Velvetstream values order above all, she lives by the warrior code through and through. She was born as a loner so when Scalestar, Frostswirl, Ochrestripe and Freezespeck briefly traveled with her colony on the way to what would become HillClan territory, she was in awe of the clan structure and rules they spoke of, so now as an adult they're very important to her.
FUN FACT: Since I imagine that after Virgo is mostly healed from the NSP (still having chronic pains and having trouble using her powers).
I imagine... Since my design for her has wings... Leo makes wing braces for her, due to her wings also having these pains, and helping her get her flight back!
I imagine he makes it out of a mix of titanium and some other strong metal that we don't know of so it'll be very strong in case of attacks and light so it'll be easier for her to manuver around certain areas.
Just Leo being an awesome lil brother!
Tord was left home alone often as a child. He fended for himself the best he could, but spent a lot of time hungry or lonely. Hiding under his bed was his self soothing method, it was dark and quiet.
His family while he grew up did not have interest in caring properly for him.
🖕 A headcanon relating to anger
His anger is quiet but frightening. He has intrusive thoughts in his teen years. It's a lot of silent seething and stewing in rage. Not loud outbursts unless it gets REALLY bad.
so diving back into the Howard verse, can u imagine how dominant Ari is with starlet when she’s in heat😭 pls she’s just so desperate to get railed by him and he mocks her so much.
“Aw baby did u cum again already? God what would you do if I wasn’t here to fill you up with my knot huh? And to think u tried shoving me away when I showed up earlier. Now be a good girl and take everything I give you”
I’m 🫠🫠🫠 pls I can’t wait to return to this story omg
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AHH YES YES YES !! I THINK YOU ARE THE MOST EXCITED FOR THAT FIC BESTIE AND I LOVE IT !!
The door swings open and Ari is blasted with a heady smell. "I said I'd pick you up." He clenches his jaw, his blue eyes drifting over your sweaty face and the unsteady rise and fall of your chest.
You clutch your jacket tightly, almost tripping as he tugs you roughly into the frat house. "I-I made it just fine."
He scoffs, peeking out the window for any fucking creeps who followed you here.
Omegas in heat are assaulted so often that it seems normal, and Ari would brush it off if it were anyone else (especially given his family legacy), but not you. Sure, you could hold your own, you've proven that dozens of times, but not when you're in heat. You're too fucking stubborn to give him control at a time like this.
"I swear, you're so fucking stupid sometimes." Ari growls, shoving you up the stairs, "why can't you be a good omega at least once?"
You cover your whimper with a cough and ignore the uncomfortable wetness soaking your underwear. Good omega, didn't you want to be a good omega for him? No. No, not him or any alpha. Just this once you'll accept his help, no matter how sick it made you feel to be intimate with him, to let him see you in your most vulnerable state.
"Just for that, I should just send you back home. See if some other alpha wants you instead since you clearly don't care whose cock you get." He forces you into his bedroom and then slams the door shut, locking it with a flick of his fingers. "If you did, you wouldn't have walked here with your slick dripping down your legs for everyone to smell. Is that it, starlet? You wanna be a wet hole for any bastard who asks?"
You should leave right now, prove him wrong and go through this heat by yourself, but in his room and surrounded by his smell and warmth, you can't physically leave. Your body won't allow you to move unless it's to please your alpha—not your alpha, but definitely the worst on campus.
"I want you to beg for me. Use that pretty mouth for something good."
You clench your fists as another wave hits, your juices smearing through your jeans. "please, help—"
"On your knees." He grins cockily, crossing his arms. "Go on, I'm waiting."
You drop to the floor, face level with his crotch and that hard bulge through his pants. His scent fills your lungs and head, making you dizzy and slip further into that blissful, but needy headspace.
"Please, alpha, help me t-through my heat." You beg through gritted teeth, "please help me. I—I need you."
"That's cute. For an actress, I expected more but I have a better idea." He smirks, slowly tearing off his shirt to toss it onto your lap.
You can't resist bringing the fabric to your nose, inhaling his musk like you're addicted to it—in a way, you are.
His hand lands on the back of your head, pulling you forward until his clothed cock brushes your lips, "Ask for my knot, ask for my cum inside your tight omega cunt. Ask me to fuck you through your heat. Beg me to make you my breeding bitch."
When they're older, Jinora and Kai agreed that he'll be a stay at home dad. He's constantly like, "Behold my trophy wife/ambassador of peace/youngest airbending master in history/milf." He simps for her. Jinora takes after Tenzin and gets really invested in politics when she's older. People fear her.
Ikki is gay. That a whole-ass lesbian, sir. She starts some kind of animal rehabilitation clinic at one of the temples.
Tenzin doesn't let Meelo get his tattoos until he learns how to respect women.
Rohan has WEIRD hobbies that the other kids never had. Pema is constantly surprised and slightly impressed with the increasingly strange injuries she needs to take him to the hospital for. Bug bites, fell in a hole for 16 hours, poked his eye trying to get a good look at a plant.
She made a joke once that if someone manages to injure themselves in a completely new way, they get ice cream after (she was sick and tired of the kids hurting themselves testing the limits of their bending, dont @ her). Meelo got ice cream once, Rohan has gotten ice cream on five separate occasions.
Since I'm apparently slipping back into a 'Harry Warden mood', how about The Miner + spine-tingling, panty-wetting SMUT...please?
Omg well how funny you say that, because I also have been on a Harry kick lately. Idk but I feel we're on the same wave length on that regard, very cool I love it! I even carved my pumpkin this year with Harry because I've been in that mood istg
Harry is so animalistic and will take you wherever he damn well pleases, whether you're doing something in the kitchen and he just takes you over the counter, or even in the bathroom as you're brushing your teeth, the sink can support you.
If you tell him no, he can easily persuade you by touching you in all the right places. He won't forcefully take you against your wishes, but if you're not doing anything super important, why wouldn't he let you see what you're missing out on?
send me a character + fluff, angst, or smut for a hc
Dream is an absolute hoodie monster so Sapnap’s favorite way to tickle him is to pull his sleeves over his hands and tie them in a knot behind his back, pull his hood up and yank the strings to close it, and wedge himself under the hoodie to make sure he feels his hair and stubble and just tickles him silly
I love I love…this has very good mean-tickling potential…
Lemme set the scene~~
George is unlocking the front door of the Dream House as fast as he can because he can hear screaming at the other side of it.
When he gets in he’s met with an interesting scene in the middle of the living room:
It’s like…two people sharing one hoodie? He can’t see any faces…The wailing-figure spins around and he can see the hoodie hands tied behind its back. A little stomp brings his gaze down and he sees those iconic pair of thighs anyone would recognize.
“Sap what are you doing to him!”. George only bumps the door closed and takes a seat for the show.
Sapnap is on his knees with his entire upper body shoved up the front of Dreams hoodie while the taller struggles to even stand. A hysterical muffled wheezing can be heard as he squirms and stomps in place. Evil evil evil.
“Tickling Dream.” “HELP!!!” (They both respond at the same time. Both muffled and one much more frantic than the other.)
Underneath the hoodie Sapnap is nuzzling into a cute little sensitive bellybutton and delivering mean little nibbles. His hands are darting all around. Quick squeezes to sides. Pokes and grabs to the tummy. Mean plucking of rib bones.
Dream is gone.
He can’t help but stomp his feet in place and he desperately tries to not collapse on the younger. A loud muffled shrieking cackle cutting in and out with wheezes is filling the room.
“Sapnap please I can’t take ittt!!!”, he cries.
George laughs.
“What did he do?”
“He tried to scare me while I was playing Valorant again!”, a muffled response.
George doesn’t comment on how the punishment doesn’t seem to fit the crime. He is all too happy to jump on the torture-Dream bus.
“Here let me help.”.
A pinch where Dreams shoulders meet his neck that he doesn’t see coming sends him crumpling back into George with a hilarious choked-scream, inadvertently dragging Sapnap along with him. It isn’t long before they are all screaming and laughing in the chaos as Dream goes feral trying to get out before he’s double teamed while restrained.
Tell me a random ISWM headcanon you have or the duck gets it
DNAKALALW OK OK
I was gonna do a goofy silly one but nah you getting angst
Look what you’ve done Reese.. you’ve got me rambling
I head canon mark can not sleep in the dark or alone in a quiet room, it reminds him to much of his various times in isolation
He can’t go too long in silent areas before getting anxious, he needs the life and movement of the crew around the ship to keep him grounded, to remind him he’s not back on the dead ship or the warpcore and won’t wake up there again
His least favorite time is after the crew has retreated to there quarters and the ship is left very still and quiet and the lights are dimmed.
He gets nightmares, frequently, he usually wakes up in a mini panic or sobbing and rarely is able to fall back asleep. Waking up in his room that is barley lit and quiet wasn’t much help in calming him down either
As an engineer mark would mindlessly pace the halls to look for random minor problems to fix to keep him occupied when he can’t sleep. He didn’t even realize how much his time alone on the ship affected him till one night he woke up from a nightmare and paced the halls as he usually dose, but this time he had trouble disassociating from his dream and was convinced he was back on the ship and had a panic attack, he was later found curled up in a ball sobbing in a corner near the captain’s cryo pod.
This was the first major sign to the captain that something was wrong, mark around this time had clearly been avoiding sleeping, using work as an excuse. And seemed to be stuck in a loop of not wanting to be alone and not wanting to talk with the crew when asked if he’s ok. It’s gotten to the point we’re there isn’t any problems left for him to fix. They didn’t want to press him about it, they respected his space and they didn’t know if confronting it would just make things worse
