#anyway... progress! slowly but surely

[lilflowerpot]

Hi! Hope ur well, just wondering how the galra would feel about ivf and surrogate mothers and such things.

Also, would diabazaal have had any other religious groups or did they have one decided belief

I've actually addressed both Imperial surrogacy, and the Empire's major religious groups (along with a follow-up regarding various funerary rites) before!

I know my blog has rather a lot to comb through at this point, but for those of you not in the know, I //am// a meticulous tagger, so you can notably narrow down my posts to just the worldbuilding ones if you take a gander at #galra history & culture!

[idontmindifuforgetme]

I’m happy for the little life I built for myself

[violinist-rachel]

I heard Kasu was ripped... I heard Kasu had a six-pack....

[opal-tea]

"A'le-la - By my will" A Spotify playlist centered entirely around Hai Cobriana of the Kiesha'ra series

15 songs dedicated to the Kiesha'ra series' most unfortunate daughter. Half of the songs on this playlist are already on the main playlist, but I felt it would be more appropriate to just make a separate one for Hai and then not flood the main playlist with a shitload of songs only about one character. This is mostly for my own self-indulgence, but I thought that maybe the very few people who like this series would perhaps enjoy another playlist if the main one isn't quite your thing. It's a lot more Nine Inch Nails, which I kind of actively avoid putting in the main playlist but I think a lot of music by NIN definitely fits Hai's entire vibe. So if that's your thing, then maybe you'll enjoy this one. Or maybe you won't.

Here's a link to the main playlist in case you weren't aware there was one. [x]

[corvidcrowned]

hnnghgh. Cold caseee…..

[damage-incorp0rated]

made progress with language lessons and got my first ZERO PERCENT SCORE because i'm really bad at grammar apparently

[dandelion--darling]

I looovvveeeeeee finding fucked fanart by complete chance and then it inspires a whole fanfic plot in my brain... imagination is amazing

[whumpy-wyrms]

me craving the most hyper-specific whump scenario and not finding it anywhere and realizing that it’s JUST TLLR. IT’S PART OF YOUR SERIES, JAY!!! IF YOU WANNA READ THOSE SCENARIOS, WRITE YOUR DAMN SERIES!!!!

[barrysbaby]

Why do icons take a lot of time to make like omg

[shiawasekai]

I feel I've been upping my (drawn) hair game lately. Let's see how this turns out once I'm done tho

[sodacowboy]

okay lmao

[steampoweredskeleton]

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[rawme-price]

A small pt 3 of food aggressive simon and reader :)

it was meant to be a joke, youre sure, but its a cruel sort of thing to joke about.

you and simon are in the gym, hes sparing with some other soldiers and ur on the treadmill. you dont work out often, it brings back unpleasant memories, but its too damn hot out to walk right now and youve been feeling restless. thus, treadmill and eavesdropping on simon. its been months since ur new lunch sharing tradition started, and youd like to consider him a friend.

which makes it all the worse when you hear "damn ghost, i dont remember you being this big. maybe we should keep an eye on those lunches, eh?"

simon doesnt react, but you have to catch urself from eating shit on the treadmill when u froze, horrified. you suddenly really dont want to exercise, and although no one else can see it youve learned to recognize the subtly tensing of muscles along ghosts back. you stride over, lips pursed, and gently lay a hand on ghosts forearm "hey, you ready to go? i need to get those papers turned in."

you dont ask if he's alright, it would be pointless.

except, next lunch, its like all the progress you made is out the window. hes hunched over, shoveling food into his mouth, warily glancing at you every second. you purse your lips, not reaching for him but wanting to help. "simon," he doesnt react, "simon, stop for a second." you try again, hand coming to rest on the table, but not straying close. still, he flinches away, taking the plate too.

"simon, im not gonna take your food." you say, direct and pointed. you cant afford to dance around the subject with him. "im serious. can you just look at me? tell me if i did anything to make you anxious? did...did i accidentally hurt you?"

his eyes widen, sitting up straight "no! no its not-" he rushes out, pausing to sort his thoughts. "i just. you heard what they said." he finally settles on, you know exactly who hes talking about. "i thought...youd probably agree. i know i take too much."

you let out a pained whine, unable to stop it, and simon finally looks at you. your vision blurs with tears, but you reach out to cup his face anyways "simon. listen to me. you are never too much, you hear me? you deserve to eat as much as you want. you deserve to enjoy your food." youre properly crying now, overwhelmed. "you deserve to feel safe, okay?"

simon doesnt look away, but his face scrunches up and he nods. "...okay." you nod, a thumb coming out to wipe away a tear from his cheek. "i mean it, simon. food isnt something you earn, its not something people can take from you. you deserve it, and anyone who says otherwise i will personally beat the shit out of."

that earns a chuckle, simon glances away, picks his plate up, and slowly takes a bite. "...as if you could." he retorts, trying (and failing) to subtly wipe his tears.

"for you? i could do it easily" you retort.

[springcatalyst]

HEEHEE

[chevxyn]

for your eyes only

when sae publicized your relationship with him on instagram, social media flooded with comments; some hateful, some supportive— but out of all of it, one comment stands out the most.

@_user : sae dating sm1 is so random tbh (not hating on the partner tho, they’re fine asf) but like THE sae itoshi dating in general????

oh, how they don’t know; you’re the only one that kept him grounded— way before he became an midfielder; when he still dreamt of becoming the best striker.

you were there, with rin; admiring him, “sae! that was amazing!” your loud childlike voice filled his ears as he groaned, “[nickname], you don’t have to yell.”

“but it iss!! rin! did you saw that?!” rin nodded, a cute small smile plastered on his face— and sae just let a small sigh, “mm, okay.” he muttered and blinked.

when he told you he was going to spain, you were happy; especially with the fact that he’s going to be able to chase his dreams into a different level.

at that time he was in the airport, as his parents was busy talking with yours— he looked at you, and took your hand; “wait for me.” is what his gentle voice said.

“.. okay,” you gave a smile at that, and you slid something in his hand, “i heard that lucky charms work.” his eyes glimmered for a second— looking at you and nodded.

“aww!” your mother took a photo of the two of you and a heated feeling raised to your cheeks as you waved the two of your hands, in response you whined; embarrassed.

the years passed— as you graduated, you went to spain; with the purpose of having a holiday; aswell as surprising sae after one of his games.

when you saw him once more in the court, you were surprised as he played in the midfielder position; sure it has been a while and you didn’t catch up with his news.

but you really thought he’d stick to his plan on becoming the best striker— so as the game progressed with the result of a win, you tried to get time with him.

unfortunately, cause he was a player; and you can’t just say to the main security that you’re a friend that wants to surprise him, you gave up after 20 minutes.

but, before you could go away— a voice stopped your legs from moving; “[name]?” the voice you could only hear on facetime, in calls— but never in reality.

behind that security guard you’ve been trying to bypass, there he was; standing there— small droplets of cold sweat in his forehead as he froze looking at you; he never thought you’d be here.

he went pass the guard as you stood infront of him, and before you could open your mouth— he embraced you, without any warnings or anything to say, he just took you by the shoulder and pulled you into his arms.

you’re beyond surprised; but you didn’t pull away and held him back. as the security guard slowly retreats from the area, giving the two of you space.

“what was that for?” you muttered, as he slowly pulled away from the hug— sae finally realizing what he had done; he broke the contact between the two of you.

he had went to japan a few weeks ago, after a small conflict with rin, he tried to find you, but he never had the chance to meet you at that time; and decided that he’ll just have to meet you in a day where he’d have a break.

he didn’t expect you’d to be here, he has only seen your face in face time, and now that he’s seen it again— god, you looked more attractive than the injustice of the screen he was used to see you from.

he wasn’t even thinking anymore, the moment he saw you from afar as you feud with the security guard— his mind was in control of his body; and it turned into this awkward moment of him hugging you.

and as he froze in that moment; you immediately dismissed what you had asked, “nevermind. anyways, surprise! i know, it’s shocking,” you chuckled, “it’s been years and then suddenly when i got here, you’re not expecting it and���“

“i missed you.” his voice came through and you blinked, “i missed you too.” you said, giving a smile to him. “when did you get here?” as he asked that, “yesterday night.”

“you could’ve called me.” you feigned offense to that, “and let you come to the airport at 11:37 pm? no way.” and he sighed, looking around— “are you hungry?”

and from there, he took you to a well known restaurant; at first the atmosphere was awkward, after all— it has been a while since the two last saw each other in person, but as the moment passed with small conversations; you finally asked.

“so, you’re playing midfield now?” hearing that, he let out a hesitant nod, and you frowned. “why? i thought it was your dream to become the best striker?” as he heard those words came out of your mouth, he sighed.

“you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, it was just surprising cause you didn’t mention it in any of our facetimes.” from there, is when he finally talked; head looking down, “there are better players than me.” is all he said.

hearing that, you just let a small smile and took his hand on the table, which his eyes reverted itself back to yours. “well whatever your dream may be now, i’ll still support it regardless.” he thought you’d be disappointed in him— have the same fit that rin had, but no.

right— that’s the reason he adored you anyways.

so from that small declaration, is when they started to be closer; as the days passed— he told you to cancel your hotel plans to just stay over at his, and that is where you saw where the ‘lucky charm’ went, that is to his house keys.

your heart warmed everytime you remember that, who would’ve known? even after all those years, he still kept the stupid keychain you got in the market as a lucky charm.

and at that night in the couch as the two of you watched a romcom, he asked you— “couldn’t you stay here?” your heart raced in that moment, how could it not?

the words froze in your throat as you tried to open your mouth but couldn’t let it out, “you’ve already graduated, noone is gonna hold you back.” he said as if it’s the easiest thing ever.

“stay here with me.” god, what are you gonna do with this man? and with all that facade he had in the public, how could he act like this infront of you, is it cause he’s your bestfriend?

but you did plan into leaving the country, to go to somewhere else. you just never thought of it being in spain, “uh— that’s a wonderful offer but i have to go home, i—“ you can’t even process the next words to give to him as it was unable to form.

“.. [nickname],” that name escaped his mouth once more, “i like you.” as he said that, your heart couldn’t take it anymore and you felt it as if it exploded, your face heating up as his stayed still.

atleast, on the outside— inside, his heart was not doing great. it was as if he had just ran the whole 90 minutes game; he didn’t even know why he confessed to you here and now. he should’ve just done it thru text; is what he thought.

vulnerability, that’s what he was experiencing on the inside— something that noone could get out of him, nobody but you.

©chevxyn — thank you for the support.

[oceantornadoo]

Could you maybe write a fic for Simon pursuing a reader who has no experience despite being in her early 20s?

(disclaimer: this ask said early 20s but i didn't really focus on that exact age for reality and inclusivity purposes)

you like to think you're a pretty calm person. have to be, for the kind of work you do - can't be a hothead when you're dealing with hundreds of other hotheads (a.k.a. military men). that environment, seeing the vicious effects of too much testosterone and loyalty to those who don't deserve it, has led you to this predicament. a lack of experience with men. all the ones you've met are loud or self-absorbed and your work is so time-consuming so that when you've found yourself at this precipice, you realize you have no experience to guide you. only a few drunk kisses and one teenage crush to act as the map for the journey you're about to take.

it was odd, how easily you fell into simon riley. he duped you into your first date, calling it a celebratory post-mission dinner when in reality, he'd had the reservations for weeks. it progressed smoothly from there: coffee and ice cream and a scary movie you didn't want to see alone. a few weeks later and you let him into your sacred apartment, a couch no man had ever sat on. he was so respectful, soft words and light touches to get you comfortable with him.

you intrigued simon. it was like befriending a stray cat; one wrong move and he'd be out in the hall. he'd asked around (a.k.a. asked johnny) and found out you'd never dated anyone on base. not surprising, he hadn't either, but your skittish nature led him to believe you'd never dated anybody. you were comfortable with men, sure, but you'd never made any moves on simon despite seeming to like him so much. if he were a less confident man, he would think you weren't interested, but it was in the way your eyes lingered on him, the glances you shot him when you thought he wasn't looking. he decided a conversation was necessary to clear the air so he didn't keep handling you like a bomb that could go off any second.

the two of you were watching footie, a bowl of popcorn in the middle. your hands brushed occasionally as you ate, your knee touching his, but nothing further. simon was well practiced in restraint, and he would wait as long as he needed to, but he felt like he was operating blind, no night vision goggles in sight. "love." it was like flipping a switch. you jumped up, snatching the popcorn bowl and murmuring something about supplying a refill even though it was more than halfway full. he let you have your freakout in the kitchen, giving you time to collect your thoughts. finally, you came back ten minutes later, hand shaking slightly as you put the bowl back down, which was decidedly not full. "can i ask you somethin'?" his hand gripped your knee before you could get up again, settling you back on the couch. your eyes were wide, searching his at a rapid speed as you tried to figure out what he was asking.

"w-what?" he started stroking your knee slowly, thumb brushing over the fabric of your sweats. he didn't answer right away, letting the rhythm of his thumb calm you until your shoulders dropped a fraction. "do i scare y'?" he murmured in a low tone. your shoulders dropped completely, your head collapsing on the couch behind you. you figured it was time to have this talk anyways. "no, it's nothing like that. i trust you, si." he nodded, checking a question off his list. his thumb was still stroking you, the motion anchoring you to the moment. "did someone hurt y'? before me?" you shook your head. "no, it's nothing like that. i just-" you cut yourself off, biting your lip. you chanced a glance at simon, his face open and patient. "i just don't have a lot of experience with men. and it makes me nervous, thinking i'll do something wrong." simon nodded in understanding. "'s while y're so jumpy. how much experience?" you muttered your answer too low for him to hear. "wot?" ugh. "none." oh. oh.

simon was rewriting scripts in his head. no experience was not what he was expecting, but it didn't put him off. if anything, he felt honored you picked him to give you experience. "doesn't matter, love. we can go 's slow as you want. just gotta tell me what y' want." your hand covered his on your knee. "i want you, si. i just don't know how to show it." he squeezed your knee. "trust me?" you nodded instantly. suddenly, you were being moved, strong hands around your waist dragging you into simon's lap. he arranged you into a straddle, setting you back on the middle of his thighs. simon didn't want to give you the wrong idea by putting you on his cock so soon. there was time.

"ya ever kiss anyone?" you gave him a small smile. "not sober. none that i really remember." he laughed, the feeling vibrating through his chest down to his thighs. it was exhilarating, being so close to him and not being scared. you were still nervous, sure, but there was less expectation hanging over your head now that you had talked. "c'mere. we'll take it slow. close your eyes." he sat up a little, a hand on your hip preventing you from being jostled. you closed your eyes obediently, lips parting slightly with the exhale of your breath. you could feel his body heat come closer. he brushed his lips against yours, pulled back, and then gave you a real kiss.

you weren't sure what to do. you had listened to enough advice podcasts to know you shouldn't use any tongue, but that was it. his lips were soft, if a bit chapped, pressing against yours deliciously. he felt so close, so intimate, and you pushed back against him, just a little. it melted your heart a little as he pushed back, warm and willing. your hands instinctively dove into his hair, finally feeling those strands you'd been dreaming about. it went on and on, experimenting with little licks and bites as you got more confident. unfortunately, the more passionate you became, the less air in your lungs. you pulled back with a gasp.

"fuck." his lips were swollen and red, his hair sticking up at all angles. ravished. "good?" he asked, licking his lips. you nodded. "can we do it again?" the eagerness would have made you cringe if you didn't want it so much. "yeah, baby, anytime you want. c'mere."

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i hope i did this justice!! my first kiss was terrible but i was also 14 so i think it would be better with an experienced man lol