okay so he’s cute ngl, but that man was NOT telling the truth about his hair color. that is brown babygirl, please you need to accept the truth
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i am. still just so glad i got out of teen wolf when the cast started falling apart. like season three was such a shitshow from day one and made me INSANE as it was airing and i just could not continue to watch for season four after they killed off or wrote off essentially half the cast and killed all the found family potential and i will admit!!! that seeing crystal reed herself on a new teen wolf story DID tempt me!!!! i am only human!!!! i am not immune to allison argent!!!! but truly i know myself and i know that the show died a horrible death for me over the course of s3 and there’s a lot of good reasons i stopped watching it and those reasons will sustain me through my decision to not watch this new movie
all that said. @ my loyal six followers. please do not be alarmed if i end up temporarily in a teen wolf revival moment. i am not immune to allison argent and the nostalgia of it all DOES make me want to go back and reread all the old classic pack fics from before davis decided to start killing kids left and right !!! i am not immune to the powerful energy of sterek writers, nor to the call of pack-fics!!!!
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Character Introduction: Ella
“Miss me?” she asks, though her brow is too pinched to look relaxed.
Role: Side Character
Personality: Flamboyant, Empathetic, Friendly
Ella has never fit in among her family, despite the way she looks exactly as one might expect her to. Death looks like everything, but Nons have this idea of pale skin and dark hair and darker eyes. She looks like Death, though she’s one of the few who isn’t one.
Oh, she was, for a time, but she applied to become a Life at first opportunity, leaving the Blade and dying behind her. She found more fulfillment, more joy, in Life. In the needle. In the saving. Not that Deaths kill — they soothe, and tend, and grease the wheels of the transition, and keep the souls from rotting loose but they are not responsible for the dying.
Still, though. Ella harbors a love for Nons, for all the way she’s frowned on for it. They’re temporary, after all, which such short fragile lifespans. Why bother? is the motto of most of her family.
But Ella has always been an outlier. The white sheep in a black flock.
So, when an Ever untied to Soul Keepers in any shape wants to make a deal, it is with Ella that it starts.
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Jason Todd has a raging size kink. He tries not to make it too obvious in public, tries to pretend that he doesn't notice how standing next to you really highlights just how large he really is. But it's always on his mind, always front and center, even when he doesn't want it to be.
He'll have a hand on your back as he ushers you through crowded parts of Gotham, trying not to think about how large his hands are and how one of them can cup an entire asscheek when he's fucking you.
He grabs things off of tall shelves at grocery stores when you can't reach them. Comes up behind you and picks them up with ease while he's pressed into you from behind. He's peering down at you, a soft grin on his face as he thinks about you on your knees, struggling to take him in your mouth.
When you're playing twister at a Wayne family function, and you end up falling on each other during a wrong move, he watches you break out into a fit of laughs while he turns red in the face. Not from embarrassment, he couldn't care less about that, but because the first thought that popped into his head as you were pinned under him was how much he wished you could stay there.
For a split second, an image is projected into his mind of you squirming beneath him as he puts all of his weight on you. All 200+ pounds keeping you firmly in place as he fucks you good and deep just how you like.
He's scrambling to get off of you now; a shade of crimson akin to the one he dons at night colors the visible parts of his body, and he clears his throat awkwardly as he helps you to your feet.
"In hindsight, he should've played with one of us," Dick says from the couch. He's gesturing toward you when he continues, "he's just too big in comparison. Throw's everything off."
Jason doesn't hear the second part. His ears start ringing the moment he's reminded that everyone else is aware of how big he is next to you, and he's very quickly calculating how many more rounds of twister he has to go before the two of you can politely duck out and head home for a more...intimate version of the game.
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