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its-your-mind · 10 months

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okay. I’ve slept and I’ve stared at the ceiling and I think I’m finally ready to put all of this into words. I’ve been building up this post in my head… basically since the moment we learned about Ashton’s chronic pain, and I think this episode finally helps me synthesize all of it. Taliesin was on FIRE this episode. (also this got way longer than I thought, so it’s going behind a read more. I just have so many FUCKING emotions about this punk rock.)

I know I’ve mentioned this a few times before, but I, like Ashton, have full-body constant chronic pain. Sometimes it gets worse with extended physical activity, sometimes it just gets worse out of nowhere. Some days are good, which means the parts of me that hurt aren’t getting in the way of me doing things too much, but there are never, ever days without pain.

I think Ashton fucking nailed it here:

And here’s the thing about background noise. Most of the time, you don’t even notice it’s there. Your brain filters it out, takes it and files it away as something that doesn’t need any conscious focus. But sometimes, something that is normally background noise can become completely overwhelming - think a ticking clock that you don’t usually notice, but when you’re waiting for something, it becomes all that you can hear, and your brain can't pull its attention away.

And, at least for me, chronic pain can sometimes become like an endlessly ticking clock in my perception. Obviously, my body is in pain, which is not fun in and of itself, but on the bad body days, my mental functions become severely limited as well. My memory is shot, my thoughts come slowly, and it’s so much easier for bright lights and loud noises to cause my brain to bluescreen for a few seconds.

There’s just too much sensory input for the brain to process.

And on those days, it can just be easier to shut down. Lay down in bed and not move or think, because moving and thinking is just too hard. And when resting isn't an option, there’s a pretty significant percentage of my brain that’s just focused on trying to filter out that background noise of pain, and it becomes so difficult to function as normal. One clock might not take up too too much brain power, but imagine if there were five. Ten. A few dozen.

I’ll get back to Ashton in a minute, I promise.

The brain might be able to turn those ticking clocks into background noise, but it’s harder to do that the louder they are. Your thoughts get sidetracked because it’s almost impossible to focus on anything but those clocks, and even when you’re able to ignore them for a bit, it doesn’t take much for you to be reminded that they’re still there, and your mind turns back to that ticking, ticking, ticking…

When you’re in pain, you learn to stay tense and alert. You economize your words and movements, because you only have so many before your body makes it too hard to function. You have to build up necessary boundaries for yourself, because without them, you’ll become a shell of a person, disconnected from a body that's just... not fun to be inside of.

And it’s so easy to let those boundaries become a permanent, defensive wall, built to keep the world at bay, because the world is where the pain comes from.

Ashton’s chronic pain might not have started until their fall from the balcony, but he’s never lived a life without emotional pain.

And so you have this person who has lived through so many awful things who should be dead several times over, who now lives with this constant, insistent, physically painful reminder that the world is cruel and harsh, and even your family can’t be trusted to keep you from getting more hurt.

So yeah. He’s fucking pissed off at the whole world. He’s lived through some fucking bullshit, so can you fucking blame him for building up walls around himself? How the fuck is he expected to survive in this world without defenses?

So he builds those necessary defenses that anyone with chronic pain has to get good at building, something to deafen the feeling of constant pain, and he makes them into a permanent fixture of his personality. They turn these necessary internal defenses into a hostile fortification, into anger, into rage, into a weapon that can hurt the world just as much as the world has hurt them.

And then, the Hells.

All of a sudden, they have a new family.

And the thing is. The thing! Is!! Ashton has always always been someone who cares so much, someone who loves their family recklessly and totally, even after the Nobodies abandoned them to die on the ground beneath Hexum's house. They’re protective, they take people in, they stand up for the people who can’t stand up for themselves. But it’s always been from behind the safety of that wall.

And the walls have started to come down.

The world might be cruel and painful and fucking shitty, but dammit, there are still things in it worth saving.

Letting people see your vulnerabilities might lead to more pain, but isn’t it just… so liberating? To not have to put so much energy into keeping those walls up?

These people. His new family. They’ve opened up to each other. They’ve all shared some of their darkest secrets, they’ve trusted each other with their lives, they’ve gone above and beyond, over and over again, to make sure that not one of their people is left behind, not ever. No matter what.

So now, for maybe the first time in his life, Ashton has something solid to stand on that he didn’t have to build for himself. He doesn’t have to maintain his walls with these people, because his family knows how to tread carefully, and they all do their best not to do anything that might inadvertently cause each other more pain.

Because here’s the thing about chronic pain. To a certain point, you just have to accept that shit is going to fucking hurt, and you’re gonna do it anyway. Instead of living in daily, constant fear of making the pain worse, you evaluate the things that you want to do with your time, and decide whether or not they’re worth the pain that they’ll cause.

Ashton started throwing himself at physical danger almost as soon as he was off Milo’s workbench. He’s no stranger to choosing things that will increase the pain in his body.

But the pain in their mind? Fuck that. We’re not going to look too closely at what the fuck is in there, because that is a fucking bridge too far.

Let their brain process the pain, and keep the rest of their shit on lock.

But now… they’ve let their family in, past those walls. They quite literally let Imogen and FCG go into their mind, multiple times, to find the things that they’ve buried deep, deep inside because they don’t want to look too closely at them. They didn’t have room in their own brain to process that pain.

But now… they’ve learned about where they came from. They know where their roots are. But more importantly, they know who their foundation is. They know that it’s safe to let these people in past those walls, because the Hells are people he can trust with all of himself, not just the solid and dangerous exterior.

And so now that they know that, it’s freed up so much more room in their mind to focus on actual, tangible goals!

He’s able to take time and space for his family, just as they’ve all taken time and space for him.

Now that the Hells have become his firm ground, he’s able to become theirs.

He knows how to be a wall, a tank, a shield. He knows how to deal with physical pain.

But now, they’re learning how to be a rock, a safe place, a firm foundation. That’s harder. That’s more complicated. That involves vulnerability, and the ability to sit and talk and process and think. That’s not something they’re always able to do, but they know now that they can do it. He’s learned how from the rest of his family, from seeing the ways that they all support him.

The world still fucking sucks. The gods have never seemed to give a single fuck about Ashton Greymoore, and he’s spent his whole life being thrown away and cast aside by the people who were supposed to take care of him. His body is wracked with the constant reminder of betrayal and abandonment. But now, they have something new to fight for. They don’t have to fight to save the gods. They don’t need to aspire to anything that lofty. But their family is here, dammit, and they’re not going to fucking lose them and so…

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hazshit-hotel-hater · 17 days

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Vox headcanon todayy ripped from my ramblings in a friends dms

Been going insane about this for days so please dont mind me.

Warning for discussions of seizures

So like Vox gets upgrades and maintenance on his body kind of often like how rich white moms buy the new iphone every other month but for him its for both public image and also processing stuff, also for like 3 days ive been going insane because I got some headcanon implanted into my head and I didnt know where it came from and then I figured it out but like Vox definitely has epilepsy so i tried to go pin pointing where I think my brain randomly came up with the epilepsy thing, I think in my head I listed these as some kind of mechanical seizure with the first one being vox having severely overloaded circuits and then the second being the actual seizure where he starts to shut off and falls back into his chair.

I think its kind of interesting that theres kinds of things that organic bodied sinners cant experience like technological sinners can, like a non technological sinner couldn’t experience a blackout/bluescreen kind of seizure like this where it literally shuts off all the electronics in the city for a solid 4-5 seconds. I don’t imagine an average tech sinner could experience this on as wide of a scale as Vox since the average person isnt really connected to basically every device in a 5 mile radius, but im sure they could experience some sort of bluescreen or circuit overload in a more contained way

Aside from this very rare occurrence that’s probably only happened once or twice, Vox probably has tonic and absence seizures specifically, not really caused by one specific thing but not charging properly or overheating increases the risk of having them as well as overloading circuits. He is usually able to tell when he is about to have one and will notify someone nearby and excuse himself if he’s in something like a meeting and find a place to lay down. At the moment I think both of the other’s are aware of this but only Velvette really helps at all when its needed

I dont see characters that struggle with seizures often at all and I dont think ive ever seen a villain with epilepsy and I find it very intriguing to have that

Since Vox is a technological sinner/being, his epilepsy now is relatively very different than when he was a person and like I said some of these things just cant really happen like this in organic brains or bodies so obviously don’t take my Vox headcanons as some way to study actual epilepsy. If you’re interested in it please do your own research and focus on humans rather than on robots, they are very different! I genuinely cannot stress enough please do not assume actual people dealing with epilepsy will behave how a cartoon character does—I doubt anyone will actually assume that but—just in case please🙏

#hazbin hotel #hazbin headcanons #hazbin hotel headcanon #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox #voxelette #vox x velvette #voxlette #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin velvette #velvette #the vees #hazbin hotel vees #hazbin vees

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kawaoneechan · 1 year

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Why I don't like Unity

There's three reasons, basically, besides my personal inability to get any custom character assets into Unity, Unreal, or Godot.

Let me tell you below the readmore.

Reason #1: it managed to fucking bluescreen my system just trying to start.

How do you fuck that up? I download an installer and run it. This gives me a launcher. From there, I'm supposed to install the actual product I wanted to begin with. That's bad enough, to be honest. But then the fucking launcher managed to break so badly, I had my first BSOD in several months. With all I do to my poor laptops, I so very rarely got crashes like that it honestly threw me the fuck off.

If the launcher is gonna play like that, forget about installing the actual product.

Reason #2: CPU pegging up the ass.

On my previous laptop, attempting to run basically any Unity-based game would peg the CPU, all cores, until the poor thing ran so hot within mere minutes, it'd commit preventative sudoku. Maybe if I was lucky, I'd get a chance to set all the things to "lowest", and that might let me, I dunno, play long enough to get through the goddamn tutorial?

And I'm not even talking about state-of-the-art 3D games, but simple 2D games with low-resolution pixel art. Why would those run a dual-core at 200% until it fucking kills itself? Makes no sense.

Now, Phil Fortier of Icefall Games is an acquaintance of mine via SCI shenanigans, and when he released Snow Spirit (soon to be rereleased as part of Chronicles of Cascadia), I lamented to him about how his use of Unity would mean I couldn't run any of his stuff. So Phil looked into it and found a Big Fucking Thing to optimize. This basically makes Phil's SCI games the only things made in Unity that I can personally trust won't Do That.

Reason #3: About those 2D games...

I'm gonna dip into my Twitter archives for a bit and repost some stuff for this part.

*wavy flashback effect*

This is Angel Jump, a simple little arcade jumping game that's available on itch.io:

It's delightfully low resolution and has like four seconds of audio all added up. Can't be more than a few MB, depending on which sane development framework they used, right?

33 MB, actually. Because Unity. Let's see how it breaks down:

Unity main exe: 623 KB

Main game assets file: 1.19 MB together

A folder full of support DLLs like terrain and cloth: 7.17 MB, 90% or more of them never called because this is a 2D pixel-art game.

Unity's default resources: 3.41 MB. Mind that of these, only the splash logo is actually used because Angel Jump was made in the free edition.

Mono embedded runtime: 2.61 MB, and each game gets its own copy, much like how Electron apps each have their own copies of Chromium.

And another 17 MB for the Unity Player.

All in all, 33 MB of files for a game like that. Why? Because Unity is a bloated crapsack, I'd conclude from a cursory study like that. Let's compare that to some other games.

This is Elevator Girl, which is not on itch.io.

It has a lot of different animations and three fairly long background music tracks. It's only one file, 18.7 MB. I'm willing to bet most of that is the BGM, but I can't confirm it because it's just the one file.

And just for some historical perspective, the entire Crystal Caves trilogy is 1.31 MB, including some chaff. Commander Keen 4 on its own is 740 KB. Now, Keen and Elevator Girl both have OPL soundtracks, but the latter's is probably streamed.

Noxico is only 1.25 MB to download as a .7z file. Its only optimization that I myself actively apply is that I crunch the PNG files. The rest is text, and since the game uses a .zip file by another name as a game data source... yeah. That's a cheap win.

Now, back to Angel Jump. I went through the game's own resources to see what size it could conceivably have if it was not made in Unity. 54 textures, ten of them actually used. Tiny font stored in a weird way, possibly for distance field trickery which has no business in a 2D pixel game if you ask me. 921 KB of WAV files, high-quality bleepity-bloops, two of them jingles. 4.22 KB of PNG files, crunched like Noxico, for all but the creator's logo and the font. 973 KB for a copy of SDL, and I'd estimate at worst two MB for the main EXE.

The entire Angel Jump game could be no more than 4 MB and a half-dozen files, It's actually 33.2 MB, 92 files.

There's a more general computer programming issue that this reliance on Unity for even the simplest, smallest games seems to spring from: the bigger and better the computers get, the more lazy the developers get. Only have like four MHz, 640 KB of RAM and, what, 720 KB of diskette space, and no guarantee of an HDD? Better make the most of it, developers! But now the pressure's off and there's no more reason to exert any effort into keeping small games actually small.

*sigh*

#unity #rant #twitter

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polyhexian · 5 months

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Since expanding the Jasperverse is apparently my current hobby let's try this on for size: The Collector decides rather than tattling to Philip that his current Grimwalker is stealing the new Grimwalker, it'd be WAY more entertaining to see Philip's face in the morning when he realizes what happened, and thus keeps quiet about the whole thing. Jasper makes a clean getaway with baby Hunter, but for plot reasons doesn't end up running off to some other Titan, and spends the next several years raising his son in hiding and on the run.

Fast forward to Darius finding a 6/8/10-year-old Hunter on his doorstep (or figurative doorstep, your Darius doesn't have a house so maybe it's his mom's doorstep, or Hunter corners him in Bonesborough or something), and this kid informs him that he's gotten separated from his dad, but his dad told him that if things ever went south, he could go to Darius for help.

Darius is just, like, bluescreening, because this kid looks exactly like Jasper, and admits that his dad's name IS Jasper (when it isn't something like Onyx Bloodwilliams or whatever), and is also speaking of Jasper in the present-tense, so like, 1) Jasper is alive??? and 2) JASPER HAS A KID???

A kid who is apparently relying on Darius to take care of him now. And the kid, Darius is disconcerted to learn, KNOWS Darius - he keeps asking him for his version of stories his dad has told him, like is it true that you - and can you tell me about the time you and my dad - And Darius is just like, oh my god, I never considered having kids and I was barely able to consider being in love with Jasper, but Jasper has a kid and has told the kid all about ME, and I need to be the best guardian figure possible to this child until his dad shows up and I can ask him WHAT THE HELL???

(Where's Jasper? Idk, maybe he told Hunter to split up while he goes and lays a false trail elsewhere, maybe he's dealing with bounty hunters who aren't even after them for Golden Guard stuff because who knows what Jasper's been getting up to for the last few years, maybe he's gotten in with the rebellion and is running a mission or something, who knows.)

Also Hunter is, like, a weird kid with a number of worrying skills. He's not a child soldier in this 'verse, more like a child spy. He goes through life like he's playing the world's most intense game of hide-and-seek. He squints suspiciously at everyone and everything. He can pick a lock in 6 seconds. He recreationally pickpockets and thinks it's doubly fun to reverse-pickpocket the item without his mark even realizing it was missing. He can cry on command and make for a good distraction. He knows how to break someone's instep if they try to grab him. He eats bugs.

Bonus irony points if this Hunter still has all the issues Canon Hunter has, but he has those issues because he's loved, not abused. He's very good at doing exactly what he's told…because he knows his and his dad's survival depends on doing everything Jasper says when he says it. He's scarily good at fighting for his age…because Jasper's trained him to be able to defend himself. He's got PTSD and anxiety…because he's spent his whole life worried that people will hurt him and his father. He doesn't have any friends…because they've never been able to stay in one place for very long.

Idk where Darius would stash Hunter for safekeeping. I mean, for HILARITY and SUSPENSE it'd be great to see him trying to sneak the kid around the castle. Hide him in his apartments. Shove him under his office desk whenever some other Coven Head comes in for a chat. Hunter takes it upon himself to explore the castle's fantasy ventilation system and maps out every vent and secret passage in the place to pass the time and give Darius a heart attack. Darius finds a tiny scout uniform and insists that this is totally just a small demon that's been assigned to Darius as an escort. Hunter is scarily good at maintaining a disguise, and Darius doesn't have time to unpack all that. Hm, we know nothing about the covens themselves, could there be some sort of masked Abomination Coven uniform? That'd be better so no one could try to reassign Darius's random scout escort.

The castle might not be feasible though (and Darius would realize that getting Hunter anywhere NEAR the castle would be the EXACT OPPOSITE of what Jasper would want him to do) so the other options are stashing Hunter at his mom's house or recruiting Eda into the situation.

Darius: I need you to house this kid. Eda: Do I LOOK like a babysitter?? Darius: He can pick a lock in six seconds and he's pickpocketed you twice since we started this conversation. Eda: …Intriguing.

Either way though, Darius knows he has to be there for Hunter. He knows that Jasper is relying on him to be there for Hunter. It's like, here Darius, have a universe where you DON'T shoot yourself in the foot and hurt the people you love! He barely understands what's happening and he never wanted kids and he doesn't know if he and Jasper would ever have been a thing so maybe he's not the stepdad but by GOD is he gonna be the dad that stepped up.

Hunter is a good kid despite his upbringing and is really excited to finally meet Darius after everything his dad told him about the guy, but he also really misses his dad and is worried if Jasper's okay. Darius is like, come on, we both know your dad is the strongest witch in the world (even if APPARENTLY NEITHER OF YOU HAVE MAGIC WTF??) he'll be fine. And Darius is maybe not cut out to be a father, but Hunter's a weird kid anyway, so they make it work. Granted Hunter gets REALLY irritated by some things, like, Darius doesn't know how to be as attentive to his infodumps as his dad is, and Darius can't teleport, and one time Hunter skins his knees really bad and Darius slaps on a healing patch and Hunter is REALLY UNIMPRESSED to learn Darius can't just HEAL IT HIMSELF and Darius is like HUNTER YOUR STANDARDS ARE SUPER HIGH AND A LITTLE SKEWED, OKAY???

Jasper might show up again out of the blue perfectly normal, but we all know Jasper's an overdramatic bastard so it's more likely he shows up at some climactic moment while Darius and Hunter are surrounded by enemies that Jasper blasts to kingdom come, or Jasper shows up missing approximately half his blood like "Hey Darius, do you have my kid?" before passing out while Darius is like WTF and Hunter is like "he does this sometimes."

Btw if you wanna make things even MORE complicated, throw in a new Golden Guard who's an adult Grimwalker but only a few years younger than Hunter. He could be an evil asshole or Jasper 2.0 or idk whatever the plot demands. Lol maybe he's an adult version of Will who doesn't have active decomposition issues. Literally no idea what purpose he'd serve in the plot beyond possibly existing tho.

Eberwolf thinks Hunter is great and thinks the whole situation is a riot and is generally very unhelpful except for when he's actually extremely helpful. Darius would like Eberwolf to stop feeding the child bugs. Maybe at some point Raine gets involved (surely they are doing work IN the Bard Coven long before they become its Head Witch, yeah?) and is like "Darius why do you have a child??" and Darius is like "Don't ask and don't say anything" and Raine watches Hunter lockpick his way into a file cabinet of restricted info and just kinda melts because it reminds them of a certain OTHER miscreant chaos child…

Darius and Hunter's relationship has its ups and downs because on the one hand, Hunter is excited to meet this guy, but on the other hand Hunter is a young kid under a lot of stress and Darius wasn't expecting Hunter to exist let alone be his responsibility and also Jasper probably left some stuff out during storytime. Hunter was NOT prepared for Darius to be this…stuffy. Darius is like "Here I got you some new clothes so you don't look like a streetrat" and Hunter is like "I understand the importance of blending in but why is it so fancy-looking" (Hunter thinks anything with a single frill is fancy) and Darius is like "look at all the extra hidden pockets I sewed in for you" and Hunter is like "SOLD."

Basically tho it's a Jasperverse Dadrius AU where Darius gets to be the good guy and Hunter is messed up in all the same ways for completely different reasons, lol.

WHY DO YOU KEEP SLAPPING ME WITH THESE FUCKING BANGERS???? EXCUSE YOU????

I imagine hunter is also very independent... He probably HAS been left alone before, more than jaspers wishes he was. But it's either bring him somewhere dangerous or leave him behind.

I'm going to imagine he still HAS his old GG staff but because it's so old now it's sort of... Like dying batteries, it's way past its warranty. He uses it extremely sparingly and only when there's literally no other option. So generally neither of them are using magic.

Belos must KNOW he got away. And I actually think he wouldn't put up wanted signs for him or anything- jasper hasn't exposed any of his secrets because he's in hiding. But if he's shoved out of hiding he's going to have to go scorched earth to survive. So theyre on the run... But only certain people know to look for him. Coven scouts all know they're looking for a tall blonde man with four scars on his face. Higher level members of the emperor's coven know way more about him. People like Lilith and kikimora know he was the previous GG.

But only the next GG know who he REALLY is..the next one knows he's a Grimwalker past his warranty, and so is Hunter. He is HUNTING them. Actively.

Man what could split jasper and hunter badly enough that he would pull the trigger on going to Darius after all these years and expose the huge secret that he's still alive? That he has a kid? He obviously hasn't gone to Darius yet, so he considers this a risk. What would put him at greater danger than leaving him to find Darius by himself?

I think jasper would legitimately have to be in serious danger. Maybe he gets seriously wounded fleeing coven scouts and he knows he can't protect Hunter like this so he sends him running the opposite way while he keeps them busy, so Hunter doesn't... Actually know if he's okay or not

OH! Omg hang on... They got caught by the new GG and jasper got seriously wounded like. He's bleeding everywhere. And he sends hunter away, get out of here, go find Darius. I'll find you. And hunter doesn't know for SURE if he's okay or not but he's soooo sure his dad can handle anything, nobody could ever REALLY hurt him! And Darius isn't so sure, but... Nothing HAPPENS. Like there's no big petrification ceremony or anything. If he's dead he was killed quietly. He has no idea where jasper is or if he's okay but he's got his kid now and hunter is CERTAIN his dad is fine, he will be here soon. He keeps saying stuff like "when Dad comes back" like when Dad comes back he can show you x thing or when Dad comes back you can tell him y! And Darius doesn't... Know what to say and he's terrified of when the ball might drop that.. it's been days and he's not here yet. It's been more days and he's not here yet.

ONLY HES NOT DEAD because the next GG isn't nearly as loyal as Jasper was. He's caught him and is basically holding him hostage secret from Belos trying to get his OWN answers on what's going on and what's true.

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pocketramblr · 1 year

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AU game 1! 5 headcanons for an AU where Tamaki is (inexplicably) a vegetarian, and the Quirks he manifests from eating all his veggies leads him to intern with Kamui Woods instead?

1- Tamaki is a vegetarian because when he was very little and it first manifested, he grew chicken feathers and was so terrified that he was actually turning into a chicken that would be killed and eaten too, he never touched any meat again. This is in spite of his mother having the same quirk as him and telling him that won't happen, but anyway. Instead he uses vines for reach and thorns for attack

2- his hero name is still Suneater, from Mirio's suggestion, and his hero costume is similar, but kinda leans more "forest elf" I guess- green accents instead of purple. Tamaki is relieved when Kamui Woods approves of him wearing a mask that fully hides his face, instead of a transparent visor.

3- Tamaki takes some supplements due to being vegetarian, including iron. This means he's able to manifest iron as a shield, but tends to only do it as a last resort because it really upsets his stomach. Kamui Woods saw this one time and asked if he could manifest other things not just plants, and had he tried meat before? Tamaki panics and bluescreens while saying he can't, leading Kamui Woods to believe that in a trade-off for his quirk, Tamaki can't even digest meat, let alone manifest anything.

4- Kamui Woods is an interesting mix of private and public- keeps a lower profile from his current home and life, but also had a documentary about his apparently horrible childhood made. Tamaki approves of the former, but not the latter, so while Kamui is a great mentor for fighting technique and rescue strategy, he's not quite getting through to him about any publicity.

5- In his second year, Tamaki and Kamui were on patrol after school when a sludge villain attacked a middle schooler, who caused several fires in retaliation. Kamui Woods was unable to get close due to the flames, and Tamaki prioritized rescue over combat, meaning he was running low on any food by the time he turned to consider fighting Sludgy. Then another middle schooler ran out in front of him and tried to help, and then All Might showed up, and Tamaki held it was the most terrifying day of his life for over a year.

+1- (Until the day he's called in to talk to 1A, which he was happy to do instead of going to his internship, which has been different since Kamino and Kamui rocketing up in the rankings, Tamaki does not like change and he likes the publicity increase even less, and he sees those two middle schoolers again, in that class All Might teaches sometimes, and they're asking him too many questions and scowling at him and they were there that day and at Kamino and here now, and nope, they're cursed, he's not dealing with that, he's out of here, Nejire let go of his arm, he wants to go to 1B and get the vine girl to join the internship to take the focus off him, please no Mirio he just wants to leave-)

#first year Tamaki: oh good my friends got an internship with a top ten hero and all might's old sidekick. good for them. so glad i just got #a local musutafu hero with a plant quirk and can chill #second year Tamaki: haha yep my friends are learning so much and going so fast. wait. what do you mean big three #third year Tamaki: NO NO GO BACK WHY AM I AT A TOP TEN AGENCY TOO. THAT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN #dhfjg creative au i like this idea...#and i like the idea of a woodsier kinda costume. leaning into the elf thing....#shih shoulda had it #pocket talks to people #ask game

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lavenoon · 1 year

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...then weirdly silly when they learn they've both just been in closer contact with their estranged brother. (And, uh, wait a second... Some of those stories they share are weirdly similar...)

All i can think about is Robin while talking to Dusk asks how their brother "Eclipse" is doing or asking Sun how "Horizon" is doing, mixing up the names to either of them but neither Dusk or Sun notice. They just happily talk about their brother and how he's doing.

Robin now sitting there going "well shit these three are related to each other" still somehow not realizing that Sun and Dusk are the same body and is just thinking it's one confusing family.

That would be such a dumb reveal because it's like "Oh I know your brother Sun! He's my neighbor. Why don't you visit him?" and Dusk is just a deer in headlights trying to process everything.

Have a nice day/night dear, Take Care!

: )

God okay the sheer hilarity re: this post

So Y/N does their little test, goes "Hm alright weird coincidence that I work with one and one lives with me, but I guess it's fine? Either I'm good at my job or they don't talk much either since they don't know I know the other. Oh well! (:" and then continues on their merry way

So during a mission, when Dusk shares another story...

"So then we - ugh, actually... It's been funny for a while I but I guess I should mention there's also -"

"Oh don't worry, I know about your other brother. He rents from me."

Robin is so entirely nonchalant by that point, having heard so much private information over the past few weeks that they don't mind sharing this much either, and Dusk bluescreens.

So not only does Robin know about Sun, but they also casually revealed their identity, and somehow still don't know about Dawn?

Takes a moment, but then also figures, that, well... Sun mentioned talking to the landlord more often and a lot about Eclipse, and given the situation, it probably was only a matter of time anyway. This might as well happen style.

"... Half the rent is coming from me."

Now it's on Robin to freeze.

"What?"

"Sun and I are one animatronic. Little bird, did you ever see me during the day? Or him during the night?"

Robin buffers for a moment, thinking. Comes up blank.

Hits him with the flat of their hand in indignation.

"Are you kidding me? You two have some sort of - of - are you literally Batman??? Wait. Wait. I never saw you at home either??"

"We live with you and can't drive, do we look like Batman to you? Apparently, the landlord missed me being mentioned due to being severely sleep deprived."

He spares a second to send them a withering (mock) glare.

"So I was supposed to introduce myself, but they always worked nights, and then it became more and more awkward. And it was just you, this entire time."

"Don't you fucking glare at me, Moon man. You were the one dragging out that mission so I couldn't catch any sleep before Sun came by!"

"I guess I can finally say this, please stop using my real name as a tease one day the wrong person is gonna hear and think we told each other from the start."

"As opposed to now being better? Wait." (Robin also is a little shit) "Your name is Moon man?"

"Try that again but with brain cells at work."

"This is gonna be great. Wait."

They think further, using those brain cells.

"What. What does Sun do for work. If you're the same animatronic."

Dusk now metaphorically sweats, because despite the rest of the reveal going over smoothly, this bit was intentional fuckery from his side and he has Regrets

"So, uh, what I originally intended to tell you earlier. I thought it'd be funny for you to find out on your own, but that kinda... Got away from me."

"I already hate everything about this."

"He does undercover missions as Dawn. That's how I get my intel."

Robin closes their eyes, taking a deep breath and mentally counting to ten.

It doesn't help.

"Get down here so I can strangle you!"

"Dove, I'd love to see you try, but can I also just process a little longer? Once I've accepted that Eclipse infected us with the need to reveal confidential information I'm all yours."

They take some time, maybe chilling on a roof somewhere, sitting down at some point and Robin kicks at his leg out of spite before sitting back and taking off their mask.

He's looking, now.

Neither of them are scared, because they also grew closer thanks to how much Dusk shared. They are friends, not just rivals, and no matter what they have that.

Sun gets a very casual reveal too - Moon simply tells him about last night's conversation during the next switch, Y/N already passed out in bed, so it's not a 2 vs 1 situation. Some teasing for sure, but also just amused reminiscing once Sun's shock wears off, and then a seamless transition into "We all know, and we're okay" <3

#answer let luce #agent viper asks #accidentally undercover #au alt timeline #I guess?? fgdhsj #this got to me yesterday minutes before i went to bed and i immediately lost it #casual banter reveals my beloved #funny haha does win sometimes #this is “just” 700 words but. I want to write on the drabble today so I didn't expand on how Sun finds out and later reacts more I'm sorry #it's all chill tho basically like after the initial shock it's just “ah okay makes sense” and then they all carry on #just that sun gets flirtier #and moon also #and y/n probably too #fucking idiots (affectionate)#edit: i promise imma get used to adding read mores oh my god

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myspnsideblog · 2 years

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Listen, I've seen a lot of discussions about whether Dean or Sam would be top during their wincesty sexytimes, based on their canon hookups and relationships. Guys, I really don't think that, regardless when their relationship started, it would even occur to both of them that there is a different option outside of Dean topping, or at least not at first... I'm not talking about their general preferences or any powerplay inside their relationship, just the fact that they're so used to Dean taking care of Sam, and Sam giving up control to him, that it would never cross their mind in the beginning.

I imagine after two weeks, or a month, or if you want it to be extremely funny, after several years, one of them would, as a joke, allude to Sam topping, and they both would bluescreen for 5 seconds. Becuase yes, this is an option, it was always an option.

#wincest #samdean #deansam

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jahiera · 8 months

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for the OC ask thing: 8, 16, 24, 32, 40, 48 :-)

questions here.

Sorry for the late response! and thank you so much for the questions ahhh

48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend?

I think. that emrys at a party would be the funniest thing ever. for everyone except her. and by that I mean she generally does not have the social skills to even TRY to blend into any sort of society; never tried, doesn't see the point, will never see the point. she would show up to 1. protect someone else, or 2. if dared, perhaps, or bullied into it by someone she cares for. she will stand awkwardly at one of the doors or windows, pet your dog, outline the most likely places one could be attacked from and the flimsy security of your home. eat the food. grunt at anyone trying to mingle with her. then leave.

24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?

very light sleeper. she was wandering around prior to getting kidnapped by the mindflayers, either living on the road or in peoples barns if they would let her stay, or when she was in baldurs gate, at the temple there, staying in the city literally only to look for trouble & if she cannot find it she will probably accidentally create it (too stubborn for her own good here). anyways, because of that plushy beds make her uncomfortable. slight noises wake her up. she can fall asleep in 2 seconds and take a ten minute nap and be ready to go for the next several hours running on 3 hours of sleep type beat. someone needs to hit her over the head really hard so she can have her full 8 hours.

32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like?

She does not shop.............. at all. She mends everything she owns until it's obsolete, buys only what is necessary. She keeps exactly what she needs on her and nothing more, nothing less. so she's got two outfits on rotation and they look extremely similar to each other; plain garb, leaning toward "masculine" technically although I dont know how much faerun clocks that. the default camp clothes are pretty close to what she would wear anyways, so. she doesn't think about fashion at all I have to say, and if anyone asked her about it she'd make a 404 error bluescreen face. no indulgences no finesse no panache. she's plain and simple and has never worn makeup a day in her life. doesn't want to, either. if someone tried to doll her up she'd be weirded out. her hair is a little bit past her shoulders and she keeps it in a gay little princely ponytail, but if she let it loose it would be all poofy and curly and the kind of hair that would look 10/10 being shaken out of a helmet.

8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?

Emrys was brought up in a temple, she made friends with mouser cats and local farm dogs in the her village below. so, no actual pets for her, but she was much beloved by said half feral mouser cats. and she was a bit of a horrendous child that would sneak in rodents and such into the temple to feed & care for & maybe also sneak into other children’s beds if they were mean to her. so…. if that counts.

16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?

Hmmm…. at the beginning of the game, no, she doesn’t collect anything. too austere and “if I have any personal items or desires I will literally die” for that. after the game she collects weird weapons and esoteric books. jocknerd to the end.

#oc. emrys #answered #she's so :standing_man_emoji: about everything HGHFGH #her autistic girl swag........................#THANK YOU AGAIN I can ramble about her for 85 years alas

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jessicas-pi · 2 years

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I want to talk about my OCs and you're a captive audience :)

Ok, so, in the fic I posted a while ago, there were a couple OCs mentioned: Jadan and Esme. They're my babies and I want to talk about them. <3

First off, Jadan Sa'al, a heterochromatic Mirialan boy, Padawan Commander of the 212th!

Jadan is 16 at the start of the Clone Wars. He was assigned to be Obi-Wan's Padawan shortly before Christophsis. Ahsoka still shows up, but there's no pretense of her being "Obi-Wan's Padawan." She rolls up in her Space Heelys like "yo whats up skydude i'm your new kid sister and that's your problem"

(No, not really. But... kind of.)

Mirialans are supposed to be trained by Mirialan masters, but due to the war, there wasn't a Mirialan available to train Jadan. The Council gave him the option of transferring to a service corps or being apprenticed to a non-Mirialan Jedi, while still learning about Mirialan culture from other Mirialan Jedi. He chose the second option.

Ahsoka is two years younger than him but they're close friends. She's technically his lineage-niece but he calls her his Padawan-sister because (a) they annoy each other like siblings and (b) let's be honest Obi-Wan has partial custody of her anyway.

And on the topic of lineages:

My personal headcanon is that alternating generations of the disaster lineage are Charming (tm). We have Obi-Wan "Flirt Master" Kenobi, and then Anakin the Walking Dumpster Fire, and Ahsoka, who has (as another tumblr-user pointed out) played the dashing knight to a royal on THREE separate occassions.

I suggest that this also applies here. Jadan Sa'al, Padwan of Obi-Wan, is Not Smooth. He's awkward, he's a nerd, and he's so. very. in. love.

Which is a problem given that his unsecret crush is my other OC: Esme Ereth, Dark Acolyte.

Esme has a... troubled past.

She was born on Dathomir (and ohhh boy do I have a ton of headcanons about nightsisters though that's something for another post) but something happened—I haven't quite decided what yet—and she was taken off-world. She was about ten when that happened.

Seven years later, after some traumatic backstory (which is where she got a bunch of scars—several on her face and one on her shoulder—and a heck ton of traditional tattoos on her arms and back), she ends up as Ventress's daughter part-time apprentice.

Imagine the scene: Obi-Wan and Ventress meet up and start their battleflirting, Esme sighs deeply... only to hear the exact same sound from Kenobi's new Padawan.

They immediately bond over their teachers' obnoxious sarcasm and overuse of "my dear"s. (While stubbornly denying that they, too, are battleflirting, of course.)

Somehow, just like Padmé about Anakin, Esme thinks Jadan's Complete And Total Romantic Incompetence is adorable. She tells him that and he bluescreens.

Esme: you're endearing

[Jadan.exe has stopped working]

Ahsoka is having a ton of fun teasing her fellow Padawan about this. (Like I said, they annoy each other like siblings.)

Eventually, the girlies get their redemption arc and end up chillin at the Jedi temple. They bring another Nightsister with them, just a kid, the only other survivor of the Dathomir Massacre. She befriends a young initiate and they make it their life mission to cause as many problems as possible (Padawan Suduri is a favorite target for their pranks.) More on that later.

(I'm considering making Jadan mildly psychometric. just so I can have a 3/3 score of psychometric jedi & nightsister duos)

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narutoheretic · 1 year

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you should tell us all about your root ocs 🤠 i have so many as well, yet i still think i need to make more bc of how big and international the org’s supposed to be :O

resurrecting another ask so old I don't remember a ton of concepts, BUT luckily i have the old scraps of danzo-trains-naruto fic (which still lives in my head despite me never being able to write it yet) to go off and find at least a few Root OCs. it was really fun to remember all these guys, so thanks for that!

harumi - an older Root member, was a young woman when Danzo was middle-aged (she pops up in here, beneath my lungs to talk with Kagami). she's weird and socially anxious but in a way that makes her really good at translating people yelling at each other into polite-speak, so she her career for a while was mainly just carrying messages. She began working with Kagami on his diplomatic/ambassador missions shortly before Kagami's death; she was the only survivor of the Iwa attack that killed Kagami and everyone else on that mission, and it cost her a leg and some severe scarring. After a few months of bluescreening, she became essentially an etiquette teacher, training the members of Root that would have to interface with the public; and, notably, teaching Kushina proper behavior and diplomacy when Kushina was first brought to Konoha.

rokuro - another older root member, one who worked closely with Danzo during the Shinobi no Yami years. he's half-Akimichi, and due to the lenient rules on blood relation would have been happily raised as part of the clan, except he uh. was a little weirdo who poisoned a kid for upsetting his cousin when he was like, seven. the Akimichi usually are incredibly harsh on poisoners but are equally soft for kids, so they were stuck not knowing what to do until someone noticed Danzo lurking around doing the beginning of his 'if anyone wants to discard a child just know i am always hiring. children' thing. Danzo was, at least then, viewed pretty favorably by the Akimichi due to his connection thru Torifu, so little Rokuro got packed off to utilize his nascent poisoning genius for the good of the nation. he grew up into a still-weird, still-poison-happy adult, summons carp (which baffles everyone, carp seem extremely boring for How He Is) and has a homoerotic rivalry with an Anbu member.

i cannot remember her goddamn name WHY we used to say it daily. Masako maybe?? - Danzo's second-in-command for a good chunk of Root's early to middle years. from a small wandering Jashin cult, ran into Danzo when they were both teenagers and thought the whole tree cult thing he had going on was sexier than her pain cult, split from her family to join Konoha and manage the mess of orphans Danzo was already accumulating. she's hot and a little unhinged, participated in a lot of his not-war-crimes-yet-but-they're-gonna-be-codified-into-that-postwar stuff during the Shinobi no Yami rep forming years. She also had a girlfriend whose name I cannot remember, just that she worked with gear and clothing. someone had to design those little jackets

eiri - a deaf explosions expert, friendly with Harumi but younger than her by about a decade. she's not as fleshed out, but I vaguely recall that she was supposed to be one of the first kids literally born into Root, with her parents both being Root members.

seji - one of the two heads of what I loosely termed the Manipulation department, members that specified in undercover missions, forming false friendships, honeypot missions, etc. started out as a random orphan with no bloodline, but has grown up to be extremely confident and charismatic to the point people often assume he's a clan discard. unfortunately i never named or characterized the other head lol, I think they were teammates (of the Root buddy system variety) tho

small shoutout to masaki, from the particular canon version of the training fic, who is literally just Uchiha Shisui with different eyes wearing Groucho Marx glasses and a fake beard. no like, literally in this AU shisui worked with danzo to help orchestrate the massacre, because he Was pretty much suicidal and wanted to escape his fate/position in the clan at all costs, and made some very bad decisions thereof. one of them possibly being giving his eyes away because he was sick of their abilities and didn't want his mental and physical health to deteriorate any further, but despite the huge adjustment there and the lingering guilt, he's actually pretty happy with his new life and identity. second-in-command of Root from shortly after Masako's death until canon.

#the roots that grow in the dark #headcanons and ocs #replies

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aikoiya · 2 years

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DP - Phantom Twins AU - The Deal 3

Warning: sex

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Vlad was sitting in his new office at central hall, signing documents when a familiar voice spoke up.

Dina: "Not much has changed, I see."

Vad's royal blue eyes snapped toward the origin of the sound to find Diana Phantom, in her new outfit, at the entrance to his office, leaning against his door.

Not for the first time did the elder halfa wish that he'd gotten the twins' ability to sense ghosts.

Catching himself, brushing off his slight embarrassment at having been caught off-guard, he smiled slyly at her. "Hello, Kitten."

Quirking a brow, Diana made her way across the room with a slight sway to her hips. "Hey, Vlad." Now that they had made a deal, Vlad felt free to let his eyes trail down to follow their movement. Of course, to be polite, he did so discretely. Vlad: "I'm glad you came. I was worried you wouldn't."

The teenage half-ghost walked around his desk, a sly smile stretching her lips & traced her fingers across the edge as she went.

Dina: "Maybe I should've waited a little longer for lurking outside the school like you did yesterday. Make you sweat."

Vlad's smile widened at her coy behavior & wheeled his seat back a bit to let the 18 year-old slip between him & his desk.

Vlad: "I wasn't lurking. I was making sure you were alright. That ghost fight earlier seemed rather violent & you took quite a hit."

He watched her with a smirk & a familiar warmth in his stomach as she perched herself upon his desk with her legs crossed at the knee.

Dina: "It takes more than that to keep me down. Are you sure you weren't watching something else?"

Feeling somewhat attacked by her inquisition, his eyes darted to the side for a split second, remembering that he'd been a bit more relaxed when indulging in looking at her recently. He lied, "No, I don't believe I was?"

She gave another sly smile before transforming back into Fenton. The elder halfa suddenly flushed, choking on his own spit at the sight of the girl in a very modified version of the uniform he'd had issued, blood heating up at the vision she created. The black & royal blue plaid skirt of her uniform was now a mini & lay across her lap in just such a way that it revealed to him the creamy expanse of the teenage girl's thighs as it showed off her nicely developing hips. She'd obviously tailored it herself because he couldn't remember it being so blasted short!

His eyes trailed up her long legs which were contained in tight, sheer black stockings with little mulberry bows at the top that clung to her legs & ended just an inch above her knees. Underneath said skirt, he could see the straps of a lacy, black garter. The mulberry purple sweater vest, despite how modest it was supposed to be, was now a much tighter & more form-fitting waistcoat that was too short, putting her midriff & hard-won abs on display. It also did absolutely nothing to hide the prominent swell of her burgeoning, upper C-cup breasts as the, now short-sleeved, black dress shirt beneath it had a plunging neckline & undone collar that revealed her cleavage to his sights. Her royal blue tie was about the only thing about the outfit that hadn't been changed, tucked as it was inticingly between her breasts. Finally, her cute little feet were clad in a pair of black heels. (Which he knew she'd put on just for him because she'd told him before several times that while heels looked nice, she preferred wedges for their stability. He'd need to express his gratitude to her. Repeatedly & with gusto.)

With her leaning back with her arms propping her up the way they were, her luscious mounds were on rather nice display for him. He suddenly realized that her figure was reminiscent of her mother's from back in college & he almost seemed to bluescreen at the idea that his kitten could develop the same womanly figure as Maddie.

Vlad suddenly began to salivate, cheeks a ruddy red at the thought. Not wanting to give up their little game of wits just yet, he shook his head, then cleared his throat into his balled hand & averted his gaze from the girl. "I-I'm not sure I know what you mean, my dear."

Snorting at his reaction, Di's smile widened. "Is that so?" She casually lifted a knee so that her calf slowly drug up her other leg & further exposed her thighs to his reluctant gaze while granting him a peek at what was underneath.

His cock throbbed hard at the sight of what appeared to be a pair of blue silk lacy panties, the front moist with her juices & being presented to him as if on a silver platter. If he wasn't mistaken, he could see the telltale signs of slick glistening against her thighs as if she'd been playing with herself beforehand & it took damn near every ounce of self-control he had not to lunge forward & bury his face between those lovely thighs of hers.

In response, Vlad panted, his manhood swelling with blood inside his pants. Quickly looking away, he covered his mouth with his hand to keep himself from moaning. His eyes darted around the room in search of something to help him regain control, but could find nothing.

The man suddenly felt very nervous, his stomach heating up with a familiar desire that he normally didn't get to indulge in until this deal of theirs.

Dina hummed in response. "I think that I'll take my assigned seat now, Sir."

Vlad flustered, cock jerking at the title she'd used, when the girl lifted herself up off his desk & slid into his lap, arms around his neck, her breasts pillowing against his chest & her core pressed intimately into his crotch & causing his manhood to throb again in response. His face grew steadily redder at the position & feeling, from his nose all-the-way to the tips of his ears.

Vlad: "Y-you're quite forward, my dear."

Vlad leaned back against his chair to try & put some distance between them so he could regain some ground in their little game, but there was only so far he could go.

The girl pouted cutely at him.

Dina: "I'm tired of waiting for you to make your move, Hotshot. So, I'm making it for you."

Vlad thrilled at the nickname she'd given him. Too stunned to move, he watched in crumbling resistance as the ghost girl's face drew closer to him. His stomach warmed & his cock strained against its confines. He glanced down at her pouty little lips like rose petals.

His mind whirled with panicked thoughts. Did he really have to keep resisting? To what? Win? God, it'd be so much easier to just take her now.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd just let go. It only made him think about how this beautiful girl was right there, giving herself to him, all nice & pretty like a present. (Which, now that he thought of it. There were only 3 months til December. He'd need to think of an appropriate Christmas gift. When he thought of her possible gift for him all his mind could conjure up were images of the teen in nothing but ribbon & a tag addressed to him. Hmm... ideas, ideas...)

Vlad bit his lip, swallowing loudly & thickly, & could feel his restraint giving way to lust, pent-up sexual frustration, & desire for intimacy. She really was very beautiful...

His breath puffed hotly against Dina's lips as she drew closer, her eyes fixed on his. Conveying such heat & need, all for him, that it caused his breath to hitch.

Then, finally deciding that it wasn't worth it, Vlad's eyes drooped, then shut as he closed the last few inches between them himself, pressing his lips to hers in an open-mouthed kiss. He gave a sigh of relief through his nose at having finally given up, his arms sliding around the young half-ghost woman’s waist, pulling her flush against him.

Dina pressed into the kiss, eyes now closed, her lips moving against his in an instinctive motion that the man didn't experience often enough.

Vlad groaned into her mouth, feeling her rock her hips into his lap, rubbing against his groin. At one point, they parted for breath only for Dina to take his bottom lip into her mouth & nibble on the swollen flesh. He groaned at the sensation, suddenly feeling the snick of his fangs coming out in response to the stimulation, then he kissed her again; sliding his tongue along hers, the appendage transforming as it usually did in these situations, in a sensual dance while their teeth clicked against each other. She sucked on the muscle in her mouth, her own becoming long, tapering, & pointed at the end to twist & entangle with his own more snake-like one.

Vlad felt his kitten's hands feather up the back of his neck to pull out the band in his hair before running her fingers through the silver strands & he purred at the taction, knowing his irises had probably started bleeding red beneath his eyelids with the reveal of his fangs. He'd always loved the feeling of hands in his hair. The delicate scratching over his scalp sent shivers of delight down his spine & he bucked his hips up against hers to show his appreciation.

He felt her tongue flick over a fang & he groaned into her mouth, his kiss becoming more furious.

Diana then gripped his hair & wrenched it back hard, causing Vlad's head to jerk back, exposing his throat to her with a needy groan. It came out so low & pretty, enchanting Dina with its cadence.

The halfa-girl then attacked his Adam's apple, sucking & nipping at the bobbing lump & scraping it with her sharp, yet dainty canines, causing the millionaire to pant & gasp & moan breathily.

She whispered against his throat.

Dina: "You make such pretty sounds, Sir~..."

Then placed a sweet kiss to the skin there.

In response, the businessman-turned-politician slid his hand up the back of the young woman's indecent waistcoat & dress shirt, taking in the sensation of her heated skin against his own & wished nothing more than to feel her naked body pressed against his.

Suddenly, Dina pulled away from him & got off his lap. He was confused for a moment until she knelt down in front of him & he felt her hands fumbling with his crotch. She quickly undid his belt & pants, pulling his hard cock from the safety of his underwear & the older Halfa relaxed, panting heavily & sighing at the feeling of her soft hand around his heated flesh as he bucked up into her hand. “Aaaah~… hah…” Vlad breathed a quiet groan, feeling her stroke him off a couple of times, her fingers sliding erotically against his engorged shaft.

Using her transformed tongue & canines, she showed the man all she'd learned to please him. Kissing the tip, sucking at his cum vein, nipping at the skin, & pinching the area under his head.

It left Vlad breathless & thankful that she was such a fast learner. Running his fingers through her hair, he panted.

Vlad: "G-good girl. Ha! You've- nngh- gotten better..."

Then, she licked a bead of pre from the head & wrapped her long tongue around his shaft, drawing him into her mouth.

While she didn't take him in entirely, having not quite mastered deepthroating yet, she utilized her tongue & hands to do what she couldn't.

Vlad's head hit the back of his chair again, gasping in great lungfuls of air as she bobbed her head up & down half his length, sucking him off.

He flinched.

Vlad: "E-enough. I-I'm close."

In response, Dina slowly pulled off, sucking the entire way until his cockhead came out of her mouth with a pop.

Vlad whimpered at the sensations as she got back up onto the chair with him, before slowly pushing aside the crotch of her panties to reveal her glistening slit & sinking down onto his rigid hardness; the length sliding easily into her soaked & pre-stretched gash.

Vlad almost swallowed his own tongue at the hot, wet feeling of tight, tight, SO TIGHT walls clinging fast to his swollen organ. The way they swallowed him with an eagerness he reciprocated, made his hips twitch in anticipation. Soon enough, he bottomed out inside of his Darling, her plump rear settling back into his lap. The back of his head met the chair's back again as he tried to catch his breath, his hands resting on her full backside.

Heaving breathlessly, Diana's hands grasped his shoulders to brace herself & she began to bounce in his lap. Vlad gave a low moan & instinctively followed her rhythm as his eyes took her in, hands fondling her lovely ass as he thrust up into the warm, supple body in his lap.

Her ocean blue eyes glazed with lust, her perfect porcelain skin, flushed a rosy red, silken midnight hair that fluttered around her, bouncing against her back with her movements, ample bust on the cusp of full womanhood jolting with every impact.

Unable to keep his hands off her anymore, Vlad moved them up to his girlfriend's curvy hips to guide her motions as the age-old dance continued & he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, groaning before beginning to lip & suck at the milky flesh that beckoned him to take a bite.

Vlad: "D-Diana dear! Oh God, yes!"

He found himself lifting the girl up, grasp moving to cup her backside as he rose from his seat, his pants & underwear phasing off his body for easier maneuverability, & pressed her back down onto the surface of his desk.

Huffing, he absently peppered her face with kisses as he continued to fuck her deep, her lithe legs around his waist, the spikes of her heels digging into his tailbone as his balls slapped wetly, relentlessly, into the underside of her ass. Knot inflating & popping in & out of her before growing too big to slide in again without extra effort.

Dina: "P-please! Please, Vlad, keep it going!"

Hearing the girl's plea, the man picked up the pace, panting, hammering himself into the perfect little body beneath him. Luxuriating in the wonderous sensations caused by the insanely hot, wet, & obscenely tight channel between her legs.

Vlad mumbled nonsense words of praise & adoration & abject possession to the splendid young woman bringing him such intense pleasure. Growling low in his chest, he again pressed his face into the side of Dina's exposed throat & began to scrape his fangs over the slowly reddening skin. An instinctive need from his inner alpha to mark her as only his rising inside him.

He could feel his testicles drawing up into his body, signaling his coming release. The older man whined unashamedly at the building pressure & sped up his pistoning as he desperately sought out relief from the coiling heat in his stomach. Sliding one hand down to thumb at her neglected clit, he gnashed his teeth, growling against her skin.

Vlad: "My Diana! MINE!!"

She clawed at his back desperately as her own arched up into him.

Dina: "VLAAAD!! AAAGGHH~♡!!!"

Then, Diana's walls clamped down around his throbbing shaft with a devastated-sounding wail, passage rippling around him like she was trying to pull his manhood right off his body, strangling him, & he just couldn't hold it in anymore.

The spring snapped inside Vlad, his hips slammed balls-deep into hers, his knot squeezing in one last time to swell to its full size & lock them together, abdominals tensing with effort, & before he knew it, he let out a primal snarl from deep in his chest as wave after wave of unbelievable, mind-numbing pleasure coursed through him. His cock twitched & throbbed hotly inside the teen on his desk, unloading his life-giving essence into her hungry womb.

His subsequent moan was loud & long & low against her neck & her answering squeal of delight was just as craven in origin.

They took deep breaths to calm themselves down, Vlad nuzzling her neck before lifting his head to kiss his lover on the lips. It was passionate, but chaste. She responded in kind, her legs tightening around his waist as he continued to hump her gently, grinding into her more than anything as he continued to spill himself into her.

It was a very lazy & sensual type of aftersex that left them smiling as they rubbed their lust-flushed cheeks against each others.

Vlad hummed his delight, "That was wonderful, my Dear. And I'm quite taken with this new outfit of yours. New design?"

Dina: "Yeah, I've been thinking about it for a while."

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When he finally deflated, Vlad pulled out of her warm channel with a groan only to stare down at how his essence leaked from her swollen lips.

Sneaking a quick lick of her oozing slit, he then pressed the tip of the plug into her & watched in fascination as it sank into her body until only the diamond-studded handle was left.

In response, she kissed him & took his bolo tie into her hands, then began to re-tie it around his neck for him. Vlad was struck by how domestic the act was & fought back a feline trill, his cheeks flushing.

Dina: "So, do you think I should walk out the door & give Weston a good scare?"

Vlad snapped to attention & his lips curled up into a cruel smirk at the thought of the sniveling, brown-nosing man seeing his Diana saunter out of his office in such a scimpy outfit & knowing that his boss had just fucked that fantastic piece of ass.

While he knew that the redhead wouldn't mention anything, Vlad knew he would get jealous judging by the obvious homoerotic crush he had on the business mogul & frequent attempts to get back into his bed. (A decision he regretted to this day.)

It'd eat the fool up inside.

She continued to help him straighten up & afterwards, she just perched herself on the right edge of his desk to watch him get started back on his work.

---

(2 Days After Christmas)

It happened one day while Vlad & Dina were relaxing, waiting for his knot to deflate. They were comfortable & enjoying each other's company when the millionaire caught something out of the corner of his eyes. Beneath the right strap of the ghost girl's bra, he could see crimson.

Initially concerned, he got a better look before remembering that she was in ghost form & any blood she leaked would be green. Staring, he noticed the iridescent quality to it. It was then he realized that it must be her soulmate mark. The placement of it was rare & unusual, indicating that she likely had 2 soulmates.

Something about that made his stomach twist with familiar jealousy.

When he looked closer, he noticed that it was glowing in a way different from how ghosts generally glowed. It dawned on him what that could mean & the temptation was too great, so despite the major social faux pas he was about to commit, with a core humming with hesitant, fragile hope, Vlad began to remove the concealer there.

Diana's reaction was immediate in its outrage, she jerked back away from him, but it was too late, he'd already seen her mark; a rolling crimson sea beneath a star-filled sky with a silvery full moon at its peak. A perfect match to his own.

Vlad froze, a burst of warm elation filled his chest as his heart fluttered like the wings of an injured, yet determined bird.

Then, Diana struck him across the face, snapping him out of his trance. His lover pulled herself from him with great strength, sending immense pain to his genitals at having his knot ripped so suddenly from the young woman's lovely depths.

He crumpled forward, cradling his manhood at the intensity of the pain as he called out to Diana, wishing to apologize. How his kitten managed the fortitude to stomp out afterwards despite the mindnumbing pain she must be feeling was beyond him.

---

After getting dressed, he pursued her in a panic at having possibly just lost his best chance at happiness not even a second after learning of their bond & begged forgiveness.

Dina: "You'll do anything?"

Vlad: "Yes, anything."

She had him donate 10% of his earnings to a charity of her choice, then they spent a week volunteering at soup kitchens around the city. No sex until after that.

At first, Vlad was grumpy & would behave snobbishly, but then he met a little boy there that reminded him too much of himself at that age. The boy was gaunt & it reminded him of the time after his father died (was poisoned by his wife, but Vlad doesn’t know for sure that this is what happened; he only suspects). The man had always been cold, narcissistic, neglectful, & mentally/emotionally/verbally abusive for as long as Vlad knew him & no matter how hard his childhood self had tried to earn the man’s love, nothing helped. His mother had already been prone to the bottle before in an attempt to deaden the pain of having miscarried her second child, but after father... it just got worse.

She'd always wanted a large family with lots of children & had expressed as such to him quite often when he was young. However, the miscarriage had caused complications, rendering her all-but barren. This is when she'd started drinking.

There would be several days in a row where he didn't eat anything, because his mother was in too deep a depression to notice that so much time had passed.

It wasn't even that she didn't love him. Those days when she was better able to face life, she became a doting & very loving woman. She really did try so hard & some of Vlad’s fondest memories was spending time with her. Especially helping her in the kitchen & baking.

After a while though, her mental health declined until she was deemed unable to care for him. At which point, she was taken to a mental hospital & Vlad was bounced around between his relatives' homes until he went away for college.

Being the heir to his family’s generations long dairy fortune, many of them tried to vie for his favor, but it was obvious even then what they were truly after. Years after the proto-portal, Vlad started VladCo. & bought the entire business out from under them & turned them all away.

Not his mother though, he paid for all of her doctor’s bills & had her transferred to a better psychiatric hospital that would actually help her. He still went to visit his mother whenever he could & even after all these years, she still loved & doted on & worried about him. The good news was that she was in a better place mentally now & more able to handle her depressive states. The bad news was that when Vlad went to see her & she happened to be in one, she would agonize over not having been there for him. Even though she’d apologized to him for it several times before & every time he forgave her.

She would often ask him if he was dating anyone &, while he knew she didn't mean to put pressure on him, would ask when she'd have grandchildren. Vlad supposed that might be part of why he wanted a family so badly. As much as he, himself, wanted a large family, so too did he want to fulfill his mother's dream of being surrounded by little ones, even if they were a generation passed what she'd initially wanted. She was getting older after all & he wanted her to have as few regrets as possible. So that, hopefully, she wouldn't manifest in the Ghost Zone as a ghost.

In the present, the little boy looked up at Vlad & thanked him brightly for the food before running off to eat.

In that moment, it was as if Vlad's mind opened up & suddenly he became aware of just how many children were there.

Were they all homeless & struggling to survive? Was this really all the food they would be getting today? In that instant, serving food to them didn't seem quite as much of a chore. He had a lot to think about later.

Afterward, as they were leaving the soup kitchen, Vlad turned to Dina, unusually nervous & contrite. "I... I really am sorry for invading your privacy, my Dear, &... for revealing your mark without permission. It was wrong of me... &... thank you... for making me do this..."

She just looked at him for a moment before her expression softened. Then she stepped close & got on her tiptoes to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

Dina: "You're forgiven. But we're still gonna keep helping out for the rest of the week. A punishment is a punishment."

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