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churipu · 2 months

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PAINTING THEIR NAILS 𓆝 ⋆｡𖦹°‧

ִ ࣪𖤐 featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji

ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings. none :)

note. i don't know, something about painting your partner's nails feels intimate to me. like, yes. make art on my nails pls.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

"what are you doing, baby?" gojo asks, his cerulean blue eyes gazing into the on-going television series playing in front of him.

you didn't answer him, brows furrowed in concentration — slipping your tongue out, a bit past your lips. index finger and thumb clutching onto the polish brush as you try to stroke his nails neatly with a light pink color.

"are you painting my nails?" he asks again.

much to his dismay, the room was void of answers yet for the second time. but gojo wasn't angry, his eyes finally gazes at your figure, eyeing you in content. his chin prepped on top of his free hand, limping the hand you were holding onto, "just a little more," you whisper to yourself.

three minutes passed and you pulled yourself back, "all done and dolled up, give me your other hand," you commanded, ushering gojo to give his other hand.

"good job, baby. they look pretty," he chuckles, indulging to your command — letting you have your fun, "can i do yours after?"

you nod, "mhm, i want to use (favorite color). and you gotta do it neatly too . . ."

gojo shrugs, "easy job to me."

it was in fact not an easy job to him.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

"paint my nails?" geto parrots softly.

you stood in front of him, holding a grey colored pouch — that geto knew was filled with different colored polishes, he's seen you done your nails for fun and then erasing them just a few hours later because you were bored.

"yes, i want to paint them. can i?" you ask him, taking a seat right beside him on the couch, immediately letting yourself sink a bit into the fabric.

"mhm, sure baby. what color were you thinking?" geto raised his hand up to your thigh, letting you take over.

you hummed, "i was thinking . . . just a simple silver colored cat eye nails, you have pretty nails, you know?" geto, frankly, couldn't understand what you meant by that — cat eye on his nails? but you were his partner, and he trusts you.

it didn't take you long to finish a hand. his eyes never leaving your hand as they moved in slow strokes, "how do you think they look? i was watching a video on the internet, and i thought this might look pretty on you. 't looks a little different than what i saw though."

geto's gaze fell onto his nails, a smile popping up onto his lips, "'t looks pretty, thank you."

"really? you're not just saying that, right?" you ask, narrowing your eyes jokingly.

"nope, 'm being serious. do my other hand," he offers, leaning his lips to the top of your head, "ever considered opening a nail boutique? you have the skills for it."

"now that you mention it, maybe i should."

𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈

"can you do my nails, please?" yuuji asks, wiggling his fingers in front of your face, "i want them to be painted prettily."

you raise a brow, "they're already pretty though."

yuuji puckered his lips out slightly, "but i wanted you to paint them for me," he draped himself over you, chin laying on your abdomen. brows furrowed like a baby, "make them look prettier."

"grab my nail polish pouch in the room, yeah?"

your words lit him up like a lightbulb, and yuuji was almost immediately up and about �� disappearing into the room to grab the pouch you told him to. his giddy smile not leaving his face even when he came running back to you, laying the pouch on your tummy.

"i think maroon would suit you," you rummaged through the pouch, "or black? whichever you'd like . . ."

"can you do both? zig-zag?" yuuji questions.

you nodded, "mhm, anything for you, yuuji."

it was obvious that the boy was excited, his body trembling as you painted his nails, "woah . . . they look pretty," he whispers, squeezing your hand a bit.

"you're pretty," you replied back.

yuuji looks at you, a bit taken aback, but said nothing to deny you — only letting out a soft laugh, "too busy for a kiss?"

shaking your head, you leaned in towards him, stealing a kiss from his lips, "nope, never too busy for a kiss," yuuji huffs out with a large grin.

"i love you, you know?" he asked you.

"mhm, always. i love you too."

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #fluff #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru #geto fluff #geto suguru x reader #itadori yuuji #itadori fluff #itadori yuuji x reader

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velvetmud · 7 months

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Little Rabbit

warning(s): explicit 18+, daddy kink, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, cum play, dirty talk, nicknames, riding, squirting, creampie, filth

a/n: random nasty nasty vulgar porn with no plot. nothing besides thirst inspired this

“Yeah, fucking right. Keep on bouncing like that. M’gonna tear this pussy right up,” Joel grins, triumphant smirk as he watches your pussy cream and convulse all because of him. His thick, condomless smooth member just making you lose it, ravaging your micro sensitive spots with every pump. “Gonna mold you to take this cock. Mm, feels delicious on me, baby.”

Your ass doesn’t seem to ever lose momentum, rising all the way up off his lap until just his tip is inside—teasing, wiggling all over it before slamming your pussy right back down. Loud squelching comes from both your pelvis’ joining together, the stringy wet spurts making a mess all over. Joel’s fingers are covered in it, your thighs combined are fucking smeared in it. He could close his eyes for the rest of this fuck and just listen to every thrust inside, could cum so hard so easily from the noises alone. The sound of your breath, the way you pant on top. Don’t even get him started on the movement of those hips on him, your pussy, that heavenly grip swallowing his girth.

“Daddy’s having so much fun, honey girl. Ffffuck, oh keep clenchin’ down on this thick cock. Yeah, take it—take what you need. My greedy, slutty little rabbit.”

You whine and speed up, aggressive hips sliding and zig-zagging to claim every inch. He gasps when your legs start to shake and pussy drooling out another beautiful gush, splashing his dick and staining his curly hairs.

“Mmmm, I feel that pussy losing control. C’mere, daddy’s gonna take over n’ finish us off.”

His grippy long legs worm around your thighs, trapping you down to the bed and onto his cock. Thrusts everything he can inside you, taking over to control the tempo. Those hands find your hair and gently give it a good yank, watching your slick build up on his base.

“My pretty little flesh light, always on this dick making a mess.”

You can’t turn around, but you feel him drag a finger from your labia to your ass, gathering up a trail of the cream. Hear his gruff hums while he pops the finger in his mouth. Drives his cock to sheath all the way inside, feeling both snug against your ass and smooshed into your guts.

“Close, close, daddy’s gonna—gonna make me—“

“Mmhm. Cum on your fucktoy, c’mon. Squeeze all over daddy.”

His pumps become sloppy, wet thrusts getting deeper and lazier as he feels your helpless tight walls soaking him with every push in. You answer his prayers, jolting back while your pussy lips drooled around him like a geyser, explosive shockwaves interrupting.

Joel chuckles and shushes your outlandish cries, grippy pussy unleashing the tension around him.

“Yeahhhh, I know little rabbit. Just ride it out on me. Love how happy I make this beautiful pussy.”

He feels lost when he spares another good look down. Taking the sight in. Connecting himself to you over and over.

The warning he spews is half assed, barely on time before ripping himself out. His cock slaps against his belly button, throbbing with every ripple of cum painting your ass and your lower back. He deliriously watches on as you wiggle back and forth some more on him, catching every glob. He knows how much you love his loads, how somehow it didn’t matter if he hadn’t cum in an hour or a day or a week—he could cum buckets.

By the time he’s finally emptied and all done, catching his breath and groaning his voice hoarse—his spend is slathered all over your backside, a lewd shot of the claim he’s stuck on you. As if your body was an uncharted discovery, something to nail his flag into.

“Milked me dry, baby.”

You sinfully peak back to eye him behind you before grabbing the base and sinking down onto him one last time, marinating in the sticky fullness.

“Oh fuck,” he utters, choking as he stops you with a forceful hand on a cheek.

“Can’t do that little rabbit. That’s how babies are made.” he rasps. Like it pains him to say.

Gently sliding back out, he pulls your body up on his stomach, uncaring of the sticky remanents getting everywhere as he slips in two of his fingers as a substitute. Pacifying you. Lets you glide yourself smoothly down his digits, still craving the closeness and stimulation from him. As he’s spreading more of your combined mess around, he scissors them deeper down as you slide further down nudging his knuckles.

“Shh, I know. Feels good having it inside, don’t it?” he murmurs. Licks his lips and continues studying you, your little facial expressions melting. “Someday baby, we’ll make love bare again, and I’ll pump you so full then plug it all up. We won’t leave the bed ‘til we know every last load that goes in gets you nice and full with my baby, or two.”

#joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfic #joel miller x f!reader #the last of us #joel miller/reader #joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller imagine

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megistusdiary · 3 months

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you..... got me shaking at the mention of supernatural creatures.......

i know it's done and over but... werewolf!wriothesley, with his big fluffy ears masquerading as his hair, sharp pointy fangs that he tells you is just for aesthetics, big strong meaty arms that can pin you down whenever the two of you would have some play time (you don't know why he really likes hunting you down in his forestry backyard but you have to admit the adrenaline from that was oh so good)

but he doesn't really explain the tail.

so in a full-moon when his instincts are the most sensitive, his senses zeroing on you, his heat at an all time high... 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

werewolf wriothesley

werewolf!wriothesley x sub!fem (anatomy/pronouns reader)

warnings: smut (mdni), hunting kink(?), werewolf wrio, fucking in the woods, cunnilingus, fellatio, penetration, riding, knotting

your breaths came out in soft pants, each step taken clumsily as leaves crushed beneath your boots. you couldn't help the quiet laughter pouring from your lips as you glanced behind you, scanning the trees and slowly darkening sky.

he was watching you, chasing you, but always staying one step behind. allowing you to think you were oh so clever with your zig-zag patterns of running and sneaky faux footprints in the mud.

he watched as you stopped, just like a curious little bunny to lean against the tree and look up at the stars. your chest heaved as you caught your breath, only to be cut off by a yelp when a hand covered your mouth and wriothesley dragged you out from behind the tree.

"got you." he grins from behind you. his tail swings madly behind him, thwacking your leg as his nose trails up your cheek. he can feel you shiver as he lets go, instead squeezing your cheeks and tugging your jaw to face him.

you look so cute in the rather clunky (and protective) boots and outer baggy clothes he had you wear. even if he so desperately wanted to chase you around in nothing at all, he knew you were soft, your skin was delicate, soles not made to tread bare on earth.

he tugged the clothing right off of you, hearing your surprised gasps now that your mouth was free. your face felt hot as he slid his jacket onto you, purposefully leaving it unzipped to expose you while protecting your back from the harsh tree bark.

he all but tore your undergarments off, falling to his knees as he inhaled deeply against your pussy. your thighs instinctively tried to close, and he used minimal force to push them back open.

his hands covered your thighs, pulling them up to rest on his shoulders as he supported your weight. your hands slid into his hair, gripping the strands out of embarrassment as he looked up at you. he almost looked like a sweet puppy.

that was until he leaned in to lick a long, fat stripe up your cunt. your chest arched up instinctively, thighs clenching around his head. his sharp nails dug into the skin of your thighs as he practically pulled your hips to fuck his tongue. he slid your pussy up and down his tongue, wiggling it into your hole, groaning at how you clenched on his tongue.

"so good for me, sweetheart." he mumbles, leaning back to spit on your pussy before using the wetness to circle your clit. when he feels your thighs start to shake he grins wildly. "gonna come for me, huh?" he asks.

your grip grows soft on his hair, clumsily rubbing at the bases of his ears, and he groans, sucking your clit harder until you finally come on his tongue. he can't help his excitement, tail wagging as he maneuvers you both to the ground.

he lays on the ground first, letting you sit propped up on his abdomen. you look so small on him like this, still shaking from your orgasm and he gently tugs his jacket off of you, tossing it to the side and nudging your hands to his belt.

you undo the leather and pull his pants just enough to free his cock. he's completely swollen and red, hips jutting up. "shit... come on, pretty girl..." he urges, whining lowly.

you lean down, moving any stray hairs away as you lick at his tip. your mouth opens wider, trying your best to accommodate him as you take him slowly.

it takes all of his patience not to push you further and fuck your throat, his hands clenching as you take your sweet time. the minute he decides his dick is wet enough, he pulls you off roughly, situating you in the perfect position to ride him.

"go on, good girl, so good-" he groans as you slowly sink down. his nails dig into your skin while his other hand rubs messy circles into your clit to ease the stretch.

"wrio... it's... too much-" you whimper so sweetly, it makes him almost feel bad.

almost.

"i know, baby, i know. you can take me though, yeah? you're my good girl... need to fill you up so bad." he pushes his hips up and you nearly lose your balance, and he laughs. his fingers dig into your hips, gently pushing you further down until your pelvis meets his, and your head falls forward.

he's practically white-knuckling your hips now, little thrusts here and there as your pussy practically suffocates him. he can hear how wet you are, all from the thrill of the chase.

"i think you're just as dirty as i am, sweetheart." he grins, lightly pinching your clit before he takes the liberty to bounce you up and down. he can't get enough of your soft whines, the view of your body, unobstructed by any clothing.

your eyes might not adjust well to the dark, but he sees everything just fine. his ears twitch with every sweet little moan you make, tail wiggling around as he fucks you faster and faster.

"close... close, wrio." you warn and he nods, rubbing your clit for you.

"can you- fuck- think you can take my knot, sweetheart?" he asks, and in your little haze, you nod enthusiastically, feeling it knock against your cunt.

"need it- i can take it... please." you plead, body falling forward a little.

he continues to push the limits, fucking you deeper until he shoves his knot inside. he rubs your clit as fast as he can, pressing deeper as you shake, releasing at the same time he fills you up.

your body is limp, held upright by his hands until he pulls you down. he smooths a hand down your back as you rest on his chest while he lulls you to sleep, promising he will carry you home safely.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader smut #fem reader #wrio smut #wriothesley x you #wriothesley smut #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley #✎─𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ❛ ༉‧₊˚#💌─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭! ༊*·˚

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nieceeee · 4 months

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Can you do a story where ony is a munch (quit pushing me away)

“GIVE ME 10”

Finally got my writing mojo back kinda (still trying to push myself) and I’ve really wanted to start adding more modern au and messages because they are so fun. Let me know if yall like them or not. But heeeeyyyyyy anon😏😘

Thanks for the request baby! I hope this is good enough for you.

PS: Ony’s friends are waiting for him to get on the game but he got a little caught up…

A/N: MDNI, smut, oral fem receiving, fingering, and some other stuff, black coded reader

WC: 748 short and to the point

“Onyyyyyyy.” You groan, manicured nails gripping against his durag. You eyes threaten to roll back into your head as you feel his tongue swipe against your clit. Thick hands gripping either of your thighs, holding your legs apart as the thick pink muscle slurped at your juices repeatedly.

“F-fuuuuuc Ony baby please. Y-your phone.” You whimper underneath him. His phone had been going off nonstop for the past 20 minutes and as much as you tried to focus on the way that he was pleasing you, the constant dinging that rang out in each message was pulling you from your euphoria. You already knew it was his group chat waiting for him. He had mentioned to you earlier that he was going to get on the game later with his boys. Yet he somehow found his way between your legs and all that flew out the window, the dinging falling on deaf ears as he feasted on you.

”Bae- the phone.” You try to pout but it comes out in a breathless moan as you try to push his head. He lifts his head up slightly, gaze narrowed as he meets your eyes. “Try that shit again and I’ll tie your hands above your head. Quit pushing me away.” He growled before lowering his head back between your legs. His authoritative demand doing nothing more but driving you further in a frenzy.

”Oh shit- right there baby.” You cry out as your grip on the back of his head tightens, that familiar ball of fire beginning to burn in your belly. Ony loves the sound you make when he makes you unravel. He flattens his tongue and presses it against your lips, allowing the saliva to drip down to the tip of it, the wetness slipping down to your ass before he swipes his tongue in a zig zag motion all the way up to your clit.

His mouth closes around your swollen bud and he gently pulls it between his lips, the tips of his tongue flicking back and forth against your hood. “Yes pa- fuck.” Your head drops back, pressing against the pillow as your toes curl up. A wave of heat spilling from your belly and moving through every inch of your body as your orgasm threatens to surface. “Ony baby- ‘m close. So fuckin’ close.” You hips buck against his face but his grip tightens around you, forcing you still. He brings his head up spitting onto your clit before slurping the mixture of fluids. The tip of his tongue danced around your clit in circles. You let out a pathetic whine which only pushes him more. The noises you make stroking his ego. His dick hardens with every taste, his tongue moving back down towards your hole as he fucked you with his mouth. “Shit baby, just like that p-please.” Ony’s tongue moves in and out of you as he brings one hand up adding a finger at the same pace. Tongue stroking the upper inside of your pussy as his fingers dive deep on the bottom.

Another ding rings from his phone but you can’t find a reason to care when he has you on teetering on the edge like this. “On-“ “Don’t you dare mention that phone y/n.” He said before dipping right back into his same pattern. Your body jerks against his hold as you feel yourself crash out, juices spurting out of you as he gulps down your wetness.

Heavy breaths leave your chest rising and falling rapidly. You peer down to meet him and your pussy clenches at the sight of your nectar dripping from his chin. “You so fuckin’ sweet.” He groans, dick pulsing in his sweats as his tongue darts out and swipes the taste of you from his lips. You open your mouth to speak but the ring from another message stops you in your tracks. “Onyankopon, if you don't pick that shit up or turn the damn ringer off.” You fuss, lifting up to rest against your elbows. Ony stays hovering above your pussy as his clean hand reaches over to grab his phone. You notice his head lowering back down as he scrolls through the messages. “Ony, what are y-“ your sentence is cut off as his tongue slides against your pussy again, a shudder trailing down your spine.

The warmth of his mouth covers you again as he types out a quick message to send to his friends.

“Give me 10.”

#aot x reader #aot x y/n #fem!reader #smut #ony x reader #onyankapon #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon x reader #ony x black reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon smut #x black fem reader #x black reader #aot x black reader

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123puppy · 2 months

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I'd like to thank this precious video for giving me the mental image of Alastor's suffering~

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Cute.

It's a word Lucifer cannot seem to stop thinking about when it comes to The Radio Demon. For this, it's beyond his expectations. And a beautiful discovery he never thought possible.

Alastor lays flat on his back, arms barely staying near his head as he struggles to contain, and fail, the giggles that spill from between his teeth, face twisted into the sheets in a futile attempt to hide, flustered.

He forgoes his red-striped coat, sleeves rolled up along with the bottom hem of his light red shirt exposing his stomach and small waist, white strips almost zig-zagging his ashen skin.

A choked sound comes out of the man, unable to keep one of his arms in place, bringing said arm down to cover his mouth, grin growing bigger with a wobbly edge as his eyes pop open.

Long black claws dance gently over Alastor's lower tummy. It's been like this for over a minute, but Alastor is falling apart at the seams at the display, his other arm dragging itself down, red claws easily slicing through the crimson sheets in a slow 'rrrrRRRiiiip' and finding itself over his other hand to stop the giggles as they reach a slightly higher pitch, accompanied by a ringing, pitched with distressed deer noises.

Lucifer has a smile on his own face as he continues to tease the deer with no hope of stopping unless the sinner voices it. He's praying Alastor doesn't end it too soon, because for all that is holy, this has got to be the cutest and wholesome moment he's seen since Charlie's birth.

Another minute goes by. It could have been eons for all Al knows.

The sinner cannot keep still the longer this goes on. One long leg pulls itself up and scrapes along the sheets as he fights to keep from squirming about. But Lucifer, the little shit, has been discreetly pushing his shirt up little by little, then he would drag his nails down back to where they started. The sporadic reaction is a feat, the younger man fighting his instinct to curl forward even when the Angel pressed the pads of fingers into his hips. The tears welling within the corners of his eyes don't give him hope of enduring this much longer.

Alastor had been holding out for as long as he could, to the point that his death mark began to glow, until he broke when one of his lowest ribs gets grazed.

He slams his elbows down and twists his body onto its side, ears flat against his skull, "That's enough!" His voice cracks. His actual voice, no filters. He yelps when a devilish finger finds his belly button and twists away, choking back a squeal, "LUCIFER!"

Lucifer pulls his hands back, "I'm done I'm done!" He laughs, "Still, that was a lot of fun, and your skin, or fur, is so soft," He cages Alastor and grins at the withering look the demon gives him but doesn't miss how he tensed at being 'trapped'.

"Fuck off."

Lucifer raised his hands in mock surrender, laughing, "Not my fault you're sensitive. I didn't go full Tickle Monster on you like I do with Charlie." He wiggles his fingers over Alastor and the demon flinched, slapping his hands away.

Blood-red eyes turn into dials, locked on the smaller man, grin exposing all his teeth.

"I haven't forgotten how sensitive you are, Your Highness."

"Now let's not get ahead of ourselves-" Lucifer shrieks as Alastor pounces.

#hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin hotel tickles #lee!alastor #ler!lucifer #ticklish!alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #my writing

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sarahs-secrets2 · 1 year

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Back Scratches ˋ♡ˊ

some quick cheesy domestic!leon fluff bc i want this to be real!

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“Of course,” you whispered as you kissed his cheek and laid back down next to him. Leon, the little spoon had asked for you to scratch his back after a long day. How could you say no? Gently you lifted his shirt up, Leon shifted on his side allowing you to expose his toned back in its entirety.

Leaning forward you began placing small kisses around his back and his shoulders. Leon’s body rose and fell slightly, letting out an exhale in an attempt to calm himself down from the insane day he had just had.

Propping yourself up on one elbow you rested your head in one hand while the other slowly rubbed Leon's shoulder. After a while you carefully start drawing incoherent shapes along his back, going all the way to the top and to the bottom of his back. Everything from zig-zags, circles, and squares.

“Is this alright?” you whisper quietly, Leon had become so quiet you were unsure if he was sleeping.

“Feels great baby,” he mumbled as his voice trailed off, evident he was going in and out of sleep to reassure you. Smiling to yourself you continued to lightly drag your nails against his back, placing the occasional kiss every once in a while.

Enough time had passed and even you had started to drift off as your movements became periodic and drawn out with your eyes fluttering shut. Leon had noticed despite being on the brink of sleep and turned around in the bed to now face you.

“Thank you,” he whispered into your neck, peppering kisses as he spoke. Too tired to speak, you hummed in response as he pulled you closer. The pair of you finally drifting off to sleep together.

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nsfw version

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy re4 #leon kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy x reader #re4 remake #resident evil x reader #resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy resident evil #re4 leon #resident evil leon #leon kennedy re2

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accio-sriracha · 5 months

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Remus' Scars Headcanons

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No, not those ones.

Remus has a scar on his upper lip from when he was young, he'd split it on the bookshelf he was trying to climb.

He has the classic scar on the knee that nobody can remember where it came from.

There's a scar on the back of his left leg, it's long and zig zags across his skin. He'd gotten caught in a wild patch of devil's snare when they were hanging out by the edge of the forest in second year.

He has a scar just under his middle knuckle, a burn he'd gotten from a rogue flame spell.

He's got one just below his elbow, a small, clean cut scratch from one of Sirius' rings when he tried to catch Remus' arm.

There was an incident with a particularly angry fourteen year old Lily while cutting up ingredients for Potions that left him with a scar on his right hand.

He's got long four-lined nail marks down on his back just barely prominent enough to count as a scar, nobody wants to ask where it came from, but they all have a feeling.

He has a bite mark on his shoulder, definitley not enough to be permanent, but it had been a week already since Sirius left it on him and it's barely faded.

Remus also has a scar from the first day of fifth year: James crashed into him so hard when they met on the platform they toppled over their trunks and one of the zippers tore Remus' sleeve, leaving a small scar on his shoulder you can hardly make out between his freckles.

A more recent scar was from the morning after he and Sirius moved in together, he'd been making breakfast for the two of them and burned his hand when Sirius distracted him with kisses.

And his personal favorite scar is on his left ring finger: a tattoo of a moon and a star intertwined in a ring of vines. Sirius had decided to get a tattoo in place of a wedding ring, and Remus surprised him by getting an identical one.

~~~♤~~~

#harry potter #marauders #marauders era #marauders headcanon #remus lupin #wolfstar #wolfstar headcanon #remus lupin hc #remus lupin headcanon #remus loves sirius

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hbdttg · 1 year

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Eddie, or something that used to be Eddie, wanders the Upside Down in the aftermath of it all.

He may not know where or who he is, but he knows he belongs. His heartbeat syncs with those of the screeching creatures that soar up above. The thrumming in his veins mirrors the pulsing of the vines that cover the ground at his feet. The hunger at his core is shared by the flower-faced beasts that roam the earth on all fours. He belongs, so he must be home.

Weeks after waking—or months, or years; time is unpredictable in this place, moving at whatever speed it so chooses, sometimes not moving at all—Eddie happens upon a gate. It's located on Morehead Street and small enough that he might have walked right past it if not for its peculiar orange glow.

Curious, Eddie digs his clawed fingers into its center, tearing through the viscous membrane until there's enough space for him to crawl through. He drags his scarred body through the tiny opening, dropping onto the other side with practiced grace. He finds himself atop what appears to be a crumbling staircase, overlooking a decrepit landscape that stretches on for miles.

Gone are the blue-gray skies, replaced with hazy red, roiling fog, and flashes of vibrant lightning. Gone is the air damp with rot, replaced with a sticky blanket of humidity and the scent of acrid smoke so thick he can taste it on his tongue.

Eddie descends the staircase, heedless of the wet squelch his shoe makes when he steps through a puddle of black, oily liquid at the bottom. Intrigued, he runs a pale hand lightly over a nearby tower of stalagmite. The place is littered with them, pointed spires made of knotted, dormant vines.

Eddie steps toward one of the larger spires, taking in the figure encased in its vines. It's a human girl, fair-haired and slight in stature, held upright against her tower by large, twisted tendrils. There's no life in her, just the stench of death and decay.

For a fleeting moment, Eddie thinks he might know her. But that's impossible. He knows only his brethren, knows only their chitters in the dark and their shrieks overhead.

He turns away from the girl, staunchly ignoring the deja vu that grips him as he walks away from her. It unsettles him, that niggling feeling he's missing something important here.

Without warning, a bell begins to toll, its ominous knell crashing through the air like thunder. The distant sound of footsteps reaches his ears next, accompanied by heavy, panting breaths and the occasional hissed curse.

Eddie conceals himself behind a partially standing wall, peering through its broken glass windows in search of his interloper. He spies a figure approaching, running through the fog in a zig zag pattern, as though trying to evade something. As the figure gets closer and Eddie can make out more of its features, he realizes it's a boy, carrying a bat embedded with nails and dressed in a brown leather jacket underneath a battered denim vest.

Denim vest?

Eddie doesn't have time to dwell on the vague sense of familiarity that flashes through him at the sight of this boy—of the vest—because the fog and miasma behind him slowly start to clear, revealing a large, gnarled creature walking calmly after him.

"Why do you run from me, Steven?" the creature says, its voice sinister and seductive, a long-stemmed rose laden with thorns. "You asked me to find you. You begged to be mine. Because you know, Steve, that only I can end your suffering."

The boy skids to a halt beside the body of the girl. He whirls around to face the creature, throwing an arm up to point at her remains. "End my suffering like you ended Chrissy's?"

Steve? Chrissy?

The creature laughs, an ugly, croaking sound that sends shivers up Eddie's spine. "She is beautiful now," it croons. "And you will be, too, once you join us."

And that confuses Eddie. Because despite his dirtied appearance, windswept hair, sweat-slicked face, and scarred neck, the boy before him is already beautiful.

"You want me?" the boy—Steve—spits as he brings both hands together, knuckles going white as he tightens them around the handle of his bat. He raises it between him and the creature, widening his stance and shifting his weight between his feet in anticipation of a fight. "Come and get me!"

As soon as the words leave his lips, the vines at his feet spring to life, shooting up and thrusting him back against a nearby spire. The force of it visibly knocks the breath out of Steve, but he was apparently expecting something like this, because he managed to bring one hand up to the level of his eye before he was fully immobilized, trapping his wrist in the hold one of the vines has against his neck.

"Poor, foolish Steve," the creature says, slowly approaching him. It huffs out a derisive laugh as it steps over the fallen nail bat, then reaches out a thrawn, leathery hand, hovering it over Steve's face, clawed fingers curling as if to grasp him, puncture him. "You cannot run from me."

Steve gasps and struggles against his binds, but goes still when something new resounds through the air—the sudden blare of an electric guitar, followed by a series of deep and distorted notes that Eddie can feel in his very bones.

Drums come crashing in, loud and unapologetic, and he revels in the sheer power of it all, letting the music wash over him and set his nerves alight.

"Try and stay very still," the creature murmurs, giving the noise no mind. "It will all be over soon."

Slowly, Steve's brows unfurrow and he actually smiles. "Yes, it will," he manages to choke out, the challenge in his voice apparent despite its compromised state, "but not in the way you think."

As if on cue, a voice rings out, rough and raspy and angry and perfect above the thunderous melody that fills the air. The words are familiar, seared in Eddie's mind like a memory. Without a doubt, he knows this song. If only he could remember how he knows it.

With the voice comes a gate, though it's unlike the one Eddie came in through. Its edges are wispy, like the fog itself cleared to make an opening, and he can see clearly through it to the other side.

The scene features three unconscious bodies. The first is Steve's, wearing a set of headphones and levitating several feet off the ground. The second is a young girl's, floating in a bathtub with a blindfold tied around her head. The third is a boy's, slumped over the side of the tub with his fingers intertwined with the girl's.

A gaggle of children are split between them, some kneeling by the tub and others standing below Steve, jumping and screaming up at him. Their faces are so familiar. Eddie wishes he could place them. But all he has to go on are the frantic pounding of his heart and the bone-deep feeling that these people, these strangers, are important.

There are older kids scattered about, too, one of which has her hands wrapped around Steve's ankle, yelling as she tries to keep him tethered. Her voice is muffled, but Eddie can make out her panicked, "That's enough, dingus, it's time to come back! They've got it from here!"

The song swells, powerful and ferocious, and Eddie feels the chords right in his very heartstrings. He looks down at his hands, watches some muscle memory react viscerally to the song's fury, watches his fingers start to curl as if itching to rest on a fretboard.

"This is for Eddie, you ugly son of a bitch!" Steve yells up at the creature. He manages to leverage a bit of space with his trapped hand, then—at the crest of an absolutely face-melting guitar solo—drops his head to take a huge, violent bite out of the vine wrapped around his neck.

Several things happen at once:

1) The creature—Vecna—rears back, affected enough by Steve's display of unhinged ferality that the vines loosen their grip on him. Steve bursts out of Vecna's hold and starts sprinting toward the gate.

2) Two figures materialize behind Vecna: the girl and the boy from the other side. He must be Will the Wise, in all his bowl-cut glory. And she must be Supergirl, if the way she blasts Vecna straight through a nearby wall is any indication.

3) Eddie fucking remembers.

He remembers Hawkins and the Upside Down. He remembers Vecna, and Chrissy, and nearly every single face on the other side of the gate.

He remembers Dustin sobbing over his dying body; he remembers Max offering up herself up as bait; he remembers Lucas turning on the basketball team to help his true friends; he remembers Erica thrusting a belt made of literal bullets into his hands; he remembers Nancy wielding a felonious shotgun into battle; he remembers Robin's knowing expression at hunt the freak. He remembers Mike Wheeler, and Jonathan Byers, and—well, not the long-haired guy next to Jonathan, but that's probably fine.

And of course, he remembers the boy who'd stripped off his yellow sweater and thrown it in Eddie's slack-jawed face, who'd worn Eddie's battle vest over his still-bleeding battle wounds, who'd walked side-by-side with Eddie in a forest full of danger and decay, who'd blushed so prettily when Eddie called him big boy, who'd held Eddie's gaze and warned him not to play hero.

Eddie remembers Steve.

Later, once they both tumble through the gate and end up on the ground in a pile of limbs, Eddie will groan low in his throat and try to untangle himself from Steve's heavy body. Steve, terrified that he might have brought something dangerous back with him, will twist on top of Eddie and nearly slam his head down into the tiled floor, stopping himself only once he realizes exactly who he has pinned under him.

Later, once the party finally stops screaming in response to Eddie's sudden appearance—to his literal resurrection—Steve will drag him into his chest and clutch desperately at his back, rocking their bodies back and forth in near-catatonic shock. Eddie will clutch him back just as tightly, drenching his shirt with hot, wet tears.

Later, after Vecna is reduced to mere dust and Eddie struggles to heal from his months of being trapped alone in an alternate dimension, he'll dial Steve's phone number in the dead of night just to hear another person's voice. Steve will talk about nothing and everything, hanging up only when he can hear Eddie's breaths slow and finally even out through the line.

Later, Steve will admit he purchased Metallica's record shortly after Eddie's supposed death, wanting to hear the song he played in the Upside Down, the legendary song he used to brand himself as bait before running off to protect Dustin and buy the rest of the party more time. Eddie will hide the pleased little thrill that rushes through him at Steve's admission by throwing an arm around him and insisting they'll make a metalhead of him yet.

Later, Eddie will bring the subject up again, curious to know how the song became Steve's Vecna song. Surely he had other options that he'd cherished for far longer than the several months he'd known Master of Puppets. Steve will quietly confess that the song made him think of Eddie, of a fiery, vibrant life snuffed out too soon. And though Steve made the mistake of not turning from the Creel house and running back to Eddie that night in the Upside Down, he knew if he'd ever have to fight for his life trapped in a Vecna mind prison, he'd do it right. He wouldn't for one second hesitate to run toward the song—to run toward Eddie.

Later, Steve will gently cup Eddie's cheek and press in, close enough that they both have to go slightly cross-eyed to keep eye contact, that they feel each other's nervous, shallow breaths in the space between them. Eddie will grapple with the slew of feelings swirling messily in his ribcage before his stubborn resolve wins out and he presses his lips against Steve's in a long overdue kiss.

Later, Steve and Eddie will fall in love. But now?

Now, Steve runs.

And Eddie, or the something that never truly stopped being Eddie, follows.

#stranger things #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #been fixating on this hc that steve's vecna song became master of puppets after they lost eddie #and instead of being normal and writing about it in his pov i decided to do this instead #also this isn't a full kas!eddie situation but i love the idea of eddie losing himself in the upside down #maybe his body's a lil wonky when he comes back who knows? depending on your level of monsterfucker you can choose to believe what you want #spot the phantom reference lol #fic writing #hbd

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Fetch Quest part 1

From the way Crowley had hyped it up, Yuu had expected acquiring a new magic gem to be an epic quest. She envisioned delving deep into the earth, scaling treacherous caverns, and narrowly dodging ferocious beasts. What they got instead was a relatively peaceful stroll.

Yuu says relatively because her company was totally dragging down the vibes.

“Myah! Are you crazy! It’s pitch black in there!”

Fire Catcoon, don't you have literal flames coming out your ears?

“I can't believe I’m stuck with a literal scaredy cat! This is pathetic.”

Stop egging him on Ace. That attitude is literally how you got here in the first place.

“You – !”

“Shut up! Both of you!” Fed up, Yuu seized them by an ear each.

“Yeouch!”

“What the fuc – !”

The brats struggle but there's no escape. “We’re here because the two of you couldn't handle one day without starting a fight that destroyed seven hallways!” Also Deuce’s shit aim but he wasn't being a problem right now.

The duo tries to protest but Yuu digs her nails into their ears.

Deuce watches in discomfort but doesn't actually try to stop her. Good.

“From now until we get back, I’m in charge, and I won't tolerate any more arguing. Are. We. Clear.” Yuu practically hisses the last part.

“Like I'm gonna –” Yuu pinches harder and twists. “Okay!”

Satisfied that order had been restored, Yuu surveyed the trio. Grim was still nursing his sore ear, Ace had retreated a few steps, shooting daggers with his glare, and Deuce was standing ramrod straight.

“So what's the plan then O’ mighty leader.”

Ace's sarcasm was thick, but Yuu ignored it. She had a job to do.

If she was being honest, Yuu didn't actually have much experience with leadership. Still, she could improvise. Channeling her experience teaming up against fiends, Yuu tries to imitate some of the squad leaders she's worked with.

“We go in staggered column formation. Myself at point, Grim and Ace take left and right respectively, and Deuce at the rear.” Yuu glares at them, daring anyone to interrupt.

“In the event of a hostile encounter, I’ll engage because I’m the only one with actual combat experience,” – Fire Catcoon starts to speak up but a pointed look silences him – “while Grim acts as my backup,” thanks to that night in Ramshackle she at least has an idea how he fights. “Ace and Deuce will provide cover fire when needed. Any questions?”

Deuce nervously raises a hand. “What's a staggered column formation?” Shifting in place he follows up, “and, uh, cover fire?”

Yuu blinks. Oh, right. Despite this world's freaky magic these people are still basically civilians. Glancing at the other two Yuu suspects they didn't understand much more than Deuce, but were too proud to admit it.

Motioning them over, she kneels down and starts drawing in the dirt.

“So we are going in with a four point zig-zag pattern,” Yuu starts, drawing four circles connected by a line.

“I’m this dot at the front, then Grim is a little behind to my left, Ace will be further back at Grims right, and we end with you at the back on Ace’s left.”

Deuce is looking avidly at her crude sketch and nods. Despite his aggression from today's earlier fiasco the blunett was being surprisingly cooperative.

“Cover fire means that if we get in a fight, while Grim and I move forward, you and Ace will use long range spells when we knock an enemy back.” I stand up and dust off my pants.

Fists clenching in determination Deuce looks in my eyes, “Got it!”

That's the spirit!

Too bad Ace has to speak up. “You're putting the weasel before us? What the hell?”

“Grim is my backup because we’ve fought together before and know how to avoid getting in each other's way.”

At this Grim puffs up with pride. “Yeah!”

“And I've been in combat situations since I was ten. So I’d say I'm qualified to decide this stuff.”

“Wait what?”

Ignoring Ace I summon my scepter, “Alright, nothing else? No? Great.”

“What's that about you fighting since you were ten?”

“I’ll tell you later. Now squad, get in formation.”

“Yeah!” Deuce and Grim cheer. Ace is still looking at me dubiously but he gets in position.

“Hold still, I'm going to cast a support spell. Grim, we did this before with the dorm ghosts.”

Grim’s tail wiggles as eyes light up with recognition. “The butterfly thing that made me stronger!”

“That's the one. Now, [Dreamer’s Blessing]!”

Shimmering butterflies spiral gently from my scepter and envelop the trio in a gentle glow.

“Alright, let's go!”

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I've got this and the end sorted but the fight scene in the middle is giving me trouble so I'm just splitting the mine into three parts. Part three is the start of where this au really diverge but it doesn't feel right to just 'yada yada' away the things that lead up to that.

#twisted wonderland #twst yuu #magical girl yuu #twisted wonderland au #twst #disney twst #twst mc #twst grim #ace trappola #deuce spade #I learned how to do the 'read more' line break thing #and I feel so powerful #i had to resist the urge to make grim start every sentence with 'Myah'#I looked up small unit tactics for this

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roach-works · 8 months

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for your city game: 🌿👀🔌

in the city of vanitas, where the lost girls went, they have your dead houseplants. the cactus you didn't know you needed to water, the african violets you drowned, the pothos that got sickly and yellow and full of ants.

they're everywhere in vanitas: plastic pots nailed to window frames and doorways, ceramic pots stacked in ranks on all the balconies. every fire escape in this city is a zig-zag riot of coleus and monstera and boston fern. every signpost is hung like a windchime with clumsy macrame, dozens of pots clinking and clunking in the breeze.

this is because vanitas is where every lost plant lives suspended in the moment you loved it best: golden light shines on all their healthy leaves and lovely flowers, and their soil is always perfectly watered. you can't imagine how good they all smell, except maybe you can, if one of those pots was yours. remember it? that earthy, living smell, like a miracle you could carry home for two dollars.

well, anyway. the lost girls find them here and there on the same mournful roads only they know how to run both ways. long after your desiccated snakeplant is carried away by the garbagemen one industrial morning, a lost girl carries it slick and sun-shining back home, and wedges it into just a little space left in the crowded railing of her front stoop. the light over her tenement gets just a little brighter. and she goes inside to do things im not going to tell you any more about.

#vanitas

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bcbdrums · 2 months

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The Little Ones - ch. 77

A Drakgo fic. Read on: AO3 | FFn The Little Ones masterpost

A/N: Sorry no title, I'm just not clever with titles in a hurry. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @flowery-laser-blasts!!! It's short, and was written in a hurry, but I still wanted to give you something so you know just how much you are appreciated. I hope you'll enjoy this little slice-of-life. Know what's neat, is in writing this... I was seeing them in your art style as I went. Interesting filter my brain applied. It was fun.

Drakken adjusted the magnification on his glasses, zooming in as he continued his delicate work. The tiniest error would ruin everything and could result in an explosion that would leave him both physically and emotionally wounded for weeks, not to mention the blow to his pride for not being able to finish the job he'd started.

He slowly leaned back, adjusted his grip, and then leaned forward again as he carefully positioned the brush. He painted a nearly-microscopic black, glittering line across the curved surface, not releasing his breath until he had finished. Then he then leaned back again with a grin of satisfaction. The sparkling zig-zag line was perfectly straight, separating the darker green from the lighter, and would catch the light beautifully.

"Do you want the gel top coat after they dry?" he asked.

"Of course," Shego replied as she spread her fingers and studied the fresh coat of polish on her nails. "I like the zig-zags."

Drakken puffed up in pride and with a bit of relief. He never wanted to relive how angry Shego had been the time he made a small mistake in his fine detail work because of Commodore Puddles licking his ankle unexpectedly.

"Change the channel, then you can do my other hand," she said, setting the painted one flat on the table with her fingers spread apart.

Drakken dutifully lifted the remote and after quickly checking the time, flipped over to Shego's favorite reality show—Monster Jam—and then prepared to paint the nails of her other hand.

"I still can't believe your cousin snuck onto the show," Shego said after a moment.

Drakken grumbled as he glanced at the screen during the show's intro montage, displaying monster trucks crushing car after car.

"He said their monster trucks were 'seriously under-powered,'" Drakken replied.

He gently lifted Shego's other hand from the table, allowed himself a moment to savor the sensation of her hot skin against his, feel how delicate and smooth her fingers were in comparison to his calloused ones.

"I bet you could build a better one."

"Hnh. Don't tempt me," Drakken said as he adjusted his glasses and dipped the brush into the black polish. The accent nail on this hand was going to have a tiny green skull, but he of course needed the base coat first.

As he started, he felt Shego's eyes leave the screen and focus on him instead. His cheeks began to warm as he felt her soft smile on him rather than her fingers.

"If I had known you were so good at this I'd have stopped going to the salon years ago."

Drakken felt his heart flutter.

"I'm good with my hands in other ways too," he said, dipping the brush in the polish again.

Shego didn't reply, and when he looked up her face was flushed crimson and her eyes darted away from his, fixing unblinking on the television. It took him an embarrassingly long time to follow the train of her thoughts, and when he arrived at their conclusion he dropped the brush on the table and nearly choked in his shock.

"Ahhheheheh, I mean! Ahh, I'm— I'm...very good at...giving massages."

Drakken watched Shego bite the inside of her cheek as she glanced back at him cautiously, not bothering to pretend her mind hadn't gone exactly where it must have.

"Youuu you you...don't...need to pay for the spa, either. If you don't want to," he continued quickly.

Shego swallowed slowly, recovered herself, and then turned to smirk at him.

"You pay for my spa vacations."

"Nyeh! Shego... Work with me here."

She chuckled, and Drakken sighed in relief to be let off the hook.

"Okay, okay. I'll bite. When my nails dry you can try to convince me that staying in the lair for a massage is better than a fifteen hour flight to Greece. What do you say?"

Drakken picked up the brush again and cleaned it to resume his painting. He had been frowning in reaction to the misunderstanding, but as he stole glances at Shego watching TV he felt a different kind of flush rise under his collar. She was pointedly not looking at him, and every now and then when she thought he was engrossed in the details of the painting he saw her bite her lip, and her hand had gone clammy in his.

He grinned as he wondered... Perhaps he shouldn't have corrected her after all.

Perhaps he should misunderstand something later when she let him try to prove his other skills.

Drakken dipped the brush in the bright green polish as he allowed himself to stroke her hand with his thumb just once.

"I say...you're on."

#kim possible #drakgo #drakken #shego #drakken x shego #drew lipsky #flowery-laser-blasts #the little ones

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amethystpath-writes · 1 year

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Could you do something with team having to lock up stoic team member. They expect him to be fine and they don't want him going on a particularly dangerous mission and getting hurt further. They don't expect him to spiral into panick behind locked doors and are guilt-ridden when they return.

He's Gone

NOT A PR0MPT

The mission went flawlessly; Team anticipated every backfire at Villain's base: alarm systems, security cameras, standing guards, Villain. They avoided each almost perfectly, which was a surprise to them. As confident as they felt, it was their first mission without Leader. After seeing the state he was in, it was easy to say the team was terrified; it aided their thorough preparation, to say the least.

There was no ease in the thought of escaping, but the Team felt better once they were on their way to base. Leader was there, and he would be so proud of them for orchestrating this mission on their own, and for carrying it out. They had all they needed to defeat Villain. All the trauma Leader had gone through could be laid to rest.

Arriving to the base, everything seemed normal. Of course, Leader had been left in the medical room, but they were sure he had ventured out.

Walking into the kitchen, they noticed otherwise. There was a cake in the fridge they had left for Leader, when he was ready to leave his bed. It was a celebratory cake, for Leader's return.

"Do you think he's still asleep?" Hero asked.

"Could be. He was in pretty rough shape when we left him. He must have taken the painkillers we left for the wounds." Other Hero shrugged it off, a little less concerned than she probably should have been.

Hero put a finger to her lips. Just on the way home, she had chewed every nail down to the quick. "I think we should check on him."

"You regret leaving him alone, don't you?" Other Hero sighed. "He said he would be fine. We were right to trust him; it's what he would have wanted-"

"But he was wrong," Hero argued.

"We don't know that yet."

But Hero did know. Otherwise, Leader would have been out here. He would have dove into the cake and hugged Hero and Other Hero when they walked through the door. Then, he would have offered a dinner with a team briefing. The house shouldn't have been this silent.

As Hero made her way to the medical room, she felt her palms sweating. "Leader? Leader, are you in here?" She didn't wait to open the door, and as she did, she drew in a quick breath. Her eyes burned with tears. "Leader, oh my god. Other Hero, come here- hurry!"

Leader was crumpled against the wall, clothes torn at the seams, skin scratched in frantic, zig-zagging lines- Hero couldn't believe her eyes. "Leader, talk to me, okay? What's going on? What happened?"

Of course, Leader was in no fit shape to respond.

"I thought you were dead. I thought you were dead. I killed you. I let you go by yourselves. You were dead. You were dead."

"Leader, I'm here! We're- we're both here. Other Hero, tell him you're here." And they did. They repeated it over and over again if only to stop the panic rising from Leader.

"Villain is dead!" Hero finally screamed, and although it wasn't true, and although Other Hero looked at her like she was insane, Leader stopped.

"But he killed you."

"He didn't kill us," Hero said. "We killed him. We are all safe, Leader. He's gone." Leader took heavy breaths, and staring into space, he leaned against Hero. "He's gone. It's okay," she assured. "He's gone."

Even though he wasn't gone at all.

#not a pr0mpt #He's Gone #i wonder if the term goosebumps is universal #you guys all know what those are right?#do we pull out the whump tags?#those have been retired for quite some time #leader whump #team whump #hero whumpee #leader whumpee #villain whumper #this one has been in my drafts for so long and I totally forgot about it. I apologize many times.#How is everyone?!#I've regained my motivation to write so I'm hoping to write more often.

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i keep thinking of sam winning a game and tara running down the stairs not even caring about the pain that's coursing through her leg as she does so, so she can get to her sister. she's pushing security guards and agents and even reporters aside so she can get to her sister, dropping her cane to the side so she can jump on sam's arms and be spinned around by her. people are taking pictures, and maybe this is one of the only times sam has been so public about tara because she's there, and she actually got to watch one of her games, but she doesn't seem to care - she's focused on her sister rambling over and over about the game, how her hands fidget as she talks about a specific play, how she can't stop looking at sam like she's the coolest person ever because she just played so, so well and tara is in awe.

and maybe kirby had never seen tara in person, probably didn't know much about why sam was so reserved when it comes to her sister, and she sees a small girl talking so passionately about hockey but still holding on to a stick so she can stay on two feet and she just. gets it. she gets it immediately.

Shootouts were stressful. Probably more for the participants than the attendees, but just try to tell Tara Carpenter that. Or try telling her it was a regular-season game and meant almost nothing for the standings. Her good leg was shaking, and she kept catching herself biting her nails even though she had made sure to paint them with the stuff that made them taste bad.

It's down to sudden death now, and Sam shakes out her hair before putting the cage back on. She almost looks like her dad when she does it, but whereas he would turn back towards the legions of girls pressed against the glass, Sam is singularly focused on the goalie. In the stands, Tara murmurs to herself, "C'mon. Do the Forsberg." They'd practiced it thousands of times, Tara refusing to leave the IcePlex until she got it right. She made Sam play goalie, and she was half-convinced her sister only let her win so they could go home. Or maybe Sam just sucked as a goalie.

Sam lines up at center ice, waits for the puck. Some players turn on a dime as they make their way to the net, trying to fake their opponent every second, but Sam prefers to build momentum with these long, looping zigs and zags. As she approaches, she leans towards her forehand side, watches the goalie pull that way like they're connected by an invisible string. And then, just as she reaches the paint, she lets go. Switches the stick to her backhand and loops the puck around the goaltender's outstretched leg.

And Tara jumps. Stumbles. Catches herself against the railing.

Downstairs, Kirby Reed stands against a pillar as members of the media set up the folding tables for a post-game presser. She shifts her arm, reaches under her blouse to adjust the brace, keep it from chafing. She's not sure if it's psychosomatic or the result of poor sleep, but either way, stress must be the culprit.

Sam walks out of the locker room a few minutes later, her "dry-fit" t-shirt soaked through with sweat and her hair held in place by a backwards ballcap. "I sit here?" She asks, pointing towards the center seat, a dozen microphones turned towards it.

"Sam!" Kirby barely registers the blur of motion nimbly dodging security guards. The sound of footfalls is uneven, more weight placed on one leg than the other, and something loud clatters to the floor as Sam accepts the girl into her arms, spins her around and laughs. "Hey. I heard you cheering."

"Holy shit, you actually pulled it off. You always said you couldn't, but I knew it. The way you dropped your hand as you were turning, and -- I told you it would work, because it's you, and you never deke at that point, you never go backhand, and…" Tara's still talking as Sam lowers her down, but as soon as her right leg hits the ground, her knee buckles and Sam has to steady her.

"Whoa, whoa, hey. I got you. Where's your cane?"

"I got it." Kirby steps forward, extending the aid in her left arm (her good one -- the other one is held against her chest like she's a wounded, cornered animal. 12 years and that feeling still hasn't gone away.) It's covered in stickers, from teams and stadiums across the continent. There's a Bauer sticker on one side, just where the logo would be emblazoned on a stick. "You must be Tara."

#answered #two minutes for slashing au

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wolf-sxyeon · 7 months

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𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕣

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"Run, run, little wolf," the man chuckles as the wolf zigs and zags through the forest, the wind rushing through her fur as she pushes herself deeper into the trees. She can hear him, his voice surrounding her and causing her heart to race faster and faster. "You can't hide from me, I know who you are."

Soyeon dives under an old tree, the roots having lifted up and allowed the wolf to dig a hole to hide in, to take refuge in whenever she needed. She'll be safe here, she'll never be found.

Tears run down her face as she curls up in the dirt, shifting back into her human form and moving deeper into the small burrow she made for herself. It's not the best but it's better than being out there. Out there where she can be discovered. Where she can be found.

The voice vibrates through her head, the taunting memories causing her to curl her nails into her palms and cause them to bleed. Nights like this are why she can't be around people - or so she tells herself. Soyeon has wondered about finding a new pack but not many are open to allowing a new wolf into their folds... especially not one that smells like she does.

Tainted in the blood of her pack. Cursed by the moon goddess.

Sobbing in the dark, she waits for the day to come, hidden away from the world while her wolf keeps her company. Like it always has - like it always will.

❝ 𝕎𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕨𝕠𝕝𝕗!𝕊𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕠𝕟 ℕ𝕠𝕨 𝕆𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ❞

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Ranking the Psichikers based on drawability instead of doing my homework. By drawability I mean how closely I can draw them to canon design btw. Criteria is:

1. Do I need a reference to draw this character?

If I do not need a reference = +1

Sometimes I need it= 0.5

If I do need a reference = 0

2. Are they fun to draw?

Yes = +1

Some parts are fun = +0.5

Not at all = 0

3. Do I want to draw them often?

ALL THE TIME = +1

Frequently = +0.75

Sometimes = +0.5

Not very much = +0.25

Never I only draw them when I have to = 0

4. Can I be creative with this character?

Yes = +1

Sometimes= 0.5

No = 0

That is four questions! Exactly the number of PSIkickers, what a coincidence! Totally not planned at all!

Ranking begins:

4. Reita Toritsuka (1.75/4)

Sorry tori. I need a reference for his hair pretty much everytime I draw him, which to be fair is so far like 4 times in total. Honestly I have a love-hate relationship with his headband because on the one hand, it's kinda iconic, on the other it's fucking horrendous I'm sorry.

Moving on from the hair, the most fun I have with drawing him would be his uniform (I like the rosary beads and Geta) and his face since he's an expressive character so I get to do a lot of fun stuff with that ( this technically does not count since it's not a part of the design but his points are already kinda low, I felt generous).

Lastly, no, I don't really have many "creative" ideas with him, I had maybe 3 but I never really felt passionate enough to finish them I'm sorry.

2. Mikoto Aiura (2/4)

This feels way too low but I can't really break the rules.

I do need to use references to draw her everytime I do ( which I think is...1 time? That is criminally low what the fuck am I doing) mainly due to her hair, speaking of which, I LOVE HER HAIR I LOVE HER NAILS I LOVE HER EYES I LOVE HER!!!! She is so fun to draw and it's so fucking nice to have a character with some fucking MELANIN OMG HER SKIN I AJDBDJ SHADING TANNED/DARK SKIN IS SO FUN WHY DONT I DO IT MORE OFTEN. This doesn't count since it's supposed to be about their canon design but there are so many outfits you can put her in it's crazy!!! I think it's mainly because she's kinda the only one with an aesthetic idk.

I WANNA DRAW HER ALL THE TIME I JUST DONT FOR SOME REASON WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!??? Off topic I do not draw any of the female characters that often even though I regularly lose my mind thinking about them what's up with that?

Do I get to be creative with her? Not really but that's not her fault that's on me, she's perf I'm just uncreative that's all.

So sadly this is her rank. ATM anyway I'll draw her so often after this trust.

2. Saiki Kusuo (2/4)

He scored 0.5 on everything... How!??? Last I checked he is not Satoru Hiroshi.

Main reason I need a reference is due to the hair which for the most part is a bunch of zig zags and so I don't need it that often.

He is fun to draw, mainly his eyes they are very pretty. I do want to draw him often, I doodle him a lot. I think it's the limiters and glasses. I don't have to worry about him looking accurate cuz if you throw the limiters and glasses on it immediately looks like saiki so Im not that scared about drawing him.

Fun fact a lot of times when I'm drawing him he ends up looking like Kuboyasu. Until I put limiters on. Then all of a sudden it's saiki! Amazing! Chouno Uryoku who?

I guess I'm somewhat creative with him? I have a few ideas laying around, one or two animatics, maybe a fic and a couple crossover fanart ideas. Dunno if I'll ever get around to doing it though.

1. Akechi Touma (3/4)

I SO BADLY WANNA GIVE HIM A 4/4 MAN.

No I do not need a reference I drew him once and then his hair and face were ingrained into my long term memory for eternity in fact i remember it so well I subconsciously gave it to an OC.

Is he fun to draw? FUCK YEAH HE IS. Hair was the problem for all the other characters but not this one, no sir! because THIS MOTHERFUCKER HAS THE HAIR THAT GIVES ME GENDER EUPHORIA. It was my first 'boy' hair cut and I love how androgynous it made me look so looking at him gives me pure joy. And his eyes GOD I LOVE HIS BIG PURPLE EYES SJDIEBD.

I used to want to draw him all the time but I've drawn him too frequently so I need to take a small (miniscule really) break so I can continue liking it. Maybe that'll give me time to draw more Aiura. Anyways I gave him 0.75 on that part but that's entirely my fault for over drawing him. He did no wrong I take the blame.

Can I be creative with him? No not really since just drawing him covered in blood and/or eating sweets does not count as creative in this criteria. But I do have many ideas of just putting him in other universes and meeting my other favs and then the two of them ramble about an interest of choice and are just get to talk talk talk and talk I love them I love their yapping onjdhdiehd and I have a couple of animatic ideas I may never finish. GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE HAS A 4/4 IN MY HEART.

Oh god it's 1:22 am I should finish this homework.

#needing references is bad in this context because i dont always have acess to ine when drawing them #Writing this made me realise i dont really draw the ideas i have that often whoch i should do #specially the akechi meets my other blorbos one thatd give me so much serotonin id be filled with pure love and joy for every creature big #and small after i draw akechi in the same room as No 1 from artemis fowl who i should also draw more often #i might change my opinions on this come the morning but who cares #okay homework time alright buh bye #saiki k

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