#I try really hard to be understanding. Likely because I. Do need to understand things well enough. Both instructions but also just general

[arowitharrows]

people keep generally agreeing (?) with this post only to double down on the 'not doing anything' phrase and like, if you want to continue using this sentiment then sure, I'm not stopping you. But I personally won't stand behind it and my first assumption will be that people using it have not fully deconstructed and understood the mechanisms of queerphobia and/or do not understand asexuality and aromanticism.

In the past years, and especially with a focus on queer infighting and "discourse", it has become very clear to me how important it is to understand the reasons behind people's prejudice against certain minority groups. Everyone knows that queerphobia exists, but I find it helpful to ask myself, do I know why it exists? Do I know which fundamental beliefs drive people's hatred? Do I know how these beliefs differ between, e.g. the political far right, conservative christians, or my grandmother who grew up in the 40s? It is so important to consider these things, both in determining how to address the problem of queerphobia in the current context and to avoid pointless discourse about who does or doesn't face discrimination in our society.

So, in the context of this post, I need aspec people to understand that no matter how hard you cling to "we aren't even doing anything", it's not going to save you. Sure, people hate queer sex a lot, and maybe you aren't having queer sex. But it is vital to understand that, usually, their core belief isn't that no one should have sex ever, it's that people should have sex in a specific controlled context - e.g. married, heterosexual, sex for procreation, romantic sex - and they will not be happy with you if you don't comply. Choosing to never have sex is expressing bodily autonomy that they do not want you to have. And if you are clinging to this phrase because of a general feeling of "I'm just living my live, why would anyone hate me for existing?" then yeah, I get that, I really do. But don't forget that that's true for every single queer orientation out there.

Also on that note, I need people to not erase aromanticism from this discussion. If we are talking about aphobia then that includes aromantic people and it includes aromantic people who aren't asexual. It includes the way people react to aromantic people having sex without being romantically attracted to their partners. I feel like often times when people say they don't understand aphobia, and when they try to explain/justify this stance, it's only in the context of "not having sex" and aromanticism is somehow forgotten.

tbh I really dislike how aphobia tends to be discussed whenever there's some kind of incident that makes it visible to general society. The most common response seems to be some variation of "why would anyone hate asexual/aromantic people, they aren't even doing anything" and it just always sits wrong with me. It paints such a passive picture of our existence and feels like a comment influenced by the level of invisibility that aspec people have in society. Why would you be annoyed by someone who is practically invisible? Just go back to ignoring their existence, it's easy!

But despite the invisibility, aspec people are actually doing quite a lot of things that will piss off queerphobic, right-wing and religious people (and hell, even left-wing people). And the most obvious point is that we are actively not performing heterosexuality the way they want us to. People who's entire world view is "cis men and women should be in monogamous, heterosexual marriage and have (white) babies" are not going to lean back and say "oh but those asexuals and aromantics are fine". They will also hate our guts, and they will come up with all sorts of reasons, including insinuating we're all secretly into bestiality, or mentally ill, or not human, or attention seeking children. It's just plain old queerphobia, and like all queerphobia, there's no inherent logic to it which you can worm your way out of by "not doing anything".

And like, there's a lot more that aspec people do which people hate. Raising awareness about amatonormativity? People feel attacked, they hate it. Asexual people having sex? Or not having sex? People hate it! Aromantic people being in (seemingly) romantic relationships? People fucking hate it! Aromantic people having sex? Ohh people hate that!!

I guess the existence of aphobia can be confusing when you haven't spent much time thinking about asexuality and aromanticism, but in the end, these are identities that aren't heteronormative and they will be hit with the same or similar bigotry as any other queer identity. I just get tired of this response after seeing it recycled for 10 years without ever seeming to go any further.

[afictionalwhor3]

All I Ask

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Inspired by the song All I Ask by Adele.

Word Count: 2.1k

Divider by @cafekitsune

I won't say a word

They've all been said before, you know

“Bucky I don’t understand how you can’t see where I’m coming from with this?!” You yell as you watch Bucky pace the living room floor.

“I can’t see it because you are being ridiculous y/n! As per fucking usual with you!” He yells causing you to take a step back 

“As per usual? As per usual?! Are you fucking kidding me?! I ask you for the bare minimum. Bucky, I asked you to show up for me for one night. One four night of your attention! This was supposed to be one of the highlights of my career and you couldn’t even be bothered to show up in time for my speech. You knew how much this night meant to me and you don’t even care! And I’m the one that’s fucking ridiculous?!” You yell before storming off 

So why don't we just play pretend, Like we're not scared of what is coming next

Or scared of having nothing left

“I don’t know what else you want me to say y/n. I don’t know what else you want me to do. I’m done yelling, I’m done fighting. The therapy didn’t work, nothing is working. And if we are being honest nothing has worked for a while,” Bucky sighs clearly exasperated. He leans back in his chair folding his arms across his chest. He looks at you, awaiting whatever retort you had this time.

It was hard to pinpoint when your marriage started to go downhill. And over the last several months you had tried, really hard. Everytime you reflected on your relationship with Bucky, it was as if things were good until they weren’t. You were madly in love one day, destined to spend the rest of your days together. And then you couldn’t be in the same room together without screaming at each other. It could have been the words left unsaid after petty disputes. The apologies left unsaid and the forgiveness that acted as a band-air. Or your shared inability to show up for the other when they needed it. Or even in the way your bodies stopped searching each other. Two heat signatures that constantly needed the other to stay lit, had suddenly fanned out.

You sat across the table from Bucky nervously biting at your cuticles. It was him that got you to nick this habit once and for all. As things between you two crescendoed, this terrible habit creeped its way back. Your knees were pulled to your chest and your cheek was resting on your knee looking away from him. You didn’t notice the way your body rocked in on itself in an effort to self soothe, but Bucky did. 

“Y/n. I need you to say something,” Bucky says, his tone turning soft as he looks at you. You finally turn your head to look at him with glassy eyes and shrug your shoulders, 

“I don’t know what you want from me Bucky. Like you said… we haven’t worked in a while,”

I don't need your honesty, It's already in your eyes

And I'm sure my eyes, they speak for me

The walk to the bedroom was silent. Bucky allowed you to go before him. Both of you refusing to look at each other. You brushed your teeth side by side in silence. A place where you would once recap both of your days with laughs and smiles, while trying not to get toothpaste everywhere. You washed your face alone, Bucky leaving you to go lay in bed. Where once he would wrap his arms around your waist and rest his cheek against your spine. He claimed it was because of how warm you always were and he refused to get into a cold bed without you. You put on pajama pants where at once you would have put one of his sweaters on. Playful arguments from him about having to go shopping because his clothes were disappearing. Teasing from you that you would eventually give it back with no plans of doing it. His sweaters now lied in his drawers neatly, untouched, and all accounted for.

No one knows me like you do, and since you're the only one that matters

Tell me who do I run to?

You wipe sweat from your forehead sighing. Of course the day you had decided to start renovations was one of the hottest days of the year. The electric company got the dates wrong, so there was currently no electrical in the house, which meant no air conditioning. Bucky ran out to grab pizza roughly twenty minutes ago. You stayed behind, determined to make some leeway with painting the master bedroom. You fall right onto your butt when you finally finish the wall you were working on. You slowly lay down and starfish your limbs out. The plastic sheet you and Bucky put down to protect the floor, stuck uncomfortably to your skin. You were far too hot to care as you looked around at the two walls still needding paint.

“Guess what I got!” Bucky yells walking in and turning his head in confusion as he looks at you

“I hope it is electric and an ac unit” You say not moving from your position. He laughs softly setting the box of pizza down a little ways away from you and sitting with his legs crossed. 

“I do consider myself a master of tricks, but I definitely do not have that up my sleeve,”

“Why did we decide to one, buy a house. And two, renovate it in the summer” You ask. Bucky opens the box and puts a slice on a plate for you, and another for him. He slides it over to you, so all you have to do is roll over. 

“Because we are madly in love and love makes people a little dumb?” He asks rhetorically and it makes you laugh. You sit up slowly picking up your slice of pizza. His smile as he stares at you,  “You have paint all over you,”.

“Yeah I’m trying out a new look. Serving modern day Picasso you think?” You tease with a smile giving him a pose. Taking a bite of your pizza you accompany it with a groan,“God I needed this. What would I do without you?” You ask seriously taking another bite. 

“Be pizzaless and probably less sweaty,” He responds making you laugh once again and look at him. 

“Yeah. Definitely less sweaty,” 

“I love you,” Bucky says suddenly. His sudden seriousness takes you by surprise, but you are quick in your response.

“Forever and always,”

Let this be our lesson in love

Let this be the way we remember us

You get into bed next to Bucky. The first room you renovated in your home was the bedroom. Now painted, furnished and cool. That coldness had found itself not just in your sheets but between you and Bucky as well. You both laid on your backs looking at the ceiling. Despite the yelling and the endless fights, there was so much left unsaid. Empty promises that felt pointless to bring up now, and fresh feelings that were scared of being seen in the light. The silent night ticked on, as a sinking feeling settled itself at the pit of both of your stomach’s. There wasn’t a enough time to say everything. To relieve the dreams you two once shared in this bed, in this room. The talks of a future, of a family. Maybe a smaller house one day with a big yard for grandkids and a porch swing for the two of you. Maybe it was the slippery feeling of time running away, or the acceptance this would be your last time together that guided Bucky’s hand on top of yours. Playing with the bands on your ring finger, that had at one point brought you two together. The physical reminder of your love and commitment to each other. Now, it had become a vice that got tighter everyday. Threatening to choke both of you if you didn’t get out fast enough. You allowed Bucky’s fingers to make their way between yours, and give your hand a squeeze. 

I don't wanna be cruel or vicious, And I ain't asking for forgiveness

All I ask is

You turn your head and find Bucky’s bright blue eyes already looking at yours. His dark eyelashes blink slowly. “No fighting. Not tonight. Let’s not even say anything. I just… Wanna hold you. If that is alright with you,” 

If this is my last night with you

Hold me like I'm more than just a friend

Without saying another word, you moved closer to Bucky. You rolled onto your side so you could properly wrap your arms around his neck. You draped your leg across his hip, which he easily adjusted and began to stroke your thigh. These actions were muscle memory to your bones, at one point behaving more like instinct. Whenever you were near Bucky, your body yearned to touch his. Now the movements felt clumsy, slow, almost forced. Bucky sighed, and for once it was in appreciation. If only one last time you two would be connected like you used to. He too rolls on his side so he could get a proper view of you. While his metal hand rubbed your leg, his flesh one drew tiny circles on your lower back. You rested your head near Bucky’s neck, letting your warm breath fan over the sensitive skin there. 

Give me a memory I can use

Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do

You can feel yourself fighting the sleep that threatens to close your lids. You couldn’t fall asleep, not now. Because when you woke up it would be morning, a new day. But you knew this would be the last night of you and Bucky. The last time your bodies would behave like  two pieces of a puzzle hoping to become one. He wouldn’t be your Bucky and you wouldn’t be his. Even though neither you had been for a long time.

It was impossible to know what time it was, but you knew the moon still hung itself high in the sky. Offering the purveyors of the night, a light to guide them. It was in this moonlight you felt yourself whisper, 

“I’m scared James. I don’t want to go to sleep,”. You could feel the way Bucky tensed up, and his hand on your thigh stop suddenly.  Your own body stiffened in return, petrified that you had ruined this final moment. He asked you not to speak, but choking down words had led you two to this moment. With nothing left to lose, you didn’t want to hold back anymore. You didn’t relax again until you felt Bucky’s cool metal fingers traveling up your body. They didn’t stop until they reached your neck, using his thumb to usher your head back just enough to look at him. You studied his blue eyes. They were almost pure, but specks of green and grays threatened their purity. You studied his eyes as if you were studying a test, trying to burn them into your memory. You moved your hands from his neck in order to cup his jaw. The stubble scratched at your palm, but you didn’t mind. You rubbed the apples of his cheek with your thumbs, enjoying the texture of his skin beneath the pads of your fingers. Without asking Bucky leans in for a kiss. 

It was an embarrassing confession, but you neither of you could remember the last time you kissed each other. In the beginnings of your relationship, every kiss was filled with passion. The promise of more that sent a shock up and down your spine. The chemistry between the two of you would cause Bucky to get dizzy and breathless after kissing you. This kiss was filled with finality. With longing and apologies unsaid. Mournful yearning and understanding of the future. You pulled away to look at each other again. Bucky wasn’t breathless, there were no shocks racing through your body. Just a stray tear that ran down your cheek. Bucky swiped it away with his thumb,

“I love you,”

“Forever and always,”

It matters how this ends

Cause what if I never love again?

[wingfleur]

omgg your desperate ex!dick fic got me thinking if you're interested in writing angst?? something abt his behavior is so.. devastatingly toxic lol. the push and pull would kill me. like what would he do if instead of getting a reaction, y/n started sobbing

# — dick grayson as a desperate ex (2).

soooo, i got carried away... i don't typically write part twos unless the fic was written with one in mind (this isn't really a part two, to be honest, more of an alternate ending), but, regardless, this turned into something i did not mean for it to turn into. here's the link to the fic in question. thank u for picking my brain, lovely! enjoy! | wc: 1.0k words.

cw: implied sexual content mdni (18+), gn!reader, angst, leaning into fuckboy!dick grayson again, and the implied childhood-friends-to-lovers-to-exes-to-fwb(?) energy, the toxicity is very much turned up this time too, like he is manipulative afffff

nonnie, you do not understand how glad i am that you asked me this. this scenario has never crossed my mind! fun fact: i love writing reader to be strong and stubborn because that’s how i am, but i don’t typically write pieces intending for them to just be plain angst. honestly, all of my work on here that is inherently angsty (i.e. helping mark lose his v-card, desperate ex dick, etc.) is a byproduct of the topic i’m writing about— it’s never on purpose 😭. but the idea of reader breaking down and crying instead of giving in to dick’s teasing made me so giddy because i came to realize that, no matter how you reacted in that moment— ignored him, lashed out, dropped to the floor in tears— he still would’ve managed to get into them drawls, and i think that’s absolutely terrible, LMFAOAOOAOAO.

like, walk with me: the end goal will always be the same, but the method? the approach? that’s what differs. dick can and will adapt; it’s up to you what show he puts on tonight.

so yeah, let’s say that you cry instead. that, when you get to your place with dick hot on your heels, you’re struck with a nauseating sense of clarity that reminds you that this man has done nothing but make your life miserable. that, by falling into bed with him, you’re degrading yourself and proving that nothing’s changed— even after you’ve spent so much time trying to convince him that you’re over it.

over him.

“i can’t,” you say suddenly, feet coming to an abrupt stop in front of your door. you can hear dick’s shoes scuff against the pavement as he stops just in time to not run into you, and the look of confusion that’s probably on his face has got to be worth its weight in gold. you’re not gonna look, though. you can’t. the tears in your eyes would make it hard to see, but the last thing you need is for dick grayson to see you crying.

too bad for you, dick’s already seen you cry. more often than not, he’s been the reason for your crying, so you don’t get to hide for long before he’s putting a gentle hand on your shoulder. with light pressure, he coaxes you into spinning around and ducks down a bit to be in your line of sight.

“can’t what, birdie? talk to me.”

that stupid fucking nickname.

“god, don’t fucking— call me that!”

it goes on like that for a while. you sob, scream, and kick at his expense, but it’s hardly satisfying because dick just stands there and takes it. then, once you’ve worn yourself out, he wraps you in his arms and pulls you firmly to his chest. you feel helpless as you sink into his arms; everything in you is screaming to pull away, but you’re too exhausted to listen.

“it doesn’t have to be like this, you know.” dick’s voice vibrates against your crown from where his chin rests atop your head. his tone is soft, melodic, and sincere. you don’t know how he does it, but he manages to be calming and repulsive all at once. it’s impressive.

“i fucked up last time, and i know that. i’m owning it, birdie, trust me. but before all of this started, we were friends. i’d be lying if i said it hasn’t been hell not speaking to you these last couple of weeks. i can’t fucking stand it.”

you don’t respond, but the beauty of it is that he doesn’t expect you to. all dick does is hold you tight and sway from side to side, just the way you do—well, did, you guess— when you hug him.

“i’ve been working so hard to become a fraction of the man you deserve,” he starts, “and tonight showed me that i’m not even close. it actually taught me that you’re incredible and i’m disgustingly selfish because, despite all the work i need to do, i still wanna be with you. now, as i am.”

you move to lean back. “dick—”

“i’m serious. don't be dismissive.”

dick meets you halfway and pulls back enough to see your face. your cheeks are puffy and your eyes are red, but dick thinks you’re adorable— a descriptor that has felt nothing but condescending and patronizing coming from him these last few months. but right now? as you feel a sense of dread and longing swirling up to create a toxic combination in your stomach?

you’re pathetically eating it up.

“i miss you”, he says. “and i’m sorry. so sorry. let me make it up to you by letting me inside.”

you stare up at him for a few, long moments, your eyes glassy, wide, and emotionless. dick hadn’t expected you to become such a tough cookie since the last time he saw you, but he can tell you’re close to cracking. all he needs is to give you the final push.

dick slowly unravels one of his arms from around your waist and brings it up to cradle your face. you stare at him for a few moments, his thumb running soothingly along your jaw, but then something gives, and your eyes flutter shut, head relaxing into the curve of his palm.

“there you go,” he coos. “there’s my baby.”

and when dick leans down to kiss you, his hands slipping effortlessly into your pockets to retrieve your key, he doesn’t bother to hide his grin. he knows you feel it— wants you to— but you’re not gonna push him away. not even if your subconscious is screaming at you to deck him in the face.

what you’re gonna do is let dick seamlessly open your door and guide you inside, a gentle foot kicking it shut as you two stumble down the hallway. what you’re gonna do is let him undress you on the way to your bedroom, then let him lay you down and work until you’re shattering with a cry of his name. then, he’s gonna leave you— alone in the morning with an empty bed and a pit of despair settling deep in your stomach. and, finally, he’ll quell your deepest, darkest worries by leaving a dorky note on the fridge about how “duty calls, but there’s breakfast in the fridge!” to make sure that no matter how much you convince yourself to hate him right then and there, there will always be enough of a gap in your armor for him to wriggle right back on inside.

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[lilacwinexi]

𝐌𝐲 A𝐥𝐥 -

James Kelly x f!reader

“id give my all to have just one more night with you.”

The rain had stopped hours ago, but the pavement still looked wet under the streetlight outside my window. A reflection shimmered on the floorboards, just enough to catch my eye every few seconds. I curled deeper into the blanket, knees to chest, phone resting heavy in my palm.

I told myself I wasn’t going to call. Not tonight. Not again. But my body ached in that specific way, not just for touch, not just for heat. But for him.

The way his hands knew where to go without asking. The way he kissed like he was saying something he didn’t have the words for. The way he looked at me like he already knew I was lying when I said I was fine.

I wasn’t.

And the silence in my room was too loud. He’d been gone for weeks, but the ghost of him never really left. I could still smell him on the pillow, still feel his breath in the curve of my neck if I lay still long enough. I hated how much of him still lived in this room. In me.

He told me to stop calling, said it only made things harder. But what was I supposed to do with all this need? What was I supposed to do with all this love?

My thumb hovered over his name on the screen. I didn’t mean to press it — not really. But I did.

“…hello?” His voice Low. Tired. Rough. It wrecked me.

“It’s me,” I whispered.

A pause. Not surprise. Just silence soaked in understanding.

“I know,” he said softly. And I cursed myself for hitting the call button.

“Im sorry, I know I said I wouldn’t call-“ He cut me off before I finished.

“Why’d you call?” I swallowed hard. “Because I miss you. And because pretending like I don’t doesn’t work anymore.”

He let out a breath, and I swear I heard him shift — sheets rustling, the soft creak of his bed frame. I imagined him sitting up, rubbing his hand across his face the way he always did when he was trying not to feel too much.

“I shouldn’t come over,” he said after a beat. But his voice didn’t sound convinced. “I know.” I replied, barely a whisper.

“But you want me to.” He said, in a quiet tone. I closed my eyes. “I want more than I should.”

He went silent.

Then, finally, “I still think about you,” he murmured. “Even when I don’t want to.”

“God, me too.” I rubbed my head, regretting my actions. I shouldn’t have called, but I’m too far gone now. And we both know this will only end in one way. I heard him sigh — that low, familiar sound that made my chest ache.

“I’ll be there in twenty.”

He hung up, leaving no room for argument. I stayed sitting on my bed for minute processing what just happened.Then I stood, brushing my hair out of my face, wiping my dark eyes. I didn’t bother with makeup. I didn’t bother changing. He’d seen me like this. And still, he always kissed me like I was something beautiful.

When the knock finally came, I was already at the door. He looked the same, damp from the misty night, eyes heavy, jacket in his hand, and something unreadable on his face.

I didn’t say a word. Just stepped back. He walked in like he never left, and I let him.

There was no small talk. No pretending. Just an undeniable tension in the room that was quickly fulfilled when he kissed me, it wasn’t soft — it was aching. His hands gripped my waist like he was afraid I’d disappear. My fingers curled into his shirt like I needed him to stay stitched together.

Clothes came off without a word.

His hands gripped my shirt, pulling it up and over my head slowly like he was scared I might break. I started working on his belt, none of us saying a word besides the breathy gasps and whimpers of need.

Once our clothes were off he laid me down on the bed, his hands going to my hips as his whole body pressed me into the mattress. The feeling of his skin against mine again was intoxicating, his fingertips digging into my hips.

I looked up into his eyes, watching his lust filled eyes as he entered me in a teasing stroke. My eyes rolled back, feeling his warm breath hit my collarbone as he began thrusting.

I watched, entranced, as his body moved against mine. He knew all the angles to drive me crazy. One arm rested against the pillow next to my head, hands gripping the plush pillow like he was holding back going too fast. His other hand resting on my hip, pulling me towards his thrusts.

I let out soft moans, throwing my head back against the pillow. My back arching up until my breasts were pressed against his chest. It felt so wrong and so right, after all this time without him. His cross necklace swung back and forth in front of my face as he rolled his hips into mine.

Suddenly, breathless and needy, he turned over onto his back. His hands immediately gripped my hips, guiding me up and down. Once I got the right motion and rhythm, he let go of my hips and placed his hands at the back of his head. His hips still bucking upwards to meet my thrusts.

I let out filthy noises, rolling my hips like a wild animal. He watched me, his mouth slightly open, letting out casual whimpers. “Oh god…” he whispered, his chest sweaty and heaving. He looked pathetically handsome, and so close to his release.

He sat up suddenly, leaning against the headboard. Pulling me impossibly closer like he wanted us to mold together. I wasn’t complaining. His arms wrapped around me, thrusting faster up into me. I let out a louder moan, leaning my forehead against his shoulder.

The room filled with the dirty sounds of our love making, skin slapping and wet noises combined with our needy moans. “Look at me…” he said breathlessly, and I lifted my head to look up into his blue eyes. I let out a soft moan, leaning my forehead against his as I felt him twitch inside me.

Our breaths mingled as we chased each others release. My hips moving at a steady speed, his hands squeezing the skin on my hips, silently encouraging me. I looked up into his eyes and the look in them was enough to unravel me. My body convulsed in his arms as I came hard. He let out a loud groan, squeezing his eyes shut. Feeling him fill me up in a matter of seconds.

We stayed wrapped in each other for a few moments, our chests heaving against one another. I placed my sweaty forehead against his shoulder, softly kissing the skin. His thumb lazily rubbed my thigh, a comforting thing he’s always done after sex.

I lift my head and look up at him, cupping his face. “I’d give my all just to have this again.” I say softly, my voice rough from the passionate moment earlier. He didn’t answer. But he leaned in and kissed my forehead, and that was enough of an answer for me.

[eyrieofsynapses]

This is one of the reasons why we really, really need to be educating ourselves on the history and reasoning behind conservative movements. And y'all, we cannot ignore the cultural elements of this--oftentimes the seemingly stupid stuff is way, way more complicated than you'd think.

I think part of why left-wing folks like to be dismissive is because it absolves us of doing the work to 1) recognize the reasoning behind conservative movements, which is often uncomfortable and complicated, 2) treating conservatives like the regular people they are, and most importantly 3) connecting with conservatives and finding ways to get through to them.

This is hard to do. It involves examining our own beliefs and acknowledging that our perspectives are, indeed, perspectives. We're doing the right thing from our point of view, and conservatives are doing the same damn thing. That's uncomfortable! It's uncomfortable to say "yes, these people who are trying to strip me of my rights can think through things like I can and believe they're doing what's right with the same conviction that I do"! Because it means they can think like you! And it also confronts us with the reality that, under different circumstances, we could be like them. (...which, in and of itself, is a very us-versus-them way of thinking, and that's dangerous too.)

Of course, the left-wing movement is generally in the direction of expanding civil rights, preventing physical and mental harm to others, improving the environment etc., and usually involves a much broader world view--essentially it seeks to better life for everyone regardless of their circumstances. To me, that's what makes left-wing movements moral and worthy of pursuit. Conservative views seem to tend toward more... dehumanization in the name of bettering life for their in-group and/or because they don't want to sympathize or try to understand other people, and a belief that everyone is responsible for their own situation and will bear the consequences accordingly. But even then, that's a left-wing view of right-wingers. Frankly I need to do more research on how their thinking works--and here I need to acknowledge that the conservative group is in fact not a monolith, and there's a hell of a lot of groups within it, so the thinking will vary depending on who you're looking at.

Imo the most frustrating part of this is that sometimes the reasoning conservatives have is not strictly off, either, and frankly that's one of the most important things to recognize, because that's how ordinary people in the center (and even liberals and leftists!) get pushed into right-wing movements and become polarized. Yes, the USA does have a pretty significant national debt, and yes, that could come back to bite us in the ass. Yes, there are potentially very real and dangerous economic consequences to a low birth rate. And so on. That doesn't mean that the solutions right-wingers are presenting are good--they generally have a basis in racist/queerphobic/misogynistic/abelist/etc. beliefs--but the concerns themselves aren't always illegitimate. We do have to address them if we want to avoid pushing folks in the center into extreme right-wing territory.

In any case, if you're a podcast person and want to educate yourself on political movements, I'd highly recommend NPR's work. Just for a couple examples, Throughline is good for long-form history and background on political movements (I just listened to their two-parter on the abortion rights and anti-abortion movements and hoo boy there is a LOT to unpack in there). It's Been A Minute is a shorter podcast covering current cultural movements and, to quote, "why it doesn't happen by accident." You can also take a look at Slate's Decoder Ring for coverage on goofier but equally relevant topics.

gotta be honest with you, i'm not too sure about this thing ppl say of "conservatives" being irrationally opposed to "trans people just existing" or whatever. i guess controversial take but no they actually have very concrete reasons to oppose bodily autonomy and the destabilization of sexual roles we represent considering their views on sex/gender and social reproduction overall actually. obviously we must oppose those views as they are 1. wrong and 2. oppressive but like. it's not like they just chose a random minority to hate. i mean otherwise why do you think it's specifically us.

[spookypeachpitt13]

This is semi-self indulgent. I had a hysterectomy in 2023 because of fibroids. The cramps were like active labor. And I just think Robby would wanna help ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ROBBYCENTRIC SEMI SMUTTY BLURB

Period cramps

AFABxReader Insert

¡MDNI! I AM NOT YOUR EDUCATION.

Talks of bleeding. Surgeries. Sex on period. Robby is a filthy little thing. Reader is into it.

Not proofread and written on my phone in one go.

Period Cramps

Dana noticed the wince from across the ED before you decidedly stopped to bend slightly at the waist and brace yourself against the wall.

You were walking back in from the ambulance bay when your cramps started. You leaned back against the cool wall of the vestibule, off to the side of too many prying eyes. But of course, Dana had a sixth sense.

Walking quickly over to you with a concerned look, you feel her touch against your shoulders immediately relaxing the tensed muscles from your neck down.

“That bad today, kid?” She asks and you nod quickly before attempting to stand up straight. “I’ve been trying….so hard to stay moving, release dopamine…oxytocin…whatever the fuck else I can think of to help. But at this point? My uterus is staging a civil war and my legs feel like jello” you say through gritted teeth.

You see Robby out of the corner of your eye and you immediately stand up straight. The last thing you need is your sturdy, mature, sweet yet stern, silvering but sexy attending to notice your discomfort. You couldn’t handle it today. The way he immediately becomes overly concerned when it’s you. Anything to do with you. His alarm is set to THREAT LEVEL MIDNIGHT.

If you had higher self esteem you might even be confident enough to believe he acted this way because he liked you. Like…like likes you. But that’s not possible….a funny joke…who knew you were a comedian on your period?

Before you can shake it off entirely, the abrupt movement of quickly standing up straight sends a jolt down your sciatic nerve causing you suck in air through your teeth and grip onto Dana’s bicep.

That catches his attention.

His head swivels quickly and his eyebrows shoot to his hair line. Before you can even put up a hand to motion to him ‘I’m ok’, he’s on the move, straight to you.

“Hey…you ok?” He asks with genuine worry. Both you and Dana notice his eyes taking over you in investigation trying to assess for any physical abnormalities. His hand gently grasps your chin, tilting your head up so he can look at your pupils.

“Robby stop…I’m fine. It’s just…ah - ssssss” you wince again when another wretched wave of cramps move through your offending uterus. His hand moves from your chin to gently grasp your cheek and his other hand moves to test your temperature on your forehead.

You left out a ‘pfft’ and roll your eyes up at him. “It’s my period…relax. It’s just kicking my ass today” you finally say after getting momentarily overwhelmed by his touch.

At this point, Dana’s smirk has almost wrapped around her entire face. Shes clearly not needed here anymore. She pats you on the shoulder, kisses the side of your head and walks off towards the nurses station.

His face immediately morphs into a soft visage of understanding, well…the best he can understand. “Im sorry, I know yours can be particularly brutal. Let me-just if there’s anything I can to do help” he says with an awkward shrug.

You’ve had issues with fibroids since he’s known you. Hell, you even had a myomectomy a couple years ago to try and help. 6 months of relief and you were back to being miserable. Of course, he didn’t know the complete specifics of your medical history, but you two became closer as the years have gone by.

He was your attending, so it was only natural. He signed off on all your reports, all your charting. You spent a lot of time together, so it’s only natural you’d start confiding in one another.

With his hands settled behind his neck, you smile up at him in appreciation. “Thanks, boss, but these are really the kind of cramps that can only be slept away or fucked away and I’m not in the position to do either- I….” Your whole face turns BEAT red when your mind catches up with your mouth.

Robby’s eyebrows take up residence in his hairline, once again and a blush that can only be described as crimson travels across his face.

“I cannot believe I just said that to my attending” you say. Your eyes refuse to meet his and you stand here completely still, willing this moment to pass.

“I-uh….I was kind of just thinking some NSAIDs…or a hot tea?” He says raking his fingernails through his beard and letting out a nervous chuckle to try and shift the mood.

“No oh my god I know…I just. My filter today is WHEW” you say nervously and make a motion with your hand flying over the top of your head. “I’m gonna…go” you say, finally grasping enough nerve to look him in the eyes.

“Yeah…I probably should go…as well.” He says, keeping his eyes on yours for a beat too long. You drop your eyes first and start to walk away. You feel his fingers gently wrap around your wrist with just enough pressure to stop you.

He takes a long beat, too long. Long enough to make you squirm. And finally after what seems like a solid 5 minutes; it was only 45 seconds…he speaks.

“It’s not that I wouldn’t…but with you? Fuck…while you’re bleeding? I need the space to play.” He says into your ear and your entire body freezes. You let out a shaky breath and look over at him, finding a bit of confidence in how he’s talking to you.

“My favorite hobby as a kid, besides playing Doctor? Finger painting” he says matter of factly, like he’s just telling you a random fact about his life. The sides of your lips quirk up into a naughty smirk and you can hear your mind screaming at you to make a choice. You take deep breath and blow it out just as quickly.

“Are you gonna wear your smock, good boy?” You say in a soft voice. The grip Robby has on your wrist tightens and you can hear the low growl brewing in his chest.

“Don’t” he says sharply. And his eyes squeeze shut for a moment. He lets go of your wrist and takes a deep breath, letting his chest expand and deflate slowly. “You call me that again, and I will become less and less responsible for my actions” he says low and gravelly.

“Promise?” You say cheekily. Just as he’s about to respond another cramp rips through your uterus, feeling like a contraction. “Jesus” you seeth and bend forward, clapping a hand on Robby’s shoulder for support.

His hands go to your hips immediately and the heat radiating from his hands seeps into your skin. “You think you can last another hour?” He asks, gently massaging your sides through this wave of pain.

“I don’t have much of a choice, Doc” you say with a tad bit of sass. “Why? You have a plan?” You ask, finally letting out a long breath you didn’t know you were holding. Your shoulders relax slightly and you’re able to drop your hand from where you had it anchored to his body.

“I thought you did….fuck and nap the cramps away? Or was I hearing things…” he says like he just made plans to get coffee.

You stand there, mouth slightly agape before letting out a short, shocked, laugh.

“Alright, my little artist…you really wanna do this?” You ask with seriousness in your tone. His smirk grows as he starts to nod, “I’m running out of reasons why not…”

“And besides…I’m a doctor…and you’re in pain. I took an oath, it would unethical of me not to” he says before leaning down to place the softest kiss on your lips. Just enough. Barely there. Kiss? Minimal. Effect? Maximum.

Your arms flourished in goosebumps and you actively shivered. He chuckles and runs his arms up and down yours to help your nervous system calm.

“Meet me here when you’re done, yeah?” He says before leaning forward to kiss your forehead. You nod against his lips and say a soft “yes”.

You both separate when you hear the sirens approaching and in an instant the two of you go from sexual tension to working in perfect tandem…

[ktarotttt]

an enhypen love reading. — june 2025 ★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

while I wanted to dive into it deeper, I didn’t wanna be attacked or anything so I felt keeping it simple was best. as always, none of this is claimed as a fact. just some cards and good intentions. purely for entertainment purposes. love my boys and want them to be in love and happy.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ heeseung

single, but there’s definitely someone from his past that he can’t get off his mind. in a bad way. the 6 of cups is reversed for him, which is what I describe as “bad nostalgia”. there’s a difference between reminiscing, and being stuck in what was. unfortunately my baby is stuck.

there’s been a major crash and burn in his love life, even if it was for the best, it doesn’t feel like that for him rn. just sucks. he’s trying to put his focus on other things such as career, making music, stuff like that, but he really cannot get over how stuff ended with whoever this person is. he can’t look at the bigger picture of it just yet, which is understandable if you ever have experienced this feeling. (it’s the freakin worst!) he’s just still so attracted to her and sees her as such a nurturing, kind, and wise woman. maybe felt like she was his divine counterpart. or the empress being here could mean he’s trying to love himself more and nurture his needs while dealing with this but … we’ll never know.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ jake

“single”, but very emotionally attached to someone (seems like for a valid reason? got the king and queen of cups so it seems like they are a safe space for eachother. he likely feels like she understands him and has empathy for him a way nobody ever has. or at least another woman has. but their relationship is toxic outside of that it seems and he is very aware it’s time to walk away. just a strong attachment.

doesn’t even seem like they’re in a relationship anymore if they were. felt very much so like…we broke up but we can’t stop talking to eachother. physicallness seems hard to let go of as well. growing pains type shit. the end of this connection is knocking on Jake’s door though, he’s just kinda turning a blind eye. kindaaaa. one eye on her and the other on the door.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ jay

seems single, but is very interested in someone who is very attractive, confident, and has a lot of aura. 100% his type is what I kept hearing in his energy. he’s just trying to build the courage to approach, as it seems he feels a BIG lack of confidence when it comes to actually being with her for some reason? it also seems like he’s still juggling if it’s worth it. I got a lot to “I want to approach, buttttt career? is it time?”

got the 5 of pentacles here, so for the context of this reading, that means he’s unsure if he’s good enough for this girl. she must be a bad bitch!!! i’m telling you I would not be surprised if she’s an idol as well who’s known for her aura. (you are more than good enough babe!) but the king of cups was there so it isn’t just because she’s attractive. there’s a genuine pull here. pure. really likes her or feels she could be a good match for him.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ sunghoon

in a relationship. no doubt about it (hahahaha no pun intended). or is about to be in one. I think for awhile, sunghoon may have denied himself of this connection (or multiple connections), due to not being ready for better. the 8 of cups is a card of emotional transition. wanting more for yourself, and accepting that while in the past your current circumstances (or relationships) were good enough, it’s not anymore.

this woman is represented as the queen of cups, so she’s definitely a sweetheart. empathetic, emotionally in tune, and easily makes sunghoon feels safe. cared for. loved. it seems he’s recently decided…you know what, I DO deserve this. i deserve love. i’m not gonna deprive myself of this girl who has been waiting patiently for me to jus trust her. the ace of cups, the lovers, and two of cups were here as well as the ace of wands so, it’s new, but he’s very happy. and they seem genuinely suited for eachother. it’s very mutual attraction, care, and maybe even love here. they take good care of eachother. if he’s not in love yet, he will be. he’s the only one that is in a committed situation rn it seems. go papi!!!!

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ sunoo

single. can’t even say he wants to mingle right now ahahaha. focused on his bag, and him showing up as the queen of wands tells me that yes, obviously everyone thinks he’s hot and likely pursues him. he might even like it or find it cute or endearing, but he’s a bag chaser rn. even if someone with potential came, he doesn’t really see how they could fit in his life rn with how much he already has on his plate (two of pentacles).

the wheel of fortune is here, so he’s kinda just accepting the game of life. going with the flow. trusting his intuition (high priestess) and observing more than he’s talking. but it’s straight pentacles here. and I don’t think it bothers him.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ jungwon

my bookie!! omg. so don’t ask me why but for jungwon, something told me to get a channeled song, and the one that started playing was treasure by bruno mars!!! and I already love this song but i was like … extra excited listening to it so I wonder if Jungwon has his eye on someone from afar. and he’s like … if only you knew how i saw you. i felt so giddy while listening like how you feel about your crush when you’re singing a song and the lyrics are exactly how you feel. and she’s coming out as the queen of cups it seems, so … as you guys know us water sign girlies are often the most VISIBILY insecure/blue 🥹. even though we’re beautiful asf and the sweetest things!

bruno mars says in the song “pretty girl you should be smiling, a girl like you should never look so blue. you’re everything I see in my dreams, I wouldn’t say that to you if it wasn’t true” 🥹🥹🥹🥹

so boom, definitely single, and is doing MAJOR inner work rn to release the weight past love has left on him. in readings I’ve done in the past for wongles, he definitely does not have a lot of genuine romantic experience (like actual girlfriends, long term connections, etc). it’s been more crushes and talking stages for him. but they also have left a very bad impression on him, and left him badly hurt, because he already has a hard time feeling the icky feelings liking someone brings, but he has tried. and I don’t think people have been careful with his heart. which in turn has made him like “fuck love” for a while.

the good thing!!! is that he’s finally moving away the baggage. we have 6 of swords, 10 of wands, 4 of cups, 9 of swords reversed, and 8 of cups, which in summary says: it’s not gonna be easy, but I refuse to engage with anybody who brings nothing but arguments and drama in my life, makes love seem undesirable, is ruining my sleep, and turning me into a ball of stress and anxiety. I deserve better, or at least deserve to get far away from these people and love myself. those people are out, and this queen of cups is in!

with the overall energy being ace of cups (opening himself up to new romantic experiences/feelings emerging for someone) queen of cups (a compassionate, emotionally in tune, kind woman/him wanting to embody these qualities freely) and the king of wands (a man who sees what he wants and wants to chase it) — it seems like there’s something blooming in the beginning stages. she may have no idea how much he likes her, but he does. and it’s even sweeter because he likes her for her personality. not just like … she’s hot. it just seems like he’s unsure if he’s REALLY gonna pursue her (two of wands reversed) . which is understandable due to how his past experiences have went. he doesn’t wanna get hurt again. or mess up. jungwon always comes up in readings as someone who will watch you for a long time before he makes a move, but he’s seen her up close and from afar and she is a very genuine person it seems. I keep seeing someone who helps people a lot. very sweet, and she draws him in with this vibe. siren energy ahahaha.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ niki

i just wanna say being in Niki’s energy is just as funny as he is in real life lol. because at first he was like … man I don’t wanna talk about love rn but then when I ask for his song, he played some freaked out shit lmfaoooooo. so it’s safe to say that he is um…maybe single but, mingling with someone. physically attached to someone maybe. allegedly. not a fact.

the first card we got is the 6 of swords reversed which is “I know I need to release myself from this, but I can’t”. and with the page of cups, which is understandable because he’s still very young and probably just now starting to care about love and crushes and relationships, his feelings in this connection are rooted in innocent immaturity. the page of cups is like, middle school crush energy. think of that intensity. that gooeyness in your heart when you’re around them. how delusional you can be because you’ve never seen how fucked up people are yet.

that’s how he feels about whoever this is, which is why he can’t walk away from it even though it may be a lot of drama. the 6 of cups is here which represents our younger years, someone you have fond memories with, or someone you’ve known for a long time. and with the 7 of wands and the 3 of pentacles, it seems that he can’t really be talked out of being involved with them. he may be defensive about this person/standing ten toes on it. orrrr playing advocate…this could mean that just because he can’t let go yet because of how deeply he feels, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t fighting back on the things he doesn’t like within the connection. the 3 of pentacles could indicate this being someone he works closely with or sees as a good partner. they help him with things even if it isn’t always perfect.

it’s like this person doesn’t always make him feel that great. or maybe he’s even disappointed that he allows certain things but he’s very attracted to them. its like when you’re involved with someone that makes you sad, but they also make you feel something. which at his age means something. it’s a confusing energy im ngl. he’s probably confused to.

[do-or-dichotomy]

y'know what I had a whole post typed out and I deleted it because I thought I was being too overdramatic but I saw yet another post about this and just.

the amount of people I've seen on multiple socials recently talking about how fob fic/fandom "focuses too much" on patrick's weight is really rubbing me the wrong way. countless posts and tweets about other men in bandom where their skinniness is something people froth at the mouth over—especially in the name of feminization—is never seen as a bad thing, but people pointing out patrick being hot and fat is apparently cause for alarm.

why is it bad when people express attraction to patrick and clarify that it's [at least in part] because he's a fat guy? why is that something to get upset about when, like above, talking about how Small and Delicate and Feminine other men are isn't?

I could understand an argument for fetishization being an issue, but that only ever seems to get brought up when people express attraction to the fatter eras of bandom men [gerard, patrick, etc.], and not when people yap and yammer on about how thin/delicate/beautiful [insert skinny bandom guy here] is for the nth time. writing and talking about how hot patrick [and by extension, his body] was in the soul punk/save rock and roll eras is fair game, but doing the same to any other era of him is treated like fetishization if you mention his weight in any way, shape, or form. you can call other eras of patrick hot, talk about how manly he is, call him a bear, all of that, but saying he's a hot fat man is crossing a line?

why is it fetishization to be attracted to a fat body? why is it wrong to make it clear that patrick [or any person, for that matter] is fat and hot, not hot despite being fat? why is it gross and uncomfortable to read fic or tags where the person writing them is clearly attracted to patrick's fat body, but people talking about other men's thin bodies isn't? why is it a problem to gush about his soft chin vs. other men's hard jawlines, a rounded stomach vs. flat abs, thick thighs vs. thin thighs, chubby cheeks vs. sharp cheekbones? the list goes on and on.

I'm not trying to make some sort of socio-political commentary here. I run a bandom blog. everyone has their preferences in body types, and no two people need to find the same body hot. but if you think people finding a thin body hot is normal and nothing to write home about, but people finding a fat body hot must be fetishization, unnecessary, or weird, you might want to take a good, hard look at yourself and why you think that.

[aspenlovesmedia]

As an ace person myself, this means a lot to me.

Before I start though, I need to say that y’all can write whatever the fuck you want. I’m a sex repulsed asexual, I can’t read smut because it makes me feel sick and deeply uncomfortable, and especially if you are also ace and projecting your experiences onto Jon, go for it, write whatever you want.

This is my opinion on this, and you do not have to agree with me. I just want to talk about this. Also, I am autistic so apologies if I have misinterpreted what people have said, or if I come off as angry or anything like that at any point. That is not my intent, I just struggle with my tone (which is hard to convey through text anyway).

So, a few of the replies to this post have rubbed me the wrong way, especially the “it’s from Melanie and she hates Jon”. Why does that matter? I can kind of understand the arguement that as it’s second hand information so may be wrong, but what does Melanie and Jon not getting along have anything to do with this? Why would she lie? It’s just a really weird take to me, and maybe I’m misunderstanding what people are trying to say when they bring this up, but it just does not make any sense to me. In the conversation itself, Melanie and Basira are gossiping, but nothing in there is malicious, or implied to be, so again, why would she lie? Like the only thing that would potentially make sense is maybe she’s wrong, but we have no reason to not believe her.

Also, can we think about this from a writing standpoint for a minute. At what point in the story would it feel right for Jon to just outright say he is ace? I am of the personal opinion that I don’t think Jon would know the label asexual exists, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t ace, and even if he did when would this get brought up? Like when would Jon himself be like “yes I am asexual and (talks about how he feels about sex)”. It would feel really clunky in my opinion, and also it wouldn’t serve a purpose in the plot. It’s brought up once in a fairly natural way, and that’s the end of it because it doesn’t need to get brought up again, and frankly wouldn’t make sense to.

Jonny confirmed in one of the QnAs that Jon is written to be ace. Obviously people can headcanon what they want, but authorial intent is important to an extent, and especially when it is vague in the text, it’s nice he confirmed it.

Also, it is litterally stated the he doesn’t have sex. Now you can interpret that how you want, and yes people can change, but also he is the only character in the entire show stated explicitly to not have sex. Again, from a writing standpoint, if this information was wrong, it would have been cleared up in another episode but it wasn’t and we’re given no reason to think it’s not the case.

Ace rep is very rare. The fact Jon is ace is amazing. Again, write what you want, especially if you are a sex positive ace person and want to project onto Jon. The thing is, no other character in the show is explicitly stated to not have sex. There is literally every other character who you can write smut with, and you can also headcanon any character as being on the ace spectrum and write smut about them with that headcanon too.

I think my annoyance with this is it feels like some people want to bend over backwards to ignore the text and justify why Jon should have sex. Maybe it’s because I am a sex repulsed ace, but Jon is the one character in a peice of media I love who is stated to not have sex in the text and that representation means more to me than I think a lot of people can know. It’s one thing when it’s confirmed by a creator outside of the media itself, but Jonny wrote it into the story. It’s vague and brief, but that’s all it needed to be.

I hope that all makes sense? Sorry if it’s rambly or is confusing. I just wanted to talk about this.

See, my issue personally with people going "asexual people can still have sex" about Jonathan Archivist Sims is that... sure. Asexual people can have sex. However, John is quite explicitly written in a way that practically states that he, as an individual, does Not engage in sex

This is the one instance when we hear about Johns asexuality outside of the qnas, and its explicitly stated that John doesn't have sex. At all.

I understand the wish to see yourself represented in media, particularly as an asexual person myself. And this is not intended as a callout for anyone in particular. However, it does create great frustations within me because it reads as just reinforcing this standard that centers sex in relationships in a wider societal context. A denial of individuals who simply wish to wholeheartedly not engage with it overall

Im not going to try and stop anyone from headcanoning what they want, drawing what they want or writing what they want. However, I do implore you to consider the canon information, the scarcity of ace rep, and how this errasure of his identity may be upsetting. I also invite you to explore asexuality in the cases of other tma characters who are left to much interpretation, like Tim, Martin, Georgie, Melsnie, Basira, Daisy, Sasha- hell, make them all ace in all flavours of ace, have your fun. I just implore you allow John to remain sexless, as he deserves

[velvetghoul]

Marked by You

✦ One-Shot

Reader x Noritoshi Kamo | 18+ MDNI

cw: explicit sexual content, soft dom kamo, blood manipulation (mentioned), intense emotional intimacy, oral sex (f receiving), praise kink, gentle choking, missionary position, creampie, possessiveness, mild obsession, protective behavior, body worship, deep eye contact, kissing, slow build-up, emotional vulnerability, calm to unhinged in danger

⸻

He's known for his composure. The control. The way Noritoshi Kamo always stands like he's balancing the weight of a dynasty on his shoulders—but still manages to breathe through it like it’s nothing.

But with you?

With you, he’s bare hands and soft touches. A man undone by the simple way you look at him, like he’s more than what his family made him to be.

You return from a mission late, bruised and exhausted. And the moment you step into his room, he’s already moving.

He doesn't ask questions. He just pulls you close and cups your face like you’re something sacred.

“Did they hurt you?” His voice is quiet, but there's something sharp underneath.

“No. Not really,” you say, trying to smile. “Just tired.”

His brow furrows, fingers ghosting along your jaw. “You shouldn't have gone without me.”

You kiss his palm. “You would’ve burned the whole city down.”

“I still might.”

He lays you back against his bed like you’re glass, brushing his fingers across every inch of exposed skin, tracing faint marks and lingering shadows like he's cataloging them—memorizing the places he needs to kiss better.

“I hate that you get sent into danger without me,” he murmurs, tugging off your clothes slowly, reverently. “If I had been there—”

“I’m here now,” you whisper, reaching up to pull him down into a kiss. “So are you.”

Noritoshi takes his time with you.

He undresses you like you’re made of silk. Kisses down your chest, your stomach, your thighs—whispering things in between like he needs you to know how much you mean to him.

“You don’t understand what you do to me,” he says, mouth hovering over your inner thigh. “I’d give my life for you without hesitation. Not because I’m reckless. Because it’s you.”

When his tongue finally touches you, it’s slow and warm, his hands holding your hips still as he worships you with every stroke. His control doesn't falter—it deepens. He focuses like he’s reading every twitch of your body, every moan, adjusting the pressure until you’re melting.

He groans softly when you thread your fingers in his hair, thighs tightening around his head.

“That’s it,” he breathes, lifting his head just slightly to see your face. “Let me hear you. I need to know I’m doing right by you.”

You come on his tongue, gasping his name, and he stays with you through it—soft touches, slow kisses, letting you drift down before crawling up to press his forehead to yours.

“You’re everything to me,” he whispers. “Do you know that?”

He enters you slow, eyes locked on yours, fingers laced with yours beside your head. His rhythm is deep and steady, every roll of his hips filled with something quiet and breaking—like he’s been holding this in too long.

"You feel like peace," he murmurs against your mouth. "Like I could stop pretending I’m someone else. Like I'm yours, not theirs."

You kiss him hard, hips rising to meet his.

"You are. You're mine, Noritoshi."

His jaw tightens. He thrusts deeper, groaning.

"Say it again." "You’re mine."

His hand slides to your throat—not squeezing, just holding, grounding you as he keeps moving, slow and full and overwhelming.

“You’re the only thing that makes me feel like a person again,” he pants, voice shaking. “Not a Kamo. Not a weapon. Just yours.”

You clench around him, legs wrapping around his waist as you fall apart again, and that’s all it takes—he spills inside you with a broken groan, holding you so tight you can’t tell where he ends and you begin.

After, you’re curled up on his chest, sweat cooling, his hands brushing through your hair slowly.

“I meant it,” he says quietly. “If you ever call for me—on a mission, in danger—I’ll come. No matter what. Even if it kills me.”

You look up at him, heart thudding.

“I don’t need you to die for me,” you whisper. “I need you to live for me.”

Something shifts in his eyes. Then he leans down and kisses you with everything he’s never said.

“I will.”

The mission room smells like burnt coffee, old paper, and Gojo’s insufferable cologne.

You walk in beside Noritoshi, his hand brushing yours just once before sliding neatly into his uniform pocket—always composed, always reserved. But his gaze flicks down to you, quick and soft. Protective.

He’s been quieter since you returned from your last mission bruised. Watching everything. Saying little.

Inside, Gojo’s already lounging across two chairs, grinning like he hasn’t nearly gotten the entire building exploded in the past week.

“Oh good,” he drawls, sunglasses tilted down, “the power couple has arrived. You two look way too put-together for eight a.m.”

Nanami’s there too, arms crossed, forehead already pinched in annoyance. And leaning against the back wall, Ino Takuma gives you a crooked smile and a lazy two-finger salute.

“Guess we’re all stuck together, huh?” Ino says with a wink. “This should be fun.”

You smile back out of habit—but you feel it. Noritoshi’s presence, subtle but firm, like a wire drawn taut beside you. You don’t even need to look. He doesn’t like the way Takuma’s looking at you, even if it’s harmless.

Still, he says nothing.

Gojo claps his hands. “Alright, kids. A Grade 1 assignment. Supposedly abandoned village, one confirmed cursed spirit, maybe more. Reports of a sorcerer going missing. We’re sending the four of you—Nanami for logic, Ino for enthusiasm, Kamo for cleanup, and…” He grins at you. “You, sweetheart, because someone’s gotta keep the boys from imploding.”

Nanami sighs. “I assume there’s no real intel.”

“Nope,” Gojo says cheerfully. “Have fun!”

You’re walking the narrow village road, late afternoon shadows stretching long across the dirt path. Crows circle above. The place is wrong—too quiet, the air thick, like holding your breath underwater.

You and Kamo take point, moving in perfect rhythm without needing to speak. Takuma flanks your left, cheerful as always, but he’s alert. Nanami brings up the rear, careful and steady.

“I’ll check the shrine,” you offer, nodding to the crumbling structure on the hillside. “Feels like the cursed energy’s pooling there.”

“I’ll go with—” Takuma starts, but Noritoshi’s already speaking.

“No.”

His voice is polite. Firm. But that edge is there.

You glance at him and catch something flicker in his eyes—something unspoken. He isn’t overprotective. He’s calculated. But right now, he’s not letting you go anywhere without him.

Takuma shrugs. “Alright, alright. Didn’t mean to step on any toes.”

Noritoshi just nods once and takes the lead, the hem of his robe rustling softly as you both head up the incline.

You’re halfway to the shrine when it happens.

You feel it first—pressure behind your eyes, like something’s trying to rip open a door in your chest.

“Stop,” Noritoshi says sharply, arm in front of you in an instant.

The space ahead distorts. The trees warp, creaking and groaning like bones, and then it erupts—a twisted, hulking cursed spirit, eyes like bleeding pits, fingers too long, twitching unnaturally.

You reach for your weapon—too late.

It’s fast. And it lunges for you. You don’t see what Noritoshi does.

All you hear is the snap of his control breaking.

“Don’t.” His voice is low. Flat. And then the blood sings.

It pours from the seal on his wrist, swirling in midair like smoke turned solid. It howls as it whips toward the curse—spears of hardened blood piercing through it in the blink of an eye. Limbs tear. The ground cracks. He doesn’t stop.

The creature shrieks, writhing—but Noritoshi is already in front of it, blood blades arching through the air like deadly red ribbons.

He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe. His eyes have gone cold and bloody.

You’ve seen him fight before. But never like this.

Never with that absolute, terrifying clarity.

It’s over in seconds. The cursed spirit slumps into a twisted heap, twitching, melting back into the dirt.

Noritoshi turns back to you slowly, chest rising and falling with silent, tight control.

“You okay?” he asks. His voice is calm again—but his eyes are wild beneath it.

You nod, breath shallow. “I—yeah.”

He steps toward you, expression crumbling.

“I would’ve killed it faster,” he murmurs, brushing a hand over your cheek. “If it had touched you, I would’ve ripped it apart from the inside out.”

His fingers tremble just slightly as they curl into your hair.

“I can’t lose you. Not even once. You understand?”

You do. Because you feel the same.

You lean in, resting your forehead against his. And for a long moment, the two of you just breathe—his blood retracting, his pulse slowly steadying, his body curling protectively around yours.

The mission ends. The walk back is silent.

Noritoshi stays close—too close. Not like usual, where his control is effortless. Now it feels like he’s afraid of something. Of space. Of time passing. Of you slipping away between the cracks.

Back at the safehouse, the door clicks shut behind you, and for a second, everything is still.

He doesn’t speak.

He just walks toward you slowly, fingers undoing the clasp at his throat, robe slipping from his shoulders in silence.

You open your mouth to speak—

But then he’s holding your face, eyes searching, like he’s trying to memorize you all over again.

“You’re safe,” he whispers. “I need to… touch you. I need to make sure.”

You nod once, throat tight. “I’m here. I’m yours.”

He kisses you. Not rough. Not fast. But deep.

Like he wants to crawl inside you and stay there forever.

Clothes come off one piece at a time. Carefully. As if undressing a memory he can’t afford to ruin.

He lays you back on the sheets like you're sacred. His hands roam your body with reverence—tracing over your ribs, your hips, the dip of your collarbone. His lips follow, soft kisses pressed into skin like silent apologies.

“I should’ve seen it sooner,” he murmurs, kissing between your breasts. “Should’ve sensed it.”

“You saved me.”

“I almost wasn’t fast enough.”

You thread your fingers through his hair. “But you were. And I’m right here.”

He nods against your stomach, breath shaking. Then lowers himself between your legs and kisses your inner thigh like he’s kneeling at an altar.

When his tongue finds you, it’s slow and soft and achingly gentle. He licks into you with a kind of quiet desperation—like every gasp you make is proof that you’re alive. That you’re his.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers between strokes. “So warm… so good… fuck, I could stay here forever.”

You whimper his name, thighs trembling around his head—and he groans when you pull at his hair, letting him know you’re close.

He doesn’t stop until you’re coming, shaking under his mouth, your hands in his hair, your whole body arching against him. And even then—he kisses your thigh again. Like it’s not about sex. Like it’s about devotion.

He moves up your body slowly, carefully. Kisses your lips. Holds you like you're something breakable.

“You alright?” he murmurs, brushing your cheek with his knuckles.

“Come here,” you whisper. His breath hitches.

You feel him guide himself to your entrance, hesitating just once.

“I want this to feel like safety,” he says. “Like you’re home.”

Then he pushes in—slow and deep—and you both moan at the contact.

He fucks you like it’s the first time. Like you’re something fragile he’s lucky to hold. Every thrust is measured, steady, his hands cradling your face, his forehead resting against yours.

His breath fans your lips.

“No one touches you, no one gets to have you like this. Only me.”

“Only you,” you echo, wrapping your arms around his back.

“Let me feel you. Let me be inside you when you fall apart.”

You nod, and he moves just a little harder, a little deeper, hips grinding into you until you’re gasping.

“I almost lost it,” he groans. “I saw that thing come for you and—I didn’t even think. Just blood. Just rage. But this…” He kisses you, trembling. “This brings me back.”

You come with a cry, clinging to him, and he follows—groaning into your mouth as he spills inside you, holding himself there, as deep as he can go, like he doesn’t want the world to pull him out.

You lie there tangled together in silence.

His hand stays on your stomach, thumb brushing back and forth.

“I would die for you,” he says quietly. “But I’d rather live beside you. As long as I can.”

You turn to face him, your hand on his chest, grounding him right back.

“We’re both living,” you whisper. “Together.”

His lips curl in the barest smile.

And for the first time all night, his shoulders relax.

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[zazaiafe2]

Hi first things first. I hope your blog blows up because you are doing some incredible work for this community.

Two. It would mean THE WORLD to me if you would help me with something. The thing is, I’ve been at shifting for 6 years and have never shifted (embarrassing, I know). For the past year and 1/2 though I’ve gotten *serious* about this and tried persistently. My DR is practically identical to my CR. The only difference is that my retainers are in. Last year I had a little breakthrough where I was half asleep with my eyes closed and felt my retainers in (meaning…I was in my dr)! Then I would proceed to strain, or reach, try, whatever, to fully wake up in my dr, with NO success whatsoever.

I’ve recently come to the conclusion that I’ve probably just been lucid dreaming, and I’m wanting to pick myself up and move forward with a new way of doing this and succeeding! I’ve been having this near-shift/lucid dream experience for a year/over 50 times now and it has been hard. There have been many tears. I just want to be pointed in the right direction. Can I receive some guidance from you? Your thoughts on a routine I can do, anything? Honestly I just need help. If you don’t read this long ass, sad ask I understand, but if you have read it…thank you for hearing me and your (possible) thoughts! 🫶🏾

First of all, thank you so much for reaching out, and for your words(yipee), they genuinely mean a lot. Also, don’t worry about the length of your ask, I have time ahead of me, I’m not about to shift off to another just yet(or maybe?), so let’s break this down together.

Reading through what you shared, I see a lot of dedication and effort, and honestly, that’s super duper cool already. You’ve built up solid skills (lucid awareness, partial body sensations, affirmations, even some hypnagogic cues), that’s huge progress, don’t minimize it. It shows your subconscious is capable of vivid states, which is half the battle won.

I really recommend you check out my blog on "how to shift from a lucid dream" if you haven't seen it.

That said, here’s what I’m seeing as potential "blocks":

1️⃣ Emotional exhaustion & over-efforting

When you push too hard and need it to happen, you trigger hypervigilance, your critical faculty stays active. Think of it like a stubborn bouncer at the door of your subconscious. The more you knock, the more it says, “nope.” That’s why you hover in lucid dream states without a full shift: your nervous system is still in “try” mode instead of “allow” mode at the key moment.

2️⃣ Anchoring to the current body

Feeling your retainers or body details means your proprioception is still locked into your CR. That’s a super common partial shift symptom. Basically, your brain is keeping an anchor on this timeline because a part of you fears total identity disconnection (which is normal and protective).

3️⃣ Repetition frustration loops

Six years of attempts, and the stress of “it still hasn’t worked,” unfortunately train your subconscious to associate shifting with struggle, not ease. The subconscious is a pattern-matching machine, so that association can sabotage you, even if consciously you want success.

But what can you do then?

Take a real break. Stop trying for two to three weeks. I know that sounds scary, but it resets your nervous system. See it like a recalibration. During that pause, focus only on relaxing your body and mind.Do daily meditation without trying to shift just to observe your thoughts, learn to let go and take care of yourself.

Practice self-hypnosis, guided or by yourself. Instead of commanding “shift now,” do suggestions like:

“It’s safe to let go.”

"My subconscious is ready to explore new possibilities.”

“I trust my mind to guide me.”

Say these gently, while deeply relaxed, in a trance state.

You can also listen to this list of affirmations that I find very suitable for your case without trying to shift, just listen and integrate.

Talk to your subconscious directly.

Yes, literally. In a light meditative state, imagine sitting with your subconscious as if it were a person and ask:

“What are you protecting me from?”

“Is there something you need me to know before I shift?”

Then just listen to what pops up,even if it feels silly. Sometimes this reveals hidden fears.

(Remember you and your subconscious are one you are not separate)

You can also listen to that video.

Use more dissociative priming.

Instead of standard affirmations, experiment with:

-Yoga nidra

-Daydream rehearsals

-Hypnagogic imagery

→ These help unhook you from the CR identity without brute force.

->You can also go see my last post on holotropic breathwork.

Shift your language.

Replace “I need to shift” with “I’m exploring the path to shifting.”

Replace “I hope I shift” with “I am curious about how it happens.”

This tiny language change softens the critical faculty.

Last thoughts

You are close.You just need to guide it past the final resistance. And remember, your subconscious is on your side, it just needs to feel safe enough to release control.

I believe in you, truly. 🫶 And hey, if no one told you today: you’re doing an amazing job even trying, because showing up for yourself like this, again and again, is no small thing, sometime you don't need to do more you need to do less to catch that inner release.

If you want, you can message me again anytime with updates,you know I’ve got time.

Happy shifting

[soundop-central]

RE: your post about rebranding to megasound-central. I've always thought the best flavour of megop has soundwave squeezed in the middle, and the best flavour of wavewave has megatron off to the side only half in frame. Which is to say megasound too also is only improved by optimus being in there somewhere. I understand you.

AJDBWIXBWIZWH

megasoundop is the only brand of megop that i can tolerate, not even going to lie.

i just think that both of them need a sort of buffer there. soundwave fundamentally understands megatron (imo), and has a knack for coming to deep and accurate conclusions about others. meaning that if he spent enough time with optimus, he'd probably end up liking him.

ive always shipped megasound, like how ive always shipped wavewave and optiratch. there is so many of my favourite dynamic tropes wrapped up in this ship (i.e.: knight/lord, guard dog/leash holder, devotee/idol, etc.). i've always liked ships that have subtle power dynamics wrapped up in a morally grey (or straight up evil) bow. megasound has always been "universe's worst enabler/universe's worst warlord" to me.

i havent always shipped soundop. i actually pavlov'd myself into shipping it just because i came up with a really funny crack au that accidentally sent soundop careening from "silly nonsense" to "oh god, they're actually really good". soundop isn't as cut and dry to me as megasound- there arent a lot of dynamic tropes that actually fit them, so it's hard to quantify in simple terms what their relationship would be like. but its based on agreements, a mutual acknowledgment of the past and the future, respect and understanding. it's a lot of work, but it's rewarding.

i love both megatron and optimus as characters, and i totally recognize why the fandom ships them (ESP the idw and tfo side) (though, side note, i do actually like dpax; my opinion on megop is very nuanced and continuity dependent.) either way, i just dont see it working after literal millions of years of war without someone to act as a sort of mediator. whether that be in a romantic or platonic position, its up to whoever is doing the interpreting; but here's my take.

so we've got this guy (soundwave) who's basically sworn to this other guy (megatron), and the depth of his oath has become pretty muddy to both of them, even teetering on blasphemous if one looks hard enough. their (now ex-) enemy is an all around pretty Okay dude (optimus). while he's definitely tried to destroy everything they've done, they have also tried to do the exact same thing to him. and now that it's all done and over with...

well hey, why not? optimus seems amicable. he's definitely still sympathetic to them; remembering their time together before the degeneration that the war had become. maybe it would be worth it to try and test the waters.

i see it as an enemies to friends to lovers deal on all sides. everyone has to want it, has to work towards it, has to put in that effort.

soundwave is very suspicious of optimus at first, and frustrated that megatron would simply welcome him in so easily. optimus has to earn soundwave's trust. soundwave is protective of megatron- it's hard to undo 4 million years of protecting him from the very person he's now let in their home.

optimus is, understandably, a bit intimidated by how... intense... the vibe is. he feels like he's constantly in hostile territory. but he also knows that he's the odd man out. he resents having to earn his place, but also understands that if they want to have any hope at success, he needs to have soundwave's trust.

megatron is... both delighted and cautious. he's probably the one who's walking the thinnest line. it was his idea, he's the one who kept touch with optimus, he's the one who wanted to at least try. he convinced soundwave, no easy feat, and optimus, only slightly easier. he has the trust of two people that he cares very much about on the line.

it's definitely stressful.

both optimus and megatron are stubborn mechs. megatron has a temper and optimus has a no nonsense attitude. both of them can bicker back and fourth for hours, and to anyone on the outside, it would look like a normal conversation. yet, it is bickering, and despite how much both of them try to deny their own internal feelings, it does leave them a bit more hollow each time.

megatron never wants to apologize; he can only admit fault if he's given irrefutable proof of wrong doing. it's like pulling teeth.

meanwhile optimus is trying so hard to be reasonable, but also firm in his stances. he wishes to help both soundwave and megatron adjust to a life without war- while he can barely do that himself.

but soundwave, at first, would be doing this for megatron. as always, he's the self-sacrificer, the one who will do whatever is asked in order to further their goals. that much hasn't changed, even if the rhetoric has. yet, as time goes on, he slowly begins to enjoy this arrangement. which is something he never expected.

soundwave is adaptable and level headed; able to parse out fact and fiction within a blink of an eye. as he slowly grows more confident in his identity beyond just being megatron's most trusted, he finds himself growing more and more satisfied by finding another ship in the sea that is loving megatron.

anyway, tl;dr - they're gay. painfully so. theyre also traumatized and like not having a good time usually. but they're trying to fix that and make it work. and if that isn't real love idk what is.

[aihoshiino]

Hi, I hope you've had a nice day so far!

I'm sorry if this is a weird question, but how does one "get as much into a character's head" as you did with Ai?

All your posts about her are so incredibly in character, it's actually amazing. You seem to have a really deep understanding of her.

Sorry if this question comes off as rude or anything. I really like reading your blog posts.

thank you, anon! <3 i hope your day was nice too!

unfortunately i am going to make it slightly worse by giving what is probably the world's most unhelpful answer and say. I Don't Know. DJFKSJDSKLS

I think part of it just comes from the fact that my main hobby for basically my Entire adult life has been crosscanon roleplay, so nailing down a character's patterns of behaviour and extrapolating from it to draw conclusions about it that aren't just regurgitating canon verbatim is kind of baked into how I engage with media now, especially something that's really compelled me. That and I just enjoy this kind of analysis and meta for its own sake (AS IS PROBABLY OBVIOUS BY NOW)

In addition, a really formative work for me was Umineko: When They Cry which is, in short, a mystery novel about training you to be good at reading mystery novels and essentially demands that you Git Good at this kind of intricate character analysis in order to have the best experience with it. Higurashi defo has this to some degree as well, of course, but Umineko is the most explicitly About this aspect of its own narrative. So I was very much microwaved in the WTC mines.

THAT SAID, I can't tell you Exactly the process my brain works to arrive at the conclusions I do, but I can break down the process I'd recommend to start getting into a character's head.

First thing to do is pretty straightforward - revisit the canon material! Revisit all their appearances in canon and also seek out supplementary material - spinoff works, creator interviews, etc etc. Familiarize yourself with how they behave in the material as written.

From there, sit down with all this info and start drawing connections and following through on the patterns they establish. This is the part of the process that's hard to explain because it's basically just the meat and potatoes of forming your actual interpretation - like, as a random example; "hm, A-ko says she hates cats but we later find out that she's actually allergic to them. This seems small but it's part of a larger pattern of her trying to cover up for her weak spots even when they're small and inconsequential. Why does she feel so insecure that even something as small as a cat allergy is something she feels she has to lie to cover up?". That kind of thing.

Something else that's also important is... I'm not quite sure how else to say this but if you're looking to get into a characters' head as they're portrayed in canon, then you need to meet the canon text where it's actually at. By that I mean you need to think about the tone and the emotional themes of the work and how that character is placed within them. For example, a big reason I was always so exasperated by the 'omg what if ai was secretly teh evilz' speculation was because our sympathy for Ai and empathy with Aqua and Ruby's love and grief for her is the emotional foundation of OnK's story and taking that away compromises so much of the core premise that it would require a total restructuring of the very idea of what OnK even is, which is clearly way beyond the scope of what the manga was actually trying to do. Keeping in mind an author's intentions and what the story actually is can be really helpful when it comes to nailing down a character's internal world.

Hopefully this is helpful, anon! Some of this was very like, esoteric and vague lol but again, this is kind of just how my brain responds to narrative, so it's hard to explain.

[westanleovaldito]

I'm bored in a new house, and I really miss my campaign buddies so heres

Spencer Reid vs. Dungeons And Dragons

He's very hesitant at first. He doesn't have a lot of (any) people to play with that he's comfortable with.

But when you look at him with those hopeful puppy eyes and that pleading smile- he decides that he'll just play with your friends.

It's clunky, and he's trying very hard to get into character (a lawful neutral elven sorcerer with an entire backstory you helped with),

But its actually.... fun?

He understands the systems, he memorized his spells and add ons- even some if the other players things!

And the group loves him! He needs time to get out of his shell, but he always brings a snack for everyone when he goes to the kitchen.

If you're DM, he asks you not to go easy on him

"To prevent the others thinking you're biased!"

It's so funny to bully his character for the sake of it. If he's not making death saving rolls twice a session, you're doing it WRONG

At some point he gets the roleplay aspect of it down, but it takes time.

And if you arent DM, he'd try to protect your character.

I feel like if the campaign decides to just fuck around, he'd ask the DM if he could pick flowers for your character

Also, the group teases yall and thinks you guys are cute (which you are).

He always sits next to you, links your pinkies under the table, whispers comments or plans to you.

And if you think he isnt gonna give the group advice on what to do, you are sorely mistaken. It ends up becomming a full council meeting to decide where yall go.

"No- the man at the tavern said that there were conflicts with the druids-"

"But is that more important than saving the kidnapped dragon born? Statistically-"

"Spencer, we know it's your job but you need to let loose!"

Obviously, he can't make it all the time, with cases and everything, so he asked the DM to work all his absences into his character. He ends up a travelling scholar who sells books and holds lectures in the new towns.

Overall, I think he'd have a great time. By the end of the campaign, he's laughing and making jokes, even accepting a few hugs as you and him leave together.

"So... that's not all of it, right?"

"There are other campaigns- we might decide to continue the story, or start a new one. Izzy said something about pirates next time, i think"

"...could i... could i join?"

Edit: Oopsies, forgot to add what Spencer would be like as a DM.

Dungeon master Reid incoming

Once he decides he really likes it, he goes to the next step.

He asked the old DM for advice and they told him to use one of the campaigns made by other people online.

Que a passionate rant to you about how people need to build their own worlds for the sake of creativity, originality, this is what old literature writers would have wanted, why would you short cut such a wonderful bonding experience, etc.

So he does it the hard way.

Or the hardcover way, and he writes notebooks and notebooks of story and plot and new creatures, races, people, magic, a whole entire series's worth of lore.

He works on it on the jet home, on breaks- basically, if he would be reading, he's now writting.

He puts his whole soul into it.

He has one of the other members host, and he feels bad for always cancelling. (Every time he canceled, he promised the group a plotpoint of their choice)

I feel like he would get a spray bottle for anyone off focus, sometimes having to spray himself.

Ngl he is VERY engaging. This is where we get the birth of his teaching personality.

He'd also end up with Garcia in the group and she keeps begging him to do a cyberpunk universe. (He sticks to fantasy, closest he'll go is steampunk.)

He beats up your character, too, because it prevents question of bias.

But he lets you add a few things without their knowledge.

Overall, I think Spencer likes DND. Thank you for comming to my ted talk

[clumsydolly]

Don't forget to drink plenty water so your body fully recovers!

Stay well fed to the best of your abilities :3

Actually, as I read your Trey Clover!Reader post, I couldn't help but wonder how a Riddle!Reader and Lilia!Reader would be, especially with Barbatos...

On one hand, Riddle is very similar to him, but more outwardly strict.

On the other hand, Lilia is responsible but has learnt to let loose and be fun.

I guess I was just wondering how your wonderful writing would make either of those scenarios play out, having Barbatos know and care for a reader that is so similar to him yet so different at the same time ( ・－・)💭

Thank you, dearest! You're so kind! 🩷 I will make sure I drink plenty of water please don't worry about me~.

I will have your request out soon, dearest! I'm just a bit backed up! But as always requests are open!

Now when I thought about a Trey!Reader dynamic with Barbatos, the first thing that came to mind was how calm and steady Trey always is. He’s not the loudest person in the room, but he’s the one you trust to handle everything when it all goes wrong. I think a Reader based on him would have that same quiet strength. They’d be someone who naturally takes care of things without needing to be asked. Like if Barbatos was stressed or running low on energy, this Reader wouldn’t ask if he was okay, they’d just quietly bring him tea or adjust something small to make his day easier. I feel like they wouldn’t try to impress Barbatos or push for his attention. They’d just exist in a way that fits so easily into his rhythm that he wouldn’t realize how much he relied on them until they weren’t around. I think Barbatos would really appreciate someone like that. Someone who doesn’t demand space in his life but still becomes a huge part of it. I thought that maybe this Reader makes him feel safe, not by solving things for him, but just by letting him rest for a change. They’d both understand how it feels to be depended on all the time, and that’s what makes the connection feel honest. No need for grand gestures or dramatic confessions, just shared moments that mean more because they’re quiet and real.

Then I thought about a Riddle!Reader and how totally different that would be. Riddle’s whole vibe is about structure, control, and doing things the right way, and I feel like a Reader based on him would carry that same intensity. This Reader would probably be someone who holds themselves to a really high standard, maybe even too high. They’d try so hard to be efficient and smart and perfect, mostly because they’re afraid of being seen as weak. I think they’d try to match Barbatos, maybe even challenge him without realizing it. Not out of ego, but more like they’d want to prove they’re good enough to stand beside someone so competent and composed. And Barbatos? I think he’d find it kind of amusing but also impressive. He’d recognize that they’re trying to keep up, and I feel like he’d admire that effort without making them feel small. But I wondered if this match would have a lot of hidden tension. Like neither of them would be totally open at first. The Reader would keep everything behind perfect posture and big words, and Barbatos would just calmly wait them out, never showing if they were getting to him. But over time, I think he’d gently push them to let go of that control. Maybe not with words, but with consistent actions that show them they don’t have to prove anything. I feel like it’d be a slow burn where the Reader starts to realize that being cared for isn’t the same as being weak. And Barbatos would respect their strength without ever using it against them.

Now with a Lilia!Reader, it’s like flipping the whole thing on its head. Lilia’s that playful, unpredictable energy that makes everyone nervous but also kind of charmed. So I imagine this Reader would be chaotic on purpose, the type to joke constantly, act like nothing matters, and always keep people guessing. But I also think that’s a mask. Underneath all the jokes and teasing, there’s something a lot more serious going on. Maybe this Reader has lived through a lot or seen more than they let on, but they cover it up with laughter. I feel like Barbatos would pick up on that right away. He’s too observant not to. And instead of calling them out or trying to analyze them, he’d just let them keep their game going while quietly reading everything they don’t say. I wondered if that would throw the Reader off a bit. They’re used to being the one in control of the mood, but suddenly there’s someone who plays their game just as well as they do. And not only that, he sees through them without trying to fix or expose anything. I think this would be a really interesting dynamic because it’s not about comfort or power like the others. It’s more like two people who know how to hide behind masks but find a weird kind of honesty in each other anyway. Barbatos might actually enjoy the challenge this Reader brings, and the Reader might finally feel like someone sees them for real, even if they never admit it out loud. It’s playful and clever and weirdly deep.

Thinking about all three, I noticed they all share something under the surface. No matter how different they are on the outside, all three Reader types carry a lot internally. Trey!Reader hides it through care, Riddle!Reader hides it through structure, and Lilia!Reader hides it through chaos. And I feel like Barbatos would connect with that in different ways, since he’s someone who never really shows much of himself either. Each Reader would bring something different out of him, whether it’s peace, challenge, or curiosity. And I just thought it was interesting how much the dynamic shifts depending on what kind of strength the Reader leads with.

Thoughts?... 🤔💭

[lovejongseob]

hii !! can u write a "idol!reader x jiung"?? u r so talented (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡ tysmm

-🍨.

Jiung x Idol Reader

Hiiii again 🍨 !! Awwww thank you so much !! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ Ty for requesting, I hope you enjoy !!

If you're ever having small or casual interactions on camera, Jiung excels at acting professional. He is exceptionally skilled in this, and experiences basically no issues here. While he does wish he didn't have to be so secretive, he knows you both love each other, and personally wouldn't want to do a lot of pda anyway. You aren't too surprised given how engrained media training is, but a small, small part of you is a little shocked at how easily he can somewhat split up his personality. All in all, this is a positive thing given your shared line of work.

If you happen to be in a professional situation where you interact a bit frequently, or need to be more friendly, he's still respectfully reserved, but a little warmer. Jiung is just a tad calculating, and would set up a dynamic where you two are cool in collaboration, but leave no room for shipping among fans. Very good at making crossover episode like atmospheres. It almost feels like someone got isekai'd there, fans don't really see value in romantic pairing, but it's entertaining nonetheless.

Jiung often wishes he could have more time to spend with you. However, he is used to, and respects, the busy schedules, events, touring, meetings, practicing, cameras, and too many things to count at once. He understands you two have to live separate lives to an extent. He loves you a lot in private, and holds those moments close to his heart. He adores you, everything you do, as well as his group and craft, its because of that he separates his work and intimate life so much.

That being said, he doesn't mind an overlap in talking about work. He even more so, is happy when discussing private music and lyrics, art not really made to be released. Jiung wonders a lot about what you're working on, he likes to actually hear it himself. Accidentally inspirational, he can turn the idea of what he thought you would make into a song. Loves hearing your thought process, and emotion behind what you make. Overjoyed when you listen to what he has to say about stuff has been putting effort into. A lot of thoughts he's excited to spill out, but he gets why you might just want to forget about all that for a second.

A lot of playlists based on you, he has has quite the complex, but very organized selection. He has ones with your music, other songs that remind him of you, playlists based on moments and things he loves about you, and even themed ones around specific eras or looks you've had. Jiung also has a playlist of all the covers he has of you, or has found, and a separate of his personal favorites. Would have one to fall asleep to.

Jiung tries to add whimsy and fun into your day with small gestures. Sends you pretty fanart and edits he see's of you, miscellaneous photos, lyrics or book quotes he thinks you'd like, or sometimes diabolical but amusing bursts of texts or images. When he gets time with you, he's trying to make you laugh, or help you relax. Genuinely holds a lot of admiration for your talent and the hard work you put in, he feels honored to be your boyfriend.

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thank you sm for requesting again !! i hope you enjoy !! fr though i really hope p1h gets more time for themselves, i absolutely love all their content but fnc needs to give them breaks. always feel like im forgetting something oh my god i cant take it anymore. fuck it we schedule 🙏🙏