#mod echo

Did you know her? Her dreams, her aspirations? One single sentence, address the rest, So tell me how you knew her? Embellish your relation, pain that you feign for a strange 'cuz you'd rather see me gone.

been trying to figure out some system stuff as of recent, current theory is that one of our hosts (oldest active headmate) is actually a subsystem consisting of himself and a little who's held our gender issues since middle school. this little from the subsystem goes by iris currently, uses they/she pronouns.

doodled chance giving iris his hat as a sort of symbol of accepting whatever's going on with her and being open to working with her and helping her.

Yesss absolutely I have a few f/os with sharp teeth so this was a personal pleasure -Mod Echo

Headcanons for an F/O with sharp teeth

they are gorgeous and you can’t stop looking: something runs up your spine every time you see the flash of fangs, something that knows you are looking at a predator in its prime

your f/o is shameless with their teeth, flashing them in grins and grimaces, lips curling up over those perfect points

you can’t stop thinking about how the two of you will kiss: whether it will hurt, how careful you would need to be

when your lips finally meet, your f/o is the one who is careful: they know that you’re a delicate thing and they don’t want to hurt you

it becomes a challenge to break their control: enticing them with deeper kisses, biting their lower lip with your own teeth, slipping your hands under their shirt to hear them gasp, but they never bite down on you

they press tender kisses to your skin: when you press their head to stay in one spot, they suck blooming marks onto you, but they never bite

it’s a torture for you, knowing that you could just ask, but feeling stuck in this unintended contest that you’re not even sure that they’re aware of

and then your first time with each other: fully undressed, taking it slow, enjoying every part of each other, your f/o’s eyes darker with each item of clothing you remove

when the two of you come together, them on top of you, a flex of heat and desire: you hear them groan and then you feel piercing pain in your shoulder

you find their teeth locked into you, but you’re flying so high the pain hardly registers: you’re too busy moving against them, taking whatever they give you

you scratch your nails down their back and they lean back to gasp for breath: you can see your blood on their lips and their sharp, dangerous teeth

it’s only after both of you finish that they realize what they’ve done and dive into apologies: you reassure them that it wasn’t bad, that you wanted it, that you’ve been wanting it

still, the bite mark hurts after you’ve come back down to earth, and you allow your f/o to bandage it and fuss over you

He's skrungly! Thank you for the request! -Mod Echo

Ink: *looks over to Nightmare, startled* DON'T YOU DARE SAY ANYTHING! I am spoiling my Ruru

Nightmare: *raises an eyebrow bone* Innocence yet to be lost entirely?

Ink: And I intend to keep it like that as long as possible

🦌Artemis🦌