#so anyway better to just avoid it for a while

[justevelynnnn]

Starved

Summary: Viltrumite!Mark is an eater

Warnings: MDNI🔞, Mentions of cunnilingus, reader is afab, mention of Stockholm syndrome, tiny bit of voyeurism

A/N: I’ve been meaning to put more invincible stuff out but i’m just busy i swear😭

Anyways, I’ve really been wanting to write Viltrumite mark because i literally need him like asap. I’m not the best at writing him tho especially cause this is my first time so sorry abt that. Also i was too lazy to proofread this guys 😭👎🏾💔 i’ll do it later maybe

(Also idk the artist, i tried looking but if anyone finds them let me know!)

As much as you hated him, you loved how he treated you in bed.

Especially while he ate you out.

The room itself, it was his, was huge and so was the bed. It was bigger than a king size on Earth. And it was oddly extremely comfortable and soft.

After this mark, who wasn’t actually your mark mind you, literally kidnapped you to make you his wife,—very, very long story btw— you had to become accustomed to living here. Viltrum was….intense, but also beautiful, structured and clean. And so was this guy.

Your mark on earth was awkward and kind. He hated killing. This one? This guy? He didn’t it like he was blinking. And when he laid eyes on you with that stare you couldn’t put an emotion on you knew it was over.

But enough of that.

This Mark was considered royalty here so he could just do.,..whatever!

He doesn’t care where, but if he wants to eat you out he will. It doesn’t help that Mark was your ex on earth so you just let him.

The first time was after some weird dinner thing in the dining hall a week after you arrived. You didn’t follow what they were doing well because, well, you were still traumatized from literally everything that happened. Plus, Mark’s hand was on your knee and inched up every other minute.

Everyone left and a maid started to clean up, but Mark couldn’t wait anymore it seemed. He proceeded to pick you up and lay you on the long table and pull your bottoms off.

“What-” You gasp. The maid looked up and made eye contact with Mark. They promptly left.

“I want to taste the sweetness between your legs.” Mark said in his usual nonchalant way. He stood between your now bare legs with a hand under each knee.

Shock wasn’t even the beginning to describe how you felt then. This guy has only kissed you like once. Now he’s gonna eat you out?

“Um, okay?” You sighed. What’s the use fighting him? “Are we just gonna….like, here? Now?”

Mark just nods once, expression unmoving.

You hate how he just lacks…personality. Sometimes he’s just a statue and it creeps you out how he moves so calculated.

He moves down so his head is between your thighs, his hands still pushing your legs apart so you couldn’t move even if you wanted to, and he immediately got to work. It was like he let himself go. You were concerned at first that Viltrumites just lick one long stripe each time like fucking robots but no. Nope.

Dare you say this Mark eat you out better than your own?

The way he used his tongue against you, flicking and dipping inside rhythmically had you on the verge of cumming minutes in. He groaned and moaned into you like he never tasted anything better. His nose brushed against your neglected clit every now and then which didn’t help.

You wondered why he avoided it but quickly learned he was saving it for the end. When you started twitch and trying to move away from him he held you firmly in place and started sucking on your clit, occasionally letting his tongue flick against it as well.

Then you came like never before. You saw stars. You swore you did. And the worst part was he didn’t even stop. He just kept going, slurping the juices that came out of you as you shook around him.

And then when you were done, gasping for air and still shaking a bit, he just pulled you up off the table and helped you put your skirt back on.

You couldn’t even speak. He just carried on and helped you to his room like nothing happened, his face still wet and all.

And after that night he’d just randomly eat you out. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited either when he started showing those subtle signs of needing you. Whether it was a hand on your knee or him just never leaving your side. Or even the times he’s just….staring into your soul (you did not like those times at all).

It made sense he ate you out like a god, he was one.

You could almost blame the creeping Stockholm syndrome on how he ate you.

“Your petals has the exact sweetness of a fruit from this planet i conquered once.”, Mark said one night between your legs. “A rare delicacy.”

You almost didn’t register it because you were lost in your own world of pleasure.

“Is…is that why, ughh~”, you moaned. You could hardly finish a thought because he just didn’t stop for nothing.

“Why what.” He said before returning to sucking on you.

“Is that why you like me so much?”

He paused like he was thinking about it. Then he shook his head no.

“There is more to why I “like” you.”

You wanted to say more but that was the end of that conversation because he went right back to work. Part of you believed it was stress relief. Another part now went the planet fruit excuse.

Everything else about him was composed. Regal almost.

Untouchable.

He was respected by many Viltrumites here.

But when he was between your legs like this? His heart was a mess. He made many noises you know no one else has heard from him. His eyes would get watery and filled with lust and need.

Not to mention he loved being drenched when he was done with you. One time his face was literally dripping because he got you to squirt on him. He’d always get up too, like it was nothing.

You still didn’t know how to feel about him. He was your kidnapper after all and not to mention he looked and sounded exactly like your ex. It was a complex situation. Even months later you felt conflicted.

But maybe, just maybe, you could get used to this as long as he stayed just as needy to eat you out.

[onlymingyus]

Drive It Like You Stole It (teaser)

pairing; yoon jeonghan x f reader (x kim mingyu)

genre; smut (minor dni), TOXIC, heavy angst, university au, 00's au

summary; A girl in a red dress sees me. A girl in a red dress swoons. I’m not done tonight. What do you make of it? I got a little red Corvette parked outside with your name.

content warnings; mental and verbal abuse, shaming, jealousy, jeonghan isn't your knight in shining armor, alcohol, eating/drinking, smoking, reckless driving, degrading names, fighting/arguing, crying, depression, stress/anxiety, mention of parents/arguing with parents, fuckboy mentality, lovebombing, yandere!jeonghan

smut warnings; unprotected sex, outdoor sex, car sex, virgin!reader, oral (f & m giving/receiving), fingering, dirty talk, degrading/praising, pet names, crying, impact play

w/c; 27k and some change [3.8k teaser] (569 patreon bonus)

a/n; thank you to @junkissed for proofreading. you know i am always grateful, but i know this one was heavy. please read all the warnings and know this is the most toxic fic i've ever written. it might not be your cup of tea. but if you do read, I hope you enjoy it!

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Tapping his fingers against the counter, Jeonghan sighs as he waits for you to answer him. He had to admit, your text didn’t really sound like how he expected you to text. It was too perky, but then again, he had only met you for a few minutes. 

“Dude… If you don’t stock the freezer, I swear to God I will shove this mop up your ass. I promise you won’t like it.” 

“How do you know?” Avoiding an empty bottle of cleaner, Jeonghan laughs as he pops back up over the counter to meet Joshua Hong’s eyes. He enjoyed the days his schedule overlapped with his best friend's. They had met in middle school, decided to share a desk, become best friends, and ruin their homeroom teacher’s morning all on the same day. 

“I’m not kidding. I want to get out of here and get to Mina’s.” 

That was code for I want to get my dick wet and that Jeonghan could respect. Holding up his hands, Jeonghan leaves his phone on the counter as he moves to the walk-in freezer, dragging out a few of the large containers of ice cream that needed to be replaced. Joshua was right anyway; the quicker this was done, the faster they both could get out of here and on to something bigger and better. 

Seeing Jeonghan’s phone light up, Joshua lifts his brows, letting his curiosity get the better of him while Jeonghan switches out the tubs of ice cream. “Who’s Y/N? Is this the college girl you’re trying to fuck?” 

You had texted him back. Dropping the ice cream without much care, Jeonghan smirks, swiping his phone out of Joshua’s hand so he can read your text. 

Y/N: Just in my room. Not really doing anything. Might take a walk in a bit. WBU?

Now this sounded more like what Jeonghan expected you to text like. Lifting his brows, he nods to Joshua’s question, resting his hip against the counter as his thumbs move quickly along the keys on his phone. “Yeah, she’s cute as hell. Just my type…” 

Jeonghan: Sounds cute. Want company? I’m finishing up at work xx 

Joshua knew what that meant—just Jeonghan’s type. Rolling his eyes, Joshua wrings out the mop one last time as Jeonghan finishes his text, that stupid smirk on his lips. “So she’s helpless and probably dumber than a box of rocks. Could you be any more deranged?” 

Shooting Joshua a dirty look, Jeonghan puts his phone back down on the counter with an annoyed sigh. “No. I mean, not all of that. She’s not dumb. In fact, she’s a pre-med student. So take that and shove it up your ass, Hong.” He couldn’t fight Joshua on the point that you were helpless. You had looked like you were made of glass and just the right amount of pressure might cause you to crack. Jeonghan couldn’t wait to see how much pressure that was. 

Y/N: You want to go on a walk with me? Is that boring?

“Ooo, pre-med. She could still be stupid. I mean, fuck… She’s talking to you.” 

“Fuck you. I’m a catch and you know it. Finish your mopping and go stick your dick in Mina. You are mean when you’re horny, Shua.” 

Not hiding his amusement as Jeonghan sulks at his phone, Joshua shakes his head. “And you are a sensitive pussy when you aren’t getting any. Hope she puts out.” Dodging a pen being launched at his head by Jeonghan, Joshua laughs as he pushes his mop and bucket towards the back. 

“Asshole…” Joshua wasn’t wrong. Jeonghan was on edge. He had put all of his eggs in one basket this week, that basket being you. He didn’t have anything else lined up; there was only you and a hope that you’d be worth his time. Were you already playing hard to get or was this confused routine you were playing at over text real? 

Jeonghan: Not boring. I’ll finish up here in like 20 mins and head towards the campus. See you soon bbz xx 

You were panicking. This had not been the plan. You always took a walk in the evening. That had been your reasoning behind telling Jeonghan about it, not so that he would take it as an invitation to join you. Why would he even want to do that? 

Quickly sliding off your bed, you whine under your breath, standing in front of your floor-length mirror attached to the back of your dorm door. You were not in the condition to be hanging out with anyone, much less someone like Jeonghan. You didn’t even know this guy and he already made you so nervous your hands wouldn’t stop trembling. 

It took the entire twenty minutes and then some for you to get dressed and to slap on a fresh coat of makeup that made you look decent without seeming like you were trying too hard. It was just a walk; literally nothing special about that at all and yet you now had clothes scattered across your bed from the amount of outfits you had deemed not good enough before settling on a pair of jean shorts and a light sweater. 

By the time that you stand in front of the mirror again, fussing over the details, you hear your ringtone obnoxiously blaring as your phone vibrates loudly on your desk. Clearing your throat, you look down at Jeonghan’s name on the phone in your hand before flipping it open and putting it to your ear and smiling so that you sound more confident than you feel. “Hello?” 

“Hi, gorgeous. Where the hell am I going? There are too many dorms and I don’t wanna look like a creeper driving around the campus in circles…” 

Jeonghan’s voice causes your stomach to tighten and heat up. You felt like you should ask him to stop calling you pet names, but at the same time, did you really want that? You were enjoying it too much. “Um—” Laughing softly into the phone, you grab your keys and lock your door behind you. “So I’m at Elkstone Hall…” 

Leaning to look at the signs, Jeonghan mutters the names mostly to himself before nodding. “Elkstone, got it. Be there in like two seconds…” 

“‘Kay, um, hey… You can park in 287. That—that’s my spot. I don’t actually have a car, but they gave me a spot anyway.” 

Smirking to himself, Jeonghan glances towards the building in front of him before turning into the parking lot, searching the spots by the numbers on the ground. “Gotcha. 270—Oh, got it. Nice spot… Must have cost Mommy and Daddy out the ass to get.” 

You aren’t sure why Jeonghan’s comment makes you slow your steps, but yet you still laugh, awkwardly tilting your head. “Um, yeah. Wasn’t cheap, but it was required. You know, in case I get a car or something. Plus my parents use it when they visit… So not a complete waste of money.” 

This was a good judge of your character already. You were timid about something as simple as how much a parking spot cost—interesting. Jeonghan could hear a bit of shame in your voice when you talked about it. Your family probably had money, but you didn’t brag about it and didn’t show off. So sweet and pure. Smirking to himself, Jeonghan locks his car and glances towards the building, seeing you waiting on the sidewalk, your phone pressed up against your cheek. Sweet, pure, fucking adorable, and his. 

“Nah, makes sense, Gorgeous. I’m here, by the way.” Lifting his hand to get your attention, Jeonghan takes his phone away from his ear and hits end when you finally do meet his eyes. “You always look this fucking cute when you take a walk?” He was still a few feet away, but Jeonghan could almost see the embarrassment coming off you in waves as you tugged at the sleeves of your sweater.  

“I—what? No, I don’t look cute.” You couldn’t look at Jeonghan, not directly at least. He was standing right in front of you now; you could feel his eyes on you, but it was akin to feeling the sun on your skin. “Just, you know, pulled on something.” 

Jeonghan doubted that very much. He could see the bit of makeup you must have put on, though he doubted that you needed it. You had put in some effort to come outside because he was going to be here. It was cute and you were so shy that his head was going to explode. Reaching up to push his index finger under your chin, Jeonghan bites his bottom lip as he meets your eyes. “You’re perfect and you look cute. Come on, I’m here for an evening stroll.” 

Looking down at Jeonghan’s hand, his palm facing up as he waits for you to take it, you feel your hands start to shake slightly. Guys never made you this nervous. Not that you took much time to date. There had been a guy or two here and there, but nothing that ever lasted for long. You were too busy and, worst of all, in their opinion, wouldn’t give it up. You weren’t a virgin, just not heavily experienced like the guys at university expected you to be. You weren’t getting on your knees at the sight of a cute guy wanting to look at his probably very ugly dick. So why now was this guy you had met a single time making you feel weak? 

“Why?” Clearing your throat, you shake your head gently, sliding your hand into Jeonghan’s and feeling him lace his fingers with yours. “I mean, why would you wanna come all the way out here to take a walk with me?” 

Jeonghan liked the feeling of your hand in his. He liked how you let him hold your hand properly. This wasn’t any of that middle school hand-holding; this was fingers laced, palms together hand-holding. This made girls know you were sincere about what you were saying—or at least seem like you were. “Well, baby doll, because I wanna get to know you. Isn’t it obvious that I like you?” 

Could he feel your heart beating hard? It felt like it was beating so hard and quick that it was radiating throughout your entire body. The smile that pulls at your lips has you feeling even more shy as you lower your head and turn slightly away from Jeonghan. This was insane. Jeonghan’s words had to feel like you were both drowning and flying at the same time. The butterflies in your stomach were fluttering around so quickly that you almost felt sick, but when he stopped walking and guided you back towards him, you whined. “No, I mean—this is crazy. You don’t even know me.” 

Your cheek is hot under Jeonghan’s thumb as he gently lifts your face back up so he can look at you again. “It’s not crazy. Crazy is not realizing you were in this stupid town all this time.” Laughing when you whine again, Jeonghan gives you a bit of mercy, moving his hand from your face and letting you walk beside him again. “I told you, I wanna get to know you. The good, the bad, the ugly...”

Sighing under your breath, you gently tug at Jeonghan’s fingers as you turn to walk backwards for a moment, looking at him to make sure he’s serious. The look on his face seems so sincere that it breaks your resolve. Moving back to his side, you let yourself linger closer to him, not seeing the smirk on his face as you give him exactly what he wants. “Okay. Um, then you should know that the first text today wasn’t from me.” Furrowing your brows, you timidly look up to meet Jeonghan’s eyes afraid that you’ll see disappointment behind them, but instead you just see slight amusement. “Megan took my phone.”

“Ah… That makes more sense. I thought you seemed different from one text to another. Less—” Laughing into his words, Jeonghan sways a bit on his feet, playfully pulling you with him, enjoying how easy it is to make you laugh along with him. “Perky.”  

Jeonghan was making this easy. You were enjoying this. It felt natural. Nothing was expected of you. Just a girl taking a walk with a cute guy who could make her laugh. It almost felt too good to be true. “Mm, yeah. She’s like that, but she means well. She’s maybe overly excited about the possibility of—” The idea of saying anything about you and Jeonghan makes your nerves take over you in that moment. The bit of confidence you had gained in those few moments fades away just like your words, your eyes on the ground. 

“Possibility of?” Bumping his arm into yours, Jeonghan smiles at your sudden mood change. You were interesting. Not just a beautiful face and a body he’d love to ravish, but a mind he’d love to explore for at least a little while. Jeonghan could see himself getting addicted to you quickly. “Possibility of this? Me and you, baby? Why are you scared of it? I’m not gonna bite you.” 

He had a point. Jeonghan hadn’t done a single thing wrong. In fact, he had only done a hundred things right so far. You hadn’t known him long and maybe all the pet names this quick was a little bit of a shock, but they kind of felt nice to hear. You didn’t mind being Jeonghan’s baby, his baby doll, or being called gorgeous. “I don’t know. Haven’t had the best track record with guys—” 

“Fuck ‘em. They aren't me, Y/N.” Taking a step backward, Jeonghan guides you with him until he reaches the retaining wall. “I’m not some burnout, college dipshit, who’s just wasting his daddy’s money...” Jeonghan doesn’t hide his smirk when you gasp at the feeling of him picking you up and sitting you on the short retaining wall so he can stand between your thighs, getting eye level with you. He liked having you like this. He knew that if he touched your cheeks again, they’d be hot like you’d been standing next to an oven. Standing like this, Jeonghan could slide his hands over your knees, testing the waters and keeping his fingers from going any higher. “You know that, right, baby doll?” 

Nodding quickly, feeling chill bumps erupting along your skin under Jeonghan’s fingers, you take a deep breath to steady yourself. “Uh huh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—” 

“Shh, I know. Just—fuck.” Glancing down at your legs, Jeonghan carefully slides his hands along your thighs, squeezing gently at the meatiest part and hearing you gasp only to swallow the sound. You were fucking perfect. Everything about you. From the way you looked to the way you reacted to him. “Making me have to remind myself to behave.” Putting on a smooth, sweet smile, Jeonghan meets your eyes once again, noticing how your lips are parted just slightly as if you were on the edge of a moan. God, what he wouldn’t give to pull it out of you. Patience. He had to be patient. “You know none of the guys on this stupid, fucking campus deserve you, right? You know that, gorgeous?” 

Jeonghan’s fingers glide over your skin, staying closer to your knees, but you can still feel him higher on your legs. You feel the shame bubbling inside you because you want him to touch you like that again. Swallowing hard, you nod, agreeing with Jeonghan quickly even if you don’t actually agree with him. Why were you doing that? Did it even matter? 

“That’s right. You know it. My smart girl.” Brushing this thumb over your cheek, Jeonghan coos softly as your lips part once again, your eyes falling to his lips before, quick as lightning, looking away. You wanted to kiss him. The feeling was mutual. “It’s getting late and I wouldn’t dare risk you being out here after dark without me. Not with these shorts on, angel.” 

Starting to speak to tell Jeonghan you’ve worn these shorts hundreds of times and nothing has ever happened to you, you stop when his thumb brushes over your bottom lip. The action not only stuns you but also does wonders to keep you agreeable. “Uh huh… okay, Jeonghan.” 

Like clay in his hands already. You were speaking so sweetly, almost lazily, against his thumb. Jeonghan bet he could get you to do almost anything he wanted right now, but that would ruin the fun of this and the point of it. You were pumping through his veins now. He had thought he could get addicted… He just didn’t know how fast. 

With you walking back at his side, your fingers laced with his, Jeonghan smiles, feeling your head lean towards his shoulder. It was almost night and day compared to the walk to the end of the road to coming back to the large, ugly building you were calling home. Jeonghan hated it already. It looked too much like a prison and like somewhere he couldn’t get into on a whim. “What do you have left to do tonight, baby?” 

God, you loved that. Baby. You shouldn’t. You weren’t anything to Jeonghan. Not yet. You couldn’t be—that was impossible—and yet you felt like getting down on your knees and begging him to give it a label already—but you had more pride than that still. “Um, I was working on—” Smiling at the idea of what you had been doing, you shake your head and lean your head back, feeling embarrassed. “God, it’s stupid. I was getting a head start on my reading for my classes next week.” 

A little overachiever. That’s adorable. Smirking to himself as the thoughts cross his mind, Jeonghan nods along with you, letting your fingers slide to the end of his as you start to walk backwards toward the building. “Can’t even let yourself enjoy a break properly, huh? Good thing you got me to take you to a party and keep you distracted for a night, right? What am I going to do with you, sweetheart?” 

Swallowing hard when Jeonghan takes a step towards you so that he can slide his arm around your waist, you press your lips together and shake your head. “I—I don’t know.” 

“You don’t know?” Carefully moving his fingers along your back, Jeonghan bunches your sweater into his hand, letting out a soft sigh into his words. “Gotta get you to relax somehow.” 

Your eyes migrate down to Jeonghan’s lips one more time, but this time they linger before you watch them pull up into a smile. “I—I can relax. ‘M relaxed…” 

You were practically begging for it. You were looking at Jeonghan’s lips like they were made of candy. Licking his lips, Jeonghan nods along with your stumbled words as he rocks you in his arms once, just back and forth, testing how stiff you are. “Don’t seem very relaxed. Seem focused on something. You wanna ask for something, baby doll?” 

Why was he making you ask for it? Didn’t guys just usually do what they wanted anyway? No guy that you had never gone on a date with had asked you or made you ask for a kiss. You’d get back to the door or, god forbid, their apartment, and they’d just kiss you or try to make a move. Jeonghan was clearly so different. Whining under your breath, you furrow your brows, starting to turn your head away, only for Jeonghan to gently hold your head in place with his thumb and forefinger on your chin. 

“Ask me or I won’t kiss you. Say please, baby.” 

It felt degrading and yet your knees were weak, making you rely on Jeonghan to keep you upright. “I—please, Jeonghan.” Seeing him nod once as if to tell you to keep going, you blink a few times and lick your lips, trying to gain the confidence to speak up. “Please kiss me?” 

Perfect. Pliable. His. 

Cooing at your request, Jeonghan pouts slightly, running his fingers behind your ear before sighing. “You are beautiful and you asked so sweetly. I don’t know if I should…” 

Just when you think Jeonghan isn’t going to give you what you had asked for, that he’s going to make you ask him again, beg for it, he smiles and presses his lips against yours, taking your breath away. You feel boneless for a moment, no air in your lungs; it’s like your heart paused for just a couple of seconds to let you live in that moment until Jeonghan’s lips are off yours. The second that happens, your chest practically aches. Your brows furrow tightly, your fingers digging into the sides of Jeonghan’s shirt to keep him close to you as he laughs softly under his breath, giving into you and brushing his lips against yours for just a second more. 

“Time for you to go inside and get ready for bed, baby. I wanna see you get through that door before I leave. Make sure nothing touches my girl.” 

His girl. Sighing almost as if you were swooning over Jeonghan, because if you were honest with yourself, you were swooning, you nod to his words. “Mmkay. You’ll text me?” 

You were his. What a silly question for you to ask, and yet that question made Jeonghan pleased. You were just as hooked as he was. “Of course I will. Now—” Sliding his hand from yours, Jeonghan kisses your cheek, letting his hand that had been on your back slide over your ass before he takes a step back from you. “Get your cute little ass inside. Be a good girl.” 

Maybe Jeonghan hadn’t meant to let his hand go that low, but your face was on fire again. Biting at your thumbnail, you just nod and walk backwards for a couple of steps before finally turning to walk normally. Every couple of steps, you look over your shoulder to see if Jeonghan is doing what he said to find him with his hands resting in his jacket pockets as he watches you make your way to the door. 

Jeonghan waits until the door shuts before he grins and turns back towards the parking lot. Taking the keys from his pocket, he shakes his head and lifts his brows, feeling the rush of adrenaline pulsing through him. This had gone better than he could have imagined it going. Sliding behind the wheel of his Corvette, Jeonghan takes out his cellphone and smirks. He could wait and send you a message later but why when you were already wrapped around his finger? 

Jeonghan: You are already running circles in my mind, baby girl. I can’t wait to see you on Friday. xx <3 

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[gothamite-rambler]

Damian, dressed in his Robin suit, was with his father, Batman, and Commissioner Gordon, discussing a case when Damian's phone suddenly rang loudly. He quickly pulled it out, holding up his index finger to pause the conversation.

Jim: I was talking—

Damian: This will be quick.

The number was unfamiliar, but Damian was used to those, usually it was his mother or grandfather.

Damian (pretending to be unaware): Yes, unknown caller?

Talia (cheerful): Mommy's visiting! I'm coming to see you. It's Talia, by the way.

Damian (blushing): Oh, no, no, no! No… no, go back to the palace!

Talia: Why would I go back? I had a day off from being a business mommy.

Damian: Stop saying "mommy"! You're my mother, and it's making me uncomfortable. And don't you men look at me!

Batman and Jim turned away, pretending not to listen, while Damian argued with his mother.

Batman: He's not actually talking to his mother. Disregard that.

Jim: Nah, I’m curious.

Damian: Mother, go home. I’m in the middle of work!

Talia (playfully): My habibi is working? Aww, I’m so happy you're still being a Robin and not with… Nightwing.

Damian growled in frustration, tapping his forehead.

Damian: Right, father… she's here.

Batman (exasperated): Please tell me she isn't nearby. Maybe we can avoid her.

Jim (chuckling): Who's his mother?

Damian (nervous): Mother when you say "visiting," do you mean you're arriving in town, but not in Gotham?

Talia (cheerfully): Well… let’s just say I’m close to where you are.

Suddenly, a grappling hook landed on the precinct, and Talia effortlessly climbed up. Batman and Damian didn’t notice at first, but Jim saw her.

Jim: She’s right behind you.

The father and son spun around and groaned as Talia clapped her hands excitedly, eager to see Damian in his Robin costume.

Talia: You look so… so… is this the motherly affection I’ve heard about? Look at those chubby cheeks!

Damian quickly covered his mouth, backing away.

Talia: Give your mother a hug!

Damian: No!

In a panic, Damian tossed his phone to Batman and tried to run, but he was too late to escape onto the roof. Talia lunged past Batman and Jim like a cheetah, yanking him by his hoodie and pulling him into a tight mom hug, spinning him around.

Damian (mortified): Mother!Let me go!

Talia (singing): My baby! My baby! I’ve missed you, habibi!

Damian (shouting): Why can’t you be emotionless like grandfather?! Or soulless like Aunt Nyssa?

Talia: I will never go back to that cold, distant mindset! When I was revived after losing my mind, I swore I’d strive to be a better parent.

Damian: This isn't better! Mother, I understand you’re trying to make amends for the things you did such as putting a hit out on me, I'm glad you feel remorse. I forgave you, but I don’t need this!

Talia: You’re going to get it anyway, because I love you! Time for cheek kisses!

Damian squirmed as she pressed cheek kisses onto his face.

Damian (his personal space being taken away): Noooo!

Jim looked on, then turned to Batman, who was trying to maintain a stoic expression that was slowly cracking.

Jim: Habibi… mother… Bruce, you had a child with Talia? That’s why you didn’t want to tell me?

Batman: I don’t like talking about it. And can you not use my real name right now?

Jim: Come on. We’re friends. I figured out your identity years ago.

Batman: Don’t remind me. Give me a minute, I need to pry my baby mama away from my kid.

Batman stepped forward to gently break up the overbearing hug Talia was giving Damian, who only groaned as he kept smelling his mother’s perfume.

Jim (amused by the entire situation): Baby mama... he’s gotten more relaxed over the years. Good for him.

Damian (squirming): Mother, I can’t breathe!

Talia (kissing him again): Shush, let me love you!

Batman (failing to break the two apart): Talia, you’re embarrassing us.

Talia: Let me embarrass you! I am his mother after all, I spent twenty-four—

Batman: We’re not having this argument again.

Jim: I’ll wait over here.

Without warning, Talia delivered a swift kick to Batman’s stomach, sending him stumbling back. She kept hugging Damian tightly, who only groaned and endured her perfume as she lavished him with affection.

[sugardollcurse]

hi!! how are you? hope you're having a good week!

i love your fics so much i felt need to make a request🤍 (my first one ever hahaha) of course take your time and do it when you can. i'm sorry if it's confusing, this is my first time doing this:

it would basically be Paul being completely smitten with reader and not being able to keep his hands off her (she loves it of course, they're both drunk in love). he is constantly telling everyone how in love he is. the thing is reader isn't used to that behavior because her exes have always played it cool, avoiding commitment and keeping the relationship secret, so maybe she's confused?

anyway, thanks so much for your writing, you really have talent! hope you can see this! 🥰

-🐝

𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒊𝒕 | paul mccartney x fem!reader

𐙚 summary ; paul doesn’t know how to love you quietly, and frankly, he doesn’t want to. he’s falling hard and everyone knows it. the only problem? you’ve never been loved like this before.

𐙚 note ; ...what a delectable little request you’ve brought to my doorstep… also, i’m having a lovely week! i hope you are as well ♡

You first noticed it during lunch.

You’d only been together a few weeks, nothing serious yet... not officially, not out loud. But there you were, tucked in the booth beside Paul at a café near the studio, and he was sat so close you could feel his smile before you saw it.

“Tell them what you said last night,” he said, nudging you with his knee. “Y’know, that bit about the red coat. I thought it was dead clever.”

You blinked. “It wasn’t anything, just-”

“It was though.” He leaned in closer, grinning. “Don’t be modest now. She’s got a way with words, this one. Proper poetic.”

George raised an eyebrow. “She sayin’ poetry about your coat, Paul, or are you just tryin’ to flatter her into writin’ your next song?”

Paul looked offended. “Oi. I am flattered by her, thank you very much.”

Ringo snorted into his tea. John gave you a smirk like he was watching a sitcom unfold. But Paul just took your hand under the table and laced his fingers through yours like it was nothing. Like it was normal.

You weren’t used to that.

You’d had boyfriends before. The kind who’d change the subject when someone asked who you were. The kind who’d say cool it if you reached for their hand in public. Who never once introduced you as anything but a friend.

Paul had already called you my girl five times this week, and it was only Wednesday.

��━

The clinginess wasn’t needy. It was… tethering.

Whenever he walked into a room, his first instinct was to find you. His second was to put his hand somewhere on you. Your shoulder, your back, your thigh. Just to know you were there. Just to let you know he was.

One night, you were all at George and Pattie's place for drinks. You’d gone off to help in the kitchen, and when you came back, Paul was halfway through telling a story.

“-and she just walks right up to the bloke, says, ‘Is that your idea of subtle?’ And he froze. I swear, I’ve never seen someone go that red in my life.”

You paused in the doorway. “You’re telling stories about me?”

Paul lit up the moment he saw you. “Of course I am.”

You shook your head, but he was already reaching for you, patting his lap. “C’mere.”

“I can sit on the couch like a normal person.”

He grinned. “Yeah, but I like you here.”

You sat, only because his eyes were all soft and hopeful like that, and he wrapped his arms around your waist like a child clinging to a stuffed animal.

John made a face. "You're so in love, it's disgusting."

Paul just kissed your shoulder without breaking eye contact. “You’d be lucky to feel it, mate.”

Your breath hitched at that.

You weren’t used to that kind of love, spoken out loud, worn on sleeves, pressed into skin like it belonged there.

━━

When the two of you were alone, it was worse.

Well, better. But also worse.

Paul didn’t know how to not touch you. He’d wander up behind you while you were brushing your teeth and drape himself over your back like a second skin. He’d lie in bed staring at you like you were made of stars. He kissed your forehead like it was a compulsion.

One morning, you stirred awake to find him already looking at you.

“What?” you whispered, voice still rough from sleep.

He smiled, sleepy-eyed and soft. “M’sorry, just… you’re dead lovely like this.”

You blinked at him. “Like what?”

“All sleepy. S’quiet moment, innit?” He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Makes me wanna marry you.”

You stared.

He laughed immediately. “Sorry, too much? I’m always sayin’ too much, I know-”

“No,” you said, too fast. “It’s not that.”

He frowned gently. “Then what?”

You hesitated.

Then: “You… say things like that so easily. Like it’s nothing.”

He blinked. “It’s not nothin’. I mean it.”

“Yeah, but…” You sat up, pulling the blanket with you. “Most people don’t.”

Paul pushed himself up beside you, brows furrowed. “You talkin’ about them old blokes again?”

You bit your lip.

He tilted his head. “They didn’t say nice things to you, then?”

“They didn’t say anything. Not in public. Not around friends. They’d act like we weren’t even together.”

Paul’s eyes dimmed a little.

“Wouldn’t hold your hand?” he asked, incredulous.

You shook your head.

Paul scoffed. “No offence, love, but they sound like right pillocks.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “I just… I don’t know what to do with someone like you.”

He softened immediately, scooting closer, hands resting gently on your thighs. “Then don’t do anything. Just let me.”

You blinked.

Paul smiled, slow and certain. “Let me love you loud.”

You felt something warm unfurl in your chest. Something terrifying, but good.

“And if I can’t match that yet?”

He reached for your hand. “Then I’ll be the loud one till you can. I’ll wait. I’ve got nothin’ but time for you, love.”

You stared at him, overwhelmed.

He kissed your knuckles, featherlight. “Alright?”

You nodded, heart thundering.

He tugged you gently back toward the pillows, curling himself around you.

“Y’don’t have to do owt but stay, alright? That’s it. That’s the gig.”

You pressed your face to his chest. “Okay.”

He grinned against your hair.

“And I’m not just sayin’ that ‘cause you’re fit.”

“Paul.”

“Or ‘cause your legs look incredible in my shirt-”

“Paul.”

He laughed, full-bellied and happy. “What? Just bein’ honest!”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop smiling.

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[princessphilly]

Kiss It Better

Part 1

A character study of Robby and Collins as they get back together.

Warnings: smut, angst, trauma, emotional issues, mentions of COVID

Tagging: @chara-hugs @ramp-it-up @blacklitchick @heathercollinsmd @heavenssins @apinchofm @girl-ninja @whoeverineedtobe @ostin-jpg @hockeynshit

He tried to stay away, he tried so fucking hard to stay away.

Robby looked at Collins out of the corner of his eye as she talked with one of the EMTs. Part of him wanted to go over there, interrupt the guy reaching for Collins’ hand. But she deflected him with a wide grin before turning back to her station, indicating that the conversation was over.

Robby inwardly sighed as he continued charting. His therapist said to stop hovering, to stop worrying about everything, to stop taking everything personal. He was able to relax more at work, delegate more, but now that Collins was back after doing her fellowship at John Hopkins, Robby couldn’t relax. Daring to look her way again, Robby’s eyes met Collins. She raised an eyebrow and he smirked.

There was a paper in his scrub top pocket, a paper that basically gave him the ability to stop dreaming and start doing. Maybe he was being presumptuous, going to HR already before even asking Collins out again. It had been over three months since Heather was back from her fellowship. Three months of waiting to see if she had brought someone back with her from Baltimore, if she was trying to date here in Pittsburgh.

Robby knew he was handsome. When he decided to go out there and date, he never had to worry about getting dates or getting laid. But Collins…. Heather had turned him upside down when they met years ago.

It had been a slow seduction turned into a frenzy of the five best months of his life. Not even really a seduction; it was more of them both trying to avoid the inevitable until it just happened. And it exploded because he was too chicken shit to deal with his shit.

Robby could admit now that he was a goddamn fool. But a fool that protected both of their professional reputations and now watched Heather Collins, MBA, MD, MEd, BCEM become the attending she was always meant to be.

It was worth every time his heart cracked when she talked to another man.

His therapist had talked to Robby about the paralysis of analysis. Robby knew he was overthinking now. The self-defeating part of his brain yelled that he was 52, Heather was 42, he was probably too old to give her the child she wanted, etc. etc. etc.

Then that cop came in, the same one that flirted with Heather before she left and had been skulking around while she was gone. The cop’s face lit up and Robby softly growled, glad that Princess and Perlah were nowhere near him.

Like hell he was going to let that guy in a uniform anywhere near Heather Collins.

**

It was starting again, finally.

Heather clicked her tongue as she finished the chart for her last patient before her lunch. She hadn’t planned on returning to The Pitt after finishing her emergency medicine fellowship but it was the place that offered the most money and her student loans were calling. Heather had missed Pittsburgh anyway. ‘And you have unfinished business,’ her subconscious added.

They were both attendings now; Robby was the chief of the ED but the power dynamic was way more equal. It wasn’t a potential career wrecker anymore. But it seemed since the man started therapy (Dana kept her abreast of that information as soon as he started), he had become more cautious, especially after she returned to The Pitt. Less willing to flirt, less staring, strictly professional.

It was driving her crazy.

Holy shit, she missed the innuendos and double-meanings. And the sex… no one fucked her like Robby did. Heather tried to forget, dated a couple of guys in Baltimore but no one came close.

Well, there was that one conference they had both attended where they ended up in Robby’s bed the last night. But still, it had been a while.

“Dr. Collins, a sight for sore eyes!”

Heather looked up to see a cop in front of her desk. He looked familiar but she couldn’t place him. “Um, hello, may I help you?”

The cop scratched the side of his head. “It’s been that long that you didn’t remember me? Officer Underwood.”

“Oh, hi,” Heather replied. At the corner of her eye, she saw Robby’s expression turn thunderous. Inwardly, she snickered, glad for once for his jealous reaction. It made her feel good as she asked, “Do you need any help, sir?”

The officer started to make small talk for the next five minutes as Robby got up and made his way to her desk. “Excuse me, Officer Underwood, Dr. Collins and I were just about to have a lunch meeting,” Robby interjected.

The poor guy’s face fell and normally, Heather would have made Robby pay for that with a sharp comment but Heather was tired already of his bumbling attempt to hit on her. “I’m sorry, I have to go, have a good rest of your day,” Heather called out as she watched Robby clutch his coffee cup.

Fifteen minutes later with talk about the Steelers and if it was actually going to be their year, Heather was sitting outside with Robby, a sandwich platter from Blue Sparrow in her lap, when she finally teased, “Do we really have a lunch meeting or did you let the green-eyed monster win?”

Robby looked adorably boyish in his scrubs and cargo pants, his hoodie on the bench due to the early October sun. Running a hand over his face, Robby took a swig of his water bottle.

“I want to take you out, Heather. A date, me and you, the next time we both have the night off.”

**

Robby never thought he would still be single at 45. He had dated long term, was engaged once, but he just didn’t make it down the aisle.

Yoninah had said that he was too emotionally constipated to settle down. Yoninah also was the kind of little sister who never had anything nice to say unless someone was being negative about her big brother first.

But after fourteen successful years as an attending and one year trying to live up to Dr. Adamson’s legacy, he finally met the one.

Too bad she was an intern. Older than the average intern but still an intern.

Dr. Collins. Brown skin, lovely deep brown eyes, a smile brighter than the sun. And the intelligence to back it up as she already quietly challenged him in the first week of her intern year.

Robby had better things he could do with that mouth.

Robby found himself at temple that week, praying he wouldn’t ruin his career and hers.

He managed not to as they danced around each other at The Pitt. Heather was a dream; talented doctor, if she had gone straight into med school, she would be the best EM doctor in the country. Probably would be even now. It was an honor to teach her and a torture every night as he jerked himself off the idea of feeling those deft fingers on his body, clutching him closer as he ate her pussy. Robby knew she would taste so good, so sweet.

It was a running joke between Abbot and Evans on when he would get caught staring too long. Van Horn said that Collins would probably try to switch attendings if she didn’t file for sexual harassment. Abbot commented that Collins would permanently join the night team. Evans stated that she thought Collins would actually be interested.

Robby thought Dana was full of shit but part of him stubbornly hoped his favorite nurse was right.

Then a good old Pittsburgh snowstorm hit. Heather was based in Sewickey and even though the plows were working, the bridges were too treacherous to use. Langdon had a baby, Shen had COVID, and all of the on-call beds were taken. Robby offered Heather a place to stay overnight at his house, in his spare bedroom. As soon as Collins said yes, Abbot snickered.

Robby planned to keep his hands to himself. He wasn’t a creep nor did he take advantage of his inferiors. Then Collins smiled at him, kissed his cheek then whispered, “Never expected this to happen but I know how you look at me, Dr. Robinavitch. I’m kinda curious to see how your thoughts translate to reality.”

Robby found himself on his knees, finally tasting that sweet cunt that had been in his dreams. It was sweeter, better than he expected as he made Collins cum twice with his mouth and fingers.

It was a night filled with filthy words and even filthier responses as months of tension turned into the heights of passion.

“There you go, fuck you’re so tight, you can take it all, Heather.”

“All it takes to get you wet is me talking in your ear? Damn, I just felt your pussy grip my fingers tighter. If it was my cock, you’d be milking my cum.”

“If you want my cock, you gotta ask me nicely, baby.”

“Fuck me, Robby. Give me your dick.”

Robby kneeled on his bed, Heather spread out beneath him, her ass up in the air. Her legs were spread, wet and inviting as she braced herself on her elbows Tearing the wrapper off another condom, Robby rolled it down over his cock before spanking Heather twice on each asscheek. Using his big hands, Robby grabbed Heather closer before sliding in deep. They both groaned as he bottomed out, the sensations way too good before Robby started fucking Heather in earnest. She took it, her pussy built for him as she moaned his name, broken words. Heather was close and she moved a hand to her clit, fingering it before pinching it to make herself cum. That was enough to trigger Robby to cum with a growl, his body on top of hers.

That was the beginning of five months of bliss before everything went to hell. The first anniversary of Adamson’s passing. The promotion to chief of the ED. Bubbeh nearly dying. Wanting more than just hooking up but couldn’t have more without ruining both of their careers. Robby couldn’t deal and he pushed Heather away. He had the joy of having her and losing her.

There were hellish years of watching, waiting, flirting. Jealousy of who Collins was seeing and not seeing.

Then there was Pittfest. The day from hell.

**

Michael “Robby” Robinavitch found himself in therapy two weeks after the day from hell. Not because he particularly wanted to be there but because his mother, his fucking mother, came to visit and brought up his Bubbeh.

“Your Bubbeh would NEVER want to see you like this,” she had said.

Robby could feel the concern and he wanted to snarl but he knew his Bubbeh would be so disappointed if he treated his mother like that. He put his head in his hands, trying to decide what he would do next. Then she dropped the next bomb.

Rebecca Cohen pulled up FaceTime and said, “Mama?”

Robby looked up; there was Bubbeh on the screen, her brown eyes still bright despite her advanced age.

“Oh my dear Mikey, you look so tired,” Bubbeh said as loud as she could.

Robby made an appointment for therapy as soon as his mother left.

Therapy was the fucking worst thing he dealt with, outside of COVID, to Robby. Abbot said it helped and he hadn't jumped, even when Mary Claire died. Robby wanted to quit after the first session, when Dr. Adelson asked him why he felt like he had to save the world. He had made it through the session but hadn’t planned on coming back until he saw Collins in the waiting room. She was there, she was seeing a different therapist but the look on her face when she realized why he was there…. The sun couldn’t shine brighter than that.

Robby returned. It took five months before he could really open up but he opened up. He talked about his parents: he had been a surprise when they had finished their residencies. Rebecca Cohen and Eli Robinavitch were supposed to be joining Peace Corps, not taking care of a baby. After Robby turned one, they finally left, leaving him with his Bubbeh and Zaydeh Cohen. His grandparents loved him but they were Holocaust survivors with their own trauma. But they did their best to give their grandson a childhood of love and it worked until his parents returned when he was seven years old with a two year old daughter and another baby. Eli and Rebecca had returned to the USA and were now opening their own practice. Michael would return to his parents, of course, that was how things were done. Bubbeh and Zaydeh were around daily but there were two other kids and Michael did not get along with his dad and then on his tenth birthday, Eli Robinavitch passed away. Michael cried but when his Zaydeh died when he was fifteen, Michael mourned. He cried, he felt adrift. But his Zaydeh had shared his dream of being a doctor with his eldest grandson and Michael would fulfill it for him. And Robby fulfilled it, becoming an amazing doctor and teacher but with very little social life outside of his work. A dream fulfilled, just to the detriment of his own mental health.

He couldn’t live like that anymore. Even as the main reason for therapy was leaving for Baltimore for a highly coveted emergency medicine fellowship at John Hopkins.

Robby did not realize he had been changing until he met with Mohan. He had offered the position of Chief Resident to Mohan for this year. Last year, it had been Ellis; it had been a three-way tie between Ellis, Collins, and Langdon but it was easier to pick Ellis as Ellis usually worked the night shift and the night shift hadn’t had a chief resident in years. Now Ellis was an attending, Langdon was back and repeating his PGY4 year. It was clear that Mohan expected the position to be offered to Langdon and in her shock, she asked, “Why?”

“Because while I am tough on you, Dr. Mohan, you are one of the best residents I ever got to mentor,” Robby replied.

“Did Abbot tell you to say that?”

Rubbing the back of his head, Robby grimaced. “Actually…. No. I’ve apologized before for calling you ‘Slo-Mo’ because your conscientious manner has made your visit times longer than what Gloria wants to see. However, you’ve never been afraid to challenge your attendings, always been willing to learn, and you’ve been a great mentor to Santos, King, Whitaker, and Javardi.”

“Nice to know that my contributions have been valued, Dr. Robby. It has also helped that you’ve been less stressed yourself, listening before snapping,” Samira stated. “I am happy to accept the position as Chief Resident for this year.”

Robby had given Samira a hug and high-five, happy that it had gone well.

**

Robby fidgeted as he waited for Heather’s response. He had started therapy at first just to get to this point but now, he felt like was adrift like before therapy.

Heather looked Robby in his eyes. “Just a date? Or something like before?”

Grimacing, Robby laughed self-consciously.

“No, this time, I want everyone to know exactly what is going on between us.”

[midnight-mourning]

L'appel de la Mer

🐟🐟Midnight's DCA MerMay Day 5🐟🐟

i will get caught up, it may seem impossible rn, BUT I WILL GET CAUGHT UP-

anyway, please enjoy this silly little thing

Prompt: Hello, hello, dear! Here is a little request: Kraken Sun and Kraken Moon hear the beautiful singing of Mermaid Y/N, and the boys decide to court them to win their affections, wishing for Y/N to become their mate. Y/N is cold at first, but softens as they see how adorable and silly the charming Krakens are, such darling gentlemen that truly mean their words of love. Y/N accepts their courtship, singing for the boys, while Sun and Moon brush Y/N's hair.

DCFPU prompt used: Seashell(s)

Word Count: 1982

Story will be posted to ao3 soon!

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The warm sun feels soothing against the chill of the water lapping below you. It's only in rare moments like this do you truly get to enjoy moments such as these. Best not to take it for granted. You shift slightly, scales sliding against the rock, and sigh, face nuzzling into it for good measure. 

Usually at this time of day you'd be busy with a flutter of activity. Though not willingly mind you. Sailors passing through, mers approaching with gifts and trinkets galore. All of them with the same thing on their mind; you. Or rather, having you for themselves. 

It hadn't been intentional, if anything it was anything but. You just simply enjoyed singing. It made you happy, made you feel fulfilled in your long, otherwise uneventful life. Singing was your outlet for joy, but in so many cases, it had become nothing but a burden. 

Anymore, you rarely sang. Finding that by avoiding it you avoided any and all unwanted attention. It made you sad, disheartened even, but you were better off for it in the long run! At least, that's what you told yourself. 

Nevertheless, you could at least enjoy this moment of peace for what it was worth. In fact, you almost want to fall asleep, all cozy and warm. Like laying near an underwater vent. 

Almost unknowingly, out of control, you start to hum to yourself a sort of lullaby. That hum grows into soft mumbling, trailing into singing before you know it. 

It's sleepy and jagged, but it's soothing to you as you feel yourself begin to drift off from your own song. 

"So you're the source of all that lovely music."

You spoke far too soon. 

Annoyed, you pretend to not hear whoever it is that's stumbled upon you now. Based on the singular voice it must be another mer and not a passing ship. Good and bad. Less to deal with, but harder to slip away from. You'll play this out and see how it goes. 

The second mer is a surprise. 

"I don't think they can hear your praise, Moon. Can't you see they're resting?"

A chuckle. "Resting yes, but asleep? Far from it. I think I'm simply being ignored."

"You're saying that as if you don't deserve it. You are interrupting their midday nap after all."

"If I recall correctly, coming up to the surface to see them had been your idea, Sun."

You scowl against the rock as they continue to bicker back and forth. When it delves into a full argument you make a noise of displeasure. But just as you're about to look up and say something you're hit with a sudden wave of water, shocking you fully awake and nearly knocking you off the rock. 

Sputtering, you look up and open your mouth to share a few choice words, only to be stunned into silence by the sight in front of you. 

Currently having it out with each other are two mers that are much larger than you. One blue, the other yellow. One with fins surrounding its head, the other with a cap-like structure. Both have several large tentacles for their bottom halves, and both are utilizing said tentacles to fight against the other. 

Kraken mers. 

Your favorite. 

You shake off your initial surprise and go back to being displeased at having your sunbathing interrupted by not just one, but two mers. And if they think you're going to let them get by with it just because you're a bit intimidated they are sorely mistaken. 

"Hey." You yell, though it does nothing. You try again, louder. "Hey!"

Still nothing, another large wave splashes against you, now completely ruining the warmth of your rock. Angry now, you look around for something to throw, picking up a nearby lose chunk of stone. You gather your strength and hurl the chunk in their general direction. 

It happens to be timed just right to hit the yellow one on the forehead. It startles him at most, but he stops what he's doing--holding the blue mer down in the water--to look at you.

"What was that for?" He pouts, the other mer snickering in the background. 

You scoff, then shake your head, feeling completely enraged for a moment. You raise to your full height possible on the rock, lifting your hands up in disbelief. "You've ruined my rock, that's what! Coming up here and bothering me while I'm trying to enjoy the nice weather, do you have any idea how long I've waited for a day of peace and relaxation?"

As you go on, you see them both cower at your words which, internally, gives you a bit of a power trip but in turn you lose your train of thought. "So, if you don't mind, I'd like to finish my nap in quiet. Thank you very much." You twist around, laying on your back now and ignoring the feeling of cool dampness against your skin and scales. 

For a minute or so, there is relative silence all around you, and your anger slowly begins to leech away. In fact, you feel your frown slip into a serene smile as the sun starts to evaporate away the water from your skin. 

A quiet ripple to your left catches your ear. 

"We're terribly sorry, sweet thing. I'm afraid we got a bit caught up in the moment."

"Yes, very sorry. Didn't mean to be a bother."

You feel your frown return, though a bit softer.

"It's fine. Though I suppose now you have something to say, don't you?" Your eyes remain closed. You're already prepared for the usual spiel, you hope they'll be quick. 

There's a splash again. "Actually, a gift. Though plenty of words if you'd like them."

"Multiple gifts at that if you'll allow."

You crack an eye open. It’s been some time since you’ve received gifts for your singing. 

Sure enough, you find the yellow mer is holding a sparkly seashell out to you. When you turn your head to the right, you see the blue mer is also holding a shell of his own. And while never participating much yourself, you know the rules around courting. You're just genuinely taken aback by what is occurring. 

Sure, you know your singing attracted mers to you, and you'd been asked for your hand on more than one occasion as a result, but very few had ever taken the actual steps to prove it. You were flattered for a brief moment, and then highly suspicious. Maybe your sleepy singing had been better than you thought. 

You keep your expression neutral. "I appreciate the gesture, but I cannot accept."

"Are they not pretty enough?" The yellow one asks. 

"We can find better options. Say the word and we'll find exactly what you like."

You're not used to this. The... genuinity in their tones, but you let it go, you're overthinking it. 

Still, you'll give a bit of sympathy, considering the slight fear you still hold of them. 

"How about a couple names?" You ask. "You don't even know mine and here you are wanting to court me like it's nothing." You can't help the bitterness which boils under the surface of your words. 

The two krakens look between each other, as if realizing something. Profusely, they apologize. Surprising you even further. 

Yellow puts a hand. To his chest, bowing slightly. "If you'll allow us a chance to amend our blunder, my name is Sun."

"Moon." States the blue one. "And yours, pretty pearl?"

You tell them yours, blunt. To the point. They seem bothered by it. 

"We'll find better options to present to you." Moon nods, seeming already determined to prove himself. 

Sun agrees. "Just give us some time, sweet. But hopefully these will be a suitable start."

Before you can protest, they gently set the shells down and dive back under the water. You get another wave sent your way in the process. 

You give up on sunbathing. 

Sun and Moon however, don't give up on you. To your eventual amazement and utter confusion. 

They each bring you shells, stones, and sea glass galore. Snacks and meals of shellfish, kelp or heaping piles of fish. Coral and pearls and quite literally anything they can find. Very pretty things however, you won't deny. All of it you know meant to be offerings for the ability to court you. 

At first you just rejected them because you didn't believe either mer held any sincerity with their gifts. Their sweet words or declarations and promises. It was far too unbelievable. All just the same as it always was. Surely they would grow tired, or your unintentional enchantment would wear off soon enough, right? You haven't even been singing lately!

Now though, now you were beginning to doubt yourself. Because of the conversations you had. Their poetic words met by your cold but wry banter. The days spent following you around, the nights spent watching the stars, offering you both companionship and assistance--when you desired it. Another baffling fact of the matter was that they kept their distance when you asked for it. Most never offered you such a courtesy. 

Both had their own traits that made them 'tolerable'. Though you'd be lying if you said they were just tolerable at this point. Slowly you'd warmed up to at least consider Sun and Moon your friends. 

Moon with how he'd cheekily tease you while he flirts. Sun with his wide-smiled compliments that after a while began to make you blush. They'd really started to grow on you. But it's not until one day, while sitting in their cave--which always had an open-invite for you--that it hits you. 

You're quietly humming to yourself as you sort through today's offerings, having become a bit of a game between the three of you by this point. Meanwhile behind you, the two of them fuss over your hair, both with each other and with the mess you've left them with to manage. To your credit, when you have enough trinkets given to you, at least some of them are going to wind up in your hair. How else were you supposed to enjoy them? 

Regardless, it's in that moment, that split second, realization rolls over you. You're singing. Quietly, barely much at all, but still singing nonetheless. You haven't done that in months. Not unless you were assured absolute and utter privacy. 

It was a combination of hoping Sun and Moon would finally grow bored, and developed into a fear that this friendship you'd foster would end up nothing but a farce. But now, you were finally comfortable enough to be around them to do it. To hum, to sing, to simply be you. Without the worry that it would be taken at face-value. 

"I accept." You blurt out then, astonished. 

You feel one set of hands stop their movement. The other continues without pause. 

"What."

"Hmm?" 

"Do you mean it?" Moon presses, bending down to meet your gaze. 

You nod, smiling and then laughing. "I do, yes."

"You do what, Sweetfin?" Sun asks absentmindedly, still not connecting things. 

You tilt your head back to see him. "Accept your offer to court me. If it's still available, that is?"

"Of course Starlight, now look forward again so I can—" Sun stops, shaking his head. "Truly?!"

He scoops you up, hugging you tightly as you laugh again. "I already said yes!"

Thus, after a bout of affection-filled confirmations, you find yourself back to being pampered, with the two mers back to bickering over your hair. Sun wanting to take the proper time to brush it out, and Moon urging him to move quicker so they weave in their favorite shells and such to proudly display your new status as partners. 

And for the first time in a long time, you sing without a care in the world. 

Well, maybe two. 

🌊🎣🌊🎣🌊🎣🌊🎣🌊🎣🌊🎣🌊🎣🌊🎣🌊

Thank you @amarynthian-chronicles for the lovely idea! I had much fun writing these three and their silly dynamics ^^

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[dianight]

While that is a conversation worth having (exclusively among tma people), whatever privilege you benefit from by being in the closet is highly conditional and usually unwelcome; the example of having a "male" legal name giving you better job prospects sounds to me like telling an abused wife that she benefits from marriage by never disobeying her husband and doing as she's told, as in, as long as she fulfills the role she is assigned. A few more doors that might open (temporarily anyway) for you in exchange for living in denial of who you are does not seem like privilege to me. And ALSO:

As harsh as it is let's look at statistics, that no matter how badly the process and misrepresented the data conclude that the transfem demographic has higher rates of unemployement (among others that will go unsaid) compared to their nontransfem counterparts (whether you consider them ciswomen or cismen or whatever other group, depending on how malicious you are feeling that day), so when looking at averages and the big picture if we want to get fancy, we can say with certainty that being in the closet does not grant you privilege.

Are there benefits? Yes, that is undeniable. It is also undeniable that those benefits are incidental, conditional and always temporary. To draw an inverted parallel (foil?) to that absurd phrase: "the patriarchy hurts men too" does not mean that the patriarchy hurts men as a class, just that individual men can be "hurt" by not playing the role assigned to them; what keeps transfems in the closet is transmisogyny as a social force, whether it manifests as fear of violence, social rejection or "just" as internalized transmisogyny. Avoiding the brunt of it by staying closeted by trying (and failing) to play the role assigned to us cannot be meaningfully be described as privilege, as the wife from my previous hypothetical knows from firsthand experience.

[urinarythreatinfection]

Confusion In My Love

Sanji x Male Reader. Angst and fluff. Part one. 1908 words.

Desc: Sanji has realized his feelings for you but struggles with how to deal with them.

tw: misunderstandings on how gay relationships work.

This is hard. Sanji finally accepted the fact that he’s in love with you… but what now? It may be easier knowing what his feelings are but now that he knows there’s a new issue. What is he supposed to do with them? He’s a romantic, but that’s strictly for women. Even if it’s you he doesn’t know if he has it in him to be romantic towards a man. Plus, is he a bottom or a top? This is very important to him.

“Sanji.” He snaps out of his thoughts, right, he was talking to Robin. She sits at the small table with her plate of snacks, him standing next to her. “You suddenly went still, is everything alright?”

“I’m completely fine, Robin-chan.” He says with a small smile, “I’m sorry for worrying you.” then clasps his hands together with heart eyes. “But I'm happy you’re worried for me, you’re an angel!” She giggles.

“If you say so, but I recommend you not keep things in. It’s bad for you.” Her words cause his heart to sting.

‘Keeping things in..’ It’s not like bottling up his feelings feels nice, obviously, but he doesn’t know what else to do. ‘If I decide to confess, how?’ He doesn’t know what men would like out of another man, and he isn’t crossdressing no matter how many times it pops into his mind. ‘Maybe if I visualize it it’ll help.’ He starts to imagine what his confession would be.

“Oh (Y/n), I just love you so much! Can we be together?” Sanji shyly confesses, batting his eyelashes like a maiden.

Yuck. That doesn’t look right at all. Fully grown man batting his eyelashes shyly, no way. He can’t play the woman. Maybe he should try confessing like he would normally.

“(Y/n)-chan, my beautiful prince, will you do me the honor of being my lover?” Sanji declares while on one knee, his arm outstretched with hearts in his eyes.

No way. He’s sappy like that with women but with a man he just can’t handle that. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. Plus, it feels more embarrassing knowing that it’s you. You make him too nervous for him to lay on his usual dramatic love. For either option, your reaction…

“Ah.. Sanji I know I said liking men was okay, but do you have to be creepy like this? It’s really cringey, maybe we should put some distance between us..” A look of discomfort and disgust is on your face as you grimace at the cook.

His heart painfully throbs and his hand instinctively goes to his chest. That hurts. So much. He can’t do that. You distancing yourself, you being disgusted with him, no no no he would rather keep it in forever.

“Sanji.” Robin calls to him for the second time, he spaced out again. “You really are not your usual charming self, are you sure nothing is the matter?”

“No, I’m completely fine!” He steps back. “Actually—I have to prepare dinner. Call me if you need anything Robin-chan!” He retreats to his oasis to avoid the conversation, just like before. It’s okay. He’ll keep himself busy. It’ll be easy to keep sane if he’s preoccupied.

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..That’s what he thought anyway, but he’s too skilled at cooking. “Shit.” His hands grip the counter, he never knew he’d dislike his ability to cook on autopilot; though he does feel a bit better. ‘I worried Robin-chan too, I’m a horrible excuse for a gentleman.’ He laments while skillfully marinating meat. Robin is right. He isn’t his “usual charming self.” at all. That repeats in his mind. ‘My charming self. Charm.’ Maybe he could try charming you, but what would a man like out of another man? What would you like in another man? Even if he tries to keep it in with all his might, he can feel himself starting to crack, too romantic to be able to keep anything like this bottled up. At this rate he’s going to end up blurting it out, and most importantly he still doesn’t know if he should be the bottom or the top. ‘I should top, obviously, but what if he wants me to bottom? Would I have to take it? It’ll hurt.’ He’s anxious. He needs his body to fight and if he ends up sore somehow it would affect his speed while cooking. How would he fit into a wedding dress when you two get married? Surely it would look unflattering on him. Or maybe you’re into that sort of thing, that would make it a lot easier. Wait, he's thinking about crossdressing again! “Shit!” He slams a bowl of cut up veggies next to a pot, then pours it in. “Can I still top while in a dress!?” This is very important to him.

“Hey.”

“KYAAA!” Sanji turns to find Zoro in the middle of walking into the kitchen, the door slowly closing behind the stunned swordsman.

…

He grins maliciously, uh oh. “Was gonna ask if the food was almost done, didn’t know there was a little girl cooking instead of curly brow.” This is the worst person who could’ve heard him.

“Shut up! You make tons of weird noises whenever you sleep!” He angrily continues to cook while defending himself.

“Alright sweetie.” Sanji’s grip tightens around his ladle.

“I’m gonna put glass in your food again, I swear I will.” He places dishes down onto the dining table before walking over and the door to outside. “Dinner’s ready!” He yells and crewmates come flooding in, including yoy. Your sight closes in to see Sanji glaring at Zoro, which isn’t new, but what is the smug happy look on Zoro’s face. When he spots you his grin gets wider.

“Oy, (Y/n). Turns out the cook has another side.” Sanji grabs Zoro by his coat, his anger looks mixed with distress. Something pops into your mind.

‘He found out about Sanji’s attraction to men!’ You misunderstood. ‘He’s using it to make fun of him though.. that’s really mean.’ You stop Sanji from shaking Zoro. “You don’t have to tell me, and don’t use that as a way to make fun of him. It’s not cool.” They both stare at you wide eyed, then Sanji turns pale.

‘H-He knows!?’

“What?” Zoro furrows his brows. “He makes fun of me for stupid shit all the time.”

“I know, but a sensitive topic like that… c’mon.” You frown and so does Zoro. Was what he said that bad? You’re starting to make him second guess.

“It’s not like it’s all that serious but.. alright.” If something like that is important enough, apparently, he won’t go blabbing. Sanji’s got enough faults already for him to make fun of; even if it’s a shame and he’s still confused on how screaming kya is a sensitive topic. He walks to the dining table, glancing back at Sanji to see how pale he is. ‘Jeez, was it that crazy?’ Meanwhile, you walk over to the cook and put a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, I’m sure Zoro didn’t mean to be malicious and I’m not gonna judge you.” You’re trying to be comforting even though Sanji feels like he’s gonna throw up. If you know he said kya you could think less of him, you know he likes men(?). He’d seem completely stereotypical if he was girly like this. ‘I hope that comforted him.’ You think to yourself as you go to your seat to eat.

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“Sanji, can you help with this?” You ask and he turns to you quickly.

“Yes! My-” He stops himself. “Sure.” ‘Hold it in.’

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“Haha! You’re funny!” You laugh as he gets rejected by Nami. He spins around to you, managing to stop before he blurts out something overly loving.

“Ah- uh.” He falters, then speedwalks away with red ears. ‘Hold it.’

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“Sanj-” He runs away.

‘Hold!'

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This is bad. He underestimated the amount of times he’d have to hold it in and it’s piling up quick. It’s like the more he hides his romance in fear of being rejected the more they struggle to come out. It’s so bad he hasn’t realized even you’ve started taking notice. How couldn’t you? He can’t hide the way his cheeks flush when you’re close to him, he’s white, it’s very noticable. The thing holding you back is how vulnerable he is. On the slight chance you could be wrong the consequences would be terrible. He told you he likes men then you assume all of a sudden he’s into you? That’s one of the textbook things not to do.

‘It could be shyness around me since I know his secret.’ You think to yourself as you help Sanji write down what they need to buy at the next island. Once you’re done you hand the list to him, you need to test this.

“Thanks.” He grabs the list but when he does you tug on his hand and hug him. He goes tense immediately.

“I know you’re anxious about a lot right now, but I’m here for you.” You rub his back, he hasn’t kicked you off. “I.. care about you.” You pull back to see him tomato red. ‘Woah.’

“..Thanks.” He finally squeaks out after a moment of silence.

‘This has to be something. It has to be.’ You slide his hand up to his shoulders and gently massage them. “Sanji, if you need to tell me something then say it. Please.” His brain is overloading, you’re so close. You want him to say it, to tell you? Do you know what it is? He didn’t prepare but you’re so close, and he’s so full of emotions.

“L..ove.. I love you.” His voice is shaky as he finally confesses. He’s pretty, face red and looking at you with overwhelmed dizzy love. He’s been holding in his feelings for almost a month, and confused about his feelings for more. There’s only so much he can handle. “I’m in love with you.” Your heart quickens as blood trickles from his nose.

‘So he does.’ You’d pushed down any possible feelings for him from his clear extreme dislike of men but here he is confessing to you while nosebleeding. Your hands move to cup his face. “You- Can I.. kiss you?” His mind seemingly goes blank but before you can change your mind he manages to nod and close his eyes. Your thumb wipes blood from his mouth before you softly press your lips against his. He trembles slightly and holds onto your shoulders, when you both part he pants and his forehead falls to your chest.

“I like you too.” He looks up at you, you’re not quite intense enough to immediately say love. “Do you, um, wanna date?” Even if this would be obvious if two people shared feelings, this is Sanji. He sinks to his knees and you catch him, sinking down to the ground with him. “You don’t have to make this choice now, we don’t even have to date.” Sanji shakes his head.

“N-No, I want to.” He leans back, laying on your forearm. “I just.. am I.. the top or bottom?”

“What? I mean, I’m fine with bottoming if it matters that much to you.”

“It.. does..” It’s extremely important to him, which is why it’s the last question he asks before passing out. Congratulations on the new relationship.

There you go. Might make a bonus smut but it's done. Anyway I'm gonna post once aweek now, should help me not burn out. muah.

[nyxxnoir]

The next door temptation

I've made an attempt to write my first fic! My ideas kept exploding after the request by @estrangedillusion-slashduffizsgf

Fair warning; English is not my first language, so I apologize for any errors that may occur, but I tried my best to spellcheck and reread it to make sure it wasn't too bad.

This is part one to the story. I decided to split the story in two to avoid it from being too long. There will be more smut in part two. The story starts under "Keep reading".

You're laying in bed, tired after a long day. You get yourself cozy and comfortable under the sheets, but as soon as you're just about to fall asleep, you're jolted awake by the sound of music coming from the backyard. It's blasting and thumping like a heartbeat, echoing and shaking through the walls of your house. You let out a sigh of annoyance. "The new neighbours must be having a moving in party or something…" she thinks to herself. You pull the pillow over your head in a futile attempt to drown out the noise, but it doesn't help that the bass is making the whole house shake like there's an earth quake.

"Why do they have to party so loud?" you muttered to yourself, half-exasperated, half-intrigued by the two guys she barely saw early in the morning when you were leaving for work and they were moving boxes into their new home. They were undeniably attractive, and the way they carried themselves — confident and carefree — made her heart flutter with a mix of annoyance and something else entirely.

After another loud burst of laughter, followed by the bass-heavy beat of a song that made the book on your night table fall onto the floor, your frustration boiled over. You toss your pillow aside and swing your legs off the bed. "Enough is enough," you decide. You get out of the bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt before you head out the door of your house. You don't care about the messy hair you had quickly put into a bun before going to bed.

As you approach their house, the music feels almost alive. It's vibrating through your body. You raise your hand and knock sharply on the door. Standing there for a while, there was nothing but the music that nearly drowned out the sound of your knock. You wonder if anyone had even heard you.

You raise your hand to knock again. Just as you're about to knock, the door swings open, revealing Nikki. He's standing there, his tall, lean stature with his tousled hair and piercing eyes, grinning mischievously at you. His gaze is sweeping over you, looking you up and down. Your breath hitch in your throat. "Damn, he's even more attractive up close. Wish I had dressed up a bit better than this," you think to yourself as his eyes are carefully drifting over your appearance. Your sweatpants, oversized t-shirt and the messy bun on your head.

"Hey there, neighbour! You don't look like you're dressed to party," he states with his lips now curving to his signature smirk. Oh god, that smirk.

You open your mouth to respond, but no words come out. All you could do was stare — caught in the web of his charm. After a moment, his friend Tommy appears behind him. He looks so much taller now you're this close. It's almost intimidating. Tommy's presence is commanding, but relaxed. He flashes a charming grin that makes your heart race. "You can come in if you want. The party needs more girls anyway," Tommy's lips turning into a playful grin.

You hesitate, your heart pounding in your chest, nearly as loud as the drums of the music. The idea of stepping into the party, especially dressed like this, of being so close to them both was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. You finally gather enough courage to speak. "I—I just wanted to let you know that the music is… um, really loud"

Nikki flashes another smirk while Tommy grins amused at your shyness.

"We’ll keep it down for you,” Nikki said, stepping aside to let you come into the house and walk through the boxes all over the floor to get out to the backyard. "We promise. But I bet you’d have more fun inside."

Against your better judgment, curiosity got the best of you, and you step over the threshold. The lively atmosphere engulf you as you enter the backyard, where laughter and music are intertwined in a chaotic symphony.

"Alright, everyone! Time’s up! You all need to head home!" Nikki announces, his tone playful yet authoritative. Guests began to trickle out, leaving just the three of you.

As the last of the partygoers leave, Tommy leans in close, his warm breath fanning against your ear. "You should stay," he whispers, a wicked glint in his eye. He wink at Nikki, who was watching with a grin that suggested they had something planned.

Your pulse quickens. "Stay? I don’t know… I'm quite tired after a long day at work."

"We just want to get to know our new neighbour better," Nikki said with a low and inviting voice. "How about a drink?"

Before you could even answer, Tommy had already grabbed a couple of glasses and poured something clear and bubbly. "It's just sparkling water, I promise."

You accept the drink, your fingers brushing against Tommy's as your eyes lock, sending a shiver down your spine. The air between you crackles with tension, and you can feel your cheeks flushing.

"Let's play a game," Nikki suggests, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "How about…" his fingers taps on his chin as he thinks before he gives another smirk. "How about Truth or Dare?"

You bite your lip, glancing between the two men. "Truth or Dare? Isn't that a bit… childish?"

"Not when it's just the three of us," Tommy replies with a purr. He leans back against the counter of the outside bar they had set up with a casual confidence that makes your heart skip a beat. "It could be fun."

Nikki nods in agreement, his expression encouraging. "We promise to keep it interesting."

With a deep breath, you cave in, a smile creeping onto your face. "Okay, I'm in."

As you settle into a circle, the game began innocently enough, but it quickly escalated. Dares turned from silly to seductive, each challenge became charged with a teasing undertone. You feel yourself getting swept up in the excitement, your heart racing with every daring request.

By the time you reached the point of no return, the air was thick with anticipation. "Your turn, T-Bone. Truth or Dare?"

Tommy responds with a cocky grin. "Dare."

Nikki grins as he thinks of his next dare. "Okay. I got one. I dare you to kiss our neighbour"

Your breath hitch at the thought of kissing him. Your lips crash against one another, igniting a spark between you — a pulse of heat leaving you breathless.

While you and Tommy are kissing, Nikki's arms wraps around your waist on your stomach from the back, tilting his head and kisses your neck. His kisses turn into nips. You let out a soft moan into Tommy's mouth while your tongues dances and fights for dominance.

Nikki's hands starts tugging on your oversized t-shirt, slowly lifting it and explores the soft skin.

After what feels like both forever and only a second, both at once, Tommy reluctantly pulls away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he looks down at you. "I think we’ve got to know you pretty well now," Tommy said slyly, his eyes dark with desire. "But we’d like to explore this connection a little deeper. What do you say?"

Nikki leans in closer, his warm breath against your neck as he speaks. "We can show you a good time, doll. All you have to do is say yes."

Your heart races as the reality of the moment sinks in. You've never been one for impulsiveness, but here, with two charming strangers, the thrill of the unknown beckons to you like a forbidden fruit.

"Yes," you breath, the word escaping your lips like a secret.

[worstloki]

Thor tries to pick up the designated driver pilot role after feast parties and off-realm adventures following Loki’s death but it soon becomes apparent that the only decent pilot left on the team is Fandral and he’s insufferable if you drink excessively and don’t let him join

[equill]

You missed the mark! (Time Travel)

Extra: Otsutsuki

(they learn Kurama is willingly there)

anndd more sketches to give

[hazmatazz]

learning how to draw these gay weirdos

og doodle 💥

[tj-crochets]

So on the plus side I apparently unexpectedly reached some threshold of stabilizing my mast cells and have had a few reactions with no migraine or nausea! I'm experiencing acute stress without having bad tachycardia or shaking or having a little bit of that whole "impending sense of doom!" On the minus side I seem to have gone back to hives????? I used to get hives from like 2015ish to like 2019ish, when I finally mostly got my allergies under control*, and then I mostly just stopped having hives. Like. At all. I might have contact dermatitis on like hands knees or elbows if I happened to touch pollen from the Mystery Plant I am allergic to** but I did not get the spontaneous hives on my joints all the time, and now I had one on my hip and I feel like my hand is trying to get one and maybe my knee????? This is definitely a huge step down in terms of severity, significantly less likely to have side effects that land me in the hospital, but I am so confused. Happy about it! Hope it lasts! But so confused. Also (and I do remember this from the few times I got hives once I started antihistamines), feeling a hive try to form while on high doses of antihistamines is so weird. I feel like if I get into too much detail it might squick y'all out but trust me it's a weird feeling. Each individual hive since I've been on daily antihistamines, with one notable exception, lasts less than an hour instead of 24+ hours. *read: four times the daily recommended dose of 24 hour antihistamines, as my allergist told me to do **was not able to narrow down what, exactly, it is, but it was seasonally limited and limited to a certain geographic area so like I think it was a plant? Forgot to mention: I had very little overlap between the "all hives all the time" era of my allergies and the "severe migraines leading to severe dehydration" era of my allergies. Like, very occasionally my hives reaction would get bad enough I'd get the migraine and nausea as well, but very, very rarely. They aren't mutually exclusive they just seem to be for me?

[what-the-fuck-khr]

what-the-fuck-khr’s most popular sky is tsunayoshi! he won with 38.6% out of 10 characters!

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

tbh i think that even unwinnable fights should be winnable. some of the BEST fights i've ever run as a dm were ones i built kill the players (in a fun way. I had some cutscenes prepped so even the loss would be a different flavour of win)- but then they were clever bastards and managed to either win the fights or pull themselves out of trouble. I think it's perfectly fine to plan for a fight that players aren't supposed to win, but you need to let them. if they can't win, they can't lose, and the meaning of that encounter is diminished. do that too many times, and they stop trusting you to give them roleplay prompts and start expecting to sit there waiting while you drive the story for them.

but if they can win... if there is always the chance to win, no matter how impossible the odds, then they ALWAYS have hope. they always get invested. they feel the big emotions of success or the big emotions of failure, and you fucking Win as a dm/roleplay prompter/lead bastard.

[daincrediblegg]

Just a laundry list of stuff from the Terror scripts that doesn’t nearly get as talked about as much as it should and I’m going to make it everyone else’s problem

The way that neptune’s shit in front of hickey is LITERALLY a revenge shit. Puppy knew puppy always knew- but also how neptune is so beautifully and carefully tied into scenes like. The script loved this dog. So fucking much ("we put up with it because the captain loves it" DAMN RIGHT!!!! THATS HIS DOOOOOOG).

As much as I hate these bitches: that extended scene with Sir John and Lady Jane???? Him in bed with the flu and they are literally the picture of casual tenderness and affection and I might never recover from it. He literally asks her to stowaway like I CANNOT with that shit it’s so unbelievably cute. "I'm ill, Jane" will haunt me forever.

Sofia’s “you should marry a pole, not a woman”??? YYYYYYYOWCH

Also the change your jacket before you come down to dinner bit to Francis that was carried over from the book makes me go insane. Yes. Change your whole self to make yourself presentable to good society and then you can be with us. Yeah. Sooo fucking normal (I am yanking that man away from Sofia with my fucking teeth on the scruff of his neck).

Also. The Pelgar Bridgens romance. Is so real. Show gets so subtle with it I read it as a storge kinda bromance first go around but script loved these two guys being in love so much and it was beautiful that it was literally written queer love from the get go. And put up against Hickey and Gibson it’s a stark and beautiful and TRAGIC as fuck contrast. Like show showed it well but the way it was actually written is ascendant to me.

JFJ being at home in combat. Jesus fucking christ. And the crown of thorns. Jesus was a man riddled with scurvy and his name was james fitzjames. also the splinter thing he literally carries the ship with him in the most painful way possible. christ alive.