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[6lostgirl6]

When you wanna start writing for Commander Mills, someone please don't stop me. Encourage me. This man has me in a chokehold.

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[purefandomonium]

And Again

As promised, my other Glitchy Red AU. I'll post some headcanons for it too, but essentially this is my take on when Red became self-aware. I'll put some more details about it at the very bottom because I think knowing them beforehand kind of ruins it a bit.

I'd also like to warn people that this does get a little dark and there is some violence and slight gore in there.

This is a long one at almost 5,000 words, so you best be settled in for a minute, lol.

Getting the badge didn’t feel so special. Instead, the whole ordeal felt rather dull. He’d been so excited leading up to the battle, so focused on building up his team and figuring out strategies. This was his first real step towards becoming the Champion!

So why did the battle with Brock feel so… scripted? It was challenging, sure, but it also seemed easy compared to what he was thinking. Despite the disadvantages he had with a few of his picks he could still work out a winning strategy.

Did Brock let him win?

The gym leader revealed none of this to Red despite his repeated attempts to ask. He simply gave him a congratulations that felt empty and that was it. He had so many other things he wanted to know, but it seemed leaving was the better option.

He walked away feeling empty.

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So many new sights and experiences! This was his adventure, his story. There were so many opportunities for him. This was supposed to be exciting! It was what he’d been waiting for ever since he was old enough to walk.

So where had all that childish excitement gone? As he stood outside of a Pokemart, having just finished a supply run, he once again felt that vague emptiness. The city was crowded; full of people milling about and trainers looking for a battle, yet Red felt like he was alone.

He was just homesick. He missed his mom, his home, and he really missed Blue. Sure, they’d just battled a couple of hours ago and the memory of his sour face at losing was still fresh in Red’s mind, but that was the whole problem. He missed Blue being his friend. It was no secret they’d always bumped heads, but back then it was so simple. Now they were friends-turned-rivals and Blue seemed like he had something to prove. Understandable. There could only be one Champion, after all.

Still, Red found himself missing their pretend battles in his backyard, the sleepovers and birthday parties, even the prank wars they used to start despite Blue being more into them than he was. Even though they still crossed paths frequently, it felt like Red was just talking to a wall. It didn’t matter what he said to him; Blue would always find some way to steer the conversation back to becoming the Champion.

Despite the numerous interactions and even unlikely support, Red felt like he was taking the world on all alone. The weight of the Pokeballs on his belt was the only reminder he wasn’t.

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He wasn’t prepared for this. Battling tough opponents, chasing after wild beasts and even obtaining what were essentially legends was one thing. Solving riddles and traveling alone wasn’t so bad either. Even Blue’s increasingly obnoxious behavior, while a bit higher on the ‘terrible scale’ than the previous examples, was still doable.

This, however? Taking on the mafia? That was something a child was ill-equipped for. He’d seen a few of their grunts before. Wrong place, wrong time. However, it hadn’t really hit him with what he was dealing with. Sure, he’d bested a few more gym leaders and took down some formidable foes, but that didn’t mean he was ready to fight a criminal organization!

Despite his panic at the situation, he found himself giving level-headed commands to his team and after a few close calls, sent the two of them scampering away. Relief washed over him like a wave as he recalled his team, and he wanted to flop onto the ground and process things for a while.

Instead, he wandered over to the objects sitting where they once stood. They must’ve dropped them in their panic to get away from him. The items were useful enough and it was clear they wouldn’t be needing them anymore. As Red pocketed the items, he wondered how he’d managed to beat them.

They were two older, experienced trainers who worked for an organization determined to make good use out of Pokemon. Their teams were impressive. Red was just some kid with big dreams who happened to wander into the wrong place at the wrong time again.

The more he thought about the battle—tried to analyze and understand it—the more it baffled him. He had been in utter panic, paralyzed by fear, yet he’d instructed his team well enough to gain the upper hand and win? He wasn’t even paying attention! All he could think about was how screwed he was, how upset his mother would be, how mad Blue would be…

His mind soon wandered to the possibilities of what they’d do when they found out. What would Blue do at word of his death? Of course he’d mourn, but would he go after Team Rocket himself to avenge his fallen rival and friend? Would he succeed?

Those were the only thoughts on Red’s mind throughout the entire battle. It happened so fast and he hadn’t been paying attention at all. So how was it possible he’d won?

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Red found himself in some sort of a trance. He was too distracted, too unbothered by the outside world to break free of his own thoughts. It didn’t matter. Every trainer’s words felt meaningless anyway. He wasn’t listening and couldn’t care less about whatever it was they were telling him. Even when they seemed to have something of importance to say, Red spaced out on them.

Despite this, he found no hindrance in his goals, going exactly where he needed to be and doing exactly what he needed to do. It was an odd sense of knowing that he didn’t understand. He’d never done any of this before and yet he knew all of the necessary steps.

Had he always known?

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He found that his lack of focus didn’t affect the outcome of his battles either. He could still let his mind wander in the middle of the fight and somehow, when he snapped back to reality, he was being handed money or an item and sent on his way. On the few occasions he did pay attention, everything still seemed to just… happen. It was like his body was on autopilot.

He was aware of who he sent out and when he needed to recall someone or heal them. He knew he was giving commands—how else would his team be attacking if not for his word? However, it still felt… choreographed. Despite Red’s increasing frustration at the lack of challenge, everything seemed to be laid out for him. At least he had his team. Something he did all by himself. Pokemon he caught and trained. Partners he picked out to help him on his journey. He fought hard for some of them. They were the only thing that felt special, the only thing he had any tangible say in.

So why could he swear that every time he checked his party, they seemed to be different?

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He was going to lose this battle, just to see what would happen. Everyone seemed to expect him to lose, only to congratulate him—sometimes begrudgingly—when he won. What would failing do? Would they be angry? Confused? Even happier than when he won? Maybe he’d finally gain some feeling of accomplishment. He’d been zoning out, letting things happen. It was time for him to do something.

Red’s intention was to throw the battle. Send out the worst member of his team—he swore it was Golbat, but it looked like it was actually a Magikarp—use the most useless moves, and stand around and do nothing whenever he could. Maybe even take the time to ask a few questions, if this trainer was one of the more talkative types.

He really, really wanted to lose and maybe get some answers.

So why did he send out his ace and one-shot every single opponent without hesitation? Why, when he went to collect his dues from the rival trainer, did his mouth remain glued shut when his mind was firing off question after question?

Had he always been silent?

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Blue.

Blue would surely know what was going on. They’d been friends for as long as Red could remember and that hadn’t changed now that they were rivals. They grew up together. They got their starters together. Red needed to know if Blue’s adventure up until this point had felt like a story that needed telling.

Red begged and pleaded with his friend to please stop joking around and answer him. He tried to; despite his rampant thoughts his mouth wouldn’t move. His face refused to convey the flurry of emotions he felt. The fear, the panic, the anger, the confusion… All of it buried behind a blank expression that merely watched what he thought was his best friend march away after another defeat.

Maybe he was in on it.

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This was so pointless. Battling the Elite Four and becoming the Champion had once been all he’d ever wanted. It had been his dream. He and that fake had sought out to become the absolute best. Now that Red could finally prove himself…

He realized none of it mattered. It had been decided for him by some unseen force. His one dream, the only purpose he gave himself, was a lie. He wasn’t sure it was ever even his dream to begin with.

Everything he needed to do, he did. No exceptions. Even when he didn’t want to do it. Even if he wanted to do something else. This entire time it was all planned out. Everyone was a part of it. It was supposed to happen this way.

Except at no point did Red plan any of it. Which brought up the question: Who decided this? This was supposed to be his story, so why wasn’t he the one to write it?

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Red was never fully prepared to see Blue as the Champion. He really shouldn’t be surprised about seeing him there by now. It was certainly nothing new. This was their… He couldn’t remember how many times he’d sent Blue packing. All he knew was that the feelings of betrayal and surprise were the only constants. Betrayal because no matter how many times he wanted answers from the other boy, he never, ever got them. Surprise because he couldn’t believe Blue was still on about this. His rival was always so intense about it. Red was over this whole Champion thing.

He knew that’s what they were both fighting for—at least, Blue was. Red had stopped caring a long time ago. Just like he’d stopped caring about why his party kept changing, why he always won, why things always worked out for him, and how he managed to take down the mafia. He stopped wondering why he’d always have to wake up in his room when it was all said and done and need to go through the same old motions.

Why all those around him acted like this was normal.

It just happened. It was supposed to happen.

When Blue was inevitably beaten and humiliated, Red closed his eyes and waited for his life to reset.

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Each time he lived it, the fakeness of it all become more and more apparent. Painfully so. That wasn’t his mother—he was never born. Blue wasn’t his friend—he was just another obstacle. None of those trainers or champions were special—they were all meaningless tasks.

Characters. They were all characters. Not people. Not individuals with personalities. They all had roles they needed to fill. Scripts they needed to follow. He was supposed to be one of them. He was supposed to be in on it too. He used to be, once.

Too many times had he gone through with this. Too many repeats of the same. Old. Thing. The switch that flipped it all?

He made the mistake of wondering how he knew what attacks to use against someone he’d never even fought, let alone met, before. He remembered now. The tipping point. From that moment on, there was no going back. It all just stacked up from there.

The icing on the cake was that once the memories were revealed to be lies, Red couldn’t conjure up a single real memory of his life. There were only the false memories of hanging out with Blue and dreaming of becoming the best. He couldn’t recall any real family, friends, nothing. All he got were the constant episodes of each new ‘adventure.’ He was more real than anyone else in this useless world and yet he still couldn’t differentiate what made him so special.

After all, he didn’t really exist either.

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Was this it then? To live through the same story over and over? To spend every waking moment knowing exactly what would happen next and being powerless to stop it? He just wanted it to stop. Just for once, he wanted to break free from the mold, do something different. Something that wasn’t meant to happen. He couldn’t take another playthrough of this. He didn’t want to be doomed to the same thing repeatedly, forever. Perpetually trapped in his own body as it did things for him and all he could do was watch.

What could possibly be worse than that?

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How he wished he’d never asked. He thought he could get away with tempting fate and all it did was come back to bite him. Despite getting exactly what he wanted in this thing that wasn’t supposed to be happening, Red felt the most intense wave of fear at the sight of the entity floating above the island.

It hurt every fiber of his being to look at it, the horrid and incomprehensible droning that echoed through his mind tore apart his thoughts and left him with nothing but a deep-seated urge to run.

He remained rooted in place, forced to face this anomaly. He wanted to zone out like always, to get lost in his thoughts in this battle like all the others until it was over and he did what he was supposed to.

This was the first time he was ever fully aware of what he was doing. He couldn’t even close his eyes. It was horrific. His limbs felt heavy and stiff as they moved, as though forcibly pulled by something despite his wishes. He threw Pokeballs in an attempt to catch it.

Why did he keep trying to catch it? Who wanted this thing?! He didn’t!

He got it. Its sealed presence burned him. It was eating at him and he couldn’t tell where.

His bag was so, so heavy, and he realized he had an ungodly amount of rare candies he’d never need. Despite their diminutive size, each one seemed to weigh ten times as much.

The pain wouldn’t leave him as he trudged away and he was still vividly aware of the heavy stiffness of his limbs.

Try as he might, the pain was all he could focus on.

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This was wrong, wrong, wrong. Why did he feel so wrong?

He’d felt like this ever since he caught that thing…

This was supposed to be a new start! He didn’t have it anymore. He checked. So why did he still feel it?

Why did he still hurt so much?

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Its presence filled his mind and its corruption ate at his body. He was always aware of it. He was aware of them all. He never should have tried to make sense of where that Mew came from, or what the abnormal stats of some of his party said. He never should have attempted to use the impossible new move his Venusaur had learned. There was no escaping them, that much was obvious. It wouldn’t be so bad if he could pretend again. If he could just zone out like he used to, let his body run on autopilot, he could live like this. He’d be fine with the eternal repeats forever. Now that he’d lost the ability to do that, it was so agonizing. If ignorance was bliss, then knowledge was nothing but anguish.

He tried so, so hard to make it stop, to change things. Whatever had control over his life wasn’t letting go. He was sure it was laughing as his entire world broke apart, his body included. His mind was the last thing to go, still reeling from the sizzling pain his body was in as it deteriorated into nothing. He wasn’t spared the agony of feeling even his thoughts fizzle away.

There was no escaping his new nightmare.

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Why was he always made to go after these things? He wanted nothing to do with these corrupted entities that confused and hurt him. He wanted to go back to repeating his stupid adventure instead of hunting down these abominations only for them to tear apart his world. The pain was different every time. It seemed he wasn’t allowed the fortune of getting used to it. Just when he thought he’d experienced the worst pain imaginable—and Red was getting pretty good at that—someway, somehow, there would be a whole new layer of suffering for him.

When would it end? He was at point where he couldn’t wait for the one to finish it. Which nightmarish entity would corrupt the world so much that it couldn’t be put back together again? When would his body get to a point where it was too dissolved and broken to go on?

He hated being the only one to endure it. He was the only one in the entire world that understood what was happening. Sure, sometimes the others were hapless victims when an event happened. Occasionally, he’d see them ripped apart and even rearranged right before his eyes. When reality itself warped into something unrecognizable and incomprehensible they still attempted to carry on as normal. They didn’t scream in pain and terror. They couldn’t fathom what was happening.

Lucky bastards.

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He hated, hated, hated this. The rage building up inside of him had reached a boiling point. It was the first thing in what felt like eons that numbed the pain a bit. He found it gave him a new sense of focus.

He was aware all his torment was the will of whatever had control over him. If only he could find out how to stop it. If it could control him like this and manipulate his world like it was a doll-house, then there had to be a way for him to get to it. It had to be somewhere. He always wondered about the thing that seemed to find this sick torture funny. He wondered what he’d do if given the chance to find the source of his misery.

What if he stopped wondering and started pushing back?

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Had it always been so easy? Was he just stupid?

Red stood completely still, letting his newly acquired grip on his personal hell strengthen until the urge to keep walking disappeared altogether. This was it. He was finally free. He still suffered from the constant agony of his body’s corruption. He was still reeling from being thrown around like some broken puppet.

But now?

Now he was finally in control of himself, and he could do exactly as he pleased. What better way to test out one’s newfound freedom than by giving their sadistic tormentor a taste of their own medicine? How would they feel if their mind and body was destroyed by some monster?

He was all too gleeful to find out.

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The young player dropped the Game Boy with a yelp as the speakers emitted a high-pitched whine at an impossible volume. Thinking quickly, they snatched it back up and flipped the switch off. The noise stopped instantly.

“Are you ok, Alex?”

They jumped again at the sound of their father in the doorway. “Yeah, Dad. Sorry about that. It froze or something and scared me.”

He nodded. “Well, it’s getting late. I know it’s the weekend but you should still try to get some sleep. It’s not a good idea to spend all night staring at that tiny screen.”

They shrugged. After that little scare, they were inclined to agree. They felt exhausted all of a sudden.

As they exchanged goodnight, Alex went about getting ready for bed. The Game Boy was set atop the dresser and the whole incident was promptly forgotten about as they dozed off.

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Alex awoke in an empty void. It was completely silent; they couldn’t even hear their own breathing. Were they even breathing?

“Am I still alive right now?” they wondered aloud.

“You won’t be for much longer,” a voice echoed from the abyss.

He was clearly a child, but he looked nothing like innocence. His eyes were full of malice and the more Alex stared, the more unnerving characteristics they noticed. There were no lines or wrinkles on his face, no texture whatsoever. The shadows didn’t seem to make sense; they were sharp and jutted wherever they pleased despite the lack of lighting.

Alex whirled and found none other than what looked to be the character of Red standing inches behind them, form rigid and fists by his sides. He stood just below their height. His face held no emotion despite his words. His eyes glowed like his namesake and although his broken, garbled voice was unsettlingly deep, his face looked young. Younger than themselves even.

His outfit was dull and his eyes were the only real color he had. Despite his boyish look his skin was ghastly and pale; the shadows on his body and face were bold and stood out even amidst the darkness.

The worst, however, had to be his eyes. They—in addition to the unnatural red they glowed—lacked the usual attributes as well. Just blank whites holding two smooth irises with pupils and nothing more. The lack of detail on his features made him seem fake. Alex felt cold at the sight of him.

What kind of a dream was this?

Red observed the being before him. They weren’t at all what he was expecting. There were so many different colors. They seemed so vivid, their outfit standing out against the shadows. He could see little details on their skin; small spots and lines and bumps. Their brown eyes were wide, and Red noted little slivers amongst the color as well as thin red lines throughout the whites. He watched their pupils repeatedly change size as they made minute movements, no doubt taking in his own appearance. Even their eyebrows held an impossible amount of detail; being made of multiple fibers rather than two smears of color.

He could hear their faint breaths, their nostrils flaring with each inhale as their chest expanded slightly before the air was pushed back out. He was fascinated by the way their breath hitched as he brought his hand below their nose to feel the escaping warmth.

It was all foreign to him. When he focused on them as a whole he noted how they were just above his height, auburn hair messy and arms wrapped around themselves in some sort of hug. So this was the one behind all his suffering? This was his demented tormentor all along? They were clearly afraid of him.

His lips stretched into a demonic smile.

Alex began backing away as Red moved even closer, the smile never fading. “Wait,” they tried, hoping they’d wake up soon. “Stay back.”

Red's hands shot out like cobras to grip his former captor’s arms tightly. He found that doing so caused them to scream in pain, so he dug his nails in for extra effect. His fingers felt warm and something felt ready to give beneath them. Some sort of red substance began to flow out and fall to the floor in droplets. The smile became a wild snarl as rage overtook him.

“You thought it was funny, didn’t you?!” he screamed, voice breaking up. His whole body seized with painful glitches. Would he ever be rid of them?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” they cried, wanting to break away from Red but knowing that trying to struggle out of his grasp would only do more damage. They had no choice but to continue to face him. “I just wanted to mess around with the game!” They choked out another cry when his nails dug in deeper, tearing muscle.

“Game? Game?! Am I a joke to you?! Do you know what it felt like? Do you know how much pain and suffering I went through for your little game?” He grit his teeth so hard that the pain in his jaw drowned out his usual agony. For the first time ever, he could ignore the way his body fizzled in and out of solidity. He made his grip a little tighter and felt something crack. He watched their tears fall as the red liquid continued to ooze out.

He wondered how much of it would spill if he kept his grip and pulled; how much it would hurt for them to be violently torn apart by something that shouldn’t be. He wondered if he’d become as real as they were afterwards, if he could somehow take their details and colors and breathing for himself.

“Please…” they whimpered. This was no dream. It hurt too much to be anything other than real. Red’s anger felt suffocating.

Despite all he wanted to say, all the questions he wanted to ask, Red found himself laughing. The harsh sound echoed throughout the darkness as he watched them cower in his grasp. He’d really done it. He’d found the source of his suffering and the sooner he got rid of it the sooner he could live. No more scripts, no more repeats, no more being ripped apart endlessly. As much as he wanted to show them what his torment felt like, he was ready for all of this to be over.

The giddy feeling of victory overtook him as he laughed and laughed, reveling in the fear in his prey’s eyes. Without warning, he sunk his fingers in as deep as he could and pulled.

Alex’s arms were ripped off like they were made of paper and they fell to their knees with a horrid scream, legs having long given out from the pain of Red’s grasp. The insane laughter had settled into silence as they flopped face-first onto the ground, head turned towards their killer. They felt the fading warmth of their blood surround them as the pale-skinned figure stood over them, eyes glinting and that cruel smile back on his face.

Red watched the crimson puddle spread out and soak into their hair and clothes as their eyes became dull and unfocused. He observed the torn limbs he held—the way they still leaked red and the jagged white shards that stuck out from the ends. There were similar ones on the mutilated stumps of the body at his feet. Stretchy threads hung out limply. Out of curiosity, he squeezed one of the arms with all his strength and a wet crunch sounded as it bent at an unnatural angle.

After a few more moments of examining them, he grew bored of the severed appendages and let them fall to the ground with a dull thump. He brought his hands up and noted the sticky mess under and around his nails. This was really it.

It was so easy. Too easy.

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Alex was powerless against the supernatural grip on their arms. They struggled and struggled, but to no avail. He wasn’t letting go.

“ALEX!”

Their eyes shot open and found not Red, but their parents staring down at them in fear and concern.

“Are you ok?! You were screaming so much and you’re bleeding!”

As their father released them, they shakily took in their surroundings and noted that they were indeed back in their room. They were in too much shock to say anything.

Alex's mother gently brushed their hair out of their face and pulled the sleeves of their pajama shirt up to inspect their arms, frightened about the bright red stains. The lack of a reaction from Alex made the fear worsen.

There were deep scratches like claw marks on the both of them. The light blue sheets were stained with the same red as their shirt.

All Alex could do was cry and beg to be hugged.

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Red found himself in his room again, like nothing had changed. He felt a pull to go outside and wanted to scream.

It seemed whatever he’d done was temporary. Or perhaps that wasn’t the one controlling him. Maybe it was a decoy, or just another part of the act.

Fine. He’d go along with it for now. All he had to do was find them. He knew what he could do now too. Eventually, someone would have to be the one he was looking for.

He could wait. He’d gone on this long, he could keep going. With his newfound abilities, he’d find them sooner or later.

Oh, how he couldn’t wait to make them suffer like he had.

Please ignore that I said Red had no properly human features but then turned around and gave him nails. The thought of him not having them kinda grossed me out, lol. But yes, this version of Red is a psychotic bastard with a vendetta against literally anyone. In case it wasn't obvious, the story skips ahead a lot. It starts around the time the game originally came out--and I suspect people would've played it normally in the beginning. Then as time went on and word got out, people learned about all the fun ways to break the game. The gist is that after the first many playthroughs, Red starts feeling the deja vu and begins questioning things. He could've gone on like that forever and been none the wiser, but then players had to go an discover the glitches. If it weren't for that, Red wouldn't have realized he was in trapped in a game, he wouldn't be so angry, and he wouldn't have achieved actual sentience/sapience. He'd just be forever wondering why everything keeps repeating. Edited Fun Fact: When I first posted this, I made Alex an adult instead of the kid they were originally. I have decided to go back to that initial idea because I think it reads better and establishes this version of Glitchy Red's rage better too. This version of Red is hyper-aggressive to adults and children, so I think Alex being younger fits. Red is "11" here, and Alex is 13. I give Red's age quotes because chronologically he's much, much older. Although I like to think he doesn't care about age and doesn't really acknowledge it, due to his poor sense of time. But yeah, physically he is 11. Other than Alex's age everything else is exactly the same. Red is furious with anyone who interacts with the game in any way and thinks of them as his captors.

I kept Alex gn because I initially wasn't even sure I was gonna keep them in there. I kind of added them in because I happened to be mad at someone who happens to also be named Alex... You know what they say about pissing writers off... I will definitely be posting more on this at random, lol. Between working on Connection, of course. This is yet another project that got away from me and I spent several hours adding to it when I was supposed to just post it. Oops.

#glitchy red #pokepasta #fanfic #my writing #and again #tw violence #tw blood #tw psychological torture

[inkedreverie]

wips list.

i have no schedule when any of these will be released. feel free to send me thots, concepts or headcanons about any of these, if you'd like!

oneshots.

title: untitled

summary: TBD

pairing: lumberjack!werewolf! curtis everett x human!female reader

title: bound by the moon

summary: TBD

pairing: werewolf! curtis everett x vampire! female reader

title: beautifully wrong

summary: after a few months after landing back on his home planet, somaris. Mills struggles with the memories and the loss of his family.

pairing: commander mills x female reader

warnings: tbd!

outlined wips.

title: tbd!

inspiration:the first knives out movie & my love for stalker romances.

summary: After serving a lengthy prison sentence for murdering his grandfather, Ransom Drysdale returns to claim what he sees as rightfully his. He is surprised to discover that Y/N now resides in his grandfather's home and becomes consumed with a need to possess both the house and Y/N.

pairing: stalker! ransom drysdale x female reader

warnings: stalking, dark! ransom drysdale, somnophilia, dub-con, non con, knife kink, p in v sex.

title: tbd!

summary: As a human, Y/N’s always been aware of the existence of gods and other supernatural beings. But when she’s engaged to Thor, the God of Thunder, to become the future queen of Asgard, she finds herself in a world that's both exciting and daunting. She’s filled with awe and wonder as she gets to know the various gods and mythological creatures that inhabit Asgard, but she also feels nervous and out of place.

As the days count down to her wedding, she starts to feel something unexpected for Thor's charming brother Loki. At first, it's just a slight attraction, but soon it's something more. She finds herself drawn to Loki and his wild and untamed nature, which is in sharp contrast to Thor's noble and regal demeanor.

Just when she thinks she’s made up her mind, her world is shattered into pieces. On the eve of Y/N’s wedding, she finally admits to herself that she’s in love with Loki. She knows that telling Thor the truth would hurt him more than anything in the world, but she also knows that keeping it a secret would ruin her marriage and the lives of her loved ones.

Now she stands at a crossroads, torn between love and duty, between the truth and a lie that would tear her heart in two.

pairing: loki laufeyson x female reader

warnings: tbd!

requests!

title: tbd!

summary: After getting dumped by your boyfriend in the worst way possible, you seek shelter at your best friend, Ransom's house.

pairing: ransom drysdale x female reader

warnings: protective!ransom, jealous, best friends to lovers, language.

title: tbd!

inspiration/prompt: 'You come and pick me up, no headlights.'

summary: After you get stranded at a party, your dad's best friend comes to save you.

pairing: dbf!ari levinson x female reader

warnings: tbd

#my wips. #ransom drysdale x reader #curtis everett x reader #ari levinson x reader

[wyverian-lady525]

HellohelloHELLO darling, I hope you’ve been okay, happy Easter, I swear It's been a century-

In case memories are fuzzy, person who always requested the reader to be this close 🤏🏻 to dying here lmfao, I’m finally back into the game with my essays babiee.

Can I maybe get some good ol’ headcanons for Cheval, Lilia [I'm guessing people in her position get access to monster eggs for protection of the city, perhaps?] and possibly Hyoro and Mille if they’re not too much trouble, who hatched this egg; only to find out that the monster (of your choice ofc =}) inside seemingly has a conjoined twin. Making it’s survival rate extremely low and making it painfully fight for it’s life every minute or so, to the point the said characters consider taking it’s life as the most humane thing to do, especially as they cannot give it the proper care it requires to survive due to their busy nature.

But that’s where us stubborn mfs step right in, a non rider insisting to take good care of the poor beast until it can stand on all fours without the urgent care [Looots of handfeeding, I presume?], basically going days without sleep and any basic human//wyverian needs just to make sure the monstie’s possibly getting everything they can give in their power in order to make it survive.

Welcome back! Cute idea! Every monstie deserves love!❤️ Hope you enjoy!

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Lilia, Cheval, Hyoro, and Millie Hatch an Egg that Contains a Monster with a Conjoined Twin

Lilia

-Since she isn't a rider, Lilia obtains abandoned eggs or eggs that riders can't keep in order to use the monsters inside as hunter training in the arena, or if a rider is willing (like her friend Cheval), train the monster as protection for places. She isn't used to taking care of any monsties, and she doesn't have a kinship stone. So, when the egg hatches and sees the monster inside, she is absolutely terrified.

-A Tobi Kadachi...but it seemed to have a conjoined twin.

-The monster was barely surviving with all the mutations and physical deformities it had. Lilia knew it would be no use in a fight because of that, and all the pain it was in. It could hardly control its powers, with sparks flying everywhere now and again. Lilia is in a commanding position so she's super busy, and she knows that the smart thing to do would be to put the monster out of its misery. So, she employs Reverto to do so.

-But then you come in to save the day.

-You aren't a rider, but you know that every creature deserves a right to live. Since she is so busy, you managed to call off Reverto and decide to take care of the little guy. It requires a lot of energy sapping from your end, but the monster needs constant care and attention. You have to give a lot of physical therapy and a lot of handfeeding. Also, you would sleep with it when it got all whiny. It might never get trained to the extent that she wanted it to be, but at least it got to experience a life. With your stubborn care, it will get better.

Cheval

-With Rathi, Cheval never really finds a need to hatch many other monsties. He had a Velocidrome, a Nargacuga, and a Great Baggi, but he only ever uses Rathi as his monstie. However, if he sees an egg that is abandoned or in a stressful situation, Cheval will hatch it and take it in. He figures that a monster will always have a good life with a rider that's willing to take care of it. So, when he finds a familiar-looking egg in an old looking nest, he feels the need to take it in. But the monstie inside isn't what he was expecting.

-A Rathian...but it seemed to have a conjoined twin.

-It was disturbing for Cheval to see a monster in such a position because he's never seen one like this before. The physical deformities made him wince, and the sounds the poor thing was making just made his heart hurt. Even Rathi crones at the poor little rathian. Cheval could take care of a healthy monstie, but a monstie like this would require constant attention that he just couldn't provide. He knew the humane thing would be to put the baby down and out of its misery, but Cheval didn't think he could do it. The little monster looked too much like Rathi for him to even raise a weapon to do so.

-He was lucky that you came around.

-You were stubborn enough to take the monstie for yourself. You weren't a rider, so you had no other monsties to take up your time. He helped you out when it came to advice on what to do with basic care. It needs all the help it can get from you, so you do a bunch of hand feeding and physical therapy. Cheval tries to help you in any way that he can, but you were stubborn to deal with this on your own. Plus, he's busy in his own ways. But maybe one day the little conjoined rathian will grow to be Rathi's size. You can only hope.

Hyoro

-He is someone that doesn't have very many monsties to begin with, Zinrai being his main one, but Hyoro is also someone who is also extremely anxious. There's only so much that he can handle before he absolutely has a panic attack. However, Hyoro also has a big heart, so he can't ever abandon any egg that seems to be in distress. But sometimes he takes on more than he can handle, which leads to this egg situation that he has now. But when he hatches the monstie, he freezes.

-A Great Jaggi...but it seemed to have a conjoined twin.

-Hyoro begins to panic immediately because he doesn't know what to do. He is now responsible for this monstie that is absolute pain and distress due to its physical abnormalities. It's not that he's overly busy, but he doesn't think he's capable enough to take care of this monster. Every time it tries to make a call, it just cries out in pain. It breaks his heart, and many of his friends have told him to just put the Great Jaggi down, but Hyoro just couldn't. He didn't have enough strength to take the life of a baby monster.

-He's so thankful for your appearance.

-You took the monstie from him, being as stubborn as you were. Not being a rider meant you had time for this monster, especially since it required so much of your time. You can't remember the last time you slept, but it was all worth it to see the little guy get stronger. You had to mush and prepare food and help the monstie through physical therapy. But Hyoro was happier each time he saw the baby monster getting stronger. It made him feel better in the end.

Millie

-She is a free spirit that likes to rush about in search of adventure. Millie and her Seregios, Legion, fly all about not really stopping to hatch other eggs. However, she is a rider, and that means that sometimes she can't stop herself from helping an egg now and again, especially when it seems like a challenge to get. Mille always appreciates a good challenge. However, when an egg she finds hatches, she gets more than she bargained for.

-A Nargacuga...but it had a conjoined twin.

-The sounds and cries of this monster were unlike anything she's ever heard before. The sound of pain is too intense for her to bear. That, and the physical demands of this monstie required more than she can give. No offense, but she isn't a babysitter. Millie needs a monstie that is capable of growth when she is not around. She knows it would be hard, but she thinks about putting it down. It would be best for both parties. The monstie would be free of pain, and Mille would be free of the task to worry about it.

-Luckily, you showed up and saved its life.

-You didn't appreciate what Lilia was trying to do, and being as stubborn as you are, you snatched it away from her. You weren't a rider, so you didn't understand the viewpoints on this, but you knew that everything deserved a chance to live. So, you took plenty of time to nurture the young monster so it could stand on its own feet. You would handfeed it and so forth. She would check in now and again, and was pleased with the progress, but she knew you were keeping the monstie to yourself. At least until it could survive comfortably.

#monster hunter stories #monster hunter storie #mhst #mhst2 #lilia #mhst2 lilia #monster hunter stories lilia #lilia x reader #cheval #mhst2 cheval #monster hunter stories cheval #cheval x reader #hyoro #mhst hyoro #hyoro x reader #millie #mhst millie #millie x reader #headcanons #lilia headcanons #cheval headcanons #hyoro headcanons #millie headcanons

[krakenknucklesx]

FULL NAME: Austin Wilde Royce

AGE: 30

AFFILIATION/TITLE/RANK: second in command of the Krakens

FAMILY: 1 brother NPC that's under 18 and I'd be up for a sister or two that are between 21-27

BIRTHDATE: October 23rd

ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio

OCCUPATION: ride operator @ the boardwalk & bartender @ Lion's Den

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic

( jamie campbell bower, 30, cis man, he/him) oh! it’s that [ GREASER ] from [ THE KRAKENS ], they live in [ HILLCREST TRAILERS ]. they’re called [ KNUCKLES ] but their real name is [ AUSTIN ROYCE ]. they work as a [ BARTENDER AT THE LION'S DEN & RIDE ATTENDANT AT THE BOARDWALK ]. i heard they are [ PESSIMISTIC & SELF-SACRIFICING ], i also heard others say they are [ PROTECTIVE & AMBITIOUS ]. but who knows? the gossip mill says [ HE TOOK THE ROLE OF SECOND IN COMMAND BECAUSE HE DOESN'T VALUE HIMSELF AND WOULD BE FINE PUTTING HIMSELF IN DANGER FOR THE BETTERMENT OF HIS COMMUNITY ].

HEADCANONS

Austin was born to a family that lived in the trailer park and grew up to rent out his own trailer in the same park. I'm open to siblings, particularly sisters, that Austin has always taken care of. When he was younger, his family needed him to keep track of things at home because all of the adults were busy and he still does everything that he can. His mother was under 18 when she had him, his father was shit and all of his siblings have different fathers. All of them are absent too and Austin never took any of them seriously. At least he was the only kid his mom had before she was ready for one. I'm up for planned and unplanned siblings. The youngest (NPC) is a brother that's a child and he was planned. His mom was empty nesting and missed having children around, so she had another one. Austin thinks his mom can be a little shortsighted, but he's more than willing to help her out. He's always there for his sisters too and spends most of his money on them.

At the same time, he takes on as much as he can for the Krakens, as someone that truly believes in their meaning. He's not hoping to go to jail or have to throw himself in front of violence, he will do so if he needs to. As far as he's concerned, if someone has to do something negative it should be him. He's protective of the Krakens, like he is at home with his blood family.

He got with the Krakens because growing up, he watched the violence around him and wound up in more than one fight.

With the rest of his time, he works, hoping to save up enough to get his family out of the trailer park. Most of his money goes into helping his family.

With others, he can come off as standoffish and maybe even mean just by the way he looks, but he's not a bad guy. At the core of things, he really does want to keep the town safe, so bullying people or being ruder than he needs to be would make that mission harder. There's no reason for him to add to the problem. He might even help you out if you need something. This standoffish quality was worse before the Krakens, before he started to feel like he was really making a difference and before he had a group of people to stand behind him if his trailer park origins became a problem.

#angelridgeintro #content: bio #content: private

[sebastianshaw]

BASICS

LEGAL NAME: S.ebasitan Hiram S.haw

ALIASES: None, Black King and Lord Imperial are titles, though I headcanon he’s used some various aliases, mainly with surnames like Black and King because he thinks he’s clever. Was also “Kaundinya” in one thread.

DATE OF BIRTH: December 28, 1938. Yes, he was born in the late 30s. And is only in his mid-50s. And has not undergone any age-reversal process, nor does he age at a slower rate. He’s just a comic book character, so accept it.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Small steel mill/mining town near Pittsburgh, PA

CURRENTLY LIVING: Manhattan and Krakoa are his primary residences

SEX: Male.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English canonically, I also headcanon a full command of Catalan and Castilian Spanish as well as Mandarin and Cantonese, probably also some understanding of Japanese, Arabic, Farsi, and Italian. . .it’s easier to learn languages when you had a telepath in your employ for several years who could download it into your brain

EDUCATION: Public school, unspecified degree from the Stevens Institute

SKILLS: Grappling, engineering, probably some welding, gourmet palate for food/whiskey/wine/tea as well as fragrances, probably a whole lot of Classy Stuff

OCCUPATION: CEO of Shaw Industries,

HAIR COLOR: Graying black.

EYE COLOR: Dark. He’s drawn with blue, black, gray, and brown eyes variously in canon, and I don’t have a specific preference for my version. Just dark, whatever hue.

HEIGHT: 6′2

WEIGHT: Officially listed at 214 lbs

FAMILY INFORMATION

SIBLINGS: None

PARENTS: Jacob Shaw, mother unknown

CHILDREN: LOTS

PETS: Numerous horses

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS:  I count him as widowed, though he was never technically married, just engaged. Single and stalwartly so.

SINCE WHEN: Years

tagged by: @taliaromanova

tagging: u if you want <3

#out of shirt

[sammichly]

by far my favourite clone headcanon is that all of the clones are just horrible gossips. and I mean TERRIBLE. you tell one clone something and before the hour is out the whole legion knows. everyone knows everyone's business there are no secrets

the clone rumour mill is always working at 110% no paid overtime and as always things quickly get wildly exaggerated.

"dude I heard commander tano bit a seppies hand off"

"I heard Cody has an eight pack"

utter ridiculousness and perfect for shenanigans I love them

#tcw #clones #clones having a rumour mill to rival the jedi brings me so much joy #everyone knows cody and obi wan are getting it on within the first week of it becoming Official #cody knows everyone knows and he has lost all of his dignity in the face of his brothers #poor obi wan has no clue and thinks he is keeping this a secret very well actually #hilarity

[saynotoshityouhate]

**links to my shit**

welcome to my list of links.

YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO COPY OR TRANSLATE MY STORIES. MINORS DNI.

ao3 Link

My 2022 Year in Review

Adam Sackler

Bluebird 

Chaos

Waking up with Sackler

Cute Date Idea - Pottery

NSFW Headcanon

A New Prop

Puppy Love

Sniffles

Home

Across the Alley (ADCU Fic Exchange Summer 21)

Squirt Guns & Switches (ADCU Fic Exchange Summer 21)

Whimper

5 Sentence Fic - Touch you here?

Ben Sackler (Ben Solo + Adam Sackler Hybrid)

My Turn

Kylo Ren

Full Court Press - a collaborative fic with @weareallstoriesintheend​

Full Court Press - Part 1/2

Full Court Press - Part 2/2

Clyde Logan

Lakeside Picnic

Closing Time

Rubber Band Rings

Jack Gladney

Sunday Nights

Charlie Barber

Tight Spaces

Read your Audience

Free Trial Membership

The Better

101 ways to say I love you prompt

Seasons of Love (ADCU Fic Exchange Fall 21)

Commander Mills

Moonlight

Flip Zimmerman

In the Heat of the Night (A collab with @ladyinwriting18 )

Paterson

Cute Date Idea - Sunrise

Cherry Blossoms

Bruce Banner

For Science

For Science Chapter 1

For Science Chapter 2

For Science Chapter 3 

For Science Chapter 4

For Science Chapter 5

One Shots

Cute Date Idea - Zoo

Lab Tease

Bruce, Reader & Baby Eden

Come Back to Us

Cupcakes

Telling Bruce You’re Expecting

Bucky Barnes

Taking Back Control

You Shook Me All Night Long

I can’t stop thinking of this man’s grumpy mug.

Aftercare with Bucky

Sparring with Bucky

Keeping you cool

Fixing the AC

BestBoyfriend!Bucky and WFH

Cute Date Idea - Karaoke

Glasses Stay On

You’re Perfect to Me

Maintenance Man

Bad Brain Day

Drabble - Be Quiet, You

Steve & Bucky

Don’t Do This

Steve Rogers

Hot Morning

NSFW Headcanon

#master list #saynotoshityouhate

[glowingbadger]

Seteth degrading the reader and maybe showing his dom dragon side?

Dom Seteth is my favorite Seteth 🥺❤️

Dom!Seteth (FE3H) x AFAB Reader

CW: Degradation, over-stimulation, my crippling Seteth addiction

(this is another one of those things that ended up as like half fic half headcanons idk I always get carried away with Seteth egspgoeiwjg)

NSFW 18+

- you'd had your fun during the day with your ever-stern lover. As you both went about dull paperwork and over-long meetings, you had taken every opportunity to let your touch linger at the small of his back, down his arm, and even once across his backside. You'd whispered absolute filth into his ear, ensuring that your breath would tease its pointed contour, then watched his complexion turn a lovely pink. Of course you knew that Seteth planned to punish you when you entered his quarters that night, but you may not have been prepared for the full extent of said punishment.

- He's still milling through supply orders and relief funding at the desk in his bedroom (sometimes you wonder why he doesn't just put his bed in his office). He gives you a curt nod when you approach, but then you climb onto his lap and his stoney gaze levels on you. "You made for quite a distraction today, Y/N. I do hope you realize your behavior was patently unacceptable." You nuzzle against his chest, straddling his thigh as you say with all the innocence you can muster, "I need you, Seteth- you've been so busy lately, we haven't had time..." He sighs, and his eyes scan your body, then return to his work. "Use my leg if you must, but don't be a nuisance. It's thanks to your antics that I wasn't able to finish all of this earlier."

- Seteth pointedly ignores your soft little whimpers at his neck as you grind yourself against his thigh. Between layers of clothing, there's no way this could come close to true satisfaction- but your need to touch him, to have him any way you can, drives you to wantonly rub yourself against him. He only once glances away from his work to mutter, "Look at you, rutting against me like an animal in heat. Absurd." with evident scorn in his voice. His tone only arouses you more, flooding your lower body with anxious warmth. Eventually, you're too tense, too desperate for him. Your hands paw at his sturdy chest, and you whine out, "Seteth, pleeease~" to which he only replies, "Behave," as he strikes your ass with his palm once.

- It feels like an eternity before Seteth finally sets down his work for the evening- and part of you suspects that he intentionally took his time, letting you stew in your unfulfilled need as you uselessly fucked yourself against his leg. He gives another bemused sigh and turns your face towards him with a hand. "Now, what to do about you." he muses, and your eyes light up immediately.

- He gives you firm and blunt instructions, reprimanding you each time you hesitate or talk back. Soon enough, you're on your back on his bed, having been made to undress for him piece by piece as he stood stoically and observed. He, in turn, only removes his outer robes, remaining in his white undershirt and breeches. Then, he uses the cloth belt from said robes to bind your wrists together above your head, and your heart pounds in anticipation.

- His hand slides between your thighs, which you willingly part for him, and two fingers immediately set to work around your clit. You gasp out his name and your hips pitch up towards him- and at first, you expect him to scold you, but he doesn't. Instead, he focuses down, circling and stroking your tender little clit, rapidly building you towards climax. You wonder if he intends to edge you as punishment, but it seems this isn't his plan either. Your breath catches, the tension winds wonderfully at your core, then you moan aloud for him as his fingers push you to release. Through you're haze of pleasure, you're frankly surprised. You wouldn't have thought he'd be so charitable, given the circumstances.

- Then, a jolt runs up your spine. His fingertips flick across your over-sensitive clit, and you gasp, your thighs reflexively twitching inward. Seteth only abandons your gushing cunt long enough to force your legs back open, but he returns to punish you soon enough. From then, you're subjected to unbearable pleasure. You whimper and plead with him, but he refuses to let up. Soon enough, your own juices coat his hand and your inner thighs, to say nothing of the sheets. And still, he's merciless. You cum again. Two fingers plunge into you without a moment's rest, and his thumb is at your clit now. Tears bead the corners of your eyes, but he only watches you coldly as he says, "If you insist upon behaving yourself like a common whore, then you will be treated like one as well. Do I make myself clear?"

- It's not long before you're reduced to an incoherent mess beneath him, half-lidded eyes gazing absently up at him as he cleans your fluids from his hand with your discarded clothing. "Now then," he begins as he rids himself of the remainder of his own clothes, "How many times have you cum?" You mumble something near nonsensical- a blind plea for time to rest. Seteth kneels above you and roughly turns you over onto your stomach. "Answer me, Y/N," he says, his voice rising dangerously, "How many times have I made you cum like the desperate, pathetic creature that you are?" You search your memory and quickly respond, "Fuh- five?" "Correct." he says simply. You feel his strong hands spreading your ass cheeks from behind, and you stammer out, "Please... please, Seteth, I- I can't take anymore-" "You can, and you will," He commands, and next, his bulging cockhead is pushing into you, and the tears are back in your eyes as you gasp and pant, willing yourself to bear the stimulation. "This is what you wanted, isn't it Y/N?" he growls into your ear.

- His hands hold onto your hips painfully tight. Ordinarily, he eases his length into you, taking care to allow you to adjust to his considerable size. Tonight, he pushes into you to the base in one thrust, and your body simply has to stretch to accommodate him. He releases your hips suddenly to instead prop himself up with his hands on either side of you, and he begins to buck into you. He's mounted you like a beast, and now he's fucking you like you exist to take his cock. You see his fists clench the sheets beside you- this isn't an act, you realize, he's finally lost himself in this role, and you couldn't be happier with the results.

- Seteth pounds into you, the bedframe shakes beneath you, and it's all you can do to brace yourself against the headboard with your wrists still bound to keep yourself in place for him. He bites at the back of your shoulder muscle hard, marking you instantly, and you merely gasp out and accept his harsh, impassioned treatment. He throbs powerfully inside of you, and you utter a truly pitiable whine.

- You have no way of knowing how long this lasts- you're a mindless mess beneath him- but at long, long last, Seteth bares his teeth and groans, pinning you down against the mattress. He pours his cum into you in waves, his length twitching against your raw and over-spent inner walls. And at last, the bedroom is quiet save for your helpless, soft little whimpers, and his heavy breath behind you.

- "Well," he huffs as he pulls out of you in one motion, then falls onto the bed beside you, "I do hope you've learned a valuable lesson today."

#my seteth favoritism is way too obvious i'm sorry ugh #seteth #fire emblem #seteth x reader #fire emblem x reader #dom seteth #seteth smut #fire emblem smut #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fire emblem imagines #fire emblem headcanons #seteth headcanons #feh

[scolopendress-tag]

I said I'd make a post detailing my kid Asra working for Lucio theory in this post so here it is! 

So Let's get STARDED.

So! To start off, how it began. We do know when Asra and Muriel were kids, Lucio came to them each seperately with a deal.

Essentially: work for me, or I'll hurt your friend.

This was the sentiment he repeated for both of them. So, not wanting the other to be harmed, they both agree - unaware of the other's deal.

For Muriel, it was playing heel/excecutioner at the coleseium. For Asra, it was doing... Well, we never know, aside from he worked under Lucio. But that's what we are here to discuss in any case.

Continued under the read more, for the sake of people's dashes.

Now presumably, if I got my timeline right, Asra at this time would've been around 12 or 13. We don't know much about how Asra was when he was younger, other than that he has certainly changed.

It's also worth noting that it's not amiss to say they were both also still homeless at the time, and the hut hadn't come into the play until after.

Asra was still living on the streets.

This all isn't overly important for any of my claims later, but perhaps someone else could make something of it. It does provide us with some framing for the situation as a whole, though.

Now onto Asra's time under Lucio. I don't know that we have any indication of how long it was, but presumably at least a year if not more.

We do also know that Lucio knew who Asra was. Both in that he knew Aisha and Salim had a kid, and that he knew Asra was said kid.

This is bring this up because we know Aisha and Salim were incredibly talented, and likely incredibly powerful. Lucio wouldn't settle for any run of the mill magician or alchemist for the work he needed. So he must've had some idea that Asra may take after that power as well.

To top it off, he also interacted and talked with the dock kids he also used, (two of which would actually later become palace guards,) and seeing as this is seemingly how he learned of Muriel, it's not off to think that this is also how he heard of Asra again to start. The kids knew of Asra's magic, and roughly where he was, and could've even continued talking about both Muriel and Asra to Lucio for unknown amounts of time.

So now Lucio knows that the kid of his two powerful practitioners of magic is not only still around, but taking after them as well.

If Muriel's intimidating size and physical power are what drew Lucio to him, why wouldn't Asra's considerable metaphysical power and talents draw Lucio in as well?

We know how much Lucio loves power, and that he has an interest in magic because of it, as mentioned in the main story. (no ss sorry... If you have one send so I can add. )

Plus, homeless kid in a vulnerable spot. Easy pickings.

That's what I think this whole thing was about, really. It's all power. Though Asra likely didn't have the full scope of power he does in the current game, he was probably still considerably talented, and was only getting better.

What Lucio specifically probably wanted from Asra then was either to be taught how to use that power, to use Asra for things that required it, and/or use his power for entertainment akin to how he used Muriel.

I think out of these however, using him for his power was most likely. Why? (And teaching him now, more on that further down)

(Sorry for bad quality lmao it's a small image. Also thanks to @8-bit-space for showing these to me like months ago. As you can see I can't stop thinking abt it)

These are screenshots from the old prologue. While they're not canon any more, there's reason to believe they still hold merit as to how Lucio feels about Asra.

Two things to me are major here. First is the "powerful potent magic," and how it's the "real deal," equating to a large part of how he views Asra yet again tying back to a heavy interest in his power. Now, you could argue this relates to using his powers in the palace during the plague, but the second point stands out even more to me.

"The one who broke him for me?"

What this implies to me is that Lucio could never quite get all the way through to Asra or control him when he was younger, and he's been dying to do so. He wanted Asra broken, presumably so that he'll become essentially a tool for him to use for his skill and not put up a fight- something Asra likely did as a child.

Because it seems that Lucio for the most part relied on control through fear when it came to Asra, threatening to hurt Muriel, lying to him about how he executed his parents, likely other things as well. But things seem to point to that never quite working like he had hoped.

This could allude to this as well. Though "impossible" is something Asra's been called a few times, namely also by Julian, there's no reason to assume Lucio wasn't also including his work with him as a kid in "always". Impossible to hate could be his draw to Asra for his power, his talent, his skills, the prospect of which I'm sure Lucio found practically mouthwatering. Impossible to love could be his stubbornness or reluctance to do what Lucio wants, always pushing against him or being hard to deal with, both as a kid and during the plague.

And lines like this, where he calls him a coward. I find it hard to relate this to the plague ritual as he was for the most part willingly helping with that, so it could be resenment for when Asra eventually ran off as a kid, unwilling to put up with him any longer, or his reluctance to do certain things for him then in general.

We know, and it has even been mentioned by a character within the canon, that Asra can be incredibly stubborn, to back that up. Plus, he could've been even harder to work with then both being a kid and as I mentioned earlier he has changed from how he was then, so he could've had more spunk to him or such.

This also easily means that what Lucio was trying to get Asra to do then was something Asra was quite obviously opposed to. Being used for his power is already degrading enough, but there could be more to it.

You'll notice in the post that was linked at the top (the reason I'm writing this) I mentioned pushing Asra to his physical limits and magical extremes. This could be one of the reasons for a push back.

If Lucio was having Asra do things for him involving magic, it's not out of pocket to assume he'd practically run him into the ground- I'm sure he really wouldve loved testing the limits of what Asra could REALLY do.

Wether it be huge expendure of power all at once, or tons of smaller things one after the other, it would absolutely take it's toll. We are shown a few times that using magic can exhaust someone, and I don't remember if this is shown in canon ever (tell me if so!) but pushing it even further could definitely lead to other things such as passing out, (Or nosebleeds, for the aesthetic,) alongside likely being incredibly painful and draining, both mentally and physically.

Basically, abusing his powers and the body that commanded them. It's also possible that the stubborness to work with Lucio could also be partially percieved because of this- Lucio taking Asra's literal physical inability to continue as defiance.

Another reason for push back from Asra would be making him do morally compromising things. This is a little more vague, but intimidation is a common headcanon I see for what Lucio made Asra do, and that could tie in here. Other things could be meddling in things and business he shouldn't, but again, it's a vague thing. Make of it what you will. Fucked up stuff all around.

[EDIT - TEACHING LUCIO]

(THANK YOU @tea-tye for showing me these, and credits to @hangedman-magician for the video they came from!!!!!!!)

...I cannot BELIEVE I forgot this, I KNEW I was missing something. Especially when I was fairly certain I remember Lucio being obsessed with the idea of magic. SO, MOVING ON,

There's not terribly much to pick apart here as it's rather direct- Asra saying he has in fact tried to teach Lucio magic. So in my eyes this solidifies that this was a component of Asra's time under Lucio. I still think my points about Lucio treatment (pushing Asra to his limits) stand, as well.

This can also tie in the stubborness mentioned as, well, can you imagine teaching Lucio? Asra backs this up by saying nothing he has ever said stuck with Lucio, and you know how Lucio gets when things don't go his way. He would've blamed his inability to learn on Asra, likely.

Looking to other quotes mentioned: the 'broke him' line still rings to me like he was trying to use Asra in other ways, and the 'coward' line could go either way from refusing to teach Lucio certain things, or refusing to do certain things for Lucio when he was merely being used. The "impossible" line could also go for others, as trying to teach someone like Lucio would've undoubtedly caused some head butting.

This is certainly really exciting and interesting to me as it gives a more complete picture on the exact situation at hand here. I still stay by my reasoning for Lucio simply using Asra as well on top of being taught because it seems highly likely that Lucio would've been too impatient to learn to do certain things himself, and like I said as well, I don't doubt he also just wanted to see what Asra was REALLY capable of. Something he could've saw as a tantalizing insight into the kind of power he could aquire of this kid would just... work with him.

NOW we have a MUCH clearer answer as to what exactly Asra was likely doing under Lucio, or at this point, almost certainly doing. It's a sad picture for Asra of course, but with this you can draw some interesting points as to how he could've been affected by this, as I'm sure it would've left some kind of imprint on him.

Sure it may not have been as traumatic as what Muriel went through, but when you look at it, it's hard to say it DIDN'T leave it's scars. If we consider all the points presented in this post truth we have:

A 12/13 yo homeless child, threatened with his friend's life to work for the Count that he knew was the one responsible for orphaning him and making him homeless in the first place.

Said child believing his parents are still alive, and as we see in Travel at Night, could very likely still be trying to find them. In a situation like Asra's that glimmer of hope probably was a big deal in helping him push on. This may also be a reason he agreed on top of Muriel's safety.

While working under the count, he is told that his parents were executed, no doubt devastating. The manner in which this was mentioned is up for debate, and could affect exactly how it was taken. Options could be Lucio joking or bragging about it (treating it as trivial or an accomplishment), or using it to threaten Asra, (as in I killed your parents, I'll kill you too,) both would work when it comes to controlling by fear.

It is also mentioned that Lucio told him the reason for his parents execution is that they messed up his gold arm, so Asra also has the knowledge that his parents were killed over something so unbelievably trivial.

Being used as a source of power and nothing else, both for teaching and pure work/entertainment, all for the man who killed his parents, day after day.

Being pushed to physically painful and mentally draining limits, expending so much energy that he completely exhausts himself, day after day.

Likely taking all sorts of verbal abuse from Lucio, day after day.

Like mentioned earlier, it seems clear that Lucio wanted to break Asra, so some other form of trying to chip away at his psyche to make him more convenient for Lucio is likely as well.

Those points alone, to yet again a CHILD no less, seem more than enough to cause some traumatic impact, and depending on certain specifics of what exactly went on during that time, it could be worse. I may make a post looking into the long lasting effects of this on Asra, I may not. It would mostly be headcanon regardless. If you want to add your hc relating to this situation though, I'll gladly reblog it!

And now that we are closing out, it's time to revise my summary. So, without further ado, THIS is what I think was going on during this time.

Lucio knows of Asras existence and parentage.

Lucio learns Asra is around and that he's got power.

Lucio LOVES power, so he threatens Asra into working for him.

Lucio uses Asra for his power and to be taught how to use it for himself.

While using Asra for his knowledge and power, runs him into the ground by pushing his limits to physical and magical degrees, possibly even moral.

Asra pushes back against a lot of this, or is at least percieved to, frustrating Lucio.

Lucio does what he can to try and control Asra even more, primarily via fear, but can't seem to crack him.

Eventually it's too much, and Asra leaves. Likely when the plague hit like Muriel, but it's possible it could've been somewhat sooner. Lucio is PISSED, because he wanted that magical power all to himself.

Less related, I can see Lucio trying to brush it off and pretending to be fine with it, excuse being "he was too difficult to work with, anyways," or something.

...And then... years later, as far as Lucio sees it, Asra comes crawling back- and he's tamed down to a degree! He's actually working with him. Lucio might not know what or who did it, but Asra is finally broke for him, and I'm sure he was absolutely ecstatic to have that power back in his hands- and more than ever before.

Think of all of this as you would like!

At the end this is all still speculative, so definitely feel free to make your own points or say if you feel any different abt anything- expansions or counters on this theory/headcanon welcome!

And if you also have any other screenshots or info not here that could add to the theory or change the outlook of certain things definitely add them!!! I feel like I'm missing stuff for sure, and my memory has probably muddled some things (hopefully I didn't get anything wrong, though.)

And @asrascherry thanks for the offer in helping word my hcs also! I forgot to say that. This one is just so long I wouldve felt bad bringing it all to you 😔 it's probably still messy as a result but I tried lmao (worried it's repetitive or unclear 😬)

Uh yeah! That's mostly it for NOW.

+All the love to Asra for going through so much I'm so sorry bb,,

Thanks for reading!

#asra #the arcana #the arcana game #asra alnazar #asra the arcana

[wri0thesley]

May I request some La Squadra childhood headcanons (upbringing/family/habits/demeanor) :)) Maybe Mista and Abbacchio too if it’s not too much trouble since we already saw a bit of baby Bruno and it made me so curious about the other two! I always imagined Abbacchio to be a bit of a teacher’s pet as a kid lol. Your writing brings me life tysm!!!!

warnings for abusive family, human experimentation, misogyny, illness, hospitals, death, etc! 

Risotto’s family did not care much about him. He’s the middle child of five - they grew up in a rural part of Sicily, in a house that used to be a farmhouse but was merely a house by the time Risotto came along (aside from a flock of chickens constantly in the gardens). He had a traditional Italian family full of people - various aunts, uncles and cousins - but his cousin was his favourite, seeing in Risotto’s quiet nature something similar to his own. Risotto was uncomfortable with there being too many people around and found his home life cramped and uncomfortable and loud. At the local village school he was often hunted out for games of sport (his height and muscle growing in at an early age), but he shied away from making friends, not sure how to handle himself around people who shouted and laughed, envying his siblings for everything seeming so natural. He often stayed with the cousin, and it’s through them he discovered metal music and his now signature look. His parents didn’t have time for him, but his cousin always did, becoming a makeshift father figure where Risotto’s failed. He grew very attached, and as we know, his cousins death hit him hard. 

Formaggio grew up with a single father; his mother simply disappeared in the middle of the night and he never heard from her again. He was always loud, brash and cocky - his father was much the same way. They moved around from place to place, his father taking odd jobs to sustain them and never really getting the hang of them. His father was fairly young and a perpetual teenager, and Formaggio was much the same way. Despite living in occasional poverty, he always had a smile and he and his father were close to one another. He did not really make friends - other children were aware of his unwashed clothes, the fact his lunch was not made as neatly as theirs, the fact that his address was a one-bedroom apartment on the bad side of town - so he turned to acting out and violence, gaining a reputation as a Badly Behaved Child. His father fell into Passione in the need to support his son, and like father like son, Formaggio followed in his footsteps at fourteen (finding a camaraderie and sense of responsibility he never had at school and subsequently just stopping going there). 

Illuso got into Passione for the money and the power. He was an only child and he had a nice upbringing, honestly - he just found himself not special at anything, and he desperately wanted to be. He flitted from hobby to hobby and interest to interest; he was clever and he noticed things, and neither of his parents really knew how to deal with their sharp-tongued child. He was a bit of a bully at school, but not the kind that is ever found out - Illuso’s bullying was quieter than that, whispered words and rumours that never seemed to find their way back to him. He was well-acquainted with blackmail before he turned sixteen. He knew how to sniff out weaknesses in other people - he was always surrounded by people, but it was a lottery as to whether they liked Illuso or whether they just didn’t want to be on his wrong side. Always willing to volunteer for things, too confident for his own good - eventually, he stopped caring about being ‘special’ at something, and just worked on being the ‘best around him’. 

Melone’s backstory can be found here. Both of his parents were academics and lecturers in genetic science, and he’s the eldest child by eight years. His family moved around rather a lot. He has two younger sets of twins as siblings; one set of boys, and one set of girls. Growing up, his parents considered him less interesting and a little slow - he turned to science and genetics as a way to get their attention and praise; despite the fact he showed a natural affinity for it, by this time, they were far more interested in experimenting on their younger children and Melone was ignored. His nature is curious and insistent - he learnt to insist or to be ignored. He had to look after his younger siblings a lot growing up; they were home-schooled where he was not, and the strange separation of them and him and all of the children at school (Melone not quite fitting into either group) meant that he always seemed just a little off. 

Prosciutto is a mafia man through and through. His family are entrenched in old bloodlines and uninvestigated deaths - unfortunately, though, they are a family that had somewhat fallen from grace by Prosciutto’s birth. The definition of faded glamour and keeping up appearances; rooms in a big, drafty old house that have an old bed and a falling apart dressing table. His father always talked to him about how it was his and his brothers’ job to keep the bloodline going - a traditional chauvinist of a man. His mother was very quiet and pretty; she encouraged him to small interests like old music and fashion, but was always silent around her husband. He grew up knowing his life was expendable. Youngest son of two; his elder brother died within months of finally being given his assignment within Passione and honestly, Prosciutto knows his father would rather he have died. A quiet little boy who did not make friends (he had a tutor) and had too much of the weight of the world on his shoulders in the knowledge of how many of his mother’s jewels were pasteboard, where the guns were kept, and just how many people he saw regularly were murderers. At his assignment at sixteen, Prosciutto had to learn exactly how to blend in, because many of the mafiosos he was suddenly surrounded by did not appreciate what they saw as his superiority. 

Pesci was an only child of a single mother; his father passed away when he was young. He was rather sickly growing up, and it made his mother indulgent - despite growing up fairly middle class, he never wanted for anything, and they lived well beyond their means. His mother fussed over him, always afraid that he was going to have a relapse into his childhood illness - very much a child wrapped in cotton wool. It gave him his own complex about taking risks; he didn’t want to get hurt. He didn’t want to be rejected by other children. He was slow at his schoolwork but devoted to his mother, and other children saw him as a prime target to bully. He was kicked around a lot at school and it eventually made him too easy to subdue when he suddenly filled out and shot up and became a threat; found himself, too often, a henchman to more articulate, meaner children. Grateful to be accepted, he went along with the flow, despite feeling in the very core of his gut that he was disgusted by them. He ended up in Passione because his mother needed medical treatment and in trying to sort it out realised just how much debt they were in.

Ghiaccio just had a normal run-of-the-mill described as ‘average’ by everyone upbringing - both of his parents, an only child, a mother with a professional job, middle-class. His father was partially deaf - in my experience, people with deaf parents either speak very loudly or very quietly, and Ghiaccio has gone for the former. He learnt LIS at a very early age, and it’s part of the reason he can be so anal about pronunciation and language as a whole - he’s utterly fascinated by it, and that fascination started in early childhood. His parents were also indulgent of him, but having a younger brother meant that he didn’t get the full brunt of that indulgence - his brother was a little more of a ‘rough and tumble’ boy. He liked football and weights, and when he took up a sport Ghiaccio’s parents decided Ghiaccio should learn to do something too and asked him what he thought - they were surprised when he said ice skating, but figured he would go into ice hockey or something. He didn’t. For a while, he was fairly well-known in the competitive figure skating under eighteens circuit. It gave him two things; one, a competitive need to win and be good at things (and a propensity to tantrum when he lost) and two, a taste for flashy, expensive things (have you seen this man’s car). His parents eventually didn’t know how to deal with his arrogance, and he fell into Passione based on a ‘sponsor’ he ended up embroiled with at nineteen when his parents didn’t want to fund his ‘hobby’ anymore (they kept pouring resources into his younger brother, of course - Ghiaccio always felt a bit like they didn’t take him seriously). He left ice skating competitively behind, but he couldn’t leave behind the nice things or the anger issues he accrued. 

I’ve written about Sorbet and Gelato’s childhood/backstory here! But a brief, shorter version:

Gelato had a loving family and a privileged upbringing. Always enough money, always enough to eat - an only child, who perhaps was a little rowdy at school but whomst his parents were very proud of. Both of them were traditional types; thinks a man should be strong, should be the real driving force of all relationships - they were extremely proud of him going into the army. Cleverer than people tend to give him credit for, sharp-eyed, a constant humming need to be doing something with his hands. 

Sorbet was orphaned at a young age in a house fire and taken in by a church orphanage. He’s quiet but equally clever; his cleverness tends to be a little less in your face. He was a comforting presence to other people and took care of the younger boys (even now, he feels a sense of duty to some of La Squadra) - being low-voiced, soothing and commanding. He spent a lot of time reading. The church orphanage was poor; Sorbet has learnt to appreciate luxury where Gelato takes it for granted and it’s part of the reason he’s so concerned with finances even in his forties. 

Abbacchio grew up in a houseful of women. His father left when he was still young; he was . . . not a nice man, and Abbacchio has vague memories of his mother carefully applying concealer over black eyes. It’s part of the reason Abbacchio became a police officer - knowing that he was still out there, not paying for what he’d done . . . Abbacchio wanted to ensure other people did not go through it. He had a little sister (by six years) who adored him, and his grandmother (who had once been an opera singer and still had a touch of that old-time glamour). He was fairly well off; at least, after he and his mother went to live with her mother again. His grandmother was EXTREMELY indulgent of her serious pretty-eyed grandson (his affinity for opera comes from her) who wanted so hard to be a Good Man. He was made fun of as a child for being a teacher’s pet and a nerd, you’re right - he adopted being a goth and dressing like that fairly early in his life. Nobody was going to threaten to punch him in leather and black lipstick, he thought - and nobody, too, needed to know that his CD player was blasting Monteverdi and not heavy metal. 

Mista was the only child of an unreliable mother and a father who left when he was four (he kept very vaguely in touch; Mista has three little sisters who he sees occasionally but keeps quiet about his employ to. After the events of VA, he’s established a fund for each of them, but he wasn’t really permitted to see them much growing up). Even after his parents leaving and his neighbour’s loss of an eye (and the subsequent setting in of his fear of the number four), he was an easy-going child who made friends easily and smiled at all and sundry; he was never particularly book-clever, but he was good-natured and had many friends. His mother’s lack of reliability meant that he became very fond of simple things other people took for granted - when she died, he was sad, but his life did not change much. He’d already learnt to fend for himself when it came to food and the like; often coming home to an empty house and simply making do. (The lack of food in the house is part of the reason he gained such an affinity for things he saw as luxuries like wines and cheeses). He learnt to use his dark eyes and charming smile and warm nature to win sleepovers with schoolfriends and evening meals with their parents. Always a little bit behind his peers in having cool gadgets or interesting stories, Mista was content just to have a simple life and good health. 

#jjba #jojo headcanons #risotto nero #formaggio #illuso #prosciutto #pesci #melone #ghiaccio #sorbet #gelato #leone abbacchio #guido mista #Anonymous

[brandyllyn]

NSFW Alphabet Poe Dameron

More of my work (and actual fics at AO3)

A= Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Poe is the King of Aftercare. Once he’s caught his breath he’ll wrap his whole body around you and stroke your back and hair. Or he goes to get a wet cloth to help clean you up. After one particularly fun night he managed to change the sheets while you were too boneless to move.

He just likes to hold you, to match his breathing to yours, to feel you relax into his arms.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s always thought he had a very royal looking nose. He broke it once as a kid and was more upset that it might be permanently mis-shaped than he was by the pain.

He loves your hands. Well, he loves all of you and if you asked him he’d probably say you had beautiful breasts and then distract you for a while. But the truth is there is something about your hands. About your fingers gliding across his skin, the way they look when they’re clenching against him, or holding his cock …

Yeah, he loves your hands.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He’s not really turned on or off by cum if he’s being honest. Like, it’s a thing that happens as a result of all the other stuff going on. His biggest concern is always how you feel about it. Do you want / need to be cleaned up quickly?

However, there was a time, an hour or two after a quickie, when he saw you on your shift and just knew that you still had his cum on your thighs that he found himself so hard he had to sit down and lean over to avoid embarrassing himself.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you two ever spent any real time talking to each other, he used to think about you when he masturbated. He’d seen you a few times - across the hangar or in Command - and there was something about your smile. Your laugh. Your eyes. Maker, something about your whole body. When he’d gone to bed that night he hadn’t done it intentionally, but when he took his cock in his hand it was you that sprang into his mind and he couldn’t make you leave. So he’d sunk into it. Imagining your soft skin and how you might taste.

The fantasy ended up falling short of the reality.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Despite what the rumor mill says, Poe hasn’t actually been with all that many people. He had a steady boyfriend in his teenage years, a couple of hookups as a spice runner, and then he joined the Resistance and there just wasn’t time to really fool around. Also, by then he’d started to really want to find a connection with someone and that was really hard to do in the middle of a war.

What he lacks in experience he makes up for in attentiveness. He takes direction well and is incredibly attuned to your body. He wants to pleasure you and is willing to do almost anything to make that happen.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Sitting face to face. He loves when you’re riding him, when he has both hands free to touch you - but there is just something so intimate of having you in his lap. Of being able to touch whatever he wants, to kiss you while he rocks inside you.

His second favorite is literally any other position you two can think of.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

To your surprise, while he is goofy during foreplay a lot - once you’re both in the homestretch he’s hyper-focused on your pleasure. The jokes, the teasing, the humor all tend to fall away when it gets down to brass tacks. He just takes your pleasure so seriously. He studies you, learns you, listens intently to every single sound your body makes and responds to it. He can’t do that if he’s joking around.

Unless he’s edging you. Then he’s absolutely insufferable which only adds to the overall frustration. And he knows it.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Despite the thick eyebrows, mass of untamed curls, and permanent five o’clock shadow above the shoulders, he’s actually fairly hairless below. A nice trail of hair from his ribcage down to under his pants - something you just love running your fingers down and he’s more than happy to let you. 

Down low he is a mess. Look, as said above, despite all the rumors he really doesn’t have sex all that often. There’s just not time for it. And he never saw any reason to waste time down there when he could be reviewing mission logs or getting hours flying.

Once you two start seeing each other regularly he keeps things down below a lot tidier.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

One of the things Poe does, that you’ve never really experienced before, is that when he comes he doesn’t close his eyes. His jaw will drop, his brow furrow, but his eyes never close - staying locked on your face instead. He asks you to do the same sometimes, when you can, when you’re able to tell up from down at that point. He just loves the shared moment of connection - of knowing exactly who he’s holding in his arms and that all you can see in that moment is him.

For this reason, he’s not a big fan of positions where he can’t see your face. Maybe for a little while, they are fun, but he always wants to come from a position where he can see you.

Outside of bed, he’s always touching you. Soft touches as he walked by, a kiss on your shoulder when he thinks no one’s looking. And he whispers compliments to you. How beautiful you are, how clever, even sometimes a 'good job' delivered with a raised eyebrow in front of the entire Command. Those make you blush and scold him later so he only does it about once a week.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

For a long time his best friend had been his hand. He knows how to get himself off in under a minute. He would always prefer to get off with you - but when he’s away on missions or when your shifts aren’t lining up he’s more than willing to do the work for himself. 

He always thinks about you when he does though.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Poe has a competence kink a fucking planet wide. There is something about seeing you, in your element, that makes him want to throw you down and fuck your brains out. Once, he heard you use the word 'immiscible' during a Command briefing and had to leave the room before he embarrassed himself. 

You thought at first he had a praise kink but the reality is he just really loves hearing you tell him how much you love him. And if the thing you love in that moment is his body then that’s fine too. But the sound of your voice, saying his name, telling him how you want to be touched, or even just asking basic everyday questions sends shivers down his spine.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Call him basic but he likes a nice big bed with clean sheets. There’s something about stretching out with you, ducking his head under the covers, and just settling into bed that he loves. He’s not opposed to other places, certainly, but when he’s imagining the two of you it’s (pretty much) always in bed.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Laughter. Joy. There is something about the sound of your laughter, the sheer happiness that it encompasses, that makes him want to wrap you up in his body and never let you go. Seeing you smile, sharing a sideways smile with you - it takes everything to not throw you over his shoulder and put you back into his bed where you belong. Where you both belong.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Poe can be aggressive, but he’s not a dom. Not by nature anyway. If you wanted him to take control like that he could do it, but he’d be too worried about hurting you to really enjoy it. A sincere nix on anything that causes you pain - even if you were to assure him you’d enjoy it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He’s not going to say no to a blowjob. Ever. But his favorite thing to do is to get between your thighs and go down on you for as long as you’ll let him. It’s not really about making you come - although that’s an added bonus - it’s about just wrapping you up in the pleasure of it and keeping you there for as long as he can. The way your fingers feel when they thread through his hair, how he can actually feel your thigh muscles twitch next to his cheek… you’ve never done it but he’d stay down there for hours if you so much as hinted you wanted him to.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow. Achingly, annoyingly slow. 

Oh, he’ll fuck you hard if you ask. If you beg. But most of the time his motto seems to be 'slow and steady wins the race'.

He’s not wrong.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Because of the war, you two find yourselves engaging in quickies most of the time. In the morning before your shifts start, occasionally in a closet or other out of the way place where you’re sure that you won’t get caught. It’s not his preference. He likes to take his time, run his hands over your body. Honestly, you’ve had sex more times than he’s actually seen you fully naked and that thought annoys him. He really likes looking at you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Within reason. Poe is willing to do pretty much anything you ask for, but he’s very aware of both his rank and the overall mission you’re both here for. If he thinks it’s something that might cause people to lose faith/trust in him, or puts the Resistance at risk in any way he’s gonna give a flat no.

This is why you’ve never had sex in, on or near his X-Wing. The risk of getting caught - a blow to how his squad might see him - is too high. As well as the concern that once he’s got real memories to add to all of his fantasies he’ll never be able to fly straight again.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Poe could literally make a day of it. Just dip down into the sheets with you and only come up again when absolutely necessary. Use his fingers and his mouth and his body to make you come again and again and again until you beg for mercy.

All day, that is, until he gets inside of you. Once that happens he’s got ten, fifteen minutes tops. Usually far far less. There’s just something about how your body squeezes around his, how wet you get for him, that makes his control fly out the window.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Poe wishes sometimes he owned toys. It hadn’t really been a thing he’s thought was worth the trouble of lugging from station to station - especially considering until recently there was no one else to use them on - and he was perfectly happy with his own hand for himself. Now that he has you, he finds himself thinking of the fun the two of you might have with some more interesting accoutrements. He probably won’t broach the subject himself, but if you did you’d find yourself looking through a catalogue with him beside you before you had a chance to say "g- spot vibrator."

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Poe loves to tease. He likes to push you - likes to see your eyes narrow when he’s being flirtatious and teasing with his words. And then to immediately whisper something naughty that leaves you hot and bothered and angry. He likes the idea of you trying to go about your day wet and needy and wanting him. His absolute favorite moments are when you get him alone and just attack him. When he can laugh at your urgency and see how much higher he can drive you before you can come.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

From years in close proximity to other people in the fleet, sharing quarters with the squad, Poe learned how to be quiet from necessity. When he’s concentrating, when he’s reaching for an orgasm, you only know what he’s feeling from the speed of his breath and the occasional very soft moans.

But boy does he like to talk. When it’s just the two of you, and he knows you both won’t be overheard, he talks constantly through foreplay. Asking what you like, what you want, how you feel. When things are heating up, it often turns into quiet whispers. Short words or your name gasped under his breath.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

While he hasn’t been in that many relationships or had that many partners (No, really. Who has the time?) Poe is a fan of pretty much everyone. He’s not really bothered too much about gender or species - although he does have a preference for beings that are roughly mammalian females. That has more to do with really liking breasts than anything else.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

About six inches, uncut. Nothing amazing or worthy of comment other than the fact that it fits inside of you like it was made for exactly that.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Surprisingly, he’s generally not had a particularly high sex drive. He’s been too busy for years dealing with the First Order to think to much about sex - and finding a person he can share that with and it not become a big awkward deal has felt like too much work.

However, now that he’s found you, he finds he’s thinking about fucking you all the time. In the morning cuddled up to you from behind he considers waking you up with his tongue, at roll call he thinks about bending you over a piece of machinery, at briefings he imagines you’re in his lap or between his legs with your lips wrapped around him.

It’s frankly embarrassing. The only thing that would make it worse is if he knew exactly how often you were thinking the exact same thing. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

Poe is 10000% a cuddler. And he’s going to do everything he has to to be sure that you’re happy and content. But once that happens he’s out like a light. There’s just something about having you in his arms that makes him sleep the deepest sleeps of his entire life.

#star wars #poe dameron #poe dameron / reader #poe dameron / you #headcanons #writing

[wyverian-lady525]

You've seen the anime? Oh, how about Mille and Hyoro headcanons?

Sure thing!💖

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Millie and Hyoro Headcanons

-We’ll set these headcanons into the setting of Stories 2, so Millie and Hyoro are as old as Lilia and Cheval, which would be around seventeen or eighteen. 

-Both of them have left Hakum to travel. Although Millie is a lot more confident to go about it than Hyoro, who took longer to leave on his own. For a start, Millie actually accompanied him a bit so he’d be more comfortable.

-Over the years, Millie has grown kinder to her friends since she was a child. That said, she will still overly tease them, but it’s always in a joking manner. But she will put her foot down and hold a grudge if she gets too annoyed.

-Hyoro has grown a lot more confident even if he still is a bit of a scaredy cat. He has even managed to beat his brother during a couple of sparring matches before he left the village.

-Millie still has Legion, her seregios, and Hyoro still has Zinrai, his zinogre.

-She always makes sure to groom Legion daily and give her a nice bath. The scales of a seregios can fall off when they get too old, being replaced with new ones, so Millie makes sure Legion’s hygiene is top priority.

-Hyoro always makes sure to take an hour out of his day to play with Zinrai. The zinogre is always a ball of energy, so his rider makes sure that he’s always getting his exercise.

-Millie used to have a crush on Cheval, and Hyoro has a crush on Millie. Now without having seen the redhead for a while, her crush faded. Hyoro sees this as his chance with Zinrai as wingman.

-Millie is more of the one going to many different places while Hyoro lingers more often. Mille can be at one place and be gone in a couple of days. Hyoro could last weeks as he gets to know the land and monsters.

-Millie often visits Lulucion to see Lilia. She has grown more open about her as a friend, not being as cold as she used to, even helping the commander on occasion with monster research.

-Hyoro still looks up to Cheval, even though they are both adults now. He just admires his courage, and it was actually what inspired him to start traveling around a bit.

-It was actually Lilia who brings the gang back together with Cheval, Lute, Hyoro and Millie. Cheval still can’t stop apologizing for how he used them many years back. Hyoro keeps telling him it’s fine while Mille teases but pretends to be angry.

-They always return to see each other in Hakum at least once a year.

-All four of them once teamed up to take down an elder dragon called Shagura Magala. In reality, someone thought it was the Black Blight, so everyone went berserk. Turns out, it was just the frenzy from this elder dragon. Still, it needed to go.

#monster hunter stories 2 #monster hunter stories #mhst #mhst2 #headcanons #millie #hyoro #mhst millie #mhst hyoro #millie headcanons #hyoro headcanons

[panlight]

I have a theory about Jasper, why does he go to school? Of course, it could be for Alice, to accompany her and because Carlisle, the leader of the coven, wants me to go. But, he also finds it very difficult to resist killing his classmates, often he is worse at controlling bloodlust, so he would have three reasons, and it is because he defies him. (1)

And of course, his life as a human was relatively difficult, he quickly joined the army due to his charisma, so dealing with people was easy, when he became second in command of Maria, who was within his skills as an empath (because according to SM that is how charisma works), but suddenly he finds himself with a challenge that he is far from being able to solve with his skills. So he is triple right, Alice, Calisle and the challenge. I don't know if I'm wrong, but I think it's something that fits his personality, because I doubt that he sees humans more than cattle, even if he failed, that there are few humans on earth?

The thing that interests me about Jasper--and why I’m kind of “meh” about headcanons that make him “only bad at this because he’s feeling everyone else’s thirst” or a 'good’ person who loves humans--is that you can read it as he absolutely would not care about eating humans if not for his gift. If he didn’t have to feel their emotions as he killed them, would he honestly be bothered by eating humans? With my personal read on him, no, he wouldn’t. He’d just be your run of the mill average vampire. He’d be like Siobhan or Benjamin or Peter and Charlotte. He wouldn’t kill cruelly or maliciously like James, but it’s just sort of a “I’m the top of the food chain, it is what it is” sort of situation. It’s his gift that made killing humans for blood untenable for him, not a sense of morality or conscience. 

And I wonder if that’s not half the reason he has such a hard time with it. Carlisle is committed to this with a deep, moral sense of right and wrong. It is WRONG to kill humans, full stop. The end. Period. Jasper just doesn’t like doing it because it makes him feel bad to feel their fear and sadness or horror and anger as they die at his hands. I mean, yeah, that sounds like a bummer! But it’s not a moral reason. Rosalie’s reasons aren’t 100% moral either, but they are something she feels deeply: she wants to be as human as possible, and ingesting human blood would make her less human (killing humans for reasons other thank drinking their blood? Negotiable). Jasper just doesn’t like how it feels, and doesn’t want to ruin things for Alice, and doesn’t want to disappoint Carlisile/Esme, but it’s not this deep-seated internal thing. It’s more “ugh I feels so weak when I succumb to the thirst” and not “my god! I killed a person! the horror!” 

I could definitely see him thinking of high school as a challenge, or a training exercise.  Exposure therapy. I definitely don’t think his heart is in it and he’s not like, making friends or worrying about how he’s gonna do on that English lit exam because that’s not the point, that’s not why he’s there. It’s trying to learn how not to be what he sees as the ‘weakest link.’ In Maria’s army his skills were useful, his gift was a blessing (as well as a curse) because it made him indispensable. But the Cullens, at least pre-Bella “danger magnet” Swan, don’t actually have that much use for a vampire-killing-machine.  SM wrote somewhere that life with the Cullens is “like an almost incomprehensible peaceful retirement” for Jasper. He’s out of his element, and the skills and ruthless streak that let him survive his time with Maria are just . . . not as helpful in a human high school, or in learning to give up human blood. 

#asks

[orsuliya]

What’s your headcanon on XQ and Awu return journey to Ningshuo at the end, they don’t have the army with them. Since it takes days to reach Ningshuo in a a carriage, I reckon lots of ‘breaks’ in between and camp fires... lots of cuddles ... kisses .. and sex ....”cuddles” under the stars?

While it's true that there is no army to accompany them this time, it's not like they are travelling alone. There's three kids to think about - or rather two and a half as Xiaohe would probably resent being lumped in with the little ones - and probably a considerable part of their household as well, not to mention the military escort. And yes, there is one. Turnip wasn't worried for Awu's safety because she'd be travelling without any armed men, he was simply dubious about their low numbers. But then, what exactly would one such as Turnip know about the average ratio of run-of-the-mill bandits to Ningshuo elite? Yeah, that's what I thought. I'm also not that sure about campfires being the accommodation of choice for the greater part of their journey. Lots of inns on the way, you know. As well as towns, some of which might or might not have thrown their gates open before Xiao Qi and his army. Surely, it would be the height of discourtesy to refuse hospitality, much less when so freely offered! Besides, something tells me that it would do everybody a lot of good to observe the people going on with their lives now that the country is stable once again. For that matter, the people could certainly do with seeing Xiao Qi in person since Cheng is experiencing a somewhat acute dearth of trustworthy public figures. That means few campfires... ...at least until they get to the less populated provinces. Then it's all about open flames and stars high above! Incidentally, it's also when getting some, ah, precious time alone becomes something of a logistical problem. Not to say there aren't any cuddles under the stars, it's just that more often than not they include one or even two little ones. Qinzhi might be somewhat used to camping outdoors after her soujourn from Ningshuo to the capital, so it's not like it should bother her, even with her previous bad experience while in Helan Zhen's hands, but I imagine the novelty might be a bit too much for little Song Guanglie. Sue me, that's what I'm naming Yuxiu's kid since Song Huaien didn't deign to do so! Eh, while we're at it, sue me twice for being a total sucker for family bonding trips. And this is totally one of those.

Anyway, kissing your wife with two sleeping children tucked in between you is not that easy! Who knew. Well, the kissing part has never been a hardship and it certainly isn't one now. Keeping from waking the little ones, on the other hand, requires a not inconsiderable amount of stealth. And no, simply refraining from kissing one's wife when she's at her most motherly was never an option. So stealth it is!

Since you don't get to be the Scourge of Hulan without acquiring some relevant skills in covert movement, it mostly goes fine until a particularly nippy night. Awu doesn't appreciate being cold, thank you very much! She's also great at improvising. So... What's the handiest available source of heat, one simply perfect for warming up ten icy-cold fingers? Let me tell you, if ghostly Hu Guanglie was anywhere in vicinity, he would have howled with ghostly laughter. It's not every day one hears Prince Yuzhang gasp in surprise and to see him actually retreat from engagement...! But then, it's not like military commanders get regularly assaulted by freezing appendages sneaking beneath their clothes. And really, it's all Xiao Qi's fault for not keeping Awu warm in the first place, which is a mistake he will never ever make again.

#ask and answer #the rebel princess #it got a little syrupy sweet but then I do not mind #and I don't think any of you do either #fluff on and prosper #that's my credo

[deivorous]

Bankai for grimmjow?

Bleach Headcanon Meme! || Accepting!

I have tried to think of a Bankai for Grimmjow before and I HAVE FAILED!

Grimmjow’s resurrection is designed to enhance is natural abilities exponentially (much like Ichigo’s own bankai).

However, I don’t believe this would translate to his Bankai due to the different personal growth which would affect Grimmjow the Shinigami compared to Grimmjow the Arrancar. For example, Shinigami Grimmjow would be marginally less self sufficient. This isn’t to say that he’s not independent, but the burden on his shoulder is lesser because humans/shinigami do in fact tend to trust others more easily than a hollow would.

Secondly, Shinigami zanpakuto tend to manifest differently than Arrancar’s. I very briefly described how the Espada’s (and a few other arrancar) manifest their power here, and how Grimmjow himself deviates from this, but the most important distinction is that Arrancar tend to have more of a physical release. There is an armor-esque quality to it and an arrancar tends to wear their zanpakuto, unlike a shinigami (there are exceptions of course, though I would note that off the top of my head, all these exceptions are visored OR ‘true bankai’ a la Renji and Rukia. Ichigo actually seems to lose the ability to wear his bankai upon achieving his ‘true’ bankai which feels like a step backwards. But this is all an aside and I won’t write too much on this atm).

...

Okay, days later and I still have nothing concrete but I will share my thought process up to this point. Part of my issue is my poor understanding of Japanese language and the cultural references which could be made with it that don’t translate so well into English.

There are a few key ingredients I’d like to include though in designing his zanpakuto (and which would impact his bankai).

His zan spirit must be female. Easy enough.

His zan spirit or powers must in some way relate to a cat, preferably a large panther.

A reference to his destructive nature - whether this be in the name or in the effect of his zan

I refuse to lose the ‘king’ references that are predominant in his ressureccion - both in its design and its name (Pantera - Panther ; 豹王 - Panther King).

I personally don’t love his resurrection. It’s bland, very sleek, and very obviously feline. But one detail I actually don’t mind (contrary to common fandom opinion) is the loss of his jaw bone and the ‘headband’ that appears in its place. This headband, I would argue, is actually intended to evoke the idea of a diadem or tiara, worn across the brow instead of on the crown of the skull. The implication being that he is not yet a king, but rather a prince(ss) or other, younger, less powerful member of the monarchy who has yet to ascend to the throne either due to being outside of the bloodline or lower down in the line to the throne.

Failing to find inspiration amongst the royal line of Japan, I moved to looking at deities within Shinto and Buddhist mythologies. @nightbeat-cat also directed me towards Chinese mythologies in relation to cats, to no avail (as of yet).

Three ideas that I tossed around are in relation to Amaterasu - not as the sun deity but rather as the progenitor of the Royal line - and Fudō Myōō - a wrathful Buddha renowned for destroying obstacles and evil. He is sometimes considered one of the five wisdom kings and is a very prominent figure in Japanese Buddhism- and finally Vajrayakṣa (I don’t know his Japanese name yet) - the wrathful manifestation of Amoghasiddhi, another of the five wisdom kings, and who’s epithet is “the devourer of demons”.

I’m not sure of which, if any of these, I’d use to inform my design at this point!

@mysteriousshopkeeper also raised the question ‘why am I not leaning into Pantera?’ Surely there’s wordplay abound? The primary reason I’m avoiding this route is that Kubo very intentionally uses different naming conventions when designing his shinigami characters and the arrancar. The arrancar’s zanpakuto are names first in Spanish and have Japanese meanings second. The result means the Japanese names for the arrancar lack a lot of the nuanced meaning that the shinigami zanpakuto have (and are usually translated to the effect of animal + king/general/emperor/girl). Neither my Japanese nor my Spanish are at a level when I could do something similar.

In a different RP I wrote Grimmjow’s zanpakuto (shikai) as Hikuhyō (挽く豹) literally "Grinding Panther" (I never specified his bankai at the time, though it was implied that he did indeed have one). 挽く is used for ‘to saw’ or ‘to mill’ meaning to grind something down into smaller fragments. This grind is in reference to say, grinding coffee beans or, I hoped, grinding bones into dust. This is obviously a deviation from ‘軋れ’ his release command with refers to grinding (of teeth).

It was fairly uncreative of me but I needed to make a snap decision at the time, and this was, if nothing else, true to the English release and name of Grimmjow’s zanpakuto.

Anyway. I’ve written a lot of words without saying all that much. I have a loose idea of what I want and am getting hung up on the semantics, but I hope that there is at least something of interest in the above!

Thanks for asking and when I do figure out what his Bankai is, you’ll be the Anon I dedicate this too <3.

#A. Nony Mous #[ ooc || out of control ] #[ meta ] #[ hc || pry open the armour plating and get at the soft meat ] #// long post #[ shinigami || death and the panther ] #the one thing i can say is that his bankai is /very/ destructive #to the point of him generally being unwilling to use it near his friends #conversely his shikai is more of an assassination style weapon #hes kind of like soi fon #OR yoruichi in the sense that hed rather beat you to death with his fists than use his bankai