#the rest of support are actually doing work

[zacolyn]

Okay, so I just wanna speak up on my own opinion of Harry Potter.

I was 13 when the first book came out, and I was already a voracious reader beforehand, which might have helped with my opinion. I did buy and read the first book (despite my father's half-hearted protest about the magic element, he was at least smart enough to realize that his daughter would Find A Way if he actually banned the book from her grubby hands), and....I didn't hate it.

Rowling actually had in me a fan up to the Goblet of Fire, at which point she had apparently decided she didn't need to try so hard and her real viewpoints started to leak through. Her protagonist became an absolute git and I began to despise Harry Potter as much as his actual enemies in the books did, though it seemed no one despised him more than the trollop writing him.

Still, though I got tired of certain elements rather quickly (Gryffindor being obviously favored over the other Houses, for example), I have read all the books, all but the last one in softcover and I can tell you honestly that from the Goblet of Fire on I was reading just to finish the story and keep up with friends who were also reading the books, because by then I had largely stopped caring.

Harry's pain became my pleasure unless Umbridge was the cause. I proudly declared myself a Slytherin because Gryffindor was a stained House full of pompous jackdaws like the Potters, and while I hardly thought Snape would have been the better choice, I firmly believed Lily was an idiot for thinking James was worth a blink.

Of course, this was all by design. Rowling made the Slytherins interesting because their views aligned with her own. They were written with far more depth and love because they were her truth. It's certainly been no hardship for me to walk away from all things Potter knowing that. It was part of my childhood, it certainly did leave an impression and her books will doubtless outlive her as have the literary works of other bigots. I can even understand the pain of giving up something you've developed your personality around, but people who love Harry Potter have a choice to make.

They can either denounce it utterly and totally, or they can continue as they're doing and be labeled an ally of a prominent TERF and antisemite. There is no middle ground to be had here. She certainly doesn't see a separation between her works and her. If you enjoy her work, you are supporting her, either directly through giving her money, or indirectly simply by supporting something you know is bigoted and even racist right through the core of it.

There is no toeing the line. There is no saying you are a Slytherin while denouncing the rest. This is black or white. She will not let you sit in the gray. You are either wholly against or wholly for. I'm sorry. Go read Magnus Chase or something instead. Any number of other magical school books. Make your own even like I'm trying to do. You don't need Harry Potter. You can do better than that.

I'm sorry, I don't believe that anyone who has read regularly since childhood would still count Harry Potter as the best book they've ever read.

[wendichester]

hii i love ur work can i perhaps request dean finding out reader relapsed / has been self harming and he comforts them ... maybe even kissing their scars ... pls ...

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ still here. still yours,

summary. you're hurting and dean will always be there to comfort you.

pairing. dean winchester x reader genre. comfort ; angst

wordcount. 478

notes / warnings. self-harm (non-graphic), relapse mention, emotional vulnerability, crying, comfort after a spiral, gentle physical touch (hand holding, forehead kiss, scar kiss), reader has a setback

You didn’t mean for him to see.

You really didn’t.

It was just a quick change—shirt off, back turned, laundry tossed into the hamper like always. And maybe you were a little distracted, too tired to overthink, too used to hiding to remember how visible it actually is.

But Dean’s voice cuts through the air like a bullet.

“…Hey. What—what is that?”

You freeze.

Your skin goes cold. Your breath catches. You can’t even move fast enough to cover it back up.

Dean’s behind you in seconds.

And when his hands land on your shoulders, warm and solid, you flinch hard—too hard.

His grip loosens instantly.

“I’m not mad,” he says. “Hey. Hey, it’s okay. I’m not mad.”

But his voice is tight. Shaky. You can hear it. That quiet kind of panic he never lets anyone see.

You swallow, hard, but the words get stuck.

He eases around to face you, eyes searching, and that’s when you see it: the way his mouth parts, the way his heart just cracks right there in his expression when he sees the marks up close.

Old and new. Faded and raw.

“Shit,” he whispers.

You look down. You can’t look at him. Not like this. Not when you were doing better. Not when you promised. Not when you swore you’d be okay.

“I’m sorry,” you manage. It comes out like glass.

Dean shakes his head fast. “Don’t—don’t you dare apologize.”

He steps closer, hands hovering like he wants to hold you but doesn’t want to spook you.

“You think I’m mad at you for hurting?” he asks, voice low and breaking. “I’m mad at me for not seeing it. For not stopping it. I should’ve—I should’ve known.”

“It’s not your job,” you whisper. “It’s mine. And I— I failed. I messed up.”

Dean’s hand comes up slowly, resting against your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth.

“You didn’t mess up,” he says. “You’re just... hurting. And you don’t have to go through that alone.”

His other hand slides gently to your wrist, and you let him—because it's Dean, because he’s never once touched you in a way that didn’t feel safe.

He lifts your arm like it’s made of porcelain, careful and reverent.

Then he presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist.

Right over the scar.

Your breath shudders out of you.

Another kiss—closer to the bend of your elbow.

And one more—on your shoulder, soft and grounding.

“You’re still here,” he whispers against your skin. “That’s what matters. You’re still here.”

You choke on a sob and fold into him, and he catches you like it’s instinct. Like his arms were built for this. For you.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, holding you tighter. “You don’t ever have to carry this alone.”

And for the first time in a while, you let yourself believe him.

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[yushi-ni]

could you write just like wishies reactions to walking in on something... indecent? like not the minors ofc but the freaks 😈 thank u! xx

ෆ NCT WISH ෆ 𝗈𝗇𝗋𝗂𝗒𝗎 + 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ masterlist

summary; onriyu and unexpected visitors, another member walking in on you two doing ‘indecent’ things

pairing; onriyu - sion version x you

genre; suggestive, smut

warnings; 18+ contains mature card game elements. mentions of make outs - oral (male + female receiving) face fucking unprotected twister

notes; hiii anon!!!! thanks for requesting 😛😛 ok i changed it up a little but and actually made this an actual fic rather than a headcannons because i felt like writing a whole essay again (hihi) BUT i’m also writing a proper ‘reaction’ version for you!!! i wasn’t sure if you wanted the wishies walking in on ‘you’ doing self care or if you wanted one of the other wishies walking in on ‘you and your bf’ so i opted for the latter!!! hope it’s to your liking but if you did want the other one, please let me know and i’ll try writing one with that scenario too!!!! i decided to make 3 different parts because someone got carried away a little bit.. (i’m someone hihi) so here’s sion’s part; NOT PROOFREAD my brain was so fried i’m sorry!!!!!

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OH SION

it’s so easy to get lost in your little bubble of love and affection when it’s just you and bf. no care in the world or any sense of the real world outside. it’s been a while since your bf had a night off, no work, no appointments, no other distractions but you. as soon as his manager told him that the team was off the rest of the night, he called you and you quite literally hopped in a taxi and made your way to his dorm. you couldn’t really remember the last time you were able to spend a cozy night in with your bf, he has been so busy with work and yes you knew the downsides of dating an idol, sometimes you couldn’t see your bf for a few days or even get him on a phone call. he’s out of town or locked up in the practice room with his members. you didn’t mind, you support him through thick and thin, yes it gets lonely sometimes, not being able to go see your bf whenever you want to, not being able to just randomly stop by the dorm to have dinner together etc etc but it made the moments shared together a hundred times more memorable and special. it’s those moments that are worth the hours apart. time spent apart only makes you both realise how much you actually missed each other.. how much you actually craved and needed the other;

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎˎˊ˗ 🌷🫧☁️

he didn’t get home long after he sent you a text, asking if you were free and wanted to come over. you’ve been on his mind non stop the past week. the last time he saw you was before he went overseas for concerts, after returning to korea he was so packed with schedules he didn’t even have the time to go see you. he texted you every free second of his day, saying how much he misses you and how badly he wanted to see you. you being you were very understanding and encouraging about the situation, he knows it’s hard on you but you never really show or express it towards him. not wanting to upset or discourage him. you reminded him you’d be able to see each other soon again and tonight was finally the time.

he hopped in the shower and put on some comfy clothes, he dried his freshly dyed brown hair and couldn’t help but speed clean his room a little bit before you would step foot in there. he walked into the living room where he was met with the two maknaes playing games together. “hyung!!! come!!! quick sit down, i’m winning” saku only glanced up at the sight of sion entering the room; “no you’re not!” ryo bumped his shoulder against the youngest, “you can’t even get to the 2nd floor without getting caught!” sion chuckled to himself as he almost threw himself onto the couch, watching his two young members, who were seated infront of him on the floor, play their current hyper fixated game. he took out his phone and sent jaehee a text, asking him to invite the two youngsters over to their dorm so he can spend some alone time with you. not even 2 minutes later, sakuryo was up and gathering their stuff to make their way over to the other house. a quick bye before the door was shut behind them. he can’t help but giggle at the thought of his younger brothers, you always joke about him being like their dad but no one can argue the fact that the two are just adorable.

he was scrolling through his netflix recommendations when he heard the doorbell ring. he got up so fast you’d almost think he got had places to be. as soon as he opens the door his grin is so wide, not wasting a second longer as he pulls you in and tackles you in a bear hug. you giggle but gladly accept the hug; “hi baby” you chuckle as you felt his arms pull you impossibly closer to him; “shhhh don’t talk pls, i’m having a moment here” you laugh at his words and he mirrors your reaction, his whole body laughing with him. freeing you from his deadly grip on you, he looks at you, his smile reaching the sparkling in his eyes. eyes shifting from your eyes to his lips and back up, grinning from ear to ear as he presses his lips on yours. you kiss him back, your arms coming up and naturally finding their way around his neck. pulling him down a little more. his hands moving up and down your sides, almost desperately trying to feel you under his skin in comparison to the sweet - tender kiss you’re sharing. you can feel him smile in the kiss, teeth clashing as he slowly pulls back. you look up at him, his hands coming up to your shoulders as he takes a tiny step back. lowkey looking you up and down; “yeaah-“ he says, more to himself than to you. followed by an approving nod; “just how i remembered” you gasp, laughing as you hit his chest. he pulls you in another hug, laughing as well, kissing the top of your head before he lets go and pulls you further into the apartment.

you’re sitting on the couch, cuddled up with your back pressed against his chest and your legs tangled up together. you’ve been trying to concentrate on the movie playing but your head is completely trailed off somewhere else. you look around the room, some interesting and bold chosen ‘art’ decorations suddenly made you realise you haven’t seen or heard the two maknaes the whole night yet. “wait, where are the youngsters?” - “mmh?” sion asks as he was processing the words; “oh they’re at the other dorm, playing with jaehee i think” - “ahh nawh i would have loved to see them, it’s been so long” your bf cleared his throat, shifting up a little bit as he sarcastically said; “yeah i’m very happy to finally see you too” you laughed as you sat up straight, turning your body to look at your bf. “oh cmon you get to see them everyday, i barely saw them the past few weeks!!” you couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on his face; “i’m sorry woman, i don’t think they came as a package deal when you agreed to be with the one and only oh sion” he giggled, mirroring the big smile on your face as you shifted your whole body around, your legs on both side of his body as you straddled his lap. “i should have read the terms of agreement better before making such decisions” your hands dramatically falling to his shoulder as you sighed out loud; “yeah sounds like a whole bunch of losses on your side” sion says, silent giggles falling from his lips, his hands firm on your hips. you look at him, taking in the way he looked back at you, the way his eyes are so bright and full of love, the way his flushed cheeks look so soft and how his hair naturally falls a little over his eyes. “what” he asked, looking you straight in the eyes, trying to make out what you were thinking about. you only smiled, a little teasing; “nothing” he throws his head back to lean against the couch, only humming a; “mhmh” as he can’t help but smile again. his eyes look so soft but you can’t miss the way his hands are gripping your hips a little more tightly. looking at you, raising his eyebrow (pls this video haunts me; video) waiting for your next move which he gladly accepts as you crash your lips onto his.

your hands in his hair, his busy wandering up and down your sides, soft moans filling up the room mixed with the sound of your lips moving against the other as you share a passionate kiss. seconds have passed, minutes have passed, time gets forgotten as you completely lose yourself in the moment. sion’s tongue finds yours as he fights you for dominance, a sweet kiss quickly turning into one of lust and need. you moan as he puts more pressure onto your lips, his body moving a bit forward, pressimg himself more onto you. you pull his head a bit back, he groans now it’s you who welcomes herself in his mouth now, you push him back till his back hits the couch again. his hands are strong against your skin, pressing you down more firmly. your grip in his hair only tightening as you roll your hips into his. he moans in the kiss, pulling his head back as your push your hips down onto his lower abdomen again, repeating the same movement, pulling his head back completely, giving yourself perfect acces to the bare skin on his neck. your lips work their way up his exposed skin, wet kisses as you almost make out with the sweet spot on his neck. soft sighs coming from your boyfriends lips, his hands coming up to your ass, pressing you onto him more. his eyes shut closed, focusing on the feeling of your lips, the pressure’s so strong you’ll for sure leave marks on his skin (but that’s a worry for later) he pulls you back, lips pressed back on yours in a split second, the kiss is more messy and desperate. hungry for more. your hips rolling into his as your almost desperately humping each other.

“mm fuck-“ sion groans; “t-too much yn fuck” his hands still your movements as he lifts you up from his lap. “if you don’t stop i’ll literally burst right here and now” you chuckle; “and that’s a bad thing becaaaause..?” you giggle at the sight infront of you. eyes heavy as he looked up to you. “because i have not survived more than a week without touching you to be finished in less than a minute, now get off” you couldn’t help but laugh as you swing your legs to one side, leaning back against the arm rest as your bf gets himself on his knees to adjust his sweatpants that show a wet stain from your previous position. “uhhuh mr oh sion, the great survivor of a little touch deprivation” you tease as you push him with your foot. he gasped sarcastically, one hand over his heart as the other brushed through his hair; “a little respect here please” he laughs as he positioned himself in between your legs. “mhmh respect is to be earned..” you pulled your bf closer by the strings of his hoodie. he scoffed; “don’t say things you’ll regret later” face inches away from yours; “make me” his eyes switched to a different tone, lips crashing on yours in a split second. hungry - sloppy and more desperate than he ever kissed you before. allowing himself access in your mouth, only grinning as you whine and moan into his.

his hand comes down to your clothed core, stretching your pants so the material tightens around your already soaked core. his fingers pressing down against your clit, you moaned, pulling away from his lips to catch your breath. sion smirked, his thumb now rubbing and working their way on your wet core. you pushed your hips up, thrusting into his hands as you were chasing the feeling of his hands. sion pushed your hips back down, pressing you into the couch as his fingers sped up; “stay still” he nodged his head in the crook of your neck, placing wet open mouthed kisses as he trails up to your jawline. repeatedly sucking and kissing the exposed skin as you throw your head back more. his hands still working their way on your clit. you moaned, a knot forming in your stomach, you throw one of your legs around his body, overwhelmed by the intense feeling of his fingers and lips. you whined; “fuckk- sion- i’m..“ - “i’m what?” his voice low and cocky. his lips were back on yours before you could answer. your hand came up to his hair as you desperately try to steady yourself down, you rolled your hips in his hand again, in need of more friction. almost reading your mind, sion’s hand comes to a halt and in a swing motion find their way in your pants, past the line of your panty. you moan loudly, gasp muffled in the kiss as he enters with two fingers, immediately pulling in and out as his thumb applies pressure on your clit. you try to kiss back, almost impossible as sion’s fingers keep working their way on your lower abdomen. “oh fuck-“ you whined.

the feeling in your stomach only getting more intense, building up as you can feel the heat blooming more and more. “sion-“ you whisper, almost helpless, breathing heavily. his mouth moving to your neck again, greedy, not wanting to miss any part of your exposed skin. his thumb is circling swift motions, pressing down just hard enough for the tension to get more and more intense. his name leaving your mouth in moans in chokes. “fuck yn, i missed the way you sound” you don’t reply, your voice not strong enough to let out any words, you only whimper as the knot gets stronger and stronger.

he lifts his head, he pulls his fingers out but before you can even plead, he pulls down your pants along with your panty in one motion. your legs up in the sudden movement, throwing your clothes somewhere on the floor. his voice low as he admires the view infront of him; “just as beautiful as always” you whine as you hit his arm, almost feeling shy under his strong gaze; “ya, my eyes are up here” sion chuckles; “baby as much as i love your eyes, i think i’ve got mine more focused elsewhere” his eyes are heavy and filled with lust, he drops to the floor, on his knees, crawling between your legs as he locks his eyes with you. your legs spread, your fingers in his hair, anticipating the feeling that’s coming. his mouth is on your thighs, open mouthed kisses dragged along the insides of your legs. his tongue licking his way to your now throbbing core, desperate for his mouth to come in touch with the one place you need him most right now, you can’t help but buck your hips upward, you feel the vibration of his groan into your skin as he presses you back down. arms around your legs, locking you down to keep you from moving. his kisses come to a halt, his eyes flicker to yours, smirking as he dips his head down. his lips are warm and soft, tongue entering you as he sucks and licks his way up and down, in and out.

your breath is stuck in your throat, you can only moan and cry out as his tongue flicks again and again. your grip in his hair tightens, back arged, head thrown back as your eyes roll to the back of your head. you can feel him smirk against your skin, not holding back, your sounds only making him more greedy to taste you. his mouth is moving as if he’s trying to make up for the time you spent apart. he’s sloppy, desperate and eating you out like a starved man. he hums, the vibration sending shivers down your spine, your body aches everywhere. you whine; “aghhh sion- pls- i can’t..” your breath is choking, you whimper as your chest is feeling heavier with every passing moment. your body is on fire, your legs shaking while he is still holding you down with his arms, one of your hands desperately reach for one of the pillows next to you, clenching the fabric as you start trembling, “sion- please” your mind is so high on the feeling. he groans, he feels your legs fighting to stay down. “fuck- don’t stop,” your stomach twists as sion pulls your body almost impossible more down, his face deep into you. he licks and sucks, almost ruthless. “come for me,” he says, his voice so low it you feel it through your whole body; “wanna taste you baby” his fingers are back on your clit. motioning in a way it literally makes you see stars. he presses onto you, the feeling of his mouth and his fingers makes your toe curls and eyes roll back. you can’t control the sounds you make, half sobs - half moans as you uncontrollably breath out in whined. you can feel the tears form in your eyes, your whimpers turning into cries, and only the sound of his name leaving your mouth as your orgasm rushes through you. your breath is stuck in your throat. but he doesn’t stop, he lets you ride out your high, licks up every single part of you, your body goes numb, completely slumps into the couch. your chest still moving from your heavy breathing. only then does he lift his head back up, smirking with his lips completely glossy and wet.

he can’t help the ghosting smile on his face as he’s hovering over you. you’re staring up at him, eyes pleading and fucked out. he moves down so his lips are brushing over yours; “malways taste so good,” his lips are on yours, more sweet and tender this time, slowly moving with yours in an almost perfect rhythm. you can taste yourself on his lips, his body now leaning down on you completely, arms on both sides of you to prevent his weight pressing you down. one of your arms swing around his neck, pulling him almost impossibly closer, you can still feel the high and rush from before. not aware that you’re still holding onto the pillow. his hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers. it’s only then you’re reminded that he’s still fully clothed when he grinds down onto you. again and again until his hips are almost moving on impulse. he’s pressing himself into you harder and harder, moans ruffled in the kiss by the feeling of the fabric on your bare, still sensitive, clit. you can feel the outline of his thickness through his sweatpants, you meet his hips midway, rolling your hips against his. it’s almost shameless, the way you’re grinding against him as if he didn’t make you cum a few minutes ago, but you can’t help it. sion presses himself down on you completely, his growing bulge pressing right against your heat. stopping your movements at the same time, his head drops to your shoulder, panting for breath; “fuck baby- i swear i’m trying to stretch this as long as i can” your hand goes to his hair, scratching his head with your nails, breathing into his ear; “don’t,” you can feel his dick twitch in his pants. he doesn’t let it linger for long, before you know it his pants and boxers are off, thrown into the room, somewhere with yours. his hard on upright, tip wet from the pre-juice. your core is throbbing just by the sight of his size. you bite your lip, mesmerised with the thickness, a soft chuckle coming from your bf; “ya.. my eyes are up here” you glare up to him, rolling your eyes at the amused look on his face. his hands go to the hem of his sweatshirt when you stop him; “just leave it on,” too eager and needy to even bother taking off more clothes than necessary. sion laughs, taking his dick in his hands, pumping it a few times as he steadies himself in between your legs again.

your hand comes up to take his length in your hand, pushing away his own, you stroke him up and down, fingers circling on his tip, spreading his pre-cum around his dick. your eyes look up to him, pleading, batting your eyelashes as you stick out your tongue, your free hand pulling his lower body more towards you by his legs. you slide down the couch a little more making him hover over you more so he has to kneel on one knee. he groans loudy, understanding your intentions, his honey eyes looking down on you as you pull his lower body closer and closer to your face. sion sighs loudly as he feels your kitten licks against his tip. you lick again, and again; “fuck don’t tease baby” you smile and with that, you come up to wrap your whole mouth around his member. sucking in your cheeks as you bob your head up and down. he leans forward, both hands steadying himself on the backrest of the couch. he looks down at you, the sight of him disappearing in your mouth has his dick twitching. you moan against him, the vibration rushing through his whole body. “fuckkkk-“ he hissed, he’s fighting demons to stay still, letting you do your thing and making him feel good. your mouth moving faster, you hum against him, saliva running down his dick. you let your head fall back a little bit, leaning against the couch, as you pull him with you in the same motion. sion repositions a little bit so most of his weight is on his leg that’s up. your hand comes up to stroke the rest of his length that you don’t have in your mouth. taking your time to make sure every inch of his member is ‘used’. he loves the way you feel around him, nothing can ever top the feeling of your mouth on his dick. he can only sigh deeply as he’s trying to fully concentrate on you. you suck him off in a way his head feels light, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, biting his lip, trying to suppress the moans from coming out. he can feel himself hit the back of your throat, your small hands working wonders on the base of his length while you take him as far as you can, from this angle at least.

a loud whimper coming from you when your bf suddenly thrusts into your mouth, his hands gripping the couch as he rolls his lower body into your face. you moan loudly, you let your hands drop to your sides, one grabbing his calves to steady yourself a bit. you can feel him hitting the back of your throat, hard. you hallow your cheeks a little more, creating more tension. you can only mirror the sounds coming from him. his eyes are fluttered shut, trying not to fuck himself into you too hard, but you make him lose his mind completely. totally immersed in the moment itself, he keeps rolling his hips down, the muffled sounds of your breathing and moans steadying his pace.

he pulls back and with a little plop your mouth gets detached from his length. you open your eyes by the sudden emptiness, sion sits back down again, on both knees as his hands come up to lift your legs. he squeezes your thighs as he puts them up to each side of his face. he positions himself in between, with his extremely hard on right at your heat, he strokes the tip over your core, a moan coming from both of you. he inhales deeply; “i can’t promise i can hold out long” a breathy giggle leaving his mouth. you rolled your eyes at your bf; “just fuck me sion” he chuckles- “your wish is my command” and with that, he pushes his tip in, leaning down, pressing your own legs against your body, feet touching the backrest of the couch, pushing himself in completely, stretching you out as you both moan at the feeling. when he’s completely inside, his hand grip the backrest, not giving you any time to adjust to the feeling as he buttoms out and thrusts back into your lower body. he’s quick to set a pace, fucking into you and quickly the whole room fills up with the sound of skin slapping against each other paired with the whiny sounds of moans. his hips snap against yours as he stretches you out with every thrust. he looks down at where his dick disappears in you, he groans as he places the other hand that was holding onto your leg on the couch as well. now snapping his hips in a new angle.

he moans loudly, biting his lip as he slows down his pace a little; “fuck baby, you feel so good” he grunts as he bottoms himself out, slightly pushing himself back in, but just the tip. “don’t tease,” you whined as you almost desperately tried to push him back in by his legs; “please-“ he snickered softly, pulling out, brushing his tip against your clit, rubbing you with his length a couple times before he thrusts back in, so deep your eyes roll back in an instant. he’s stretching you out so hard you cry out his name. he groans, letting go of your legs and places them around his middle, you pull him down, your arms around his neck to feel him closer. his head in the crook of your neck; his moans muffled against your skin as he rolls his hips. a steady pace, as you let him fuck you. you’re both a mess, fully immersed in the moment; body’s tangled in each other’s, moving together in an almost perfect motion.

you’re so caught up in each other’s you didn’t even notice the end credits started playing on the screen, or the fact you didn’t even close the blinds.. or the sound of the door getting unlocked. “hyung!” riku called; “sionnie-hyung, saku and ryo fell asleep so they.. WOW WAH WOAH!!!” both yours and sion’s head snapped out of your own little love bubble as he shot up from his position on top of you. both boys’ eyes widened as they stared at each other, riku completely frozen in the doorway while your bf had a panicked expression on his face, mirroring your own. “oh- i.. hyung- i-“ riku stuttered. “just give us a minute please,” sion says, laughing in embarrassment. still half in shock but he can’t help but giggle mostly out of an attempt to calm himself down. “no, yes, ofc, as many minutes as you need actually” riku says; “i- uh- i just came to tell you that the youngsters are sleeping over at our place” he smiled awkwardly, nodding his head in your direction as a small; ‘hi’. you smiled back, slowly feeling the rush of adrenaline coming down as you realise what is actually happening. “okay yeah great, thanks. you- uh- you can go now” your bf says as he brushes his hand through his hair. riku, clearly lulled out of his shocked state, slightly smirked at the sight infront of him as he backs out through the door.

a yelp coming from sion, like one you never heard before. (video; pls he’s so cute) you cover your face in your hands as you throw you head on the couch; “oh my god-“ you laughed, you hit his shoulder as he looks at you, not being able to hold back his laugh anymore. his hands brush through his hair again, a failed attempt to fix the messy look. “remind me to never have sex in your dorm again” you sighed as you palmed your face. “nooo but no one’s even here!” sion protested, laughing even more now. “no one?!!! was riku a hallucination just now?” you smacked his arm again, whining. he laughs when the sound of a new message on his phone pops up, he grabs his phone, still giggling because of the whole situation.

ʀɪᴋᴜ; 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨? 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩? 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 :)

he only laughed, showing you the screen with riku’s chat. “that was not funny omg,” you breathed; “what if it was actually on of the youngsters coming home!” you looked at your bf in utter disbelief; “but it wasn’t, it was just riku” he laughed at you, typing what you believe is a reply to said boy. “if i wanted an audience i would have asked for one, just riku is just one riku too many” you let out a little laugh, unsure how you were going to face riku again tomorrow. “oh cmon, do you think riku is the holy virgin mary?? the amount of times i’ve heard him and his gf going at it, trust me they need to write a whole new book series called fifty shades of riku for all i know” you laughed, a genuine laugh this time. a deep sigh you didn’t even know you were holding in escaping from your lips. your bf leaned down to you, kissing your head; “mmh are we going to finish what we started tho?” - “oh sion!!” you pushed him away, your bf laughing amused; “i have a lock on my door!” you click your tongue; “you’re actually uncontrollable, yk that?” he nods his head, his eyes fully focused on you now; “mhmh but only for you”

[yup-thats-me]

— Trust • P. Seonghwa

𐙚pairing: bf!Seonghwa x fem!reader 𐙚summary: ❝Y/n trusts her lover completely❞ 𐙚warnings: somnophilia, fingering, piv, cockwarming, humping 𐙚a/n: hope you don't mind me adding smno, noonie😋 also the description is pretty bad :")

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"Y/n," Seonghwa whined, falling face-first on the girl. "I'm so tired."

Humming, Y/n raked her fingers through his raven locks. "Awe, my baby."

Feeling her lover smile against her skin, Seonghwa snuggled his face deeper into the crook of her neck. "Am I not heavy, love?"

Y/n shakes her head. "I like it, actually," she grins.

Seonghwa's eyes widen, looking at her curiously. "You do?"

"Absolutely. My human weighted blanket," she giggled, caressing his face.

Smiling smugly, Seonghwa holds her close, pressing his ear to her chest. The light thud of her heart beating. The man sighed, matching his breathing with hers.

"....babe?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I," he pauses, shaking his head. "No wait. Nevermind."

Y/n sat up, making Seonghwa fall off her body. "No, I mind. I really mind. Tell me right now or I'll literally combust."

"Damn. Just wanted to ask...if I could fuck you while you sleep," his voice growing quieter by each word.

Y/n smiled, pulling on his cheek. "Of course," she nods.

"Really?"

"Yes," she confirms. "I trust you, Hwa."

And the man could feel his chest tighten. Nodding, he pulls her close, resuming their position.

Y/n however, didn't think he'd size up on her permission this quick, though.

"Darling," Seonghwa called out softly as he treaded lightly into the bedroom. The man face-palmed himself mentally when he saw your form peacefully sleeping.

He didn't mean to be late, though. Finishing up recording as quick as he could, he took the ride home to you.

Sighing, he took his place beside you, snaking his arm under your stomach pulling you flush against his chest. Breathing in your scent, his fingers played with your hair.

It was a hard day at work today. Redoing takes after takes, the man was tired. But he couldn't help his cock growing stiff against your thighs, the shorts you wore riled up to your waist.

And he tries, tries to not get hard when you're sleeping so peacefully right next to him. Taking a deep breath, he lightly humps against your bare thigh, the feeling making his head dizzy.

But it isn't enough. Carefully, he pulled out his cock, rubbing the head to your soft skin, the precum leaking from his tip making it easier. When even that wasn't enough, he slowly lowers your shorts, rubbing himself against your pussy.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Seonghwa pushes himself off the bed, deft fingers running up and down your glistening pussy. You shifted a bit, your body instinctively reacting to his touch.

Seonghwa watched, eyes trained on your face for any sign of discomfort. When he finds none, he slips a finger inside you, feeling your gummy walls clenching around him.

"Hwa," you mumble in your sleep. His fingers stops. He really did not want to wake you. When he found no further reactions from you, he slipped another digit in, slipping them in and out of your now wet pussy.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. He needed more.

Aliging his tip to your slick opening, he saddled up behind you, resting his arms either side of your head for support.

He groans as he slipped in without restrain, his head falling back in ecstacy.

"Won't you hold me?"

He grins apologetically. "You awake, love? Sorry."

"Mm," you mumble. "Now hold me."

"As you wish, darling," he grinned, leaning down as his hand snaked around your throat, tilting your chin to make you look at him.

"So good, my love," he praises, kissing your lips. You moan around him, in need of more.

Seonghwa pants, hissing. "Raise your hips a bit, love."

And you oblige, allowing him to thrust in deeper into you. "Hwa," you gasp, sleep erased from your features.

He smirks, leaning down as he kissed your neck. "You're doing so good, Y/n, always so good for me."

"Coming," you whine.

"Come, darling," he said, kissing back of your neck sweetly. "Come for me, love."

And you do, gushing all around his cock. But the man doesn't stop, fucking you through your high. It doesn't take long for him to finish, a few lazy thrusts and he spills into you.

His eyes flicker to where you connected with him, your explosions spilling out of your stuffed hole. He licks his lip, slowly trying to slip out before you grab his wrist, stopping him.

"No more, Hwa," you say, knowing what he was about to do. "Sleep," you say firmly.

And Seonghwa is surprised but he obliges nonetheless, laying down next to you. He was about to take his cock out of your pussy but you stop him for a second time. "Stay, feels nice."

And the man smiles, nodding.

"Your wish my command, darling."

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[changelingsandothernonsense]

Decisions...

Or some Josh circa chapter 17 of Sleepers Awake wondering how big a hole he has to dig to get himself out of this shit. Featuring Josh about a month prior to catching the ol' Corprus, thus enjoy his hair.

Or Josh makes a plan behind his guide's back to duel the Urshilaku Gulakhan with the hope he'd picked up just enough skills scrapping about to hold his own in this sort of fight. His guide is not so convinced. Anyway Sleepers Awake wip under the cut. You don't have to read it to reblog the art :P

He turned and stomped towards the door and stepped out into the midmorning sun. Teldryn lit his cigarette as the door slammed shut behind him, closing his eyes as he took a long drag. Things were fucked, more than they ever needed to be, all because of what? His guide not having confidence in his ability to dodge some old bastard’s fucking— he’d been dodging blows of bastards twice his size since he was a kid, freshly tossed to the wolves on that damn plantation for fucks sake!

Not only would he show Erra what he could do, he’d send that old bastard crying to whomever the fuck he goes crying to! Teldryn wasn’t sure if it was spite or what, but he had a strong desire to prove his guide wrong. So that’s what he planned to do— prove that he wasn’t some Empire-supporting shithead suckling at the Emperor’s poisoned teat. No, he wanted to make an impression, make what he could do stick in that mer’s pretty head for the rest of his fucking—

He shook his head as he continued to puff on his cigarette. He was angry, he knew that but there was something else there, swimming about in his gut. He grit his teeth as smoke burned at the back of his throat and billowed out his nose. Bitter, burning and biting.

Maybe Erra was right and the Gulakhan would follow decorum as expected, maybe he’d accept the gift and grant him an audience with little fuss. What if he was getting himself all worked up over nothing? He wasn’t here to taste blood, after all. Cosades had made it very fucking clear that no one was to be harmed whilst he was out here! Not that that was his intention in the first place but given the circumstances…

He would play it by ear. Follow Erra’s plan, play nice with the Urshilaku leadership. Smile, flatter and all that guarshit. He knew he could do it if he concentrated. If he carefully watched his every movement and thought. It was a colossal task, and he knew he’d be drained to a husk afterwards, but he knew how to please these kinds of self-inflated assholes…or at least he thought he did…

Teldryn took another long drag on his cigarette, the smoke scratching at his lungs as he held his breath. He got real good at this sort of thing when he was running errands for Dren and his associates. Guys who were all physically bigger than him at the time and required the most delicate of care lest you upset them and wind up with one of them trying to cut your fucking arm off!

Teldryn felt his heart almost stutter in his chest as he coughed up smoke from his lungs, his head feeling a little faint. He leaned over, spitting into the dust as he caught his breath. He rubbed at his arm, along the thin, pale scar that ran around it. He’d been training for shit like this since he was a kid. First dancing around the worst that the Camonna Tong could offer, then everything Cyrodiil’s prison system could throw at him. He was still here, still breathing after it all.

What difference is there really between him dodging Dren’s or some giant fucking orc’s blows and him dancing around about some self-important nomad? Well, aside from the fact that he’d actually be armed this time around.

 Teldryn flicked the end of his cigarette into the ash and crushed the smouldering end with his boot. This was something he knew he could do. If everything did turn to shit as his guide feared, Teldryn knew that he’d be able to take on such a challenge. He didn’t exactly have a choice when it came right down to it after all. Cosades wanted that fucking information and Teldryn knew the consequences if he failed to get it.

He didn’t have a choice in this, he never did. So he would try to make this work for him, like he always had because what else was he ment to do? Erra might be able to call shit off and go home but it wouldn’t be that simple for him. He leaves and that’s it. It’s lights out. Teldryn took a deep breath and reached again for his cigarette tin. He’d have another cigarette, clear his head properly and then head back inside so that he could show his guide just what exactly he was capable of.

[zazaiafe2]

how do I calm myself and not feel restless even tho I'm on a deadline over the most important exam I've ever done and I have two days and half to do everything I didn't do and my progress is at 0% so I actually need to do everything but can't bring myself to start and probably do not have the time for it so I need to shift immediately or I'll fail it and UGHH

Hello! First of all, it's completely understandable to feel stressed under those circumstances. You're dealing with two very intense cognitive loads at the same time: academic pressure and shifting expectations. Both require a lot of mental energy, and when you're overwhelmed, it makes it harder to enter the mental state favorable for shifting, I'm sorry I didn't answered earlier it's because I had a lot of ask lol.

A few things to keep in mind from a more cognitive perspective:

1️⃣ Emotional overload reduces cognitive flexibility

High anxiety, urgency, and panic can push your brain into survival mode (sympathetic activation). Shifting generally requires parasympathetic activation (calm, safety, openness). Trying to "force" a shift while under severe stress creates internal conflict, your brain is trying to solve a big CR issues instead of allowing immersive dissociation or absorption into your DR identity and environment.

2️⃣ Your brain doesn't like ultimatums

"If I don't shift, I fail." That thought creates pressure and makes your brain associate shifting with danger or failure. Shifting works better when approached with curiosity, playfulness, or even mild detachment rather than desperate necessity (at least at the key moment)

3️⃣ Try micro-regulation first

Before any shifting attempt, focus on lowering your stress baseline:

- Box breathing (inhale 4s, hold 4s, exhale 4s, hold 4s)

- Progressive muscle relaxation

- Body scans (grounding attention in physical sensations)

These techniques can help your nervous system shift gears and make absorption easier.

I really invite you to go watch these videos, they are super relaxing and will really help you in my opinion. It will make the key moment easier

4️⃣ Mental rehearsal instead of full shifting

If you feel unable to fully shift, you can allow your brain to engage in light daydream-style immersion in your DR without pressure. This lowers the threshold over time and can still be beneficial.

5️⃣"Need to shift immediately" often creates paradoxical inhibition

When you feel you haveto shift right now, it can paradoxically delay the process (similar to trying to fall asleep while stressed about not sleeping). Instead, tell yourself: "If I shift, great; if not, I'm still safe and okay."

6️⃣ Cognitive load matters

If your brain is heavily occupied with worry about exams in this CR, it's okay to prioritize grounding yourself first. Shifting doesn't disappear just because you're not doing it today. Your DR isn't going anywhere. But your body needs care here too.

In short:

Don't shame yourself for not shifting under stress. A regulated, rested brain shifts much easier. Your value isn't defined by how fast or perfectly you shift. Prioritize calming your system first; shifting will follow more naturally.

If you truly want to shift before your exams (to avoid them), focus on small daily regulation: reduce screen time before bed, prioritize full body relaxation, use low-effort immersive daydreams before sleep, and approach shifting softly, as something gentle. The calmer your system at the moment , the easier your mind can "let go" into your DR. (It's not a big deal if you're stressed, anxious or basically a mess during the day)

Sending you lots of support and courage for your exams.

[anaburbononburbon]

18+, MDNI

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Gimme gimme gimme desperate Soap and a pretty thing that can't stop fucking each other. All over one another when he's back from deployment. Real nasty stuff. Talking: wall to wall, kitchen countertops, bed, floor, couches, outside on walks.

Vibrating cockrings in public spaces. Remote controlled vibrators on drives.

Two, desperate, horny little devils.

Soap is in heaven.

For about....six months.

Eventually, it'll wear on him. Tired from work. Too tired to always give it to you like he needs to, but he isn't a quitter! He does it, no complaining on his end.

But the team notices. Ghost first, of course. Johnny is comin back worse for wear off of leave, and it doesn't sit right with Ghost. No, no it doesn't. That's his sergeant, his best man. So, he watches and waits.

Gaz notices second. Soap and Gaz are two peas in a pod and he can't help but stare as Johnny walks in the rec room with dark circles around his eyes, winces as he sits down and immediately passes out when he relaxes in the couch, snuggled to his best mate.

Breaks Gaz's heart.

Cap notices last, but immediately pulls him and the rest of the team in his office to ask him straight:

"What's goin on, sunshine? You feelin okay? Everything olright at home?"

And god, Soap appreciates the thought, but is mortified that his lack of jokes, tired eyes and sore muscles have been noticed by everyone.

He tries to play it cool. Laughs it off. Tells everyone to stop worrying. Attempts to pick himself from his seat, but Ghost immediately shoves him back down.

"Someone hurtin you, Johnny? Someone we need to take care of?" Soap almost wants to cry. His team is so fuckin sweet, but there's no way he can admit what's actually happening.

"Say the word, Soap, and it'll be taken care of. No questions asked." Kyle rubs his shoulder, offering him support and comfort in this difficult situation.

Soap breaks.

"Not what you think it is..." He whispers, thinking about you. Your lips around his cock. Your tight holes around his dick. His own tongue deep inside you.

Over and over and over-

"What is it, son? What's goin on?" John cares about his team. He cares about his boys. He wants them happy. Wants them thriving. They were in a fucked up line of work, and every day wasn't promised.

Least he could do was make sure his men were taken care of. That they were being taken care of.

"It's too much." It was soft. A confession. Something he didn't mean to say out loud, but was ripped from his throat all the same.

"What's too much, Johnny?" Ghost whispered back, his hand finding his knee and squeezing it gently. Both his and Kyle's hands pulling and pushing Soap into an ease that he hadn't had in quite awhile.

Johnny broke.

"My...my lass and I we're...she's draining me fuckin dry!"

Silence.

Not what they thought he would say...

"Your lass is-" Kyle couldn't even ask before Johnny threw his head back and sobbed.

"My fuckin dream is my nightmare, Kyle! Can you fuckin believe it? Fuckin right embarrassin, I'll tell you. She's the best. Sweet. Cooks. Cleans. Has hobbies. Never cries when I'm gone. Never upset when I leave at a moments notice. Just smiles, kisses me and wishes me well. God, Gaz, I'm in fuckin love with her. She's perfect. But...but..." Johnny shakes his head. Swallows thickly and breaths deeply.

"But?" Cap presses, his arms crossed against his chest, plans forming in his head.

"Fuckin insatiable, that one is. It was fine at first. Fun! Sex everyday. Multiple times a day. Wake up with my cock down her throat and go to sleep deep in her cunt. Keeps me warm all the time, Cap. Begs me to fuck her right in the arse at midnight. Eats my arse like she's mad at it. Fuckin heaven I tell you lot! But...but I'm so goddamn tired. I'm so sore from it all. And I don't ever want to tell her no, you know? She...she's my sweetheart. And she's been through some things and, not my place to tell, but I want to make her feel wanted. That's what she does to me. And I need to do the same. Just some days...it's hard." Johnny laughs, shaking his head at his outburst. "Fuck, here I am, whining and bitchin because I can't tell her no...fuck me. I gotta just, say it. Be honest. Be open. Let her know that I'm not just some machine. That I need some rest."

It's quiet. Conversations are happening without Johnny being involved.

Kyle readjusts in his chair.

"Insatiable thing, you say?" Johnny smiles brightly, nodding his head.

"Fuck yeah. Sweet thing, fuckin fooled me the first time. Went for hours before I finally passed out inside her, pinnin her down to the floor. How I found out she likes to go to sleep with a cock in her."

"Nasty little thing, huh, Johnny?" Ghosts asks, remembering what Soap said about her devilish tongue.

"Oh, LT. You wouldn't fuckin believe. Made me piss on her the second week I moved in. Had to convince her to let me do it in the shower. Kept trying to do on the bed. Fuckin feisty when she wants." Johnny couldn't help but squeeze his hardening cock, remembering vividly that night. Your smiles. Your mouth opening. Your giggles. You were a fuckin angel.

"Needs some good lovin, that right, Soap?" Price asked, leaning back in his chair, lighting up a cigar as Johnny smiles wide, hearts for eyes.

"Needs all the lovin, Cap. Can't take a compliment. Dishes em out like currency but refuses to acknowledge any back. Love holding her down and tellin her how perfect she is, how gorgeous she is. How she was made for me. She tries to hide her face. Wants to pull away, but I don't let her. Gotta make her see it, you know?" Price hums, filing it away for later.

Simon sits back in his chair, stretching his neck side to side. Thinking of things that he can't say quite yet.

"Can't tell her, Johnny." Johnny freezes at his words, his heart catching in his throat and his eyes widening.

"What you mean, LT? I thought...I mean-I-" Johnny stutters, thinking he made a big mistake. He shouldn't have said anything. Everything is ruined.

"He's right." Kyle says, now massaging both of his shoulders, trying to get Johnny to relax and accept what they were offering. "You need a break, mate. Need to relax. But your lass? Poor thing is neglected every time you're out and about. She waits every day for you to come home and make her feel good. Make her feel like she belongs. Bet she looks forward to you home more than she does waking up." Kyle waits, still working the knots out of Johnny's shoulders and letting it settle into his core. Kyle brushes his lips against Johnny's ear, letting him shiver at the closeness of his fellow sergeant. "You just need someone to help you out with her." Johnny's eyes bulge out, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"Might need more than just one person, from the sound of it." Cap has a grin on his face, predatory and exhilarating. Johnny's cocks his head, his thoughts running away from him as he takes in what his team is saying.

"Think you might need the whole team, Johnny." Simon's whispers, and it's settled.

Now...how to tell you.

[starrydreamerluna]

Huntrix was formed on a survival show-

-to test the trainees compatibility with rumi and the rest of the public. To see who had the spark to become a demon hunter.

Zoey(14) auditions with a sunlight sisters song she wrote an extended part for so she could rap, because Bobby sent it in for her wanting her to at least try to pursue music.

Mira(16) gets scouted at a dance meet where no one knows who she is so she ends up hiding herself as mira and dying her hair black so no one recognises her on the show.

Rumi(15) was a shoe in obviously, but she'd not guaranteed for the final lineup if the honmoon doesn't resonate with her enough (she can use it still though because the sunlight sisters are still technically active and rumi inherited her mothers claim to use it)

There's a few weeks of the usual training and covering songs before Celine starts being able to whittle down her shortlist and starts encouraging the girls to push themselves to connect with the music theyre performing and think how the audience will connect with it.

Zoey rumi and mira get put together by chance and outperform the other teams in a Sunlight sisters themed challenge/mission where the girls really made the songs their own. Mira choreographs new parts including an improved dancebreak, rumi opts up in her high notes and adlibs but also guides her teammates on harmonies and zoey kills it with her best rap yet.

When it gets down to the final 10 girls one of them gets injured in a practice room and has to pull out after she's found by rumi and Celine, leaving 3 teams of three girls. Celine therefore decides to pull out the final challenge- she wants each team to work with eschother and as much staff as they need to produce a demo debut. What do they want their debut to sound like, what foot are they putting forward? How are they gonna present themselves to their fans?

The ones who resonate the strongest with the honmoon will win their debut. They have 6 weeks. (During which the actual episodes start airing.)

There's a bit of angst and hurt going between the teams and their members, zoey is panicking about her heritage and ability because people are calling her western and her schoolmates are watching her. Mira realises people are starting to figure out who she is, and rumi knows that a demon attacked the trainee that got hurt, trying to prevent the hunters coming together.

before Celine can know for sure who her apprentices may be demons break into rumi, mira and zoeys practice session and they find out about it all because rumi has to defend them. When she gets pinned in comes mira with a steal chair and 14 year old zoey uses her cheerleading experience to kick a few demons back.

Unfortunately they do steal something: zoeys notebook which fucking devastates her. Rumi promises its okay.

Zoey in all her childish dumbassery decides to sneak out that night to go get her notebook back, partly her own drive, partly a tempt by gwi-ma to get her killed once he found out it had a lot of confessions of her anxiety throughout the show.

Mira was on her way back after being confronted by her parents about everything when zoey left. She's so angry at them she decided to cut off contact because she felt so at home in the dorms.

Both of them accidentally unknowingly tear the honmoon and its rumi to the rescue, until yknow. The girls summon their weapons for the first time. They start writing the song then and there, zoey inspired by the sounds of the honmoon for a baseline, mira channeling her want to beat shit up into choreography and rumi's awkward sassy ass coming up with the hook while insulting demons.

Zoey calls in Bobby for support because he's her legal guardian while she's in Korea and he starts helping manage their tasks and they get the demo done with enough time to go on a few more hunts to get the notebook back because Bobby let's it slip how important they are to zoey.

Celine isn't happy with them when she finds them after biting off more than they can chew.

She is incredibly impressed two days later when they perform their song at the live finale and the honmoon soars in recognition of its new guardians.

[seroopygoopy]

☆.「 Jotun x GN! Reader 」.☆

As I was doom scrolling through TikTok, I came across a video on seals. Specifically the silly little sounds they make. Then a headcannon bloomed. Yautja’s making the same barks, huffs, and growls as these furry tubs of lard 🥹.

Like imagine just hanging out with your yautja, y’all are just doing some everyday chores or training and all you hear is this 👇

Coming from this absolute unit 😭

Like what?!!? Does anyone else find their clicking cute or is it just me? They’re menacing under scary situations but outside of those circumstances their little trills and clicks are so unique and adorable to me.

Deadass I have a whole YouTube playlist I use to lock in just on yautja ASMR’s 😋!

Brief summary: You live with Jotun (Idk if thats his canon name) and in this scenario y’all share some fruit!

Notes: There’s literally zero dialogue and it’s all fluff!! Also please excuse my grammar. English wasn’t my first language, Spanish is 🙌🏻! Also if you have any questions then feel free to ask. If you have any constructive criticism or tips on how to improve my writing, please let me know! I’m always open to new suggestions.

It’s been exactly three years since you were snatched up from earth and dropped onto the unfamiliar terrain known as Yautja Prime. A desert landscape of vast, arid expanse where the heat is top of the chain. The land is filled with shades of ochre, rust and pale sand. Jagged rock formations sculpted by centuries of wind erosion. Sparse vegetation clings to survival by a thread. The alien biology resembled earth’s own flora but these had a more volatile twist to them. More spikey, bigger and had stronger defense mechanism. No wonder the yautja were so deadly, everything was out to kill them. They HAD to be deadly to survive such a hostile world. Everything was larger and more ferocious just like the natives here.

Honestly you were shocked you were even alive but here you were currently strolling through the village with Jotun. That wasn’t his actual name of course but it was the nickname you picked out for the rotund beast. It just fit him better.

Using both your hands you carried a large basket of fruit, your limbs struggling just slightly to support it’s weight. Arms covered in scratches from retrieving these juicy treats. Defiantly worth it! these were especially sweet this time of year when the sun was practically cooking you alive. Jotun helped you with most of it since the skin of his hands were naturally more thick and suitable for the hostile vegetation.

He walked slowly in front of you carrying two baskets, each woven vessel containing diffrent fruits. You haven’t tried either yet actually. The massive yautja before you walked with a hint of excitement and anticipation in his stride. He took great delight in watching you react to new things. Like a curious puppy he’d sit beside you and just watch. Eager mandible clicks and funny seal-like sounds coming from his chest filled the air after you responded. It always shocked you to hear the various sounds yautja made.

As of now, your feet padded against the scorching sand, even wearing protective feet pads you could still feel the sting. Not as intense but it was most definitely there. Jotun and yourself were currently heading back to his home. A place you shared with him through out all three years.

Upon arrival, the three woven baskets were placed neatly on the wooden counter. You and Jotun immediately got to work with the fruit. Meticulously scrubbing away the dust from the fruit’s thick skin, Jotun separated those ready to be eaten from the ones better suited for storage. The ripest he placed carefully aside, while the rest were tucked into a makeshift cooler lined with scavenged insulation and chilled stones.

Yautja were primarily carnivorous, their culture steeped in the thrill of the hunt and the taste of fresh kill, but they weren’t above drawing sustenance from other energy sources when the opportunity presented itself.

Jotun’s favorite was a watermelon sized fruit—red skin, green frills and white flesh, it bore an uncanny resemblance to a rambutan. Only this one was freakishly large.

He sank a claw into the rind, splitting it into half with a satisfying crack. He held the other piece with one hand and waited for you to transfer it over to yours. His mandibles clicked, a purr rumbled from his chest and with that you knew he was happy.

Jotun bit down on his half, clear juice dripped down his tusks as another purr erupted from within. You couldn’t help but giggle at his purring. It reminded you of a seal but only deeper and coming from a mountain of a man. He turned his gaze to you, slightly lowered himself and gently pushed the fruit you held up to your face. His scaly hand dwarfing your own.

Puppy dog eyes, glowing with a beautiful red hue, gazed up at you with a mix of fondness and curiosity. A soft chuckle slipped from your lips, unable to resist the innocent plea in that look. You couldn’t keep him waiting, How could you with a look like that?

Your teeth sank into the tender white flesh, the sugary fluid flooded your tastebuds. A soft moan surged from your chest as you chewed on the fruit. The texture was tender, almost melting, and the subtle coolness contrasted with the warmth of the air around you. He watched intently, anticipation shining in his eyes, as if sharing in every bite. Water-like juice ran down your chin similar to when jotun bit into his own.

Then a completely new sound filled your ears. Almost like a purr, but different—rougher, deeper, with a strange rhythm to it. You bared your teeth in a wide grin as laughter bubbled up uncontrollably. The sound was quirky, no doubt, but so unbelievably precious, especially coming from muscle man over here, whose usual demeanor could be carved from stone.

Jotun turned his head to the side like a confused pup, his brows knitted together, face shifting in that slow, deliberate way he always moved. Analyzing, observing, puzzling it out. What was so funny? Had the fruit triggered some odd chemical reaction in your brain? Some euphoric side effect he’d overlooked?

Then it dawned on him.

The realization hit him with a slow-burning certainty. Jotun’s eyes narrowed while his mandibles pressed back into place. A low rumble filled with annoyance mixed with your laughter. That noise he made—a gentle trill, part rumble, part something new was his people’s way of showing they were very happy.

Yet without doubt here you were laughing. Not at him just at the silly noise he made. There was no mock, no malice, nothing that deemed your laughter as teasing. It was just laugh of pure joy.

His grumble of irritation shifted to deep laugh. A moment of vulnerability between two souls from diffrent origins, cultures, and most notably—diffrent planets. To one, the other was alien and to the other, the same.

Two beings sat on soft furs while enjoying simple, mundane fruit. No words were ever exchanged. No shared tongue was needed to find comfort in each other's presence. Only shared laughter.

[etherfraisie]

Endearment

—> in which Cove learns few terms of endearment for you

Pairings: Cove Holden x fem!reader

Tags: fluff, (maybe) a bit cringe. both of you are still nervous around each other. you’re still at the early stage of the relationship. tweaked the main story a little bit to fit the narrative in this fic. HEAVILY self-insert. Sets time in between step 2 and step 3. Reader is Indonesian for the sake of this fic.

Words:

Sayang = dear

Sayangku = my dear

Cintaku = my love

Kasih = love

Cantik = pretty

“Sayang.”

The moment Cove said that, you stop whatever you’re doing. The pen in your hand drops as you slowly look up to Cove who’s sitting in front of you.

It was faint, barely a whisper. The word almost drowned between the soft music that idly plays as you’re both doing your summer work. But you heard him nonetheless.

It’s been a while since you talked about your biological parents with your moms. Ma had told you that you weren’t born in America. You originated from Indonesia and your parents moved to America as your dad got a better job opportunity there. You weren’t old enough to remember all of your previous life before moving here. Faces of your biological parents are blurry, but you remember a few words of your, technically, mother tongue. Mom did mention how it was difficult for you to learn a new language at first. It took some time and practice, especially because you’re still so young.

Since then, you try to relearn your mother tongue. Trying to reconnect with your roots. Ma and Mom were worried at first. Scared that it’ll somehow change you, but they’re supportive nonetheless. Especially now after seeing the way you happily tell them random facts about your culture.

Cove is no different. He has always been your first supporter and this won’t be an exception. He has helped you find information about your culture in every way he can. He is always there beside you, for better and for worse.

However, you don’t remember ever learning the new language together. You had always just talked about the culture. Sure, Cove has shown interest about learning together in the past, but you know how difficult it could be to learn a new language. You don’t really want to fill his already full plate with something so small, you think.

So it’s shocking to hear him call you a term of endearment in your mother tongue. Cove’s face is red. Too red, actually. He’s never this red even when he’s saying one of his corny pickup lines. Knowing him, he probably has planned this for a few days now.

Seeing that there’s no reaction from you, Cove slowly opens his mouth again.

“Sayangku—“

“Stop, stop!” you cut him immediately, not able to handle how much his words can affect you. Your hand outstretched, grabbing a handful of his face and effectively stopping Cove from saying anything further. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! When did you learn that?!”

Cove holds your hand that’s covering his face, pulling it away gently. He sheepishly answered, “a few weeks ago.”

“You…” At a loss for words, you sigh. Looking at him with adoration. “What am I gonna do with you? You know you don’t have to do that.”

“But I want to! I know how important this is to you, and it’s important to me too,” Cove quickly replied.

You laugh at his antics. Oh, surely one of these days he will stop with the unpredictable silliness. But you wouldn’t wanna change it any other way. You’re happy to see the next thing he’ll do that will surprise you.

“How much have you learned?” you ask. You rest your head to your hand, patiently waiting for his answer.

“Well, um.” He absentmindedly rubs the scar on his hand. “There’s the basics of introducing yourself.”

“And then you jump straight into the terms of endearment?” you tease which has an immediate effect on him as his face turns deep red and his eyes looking anywhere but yours.

“No! No… Well, yes, I kinda did.” He scratches the back of his neck. “Can you teach me more?”

“I’d love to!” You shoot up, happy to see him also invested in your culture.

You thought that was it because after that you both started doing your summer work again. The thought of teaching Cove about your culture makes you giddy. Your leg couldn’t stop bouncing in its place. But then Cove mumbles something.

“What is it, Cove?” You lean closer to him making sure to hear what he’s about to say.

“Can I call you that from now?” he says a little bit louder.

“Call me what?”

Cove takes his time to answer you again. His body language becomes more nervous as the second goes by, but he’s determined to talk about it so you patiently wait until he opens his mouth again.

“Can I call you sayang from now?” His voice keeps getting quiet as he says his question.

That’s it. Now he has done it.

You can feel your face getting warmer and to save you from embarrassment, you hide your face in your hands. Cove isn’t any better either. He’s not only rubbing his scar, but his whole arm now. Nervous over what you’ll say, he looks away from you and only steals a little glance while he waits for your answer.

After recollecting yourself, you slowly look up from your hands. Taking a peek of Cove, he’s still rubbing his arm slowly.

“Uh, yeah… sure…” you mumbles. Then you thought it wasn't a firm enough answer. “Yes! I’d love that! Call me sayang!”

The words had come out in a shout, which startled Cove. But he recovers immediately and laughs. The air surrounding you two isn’t as awkward as before now, as you both laugh about the silliness and how nervous you were a second ago.

Ever since then, Cove has never stopped calling you sayang. Quite the opposite, actually. He keeps adding more and more endearment in his vocabulary. ‘Sayang’ for everyday use, ‘cintaku’ when he’s feeling extra happy that day, ‘kasih’ and his puppy eyes are a common combo to melt your heart, and ‘cantik’ when he’s teasing you.

You couldn’t be more proud and Cove couldn’t be more happier to be able to help you.

[sisaloofafump]

So you want to write Lois/Clark/Bruce (or similar)...

Here are some ideas of things that I like to keep in mind when writing Lois and poly or exes cloisbat. It is far from a checklist, and I have absolutely no judgment for those who follow different approaches, but this is the advice I would give to exploring cloisbat writers.

First 2 points are about conscientious writing. The rest are relevant information about Lois.

1. Be intentional and respect your own character arcs.

A common pitfall that cloisbat or exes!clois fics fall into is using Lois solely as a tool to get superbat together*, and then abandoning her without resolution. Regardless of your thoughts on Lois, this can be quite weak writing as it leaves a plot thread conspicuously untied.

So, if you're using her as a major supporting character, be intentional with her arc. To be clear, she doesn't have to be part of the endgame. But what does she get out of it? Does she find solid ground in single life? Do we see glimpses of her working on a story even as her and Clark are still struggling to recover from a break up? She deserves a spot in the epilogue.

If you want her to be a minor character/cameo, then ask yourself why she is the right fit for the scene, and what dimensionality you can allude to her having so her minor inclusion makes sense. Be intentional about her minor role - why isn't she in the main part? Why is she allowing x to happen? Why choose to cameo her in the first place?

There is no right or wrong reason to give for her inclusion or lack there of, but being intentional with why you chose her, what she brings to the story, and how to provide her a resolution, will keep her the fleshed out character we know her to be and your writing stronger itself.

*see later points for expansion on the wingman Lois trope

2. Tell us why they are together.

While the statement "everyone is a little bit in love with Lois Lane" is canon, that doesn't mean it's solid enough proof for a story.

- Yearning -

Consider a fic that starts off in modern comics with a yearning Bruce. It sets the scene by saying that everything is the same as standard canon, and that Bruce has fallen in love with both Clark and Lois.

Immediately, that feels unbalanced. Clark and Bruce have decades of close history to draw from, we can see how/when Bruce would have fallen in love. But we can't easily picture it with Lois who interacts with him so rarely.

Instead of telling us what features Bruce has fallen in love with in vague terms "her brilliance, her beauty, the way she keeps Clark on his toes*" (which reads much more as superficial admiration rather than love), tell us when he fell for her. It only has to be a single throwaway line, but it gives us the implication that they've actually had time/opportunity to fall. Maybe it was when Lois saved Superman in battle, or maybe when he caught her sneaking around the back halls of a gala, or even over the course of monthly family dinners with Clark and Lois. Give us a reason to see Bruce's love for Clark and Lois as even approaching equal in his eyes.

*"her fierce personality, her determination, her fight for the truth" was my original list of attributes, but I liked it too much. It doesn't make her sound as much like a Barbie whose main purpose is to love Clark in a way Bruce approves.

- Dating -

It's an acknowledged problem in canon comics that they struggle to properly show why Clark fell for Lois*. It's even harder for Lois and Bruce.

So tell us: how do they have fun together? Why are they dating? Show us that they genuinely and uniquely enjoy each other's presence.

Some ideas for what keeps them coming back:

A sense of shared adventure, team-ups, or information sharing

Enjoyable conversations, sex, shared activities (like finding refuge together at high class events)

Tension and dares. Constantly getting in each other's way, poking each other's buttons, challenging each other to do things. Enjoying the chase and the catch.

Emotional connection - being the one who truly seems to understand the other, or who they can share (at least some of) their secrets with. Coming together in grief over a third's death

Ulterior motive - fake dating, revenge on the third, manipulation to get information, rebounding after a break up.

Note: Lois isn't actually super materialistic - at least not as a major character trait in comics. She loves to dress up, and she loves her Maserati (and stealing Bruce's) but she isn't swayed by riches and even asks Clark to stop giving her fancy gifts. As such, Bruce's tax bracket likely wouldn't be a primary reason for attraction. Instead, she's often attracted to features like charm, bravery, compassion, heroics, adventures, and proof of an interesting/exciting life - whether this is found in superheroes or in civilians like actors, astronauts, and fellow reporters.

* read the forward to Man and Superman by Marc Wolfman to see how one writer confronts this

- Married + third -

It's a common default that Clark and Lois are already married. It's also common for fanfiction to then add Bruce on as a third - often just for Clark.

Polyamory can come with added complications, extra communication*, and equal respect for all sides. It isn't a blank slate where their first-established relationship (in this case, married Clois) has no effect. Even if they're in a "don't talk, don't tell" open arrangement, a long term marriage will still have a foundational impact on the characters, regardless of how short it's time in the overall plot is.

*I say this, and yet my favourite trope to write is polyamory miscommunication. Just because they need to communicate to be healthy, doesn't mean you have to write them in a healthy relationship. Let them be dumb and hurtful and confused and never know what the other is thinking

Honestly, I'm all for a superbat story where it mentions that Lois and Clark are still married. But if superbat are getting together while clois are married - why? Let us hear from Lois. Tell us why it's in this form, and why each player enjoys it (or not).

If it's already a pre-established arrangement, and you have space for it in your story, remember the unfeatured pairings! Even in a throwaway line, let us know what the unfeatured character (in this case, Lois) is doing. And remember: she won't be all "go get 'em, tiger!" all the time. She'll be busy, she'll have her own life and concerns, and this arrangement may be routine to her. Give her three dimensionality instead of only existing to cheer on superbat.

(Also you should totally let her kiss Bruce too, and tell us why she likes him... but I'm biased like that)

(actually no fuck it this is my post. if youre not writing cloisbat where loisbat is a central feature, what in the hell are you doing. believe that they can love each other. now.)

- Exes -

If any of them are exes, that sets a distinctive stage. It automatically makes us ask: why were they together? why did they break up? and what will make this next relationship different?

The three of them share a lot of similar flaws - too busy, too stubborn, too prone to isolating themselves. They are constantly invasive and have little respect for boundaries, while keeping their own so high. As such, if you make two of them exes, what's to say that the next arrangement won't have the same flaws that drew the first one apart?

Having a semi-prominent ex relationship is almost a Chekhov's gun in a romance story - consider giving us the resolution in how the characters face similar problems and overcome it, or why this one is different. (Here's a hint: the next relationship can have the same flaws. But this time they will have grown and learned from their past mistakes and know how to navigate it better) (or maybe they haven't, and it stays delightfully messy)

3. What happens when they break up?

Lois and Clark have broken up a lot (or gone on major separations after fights), and three things almost always happen:

The initial conversation is civil. It is sad and 90% Lois talking and calling the shots because she has already made up her mind. However, this usually comes after many failed attempts to get Clark to talk through their issues before.

Lois leaves for weeks/months. It's the same thing she does after nearly every tragedy, and alludes to her childhood growing up constantly moving. Sometimes she goes backpacking herself, sometimes she goes to visit/travel with her family, almost always she tells Clark not to contact her and doesn't pick up the phone. (If Clark is already travelling, she'll stay where she is and ask him not to come back).

They struggle being friends. This is the main thing I see fanon depart from, but in canon, exes!clois are incredibly messy. Their lives are so intertwined that sometimes the months of space isn't enough. They fight often. As Lois Lane (1986) says, "They had gotten too close. It was easy to get hurt, to misinterpret moves". Consider that the primary reason they break up is Clark not opening up to her and Lois fighting for her independence.

Sometimes Lois leaves after they fail at being friends (post-crisis engagement break off), sometimes the failure takes place repeatedly over the many years after she returns (bronze age). As for canon reasons Clark and Lois fight/break up:

Independence - Lois fighting for her to not just be "the wife". Clark trying to stop her from publishing certain stories when they have a difference of political opinions. Superman not wanting to marry her because he knows she would hate being a stay at home mom.

Secrets/Emotional Availability - Clark/Superman not opening up. They both know his identities, but he will never admit it. He says its to protect her, but they both know that's a flimsy excuse just to keep his own self-isolation

Infidelity/Jealousy - Clark and Lori kissing while clois is engaged. Lana interfering with their relationship - with words and kisses. Clark's dubious attraction to Wonder Woman. Superman failing to appreciate Lois/stringing her along for years while he seriously courts other women as well. Similarly, José breaks up with Lois because he knows she's in love with Clark

Physical Availability - Their constant busy schedule. Clark spending a year away from her and then immediately leaving again. Superman failing to save her father's life (she knows it's not his fault but the blame and resentment still grow).

Bruce and Lois date and break up much less often. But their reasons have been: because she finds out Bruce is Batman, because she finds out he isn't Superman, or because Bruce is no longer amnesiac.

Because of how big jealousy can be in their relationships, and how messy their breakups and attempted friendships are, I really advise steering away from the "ex is happily my wingman" trope for clois without intense consideration over how to make that work. However! When she's dating someone else and they're best friends (à la N52)? She canonically tries to be his wingman then. Wingman!Lois is not at all impossible, but in my opinion it's very hard to make work in character when they are exes.

4. Lois + Jealousy

Lois has an incredibly complicated relationship to jealousy - and in various eras (especially the Silver Age) it was considered one of her primary traits. However, what she does get jealous at or not is very specific.

What makes her jealous?

Self-comparison - Lois can be very insecure, especially when compared to powerful, beautiful women. The primary example of this is Wonder Woman, who was long a source of insecurity for Lois before they became friends. Famous actresses, models, and princesses can also spark this comparison-fueled jealousy.

Emotional Infidelity - For years, Superman never committed to either Lois or Lana (or any other), and actively courted them both, promising that one of them would be the one he would marry. And Lois was jealous. As a whole, her bouts of jealousy are when seeing Superman/Clark actively pursuing other women (Lana, Cat, etc) or being pursued by an ex (Lori, Simone, etc). She also caught him and Lori kissing when engaged—but curiously, she never brought it up when she dumped him a few weeks later (because she saw Clark put a stop to it? It's up to interpretation as to why). But, in summary, she is jealous when there is a genuine romantic threat.

Secrets - Lois is incredibly curious; honesty in her partnerships is very important to her. She worries what Clark is doing when he's not with her—she'll watch him walk out of her apartment arm in arm with Wonder Woman and wonder what goes up when they're off together. And it is a valid worry, as Clark does keep secrets—belatedly telling her that him and Lana kissed, never telling her that him and Lori were engaged, working behind her back with Perry, etc

What doesn't make her jealous?

Tricks - For decades, Lois was pushed into many scenarios where her and Superman could get married, but she never took them. She would never marry him based on a trick, and doesn't believe in anyone else who uses tricks to get him. And, so, she has set him up in fake relationships, and (modernly) has felt nothing but compassion for when he has been kissed by strangers without consent. (In contrast, Superman would set her up on fake relationships (including with Bruce), and then, despite knowing it's fake, still become very jealous)

When she is taken - This varies depending on the story, but the biggest example is in the n52. Lois and Clark are each other's missed chances, and Lois instead dates Jon Carroll, a war correspondent. She isn't jealous over Clark dating, and even tries to set Clark up with her sister, despite considering him "the guy I almost fell in love with".

The other lovers themselves - A very important note is that Lois becomes friends with her "competition". They may initially start as jealous rivals, but eventually they settle into a balance. Even after catching Lori and Clark kissing, she still stays friends and roommates with Lori. After getting to know Diana, she becomes the one Lois asks to take care of Clark when Lois is gone. Lana is... complicated. But when Lana isn't actively trying to sabotage their relationship, well, Lois put it best: "We'll always be good friends even though we're both in love with the same guy." There are even imaginary endings where both Lois and Lana are happily dating Superman together.

Which comes down to the question: does Bruce make Lois jealous?

It's up to interpretation, and each person's reading of her tone. For example, consider the classic exchange from Checkmate vol 3:

Do you read bitterness in Lois' voice? Is it over Bruce's closeness, or the fact that Clark affords more freedoms to him than he does to Lois? Is Lois mentioning their closeness in support, or in jealousy?

She has actively supported Clark and Bruce's friendship in the past and pushed for them to become even closer. I think you could write it either way, but I don't think she often is. She looks down on Bruce just enough not to compare herself, and she knows the ins and outs of Clark's relationship with him sometimes better than Clark does. She is allowed to intrude on Bruce's space, and that is the biggest signal of trust between them.

5. Lois is invasive (and that isn't necessarily bad)

One of my favourite aspects of Lois, Clark, Bruce (and Selina), is that all they have very skewed ideas of boundaries. And yet, it comes with a few major aspects:

It is mutual/consensual - Lois expects Clark to spy on her, just as Clark expects her to read his work notes and steal his stories. Bruce has no issue with Lois stealing his car, just as Lois knows that Bruce is tracking where she takes it. As Lois Lane (1986) says, "She grew to appreciate [Superman's help], even use it to her advantage. But that was okay, they were both reporters. It was part of their job, using people. So he knew what she was doing and he went along with it." It becomes their symbol of trust and of the highest respect. They know that the other will use these knowledge and tools in important ways. And often, they love each other, it isn't an imposition.

(Sometimes Lois' pushing can also be interpreted as threat—if Bruce shares everything with Clark, then he must with Lois as well, and if not she might draw Clark away).

I think its also important to note that the Lois who takes what ever information or tools she wants (in modern comics at least) is Work!Lois. At home, information is something to be given, never hidden and needing to be pried. Work!Lois and Batman get along splendidly, but Home!Lois and Batman don't—in her space, they follow a different set of rules.

She requires absolute honesty in her protected space, and for it to be a haven away from the rest of the world. When Bruce or Kara brings bad news, she demands answers, then treats them as invaders and tells them to get out. In my opinion, one of the worst things you could do is lie to her in her own home.

As such, you can extend this mentality outwards and choose to go with post-crisis Lois who respects the sacred nature of others' home life too. She is surprised that Batman expects her to know who he is under the mask. Bruce thinks that Clark would have shared everything with his wife, meanwhile Lois never asked—she respected his non-work privacy.

So consider what they are and are not invasive about, and to what extent they would share that information. There are many variants. Lois doesn't often leak Superman's identity—but would she try to figure it out? Would she leak it under dire circumstances? Does Clark treat Lois' invasion as a game to playfully undermine, or does he go the other route and spy back? Does she consider Bruce an invader when its the Batman who knocks on her door? Lois takes objects and information and breaks into public buildings—would she break into a home?

6. Lois and Sex

Lois and Clark have a decently active (stymied by very busy schedules), and often playful, sex life. (Side note but: Lois mostly sleeps in the left side of the bed - Clark on her right). How active it is when she's single varies depending on canon, but it can range from seemingly nightly dates with random suitors, to fast hook ups with old friends, to having sex with Clark on their first date but not with anyone else she was tentatively seeing.

Would she easily hook up with Bruce when Clark was dead? Potentially—it was in Snyder's plans, and she does kiss Jeb in the comics. But this kiss comes after turning his more explicit advances down, and is racked with guilt after. One common through-line in post-crisis comics is that it is very hard for her to do anything more than share a kiss and spend some time together with anyone other than Clark. However, this is very much not the same in other eras! Do whatever you want, forever.

- Kinks -

A character's sex life is often incredibly up to interpretation, and has lots of room to play around with and take creative control. Lois is no different.

It's very common to write Lois taking a dominant dynamic in bed, and there is some canon basis for that! While incredibly fun, and often in character, I want to take a moment to promote vanilla and sub Lois too.

As mentioned numerous times before, Work!Lois and Home!Lois can be different—home is a place Lois rigorously defends for the right to relax. Half of her macho bravado is taken to the extreme in public for the sake of getting what she wants in the way her fathers (General Lane and Perry) modelled and taught her. At home, she lets the intensity (and mask, if you want to call it that) slip. As such, I believe she should occasionally have simple vanilla sex when she is with someone she loves and trusts, and allow herself to relax in bed like she does elsewhere at home.

And for sub Lois... you can 100% lean into the playful brat route. You can also lean into the fact that she is incredibly attracted to an incredibly big strong man. Bottom line is, don't think you're stuck to dom Lois!

That said, we do know 2 of Lois's kinks:

Exhibitionism (and flying sex around the city)

Roleplay (sometimes as pre-reveal Superman and herself, or both as other characters)

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Pretentious conclusion:

An interesting thing about fanfiction is that it does not exist without outside context. While in original works you could get away with using a girl best friend as a cameo tool to get the main male characters together, Lois is already a fully fleshed out character in canon. You are not introducing an NPC when you mention her in the background, you are flattening a primary. It's up to your fic and your plans to figure out how much you want to include her in a cloisbat or exes!clois fic—but be intentional. If you want to strengthen the reading of your fic, try to allude even briefly to her complexity.

In my mind, Bruce loves Clark partially because he loves Lois—it reassures him that Clark can love a human. And Lois loves Clark partially because he loves Bruce—it reassures her that Clark can love someone so flawed.

I personally think Lois can be very interesting in polyamorous situations. For it to be healthy, it would require intense honesty, the respect to let the other pry, and the respect to leave when the boundaries around her space are slammed down. I also think she needs to look down on Bruce, just a little, just enough to bring him to her level, if she is to share him with Clark.

I referenced a lot of things here, if you want me to expand on any of them i can, but it might take a while to find the exact issue number.

thank you for reading this large sampling of a small number of my cloisbat considerations

[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

Hiii!

I'm absolutely obsessed with the Creepy!Yuu thing and I'm absolutely ready to punt Yuu into the sun so I can swaddle reader in a fluffy blanket and plop my emotional support plushies and kitten with them istg-

But on another note, how do you thing the staff would act? Personally, I feel like Sam would IMMEDIATELY know something is off and would have at least a vague idea of what's happening because of the whole "friends on the other side" aspect he shares with Dr. facilier from Princess and the Frog. And I feel like Lucius would NOT like Yuu AT ALL, and Professor Trein might notice that. Crewel-sensei is very smart and pretty observant in my opinion, so I feel like he'd feel something was off as well.

ALSO! What about the Ramshackle ghosts? What role do THEY play in this situation?

-🐍 anon (if it's not taken? U can address me as any anon u like!)

Its been 40 years... 👴

Anyways YYAYAYAYY another ask!!! I was totally not waiting for these because these were actually one of my proudest work so far- even if i gave small crumbs and chunks of it!! I love love love you and the rest of my followers soooo much!!! Thank you for staying with me!!

Anyway, to your questions... [srry im half awake after writing a poem for an assignment wth]

Sam WOULD be the first to know. I mean, friends on the other side? Yes, ur defintely right!!! Actually, I'm still in the progress of Yuu's hcs, since no one is able [or atleast, hasn't] sent me or made any hcs for Yuu, so I'm doing it myself, I've made Yuu a bit too scarily smart... from my point of view. I've been watching true crime documantaries and honestly... I've actually based Yuu off with these doc videos on YouTube, mot literally of course!! Its like,,, the criminal [depends on which] is incredibly smart, and some cases weren't even solved yet and I've based Yuu of of the fact SOME missing or murder cases hasn't been active for years since it had long been since that incident happens,, until it happens again.

So, I've wanted to put Yuu on this pedestal where they struggle from Sam, to other students, emphasis on Sam btw. Yuu thinks he's annoying asf. Yuu might crash out from this guy.

And Sam has actually been helping reader, not openly of course. His 'friends' had warned him that humans in another world, perhaps might be dangerous than he might think... who knows? It hasn't been confirmed yet! But, Yuu's actions says otherwise...

The first time Sam saw Yuu and you, he knew there was something going on with that look in your eyes. It was empty, soulless, maybe? Your silence was deafening even when there were people speaking, the screams in your silence spoke about pretty much everything. So, he kept an eye out on Yuu. Never had he ever felt this strong sense of eerieness in the atmosphere prior to both the otherworlders arrival.

He wants to genuinely help you, even if it meant Yuu will spiral. But, he can't. Once Yuu comppetely spirals, what will they do? Unpredictability is an intriguing thing, but dangerous if used in a situation like this. Little imp, want something? Here, he'll give it to you, space and comfort if you will. Oh, can't reach that? His friends could help you. He shouldn't stare at you with pity, but he wants you to be 'back to normal' where your soul can freely roam, not as a spectator, but an individual as your own. Now, how does he get this situation solved...?- ah, wait-

What was that? Whatever could have had happened within the other first year imps?

Crewel would think that Yuu acts weirdly around you, suspecting that they had a crush on you (well... they do but not in a cute way-) until they start smelling your hair.

Uhm.. so uh- whatthefuack is wrong with crushing nowadays? Hmph. Well, looks like he needs to... fix something. Etiquette, he means.

Until it gets serious, Crewel does not like that.

Never stalk anyone, especially a crush. No matter how much you want to personally know them. But this- this. Its different. He knows this isn't normal. This shouldn't be.

He tried confronting Yuu, but they kept avoiding the question. Its annoying, suspension wont help either. They live with you, how is he supposed to prevent that? Unless... well, he can always offer you another place to sleep in, ah.

With this bastard of a person, nothing really escapes them. Whatever they had done, it will never be forgiven. Not on this world. It won't be overlooked. He assures you.

Just, hang in there, please.

Trein's cat, Lucius. This cat HATES Yuu. No, despises, Yuu. The cat literally chooses to go on readers lap but NEVER on Yuu, under any circumstances. And Trein is wary, too. For his beloved cat, had avoided a supposed admirable and heroic student? Yes, he too has suspicions on Yuu, he just doesn't want to assume.

But, his heart has this vague aching whenever he sees this child's eyes. The feeling of loss and numbness to everything, just following orders even if simple. Oh sweet dear child, what had that monster done to you?

And everytime he says 'you'. You get reminded of 'you' not you. Who...

Who are you?

Trein wants to help you find your identity again, or at least, bring back the ones they had stolen. But he can't do that, so instead he tries to make you spark an interest in something from his world, telling you small stories about himself, and even tutoring you on what you can't understand. Even if it meant it hurts seeing your hollow eyes spacing out. Please don't do whatever he thinks you might do. He wants to help you, save you, and keep you from feeling fear and the loss of purpose.

Vargas. He wouldn't know it at first, pretty sure like, around maybe,,, b4 after, whent eh incident in Scarabia ends and everyone is back to school. Vargas would see you slightly shaken from the events. And when I mean events, I mean the time where Jamil had locked both you and Yuu in the same room. Hah, it was mad terrifying. Imagine, being stuck in the same room with the person who stalks you, messeges you in the dead of night, giving you unwanted letters, killing your friend, kidnapping, and identity stealing, literally. From you. All while they claim in that same breath that they're doing this because they love you. Loving you in general, means loving what makes you, well, you.

What did they do to you exactly? Nothing too explicit. Just creepy staring at you, Grim? Oh, well he got fucking scared as well. The room was kindaa dark tbh. Its always been like that whenever Yuu is present. When Yuu is walking through the halls, it gets a bit heavier, a bit dimmer, and a bit off-putting for those who can see through the deception and lies. But after b7? That, but a hundred times worse than what I've described. So-

Just imagine a fucker staring at you with their face dark, and a literal grin ear to ear type. Do you know how scary that shit is especially when Yuu's eyes go dark whenever they look at you??? Nah, I'd pass out.

Vargas at least saw the dim light in Yuu's face, yours was completely blank, your soul is literally hiding. He notices it in a way where Yuu slips up and shows a bit of a creepy tendency they like keeping it a secret.

Those notes they wrote and forgot in the grass, under the tree shade, nice and cool.

Uhm... not so nice! Thats a description note, not a love letter. What the heck.

So he reports this to the teachers meeting. Imagine to his disgust and surprise when the other staffs had picked up this specific Yuu behavior they saw with their own eyes. Or some proof of it. How do they tell Crowley that one of his students actually need to get arrested and get expulsion for their behavior? But, then again..

Yuu could use this pitiful 'homeless and exploited' excuse for the entire news to hear about it and spread the next day, risking the headmage's reputation. And that, that scares the headmage. So he may have had to turn a blind-eye for it. And Vargas won't let it slide. He can't hurt students, he knows that. So he'll make sure Yuu gets to struggle a little more in this institution even when thats all in his authority can do.

♡.꒰ ⑅:†· ♡ ·†:⑅ ꒱.♡

Hmmm... now the ghosts you say? Lets say,, they are little shits to Yuu.

Like, I imagine them since they are ghosts, they're very limited on what they can do. So all they can do is slow Yuu down or get in the way while reader runs away or locks themselves in their room. Tbh the ghosts r like Grim, providing comfort BUT can at least be a little bih towards Yuu since, what are they going to do??? Kill the ghosts or smth???💔

If it gets any serious know that they'll always be with you in every step, uhm... even if you go backwards,,, bestie, you gotta talk to someone, look here, see! Your crush wants to talk to you- thats not your crush?? Huh... yeah, okay, sureeee😒

But seriously, they will help you with anything they can, to the best of their abilities.

[sawdustandstardust]

have never been more relieved and grateful that we have finally made it to mel/langdon pet play. feels good feels organic I DO believe that would fix their brains.

🚫 tired: not jumping into a relationship and blowing up your marriage the first year of your recovery :(

✅ wired: getting a cute & smart puppygirl gf whose always excited to see you when you come home :)

here’s a slight continuation for you anon since i am insane:

“dana, please dana, you have to understand…yes, i know it’s late, but this…no, i’m not on the roof…remember when langdon had us all vote on what dog collar we liked more?”

“yeah,” dana yawns into the line. “the winner was that soft purple one with the gold plated heart-shaped dog tag. he personally thanked every single person for their cooperation right before his morning rounds. brought in three-dozen sprinkled donuts from sam’s donut world for the staff. incredibly nice of him actually.”

okay…maybe robby needed to be a little more direct.

“do you think it’s deeply weird that langdon’s never showed us a picture of his goldendoodle? that the dog doesn’t have an actual name anyone on staff knows? or how no one has met her?”

“come on robby, you’re being insensitive. one-you know his baby’s camera shy. they’re working on it through positive reinforcement.”

“two-we spend most of our lives inside the hospital. why would you want any dog that’s not a therapy or service animal near this place? plus mateo said he recommended an off-leash dog park he takes his rescue, the one with the bite history, to—great atmosphere, lots of space, strict rules and boundaries that prioritize pet safety…but langdon turned him down, said he’d never trust other puppies or their owners to play nice with something so precious.”

robby suddenly remembers when dr. mckay ran point on a nasty MRSA infection case last fall, mateo lightly tugging on her ponytail in jest when the patient was officially discharged and—his vision whites out because did no one think to tell him PTMC was officially renamed to puppygirl town medical center?

what was happening inside this damn hospital?

“finally, three-her name’s good girl? do you not pay attention? i know that boy talks a lot but—“

“dana—do you hear yourself? how ridiculous all this sounds—”

“why are you being so hard on him for having an emotional support animal? did you know that kiara’s so impressed by his progress, she’s encouraging him to submit a presentation to ACEP all about the benefits of puppy-human companionship in early substance abuse recovery interventions: a great way for folks to create and maintain a set routine, learn responsibility outside themselves, experience unconditional love, potentially for the first time…did you know that langdon’s sweet girl even recognizes when he’s on the verge of an anxiety attack, is trained in providing deep pressure therapy to calm him down. kiara thinks his lived experience would be really beneficial to harm reduction advocacy groups and their allies in the emergency medicine sector.”

robby can feel himself moving further and further away from reality with every word out of dana mouth, convinced now that frank langdon was specifically designed in a lab to terrorize him. or, better yet, to haunt him, for the rest of his days, like a ghost in a dickensian fable—the HR nightmare final boss of michael’s past and present.

“dana, what would you say if i told you that when i talked with abby langdon tonight, she had no clue about…’good girl?’” because how was she going to explain this one—

“of course abby doesn’t know, robby. jesus, mary, and joseph—she’s allergic!”

[eviemonroeer]

The Monroe Effect: Snapshot 3- Money Can't Buy You Happiness

Set during Season 1, Episode 23 of ER. Spoilers if you have not watched ER.

Warnings:

WC: 656

ER story belongs to original creators, just adding on my own original charter.

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Oh, he was rich rich. 

Like the kind of rich where you have so much money, you’ll never spend it in a lifetime rich.

When Jerry had first said the number, I honestly wanted to throw up. That money would have made all the difference for me and my mom growing up. She wouldn’t have had to work herself to the bone. Maybe she could have gotten tested sooner for cancer. We defiantly would have had more care options. And here I was finding out that my friend was loaded. Absolutely insane. 

“Carter, are you really worth that much?” I asked him on a break, taking a quick bite of my protein bar. We were both sitting on the bench outside the ambulance bay doors, a spot I discovered we talked at a lot. 

“I wouldn’t know. It’s not my money.” He replied, taking a bite of his sandwich. “It’s my family’s money.”

“Same difference.” I scoffed and smiled, playfully rolling my eyes. “You have people paying for everything for you.”

“You know, money doesn’t solve all of your problems.” He said, his chewing becoming slower. 

“Says the guy with money.”

“Okay, yeah. Whatever.” Carter scoffed and walked away, dumping his lunch in the trash can.

I couldn’t shake this feeling that Carter was really bothered by what I said. And with the way he had avoided me the rest of his shift, I was probably right. I needed to get to the bottom of this; find out what was really going on. I found later that night at the desk in curtains, practicing sutures on a pig’s foot.

“That is absolutely disgusting.” I groaned, staring down at the thing from the other side of the window. 

“I’m working on my running technique. Closest thing to human skin. Unless you want to volunteer?” He asking, looking up and giving me a sarcastic smile. 

“No thanks.” I grabbed the ledge and squeezed. “Do you think you could take a break from Babe there and we could talk?” 

He nodded and put down his instruments. He followed me back to the lounge and I grabbed him a cup of coffee, setting it in front of him. “I’m really sorry if I upset you earlier.” I started as I sat across from him. “I really didn’t mean too.”

He sighed. “It’s alright. Not like I haven’t heard it all before.”

“No, it was wrong of me. It’s just really hard to imagine having all those resources at your disposal. You’re really lucky Carter.”

"Yeah, lucky.” He scoffed under his breath. 

“You don’t think so?” 

“I only see my parents about two, maybe three times year, whenever they can stop island hopping long enough to check in. It’s been that way since I was a kid. Ever since my older brother died of leukemia.” He looked down and ran his hands over his pant legs. 

“Carter......I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t know about your brother.

“I don’t talk about it a lot. Guess I learned that from my parents too.” He shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit I noticed he had. 

“Evie, you got to be raised by a mom who loved you, who took care of you. Someone who was there to support you and root for you during everything. I was raised by a nanny and home schooled until I was twelve. And the only reason my parents started coming back around then was because I started doing well riding horses. It looked good to their big shot friends. So yeah, I don’t have any student loans and I still get a weekly allowance. But trust me, you are the lucky one.”

I nodded slowly before reaching across the table and taking his hand. I squeezed it tight, causing him to look up at me. “Thank you for telling me.”

He nodded back and returned the squeeze. “Thanks for actually listening.” 

[katboykirby]

I totally understand wanting to know more details about the game itself. That's completely valid, and I don't think that anyone is going to argue that wanting to know more is wrong.

But I do work in game development, and I've worked in-studio on multiple live service mobage/mobile games, so hopefully this might help give some perspective based on personal experience!

The thing to remember is, unreleased details/information isn't just common for all games just in general (it's normal for everything from mobile games, to indie games, to AAA first party titles) but this is standard for the entire gaming industry. Every game ever made will keep a certain amount of information away from the audience, and this is completely on purpose. A game isn't supposed to have 100% of content and information available to the public before it releases. This is just standard marketing and copyright/IP protection practises. That's why it's considered such a big deal if games have any information or gameplay leaked to the public before release. Just look at huge franchises like Pokémon - they almost never release any info outside of the most basic details, leaving any public reveals until right up until the game is released. Players aren't supposed to know the entire PokéDex or story spoilers or new characters ahead of time, but huge leaks like that have happened before and it's ruined the experience of playing the new game for many players.

Again, it's TOTALLY normal and understandable to want to know more about the new OM game. I think a lot of us feel the same way. But not only is it important for game devs to keep a good amount of information withheld until release, but this isn't something that's unique to OM alone. Every game abides by this industry standard. The OM Team isn't keeping secrets from the players because they're trying to hide anything, they're simply following the standard protocol that all mobage titles abide by.

(There's some legal red tape involved in this too, such as the copyright/IP and information protection I mentioned earlier. But the legality of pre-release game info is a really dry and boring discussion that would need it's own whole post to really get into)

There's still a lot of misinformation and misunderstanding around the Kickstarter as well, and I'm not saying that's anybody's fault, but I've just seen this same confusion quite a few times by now so it's definitely not just you.

I'll throw the rest of my reply under a Read More tab though, since it'll probably get pretty lengthy 😅

As for the your claim regarding "game production" - I think that the problem here is a fundamental misunderstanding of what game production actually is, and what it means in different contexts.

To start with, it bears repeating- THE KICKSTARTER IS NOT TO FUND THE CREATION OR PRODUCTION OF THE GAME ITSELF. THE OM TEAM HAS VERY CLEARLY STATED THIS MULTIPLE TIMES.

The reason why "app development and production" is listed under "How your support will be used" is entirely due to the context that those terms are being used.

"Development and production" applies to literally every single aspect that is put into a game in any way. Literally everything you add to a game, from music to artwork to patches and bug fixes, counts as development and production. That's why live service mobage are "in development" for years and years at a time. Every single basic update, even 9 years after the game was released, is still "game development"

The issue that I think you (and a lot of other fans, since this is a pretty common misunderstanding) are running into is that you're erroneously reading "game development and production" as meaning "creation of the actual game itself"

And that is just simply incorrect both literally and in use of terminology. Like I said earlier, "development and production" are game design terms, and also LEGAL terms, and they have more than one meaning depending on the context in which they're used.

There's a lot of misunderstanding that the Kickstarter is saying "we're using the crowdfunded money to make the new OM game itself, from scratch, and build it from the ground up" and a lot of fans genuinely believe that the Kickstarter is funding the creation of the whole game. That's just objectively, factually untrue.

The ONLY reason "development and production" is listed on the Kickstarter is because putting additional content into the game, like cosmetic items or new music or voice acting, is still "development" in the sense that...stuff is being added to the game.

But adding bonus content and extras (that WERE NOT A PART OF THE BASE GAME AND WERE NEVER PLANNED TO BE A PART OF THE GAME ORIGINALLY) is an entirely separate practice. It's completely uninvolved from the creation of the actual game itself.

Because the new OM game was already being made for a LONG time before they even announced it back in May. They had already been working on game development for a very long time before the Kickstarter even existed.

As the OM Team themselves have clearly stated, multiple times: the crowdfunding donations are being used PURELY for bonuses, extra content, and merch, to celebrate the new game being launched.

The fact that SOME of that bonus content is in the form of digital additions to the game (like character outfits or voice acting) is why it's legally counted as "game development" - but that's the only thing that "game development" means in this context.

Because it's adding new, extra content to an existing game that has already been made. Absolutely nobody but Solmare themselves funded the creation of the new game. Exactly $0 was taken from fans to build and develop the new game. The new OM game is ENTIRELY SELF-FUNDED, WHICH THE OM TEAM HAS REPEATEDLY CONFIRMED. Adding extra/bonus content later on, after the core game has already been developed, is NOT the same thing as "funding the game" itself.

If you download a free-to-play game, and then a couple of months later the company releases optional DLC for $5, you as a player did not "fund the development" of the actual game if you buy the DLC. The DLC is extra additional content, that got added to the original game after the fact.

THAT'S what the digital game rewards for the new OM game are. They are, essentially, just DLC that will be added to the ALREADY FINISHED GAME before it releases.

NOBODY PAID TO FUND THE NEW GAME ITSELF. THE GAME WAS ALREADY FUNDED, ALREADY CREATED, AND ALREADY WELL INTO DEVELOPMENT LONG BEFORE THE KICKSTARTER EVER EXISTED. The Kickstarter rewards are EXTRAS AND BONUSES that will be added to the core game. That's literally it. You didn't pay to fund the core game. Nobody did. "Development and production" are industry terminology that apply to multiple different aspects of game creation and their definition changes depending on context.

And just for what it's worth - I'm not saying any of this with the intention of being aggressive or to start discourse! I think that people's questions and confusion are all valid, and a lot of what you say is coming from a very understandable place. I'm trying very hard to emphasize the key points that I most often see being subjected to misinformation, but it's just emphasis (and not me being argumentative or anything)

I have been bitting my tongue because I don't want to be a party popper or anything (not that It matter because this has always been a vent blog to me, not a fandom blog) but since they released new tiers that aré ridiculously expensive on Kickstarter AND we have less than two weeks for the crownfunding to end I can't anymore:

I just don't understand how succesfull this campaign currently Is when we know basically nothing about the game, I was waiting for AX for them to say anything but they decided to expand the tiers Instead of y'know... Promote what the game Is actually about...

Everything about this Is so... Vague... The goal of the Kickstarter Is to fund the new game/app... But we know basically nothing about it

[regular-gnome]

some light body horror sketches, still alive