#I do not know how ball joints work obviously

[slvtforoldermen]

Pedro’s Characters: The Dick-tionary

How big are Pedro Pascal’s characters and some NSFW headcannons

(WARNING: DETAILS OF PENISES AND TALKS OF SEX - MDNI)

Part Two <3

A/N: Sorry I never continued Fluff February :(, I lost motivation so I’ll just write them and post them as a prompt list for whenever…

Joel Miller:

Okay, all his characters are big, it’s a known fact, but Joel is 100% the biggest. Probably about 8.5 inches, with a pretty pink mushroom tip, and GIRTHY AGH! There’s a vein on it that is really visible when he’s hard. Oh and his balls are big too. Everything about Joel is just big. Not only is he big but you best believe he knows how to use it too. He’s got a daddy kink… Fav positions are missionary and cowgirl, however when he’s angry doggy or the mating press are a no-brainer. Daddy kink! DOMINANT!!! There’s no way this man is a sub, it just doesn’t work, he’s just so dom yknow, and when he’s soft, he’s the sweetest he’s ever been, but if he’s angry, hard dom Joel comes out and that’s a man you don’t wanna piss off if you wanna cum. He’s got such a daddy kink. “Fuck babygirl/boy, you’re so fucking sweet, sugar. So fucking good for daddy. Yeah baby? You like that? Such a good little girl/boy, so fucking sweet.” Daddy kink is such is a big thing for him. Hair wise? Well it’s the apocalypse so it’s probably hard to find the Manscaper 3000 or whatever. He trims his hair with some scissors, honestly he didn’t really care for shaving before you, so he just let it grow, but once when you were sucking him, you almost sneezed from how much it tickled your nose and made a little joke about it after, which made Joel feel a little bad so he cut them just a little shorter. Oh I’m sorry and did I mention… DADDY KINK!!!

Javier Peña:

(Here I’m purely writing about Javier Pena in a fictional sense AS PEDRO, not the real guy, this has nothing to do with the real Javier Pena)

Okay, Javier, my baby daddy. Um, who said that- ANYWAYS! Javier is probably the second biggest, in joint place with Oberyn, definitely about 7-7.5 inches, as he’s nicknamed by moi, the Pussy Slayer of Medellin. It goes without saying that Javier is rough, as we’ve seen, side note: I don’t know why I thought watching Narcos with my family would be a good idea… I was sat on the couch like “😀 okay, I’m watching Pedro have sex next to my mum, just a normal Saturday morning…” anyways back to it (hehe Negan reference) but Javier is rough, doggy and cowgirl are his favourite positions, but sometimes when he’s feeling a little somber he likes a little missionary. As how domestically-kinky I like my men, I’m a little disappointed that Javier isn’t a committed man, but he does have a tiny 🤏 breeding kink, he defo isn’t a fan of being called daddy, in fact just call him Javi and he’s yours, and he’s dom obviously. “Oh carino, you take my cock so well, you good little whore… fuck… my sweet little angel.” I mean, we’ve all seen his hair, so do we really need address it, that also might genuinely be my fav sex scene in all of cinema history.

Oberyn Martell

Okay, admittedly, I haven’t seen any proper scenes of Oberyn, because I’ve just started GOT, so I have no clue what his character is like apart from being a HUGE BISEXUAL SLUT, so he’s just like me 🤭

Oberyn, tying with Javier, is about 7-7.5 inches, and I feel like his cock is definitely a lot more tan than others, idk why, it’s just an instinct. Defo uncircumcised. His fav positions are definitely cowgirl OH and dude is the literal definition of a pillow prince, again, just like me. Suck his dick, please, just suck his dick. Again, I don’t know how he’s presented in GOT, but I’m like 74% sure he’s dominant? From the clips I’ve seen 🫣 Hair wise, do razors exists in the GOT world? Or does my man just shave himself with a sword.

Javi Gutierrez:

Oh my sweet baby Javi… he’s so kinky. I’m fully convinced he’s into full BDSM, not so much where he has to do it every single time, but maybe like once a month. When I was watching TUWOMT for the first time, when Nick is about to go into the room with all his merch and stuff, I was dead convinced it was gonna be a sex dungeon. There’s no way a man is this sweet and adorable without being into some freaky shit.

Anyway, Javi is about 6.5 inches, with a sweet pink tip and he’s definitely a giver not a taker, don’t get him wrong, he ADORES you with his dick in your mouth, but he prefers to eat you out/suck your dick for hours on end. Oh and he’s a sweet talker, when you guys aren’t being full kinky, he’ll praise you to hours on end, mumbling in your ear how good you are in that sexy accent of his. Is a little bit of a switch, but mostly dominant, soft dom if it’s a normal night but if it’s that special night, only your safe word will pull him out of hard dom space. Definitely the type to overstimulate you in a sweet way “you can take it right sweetheart? Mi amor~ just take my cock nice and good, ahí tienes.” Um, daddy kink for surely, but not like every single night like Joel. But when he’s between your legs, and he’s stimulated you so far into sub space, and you’re struggling to keep your eyes open, and you’re reaching up for him, babbling how good his cock feels in your hole, he can’t help but coo down at you and praise you so hard. He’s not bald, but his hair isn’t long, just trimmed to the point where it tickles your nose when you suck his cock.

Din Djarin

Okay, so I think it’s canon that Din hasn’t really ever felt human touch, so I feel he’s really inexperienced… but the dude’s got a pretty dick. Like it’s just so… pretty. About 6 inches with a sweet baby pink tip, he’s so sensitive too. He loves head but he really can’t say it, he’s just too embarrassed. I just get the vibe that he’s mostly subby. He tried to be dom once but the poor baby couldn’t handle it all. But then he tried again and he did so good, but it tired him out, so if he’s domming, which is once in a blue moon, he’s going to be soft, maybe even softer than Javi. Mommy/Daddy kink!! “Please, I’m good right? Please, please tell me I’m doing good… you always feel so so good, I love you so much.” Please, he’s so sweet I love him. It’s rare that you guys get off together because of reasons due to his upbringing and stuff so he just likes being taken care of, the sweet boy. Before you, he never really cared for shaving, so when you first strip together, he’s a little nervous about it, and then after that he trims it, quite short.

Marcus Moreno

If anyone says this man is a hard dom they’re just kidding themselves, this man is the sweetest man out there, obviously not as much as Din ofc <3.

Marcus has an obsession with using his hands, making you cum just by fingering you. Then when he’s inside you, he slips his fingers into your mouth, or around your neck, or on your cheek. His dick is about 7 inches, and like everyone else, knows how to use it perfectly. Angel is one of his favourite nicknames to call you. “My perfect Angel, taking my cock so good baby…” whilst hes thrusting into you ever so gently. Would never EVER do it when Missy is around, so quickies before picking Missy up from school are his go to, but he loves the days where his mom can take her out for the day or even a grandma sleepover so he can be with you for hours. You under him, over him, him inside you, his good girl/boy, his good angel. Pleasuring you until you get numb. The armpit hair in the scene of the gif gets me and idk why, I have never had a thing for armpit hair but maybe I’m just really horny, but his hair down there is nice and trimmed, not bald, never bald.

Tim Rock(Hard)Ford

Here we go…

Oh Tim man! I have a teensy 🤏 detective kink so when Pedro played this role it was over for me.

Maybe it’s the greying, like Joel, but I feel like he’s huge, just like Joel. He’s 8 inches, living his best life. But he’s just a tired old man, so when he gets home, please just get on your knees for him, he’ll just lay there, stroking your hair, praising you, telling you how good you suck his cock. Then he’ll bring you up to the bed and return the favour, making sure to always get you to tell him about your day as he does so. Saturday nights are always his favourite time to rail into you, he’s had the whole day off, just resting, watching you walk around, getting him so worked up. He has a domestic kink. So seeing you do chores get him so hard. Loves fucking between your thighs when you’re sleeping because he gets home so late and just needs a little relief, but you look so cute and peaceful while you sleep and because he’s so considerate, he doesn’t wanna wake you. “So good for me baby, so good for daddy, gonna fill you up, you’re not gonna let any of my cum slip out right, gonna keep it all in your tummy, yeah, that’s it, cum for me.” TALKS YOU THROUGH IT!!! Sleeps naked. Not trimmed, not shaved, just grows it out, he’s old so he doesn’t care, it’s not like anyone but you would be seeing him like this anyways.

Dieter Bravo

I love Dieter, he’s so cute.

Not dom, but not sub either, just dom enough to see you break under him but sub enough to whimper and get soooo desperate. Such a huge pillow prince, he loves it when you suck him, especially when you grab his balls and caress them, he cums so quick when that happens. He’s about 6.5 inches, and it loves fast, not as in quickie, but he loves seeing you fall apart as he jackhammers into your hole. When you ride him he gets so sweet, and he can last long, don’t worry, but you just look so pretty on top of him, he can’t help it, please don’t be mad at him. Has a thing for dry humping, especially in the morning when he’s too lazy to move properly. “So good baby, oh yeah, fuck, grind against me just like that, mmmf fuck…” loves to beg and watch you beg, he’s so good to and for you, don’t doubt him ever. He doesn’t shave, he trims it, but he’s so goofy, so once he shaved it into a heart.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal smut #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #javier peña #javier pena x reader #javier pena smut #javi gutierrez #oberyn martell #din djarin #marcus moreno #tim rockford #dieter bravo #slvtforoldermen

[norman-fucking-reedus]

I’m on a horny rampage and am tired of acting like i’m not balls deep in a Scud brainrot because I am. He’s nothing but a stoned little slut and I crave him at all hours of the day

Scud is literally a natural born sub. Like the mommy kink is so deeply rooted in his bone marrow. He’s a literally baby for you, he loves sitting in your lap and having his back rubbed or his hair played with. He just needs to be as close to you as humanly possible.

He’s very needy, like very. Scud runs off sex and weed. After about two joints he has little hearts floating around him and is begging for your attention. This brings me to my next point that Scud would actually love to be pegged. When you first suggested it he was a little weirded out, but that quickly changed after some convincing, and after you made him see literal stars.

UGH It makes me wanna literally scream he’s just so fuckable. Let’s not even act like he doesn’t jerk off in the back of that van because we all know that he does. He just gets so bored of watching cameras all day, and he just misses you so much, plus its not like anyone will know.

Oh and Scud is definitely more on the sensitive side. His whole cock is made of pure tenderness, and every little touch has his toes curling. Don’t even get me started on how he would start to feel empty from not having your strap inside him, he’d be an entire mess.

Now there are times where Scud can be a little a dominant, but that’s when he’s completely touch-deprived and needs you so bad to the point it makes him a bit feral. He remembers that he’s much stronger than you and can technically do whatever he wants. His mind and body are on overdrive, he kisses you too rough sometimes, grabs you a bit too hard, or accidentally knocks you into something.

He’s extremely eager to fuck, and can barely get himself out his clothes in his haste. Instead he just pins you against the nearest wall and hoists you up, shoving your pants down before his own. You know how much Scud loves tits, so you bunch your shirt under your chin, hooking your arms around his shoulders and watching the way he nuzzles his face between them.

I’ve also thought about Scud having some kind of kink to being recorded during sex… like he obviously won’t say it outloud but yes he wants you to record how much of a whore he is, and yes he does rewatch the footage when he jerks off

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[outmakingmoonshine]

I wrote this in the tags on this post by @sydcarmyfan pointing out that Carmy has touched all of Syd’s tattoos and they asked me to make a post about it, it's kinda long so I've put it under a cut.

Like the above post mentions the placement of Carmy's hands on Syd's back in 2x03 puts them directly over the broken wishbone, the three of swords tattoos and the anchovies

If the hand placement is deliberate then it specifically places his hands directly over the tattoos that relate to him/their love story the most. The broken wishbone, he’s fulfilling her wish/dream by making her his partner in The Bear and kinda breaking it by being “shitty”, there's something in there about "wishing on a star" too... and the three of swords which the SydCarmy meta writers have written about much better than I can. (And also the anchovies tattoo but I have no idea what that's related to yet, although Carmy does have a fish tattoo so that's how it relates until I know more lol.) This touch on these two specific tattoos happens in a scene which is arguably the start of him breaking her heart and her wish…it's the first time she sees him after he ditched her at Kasama and after he tried to avoid Claire but caved to her hounding him on the phone so whether Syd's aware of Claire yet or not, the wall has already been torn down and the ball's already in motion. It’s also when he starts to ditch working with her on their joint wish/dream, kinda breaking her "wish" of working on it with him.

It's worth noting that the point of a wishbone is to break it so this might not have a negative connotation and could just relate to him being so focused on getting that wish for her while...on the other hand..literally..he’s breaking her heart while trying.

@sydcarmyfan pointed out when Carmy placed his hand on Syd's back in 2x02 he also touched her other two tattoos, which was during a scene/montage when they were both more comfortable and relaxed around each other, being more open about their personal lives, history, family etc, and those other two tattoos seem more related to Syd’s family life/history. The car with mom on the license plate and the c’est pas grave tattoos. So the themes of the tattoos he touched in each scene also relate to the themes of their dynamic within that scene.

The car is obviously about her mum and maybe something to do with driving to Sheridan Road? Idk yet but my theory on the c’est pas grave tattoo (which translates to “it’s not serious/it doesn’t matter/nevermind”) is it relates to whatever reason Syd feels like she needs to hide or ignore her feelings like they “don’t matter” or they’re “not serious” to anyone else but her…or maybe she doesn’t even allow herself to take them seriously and that’s why she just swallows her disappointment and internalizes and suppresses her feelings all the time.

I don’t think Syd’s ever really been emotionally nurtured because the version we see now of Emmanuel as the devoted father telling stories of her mother lovingly doesn’t really add up. If he was that loving devoted father making her smile and laugh so animatedly while she was growing up why is she so emotionally avoidant now? There’s a weird distance in their relationship like she has a huge wall up when she's around him, even more than around when she's around Carmy or Marcus tbh. He obviously knows her better, he raised her so he can see through her and confront her about more things but she still never really lets him in and he never seems willing to push enough. I get the feeling he wasn’t really there for her as a kid and he learnt to be a decent father too late. I also get a vibe from him like he feels kinda guilty about something / has regrets / kinda feels like he failed her. Idk he seems to walk on eggshells around her imo like he's very careful what he says to her and how he words things with her. He definitely feels the distance between them and it bothers him more than it bothers her. You can tell he tries to connect with her, but she’s always the one who’s resistant.

My theory is the distance is because he became an alcoholic after her mom died because he couldn't cope with losing her. Maybe Syd spent most of her childhood feeling neglected and alone, like no one cared about her and what she wanted or needed so she learnt to suppress her emotions and now she just keeps following that pattern because she doesn’t know any different. By the time Emmanuel got sober it was too late, she'd already learned this toxic way to cope with all the feelings of loneliness and rejection. And she's still so wounded by his neglect that she only gives him a surface level relationship now.

She’s also lowkey disrespectful to him in some ways or she just lacks the respect you would expect her character to have for a father who is clearly trying and we know Syd isn’t a disrespectful person. Definitely not to be disrespecting her only living parent and kinda dismissing him the way she does for no reason. So I think there’s something important we don’t know about their dynamic.

I also think this could be why she cut Carmy off from asking about her dad in 2x02 because he already said something like “at least he was there for you” and I don't think she wanted to explain that maybe he actually wasn’t.

There’s a reason that the main point of Emmanuel's only scene and dialogue inside the restaurant in 2x10 was to reveal that he doesn't drink and I don't think it was just to highlight the contrast between him and Donna because it would've made more sense to have donna show up as a drunken mess outside The Bear if they wanted that contrast so badly but she seemed sober when talking to Pete.

(Here's where I insert my headcanon that Emmanuel & Donna have already met at al-anon meetings and he’s been integral in her recovery so far, probably not even realizing they are future in-laws.)

I think Carmy's gonna find out Syd had a very similar childhood to him but she was actually going through it all alone. While he FELT alone she really WAS alone dealing with an alcoholic parent with no siblings to understand or to just share the emotional and psychological burden with and all he's been doing is dumping pressure on her that she didn’t really ask for...but she wont tell him directly that she crumbles under pressure, she tried to tell him a story to let him know she crumbles under pressure with the Sheridan story in 1x05 and again with the pasta/Ragù story in 2x02 but he consistently keeps leaving her alone to fend for herself with a major workload when the whole reason she came to The Beef was to work WITH him and spend time WITH him. That’s what Syd values, that’s what makes her happy. Quality time and food are her love languages, these things are the way to her heart and this anxious white man is bending over backwards trying to make her happy BY AVOIDING HER TO WORK ON HIMSELF SO HE CAN BE ENOUGH TO MAKE HER HAPPY😭😭 He's trying but he's so clueless and Syd won't give him a clue!

#sydcarmy #carmy x sydney #syd x carmy #sydcarmy meta

[yandere-daydreams]

artifical idol venti? hold on this is making me think a little. out of the other possible roles that mentioned so far, this is the first i think that really public. not saying that the other ones aren't but a idol makes me wonder how the whole 'companion android' part works out. like, imagine getting a venti as a misguided gift because you had liked some of his songs. or!! working as a tech for one if he is still doing idol stuff(since that maybe unpopular to stop depending on he was received)

tw - unhealthy relationships, possessive behavior, and slight codependence.

just to be clear, i do think he's been retired as an idol and, since Teyvat's shift into all sex dolls all the time, he's only ever been sold for commercial use, even if he's still retained his angelic singing voice and idol charm. he even performs at special events alongside more recent androids like Xinyan and Yunjin, but he hasn't had any concerts since released as a companion droid. just to avoid diverting attention away from the main focus of Teyvat as a brand, or whatever their publicists decided to say.

all of which you already know, obviously. you've been a diehard fan since he was an idol, even served as a repair tech on his last few tours, so when he was officially retired, it only made sense that you were the one to take him home - even if he did have to have his memory card wiped, first, and his stage-outfit replaced with something a little more... uh, appropriate for daily use. the first few weeks were just as awkward as you'd expect living with your long-term celebrity crush would be, but by the end of that month, you'd gotten used to the way he'd splay himself out on your lap or littler feather-light kisses across your neck, and you started to see him as something more akin to a very eccentric, very affectionate roommate than a world-renowned performer you only ever got to interact with when he managed to tear his synthetic skin or knock one of his ball-joints out of its socket. he's not much for chores, but he likes running errands with you, and you honestly prefer it when he cuddles against your back while you're washing dishes or whines and tugs at your clothes as you're finishing up a few projects you didn't have time to wrap-up while you were at your workshop. he's cute, and eager, and just as attention-starved as he was when he still needed a stadium full of people to fawn over him. and, of course, you wouldn't have him any other way.

although, you are a little worried about just how much attention he seems to want. it's toned down from his idol days, made into more of an ever-present neediness than a constant lust for adoration, but there are still some undertones there, a certain spark in his glass eyes that reminds you of the way he used to look backstage, grinning to himself, more than ready to sing for a crowd that'd leave most people too scared to spit out a few shakey notes. you can see it when in bed, as he grinds against your thigh and holds your hands to his chest, and hear it in his voice as he introduces himself to anyone you bring over - always so proud to claim you as his user and himself as your favorite and only companion. he likes to sing for you, hum little lullabies as you're falling asleep or play a few of his songs while he's watching you work, but you can swear, he's changing the lyrics, twisting the words to make them less loving and more love-sick. it shouldn't bother you as much as it does, but it feels like he's been putting more and more effort into staying close to you, into sneaking into your bed at night long after you've told him to go to his charging port, into prodding at your feelings and playing with your sympathy until you're willing to take him anywhere you go, until you just can't bring yourself to tear him away from your side. you know he's just a little clingy, but you can't help but worry about him, sometimes. you know it's just the way he was programmed, but...

you can't help but wonder if he'll be the only thing you're allowed to pay attention to, soon enough.

#genshin sex doll au #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere prompts #genshin x reader #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin impact #yandere genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #venti x reader #yandere venti #yandere venti x reader #yanderecore #yancore

[idkmanwtfishumanityanymore]

Lee HC’s! (In order of appearance bc the image-uploading is being weird- sorry for the shit formatting!)

Lee!Sun:

First of all, we shall list what kind of lee he is; Easily flustered.

Sunny obviously wheezes, but he wheezes the most if his rays are being targeted.

Sunny cannot say the t-word for the life of him when he’s in a lee!mood, but can easily say it when actual tkls aren’t involved. Worst spot is his wrists, lightly tracing his wrist will kill the poor guy- (but he will be very happy despite his whines of protest.)

Whenever Earth goes to play with his rays, the reason he always sounds so startled, is because he’s trying not to laugh.

Sun is less of a wriggler, and more of a bargainer, opting to try and talk his way out of being wrecked instead of actually trying to escape.

Lee!Moon:

Moon is the kind of lee who insists they’re not ticklish somewhere, only for it to be like- one of their worst spots.

Speaking of worst spots, His knees. His knees, are just death. He is rendered helpless the second you go for his knees.

Moon is more of a ler than a lee usually, but will very embarrassedly ask Sun, Earth, Or Solar for tkls when he’s in a lee!mood, he would go to Lunar only if he needs the kind of tkls that completely fry your brain, like if he’s overthinking about his past self or something similar.

Definitely more of a wriggler than Sun- he will fight for his LIFE (even if he’s the one who asked for tkls.)

Inspired by a certain fic, (You know who you are /pos) A good way to comfort or calm him is light tkls on the hand, typically Sun or Earth does this, but Solar has been allowed to do so a couple times.

Lee!Earth:

Probably the most open lee of the group- like, she can directly ask for tkls without using any code words or substitutes, even in a really bad Lee!mood- (the others envy her bravery)

Worst spot is her hips, but a close second is the back of her neck, under her mountain of hair.

Will go to anyone she trusts for tkls, but mainly opts to ask Monty, Sun, Moon, Lunar and Solar, as she’s closest with them.

Has thought about asking Moon or Solar to add a cropped turtleneck to her list of outfits, but is a little hesitant. (not too cropped, like- right where the ribs end.)

Very fond of tkls in general, as it’s a very good way to strengthen bonds with those you love. Lee!Lunar:

One of the worst wrigglers of the entire celestial family, no matter what-

Has difficulty saying the t-word when in a lee!mood, but it’s not impossible for him.

Has very likely been the Guinea pig for Gemini (Castor and Pollux) when they were curious about tkls, Pollux was probably the one to bring it up. (Before all uh. The recent happenings, of course.)

Worst spot is probably his tummy, (wow so creative/j) but a very close second is the joints of his arms.

Super feather-sensitive because I say so.

Cheer up tkls are his kryptonite, but they don’t Always work-

Has been tkld by Jack before, because he made the mistake of mentioning the word while Jack was nearby- (wasn’t as bad as he expected, kinda fun actually.) Lee!Blood-Twins:

More Ler’s than Lee’s, but The less crazy one, (I personally call this one HarvestMoon/Harvest) typically has more lee!moods than the more feral one (Normal ol BloodMoon)

Now these two, THEY are THE WORST wrigglers in the celestial family, with Lunar being a very, VERY close second.

They will bite and claw whoever is tklng them, no matter who it is- they will cause damage- it is inevitable- you’re signing your death certificate if you try to get them-

Like Sun, they CANNOT say the T-word, but like. Ever- it doesn’t matter what context the situation has, they’re going to substitute the word- the t-word hurts their pride and ego, and they refuse to let that happen. If they do actually say the t-word, it is very much an accident that they will recall whenever they try to sleep- and curl up into a flustered little ball of growls.

They pretend to hate tkls, but due to how rare it is that they get any kind of positive touch, they absolutely secretly adore it.

Obviously their worst spot is the left underarm, where that weak point is, (THAT CANONICALLY IS TKLISH‼️) but a close second is their tummy, because of how doglike they act sometimes.

Playing off the last one, yes. Yes they kick like a puppy when someone tkls their tummy. It is incredibly embarrassing for them, though, as they cannot control it, and will very likely growl the whole time-

They do indeed have a “sweet spot” like a dog, but I’m just gonna let y’all try and guess where it is <3 (I’m evil I know.). Lee!Eclipse:

OH MY FUCKING GOD. Literally the biggest goddamn lee of the celestial family it’s not even funny.

He is a walking death-spot, but his absolute worst spot is most definitely the middle of his back, he goes LIMP immediately.

Ridiculously touch-starved, so he’s very likely to just melt into any tkls he’s given. (Sometimes even if the intent is malicious-)

Like Sun, he wheezes, but (because I say so) he will occasionally let out a catlike giggle or squeak, which he’s very flustered by.

HE CANNOT EVEN USE SUBSTITUTES FOR THE T-WORD. He just has to hint around without mentioning anything even slightly similar to the dreaded t-word and pray that whoever he’s trying to get tkls from catches his drift.

He’s the most likely to get clingy if he’s been thoroughly wrecked, it doesn’t matter who did it, he’s gonna cling to them and refuse to let go- such a pathetic wet cat of a man. Lee!Solar:

Yeah, like Earth, he’s also a pretty calm lee (not open about it though-)

Solar can say the t-word, without substitutes, no matter what, and it’s VERY RARE for him to use a substitute.

Actually quite fond of “go the fuck to sleep/take a break” tkls. (Sometimes purposefully stays up too late working on something to provoke the others (Mainly Moon and Spaniard (the computer) into tklng him-)

Not much of a wriggler or a bargainer, but definitely a whiner- he will protest so damn much despite visibly enjoying the tkls.

Solar’s worst spot is like, right above his hips. He will definitely hiccup if you go for that.

Lee!KC:

Used to be more of a ler before he went all hippy mode (/pos) but now leans more towards being a lee.

Like Moon, his worst spot is his knees, but back when he had his mindscape form, it was definitely his paws- 100%. (Yes KC used to have paws, I’m still reeling myself in after nearly a year.)

more of a soft giggler, with very few loud noises like squeals or shrieks.

He can say the t-word sometimes, but usually has to use substitutes. Lee!ForkFace:

One of the more ler-learning members of the group, but definitely still has lee!moods.

whenever Forky decides to have their rays, that’s usually how you can tell they’re in a lee!mood, as their rays are quite tklish but not as much as Sun’s or any of the other ray-possessors.

Has the quietest giggles of the whole group, mainly because they rarely talk- but definitely has moments when they go from quiet, rapid breathing to simulate giggling, to a sudden screech-

Oddly enough, their worst spot is their lower-arm, a close second would be their neck.

a little more embarrassed about tkls than you’d think, especially because it’s more difficult to ask for them when they don’t feel like talking.

Earth and Foxy are the people they mainly go to for tkls, Earth is the one who taught them what it is, actually! Lee!JackOMoon:

Puppy brained little goober who barely understands the concept of tkls, had to research it one day because he mistook Solar wrecking Lunar (for calling him a twink) as violence, and tried to mutilate Solar-

Doesn’t understand why he suddenly feels an urge to be tkld, but usually goes to Solar, Lunar or surprisingly ForkFace to ask about it.

Can say the t-word in any context, as he doesn’t really understand anything that he feels when in a lee!mood.

Has tried to tkl himself, was very confused when it didn’t cause the same sensation as when someone else does.

Like BloodMoon (and Harvest,) Jack’s puppy brain causes him to kick when someone gets his tummy.

The second boldest lee of the group, right behind Earth, as he can’t feel embarrassment (not yet anyway- the day he gains embarrassment, he will be in the same boat as Eclipse in terms of asking for tkls-). Lee!Ruin:

3rd most open lee of the group, very capable of just asking for tkls without substitutes.

Despite being able to say the t-word, he will definitely Hesitate to ask for tkls- he’s very self conscious the poor lad.

Ruin is more of a “go limp and whine” kind of lee, but doesn’t deny that he likes tkls.

if he’s unable to bring himself to ask for tkls, he will pout and whine like a toddler until someone catches on.

Like Eclipse, he’s a walking deathspot- AND THIS IS BY CHOICE, HE BUILT HIS OWN BODY, HE WIRED HIS SENSORS THIS WAY. (The others love to tease him about that, and the friendly teasing always just makes him super happy and feel like he’s not a burden or out of place <3) (I’ll add ler HC’s later- rn I have writers block💀)

#Sun and Moon Show tickles #TSAMs tk HC’s #Lee!Sun #Lee!Moon #Lee!Earth #Lee!Lunar #Lee!BloodMoon #(Lee!HarvestMoon) #Lee!Eclipse #Lee!Solar #Lee!KC #(Lee!KillCode) #Lee!ForkFace #Lee!JackO #(Lee!JackOMoon) #Lee!Ruin #Tickle headcanons #weird ass formatting sorry-

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If the 500 followers event is still open, would be alright to ask for prompt 15 with Ortho? Platonic obviously! I just think the robot boy deserves some more love. Thanks! <3

15. Formal balls weren't a thing in your world so you have been hiding in this strategically chosen corner to avoiding having to step on anyone's toes. Unfortunately someone really, really, REALLY, wants to dance with you and has managed to track you down AGAIN.

I was surprised to get Ortho requests this event since I haven't exactly written anything specifically dedicated to him but he is such a good character. He deserves all the love and friendship in the world, and this prompt suits him well given how he acts with Idia.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, Ortho is meant to be post Ch. 6, Yuu is sort of an introvert and a bit self depreciating, that's ok Ortho is here to give some encouragement! The other event requests can be found on my masterlist here.

This had been a mistake.

As much as you liked looking out on the fantastic scenery in front of you, it is all extremely overwhelming. Almost like it's wasted on you, the magical scenery is simultaneously completely comprehensible and extremely unnatural. You've seen pictures of Masquerade balls, seen them used in anime, listened to songs, and thought long and hard about just what it was you would do if you ever magically got invited to one. And now that you actually have been you are faced with the grim reality that no, just because everyone is wearing a mask that doesn't mean that you will suddenly overcome your distaste for crowds or figure out how to dance.

"Yuu!" Now if only you could make a certain someone agree. "There you are! You're getting better at this hiding thing." Ortho floats to keep himself at eye level with you, cheeky toothy smile freed for the special occasion.

"Really?" You groan, maybe you can bargain your way out of this one.

"Ha ha no." Ortho laughs, moving to cut you off from your exit and repeats the same question that's been haunting you all night. "Please dance with me Prefect! It'll be a bunch of fun."

"Don't wanna." You huff in an all too familiar way to Ortho, but he is surprised to find himself at a bit of a loss. Idia is Idia, and you are Yuu, his data is lacking on what to suggest to get you to agree to his request. It's a bit exciting actually, like playing an RPG blind and still trying to get a good end with your favorite companion.

[Ortho: Persuasion] "But I really want to dance with you, Prefect." He makes sure to sag his joints just enough to invoke sympathy without seeming like he is about to throw a tantrum. It seems to sort of work, but not in the way he really wants it to. You just look like you feel horrible for disappointing him and uncomfortable.

"I'm really sorry Ortho." you try to keep your breathing steady, flustered between seriously considering his request (there's no pressure if you are just dancing with a friend, right?) and still trying to plan your out. "But I am just not good at formal stuff like this at all, we don't have big parties like this in my world anymore. And even when there were dances in my world it's not like I ever got invites to any of them." Maybe that's the real reason you don't want to go out onto the floor, not that you can't dance. Deuce certainly isn't able to do things properly no matter how hard he is trying, and Ace is not even doing that. But you still don't quite feel like you... belong here, not after how big of a deal Crowley made out of your invitation being something he was "obliged" to give. "And I don't even know how to dance! I'll just step on everyone's feet and make things awkward."

"Hm, well then that's all the more reason for you to dance with me!" Ortho is... laughing? Not in a mean spirited way, but kindly. It's a soothing tone somehow, and as he mock bows you don't feel like he is intending on making you the butt of a joke at all. "I don't have any toes for you to step on, and if anyone you are uncomfortable with tries to make you dance I can just blow them up with my lasers."

"Uh maybe don't do that?" You gingerly take his hand and let the floating boy spin you around in a dance that's more similar to two children on a playground than a proper ballroom sway, but between just how happy he is and how quickly your other friends join in you cannot bring yourself to remain embarrassed for long.

"That's right prefect," Ortho whispers when he notices you have finally calmed down, "you aren't in your world anymore. And sometimes that probably sucks but tonight? It means that you are very much invited to the ball. Awesome right?!" He means that last bit about himself as much as he does you, you suppose but that doesn't make it any less true. Tonight, you are very much exactly welcome and where everyone wants you to be.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ortho shroud #twst yuu #500 followers celebration #i think ortho would pack bond with introvert yuu really fast #“oh i have one of these already!” #“i know exactly what to do!” #like they're a pokemon card or something #anyway idk if this was any good it's kinda short too but i promise i love ortho so much ;-;

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2 Friends, 3 Babies.

Several months prior, two friends are texting: 

Kirsty: *Hey babe* 

Kate: *Yeah?* 

Kirsty: *<Posts picture of a positive pregnancy test>* 

Kate: *EEEEEEE! For real.  Congrats!   We are catching up, tomorrow!* 

Three months later, the following text message discussion occurred: 

Kate: *Oh my god, you’ll never guess what!* 

Kirsty: *What?* 

Kate: *<Posts picture of positive pregnancy test>* 

Kirsty: *OH MY GOD!!!!* 

Kate: *Yep… we do everything together, even babies!* 

Kate:  *But… I’ve got 2 in me!* 

Kirsty: *Twins?  WOWWWW!* 

Kirsty and Kate grew up in a small town, and did everything together, they both grew up together, went to school and college together, even worked at the same job together.   They were more like sisters than friends, and now with their joint pregnancies, they were doing antenatal classes together.  Kate had married Kevin – another childhood friend – and yes, you will notice the prolific number of ‘K’ names between the group – one of the quirks of living in a close-knit community, sometimes things get a bit well… weird.   

In this case, generationally, each family collectively agreed to use the next letter of the alphabet to name their children.   No one knows how far back it started, but their parents’ friends’ group was made up of a Joyce, Joseph, Janice and James.   They had a few friends like John and Jack… and a few from the older generation, Ian and Irene.   Ken was an unfortunate teenage pregnancy incident between one of Kirsty and Kate’s mothers’ friends, born much older than the rest of the generation thanks to a lack of sufficient education about sexual practices in the school system. 

Tom – Kirsty’s husband – was the odd one out – he was an import into the area.  Kirsty met him at university, and he was soon welcomed into the community with open arms as they dated and eventually married. 

Even though the 2 ladies were frequently seen to be almost identical in their style and demeanour, as time progressed in their respective pregnancies, the obviousness of their pregnant condition separated them.   Kirsty managed to keep a very petite bump, it was very small and contained.   Kate on the other hand had surpassed Kirsty’s belly measurement by her 5th month, Kirsty’s 8th – looking as if full term with a single baby before Kirsty had even given birth. 

Kate was thrilled – and to be honest a little apprehensive – when Kirsty asked her to be her birthing partner – she was very aware that whatever happened to Kirsty she would have to do herself in only a matter of weeks afterwards, but the two of them felt that they were well prepared between watching birth videos together, taking birth classes together, and generally being good emotional support to each other through the trials of heartburn, morning sickness and cravings. 

As time progressed, and the inevitable day finally arrived, Kirsty called Kate to tell her that she was certain she was in labour, and she should come over. 

Kate knocked briefly on the door and walked in – she was past needing to wait for her friend to come and let her in, but as she took her time turning around to close the door behind her – always conscious of her bump potentially knocking into things - she shouted her hello into the house. 

“Come on in” shouted Kirsty in response, as Kate turned back around and walked down the small corridor into the room where the sound came from. 

She immediately stopped in her tracks, her hand flying instinctively to her mouth in unexpected shock. 

“Kirsty, you’re naked!” exclaimed Kate. 

Kirsty wasn’t exactly naked.   She was covered by a dressing gown, but it was open rather than tied, her body and hair evidently wet like she had just been in the bath or shower.   She was sat on her birth ball, slowly rotating her hips in a figure eight motion as Kate rounded the corner into the room. 

She looked up and managed a smile, “Yeah and I’ve got a baby wanting to come out of me, so I win this round” 

Kate couldn’t help but giggle, when almost on cue, Kirsty’s face scrunched up as she brushed back the fabric of her robe from the right hand side of her belly and clamped her hand on it, rubbing it with slow circles.    Kate watched enraptured as Kirsty’s belly tensed and for a brief moment, an outline of a part of the baby was seen poking out.   She gasped without realising. 

Kirsty, seeing this happen, blew out her breath as the contraction passed and smiled once again.   “I take it you saw little bub’s butt?”   Kate nodded.   “Yeah its crazy, been watching it all morning as my belly tightens up.   I suppose it’s a downside of a small bump... not much free room in there I guess?” 

Kate asked “So how long have you been in labour for?” 

Kirsty looked up as if she was trying to work something out in her head.  “Well... I was straddled riding Tom last night” 

“Hey, do you not have any secrets!” shouted Tom from the next room. 

“Of course not baby, we are friends!” shouted Kirsty, grinning maniacally. “As I was saying before being rudely interrupted, I was riding my man like a beast, when I felt some contractions.   Not sure if the baby was fed up of being juggled around or some magic happened... when the magic happened, but they didn’t let up, not like any of those Braxton Hicks things I’d been having.” 

Kate nodded, her hand instinctively moving to her belly to feel the movement of the babies inside her at the mention of Braxton Hicks contractions, she was only 6 months along, and she knew she had those to look forward to when the babies had grown a little more – if that was possible – she was bigger than Kirsty right now, and Kirsty was in labour! 

Kirsty continued.  “I managed to get a couple of hours sleep, but at around about... oh... 5 I think I gave up after watching the clock for an hour and feeling the occasional cramp.   I knew they weren’t going away at this point and got excited you know.” 

Kate nodded as Kirsty continued.   “I got up to go to the toilet” - cue knowing nods from Kate - “had a little bite to eat, and just sat and watched TV for a few hours feeling the build-up and progression, having a good moan and groan to myself.   After Tom got up and noticed I wasn’t in bed, it had been several hours, and things had started to get a bit fruity, let me tell you.  Headed for a nice warm bath to try and get comfortable when I got in touch with you.  Had about an hour in there – it helped; I'll admit – but I figure it's about time to go to the birth centre.   So here we are, about an hour later, Tom has – I hope – finished packing, and I need to just get dressed a bit so I can go out in public.” 

Tom poked his head around the door.  “We’re all set – Hi Kate!” 

“Hi Tom” Kate held her hand up in greeting. 

Kirsty stands from the ball, arching her back as she simultaneously holds the underside of her belly and pulls, lifting her round midsection up.  “That feels so much better let me tell you, nothing like it to ease back pain.  Baby’s got no decency to stay well away from nerves.”   She shuffles back towards a chair where a dress is draped over the back of it, shrugging off the dressing gown into a pile on the floor behind her, she grabs the dress and starts to pull it over her head, the fabric gathering above her bump until she's pulled it over her head and able to pull it down. 

“No underwear?” queried Kate, as Kirsty shook a finger at her, dropping her head and grimacing, evident that another contraction had started to ramp up.   Kate moved over to her friend and got in as close as her own bump would let her, rubbing Kirsty’s back.   That seemed to help, and her tight, scowling expression relaxed a little as she felt the muscles of her back being softly massaged. 

Tom walked back into the room with a bag slung over his shoulder with their hospital things in, taking his wife's hands in his own, he slowly rubbed his thumbs over the back of her two hands whilst whispering to her that she was doing well, and she was well on her way to meeting their baby. 

As the contraction reached its peak and finally ebbed away, Kirsty felt she could breathe again, huffing out her breath with a groan.   The contractions were definitely getting worse as time went on... she figured it was going to be as much, but she was secretly hoping that they would reach a peak with their pain and intensity, and eventually just go on longer and longer.   She figured in her own head that was too much to ask for. 

The three made their way to the car – Kirsty and Tom just having upgraded their small hatchback they shared as a couple to something larger with the baby on the way.  Kate settled into the passenger seat as she pushed the seat back as much as she could, Kirsty sat in the back row, on the assumption that it would allow her a bit more freedom of movement should she need it during the ride – she didn’t like the idea of getting trapped in the passenger seat and be surrounded by all the dashboard and centre consoles and not being able to move around, even shuffle from left to right. 

Tom opened the boot, threw in the bag he was carrying, and promised he would be quick as he dashed back into the house.   Two pairs of pregnant women’s eyes followed his movements as he retreated.   He returned a few moments later with the car seat for the baby, and placed that in the back as well, not wanting to set it up in position for now in case Kirsty wanted to move around. 

“Lets go have a baby!” he yelled, the emotions he had bottled up finally releasing into a yell of triumph that he and his wife were on their way.    

As the engine burst into life, another contraction started assaulting Kirsty’s belly.   She groaned, resulting in Tom turning around before pulling away.   “Just drive!” Kirsty growled a little, completely unintentionally.   Noticing Tom’s expression drop, she took a breath and added, in a more reasonable tone “Sooner we get moving, the sooner we get there.   I’m expecting a few more of these on the way, and Kate can help me cope.  Just want you to focus on the road to get us there in one piece.”  Tom nodded and pulled away, glancing back at the rear-view mirror to see Kirsty lying back, rubbing furiously at her belly. 

Tom set a decent pace, keeping to the speed limit, but weaving between lanes to keep moving and not end up in queues.   Kirsty went through several contractions in the car, typically when they ramped up to higher intensities, she leaned her head on the seat in front and pushed her hand forward, allowing Kate to grab it and hold on as she squeezed, often grasping Kirsty’s hand with both of hers.   Tom kept the compliments and encouragement going all the way through the drive - “You’re doing well baby, keep on doing that, breathe nice and deep, pant out the pain.”  Kate chimed in at appropriate times “That’s it Kirst, squeeze my hand nice and tight, just keep on thinking about meeting the baby.” 

Kirsty shuffled from side to side in the seat as she tried to keep comfortable, struggling with the sensations of labour getting more and more pronounced as the drive went on.   Tom was of course driving as quick as he could, which resulted in one rapid stop as a car appeared in front of him unexpectedly.    The stop-start nature of the journey, coupled with her own hormones, and the surprising heat generated by her own pregnant body left her feeling nauseous, so she wound down the window and let the cool air blast into her face for a while.   

At one point, Kirsty had almost gotten to her wits end, tired of sitting in the same position, the pain in her lower back becoming more and more intense as the drive and her labour progressed.    She managed to get her body rotated in the seat, so she had her knees pressed against the seat, her belly sticking out into the area where she was sitting a few moments earlier, and her hands grasping the headrest as she moaned a sorrowful sounding wail, a contraction almost breaking her.   Tom had little he could do to assist, and even Kate couldn’t really get her hand back far enough, only really brushing hers against her friends thigh, so both were left looking through the rear view mirror at the labouring woman and feeling powerless to help other than to keep on telling her that they were getting closer and closer to the birthing centre. 

When the group were almost there, about 2-3 minutes from the hospital, Kirsty let out a growl which suddenly turned into an exclaimation.  “GrrrrrrooooohSHIT!”   Kate turned around as best she could, and Tom, all credit to him, didn’t take his eyes off the road but asked what had happened. 

“Water broke... I think” replied Kirsty speaking in a pained tone, eyes scrunched up in the middle of a contraction, she pulled her hands out from between her legs and brought up fingers that were glistening with fluid. 

Tom gasped, asking “Do I stop, do I go... were almost there?” 

Kate looked at him.  “Get to the birthing centre, I don’t think she's in any risk of pushing the baby out right here.” 

Kirsty answered silently by shaking her head.  Gasping a “go” as best she could, Tom got the message and drove on. 

Kirsty squirmed in the seat, feeling the wetness of her clothes cling to her.   She mumbled a quick “Sorry guys” as she lifted her backside off the seat and pulled at her dress, lifting it up above her bump, exposing her lower half and sitting back down.  “That was uncomfortable.”    Tom could only stare in disbelief as Kate smiled.  “Whatever helps you cope.” 

As the car arrived in the car park, Kate offered to go in and get things ready for the couple, presuming that Kirsty would need a moment to get herself tidied up and out of the car.   Of course, being 6 months pregnant with twins, and sporting a large belly herself didn’t exactly mean she was able to jump out of the car herself and head over quickly either. 

She eventually managed to extract herself from the seat and with a half run-half waddle she pushed the door to the birthing centre open to be greeted by a receptionist. 

“Hi” said Kate.   “We rang ahead, got a baby coming.   Waters just broken on the journey in.” 

The receptionist looked at Kate and got the wrong end of the stick, thinking she was the woman in labour. 

“Please take a seat ma’am and I'll bring the admittance forms over to you... or do you feel that you would need a wheelchair and to go straight to the assessment room?” 

“Wh...wha?” Kate was taken aback momentarily until she put 2 and 2 together.  “Oh... no... my friend is in labour.   I’ve got a fair old while to go, still only 6 months along.”   Kate was not sure if it was the frantic nature of the drive into the area, but this set her off giggling.   Kirsty is going to love hearing this. 

“I think the wheelchair could be useful for our labouring mamma though,” noted Kate as the receptionist nodded.  “You should see the couple in the car park.” 

An orderly took one of the wheelchairs which were stacked to the side and wheeled it out to greet the labouring couple, as the receptionist asked for Kirsty's name, brought up her records on the screen and clicked a few locations on the screen, announcing that she was all set. 

The orderly came in backwards, wheeling Kirsty in front of him in reverse, Tom following with the bag close behind the small group.   As the orderly spun the chair around so Kirsty faced the receptionist, Kirsty let out a slight smile and a nod of greeting. 

The receptionist greeted her with her own beaming smile and wished her good luck, advising the orderly to take the group to assessment room 2.   Tom and Kate followed on behind the wheelchair bound Kirsty as the three of them and the orderly entered a room.    

“I’ll come back and get the chair when you’ve been assessed, just sit tight and our midwife will be here in just a couple of minutes... or if you’d like a hand up, I can help?” 

“Please, help me stand” asked Kirsty.   The orderly and Tom helped her get up whilst Kate wheeled the chair to the side of the room.  “Thanks, I’ve been sitting for a while in the car, I just want to move around.” 

“Not a problem” the orderly smiled.   He pointed over to buzzer on the wall.  “There’s an intercom there if you need to reach reception, but you shouldn’t have much of a wait.” 

As the orderly leaves, Kirsty’s hand goes to her bump again as she waddles over to grasp onto a handrail on the wall.   Her walk is noticeably bow-legged as she tries to avoid the damp patch on the back her dress which is clearly visible from behind.  “I just realised how soaked I am now the dress isn't stuck to me,” she manages, between huff and puff breaths as she focuses on the contraction. 

“Hopefully they have the pool you wanted ready, then you can take off the dress and just relax in the water.” thought Tom, speaking out loud. 

“Sounds heavenly...” Kirsty replied, holding herself up with one hand as she bent over with the pain, clutching at her belly with the other.  “These have gotten a LOT worse since the waters went.  Like someone's taken away the cushion I had.”   She vocalised a low moan as she worked through the contraction. 

There was a knock at the door, and the midwife the couple had been dealing with during their prenatal care walked through, she was known as Suzi.   Definitely an out of towner as she was not really much older than Kirsty and Kate, but didn’t follow the same naming convention of those in the town. 

She noticed Kirsty working her way through a contraction and waited for it to finish – Kirsty, wrapping her arms around Tom as she stood with a wide stance, moving her hips left and right as she vocalised a low moan.   As the contraction finished, and she managed to stand back up fully and look around at the new entrant into the room, Kirsty’s eyes rose up and met Suzi’s, who smiled in response.  “So how's my mother and sneaky little baby then?” 

“We’re fine, and I think baby really wants to show itself now” replied Kirsty, her hand rubbing her bump. 

What Suzi referred to was Kirstys apparent lack of bump.  All of the ultrasound scans and other checks that she had went through suggested the baby was growing normally, and in fact was suggesting that it was going to be very big when it was born – but her apparent lack of bump was baffling.  Suzi could only shrug when asked to explain it, and just replied saying that sometimes bumps just don’t pop out much.  Her uterus, and subsequently the baby growing within it, seemed to be quite deep in her body, so the outward signs were significantly less than many other women, but everything was perfectly normal and not to worry about it. 

“Can I check you over?” asked Suzi, as Kirsty nodded, adding “Do you mind if I take off this dress... it’s a bit wet?”    

“If it would help, go right ahead, want me to bring you something else to wear?” she asked. 

“No... no thanks.   Feeling a bit hot and bothered if I’m honest – hoping a bit of naked time might help cool me down.”   Kirsty blushed as she said it, not exactly sure what the etiquette would be for a situation like this. 

“Hey... you’re the labouring mamma... you call the shots” grinned Suzi as she offered her hand to help Kirsty onto the bed.   Kirsty hiked her dress up over her bump as she had done before in the car and then took Suzi’s hand and Toms and managed to get herself on the bed.   Tom lifted off her dress and folded it over, putting it away in a plastic bag to be washed later. 

Suzi donned her gloves, and with a “OK, deep breath in” she put her hands between Kirsty’s legs and into her vagina.   Kirsty squirmed a little as she groaned at the unpleasant sensation but a few moments later, Suzi withdrew her fingers and pulled off the gloves.  “You’re doing well... at 6 centimetres, so still a way to go, but I’m happy to get you admitted... no need to go home.” 

Kirsty breathed a sigh of relief.   She wasn’t expecting to get turned away, but she’d read all sorts of horror stories of women who had laboured all day and found that they were only 2-3 centimetres dilated when they got to the birth centre and were sent back home for longer.   Frankly she didn’t think she could manage another car ride. 

“I’ll be back in a few minutes with a gown you can wear... don’t think you’d want to move down to our delivery suite in your current state of undress” Suzi turned and walked out of the room with a grin. 

Kirsty swung her legs by the side of the bed and sat and chatted a little while with Kate and Tom.  As the time passed, another contraction started to grow, so she closed her eyes and focused on rubbing her belly, reaching out for Tom, who grabbed her hand in response, as Kirsty was left grimacing in pain. Kate looked on concerned, not only for the simple fact that her good friend was in pain, but seeing how much the pain was having a visible effect on Kirsty, she was worried that she would have it all to come. 

Kirsty came out of the contraction looking up at her friend who was rubbing her belly sheepishly.  “Hope I'm not scaring you...” she managed with a smile.   Kate lied, saying no, putting on a brave face so as not to let her friend worry when she needed to concentrate on herself.   “Babies are just having a wrestle in here I think, don’t know what it is, but they’re crazy active right now... I don’t know, perhaps I'm just noticing it more considering the situation.”  

There was a knock at the door interrupting their heart to heart, as Suzi walked back in the room, closing the door behind her, ripping open a plastic wrapper as she walked towards Kirsty and handed her the gown she had just unpacked.   Holding her free hand and shoulder, Suzi helped Kirsty off the bed as she pulled the clothing over her head. 

“Ready when you are, let's go have a baby!” Kirsty seemed suddenly full of energy, knowing she was moving on with her labour.   Suzi nodded and led the group out of the room, down the corridor and into the delivery suite area of the building – Kirsty stopping midway to hold onto the wall as a contraction worked its way through her.  After making sure she was OK, they continued their way to a door, which was opened in front of the group leading to a low-lit room, the area dominated by the pool in the middle of the room.    Kirsty’s eyes lit up seeing the inviting water. 

Kirsty took off the gown again, waiting a little while as Suzi strapped a monitor to her belly to monitor the contractions, and she was finally released to go into the water.    As she took Tom’s offered hand, her legs entered the water one after another with an audible splash.   Standing in the tub she rocked side to side as another contraction built up, her hands grasping both of Tom’s and squeezing tight.   Kirsty’s eyes were closed as she worked through it, until finally it passed and she sighed as she lowered herself down into the water, blissful relief evident on her face. 

Kirsty sat in the water with her legs butterflied out, soles together as she took in a deep breath, her hands working an ache in the underside of her belly.  The next contraction built up and it was clear that this felt different to Kirsty by the noises she was making – giving a low, humming noise rather than the grunts and groans she had been doing before.   She smiled as the contraction ebbed away, stating that she was so glad to be back in the water, it felt like the pains were so much less intense with the water to help. 

After the hectic run up to this point, suddenly everything was calm.   Over the course of the next hour, Kirsty worked her contractions in the tub, taking time out between the surges to find time to have a joke and conversation with Tom and Kate, the water doing what is should to mask the pain of the contractions.   Suzi popped in back and forth over the time and kept her notes, bringing in some gas and air for Kirsty as things picked up close to the end of the hour.   Kirsty took plenty of opportunity to breathe deeply on the mouthpiece, groaning with the contractions as they picked up intensity as the labour progressed. 

Things got more emotional as Kirsty entered transition though.   The pain had ramped up considerably, to the point where the water and gas and air wasn’t helping, Kirsty was starting to mumble to herself, focusing inward as she could do nothing but yell out as each contraction got to her, ramped up, and then seemed to only let go for a moment before its next friend gripped her. 

Tom was starting to fret, feeling helpless in the situation, whilst Kate was simply looking on aghast, finding her friend not coping well with the pain, and being concerned that she would need to go through this soon herself. 

Kirsty got Tom to get in the pool and hold her as she went through the contractions – she was starting to feel the ill effects of the late-stage labour, feeling all shaky and nauseous – but Tom’s presence, holding her, whispering to her that she was doing great, keeping her focused helped her to progress.  Thankfully for the transition phase, it didn’t last long, and after around 30 minutes, where Kirsty was getting well and truly fed up with the pain she suddenly felt the urge to push. 

Suzi leaned over the edge of the pool and managed to reach between Kirsty’s legs to check her dilation – sure enough, she was at 10cm and was good to go.   Both Tom and Kate let out sighs of relief knowing that the difficult transition period was finally over, and hoping that Kirsty getting to push would help her deal with the pain better – when she was back in control. 

The first push felt like heaven to Kirsty.   She could finally do something.   Tom sloshed around the pool to kneel down next to her shoulder and give her support, whilst Kirsty screamed like a banshee as she pushed, putting all the frustration she had just been through into a monumental effort to get things moving.   Kate moved around the pool to get a look, morbid curiosity ruling her thoughts at the moment.   She was very disappointed that Kirsty’s long, 10 second push showed absolutely no external effects whatsoever. 

Another push, then another and finally a fourth and suddenly Kate jumped.   “I’ve just seen it.”   Tom leaned over to glance between Kirstys legs and sure enough, as she pushed with a loud roar, her lips parted, and something could be seen in the gap it created.   As she let off the push the shape slipped away, but both Kate and Tom were buoyed by the result, the energy of which motivated Kirsty to keep on going. 

Over the course of the next 10 minutes, Kirsty put a monumental effort into pushing out her baby, and felt success as she reached down and felt the shape growing and growing with each set of effort she put in. But something was wrong. She didn’t know if it was mothers intuition, or something she felt when she was expecting to feel the head of the baby, but she called Suzi over – who had been pleased with the progress so far and started to prepare her notes whilst Tom and Kate were keeping Kirsty motivated. 

Suzi popped over and took a quick glimpse between Kirstys legs, just to get a shock. She didn’t let on too much, but urged Kirsty to push when she felt the next contraction, waiting with baited breath for it to happen. It didn’t take long until Kirsty was once more pulling on her legs in the tub and pushing out the mass between her legs. Suzi’s fears were confirmed when she realised that the thing which was coming out was not the babys head, but its behind. 

“Kirsty... your baby is breech” Suzi infomed Kirsty, trying to keep a calm tone in her voice. Tom reacted first. 

“Does this change anything? Does she need a section or something for that?” 

Kirsty soon reacted to the change in atmosphere in the room, gasping hard, releasing her push mid contraction and wailing out loud as her body reactively forced her to keep on pushing.  

Suzi did her best to keep all in the room calm and on the immediate need to focus on Kirsty’s labour. “Nothing needs to change. You can still push out this baby naturally.... it’s just coming out butt first... Kate or Tom – when it’s time, I’ll need you to support the baby, as we will need to get mum out of the tub and more vertical.”  

Kirsty interrupted “I need Tom... this hurts so bad.” 

Kate nodded “Guess that answers that question then... best get my catcher’s mitt.” 

Suzi nodded. “Right... well, here’s our game plan. When the body is born, I’ll ask Kirsty to stand and use gravity to help give birth to the head. Kate, you support the baby as it comes out, and Kirsty – because the cord will potentially be caught between the emerging head and the body which is already outside, we need to focus on speed to deliver the head so the cord isn’t restricted for too long. I’m afraid you will need to push your hardest to get this head out of you as quick as you can. Do you think you can do it?” 

Kirsty nodded, not able to answer verbally as she immediately folded over to start her pushing on the next contraction. Not sure if it was Suzi’s dire warning or not, but she seemed to push with a lot more might than before, holding Tom’s hand and squeezing as hard as she could to get through the contraction. Suzi and Kate looked on at the baby emerging from between Kirsty’s legs. 

It was clear after this contraction that the thing which was coming out was the baby’s behind, as now the hips – legs folded up into the babys body – were clearly visible. What Kate found unusual was sheer size of the infants body which was stretching her friend open – the stretch was easily as big as any head she had seen on any of the ‘preparing for birth’ video’s she had seen – she looked over at Suzi who wasn’t reacting to the size, just focusing on the area between Kirstys legs to make sure things were going as they should. 

Kate shook her head, presuming she was worrying about nothing, and went back to rubbing a cloth on her friends head and giving her encouragement.  

Suzi jumped in now. “Hands and knees please. We need to be ready to help you stand up when the time comes.” 

Kirsty accepted support from the three others in the room as she wriggled in the pool to get onto her knees – her movements limited by the sheer size of the infant between her legs. The next push as she was vertical had the legs fully born, which flopped down. Kirsty gave a yell – unsure if it was simply pain, or a sense of triumphant success as she felt the movement – her hands were now spread out either side of her, one held by Tom, one by Kate. 

The next push had the body fully born, Kirsty surprisingly making very little noise at this point, simply focusing on the push. The baby was facing with its back towards the group, so Suzi leaned in and felt for the cord, making sure that it wasn’t caught on the neck, before trying to manage the task of lifting Kirsty up for the task of giving birth to the head. 

She gave an affirmative that everything was going well, and asked Kate to get behind Kirsty and be ready to reach down into the pool to support the baby, Tom to take her under her armpits and be ready to lift. 

Kate took a moment to peek around the front at the baby when her hand went to her lips. “How did you fit all that in there?” she gasped out – noting the sheer size of the baby in comparison to her friends dainty bump.  

Suzi scolded her. “Please, we need to be quick.” 

Kirsty gasped out loud “I need to push, quickly.” 

Sheepishly, Kate realised that she had made an error and got into her assigned space. She was forced to lift her own bump up so she could lean over the edge of the pool, her bump hefted over the top, Kate as a result ending up on her tiptoes, her large bump splashing into the water as she reached towards the area between Kirsty’s legs. “Got it.” she confirmed. 

Tom heaved up whilst Suzi supported the baby from the front, waiting for Kate. As she felt her hands grasp the infant from behind, she let go and moved her hands up to Kirsty’s vagina. Kirsty was now upright on her own feet, water draining off her. She didn’t have a moment to lose as she squatted down, opening up her legs and pushed.  

Her howl was deafening to Tom who had his head close to his wife’s, grasping onto her with all his strength. Suzi pushed hard on Kirstys lips, separating them and giving what help she could to ensure that the cord didn’t get trapped by the emerging head. 

Kate stood aghast at the amount of effort and pain that her friend was in as she pushed again and again, her inhibitions gone, the power of gravity pulling the weighty body down along with her primal need to push. Kirsty didn’t stop pushing until the head was out – and it took 3 long minutes. Even when the contraction had stopped, she yelled out loud and grunted with effort. 

Kirsty leaned her weight forward as she pushed, relying more and more on Tom for support. The position change tipped her vagina away from Suzi’s hands, and the midwife dashed around to behind Kirsty to stand alongside Kate, who at this point had gotten a full on view of her friends stretching vagina as the head emerged. 

As the head reached its widest point, stretched to a point where Kate didn’t think would be physically possible for the human body to achieve, Kirsty let out a scream of pain which turned Kate’s blood to ice. In front of her eyes, her friend was tearing, and Kate couldn’t do anything to stop it. 

Her hands were covered in blood and all Kate could do was sit open mouthed at the vision in front of her. Kirsty had not ceased in her pushing efforts, oblivious to the damage that she had done to herself. She couldn’t think, just react to the unstoppable force of the instinct that the boulder between her legs needed to be outside of her body. 

Suzi looked over to Kate, seeing the friend’s frightened look she whispered to her “Don’t worry, we’ll sort that out before she even realises, she’ll be so high on happy hormones.” 

And with that, the baby dropped into Kate’s hands. Without the weight of it held by Kirsty, Kate wasn’t expecting the bulk and had to adjust from her already precarious position on her tiptoes to hold onto the slippery bundle but she held on by some instinctual force she didn’t even realise she had. 

Kirsty was panting as she realised the head had finally come out, shell shocked into mutely staring forward. Kate spoke first. “Take the baby babe!” 

Kirsty suddenly realised what had happened. “Is it over? Is the head out?” She let go of Tom and shuffled back, reaching between her legs to take the waxy, blood covered bundle from between her legs as Kate shoved it forward, almost overbalancing in the process. 

Kirsty sank into the water, suddenly realising the pool was blood-red. She looked up at Suzi. “Everything OK?” she enquired. 

“Just a small tear. We’ll let you rest a few minutes, deal with the afterbirth and see about getting those dealt with when it’s time. For now, bond with your baby.” 

Tom looked up at Kate who held her fingers up behind Kirsty’s back in a ‘pinch’ motion – with her fingers being around an inch apart. She mouthed to Tom “I saw her tear. I saw it all.” Not wanting to say anything out loud in case it startled Kirsty. 

Over the course of the next hour or two, as Kirsty was cleaned up and the baby – a girl which they decided to call Laura to keep up with the naming tradition – was given a clean bill of health, all that was going through Kate’s mind was that her friend, with the tiny bump, gave birth to a 13 pound baby, and struggled as a result. She had a bigger bump than her friend did for several months prior, and she still had time to grow.  

She was worried – whatever her friend had to deal with, she had to do it twice. And one thing was certain, time was certainly not going to stand still for her whilst she prepared herself for it. 

#fpreg #birth kink #labor kink #birth #pregnancy

[skiptomy]

Help a disabled trans person get back on their feet

Forcing myself to ask for help. It's really hard for me to do this cause I always feel like I've already asked way too much, but a few kind folks have suggested I do something like this, so I guess here goes nothing.

For more info about what's going on you can check out this post, but the tl;dr is that I'm flat fucking broke right now with no way to get extra income. A lot of my stuff is super old or super broken and at the point where I need replacements that I cannot afford.

So I guess here's a list of stuff, and general prices, though if anyone has better recommendations I'm super open. I'm limiting it to things I actively need rather than just things I want cause that obviously doesn't seem fair to ask folks for.

Bedding: at this point all my pillows are so old they are actively yellowing. My comforter is pretty stained and starting to tear up at the seams and whenever I come home from doing one of my dog sitting jobs I've noticed how much worse my allergies are. Fixing this will drastically help my lungs and sinuses, as well as help with joint support/comfort.

Allergy safe pillows: Usually between 8$-15$ x 2 at least, 4 preferred (joint support)

Cooling comforter: [link] 35$ plus shipping

Allergy safe mattress cover: Most I can find are between 30-50$

Cooling mattress pad: [link] 43$ plus shipping

Med support: This part is pretty self explanatory as to why I need them. But just in case you'd like to know; I have Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, fibromyalgia, chrons/ibs, asthma, pretty bad environmental allergies, as well as being recently diagnosed with ADHD/Autism. This leads to near constant pain, always constant fatigue, and just general bad vibes y'know? My body is essentially a poorly constructed ball joint doll that thinks it's funny to just sprinkle on the symptoms.

This one is just way easier to do as a wishlist, cause there's a LOT of things that could help and a lot of them are very expensive.

Work: I work as a digital artist, and the biggest thing I'm saving up for right now is a functioning PC, as my current computer continues to crash and is plagued with a whole lot of troubles and has never really had enough RAM to do what I need. Thanks to the incredible people in my life I have a little towards this already, as well as a big discount through one of my friend's jobs. The build that my tech buds and I worked out would suit my needs and keep me going for a good decade or so is about 1,400$. I've got 500$ towards it already that I refuse to touch for anything else (if it's not life threatening), and I'm trying my best to save up on the side, but bills and life keep making that very hard.

I've got Paypal, Venmo (just ask for QR), and Ko-fi.

I also do commissions but those are quite slow going right now because of all the aforementioned problems. But if you don't mind waiting a while (trying to catch up on older ones right now) you sure can put an order in.

If you are able to help, I cannot express how much that would mean to me. But I also completely understand if you can't. It's tough out there. Especially right now with everything going on. In any case, I wish you all the best, and thank you heartily for reading and sharing.

#compassion fatigue #tumblr help #community help

[thefroggypond]

woe. peter vi thoughts be upon ye

he’s a lil silly guy i love him a lot

should i format this better? yeah. am i going to? absolutely not

these are very rushed and rambly because i’m doing them instead of getting ready for work

i’m a member of the “peter vi has bad back/joint problems” club. just bc it makes sense?? and i have bad knees and a bad elbow so he’s like me fr :3 i also feel like he has migraines. he’s just not having a good time he’s like the embodiment of “fuck it we ball”

autism + adhd combo. (just like me fr) he likes fidget toys bc they help him focus and also totally has a collection of plushies. just because. he’s not really ashamed of having ‘childish’ interests because they make him happy and that’s really all that matters to him. to go along with this he gets overwhelmed & overstimulated pretty easy. just because my guy has a tendency to overwork and forgets to eat & sleep at normal times. he’s just a. guy

idk if this has been made a thing but! i think about his mask a whole lot. like yeah sure it’s for Hiding Face purposes in my mind but also. i think his eyesight is pretty bad, and thanks to some fun science shit the mask helps him see better. it also somehow helps with headaches and all that. i don’t know how or why it just Does

he’s normally a very. chill and happy guy. like if he gets stressed or upset most people that don’t know him too well don’t see that. if you’ve known him for as long as some people have, you can tell.

he will Absolutely defend people when they need him to though. i have this random hc that the walters all have some knowledge of self defense.

he’s a pretty scrawny guy but strong enough that he can lift heavy stuff, but also can absolutely bowl someone under the table. he doesn’t like fighting but. he so will if he has to. this came from him beating people up in some of my oc’s lore :3 he will Attack if you hurt his family. he so will

obviously he’s So Smart. but also is such a Dumbass at the same time. he’s just silly. does scientific miracles but can’t remember his phone number

bro sleeptalks. not in a cryptic “we’re all gonna die” way but in the silly “did i just wheat??” kind of way. he just Says Shit in his sleep and has no recollection of it

but yeah i think i’ve rambled for long enough. so i hope you liked these?? idk. my first time sharing hcs to tumblr :3 i promise my thoughts aren’t always this disorganized

#eddie rambles #spg #steam powered giraffe #steampoweredgiraffe #peter walter vi #peter vi #spg hcs #steam powered giraffe hcs #uhhh what to tag

[rainesol]

OC fic :D!!

Decided to redo one of Apollyons vignettes into a short fic.

(If this post ends up vanishing and reappearing ignore it. Sometimes the fear consumes.)

Apollyon sighs and stretches his arms, cracking his joints after the ceremony. “Lilia, that took so much longer than it should have.” Looking up at his drained face, Lilia smiles.

“How perceptive of you to notice that, considering you appeared quite a time after everyone else.”

“Wh-“ Apollyon’s previously worn out features lit up with indignation. “I was only late because I had to do your jobs for you!-“ The tirade is halted by a raised hand, earning another frustrated sigh. Polly pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He sensibly removed himself from the situation, deciding to busy himself by putting the kettle on.

The sound of the water boiling masked the sound of the vice-housewarden creeping up behind him. “If you’re not too busy, Apollyon-“ Apollyon jolted upright, startled, gasping and choking slightly.

“Gods, Lilia, don’t you-“ He bit his tongue to stop himself from swearing. “What??” There wasn’t any sympathy visible under Lilia’s smug expression.

“If you’re not too busy-“ He continued, as if nothing had happened, “Would you mind checking if a certain few first years are settling in okay? I’m sure you would come across more relatable than I” Apollyon looked at him wide-eyed.

“Lilia.” He voiced, trying to be as respectful as possible. “Why am I-“ Another raised hand halts him, causing Apollyon to turn away, knuckles turning white from gripping the table.

“Oh, now. When have I ever asked anything inordinate of you?” It’s Lilia’s turn to be hushed now, as Polly shoots an irate look his way. Lilia smiles and closes his eyes. “In any case, somebody should go and speak to the poor dears. Who better than a kindly upperclassman?” He continues before Apollyon can protest. “-Closer in age, but still vastly more experienced in life?” Polly leans against the wall. His fingers work up to pinching the bridge of his nose again.

“Right. Right.” His vice-housewarden beams brightly.

“Perfect! Come with me.” He ushers him upstairs, leading to some very one-sided bickering. Apollyon's voice hushes as they stand outside the door. After one more pleading look, he reluctantly taps on the door, and enters the dorm. A student with blond hair and teary eyes jumps at the sight of him in the doorway.

Apollyon turns on his heels and grabs Lilia by the shoulders. “Lilia!” He hisses in desperate panic. “You didn’t say anything about anybody crying!”

“Apollyon, all you have to do is-“ He gets cut off by frantic noises, and Apollyon makes a ‘cut it out!’ motion.

“Ah-ta-ta-ta-ta- shh-sh-sh- Shush!!” Polly stands up straight, flustered.

“You have to go in now, you know. They’re expecting you.” Once again, Apollyon shoots him a nasty look. He shoos Lilia away, who does as he wishes with an innocent smile.

Polly re-enters the dorm room. The four students in there looked back up at him. By now, the blond boy in the corner had mercifully dried his eyes. “Sooo…” Apollyon claps his hands awkwardly and rocks on the balls of his feet. “This, uh… This your first time living away from home?” There weren't many responses further than some weak nods and a couple variations of ‘mhm’.

“…Right, yeah, obviously.” He briefly glances around the room. “So, uh, I’ll just… Cut straight to it. I can’t help with homesickness. Or much else.” He clears his throat and rocks back and forth again. “But, uh… I can help you… Settle in.” The dorm room is left in relative silence again. Stress immediately invades Apollyon's mind. ‘Oh gods, what now? What else can I say without looking like a complete idiot??’

One of the freshmen mutters something, but Apollyon doesn’t catch it. He makes another attempt at salvaging the situation. “Do you all have enough blankets..? ‘Cause these stone walls can get really cold at night…” Crickets again. “C’mon guys, you’re killing me here- Have you even learned each other's names yet?”

“Uh… Y-yeah.” One of the other students piped up, which Apollyon nods at.

“Alright, there's that, I guess… I’m Apollyon, uh, third year. I’ll be… Around.” The freshman closest to Apollyon bravely speaks up.

“That’s a very… Dark name.” Apollyon’s expression changes into a strained smile, and he responds through gritted teeth.

“Yeah I Know I Didn’t Choose It.” He immediately looks a little guilty when the student shrinks away. “Um. So you guys know where the kitchen is, right? And you all… Got your devices working right? I know the signal can be iffy here.” The dorm yet again was filled with phrases of general agreement and the conversation hit a wall. Apollyon felt a shiver of embarrassment, putting all of his focus into not visibly cringing. He suddenly became very interested in the ceiling.

“Hey, y’know if you guys get sick of each other, y’can do what I did and start a couple of fights and they’ll-“ He instantly stops speaking when the four boys' faces drop, and they stare at him in fear. “Sorry, bad joke, bad joke. Don’t- Don’t do that.” Polly wrings his hands anxiously. “…Look. It gets easier. You’ll all make your friends, and if this college isn’t the right choice for you, then that’s not the end of the world either. Hey, your classes can’t be any more painful than this, right?” All four of the boys nod, one giving a forced chuckle. “Wow, you lot are a tough crowd. See if they offer electives on small talk. For my sake. There’s a storage cupboard in the hall with a mop and broom ‘n all. …Have a good night.” Apollyon swiftly exits the room, breathing a sigh of relief.

When the door closes, the first years start to speak. “He seemed… pretty nice.” The blond boy tentatively starts.

“Yeah, yeah… A little off though, right?” The one in the near corner adds. “Not to be rude-“ The other three seemed to agree with his deduction, though.

“Right? Dude, my hair totally stood on end when he walked in. Argh, that wall is cold! I’m puttin’ on a long sleeved shirt.”

Back in the common room, Apollyon groans and shakes out his embarrassment. He snaps his fingers and points at Lilia to get his attention, who looks up with the same innocent smile. “Never again, y’hear me? I’m never doing that again.”

#literally just Polly’s ceremonial vignette fleshed out #if you see a mistake no you didn’t😔 #also I’m sorry for the formatting I write on Google docs lol #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #diasomnia oc #twst #twisted wonderland #apollyon belladonna

[daimyosprincess]

wip game: Sharp Objects

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it.

Thank you for the ask bb! Ok so I've had this idea kicking around my head for a while and I hope to get to write it after I finish with Ex Libris and Twin Suns. I've got about 3k in little scenes written where I've had inspiration.

It's gonna be a multi-part rivals (not really enemies, but def antagonistic) to lovers (but still very antagonistic lmao) fic set during the later part of the Empire. Reader (which may change to an OC) is a bounty hunter that goes by "The Jagiir," or Jag for short, (a jagiir is the Star Wars equivalent to a jaguar I've decided) who competes with Boba as they fight their way up the bounty hunting world. It's going to be deliciously spicy and lil toxic but that's life baybee

Enjoy a lil snippet below the cut 🤭

As always, my work is intended for 18+ audiences even if there are no explicit sexual content.

As always, my work is intended for 18+ audiences even if there are no explicit sexual content.

18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“That was my fucking bounty.”

You grin into your drink. Looks like Fett had finally arrived. “Hmm? What bounty?” you ask with mock innocence, blinking up to stare into the green helmet above you.

“Don't act like you don't know.” Boba grits out, balling his fists until his leather gloves creak in protest.

He's obviously pissed, but you're in a good mood and want to test your luck. “Oh, on Eelayis? That's funny, because as I recall that was a Guild bounty,” you reply cheekily, taking another swing of your spotchka, “not a private one with your name on it.”

“I'm not in the mood for your antics, kitten.” He emphasizes the pet name, knowing you hated that one the most. If you wanted to push buttons, he could too.

“Then what are you in the mood for?” you retort, reaching up to jab your finger on his chest plate playfully.

You were having entirely too much fun, Boba thinks. He grabs your wrist and pulls himself down to your ear. “Is that your problem, little princess? Nobody to fuck you like you need?” Your muscles tense in his grasp, your intent sharpening.

Running languid eyes up and down his broad frame, you smirk. “Why? You looking for someone to fuck, Fett?”

The smoldering look in your eyes almost does him in, makes him slam you down and fuck the disrespect right out of you then and there. Almost. Instead he turns on his heel, purposely letting the butt of his blaster knock your drink into your lap. Brat.

“You son of a-”

The rest of your words are cut off by the shattering of glass on the back of his helmet. Whipping around, he finds you smug-faced with your arm still outstretched from your throw, completely unabashed. You knew you'd crossed the line and weren't sorry in the least. That was fucking it. 

Lunging towards you, Boba crashes his armored body into yours, shoving you into the booth wall. Knowing he has a codpiece, you opt to kick his knees out and roll him off you into the floor under the table. Scrambling out of the booth, he catches your ankle, sending you sprawling and your chin crashing into the dirty cantina floor. The sharp taste of blood fills your mouth and your mind stutters at the impact. Kark that hurt.

The room around you has exploded into chaos: Tsar's was one of those seedy joints that was always one punch away from a riot. Boots fill your watery vision as other patrons begin settling their own scores above you. Forcing yourself to focus, you kick at Boba's hands grabbing and pulling on your legs. You definitely pushed it too far with him this time, but you just couldn't help yourself—his domineering attitude just begged to be tested. And who better to do it than you?

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#yeah they're gonna have some of that nasty good sex for sure for sure #sharp objects fic #zwei writes #boba fett x reader #fanfic #ask #ask game #wip

[toxic-potions-productions]

I'm finally free from this!! So, meet Astaroth, the new uppermoon five!

I can't believe it, I'm finally done!

I can't wait to see who notices the little puppet & who they are XDD

Also, @batmansbae1600 is already simping for her

Okay, meet Astaroth! She's the replacement of Gyokko as uppermoon five after season 3. She's more like a self-insert/C.AI oc at most, but I might use her for a few things. Those things being some shipping with Koku & swap au stuff. Since in my version of a KNY swap au, she's swapped with Koku so she would be uppermoon one (Sharing that title with Swap Gyomei, BTW) in that au. I know, it all sounds really confusing, but there you go. That's also the reason why I did doodles instead of some info since she's technically a demon version of Zakiko, so that wasn't really necessary. Besides, I can always explain it here in the description

She's actually way stronger than you would expect for being only upper five, the reason why she hasn't dethroned any of the higher uppermoons yet, like Douma or Koku, is because she's not obsessed with numbers or ranks. She's just here to kill people & take advantage of anyone lower than her & have fun in the process. Well, fun for her, anyways

She's manipulative, sadistic, psychotic, & seductive. She has a bit of a God complex & thinks anyone beneath her, lowermoon, human, or otherwise, is just someone to use. She knows she's beautiful & uses it to her advantage. She'll use & play with you until she's satisfied & won't bat an eye about it

Her blood demon art is centered around puppets & actually has alot of forms. The only ones she really use (& the only ones I can name) are called "Puppet on strings" & "Marionette". Puppet on strings is where she spawns a little puppet of her victim & the moment it spawns, the victim loses all control of their body. The puppet is very detailed, looking exactly like the bigger version, & it's very, fragile. It can feel her touch, it bleeds, its bones can break, anything she does to it, it happens to the victim. Usually she uses it to turn the victim against their allies, but she uses them to her own pleasure. Once the puppet disappears, the victim has control over their body again. Buuuuuuuut, I never said it only worked on humans. Do what you will with that information

The second form is Marionette. This is where she spawns a giant ball-jointed monster that is at her beck & call. It has claws that can cut through bone tissue easily & the way it clumps around could almost make you feel like an earthquake is happening. It also can't be killed by slayers, only she can get rid of it. There's also another form she uses called "Cloak of inescapable night" where she turns invisible, but that's mostly a defense form. But, for shits & giggles, brief explanation of it. She can turn invisible for as long as she wants & she can't be seen, obviously, or heard. She can only be sensed. The only way you can kill her is if you slice her head off just right. It might be a bit hard since she has strings that connect her head to her body, but it isn't impossible. Just think of it as Daki keeping her head on with her belt that one time in season two. She DOES use her sword that's in her belt, she just only really uses it when she has no other options or everything else failed. So, it's there as a "just incase" thing

& you know how demons need to eat flesh & blood to get stronger, right? Weeeeeeeeeeell, let's just say Astaroth likes blood a little too much. It's a drug to her, she loves tasting it & can't get enough of it. She's actually able to smell what emotions you're feeling just from getting a whiff of your blood. & while I'm on that subject, she also has acute hearing, too. So, if you mutter something under your breath, she'll be able to hear it

When I say Astaroth is jealous, I mean she's JEALOUS. She's incredibly possessive of what she thinks is hers, & her death glare can make anyone shiver

Also, what I said about any shipping with Koku wasn't me being horny on main, since she does have a certain interest in him. She's intoxicated by him, he's not a want to her, he's a need. & if she can't have her, no one else can. She could honestly be a yandere if she really wanted to, but she's just really down bad (& I don't blame her one bit)

Anyways, here's the doodle close-ups:

Blood obsessed bi-

Let's see how many Lana Del Rey fans can spot the lyrics

"I think she's simping." -Akaza 2023 (I kid you not, he actually said that on an Uppermoons C.AI bot, I can't make this shit up if I tried to 💀💀💀)

& with that, I'm finally done!! I'm free, I'm free Thank you so much for joining me on this KNY oc journey, it was alot of fun

Any fanart of any of these ladies is appreciated, accepted, encouraged, & loved for AGES!!

Taishō secrets are coming soon! I'll see you then!

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Astaroth by: Me

Demon slayer by: Koyoharu Gotouge & Ufotable

Do not steal, trace or copy.

#Strawberry's art #demon slayer oc #kny oc #kny oc art #kimetsu no yaiba #Demon slayer

[lorata]

As prompted by your recent answer to a Devon and Misha ask, I was wondering if you know much about different kinds of relationship sparring. I feel like you've written about mentor/victor and friend sparring, but I remember you mentioning Two culture has more types like sparring between romantic partners, flirt-sparring, and parent/child sparring (especially interested in how that would work?). Do you have any ideas on that or is it more "I know it exists and that's as far as I've got"?

(TUMBLR CRASHED AND ATE MY RESPONSE AGAIN >:( >:( >:( )

the gist is that yes, I have actually been asked this before in previous asks that are still in my inbox and good heavens yes, I know so much about sparring, but the problem is that sitting down to write an ethnographic paper about it is an absolute nightmare! but yeah if you were to sit down and examine the full corpus that is the D2 universe you would find examples of every kind of sparring that is in your ask. it’s just that, you know, it’s over 10 years and (checks) almost 3 million words of writing. even I don’t want to comb through it all and I wrote the dang stuff 

offhand, here are the examples I can pull out from memory: 

romantic partners: Selene & Dash (& Petra), Devon & Misha, Claudius & Selene, Blake & Rowan, Mason & Levi, Rowan & Alec (Avengers AU: Rowan & Clint, Alec & Clint, Frigga & Lyme IT’S COMPLICATED I DON’T HAVE TIME TO GET INTO IT IN A LIST, Frigga & Brutus, Cato & Loki)

flirt-sparring: Claudius & Selene, Rowan & Alec, Frigga & Lyme (again, complicated), Brutus & Frigga, Cato & Loki

parent/child sparring: Joseph & Electra (just posted), Adora & Creed (Injured Creed Part IV, will be posted when I finish that chapter), Frigga & Loki, Rowan & his parents

parent/child sparring is similar to mentor/victor sparring in that the parent should never let the kid win (also kinda like irl intensely competitive kids will get super mad if they ‘beat’ you at a race, they aren’t stupid, and they want it to mean something) and is a sort of mix of reassuring affirmation of structure and roles, but is less intense about it. you’re obviously not going to pin your six-year-old to the wall and make them repeat affirmation mantras before you let go (WELL I MEAN NORMALLY, Joseph probably did a bit of ‘do you deserve it’ before letting them up that meant Alec usually went more rounds than he should because saying yes felt like quitting). it’s also just way more like … fun bonding time activity, like the D2 equivalent of going outside to throw the ball around, or whatever. kid gets home from school / parent gets home from work, run outside and throw down for half an hour before dinner. it’s tactile, parent teaches kid a new joint lock, they release endorphins, everyone comes back inside happy. 

Joseph incidentally while he is occasionally physical with Alec does NOT do it during sparring, that is not what sparring is for. when he realizes Alec is not backing down when he should have he will end it. any physical abuse takes place outside that context in a specifically designated punishment zone, which is … I mean, it’s not better, he’s hitting his kid, but I just mean that even for a dad who has hit his kid and does spar with him regularly, crossing those streams is a big no-no

(obviously there are abusive parents who use ‘sparring’ as an excuse to beat the tar out of their kids, but I feel like that is mega-taboo in Career circles. I know I keep going back to sports but if you have a bunch of baseball-loving dads who have happy memories of sharing it with THEIR dads and are really glad to pass this on to their kids, and then it turns out one of them was beating their kid with a bat or throwing the balls directly at the kid’s face, it would be like …… extra personal? in addition to the baseline ‘child abuse is bad’ I mean, you’re taking a cultural thing and twisting it. no bueno. on the other hand there probably IS a cycle of abuse thing where some people only did experience sparring as a punitive thing, and so that’s the way they do it, and it takes someone else to be like, what, what the fuck, what are you doing, who taught you that! see Misha not getting sparring for ages because she kept waiting for Lyme to deck her)

flirt-sparring is much more fun, it’s an easy way to test compatibility, really? is there the proper give-and-take, are you both fighting for dominance (or the reverse lmao) or are you able to find a balance, is one of you an asshole, is there a spark, all those things are going to get answered in a hand-to-hand fight real quick. Katie and I jokingly call it “cup of sparring” bc sooner or later ex-Careers who are interested in one another will ask for a match, and if it goes well, it’s on. sometimes it’s slow (Claudius and Selene in the Victor Lene AU have a sliding realization that happens over several months of sparring), sometimes it’s … not, lol (Rowan and Alec in the OG AU go from first date to I-never-do-this banging in the locker room because the sparring is just that good). on the flip side, sometimes you spar and it’s just not there! in which case hey, no hard feelings! let’s grab a coffee we can still hang out

couple-sparring I’ve written a lot of fic about, both when it’s good and bad, but essentially it’s a check-in to make sure things are okay. if you haven’t sparred in a while, something’s off. it doesn’t have to be a huge intense thing, it can just be play-wrestling on the sofa over the remote or whatever, but it should be a regular thing to see where each other’s heads are at. if there’s a problem in the relationship, the sparring is also going to feel weird, and it’s hard to pretend it isn’t. I feel like “they don’t want to spar with me anymore!” is an early Career barometer and/or bff paranoia check for cheating, likewise telling your bff that the sparring hasn’t felt the same recently would come up in conversations about why you feel like it’s not working anymore. 

sparring bruises are a thing I mention a lot, where in the Program it started out as a way for the kids to show the others that They’re Taken and not to make sparring weird (and because, let’s be real, teenagers love hickies lol). in adults it’s less Lol We’re Necking and more like, this is a visible sign that sparring is ongoing and things are okay (whether it’s true or the bruises are made in desperation to appear normal is a whole other Thing but that can be fun, if you’re doing like … a relationship drama kind of thing). the bruises absolutely do not have to be visible to everyone, it’s not like a weird Stepford thing where people are Checking To See Whose Bruises Are Fading (though I’m sure young nosy couples who are like, newly in love and Know Everything absolutely do this), but if you do notice that all your bruises have faded it is kind of like ah crap, we should pay attention to this and probably fix it, ASAP.

there’s also definitely hate-sparring which I think is usually a Centre-phenomenon but happens, like, so much. Selene and Petra were obviously a comical example but every year there’s aggression and competition so it definitely happened, and it’s a good way to like … bleed some of that off so you don’t get gangs of bullies at 3am or whatever. I think it probably does happen even as adults where, like, sometimes two people really, really get on each other’s nerves and they just need to go pound the shit out of each other! if you and that annoying dude at work have a lot of aggro tension people are gonna start telling the two of you to go out back and fight it out. this may or may not be paired with hate-sex, in that it often is but – like Selene and Petra as teenagers – it absolutely does not have to. sometimes two people really do not like each other and regularly meet out back behind the dumpsters to bash each other’s faces in and then go back to work. i know the rituals are intricate I know it i know they’re intricate

anyway tl;dr I love my ridiculous punchy jocks 

#literallyjustanyurlatthispoint #lorata answers #we must be killers: tales from district 2

[arrowsandwolves]

I know I may be in the minority on this since most people seem to think episodes 5 and 9 were the best jiara episodes but for me the two scenes in episode 4 and the boat scene in episode 3 are far and away the best jiara scenes of the season.  i love slow burns and the journey is just as if not more important than the payoff for me (though I obviously LOVE the payoff too).  i think that’s why the boat scene and the two scenes in episode 4 are my favorites. they are such good examples of everything we have seen and loved about jiara from the start while showing us the beginning of something new.  they are also just great examples of what makes the friends to lovers trope so great in general but they do it in very different but complimentary ways.

the boat scene in episode 3 is proof of the best friends to lovers supremacy. of the goofiness and fun of time spent with a best friend that then builds up to that almost moment..the first recognition that something has shifted. JJ and Kie are laughing and joking around the way they always have.  that part of the scene reminds me of the ferry scene in 2x03 where they were joking about the fish with the joint. and then the tension builds and leads into the almost kiss. and it was hot.  friends to lovers at its best.

in contrast, the scenes in episode 4 show the angst that comes with a possible change in a relationship that has felt so comfortable and easy for so long. the anxiety and fear that comes with the possibility of fucking up this good thing that you have in your life. of losing this person that knows you so well...that knows your insecurities and the walls that you have built. for jiara, that anxiety and fear is heightened because of JJ’s lack of self worth and inability to let himself be loved and also because of the class divide between them.

that scene at JJ’s house hurts, but in the best way. i love how Kiara knows something is eating at JJ and she asks him about it so gently. and then JJ just spirals because he cannot accept the care and love that Kiara is trying to give him. and as the later scene at the Chateau shows us, Kiara understands that JJ freaks out when people get too close. JJ has clearly let Kiara get close to some degree because they are best friends and she sees him and understands him.  we have seen him allow himself to have small moments of vulnerability with her before.  but this...letting Kie love him...that is a whole new ball game. so he retreats. he asks Kie for a truce, a reset to what is comfortable. and she gives it to him (for the moment) because she understands him and isn’t going to push him on it (again, for the moment). but it is clear from the way they look at each other after they do the pogue handshake that something has irrevocably shifted in their dynamic and they can’t go back...they can’t put all those feelings back in that box and ignore them as much as JJ will try to going forward.

i could write novels about everything that was happening in these scenes. they were so good! i cannot end this rant without a special shout out to Rudy for that first scene in episode 4. the look on JJ’s face when Kiara tells him she does care. he breaks like it is physically painful for him to hear that. because it is exactly what he has always wanted to hear from Kiara but the absolute worst thing she could say to him in that moment when every reason they will never work is so present in his mind.

#those scenes were just so good #jiara #obx #obx spoilers

[froldgapp]

This is the silliest thing I have ever written. It wasn’t a true dive bar, which was a shame, Jay thought, ‘cos it would have been fun to see Tim in one. As it was, he, Tim and Dick had ended up in a kitschy-cum-run down joint on the edge of Burnside. They’d grabbed some dinner together with the rest of the clan, Damian and Steph sniping at Tim the whole time from different parapets: one accusing him of being a “hapless clown” the other calling him the “Larry David of the family.” Tim let it run off his namesake's proverbial back but in the end they got through and it wasn't pretty. Tim had this sort of scorpion tail reflex when it came to conflict; one minute he’d sit there still as death just absorbing the blows and then the next–kablam!–he'd nail his assailants with the most vicious shit ever heard in your life. The arguments spilled over and everyone’s mood soured. Everyone's apart from Jason’s; he had a ball.

Bundled away together with Duke, they’d sent Damian off in a private car to lick his wounds, while Steph and Cass peeled off together to go watch a movie. That left the Robins one, two, and thee at a loose end. Tim tried to slip away but Dick captured him from behind in a bear hug, lifting him off his feet and swinging him one way and then the other like a disgruntled family cat. For Jason's part, he felt oddly loathe to pass up the opportunity to hang out with the eldest of them. To talk shit about Bruce though. Obviously.

So, they agreed to go out. Out. Just three regular guys. Three totally normal, not emotionally dilapidated, certainly not un-dead guys. Fun. They would have fun.

So that’s how they found themselves in Andy’s War Hole, a bar as stupid as it was filthy but Dick made the call because of its cabaret set-up of small, badly lit tables. They could talk some shop, so long as they were oblique about it.

It took a while to convince the door staff that Tim was, in fact, 21 even though he was, in fact, only 19, but Dick worked his magic and the guys folded. Or at least that’s what Jay let Dick think. It was more likely to be the two 50s Jay palmed from Dickhead’s pocket and paid them off with while he was busy making histrionics about Drake’s infamous babyface.

Now, together at the table–Dick and Jay with some tap beer and Tim with some tap water (he didn’t drink, thank you)–they could finally relax. The man laboriously setting up the karaoke night had other things to say about that quiet drink though. Tim tried to escape again hearing the man one-two test the mic, but Dick’s viper speed was too much for him and he was dragged back to sitting.

"All right," Dick said happily now that everyone was settled. "Look at us!"

“So, Timbo,” Jay began, his face enquiring. “Why are you such a damp dildo?”

Dick dropped his head back with a sigh. “Can we not start? Please.”

"Who's starting?" Jay said innocently. "Just want to know why the kid don't laugh."

Tim narrowed his eyes. “Didn’t know you were a fan of clowns, Jay.”

“Tim, will you–” Dick scratched at his forehead. “We just sat down.”

“Oh, ho, ho! Look at this spicy margarita!”

“Yeah, yeah..." Tim sneered. "I knew I’d be a punching bag if I came.” "Look." Dick put one large hand on top of Jay’s. “Jay, be nice.” Then the other on top of Tim’s. “Tim...” Dick put his tightrope walking experience to the test. “Be... not... whatever you’re being right now.”

Jay and Tim held each other's gaze for a beat too long then both backed down. Dick took a grounding breath. “Okay, let’s see...” He looked around for inspiration. “What’s eh...”

Christ, Jay thought. Were they really as bad as this at shooting the shit together?

“Jay, what’s your favourite... Which... Oh! How about... Eh... Oh, oh! What way do you put the toilet paper on? Flap in or flap... oh my God...” Jay had that look on his face. The smirk.

“I just want to know why the kid doesn’t know how to have fun.”

Dick scrunched his eyes shut. He actually looked a bit like he might cry.

“I know how to have fun,” Tim said.

“He knows how to have fun,” Dick insisted. “He knows how to have fun. Sure he does... He had... There was that one time... Remember, with the trains?” He put his arms out like he was balancing on top of a speeding carriage.

Tim sat back and pouted. “Dick, that was like five years ago.”

Jay put his hands up. “I rest my case.”

Tim’s forehead pulled together, his eyebrows like a goose formation in a kamikaze dive. “I know how to have fun.”

Jay grinned and leaned forward, meeting Tim’s resolute stare. He pointed at the karaoke machine. “Prove it.”

ooo

It started with short, sharp shoulder shakes as the first explosive snare hits of Dancer in the Dark rang out across the bar.

“What is happening?” Dick whispered.

“I get up in the evening and I ain’t got nothing to say.”

The crowd whooped as Tim tore into the opening lines of Springsteen like a greyhound out of the starting gate.

“Fucking Bruce.”

Dick looked at Jay. “What’s he got to do with it?”

“Not him.” Jay scowled. “The other one.”

“I ain't nothing but tired. Man, I'm just tired and bored with myself.”

One woman jumped up and yelled back down at her table of friends, “Oh my God, that little boy is so good!”

Jay stared open mouthed as Tim tilted the mic stand to the left, dragging out a screeching vowel like he smoked 80 a day since he was nine years old. Someone a the bar shouted, "Fuck yeah!” Jay looked dazedly at him then back at Tim.

“This gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark.”

"I didn't know he could sing," Dick observed, his drink hovering in front of his gobsmacked face.

"I didn't know he could..." Jay gestured with numbed hands. "I... This... This ain't right."

"Is this what he's been doing in his 'alone time?'”

Jay frowned. "I preferred it when we thought he was interfering with himself in there.”

“I check my look in the mirror, I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face.”

If they thought he was in full flow before, when the bridge came, he really hit his stride, crooning into the mic while he shrank back in theatric anguish:

“You sit around getting older. There's a joke here somewhere, and it's on me. I'll shake this world off my shoulders. Come on, baby, the laugh's on me.”

Dick shook his head, his eyes still fixed on Tim. “It’s... I don’t know if I’m amazed or unnerved.”

Jay mirrored him. “Low key hoping for a TBI tonight to forget, to be honest.”

"I mean he's good,” Dick supplied.

“Good, yeah, yeah,” Jay said, watching Tim throw his head back and roar at the ceiling. “But this is very bad. Me no likey.”

“Uncomfy.”

“It’s like he’s singing at me.” Jay said, shuddering.

Dick was mesmerised as Tim executed a sort of Elvis hip move. “It’s like he’s singing about me.”

The crowd was incensed by the time Tim was singing out the refrain. One burly man had made his way to the little stage and was slapping his hands passionately at Tim’s feet. Tim cracked his first smile of the whole night and finally locked eyes with his brothers. He was laughing at them.

“The little bastard,” Jay said.

“We should have known,” Dick answered. “There’s no gauntlet in the world this kid’s too scared pick up.”

An explosion of applause as Tim finished. He waved off the cheers and left the stage with a humble bow. Jostled lovingly with copious drinks offered and refused, he moved back through the crowd and toward their table. He plopped back down and picked up his water. Dick and Jay, speechless, watched him as though he were a strange and dangerous new species.

“Cheers,” Tim said, and downed his tap water in one.

#batbros #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #batfam

[actress4him]

Whumptober 2022

ALT. PROMPT 8 - MADE TO WATCH

I’m hoping that this scenario will eventually actually be a part of the Querencia story. I honestly could have gone on and on in much more detail, and if I ever get to it chronologically in the series I definitely will! For now, though, I just focused on the prompt itself.

Contains: lady whump, dude whump, captivity, superpower based torture, referenced shocks, referenced water torture, mild blood, referenced beatings, death mention, self-deprecating thoughts

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Liliana has lost count of the number of times they’ve come in and hurt her teammates. There’s a pattern to it, though. They started with Quinn, the leader, then moved to the second in command, Nari, then on to Alex, and Jamil. Then it started over again. And again. They always know whose turn it is next, and she’s not sure if that makes the anticipation better, or worse.

The only one they haven’t hurt is her. She’s new, and just a healer. They don’t have beef with her, apparently. Or at least, they didn’t until she healed Quinn the first time they brought him back into the large cell. That’s when she got chained to the wall opposite the door with thick, metal cuffs that cover her entire hand, cramping her fingers inside. Her right hand joints, in particular - the ones with arthritis - are in so much pain she wants to cry, but she also knows it’s nothing compared to what the others are feeling. And now she can’t do anything about it. Even if they were able to make it across the cell to where she’s stuck, she can’t touch them in order to heal their many wounds.

So they mostly just stay on the other side, close to the door. It isn’t personal, she’s sure. They’re all in so much pain, it’s too much trouble for them to come over to sit next to her, and besides, they’re busy taking care of each other, trying to make each other as comfortable as possible.

All she can do is watch.

Quinn is dragged back in dripping wet from being repeatedly plunged into a tub of water, trembling all over with aftershocks because they also pumped him full of drugs to make his electricity work against him.

Nari is dumped onto the concrete floor with dozens of slivers of metal embedded into her skin. Once the power-suppressing drugs they gave her wear off, it takes her hours of work, trying so hard not to scream and cry, to remove them all, while Quinn solemnly collects each one into a bloody pile.

Alex stumbles back with a grin on his face still, but he barely makes it to his corner before collapsing and curling into as small of a ball as his giant body can form. The smile is the only part of him that’s recognizable. The rest is covered in blood and bruises, his own round of drugs making him weak for once in his life.

Jamil is less obviously injured, but he walks in with stiff movements, wincing, everything on his body sore. Rather than hurt him directly, they used the same drugs as for Quinn and forced him to replicate dozens of times, beating up and killing the replicas over and over again so that Jamil had to feel every single thing.

All Liliana can do is watch, helpless and alone. Useless, unable to do her job, hating herself for the jealousy she feels when one of them lays a head on the other’s shoulder, and hating the people who are doing this to her team.

“I’m so sorry,” she murmurs. “I’m sorry I can’t help, I…I’m sorry.” Her voice cracks and she falls silent, staring down at her useless hands in the stupid, stupid cuffs with tears burning her eyes.

“It’s okay.” Nari smiles, but her voice is laced with exhaustion and pain. “It’s not your fault, Lili. We’ll…we’ll get out of this somehow, okay? It’ll be alright.”

Liliana nods quickly. She didn’t mean for anyone to feel like they had to reassure her, they have way too much to worry about. She doesn’t know how to reassure them, though, so she just stays quiet, out of the way…

And watches.

#whumptober2022 #no.28 #made to watch #altprompt #original content #fic #lady whump #lady whumpee #dude whump #mild blood #captivity #torture #water torture #electrocution #beating #self deprecating thoughts #querencia #liliana the healer #quinn the leader #nari the hero #alex the hero #jamil the hero #superheroes #superhero oc #superpower whump #magic whump #whump writing