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shwasutopia · 20 days ago

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OT8 Imagine - How they like to hold you and the story that shows...

I haven't written a ff for over two years so please be kind. This is my first Ateez one, hope you like it!

I am a Seonghwa blog, but I do love all members, which is why I wrote for all of them ✌️

There's nothing too triggering here, only that Yunho's story alludes to symptoms of a panic attack.

Mostly fluff, some angst, and smut if you can use your imagination.

Park Seonghwa: Arm wrapped around your waist

''It's colder than it was before,'' you said, pulling the twisted strands of hair away from your face. The wind was cold and paid no respect to the efforts you took to keep your hair tied in place. Seonghwa, next to you, exhaled an amused laugh and moved to gently pry the loose strands out of your eyes and mouth. With an expert hand that knew how to care for you, he pulled at the end of your braid- letting all the hair loose first, then tied the whole bunch into a perfect bun. He pulled out the right few strands to frame your face just the way you liked it.

''Do you want my jacket?'' he asked, pecking the tip of your nose. You shook your head no and instead snuggled into his side as you resumed your walk.

''Let me know if you need it,'' he pressed another kiss to your temple, and slipped his arm under your cardigan and around your waist pulling you closer to him. The heat of his arm on your back sent a ripple of pleasure up your spine, and your soul shivered too when his protective palm squeezed your side to bring you all the more closer.

The setting sun cast a beautiful golden light onto his handsome features, his brown eyes turning just a shade lighter in the ember light. You gazed at him and the small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He loved it when you watched him, when you trusted him to lead you, never once needing to look at the path ahead. And why would you look anywhere else when Seonghwa rightfully took ownership of your complete attention from the day you first met.

You just needed this, his presence, his warmth and the arm wrapped around your waist taking you home, where every night ends with your body encased in his arms.

‘’When we marry, I want to do this every day,’’ he mumbled so quietly you almost didn’t catch it. You wondered if this was a thought that was meant to stay sheltered inside his head only that it became too strong to keep quiet.

His cheeks glowed red, and he cast his gaze in the opposite direction, fingers drumming nervously where they sat on your waist. Your heart squeezed - love, so much love held you a happy hostage, that you had to wonder if it was even allowed to harbour so much love inside. Can the universe handle the strength of it all? Is she big enough to hold it?

‘’Seonghwa..’’ you spoke up softly, reaching your hand to gently pull his chin in your direction. He looked at you, eyes wide and only a fraction afraid, because as shy as he was to confess his dreams to you, he was confident that they would come true. One day you will be someone who wore a band around their finger and called him husband.

‘’You know I love you right?’’ You asked, poking his lips, letting them loose from the trap of his teeth. He would do this often, bite his lips when he tried to stop himself from saying something he thought would betray too much of his heart. You’ve only been together for over a year, but from the day he met you, and chased you with compliments and songs until you gave your heart to him, he knew he wanted eternity with you. If he was a star, it was only because you were the atoms fusing and bringing him to life. And you’d gladly put in the work to do so if it meant you’d have him shine over your sky.

‘’I know you do, almost as much as I love you,’’ he whispered shushing your oncoming protest with a sweet, delicate kiss. You could taste the secrets of the universe on his lips, and you were willing to forget them again and again if it meant getting to kiss him as many times as there are stars in the sky and beyond it.

Kim Hongjoong: Both hands on your waist

The music was blasting throughout the entire venue, the bass pulsating under your feet and vibrating pleasantly in your chest. You were nodding your head along to the beat and swaying your hips as far as your boyfriend’s hold allowed you. Hongjoong was right behind you, both hands on your waist holding you close, a clear sign to everyone in your vicinity that you were his.

Hongjoong had lost himself in the music as much as you did, his body grooving to the rhythm, eyes closed and a head full of bass lines, lyrical melodies and the feel of your skin under his palms, your scent lingering under his nose, and the occasional brush of your hair on his face as you danced before him.

He could live this moment for eternity, drunk on nothing else but the music and you. He opened his eyes, light strobes flashing across the roof and the heads of people. He fixated on your bare shoulders, transfixed by the shine of your sweat and the flush of your skin.

The room was getting hotter, his body flooding with a certain desire and suddenly his grip on your waist tightened. He pulled you closer and you pushed back into him, allowing him to lean down and nuzzle his nose into your neck where he then proceeded to plant slow kisses up and up until he was biting the shell of your ear.

You could feel the energy change, the heat of his lips, the hastened rhythm of his breathing and the way his fingers tightened around your waist. You turned around and took his face in your hands, forcing him to focus in on you, although you hardly needed to force his attention. He was always, and honourably so, fixated on you.

‘’Baby, not here. Wait til we’re home.’’ You kissed his lips, short but hard enough to let him know you’ll keep the promise. His pupils were blown, he needed you, needed you like a drought desired water. Nonetheless, he nodded his head and took a step away. But his hands stayed on you as he let you turn around and keep dancing.

He managed twenty more minutes of the music, twenty agonising minutes watching you dance before your hips connected with his and all rationale left his mind.

‘’Baby, you will be the end of me,’’ his voice turned raspy as he gasped into your hair. You shouldn’t have, but you did, and so you backed your hips closer into his, moving in slow circles, testing the patience of your ridiculously attractive boyfriend, whose hands tightened on your waist.

Only he had no patience left to test, and in the next minute, you were being led out of the venue by a tense arm around your waist, and in the other you were outside greeted by a chilly gush of wind, though it did nothing to cool the flaming heat in the pit of your stomach. It had no apparent effect on Hongjoong either, because he took long feverish strides to the car waiting to take you home. A burning desire cloaked his body, intoxicating his mind like a drug, he needed you. His thoughts wreaked havoc on his mind and he feared he’d have you in this car, but despite the clouds of painful yearning, he’d never do anything that would make you uncomfortable. That, and he liked to have space to put on his best performances.

And just like that, the next endless hours had Hongjoong encased in the sound of his favourite song, the one only he was privy to. The one only he could make you sing behind the locked doors of his room, under the twisted sheets of his bed where his hands splayed across the naked skin of your body.

Jeong Yunho: Wrapped in a hug

Too many people, too many faces, too many sounds and voices, too much, too much, too much of everything. You needed to run, hide, scream, throw yourself down to the floor and beg for all of it to stop. But your body was frozen, cold jabbing needles pinning you to your spot, forced to drown in the storm of rushing bodies around you.

Chest tight, vision blurry, mind-shattering, slowly losing thought and any hope you may retain to save yourself and then - there was darkness. Darkness pushed into your face, building a wall between you and the world around you. This darkness was warm and sturdy, it had a beautiful orange-blossomed scent and a heartbeat. It wrapped its arms around your back and pushed you closer, caging you not like a bird deprived of its freedom but like the walls of a boat rescuing you from the churning waters of a wild sea.

‘’I got you, you’re okay,’’ Yunho whispered into your temple. A smooth, loving voice, like a rope tossed into a dark and compact cave. You wrapped your hands around it, wrapping your hands around his waist too, and climbed. Climbed higher and higher for every ‘’It’s okay’’ and ‘’I love you’’ and ‘’You’re safe’’ that he breathed against your skin. And then when you reached the top, you opened your eyes. There was the dark wool of his sweater soft against your face, and just a few inches higher the concerned but tender face of your boyfriend staring into your eyes like it was you who cracked open the grey sky to let the sun shine onto the world, and not the other way round.

Minutes ago, Yunho took only a few steps away before losing you in the sudden surge of the crowd, a dreadful wave of tourists decided to enter the otherwise usually semi-full market. It was only for a minute or two that he was craning his neck this and that way looking for you before he spotted you in the middle of the busy scene, still and deathly pale as if you were just struck by lightning. He ran, pushed, tripped and cursed without an apology, but he didn’t stop until his body, like a life vest wrapped around you, tight, tight, and then tighter, until the shaking stopped, and your hands loosened their grip on his shirt, and your breathing evened out to a gentle current of passing waves.

He should have held your hand tighter, shouldn’t have let you go, should have anticipated bigger crowds on the weekend, should have been better somehow. He knew this could have happened, knew how hard you fought to brave the crowds and handle being overstimulated. And he was proud, so damn proud of every step, and every day you went back home happy rather than exhausted. He should have been better.

Yunho fought back his anxiety, fought it because you fight yours too every day. You could see it, the tight press of his lips, the red tip of his nose, the fast blinking. You pulled back your tears, so your boyfriend could pull back his. You did this together. Fought your worries together, his need to protect you and your need to protect him.

‘’Are you okay?’’ He asked, a whisper of wind somehow louder and so much more reassuring than the howling of the crowd behind you. You nodded yes because you couldn’t find your voice just yet.

He gave one last squeeze, his arms a comforting weight on your back before he let you go and led you home with one arm still wrapped securely around you.

At home, he would not stop apologising and you would not stop letting him know that in the chaos of the world, he was a lighthouse guiding you to safety, a safe haven offering refuge to your mind, and the most amazing boyfriend, who was every wish granted and a gifted soul promised to come back in every other life. At the end of the day, in the embrace of each other’s bodies, all worries ceased as all crippling fears sank onto the bed of the depthless sea.

Kang Yeosang: Intertwining your pinkies

‘’This one’s name is Bunny, she is just a baby’’ the kind owner explained as she led you and Yeosang around the animal shelter. You gasped at the sight of the small orange kitten nestled next to her mother, small green eyes fighting against sleep as she curiously took you in.

‘’The kitten’s name is Bunny, is that not a little confusing?’’ Yeosang murmured, keeping his voice low so as not to startle the animals around you.

You smiled at your boyfriend and his sweet question. He had a pocket full of questions for every animal you looked at so far, thankfully, the owner’s kindness was endless, and she answered every serious and peculiar question Yeosang posed with great patience, and your boyfriend nodded along, exclaiming with soft ‘’ah’s’’ and ‘’oh’s’’.

You couldn’t decide who was more adorable at this moment, the multitude of furry bodies around you or the soft spoken-man by your side, treading carefully between the beds and cages of the resting animals.

You came here because your boyfriend was desperate for a pet, and you having lost a much-loved pet some time ago, refused profusely. However, you lost the fight when Yeosang brought up the notion of you having a pet every night for the past few weeks, there’s only so many times you could say no to your boyfriend, and his heart-wrenching pleas.

The owner excused herself when the front door buzzed, leaving you with the animals and permission to pick them up and pet them if you’d like.

Yeosang and you settled down next to a litter of kittens and two sleeping bunnies whose wet noses stuck out through the gaps of the cage.

‘’They’re so cute,’’ you whisper yelled and Yeosang chuckled agreeing. He looked at you then, the softness that decorated your face and the sparkle in your eyes. Warmth spread through his chest and his heart constricted for a second, he was so darn lucky. This, you and him, in the middle of the most innocent souls in the world, looking to adopt a lifelong companion to take home. It was heavenly.

‘’Fine, we can adopt,’’ you whispered firmly, and Yeosang could have leapt to his feet if not for a small kitten venturing to claim the space on his lap.

‘’Really?’’ He asked to confirm, beaming with the light of all the stars. You nodded excitedly, your heart having been won over by the furry friends and your gorgeous boyfriend.

‘’Yes!’’ Your boyfriend wiggled in his spot as much as he could. You leaned over and kissed him, a smile splitting your face when Yeosang’s eyes expanded and a blush bloomed on his face.

‘’Babe, not in front of them,’’ he chastised playfully. You laughed and did it again, and even though he chastised you again, he returned the kiss, glancing around him as if one of the animals could suddenly speak up and tell him off.

You shuffled to his side and leaned your head on his shoulder. Yeosang took your hand with his free one, for he was busy petting the cat on his lap with the other, and intertwined your pinkies, as much PDA as he would allow for now. You relaxed with his touch and almost snoozed off when the kitten began to purr.

In the end, you went home with a small ginger cat, who was officially named Hetmongi the Second, and suddenly you were a family of three. You had to agree with your boyfriend, moments like these, falling asleep in serendipitous bliss with your loved ones was truly heavenly and you had to thank Yeosang, for you were sure he was the angel who brought this slice of heaven to you, and you were glad the angel stayed.

Choi San: Hand on your lower back

‘’If you fall, drown and die, I will die and I don’t want to die so please please be careful love,’’ San spoke hastily watching you clamber on a slightly raised wall built alongside a river. Really it was only five inches off the ground and yet San cast anxious looks behind you, where the current sped along.

You could easily trip and fall into the river, and even though your boyfriend wouldn’t waste a single second jumping in after you, the idea of that happening made him cringe.

You could only laugh, as you balanced yourself on the wall. The rocky wall was small but skinny, so technically you could very well fall, however, you doubted your overly anxious boyfriend would let you. Just to confirm, San reached out and placed his hand on your lower back, supporting you as you walked ahead. You shivered as the warmth radiating from his hand sent very much welcomed tingles all along your skin.

Perhaps you shouldn’t have done it, but your sweet sweet boyfriend is so much fun to tease that you couldn’t resist faking a small trip to give his heart a little skip. He quickly jumped into action, grabbing hold of you with both hands and steadying you in the place.

You cackled mercilessly, petting the top of his head in mock comfort. His eyes were closed and he took in one deep breath before opening them up and pinning you with a glare. You had no time to process his next move, but suddenly you were being heaved by two strong arms, and placed on his shoulder as he spun in place making your vision race past your surroundings.

‘’Put me down!’’ You yelled, slapping his behind lightly and after a few more spins, he stopped.

‘’Will you keep away from the river?’’ He asked, faking a stern voice, and you rolled your eyes, smiling gleefully.

‘’Yes, sir!” You saluted, though he couldn’t see, and then you were plopped on the ground.

‘’Behave,’’ he instructed using his finger to gently flick your nose, but the smile that called his dimples to the surface and the sweet blush of pink adorning his cheeks, betrayed the not-so- secret adoration that overwhelmed him.

You could jump off the highest pier and he would follow you, choose to climb Mount Everest and he would suffer frostbite with you, walk on hot coals and he’d be right behind you, never will he hold you back from anything, but he will always be there to catch you when you stumble or fall.

You knew this, and it’s why you loved him so. You planted a chaste kiss on his lips, wishing your eyes could screenshot the beauty of your boyfriend as he peered into your eyes, then spun on your heels to walk ahead.

He watched you walk away, admiring the lines of your body and the easy strides you took knowing there were no dangers lurking behind with him at your side. He would gladly play bodyguard, even if it was you spooning him to sleep at night.

You heard the quick run of his feet and welcomed the touch of his hand on your lower back as you continued to walk side by side. You could walk to the end of the world, and off its edge with him next you. Even further than the edge, you thought, you could walk into the next and the next lifetime, as long as you walked with him.

Song Mingi: Arms wrapped around you from the back

‘’Mingi, I don’t think that’s necessary,’’ you sighed, rubbing up and down his forearm. Mingi stood behind you, his warm chest pressed against your back with his arm wrapped around your shoulders securing your body to his. Even though he insisted on having you glued to him, his gaze was glued to the man standing meters away from you.

Previously, you and Mingi had stopped at a small cafe for a quick break before resuming your walk. The day was hot, your bodies sweaty and tired, but dates were becoming rare in the middle of Mingi’s busy schedule and your own workload, so a simple walk in the park was treasured gold to the both of you no matter the weather or how late either of you got back from work the day before.

You left Mingi to sit by himself at one of the tables stationed outside and went to buy you two drinks. Only that the barista was unabashedly flirty despite your obvious disinterest.

Mingi gritted his teeth watching as the barista smiled and flirted with you. He even had the audacity to fully check you out as you turned away to walk back to Mingi. The barista’s face fell a little when he saw you arriving to Mingi’s side, who shamelessly kissed you before you even had the chance to sit down but the audacious man resumed to steal glances at you for the next half hour.

Your boyfriend was fuming by the time you finished your drink but you were too preoccupied with figuring out the map directions on your phone to really take him seriously. Mingi, on the other hand, had downed his iced drink in five seconds so he could dedicate his entire attention to glaring down the barista serving the remaining customers outside.

‘’You know, those glares of yours might be a little more impactful if you took your shades off and he could actually see you trying to kill him with your eyes,’’ you chuckled tapping his arm lightly.

‘’Oh, right,’’ Mingi said after a second of realisation, he forgot he was wearing his shades. You laughed as he took his shades off and after a few seconds of glaring at the man, he put them back on, ‘’It’s too bright,’’ Mingi grumbled earning a loud snort from you. There goes your menacing boyfriend, bested by the sun during his valiant effort to deter the enemy.

‘’Let’s go,’’ he said pulling you away.

‘’Wait, I haven’t decided where to go yet,’’ you exclaimed trying to escape his hold but he pulled you back in, forcing you to walk with him stuck on your back.

‘’Mingi, I can’t walk like this,’’ you struggled trying to walk with him on your heels.

‘’You look too good from the back, we just need to get out of here,’’ Mingi explained, a pout on his lips.

Your heart swelled with love. Mingi, for all his dark and brooding looks, mountains of silver jewellery and dark shades was after all only a soft, clingy, boyfriend desperate to keep you to himself. There was a voice that spoke too loud at nights sometimes, a voice that made him envision you leaving, finding someone else, forgetting him, and he couldn’t deal with it. You knew that, you knew his insecurities and did everything you could to put those voices to rest. You’ll carry your man on your back for the rest of your life if you have to.

You dipped your chin and gave his skin a small reassuring peck. He hummed in satisfaction and kissed the side of your face, glancing back to make sure a certain someone saw.

‘’Mhmm, your hair smells nice,’’ he said as you felt him press his face into the back of your head. All you could do was roll your eyes in affection and keep walking with your boyfriend as your new backpack.

Jung Wooyoung: Holding hands, swinging

‘’What did you tell him next?’’ Wooyoung asked through a cascade of giggles and snorts, losing a battle with his laughter, and gripping onto his sides.

‘’I said the moon landing was obviously fake and the moon itself does not exist,’’ you cackled, holding onto your chest only because you couldn’t hold on to your lungs.

Wooyoung and you were almost quite literally dying of laughter as you revisited the memories of your past dates with other people. This story in particular, had you recalling the time when you were so upset with the manners of your date, that you thought to annoy him by insisting that the moon was not real, which did not go well, considering your date was studying astrophysics.

‘’You’re incredible,’’ he gasped, massaging the stitch in his side, and you leaned your head on his shoulder, steadying your breath.

This all came about when on a date out you ran into your ex, one that you never really talked about with Wooyoung, only mentioned briefly, as it was that insignificant. But it became a battle of sarcastic remarks and passive-aggressive comments thrown about when for some reason your ex felt the need to mention unimportant details of your past relationship. In the end, you had to drag Wooyoung away, who in one final round of the fighting match picked up your hand, fingers interlaced, and shook your locked hands in your ex’s face, before marching off swinging your hands between you, showing off how ‘’together, together’’ as Wooyoung liked to say, you were.

‘’He talks too much,’’ Wooyoung snickered, and you gave him a pointed look.

‘’Oh so you have a type,’’ he said sticking his tongue into his cheek, huffing and puffing. You rolled your eyes.

‘’I should put it on a billboard, that you’re mine,’’ he said, and you would have taken him seriously if you didn’t glimpse the small smile melting his previously irritated features. He was gazing at your hands, still swinging in full force between you, innocent and playful, just how your relationship started. He could never blame you, or be mad at you for your ex’s behaviour. You were his now, and you were wonderful, a dream come true, a gift from the universe, his soulmate and twin flame, he could go on and on.

He looked at you then, eyes soft and ablaze with love, and squeezed your hand - stopping for a second to kiss your cheek, ‘’I’m sorry,’’ he said.

You knew he was. Wooyoung was not mean or aggressive for no reason, it was his nature to protect his people, and it wasn’t the fact that you had past relationships that bothered him then, it was the way your ex spoke of you, condescending and disrespectful. Wooyoung could not tolerate it, he’d dig the entire expanse of the world to bury the people who tried to hurt you alive.

‘’He wasn’t the worst of them, I could tell you about the others,’’ you giggled, feeling the tension melt. Wooyoung looked at you and the mischievous spark in your eyes, that soon reflected in his own.

‘’Gossip away my love,’’ he exclaimed, planting a kiss, or more like a sloppy smooch onto your forehead. And that’s how you began to list all the embarrassing, hilarious, and borderline traumatic experiences you’ve had.

Laughter was one of the fortifying bases of your relationship, you became friends through shared lunches and drinks ringing with the sound of your laughter, and then lovers whose nights often ended in breathless giggles as you found a world of reasons to laugh. Laughter helped you bond, and it helped you heal. That was your Wooyoung, swinging hands, laughter echoing off the walls, and spontaneous kisses dotted with promises of unconditional love on your face.

Choi Jongho: Holding hands, fingers intertwined

‘’Run faster!’’ Jongho screamed, twigs breaking and snapping under his feet. Your shrieking screams reverberated through his body, and he picked up his pace, running that much faster to you.

‘’I can’t run anymore!’’ You yelled over your shoulder and slumped to the ground, dropping the gun at your side and pulling the hot, sweaty helmet off your head.

Jongho came to a sudden stop behind you, his hands coming under your arms and lifting you up. In the next second, you found yourself firmly planted over his shoulder, bouncing as he ran with you to where the trenches lay just a few more meters ahead. You couldn’t give up, not just yet.

He slid the last few steps and carefully, albeit a tad clumsily, dropped you into the massive hole dug into the ground. He slid in right behind, his back hitting the wall hard as he too, took off his helmet.

‘’I’m almost out of ammo,’’ he panted, looking at your empty hands resting on your knees as you heaved deep breaths, filling your lungs with as much oxygen as you could.

Jongho smiled - he couldn’t help it - despite the obvious loss you were facing on the field, you were in this together. What’s more, is that he couldn’t deny his love for you any longer, especially as he gazed at you now; sweaty, flushed and with dirt covering your skin and your uniform from the toes of your boots to the top of your head. He thought you were beautiful, and he was madly in love.

‘’You’re beautiful,’’ he gasped though his air deprived lungs, ’’and I’m in love with you.’’

You looked at him stunned. Crazy, this man was crazy. Of all the places in the world, out of all the times he could have chosen to confess his love, he chose now.

It was, however, rather fitting for Jongho. How can anything be more romantic than a sudden profession of love as you faced your end.

‘’Jongho…’’ You spoke his name, a careful whisper weaved into the wind and soon lost in the ringing of the blasting shots above you, but Jongho heard you and heard you even clearer when you whispered next, ‘’I love you too.’’

Jongho reached to grasp your hand, letting your fingers and hearts intertwine and then pulled you into his chest. He spared one longing look before pressing his lips into yours. If he were ever to die, it would have to be like this. Any war fought and lost would still have him feeling like a winner if he had you by his side.

As the last of the bullets found their targets and the echoes of the fight died down, you and Jongho only parted from the kiss once the siren blared, announcing the end of the match.

‘’I think we lost,’’ you said breathlessly, unsure if it was all the running or the kiss that rendered you incapable of breathing.

‘’I think we won,’’ Jongho smirked, bumping his nose against yours. If you weren’t still in shock from his sudden confession and the kiss, you may have laughed at your years-long best friend, but you were still very much encased in a fool-like stupor.

‘’We lost!!!’’ A scream erupted from above you, and Jongho rolled his eyes as you craned your neck to squint at Wooyoung, who was wiping pink paint from his lips. Not only his lips were covered in paint, but his entire uniform was dotted with a multitude of neon bright colours. You could only laugh at him, relieved to find oxygen still circulating in your lungs, allowing you to do so.

‘’While you two were making out, I was being used as a human shield by Sannie and Yeosang, I am never going paintballing again, what nonsense, how could they do this to me?’’ You listened to Wooyoung ramble as he walked off. You looked to Jongho, who found his gummy smile with Wooyoung’s exit.

‘’You have paint in your hair,’’ he said, twisting a strand between his fingers.

‘’So do you,’’ you laughed at the yellow paint streaking his bangs.

‘’So when we go on our first date, how about something more demure? Unless you want to go laser tagging since paintballing was your suggestion?’’ Jongho said, picking up his discarded paintball gun and checking on the last few paintballs left rolling inside.

‘’Anything will do, but yes, I think I’d like something a little less physical…for now,’’ you laughed, squeezing his hand that was still holding your own. Jongho’s cheeks acquired a bright red hue and grew even more crimson as he let his imagination run wild. Yes, he may have lost the battle, he thought looking at you, but he won the world.

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prokopetz · 5 months ago

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You know a lot about the cultural influences behind various aspects of D&D, so: do you know the origins of the thing in 3.5 where it seems like a main way they want you to play as a psionic warrior is to grow massive claws and get breath weapons? It's so specific and out of left field for a "warrior who uses the power of the mind" that I've always wondered.

Much of 3E's handling of psionics closely follows material presented in the 2E supplement The Complete Psionics Handbook, which, contra later editions' habit of treating psionics as a variant of wizardly magic, presents psionics as a totally separate and mutually incompatible thing. One feature of this treatment is psionics having its own distinct set of "schools", or disciplines: clairsentience, psychokinesis, psychometabolism, psychoportation, telepathy, and metapsionics.

The 3E psionic warrior stuff is a more or less direct port of the discipline of psychometabolism; I can only presume that this is because it's the most "fightery" of the Psionics Handbook disciplines, though I can't back that guess up. Apart from your cited examples, other psychometabolic powers presented here include self-healing; energy absorption; turning into animals, objects, or living shadows; wuxia-style "lightfoot" techniques; camouflage; shrinking or expanding; stretching one's limbs Mister Fantastic style; and others.

Of course, that just kicks the can further down the road: if the 3E psionic warrior is a port of 2E's psychometabolism specialist, where the heck did 2E get the idea for the discipline of psychometabolism? The general idea of shape-shifting and fire-breathing and such being psychic powers that can be cultivated through mental discipline pops up in quite a few places, but we're looking for a specific constellation of tropes, not isolated instances of little bits and pieces of it.

The Complete Psionics Handbook helpfully includes a comprehensive bibliography of its inspirations (remember when Dungeons & Dragons used to have those?), though I'm unacquainted with most of the books it cites, so that's where my ability to help in this respect ends. I'll include a copy of that bibliography under the cut, though – maybe one of this blog's followers can point out which of its entries, if any, might be most directly informative.

Taken from page 113 ("Related Reading") of The Complete Psionics Handbook:

Fiction

Bester, Alfred; The Demolished Man, The Stars My Destination.

Bradley, Marion Zimmer; Darkover series: The Bloody Sun, Children of Hastur, Darkover Landfall, The Forbidden Tower, Hawkmistress!, The Heritage of Hastur, The Keeper's Price, The Planet Savers, Sharra's Exile, The Shattered Chain, The Spell Sword, Star of Danger, Stormqueen!, The Sword of Aldones, Thendara House, Two to Conquer, The Winds of Darkover, The World Wreckers.

Brunner, John; The Whole Man.

Del Rey, Lester; Pstalemate.

Henderson, Zenna; The People, The People: No Different, Holding Wonder.

Foster, Alan Dean; Flinx series.

King, Stephen; The Dead Zone.

Kurtz, Katherine; Deryni Rising, Deryni Checkmate, High Deryni.

May, Julian; Saga of the Pliocene Exile series: The Many-Colored Land, The Golden Torc, The Non-Born King, The Adversary.

Nourse, Alan E.; Psi High and Others.

Pohl, Frederik; Drunkard's Walk.

Russell, Eric Frank; The Mindwarpers.

Robinson. Frank M.; The Power.

Schmitz, James H.; The Universe Against Her, The Lion Game, stories.

Simmons, Dan; Carrion Comfort.

Sturgeon, Theodore; The Synthetic Man.

Tucker, Wilson; Wild Talent.

Van Vogt, A.E.; Slan.

Zelazny, Roger; Creatures of Light and Darkness, The Dream Master, Lord of Light, lsle of the Dead, This Immortal, To Die in ltalbar.

Nonfiction

Brookesmith, Peter (ed.); Strange Talents, from the series "The Unexplained: Mysteries of Mind, Space, and Time;" Orbis Publishing, London, 1983.

Index of Possibilities: Energy and Power; Pantheon Books/Random House, New York, New York, 1974.

Mind Over Matter, Powers of Healing, Psychic Powers, Psychic Voyages, from the series "Mysteries of the Unknown;" Time-Life Books, Alexandria, Virginia, 1987.

Puharich, Andrija; Beyond Telepathy; Anchor Press/Doubleday, Garden City, New York, 1973.

Rhine, J.B.; The Reach of the Mind; William Sloane Associates, New York, New York, 1947.

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flawssy-227 · 5 months ago

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The Babysitter | Joel Miller x F!reader

hello :) first time writing/posting a pic in actual years (first time on this blog also). hope you enjoy. please leave some feed back!

pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader, no outbreak au! Sarah lives! slight age gap

summary: you baby sit for Joel and the two of you can't keep your hands off each other

warnings: slight age gap, dirty talk, babysitter kink, innocence kink, corruption kink, m!receiving oral, mentions of dicks... I think that's all

word count: 1.9

rating 18+

The sun had long faded in Austin, the only light in the Miller’s living room was coming from the floor lamp and the television, which was on but turned down low so you wouldn’t disturb Sarah. You had just put her to bed at Joel’s request. A short text sent to you earlier, knowing that you’d be babysitting a little longer than normal on Tuesday night.

Gonna be a late one. Sorry princess.

You’d simply given him a ‘thumbs up’, not really minding hanging out with your favorite 8 year old. Your afternoon had been wildly enjoyable with Sarah–she was way too mature for her age and it was probably inappropriate how much you considered her a friend, but whatever, you’ve had a stressful couple of weeks and she was one of the only bright spots. Well, her, and her incredibly attractive father that you sometimes hook up with.

Things with you and Joel were… how should you put it? Complicated?

You had started babysitting for Joel and Sarah during the first semester of your Master’s program at University of Texas, just a little over a year ago. You and Sarah fell into an easy routine–you would pick her up from school, help her with her homework, and give her some of the feminine energy she was surely missing with only having Joel and her Uncle Tommy around. And you really enjoyed it. You were never one for little kids, and at her age, you were certain she would be annoying as hell to deal with, but nope, Sarah Miller was intelligent and inquisitive, albeit a little headstrong. You admired her, and really respected Joel for doing his best practically on his own.

You and Joel also fell into an easy routine. One night of staying late and sharing beers led to you face down and ass up on his couch and having one of the best orgasms of your life. You both promised each other you would quit, not wanting to complicate anything since you and Sarah had such a close bond, but you quickly broke that promise, again and again and again.

After a few months of hooking up a couple nights a week, Joel told you he was seeing someone–Tess, an age appropriate mom from Sarah’s class and he wanted to pump the brakes on whatever it was the two of you were doing. You acquiesced, begrudgingly, but it was only a few weeks later that Joel said things didn’t work out and you ended up back in his bed, on his couch, and bent over the kitchen counter.

It wasn’t serious between the two of you. You had a lot going on with wrapping up the last semester of your Public Policy Master’s, and he was busy building his business and raising his daughter. But that doesn’t mean you would be opposed to something a little more serious developing. In fact, you were pretty sure you were in love with Joel. But he definitely didn’t need to know that.

You must’ve been completely zoned out as you didn’t hear Joel’s old pickup truck pull into his driveway before he entered his living room and called your name.

“Hey princess,” he said, that deep Texas drawl that made your insides melt flowing easily from his pouty lips. “How’s Sarah?”

“Perfect, as always.” You glanced up from the couch shooting a smile his way.

God, he loved your smile.

“She helped me make dinner and then we did her homework. I deep conditioned her hair, too,” you added. “You know, you gotta take her to a salon once in a while, Joel. You know, one that knows about black hair?” You had been bugging him that the 15-in-1 monstrosity he calls shampoo he and Tommy use would not work on Sarah’s curls.

Joel smirks to himself, absolutely loving the way you care about his daughter. “I’m workin’ on it, darlin’.”

A comfortable silence hits the room and Joel goes to his fridge to grab two beers. Your gaze is back on the TV, some old episode of Law & Order playing that barely has your attention.

“Where’s Tommy?” you ask, reaching for the beer without looking at him.

“Had a date.”

“Tommy Miller has a date? Now that is surprising.” You giggle as you take a sip of your beer. Joel tracks the way your throat looks as you swallow.

He takes his time to take in what you’re wearing. A sweater that tapers around your waist perfectly and a short black skirt. You look sexy, effortless. Joel realizes you always do. Like everything you wear is custom just for you.

“Is this how you dress for work, darlin’?” He lets his large fingers play with the edge of your skirt, barely grazing over your skin. “Kinda slutty,” he adds, smirking at your surprised face.

You school your features quickly and he knows he’s screwed by the sickeningly sweet smile that graces your face. You quickly place your beer on the coffee table in front of the couch and turn to face Joel. “Me? Slutty? No, Mr. Miller, I’m a good girl.”

Joel eyes you from head to toe so slowly that you feel little bursts of heat crawling over your skin. He frowns at you playfully, groaning exaggeratedly as he takes another draw from his beer. “Don’t know about that, princess. Good girls don’t wear slutty little skirts like this to work.” His hand slides up your skirt and grazes over the damp slit of your underwear before he tugs them down your legs. The low whistle he lets out sends a chill down your spine.

“And good girls definitely don’t wear tiny little panties like this to work.” He brings your thong to his nose, lewdly taking a deep inhale that only makes your wetness grow greater. “Dirty girl,” he sighs out. “Trying to seduce your boss?”

You moan at the sight of him, it was so debauched, so dirty, but it only made you more eager to fall into whatever role play this was.

“No, Mr. Miller, I would never try to seduce you. I promise I’m a good girl,” you plead. You watch as he absentmindedly toys with your damp thong, running his other hand over his growing bulge. You get an idea that’s going to drive Joel wild.

“Can I show you, Mr. Miller?” you ask, earning a quirked brow from Joel. “Can I show you just how good of a girl I am?”

Joel groans at how easily you fell into this dynamic tonight, not necessarily what he had planned when he came home. He spreads his legs and pats his thighs, “Yeah baby, show me how good you can be.”

You eagerly hop off the couch, taking a throw pillow with you and placing it on the ground and kneeling on it in between his legs. You let your hands rub across the tops of his thighs and give him a wide eyed look that he would almost call innocent if he didn’t know you better. You reach for the zipper of his jeans, grazing your fingers over his bulge before you pull his hard cock out and sigh dreamily. Joel definitely had the best looking dick you’ve ever seen.

Growing impatient at your slow pace, Joel grabs the back of your head and you instinctively stick your tongue out to lick at his tip. You groan at the heady taste of precum on the bulbous head. You slowly start to jerk him off, keeping your mouth only at his tip to tease him.

“You gonna show me how good little babysitter’s suck cock, princess?” he peers down at you, watching how your eyes flutter closed at his words.

You let out a needy whine. “Yes, Mr. Miller.”

You inhale deeply, making debauched eye contact with Joel before you take as much of him as you can down your throat. Joel was big–thick and long in a way that your friends swore you were exaggerating. You’ve taught yourself how to take him down your throat, proud that you were able to go from taking a meager 4 inches of him when you first started hooking up, to now being able to brush against his trimmed hair at the base.

You can taste the sweat from his work day on your tongue as you start to move up and down. Your cheeks hollow out to make a suction and drool is pooling from your mouth. You’re trying not to gag, but the sheer size of Joel makes it damn near impossible. He looks down at you, eyes filled with something a little more than lust as he watches you swallow his cock further into your throat. Spit bubbles are pooling at the side of your mouth and your eyes are glassy with unshed tears. He shuts his eyes tight trying to stave off his orgasm–wanting to enjoy you just a little while longer. You release him with a pop and jerk him off as you start sucking his balls.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Mr. Miller?” you ask teasingly, voice already sounding a little hoarse from the exertion.

He looks back down at you, willing himself not to cum. He hums and nods the best he can, scared words will be too much for him.

You shift on your knees, readjusting as you gear yourself up to take him again. Joel thrusts slightly into your mouth, fitting perfectly and you moan around him, the vibrations making him twitch in the back of your throat. You push him deeper into your throat and Joel places his hand on the back of your head in a way that’s less forceful, and more caring. Like he’s just reassuring you that he’s there. He’s making little grunts and moans and you can’t help but drool a mix of your spit and his precum down onto his balls.

You look up at him and see his brown eyes softly looking back down at you. Way too sweet for what you’re doing.

You’re getting sloppier and sloppier, veering towards cock drunk as Joel tells you he’s about to cum.

“Where d’ya want me, baby,” he slurs, in his own fucked out state.

You can’t let up now with Joel being so close to finishing. You bare down, deep throating him to a point that nearly makes you gag, but you will yourself to power through it. Joel starts to thrust into your warm, wet mouth before he moans a little too loud and spills his cum down your throat.

He’s so deep you barely taste him, only letting yourself up when you feel him relax underneath you.

You both catch your breaths for a moment and after a while, Joel pulls you up from your underarms and sets you over his lap. You almost forgot you weren’t wearing any underwear as your now soaking heat is pressed over his wet cock. Even soft it’s firm and thick.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes heavily. Brown eyes looking down into yours before he kisses you sloppily, tasting himself on your tongue.

You smile appreciatively, dropping your head to his shoulder and smelling the remnants of his cologne from earlier in the day. You’re insanely horny now but happy nonetheless that you made him this fucked out, feeling a surge of confidence at the thought.

“So,” you start, your smile breaking the warm silence between you two, “am I a good girl?”

Joel laughs, rubbing absent minded circles on your back. He thinks he loves you. “Yeah, princess, you’re the best damn girl around.”

**if you made it this far please leave a like, comment, reblog or a dm with some feedback! I want to get back into writing so this was just me dusting off the cobwebs... ty :)

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gazavetters · 8 months ago

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Hello my dear friends♥️

I apologise for the confusion that happened since yesterday as I was giving everything every single thing a second and a huge thought.

I will try to be short and choose my words carefully as much as I can.

The main reason for creating this blog was helping campaign owners to be vetted in front of publishers and doners.

In the past few days I reached a conclusion it's all a " lie " has unfortunately been twisted into a manipulative tactics by certain blogs.

So my dear friends seeking to be vetted to get more cash into your campaigns, please don't get fooled don't let any one play you or use you and be a tool in a very disgusting scheme, it was never about vetting as it was @&& buttering to these blog owners.

As the founding father of this blog I DECLARE that I have nothing to do with any previous vetted campaigns or any might appear in the future.

As for the future of this blog I have no idea for now I know its a huge let down but I trust KARMA and I KNOW the universe works in misteros ways specially the LOA, so in MIDST of the war I will have my pop corn bucket and 3D glasses set down and watch 🤣.

Dear friends♥️ after all of these years I spent in this universe on this rock in this vessel, I owe it to myself to uphold my dignity and self-respect. Quoting Mark Cuban ..... " I'm Out "

مرحباً أصدقائي الأعزاء ♥️

أعتذر عن الارتباك الذي حدث منذ البارحة حيث كنت أعطي كل شيء، كل شيء، تفكيراً ثانياً وفكراً عميقاً.

سأحاول أن أكون مختصراً وأن اختار كلماتي بعناية قدر المستطاع.

السبب الرئيسي لإنشاء هذه المدونة كان مساعدة أصحاب الحملات على أن يتم توثيق أمام الناشرين والمتبرعين.

في الأيام القليلة الماضية توصلت إلى استنتاج مفاده أن كل هذا "كذبة" للأسف تم تحويلها إلى تكتيكات خادعة من قبل مدونات معينة.

لذا، أصدقائي الأعزاء الذين يسعون إلى التوثيق لجذب المزيد من الأموال لحملاتهم، من فضلكم لا تنخدعوا، ولا تدعوا أي شخص يلعب بكم أو يستخدمكم ، وتكونوا أداة في مخطط مثير للاشمئزاز، فلم يكن الأمر أبداً عن التقييم، بل كان عن "تملق" أصحاب هذه المدونات.

بصفتي الاب المؤسس لهذه المدونة، أعلن أنني لا علاقة لي بأي حملات تم تقييمها مسبقاً أو أي حملات قد تظهر في المستقبل.

أما بالنسبة لمستقبل هذه المدونة، فلا أعرف الآن، أعلم أنه خيبة أمل كبيرة، لكن لن تكون نهاية الطريق بالتأكيد.

أصدقائي الأعزاء ♥️، بعد كل هذه السنوات التي قضيتها في هذا الكون، على هذه الأرض في هذه السفينة، أدين لنفسي بأن أحتفظ بكرامتي واحترامي لذاتي. واستشهد بكلمات مارك كيوبان: "أنا مستقيل".

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beloveds-embrace · 5 months ago

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WAIT WAIT WAIT but what if in the angst duchess au, she reaches her breaking point but instead of crying she gets angry, really angry? she did nothing but be kind (JUSTICE FOR DUCHESS)

What would happen if she threatened to reveal their secret if they didn't at least start treating her with respect? Would they accept or threaten her back? (i can see simon protect his man and and their relationship) I NEED ANSWER

(really really love your blog, even if i'm still busy with university i Always find time to read It <3 <3 <3)

I’m more focused on the idea of her threatening them and them threatening her back- that must cause sooo much tension omg?? Especially if you adapt a very frosty, very cold attitude towards everyone in the duchy after that disastrous day of threats. There’s an awful pressure surrounding everyone, and even the staff take to silently doing their jobs to not risk anyone’s ire- especially after you fire several maids who had been whispering about you, and John didn’t put up a fuss and neither did Kyle.

They become used to feeling your glares, your chilling silence, the downright crude way you tell them how much you hate them, the constant threats- they become used to it. Or at least, they think they are becoming used to it until they notice you one day, a smile on your face while reading a letter that came with a big bouquet of red roses.

An admirer.

#noona.asks #noona.writes

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rotagnus · 3 days ago

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what energy are you stepping into this summer ? | [☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆]

omg guys i'm renovating this blog right now because i finally had my last day of school [yayy!! soon i will graduate :p] so it looks a bit awkward but we can all pretend it doesn't. from this weekend to roughly the 3rd of july, i will be busy w college stuff, prom, exams etc. so i won't be posting readings as much; do not worry, i have not forgotten about you!

this pac will focus on energy; each pile will be specific to the collective it attracted, so some may have a focus on the transition, the current and how it's related to the future energy, etc. i hope you all enjoy. much love!!! you guys are so sweet all of the time and i hope that you all like this. take care of yourselves, angelbabies!

pile 1.

you guys are truly taking a leap of faith. i have this image of a person opening up a curtain of leaves, y'know, like they do in movies? and that curtain reveals a whole, new, beautiful world. you guys are very tentative and introspective people, so you're not necessarily scared of changing your path...but you do know that everything comes with risks and benefits, so this opportunity or decision that you'll make early on in the summer will change your path dramatically. for a lot of you this will be a more mental decision; like 'i won't hang out with fake friends' or 'i'm cutting contact' or 'i wanna be a better person'. you will be investing a great amount of energy into yourself, i'm hearing hermit mode. dnd ON. comfortable clothes ON. good music ON. a lot of you do need to do a cleanse because you've been working hard and chasing your dreams, but you do need to cleanse yourself a little bit, energetically. it'll be useful if you nourish your physical body, because a lot of you seem to be deeply caring people who don't always push that deep, soul-like love to YOURSELF. however you have very kind guides, i'm hearing, so please don't hesitate to ask them for help or a nudge in the right direction. a lot of you will deal with attachment issues and healing them this summer, in respect to a specific energy, person, place, etc. many of you have this deep fear that you won't get anything better than that...and that this treatment is simply karma from the universe. it's not. literally everything has been encouraging you to leave, but you still believe that you deserve it. THIS IS UR SIGN THAT U DON'T!! anyways. there's a lot of possibilities coming this summer and especially autumn, the latter of which will depend on what kind of summer you chose to have. did you overwork yourself to the bone again, or did you take it slow and not rush through? a lot of you have issues with leadership and control, and you view sensitive, matter-of-heart situations with a very analytical lens because you're terrified that if you don't, you'll get hurt. you guys neeeeeed to step into this sensitive, wave-like energy this summer. let that guard down. give someone else the leadership that you're clinging onto. you did all you can!! and that was more than enough. 'align your life' is what one of the cards says. there are many things in your life that you'd like to change, small habits, big habits, etc...this summer your energy is in a transitional stage. a lot of you will have a deep power to change everything you don't like about your life, but at the end of the day, the universe won't do it for you. so when you have an opportunity to get something better, please don't hesitate to take it. did people ever care when you were suffering and clinging onto something at the bottom just because you didn't want others to be alone or suffer by themselves?? yeahhhhh. so please, keep your chin up. you guys know that you're extremely self-less, intuitive, and overall a bombshell. much love, pile 1. may everything work out for you.

pile 2.

you guys are good at everything, aren't you? the energy you're stepping into this summer is GO GET EMMM energy. achieve everything you've ever dreamed of energy. manifesting everything i deserve energy. you will be carving out a life you want for yourself. many will be excelling material-wise this summer; a job upgrade, many gifts, more physical opportunities, more people to meet. you guys recently had an ego death and that kind of did hurt you very deeply, but now you're recovered and willing to get back into the game. you will be treating life as what it is. many of you took it soo seriously before and of course, when i say that, i'm not saying that it's not serious. but a lot of you had no faith in the universe and you did your best to make sure that you had a surplus of everything. constantly giving, giving, giving. constantly protecting. you guys put your own dreams down to let others chase theirs. and now it's like all your dreams found you and tapped your back like HELLOOO when will you chase us. you guys are extremely skilled, that's something i definitely need to say. you guys excel in all matters surrounding other souls; animals, kids, women, men, etc. you get what i mean. you are truly one of the most understanding people ever, but you're entering this energy of being selective. you guys will be grinding hard this summer but that doesn't meant that some or all opportunities will pass you by. a lot of this summer will be focused on movement. a routine will be formed. you guys will be literally burning off all of the layers of skin that have been stuck on you. i'm thinking of like. a gecko or a snake that can't shed. that's immense pain and can also cause infection...similarly to what can happen to you spiritually. get those energy vampires away from you. those things that no longer serve you? gone. keep chasing the version of yourself that you'd be proud to be. a lot of you are going to be trying to change things up; a hairstyle, skincare, etc. physically. this period is not one of slumber, necessarily; you guys will have that later on in the year. but this period is one to finalize what version of you will be reemerging later on. many of you have a fear of not being successful, so you hoard accomplishments, trying to be good at everything. this summer will be one where you recognize your worth as a soul, not just as someone who's known for their talents, and their aspirations. you guys have a history of winning, so guys...you already knowww you're literally everything. you're beautiful, smart, clever, with a deep desire to make the world a better place. those are the people that succeed in life. those who want to cause wreckage don't. and some of you know people like that, and i assure you; you will see them tumble down. but this is not a time for you to seek vengeance. this is a time for you to look in the mirror and see who you are. to chase your dreams. to recognize that everything you want is coming your way. you guys got this. i have no doubt that whatever this summer brings you, you will alchemize it into something beautiful.

pile 3.

i can tell that currently, this collective is in an energy of fear and vulnerability. you guys feel like a baby animal, navigating the world...which is much bigger than you ever anticipated. think about an animal that lives in a certain biome; it has no idea that others exist, similarly to you. and this summer will bring you forth into new places, that may suit you better than the old ones. there's going to be this sweet energy, which can be a person, new pet, anything...very soft. i don't necessarily know what i'm getting but it'll be a slice of peace, a slice of cake. this will symbolize something different for each and every one of you, and it won't be something you expect. it'll be as harmonious as a lullaby, and as calming as one, too. okay. anyways!! you guys will be going on a journey. all of the pillars of belief you once had will be falling apart. many of you are already solitary beings; and recently you may have realized that your energy is all over the place, and you're calling it back to you. you guys are like this card that just popped out...'the ever-unfolding rose'. many layers to you, and you're very complex, honest, and carry this raw kind of beauty that not everyone has. but people see it in you, they see this vulnerability, and they do like to break you. but the truth is that this summer, you'll learn how to be open and raw without having it ruin you. there is a way to be soft, steady, but strong as well, my love. you guys already recognize that you're different and that people value you for this effervescent quality that you bring to their life; however, sometimes, you don't allow yourself to be what you are, and you HATEE being surrounded by people who you have to act differently around. this summer you'll knock 'em all away. a lot of you will be changing your energy into a more honest one, too, rather than hiding away due to your crippling fear of being seen. i assure you that maybe in this environment, you were the ugly duckling, but in all other ones? people will value you so deeply you won't believe it. you guys are pure-hearted, and some of you remind me of a fox!! like let me see if i can get a picture... there we go! it's at the bottom of this reading and it's giving very much 'you' vibes. you guys can be a bit silly and goofy at times, but the people that deserve such a beauty as you? they know that that's just the surface layer, and that deep inside, you are a gallery of flickers of light. you guys are insanely smart, and thoughtful. this summer you will be stepping an energy of knowing your worth and that will bring you places. many of you give things up for others to have them because you know that they're given to YOU because you're that good, while others may not be like that but that doesn't mean they should suffer, right? baby, that's the reason your crowd currently isn't your real crowd. you never really realized your worth so you stuck yourself with people who are...no offense...bums. you'll recognize when someone is truly deserving of your energy. and it'll feel like a flower, unfolding into beautiful, lustrous petals.

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lazysoulwriter · 14 days ago

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bottle blonde ── pedro pascal .✦

requested! thank you. content: wife!reader / drunk & flirty Pedro / spin the bottle chaos / Sarah Paulson bestie commentary / pure fluff & silliness / social media madness

The party is in full swing.

Sarah’s living room is glowing with candles and soft music, friends scattered across couches and rugs, the wine flowing like an open faucet. You and Pedro are well past tipsy — giggly, tangled, leaning into each other like you share the same gravitational pull.

Which, honestly? You probably do.

At some point, someone mentioned spin the bottle. As a joke.

And that’s all it took.

You’re now sitting crisscrossed on the floor, Pedro directly across from you, a half-empty bottle of rosé placed between you like it’s some ancient artifact of seduction.

“Okay,” he slurs, cheeks flushed, eyes heavy-lidded and so in love, “but remember the rules. Whoever it lands on—”

“—gets kissed,” you finish, wiggling your brows. “By me.”

He hiccups. “Best game ever.”

You spin the bottle.

It lands on him.

“Yesss,” he cheers softly, leaning over to meet you halfway in a wine-tasting kiss that makes Sarah groan from the couch.

“You do know you’re married, right?” she calls, camera already recording. “Like, legally allowed to kiss without spinning anything?”

You both burst out laughing. Pedro flops back dramatically, arms stretched above his head. “BUT THIS IS FOREPLAY, SARAH. LET US LIVE.”

You giggle and crawl across the floor to kiss him again, bottle long forgotten now.

Sarah zooms in. “You guys. Seriously. You’ve kissed like six times in five minutes.”

Pedro, eyes glassy and sparkling: “Not enough.”

You: “Never enough.”

Sarah: “I’m posting this.”

Pedro: “Tag me.”

And she does.

The video goes up an hour later with the caption: my friends are very married. very drunk. and very much in their own universe. pls enjoy.

Within minutes, the comments flood in:

“WHY are they the cutest people on earth???” “this is real love. wine-stained and weird.” “pov: your parents can’t keep their hands off each other at a dinner party.” “Pedro Pascal: husband of the century confirmed.” “she says 'kiss me' and he just DOES.”

Back on the living room floor, Pedro’s hand finds yours again.

“We should play every weekend,” he mumbles into your neck.

You kiss the top of his head. “Deal. But only if the prize is always you.”

He smiles like a teenager. “It’s always been me, baby.”

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rassicas · 5 months ago

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are you in the opinion that inkfish (ig really just inklings) are viviporus, oviparus, or ovoviviparous? ovoviviparous would make sense seeing theyre trying to "imitate" humans to some respect but still have squidlike features... but as far as i know we only have proof as to where octarians come from and no proof as to if inklings do the same

reproduction lore posting 🔥🔥🔥 i see them as egg layers. maybe them being ovoviviparous could work maybe but??? idk, eggs have to be involved. also them being egg layers is weird and i like when inkfish are Weird. I've gotten into this topic before on this blog but it's been a couple years and i think it's worth rehashing First thing to address: bellybuttons. They have them and I hate it almost as much as i hate that they have breasts. i think both are just a result of "imitating" humans in universe, and for design reasons so they don't come off as too uncanny to us, the human playerbase. which is just cowardice to me but okay.<3 In this concept art for Callie in the Art of Splatoon 2 i think this is the only time bellybuttons are addressed, in the top right corner:

"I realized this while drawing, but inklings have bellybuttons..."

that really sounds like it was a design choice that wasn't thought about that deeply...

now there's 2 things that make me believe they have to come from eggs. first from the first artbook:

This is the growth cycle of a squid from its larval to juvenile stages.

larvae come from eggs.

second, this excerpt from the Splatune album jacket about the Calamari Inkantation.

Of course, when we talk about these girls, we can't leave out the "Calamari Inkantation" which is both heavenly to listen to and heavenly to sing. This song, which is also used as the train melody for the Inkopolis Line, is imprinted in the DNA of all Inklings. The sea is our mother, the place where all of life hatched from, and the place where there is no way to return. Since ancient times, this song has been filled with the swirling feelings of "love" and "reverence" towards the sea.

I translated this myself, the word there is specifically "hatched" like from an egg, and not a general term for being born.

One could argue that since this is referring to the squids of the past, it might not apply to modern inkfish. But still real life cephalopods lay eggs, and I don't think it'd be out of the question for modern inkfish to do the same. There are other sapient species that didn't "evolve out" of egg-laying, evidenced by Nishida's 247 siblings and this scroll on coconut crabs.

Regarding Octarians, Octolings develop in the same way Inklings do. so they too would likely come from eggs.

we're ignoring this because 1. it's clearly just concept art that 2. has more recent evidence going against this being the norm for octoling development. I think this is just a weird edge case or just straight up not canon.

baby marina matching the 3rd stage of inkling development shown on the above chart while paul looks like the 4th stage. There's also smollusk that looks like the first stage/ a real octopus paralarva, but since it's a digital entity, who knows how valid that is? Also, Mashup/Warabi from Diss-pair was also confirmed in Ordertune to have come from the same hometown as Acht (the underground) and was described in Haikara Walker as having parents. So Octoling development=Inkling development=eggs??? finally, not 100% if this is what you're asking but as for cut-tentacle Octarians, but with Inklings, this has come up...once

-- But the Octarians like the Octotroopers...? Amano: That's a different thing. Inoue: All together they're part of the Octarian species, but Octarians like the Octotroopers are a separate thing. --Does that mean that there are some squids that can't take a humanoid form? Inoue: So far, none have been discovered. There may be some somewhere, though

I think the "there may be some somewhere" is just keeping it vague in case they wanna use that idea. but i seriously doubt they will at this point. the concept behind octarians is that octopuses have basically tiny brains in each of their arms, so those tentacle octarians are like if their arms grew into a separate being. Real squids are not built like that, and we even see in game inklings having less movement in their tentacles, and use more styles that cut into their tentacles compared to octolings.

ok that's all TL;DR EGG SUPREMACY 🔥🔥🔥

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amirasainz · 8 months ago

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Hiii I love your blog so much. It always makes me so happy when you post something♥️😘

Can you write like Oscar x reader, where they are both in university and they always meet in the library. It's like the silent love and they slowly fall in love with each other.

Enjoy reading and send some requests

-xoxo, Babygirl 💋

The quiet kind of love

The first time Oscar noticed Yn, she was sitting three tables away from him in Oxford’s grand Bodleian Library. He wouldn’t have given her a second glance if it weren’t for the fact that she was always there. Every evening, just after 6 PM, Oscar would settle in at his usual spot by the arched windows, and without fail, she would be somewhere nearby, always engrossed in her books.

It became a quiet routine. They both came to the library at the same time, stayed until it closed, and left without exchanging a word. The first week, it was coincidence. The second, it became an unspoken ritual.

Oscar was the kind of student who liked order. His desk was neatly arranged with color-coded notes, pencils lined up with perfect precision. He had come to Oxford with a scholarship to study history, and he took every second seriously. He told himself that he didn’t have time for distractions, and Yn, sitting quietly at her table, wasn’t one. But still, he noticed her.

Yn had a quiet intensity about her. She studied with the same focus and determination that Oscar did, but there was something different about the way she immersed herself in her work. Where Oscar’s approach was clinical, Yn’s was passionate. Her fingers would glide through pages, her pencil tapping against the desk when she was deep in thought. She studied literature, and every so often, Oscar would glance up and see her smiling slightly at whatever she was reading.

For a long time, they didn’t speak. Neither one seemed inclined to break the silence. It wasn’t awkward, though. The quietness of their shared space felt right, like they both understood the importance of the library and their respective work. It was a kind of peaceful companionship.

Then one evening, as the early chill of October settled into the old stone walls, Oscar glanced up from his notes and saw Yn sitting at her usual spot. But this time, there was something different. She had a takeaway coffee cup in front of her, and without thinking, she stood up and walked over to him.

Oscar blinked in surprise as Yn set the cup down next to his laptop. “I noticed you always look exhausted by the time we leave,” she said, her voice soft and even. “Thought you might need this.”

He didn’t know what to say. His brain stalled for a moment before he managed to mumble, “Thanks.”

Yn nodded, a small, polite smile on her face, and returned to her seat. That was it. A coffee, a thank you, and then back to silence.

The next evening, when Oscar arrived, he brought two packets of biscuits with him. After half an hour, he quietly stood up and walked to her table. Yn looked up, her wide, curious eyes meeting his for a second before she noticed the snacks.

“Here,” he said simply, holding them out. “I figured you might get hungry.”

Yn’s lips curved into a full smile this time, not the reserved one he had seen before. She took the biscuits with a small nod. “Thank you, Oscar.”

He felt a warmth spread through him, hearing her say his name for the first time. How did she know? Then he remembered their IDs had been out on the table one time when the librarian was checking their books, and she must have caught a glimpse. He liked how his name sounded in her voice—like it was meant to be there.

“See you tomorrow?” she asked, more a statement than a question.

“Yeah,” Oscar replied, surprised by how natural it felt.

From then on, every evening they brought small things for each other—Yn’s coffee, Oscar’s snacks, sometimes even a scribbled note with a suggestion for a book they thought the other would enjoy. They still didn’t talk much, but the silence between them felt comfortable, not awkward. There was something more than just the quiet. It was shared, and it was theirs.

Weeks passed, and as November approached, the air grew cooler. Oscar found himself looking forward to the evenings more than ever. It wasn’t just the books or the studying—it was the simple act of seeing Yn, knowing she would be there.

One Friday, the library was quieter than usual. Most students had gone home early for the weekend, but Oscar and Yn remained, tucked into their usual places. After about two hours, Oscar stretched, his back aching from sitting so long, and when he looked over at Yn, she was staring at him.

She blinked, caught off guard for a moment, then smiled. “Want to take a break?” she asked, her voice soft.

Oscar hesitated. They had never taken breaks together before. But he nodded, feeling something stir in his chest. “Yeah. Let’s go for a walk.”

They left the library and wandered through the cobbled streets of Oxford, the night air crisp and cold. Their breath hung in the air like ghosts, and for the first time, they talked.

Yn spoke about her love for literature, her fascination with stories that revealed something hidden about the world. Oscar shared his passion for history, for the way people and events could shape entire civilizations. They walked for hours, moving from topic to topic as if they had always known each other. It wasn’t forced; the conversation flowed easily, like it had been waiting to happen.

“I’ve always thought Oxford was the perfect place to study,” Yn said as they paused by a bridge, watching the river flow beneath them. “The history here, the way the buildings seem to have stories of their own… It feels like the right place to find something, or someone.”

Oscar turned to look at her, the moonlight casting a silver glow on her features. He wanted to ask her what she meant by “someone,” but instead, he just said, “Yeah, it does.”

When they returned to the library, neither of them mentioned the walk. But from that night on, something had changed. They no longer sat in complete silence; sometimes, one would quietly comment on a passage they were reading, and the other would respond. They didn’t need to talk much, but the few words they shared each night felt more meaningful than entire conversations with anyone else.

By December, their routine had deepened. One evening, when Yn arrived, Oscar was already there, waiting with her coffee and a small smile. She sat down, and without thinking, reached across the table, her fingers lightly brushing his hand. She started to pull away, embarrassed, but Oscar’s hand moved to meet hers.

The touch was brief, barely more than a second, but it felt like something had shifted. Neither of them spoke about it, but from that night on, their hands would meet under the table, fingers brushing, lingering longer each time. It wasn’t something they planned or discussed, but it felt natural, like a quiet confession they both understood.

One evening, after the library had emptied, Yn leaned over her desk and whispered, “Do you ever feel like this is the best part of the day?”

Oscar looked up from his notes, surprised by her sudden admission. “Yeah,” he said honestly. “I do.”

She smiled, her eyes soft. “I like this. Us.”

“Me too,” Oscar said quietly. His heart was pounding, and before he could stop himself, he reached across the table and took her hand fully in his. This time, she didn’t pull away.

The weeks leading up to Christmas were filled with more moments like that. They spent their evenings together, sometimes in silence, sometimes whispering small things to each other. They held hands more often now, not hiding it under the table but keeping them interlocked where they could see. It was as if every day, they allowed themselves to fall a little more into the connection they had been building.

Then, one night, just as the library was about to close, Yn looked over at Oscar, her eyes serious. “Oscar,” she said softly.

“Yeah?”

She hesitated, as if searching for the right words, then spoke. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Oscar stared at her, the words settling over him like a blanket. He knew, in that moment, that he felt the same. He had felt it for weeks but hadn’t been able to put it into words.

“I think I’m falling in love with you too,” he said, his voice steady but full of emotion.

Yn smiled, her eyes shining. And for the first time, they both understood that the quiet library, the long nights, the coffee and biscuits—it had all led to this. Their unspoken connection had turned into something real, something they could no longer ignore.

Oscar leaned across the table, and in the soft glow of the library’s lamps, he kissed her, gently, just for a moment. It was a quiet kiss, fitting for the quiet love that had grown between them.

When they pulled away, Yn’s smile widened. “Let’s keep meeting here,” she whispered.

“Always,” Oscar replied, knowing that now, the library was more than just a place to study. It was where they had found each other.

And so, they did.

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