#And not just like ooh stars space but like literal Every Space

[puppetmaster13u]

The Au is Ra has been using the Lazarus pits for so long that causes him to see Danny like a human or his normal Phantom form Ra the only one that sees Danny like that

I love the idea of Deadly Decision getting together but Ra has no idea that Danny is no human he just thinks that Danny has his own Lazarus pit hidden somewhere away from him

Like Danny is full blown glowing white hair, green eyes, Sharp Fangs, an electrical being

Ra point at tall being of Life And Death it looks like he's about to rip you apart: This Is My Wife Danny.

Like sometimes people just ask him if he sees anything unhumanly about Danny and

Ra is like: What Are You Talking About ?

Danny's in the background forming Stars into his hand I'm trying to make himself a new sword

Talia and Dusan we're raised by Danny and Ra they just gotten used to also considering getting to be a normal human they find it hilarious to play along with their other two siblings Dan and Danielle that Mom is human

Slade: I've been meaning to ask what about that monster Ra has locked up back there

Talia: You Mean Mother

Slade: that's your mother I didn't know Ra al Ghul was attracted to on human beings

Dusan: what do you mean unhumanly our mother is perfectly normal he's not even assassin

Danielle walking out of his shadow: Maybe Your Mother Was The Weird One

Dan floating near Talia: Get the hell out how dare you disrespect our Mama

All of them are girlboss, gatekeep, and gaslight people into believe Danny is normal

Damien will give warning that his grandmother does not look like a Human they were all expecting meta not electric being

Danny got so used to Ra al Ghul no his Husban treating him like a normal person when he's like this that he forgot that everyone might not that treat him like that

Honestly? I love this.

And you know what? Danny might need someone like that, who even as his humanity slips away still treats him as human, as not an eldritch creature of Space, of everything Between. Someone who treats him as well, him. Is his and Ras relationship healthy? Well maybe not in human terms, but do either of them count as such anymore?

The idea of the kids playing along is also amazing lol. Especially that Jordan and Ellie? Definitely same hat as Danny. Sure their forms still look sort of human, but that just makes it very uncanny valley. So others and siblings who treat them the same? They need it just as much- if nothing else than to not become so arrogant and uncaring of humanity that they could watch the world end without a blink.

Which, Damian! I bet Danny absolutely adores the grandbaby. I bet he crafts little ice bats and miniature planets to swirl above his crib. I bet he has a literal strip of space and stars on his ceiling. And Damian isn't the only grandbaby too- Dusan has a daughter in some timelines too. Not to mention Ras' adoptive daughter Nyssa, who he gave one of the Lazarus Pits to.

But speaking of Damian, I have to know what that would mean for Jason. Who was practically completely braindead before being thrown into the Pit. Who would have probably met Danny while there because I can't see Danny not also gently doting on another grandson.

Gosh I honestly am just really enjoying this whole thing lol.

[thegeminisage]

oh boy IT'S tng update time. last night* we watched "imaginary friend" and "i, borg."

*tonight. it's 1am. whatever. it's posting tomorrow when i'll be awake but busy. anyway im gonna have to start splitting these up so tumblr will stop FUCKING me re my character count

imaginary friend:

what i like about this episode and indeed tng as a whole is that the little girl was fucking adorable. tng fans, your show has at least one point of validity. whenever there was a child on tos i wanted to throw them out of the airlock because they acted possessed. all the children on tng inspire within me motherly concern.

HOWEVER. THERE SHOULD NOT BE. CHILDREN ON A STARSHIP.

we've gone over this at length. we don't need to do it again. i am sick to death of hearing myself talk about it. i want to stop. and yet. every. and i mean EVERY. SINGLE. PROBLEM. in this episode. happened because there were children on a starship.

problem #1: child is making up a fake imaginary friend instead of making real ones = it's because her dad hops from starship to starship

problem #2 her imaginary friend is real now and wants to drown her in the pool like in that one episode of s*pernatural = this is because an alien, from space, read her mind, which it could not have done if she wasn't in space on a starship

problem #3: the alien HATES the grownups and thinks they should die = because she is seeing the ship from a child's pov, because there are children on this starship

and on and on and on.

aside from this huge and ongoing point of contention it was solidly watchable. i liked the little girl. i like guinan. i like worf being a big old softie when he found them out of bounds. i like people not undermining deanna's counseling work. i liked the horrifically unsettling imaginary friend with laser eyes who definitely absolutely inspired 2.11 playthings.

can anyone tell me if the other star trek shows just let them have kids on the ships? ds9 i get because that's a space station but are there kids on the ship in enterprise? voyager? discovery? genuinely please write in i can't take living like this

i, borg:

ooooooh. ooh i am twirling my hair and kicking my feet and giggling about it. OHHH finally we get a good tng episode. and not just a good episode a GREAT episode. the liz community has forgiven tng. oh baby where do i even begin

okay, firstly, beverly. she so instantly sees someone injured and HAS to help, i mean HAS to, it's so good. it's very bonescore in a way that doesn't feel like they're trying to make her a cheap bones knockoff but rather a spiritual successor. he would have also helped his enemy rather than watching him die. hell, he DID do that and got quite literally mind-raped for his trouble, and he'd probably do it again. i was really really lukewarm on poor bev at first but she's come into her own so well and i'm proud of her

the borg himself - third of five, aw, just like seven of nine - but no, hugh - the name is dumb but whatever i'm glad he has one - was well-cast. it would have been easy to make him uncanny and an unpleasant presence onscreen (this was my biggest issue with data's daughter even though the ep DID make me cry, deeply sorry to data whomst i love the most). his "you will be assimilated resistance is futile" song and dance was actually really funny when played off of geordi's wry indifference. "ok, but before we get assimilated, can we please finish x test?" so true king

geordi's a natural choice to pair with this guy because when he's not being the creepiest person on earth to holodeck girls he's sociable, outgoing, and patient. PLUS he has experience befriending machines because of data. hugh actually reminded me of data in some ways because of his general lack of understanding re: humanity but - and this is critical to me - HE IS HUMAN

like, i feel like the episode didn't quite nail the point home hard enough possibly because they were afraid of the implications but the cold hard truth of the matter is that each and every person on the borg cube IS A PERSON. they have been assimilated, but we've twice now seen that it's possible to unassimilate them with only a few days of effort. picard (and guinan!) consider the entire collective their enemy but the collective is comprised of brainwashed prisoners. those fucked up little borg babies they found in the cube were assimilated as INFANTS - i assume they weren't born on the cube bc if the borg could reproduce on its own it wouldn't need to assimilate - but even if they were born on the cube, they had no choice but to be this. you know.

which is whyyyy it's so fucked picard was like yeah give hugh some digital poison let him carry it back to his cube and we'll kill them like ants <3 like, oh my god his lingering borg trauma or whatever. MWAH. when he told deanna he didn't wanna talk. when he and guinan had to trauma-bond while fencing. when he told geordi that he needed to unattach himself because it was nothing more than animal experimentation. STONE FUCKING COLD BY THE WAY. he is fighting in the war on animal experimentation on the side of animal experimentation. he was going to let his cre heal and feed that kid and then send him back laced with poison. diabolical <3

and, of course, when he didn't want to speak or associate that borg kid at all because that's who he used to be AND WHO HE STILL IS in some corner of his brain (!!!)

LIKE. WHEN HE WAS FINALLY CONVINCED TO INTERROGATE THIS KID. and IMMEDIATELY broke out the locutus voice. he still remembered all the protocol! the way of speaking! everything! i was so shocked and thrilled.

i love also how everyone who spoke to hugh came away extremely unsettled but also totally convinced of his humanity. even guinan, which was so fun, because she was even more anti-borg than picard at first and they were bonding over trauma and fantasy racism. that bit where hugh, who had only known about the concept of loneliness for like an hour, immediately pegged her as lonely after like three lines of dialogue. oh my GOD???

i was decently satisfied with the ending - obviously they couldn't send him back with poison nor could they protect him from the borg, but i wish they had informed him of the inevitable memory wipe before he made his choice. (a selfless choice! he loves geordi!!) still i think he mostly walked into it with eyes open. very sad but very proud of him.

my one tiny nitpick with this episode is that for all beverly's genuine and justified concern about hugh, i don't think theyre ever gonna address the fact that she shot and possibly killed some of the borg in the episode where picard got assimilated. i feel like after realizing they are all people, like hugh, she should also realize she's broken the hippocratic oath, and have a little crisis about it. i have no idea why we had the DOCTOR shooting and killing anybody but let alone if we aren't gonna get into that. i don't think anyone cares/cared except me though.

but tbh, for me this is one of the main draws of the borg. they're ALL brainwashed cyber-assassins and they're ALL prisoners and in theory ALL of them could be saved if only they would stop attacking first. sure, yeah, in fights you gotta do what you gotta do because your own life has gotta come first, but the unique scifi horror aspect of all of those guys being perfectly innocent people fucks and they should utilize it a little more!!!

NEXT TIME: "the next phase" and "the inner light."

[willesworld]

twenty questions for fic writers

Omg this is so fun thank you @zee-has-commitment-issues for the tag! I love these!

How many works do you have on AO3? 111 total and 34 YR fics (and there's more on the way!!)

What’s your total AO3 word count? 403,737 (terrifying but cool!)

What fandoms do you write for? Only Young Royals right now. I don't have the brain space for literally anything else.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? (Going with just the YR fics)

feels like

erik's baby

a bit like us

I only want you near me

when the heat comes

The top 4 are Autistic!Wille fics which makes me feel INSANE and AMAZING.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I used to respond to every single one (and I wish I still did), but I'm honestly so tired and burnt out with life so I don't have energy to do it anymore. But I do read every single one, and they make me IMMEASURABLY happy.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hmm I think most people would say tense but I'm also quite partial to the angst in It's almost like the deep cuts make us beautiful.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Ooh this is interesting because I loooove hurt/comfort with open endings. But I also think that most of my fics have happy endings (because I'm a sap at heart). I think under gentle hands is very nice, and so is I only want you near me.

Do you get hate on fics? Very occasionally, but I don't think it's happened in this fandom. :)

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Uhm... yes. I don't actually like men. So. That's interesting. I'm also on the ace spectrum. Also interesting?!?!?! But, yes, I have written smut, although I try to make it more about the feelings and intimacy than the actual sex. And I have another smut fic coming that I hope to post soon😖

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I do not lol. I don't really vibe with crossovers.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of?! I hope not.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Once or twice in the Harry Potter fandom yes, but not in the YR fandom!

What’s your all-time favorite ship? Wilmon Wilmon Wilmon Wilmon. I love them. They have my heart.

What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Hmm... probably this Autistic!Wille series who has a special interest in stars/space/astrology. I have so many hcs and ideas for that series but I honestly lost interest in writing it.

What are your writing strengths? I think I'm good at writing dialogue and natural conversations!

What are your writing weaknesses? Probably any descriptions or exposition. I don't know how to write the things that I can just see in my head. I also wish I was better at light hearted writing. My dearest friend NerdGirl07 has such a gift for hitting all the emotions while still mixing in some lightheartedness, and I would love to steal this skill from her.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Yes. I do it. Why not?

First fandom you wrote for? Shadowhunters 🥲

Favorite fic you’ve written? While looking back through my YR works for this tag challenge, I was actually so proud of myself and the fics I've written hahah! I really do like many of the things I've written! Some highlights though are The daisy follows soft the sun (soulmate AU), the taste of lace & you (fem!wilmon smut I'm actually so proud of this one), and of course the autistic!wille alternate universe (which i hope to work on again soon).

Tagging @piebingo @ishotforthestars @skydragon05 @altruistic-meme if you would like <3

[taeyeonsb]

txt and twice 🥺

oohohh u have a crush on me >3<

txt <3

✦ my first bias: taehyun and soobin

✦ my current bias(es): ....ill let u figure that out babe

✦ my album and/or era ranking (or favorite of each): [screams] this is hard. the dream chapter: magic and minisode1 blour are definitely tied for first. tdc magic is just so important .. long hair taehyun..long hair hueningkai.....RUN AWAY ???????? angel or devil ........ magic island..cwjltma.. its literally full of the best songs ever made. blour was my first txt era so it will always be special<3 in addition to that . its a perfect album , like i can sit down and loop my blour cd for ten hours. i have done that. multiple times. like once a week. ghosting ..[falls to the floor] wishlist is pretty good<3

then ...... its basically neck and neck with all the others and i dont have the emotional capacity to pick <3 i would like to instead take this space to list some of my favorite txt songs in no particular order: wishlist , nap of a star , frost , eyes, wishlist , trust fund baby , cat&dog , ghosting , dear sputnik , eternally , anti romantic , no rules , cant you see me , wishlist , puma , loser lover , 0x1 lovesong , 0x1 lovesong jp ver. thamk u for ur time

✦ how i got into them: i found them in the [redacted] tag. and then kept seeing their early tiktoks on my pinterest page, namely soobin running into the metal pole and taehyun in the mirror. i think i watched both of them at least 30 times, hence the first bias situation. also i saw a gen z idol comp and yeonjun dropped the pasta and i think i screm laughed for like 30 mins straight at that

✦ which member would be my best friend: hueningkai and i know this for several reasons: first and foremost bc im obsessed with him and he'd adore that , second that i would sew him any plush he wanted , third that i make a million jokes a minute and he loves laughing

✦ something i associate with them (or with a bias/any member): cowboy hats and crocs. alexa play be the cowboy by mitski , i associate hueningkai with plushies and hoodies and laughter and marshmallows and headphones and pretty green grass and the >3< kissy face , and i associate soobin with da da da da da da da da da da 🐬. taehyun with tdc magic and all magic and sour patch kids and (ofc) cheese tteokbokki and cats and math :(

twiceeeeee

✦ my first bias: jihyo !!!!!! my first cb with them was dance the night away so i think everyone can understand me..that 1 stage where she wore a red dress..gn

✦ my current bias(es): chaeyoung + sana .. theyre just so beloved (read: unhinged) literallly wig group fighting

✦ my album and/or era ranking (or favorite of each): they have SO MANY ERAS BCVNCV so ill list some of my favorites <3 yes or yes, heart shaker, what is love, i can't stop me, like ooh-ahh , bdz . FAVE TITLE IS HEART SHAKER <3

shoutout to more& more for orange sana..gotta be one of my favorite genders🤞 fav albums overall are fancy you , yes or yes, and summer nights the bside game is absolutely insane !!!!!!!!!!! girls like us , after moon , shot thru the heart .................. they are so so so very important. also one in a million is [falls to the floor] every so often i will just watch their live performance in japan and cry

✦ how i got into them: during what is love era !! one of my bestfriends at the time would do twice dances across the room in compsci from me and we'd watch their mvs together hehe

✦ which member would be my best friend: probably nayeon .. i think we'd have a time making hilarious jokes and bothering everyone...also i want to hold her hands

✦ something i associate with them (or with a bias/any member): candy !!!!! their lightstick..candy..candy pop..nayeon candy floss.........i associate tzuyu with yoda ZXNCZ shes so cute and i associate sana with microwaves because shes insane .. or shall i call her .. insana😇

[is-there-an-echo-in-here]

Part 6 of my Kenobi Breakdown - Spoilers under the cut!

I genuinely think this episode is a masterpiece. This show is the a fantastic mix of the original and prequel trilogies, and the darker, modern Star Wars TV shows we have come to love.

God I never talk about the title screen but it invokes some serious emotion in me

Fuck HIM UP REVA

Don’t fuck HIM up Reva

The swishy cape I’ll never shut up about the swishy cape

General brain is kicking in yet again - I missed General Kenobi so much

Leia is so wonderful as always, always looking out for people

LUKE!!!

I love Obi-Wan so so much I don’t talk about him enough in his own show. He is everything the Jedi should be

Oho Beru is not taking shit what a woman

THEYRE GONNA FIGHT OHMY GOD

Haja my love

Responsible Uncle Obi-Wan followed instantly by Realistic Uncle Obi-Wan. We love to see it

Ewan McGregor stop that right now (I’m kidding, don’t ever stop, you’re a damn treasure)

“It’s about you and him” isn’t it always

Shut your bitch ass up inquisitor egghead

“I’m not afraid” okay bby but I am

Aww man he has Lola - and his smile… gets me every time

Ohoho the mist, the breathing, the wind, THE WIDE SHOTS

He will do what he must, fucking… FUCK WHAT “THEN YOU WILL DIE” THEY KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THEYRE DOING TO US

God the sound the of the lightsaber growing more intense as the camera moves forward god that’s… there are literal pieces of art in this show

And then there’s this chaos

Owen has cat energy, no I don’t take criticism

The blue and red lighting on his helmet my god

OH NO HE HAS THE HIGH GROUND

Well fuck

God everything he says is so Anakin I’m

He doesn’t want to kill him why wouldn’t he check to see if he’s really dead he doesn’t really want this

“HE IS MY OWN” OWEN LARS WHAT A MAN

BERU

God bby Luke and Leia go through some shit

Not the memories again no thank you!!

LEIA AND LUKE ARE HIS STRENGTH OH

There goes the SCORE

Obi-Wan going BEAST MODE OKAY I DIG IT

Oh no THERE goes the score

Fuck it’s so tragic oh my god

OH NOOO NOT THE AHSOKA HELMET SLASH OBIWAN YOU DONT WANT TO SEE THIS

Told ya

“Anakin…”

Oh

Oh no

Fuck this

God the transition from blue lighting to red over their faces oh man

You can’t do the kenobi maul scream man don’t try it

God he gave it a good shot tho damn

She won’t do it man she can’t become everything she’s been fighting against

Once again Star Wars shows us that revenge is not worth all you lose in pursuit of it

Yes give Reva the redemption arc she deserves please and thank you

Again I will be singing Moses Ingrams praises

I love how Star Wars puts such weight on the importance of choices - we decide who we become, we don’t have to be ruled by our past

Shit man we’re back in it okay

Does he just have like… a bunch of spare helmets lying around?

Oh wow palps looks weird

OOH THE VADER THEME HELLO

Alderaan, my love

The blaster holster oh

The LEIA OUTFIT

SUPPORTIVE MUM YES WE LOVE TO SEE IT

BAIL ILY

Ahah she goes straight for Lola

BAIL AND OBI-WAN HUG YES BEST BROS

His LAUGH god yes please go to bed you’ve earned it

The way he speaks about Anakin and Padmé

Yes you will see him again… briefly

No one knows how to respond to “may the force be with you” what do you even say to that man

Give him the toy dude Owen’s chilled out a bit now

Where’s he going though why’s he packing up like that

LUKE come meet your other uncle!!

Yeah he gets to be a boy ‘til he’s nineteen and then it all goes to shit

YES HE WANTS TO MEET HIM LOOK AT HOS SOFT LIL FACE

“HELLO THERE��� IM DEAD

God look at him on his space camel wheres he off to huh

UH HI QUIGON YOU TOOK YOUR TIME

it took YOU long enough man

So he’s just… gonna be vibing around obi-wan forever??

Wait is this the finale

[stitching-in-time]

Voyager rewatch s1 ep1: Caretaker

I'm finally doing it- I'm re-watching all of Star Trek: Voyager from beginning to end, in order, for the first time since it originally aired!

I've watched re-runs many times in the intervening years, but never in a complete and methodical way (including episodes I hate and usually avoid- pray for me lol) and now I'll also be recording my observations on tumblr!

I have a love-hate relationship with Voyager, since I feel the writing was extremely uneven, but I'm definitely on the side of love for the show, overall. I'll critique it and be snarky about the bad stuff to high heavens, but it's still one of my formative childhood Trek shows, and I'll always be loyal to it.

First up: Caretaker (long post behind cut)

The two hour special pilot was an event back in the day, and you can tell they spent a ton of money on it, and it still looks good. (I had forgotten all about the little opening info text, lol, like it's Star Wars, and we're some general audience unaware of Star Trek lore. But they were still hoping to bring in a general audience beyond Trekkies back then- does anyone here remember how Voyager was the show that launched the UPN network? Or is that just obscure trivia to the baby Trekkies now??)

Voyager was the first Star Trek series I actually remember watching the premiere of, since I was too young to remember the premieres of Next Gen and DS9, though I was surely in the room while my mom watched them. But I was a proper Trekkie by the time Voyager came around, and as a little girl, having a woman captain on a Star Trek series for the first time was a big deal. And from the first moment Captain Janeway appeared on screen with her Katherine Hepburn voice and full-on Gibson Girl hairdo (in the 24 century no less, what an icon!), she commanded every scene, and I loved her instantly. I can never watch the first ep without remembering that first viewing. We were all crazy excited, and it lived up to the hype. It's a solid, exciting adventure story, and it sets up the characters and the series premise well. And it might not seem like it now, but I can't begin to describe how fresh and high tech and cool this show looked to us in 1995. The opening credits alone had us all oohing and ahhing like the Webb space telescope images do now. And tbh, it's still really pretty, almost 30 years later. It has more of a movie look to it than most 90s Trek eps, for one thing, the lighting looks different from most of the rest of the series, I should go back and see if it was different designer than they usually used. But the whole scale is just bigger. They were able to fit in lots more locations than a regular ep with the two hour timeslot, which gives it a grand adventure/quest sort of vibe. Wherever they filmed the Ocampa city scenes was huge and looked nicely futuristic, it really added to the big movie feel. (I'm suspecting part of it at least was a shopping mall, since there's a scene where Janeway and crew are literally riding on an actual escalator. Lolwut?) The matte paintings as well are just goregeous. I will forever and always stan old Trek's matte paintings of alien cites, they're so beautiful and atmospheric and so full of cool tiny details that usually get overlooked in CGI.

I'd forgotten how Tom Paris-centric that first ep was. Looking back, I can imagine the predominantly white male writer's room desperately clinging to their one white male character for dear life, since they were already stretching their little brains to figure out the whole 'woman captain' thing, and were probably having a hard time identifying with a woman lead character because patriarchy, so they had to fall back on Paris, who I think actually ended up being the character with the most POV scenes in the first ep. (Apparently Robbie McNeill was second on the call sheet for the pilot, according to Garrett Wang on their Delta Flyers podcast, so they apparently thought of Paris as the second lead going into the series.) I don't feel sorry for the writers at all though, and I don't forgive them for the weirdly racist lines they gave Paris in this one- I'm ignoring it and casting it out of canon in my mind the same way I do for the crazy sexist lines that get tossed out in the original series every other ep. Obviously they were trying to make Paris a bad boy in the beginning, but the stuff about 'can't Native Americans magically turn into animals if they want' (!!) was egregiously racist even in the 90s, and it's incredibly anachronistic for a story that's supposed to be set in a post-racism utopian future where no one would even think something like that, let alone say it, even as a joke.

Luckily Tom and Harry immediately adopting each other as new best buds is adorably sweet from the get go, and already undermining the Tom Paris bad boy narrative. Even in this first ep, half the time Tom is going out if his way to help people, even though at this point he barely knows them. What a rogue! So un-Starfleet! lol

I'd forgotten how creepy the alien abduction scenes were too. They were pretty brief, and that particular sub-plot wasn't well fleshed out, but they definitely ramped up the suspense for sure.

Also I'm now gonna always be a little bitter that the unamed chief medical officer who had one scene before getting killed off was played by Jeff McCarthy. As a huge musical theatre nerd, I've been a fan of his on several cast recordings, and would absolutely have loved to have him on a Star Trek show as a regular, if only! I'm not the hugest fan of the EMH, and Jeff McCarthy can sing too, and how! What we could have had!! (But then they'd have had a hard time selling whitebread little Tom Paris as a lothario next to Jeff and his devastatingly sexy baritone voice lol. Seriously, go listen to him on the Side Show album and swoon. And per Garrett Wang, Jeff was really nice in real life and gave him encouranging words on set during their scene, aww!)

All the main characters had really nice scenes that gave a nice essence of who they were. I think Harry and B'Elanna were good characters to throw together since they're such opposites, they played off each other really well, and I wish we'd have had more of them working together throughout the series. The only exception to the otherwise good charcter revealing scenes was Chakotay, who just had to make do with complaining about not liking Tom Paris. Unfortunately I think it foreshadowed a larger problem with the writers not really knowing who he is either, but that's a subject to be explored in subsequent episodes.

My biggest disappointment on re-watching is how they failed to make the reason for Voyager being stuck in the Delta quadrant actually make sense. I get that they tried to make it a moral dilemma, and show that Starfleet people are so noble that they'll chose harm to themselves before causing harm to others, but the particular setup here doesn't really work. There's no reason they couldn't have used the array to get home and like, left a bomb on a countdown to destroy the array right after they left, but they didn't even consider it, even though Starfleet officers totally would at least consider possible options. They didn't stay to protect the Ocampa anyway, and eventually when the Caretakers' gifts run out their society is probably going to collapse, so how much good did Voyager really do for them by destroying the array? It might have helped them temporarily, but eventually, and maybe not even that long after, the Ocampa were still gonna end up in a vulnerable position. It kind of makes the whole series seem a little frustrating, in that the main problem is something that didn't really even have to happen at all. (But on the other hand, no wonder Janeway spends the whole series wracked with guilt, yikes.) I truly wish they'd have come up with something that made destroying the array the only possible choice, with absolutely no loopholes, but sometimes in fiction we have to suspend our disbelief and go with it. This is one of those times, so I'll just savor Kate Mulgrew's impassioned closing speech, with her signature soap opera pathos (she's the only actor on the planet who can deliever a monologue and then look off into the distance with a pensive Soap Opera Stare, and I buy it completely. I love her and her face, ugh) and I'll try to ignore the parts of the story that don't work, and keep focused on the things that do. (Which is the mantra I use to get me through like half the episodes lol)

On to episode two!

[misireads]

taivaanpallo by olli jalonen

[ audiobook, listened in finnish ]

a coming-of-age story (well, almost anyway) about a boy who spends his childhood on the small island of saint helena in the 1600s. he's taught to observe the night sky by the british royal astronomer edmond halley who visits the island and then to read and write by a local priest. at around the half-way point of the story, he's sent off to deliver news about unrest on the island to halley who lives in london, and now the country bumpkin boy has to learn the ways of a big city. there's also a shitty boat trip to the UK in the middle there

➕ i do like stories set in real places and name-dropping real historical figures so i can read about them on wikipedia. ➕ there's an interesting theme of religion vs science in here. (at least implied. not very explicit but it's there) ➕ it felt good every time angus got to own some rude asshole with his superhuman eyesight or reading skills. ➕ there isn't anything wrong with this book per se, it's beautifully written in finnish…

➖ …that said, i really really really didn't like this book, for several reasons. most notably, this is part of this genre of finnish literature that's exclusively Very long stories, in a historical setting, and nothing really happens in it. i've read three of these books now. i have not enjoyed any of the three. this is not a genre for me. i literally knew from the very first sentence that i wouldn't like this ➖ second biggest reason and partially tied to the first, is because this book makes me feel stupid for not liking it. it's like ohhh this… epic whatever the shit… wonderful gorgeous language ooh aah so many details, literary genius, what a deep book what a contemporary classic. and i'm like… so i'm stupid for not liking it? is that it? am i too stupid and rotten-brained to appreciate it??? and that's why i hate this book ➖ but also just fucking nothing happens. there is no plot. there is no story arc. there are no highlights. things just happen. sometimes the first-person narration of angus talks about animals on the bible for half an hour (since i listened as an audiobook). i guess this is the sort of story that's meant to evoke thought rather than tell an adventure, or even tell a story really. but i'm not fucking interested in thoughts on god or how filthy people were in 1600s. i'm not interested in random details that go on and on and on and on and you can stop paying attention for an hour and don't miss a single thing about the story because that hour was probably about angus thinking about how he's learned a new thing and how he and his life are now forever changed because he learned the new thing, or going on and on about how he needs to be polite and in what specific ways he needs to be polite and how. i found myself spacing out listening, wondering which ass this author even pulls this shit out of. like, so many details in this book are just so mundane, this is nothing but a flow of mundane scenes and thoughts, and my own experience as a writer and just my writing process in general is so different from this. of course i'm partially in awe that someone's brain works like this that they'll casually drop in all these completely needless details about side characters we hear about once and then never again. but it's exactly that, needless. i didn't need any of that information for anything. another two-star reviewer had left a comment on this saying it felt like it was written with a literary award in mind and that's exactly how i feel too. like sort of pretentious blah blah I'm So Deep whatever garbage ➖ more of a neutral thing but i learned that edmond halley was a real person literally yesterday (and finished the book just now today). so that trivia brought very little to my reading experience.

⭐ score: 2 -- i have nothing more to say. this is the first part of a trilogy and i will now proceed to pretend i didn't know that

[sun-sakura]

My nocturnal serenade (Moondrop x GN! Reader) Part 5

The silence that followed was long.

You blinked several times. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. Did he just say a your mom joke?' If you hadn't just seen it with your own eyes, you would never have believed it. You took off your hat, starting to rubbing your eyes. You took a deep breath. "You know, i consider myself a pretty calm and patient person, and i think i've had a lot of patience with you these days" Moon seemed not even to be listening to you, busy doing who knows what with your phone. You felt your eye twitch slightly. "So now, be a good boy and give me my phone back and i'll turn a blind eye to the fact that you stole a staff member's personal item and invaded their privacy." Moondrop gave no sign of listening to a single word you said. He even chuckled at something that was being shown to him, quickly typing in a response soon after. That's it, you'd had enough. Throwing your hat aside, you began to approaching him, slowly lifting your shirt sleeve. His movements were swift, within moments he had gotten back on his feet, standing up to his full height. "And tell me, what are you going to do otherwise?" he leaned forward, continuing to tower with that irritating grin on you. He dangled the phone just above you, at a distance you couldn't have reached. And he knew it. "How are you going to punish me, short stuff?" "I'm going to start by climb you like you're a tree and making sure you feel every single one of my fingernail pressed on your body, jolly face". He chuckled, his eyes seemed to lose that constant red glow for an instant, turning an almost blue light. Under other circumstances, you would have asked him a question about it, but your only goal at that moment was to get your precious phone back. And maybe even punch that annoying constant smile of his, in addition. You start to approaching him again, which Moondrop responded to by moving away with every step you took. "Ooh to be crushed to death by a koala, now i'm really getting scared~" in a matter of steps the space behind him was gone, yet it didn't seem to bother him. Your eyes widened as you saw him jump back, standing dangerously on the edge of the structure. Part of you was secretly concerned, but the anger and frustration was simply too much. "You want your precious phone back? Come and get it" then, something happened that left you completely stunned. Moondrop began to fly, literally. It took you several moments to notice the shiny metal rope poking out from behind his back. That had to be the one holding him. "What's wrong? Having second thoughts already, little guard?" you silently studied the distance between you. It was very little indeed, little further than the length of your arm. A normal person would not have thought twice about turning around and declaring defeat, of course. No person with an crumb of sanity would have really jumped. In your case, however, the previous days of little sleep and constant stress had momentarily wiped out any remaining sanity. It was for this reason that you climbed with agility, throwing yourself into the void "here comes a shooting star!" you swore to see Moodrop's white side turn even more deathly pale. When your bodies made contact, you clung so tightly on him that you swore you nearly tore a piece of the fabric of his costume. The impact was so violent that it caused you to grunt in pain, several areas of your body protesting vividly. Perhaps you had actually forgotten that despite appearing soft and comfortable, he was still a robot. "Are you crazy?!" the rope that now held both of you up began to rock violently, shaking you in every direction so quickly that your head soon began to spin. 'Okay maybe i should have thought about the possibility that it wouldn't be able to support our weight' you released a deep sigh of relief as that violent rocking ended, and with it its creepy creaking. Trying to ignore the deep emptiness that was beneath you, you raised your head, meeting Moondrop's irritated face, just a few inches away. You gave him a hesitant half-smile, "So...you come here often?" You had to admit, the situation was pretty awkward. Your legs were gripping his waist as if he was worth your life, which in a way it actually was. Looking for a more comfortable position, you removed one hand from behind his neck, grabbing the rope. You still kept one arm around his neck, for added security. Yes, if someone had walked in at that moment and looked up, you would have had a lot of explaining to do. "I can't believe you actually jumped just because of a stupid phone" "Well, when you put it that way, i actually do sound pretty stupid" "what an idiot".

More seconds of awkward silence.

"Uhm Moon?" "What?" "I just remembered i'm afraid of heights". You tried to ignore the shaking in your hands, but it wasn't working, plus your legs were starting to hurt, so much you were straining your muscles. "Yeah? And why should i care?" sometimes you had several doubts about his intelligence, as in that case. But of course you were careful not to tell him. Calling on what little patience you had left, you gave him the calmest, sweetest smile you could muster "Maybe you could, i don't know, put me down? On the ground? Where my feet can both be on a solid, stable surface so that i don't have a panic attack in about five seconds?" Moondrop blinked several times in response, giving you a look of total zero interest. Then, he smiled. "Well, if you insist" you released a sigh of relief, glad that for once he had decided to cooperate. The contact of his hands on your hips made you shiver silently. They were cold, like the rest of his body anyway, but the chill still seeped under the thin layer of your shirt, coming against the warmth of your skin. "Thank you Moo-" Wait. Had he just grabbed you by the hips? The sudden parting of contact between your bodies had the effect of a cold shower. "Moon! No no no! It's not funny! Moon stop please!" your legs flailed in panic, cleaving the air around you. You clung to his arms so tightly that some of your fingernails snapped. Several emotions flashed across your face in that succession of moments. You felt light-headed, your breathing quickened and you had a strong feeling that you were going to throw up in a few seconds. Moondrop laughed at your panic, watching you struggle against the air for a few moments before drawing you closer to him again. "Oh that was gold" you squeezed him so much that your knuckles turned white. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, trying to regain control of your breaths. Sweat ran cold down your neck, causing you to shiver several times. Moondrop's laugh shook you softly, vibrating inside your chest. "you know y/n, when you're scared you're quite cute" "put me down". He decided to ignore your abrupt mumble, continuing to chuckle quietly. His hands continued to grip your hips, in a firmer grip this time. Even his body seemed to have taken to warming up, emitting a pleasant warmth. Under other circumstances you would have found it secretly soothing and comfortable, but the only thing you wanted to do at that moment was to get your feet back on the ground. "Are you mad at me?" "I told you to put me down" "aw come on, you didn't really think i was going to let you fall, don't you?" "Moondrop." Your eyes burned slightly from the small unshed tears, but you refused to show him how much the situation had really scared you. "alright alright big baby, you win" the rope holding you up began to move, starting to lower you down. However, after several feet it got stuck. "that's strange" Moondrop started fiddling with the cable, trying to unlock it. A few moments later, the rope began to squeak noisily, making sounds that were not at all comforting. "Ops." In the blink of an eye, you were both falling.

Moondrop sat back down with a grimace of pain, massaging the back of his head, checking that his circuits were okay. "Man that's hurt" how Sundrop could throw himself into that ball pit every day, he had no idea. He got up on his feet again, removing from his hat the several balls that had gone into it. "Are you still in one piece y/n?" he turned around with a smile, watching the whole ball pit. He waited in silence, waiting to see you pop up a few feet away from him, probably with a colorful string of insults. He waited. And waited. And waited. His smile began to falter. "Come on you stupid human, quit with the drama and come out" Nothing. The smile disappeared from his face. "Y/n, are you still there?" silence was the only response he received.

[Hey guys, sorry for taking a while to update. The holidays are over and i have finals coming up. Because of this, i won't be able to update as often as before from now on, i hope you understand. This chapter contains some of my hcs that i plan to post along with others in another post. What do you think will happen in the next part? I will give you a hint: you are not ready.]

[Comments are always appreciated <3 ]

[growup-thatbeautiful]

Natasha Romanoff Prompt “You’re such a dork”

The stale light from the hotel bathroom is the only light in the room. We got back just late from a impromptu mission. The sound of the shower is a comforting background noise. I’m sitting on the the wired mattress while Natasha cleans off the blood and guts that got in between the armor in her suit.

It as a fairly easy mission. We had heard about some Red Room remains, a few young girls being trained by brainwashed older ones. Now, normally Natasha wants nothing to do with them. That’s Yelena and Melina’s business, not hers. She’s focused on saving her current family.

Sam, Steve, and Natasha all had minimal injuries. I got a few bruised ribs trying to convince the kids that I wasn’t going to kill them. It’s nice to see young girls who can kick that hard, just a shame that they learned under such circumstances.

As soon as she could, Yelena came and picked up the girls, promising them homes and an actual, loving family.

The sound of the shower turning off prompts me to turn on the Tv. Neither one of us are fans of absolute quiet, me less so than her. I flip through the channels, stopping when Empire Strikes Back comes on, unable to resist. I never built up an immunity to Star Wars.

Apparently I’m quoting the lines, because I hear Natasha quip, “You’re such a dork.” Natasha’s leaning against the doorway, fondness dropping from her voice.

“Says the woman who can quote all James Bond lines. Like that’s not a totally dorky thing to do.” Natasha’s sweatpant-clad form makes its way over. I can only assume that the shirts she wearing was stole from Steve or Sam from the way it hangs over her form. I can’t help but pull out the Polaroid from the bedside. We change phones often enough that it wouldn’t make sense to have anything on them.

Making her way over to our bed, Natasha says, “James Bond is way cooler than Star Wars. He’s an international super spy, not a gay space wizard.”

“That would have nothing to do with the fact that you’re a literal international super spy and I’m a literal space wizard, right?” She knows better than to take my deadpan tone seriously.

“I’m pretty sure that you’re a space thief, not a space wizard, babe. Even that’s a stretch though, considering you’re only 25% space person.”

“Leave it to you to do the math. Those are just small details. I could be Han Solo instead of Luke Skywalker. I’m flexible.”

“Well then, you wouldn’t happen to have a problem watching Hot Rod again, would you?”

“Normally, no, but I actually have an idea that you might like.”

“Ooh, a surprise movie,” Her eyes narrow in suspicion and calculation, but she’s not quite able to pull off the menacing look with Snow White singing on her t-shirt. “It better not be any of that trashy action shit. You know I hate that.”

“Yeah, I know. You make that abundantly clear every time I watch Die Hard. No, I was thinking we watch something utterly depressing. You know, make us feel a little better.”

“Not a bad plan. Sad movies are basically therapy, right?”

“Sure. You like Baz Luhrmann?”

“No clue,” she says happily, wrapping her arms around me.

“Oh, you’re gonna love this. Very bohemian style. We’ll start with Moulin Rouge.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Don’t get jealous of the gorgeous redhead on the screen. She dies in the end anyway.”

“Spoiler alert, dumbass.”

“He tells you at the beginning of the movie, chill. Get ready to cry a whole fucking lot, Tasha.”

“I don’t cry.”

“You will this time.”

Please send me more requests for what you want me to write!! I’d love to hear your feedback and thoughts.

[bibbawrites]

I Want Your Midnights - Owen Joyner x Female Reader (SMUT - 18+)

Request: NONE 

Word Count: 2568 words

Summary: You bring your boyfriend Owen home for your family New Years party, which ends with you getting a little more than a New Years kiss 

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, oral s*x (both male and female receiving), squirting, slight overstimulation 

A/N: this is literally just 2.5k words of self indulgent babble lol so this idea came into my mind and I couldn’t get it out, i know i should be working on requests but i just had to write this, sorry!  as i said, this is very self indulgent, the way new years is described is exactly how my family and our neighbours (who are close friends at this point lol) celebrate each year so i couldn’t help myself  sorry for any typos, its 4am lol  hope you enjoy it! 

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Every single year your family celebrated New Years Eve exactly the same way. 

Your neighbours across the road would set up a table and chairs on their driveway, and your family and your next door neighbours would head across the road for a barbeque and drinks under the stars, with the Christmas lights that covered the three houses shining in the darkness. 

And then after food the kids would always head inside to play a board game or battle it out on Just Dance, only stopping at midnight to watch the New Years fireworks go off and to run around with sparklers. 

That’s how New Years had been for as long as you could remember. Only this year, things were going to be slightly different. 

You were bringing Owen, your boyfriend of just over a year. You had celebrated New Years apart the year before, opting for a text to wish each other happy new year instead. 

But you’d been dating for over a year now, and you couldn’t wait for Owen to meet your friends and family, and have the chance to ring in the new year together. 

Owen pulled his truck into your parent’s driveway, parking before turning to you, his eyes full of anxiety. 

“You’ll be fine, they’re all gonna love you.” You assured him, grabbing onto his hand. He bit his lip. 

“There’s just so many people to remember.” He sighed slightly. “Give me a recap?” 

You nodded. 

“So you know my family’s names, right? Mum is Alice, Dad James, brothers Tom, Will and Lucas.” You said, and he nodded, so you continued. 

“Rose and Max own the house we’re going to, and their daughter is Sophie. Then our other neighbours, the ones next door, are Graham and Pam, and their daughters Violet and Bella. You’ve met Violet, she’s my best friend, remember?” Owen nodded again. 

“I think I’ll survive your family, it’s just everyone else I’m worried about.” He told you. You rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand. 

“It will be okay. I’ll make sure to introduce everyone when we get over there, okay?” You said, leaning across the car to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Now we should probably get inside and see if Mum needs help with anything.” 

You climbed out of his truck, walking around to his side of the car and waiting for him to hop out, grabbing onto his hand when he did. He locked his truck and with a last reassuring squeeze you were leading him around to the front of your house. 

“Do we knock?” He questioned as you reached the door. You giggled and shook your head. 

“Knock knock!” You called out, opening the front door. 

“It’s open.” Your mum’s voice called back from the kitchen. You led Owen down the hallway and into the kitchen, smiling widely when you saw your mum and dad stood behind the bench. 

“Look what the cat dragged in.” Your mum joked, and you dropped Owen’s hand to give her a quick hug, then your dad next. When you stepped back he grabbed onto you again. 

“Mum, Dad, this is my boyfriend Owen. Owen, this is my mum Alice, and my dad James.” You introduced. 

“It’s very nice to meet you sir and ma’am.” Owen smiled, and you squeezed his hand to reassure him. 

“Oh please, call us Alice and James dear. It’s so nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you I feel like I already know you.” Your mother laughed. “This one never shuts up about you.” 

You pouted. 

“Don’t expose me.” You said. Owen grinned. 

“It’s okay baby. if you asked my mum she’d say exactly the same thing.” He told you and you smiled up at him, before turning your attention back to your parents. 

“Is there anything you need taken across the road?” You asked and your dad nodded. 

“We were just about to take the chairs over, do you want to tell the boys and we’ll all head over now?” He suggested and you nodded, dragging Owen behind you as you went to find your three brothers. 

After introducing Owen to your brothers and collecting the chairs from your garage, the seven of you headed across the road to where your neighbours had already set up the table and barbeque. 

“Hello everyone!” Rose greeted from her spot next to the table with Sophie, as you made your way up the driveway. 

“Ooh we’ve got a ring in.” Max joked, coming over from his spot behind the barbeque. 

“This is my boyfriend Owen.” You introduced. “O, this is Rose and Max, and that’s Sophie.” You pointed to each one as you said their names. 

Owen waved shyly and Rose smiled. 

“Don’t be nervous, we’re all very nice.” She said and Owen smiled back. You placed your chairs down at the table, before turning to find your other neighbours heading up the driveway. 

Violet was the first to reach you, throwing her arms around you. 

“Hey friend!” She exclaimed as you hugged her back with one arm, your other hand linked tightly with Owen’s. She pulled away, grinning happily at your boyfriend. 

“Hey Owen it’s good to see you again.” She said, pulling him into a hug too. You giggled at the slightly shocked expression that covered his face for a few seconds before he hugged her back. 

“Nice seeing you too Violet.” He replied. She turned to her family. 

“This is Y/N’s boyfriend Owen. Owen this is my mum Pam, my dad Graham and my sister Bella.” She said. Owen smiled at them. 

“Howdy.” Graham greeted, while Pam and Bella just waved. 

“Now.” Your mum spoke up. “Should we get this party started?” 

Everyone settled in quickly, loud chatter filling the air as the sun went down. The three fathers headed over to the barbeque, Owen joining them tentatively, and you watched from your chair as your father handed him a beer and made sure to include him in the joking. You smiled, watching your boyfriend visibly relax which could have been because of the alcohol, but also could have been because of the fact that he could finally let go of the fear of being rejected by your friends and family. 

“So Y/N, how did you meet?” Rose questioned, drawing your attention back to the women who were sat around the table. 

“We met through a mutual friend, he was having a little halloween party and invited me and introduced me to Owen and we hit it off and started dating a few weeks later.” You explained. 

“When was that?” Pam asked. 

“Last year. We’ve been dating for a year and a month or so.” You told her. They all nodded. 

“He seems like a good one.” Your mother said and you smiled, looking over to where Owen was stood, laughing at a joke Max had made. 

“He is.” You agreed. “He’s a very good one.”  

The dinner part of the night went well, everyone loudly joking around. Owen had fitted in well, confidently adding to stories and asking questions, and you couldn’t help but smile at how perfect the situation was. 

After dinner, as per tradition, the kids of the three families headed inside, leaving the adults to sit and chat. You dragged Owen inside, sitting together on the couch as the younger kids decided what to play. 

“Why don’t we go back outside and play hide and seek?” Bella suggested and when everyone agreed you all headed back outside and down the driveway onto the road. 

“Oldest counts first.” Sophie said, and Violet groaned loudly before covering her eyes and beginning to count. You grabbed Owen’s hand, pulling him with you. 

“I have the perfect hiding spot.” You told him, dragging him up into your front yard and into a small space between your house and a large bushy tree that concealed the two of you perfectly. 

“You’re not scared of spiders, are you?” You questioned, and Owen’s eyes widened. 

“I’m scared of all bugs, you know this.” He exclaimed in a hushed voice. You pulled an apologetic face, before an idea popped into your head. 

“I know something that will keep your mind off it.” You said, before pulling his face down to kiss him passionately, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He groaned, pulling your body against his as he kissed you back, the two of you lost in your own little world. 

“Ew oh my god, get a room!” Violet’s voice came and you and Owen jumped apart quickly. 

“Shut up.” You replied and Violet laughed. 

“Whatever. Found you, go join the other losers in the street.” 

Midnight finally came around after hours of running around, playing Lego Rock Band on Xbox, and playing the family friendly version of Cards Against Humanity. 

Everyone regathered in the living room, watching as the timer on the tv counted down, and you all joined in noisily. 

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!” You all cheered, and you grinned as Owen pulled you in to a soft kiss. 

“Happy New Year O.” You mumbled against his lips. He smiled as he pulled away. 

“Happy New Year.” He replied. 

After exchanging well wishes with everyone you decided to head home, accepting your mother’s offer of staying the night in your childhood room. 

You watched as Owen pulled his clothes off, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. 

“Happy new year indeed.” You joked, your eyes raking his body. He blushed, stepping closer to you. 

“Your turn.” He whispered, pulling on your dress and helping you take it off, leaving the two of you stood in just your underwear. 

“Does your door lock?” Owen questioned softly, reaching out to run a hand down your side. You swallowed as you shook your head. He made a sound in disappointment. 

“Guess we’ll just have to be careful then.” He said, closing the gap between you and lifting you up to kiss you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he spun around, placing you down onto your bed and climbing on top of you, reconnecting your lips. 

You ran your hands through his long hair, scratching slightly on his scalp, causing him to moan into your mouth. He grinded his hips down into yours, causing you both to gasp at the contact, your kiss getting steamier by the second.

Owen broke the kiss, panting slightly. 

“We don’t have a condom.”  He muttered.

“That’s okay.” You kissed him softly. “We can improvise.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah?” He questioned. You nodded, pushing him off you and forcing him to lay back on your bed. You palmed his dick through his underwear and he groaned.

“Fuck Y/N.” He muttered. You shushed him.

“Don’t want to be caught, do we?” You said, before pulling at his underwear, letting his dick spring free.

Owen moaned as you lent down, licking a single line up his dick, swirling your tongue around the tip.

“Make sure you’re quiet for me baby.” You instructed, before taking his dick in your mouth, putting as much in as you could without choking and wrapping your hand around the remaining part. Owen’s hands tangled in your hair as you bobbed your head, licking and sucking on his dick and occasionally scraping your teeth gently along it to hear his shaky gasp.

“I’m close baby.” Owen warned eventually and you tapped on his thigh to let him know it was okay for him to cum, a signal you had been using since the first time you messed around with each other. You continued to bob your head, humming against his dick which was all he needed to tumble over the edge, his hot cum filling your mouth as he moaned into your pillow to stay quiet. After working him through his orgasm you pulled off his dick with a satisfying pop, before swallowing his cum and leaning down to kiss him.

“Your turn.” He instructed once you broke apart from the kiss, flipping you over so that you were laying on the bed. He quickly undid your bra, throwing it to the floor before kissing his way down your chest, pulling one of your nipples into his mouth. You bit your lip to hold back a moan as his tongue flicked at your sensitive nipple. He pulled away, before repeating the same actions with your other nipple, and once he was satisfied he began kissing his way down your abdomen, stopping only to pull your panties off.

He spread your legs before making himself comfortable between them. He lent down, sucking a hickie into both of your inner thighs.

“Owen.” You moaned quietly and he grinned up at you.

“That’s it baby, you ready?” He asked and you nodded.

“Please.” You said, your tone verging on begging.

He grinned again, before burying his face in your pussy, his tongue flicking at your clit as you bit into your pillow to stay quiet.

“Delicious.” He commented cheekily, before slipping his tongue inside you, his hand coming up to massage your clit as he tongue fucked you.

“If you keep doing that I won’t last.” You warned and he ignored you, his tongue flicking faster.

“Owen.” You groaned, as he moved his mouth back to your clit, sucking it into his mouth. “I’m gonna...”

You were cut off by your orgasm shaking your body, moaning quietly into the pillow.

Owen looked up at you, giving you a cheeky look before continuing his assault on your now extremely sensitive clit.

“Owen what are you doing?” You questioned shakily. He laughed, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body.

“Helping you start the new year right.” He explained before returning his attention to your pussy, his tongue flicking at your clit once more.

It didn’t take long for the familiar feeling of your orgasm to reappear, and you warned Owen quickly, gasping when he sucked your clit back into his mouth as a response.

Your orgasm hit quickly, and to both of your shock you squirted all over Owen’s face. He pulled away, staring at you in shock.

“Holy fuck.” He said after a moment. Too exhausted to reply you just nodded.

“Fuck.” Was all you could get out. Owen grinned.

“I didn’t know I could make her squirt.” He muttered, mostly to himself, as he grabbed one of the towels your mother had left out for the two of you to use in the morning, wiping his face and chest with it, before heading back to you.

“You okay baby?” He questioned, wiping your thighs that were covered in liquid from when you squirted.

“Yeah just exhausted.” You said, letting Owen clean you up.

Once he was done he grabbed your underwear from the floor and helped you pull it back on before offering you his shirt he had been wearing, which you accepted sleepily. He pulled his boxer briefs on before pulling back the covers of your bed and helping you in, climbing in next to you.

You yawned, snuggling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Happy new year O, I love you.” You whispered.

“Happy new year, I love you too.” He replied, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

You snuggled closer and not long after that you found yourself falling asleep, ready for another new year with your amazing boyfriend.

[snothing]

Mar’i’s going on a date Drabble

I wrote this a while ago, and never really finished it. I decided oh what the hell and posted it. Sorry for any spelling mistakes! 

Also, love triangles, jealousy, and protective (immature) twin brother galore! 

“I can’t go on the mission tonight.”

Seven pairs of eyes peered at the seventeen-year-old Prince of Tamaran. Jake was out of his Nightwing uniform, donning instead a comfortable pair of blue jeans and a loose-fitting t-shirt. He looked out of place amongst his fellow Titans, who were all donning their superhero uniforms.

“Are you joking, Grayson?” Damian growled, getting up from the monitors. The Boy Wonder stalked right up to Jake, the opaque lens of his mask glared at the younger boy. “We’ve been staking out the warehouse for an entire week! You can’t just bail now.”

“Yeah, Jake. There’s literally a shipment coming in tonight,” Lian spoke up, arms crossed. She tried her best to rein in her disappointment, but the displeasure was evident in her features.

“Sorry, guys,” Jake responded sheepishly. “Sometimes things just pop up, but hey, tomorrow, I’ll be back in duty and ready to unleash some Tamaranean hell.”

“Like that’ll do us any good,” Jai West snorted. “You’re like one of our heavy hitters.”

Irey was inclined to agree with her brother. “Yeah, Jake. We could really use you in the air with Jon. Are you sure you can’t come tonight?”

Jake shook his head apologetically. “Positive. Look, I’m really sorry, guys. I know I really dropped the ball on this, but it’s really out of my hands.”

“Tell me, Grayson,” Damian narrowed his eyes. He resisted the urge to look up. Even though they were only two years apart, Jake held two inches over him, a source of contention for the ex-assassin. “What’s more important than stopping an illegal shipment of kryptonite firearms?”

Jake glared and stood his ground. “It’s personal.”

“Oh come on, Jake,” Jon elbowed him. “You can’t just quit on a mission like that and not tell us.”

“Yeah, tell us, Jake!” Colin Wilkes sang from the couch. “And we were supposed to get nachos after, remember? How can you say no to nachos with your bro?”

In a blink, Jai was behind him, looping an arm around his neck. A friendly smile played on his mouth. “Whatcha got that’s so important, Jakey baby? Got a hot date or something, hmm?”

Lian frowned as she eyed Jake sharply. “Well?”

“Oooh, look at his face! Jake’s gonna see his girlfriend tonight!” Jai teased, oblivious to the darkening cloud on Lian’s face. “He’s gonna get some of that-” he made crude thrusting gestures.

“Ew, Jai, stop it!” Irey scolded, hands on her hips. She smiled kindly at Jake. “Jake’s a gentlemen. He’d never be so vulgar.”

“You should hear him when we game,” Cerdian grumbled. “Boy’s got a foul mouth.”

“It’s okay, bud,” Collin patted his shoulder understandingly. “I’d chose a lady over nachos any day.”

“Tt. Figures, Grayson,” remarked Damian, haughty. “You can at least try to take this job seriously. If you weren’t so busy thinking with your-“

“I’m not going on a date!” Jake blurted out. “Mar’i is!”

Oh shit. He was not supposed to say that.

The shadows on Lian’s face disappeared. She let out a sigh of relief but slyly cast a glance at the gobsmacked Robin and SuperBoy. They looked as if Jake had slapped them in the face.

“What?” Jon asked, failing to keep the crack in his voice at bay. Beautiful, studious Mar’iand’r Grayson— his secret crush of THREE years— was going on a date— with someone— who was not him? “Mar’i? Date?”

Damian tried to tame the storm on his face, knowing damn well that Harper and Wilkes were analyzing his every move. Still, even he could not help asking dumbly, “Mar’i as in your sister?”

“What other Mar’i would it be,” Lian chided before grinning micheviously. She knew she was treading in dangerous territory, but the chaotic side of her couldn’t resist. “She’s going on a date? That’s great! It’s about damn time someone asked that girl out!”

Lian swore she could feel someone’s heat vision on her, but whose, she was not quite sure. Damian would no doubt make her pay in training later.

“No, not great, Lian!” Jake retorted, cross. “The pokar’s name is,” he paused to gag dramatically, “Brendon.”

“Oh, I remember her talking about Brendon!” Collin said thoughtfully. “They’re both in the Astrophysics club at your school, right? She said he was a senior?”

“Ooh! Mar’i’s dating a senior!” Irey exclaimed happily. “How exciting!”

Jake, Damian, and Jon all shot the speedster a glare. “Yes, Brendon. He asked her out yesterday. Said he wants to take her to get milkshakes and,” Jake stopped to shudder, “tour the observatory.”

“Oh, that’s kind of romantic, right? They’re both into space stuff— well, she’s from another planet! I think it’s sweet,” Irey tried to appease him.

“It’s tacky,” Damian snorted, arms crossed. “Who takes a girl to get a cold beverage and see stars? Overplayed and overrated.”

“Not to mention racist! Yeah, take the alien girl to an observatory! She has other interests, too, you know! Like gardening, old movies, and birdwatching!” Jon snipped. The team was shocked to see him react this way; he was characteristically optimistic, rarely ever showing aggression outside the battlefield, and now, he looked ready to explode.

“Don’t you think you three are being too harsh?” Lian asked, eyebrow raised. “It probably took a lot of courage for this guy to ask Mar’i out.”

“Uh, no, Lian, I don’t,” Jake answered, indignant. Lian promptly rolled her eyes.

Damian turned to him. “Does Grayson know about this?”

“Uh, yeah, Damian, I’d think Mar’i’d know if she were going on a date.”

“Not Mar’i, idiot. Your father!” Damian snapped. Dick was very protective of his children, especially his darling Mar’i. 

“Use our first names, dummy! If you hadn’t notice, my mom, my sister, me, and my dad all share the same last name!” Jake shot back. “And of course, he does! He’s not happy about it either, but Mom-- the traitor-- made him agree to it!”

“So what are you going to do, Jake?” Lian inquired. She eyed him suspiciously. “You better not be thinking about ruining her date.”

“Do I look like I have a death wish? She’d kill me if I did that!”

“Then what? Last time I checked, Mar’i was the same age as you, and —get this— totally capable of making her own damn decisions!”

“I disagree with Harper, ruin the date.”

“Damian!”

“I’m not going to ruin the date. I am simply going to ensure this Brendon behaves in an honorable fashion,” Jake interjected. 

Lian frowned. “So you’re gonna spy on them?”

“Yeah, essentially,” Jake conceded. “But I’d like to say reconnaissance. This ‘Brendon’ is perhaps a form of ooze monster in disguise. If that’s the case, her dear brother Jake is here to save the day! And hopefully, she’ll see that dating is gross and never do it again.”

“You’re absolutely ridiculous, you know that?” Lian sighed, exasperated. She always knew there would come a day when Mar’i would go on a date and Jake would freak out, but honestly, she expected it would either be Damian or Jon. She could not even imagine the fallout from that.

Jon cut in, placing a hand on Jake’s shoulder. Normally, he’d never condone something this immature, but today, he would make an exception. “I don’t think so Jake. You gotta do what you gotta do.”

A grin blossomed on Jake’s face. Feeling validated, he turned to the archer, a smug grin on his face. “Thank you, Jon! See, Lian, at least someone understands me! I’m just doing my brotherly duties. 

Lian rolled her eyes. 

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SC Elevate! 2021 - Day 2

IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN! We hope you enjoyed yesterday's reads as much as we did! We've got 5 amazing fics for your reading pleasure today, plus 1 breathtaking piece of artwork that's ready to bless your eyeballs.

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You're the one true thing: G; Stevie/Twyla; 9057 words

“Hey George?” she calls out in the direction of the kitchen, and George’s head pops up in the pass-through window.

“Need something else, Stevie?”

“No, I’m just wondering where Twyla is. I sent her a text almost an hour ago and she hasn’t responded.”

George raises his eyebrows in surprise. “She’s home sick. You didn’t know?”

“What? No! She didn’t tell me.”

“Weird.” George shrugs. “Anyway, she started feeling a little under-the-weather yesterday afternoon, and she called me early this morning to ask if I could cover for her today. I was supposed to go to my son’s science fair, but--”

“But Twyla has literally never called out sick,” Stevie finishes.

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Or, Twyla is sick, and Stevie absolutely does not panic.

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ooh see that girl (watch that scene): G; Stevie/Ruth; Alexis/Twyla; 9646 words

“C’mon, gals, where’s your sense of adventure? You know, this is just like class, all the cool people sit in the front.” Jocelyn places her bag at her feet, hooking her ankles around the strap in case someone tries to run off with it.

“Not in my experience,” Stevie mumbles, falling into the seat two rows behind, Ronnie sitting next to her. Gwen sits next to her and Twyla and Alexis fill in the middle.

“Are you ready for two hours of fun?” Jocelyn asks, turning around to take a photo of the group. None of them are smiling, but that’s ok. They probably just weren’t ready for the photo.

“Mm, I don’t know that I would call multiple hours on a bus fun? Considering the last time I did that my family had just lost all of our money and we had to move into a sketchy roadside motel.” Alexis yelps and when Jocelyn turns around she’s smiling brightly, Stevie leaning into the space between her and Twyla. “But, mm-hm, yes. I cannot wait.”

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Post Little Towns Big Voices 2k21 the Gals spend some time in NYC.

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and the stars look very different today: T; Alexis/Twyla; Stevie/Ruth; Rachel/Shannon; Alexis & Ronnie; Alexis & Rachel; 12,080 words

Teaming up with a group of talented women, Alexis plans her next job

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a little change: T; Stevie/Twyla; 11,738 words

In order to get her land back, Stevie has struck a deal with Lord Schitt. He'll leave her alone, if she goes and rescues Princess Twyla from her tower, for his son, Mutt. Of course she accepts the challenge.

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An Evolving Palate: M; Stevie/Original Female Character; 2261 words

Stevie goes to Jake’s for a whisky or whatever, but ends up wine-tasting instead.

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[juvinadelgreko]

June’s favorite lyrics: The Battle At Garden’s Gate

Heat Above:

Sorrows of the Earth, may our tears of rain wash down to bathe you // this is what life is worth, when the fires still burn and rage all around

The first time I heard this lyric, it felt like receiving a warm hug.

Can you feel my love, rising with the heat above?

This is just beautiful.

My Way, Soon:

I have yet to wander, many miles far yonder // and with so much left to ponder, I choose the road.

All of the lyrics here speak to me a lot as someone who travels a lot. It really captures the beauty of it.

Broken Bells:

I believe the sun still shines, and I believe there comes a time // when out of silence we will sing, and even broken bells will ring // none of the answers are the same, yet we still play the game.

I posted about this lyric previously, but it’s really special. Everyone’s struggle is different, but there’s always hope.

Built By Nations:

Standing naked in the breast of canyons // with no pride to call his own.

I really appreciate the lyrical content of this song overall, but the image that one puts in my mind is especially beautiful and raw.

Age of Machine:

God machine // malfunctioned as it grew // and the circuits blew // falling down on you // now you’re free // unplug from the source // no more underscores // open up the doors.

This is another one where I really appreciate all the lyrics, but this one captures the theme of the song best to me.

Tears of Rain:

Bathing in the light around us // praying for the night to comfort thee.

I love the contrast here. Burning in the light and praying for the night to bring relief.

Stardust Chords:

Prisoners of the King are promised their freedom for // planting a score of infantry vines // from the bowing Earth // up rises the weeds of war, caving the floor // a renaissance born.

It has been said by the likes of the living and the dead // make your bed // even sinners go to drink the wine, break the bread

Both this song and The Barbarians approach the horrors of war really well. You know, why war happens and how civilization becomes both the fuel and the byproduct.

The first lyric in particular is interesting to me because it seems to touch on both war and slavery at the same time. There’s the notion of “planting” in a feudal sense, where the monarchy protects you in exchange for your labor. But it also mentions infantry and the weeds of war—you’re literally enslaved by the King and his war machine. You’re killing yourself to live. It’s horrifyingly precise. This is a brilliant lyric, major props to Josh.

The second lyric answers that one really well. Even sinners drink the wine, break the bread. That’s relevant especially now, in discussions of justice and punishment. Even sinners deserve humanity. No one deserves to be enslaved or killed.

Light My Love:

Your mind is a stream of colors, extending beyond our sky // a land of infinite wonders // a billion light years from here, now.

This is a beautiful description and it creates an incredible image. It stuck out to me as someone who’s struggled a lot with their mental health. Yes, my mind causes me pain and is often traitorous, but it also contains beautiful ideas and emotions.

I have seen pictures of time // the frames still in motion I find // a grand revolution outlined // hate bound by fear will unwind

There’s a reason this song made me cry when I first heard it. This lyric is an interesting look at how love can change the way you view the world. It strengthens and heals a person and allows them to do the same for others.

Caravel:

Heel, to the mist and the wind, yeah // you wake the movement, ooh.

Sail to the end of the world, oh // for death or glory, ooh // bow, with your face to the sky // we are the movement, oh.

These are very beautiful and visceral, but simple: we’re very small in the face of Mother Nature. Worship her majesty accordingly.

The Barbarians:

Children with their toys of war // birthright of death with a fiery breath // funeral of innocence // painted up in red and dressed in lead // are we prisoners or renegades? // well, I’ve done my time // behold, visions of burning skies // alas Babylon // mothers of Barbarians // were your young so spry, when they were left to die?

This is my favorite song on the record by miles. It’s a lyrical and musical masterpiece. It took me a minute to understand it, but the “barbarians” being referred to are not the children themselves, but the adults and leaders who sent them to die. “Are we prisoners or renegades” might be my favorite lyric on the whole record, because it rips back the delicate veil of personal and national glory over the fraud of warfare: you aren’t fighting for freedom if you’re imprisoned by your impending death. It’s the narrow line one walks when devoting themselves to a certain cause. You’re no longer a renegade, you’re a prisoner. Again, bravo Josh. A simpler interpretation suggests a crisis of faith or identity—will you walk the path chosen for you or the one you choose?

Trip the Light Fantastic:

Interceding signs // carbon dancing through time

To comet across a blistering hue // beyond the spaces of false and true

You are the land, the sea, and the sky // the explanation why // we’re tied to all things as one // rhythm of space, expansion of soul // force beyond control // travellers in time searching for the unknown

I subscribe quite a bit to this kind of philosophy and this song captures it will. Nothing ever truly ends. Josh talked about it in the Rolling Stone article (December 2020). He basically said that when we die, we’re buried, and there grows a tree, the tree gives off oxygen, someone breathes it in. We’re just carbon dancing through time. It’s a beautiful notion to me. Nothing truly ends. We’re all just sharing carbon.

The Weight of Dreams

All across the West we travelled wayward for // to find the weight of dreams in gold // Heaven sent us here to meet the hallowed shores // to claim the wealth that we had sold

Gold mines, melting men in the sunshine // spoiled wine tastes so sweet we have gone blind

We’ve stolen every cloak of studded majesty // the Queen is dead, we robbed her grave // you can still bathe in the river, but it’s run dry // and all of us have turned away

Yes yes I know that’s basically the entire song, but these lyrics capture the burden of dreaming perfectly. Reaching for the stars takes a lot out of a person, and when you get there, it’s so easy to be consumed with hubris.

Overall, I’m in awe of the lyrical content of this record. Nothing is spoon-fed; there’s multiple interpretations of theme. The whole thing speaks in dazzling, vivid metaphor. I love it.

[owl-with-a-pen]

Nia getting hurt and brainy turning to team-flash for help because he feels hopeless. Ty <3

- I've never written for The Flash characters before, so I hope this is okay! Seeing as Cisco recently left the show, I thought it'd be nice to focus on him. Thank you for the prompt! x

From day one, Cisco had learned that being a part of Team Flash meant staying on your toes, always keeping vigilant for the next attack and always being prepared for the subsequent counterattack Star Labs’ resident tech genius – aka him - could provide. It also meant, expect the weirdest thing imaginable and, then? Oh man, you gotta triple that.

Still, even with all of that in mind, Cisco was in no way prepared for an alien super genius to swoop in from God-knows-where and systematically dismantle his lab, not to mention steal his thunder in the process.

All in the space of under twenty minutes.

"Hey, so I’m flattered you came to us for help,” Cisco finally called out from the lab’s doorway. “But, this might be easier if you actually, I don't know? Talk to us."

Cisco had been watching in bewilderment as Brainy ran around his lab, muttering under his breath as he picked up various pieces of experimental tech with both parts appraisal and derision before throwing them each none-too-gently aside. Cisco flinched when Brainy threw one of his most recent experiments – an advanced interdimensional extrapolator designed in theory to breach the new universes that had been created by Crisis – onto the countertop. And it’d stay totally theoretical if Brainy continued to pay the same amount of care to Cisco’s handiwork as one might a discarded candy wrapper. God, he really needed to start marking these things as fragile - especially when company was over. Then again, he hadn't expected a visit from the fourth kind today.

"Hey, dude, talk to us, c'mon, we won't bite," Cisco prompted, holding up his hands placatingly. When Brainy continued without so much as a word thrown in their direction, Cisco turned to Caitlin desperately, nudging her arm. "Tell him we don't bite," he whispered loudly.

"We don't bite," Caitlin repeated exasperatedly. She’d been watching Brainy with care since he’d barged through Star Lab’s front doors. Because, seriously, could anyone just walk into this place? "Brainy - I understand you're worried for your girlfriend, but we can help you. Just tell us what you need."

Cisco knew that something big was going down in National City, enough that Kara had called ahead last minute to inform Team Flash that they’d be getting a surprise visit from one of the Super Friends. Surprise really had been the understatement of the day. Nearly the second Caitlin had been off the phone with Kara, Brainy had decided to make his grand entrance.

"I don't need anything from you," Brainy said through his teeth, quite possibly the first coherent sentence he’d directed to anyone since his arrival. He continued to move restlessly, shuffling through another pile of technology. "I require your equipment,” he elaborated stiffly. “Since the DEO's destruction, we are rather limited on supplies."

Cisco cringed. "Ooh yeah, I heard about that. Some alien god, right?"

Bad call, Cisco realised immediately. The second the words had come out of his mouth, Brainy tensed, hunching his shoulders.

"His name was Rama Khan,” Brainy said, his voice strained. “He came from a race of ancient beings."

“So, not a god?" Cisco said quickly, glancing to Caitlin for support. When she only shrugged, he fumbled for something, anything, to lighten the mood. “I mean, figures, right? Out of every form of media out there, it had to be Ancient Aliens that was on the right track.”

Brainy made a disgruntled sound at that, dangling another piece of tech out into his line of sight before making to throw it over his shoulder.

“My tachyon filtrator!” Cisco lurched forward, eyes wide. “Hey, hey, stop that!” He snatched his experimental baby from Brainy’s hands seconds before disaster, pointing an accusing finger at him. “No more throwing my stuff, got it?”

"Cisco," Caitlin murmured in warning. "Don't."

"Easy for you to say,” Cisco shot back. “He's not throwing your stuff." Cisco strode over to his workbench, collecting as many of his unfinished designs as he could carry into his arms and very deliberately placing them as far away from prying Coluan fingers as was humanly possible.

Cisco could feel Brainy’s eyes watching his every move, though he wasn’t sure if there was even a hint of an apology in his expression. From the short time they’d worked together in the past, he remembered Brainy as being pretty unfiltered when it came to conversation, if not a little socially inept. Still, he got his nickname for a reason. Dude was literally a walking talking supercomputer, capable of calculating probability to such a high degree of accuracy, he might as well have been psychic. In any other circumstance, Cisco would’ve been eager to pick his brain, maybe even get his input on some of his more complex designs.

Right now, though? Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea, especially when he was so clearly distraught with what was happening over in National City.

Cisco had never formally met Dreamer before, but he’d seen her on the news enough to know that she was incredibly powerful. If something had taken her down, he knew it had to be bad.

And so, when Cisco was certain his tech was safe, he turned back to Brainy, eyeing him expectantly.

Finally, Brainy rolled his shoulders, closing his eyes. "Dreamer was affected by a meta," he explained carefully, lowering his chin. "The DEO had stockpiled technology, archived files on known meta attacks and their countermeasures. We- no, I lost that."

Well, Cisco didn’t need to be a twelfth-level whatever to know what Brainy was going through there. The guilt in his voice was practically tangible. Cisco seemed to remember that the DEO had had a sudden change in management during Lex Luthor’s reign, and if the files he’d been able to hack during that handover were true, then it’d been Brainy who’d been heading operations before the organisation’s literal collapse.

And now, Brainy’s girlfriend was in danger, caught in the crosshairs of a situation that couldn’t be fixed because of his mistake. Cisco swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat; he knew he wouldn’t have fared any better if Kamilla had been in that kind of danger.

"We've all done stuff we've regretted," Caitlin said carefully, stepping into the room. She folded her arms over her chest loosely, her brow furrowed with concern. "Look, maybe we don’t know each other very well, and maybe we can't even help advise you, but you clearly came here looking for something in particular so, we can at least supply you, right?” When Brainy turned towards her, eyes glimmering, Caitlin offered a gentle smile. “No one knows this lab's layout like Cisco, and if you need medical supplies, I've got you covered." Brainy held very still as Caitlin crossed the room and, when she was close enough, she reached out, hesitantly patting him on the shoulder. For all the confidence she was boasting right now, Cisco was far too aware that this was the closest alien encounter she'd had since meeting Kara, and for a lot of that time she'd been fronting as Frost.

"It's an extensive list," Brainy said warily. He didn’t shrug away from Caitlin’s touch, at least, which Cisco took as a small victory.

"Hey,” Cisco said, puffing out his chest, “you’re talking to Team Flash, here. I think we can handle it.”

Brainy’s eyes darted away from them both for a long moment, scanning empty air. When he blinked back into reality, he nodded, bowing his head. "Very well," Brainy relented.

With that, he made a vague gesture towards his head, pointing underhandedly with two fingers towards Cisco's pocket. In the same instant, his phone buzzed twice against his leg, indicating a text notification. Cisco fished it out of his pocket in confusion.

"I have transferred everything I need to your phone,” Brainy said by means of explanation.

“Huh. So you have,” Cisco said, eyes wide as he stared at the list of tech, trying very hard to keep his cool instead of grinning like an idiot at that awesome display of alien superpower. Maybe once he’d finished locating this stuff for Brainy, putting together the right machine to help his girlfriend, he’d have a chance to actually ask him some questions.

For now though, finding all this stuff took priority.

Cisco bit his cheek, nodding firmly. “Alright then,” he said, cracking his neck. “Looks like we should get started.”

Even though Brainy’s returning smile was pained, it was still a smile, which was definitely progress.

And hey, maybe Cisco would see a genuine one once Dreamer was safe and sound. Because he was gonna make sure that happened.

After all, that was what Team Flash was all about.

[professionalsimpfor2dboys]

If your requests aren't open you can ignore me, but imagine mc playing around and just doing the classic 90s anime vilian stance while yelling "SILENCE BOTTOM!"

hahaha, oh the boys’ reactions would be very diverse. I hope ya don’t mind me doing some short headcannons for the oldest four brothers because I don’t wanna be too repetitive + I feel like I’m taking too long to answer your ask haha sorry about that 😅

Some are implied nsfw ;) haha

“SILENCE BOTTOM!” Brothers’ Reactions

Lucifer

The brothers and MC were having their usual biweekly game night in MC’s room when said human thought it would be a good idea to bring out their stash of alcohol smuggled in from the human world (much to Lucifer’s disappointment) but failed to realize demons aren’t affected by human alcohol...which left only MC drunk out of their mind.

Of course, to be fair, Asmo brought in a bottle of demonus for the seven of them to pass around but it was too small of an amount to leave anyone more than a little tipsy.

With every shot MC took, their face reddened more and their volume increased as everything sent them into a fit of giggles, which the boys found cute. They wrapped their arms around Mammon’s neck and blew into his ear teasingly as said demon’s face became ruddy.

“O-Oi, what are ya doin’?” He protested, but didn’t push them away.

“What? Can’t I hug my ‘first’ demon?~” MC laughed before falling over, basically body-checking Mammon to the floor along with them as he yelped out of surprise.

“Alright, that’s enough. They’re obviously inebriated,” Lucifer said, standing up. “Time for bed,” he continued, ushering the others to hurry up and leave. The others began cleaning up, getting ready to leave but MC was quick to get off Mammon and stand up with wobbly legs.

“You jealous, Luci?” They giggled as the brothers looked at them with small smiles.

Lucifer ignored them as he continued commanding his brothers to clean up faster. Beginning to berate them for letting his human become so drunk. “You know humans are frail beings! The fact that you didn’t listen to me when I told all of you to stop giving them more shots is completely-“ his scoldings were giving MC a headache so they were quick to shut him up.

Posing so quickly and suddenly that they saw stars in their eyes for a bit, MC opened their mouth with a glint in their eye before shouting: “SILENCE BOTTOM! MUAHAHAHA” successfully shutting up the eldest brother.

Everyone was silent. MC stood still in their pose before doubling over from laughter as Lucifer watched with widened eyes.

“Everyone out, now,” Lucifer ordered, waving towards the door which they were quick to oblige but right as the door closed he heard quickened footsteps down the hall before an uproar of laughter resounded from his brothers. He’d deal with them later.

Sighing as he picked the human up from the floor, who’s laughter had eventually died down as sleepiness fit them full on, he laid them on their bed before brushing aside their askew hair accompanied with a chuckle. “That was a surprise, love, but I’m sure you know I’m far from what you call a bottom,” he chuckled, tucking them in. MC had long since passed out, mouth slack and cheeks still red. “You’re definitely a strange one, but mine nonetheless. I hope you know you’ll be facing the consequences of your words in the morning,~” he whispered in their ear, making them shift, before he kissed their forehead and shuffled beside them for cuddles.

Slight revenge sex in the morning once they’re sober for embarrassing him in front of his little brothers since he is the avatar of pride after all.

Mammon + Levi

these boyos scream switch to me soo you might know where I’m going with this

after a day at R.A.D, MC had walked with Levi and Mammon back to the House of Lamentation and they started another one of their arguments yet again.

“Mammon, you literally stole money from me last night after putting a bookcase on top of the door to my tank and watching me panic! What kind of older brother watches their younger brother almost drown???” Levi screeched, clasping at his neck dramatically.

“Wait, you can drown? I thought you were some weird sea monster thing,” Mammon retorted with a laugh as they entered into the living room. MC just face-palmed.

“Does it look like I have gills to you?? Ughh, you can just be so infuriating sometimes!” Levi groaned, running his hands through his hair in a frustrated manner.

MC shuffled to his side, whilst rubbing circles on his back as they cooed:” aw, it’s alright Levi-Chan~how about we go have a marathon of Ruri-Chan’s limited edition dvds you got in the mail the other day?”

Levi’s face lit up with both excitement and embarrassment. “You’re right! I almost forgot about that! Let’s go!” He exclaimed, grabbing ahold of their hand before pulling them towards his room but Mammon was quick to grab MC’s other hand and pull them the opposite way.

“Nuh-uh, where do ya think you’re goin’ with my human, huh? They’ll be staying with me because I ain’t watchin’ no Riri-Chan DVD’s,” Mammon shook his head, pulling MC closer but Levi countered it with a tug of his own.

“It’s Ruri-Chan, thank you very much and MC offered so it’s not your call whether they go or not, numbskull,” he retorted as MC was losing their patience being pulled around.

“Ha! If you think I’m gonna let ya get your hands on my human then you got another thing comin-“ it was in that moment a cheeky grin appeared on MC’s face before they ripped themselves from both of the demons’ grasps and posed dramatically.

“SILENCE BOTTOMS!” They bellowed, leaving the two speechless before faces turned red quickly. MC got a good laugh at their reactions before Levi spoke up.

“Th-that was kind of t-tantalizing! P-please do more! I’ve only heard it in animes and thought it was funny before this...” He begged, pushing both his pointer fingers together sheepishly.

“H-huh? What do ya mean tantalizing?” Mammon stuttered out, equally as embarrassed. He enjoyed it too, but wouldn’t be caught dead admitting it.

Well, looks like they found out something new about themselves.

Satan

Oh boy, calling this man a bottom? hmm possibly

MC was helping him study human culture for a test that was coming up and decided to take a short break.

“So, how about we talk about some things that won’t be on the test?” Satan suggested, looking up at MC from his book.

“Like?” MC questioned.

“Hm, I would like to learn some human slang in order to use it for confusing my brothers,” he replied, a hand on his chin as he thought. “All I know of is the dance phenomenon called the dab? Levi was quite interested in doing it at every given second for a fleeting period of time,” he continued, deep in thought which made MC laugh.

“Well, lemme think,” they began before one popped up in their mind. “Ooh! Do ya know what a DILF is?”

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that. Of course demons know what DILFs and MILFs as well,” he replied, chuckling which made MC pout.

“Well, do ya know Lucifer is a total DILF to me?” MC retaliated, knowing that would rile up Satan. He visibly gagged at her words before slamming his book shut.

“Please never say those words again,” he hissed, closing his eyes.

MC chuckled at his reaction before another idea popped up in their mind. “Ooh, how about...” they began before bolting up and waiting.

After anticipating for a bit, he cocked his head at their silence. “How about what-“ he was quickly cut off with a loud “SILENCE BOTTOM!” From MC which he jumped at.

MC watched his reaction before bursting in a fit of laughter. “Pretty funny, right? It’s a thing humans do as a joke-“ Satan wasn’t listening as he closed the space between them with rosy cheeks.

“I would be lying if I said I’ve never thought about it before~” he whispered closely, hot breath tickling MC’s face as they looked at his lidded eyes.

“HUHH??” MC blurted out making Satan looked at them in a confused manner.

“You were implying you wanted me to try being submissive during sex, were you not?” He questioned, assuming he was correct.

“W-what? No! It’s a joke in the human world!” They were quick to reply, still a bit frazzled. It was Satan’s turn to be embarrassed.

He backed away quickly, cheeks blushed red for a different reason now as he rubbed the back of his neck. “O-oh!” Was all he said before quieting down. An awkward silence settling over them before MC spoke up quietly.

“W-what did you have in mind?” they asked, hesitant.

“Huh?” Satan turned to look at her.

“I-I would be lying too if I said I never thought about having you under me...so what did you have in mind exactly,” they replied shyly, not meeting his eyes.

A smile spread across Satan’s face as only four words left his mouth: “Me wearing cat ears,”

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