#because what they both really want is to love each other as loudly and openly as they can

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Wei Ying smiles like the sun.

When they were younger, Lan Wangji had felt scorched by it. It had seared into his bones and behind his retinas, ivory-bright and burning, and so, for fear of what would become of him if he looked too long, he had turned away.

Now the clouds have covered the sun, and it shines through so rarely that every glimpse of it is a treasure beyond reason or compare, and so -- even though he knows he should not -- Lan Wangji creeps forward on silent footsteps, peering a little closer, desperate in a wordless, formless, twisting way for even a glimpse, even a glimmer, even a tiny flash of that smile.

The bunny burrows deeper into Wei Ying's robes, and he grins, and it is like Lan Wangji is standing in the sun again after so many weeks of rain.

Then the wind shifts. Lan Wangji's robes, his ribbon, his hair suddenly lift and carry out far enough to catch the corner of Wei Ying's eye, and the clouds return so quickly Lan Wangji feels dizzy with it, feels sick. Wei Ying's back goes perfectly straight, and his face falls into an expression of cold neutrality. Lan Wangji has to clench his jaw to choke back a cry of despair.

His husband turns to face him without actually looking at him. Wei Ying solutes him with formality and grace. Greets him with "Hanguang-Jun."

The sun is gone again.

The sun is gone, and there is nothing Lan Wangji can do to bring it back -- not when he is the cloud that covers it. He should have turned away as soon as he saw Wei Ying in the field. He should not have intruded on this private moment of happiness, not when Wei Ying seems to experience happiness so rarely, now.

Lan Wangji returns the bow, greets his husband. Tells him "I am being sent on a night-hunt. I will depart this evening, and estimate it will take me three days to return."

Wei Ying does not ask to come along. His eyes do not light up in curiosity, he does not bounce on his knees and pester Lan Wangji for information about where he is going or what he is hunting. All Wei Ying does is incline his head and say "Alright."

Come with me, Lan Wangji wants to say, but he knows he hasn't the right. Wei Ying is likely relieved to have Lan Wangji out of his hair for a few days. Maybe, without Lan Wangji there to cast a shadow over him, Wei Ying will allow himself to smile.

I didn't mean to take it from you. I didn't know I could. I didn't realize how much power I had, how much I was hurting you. I would do anything to make you happy here. I wish I could figure out how.

Lan Wangji accepts the dismissal for what it is. He turns, and leaves, and hopes his husband will breathe easier with him gone. Maybe he should start taking more night hunts.

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He doesn't know how long Lan Zhan has been standing there, but it's definitely been long enough to see Wei Wuxian rolling around in the dirt with the rabbits like an idiot. He tries to correct his posture, schools his face. Maintain a proper seat. Do not smile for no reason. Excessive displays of emotion are prohibited. Act with decorum.

It isn't enough. By the time he has himself presentable, Lan Zhan is visibly grinding his teeth. Even from here, Wei Wuxian can see the way his jaw flexes when he clenches it. He's expecting to be scolded -- pets aren't allowed in Cloud Recesses, and this clearing technically isn't in the bounds of Cloud Recesses but no Lan has ever cared about technicality when it came to obeying their rules. (Or punishing people for not obeying their rules.)

Still, it isn't Lan Zhan's fault that Wei Wuxian is exactly as much of a terrible husband as Madam Yu always told him he would be, so he salutes exactly as is proper between married spouses and calls Lan Zhan by his title, as respectfully as he can.

Lan Zhan bows back, and doesn't immediately drag Wei Wuxian off to be punished. Huh.

Maybe... maybe he appreciates the attempt?

Wei Wuxian is trying. He's trying so fucking hard. Does Lan Zhan see that? Does he -- does that mean anything to him? Does it matter to him that Wei Wuxian is trying as hard as he can, even though he keeps fucking up?

"I am being sent on a night-hunt. I will depart this evening, and estimate it will take me three days to return."

Ah. He's just in a hurry, then. That makes more sense.

Wei Wuxian nods. Says "Alright," to show he understands. Lan Zhan will probably pass his punishment on to someone else, then, or he'll decide what to do about Wei Wuxian when he gets back.

The stupid, childish part of Wei Wuxian that refuses to fucking learn wants to say be safe or come back to me. Wants to take Lan Zhan's hand in his and kiss the backs of his knuckles as a goodbye. Wants to help him pack, and see him off at the gates. Wei Wuxian has accepted that he'll never step foot outside the Cloud Recesses again, so going with Lan Zhan isn't an option for him, but at least a proper goodbye, at least something --

He crushes that stupid, childish part of himself as ruthlessly as he can. He has bothered Lan Zhan more than enough. The poor man is literally trapped with him now, and Wei Wuxian still can't be a decent husband for him. Lan Zhan deserves a few days to himself.

He knots his hands in the skirt of his robes, and bites his tongue hard enough to hurt, and doesn't move, and doesn't speak, and doesn't lift his eyes from the fluffy back of the little white rabbit until his husband's footsteps have vanished down the path, and Wei Wuxian is alone again.

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When You're Both Competing in the ISAC

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**Request**

There's never anything with isac on here lol but what if u wrote stray kids with idol! Reader at isac? Just fluffy hcs or smthn like that! I love ur writing btw I EAT THAT SHIT UP! Also could I be 🍄anon in case I request anything in the future? Have a wonderful day/night or whenever ur reading this!

genre: fluff, a smidge of crack as a treat

pov: 2nd person

description: you and your boyfriend are both competing in the ISAC

pairing: idol!skz x idol!reader

warnings: swearing

word count: 903 (unedited)

a/n: 🍄, i hope you like it!

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방 찬 (Bang Chan)

He's busy trying to keep the kids in line

And messing around with other idols

But without fail, this man is waiting for you after everyone of your events with a water in a towel

Ready to tell you how good of a job you did

And if you didn't, you either didn't win or messed up, he's there to cheer you up

Ready to give you a hug, not caring if there are cameras and fans

"You did your best. Did you have fun? Yeah? Then that's all that matters."

이 민 호 (Lee Min-Ho)

Oh he's teasing you relentlessly throughout the entire event

You will not know peace

You're doing an event? He's on the sidelines just saying things to throw you off your rhythm

"Y/n! Your shoe is untied!" When it is very clearly not

"Y/n, the goal is right there!" When you miss a goal

"Y/n! I know you can do better than that! Just imagine JYP pdnim is watching!"

He just likes watching you get all flustered

And boy does it work

Can't help but smirk when you start doing well after he starts teasing you

서 창 빈 (Seo Chang-Bin)

He does not care about the cameras or the fans, he's openly hanging around you and cheering for you

He might be the loudest one cheering for you to be completely honest

Changbin was getting so out of hand with how loudly he was cheering for you and celebrating when you did well or trying to call the refs out for bad calls that Chan had to put him on a time out

Had to bring Felix in to calm him down and everything

Can't help be proud of you

Biggest cheerleader

황 현 진 (Hwang Hyun-Jin)

You two are just off on the side entertaining fans together by dancing

Started off with you two doing dance challenges

And then trying to dance to each other's songs while you sang for them

And then a fan screamed for you two to do a specific song

So you two started taking requests

And then it somehow turned into a dance battle

You two created your own event for the isac

Other idols started getting involved and it turned into a large thing

Both of you two the opportunity to just fuck off and go sit somewhere and talk

You were tired from dancing and the unexpected fan service

Caused people to start shipping you two

한 지 성 (Han Ji-Sung)

He's sharing his contraband snacks

He'll go and seek you out and just tell you to put your hand out

And of course you do because it's Han and it's either going to be really cute or really funny

Just gives you the food and quickly disappears back to his group

Can't do much because there are cameras and fans watching

Will sometimes give your members snacks too so it doesn't look too suspicious

If you're doing an event he'll leave the snack with one of your members with a little note for you

All of his snacks have little notes for you, just cheering you on or telling you how cool or cute you looked in your events or saying how well you did

And if you did poorly, the snack will have a note trying to cheer you up

이 용 복 (Lee Felix Yong-Bok)

He's cheating

Even if you two aren't directly competing against each other and you're in the same company

He's cheating

You two made you own little competition to up the ante

Whoever does the best in their events wins

And this man is competitive as hell so he has to win even though he loves you

Does it in the cutest ways possible though so how can you be mad at him

Like cheering when he knows you want it quiet

Or making sure he's in your line of sight and making silly faces

If you two are in the pubg esports category together, he's going straight for you

Will kill you without mercy and just go "oops?"

Despite his best efforts, you end up winning

김 승 민 (Kim Seung-Min)

He's intently watching all your events from afar

Or so he thinks

He's somehow in all of the shots of every single one of your events

He's not hyperly (is that even a word??) cheering you on like Changbin

But he can be seen a few times silently cheering while balling his fists when you do well

Has been caught on camera, either by a fan or a cameraman, smiling and staring at you in awe as you compete

But if you ask him about it later he'll just shrug and go "Eh, you did okay."

Will deny everything if you show him all of the footage of him thinking that you did more than okay

양 정 인 (Yang Jeong-In)

If he sees you, he's running in the opposite direction

Number 1, he's trying to avoid a scandal

And number 2, he knows that if he's near you, he'll want to latch onto you or just hover near you

Especially if he did bad in an event

Like when he tripped during the relay race

Or didn't do too well during archery

Just being around you will cheer him up and he needs to be comforted

And you want to comfort him so bad, rumors be damned

One time he was actively talking to an idol from another group and saw you from the corner of his eye and just quickly excused himself and bolted

Don't worry, you comforted this shit out of him once the ISAC was over

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A, D, and I for sunghoon please <3

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

There will always be five minutes of pure silence between both of you after you've climaxed. He'll hold your body close, maybe run his fingers through your hair while you trace his beauty marks on his face. There's something so beautiful about the afterglow of sex that he's so mesmerized by you, and no words can express how he feels while looking at you. Sunghoon is not really a talker at all during aftercare. At best, his only words are short and sweet to make sure you're okay, but he makes up for it by running a mandatory bath for the both of you to sit and hold each other under the warm water. He helps to wash the sweat and cum off your skin and dries you off with a towel. Only laughs and giggles fill the air as he tucks you into the covers, and he likes to spoon you with your back to his chest, waiting until you are asleep before he closes his eyes. 🥺

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes it when you're as possessive of him as he is of you. I think he hides it pretty well just because he gets pretty shy when it comes to showing his true reaction. He'll entertain whoever flirts and hits on him at a party, his eyes noticing you from afar as you keep glancing his way, a very upsetting frown on your face. His heart would race when you finally decide to walk toward his direction, a smug smile on his face when you wrap your arms around his neck and go in between him and the person. You sweetly tell Sunghoon that you missed him even though you guys were only apart for a few minutes and immediately go to kiss him straight on the lips. Your tongue plunges itself into his mouth, openly French kissing him, loudly moaning into his wet mouth on purpose in front of the person. He wraps his hands around your waist, playing along and reciprocating the messy kiss, watching as the person scoffs and leaves.

Sunghoon fucking loves it. He finds it very hot and sexy when the first thing you do is show people who he belongs to, who fucking owns him and his body, and that will always be you.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

I think being with Sunghoon makes you feel like you have two boyfriends. One is the rough, dominant giver who can't stop calling you his little slut, his needy kitten, and his cum whore while he fucks the daylights out of you. He gives you the most eye-rolling orgasms while pinching and slapping your swollen clit. The other version of him is a big romantic softie that likes kissing each other and holding hands while softly rocking into your hips. Sunghoon will try to lowkey make it sweet, but when he's really in the mood, he'll profess his love to you with his whole face buried in your neck or hair. Just smelling you makes him crumble into a million pieces. Also, try not to poke fun at him about it. He's a big tsundere who doesn't want to admit what he did, so just hug him and tell him you love him too, and he'll melt into your embrace wordlessly.

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[stusbunker]

Spotless: Hook

Chapter Twelve

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Charlie, Meg, many more mentioned

Word Count: 2229

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining. BACKSTORY AHEAD, story takes place currently in Dec 2017, unbeta'd

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Dean took another sip of his coffee, the plastic lid as familiar a sensation against his lips as the warmth of the liquid flowing through it. Meg had rolled her eyes at his cup the second he arrived, but hadn’t voiced her precise annoyance about the chain coffee company, which Dean considered a small victory. They sat at a small table next to the booth where you and Charlie were camped out with your laptops and phones out, listening while you both worked. Dean appreciated the support and even supervision more than he would ever say. Especially when Meg started grilling him.

“Okay, fine, we won’t talk about ol’ blue eyes himself. Tell me about the new member of the band— Kevin Tran?”

“Kev is great— super smart and really bringing a new edge to the keys on our upcoming album,” Dean said, nodding, a small smirk on his lips because he knew Meg wanted more than that.

“And when should we expect to see this yet-to-be-named album?”

“If everything else goes as well as recording it did, it’s looking like a spring release,” Dean knew he sounded like a corporate stooge.

“You’re touring before the album is released, in this day and age that’s a bit naive, if not reckless,” Meg prodded.

“Well, we’ve got a lot of material to work with, besides, a lot of these folks are coming out to see the last album anyway,” Dean leveled his glare at her heart-shaped face, anticipating the dark glint in her big eyes.

Dean didn’t do interviews. He didn’t like stirring shit for public consumption. He would sit in a room and talk music with somebody, hell, anybody, all day long if he could. But being under the microscope was something he’d just learned to really do on himself, from Missouri. And once he’d cried in her office all those months ago, he knew he’d never get that wall back up. Wouldn’t really even bother rebuilding it because he now knew it was a prison, a self-inflicted cage. 

But this wasn’t therapy and Meg wasn’t Missouri.

Luckily, Dean could read her as well as she could read him. And he knew she was dangerous.

Meg took the bait, “so, the plan is to make up for all those shows that you canceled— all the fans you let down.”

Dean nodded. “If we can.”

“And what happens if you just disappoint them all over again?” Meg pressed.

Dean shook his head, “can’t think like that. We just go out there and do what we love and let the music speak for itself.”

“Yeah, but you’ve got to get on stage again. You’ve got to face them and show them you’ve still got it.”

Dean knew she was right, but he also knew a lot of things she didn’t. About hours in the studio and time spent one-on-one with each member of the band. About Kevin’s audition tapes and phone calls and hours of sitting in the den just letting the strings of his guitar knit pieces of himself back together. Confessions and penance might seem like trite concepts amongst musicians, people who do everything loudly for seemingly selfish purposes. But Dean had lived through it and he knew they were stronger for what they’d overcome. 

No one else was leaving.

“Once we’re up there, they won’t have to worry about that. Trust me,” Dean said and took the final sip from his coffee.

Meg quirked an eyebrow and watched him as the server brought them their entrees. She shifted her phone where it was openly recording their conversation and her tablet where she had jotted down notes that Dean pretended not to read about his posture and his “faux confidence”.

He took a bite out of his sandwich and waited for the next line of questioning, the next stage of battle.

She delicately nibbled at a fry as she continued to look for an opening. 

“Tell me about Bela, Dean. You two have created quite the stir online,” Meg was better than the obvious, so he knew she was trying to get him prickly. It was a diversion and they both knew it.

“What do you wanna know?” Dean didn’t act fazed, taking another obnoxiously large bite that would have earned him a bitchface from Sam.

“How’d you meet?”

Dean took his time chewing. Meg smirked, waiting oh-so-patiently.

“Mutual friend.”

“Fascinating.”

“Not really. Why? How do you usually meet people?”

“Tinder,” Meg replied quickly.

“Yeah, not really my scene.” Dean had never even installed the app, or any hookup app, though he knew people used them as often as they used Uber. 

“But you seem to hit the jackpot all on your own. Didn’t you? She’s gorgeous,” Meg was really trying for something, Dean couldn’t say what though.

“She’s a lot more than that, but yeah, I am pretty lucky,” Dean wasn’t selling Bela out, no matter how much this she-demon wanted him to.

“Don’t sell yourself short there, Dean-o. I mean she’s a D-list celebrity no one even remembered until she showed up with you on her arm. She seems to be making out well in this scenario as well,” Meg goaded.

Dean huffed and took another bite.

“Not going to deny that one, huh?”

Dean swallowed and wiped the mayonnaise off his mouth. “No, wasn’t going to validate it with a response. But obviously you play dirty. Look, if I cared about any of that crap I would be with some Botox’d bimbo who uses followers as a way to justify their existence. Or to sell something. Bela’s not like that, she cares about people. And she really has no use for any sort of celebrity ranking system.”

“You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself as much as me,” Meg batted back.

“Whatever, lady, believe me or not, but say what you want about me. She doesn’t deserve your bullshit,” Dean growled. He could feel you inching towards him from your perch on the booth's bench, you were his back up, but he really didn’t want it to come to that.

“Fine,” Meg snipped. “What does she even see in you, Dean?”

Dean sighed and looked around the diner before putting back on his company smile. “You’d have to ask her yourself.”

That lit her up. “Maybe I will.”

Dean shrugged and started in on the second half of his lunch. “Go for it.”

They ate in silence for a few minutes. Dean knew he’d won that round, especially when he heard Charlie and you start up your own separate conversation.

 Meg scrolled through her tablet, while Dean continued to eat. It wasn’t the worst forced socialization he’d lived through, but it wasn’t over yet.

“Look, I was hoping we’d come to this topic more organically, but you are surprisingly stubborn, so I’m just going to put this out there: who is Cain Charles?” Meg swung for the fences.

Dean swallowed and then looked at Charlie, praying she’d look up from her laptop and reassure him. He wouldn’t look at you, that would be too much of a giveaway.

“He owns a chain of boxing gyms in Vegas,” Dean went with the more palatable answer.

“And?”

“And nothing.”

“Dean. I can’t do anything with what you’ve given me so far. Your publicist wants me to write a puff piece about all of your progress since your very public meltdown on your last tour. And frankly all of this smells like a very blatant cover up. I know you spent all of your free time at those gyms for almost an entire year. I know that you lost a bandmate in the middle of an otherwise successful tour. And I know you are not the squeaky clean arm candy to one of LA’s biggest philanthropists. So, tell me, one former piece of trailer trash to another. Who is Cain Charles to you?”

Dean wanted to get up and leave. He wanted to stuff Meg’s uneaten tuna melt into her smug face and tell her to get a real job. But mostly, he wished he had never agreed to this stupid deal with the label and just be a fucking musician like he was born to be. But he had made his bed, now he had to lie in it and let Meg dissect the pattern of the comforter and psychoanalyze the amount of pillows he clung to.

“You are seriously deranged, I hope you know that.”

“Takes one to know one,” Meg purred.

Dean couldn’t open that chapter of his life without it all coming out to hurt everyone in his orbit, Sam, the band, hell, even you. Everyone knew Cain was the start of Dean’s descent into that dark, rage filled hole, but they didn’t know everything. No one did, unless he told them.

Even Meg wasn’t that good.

“He tried to recruit me to do some celebrity bouts for charity, but I turned him down. I liked his facilities, but I didn’t want to ruin my pretty face, especially not on PayPerView.”

“You box?”

“It’s a good workout, plus it comes pretty naturally to us that had to fight for what we have.”

“Rough childhood, Dean?”

“Takes one to know one,” Dean tossed back at her.

Meg straightened in her chair. “Your dad was also a musician.”

“Is. He’s not dead.”

“That’s right, he lives in Nebraska. Big rock scene out in the plains, then?”

“Dad is more of a blues guy, but he doesn’t tour anymore.”

“He’s got two successful sons taking care of him, makes sense.”

Dean chuckled darkly. “He’s got a nine-to-five, smart ass. And a wife and another son to worry about. Sometimes you’ve got to settle down.”

“But he didn’t do that until you were already in high school, did he?”

“So?”

“So, must have been hard having him gone so much.”

“It’s the life, and it couldn’t have been so bad—- me and Sammy both followed in his footsteps.”

Meg finally took a bite of her lunch. “Yeah, but you don’t have kids, right?”

Dean shook his head. “Nope.”

“Do you want them?”

Dean put his soda down and balked. “I don’t know! What the hell kind of question is that?”

“Normal conversation, man, calm down,” Meg said out of the side of her very full mouth.

Dean rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink, lamenting running out of coffee already. He was going to have to make Charlie stop for another round before he and Sam hit the road.

“So, what, Daddy Winchester just decided one day that he liked the white picket fence more than the open road?”

Dean glared at the reporter, because she knew precisely why John stopped touring, but she was going to make Dean say it anyway.

“You really are a sadist aren’t you?”

Meg nodded. “It’s a gift.”

Dean crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair. “Mom died in 97, Dad had to hang up his ax.”

“So the wife and son?”

“He got remarried,” Dean said flatly.

“Yeah, but that wasn’t until—what? 2004? Kid’s pushing twenty.”

“You leave Adam out of this.”

“Just saying, if my dad came home with a side piece and her brat out of nowhere. I wouldn’t stick around to watch them play happy family.”

“It wasn’t like that— we were always gonna play together. Sam and me have been playing since before we could read. It’s in our blood. It’s not just some great escape or whatever story you’re trying to spin—- Besides, if you had really done your research, you would have known the band formed in 2000.”

“Oh, I know. You, Cas who-shall-not-be-named, Lee, and Sammy all were really hardcore back then.” Meg turned her tablet around to show him a picture taken at the Roadhouse, all of them were drenched in sweat from their set. He remembered that night, Ellen had let them play as long as they were out by ten so she would still get some regular bar business after the underage audience went home.

Cas on drums had never felt right, but it was another two years before Pam found them. Dean couldn’t stop staring at the kids they used to be.

“Missing the old days, huh?” Meg teased.

“Nah, but it’s fun to look back,” Dean admitted.

“Would the rest of the band agree?”

Dean frowned and really considered the question. Pam, obviously, ran things now. No matter how hard Dean fought to be the leader, if she wasn’t on board, it wasn’t happening. But that was a good thing, she kept him honest, kept them all honest. Sam seemed to like Kevin, even if he missed Cas almost as much as Dean did. And Lee, well, he just wanted to play. He’d be in a dive bar on every open mic night if Bobby’d let him. 

“Yeah, we’ve come a long way from coffee shops and YMCAs. I think they’re all happy with what we’re doing now. This album wouldn’t have worked if everybody wasn’t one hundred percent in it.”

Dean looked up to see Meg looking at him like he was missing something obvious.

“What?”

“I think that was the first question where you were completely honest with me all day.”

Dean rolled his eyes and stole a fry off her plate, chomping down he asked, “what else you got?”

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Chapter 13: Canto

[reduxulousoctopus]

Okay, have just finished Courage and now I feel like I gotta write my review of "the Morpherine episode" lol

Before we get into it, I have to say I'm a bit disappointed by the Sentinel plot after what happened during the finale of season one.

To recap, it turns out that the Sentinels are abducting world leaders because their programming told them to defend humans from mutants, but because "mutants ARE humans," Mastermold interpreted that to means their mission is actually to defend humans from themselves by taking control of the world. Brilliant way to resolve that arc, and a clever subversion of both the human bigotry that created them AND Xavier's/the X-Men's mission to promote equality between humans and mutants (because the Sentinels are still their enemies even while technically agreeing with them).

So having the Sentinels, especially Mastermold, just be generic mutant-hunting robots again is a let-down, especially without any explanation. They could have kept the Sentinels as the villains for this episode without ignoring all that, y'know? Ah, well. More superficially, they also changed the voice of the Sentinels for some reason? They just sound like guys now, it's weird.

Alright, that's enough of the actually respectable media analysis, let's get into what we're really here for:

While I didn't notice any bombshell lines like "Or maybe it's love you're missing?" in this episode, there were plenty of cute moments. For the most part, nothing they do really steps outside the bounds of best-friendship. For example, Logan is the only one who hugs Morph to welcome them back, but that's not particularly suggestive of anything besides a confirmation that the two of them are closer to each other than they are to the other X-Men.

That said, as soon as Wolverine and Morph are alone, there's a moment where they're both watching some drone footage of the factory they're going to investigate--or, at least, they're supposed to be watching the footage. Instead, the two of them keep staring at each other, then quickly glancing back at the screen as soon as they notice the other one looking. It's like they both know they should be focused on the mission, but all they can think about is each other and the fact that they're finally back together after so much time apart. Or they understand each other so well and have that kind of chemistry where they can have an entire silent conversation just by looking at each other.

There's also some dialogue during their mission together which could be interpreted as slightly flirtatious:

Wolverine: "Still haven't lost your touch, I see." Morph: "Just like riding a bicycle."//"Looks like you haven't lost your touch, either. [laughter]"

It's wild that Wolverine--the jackass who once loudly demanded "Yeah, who? No deserters in this crowd!" after Cyclops tried to subtly explain that some mutants (Rogue) might want to be "cured" (Rogue) and live a normal life (Rogue) because their powers cause them so much pain and isolation (Rogue Rogue he's talking about Rogue she's literally sitting right next to you, catch a fucking hint!), and made fun of Gambit for reacting with alarm at the sight of a (deactivated) Sentinel--is so openly concerned for Morph's emotional well-being after realizing that Sentinels are involved. Like at one point Cyclops even has to step in like "the Professor's just been abducted by giant robots can you shut the fuck up about Morph's feelings for one second???"

We get yet another scene of Logan reacting to Morph's scent, this time as a direct parallel to the one in 'Till Death Do Us Part when he first realizes that Morph's still alive. There's something so weirdly intimate about Logan being able to identity people by scent, considering how closely smells are tied to memories and emotions. Add the fact that Morph's shapeshifting powers can change everything except their scent, so that means Logan can always recognize them no matter what they look or sound like-- it's so good. And the writers must have agreed, because they put in more scenes of Logan tracking or recognizing Morph by their scent than anyone else (at least at this point in the series, we'll see if anyone catches up).

When Morph does their usual shtick, Logan's right there grinning from ear to ear like a doofus. Sir calm down, you're one step away from giggling and twirling your hair around your finger. This is kicking your feet in bed writing "Mx. Morph Howlett" in your dairy type behavior, stoooooop.

Wolverine calls Morph "kid" a couple times this episode, the flip-side of Morph calling him "old man" in Whatever It Takes. Morph also calls him "big guy," which is cute.

Speaking of names, I think this is the first episode where Morph calls him Logan instead of Wolverine. While crying, too, which-- how dare you?? Like yeah, a moment of intense emotion is exactly the correct time to have one character switch to using a more personal name for another character, but also it hurts my feelings so stop it. Look at Wolverine's face, show-writers, you made him sad too.

Morph's very pretty brown eyes get a lot of focus and close-ups in this episode. I wonder if Logan misses seeing them more often now that Morph's going for the inhuman blank-eyed look in '97.

Not relevant, but I have to mention how much I love Wolverine's line-read of "keep your shirt on, puh-rettay boyuh." lol I don't think that's a Canadian accent Mr. Dodd but I do appreciate it thanks. Bringing it back on topic though, at the end, the heartbroken delivery of "Morph, wait!" when Morph takes off to go back to Muir Island is so freaking sad. His voice even breaks a little on the word "wait". He tried so hard to bring Morph home was so happy to finally have them back only to to lose them again and I

So anyway. Yeah. The hype is real. I was disappointed by the Sentinel plot, but that isn't really the focus of the episode. Despite my complaints, the time they could have spent explaining why the Sentinels are back to hunting mutants would have cut down on the exploration of Morph's character, their terribly-timed attempt to return to active duty, and their relationship with Wolverine.

And although nothing explicitly "shippy" happened between them in this episode, Whatever It Takes already established (in my opinion) that there was something not-platonic going on between them before Morph's supposed death (whether they were in a romantic relationship, friends with benefits who caught feelings, had a mutual attraction they never acted on, etc).

With that context, I think their interactions in this episode could be seen as an example of what they're like as a couple. We get to see their dynamic, how they banter, what names they call each other, an example of something that they argue about (Morph feels like they're being babied by Logan's over-protectiveness), an indication of how sentimental/outwardly affectionate they are (Morph mockingly asks if Wolverine's "going to get all mushy on me" and Wolverine answers "I don't get mushy"-- you know, like a liar), and so on.

I'll probably have more to say about this episode later but I've literally been up all night and need to go to bed before I pass out at my desk lol

[jankwritten]

I’ve been thinking a lot about what a Hazel and Jason friendship would look like.

Hazel tentatively reaching out after finally understanding that Jason isn’t everything she built him up to be in her head, influenced both by Nico and by what she actually observed of Jason herself

Jason assumes she just wants tips on leadership or maybe how to fight better, so he obliged by offering to train with her

Hazel expects Jason to go easy on her like Percy and Annabeth and Piper do, but instead she gets taken down within a few minutes and has Jason ruthlessly pointing out what things she could improve on.

(Cue: Hazel finally having an opponent who doesn’t underestimate her. Hazel who finally feels like she has somebody she can spar against who will help and not just let her win because she’s young and small. Hazel who finally gets why Nico spends so much time talking about how kind and helpful Jason is, even if what she’s seeing isn’t necessarily kind.)

Jason starts hanging out with Hazel outside of sparring but in other groups, like with Piper, or Nico. He learns that she loves dancing and horses and likes to test the hardness of a stone against her fingernails, likes to collect shiny non-precious things just like Nico does, likes to swear loudly whenever possible as if she’s doing it to purposely piss people off.

Hazel asks Jason if he wants to go hang out one day after the Argo quest is over, maybe go to some museum in NYC that she’s heard Percy talk about, or find metaphysical shops to walk through (I HC that Hazel really loves modern mortal interpretations of magic and that she’s fascinated by the ways mortals accidentally connect to the gods etc.) and Jason assumes she means with someone else and agrees, only to find out they’re going alone.

Jason panicking for a moment about potential misinterpretations, once he realizes, and stammering out some garbled thing about how he really likes her but not like that because ofc all he’s known so far is that being alone with a girl = someone will assume romantic intent. Hazel openly laughs in his face and rather boldly states that she KNOWS Jason is in love with her brother.

Hazel, eventually, being the first person Jason feels safe coming out to. Jason, in return, being the first person Hazel feels safe to talk about being asexual with. The two of them discussing their feelings more and more often while exploring new places together, like Hazel talking about how she did so much researching into queer history and labels when she first found out Nico is gay, Jason telling her that he still doesn’t feel like Thalia is his sister as if he might not be the same Jason Grace she remembers, the two of them coming to terms with being on the aromantic spectrum together.

Jason talking Hazel out of joining the Hunters when she’s having a very very bad day. Hazel stopping Jason from disappearing back out into the mortal world to finish school without first giving his other friends a chance to have input.

(Hazel and Jason inadvertently saving each other’s lives by tweaking fate, thus making their friendship literally woven into their lives forever indisputably. Hades/Pluto patting Jason on the back and telling him thank you with no context or clarification the next time they meet. Hera/Juno, tight lipped and silent, offering Hazel some kind of gift or blessing the next time she returns to New Rome. Hazel and Jason laughing it off when they tell each other because wow, their godly parents are weird as hell.)

[inkher0]

How does Ticcimask work in your story? I don't know if you've talked about it before, or if you're tired of this question, I just wanted to ask due to how there are so many conflicting depictions of the ship.

Depends on what you mean? If you're referring to their ages, Origin is about Tim as a teenager. It'd be weird if it was Marble Hornets, Red Flannel Tim dating 15 year old Toby (STARES LOUDLY), but this is a prequel to MH, and they're roughly the same age. The love-hate dynamic that people associate with Ticcimask works better when they're the same age, imho, and that's always been how I've seen the ship. They're rivals to each other, rather than an adult bullying a child because he's Kind Of Annoying (and mentally disabled, which. Yikes).

In Origin, they're both obsessed with each other, but for completely different reasons, and those reasons change over the narrative as their ideologies shift.

In Tim's eyes, Toby is this captivating, all consuming flame. Toby doesn't languish over what's right and wrong, what makes him a "good boy" or a "bad boy"- he does as he pleases, and demands everyone witness it. He spits in The Operator's face and openly questions the nature of their rearing and their orders, even though that hurts his standing. Though that usually pisses him off, he can't help but find it a bit admirable. Toby is very compelling to Tim, in all aspects, and he can't help but want him around even though he finds him so antagonistic. Toby understands Tim's anger at the world, and- most importantly- he validates it through his actions and reactions. At the same time, though, he challenges Tim intellectually, which very few people do. Kate tells him "don't do bad things", but Toby asks him "why?"

When it comes to how Toby sees Tim... I fear saying too much. I kind of want it to be something you interpret yourself. But I'll say that for however intense Tim views Toby, Toby views Tim three times as intensely. Like, don't ever read Toby's mind when he's thinking about Tim, you will feel compelled to Call Someone (therapist, doctor, a priest, or all three). It's very hard to describe how Toby sees Tim without using some very heavy-handed biblical imagery, because from the start, Toby has seen Tim through the lens of believing The Operator is God. You can infer from there how he might see Tim- sometimes as a messiah, sometimes as Satan, and sometimes as both simultaneously. He wants to be close to that light, but he knows in his gut that there's something deeply Wrong about it.

Despite how they are obviously Aware of each other's dangerous faults and how badly things could go, they still choose to rely on each other. Simply because that, despite everything I said above, they get along horrifically well. When they agree on something, that thing is done with brutal efficiency. They are The Operator's Boys, and they're both his Best of The Best. They complete each other in the worst possible way- they're dangerous for each other, but deadly for everyone else. If things go according to The Operator's plan, they will be exactly as Toby fantasizes: Literal Kings, sitting atop a throne of bodies and ruling the humans on Earth like apex predators.

The thing is... is that really what they want? And are they willing to do what it takes to achieve that?

[ineffably-human]

Canon! Queer!! Slow-burn!!!

Okay, but I think we can call it text now, right? Said-out-loud, have-this-on-your-radar text? 'These people are canon queer and have strong feelings for each other, and this is the most important aspect of both their plots' text?!

Nandor suspects Guillermo would be jealous of him getting married .

Guillermo confirms that he knows everyone, including the documentary crew, is thinking that. But because things are going well for him in that department as well he's over it, he's totally moved on from his canon textual feelings he acknowledges having.

Guillermo's entire face and voice journey lingering on Nandor having male wives that seems part "you were openly queer even when you were alive?" and part "nice to know THAT was never the problem." (He assumes it's a woman when first asked to be the best man, too, I think he genuinely didn't know Nandor would have considered a man as relationship material.)

Nandor getting a casual offer to join Laszlo and Nadja in sex, specifically to fuck Laszlo. Nandor being actively hornier with the male-presenting people during the whole wife montage. Leering at the guy he's wrestling with. Planning coffin sex with the other dude. Slapping the third guy's ass. 'Nandor's true love could be a man' we are loudly told over and over and OVER again.

"I'm cool with you getting married, I really am." "Oh good, I'm so glad you are cool with it." Nailed it, both of you.

The sheer married couple energy they have in basically everything.

"I already found love," hard cut to Guillermo's face before it goes to the portrait.

Like we are not getting a story of a man trying to find a relationship. He finds the relationship right away by ruling everyone else out, and then shows no interest in who it actually is.

The story is of a man who is deeply lonely but afraid to be challenged or vulnerable, even when both of those things are happening with the most important person in his life - who he loves anyway. Right as that person is getting more honest, and more in touch with himself as a sexual being, and might also be pulling away forever.

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They sure as fuck aren't desexualizing Guillermo in this process. The robe, the stubble, denying he's a eunuch, the Guide having vivid horny fantasies. (As Laszlo, who needs some sensitivity training, talks about seducing a vampire? a vampire woman? being 'every young man's dream'. Guillermo's never said he's queer out loud, and it shows.)

Man, we sure did establish what a HUGE taboo it is for a vampire to fuck a vampire slayer. With lifelong punishments and/or memory-wiping consequences. (I wonder if the Guide fucked someone we're gonna meet later...)

Guillermo imprinting on Colin as a fellow latchkey kid, and wanting desperately to protect him. We already have such a strong sense of what his deal is with his family.

"I would have to know when your mother's birthday is and the things that you do." How Nandor looks guilty at that, but also how much it says about Guillermo being guarded. Nandor never asks, but does Guillermo ever try and tell? Did he try once, back when Nandor didn't care?

Guillermo is so barefaced honest about the things he needs and feels, in that basement scene with Nandor and baby Colin. Nandor not only hears him out, Guillermo tells him because this time Nandor did ask.

And when Guillermo says these things out loud? Colin falls asleep. I wonder if energy vampires only work in boredom or sadness. Maybe they can even respond to positive kinds of communication...

[twistmusings]

can i req face sitting w the afab dorm leaders

Face Sitting with the AFAB Dorm Leaders

CW: NSFW, the dorm leaders are trans (afab), use of the word "pussy"and "clit" in reference to anatomy, mentions of dom/sub (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Vil), mild hair pulling (Riddle, Leona), very light degradation (Leona), cross dressing (Idia), use of restraints (Malleus).

Note: All characters are depicted as being in their mid-to-late twenties.

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is hesitant to agree initially because he is afraid of hurting his partner's neck with his full weight.

He will agree eventually as long as they swear to him that they will signal to him immediately if they are in pain or can't breathe.

He gets surprisingly shy about it. He's pretty comfortable in his own body, but something about them being shoved face-first against his pussy... He's just a little nervous that he'll smell or taste bad or manage to embarrass himself.

They're both watching each other, them eyeing the way Riddle has his hands clenched into the sheets and blocking their view between his legs and Riddle watching them as they settle back into position. They both seem to wait for a moment for the other to make the first move.

"Are you ready?"

Riddle doesn't answer verbally, instead crawling toward them, only stopping once he's thrown a leg over them and is straddling their chest. Their hands find his skin without prompting, warm against his sides but waiting patiently.

"What's the signal if you need me to stop?"

They smile, tapping three times against his sides, and it's all the confirmation he needs. Riddle takes a deep breath in to prepare himself.

He goes one leg at a time, his knee resting against the pillows next to their head as he shuffles higher. He places his hands against the wall to help steady himself over them. Another breath, and then he lowers himself slowly.

It feels strange, setting his weight down against their face. Their hands trace up along the length of his thighs, pulling ever so gently as they reach his ass, encouraging.

The first lap of their tongue against his folds surprises a gasp out of him, and his hips jerk against their mouth and they suck. They groan like they're the one who's currently got an unbelievably hot mouth wrapped around them and trying to suck the soul out of them. Any reservations Riddle had about his weight drain out of him in that instant, and he slumps fully down against them as his legs go slack from pleasure.

He doesn't even realize he's just sworn loudly until he feels them laugh against him and their hands trace further up his sides.

They twist their head, nosing against him, and Riddle flushes as he feels their face slide against him wetly. He doesn't have time to linger on it though, as he feels their tongue dip into him as deeply as they can get it to go.

It really shouldn't be that hot to be able to feel their entire face pressed against his pussy, but they're lapping at him like they're desperate. Something burns hot in his guts watching the way their eyes flutter and they whine submissively when he grinds his hips forward against their face.

It's so much. Riddle can already feel himself getting close.

Riddle moans openly, hands tangling in their hair and pulling as he ruts his hips unsteadily against their tongue and mouth and nose. It's sudden when it does hit him, and his voice goes hoarse as he tosses his head back and shudders into his orgasm. There's a wet gush that he's too lost in the waves of pleasure rolling through him to notice until he lifts his overstimulated pussy away from their mouth and sees the evidence on their face.

Fuck... Riddle is going to have to make a note of this one for later. He definitely wants to do this again.

Leona Kingscholar

He thought they'd never ask. Leona loves to be in control while doing the least amount of work, so needless to say he's quite excited by the prospect.

The idea really turns him on, and he will shiver a bit if they ask the prince to sit on his throne.

If they will let him, he will sit there on their tongue and cum over and over for upwards of an hour. He loves the feeling of a mouth on him because it's just perfect for him to chain together orgasms without getting overstimulated.

Leona's tongue runs across his lips, a hand tangled in their hair and holding them back from tasting his pussy again. Their face is wet with him, and their pupils are dilated wide and watching him intently, flickering between his face and his pussy like they can't decide which is more important to focus on at the moment.

They squirm underneath him. So impatient.

"You're insatiable, aren't you?" They nod. He laughs and dips a hand between their legs, all teasing pressure. "Think you can cum from letting your prince ride your face, herbivore?"

They squirm again and moan, and Leona removes his hand entirely, instead urging them forward again by the back of their neck. The tumble forward, clumsily, face pressed against the soft mound of flesh just above his clit.

"Use your words." He scolds.

"Yessir... Please... Please your highness."

"Good." Leona purrs, giving another tug of their head. "Now suck."

And they do. Leona immediately grinds his clit forward against their lips. They're probably going to be bitching about having a kink in their neck after thanks to this angle, but Leona can't quite find it in him to care as he puts more of that weight and pressure onto the tip of their tongue.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul also hesitates at first. He knows he's not big, after all he sort of fixates on his figure and keeping slim, but it still can't be good for their neck for him to put his full weight on their body.

He will eventually agree to it, but he needs time to weight the risks against the rewards. Also to parse why that would even be... something they want. He doesn't quite get it when they ask for it, but he does want to do it if it will make them happy.

Well, rather, he didn't get it, but once he sees their head between his legs it does something fantastic for his confidence, and it makes him feel in control in such a good way.

Azul holds them away from him, breathing shakily as he tries to pull himself back from the edge of orgasm for the third time. They are whining, and in response he pets along their jawline softly. When he looks down at them, they're looking resolutely between his legs and licking at their lips like they're hungry.

"Azul..." They pant, again licking at the wetness that clings to their lips. Must they make this so hard?

"Patience." He chides gently. His legs are shaking so hard but he's not ready to cum. Not yet. He wants to watch them and see the desperation with which they want him for a while longer. They look so good with their attention entirely focused on him. He lifts his thumb, swiping it through some of the stickiness on their cheek and bringing to their lips. They don't hesitate, taking it into their mouth obediently, eyes fluttering like he'd just rewarded them. "You'll be between my legs again soon enough. I want to savor this a little longer."

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is a pretty sexually liberated dude, but when they asked him that he actually spluttered, taken entirely off guard. He goes bright red and struggles to figure out what he's trying to say.

He finds the idea that they want to have him sit on their face indescribably hot.

Kalim's voice is hoarse. He shivers violently under their hands where they're holding him by the hips and thighs to pull him back down onto their tongue. He's lost count of how many times he's cum like this, with their tongue pressed deep into him or circling his clit with pressure that sends electric tingles up his spine.

He feels another wave rising in him and his fingers scrabble weakly against their scalp, trying to warn them.

"I... fuck... fuck!" Kalim wails, hurtling over that precipice again. His legs are like Jelly, and they're the only thing still holding him up. He can't even move himself away from their tongue to stop the aftershocks of pleasure as they lap at the cum leaking from him.

They huff against his core, taking a last broad lap before pulling their face back and grinning up at him. Despite his breath heaving and his limbs shaking, he pets his hands through their hair affectionately. He returns the broad grin weakly, laughing quietly.

"I don't think I can stand up yet..." He admits.

Vil Schoenheit

His reaction really depends on how good you are at reading his tells. He will try not to let it show on his face, but the idea gets him really, really hot and bothered.

He will agree, but won't really expand much unless they press him to talk about why it interests him.

Truth be told... he is a thigh man himself and just the idea of seeing his own thighs wrapped around their head and pulling them flush against his pussy just does something to him.

"Is this what you want?" Vil purrs, rolling his hips fluidly and grinding his pussy against their mouth and nose. He revels in their shudder and moan against him. Cute, but not enough. If they want him to give them this, they're going to have to make him feel like royalty properly. He lifts his hips away from them, out of the range that they can lean forward to try and follow him. They flop their head back against the bedsheets and look up at him like they want to weep. "Use your words."

"Please, Vil. Please, I want to taste you."

He smiles down at them, which is in sharp contrast to the way he uses his knee to press against their chest and hold them down.

"You can do better than that. Tell me exactly what you want."

"I want... I want to feel you clench my head between your thighs while I make you cum, sir."

"Good." He hums, moving his knee back to straddle their face. He doesn't let them speak any further, lowering himself down onto their face and muffling anything else that they were planning to say.

Idia Shroud

When they first ask him, he damn near has a coronary. Even if he thinks they're his favorite person on the planet and he's extremely comfortable with them, he's not sure he will ever get used to them just asking him to try new things in the bedroom.

He is definitely down, but it's going to take him a while to manage to spit that out. It's fucking hot to think about them wanting him to sit on their face.

He actually has a few things of his own that he would like to add...

Idia huffs, body heaving forward. He barely catches himself with his hands on the sheets as they suck wetly around his clit. His hair is nearly baby pink to its roots, and he squirms against them.

As if to scold him, they slide their hands up on either side of his thighs and snap the elastic of his panties against the sides of his hips. He'd gotten so used to them lapping at him through them that now that he can feel the heat of their mouth against his clit it's really starting to drive him insane. His hips twitch away from the feeling but they don't give him any leeway, following him stubbornly and tugging his body against them again with a rough tug. It makes his legs slip and he slumps forward against their tongue with more pressure.

He's humiliated at the sound that he makes, loud and high, but with the intense waves of pleasure that are radiating from his core he can't focus on it for long.

He blinks down between his legs, eyes wet at the edges with overwhelmed tears and he can see the faint outline of the movement of their head underneath his skirt. It makes his head spin, remembering the scenario of him being a maid getting paid in a sexual favor, and he involuntarily grinds against their face when he bucks his hips.

Something tells him he's in for a long night.

Malleus Draconia

He is definitely is worried about hurting them. He has a hard time controlling his own strength and he would be very hesitant to say yes because he's worried he will accidentally hurt them by squeezing their head too hard. Or, worse, actually suffocate them against his pussy.

There is some agreements to what has to be done for him to feel okay with doing it-- namely he wants to have his legs bound apart so that he cannot clamp them around their head.

Malleus' tongue traces his lips as he watches them shimmy their way between his legs and smile up at him. They look good, but it would be a lie to say he wasn't still a little nervous. He flexes his legs slightly, testing the strength of the ties that hold his legs apart, and finding them satisfactory he nods down at them.

They gently pat his thighs, urging him to lower himself down when he's ready. He adores them for it, and he doesn't want to disappoint so he slowly lowers himself down against them.

He doesn't put much pressure on them to start with, just enough that he can feel the brush of their nose against him and the breath they exhale now seeing him so close. He pauses, second guessing if he should actually put his weight on them.

They seem to notice his hesitance, as they dart their tongue out and lap a stripe along him. The heat of their tongue shocks him-- makes him feel like squirming his hips but he resists the urge. Their hands are still on his thighs, stroking along them and giving a small, encouraging pull.

He inhales, bracing himself, and then lowering himself the rest of the way down onto their face. He feels the vibration of the pleased hum they let out all the way to his core, and it feels like there's the start of an alcohol fire in his guts with the way it sears through him.

Their tongue must be magic. He swears it, as he feels them roll it over his clit in a way that feels like it shocks him. It shakes a noise out of him, and if he was any less comfortable with them, he would probably be a little ashamed of it.

"Mm, Malleus." They groan against him, and it makes his stomach fill with butterflies. They sound so satiated to be lapping at him like this, and it turns that fire into an inferno. Oh, this is better than he thought it would be. He catches the way that they glance up at him, intense and focused solely on him, and he thinks he might fall a little more in love.

[halforcdad]

I love Kate and Lucy dynamics like Kate’s meticulously organized calendar vs Lucy’s penchant for choosing random dates to celebrate. (Kate now has a maddening 5 separate entries for their anniversary). Lucy’s love of junk food and pizza vs Kate’s determination to try every new health food trend. (Lucy pretended to like fake mushroom coffee for one entire week,, she’s the best girlfriend ever)

i couldnt agree more! kate and lucy are a nice, easy example of opposites attract that make them easy to get behind. and yas and tori play off their dynamic/chemistry so well its a treat to watch

theres so many differences about them like kate's very by the book vs. lucy circumventing the rules to solve a case, kate being more introverted/worried about appearances (whether this is from noah trauma or not) vs. lucy living more openly and loudly, and (spoilers if you havent seen the promo pics) lucy traveling light while kate has 1000 bags

and more obviously, kate's tall, blonde, white vs. lucy's short, brunette, and brown (also lucy's parents being immigrants)

theres a lot of similarities there too like how they both love how smart and witty the other is (one of the things i love most about them) and at the end of the day they want validation (whether that comes from curtis or tennant or each other) and to be proud of their successes. they both have a lot of heart and want nothing more than to help people (kate rushing in because she thought andrea medina was a hostage, pushing through a head injury to look for the escaped fugitive and tennant, lucy going out of her way to help the witness in 1x02, her and the team pushing forward with the kayla barlow case even though they'd been shut down and even whistler eventually helping out etc.) even when they were at odds they were still fighting for the same things. its part of how opposites attract works so well right? that at their core they want and value the same things. i think thats maybe a little bit why lucy was so worried about not working together and growing apart (aside from the fact that she was spiraling).

that shared drive and passion make them a lethal team. their similarities bind them together, but their differences really do bring out the best in each other and make up for what the other lacks. and theyre gradually starting to understand, learn from, and adapt to one another. and it all culminates in them bouncing off each other and working so well together!

[busyfish]

i am so lucky

having Camille in my life is honestly the biggest blessing

we have so much fun together

this week has been amazing.

we did sweaty grindy stuff but we also just messed around a lot and laughed and had fun together.

i love that we're both able to trust each other enough to just be dumb and silly together.

i am really happy and proud of them too for feeling like they don't have to mask with me.

And i have noticed them just being more themselves in general too, and i love it

They're such an amazing and just genuine person

i love them so much for just how they are.

It does feel amazing though how much they just openly and loudly love me.

People on our server know we're a couple and if we're ever seen alone in the city people are like "where's your other half"

we joked a bit about being the guild power couple because they're top DPS and i am our top healer but people have literally called us that now

this whole thing feels like literally a dream, the perfect scenario.

i have this person now, my silly little guy, that just wants me around all the time.

They compliment me a lot and praises me a lot.

They hype me up and soothe my fears and anxiety too.

i am trying my best every day to make sure they know how much i appreciate them and how much i feel for them.

i feel like i used to be bad at showing affection. it's hard to do.

But for them, it comes easy to me.

They notice the little things, so even if i cannot be loud with my affection, they notice i am doing little things.

My heart just swells thinking about them.

We have something really special and i am so happy that agree with me.

i was really scared when this first started because i didn't know what i was doing and i wasn't sure if they would feel the same and all that stuff

But we talk a lot and we know what each other is thinking and we know what we want from each other and it just works.

i am not scared anymore

i feel really confident and comfortable

they make me feel safe and like i can talk to them about anything

they also just make me feel so wanted.

i know words are hard for them but they try really hard.

they told me they wanted me, wanted to make this work with me, they pursued me.

i don't feel like it's a one sided or "i definitely like them more than they like me" situation

we love each other so much.

i am just really lucky.

i told them i write about them a lot.

they think it's sweet.

It feels nice to write about them a bit after they fall asleep.

it's nice to think about them in peace and resting and just going over the day in my mind and appreciate the opportunity i had today to grow our relationship more, grow closer, and just have such a wonderful day together.

i should sleep now.

i am just happy and wanted to keep writing happy things.

i know some people think i am a really negative person. And i was.

But i am hopeful now.

i feel like i have something really special now and i want to keep it safe

So i want to be positive.

i feel comfortable and safe giving myself to someone.

i never thought i would feel that way.

i really trust them to be very careful with me.

That kind of gives me the inspiration to feel like there's good in the world

Goodnight

[dairogo]

5 for the Hughes, 42 for Royai, and 35 for Fuery/Sheska!

Oh, the Hughes! :') 5. Do they argue often? If so, what do they argue about?

Not often, but just because Maes mooned over Gracia and Elysia constantly doesn't mean everything was perfect at home! When Maes lashed out it was big, loud, emotional responses. He tried to keep Gracia separate from Ishval - he never wanted her to be tainted by the life he and other soldiers led there - and so once (hc) when she cleaned a drawer where he'd hidden some of his correspondence with a war buddy, he blew up at her in a major way. It was verbal not physical, but very much like a feral animal trying to protect itself (he doesn't want her to see any of that), and Gracia backed off at the time but afterwards they had Big Words together about his behaviour.

When Gracia argued with him, it was just like scolding a puppy. ("Maes, calm down - my sister's wedding isn't the right place to talk about how amazing our wedding was in comparison.") She spoke calmly and clearly - and most of the time she was right and he had to back down about the situation, but sometimes she'd start scolding him and Maes knew he was in the right. He'd just persist in his argument until Gracia realised how ridiculous she was being, and she'd get pretty embarrassed. And Maes thought that was really cute. He liked arguing with her when she was wrong - but when he was wrong, it crushed him (very momentarily) to have disappointed her.

Then for Royai, 42. What’s their relationship like with each other’s friends/families?

Well, we've seen Roy interact with all of Riza's family, lol, so briefly about that: Master Hawkeye and General Grumman both look/looked on Roy in the same way - wanting to further their own obsession through him. No wonder H and G didn't get along - they're both so ambitious they wouldn't have been able to compromise for each other.

For a long time, Riza's relationship with Chris Mustang is mutual respect from a distance. Riza is actually really intimidated by Chris - the idea of touching on Roy's personal life strongly enough to meet his family feels forbidden in and of itself, but Riza's scared to face the woman who brought up that idealistic boy when Riza was the one to put a weapon of mass destruction into his hands. She's ashamed.

From Chris' perspective, Roy and Riza are both kids in the same terrible boat, and she's just happy her nephew has found someone who makes him happy. And who enables his scheming - Chris loves scheming, after all.

Roy's sisters love Riza to pieces, but she's scared of them all for a combination of reasons (guilt and too introverted).

And finally, for Feury/Scieszka - 35. Is their relationship a secret? If so, why?

No! They're out there openly dating. There was never a chance to be secret about it, because technically they were supervised for their entire first date. Scieszka ran into the group when they were all at lunch together, and Breda - who knew her from a few intel gathering trips - loudly announced, "You two would get on great. You should date." Feury and Scieszka had been just introduced at that point and they got really embarrassed. They might have just gone their separate ways, but Breda mentioned it to Feury a few times a week for the next month and when Scieszka happened to run into them at lunchtime again, Havoc got talking to her and distracted her long enough to get her to sit down with them, across from a very red Feury. Then Breda told her Kain was interested in finding a particular book about telecommunications, and as she started talking about it, Breda and Havoc just ... slowly slid down the bench ... Then from about two metres away they observed the rest of the date and hissed out hints to Feury about how to keep the conversation going until Feury found his footing.

At the wedding, even though the best man was Feury's younger brother, Havoc and Breda strongarmed their way into making a speech and they called it "the best relationship either of us has ever started."

[sunnyhatchats]

sorting the gang: mac

Previously: Dennis

We started with a non-obvious sorting so now let's move on to one of the easier ones.

PRIMARY: Snake (extremely dysfunctional), Bird model (extremely dysfunctional) (or the other way around?)

OK maybe it isn't THAT easy. Honestly you could go either way on this. I think part of it is that Mac's character gets written really differently depending on the episode/season (and a lot of fans LOVE complaining about this, "omg they ruined Mac's character" etc., despite both sides of his character being there early on)

Mac obviously is pretty attached to his worldview, usually his religion. He builds his entire identity around it and spends a lot of energy trying to work out the contradictions, the biggest example being being gay vs. being Catholic. He is very proud of how he can view the whole world through whatever lens he has glommed onto at any given point.

science is a LIAR sometimes

Idk I had an entire paragraph here about how everything he says in that video is wrong and how malleable these identities actually are for him in practice until I thought maybe that was still what Birds do especially less mature ones so idk. (Full disclosure I don't really "get" Bird primaries so I might not just be good at recognizing them?)

But I think a picture speaks a thousand words, especially when it is a picture that contains a thousand words:

"just like everyone else in the group" lol ok mac

Mac is a Snake whose people don't give a shit about him. His people are his dad, his mom, Dennis, and to a lesser degree Charlie. "The Gang" isn't really a thing for him as a unit, those are the only people he cares about. And he really cares. ("We're like the best friends in the whole goddamn world and goddamn them for making me think otherwise!")

It isn't a good kind of caring. On his end, they are deeply codependent up to the point where he smuggles drugs for his dad because he's his dad, calls the cops on Dennis when he is out of the apartment for an hour, poisons Dennis to try to make him dependent on him... (Can you be Exploded about more than one person?) And obviously on their end all these people either openly hate Mac to an abusive extent or only give a shit insofar as they can use him. And Mac is deeply in denial that this is possible for his people.

like, even just the idea that OBVIOUSLY Luther wants to see this picture of his mom because OBVIOUSLY she's really important to Luther just like Mac is OBVIOUSLY important to him because OBVIOUSLY he would also care as much, that's how relationships OBVIOUSLY work...

And most importantly, the idea that other people in the world have things to offer does not register. It's not on YouTube but there's a legit tragic scene in the last season where Mac meets his uncle Donald. Donald is a family scapegoat for all the same reasons Mac is, and he is lonely and eager to connect. He is the perfect father figure for Mac, who desperately wants a father figure... and Mac doesn't give a shit about him. He sits through all of this with total disinterest. Charlie sits there the entire scene getting increasingly frustrated: "You have everything you've ever dreamed of right here, but we're gonna just blow right past it, aren't we?"

SECONDARY: Lion (Snake model except he is bad at it?)

This is the easy part, I mean like do I even have to explain it? Mac reacts to things. He reacts to things like a bomb does. Or like whatever the most badass and/or powerful action is at the time. ("Mac sees himself as the boss in most situations and the gang constantly complains about his bossiness.")

it like personally offends him that the mafia does things other than be badass at people

There are three common Mac plots. One is that Mac and someone else (usually Charlie) escalate each other into chaos. Two, someone (almost anyone) manipulates him with zero effort. Three, someone (usually Dennis) attempts to do a scheme with him that he derails loudly. Basically Mac is earnest, in a way that only Charlie really matches. I think that's probably part of why they're the two members of the Gang most likely to be interpreted as kinda-maybe-salvageable deep down even when they objectively do just as bad things as everyone else.

This is Sunny so Mac has a baseline ambient level of lying and scheming, i.e. lowkey Snake modeling. Notably he got a double dose of that model from hanging out with the Gang and beforehand from growing up with career criminals as parents. But he's the worst person in the Gang at scheming and it isn't remotely close. Which is not to say that he doesn't try to manipulate people, he just....... fundamentally doesn't get the concept:

"Oh shit... right, don't give away the information." feel like I'm using all my memes on these

Obligatory disclaimer that again this is the most exaggerated and cartoonish and just incredibly dumb version of Lioning so just like if you're a Bird secondary don't be offended about sharing it with a serial predator, don't be offended about sharing Lion with this incredibly dumb individual

[hankjameswimbleton]

~ Madness Combat Canon Call ~

Hey there (:

My name’s Hank J. Wimbleton, I use they/he. I’m a fictive and a cohost/protector of the Cataclysm system. I’m currently 27 and our body is 18, so our host would prefer no interactions if you’re bodily under 16.

I’m currently searching for several people from my canon, namely Sanford, Deimos, Doc, Jeb, and if possible my little sister. I’ve already found Tricky from my source, @clownkillsy0u​.

Click for more information/source memories.

-I wasn’t actually a bloodthirsty maniac with no remorse or emotions, that was all AAHW propaganda. I sincerely loved all my friends and still do.

-Project Nexus didn't fall until only about two years before the Improbability Drives were activated by the Sheriff, and Nevada was actually quite normal for most of my life.

-Sanford was my childhood best friend who I met in middle school. We bonded over being the only openly queer kids in a pretty homophobic school, and always had each others' backs.

-I had a younger sister, whose name I believe started with a C or K (I've mentally been calling her Caroline for a while). She was five years younger than me, and loved to wear neon-colored coontail hair extensions.

-I had anger issues for my whole life, but could never afford therapy, especially after taking in my sister and losing my job. I had to start burning through savings, and the stress eventually culminated into a mental break after some asshole shoved me for asking him to turn down his music at the park.

-I don't remember exactly how it happened, but I met Doc sometime after this, while I was hiding out.

-I dated Dr Hoffnar for two years, from when I was 20 to when I committed the murders at the park and cut contact with him to protect him.

-The Sheriff put a massive bounty on my head when the search for me was about to die down, which is why I went after him in the first place.

-After the Drives were activated, I was blamed by the Auditor for the activation (even though the whole thing was the Sheriff's fault), so Doc and I formed the Status Quo as a rebel group to restore normality and oppose the AAHW, which was basically staffed by a combination of everyone who wanted me dead, clones created from Nexus technology, and leftover loyal members of Project Nexus. Sanford joined us around a month later.

-Deimos was a defective clone from the AAHW who dissented and joined with us about half a year after the drives activated.

-Jeb and I were enemies for a long time, until we both encountered Tricky around the time of the events of Madness 7. Until then I hadn't known that Tricky was Hoffnar, and when Jeb told me, we teamed up and disconnected the portable drive from her brain and brought back most of her sanity. After that, my relationship with Jeb was more of a loose almost-but-not-quite friendship.

-Everyone else was pissed and terrified when I brought her home because I refused to tell anyone what was going on until I had a nice reunification cuddle session done.

-Sanford and Deimos were dating, and like brothers to me. Doc was a bit more of a cranky father/uncle figure, but he really kept us all together and working efficiently.

-My metal jaw made talking difficult, I could talk but only if I forced the words out pretty loudly, so I usually stuck to writing.

-I had a special interest in weaponry and true crime.

-I was half-Russian from my dad's side.

-I had a perfectly normal head of chin-length black hair and brown eyes. Not as cool as fanart makes me seem, but at least I wasn't bald.

If the stuff I'm mentioning sounds familiar, feel free to message me. I miss you guys.

[onebigerror]

@atrickrtreat - billy (&robin)/calliope

send me a ship and I'll tell you...

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument?: this is debatable since they are both stubborn fuckers. robin probably steps in to attempt to mediate on this one and then they just kind of grumble it out.

who treats who’s wounds more often?: billy loves to slam his fist into things. he's always doing stupid things so there are plenty of wounds to treat. being a mechanic he's also got his fair share of at work injuries.

who is in constant need of comfort?: neither of these fucks. robin is the comfort seeker in this triangle that somehow works.

who gets more jealous?: billy is a jealous asshole. but when he gets jealous he'll have to go pull a stupid to make sure that calliope is gets jealous also. in the midst of all this, robin becomes paranoid that another asshole will enter the picture and she'll have to share more.

who’s most likely to walk out on the other?: billy is the king of walking and slamming doors as loudly as he can after him. cursing the whole way before tearing out of the driveway in the camaro.

who will propose?: neither? robin would propose to calliope if marriage were actually possible. billy wouldn't calliope for this reason. he has some morals (very few) but he knows how badly robin wants this and wouldn't do it since it's not fair.

who has the most difficult parents?: which one of them doesn't have difficult parents?

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public?: billy just does it without thinking. calliope probably does too. robin can't because she's too scared to show affection with calliope in public.

who comes up for the other all the time?: still not sure what this question actually means...so i'm not sure how to answer it 

who hogs the blankets?: why do i just see calliope stuffed in the middle of the trio, rolled up in the blankets and everyone else is cold?

who gets more sad?: billy gets sad but it's more of a dysfuctional 'i'm gonna fuck shit up' sad. he doesn't handle emotions well. robin is too damned 'glass half full type' to openly show sadness unless it's something she just can't control.

who is better at cheering the other up?: robin. she just tries to cheer up everyone and keep the peace in the house. she does it more for her own sanity.

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?: billy makes the dumb jokes (usually perverse in nature). calliope play slaps. robin rolls her eyes, mutters 'gross' and walks away.   

who is more streetwise?: billy is very streetwise. he's lived in some very rough areas with not a lot of parental supervision.

who is more wise?: robin. my god this is a no brainer here. miss wants learn everything hoards knowledge.

who’s the shyest?: billy and calliope aren't shy. robin still has her moments being shy with calliope. at this point they are all just so used to each other that none of them are really shy anymore.

who boasts about the other more?: billy. he's very vocal when other guys look at his girl. he'll get stupid about it too and it will usually end up in a fight.

who sits on who’s lap?: calliope would be the one sitting on laps in any scenario here.

[0blackcoffee0]

The day when you was born (1.1)

(autor's notes: English isn't my native language, so I'm really apologize for my mistakes (◞‸◟ㆀ)ˢᵒʳʳʸ)

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"Happy Birthday, bro!"

The chappie doesn't have time to turn his head, as it turns out to be enclosed in the strongest hugs that can be. He laughs awkwardly while Pepa hugs him very strongly an it seemed like another minute - and there would be nothing left of the fragile four-year-old boy.

"Happy birthday, Pepa," Bruno answered softly to his sister's violent displays of emotion, smiling slightly and carefully putting his arm around her shoulders in response.

Pepa is like a little hurricane. Emotional, fast, voiced. If emotions flooded over her, they would flood over everyone around. But if she is in good spirits, her bright charming smile and infectious laugh excellent brightens up the atmosphere.

So excellent that even Bruno can smile.

Julieta timidly joins their hugs and congratulations, standing on the side of her brother, but gently grabbing both of them with her hands.

They were all born on the same day, but Julieta is the oldest. Although the difference in their births was a mere few minutes, in the character of all three it was surprisingly noticeable. Unlike the hyperactive Pepa (the middle child in their family), Julieta was calm and sensible, and she worried every time her sister cried, stomped her foot and was dissatisfied; or when her brother modestly crowded aside, looking somewhere into the past, with a feeling of visible sadness (for some reason, his sister often mistook his thoughtfulness for sadness). Yes, Bruno is the youngest son, he often was thoughtful, silent and even a bit distant. But that doesn't mean he is sad. He very loves his sisters with whom he plays outside, inside and wherever he wants; he loves his dear mother, caring and always smiling, who cooks delicious food for them, washes clothes, carefully puts them in bed, and all four of them sleep, warmly clinging to each other; he loves this place, their native Casita, this garden, green and almost always bathed in the golden glow of the sun. Bruno likes to observe, so that every corner of the house (and almost every meter of their garden) he already knows how the back of his hand. Sometimes he walks in the village with his mother and sisters, which makes Bruno incredible happy. He likes observe people, sliently learns their habits, actions, characteristics. He's very shy and quiet boy, but alone with his sisters, he allowed himself to laugh sincerely, loudly and openly, as much as he liked.

The triplets are four years old today. Exactly one year older. There will be a lot of people, so Bruno is a little worried, but the presence of his sisters promises a pleasant, interesting evening filled with fun and family warmth. The kitchen smells wonderful: mom is backing a birthday cake, cooking various dlicious dishes for future guests. Julieta spun around her, watching the process with pleasure, and a couple of times even helping her mother to knead the dough. It was obvious that she had a passion for cooking. Pepa rushed back and forth, either exulting in anticipation of an early party, or starting to panic from scratch because she couldn't find her favorite doll, which soothes her. But what about Bruno? He's just an observer.

"Hap-py birth-day!"

Under friendly applause, all three blow out the candles. Mentally, everyone makes a wish to himself, and Bruno makes only the brightest hopes for his future.

Five years old.

This is a very important day. Not only did the figure itself represent a round date and the first anniversary in his life, but also a great responsibility today will fall on his shoulders. Starting today and for the rest of his life. Today Bruno will receive a gift, but no one knows which.

The people of the whole village look at him and the sisters, like elaborate stone statues like those that they stand in the main village square. Children with delight, and sometimes with envy look at him as something amazing, logically impossible. The adults smiled, and some could make a couple of compliments and various kinds of encouraging phrases, like "good luck to you today, baby!", "you look great" and something like that. Bruno needs these words. They really a little embolden him, most emportant – they help him feel needed, useful, worthy of what he will get.

The hand trembles a little, frozen for a moment in front of the golden handle of the door. Bruno looks up at his mother, who, holding a burning golden candle in her hands, smiles warmly and nods slightly, signaling to the children. Bruno closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Turn.

The chappie holds his breath. The door opens, but in front of him is not the expected room with ordinary walls, floor, ceiling, but a whole cave ... A huge, stone cave, saturated with mystery and loose sand. Looking around in indecision, but more delighted, Bruno takes a cautious step and immediately flops face down in the sand, tripping over his own feet. Standing up, he shakes off his short hair and almost thinks the worst is over.

“This is my room...” he says in a low, almost silent whisper. "This is my room!" now Bruno almost screams, running into the cave and bursting into joyful laughter at the same time.

A real, whole cave, belonging only to him! The legs get bogged down in the sand, slowing down the run, the cool sand pleasantly crumbles over the skin. Bruno is so happy that he even forgot about one insignificant thing - after all, the sisters also received gifts.

Julieta - cooking, in other matters, one could guess about it anyway. The eldest of the triplets, the most responsible and the most balanced. If the sister learns to cook deliciously (and she will definitely learn, given her passionate impulses), with the help of her food, any wounds can be healed. Pepa... Now there is a clear sun over her head, but Bruno involuntarily thinks that the weather from now on will not always be so favorable. This girl experiences too many emotions in a day. Probably, such a gift won't be easy to control. But Bruno knows for sure that Pepa can handle it. She is strong.

And Bruno's gift is the ability to see the future. The boy wasn't yet fully aware of this, but he already clearly felt that real magic flows in his veins. A happy mother, a crowd of guests jubilant to the clink of glasses, and sisters hugging him tightly testify to this.