#TECHNICALLY i guess. its insides are weird

[nomstellations]

Voretober D1- Space

Stargazing was your unfortunate hobby, as you lived in a place with lots of light pollution and cloud cover. You never did let that stop you- on a good night you could make out a few stars in the sky, and that was enough for you. You couldn't help but yearn for more, though....in certain places you could behold the whole Milky Way. If only that could be you...

Yet here you were sitting on your roof as you did every night before bed.

The stars above were sparse. Only a small handful of the brightest ones in the sky were visible beneath the moonlight's glow, faintly twinkling. It was the same view as always....but you swore you could see two new bright ones up there in the sky. They definitely weren't planes....but there wasn't any way you could've simply missed them on your countless nights stargazing. Though come to think of it...the sky was darker than usual. All the clouds were gone, and...

The two stars blinked. Slowly and in sync, like a pair of eyes.

You had just enough time to register that those might not be stars at all when the whole sky moved. An unfathomably large head craned to look at you, and then...in an instant it was gone. Instead of a giant figure you registered that before you was something well over 10 feet tall, gazing down at you with those white starry eyes. It was wearing an astronaut suit- though it looked worn and damaged in some places, with holes leaking blacker-than-black goop. Its head was round a with a bright orange ring around it, and you swore you could hear a faint whistling coming from it....like it was sucking the very air around it into itself.

"You..." It spoke; its voice was a deep baritone that sounded as if it was trying words for the first time. "You...look? At stars?"

Needless to say you were hesitant- some weird dark alien showed up out of nowhere and offered to show you the stars. Would you be abducted...? You DID want to see, truth be told. And who knows, maybe this could be a fantastical adventure away from your boring life. Deciding to go against your gut instinct, you nodded.

While you were hesitant, it nodded. It tilted its head to the side for a moment, in deep thought. You could swear you heard some sort of growling sound from it...but it didn't look hostile at all.

"I am....Sygnus. Of the stars, I am born. I can show you...what they really look like, if you would like."

Sygnus shifted, moving closer to you. He really towered over you- his hands were big enough to eclipse your head! He was pretty gentle with lifting you up, and his featureless blob of a head suddenly split at a hair-thin seam...revealing a slowly opening maw full of glittering stars. It twinkled and shimmered with a rainbow of colors from nebulae and stars alike. You could even swear you saw miniature planets in there! It was like he had a whole universe inside him, and you were entranced.

So entranced....that you didn't notice the pull on your body that started the moment they opened their mouth. You also didn't notice you were being placed inside until the cool and gooey texture of their body was apparent. Before you could move or protest, a VERY powerful gulp sent you straight down their starry gullet. In an instant, you found yourself floating in a galaxy. The stars twinkled around you, nebulae swirled around your body, the planets danced and shimmered...it was like you were transported to the center of the universe. You could still breathe, and while you were floating...reaching out to touch a planet resulted in you touching something slimy and cold. Was this the stomach of that alien? You didn't feel hurt or anything...

Maybe you could stay for this light show, for a while. This was better than any planetarium you've seen!

[the-kneesbees]

omfg tjis weeks project assignment is to got to two separate public spaces and do figure drawings for two hours each im gonna kms 🙏🙏🙏

[drchucktingle]

As an autistic person, did you struggle to make and keep friends? And have you found friends through the writing world? I ask because my mom always said i needed to find my people. I did finally find them (they are neurodiverse trans nerds, haha), but not until i was like 30. And i wonder if its true of other autistic people too. So i guess my question is: did you find your people, and when?

thank you this is good question. i have always had a LOT of CLOSE BUDS even from a very young age. i would actually say that i am unusually socially adept in my way and that it is partially BECAUSE of my autistic trot. LETS TALK ON THAT FOR A MOMENT

'BUT CHUCK YOU SAID YOU ARE ON THE SPECTRUM AND AUTISTIC BUCKAROOS CANNOT BE SOCIALLY ADEPT' some say. and sure it is UNUSUAL overall, technically speaking, but there is also an important reason we talk about this as a spectrum of buckaroos and not a monolith

when buckaroos ask me what it is like to be autistic i try to explain like this: there are certain cues and markers from the outside that serve as a sort of identification checklist but because of masking they are not always correct. instead i see it as question of WHAT IS IT LIKE INSIDE YOUR BRAIN?

internally my brain is different. its taking in way more information all the time, including the stuff that neurotypical buds block out, and that can become overwhelming. it is hard to navigate because i do not have that automatic neurotypical 'here is what is important here is what is not' function

so yes i can be easily distracted and zone out as i watch the patterns and fractals spin off. and yes i can miss certain things in social situations. in many autistic buckaroos this makes large groups overwhelming and the OUTPUT of behavior matches what we typically know as signs of autism

FOR ME however, same thing is going on inside, but i have managed to HARNESS that information. even from very young age i see that everyone is DOING THE HUMAN ACT but instead of rejecting that and shutting off i think 'well okay i am just going to do THIS because thats what they actually want'

in other words, most neurotypical buds say one thing that has a kind of spiraling social-cue-related OTHER MEETING (they do this ALL the time) and instead of rejecting that i have trained myself to be REALLY REALLY good at knowing the hidden meaning. it is EMPATHY but on a sort of LOGIC BASED level

and because i have always been pretty good at that, people like to trot around me and say 'wow this is a good friend they understand me'. now for ME that can be a little exhausting and there are things i need to do and stims and all that to release the effort, but overall it is worth it to me

OTHER THING is that i was a successful CREATOR AND ARTIST BUCKAROO from an early age which is socially seen as 'cool' especially when you are trotting around in your youth. it is not particularly FAIR but it is true that some level of fame makes buds treat you well even if you are 'weird'.

of course it can be a sort of FAKE 'treating you well' but as an autistic buckaroo it is still more of a chance than you might otherwise get. this timeline has sort of carved out a very special little sliver of social grace for the token odd artistic weirdo to have a seat at each cool kids table

ANYWAY that is the trot of my life. it is a unique trot that i dont get to talk on much but since you asked THERE YOU GO. every chance i get to say 'I LOVE BEING AUTISTIC' and talk on HOW MUCH IT HAS IMPROVED MY LIFE i try to take a moment and do that. when i was young i had few autistic heroes

and OF COURSE it can be difficult and overwhelming and we need to have space for those stories and voices, but i want young buckaroos who get this diagnosis to know there are ALL KINDS of stories and trots on the autism spectrum. MINE IS PRETTY DANG COOL and maybe yours will be too. LOVE IS REAL

[patchworkcuddlebug]

Checking In

>hey is the doll thing real no shame if its just a roleplay thing but like im starting to see em in town more and i just wanna see whats up

>oh! uh hi! sorry i didn't check this earlier i don't get a lot of messages but uh, yeah, i'm becoming!

>holy shit no way

>you're uh, okay with that right?

>what yeah i wanna see what its like and stuff its a witch right

>oh, yes! dolls only really become through magic, and witches are the ones who control it. i went to her and asked

>wait you werent like kidnapped

>i just felt as if i what? oh, no, of course not! she said that there's no n sorry. Miss said that there's no need when so many are willing

>miss

>yeah, it's... the right way for a doll to address a witch i thought it might be a context thing but. guess not!

>oh damn so you just cant control it

>well not exactly? i can hold it back but it feels... bad lt's a little like trying not to blink if i want to, i can just call her "the witch" but it doesn't feel lkie somethig n i should be sdoing Miss. she is my Miss ugh yeah that's already such a relief like, i felt myself shiver from the tension leaving my body

>holy shit so shes just mind controlling you?

>no, not really!

>why would you want her to do that

>it's more unconscious i think? like it's not about her replacing my thoughts with her own it just feels a little less natural to think certain things

>thats mind control

>and it's all for the sake well uh... in a literal way i guess she's technically co Miss is technically controlling my mind but it's i dunno, nice? sorry it's just a personal thing i'm not sure if I can really get into it

>oh cmon you gotta tell me more obey me or whatever your a doll

>right, of course

>theres no fucking way that actually worked

>please stop you're making me blush... but! um, yeah, i just... don't want to be a person anymore. honestly i don't think I ever was one i always felt so lost even if i had so much guidance like i was just supposed to BE something i'm not like it wasn't enough to just do what i was told, i had to change who i was always fuc always messing up and always being insufficient in a way that had to be corrected

>wait wait wait you cant sayh fuck

>so having Miss there to take away the um ...it's inappropriate

>yeah thats the point

>good dolls are meant to be polite

>im actually losing my shit right now is it supposed to be that bad

>i uh

>cuz i swear ive heard dolls say fuck does it like get worse

>it starts pretty small, and then it gets more intense day by day i could try to be rude but it would just make me feel gross not that being a human is gross or anything

>i promise i wasnt thinking that

>i'm still kind of resisting and everything after all i mean, being a doll sounds nice, i want to be one! but. this is the last time i'm going to be human (i think? you know how witches are) so i guess i just want to... savour this

>huh really yeah i guess i get it itd fuck me up if i got all my organs removed and shit

>oh um, if its okay for me to ask, why do people always bring that up? there's a lot to being a doll being just the organ stuff *beyond so it's kinda weird i keep seeing it come up

>its weird dude no offense like your gonna be porclin or plastic or whatever like im fine with it but its still weird to imagine

>yeah, i... guess it is a little striking? and it's the most outwardly obvious change so uh, i guess it makes sense people are usually attached to their insides, and stuff interoception, right?

>so whens it gonna happen

>uh, when's what going to happen?

>whens your body change

>sorry if that came out wrong i uh i'm... not sure, really Miss says it takes a while for everything to shift into place. and it's hard to know specifics from doll to doll but it'll probably take a little longer than the mental changes.

>the mind control

>she says i still ne yes, the mind control Miss says i need to be careful with tea. i'll crave it much more but my body can't survive off of it alone so i need to be careful with my food, and stuff

>cant she just command you to eat or whatever

>yes! Miss has done just that that's why i'm being so careful because good dolls are obedient and this one is a good doll

>woah uh right ok hey theres something i gotta do so thanks for talking to me and stuff

>oh of course! have a nice day ^^

. . . . .

>Hello! It's been a while since we've talked, how have you been?

>wait are you that doll

>Yes, this one is the doll you talked with a few months ago.

>holy shit no way theres no way it happenes that fast is that you in your pfp

>Yes! This one is on the left, next to Miss.

>yeah the doll i got that holy shit dude youre just a. fucking doll now what

>This one is a doll! Awawa! Would you like to talk more about dollhood? This one would love to answer questions for you!

>yeah im fine i think glad to hear about your whole thing have fun

>Oh, okay! Have a good day! Don't be afraid to reach out again if there's anything else you'd like to talk about!

. . . . .

>Hello again! Sorry it's been a while, this one has been a little busy with its chores. How are you?

. . . . .

>This one saw your last picture! Your partner seems very nice.

. . . . .

>Alright, you seem pretty busy. Be sure to reach out if you have a spare moment, this one would love to hear from you again!

[moonstruckme]

hello, hello! can i ask for an au of emt!marauders? she had a minor accident maybe in her work or college and they got called in without knowing that it was her? (shes their gf) 💘

How could I refuse??

cw: minor head injury, the teeniest tiniest hint of a praise kink

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.5k words

You’re sitting on the curb holding a bag of ice to your head when the ambulance cuts its sirens, coming to a stop. The door opens and boots hit the pavement in front of you. 

“Dollface?”

You blink up into the sun. “Sirius?”

He crouches by your knees, worry making itself at home in the crease between his brows. “Hey, baby, what’s going on?”

“I didn’t think it’d be you,” you say dumbly. 

“Are you hurt?” James comes bounding around the other side of the ambulance, Remus not far behind him. You can’t say you’re not happy to see them, but you sort of wish your reunion could have waited until your date tomorrow night, when you would almost surely not have been in your work uniform and covered in pasta sauce. “Are we here for you?” 

“Technically,” you reply, somewhat bitterly. James squats beside Sirius, mouth pulling to one side. “I fainted a little bit, and my boss said he had to call an ambulance. Just so I can’t sue the restaurant, I guess. I’m totally fine.” 

“They called us and then made you sit on the curb?” Sirius asks angrily while James says, “How does one faint only a little bit?”

“They didn’t want you guys scaring the customers.” You choose to answer only Sirius’ question, shrugging. His eyes flare, and he looks towards the restaurant like he’s thinking about going inside to have some words with your manager, but Remus passes a conciliatory hand over his shoulder as he sits beside you on the curb. 

“What’s this for, love?” he asks you, covering your hand where it holds the bag of ice.

You must look as sheepish as you feel, because his eyes narrow slightly. “I guess I hit my head a bit when I fell.” 

“So,” he says dryly, “not totally fine, then.” 

“I mean, I don’t think I hit it very hard,” you try, but Remus is already removing your makeshift ice pack, tilting your head so he can see the forming bump on the side. 

“Why don’t you tell us everything that happened,” James suggests, giving your knee a teasing squeeze as Sirius moves beside Remus to jockey for a view of your head, “just so we have all the facts.” 

“I was carrying a tray to my table,” you explain, wincing as Remus passes a thumb over your wound with a murmured apology, “and I started to feel weird, like wobbly and out of it. I thought it might pass, but—” Sirius sends you a horrified look and your voice quiets, chastened. “I know I probably should have sat down or something, but I was working, you know? Anyway, then I guess I fell and smacked my head on the floor. When I woke up, the food was everywhere,” you recall with a sigh. Your coworkers are going to be less than pleased with you for leaving them that mess to clean up. 

“Is that what this is?” James asks, mouth tilting upward as he looks at the mess of your uniform. 

You nod solemnly. “Alfredo sauce.” 

“Did you land on any glass or anything?” Sirius asks you. He and Remus have evidently finished with their inspection of your head, though Remus’ hand still cups the back of your neck protectively.

“No, all the plates that ended up breaking went the other way.” 

“You thinking concussion?” James asks him. 

“No,” you say, at the same time as Sirius says, “Maybe.” 

Sirius fixes you with an odd look, half remonstrance and half endearment. “Sorry, doll, but you’re not exactly an expert. You very stubbornly did your job when you should have looked after yourself” —he squints his eyes at you playfully, giving your shoulder a mean squeeze— “now let us do ours for a bit, yeah?” 

You purse your lips in malcontent, but James is already clicking on his pen light, shining it in your eyes. “Look straight ahead for me, angel?” 

“S’not a big deal,” you mutter one last time in quiet mutiny, doing as he says. All three boys ignore you. 

James clicks the light off. “Alright, do you know the date?” 

“No.” 

“How about the year?” he asks patiently. You tell him, and he goes on to ask you the month and the day of the week. 

“Good.” He rewards you with a smile when you answer correctly. “Okay, do you feel nauseous or dizzy at all, darling?” 

When he looks at you like that? A little, but that’s probably unrelated. “No,” you tell him. 

“Headache?” Remus asks you. 

“I mean, only here.” You lay your palm over the bump to indicate it, but wince when it hurts worse than you expected. Sirius coos, taking your hand in his to prevent you doing yourself further harm. “Not on, like, the inside.” 

“Okay, that’s what I meant,” Remus reassures you. “What about why you fainted, love? Do you have any idea what happened?” 

You bite the inside of your lip, thinking. “Not really.” Your head had just hurt a bit, then you’d felt woozy, and then you’d fallen and it had hurt a lot worse. 

“Did you have lunch before you came to work?” James prompts. 

You nod. 

“What did you have?” 

You tell him. He seems tentatively satisfied. 

“And for breakfast? What about for dinner last night?” 

You think back, telling him what you can remember, and he nods, looking somewhat bemused. 

“Did you have a drink with any of that?” Remus asks.

You think harder. Had you? The realization must show on your face, because Sirius tuts. 

“There it is,” he says knowingly. “When was the last time you had water, doll?” 

“I…I don’t remember. I had coffee yesterday—”

They all groan. James starts laughing soon after, patting you on the thigh at your timid expression. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart, just drink plenty of water and then go home to rest, alright? You might feel shaky for a bit, so don’t get in your car to drive until you’re feeling better. Rem, do we have some water bottles in the van?” 

“Yeah.” Remus stands, palm landing affectionately on your head as he passes behind you to climb into the back of the ambulance. 

“Don’t worry,” you tell James, exhaustion seeping into your voice, “I won’t be driving for a while yet. My shift doesn’t end until six.” 

Contrary to your intentions, some of the relief saps from James’ countenance. “You’re still planning on working?” 

Uh, duh. Does he think your rent is going to pay itself? “I mean,” you say, trying to appear somewhat patient, “yeah.” 

“Well, go ahead and get that out of your head right now,” Sirius nearly laughs. “There’s no way that’s happening today, sweetness.” 

“What’s not happening?” Remus asks, uncapping a water bottle before passing it to you. 

“She thinks she’s going back to work,” Sirius says wryly. 

Remus looks at you, appalled. You only shrug, sipping at your water.

“You can’t work after a fainting spell like that. Especially not as dehydrated as you are—your body needs rest.” He shakes his head at you. “You can either get it at home or come with us to the hospital.” 

You roll your eyes, re-capping the half-drained water bottle. “That’s so dramatic.” 

“No, I’m the dramatic,” Sirius corrects you. “Remus is the reasonable one, which is how you know he’s right. Those are your options, dollface.”

You huff. “Fine, then can one of you go tell my manager that? I don’t want to be blamed for skipping the rest of my shift.” 

“You’re not skipping anything,” Sirius says, standing. “I’ll go, I’ve got some things to say to him anyway.” He cracks his knuckles, and you look to James in alarm. 

He leaps up, catching up to Sirius in a few long strides and nudging him back towards you. “I’ve got it, Pads. Why don’t you make sure she finishes that water bottle?” 

“Fine.” Sirius stomps his way back to you. “But make him answer for sending her outside to sit on the curb.”

“Please don’t!” you call after James.

Sirius’ gaze narrows, flicking between you and the water bottle beside you expectantly. “Drink.” 

“Fine, sheesh.” You pick it up and twist off the cap. Remus chuckles, picking up your half-melted bag of ice to hold it against your head for you. “Isn’t it, like, your job to be nice to people when they’re injured?” 

“I thought you weren’t injured?” Remus hums. You shoot him a look that’s meant to be intimidating, but his lips twitch upwards. “Relax, love, we’re just worried about you.”

Well, it’s hard to be mad at that. “Thanks,” you say quietly. 

Sirius resumes his crouch in front of you, taking one of your knees in each hand and squeezing lightly. “We get off in a few hours,” he says. “Would it be okay if we came by for dinner? We can bring takeout or something.” 

You lower the water bottle, looking at him with interest. Your day has suddenly taken a positive turn. “Yeah, that sounds great.” 

“Good.” He smiles, leaning forward to kiss you on the cheek. “Now be a good girl and finish your water.” 

You flush instantly, and Remus’ head swivels as if to make sure no one is nearby to have heard him. “Sirius,” you hiss, “I’m at work!”

His grin sharpens. “Not anymore, you’re not.” 

[sunboki]

⎯ PAPER PLANES a Kim Seungmin fiction

🛩️ : Kim Seungmin x gn. reader

TROPE. friends to lovers, neighbors to lovers, fluff fluff fluff galore

WORD COUNT. 1.5k!!

WARNINGS. cursing

AUG'S NOTES. still crazy about this concept💀 … i wrote this in 30 minutes in complete silence.. the demons have possessed me…

SYNOPSIS. Life in the city has never been as interesting as this. More specifically starting the moment your newest neighborhood, Kim Seungmin, moved in next door.

or alternatively :

It was only a matter of time before those paper airplanes turned into something more.

City nights are your greatest escapade and your worst nightmare. When insomnia plagues you awake, it’s easy to turn off all your fans and just listen.

New York isn’t called the city that never sleeps for no reason.

Whether it’s the faint honking of a car or the nearest nightclubs obnoxiously loud stereo, 24 hours a day almost every day of the year this city’s eyes remain open, and in essence, it makes you feel a tad bit better about those sleepless nights.

There’s the buzz of your surroundings, but as for your apartment complex, things are pretty quiet.

Well, you did intentionally choose a very much elderly-occupied residency after all.

Until somebody else showed up, somebody who didn’t explain to you on a morning basis of how they’re deciding on their casket.

And he sings.

Headed back from work up the elevator was when you ran into him for the first time. A smidge taller than yourself, puffy hair hanging over his forehead.

Neither of you talked apart from the courtesy “Which floor are you going to?” followed by an equally courteous “Five”, and you realizing you were both headed to the same place.

Elevators are a dangerous place. Anything could go wrong, technical issues, you end up trapped, weird strangers, and a myriad of unfortunate events waiting to happen. What’s worse? The conversations.

Because if there’s one thing you’ve learned from the decades worth of elevators you’ve been on is that they’re either a place to never stop talking or never talk.

As for this discovered neighbor of yours, you spend a solid thirty seconds deciding the right course of action.

“So where’d you move from?” You pique, watching the numbers atop the door slowly increase.

“South Korea,” He responds, and out of the corner of your eye you notice him glancing at you, hands stuffed in his puffer coat’s pockets.

Mouth opening to speak, you immediately close it, evidently surprised. To think how hellish the flight must’ve been humbled you instantly, not to mention how he carried no accent when conversing.

But before you could ask any more questions the doors open and he wordlessly slips past you, leaving you to silently follow.

“Wait!” Calling out prior to him walking through the door, he stops, turning to you with a confused expression adorning delicate features.

“What’s your name?” You voice another inquiry, hand also fastened onto the doorknob.

He blinks, the action scarily resembling a puppy dog.

“Seungmin. Kim Seungmin.”

Seungmin.

Cute.

“Y/n, nice to meet you.” Nodding politely his way, he returns the gesture, a sudden unwelcoming awkwardness creeping further into your skin the longer you both stand there, staring at each other.

And of course your genius of a mind decides to open its big fat mouth.

“..I guess we’re neighbors, huh.”

No shit sherlock, You internally reprimand, wishing oh so badly to leap out of the nearest window.

Sucking his teeth, Seungmin hums agreeably, and you feel like the stupidest person in the world.

“Yeah well, bye!” Panickedly twisted the knob and racing inside to slam the door behind you, you sink to the ground, clutching your head pathetically.

“Y/n…” You whine, addressing yourself like a lunatic. There’s a heavy sigh, a leaning your head back, thumping against the wooden frame.

“…What the fuck is wrong with you.”

Nonetheless, the night you first heard his voice pitch through gleaming neon signs was one to remember.

Typing manically on your keyboard while a half-empty glass of watered down coffee occupied the space beside you, you squint, scrutinizing that same sentence at least a dozen times before ripping the headphones off your ears and raising up frustratedly.

This essay is definitely earning a rightful spot on your thirteen reasons why list, a close second to your first impression on Seungmin last week.

Stretching your arms above your head, you hear it. An entrancing, melodic tone sifting beneath your cracked window, decorating your bedroom in a decadent assortment of color.

Carefully tiptoeing to pry open the window fully, you crane, cheek pressed against cold glass.

It’s Seungmin. Face tipped to the side, lips halfway parted. You don’t know if he’s focused on something or what, but you know he’s the only thing that matters in this moment.

His vibrato, the way he perfectly slices notes into harmonious rhythm pulls you in like a hummingbird to nectar.

You find yourself aimlessly standing there, rocking back and forth of your heels, savoring the effortlessly sweet relief he fills your exhausted soul with.

Day after day he’d sing, voice never ceasing to calm your senses, as if supernatural, into a lulling drone. No thoughts, just him.

Occasionally it’d be a new tune, one familiar, one not. Over and over and over again you’d routinely wait for him, like a child rushing to see their favorite cartoon.

And as a result, Seungmin became one of your biggest sources of comfort without either of you knowing it.

Today is the day.

Reaching over as far as you can muster with the makeshift paper airplane held tightly, you attempt at reading the wind, trying to decipher the best time to launch this secret weapon of yours.

Well, not really secret (somewhat), and also not a weapon, but you get the picture.

This morning you’d taken tedious measures to ensure your innovative paper airplane note would successfully fly, especially since the note inside was just as innovative.

𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐. Was what it read, and you thought the compliment was pretty appropriate considering how often you’d admire his mellowed tunes in the eve.

Except, the first one was a fail, then the second one, and a third, and by the forth airplane you had paper-cuts all over your hands and a temper teetering on the brink of defeat.

Hey, at least three people today (almost four) would get a “I like your singing” note today.

Whoosh! Your note flies, and just when you begin to lose hope does it switch trajectories, successfully hitting his balcony’s screen door.

To say you shouted was an understatement. Hell, the entirety of New York likely heard your chanting, yelling, and the entourage of oddly proud noises in between.

Noises of which were quickly muted upon said screen door opening, to where you frantically drop down, peering between the chair’s legs to observe his reaction.

Seungmin glances around repeatedly, curiously, prior to peeling back paper folds.

You inhale sharply.

His eyes graze over the sentence, investigating his surroundings again.

No reaction.

You initially deflate, grumbling to yourself defeatedly.

Until a tiny sliver of hope peeks through dark curtains.

Seungmin smiles.

He covers his mouth (an action you don’t understand but start to considering how dazzlingly bright it is), and laughs. A soft laugh that has his shoulders shaking, corner of his eyes wrinkling into charming crescent moons.

You swear there’s a ring of sparkling light outlining him, like something out of a K-Drama.

His smile could (and should) win an award, you’re convinced.

And just like that he disappears back into his apartment, and you chant a nonstop “Oh my god!” a good thirty-six times, unable to contain the feather-light feeling spreading from your fingertips to the very tip of your toes.

Cute. Kim Seungmin was so, so cute.

From the sheepish grins he gives you each time he’s seen you since, you have a hunch he knows it was you who sent the note, but you choose to act oblivious.

Oblivious, before you received a note of your own.

Of course, Kim Seungmin’s paper airplane is perfect, aerodynamic and probably arrived on the first throw unlike your consecutive sacrifices.

Slowly shuffling open the response, you peek through hesitant fingers, slapping a hand over your gaping mouth upon witnessing his obviously perfect handwriting.

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 :) , It reads. Something so mundane and proper there’s no reason you should be losing your mind, but you are, and the rattling of your heartbeat serves the best explanation.

You make sure to hang the note up afterward, right above your laptop.

So over the next few days, the both of you become more daring, more adventurous. Two paper airplanes turn into four, four to eight, eight to eleven. By now there’s not enough room to hang all of them up.

Meaningless conversations. Asking about dinner plans, what you’re currently doing, what your favorite hobbies are, favorite songs. But yet, they mean so much to you.

Your own, childish way of communicating even though the mature, adult reply would be to knock on his door.

Although, he seems to love it as much as you do.

𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? Is scribbled on the airplane he’d sent a few minutes ago.

𝙽𝚘, 𝚠𝚑𝚢? You write quickly onto one, hands nimbly constructing the shape after sending so many. Routine.

Returning to stirring the pot of boiling water in front of you, a familiar tap alerts you, padding over to grasp his letter.

Strangely, a part of you grows more and more excited, plopping down into your chair to gradually take apart his craftsmanship.

Your legs move before you can even register your own feelings, scrambling outside.

Seungmin’s there, breathtaking smile as brilliant as ever despite such dim lighting.

There’s no need to admit you’ve been sending them now. Especially not from the way he gazed at you, the words inscribed on that paper airplane.

𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

He bites back an even bigger grin, cheeks dusting rosy pink from the cold air.

Yes.

Absolutely yes.

sunboki, may 2022 ©

[wasyago]

I'm so curious, but it's okay if you do not have an answer for me; did something happen to Etho in your recks au for him to need all of those robotic prosthetics, like an accident of sorts? Or did he, I guess, experiment on himself or something like that?

Wonderful design, by the way! I can't stop looking at it, I love it so much.

haha yeah something did happen :)c

so, as you may or may not know, the world of recks suffered from a catastrophe caused by the moon going off its orbit and almost crushing into earth; which caused the creation of many gravitational anomalies all over the planet; which caused most of the big cities to evolve downwards and move under the sea level; which created this odd phenomenon of many skyscrapers in the middle of the city being abandoned and staying vacant, even if the buildings are technically fully operational.

and so teen etho, our smart little boy, thought "Hey, i don't wanna live so low underground where the sun doesn't reach when there's perfectly good houses on the surface!" so he just kinda... left his home and moved to one of the abandoned buildings. which, i mean, good for him and all that. BUT.

see, the thing about run down buildings is that they don't have a good water supply. and the thing about water in recks au is that it has a ton of bad chemicals, moon debris, leftovers of destroyed infrastructure, etc, in it when unfiltered or filtered poorly.

and etho, although smart, wasn't smart enough to give proper attention to the metallic taste of the water in the building he moved in to. like, sure it tastes a little weird but otherwise it's fine, it's something you would expect from an abandoned skyscraper right?

well, little did he know that the water he drank for god knows how many years of his life, was actually slowly dissolving his insides and poisoning him! and yknow, sharp pain in your guts every so often is one thing, but actively coughing up blood is another. and thank god he met cleo by then, because they forced him to actually do a check up to see what was wrong.

everything was wrong how you might've already guessed, to the point where the damage wasn't reversible anymore and there was no way to heal naturally. sooo etho had to get the prosthetic and say goodbye to his organs. the other option was to say goodbye to his life tho so he got pretty lucky there i think. thankfully cleo is a prosthetics doctor neurologist person, and she was able to get everything sorted fairly quickly for him and get that man on the operating table as soon as possible.

so at the end, all of etho's vitals had to be changed, including his throat and lower jaw because it also god badly damaged by being in contact with the water. (turns out etho had the raspy voice not because he was cool but actually because he was dying 😬) and! let me tell you, removing someone's entire set of vitals and changing them for the artificial ones in one surgery without killing the person in the process is actually very hard!! who would've thought huh...

well uhmm, yeah so this is what happened to etho o3o

(the eye prosthetic is another story tho, this post is already pretty long so maybe next time)

[theresattrpgforthat]

Alright, I have a weird one. Are there any TTRPGS that revolve around Coral? That, or have coral as an important element of the game?

Oh my gosh my ask box apparently ate this for MONTHS and finally decided to spit this back. Let's see what we've got!

THEME: Coral

Descent into Midnight, by Rich Howard, Taylor LaBresh, and Richard Kreutz-Landry.

At its heart, Descent into Midnight (DiM) is a game about community, family, and hope. It's a tabletop roleplaying game that takes place in a technologically advanced aquatic civilization whose culture has never been touched by humanity. Bioengineering and psionic, or mental, powers allow the strange and varied species to communicate and interact with their surroundings no matter their physiology.

In the game, players take on the roles of guardians, defending their community from a physical, emotional, and even existential threat. The game focuses on the relationships between the guardians, the inhabitants they protect, and their internal struggles and dreams in the face of a corruption that threatens to change their world.

You can play as whatever you like in Descent in to Midnight, including fish, plants, even abstract concepts - so a shelf of coral isn’t really that much of a stretch. The playbooks (yes, playbooks, this is a PbtA game) are centred more about your personality, and what you look like is secondary. The game is designed to take a turn for the darker before it pushes towards hope, so I think your game experience will be different depending on whether this is a one-shot or a long-form campaign.

Delve Deeper, by Maik.

A complete new game of under-oceanic adventuring and exploration. 

Play as intelligent oceanic folks such as the cephaliin octopoids, the crustaciin crab-folk and the fish-like merfolk and explore the coral reefs, open seas and abyssal trenches in search for adventure, pearls and treasure.

You don’t play as coral in this game, but you’re certainly exploring it! Taking nods from games such as Troika!, Electric Bastionland, and Brave Zenith, this game feels solidly inside the OSR camp, but with a special love for the wacky and weird. If you want to have a particular connection to the coral reefs, you’ll likely want to play as a Merfolk, who build cities from the coral and rule as a matriarchal society. This game is full of lore, but not extensively so - it’s only 33 pages long in total. But I think you’ll probably come away from reading Delve Deeper with a pretty strong sense of what this underwater kingdom is like.

Reefs of Despair, by Zaftikat

You are a sea anemone, stuck firm in an ocean that will soon be inhospitable to you. Grapple with climate change as you explore fatalism and ennui.

Sea anemones aren’t coral but they’re kind of close right?

Now this game is neat. It uses popcorn as a resolution mechanic - how cool is that? You have to pop the popcorn in a stove-top vessel, rather than a microwave, because you have to count how many popcorn kernels pop at first pop - the more there are, the better your outcome. Apart from that, your character has two stats: Ennui and Fatalism. These stats rise and fall similar to the way stats raise and fall in Honey Heist - with a similar outcome if you get too high or too low, by ending the game. There’s also a third end state for what happens once you’ve popped all the kernels, but I’ll leave that one for folks who decide to download this game and read it.

The game also is donating proceeds to the Coral Restoration Foundation, so in a roundabout way, I guess it was about coral all along.

Other Games You Should Check Out

Bones Deep, by Technical Grimoire. (You should really check this one out.)

[lilydalexf]

Hi! I'm looking for fic where either Mulder or Scully (or both) are some kind of cryptid and/or have supernatural powers or abilities. Thank you in advance!

Here are some fics where Mulder and/or Scully is a cryptid or something else fantastical or supernatural. There are a ton of stories where one of both of them have supernatural powers or abilities, so I'm leaving that daunting ask for another time since I'm not sure I could make a reasonable list. Enjoy!

And if I make my bed in Sheol by threeguesses Mulder becomes his own x-file. (Scully and Mulder’s ghost and believing)

The Entity by Annie Jennings It stalks humanity with a vengeance. It looks upon the blood of man with an insatiable thirst. It can bestow upon mortals the gift of eternal life. And now, it sets its sights upon Fox Mulder and Dana Scully...

Essentially Exactly the Way It Happened by @scullyphile (WIP) AU where nothing is different except that Scully’s a vampire, and for all Mulder’s suppositions, he still doesn’t guess

Eternity in Your Arms by Piper Sargasso This is an alternate reality of my “This Mortal Coil” universe. What if Scully had left after their first night together since Mulder’s making, rather than staying and being taken by Julian? Although this is technically a spinoff of TMC, it can definitely be read and understood as a standalone.

Ghost series by Joyce An accident radically changes the partnership between Mulder and Scully while opening Scully up to extreme possibilities.

In the Blood by twosheds (No summary provided)

inosculaton by @leiascully When Scully fucks him, it's a supernova.

lucky silver by goatfriend dana scully is a werewolf. angst ensues.

midnight hold by @brenayla “They’re fine, I guess,” Julie says. “Kinda weird.” Weird as in: she gets a feeling like brain freeze if she looks at them for too long. Weird like: when they lean in to speak to each other, they make the conference room go still and November cold. She would need something far stronger than coffee before she’d admit it, but there have been moments where Julie could not tell them apart.or: soulmates as cryptids

Siren Song by @leiascully Navy sailor Dana Scully, in disguise as Daniel, has a very close encounter of the mer kind.

Tam Lin by Pequod When your local young men disappear, only to turn up dead a year later, sometimes it helps to have friends in high places. Myth and murder combine in a remote Scottish village, and Mulder and Scully investigate. The Fairy Queen is out to revenge the loss of her most prized knight, Tam Lin. Mulder believes but Scully’s not so sure, until Mulder takes a walk in the woods.

Tonight I Was by Brighid A late night call turns Mulder's world inside out.

Too Close to Hide, By the Moonlight Side by @giroshane Scully tried to keep a positive outlook on life. Truly, she did. With the amount of bullshit she'd been through, before and during her tenure on the X-files, if she didn't find some spots of light in this dark dark world she'd have gone insane long ago. 1995 made that hard. Yes, she thought, cold, shivering, blood-spattered and buck-naked in the mud and rain in the middle of the woods, with the waning full moon shining down on her like a spotlight. By the summer of 1995, it was shaping up to be the worst year of her life. -- Or, an AU where everything is exactly the same--except Dana Scully is a werewolf. When grief and loneliness cause one too many slip-ups, it's time for Mulder to learn the truth. Unfortunately, the hard way.

[jonathansims-answers]

Statement of Oliver John, regarding.. the door, I guess? I don't know, not sure why I agreed to do this, there isn't even really anything to investigate, but my friend, uh, Charlie Smith, insisted when I told them about it.

So, uh.. Christ, where do I start- it started after Christmas Eve a couple years ago, when I was seventeen- for reference I'm currently eighteen, nineteen in July, so this was about two and a half years ago, now, I think- Anyways, Christmas Eve that year, unfortunately for me, landed on a Sunday, so my mother- her name's Brooke- forced me to go to church with the rest of the family.

Now, for context, I *hate* church, always have, ever since I was a child. It's nothing with the religion, or the- the God, that bothers me it's just.. well, it's really just being in the building itself, having to attend service, all that. It gets, just, so *boring* the kind of boredom that feels like it's worse than just being dead. Usually it helps to bring my own book to read, but sometimes it's all just so *loud* that I can't focus. This was one of those times, and it was.. it was bad. I won't go into details, but.. well, the only reason I'm still alive is because the chain of my necklace broke... I was so desperate to just get all the noise to stop..

Uh, sorry, that might've gotten a little vent-y Anyways, uh, after.. after that, I got up to go to the bathroom. It's one of the only quiet places in the building, all the other rooms have a speaker so you can still hear the preacher going on about some religious jargon. I just needed to get away from it-

Now, the bathrooms in my church are each set on opposite sides of a small hallway, with a Jesus painting in the middle- never liked that painting, it's the kind where it feels like the eyes are following you- anyways, when I went to go into the women's room, something stopped me. The painting was gone. And it wasn't just a blank wall where it'd been, there was just- a whole third door in its place. It didn't have any label indicating it was a new unisex bathroom or anything, it was just- just a random door. Now, I'll admit, my curiosity gets the better of me sometimes, and this was one of those times, but I didn't mean to actually go through it- I just wanted to peek, wanted to see what was inside, but I- I guess I stumbled or something? Because suddenly I was through the door and in this- this hallway. I couldn't see the end of it, and this was before I got my cane, so walking down all that way would've *hurt,* and I decided it wasn't worth it. It was.. quiet, though. So I kinda just sat in there for a bit. Not sure how long it was, didn't have any way of keeping time, but eventually I went back out and the service was over. My mom was pissed, thinking I just stayed in the bathroom the whole time to skip the service. She wasn't technically wrong, I guess.

The door started showing up again, after that. Not too often, but any time I was in any kind of overstimulating situation, it would just- be there, even when it shouldn't. For some reason, I've never properly questioned it, just thought "huh, weird," and then went through to sit in the quiet. After I got my cane, I actually started going on little walks through those corridors. I always find my way out, though..

I've graduated, now. Still living at home, having trouble finding a job, still can't drive- and I- I know this is all relatively normal stuff for an eighteen year old, but my parents keep- keep hounding on me for all of it, and it just makes me feel like.. well, like shit. Doesn't help that I think my legs are getting worse, which just makes me more useless.. It all me want to just.. disappear, sometimes..

The door's there more often now, even when it's quiet. It disappears whenever anyone else comes in, of course, but once they leave, it's back. I've been going in there more often... It's.. it's safe, it feels safe, and it's quiet, and my legs don't hurt as much in that hallway... Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I just.. didn't come out one day.. if I just.. stayed.. just.. kept walking.. hm..

(saw you reply to a statement ask and thought it'd be fun to write my own, sorry if it's not very good, writing isn't my forte, but I enjoyed it)

Right.. Oliver. Excuse me? Eyes back over here please. Don't stay in. Don't go back in. I know I don't seem like a trustworthy person. However, I am just about done with people entering this office and becoming a new face for the spiral. Eh.. mr Jonathan?

....

Supplemental: Oliver just left my office. They didn't say much else. Just a dazed nod. I told you the Spiral is doing something. The statements seem to often be about doors. I must stay extra vigilant. Warn the others about it as well.

Signed, J. Sims.

Headarchivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

[totallynotimaginary]

DELTARUNE CHAPTER 3 AND 4 SPOILERS

Deltarune: First hero is the player and Kris is a mole theory

Ok so I haven’t seen a theory similar to this being discussed anywhere so I’m posting this to put in my two cents ig AKSVSKDGKDHD

When we see the first prophecy in Susie’s dark world something stood out to me about the description of the first hero:

Many people thought this made sense for Kris: considering Kris as “the cage” that holds the human soul. Although I kinda thought the opposite when I first read this. If we think of “the cage” as a more metaphorical thing instead, doesn’t the soul make much more sense as the first hero??

A cage prevents you from roaming free. Yeah, Kris holding the soul could count as Kris being “the cage” since we can’t roam as freely as we did when we were controlling the soul outside Kris’ body. But possessing Kris doesn’t inhibit the souls freedom; we can go anywhere, talk to anyone, CHOOSE to do anything. We’re anything but trapped. But Kris can’t choose to do anything freely unless they tear the soul out of their body. Doing anything to escape the cage, even if it breaks their wings (If that makes any sense AKSHSKDHKDHD). It just makes MUCH more sense that the soul, AKA the player, is what’s being inferred by “the cage”.

And also, ofc the player would have a human soul (The little heart that we control) and parts, cause yk everyone playing deltarune is human (probably…. Hopefully)

It also just makes more sense that the soul is the first hero??? I mean like if we FULLY separate the actions the soul takes by itself and the action Kris takes by themselves. The soul has done a lot more hero-y things by itself. Like in the sealing the fountain sequences; the soul practically separates itself from Kris for a second to seal the fountain, kinda inferring the soul is the only thing that can seal a fountain. Not to mention the fact the soul literally EMINATES light which weakens the titans and its weird little fetus’. Like just by the visuals of that whole ass sequence it’s clear the soul is the one emanating the light and not Kris, right ?? Like if the souls light is truly the MAIN thing weakening the darkness’ attacks, and sealing the fountains, then idk it’s just seems like the soul is truly the thing the prophecy is referencing as one of the “saviors” ig.

I guess in the end Kris IS technically the first hero, but mostly by proxy since they hold the soul, but them, separate from the player, are not the first hero.

That brings me to another speculation, (which may be a little obvious but, sshhhhh, I like explaining my thought process) that the soul we control isn’t Kris’ soul at all. It was meant to be for the vessel, a thing that didn’t have a whole ass life and personality before the soul took over. Which really makes me think, where the hell is Kris’ actual soul????

Well idk the answer to that, but I might know why they were given THIS soul. I believe they were given this soul to be a mole for the heroes of the prophecy. So that way they technically ARE meant to be there (only cause of the soul) but also kinda aren’t cause, yk, that soul isn’t theirs. Whoever Kris is working for, it’s pretty clear they’re very against the prophecy and the heroes going into (and sealing) the dark world in the shelter. So what’s a better plan than literally having someone on the inside tracking and preventing the heroes plans ???

This ofc makes the soul possessing Kris the only choice we DIDNT get to choose.

Ofc Kris can’t really do much about messing up the heroes plans when the soul is controlling them. But when it’s not, it’s pretty clear they’re going somewhere after becoming unpossessed, which in my opinion they’re going to the shelter and ratting on the heroes plans to whoever is the mastermind of this.

So yeah, bro’s living a double life as the hero of the prophecy (only cause they hold the soul) and as a prophecy hater for some reason.

Although it’s very clear Kris is really fond of Susie and Ralsei now, so I suspect their loyalty for whoever gave them this soul will become brittle.

Also I think Ralsei definitely knows that the soul is meant to be the hero and whoever is holding it isn’t. Although I don’t think he knows the soul the player controls isn’t Kris’ soul.

Or maybe he does since he talks to Kris while the soul is distracted with Susie. Idk

Low-key I don’t want to believe Ralsei is STILL keeping quiet about things even after the events of chapter 4 in which Susie literally digs at him for it AKHSKSHDKDHDK

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 431: Ribbon Cutting, p1

Dr. J ! What are you doing?” whined an obviously frustrated and stressed-out Kori, who was part of our “Communications Department”. My traitorous eyes were immediately drawn to what she was wearing: a tight, scoop-necked top of iridescent pink and smart black trousers. Her figure, like most of my employees here, made my heart skip. She, though, looked upset that I was still here, in my office, at my desk. Everyone except me and Melissa, she told me, was already outside - which explained why she was glaring down at me   “The ceremony starts in…” She looked at her phone. “...3 minutes! We need you and Melissa at the front door, now!”

I didn’t know where Melissa was but I knew I wasn’t where they expected me to be. “Ugh, jeez, Kori…,” I started, “I don’t really know if I’m feeling up to this.” I  tried my best to keep my reply from sounding like a groan. The exhaustion of the day was somehow already catching up with me, I didn’t want to appear too frustrated in front of one of my newer and younger employees. Of course I knew I was supposed to be out there, but I wasn’t too happy about the thought of facing all those crowds, especially when I was dressed like this. I looked woefully down at my bright pink scrubs that were two sizes too big on me and tried my best not to sulk

“Omigod for real??” Kori groused, in a tone more petulant than respectful. She and I both knew that I was, in some weird variation of the term, still technically her boss, but at this moment that didn’t seem to matter. She’d been tasked with getting us all assembled and I guess I was just being difficult.

“Do you really need me there?” I asked, in as apologetic a tone as I could muster. Kori was in an obvious huff, and I didn’t want to make it worse…but I could tell I was pissing her off.

“Okay well I’m gonna go get Melissa,” she fumed, turning on her four-inch heels and <click-clack-clacking> out the door. 

I put my face in my hands.

Great.

I was, in all honesty, unsure of how to feel about today. The birth announcement of Far Horizons Evolution Center, our “Grand Opening” (yay), was being packaged as an over-produced ribbon-cutting ceremony for the benefit of the local TV stations. We wouldn’t be seeing any actual patients in the new clinics until Monday, so today was really just a show for the cameras. I knew I should have been excited for it all: watching the business grow, celebrating my employees’ accomplishments - even if I felt like it all came at the cost of my own career, and as their progress left me behind in its wake. Something else about the idea of this event bothered me, though I couldn't really put my finger on what it was. Regardless, maybe this was something that I could stomach, even smile through even if it made me a little sick in my insides..

To make matters worse, I was quickly learning that the event had started growing - in a few different ways - into something else. First, I’d made the mistake of looking at my Instagram on my new phone, and I was stunned by how many people were talking about me. Women, mostly. They’d tagged me, called me out, and now there were bunches of local women excited to come out and see “Mr Vulni” in the flesh at this event today. The appetite for shrimpy guys, I guess, was at an all-time high, and I was apparently the hottest thing on the menu. The thought of being thrown out into a sea of  my rabid female fans made me shiver with a paralyzing fear. Worse still was that some of the local news stations knew my name as well, as the little man attached at the hip to…her. 

Melissa Monroe. The TV stations, their cameras, and indeed it seemed the entire metro area were all excited to get another glimpse of her. Seemingly overnight, she’d suddenly blossomed into a local celebrity sensation of sorts after her recent on-air interview. The only thing the public seemed to crave more than a vulni man was a tall, powerful woman, And, seeing the two together? As a combo platter? <Chef’s kiss> Delicious. Glorious. Hot. We were a ready-made dish that the new world was hungry for, in its fashions and tastes. The midget and the Amazon, the model couple for the new age. The frenzy around us, at least on social media, was absolutely crazy. Almost like, I dunno…we showed them what they really wanted, and what they could be. With Far Horizons’ help. 

Mortifying, right? Embarrassing? Well, yes, I can tell you that it was, and I really wanted no part in it. Any event that would evince the size difference between us, and probably even showcase it, using it to draw in more eyeballs and ratings at the cost of my dignity was not something in which I really wanted to partake. 

Um, yeah, so…there was that. And, plus, I’m not one for change in general; there’d been a lot of change. 

So as I sat there, my head still in my hands, sitting with my feet dangling several inches off the floor at my small-but-still-outsized desk,  I felt a tremor and heard the distinctive thunder cracks of Melissa’s heels approaching down the hall. It sounded like the harbinger of doom, or at the very least, the harbinger of a really bad scolding. 

“Sweetie, what?” she said, her tone betraying about the same amount of patience as Kori. Neither girl were clearly up to indulging my insecurities, not at the present. We all had places to be. 

Already starting to crumbling under the pressure of the moment, I felt myself flush and I looked out from between my fingers at at the bosomy brunette giant that called herself my girlfriend and now towered over me and my suddenly tiny-seeming desk. “I d-don’t wanna do it,” I found myself uttering weakly. I was overwhelmed by her presence.

She’d appeared, at first, to be annoyed, but as she heard the tremor of my plea, maybe a crack in my voice, her face softened. There had been something crouched between her lips, some bark of a command, but she’d leashed it. Instead she held her tongue, cocked her head, and slowly leaned over to put both hands on my desk and close the space between us. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what’s going on with you today.,” she said softly, tenderly, as her eyes searched into mine and I lowered my hands from my face. 

I knew she could open me like a book on a shelf. I read it to her anyway. 

“I don’t wanna do it,” I repeated, sounding every inch, I realize, the sulking child. At that moment I didn’t really care. “This is going to be too much for me…”

“Awwww sweetie,” she purred, her expression of pity and warmth doubled down in her voice and on her shockingly gorgeous face. This was the woman who had given me not one but two toe-curling blowjobs in her office only a few hours ago, albeit after the “gift” of a new phone/cum monitoring device given to me along with the announcement of her emasculating promotion. “Awwww….”

My eyes goggled at her tits as she squashed them together between her arms, in her plunge-necked pink top. 

“You think it’s emasculating, huh?” she cooed, somehow plucking that word right from out of me, “It bothers you that the world’s about to see how women have taken over everything here? Is that it? That make you feel emasculated?”

I looked at her - up at her face, now, having found the strength to tear my gaze out of her cleavage - and I didn’t know what to say. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she indulged me, accommodating my fragilities, my deficiencies and failings with even more understanding and affection. “I’m here,” she continued, her hand softly grazing my cheek. “No matter how little you feel, I'll be there, and I’ll be right beside you, the whole time.”

I tried to relax, but I couldn't help but picture it. The cameras, the flashing, the sea of people, they would all be watching. She’d be with me, yes, standing there next to me, and they’d all see. That’s what I’m afraid of.

She continued. “And, besides, y’know what I find really sexy?” she asked, a mischievous lilt coming to her voice and a curl to her smile, “Emasculating you. I think it’s so hot, showing everyone how much bigger and more important than you I’m getting. They all think it’s sexy too.”

That made my eyes widen, my jaw quiver and - holy jeez I’m a freakin’ perv - my cock suddenly stiffen to life down my pants. I still had no words. 

"So let’s go out there and give the world what it wants, show them all how women have taken charge here and are growing everything like you never could have. It’ll be so sexy,” she said, now reaching out with her right hand so she could grab the edge of the desk, “We can show them how much bigger I am than you, and they’ll love it.”

At that, with an ease I would have thought impossible,  the desk shuddered and its feet groaned over the thin carpet as she slid the desk out from between us with one casual hand, shoving it to the side. I gasped as she stepped in and got down on her knees in front of me. 

Her hands went to the tie of my drawstring pants. I felt a feeble protest escape my lips - w-we need to go! - but she silenced me immediately, pulling my erection out into the world.  

“They’ll wait,” she said, and slid me into her mouth….

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[oxo3xx0]

PART TWO

Okay I lowkey hate this so im not updating anymore 🙏

Its been a little while since you last met gojo and medumi, during that time you'd moved into the jujutsu high dorms after being forcefully evicted (literally thrown out by your landlord) and secured a position as yuji itadoris mentor. You see, the real reason gojo had wanted you to come back to the school was so that you could help to train and manage Sukunas vessel, when you were first told the news you actually laughed in gojos face, there was really no way sukuna was living inside a 16 year old boy right?

"Just this way" gojo said, smiling as he led you down a set of stairs and into a basement. "You see a while ago sukuna ripped out yujis heart, but he later repaired it" your eyes widen a little at this news, sukuna saved someone? That's actually laughable "your joking right? Why would sukuna ever help anyone but himself?" Your question was rhetorical obviously but gojo replied nonetheless. "Because he needs a vessel now, if he wanted to he could've let yuji die and just waited for someone else to eat one of his fingers." "He ate his fin-" your words were cut off as you reach the bottom of the stairs and gojo slams open the door to the basement. "We're back!" He says with a smile as he beckons yuji to step forward to meet you, however the only thing he's greeted with is your Face that was contorted into absolute disgust. "No way you ate someone's mumified finger.." were your first words to him as he stared at you with wide unblinking eyes.

After that unfortunate first impression gojo introduced you and explained why yuji was hidden down here in the fist place. "So the people in charge want him dead? Thats messed up" you said with crossed arms as you sat on the couch next to gojo and yuji, some weird old movie playing in the background. "Indeed, thats why I need you to look after him for me, not only dose he need help controlling sukuna but he's being targeted too" gojo explains with a stern expression, the tension in the air was thick as you processed the gravity of this situation, however yuji was still struggling to understand. "Gojo who is this weird lady? How's she gonna help with sukuna??" he whispers to gojo as he covers his mouth to prevent you from hearing, however it didn't really change anything as he was basically still talking at a normal volume. "[Name] is a jujutsu sorcerer, well kind of, she's technically still a student since she never finished her training" gojo 'whispers' back to yuji.

You cleared your throat as you turned to look at them with an unimpressed expression before sighing and explaining why gojo wanted you specifically to help him. "My cursed technique, its called spiritual control, you see these tattoos? They were made from the ashes of a cursed spirit, and with my technique I can manipulate them" you explain briefly as you point to your serpentine body art and a look of shock graces yujis face "so.. your a vessel to??" He asks with impossibly wide eyes before smiling widley and grasping your hands "thank you so much for coming to help me! I was starting to think people would only ever think of me as sukunas vessel! But if your also a vessel and a jujutsu sorcerer then it's not that bad right?" He asks hopefully, poor kid, I bet some people don't even think of him as a person anymore. Just sukunas host. "Hold on now yuji, don't forget the cursed spirit who lives inside you is he king of curses, despite being similar you two still have many differences" gojo says as yuji nods in understanding and let's go of your hands to cross them over his chest "I guess I'll just have to work harder then! To become a sorcerer and to let people know they can trust me." Your heart clenches at the sentiment, this poor kid still thinks he'll live long enough to become a sorcerer. Just the thought of his kind mentality being crushed by the countless perils he will endure is enough to make you feel ill. But he doesn't need to worry, your here now, and your here to stay.

After your first meeting with itadori you were informed of the sisters school event which would be happening soon, and that you wouldn't be directly introduced to the other students until the day it began. Well that was the plan anyway, you were walking up to your sleeping quarters when that same boy from when you first saw gojo stepped inront of you. "Its you, why are you here?" He asks with a stern expression, he doesn't seem too pleased to have you living near him.

Thank you for reading

(Yeah I dropped this, sorry but i struggled to stay interested in jjk)

[mistress-of-vos]

Okay, you convinced me of JeanTim, I see the vision. Do you have any recommendations for comics to get into Azrael other than Knightfall? I don't really know him as a character other than what I saw in your short fics on here in the past week or so (which were all fabulous, I'm thoroughly enjoying your stay on my timeline)

Thank you in advance!

Hello!!! So glad I have succeeded at my life mission of spreading JeanTim across the masses ❤️

Well, I guess you can divide Azrael's reading into three sections:

New Earth (Pre N52)

Batman: Sword of Azrael (1992): !!! This is JP's origin, a relatively short comic that takes place a little before Knightfall, and sets what Azrael is and how he becomes what he is.

Knightfall (followed by Knightquest and, if you wish to, Prodigal): This is probably the longest story inside the batfam that JP has. I personally like reading compiled versions, including the prelude to Knightfall (starting on Batman #480, which has Jean-Paul meeting Tim, AND JP dressing up as Batman before Bruce's back getting hurt). Jean-Paul stops appearing once Dick takes over the Batman mantle.

Azrael and Azrael Agent of the Bat: Basically 100 issues of Jean-Paul going through the horrors. However, around the last 5-10 issues are of dubious canon as per Rebirth (but this series is good to know JP's particular canon such as his dad, the order, Lilhy, etc)

No Man's Land: Technically this goes inside the Azrael solo? Tbh I'd also look for a compiled version, preferably including Contagion, and if you want, you can check out the very beginning of the story in Batman Legacy: Progeny of the demon (tho this one only has Tim + Ra's on it)

Extras: There are less known appearances of JP in comics such as: Batman: The Chalice ; Batman: Shadow of the Bat ; Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight ; Batman: Gotham Knighs and a very funny cameo in Nightwing (1996) #10

New 52

Batman & Robin Eternal: JP's re-introduction arc starts at #9 and I'm afraid I don't remember well where it ended, but he does transition into the batfam alongside Cass, Luke & Harper.

Detective comics: He started appearing as supporting character after 930ish issue, I believe. I'm gonna be honest, I only read JP's N52 stuff once and didn't like it much besides him being friends with Luke & Kate, plus the famous panel in #958 where Kate says she needs to taught them (JP & Luke) the art of seduction.

Rebirth

Detective Comics: House of Gotham: This includes a short retelling of Knightfall, showing a bit more of JP and Tim in their days as the dynamic duo. It's very small but it reintroduced knightfall to canon.

Justice League Odyssey: Look, LOOK, this isn't a masterpiece but it has a very sexy JP design. This arc was, to my undertanding, changed many times during publication, and the artist even shared full pages that ended up deleted. This is a very ooc Jean-Paul most of the time (my working theory is that they wanted Jason, as Victor & Kory seem too familiar with JP, which makes no sense) but it's a fun reading and it is currently canon.

Sword of Azrael (2022): This is THE current Azrael story of DC. It wraps up all of the previous stories plus setting where JP is right now in terms of power, mind and morals. It's short, but it's wonderful and lovely written. The art goes slightly towards manga style, which I think suits JP. I don't want to spoil anything on this one, if you have little time to read, read this one. It's all you need to know of JP.

Detective comics: The Ram V arc: I'm unsure where Ram V's arc covers in Detective Comics but if you want to know where JP is currently, it's here. He hasn't appeared as today that I'm replying. It is a bit ooc and has some weird dialogues (and ngl Ram V isn't exactly my fav take on Batman) but it's good, I'd give it a 7/10 and it located JP in Gotham again so it did its job.

Extras (elseworlds):

Tales from the Dark Multiverse: Batman Knightfall: A very dark turning of what Knightfall could have been. Sadly there's no Tim here, but it's worth a read if you want to see a feral JP!

Batman: Curse of the White Knight: Part of a complete AU of Batman that plays with ages, settings and relationships, JP has a brand new interpretation. The only spoiler I will give you is: DILF

Batman: The Adventures Continue #7-#9: Takes place on the Batman animated series by Bruce Timm, tho sadly he doesn't run into Robin!Tim despite taking place right before the JJ events. A short, interesting take on JP. Somehow, the spoiler here shall also be DILF

And that would be all! Wow, I thought I wasn't gonna make it. Also, I apologize for the late reply. I started drafting my answer and forgot to finish it. My bad! P.S. If you want some links for more info feel free to DM me!

[sunny-reacts-to-stuff]

tma 97 "we all ignore the pit"

Compulsion, Cults, Alienation, Money, Home Invasion, Abduction, Live Burial, Altered Mental States, Violence, Mannequins

The Pit? is that an avatar technically? from jared's thing?

so true moving sucks

shout out to jonathan sims for not putting the Pit in Pittsburgh

mmm childless place

woah i guess we are all ignoring the pit

i wonder if the pit has anything to do with Dig: the book

limestone face okay

i also wonder if lost johns' cave has to do with this bc i am going to be honest i remember so little about it

nah mag 15 has to be about mr darkness

okay this one is do not open and underground coded i feel like. probably dig. also hard shoulder? and the butcher's window

okay maybe mr. darkness and the pit and the buried inside the coffin are connected

ñam ñam

YEAH YOU DONT MOVE IN WITH STRANGERS also i fear you were the sacrifice

OKAY DARKNESS!!

ALL OF THEM?

town so unimportant that the wikipedia page references its appearance on this episode bc there's hardly anything else to talk about lol

population of 600

yeah that seems like it could go down the pit

why does elias do anything

WHAT METAPHORICAL PIT

NOT THE DARKNESS NO NO NO NO NO

bother the landlord

okay they are father and daughter

she is so weird

she sounds like a squeaky toy

oh she's plastic. that explains it

"noooooooooo! i mean, yes!" i love her

she is funny i like this one

he doesn't know where the skin is

yeah i guess the asking thing can be very easily avoided if we just hit jon until he shuts up

thouroughly enjoyed this final part

[prismuffin]

A/n: Sorry this is a bit specific- I wanted to write smth for myself that I personally relate to and am dealing with. Made the reader gn so anyone at all can read this if they also relate!

Normal

Steven Grant x asexual(spectrum)!gn!reader

( summary: Steven and you had been together for a few months and he always wondered why you often pulled away from him whenever he tried to get explicitly touchy with you during intimate moments so he decides to ask ) warnings?: angst, pre-established relationship, talks of sex (no actual sex), reader is specifically portrayed to be both placiosexual (meaning they have no problem sexually pleasuring their partner but don't want their partner pleasing them) and cupiosexual ( meaning that the person often wants to experience a sexual relationship but can't for whatever reason) , reader being confronted about their sexual orientation, reader not being completely ok with their sexual orientation! !-!more under the cut!-!

You and Steven had been together for a few months now and everything had been perfect. You knew about Marc, accepted his flaws and quirks, were kind and loving, you were everything he'd needed.

Not too long ago he'd decided to ask you to get a little more intimate, it was clear that you were previously waiting on him to be ready which he appreciated. When the night finally came where you two were intimate it was a bit more one-sided than Steven had thought. It's not like he wasn't satisfied or anything, quite the opposite actually. You'd focused all your attention on him, making him feel good and completely disregarding your own satisfaction. He at first thought it was because it was your first time but now after being intimate with you for a while he realizes how uncomfortable you get with him when he tries to reciprocate any sort of intimate action towards you. Sure things like little love-bites are accepted by you but anything past that you shut down for the most part. It's gotten to a point where he wonders if its just him that you don't want to be intimate with, but the way you treat him, please him contradicts that entirely. So as you sat on the couch in your newly shared apartment he couldn't help but wanna ask.

"Y/n...?"

You hummed as you turned away from the random cooking show that played on the TV to focus on Steven. "Yeah?" You watched Stevens eyes fill with hesitancy as he looked at you. "Uhh, I just- I have a bit of a question.." He stated, speaking a bit quieter as he eyed you cautiously. You nodded, grabbing the remote and turning down the TV. This was obviously important if he's acting this nervous so you decided to give him your full attention. "What's up? Is something wrong?" You turned a bit so that you'd be facing him fully. "Not really, I've just been wondering about something for a while," He fidgeted with his hands before continuing. "I mean, we've been intimate for some time and I love it, I really do, but how come you never really let me..." He trailed off, gesturing between you and him a bit. "Let you...?" You questioned, you had a hunch where this was going but thought it'd be better if he clarified before you jumped to conclusions. "Let me touch you..." Your heart dropped a bit at the question, yup it was what you thought. You suppose that this was gonna come up sooner or later.

You usually only performed oral or manual sex on Steven, never really fully going all the way for your own comfort but you guess it can seem a bit weird after a while to perform only those things. "I...uh..." You hesitated, unsure of just how to go about answering this. You knew you were on the ace spectrum, placiosexual to be specific, but still there was something inside you yearning for a sexual relationship and though you technically have one you want to really feel it. But the thought of letting that happen sickens you. It's been an ongoing battle in your mind for years, you hope you'll eventually "grow out of it" but you haven't had many opportunities to try, anytime you do something in your mind just shuts the whole thing down. "I-I'm sorry, that was insensitive of me- it's ok you don't have to answer-" Steven stuttered out but you were quick to dismiss his worries. "It's fine, it just caught me a bit off guard ya know?" You chuckled dryly, nervously as you swallowed thickly and sighed. "It's uhhh, I'm sorry I'm just a bit...asexual..." Stevens eyes widened at the confession as he inhaled sharply. "Oh bloody hell- I didn't like make you do those things right?"

"No- Steven it's fine I was fine with all of that I swear." You smiled though your eyes held a bit of sadness to them.

"Are you sure? Don't asexuals not like to perform sexual acts like that?" He asked and you nodded. "Some don't sure, but asexuality is a spectrum Steven, I'm not completely uncomfortable with the idea of sex its just uhh it's a bit hard for me to receive any sexual favors." He nodded slowly as he took in your words, not entirely sure on how to respond. "So, how much are you comfortable with?" You hummed at the question, for some reason it made you want to cry though you bit back the thought before anything could show. "Well I'm Placiosexual, which means I'm completely fine with doing sexual acts on my partner, you." He smiled, grabbing your hand as you continued. "But when it comes to receiving those same acts from others I get a bit uncomfortable.." You looked down and he nodded, moving his head lower to catch your eye again. "What's wrong?" "It's nothing I-" "I accept you ya know? This isn't gonna change anything between us I swear." You were silent for a few seconds after that, you'd expect nothing less from Steven but that wasn't entirely the problem. "I know that." "Then what is it?" He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb and you sighed, not being able to hold yourself back from tearing up a bit. "I just- Sometimes I really envy you." "Envy me?" "Yeah, you can just be ok with stuff that makes me extremely uncomfortable at times." You paused, trying to decide how you wanted to word this to get your point across. "I don't want to be this way all the time, I want to feel comfortable in those moments, to connect with someone like that but I just can't and I've always hated myself for it." You couldn't help the tear that escaped your eye, deciding to just let it fall. "I just wish I was...normal,"

"You are normal." Steven was quick to shut down your negative thoughts.

Looking at him directly you were shocked to see him tearing up a bit. "Steven..." "You're completely normal Y/n, nothings wrong with you, you just have a harder time getting comfortable with those things and that's ok, everyone's different love," "But I don't want to be different!" You choked out, more tears streaming down your face at the confession and he paused. Moving closer to you, he grabbed your face in his hands using his thumbs to wipe your tears as you shut your eyes. Leaning in he softly placed a kiss to your nose before sighing. "Who you are is completely okay love, and if you really want to we can try and take things slow for you alright? But you can't be mad at yourself for feeling the way you feel about something as futile as this." You sniffled, slowly opening your eyes though not looking at him directly. "What you do for me is enough already, I don't need to have sex with you to love you." That seemed to really hit you as you started crying again, moving to hug Steven. He stroked your back as you cried, whispering comforting words to calm your ragged breathing as you held back sobs. "I just don't wanna feel this way forever." You mumbled and Steven hummed, pulling back from the hug to look at you. You tried to wipe your tears but Steven had beat you to it. The small amount of affection making you smile briefly before you sighed. "Like I said before if you really want to try and change it we can take it slow," "I-I don't really know, I mean I want to try but I don't because I know I'll just feel disappointed." Steven offered you a smile as he continued to caress your face, ready to wipe away any stray tears that still fell. "Then we won't. Not unless you're 100% sure you want to try. And even if that day never comes it'll be alright." You were quiet as you took in his words.

Part of you hoped that one day randomly you'd just start to feel ok with it all but you know that's most likely never going to happen. But with Stevens words on your mind you feel a little less bad for feeling this way. Maybe you're not some weirdo after all, maybe you are just a normal person. Even if you never change the way you feel, Steven will still love you and at the end of the day isn't that all you really need?

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( This was once again quite personal to me so I'm sorry that it's like so specific but I needed some comfort so I decided to make my own comfort fic LMFAO )

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