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ok so one thing no one tells you about re-reading your older work is that there’s this point where the writing moves so far beyond you that you can just read it like a fan but you wrote it but it doesn’t feel like it so you get to experience this content you wrote because you liked it and finally go oh yeah I did a good thing here & it’s even more special when it’s work you hated because the passing years remove the veneer of self-hatred that once existed for that writing and that writer & now all you’re left with is gold

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Author: @bread-jinie  Pairing: Seokjin x Reader (oc; female) Genre: arranged marriage au; angst; fluff; smut Rating: NC-17 Warning: explicit sex; explicit language Summary: Jin thinks he’s loved you since the moment he saw you, back when you were teenagers; Jin knows he’s been in love with you, the soul burning kind of love, since he saw you on your wedding day. He doesn’t mind that you don’t reciprocate on his level, he’s just happy to show you he cares. Until one day, he simply can’t anymore. Until one day, you realize you need to show him you care, too.  Word Count: 16,535

Two days after your fourteenth birthday, your parents agree it is time to tell you that you are engaged.

When they call you into the kitchen, you find they are sitting beside one another - closer than you have ever seen them - and a slow panic begins to course through your veins. In the past, death was the only thing that could bring them together, the fading of a life forcing them into closeness if only to seek comfort in another equally as empty.

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the story of us | oneshot

pairing: yoongi x reader; broke-up-but-getting-back-together!au | so much fluff and lots of pining, with almost non-existent angst word count: 7.1k ♪: when night falls - punch, can’t love you anymore - iu and oh hyuk warning(s): none synopsis:

Three times you cross paths with Min Yoongi, and that one time you both find your way back to each other.

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I consumed both works quickly, ASAP no rocky - good fucking shit (I want this JK bad)

I'm sat & all I'll be present for all future works thank you

begging for mercy

characters: tattoo artist!jungkook x client!female reader

summary: you hated everything. you hated his face, his hands, his everything. in particular, you hated the effect he had on you.

genre/rating: pwp. smut (minors dni). 18+.

word count: 4.6k

warnings: needles, jungkook being a lil shit, hands <3, reader hating her life decisions. smut warnings (18+): so much tension, consent, dirty talk galore, pet names, semi-public sex, pain kink, cumming untouched :0, slight cnc?, dom/sub dynamics, slightly mean dom!jk, bratty reader, slapping/spanking, orgasm denial, choking, tad bit of degradation, cum play/eating, finger sucking, unprotected sex (do better), standing sex, hitting it from behind :P, bitting/marking, overstimulation, creampie, jungkook is a cutie lmao (bless him).

a/n: after you read this, you will realise i have no idea what getting a tattoo entails lmao. this is just smut with a sprinkle of more smut. hands are my weakness. sorry :) also, thank you so much for over a hundred followers <3 this whole thing is crazy. feedback is always appreciated so please let me know what you think! what other tropes would you like? disclaimer: i needed to get this out of my system. this was suppose to be short fic, got carried away.

Maybe this situation wasn’t ideal. Scrape that, it was definitely not ideal. But there were a few variables that contributed to your current state of helplessness.

Firstly, the room was freezing as if they wanted to torture your exposed skin. You swore you had frostbite. Now that problem was partially your fault. They had asked you before they began if the temperature was okay, and because you refused to be a bother, you didn’t dare ask them to turn the heating up.

Oh and then there was the pain of the needle being darted into your skin. The other times you sat in this chair, you had no issues with discomfort. But what did you expect, the needle was digging into your ribcage. Oh, yeah, and the worst part, you liked it. A little bit too much.

But the killer were his hands. Now this, was definitely not your fault.

The parlor you had booked was one of the best in the city. And it took months to get in. Unfortunately, the lovely lady you had met for your consultation was out due to a sudden illness. Which left you with two options. Either wait for another three months, or allow Jungkook to do it today. You were mentally prepared for today to be the day, so fuck it, Jungkook it was.

But that was a grave mistake.

It was a big mistake, and in hindsight, you should have waited three months. His gloved hands were everywhere. They touched every inch.

They had touched your back when they guided you into his office. Grazed your thigh when he leaned over to grab a sterile wipe. The back of your neck when they helped you find a comfortable position on the bed. Wrapped around your wrist to lift your arm across your body to give them the necessary access. And now, they were all over your abdomen, pushing and pulling to ensure the accuracy of the needle.

Want to know what pissed you off the most. The consent. ‘Is it okay if I touch this?’ or the ‘can I place my hand here?’. You could’ve said no. Could’ve made his life a living hell. But you genuinely never thought you would ever be this turned on by just hands.

Although you could not see the skin that decorated their stature, you could make out all the pretty features from under the thin black latex. A large palm attached to the longest fingers you have ever seen, joined by sharp knuckles. The digits were thick but incredibly agile.

Let’s not get started on those arms. The coloured ink that ran along its length, your eyes couldn’t stop tracing the outlines. You thanked the higher powers that his biceps were covered by his oversized shirt. But due to his hard grip on the machine, you could see the veins that protruded through his skin.

On top of all that, he had a ridiculously sculpted face. So fucking pretentious. How could someone be so handsome? The strong jawline, the perfect nose, those siren eyes. Even his hair, slicked back, allowing you to admire every detail. It was like he wanted you to know you were in the presence of a fucking god.

And you would be selling your soul to that religion. You swore to worship him until death. No hesitation. Okay, you were done for.

Afraid you were staining the chair below you, you crossed your legs, throwing one thigh over the other.

That stupid eyebrow piercing mocked you, perking up at the action. His tongue poked at his cheek. “You good?”

You hummed, knowing if you let your lips relax, a very inappropriate sound would escape. “Use your words gorgeous. If you are uncomfortable we can take a break.”

The compliment shot straight to your core. The sensation forcing you to shut your eyes. This was utterly embarrassing. You felt pathetic. You just wanted to get out of the place. “No. Keep going.” You gritted.

“Are you sure pretty? It’s okay, I know it hurts. The area is very sensitive—“ “Shut up. Please. Get it over with.”

He was taken aback by your sudden attitude, already missing the good girl that lay before him moments ago. “Hm, okay big girl. Only a few more lines.”

“Those nicknames need to stop.” You pleaded quietly and he just smirked. The audacity.

“Okay, I’ll stop sorry. Just a habit.” He promised, placing a hand on your stomach as he leaned forward to proceed. “I’ll work quickly. Just breathe for me.”

Inhaling, you tried to focus. The pen touched your skin, vibrating against your bones. You whimpered. “Shush, it’s okay. Nearly there.” He encouraged, pressing down on your stomach to distract you from it.

The thoughts immediately flooded your mind. Of him, above you, hand on your lower tummy as he moved his hips against you. “Doing so good.” He continued to praise.

Toes curling, fingernails digging into your palms, you genuinely didn’t think you were going to survive. Nose scrunched as you battled the images but it was no use. The pain, the man, your imagination. Your orgasm prevailed. A miniature wave crashed through your body.

Your bottom lip was attacked by your teeth, thighs tightened, and breath shaky. This was humiliating. Although you tried your best to hide it, you knew Jungkook knew.

He let out a dry cough, pink tongue slipping between his thin lips to wet the surface before playing with the silver metal in the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he was concealing a laugh.

Eyes began to water. Something like this never happened to you before. You didn’t know how to respond. The last thing you needed to hear was his smug voice. “All done. Look so pretty.”

Unable to look at the man, you kept your eyes closed, sitting up, hands frantically moving to try and pull down your shirt. “Wait, wait! You need aftercare. It could get infected.”

His voice was stern, his hands grabbing yours. They stopped your panicked motions. Wanting to turn into ashes, you turned your head away from him as your cheeks heated. Your skin was burning at the contact. You felt so small.

“Hey, I promise it is natural. You don’t need to be embarrassed, it happens to more people than you think. I promise pretty.”

“I am so sorry. I couldn’t, uh, stop it.”

You sounded so tiny, Jungkook had to ground himself. Wanting to pounce. He was doing well until your little slip-up. The minute he saw you at the reception desk in that short pleated olive skirt, and white tank, he wanted you. It was a sin. Sinful how beautiful you looked. “It’s okay, let me take care of you now. Let me wrap it.”

Nodding, you kept your elbow raised signalling for him to continue. Grabbing a tub from the stainless steel table, he popped the lid, fingers dipping into the substance. “This is going to be cold. Okay?”

Gulping, you braced yourself. He delicately presssd his hand across your freshly inked skin, the coolness of the vaseline made you whimper. Jungkook, leaned closer, breathing hot air on the area to help balance the temperature. “Better?”

You immediately shrunk, body fell into his words. Hypnotising you. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Intoxicated by his presence, you didn’t even realised he finished up, placing a bandage over your rib. His words were drowned out, you were spaced out. Head on a cloud. A sudden hand on your knee grabbed your attention. “You good?

You snapped your eyes towards him, begging for mercy. The contact on your knee was warm but rough. You immediately noticed the difference from the previous touches, the smooth latex barrier was gone.

Slowly, your gaze drifted, body stiffened when you saw the anticipated honey-glazed hand. Black marks littered it, small tattoos randomly spaced amongst the vast surface. So much prettier than you imagined. Veins galore. Your throat was dry, chest pounding.

“I need you to listen. It is important.” His deep voice emphasised. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” You were sick of it. All of the innuendos. The not-so-innocent comments. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” You replied as your eyes slowly, seductively, met his. And then it just slipped out.

“Sir.”

The grip tightened, cheeks hollowed as he sucked his tongue. His memorising gaze traced your body, shamelessly stopping at your chest. You knew your nipples were hard and very visible through your white tee. They had been since you entered into the cold room.

His hand crawled higher, fingers tracing your exposed mid thigh. “Where did that come from pretty girl?”

Your head dropped down to your lap, looking down avoiding his piercing stare. Your fingers tingled, begging to reach out for his. “I don’t know.”

“Look at me.”

His harsh voice caused you to wince. But you didn’t want to disobey. “I need you to look at me when you answer me. If you want this, you need to keep your gorgeous eyes on me. Understood?”

“Yes” you nodded.

Clearing his throat, he leaned down, lips grazed your ear. “Are you forgetting a word?”

Feeling like you were about to faint, head dizzy, your hand flung to his shirt. It grabbed the material around his bicep, clutching it to hold you steady. “Sir.”

“Good girl.” He growled against your earlobe. His tongue slipped along the outline, teeth scraped the surface. “Now baby, let me tell you how this is going to happen.”

You whimpered, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. He cradled your head, his fingers spread wide along your scalp. His grip on the roots was intense as he pulled, snapping your neck back, giving you nowhere to hide. He smirked, admiring how pliant you looked in his grace.

“The minute you came to me today, you had me so hard. All I could think about was what I wanted to do to you. Fuck you look so gorgeous. Then you decided to torture me by making me tattoo your ribs.”

Straightening his posture, lip tucked between his teeth, he removed the hand from your hair, trailing it along the tank's strap. “Lifting this flimsy top to give me access. Barely covering your tits. Could see your underboob the entire time. Such a tease. Was that nice of you?”

Your knees bent, needing some friction. His harsh grip still present on your thigh. “No sir.”

He growled. You looked so pathetically beautiful. A lustful gaze in your eyes, body radiating warmth, and breath uneven. Unraveling below him.

“That’s right, it wasn’t nice. So I want you on all fours now.”

Fuck his lower register. It resonated deep within you, forcing you to comply to his order. Your body just reacted. Scrambling, you quickly rushed to place your knees and palms on the leather bed.

Jungkook placed a gentle hand on your lower back, steadying you. “Woah, be careful.” He reminded you as he brought his lips to his covered tattoo, kissing the fresh bandage.

This can’t be fucking real. How is he so sweet yet so demanding.

Your knees buckled, back collapsed to cause your elbows to fall. He immediately grasped your hips to help you regain some balance. “So excited baby. Barely touched you.” He huffed. The tone was mocking you.

“You touched me plenty.” You sassed between gritted teeth.

The hands slid down to the back of your thighs. His wide palms teasing your ass. “Is that right? So you don’t want me to touch you anymore?”

Pushing your hips back against his touch, you whined. “Oh you do? So desperate.”

You heard him move behind you. Hands fidgeting with your skirt as he positioned himself. Your breath hitched, knowing he had a perfect view of your sticky panties between your thighs. The skirt did nothing to help hide them. He hummed in appreciation.

“So fucking gorgeous.” His digits hovering your heat. “We don’t have much time okay? I am going to touch you now. You gotta keep that pretty voice down for me.”

You huffed in frustration. “Got to make me raise my voice first.”

Jungkook growled at your brattiness. In one swift movement, a hand smacked against the exposed skin. Gasping, your chest fell to press against the warm leather. “Let’s get one thing clear doll, you don’t talk back to me like that. I don’t want to punish you. Not today anyways. Understood?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl. The best girl. Let me have some fun now. Let me get a taste. If you don’t like anything, tell me to stop okay?”

Whimpering, your heat was pulsing. You needed him, his hands, his tongue, his cock. “Please sir, want it. Want you.”

He sensed your desperation, your neediness. Not denying you any longer, his hands flipped your skirt over your hips. Lips gravitated to your covered core. Tongue poking out to get a taste.

Needing friction, you pushed your hips back against his face. Wincing, you prepared yourself for a spank, but he reacted, pushing back. Hands hooked around your thighs, a strong grip keeping you in place.

He was eating you through your panties. Tongue messy as it explored your folds. You were whimpering and whining, as he continued to tease. He knew that you needed skin-on-skin contact, practically begging for it with your quaking thighs. You could feel him smile against your core. This was cruel. And he knew it.

“I know baby.” He purred, the vibration strong against you. “But you couldn’t be patient could you?”

“I’m sorry, please.” You begged, voice cracking.

Jungkook began to leave a trail of sloppy kisses from your core to the waistband of your panties. He delicately scraped his teeth against your skin, gathering the fabric in his mouth. You moaned, anticipating what he was going to do next.

The material was trailed down your skin, his lips glazing your skin as he finally exposed your wet folds to the cold air. Jungkook took a step back to groan at the sight. Wet, glossy lips, panties bunched around your knees, your ass exposed and perky. His cock throbbed under his jeans. “So delicious. Need a proper taste.”

He dived back in, tongue divulging between your lips. Licking and slurping your juices. His lips slipped down to your clit, sucking the sensitive, neglected bud. His tongue worked relentlessly against you, devouring your essence. Hands caressed the meaty flesh on your ass, playfully squeezing and grabbing.

You were creeping towards the edge, stomach tightening and fists curling into a ball. Your sounds were getting louder, your voice becoming horse. He gave your cheek a harsh slap, warning you to quieten down.

“More.” You cried, right at the peak.

Giving a wide lick up your slit, he stood up straight. “Would love you to come on my tongue, but I have another appointment in 15 minutes.”

His hold pulled you to the end of the bed, manhandling you. “Put your feet on the ground.” He grumbled, unbuckling his jeans.

Climbing down onto the ground, you placed your two feet firmly against the concrete. Wiggling your hips as you peeked over your shoulder, trying to find his touch. He chuckled, loving how needy you were. He threw a hand onto your hip, giving you a bit of attention as he pulled his pants down.

“God you are so pathetic doll.” He muttered. His cock was hard against his boxers. Pleading to be freed.

“Was so close, want to cum.”

“What about me baby? You are so cockdrunk, so desperate, you can’t even think about me? About my pleasure baby.” He spanked your red skin. “Don’t be selfish. If I wasn’t in such a rush, I would edge you until you cried for it to stop.”

A pathetic, tiny sound slipped through your lips. “Oh, you’d like that?” He asked, colliding his body into yours. A hand wrapped around your throat, causing your body to crash against his chest. Hips started to rotate into you, grinding his crotch. “You dirty little pain slut.”

His breath was warm against your ear causing you to shiver. “Play with that little clit for me baby, make sure you are nice and ready for me.” He softly whispered, grip rough against your neck.

Your fingertips began to rub harsh circles on your raw clit. His hips were rutting against you. His throbbing cock pushed into you, pulsating against your ass. Legs were weak as you felt his length. It felt so thick, so firm. You wanted to feel it inside you. Now.

“So wet for you. Please just give it to me.”

Voice was shaky, praying that he would give into your pleas. He bit your earlobe, grunting. The sounds were so enticing, so thrilling. You automatically started to rub faster, harder. Closer to edge.

“Give you what baby?” He teased, slipping his free into his briefs, pulling his member free. He traced the member along your ass, you could feel a wet trail form on the skin.

“Cock. Your cock.” You cried out, borderline screamed.

He squeezed your throat, not satisfied with your little outburst. “Baby, what did I tell you about keeping that voice of yours down?”

“Please, I can’t. Need it.”

“Fuck, I love how pathetic you are. Begging me to fuck you in my workplace. Such a perfect girl.” His hand left your throat, going south, to join yours. His fingers slipped through your drenched core. “Baby you weren’t lying. You are so wet. So ready.”

Your head relaxed against his shoulder, enjoying his touch. Memorised by the moment, his digits poked at your lips taking you by surprise. “Why don’t you go ahead and suck on them baby. I saw you looking at them all afternoon. Bet you were fantasing about them. Wouldn’t you just love to suck on them as I fuck you?”

Head dizzy, you couldn’t process his words. All you could do was part your lips and submit. His digits slipped in, and you gracefully and willingly wrapped your mouth around them. Hollowing your cheeks as you sucked, tasting yourself. So dirty, so erotic.

In a blissful daze, you barely noticed his hard tip poke at your entrance, sliding up and down your folds. Covering himself in you. “Baby, fuck, can I take you raw?”

You hummed, circling your tongue around his long thick digits. Fuck it, deal with the consequences later right?

Using his foot, he kicked your ankle, spreading your legs wide. Easy access. Positioning himself, he lined himself up with your aching core. If someone were to walk in, which was a real possibility, they would lay their eyes upon the most sinful image.

A girl, helplessly rubbing her clit, spit running down her chin as she mindlessly sucked on a beautiful tattooed hand. Ruined panties resting on her knees, legs trembling. Eyes shut tight with anticipation and nerves. Hopeless and vulnerable. It was messy, but beautiful.

Jungkook’s hips pushed forward, penetrating your awaiting walls. Load moans escaped you, thankfully, being muffled by his fingers. Each inch dug deeper and deeper. Filling you up,

You felt so full as his abdomen met your ass. His teeth sunk into your shoulder, trying to conceal his own pleasure. “So tight and warm.” He growled, nibbling and licking at the fresh bite mark.

The hand on your clit froze, brain trying to process the new feeling. He held his position, giving you time to adjust. But you were getting impatient. Needing to feel him penetrate you again.

You flung a hand behind you, fisting his shirt, pulling it towards you. Begging him to move. He complied, wanting to feel your walls convulse around him. “I know pretty thing, I’ll give it to you.”

And with that, the merciless pounding began. His hips snapped against you with an extreme forward, making you jump as he slammed against you. You were panting, brain malfunctioning.

The hand that was on your clit transferred to his wrist, scrapping the inked skin. He hissed at the sensation, giving you a particular hard thrust. “Did I tell you to stop touching yourself.”

You shook your head, releasing your hold on his shirt, bringing it to your front. “Good girl. Best fucking girl. Shit, you love praise don’t you. Sucking me in, barely able to fucking move.”

Tears were building up, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. The pace he set did not waver, abusing your silky walls continuously, endlessly. Your clit was overstimulated from all the rubbing. But it felt so good.

Your back arched, head fell back over his shoulder, as if you were being raised up to heaven. The knot in your stomach growing and growing, until it broke. Eyes rolled to the back of your head, teeth grazing his digits as you tried to silence yourself. “So tight. Clenching me. Are you cumming for me sweetie? What a good girl.”

His words caused you to levitate. You ripped yourself from his grasp collapsing onto the bed in front of you. He slowed his pace, concerned.

But you wanted more. “No one more, please. I want you to cum. Keep going. Kook, please.”

Your whines sent shivers down his spine. But if that’s what you want, that is what you get. A proper brat. “You asked for it. Dumb little girl.”

Palms pressed firmly into your lower back, his hips snapped again and again and again. Balls slapping against your thighs due to the sheer force. Your body sliding against the leather, the friction focused on your clit causing you to lose your mind.

You couldn’t function, no words could leave your mouth, only heavy pants. Your hands reached back, pressing against his lower stomach, feeling the hardness hidden under his shirt. Fuck. He was an actual god.

Jungkook let out a deep moan, throwing his head back as he cursed under his breath. “So good baby, so wet. So messy. Fucking perfect cunt for me. All mine.”

“Yours.”

He howled at your submission, grasping your wrist. “Mine. Chant it, baby, as you cum for me. As you milk me.”

Allowing your forehead to rest against the black chair, you cried as you did as he said. Chanting over and over again that you are his. The words travelled straight to his cock, ruthlessly throbbing against your suffocating walls.

Your body was floating, the pleasure flowing through your blood vessels. Your vision was blurring, knees buckling. “Cum.” It was the only word your vocabulary possesed.

Jungkook saw how your body shook, like a ticking time bomb. Knowing the explosion was going to be loud, he caged you in, hand clasping around your mouth. “That’s it cum for me.”

Everything hit you at once, completely consuming you. You squirmed and screamed as the feeling of an overwhelming peace washed over you. It was as if you left this planet. Everything felt so light, so quiet. You could hear your heart pound and ears ringing.

Jungkook held you tight, lips tucked into the crevice of your neck. Hushing and guiding you through your extreme high. His balls drummed, ready to release the pressure that had built up within.

He couldn’t breathe, your wet walls clamped around him. He winced trying to remove himself, his own cock overstimulated. Angry and begging for relief. “No in me, please. Want you to cum in me. Fill me.” You slurred.

His cock didn’t even give him the chance to confirm your request, combusting at your words. Sucking at the raw skin on your neck, ensuring he left a deep mark, he emptied himself. Overcome with pleasure himself.

Spurts of warm cum covered your walls, his moans vibrated against your skin. His cock pumped and dumped every last drop into you until all you could feel was him. All you could think about was him.

Both of you were in heaven. All you could do was cherish the moment. The feeling of being full and contempt.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, breathing heavily against one another. He was crushing you with his body. Finally gaining some strength, he started to pry his body away.

The feeling of his cum running down your thighs was evident, making you cringe. “This is a treat.” He muttered, licking his lips as his hands pulled your lips apart, giving him a front row view of the mess that leaked out.

“Messy, dirty.” You whined.

“Exactly what I like baby.”

Thighs clenched together at his words. The high beginning to crash away. He kissed your lower back, massaging your thighs and ass. “Come on, let’s clean up. My client will be here in a few minutes.”

Pouting, you rose from your position and faced him, legs shaking as you tried to find balance. He laughed, poking your cheek. “Cute.”

He walked over to his sterilised table to grab a towel. Realising that the whole studio heard you getting your brains blown out, you wanted to escape as fast as possible.

Using the last of your energy, you pulled up your panties, fixed your top, and wiped the remnants from your face with your palm. By the time Jungkook turned around, you were all fixed up. Apart from your hair. Which made him chuckle, it screamed ‘I just had sex’.

You stood there uncomfortable, feeling the stickiness between your thighs. You looked at him awkwardly, not knowing what you should say, should do. “Um, thanks. I should get going.”

His eyes bulged, wide like bambi. Before you could grab your bag, he reached out for your forearm. Stopping you. “Hey, um you sure you okay?”

His voice was completely different, soft and gentle. You gulped, nodding your head. “Yeah positive. Don’t want to hold you up any longer.” You smiled to reassure him.

“Oh, um one second.” His hands thread through your hair, fixing the rustled and knotted locks. Tucking pieces behind your ear. “Sorry, it was um a little messy.” He admitted, before he started to fix up his own appearance.

Fuck, he was so enchanting.

Once he sorted himself, he cleared his throat. “Are you sure you don’t want, um, a towel or anything?” He offered with a small smile.

“It’s fine, it’s not that bad.” You shrugged, flattening your skirt.

“Maybe you just like it.” He smirked, trailing his eyes down your body. The comment made your cheeks heat up.

Maybe he wasn’t wrong.

“Yeah okay, I’ll, um, go.” You announced, turning on your heels, ready to make your great escape.

“Wait!”

Jungkook ran to his desk. He grabbed some paper, using a pen to scribble down something. You stood patiently, twiddling your thumbs. “Here, these are some guidelines to help you with the healing process for the new ink.”

Frantically nodding, you thanked him, offering a gentle bow of your head. He bit his lip at your action, finding it endearing. He flipped the booklet before handing it to you.

“Oh, and that’s my number. I finish work at 5. If you text me before then, I can come over to, um, make sure you get some proper aftercare. You know, for the tattoo.”

Pursing your lips together, you tried to hide the smile. “Yeah, for the tattoo.”

found this on pinterest with absolutely no context and all I want is a back story on these three good fellas and whose birthday party this was for

the world's greatest actor animatic for stanley pines :]

(song by Milk In The Microwave)

finally done with this!!! im not 100% happy with the final result but overall i like how it turned out :D this took about two weeks (?) of work with some breaks

Go and read this new chapter I helped with. It is really good!

"Of Headaches and Heartaches" (16).

Big thank you to Yeagle!

Trigger warnings: mentions of blood and implied character death.

Chapter 16

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Luis sat in his car outside Ness’ apartment, keeping  a careful eye out to make sure she made it inside. When the door closed behind her, he slumped in his seat. He stared upward, blinking back tears. 

It’s not fair, he thought to himself, pulling out of the parking lot. It’s not fair that good people suffer so much! 

His uncle, who just wanted to celebrate his eighth birthday party. 

The other missing children who were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

His family who lost a child and never fully recovered.

Gregory who, through mysterious circumstances, was thrown away like yesterday’s newspaper, scared and skittish and much too small for a three-year-old. 

And Ness, who-

He took a deep breath, turning into the parking lot for the Pizzaplex. It was a little early for pick-up (a glance at the clock tells him it’s 12:30, which is four hours too early), but Luis was certain the Daycare Attendant wouldn't mind.

Besides, what was it going to say, no?

-x-x-x-

“No,” Moon crooned, wagging a spindly finger side to side. “It's rest time. The children are sleeping.”

“But rest time doesn’t start until 12:45, and it’s,” he pulled out his phone, “12:46.”

“Schedules are important.”

Luis fought the urge to roll his eyes. Instead, he sighed. “Please, I’m very sorry I upset your routine. It won’t happen again, but I promised his mom I’d pick him up.”

Moon was less “expressive” than its counterpart, being the less outgoing of the two. It stared at him, tilting its head to the side. “Alright,” it finally said, turning back towards the children. “I’ll go get him. Stay there.”

-x-x-x-

Twenty minutes later, Luis stood in front of Vanessa’s door, hands full of sleeping toddler, take-out, and a brightly colored backpack. 

He knocked on the door with his foot. “Ness!” He called. “Can you let me in? My hands are full.” Luis heard the telltale sound of shuffling feet, followed by a couple seconds of silence, and then a series of locks being undone. 

“Come in,” Vanessa said, ushering him inside. “Here let me take that.” She grabbed the take-out. “You can put him in the guest room, first door on the left. I borrowed a playpen from my neighbors downstairs.”

Luis hummed, heading down the hall and into the designated room. It was plain, with off-white walls and yellowish carpet. In the center of the room was the playpen. Not the most comfortable-looking thing, but he was sure Gregory wouldn't mind. Besides, it was only for a night or two at most. An old, woven blanket hung over the window, barely keeping the light at bay. 

Luis leaned over the playpen. Soothing Gregory’s hair back, he kissed his forehead. “Sweet dreams.” He quietly said.

By the time he made it back to the living room, Vanessa had the take-out all set out on her tiny coffee table. He joined her on the couch, helping himself to some of the food. 

“So,” he started, “How are we feeling?” 

“Good?” She answered with uncertainty.

“Are you asking me?”

She sighed, slumping back against the couch. “I don’t know.” Vanessa frowned. He hated it when she did that - it didn’t suit her at all. 

He hated not being able to make her feel better even more. 

They finished their food in silence. Through the paper-thin walls they could hear the neighbors’ TV blaring Price is Right reruns. 

“...I thought I was over this…” Vanessa whispered, eyes starting to brim with tears for the millionth time today. “I…I was doing better.”

Luis placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, listening intently. 

“And I know healing isn’t linear, but it honestly feels like an uphill battle. Like no matter how hard I try to move forward, I can never truly escape.” She sniffled, wiping at her eyes. 

For a moment- a second -Luis is transported fifteen years back in time. To an overly-familiar living room, but instead of Vanessa, it’s his mother weeping quietly. She didn’t do it often, choosing to hide herself away on the days she couldn’t bear to face the outside world. But every once in a while, when it all became too much, she would break down. 

He had been a child then. Frozen in place and helpless. Useless.

But he wasn’t a child anymore. 

Luis wrapped his arms around Vanessa, hugging her close. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through,” he said. “And I can’t tell you everything will work out.”

She sniffled again, hugging him back. 

“But I promise you that I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave you.” 

Vanessa just hugged him tighter in acknowledgment.

They sat together for a little while. Long enough for the neighbors’ TV to turn to another program. He’d never felt so warm, or….happy before. But eventually, when Vanessa finally started to pull away, he let go. 

“Thank you, Lu.”

“Anytime,” he said, meaning it with every fiber of his being. “Anytime.”

Vanessa smiled but it quickly turned to a frown. “We still don’t have anything for Gregory’s birthday.”

Luis pulls his phone out. “Well, it’s a little late to do anything about it now.” Sensing her growing worry, he hurriedly added, “we can worry about it tomorrow.”

“Yeah….you’re right.” She settled back onto the couch, leaning her head on Luis’ shoulder. 

The action took him by surprise. He tensed up, afraid if he made the tiniest movement, Vanessa might startle - shattering their rare (near nonexistent) peace. 

He shifted to make himself more comfortable, and Vanessa followed, head still on his shoulder. Luis gingerly brushed a strand of hair out of her face, soothing it behind her ear. 

She fell asleep quickly. No doubt completely drained from their earlier endeavor through the mall. He winced, guilty (even if it wasn’t his fault. He should have known better. He does know better.)

As careful as he could, Luis stood up. He kept her head supported, so she didn’t flop over. With some effort, he managed to lift Vanessa into his arms-bridal style-and head to the guest room where Gregory was.

Luis laid her down on the bed, tucking her in. He stood in the doorway for a minute, smiling fondly, before shutting the door quietly, and backtracking to the living room.

-x-x-x-

Vanessa yawned, stretching her arms. The couch she’d been laying on was cramped and much too small to be slept on. Still, judging by the light streaming in through the moth-eaten curtains, she had done just that. 

She sat up. The leftovers Luis and her had shared yesterday had been cleaned up, and everything else seemed to be in place. Vanessa smiled.

Luis was truly one of a kind. 

Getting to her feet, she started her normal daily routine. Luis had probably gone home. Though, she supposed she’d see him today at some point. 

It was quiet. 

That was the first thing she realized after the morning grogginess disappeared. Way too quiet, like if she dropped a pin the sound would be ear-splittingly loud. She ignored it, if only because her anxiety tended to get the best of her, and if she as up this early, she most likely had a shift today. 

She thought of Gregory as she brushed her hair, pulling it into a ponytail. It kind of surprised her that he'd slept for this long. Most kids his age would be up with the sun, but Gregory hadn’t made a peep since Luis brought him here a little after lunchtime. 

Vanessa hummed, heading for her guest room. The door was closed with a note taped to the door. She squinted at it. It was blurry, and she didn't have the energy to try to decipher it. It was most likely Luis just telling her he went home. 

She opened the door. The playpen was pushed up against the twin bed in the center of the room. From her spot in the doorway, she could see a small lump under a blanket in the playpen. 

“Gregory,” she called softly, going to the playpen. “Time to wake up.”

Nothing. 

She laughed a little, nervousness bubbling up in her like a shaken-up pop can. “Greg…?” She called again, standing over the playpen. 

Nothing.

“Are you-” Her hand touched something warm and wet. No longer able to keep her worst thoughts at bay, Vanessa yanked the blanket off of Gregory.

Screaming.

"Who’s screaming?" She thought to herself; her last coherent thought before running from the room. 

In her hallway, the image of Gregory, bloody and twisted and-

She dry heaved at the thought. The smell was too strong. It was everywhere. She needed to leave. Needed to get out.

OhmygodGregoryI’msorryimsorryimsorry…

The room spun. Her stomach twisted, and she scrambled to find her phone. NeedtocallLuisLuisLuis….

She felt feverishly hot, and it was hard to focus on anything. Her hands trembled, making searching a near herculean task. 

“Oh, Blondie.”

Vanessa tensed, blood running cold. 

Ineedtorunrunrunrun!

“Missing something?”

Slowly, she turned to face the subject of all her worst nightmares. A being made from her own twisted and corrupted consciousness. 

“Vanny,” she gritted out. 

“Vanessa,” Vanny said back, tilting her head, “Long time, no see.”

“W-what do you want?” Looking down helped her panic a little. Anything to avoid looking into those soulless red eyes. 

“Hm…? Let’s see…” Vanny giggled, the sound grating, echoing off the walls. She crept closer. Vanessa refused to look up. “Oh, can’t you look at me?” There’s a mocking edge to her tone, like she’s enjoying all this. 

Like she was enjoying tormenting Vanessa. 

“L-leave me alone,” she croaked out, bringing one of her arms up to create some distance. 

“You knew it was too good to last. He gave you time off. Really, you should be grateful.”

“No! No! No!” She shook her head frantically. “Getawaygetawayfromme-”

Vanessa sat bolt upward, hand over her racing heart. It was dark, nearly pitch-black, save for the dim light from the street lamps that showed through her makeshift curtain. 

Relief floods her. It had all been a dream. A terrible, horrible, awful dream, but a dream nonetheless. 

Still, she can’t shake the feeling of dread. 

“Hic… Mama …Hic…” 

Vanessa scrambled to look into the playpen. She had to squint, but she could make out Gregory’s trembling form. “Here, Greg,” she said, voice groggy. With all the care of a mother, she lifted him from the playpen and held him close. “What’s wrong?” 

He shakes his head. 

“Bad dream?”

He nodded, tucking closer to her. His messy hair tickles her chin. 

“Ah, I get those a lot. They aren’t fun.”

Gregory didn’t acknowledge her, but he did stop trembling. And his hiccups and sniffles slowly tapered off. 

She stroked his hair, even after he fell asleep. Hoping that the gesture brought him some sort of comfort while he slumbered. 

“Goodnight, Gregory,” she murmured, words slurring as she fights against sleep. “I’m glad I met you.”

-x-x-x-

Waking up was always hard. It was harder still when you spent the night on a couch, limbs curled at awkward angles to fit. Luis yawned, stretching his aching arms above his head. Dim morning light streamed in through the window. 

He rubbed at his eyes, untangling himself from the couch. A quick glance at his phone told him that it was only seven in the morning. Which meant, considering it was her day off, Vanessa was unlikely to be up anytime soon. And Gregory seemed fine at the moment. 

Luis combed his hair with his fingers, scanning the room for paper and a pen. A list formed in his mind, everything they’d need for an impromptu birthday celebration. 

-x-x-x-

The next time Vanessa woke up, it was to a pudgy finger poking her cheek. When she looks down, Gregory’s big brown eyes stared up at her with all the guilelessness of a child. 

“Hi,” he giggled, patting her on the head. “Mama ‘Nessa, up now?”

“Yep. I’m up.”

Gregory smiles.

She tried her best to put her awful nightmare out of her mind. But bits and pieces snuck through to haunt her. The coppery scent of blood. The image of Gregory d-

Vanessa shook her head. “How do pancakes sound?”

“Yay!” Gregory cheers.

-x-x-x-

The mall was dead by the time Luis got there. Which might be surprising in any other town, but it was quite frankly a miracle that the mall got any business at all.

He started his shopping at a party store. Looking at the various themes, Luis comes to the horrifying revelation that neither Vanessa, nor he knew what Gregory really liked. Sure, they had a vague idea. Kind of. 

But, staring at the wall covered wall-to-wall in anything kid-friendly you could possibly think of, he didn’t feel very confident. 

He looked down at his phone. Maybe Vanessa could ask Gregory? Luis put his phone away. No, that felt like cheating. And she might still be sleeping.

Maybe a worker could help him narrow it down? He glanced around and found no one around him in the aisle, save for a rugged-looking man. 

“Hey,” he said, tapping the man on the shoulder.

The man jumped a little. 

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No,” the man said, his accent familiar but hard to place. He resisted the urge to ask about it. “I’m fine. I startle easily. Not your fault.”

Luis nodded. “Still, sorry. I was wondering if you could help me pick out a theme?”

“Uh…sure. Who is it for?”

Luis had to think for a moment before he answered. “My kid. He’s turning four.”

The man blanched. “Oh,” he murmured. 

Luis laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, and I’m kind of hopeless at this. My-” he tried to think of the correct term to call Vanessa, “...Partner is usually the one that does all the shopping.”

The man cleared his throat and wiped at his eyes.

“I- sorry, if I upset you, Mister….”

“No, no, I’m fine.” The man wiped at his eyes one last time before regarding Luis with a serious expression. “Let’s start with the plates, cups, and utensils. It’s probably the easiest part.”

-x-x-x-

“Would you like to stir?” Vanessa asks, looking over to Gregory who’s standing on a chair, watching her eagerly put the mixture together. 

“Yes, please!” 

She held the bowl tightly, while he put all his strength into mixing everything together. It was a team effort, but it didn’t take long for Gregory to grow bored. 

“All done!” He announced.

“Already?” She teased, reaching over to brush some flour off his nose. 

“Uh, huh.” 

“Well, after we’re done here, what do you want to do next?”

Gregory shrugged. 

“You don’t know?”

He giggled, shaking his head. 

“Well, that’s okay. I have something really fun planned.”

-x-x-x-

It’s noon by the time he picked up the necessary supplies for the party. The man he met earlier had to run an errand (something about needing to talk to security), but reassured Luis he’d be right back. 

Luis wandered aimlessly, pacing. Anything to help time move faster. He really didn’t want to pick out Gregory’s gift himself.

Not for the first time, he wished Vanessa was here with him. 

-x-x-x-

“And push that button to jump,” Vanessa instructed Gregory, holding her hands over his. An old Nintendo 64 controller in his hands. On the screen, Mario jumped. 

“I…I did that!” Gregory cheered. “Do it again!” She helps him push the button again. Carefully, Vanessa guided him through the level. Every little trick, sending him into a fit of excited giggles. He sent wide-eyed looks back at her.

She laughed, enjoying every minute of it. 

-x-x-x-

“Hey, thanks again for helping me out. I really appreciate it,” Luis said, walking with the man to the door. 

“No problem.”

“You seem to know a lot about what kids like. Do you have one?” Realizing how strange that might sound, he hurriedly rephrased it, “I mean, are you a parent?”

“I’d like to think so.”

Luis couldn’t comprehend what he meant by that, so he nodded along politely. The man had been helpful enough anyway. As he hurried away, to the relative safety of his car, Luis couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit bad for the guy. He seemed all alone, lost in thought, and not all the way there. 

Hopefully, he found what he was looking for.

-x-x-x-

Luis made one last stop on his way back, for pizza. 

One would think, with his job, and the almost steel-grip monopoly Faz-Entertainment has on pizza, he’d want nothing to do with it. But, actually, outside his mom’s home cooking, it was his favorite food. 

(Especially when it comes from anywhere that isn’t the Pizzaplex). 

He placed an order with the first place he could find on Google. Luis was told it would take twenty minutes to make - not like he had anything to do. Fortunately, the pizzeria was connected to an old thrift store. The building, old, and sign faded with the weather and age. 

He vaguely remembered coming here as a child. Occasionally, Luis would find something cool, like a book, or movie. Though, mostly, he just followed his mom around the store as she searched through the clothes with a speed so agonizingly slow it would make a sloth jealous. 

A little old lady sat at the register, reading a book. She smiled at him before returning to her book. 

The place smelled of dust and mildew. The store felt smaller, somehow (or maybe he’s just older). It was an odd feeling, finally being taller than the clothing racks he used to hide in the center of. 

He headed straight for the back where the toys, books, and movies were stored. He already had a present for Gregory, but maybe he could snag a few children’s books. Or a movie that he could put on for a movie-

Luis stopped mid-step. Freezing in place, his eyes lock on the item in front of him.

Down, at the very end of the aisle, laying haphazardly on the floor was a stuffed bunny rabbit. Its beady red eyes stared into his soul. The thing had two pink dots on each side of its face. 

For a minute, a second, a millisecond, Luis was no longer standing in a thrift store. 

He was holding Vanessa as she sobbed. She was making little sense, her words blended together, and her tone bordered on hysterical. 

“I- he…I don’t want to go back, Lu! Help me! I can’t go back! It hurts…so, so much. And I hurt others, and I’m not me!” She had pleaded with him back then, and he hadn’t understood at the time. At least not at that exact moment. All for he knew for certain was two things:

One, his best friend was in crisis (either one of her own makings, or of someone else’s design). 

And two, the bunny costume-stitched together with various patches-seems like an odd choice to wear to their workplace. The only piece missing being the head, or mask. 

He’d been more concerned about the former, rather than the latter. Though, in hindsight, he should have put more stock into that part of the equation. 

More than anything in the entire world, Luis wished he had believed her then. It would have saved her (and others) from so much pain. It wasn’t until weeks later, that he had an opportunity to watch some of the footage from her previous job. 

How that monster got its claws into her, turning her into something that she wasn’t, warping her perception of reality. 

Luis’ phone beeped twice, shaking him from his thoughts. He pulled his phone from his pocket, not taking his eyes off the plush. 

Two text notifications filled his lock screen. One from the pizza place next door telling Luis his food was ready, and one from Vanessa.

He hurriedly opens the second one. 

The text was a picture, taken by Vanessa, of Gregory and her. Both of them are sitting at the coffee table, crayons and crumpled paper covering the surface. 

Luis smiled, thankful for the distraction. 

-x-x-x- 

Later that night, after dinner (thank you, Luis!), dessert, and some video games, they both sat at Gregory’s bedside (he asked very nicely to sleep in the same bed as Vanessa, instead of the playpen). 

“I want a story,” he said, fiddling with a loose string on the comforter. 

“A story?” Vanessa asked. “About what?”

Gregory shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno.” 

Luis chuckled, ruffling the boy’s hair. “Silly.” 

“Once upon a time ,” Vanessa began, “There lived a princess in a faraway land. She ruled over a vast kingdom, with many, many people. Her royal subjects loved her, and her kindness and generosity were well-known. For not only was she their princess, but also a beacon of hope. The princess welcomed the needy into her castle fairly often, offering them food and shelter.” She frowned. “Until one day, the curious princess awoke an ancient evil.”

“And then?” Gregory pressed, staring up at her intently. “What happens next?”

Luis squeezed her arm, silently supporting her.

“And then, the evil overtook the princess, possessing her.” It occurred to Vanessa that Gregory might not understand the words she was using, but he continued to listen anyway. “Her people noticed their princess behaving strangely. No longer as warm. The doors to the castle no longer open to those in need. Her temper was shorter, and she could sometimes be found talking to the open air.”

Vanessa soothed Gregory’s hair from his eyes. 

“Meanwhile, the evil continued to grow. Gaining power and influence. It kept growing, and eventually it expanded outwards, trapping people. Feeding off their life force, but not doing much more. The ancient evil tormented the girl, day in and day out, frustrated with its lack of progress.”

Luis squeezed her hand. 

“But,” she said, “All hope was not lost, for the princess’ friend, the knight in shining armor, grew worried when she stopped sending letters to him. He went straight to her castle.”

“Was the princess, okay?” Gregory asked, genuine concern in his eyes. 

Vanessa smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. “So, the knight traveled to her castle. Except, when he got there, no one was home. This was strange as he’s always known the princess to welcome everyone into the castle. But there he stood on the doorstep, with no sign of her. He was about to call out to her, when the most peculiar thing happened.” She paused. “The door creaked open, but when he entered, no one was there. The castle was completely empty.”

Another squeeze. 

“But he entered anyway, feeling like his friend-the princess-needed help. At the very least, he had traveled very far and wanted to make sure she was okay. So, he crept up steep stairs and down winding hallways. Until finally, he came across a door that was slightly ajar.”

Gregory blinked up at her, tiny hands gripping her shirt. Like he can sense her uneasiness. (Or maybe her story is making him feel uneasy.)

“He knocked on the door, announcing his presence. ” She mimicked the sound of someone knocking on a door. “'Hello’, the knight called out, ‘Is anyone there?’ But no one answered him. The room was an office of some sort. Tiny and the desk was cluttered with papers, books, and other knick-knacks. Curiosity soon took over the knight. He looked through the papers on the desk, hoping to find a reason why no one was there. But he found…nothing.”

“Nothing?” Gregory echos.

“Nothing,” she repeated, nodding. “That is until he comes across a little leather-bound journal. The princess’ diary! He recognized it, as the princess rarely went anywhere without it. The knight flipped through the pages, hoping beyond hope that she left a hint as to what happened in its yellowed pages. And then, as if all his prayers were being answered, he came across a page of scribbles. A drawing of an entity in red and purple crayon. A chill swept the room. He flipped to the next page. A list of sorts is laid out. ‘Help me,’ it started, ‘It won’t let me leave. I don’t want to hurt anyone else. All the books I found say I need to serve the thing’s connection to the mortal plain. But what could it possibly be attached to? It is not human. It has no earthly attachments. Perhaps I just need to research more…’”

She felt tears starting to brim in her eyes. 

“There were no other notes after that. The knight’s worry grew tenfold. He tore through the room, searching for this so-called “attachment.” He just knew there had to be something, anything to prove it was all for naught. In a little box he found a small, glowing orb. This, he rejoiced, must be one of the entity’s attachments. He had no idea how many there were, only that he likely needed to collect the orbs. He ran from the room, searching high and low for the orbs. At one point, he even came across the princess… ” Her voice shook slightly, guilt returning with a vengeance. “She- but she wasn’t well. She fought the knight, not recognizing him. The evil had won out, completely taking her over.” 

Vanessa couldn’t bring herself to smile. 

“But, thankfully for the princess, the knight was stubborn. He pushed onwards, collecting the orbs. Upon getting the third one, a wondrous thing happened.” 

“What happened, Mama ‘Nessa?” Gregory pressed, half-sleep. 

“The evil was banished back to where it had come. The knight had succeeded, the princess was saved! Because of the knight’s persistence, she was back to her warm, welcoming self.”

She glanced over at Gregory, who was fast asleep. 

“And they all lived happily ever after.”

"Some" Tarantula Crew Headcanons

GENERAL

ROOM-SHARING SETUP

Lillian, Mary, Talapio, and later Auburn

Boar, Dr. Mort (although he spends most nights working in his office), and later Thade

Schot and Percy

Conea sleeps in the water

HEIGHTS

BOAR IS HUGE. The wiki says that if he was a puppet in the show, he would have been almost as tall as Janice, which would make him, like, twice as tall as the other puppet characters?? So I headcanon him to be like, over 7 feet tall. A literal giant. Why not?

Everyone else on the crew is also fairly tall. Thade is quite tall (but by a normal amount, not tall like Boar), and Lillian and Schot are a few inches shorter than him.

Red Mary isn't short by typical standards (she's like... 5'4" I guess?) but seems short compared to the rest of the crew.

Dr. Mort is SMALL. He's shorter than Mary and just barely taller than Percy (but he's catching up to him!)

Percy is at a normal 12-year-old boy height. Auburn is a little shorter.

Conea is also probably 7 feet tall, but that's average for a merman.

Disclaimer: I'm bad at visualizing height, so if this is confusing... that's why

LILLIAN

Strong sense of justice and what's right.

Has a code about paying back debts. Like, the only reason she let Mary join the crew was because she (supposedly) saved them once. This is also why she lets Dr. Mort stay even though people have tried to get him fired (he's saved their lives multiple times and she thinks it would be wrong).

Her reason for becoming a pirate was pretty silly and not thought through (teenage/young adult rebellion), but it worked out for her.

I imagine her to be very tan and have lots of freckles.

Feral.

Follows her gut rather than common sense sometimes.

THADE

Talks a lot. Constantly asks questions. Annoys people.

He’s normally quiet and shy but talkative towards people he knows well.

Manic pixie dream boy! He and Lillian are manic pixie dream people to each other.

Is Percy’s cool older brother/cool young uncle figure

He's the scout of the crew.

(There are other parallels between him and Percy as well)

Was a tailor (or tanner? I'm not sure) before he joined the crew.

RED MARY

She's the first mate.

She hides the full extent of her powers from the crew.

Her normal-power-level magic causes her to generate fire in the air (like that Dragon Ball fireball thing), but her super powerful magic actually causes fire to come out of her skin.

(CW for really severe burns) Her hands and arms are badly burned because of it, and she's missing fingernails and some parts of her fingers.

And in the future (like when the show of Candle Cove takes place), her hands and forearms (plus some other parts of her body) are just bones. Like she burned all her flesh off. (CW over)

Either she is able to ignore pain, or she got Mort to do brain surgery on her so she no longer felt pain.

She’s both smart and calculating but also prone to following her impulses.

She doesn't have any complicated motivation for being evil, I don't think. She just likes to burn and kill and destroy for fun. Like a child burning ants with a magnifying glass.

My voice headcanon for her is Amanda Palmer.

PERCY

Lillian assigned him the duty of teaching Thade about how Candle Cove works (because everyone else are adults and have things to get done) and they’re close because of it.

Reckless. Needs to be supervised. Causes Schot so much anxiety.

Stands up for himself. Would get into arguments with grown adults.

Kind of a little shit, honestly–

Loves and relies on the crew more than he’d like to admit.

BOAR

Sometimes frightens people due to his absurd height but is very soft and kind.

His relationship to Lillian is that they were friends (like found-family siblings, basically), and he took care of her after her parents disowned her.

If you meet him, he's your friend. You don't have a choice.

There's a running gag of him acting more fatherly towards Percy than Schot. Like, Schot would swear, and Boar would gasp and cover Percy's ears. Things like that.

The story of how he got his nickname is embarrassing and he gets flustered if people bring it up.

Used to be a whaler before he became a pirate.

SCHOT

Everyone else is sort of suspicious of Red Mary, but Schot is the only one who seriously distrusts her. He's spoken to Lillian about it, but she thinks that it's just his hypervigilance/past trauma causing him to see proof that isn't there.

He was imprisoned by the NPHC once but (barely) escaped. The scars over his eyes are from the Earl of Wax and his Freddy Krueger torture glove.

He's blind in one eye (caused by Earl torturing him).

Doesn't really enjoy being a pirate. He's sick of all the violence and danger and just wants to settle down and live safely with Percy.

The only reason he's with the crew is because the navy is after him and he knows he can't live anywhere in Candle Cove without them eventually finding him again.

His dolphin necklace used to belong to his wife.

CONEA

I feel bad for him because he stays in the water and can't come on deck and interact with the crew.

He probably doesn't mind though. He seems like a loner/introvert.

Used to be part of the Amantis military and developed explosives for war. He regrets this.

Was outcast from Amantis for rebelling against the government and whatever wars they were fighting.

Secretive about his past

I am compelled by the idea of him having, like, mechanical legs? And being able to walk around the ship and interact with people, but I don't know. I think him staying in the water the whole time could be compelling too if it's done well.

DR. MORT

Acts aloof, like he's just an employee of the crew and not actually part of the crew/"family".

Very… lowkey. People barely notice when he is or isn't around. Hides out in his office all the time unless there's a crew meeting or something.

Once the crew visited Banana Land to get fruits, and then they left, and then like 3 hours later, they realized Mort was gone and that they had left him there--

Soft voice. Pleasant smile. Actually has a sort of comforting presence if he's not operating on you.

He weighs about… 10 pounds? (he is just a large ragdoll) and has been blown/thrown off the deck of the ship more than once.

Do you know how stuffed animals that have been around for generations get skrunkly and pilly and sort of gross? That's kind of how he looks. (Look up "Too Much Love photo series" for examples of what I mean.)

Everyone there sort of dislikes (or is scared of) him, but he isn't bothered by it.

TALAPIO

She didn't have human-level intelligence until she got light magic. She was just a normal (but large) spider.

She was previously kept as a pet by a powerful light magician who gifted her their powers on their deathbed.

Her powers: being supernaturally smart, mind-reading, predicting the future, knowing things that are otherwise impossible to know, glowing.

Her role in the crew is a seer. Like, she finds hidden treasure and stuff like that.

The crew calls her Tilly for short.

She CAN communicate with people somehow even though she can’t talk. She writes or uses Morse code or something.

She either "left" when Mary joined the crew, like the wiki says (Mary knew that Talapio knew her true intentions and killed her before she could tell anyone), or Mary just threatened to kill her if she told anyone in order to keep her quiet.

AUBURN

Oh, you thought PERCY was a little shit?!!

I like the idea in the fandom of her being adopted. Like, Lillian just found her someplace. (I don't think Lillian would have a whole baby in such a dangerous environment.)

What if... she was a runaway?

Around 10 years old.

Lillian, Thade, Boar, and Schot are all her parents.

Took on personality traits from all the crew members.

She and Percy disliked each other at first but eventually became close siblings.

There are parallels between her and Janice. Like, with her being separated by her family and then being raised by a pirate crew. Janice reminds Percy of her in ways.

Has a strong sense of justice that Lillian taught her.

I'm on the fence if I want her to be the same character as Flaming Dragon from the Hogs Crew. Like, I think it would be compelling if she learns she has fire magic after having been traumatized by fire before. But I also like Flaming Dragon and want her to be her own character with no backstory I have to take into consideration.

Some more Autistic Batman bullshit

Remember folks! Autism is spectrum and everybody is different, just like every other human being! Yes, these are very self indulgent, shut up

Kevlar is his comfort fabric, hence the suit

He can stay awake for days but is very sensitive because of the lack of sleep

One of his tics is plopping his lips, it happens when he's uncomfortable, cold or tired

He's a vegetarian because he cant stand the texture, smell and taste of meat. And his love for animals ofc

He prefers to be nonverbal but is willing to talk if needed. Even then not much is said

The only times he will talk more than a few sentences is when he's completely at comfort

Sometimes he forgets to eat because his body simply doesnt tell him

After his parents died he either stayed awake for days or slept for days

He cant stand the texture of latex, its why he hates Plastic Man so much, he goes against everything his body and mind tell him

He doesnt understand gendernorms and at this point he just refuses to at least try to understand it

He doesnt like the feeling of nail polish on his nails but, alas, he will do everything for fashion

He carries headphones with him because earbuds hurt his ears, comms are okay because they are smaller

Sometimes he gets hit with the "everybody hates you" which is a mix of autism, ptsd, anxiety and depression. When this happens he will check up on all his kids and friends in secret because he's afraid of bothering them (its okay sis, they love you)

Everytime a rich socialite/teammember says something he doesnt like he will say something like "thats what an ableist would say..." and then listen to a bumbled up defence about how they arent. Bruce enjoys watching them burn. With his team he just says its a training excercise. Clark doesnt believe him

He has smashed a bitches head for calling him "innocent" and "helpless" and a "poor baby in need of help" and he would do it again

He's pro bashing Autism Speaks at every oppertunity

He and Barry Allen gave eachother one look when first meeting eachother and became best friends AKA the ADHD/Autism brainwave

(Seriously, why do Autistic and ADHD folks become bffs the moment they meet)

He and Barry have had hour long conversations about a million topics switching every 5 minutes. Hal was there for emotional support

Thats it for today

These are my experiences with my autism and adhd, if you have questions, please ask!

TSP X SKY COTL???!!!?!!

YAAAHHHOOOOOO

KRILL NARRATOR!!!!1!!11!

This idea has been sitting in my skittle sized brain for the past. 4. WEEKS. finally decided to do it lol)

(ref sheet doodles)

I'm kind of surprised that no one has used this idea so if you want to give your own spin on this then go ahead! Tho pls credit me if you got the inspo from me bc i'd love to see yours!!!!!!!!

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After half a year i decided to get back in to this game and i forgot how much i loved krills! So sad that i still don't know how to properly draw them :(

if you want to play sky with me some time i could privately send you that friend request thingy! Tho it might take some time for me to figure out how it works.. absolutely no pressure tho