#hence why I made it like that uwu

[bapydemonprincess]

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GO FOR IT, MEY RIN! 💕💕💕

The Sim where you help Mey Rin get with ...EVERYONE SHE HAS A CRUSH ON!!! ...And remember, she's bisexual, so there's quite a few~

#kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #mey rin #grelle sutcliff #grell sutcliff #agni #hannah annafellows #angela blanc #ronald knox #sebamey #grellerin #grellrin #meyagni #hannamey #angelamey #meyron #little note: I only support mey ron if mey gets to be annoyed by his dumb ego <3 #hence why I made it like that uwu

[hihhasotherfixations]

Kinktober Day 2: A/B/O - Price x Reader

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CW: I wrote it gn, however, in my mind, all omegas have uteri. In other words, man, woman or gn, omegas have a cooch in order to make babeh. Sooo, it’s gn but with afab anatomy :3. Attempted assault (aka unwanted claiming – though not by Price), a/b/o dynamics, claiming, mating marks, unprotected p in v, possessiveness, praise, knotting, scenting

Word Count: 5602

This was supposed to be a drabble/short fic. Oops. Please keep in mind I won’t be writing long fics like this very much cause doing that every day is impossible, hence me posting this a day late and also at 4am :’)

But I hope you enjoy!! Cause I did have fun writing it UwU

Walking across the tarmac of base, the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, a skittish feeling rising in your gut.

For the last few minutes, you’d felt as if you were being followed, your instincts going haywire, making you extra conscious of the scents in the air. And you had to, for you were an omega. 

With a world made up of 63% beta’s and 24% alphas, the omegas were usually left out or singled out. And it was dangerous.

Throughout history, omegas had been plentiful. There was an omega for every alpha, multiple even. But as time went on, it became less and less desirable to be an omega, causing for selective breeding- and mated pairs to be made. Where there once was an omega for every alpha, slowly it became a beta for every alpha – and with the influx of beta’s, alphas’ numbers too dwindled, leaving the world in the state that it was today.

And while the percentages had changed, instincts hadn’t.

Glancing over your shoulder, you finally saw it: a body ducking behind a wall too slow.

It was no secret that the military was a breeding ground for alphas, the high status individuals drawn to the hierarchy and power-filled environment. That however, left omegas like you.

Even with modern day medicine and modifications, instinct was something that was impossible to suppress, and the low amount of omegas left in the population caused for those instincts to go haywire in alphas.

Any unclaimed omega was at risk. It is why suppressants had been invented, to ensure the safety, choice and free will of all parties involved.

Hiding your scent with the suppressants and making you as invisible as a beta, you were supposed to go under the radar. And you had been. In your entire career in the military, everyone had thought you were a beta. There was only one person in your team who knew – your captain, Price.  But he never treated you differently for it.

Walking on, you repeated those words; ‘only Price knows, only Price knows’ like a mantra – but no matter how much you tried to convince yourself you were just paranoid, the man kept following you, causing your anxiety to raise.

Turning the corner to cut between buildings and get to the barracks quicker, you’d barely taken a step before your shoulder was grabbed and your body turned.

Harshly, you were pushed to the wall, your eyes wide as you looked at the black-haired, well-built man in front of you, his pupils dilated as he took you in - you were so deeply stuck in your head that you hadn’t heard him run up.

“Knew I smelt it.” He spoke lowly while his hands squeezed at your shoulders, confusing you while his form eclipsed yours. Before you could even open your mouth to ask what he meant, he leaned down to press his nose into the side of your neck where he sniffed, groaning in response.

Feeling that, your breath hitched, overwhelmed by the amount of pheromones he gave off, your nose clogging up and making you whimper on instinct.

That seemed to satisfy the man however, a low humming coming from him. “Unclaimed and walking around so shamelessly?” He grinned, pulling his face back as he instead placed a hand on your throat, keeping you under his thumb and pinned to the wall.

Your hands were on his chest, your breathing heavy and panicked. “Get off-“ You growled when he leaned back in, your right hand grabbing onto his face as you pushed his chin up, making the alpha growl in disdain.

“Stop that-“ He hissed the order, squeezing your throat which had your muscles freezing as his fingers pushed into your sensitive scent glands. It broke your focus long enough for him to grab your wrists and trap your arms together by your side, freeing himself up while his other hand stayed on your throat; commandeering. “Be a good omega and listen.” He huffed while nearly depriving you of all oxygen, your breaths small and weak.

Your mind however was spinning. He called you an omega. He was clearly acting on instinct and smelling you. But there was no way he should be able to.

With your arms pinned and your oxygen fleeting, you did the last thing your frantic mind could: slamming your knee up into his crotch before you swept his feet out from under him, causing the two of you to topple to the gravel together.

Slamming down side by side with a grunt, you struggled to pull your arms free but the man – to his credit – was quick, finding his feet fast enough to get on his knees and roll you underneath him, pinning you once more. His eyes fiery and angry, he re-gripped your neck, baring his teeth.

“You-!” Whatever else he was going to say was cut off as he was suddenly grabbed by the back of his uniform and thrown off of you.

“What in the bloody hell do you think you’re doing, soldier?!”

Immediately, your eyes widened at the familiar voice, looking up to see captain Price standing between you and the alpha he just yanked off of you.

His feet firmly planted in a wide stance, Price’s hat cast a shadow over his face while he stood there, glaring at the one in front of him.

“C-Captain.” The guy mumbled from where he was laying in the gravel, seeming thrown off for a moment before he scrambled up, tugging his shirt back into place with misguided confidence. “This isn’t what it looks like, there was no need to interfere.”

Those words however, seemed to light a fire in Price as he stepped forward and grabbed the raven by his collar. “Oh really? Cause it looked a whole lot like you assaulting my soldier.” He hissed, pulling the man close towards his face.

Getting to your feet, your heart was still thudding in your chest as you looked at the two men. Their anger filled the scent in the air, neither seeming to want to back off as the sergeant – as you now saw on his chest – glared back at Price just as vehemently.

“I am entirely within my right to pursue an omega.” He growled, grabbing Price’s wrist to attempt to pry his hand off his shirt, but Price held fast, his head tilting.

“But that’s not what this was, is it?” He chuckled darkly. “Courting looks very different, mate. And I’m not going to allow you to lay a hand on my soldier, my omega.” He growled right back, a possessiveness in his voice and scent that quickly had the other alpha questioning his chances.

Even among base, Price was well known for his status. Not only as captain but also because he came from a long line of alphas, kept ‘pure’ by not mixing with betas.

Though it had been something Price had lamented to you about – giving back for you sharing your secret with him – now it served its purpose, causing the sergeant to take a step back.

Price allowed it, letting go of the man’s shirt with an authoritative shove, still keeping himself positioned so that the other alpha couldn’t even see you behind the captain’s broad shoulders. “Scram before I have you written up for forcibly marking.” Price spat, his voice low and filled with danger as he glared.

Stumbling back from the shove, the sergeant stayed for just a moment longer while he clenched his fists, looking at Price before he accepted his loss, scurrying away and back around the corner, out of sight.

The moment his immediate scent left the area, Price un-tensed, sighing out before he turned to face you, a concerned look on his face. “Are you okay?”

Standing before the man, your breathing was still shallow, your hand cradling your throat as the reality of what happened settled in. In panic, your eyes shot up to his blue ones. “Price, I- I don’t know what happened, how he knew- I-“

Before you could continue, Price stepped up and pulled you into a hug, his breath stuttering a little as he did, though he held you all the same.

“It’s okay, just breathe.” He mumbled, cradling the back of your head. “This is on me, not you.”

“What?” You asked, pulling back to look at him, your eyes a little foggy as you tried to keep your panic down. “You came to my rescue in time, you’re not to blame.”

“No, that’s not…” Letting out a breath, Price stepped back, turning his head away to take a breath, trying to contain himself as your scent filled his nostrils, only seeming to get worse by the moment. “Come with me, I’ll explain.”

Confused, you nodded, taking a little step back and Price started walking, the sun beginning to set behind you.

His pace was firm while he kept glancing around, obviously still riled up from the confrontation earlier. And while you walked in silence with him, your mind was anything but.

Despite it however, you couldn’t bring yourself to voice any of your thoughts, simply following while you pushed your hands down on the scent glands on either side of your neck, hoping to stop spreading around your true nature.

Before long, you reached the 141’s barracks, walking inside and straight to Price’s office, to which he opened the door and let you walk in first, stepping inside after you where he closed and locked the door.

“What’s going on?” You managed to get out, still keeping your hands over your glands now that you were in a locked area with Price. Though you trusted him explicitly and knew he wouldn’t act on his instincts, you knew it was hard for him to fight against it. So to help his discomfort, you kept your hands firmly locked around your neck.

At your question, Price let out a deep sigh as his hand slipped off the doorknob. “You’ve been off your suppressants.” He eventually said, raising his head as he walked past you to his desk, making you frown in confusion.

“No, I’m not.” You spoke back. “I’m taking them. Every day.”

At your words however, Price shook his head no and opened a drawer low down his desk, bent over as he rummaged through it. “Those aren’t your suppressants.” He said as he found what he was searching for and smacked a pill bottle onto his desk for you to see. “I accidentally gave you the wrong one.”

Confused, you glanced at Price who had a guilty and frustrated look on his face before you glanced down at the pill bottle and walked up to his desk, pulling the container towards yourself.

Written on it in small lettering, there it stood.

‘Omega Scent Suppressants Recipient: Y/N L/N’

Snapping your head up, Price stood there, rubbing his forehead while his eyes were clenched shut. “I accidentally switched my migraine pills and your suppressants.” He spoke, sounding truly frustrated with himself. “I got the shipment for both on the same day and somehow mixed them up.”

“Oh…” You whispered and Price sighed, sitting down in his chair.

“It’s why I’ve been sick the last three days. I took what I thought was a pill for a migraine last Wednesday but it was your suppressant. It royally fucked me over physically. And it kinda still is. I wanted to take another migraine pill just earlier and that’s when I noticed.” Price explained, taking off his hat and rubbing his temple slightly before he raised his head and guiltily looked at you. “Which also means you’ve not taken your suppressants in a week.”

Realisation setting in, you gingerly sat down in the chair across from the captain, stunned. “So… their effect is wearing off and-“ “And the entire base can smell you’re an omega because of my cock-up.” Price nodded. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse, I should have been more careful.”

As his words sank in, you then looked up, shaking your head. “No, captain, this isn’t all on you.” You spoke, reaching out to grab his hands which he had clasped together on the desk. While this whole situation was fucked and dangerous, you weren’t about to let him eat himself alive – which you knew he would- and most likely had been doing. “You looked at those bottles twice to take a pill. I’ve been staring at mine every day and haven’t noticed. Don’t blame yourself for not noticing sooner because I never noticed at all.” You spoke, the smallest of smiles on your face and Price frowned.

“You’re taking this too lightly.” His voice was firm as he said that. “Even if you start your suppressants again now, it’ll take a day or two to take effect. By then, even if you hide away in your room, your scent will spread – if that bloody bastard hasn’t already squealed to his friends-“

Just at the mention of the other alpha, Price’s hackles raised again and you jumped in, holding his hands with both of yours now, pulling them a little closer to yourself. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s… not optimal but it would have to come out eventually. If I start with the suppressants again, maybe people will know I’m an omega, yes, but they won’t be driven mad by instincts. I’ll be fine.” You smiled but Price frowned in distaste, his muttonchops curling downward.

“I wish the world worked that way, love. I know alphas. And especially alphas in the army. As long as you’re unclaimed, they will behave like feral dogs, ripping each other to shreds just to get to you. You’re no longer safe. Especially the coming days.”

At his words, the blood drained from your face. “I can block my scent, it’ll be fine.” You said quietly, and Price just shook his head no with a sad smile.

“You’re going into heat soon. I can smell it on you.” Saying that, almost as if saying it out loud made it real for him as well, he pulled his hands back, gripping the edge of his desk as he blew out a breath. “God. You don’t know how hard it is for me to just sit here right now.”

At that, you looked up at him, feeling incredibly small of a sudden. “Then what can I do?”

“Either get claimed by someone you want, or go on an indefinite leave.” Price spoke. There was no room for argument, no room for any other possible options and tears filled your eyes.

“Leave?”

Sighing, Price got up from his desk and rounded it, turning your chair and crouching before you, taking your hands in his. “That’s not what I want. You’re my soldier. And a bloody good one too. But as my soldier, it is my job to look after you and keep you as safe as I can. This is the only way I can.” He spoke, his voice quiet, nearly a whisper at the end.

“Don’t make me leave.” You begged softly, feeling so defeated.

“I know. I know.” Price mumbled, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “You’ll always be my soldier.” He assured, a little smile on his face. “And when you find…” Uncharacteristically, he stuttered in his speech, trailing off, almost as if it was hard to get out. “-And when you find a good mate,” He eventually managed to say, “you can come be my soldier again.”

Those words however struck a chord within you, his words from earlier playing in your mind. “Your soldier.” You repeated in a whisper, your eyes landing on his. “Your omega.”

As you spoke that phrase, a blush flamed to life on Price’s face, unable to be hidden even by his beard. “I- That was a spur of the moment thing. It shouldn’t have slipped out, I’m sorry.”

“Slipped out?” You ask softly, a small bead of hope beginning to settle in your chest. “Are you saying those words are normally in your mind?”

Sitting before you, Price swallowed, his breath a little laboured. “God, don’t do this to me.” He almost pleaded, the gravel in his voice increasing as his body unconsciously began to lean closer, his chest almost touching your knees. “I won’t be able to hold myself back.”

“Answer the question, captain.” You whispered and Price rattled out a breath, your scent starting to overwhelm him, causing his body to respond in kind, giving off his own receptive pheromones.

“Yes, they are on my mind.” He growled, getting up from his crouch as he instead loomed over you, placing his hands on either side of the backrest of your chair, caging you in. “Every damn day.”

For the umpteenth time today, your heart started hammering in your chest, yet for once, it wasn’t out of fear or anxiety. “Captain…” You whispered, seeing your own hopes and wants play out right in front of you.

“Leave, Y/N, before I can’t hold myself back anymore.” He whispered while his hand came up to cup your chin, his face leaning in next to yours as he closed his eyes, taking in your addicting scent. “Fuck-“ He huffed, having to physically restrain himself from nuzzling into you. “Go. Now.” He ordered yet you stubbornly stayed put.

“Is this something you want, captain?” You whispered, your own eyes closed as well as you took in the waves of want and need cascading from him. “Not just your instincts?”

At your words, he let out a short chuckle, turning his head to push his brow into your temple, the pure image of barely contained need.

“I’ve been wanting to court you since you first arrived at this base.” He growled, his lips now so close to your ear it nearly reverberated through your body. “You don’t know what you do to me. Please go. Please. I can’t pull away.” Price pleaded, a mix of want and despair.

“Price, I don’t want to.” You whispered back, his eyes opening at that.

“What?”

Carefully, you pulled away and turned your head to look at him. “I’ve already chosen who I want to be claimed by.”

At that, the man almost seemed to falter, re-gripping the backrest of the chair to keep himself standing properly as he looked at you, trying to steel the excitement rippling through him as he processed the meaning of your words. You wanted him. “Are you sure? This is a lifetime commitment.” He mumbled and at that, you couldn’t help but smile, the omega inside you almost floundering at the care he displayed.

Throughout all your time you’d known him, Price had been a pillar of safety and support. No matter what, he’d been there for you, and you’d fallen a long time ago.

This man was the only one you’d entrusted with your secret and the only man you could see yourself being with. And because of it, you said the next words without hesitation.

“Please, I want you. Always have.”

As if a flame alighted in Price with your agreement, his lips slammed into yours. Reaching down, he lifted you up faster than you could have expected as his hands grabbed onto your thighs, hoisting you up and supporting you against his body.

Squeaking in surprise, you wrapped your arms around his neck for stability, holding onto him while you kissed back, your eyes closing. The coarse hairs of his beard scratched against your skin while he moved his lips, kissing you as if his life depended on it.

Even as he started walking, Price didn’t break the kiss, his scent becoming overpowering in the most delicious way while he walked out of his office and down the hallways to his room, his hands starting to squeeze and fondle the meat of your thighs.

In record time he had reached the door, kicking it open before rolling inside, using your body to slam it shut as he pinned you against the wooden frame, finally breaking the kiss fully, giving the both of you time to breathe.

“Fuck, I’ve waited so long to do that.” Price whispered, leaning down and pressing his nose against your neck, groaning as your scent fully enveloped him. “My omega…”

At his words, a flutter coursed through you, happier than you could believe to hear him say that – actually say that.

“Please claim me, alpha.” You returned in kind as you begged, causing a shiver to rack down Price’s spine, his pupils blown with lust as he nipped at your neck before he pulled back to look at you.

“Gladly.”

With that, he pulled back from the door after locking it, swiftly walking to his bed where he lowered you down, carefully placing you on your back before he allowed himself to get on as well, climbing over you.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He whispered, finally able to openly stare at you as he took in how well your uniform clung sat on your body.

Laying beneath Price, your chest was heaving as you took him in. His hat was nowhere to be seen, forgotten in his office while he trapped you beneath him. The muscles of his arm bulged underneath his shirt, his chest moving with every breath as he shifted, moving to slot himself between your legs.

“I’m going to ask this one last time, love.” He spoke in a low tone, leaning down as he pressed a kiss by your chin before moving up to the corner of your mouth, kissing there as well. “Are you sure this is what you want? No going back.” He murmured, one of his hands landing on your waist, rubbing back and forth.

“I want this.” You said immediately, reaching your hands down to grab onto his belt, pulling him closer to you. “I want you, John.” You whispered and Price groaned, placing his hand on your cheek.

“You’ll have me.” He mumbled before kissing you, starting to untuck your shirt from your camo pants with his hand still on your waist, his palm immediately darting underneath the fabric the moment it could.

His hand was warm and rough, sending shivers up your spine as he traced your ribs up, stopping just short of your chest.

Humming in delight at the feeling of his hand, you began to undo his belt, the clinking sounding through the room besides your shared heavy breathing. Price didn’t seem to mind as he hiked your shirt up further, seeming just as eager as you were as he broke the kiss and smiled down at you.

“Look at you, already so good for me.” He hummed with a smirk.

Sitting back on his haunches, he reached over his head and grabbed his shirt at the back, yanking it off of himself before throwing it to the side, revealing his bare torso. Dark hair was scattered all over his chest, running down in a v-shape towards his stomach where it ran down until it disappeared into his happy trail, obscured still by his boxers – visible now that you had opened up his pants.

You were unashamedly staring and it was clear Price enjoyed it.

Staying put for another few seconds to let you stare, Price then leaned forward to hover over you again, his dog tags swinging by your neck now that they were no longer tucked under his clothes. “Show me.” He whispered, tugging at your shirt and you bit your lip, nodding as you obeyed the command.

Reaching down, your torso was bare in no time, making Price groan appreciatively. Grabbing hold of your waist, it was dwarfed by his large hands while he leaned down, starting to kiss from your stomach up to your neck, making sure to nip and suck at your nipples before he moved further up, starting to rub his cheek past yours before he leaned even further rubbing the side of his neck to yours as he scented you.

Your scent glands, extra sensitive due to the oncoming claim, caused you to shudder as he rubbed his own into yours. Slowly, what had been so distinctly alpha and omega in the air now mixed into one as Price then moved onto the other side of your neck and scented you there as well, a groan in the back of his throat as his hips bucked into yours.

Just feeling his erection - straining against his clothing - caused a whimper to pull from you as you quickly faded into the submissive mentality that came with a claiming; your instincts taking over.

“Fuck, please, I need you.” You whimpered, almost feeling as if you’d gone into heat just from how needy you were becoming, your underwear stained with your own arousal, making it uncomfortable to stay in.

“I know, I’m here.” Price soothed, equally riled up though he managed to hide it better, putting you as priority while he began unbuckling your pants, quickly discarding it together with his own, leaving you both in nothing but underwear.

Seeing the wet stain on the fabric, Price growled low in his throat as he placed his hands on your inner thighs and spread your legs, giving himself a better view while he rubbed his thumb over the spot.

The scent of your arousal filled  the air, joining with your combined pheromones and that was enough to do the alpha in, his patience faltering as he reached out and ripped through your underwear, tearing the fabric before he threw it away – useless now.

Transfixed, he stared at your glistening folds, his erection straining against his own underwear as he now used both thumbs to spread you open, getting a good look at every part of you. “Fuck, such a perfect pussy.” He spoke almost under his breath, as if it wasn’t meant to be said out loud. Yet you heard all the same, making you whine as you bucked your hips towards him, almost inviting him to take you.

Something Price wasn’t going to pass up.

Quickly discarding his own underwear, Price panted as he grabbed hold of his cock. Pumping himself a few times, you could see he was leaking precum, his tip an angry red while he positioned himself back between your legs, the tip pressed to your folds.

“I’m going to claim you. My mate, my omega. Do you understand?” He spoke, his voice a low gravel and you nodded desperately, making Price groan as he leaned forward and buried his face into the side of your neck, his eyes closed. “Are you ready?” He whispered and you hummed, spreading your legs even wider.

With that final consent, Price then began pushing his cock into you.

Sliding inside inch by inch, you gasped for breath while the alpha stretched you out, taking his time as he moved bit by bit, his hips stuttering whenever he did, as if he was still firmly holding himself back.

Yet none of that was on your mind, as all you could think about was to feel him inside you. Without warning, your legs wrapped around his waist before you locked them together and pulled, forcing Price fully inside of you, causing a groan to leave him as your wet heat enveloped him entirely.

Immediately, the faux-heat that had began to develop inside you rocketed the pleasure to eleven. Just the feeling of him entering you had your toes curling as you gasped, borderline on the brink of orgasm already.

Caught off guard by your action, the alpha then steeled himself, firmly planting his hands on your hips. Given how wet you were, Price slowly began to thrust, unable to wait while he leaned in and kissed you, his beard scraping deliciously against your skin while he began fucking you.

What started out slow quickly picked up in pace, neither of you willing to wait. While you let out little breaths every time he bottomed out, the captain grunted in pleasure while the sound of skin slapping on skin began to ring in the room.

“Fuck you feel so good. Exactly like I imagined.” Price huffed as he kissed around your throat, his right hand coming down to push into your clit.

Immediately, your back arched and you whined loudly, causing the man to keep rolling his thumb over the nub, your shallow breathing turning to little moans while he thrusted into you, your head feeling thick and foggy as you could barely comprehend the orgasm you were on the precipice of.

You didn’t even have time to be embarrassed. The two of you had barely started before you were already orgasming as he pushed down onto your clit one more time, making you moan as you arched your back, your walls beginning to clench and spasm around the alpha fucking into you, an appreciative groan echoing from his throat at the feeling. “Bloody hell, love.” He panted while you trembled.

Even as you rode out your orgasm, Price never stopped thrusting, a ring of white appearing around his cock from your cum now as he pushed right through.

“Fuck, John-“ You moaned, not even given time to recover or breathe as he started speeding up his thrusts.

“Keep going like this and I can’t hold out long.” Price groaned, grabbing the back of your knees before pushing up, pinning them to your chest as he put you in a mating press, his cock dragging in and out of your walls at a rapid pace, making your whimpers and moans increase.

Where there usually should have been overstimulation, now you only felt pleasure, the uncanny ability for an omega to turn the sensitivity of pleasure up yet remove overstimulation rearing its head. After all, the more aroused and pleasured, the more fertile, as well as to keep up with an alpha’s stamina in rut.

“John- Alpha-“ You cried, completely trapped under him as he put his full weight onto you, keeping you in a mating press for him, causing his thrusts to hit deeper than before, his tip hitting straight onto your g-spot with every single thrust.

His hips slapping into the back of your thighs, you were a panting, moaning and sweaty mess, barely able to hold onto your own mind as he fucked you straight towards another orgasm, his shaft squelching with each thrust, making you whine as slowly, the base of his cock started to swell.

Panting, Price began stretching you out further and further with each thrust as his knot began to grow, indicating his climax was near.

Every thrust became more shallow than the previous while his movements sped up, fucking into you now to chase his own release as his knot slowly became too big to fit as he pounded into you.

“God, I’m gonna make you mine.” Price panted, his eyes focused, dead set on your neck and you whimpered out a moan.

“Please, please, fuck, I need your knot!” You begged, pushing back into every one of his thrusts now, needing to feel the swell of his cock inside you, feel it plug you up to keep his cum in, fully marking you as his, inside and out.

“You want it, love?” Price panted, smiling as he kept thrusting, the bulbous knot at the base of his shaft teasing your entrance every time, beginning to push in before it met too much resistance and the alpha pulled back before thrusting again.

“Yes!” You whined, grabbing onto the chain of his dog tags to pull him down. “Please!” You cried and that was all it took.

Groaning loudly in pleasure, Price tightly grabbed hold of your hips and pulled, pushing his cock into you at the same time, forcing himself past the resistance of your tight entrance.

Instantly, the both of you moaned and Price started shallowly thrusting as much as his cock allowed, his release mere moments away as he continued to thrust.

“Fuck, fuck-!” The captain growled before darting forward and sinking his teeth into the point where your shoulder met your neck, slamming into you as deep as he could go at the same time, grinding his pelvis into yours while his knot swelled fully as he came.

Hot, white seed shot into you, painting your walls as his orgasm washed over him.

With his teeth embedded in your flesh, he marked you inside and out, pumping his hips as he filled you with release, his knot trapping every single drop inside of you as ropes of cum continued to spurt into you, filling you up in a sensation you’d never experienced before.

Moaning at the feeling, it hurtled you into another orgasm as you sharply arched your back, causing Price to bite down harder as he created the mating mark, making sure he wouldn’t slip even as you squirmed, the pain only intensifying your climax as your breath was knocked out of you, your walls attempting to clench around his knot but unable to, simply too stretched as they were.

Yet as Price’s high faded while he became fixed to you through his knot, you were still on cloud nine. With both your orgasms, the heat in your body faded, replaced by a pleasurable thrum that flickered in your belly.

The both of you were panting and sweaty, Price pulling away from your neck, a deep bite mark sitting right around your left scent gland.

His mark.

With his seed kept inside you by the plug of his knot, and the permanent mating mark around your scent gland, you knew you were now full and well Price’s omega.

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[margoshvets]

Redesign / Alliance fit for Theron!

I was kinda sad that our husband didn't get a new design like our wife Lana did, so I decided to try to make something nice for him✨

Not that I don't like his original design. I just wanted to try something different.

(I got too tired drawing, so that's why he doesn't have a face XD)

I'll be describing some details of this design below if anyone is interested to read about them!

A little bit of warning. There is some headcanon / fanon stuff here, and, also, the opinion on some stuff is just my opinion, and you don't have to agree with me. Please don't be too harsh to me. I just wanted to have fun UwU

For the lower part of his body, I mostly got rid of a bunch of details, like the blue stripes on his pants, to make it simpler (in contrast with the upper part, which has some interesting stuff going on).

Got rid of those hanging things on his belt cuz they seemed pretty redundant, and I couldn't think of what they could be used for. Belt, in general, is more simplified. As a cherry on top, he now has the alliance symbol on it ✨

I added the metal thing, which I like to call "magnetic plate", on his right leg, and it's basically for carrying stuff like his datapad, keys, Eternal Fleet ashes, etc.

(I do remember seeing a similar thing in imperial designs, but I'm not sure what it's called)

Since he relies on tech a lot, he now has a fancy new toy - the glove on his left hand! Very useful thing for operating stuff and also hacking!

Remember that scene when we get our ship back, and Theron just presses something on his very regular glove? I always found it amusing. Not it will make more sense since he now actually has a suitable glove for this kind of action XD

[the scene in question]

He now hides his blasters inside his jacket (hence the belts on his upper part).

The jacket is a pretty memorable part of his design. It looked really good with a yellow color, but it's hard to imagine him wearing a jacket that isn't red.

I have to admit that a lot of new stuff in that thing was added based only on my headcanons. Mostly because I wanted to add an interesting story to it.

(A little bit of explaining is in order) Theron is a chilly person; he often feels like it's cold even if the room temperature is normal. Tauntauns are also his favourite animals.

This jacked is a gift from a very dear person to him. They knew all that and that's why they gifted Theron a warm jacket made with Tauntaun's fur (no tauntaun was harmed in making this jacket).

That person is no longer alive, but he still holds on to this jacket like it's his second skin; it's very important to him.

Anyway, the white parts of the jacket are now fur. And the fur inside only extends to shoulders (having natural fur already sounds too expensive for a republic soldier salary it was bought with). It's still warm tho. Sleeves have fur only at the ends and have zippers so that they can be easily folded back.

This jacket also can be closed (sounds kinda pointless stating the obvious, but in comparison with his original jacket, to me at least, makes sense cuz I can hardly imagine the original one closing).

Almost forgot.

A turtleneck for Theron. It just makes sense.

#star wars the old republic #star wars #sw art #swtor #swtor art #theron shan #swtorlightlegacy

[paper-gold-theories]

Villainous Observations: Miss Heed giving Anana the Middle Finger And Her Habit of Taking Credit for Other People's Work

Miss Heed tends to make holiday themed posts on popular holidays such as Valentines Day and Halloween, so it's a little out of character for her to make a post for an obscure holiday like Community Manager Day unless it's for a "good reason."

[Translation of White Board]

- SEND LOVE TO MY FANS

- POST A BEAUTIFUL SELFIE

- ASK FOR WORLD PEACE

- SEND LOVE TO MY FANS (AGAIN)

- CALL THE MAYOR OF ATRENO

(ASK IF YOU NEED HELP)

- FEED THE STRAY KITTENS

[Translation of Sticky Notes]

Call my BFF Ω

Reality?

I can still dance

And I theorised that the reason that Miss Heed just had to find the most obscure holiday involving community managers*,

(*Community Manager: The person responsible for building and maintaining a brand's community, both online and offline and it's public perception)

(Note: Also, I love the subtle future foreshadowing with the pineapple pen, on the bottom right, hinting that Anana is her actual community manager)

Then probably made her two assistants write down the most brag worthy things on her white board and sticky notes,

(like saying she contacts the mayor, might get a reality show, and is besties with the popular hero Omega)

And overcompensating lies to make herself look like a good person,

(like saying she feeds stray cats, consistently sends love to her followers that she had to write it down twice, and and actually cares about world peace 😂)

Then afterwards, she probably just opened up her laptop to her Instagram account to pose for a photo, faking it to make it look like she was typing and thinking "that's what my annoying community manager does right?"

All this just to rub salt in Anana's face, not giving her credit, by saying she is her own manager and independently does all of the work managing her brand on her own without anyone's help, all by herself.

And Anana, seeing this post will be like "This ungrateful spoiled bitch that I have to work for..."

But she is probably not surprised that she does this..., as she worked for her for many years since the early days of her heroine career.

___

I theorised that Miss Heed and Anana have an "I hate you, but I have to work with you, relationship" 😂

For Miss Heed, despite what Anana has done to build Miss Heed's brand to make her a popular heroine and help clear her name, she probably still hates Anana due to her still not meeting all of her demanding and spoilt requests, probably because it can do more harm to her brand reputation in the long run.

(For example, not allowing her to use social media until her reputation is cleared, as it might raise some questions.)

Leading to both of them having a heated argument and a yelling match as shown below.

(I wonder if Miss Heed posted that Community Manager post after an argument with Anana out of spite and petiness 😂)

For Anana, because of this she sees Miss Heed as a "spoilt, demanding and ungrateful brat" but tolerates it because it is her job and since Miss Heed's dad signs her cheques, she would listen to her father over Miss Heed any day.

And also I theorised she knows that having to deal with spoilt heroes is the price to pay for being on the "winning side" and profiting out of it which is why she formed "The Sisterhood of The UwU" Superhero fanclub when she met other women in the hero industry who share the same experience and goals, benefitting from having heroes having a good reputation, despite knowing that they are not actually good people.

Hence creating this "sisterhood" which allowed her connections to help each other by making the heroes, beneficial to each member, look good by any means possible.

_____

Aside from this, looking back at Miss Heed's Instagram again, after Chapter 10 of The Risky Heist, now knowing she didn't do anything herself is hilarious 🤣

And seeing as how Miss Heed tends to take credit for other people's work as her own, like claiming be to her own manager and claiming Flug's formula to be her own.

I wonder if all the other stuff on her Instagram she claimed that "she's done" was also a lie. For example:

Miss Heed Claiming That She Designed The Billboards Herself

Miss Heed Claiming That Her Shirt is Her Own Design

Miss Heed Claiming That She Retouched Her Skates Herself

Miss Heed Claiming She Designed Her Own Halloween Costume Herself

#villainous #villanos #villainous missheed #villainous miss heed #cecilia amanda kelly #villianous anana piña #dr flug #dr kenning flugslys #flug #villainous headcanons #villainous theories #villainous omega nuclear

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 132. brb x oc

a/n: tumblr still hates me *thumbs up* but im still here!! so reblogs and comments are super welcome!

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none. just bea's aunt being a witch uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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Both her and Bradley returned to the table with the memory of those tiny gifts in the back of their minds. They noticed that Martha was too busy talking to everyone else to focus on them this time, which was more than welcome.

Beatrice’s crazy witch aunt had this weird ability to find where you are no matter what, hence why it was good to see she wasn’t right now.

Beatrice sighed, holding Nicole up to her chest and smiling down at her daughter’s head. She still had the smile on her face as she turned to Rooster, “What do you think it is?” she asks with her teeth gritted and lips barely moving, trying to appear as inconspicuous as she could, “Because now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“I’m not sure,gorgeous. What do you think your aunt would want to give us?”

“Something related to the T I’m sure.” she murmurs, “She knows,Roos.I know she does.”

“Your aunt is mystical like that.”

“She sure is.”

Meanwhile, they noticed how Pete,Penny and Amelia felt at home.Beatrice knew, from Shells, that the holidays were often celebrated by themselves for a long time, Penny’s father - and Shells and Amelia’s grandfather - passed away a few years ago and the family itself was never big. Penny’s sister passed as soon as she ‘left’ Shells with the brunette, so it probably meant a lot to Penny that she was invited.

Of course she knew her boss was worried too, maybe not so much as Mav but clearly enough to ask Beatrice about it. Amelia was excited, she was out of college until the New Years and she jumped at the opportunity to meet Beatrice’s family when she found out how much they’d do there.

And honestly…it was nice.

It was a complete opposite of how Beatrice’s parents thought of the bar and of Penny, no matter how good Beatrice said her boss was, they were still worried. The last time they went there before Bea and Rooster got married was the final knot to be tied, after all her father saw Jeff again after all these years.

Beatrice relaxed a bit, knowing that the night was going fine. Even if they found the gifts, even if they saw something they clearly shouldn’t, she was relaxing more…however her stomach felt a bit sick.

She licked her lips, feeling the discomfort slowly moving up and down inside of her, clearing her throat and sipping some water, “Roos.”

“What?’

“I’m feeling kinda off.”

Her husband straightened on the chair, shielding her from her relative’s eyes, “...nausea?” she nods, “Damn, can you hold it in?”

“I can try, it’s not so bad yet, but…it’s really,” she clears her throat again, “It’s getting to me a bit.”

Rooster hummed, sliding his hand towards her lower back to gently massage the flesh there and keep a steady hold against her in case she felt too bad, ‘Let me know if anything goes off,okay?’ she nods, but so far it’s manageable. 

The dinner was fine too…it was dessert that made her feel a bit worse.

She did eat a normal amount of savory things, but the second that cake came into view her stomach churned. Which was a pain considering it was a chocolate cake that her mother baked from scratch with tiny pieces of hazelnut and chocolate flakes on top. But she couldn’t…take a bite. She swallowed hard, so hard that Bradley’s eyes snapped towards her in worry, one of his hands sliding to her own.

She nodded at him in silence, deciding that if she took a swig of water, she’d be okay. So she did bring it to her lips, swallowed it as slowly as she could then inhaled before grabbing the fork to slide onto the spongy cake.

The sound of the fork entering the moist dessert however, wasn’t appealing to the twins because she immediately regretted it.

Okay, this was going to be very hard.

She licked her lips, tapping the edge of the plate with her fork while Nicole tried to grab it, gurgling a laugh when her mother moved it out of the way, “It’s okay.” she murmured to herself, “It’s okay, everything is okay, just take one bite.” another churn, “A small one, no one will notice,I can take the rest home,my mom will be okay with it.”

Thank God everyone else was too busy talking amongst themselves to know of her own problems. And honestly, it was a bit harder to ignore it now, because the nausea was like a small tornado inside her stomach.

“Just one bite.” she repeats, bringing the minuscule, microscopical amount on her fork to her lips, clenching her eyes when the taste exploded on her tongue - it was delicious - and then swallowed slowly, waiting for her nausea to get worse.

The second that tiny piece landed in her stomach, she could swear she saw double.

“...oh no.” she made sure to toss the fork away as discreetly as she could, then she tugged on Rooster’s shirt, “Roos.’

“What?”

“I…I think a bathroom trip is needed.”

Rooster stops chewing to look around and check their surroundings, “Do you want me to hold Nikki?” she nods, already moving the six months old to his arms as she adjusts herself to stand up, “Will you be okay? Do you want me to go with you?”

“No,” she lifts a hand to stop him from following her, “It’ll call too much attention,I’ll be quick.”

“Okay.” he purses his lips to kiss her but she’s beelining away from the table with her fists clenched, avoiding everyone in the way. He blinks, frowning a bit but understanding that the situation was intense enough for her to just skedaddle out of there quickly.

Bradley sighed, leaning back on his chair as he placed Nicole on his chest, smiling when the little girl tried to grab his own fork “No,Nikki, you can’t eat this yet.” he murmurs, kissing her head, ‘When you are older, only then, you can have this.”

“Aa!” she sounded so annoyed

“Hey, don’t get mad at me. I’m doing this for your own safety.”

“Sounds like someone I know.” his uncle’s voice makes him look back to where he was, holding a glass of wine and a plate with his own slice of cake. He looks back at the glass doors, gesturing with his beverage, “Bea was in a hurry. Is she okay?”

“Yeah, just,” Rooster moves his hand over his lower area, “Girl things.”

“Ah,I see.” Pete sighed as he sat down next to Rooster, placing the wine on the table in front of him and then smiling down at Nicole, “Hi, sweet girl, are you enjoying Christmas?” Nicole’s chubby grin melted Maverick’s heart and he kissed her tiny hand when she reached to his face, “You are too cute, it’s amazing she’s still awake.”

‘Nicole likes people.” Rooster smiles, turning Nicole’s body around so her back was on his chest and her tiny legs dangled over his arm, giving her more room to touch her granduncle turned grandpa, “She doesn’t mind staying up late, she’ll sleep…most of the day tomorrow.”

“Nothing like you.” he comments, “You couldn’t handle being up more than two hours after your bedtime. You don’t remember but a Christmas that I visited you guys you tried to stay awake only to fall asleep on the hallway.”

Bradley’s cheeks reddened and he was thankful Beatrice wasn’t there, “Mav.” he clears his throat, “Come on,I was a kid.”

“And you were a fussy kid who wanted to eat everything.” he says without missing a beat, “Like nachos and obviously,chocolate. You remember those times?”

“Not a lot.”

“I do, you were very noisy and kept trying to eat everything you saw.” his nephew just blushed harder, “I might tell Beatrice that when she comes back.” and he just smirks even more when Bradley moves his gaze away, “But,no, I’m kidding…how are you guys though? Everything good?”

“Everything is great,Mav.” for more reasons than one, two extra reasons in fact, “We are good.”

“You guys going to Virginia on Monday,yeah?”

“Yeah, we plan to stay a week at best. Gotta enjoy my leave however I can.”

“I know.” Maverick smiles down at Nicole, gently brushing those soft strands of hair out of her face, letting her hold his finger when he’s close enough, “You guys will have a lot of fun.” 

“That’s the plan.”

“Oh, another thing.” Bradley hums in question, turning to face Mav, “Thanks for inviting us…Bea’s family is really welcoming.”

“Did her mom try to shove another piece of cake?”

“Yeah.” he chuckles, “She did but it’s not every day I have chocolate cake, so. I let myself enjoy it.”

Bradley was happy that Maverick seemed to be at peace, much like he was when he joined the family. It’s strange because for a while neither of them had that, this…belonging to somewhere, he knew Mav’s family was long gone and the one he had was…Rooster for a long while. 

Now both of them were together, and they had more people to lean on if they needed. Beatrice’s family was always very welcoming of people as long as they showed they could be trusted. Bradley’s first meeting with Rafael was something to remember, that man could be intense even without trying but he was honest and if there was one thing the Schiavoni’s appreciated was honesty.

Maverick had his moments, he was crazy, he was wild and he was a bit stubborn but he had a good heart. Plus, being his uncle was already a good point because - and he didn’t want to say it outloud but Beatrice and even some of her siblings said so - he was quickly becoming their favorite.

Bradley was about to say something when he saw Martha standing up, slowly and almost gliding away from the table, walking towards the glass doors. He tensed up, his mouth shutting because now his focus was on Beatrice’s aunt, “Brad?” Mav calls, gently nudging his shoulder, “Hey,what’s wrong?”

“Huh?”

“You went quiet and looked away for a second, is everything okay?”

“Oh everything is okay.” he replies almost automatically, and he mentally hopes that Beatrice is okay in there.

-

She was not okay.

She was kneeling in front of the toilet, already flushed mind you, with her head touching the cool porcelain as she tried to calm her body down. The twins liked to show up unannounced, that’s one thing for sure. She sighed, clenching her eyes with her hand on her forehead, moving a bit so she was leaning against the wall instead of the toilet, legs tucked under her as she tried to breathe.

She chose to use her parents’ bathroom because no one would come in here unless it was her mom or dad, so she took the time to let herself calm down. She furrowed her brows, feeling another wave of nausea come up and she prayed to everything she could remember that she didn’t throw up on her parent’s bathroom floor.

That’d be something to explain.

She sighed again, then felt her phone vibrate in her skirt’s pockets. She knew it was Rooster, but she was too weak to pull it out and check ,”Ugh…” but if she didn’t he’d come over and they didn’t need that.

Roos (23:14)

Baby?? You okay? You’ve been there a while

Bea (23:14)

:( yeah. I threw up. Im just sitting on the cold floor Roos. It’s nice.

Roos (23:15)

Do you need me to go there?

Bea (23:16)

No.I’m fine…I’ll be out in a few seconds.

Beatrice was going to continue her message, but a knock on the door made her stop and snap her head towards it, “Y-Yea?

“Preziosa? Are you okay in there?”

Oh,shit.

Beatrice’s eyes widened and she quickly scrambled to her feet, “Yea-shit!” she kicked the plant pot her mother kept in the corner on the way up, luckily it didn’t break because she was quick enough to hold it still as it spun on it’s axis, preventing a tragedy in a matter of seconds, “I-I’m fine! Don’t worry about me!”

“Well you’ve been in there for a while.”

“Oh, um, well, i-it’s nothing!I’m just, you know, had a little accident.”

“Okay,I’ll wait for you then.”

“What?”

“I’ll wait for you.” and the distinct creak of her parents’ old bed reached her ears. That thing always creaked if you dared breathing on it. Beatrice groaned, because if she sat down it meant that she had little to no options when she walked out.

Beatrice sighed, looking at herself in the mirror - she didn’t look that pale - and she rubbed some of her cherry lip balm over her lips to regain some color. With one final look at herself she slowly opened the door and saw her aunt, hands folded on top of her lap and a serene smile on her face, one that Beatrice weakly reciprocated “...hi,zia.”

“Hello,darling.” Martha’s smile widens, then she pats the bed, “Come,sit.”

“Oh,I have to-go back to Brad and-”

“Oh I won’t take too long.” another pat, “Come on now.”

Beatrice wrung her hands together, rubbing her wedding band a bit too hard and wincing when it burned her skin…but she complied. Shuffling over to the bed and settling down next to her aunt, the bed immediately squeaked in protest- that thing was going to break one of these days and if her father wasn’t so stubborn in getting a new one it wouldn’t happen. 

She waited for a bit, peeking over her aunt by the corner of her eye only to see her aunt was already looking at her, “...um…so…what did you want to talk about,zia?”

“...well, you and Bradley,” she wags her finger, “You two are very very naughty. You two found my gifts.”

Beatrice choked on her spit, “I-I-we didn’t mean to-”

But Martha laughed, waving it off, “It’s fine,Beatrice.I knew you’d find it.” of course she did, “In fact,” she pulls the two gifts from behind her, placing it on her lap, “I will give this to you now.”

“What- but-”

Martha sets it on Beatrice’s palm, placing one hand on top of the gift and the other below, her face going weirdly serious, “But you cannot open it here. You need to open it at home and this one,” she taps the blue box,” You have to give it to Bradley.”

“What? Why? It’s…yours?”

“No, it’s yours.”

She was growing really tired of her aunt’s cryptic personality, she really was. But before she could ask more, Martha stood up - not before kissing her niece’s cheeks- and walked out of the room…just like that.

Beatrice sat on the bed holding the tiny gifts with her mouth parted open, brows furrowed and looking completely confused because well…she was.

She looks back down at the box and shakes it a bit, the weight wasn’t…strange, but it was something small, and it rattled a bit. Beatrice frowned more, turning the box in her hands and then tsking “...everyone in my family is weirdly endearing…whatever she got us is probably to protect us.”  she pushes herself to her feet, still looking at the box.

“Oh!” 

“Ah!” Beatrice almost drops the boxes when she saw her aunt’s face from the corner, “Zia!I-”

“Another thing!” Martha walks in as if she forgot something, rubbing her hands together then hovering them over her niece’s shoulders, Beatrice tried to ask what was happening but Martha gently shushed her whispering something under her breath. Her aunt’s hands hovered down her arms until they stopped above her stomach - a shot of panic darted through her - and her aunt smiled knowingly, “There.” she says, “It’s done.”

“...what is done?” she got another kiss, this time on the forehead, “Zia? What is done?”

“ Come on, preziosa, we have to open the gifts, oh-” she points to the boxes “Hide those in the pockets, yes?’ Beatrice did, albeit extremely befuddled by her aunt’s antics, “Come now. Everyone is waiting.”

Beatrice follows her aunt down the stairs, stopping on the top when she saw Rooster below, his brown eyes widening when he notices Martha coming down first. He greeted her politely and the older woman cupped his cheeks and made him lean down to kiss his forehead just like she did Beatrice’s, before turning her attention towards Nicole.

Nicole giggled at the touch, wriggling a bit on Rooster’s arms as Beatrice walked all the way down, the three of them following Martha as she glided all the way back to the patio, meeting her husband halfway. “Bea.” her husband begins, “What…exactly happened?”

“...well,she…she did, um…witch stuff,I guess.”

“Ah.”

“And she gave me the gifts but,it’s–I have to give one of them to you.”

“Okay?’

“You know,maybe we can just,” she moves her hands absently, “Just ignore this for now? Just until we get back home?”

“You know what? I like that idea.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

[chaioticcoffee]

A/N: hi!!,,,

my first one shot I'm posting bc I love my man;;;I hope it's okay hhh- big thanks to my wonderful friend who gave me the courage to post this you know who you are 💜 uwu

for max emergence I recommend listening to Starry Night (Piano) by Jordan Critz

Sorry if there are any mistakes, English isn't my native language 💀

STARRY NIGHT

(Crosshair x reader but it's fluff kinda)

_______________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Crosshair couldn't help but think about the events that had changed his life the past couple of days.

Sleep doesn't come easy for him anymore, but laying here, with you in his arms, entangled together were the nights that were the easiest for him.

His eyes shifted from the plain wall to your sleeping form in his arms safe and sound, admiring how peaceful you looked and mostly just how beautiful you were. Truly he thought he didn't deserve you, and has told you so several times while you assured him that he deserves the world, even if he doubts that but wouldn't tell you about it since he didn't see the point in bothering you with trying to make him see otherwise. You truly werehis safe place and made him feel like he was finally worth of ... anything, really. It was hard for him to settle on such a calm life after everything that happened at first, especially with the damage inflicted to him mentally. Thankfully you've never made him feel anything less than loved and have always been there for him when he needed it most.

That thought made Crosshair look back to the time you had come for him when he was still under the control of the empire, how grateful and relieved he was that someone had finally come for him, instead of him being the one going to others as what happened with his brothers. You've never believed that he was himself during the time he served the empire and you've only met up with the Bad Batch after the Kamino ordeal, hence why you only came after him post their meeting. The moment you've made it clear to him that you've come for him, and him only, to get him back, to assure him you've never had forgotten about him but were simply taken prisoner by the empire yourself and came as soon as you could, had he finally felt seen, like someone finally cared about him enough to finally get him away from this hell he had managed to get himself into.

A small smile forms on his face as he recalls the time you told him how you had scolded Hunter for not realizing that it wasn't truly him when he had worked for the empire, and it will never cease to amuse him as he imagines the face of Hunter or his... brothers, when they realized that you were right. Crosshair would be lying if he said he didn't feel betrayed by his former squad. The countless missions they've done together, yet they did not take the time to just analyse his behaviour and understand that he was still brainwashed at the time particularly after they'd found out about the chips. All they did was run from him.

He does understand them not coming back after Kamino. He forgives them for that. He is the one who has made it clear to them that his choice was the empire, and his former squad would never want to take away a decision from him. They did not have an inside man as you did at the time, who managed to get him away from the Empire and remove his inhibitor chip for real this time.

His embrace around you tightens while he buries his face in your hair. You grounded him so easily, it was still unusual to him especially after his time with the Empire to have someone to hold onto at night, sometimes even during the day when the thoughts or emotions become too much to handle, or just to simply enjoy time in each other's arms. Crosshair will always be grateful for you,

and he will always love you.

#crosshair bad batch #crosshair x reader #crosshair x y/n #crosshair x you #crosshair #idk how to tag #crosshair fanfic #bad batch fluff #my fics

[lovelywingsart]

Not me forgetting to post this guy ALSJALFJAKFJ- Energy has been low and its hard to keep up with different sites when it seems like I'm not getting anywhere, but anyway

So I'm very much struggling with art atm hence why I've been drawing the new OCs and dumb sketches and all-

I ended up winning a MYO (Make Yor Own) raffle on Toyhouse for a closed species i was interested in called Smile Demons (these things are absolute horror fuel and its great), and I finished this boy as well as already made a few small pieces for him

This is Wolf, a Wild Smile Demon who, yes, is made to be a SD counterpart to King. uwu

He's a feral little shit and I love him so much

(Third Truesona and I absolutely adore him already 💙

He is also absolutely meant to represent the 'black sheep', and I realized when coloring him that he also matches my zodiac (Aries) which I wasn't planning at all???

He's my feral baby uwu)

#feral bby #hes already shipped with a close friends character lmao #oc #closed species #closed species oc #smile demon #smile demon species #smile demon oc #lovelywingsocs #lovelywingsart

[marvelousartcatastrophe]

Heres some character info-sheets for my mlb rewrite. The main five obv, but I'll get to other characters maybe later if and when I feel like it... also this was an excuse to draw them n o t dying or something so uh- yar.

Some additional info about each:

Marinette- Marinette's mom tried to teach Marinette chinese but started out a little too late in Mari's child-language development and never really succeeded. At most, Marinette can introduce herself. She does not yet have any crushes in my fic at the moment, but the first one (sorta already is) will be Luka for a while once he gets more "screen time". She's less "UwU quirky i'm so clumsy" like she is in the show. In fact, she doesn't go and do stupid things without repercussions at all. She is less focused on boys and more on her superhero life, but it starts getting overwhelming. She feels like if she tried to focus on herself for a change, something bad would happen as a result, and it doesn't help that Tikki is so strict on her about it.

Adrien- Adrien is pomosexual which basically means he doesn't know what the heck he is or what to label his feelings with so he went with that. He knows he is attracted to femininity, but is also ok with more masculine or "tom-boyish" attributes in anyone of any gender. This does lead into his crush on Kagami later on since they are nonbinary and not exactly "the most feminine" person you could meet, yet also not entirely masculine in their personality and presentation. Basically, he doesn't know what the heck his sexuality is. He knows chinese and english because of how strict his homeschooling is, and has a natural talent for picking up new languages. He doesn't really understand himself and often feels like he's broken, or a robot. Perhaps some senti-monster behavior...??????!!!!! (I'm deciding on that now shut up)

Nino- Nino is a glorious bilingual child whose parents are unknown. They probably left the face of the planet. No one has ever seen them... at least in the show... so I didn't bother giving him a family. But he's bilingual somehow!! But wait... I did give him parents?! That's right, I invented Mara Lahiffe for no reason, and we're gonna say his dad is no longer in the picture. He's very protective of his friends and would never abandon them, hence why he became so fitting for the turtle miraculous. He has a secret crush on Rena Rouge but sadly, not Alya. He likes his mysterious women I guess.

Alya- Alya is creole which is a race of people from America that spawned from the mixing of native american, Spaniard, black, and europeans. It's a lot... I know... they're best known for existing in Louisiana, and does she have family there? No! She has relatives from Cuba which is why she can speak spanish. Alya has a big family with three other sisters, and she's caught being the middle child. This has given her a lot of insecurities due to her older sister being a literal muscle boxing beast and her two little twin sister getting all the attention from the family.

Chloe- I think it's really funny that I didn't give Marinette, the main character, family trauma, but the other four.... Chloe's parents are divorced and her mother has a very judgmental attitude over Chloe. Chloe wants nothing more than to please and impress her mother who sometimes doesn't even remember her daughters name. Chloe feels like she's battling her half sister, Zoe, for their mothers attention, which is made extra hard for her by the fact that her sister and mother live all the way in New York. Chloe was as straight as a pencil, she swears. but then... she started developing feelings for a girl and everything became a mess. She's kinda in the same boat as Adrien right now, except she's more comfortable calling herself bicurious. She developed anorexia after Gabriel Agreste's company refused to accept her as a model, denying her the chance to work with Adrien and pursue her dream career.

#i love writing characters #adrien and alya are my favorites tho tbh #alya is so fun to write especially since I literally traumatized her #miraculous #mlb #art catastrophe #chat noir #ladybug #mlbrewrite #art catastrophe mlb rewrite #mlbredesign #miracle box #art catastrophe miracle box

[livisart]

Can I ask what happened with Datakits, I'm in the species and I'm concerned.

this ask is like half a year old at this point so idk if ur still interested. but basically:

(tw suicide)

my ex (who is a datakits moderator) conducted a smear campaign against me. this included completely made up and ridiculous stalking accusations (which were based on me doing things like "talking about a video game with someone" and "following someone on artfight") accusations of "harassment" (because i "vagueposted" by referencing my trauma in the tags of ONE tumblr post. why my ex has such in depth knowledge of everything i post on tumblr when he claimed to want nothing to do with me, i dont know. lmao) etc. he even went so far as to take my attempts at recovery and improving myself after a traumatic event and twist that to be me trying to get back on his good side or whatever. he also outright told ppl to just block me and not talk to me, i'm guessing because his narrative required no one getting my side of things.

some of the people he spread this to were the datakit owners, because me being "too active" in that server was apparently malicious according to him (the actual reason i was very active in the datakits server was because datakits were and still are a special interest of mine and a HUGE comfort to me, and this was abt 2 weeks after i attempted suicide, hence me trying to cope using things i take comfort in???? also i was not given a warning abt being too active, if i was being too active and causing discomfort i should have just been told so)

the datakit owners took his inane bs as 100% fact, did not talk to me abt it, banned and blocked me, and sent my ex to tell me about it. which is horrible species management, but i digress.

once again, this all took place abt 2 weeks after i tried to jump in front of a god damn train. and my ex springing all this on me and spreading shit abt me made me suicidal again. which my ex used to spread that i was "using suicide to guilt him", which is a fucking vile thing to say abt someone who literally just attempted suicide.

i eventually got one of the owners to talk to me and explained the situation.

here's the kicker. even though the owners are now aware of, and fully believe and acknowledge that the shit spread abt me was false, i remain banned, because apparently the shit my ex spread abt me made one of the owners too ~uncomfortable~ with me due to ~associations~/banning me is "irreversible" for some unexplained reason. meanwhile my ex remains a mod and did not face any disciplinary action because "hE gEnUiNelY tHouGht yOu wErE sTaLkiNg hIm" and "he has paranoia and experiences delusions so you being mad at him is ableist actually uwu" (i'm BARELY paraphrasing here)

as someone who ALSO has paranoia and experiences delusions, i honestly find the notion of "mentally ill ppl cant help but spread lies abt ppl uwu" really insulting. but whatever. especially since his actions ACTUALLY ALMOST CAUSED SOMEONE'S DEATH because his little smear campaign caused me enough distress that i attempted suicide again :))))

the owner did keep in contact with me while i was in the psych ward, which was nice i guess except our conversations almost entirely consisted of him defending his and the other owners actions because "ummm in our defense the allegations were ~serious~" and insisting that i shouldnt hold any of this against him or the other owner.

ive been very afraid to talk abt this because my ex also made a point to tell me that he "could do a lot worse to ruin my life if he wanted to", and i believe him. but honestly i dont fucking care anymore

#ask box #anonymous #closed species

[sm-baby]

Where is Clancy from again? I know you said somewhere but I can’t remember

Clancy is from an ORIGINS server I am in! I made her a character to play for the server! She's not at all connected to my Minecraft story, she's based on actual Minecraft, and that's why she doesn't have a place in the presentation!

She is the "Villager Origin", hence the Player + Villager hybrid talk! She's very physically capable like a player but has the instincts and looks of a villager (though I argue her body is very akin to a player hehe!! She does not have the instinct to fold her arms)

Oh if you mean "where did she come from" in a literal sense, she STUMBLED upon a Savannah village, but before that, she kind of just APPEARED... she was never a child, no sense of parents, she was always just in her 30s since day one. She is like UwU 55 years old now.

#Clancy #minecraft #mineblr #origins SMP #prolonging the Origins

[petrichorade]

What you guys have been waiting for...my Hitsuhina's Children Headcanon!

Finally I've decided to upload this after a while :'D this is my personal headcanon of how their child would look like.

Early Disclaimer:

It's going to be long

I have limited Japanese ability, but I do understand some lexical context. This is why I never engage myself to do fan-translation works despite have knowledge about it as I prevent sharing misinformation. I learned about translation etiquette during my days as literature student in university, so I did my best to not being biased while creating this, despite people's translation style could be different from one to another. Nevertheless, I accept any critics from those who's much more fluent than me and have more knowledge regarding naming rules and cultures in Japan. I will take it as reflection to deepening my knowledge more with Japanese language, culture, history, and societies since all of this are tied together and can not be separated! Along with taking down this post if any of the content turn out to contain any misleading information.

I haven't made any art for them, but I hope the explanation below could help anyone visualize how they would look like in my headcanon!

Now let's get down to the business!!

1. Hitsugaya Hayato (日番谷 隼)

隼 (はやと) = peregrine falcon

This one was pretty tricky since name 'Hayato' in most case were written like this -> 隼人 by adding 'human' kanji at the end. But since I saw a real public figure named Hayato who have their name being published with single kanji like above, I can say that Hitsugaya Hayato will have the same case!

Birthday: March 17th

Zanpakuto: 青山郎 (せい・ざん・ろう || Seizanrou = Blue Specter )

I imagine he will inherit Momo's hair and Toshiro's eye color. His overall features will look like Toshiro uwu. I honestly conflicted to made him having Toshiro's hair with Momo's feature instead of the one I come up with, since on Kazui and Ichika's case, they have their father's hair and their mother's feature. But then I remember Ichigo have Isshin's face and his orange hair were probably inherit from Masaki's side, so I'll make Hayato having that situation too.

He'll wield an elemental zanpakuto with a fire-type spirit. His zanpakuto's name will be 青山郎 (Seizanrou = Blue Specter). This zanpakuto naming idea were inspired by Hyourinmaru itself. Hyourin (氷輪) if translated literally means 'ice ring' but it could also mean ' the moon (that shine as cold as ice)' hence why there's a crescent shaped pendant at the end of Hyourinmaru's chain.

And 青山 ( せい・ざん -> Seizan) if translated literally means 'lush/green mountain', but it could also mean 'grave' or 'burial place'. Adding 郎 ('rou', same as the last kanji in Toshiro's name, means 'boy') at the end of it, I made the equivalent translation being 'Blue Specter' (boy from burial place → 'someone' from the graveyard → a ghost).

//I wonder if it make sense, and if it's appropriate to name zanpakuto this way//

The command will be 蘇れ! ( よみがえ・れ = Yomigaere = (lit.)"Resurrect!" || But my personal translation to make the context a lot sensible in battlefield -> "Rise from the Death!" ), and the shikai technique will looks like blue fire orbs appearing on top of his blade. As Hayato calls its name, the blue flame will rise and change form into what Hayato desire to attack the enemies, as if it was a ghost that raises from its death body beneath the ground.

I'd like to think it's manifestations being a cemetery caretaker/keeper with lantern on his hand. Seizanrou's manifestation and overall concept was also partly inspired by 'Lantern Specter', the ghost in Taiwanese horror game 'Detention'.

I'd like to think it'll be great to have Hayato having a horrifying dream when Seizanrou on its own way to communicate with its master, the way Hyourinmaru did to Toshiro. Hayato will have a great equal portion of training from Toshiro as they experience the same case, but also with Momo as fellow fire-type zanpakuto wielder.

2. Hitsugaya Kanjirou (日番谷 柑蒔朗)

柑 (かん = citrus, orange) 蒔 (じ / ま・く = to sow)朗 (ろう = bright, cheerful) → "Orange Tree"

Birthday: October 3rd

Zanpakuto: 霜咲 (しも・ざき || Shimozaki = Blooming Frost)

This time she inherit Toshiro's hair and Momo's eyes, with overall feature dominant to Momo. She might gonna be daddy's little girl, because I like the idea of Toshiro having daughter, and that he has a soft spot for them :'))))

I was almost thought this name feel a bit too boyish for her, since so far I know, the commonly used ろう kanji was in this form for naming -> 郎. I did further research and find out this 朗 (ろう) kanji could also be used in naming, and have a great meaning. Adding the fact that I just found out 'Kanjirou' was actually A FLOWER NAME.

It's a sub-type of Camellia sasanqua, one of many types of camellia with deep magenta colors that natives to both China and Japan. This flower also blooms during fall to winter, which I think is perfect with my birth date set-up for her. I like the idea of either Momo or Toshiro get the inspiration to name her 'Kanjirou' the moment they saw this flower blooms near Momo's due date, while their home at the time starting to be filled with the sweet-citrusy smell of clementines.

Adding the fact that Momo's name not only refers to the 'peach' fruit itself, but could also be the 'peach blossom', we now have Father-Son duo with animal inspired name and Mother-Daughter duo with flower + fruit inspired name in our Hitsuhina little family! ^q^

For her zanpakuto spirit, she's a wielder of ice-type elemental zanpakuto. And her zanpakuto name will be 'Shimozaki' (霜咲 = Blooming Frost).

霜 (しも || Shimo = Frost)

咲 (さく・-ざき || sa-ku・-zaki = to blossom)

I haven't though so far about her shikai, but I like to imagine the technique will involves around scattering ice particle in form of haze and freeze the enemy in a form of blossoms.

Also I haven't thought about the spirit manifestation form TwT maybe later //forgive meee//

Again, she's also receive equal portion of training from both parents. As she's a fellow ice-type zanpakuto wielder, she practice swordmanship with Toshiro, and taught Kido by Momo (she's good at it!)

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Andddddddd as you all can see, I'm trying my best to have their child looks like their 'literal' child with names and everything. It took me a while to find children's name that would match them, but I'm lucky to encounter 'Hayato' and 'Kanjirou' since I think it'll be a great idea for Hitsuhina's children to have names that rhymes with their parents' names (Toushirou and Momo). One of many things that motivates me to create this characters because I want to have their appearance on my fic :') so starting now, if ever I come up with Hitsuhina domestic stories/art in the future, it's easier for me to just pick them back from this reference and add them to the story/art uwu

The concept art will follows sooner~! Please have this for a while!

I guess this is it from me >< and I hope anyone like this silly little brainrot of mine hehe

#bleach #bleach oc #hitsuhina #rainfestive oc : hayato hitsugaya #rainfestive oc : kanjirou hitsugaya #is it okay for me to give them personalized tags already? #whatever i'm cringe but i'm free

[randomnameless]

What are the odds of, 20 years from now, IS releasing a 3 Houses remake but with:

most of the “uwu” moments removed

Edelgard being constantly and explicitly portrayed as a villain with characters calling her out on her actions

Massively reduced recruitment options

deeper worldbuilding for Almyra and Adrestia

Claude explicitly adressing that Almyra's just as much at fault for it's bad relations with Fodlan as the other way around and swearing to work to get them to stop pillaging and taking child slaves

TWISTD not being so story-breakingly OP

CF not existing at all, or at least being rewritten from the ground up and being fully finished instead of a glorified reskin of another route

Dimitri's friends, especially Dedue, supporting him and being important for his character development instead of just Byleth

Byleth being fully-voiced and having a very clearly-defined personality and beliefs, being an Avatar only in the fact that the player can choose a different name for them but otherwise being a normal FE protagonist

Rhea's S-support being erased from existence, along with her getting new supports with her family and friends and more plot relevance post-timeskip

Sothis' S-support also being erased, especially if CF still exists, and having her be rewritten so that she only gets her memory back right before fusing with Byleth, apologizing to her children for leaving them alone again but refusing to let Byleth die, staying unambiguously dead for the rest of the game

I highly doubt any of this will ever happen, mind, but if it did, 3H might just jump multiple spots into being one of the best FE games lol

Oh, anon :(

I'm afraid this will never happen lol

FE16's main appeal is the uwu factor, you have to feel bad for Supreme Leader who is sekritly the red emperor, even if she does red emperor things.

That's the basis on which FE16 was built, a lot of parasocial pandering towards Supreme Leader, which will make the player feel "sad uwus" when they will have to fight her, always wondering if they couldn't have picked her route instead.

(I say "sad uwus" and not "feel bad", because Fates made the player feel bad, by having characters react to Corn's choice, and Corn, in turn, reaction to all the salt and shit thrown at their face, as the result of their actions).

And while we could think FE16 is also a story meant to challenge the players, and have them realise they're interacting with biased narrators so it's up to them to find the truth and make their own opinion about the world - imo this reading, while a thousand times more interesting than "uwu be sad uwu" is, imo, not the one the devs prioritized, hence the constant supply of Hresvelg Grey.

As I ultimately came to realise (when nopes was released lol), no Fodlan game can circle around and ignore the uwu factor. Uwuing about Earl Grey and always being a carpet to some lord characters is part of Fodlan's DNA - the faves will always take precedence over the world/lore's coherence.

Clout wonders about Fodlan's isolationism and if it has any relationship with Seiros's tenets? No one, not even Hilda, will tell him that Fodlan might not like its neighbours because said neighbours are always trying to invade them (as she could speak for Almyra). Leonie and Claude wonder if they will get some sort of retribution for saying out loudly they don't believe everything good in the world comes from Sothis... when the Alliance is later revealed to be a place where no one really gives a fuck about religion, and when no line, on-screen, has been thrown around that could justify their doubt and worries (not even a random NPC dissing people for being students in the officer's academy even if they are not particularly religious).

Supreme Leader is another can of tea lol, but you get the meaning.

This is also why, I believe, we will never get WoH meaningful content (and not Epi wanting to use the power of friendship to help his genociding fwends!) because we can't uwu about it -

Much like every story centered on the Lions (even if AM got the Parley scene...), a plot hax has to happen to make you forget everything about the red emperor emperoring because now she's a puppet and nothing has ever been her fault and what is even agency and accountability ?

So we got the general "good old academy days" that Engage tried to push, and the recent Heroes alts -to avoid talking about post TS Fodlan, because IS doesn't want to talk about post TS Fodlan.

I mean, if you're not in FE16 with the various "Rhea maybe BaD bcs Nader raids Fodlan every monday to show everyone how large his penis is" and unable to meaningfuly interact with that world, all the "Crust System + IdEaLs" nonsense just sound like Ashnard's battle convo, and while Almedha still seems to be fond of him, she's the only one on Tellius who still has positive feelings about Ashnard as a person.

Tl:Dr : Fodlan's DNA is "Supreme Leader uwu" + "Rhea BaD" + "don't ever question the characters and nod when they say something ridiculous".

If you remove even one of those core principles, FE16 crumbles, so at that point, it wouldn't be a remake that would be released, anon, but an entire AU to the game.

#anon #replies #fodlan nonsense #fodlan AU #this will never happen lol #just like we cannot have a WoH centric piece because #if it spells out how misguided Supreme Leader is #you cannot uwu about her anymore #Still some people try but it's always in roundabout ways #like Engage JP Dimitri wanting to have a world where lizards and humans can live together as a family with Zelestia in their convo #Pat nuked part of it but it's still here - why would dimitri say this when he never raises this topic in his game? #ditto for the FEH's FB with Hegegard and Brave Supreme Leader #if you're not in Fodlan and try to interact with the FOdlan plot #the plot falls apart in 50 seconds

[melrosing]

I’ve seen your Joanna headcannons. What about lyarra stark? Part of me thinks she could be really wild but the other part thinks she could be a patriarchy enforcer like Rickard was. Then again my mom was a ceiling glass breaker but started to deter my sisters and I from that sort of behaviour as we became teens which oh course didn’t work we were tough nuts and party girls.

She's another tricky one... I'd love to know more about Lyarra but for whatever reason we know less about her than almost any other notable dead lady. Which is pretty fucking odd, given this is House Stark we're talking about - we know about ten times as much about Joanna and Rhaella (and they're a pretty low bar) - Lannister and Targaryen are the other two of the big three houses in the story, so you'd think we'd know about as much about the Stark matriarch as we do Joanna and Rhaella. but no lol. There are at least some sketchy details to work with with the UPOD (and she doesn't even have a name!!), and we even have more for Cassana Baratheon née Estermont and Minisa Tully née Whent - granted, no more than the fact that Cassana died in a shipwreck, and Minisa is vaguely remembered in Cat's chapters, but at least they're in the books. Lyarra is never even mentioned on the page - her name comes from an appendix, there's nothing else to go on. And this is really annoying to me lol

So I guess anything I imagine about Lyarra has no real basis besides my own tastes, but I do picture her as another parent who had favourites, and that hers were Brandon and Lyanna. I imagine her as having a bit of the wolf's blood in her as well, and she was proud to have children who shared it. We don't know how she died so I just hc her passing away of an illness (surprisingly few dead people in ASOIAF have just 'sickness' as cause of death lol it's like GRRM you don't have to say 'in childbirth' every damn time) in Ned's early-to-mid teenage years.

But yeah I don't imagine her as a perfect benevolent matriarch... this is definitely headcanon territory, but I picture Ned as having been a little bit of an odd one out in his family, where he ends up kind of pushed to the back behind all the big personalities, and with Brandon soaking up all the limelight and their parents' attentions. It's interesting to me that Rickard (and Lyarra?) worked hard on good matches for Brandon and Lyanna but seemingly never made one for Ned, so he was very much a second son.

And yeah the feeling I get about Lyanna is that she was a version of Arya who grew up with more validation and less judgement for the ways she didn't conform (hence why Ned is largely accepting of Arya's non-conformity as well) - so Lyarra was maybe an outdoorsy type as well who wanted to share her hobbies with her daughter.

Ultimately I don't imagine the prev gen Starks chafing much amongst themselves, and that Lyarra, whilst having favourites, wasn't ever unpleasant to Ned - but her preferences were obvious enough that it led to some private hurt on his part, and resentment towards Brandon, that then turns to guilt after Brandon's death (more thoughts on the Ned/Brandon r/ship here). However, I also hc Ned and Lyanna as very close in their youth, so being Lyarra's least favourite son is a little made up for in being Lyanna's fave brother uwu

#ask #lyarra stark #ned stark #lyanna stark #sorry this is mostly about ned #he's the easiest angle to approach lyarra from given he's the only POV we have who would have met her

[rosenfey]

i’m absolutely in love with faerene!!! from her background, personality, and visuals is, i am just fascinated by her. she’s an absolute sweetheart 🥹💖💕💖

are there any facts about her that you have been wanting to share? 👀

NAOMI IM GOING TO CRY!!! Thank you so much for asking, ilysm!!! <3 here have a bit more of her backstory uwu

she was molded after a half-elven woman that was turned into a tree, her sustenance enough to let faerene be "born" right out of the tree roots, hence her half-elven appearance despite her fey origin

she was adopted by duke ravenhall soon after she was born. they say she didn't cry and didn't open her eyes until the clock struck noon that day

her father was a good man and strived to provide an excellent education for her. seeing as she inclined more towards solitude he made sure to support her in her academic endeavors, namely those including mycology and herbalism

when the duke's aunt had fallen ill, she moved in with him, partly due to the illness, partly due to the fact that the duke was still in mourning over the death of his wife (she died shortly after faerene was born)

duke's aunt harbored disgust and hatred towards faerene. due to her ancestry, the girl was never going to have children (something faerene didn't mind as she wasn't interested in anything like that anyway), hence she was deemed an unsuitable heir to the rosenhall name. faerene's father always defended his daughter, especially after several cases of his aunt visibly abusing her. until one day, he fell strangely ill and weak, and his mind stopped being his own

soon after that, mold started to spread around the manor's walls, strange fungal growths spurting in dark and damp places, affecting the staff of the house, and controlling their minds

faerene managed to discover the source of the corrupting magic: duke's aunt herself, a powerful hag in disguise, seeking to take control of the family estate

it was thanks to the ghost of the duke's late wife, still haunting the walls, that faerene and her father managed to defeat the hag, harnessing the power of the spores in the process and turning it from corruption to healing (hence why she is a circle of spores druid). faerene then strived to use this magic to try and resurrect the tree she was born from, hoping to talk to the woman imprisoned there and ask her about her mother. unfortunately, she was kidnapped by the nautiloid before she managed to do just that

#ask #roberthouses #oc: faerene rosenhall #you spoil me so much thank you for asking about her! ♥

[megafreeman]

SRR spoilers. A lot of people talk about how Saints Row Reboot doesn't have any proper direction for it story, but I've been think and I think that directionless approach was their direction; the direction was deliberately crafted to be anti-alienating. I talked before how characters and gangs were crafted to appeal to every side of the fanbase, but I just realized why everything is so poorly executed. I think they deliberately choose to make the cast vanilla (as in no conflict and stuff like that) because they were afraid it would alienate one of their fanbases if they pick the character made to appeal to them and said "This person is objectively wrong" (think about how in SRTT, they treat Shaundi as a crazy one for taking the narrative seriously). More under the cut

Hence you get bare minimum "conflict" where they make a joke about a character's idea and then go with it. Just think about the game. None of the jokes ever land because they always go ahead with the idea the guy they were making fun of made. For example, in the prologue Kevin once makes fun of Eli for saying they should "Make Connections" instead of "Finding more people that can shoot a gun". Yet, despite turning his comments into a joke, we never really see any of the other character disapprove of Eli for having a nerdy approach towards gangs in a same sense how Boss would simplify and outright change Pierce's ideas to fit more with their simple outlook of how a gang should work.

Compare this to Pierce being a punching bag in SR2. Punching bag Pierce was usually there to create a lot of character conflict. Either with him and Gat, who have gravely different outlook on how they should do things, or him and Shaundi, who always steals his ideas and is a polar opposite of his character.

Now imagine if Kevin (who is made to appeal to SRTT fans) suggested in SRR that yall should get a dildo and beat people up with dildos for impact and Neenah and Eli then spent next 15 minute of mission just shitting on him for having a godawful idea. Imagine all the temper tantrums people that play SR for dildo bats would have

Same applies for Neenah (Made for SR2 fans). Imagine if she suggested you should do something serious and then Eli and Kevin spent 15 minutes shitting on her for wanting to take narrative seriously "because this is Saints Row and Saints Row is all about goofy fun! xD" Idk about yall, but a scene like that would leave a bad taste in my mouth.

That why I think they avoided any conflict, they didn't want to make any of the characters seem flawed, bad, or as if the narrative wasn't on their side at any moment because they were afraid it'd backfire. Same way how in SRTT, treating Shaundi as a bad guy for caring about Gat's death backfired (ironically, not doing that is what ended up backfiring the most lmao)

Ofc, Nahualli is there to contradict all this. But that's why they delibirately choose to make him a bad guy with 0 pre-release marketing. Because that's not a character they want you to like or be attached to uwu (which ironically, turned out to be the opposite)

#saints row #saints row reboot #sr #srr critical

[pochqmqri]

It has now been a full year since my ex broke up with me, after "no longer having any romantic feelings" for me. The same ex who had been so dismissive of my sexual wants in our relationship, that she would never give the time of day to even look at or compliment any of my nudes because she was asexual now, that she didn't feel horny anymore to engage in sexting, but would continue on the side to do those activities with random strangers on her 18+ accounts. The same one who, on the day of the breakup, just before it, asked to see my nudes to "test something," since she was "feeling horny again and wanted to check against something [she] knew she wasn't for," only to break the bad news after, and then criticize my nudes because she only likes "full body shots" despite constantly sharing tummy and dick pics of other random girls. The same one who said that when she reblogged posts about girlcock, she said it was "only in jest" and didn't mean that she was sexually attracted to me, that is, I was being fetishized by her. I'm not going to say another trans woman is a chaser, but she was showing chaser tendencies. The same one who would engage in sexting with other members of the polycule server I used to be in, but when I brought up that I felt left out, she said there was nothing she could do about that. The same one who refused to be there for me emotionally during our relationship, such as when my own native country was being coup'd, or when my friend's mom died after a driver hit her, that she didn't have "the spoons" and would consistently pass it over to our other (an another ex) partner or ask if I had a therapist to talk to, treating the polycule like she could designate tasks she didn't want to do with me to other people.

It's also been a full year since I last talked to her, the last thing I said to her being that she had gaslighted me too many times in our relationship, and her last thing trying to deny it, ending with, "seeing all this, i feel like you were only looking at my sexual side as if you were trying to isolate it from the rest of my self but in doing so failed to understand key things about myself as a whole, hence your confusion as to why i would interact with sexual content that i wouldn't theoretically like." I have several regrets of that relationship, such as spending an exorbitant amount on Canadian shipping to give her gifts for her birthday from Japan, which she felt no real remorse for in our breakup, but one regret that sticks with me was how I should have called her out on her hypocrisy and been more rude about it. I was stupid for letting her get away with so much, and she was thus able to get away scot-free thinking that she did nothing wrong (technically it was a centrist both-sidesy "neither of us did anything wrong uwu" thing).

Directly following the aftermath, I had to set aside my emotions, because I was in the midst of finals week for my last semester of university as an undergrad. If she had been waiting about a week and a half to break up with me, I would have appreciated it if she waited a little bit longer until I was done with school. Nevertheless, I persevered and maintained a 4.0 GPA.

Over the summer, my ex would coax her partner (also my ex but broke up with me a month earlier) to move in with her across the country. They had planned this for a while now. I was a bit envious, two trans girls in an online relationship finally moving in together, that's the dream isn't it? Looking back, it was funny that my ex, who when we started dating, was in a polycule dating four other girls including me, then proceeded to lose each girl one by one with me as the second-to-last one. It's almost like I was just a "test." I spent my summer looking to get hired, though I had little luck being a bio major with barely any experience. I had to settle on unpaid internships for a while, where I was treated like shit and made to do menial tasks.

I wasn't doing well, even a few months after, I was lonely. I still had my online friends, who stuck by me, but I realize that after my horrible experience in an online relationship with her, I no longer wanted to go headfirst into something like that again. I didn't want to "e-date," and I wanted to make more friends IRL. After graduating, I lost touch with a bunch of people, including my work friends who I cherished a lot, and I was back to my reclusive ways. This all stems from my insecurities of being closeted IRL, how it's hard for me to create a "fake face" to make and keep friends, and even that I'm ashamed to date if I haven't even bothered to come out as my true self, because I'm lying to everyone including myself. Yet still, I made the effort to reconnect with a few friends in person, even one who I had not talked to for about four years. I'm still working on that though.

My fortune that year turned around towards the last few months, when I went on vacation to visit my relatives in Australia. It was the first time I left the U.S. since early 2018. I enjoyed my time there greatly, I got to see and do so many cool things, such as snorkel in the Great Barrier Reef. It definitely helped take my mind of my ex.

When I came back to the U.S. earlier this year, I had to hit the grind on job hunting again, and I still wasn't very successful on that, especially since I promised to no longer work for free again. Luckily, at that point, I was working part-time as a babysitter for a family friend's child, being paid pretty well. Around late March, I went back to one of my internships (one that treated me much better) and did a paid internship with them, of which I just completed recently.

As of my ex, I learned back in April that she debuted as a vtuber, with a live rig and such. I knew she was considering it a year ago, and though I don't care about that subculture, I would have supported her had we been still together. What's peculiar is that she wanted to study to become a pharmacy tech, and that she would get a stable income from that to become a vtuber...I guess she got that "stable income" rather quickly, since live rigs cost hundreds of dollars. It's really suspicious to me that she's able to sit on her ass pretending to be a "nekomata slime girl" (who's actually white) that can speak Japanese, playing video games, while her current partner since moving in with her last July, has made several donation posts asking for money due to her struggling to find a job. It feels extremely selfish to me.

I thought about if I should call out my ex, with all the receipts on what she did to me, along with her seemingly not helping her partner pay the bills as a no-name vtuber isn't making much anyways. For the receipts, I thought that they were too personal and people would see it as stuff that "should stay in the DMs" so I stalled on the issue. Not to mention, because she's no-name and doesn't even have 100 followers, I thought it would be cruel to even target her.

Over the last couple of weeks, I settled on a decision. I'm moving on. That doesn't mean I forgive her, or that there's a chance I will at this rate, when she rebranded as a vtuber, she unfriended me on Discord (of which I never messaged her since the breakup but kept it open in case there was an opportunity to talk again), which probably makes it clear that she wants nothing to do with me anymore. I don't want to get "revenge" or even with her anymore, because I already have the best kind of such, which is the way I currently live. I could do better for sure, but looking back at the past year since the break up, I'm much happier without her, I've experienced a lot of new things on my own, met new people and reconciled with old ones. I spent time streaming anime with friends again, hung out with a friend downtown, been making and saving up money, and there's so much more ahead for me. I haven't come out publicly and transitioned to be my truest and fullest self yet, but I know that will happen eventually, that I will have the courage to do so, even if not to my family, in stealth. I want to maybe go on a trip by myself to see friends who live far away, I want to go back to being my pre-pandemic self. I don't want to be tethered to her any longer, I want to take more risks in my life, stop feeling too comfortable.

#empoletrons shit