#i cant stop thinking about either concept

[alien-bluez]

both will be done but which one first? 👀

[par-slayyy]

Burning hill but it's my relationship to my passions and burn out

[thecherrygod]

man i just saw a video that was like. bullet journaling but it was meant to be very basic and simple. and it genuinely made no sense to me

[hyunsvngs]

JUNO BABY LOVE. i see your "losing your virginity to skz" AND I NEED YOUR 🧅 ON THE BOYS. I seen you made han and jeongins virgins as well🥴

But what are the boys like if THEY lose it to YOU. The concept is so🤤.

I am the shrek to your 🧅's babe

hello. sorry this has been rotting in my inbox but also creds to miss ems aka @cbini aka my wife bc we had an in depth discord conversation deciding what this would be like

jeongin & jisung are here!!

chan: virgin big dick chan. virgin big dick chan who's so freaking excited to finally lose his virginity!! he's always so busy and so stressed that he has become well acquainted with his hand, and now he has this insanely pretty girlfriend. you've told him you're ready when he's ready, that there's no rush, you can take it slow.

chan decides fuck taking it slow when you're laying on his bed, sexy body illuminated in purple from his led lights and your pussy glistening even in the low lighting that he's set. he's only kissed you, but now you've got him wondering - do you get this wet every time you kiss? have you been teasing yourself just to make sure he's ready? the thought has him hardening even further in his boxer briefs, and he finally yanks them down, heavy cock hanging thick between toned thighs. you giggle, eyes focusing between his legs.

"oh, channie. you're big," you coo, hand wrapping around his shaft. the tight ring you form makes him groan, his plush lips parting as he just lets you. "is that good? my pussy's tighter, y'know."

"don't," chan gasps, his hips canting into your hand. you smile again, hand speeding up on his cock. "don't- don't tell me that, jesus christ. i need- please, can i? god, you're fuckin' insane-"

you let your hand fall from his cock, dainty and soft. your hands are so soft that his mind feels fuzzy from the few movements you gave him. you move upwards on your forearms, tits jiggling on your chest. chan wants to press his face in between them even if he can't breathe.

it's when you move your legs, feet planted either side of your hips and pussy fully exposed to him that he finally springs into action. "can i? can i, can i? baby, i'm really fuckin' hard, i need to- need to finally feel it. finally."

"of course, channie," you murmur, pulling him in by his broad shoulders. the movement has his chest pressing against yours, toned chest against your sensitive pebbled nipples and you sigh in bliss. chan looks like he's about to die, eyes blown wide and heavy pants falling from his lips. his cockhead is right against your hole, not quite breaching but very present. "d'ya wanna push in now? i'm wet enough."

chan nods, huffing, and then he's pushing in. his cockhead is thick, flared mushroom head pressing past the tightness of your hole and he gasps with the feeling around his cock. it makes him jolt, thighs clenching and unclenching on top of you, and before he can process it, he's moving. his hips are fluid against yours from years of dance practice, and you see his eyes roll back into his head.

you simper with the feeling, his cock massive and weighty inside of you. it feels so good, but - you count one, two, three full thrusts, and then his hips stop moving. his fingertips dig into your waist, and he's gasping before letting out a deep groan, eyes fluttering shut. oh.

"baby, did you cum?" you smile, running your hands through his messy hair. he huffs in disapproval, head drooping to rub his nose against the crook of your neck. "awh, that's okay, baby. we can do it again later, yeah? did you have fun?"

he hums, scratching the back of his neck. you can feel how bad his cheeks are blushing on your skin. "i am so fucking embarrassed."

(he's still thinking about it five years later when you're married with kids by the way!! he rocks your world every night at that point, but he still scratches his neck and blushes awkwardly everytime he thinks about filling you up so quickly.)

minho: he always kisses you so passionately. he's fucking insane, you realise, this virgin boy who should be blushing and embarrassed from the way his hips grind sinuously into your throbbing core. he should be nervous, but he smirks down at you with his eyes half-lidded every single time you whimper for him.

"is that good?" he murmurs, and you can hear his voice dripping in faux sympathy. "let me fuck you, then. it'll feel better, yeah?"

the gusset of your panties is positively dripping, no doubt marking minho's tight, too-expensive boxers with your slick. you whine, canting your hips up against him. he's hard. he's hard, and you can feel it - thick, long, everything you could've ever wanted. you just don't want to rush him.

you're babbling before you can even stop it, as if he doesn't have you naked from the waist up in his bed. with the boys in the other room, nonetheless. "minho, minho, are you sure? i-"

"let me get my cock in you, pretty," he leans down, bunny teeth nipping your ear. "i think i have a natural talent, y'know. all that dancing, i think i can fuck you just right even though i've never done it. what do you think?"

he punctuates his words with another few thrusts into your core, and you gasp, hands coming to rest on his shoulders. he's shirtless too, planes of milky skin stretched tight across dancer's muscles. he's so yummy. "i want it," you whine, nodding. "i want it, i want it. are you ready? are you?"

you find out that yes, he really is ready, especially when he strips you both of your underwear and finally, finally pushes inside. it pisses you off that he doesn't even react, fully calm and collected despite you writhing and squirming beneath him. he really does have a natural talent, you decide. the slide is so smooth, your pussy so slick and consistently gushing around his cock.

"so wet for me," he mumbles, one thumb coming to rub over your clit. it makes you whimper, eyes watering at the overstimulation. his resolve is faltering, you realise, his eyes struggling to stay open and his teeth biting into his plush lower lip. "i need you to cum, kitty. need you to cum for me, okay? i can't hold on much longer, you're- kitty cat, remember it's my first time, 'kay?"

"so confident before," you huff, but you let him bring you to the edge anyway. he giggles, biting your earlobe again.

"that's before you got so fuckin' wet for me, minx. c'mon, feel my cock and cum."

changbin: definitely climbs through your window trying to be all sexy and mysterious at like 2am. he woke up with a start, and then decided that tonight he was going to fuck you. or try to, at least. he knew you'd had sex before him, knew you were waiting for him to be ready, and coming through your window just seemed like a great fucking idea at the start.

he rolled through onto the windowsill and landed on the floor with a thud. he only looks at you, where you're still awake and shoving crisps into your mouth except now staring at him with wide eyes. he puts a hand on his hip, quirking an eyebrow. "was that sexy?"

"no," you answer honestly. "you want some crisps?" changbin nods and clambers onto your bed, but it's only after a few mouthfuls does he propose the idea to you.

he wants you on top, he says, letting you decide the pace. "you can jump off when i'm gonna cum, y'know," he mumbles. he's nervous, still doing that cute little downturned smile but he's blushing. "if i'm on top, i think i'll just cum inside."

"makes sense," you hum, and then you're sinking down onto him. he's thick, short in length but girthy enough that it makes you whine out desperately. it feels good. he's perfectly sized for you, and his broad hands go to your hips almost immediately. his biceps are tensing, jaw dropped in a silent moan.

"jesus, is this- does it feel this good every time?" he whines, and you hear his feet thudding against the mattress as he thrashes around. you giggle, starting to rock your hips against his, but his hands grip you even tighter. you might have bruises afterwards. you want to have bruises afterwards. "i can't. i can't, don't move, i'll cum!"

you soothe him with a hand over his pec, thumb brushing over his nipple. it unfortunately makes him buck his hips with an even louder noise. "binnie, it's really okay if you cum. it's your first time."

"hnnfmg," he manages, head falling back against your pillows. his hands go to your ass, and before he can even process what he's doing, he's thrusting up into you. the movement makes you gasp, jolting forward with your hands over both of his pecs, fleshy and delicious where your fingers dig into him. "ah, ah, ah. binnie's pussy now, okay? it's mine, please, let it be mine. it's so fuckin' good, so wet, jesus-"

"yours," you whine, nodding. "all yours, all yours. forever. i love you, binnie, i love you so much."

this makes him let out a garbled, choked out noise, and then he's tapping your ass frantically. you jump off of him like you said you would, thighs splayed over his, and watch in shock as his cock spurts white hot liquid all over his own body. it drenches the smattering of hair at his base and sprays all the way up to his shoulder and he gasps, hips bucking into nothing.

"oh," you say, giggling. "messy, huh?"

changbin huffs, thrashing his feet again. it's hard to take him seriously, cum covering his entire upper body and his cheeks blushing fervently. "shut up!" he turns to you then, grinning as if he's not got his own seed on his shoulder. "love you."

you smile, shaking your head fondly. "i love you too, baby."

hyunjin: definitely gets way too excited. he's fucking vibrating when he finally lays you down on his bed, and hyune is a romantic - you walked into his room to see multiple candles lit and god damn rose petals on the bed.

"my love," he coos, plump lips brushing over your shoulder. his hair tickles your neck, newly dyed dark and soft against your skin. "my first love, only love. thank you for letting me have you like this."

he wants you on top, too. his cock is curved perfectly to hit your g-spot and okay, maybe you get a little too excited at the thought of having that inside you while you're on top. it's gonna stretch you so perfectly, fill you up with his long length and you get to see that man looking so beautiful beneath you. you can't wait.

when you finally lower yourself onto his length, one of hyunjin's hands grips a bunch of rose petals and the other one knocks the lamp off the bedside table. "shit!" he exclaims, leaning over to try and look at the damage. you can see it's shattered on the floor because of course hyunjin's got one of those expensive, brittle ones on his bedside table. he shakes his head anyway, returning to his position laying flat and his hands going to your waist. "i don't care. continue, my love."

"hyunjin, the lamp..?" you question, but your hips are already grinding against his. you were right. his cockhead presses deliciously against that spongey spot inside of you, and it's so sweet the way his lips form a blissed out smile, tongue licking over his teeth. "is it- do you like it, baby? do i feel okay?"

hyunjin nods quickly, a bead of sweat forming at his temple. your pace is slow, and you were worried he wasn't enjoying from how quiet he was, but when you look into his eyes you can see the truth. "i'm just- i'm trying not to get too excited, or i might hurt myself. i'm literally trying so hard not to like, backflip right now."

"please don't backflip when you're inside me," you admonish, and hyunjin giggles. you let him flip you over, his forearms holding him up over you, and then he's moving inside of you. his cock is so long it feels neverending everytime he pushes back inside, breaching your drippy hole over and over to the point you feel you might be going insane.

hyunjin's chain drops into your face, and you find your eyes crossing as your gaze follows it with every thrust. you're whining, fully pliant on the bed for your boyfriend's cock for the first time, and you can't help yourself when you take his chain into your mouth.

hyunjin halts, gasping, and then his eyes are rolling back into his head. you feel his cock spurting warmth inside of you, and as he tries to ride his orgasm out with desperate, jerking movements, his head thuds into the headboard.

"ah!" he squeaks, head dropping to your chest. he's stopped moving now, and you giggle, rubbing your hand over his head. "i'm so embarrassing. that was so fucking good though, next time i'll try not to destroy the room."

"try not to give yourself concussion next time, too, baby."

felix: honestly, you're surprised it took so long. felix has gotten embarrasingly rock solid in his trousers every single time you've made out or even just sat on his lap. he's so horny you know he fucks his fist multiple times a day, you've heard it. you just didn't want to rush him into sex before he was ready.

turns out he'd been ready the whole time, especially when he's now rutting into your core desperately. it also turns out lee felix was a bonafide freak, begging you to let him fuck you raw so he could feel every inch of you around his cock. his cock isn't too big, a nice, easy size to take, and when he'd pushed in you'd been moaning easily for him.

his hips slap against yours now, years of dance practice leading him into an easy, slick slide. his forearms clench either side of your head, and his heart shaped lips are parted, unabashed deep groans falling for them.

"i'm gonna- i'm gonna cum, i'm sorry, it's early, i need to," felix grunts, and you coo at him, pushing his messy hair out of his eyes. he moves to kiss your thumb where you rested it on his face, and then he sucks the digit into his mouth. it makes your pussy gush even more, adding to the wet noises of skin on skin between your legs, and felix whines around your thumb at the addition of slick on his cock. your thumb drops from his mouth, wet with spit. "gonna- g'na fuckin' blow, baby, baby, princess, i'm cumming-"

his hips stop, and you feel the cum spurt inside of you. the abundance of it oozes out of your hole, warm and thick around his cock, and you realise felix has started to move again.

"want more," he whines, licking into your mouth. his breath is heavy against your lips. "do you want more? i want more, it's so good, i can't stop. i'm still fuckin' hard, baby."

"gimme more, lixie," you nod, nipping at his bottom lip. "give my pussy more. you like it? wet enough?"

"fuckin' soaked, gonna- gonna fill you up loads, gonna fuckin- you're gonna be dripping with me for days, and then i'll just do it again."

seungmin: it's shocking to see your cool, calm and collected, almost reserved boyfriend fall apart beneath you. you've been grinding on his naked cock for a while now, and he can't help his hips canting while he tries to slip into you. your folds are soaked, gliding on his cock with the most pleasurable slide you've ever felt.

"babe, i think- i think i wanna put it in now," seungmin mumbles, cheeks burning red. he's so cute like this, fully naked on your bed with his cock flat against his tummy for you to use.

"yeah, i know," you giggle, and he swats at your thigh playfully. "you're rock hard, seungmin. you think i don't realise?"

"well- put it in, then, god," he huffs, and when you just raise an eyebrow at him, he's lifting you up by your waist. he positions his cockhead at your hole, the slit just as drippy as your pussy is, and then he's lowering you down. seungmin keeps eye contact with you as you lower onto his shaft, thick and stretching you with a gasp.

"that's big, seungmin," you murmur, and seungmin grins.

"yeah? big enough for you?" it's your turn to slap him playfully, and then you're grinding along his cock. you consider briefly that you may be getting addicted to it, the way his cockhead presses deep against your cervix in this position.

seungmin isn't fairing too well, either. all cocky comments he had in his head have disappeared, mind going fuzzy at the feeling of you on his cock. this is what he's been waiting for? it's been fucking worth it, definitely. you're going to have trouble getting his cock out of you from now on.

"god, how has- how has no one sat on this before? it's fucking- it's so good, seungmin," you huff, and despite feeling the burn in your thighs, you start to bounce. the sudden movement has his fingertips digging into your hips painfully, and with one thrust of his hips meeting yours, he's cumming. you feel it before you recognise it, but you giggle anyway, bouncing just a bit more to let him ride out his orgasm.

he fills you up to the point it starts to drip back out onto his pubic hair, and then he yanks you down to lay on his chest. "give me five minutes," he yawns, hand threading into your hair. he's still inside you, cock softening but still feeling so, so full. "give me five minutes, and i'll fuck you properly, nice and dirty. i'll make you cum."

[hannieehaee]

not sure if you’ve done this before, i’m sorry if you have but svt and their s/o fighting bc of a misunderstanding?

fighting because of a misunderstanding

content: established relationship, mentions of arguments, pettiness, angst but nothing too serious, etc.

wc: 790

a/n: since this was such a general idea i went in a different direction with all of them and how they'd react if you or he had a misunderstanding and then it led to a fight. hope u enjoy <3

masterlist

seungcheol -

he seems super stubborn so i think that if he misunderstanding was on his side, he'd try to brush it off and pretend he didn't realize what the issue was. would try and drag it as long as possible due to embarrassment at his mistake, but it'd just create a bigger fight. eventually, though, he'd swallow his pride and admit fault.

jeonghan -

he'd gaslight you the entire argument and end up winning ... just kidding he'd actually be really open to admitting his faults and excusing you in your own T-T even if it had all been caused bc of a misunderstanding he'd still be willing to talk it through and resolve it. would NEVER go to bed if u guys hadnt resolved things.

joshua -

he's so annoyinjwhdjsks i think he'd be super annoying in fights so he'd take any bit of ammunition he could get. whether the misunderstanding was on his part or not, he'd still somehow argue it to his advantage. if things got out of hand, he'd wave the white flag and call a truce.

jun -

just confused the whole time. had he missed something or done something without realizing? his first instinct would be to be apologetic (even if he didnt fully understand how this argument had come to be). if he at some point realized either you or him had simply misunderstood the other, he'd just let it go, being content that you had already resolved it.

soonyoung -

lol i think he'd immediately act like wounded puppy the moment he realized that a fight had formed between the two of you. would do gymnastics in his head trying to figure out how you got here, only to realize that it had all been due to some misunderstanding between the two of you. he wouldnt care who was to blame, he'd just take responsibility if it meant the two of you could cuddle again.

wonwoo -

he's so in touch with his emotions and such an empathetic soul that i cant even imagine a fight breaking out with him, even if it was caused by a misunderstanding. like jeonghan, he'd be super open to talking it out and would never try to antagonize you during fights. had it all been caused by a misunderstanding, he'd still be very calm and understanding about it all, even taking blame if necessary.

jihoon -

gives me the vibe that he'd rather ice you out than actually get into a fight. this would, of course, only make things worse. he'd stand his ground, though, convincing himself that it'd be better to wait for you to go to him. after a few days of silence for both sides, he'd realize his mistake and have to crawl back to you with an apology.

seokmin -

would be so disheartened at the concept of fighting in the first place lol. he'd be willing to get on his knees to stop whatever argument was going on. he'd take on the blame of any misunderstanding if it made you happy.

mingyu -

another wounded puppy. would pout and whine and not really take the fight seriously, just wanting things to go back to normal so that he could hold you. would apologize for any fault of his and entice you into forgetting about whatever misunderstanding had come up.

minghao -

not sure if this is an unpopular opinion but i feel like he might be a lil bit stubborn when it comes to arguments. he might let his emotions get the best of him (he's a scorpio ..) and need some time to cool off before having a productive conversation. he'd have to hold himself back a bit in the case of a misunderstanding but would still never be mean nor disrespectful during fights.

seungkwan -

if for some reason you had picked a fight with him due to a misunderstanding on your part, he'd never let you live it down. would bring this up in future arguments (lightheartedly obviously!!) to give himself an advantage in any fight. would claim you had a previous record of being wrong.

vernon -

he's too chill to ever get into a serious fight. he'd be willing to admit fault pretty easily, but he'd also stand his ground when necessary. whenever a misunderstanding came up, he'd try to be the voice of reason and be open to criticism.

chan -

lol have you seen him when he banters with his members? he never backs down and he'd give you the same treatment. would argue til the end, even if things ended up getting a bit heated. in the end, though, he would calm down and understand that misunderstandings such as these needed to be taken care of with more tact and would apologize if he got too intense.

[drdemonprince]

i just FIND IT INTERESTING that the people who say transmisandry is a unique and real and important to discuss form of oppression dont ever talk about, say, misandrynoir or society's hatred of disabled men or fat men or any other intersections being "misandry" and the experiences of other oppressed groups.

It makes exactly 0% sense to treat "misandry" as a real locus of oppression that can intersect with other oppressions only in the context of talking about trans men, and never doing it with anything else.

Black men sure as fuck experience racism in a very particular way. but to date ive never heard someone attempt to call that the intersection between misandry and anti-Blackness, because misandry doesn't fucking exist.

either you believe misandry is a thing or your dont. if you dont think misandry is real, transmisandry as a concept is completely nonsensical. if you dont understand this please read about what intersectionality actually is and how it works and stop co-opting the scholarship of a Black woman legal scholar in order to complain about how there are more trans femme serial killers in movies than trans masc ones or whatever the hell you think youre being left out of.

most of the transmisandry posters are white trans men with a self-victimization complex who cant imagine they have both some very genuine experiences of oppression (transphobia or transmisia, whatever you wanna call it) and also significant privileges. its just so fucking transparent it makes me want to join my chinchilla in chewing the walls

[chaepink]

CHAE. SOFT SERVICE DOMS WITH SUB BRATS. PLEASE. I AM STARVING.

no but fr. thinking about a real bratty character being hella confused. what are you doing? can’t you see they’re purposefully trying to rile you up?? why are you still so gentle???

“i’m sorry, my darling, but i’d hate to see you treated harshly…”

but other than that, you give in to literally every demand, no matter hos ridiculous????

so they’re just laying there. dumbfounded. flabbergasted, even, as you continue to praise and worship literally every inch of their body. kisses to their spine (if they’re laying on their stomach), feeling the soft fluttering of your lips on their wrists. their arms, every knuckle on every finger — fuck, you even gave kisses to their calves.

and yeah, they like the softness, but maybe some brats just can’t take it and straight up beg for you to get on with it already. to drop your loving demeanor and fuck them properly dammit!

i just wanna watch a brat squirm in confusion because they’re not used to being treated that way before either

1.) becoming spoiled by the attention and their brattiness in and out the bedroom gets even worse as you exalt them further

2.) all their pride goes out the window as they beg you to ruin them

3.) the scene gets really emotional because they’re not used to affection

AHHHHHHHH THIS CAN GO SO MANY WAYS AND CAN FIT SO MANY CHARACTERS BUT I NEVER SEE THIS DYNAMIC 😭😭😭😭

OMG I LOVE THIS CONCEPT

they're so confused like why are you treating them so soft right now? you're supposed to be punishing them, making them cry. thats the whole reason why they're being bratty!

"why are you being so nice right now?" "what do you mean? i'm just trying to make you feel good."

when you worship their body, praising them all sorts of ways that make them flush red and making their stomach stir with butterflies, they can't help but like it

their mind becomes cloudy with the praise and gentle touches and soon they're whining at you to stop it with the teasing and just fuck them till they cant think anymore

and so ofc you do, praising them and cooing when they beg for you to let them cum

[white-poppie]

ST✩RBOY: random hxh hcs

Now playing- STARBOY by The weekend ft. Killua, Kurapika, Chrollo, Illumi Tw: dissociation

💿 Kurapika

The most perfect man there is to exist!!?!!

So I know Kurapika had to almost grow up by himself, so I think he can handle household chores very well.

I would like to think that he somehow discovers baking. I just know he would be good at it <3

I just know he has super pretty cursive handwriting -sighs dreamily-

If you hug him, I know he would be so hesitant, but would slowly nuzzle deeper. If you were close to him and finally hug him, he would literally try his best to hold back tears (Please tell him, it's okay to cry!)

He smells so good omfg. I can't decide between Vanilla or some earthy smell, either way, it's so comforting yet at the same time it's like *eyes roll to the back of head*

You can read this for more scent hcs: Serenade my Senses

Call him pretty boy and he would be so shocked the first time, but as he gets used to it, he gives coy smile <33

I like the think it takes him a long time to get comfortable, but when he does it's so soft that it feels like breathing air. He is so touch-starved tho, so I can imagine him getting clingy after a while. (same bro same)

He is the knuckle and neck kisses type of dude *cue the flusters*

He hates Andrew Tate and his fans like he would go spit on them if could, this guy has the most healthy masculinity in all of anime and I love him for that.

Doesn't really understand the concept of memes tbh, he needs some explaining but he will laugh a little when you send them, he will once in a blue moon send memes but only the cat ones.

(realises how much I wrote for him while about to write more. This man has me on a chokehold frfr)

💿 Killua

He has trans-supporting t-shirts for him and Alluka. They are all matching.

Takes Alluka to pride parades! He has them sat on his shoulder the entire time too!!

Cant comfort a person even if his life depends on it. If you are crying he is just there like 🧍, awkwardly offering you some chocolate robots tho.

He just can't sit without moving every second! Literally a cat 😒

Older! Killua around 16-17 is a massive flirt! He is so quick to pull out reactions from anyone and takes a sick pleasure in it too??

Calls himself 'The Rizz lord' unironically.

His top Spotify artists would be Chase Atlantic, Mother-mother, The Scotts, Nirvana, Mitski and the Arctic Monkeys. Basically really an alt-rock/indie thing going on (us bro.)

💿 Chrollo

Mansplain, Manslaughter, Manwhore, Manipulate, Malewife ™️

Reads macabre literature like Crime and Punishment, No longer human, if we were villains, the secret history etc.

Tbh I feel like unlike how the fandom portrays him, he is a rather normal dude.

Gothic Academia ultra pro max.

Did the Soldier/Poet/King test, wanted 'king' but got 'poet'

Doesn't have pets because he thinks he can not take care of them

He loves animals tho, idk he seems the birds type of guy.

He likes the 'ominous' kind of birds more; like Ravens, Crows, Vultures and eagles.

Listens to Lana Del Ray and Maneskin, no questions asked.

Is scared of diving into conspiracy theories because he knows he would get sucked into the black hole because he is very interested in morbid things.

He is a DC fan, especially Gothan chronicles. (is that what it's called? Yk the things related to Gotham: joker, poison ivy, harlequin etc.)

Tried journalling once, failed terribly, and stopped after a week.

💿 Illumi

Oh wow, he is a difficult one to write about, but you guys love him, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I hate to say this, but I think he frequently dissociates, usually for very short periods of time, he doesn't even know it tbh, just thinks he is out of the element.

He is subconsciously under a lot of stress so his mind tries to flee from it by dissociating.

I wrote a little more about this here: Stuck in a vicious cycle

I think he likes potted plants, especially succulents. He is patient so I can see him take care of even the very difficult ones.

If he is going on a mission, he would go to his mother (because he cannot trust his siblings and father in this matter) like 'take care of my child.'

She actually manages to keep it alive somehow??

I think he knows how to do origami (he saw a child making a paper crane once and got curious.)

Illumi genuinely doesn't know how to care for his hair, he just follows whatever his mom tells him to do, so thank Kikuyo for those luscious tresses.

He has a hyper-fixation on mushrooms (not the psychedelic kind you weirdo). He knows the names of a lot of mushrooms.

Just imagine him and Hisoka taking walk and he randomly spots a mushroom and mumbles to himself 'Coprinus comatus'

and Hisoka is like:

(yes it's a bad meme, but it's the effort that counts)

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[isuckatwritingsobenice]

following up on the Alastor during different points of his life, how would he be in high school with the reader? given his time period I feel like things would be really difficult especially if the reader is white coded y’know, so what would that be like for him? and the reader too? also maybe the reader could be on the wealthier side, while Alastor isn’t?

A/N: I love detailed requests like this <33, so thank you so much! But this is a really messy concept, for everyone involved, but i love it.

No title for this one since I can’t think of anything :(

Alastor goes to a completely different school than you do

Almost every day you have great lunch, bus is on time, you’re books are brand new, everything is pristine down to the uniforms

For Alastor, the bus is late or breaks down on the way there, the students don’t have proper uniforms, some either wear the uniform or have a passed down uniform that most likely doesn’t fit them. The books are worn and torn, sometimes pages are missing, and the lunch is most times anything other than edible.

Your schools are only a few yards apart, however your bus always gets there quicker while his sometimes takes two hours to get there, and most times he needs to walk mid way while the bus is getting fixed

Your schools are in a secluded part of the town, with a lot of trees and forest behind it.

During your free period you sneak out of your school and over to his, thankfully your free period is his lunch period and you always have left overs

You two talk a lot, either about what your working on or just anything in general

During this time Alastor really fancies going to the north, he wants to get out of louisiana and start a new life

“If that’s what you want to do then I support you.” You always say and while he appreciates it, he’s always thought about asking you to go with him

By the time the year comes to a close you two see less and less of each other

You pick up a summer job at a boutique, he ends up working with his mother in a supermarket

on one of your days off, you stop by, not knowing he works there of course, and begin to get things off your list

You’ve never gone around his part of town much, your father forbid it, but he didn’t need to know you were there, as long as you went home with groceries you were fine right?

so when you began to ask his mother for help, he almost died of a heart attack watching the two of you talk

“Potatos are on isle seven dear, and cinnamon is on three with the rest of the spices.” His mother says kindly, and you smile finally having some sense of direction in the store

Alastor is quick to work the register, hoping to catch a glimpse of you and it works

Along with a lot of other customers giving you strange looks, what’s a white girl doing in a colored store? cant she get fined for that? is she crazy? lost?

“Oh! Hello Alastor.” You say with a smile as he grins back at you.

“Hello my dear, I see you’ve met my mother.” He says as he begins to total the things you’ve picked out.

“Oh that’s her? She’s such a sweet woman, really.” You say back, pulling out a few dollars and some quarters go pay him.

“That she is, though I must ask what brings you to this part of town?” He questions, and at this your face heats up quickly before you brush it off.

“Well, I’ve just gotten off of my shift, and father mentioned he needed to go grocery shopping so I figured i’d do it for him.” You say as Alastor writes your total down. You don’t wait for him to give it to you, instead you hand him all the cash and quarters you have in your pocket.

“This is well over what you owe.” He says grinning, he knows what you’ll say next, but it’s fun to watch you become so proud of yourself.

“Yes, however I don’t have any use for the rest, so I believe you can keep it. Good day Alastor.” You say smiling and grabbing the bagged items. He smiles and just puts the money away, his mind is already running on how to make it up to you.

your father never notices where you got the groceries, he only cares he didn’t need to drop more money to get it

When the next school year rolls around this time you both are in the eleventh grade, this is your most important year

You’re stressed with papers and exams every other week, Alastor is swamped with having to help other students as a tutor, his lunch period now being the only time he can see you

However, your schedule isn’t the same, now your free period is during a class of his and now he’s sneaking out more than once to see you, most of the kids in his grade have stopped showing up, most did after the eighth grade

You rant and complain about how stressed you are, and how you can’t wait for the year to be over so you can finally breathe

Alastor laughs and for the first time in his life he can truly feel how fake it is, he’s never been more stressed in his life and though your books might be better the work is just the same especially since he’s in the gifted program

you ask about his mother time to time and he appreciates you thinking of her, no one really asks

he tells you of his plan to go to New York, how excited he is and how much he’s saving, how his mother has been picking up extra shifts to bring in enough

this is when he asks you to come with him, but you tell him you can’t, that you can’t leave your family, your parents or siblings, how your life is here

he understands, it hurts him to leave his mother, she’s the only family he’s ever known, ever had, he hates leaving her behind

but he promises to come back, that he will come back to Louisiana, and you smile because you believe him

when graduation comes he waits until your parents retire for the night before knocking at your front door, he’s risking a lot for this, but he needs to see you before he goes

When you answer the door hes overjoyed, and you wrap him in the tightest hug he’s ever felt before, even though he doesn’t feel many

He hands you flowers with a small congratulations, and you smile and tell him the same, before you remember something

“Oh! I almost forgot!” You say, before you stop and turn to him, opening your front door. “ I’ll be right back, don’t move.” You say, and take off into the house. He smiles and waits, taking in your neighborhood. It’s clean, large houses, perfect sidewalks and a nicely paved street

you come back with an envelope in hand, and when you hand it to him he shoots you a look. What is this?

He opens it to find a large sum of cash, he can’t even begin to imagine how much your handing him. He shakes his head and hands it back.

“I cant accept this.” He says, his smile tightening. He’s upset. Do you think he needs this? But you smile wider and insist.

“For new york silly, everything is crazy in this big apple. If not for you then for your mother, please. I saved it for you.” You say, and he sighs, lightly flipping through it.

“How much is it?” He asks, almost afraid of what you’ll say.

“Seven Hundred.” You reply, and his eyes widen, and his smile drops finally. This is the first time you’ve seen him without one.

“I cant possibly-“

“You must. Please. It’s not my parents if that’s what your thinking. I earned it, and I wanted to give it to you.” You say, before he’s silent

“I don’t need your charity dear.” He says, his smile returning. Clearly he’s annoyed by this point, but you don’t seem to care, if you can even tell

“It isn’t charity. It’s a gift. No one is ever too good for a gift.” You say crossing your arms, now he laughs. Your stubborn, you refuse to take it back. You’re not asking him to take it, your not giving him a choice.

“Alright, fine. However I’m not using this. I’ll give it to my mother.” He says, and you smile contently at that.

“I’m okay with that.”

[seakicker]

brainrot about naga reader its v incoherent...

wwhat do u think of a pretty little naga reader... soft and small and nesting in her soft bed of stolen blankets when in heat.... then wake up to see big naga hunter childe standing in front of her, groping and petting her tail and tummy, trying to take her home to take care of her because he knows its mating season but getting sad when he remembers he cant give her eggs... but if he remembers correctly,, he has a friend whos a dragon hybrid...

ANON (GRABS YOU) (YANKS YOU IN CLOSE) (KISSES YOU) i have NOT been able to stop thinking about this ask since i got it holy shit. monstergirl reader is always a major bonus!

fem reader, reader is a snakegirl/lamia/naga (however you’d like to call her), zhongli has two cocks, exhibitionism (childe watches it all happen and eventually joins in), threesome, breeding, oviposition, heat/rut, and pregnancy below! also some references to some dark undercurrents like poaching, the illegal pet trade, and murder. i might have made this story a little darker than you intended, so i did my best to keep it to a minimum! but will happily elaborate on childe and zhongli here if asked

also crossposted to ao3 after some cleanup and editing to make it more consistent with the style of my ao3 works, as i tend to be a little more casual here (ie using first person and no capitalization)

i’m thinking about a reader whose heat maybe came earlier than expected or just otherwise failed to get a mate before mating season began, and now she’s left to suffer all alone and unbearably horny in her den in a hollow cave… the only comfort you’re provided comes from the blankets and pillows piled below you, but it does absolutely nothing to calm the hot spell raging through your body. lamias don’t sweat either since they’re cold-blooded and don’t self-regulate their body temperature, so you have no way of calming yourself down whatsoever— just a poor, whiny little lamia reader bemoaning the fact that she doesn’t have a mate to give her the comfort she so desperately needs… the only thing that would calm you down now is a lover breeding you full of his eggs as any good little mate should be receptive to receiving.

you’re so desperate you’re crying and whimpering as you try as hard as you can to take the edge off your heat by masturbating, but it’s pointless— it’s not pleasure you need, it’s breeding. lamias aren’t like humans in the sense that having sex purely for pleasure rather than procreating is a common concept— while there are surely lamia and naga couples who have sex for pleasure, especially ones who are already mates for life, that doesn’t mean it takes priority over true breeding the way it might for human couples, so to speak. your lamia instincts demand that you attempt to breed every single mating season, and the fact that you don’t have a mate this time seems to be hitting you especially hard. you've been at it for hours, hurriedly rubbing at the outer lips of your cunt and spreading them open for your other hand rather than to entice a partner into breeding you silly, and yet it's all proving to be a downright fruitless endeavor in your quest to satiate your heat.

you don’t realize that you’ve fallen asleep in the midst of your exhaustion— being kept up for a consecutive thirty hours or so by your raging heat will lead to such an outcome— until the soft, loving touch of a foreign hand rubbing against your long, scaled tail wakes you. were it literally any other time of the year except for mating season, you’d already be twisting yourself into a defensive position, ready to pounce on the foreign intruder for encroaching upon your den, but that’s the last thing on your mind right now.

what you’d really like from this visitor rather than his immediate departure are his eggs in your belly, but you can barely muster up the energy to even ask. all you can manage is a tilt of your head as you gaze up at your visitor, your bare chest falling with each shaky, heavy breath you draw. modesty is irrelevant to you, as horny and needy as you are now; if anything, you hope it arouses him into giving you exactly what you need.

“hey, it’s alright,” a cheery, masculine voice whispers, soothing you with soft movements that don’t trigger any of your danger alarms. “i won’t hurt you— i’m not so evil as to kill someone this helpless. the fight is what makes a hunt fun, y’know?”

ah. a naga— or perhaps just a general exotic beast— hunter. exactly what a lamia at her most vulnerable needs; not only that, but he's a human, meaning he won’t be able to meet your needs. though there have been many, many stories of humans being impregnated by monsters, the inverse is a rarity considering the relative weakness of humans as breeders... as far as beastfolk are concerned, humans make better incubators or hosts than breeders. additionally, in creatures that don't have live births such as lamias and mermaids, impregnation from a human lover is generally outright impossible.

despite his outright proclamation that he’s generally someone who kills your kind, you still can’t quite find it in you to feel afraid or territorial— were you in a more clear state of mind, you’d probably feel somewhat embarrassed by the fact that the only thing running through your mind is breed me breed me breed me breed me breed me as your new visitor continues to talk. you know that he can't breed you, but it doesn't matter— your mind is too far gone to be rational.

“besides, mating season brings its own kind of fun for hunters,” he adds with a grin, licking his lips and tracing his hand up the softer scales of the frontside of your tail to make his way to your more human bits. he rubs a palm over your belly, pressing against the space where your woefully empty womb rests. “if only i could solve your problem for good, right? i know someone who could help you, though, if you wanna come with me.”

agreeing to let a stranger—and a hunter at that— take you from the safety of your den and into the uncertainty of his home is something only a dumb, desperate, pliant, needy, and hormone-drunk lamia in heat would do… which is exactly why you’re agreeing to this stranger’s offer because the promise of getting bred stuck in your mind far more intensely than any hint of danger might have.

he’s exceptionally gentle with you despite the aura of danger a hunter innately carries with him— he doesn’t sling you over his shoulder like a sack of flour as he carries you into his home, instead he wraps one of your blankets around your shoulders (for modesty’s sake, one would assume, though you heatedly wonder if it’s his way of comforting you with a familiar object as he brings you into an unfamiliar environment) and gently carries you all the way to his home. aren’t you and your yards and yards of tail heavy?

then you figure he’s used to this. he’s used to hauling lamias away from their dens to either fuck them or kill them or fuck them then kill them, because that’s what hunters do… but that’s none of your concern right now. all you can focus on is the excitement of being able to be filled with eggs, assuming this stranger’s offer was a promise rather than a trap.

it's difficult to dwell on possibilities or any apparent danger when the only thing your mind can seem to focus on is your biological instinct to be a mother.

“you’re beautiful,” he purrs, eyeing your emerald scales with the same greed and scrutiny as a jeweler admiring his stones. “xiangsheng’s going to love you. such a lovely little lamia… you’d fetch me a pretty penny if i were in the market of selling exotic pets; you’re surely lovely enough to be one! i’m sure he’ll be excited to be with someone more similar to him than a human is.”

a naga male?

“please, i…” you gasp, clawing at your blanket to uncover your breasts, the sensation of even a shred of fabric on your body proving to be claustrophobic. “i need it, i need him, i…”

“so desperate,” he hums, gently lying you down against his bed once he’s managed to get you up the stairs. “oh, you’re just my type. really, it’s almost cruel that celestia didn’t make me a naga so i could breed you myself… i’ll be sure to have plenty of fun with you once xiangsheng’s done giving you what you need.”

the man offers you a wink and turns to leave the room as you settle back into his bed, clutching his pillows with your clawed fingers as you pant and writhe against the covers. even just the smell of a human male is driving you downright mad— he smells of the forests you're familiar with: earthy, rich, and strong. archons, if you don’t get bred right this very second…

“childe, you know i have no interest in your… hobbies,” another voice admonishes from just past the doorway, finally assigning a name to the man who rescued (or perhaps doomed) you. “i was unaware that this is what you were planning when you first invited me over.”

“but xiangsheng,” childe protests playfully, bringing the other man back into the room to greet you. “you couldn’t let a poor little lamia go so lonely, could you? lamias and dragons are friends, right?”

not a naga male, but a dragon male? though lamias and dragons—both being reptilian beasts—certainly have their similarities, there's no doubt in any lamia's mind that dragons are much stronger, wiser, and more well-respected than other reptilian beastfolk. dragons are touted as the destroyers of villages and entire armies, bringers of ruin and destruction, keepers of knowledge and treasures, and guardians of nations and nature, and the most representation lamias get in fantasy tales comes in the form of seductive temptresses preying on innocent, unassuming travelers. to receive the honor of carrying a dragon's clutch... the natural order of things spurs you to sit up a little straighter and whimper at the scent of his innate reptilian pheromones, gasping and pleading once more for what you need.

“please!” you cry, gripping at the pillows behind you. you don’t miss the way ‘xiangsheng’s’ pupils dilate in response to your body and your pheromones— he certainly seems to be a man more than capable of keeping his emotions in check, yet nothing is stronger than the forces of reptilian biology and instincts. he doesn’t appear to be in his own rut— does he already have a mate? does dragon mating season occur at a different time of year than other reptilian beasts’ mating seasons do? do you not arouse him past the scent of your pheromones?

"he brought me all this way here... so i could..." you manage between heavy pants, one of your hands wandering down to trace the outer lips of your cunt. it sits just above where your reptilian scales end and meet human skin at your hips, flushed and wet like a human's might be when aroused, yet yours is so discreet when unaroused that it’s practically unnoticeable; the bloodflow as a result of arousal is what makes it noticeable and enticing to mates.

the man known to you only as xiangsheng casts childe a suspicious and disapproving glance as if he knows something you don't— childe only raises his eyebrows and smirks in response.

“this wouldn’t be your first time with one of my sweet little prey, right? you don’t need to act all dignified,” childe laughs, patting him on the back and gazing over at you again. “look at her. she’s soaked. i’ve never caught a lamia more willing and desperate. help out one of your own kind, will you?”

“serpents and dragonfolk aren’t as similar as you seem to believe they are, childe.”

“you both have scales. you both have claws. any supposed difference past that is nothing more than humans having different eye colors,” childe dismisses him with an indifferent wave of his hand. “besides. you can give her what she needs; i can’t. she wants to be a mommy, xian— no, zhongli. help her out and i’ll make it worth your time, alright?”

childe pulls a coin out of his pocket and flicks it into the air with his thumb, an act that catches the other man’s attention momentarily. "and why, may i ask," zhongli asks, turning back to face you as you lie helpless and quivering against childe's bed. "are you so insistent upon aiding this woman if your hobbies typically involve... capture and execution?"

childe only grins at him again, humming a light tune as he moves to sit on the edge of his bed. he runs a hand up the sleek, shimmery scales of your tail, whistling in approval at the texture and luster of them. "because she's a beauty, that's why. and i like to help the needy, you know? such a sweet, desperate little thing can't be left to her own devices for the rest of mating season... that'd be cruelty!"

zhongli signs with resignation and joins the two of you on the bed, taking care to avoid sitting on your tail as he makes himself comfortable. he meets your hazy gaze again, his molten amber eyes burning with very apparent desire as he joins childe in sliding a hand up the smooth expanse of your tail.

"you are lovely," he nods in agreement, prompting a delighted hum from childe.

"i told you so," childe adds, grinning at you. "i told you he'd adore you. xiangsheng has a real eye for beauty, you know... he's accurately appraised more gemstones and jewelry than every last jeweler in liyue put together."

"their intentions lie with creating a profit, not appreciating the beauty of each gemstone for what it is," zhongli says matter-of-factly and almost somewhat proudly. "much like you, childe."

"right, me," childe feigns offense by placing a hand over his chest, "but let's save the insults for later, alright? i'm worried our sweet girl will just burst if you keep her waiting even a second longer for what she really needs. isn't that right, dear?"

you nod frantically, parting the puffy lips of your cunt with two of your fingers to helplessly show off how soaked you are. you've been soaked since the moment you first caught whiff of both childe's scent and, more effectively, zhongli's draconic pheromones.

"getting drenched just like a human girl," childe laughs, reaching over to tease at what he assumes is your clit— he's always surprised by just how similar lamia reproductive anatomy is to human reproductive anatomy on the outside; all the differences seem to be internal. his fingers rub and prod at your clit in ways that make you cry out and wiggle against the bed, the tip of your tail twitching rapidly as you try to steady your breathing. "what a doll. a prize catch, if you ask me."

zhongli removes his gloves and cufflinks and sets them aside, his jacket and belt joining soon after. childe seems to be following suit despite the fact that he won't be breeding you— he sheds his outer coat and belt, shamelessly groping at his growing bulge as zhongli takes to teasing your cunt instead.

"have you ever been with a dragon mate before?" he asks you simply, running his fingers down the slick inner lips of your cunt and collecting your wetness on his thumb. you shake your head, too worked up to attempt forming words, your tail gently wrapping around his thigh in a display of serpentine affection.

"then i'll be gentle," zhongli replies, kneeling over the apex of your tail where scale meets skin and freeing his cock— no, cocks— from the confines of his underwear. two cocks... naga males tend to have two as well, and the downright delicious sight of them makes you salivate. "dragons can be a little more... vicious than naga lovers are."

it's familiar, that much is for sure. his cocks stand tall, proud, and flared; the flares and ridges are more dramatic than naga males' are, and you're genuinely twitching with anticipation as he gently guides his cocks towards your sopping cunt.

"yeah, be gentle with her," childe warns. "don't want to hurt her when she'll fetch me a..." he trails off, clearing his throat and groping roughly at your exposed tits instead. "when she's being so good for us, i mean."

zhongli nods in response, and you're breathing so heavily an unexpecting onlooker may assume you to be hyperventilating as he eases both of his cocks into you at once. while the stretch is by no means comfortable or easy, it's at least something you've experienced before in past mating seasons with your naga lovers— though zhongli is far, far thicker than any of them ever were.

"feels good?" childe murmurs, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you whimper and clench around zhongli's cocks. "so cute, look at you... you wanted this so badly, huh? poor little thing, almost went an entire mating season without someone to help you feel good and give you what you want... what do you have to say to xiangsheng for being so nice to you?"

you lift your head off the pillow so you can get a better look at zhongli as he begins to hammer away at your cunt, his cocks effortlessly spreading you open and filling you up all at once. "thank you," you wheeze out amidst your moans, squirming helplessly when childe pinches both of your nipples.

zhongli's hands grip at your waist as he fucks you as quickly as he can, low grunts and groans leaving him on each thrust. he looks just like any mate should as he pounds you— assertive, commanding, domineering, and brutal. jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes lidded as he downright uses you, you've never been more satisfied in your entire life. your future naga lovers will never, ever be able to hold a candle to a dragon lover ever again.

"then show your gratitude by bearing my children," zhongli groans, losing himself to his own reptilian instincts as his mind becomes clouded with nothing but the idea of breeding a pliant, submissive, and wanting mate. childe grins down at you as he slips his cock past your pretty lips, stroking your cheek with his thumb as he begins to slap his hips against your mouth.

"and watch those teeth of yours," childe teases, lovingly pinching your cheek. "fuck, you're good... that tongue..."

you gasp around childe's cock as you feel the push of zhongli’s first egg into your body— you whine as you can feel one of his cocks expanding to accommodate the egg as it passes into your womb, settling nicely into you.

this is what you've been wanting all this time. this is what you've been needing and craving ever since your heat first began. this is what you were made for, what you're best for, what you're only good at— and knowing that you were able to catch the eye of a dragon only adds to your belief that this is truly what you were made for.

childe reaches a hand down to lovingly rest against your belly as zhongli continues to pump you full, your belly rounding out further and further with each egg that pushes into your womb. the sensation makes you moan out with ecstasy each and every time, your body finally, finally calming down now that you're finally, finally being bred nice and full.

"that's it," childe murmurs, spilling his load into your mouth, enjoying the way you cough and gag on his cock as you do your best to swallow as much of his seed as possible. "good, good girl. you're almost done; zhongli's just got a few more, right?"

you shyly reach down to cup your swollen belly as zhongli pushes his last egg into you, and he's stuffed you so full that you're somewhat amazed your body was able to make room for just one more. archons, it's heavy... though your exhaustion is partially at fault as well, your tummy feels so heavy and full like this that you couldn't even lift yourself up off the bed if you tried. you can only gaze proudly at your tummy as zhongli pulls himself out of you, leaving a slick trail of cum along the way that drips from your hole and down onto the sheets.

"you did so well," childe chirps, giving your belly a loving pat. "get some rest, okay? i'll wait to have a go at you until after you've gotten some well-deserved sleep."

you nod dumbly and oblige, allowing your heavy eyelids to fall as you drift off into a comfortable, happy slumber, body and mind satiated and heat effectively quelled by zhongli's efforts. what you feared would be your most barren mating season to date has become your most successful in only a matter of a couple of hours— getting two lovers in one day who are so, so very gentle with you?

you just can't wait for the next season... will childe and zhongli keep you until then?

you sure hope so.

"fifty-fifty works for you again, right?" childe asks zhongli, glancing over at your sleeping form as he redresses himself.

"you know better than to discuss business in front of the product," zhongli replies firmly, fixing his tie and cufflinks dutifully.

childe moves to gently pluck one of your scales from your tail, holding it up to the light of the bedside oil lamp to watch how the keratin reflects the light. "don't worry about that," childe smiles. "she's out like a light. a good girl... we should keep her around for another season before we get rid of her. i'd feel bad about losing a product this nice too quickly."

perhaps you'll get your wish to be with them for one more year granted.

[sothasil]

hi! so, first of all, i love your khajiit art, it's awesome to see someone expanding on khajiit lore in such a thoughtful and interesting way. second of all, i have been looking for ages for any information on marriage in khajiit culture and i have found little. obviously there ARE marriages in elsweyr, but i wanna know traditions: what clothes are worn, what kinds of rings are exchanged, if any, what foods are eaten, etc. but i cant find anything! do you have opinions on this? i'd love to hear!

thank you very much! i can't help with official lore sources (since ESO came out i stopped following that :')) but i do have my own headcanons on the matter!

marriages are a big deal when it involves the linking of two notable families/clans. in the northern regions, where clans are more important to everyday life and social structure, notable members marrying are grounds for large celebrations and larger amounts of discourse between family heads. expected topics include with whom the family will live, how both spouses fit the clan's skill and values and of course, how [insert party currently talking] is better than [insert the other clan involved]

marriages are more important by the greater families union they provide than other aspects surrounding the actual individuals. as a strongly communal society, to khajiit, marrying is first and foremost to officialize your relationship with a partner in relation to what that means for your families. the formation of elsweyr itself under that name happened with a marriage, and that historical example is propped up by some as what should be the cultural standard.

when a marriage does happen, it's a huge party. both sides of the couple's family come over to show off and have fun. it's a good occasion to meet other people and demonstrate the skills and power of you and your clan. as with all big parties, there will be guests who have nothing to do with either families coming too! those party crashers can just come for fun, but some attend to make connections and deals while taking advantage of the events.

romance, sex and having kids are not that tied to the concept. for marriages between important people, if they do have kids matters a lot but it's not that linked to the marriage in itself. khajiit are not very strict when it comes to why and how you have your lovers. it isn't a shame to have sex outside of marriage (including if you end up with kids), and if you are indeed married and want a lover, the big deal won't be ruining a sanctity of marriage, but more what your partner thinks of it. it is however considered unsightly to marry someone you do not have some feelings for, as well as marrying your friend for each other's benefits. again, greater family above all

who was there when it happens and how much you talk about your union are probably the most important factors for officializing it all. divorce isn't really a thing because khajiit aren't bureaucratic. if your marriage falls apart, it's up to you to make it clear you are ending it and face the likely familial backlash. it is however completely acceptable to marry several times - if your spouse is gone, if you find a better one... if that latter case applies and both sides don't remarry, the one who doesn't might get a bad rep. marriages between more than two people aren't a social norm, and while you might have a clan mother who celebrates that, it is rare and polyamoursly inclined khajiit tend to not marry at all and just stay lifelong lovers with their partners.

The only place in my personal khajiit musings where I explored marriage was for my own characters - Ma'Jahrann's parents, Elaahni and Qa'Husar. In those two, each hails from a very different culture - Elaahni is from a more traditionalist mid-sized Anequina clan, and Qa'Husar is from the southern parts with a more cosmopolitan structure, born to a small immediate family who dissolved as he grew up. Their marriage was a bit of a deal when it happened. Elaahni was a local celebrity and her family didn't see too kindly the nobody from those big humid cities marrying their daughter. Qa'Husar himself had to face acquiring a gigantic extended family overnight which he had no experience with. Both ended up fucking off to a smaller town where they settled on an in-between of living a settled lifestyle close with the local community, with Elaahni's close relatives visiting when they saw fit.

[leggo-my-aego]

SxF Theory based on ch. 93!!

This is purely based off the small interactions we have with this little old man right here and the relation he may or may not have with anya's past

i think that not only was he a part of the project that Anya was a part of, i think he CREATED the foundation of the technology used to create the chimera experiments with Bond and with Anya's ability to read minds.

It would make a lot of sense as he states that one of the subjects he specializes in is Neurology, the study of the brain.

Also, his character design is very obviously supposed to look like Albert Einstein. Which is super important because Einstein developed the atomic theory that led to the development of the nuclear bomb. Ltrly the most devastating technology created in mankind. And Einstein was recorded to say that he deeply regretted even developing that theory.

So what does that have to do with this guy?

I think that Sigmund Authen theorized and developed the concept of a way to gain a higher neurological prowess. He said that he "dabbled in cultural anthropology," and a specialty in neurology, he was probably touring the world to understand the concept of the brain in different environments and the developmental aspects.

It's shown in a lot of sci-fi media about "unlocking 100% of the brain" and I think Sigmund found a way to do that. He probably showed this research to higher ups with good intentions to develop the human body but of course, the people in power wanted to use this for damaging purposes. And the fact he was pretty much MIA during the war that his wife didnt even know wtf he was doing just supports the timeline. Also, him being at the *start* of the project would make it plausible on why Sigmund and Anya wouldnt recognize each other.

I think Sigmund saw or found out about the inhumane experiments done in order to fulfill his theory and wanted to put a stop to it.

BUT

the head of the project (or whatever) stopped him and used his own research against him by wiping his memory of the events. Im guessing a very sketchy lobotomy that left him in the state he is in now where he forgets a LOT of what is happening most of the time. Which kinda shows how Anya can only get fragmented thoughts and very old memories when she reads his mind.

I had this in the back burner but this ^^^ panel from the latest chapter pretty much solidified it for me. Especially with the parallels of regret with Einstein's atomic theory. Also him saying that makes me think he prbly remembers fragments of the project or the feeling of regret was too strong for him to regret from that moment.

Either way, I cant wait to see more chapters! It definitely looks like we're continuing this Anya-centered arc with the way things are developing!

[altschmerzes]

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

OH GOSH YEAH THERE IS it's called 'without grace, without understanding' (thanks wrinkle in time) and it's a reimagining of the training arc with roy and jamie in season 3

this got a little long so it is..... under a cut lsdfkjs.

update: 'a little long' this is basically a fic in itself lmfao WHOOPSIES. i guess i may as well actually tag it, enjoy... whatever this is.

started off with me thinking about the myriad of ways that could've been a fascinating plot to use to explore those two characters' trajectories and their relationship to themselves and each other and this sport. roy's lack of trust in himself and his conviction that he ruins things.

and it's like... thinking about how roy's approach is uh. a bit much sometimes and jamie particularly doesn't necessarily react super well to that and has a tendency to take things the wrong way even when they are well delivered, and thinking about roy's concerns this season about his coaching skills. that he's REALLY worried about being a good coach. and the stuff in season 2, where he was worried he was Ruining Phoebe somehow, just.

and there's the jamie of it all. him trying to hard to be better, to do better, not sure how to make it work. how to make it happen. how to be as good as zava, be better than zava. still trying to deserve the second chance he's been given. still a brat a lot of the time bc he is who he is but also trying so hard to be good. be cooperative. be a team player. Work Hard Enough.

so you get into the actual training of it, right. they're working together one on one, and roy is pushing him. hard. and i looked at that and went. okay this is supposed to be humorous but also what if we took it seriously. what if roy pushed him TOO hard and jamie just let him because he’d do basically whatever roy told him to and thinks he’s supposed to shut up and not whine and Be Good. and this somehow ends up pushing jamie so hard he’s just completely exhausted or hurt somehow and roy is absolutely horrified by this. and is like NOPE i cant do this i shouldn’t be doing this and doesn’t really communicate to jamie why he’s calling it off. he just does it. so jamie thinks he’s done something wrong and roy thinks he’s protecting jamie by (freaking out and) walking away and it’s a MESS they gotta sort out.

somewhere in there there's a thing with roy and the coaches or the diamond dogs as a whole, right. after he's walked away from training jamie one on one and their relationship is extremely strained bc roy is spiralling beyond proportion like Oh Fuck, Oh Gd, I Was Ruining Him, I Was Hurting Him and jamie is like He's Done With Me He Don't Want Fuck-All To Do With Me. so things are... weird. they're not really talking. they're both upset and hating it. but roy sort of. he doesn't stop coaching jamie again at all, but he does sort of. he pulls back. he goes stiff and distant and doesn't engage. he doesn't ice him out like in s2 but he's not. there. either.

and so they're talking and he's like. (in his mind the training is like. paused. they're Taking A Break.) but he's like. i need to talk to you about jamie. and the others are like... yeah, sure seems like it! and roy just admits. i don’t know how to train him. what i know how to do isn’t working. what worked on me isn’t working (ted/beard/someone voice maybe it perhaps Didn’t Work On You in a good way, but-) so What Do I Do.

which gives ted the opportunity to pay it forward with some advice and just - positive reinforcement. maybe try approaching this differently. he’s destroying himself trying to make you happy, make you proud, do good in your eyes. he idolizes you, not sure how AWARE of that you are, but he does. still. maybe try using that - tell him what he’s doing right.

(and that's the fuck of it all right is like. there's this part of roy that's been wondering if he's a bad coach for the opposite reason, too. he's been wondering if he's been too soft on jamie, and maybe that was the problem. it was something that was gnawing at him, before jamie worked himself sick/hurt and he realized his approach was massively backfiring, that like... maybe he was a bad coach because he couldn't be harsh enough. but he couldn't just. he couldn't stomach being like the coaches he'd had, he just couldn't do it. and then that happened, and obviously that wasn't it, but it was in there somewhere)

but so he talks a bit about that there, like, it comes up somehow - the coaches he had when he was young. when he was a kid and when he was coming up. he talks about how he was trained and they’re like right okay sure and how do you feel about those coaches now? how did they make you feel about yourself? is that how you want jamie to feel about you? is that how you want to know he feels when you talk to him?

he doesn't. he doesn't want jamie to feel like that about him, to feel like that when looking at him. because roy respected those coaches and wanted them to be impressed with him but he was afraid of them too. and he never thought for a minute that he ever lived up to their expectations. and fuck, gd, he never, ever wants that for jamie.

and that's the point ted and beard and company sort of gently make to him too like.

and so it's like. he trusts you. he looks up to you. he'd do anything you asked him to. that's good, that helps, but it means you gotta be careful too, y'know?

so he has to figure out a new approach. and it's like. roy doesn't need a personality transplant, don't get me wrong. he's never gonna be ted and he doesn't need to be. that's not the goal here. it's about figuring out how to be tough without being mean, right? and maybe a little about figuring out how to let himself soften.

(especially since half the time it’s his own younger self he’s hollering at imo. and so treating jamie better sort of asks him to realize he should’ve been treated better too. Be Kinder To Him And In Doing So Give Your Own 24 Year Old Self Some Gentleness And Grace.)

so roy offers to resume training with him after some other stuff happens etc, this is the part i have less thought through lmao.

(there's a subplot also with isaac and captain stuff and figuring out there's something up with jamie and not knowing what and trying to piece it together. love that too.)

and there's a scene in the end, right, where we get this whole... they've sorted things out, they're resuming training again, roy has extracted a promise from jamie to Speak The Fuck Up if things aren't going well, and he's promised to be less of a hardass generally, and then there's a bit where he like. apologizes for ever having been that hard on jamie in the first place and not thinking about whether that was the right approach.

and jamie just... he shrugs. he's not affected by this. "gotta make sure i don’t go soft, yeah?" and roy is like. no. absolutely not. stop right there.

which is when roy then makes the very specific point that like. when they talk about jamie’s performance on the pitch and how he should approach it sometimes he needs to be a prick, and he needs to worry about being permissive or passive or whatever else, but even if they have to bust out a thesaurus they will not be referring to him as soft. we will not be using that language here. do you understand me?

which... jamie. doesn't, really. he's like ??? and tries to brush it off at first like pshh that’s just the same thing “don’t want to be noncommittal or passive on the pitch ain’t that just the same thing as soft just more letters” and roy is like no. no it’s not. there’s implications in- in calling someone soft that there ain’t in there, and even if it is, so what. that’s a word that’s been used to hurt you. right? and jamie’s just kinda sullenly silent and roy goes right. which is why im not fucking using it. that’s the fucking point im trying to make here. if i can help it im not gonna fucking hurt you because i really don’t want to.

which y'know. is a lot. it's a lot for both of them. but they figure it out.

i’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while tbh but keep being like no that’s excessive- that’s dramatic- whatever this arc is gonna turn into it doesn’t NEED to turn into an angsty character/dynamic study- but honestly who cares. why not have fun with it. why not get into some of the vast unexplored potential here. maybe one day i will.

[spacelazarwolf]

i just had a thought i am going to attempt to express but may not do so well

there’s a chance that the reason you attract so many assholes is because your jewish but “white”. people can be racist to you but if someone accuses them of racism they can claim that they cant be racist to you bc your white and obviously antisemitism isnt real as far as a concerning number of leftists are concerned

this makes you a prime target for white-supremacists/racists who dont want people to think they are

idk if this makes any sense and if it does its probably something you thought of and have mentioned already but it came into my head and I couldnt get it out

it's actually kind of fascinating bc no one on this website (save like two ppl i am friends with irl) actually knows what i look like. and someone who doesn't follow me or interact with any of my posts where i talk about my complicated relationship with race and ethnicity will have absolutely no idea about my background. i don't have any pictures of myself or indications in my bio or pinned post about whether or not i'm white. the only thing they see in my bio that they have to go off of is "jew" so their perception of my experience under white supremacy is entirely shaped by their preconception of jews.

if they think all jews are whiny, entitled white people who may have been oppressed a while ago but the holocaust is over stop milking it you're actually all privileged, then that's what i become. so any read of my posts will be through a lens of "whiny white guy who thinks he's oppressed."

if they think jews are conniving, corrupted subhumans who are conspiring against them, then that's what i become. my posts will be read through a lens of "predatory thing trying to infiltrate our community that we must protect ourselves from."

but of course, it doesn't just have to be either or. a lot of the time, it's both. the jew is simultaneously weak and pathetic, and aggressive and dangerous. which is why the rhetoric in a lot of posts about me or the discussions i'm part of sound.....Like That. bc the thing is, you don't have to be a bona fide white supremacist to have these be part of your subconscious biases. i've encountered people who are intensely dedicated to antiracist work, trans liberation, workers liberation, feminism, etc. who still hold these antisemitic biases. bc antisemitism predates every single one of these concepts, and people are simply not willing to go back that far for such a small group of people. so progressive spaces become a hotbed of antisemitism, and progressive jews are left with nowhere to go. and it sucks.

[omi-papus]

The fact that Sams story ultimately ends with the initial asumption that caused Robin to suspect its all bullshit, being compleatly correct, inst in it of itself a problem. Its just that if it wanted to go there, it had to be a much more in depth story than it was willing to be. Like I know they think, they had some plot twist, becaus yhea she did die of negligence but in an attempt to be heroic and we confirm Alterra is evil, but ultimately, we end up where we started. She died in an accident.

You can totally make a very good story out of how Robin feels about that, having to learn that no, the person you idolized was kind of a dumbass. Especially with how in game every compliment she gives Sam is imediatly followed by a self depricating one of herself, or at least pointing out how diferent they where. So it looked like you could spin it further as an “If shes not the genius I thought she was, then where does that leave me?” Since Robin is, lowkey a bit of a nobody. Seemingly intentionally since she prefers to do her own thing. And its specifically because Sam is trying to climb the corporate ladder that she ended up in this mess, so would she think shes… better than her? Or she was full of shit and deep down jelous that she couldnt be a big shot and hid behind pretentions of independence? And how would she take being wrong about her sister but right about Alterra?

See? You can spin this a thousand diferent ways. But heres the thing.

You cant do that with three lines of dialogue from Robin every seven hours.

Like nothing that would make that plot good can be expressed without deep diving into backstory and personal philosophy and the struggle of contradicting feelings, none of which can be done unless you have a fuck ton more dialogue than whats in the game. Youd have to have the player stop and listen her either to herself or to Al-An or Marguerite go on about these things and that would have to take much more than a few seconds per exchange.

And if they dont want to do that, then have a diferent outcome. Just have Robin be entierly in the right and have it so that her sister was just there and she was trying to cure the Karaah and Alterra themselves killed her, or, died of the infection, or the fandom would have loved this, the frozen leviathan is alive, killed her and they noped the fuck out of there but lied about everything. There, you got a much simpler concept that you can maybe get some more gameplay out of and you dont have to sit the characters down to reflect.

But we end up with nither and the game only suffers for it.

[mrvlbimbo]

Hii !! Sorry im late for the concepts, I was in class 🥴

I just— GOD— I cant stop thinking about Poly Steddie, man

LIKE IMAGINE SEASON 4 but instead of just Eddie hitting on Steve, is both Eddie AND his pretty girlfriend (the dream bi couple) hitting on Steve and calling him big/pretty boy

No one in the history of ever, has ever had a more violent bisexual awakening than Steve The Hair Harrington

Robin would have such a field day watching that unfold tho, like, she knew

plz, this is kinda long but I loved this idea

Like imagine she's hiding out with him and when Eddie pushes Steve against the wall with the glass bottle shes like "oh kinky! I iike it." causing Eddie to laugh and drop the bottle.

And Steve is blushing like crazy now, so she's like "oh, you liked that pretty boy."

He is now dubbed pretty boy by her. And boy does he hate love it.

the world is literally ending and he's like "oh shit, I have a massive crush on Eddie's girlfriend."

but then Eddie jumps into the upside down after him, gives him his jean vest, and calls him metal (which he assumes is a compliment) and hes like "oh shit, I have a crush on Eddie and his girlfriend."

and they KNOW. They refuse to give him a moment of peace. After they get back from the upside down they DEMAND to be the one to help Steve clean his wounds.

Robin catches onto whats going on soon and she makes sure to give them some privacy.

First they help him get out of his clothes, being so gentle with him it starts to feel a bit intimate. "aw poor baby, do you want me to kiss it better?" she coos, fingers gliding down his chest and abs but never touching his wound because she wouldn't want to hurt him.

"She's an excellent kisser," Eddie adds, hand splaying over hers on his chest.

"I bet she is, you're a lucky guy Eddie," Steve comments, trying his best to be respectful despite the really weird energy they're putting out.

"You wanna kiss her?" Eddie asks, a bit teasing but hes completely serious.

"Uh-" Steve is cut off by Eddie and his girlfriend messily crashing their lips together. He shudders at the way Eddie holds her, large hands cupping her jaw gently but firmly.

"Warmed her up for you," He commented, pushing her shoulder slightly to ease her over to him.

Steve is sitting on the bathroom counter with her between his legs hands on either side of his hips, caging him in as she stares up at him with a wicked smirk.

he tries to put his hands on her face the same way Eddie does but she quickly wraps her arms around his neck and tangles her hands in his hair, his hands coming down to grasp at her waist awkwardly.

She kisses him aggressively, tongue clashing against his and biting his lips with her sharp teeth. He whimpers against her mouth, hips bucking up to press against her.

When she pulls back he nearly cries, looking over to Eddie whose eyes are blown wide with lust, palming the bulge in his jeans.

"Can I...?" Steve starts.

They both grin at him "Can you what? Huh, big boy? Use your words," Eddie sneers, pulling his girlfriend back into his arms and groping his hands all over her body for Steve to see.

"Can I kiss you too?" he asks tentatively, not sure if he should even be suggesting it.

"Is that ok with you, baby?" Eddie asks, his head poking over his girlfriend's shoulder so he can look her in the eye.

"mmm. His lips are so soft, you need to taste him," she groans, reaching her hand back to rub Eddie's denim clad cock.

If it was even possible, Eddie was more aggressive. His lips were bruising and rough on Steve's, harsh hands gripping his hips and pressing their bodies together.

Eddie could feel Steve's chest heaving against his along with his heartbeat. He let out a mocking laugh into the other boy's mouth at his obvious desperation.

Then he pulls back and gives him a less than gentle pat on the cheek. "Oh we're going to ruin you," he coos, thumb brushing over Steve's puffy lips.