#i am really excited to keep writing this!

[v-arbellanaris]

i feel like some of you are really shooting yourselves in the foot. i get it! trust me, i get it! i, well known dai hater, also have my anxieties abt da4 - and yes, even expectations abt things like where the plot is going to etc - but the teaser is TWO MINUTES LONG and i've been ripping it to shreds to get SOMETHING out of it, but the truth is that it's just not going to be indicative of the full game

the teaser trailers for dao imply that the sacred ashes quest is gonna be the huge memorable quest - and for me, they simply weren't? and how different did the actual game look to the teasers like let's be sooo real. da2 teasers hinged on the qunari invasion which was like... just one of many, many events in da2. and hawke and isabela didnt even look like that. i cant even remember seeing solas in the inquisition trailers?

the teasers aren't even for the plot, is the thing. these teasers are literally companion reveals, of course it's aimed to make the characters look cool and interesting, rather than really foreshadowing anything deep about the storylines - that's for things like tevinter nights, and the comics, and even absolution. it just feels really weird to use the thing they're using to advertise the companions for this game as a metric for the entire game plot and vibes. dao and da2 trailers were SO FUCKING INTENSE and then you get iconic lines like swooping is bad and hawke stepped in the poopy like...............

like da4 is not going to be dao. it's not going to be da2. it's not going to be dai either. all three of these games were tonally totally different from each other, and idk where the expectation is coming from that da4 will be like the other games. especially when the writing direction, as i've talked abt on this blog a few times already, is definitely changing and evolving. whether or not i personally like that direction is irrelevant to the fact it's happening.

i support the haterisms - god knows ive got my issues with it - but sometimes i just think you guys are unnecessarily hostile for weird reasons and i dont get it. "people who hate dragon age the most are people who love it" i dont think you guys like dragon age anymore, is the thing. which is fine, but i'm not obliged to tolerate it, or you. like you can just say: you liked dragon age origins. you liked dragon age 2. you maybe even like dai. and you're not interested in da4. that's fine. because da4 is not those games. i dont really care to hear abt the whinging abt how da's ruined or whatever - da hasn't been the same literally since da2, which was already a tonal shift from dao. da has been changing, and i have opinions abt the changes, but fundamentally, i am - cautiously, warily, anxiously - excited about a new game. new content. new companions. new maps. new knowledge. new narratives to chew on. aren't you?

if you're not, have you considered that you just don't like dragon age anymore? and that's fine? and you can just move on?

and idk why are you acting like a 2 min teaser is gospel for how the entire game is going to anyway? we know practically nothing, and at least try to keep that in mind when you're drawing firm conclusions abt the wholeass game based on the trailers because you literally WILL NOT KNOW. the teaser literally means nothing except: here are your companions. this is what they look like and where they're from. everything else based off the trailers is wild conjecture

[danrifics]

okay. ive tried to write this so many times in so many ways but i think ill keep it simple for my own sake. i’ve been watching dan and phil since 2012, i’ve seen so many things happen, i remember every tour announcement, i remember them announcing dapg, i remember the hiatus. i remember it all. i was a lurker back then, i didn’t make my socials until the day dan came out. watching that coming out video made something click in my little audhd brain and my life has never been the same since.

this isn’t just a fandom to me, it’s my family. and i know people think it’s cringe when we call them our dads but like they really have been parental figures in my life, i found dan and phil when i was barely a teenager i can’t hide from the fact that they shaped who i am today and im glad they did. i don’t wanna know what kinda of world it’d be without them in it, cos this is where i want to be and where i belong.

i know not everyone understands the love i have for them, i know objectively that this is weird but i wouldn’t change any of it. not even one second. a world with dan and phil in it is a world worth living in.

very few things in this world make me show emotion, i rarely get excited about things but i always without fail get excited about them

i’m so grateful that i get to give them my love and i get to receive theirs in return, not many online creators are as parasocial about their fans as their fans are about them but dan and phil are and they clearly value us in their lives and they make sure we know what we mean to them

this is too long and too rambly and what am i even saying anymore but long story short they are quite literally everything to me. i love them more than i could ever love anyone else 💕

[deerlino]

Hiya, I adore your fics, they are so amazing and sweet! ❤️‍🩹 Could I request a fic?? Could you do producer! F! Reader x han? Like they're in a secret relationship and they get caught?? 😂 Could you please make it slightly cracky but also extremely fluffy??

caught in the mix.

han jisung x fem!reader / you and jisung are both producers at the same company, secretly dating. but your cover gets blown, and everyone finds out about your relationship.

additional tags / producer!jisung x producer!reader, (domestic) fluff, secret relationship, getting caught, canon compliant, workplace romance, established relationship, humor, crack, teasing & banter — 773 words in total.

content warnings / mild swearing, kissing (soft kisses, kisses on the neck, some intense moments of kissing)

authors note @ 15092000volcano / this was super cute to write! <3 i haven't done many jisung fics, so i was really excited to get this request. 😋 plus, i’m obsessed with the producer trope right now, so it was the perfect way to spend my sunday evening. thanks, anon, for the sweet request and the kind words about my work—it means a lot! hope you love the fic! 💓

You’re in a dimly lit recording studio, hidden away from the prying eyes of the world. The place is familiar, almost like a second home, except for one crucial detail: this is where you and Jisung have been sneaking off to. You glance over at him as he tinkers with the mixing board, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the computer screen. He catches your eye and shoots you a quick wink, causing your heart to skip a beat.

“Hey, love,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. “Pass me the headphones?”

You slide them over, your fingers brushing against his for a fleeting moment. The touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you wonder how long you can keep this secret from the rest of the team. It’s not that you want to hide your relationship, but you know how chaotic things can get with everyone involved.

Suddenly, the door bursts open, and Chan strides in, his usual confident swagger in place. He freezes mid-step when he sees you and Jisung huddled together.

“Uh, am I interrupting something?” he asks, eyebrow raised.

You both jump apart like you’ve been electrocuted, and Jisung clears his throat awkwardly. “Nope, just, uh, working on a new track.”

Chan’s eyes narrow, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “Right. Working. Sure.” He gives you a pointed look before sauntering out, leaving you both in a flustered silence.

“Well, that was close,” you mutter, trying to steady your racing heart.

Jisung chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Don’t worry, babe. We just need to be more careful.”

The next day, you’re in the kitchen, trying to make coffee without waking up the whole house. Jisung sneaks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You lean into his touch, a content sigh escaping your lips.

“Morning,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

“Morning,” you reply, turning to kiss him properly.

Just as your lips meet, the door swings open again. This time, it’s Felix, his hair a mess and his eyes half-closed. He stops dead in his tracks, blinking rapidly as if he’s not sure he’s really seeing this.

“Oh my God,” Felix says, his voice a mixture of disbelief and amusement. “Are you two...?”

You and Jisung spring apart again, but it’s too late. Felix is already grinning like the Cheshire cat. “This is gold. I can’t wait to tell the others.”

“Felix, no!” you plead, but he’s already out the door, cackling.

Later, you’re sitting in the living room, pretending to watch TV, but your mind is elsewhere. Jisung is next to you, his hand discreetly resting on your thigh. You’re trying to act natural when Seungmin strolls in, phone in hand.

He takes one look at you two and snorts. “You guys are terrible at hiding this, you know?”

Jisung tries to play it cool. “Hiding what?”

Seungmin rolls his eyes. “Please, I’ve seen more subtlety in a sledgehammer. Just be glad it’s me and not someone with a camera.”

Your face heats up, and you bury it in Jisung’s shoulder, mumbling something about how you’re trying your best. Jisung just laughs, pulling you closer.

As the day goes on, you and Jisung keep getting caught. Jeongin walks in on you sharing a secret kiss in the hallway and immediately turns on his heel, muttering about how he didn’t need to see that. Hyunjin catches you holding hands under the table and just smirks, giving you a knowing look. Even Minho, who’s usually oblivious to everything, notices the way you and Jisung look at each other and shakes his head with a sigh.

Finally, the inevitable happens. You’re in the studio again, thinking you’re safe. Jisung has you pressed against the wall, his lips on yours, when the door flies open. This time, it’s everyone—all of them, standing there with various expressions of shock, amusement, and exasperation.

“Seriously?” Chan groans, rubbing his temples. “Can you two not keep it in your pants for one minute?”

Felix is laughing so hard he’s doubled over, while Hyunjin and Jeongin exchange high-fives. Seungmin just looks resigned, and Minho’s smirk is wider than ever.

You and Jisung separate, both of you blushing furiously. “Well,” you say, trying to salvage some dignity. “Surprise?”

“Yeah, no shit,” Chan says, but he’s smiling now. “Just... next time, maybe lock the door?”

Jisung chuckles, pulling you into his side. “Noted, boss.”

As everyone piles into the room, the teasing starts in earnest. You feel a warmth spreading through you, knowing that even though you’ve been caught, you’re surrounded by people who care about you.

© deerlino (est. 100624) ༯ heyo, did you enjoy this piece? if you did, maybe you could reblog, drop a comment, or shoot me an ask to let me know your thoughts. also, feel free to check out my other stuff! thanks a bunch for the support! <3

[ghostkennedy]

Leon's Special Recipes

~neighbor! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader~

randomly had to write this at 3 am last night. definitely leaves space for a part two if anybody's interested, but i do ask for an idea on how it should go! how would you react in this situation?

Word count: 1068

Content warning: nonconsensual cum eating, male masturbation

!!!!!GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+! MINORS DNI!!!!!

“Hi, Leon! Come on in,” You open your front door wide for your neighbor. You live in adjacent townhouses, him living on the end so you’re his only true neighbor.

He steps into your entryway and kicks off his shoes. “So, what brings you here?” He pushes a plastic container into your hands. You open it up and are met with the sweet smell of cookies. “What’s all this?”

He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. “Oh, nothing really. Trying new things; new hobbies and such. Trying my hand at baking and needed a taste tester. Luckily for me, I have a neighbor with a sweet tooth.”

You aren’t looking at him as he speaks, rummaging around in the container of freshly baked sweets. “Oh my God! Chocolate chip?” You pull a cookie out and take a huge bite, eyes rolling into the back of your head as the sugar and gooey chocolate hit your taste buds.

You moan out happily and Leon can’t help but smile widely at you, while also shifting his hips to hide his hardening cock from the sounds you’re making–but that’s not important right now. 

You swallow the bite down quickly before taking another. You talk with your mouth full, doing your best to cover your mouth with your hand, but too excited to bother with proper manners. “These are amazing, Leon! How many did you make?”

“Oh, about a dozen. I did keep some for myself. If a man won’t eat his own product, then it’s not a product worth sharing,” He lies through his teeth. He made a half dozen cookies especially for you. They’re not for him, or anyone else at all for that matter. Only you.

You finish a whole cookie and lead him into the kitchen. “Thank you, Leon. That’s so thoughtful. These aren’t going to last long over here. Can’t control myself around sweets.” Perfect. Knew his girl was greedy and it’s working in his favor so nicely. 

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thinking about trying peanut butter, oatmeal, white chocolate, and sugar cookies. Gotta keep myself busy when I’m not working, you know?”

You reach into the container and pull out another cookie. “Sorry, my mouth started watering at the sound of all of those. You gonna stop at cookies or are you going to expand your baking resume into other goodies?”

He hums thoughtfully, “Maybe. You like cupcakes?”

You smile brightly at him, pure joy in your eyes, “I love them!”

He was hoping you would. He’s been looking at homemade frosting recipes and he thinks he could make a pretty good batch of it. It’d be easy to slip his secret ingredient into those. Yeah. Next time he’s at the store, he’ll buy them out of cupcake supplies. Gonna keep you fully stocked on them. 

“I’m glad we can help each other. I got someone to eat my treats and you get treats.” You nod your head as you nibble on your second cookie. “Anyway, sweetheart. Can’t hang around long, got an early morning tomorrow.” More lies. If he doesn’t get his hand around his cock within the next 5 minutes, he just might come in his pants. 

“Oh, of course. Let me walk you out!” You finish your cookie before walking over to the sink and washing your hands, drying them quickly on your pants before leading him back to the front door.

He’s slipping his shoes back on as you thank him again and he quickly heads out the door, for the safety and privacy of his own home. 

He practically slams his front door and locks it before his hands undo his belt, yanking his cock from his jeans and groaning out as his hand squeezes the base. 

He’s not sure where he read it online, or what he was even looking at to find such a thing. Probably a Reddit thread or some gross porn flick. But as soon as he got the idea to put his semen in food, he couldn’t keep himself from feeding it to you. 

He was constantly popping an erection the days leading up to baking your special cookies. But he kept from touching himself so he’d be loaded and desperate when it came time for your filling. When he was finally ready to add his come to the batter, all it took was a few strokes for him to shoot the fattest load he’s ever managed by himself. 

He quickly shoved his dick back in his pants as he stirred it in and poured them onto a non-stick pan. He was still so pent up, he was hard again before the cookies were even done baking. 

He made 6 average size cookies and 1 mini one. He didn’t really enjoy the idea of eating his own semen cookies, but he had to try it to make sure you couldn’t taste something off. He didn’t think it would make any sort of difference, he maintains an okay diet so he doesn’t taste half bad. But he needed to be thorough because he was desperate for this plan to work out.

And as soon as he popped that mini cookie in his mouth and started chewing, he knew you were going to love them. So many chocolate chips and sugar, it’s a sweets lover’s wet dream. He laid them out to cool while he cleaned up and by time the mess was gone, the cookies were cooled down enough to bring to you. So he cleaned himself up, packed up the cookies and walked over to your place.

Within minutes of returning to his own house, he’s leaned back on his couch, shirt stuffed in his mouth as he shoots more come across his abs. His mind is filled with the fresh memories of you eating your cookies and loving them. Thanking him for his special little treat for you.

And the next day when he runs into you on the way to your car and asks if you ate any more cookies, he’s super pleased when you tell him they’re all gone. Ate another before you went to bed. Got up in the middle of the night, tummy growling for another one. And then ate the last two for breakfast. He tells you he’ll get to work on your next batch and you giddily tell him you just can’t wait to try more of his yummy desserts. 

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[phospheneics]

Girlll I just graduated 🤪 and I am an Aizawa whore so I was wondering if you could write a Aizawa x reader who just graduated. She has been having a crush on him for the longest and a few months after graduating she somehow crosses paths with him and ykyk something blossoms between them ;)

girl, you and me both 🍬

6:45 am, 8/14

As you made your way through the busy and bustling streets of Musutafu, you found yourself at your local coffee shop once again before your 9-5 shift. Since your graduation from UA 3 months ago, you have just been working an office job in the city while figuring out your career plans. Although studying in the hero course, your heart wasn't really set on becoming a hero. 

After placing your order, you step out of line and take a seat at a small table in the corner. You pulled your laptop out to review your tasks for the day. You do this every morning before you even go into work. You always make sure to get to the coffee shop early so you'll have the time to do this.

As you're going over your tasks for the day, lost in thought, you hear your name being called. 

"Y/N?"

You look up to see none other than your former teacher, Shota Aizawa. His comforting and familiar presence immediately washed over you. His reassuring demeanor was truly what made you fall for him months back. Thinking back on it, you cringe at the fact that you probably made your feelings for him a bit too transparent. 

"Aizawa," you greeted him with a hesitant smile. Your heart begins to race. 

"Good to see you, Y/N. How have you been?" he questions, his tone as gentle as ever. 

His question lingered in the air as you paused to clear your throat. "Fine, fine." You replied. "Still figuring things out, you know?". 

He gives you a reassuring nod at your response, "I can understand that." He says. 

You grab your drink and make your way back over to Aizawa. He takes a seat at your table, and you can't help but feel a bolt of excitement at his proximity. 

"So, how's teaching been going?" You question. 

He chuckles. "Busy as usual," he replies, sipping on his coffee. "But I can't complain. It's what I signed up for."

You nod and shoot him a smile. 

"What about you, Y/N? How's office life treating you?" He asks. 

You hesitate before answering his question. "It's.. okay." You answer. "It's not exactly what I pictured myself doing after graduation though."

Aizawa gives you an understanding nod. His expression is comforting. "I get that," he says. "I'm sure whatever you do will be great." He gives you a smile that makes your heart race.

As you continue your conversation, you take notice of his lingering touches and prolonged stares. You find yourself leaning in a little bit closer to him. The barriers that once separated the two of you from forming a connection have slowly melted away. The undeniable chemistry between you two is no secret. With each subtle glance and shared touch, tension grows between you two. 

As Aizawa leans in, he keeps his gaze focused on your lips. You feel a flutter of anticipation and a hint of nervousness. His presence, though familiar, carries a different weight now that you're no longer his student. You try to maintain your composure, but it's hard to ignore the rush of emotions swirling within you.

Meeting his gaze, you find yourself drawn into the depths of his eyes, searching for any hint of what he might be feeling. His expression is unreadable, yet there's a warmth in his gaze that sends a shiver down your spine.

And then, without another word, he leans into you. His lips brush up against yours with a gentle passion that takes your breath away.  The loud noises of the cafe that once surrounded you two have seemed to fade away.

His warmth washes over you as your lips linger a moment longer. You can taste the coffee on his lips. His embrace pulls you closer as if he's trying to bridge the gap between your souls.

As the intense moment comes to an end, you catch your breath, your eyes meeting Aizawa's. His gaze softens on you as he reaches to brush stray hair out of your face.

"Y/N…, I wish I could've done that a lot sooner." He whispers.

A rush of warmth spreads through you at his words. "Me too" you admit. 

As you both remain in this moment, you are locked in each other's gaze. His touch brought your past feelings back to light. You felt at home with him.

[thepenultimateword]

Writing Challenge!

Hello, everyone! As I mentioned a few days ago, I am hosting another writing challenge! I loved reading what everyone came up with in the last challenge I hosted, so I’m excited to see more cool stories this time around!

What is the challenge?

The premise for this challenge is fairytales! In this challenge I will assign everyone who decides to participate two fairytales! You then must write your own adaptation that combines the two stories together. This can be done anyway you like—for example you can keep it in its original setting, tell it in a fairytale style, modernize it, change its genre, swap character roles, etc.—but the fairytales must be at least somewhat recognizable

Is there a deadline?

To make this more of a challenge, there will of course be a deadline! That deadline is July 1st, giving you until the end of the month to write your story! Because this challenge is individual, there’s nothing wrong with going over the deadline; meeting it on time will just give you a sense of accomplishment. It will also just be fun to flood the feeds with fairytales that day!

How do I join and is there a time limit for joining?

If you would like to join the challenge, send me a message, and I will start sending out fairytale combos (which I will choose through a randomizer) sometime in the morning of June 11th (Mountain Standard Time).

The individualness of this challenge also means that anyone can join at any time throughout the challenge, just know that you will still have the same deadline as everyone else.

Does this challenge have any conditions?

This challenge is open to anyone who wants to join whether this is your first time writing or you’re an established writblr.

There is also no specific word-count requirement for this challenge. It can be as short or as long as you like as long as you get your fairytales across.

I’m also not going to restrict what people choose to write, just make sure if you write something with themes that could cause someone discomfort that you tag it appropriately, that way everyone knows which stories they feel comfortable reading.

Other Details

In order to make finding everyone’s stories easier, when you post your story on July 1st, use the tag #ficsandfables. That way, even if you aren’t being followed by all the participants, everyone can find your story.

Also, feel free to reach out to me if you have any issues with the fairytales you are assigned. If for some reason you just really aren’t vibing with your given fairytales, we can see about switching them out. But please only do this if you are really struggling, not just because you have a preference, part of the fun of the challenge is writing an adaptation you might not have thought of doing otherwise.

You may choose for yourself whether you want to keep your fairytale combo a surprise or not. If you don’t mind people knowing ahead of the deadline, feel free to brainstorm with others if you need to!

Most importantly have fun with this!

P.S. Because I don’t know how many participants we will end up with, and there are a limited number of fairytales (at least immediately recognizable ones) some people will probably end up with one of the same fairytales as another, but I will try to avoid anyone getting the exact same combo.

[chukys-mouthguard]

8. “What are you wearing right now?” w/ Trevor Zegras

I love your work!!!

Prompt: “What are you wearing right now?”

Note: i actually got so excited to write this because i recently have watched a few videos with Trevor and his personality cracks me up, so i tried channeling it as best i could since im still not super familiar with him 😅🤞🏼thank you so much for the kind words, hopefully you love this as well!

“I am desperate for this road trip to end, ohhh my gosh.”

Trevor playfully groaned as you heard him unlocking the door to his hotel room, laughing as you rolled over in bed to plug your phone in after placing the call on speaker.

“So you can get home to see me right?”

You joked as you bit your lip, Trevor agreeing as he set his wallet on the table before plopping down on the bed. “Well of course! That’s actually the only thing getting me through this road trip. I keep dreaming about your world famous pancakes, oh baby I can’t wait to get some of those when I get home.”

“Trev, you’re the only person who has ever eaten my pancakes, not sure they are world famous.”

He laughed as he protested, “Not true, I travel the world and tell people, so they are most definitely world famous.” “If you wanna count Canada and the United States as the world, then it sounds good to me babe.”

The two of you sighed, almost in unison, as you both lay in bed staring at the ceiling. This road trip had been one of the longest Trevor had been on in awhile, and you were definitely missing him. In more ways than one.

The bed felt colder, bigger, without him sleeping next to you. The dinner table was more lonely. Watching your favorite shared trashy reality tv definitely wasn’t the same. Though you two would check in after episodes to debrief and be sure you both stayed up to date on things.

As you laid in bed thinking of Trevor, one of his tshirts covering your body, engulfing you in the smell of his cologne. You were tempted to see how much fun you could have with him.

“Hey Trev?”

“Hmm?”

He hummed a response as he laid in bed with his eyes closed, enjoying the sound of your voice as he intently listened.

“What are you wearing right now?”

His eyes shot open at your words, not expecting that to come out of your mouth in a million years. “Uhhhhhh, ummm.”

You slightly smirked at how flustered he’d become, though you weren’t entirely surprised. This wasn’t something you’d ever tried with him before.

“See, there’s a really funny story about what I’ve got on. But, I just, I don’t know if I can confess to it right now.”

Rolling onto your side you stared at your phone confused, wondering what the hell your boyfriend had on. “Yeah no you’re definitely gonna have to explain because what?”

The two of you were laughing as Trevor was growing red with embarrassment. “Okay, fine. So..John thought it would be a great idea for us to do one of those t-shirt exchange things for our team dinner tonight. And, god mine is awful! I don’t even know if I can tell you babe.”

The idea of John Gibson coordinating a t-shirt exchange for the team dinner had you practically in tears. It was nothing surprising from this group of guys, but you could only imagine some of the shirts they’d bought for each other.

Trevor continued on, telling you some of the shirts the other guys were stuck wearing, but the ping of a new text distracted you as you opened up a message from the culprit John Gibson himself.

The text was simply a photo of Trevor smiling, with two thumbs up in his t-shirt that read “Appreciate the little things” with an arrow pointing down at his crotch.

“Oh my god, well, John beat you to it and told me himself.”

Trevor couldn’t hold in his laughter as he heard you cackling into your pillow.

“It’s so bad! Like I had one of the worst shirts tonight, imagine how embarrassing that was to wear out!”

He groaned as you were finally reeling in your amusement.

“Maybe they are just jealous, or they didn’t want people to know what you’ve really got going on down there, so it was like a fake out.”

“Who freaking knows, but I think I need to burn this shirt. And the pictures, gotta burn the pictures.”

“Well, it looks like Caufield got his hands on it, so I’m not sure your efforts will be worth anything.”

Trevor cursed to himself at the thought of his best friend having the photo. Knowing instantly that it would be sent out in every group chat and plastered everywhere for anyone to see.

“Well, it was nice knowing you. Because if Caufield has that photo I am officially retiring and entering the witness protection program.”

“Trevor, don't be so dramatic! I’m sure it’s all gonna be fine.”

Another groan escaped his lips as you assumed he’d gotten a text or someone had posted a picture of him, not bothering to ask as to not make him feel any worse than he already did. Just letting him continue being a little dramatic, promising him world famous pancakes when he got home to try and lift his spirits.

[neet-elite]

↳ EVENT 33. M!Kylar (Worship & Watersports)

Pairing: M!Kylar / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 2,592 Warnings: body worship, watersports, piss, yandere, fluffy, bathing Prompt(s): 05 — worship + 17 — watersports Event Masterlist: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: i found it difficult trying to put both of these prompts together. like the body worship i GOT, but it always felt like i was just throwing watersports in for the hell of it. in the end, i hope i managed to meld the two prompts together well enough to where they flow (pun intended) nicely together. it was a challenge, and for that, i am thankful !! i had a lot of fun with where this piece goes, i hope you know what i mean... i don't want to spoil you! sometimes its nice to try new things. also, the style of this piece is a bit more in line with my non fanfic related writing style, but i hope it's still enjoyable!!

If his heart was beating any faster than it already is, he's sure he'd be having a clinical heart attack by now.

Shivering in the tub, despite the water you had ran for him being hot— perhaps a little too much so, given how red his body looks from head to toe— excitement fills him full. Pools in his tummy, has his breath all shaky and unstable as you make him wait like a good dog. Naked and exposed for you to leer at as you undress too, he struggles to keep his eyes off of you in spite of the giddy vulnerability that courses through his veins. Unsure of if he's even allowed to take a peek, and inevitably doing so anyway as the shuffles of clothing beg for his attention.

A trembled "Oh..." escapes him at the angelic sight, barely there and hardly audible given how loudly his heart thumps for you, a complete and utter mess for you before you've even gotten in the bath with him. Unable to voice the overfilled affections he regards you with, spilling out instead as sighs and gasps as he witnesses the perfection that you are, how soft and pretty you look when undressing before him, matching his state of undress with such ease that he feels as though he's going to choke on how much he adores you.

And the loving smile you adorn when catching his eye only exacerbates his issue, prompting him into giving you a forced rushed smile in return. A creepy one, he's been told. Bullied into submission over before by others, but the way you so easily allow him to melt before you is unusually comforting; stark acceptance is not something he's used to, you know?

But it almost pains him, in a sense. To have someone as perfect and pretty as you inch closer towards him, his gaze uncertain of where it wants to settle because there are so many choices to pick from when it comes to you. Your face is so beautiful to him, of course, but especially when you smile upon him like that. Like you embody the sun itself, captured by his dirty hands so that only he may feel your warmth shining down on him. And your body, God— he can think of no word other than perfect, dripping down his throat with suffocating compliance, as if merely watching you step into the bath with him was a miracle in and of itself, something borne out of his late night fantasies and only those lewd imaginings. It's a difficult pill to swallow that you're enacting his deepest secrets willingly, unprompted. You get it, right?

Only, this doesn't feel lewd, does it? Despite the fact that both he and yourself are naked, the water splashing around him gently as you dip into the tub with him, his vision honing in on the way your tits bounce with your movements, prompting him to swallow the lump of love deep seated in his throat so that he can mutter a soft "Hello.", this isn't lust induced by any stretch of the imagination. This isn't lewd so much as it is love, right? Pure, unadulterated, love. The thought of which makes his chest all tight, feeling a little lightheaded as you get comfortable and settled at the other end of the tub from him as if it were the most normal thing in the world. And really, deep down, he knows that it is; two lovers sharing the water together is expected, right? Allowing him the pleasure of simply staring, letting his eyes travel all over your body as you sit pretty for him, cock understandably twitching under the water for attention as he gawks openly at the way you tenderly rub at your arms, get yourself all wet.

"Is the water a good temperature?" Your voice suddenly pulls him from his self indulgent thoughts, and he's quick to reassure you that yes, it's perfect, just like you, with a snap nod. Voice lost on him with how close you are to him right now, his jaw tight and tense and lips sealed out of fear of saying the wrong thing, not when you're being so kind to him.

Which is a strange feeling, he settles on. It feels weird to have you be so affectionate towards him, to simply exist by his side without expecting anything else of him— and yet still, it's nice. A welcome change of pace, now that you've accepted your place by his side. A little weirdness never hurt him before, so he does his best to welcome your generosity with, well, he can't say open arms. Not when he hugs his knees tight to his chest at the tap end of the bath, humming absently to himself at the way his cock hardens between his legs, thighs squishing around his length out of obligation rather than anything else. The silence you offer him in return feels light, almost airy in how low your expectations are, and he's not quite sure how to proceed.

Not because he doesn't have things he wants to say or things he wants to do, but because you look upon him with such love. So much reassurance in your half lidded gaze, the feeling of your toes rubbing soothingly along the underside of his thighs as he shakes before you, how every time you move your body a little bit of the water spills over and out of the tub, his emotions with it.

He finds himself relating to the tub, and how small it feels now that you're in it with him. Residing in his heart, always, turning the empty space fit to burst with your mere presence. He relates to the spilling water in a way closely linked to his excitement, how overwhelming it feels when it burrows down to his tummy, making his cock all twitchy against him, how he feels as though he's about to vomit any time your eyes land on his and he has to immediately look away. He's reminded of how you laugh at him some days, reminding him that he wanted this, so why is he so shy now? The kind of excitement that leaves him stuttering, quiet, going with the flow of you as he's renders a mere spill to the floor.

"You know," You start, his eyes darting to your face, pupils surely blown wide from how hazy his vision appears. The dulcet tone of your voice alone is enough to leave him overstimulated, a burn at his core giving way to something he really shouldn't do, so he ignores it for now. Would rather listen to you talk for hours and hours and hours anyway. "I read online somewhere , I don't remember where... That, um... Well, maybe it's just an anecdote, now that I think about it, but," God, fuck, he's so terribly in love with you and your rambling, seething behind his knees, peering above them as you make idle chatter between grabbing the soap by your side and glaring at his meek attitude. "Baths can cure ninety percent of what's wrong with you. That there's very little baths can't help you with, y'know? Something about water being healing, or whatever." You giggle, and he thinks to himself that rather than the bath water being what cures him, it's the high pitched tone of your laughter that'll heal all that ails him. The sentiment is nice, though. You're nice, prompting him into turning around, offering your soapy hand to his back.

"Oh, y-you don't need to, y'know..." He trails off, cheeks heated at the understanding of what you're asking him to do, worried that he may taint you the same way he's been dirtied already, and yet—

"Please. I'd like to, you'll do it for me, right?"

"A-Always... If you're sure..."

You've likened him to a dog plenty times before, and he thinks he finally understands it now. The feeling of your tender loving paw against his shivering skin, rubbing in the soap, letting it soak through his filth; he's both surprised and a little ashamed at how much he loves the feeling of being looked after by you, fervour rising tight in his body, cock twitching away in private as you do good to care for him. And just like the dog you claim him to be, he can't help but to yearn, deep in the pit of his stomach, in his heart, in his hazy mind, and in his throbbing cock, to do whatever you so much as ask of him— not in the least including allowing you to wash him, soaping together in a sacred act of affection. Look, he begs to whisper, how eager I am to drown for you. Soaking up all that your light touch has to offer him, seeping deeper into the water and, by extension, in closer proximity against you. Instinctively leaning back to give you more surface area to cover, keeping his face hidden behind his knees, cowering from the amount of care and attention your promising fingers imbue into him. He's never been treated so kindly before, a soft fuzz filling his lungs at just how slow and careful you are, making sure to reach every inch of his skin. And it feels funny in his tummy to be the one being worshipped, but it's a feeling he wants for more than anything else to get used to, especially since you're so good at it.

Not lewd, remember, but rather... Adoration. Innocent devotion, if he wanted to be flowery about it. An uncharacteristically soft smile tugging on his lips for only him to see as your silky smooth hands wash over his shoulders, tracing the outline of his spine, and back up again. A rushed gasp escaping him when your eager fingers traverse around to his chest, wrapping him up in one big frothy hug for him to whine at.

"You know," Another rub of his chest, touching him so gently, so lightly, as if you were afraid he'd shatter before you if you applied any ounce more of pressure to his shaking frame. He's not used to this sort of worship, the ghostly touch you offer him as you help clean his chest, his neck, the feeling of your hands wrapped around his gasping throat causing his cock to twitch some more, to spill precum all over the bath water as you apply just the minimal amount of pressure to edge his excitement. And in his tummy, the pressure increases too, only without your touch. A creeping, growing need coiling ever tighter with each second of your love that passes by. "I've always thought, you... As in the general you, maybe not you specifically..." another giggle, sounding right by his ear for him to gulp at. Yeah, he thinks to himself. You're probably right. You've come to know him so intimately that he's sure you know him better than himself by now, which is why he trusts you so wholeheartedly to look after him, to praise each individual limb of his until you're satisfied. It's the least he could do, he thinks. "You could fuck anyone, right? Easily done. But, there are very few people you'd be willing to share a bath with."

In that, you love him enough to do so, right? In that, as he melts into the warm water surrounding him, leaning against your naked front to peer up at you with a wobble in his lips, he's lucky, right?

He's only ever wanted you. Obsessed from the beginning, willing and wanting to worship every part of you for all eternity— and yet here he is, cock rock hard and ignored, letting you grab the bottle of shampoo to slowly scrub his head clean, each and every dig of your nails against his scalp whispering reverence, his easily excitable attitude getting the better of him as he suddenly jumps away from you the moment he feels his eyes start to close in an attempt to escape you tender clutches.

"Kylar?" Ah, the worry lacing your words doesn't help his position, making that tight ball of need grow increasingly bigger. "Are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh, y-yeah..." He mumbles more to himself than anything else, fists balled between his legs— if he had a tail, it'd surely be wagging furiously from how happy he is right now, in spite of his outward anxieties. "It's— It's just, um..."

You hum, and he wants to look at you, to reassure you that his reaction to the gentle care you've provided him isn't the reason behind his scare. But rather, something a little more embarrassing. A product of his dog like excitement, chewing on his bottom lip in idle fascination. He's never quite felt this way before, it's nice to experience it for the first time with the love of his life.

"It's okay," You shuffle closer, much like earlier when you had inched towards the tub, his heart stuttering in his chest from sheer nervous delight thrumming through him, making his cock all wet and ah, the feeling of your lips pressing light against his shoulder, barely there if he's honest, tips him over the edge. He tried so hard to hold back for you, but as with all things, you know best.

"It's... It's coming out..." He resigns, removing his hands to let you watch with him as a stream of piss is shot from his rock hard cock, yellow streaming from his tip as his length throbs, pulses under your watchful eye, as if begging for your utmost attention. Do you see what you do to me? Got me so excited, I— I couldn't help myself. Like a fucking dog, pissing all over himself because he got too excited by your meagre touch, by the way you watch him turn the tub a funny colour with only curiosity, allowing him to empty himself in the shared bath before nonchalantly returning your attention back to worshipping his body; hands reverting back to his head to finish the shampoo job he'd just interrupted to piss, and he can't stop the mewl that escapes him at the generous scratch your nails offer him.

"It's okay," You kiss his cheek, and he has to clench his fists a little harder to avoid touching himself in response. "Even that, too, is worthy of love, don't you think?"

"My, uh... The pee?" He gasps, relishing in the way you just instinctively know how to satisfy him, silent proof of your loyalty, that you were made for him— so perfect for him that you don't mind the fact that he's just pissed himself, even?

"Mhm. Promise." You continue cleaning him, the clatter of a cup filling with water before you pour it atop his head ringing in his ears, a stark reminder of his piss dripping from his fluttering eyelashes when you prompt him into turning around, his face all scrunched up in what he can only assume resembles pain from your doting smile.

"My turn." Is all you say before turning around too, edging backwards so that you're closer to him, and he intuitively grabs at the soap by your side.

Nothing, no one, could ever hope to make him feel as loved, accepted, and worshipped as you've made him feel tonight. Sitting in the bath together, a mix of fluids he can only hope include your own. He gets it's now.

You aren't trying to clean so much as you're trying to resemble his filth, right?

[remyfire]

korean war anaesthesia practices? please sir some korean war anaesthesia practices? 🤲🥺

God I am so excited. I love you.

What I need you to know is I spent multiple hours over multiple days researching this just for Leo Bardonaro backstory that I am probably never going to get to write in detail anyway. I headcanon Leo as an anesthesiologist. Also I think it's a shame that they stopped having at least one or two dedicated anesthesiologists in the show after Ugly John because it's such a complex set of measurements to understand and as important a trained specialty as any other. It's difficult to pick it up off the cuff if you haven't been properly educated. I appreciate little moments such as in Bug Out when Hawk snaps at BJ when Beej is the one setting up the anesthesia. Very true to life and history when anesthesiologists were thin on the ground in Korea and doctors or nurses did have to double up, and also affording MASH their smaller cast to focus on.

Side note, I discovered first in my research that anesthesiologist and anesthetist are two different terms. An anesthesiologist is a medical doctor while an anesthetist is a nurse who has received the training to administer anesthesia, either assisting the anesthesiologist or working independently. The more you know!

Now let's get to excited autistic rambling :D :D :D

This is the Ohio 685A military model anesthesia machine, affectionately referred to as The Pig. This is the machine that was most commonly in use during the Korean War, all the way through to the beginning of the Vietnam War. It was important because it was lightweight, easy to disassemble, and it broke down into an easy-to-carry box in the event of the MASH unit needing to bug out.

Look how cute it is!!! My best friend The Pig I love them so much. An anesthesiologist was not only keeping a close eye on vitals and ready to spring into action at a moment's notice, but they were also constantly watching the levels of administered nitrous oxide (what we know colloquially as laughing gas) and oxygen (which has to be administered as a level of at least 20%) to make sure they were giving enough to keep the patient under but not enough to cause them long-term damage of any kind. This is important given that nitrous oxide causes intracranial pressure, for example.

An interesting thing to note is that while they had begun to pioneer intubation as a way to administer an anesthetic in WWII and saw impressive results, in the Korean War, the majority of patients were still anesthetized by mask on account of the doctors having to work so quickly and efficiently that they most often defaulted to the techniques they were familiar with if they did not have to change. This might also be why a large number of doctors would choose to administer a spinal anesthetic instead of using a mask.

So the rabbit hole I really went down was how we typically see anesthesia used in media versus the reality of it. We're used to seeing them just put a mask on the patient's face and they're out immediately. Not quite accurate! Nitrous oxide alone will not put a patient to sleep. It's a wonderful pain reducer and produces a sense of euphoria and it's incredibly fast-acting, only taking a few minutes to reach full effect. But anesthesiologists would first administer something to induct unconsciousness, most popularly a dose of thiopental into the patient's IV line.

Thiopental is a barbiturate often used as an induction agent. Within 30 to 45 seconds, the drug reaches the brain and makes the patient unconscious (an interesting thing is that thiopental also reduces intracranial pressure, which was also helpful with the comment above about nitrous oxide causing that). But thiopental itself will wear off within around 5 to 10 minutes as the drug leaves the brain and circulates through the entire body, thus meaning the patient would wake back up.

This is where nitrous oxide comes in!! The thiopental injection induces unconsciousness and the nitrous oxide maintains it. Because nitrous oxide as a gas dissipates so quickly in our system, removing the mask will have a patient coming back to consciousness within minutes.

With how rapidly things had to move in surgery in a Korean War MASH unit, the anesthesiologists had to be on their fucking game. If they administered just a little too much of an induction agent or nitrous oxide, severe side effects could occur. Patients would suffer convulsions, damage to the brain. A wrong dose was a ticket to total shock, heart attacks, death. It's so stressful to read about and also so cool. The surgeons always get the big bucks but other doctors deserve their flowers too.

This was a fun hour of rambling!! Thank you for asking :D

[three--rings]

So it's time for my "alt-right dudebro gamer" Dragon Age opinions.

(Note: I'm a 45 year old womanesque queer person who mostly plays indie and Japanese games.)

(To further my cred I was super excited to meet and hear Karen and Patrick Weekes talk about this game in development at Havencon a couple years ago...it's a small queer con in Austin.)

Dragon Age is my all-time favorite game series. I adored Inquisition, though DA2 has my favorite characters overall.

My opinions about the gameplay reveal are:

The environments and background graphics and effects look awesome.

The character design still bugs me quite a bit. The faces, ESPECIALLY the female faces look Disney/anime/Overwatchy in structure. The textures looks a lot better in game than in that trailer. I miss my Not Particularly Pretty Female Characters. They have sameface now.

There's something off in the lip syncing. Mouth animations looks weird. I can't define it more than that but I noticed it with multiple characters and it through me out.

Varric's hair annoys me SO MUCH. Someone pointed out he looks like Blackwall and now I CANNOT UNSEE.

The structure of the game/quests/whatever looks fine, this reminds me of all the moments running around Haven at the beginning of Inquisition. Some of my least favorite moments, but yanno.

The combat. I'm very worried about the combat.

I am 45 years old and I have arthritis in my hands from gaming and knitting. I gave up knitting to keep gaming. I cannot play some action games. Like Hades, I tried but simply couldn't continue more than an hour because of the pain. And that's with my hands in good shape these days.

Some action games I can play, but only on easy, and sometimes only if I limit my playtime. This is simply a reality I've had to get used to, but it does kill me sometimes.

Do you know how enjoyable it was to pick up Baldur's Gate 3 and be able to put it on a higher difficulty, to be able to actually struggle through combats and have to use tricks and my brain and try and fail and do it again, all without worrying about my hands? Makes me think I need to replay Origins again.

So I'm concerned. The combat in this game is focused on attack type, dodging, parrying, countering (according to bioware)....all stuff that requires quick and frequent button mashing, which is what I can't do. So I'm looking at a game that I can probably only play on easy and maybe even not then? In my favorite game series.

The question we don't really know is how different it will be from Inquisition, and I find it hard to tell from the footage since we can't see what buttons are being pressed. But I'll say that while I love it, Inquisition was the game that first hurt my hands. It made me aware of the problem and made me have to start limiting my activity.

IDK . I just hate the idea that devs have that turn based games can't do well and are inherently not exciting.

Fucking Solas motherfucking killed Bianca! That was the first time in these reveals I've been 100% reacting as a fan. NOT BIANCA!!!! HE MUST DIE!

Oh I did like the Rook in the gameplay and his face looked good. Again I feel like it's the character design and not the engine that is the problem.

As for the plot, it's interesting that Solas has gone from Main Antagonist to Opening Antagonist and I wonder if he's actually going to transition to an ally later in the game to undo whatever the fuck has gone wrong in this clip.

I do still have some worries about the writing. "She's greatest detective ever and she has a lead on Solas." So do you think that lead is the giant glowing thing in the middle of the city spitting out demons? Did you need a great detective?

And basically nothing I've seen so far has super MOVED me, as someone with serious connections to this world and the characters, other than the fucking Bianca moment. I'm hesitantly curious about some of the new companions. And if the griffon thing had come at a moment other than me going WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS? in the trailer I may have been a lot more excited.

So yeah, call me a hater or whatever. But that trailer reveal CRUSHED me emotionally. I was so depressed the rest of the day Sunday. These are my true reactions to the gameplay footage today. I don't have an agenda, other than I want the game to be good and I want it to do well and my confidence in EA and Bioware is at a very low point.

I've tried to keep a realistic mindset this whole time, but keeping in mind HOW MANY PEOPLE have left Bioware, how few OGs are left, the constant turnover in leads, the game being scrapped and redone like twice from scratch. And the game industry as a whole at this time, I have to be somewhat skeptical in general.

I'm not a skeptic overall, I was both a Cyperpunk 2077 enjoyer (but not apologist) and a Starfield defender and frankly there was a lot less reason to be skeptical of those games before release. So am I going to say "well I've been a Bioware fan since KOTOR 1 released, so I'm gonna hype it up and not point out flaws I see?" No. I'm going to be honest.

I'm not a casual Dragon Age enjoyer. I can't react casually to this stuff.

Will I play the game? Almost definitely, but am I going to wait till the release reviews? Probably.

[upat4amwiththemoon]

amelia shepherd x fem!reader that’s an intern or resident who keeps logging in hours on neuro when they aren’t really interested in it just to see amelia. and eventually amelia noticed and asked why. i don’t really have an idea for an ending but like fluff

girls

Summary: They’re so pretty it hurts.

Pairing: Amelia Shepherd x female!reader

Warnings: my medical knowledge is zero, Scout doesn’t exist

Word count: 911

a/n: Amelia is keeping the whole show together

masterlists | guidelines

“Y/N.” Amelia smiles as she sees the woman she has gotten to know well these past months. “More neuro hours, huh? Should I feel threatened you’ll take my spot as the head of neuro one day?” She grins, holding onto the tablet with all of her patients’ information.

Y/N laughs, following Amelia as they start walking. “No way. I don’t think you should be threatened by anyone.”

“I agree.” Handing the tablet to Y/N, Amelia opens the door to a room full of MRI scan images. They stand there for a moment, watching the images. “What do you see?”

Straightening her posture, she clears her throat and stares at the pictures more closely. “Uhm…a brain tumor?”

“Are you asking me?”

“No.” Y/N shakes her head quickly, turning her gaze to Amelia. “It’s a brain tumor.”

“It is.” Amelia takes down the pictures. “What do we have to do?”

“Do a biopsy to figure out what type of tumor it is.”

Nodding, she puts the pictures aside and gestures for Y/N to follow her. They walk through the hospital hallways, all the way to the patient’s room. “Good morning, Mrs Noceda”. Amelia smiles as they settle into the room. She gives Y/N a look, giving her the moment to present the patient.

“Mrs Noceda, 53 years old, came to the hospital yesterday due to multiple complications, a MRI scan was made and a tumor was found.” Y/N lists, her eyes staying on the patient and Amelia. “Today’s agenda will be biopsy, which will tell us how to proceed.”

“Does that sound good?”

“Of course, you know best, Doctor Shepherd.” Mrs Noceda has a gentle smile on her face despite everything going on.

“Then we will get you into biopsy right away. Y/N will come and prepare you in just a moment.” Amelia takes the tablet from Y/N after they walk out of the room. “Make sure we have an OR ready soon, then prepare Mrs Noceda for the biopsy.” She writes the new information down on Mrs Noceda’s file.

“Yes, Doctor Shepherd.”

“You’ll join me on the biopsy.”

Y/N’s eyes widen momentarily, but she manages to keep herself in check. “If you wish so, Doctor Shepherd.”

“If you wish so?” With furrowed brows and a confused grin, Amelia turns her attention to Y/N. “A little more excitement would be great.”

“Sorry, I truly am very excited to be in this with you.”

She doesn’t look convinced, but there’s no time to dwell on the details. “Alright. Go get everything ready.”

“Yes, Doctor Shepherd.” With that, Y/N is off to book an OR and prepare Mrs Noceda for her biopsy.

After the biopsy, Y/N and Amelia are waiting to hear back from the lab to get the results. The latter is tapping her fingers against a table as she moves back and forth on the chair. “Y/N.”

“Yeah?” Y/N is sorting through papers. They’re cases from different branches, ortho, peds, general, cardio, and so on.

“Don’t take this as an attack,” now Y/N’s attention moves to Amelia, “why do you keep logging hours in neuro? You don’t seem too interested in it. Which I don’t get, neuro is easily the best and you’re really good at it.”

”Oh.” Y/N avoids eye contact. She didn’t think Amelia would notice her lack of interest to neuro despite the many hours she spends with the doctor. “Well…” she searches for words, though it’s clear she isn’t finding any.

“Are you here because of me?” Amelia has a playful grin on her face, which changes immediately as she notices Y/N somehow becoming even more uncomfortable. “You are?”

She lets out a breath, her cheeks puffing as she nods. “Maybe.” Her voice is a quiet mumble.

Amelia doesn’t know how to answer, not expecting this to be the actual reason for Y/N’s decision to spend time in neuro. She sits up straighter, pulling the chair closer to Y/N with her legs.

“I understand if you wish me to stop doing neuro.” Y/N says quickly.

She shakes her head. “I want you to do neuro if you enjoy it. I don’t want you to be here while wishing to log more hours into something else.” Her voice is gentle and comforting. “You are an intern, and I am in a position of power,” Y/N opens her mouth, but Amelia raises her hand to stop her, “however, I would be lying if I said I haven’t gotten…attached.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” Amelia smiles when Y/N’s whole face brightens. “Don’t get too excited. All of this, whatever it is, has to happen slowly and discreetly, preferably out of the hospital.”

“I understand.”

“And you have to start logging hours into the branches you’re actually interested in.”

Y/N’s face falls momentarily, but she smiles quickly. She knows it’s for the better, she won’t become a good doctor by pining after someone while doing something she isn’t interested in. “Okay. I’ll start logging hours on other things too.”

“Good.”

“So…” Y/N fidgets with her fingers. “Does that mean we could go on a date?”

“We’ll go on a date. After we help Mrs Noceda with her tumor.”

She giggles in excitement. “Yes, Doctor Shepherd.” Amelia rolls her eyes with a grin, patting her arm before moving her chair right next to Y/N, curious with the other cases she’s studying.

[starryeyedjanai]

okay, since kas!eddie won the poll, here is ~550 words of the beginning sequence:

cw: character death mention (eddie, obviously, since this is a kas!eddie story)

Steve is having trouble sleeping.

He’s been having trouble sleeping. Since the beginning, since the first time he had to use his nail bat to kill something, he’s had these dreams.

It’s always these nightmares that wreck him so completely that he has trouble calming down for hours after they happen. He doesn't know how everyone else sleeps fine after everything they’ve seen, everything they’ve been through.

He’s watched Robin sleep peacefully, he’s seen Dustin sprawled out on his couch, totally conked out. But he can't seem to sleep in peace.

They usually lessen, as time moves on. At least until the next bad thing happens.

And this time, it feels like the nightmares will never stop.

He screams himself awake, tears in his eyes, multiple times a week, after nightmares of leaving Eddie’s bloody, limp body in the Upside Down haunt him. He can't seem to shake it.

Robin invites him over for a sleepover and he has to say no, because he isn't sure he’s not going to scream bloody murder in the middle of the night at her place. It usually helps, having someone next to him, but this time he’s not so sure. So he declines and tries not to feel bad about the sad look Robin gives him.

The nightmares aren’t anything to write home about this time around, for the most part. Granted, sometimes he’s being torn apart by the demobats or he’s watching all of his friends around him die instead of just one. But. For the most part, they’re tame. It’s nothing that should spark the kind of reaction he’s been having, waking up with his throat hoarse from screaming.

It’s usually just the end.

Usually just Dustin begging him not to leave Eddie’s body behind. It’s him, looking down at Eddie’s glassy eyes and feeling like his heart is being torn out of his chest. Because he can’t help him, he knows he’s not strong enough. Not with his wounds and not after running around trying to protect everyone from Vecna all night. He’s not strong enough to save him.

So he screams. Sometimes, he’s the one being dragged away from Eddie's body, not Dustin. Sometimes, he’s back on the other side, screaming out of frustration and loss because he lost something too. Dustin wasn't the only one to lose someone.

He couldn't scream, couldn't do anything but sit there numbly when it happened, letting Dustin yell and scream and spit insults and vitriol at him because he just left Eddie there. He couldn't do anything but sit there because he agreed. He should have been stronger.

But in his dreams, in his nightmares, he screams until his voice is shot. He lets out the anger he keeps inside all the time. He screams until he feels hollow with it, all the fight taken out of him.

And he wakes up in tears, every single time.

Because Eddie was-

God, Steve can't even think about him without wanting to cry, so he doesn't think about him, except for the fraught moments after waking up after dreaming about him.

Because he was important. And now Steve will never know if what was happening between them was real or if it was just in his head.

Because his entire life, he’s pushed it down. He never talked about it with anyone. He never told anyone that he sometimes wanted- he wanted.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hey hey hey may 31th anon! How's 2024 going? ☆ヾ(*´▽｀)ﾉ This year I have for you a leaked Sherlock season 5 image. Thinking of you!! And everyone!!

[misfithive]

Random things i would love s3

(and a few i know will not happen but idc)

wille in the purple hoodie

wille telling simon he is beautiful (sober)

wilmon dancing together

wilmon walking holding hands

simon telling Wille he missed him (or giving the sweater back)

simon singing the song to wille again

“wilmon” ship name being used by news/social media comments etc (i have seen it in a few fics and i Need it)

simon giving Wille a new frog like a frog stuffed animal with no crown

wilmon defending eachother

wilmon takes a nap together

Simon actually eating the sandwich

lake date

them laughing with eachother again (would be free therapy for me i’m serious)

Linda hugs Wille

forehead kiss!

simon calms wille’s panic attack (by singing softly to him hehe)

reciprocal i love you (multiple times, casually, before ep 6 pls)

Wilhelm comforting/ reassuring Simon

Wille gets a hobby or shares something he likes/ unexpected opinion with Simon hehe @k-pepp

simon actually sings Revolution like acapella or just like hums it to himself ( CAN U IMAGINE???? 😭 sorry i’m being unhinged i cant help it)

wille decorates his room more or has a framed picture of him and simon

they add more pictures to Wille’s “simon” album on his phone :((

Wille peels a tangerine for Simon or they share a tangerine together

wille sees that Simon has posted a photo of them on instagram and is happy looking at his phone

them skipping class to stay in bed or just hang out together

wilmon polaroid ????? 😭☹️ (why does sargust get one and not wilmon??)

wilmon roomates

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I gave myself a writing challenge and I am fascinated by it

So basically I put the robins in a randomizer to give them a new order/role (because I just...kinda wanted to see what would happen + I like role-reversal AUs) and got results that are giving me a fucking brain blast.

Stephanie, the first sidekick who defines the role

Tim, the sidekick who dies and comes back wrong

Dick, the sidekick who saves Batman from himself

Damian, the sidekick who was never supposed to be a sidekick but would go on to prove everyone wrong

Jason, the youngest sidekick who is still the Kid Wonder

...So this is fucking wild. I've got some ideas and several of these fit perfectly (Dick's role is pretty similar to his one in canon), but some of these are fucking INCREDIBLE to explore (Steph being the first Robin is something I never even considered but tbh I kinda love it).

I probably won't write a fic or anything because tbh I don't like publishing my writing that much, but I might expand this into a full AU and post about it. I might randomize other stuff too (ie, stuff that I cannot change vs stuff that I cannot keep the same) but this fucking rules as a starting point.

[good-beansdraws]

Mutual left this tag on one of my Fuuta analyses and yeah...

Part two of "Fuuta’s central theme is invasion of privacy and he has extreme anxiety over being watched, so it's interesting that we get to pick him apart and see all his worst, most private thoughts" :(