#me; i need to make it simple. me in the end:

[wonluhver]

Mingyu Focus

M = Content Warnings for Smut

! = Personal All Time Favs.

Red Card [M] - smut/fluff, non-idol au, 80s au (aesthetics only), childhood friends to lovers, oneshot.

Mingyu's been there through everything. From childhood to now. What happens when he gets hurt and someone else has to step in and play the hero?

! Clarity [M] - bf's best friend mingyu, (awkward) acquaintances to lovers, the other side of the f2l trope, angst, smut, you could say there's a drizzle of fluff, one shot. side of bad bf!jungkook.

Mingyu doesn't want to pay you any mind. To him, you're just another girl that'll get her heart broken by his dumb best friend.

Why would he care, right? He shouldn't care about the crying sounds he hears from his bedroom when his friend stands you up for the girl he's actually in love with. And he shouldn't be getting close to you. He shouldn't dread the day his friend decides to end things with you and bring someone else home. He shouldn't be wishing to have met you first.

! Save the Date [M] - smut, fluff, angst, frenemies to lovers, oneshot.

5 weddings in one year. 5 dates you saved for you and your boyfriend to attend — before he cheated. and now, you had to force your best friend, vernon, to go with you. but after losing a bet, mingyu agrees to take vernon’s place and be your date. this wasn’t how any of this was supposed to go, but you guess you could settle going with your only one-night-stand from college.

Theories and Heartstrings [M] - Neighbours AU! Fake Dating AU! (but only one is fake dating. It’ll make sense when you read it, lol). Non-Idol AU!. angst, fluff, smut. completed series.

As a writer with a mildly cynical take on love, you’ve always believed people have a “type”—a pattern they never stray from when it comes to dating. And Kim Mingyu? He’s the textbook definition of someone who wouldn’t go for someone like you, nor would you go for him. But you test your theory when a fateful run-in with your charming neighbour sparks an unexpected attraction.

The plan? Go on dates with him and count how many it takes before your heart gets involved—if it ever does. But Mingyu is unpredictable, effortlessly breaking down your carefully constructed walls with every smile, every late-night conversation, every moment that feels too easy to be just an experiment.

The real problem? Secrets never stay secrets for long. And when Mingyu finds out the truth behind your so-called theory, will it prove you right, or that love doesn’t follow the rules you thought it did?

! Again and Again [M] - exes, fake dating, mutual pining, idol!gyu, vet!reader, mild angst, fluff, smut, oneshot.

your mother calls one day, asking if you’re bringing mingyu along for chuseok this year. in your panic, you end up giving her an affirmative—never mind the fact that you and mingyu have stopped seeing each other over half a year ago.

Covert Desires - spy au, mafia, enemies to lovers, fake marriage, mutual pining, spies, angst, fluff, killing, oneshot.

he mission is simple - infiltrate a high-stakes auction that the top leaders, businessmen, women, and politicians of the world attend every year and steal one of the most highly guarded and hidden-away paintings from the target’s collection. the only downside, you had to work with kim mingyu, whom you absolutely hated. and to make it even worse, you had to pretend to be his wife for this mission to work.

! Challenge me [M] - College!Au, porn with plot(s), crack, OT13 x afab!Reader (mingyu/scoups focused), smut. unfinished series.

you have never been a person to turn down a challenge, but when your best friend challenges you to hook up with 13 boys in one semester you kinda wish you were.

Wicked Games [M] - angst, fluff, smut (18+), bartender mingyu, friends to rebound fucking, no strings attached (fwb to lovers), mingyu/wonwoo focused. unfinished (? i think) series - still ongoing.

Kim Mingyu came into your life at a time when you needed a friend the most. And that he was: a friend that you could confide in and laugh together, share your secrets with and perhaps, share a burden that was too similar to his.

Kitty Claws - a svt spiderman x jujutsu kaisen au, spiderman!mingyu, blackcat!reader, lots of banter, mild fighting scenes = mentions of blood and injuries !!, fluff with angst if you squint. oneshot.

being a superhero isn't as easy as it seems, and it's even harder when you're notorious supervillain black cat with a past threatening to catch up with you and a pesky spider that won't leave you alone.

Get Him Back [M] - lead guitarist!kim mingyu x lead singer!fem!reader, romance, angst, smut (oral sex, unprotected sex (please stay safe irl!), wall sex, angry sex, overstimulation, dirty talk), exes to lovers au, band au, oneshot.

years after your messy breakup that broke up the band, you and mingyu are forced back together for a reunion tour—and the public can’t get enough of your chemistry. on stage, you’re electric, but backstage it’s all snide comments, heated arguments, and mingyu slipping in petty lyric changes just to piss you off. you’re not sure what’s worse: how much you still hate him or how much you don’t.

What Do I Call You? [M-ish] - college au, idiots friends to lovers au ; angst, fluff, suggestive ? slightly smutty? themes. football player!kim mingyu x fem!college journalist!reader. oneshot.

your best friend is a man of many facets - a creative architecture student, a skilled football player, a wonderful friend and a sought-after lover. not that he'd ever truly glance anyone's way, especially not when his heart has always been set on you.

! Dessert First [M] - baker! mingyu, wedding planner!YN, fluff, smut, angst, exes to lovers, oneshot.

You've got a great life. Your wedding planning business is booming, your clients are great, and you're finally over your ex-boyfriend after years of pining. Or you are, until the universe decides to test if those three things are actually true.

! Lost in the West [M] - fake dating (kind of), friends to lovers, holiday!au | fluff, smut, romance, oneshot.

where your best friend pretends to be your boyfriend for the holidays so you can avoid more nagging from your mother. except your whole family thought you were already dating.

!!! Kim Mingyu's (unhelpful) Guide to Losing your Virginity [M] - smut, fluff, humor, college au, best friends to lovers au, friends with benefits au, oneshot.

after accidentally telling your friends that kim mingyu took your virginity (he didn’t), you’re shocked when he proposes to relieve you of the fabled v-card for good (he does).

! The Very First Night [M] - angst, smut, exes to lovers au, roommates au. oneshot.

the search for a new place to live takes a turn for the worse when the only person willing to split rent with you is your ex-boyfriend

for my best friend who i promised i would post mingyu recs for,, youre welcome. ignore how half of these are exes to lovers, or fake dating to lovers... i'm okay...

other recs

[gukcnt]

TEDDY & SECRETS ⭒ JJK

in which you discover your shy coworker jungkook, has been leaving teddy bears and plushies with questionable notes on your doorstep to confess his secret crush for you

pairing — secret admirer!jungkook x coworker!femreader

genre — workplace au, friends to lovers, mystery elements, slice of life, romantic comedy, lots of fluff

warnings/tags — shy!jungkook, cozy vibes, teddy bear obession, slowburn, confrontation, adorable gestures, romantic notes, nervous confession, stalker vibes turned sweet, happy ending, no warnings because it's literally the cutest shit bfr

wc — 1.1k

a/n — I decided to write this short oneshot quickly because I was craving some fluff, and I haven’t had the urge to write in weeks TT but I hope y'all love this one! <3

m. list

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You’ve always adored teddy bears ever since you were a kid.

Their soft squishy forms always brought you comfort in a way that you couldn’t deny.

They were like your silent friends.

A safe place.

Your apartment was the proof of this obsession—lined with bears and plushies of every size, from a mini one to a massive teddy that takes up half your couch.

At work, you’ve mentioned it during a random talk, gushing about a new bear arrival that you’ve seen at the market.

Apparently someone was listening.

For the past two weeks a new teddy bear has appeared at your doorstep every morning.

Each one unique.

Fluffy pastel ones, simple brown ones, and now you had bears of all unique colors and designs.

The one that stuck out the most

Was the pink polka dotted teddy with a bow tie.

And for some reason it was exactly the one you’ve been eyeing in the market, which confirms that it was someone from your work.

Each teddy came with a note tucked into their paws.

The handwriting was shaky and uneven, almost like the writer's hands trembled while writing.

“You light up my dark” — the first one said.

“I’m closer than you think” — another one.

The one you received yesterday felt like a soft plea.

Like the person sending these was facing a desperation, a need.

“Please notice me”

At first you thought it was a silly prank, maybe a friend teasing you for your love for plushies.

But all your friends denied it and your neighbors—an old couple—obviously weren’t the type to do such things.

The mystery was charming.

A little creepy, yes.

But each bear was tugging at your heart at the same time.

Endearing in some way but making you curious.

Tonight, you're done wondering.

You set an alarm for 3 am, determined to catch the culprit.

You stand by the window, coffee in hand as your eyes scan the quiet street.

The moonlight was the only source of light, your heart racing with anticipation.

After a few minutes or so you see a hooded figure approaching your door with careful steps, and they hold a small teddy bear.

A brown choco colored one with a tiny red bow.

He kneels to place it on your doorstep.

You don’t hesitate and rush to your door, flinging it open.

“Hey!” you shout.

The figure stumbles, and before you could react, he starts running away but you’re quicker, not caring about your bare feet.

You grab hold of his sleeve.

“Who are you? why are you doing this?”

The hood falls, revealing a familiar face—jeon jungkook, your quiet coworker with a shy smile and doe eyes that always seem to find you.

His cheeks are flushed, breaths shaky and he looks like he’d rather be anywhere else.

Almost like he got caught stealing

“jungkook?” you gasp.

“You’re the teddy bear guy?”

He cringes, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Uh… yeah, I—I’m sorry,” he stutters.

“I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

You release his sleeve, stepping back as you cross your arms over your chest.

“What’s with these bears?”

jungkook fidgets, staring at his sneakers like they hold his answers.

“You mentioned it at work. A lot, actually and I thought you’d like them, so I wanted to do something special—“

“But I couldn’t just… approach you.”

Your mind flashes to those coffee break chats and your rants about teddies.

You imagine he’d listened sitting somewhere far.

Nodding quietly, his shy grin hiding how much your words had taken to his heart, valuing your wishes like they were the most precious thing.

“Why didn’t you just… talk to me?” you ask

“I tried talking, I mean. But every time I got near you… I—I don’t know.”

“You’re so…”

He trails off, then mumbles quietly.

“You’re you. And I’m just me.”

Your heart flutters strangely.

jungkook’s always been sweet at work—bringing you coffee when you’re too busy to look after yourself.

Laughing at your dumb jokes.

You never thought much of it, but now looking at his nervous gaze

It clicks.

The notes are starting to make sense.

“The notes,” you say, softly.

“They were about me?”

He swallows hard, eyes flicking up to meet yours.

Doe eyes glassy.

“I’ve liked you—uhm—for a long while actually, and I thought the bears might be… romantic? but then I realized it was probably weird, I didn’t know how to stop without explaining and—“

He rambles and cuts himself off.

He exhales sharply, heart pounding out of his chest.

“I’m an idiot for doing this stupidity.”

You glance at your doorstep, where the brown bear sits, a note in its paw like always.

You pick it up, unfolding the paper.

“I’m scared, but I love you”

Your breath catches, lips parting as jungkook watches you now like he’s waiting for rejection.

You clutch the bear to your chest, heart skipping a beat.

The softness of the bear grounding you just like previous ones given by him.

“jungkook, this isn’t stupid.” you whisper.

A smile on your lips.

“It’s… adorable. Scary at first yes, but adorable.”

“You picked bears because of me?”

He nods.

“I thought they’d make you smile and you always light up when you talk about them.”

“You’re not mad?”

He asked, restless.

His eyes still wide with uncertainty, the fear of rejection still there.

You can't help it—you laugh, shaking your head.

“Oh god, you’re just ridiculous you know that? but I love them, every single one.”

You pause, meeting his gaze.

“And I think maybe… the guy leaving them, too.”

“Really?”

Hope in his voice, along with a slight tremble.

“Really.” you grin.

“Next time, maybe just ask me out instead of leaving stuffed animals in the dark like a little stalker.”

He laughs, a nervous yet joyful sound.

The sound warming you despite standing outside in the cold night air.

“So coffee tomorrow?”

You hum, looking at him while pretending to consider, enjoying teasing him and watching him squirm.

“Is that a yes…?”

His smile fades slightly.

“Depends. Only if you promise to keep leaving me bears.”

jungkook chuckles, the tension calming.

“Sure, but if I bring a bear for every date, you’ll need more space. Think you can handle my teddy bear game?”

His tone now cheeky, his smile bright.

“Bring it on, teddy guy.”

You both share a giggle, and you wonder why you didn’t notice him sooner.

As you invite him inside to escape the cold, you glance at the bear in your arms that you are hugging to yourself even tighter.

And the fluff in your arms feels like the start of something.

A promise

For the future.

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[cinnamon7girl7]

"WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS"

Being married to Satoru Gojo didn’t just mean sharing a bed, a house, or a last name. It meant sharing your life with someone who loved you absurdly — someone who never understood, and never will understand, the concept of boundaries.

You had your own missions.

Your cursed technique.

A well-built life long before you ever met him.

But from the moment you stepped into his world, Satoru decided that no part of you would ever be alone again. Not your exhaustion. Not your hunger. Not even your most simple little preferences.

The first time you said your feet hurt after a mission, a week later you had a high-tech imported massage chair with a smart footrest and a robe with your name embroidered on it.

One night, he canceled a meeting with his clan elders just to come back home, crawl into bed with you, and wrap his arms around you.

—The only urgent thing on my schedule is you —he whispered, without even taking off his coat.

His gestures were constant, subtle... and sometimes incredibly ridiculous.

Other times, if he found out you’d had a rough night, he’d wake you up with a breakfast cooked by private chefs in his kitchen.

Once, he spent over six million dollars just so you could see snow on your birthday for the first time… in the middle of August.

He had an entire climate-control system installed at one of his properties in Dubai, imported realistic artificial snow from Japan, and had a fake alpine village built in the garden.

The team helping him included meteorologists, movie set designers, and a group of dancers dressed as penguins who showed up at the end with an igloo-shaped cake.

—You said you wanted “pretty snow, like in the movies” —he told you with a proud grin, while you cried in your thermal robe and bunny-ear slippers.

—And I want every birthday of yours to be better than the last. So… get ready.

If he noticed you were quiet or down, he would shut down five floors of a luxury shopping mall just so you could walk around in peace, no crowds, no noise.

—The world’s being annoying today, babe. So no world. Just you… and the window displays —he’d say, carrying your bags like they weighed nothing.

Sometimes he even paid millions so that an amusement park would open just for the two of you for one night. Not because you loved the rides… but because you told him you’d never been to one as a kid. That night, he let you ride the Ferris wheel a thousand times, just to see you laugh.

And if he noticed you were happy… he gave you even more reasons to be.

Once, he hired Chanel’s head designer to make you a custom dress in less than 24 hours, just because you said “nothing I have fits for tonight’s dinner.”

Another time, he decorated an entire room just because he heard you say “I need a space just for me.” You didn’t say anything when you saw the library with new shelves, the aroma diffuser, the soft blanket on the perfect chair. You just hugged him.

—You deserve to be comfortable. Always. I don’t like that you’re unhappy in our little home because… I want to give you that. All of it —he said.

By “little home” he meant, of course, his modest three-story mansion with a Japanese garden, heated pool, and a walk-in closet that looked like it came out of a fashion magazine.

Because for him, the size of the place didn’t matter if you didn’t feel at peace there. And if that meant gifting you an entire tower just for yourself, he would do it again without hesitation.

Not even when he replaced all the chairs in the private cinema because you once mentioned that velvet irritated you. The next day, the furniture was soft leather, with cashmere blankets and a sound system that made you feel inside the movie.

Not even when he ordered croissants from Paris, flown in by private jet, because you joked that “nothing tastes the same since I came back from my trip.”

You didn’t question it when he planted a whole garden of flowers that only bloom at night, you said nothing. He just took your hand one early morning and led you outside, under the moon, to show it to you.

Or when he had a perfume made that smelled exactly like your freshly washed hair. He didn’t tell you. He just wore it one night when he had to travel, and when you hugged him, you felt your own scent wrap around you like an invisible ribbon.

Not even when he reserved a planetarium just for the two of you and rearranged the constellations to spell your name.

—Because there’s no star I find more beautiful than you, darling —he said, in a voice so soft you almost didn’t hear him.

And he meant it.

Not out of obligation, but as a personal desire —and you knew you couldn’t stop him. Not even when he bought you 10 identical pairs of Louboutin heels just because “he didn’t know which color you liked more.”

Not even when he bought a private island just because you said you wanted to “sunbathe without hearing people talking nearby.” He furnished the whole place in two days, with exclusive chefs, an endless bar, and a 3-meter-wide bed just so you could sleep like a queen.

And much less when he installed a heating system in your studio because you said, half asleep, “I hate when my feet get cold while I’m working.”

One night, while the city lights shone through the tall windows of his office, Satoru was reviewing papers with a half-finished glass beside him.

His phone vibrated on the desk. He answered without hurry, without even looking at the number.

—Gojo?

—Mr. Gojo, good evening —said the voice on the other end—. We’re calling to confirm a transaction attempting to process from your joint account with Mrs. Gojo. The amount is four million seven hundred thousand dollars. Do you authorize it?

He smiled, leaning back in his chair.

—Of course I do.

—Are you sure?

—If she’s the one buying it, don’t even ask me.

And he hung up with that calm of his, as if approving a multimillion-dollar purchase was as easy as breathing.

Because for Satoru, it didn’t matter what it was. If it was for you, it was always worth it.

One afternoon you came back from an exhausting mission. Everything hurt, you didn’t want to talk, just sleep.

But when you opened the door, you found something that left you speechless.

Lilies.

White lilies. Blue lilies. Oriental lilies, in big and small vases, marble flower pots, crystal bowls, and even in a teacup on the table.

There were petals on the stairs, tall stems in the corners, bouquets gently swaying with the breeze from the open windows.

The scent was delicate, enveloping. Familiar.

You walked among them with wide eyes, your heart racing, as if you had been transported to another world. In every corner, a small note:

“Here I took your hand for the first time.” “Here I realized I never wanted to let go.” “Here I knew you were my home.”

Satoru appeared at the end of the hallway. Smiling, without glasses, messy hair, wearing a light blue shirt half unbuttoned.

—Happy anniversary of the first “click” —he said—. I don’t remember what we ate that day… but I perfectly remember how your hand fit in mine.

And since then, I haven’t stopped wanting to repeat it.

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

So you did the only logical thing: you threw yourself into his arms, among lilies, among notes with memories, and surrounded by the scent of a kind of love money can’t buy.

He held you like always: as if you were the only thing he’d ever let fall.

I’ll be posting a long feed about Streamer!Gojo tomorrow, so hope you enjoy this one for now!

[happyk44]

[Text ID: 1. Most of us think about love as something that happens to us. We fall. We get crushed.

But what I like about this study is how it assumes that [highlight] love is an action. [end highlight]

2. love really just is *sharing blankets* *driving together in silence* *this song made me think of you* *I made them for you* *having the most fun just talking* *cold hands warm hearts* *I got home safe* *you said you needed one so I found one for you*

3. I like to cook; I like to sew. They’re peaceful things, and they’re an expression of caring.

4. He loves history. He wanted to write a biography of John Quincy Adams. I, shamefully, knew almost nothing about John Quincy Adams, so I went online and bought every biography of him I could find. One day, he called me, claiming that we wouldn’t work out long term. He said he loved me but that we had different interests. [highlight] “What does love mean to you?” [end highlight] I said. “That’s an impossible question,” he replied. I, however, find love to be quite simple. Love is the stack of biographies on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end.

5. My dad was eating pistachios so I reached my hand out and he just started peeling them and giving them to me. Then suddenly went “I really hope you find someone who loves you a lot” and I went “enough to peel my pistachios for me?” And he laughed and said “yeah exactly” before carrying on giving me more

6. you save me half a bag of skins, the hard parts, my fav, dusted orange with hot

7. you make us tacos with shells I like and you don’t

8. No, baby, that was great, just let me hold you know. Let me run out, it’ll just take a second. I’ll be back before you know it, and then you won’t have to wait until morning. Sure, I’ll look at it right now. It’s no trouble. Sure, I can wait. Just let me know when you’re ready, we can go. Sure, I’ll come over and bring my tools. I don’t mind. Sure, I have time [highlight] I always have time for you. Sure, whatever you need. [end highlight] Whatever you need.

9. I hear my voice repeating what I used to say to my husband: Love is action, I used to say to him

/end ID]

love as action

mandy len catron / @sweetnd / joan didion / julia nicole camp / @honey-fire / danez smith / s. bear bergman / marie howe

[satoruslovey]

*ੈ✩˚Sukuna×wife!reader ₊˚⊹ᰔ

In which the king of curses answers all the questions about his appearance which his pretty little wife is curious about

Sunlight pours in through the tall windows in slanted lines, gilding the dark wood floors in gold. The scent of incense curls through the air,faintly floral, warm. It’s quiet. Still. No curses clawing at the gates. No sorcerers to dismember. No blood. No chaos. Just peace, rare and almost too fragile for a place like this.

And in the heart of that stillness lies him, Ryomen Sukuna. The King of Curses. Slayer of Thousands. Terror of the Heian Era.

No one really knows how someone like you ended up with him.Perhaps,no one would dare to question,not when they know he walks beside you like a living calamity, draped in silk and menace -- in all his glory.

But when he rests his head in your lap, eyes closed, breath steady,

you think the answer might be simple-

he lets you stay.

And more than that

he listens.

"Hmm...I was thinking about something Ryo", you say softly,as you comb your fingers through his hair.

One of his four eyes peek open as it looks up at you,

"What is it woman?" He says

"your hair...do you dye it?" You ask, gentle amused.

"it's natural" he says.

“Burn the ends sometimes,” he admits, begrudgingly. “Makes it darker.”

You hum. “So you do cursed hair rituals. You're adorable.”

"You’re insufferable.”

Still, he doesn’t move. His head remains pillowed on your thighs like it was made to be there.

You reach down to brush a finger along the edge of the hard plate which lays on his face , covering his cheek and eyes,

“And this? Demon jewelry? Ancient warlord fashion?”

"Cursed armor, it's bound to me".

"Very on brand for you, I must say" you tease,

"you're getting brave"

"am I? will you do something about it?"

His jaw flexes as he says, "you wanna find out?"

All he receives is another giggle,

"alright, now tell me, why have I never seen you with a beard? Don't you grow one?",

He doesn’t open his eyes. Just exhales through his nose like you’ve asked the most offensive question imaginable.

“Because I shave,” he mutters.

“You shave? Like… regularly?”

“Do you think my face stays smooth by divine will alone?”

You blink. Then grin.

“Honestly, yes.”

"shut up"

“Fine, fine,” you say, running a finger along the markings on his chest. “These? Tattoos. Are they real?”

“Those are my markings,some are carved. Some were born with me. Some are my power.”

You blink, "you carved them yourself?"

"mmm, no one else was worthy enough to touch me"he grumbles.

"so dramatic"

"Okay what about your hair cut? Who cuts it? Do you go to like a cursed salon,can I come next tim-"

His eyes snap open,all four of them. Sharp. Burning.

“That’s it.” His voice is low, dangerous, and entirely too calm. “Enough questions, woman.”

You grin like you’ve won something. “Aw, did I reach the limit?”

“You passed it. Three questions ago.”

“But you were answering.”

“I was tolerating. There’s a difference.”

He shifts,sudden, fluid, and predatory,until it’s you on your back, and he’s above you now, eyes narrowed like a storm about to break.

“And now,” he murmurs, voice a velvet threat, “you’re going to be quiet.”

You blink up at him, smiling sweetly.

“What if I’m not?”

He bares his teeth.

“Then I’ll give you something better to do with that mouth.”

Yeah that's enough questions for today. Not that you would mind-

A/n- These are questions I would personally ask him , it's 4 am I need to sleep, but tell me how this is?🧍🏻‍♀️also this isn't edited-

[crow-caller]

Papercraft is so fun and simple (unless it's not). But I mean, you can just Do It with no fancy tools. Paper and glue and scissors, like, children's arts and crafts supplies is all you need. I got a huge stack of fancy papers and markers and such but I'm in deep.

I'd really like to do a tutorial on it someday, or like, i really think I could irl run a workshop. It takes me a few hours for most pieces but I'm usually multitasking or going elaborate....

I first started papercraft because I was in a painting class in senior year of HS and I suuuuucked at it. I cant figure out "light" or "shading", so while I did assignments, I never really made anything good and often finished early. One day I made my first son

Then most days I would make a new child during the class. My teacher liked them. I did it instead of painting by the end— for our final, I presented them to the class instead of paintings, and they were hung for the final art show (hung. Floating. Ominous...) . I got an A-

I do way more complex stuff now, but not really. I'm just more willing to go multimedia or spend longer— i still am cutting by eye, arranging pieces until they look right, and doing whatever. Really cool art format, low barrier of entry because you can always just cut another piece of paper until it looks right ♡ nothing is glued until it's glued and even that can be undone.

(my gallery website here)

[truth-shifts]

No one asked

BUT

🧟‍♂️ The Walking Dead 🧟‍♂️

Simple Man - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Daryl, Hannah, Negan, and my pets Sabbath and Phantom

My combat ability, How people and animals feel safe and comfortable with me, My style (a necessity during the end of the world as I’m sure you know)

No but I can kick a grown man’s ass black widow style at the gigantuous height of 5’4"

I’m excellent at fighting, especially with a sniper on a machete. I’m the best scavenger in the group, it’s like I can smell where all the good shit is hiding. People trust me easily so I can diffuse arguments or even get the enemy to trust me and then break shit apart from the inside.

18 at my first shift

Daryl, my man, found me on the brink of death in the woods while we still lived at the quarry. It was about a week ish before Rick showed up. He’d never admit it at the time but he was so worried about me, he’d watch my breathing while I rested but would still check my heartbeat every few minutes just to make sure I was ok.

Pre-apocalypse it was the original flavour Mother energy drinks, during outbreak it was water cause we had nothing else, and at Alexandria I always steal apples from the pantry to make apple juice

I journal or draw, Play acoustic guitar if we have one, Talk with my friends, Annoy the men (specifically Daryl and Joel), Play fetch with my dog, Hangout with the animals (usually the goats or the ducks cause they’re funny)

Pre-apocalypse: Whenever Negan and I would play video games on the couch, Lucille always cheering me on as we both trash talk Negan, covering his eyes to help me, distracting him with a kiss and making all of us laugh in the process or When I would show up at Negan’s place in the middle of the night after my parents fought again and no matter how tired he was, he always read me books until I fell asleep, making sure I was safe and comfortable. So basically anytime I was at Negan’s and my life felt normal, away from my parents. Post-Apocalypse: Finding Hannah and Negan again after being seperated for months/years (Negan was short lived but still) or Negan waking up in the infirmary after the saviours war, trying to speak but he can’t so he signs “I love you”, the only piece of sign language he remembers from when I tried to teach him 6 years earlier. or Kissing Daryl for the first time and watching this 36 year old man blush and stutter afterwards. or Finding the group again after the fall of the prison, daryl and I running to each other and hugging while whispering thanks to a god neither of us truly believe in.

My hair is pretty long so I plait it so it’s out of the way, or just a simple messy bun (Photo at the bottom)

I collect patches and pins for my bags, I collect daggers and other cool knives, I keep a collection of Polaroids, I collect DVD’s, CD’s, and Vinyl Records (in Alexandria), and I collect marvel trading cards (like how Ellie collected savage starlight cards in tlou)

Spring cause the vibrancy and the flowers make the world look less dull, it reminds me of the old world

Quarry: sitting on the edge of the quarry with my legs dangling, my back against a tree as I journal. Farm: if you’re standing in front of the house looking out over the paddock, there’s a tree swing on the right hand side of the property and it’s surrounded by daisies and little purple flowers. Prison: I cleared out the guards room in the prison and it had an old leather couch with some old mixtapes and a radio, I brought in books and now only me and a few people have keys to it, like our own little hide out hole. Alexandria: On the roof of our house or in the Rabbit enclosure for cuddles, or with the baby horses, goats, cows if it’s breeding season. There’s also a field of flowers not too far outside the walls that I go to for when I need to recharge from people completely.

Gabriel, Spencer, Abraham when he’s in his me of his moods

Vanilla girl till I’m DEAD

⟡ questions to answer as your dr self ⊹ ₊˚

here is a part 2! ໒꒰ྀི ๑ ´ ˘ ` ू ꒱ྀིა

1. what’s a song that reminds you of your s/o?

2. who makes you the happiest?

3. what are 3 things you like about yourself?

4. do you have specific powers / abilities?

5. what are your skills?

6. how old are you?

7. how did you meet your s/o?

8. what’s your favorite drink?

9. what do you like to do when your bored?

10. favorite memory you have?

11. how do you usually style your hair?

12. do you like collecting stuff? if so, what is it?

13. what is your favorite season?

14. what’s your favorite spot to relax?

15. who is someone you don’t like?

16. favorite scent?

[wcnderlnds]

waste the night ★ choi su-bong (thanos)

・❥・ summary: all it takes is one night, one simple choice and your life changes forever meeting a handsome stranger along the way. ・❥・word count: 2.4k ・❥・warnings: 18+, mdni. unprotected sex, dirty talk, rough sex, choking. swearing, drug mentions, usual squid game stuff. ・❥・authors note: this might be rubbish idk but i wanted to write something anyway so i'm posting and vanishing into the night <3

The small rectangle card lay on the bar in front of you, the symbols on it glaring at you, taunting you. When the guy in the suit had approached you, your first instinct was to walk away — stranger danger and all of that. But, when he offered you the card, mentioning there’d be a big cash prize if you took part and won, you had immediately snatched it from his hands. What really could be the harm in it? Play a few games and win some money. It didn’t sound too hard and you really needed the money. Life hadn’t been the kindest to you lately and it was safe to say you were at rock bottom. 

For the last few weeks, you’d been staying on your friend’s couch. After catching your partner cheating on you, you had immediately packed your bags and left. On top of that, you had recently been laid off from your job so you had no income. You were homeless and jobless – legitimately at rock bottom. Your days were spent feeling sorry for yourself, trying to pick up the pieces of your broken life.

But this card? This was an opportunity to turn things around.

“Can I buy you a drink, Senorita?” The deep voice drew you from your thoughts, your head turning to see a purple haired guy leaning on the bar beside you. He wore a bright green shirt, tattoos covered his hands and arms, his purple hair a flat mess on his head but he still remained the best looking guy in the place.

“Sure, why not?” You shrugged your shoulders.

“What’s your poison?”

“Espresso Martini.”

The man wasted no time in calling the bartender over and ordering your drink. You couldn’t deny how good it felt that someone had taken such an interest in you to even want to buy you one. It had been so long since it had happened. Maybe he was just being kind, taking pity on you but the way his eyes raked over your body told you a different story. He was interested. He didn't even need to say it, his eyes did it for him. Those dark brown eyes that anyone could easily get lost in. 

“Names Thanos, by the way,” he grinned, handing your drink over to you. It didn’t go amiss the way his fingers grazed yours, sending sparks through your body.

“Thanos?” You snickered. “Really?”

“Yeah. You don’t know me?”

“Should I?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you remember who I am by the end of the night.”

Usually, a comment like that would be an immediate turn off but there was something about this man that intrigued you. There was no doubt he was trouble but you were drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. When was the last time you’d ever felt like that? It had to have been years so a little indulgence wouldn’t hurt. The attention was nice, needed even. Being cheated on had made you feel insecure, like you weren’t enough but here was this handsome guy showering you with the attention that you sorely craved. It didn’t have to mean anything and it wouldn’t. He didn’t seem like the relationship type of guy anyway.

As the night wore on, you got to know him more. He was a rapper – he’d come second on some underground rapping show which you had to admit was pretty impressive. He’d told you about his home life, how his dad was a piece of shit, how much he loved his mom but he was constantly letting her down. You felt for him, you really did. As chaotic as he seemed, deep down he was an okay guy. He seemed to care, he just didn’t like to show it. When you’d told him about your partner, he’d offered to go and beat them up. That had made you laugh. This stranger that you barely knew wanted to fight for your honour, it was enough to make you almost forget how shit you felt.

It was three drinks in when you asked the question that you never thought you’d be asking someone ever again. As you placed your glass back down on the bar, you turned to Thanos, biting your lower lip as seductively as you could, hoping that he’d get the message. “Do you want to get out of here?”

His eyes lit up instantly. “Fuck yeah, I do. My place is just around the corner.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Thanos grabbed your hand, leading you out of the club, the music growing distant as you entered the streets of Seoul. This wasn’t usually your thing. Never had you really had a one night stand but for one night you just wanted to feel wanted. You wanted to feel like you mattered just for a few hours.

The second you entered his front door, he wasted no time in pushing you up against the wall, his lips on yours in a frenzied kiss. There was nothing gentle about it, his hands grabbing at any part of your body he could get to. You tugged at the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and off his head. He followed suit, pulling yours off your body. Then, he was diving back in, his tongue tangling with yours.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot,” he mumbled against yours lips. His hand had now dove inside the shorts you were wearing, fingers sliding along the fabric your panties. It was almost embarrassing how wet you already were but, honestly, you didn’t care. It had been too long.

“Shutup,” you rolled your eyes, your fingers tugging at his hair. “Stop wasting time and fuck me already.”

“Sassy, huh? I’d watch that mouth of yours, Senorita.”

“Or what?”

He smirked at you, pushing your panties to the side and sliding a finger inside you without warning. You groaned at the relief, throwing your head back against the wall as he began to pump his finger in and out of you at speed. He added a second one, his free hand holding your hips which were trying to buck wildly into his hand. “Not so sassy now.”

“Fuck,” you whined. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum.”

“Already? I know I’m good but damn, babe.”

“Oh my God, shutup.”

He curled his fingers, biting down on your neck to leave a mark. He didn’t let up, his fingers pumping into you with expertise. God, he really did know what he was doing. When you’d first laid eyes on him at the bar, you had noticed how nice his hands were and now those long, slender fingers were bringing you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. You felt that familiar feeling pooling, your body tensing signalling that your orgasm was fast approaching just like you’d said. As you were about to cum, he pulled his fingers from you with a shit eating grin.

“See, that’s what happens when you talk back to me,” he clicked his tongue in mock disappointment. He made a show of bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking your juices from his fingers. “Mhm, you taste so good.”

“Thanos.”

“Yeah, Senorita?”

“Come on.”

“I don’t know. You’ve been a sassy little shit. Maybe you should beg for it.” He grabbed your thighs, signalling for you to jump which you did immediately. He carried you to his bedroom. It wasn’t much, pretty bland, actually. A double bed, clothes laid around the place and a few posters here and there. For someone who said he was a rapper, you’d assumed he’d have a big place but this was… small. Maybe he wasn’t all he’d made himself out to be. Not that you cared; after tonight, you’d never see him again.

He threw you down on the bed, laying beside you and pulling you on top of him so you were straddling his lap. “Go on, Senorita, beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you like you want me to and maybe I’ll be kind and give you what you’re craving.”

The urge to roll your eyes was strong but you didn’t, knowing you had to play along to get what you wanted. So, you rolled your hips against his, the friction of his jeans against your panties good but not enough. You could feel him beneath you, hard and ready. It must be killing him to hold back like this. “Thanos, baby, please. Fuck me. I need it so bad. I need you inside me, please.

“That’s a good girl. Not so hard now, was it?” He lifted you off him for a second to pull down his jeans and boxers. His cock sprang up, hard and leaking at the tip. “Go on then. Sit on my dick since you’re so desperate.”

Pushing your panties to the side, you hovered over his cock, gripping him at the base to hold him steady. You positioned him at your entrance, beginning to sink down. The second you felt the tip of his cock breach your entrance, you moaned. He was big, bigger than your ex, that was for damn sure. Once he was fully inside you, he grabbed at your hips, his fingers digging into your skin hard. He hissed, fighting the urge to thrust up into you but before he could, you lifted your hips and slammed back down.

There was nothing gentle about it as you began to bounce on his cock, hard and fast. He slipped out a few times, Thanos having to push himself back inside you. “Fucking hell, princess. You’re so desperate.”

“You’re so deep,” you whined, eyes closing as you focused on the pleasure consuming your entire body. “You feel so good.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to have more so he began to thrust up into you, the sound of your skin smacking together sounding out through the small room. “Yeah, take it, you desperate little thing.”

Holy shit, was this what you’d been missing out on all these years being stuck with your partner? Compared to this, your sex life had been completely boring. The words spilling from Thanos’ mouth were the biggest turn on, the rough way he was grabbing you, giving you exactly what you needed – it was like nothing you’d ever had before.

His hand slid up to your neck, applying a little pressure. Your hips began to falter but that didn’t matter, Thanos was taking the lead now, pounding up into you like a man possessed. The grunts and moans coming from him were making you dizzy… or maybe that was the way he was hammering into you like nobody ever had before. You were definitely going to be sore in the morning but it was so worth it. 

“I’m so fuckin’ close, Senorita. Where do you want it?” He grunted.

“Inside me. Please.” You could barely form words at this point, too consumed by the intense feeling of your orgasm nearing. You could feel yourself tightening around his pistoning cock, your hands scrambling for purchase for something to hold on to.

“Dirty girl,” he panted, his fingers around your throat tightening a little. It was one more thrust up into you that triggered both your orgasms. You cried out his name, his hand on your hip holding you still as he emptied himself deep inside you.

As the waves of your release subsided, you collapsed on top of him, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath back. Silence filled the room, only your heavy breaths filling the space. When your brain finally came back to you, you climbed off him, getting to your feet. You scrambled around to find your shirt, Thanos laying on the bed, vape in his hand as he watched you. “Leaving already?”

“Yep,” you said as you pulled on your shirt. “Got a call to make but this was great. See you around, Thanos.”

Before he could even say anything, you were out of the door, your phone in your hand. As you stepped out onto the street, you pulled the card from the pocket of your skirt (a genius invention, if you had to say so) and dialled the number.

That was it. Your fate was sealed.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Gunshots sounded out, ringing through your ears. You had to fight the urge to run for safety but you knew the second you moved, you’d meet your end. So, you stayed still. You were so close to the finish line, just one more sprint and you’d be there. The doll began to sing again and you ran as fast as you could. The second your foot stepped over the white line, you felt like you could breath again. Your heart was pounding in your chest, harder than it ever had. Fear gripped you like never before. What the hell was this place? Why had you made that stupid call? You weren’t this desperate for money.

As you hunched over, bile rising in your stomach, you took a deep breath in. Guns were still firing but you couldn’t think about that right now. You couldn’t turn around and see all the death and destruction, it would make you spiral and that wasn’t something you could afford right now.

“Senorita!” A familiar voice called out. You stood up, looking to see where it came from but you were engulfed in a hug before you could even register what was happening. You recognised the cologne, the glimpse of purple hair giving away exactly who it was.

“Thanos?!” You asked, shocked.

He pulled back only briefly to look at you but as he did, you noticed the glazed over look in his eyes, the stupid grin on his face. Only a psychopath would be smiling in a situation like this or someone that was on something. Of course he was. “Fancy seeing you here. This must be fate.”

“Or punishment.”

He shushed you, grabbing your face in his hands. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you. And, maybe later we can have a little repeat of last night.”

“How can you even think of that when people are dying?”

“It’s all I can think about.”

“You’re annoying.”

“And you’re stuck with me so stick by my side and I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise,” he said fiercely.

As under the influence as he was, there was something about the intense way he was looking at you and the way he’d said those words that made you believe him. If you had to be in this nightmare, at least you had someone on your side and you had a feeling Thanos would be a good ally to have in a place like this.

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[camficdiner]

You’re writing is so good im obsessed with it all and love when i get to read the new pieces you publish 🤭❤️

can I request [1.2 2.1 3.6 4.2] ? Dying for some Quinn atm❤️‍🔥

☕️ Cam’s Fic Diner — Order 040

🍒 Thank you — for reading every fic, for staying at the counter, for wanting this one to hurt and heal. I made this one sweaty, shattered, and a little sacred.

Enjoy your meal love

-your favorite server

💬 “I’ve Always Needed You”

✨ Description and prompts:

Character: Quinn Hughes

Prompt: exes → hallway kiss after a brutal loss → hurt/comfort + desperate smut in the medical room

Word Count: 1.6kk

Type: angst + comfort + rough smut

⸻

🛼🍒✨🧁

You’re not supposed to be here.

You told yourself you wouldn’t come again. Told your friends it was over. That you weren’t going to stand in hallways like some ghost of who he used to love. That you didn’t belong to him anymore.

But the truth is — no matter how many weeks pass, no matter how shattered the ending — you still come.

You still watch.

And tonight, you already know what’s waiting on the other side of that hallway door: Quinn Hughes, broken.

The game was brutal. A blowout loss. No energy, no rhythm. The team collapsed under pressure and he took it like he always does — all on himself.

You saw it from your usual place, just behind the tunnel. You watched him skate off, jaw tight, eyes stormy, stick clenched like it could crack in his grip.

And now, he’s coming.

You hear the gear before you see him. The click of skates on concrete. The hiss of velcro. The unmistakable rhythm of Quinn’s pacing when he’s too angry to sit, too heartbroken to breathe.

Then he turns the corner.

Sweaty. Red-faced. Still in his gear — chest heaving under the pads, mouthguard hanging loose, hair soaked.

He sees you. Freezes.

You don’t speak.

Neither does he.

Just one look — like the oxygen left his lungs — and then he’s moving.

He presses you against the wall in two strides, hands on your face, mouth crashing into yours like the only language he has left. It’s not soft. It’s not careful. It’s need — bitter and beautiful and real.

You gasp, kiss him back. His gloves scrape your jaw. His chestplate crushes against you, damp and solid and still warm from the ice. He kisses you like he’s forgotten you ever left.

“Quinn—”

“Don’t,” he whispers, panting. “Don’t say anything yet.”

He pulls back just far enough to look at you, eyes glassy, voice broken.

“I need you. I’ve always needed you.”

Your heart cracks in half.

“You left,” you whisper.

“You let me.”

“You said it was better—”

“I was wrong.” He leans in again, forehead pressed to yours. “I thought I could be okay without you. Thought I had to be. But now…”

“Now?”

“Now I feel like nothing.”

You feel his hands trembling.

“I skate and I don’t see the ice. I sleep and I don’t dream. I hear my name and I hate it.”

“You’re the only thing that makes me feel alive.”

“Please. Just this. Just once.”

Your breath catches.

“Not just once,” you say.

“Then show me,” he begs. “Please. Show me I’m still yours.”

The med room is empty. Quiet. Sterile. The cot in the corner isn’t meant for this.

But it’s where you end up anyway — back hitting the thin mattress, Quinn kissing you like it’s oxygen, like it’s salvation.

He strips in pieces. Jersey tossed. Pads dropped. Hands shaking as he drags your shirt off, eyes darting everywhere like he’s afraid to miss a single inch of you.

Then he freezes.

His hand is on your ribs, thumb brushing under your bra — and that’s when he sees it.

A small tattoo, just under your left breast. Simple lettering. Familiar.

“Come home to me.”

He stares.

Doesn’t speak.

You feel your breath catch.

“You said that to me,” you whisper, barely audible.

“Every time you left for a road trip. Every time I panicked.”

“You said, ‘I’ll always come home to you.’”

His eyes flicker up to yours — glassy, wrecked.

“I didn’t know,” he says. His voice cracks. “You never told me.”

“You were already gone,” you say softly. “Didn’t think I’d ever get to show you.”

For a moment, he just cups your face. Breath shaking.

Then he kisses the ink. Presses his mouth to the words like they’re a vow.

“I’m home,” he says. “God, baby, I’m home.”

The need surges again. He tugs your jeans down, mouth on your skin. Pulls your underwear aside, barely patient enough to slide his own pants down before lining up — desperate, overwhelmed.

He sinks into you in one smooth stroke, both of you gasping.

“Fuck—still perfect,” he groans, thrusting deep.

You wrap your legs around him. Cling to him. Move with him like you remember exactly how this goes — the rhythm, the stretch, the sound of his voice when he’s losing control.

“I missed you,” you breathe. “Every part of you.”

“I know, baby. I know. Never again.”

His thrusts get rougher. Sloppier. He buries his face in your neck, fucking into you like he needs to live there.

“Say it again,” he begs. “Say I’m yours.”

“You’ve always been mine,” you moan. “Even when I hated you for it.”

That pulls a choked laugh from him — then a groan as he slams into you one final time, spilling inside you with a raw, broken “I love you.”

You shake with your own climax, nails digging into his back, tears in your eyes.

After, you lie tangled together. Breathing heavy. Sweat cooling.

He traces the tattoo again.

“You kept it. All this time.”

“It was never about time,” you whisper. “It was about you.”

He nods.

And kisses the words one more time.

“Then I’m not leaving again.”

You help him undress the rest — slowly, gently this time. He’s quiet. Soft. He holds your hand the whole time, tracing your wrist like he’s learning your skin again.

“I’m sorry I let you go,” he says.

“I’m sorry I made you think you had to.”

He presses his forehead to yours.

“We’re gonna fix this.”

“We already started.”

⸻

You leave the arena together. No disguises. No hiding.

Fans will notice. The media will guess.

But Quinn doesn’t care.

He laces his fingers through yours, kisses your temple, and says,

“Whatever it takes. I’ll make sure this time, you stay.”

[devswritingcornerorsmth]

Can I get like a familial or platonic headcanon with Dorian? Like yeah he’s fine but he’s also like my dad fr fr trust

you are so real for that anon congrats on such an amazing dad

i'll do both cuz its dorian and all love/like him

like always, these are my headcanons and personal thoughts! if you don't like them make your own! :D tumblr could always use more lol

Platonic Dorian/Reader Headcanons

familial at 'read more'! also more door puns sorry not sorry

= Becoming friends with Dorian was surprisingly easy, given his closed-off personality and behavior. He's a little open, making basic conversations and such, but you're the one who has to put in a little more work during the start of the friendship.

= It starts off with *very* simple hellos and hi's ending at one-word answers and responses, on his end anyway. Asking how his day was results in, again, one-word answers. But, in time, he slowly gives more information.

= Dorian is quick to realize you really do want to be friends with him and taking time out of your day, and a slot out of The Datviators proves to him that your feelings are genuine. He talks a little more when you greet him and eventually starts asking about your day or what you plan to do, depending on when you speak to him.

= After a few days, he asks you if you genuinely want to be friends with him and want to know about him. He smiles happily when you say yes and apologizes for being so closed off. Dorian admits that his past interactions with friends and lovers weren't the best, leaving him closed off and almost scared to talk about his real feelings, but you've proven to him that you can be trusted.

= You both talk about anything and everything when you can. He'll listen to your current hyperfixations or interests, asking questions about them or nodding along and listening. Dorian might not understand much if it's about an anime, TV show, movie, or something else in the latest times, but he'll try his best.

= Dorian is very smart and knows nine languages aside from English (according to his description on his page), so if you need help with history or a language class, he'll do his best. He won't give you the answers but gently lead you to them. Very patient and understanding if you get stressed or frustrated.

= He'll comfort you if he sees you feeling down, ask what's happened, and if he can help. He hates seeing his friends uncomfortable and sad. Dorian understands if you don't want to talk about it and just need someone to stay with to take your mind off things. If one of the objects in the house made you upset, he'll speak with them himself to try and work out what happened and get them to apologize for mentally hurting you. Physically is another story. If another human upset you, he may or may not let himself hit them on the way out if they ever come to visit.

= Overall, a great friend to have! Will comfort you in the worst times and celebrate with you in the best. Even when he's Realized, Dorian will try to take time to visit you now and then to make sure you're doing alright.

Familial Dorian Headcanons (Dad ver)

so i'm kinda making two here where you're an actual door like dorian and another where dorian is realized and has a kid with someone (me/j)

Door version!

= You are Dorian's only child, cut from the same piece of wood, leaving him a little (lot) protective. You are also a door, taking place in the kitchen, where a tiny Dorian should be, but he trusted you enough to get your own spot in the house after a while of preparing.

= Dorian is very hesitant once the human comes around, trying to romance everything, telling them to stay clear of you until he's figured out if the human is safe to trust or not. He tells you to stay silent and locked up, but it's your choice at the end of the day to talk with the new human.

= If you do talk with the new human, Dorian will be... disappointed but also a little proud for showing confidence and telling them they couldn't open you just yet. If you're nice, Dorian tells you to be safe and to not tell them too much about yourself.

= If you don't talk with the human, he's proud and tells you that you did a good job.

= Dorian doesn't want to smother you, but doesn't want you to make harmful mistakes like he did when he was younger. Yes, you can make mistakes, but ones that harm you would be too much for him to bear. He'd never forgive himself if you got hurt.

yea that kinda sucked sorry anyways onto the better stuff wahoo

Human version!

= Dorian never thought the day would come that he would have a child of his own, finding himself to tears as he holds you for the first time, promising himself to be the best dad and protector anyone could ask for.

= Once again, protective. Always checking in on you mentally and physically. Someone's bullying you at school? A stern talk to the parents and the principal is in order.

= He teaches you how to defend yourself both with words and fists. Dorian constantly tells you to try and use your words first and fists for last if things get ugly. If you use this to bully others or for evil, instantly grounded and disappointed; he taught you better than that.

= Onto a lighter note, he gives the best dad hugs. One arm wrapped around your shoulders, the other placed on the back of your head, holding you close to comfort if you're having a bad day.

= If you are upset, Dorian sits down with you, offering his shoulder to lean on and an ear to talk. He'll listen and try to help you through your problems, offering solutions and answers. He will stay silent and listen if that's all you need, though. Will take you out for ice cream or sit down and watch Tv/a movie/anime/whatever with you to help cheer you up.

= Dorian goes into full protective dad mode when you talk about a crush or date, asking for their phone number, address, what they look like, SSN, etc. They will have to meet him first before anything official happens. He trusts you to an extent and only wants the best for you. He immediately tells you no if it's one of the objects from the player's house.

= If you get upset over this, and if you're old enough, Dorian tells you his own experiences with love, telling you about Keith and Reggie and what they did. He tells you that he just wants you to be safe and not have your heart broken like he had at one point. It's up to you if you want to understand him or not.

= Dorian couldn't care less about the gender of your partner. He does give you *the talk* when you're old enough and explains to you the birds and the bees... and the bees and bees. And birds and birds.

= On that note, if you tell him you want to transition and go by a different name, he'll support you 100%. It might take him a minute for pronouns and the name change, but know he's trying.

= At the end of the day, he's a father who loves you very much and is happy to have you in his life.

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i was gonna put here that i was writing this at a reasonable time but i looked down and saw it was 2am lol

hope this was alright, not very good at familial/platonic so I'm sorry if i fucked it up

thank you for reading! mwah!

[akanemnon]

Hi akane.

So I wanna know how you come up with a good funny comic.

Because I wanna do a comic in the future. But I have a bit of trouble with creating an actual funny and appealing comic.

That is actually something that can't really be taught that easily through a simple explanation. Unlike with art where there are visual tricks and workarounds, this is all writing-based.

This will be a longer read, so answer under the cut.

Humor is very subjective. Everyone finds different things funny. I am someone who enjoys character-based humor for example. I'm also not a big fan of telling easy jokes myself. The kind of jokes that are repeated in the fandom many times. All power to you if you love them though! Can't help but enjoy a good meme. These kinda jokes are actually used in The Other Script however as a sort of love letter to the fandom itself. BUT the way I use them is to explore these charcaters and their dynamics. In a transformative way so to speak. Lemme use a direct example: So there is this scene in The Other Script where Frisk is upset and really sad. Previously they were venting their frustration that Kris wasn't telling them anything about their previous adventures. So Kris circles back to that and as a way to cheer up Frisk they do the "Kris get the banana" bit from Chapter 2.

It is a direct reference, but it is used in a way that makes sense in the story. It's not a random gag. It's used in a situation where it is applicable. So as you can see the way I write is very character-centric in general.

So if you also are most interested in character-based humor, what you can do is explore the characters you wanna write about. Their behavior, the way they talk, what they like, what they dislike, how they react in certain situations. Most of the comedy already comes from putting contrasting characters together. Characters can also just be funny on their own with how they interact with the world around them.

But who knows? Maybe you prefer puns! Maybe you like slapstick! Or silly humor! Or dark humor! There are TONS of different ways to go about it. Find out what you find funniest and play into that. Sometimes a good frame of inspiration is all you need. Maybe there were movies and TV shows you really gravitated towards when it came to the jokes they were telling. In the end, it is about what YOU think is funny. There will always be other people who might vibe with your brand of humor and others who won't. There are probably plenty of people who don't get my brand of humor. And that's okay. I'm grateful enough there are already a lot of people who think I'm funny. Which you might be one of them, since you asked me about a humor-based question.

So yeah, TDLR ask yourself what you find funniest and find the right inspiration to work into your comic.

[nineteenninety-six]

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ Across the Kitchen Table [2]

Pairings: Michael Robinavitch x Ex-Wife!Reader

AN: Still suffering from lack of inspo but this just came to me and I kinda like it. This is technically a 2nd part to ATKT but it's also not, it can be read alone. Also just try your hardest to ignore an inconsistancies lol

TW: medical inaccuracies, kids injuring themselves, divorced parents.

ACROSS THE KITCHEN TABLE

When the school couldn't get in contact with either you or Robby, they asked the paramedics to go to the one place they knew the both of you would be.

Unbeknownst to either of you, your daughter's school had been trying to call you both for the past thirty minutes. Gwendolyn had injured herself during gym class but with Robby in the midst of a critical case with Collins and you elbow deep in a surgery and so neither of you had access to your phone.

You remain blissfully unaware until a call comes into the OR. A nurse gratefully holds the phone up to your ear as you pause in your actions, your heart stopping as you listen to Perlah on the other end of the phone.

"Page Walsh, she needs to take over." You call out after Perlah hangs up, "My kid is downstairs."

Everyone knows what you mean by 'downstairs' and so they don't waste a second as they call for Walsh and prepare for a switch.

Your mind was racing with guesses of what rendered your daughter in the emergency room. It could be something as simple as a sprained ankle... or something else, something worse but you were determined not to think about it. You didn't want to needlessly worry yourself but the worried mother in you was rearing its head.

Once Walsh was scrubbed in and was caught up, you were quick to leave the OR. You had just about exchanged your scrubs before you were hurrying down the hallway to the stairs, tightening the drawstrings on your trousers as you sped downstairs, too impatient to wait for the elevator.

You don't even stop once you reach the emergency department. Perlah calls out the room number as you pass the nurses station and you nod in thanks as you make your way to the room.

Robby was already there no doubt. The ED was his department, his home away from home and you knew he'd be by Gwen's side the moment she arrived. Meanwhile, it had taken you almost forty-five minutes to get out of surgery, clean and downstairs. You could only hope the silence from the ED meant it wasn't a serious emergency.

Habit leads you to knock on the door before you step in and the sight that greets you makes you pause in your steps.

Robby was on the hospital bed, shoes kicked off as he relaxed back, half asleep as his shift catches up with him. Gwen is cuddled up with him, one of her ankles propped up by a series of pillows. They're talking to each other in low murmurs, Robby trying to make Gwen laugh to cheer her up.

Despite being divorced for a year and a half, it wasn't weird or awkward to see Robby as you saw him multiple times a week. Not only did you work at the same hospital, you also met every Sunday evening to pick up/drop off the kids, not to mention to the children's sports practices that happened multiple times a week that you both attended. The only difference is that you don't live together anymore.

"Mom!" Gwen perks up at your arrival.

"Hey baby!" You coo as you approach her, you press a kiss to her forehead and brush her hair behind her ear, being careful not to dislodge the glitter-pink glasses that rested on her face. "How did you land up here sweetheart?"

"We were running in gym class and I tripped and fell," Gwen sniffles and you wipe her tears with a soft coo, "Then they took me here."

You give her ankle a glance before you turn your attention over to Robby, "Is it a sprain? Why haven't they wrapped it?"

Robby shifts from the bed, standing up before stretching his arms over his head with a soft groan, "Not sure, I think fracture. We're waiting for an x-ray."

"Still?" You pull back, ready to go storming around for answers and maybe cash in a few favours to push Gwen to the top of the waiting list.

Robby stops you in your tracks, "No you stay here, I'll go see what I can do."

You thank him and watch as he kisses Gwen on the cheek, promising her he'll be back soon before he departs from the room. You climb into the space on the bed that Robby had vacated, Gwen snuggling up to your side.

"Sorry mommy took so long honey, I was busy upstairs. I didn't have my phone." You tell your daughter.

"I know, daddy told me that you were helping someone." Gwen murmurs, "It's okay, you're here now."

Robby returns with two cups of coffee from the cafeteria, a muffin for Gwen and both your phones in his hands.

"Gwen is next in line," Robby tells you as he passes you a cup and your phone, "And I called your parents, they're gonna pick Carter up from school and bring him here."

You hated to admit it but you had completely forgotten about your son. The panic of hearing that your daughter was injured and in the ER, along with the frustration of her delayed care had all but consumed you.

"He'll be out in about an hour. We should be done by then…hopefully." Robby continues as he gives Gwen her muffin, smiling at the happy wiggle she did at the baked good.

You both watch as Gwen begins to eat her muffin, taking a small bite before she offers you both a bite, which you both reject, encouraging her to have it all for herself.

Robby stands next to you and opens his mouth but before any words could come out a knock sounds on the door as it opens, Dana poking her head around the door.

"Pulled a few strings and got the portable x-ray machine," Dana winks at you as she makes her way over to Gwen, a x-ray tech trailing behind her wheeling the machine in.

"Hi auntie Dana," Gwen greets the nurse.

"Hi sweetheart," Dana waves at the girl with a smile, "My friend here is just going to take a picture of your ankle so we can see what's wrong."

"Are you going to stay here?" Gwen turns her wide eyes over to you and Robby and you're both quick to answer her.

"We aren't going anywhere," Robby reassures her, "We'll be right here."

You nod along, "You'll be able to see us the whole time baby."

Gwen gives a brave nod to Dana, "Okay, I'm ready auntie Dana."

It takes mere minutes, the x-ray is completed and the tech is out of the door ten minutes later, promising to be back within the hour. Dana lingers for a while longer, catching up with you and Gwen and giving Robby an update on his critical patient from earlier.

With neither you or Robby allowed to be Gwen's doctor, it's assigned to Collins. Robby mutters about it, not because he thinks Collin's isn't good enough, he knows she's one of the best already but Gwen is his daughter and so he's particular about her care. His first choice would of course be him but you are a very close second.

Collins confirms Robby guess of a fracture to Gwen's ankle and Robby sticks by her side after the young girl reaches for him. 

You look down at your phone when it dings with a notification, it was your mom, telling you they had arrived at the hospital with Carter. Once you meet them outside, you invite them to join you in the hospital room but they refuse, not wanting to overwhelm Gwen, but promising they'll visit on the weekend once everything calms down. 

You carry Carter back to the hospital room, asking him about his day at school as he babbles in your ear in response. Carter waves to everyone as you walk through the hospital, calling out 'hello's' and 'byes' from his position on your hip.

The hospital was a common setting for the children, they were regular visitors since birth. When Gwen was born and you were on maternity leave, you often popped in to visit Robby after he returned to work from paternity leave. Carter didn't visit the ED until he was one year old, when lockdown was lifted and it was safe to do so but the sunshine boy made Robby's days in the hospital just that little better.

The memory of those days brings a smile to your face as you enter your daughters room. Carter's eyes land on Gwen first and burst into an excited grin, always happy to see his big sister but then his eyes catch on to Robby right beside Gwen and he is spoilt for choice, eyes flickering between his father and his sister unable to choose but once he spies the cast on Gwen's foot, his choice is made.

He wiggles out of your hold and darts over to Gwen as soon as his feet touch the ground, though he's not big enough to climb upon the bed by himself, so Robby lifts him up, settling him next to his big sister.

You noticed how Gwen still clung to Robby, perhaps because it was your week and she had spent more time with you than with him. You were pondering on whether to ask him if he wanted to take Gwen for his time a day early. You were working the weekend while Robby wasn't so he was going to collect them in the morning regardless.

You catch Robby’s gaze and point towards the corner of the room, suggesting you want to chat with him.

When he comes over, you ask, “Would you mind if she goes with you tonight? She seems a bit attached.”

“I was actually thinking of asking if I could take them tonight,” Robby says, agreeing with your suggestion. “I’ll take Carter too.”

“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.

Robby turns to the kids, “You’re going home with me tonight, how does that sound?”

Gwen peers over at you with a worried furrow on her face, "What about mommy?"

"Mommy will be fine. I'm working tomorrow so you'd be going to daddy's anyway remember?"

Gwen looks unconvinced. She loved both her parents equally and always wanted to split time equally, not liking when things got skewed even just a little bit.

You lift Carter from his position and take his seat, settling him on your lap as Robby sits on Gwen's other side, "Especially with your ankle sweetie, going back and forth might hurt you some more."

"Mommy come?" Carter asks, looking up at you.

Gwen brightens at the suggestion, "Yeah can mommy come to yours daddy? We can have a sleepover!"

You look over at Robby who's already looking at you. 

"It's up to daddy." 

Robby shrugs, "What hell…sure."

Gwens squeals in excitement and Carter copies her, clapping his hands as he cheers along with her. You and Robby exchanged amused looks over the heads of your children and it almost reminds you of your life together before the divorce and for a moment, you can't remember why you split up in the first place.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

He Doesn't Deserve You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Ten

Summary: Meeting his family is something you're not sure you should've agreed to...but there's no turning back now. Pairing: Noona reader x Jeon Jungkook (She's 28 and he's 22) Word Count: 1.8k~ (I'm sorry it's so short but it felt like a good place to stop) a/n: It's been way too long since I last updated this and I know the update is short but I feel like if I held onto this for any longer it would've take me forever to finish the rest of it but I hope you enjoy! Start from the beginning

The ride over to Jungkook's house is quiet, some might say silent, the only noise being the soft hum of the engine and the various sounds of cars passing by. 

"I hope you know they're going to love you" Jungkook whispers once our eta hits about ten minutes out, giving me a last second pep talk.

"What if they don't?" I mumble, my hands fisting the hem of my sweater, the turtle neck seeming so much tighter than it usually is, making me tug on the collar. Nervous fidgeting something I've been plagued with since I was a child. 

An unfortunately it seems like that's not about to change anytime soon.

He startles me when he places his hand over mine, slipping it under where my grip on the sweater is practically iron. I loosen up for him just enough to let his fingers lace through mine, bringing it up to his lips and placing a kiss on the back of my hand.

"You'll do great, and you can use me as a human shield if you need to. Although my sister will probably end up wiggling her way between us" he chuckles, imagining the scene now. 

"You still haven't told me much about them" I point out and he hums.

"My sister Jieun is six, my brother Jiwon is ten and then my oldest younger brother is Junseo who's twelve" he lists off as if they were a shopping list.

"Okay well that doesn't tell me much about them" I chuckle and he shrugs. "You'll learn more when we get there" he smiles softly at the thought of me meeting his family.

I sigh and close my eyes, quietly saying his siblings names under my breath so I can memorize them. He notices but doesn't say anything, placing another kiss on the back of my hand before letting go, opening the garage door so we can pull in.

He comes around to open my door for me and before I'm even able to get out the door to the garage flies open and Jieun runs out to greet us. 

"Jungkook Jungkook you took forever! Can you please help me make cookies tonight. Please? Mom bought the ingredients for them but she didn't have time to make them" she pouts once she gets to the end of the message that she's clearly been dying to say to him all day.

"Oh" she says softly when she notices me, hiding behind Jungkook and peeking out from behind him, holding onto his shirt making me smile.

"Sorry, she's a little shy" he chuckles bringing her out from behind him and crouching down to talk to her, her eyes still a little wary of me. "This is y/n, can you say hi?" he says, the soft tone he uses with her makes my heart flutter.

"Um, hi" she says, her loud and excitable behavior from when she first came out a distant memory. "Hi Jieun, it's nice to meet you" I say softly and her eyes light up a bit, surprised to see I already know her name. 

"Let's go inside so she can meet everyone" Jungkook says softly still and she nods, taking Jungkook's hand, with him instinctively reaching for mine which I take, my heart beating a million miles a minute. One down, three to go.

Once we enter we're met with a clean simple house, the low hum of the tv with Jiwon sitting in front of it soon catches my eye. 

"We're home" Jungkook calls out, immediately alerting everyone that he hasn't come home on his own making Jiwon's head turn. His eyes land on me first and then on Jungkook, then to our interlocked hands and he jumps up, making a bee line for the hallway. 

"Hey!" Jungkook calls out to him, but I chuckle and place a hand on his arm. "It's okay, kids get nervous around people they don't know". Despite my reassurance Jungkook still spares a glare down the hallway before turning back to Jieun.

"Where's mom?" he asks but she shrugs, "I dunno, maybe in her room? I'll go check!" she says and scurries down the same hallway her brother had disappeared down. 

"They look just like you" I smile, watching her disappear as well, my focus soon going back to him. "You should see Junseo, he's practically a carbon copy of me" he says, leading me over to the kitchen. "Well except for the fact that the kid is a wiz. Always in his room studying or reading. He's a freshman in high school already so he's got a lot of homework these days" he says and I pause at that. 

"You said he was only twelve though. Did he skip two grades or something?" I ask, my eyes gone wide at the thought of it. "Yeah, they let him skip third and fourth grade, figured they wouldn't be challenging enough for him" he smiles to himself, clearly proud of his little brother.

"Did you want something to drink?" he asks, grabbing a cup from the cabinet leaving me just requesting water and thanking him softly once he's handed it to me. 

"Come on! You have to see her! She's so pretty" I hear Jiwon's voice making me chuckle, already taking a shine to him. "I don't care about some girl. I need to finish my homework" what I assume is Junseo's voice following. 

"Hey" Jungkook says, his voice a lot sharper with the boys, making them freeze when they come into view, both of their eyes wide, going between Jungkook and I. 

I watch as a rosy blush blooms on their ears in embarrassment.

"Junseo come here" Jungkooks says, that sharp tone still present leaving Junseo's eyes turning down as he comes closer. "She's not just some girl. She is very important to me so I expect you to be respectful. Got it?" he scolds and Junseo nods, bowing to me slightly and mumbling an apology. 

"It's okay Junseo, you can go finish studying" I say and his head pops up, the blush now reaching his cheeks after hearing me speak to him. "Thank you" he says quickly, his voice cracking slightly leaving his eyes widening again, turning around and practically running back to his room. 

"That's funny, I've never seen him act like that before" Jungkook hums and I chuckle. "He really is your 'mini me'" I agree with his earlier statement  and he frowns. "Come on, I have a lot more game than he does" he scoffs and I nod.

"Yeah, but seems like you both have the same taste in older women" I say making him choke on air. His coughs make me chuckle, giving him the glass he had gotten me and rubbing his back while he drinks the water.

"I see that you're already making a fool of yourself in front of her" I hear an amused voice say behind me. I turn and see a woman with a tight slick back bun and a white pressed uniform, the confident way she carries herself leaving my eyes now the ones widening just a bit.

"Sorry mom" he coughs a few more times and clears his throat. "This is-" "It's so nice to finally meet you" she cuts him off, basically admitting to the fact that he's spoken about me enough for her to know exactly who I am.

"It's nice to meet you too Mrs. Jeon. Thank you for having me, you have a lovely home" I say and she smiles, a glint in her eye now helping me relax. 

"Thank you for coming to help with these little rascals. Jungkook looks practically torn to shreds by the time I get home most mornings but hopefully they won't give you too much trouble" she says, smoothing down Jieun's hair after she's stepped out from behind her mom, her posture now a little less wary.

"I'll do my best" I smile leaving her returning it, a little nod showing me that she believes in me. 

"You're welcome to stay the night if you'd like. I'm sure Jungkook will be a complete gentleman and sleep on the couch, right?" his mom says, directing her line of sight over to him, clearing his throat and nodding right away.

"And if he doesn't at least make sure what ever's done behind that closed door cannot be heard" she says after covering Jieun's ears leaving Jungkook choking again. "I'll make sure he behaves himself" I say and pat his back again, leaving her smiling. 

"I knew I liked you" she chuckles, excusing herself so she can gather all of her things before she goes to work. "Be good for Jungkook and y/n" she calls out to the three and they respond simultaneously with a 'Yes mom' making me smile at the clear routine of theirs.

"Be good" she directs a laser focus on Jungkook, and he nods. "Have a good night at work" he says and she smiles, satisfied with his response. 

"Thanks again" she says as her final farewell, this now directed at us both leaving the pair of us waving until she closes the door, Jungkook practically slumping against the counter, the tension he was clearly feeling leaving his body.

"You were more nervous than I was" I laugh, turning to face him and resting against the counter as well, his slumped form now straightening.

"You should've seen the way she's treated my past girlfriends on first meeting" he says, filling the glass he had taken from me with fresh water before handing it back to me. "How many girlfriends have you had?" I ask, taking a sip but keeping my eyes on him.

"Like three, no four or five...ish" he says, rubbing the back of his neck and a deep red blush reaching his cheeks. "You don't have any kids right?" I ask and smile when he gets even more panicked.

"No! No no no absolutely not" he shakes his head over and over. "I promise I really don't. In terms of calling them girlfriends it was always a little unclear. Like we got to the talking stage and then we'd spend some time together but then they'd get upset because I couldn't spend enough time with them and break up with me. Only three of them ended up meeting my family though" he explains and I nod. 

"I believe you" I smile, clearly showing I was joking, leaving him letting out a breath. "If I did I would've told you" he says softly and I nod. "I know" I smile again, this one softer, one reserved just for him and I can tell he can see the difference. 

I reach up and fix his hair, it having gotten quite ruffled in the process of convincing me his own bloodline so far has begun and ended with him.

He pulls me closer and buries his face in my neck, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

"What's this for?" I ask, holding him close as well. "I'm just really happy they like you" he mumbles just loud enough for me to hear, making me smile. "Me too" I say softly, the picture frame of their family of six behind him catching my eye, the last of which still being a mystery.

"Me too"

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[headspace-hotel]

considerations when putting fungus in a human body

what's it eating? Obviously the answer is that it's eating Blorbo. If it's eating his bones, that defeats the purpose. An intriguing possibility is that it's eating his bone marrow, which will destroy his immune system and ability to make blood. That's bad.

Plants and fungi readily form mutualistic symbiosis, but it is NOT simple. In mycorrhiza formation, fungi and plants produce tons of communication chemicals specifically made to communicate with the other symbiont, allowing them to detect each other's presence, "agree" to form symbiosis, adjust their gene expression so they can physically merge with each other, and engage in an ongoing exchange of signals to adjust their relationship. Plants have a deeply conserved, ancient, ancestral set of genes called the common symbiosis signalling pathway that codes for all of these chemicals and behaviors involved in symbiosis-forming, and analyses have consistently shown that the CSSP is around 500 million years old. That means that plants were doing mutualism with fungi before they emerged onto land, before they developed roots and leaves, before they recognizably were "plants" at all.

this is...jesus. it's so fundamental. it fucks me up so much that a relationship between two organisms can be older than either of those organisms having a form I would find recognizable. the fact of their relationship is more deeply embedded in their DNA than...the things that appear to make themselves, themselves.

sorry i always get distracted thinking about mycorrhizae

so basically you cant create a parallel to mycorrhizae with animals because the genetic underpinnings are so fundamental and load-bearing, its not a simple matter of inserting this or that gene, it's like. it's incomprehensible how much of what plants are is fundamentally connected to what fungi are. im not prepared to tackle that with scifi its so huge

so instead you would have to adapt a parasitic fungus to infect the host without causing widespread immune response, inflammation, and horrible side effects leading to deterioration and death, but also without being outright destroyed by the immune system.

mammalian cells are super intolerant of non-self stuff so you'd have to handwave that away with scifi bullshit, but you'd need to have like, bacteria that become endosymbiotic within the cells that prevent colonization of the wrong cells, but then you'd have to make sure the endosymbiosis "takes" within every cell, which...jesus

okay a more plausible idea might be that the fungus bones infection is a one-time thing where the fungi deposit the fibers/materials that are integrated with the bone and then are killed off. you'd have to suppress his immune system temporarily and make sure the infection doesn't kill him. if we go with the "it's eating his bone marrow" idea, he needs bone marrow transplants and might be permanently immunosuppressed and/or need periodic blood transfusions after.

it would also cause a ton of problems if the fungi spread to places they weren't supposed to during that infection process and ended up like. cementing his joints together or something.

dont genetically engineer fungus to eat your bone marrow its not a good idea

further on the character who gets Tortured In the Evil Science Facility. they basically took samples of his tissues, genetically altered them, grew organs and muscle fibers and stuff from the genetically altered cells, and re-implanted the genetically altered organs and tissues into him

That's one part, but I also think he has implants of super-strong materials in his bones and around his ribcage and spine to make him harder to kill or incapacitate. the metal bolts protruding through the skin are part of this

probably some kind of composite of metal and super-strong biomaterial that can adapt

If he breaks a bone the biomaterial can absorb the shock and fix the fragments in place so he can keep going

there are all kinds of materials that exist in nature that could be used to help develop a material that could be implanted into a fighter's body to make them superhuman. it could even be coded into his genes so he produces it naturally.

I also want to do something with endosymbiotic organisms. Plants have symbionts that live inside them and enhance their limits for survival. In a sci-fi story, what if endosymbiosis could enhance humans?

The symbiont could be a fungus or bacteria or something else, it could live in any tissue of the body and enhance a specific function.

A symbiont could help him to heal faster, cause resistance to chemical buildup in tissues so he can do things like dive deeper in water, go without oxygen longer, or exert muscles for longer, resist extremes of heat or cold

Now, the fun part: all of these things will be painful and horrifying to install and maintain, and cause unintended effects on his body that will be painful and horrifying to treat

Ideas...?

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT, PRINCESS?"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH REMMICK

I hope you like it! 😊🖤☝

WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT UNDER THE CUT

Remmick could hear your heart pounding and your blood rushing through your body at a speed faster than a normal human's every time he looked at you.

It didn't take him long to realize the reason for your condition, so one night when he gave the others permission to go hunting, he decided it was time to talk to you privately about what was clearly happening between you.

You walked into the small barn where you were temporarily staying, your legs shaking with nerves.

Before he left, Stack had told you that Remmick wanted to talk to you, but he hadn't told you why, or what he had to say.

You didn't know if it was because you had done something wrong or because… you really had no idea, which only increased your nervousness.

You opened the barn door as you glimpsed the simple yet imposing black chair in the center of the room where he was sitting.

The soft moonlight reflected off his features, making his dark eyes shine in the brightness of the star.

"Hi," you greeted, not knowing what you were supposed to say. "Did you want to see me?"

"Yes," he nodded. "Come in, please," he said, gesturing for you to close the door.

He stared at you for a few seconds, clasping his hands together and placing them on the armrests of the chair he was sitting in.

"Did I…?" You swallowed hard. "Did I do something wrong?" you asked. "Whatever it is, I can fix it. I'll do whatever it takes to…"

"Relax, honey. You didn't do anything wrong," he whispered, causing you to take a deep breath, a little more calmly. "I just wanted to talk to you while the others were busy on their little excursion, that's all."

"Okay," you murmured, suddenly shy. "What do you want to talk about?"

-I'm glad you asked - he celebrated, looking at his nails distractedly - you see, it's been several weeks since I've been able to ignore your attitude towards me - he said, going straight to the point, making you tense from head to toe - don't bother denying it, love - he whispered - I've been alive for a long time, and there are certain things that one learns to identify as soon as they are in front of them, and you, my dear y/n, desire me with such intensity that sometimes you have trouble breathing when I look in your direction, like now - he explained, sketching a half-smile -

-I-I… didn't mean… t-to…

-Shhh, it's okay, sweetheart, it's a natural reaction - he murmured - I can see through you, the longing for the darkness that surrounds me is… delicious - he whispered, and the way he said it made your skin crawl - you're drawn to me like a moth to a flame, but you must be aware that, If you're not careful, the flame could end up devouring you, darling." His eyes shone with an intense reddish glow. "Is that what you want, Princess?" He asked, resting his gaze on your face. "Do you want to be devoured by the flame?"

"Y-yes," you murmured, feeling your cheeks blush intensely. "I want it," you replied. He nodded, pleased by your answer.

"In that case, be a good girl and sit on my lap," he whispered, his eyes following your every move.

He held the straps of the garment you were wearing between his fingers, making you feel the touch of his cold fingers against your skin.

"This dress… is beautiful," he whispered. "It's a shame I have to get rid of it, don't you think, darling?"

“Please…” you shifted impatiently on his lap, making him laugh.

“Oh, look at you, you poor thing,” he mocked lightly. “So desperate, and I haven’t even touched you yet,” he whispered in your ear. “I can hear your lungs struggling to fill with air, and your heart pumping blood through your body so you can keep breathing,” he murmured. “I can feel EVERYTHING,” he almost gasped. “I can FEEL YOU,” he emphasized. “I feel you in every pore of my skin, in every particle floating in the air, your smell…” he growled. “It’s driving me crazy, baby, I need to have you,” he moaned as if it physically hurt him to even say it. “I need to be inside you.”

“Do it,” you gasped. “I want to feel you, please…”

You didn’t even need to say anything else.

Remmick quickly removed your dress, careful not to rip it, and with one swift movement, he was inside you.

You both gasped as you felt each other so clearly.

"You're mine," he panted in your ear. "You're all mine, forever."

"Forever," you repeated, feeling the pressure in your lower abdomen increase more and more. "Remmick, I need…"

"I know, baby. I can feel you clench around me." He panted, gripping your hips tightly with his hands. "Cum for me, my love."

That's what you did.

You came against him, and he gently held you in his arms as you both caught your breath.

It had definitely been worth it not to have accompanied the others on their night of hunting.

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@wandixx

Either of them come across lost kid in the crowd

When Auntie had suggested going to the park for some fresh air, Carry had agreed. Of course he had. She could have suggested he throw himself into the water and he probably would have done it. (Assertiveness was still a work in progress.) He didn’t think, though, that she knew about the festival going on.

Or maybe she had?

Carry doubted anyone really knew what sort of things were part of her plotting or just her good luck.

It was just that… now he was in the middle of a festival. There were people and a cacophony of noises and bright colors and people. Carry took a breath and let it out slowly. He counted to ten. He didn’t know how much it helped, but he walked into the crowd anyways.

Maybe he could find somewhere in the shade to sit, and, if not, he could at least say that he tried. It was just people. He used to have no issue with crowds of people. He even used to enjoy them! But he used to be a lot of things, hadn’t he? Before he was a failure.

Carry shook is head, trying to get rid of that thought.

It was a festival.

Be happy.

Carry squeezed past people, dodged small children, pet a few dogs, and finally made his way to where he could hear the band currently playing in the pavilion. They weren’t bad, in an inoffensive way, so Carry found a spot of shade to sit in and listen.

The life of the festival ebbed and flowed around him. Kids went off and came back with hands full of cotton candy or balloons or large off brand stuffed animals. Young couples kissed. Old couples dragged each other out onto the makeshift dance floor.

It… it was nice.

Simple.

Happy.

Carry was just considering actually getting himself a churro when the unmistakable sound of a kid’s sob broke the air. That wouldn’t mean much, not at a busy festival, but there was no comforting parent voice following the sound up.

“D-daddy? M-mommy?” The sob came again.

Carry looked into the crowd. No kid. Right, left… then behind the tree. A kid—little enough that Carry figured elementary school was an okay guess—was rubbing at their eyes. A balloon was clutched desperately in their other hand, as if it was the only thing keeping them safe.

Carry crouched down to the side of the tree. “Hey. I’m Carry. What’s your name?”

“H-harper.”

“Nice to meet you Harper. I love your balloon,” Carry said with a smile. “The confetti in it is really cool.”

“Thank you,” Harper mumbled. They finally peered out at Carry from over their tear stained fist.

“You’re welcome. Are you okay? Did you lose your parents?”

Harper nodded. Their lip wobbled.

“That’s okay, we’ll find them,” Carry said with more confidence than he ever had. He’d make sure someone did, even if they ended up needing to go to security. “Do you remember where you last saw them?”

“The b-balloons,” Harper mumbled. Slowly they found their voice. “Daddy got me my balloon and then Mommy called over by the… um… the lemon ice! I tried to hold his hand I promise!”

“I’m sure you did. But there’s so many people it can be a little hard,” Carry said. “How about you hold my hand for a little bit, and we’ll go back by the balloons, okay? If you’re ever lost, you should stay where you lost your parents or teacher so they can find you.”

“Okay, thank you,” Harper said. They rubbed their hand against their t-shirt, smearing tears over the pink dinosaur, before they reached out and took Carry’s hand in theirs.

The hand felt almost impossibly small as they started off into the crowd. Carry was very sure to not let go as they moved rather slowly towards the balloon stand. Which at least was easy to see even with the crowd.

The balloons were looming close when a shout cut through the noise. “Harper!”

“Daddy!” Harper yelled back.

Carry still didn’t let go until the man was right there, dropping to his knees in from of Harper and pulling them into a hug.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry that I let go! I didn’t mean to,” Harper’s dad pleaded into her hair as he hugger her close.

“It’s okay Daddy! Carry helped me! They held my hand the whole way!” Harper said, cheerful in the way that only a little kid could be after something traumatic.

Their dad looked up. “Thank you so much—”

“Harper!”

“She’s here!” the Dad said. He hoisted Harper up onto his hip as he stood.

The woman who had called out ran up and kissed Harper on the forehead, talking frantically to her in a language that Carry could only barely recognize.

“Carry here helped Harper find us,” the dad said, with a little wave of his fingers towards Carry.

“Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you,” the mother said as she took Carry’s hand.

“It was nothing—”

She let go of his hand after another squeeze before she dug around in her cross body bag. “Please, take this.���

“No, it’s okay,” Carry said, waving away the offered money. “I’m just glad that we found you so quickly.’

“We insist,” Harper’s dad said.

“Really, it’s fine!” Carry said. “ Remember Harper, if you get lost again stay near where you were lost, okay?”

“Yes Carry!” Harper chirped.

“Thank you again, really,” their dad said.

“Yes, thank you,” their mom urged with another shake of Carry’s hand.

When they disappeared into the crowd, Carry was left with a twenty dollar bill in his hand and a feeling of exasperated bemusement. He was getting some churros he guessed and maybe even a frozen lemonade. He could stay a little longer.

Just a bit.

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AN: Sad Puppy got a name! (Carry, short for Carson. Might become Cary?). And was more anxious than expected? This is probably pre-story but ㄟ( ▔, ▔ )ㄏ. Hopefully you like him.