think i might just take a small break from posting triple threat/ship stuff 😔
i’m in the very rare (nowadays) depressive mines of self-doubting all of it and what not
i’ll still be around though no worries!! my main blog has queued posts and i might reblog general stuff here and there, but also mainly i’ll be deep in the trenches of organizing my posts and tags on this blog and the horny blog so 👍🏽
might even try to just write some private indulgent stuff that will hopefully help but idk 😞
negatively spiraling so bad moodwise tonight and it suuuucks
equivalent to Canyon flopped on their bed in their own apartment with half of their legs hanging off the edge waiting for the (what feels like) inevitability of Malevola and Sonar’s attraction to wear off and they move on smdh
It's been nearly a year since the last time I drew my blue rescue team! I missed this croc so much... (EDIT: that one ask blog where they evolved doesn't count, I definitely didn't forget about that shhhhh)
okay like yeah triple threat are so horny for each other and of course there’s “begrudging acceptance” on Canyon’s side of things
but also!! know that i do in fact often think about those soft expressions between the three of them and those tender jaw caresses and chilling together in casual clothes
and Malevola putting her hair up in the laziest ponytail/bun once she picks up on Canyon’s “👀‼️” reaction to it
and YES in spite of all my bullying this also includes being so soft and tender with Sonar because to them, he deserves it and is so easy to love and adore genuinely
Damon comes home drunk and uncoordinated. Kit helps him to bed, despite his funny protests.
Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Self Insert (Kit) (Established relationship)
Word count: 1,553
Content Warnings: Alcohol mentions. Damon is very drunk.
Author's note: I had this in my drafts for a while and then I was talking about this with a moot yesterday (and I'm p sure I wrote about it on this blog too) so I decided to edit it real quick and post it bc it's been a while since I posted a non-serious fic lol. Doesn't take place during any specific part in the canon nor has canon spoilers. Apologies for any typos or grammatical errors, didn't really proofread this one much!
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The grandfather clock in the parlor ticked, the heavy, rhythmic sound echoing through the space of the boarding house. It was a little past two in the morning. The fire in the massive hearth had burned down to orange embers, casting long, stretching shadows along the room.
Kit was sitting sideways on the sofa, her legs tucked underneath her. She was tired. Her eyes were heavy, but going upstairs felt pointless. The bed was too big when she was the only one in it. The house was too quiet. Damon was out with Alaric, doing their thing that they do where they drink until they can't see straight anymore. Kit didn't mind. She was invited, but she didn't really feel like going anywhere tonight.
She just couldn't sleep without him. Her brain always found something to spin out about when the house was this empty.
Outside, tires crunched over the gravel of the driveway. An engine idled, then cut off. Kit heard the muffled sound of a car door slamming. Her shoulders dropped as she relaxed, realizing he was home.
The heavy front door shoved inward with a loud thud. The sound was followed by a loud "shhhhh" from Damon.
Kit smiled, getting up off the couch. She padded into the foyer to meet him.
Damon was a mess. He had his hand braced against the wall, trying to push the door shut with his foot and missing twice before finally making contact. His jacket was crooked, slipping off one shoulder. He took a step forward and pitched to the side a little.
"Woah, take it easy," Kit said, a fond, teasing lilt in her voice.
She stepped into his space, her body acting as a barricade. She pressed her hands against his chest to steady him. Damon blinked, his blue eyes hazy and unfocused. He looked down at her hands, then up at her face. His brow furrowed.
Kit smiled at him. She slid her arms up his torso, wrapping them around his neck, and stepped in close. She buried her face into his neck, breathing him in. His skin was hot.
She felt his body go rigid at her embrace. Damon let out a low, rough sound at the back of his throat. His hands came up, clamping on her shoulders. He wasn't rough, but he was firm. He shoved her back to arm's length, his jaw locking.
"Hey," he slurred, his voice gravelly. "Hands off the merchandise."
Kit blinked, her hands dropping at her sides. A small, panicked feeling began to form in her chest. Did she do something wrong?
Damon scowled at her. He swayed, then pointed a finger to her chest. "Can't do that," he grumbled. He narrowed his eyes. "Got a girlfriend."
It was silent for a few moments before a bubble of laughter burst in throat. She pressed a hand to her mouth, giggling. The panic evaporated immediately, replaced by a warm, swelling fondness in her chest.
"Yeah? Is that so?" she asked, tilting her head. She decided to play along.
"Yeah." Damon crossed his arms over his chest. "She's…" He paused, his brow furrowing again as he tried to find the words through the haze of the alcohol. "She's great. Best thing ever. Not interested. Tryin' to just go to sleep."
"Well, I'm sure she'd want you to make it to bed in one piece. Let me help you." Kit said.
She stepped back into his space, ignoring his grumbled protest. She ducked under his arm, pulling it heavy over her shoulders, and wrapped her other arm tightly around his waist. It was awkward due to their height difference. He felt like he weighed a ton, too.
"Come on," she murmured, adjusting her grip. "Let's get you upstairs."
Damon let her bear his weight, though he actively tried to lean away from her to preserve his sense of drunken fidelity.
"I'm telling you," he muttered, his breath hot against the top of her head. "I'm not interested. She's gonna be mad if she sees you."
"She sounds mean," Kit wheezed as they made it up the steps. Hauling a dead-weight vampire up the grand staircase was a workout. Her thighs burned with the effort of pushing them both upward.
"Nah." Damon shook his head. "She's not. Not really. She's soft." A goofy, lopsided smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. "Real soft. Everywhere. She's got these…" He tried to do an hourglass gesture vaguely with his hands, nearly knocking them both backward.
"Watch it, big guy," Kit grunted, tightening her arm around his waist. "What's she got?"
"Hips. Nice hips." Damon sighed reverently. He let his head drop onto her shoulder, though he still kept an awkward inch of space between their torsos. "Like… fits right here." He looked at the palm of his hand, flexing his fingers. "Love her."
Kit felt a hot flush climb up into her neck. Even now, oblivious to who he was actually talking to, he was obsessing over her.
"She sounds lucky." Kit said quietly.
"I'm the lucky one," Damon corrected immediately. "I'm a mess. She's… Not a mess. Won't let anyone touch me like that but her." He puffed out his chest. "So back off."
"I'm just helping you to your room," Kit laughed, shaking her head. "I promise I won't tell your girlfriend."
"Better not. She'll be so mad at me."
Kit nudged the bedroom door open with her hip. The room was dark, save for the moonlight spilling in through the large windows.
"Alright," Kit breathed, steering him toward the mattress. "Here we go."
She turned, meaning to sit him down, but Damon flopped forward onto the mattress, taking her with him. He flopped face-first into the center of the bed, sprawling out completely. Kit bounced beside him, breathless.
"Okay," she huffed, pushing her hair out of her face. She rolled onto her knees. Damon was already half asleep. His face was buried in the blankets, his arms splayed out wide.
Kit crawled to the foot of the bed. She grabbed the heel of his right boot, picking at the knot, working the thick strings loose. Damon grunted, but he didn't move. She pulled his boot off, letting it drop to the floor. She repeated the process with the left one.
She crawled back up to him. "Damon," she said, patting his shoulder. "Hey. Jacket."
He groaned into the blanket.
"Come on," she coaxed, grabbing the leather sleeve and pulling. "Work with me here."
He rolled onto his side, pliable, but still pretty useless. Kit worked the leather jacket down his arms, wrestling it off his broad shoulders. She tossed it blindly onto the chair in the corner of the room. He was left in a dark henley, the buttons at the collar undone.
She laid down beside him, her back settling against the mattress. Damon shifted and rolled over, throwing a heavy arm across her waist and pulling her flush against his side. His face found the center of her chest, his nose pressing into the soft cotton of her t-shirt. He breathed in deeply, then paused, registering. He took another deep, slower breath, inhaling the familiar scent of her skin.
He shifted. Damon tilted his head up, blinking his eyes open, focusing on her face in the dim moonlight. The hazy, combative distance from downstairs was gone.
"Kit," he mumbled.
"Hi, silly," she said softly.
He tightened his arm around her waist, dragging her even closer until they were perfectly flush. He let out a ragged breath, burying his face into her neck this time.
"Some girl downstairs," he grumbled against her skin, exhaustion finally dragging him under. "Tried to put her hands all over me. Why was she in our house?"
Kit rolled her eyes, looking up towards the ceiling. "Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah." Damon threw his leg over hers. He nuzzled his nose right behind her ear. "Told her to back off. Said I had a girlfriend."
"Mmhm." Kit brought her hand up, her fingers finding the short hair at the nape of his neck. She dragged her nails lightly through the dark strands.
A low, broken purr rumbled deep in Damon's chest. The sound vibrated against her ribs. He practically melted into her, the last remaining tension draining out of his muscles.
Kit squeezed him, wrapping her other arm around his back.
"Well, thank you for being faithful," she said quietly, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.
"'Course," he mumbled, so quiet she had to strain to hear him. "Only you."
His breathing slowed, evening out into a heavy, deep cadence. His grip on her loosened just a little as he slipped into sleep. Kit kept her fingers running through his hair for a few more minutes, letting the quiet of the room wash over her. Damon rarely fell asleep before her. It was something she cherished whenever it did happen.
She let her eyes fall shut. "Love you, idiot," she murmured into the darkness.
Damon didn't answer, but he shifted even closer in his sleep, his nose pressing firmly against her pulse point. Kit let her hand rest flat between his shoulder blades, letting his heavy, deep breaths and the quiet, unconscious rumble of the purr in his chest pull her down into sleep right beside him.
i don’t think Malevola or Sonar would get too in their head all the time about Canyon, but i do think they’d both separately have their own ponderings about it, especially as the three of them grow closer and it feels all the more natural between them
basically in that way where they want it work, it’s been the two of them together for years (generally speaking) and they want that to extend to Canyon as well, but there’s definitely uncertainty regarding obviously how sober Canyon is compared to them and perceived as much more well-adjusted mentally. plus, i feel like he definitely puts more of a front compared to Malevola, so there’s already underlying vulnerability there regarding the idea of Canyon seeing more and more of his genuine side.
like one example is i think it might hit Sonar particularly hard if he’s already dealing with withdrawal symptoms, or if he’s having a particularly hard relapse (once he’s coming down from it) and it’s kind of like “well, they probably won’t stick around now” or something
arrrgh i love the last reblog though, it is definitely nice to ponder the other side of things when i kinda get wrapped up ruminating in my own insecurities and what not
I see self shippers writing themselves to be insecure about getting with their f/os, but what about your f/os feeling insecure about being with you in a "you're too good for me/you'll be a lot happier without me/you don't deserve to go through me" kind of way. This goes double for villain f/os. Don't get me started.
Not very healthy either way but we like to spice things up. Make them beg in their head to love you.
tbh with Canyon’s mii crushing on Malevola’s first,
i do think that could’ve potentially happened in actual triple threat canon too. if Canyon happened to run into Mal in the office (and wasn’t gonna sub-dispatch for the z-team 😅), it definitely would have thought to itself “oh wow, hello 😳” even if Mal was less friendly to it in that particular scenario lmao
also Canyon would be more open/receptive to some degree since it wouldn’t be stressed about having to be the relief dispatcher for z-team in that moment
literally a matter of who saw who first between them basically lmao
Malevola wrapping her prehensile tail around Canyon’s thicker non-prehensile tail, slotting itself in between the larger scutes/scaled spikes that run along the latter’s tail heheh 💖
// "and it was so cool. i tried out these new thrift shops, right? and i actually managed to find some cute plus-sized clothes AND wrestling shirts!! i mean, for now they're hanging in the closet, but one day, i'll have the perfect place to wear them to, and..."
i was trying to find a birthday-themed stock image to use as inspiration but every time i liked one, it was AI 😔😔 so instead i drew something that's been on my mind for a while!!
this is a little more of a personal one for me bc this is an illustration of how it feels to be universebound/soulbound to me 💖 i come home and immediately curl up in bed with my goat and think about telling her anything and everything 💖💖💖 real meli in this art instead of ending bc of that :) and ofc i had to pick one of the wife shirts i actually do own since i wear them constantly XD
triple threat’s running bit of having signed pics of each other like this because “we are heroes, technically, after all! 🤪”
even if they’re just privately kept wallet sized, tbf if they’re already fully involved with each other by the time of the game’s events, they would each make an appearance in the bg at some point in hypothetical scenes where they’re actually on screen
Mal’s and Sonar’s on Canyon’s work desk somewhere and i just knowwww Canyon’s gets whipped out by both of the former randomly at some point, or it’s in a locker or somewhere else of theirs idk
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