are there any side effects to Blood(s)worth’s abilities, aside from the time jumping? negative ones, or just inconvenient ones. also does he have a hobby :3
This has been in my inbox for a month and I'm glad because I've actually been thinking about [Bloodworth] (alt dragon) recently :3c
The time jumping definitely has the most noteworthy side-effect-
short jumps are no problem. 30 seconds, a minute. 10 starts to give him a headache- and he doesn't really do much more than that.
Jumping an hour is enough to start fucking him up- he's never done a whole day, and he's pretty sure it might kill him beyond fixing. (some amount of light dying is fixable.)
easy things are like- Headaches, Body Aches and Pains, Nausea, Stress on the Body, etc
more major things include, y'know, throwing up blood. or chunks of things that probably shouldn't be coming out of you. headache TWO!! burst blood vessels. blood dripping from places. difficulty with the whole breathing and heart beating thing- although those aren't totally necessary for him to survive, so, yknow.
a lot of pretty standard "fucked up by magic" stuff
Sometimes the premonitions leave him with nasty headaches- but he's pretty used to those. He is nothing if not a man with vices, which helps.
The invisibility is just.. fully built in, so he doesn't really experience many side effects there.
It's more of.. incorporeal than invisible, because he can't be touched, but he can't really do it if he's being snagged. It's a bit like a slipping away. The closest thing to a side effect is that sometimes he's not the most solid afterwards if he's been that way for a long time. A little bit... less Present physically than he should be. It takes time to fade back in when you've been gone from the physical for so long.
HOBBIES!
Not... so much to be honest.
He likes to smoke. He likes to play with his..... cat? It's a weird and fucked up little shadowy creature. Cat seems to be people's closest description. He enjoys people watching. He's got one or two people he visits- though I don't know how happy they are to see him.
There's uhhh a guy he likes to track down and fuck with whenever he's feeling particularly in need of a good time or bored or just straight up mischievous. [Kade] is a reaper who works on behalf of Death to find and fix souls that have cheated death in order to maintain balance.
He's so sad and pathetic to look at and fucking with him delights Bloodworth to no end.
He often does it by getting in the way of what Kade's trying to do- secretly giving aid to those that are trying to escape the reaper. He loves doing it. Think Final Destination, to be honest.
Premonition that shows you the future so that you can avoid it? Why yes- he DID put that in your head. You're welcome! :) Now go be a pain in the ass for that other guy who's just trying to do his job! :)
If he has any other hobbies (he probably does) then I'm not sure what they are right now. Feel free to float ideas.
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thinking abt tighnari using his vision in bed 😩 like him using his vision to tie you down with vines, so you don’t squirm too much while he’s fucking into you so rough and needy.
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OH MY GOD...needy and rough Tighnari is my absolute favorite I’m so weak. Him tying your wrists above your head with vines and grabbing onto your hips, roughly pushing them down while he fucks into you. He tells you to stay still, to be good for him, but it’s so hard when he’s fucking you so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach :(
OR OR- Tighnari using his vines to tie your wrists behind your back so he can fuck you from behind with your face pushed into the pillow :( You can’t do anything but whimper and cry while he slams his hips into yours so forcefully. He leans over, pressing your bodies together and says “I know I’m being rough but you can take it, can’t you? That’s right, good job..”
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Synopsis: Cove is already pretty clingy. But you wearing his clothes drives him crazy. (NSFW drabble)
: ̗̀➛ Featured Characters: Cove Holden x Gn!Reader
̗̀➛ Content Warnings: Minor possessive talk, mostly he's just a clingy loser.
̗̀➛ Additional notes: A finished post? My word! Finally putting my near 400 our life hours to use. I hope to post more soon. Leave me some requests for ideas if you'd like!
Nobody you know would call Cove possessive. He's beyond secure in your relationship by now, you've known each other for years upon years. Nobody on earth could even attempt to take his place in your life.
He sulks a little when something or someone steals your attention away for a long time. Jokingly complains about your coworkers getting to see more of you then he does when long hours keep you away from each other.
He's clingy, certainly. Spoiled? Absolutely. But possessive? He couldn't be.
Well... That's not quite true. Cove would be lying if there wasn't a small, carnal part of him, deep deep down, that absolutely adored you belonging to him, and him to you in turn.
The feelings oh so rarely rear their ugly head, he almost forgets they're there at all. Until he sees you draped across the couch on a lazy Sunday morning, bundled up in his pajamas. Wearing his clothes has always done something insatiable to him, no matter the size difference. Whether his shirt pools around your tummy or hugs your waist tight, his cock pulses with a dreadful, needy rhythm.
You have to be aware. Right? Of course you know what it does to him. Every moment with you is heavenly, but you have to have noticed the way he squirms every time you stretch back and his shirt dips and pulls. You have to have noticed the way he fucks you far too energetically for a lazy morning, groping your chest through the soft material of the t-shirt. Surely, surely you've realized he all too often "forgets" to put your laundry in the washing machine with his own, lending you his clothes out of the lustful kindness of his heart?
Whether you know what it does to him or not hardly matters, because Cove is there within moments, curling up beside you on the couch. Pressing his face against your neck, his long fingers tracing the slope of your thigh.
"Cove?" You ask sweetly, putting whatever it was you were doing aside. "Do you need something?"
God he loves it when you say his name. The needy ache in him only gets worse, he tries to push your bodies flush together, almost grinding the tent in his pants against your hip. He's never been the best at initiating sex, his mind gets so hazy and the words don't come to his lips.
Not that he always minds, he hardly knows what to say ever, and there are much better uses for his mouth. Like now, as he presses gentle kisses to your neck in place of answering. He toys with the idea of nipping at the sweet skin there, leaving a little mark for later. But he's already so restless seeing a bruise he left marking you as his might have him cumming in his pants, and he really can't do that again.
"My love," You purr, and a sharp shock of want pierces through him. He bucks his hips against you, desperate. "Use your words. What do you want?"
What does he want? To bend you over the sofa and fuck you senseless, possibly. To burn all the other clothes on the planet so you always have to prance around in his pjs. To make you cum over and over until you're as restless and needy as he feels.
But mostly importantly, most senselessly.
"I want you."
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