#'to touch would be to confirm. to feel is to know.'

[your-bait-and-swich]

Random Date Everything characters NSFW headcanons

Characters featured: Hector, Parker, Lux, Dunk

Ageless/minors DNI

Hector

His favorite part of sex is not actually the sex itself it's the foreplay before anything.

He loves to tease your body by gently moving his hands around your body, and soft kissing anywhere he can like it's some sort of worship. He tries his best to make you squirm and relishes it

This might be a surprise, but most times he doesn't like being a bottom yet he doesn't like to be a dominant top either. He's definitely a soft top wanting you taking the lead, and tell him how to please you

That's not to say that he minds being a bottom but he prefers to help you

Definitely not avoid to be kinky specially if his God wants it. He loves doing anything and everything he can to please you

Except for pain and degrading. He would never even let himself insult you let alone hurt you. the most he'll do is biting and very light choking. Phantom choking basically.

He's actually very silent during sex, and masturbating. The vents aren't really that private you know

Most you'll hear in sex is small panting, and whines but he'll give you more noise if you request

Probably goes without saying, but he loves when you're somewhat demanding. Don't be too cruel about it, but he does love someone that knows what they want

He also wants to know he's doing well. Please praise him for anything he does right for communication sake, and his praise kink

He love's adding temperature play anyway he can to your love making

If you were cold/hot he would make purposeful effort to make his body the opposite so when he touches you, you would feel all the more

Subtly raise the heat slowly forcing you to strip more and more

Occasionally when you're in the middle of sex he'll use the grate on his outfit to blow one thing of cold air to shock you

Aftercare is a must every time. He does not let himself rest until you are clean and taking care of

Lux

(Not sure where to put this but I did give them a dick despite them not having a confirmed sex I think so keep that in mind I guess. I'll keep from doing this in the future tho)

I hate them *proceeds to make these anyway*

When they said you guys only have sex when they wants to upload something on Fans Only they means it. It's hard to convince them when they're not in the mood especially so when they're in the middle of a stream

But if you convince them mostly by sucking up to then they'll end a stream like "I guess that's it for today's stream luxxies! Make sure to check Fans Only soon byeee!~"

Recordings, live and photos are a given.

And if you're lucky enough even outside of Fans Only "Don't count on it"

They're most definitely a grower. A absurdly nice grower bigger than you'd expect. Along with that they're very smooth not having any body hair.

They moans like a pornstar. It's unclear if it's for the recording or they're just like that

Very into exhibition. They don't mind anyone watching honestly they're into it frankly. If they're in the mood it's happening no matter what

Also slightly masochist very into hair pulling and one or two nice slap on the ass

Obviously mostly a bottom, but if they feeling particularly devilish they'll top

When they top they do it to prove a point/a punishment

Favorite "punishment" is you choking on their dick for sure

They love too cum on your face then lay their dick on your tongue. It just makes you so pretty for their Fans Only

They'll say stuff like "good girl/boy/slut" in a condescending way to you after taking these punishments

You will at least have to have a threesome once with some other person Lux choose

Parker Brandley

Good fucking luck buddy

First you got to win that love dice roll and now you need to somehow make board games sex related or it's not happening

Lucky for you strip poker does technically count. Maybe not a board game but it has clear rules and if Uno counts this can count to. He will not let you get away with using this all the time tho

Despite how stingy he can be with it he's very easy to work up. Just a little too much skin and/or touching a certain way can give him a boner instantly

He's quite nervous. Being awkward, and fidget quite a bit for your first time, but he quickly gets into the groove after a bit

When you finally get to the stage of actually doing something he's a feral animal with it

Massive switch! He doesn't really care what way it goes

Bottoming he's very noisy, and reacts very intensely. Unless you gag him the whole house is going to hear his semi screaming

Topping intense, and quick. Boy does not waste a second he acts like it's the end of the world as a plows into you speeding up.

Still a delightful mix of serious and a bit goofy during sex "Ohohoh~! Holy fucking shit!"

When he's more comfortable he'll probably confront you directly for his wants. "Whoever wins tops" he says putting a board game in front of you abruptly.

If you do cheat he will deny having sex outright tho

Nothing sexy like orgasm denial just straight up denying sex maybe for multiple days depending how pissed he is. You only get orgasm denial privileges when you play rightfully and you try to distract him in the game because it's only fair then

He's secretly not really so secretly a pervert his eyes widening cartoonously if you wear a skimpy outfit. Looking over your body secretly whenever he can (it's very obvious)

I feel in my heart of hearts that he is a thighs guy and he wants to be crushed by your thighs so badly

Dunk Shuttlecock

Let's just say it up front and right here you have to tell him if you want sex. He will not and won't catch on to hints or innuendos

His mentality on sports is similar to the mentality he has with sex. He just wants it to be enjoyable doesn't matter how fast, slow, intense, goofy, as long as your both having a great time

Tho if you ask him to give you it to you rough oh he sure will but the chance of you accidentally getting a bruise from it and him apologizing after is higher then maybe preferable(depending who you are) but it's a small risk for a unbelievably great time

However regularly he still has pretty good pace at least enough to make you a little weak after

His stamina is crazy willing to do like 3 to 4 rounds if you're up to it of course. He'll makes sure not to exhaust you too much taking decent breaks in between rounds to get yourself prepared

He's doesn't take sex not all too seriously grinning like a goof, and sometimes giggling

If you're the ticklish type he would definitely tickle you randomly during sex just to hear your laugh

He would be so into funny role play sex. Porno quality stuff as you both try to keep a straight face

Think of stuff you typical would expect like jock and cheerleader, jock and nerd, ect ect. Maybe even a pizza delivery thing too

He's not against a little exhibition. Sometimes grabbing you by the wrist to go somewhere more quiet

Something something shake weight joke

Eats pussy like a champ I know he does. That's not to say he's not good with a dick too [insert shuttlecock joke]

Naked yoga into sex. That's it

Quite a big fan of cockwarming while cuddling in between rounds or after sex

He's naturally a top and prefers being top too but if you ask him cute/sexually enough he'll gladly take the back seat

[tayalla]

that one study (Boroditsky at al. 2003) about grammatical gender where Spanish/German speakers described keys really unbutters my biscuit. sinks my boat, even.

the main reason for that is that Boroditsky is from Belarus and must speak Belarusian, which has three grammatical genders.

imo if your native language has grammatical genders, you will intuitively know that it does not really correlate to sex/gender. (yes, the misgendering a chair jokes are just jokes.) if speakers of gendered languages disagree, I suggest the following examples:

• is there a group of synonyms describing the same referent but with different grammatical genders? if yes, which gender/sex do you assign to the referent then? (in Belarusian, which is presumably Boroditsky's mother tongue, аўтамабіль, машына and аўто all mean 'car'. they are masculine, feminine and neuter respectively. so, what gender is a car? also, what do you do with neuter nouns?)

• is there a noun whose grammatical gender does not match the sex/gender of the referent? (in German the word das Mädchen is a neuter noun that means 'a girl'. in fact, whatever the -chen suffix touches, becomes neuter, meaning be damned)

the only thing that really kinda tracks would be the personification of objects and abstract concepts, i.e. when asked to personify the Sun, the Moon, Death etc. I believe speakers will choose the gender corresponding to the grammatical gender of said nouns. (but this also probably has cultural roots, as you said)

interestingly, Boroditsky mentions this in the part that establishes the context of the study: Russian speakers personified grammatically masculine days of the week as men and grammatically feminine days of the week as women. what she conveniently forgets to mention, is that Sunday is neuter in Russian. so, what happened to Sunday, how did they personify it, you ask? well, wouldn't you want to know, weather boy. it's a fucking mystery. dismissed.

so, I strongly feel she had to have the same intuitions about grammatical gender, and proceeded with the study regardless, so it feels either intellectually dishonest, or the worst case of confirmation bias I've ever seen. inoperable, I fear. so naturally, the study was not replicable. Mickan et al. 2014 that you linked called Boroditsky's results 'sketchy'. quite a burn

Types of linguistics posts you see online:

Linguistics content

Blatantly false etymologies

"What's the reason for German being the ugliest language alive?"

College freshman who just reinvented the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis from scratch

"I just learned my sixth language. What language should I learn next?"

[megapteraurelia]

j.o.i ?? I have a hunch

send me a kink you assume i have and i'll confirm or deny it.

i had to google what that was because i didn't know the abbreviation, but LMFAOOO the german translation was too funny (instruction-asshole) also i never thought about it but YES, ACTUALLY THAT IS SO GOOOOOOOOD, it's so icnredibly hot i like me likey yes yes yes

miya atsumu is spread out on the couch as if he owns the room, one arm of his tossed behind his head, the other draped along the cushions. he's wearing that annoying smirk, sitting easily on his face, cocky in the way his canine glint in the light.

"so what, you just say somethin' and i'm s'pposed to listen? follow like i'm some kinda dog?"

derision drips from his voice, but something akin to pride flickers across his syllables, too. his jaw clenches tightly and his fingers twitch against the fabric of his pants. you allow your eyes to travel over his body slowly, let him see the way you're aware of how he shifts his hips and the way his thighs bulge, tensing up.

your voice is light, "if you want to impress me, sure."

atsumu scoffs, but his sharp eyes linger on your mouth.

"impress ya. right," his hand moves, unconsciously, just resting on his stomach instead of laying next to his body, searching for touch, for warmth, even though it's not yours.

"crazy how you act like you don't care, but you've been hard ever since i walked in."

his cocky grin slips, for half a second and when you lean forward, your fingers ghosting over his leg, his chest rises a little quicker, the tent in his pants stark.

"you always talk about how you're so good at everything, so—" you drop your voice, quieter, let it become more airy too, the way you noticed always had atsumu take a deep breath, "—show me how good you are at listening. just once."

he swallows, throat working around the breath you knew he would take, and his gaze drops to the hand on his thigh, the aching cock inside his pants, his own fingers on his stomach. he could just...let it trail down, could palm his dick over his pants. he doesn't have to listen, he could just give himself a squeeze right here like that.

"yer really serious about it, huh?" he presses out, and the buckle of his belt feels cool underneath his fingertips.

"take your cock out, atsumu," you say instead of replying to his question that needs no answer, anyway, and it's instant the way his spine locks, the way his thighs spread instinctively, the way heat rushes down to his already strained dick.

when he springs free, rock hard and long, an angry vein on the underside pulsating in tandem with his heartbeat, his tip slightly swollen, you take his hand and lick from base to fingertips, again and again and again until your spit's sliding down the side of his finger, pooling in the little valley between his digits.

"go ahead, 'tsumu," you press a tiny kiss to his thumb, and his hand latches onto his cock so fast with a groan, eager to squeeze his throbbing cock, already sliding and twisting, your spit slick against his skin, "but if you go too fast, i'll stop looking. and if you don't listen, i stop saying anything."

a tiny sound escapes him, one that he tries to swallow because god, it's almost embarrassing, the whine that threatens to leave his mouth. but he obeys, a slow stroke, then another, keeping to the pace you dictate, and his breath stutters, lips parting, nothing smug to say anymore, only drawing moan after moan at your command.

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I'll be waiting (ch. 4)

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When a wound puts you in the way of your almost ex-husband, the months without talking are over and perhaps it is the opportunity to resume your marriage or end it.

*English is not my first language

*Sorry for medical inaccuracies

Chapter 4

After the exams, you were waiting for Robby. The pain was bearable, but you wanted this to end. You were never good at waiting, and the messages on your phone about work related stuff were ending your patience. You heard a noise and raised your eyes.

���Hey, y/n, how everything is going here? Are we making your visit pleasant?”

You laughed at Dana’s salute. “Yes, of course, the best scores for all of you, especially for you”.

Dana came close, sat on the bed with you, and touched your hand. “It’s good to see you, even in these circumstances”.

You smiled to her, “I hope the next time will be with some wine and dinner.”

She smiled wider, “Of course, but first, have you talk to the police?”

You knew that it was required to talk to the police, the assault to medical personnel was a big problem, and it was important to file a complaint. “Not yet, but the security staff already talk with the police when they came for the dad, I think that they would contact me soon.”

She got up still with a little concern in her eyes. “OK, do you need anything?”

You took a breath and smiled. “Yes, get out of here”.

Both of you laughed. “Soon. See you later”.

While you were waiting, Robby was exiting trauma 2 with Collins by his side.

“I heard y/n is here, is she ok?”

Robby was still anxious but thanked that the staff was worried about you. Heather was now a dear friend, her heart always so big that when she knew about you and Robby, only said “you fit like a glove” and smiled.

“Yes, she is here, probably only a dislocated shoulder. In fact, I’m going to see if the results are ready…”

Robby approached the station and, on a tablet, reviewed your file, the results of the tests were ready, confirming his diagnosis.

“Yes, just the shoulder.”

Collins nodded. “Do you need help?”

Robby smiled. “No, thanks. Perlah could do it with me. Remined me, when the new guys would come?”

Collins knew that welcoming the new students and interns was not the favorite part of the day for Robby, even though he was a good teacher. “In two days”.

Robby started to walk to where Perlah was, still talking to Collins. “Right, well, this was a good case to learn, but whatever, shame on them to not be here now”.

Both laughed and parted ways.

After the reduction, Robby was putting you in a sling. “It would be a little difficult to make your daily activities, but everything will be alright in a couple of weeks, if something doesn’t feel right, call me or come here, we could check it out, ok, sweetheart?”

You were looking at your hand. “I was wondering how I’m going to work with my dominant hand restricted”

Robby looked at you like you were saying odd things. “Work? That’s what worries you?”

You nodded, if there was anything you two were alike in, it was that you both liked your work very much. “Yes, Robby. I need to work”.

“No, you need to rest. I’m sure someone can do your work while you recover.”

You looked at him, a little angry because if someone’s gonna lecture you about proper rest, it will not be Robby, the workaholic.

“We have a lot of work; the social service department is understaffed like everything around here. I cannot put that burden on someone else. You know how it is.”

Silently, Perlah got out, she liked to gossip, but this was an argument that she didn’t want to take part.

“Please, hear your doctor’s advice. If you don’t wanna listen to me, talk to Abbot, or I can bring you Collins or Mohan. They would say the same. I will bring Kiara, you can arrange something. Or I will call Gloria.”

You were surprised, Robby talking willingly to Gloria? Yeah, when the hell freezes.

“Robby, it’s not up to you”.

It was the turn of Robby to look surprised. He took a step back, but didn’t change his argument.

“Look, I know that I don’t have a word about your life anymore, but what you been through it’s not normal and you need to take some time off, please.”

You looked at each other for almost a minute in silence. You knew that he was worried about you, as a doctor and as a co-worker.

“I will talk to Gloria, maybe I could stay at home today and tomorrow, that’s all the time I’m willing to take.”

You committed to that, not giving up another inch. Robby swiped the back of his hand across his forehead.

“Ok, at least take those days off. But really rest, please.”

You half smiled at him. “Yes, of course. But I need to do laundry, cook, you know, the normal things.”

Before his brain had time to think about it, he answered you. “I could bring you something to eat now and later I can bring you dinner.”

Both were surprised by his offer. Dinner? After so many months without talking?

But the love that you still have for Robby was bigger than your fears and doubts.

“Well, in that case, sure. You can bring me dinner and give me a sandwich while my papers are ready.”

Both of you smiled, and there was a gleam in his eyes that you had missed.

He started to walk backwards. “Right, a sandwich is on the way.”

You laughed and waited for him.

You were dressed and ready to go to talk to Gloria. So, you walked to the nurse station to say goodbye to Dana. “I’m going upstairs, just wanna say bye.”

She came close to you and gave you a light hug. “Everything is well between Robby and you? Perlah said that you were fighting.”

You puffed. “We weren’t fighting, it was a little exchange of arguments. Nothing serious. But yes, we are fine. We weren’t on the same page about my rest, but we made a deal, and everything is as well as it can be.”

She laughed at you. “Sure, honey. Oh, and, lo and behold, your husband!”

Behind you, you felt Robby’s presence.

“Well, it was a pleasure talking to you, Dana, as always.”

She laughed while you turned around to see Robby.

“I’m going to talk to Gloria, already talked with my co-workers to organize the activities.”

“Good, let me walk you to the elevator.”

He put his hand on your waist, and while you were walking, every sound of the ED fades away. The only thing that you could feel was the warmth of his hand, his perfume and his voice. When the doors of the elevator opened, you stepped in.

“Thanks, Robby, see you later?”

“Sure, I’ll bring you your favorite pizza.”

And that promise filled you with butterflies. Maybe, just maybe things can change.

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[plutoenjoyer]

jooyeon — bath time

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genre: fluff 𓇬 wc: 1.6k

tags: gender neutral reader but lmk if i missed anyrhing, fluff, established relationship, not beta read, drabble

warnings: none

summary: your boyfriend comes home from tour and you do your best to make him relax.

notes at the end

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"joo, you good in there?"

you shout from behind a shut door, knocking gently as to not startle him.

you get a muffled "uh huh", confirming he was settled in.

you smile to yourself a little. you missed this.

you're about to head off—it might be a good use of your time to go finish doing some laundry or put away some dishes you left out to air dry. but before you can walk away, you hear him call out to you, the faint sound of sloshing water following his movements.

"actually," he begins, voice soft and tinged with a slight rasp that only comes out when he's tired or at ease or both, "wanna come in? ... doors unlocked,"

you're more than willing to help out, but it's uncommon for him to do something like this. "ah? okay!" you respond with just the slightest lift to your voice, hoping you don't come off too eager but also not uninterested, which he probably wouldn't care about but you absolutely do (as someone who very often gets tested).

you give the door a light knock before entering, and you see jooyeon with his eyes shut, head laid back against the rim of the tub and a sea of bubbles surrounding him. you giggle at the sight, unable to hold back the laughter. he doesn't open his eyes to look at you but the slight quirk of his lips at the sound of your laughter lets you know he's paying attention.

"you look relaxed. do you like the bubble mix i got you?" you grin at him, happy that he's using your gift well.

"mm," he sighs, "warm. feels nice. smells good."

as you approach, you sit beside the tub on the stool you have for when you can't reach the top shelf of the medicine cabinet. your bathroom is by no means nice—perhaps the best thing about it is the deepness of the tub—but if it could serve jooyeon's aching body well, so be it. you could find ways to make it as spa like as you could, just for him.

"good, i'm glad," your voice goes soft as you watch him soak in the warm bubble bath. laying your head down against the side of the tub, you smile fondly. when he's like this, his features free of any stress or fatigue, he looks more boyish than ever. it makes it all the more obvious to you just how much he's been carrying on his shoulders everyday. it may not be his most polished look but you love his slightly chapped lips and unkempt eyebrows, strands of his long hair damp and curling around his forehead. the suds from the bubble mix slightly obscure the moles peppering his collarbone and chest that you think are adorable. there's a lively color to his cheeks as the heat rises up from the water, and you can't help but feel like you did a good job preparing this for him. even through the steam you can tell he's enjoying himself, "you deserve it the most, baby," you coo at him, sounding a bit silly with how you've squished your cheek against the tub.

he only bothers to pry his eyes open and lazily squint at you when he hears you get closer, and gives you a dreamy, toothy smile. you can tell he's tired because he doesn't try and kiss you as a greeting like he always does when you get even the slightest bit close to him. "thank you, y/n. this is so freakin' awesome," his usual boyish vernacular always seeps through somehow.

you snicker at him softly in agreement. as you look upon his figure, you're reminded of something else you could do for him.

"do you want help? i can wash your hair for you," you take the chance to reach out and brush some of the hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear as if that would do anhthing—its the thought that counts. you just like to touch him when you can.

"mm," he hums as he leans into your touch, "but you already did all this for me already. i know you're tired too, it's been a long day."

"you're kidding," you pout at him, tapping him lightly on the nose in protest, "you just got back from tour and i haven't seen you i weeks. let me pamper you! and, i know your shoulders have been aching. so no 'buts'." you try your best to scrunch your eyebrows and nose, but you know how silly it looks to pretend and be strict with him.

"okay, okay," he lets out a raspy laugh watching how you're already reaching for your plethora of nicely scented hair care products. he knows how stubborn you can be when you've set your mind on something, and even more so when it comes to his wellbeing.

you tap on his damp shoulder to signal him to flip around, and he does so with no objection.

this part comes easily to you. you begin by turning the handle on the detachable shower head and begin soaking his hair with warm water, gently running your fingers through it. you make sure to avoid getting it in his eyes. you think it's cute that he still shuts his eyes with all his might instead of just closing them normally as if it negates the risk of getting water there any more than usual.

then, when you're finished, you try and replicate all the head spa videos you watch on youtube by rubbing the soap between your palms to create a lather before massaging it into his scalp. you take special care in how and where you soak the soap through his hair, trying to make it as slow, thorough, and relaxing as possible. your hand movements, after a certain point, begin to gain a rhythm, your only intention to get him to relax. the only sound in the room for a bit is the subtle sound of soap suds being gently scrubbed with your nails.

"joo?" you ask softly, wondering how he's doing. you've taken his silence as a signal you're doing well, and from your angle you can see how his shoulders droop with ease from the lack of tension.

you get another hmm in response.

"whatcha thinkin' about?" you make some light conversation with him as your hands press even deeper into his skin, trying to work out all the knots in his neck and shoulder area.

"mostly just trying not to fall asleep," he smiles sleepily, "and also that i like you a lot." the loving tone of his voice makes you want to melt. with the way he normally is as a spirited, cheerful guy (what is otherwise known as 'being loud as hell), you take these moments of softness with him to heart.

"that's good to know." you nod in agreement, still working your hands. you're so focused you don't even stop to think about how your arms are beginning to ache, "i happen to like you a lot too,"

"wow, 'a lot'? i'm flattered, really," he jokes with you, but the sarcastic bite he's going for falls flat with how drowsy he's beginning to sound. at this signal, you wrap up your massage, and with another pass of the shower head, his hair is clean.

you smile at your work, resting your hands on the curve of his shoulder between the neck, "there! all done."

his dark brown eyes turn up to look at you, and you just have to admire how blissful he looks with that cute grin that shows off his slight snaggletooth. "felt nice," is all he chooses to say. you giggle wholeheartedly and give him a quick kiss on the forehead.

"okay! soak as long as you want. i'll go clean up and get ready for bed, too." you prepare to stand up and let him be, but then with a swish of the water and bubbles on his hands, he grabs your forearm before you can get up.

"you're going?" his eyes are so puppy-like you find it hard not to clutch at your chest with how much it makes you feel. he's turned to face you now, the upper half of his body now leaning against the side of the tub, one hand propped against the rim and the other gracefully moving to interlock his fingers with yours. whatever energy he had left in him, you really didn't know where he managed to find it.

teasingly, you scoff but make no move to let go of him, "you'll have me all night, joo, i promise. or can you really not stand to be without me for a few minutes anymore?"

"yup, exactly that," he replies so immediately and nonchalantly that you feel the urge to poke him in the nose again, "oh! if i get out now, can you help me dry off?"

"like, your hair? or, like ... all of you," you raise your brow at him quizzically, trying not to smirk with the implications you're hinting at.

"i meant my hair, weirdo," he laughs, but then gives you a serious look and a wiggle of his eyebrows that makes you want to cringe but also kiss him at the same time, "but that could definitely be arranged,"

snickering at the madness that comes out of his mouth, you can't help but fall in love with him even more, "oh my god you're such a dork," you meet his expectant brown eyes that make you hesitant to ever say no to him, "i mean, if you really want me too—"

that's all it takes for him to immediately errupt in a cheer like he's gotten a birthday gift, and tries to get out of the tub, in which you shriek and try to both find a towel for him and cover your eyes at the same time.

... you cherish these moments just as much as the rest.

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notes: hi guys! trying to ease myself back into the swing of writing since i miss the community here a bunch ;; it's crazy how easy it is for me to write jooyeon compared to anyone else lol. i hope this was coherent and someone enjoyed in the least!!! 😭 i hope you're all doing well! take care of yourselves in the upcoming summer heat 💗

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[housemdork]

you think that house throwing in all of his most homoerotic lines ('shouldn't we try a twosome first?', 'we don't have to have sex, sometimes it's just nice to cuddle and talk', the one about wilson confessing that he was gay for house all along being obvious etc.) is him letting his tongue loose, even (gasp!) subtly confessing, because he doesn't know how much time wilson has left?

"— as opposed to the writers' last queerbaiting hurrah (sorry i forgor to add this)" - including the last half of your ask here!

i'm obsessed with this question, and i'll answer in 2 parts!

maybe it's just me who has a negative connotation with "queerbaiting" as a concept, but i think this arc specifically is queer-coded. to me, queerbait implies jokes/innuendo from the writers to the audience poking at fan interpretations that often have a lot of good merit to them. i think of 6x11 as an example (except the underlying premise of that episode is EXCEEDINGLY queer on purpose). 8x20 specifically is all about forcing wilson's tendencies to adopt personas into the open, and that he confides in house about this habit associates house and wilson with deconstructing those personas. as a gay wilson truther, i'm firm in my belief that heterosexuality is wilson's heaviest persona of all. so all that is to say that i don't think it's queerbait! i think these 2 are the real deal in a very bizarre 2000s network tv sort of way that doesn't superficially confirm anything, but subtextually does a shocking amount of work to subvert heteronormativity in the makeup of house md.

i think that those comments house makes have several functions. especially in 8x19-8x21, they ground the audience in at least some glimpses of humor amidst super dark episodes. they remind us of the extent of vulnerability between these 2. they shine a new light on wilson's increased contentment with house being His Person. they also show a distancing between wilson and sex, which is a big deal since he was the show's certified whore for a good while there lmfao. these jokes bothered wilson in the past (re: 2x07), but they are commonplace now. reputation isn't so concerning to wilson anymore; his personas are falling to the wayside.

but your question is about house specifically. i can't really point to anything textual to support this, but i can share my own version of Hilson events :D. i think house was just infatuated with wilson on impact in 1991, and fully convinced that he was gay. realizing and admitting to himself that this wasn't the case over the years would be super painful for house (someone who can read people so easily), but necessary. i think house is happy to have wilson in his life in whatever way possible, whether that be romantic, platonic, even just coworkers - he's so obsessed with keeping wilson at PPTH no matter the cost.

so in those last months i definitely consider this a return to early hilson years. as house sees the personas and defenses fall away, he has to test his hypothesis at least one more time - surely this guy who i've just spent 21 years with likes men, right? and who safer to explore this with than, again, the person who's spent 21 years at his side?

i hope this answered your question lmfao i kinda went off the rails. and i don't mean to assume that you feel a certain way about "queerbait" as a word/concept; that's just my interpretation!

OH BUT ONE MORE THING. in 8x19 and 8x20, house touches wilson in moments of affection and joy. i can literally never think of another time where he does this:

even if the 8x20 example is goofy, it kinda speaks to your point. subtly confessing! can't be too obvious. can't push wilson too far, too fast.

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the dragon's bride

smut || sylus x reader || alternate au || sylus and his dragon form during the medieval times || could be triggering for others so read at your own risk || story masterlist : love and deepspace

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CHAPTER 3 : YOUR DRAGON

"Sylus," you whispered his name, a soft, breathy sound that felt like a secret, a dark desire on the cusp of discovery.

The moment it left your lips, his crimson eyes darkened further, a profound shift in their depths. His hand, still cradling your delicate cheek, sent shivers down your spine with its subtle touch, leaving you panting.

You felt his other hand snake around your back, pulling you flush against his well-sculpted chest. Your small hands instinctively rested there, feeling the rigid muscles tighten beneath your palms, his immense heat spreading like wildfire from your fingertips throughout your entire body.

Sylus’s gaze dropped to your lips, a raw hunger igniting in his eyes. Slowly, he pulled your face closer, closing the last inches between you, claiming your mouth in a hungry, devouring kiss.

You gasped, and he took the opportunity, his tongue sweeping inside, massaging yours, deepening the kiss as he molded your soft body against his defined, powerful muscles. He pulled back, only inches separating your faces, his voice a low growl.

"So soft. So delicious. All mine."

Then he asked, a hint of dark amusement in his voice, "Tell me, kitten, is this your first kiss with a man?"

You shyly nodded, and his eyes gleamed with a dangerous satisfaction.

The confirmation of your untouched purity seemed to fuel his desire, the unspoken promise that he would be the only one to ruin you, to claim every inch of you until you forgot what it was like to be untouched.

Your breath hitched in your throat, anticipating his next move. You felt his hands on you, moving slowly, deliberately, as if savoring every part. From your neck, down your back, his large hands gripped the plump swell of your ass with a firm squeeze, then moved to your thighs.

He nuzzled his nose into your neck, soft kisses turning into sharp nips on your skin. You gasped audibly when he bit down, marking you, then soothed the tender skin with the velvet of his tongue. He pulled back, his crimson gaze filled with a possessive pride as he admired his mark.

Then, with an effortless grace, he stood, carrying you in his arms as if you weighed nothing. He walked back to the entrance of the cave, and there, he spread his immense, majestic wings, a breathtaking display that made you marvel in awe and wonder. He carefully placed you on the ground, then draped his own thick, heavy cloak around your shivering form.

"Convey this to your humans," he commanded, his voice a low, resonant rumble. "While they have finally presented me with my bride, their selfish desires will not be granted. It will only lead to the destruction of their kingdoms. I will await your return before the sun sets, or your kingdom will face my wrath."

You nodded, understanding the gravity of his words. You had no desire to disobey him; you knew your place, and you couldn't deny the magnetic pull between you, a strange ache in your heart even at the thought of parting. This was your first task as his bride. He took you to the outskirts of the kingdom, and you made your way towards the castle.

Once inside, the elders immediately rushed towards you, ushering you into a separate room. Their faces were alight with hope, with eager expectation, and in that moment, you truly understood what Sylus had meant.

They weren't seeking his blessing; they coveted his treasures.

You began to speak, conveying his stark message, knowing fully that they will not like it, hoping that this would end well.

The faces that had moments ago been hopeful, filled with respect and reverence, twisted into expressions of pure spite and murderous rage.

They cursed you, shouted, berated you, calling you a failure, a disappointment, useless, and nothing good. You stood there, trembling, shaking, wishing desperately that you had stayed with Sylus.

The torrent of abuse continued for hours, interspersed with their frantic bargaining for you to somehow change Sylus's mind, but you simply looked away, knowing his will was absolute.

You saw the sun begin its slow descent, a terrifying reminder that your time was running out. You were meant to be back with Sylus by now, or the kingdom would suffer his wrath. Then, one of the elders unsheathed a sword, and a chilling realization dawned on you :

The girls who had been sacrificed before… they hadn't been killed or devoured by Sylus. They had been killed by these very people.

You stumbled backward in terror, fearing for your life, your mind flashing back to Sylus, to the strange happiness you felt when he called you his bride. The elder advanced slowly, the cold steel gleaming, declaring there was no point in keeping you alive.

But just as the blade arced towards you, a deafening blast tore through the castle walls.

And there, bathed in the dust and debris, stood Sylus, in all his glorious, terrifying majesty. His eyes were dark, a chilling crimson, blazing with a murderous rage as he took in the scene – his fated bride, his mate, his destiny, about to be cut down by the kingdom's 'trusted' elders.

The elders recoiled in terror as Sylus advanced, each step resonating with an intense, intimidating power, his potent aura emanating outwards.

He then spoke, a mocking, guttural laugh rumbling in his chest. "Humans," he snarled, "are disgusting. They will do anything to satisfy their selfish desires, even draw a sword on their own 'sacrifice,' the one they once treated with such care and delicacy, simply because their greed cannot be satiated."

His attention snapped to the elder who held the sword.

With a swift, powerful movement, Sylus lifted the man by his neck, slowly crushing his airway, his voice steeped in simmering rage and fierce protectiveness towards you.

"Let this be a lesson," he commanded, his voice echoing through the ruined hall. "Never harm my bride. And never covet more than what is necessary for this kingdom."

He continued, his eyes locked on the terrified faces of the remaining elders, "I have changed my mind. I will not bestow blessings. Instead, I shall curse this kingdom."

With an effortless crunch, he crushed the elder's neck, the sound sickeningly loud, terrifying the others into petrified silence. You, however, felt only a profound relief that he had arrived in time.

The King and Queen, alerted by the commotion, witnessed the grim scene. Piece by piece, they understood. They immediately fell to their knees, bowing before Sylus, apologizing profusely and sincerely.

The King, known for his righteousness, his kindness, and his unwavering dedication to his people, seemed to stir something within Sylus.

As Sylus could perceive the true desires within a person, he paused, considering. He then stated that they would need to convince him this kingdom deserved his blessings, that it would not covet more than what was needed.

The King, filled with gratitude, thanked Sylus for his consideration and vowed to do everything to earn his trust.

Then, with gentle care, Sylus lifted you into his arms and carried you back to his haven. He laid you carefully onto a bed, which you noted was surprisingly warm and soft. Then, with a mesmerizing shift, he transformed into his human form, a sight that once again left you in awe.

He sat beside you, soothing your cheek with his touch, before diving in for another kiss. This time, it was softer, more intimate, and you let him deepen it, learning the rhythm of his desire.

He finally pulled away, his voice a low, husky promise. "It's time for us to eat, little kitten. You'll need your energy for what I have planned for you, all night long."

[writingjourney]

How do you think a Rook x Emmrich romance would have been different if she had been one of his students?

Oh boy. Put on your seatbelts for this one (also… mild 18+)

I think, first of all, it depends a little on how directly involved he was in her teaching. Just a lecture here and there? Hm, not good, no, but it’s doubtful anyone would care in the long run. But we know Emmrich is INVOLVED in his teaching. In the game he talks about how important close supervision is, how he prefers smaller groups so that he can cater more individually to his students, and now, hear me out, if Rook was someone that he’d been working so closely with this man would have the most intense existential crisis to ever exist. Full on meltdown wondering about his own sanity at this point. What man of his academic caliber would ever fall for one of his students?

Sure, this attraction to her should not matter in the grand scheme of things, not when the Gods threaten to destroy life as he’s known it. Rook has been working with Varric instead of taking her classes and who knows if she’d ever go back to any of those he’s involved with. They could definitely find a way for this not to happen, he’s got the connection, could get her under supervision from someone else. And he can calm his doubts insofar as to remind himself that he was not into her before all this, not before he got to know her so closely, there was nothing untoward. But then, is this true?

Every interaction with Rook – or, just Ingellvar at the time – would be viewed through a different lens. Is it true that he never noticed the intensity of her gaze, the specific colour in her eyes? The beauty of her smile when she directs it at him? The way her fingertips dance across the pages of a book when she’s so focused on reading, the materials he presented her with? Memories flicker in his mind, of her visiting him during his office hours, how their eyes met across the lecture hall, the way she’d linger with other students after class and how he’d nod at her to say his goodbyes, the smile she met him with. Nothing feels quite so innocent anymore, in retrospect, and he wonders if anyone ever noticed, if his colleagues or the other students already think him perverted.

Naturally, he vows to never act on these new-found feelings, lest anyone ever finds out.

But oh, Rook does not share the same hesitations. When you’re on a death mission, really, why care about propriety? Or, has she ever really cared? And no, at first she doesn’t notice how he’s fighting with himself every time they touch, how he’s half-mad with want and half-mad with disgust whenever she flirts and he flusters like a teenage boy. The worst, however, is that he can see that his hesitation is hurting her, how her interest in him seems to go beyond superficial flattery for a teacher in hopes of a good grade.

No, she confirms their connection is genuine, that her interest is genuine, and he’s tempted to push it just a little farther, take her back to the Necropolis under almost-false pretence, show her around the memorial gardens, careful to avoid anyone they know. Just… out of curiosity, of course, and because it is her home as well. It won’t hurt if he introduces her to his parents, an eager student who he gets along with. It’s only after that outing that he notices he’s in way over his head. The way she’d reacted to his opening himself up about his fears was everything he’d ever hoped for, the way she never flinched back, put her hand on his arm to squeeze in comfort without knowing just how welcome her touch was.

From then on, he can’t stop thinking about her and these thoughts are sometimes so inappropriate that he’s shaking whenever he tries to suppress them. It spirals, then, the oh i should not and the oh but i want to. and he’s touching himself to the thought of her, not even purposely, but the image of her mouth just so happens to pop into his head and he comes so hard he almost blacks out. Only for then to have a proper meltdown, tears involved, until Manfred hears him in despair and fetches Rook because he’s so worried. Emmrich snaps out of it so fast but he’s mortified to even attempt touching himself from then on.

And Rook? Well, he doesn’t tell her and he’s not going to indulge his need for her reassurance. But it’s harder and harder to stay in control of it and he does not want to lie to her, not when his forced distance is already causing her brow to crease in that sad way every single time he pulls back. So when she touches him the next time he lets it happen, when she compliments him he smiles with a little more charm, and it’s a bit of dance to keep it hidden until he knows that it’s working out (not to anyone but them, really, they ALL know). This could be an academic suicide if he's not careful and despite it all he is still scared of his mortality, of their age difference and the fact that this could be such a fleeting thing, but holding her hand is healing something inside of him and every hour they spend together makes him feel a little more like himself. How can any of that be so bad?

So, yes, eventually he can’t resist taking her on a date, though he won’t call it that, and he can’t resist kissing her, showering her in gold and compliments and love. And through it all he gets protective of her in completely new ways. Because if anything, this is his burden and he never wants her to be the subject of rumours and whisper and gossip. He does not want her to think he’s ashamed of what he feels for her or that he does not want people to know, so I do not think, once they actually move forward, beat the Gods and commit to each other, that he’d keep it secret.

No, at this point, it is a selfish thing and he's assured enough that their love transcends any such obstacles. I think he’d be very firm on standing his ground, making sure that, if she wants to continue her education, it will be with a safe professional distance from him, and if not? Even better, he’ll support her in whatever else she’s set her mind to. But under no circumstances will he let anyone sully their relationship by painting it as dirty, inappropriate or worse. Because no matter what happened before, Rook is his now, his to love, his to please, his to show off – and he takes that very seriously.

[friendly-neighbourhood-archon]

@anonymousreader4d7 Aaaalright, you know I'm a yapper, I'm more than happy to indulge you and tell you about all three of them even hahaha

Blindness Fic:

During a mission gone wrong, Aventurine gets injected with a mysterious substance. As his luck will have it, he manages to make his escape. But as the hours pass, his vision slowly gets worse and worse, until he's fully blind.

With some help from some subordinates he manages to return to the IPC headquarters, where he's promptly put into the medical wing and the doctors there try to figure out what's wrong with him and what that substance was.

But as time passes, even after a few weeks, they have nothing. Nothing they try helps him in any capacity. And Aventurine struggles a lot with adjusting to this new life. At first, he basically just lays in bed. Listens to radio or audiobooks to keep himself at least a little entertained. Or talks to Topaz, who visits him sometimes, when she has the time to. His phone lies abandoned in a corner, because even if Topaz tried to help him set it up to use it while blind, he doesn't feel like trying.

Eventually, after a bit more than a month, the IPC decides that there's no use in trying further and he loses his rank as a stoneheart and they kick him out of the medical ward. So he returns home to his apartment.

Of course, he's in a pretty bad state mentally. He feels useless and like his life is over. He constantly bumps into everything and his whole body hurts because of that. As he's home, he can't even do housework or cook for himself. Even ordering food is annoying. Everything is just so hard now and he kind of gives up. Just eats whatever, doesn't take care of himself, doesn't bother trying to clean much because he can't see if it's actually clean anyways.

Ratio has messaged him repeatedly but Aventurine doesn't know because he still doesn't touch his phone. Because he wasn't able to reach him, he started getting worried and instead got in touch with Topaz, who informed him of everything that happened.

Knowing Aventurine a little, he figures that he'll go to his apartment to make sure he's okay, because he has a bad feeling. And when Aventurine ends up opening the door, he looks absolutely terrible, and what little he can make out of the apartment, looks just as bad.

So he decides to invite himself in and stay for a while. Help Aventurine get back on his feet and help him learn how to navigate this new life. And as Ratio is staying, they slowly start to get closer to one another and eventually get together and their pathetic pining since their first meeting finally has an end.

Soulmate AU:

On Ratio's homeplanet, everyone has the name of their soulmate written on their wrist in grey color. When they finally meet them and speak their name for the first time, the writing turns the color(s) of the soulmate's eyes.

For two people from that planet, only one of them would need to speak the others' name for both soulmate marks to fill in and confirm the bond. But for those whose soulmate comes from another planet, the person from the other planet doesn't have a mark at first. So the person with the mark has to say the name and then the other person gains the mark in that moment. Soulmates then also start to slightly detect feelings through their bond (not detailed, just the general feelings).

Ratio's name is Kakavasha, and when he was younger, he spent a lot of time researching where the name was from. Because it was quite clear it wasn't native to his home planet, so it had to be someone from somewhere else. But he never found out anything and eventually stops searching. Sporadically, he takes it up again, but always comes up with nothing.

He doesn't want to fully give up on his soulmate because he might meet them some day. But then he also has feelings for Aventurine and he feels guilty. Both towards his soulmate for being in love with someone else and towards Aventurine for loving him when he has a soulmate he is kind of waiting for. So he tries not to pursue Aventurine, even if he catches himself sometimes playing into the others' banter or almost flirting. At some point, he told Aventurine about this concept, but never told him the name.

One day, Ratio and Aventurine sit together and talk. And Ratio asks him about Sigonia. It's rare for Aventurine to open up about these things, but he seems to be in a good mood and so he talks about how life was there a bit. And then he starts talking about a spring festival and mentions how he was named after it because he was born during it. He may not know the exact date when he was born, because the festival was over two days, but at least he has some idea when.

Of course, he can't help himself and ask about the name of the festival. So Aven tells him that the name of the festival is Kakava, and because of that he was named Kakavasha.

Dumbstruck, Ratio repeats the name. The name he'd seen all these years, wondered if it was pronounced the way he thought it was - and as he feels a zap, he can see that his mark has color now. But he also immediately is aware that his name has just appeared on Aventurine's wrist. Aven has been marked against his will before, so internally, Ratio is freaking out.

He slips out that he shouldn't have repeated the name, it would have been better if he hadn't. Meaning, he should have just shown him his wrist and leave the choice up to Aventurine. They could have been soulmates even without the bond ever fully completing, he would have been fine.

But Aven interprets it as Ratio not wanting him of all people as soulmate. The dirty avgin slave. Of course he woulnd't be good enough for Ratio. Before he can get overwhelmed by his feelings and his mask breaks, he leaves.

It takes them a little while of not talking, but eventually they finally do and everything gets resolved, of course.

Experimented on Fic:

Inspired by the absolutely gorgeous "How to Accidentally Acquire a Half-Snake Boyfriend, a Guide by Veritas Ratio".

Again mission gone wrong type of situation, where Aventurine ends up being kidnapped by a mad scientist who does genetic experiments. He tries to create different weird hybrids or creatures to sell them off for a lot of money.

For Aventurine, he decides he'd look pretty as a naga/mermaid (undecided still, though Naga Aven would probably have a bit of an easier life afterwards than mermaid Aven) and is sure he'd make a ton of money. But he also doesn't treat his test subjects super well because he wants to maximise profits.

Topaz and Ratio team up and manage to locate him, they pose as buyers and the scientist delivers Aven blindfolded and shackled to Ratio's home. He's very thin and slightly injured, clearly malnourished.

Ratio does his best to nurse him back to health, but Aventurine is also kind of trying to avoid things because he feels ashamed/embarassed for how he looks like. Tries to hide his tail and other traits, tries not to touch Ratio and avoids being touched as much as he can.

He feels disgusting and doesn't want Ratio to have to deal with this, who must find him just as disgusting. Being Avgin is already bad enough for most, and that's just the cherry on top now.

But Ratio is sweet and patient with him, bringing him anything he might want or need, utterly devoted to help him and make him feel better.

And over time, touches linger more than they need to, glances grow longer and steadier. Aventurine feels stupid for still being in love with Ratio but how can't he when he treats him like that?

Eventually, Aven learns to live with his new self and to accept himself and these two dumbasses also end up as a couple.

[buniibloom]

“nothing to us, run up, you're done up, we come up

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎from sunup to sundown, so come out to play.”

“I never thought I’d say this, but… I think LUOYIN might be taking MIANSHANG’s crown. I was a die-hard Peach Fairy stan — still love her, don’t get me wrong — but the first time I saw LUOYIN perform live? It felt like getting hit by a truck full of glitter and danger. They’re not soft. They’re not safe. They’re magnetic. There’s something about the way Xiao-di grins mid-verse like he knows your secrets, or how Third Prince doesn’t even need to move much to command the whole stage. And Sun-ge? Don’t get me started. It’s like watching a star collapse and be reborn in front of you. I still respect MIANSHANG, but LUOYIN is... different. They make you feel like you’re in on something forbidden. Like the rules don’t apply when they’re onstage. I don't care what their concept is supposed to be — they’ve got the whole fandom wrapped around their fingers, and honestly? They might have me too.”

— @moonlitvenom, featured in Starbeat Magazine’s: “The Next Generation of Idols”

(Editor’s note: The user declined to confirm if they had, in fact, unfollowed MIANSHANG’s official account. Their eyes said yes.)

📱【假想微博热帖】#LUOYIN是谁在拯救我又毁灭我#

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Macaque touches a piano key and my soul detaches. MK exists and suddenly I’m thirteen and blushing again. Wukong SMIRKS and I forget how to walk. Red Son stomps and the stage catches fire, and I still say ‘thank you.’ Nezha high-notes me into actual cardiac arrest.

They’re not idols. They’re an ancient curse disguised as a boy group. I watched one fancam and now my eyes glow red when the moon’s out. Macaque has the energy of someone who’s been in love and at war for centuries. MK is that boy next door who would also rob your heart and your house. Wukong performs like he knows you dream about him. Red Son is unhinged and violent in HD. Nezha? Baby girl, baby boy, baby problem. If MIANSHANG fans even BREATHE too loud in their direction again I will astral project into their mirrors at night.”

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🐆 LUOYIN 落音 — 成员介绍 (Member Introductions)

🖤 Macaque

Role: 队长 (Leader) / 主唱 (Main Vocal) / Composer

Instrument: 🎹 Piano

Nickname(s): 暗哥 (Àn gē – “Dark Bro”), 影影 (Yǐngyǐng – “Little Shadow”)

Signature Move: The "Look-Over-Shoulder Death Glance™"

“每次影影在钢琴前低头唱的时候我直接炸裂 😭 那气场，那稳重感，他不愧是队长！” “Every time Yǐngyǐng bows over the piano and sings I straight-up explode 😭 That aura, that stability — no wonder he’s our leader!"

Macaque is the mysterious, velvet-voiced 队长 whose presence alone makes crowds go silent. Stoic on stage, warm backstage (maybe 👀), fans are obsessed with how his deep voice melts into every LUOYIN ballad. He's the kind to drop cryptic lyrics he won’t explain, and yes, he plays piano during acoustic stages in all black.

★

��️ MK

Role: 主唱 (Main Vocal) / 副Rapper (Sub Rapper)

Instrument: 🥁 Drums

Nickname(s): 小猴子 (Xiǎo hóuzi – “Little Monkey”), 嘻嘻宝 (Xīxī bǎo – “Giggle Baby”)

Signature Move: Mid-performance wink + shoulder bounce combo

“小猴子真的太会了！明明唱得那么甜，结果rap起来又那么帅，这反差我吃死了 😭” “Xiǎo Hóuzi is too much!! His voice is so sweet, but when he starts rapping? Ugh, that contrast is killing me 😭”

MK is the group's bright energy — playful, cheeky, and dangerously good at balancing soft vocals with fun, snappy rap lines. His fans live for his chaotic stage energy and his adorable giggles in interviews. Drums? Oh yeah — he shreds a live beat drop.

★

🔥 Wukong

Role: 门面担当 (Visual) / 主舞 (Main Dancer) / 副唱 (Sub Vocal)

Instrument: 🎸 Electric Guitar (rare live stages only)

Nickname(s): 孙哥 (Sūn gē – “Bro Sun”), 大帅猴 (Dà shuài hóu – “Big Handsome Monkey”)

Signature Move: The smug lip bite followed by a neck roll (his fancams go viral)

“孙哥根本不是人，他是仙 😭 他那个眼神太撩了好吗！” “Sūn gē isn’t even human — he’s immortal 😭 That gaze? Way too flirty omg!”

Wukong is the LUOYIN bias wrecker — all confidence and heat on stage. Every fan cam is just five minutes of hair flips, smirks, and hip rolls. While he doesn't play guitar often, when he does? The whole crowd combusts.

★

🔥 Red Son

Role: 主舞 (Main Dancer) / 副唱 (Sub Vocal)

Instrument: 🔥 Percussion (hand drums / stage effects)

Nickname(s): 红红 (Hónghóng – “Little Red”), 火宝 (Huǒ bǎo – “Fire Baby”)

Signature Move: Hair toss + precise foot stomp that sets off stage pyros (literally)

“红红那个眼神太狠了我爱惨了 🥵 而且他舞台爆发力太绝了，跳得像在燃烧。” “Hónghóng’s eyes are so intense, I’m obsessed 🥵 And his stage energy? He dances like he’s burning alive.”

Red Son is the group’s flame — sharp, expressive, and utterly explosive on stage. He brings fire (literally — he triggers pyro cues), and fans know he’s the one who feels the performance like it’s life or death. He also “accidentally” breaks mic stands. Often.

★

✨ Nezha

Role: 老幺 (Youngest) / 主唱 (Main Vocal)

Instrument: 🎹 Synth / Keyboard

Nickname(s): 哪哪 (Nǎnǎ – “Little Zha”), 小三太子 (Xiǎo sāntàizǐ – “Lil Third Prince”)

Signature Move: The deadly duality of innocent smile + high note killshot™

“谁懂哪哪唱高音的时候我直接在地上打滚 😭 明明是老幺却这么A！” “Who else collapses every time Nǎnǎ hits a high note?? He's the youngest but he’s SO powerful!! 😭”

Nezha may be the baby of the group, but he’s nothing like the shy maknae types. He has attitude, stunning vocals, and that “don’t touch me” energy fans adore. On synth he adds that cold, ethereal tone to LUOYIN’s sound — haunting, like frost behind the melody.

★

📋 Liu Wenhao

(Manager / Producer / Shadow Operative?)

Signature Move: Wristwatch glance + ghostlike exit

Known for: Impeccable suits, suspiciously good crisis control, fans calling him “The Mayor”

“刘总根本不像工作人员好吗😭 他那种气场像是从犯罪片里走出来的。” “Boss Liu doesn’t even feel like staff 😭 His aura is straight out of a crime drama.”

“我不信他是人……你看他眼神根本不像会眨眼的。” “I don’t believe he’s human… look at his eyes, he doesn’t even blink.”

He’s always there — backstage, beside the camera, behind the sound booth. Never in the spotlight, yet somehow unforgettable. Fans can’t decide if he’s LUOYIN’s manager or their demon handler. Either way, they call him “市长 (The Mayor)” and pretend it’s just a joke.

@cool_silence: “女团粉一直说绵尚‘顶流’，可我们LUOYIN凭什么火起来？实力和专业是最好的答案。”

“Girl group fans keep calling Mianshang ‘top tier’, but why is LUOYIN rising? Because skill and professionalism speak loudest.”

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[dept-of-monster-affairs]

Past, Present, Future

???!merfolk (Ko'loch) x f!reader

Word Count: 4968

Sequel to A Sea-Gift

Contains: pregnancy, intrauterine cannibalism, loss, potential triggered PTSD, talk of genocide, implied loss of pregnancy, murder, giving birth, transformation

The eggs grow inside of you, you learn of Ko'loch's past, and the sea provides a future for you both. (It gets dark, but I swear it has a happy ending!)

You sat in a shallow tidal pool, munching on starfruit and guava. The water helped to take the pressure off your gravid stomach. It had only been one moon since Ko’loch had laid his clutch in you, and the fertilized eggs would enter the larvae stage around the next new moon. Already, the unfertilized eggs had been absorbed by your body for nutrition. You didn’t know much about merfolk reproduction, but you did know that not all of the eggs inside of you would be born as fry. In fact, barely any would.

Similar to some shark pups, merfolk larvae would fight for survival in the womb. They ate the unhatched eggs and each other for energy until only two or three remained. It was one of those facts you learned when you were young that stuck with you. Ko’loch had confirmed it with excitement. Of course, only the strongest fry could be born; the sea was a dangerous place.

It was something that would have horrified you before this - a fight to the death within your womb. Yet, ever since being pumped full of eggs by Ko’loch, something had changed within you. You only noticed these differences within yourself when you were alone, reflecting on the past, and even then, they only came in brief shimmers of realization. There and gone in a flash like a darting fish. But after mating with Ko’loch, everything about merfolk and your situation just seemed normal, natural, like it was always meant to be this way.

The researchers at DoMA would probably say Ko’loch had cast a spell on you or that the eggs or aphrodisiac had rewired your brain. But what did it matter? There had been no sign of rescue for moons, just the occasional beach trash at the new moon. When you dove into the water, had you not given up on the possibility of returning to the human world? Had you not accepted Ko’loch’s claim over you? This island was your home now, protected and provided for by your merfolk mate.

Even so, you still kept track of how long it had been. Something deep inside of you, a shred of the person you were before this, needed to know how many suns and moons it had been since your arrival. When had you begun to think of days and months as suns and moons? When had you judged the time of day by the tide or position of the sun and abandoned translating them to hours? When had you forgotten minutes and seconds altogether? 

When did you stop thinking like a human?

“Sea-gift!” And like that, the shimmer of realization was gone.

With a mighty leap, Ko’loch launched himself from the sea across the rocks to the tidal pool, which was just big enough for him to fit. Pulling you into his arms, Ko’loch nuzzled your neck affectionately, pressing his lips to the scales that developed around your mating scar, his hands stroking your swollen stomach. “How are you feeling today, my treasure? Is the clutch giving you any trouble?”

“They’re excited today. I can feel them twitch more often than usual; they are getting strong.” You leaned back against Ko’loch, enjoying his gentle touch. Inside of you, you felt the small sparks of movement as the babes twitched inside their eggs. Ko’loch’s grip tightened as he felt the slight electrical pulses of their movements. He made his pleasured clicking noise, his tail splashing the water in excitement.

Affection swelled in your chest. Ko’loch was so happy to be a parent. He deserved to be happy after being alone for so long. Yet, there was that question again. One you had wondered for moons. Why? Why had Ko’loch been alone?

“Ko’loch,” you said quietly, knowing that this was a sensitive topic for him. Perhaps it would be better to start with a different question. “Is this your first time having children?”

He stilled. A long, silent moment passed before he replied. “No.” 

As he answered, his grip tightened on you, his claws digging ever so slightly into your skin. Reaching down, you placed your hand over his comfortingly. “What--”

“Please,” he interrupted, his grip becoming desperate. “Do not ask.”

You ignored the pain his strength caused and looked up at him. He was staring out at the waves at something long gone in the past. Reaching out, you touched his cheek. “Ko’loch, my protector, my mate, it is okay.”

He looked down at you. A hurricane of fear, sadness, and regret stormed within his eyes. His gills flared rapidly, his body shivering with panic. “Yes, I will protect you. I must protect you all.”

Gently, you turned in his arms, sitting up, keeping his hands on your chest and stomach. “I am here. Our children are safe. You have been my saviour. My steady rock. My safe shallows.”

Leaning in, you touched your forehead to his, holding his eyes with yours. “I see the storm within you, the chaotic waves in your heart. Let me be your shore. Allow those waves to break upon me and know I will still be there afterward for you to rest upon.”

Breathing in and out slowly, you held Ko’loch’s gaze until his body relaxed and his breathing matched yours. “You are magic,” he said with quiet awe.

You smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “I am your sea gift, right? The answers to your prayers. The sea gave me to you, so trust me, please. If I know, it will help me protect myself and our children.”

Another long moment passed before Ko’loch finally gave a nod. “I wanted to protect you from this knowledge, but you are correct, you should know. It is difficult for me still…”

“Take your time,” you told him, running your hands along his scales comfortingly. Sitting in silence for several minutes, you let Ko’loch work up the courage and means by which he wanted to tell you. Given his reaction, you knew whatever happened was traumatic for him, so you did not rush him. You merely lay there in the water with him, keeping in physical contact.

Finally, Ko’loch spoke. “It was countless cycles ago, when I was the size of a dolphin. My shoal was small and lived in these waters in harmony with the humans of this island. My mate and I had two children, six cycles old…I was carrying my mate’s once more…”

Ko’loch’s hand moved to his lower stomach, pain and sorrow crossed his face, before moving back to rest upon yours. “One sun, great canoes came; they were larger than whales, like a floating island that harnessed the clouds to move. The humans in them had shells that shone like mojarra. We were cautious but curious; the humans had heard tales from other islands about these great canoes. Sometimes, they brought strange gifts and sought to trade, while at other times, they left destruction in their wake. These ones seemed friendly. They had gifts for us and the humans. They said they were looking for medicine. Their chief across the deep waters was ill, and they had traveled all this way because they heard of the merfolk’s ability to heal anything.”

The moment that Ko’loch had mentioned sailing ships, your stomach had dropped - Europeans. You did not say anything, though, hoping he would find some semblance of peace by letting it come out naturally.

“We gave them some medicine from the depths that cures most illnesses, but it was not what they wanted…they…they wanted…”

“They wanted your tears,” you finished.

“More than that, they wanted us. To use whatever they could from us. They took the children first. They knew that meant we would not flee into the depths, that we would try to rescue them…but their weapons, wands of burning thunder and hooks that stripped magic from us.”

Guns and wrought iron. Your eyes glanced down at Ko’loch’s body. How had you not recognized some of these scars? A gunshot scar on his shoulder. Unnatural linear breaks in the scales from hooks being torn from flesh.

“They…there was so much blood…the sharks frenzied. They…” Ko’loch stopped speaking. His body shook, and he breathed rapidly once more as the memories and trauma took him away. You held on to him, letting him use you as an anchor to the present. 

“It is the past. They can’t hurt you anymore,” you reminded him gently as his claws dug into your skin in an unneeded attempt to keep you with him. Finally, his panic passed, and his grip loosened. “You don’t need to continue, I understand now. I am sorry I made you recall that.”

“No. No. I need to finish now. Stories must be completed once they begin.” Even with the statement, Ko’loch still had to take a few moments to work up the courage to restart.

“I do not remember most of the battle. Those of us who escaped retreated to plan a second assault. My mate…my mate had been captured rescuing me from the hooks. We could hear their cries coming from the canoes. Before we had time to rest and plan, the canoes summoned their clouds and fled. We were forced to give chase.”

Ko’loch’s grip tightened just a hair. “At first, we were able to keep up. Then they began dropping bodies into the water…our kin. The adults. Their fins were cut off. Unable to swim, sinking to the depths…I had my mate in my arms…but we were underwater, and our tears…there was no time to bring my mate to the surface…So, I gave my mate to the depths.”

A few tears ran from Ko’loch’s eyes, falling into the water and transforming into beautiful blue but useless stones. “But I still had my children to save. We caught one canoe…the others boarded, but I could hear my children crying out on another…the clouds pulled the canoes too fast…I swam for days, but I lost the trail…I failed them…”

Ko’loch stopped again. He was not panicking, lost in the trauma, but overcome with sorrow. He stroked your hair and body as a reminder that you were there with him. “By the time I returned, the others of my shoal were gone. The ship they had boarded was on the ocean floor, but they were nowhere to be found…I tried to find them…but the other shoals turned me away. They said I cursed because of what happened…So, I came back here and waited for anyone to return…hoping…and then the sea gave you to me after all of these cycles.”

He smiled down at you, a mixture of sorrow and happiness in his eyes. “And I will not let anything bad happen to you or our children. I swear it.”

“I know, you are the best mate I could ever want,” you told him, reaching up and giving him a gentle kiss. “Thank you for telling me, I know it was difficult, but it helps me understand you better.”

There were still questions you had. What happened to the eggs he had been carrying during the attack? What happened to the humans of the island? Where were the other merfolk shoals? But you knew now wasn’t the time to ask those questions. Ko’loch looked emotionally drained, and you didn’t want to push him too far. Now that he had opened up, you hoped he would again.

Nodding, Ko’loch reached into his net bag and pulled out a large snapper, already gutted. “Our children need more than fruit, Sea-gift,” he told you, offering you the fish.

“Of course,” you told him with a smile, taking the meal. “You take such good care of me, Ko’loch.” 

You bit into the meaty stomach of the snapper, your teeth tearing through the scales and raw flesh with ease. Cooking the fish didn’t even cross your mind anymore. 

The full moon was high in the sky. The larvae within your womb were restless. They weren’t letting you sleep tonight. In one more moon cycle, they would be born. You rubbed your taut belly, humming comfortingly to the larvae inside, hoping they would calm. Ever since they hatched at the New Moon, you had felt every battle they had within your womb. It was hard to tell how many were left, but for now, your stomach had shrunk. It would grow again over the next month as the surviving larvae grew; at least it was currently easier for you to walk around.

Perhaps a walk would calm them down. Carefully getting up, you waddled out of your shelter to the beach. The waves lapped at your feet as you walked along the beach, the moonlight letting you see in front of you with ease. 

After a few minutes, you heard a familiar large splash in the water. “Is something wrong, Sea-gift,” Ko’loch asked, leaping onto shore.

“Yes, the children are just restless,” you told him, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You did not,” he assured you, reaching out and touching your stomach. “I was gathering moon coral for the nursery. Would you like to see it?”

“I would love to. I think a swim would calm them down even more than a walk.”

Heading into the water, you wrapped your arms around Ko’loch, just as you had months ago when he took you to see the dolphins. He swam slowly so as not to upset the larvae in your womb. The journey was not too far up the coast, though. Then he dove down a good twenty feet before entering a small opening between some rocks hidden behind seaweed. It was just big enough for you and him to fit at the same time. Even so, he had to use his arms to pull forward through the tunnel instead of moving his tail.

After half a minute, the tunnel opened up into a large room. Ko’loch had decorated it with the glowing moon coral, providing light. There were also patches of fire seaweed that warmed the nursery water. The floor was littered with other corals, stones, shells, and more for the fry to play with and learn. 

Carved into the wall of the cave were images. Old images from the time of Ko’loch’s shoal. The largest of them all was a massive multiheaded merdragon at the back, surrounded by waves and glowing orbs. Compared to the other carvings, this one had been freshly restored. The carving had an almost religious appearance. Ko’loch saw your eyes on the carving.

“That is the sea,” Ko’loch told you, “The sea demands strength, but it gives the strong a bounty in return. Embrace the deep, and it embraces you. What you give to the depths will be gifted back in time…I know these to be truths. The sea gave me you.”

Ko’loch had given his last mate to the depths, and cycles later, he had a new mate that turned up in the middle of the sea. What else could you be besides the sea, gifting him a new mate? Ko’loch’s insistence that you were Sea-gift suddenly made sense. But of course, he was correct. You were his Sea-gift. Your life before this had all led to you leaping into the Rift to be with your mate.

Wait…that wasn’t…

A sudden jolt in your womb, and the shimmer of realization was pushed away. Taking Ko’loch’s hand, you pressed it against your stomach with a smile. He clicked with contentment. The clicks bounced around the cave, and you could feel the rhythm resonate in your flesh. Within you, the larvae squirmed some more. You released a small bubble of air as they thrashed excitedly.

Seeing your discomfort, Ko’loch began to sing. A most beautiful sound, long, eerie notes like a whale, but with a distinctly human tone. The wriggling in your womb ceased as the larvae calmed. 

Ko’loch pulled you against him in a gentle embrace. He held you like that for a long moment before guiding you onto his back. Returning to shore, Ko’loch hefted himself onto the beach to speak with you. “Did you like the nursery?”

“It was lovely, you have decorated it beautifully.” A smile came to your face before falling. The nursery. The safe spot in an underwater cavern that Ko’loch’s shoal had used and that he was restoring for your fry to live. A place you could not easily get to by yourself. 

“I recognize that expression. Why are you sad, Sea-gift?” Ko’loch lifted your chin and caressed your cheek lovingly.

“It is…Well, I feel sad that I will not be able to easily visit the children there. That swim is too difficult for me.”

Ko’loch smiled and stroked your hair. “Do not worry, Sea-gift. You will be able to see them whenever you desire. Trust me. Trust the sea.”

You were still unsure, but you supposed that was a trial for later. Besides, the children would grow large enough in size to leave the nursery after a few months. Everything would be fine.

You watched from the beach as the sun dipped below the horizon. Ko’loch was finishing the very last preparations in the nursery.

It was high sun the day after the new moon; at the full moon, your children would be born. Your stomach had swollen some more as the children grew, but it was still possible for you to walk around. Swimming was easier than walking, though, so just as you had in the early days when eggs were inside you, you spent much of your time lounging in tide pools.

Today was also the day that the Rift opened and new treasures from the human world were given to the sea. It had only been a few moons, but you had worked out what appeared to be the logic of that Rift. The location it opened was random in the human world, but it always opened in the same place here. Sometimes it was in the middle of the ocean, like with you, sometimes on a beach, sometimes in the middle of the jungle…but you were the only person it had ever delivered.

You used your nail to pry open a clam and sucked out the flesh inside while singing softly to your larvae. Then you heard something strange on the wind. A cry. A familiar call, but the words were unintelligible.

Pushing off the side of the tide pool, you sank behind an outcropping of rocks, staring down the beach. “¡Auxilio!”

Curiously, you watched as a two-legged creature stumbled along the beach. It was wearing cloth…clothes…how could you forget what clothes were? The person, that’s right, this was a human. How did you forget what a human looked like? Wait…you were human. Why were you thinking about humans as a foreign species?

“¿Hay alguien aquí? Hello!!”

Was this human a threat, though? It…she…she looked lost. You continued to watch her. What was she doing here? Had she come across the Rift? Was she another sea gift? No, no. She couldn’t be. She continued down the beach and saw the pile of food you had gathered. She ran forward and knelt beside the pile of mangos, guava, and clams. 

“Fuck yes,” she began to stuff her face with the fruit. Your mind flicked back to the pile of oysters Ko’loch had left you on the beach before you met. Stealing could ensure your survival; this person just wanted to survive.

“Hello,” you finally called out, still half hidden behind the rock.

The woman screamed and scrambled back. Your food fell into the tidepool. But the woman didn’t run; she stared at you in terror. A guava floated next to you. Picking it up, you held it out to her. “Are you still hungry? You do not need to steal my food.”

“You…you speak my language,” she asked curiously.

You raised an eyebrow. “Yes. Did you come through the Rift?”

“Oh my gods! Yes! I was jet skiing just off San Salvador with my boyfriend, and then like ploof! I was somewhere else. A Rift that makes so much sense! Girl…wait, did that happen to you too?!”

You nodded. “I was on vacation, then I was pulled through.”

“OMGs. I swear I thought you were a monster. Your hair is a mess. How long have you been here? Like, can I come in the water too? This looks soooo slippin’ I could totally see a swimsuit shoot here for my Nimbus!”

Without waiting for confirmation of her question, she entered the water. She swam out to you, clinging to the other side of the rock. “Yeesh, girl, I can tell you’ve been out here for a while. Your skin is awful! It looks like it is covered in scales!”

Tilting your head with curiosity, you touched your face. Scales? Your face had always felt like this…hadn’t it? 

“Ugh, and your nails, like girl, seriously, once the interdimensional rescue teams find us, I am going to treat you to a spa day. I know, don’t thank me. We are like totally besties now - trauma bonding, am I right?”

Leaving? You couldn’t leave. You had to take care of your children. You had Ko’loch. The woman kept talking. “But, you never answered my question, how long have you been here?”

You thought of the tree you had kept track of time…the project had been abandoned a while ago. But it was three and a half moons before you and Ko’loch mated, then it would take three moons for the larvae to be born. “Six moons.”

“Moons? Like months, you mean? Oh well, I guess you don’t have a calendar. But that’s a long time. How did you survive? OMGs, girl, you are gonna get your own movie from this! My parents know a guy who knows an enby who works under a filmographer in Atlanta. I’ll make sure it happens!”

“I can’t go back,” you told her. Something was rising within you; the larvae thrashed inside your womb. Protect. Protect your larvae. Protect Ko’loch. You could not leave Ko’loch. The waves were drowning out her words as she looked at you, confused. Then the confusion turned to horror as you swam out from behind the rock.

The woman stared at your distended belly. She stared at Ko’loch’s love for you with disgust and horror. A monster. She thought you a monster. You were not a monster but a mother.

With unexpected speed, you launched yourself at her. She was trying to take you away from Ko’loch. You wouldn’t let that happen. You belonged to Ko’loch. The sea gave you to him, and the sea gave you him. Now, you must give the sea something in return.

Your hardened nails and fingers, strong enough to pry open oysters, gripped her legs. You pulled yourself on top of her, pushing her underwater, a fearsome animalistic expression on your face. Your lips twisted, displaying your sharp teeth. Opening your mouth, you sank your teeth into her neck, tearing through skin just like you would a fresh fish.

Red bloomed in the water, and the coppery taste of blood filled your mouth. The larvae swirled excitedly within you. It was as though they could sense the blood and knew it was spilled for them.

The woman fought, her nails digging into your exposed skin. Your claws dug into her in return, slicing through her meat. More blood in the water, but the water was still. Her struggles ceased. You held her down for a while longer before letting go. Grabbing her by the hair, you pulled her to the edge of the tidal pool. Pushing her over the edge of the rocks, you rolled her body into the sea. With unblinking eyes, you watched the waves crash upon the human, then the body slowly sank. 

The sea had accepted your offering.

The full moon was nearly at its peak in the sky. You stood on the beach waiting for Ko’loch. He had just been putting the final touches on the nursery by gathering some food. He said he would see you soon. It was nearly time, though. You could feel the larvae inside of you waiting to leave.

Then you heard it…or was it felt? A low song that vibrated your body. Not Ko’loch’s voice. Something old, ancient. Bottomless. An abyss. It knew you. And you knew it. Dark Mother. Protective Father. Unknowable cradle of life. Silent graveyard of bones. The sea.

The sea called to you.

As a human, you should not have recognized its call. But Ko’loch and your children had seen to that. The unfertilized eggs and the blood of the fallen larvae had been absorbed by your body. The essence of the merfolk had changed you. Improved you beyond mere human.

Walking into the crashing waves, you felt the eddies of the tides ripple across your flesh, pulling you deeper. Gliding into the water, the moonlight sparkled off the scales that had developed along your backside. Diving below the surface, your now webbed hands pulled you through the water. Inside your womb, the larvae were swirling as though they knew that the time was almost upon them. Tension began to build, not quite pain yet.

The full moon light illuminated the water. You could see the sprawling coral bed before you as you swam toward the nursery. Even without the light, you would be able to find the path. Nursery, yes, but as a shrine as well, you realized. It was a magnetic tug along your spine that compelled you to follow. As you swam, the tension turned to pressure and then released. A contraction. A short burst of pain. But you kept swimming, you had to.

You passed through the opening to the nursery. Ko’loch was inside waiting. He knew you would come. He knew you had to make the journey by yourself. You had to prove your strength.

Ko’loch took you into his arms and brushed his lips against yours. “This will be painful, my treasure, but you have the strength. I know you do.”

The smile on your face turned to a look of pain as another contraction rippled through you. Working quickly, Ko’loch secured your ankles and arms with seaweed rope that was anchored to the wall. You would not have to worry about buoyancy now. Ko’loch hovered behind you, supporting your back and letting you squeeze his hands.

Another contraction. Pain began to radiate up your back and spread across your body. Another contraction. Your body acted on instinct. Human and whatever it was you were now. You began to push.

It was a boon, at least, that merfolk fry were smaller than human babies upon birth, but it didn’t mean that this wasn’t going to be a trial. You were strong, though. Your larvae, soon to be fry, were strong. And the strongest was coming out first.

Hormones flooded your body as the fry wriggled out of you. You gritted your teeth and screamed from your throat to keep your breath inside. Suddenly, soft, high-pitched clicks filled the nursery. Opening your eyes, you saw a small fry swimming around you. It was just a bit bigger than one of Ko’loch’s hands.

But you didn’t have time to appreciate it even as it nuzzled against you. Its sibling was coming. A small bubble of air leaked from your mouth as you grunted. You squeezed Ko’loch’s hands, your nails digging in as you pushed some more. Pain was radiating down your arms and legs, and your neck and ears were throbbing. Another set of clicks joined the noise of the nursery.

Even more contractions. More grunts, more pain. A third set of clicks.

“Good job, Sea-gift,” Ko’loch told you, utter thrill in his voice. “Three healthy fry. You can relax now.” 

He swam down and began to untie the bindings even as you shook your head. The contractions were still coming. Even more pain. You screamed, bubbles pouring from your mouth as a fourth fry freed itself. 

Your head fell back. The carving of the personified sea towered in your vision. The sound of blood rushing in your ears. No. Not blood. The sea. Your lungs burned. Empty of air. Your body reacted instinctively. Your diaphragm extended as you breathed in, water filling your lungs. 

There was no panic in you. The pain across your body began to fade. Water rushed across your sides. Your chest expanded again, filling your lungs with water. Water rushed across your sides as it filtered over your newly formed gills.

Ko’loch rushed up, grabbing your face, ready to press a life-saving kiss to your lips. Then he saw the transformations that the sea had granted you. A reward. For your offering of the human? For bringing new merfolk into this world? For something else? Both of you could only guess. Nevertheless, Ko’loch kissed you, not in a desperate attempt to save your life but in ecstatic joy.

“Four! We are very lucky!”

Suddenly, yet another round of contractions hit you. You doubled over in pain, and Ko’loch hurriedly swam down in utter shock. “Five! Come! The sea has granted a miracle! You are almost there, little one! Fight!”

With a mighty push, the fifth and final fry was born. “Five,” you tiredly muttered before chuckling. “Five.”

The five fry swarmed you, chirping and clicking, as they pressed against your skin. As soon as Ko’loch freed your arms, you swept the fry up in an embrace. Your attention was on them, and you barely registered the fins that had sprouted on your forearms. Ko’loch wrapped his arms around you and your fry, holding you all close. Once more, he had a shoal. You were family, and the sea had greatly blessed you all.

There were six new merfolk in the sea. Five fry and one former human.

I went back and forth on merfolk babies being larvae/fry or pups (pups are for live births) - I decided with larvae/fry since it is fishier! Fry is unique to fish, whereas pup is also and mainly used for certain species of mammals.

Also, I guess merfolk are a bit eldritch now haha. May have been inspired by Innsmouth just a bit.

Comments and reblogs appreciated!

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[sirensoul-min]

Hello! I would like to ask how pjms feel about the possibility of a new JM project with JK, music-related or otherwise. I wasn't in the fandom space during AYS?! to see the reaction, so I would like to know how the fandom deals with this. Because from what I've seen, JK's fans are already saying they won't support it, some even say they'll stop being his fans because of it. In my opinion, pjms are smarter and have an unconditional love for JM. Personally, I support everything that makes Jimin happy. He always gets very involved in all his projects, which gives me even more satisfaction to show my support.

subunits have happened before and is always a possibility within BTS. this topic was even mentioned during the minimoni album exchange, so it shouldn't really surprise us if it happens more often now.

jimin has already collaborated with jk on a few projects: their feature on lauv's song Who, song covers—which were more like gifts rather than for commercial success—and their latest, AYS?! i have supported jimin throughout these; both when i was still part of the army fandom, and during AYS?! when i had stepped away and was not jk's biggest fan (and i still am not).

AYS?! isn't perfect, but seeing jimin relaxing before MS was enough for me. now, judging by the sightings, it's almost confirmed that both of them are back at it with AYS and might even drop a theme song for the show. it doesn't surprise me. they both enjoyed the show and have already said they want more seasons, so it makes sense.

what i'm skeptical about is a potential song collab between them (outside of AYS?!) so soon, because although it's always a possibility, what we are getting so far are rumours without basis. for all we know jk probably doesn't need additional song, especially one with jimin, because his new ones are likely already written and ready to be sung, courtesy of the company. anything that jk would want to do would have to be approved by bang pd and scooter before it could come into fruition, so good luck with that. we're also clueless if jimin plans on making a single with jk in the near future.

regardless, if any of this turns out to be true, will i support them for jimin? yes.

jimin working with jk or other members doesn't completely repulse me because my appreciation for jimin outweighs any negative feeling i have for the others and their fans. jimin has a great bond with the members, and in no way will i and can i control that. i know my boundaries as a fan.

yes, jimin's solo works are my top priority, but i will always show up for his side projects/collabs. the difference would only be the level of support and energy that i'll give out depending on the project and on how much i think it would benefit him. (having reservations isn't always bad.)

obviously, i cannot speak for all pjms/jiminettes, but i trust that many of us are mature enough, in touch with reality, and would focus on our love for jimin. constructive criticism is okay, but straight-up hating and acting like a goddamn dictator is not.

i couldn't fully blame fans if they might prefer to protect their peace and would only wait for jimin's solo works. i get where they're coming from given all the challenges we've faced and could face again. however, i hope that they could at least reconsider or give any collabs a chance. it's not easy, but we can always support jimin without getting too caught up in any drama.

remember that ultimately, it's up to jimin. if he's happy doing something, who are we to get in the way? after all, when making a decision, he's probably focusing more on how it could make his fans happy and not the negative effects.

and if jjks won't support, that's on them—that's indicative of how far their support for their fave could go. many of them are unbearably shallow and hateful towards their own fave, so...🤷🏻‍♀️.

anyway, nothing is official yet, so let's contemplate and weigh things in the meantime. let's try to ease into the possibilities.

PS. i also touched on this topic (but about the group comeback) in this post. feel free to check it out. 👇

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

Proud to announce that instead of just writing 7 sentences, as that's how many votes the winner got, I instead wrote 20 sentences since it got 20% of the votes 💅

My demons continue to hunt me and today they took the form of a writing game tag and won!

Rule is make a 24 hour poll with your WIPs, then write one sentence for each vote the winner gets. Tagged by @fembutchboygirl

For fic references, my ao3 is Tide_Pod_Juul_03 tho not all these are on ao3 yet.

Tagging: I don't actually know rly anyone on here who writes so if u write and u see this I'm tagging you!

[xyl3m]

Good time of day everyone, I believe I was almost kissed.

[fogemorfem]

Noone:

Me: I, a person who does not know Chinese, have figured out the exchange between Xiao Yao and "Fangfeng Bei" as it is after the slave arena scene in s1 ep 23, and it goes like this: Who are you? - nǐ shì shuí (pronounced nee shr sheh) 你是谁 (you are who?); Who do you hope I am? - nǐ xīwàng wǒ shì shuí 你希望我是谁 (you hope I am who)

[undistortedworld]

guess who got covid :( i was so proud of myself for avoiding it up until now as well :(