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panphilosopher · 2 months

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Fic Idea: Chaggie/Chaggily child AU except it's Vaggie's child when she was a human. (TW: sex violence)

The idea if Vaggie's human origin still happens.

During her time as a sex worker, Vaggie could accidently be impregnated. The idea she didn't realize she was pregnant until at least the beginning of her early second trimester.

Since abortion is illegal in El Salvador and cultural upbringing, Vaggie could be reluctant to have abortion until decided to carry it.

I cannot think of a name, but I'm calling Vaggie's child Mirabel (lol).

Being disowned by her own family fuck Vaggie up psychologically, and decided to raise her (likely have a girlfriend who helped her).

Vaggie absolutely loves her daughter; she dotted her, she was her moon and sun. Gave her endearing names.

Tragically struck; when Mirabel is between 3-5, Vaggie was killed (either to sex violence, struck by vehicle, gang related death, etc).

Vaggie ascended to Heaven (likely having a traumatic life and still caring for her daughter), but Vaggie was devastated because that meant she separated from Mirabel.

Worse, and this part of my headcanon, time is irrelevant in the afterlife. I get the idea from The Good Place; look up Jeremy Bearimy. That's meant Vaggie will not see Mirabel for hundreds of years.

Every year in the afterlife time, Vaggie will have a somber celebration for Mirabel. I would like to say around September to October. Is Vaggie way for her to grieved for not raising her daughter.

Vaggie was also recruited into the Exorcists early, ascended into an angel.

The fic would follow the canon route: Vaggie did the extermination, spears a sinner, and Lute cut her eye and ripped her wings, Charlie would find her, and both fell in love, opened thr Hotel, battle the Exorcists and won. Also, down the line, Emily would fall too and enter a poly-relation with Vaggie and Charlie because I ship Unholy Trinity.

Like three months after the battle, Vaggie and Charlie hold a somber birthday for Mirabel (Vaggie told Charlie when they started dating).

All the hotel residents wondered who birthday is it, and Vaggie tells them its for her daughter.

Cue everybody is going "WHAT" "YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER" and Emily screamed, "Why didn't you tell me?!".

Even Charlie gasped before saying, "Why am I gasping? I already knew that."

I see Vaggie as a very closed person, won't tell people her past unless she trust them, and seeing she openly celebrating her daughter's birthday means she does now. Also, she likely didn't realized she hasn't tell Emily yet.

Now, here comes the angst: a few days after Vaggie's fell (or forced fall), Mirabel ascended to Heaven.

I don't think Vaggie and her former partner will have a healthy relationship. Not fault for either of them: poverty, homophobic society, and that Vaggie being a sex worker. Vaggie decided to keep Mirabel just add another fight between them.

After Vaggie died, her former partner gave Mirabel up to an orphanage. I do see her feeling guilty and likely giving donations to the orphanage, but that's it.

I will see Mirabel being a selfless girl: the big sister of the orphanage, gave her dinner portion to the children who's nearly starving, is known around the town for helping people, things like that.

She vaguely remembered Vaggie, only remembered that her mother loved her, the pet name, and I believed a nursery song that Vaggie sang to her.

Mirabel likely died around 15-17, and I say either to traffic accident or a bullet stray from a gang shoot-out.

After arriving in Heaven, Mirabel will look everywhere and try to find Vaggie. However, she doesn't know her name and not realize she isn't in Heaven.

A month after the failed extermination, Lute discovered Mirabel, and being the sadistic bastard she is, recruited Mirabel into being an Exorcist, making her an angel too.

She gives half lies about Vaggie: being an Exorcist but was killed during the failed extermination by Charlie's paramor. Since Vaggie never actually introduced herself during the Redemption Hearing, and that Mirabel vaguely remembered how Vaggie looked like (especially her afterlife/her fallen angel form if take fanon route).

Cue Mirabel trained and searched for her mom's killer, not realizing her mom is alive and said killer is her mom.

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weiila · 27 days

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TFW you had so many delicious ideas about a movie project starring that little jester twink who was rumored to hang out with your favorite Sin, but due to recent revelations suddenly realize just where it would have gotten you.

Although note how Valentino is still so full of himself he thinks Ozzie would want to keep him around.

(Also that is a really bad contract and I'd hope Fizz even at his most manipulated would have been smart enough not to sign it with that new clause. Mammon was already sexualizing him to hell and back, that's a small next step to attempt. Ew. Yeah no I don't believe for a second Mammon was actually going to let Fizz lose the competition, he was too much of an easy to control cash cow.)

Trying to find my style again after not drawing for years, got stuck between "Oh I'll just try doing colored sketches" and "Brain automatically goes back to lineart" and ended up with something in-between. Ah well.

#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #hazbin valentino #hazbin vox #hazbin velvette #hazbin vees #helluva mammon #valentino should be a TW #tw human trafficking #tw sex work #fizz x ozzie #fizzarozzie #fizzmodeus #kinda sorta

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chrysalis-the-butterfly · 1 month

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"You're lucky you make me money!"

That line Valentino says to Angel Dust has been stuck in my head lately.

I saw a discussion on Reddit about Angel's acting skills, and one commentor shared a really interesting theory:

I'm a fan of the theory that in life, his Mafia family ran gay clubs (pretty much all the gay clubs were Mafia at that time given the laws) and they had him get close to important or wealthy individuals, get compromising evidence, like pictures of them having sex, and using it as mob blackmail material. That's DANGEROUS if you're not a very good actor who can improvise.

I think I like that theory too. Because it would be thematically appropriate to Angel's story, and make his situation with Valentino so much worse.

Maybe Anthony chose to come out as gay (well, "a homosexual") to his family, or maybe he was outed somehow. Either way, I wonder how such a tough Mafia family would have reacted. They could have rejected him...

...or, as the commentor suggests, they could have used it to their advantage. They could have let him act on his attraction to men, under the condition that it was done in a way that would benefit the family business.

I can imagine Anthony getting into an argument with his father, and Anthony's "homosexuality" being raised as a sticking point. I can imagine Anthony pushing his father's buttons and his father lashing out by shouting something like, "You're lucky you make me money!"

I can imagine Anthony's father being ashamed of his son, wanting to get rid of his son out of sheer disgust, but grudgingly not doing so because his son is useful to him.

I can imagine Anthony understanding all of that, just from hearing, "You're lucky you make me money!"

And then Angel hearing the same thing from Valentino would be extra levels of heartbreaking.

He didn't rejoin the family business in the afterlife. He went into sex work instead, because he had more freedom to do so. And I wonder if he fell in love with Valentino initially, and believed the moth demon loved him back.

But instead, he's hearing that same phrase again, in a very similar context: "I have killed bitches for less than this attitude you're giving me. You're lucky you make me money!"

And they do say there's no smoke without fire...

It would cement the idea that Angel's only asset is his ability to act sexy and bring in the cash. It would make Angel believe that he doesn't have anything else to offer. That people just want to use him. That he's a money spider, not a person, and certainly no-one with any intrinsic value.

It would make Angel believe that no-one could ever just love him for himself.

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #anthony hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel anthony #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #henroin #tw abuse #tw sex work

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mhathotfic · 7 months

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I think sex work in the omegaverse should be talked about more, ironically I don’t have a lot of time to talk about it right now but some examples I’ll come back to.

Comfort Omegas/Alphas

Betas being in high demand as switches

Kink work in general

Brothels

#tw omegaverse #tw sex work

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gwenllian-in-the-abbey · 1 month

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What was the point in making Aegon sexually traumatised his brother Aemond ?

Honestly, I think the writers were trying to draw a parallel between Viserys & Daemon and Aegon & Aemond. If you remember there was a line early in S1, when Daemon said he and Viserys visited brothels together when they were the age Rhaenyra was when Daemon took her to the brothel. Viserys would have been the older brother (and in HotD, he's older by a fair amount), Daemon the younger, so this would likely have been initiated by Viserys. I think the show wanted to make a point about Targaryen lack of boundaries between siblings, and about how Aegon's hypersexuality started young. I think the show wanted us to recognize that it's kind of sad that the rite of passage/bonding activity Aegon chooses for his thirteen year old brother is visiting a brothel. Like, these kids grew up with pornographic paintings on the walls and with the expectation that they might marry their own sisters. They're not going to be normal about sex, and I think that's the point.

That said, at the risk of getting yelled at, I think this scene has been overblown just a wee bit in the process of woobifying Aemond. While I'm sure it was uncomfortable for Aemond to visit a brothel at that age, there's no reason to think that a prostitute would actually force sex on a thirteen year old. The sex worker will get paid either way, and I'm sure they'd be more than happy to sit there and drink tea with the kid until the time was up. If the situation had been truly traumatic, I don't think Aemond would have related it to Criston with that wry tone. Yes, he looked embarrassed/uncomfortable with the brothel madam, but who wouldn't? It's an awkward situation, and don't get me wrong, it's super inappropriate, but honestly I don't think it was meant to be some super traumatic event that scarred him for life.

#asks #aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen #tw sex work

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vampyrsutton · 1 year

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Spring Heat

Summary:

Hawks misses a meeting and Dabi goes after him to some interesting results.

Ao3 Tags:

Mating Cycles/In Heat, Breeding Kink, Sex Pollen, Aphrodisiacs, Sort Of, Quirk Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Quirk Misuse (My Hero Academia), Mentions of Sex Work, Multiple Orgasms, Background Relationships, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Anal Sex, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has a Big Dick, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Genital Piercings, Soft Dabi | Todoroki Touya, For a second, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird

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Day 2 of DabiHawks Week 2023!

NSFW Prompts: Spring Heat/Breeding

"Hawks! Open up, dammit, we had a meeting!" Dabi yells as he bangs on the hero's sliding glass door, panting from climbing the fire escape up to the penthouse stupid rich fucker. When he's met with silence despite being able to see the ugly ass coat draped over the uncomfortable couch. "Oi! I know you're home!"

A feather comes rushing down the hall and for a second Dabi thinks he's being let in, but instead, the damn thing locks the door.

Oh, fuck that.

Dabi curses as he digs in his pockets, smirking when he pulls out some safety pins for when he gets a new rip in his coat. Dropping into a crouch, it takes him seconds to pick the same lock the feather had just turned and throw open the door. "Nice try, birdie, but I had to eat somehow!"

There's a quiet curse from down the hall before what Dabi knows to be the bedroom door slams shut and pisses Dabi off further.

"HAWKS!" He yells, stomping down the hallway only to stop when he hears a whimper. "Hawks?" He asks softer this time.

"Not tonight, Dabi." Hawks slurs . Why is the bird slurring??? "Not for the next week really."

Dabi scoffs to hide anything that might resemble concern. "And you couldn't have sent a text why?"

"I-…I got a little sidetracked. Won't happen again." Hawks sighs with none of his normal PR laughter present.

Dabi narrows his eyes, alarm bells sounding in his head at Hawks allowing him to hear anything that could be seen as weakness let alone actually sounding weak. "Wanna explain what's going on?"

There's another whimper before it sounds like Hawks is forcing himself to talk. "Not really…it's physically hard to explain."

Dabi hums, pulling out his phone to Google something. "This have anything to do with Spinner locking him and Shiggy in his room?"

The surprised squawk Hawks lets out answers his question before Hawks can even try to deny it. "No- it's- uh-"

"Do you want help, birdie?" Dabi cuts him off with a sigh. "Shiggy didn't actually get a chance to give us any direction before he was dragged away to be a cock sleeve so I've got time. The meeting was more out of boredom than an actual job."

There's silence for a moment then some shuffling before a gold eye glare out of a crack in the bedroom door. "You edged me out of boredom?"

Dabi snorts, not expecting that reaction before smirking lazily. "Can do it again on purpose if you want?"

Even if he'd planned to snap at him, Dabi can see how the hero's pupils pin at the thought. "…Maybe later. Get in here."

Dabi holds up a flame to pause the feather that comes racing at him. “You were going to postpone the meeting a week. Is that how long this lasts?”

Hawks pouts at being stopped but nods. “Five days with usually a two or so day recovery.”

Dabi nods, putting out his fire to pluck the feather from the air. “Give me half an hour to meet up with an old contact. My stamina’s pretty good from before the League, but I’m not making it five fucking days without some help.” A small smirk. “Get a few rounds out to make it easier on both of us until then?”

Hawks’ face does something complicated, but his horniness ultimately wins. “Can I use the feather to fly you back?”

Dabi grimaces, but nods. “I’ll have him cancel out the motion sickness too.” He decides, heading back down the hall quickly with the feather still in hand as he gets out his phone. “No snooping.”

“Doubt I could if I wanted to.” Hawks sighs, already heading back to his nest.

The sounds of chirping moans have already started up by the time Dabi reaches the door and he makes it back down the fire escape in record time. Luckily, his contact was working something nearby and Dabi curses at not being able to use it to blackmail the heroes later, but he’d prefer to stay on this contact’s good side so he agrees to keep quiet.

Within twenty minutes, Dabi’s had his refractory period and motion sickness turned off for the next week and a half, and is thrilled to learn an old colleague was there as well who could put Dabi into a similar state as his birdie with a single kiss.

“Have fun, sweetie, ~” The petite girl giggles, patting his cheek as his pupils dilate. “Hopefully he doesn’t live too far.”

Dabi’s already having trouble with any thoughts outside of fucking someone, but manages a smirk as he holds up a feather. “I have a ride.”

“That explains the motion sickness request.” His former pimp chuckles, ruffling his hair. “Stay safe. If he does anything, let me know. I’m sure I can dig something up.”

Even the touch to his hair has him leaning in with a sigh before he shakes his head to clear it. “Thanks, guys. See you in a week, Angel.”

That was the downside of her quirk is she had to kiss you again to turn it off, but Dabi was fine with that if it meant he wouldn’t die trying to help his birdie.

He makes it outside before he heats his hand up a bit to get Hawks’ attention and the feather twitches before he sees two larger ones darting through the sky to scoop him up under his arms and rush him back to Hawks’ balcony. He, thankfully, doesn’t feel like throwing up, but it's still disorienting as he stumbles back into the hero’s living room.

Luckily, all it takes is hearing a single chirped moan from down the hall for Angel’s quirk to rear back to life and almost makes him fim fall over with the wave of arousal that hits him.

Fuck, the things he does for this idiot.

He must not be moving fast enough for Hawks’ liking though because he sees the feathers once again in his vision and doesn't even get a chance to try and tease the hero before the feathers are zipping him down the hall and removing his clothes along the way. Within seconds, he’s naked and being dropped into a nest of blankets with a predatory trill sounding beside him and going straight to his already aching cock.

Shit, that was a hell of a quirk.

“You smell like other people.” Hawks chitters angrily.

Dabi fights through the fog in his head to answer. “Sorry, birdie. Val’s quirk relies on smoke and Angel was apparently working so I got a little help from her too.”

“How does hers work?” Hawks pouts.

Hmm, he’s cute when he’s jealous.

“A kiss.” Dabi shrugs before smirking as his eyes rake up Hawks’ own naked form to land on his bared fangs. “I’ll be more than able to keep up now if you wanna make me forget her.”

That’s all the prompting Hawks needs apparently to descend upon the villain with a hungry kiss that leaves them panting as the quirk sears through Dabi’s veins at the contact.

"Fuck, I forgot how strong that was." Dabi gasps when Hawks finally lets him up for air. His hand immediately shoots out to yank Hawks back down when he tries to move away at all. "Get back down here." He actually snarls, bringing Hawks to rest between his legs so they can grind against each other while Dabi swallows every little chirped moan that tries to escape. "Fuck…"

Hawks has to agree as having a willing potential mate in his nest has his heat crashing into him full force like he hadn't just cum his brains out waiting for the flame user to return and nothing about the villain is helping. If anything, everything about him is only making it worse as almost too hot hands grip his hips, a pierced tongue dominates his mouth, and every rung of that god-forsaken Jacob's Ladder rubs against his cock as Dabi jerks his hips to grind against him. He's once grateful for the thick scar tissue covering the villain because his talons digging into his shoulders and his fangs keep catching on a scared lower lip which only seems to spur Dabi on more. With the all-encompassing heat consuming Hawks inside and out, he doesn't notice how easily he's been worked back to the edge until a hot hand is using their pre-cum to stroke them together and Hawks lets out a low croon when the sudden attention almost does him in.

"Plea-Dabs, please. Close. So close. Just a little more. Plea-Fuck!" Hawks almost shrieks when Dabi heats his hand just a little more and bites near his collarbone hard enough to definitely leave a mark and shit Hawks hopes he leaves plenty of those as a few more strokes of this sends him barreling over the edge and spilling all over Dabi's cock and stomach. He doesn't even get a chance to come down or worry about cum getting in the villain's seams because Dabi doesn't stop, using the cum like lube and speeding up with a curse as he tries to work himself over the edge too.

"Fucking shit, you look so good losing control in my hand." Dabi groans, rutting his hips against the hero's sensitive cock and enjoying the sensitive chirps. "Can't wait to have you crying on my cock. Gonna look fucking beautiful."

The dirty compliments have Hawks' wings puffing up in embarrassment but the attention combined with his heat has his arms shaking as his dick tries to get hard again. "Da-bi, please~ Too much." He whimpers despite his bird brain's protests to get the villain inside of him as fast as possible for eggs he doubts he can even have if the Commission had anything to say about it.

In the end, the bird wins.

"Inside. Please. Want… Need you…inside." Hawks forces out, having a hell of a time talking. "Need your cock…your cum…dammit need it…so b-AH-d! DABI~!"

Dabi lets out a sound that almost sounded like a growl as he abandons their cocks to grip Hawks' hips and lift him off his lap with a strength the hero didn't know the skinny-looking villain possessed. He was almost tempted to send a feather to turn on the lights for a better look, but then he's having to dig his knees into the bed to not fall and the smirk tugging at staples tells him that's exactly what the flame user wanted as a hand leaves his hip and suddenly he's being guided down on pierced cock and letting out desperate chirps along with the moan. His feathers almost ache with how hard they're trembling and a low chuckle that makes his poor cock twitch doesn't help.

"Da-bi…" Hawks croons when his ass meets the villain's hips. "Big…please…"

"Please what, birdie?" Dabi pants, turquoise all but gone from his eyes as they rake over the whimpering hero on top of him. "Gonna have to be specific. There are so many things I could do to you after all. So many things I want to do to you." A wicked smirk as a hand moves from the hero's hips down to his rim stretched around the villain's cock. "And you'd let- no beg me to do every one of them, wouldn't you?"

Hawks feels his face flush red as he pictures all the things the villain could do to him, especially with whatever Dabi let someone quirk him with. "Yes, please." He breathes out desperately, bracing himself when deceptively strong legs adjust to dig somehow unscarred heels into the nest. "Anything."

There's a mean chuckle before hands return to his hips and Hawks caws out a moan as Dabi starts fucking up into him in earnest. He knows the original plan had only been to cancel the recovery period, but the addition of the other one makes Hawks glad he listened to the villain when he was ordered to make himself cum when he was away because Dabi seems to be just as feral as Hawks feels and he's sure he would break otherwise. As it is, feeling the piercings catching on his rim and grinding against his insides has Hawks feeling desperate and he's sure not taking the edge off would have him actually losing his mind as his talons dig into healthy and scarred flesh alike.

Dabi curses, loving the added sting of the hero's talons and the blonde's already abused hole clenches around him. Based on the desperate bird song and distant look in gold eyes, he's not sure there's any thought in that head other than getting off. It makes Dabi feel rabid and he's grateful he kept up his training as his abs and thighs strain in their efforts to continue fucking up into the bird who is too far gone to be of any semblance of help, but that's fine by Dabi as it allows him to essentially use Japan's Number Two hero as nothing more than a fleshlight. He's pretty sure that's what they'll be reduced to by the end of the night , let alone week , is nothing but animals using each other for pleasure, but they can worry about that at a later date.

Right now, Dabi can feel his balls tightening with his need to cum, and can see red features shaking with approaching overstimulation. Dabi can already tell this won't be his only round, but maybe he'll be nice and let Hawks lay down for the next one.

He gets the mental image of Hawks with his ass in the air and face pressed into the bed as wings twitch against the covers next to him while Dabi pounds into him from behind, and he groans as he decides that's his next plan.

"Shit, birdie, I'm close. Gonna fuck this load up into you and get your face pressed into the sheets before it even has a chance to leak out. Fuck another load into you like the bitch in heat you are and maybe then I'll let you call a shot, hmm?" Dabi nearly growls, abs tensing as he nears the edge. "How does that sound, pretty bird?"

"Yes, please." Hawks coos needily. "Breed m-" His eyes widen when his brain catches up with his mouth and he flushes halfway down his chest in embarrassment. "I mean-"

He's cut off by a guttural groan and his own chirping as his plea sends Dabi over the edge and cumming hard inside of Hawks with something akin to a growl. It makes Hawks coo, momentarily satisfying the more avian part of his brain before he squawks when he's suddenly empty and being flipped on his front with a manically grinning villain pushing back in behind him. Hawks doesn't really even get time to process his new position or the sudden realization that his literal ass is in the hands of a mass murderer before Dabi's splitting him open on his cock once more and melting whatever brain he had managed to salvage.

"Dabi~!" He croons, talons digging into his sheets now as Dabi makes good on his promise to not let anything leak out of him. "Please, more, please, anything just fuck me please~"

"Come on, birdie, it's only round two, are you really this desperate to be treated like a whore that you'll let a villain throw you around and use you like a cocksleeve just to get your ass filled? That desperate to be treated like nothing more than a breeding bitch you'd let anyone stick their dick in here, wouldn't you?" Dabi chuckles darkly, running his thumb along Hawks' stretched rim and prodding like he's going to push it in just to watch Hawks' wings puff up. "Want me to breed you? How lucky for you I have the connections let me do just that. I'll fuck you so full you'll look pregnant by the time I'm done. Have you so strung out on my dick, you'll never want to leave. Be begging to be my good little cock warmer when we take over and your precious hero society is left in ashes." Hawks' hips start twitching so he takes that as his cue to move. "Tell me, Hawks, what do you think the public would say if they could see what a little slut I've made of you with only one round? Of their precious number two begging to be a villain's cum dump? Bet they'd be lining up to take their turn."

Hawks moans, long and broken as Dabi fills the room with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and growls absolute filth in his ear. It has his bird brain crooning happily, the thought of such a good mate using him and stuffing him full of cum, but the last statement has him chittering grumpily. "Nooo~!" He whines, wings shooting out to hold Dabi hostage when he misinterprets and tries to pull away. "No others…just mate."

Dabi blinks slowly, brain trying to process a literal model saying that about him, but then the hero must get impatient because a feather trails over healthy skin to relight the fire in his belly and he curses before moving again. "Shit, okay. I can work with that." Dabi grunts, grabbing slim hips to start abusing the hero's hole. "So the most thirsted-after hero in all of Japan wants to be my personal cum dump." He hums now in amusement. "Well, how am I supposed to say no to that? Don't worry, pretty bird. I'll make sure to stuff you nice and full so not even a plug will be able to hold it all in. You'll probably have to go to one of your fancy hero interviews and sit there trying to blush at the feeling of cum running down your leg and knowing who you let put it there before you come back to beg me to fuck another in there." His grin turns even more wicked as he grips the bases of his wings to watch the hero melt into putty before looming over him to whisper in his ear. "Fuck you so good, you won't ever have to question whose side you're on because you know the Commission can never give you what you need. Can never fulfill what you're truly made for which is showing me your cute little hole so my piercings can brand it as mine ."

Alarm bells go off in Hawks' head as he vaguely registers the villain admitting to knowing he's a spy, but the rest sounds far too good to argue as he chirps and moans. Maybe it's the grip on his wings sending his bird brain further into the gutter, or maybe it's that he's known what side he's actually on for a while now, but as far as he's concerned right now, that sounds like exactly what he wants as he cranes his neck to give the flame user access to it despite knowing he doesn't have the same instincts. "Yes, please, fuck me, breed me, use me, yours, please Dabi, ple~"

His begging is cut off with a loud moan as Dabi does exactly what his bird brain was hoping for and lunges forward to dig blunt teeth into Hawks' shoulder and make the hero's brain lock him in as his permanent mate. The rush of endorphins has him cumming hard onto the sheets beneath him before he's cooing happily when he feels Dabi cum inside him soon after.

In a moment of post-nut clarity, he really hopes Dabi meant even half of that because trying to get it broken would be a pain. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to need to worry because Dabi hums happily as he flops back and manhandles Hawks to lay on his chest, the back-to-back orgasms seeming to sate him for a moment.

"Sorry about that pretty bird, her quirk takes you down to base instincts so I hope that was okay," Dabi mumbles as he satisfies his need to nuzzle Hawks' hair.

Hawks trills happily before fighting words to his tongue, "'M good…bite made us mates though…"

"Hmm, what does that mean for hawks?" Dabi hums, sounding a bit more cautious.

"My hawks…it mates for life…I can get meds though if you don't wa-" Hawks yelps now as the thought makes Dabi's hands heat up on his back before the villain hisses out an apology.

"Sorry, no I'm fine with it if you are." Dabi sounds a little embarrassed now but won't let Hawks move his head from his scar-covered shoulder to see. "Only if you drop the spy shit though."

Hawks winces but lets out a light chuckle. "About that…I haven't given them information in…months." He admits, wiggling back with a whine when he feels cum trying to leak out. "Can you go in again? Leaking."

Dabi blinks in surprise at the bird's admission before he can't help but snort at the request, rearranging them a bit so his half-hard cock can mostly hold it all inside. "Dirty bird."

Hawks lifts his head to blink at him slowly before smirking wickedly. "It's only day one."

Dabi's face pales as he finally thinks with the right head long enough to realize what he's gotten himself into. "You're going to be more cum than hero by the end of this."

Hawks snorts, but trills happily, going back to nuzzling his new mate. "Hopefully."

Out of all the dirty things Dabi had just said, he doesn't know why the hero saying that is what ends up embarrassing him, but he feels the need to hide his face in fluffy blonde hair the best he can. "…I'll do my best then.

There's another happy trill as feathers start flying out of the nest for water and washcloths, both finding themselves too exhausted to actually move for now, but knowing both are necessary.

In the end, this isn't how either planned to properly win the other if ever, but they had to admit it fit them. A crazy start to a crazy relationship.

Yeah, that sounded about right.

#dabihawks #hotwings #hotwingz #bnha dabi #bnha hawks #todoroki touya #takami keigo #bnha #dabi #hawks #mha smut #tw sex work #dhweek23nsfw #dabihawksweek23

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byrdtrolls · 2 months

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Three Things Casmie Bishop Doesn't Remember, But Only Because She's Dead

The backroom of the Anglerfish looks like a gym locker room. Cubbies line the wall, holding bags, heels, normal clothes that had been changed out of. Often you would find one of the trolls leaning out the backdoor with a cigarette on their fifteen, or giggling with their friends on one of the long benches. There's a tiny little altar by the window, where a worn print picture of Kokoro Kimura sits. These things are everywhere in most places owned by The Falling Moons, littered with candles and half eaten snacks and coins and cigarette butts and anything else deemed a worthy offering to the 300 sweeps dead Mafia founder. The falling apart photo print watches over the room like a strange little saint of lower caste gang members and whores. There are other photos, ones girls at the club had hung up off their lost family members or messiahs. Casmie has put a photo of her still living cat up there, ironically. Sunset is painstakingly unclipping each clip of a tall pair of platform boots with a sigh worthy of a troll at the end of a long shift. The woman next to him is throwing on a black sweater, already feeling the chill of the outside wind.

“How’d you know I was ex-circus?” He asks her.

“You dance like an acrobat,” Casmie laughs. “All pointy toes. The way you trolls land twists sometimes- you can tell you were trained first for trapeze or something.”

“Huh,” He says. “I didn’t even realize I was doing it.” He ponders. “How many ex-circus trolls work here for you to notice a thing like that.”

“Too damn many,” She sighs, as she pulls up a pair of patterned sweatpants over her legs. She pauses when she sees the look on his face in response.

“Sorry- you guys are lovely- not a dig at you, it just, kind of shows how all these people who have been trafficked don’t really have a lot of options. You know. You escape or the tents cut you loose for whatever reason and then you’re just on the streets without a penny to your name nor any other way to make money.”

“Well congratulations” Sunset replies, peeling four pairs of long opera gloves off his arms. “You have me word for word.”

“I’m not trying to be superior- my grubhood wasn’t much better.” She flutters nearby him.

“It doesn’t take much to be better than cages,” Sunset argues, sticking out his tongue. “What hole did you spring from?”

“An aquarium.” She retorts.

“That sucks.” He says.

Casmie laughs. “It does. You know you’re funny, Sunsie.”

“Sunsie?” He replies. “How am I funny?”

“You have… a kind of funny way of speaking.” she describes. “So earnest. You take everything… so seriously. Even silly things.”

“I take silly things sillilily.”

“Sililily?” She giggles.

“Yes,” He affirms.

“You’re always answering rhetorical questions.” Casmie muses. “You wanna hang out sometime?”

“I’d love to” He replies, trying not to betray his eagerness towards such an offer.

“I live up east- near pier 12. gotta have a lot of roommates but if you come early they’ll both be out for work. Is that too far from where you’re staying?”

“I’ll be honest.” Sunset admits, “I’ve been sleeping in the hotel.”

Casmie drops her bag down, making a noise of upset and exasperation “Girl,” She says.

“You don’t sleep in the brothel, that's like step one to getting murdered.”

He opens his mouth, and then closes it. She takes in the desolation in his expression, pausing. It could not be more evident he has nowhere else to go.

“Hey” She says. “We can figure something out,” She says. “Sorry, I didn’t mean- not your fault, obviously. But I can help you find someplace.”

Sunset pulls a t-shirt over himself.

“You’re too kind” He says carefully, as if not prepared to trust such an offer.

A couple days later, the two trolls enter, giggling, into a laundromat.

“Hey!” Casmie snaps. “You are not putting that pink thing in with my all white lingerie set.” She says, leaning over and trying to separate the clothes in his hands.

“Cas” Sunset says helplessly. “I’ve only got cash for one wash.”

“Go talk up the laundromat guy” she jokes, lifting her brasseir. “Get us some free washes.”

Sunset pauses. “I’m not doing that”

“Too good for the laundromat troll” she teases, opening a machine, sorting the laundry.

“No” he pauses, glancing back towards the counter and back. “I just support small business,” he says, bizarrely.

Casmie stares at him for a second, and laughs. “We're a small business,” she says. “Me n you getting busy in this” she says, holding up another one of the tops she’s washing.

Sunset covers his face with a hand.

“Whatever” Casmie decides. “I’ll pay for mine. Don’t worry about it.” She says, taking out her wallet and counting her change.

“Thanks” the other trolls says gratefully, loading his clothes into the machine with two hands and starting it with his other set. His friend slips coins into the coffee machine. Before hoping up on top of the thing, kicking her feet.

“Isn’t the other laundry place closer to work?” She says.

“I guess” Sunset retorts.

“Like, we coulda saved a couple blocks of walking. Or went to the one by my apartment.” She says.

“I like this one” sunset says. “They have really good machines”

“They what?” She says. “Who gives a shit?”

“No,” Sunset says. “They will really launder your clothes”

Casmie stares at him, him for a second, keen enough to pick up this is bullshit somehow but unable to determine exactly why.

“Hey you!” She calls to the laundromat guy. “What do y’all put in these machines that makes them so good at laundering!” She says.

Rasley stares at her for a long moment. “Deter…gent?” He says, slowly. “M’am?” He squeaks, staring at the floor, seeming flustered by the litter troll's revealing outfit.

Casmie laughs again, and Sunset finds himself lost in the melody of the sound. He glances from Rasley back to her, as if caught on a pulled string between two worlds, the past and future. The orange off-caste looks back to him.

“You are a weirdo, you know,” She says, reaching over and cupping his cheeks. “You are a freak. I love you.”

A half sweep later, Sunset wakes up on the bathroom floor of Casmie’s apartment. It’s clearly been attempted to make the spot comfortable. There is a sleeping bag laid out upon it, a quilted blanket. A phone charger. The space would be tight even for a normal troll, but the man has several extra arms. He wakes, stretching, cracking a sore back and wincing at the pain that follows, Sunset starts to roll up the sleeping bag, as someone will surely be in to use the bathroom soon.

Casmie has seven roommates. They had tried their damn hardest but couldn't find someplace else where he would sleep, so every day, he made and unmade his own little bedroom. The troll splashes some water on his face, before picking up the rolled up bag and exiting the room. He ducks into the hallway, stashing the thing in the closest that was it’s home before entering the kitchen.

“Hey! Sunsie, you wanna go thrifting?” She says, kicking her feet off the counter, an action way too cute for the alternative outfit she’s wearing, as was typical of the woman.

“Can’t” He says, arms slinking around her to start microwaving an instant coffee. “I picked up another shift”

“Oh come on,” She says. “Sunday is our off day! We need one day for moirail shit.”

“That guy offered me a job” Sunset grins. “And you know how he spoils me. Can’t sit on that money.” He defends his choice.

“G-d. That same purple from friday?” She says. “He’s sooo corny I don’t know how you stand him.”

The other troll shrugs, pulling his coffee from the microwave. “I dunno, it’s kind of cute, in an annoying sort of way. He keeps telling me he’s gonna pay off my debt to the club and get me out of the business.”

“Oh wonderful,” She says, crossing her arms. “Your knight in shining armor”

“He’s earnest,” Sunset says. “And he pays really well”

“That’s- kind of what puts me off” His moirail rambles, watching Sunset pack up for work. “Where’s he getting like, all that money to drop on you, for real? I mean how many nights has he been coming into the Anglerfish in a row- he’s like obsessed, it's some serial killer shit.”

“I guess I cannot help but be that irresistible” The taller troll laughs. “You just can’t stand to see me winning. You like having me here on your bathroom floor.”

“I love having you here on my bathroom floor,” She says. “But I don’t know if you’re ‘winning’ with that guy.”

“He cares about me, he wants to pay all my bills and send me to college like a good little girl~” Sunset jokes.

“He does not” Casmie insists. “Like, that is the same wishy-washy bullshit every single john pulls when you nut in him”

Again, her friend laughs.

“I’m serious!” She retorts. “Stay safe. Guys who wanna ‘save you’ never make good on it. I’m talking to you as a veteran, okay.”

“I’ll be fine,” Sunset says, sipping his coffee. He lifts Casmie’s hand, and kisses it. “I’ll be careful. I promise.”

“You owe me a day off.” She complains. “Tell that to your sugar daddy.”

“I’ll let him know,” Sunset says, rolling his eyes, heading out of the kitchen.

Casmie rolls her eyes, watching him go. Eventually, as his footsteps pitter patter out into the distance as he heads down the stairs, she turns over to the fridge, only for her head to snap up to attention when there is a sudden, loud thud and clunking noise.

“Sunset!” She calls, forgoing the nickname in a moment of panic as she rushes out towards the hall.

She finds him sitting at the very end of the stairway, hand held tight to his chest.

“Motherfucker” The man wheezes, face contorted, in a voice so quiet she can barely hear it. Casmie rushes down the stairs.

“What happened!” She says, rushing down.

“I just-” He wheezes, and then pauses, breathing in, and out, as slowly as he can, as if that will lessen the pain raging through him as his chest rises and falls.

“Fuck” She says, “are you okay?” She says, but does not wait for an answer. The off-caste seadweller glances up the stairs. “Fuck” She mutters, well familiar with the lung complications that plagued her moirail. Being born with an extra set of arms, there wasn’t really, well, a whole lot of space for Sunset’s lungs in his chest. He had been born with them chronically small, an issue that left him very vulnerable to any kind of respiratory infection. He would get very, very sick at times and lead to many a stressful night in many of the dark, shady hospitals that would take mutants. She is well familiar with it, having taken care of Sunset for a harrowing few months when he had caught pneumonia last winter, and almost died. She debates if it would be worth it to leave him for a second to rush back upstairs and grab the last his anti-inflammatory meds. The tiny woman watches Sunset struggle to breathe for only a moment, before sprinting up the stairs, and coming rushing back down with a pill bottle in hand.

“I’m good” He wheezes, waving an arm. “I’m- I’ll be fineeee” He manages. “Just- a second” he says, accidentally swallowing the end of the sentence.

She, panicked, and confused, holds up the pill bottles.

“I don’t have pneumonia” He wheezes. “Those won’t do shit”

“Well what else am I supposed to do! What do you have?” She snaps.

“I don't- know” The purpleblood says again, in between breaths, “overdid stairs” He wheezes.

“This is clearly more than overdoing the stairs. I’ve seen you overdo stairs! This is something. We should go back to that doctor”

“I have workkkkk” He complains. “I just need a second”

“Okay.” She says. “We can take a second, just, breathe, okay. We’ll figure it out. We’ve got to call off your shift.”

“No” He insists, trying to pull himself up, failing, and curling up into a little ball again.

“If you kill yourself trying to please that milktoast purple while you can’t fucking breathe, Sunsie I will never forgive you” She says. “You cannot dance right now!”

She is right, of course, but he doesn’t want to hear it. The man stares up at the ceiling, trying to focus on his laborious breathing. Not today, not today, g-dammnit. Of all the days, why now. But illness can never be convenient.

“There will be other shifts” Casmie says, running a hand through his hair.

He leans slightly into her touch as the smaller woman cups his cheek.

“He- invited me too-” He wheezes. “Whole fancy party- At casino- I have to go- I won’t dance- I’ll just sit with him.”

“Girl! You should not be having sex either if you can’t handle the stairs!” She snaps.

“He said he’d give me 20,000$ caegars!” Sunset snaps, the longest sentence he’s managed since he collapsed.

“Sunsie, where would he even get that money to spend on a stripper.” Casmie says, her brows furrowing.

Sunset gives a long, shaky sigh. “I’m saving up-” He says. “I need to get an appointment with that- surgeon” He pleads. “I need- to get my arms- removed.”

“Well no shit” She says.

“I can’t not go” He wheezes.

Casmie stares at him for a long, long, moment, holding her moirails head in her hands. “Okay” She says. “Here’s what we’ll do,” She says, ever practical. “You’re gonna take these- Just in case it’s pneumonia” She insists, not being a doctor but desperate to help. “I’m gonna wake up Roonst-” She says, naming another of their roommates. “And they’re gonna drive you to that hospital that sees people out the back on the downlow and they’ll sort whatever this is out” She says.

“And I’ll cover for you, okay?” She promises. “I’ll go to whats-his-face’s casino party and wring the 20,000$ out of his ass, I promise”

“He said was- special- he’ll want me” Sunset argues. But a part of him relaxes as the plan is laid out, he begrudgingly takes the pills he’s been handed.

“Think I’m not pretty enough to replace you?” She jokes. “I’ll have him eating out of my hand like a dog, I promise. We’ll get you your surgery.” She says, kissing his forehead, and then run away to wake their friend. He watches her go, mesmerized momentarily by the casual and fragile beauty of his savior rushing up the stairs, the sunset lighting up the orange of her fins, as he holds his hand to his chest and thinks only of his breath, going in, and out, and in, and out. Maybe, somehow, his body knew what was coming.

Maybe his tiny little lungs folded this specific day on purpose, to save him, to warn him. To shield him. He will never stop hating them for it. She never should have had to take his place.

I could keep going, but you already know how this story ends, don’t you?

This was the last time he saw Casmie alive.

The next week passed as if in a dream, because, well, he was barely conscious for it. He remembers fragments- a hospital, that roomate at his bedside, tossing and turning as he was constantly awoken by an inability to get enough air, back alleys and doctors and plastic respirators and pain and sorrow. Daymares- the kind that find you only on long nights in uncomfortable hospital beds. When is Casmie gonna come back for me, he finds himself thinking, in the moments where one has nothing to do but lay and think. Surely it has been a day- it has been a night, her shift is over. Eventually, he recovers. Eventually, they toss him back out onto the street with another bill longer than he tall.

His debts to the Anglerfish, his debts to doctors, his debts to casinos. He will add it to the pile. He finds his way back to pier 12, climbing the long winding stairs to their little three room apartment that houses seven and finds her not there. He goes back to the Anglerfish, and finds her work bag still in it’s locker, still full of casual clothes, keychains hooked up to the side, covered in a week's worth of dust. He is left to pick up the pieces, to try and put it all together, just what exactly happened while he was sick.

He was always good at playing detective.

It is surprisingly hard to track down an invitation as vague as a ‘casino party’ in this town, there are many casino’s. He looks through the usual suspects, the ones closest to their pier, talking to staff, asking his coworkers. The trial leads him further uptown, to the bigger piers, the richer accolades, he lingers in corridors, asking questions to staff.

He makes his way to the top of the hill, and finds a place more palace than casino. And finds it marked with a familiar symbol. You ever see something so many times, you stop thinking about it? Does it ever blend into the background, seamlessly and easily, a tiny little imprint on every chapter of your life. A golden insignia of a falling moon. Of course you have heard of that gang. Everyone has. The Falling Moon’s literally built this city.

A week into your spiraling, obsessive search for her, you wring the truth out of a simple bartender. He had been there, he tells you. At the party.

“Sometimes,” he says, “the big guys in the gang will go down to one of the smaller piers, pick up some mutants from one of those seedy clubs, and lure them uphill with promises of cash and comfort and affection and then just jump them and sell them off to traffickers and circuses. You said your friend was an off-caste? That tiny little orangeblood seadweller with the demonias? I remember her all right. Anytroll who was there would. Too smart for her own good. She wised up before all the rest of them. Pulls out a shiv. Just starts putting holes in clowns like it’s nobodies business. She must have killed five of them before she went. By the third, they probably figured out she’d be too much of a hassle to sell. One of them got her right in the head and that was it. Dunno what they did with the body. Probably sold it. They were pissed she killed so many higher ups, they musta lost a lot of money on the whole thing” He says, casually wiping a mug as if he is not ripping apart Sunsets world, piece by piece.

“Who was in charge of it?” The several armed men says slowly, carefully, “The whole thing?”

“I told you” The man retorts. “She already killed most of them.”

“The dead clowns” He insists. “Who did they work for?”

“Midas” the cerulean bartender replies. “I already told you, they were falling moons.” He quirks an eyebrow at the man in front of him, tracing the look of confusion on his face.

“Ain’t no way you live in Tes Roven and never heard of Midas.”

“I know the gang. Humor me” Sunset retorts. “What does he own?”

“A lot of shit. We’d be here all night” The man dismisses.

“I want a list.” Sunset insists.

“Ha ha. What am I, your secretary? You want me to call my coworkers over and tell em you’re buddy buddy with the woman that killed five of their top clowns?” He threatens.

“You wanna feel what it's like to get stabbed four times at once?” he retorts. “Humor me.”

The bartender stares at him for a good while, and then pulls out a napkin, scribbling on it. He does this for a good few minutes, pausing every moment or so in contemplation. And then he hands it to him, a comprehensive list as he can sprout off from memory of Midas’s properties. Struggling to keep his hands steady, the purpleblood straightens out the napkin. And then immediately wipes the bartenders mind of the encounter. He walks off, his eyes trailing down the impartial and indifferent list of properties, every so often finding a name on it that slips like a spear into his bent ribcage.

You ever feel like you’ve spent all your life, in this crushing, giant, oppressive machine, that swallows anyone who touches it?

You spend so long, trying to keep your head above water. You try to make friends. You try to survive- to carve out a little piece of survival for yourself, for other people. You try to make the world the kind of place you want to live in. And the worst part of it is knowing everyone else wants that better world too. But they don’t have any more time to build it than you do. Everyone else is also too busy being crushed in the machine.

Too busy trying to outsmart the machine. This machine too big for you to ever fully even comprehend dismantling.

No one mentions it. But no one can imagine a life where they’re not being held with a boot to their neck.

It has consumed anyone you have ever loved.

It is well on its way to consuming you. It was machine, it was machine all the way down. From the pits of the childhoods to the streets of your adolescence to the seedy pole ridden bars of your fragile adulthood.

It is so ever present you almost forgot it was there at all, just a part of the universe, true to its logo, as large and all destroying as a falling celestial body. Built to do nothing but hurt you and people like you. Imagine living so long in the shadow of that hurt.

And then finding out it has a name.

And then finding out it’s a person.

A troll, a name, a thing of flesh blood, just vulnerable enough, that suddenly, you can wrap your mind around dismantling it. Around taking it apart, piece by piece. So slowly and so carefully that it could never hurt another person the way it hurt you. The way it hurt her.

This man is the connecting thread of hurt that weaves your entire life together, and he doesn’t even know you exist.

But that won’t be true for long.

You are certain, in the months that followed this, planning, spiraling, obsessing- You are certain that Casmie started a fight so you could finish it.

#tw sex work #tw trafficking #tw character death #no one you know really #its in the title #sunset writing #my writing #fantroll #fantroll rp #homestuck #homestuck oc #homestuck rp #hiveswap #friendsim #pesterquest

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sorastar6 · 8 days

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So, Yuno fans/analysers, i'm currently writing a Milgram fic and i'm doing my research on the characters so I can understand them, but i'm having a lot of trouble getting a hold of Yuno's character. Since I don't want to mischaracterize her, i've decided to ask experts about it.

Let me see if I got this right

What I understood about Yuno is that she undertook her compensated dating in search of "warmth", in my point of view, I belive this "warmth" is basically Yuno starting compensated dating as a way to fill the emptiness that she feels inside of her. I think that the source of this emptiness it's still unknown to us, but I see a lot of people headcanon her with depression, so i'll belive that too. So, Yuno started seeing her sugar daddies and engaging on sex work out of her own free will, as she had stable finances, a good family and good friends, and she is very bothered by the reason Es forgave her, because they made up things that never happened to pity and sympathize with her. And she hated that because it was simply not true, she hated that they were creating some pitiable backstory to make Yuno more "acceptable" in their eyes, when in reality, Yuno had no "good" reason to do what she did. She had an abortion for the simple reason that it was just "bothersome". It was just a mistake the she had to get rid off for no "good" reason other than that. That's what her "murder" is.

That's what I understood from her 2 voice dramas and MVs, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong!

So, what i'm not really understanding, is what is Yuno's trial 1 self. Like, it seems that she's putting up a facade during trial 1, but I can't figure out what is the facade and what is Yuno's true self, and I also don't understand why that facade exists in the first place. There's also Yuno's different clothes that appear in both of her MVs, I don't quite understand what they are supposed to mean as well.

That's all that I really need to clear up, I would appreciate any help!

#milgram #milgram project #yuno kashiki #yuno milgram #kashiki yuno #tw abortion #tw sex work

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mars-mystic · 14 days

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How about 2 and 9 from the WIP game :)

2. ___-___=___ (sorry, I’m changing the format. It’s subtraction now)

Car crash - marriage proposal = 31 year old man and his clueless 20 year old boyfriend

9. What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Ahh yes, what I like to call the WIB (work in brain).

There’s this little concept that’s been kicking around since at least November, but idk if I’ll ever actually write it. Only because I think it would require (or at least should have, in my opinion) a level of spice I haven’t upgraded to yet. The premise is that Lance/George were some form of fwb/situationship through the younger years. Lance retired from racing when he was like 18 (idk why, to go play hockey, to live a rich fuckboy lifestyle, who knows).

But then George comes into financial troubles, and can’t find enough money/sponsorships to get himself a seat. So Lance offers to fund George’s career in exchange for sex/dating him (it’s all consensual and they have a contract for it and everything). But then he can’t back out because the teams quite like all the money he brings in (they just don’t know exactly how he comes by it).

Not very fleshed out and there are at least ten different branches to it that cannot possibly all coexist. (There’s also the version where Lawrence offers the money secretly, and Lance thinks it’s a real relationship. And they get all the way to marriage and George has to decide whether to risk his seat and come clean or sell his life away to Lance).

#glance #tw sex work #basically

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chrysalis-the-butterfly · 10 months

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Four Headcanons About Jessica Rabbit

(Original post here.)

Headcanon A: Realistic

Jessica has a certain type of laugh that only Roger can cause. It's loud, it's long, and it sounds a bit like a witch's cackle. It doesn't fit her femme fatale persona at all.

Headcanon B: While It May Not Be Realistic, It Is Hilarious

Jessica has a little sister - sort of. Another animator attempted to copy Jessica's design and create his own version of her, but a mistake on the model sheet meant he ended up with a curvaceous redhead who was only six inches tall, not six feet tall. The animator cast her out, and Jessica took her under her wing.

The six-inch toon now goes by Joellyn Krupnick. She's smart, bookish and slightly shy, and she's determined to help make life better for other "fun-size" toons. She works as an architect and landlady, building and renting out apartments and houses that are suitable for smaller toons. (Two of her tenants went on to become the stars of a cartoon called Chip 'n Dale Rescue Rangers.)

Jessica regards Joellyn as her (very) little sister, and the two women get along well.

Headcanon C: Heart-Crushing and Awful, But Fun to Inflict on Friends

Jessica's maiden name was Jessica Joy. She used to work at the Peacock Palace, a theatre located on the outskirts of Toontown and close to the tunnel to the "real world". She was one of many "Peacock Ladies": humanoid toon women who would put on shows for the (usually male human) audience. They wore revealing costumes in different shades of blue with plenty of peacock feathers.

Jessica's owners were two brothers called Rocco and Dominick DeGreasy. They did not treat their Peacock Ladies very well at all. The Ladies didn't just sing and dance; they had to be open to "private appointments" with customers who had paid extra for the privilege. Anything could happen in these appointments, and it was rarely fun for the Ladies. (In fact, the appointments were where Rocco and Dominick made the most money; the nightly shows were just a respectable face to keep the authorities off their backs.)

Jessica was drawn to be submissive and do whatever the humans told her to do. For a long time, she didn't feel strong enough to try to leave the Peacock Palace, convinced that this was her purpose, her reason for existing, and that she had no choice but to fulfill it.

It wasn't until after Roger burst into her life that Jessica slowly but surely built up the courage to change her situation.

As a side-effect of her bad experiences while wearing those blue costumes, Jessica now hates the colour blue. The only shade of blue she can tolerate is the one in Roger's eyes.

Headcanon D: Unrealistic, But I Will Disregard Canon About It Because I Reject Canon Reality and Substitute My Own

The 1970s were a dark decade for the Rabbits. In 1973, Eddie Valiant passed away. In 1978, Maroon Cartoons went out of business. Roger was deeply shaken by both events. He tried to keep the smile on his face, especially as he looked for work elsewhere, but in private he was much gloomier and less inclined to tell jokes.

Jessica wasn't doing too badly in comparison - she'd released some disco albums that kept her and her husband living comfortably - but she felt powerless to do anything about Roger's depressive state. He'd always been the one cheering her up, not the other way around. She tried to stay strong for his sake, but she couldn't deny that Eddie's death and the collapse of Maroon Cartoons made her feel uneasy too. She needed alone time to process everything - alone time that she wasn't getting while she was caring for Roger.

Then she started having dreams.

In Jessica's dream world, the characters had familiar names, but alien behaviours. Roger had darker fur and an even darker heart. Eddie was alive again, but stripped of his old personality. The DeGreasy brothers were back in the picture. And Jessica herself was just as shallow and cruel as everyone believed she was.

These dreams kept coming, night after night, becoming longer and more detailed each time. Jessica wondered if these dreams contained any clues to help her and Roger get out of their funk.

So she wrote the dreams down.

She wrote and rewrote, refining the scenes as more and more visions came to her. Eventually, her scribbles grew to the length of a novel.

And in 1981, she published that novel.

It was called Who Censored Roger Rabbit? and her pen name was Gary K. Wolf.

Some people at Disney took interest in the novel and wanted to turn it into a film. Jessica was glad to be involved, as it meant she and Roger could get back into acting.

But when Roger came onto the project, he had another idea for the direction the film could take. He remembered Eddie as a hero, and he wanted the whole world to remember him as a hero too. He wanted to tell Eddie's story. Jessica approved of this idea, because Roger's face was lighting up just talking about it.

She'd found it. She'd found the key to his happiness returning. In a roundabout way, yes, but she'd found it.

So the decision was made to create a historical film about how Eddie saved Toontown from being Dipped by Judge Doom. The film was called Who Framed Roger Rabbit, and Roger and Jessica played themselves.

It was a hit at the box office, and it kicked off a revival of interest in the classic cartoons. The 1990s were a golden decade for Roger and Jessica, nothing at all like the dark days of the 1970s.

And it was all thanks to Jessica's deeply weird dreams.

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