#compromising positions

[awhitehead17]

It’s not what it looks like!

TimKon, Compromising Positions, Embarrassed Everyone, Injuries, Massages, Humour, Established Relationship, Tim and Kon being good boyfriends.

Summary: As far as first impressions go, Tim and Kon certainly make themselves memorable as not once but twice they’re caught in compromising positions by their dads. Everyone involved is left feeling embarrassed and awkward however at least no one’s completely naked.

Enjoy! :D

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes. Now shut up and let me concentrate.”

“Tim…”

“Conner.”

Gritting his teeth Kon stops talking and accepts Tim’s reassurance. If his boyfriend is confident then who is he to question him. Although…

“Are you sure your dad won’t come home? This isn’t exactly the ideal situation for him to walk in on right now.”

With an exaggerated sigh, Tim leans back and looks up at Kon from where he’s kneeling on the bathroom floor between Kon’s legs. If it had been any other situation Kon would be salivating at the sight before him, because honestly what’s better than having his attractive boyfriend between his legs, however the deep pulsing and throbbing sensation coming from his thigh makes it hard to think about those sort of things.

Tim reaches out and grips Kon’s twitching thigh and holds it steady as he continues to stare at him, seeming peeved about Kon’s paranoia. “He’s not due home for another couple hours, that’s why we’re here instead of elsewhere. Now stay still and let me treat this.”

Kon hisses when Tim prods the throbbing wound in his thigh. He leans back against the bathtub for support and grips onto the slippery thermoformed acrylic as best as he could. He knows this isn’t going to be pleasant and automatically tenses up when Tim draws near with a needle.

“Kon you need to relax,” Tim tells him softly but firmly.

With his jaw still clenched, he glares down at Tim. “I’m trying. It’s not exactly easy.”

Tim rolls his eyes but momentarily holds off stabbing his skin with a needle, instead he takes to stroking the uninjured muscles of his thigh in attempts to help him relax.

It takes a while but it starts to work and Kon could slowly feel the tension seeping out of his body as he leans more on the bathtub for support. He would love nothing more but to melt into the soothing actions however the deep pulsing of the bleeding wound stops him from relaxing all the way.

Without thinking about it, Kon grumbles in annoyance. “I can think of many better things for you to be doing between my legs right now.”

Tim’s massaging action stops as his boyfriend looks up at him with an eyebrow raised in disbelief. “Oh really? Unfortunately for us someone thought it would be a good idea to listen to a certain ginger when he suggested an insane idea of a dare and ended up hurt instead.”

Okay Tim may have a point there. It is kind of his fault that they’re now in this situation, well actually it’s Bart’s fault they’ve ended up here, their best friend knows damn well that Kon never backs down from a dare no matter how insane or stupid it may be.

They’re lucky Tim knows first aid and has an entire suture kit at home which he can use. As a result of Bart’s dare Kon ended up with a deep wound on his inner thigh which needs to be treated, Tim deemed it large enough to need some stitches and after refusing to go to the hospital his boyfriend offered up his assistance. They ended up coming back to Tim’s house in order to treat it while no one (according to Tim) is home. And that’s how Kon’s ended up partially dressed wearing his t-shirt and boxers with Tim kneeling between his legs so he could see the wound clearly.

While Kon had been lost in his thoughts Tim had gone ahead and started with the stitches. A sharp sting brings him back to the present and it takes all of Kon’s willpower to stop himself from hitting Tim out of pure instinct. Instead he grits his teeth and clenches his fists tightly.

However long Tim stays between his legs stitching his skin up, they seem to both get lost in the moment as odd as it may be. Tim gets into a rhythm that allows his to swiftly stitch up Kon’s wound to his best ability while Kon breathes deeply and tries anything to keep his mind distracted from the sharp throbbing sensation happening in his thigh. The two of them being distracted as they are is probably the main reason why neither of them had heard someone coming home, the reason why they didn’t realise they were no longer alone until the bathroom door is slamming open to reveal a rather concerned Bruce Wayne in the doorway.

The room falls silent as the three of them all freeze. All Kon could do is stare at the man he’s only ever heard about, Tim is frozen in place between his legs with his eyes wide and body stiff with tension and Bruce stands there observing the two of them with what started out as concern before it changes into something of bewilderment then embarrassment.

After several moments of awkward silence the man opens his mouth to talk but it seems like Tim’s also managed to get himself together because he speaks up first.

“I swear this isn’t what it looks like.” Tim mutters still not looking up at his dad.

Bruce, clearly uncomfortable with the situation, clears his throat. “I don’t – I mean you’re…” the man trails off and Kon is left feeling completely baffled because as far as he knew this man never stuttered or looked as unconfident as he does now. Then again it’s probably not every day he walks in on his son and his boyfriend in what looks like a compromising position.

Bruce clears his throat again and straightens up, now seeming much more composed. “There’s blood splattered along the hallway. Is everything alright?” He's now looking apprehensive but the concern for his son can clearly be seen.

Tim finally glances up at his dad, his eyes peeking over the top of Kon’s thigh. “Uh, yeah? Well no. Kon’s injured and I’m stitching him up. That’s what we’re doing, all we’re doing, and absolutely nothing else!”

If Kon wasn’t feeling so awkward and embarrassed he would have both laughed and cooed at the raging blush on Tim’s normally pale cheeks.

Bruce seems to get over his discomfort of the situation at the sound of an injury and steps forward with an almost analytical expression on his face. “What happened and how bad is it? Why haven’t you gone to the hospital?”

The questions are fired at both Tim and Kon and Kon has no idea on how to react. He glances down at Tim, silently pleading his boyfriend to take the lead.

Tim rolls his eyes and turns back to Kon’s wound. “He’s fine Bruce. After refusing to go to the hospital I said I can treat him. I’m done now anyway, just have to bandage it.” He aimed the last part at Kon who could only nod in response.

As Tim reaches for the first aid kit Bruce steps towards them again before stopping. He looks at Kon and gestures to his leg, “I have first aid training myself, may I take a look?”

Not sure if he's able to speak Kon nods stiffly. Tim moves out from between his legs and Kon shifts so the man could see his wound clearly which Tim has now neatly stitched up.

Wordlessly Bruce reaches for the gauze Tim’s got in hand and his boyfriend hands it over. Kon holds his breath and curses at himself when he flinches as the man begins to wrap his thigh with the bandage after he had examined Tim’s work. It hurts but somehow Kon’s got enough self-control to keep himself from verbally sharing his pain.

As if sensing his discomfort Bruce starts talking calmly like there’s nothing wrong or awkward with the current situation they’re in where Kon is half naked in front of his boyfriend’s dad while the man treats his injury as his boyfriend stands to the side wearing a complicated mix of expressions on his face.

“Tim's done a good job of the stitches.” Bruce says conversationally as he starts tying off the bandage. “However, if you still refuse to go to the hospital later on, I would like Alfred to have a look at it after dinner. He has a medical background and is the best out of us to really see how the injury is looking.”

The man finishes off the bandaging and instantly moves away from Kon. He moves about the small bathroom washing his hands before heading for the door. He pauses before leave to throw Tim a look Kon couldn’t decipher. “Dinner will be ready within the hour if you’re both staying.” With that the man exits the bathroom leaving Kon and Tim alone once more.

As soon as he’s gone Kon turns to Tim levelling his boyfriend with a fierce glare. “What the fuck Tim!”

Tim’s instantly defensive and scowls back at Kon. “It’s not my fault!”

“You said no one was going to be home for hours. That is not how I wanted to meet your dad for the first time Tim! What an impression this has been.”

“How was I supposed to know he was going to come home early?”

“I don’t know!” Kon huffs, he slumps against the bathtub feeling the fight drain out of him. He grimaces in pain when a sharp shooting pain travels through his leg.

Seeing this the fight also drains out of Tim. His boyfriend starts moving about the bathroom, cleaning up the medical supplies he used before handing Kon his clothes so he could get changed. After a couple minutes Tim looks over at Kon with a small smile, “y’know it would have been worse? You could have been naked.”

Kon pauses from where he’s weaving his leg through some loose basketball shorts to send Tim a disbelieving look. “Thank god for small miracles then huh?” He deadpans before finishing getting changed.

Once he's ready Tim is immediately at his side, offering him something to lean on as he stands and then together they make their way to Tim’s bedroom. They had used the common bathroom because it’s bigger than Tim’s small ensuite. In hindsight maybe they should have used Tim’s bathroom but it is what it is, Tim did say they would be alone but he's also telling the truth that he couldn’t have known Bruce was going to come home early.  

“So I’m staying for dinner?” Kon questions as they enter Tim’s room. “I’ve already met your dad, may as well get the rest of the family over with today huh?” He lets out a breathless chuckle as Tim helps him sit down on the edge of the bed.

Tim looks thoughtful for a moment before he shrugs. “It’s up to you. You can stay if you want but we can go if you’re uncomfortable. For now it may be best to stay and then Alfred can have a look at the wound before I drop you home tonight.”

Finding that he doesn’t have any energy left, Kon flops backwards onto Tim's mattress and throws an arm over his eyes. He hums. “Yeah that sounds good. It’s already been a helluva day so why not.”

He feels the mattress dip beside him as Tim climbs on and he feels his boyfriend press against his side. Automatically Kon wraps his arm around Tim and draws him in close, while keeping his eyes closed he presses a kiss to Tim’s temple and lets himself relax as best as he could into the mattress knowing this is going to be the only rest he's going to get for the rest of the day until he goes home.

Meeting Clark

From across the room Kon stares at his boyfriend with narrowed eyes, not believing a single bit of spiel coming from his mouth. Crossing his arms over his chest he stares at him determinedly. “Tim are you being serious right now? I know for a fact you’re in pain, and a lot of it, why won’t you let me help?”

His boyfriend sends Kon a scowl, clearly not happy with being called out on his bullshit and rolls his eyes as he settles on the edge of the bed. “I’m fine.” Tim grits out as he shuffles backwards to lean up against the headboard. “I don’t need anything.”

Now being the one to roll his eyes, Kon moves forward until he’s stood beside Tim looking down at him with a mixture of annoyance and concern. Since knowing each other for literal years, plus a few more with them actually dating, Kon knows Tim pretty well by now and can read Tim like an open book in all capital letters, he knows his boyfriend is in pain no matter how well he’s able to hide it.

Bending down Kon braces himself against the mattress with his hands and leans in close to Tim trying to catch his gaze. “You know I can help you, at least for an hour or two so let me do so. You can barely move without wincing or when you do move you walk around like an 80 year old man.”

Tim lets out a snort and meets his eyes. “You just want to get your hands on me.”

The comments makes Kon pause because, well, he’s not entirely wrong but it’s all about the context. Kon wants to help him rather than do anything more carnal.

Shaking his head Kon says, “believe me when I say not this time. I do want to help that’s all, nothing more and nothing less.”

After a few beats Tim throws his head back with a groan. “Ugh fine. Okay, we’ll do it.”

Feeling victorious Kon throws his arms up in a dramatic fashion. “Finally!” He grins at Tim, “now lie down and take off your clothes.”

Tim grumbles but does as he’s told and while he's getting in position Kon wanders over to his draws and digs around for the creams and lotions he keeps there just for this purpose. When he’s gathered the items he needs he goes back to the bed where Tim now lays sprawled out on his front with nothing but his boxers on.

Kon takes a moment to appreciate the view. No matter what he loves being able to see his boyfriend’s body all laid out before him with all that skin on display, however he’s a little distracted by the large splotches of bruising scattered across Tim's back, legs and arms. Some are worse than others, those ones already developed into deep colouring of blues and purples while some are beginning to heal by the colours of browns and yellows. Kon will just have to be extra cautious of the different areas.

He’s broken out of his staring when Tim turns his head and eyes him impatiently. “Well, you’re the one who insisted on this, are you going to get on with it or are you gonna stand there all day?”

Huffing Kon moves forward and gets everything ready so he could get started. As he warms up his hands he sends Tim a look, “y’know not many people would refuse and complain so much about their boyfriend getting their hands on them.”

“Well some boyfriends aren’t such pushy bastards.” Tim retorts as he places his head down on the pillows.

Kon doesn’t give Tim the satisfaction of replying to that comment. Instead, in retaliation, he simply brings his hands down hard onto Tim’s shoulders without warning and digs his thumb deeply into the muscle across his back. It’s only after when Tim hisses and curses at him in response that Kon eases up and begins to properly massage his boyfriend.

The two of them fall silent as Kon works. It’s comfortable and they both know not to expect anything to come out of this other than what it simply was. That lack of expectation makes it easier between them. This isn’t the first time Kon’s done this, by now Kon’s done it more times than he can count and even though it took several attempts for him to get it right it’s been worth it knowing he can help Tim out in this way (no one needs to know how many hours he’s spent researching techniques and seeking out advice to get it right).

Kon works on Tim’s shoulders and back before working on his arms and then his legs. He massages and soothes out the tense muscles across Tim’s body, being extra careful in the tender areas and focusing more on the spots where Tim is the tensest.

Once he’s finished with Tim’s back he gets his boyfriend to turn over so he could work on his front. Tim’s got his eyes closed as he settles into a comfortable position, there’s a ghost of a small smile on his lips and Kon smiles himself, pleased he’s able to help get his boyfriend into a relaxed state.

This time Kon works from bottom up starting with his feet and legs. He couldn’t help but laugh lightly when Tim jerks as Kon’s fingers brush against the arch of his foot. Kon gently works Tim’s calf muscles before moving further up to his thighs, as he does he changes his position choosing to settle between Tim’s legs in order to be able to access both the inside and outside of Tim’s thigh without any struggle.

Kon soon moves on from Tim’s thighs and up to his waist, as he spreads his fingers wide across Tim’s hips he glances up and notices for the first time that Tim has his cracked open slightly and is lazily watching Kon work with a dopey smile on his face. Unable to help himself Kon smiles back and shifts his position once again so he’s bracing his knees into the mattress in order to hover himself over Tim’s body until they’re face to face. Planting both forearms onto the pillow either side of Tim’s head, Kon leans down and covers Tim’s lips with his own.

Tim instantly accepts the kiss and does very little to reciprocate the gesture, therefore letting Kon do all the work, however when Kon pulls back it’s Tim who follows him, his lips seeking out Kon’s despite the indifference Tim had been trying to show. Kon snickers but ducks down to meet Tim’s lips again anyway, always incapable to denying Tim what he wants.

Kon settles more of his bodyweight on Tim, but is careful not to crush him, as they continue to make out. Their kissing never going any further than a firm press of lips and the occasional nip which elicits a low groan from the recipient. As they kiss Kon feels Tim’s arms come up and around him, moments later his hands are stroking across his back in a sensual caress.

It’s easy to lose track of time. Kon has no idea how long they had been making out for but he knows he didn’t ever want to stop, being with Tim like this is one of the best things ever and he doesn’t want it to end. Unfortunately the universe seems to have different plans because the moment between them is violently broken when the door to Kon’s bedroom slams open to reveal his father.

Kon pulls away from Tim and snaps his gaze over to the door and instantly freezes when he sees his dad there looking back at him in what Kon thinks is in embarrassment and shock. After that the two of them seem to be caught in a trap, neither of them being able to move from what is a very awkward moment between father and son. Surprisingly it’s Tim who appears to be the most composed despite his lack of dress and current position underneath Kon. Leaning to the side so he could see Kon’s dad Tim smiles politely.

“Hi Mister Kent, while this is not the way I expected our first meeting to go, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

How Tim sounds so put together Kon has no idea. It’s only then he realises he’s frozen on top of Tim, he hastily climbs off his boyfriend and settles down on the mattress next to him but not before grabbing a t-shirt for Tim to slip on over his body.

Feeling his whole face heating up, Kon turns to his dad and runs a hand through his hair, unsure on what to say. “Uh, it isn’t what it looks like?” Admittedly it isn’t the best thing to say, especially when he sounds so unsure but Kon’s brain is currently struggling to think clearly.

His dad instantly raises a hand. “No Kon, you have a boyfriend and what you do together is none of my business, I apologize for just barging in but you didn’t answer any of my calls so I got worried.”

If he could go crawl in a hole and die Kon would gladly do so. This is beyond embarrassing. That’s saying a lot considering how he met Tim’s dad a couple months prior.

“Right…” Kon trails off still unsure on how to deal with the situation, “sorry, I was… distracted.”

“I gathered,” Clark points out rather bluntly.

“We weren’t doing anything!” Kon quickly exclaims, feeling the irrational need to explain what was going on. “Tim was feeling sore from his martial arts competition yesterday so I offered him a massage. There’s nothing more to it!”

Opposite him Clark doesn’t look convinced, Kon winces and figures that the position he found them in says anything but innocent. Next to him Tim lets out a snort which he quickly covers up with a cough, Kon turns to the side and glares at him, silently telling him he isn’t helping matters.

“Okay, well, since you’re fine, I’ll pass the message on that we’re getting takeout for dinner tonight so let me know what you want.” Clark’s gaze drifts over to Tim, who doesn’t seem at all affected by the unexpected interruption. “Tim you’re welcome to join us if you have no plans tonight.”

With that Clark promptly leaves his bedroom and shuts the door behind him with an audible click. It takes a moment for Kon’s mind to register that he’s gone but once it does he slaps his hands over his face and falls backwards dramatically onto his bed with a groan.

“Oh my god!”

Tim snickers and Kon lifts on hand in order to glare at him.

“C’mon Kon, it wasn’t that bad. It could have been much worse.” Kon feels Tim run a soothing hand over his arm. His boyfriend then grasps his wrists and tugs his hands away from his face and Kon reluctantly looks at him with a pout.

Tim presses a kiss to each of Kon’s knuckles and Kon finds himself unable to be miserable anymore. He sends Tim a small smile. Sitting back up he says, “Despite not finishing hopefully you’re feeling better than before.”

Tim shrugs and adjusts the t-shirt he's wearing, which happens to be one of Kon’s and is way too big on him but Kon isn’t going to say anything about it, and gets off the bed in the hunt for his jeans he had earlier discarded. “I feel looser but will most likely feel the benefits of it later on.”

Kon nods and also gets up off the bed, as Tim changes he goes about putting everything away and cleaning up. “That’s good. If anything starts to hurt then let me know.”

Instead of verbally replying, Tim's response is wrapping his arms around Kon’s waist from behind and hug him closely. Kon covers Tim's hands with his own and leans back against his boyfriend comfortably. After a moment he turns his head and seeks out a kiss from Tim, nothing more than a peck of their lips.

“We should go downstairs to avoid further embarrassment. I don’t want my dad walking in on us again.”

Tim laughs and lets go of Kon. “Sure, sure. At least this makes us even, I’m pretty sure you meeting Bruce was just as bad as your dad walking in on us like that.”

Kon draws back and sends Tim a look. “Uh excuse me, meeting Bruce like that was probably worse! He bandaged up my thigh! At least Clark just walked away.”

Tim shrugs seeming unbothered. “Hm, maybe. He’s a father of six and seeing his son’s boyfriend injured triggered some parental instinct in him and he wanted to help, not the worst thing in the world. But enough of that, what’s done is done so shall we go before your dad gets suspicious?”

Kon lets out another groan but takes Tim's hands in his and leads the way to his bedroom door. “Let’s get this over and done with. No time like the present.”

[shootforthestars-28]

Compromising Positions [1985]

[percycoolguy]

sneaking

[sunnydayaoe]

vashwood moment

[milf-harrington]

i wrote this in like an hour so please forgive the quality but here's some gentle steddie set somewhere in the early 90's mentions of canonical violence and trauma, but otherwise just a gentle morning scene

5:30 am found Eddie Munson on the back porch steps, watching their liver spotted dalmatian patrol the fence-line with her usual level of seriousness. Ronnie moved like a spectre in the half-light, her edges all blurred and smudged until she stopped to sniff at a weed and became solid again.

The cherry of his cigarette flared bright on his inhale as he brought his knees further into his chest, feet crossed over one another like he could trap the warmth in if he just curled up tight enough. With autumn creeping closer, the mornings were getting crisp.

Luckily, his ears were warm under both his hair and the hood of his jumper,but his legs were prickly with goosebumps thanks to his habit of grabbing whatever was on the floor. This time it was Steve's basketball shorts, the one's that used to be trackpants until he'd taken scissors to them in the summer of '88.

They definitely weren't suited for cooler weather, but they were comfortable and Eddie kind of liked the distraction the chill brought. It was harder to get stuck in memories of snapping bones and dead motors and being eaten by bats when your toes were trying not to freeze off.

Eddie sniffled without tears and wiped his nose with the back of his hand, bringing his smoke back to his lips for another drag. His hands were shaking, but it had nothing to do with the weather.

He'd dreamed of Chrissy again.

The problem with an overactive imagination, is that it could always make your nightmares worse.

After weeks of stress free dreaming, he'd wound up back in his trailer last night, but this time he'd known Chrissy's favourite song. Playing it hadn't worked, and instead the bats had come pouring from her mouth like it was it's own gate. They'd swarmed him before he even had a chance to run, breaking free through the windows and those damn vents before tearing him and Hawkins apart.

He'd woken in his and Steve's bed, in the house they bought with their shady government money, sweat slicked and on fire. His skin was tight and itchy as he'd crept out of bed, tapping the dog awake to take her outside and grabbing his smokes from the dresser.

Ronnie chose then to drop her favoured rope at his feet, head ducked and eyes flitting from between him and the toy hopefully, tail wagging. Eddie secured his cigarette between his lips so he could distract her with a scratch behind her ears, and grabbed the toy with his free hand before she could react. She'd turn it into a game of tug-o-war if he wasn't careful, and it was impossible to ask her to drop it when it took both hands just to keep hold of the thing.

The rope sailed across the backyard in a high arc, and Ronnie almost tripped over her own paws in her haste to get to it.

A few more throws later, the sky was brighter and the back door opened with a familiar wheeze behind him.

Eddie didn't turn as he threw Ronnie's toy again, but listened to Steve quietly walk closer and settle down beside him with a soft grunt.

A moment later, his cigarette was stolen from right between his fingers, but when he turned to complain, Eddie was met with a steaming mug shaped like a bear. He took it with hands that were steadier than they'd been 10 minutes ago.

Steve, meanwhile, had tucked the cigarette between his own lips like he used too when he was trying to seem cool and impressive (before they got their shit together), and unfolded the blanket he'd brought out with him.

It settled over both of their shoulders while Eddie sipped his coffee, feeling it's journey all the way down to his stomach. He watched Ronnie register Steve's presence and come bounding over.

She stopped in front of them with the rope toy swinging from her mouth, tail picking up enough speed to move her hips with it when Steve signaled for her to drop it.

Steve generally wasn't verbal this early in the morning, preferring to sign until the world felt awake enough for voices. Luckily their dog was deaf too, even if she was cheeky about ignoring signals by pretending not to see them.

Finally, Ronnie relented, dropping the rope between Steve's ridiculous old-man slippers as he passed the cigarette back to Eddie. She graciously accepted her vigorous head scratches as reward.

Eddie huffed a laugh and tapped off the excess ash, taking another drag and waiting until the dog was tearing off after her toy to pass it back to Steve.

He accepted the smoke with a smile and didn't ask why Eddie was awake so early, or why he hadn't bothered to dress warmer. Just made sure the blanket was wrapped around him properly, and pressed a kiss to his temple over the top of his hood.

Eddie sighed from somewhere deep and tired inside him and let his head drop onto Steve's shoulder, feeling it drop as he exhaled smoke towards the rising sun.

[melanodis]

fellas is it gay to sift through your husband's excess cable to clean his insides out

[sixteenth-days]

Vampire pearl for a prompt?

"Hey, guys, have you seen- oh!"

Pearl raised her head, long ears twitching in surprise, and Impulse glanced back over his shoulder towards the entrance, wincing slightly as he did. "Oh, hi, Gem!" he called. "What's up?"

Gem, standing in the doorway of the keep, had her eyes notably averted, staring very hard at a patch of floor. "Sorry!" she said, flushing. "I didn't realize you were, um. Busyyyyy?"

Impulse blinked, confused. He stayed confused as Pearl started to shake with silent laughter where she was kneeling over his lap, clapping one hand to her mouth to keep from making a mess. "What? Gem?"

Pearl, after a moment, finally managed to swallow her mouthful of blood and gasp out, still laughing, "No, it's not like that, Gem! Promise!"

Gem's eyes flickered back up, finally, and widened. "Impulse! You're bleeding!"

"No! ...Well, yes," Impulse admitted. Pearl twitched, apparently reminded of the line of punctures now freely bleeding down his neck, and dove down to hastily lick up the drips with approximately the same haste as someone eating a rapidly melting ice cream cone. "It's fine, though! I'm fine!" he hastened to add. "This is, uh. An arrangement we've had since last season."

Pearl nodded against his neck, licking the bite mark clean before sitting up to face Gem over his head, propping her bony elbows on his shoulders. She looked, to her credit, distinctly sheepish. "It's a vampire bat thing," she said. "I don't need a lot of blood, but about, eh, once a month or so? And Impulse is a big guy." She patted him on the shoulder. "He can usually spare me plenty."

"You only love me for my robust circulatory system, is that it?" Impulse said, grinning.

"Excuse me! You're also good for moving heavy objects," Pearl objected.

"Ohhh-kay," Gem said, finally leaving the spot where she'd been frozen by the door and walking over. "You should've just said! That's way less weird than what I thought I walked in on."

"...Is it?" Pearl asked.

"Wait, what did you think you walked in on?" Impulse said, at the same moment.

"Well, sure," Gem answered Pearl. "Deer are omnivorous, you know!" She grinned, all teeth, vaguely threatening.

"Hm," Pearl said thoughtfully, crossing her arms on top of Impulse's head. "Say, do you know your blood type?"

[selfshipseaside]

☆ Reminder to all you self-shippers with unconventional height differences with your f/os that you're all just as amazing, cool, and cute! Are you a tallgirl™? Or perhaps a shortking™? Maybe a majesty somewhere in between? Your f/os love you for your height no matter what! They don't want you any taller or shorter than you are, no matter what societal standards might dictate. Your dynamic with them is just as cute!

[sm-baby]

When will we see any of the characters stuck in a 2x2x2 hole

Now.

Erma and Lawrence in baby jail

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

Forever S01E08 The Ecstasy of Agony.

[whump-queen]

Whumper won’t tell whumpee why they’re getting punished.

They have to keep frantically guessing, knowing that they’ll be hit with every wrong answer.

"Still haven’t figured it out yet?”

“You’re even dumber than you look.”

Sliding the bloody crop up their jaw, smearing red.

“Now lick it clean.”

[koukaaa-descent]

I feel embarrassed posting this even though nothing Untoward is happening or is intended to happen. I can't explain what evoked this from me

[monstertsunami]

simon petrikov in his slutty slutty wizard gown showing bra strap. +depressed catboy

[oddsconvert]

I might just start posting my whumpy daily thoughts about my OC's, I mean...it's my blog, right? 😏 For me to post my tings? Even if they end up eventually being canon in chapters 😅

I just wanna ramble more about my Whumpee's into the void 🙈

[cloudcountry]

what's this? a mermay after party?

that's right, everyone! your very own floyd leech will be hosting an event from june 1st to june 8th!!

the event will make use of a debtors marine life knowledge (totally not because they decided to sign a contract for a date with azul nuhuh) and assign you or your ocs a new personalized marine life nickname (that isn't shrimpy!!)

all you have to do is move those little shrimpy legs over to @azulashengrottospiano's ask box and provide a short description of your personality, hobbies, or anything else you'd like to include (for ocs, a reference sheet and a short description will do!!)

please reply to this post with any questions and the debtor will get back to you asap C:

(full disclosure if you or your oc reminds the debtor of a shrimp they will give you a specific species to make it more personalized. C:)

he can't wait to see you there!!

[commsroom]

to me, the question of whether hera would want a body is first and foremost a question of autonomy and ability. she has an internal self-image, i think it's meaningful that the most pivotal moments in her character arc take place in spaces where she can be perceived the way she perceives herself and interact with others in a (relatively) equal and physical capacity, and that's worth considering. but i don't think it's about how she looks, or even who she is - and i think she's the same person either way; she's equally human without a body, and having a body wouldn't make her lived experience as an AI magically disappear - so much as it's about how she would want to live.

like most things with hera, i'm looking at this through a dual lens of disability and transness, both perspectives from which the body - and particularly disconnect from the body - is a concern. the body as the mechanism by which she's able to interact with the world; understanding her physical isolation as a product of her disability, the body as a disability aid. the body as it relates to disability, in constant negotiation. the body as an expression of medical transition, of self-determination, of choice. as a statement of how she wants to be seen, how she wants to navigate the world, and at the same time reckoning with the inevitable gap between an idealized self-image and a lived reality, especially after a long time spent believing that self-image could never be visible to anyone else.

it's critical to me that it should never imply hera's disability is 'fixed' by having a body, only that it enables her to interact with the world in ways she otherwise couldn't. her fears about returning to earth are about safety and ability; the form she exists in dictates the life she's allowed to lead and has allowed people to invade her privacy and make choices for her. dysphoria and disability both contribute to disembodiment - in an increasingly digitized world, the type of alienation that feels like your life can only exist in a virtual space... maybe there's something about the concept of AI embodiment, in particular as it relates to hera, that appeals to me because of what it challenges about what makes a 'real woman.' when it's about perception, about how others see her and how she might observe / be impacted by how she's treated differently, even subconsciously. it's about feeling more present in her life and interfacing with the world. but it's not in itself a becoming; it doesn't change how she's been shaped by her history or who she is as a person.

i think it comes back to the 'big picture' as a central antagonistic force in wolf 359, and how - in that context, in this story - it adds a weight to this hypothetical choice. hera is everywhere, and she's never really anywhere. she's got access to more knowledge than most people could imagine, but it's all theoretical or highly situational; she doesn't have the same life experiences as her peers. she has the capacity to understand that 'big picture' better than most people, but whatever greater portion of the universe she understands is nothing next to infinity and meaningless without connection and context. it's interesting to me that hera is one of the most self-focused and introspective people on the show. her loyalties and decisions are absolute, personal, emotionally driven. she's lonely; she always feels physically away from the others. she misremembers herself sitting at the table with the rest of the crew. she imagines what the ocean is like. there's nothing to say that hera having a body is the only solution for that, but i like what it represents, and i honestly believe it'd make her happier than the alternatives. if there's something to a symbolically narrowed focus that allows for a more solid sense of self... that maybe the way to make something of such a big, big universe is to find a tiny portion of it that's yours and hold onto it tight.