I do not scream. That would be too close to "speaking". I am not fool enough to give them an excuse. There is a belt I can bite. I use it often. Will have to salvage another, as this one is falling to pieces. That and a silencing spell? My screaming is muted.

Getting better at healing magic, I think. Either I have learned to numb the pain or I may have nerve damage. I doubt, now, that I will ever win awards. For my beauty. Too many scars. My arms are a wreck. My hands a travesty. It is nothing short of a miracle, that I have not LOST any fingers, to this.

Why am I here? Why? Why?

At least in my little hovel, I can curl up and weep. Emote. Can take breaks between bouts of pain and battles of magic. But here? Like a machine, stacks are dumped before me, and I am expected to perform. Do or die, human. We can always find another.

Through it all, haunting golden eyes watch. My pain, my exhaustion, all observed, giving away nothing, by that impassive royal face. I don't know what he WANTS.

Finally, after weeks of considering me, he decides to tell me. Comes to some conclusion, no input required. Why would it be? Of course. He is a High Prince. His power is great, his honor and name without equal. Why would he need MY input on anything.

"Did I know," he asked me, voice ponderous and musing, "That of all the mages his people have captured... I had lived the longest?"

I had not. But it did not suprise me.

He sat, considering me, splayed back in his chair like it was a throne, every bit the picture of a royal. A portrait of the man he was born to be. But the distain... the distain? Had... lessened. Not gone. Never gone. Gods, no. We peons were beneath him. Especially I, a mere human. But? Apparently I was not longer quite so wretched.

Our dear High Prince decided I should get a better tent. A new cloak. Actual medical supplies. What wonders.

It made me nervous. What cost, did these things come with? What expectation? Loyalty? I had offered none and never will. That would quickly become a problem. Still, I kept my head down. Always, always, keep your head down. Let the dragons die, for their stupid fucking war.

No longer replaceable. I discovered.

In the next big attack, as there was ALWAYS a next one, I wasn't evacuated last. As attacks fell. But FIRST, as the soilders were arriving. I was... was "essential personal". Shoved in an evac cart with the fancy strategists.

They started deliberately capturing mage supplies. Books and spell papers, chalks and high quality inks. Not just to disarm their opponents. Oh no. But to give to ME. I had... I had NEVER gotten supplies. The last time I had actually, truely, desperately, needed ink? I had been forced to use my own blood.

My hands actually shook. Touching such richs now. It overwhelmed, after so long, with nothing. I... I had healing books. Could actually look things up!

Curling up, before the piles of crates they dumped in front of my little tent, I didn't care, if they saw me cry. On my knees like an acolyte before the alter. Finally. FINALLY! Answers, armaments, and supplies. Relief, after so long? Was rain on desert sands. Burned skin left tender and screaming, to the cleansing mercy, of the softly weeping skies.

This, too, the High Prince saw.

No where to store them, of course. A gift given then taken away. Held just out of reach. Just long enough to give hope. All the better to torment you with it. Oh where we would we store, your useless little trinkets, human?

But I refuse to play the game. Fine. Take them. Take it all.

I need nothing.

Retreat into the Magics. They can not hurt me. I am not here. Far, far away. I am far, far away.

The High Prince, lounging and watchful, seems to have decided. No. The human things will go to him, actually, not to the fire. He watches with strange, considering eyes. In fact? I will make my self useful. Show my gratefulness. He is using valuable storage space on me, so I am to come before him and study. Prove it is worth it.

Is he not gracious? Now press your face to the dirt in thanks, human. Bow and scrape. Be glad, be honored, that your Liege is so kind.

He does not disagree, as they tell me these things. Why would he? They are his due. I think... I think I hate him. Hate them all. But the pull of books, of proper supplies, is simply too powerful. Back to that wretched tent I go. Under the staring eyes that dissect me so. Finally, I can heal my aching body.

He watchs me. As I study, improve, learn and grow. As old books are taken from me, shipped away somewhere, beyond my reaching, and new ones arrive. I desperately make notes. Hope those notes will be enough. Work and suffer and bleed. Somewhere, in the camp, I sense others.

The come and go. Bright lights that flare and then dim. Struggling and struggling, before finally going out. Some faster then others. The objects and messages they have me working on now? Are truely nasty. Again and again, I see the crests of Nobel houses and royal seals. How powerful, I wonder, have I become? Or is it simply... specialized?

A gift, for not dying.

Over the camp walls, I have begun to recognize the surroundings. The mountains and the valleys. The trees, in bloom. It seems wrong, that the world should be so beautiful, as everything is ending. The nation I grew up in, is falling. But... but we passed Heartriver two weeks back. And THAT? Was well within the border.

And from HERE... I can see the school.

The University of Magics. All I had ever wished, was to return. But... but not like this, never like this. I'm... gods. Oh Gods, I'm sorry. For my weakness. For not choosing to die. For not running at all, before it all began. I should have. But... but I was a coward. And now everyone else, must pay the price.

I stand outside my pathetic little tent and watch the horizon smoke. Burn.

Dragons are so very, very fond of fire.

Far away... j-just go far away... the Magic will always take you. Is always kind. Towards the tent I go. I remind myself, as I force myself to move, one step in front of the other? That if the worst comes to worst? I can just... Let Go. Go DEEP. So deep that no one and nothing can ever find me again. So far away, my body forgets I ever lived at all.

Just... just a soul. Floating along like a jellyfish, in the beautiful Allthings. The light and void, the far away and gone. I-It wouldn't even hurt. Just be like... like letting go of a balloon. I could be that balloon. Disappear into endless starlight...

But... BUT! I wont.. I can't! Not yet. Not until every other path has burned. Last resort. Only, ONLY, as a last resort.

(I refuse to acknowledge... how comforting the knowledge is. That I have a plan at all. A way out.)

Entering the tent, I head for "my table". At the High Prince' feet like a dog. A lovely little carpet, comfortable little pillows, a low table to work on. It would... honestly? It would be a lovely place setting. A delightful workstation. If it were not the context. The obvious, blatant, demeaning context.

Sit at his feet and behave. Be good and you're rewarded, be bad and you're punished. Brought little treats at HIS command? Sit on a pillow, on the floor, as they talk over your head? Ha ha... I? I half expected to one day show up to find someone holding a fucking collar.

If they fucking tried? I was going to set everything on FIRE. Even I, had limits.

However, it was just the Prince and I. Uncomfortable, but I could ignore him. Walking for my humiliating little seat, I noticed him watching me. Slowed. Why... why was he watching me? Awkwardly I paused. Did NOT want to be kneeling in front of a man that was staring that intently at me. Especially not so closely to a man, staring like that. The vibes were... off.

"Did you know, pet, that we actually have several rather old alliances amoung the Vampiric Royal Houses?" He said, breaking the strange silence.

'Pet, huh? Good to know he's at least fucking AWARE. I did NOT consent to that!' I seethe, in my head.

"It's been bothering me, you see. Your wretched state." He continues, completely unbothered that he might as well be talking to a statue. I stare, seethe, would give a limb at this point, to set him on fire. "You've suffered unbearably and I've done nothing to correct it, even though I could. We needed you for the war effort, you see, but now? Now, pet, we're nearly done. And I can finally care for you properly."

"Reward you, properly." The bastard says, calm and oh so reasonable, as though I had anything to do with him willingly.

"Honestly, it's long over due. The second I realized I wanted you as Mine, I should have stepped up to care for you properly. Officially. But, sadly, it would have been a conflict of interest. An abuse of power. Now, however? Now I can finally call on our allies for their support. Get you the medical assistance you so badly require."

A pleased smile stole across his face as he considered me.

"You'll make a lovely vampire. It was selfish of me, to cheat you of the years turning you sooner would have given you, but I'm sure you'll forgive me with time. Our people needed us. I can swear to you now, pet, you will forever remain my favorite, even if I take a Queen."

Horror was like a gut punch, deliver by a fighter jet. I felt immediately and intensely sick. W-what? Frozen so completely I nearly forgot to breathe, I looked for ANY sign he may be joking. Exaggerating. But... but no. W-WHAT?? How. WHEN? At what point, in my torment? In my UTTER SILENCE? Did this man "fall in love"?!

H-How can you LOVE a women you've never-?! No. No, I KNEW how.

You decide you like the IDEA of them. The shape of their body. You project onto them your OWN narrative and decide it is a love story. Fuck. FUCK!! I was... this was... no no NO! I REFUSED. Like HELL was I could to live, trapped for DECADES if not CENTURIES, the pretty little war bride of a tyrant!

The High Prince gets up and walkes towards me. Sweeps me into terrifyingly powerful arms. When he smiles? There are fangs. Deadly and hardly the comfort he thinks they are. We are a laughable contrast. Richs and rags, power and prisoner, royal and the woman who might just burn the world to escape. Shit. SHIT. I was scared of him before.

And that's BEFORE he decided he loved me.

#threepandas #yandere #yandere x reader #yanblr #reader insert #powerful yandere #power imbalance #trapped reader #tw sui ideation #she IS trapped n not cool with that #pow reader #tw power imbalance #tw pow #tw war mention #yandere dragon #royal yandere #entitled asshole yandere #bad end actions speak #bad end actions speak au

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a-random-fandom-friend · 3 months ago

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Hate to break it to you but the "striped wolf" is literally a hyena. Much like how the "spotted wolf" is an african wild dog. They are meant to represent real non-wolf animals. Bizarre choice, but one they made.

I mean... listen. I wrote and deleted a few posts to try to be as clear as possible.

We got the Grey Wolf and the Dog, right ? Canis lupus and Canis lupus familiaris. Literally same specie. It's clear, it's good.

When we go back to the Genus (grouping everyonr who uses the "Canis" part), we got coyotes, and lots of type of wolves (african wolf, red wolf, golden jackal...). Very clear, those are also wolves (or jackals), it's easy. Let's say those are siblings.

What is their closest relative ? Well usually, the Genuses are grouped in Family, but the "canine-looking" branch is so detailled that there is a sub-family, a tribe and even a sub-tribe, which is pretty rare.

Their sub-tribe is called Canina. In this sub-tribe, there are the Canis(wolves), Lycaon (the only specie is the African Wild Dog), Lupuella (2 species of jackals) and Cuon (the only specie is the dhole). Those are 1rst cousins (their parents were siblings)

Its sister sub-tribe (the other sub-tribe in the tribe Canini) is called Cerdocyonina and has incredible names like Atelocynus, Cerdocyon, Chrysocyon, Lycalopex, and Speothos but the important part is that they are : maned wolf. Bush dogs. South american fox. They're incredibly close to... well, classic grey wolves. They're 2nd cousins (their grandparents were siblings).

Then, the closest relatives of the Canini tribe are the other tribes in the Caninae sub-family. So which other tribes are there ? Well, the tribe Vulpini, which means everything fox ! Red foxes, fennecs, tanuki, all of those are here. They are 3rd degree cousin, meaning their great-grandparent were siblings.

Let's note that, once arrived here, we got already a divergence in models in minecraft. Wolves and Foxes are, clearly, different things in minecraft.

Hyenas are not here. Bc hyenas are so fucking far away.

But to get back to our family tree :

Caninae is a sub family in the family Canidae. The other sub families in it are exict, so in our analogy it just means that their great-great-grandparent didn't have any surviving sibling. So, no 4rth degree cousin.

What is above family ? Order, or in this case, sub-order. The Caniformia sub-order regroups the Canidae family (wolves, dogs, foxes) and the Articoidea family, which are... bears, otters, skunk and walruses. Yeah, all of them. And more, like Red panda and racoons. The scientific terms are Ursoidae, mustelida and pinnipedimorpha. Which means, weasels, polar bears and seals are 5rth cousin with grey wolves and dogs (great great great grandparents were siblings). Also it's really obvious but Bears also have their own minecraft model, distict from wolves are foxes.

Above the Caniformia sub-order, we finally have the Order. Wolves' order are Carnivora, which, are you might guess, is absolutly huge. Sixth lasgest order of mammals. The Carnivora order has 2 sub orders : the caniformia... and the feliformia. THAT'S where the hyena is. The closest relative to both wolves and hyenas are in the ORDER. that's so incredibly far away !!! 6th cousin, so their great great great great grandparent were siblings.

Just. Yeah, imagine, someone comes to you and says "the grandmother of the grandma of your grandma... was the sister of the grand father of the grandma of my grandpa". Do you even consider yourself related, at this point ? Technically yes, but if we consider that all of these people had their kids at 30, and you're 30 yourself that's means the last common ancestor with this person was born in 1780.

Anyway. Yeah. I'm tired. They coded ocelots differently than wild cats but used the same model, and the group where they find eachother is the sub-family (3rd cousin) Hyenas are in a sub-order (5th cousin) with cats. Dogs are more closely related to bears and walruses than to hyenas.

If we transpose that to humans...

Our genus (1rst cousin) is Homo. We're the only surviving specie.Same with our sub tribe, australopithecine.

Our tribe is Hominini. It groups us with chimpanzee and bonobos.

Our subfamily is homininae. It groups us with gorillas.

Our family is hominidae. It groups us with orangutans.

We have a super-family grouping us with gibbons and siamang. A parv-order grouping us with macaques, baboons, madrills. A infraorder grouping us with spider monkeys, marmosets, squirel monkeys.

Suborder harplohini groups us with tarsiers.

Our order, Primates, groups us with lemurs. Lorises. Pottos. Galagos.

You are closer to this

...than a dog is close to a hyena.

So no, I refute Mojang's choice. Their "stiped wolf" will not be a hyena. They made up creepers and sniffers and endermites, well they also made up the striped wolf. Their 'wolves' can be coyotes and jackals and weirder things, but since they can't be foxes or bears... they can't be hyenas.

#minecraft #minecraft dog #minecraft wolf #i know they decided to go with “but they kinda look like wolves' but like. they're still not wolves.#do thet laugh and cry like hyenas or do they go 'woof woof' ? yeah that's a proof too #biology

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luffyvace · 1 year ago

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Her brook Idk if your req are closed so read this at your convenience 🙏

I wanted to ask for a male harpy reader strawhat hc or if not just hc with luffy, more specifically based off a bird with heavy feathers like a snowy owl cause I’d love to imagine that he complains about the heat a lot and wonders why he’s sweating more then usual but it’s just luffy hugging his legs cus he’s so soft

Love your work brook 🙏☺️

nope! Still open lovely anon<3

when I tell you I did NOT know what a harpy was 🤦‍♀️ I had to do research for accuracy 😅😋

but don’t worry it’s all good I’ll be more than happy to do your request!

I’m telling you right here right now luffy would most definitely be interested in a reader like this!! You know how many unique animals and such he tried to recruit into the crew that weren’t even human?? 😂💗

and thank you!! I’m so happy you enjoy my headcanons :) that makes me very happy!

Okay I’m just saying…….like chopper…if you look more animal than human….his first thought is to eat you

”you think he tastes good?” 😋

😭😭

IT JUST IS !!

moving on…♡

He thinks your wings are really cool

I mean a 6.5 ft wing span…….I do too!!

definitely wanted to measure them to check after he learned that

to which he got himself wrapped up in the measuring tape

Both you and luffy eat “strange” animals

such as sloths, monkeys, porcupines, squirrels, opossums, armadillo’s, anteaters and sometimes parrots…..other birds too 😋🍴

No animal is safe 😭

every island you go to the two of you immediately start scouting for whatever variety of yummy foods you could find

”I’ve got news for you two—normal people don’t eat those animals”

- Nami ♡

it taste absolutely delicious to you!!

honestly you probably got Luffy into eating them

which so funny because he already loves eating all types of weird things

which is probably why he was so easy to convince him to eat it too

like he would normally see a monkey and go oh cool a monkey!

but now….😈😈

not all the time tho

mostly when he’s hungry

……….so I guess I lied, yes all the time 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

he saw you eating a armadillo with some sloth on the side and was like

oooo I gotta try that 🤪🤪

you might dislike for cats seeing as though a harpy’s predator is a jaguar

Least baby harpy’s anyway…

still! 😠

it’s good for you that the sunny is big once y’all upgrade from merry

it has plenty of rooms with shade for you, since a harpy’s natural habitat is rainforests

and they mainly stay in the shade anyway :)

franky probably had a room built that simulates a rainforest for your comfort 💕

like how he simulated the grass

once Luffy found out harpy’s are rare to find and you found the tori tori no mi - model: harpy- it was pretty much settled for you to join the crew :)

like he loves rare stuff!

it’s like treasure!

and you know darn well a pirate will fight for his treasure! 😼

you use your high pitch bird call to reunite the strawhats whenever you guys get separated (which is like- every time you go on an adventure 😀 besides the point-)

it’s loud enough and ranges far enough to the point where it’s more efficient than yelling

very much so comes in handy when your in danger too

also not to mention luffy is 100% gonna wanna fly on your back since you have wings

he probably won’t even ask

he’ll just rocket onto your back while your flying one day and refuse to get off cuz it’s fun

it likely ends with him spotting something cool, telling you to go over to it and getting you two into trouble

just be ready for the

😬😁 ✊😠 💥💥 😖😓

sequence again

flying also comes in handy when saving the strawhat’s BUTT!

You and Robin like 🦅🦅

LOLLL

but no fr you literally just swoop in and save the day 🦸

SUPERRRRRRR M/N!! *super man pose* better yet *franky pose*

Zoro will also appreciate it if you catch him while falling because I swear that man is always getting smacked around-

same with Nami 🧡

another time

Robin was stating facts about harpy’s when the strawhats first met you, and you were confirming

she mentioned that they typically lived 35-45 years (but she was talking about the ANIMAL.)

Luffy—of course—mistook this

“WHAAAT?! YOU MEAN TO TELL ME OUR NEW NAKAMA’S GONNA DIE SOON?!”

*Nami steps in*

”CALM DOWN IDIOT THATS NOT WHAT SHE SAID!!” 💥💥

“……..and besides..! M/n’s not an animal! He’s still a person you know?! Sheesh…..of course he’s gonna live the lifespan of a human”

Sanji will of course cook any animal of your request into your meal

if it’s more nutritious for you—then certainly he’ll do so!

he always prioritizes nutritional value in his meals, and thats different for everybody!

Luffy however….he will get annoyed with 😂

”GO AWAY STUPID *kicks across room* YOU DONT NEED THIS TO SURVIVE! THIS IS FOR M/N!”

your like one of the few men in his life Sanji doesn’t hate

okay I know that was more harpy facts related so now I’ll get into the scenario you mentioned 😅💗

Luffy uses you for warmth in the winter (all the strawhats do)

like chopper ;P

especially with your large and soft wings

”M/n…spread your wings out..we need your warmth..”

-Zoro

you’ve been complaining about the heat all day

You felt like you were ON FIRE.

like seriously?! What was gon on today?!

it’s not like birds need to shed……so why are you burning up!??

”mmmm…your so warm M/n!”

”LUFFY?!”

”shishishishishi!”

”no wonder I felt heavier than usual!! Get off me Luffy!”

”awwhhhh WHYYYYYY?”

”what?! Why?! Because I’m burning up! I already have all these feathers! You’ve got to get off of me Luffy!”

*whines* “but mmmmm/nnnnnn! Your so waaaarrrrm!”

*sighs and face palms* *attempts to pry him off*

“noooooo m/nnnnnn! I don’t waaaaanna get ooofff!!”

Luffy practically had you in a literal choke hold

he was not about to let you go.

and you know he’s got himself wrapped alllllll the way around 😂😂

once again thank you for the compliment my dear!!

Hopefully I did your hcs justice and that you enjoyed them! <3

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zzalina · 26 days ago

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If les mis characters were from Spain, which parts of the country would they be from?

Ohh I've actually thought of doing a post about this, thanks for asking!!

Pls don't take this seriously, it's mainly based in vibes and stupid stereotypes lol

Enjolras - Catalonia (Barcelona)

You know, I know, we all know he's from Catalonia. Idk he just gives me the vibes. Also he's a city boy, he's barcelonés.

Grantaire - La Rioja

This region is famous for producing wine, I know Grantaire would love that

Jehan - Andalucía (Cádiz)

Since @thepigeonsfanart said they would love Carnaval de Cádiz I can't take this idea out of my mind so...

Feuilly - Extremadura

Idk he has the vibes and when I make characters from Spain I always have to make some character extremeño for a friend of mine so this one goes for him

Marius - Madrid

He's not just madrileño, he's gato (Yeah, cat. That's how you're called if your parents and grandparents are all from Madrid). Also he likes Madrid water and gets lost in Atocha as a good madrileño

Courfeyrac - Madrid (Aranjuez)

He's Madrileño too but not from the city. He's from Aranjuez. Why? Bcs I say so

Valjean - Euskal Herria/Basque Country (Bilbo/Bilbao)

There's this thing about basque people being very strong... Obviously Valjean had to be from here. But you know what they say, "los de Bilbao nacen donde quieren" so he could be from anywhere lol

Javert - Asturias

Another man from the north and also... my friend said instead of river Sena, river Sella... There's a very beautiful and famous bridge in Cangas de Onís I think he might like (sorry)

Bishop Myriel - Murcia

He is the bishop of Digne, located in southeastern France. Guess where is Murcia (also a man as good as him doesn't exist, and Murcia doesn't exist either lol) (For non spanish people, there's this joke in Spain about Murcia not being real, idk where it comes from)

Cosette - Valencia

Idk why I just think she would look amazing dressed as a fallera

Just imagine her wearing something like this:

And that's all I could think of ! There are many other characters and many other places in Spain so if I get bored enough I might make another post . Also feel free to disagree bcs this is based in vibes and my friend's opinions lol

#A friend of mine said Enjolras should be from Seville because “Enjolras tiene un color especial”#I just find that so funny #Also RIP Combeferre you would have loved hating on RENFE #les mis rambling #les mis #les miserables

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mysilaan · 11 months ago

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What’s sleeping with the Touchstarved LIs like? Nothing sexual. Just. Sleeping lol eepy pals

I like imagining Ais moving in his sleep BUT you only get to notice that once you wake up lol (he’s curled up in the corner of your bed fast asleep with the blanket at his feet) ALSO BIG BUT!!!!! That’s only if he’s not cuddling you to sleep (smth he does often). Only then will he sleep sound and motionless. He doesn’t give a shit if his arm falls asleep. GIVE HIM CUDDLES.

Sleeping with Leander is just with him standing in the corner of the room. Unblinking. Covered in the shadows. He Does Not Sleep. He’s normal though, I swear :-) :-) jk I love to have this man.

HELLO ANON

Hope you’re good! I love this request… I don’t know if Ais sleeps actually… But if he does I’m sure he’s a light sleeper. For Leander that guy might as well be dying from lack of sleep LMAO

For the other LIs… Kuras definitely doesn’t sleep, I think Mhin is pretty paranoid so I’m imagining they have a lot of nightmares, or insomnia… For Vere, idk why but he gives off the vibe of the heavy sleeper: he’s 100% taking all the place in the bed and is impossible to wake up against his will… Well, basically a cat.

BUT I did write a little something about Ais (and a small part about Leander) because your ideas were funny to write, I had to…

After blood, sweat and tears it's finally here... And I can't not thank @aiscapades for helping me edit the text (most of the prettiest sentences are their...) if you ever write something I'll definitely devour it because you sublimed this headcanon...

Enjoy!! 🫶

TOUCHSTARVED HEADCANON🍒

Ais and Leander centered

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The ambiance at the Wet Wick that night was quite festive, as it almost always was, but it was particularly noisy this time. The barman didn’t have a second to rest; every minute, someone went to the bar to order another drink. You were seated with Leander and Ais in a corner of the tavern, the three of you sharing a drink or several... The mood between you was light. Leander and Ais were lightheartedly sharing some death threats as usual, while you were listening to them, a grin on your face. You were pretty wasted because of all the drinks Leander suggested you try, while Ais was giving you a disapproving glance. It felt kind of awkward to be the only drunk one around the table you thought while partially listening to whatever they were saying. You didn’t like being treated like an idiot, so you stopped the boys in one of their quarrels by slamming your hand in the center of the table. “Why am I the only one who can’t hold my drink here? I find it pretty unfair. Why did you make me drink so much?” Ais raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think it’s about how badly you hold your drink, but much more because of how many of those weird drinks you got from Leander.” That remark made you pretty upset, and Leander’s laughter turned your cheeks more red than they already were. “I can’t refuse a challenge!” “Yeah, that’s the problem,” Ais added. Leander leaned over the table to get his face closer to yours. “You know, I’m pretty impressed you’re still alive with all that you drank.” You didn’t know if he was serious or not. The smile on his face could be a hint of sarcasm or genuine amazement… You were too drunk to guess which one it was anyway, so you started joking. “Oh babe… You know it’s hard to get rid of me.” “Really…?” Leander answered with a smirk on his face. The tension between the two of you started getting heavier… Did he want to make out with you or kill you? You had no idea, and you would never be able to know as Ais pulled Leander back on his chair by the collar of his jacket. “If you want to mate so badly, the room’s upstairs.” “We’re not animals,” you simply said. “Are you, Sparrow?” He grinned widely, proud of his teasing. “Har har. Very funny. I already told you to stop calling me that!” “Make me.” His lips were pulled back in a wide grin, his amusement giving a clear view of his fangs.

A sudden thought that you couldn’t restrain, popped in your head. Your alcoholised mind was making it hard for you to process any coherent thought, so you simply stood up and looked straight in Ais’ eyes. “Come.” You turned your head toward Leander, and stared at him in a weird way for a few seconds as if you wanted to tell him something by telepathy. But you didn't add any further clarification. Instead, you stood up from the table and made your way up the tavern stairs. “What the fuck…" Ais breathed, dumbfounded. The two boys sat in silence for a while, gazes locked across the table, before Ais got up and joined you upstairs. The place was barely lit by a single candle in the corner of the room. Ais closed the door behind him before asking: “What’s wrong with you?” You took him by the shoulders to make him sit on your bed… But as strong as he was, there wasn't much you could do to actually make him do that. “Please, sit.” He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t receive orders.” Though, when you tried to push him on your bed once again, he did sit. You were now face to face. His towering height usually made it hard for you to make eye contact, but you could do it effortlessly now. You climbed on the bed yourself, placing your knees at both extremities of his body, now placing yourself over him. You took his face between your hands and looked at it in detail from beneath you. He had a captivating red gaze, surrounded by pretty, long eyelashes. Long, dark strands of hair cut across his face, bisecting it just along his nose, but you still knew the angles of his features well. From the scar on his left eyebrow to his defined jawline, you looked at everything there was to see on his face. “Getting an eyeful, Sparrow?” You reddened. Sitting here next to him, you only now realized just how heavy your body felt from all those drinks. You swayed forward some, accidentally nudging Ais, which just sent him further down to the bed. Your face found a spot against his neck, and you inhaled a breath. He smelled good: his scent was a mix of cigarette, what seems to be some cologne and a bit of all the alcohol he drank earlier. Your heart started beating faster and you prayed for him not to notice. He couldn’t know you had feelings for him. It’s at this moment that his hands tensed on your shoulders, in an attempt to pull you back.

“Hey, get off. You’re clearly drunk.” But you didn't answer, nor did you move. He held firm, raising his voice a bit as he said once more, "Sparrow." What should've been an inquisitive prompt was instead flattened into a curt demand for a response. He started to maneuver you onto your back, intending to just let you fall gently into the mattress, but he froze mid-action. "You can't be serious..." he muttered, eyes wide. You were sound asleep, still clinging to his arm. Ais sighed out of frustration one more time, asking himself what to do. But he didn’t think about it much longer. “Well… Let’s just stay here for tonight.” He put himself under the sheets, covering you with them at the same time.

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You were cold. Goosebumps lined the flesh of your body. You slowly woke up, searching for your blanket. When you finally felt its fabric under your fingers, you grabbed it to cover yourself, but a stronger pull on the other edge of it almost tore your arm apart (once again…). You sat up on your bed with a start and gasped when you saw who was at the other edge. “What the… Ais?” What was he doing in your bed? Your first move was to look at how you were dressed, and when you noticed that you still had on the clothes you wore yesterday, you let out a relieved sigh. Ais got immediately woken up when you spoke and looked at you with annoyance. “Keep it down, would you?” “Hey! You’re the one in my room, stealing my blanket. What are you doing here?” But instead of answering, his head snapped toward something in the middle of the room. It was still dark outside, so it was hard for you to see what got his attention. “What is it?!” you asked, panicked. When your eyes finally adapted to the bit of light the moon was offering, a scream escaped from your mouth. “What the fuck?!” Leander was there, sat on a chair, feet laid on the low table of your bedroom. His arms were crossed and he was simply looking at the two of you from where he was, unblinking. “Is he… sleeping with his eyes open?” you asked Ais. But he didn’t answer. Leander did. “No, I’m awake.” He surprised you once more, and you let out another brief, startled scream. “Since when are you here?!” “Oh. Four hours maybe?” Your jaw dropped. How could he answer that with such casualness? “What… When do you sleep?” Leander got up from his chair and opened the door with a smile. “I don’t.” He left you completely agape. It wasn’t the first time Leander was giving off such strange vibes, but the more you got to know him, the weirder he was to you. When you turned toward Ais to ask him if what happened was a normal thing from Leander, you noticed he disappeared too. “Well…” You couldn’t find it in you to get back to sleep after what happened, and you stayed awake until you could see the sun rise. You told yourself that maybe you should talk to Kuras about what just happened; he was the most ‘normal’ one of this weird group, and you were going to need something for your hangover anyway… You’ll remember to lock your door next time.

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lotusarchon · 4 months ago

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Greetings, Sagii

It owuld be soooo funny if reader gets poisoned bc they kissed inkay (forgot human bodies cant judt swallow ink all willy nilly)

This is me asking to kiss inkay again please please llease please plaeas epleas please.pleaee pelesr pleade please please please I'll take anything pleas please please pelease please

Gay regards, Anx

Sighs I expect a payment fee for this/jk wow it's been MONTHS since I've written for Inky 😭

fun fact: when I was in primary school, I used to play around with one of those gel ink pens, and normally when the ink got stuck we would just blow in them, so I was blowing in mine and then I accidentally inhaled and pink ink was in my mouth and I had to keep it there till my teacher called on me to answer a question 😭 god that taste haunts me even now

tw for mildly suggestive content (kissing) and implied vomiting.

"How come we've never kissed before?" is the first thing you hear when you wake up. You attempt to squeeze your eyes, hoping that if you pretend to sleep, they'll take the hint and quit their questioning.

You've clearly underestimated how stubborn they can get.

Something pokes at your sleeping face.

"Hey. Are you ignoring me?" The voice dares to pout. "Don't ignore me. Hey, come on. I know you're awake. You stopped snoring!"

That's fair. You yield, sitting up to see them sitting cross-legged at the foot of your bed, their creepy (in an affectionate way) eyes the only light in the room. You'll never get used to that....

"Inky." You breathe out the nickname you've given them. "It's 3 in the morning. How did you get out of your jar?"

You don't dare try to imagine the mess that must be in your living room, or the ink stains left behind wherever they move. You didn't even think of the obvious patch of blank ink seeping at your blankets, because you might hose them again.

The ink version of your dear friend pouts. It would be cute, if you weren't so tired.

"I have a very logical question," they remark defensively. "Which is...why haven't we kissed yet? Don't you like me?"

Huh. Not the question you were expecting. Then again, it at least was better than the, would you love me as a worm question.

"Oh. Um...." You blink. "I...guess I didn't want to make you feel forced?"

Well, not exactly. You just didn't think a creature like Inky would care for such affections. To hear them bring it up now was already surprising.

"Huh. But don't humans like kissing?" They scratch their chin thoughtfully. "Many seem to like reliving memories of lovers, sharing kisses or hugs."

"Some people just like affection, some people don't. I like it." You shrug. "But I don't want to push or force you to do something you don't like."

They glance at you. "But I want to do it. Do you perceive me as unfeeling or something?"

Was it just you, or did they sound...offended, for some reason? You didn't know if you should laugh, or simply cry. You were only attempting to respect their boundaries....oh dear. They really are pouting this time.

"Okay, okay―" You sit up straighter, patting the empty spot next to you on your bed. You'll regret it in the morning for sure, having to throw out those clean sheets, but if it means they won't remain upset for the rest of the day, you'll take that chance.

Like a cat, Inky climbs over your legs (sigh), at the spot where you had gestured. They sit up straighter, a grin visible on their expression, and―

You turn on your bedside lamp. The ink creature gasps, "I thought the darkness was more romantic!"

"I'm not kissing you with your creepy looking eyes. No offense."

"None taken. My eyes are creepy. That's their charm." They grin broadly. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have liked me, would you?"

....again, fair point.

You shake your head, taking their face into your hands. Their grin is still visible, but it twitches, and you notice their hands are squeezed together. You almost wanted to laugh―this curse has been alive for centuries, and yet they're still so nervous. That was one of their charms.

"You comfortable?" You ask, giving them time to back out if they want. They shake their head, gaze still focused on you―back and forth between your lips, and eyes.

With a small sigh, you close the distance between you both, initiating the kiss. You're surprised at the firm feeling, half expecting it might've given way or fallen apart from a single touch.

Inky stays obediently still in the first few seconds, but then their hands are cupping your face, and you're being pulled closer. Their tongue drags against your lower lip, slipping between your parted lips―

You reel back, spluttering.

"....sorry?" Inky's expression looks worried. You appreciate their concern, but you don't have the chance to comfort them before you're grabbing for your wastebasket, spitting a glob of ink inside.

"What? What did I do!?" They fall of the bed, looking for all the world like a wet cat. You really do feel bad for them, but you're more concerned for your mouth―it tastes like...pen ink. Wait, did you swallow some? Oh god, you swallowed some!?

A few hours later, Inky sits at the edge of your bathtub, watching you scrub the ink from your tongue with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry. But at least a part of me is inside you, right? Get it? Like Venom? You know? Inside? So you can―okay I'll leave."

#◟ ✟．lotuswine #anx fanmail #ink mk x reader #lmk ink mk #ink mk x y/n #drabble #lmk drabble #fluff #lmk ink mk x reader #mentioned #lmk mk

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alphajocklover · 1 year ago

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What about a G2S story about greasers? There's so few of those.

Imagine: A very lonely gay guy meets a rockabilly, greaser gang. They take him under their wing, which gay guy appreciates because of his loneliness. But slowly they start changing him, making him just like them.

In the end the lonely gay guy becomes a James Dean, Danny Zuco-wannabe with the gang becoming his new found family.

A lot of people think that Alphas and Betas are a relatively new thing. It makes sense to assume so in a way. Alphas as we know them are pretty new, but that’s only because Alpha culture has changed over time, just like ours. There were Alphas in the old west, in the ancient world, and even going back to the beginning of civilization as we know it. Recently I discovered an old book where someone had written down a number of stories about Alphas from the past. I guess I’m not the first person to document their behavior. One story in particular stuck with me though, so I’ve transcribed it here. Hope you enjoy.

Caleb Sparrow was a complete and utter nerd. An unhip clyde with a reputation for being a bit of a spaz. The kind of goof all the cool cats completely ignored. He was only really good at one thing: not standing out. A part of him hated that he was the way he was, that he was a loser with no friends. But a part of him was grateful. For a secretly queer man living in 1955, he was actually pretty lucky. No one bullied him (mainly because no one noticed him), his secret desires hadn’t been found out, and he had a good future ahead of him. He knew that eventually he’d land a steady job, find a swell gal who he could get along with well enough to marry, and live the traditional life his parents had always wanted of him. A part of him was grateful. But a part of him still hated it all. Hated how lonely he was, how he’d never find someone he’d really love, how his entire life was always going to be a lie. But he was resigned to it. Until… he met an Alpha named Biff.

Biff was everything Caleb wasn’t. He was the hippest greaser in town, with a handsome face, manly muscles, a souped up rag top and a gang of fellow greasers to hang with. Biff had it all. Sure all the squares all said he was bad news, but he didn’t care. He had it made in the shade. He had a different betty with him every night. That’s what made it so weird to everyone when Biff suddenly started being so friendly with Caleb. Caleb didn’t know what to make of it at first, and was pretty sure he was going to end up getting beat, but Biff was… well he was dreamy, so Caleb let himself believe that he really wanted to be his friend. He had no idea that Biff was just looking for a new Beta. Turning Caleb into the perfect Beta took less time than you’d expect. Caleb integrated into the gang with surprising ease, all of the other members treating him like they had been friends for life, and as he began to grow closer to the group and Biff, he began to change.

At first it was a slight change in style and lingo, trying to keep up with his new crew. Then he shot up several inches and began to pack on muscle, which the 19 year old brushed off as an overdue growth spurt. But over time the style changes became more and more drastic and his body grew at an even faster rate. Soon he wasn’t just the new kid, he was the second in command, right after Biff. That’s why everyone started calling him Deuce. Just like everyone else in the gang Deuce was muscular, cool, loved cars and was obsessed with Biff. Deuce eventually even came out to Biff and confessed his love, but Biff didn’t wanna deal with all the issues that came with having a queer beta, so he ‘suggested’ that Deuce was actually a pussy hound like him. Considering how many gals Deuce has played backseat bingo with I think Biff might have overdone it, but just like always he got what he wanted. Another manly, muscular, straight greaser for his gang.

**hey there guys! Never done anything with Greasers before, so it’s probably not as good as my usual stuff, but I had fun with it. Hope you all enjoy. Might revisit the idea of Alphas throughout history sometime**

#muscle growth tf #greaser tf #muscle tf #alpha with a capital a #gay to straight

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago

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Can you do TADC cast x reader with an amazing singing voice? And what each member thinks of their voice. Like let's say they just one day hear the reader singing in the halls to themselves or something, what would be their reaction

TADC cast finding out the reader has a good singing voice!

i think ive done a singer!reader before but too be fair iirc correctly those are with a reader who sings to cope... plus it was only for about half the cast, i think! speedrunning this since im answering this while i got something in the oven YAHOO

CAINE:

i think he would first hear you after mindlessly barging into your room. like usually hes good with knocking, but i think sometimes he gets so antsy to see you that he just. invites himself in. thats an issue for a different post, i think. so imagine he finds you singing to yourself in your room... and you sound so amazing... oh he would be in love with you, even more... assuming this is romantic, of course! though i guess thats the default for these kinds of posts.... that aside, i think he would start to ask for you to sing for him alllll the time. its like hearing an angel singing... or perhaps even a siren, given how it draws him right in... adds that to his long list of things about you that he gushes about you

POMNI:

writing her right after i do ragathas but i think that her reaction would be similar... just minus the successful getaway; she would probably trip on something behind her while shes trying to slink away; thus alerting you and stopping your song. tries to stammer out an apology before just blurting out that she heard something; heard you singing and that she didnt mean to intrude but it just sounded so..... alluring? is that the correct word? very bad at trying to defend herself, though is there really anything that she needs to defend herself against? its not like she did something bad, she just walked in on you doing something innocent.... needless to say, i think it would be awkward between the two of you for at least a short period of time... perhaps you offer to sing to her... would that still make it awkward, or would it dismiss it? up to you, my silly reader!

RAGATHA:

probably finds you singing to yourself while cleaning and/or tidying up one of the common areas of the circus after jax's prank leaves it particularly messy! doesnt interrupt you, in fact you might try to quietly back out of the room... i mean she didnt know you could sing, and you never sang around her, plus given that youre doing it while no one else is around... well it would get into her head that this is something personal and private for you. whether or not thats true is up to you, though! i do think her curiosity would eat away at you though, and with thinking about your voice, it would lead to her asking about it. keeping this open ended for you to expand upon this yourself, you could explain to her what music means to you and perhaps you offer to sing to her... shrugs

JAX:

honestly i think he would try to mess up your singing, like it could be his first time hearing you sing and he could be totally captured by your talent; but the asshole in him is telling him to do what he does best. its like setting a glass down when theres a cat nearby. something is bound to happen; you know? like do i think he would sneak around you and form some elaborate prank thats going to dunk slime all over you while youre singing? no, no no not at all. in fact i dont think jax would do that to his actual close friends or partner.... now to zooble or gangle, yeah definitely.... though to be fair he is comfortable with teasing the idea of putting centipedes in ragathas room, knowing that shes deathly afraid of them; and they seem to be decent friends... but im getting off track... no, i think he would just call out a random word while youre focusing on your lyrics; which makes you repeat him and thus breaking your focus

though, he does make up for kind of complimenting you

not quite a sour patch kids kinnie since he doesnt have the sweet part nailed down </3

KINGER:

okay cute idea. while most of the other characters (if not all since im writing everyone out of order) find you singing on accident... imagine you sing to him to try to calm him down after a particularly rough day that leaves him more antsy and anxious than usual. i think depending on the song, if you pick the right one it calms his down real nicely. maybe im biased, but rises the moon... my beloved... cough coughs

anyways... i dont think he would ask you to sing, not because he doesnt like your voice. no he just doesnt want you to feel forced to do it plus i mean... your digital vocal cords can get worn down... maybe... actually i dont think they would?? digital bodies are... weird.. might be a case of temporary strain that doesnt stick but the point still stands, he doesnt want ANY harm or discomfort to come to you; physically or otherwise!

ZOOBLE:

not much impresses zooble, but even with that being said i think they would be able to recognize talent when there is... well talent! though, they are bad at showing their emotions; at least not the ones that are more positive if that makes sense! given their general attitude as well as their flatter voice, a lot of the genuine compliments they give you upon first hearing you sing may come off as sarcastic... or maybe they dont, since you guys may or may not be close and know that this is just how zooble is. they arent going to shower you in compliments like caine, or ask you to sing for them. thats just not how they are, and they simply treat your singing as another part of you! not to say that its not worth gushing over; its just that... gushing isnt really something zooble.... does... you know?

GANGLE:

stealing from kinger but imagine singing to her to help calm her down or get her mind off of something... like i think she would be entranced.. or perhaps confused because now that im thinking about it more imagine youre crying to your partner and they start to just. sing...

shh we can pretend that gangle just enjoys your voice..! finds it very pretty, but also like kinger i dont think she would ask you to sing for her often out of fear of making you feel forced to do it. plus gangle, at least to me, seems like the type to not want to ask anyone for anything for fear that it will make her an annoyance or inconvenience. poor girl... absolutely loves your singing, though

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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eye-may · 5 months ago

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I noticed that in some of your text posts you use a different (three) Words for the cats than the ones they were assigned, so I have to ask—if you could change the Words of any cats of your choosing, what would you change them to an why?

interesting question! my divergence from the Three Words (tm) is definitely mostly due to my affinity for descriptors. I am simply a slut for adjectives. also I've frequented past casting calls on many a wiki page and I love how different companies expand upon the frameworks of the characters in different ways. these cats contain multitudes!

I'll just be extra ig and use this opportunity to run down the list, slapping on my annotations as I go.

Admetus / Plato - Friendly, Easygoing, Protective

I called Plato friendly and easygoing in many words on this post I made about him, although I guess I didn't touch on "protective." His being tall and strong, along with being (imo) an instinct-driven cat could be summed up niftily as protectiveness...so I do think that word works for him, although...

to me, a big part of Plato that he needs to overcome is the fact that his nonchalance, his apathy, make him too persuadable. if he doesn't feel impassioned about any particular thing, then he's more vulnerable to being manipulated...right?

I might replace "protective" with "tractable" or some such.

Alonzo - Vain, Uncertain, Bravado

I love these three words for Alonzo! I love the dichotomy inherent in the last two words especially; in my universe, Alonzo is rigid and goal-driven, always walking around with his shoulders back and his chest puffed out, a true militant. that's bravado for you. but, at the same time, he's young and had it rough before coming to the Junkyard. he's slow to trust and, deep down...is often anxious and even scared.

there's a GIF somewhere of one version of Alonzo appearing to look to Mistoffelees in the face of adversity (a Macavity scare I think), and then seems to mimic him, as if trying to appear as brave. I think, even if he doesn't want to admit it, he often has to look to others for courage.

Vain also, yes! He's very preoccupied with his image, both superficial and otherwise! Like Victoria, Cassandra, and Tugger he's very well-kept and on top of maintaining appearances. He also (again, like Tugger, but in a very different way) has impassioned pretenses about his "reputation."

Asparagus - Frail, Wise, Historied -or- Wistful, Imaginative, Frail

Assuming we're talking about the elder Asparagus, rather than the younger...sounds right to me! I personally would pluck out "wise" from the first version and replace it with "wistful" for the second. Not that he isn't "wise," but the versions of him that I've seen seem to indicate that he struggles with dementia in his advanced age, and I tend to think he's more prone to romantic recollections about his career than he is to dolling out grandfatherly aphorisms. (he may do just that, however, in his more lucid moments).

Bill Bailey - Chaotic, Imprudent, Funny

In my mind, Billy Bailey and Tumblebrutus are interchangeable, so I'm just going to annotate these three words as if they're an alternative set for Tumble lol.

I think I would swap out "Funny," for a word that references his eagerness to appear tough. Charitably it could be a word like "aspirational." less charitably it could be like "pugnacious" or "posturing."

Bombalurina Generous, Voluptuous, Frank

Take out voluptuous! That's not a personality trait lmao. I might replace it with something that actually references her nubile aura, like "sensual," or "alluring."

Bustopher Jones - Foppish, Gluttonous, Dapper

He sure is those three things! I could maybe see a world where we replace "dapper," because it's parasynonymous with "foppish." Perhaps with "patronly" or "parsimonious."

Carbucketty - Acrobatic, Energetic, Accident-prone

These three words seem to emphasize his physical prowess, his hyperness. which he definitely has! But maybe we can swap out "acrobatic" for something that expands a little more on his personality, like "good-natured," "goofy," "playful," or even "worshipful" to allude to how he looks up to the older cats.

Cassandra - Haughty, Disdainful, Aloof

Disdainful is a little harsh, but I don't disagree that she certainly harbors disdain lol. these three words don't indicate much of a flip side to her, however; I might replace "haughty" or "disdainful" with something a little more neutral, like "observant," "elegant," or "mysterious."

There's an alternative version where "lonely" replaces "aloof" ... but I think the latter suits her better. she may be a bit solitary, but being alone doesn't mean you're lonely.

Coricopat - Telepathic, Unruffled, Instinctive

I actually do stray pretty significantly with Coricopat...in my mind, I have his words almost reversed with Tantomile's. Between the two twins, it's Tantomile who's seemingly unflappable, and Coricopat who's more tentative, less surefooted. I'd take out "unruffled" and replace it with one of Tantomile's words, "sensitive."

Demeter - Skittish, Cautious, Paranoid -or- Nervous, Sensual, Secretive

I think the first set is a bit ludicrous because all of those words are parasynonymous lol. The second alternative set is definitely better. I don't know if I ever think of her as "secretive," per se, so much as "reticent," which has a comparable meaning but with a less conniving connotation. I might settle on the three words, "skittish," "sensual," and "reticent."

Although, as I think about it, I might take out "sensual" as well. I don't think that aspect of her as endemic to her core enough to make it one of her three archetypal descriptors. I might replace that word with something that indicates her overall eccentricity, like "offbeat."

Electra - Adolescent, Inquisitive, Daring

Two out of three of her words are identical to Pouncival's lmao. I think using "adolescent" for the younger cats is a bit of a copout; I see that word more as a superficial characteristic as opposed to a personality trait.

Replace "adolescent" with something like "intense," or "hyper."

Etcetera - n/a

She doesn't have her own set of words! (at least not on the wiki lmao) If I were to choose, I would say maybe "upbeat, excitable, eager"

George - n/a

George is so funny to me. in the grand scheme of CATS he just seems to be a wild card character with no established or accepted archetype. he's like...just a guy. sometime he's even another guy. sometimes, he's an alternate for Pouncival. in one instance, he's an alternate for Admetus (but NOT Plato...lmao)

sauurrr, for MY CATS universe, I have done with George what one is seemingly meant to do with George, and that is just invent a character from the ground up with only a rough visual of his appearance and his name just so happens to be George.

To me...George is in fact the one who played Rumpus Cat in the film. I personally peg him as a cat who's a peer to Munkustrap age-wise, maybe a little older, but who esteems himself something of a comedian and seems to act much younger than his actual age. He's a favorite amid kittens, because they see him as one of the "cool" adults, like that teacher in middle school who was particularly fun and easygoing.

I shall christen him with three adjectives of my own choosing!

"persuadable," "nonchalant," "comical"

Grizabella - Proud, Hurt, Indomitable

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Jellylorum -Practical, Busy, Cheery -or - Dour

well "dour" sure is a contrast to cheery! I think she's capable of being stern, but I wouldn't choose "dour" as an archetypal descriptor of hers. I think I'd replace the word "busy" with something that suggests her sternness/adherence without the dreary connotation of dour, and that also references how her hands always seem to be occupied by some task. maybe something like "regimented," or "painstaking," or "assiduous."

Jemima - Innocent, Compassionate, Young -or- Dreamy, Yearning, Curious

I'm not a fan of either set on their own! I have the same issue with "young," that I have with "adolescent"...young is a superficial characteristic, not a personality trait! "youthful" would be a more appropriate word, but it's like...of course she's youthful, she's a kitten! same thing with "innocent." we were all innocent at probably less than six months of age lmao.

For her I'd go with "compassionate," "curious," and "quirky" or suchlike. or maybe replace "compassionate," with "empathetic" or even "empathic."

Jennyanydots - Motherly, Controlling, Contented -or- Fastidious, Complacent, Bossy

I would maybe replace "controlling" with something like "militant," and then replace "contented" in the first set with "fastidious" from the alternative set. I think those who see Jennyanydots as "contented" are mostly her humans, who are used to seeing her somnolent daytime persona.

Macavity - Hypnotic, Jealous, Dangerous

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Mistoffelees - Competitive, Neat, Electric

I like all three of these words for him! I do think I'd tack on "impish" and/or "cryptic" or some such, mayyybbeeee as a replacement for competitive if we really have to stick with just three words in fear of dire consequences from the omnipotent CATS deities.

Mungojerrie -Mischievous, Rambunctious, Ne'er-do-well -or- Cheeky, Street-wise, Cocksure

I think the second set is a little better than the first. I like both sets, but "mischievous" and "rambunctious" are pretty similar, and ne'er-do-well is a bit harshly connotated, even if that's how a handful of cats do see him.

I think I'd replace "cheeky" in the second set with "mischievous" from the first. not to say that he isn't cheeky, but I think you're slightly more likely to hear some clever smarm from Rumpleteazer.

Munkustrap - Imposing, Energetic, Courageous -or- Integrity, Discipline, Dignity

shall I say it? shall I go ahead and submit to my impulse to be an insufferable grammarian on tumblr dot com? I just think it's funny that the alternative set are all nouns instead of adjectives XD

I woouuulldddd conflate the two lists (and use the right part of speech *dodges brick*)

"Disciplined, Courageous, Dignified"

Old Deuteronomy - Wise, Commanding, Spiritual -or- Wise, Loving, Commanding

You just tack on "loving" to the first set and we're golden. again tho if we have to abide by the rule of three...go with "Wise, Loving, Spiritual"

Pouncival - Adolescent, Inquisitive, Alert

I like the latter two words! replace "adolescent" with "admiring," or "impressionable"

Rum Tum Tugger - Vain, Perverse (cocky), Inconsequent -or- Perverse, Preening, Independent

The weird thing about Tugger's set is that "inconsequent" is noootttt...a word I'd ever think of to describe a person. I did a quick Google search to see if I had been simply mistaken about the meaning of the word, but all I got was corroboration that "inconsequent" is a form of the word "inconsequential," which means of little significance. I almost feel like the original author meant to find a word that suggested Tugger's lack of concern over consequences.

My final take: "Preening," "Imprudent" (a decent-ish alternative to what I think? was meant by "inconsequent"), "Charismatic."

Rumpleteazer - Mischievous, Rambunctious, Ne'er-do-well -or- Naughty, Impressionable, Effervescent

I dislike both sets!

My take: "Rambunctious," "Cheeky," "Animated"

Skimbleshanks - Caring, Bright, Self-regarding -or- (punctual, proud, energetic?)

My take: "Punctual," "Caring," "Energetic"

Tantomile - Telepathic, Suspicious, Sensitive

As I elucidated earlier, I conceptualize the twins differently, I suppose, than their initial canonical characterizations. My Tantomile is quieter and more confident than Coricopat, and seems to take the inherent oddities of mysticism more in stride than her brother does. she's also caring, of course, but less sentimental and expressive.

(this might be weird to say but my understanding of the twins stems heavily from one (1) very brief moment in the 1998 film, when the camera cuts to a close-up of their reactions to Mistoffelees. Coricopat looks mystified, outwardly impressed, in awe. Whereas Tantomile...she looks more subdued. still impressed, but unsurprised, like she was already well aware of the magnitude of Mistoffelees's capabilities. she even looks almost...proud?)

okay and I'm sure nobody on set or in the history of cats ever actually put much thought into those three-odd seconds, but given the chance, I will extrapolate. I will wring a fleeting moment dry. in so saying, to me the differences in their expressions in that moment speak volumes about how their personalities diverge. Tantomile is a little more mature, a little more attuned, and more reserved. she's more of a watchful and guiding figure, whereas Coricopat is more companionable.

so all that said! my take: "Telepathic," "Pragmatic," "Mindful"

Tumblebrutus - Tough, Buoyant, Touchy

I now realize that I should have just cut and pasted Bill Bailey's set here to address it as an alternative to this one lmao. so let's just pretend that's what we're doing.

my take: "Imprudent," "Pugnacious," (to combine "touchy" and "chaotic"), "Buoyant"

Victoria - Young, Inhibited, Inquisitive -or- Innocent, Romantic, Un-selfconscious

I take "inhibited" to be somewhat of an antonym for "un-self-conscious" (? what a...portmanteau...of sorts) and I do personally see Victoria as someone who errs on the side of timid, or hesitant. I get that "un-self-conscious" may be alluding to the fact that she uhhhhh was feeling some type of way very viewably, but to me it seems like she's letting herself being guided by her instincts, as a vehicle to overcome her inhibitions.

my take: "Inhibited," "Romantic," "Inquisitive"

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amber-tortoiseshell · 1 year ago

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Hello! My brothers cat, Cloudtail, is a white cat (he also is deaf like what is often associated with it). We’ve often wondered about what color could be underneath that the white has been masking, so it was funny to see a bunch of posts on it recently!

He was just a stray when we adopted him so we don’t know anything about his parents or lineage - but our guess is that he’s orange underneath due to his eyes being green and that he has some freckling on his nose, which apparently orange cats are prone to getting. Do you think that’s an indicator of anything? (Like are eye colors even associated with different fur colors?) I have no clue but would guess not.

We’ll probably never know, but it’s amusing for us to imagine his parents or any pretend babies he might have had. I love your blog btw!!

I have always heard that eyes colors aren't associated with fur colors (except of blue of course), so unfortunately his green eyes don't indicate anything, sorry.

But! The freckled nose thing is actually news to me, I have never read about the phenomenon before. It's officially called lentigo, and as per messybeast it's basically melanin overproduction:

LENTIGO Type: cosmetic Breeds: any, ginger/cream cats Benign skin defect causing hyper-pigmented (dark) spots up to 1 mm diameter, most visible on the nose leather and rims of the eyes and occasionally as black hairs in the coat. Initially believed to be sex-linked as it was observed in red/cream males, but I have reports (and photos) of ginger female cats that have developed dark spots ("freckles") over their lifetimes.

I believe the spots in the mouth, the freckles on the nose and the black whiskers on this cat are all products of lentigo.

This is indeed seems to be almost exclusively attributed to orange and tortie cats, so actually yes, i can imagine it being a sign of masked red! That would be very interesting.

(The question of why didn't the white allele stopped the production of these specific freckles of pigments with all the rest does arise, but, well, biology is like that. And anyway, those pigments are there, that's inarguable, so i think it's reasonable to assume the genotype which is usually associated with this trait is there too.)

#cat analysis #ask and answer #orange #red tabby #red #lentigo #i you're interested in this kind of thing:#warriorcats cludtail should be masking a black-based color: black bicolor or black tabby bicolor #cats #i'm an influencer now

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soopiroth · 2 months ago

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super tips with soup #5 - (solo, mostly) playtime!

Hi everyone! Been a while. Here's a request from @ssunshinebabyy - playtime on your own! Here are lots of activities for regressing and playing on your own, and tips for them!

This one took me a long while after it was requested because to be honest, I don't know how to play on my own, especially not how most kiddos might. But that won't stop me, and play looks different for everyone! With that, let's get started!

So... How Do I Play? Part 1: Prelude & Pretend

The truth is, it varies from person to person! But if you want to try a certain mode of play, my recommendation is practice. Despite being very imaginative and a storyteller myself, I struggle with pretend play because I'm playing on my own and usually don't have established characters to bounce off of! But I got myself to swing back into it by goofing around on a screenshare voice call with some friends where I streamed a dollhouse game and we picked characters to represent ourselves and we explored and messed around in there.

Since you're regressing, it's possible that your thought processes and the like aren't the exact same as in the past. You might find that making play more complex comes easier to you than making it up on the fly and simplistic. Try writing down parts of your world's stories if you wanna make up a plotline, or think of something you'd want to do and try to come up with how you could pretend it.

Part 2: Toys?

Continuing on, you don't necessarily need things made as toys to play with toys. It might make it easier to assign a personality to them if you're playing pretend, but you can also do plenty of other things with whatever you have on hand! Square erasers and containers can be used to build, a desk chair can be the driver's seat of your pretend car, and a blanket can be a cloak! It all comes down to creativity when you're figuring out how to make toys out of everyday objects.

Of course, there's also another way to play...

Digital Games

If you're reading this, it's likely that your device that you're on right now can run games! Web browser games exist and so do downloadable games!

For Computers, Sites/Collections:

Flashpoint, a collection of flash games! You'll have to search around by tags or game names to find games suitable for your wants, but it's got just about anything you could want, even more current HTML games. Contains games for all ages, including adult games, so be careful if you want to avoid those.

Coolmathgames, a classic website!

ABCya, which has more educational games than Coolmath (ironically).

Homestar Runner, which has interactive cartoons and games, a whole deep dive's worth. I'm putting it here because I loved it when I was a kid. It built my humor, I swear.

Itch.io has plenty of free games, some of which can be played in browser without downloads, but it's a hosting platform, so it has plenty of other things, not just games, and not just stuff for kids either. Some of these are mobile games, too! Just not many.

JMKit essentially has digital dollhouses and playsets!

For Computers, Specific Games I'd Recommend:

Duck Life series. Raise a duck to race.

Papa's series by Flipline. Make food in a restaurant!

JMKit My Home Makeover. Design a house and play toys!

Any Nick Jr./Noggin, PBS Kids, Disney Jr./Playhouse Disney games on their sites or archived on Flashpoint!

For Mobile Devices, Specific Games:

Pokemon Playhouse, a game where you can play minigames and collect Pokemon. Entirely ad-free!

Cat Tower Nonograms. If you like puzzles and kittycats, this one's good! 2 difficulties available.

Toca World, another freeform dollhouse game like the JMKit ones.

Play Through Tasks!

If all this choice is overwhelming you, what about doing what you need to do? Maybe you have chores or homework or something of the sort to do, and guess what? You can make these things fun!

I like to implement elements of roleplay into my chores, like having to fold my laundry to save the Clothes Kingdom! But that's not the only way to do it! You can listen to music and try to clean to a rhythm if you're tidying! You can turn homework into a challenge or quest!

Guided Play and Dancing

There are plenty of videos online of guided play activities, especially "brain break" videos (ie. GoNoodle) and nursery rhymes. I found the Pokemon Kids TV channel to be really cute and it kinda does Cocomelon stuff to me, I swear... But in any case, it got me opening and closing my hands to their Open Them, Shut Them video.

If you're not the sort for those, what about something a little more grown-up? If you like Vocaloid, you can try dancing along to match the moves of a Project DIVA PV, for example! May I suggest PoPiPo? You can follow along to Just Dance videos, too, if that's more your speed!

Storytime

Depending on your preference, you might want to be read to, read by yourself, or read to someone else! There are plenty of read-along videos on Youtube. Some are even of books that come with tapes, so if you find the book seperately, say, on Internet Archive, you can listen along! I recommend the Internet Archive for finding kids' books in general; they have scans aplenty for all age levels, from picture books to novels!

If you're picking out your own book and you want to make it more fun, why not play Teacher and read to your toys for storytime, or just read to one toy for their bedtime story? (I won't tell anyone if you fall asleep, too...)

Freeform Play

Of course, these aren't the only ways to play, and neither is anything else! Everyone has their own ways of playing. Maybe drawing pictures or writing stories is how you play. Maybe you just play by holding things and chewing on them. Maybe you want to play by matching cards! You can play in so many ways, and as long as it's not meant to hurt anyone and it isn't dangerous, I say go for it!

If you want any specific tips for a type of play you want to go about, feel free to comment and ask for help! I'm happy to!

That's All!

Phew! It's been ages since my last Super Tips, huh? I hope this one was a good time! Any questions, comments, or suggestions for the next one? Drop a comment or an ask, and I'd love to consider it!

Happy to be writing again!

Yours truly,

Jade/Soup/@soopiroth

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cottoncandyafterdark · 1 month ago

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Inappropriate Use of Abilities

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Character(s): like a bunch of BSD characters i aint listing them all

Warnings: Brief mention of violence

Notes: Just ideas for what a bunch of BSD characters could potentially use their abilities for sexually. This is written in a loser and more joke-y style than usual for me, it's mostly just a warmup to get me back into the swing of writing for BSD tbh and shouldn't be taken too seriously. Thanks to my two besties for helping me come up with a lot if this while giggling on a Discord call lol. Note that this is not what I think these characters are INTO, just what they COULD do. I don't most of them would be into what I say here at all ngl lol.

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Atsushi

Off to a bad start here, Atsushi doesn't have a lot going for him besides the general fact that enhanced strength can be pretty hot. Y'know, imagine being pinned down by those paws in his like half transformed state. Sharp teeth too, though I feel like he's a little too vanilla to bite you, at least not very hard. I guess he could probably shapeshift just his dick into the tiger's, right? It would probably be bigger than his normal one. Idk if that would be a good time though. Cat penises have a rough texture due to a barbed surface; I'm not sure if that holds true for tigers specifically and thought I'd probably get put on a watchlist if I started googling tiger penises but if it does that probably wouldn't be great.

Dazai

So we think Dazai COULD utilize his ability sexually under very specific circumstances but just due to how it works, you'd need another ability user there too. If someone else was using their ability on you sexually, or you were using your hypothetical ability in the same way, Dazai could act as a dominant third, using his ability as a form of orgasm denial by simply touching the ability user whenever you're getting too close. Sadly he wouldn't be able to directly join in the fun though if it involves inappropriate use of abilities. He could also just use his ability to cockblock anyone on this list just like, for funsies, if he wanted to.

Kunikida

Okay now this is an easy one. He could make basically any sex toy, provided it's small enough. His notebook probably isn't big enough to make a whole decent-sized dildo but like, cock rings, bullet vibes, those are all within the realm of possibility.

Tanizaki

I can think of two main things: mood setting or fearplay. Like, he could make the place look nicer and more romantic or sexy to set the mood better, or he could use it to hide and simulate a chase or surprise you, something like that.

Yosano

So. Yosano could potentially indulge you in any very intense and/or dangerous fetishes you might have. By that I mean stuff like gore, cannibalism, like legitimate physical risks that would kill or permanently disable you in real life. But she could make you all good as new as soon as you were done! I'm not into that stuff (and I don't know that she would be, either) so I'll leave it at that lol.

Fukuzawa

All I could think of for him is that if you were like, his sub, he might be able to control your use of your ability if you had one. Depending on what that ability is, this could be used as a form of punishment i guess? Or something? I'm not sure exactly how far Fukuzawa's control over the power of his subordinate's abilities go, tho, it's not made super clear, so IDK how much you could actually do with that.

Chuuya

Finally another easy one. Like. Dude. He could make you float. Literal mid air sex. That's really hot, right, I'm not crazy? He could also just make you or himself lighter, which I think would make creative positions a lot easier. Like, he could eat you out with you sitting on his shoulders and his arms would never get tired. (Honestly he's probably strong enough to just do that, but his ability'll make it easier.) He's also one of many who could use his ability to restrain you, by making your limbs heavier- hands-free pinning.

Kouyou

Not that interesting compared to some others but Golden Demon is basically a whole other person(shaped entity) under Kouyou's control, she could use it to basically double team you.

Akutagawa

I think the main application would be restraint right? Like he could hands free tie you up with Rashomon I think.

Francis

Using minute amounts of money to up his strength to make his thrusts just a bit stronger- not strong enough to actually cause harm but enough to enhance the experience if you're already going for a rough fuck. (Imagine him on top of you and you just hear him whisper like '10 cents' or something and he starts going just a little harder)

Steinbeck

Yet another restraint character!! He could Grasp you with those branches. (I'd need him to wear a scarf or something I can't stand the image of them growing out of him. His ability freaks me tf out ngl but the idea of being tied up/pinned down by it is pretty hot if I can get over the instinctual "Plants Don't Go There" reaction)

Lovecraft

I don't need to tell you what a guy can do with tentacles, right? He could pin you down, fill all of your holes as much as you could stand, touch so much of your body at once that you get overstimulated.... It's a classic really.

Hawthorne

Maybe if you're into like. Just Pain? And branding? He could do that for you? This one's one of the biggest stretches on this list not gonna lie but my friend insisted he be on here. He would not fuck you though I know I said in the notes this is just about their abilities and not what they'd actually be into but. No. Hawthorne would not fuck you unless you were his wife and he especially wouldn't do anything weird or kinky he'd exclusively fuck in missionary with the lights off for the purpose of procreation (well, assuming he's in his right mind.) Also he could use his blood powers for bondage. Or something

Margaret

In my preliminary notes for Margaret I just wrote "Wind tears your clothes off?". And what more can I even say, honestly. Wind tears your clothes off.

Poe

I'm pretty sure I've read an erotic mystery before. He could totally write a sexy mystery story to trap you in for some fun times. The only thing is that he wouldn't be able to go in there with you, at least I don't think he could (he can't go into his own books right?) so it would be a solo adventure for you up until you got back to the real world, at least.

Katai

Remote toy usage. I'm sorry Katai fans I know you must be so hungry but I can't think of how to expand upon that.

Mushitarou

So this one might be a little difficult because you and him'd have to be committing a crime to make it work but if you could figure out that hurdle, instant cleanup. I mean, hey, public indecency is a crime, so it's not that hard, he could erase the evidence of that if you had public sex or just went streaking or smth.

Goncharov

do Ivan simps even exist? Idk if I've ever seen anyone talk about him which is weird cause he's pretty. Anyways he's yet another who could use his ability for restraint, he could encase your limbs in rock. If you're freaky he could also totally form like a stone dildo but that would be 1) uncomfortable 2) probably cold so. Maybe not the best idea. But he could.

Nikolai

Do I even need to say? The applications came to us instantly like as soon as we saw him. He could remotely finger you. He could fuck you from a different room. You're talking to him about something he doesn't care about and oh look at that, now there's a cock in your mouth, maybe you should focus on that instead, mm? He could discreetly touch or fuck you in public or in a meeting. The possibilities are grand.

Fukuchi

His ability is to amplify the power of things right. Like. Weapons mainly. But he uses random objects with it so it's maybe a bit abstract. So. COULD he make your orgasm more powerful. No probably not. But MAYBE. He totally COULD like super-power a vibrator or something though I bet.

Jouno

I can't think of anything real, maybe I'm just too tired, but I think I would personally get some odd gratification out of just waving my hand through his mist. Not even really sexual it just looks fun

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