#SELF P : IT’S A GREAT DAY TO BE TRASH .
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Can you write about Konig and stepmother! Reader. When he came back to visit his father in his hometown after years of deployment and he saw stepmother!reader who is young and curvy with large breasts and then...they fuck=))) Not forcing, love your writing btw
This is such a hot idea 😮💨I had so many ideas so I just had to pick one and write! Thank you for the support and I hope you enjoy the story! Have a great day♥️
König x Stepmother!Reader (fem)
MDNI🔞
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>cw: fem/ afab reader, step mom, p in v, age gaps, mentions of breeding
2.6k word count
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König sat on his bed in his quarters and yanked his mask off of his face as his hands grasped a wedding invitation for his father’s 4th wedding. König looked at the elegant font and design before rolling his eyes and tossing the invite into the trash. After his father walked out on his mother, he has had no interest to keep up with him. It’s pathetic how a 73-year-old man keeps bouncing from wife to wife. König wouldn’t give this marriage a year. Yet, it was still his father and he made sure to try and make it to his city once he went back home to visit.
Still dressed in his full military uniform he finds himself standing outside of his father’s door. He takes a deep breath as he gets ready to see his dad again and meet whoever was stupid enough to marry the man. His hands go under his mask to adjust it slightly. Deciding to get it over with, he raises his hand and knocks on the door.
The door opens and he expects to see his 6’4 slender and frail old man of a father, but instead he sees you, his new step mom. You open the door with such warmth and radiance it’s as if the sun light behind you was coming from you. He stood there with a blank stare for a moment, trying to process the site before him. His eyes traveling down your frame to see the way your breasts are barely contained within you summer dress, you don’t look a day over 30, even young for König’s 46-year-old self. He swallows hard, no way this is his step mom.
“König?” Your voice smooth like silk with an accent sends a shiver down his spine.
“Ja, and you’re…”
“Y/N,” your hand is so small and delicate within his own as he grabs yours to shake. He tries to control his gaze as they step into the house.
“Your father is just over here,” you say walking ahead of König as you both make your way to the living room. König’s eyes glued to your ass jiggling and the way your hips sway with every step. His mind jumping through hoops trying to understand how his dad could have possibly landed someone as fucking hot as you.
Walking up to his father König holds a hand out for him to shake, his eyes piercing down at the old man with a look of distain.
“Hallo, how have you been old man?” König asks as he sits, his eyes trailing back to his new step mom as she sits on the arm rest next to his dad.
“Great son, have you met my old ball ‘n chain?” Felix hand creeping around your waist.
König suppresses the eyeroll he feels at his dads comment about his new wife. His new soft, big breasted wife.
“I have, she’s lovely.” His piercing pale blue eyes meet your gaze as he says these words. His dad too oblivious to notice the lustful gaze his son was giving his new wife.
A small blush forms on your cheeks as König calls you lovely. You smirk and look over his body. He is massive. A younger, bigger version of Felix. You wonder if everything is bigger.
“Well, I’m happy I finally get to meet you. Felix has told me so much about you.”
“Has he now?” König asks while looking at his father, Felix’s eyes glued to watching the TV.
“Can I get you something to drink König? I’m sure you’re wore out from all of the traveling.” You stand to your feet and smooth out your dress as you wait for his reply.
König’s throat was dry and he most definitely could use something to drink, but he didn’t want water, he wanted you to squirt in his mouth. He shakes his head to snap out of the thought.
“Uh, yes please.” König stands and walks past his father following you into the kitchen. His dad too out of it to even keep interest in a conversation with him, he wonders how you do it.
You walk into the kitchen and tiptoe to get a glass for König when you feel a large hand on your side, making you shiver.
“Here, let me help.” König says casually as if his heart isn’t beating out of his chest from the sensation of touching your waist. His hand resting on the curve of your perfect hour glass shape as his mind begins to wonder how sexually fulfilled you actually are with his father. He quickly pushes the thought aside as he hands you a glass.
“Thank you, König.” You grab the glass from his eyes all the while gazing deeply into his blue eyes. Snapping out of it you turn and go to the fridge as you begin to fill the glass with water. “So, your dad tells me you’re a Colonel?”
“I am,” König eyes you intently wondering why you’re actually here with his dad, you could be with anyone. “How long have you been with my father?” He takes the cup of water from you, your fingers grazing his making him feel a spark.
“A little over four years now.” You reply leaning against the counter in the kitchen.
König’s eyes land on your breasts again before he looks down at his glass and takes a long drink. He couldn’t think of any appropriate questions to ask you. From are your breasts real to can his dad even please you are the only ones bouncing around in his brain.
Just then his dad walks in and pats König on the back, making him jump. König watches as his dad walks past him to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing your soft lips. A heat of jealousy rushes over him as he drops his gaze and drinks more water.
“Is dinner almost ready?” Felix asks as his hand remains on your ass.
“It is, I was just getting König a drink.”
“Alright, let’s get eating, I’m tired.” Felix complained as he made his way to the table. König thankful his face is hidden or hid dad would have seen his disgust.
“I’ll help set the table,” König walked to the cabinet you had opened and reached over you to grab three plates.
“Oh, thank you.” He was close and all you could think about was his cologne mixed with his natural musk, finding it enticing.
You set the table with König’s help and sat down to eat. It was painfully awkward. You could tell the strained relationship between father and son was hopeless. Felix has no interest in talking to his son and his son has no interest in forgiving his dad. König’s eyes kept following you the whole time. Watching how your lips wrapped around your fork as you took a bit, the way your breasts rest on the table due to their size. He can’t get enough of you.
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Hours pass and König is in the room you set up for him and looking around. He pulls his mask off and begins to undress. He can’t stop thinking of you. As he drops his pants, his erection is more obvious. He runs his palm over it through the fabric of his boxer briefs.
“Fuck,” he whispers to himself as he walks to the bed and gets under the covers. Looking up at the ceiling he begins to think of you as he slowly began to stroke his cock. Thinking of the way your breasts jiggle with the slightest of movement. He closes his eye and begins to pump his fist over his cock, imagining you riding him and how your breasts would look bouncing. Thinking you and Felix are asleep, he lets out soft moans.
You walk upstairs from getting a late night snack and you can hear soft little moans coming from down the hall, you know its König. Looking ahead at your bedroom door, then over to König’s, you decide to make your way to his room.
Standing outside the door you can clearly hear his hand moving over his cock, soft wet sounds mixed with the blankets rustling. You can hear him moan out your name every few seconds. Taking a deep breath, you open the door.
König stops and his eyes go wide as he sees you. A mix of surprise and embarrassment written on his face as he gulps. His eyes travel down your body and notice the silky light pink night gown you’re wearing. The dress clings perfectly to your body, you look like a goddess.
“Y/N…” König says your name with lust and panic in his tone.
“König…” You close the door behind you. Your eyes travel to the part of the blanket that was poking up from his erection.
König froze in place as you slowly started to walk to him. You sit on the bed beside him as you reach out and grasp his erection over the blanket. König lets out a shaky breath feeling your small hand grasp his fat cock.
“Oh Scheiße.” He moaned softly as you squeezed the head of his cock.
“Would you like some help?” You slowly stroke down his cock and watch as his jaw drops.
König begins to nod his head quickly, “Please,” his eyes look into yours almost begging you.
You pull the blanket back to see his boxer briefs pulled down his thighs and his cock out, the foreskin hugging his bright pink tip that’s leaking pre cum. His cock is simply massive. You grab his cock, skin on skin now, your fingers don’t even meet when wrapped around him. König’s breathing quickly at this point watching with anticipation.
You begin to stroke his cock faster pulling quiet moans from König’s lips. You look up at his maskless face and study it, watching the way his face contorts with pleasure; he looks exactly like his dad, but younger.
Without thinking König reached a hand out and cupped one of your breasts over the nightgown. He squeezed gently as he moved his eyes from your hand wrapped around him to his hand on you. Your breast so big and full they spill over his large hands. He has never been blessed to touch such beautiful breasts before. His hand pulls down your night gown to expose your bare breast to him.
Your nipples hard as he reaches out and tugs on one. “Mein Gott, you are so perfect.” He whispers almost as if he didn’t mean to say the words out loud.
He sits up more to lean forward, his lips finding yours and bringing you into a passionate kiss, his tongue finding yours as you softly begin to suck on his. He lets out a soft groaning sound at the thought of you sucking his cock instead. His hand still playing with your nipple as the other holds your waist tightly. Precum leaking on to your hand as he slowly breaks the kiss.
“I’ve been thinking about fucking you since the minute I laid my eyes on you.” He growls as he begins to kiss down your neck, biting lightly to not leave marks behind.
He hears you let out the softest little moan and it sends his brain into over drive as he pushes you back on the bed. His mouth hungrily kissed down your neck to your breast as he pulls his underwear all the way off. His mouth latched to your nipple and sucking at it desperately as you moan out running your fingers through his hair. König had been thinking about what this moment with you might be like, and now here he was; ready to show you another reason why he’s better than his dad.
You watch as König slaps his heavy cock onto your wet pussy, it’s been ages since you’ve been fucked- like really fucked. Your legs twitch as his cock rubs over your sensitive clit and it makes him smirk.
“Fuck me already,” you demand pathetically and König chuckles in response.
“Horny little house wife, aren’t you?” He teases as he slips his cock into your tight wet cunt. Instantly your velvety walls began to flutter around his size desperately trying to accommodate him. You let out a quiet moan as your eyes close, face twisting in pleasure. His cock filling you up to the point of pain, but fuck it felt good. His hands grabbing your thighs and spreading your legs. His cock pressing in until he hits your mushy cervix, your pussy not even able to fit all of him.
“You like that, huh?” König asks feeling a bit arrogant.
His pins your legs back and begins to just pound into your creamy cunt, his mouth finding your breast as he begins to kiss and bite all over them, no longer worrying about leaving marks on you. He wanted you for his own self. His balls slapping hard against your ass as they tighten from excitement.
Not only did your gummy cunt feel like heaven, the whole taboo situation of you being his step mom was adding to the experience. The thought of filling you with his cum and possibly getting you pregnant making his mind go crazy with excitement.
“Please fuck me!” Your fingers drag across König’s broad back and scratch deeply, leaving bright red marks across his pale skin. Yours legs tremble as they squeeze his side.
“König- I’m so close.”
“Cum for me, cum for me like the needy little step mom you are.” His hand moves to your pussy as his thumb begins to rub to your clit. You melt into nothing as you begin to moan loudly, your body tensing as you feel the rush of euphoria takes over your body.
“Shhh, you’re going to wake the old man up. You really want your husband to see you getting fucked by his son?” He smirks as you cum on his cock. He can feel how wet you get as you squeeze his cock. In this moment Felix isn’t even a thought, all you can think about is König’s cock fucking you.
König grabs a pillow and puts it down beside you before quickly pulling out. He easily manhandles you and flips you over, using the pillow to help lift your ass up. He got behind you, one hand gripping your hip and the other holding his cock that is covered in your creamy thick white cum. Pushing his leaky cock into you slowly he lets out a low sigh. His hands wrap around your ass and squeeze, pulling your cheeks apart as his thumb rubs over your tight asshole. He doesn’t know how much longer he can keep going, his muscles becoming tense as his balls begin to tingle and tighten. Your cunt keeping a tight grip on his cock.
Königs head dropped back and his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as he lets out tiny whimpers of pleasure. Without warning, König cums deep inside of your pussy, feeling his cock throbbing inside you.
He pulled out with heavy breath before laying beside you on the bed. You both looked at each other smiling.
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The next morning König goes down stairs to see you wearing black leggings and a simple t-shirt. You were standing in front of the stove making breakfast for everyone. His eyes meet yours and you both smirk at each other.
He sits next to his father at the table exuding a cocky aura. He just fucked his dad’s wife after all. König keeps his eyes on your breast as you walk back and forth, remembering how they looked bouncing as he pounded into you last night.
You don’t know it, but König is already planning a life with you, away from his father. He feels no guilt or remorse, if anything this is just karma for Felix. You abandon his mom; he steals your woman. Fair is fair.
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rickyl x fem!reader but it’s her birthday, and they wanna make their girl feel super special:). like reader is super sweet to everyone and she’s kinda a crybaby but rick and daryl love her for it and mock her for it which only makes her cry more:( idk if you write for stuff like that but i think it’s a great idea!
note- ok anon I love love love crybaby!reader, so thank u for this prompt. not sure if you wanted fluff or smut... so I went with my gut. If you wanted fluff, just tell me and I can whip up something else:) (Also, everyone I know always tells me that they cry on their birthday... is this a universal experience? I never understood it lol) let me know what u think <3
warnings- smut obv. 18+ content, mdni. crybaby!reader, dom!Rick and Daryl, teasing, edging, light dacryphilia cause it just comes with the territory, not proofread well. (I went down an edging rabbit hole on p*rnhub so… this is just the inevitable result of that)
NOT YET, SWEETHEART
"What's wrong?" Rick asks all gentle, approaching you, rubbing your nose with your sleeve. Sniffling away on the bed.
"I broke it." You swallow, pointing to the couple flowers still lying on the floor. Hand picked by both of your boys. Set up as a surprise on your dresser with a note so cute, you’d have it tattooed on your body if you could. It was so sentimental. So sweet.
They knew that you didn't care about gifts, just the thought people put behind them. The part that made you emotional was the little polaroid stapled to the card. A picture of you and them during the last summers Fourth of July celebration. You didn't even remember someone taking a photo that night, but it’s definitely your favourite picture of yourself ever. In between the two men, arms around your waist and sparklers lit, holding them up to the sky. It’s perfect.
So you loved their gift, but you were trying to move it. Just so that it could be on your nightstand. Where you’d be able to smell the fresh flowers while you laid down in the clean, satiny sheets. That’s when it slipped. Not realizing how heavy it was and then fumbling with it. Crashing down onto the hardwood and breaking into a million shards of glass and broken stems. You tried your best to sweep it up, slightly blinded by your tears. You ruined their gift. Petals strewn all over the ground. Water everywhere. The broken vase now sitting in the trash bin, along with your self-esteem. It was awful.
A tear rolls down your cheek, and you can hear Rick laugh a little.
"Don't laugh..." you whine, covering your face.
"I'm not laughing, it's just cute. You're cute."
"You are laughing. And now Daryl is too... great." You plop back onto the bed. Daryl must have followed him upstairs and was now leaning against the doorway, biting back a smile at the sight in front of him; your head bouncing slightly off the plush mattress, hands still covering your wet cheeks.
"Thought you had a good day... what's making you cry, baby?" Daryl asked, approaching the bed as well. Both men on either side of you. Hands brushing your knees.
"I did!" You breath in a shaky breath. More tears forming, threatening to fall. You really did have a great day. You woke up in between them. Had some blueberry pancakes for breakfast. Read in your hammock the entire afternoon. Plus, had a surprise party at Carols with cake and candles and everything. It was the sweetest birthday you could ever imagine. You felt so special. So loved by your whole group. And then seeing the gift that Rick and Daryl left in your room, the photo and the flowers. It was just so beautiful. So thoughtful and caring.
"Then why all the tears, doll?" Daryl asks as Rick grabs your wrist, pulling it away from your face. Smiling down at you.
"Everyones just been so nice n' then your note was just so sweet and special, and- and then I- I broke your gift..." You explain.
“It’s not a big deal, hun, we can go get you a knew one.” Rick tells you.
“But it was a present. It won’t be the same.”
"It’s just a vase, baby." Daryl chimes in, hand running up your thigh. Sending little tingles down your spine. He didn’t get it. It’s not just a vase. It’s a vase that they picked out for you. Special for you.
"And besides, that's not our whole gift, sweetie. You know that, right?" Rick asks. Propping himself on his elbow, down next to you.
"Hm?" His comment piques your curiosity. Momentarily forgetting about the flowers.
"Yeah, we have one more. Its realllyyy special. Just for you. Our sweet, sensitive girl." Rick tucks some hair out of your face and you start to catch on.
"Oh." You whisper. Daryls hand now under your dress, tracing the little bow on the front of your panties.
"Mhm." Daryl says against your neck, his soft little kisses being pressed into the skin.
“What is it?” You voice is all breathy. Trying to think clearly even with both men’s hands starting to roam.
“Mmm I think it’s a little easier to show then tell. Don’t you agree, Daryl?”
“Yeah. Why don’t you relax and close those pretty eyes.” Daryl offers and you can hear them start to shift. Your lids immediately fluttering closed at his suggestion.
“Let us give you your special gift, huh?”
“Okay,” you say hesitantly. Awaiting their special gift. Your panties being peeled down your thighs achingly slow by one of their hands. Daryl settling in between your legs as Rick stays and leans into kiss you. His tongue tracing yours as your hands come up, loosely holding onto his hair. The teeniest little moan escapes you when Daryl’s lips brush your clit.
“That feel good?” Daryl says from his spot between your legs. His middle finger dipping inside and curling upward. Quickly finding your sweet spot.
“Mhm,” you mumble against Rick’s lips, legs starting to squirm at the pleasure. But Rick’s hand comes down to your hips and holds you in place.
“Stay still, ok. Need you to be on your best behaviour if you want your gift. Can you do that?” He says, leaning back to see your flushed and disheveled state. You can only nod eagerly.
“Good girls use their words.” Daryl adds, pushing a second finger in and making you gasp.
“Yes! I’ll be good. I- I’ll stay still. I will.” You assure them both.
Daryl’s head dips back down, starting to lick at your clit. Flat tongue, up and down, sucking for a moment and then repeating the pattern. You need to grab onto something so you tangle your fingers into his hair. Gently tugging him even closer, face smushed up against your cunt. Not that he minded.
Ricks mouth makes its way down your dress, gently biting at your nipple through the fabric.
“I’m close...” You warn them. A little embarrassed at how quickly you were getting there.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” Rick tells you.
“But-”
“If you cum without permission, I promise i’ll have you crying a lot harder than you were a just a few minutes ago.” Daryl says sternly. Rick stays biting back a smile at your reaction. Your pretty, doe eyes already starting to gloss over. Pooling with that salty liquid.
“She’s fine. She knows the rules.” His hand comes up with soft gentle strokes, brushing your hair out of your face.
“I-”
“You know the rules, right? Tell Daryl that you’re gonna cooperate.” Rick doesn’t let you interrupt. Doesn’t let you try and fight it. He knows that it wouldn’t end well for you if you did.
“Okay. Okay. Can I cum, Daryl? Please?”
“Not yet.” He goes back to work between your legs. Sucking your clit and pumping his fingers. The knot in your stomach starting to form, and you know you’re close. You’re thirty seconds from cumming all over his fingers.
“Dare, I’m close.”
He slows down. Making sure you wouldn’t get there. You whined. Disappointed at the ruined orgasm, but still grateful for the tongue on your pussy. Not wanting to risk whatever punishment they’d come up with.
“It’s gonna feel so good when we’re done, sweetie. That’s why we’re doing it. It’s all part of the present, ok?” Rick rubs your cheek with his thumb, assuring you that he wouldn’t let the edging go on forever.
“Okay.” You need his lips to distract you. So your one hand comes up and pulls him back in. Kissing him nice and deep.
You’re close again. The tongue on your clit knowing exactly how to get you there. You think about just not telling him. Letting yourself cum and trying to hide it. It would stop the teasing. But before you even have the chance he stops, tugs on Ricks shirt and swaps places with him.
They go on for what feels like ever. Tongue and finger fucking you until you were dangerously close.
“Right there, right there,” you squeak, hands tightening in their hair. And then they’d stop. Switch their pace and make you whimper. They do it until tears start to form. When Daryl notices and starts to make fun of you.
“You cryin' already, princess? You haven’t even cum yet.” Yup. You're aware. That’s the whole point. You haven’t. And you need to. So, so badly.
You feel pathetic at this point, finally starting to beg. Trying to hold off the orgasm, and more importantly, the tears from erupting.
“Please, I can’t take it. I’ve been so good, you guys. I need to cum. Please…” You try and convince them. No matter how pathetic it might sound.
You thought this was supposed to be your present. Not theirs.
“Mmm she is asking real sweet. All polite and pathetic. What do you think, Rick?”
He only hummed against you. Making you moan out loud.
You can't take it any longer. You cum before the conversation can end.
“Ah- I’m-” you gasp. Legs staring to shake and close in on Rick’s face. That’s it. His tongue works away at your clit, as you finally reach your climax. A hot flood of tingles erupting in your core. Holding him against you as you ride out your high on his face.
Rick was right. It did feel so good now that it was done. The final release after all that edging and teasing. It was honestly drool worthy.
“Uhoh,” Daryl smiles against your lips, that devious tone in his voice. Fuck. That doesn’t sound good.
Rick comes up for air, lips glistening with your slick, eyes hazed over and hungry. Damn. He looks so pretty between your legs. You can actually feel yourself convulse around nothing.
“Thought you said you were gonna behave?” Rick teases, thumb coming up to wipe a single droplet off the apple of your cheek. He leans in and kisses you. The creamy taste of your cum still on his lips. On his tongue. He pulls away to let you answer.
“I tried. I tried to be good, I just- you kept going and I couldn’t help it-” You try to defend yourself. Knowing that it was useless. It was part of their plan right from the beginning. It wouldn’t matter if you had their permission or not.
“Better get ready, baby. There’s gonna be a lot more tears when you’re begging for us to stop instead.”
Shit.
You are so in for it now.
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(Question for all you loveys... do we prefer past tense or present? I usually do past because its just easier to write and stay consistent imo but for this one I switched it up... so what do we think? Which is better to read?)
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best friend!eddie munson x plus size!fem!reader
you're stressed and eddie's more than willing to help you feel better.
cw: 1.3k, smut, pregnancy/breeding mention, breeding kink but no one's getting knocked up here, period/ovulation mention, p in v sex, super self indulgent smut because this is where I'm at in my life lol
18+ only
"Hey, you okay?"
Eddie rubs his hand across your back. You're rolling a character for a new campaign he's running and all your rolls so far have been trash. It's not the only reason why you're having a bad day but it's not not making it worse.
"You seem kinda, and please don't get mad when I say this, but you seem kinda irritable."
You huff and slap your pencil down on the kitchen table. This can wait. You feel like you're crawling out of your skin and Eddie's patient hand making circles on your back isn't helping.
"I'm ovulating."
Eddie's already big brown eyes grow even wider.
"Uh. What does that mean? Are you on your period? Are you, do you need to see someone? Are you in pain?"
You wave your hand, dismissing his increasingly frantic concerns. He's such a good friend. A great friend who doesn't balk at period talk, just wants to take care of you, make sure you're okay.
"No, this happens before my period," you sigh and look at Eddie. He looks so unsure. He wants to help and doesn't know what in the world is going on.
You're a little out of your mind today it seems because the things you say next to your best friend can't be taken back.
"It means I want you to bend me over this table and stuff me full of your come," Eddie inhales sharply and you lean into his space.
Fuck it.
"My body is screaming at me to beg you to pump load after load of come deep inside me until I'm round with your baby. My pussy has been throbbing all day and all I can think about it pulling your cock out and riding you until I'm leaking your come all over the floor. Do you understand? I'm going haywire because of a biological need to get bred. So I'm sorry if I'm a little irritable. I need to come so bad, Eddie, but I know it won't be enough if I do it on my own and, god, I'm sorry but I want you so bad right now it hurts."
You're squirming in your seat almost to prove your point. Eddie sees it, sees you cover your face in shame, sees you hunch over in regret even as your thighs clench under your skirt.
"Jesus."
"I know."
His hand is still on your back, so you know he doesn't hate you for that little outburst. God, what is wrong with you?
"Does this happen every month?"
"Pretty much."
Eddie pulls your hands away from your heated face. He's smiling. Like it's funny. Like you didn't just go on a hysterical rampage about how you want him to breed you. Fuck, did you really say that out loud?
"Does the baby part have to happen?"
"What? Oh god no, I'm on birth control."
"Rad."
"Totally."
"So, how do you want to do this?"
Eddie's still holding your hands. The rings on his fingers feel cool on your warm skin and you don't know what he's taking about.
"I guess I'll leave," you try to pull away from his grip. "I'm sorry for dumping all that on you."
"Whoa, hey," Eddie tugs you back down when you try to stand and awkwardly shuffle away. He lets go of one hand to cup your cheek, tipping your face up to look at him again. "I asked you a question. How do you want to do this?"
"Eddie, you can't be serious. I'm sorry I went a little crazy there but-"
"Do you want me to fuck you? Want me to stuff your little pussy full until you can't take any more?"
Your usually goofy friend was using his DM voice on you, all low and serious. The voice he uses to create tension from behind his screen that always makes your toes curl.
"Yes. Please."
His thumb caresses your cheek as he moves in closer. He smells so good. A mix of his cologne, soap and something so distinctly Eddie.
Your stomach tightens and you feel a rush when his lips capture yours. It's slow, cautious at first and a little unsure, but you feel safe here in his hands. Eddie's your best friend. He won't hurt you. You trust him to make you feel good and when he asks you for a third time, "How do you want to do this?" You tell him, "Here. Now. Need you inside me."
Eddie quickly fumbles with his belt, pulling it open and off before dragging the zipper down on his jeans. Your hand sneaks inside and he groans, panting in your mouth when you find him and grip him tight.
His hands are on your hips then, tugging you into his lap as you pull him free from his boxers. Your hands are frantic. His are pushing your shirt up and over your bra, tugging the cups down so he can get at your tits. They spill over and he sucks a nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily on the sensitive bud.
"Fuck, Eddie!"
"Right, that's the plan."
You'd tell him to fuck off for being a smart ass but he's right. You need him inside you instead of holding him with a tight grip while he leaks all over your hand like you're currently doing.
You pull the gusset of your thong to one side and line Eddie up with your cunt. As soon as he feels your wet heat on his tip he's cursing into the swell of your breast, nipping and biting at your tender flesh.
"Use me, honey. Ride my cock. Want you to feel good. Wanna stuff you full of my come," Eddie rambles as he squeezes your tits. His hands and mouth feel so fucking good you swear you could come from that alone. Some other time maybe.
Right now you're slowly sinking down on his length. He's girthy and you have to focus and breathe, make yourself relax so you can take him. Because fuck you're determined to take all of him.
"So fucking tight, honey. Pussy's so wet for me. Be good for me and take it."
Eddie's hand is on your hip, gripping you tight and helping to guide you down. You cry out when he moves, tilting his hips to get a better angle.
"Oh fuck. Right there, huh? That feel good?"
You nod your head. You can't speak, all your thoughts zeroed in on finally bottoming out on his thick cock.
"Shit, honey, feel so fucking good. Ride me, baby. I've got you."
You grab Eddie's shoulders tight and bounce. It doesn't take long for your thighs to scream from exertion but you can't stop, you won't stop. The sound your cunt makes, your soaked thighs slapping against his is enough to push you to the edge, but you need more to push you over. He fills you and consumes you. Every ridge, every vein. You can feel all of it as you hold on to him for dear life.
Your tits are in his face, practically smothering him but Eddie doesn't seem to care one bit. His tongue and teeth worship your devour you like you're his last meal.
"Eddie, please."
"Please what?"
"Need to, need you to-"
"Need me to breed you? Fill this tight little cunt up?"
"Yes, fuck!"
"Take it then."
Eddie holds your hips still and you scream when he starts pistoning into you. He hits your walls just right and you gush around his thick length, soaking his boxers and thighs.
"Fuck, that's it, honey," Eddie wraps his arms around you waist and pulls you down, slumped on his chest while he uses and abuses your cunt. "Gonna come, gonna fill your pretty little cunt up. Everyone will know you're mine," he growls in your ear, "my pussy, all mine."
Eddie slams his hips a few more times before they stutter and grind into you, pushing into you to the root. You can feel him unload deep in your cunt. Hot splashes of come, as well as Eddie's pelvis griding against your clit, push you over the edge one more time and you scream into his sweaty neck.
You're both panting and sated, not caring for now that Eddie's come is slowly dripping from your stretched out cunt.
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(Ain't No) Burden in my Hand
Chapter 1 - Follow me Into the Desert - (A/B/O Zosopp)
<p>As Luffy pulled Usopp from the Water 7 docks onto the deck of the Thousand Sunny, a smell seemed to rejoin the crew as well, although slightly altered. That of a sad and nervous, but clean, freshly presented male omega. The color drained from the three youngest Strawhat alpha's faces and as Usopp tried to wrap him in a hug, Luffy froze in his grasp. An anxious pit formed in the Omega’s stomach, and he tried to fight the tears that pricked his eyes. Before he could pull away in embarrassment, Nami grabbed his shoulder and dragged him out of the tense grasp of his captain and into one of the unmarked rooms of the new ship and slammed the door behind them. </p>
<p>The distinct, comfortable burn of doubt and dread burned hotter in Usopp’s stomach at the lingering combined scent of the three Alphas’ distress, "W-what's wrong Nami? Why did you… why did they…" Usopp started, but trailed off as his friend stepped away from him to stand by a small trash can and peel off her scent patches. <em>Oh</em>. He shuffled his feet, slapped his hands against his face to soothe the humiliated prickles under it quickly, then twisted his hands in front of him as he waited and tried to ignore all the sounds coming from the deck. <em>Being able to hear through doors is so weird. Is this how everyone always knew where I was on the Sunny? Leave it to Luffy to cheat at hide and seek.</em></p>
<p>The thought left a small, affectionate smile on his face as Usopp looked up at Nami when she winced and grunted as she pulled the last of the small moleskine-like patches off. “No matter how well you shave, your neck hair always grows back in before you have to take them off” That reminded him of something he heard his mom say. Her scent began to fill his nose, sunshine on wet boards and a sort of cherry-orange ice cream, so much more noticeable than it was just a week prior. "It's gonna be hard finding patches for you, you know," Her voice was steady with an undertone of tired nerves. </p>
<p>"What? Why?" Words that would have usually come out shrill and nervous were quietly concerned because of the comfort his best friend's scent was bringing him. </p>
<p>Nami turned to face him and stepped over to him, still half in front of the door, sunlight from the large but sturdy windows next to it made Usopp’s half-silhouette on the floor between them. "For your skin tone, the ones they sell are too light even for me, I have to darken them with makeup. If people can see them from far away it kinda defeats the purpose"</p>
<p>Realization ignited in his eyes and he dropped his hands to gesture emphatically as ideas formed in his mind, "I could probably make those! I could make ones that don't give you a rash or hurt too!"</p>
<p>Nami smiled at him sadly “I can’t wait”, Usopp furrowed his brow at her response but before he could speak, she raised her hands softly to his shoulders, "I'm gonna scent you now, okay?" </p>
<p>He gulped, nodded, and closed his eyes, allowing her manicured hand to guide his head to the nook between her shoulder and neck as she rubbed the corner of her jaw across his forehead and hair. Orange and sugar were cloying and strong, and the drying wood reminded him of long lazy days on deck. Tears threatened his eyes and he balled his hands into fists awkwardly at his sides. His first heat was long and awful, and he yearned the first few days for the way it felt keeping Nami company during her heats. As the only non-alpha human on the crew it was his duty to keep her from strangling everyone to death for making noise or smelling bad. Usopp knew he was never a great heat companion, always a little too loud, mouthy and self conscious, but the physical closeness was reassuring for both of them. Her hand left the back of his head to pull off his bandana and goggles, placing them on the bookshelf beside them before returning to hold him in place.</p>
<p>“Post Heat showers fucking rule, right?”</p>
<p>Usopp let out a slightly wet laugh, tears he hadn’t even noticed wetting his cheeks and dripping onto Nami’s collarbone. He sniffled before agreeing, “No kidding. I felt like I was being reborn.”</p>
<p>He felt Nami smile into his hairline, before returning to scenting him. "...And I just wanted to say, Usopp. I'm really sorry. I think we all are but…" Her fingers froze where they carded through the hair at the nape of his neck "I should have known. You're my best friend and you left and I was more focused on everything else and didn't even think why you would want someplace safe right then and…"</p>
<p>Calloused fingers twitched, the urge to hug or comfort her strong, but he didn’t want to risk upsetting her further. "I did insult Luffy and leave you guys," He argued, adding an awkward half laugh.</p>
<p>Nami sighed sadly, nodded and after a moment, she leaned back and lightly pushed Usopp's head off her shoulder, letting him steady himself against the wall. "Yeah but so did I, and none of you ever turned your back on me for a second. From now on, we're both Omegas, we tell each other when we think something is wrong, deal? Plus, the crew kinda lost it without you. Luffy was smiling through it but I heard him crying every time I got off watch. We NEED you, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise,"</p>
<p>Usopp nodded and smiled, although strained and still concerned, a little disoriented from the source of total comfort being taken away. After quickly returning it, she peered through the window behind Usopp who followed her eyeline. The scene was chaos. Sanji was squatted on the deck, face buried in his hands, cigarette ash dangling dangerously through his fingers. Luffy was super-hugging the mast, arms wrapped around it at least a dozen times, a distressed look on his face as Chopper tried to talk him down. Ominously, Zoro was staring out over the ocean back towards Water 7, one foot up on the edge of the boat, hands on the hilts of his swords. Seemingly not nearly as concerned as the other two. Robin stood next to him, glancing between the swordsman and the other young alphas in amusement. It made the pit in Usopp’s stomach double and he tried to breathe deeply, but only one thing could fill his mind-</p>
<p><em>What's Zoro thinking about?</em></p>
<p>Nami rolled her eyes and opened the door, exiting the room and closing it again behind her before immediately starting to yell at the Alphas. Usopp laughed quietly to himself, turning towards the desk. He knew Sanji and Luffy would probably feel Alpha responsibility for him more now and feel guilty for letting him leave, but Zoro definitely wouldn’t feel guilty. <em> His reasons were valid</em>. The swordsman’s undying loyalty and strict morals would not have allowed for any other solution. <em>You can’t disrespect his God and continue on like nothing happened.</em> Testing his legs, he took a few wobbly steps towards the desk and successfully landed himself in the leather chair. As he sat down, he realized that this must be Nami's office, based on the map papers neatly organized into levels of completion on the desktop. He wondered if he'd get his own room now that he's presented, and realized belatedly that maybe Franky knew before any of his friends did.</p>
<p>A hotel clerk was the first to make it apparent to him, asking if he'd like a smell proof room instead of a regular for the night. He had just flushed and traded a few of his trinkets to pay for the rest of the week.</p>
<p>Interrupting his reminiscing, Luffy burst into the office and Usopp scrambled to his feet before his rubbery captain could drag him over Nami's desk, incurring her wrath. </p>
<p>"WAAAA USOPP I'm sorry, I didn't know!" He said, arms wrapped around the sniper's waist, pulling them together. <em>Cute but predictable.</em> Usopp smiled and pet his hair,</p>
<p>"It's okay Luffy, I didn't know either"</p>
<p>A smile shone across Luffy's face and he removed his arms from Usopp’s waist, instead wrapping them around his narrow shoulders and enthusiastically scenting him, rubbery face rubbing aggressively against his hairline.</p>
<p>Despite the uncomfortable tugging of rubbery skin on clean hair, Usopp's knees felt weak, the stress of the last week leaving his body at the overwhelming smell of his pack leader’s scent. Being so close to the source of the scent, water over rocks and a beach campfire, was like coming home after a long journey. <em>It… IS coming home after a long journey. </em>He grabbed handfuls of Luffy's shirt, trying to ground his reality in anything solid. After a moment, Luffy pulled back easily and beamed at him, seemingly unaware of his newfound affect on the sniper "I'm glad you're back Usopp!"</p>
<p>…</p>
<p>"Usopp-san, of course I forgive you. I barely forgave Luffy for letting you leave, and that was before you presented" Sanji's comforting words rang in his head as he climbed the ladder toward the crows nest. </p>
<p><em>Zoro was why you left in the first place, why would he forgive you? Plus, he can smell you now, if he hasn't figured out about your crush yet, he definitely will today</em>. A small, anxious part of him whispered. <em>He’ll just get weirded out and throw me in the ocean again. </em>Unfortunately for Usopp's physical health and body temperature, his new Omega brain couldn't function properly in a pack where he feels unsure about his packmates' feelings about him. Open hatred was better than uncertainty. Hence why he had spent the entire day going to each of his packmates and trying to make amends and gauge his situation.</p>
<p>In his own fashion, of course, as he brought little trinkets he made for all of them. The final of which sits in the chest pouch of his overalls even now. <em>Zoro's</em>. Usopp recognized the feeling of himself backing out as his hand hovered over the trap door and he forced himself to push it open. He pulled himself up into the room and quickly located Zoro, sitting on the window seat next to a pile of weights and bars, lanterns in the rooms leaving shadows over his face as he stared at him with steady, vague interest. For most other people it would just look like every other blank stare Zoro wore, but Usopp had spent so much time focusing on him from afar and trying to decode the alpha he could tell the subtle differences even in the low light. The room was heavy with Zoro’s blacksmith’s shop scent, but Usopp still couldn’t tell the swordsman's moods through scents and it worried him. That was a skill that came with age and training, both of which he severely lacked.</p>
<p>Usopp allowed a moment of silence as he shakily got to his feet and flapped the trapdoor shut in a bang that echoed around the silent, cavernous room.</p>
<p>"Z-zoro. I wanted to apologize for everything that happened at Enies Lobby and Water 7. It was a moment of weakness and it won't happen again. I made you this," Attempting to still the shaking in his hand, he pulled the trinket out of his pocket and crossed the room to hold it out in offering, not noticing the way Zoro inhaled deeply as Usopp got closer "It's a sharpener for your swords"</p>
<p>Zoro furrowed his brow as he reached up to take it out of his hand, his warm hands brushing Usopp’s quivering one ever so slightly. </p>
<p>"I-I saw how you find rocks every once in a while to sharpen them, so I made something you can just slide your swords through to sharpen, that way it’s at the same angle everytime"</p>
<p>Gold earrings jingle as Zoro nods, standing up to put the sharpener in his pants pocket. He looked down at Usopp, from his mild height advantage, silver eyes boring into Usopp’s dark brown, and Usopp realized that was the deciding moment. He stopped the urge to twist his fingers together and shoved them into his pockets instead. Zoro’s voice was scratchy, like he hadn’t spoken in a while. "You disrespected our Captain. That's why I wanted you to leave. Thank you, for this" He tapped the pocket holding the gift, "But your skills were never in question to me. You're good at what you do." Zoro took a few steps forward, his broad, bare chest only a few inches from Usopp's. His scent was rolling off of him in powerful waves.</p>
<p>Nami has once told Usopp that Zoro smelled like a black smith's forge full of wood and he couldn't agree more. Heat, metal, pine, smoke and char fill his nose and leave a funny feeling in Usopp's stomach and he inhales sluggishly. "Oh" Usopp replied quietly, struggling to maintain eye contact.</p>
<p>"And," Zoro turned his face away and gnashed his teeth, almost wincing before continuing, fighting down a growl, "I'm sorry you had to go through your first heat alone"</p>
<p><em>Oh.</em></p>
<p>Neither Sanji nor Luffy mentioned that during their conversations, due to being too proper and not caring respectively. Although, their other Alpha, Robin, made a joke about his poor timing. But Zoro didn't tell jokes. Not like this, "Uh, Thank you. For forgiving me," </p>
<p>Zoro’s eyes snapped back to Usopp’s, an unreadable look in his eyes as he closed his lips carefully around his fangs. Usopp continued quickly</p>
<p>"A-and thanks for your worrying but it really wasn't an issue."</p>
<p>Zoro rolled his eyes as a growl built in his throat and Usopp jumped to defend,</p>
<p>"It wasn't! I just sold some of the stuff from the Merry to pay for a room and it was fine!"</p>
<p>"THAT’S NOT THE ISSUE"</p>
<p>Usopp's mouth snapped shut as he stared at the swordsman. Said swordsman grabbed him by the shoulders, a movement the sniper'd gotten more than comfortable with in the past days as scenting became an everyday occurance. His body seemed too shocked to react, just staring in confusion as Zoro pinned him with a determined look.</p>
<p>"Everybody here always has people around during their stuff. Luffy has you and Chopper for his ruts, Sanji and Robin have each other, and Nami and I both have you,"</p>
<p>Which Usopp nodded at. He made sure to spend good time with both the Alphas and the now fellow Omega during their cycles. And while Nami would hang out with basically anyone except Sanji and Zoro, Zoro's ruts were spent in solitary save for the sniper's visits. He had always forbade himself from scrutinizing that. <em>No point in getting my hopes up.</em></p>
<p>"But you went through your first heat alone in a new place in ruin. And…" Zoro trailed off, teeth grinding almost audibly again, but his intense gaze didn't leave Usopp's. After a long, tense moment, Zoro sighed and tried again, rolling his eyes irritably and shifting on his feet "You know why I sleep in between you and the door during my ruts? Because… I want you to spend them with me. I… need you to be safe. All the time. I want to spend yours with you now. I want to… take care of you. How I can."</p>
<p>Usopp's heart couldn't be any louder if it tried. That was… a courting proposal. Plain and simple. Zoro's own emotionally stunted twist on it, but a proposal nonetheless. The swordsman looked tired out by the confession, but steadfast in waiting for a response. Whatever part of his brain that was not currently leaking out his ears registered just how strong Zoro’s scent had gotten. It was making his head swim and his mouth water. <em>Do I smell that strongly? I hope not</em>. He swallowed, voice coming out quieter than he meant it to "I want that too."</p>
<p>The words, the ones he had imagined saying to another person over and over again since he was a child, and to Zoro over and over again for the past week, actually left his mouth. A slow grin, tired but happy, spread across Usopp’s face, eliciting a cocky one from the Alpha. Bluntly, he asked "Can I scent you now? Uh. Please?" </p>
<p>The question startled a laugh out of Usopp, who nodded shyly, and as Zoro's strong arms pulled him in, the sniper wrapped his arms around Zoro's midsection and buried his face in his neck. From his new vantage point, He could feel the other sigh, one arm wrapped tightly around his shoulders, the other grabbing a fistful of his overalls.<em> In his own way</em>. Usopp smiled into Zoro’s scent glands, inhaling until his breath hitched.</p>
<p>…</p>
<p>After a while, Usopp was sitting on one of the plush window benches, with his sketchbook propped up on his knees, pretending to not watch Zoro weightlift across the room. Three 800 pound weights were attached to either side of the bar where it lay in Zoro’s hands as he lay on the bench. The latter was 100% posturing, but there were no complaints to be heard. He cleared his throat and glanced at Usopp before stating matter-of-factly, "Uh, we shouldn’t tell people we’re datin’. Pirating and all that don't end well for <em>anyone</em>."</p>
<p><em>Ouch.</em> It stung to hear but the reasoning was sound. <em>Love’s got no place on the seas. </em>After a moment, Usopp nodded in agreement, looking back down at his half finished sketch of Zoro’s bicep and swiping off eraser crumbs. "Yeah, that makes sense. Especially with the greatest swordsman thing. I'd hate to be a liability for your dream."</p>
<p>He could almost hear Zoro rolling his eyes irritatedly, "You're not a goddamn liability. You're just someone they'll know I won't want to lose. It’s a disadvantage in a fight, and I don’t like those. Or people going after you to get to me anymore than they normally do." </p>
<p>On any normal day, in any normal situation, Usopp would have died. Plain and simple. <em>Only Zoro could make me leave the crew then say he doesn’t want to lose me a week later.</em> But here, in a closed room, full of their combined scent, he just blushed and smiled brightly at his Alpha over the top of his sketchbook. His alpha. God. Zoro responded with a small smirk before focussing back on his workout.</p>
<p>The smell that perfumed the air was strong, and difficult to describe. Usopp's own scent was new, and he could not smell it the same way others could, but Nami had described it as, <em>"Wildflowers. It's like that strong flower scent, but stronger and un-manicured, like a field of them that used to be wild grass, or something."</em></p>
<p>That, mixed with Zoro's scent created a comforting smell, like a home that didn't exist yet. Something with a strong forge and big open windows. Which he supposed, is what he wanted to build with Zoro. A plan for after piracy. After Luffy. <em>Luffy</em>! Usopp winced. He heaved a long sigh before speaking up. "Luffy's gonna tell everyone we meet though. What should we do about that?" </p>
<p>Zoro stopped mid-rep, <em>show off, </em>and stared up at the ceiling. Then, after a second, he racked his bar and sighed tiredly, “So we’d have to hide it from everyone.”</p>
<p>Usopp nodded, closing his sketchbook and curling in on himself as Zoro let out another long sigh and sat up, slumping with his knees against his elbows. The stronger scent in the room changed, more smoke, less pine. It made something deep inside Usopp sad in a way he didn’t expect, and didn’t really know how to deal with. A thick feeling gathered in his throat, and he tried to swallow with a wince that he saw mirrored on Zoro’s face. <em>I should… try and fix that. Right? </em> </p>
<p>He unfurled himself and stood, awkwardly crossing the room to stand before the hunched swordsman, who peered up at him questioningly. Raising his hands, he lightly placed them against the Alpha’s shoulders, praying he got the idea. Surprisingly, he did, and after a long moment of Zoro staring up at him in a way that made him want to both twirl his hair like a schoolgirl and drown himself in the kitchen sink, wrapped his arms around the Omega’s waist, pulling him to stand between his knees with his head pressed against his stomach. Usopp did his best to gently scratch his Alpha’s scalp with his bandaged fingers and calluses, and he smelled Zoro start to scent him again. The scent coming off him was much lighter this time, and he seemed conflicted between pressing forward against Usopp's soft stomach and back against his gentle hands. <em>Good sign.</em></p>
<p>"W-we could… not tell him? Is that stupid?"</p>
<p>Zoro pulled out the all-too-real moral scale system in his head. On one side, Usopp. He just got him back, just found out they wanted each other in the same way. His safety and comfort were at risk. On the other side, as usual, Luffy. His captain, his savior, his pack leader. His trust, easily won but no less valuable, might be hurt by them keeping this from him. <em>What would keep them all the most safe?</em> Maybe Usopp would know. Usopp was smart. </p>
<p>Leaning back slightly, he rested his chin against Usopp’s chest before answering, "I'm weighing something,"</p>
<p>Usopp nodded, used to being Zoro's sounding board for his moral dilemmas. <em>Although, I am a pretty biased jury here, </em>he thought bemusedly.</p>
<p>"With you, if we tell him your safety is at risk. What's the bad part of not telling him?"</p>
<p>Usopp looked forward and tapped his pointer finger against his lips in thought. "I suppose it's mainly him being mad that we didn't tell him when he finds out, or… I don't know, some life threatening dilemma that requires he knows we're dating?" He offers, looking back down to meet Zoro's eyes as they gaze up at him, the unreadable, contemplative look on his face. After another long pause said Alpha spoke, </p>
<p>"So let's just not tell him. Or anyone, I guess."</p>
<p>Usopp sucked air in through his clenched teeth, and Zoro frowned. "I'm sorry, but I promised Nami I would tell her everything now, after everything that happened."</p>
<p>"Okay, then just Nami will know. As much as I hate her, she's the kind of person we want on our side when it comes to secrets. Deal?" Zoro raised a hand to grip Usopp's where it rested against his chin. Usopp threaded their fingers together and kissed Zoro's scarred knuckles quickly, his cheeks darkening.</p>
<p>"Deal."<p>
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A Conversation about Feet
Am I writing this because I saw one of our mutuals post about the cleanliness of fictional characters' feet?
Yes, yes I am.
Do I feel awkward or ashamed to be talking about said fictional feet?
No, no I do not.
Aren't feet weird and gross?
To some, but not all.
That's why this cold open is going to serve as your
Trigger Warning: Feet below the cut
@avastrasposts this one is for you, love 👍🏼
In this conversation I'm going to first rank and then explain the cleanliness of each man's feet. I'm first going to cover the basics, and by that I mean the most well known of the Pascal Punks (my nod to artist Rickie Yagawa)
Frankie - Average
The military doesn't leave you with much time to take extensive care of one's self, and civilian life doesn't provide much instruction as to how. The most Frankie does is trim his nails as needed, maybe soak them in some hot water with Epsom salt for when they start to hurt, and lotion to prevent cracking.
Dave - Above Average
This is a man with a guilty pleasure for pedicures. You see, after marrying his wife and conceiving their first child, Carol constantly needed a foot massage for her aching feet. Dave, being the loving husband he is, decided that a spa day would be great for her. He had intended for it to be a little getaway for her but she requested his presence. One of the treatments happened to be a pedicure. At first he was apprehensive about someone touching his feet, but after feeling so much better from the accompanying massage and soak he loved it. Now, it's his zen time after a particularly difficult mission so that he can properly compartmentalize his trauma.
Marcus P - Above Average
Surely you must know that Special Agent Pike is a stickler for good self care. You should be eating right, exercising, and generally giving your body what it needs. It's how you stay in the game. It's also how you get into weird fads about skin care. Dry, cracking skin on your feet? Use this weird thing that oddly looks like a cheese grater. It'll be fine! Yeah, no. Marcus has tried just about everything to take care of his feet, what with the amount of walking he does. And while he knows he isn't always going to be chasing the bad guys, he does want to be able to keep up with any little ones he'll have down the line. So Marcus is the who finds the best lotions and soaks for your feet.
Javier - Average
After years chasing down drug lords and returning home to work on the ranch, Peña has learned the hard way that if you don't take care of your feet you're screwed (and not in the preferred way). But he's not irredeemable. After the first shot of pain through his foot, Chucho showed his son how to care for cracked heels using aloe vera to heal and Epsom salt baths for the pain later. Now the bottle of lotion in his room is used for what it was originally intended for.
Max L - Below Average (due to circumstances)
Having grown up in a less than supportive environment, Max is going to develop some issues later down the road due to poor care and shoes while growing up. While he's going to try his hardest to keep it clean and presentable, even going as far as painting his toe nails to look more natural, he's still going to face problems. Some will be fixable, others will be permanent, but for the sake of everyone I won't go into too much detail as to what he could get.
Dieter - Above Average
This trash panda will whine and moan and fight you every inch if you tell him that he has to get out of his hole (take that term as you will) to go to his appointment at the nail salon for his regular pedicure. He'll complain and pout and swear up and down that he doesn't want to go. "Why do I even have these appointments?! It's not like anyone is looking at them! I should cancel these appointments!" And then the second he's there and in the chair - gone. Out like a light. Best sleep he's gotten in weeks that isn't drug induced. It is the most peaceful and relaxed you could or would ever see him.
Din - Terrible
Given Din's life style I don't think he has much time for general self care, let alone specifically foot care. His feet probably reek with how little air time they get. If they're not already deformed they're going to be if he doesn't take his shoes off more often. And don't get me started on sweat accumulation. 🤢
Marcus M - Above Average (Girl Dad for the win)
Being a parent is hard. Being a single parent is even harder. But being a super parent that just so happens to be single is super hard! You've got to save the world AND figure out how to explain that random bleeding your daughter is experiencing is totally normal. Luckily for Moreno, his daughter is growing up fantastic and even teaching her dad a few tricks. With Missy insisting on fact checking every fad the internet throws at her (as her father would want because we don't take things at face value in this house), she's rooted out the fakes and misconceptions, leaving only the most realistic treatments. What's great is that doing them together double as bonding time when he's tied up with work.
Ezra - Disgusting (Sorry)
Sir, how long have you been on that planet? No no, how long have you been in that suit? You know what? I don't want to know. Don't tell me, I'll just puke.
Jack - Average/Below Average
This man is a man's man, a man don't get pedicures. That's the thing you take your girl to, not yourself. Hell, Jack doesn't even use lotion on the rest of his body. What makes you think he uses it one his feet? He showers like everybody else. He deals with the pain when it hurts. He does the bare minimum and that's it.
Javi - Immaculate
One time, when Javi was a teenager, he won a trip to LA where he would get a "Hollywood Make Over". The sweepstakes was intended for girls though they still left it open for anyone, but you can imagine that some were surprised to see a boy show up excited for a facial. Javi was of course hoping to run into Nicolas Cage, but while he didn't meet his hero he did learn the power of the pumice stone. Swimming in chlorinated water and the Mediterranean can dry out your skin. Being able to buff away the dryness safely is a must have, and with the money Javi has access to you know he isn't getting the cheap lava rock.
Joel - Below Average (potentially getting worse)
The world has ended. The fugus is among us. Ain't nobody got time to leisurely soak their feet. Joel knows this, he ain't happy about it, but he's made peace with it. He does what he can with what he's got. Trading for what he doesn't. Aloe is good for your feet, but the material aloe infused socks are made of don't last like others do. So with some help from Frank, he learned how to "infuse" aloe into his regular socks to help during long activities (like crossing the country for a kid you just met).
Max P - Immaculate
I'd like to think that if you're the undead you don't suffer the same issues as the living do. You don't age. You don't change. However that would mean you're invulnerable. And then that would mean you could never die. That's not true as we've seen [insert reference gif of Max exploding here]. Be who knows? Perhaps it's the trivial things in life that immortals have no qualms with. And if you don't sweat you won't stink up your feet.
Pero - Disgusting (Not Sorry)
He's gone months without shaving. I think he'll go the same amount of time if it means saving gold. And yet I would also like to think that should this man not only live long enough to find a woman to love, but a woman willing to marry him, the first thing that woman would insist on is a bath. Even if she has to shove him into the river to get her point across. She'd make home made soap with dried fruit and flowers. Anything to get him (and especially his feet) to smell better. She'd even toss his old leathers and shoes if they smelled terrible.
Oberyn - for modern times? Average. For Westeros? Above Average.
Our beloved prince has been everywhere feasible while also trying everything possible in those places. And you can bet that for every conquest our prince has had, he's learned an equal number of life hacks. For example, in the brothels of the North then women are famed for their persistently soft skin. A trade secret made during the last winter. Oberyn managed to get secret out of one of his companions for the evening and uses it himself to keep him too condition for his lovers. Of course, Oberyn also has a fine collection of scented oils from all over Essos as well.
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Earth Day Special! (4-Episodes. Too Many To List, Comission for Weird Kev 27)
Happy Earth Day everyone! It's a day to reuse, renew and recycle, reflect on the gifts mother earth has given us and hope it dosen't die horribly from big corporations and general studidity bleeding it dry!
It's also a time to celebrate how cartoons tackle envornmentalism, as Kev, my sorta producer and the guy who pays for the bulk of my commissions each month, is an environmentalist, and thus thought it'd be fun to take a look at a few episodes that tackle a green message and see how they do.
Today we'll be looking at the Rocko's Modern Life Classic "Zanzibar" and three more recent examples; OK K.O. Let's Be Heroes "The Power is Yours", Big City Greens "Green Greens" and The Ghost and Molly McGee's carbon zeor heroes. So join me under the cut as we see how yesterday and today's toons try to teach kids what they can do to help the environment.
Zanzibar (Rocko's Modern LIfe)
We start with the oldest episode here, all the way back from 1996.
Zanzibar is a musical episode, a genre I can't belivie I HAVEN'T covered before but love dearly. Sure sometimes it can be done poorly, but when done right it's a thing of beauty and Zanzibar does it right.
A lot of that is in who wrote it: Dan Povmire and Jeff Swampy Marsh of Phineas and Ferb and Milo Murphy's Law Fame. This is where they got their start and you can tell it's them by the beautiful music and self aware tone. In a great joke everyone dancing and singing is explained by the fact they rehearesed every thursday, except Rocko who wasn't aware this was a thing and is deeply confused. The episode knows it's a musical and an environmental episode when the general strategy to writing one was POLUTION BAD. PEOPLE WHO POLUTE ARE GROTESQUE CORPRATE MONSTERS WHO POLUTE BECAUSE IT'S FUN OR SEXY TIM CURRY POLUTION. We all know grotesque corporate monsters pollute because it's cost effective.
Instead, Zanzibar is pretty blunt about where the issues come from: When Rocko arrives to a full dump after the catchy opening tune, Ed's solution is that "There's plenty of room over there".. in a park. Ed represents callous assholes who dump garbage everywhere, but in a realistic sense: some assholes really are that callous about the environment or act like damaging it dosen't matter. Ed even sings a whole song about how birds and fish are "brainnnnlesss pinheads", which is both beautiful to hear and also gloriously obnoxious.
Thankfully our heroes instead listen to Captain Compost Heap, a wonderfullyd eisgned pile of compost that sings the spelling song, the signature piece of this episode and the one that has been grafted to my head since watching. IT's catchy has hell.. and that's by design as it teaches HOW to help the environment in a way kids could feasably try while getting stuck in their head so the lesson sticks. It teaches the steps: recycle trash to reuse it, conserve power, and don't you P-O-L-L-U-T-E the rivers sky and sea or else your gonna get what you deserve. Simple but effective and it even talks about ozone depletion in detail, one of the best examples i've seen of that, only topped by Futurama's Crimes of the Hot later. Gotta remember that one and a big piece of garbage for next year.
OUr heroes DO mak ea change and help the dump reduce... but it also shows there's limits to what we CAN do as CCH points out the biggest polluter, Conglom-O the souless corporation that owns most of the city and city hall... to the point the crowd that's gathered decides to give up and sing about how you can't fight city hall. What's neat though is that Rocko.. dosen't and decides you can at least TRY to hold corporations accountable. Granted Rocko has a big unruly mob on his side but still.
Granted the episode does make the issue of holding them acountable easy as all it hilarously takes is Rocko barging in, adresssing the board, and then his big unruly mob singing a song to convince them "sure why not". IN real life.. they usually won't or may SAY they will but not actually do shit, and if they do do things it'll be in a performative measure. But I get this is a 90's era cartoon aimed at children, if fun for all, and thus can only do so much.
It DOES however work around this with catharsis: ed's in charge of it and thus gets the thankless job of undoing all Conglomo's shit which at least shows how big corprate greedheads really don't have to put any work into actually fixing their act and foster it on someone else. it's just in this case the someone else is a callous asshole incapable of learning a lesson, so it works out. And all Ed leanrs.. is to be pissed Rocko gave him extra work, and thus is smited by the ozone layer for his insolence. A bit broad? Sure but it works well for it's time and even now holds up really well, being a funny, sharply written episode that knows what it is and what it's limitations are and thus just has fun with it.
The Power is Yours (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes!)
OK KO is already pretty damn insane and it's great for that. It mixes subtle character development episodes, well done story arcs and a fun world with just about every genre of protagnist stuffed in and juiced up on energy drinks with wacky nonsense episodes.
This is one of those as well as one of OK KO's crossover episodes. While OK KO would do a proper big ole crossover with conteperary shows with Crossover Nexus, most of the time Ian instead focused on older properties. It's why the Grimwood Girls made their triumphant comeback here, why the Sonic crossover had a LOT of adventures of sonic the hedgehog homages, and why for it's first crossover... they choose captain planet.
Keep in mind Captain Planet, while aired on CN and grandfathered in as something owned by Time Warner Bros Discovery, originally aired on TBS and long predated the network. Of all the many great shows Cartoon Network had aired, it was a very left of field choice.
But it's one that clearly ian sincerly backed and rightfully so. The Power is Yours shows a love for Captain Planet while also lampooning the hell out of how over the top it is, which Given OK KO is already over the top in it's world, fits perfectly.
Here Lord Boxman, our resident baddy, gets help from evil efficency effort and former Captain Planet Villian Dr. Blight. He finds her sexay, so he gladly endugles her when she claims poluting and destroying the planet will somehow equal profit, a nice take on how most captain planet villians were greedy buisness types.. yet engaged in stuff that vastly outstripped the profit they'd actually get. There's a reason Captain Planet Villian is now short hand.
As a result the ice caps melt flooding the plaza, smog encroaches.. but only our lead KO gives a fuck. Rad is of course oblivoius and self intrested and Enid dosne't care a lot this early in the series.
Thankfully KO get shelp from Kwame, leader of the planateers played by returning acting icon Lavar Burton, who does a wonderful job. He gives each of the cast a ring.. including A Real Magical Skeleton and his buddy brandon, who have to share the wind ring.
Captain Planet is able to turn the tide and the animators.. just have fun with the series cartoony nature, having Captian Planet do the goddamn certified Jojo pose, complete with araki style art shift, above, suck up all the polution like a ballon and generally get to do looney tunes stuff.
As is standard procedure if I remmeber right, Captain Planet gets struck down and as is standard procedure fo rour heroes, Rad and Enid bicker and it takes KO using the power of HEART to get them to care about the environment which powers up CP enough to save the day.
The plot's simple.. btu what makes it work is how tounge in cheek it is: this is captain planet taken to it's most rediculous extreme and it works. The only thing missing is ted turner murdering people to really fit. And the ending.. improves on the source with Captain Planet pointing out what they've done.. really dosen't GUARANTEE the world is okay. We have to take systemic, group action to really make a change and not let the planet fall into a firey hell pit and while doing what you can is good, if exagerated for parody's sake here, climate change is something that's not easily fixed nor going away. It's a lesson we all need to learn and one well taught, mixnig the over the top parody and moralizing.. with a real message that lands because it's so seprated from what came before without feeling jarring. Captain Planet calmly telling a small child that it's not that easy.. works. The power is this episodes and the onlyt hing it was missing was a ted turner rampage.
Green Greens (Big City Greens)
Green Greens follows our favorite family as they try to clean up their own environment.. and also showcases how while Recycling IS a good thing, sometimes doing so can be a trial.
The ep kicks off with Bill finding out his garden is rotting. Naturally like 80% of his problems, it's cricke'ts fault, who has created a trash hole in the garden not getting that their crops are you know.. how they pay for food and stuff. As usual it dosen't sink in, not helped by the revelation Gramma has been aiding and abetting this nightmare. Tilly didn't know because "We knew you would snitch sweety" and I assume Gloria, their live in 20 something the family basically adopted in all but paper, didn't either.
Bill plans to clean all this up but runs into a problem thanks to said gloria; A flourcesnt bulb is among the trash and if not disposed properly it can leak into the enviroment, something I honestly forgot and is good to know. Wanting to both prove a point and not kill their yard worse than his son already has, Bill agrees to Gloria's suggestion to take it to an e-waste center. Gloria will drive and Tilly will tag along because she's a pure ray of sunshine while Cricket and Gramma will clean up the consequences of their actions.. which admitely isn't the biggest punishment as Cricket mocks bill about how he gets to play in the trash... though Gloria calling hi ma little racoon is adorable. She's a good big sister.
Gloria DOES have her limits though as our heroes end up in a traffic jam, and Gloria has big plans for tonight
Okay she just dosen't want to spend her saturday in traffic when her surrogate dad and sister can just take the train so their left on their own. What follows is an epic quest, as our heroes have trouble finding the chartruse line.. a gag I really like as Bill wonders if tha'ts even a color. They find help with an activist who is suprised anyone is actually doing something as fortold in the prophecy and guides them to their destination: beyond the bridge of woe to the e-waste center, it's frought with peril. Bill has an understandable question
And there's no real answer but I get their point: sometimes city planning makes it hard to .. you know actually recycle. not everywhere collects recycling. I know my town dosen't. And while Big City DOES, it's e-waste center is on the other side of town, in the shady and smog filled industrial district. It's not making it easy to do the right thing and it shoudn't be this hard to properly dispose of a lightbulb.
Our heroes treck through urban mordor.. and fine their on the wrong side. Bill does the understandable thing and goes laughing mad, scaring away some toughs and planning to just chuck it. TIllyt alks him down pointing out sometimes doing the right thing is hard.. but you should still do it.. even if it means crossing an industrial waste. And the thing is getting the bulb there for the one day a week, if that, it can be recycled... dosen't really fill them with any satisfaction.
What does that and gives them closure with their quest.. is the b plot> Cricket and Gramma are naturally hot mess. They do clean out the trash hole.. but now have a full trash can and a GARBAGE MOUNTAIN to deal with. Cricket does what I usually doa nd jsut stuffs it all in.. and it predictably backfires, spilling out all over.
They go with plan b: just stuff it in the neighbors dumpster.. and said neighbor says i'ts not very chill so they back off.. but does provide a solution. Recycling! The episode shows how recyling trash.. helps reduce it to a managable level, helping break down the issue of "well it makes it harder to have to sort the trash. it does.. at first.. but doing so helps reduce their trash. It honestly makes me want to try recycling simply because it seems like it'd help my room not be the wasteland it is.
It also delivers the episodes aseop: doing your part for the envorment is hard and often thankless.. but just doing your little bit with worth it. Just doing that much has already restored the soil around the crops.. and that's enough to make bill and tilly feel like their journey was worth it. And Gloria. she helped too. Probably.
Carbon Zero Heroes (The Ghost and Molly McGee)
Our final stop for this special, as we look in on the recently departed the Ghost and Molly McGee. Fun fact this is the first episode from season 2 i've seen.
This episode is also my first exposure to Ollie. He's our protaganist Mollie's boyfriend and thus to the shippers
That's somehow not an exageration either: See in season one Molly was heavily shipped with her closest friend Libby and her nemises turned friend Andrea, the former because they have adorable chemistry and compliment each other and the latter for both some of those reasons and because Disney shippers really love enemies to lovers. Given I ship both Sashanne and Lumity, I sympathize. So introducing a canon love intrest whose not either of them was always going to be a struggle. I'm a shipper myself, I get it. Sometimes it's hard. I mean i've been trying to ship this dog for several days
But i'm still not sure exactly who. It's a hard buisness and sometims you can go years without finding a character to pair with a character. Especially when ti's a cartoon british dog who already has a LOT of shit to put up with and thus needs someone SOMEWHAT stable. and also like 30's ish. What i'm saying is shipping wendy is harder than I expected and I get canon sometimes sucks.
I won't however bash Ollie for that as he was already being created byt he time season 1 aired, and thus the staff really didn't have time to pivot with the tides. At worst he's kinda bland as in at least this episode he's really just.. molly but a dude. That's it. Their adorable.. but unlike Libby or Andrea he dosen't really play off of her in an intresting way. his voice actor, who also has the voice of an angel in the musical number for this episode, feels he boosts her up, which fits.. but I still get that it's just not as intresting as Molly helping Libby with her shyness and Libby consequently help;ing Molly take about 10% off or Andrea's cool demeanor and slow reform contrasting Molly just going for it. It's not that Olly is TERRIBLE, he's just nojt AS good as the ships the fans had built up by the time he popped into the world.
So where were we.. ah yes. Someone help me ship this dog. She does pilates, can deadlift a grown dog man, and is the loving mother of one. She'as also easily startled but given her neighbor once slapped his ass in front of her as part of a game with his daughter and got shoved down the stairs for the same reasons while treating it as if it wasn't a big deal, you can see why maybe I want her to be happy
And oh yes the episode. Okay so our episode is kicked off by a lecture on how if we dont' fix climate change
And leaves the children all scared. Scratch, our ghost and Mollys ghost BFF, figures it's humanity's problem as he's dead. He dosen't have to deal with this and he certainly doesn't have a human body he forgot about. Nope not him.
Molly, being a go getter naturally dosen't take this lying down and wants to do something while Libby.. feels we're all fucked and there's ntohing we can do and has prepared a bunker. I was not expecting this to have a LIbby subplot about her survivial bunker for the inevitable fall of mankind, but here we are and it is glorious.
Ollie however agrees with Molly that they can do something so in classic kids tv fashoin tehy start recycling, pick up garbage, do all the carbon zero footprint stuff all to a catchy well done song.. and costume changes. I did say they were adorable, I prefer molibby but they aren't bad.
The episode also does something few kids shows have done, and something I like: While Big City Greens talked about taking small steps, Rocko foreshadowed what a bit task it was and OK KO showed whatever steps you tak earen't enough alone, TGAMM shows just HOW MUCH it'd take to actually leave a zero footprint.
Our heroes bike everywhere, can't watch anything, can't have pizza, eat turnips they grew but can't cook them because gas (even though fire is an option. Whose for fire?), keep bugs off said turnips, miss a birthday party and are generally utterly miserable.. and it only improves the earth by .00000000003%. The hard truth is doing NO harm to the envronment in a world set up that way... is simply impossible without radical life changes two 13 year olds simply aren't capable of. They can't buy a farm or have the money to grow crops and can't bike up hills reliably. As a wise 10 year old once said
It's a hard truth.. but one kids NEED to hear. You can't do everything yourself, the world is hard to change and you shouldn't kill yoruself doing so. It dosent mean having a trash hole or nothing matters it just means saving the earth isn't something you can do by yourself.
While our heroes were hitting rock bottom we get that bunker subplot, which is the best part of the episode. Granted I already liked libby a lot as a character but given her sometimes depressed nature, it fits perfectly that she simply decided instead of trying to change thigns to prepare to the end, and seeing the normally shy libby show off her zombie bunker is great. She even gladly invites Scratch. What's a bunker without friends. This plot is here for two reasons. the first is it's hilarious and provides a nice contrast from how.. rough the a plot can get as while there are some funny bits it's rough watching two well meaning 13 year olds nearly drive themselves nuts trying to fix climate change.
So instead we get another tween whose happily set up a zombie survivial bunker and counters Scratch's "those don't exist" with "People dont think ghosts are real either". Touche. She also has a blanket with spikes and a bed with spikes. Lots of spikes, canned goods and posters to prepare for the zombei apocalypse or any old apocalypse.
The other reason besides being objectively hilarious is it shows the other extreme: giving up, accepting the world will go to shit and errupt in fire and being prepared to live in a horrifying post apocalypse. And that itself.. isn't healthy. I mean having a bunker shockingly is as having somewhere safe and secure planned in case shit goes down, especially when your best friend has recently dealt with super ghosts, isn't that unresonable especially in these times. I can see why Libby's mom lets her keep it. They MIGHT need it.
The problem is just.. giving up: accepting the world will end instead of at least trying.
It's worth it to just.. try to make the world more sustainable. We can't probably entirely FIX climate change, but we can at least try. It's the lesson throughout all these episodes: climate change dosen't have an easy answer, but you can't give up.
So Molly and Ollie do.. but scratch encourages them.... ti's mostly to save ice cream as he realizes apocalypse food sucks, but it ends up being a good metaphor: that alone we can't save ice cream, but together we can. That community action.. is really what's needed> it might not fix EVERYTHING.. but we can at least try.
So Molly goes to town hall... which isn't as over the top as it might sound because she's tight with the mayor and has done a lot of community improvment. Of course their going to listen to her and her boyfriend and her future girlfirend and her army of racoons. She's earned it.
So Molly simply pitches a green intivaitve for the town which mayor patton oswalt naturally agrees to because he's a good dude and again, Molly has done a LOT for this town. He tried to make her mayor once. Simply doing their part, picking up trash, upping recycling, and setting up windmills... it'll only help them get carbon neutral by a decade from now.. but it's something, and shows you can acomplsih something by just trying. Also Scratch has become jabba the hutt from a lot of ice cream.
So that ends this retrospective and I gotta say.. not a bad episode in the bunch. All teach their lesson well without being patronizing or ignoring how hard going green CAN be. It was a great crop so this earth day, save a tree, try to recycle.. just do what you can. Do all you can do and it'll make the world just a little better.. and maybe tell a billionare to fuck off. I'm writing this in advance but Elon Musk will probably have done something that day. So thanks for reading and happy earth day.
#earth day#rocko's modern life#ok ko#ok ko let's be heroes#captain planet#big city greens#the ghost and molly mcgee
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All I draw everyday is adventure time self insert so blehhh :P I want some requests
I'll draw:
-my ocs :] there's info about them under the cut
-homestuuuuuuckkkk!!!
-penumbra podcast (Junoverse mainly but second citadel works :P)
-the magnus archives
-adventure time!! Fiona & cake too
-great omens
-ACE ATTORNEY
-IT
-horror movies in general
-moralton orelton
-falsettos 🛐🛐 (other musicals too if I know em :D)
-other fandoms too like fnaf, regular show, deltarune, bom musical, be more chill, ok ko, vocaloid, etc)
Okay so oc fun time!! Doing them in order of creation except julian is last
Also note, I have two oc universes one where it's just the world no fun or magic, and another where everyone has powers based on family line curses!!
Sydney Salts!! (she/her) She has a bajillion different haircuts, all done poorly in her bedroom late at night. I primarily draw angst of her because her story is very sad. She struggles feeling emotions for other people and it always hurts those around her, but she can't do anything about it. It's just apology after apology, empty room after empty room. But on her fun days she's super punk and all her clothes is made of hand me downs and trash!! Shes really into classical music and folk punk. She plays banjo, piano, synth, and guitar primarily. Sydney is SUPER FUCKING LOUD!!!! AND VERY IMPULSIVE. Notable things she has done
-gave herself an undercut with a man scaping tool
-tied her laces so tied her feet lost circulation for many hours
-chipped a young teen's tooth accidentally in the pit
-peed herself while playing hide n seek in an abandoned building cause she thought she saw a ghost
Also Sydney's power is super Hella OP. She can rearrange molecules of any connected object (including just like terrforming earth's crust if she connects to it) but it takes alot of strength and focus. Her family was cursed to be one with the earth, it started with them after a certain number of years of living they would start merging with the ground they stood on and become dirt but it's changed alot over the centuries. Sydney naturally couldn't focus her ability, but her mother worked as a power prosehtic designer and created brain plugs so she could directly connect with the objects she wants to manipulate.
Jun Kwak (he/she), Jun is my comfort oc and so I have not given her any life problems. She has it made. She's childhood friends with Meilin, since they both lived in a rich neighborhood. Since then Jun's family started having buisness problems and they moved to the ocean side to live a simpler life. Jun loves fishing, it's sweet and calm and let's him sit in peace. His plan is to build a tackle & bait store one day and spend the rest of his years on the beach. This isn't gonna work out cause plot but it's nice for now :) Jun is just a very chill and emotional but likes to goof on occasion.
Jun's family curse was to have an irresistible aroma. Jun though only produces a very subtle scent, which becomes more active in water. He mainly uses it to attract fish. The aroma he produces is affected by his health and mood so when really healthy or really during intense emotion it can affect people on land.
Mei Lin Qin (she/they) Mei Lin is very angry and very emotive. She grew up in a family who cared and loved eachother but did awful things to others. They stepped on the rest of the world to become more and more powerful. She wanted nothing to do with that so her family let her pursue her own career but blah blah plot stuff comes in. Mei Lin was super in love with Sydney but it wasn't healthy and they end up on polite acquaintance term for years. Eventually they grow and develop something of a QPR where they were both happy. Mei Lin is a gamer girl, but she only plays the most evil competitive FPS games. It fuels the menace inside her. Her and Julian have a strong friendship based on both being haters.
Her long ago ancestor was King Midas, which led her family to suffer but eventually prosper from the gold they could create. Since then the market has been overflown with gold so it's not longer so beloved. Still Meilin can produce gold as just excess on her body. Her nails are solid gold (she has a special procedure to cut it), she has natural gold in her hair, and she is very sparkly since she has gold in her pores (just trust me it works shh)
There are characters in Jun, Julian, Sydney And Mei lin's universe such as Alice (Sydney's ex and Julian's art bestie) and Aniel (a high fashion girl who took dance with Jun and Meilin as kids and they just keep running into) but I don't have much on them :P
This is Taylor (he/him) (black haired ghost loving incel) and Alec (any) (angry alien who acts like he knows human culture better than humans) they only exist in the non magic universe. Their whole thing is Taylor and Alec hate eachother through Cartoonishly shenanigans but fall in their own strange form of love. Taylor is really into ghost hunting and being inside all day on his pc setup. Alec is on earth for a personal vacation but is stranded cause he is very incompetent and also an asshole so nobody came after him. It's fun n goofy :] anytime I draw em I don't do them justice so there is little dooble.
Finally Julian Salts (he/him) , I put him last cause he's always the favorite on art fight, to my friends, and to myself. Hes angry and bitter about everything and guess what! It's your problem! Cause he's gonna bitch and moan!!! Hes super pretentious - nobody understands me - kind of artist and his perfered medium is clay sculpting. He acts all mad but he actually adores his sister (Sydney), boyfriend (Jun), and friends (Meilin and Alice) so much and that's what he usually scultps after. He only wears long skirts and sweaters with slight variation. He always has ram horns in the human and non human world. I feel like he'd look weird without them. No explanation it's just how it is. He also worked in customer service for like three months and blames that one why he's so grouchy but he was very much born this way.
His cursed family was just making them goats. Nobody knew his family was human before until the curse started dying out and the babies turned into human goat hybrids. His mom had a bad mutation and ended up dying soon after Julian's birth because of this. Julian is mostly human but he has hairy fricking legs and get scared like a sheep. His head is super tough too and his loved ones just throw shit at him because they know he can take it (he doesn't mind but acts like he does). His dad is totally human but also a dick so Julian is adopted by Sydney's family. He loves his life but will never admit it.
Okay the end :D
#will not draw everything I'm just out of creative juice#The oc cut was also so long but NOT LONG ENOUGH I SKIPPED OUT ON SO MANY FUN FACTS AND Plot#Someday I wanna make good character sheets of all my guys#And also will mansplain the whole lore to anyone who asks and my friends even if they Dont ask#And yeah some tags just to get it around#homestuck#my ocs#wizzart#good omens#The magnus archives#the penumbra podcast#junoverse#Art requests#Blehhh :P
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The silence.. is painful.
Now if you asked Caelus if he r e g r e t t e d going to visit Pela and Serval to watch one of their concerts, he would say absolutely n o t . He enjoys spending time with his friends, getting to catch up and see them enjoy their hobbies. But he will say that it was f a r louder than he was expecting it to be- uncomfortably so. Though in r e t r o s p e c t , the silver should have. Still.. he ended up having to stay near the back of the venue, only willing to go half way towards the stage if absolutely n e c e s s a r y . He had also refused to leave until the show had ended, wanting to provide moral s u p p o r t the entire way through, so he put up with the absurd volume for his companions. Caelus h a d found the two performers later and given his praise towards their t a l e n t before politely excusing himself.
Which led him b a c k to the Express, where he had stayed in his room to avoid having to s u b j e c t himself to any further excitement. It then dawned on him as the change in volume, having gotten used to the b o i s t e r o u s concert to the eery quiet in his room.. so quiet that he slowly became keenly aware of the humming of the train- which he then realized was i n f a c t the humming coming from the Stellaron, not the Express. Just another r e m i n d e r of his non-humanity........... Great. The silver p a r t i a l l y wished he was back at the venue having all thoughts drowned out by the music, but he also knew that he was n o t going to stay sane if that same volume had returned. A c o m p r o m i s e , then.
It was late enough that everyone was typically having time to themselves, winding down or just r e l a x i n g at the end of the system day. So, the lad deemed it safe to come out and sneak his way passed the others' doors into the main cabin, and immediately went to the p h o n o g r a p h . It was typically left on, so he figures it wouldn't be a problem to change the s o n g s that were playing and to mess with the volume a tad. Not loud enough to b o t h e r the others, of course! Just loud enough that Caelus could hear it but no where near as loud as the concert had been- a comfortable in-between.
Once he found a song s u i t a b l e to keep his attention, the silver made his way over to one of the couches surrounding the cabin, sitting poorly by facing the back of the furnishing to stare out the window- a leg u n d e r him, torso turned to the side to make his star watching easier, an arm perched over the back of the couch. Sometimes looking at the stary sky helped ease him, other times it can upset him further.. them being yet a n o t h e r reminder as he basically carries an equivalent to a star in his chest, yet they sometimes made him feel at h o m e .. It was always a guessing game which reaction it would be. T h a n k f u l l y it seemed to be the ladder, as his breathing s l o w e d , vision gradually losing focus.
If he truly were the trash racoon he a c t s like at times, Caelus is sure said animal ears would perk up at the s o u n d he can hear in the distance. He suspects it was Puffball r o a m i n g around, as the creature has no real rest time- just like him. Yet unlike him, Puffball could get sick, the poor thing having s p i t out a few balls of goo that they assumed would be it's version of g e t t i n g s i c k . How, no one was sure. Hell even the digital creature could be more life-like than Caelus, as the trailblazer has n e v e r gotten sick, never had blisters, never had cuts or bruises that lasted m o r e than a day thanks to his synthetic body, and possibly the S t e l l a r o n just amplifying it's self restoring capabilities. It could also just be the Path of the Trailblaze keeping him h e a l t h y , but he didn't believe that was entirely the truth.
A deep sigh escapes him, head l o w e r i n g to rest against his folded arm. If it wasn't Puffball, and someone had wandered out of their room, he doesn't think they'd come to the main cabin. Even if they do, Caelus can l i k e l y pretend to be asleep- all of those aboard the Express knew it was c o m m o n to find him 'powered down' at i n c o n s i s t e n t intervals and in random locations, so he'll just play into t h a t should he be found.
For now, the trailblazer will s i m p l y do his best to let his mind wander, try to focus on the m u s i c playing from across the room, and keep himself from spiraling any further downward. Face n u d g e s into the crook of his arm, effectively using it as a pillow while keeping his i n a t t e n t i v e gaze taking in the vast expanse of space.
#( drabble. )#( caelus ic. )#back on my identity crisis caelus agenda#this took me 2 hours to write lmao#and ive been chewing on it for 9 days#finally out of my system phew
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DO YOU THINK I CHOSE TO BE LIKE THIS ? do you have any idea how LONELY it is , how dangerous ? i would love to be upstairs watching tv or GOSSIPING ABOUT BOYS , or god , even studying ! but i have to SAVE the world , again .
independent buffy anne summers from buffy the vampire slayer as written by ALLY . headcanon based and crossover friendly .
#buffy rp#buffy the vampire slayer rp#opentvdrp#openbtvsrp#indie btvs rp#SELF P : IT’S A GREAT DAY TO BE TRASH .
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so you’re the guy with the case full of monsters .
independent private &. selective newt scamander of the wizarding world . 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 - 𝚓𝚔𝚛 . as written by ally , she / her .
#fantastic beasts rp#harry potter rp#indie hp rp#openhprp#newt scamander rp#SELF P : IT’S A GREAT DAY TO BE TRASH .#not me.. changing my promo like a heathen
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tag drop .
#OOC : SPINNIN’ LIKE A GIRL IN A BRAND NEW DRESS .#PROMPTS : CAUSE YOU KNOW I LOVE THE PLAYERS .#WISHLIST : WISHING ONLY WOUNDS THE HEART .#SAVED : BECAUSE IT’S AMAZING .#PROMOS : I HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE FIGHTING DRAGONS WITH YOU .#SELF P : IT’S A GREAT DAY TO BE TRASH .#EDITS : I MAKE MEDIOCRE THINGS IN PS .#tag drop.
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Freddy and Monty HCs
(Running under the assumption of Organic Freddy n Monty unless otherwise specified)
- As I’ve mentioned before - these two, while they definitely tease each other and play into the rivalry act to pull in more sales, are really, REALLY good friends
- While it’s not a canon thing in my AU I could absolutely see them being a couple in all honesty (n if Bonnie was still around I could see all three of them being a thing too, honestly - the dynamic between the three is Very Good)
- They jokingly bicker like an old married couple and it’s great
- Bonnie was the one to properly introduce Monty to Freddy, as Bonnie would often drag Monty along to visit Freddy and the others so they could all meet
- Which means Freddy got to see that very shy n awkward Golf Gator fairly often
- and definitely heard a lot about him, too - Bonnie talked about him a lot
- Bonnie cared about Monty a lot n since he was about the only one of the Glams that was able to get him out of his shell, Monty ended up attaching himself to him, too
- and by extension, ended up attaching himself to Freddy a bit, too
- Monty would NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS ADMIT THIS TO ANYONE, but he was genuinely scared of Freddy when he first met him. I mean, I know it’s Freddy, but he’s still a big ass bear - who wouldn’t be at least a little wigged out when first meeting him?
- Especially when Golf Gator Monty was quite a bit smaller than the Glams are - like a few feet shorter type smaller
- Poor Monty ends up teasing Freddy about something for the first time and turns into a stuttering mess because the look on Freddy’s face made him think he pissed him off, but the bear just laughed it off and told him he was fine
- Monty’s still a little scared of the guy, he won’t deny, but it’s for different reasons than before
- Honestly I think Freddy thought Monty didn’t like him at first either - he was really quiet n always looked a little uncomfortable around him, but Bonnie insisted that Monty did want to meet him n that he was just really shy
- Once they do kinda feel each other out, the three of them got really close really fast, n while it’s hard to see through Bonnie’s cool demeanor, he was absolutely over the moon that the two of them were getting along so well
- Bonnie, Freddy, and Monty hung out p much all the time, either just hanging out in Freddy or Bonnie’s green room, or wandering Gator Golf and talking about their day
- They’d end up playing a lot of each other’s games, too, or meander over to the Arcade and play some of the games there
- Sometimes Monty would have a rough day n he’d go over to Bonnie and Freddy’s to relax, n the moment both of them saw that sad face on Monty they were both fussing over him in a heartbeat
- Freddy always gave the best hugs - still does, even though Monty is bigger than he is now
- I’ve talked about this a bit before but Bonnie disappearing was just as devastating for Monty as it was for Freddy - they were all really close by the time Bonnie disappeared
- Both of them felt like they were at least partly responsible for it and that sort of self-blaming (as well as management deciding to take Bonnie out of the franchise + putting Monty in as his replacement) made them both spiral into a really bad place
- And the drastic physical and emotional change Monty went through during his Glamrockification definitely didn’t help his mental state, either, and it broke Freddy’s heart even more to see him so... different
- He still cared about him just as much as he had before - always will - it just hurt to see how much management had changed him to fit his new role. ESPECIALLY when he could see how much that change was hurting Monty, too
- He’s always been there whenever Monty feels down and it definitely wouldn’t change with Bonnie’s disappearance - and vice versa!!!!
- Freddy’s really the only one who Monty feels comfortable going to when he’s had a trash-his-room level of bad day. Freddy isn’t afraid to tell him how it is, but he’s also not nearly as condescending as you’d expect. Plus those bear hugs are kickass at cheering the gator up, too
- They’ve both seen at each other at their worst and still are there for each other at the end of the day but aren’t afraid of calling each other out if they’re in the wrong, either
- Monty gets really frustrated when Freddy puts other’s feelings in front of his own, especially when he knows Freddy isn’t doing well himself. He’s the one encouraging Freddy to take a day to himself, take a break, something, anything
- Freddy helps Monty make sure he’s getting things done, like making sure his room is clean or making it to rehearsal. He’s usually the one to go and find Monty out in the catwalks if Chica doesn’t get there first
- Freddy was also the one who helped Monty get used to his claw upgrades. Being a bear, Freddy’s got some p big claws of his own, so he understands how hard it can be doing precise work with them + he helps him on the days where his claws are making his hands ache n stuff too
- If it weren’t one of the human employees putting in a word to management to give Monty some utility claws for when he’s not performing, Freddy absolutely would. And he helps him get used to those any way he can, too - he sees how frustrated Monty gets when he’s not able to hold onto things properly or accidentally damaging stuff and just wants to help him out in any way he can so Monty can be happy
- they just. oogh. they give each other so much shit but they genuinely care about each other SO MUCH AND i WILL DIE FIGHTING ON THIS HILL
#monty gator#montgomery gator#freddy fazbear#glamrock freddy#monty fnaf#fnaf monty#freddy fnaf#fnaf freddy#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf sb#fnaf security breach
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take care of me
(r18+)
hawks | takami keigo x reader
ao3
word count: ~4.4k
beta’ed: @hawnks
keigo is perfectly happy to help you forget a stressful day
warnings: daddy kink (no age play), spanking, aftercare, praise kink, self indulgent smut, spit kink <333333, bdsm, masochist reader
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self indulgent..... caregiver dom keigo? we knew it was coming. enjoy loves <333
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You ached all over.
The mental exhaustion of the day was far more grating than the physical, but the dull throb of your tired muscles was impossible to ignore, even when you were only half-conscious on the couch.
You were put out.
You’d been burrowed under a pile of blankets since you’d stumbled into the penthouse after work, curling up without even bothering to take off your shoes.
Night had fallen, the apartment cold, silent and still. Normally, you might’ve whipped up some dinner or showered, maybe done something productive.
But not that night.
You’d held yourself together through the day. Each angry word and sneer you faced was handled with a smile, despite how you were cracking inside. You even managed to keep an even expression when your scalding morning coffee was splattered over your shirt, almost burning you.
Well, you weren’t sure if it hadn’t. You hadn’t checked, considering you were still wearing the stained garment. Maybe, the skin of your stomach was as inflamed and puckered as it felt.
Maybe that was just your mood.
...
You hardly stirred when the balcony door of the apartment slid open and then shut, Keigo’s ruffling and booted footsteps echoing across over the apartment.
Your eyes stay half-lidded and hazy when Keigo rounds the couch, eyes softening as he notices your cocoon of blankets.
“Hey, dove,” Dropping to his knees neck to the couch, he cups the side of your cheek in a gloved hand, “Feeling a bit tired?”
You nodded, lips still sealed.
There was nothing in you to give, just the slow simmering of exhaustion and sadness that you couldn’t escape.
Keigo’s gaze softened, gold and far-too pretty in the dim light of the living room, “Bad day?”
“Y-yeah.”
Your voice cracked when you spoke, the words going grainy as your chest tightened.
As you sniffled, burying your face into the blankets as unwelcome tears stung at the corners of your eyes.
Very bad day.
He shed his jacket and gloves, tossing them to the side without a care. Keigo coaxed you to rise, only enough for him to slip into the blankets, laying underneath you to pull your head to his chest.
“I’ve gotcha’, dove,” He hummed, pressing kiss after kiss into your hair. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
You didn’t respond, only bit your lip and buried your face into his chest.
Keigo had just arrived home after a long day, and the last thing you wanted was to be a chore to deal with consider how fucking trashed you felt. The idea of being a burden—
His voice shocked you from your thoughts.
“Do you want daddy to take care of it?”
His words and all of their insinuations washed over you.
You knew Keigo had no issues taking that role— fuck, he confided in you many, many times that he loved being able to take care of you in any and all ways.
Giving it a name, an identity, made him purr with pride.
You swallowed, the idea curling your head. Catharsis by Keigo’s hand sounded fucking fantastic in the most gut-rotting way.
You nodded.
Keigo smiled against your hair, his own insides twisting. He’d had his own day of annoyance and had been more than ready and willing to come home to you and blow off some steam, but if this was what you needed, he was more than willing to provide and have a fantastic time doing it.
Keigo hummed, smoothing his hands up your sides. “So what are you feeling?” He knew you wouldn’t be great at giving anything other than ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answers, but he could try and coax a bit more out of you.
Options.
“I could start off slow, just how you like,” His voice curled over your ear with a nip as he slid his thumbs beneath your waistband. “Let you rut on my thigh like the cute little dove you are. If you’re good, maybe you could suck daddy’s cock while I lick your pussy clean.”
You buried your face in his neck, a high whine echoing from the back of your throat.
Keigo felt his cock twitch, wings stirring from their crunched position.
“Or, I could knot your wrist tight, give them those nice, pretty burns, tie you to the bottom of the couch and fuck you into the floor.”
You buried yourself deeper, all of the ideas in your head were alluring, but not quite right.
A kinder option was also a good idea.
“Or, I could hold you nice and tight like this for a while. Maybe take a bath, use that new massage oil we ordered, rub you down until all of that tension is pulled out by my hands.”
The pads of Keigo’s fingers rolled into the knots in your shoulders, some of the stress dripping away with the preview of his words.
It took the softness to realize what you really needed:
“I want it to hurt.”
Oh, and fuck, you wanted it to so bad.
You wanted to be fucked up and used so bad you could barely move. Fucked stupid, so all of the nasty thoughts of the day would melt away.
Keigo practically rumbled beneath you, his wings flexing and puffing up against your back, just inches from your face.
He wanted it— no, needed it, just as bad as you.
He took a few deep breaths beneath you, his hand wandering to settle with a bruising grip at the fat above your waist.
“Gimme your taps,” Keigo nuzzled against your cheek.
“One tap is that I’m good, two taps is slow down, three taps is stop, four taps is that I’m having trouble talking.”
It was an easy system, one you and Keigo had adapted to suit your needs and the often merciless ways he’d lay you to ruin.
“Perfect, dove, god,” Keigo sang his words like sweet prayers. Slowly, he sat up, still holding you tight to his chest. “You go wash up quick in the bedroom, I’ll get myself all settled and ready. Wear whatever you’d like and shout if you need me, okay?”
You swallowed, gut turning.
“O-Okay, I love you.
“I love you too, so fucking much.”
...
You took a few minutes in the bathroom to ground yourself. You still felt like shit, but in the way that now craved something different and more carnal to get it to fall away and release.
You trusted Keigo with everything in you. He knew how to pick you apart just the way you needed.
You wandered back into the living room, padding in quietly in a pair of fluffy socks, an oversized tee that hung just below your ass, and a pair of shorts that showed the barest bits of your cheeks.
Keigo was in the kitchen, the hilt of the knife clicking against the metal of the rings he wore as he chopped up a few of your favorite fruits and placed them into a wooden bowl.
He’d changed as well, looking sharper and much more like the ‘daddy Keigo’ that you knew. His black pants were sharp and perfectly fitted, along with the black mock neck he wore. He accessorized with a few rings on each hand and a chain necklace laying over his collarbones.
Keigo’s eyes flickered up to you as you regarded him, a little grin beginning to grow.
“Seems I overdressed.” His wings flared behind him, unable to hide his excitement the same way his face was.
“I-I can change—”
“Absolutely not,” Keigo slid around the kitchen island, tsking quietly. “You’re perfect, just like this.”
You didn’t reply, not until Keigo stopped in front of your and grabbed your jaw, pulling your gaze to him.
“Sweetness,” His affections rolled over your skull in the exact way you needed. “Do you want me to take care of you?”
“P-Please.”
The word was desperate, shaking and shuddering as it slipped from lips.
Keigo’s smile grows wider, his plumage ruffling.
“Sweet girl, try again.”
Your lip wobbled as he stroked down at your pulse point.
“Please, d-daddy.”
What a role to have.
Keigo loved it, notably.
It had started early, that incessant itch to care for you in any way that he could was semi-insatiable until he started to indulge it to his heart's content. You thrived off it too, needing that personal attention that he was so willing to give. And hell, it wasn’t like you didn’t return it constantly with endless love and sweetness.
He just took care of you.
The details, all the small things he’d gathered about since you’d gotten together (and before then too) were things he cherished. Little things about you he wasn’t even sure you noticed, he collected them and accommodated them in any way he could.
There was the more mundane, like your favorite smells and tastes and touches. The knowledge of the best textures of clothes and blankets that he loved to gift you and your favorite spices and sweets were coveted.
There was the more intimate, too.
He had taken breaking you apart with pleasure as a divine rite, that first time he got you on the silken sheets of his bed. Learning every twitch and shudder and what it meant felt like his life’s goal as he buried his face in your cunt.
You liked it all, notably.
You thrived off the attention, though it took a while for you to accept that ‘yes, you do indeed deserve this, very much so.’
Once more, you returned it. Perhaps you weren’t quite as perceptive as Keigo was, you didn’t have the training (thank god), but you did constantly return love to him. Your own touch and kind words more comforting than anything he’d ever received in his fucking life.
He could only return the favor by taking care of you in any way that you needed.
And that night?
You needed to hurt.
And Keigo, truthfully, was in the mood to get a bit of tied up anger out in the sweetest way possible.
...
Keigo drifted to the couch, your hand in his with you in tow. You were so meek that day, eyes downcast.
He’d have to be careful, watch your body and expressions and not push you too far. He trusted you to call things off, but he still never hurt you beyond what you could handle.
Besides, Keigo had crafted a wonderful plan that he was fairly (very) certain you would enjoy.
Keigo sat down on the couch, thighs parted the slightest bit, a half-chub already pressing against his trouser.
“Lie down, dove,” He kept his voice so sweet as he tapped his thigh. “Let me help you.”
You scrunched your shirt in your hands, mind beginning to get pleasantly hazy with his words and you laid yourself over his lap. You adjusted with your arms cushioning your head, knees pressed against the cushion.
“Talk to me, sweetness— What’s going on?” Keigo spoke as he nudged your hips upwards, your back bowing and arching under his touch.
“Just a bad day,” You swallowed, burying your face into the cushions. “I don’t want to think about it.”
Your head was already swimming, you didn’t want to mentally relive how awful the day had been—
“Then let’s make it good, hm?” Keigo mused, cupping your ass through your shorts and squeezing. “Make you forget in your favorite way. I know how much you like this.”
You tried to speak, but your jaw snapped shut with a click and a cry as Keigo’s palm smacked over the fat of your ass.
“You just need a little bit of extra help today, hm?” Keigo smoothed his hand over where he had struck. The motion was tender in the same way his words were, washing over you enough to almost distract from the pain that was just beginning.
“Uh-huh,” You replied, weak and muffled into the fabric beneath you.
Another strike sent you pressing into the cushions, whining against upholstery as Keigo rubbed over your skin was against, his other hand going to stabilize your back, tracing his name and little hearts over your spine.
“‘Uh-huh’, who?”
“Daddy!” You screamed with the next strike. Your words melded with the echo of the sounds of your flesh.
Keigo was beaming at you, you could feel it. His wings were puffed up, rippling in time with heavy breathing.
“Good girl, god, dove, perfect,” He leaned down to press a kiss to the back of your head while smoothing a hand beneath your shorts. “You’re just so good. You deserve so much good, you know that?”
You nodded as Keigo shucked your shorts to the ground, pushing up your shirt to leave most of you bare to him.
It felt vulnerable, despite having been in this position before.
“I d-do,” You stuttered, words sticky. “I am good.”
It felt real, for a moment, brightened by the sharp pain that was growing constant from your cheeks.
“God, perfect,” Keigo waxed, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing. “Here’s what you’re gonna do sweetness— here’s how I’m gonna take care of you today.”
His hand slid between your clenched thighs, pushing them apart and barely teasing your slit, “You’re gonna hurt for me, so fucking good. I’m gonna give you... twenty-five, how does that sound?”
You nodded, an answer Keigo accepted.
“Good,” You could hear his grin. “You’re gonna take each one so well, I know you will, dove.”
The expectation hurt so bad you winced.
Keigo hushed you with a hand to the back of your neck, “It’s alright, I’ll be right here. Just want to break you a little bit, hm?”
You whined this time, shifting your thighs together as Keigo chuckled.
“Maybe a lot, but we’ll see. I don’t want you thinking after this.”
Holy fuck, neither did you. You’d be content to be close to braindead when Keigo was through with you.
Any reply you had was just a warbled moan into the cushion below as Keigo slapped his hand down once more.
“Count, sweetness.”
“O-one.”
Another smack, to the other cheek, flesh growing hot.
“T-two— “
And Keigo didn’t fucking relent.
Each smack was hard, the fat of your ass jiggling and burning against the flat of his palm. The knick of his rings against the soft flesh only added to burn and sting.
Perhaps, in other conditions, Keigo would have built up to the level of pain he was providing. Preamble a bit with some softer touches and sweet words as opposed to relentlessly spanking your ass so hard you swore you could already feel welts forming from the rings he wore.
“T-t— Ten!”
Your voice cracked in your throat, each impact bringing up sprinklings of tears that were rubbed into the couch.
All the harshness of his strikes was in harmony with the sinfully soft way he was touching you otherwise.
A gentle hand running through your hair, mindful of any knots or tangles. His fingertips stroked up and down your neck, nails teasing the thin skin just below your ear. Even the way he rubbed at your flesh between strikes was so fucking tender, despite how his touch made the hot skin boil even more.
Your first muffled sob was what got him going verbally.
“Oh, wow,” Keigo whistled to himself, a sharp-nailed finger running up your spine. “Are you crying already, sweetness? Does this hurt too bad?”
“N-no,” You forced the words out, even as they clung to the back of your tongue.
The confusing feelings and emotions thrumming through you made you want to just let go. The tears mixed with the loving fullness in your chest, all counterpointed by hot pain that was ripping through your nerves from the bruises and singed skin from your ongoing spanking.
Not to mention the slick coating your thighs—
“Seems not,” Keigo clicked his tongue, pausing to run a finger over your slit. “Still dripping for me, even when I’m touching you like this?”
He spanked you again, right over a pre-existing welt.
You sputtered in the cushions, almost sobbing but still trying to hold onto a semblance of your composure.
Keigo could see it in the rigidity of your shoulders. No matter how he pressed into the muscles in time with the strikes he dealt, you just wouldn’t loosen up.
You shook against the cushions below, exertion from holding your arched back clear.
Keigo hummed to himself.
You said you wanted it to hurt, right?
And God, if he wasn’t going to deliver.
In a flurry of motion, Keigo shifted, bringing you with him.
Your cheek remained against the leather of the couch, blood rushing to your head as your ass was thrown up and over the armrest.
Keigo stood up, wings unrestrained and extended. You couldn’t see the angry, red plumage, only the shadow it threw over you.
“Oh, dove,” Keigo waxed. “You just need a bit more, right?”
Another strike.
“F-f— Fifteen— “
“You’ve had such a rough day, haven’t you?”
His words stir something vile in your soupy brain, a whimper leaking through your parted lips.
(Maybe, you were more fucked out than you thought.)
He hushed you with a yank on your hair, forcing your back and neck to bow.
“My dove just needs to know how loved they are, hm?”
You nodded, his grip tightening but you could hardly care. Each spark of pain felt so fucking good, your lingering barriers broke down more and more with each one of Keigo’s touches.
Whether they were that syrupy comforting kind or burning, bruising kind, you couldn’t care or tell. The blend of it all was flooding through you so well, all you could do was blubber out numbers between bursts of tears and ‘more’s and ‘please’es.
“T-we— n— ty!” The syllables felt choppy, maybe, but you hardly cared.
“Good girl, fuck,” Keigo gritted out, palming the front of his trouser. He’d been graciously (read: cruelly) ignoring your dripping cunt as well as his own ache throughout your spanking session.
He’d make sure the two of you were satisfied by the time it was all over.
You did have five strikes left.
“Taps for me, love,” Keigo’s rubbed at your back, hips bumping into your broiled ass.
You gave the leather below a single hard tap.
All good.
“Perfect.”
And with very little reverie, a few of Keigo’s feathers shot from his wings, wrapping around your wrists and ankles, pinning you to the leather.
And with even less reverie, Keigo’s spread your asscheeks wide and spat onto your cunt.
“K-Keigo!”
His name ripped from your throat, mixing with a shriek as the cold spit went clammy against your burning flesh.
“Try again, sweetness.”
The next strike was hard, and Keigo’s hold didn’t shift from your cheeks.
He’d hardened two fucking feathers.
Larger ones, broader enough to strike down at the top of the curve of your ass with a swift flick.
They were so much harder than his hands.
So.
Much.
Harder.
Harsher.
Crueler.
“D-daddy!”
You corrected yourself instantly, clawing into the cushions. Your chest burned as your sobs turned to weepings, your cheeks singeing with each harsh breath.
“Tw— e— nty one!
You barely managed to get the words out before Keigo buried his face in your cunt.
And fuck, did he eat you like the prized meal you were. His words be damned, he had plenty of ways to break you down beyond his verbal praise.
He lapped at the tacky slick on your thighs, licking up to tease at your pussy with the tip of his tongue. The stubble along his chin roughed up your most precious bits, but you didn’t mind.
If anything, you wanted it to hurt more.
For that reason, his feathers could finish the job. They surely had a harder hit than his hands had.
Based on the way you were quaking against him, stammering and blabbering little pleads and adorations, they were doing their job.
Broken little thing, weren’t you?
But that was the point, of course.
“Four more, dove,” Keigo murmured against your folds. “Say thank you with each one, dove. Keep being good for me.”
The command was all you needed, hurriedly nodding into the tear-soaked fabric below.
The feathers struck down again, skin breaking.
“T— wen-ty two!”
Keigo chuckled against your cunt, pulling away only to tease slide his fingers over your clit, “Feeling good?”
“T-Thank you!”
Oh, you were fucking braindead.
Keigo was all too pleased, a few smaller feathers going to prop up your hips as they trembled.
“Good,” His words were muffled by your sex, but neither of you had the mind to care about words. It was all in the soup of sounds that kept you rutting back into his tongue. “Keep going.”
The next strike was so loud, it eclipsed the sound of your own shriek.
“TW— wenty three! Thank you!”
Keigo could feel you wheeze, but no taps came.
No reason not to continue.
His own pants felt tight as he rolled his hips into the side of the couch, eyes rolling back into his head as your cunt gushed around him.
Your entire body was thrumming, pulsing from the inside out with what had to be pain, but you could hardly tell. You were spinning somewhere harsh and fast and you didn’t dare try to rationalize it.
All you could ground yourself on was the slap of Keigo’s feathers and the feel of him eating you in earnest.
It was enough, barely.
The next slap just added to your feelings.
“TWE— EN— ty f-four! T-thank you!”
Keigo pulled away, wiping your arousal from around his lips and scooting around the couch to get a better look at your face.
As absolutely hot as he was, and how desperately he wanted to eat you up until he burst, he also knew he was pushing you fairly hard.
“Sweetness, ready to take your last one?”
Keigo ran his fingers through your hair as your eyes focused on him in their half-lidded position.
“I-I can’t do it, daddy.”
He paused.
You’d have given taps if you wanted to stop, truly. He trusted you on that.
“Yes, you can,” Keigo cooed, thumbing a bit of drool over your cheek. “I know you can.”
“I-I can’t,” You sobbed out, burying your face into the couch. Despite your words, you stayed tense and rigid.
All you needed was a little push.
Keigo took to leaving gentle touches across your back, rubbing out your tension wherever he found it knotted. Your weeping didn’t fully subside, but it certainly quieted as you took gulps of breath was some gentle coaching.
“Can you take one more for me? For your daddy?” Keigo glowed with pride as he spoke, seeing the way your eyes lit up and your head bobbed against the cushions.
“Uh-huh,” You leaned into his touch where you could. “One m-more, f-for you.”
You gave a single tap into the cushions.
Keigo couldn’t help but be proud of you as you readjusted, arch going harsher and deeper.
He’d finished your spanking off with his hand, you earned it after taking so much so well.
The large feathers returned to him, while a single small one drifted between your sticky thighs to part your folds.
Slowly, the plume circled around your clit, lapping at the nub as his tongue would, your juices soaking it all the same.
Even as Keigo laid the most gentle touch on your ass, the throb and burn of it made your whimper and whine.
One more.
Just one more strike and all of that mundane stress and anger would be broken off from you and dissolved in a puddle of your own tears.
“When I give you your last one, you’re going to cum all over that feather for me, dove, understand?”
You nodded, hurriedly, barely grinding against the stimulation.
Keigo wound up, wings extended and full, before putting all of his weight into his swing.
His palm hit your rear with such a crack that it broke both of you.
You screamed, shrieked, as your thighs clenched and gave out beneath you. Any cries you’d be managing to hold back ripped from your throat with the last smack as your cunt clenched and pleasure exploded in your gut.
Barely, you managed to speak through your tears.
“Twenty-f-five.. .. thank you....”
Keigo had to take a moment himself, breathing hard and particularly weak-kneed.
The sweet cry that had torn from your mouth was all he needed to be pushed over the edge, his cock twitching and spurting while hardly even being touched.
He was impressed, with both himself and you.
“God, dove, you did so well for me,” Keigo wiped the salt from his brow, ignoring his creamed pants to slip onto the couch and pull you into his arms.
You were half-lucid, sticky with sweat and arousal but you couldn’t find yourself to care. All you could fixate on was the feel of Keigo’s heat and the ruffle of his feathers as you settled into his lap.
Keigo pressed kisses against your temples and cheeks, positioning your thighs around his own and allowing you to sag into his chest.
You clung to him with everything you had as you spun down from your high.
He whispered little affections to you, small praises and love for doing so ‘well for him’ and ‘how good you took it, took it all’.
A few of his feathers came and went carrying a bowl of fruit, chilled and cut up into bite-sized pieces.
From your haze, Keigo pressed a piece of sweetness to your lips.
“Eat, love, take it,” He purred as you opened your mouth just enough for the fruit to slip in. You chewed slowly, focusing on the flavor and texture before swallowing.
The spare drool that slipped from the corner of your mouth was quickly scooped up by Keigo’s thumb, gathered and popped into his own mouth.
His feathers rippled.
“I feel a lot better,” You slurred into the crook of his neck. “Thank you.”
Keigo chuckled, something high and light that made your guts turn anew. His hand brushed over the meat of your ass, bruised and covered in welts, “You’re welcome, but...”
His touch hurt, but in the best way.
A pleasant reminder.
“How does this feel?”
“Painful, but good,” You hummed, opening your mouth for another piece of fruit. The tartness of the bite brought you closer to lucidity. “You’re too good to me, you know.”
“Flattery, when you’re this fucked out? I’m impressed,” Keigo pulled you closer by the small of your back. “Rest for a little bit, then I’ll clean us up, sound good?”
“Very,” You circled your arms around him, locking your hands just below his wings. “But... ‘us’?”
“I might’ve nutted. Maybe.”
You snorted, but you were quickly quieted by another piece of sweetness and plenty of distracting affection.
Desperately needed, by both you.
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About moderating and banning content on AO3!
Okay so! I haven’t had the spoons to do this for a while but I cracked and ranted about it on twitter which is... not... conducive to long rants, so!
This is a h u g e discussion part of the l o n g history that led to the creation of AO3, which older, more informed, and more articulate people have talked about at length and can be found around if you look (I reblog some of it in my AO3 and fandom history tags for the curious). So I won’t go into that here, nor into the practical reasons why it’s not even possible to put that system in place anyway.
Arbitrarily, or the purpose of this post, because it’s the biggest topic I’ve seen brought up lately, I’ll be talking about fic depicting underage characters in se*ual situations, but honestly I could hold the exact same conversation on literally any controversial content.
This is about why you, specifically, if you are a content creator and especially if you are marginalised and especially if you are queer and especially especially if you are sensitive to fiction depicting certain things... do not, actually, want a banning system on AO3.
What? Of course we do. There’s a lot of p*do shit on AO3 and p*do shit is gross. No one should condone that, wtf? It would be easy to do — just periodically delete the entire Underage tag!
What will happen if that is done is that people will re-upload and continue to write it, they’ll just stop tagging and you will run into it with zero warning nor ability to filter it out. Again, this is not a theoretical — we know this is what happens. When I was a teen, adult content (all adult content) was not allowed on FF.NET; it was everywhere regardless, and without tags. The exact same thing happened on tumblr when adult content was banned as well. It’s not a matter of “staff not handling it well” — it just doesn’t work.
To keep safe the people who need to be able to exclude that tag, that tag needs to exist and be used.
Well, shucks. A reporting system then?
A reporting system would operate in one of two ways:
-an algorithm, which would delete a lot of stuff we wouldn’t want it to delete.
-humans, which is... the bigger problem.
An algorithm sounds great. We do want it to delete everything.
Okay. What about the daddy k*nk fics between consenting adult characters? What about the fics featuring characters that are children in the canon but are adults in the fic? What about the fics about teenagers exploring their se*uality together, written by adults about the experiences they remember having or wish they could have had? What about the thousands of SasuNaru and Drarry and other shounen and YA fics that will get written, by teens or by people who remember being teens? What about the se*ually explicit fic written by teens who are se*ually active in real life? What about the fics about CSA as trauma, about healing from it? What about the fics written by survivors of CSA to cope about their trauma? What about the fics that clearly show that it’s evil and traumatic? What about the super dark, harrowing, but beautiful and artistic that I’m glad I read even though it fucked me up for days? What about the ones that were really shitty but also horribly hot?
Well, some of these are still not okay, but maybe some might be. It depends on how it’s written. We’ll have humans moderating content and deciding, then.
Okay.
The thing is, I don’t know which of the things I just listed were okay for you to be depicted in fiction and which were too much. Odds are I don’t agree with you. Odds are if I asked 10 people randomly picked off the street, not everyone would agree.
Odds are, even if AO3 arbitrarily decided on which of those are allowed and which are not, you would not agree with their choice, and you would still be unhappy with the decision. (Or you would be happy, but your friends wouldn’t.)
Odds are, different AO3 content moderators might not agree on whether a given fic qualifies or not — is it artistic enough? Does it show enough that these actions are evil and wrong? Can the author prove they’re a teenager? Can the author prove they are a CSA victim? Can the author prove that this is to help them cope with their trauma? The author seem to be functioning alright, they mustn’t really be traumatised!
You know what I mean! There’s absolute, objectively gross shit out there that is not artistic and should not be published.
I agree that there’s vile stuff out there that makes me sick and that I think is very clearly just ped*philic trash. But there is no way to, 1) stop those from getting published anyway, 2) take those down and preserve the safety of everything else.
If we start forbidding some things, there’s two ways to go about it.
One single, clear, arbitrary rule — for instance, absolutely no adult content featuring characters under 18 (leaving aside the fact that this would not even work for the reason cited above). So we lose all the stuff from teenagers, all the coming of age stories about adolescence, all the stuff from CSA survivors; people who need to write it can’t publish it anymore, and people who need to read it can’t anymore either (and as a cool bonus, they’re told it’s wrong and made to feel bad about it). Depending on whether the rules applies to characters that are under 18 in the canon, we lose entire fandoms.
Or, subjective moderation by humans, according to what they estimate to be gross.
Let’s assume all moderators can agree on what’s gross or not.
If there is a system in place to ban some underage works because “gross shit”, then that means other gross stuff can be taken down on account of being gross and harmful.
Yeah! Gross stuff should be taken down! Come on, surely everyone agrees on what’s gross and harmful.
Ah.
But the problem is.
Here is a list of things I have seen — with my eyes seen — called harmful to be depicted in fiction:
Murder
Non-con
Inc*st
Cannibalism
Torture
Self-harm
Mental illness
Drugs
Racism
K*nk
Non-negotiated k*nk, but healthy k*nk is ok
Spanking k*nk
BDSM where the woman is a bottom, but woman top is ok
Healthy depictions of BDSM
Unhealthy depictions of BDSM
Queer people doing bad things
Abusive relationships
Rival/Enemies to lovers
Redemption stories
A happy relationship between a 17 yo and an 18 yo
A happy relationship between a 20 yo and a 60 yo
A happy relationship between a boss and their employee, or a college teacher and a student
A happy relationship between a 14 yo boy and an older teenage boy, because that’s reminiscent of older men preying on younger gay boys IRL
Se*ual content featuring a character whose age is unclear in canon and some people headcanon them as being underage, some as being a young adult
Loving, consensual fluff between characters that are evil villains, because it romanticises them and their actions
Dark content shipping female characters
Fluffy content shipping female characters, because it’s misogynistic to act like lesbians are only soft all the time
Consensual s*x featuring a canonically asexual character, because it implies that all aces can and should still have se*
Fics about the same canonically asexual character hating s*x, because that erases the experience of s*x-positive aces
Shipping a character who is perceived by some fans as queer-coded with a character of a different s*x
The tendency to ship a black character with white characters
Fluffy drunk s*x, because that’s not actually consensual
Sleep s*x, because that’s not actually consensual
Trans characters not experiencing dysphoria, because that idealises the trans experience
Consensual s*x between adults that are not married
LGBT+ content, because kids shouldn’t see that.
I guarantee you: you, I, and 10 random people plucked from the street will not agree on what, in that list, is and isn’t okay to publish and consume fiction of.
So why should your taste be the one followed? Why should it be the taste of mods you don’t know? Why should anyone get to dictate? What if the mods think your OTP is gross and your NOTP is fine?
This is the slippery slope argument.
Yes, it is the slippery slope argument. Because we know it happens. Because we’ve been there, because I’ve seen it happen myself twice already and I’m not even thirty. Because we know people do complain loudly about all of these things.
And because the second there is a banning system in place, assholes will use the system to abuse it and get stuff they just don’t like taken down using the “it is gross” argument, and one day you’ll wake up and the beautiful fic that helped you come to terms with your abuse/trauma/identity/orientation/k*nk for feet will be taken down and wonderful vulnerable creative people will have been harassed out of fandom because they argued with 1 person who didn’t like their foot k*nk fic that happened to also feature, for instance, a CSA trauma backstory.
Again: not exaggerating. Not theoretical. It happens, we know it happens, AO3 was created literally because it happens.
I still fucking hate that stuff.
That is completely fine and normal. No one likes everything. Me too! Most of the dark stuff is niche and the creators know only few people will like it the same way they do.
(For the record, I get grossed out and triggered by fics about an asexual character who does not like s*x having s*x with their partner to make them happy. Deep in my gut everything screams that that’s fucked up, terrifying and harmful, how can people write that. But I recognise that there are people who love and need that, and I leave those people and their content alone.
OTOH, I read a lot of otherwise dark shit and I enjoy it in the same way I enjoyed, say, Hannibal, in the same way some people enjoy true crime documentaries, horror movies or r*pe fantasy k*nk. It helps me explore stuff that I like to see in fiction, in a safe, controlled way. I’m also asexual, 90% s*x-repulsed IRL, and, obviously, I would never abuse a child. For that matter, I wouldn’t kill and eat people, either, nor would I do 90% of the tamer k*nky stuff I read.
Of course, Hannibal was fucked up and lots of people probably think Hannibal was gross and should not have been aired — but as exemplified by the fact that it was created, aired and watched, lots of people thought it was fine, interesting and even fun to watch.)
You can and should curate your experience and protect yourself. The AO3 website now allows you to exclude certain tags, and people have developed tools to help with that such as plugins that save your filters or hide fics that contain certain words.
But no, it isn’t going to, and it shouldn’t, get banned.
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Do you think Jason Todd fandom is kinda toxic? Because it seems like NO MATTER what DC do, there'll always be complains. Forget the bad adaptation like Titans. Even Judd Winick cannot escape the criticism with how he potrayed Robin!Jason. They just never satisfied.
SORRY, IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO RESPOND TO THIS. I just moved from Washington D.C. to Seattle, which, for my non-American friends, that's 4442km away. And I DROVE THERE ALL BY MYSELF. And now I'm trying to find new work in a new city and trying to stay mentally healthy and positive. Life is exciting but hard and scary.
*sighs*
As someone who was a fandom elder with V*ltr*n. I've seen some of the worst when it comes to fandom behavior. I'm talking people baking food with shaving razors and trying to give them to the showrunners. I'm talking leaking major plot details and refusing to take it down unless they make their ship canon (I am looking at you, Kl*nce stans) For the most part, DC Comics has had a decades-long reputation of treating their fans like trash and not caring what they think so from what I've seen, we all just grumble and complain in our corners of the internet about how we don't like how X comic portrays Jason Todd.
The challenge with Jason Todd is that he's your clinical anti-hero, the batfamily's Draco in Leather Pants, he's a jerkass woobie, and on top of all of that, he's a Tumblr sexyman. It's a perfect storm for a very fun but frustrating character to be a fan of. It doesn't help that every writer decides to re-invent the wheel every time Jason comes up so his canon lore is confusing at best and inconsistent as a standard.
I guess starting with a general brief on who Jason is and what is uniform about him with every instance he's appeared in comics/media.
Grew up in a poor family in Gotham with a dad who was a petty-mid-level criminal, and a mother who dies of a drug overdose.
Survives on the street on his own by committing petty crimes and potentially even engaging in sexual acts to keep himself alive.
Is cornered by Batman and taken in after Dick Grayson quits/is fired
Becomes the second Robin, but is known for being the harsher, more brutal Robin.
Is killed by Joker after being tortured, but somehow comes back to life and regains senses through the Lazarus Pit
Resolves himself to be better than Batman by basically being Batman but kills people.
Where there has been a lot of conflict in the fandom is the fact that Jason Todd is not a character that is written consistently. DC Comics loves to go with the narrative that Jason was "bad from the start" and was the "bad robin" when, yes, he has trouble controlling his anger, but he also still is just as invested in seeing the best of Gotham City and trying to be a positive change for the world as any other DC Comics hero.
Where I get frustrated with the fandom is its ability to knit-pick every detail of a comic they don't like while completely disregarding everything that makes the comics great and worth it to read. My example being Urban Legends. To which most people had pretty mixed reactions to. I was critical of the comic at first but as it went along I ended up really liking it. I have a feeling DC Comics went to Chip Zdarsky and told him he had 6 issues to bring Jason back into the Bat Family, and honestly he didn't do a bad job. Did it feel rushed? Absolutely. I wish there was more development of Jason and Bruce's characters and their dynamic as a whole. However, where I see a lot of people being angry and upset with Urban Legends is that they feel Zdarsky needlessly wrote Jason as an incompetent fool who needs Bruce to save him.
Whether or not that was the intention of Zdarsky is up to debate. However, and this may be controversial, but I don't think he wrote Jason Todd out of character at all. For as fearsome, intimidating, and awesome as Red Hood is. Jason is a character who is absolutely driven by his emotions. Why do you think he donned the role of Red Hood? As a response to his anger towards The Joker for killing him, and towards Bruce for not taking action against The Joker and for seemingly replacing him so quickly after he died. Jason didn't care about being the murderous Robin Hood or for being the bloody hammer of justice against N*zi's and P*d*ph*les. He only cared originally about making The Joker and Bruce pay. It wasn't until he trained under the best assassins in the world and realized most of them were horrific criminals who trafficked children and were p*dos that Talia began to realize that the teachers that she sent Jason to train under started dying horrific and painful deaths.
The entire story of the Cheer story in Batman Urban Legends was started because it finally forced some consequences upon Jason. Tyler, aka Blue Hood's father was a drug dealer who gave his supply to his wife and kids. And when Tyler's father admitted he gave the drugs to Tyler, it immediately made him fall within the self-imposed philosophical kill-list of Jason Todd. And Jason, well, he proceeds to kill Tyler's father. When this happens, Jason is in shock. Tyler's dad fit the bill to easily and justifiably be killed by Jason. We've never seen Jason having to deal with the consequences of being a murderous vigilante on a micro-level. When Jason realizes what he's done in that he's murdered Tyler's dad, he's shocked. He tells Babs the truth. He does a rational thing because he's in shock. He doesn't know what to do, he never has had to face the consequences of his actions as Red Hood and now the gravity of befriending a child as a vigilante hero who kills people just set in when he killed the father of the same child he was just introduced to.
(Oh here's a little aside because it had to be said, Jason would not have been a good father or a good mentor to Tyler and absolutely should not have been his new Robin. Jason is a man who is in his early 20's (not saying men in their early 20's can't be good fathers at all) who is a brutal serial killer using the guise of a vigilante anti-hero to let him escape most of the law. the complications of having the man who murdered your father adopt you and make you his sidekick are way too numerous for me to explain in a long-winded already heavy Tumblr essay post. There's a reason why we don't advocate for a story where Joe Chill adopted Bruce Wayne or one where Tony Zucco took in Dick Grayson.)
The next biggest argument is that they feel that Jason is giving up his guns as a means to just be invited back into the Bat-Family. To which I will tell anyone who has that argument to go actually read Urban Legends. Already have and still have that argument? Please re-read it. Don't want to? That's okay, I will paste the images from the comic where Jason specifically says that he doesn't want to give up his weapons for Bruce and his real reasoning down below since the comic isn't exactly readily accessible.
Jason gave up the guns because he felt the gravity of what he had done and knows how it'll effect Tyler. Thankfully his mom is alive and in recovery. But Tyler doesn't have a father anymore. And Jason killed Tyler's father. It may have been in accordance to Jason's philosophy, but it was a case where it blurred the lines. Jason Todd isn't a black and white character, just very dark gray. He doesn't kill aimlessly like the Joker. If you are on Jason's list you probably have done something pretty horrific, and also just in general, being in his way or being a threat to him. Mind you, in early days of Red Hood and the Outlaws (Image below) Jason almost killed 10 innocent civilians in a town in Colorado all because they saw him kill a monster. That being said, Jason isn't aimless in his kills.
(Also can we just take a moment to appreciate Kenneth Rocafort's art? DC Comics said we need to rehabilitate Jason Todd's image and Kenneth Rocafort said hold my beer: It's so SO GOOD)
That being said, the key emphasis in the story of Cheer asides from trying to introduce Jason Todd back into the Bat Family and give an actual purpose for him being there, other than him just kind of being there ala Bowser every time he shows up for Go Kart racing, Tennis, Golf, Soccer, and the Olympic games when Mario invites him, is that Jason and Bruce ultimately both want the same thing. Jason wants to be welcomed back into the family and to be loved and appreciated. Bruce want's Jason back as his son and wants to love and protect Jason. Both of these visions are shown in the last chapter of Cheer while under the effect of the Cheer Gas. It's ultimately this love and appreciation they both have for each other that helps them overcome their challenge and win.
Jason Todd is a character who, just like Bruce, has been through so much pain and so much hate in his life. The two are meant to parallel each other. While Bruce chose to see the best in everyone, giving every rogue in his gallery the option to be helped and give them a second chance, hence why he never kills, Jason has a similar view on wanting to protect the public, but he understands that some crimes are so heinous they cannot be forgiven, or that some habitual criminals are due to stay habitual criminals, and need to be put down. But at the end of the day, the two of them both try to protect people in their own ways.
I am aware that through the writings of various DC Comics authors such as Scott Lobdell and Judd Winick, the two have had a very tumultuous relationship. And rightfully so, I am by no means saying that Scott Lobdell writing an arc where Bruce literally beats Jason to within an inch of his life in Red Hood and the Outlaws, nor Judd Winick's interpretation of Under the Red Hood where Bruce throws the Batarang at Jason's neck, slicing his throat and leaving him ambiguously for dead at the end of the comic is appropriate considering DC Comics seems to be trying everything they can to integrate Jason back into the family. That being said, a lot of these writings have shaped the narrative of Jason and Bruce's relationship and have an integral effect on the way the fandom views the two. It doesn't help that Zdarsky acknowledged Lobdell's life-beating of Jason by Bruce at the very end of Cheer by having Bruce give Jason his old outfit back as a means of mending the fence between the two of them. That does complicate a lot of things in terms of how they are viewed by the fandom and helps to cause an even greater divide between the two.
Regardless, I want to emphasize the fact that Jason Todd is a part of the family of his own accord. Yes, he's quite snarky and deadpan in almost every encounter. However, Jason is absolutely a part of the family and has been for a while of his own will. There's a great moment in Detective Comics that emphasizes this. Jason cares about his family because it is his found family. Yes, they may be warry about him and use him as a punching back and/or heckle him. At the end of the day, we're debating the family dynamics of a fictional playboy billionaire vigilante whose kleptomania took the form of adopting troubled children and turning them into vigilante heroes. Jason Todd wants a family that will love and support him. This is a key definition of his character at its most basic. This was proven during the events of Cheer and is being reenforced by DC Comics every time they get the opportunity to do so.
Now, none of this is to say that I hate Judd Winick. I do not, I don't like the fact that in all of his writings of Jason, he just writes him as a dangerous psychopath, and Winick himself admits to seeing Jason as nothing much more than a psychopath. Yet Winick is the one who the majority of the fandom clings to as the one true good writer of Jason Todd because 'Jason was competent, dangerous, smart' Listen, friends, Jason is all of that and I will never deny it. However, what I love about Jason isn't that he's dangerously smart of that writers either write him as angsty angry Tumblr sexyman bait or that they write him as an infantile man child with a gun. There's a large contention of this fandom that has an obsession with Jason Todd being this vigilante gunman who is hot and sexy and while I definitely get the appeal. It is very creepy and downright disturbing that all of you hyperfixate on his use of guns and ability to be a murderer. It is creepy and I'm not necessarily here for it.
What I love about Jason Todd is that despite all of the pain, all of the heartache, all of the betrayal, and bullying, and death, and anguish. Jason Todd is one of the most loving and supportive characters in all of DC Comics. Jason has been through so much in his life, but he still chooses to love. He still chooses to see the bright side in people. Yes, he takes a utilitarian approach and chooses to kill certain villains, but at the end of the day he wants to see a better world, and he wants to be loved. It takes so much courage and so much heart to learn to love again after one has been abused or traumatized. I would not blame Jason at all if he said fuck it and just went full solo and vigilante evil. He has every right to, but he still chooses to be with the Bat Family of his own accord. That's something that I see a lot of in myself. I have been through a lot of trauma and yet I try to be a better person myself in any way that I can. It is extremely admirable of Jason to allow love back into his heart when he really doesn't need to. He kills and he protects because he has this love of society. It may have been shaped by anger and hatred, but Jason has found his place amongst people who love him and value him. I think Ducra, from Red Hood and the Outlaws put it best in the image given below.
To end this tangent, I love Jason Todd and all of his sexy dangerousness, but it's far more than that. As much as Jason may be dangerous and snarky, he loves his family without a shadow of a doubt. I look up to Jason Todd because despite all of his pain and all of his trauma, he still choses to love. Jason Todd is a character who is someone I love because despite all of his flaws and having a very toxic fandom, he still serves as a character filled with so much heart and so much passion. I wish more writers would understand that. But for now I will live with what I have. Even though the fandom may be vocal about it's hatred for his characterization, I choose to love Jason regardless because he is a character who chooses love and acceptance regardless of his pain. Jason Todd is by no means a good person in any sense of the word. He has easily killed upwards of 100 people by now. He is a character who is flawed and complex but ultimately is one who powers forwards and finds love and heart in a place from so much pain and anguish. That is what I love about Jason Todd. After all, to quote a famous undead robot superhero, "What is grief, if not love persevering?" Jason Todd chooses to love despite all of the trauma and pain and grief. Yes, he is hardened in his exterior, but inside there is a man with a lot of love to give and someone who deserves the world in my eyes.
#Long post GOD#Jason Todd#Red Hood#Bat Family#Batman#red hood and the outlaws#RHATO#RH:O#Batman Urban Legends#Red Hood Lost Days#TW Voltron#TW Death#tw murder#TW Klance#Gotta love how i am pouring my heart out onto jason AND calling out the Voltron fandom#Regardless love Jason Todd people
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ONE PIECE [Headcanons for Everyday Life - Monster Trio]
Synopsis: How Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji spend their daily life. (Source)
Word Count: 1,866
MONKEY D. LUFFY
Daily Routine
Does the future Pirate King have a specific routine he follows consistently? Hell no. He's as impulsive and scatter-brained as they come.
His lack of a routine causes more stress to his crew than himself. Luffy can't follow a plan to save his life, much to the dismay of his crew but, having known him for so long, they've adapted well to his shenanigans.
He's the one reassuring the more nervous members of his crew, specifically Nami, Usopp, and Chopper, that everything will be fine.
Whatever interests him at that moment, he'll do. If Usopp invites him to go fishing, he'll compete for who can catch the biggest haul. If he's hungry, despite having eaten a substantial breakfast 30 minutes ago, he'll call for Sanji to cook some meat. If Franky instructs him to assist him with a new invention, he'll happily comply.
Waking Up
Luffy doesn't have a set schedule for when he sleeps - he just does.
He doesn't require as much sleep in the first place - averaging about five hours every day - unless, of course, he's recovering from injuries. In which case, he'll sleep for however long it takes for his body to recover, be it 12 hours or three days.
Be prepared for him to straight-up pass out regardless of the time or place.
He'll make sure he's surrounded by someone he trusts that can protect him, so he doesn't inconvenience them as much, but when he can't prevent himself from getting some shuteye, he'll do it irrespective of consequences.
He wakes up of his own accord, without the prompting of his crew or alarms.
When he wakes up, that's it. He's off to his next adventure. He doesn't need time to get dressed; he proceeds to start the day, wearing the same signature red vest and blue shorts he wore the day before.
First Thing
It doesn't take much for Luffy to get ready when he wakes.
Meat's the first thing he thinks about, stomach growling in anticipation as he rushes off to the kitchen.
The smell of Sanji's delicious cooking is enough to make him alert. He doesn't need any further motivation to start the day.
Eating Habits
Luffy has the most voracious appetite of the crew. In the wise words of Nami, his hunger is absolutely limitless.
On multiple occasions, his appetite had gotten the crew into trouble when he ate every single piece of food that was supposed to last them the journey to their next destination.
If he physically could, he'd eat every second of the day.
He needs meat. That's it. Though, he'll eat pretty much anything.
He's not a picky eater and doesn't have any food allergies.
Hygiene Habits
Luffy puts off showering as much as possible, only doing so once or twice a week.
He prefers lukewarm showers and won't even entertain the idea of a bath.
Showers are quick, about five minutes tops. He's not willing to spend any longer bathing. It's just something he does when Nami and Sanji start complaining about his smell.
He shaves when he showers since he doesn't grow much facial hair. He combines both activities simultaneously.
When shaving, he'll grab whoever's razor is available in the men's shared baths - most likely Zoro's or Usopp's.
He'll grab the closest shampoo or bar/liquid soap, too, applying both to his hair and body. Some days, he'll wash his hair with body soap. Some days, he'll wash his body with shampoo. He doesn't care.
He loves to dry himself with soft and fluffy bath towels since they remind him of Chopper's fur.
He brushes his teeth whenever it occurs to him, thanks to Chopper for reminding him every so often.
And that's the extent of grooming he'll do.
Flossing's pretty much out of the question.
Skincare is non-existent. He washes his face when he showers, which is rare enough as is, using the same soap he uses for his body on his face.
RORONOA ZORO
Daily Routine
The only thing consistent in Zoro's routine is his morning workout. Everything else is fluid.
His training, however, does change depending on what he feels he needs improvement on.
If, for some reason, his morning workout gets interrupted, he gets annoyed though he doesn't hold it against anyone.
He takes great pride in his goal of becoming the world's greatest swordsman, so when circumstances arise where he misses training, he can't help but feel mildly peeved at that moment.
He recovers quickly. After all, he finds strong emotions to distract him from his training. He'd rather resolve the issue himself by working out as soon as in his free time.
Waking Up
Zoro's sleep schedule is not too dissimilar from a cat's. He naps throughout the day, never longer than three hours at a time.
He doesn't use alarms. He'll wake up whenever he wants to.
He has selective hearing when he sleeps, able to discern true danger from the careless bickering of his crewmates.
When he feels unease, he's immediately awake, hands grasping the hilts of his swords, ready to strike at a moment's notice.
If he's recovering from injuries, he'll sleep five hours at max before he regains consciousness. If the injuries are severe enough, he won't move as much, but he'll remain coherent for a while.
First Thing
When Zoro wakes, usually after resting in the crow's nest or on the ship's deck, he starts the day off with a morning workout.
He has incredible self-discipline, refusing to eat breakfast until he completes his workout. Because of his work ethic, he's usually the last person to join the crew for a meal.
He puts off grooming himself until he needs to.
Eating Habits
Zoro prefers drinking alcohol to consuming food.
He understands the need for proper nutrition, however, so he eats whatever the curly brow bastard makes.
Somehow, in their time together, Sanji discovers that Zoro prefers eating rice meals with Sea King meat. Zoro doesn't ever comment on this and just quietly eats.
He eats three standard meals daily - breakfast, lunch, and dinner - with the company of his crew. In between the day, he drinks copious amounts of alcohol.
He hates sweets, so don't even think of giving them to him. It's going to be fed to Chopper or dumped into the trash.
He doesn't ever have food cravings outside of strong alcohol.
His guilty pleasure food is sour gummy candies. Chopper fed it to him once, and Zoro couldn't find it in him to say no, so he took a bite and found it surprisingly enjoyable. He only eats it when Chopper sneakily hands it to him.
Hygiene Habits
Like Luffy, he puts off properly showering as much as possible, doing so only once a week.
This may seem disgusting, especially considering Zoro's inclination to sweat profusely during his intense workout sessions. He does, however, soak in saltwater when he does swimming laps in the sea.
Zoro likes to be clean-shaven. He owns his own razor, and he shaves his facial hair in the bathroom sink every other day. When he has a proper shower, he shaves in the shower instead.
He uses standard liquid body soap and two-in-one shampoo and conditioner, something that Sanji bought the boys to share.
If the soap and shampoo/conditioner runs out, he doesn't say anything. He'll make-do with water.
Usopp has to ask Sanji to buy them new hygiene products when they reach the next island.
You'll never catch him having a bath unless the entire crew goes to an onsen.
He'll slap on some deodorant after a workout as an alternative to showering. It only takes him a few seconds, preferable to spending a few minutes underwater.
Surprisingly, he consistently brushes his teeth and uses mouthwash due to Chopper's insistence. He doesn't want to disappoint, so he does so without complaint.
SANJI
Daily Routine
Without fail, Sanji prepares for bed at 11:30 at night and wakes up when his alarm rings at 5.
His morning routine consists of spending 20 minutes every morning brushing his teeth, washing his face, shaving his facial hair, moisturizing, dressing up, and applying cologne.
His nightly routine is similar with the inclusion of flossing and rinsing with mouthwash. He also prepares his clothing for the next day.
Sanji cares deeply about his appearance, and it shows with the way he grooms himself.
As the chef, he has to abide by a strict schedule since his crew relies on him to prepare everyone's meals.
Waking Up
Sanji's alarm rings at precisely 5 in the morning, and he quickly gets off the bed.
He never snoozes his alarm. It rings no more than three times before he turns it off. He's a morning person.
He has plenty of time to get dressed, having pre-selected his suit the night before.
First Thing
Sanji loves to brew himself a coffee, only with creamer and no sugar, as the first drink to start his day.
While his coffee brews, he prepares a light meal for himself before the rest of the crew wakes.
At 5:30 AM, he's in the kitchen, hard at work preparing everyone else's breakfast.
He is meticulous about his schedule, so if it gets thrown off for whatever reason, he'll feel frazzled.
Eating Habits
When Sanji prepares food for the crew, he quickly eats his own portion immediately after cooking.
He's tried eating after everyone finishes, but it never works out due to Luffy's monstrous appetite. He's had his food stolen by Luffy. Every. Single. Time.
He doesn't eat full meals per se since he taste-tests his food along the way, but he does prepare a decent portion afterward, so he doesn't get hungry.
He rarely eats together with the crew, making sure to cater to everyone's needs during mealtime.
He never wastes food. Ever. He quickly learns everyone's appetite and makes enough food, so there are no leftovers.
With him in the crew, everyone will always taste fresh food.
Having experienced starvation, he never skips the traditional meals, always eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
He doesn't have any food allergies, but he does dislike unhealthy and non-nutritious food.
Hygiene Habits
Sanji is the only man in the crew to shower daily. He has to since he's an avid smoker and cares deeply about presenting himself well to the ladies.
He also handles everyone's meals and is extremely particular in keeping a clean working environment where he cooks.
He has a complete set of hygienic products, ranging from shampoo, conditioner, facial toner, shaving cream, moisturizer, serum, and sunscreen.
He keeps his hair, body, and facial products close to him and refuses to share with the other boys, taking them with him when he's ready to use them and keeping them stashed away in his locker when he's done.
Once he's done showering, he applies deodorant and cologne. The mixed scents work well together and aren't overpowering. Sanji smells damn good, and he knows it.
He likes to shave his facial hair before he showers, perfectly shaping his goatee.
He's not opposed to taking long baths but does prefer cold showers.
He brushes his teeth, flosses, and uses mouthwash every day without fail.
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