#stuff cause I’m a sap

[h3lian]

𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 &   𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝

[ragingbookdragon]

It’s a ridiculously warm day in Birmingham at the base and she’s on the couch with one foot touching Ghost’s thigh as he lays on the floor of the 141’s common room in his shorts. The overhead ceiling fan is going full blast as is the fan on the kitchen counter. Condensation drips down the side of her glass as she watches the minutes tick by on the clock on the wall.

Boredom.

Pure boredom is what is pulling her down into the couch, drowning her veins in a slow sap that causes her to let out another exaggerated sigh; she hears the rumble from the cushions below.

“What?” Ghost grunts.

“I’m booooooooored,” she groans and he rolls his eyes despite them being closed.

“Well find something to do instead of bothering me.”

“It’s too hooooooooooot.”

“Then maybe shut up?” he offers and she kicks his thigh.

“Don’t be an arse.” He simply hums in return and she lets out a long breath, waits a moment, a few moments, then asks, “What are you going to do with my body when I d—?”

“You’re not dying before me,” is his immediate, cutting her off.

“If,” she starts again. “I die before you, what are you going to do with me?”

Ghost’s muscles flex beneath her foot and he responds, “Have you stuffed and add a button that repeats all your favorite catch-phrases.”

“Is one of them going to be, ‘You look like an anal-retentive Halloween decoration.’?”

“Among many others.”

“Wonderful.”

He lays flatter to the ground, getting comfortable on his stomach. “What do you want me to do with your body if you die before me?”

She thinks for a second, then says, “Cremate me. Make my ashes into ink, and tattoo something fond on your body to have me with you forever.”

“A bit morbid,” he notes. “If not unhygienic.”

“Fine, fine, stuff me like a treasured trophy then.��

He simply smiles and tips his leg up into her foot.

***

“You’re sure you’d rather have this ink than the ones I have? I can’t promise the tattoo won’t get infected with what you’ve got.”

He shakes his head, hums low in his throat and mutters, “Want this one.”

The tattoo artists shrugs and readies his things to begin tattooing across the soldier’s spine. “It’s rare that I see men get such a delicate flower like a cherry blossom branch on them,” he says. “They must be special to you.”

His eyes open and he looks at the wall, can see her plain as day with that gorgeous smile on her face; it makes a soft and sweet, but bitter smile come across his own. “My woman, she loved them.”

[ickadori]

[cws] fluff. reader wears makeup but is otherwise gn.

“Your lashes are so long, Yuji. I’m jealous.”

You mumble, your chin propped up on his chest as you stare at his face. You’re sprawled on top of him as he scrolls on his phone, hands playing in his hair and occasionally moving down to poke and prod at his cheeks, nose and lips.

“Don’t be.” His eyes flick down to you before moving back to his phone where he’s just hit play on a video. “I like your lashes, I think they’re pretty—especially when you put that stuff on them. The black stuff in that little tube?”

“Mascara?” He hums in confirmation, his free hand moving to smooth circles into your back. You smooth his eyebrows down with your thumbs.

“I like the cheek stuff, too. The stuff that makes it look like you’re blushing.” His hand disappears underneath your shirt so he can be skin-to-skin. “It’s called blush, right?”

“Yup. What about my lipstick? What’s your favorite color?”

“Um,” his brows furrow as he mulls it over, eyes still glued to his phone screen. You can hear a man’s voice lowly flowing through the speakers, likely one of the many gaming Youtubers that he likes to watch at night. “The brown colors. You call them nudes, I think, which is so funny.” He laughs, the motion rocking you, and you go back to running your fingers through his hair. “But I like the gloss you wear more, when your lips are all shiny. I can never stop kissing you whenever you put it on - it’s like they put crack in it or something.”

“I like that one, too.”

“Cause I kiss you a lot when you wear it, right?” He sounds smug, and you give a gentle tug to his hair, getting a soft pinch to your side in return.

“Because I think it’s really pretty, actually.” He pouts. “…but also because you kiss me a lot when I wear it, yes.” His lips curve into a smile, fingers beginning to tap a beat against your back.

“You’re such a sap.”

“Says the sap.”

“Sapsayshuh?” He quickly rushes out, and you fight off a yawn as you frown.

“Huh?” You ask, only to groan when you finally process his words.

“See? You are the sap.” Sleep has begun to creep into his voice, and he clicks his phone off with a press of a button and sets it to the side, arms moving to curl around your waist as he sighs, lashes brushing against the tops of his cheeks as he looks down at you.

“You’re so annoying.”

“You’re so cute, and funny, and soft, and perfect, and—”

“Oh my god.”

“—amazing, and smart, and strong, and—”

“Yuji!” You break out into a fit of laughter, your hands moving to cover his mouth as you smile. “Enough. You’re—yuck! Did you lick my hand?” He grins. “You’re so nasty.”

“That’s the same thing you said the first time I ate—”

“Okay, Mr. Itadori. Goodnight.”

He snickers, and a second later he’s pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Goodnight, baby.”

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - In Which None of You Should be Surprised by a MAJOR Upset in the Standings

Sorry this is so late. I had a pretty epic series of delays landing me at NRT for like 18 hours or something ridiculous. To be fair there are much worse airports to be stranded at.

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

June 2024 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

The Rebound (Weds Gaga) ep 1 of 12 - Fuck all ya'all if you thought I had taste. MeenPing are topping this damn list because... have you any idea how LONG I have been waiting for a real sports centered BL starring at least one boy who actually played the flipping sport? My whole damn life. You ready for me to go into euphoric splooges all over your screens? I don't think you are. SUFFER! And now some splooging:

It’s off to a great start. Thank you, Rebound, for being exactly what I wanted. By which I mean Meen has his shirt off literally in the first two minutes of the show. Also it’s a bit of a childhood sweethearts reunion romance. There’s nothing wrong with this beginning. Fantastic. For a change, I even enjoy the intro music. Golf is directing MeenPing this time, so maybe something magical will happen. Frank is aging so pretty!!! How nice for all of us. Even the bb play is good. It’s a proper sports BL. I’m so damn happy right now. 

Wandee Goodday (Sat YT) ep 9 of 12 - I’m so tired of Ter, but everything else was lovely. Also they are SUCH boyfriends. 

Sunset X Vibes (Sat iQIYI) ep 3 of 12 - They are so cute in these roles. I don’t know why, I just like their vibe better here than in the previous show. (And I really enjoyed Big Dragon at the start.) This show is a lot more classic romance and kind of pat because of that. I do hope the ingénue character gets some kind of additional development and talent. But even if it stays mundane, these two have the chemistry to carry it. So I suspect I’ll keep enjoying it regardless. I am mildly intrigued by the spice of the PNR element, so I hope they run with that a bit more. I suspect they will have to, to extend the plot for 12 eps.

My Stand-In (Fri iQIYI) ep 10 of 12 - Ah Ming... famous last words. This one just makes me sigh a lot and whimper sadly. I don’t know where they’re going with this plot or how they’re gonna resolve it. Joe finally being the asshole Ming deserves is a lot of fun though (double entendre intended). I’m scared but it did make me cry... a lot. (That's fine, I'm a sap.)  

Imma say this because no one else has. Wardrobe is unilaterally terrible in this show. I mean Thailand is notoriously bad in general but this show, nash.

We Are Cute (Weds iQIYI) ep 13 of 16 - They are so fucking adorable. And so flirty! Also a crying kiss? My favorite! Chain’s little moment of "Cupid shoot thyself" was epic. ("Physician heal thyself" but for the BL world?) Honestly, I could watch a whole show about these two...

The Trainee (Sun YouTube) ep 1 of 12 - How does Gun still look like he’s just out of high school? Madness. Does the set for the print shop that he’s working in at the beginning remind anybody else of Mork’s dad’s place in ‘Cause He’s My Boy? I swear GMMTV has about 3 sets they rotate through.

To be brutally honest, I was not looking forward to the show at all. No idea why. OffGun aren’t my most favorite OG pair, but I respect them for their longevity, optics, acting shops, and enduring brand. Maybe I just needed more of a gap from Cooking Crush?

Whatever, I was absolutely riveted by this first episode. I’m enjoying The Trainee a lot. Like, a lot a lot.

My Love Mix-Up Th (Fri YT) ep 4 of 12 - This version did the "clear up of the inciting miscommunication" in such a sweet achey way. Frankly that "ache of first love" really plays to G4's strengths as a pair. This was a good ep and I’m now starting to enjoy this one for its own sake and get some distance from the JBL version. It's just there is A LOT of good stuff coming out of Thailand right now.

Love Sea (Sun iQIYI) ep 3 of 10 - I was inspired to write a Shakespearean style sonnet in this week's trash watch. Mame seems to believe that no character can have depth without suffering. And I found this episode both boring and rushed at the same time. Trash watch here. (This week's trash watch also VERY delayed.)

Knock Knock Boys (Thurs Gaga) ep 6 of 12 - It’s eminently missable... so I missed it this week in order to get this weekly update out. Next week will be a two in one. 

Only Boo! (Sun YT) ep 12fin - Okay, that’s it, I guess?

Summary:

An idol romance about a sunshine boy who dances good and wants to be a star and a reserved food stand vendor. Other side of the tracks, grumpy/sunshine pair who fall in love but, of course, to be an idol baby boy can't date. It wasn’t particularly bad, it wasn’t particularly good either. 7/10

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

I Hear the Sunspot AKA Hidamari ga Kikoeru (Japan Weds Gaga) Ep 1 of 10 - A new series adaptation of beloved yaoi I Hear the Sunspot (first adaptation was feature film Silhouette of Your Voice 2017).

I expected the soundscapes in this one to be fantastic, but I didn’t expect the filming to be something special too. But it really is. I’m not gonna lie, I'm nervous about this show because I love the manga and was disappointed by the film, but we were off to a really good start. First names already? So cute. I love them.

Takara's Treasure AKA Takara No Vidro (Japan Mon Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - Shy awkward Taishin goes to a Tokyo university in order to reunite with Takara, a stranger who consoled him over the loss of a parrot the year prior. He finally gets a chance to express his gratitude but is given the cold shoulder. (My thoughts this weekend's round up)

I can't believe Japan is holding it down for the non Thai BL. I mean to say.... JAPAN!!! What alt reality are we living in? It being Japan, I'm scared of the ending.

It's airing but...

Blue Boys is still going on and I'm still enjoying it (despite the cheating) but I don't know when it drops or where it's going, so I will report in at the end. When they tell me it's ended.

The Last Time (Thai Fri YT?) - Convoluted story of loss and possible reincarnation or something. Can't find it.

OMG Vampire (Thai Sun ???) 10 eps - I've put the search on hold for and y'all can let me know if it's worth tracking down once it ends?

In case you missed it

The Time of Fever AKA Unintentional Love Story 2 (Korea movie) trailer released to Korean theaters 5/25. HoTae & DongHee, side couple from Unintentional Love Story are back! Same actors, same character names. I love them. Devastated this hasn't had international distribution. I demand you tell me the moment you find it!

Next Week Looks Like This:

NO IMG - we half way through this week already - sorry.

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

July Releases to Come

7/5 This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans (Thai iQIYI) - trailer here, The PittBabe team behind a new restaurant set BL full of hidden agendas and starring my new favorites SailubPon. Delightful!

7/10 Century of Love (Thai Gaga) 10 eps - trailer here, DaouOffroad are back, this time as fated mates in a quasi historical paranormal moment. San has spent many lifetimes waiting for his lost beloved, to reincarnate from her death a century ago. But if he fails to find her within this century's time window, he will succumb to a tragic death. And this time she's a boy. Very much Director Who Buys Me Dinner meets First Love Again, hopefully better than both. I love this pair and think they can handle the premise, it's whether the storytelling is up to the challenge. I'm curious to see but I have reservations.

7/26 4 Minutes (Thai Netflix or iQIYI?) - Great is a university student from Faculty of Business and the son of a wealthy business owner. Out of the blue, he gains the supernatural power to see four minutes into the future.

7/29 Battle of the Writers (Thai ????) - trailer here, TutorYim return and while I adore them, I really hope this is better than Middleman's Love. Won't be hard. However: that premise! Ugh. Something something authors fighting - save me. Why don't writers understand that nothing is more boring than writers?

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Defining @heretherebedork 's favorite endearment of "tiny idiot."

I love him. I also love what a class act they both were about this turn down. Thailand shows Korea how to handle a love triangle by NOT HAVING ONE.

Both We Are.

We stand a lap sit on this blog, but I think this is my first lap spin! I adored it! (Sunset X Vibes)

It's fun to watch them follow the original narrative but with these cute little Thai twists. Sometimes these are shifted for language reasons, sometimes for cultural, and sometimes I think just to draw a clear distinction from the JBL. I'm not mad about any of it. (My Love Mix Up)

Not just for you, honey. Truer words were never spoken. Yak is the biggest green flag ever to walk BL's verdant earth.

Linguistic corner!

I love this way of putting the translation. Usually, in Thai, the phrase used means "he's my happiness" (sounds like: kwamsook). To use sabai is different. Sabai more ubiquitous (sabai is one of the most commonly used phrases in Thailand) but also so different from the usual phrase we hear in ThBL at this moment. Thus, this execution is special, particularly from a doctor. I'm not quite sure how to put it but sabai can also be translated as feeling well, as in, not ill. So there is a way of looking at Wandee saying Yak is both his peace of mind and good for his health and well being.

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Sigh, Tumblr in it's infinite wisdom doesn't like too many tags.

There's these tricks, remember.

[kining-the-evil]

oooh dark!Wilson giving you drugged valentine’s day chocolates?

Sweet Tooth

Summary: it’s Valentine’s Day and James knows you have a sweet tooth

Warnings: dark fic, Yandere!james Wilson, drugging, kidnapping, slight noncon, talks of date rapes, house is aware of what’s going on, and encourages him, James thinks about assaulting reader but decides against it

House md taglist: @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @flowercrowns-goodvibes

House md masterlist. Other masterlists

“Chocolates? Really? Are you in college?” James sighed as he set the small heart shaped box of candy onto his desk. He’d been hoping to get the chocolate into his desk before house found him, but of course he wasn’t lucky enough for that.

“Congratulations, you caught me. Can we get the teasing out of the way now?” James pulled his coat off as he looked over at House.

“I just want to know who the poor sap you fell for this time, wife number four?” Wilson rolled his eyes while looking at the files that had been left on his desk since he left last night. House walked over and started to lift the lid, causing Wilson to drop the file and immediately reach for the box.

“Don’t!”

House raised an eyebrow at the man. “I was just going to look-“

“Don’t.” Wilson snapped as he grabbed the box from House. “I-I don’t want you to eat any of it.”

“What? Did you poison it or something?” House attempted to joke, but when Wilson tensed up slightly his eyes widened. “Are you roofying someone?”

“I’m not roofying anyone! Don’t say that.” Wilson snapped, glancing over to the door.

“You are. I guess it’s more of college than high school then. Who are they for?”

“These aren’t drugged-“

“You’re really going to lie to me about this?” The two men stood in silence for a moment until Wilson let out a small sigh. “That’s what I thought, who are they for?”

“Y/n.”

“…Who?”

“Dr. L/n!” Wilson snapped, annoyed.

“The pediatrician?”

“She’s an oncologist,”

“But for kids.” House pointed out.

“Believe it or not, kids can get cancer!” Wilson was getting more aggravated as the conversation went on.

“Hey, I’m not the one planing on drugging my employee, although maybe I should? Chase is a looker.”

“I’m not- it isn’t-“ Wilson struggled to come up with anything, at a loss for words.

“At least you’re taking some initiative in your life, but don’t do it on hospital grounds, something tells me Cuddy won’t approve.” House told him before walking out of the room.

•••••••••••••••••••••

You have a small smile as you left the young girls hospital room, a box of valentines in your hands. You made it a habit to bring them to all of the kids who were in the hospital to help brighten their mood.

“Dr. L/n, Dr. Wilson wanted to see you.” A nurse told you while walking past. You gave a small nod as you took a deep breath. Your boss was an odd man, he was a great doctor and got along with everyone but when he was around you he got cold and distant. You never could figure out why, but you eventually gave up on impressing your boss. As long as it didn’t affect your work you guess it wouldn’t matter.

I’m nice you got to Wilson’s office you knocked on the door and once you got the okay you pushed the door open. “Dr. Wilson? You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, come in and shut the door.” You walked in, noticing how dark it was once the door shut. The blinds were pulled and only about half the lights were on, how he got anything done like this you’d never know. You needed complete light when filling out paperwork and stuff.

You stood in front of his desk for a moment, neither of you saying anything. You shifted from foot to foot as you waited for whatever he needed, but he didn’t say anything, just sat looking at you. “Um…was there something you needed?”

“Oh! Yes, sorry. I- I needed you to fill out some…discharge papers.” He held a file out for you to take. You couldn’t help the frown on your face as you took the file. Why would he need you to come here to get these? A nurse could have easily brought it to you to sign.

“Yeah, I’ll get this done for you. Was there anything else.”

“No, I don’t think so.” Wilson quickly shook his head. You watched him for a moment before nodding yourself.

“Okay. Have a good day,” you started towards the door but the moment you touched the doorknob he said your name, making you turn back around.

“There actually was something else.”

“Oh, okay?” You stood waiting for a moment as he fumbled in his dead for a moment. Every second of silence made you more and more uncomfortable, and by the time he seemed to find what he was looking for you were ready to get out of that office as fast as you could.

“So I um… I got this for you.” Your heart sank as Wilson pulled out a heart box that you assumed was chocolate. Why was he giving you this? Did he really…?

“Oh… um, thank you.” You force a smile onto your face as you walk back to his desk. You had never felt more uncomfortable then when you took the box from your boss. It wasn’t just the authority he held over you, but you knew Wilson’s reputation. Three wife’s and multiple girlfriends, all of whom left him in a dramatic way. You did not want to be another name on that list.

Wilson stared at you as you stood there, and unsure of what else to do you opened the box and popped a piece of the chocolate into your mouth. There was nothing special about the chocolate, it was your average cheep chocolate with an odd bitter aftertaste. “It’s good, thank you.” You said once again, watching as Wilson smiled slightly, but he still seemed tenses.

“I’m glad you like it.” He stood up and walked over to where you were. “I wasn’t sure what kind you liked.” You nodded slightly, but it cause the room to spin slightly. You reached an arm out to try and stabilize yourself which led to you just grabbing onto Wilson.

“Shit…” Wilson cursed as he led you over to the couch in the room and you practically collapsed onto the bed. Your head felt foggy and the room continued to spin.

“What’s….”

“I didn’t think you’d eat one now.” Wilson rushed out, just confusing you more. “I figured after work- I thought I had more time.” The room started to get dark and Wilson noticed, quickly bending down to look at your face. “I’m sorry, just… just sleep. Everything will be okay.” His lips continued to move but you couldn’t hear what he said as you slipped into unconsciousness.

•••••••••••••••

Wilson took a step away from the bed, looking over his work. You were laid out on the bed, stripped out of your work clothes as he had to leave them behind when taking you back to his house. Your arms were tied up above your head and you were still knocked out. He wasn’t sure when you’d wake up, but he kept checking to make sure you were still alive.

He couldn’t help his eyes from looking over your body, your legs slightly crossed over each other, causing the shorts he had found in your work back riding up significantly. When changing your clothes he’d been too panicked to think about what he was seeing, but now seeing all of the exposed skin caused him to harden in his slacks.

He took a step forward, very gently running his fingers over the exposed skin on your stomach from the table top riding up. He ran his fingers down your hip and to your inner thigh, and a thought to go further ran through his head. You were so complicit, sound asleep, it would be like it never happened-

He yanked his hand away, taking multiple steps back. No, he wouldn’t go that far. He wouldn’t stoop that low as to harm you. He couldn’t. As he reprimanded himself he missed the sound of his door being opened or a person walking through the house.

“You know, you don’t have to tie her down when she’s unconscious.”

Wilson jumped as he turned to see house in the doorway to the room. For a second, Wilson thought he should try and cover you, but there was no point. House knew you were here, nothing was going to change that.

“Until she wakes up.”

“Then you pretend she agreed to the night.”

“I’m not fucking her like this.” Wilson quickly snapped. “It was just…a means of getting her here.”

House looked between them before rolling his eyes. “You think you’re in love with her?”

“I am!” Wilson snapped before lowering his voice. “What does it matter to you?”

“You did kidnap a girl.”

“Are you going to report me?” Wilson stared at house for a second, the other man saying nothing. “Exactly, you don’t have to see her anyways. I’m just-“

“You don’t have to sugar coat it, you kidnapped a girl, that’s that. Just don’t ask me to help out when you fail. I’ll visit you in jail.” As House finished Wilson saw you move slightly.

“She’s waking up, you need to leave.”

“Why? You don’t think she wants a welcome to your kidnappers home party?”

“I’m serious, this is important. Get out.” Wilson ushered house out before locking the door. He leaned against it slightly, taking a breath before heading back into the room to greet you, grabbing a at to ensure you stayed quiet.

[feroshgirlsims]

Sul, Sul! I’m Feroshgirlsims—simmer, storyteller, and simblr newborn. I mostly write about deeply unhinged, morally grey characters who get happy endings and maybe (accidentally, on purpose) cause an apocalypse. My current story is based on my gameplay in a save file where all my former supernatural characters wake up with mundane lives and no memories of their former powers. I keep describing it as “slice of life with a side of bloodshed," and, uh, suffice it to say my stories are 18+.

What else?

I’m a Romance Girly, so expect sap, sex, and happy endings in addition to the drama and trauma (lol). I’m really excited to post story lore, gameplay, and general Sims 4 brain rot. I plan to share chapters soon, but I’m trying to get a bit of a buffer because I’m a AuDHD gremlin who cannot be told what to do ever, even by my own damn self.

This simblr is definitely a new start for me. My long running supernatural save file got corrupted when I moved to a new Gaming PC. I fixed it and then it got corrupted again. I started a brand new save without all the supernatural stuff and then For Rent sent that one straight to hell.

SIGH.

But seriously, I'm happy to be here and finally make an introduction post so I can freely comment and reblog all these stories I love without feeling like a total weirdo (I am a total weirdo, but still). 

[kayesfanfics]

General Striker x Reader Headcanons

He hates too much PDA, only likes it when he’s either jealous or showing you off. Otherwise, refrain from kissing and hugging and all that lovey dovey crap, save it for when the both of you are in private. He’s got a bad boy reputation to hold up, and yes he likes to flaunt you but he doesn’t want to be too affectionate and have people realize you’re a weakness of his, especially with he people he works and deals with

He calls you stuff like darlin, pumpkin, sugar, doll face, sweetheart. You call him cowboy, stud, Casanova, babe, and you save daddy for when you want something cause you can NOT tell me Striker doesn’t refer to himself as daddy in the bedroom I’m sorry-

He really likes showing off for you, showcasing his strength, smooth singing voice, rugged good looks, everything. Will do some hard work for you like any repairs around the house, carrying heavy stuff for you, anything like that. Will cook for you as well, he’s really good at barbecue and def makes the best barbecue sauce you’ve ever tasted, and he’ll proudly smile when you dig into his food. Will sing for you if you ask him enough, yes he’s confident but with you he can be a little bashful since he actually wants you to like him. He’s secretly a big sap though and has probably written a song or two about/for you

Whenever you want to go out, he doesn’t have a ton of money to go crazy but he tries his best to find a less sleazy place where it’s less likely for creeps to hit on you and make you uncomfortable. Def the type to fight you on who pays the bill, and it’s often settled with you agreeing to pay for your own stuff, but then Striker will intercept the waiter and give him the cash to cover the both of you. You know he’s not exactly rich himself so you never expected any big fancy thing from him, but when you have date nights in he’ll make you a really nice candlelit dinner and blush a little when you call him a lover boy

But whenever the two of you do go to bars, he gets pretty protective cause he knows the kind of shit that washes up in these places. He knows you can handle yourself and have been for years before you met him, but he’s here now so he can help you out. So if the bartender gets a little too flirty or another customer gets a little too close to you, you hear the rattle and hiss from Striker as he glared at the person as a warning to back off. If the person doesn’t listen or dares to even lay a single finger on you, he WILL start a bar fight and get kicked out for you, he does NOT like anyone touching what’s his or making you feel uncomfortable and unsafe

You do go days, sometimes weeks without seeing him due to his work, but he’ll call you on his burner phone when he’s free to check in with you. You’re not allowed to call him and don’t ever have his numbers to his phone, just in case because he could get caught or something. Which is fine, cause he always calls you in the evening when he’s winding down for the day to say hi and make sure you’re okay. He’ll listen to you ramble about your day, and sometimes he’ll fall asleep on the phone with you, listening to your voice and you smile when you realize he’s asleep before saying goodnight and hanging up

When he comes home all roughed up, you scold him as you grab the first aid kit, which is often kept out now rather than tucked away under the bathroom sink. He rants about how a guy named Blitz and his other imps keeps beating him, but you could honestly care less as you tend to his wounds for him. He’s extra grumpy but you kiss him on the cheek and he softens up a bit, accepting your offer to head to bed early and cuddle a bit. He’s definitely a cuddler once he softens up with you, loves to have you in his arms and sometimes even lets you hold him instead if he’s in the mood for it. And after a beat down, he wants nothing more than to lay on your chest and let you play with his hair or rub his back as he groans from his sore body

CAMPING DATES. He’s already got all the stuff to spend nights out in the desert for his job, so it doesn’t cost him more money and it’s just the two of you. You’ll both ride Bombproof out into the middle of nowhere with nobody around for miles, setting up a fire and lying against his horse to look up at the sky. He’ll give you his jacket when you get cold, claiming he’s just fine but he’s trying not to shiver so you don’t feel bad. Or you can both cuddle up in a blanket, your head on his shoulder as the two of you chat while he roasts some food for the both of you over the fire, giving the leftover scraps to Bombproof

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Oookay, you wished for prompts, here’s mine 😉

In Breath of the Sky, Sun hints at Sky having had Pneumonia before ( or even a chronic respiratory illness). I’d like to read something about Sky being ill and her (and probably the people of Skyloft) caring for him. ( I’m asthmatic and hc Sky as having respiratory issues 🙈🙈. He grew up with severely lower atmospheric pressure and less oxygen, him having problems with breathing on the surface would be understandable.)

Other suggestions: something with your Hero of Shadow and ToTK Link ( preferably something fluffy, them kicking Ganondorfs a** or Shadow telling Link what happened would also be very much appreciated) yeah, I know the fluffy stuff isn’t really your thing ( I seriously doubt that, sick Sky child and Breath of the Sky where so good with that) so I totally understand if you don’t choose my prompt.

I congratulate you for your success and I really appreciate you wanting to write something for us ❤️❤️

To be honest, Link felt a little worn out. He hardly ever talked this much in general, certainly to the same person. But the multiple thoughts of how he would annihilate Ganondorf were certainly a good way to replenish his energy as he felt the kid beside him start to nod off.

He was still trying to wrap his head around everything. He'd seen this kid before, but he'd never really put the pieces together about who he was or anything of the sort. The first time he'd seen him he'd nearly had a heart attack - the kid had caught his attention because he'd been crying, Link had heard crying and had gone to investigate, and Ganondorf himself was right there.

Link had nearly choked on his spit, had hid behind a rock, had looked through his gear to see he was woefully unprepared for such a confrontation, he hadn't even found the last sage, but the boy had made eye contact with him. Link had grabbed his resolve, had prepared for the worst, was steeling himself for the fight of his life, when... when the boy had told Ganondorf he wanted to leave.

Link hadn't understood it, in the moment. But he'd realized later, that kid had probably saved his life.

And he'd wondered. And worried. Because why did Ganondorf have a teenager with him? Why was the kid crying? The demon king was holding him like he was his child.

Link had been curious, to be sure. He'd made as much gloom resistant food as he could and set for the Depths the next day, but he'd had little luck in his search. It hadn't been until almost a month later, when he'd encountered gloom spawn close to the castle's underbelly. He'd already passed multiple enemies, including a gloom infected lynel. He'd known he was getting close to Ganondorf, and he'd known he was pushing his luck.

It wasn't until the gloom spawn, though. Once he'd defeated the hands themselves, a new surprise had emerged from the malice. Instead of a phantom version of the demon king, he'd seen the kid.

He'd had to fight a kid. And goddess if it hadn't made him felt like he was looking in a mirror, if the red eyes and grotesque glowing gloom eye on his forehead hadn't been there he might as well have been fighting his past self. This boy was fierce, and he looked close to the age Link had been when the Calamity had struck, if not a little younger.

The duel had ended in a stalemate. Link hadn't wanted to hurt him, and he knew he didn't have the tools to find an alternative to defeating him. Not to mention the kid had landed several good blows, malice sapping Link's strength. But it had also left him with far too many emotions to sift through.

Yet here he was now, terrified and starving and freezing, forehead bleeding where that eye had been. Link had to wonder...

He didn't know. He just didn't know.

What he did know was something terrible had happened to this kid, and he could guess who was the cause of it.

The teenager jostled a little, having started to nod off before startling himself awake. He jerked away from Link, petrified and disoriented, before the hero gently placed his hands on his shoulders. "It's okay. You're okay."

The words were simple. He'd used them a fair amount when helping people, especially those who were set upon by monsters. But for whatever reason, instead of a "thank you" or "oh right," he got an overwhelmingly relieved and emotional expression gazing at him before the teenager promptly burst into tears.

Link... didn't know what to do. But he felt the need to do something, so he pulled the boy into a hug. The haggard teenager clung to him in response, limbs shaking but desperate in their feeble capability. It made Link's heart hurt all the more.

"It's okay," he repeated, far more gently. "You're safe."

When the boy continued to cry, Link tried hushing him softly, holding him a little tighter. It was the contact that seemed to do the most good, as the tighter he held the boy, the more seemed to relax.

"What's your name?" he asked.

The mysterious teenager shivered in his arms before quietly croaking out, "Link."

Link stiffened. His anxiety rose once more, wondering if this really was some sort of trick of the demon king's making. He'd already tried to fool him with a puppet version of Zelda, after all.

But... this boy had saved his life. But then he'd tried to kill him. But there had clearly been malice controlling him then, and there wasn't now. He was openly bleeding from where that eye had been--

Oh, right. He should probably address that.

"Well, Link," he huffed a little, reaching for his pouch, "Why don't we clean your head up, okay?"

He'd learned from experience to always clean injuries before he healed them, especially if they'd been around for a while. The phantom hero didn't protest as he pulled away slightly to look at the wound. It was a fairly deep cut, frostbitten at the edges, slowing what should have been major bleeding to a near crystalline standstill.

That... wasn't exactly ideal either. But at least the kid wasn't bleeding to death.

Link grabbed water and boiled it with a cloth, attempting to hold pressure on the injury, but as soon as his hand reached for the teenager's forehead, the strange kid balked, gasping and leaping to his feet. He immediately had a sword in hand, and Link reached for his own in retaliation.

Both warriors hissed in pain as their weapons fought against their masters. Link stared at the Master Sword in horror and confusion - it had never actively tried to hurt him before! The worst had been when he'd first drawn it once more to fight years ago - it had tested his strength and ability to wield it, but it had never refuted his touch.

What was happening?

Wait. Wait.

Link looked sharply at the other Link's sword, recognizing the blue luster, the sacred hum, the way it looked like shattered stained glass reconstructed by a purple thread.

That was pieces of the Master Sword.

How...? He wondered, staring up at the phantom warrior.

The boy, in turn, was staring at the weapon as well, eyes wide with shock, but he recovered first, trying to reach for another weapon.

Link hastily threw his hands in the air. "Relax! I'm not trying to hurt you!"

The teenager looked wary, but he didn't pursue any aggression. Instead, he hugged himself, shuddering and falling to his knees, curling inward until his forehead touched the cave floor. Link carefully walked towards him, kneeling in front of him and hesitantly laying a hand on his back. "I just want to help you, Link."

When he got no reply, he grew unsure. He tried easing the teenager's worries with a distraction. "You know... my name's Link too."

The boy curled in even further. "I know."

He... he did? Link blinked, caught off guard. It was strange how so few people in Hyrule knew him when he bumped into them, but his enemies always did.

Well. Maybe it wasn't strange. At least he had friends now who knew him as well. At least on this quest, he wasn't alone.

That made him wonder even more, though. "So... Ganondorf and... and you..."

The teenage warrior let out a shaky breath, tightening his hold on himself before slowly rising. His eyes were dull and dark, gazing blankly towards the ground. "He was... he was family to me. But that was before he became a monster. He's been controlling me since then, and I... I promise I'm not trying to cause you problems. I... I wanted to help you defeat him."

Link stared, trying to process everything he'd just heard. Ganondorf had family? That would explain why he'd held the kid the way he had. But that... goddess, Link hated this. That made him far too human for all the terrible things he'd done. Calamity Ganon had been much easier a foe to deal with.

But it made him even more monstrous as well. Because the other part of the kid's explanation settled in his mind, and he... he'd suspected it was the case, but...

What kind of demon would do that to his own child?!

The monster's title was certainly appropriate. Link felt his blood boil anew, as if he had just seen the last memory Zelda had left behind in precious, blessed waters.

He wasn't going to just kill this man, he was going to enjoy it.

"Link... protect them all!"

Zelda's words echoed in his mind and heart, and goddess if it didn't break thinking about her sacrifice all over again. But looking at this boy, he knew, he knew she'd meant him as well, without ever realizing what his fate was.

He reached out carefully this time, pausing and making eye contact, waiting for permission. This shadowy, broken, freshly purified warrior was so terrified, and he wanted nothing more than to help him. The teenager tensed a little, but didn't outright attack this time, and Link finally managed to reach a handkerchief to the oozing blood on his forehead.

"We will defeat him," he said quietly, resolutely, as he wiped the blood away. "I promise."

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Halloween | Foolish Gamers

wc. 1.5k

go check out the other pov on @kasey-writes-stuff and toss my best friend a follow they deserve it <3

summary: Halloween with your boyfriend Foolish

You’re finishing the curls on your hair when your best friend yells out to you from her room. 

“I’m nearly done are you?!” 

You drop the curling iron from your hair, twisting the curl so it falls back just right behind your shoulder before straightening up again. You and your best friend were both putting the finishing touches on your matching Kim Possible costumes before heading to Dream’s house for his massive Halloween party. 

“Give me like five minutes!” you yell, looking around your room for the matching shoes to your outfit. 

“They’re gonna be here any minute!” she reminds you and you roll your eyes, your best friend always having a knack for being on time while you were always late. 

“Okay well they can either wait the extra four minutes or they can fuck off!” 

You hear your best friends laugh followed closely by the sound of someone knocking on yall’s front door before swinging it open and closing it behind them. You listen closely, no doubt your boyfriend collapsing onto the couch as Punz makes his way over to your best friend's room, greeting her with sweet words that almost makes you roll your eyes since it’s so cute. 

You’re searching your room for your lipstick when a knock sounds on your bedroom door. You turn just in time to see Foolish strolling in, a smirk placed upon his lips that has your heart on a roller coaster. 

“God damn,” he whistles lowly and your cheeks flush as he slides an arm around your waist and pulls your body flush against his. 

“How do you manage to look that fucking good all the time?” 

You roll your eyes, leaning up on your tiptoes to press your lips against his. You expect to end it quickly but Foolish pulls you right back in and you’re jelly in his arms. His lips are quick and everywhere and lighting fire throughout you. 

“Yo!” you hear your best friend yell outside your bedroom door followed by a loud banging against the wood. 

“Are you two ready or are you still making out? Cause if we don’t get there soon I’m pretty sure all the best snacks are gonna be gone!” 

You two pull away from each other with a small laugh and in doing so, Foolish trips and falls down making you giggle even harder. You’re quick to help him up and grab your purse before swinging the door open to see Punz and your best friend standing there with knowing smiles on their faces. 

“Let’s go,” you say, trying to smile convincingly like you hadn’t been totally caught red handed. 

“Make sure you have your lipstick, a brush, mirror, and make up wipes in your purse so you can fix all that in the car,” your best friend says pointing her finger at your hair and lips and if you weren’t blushing before you were definitely beet red now. 

You grab the rest of the stuff you need and drag Foolish behind you as the four of you head out to Punz’s car. As Punz drives, you fix your makeup and hair while your best friend controls the aux and flips through your favorite bands and songs making the drive go quickly. 

You all pile out of the car and head up to the front door, Punz knocking on the door and waiting until Sapnap opens the door. 

“Wow,” Sap starts to say sarcastically, looking over your group costume. “This was your ground breaking matching couples costumes?” 

You and your best friend go to respond but are cut off quickly when Sylvee and Hannah suddenly appear behind Sapnap. They both let out an excited screech when they see your and your best friend and the two of you push past your boyfriends and beeline towards your friends. 

“You guys look hot!” Hannah says, stepping back and running her eyes over your matching costumes. 

You and your best friend smile, turning to lean against each other back to back and strike a pose as if you’re the actual characters. 

“Hey Shego!” you hear your boyfriend call and you turn from your friends to look at Foolish. 

“I’m gonna go make us drinks, find me when you’re finished.”

You nod and Foolish presses a kiss to your cheek before disappearing into the large house. Just as you turn back to your friends, Punz is saying something to your best friend before also walking away. 

The four of you spend time catching up and taking photos, gushing over each other's costumes and hyping your closest friends up. After a bit your best friend exits the convo and you promise Hannah and Sylvee you’ll find them again later but you really want to find your boyfriend. 

It takes you a couple of minutes of weaving through Dream’s mansion to finally find his kitchen and Foolish is relaxed back against a counter, solo cup tipped against his lips as he surveys the area. 

“There’s my girl,” Foolish greets when his eyes land on you and you jokingly flip your hair and saunter dramatically over to him. 

“Made you a drink,” he murmurs, handing the cup he was holding over to you and you take a sip, humming in content. 

“Wanna go make the rounds?” you ask, and Foolish groans pulling you close so you’re chest to chest. 

“Nope.” 

“Come on doc,” you tell him anyway, taking his hand and dragging him behind you. 

He intertwines your fingers as you walk, nodding and saying hi to those you vaguely know but mostly just looking for people you’re both close friends with. You spot Karl, talking animatedly to Tina and the two of you make your way over. 

“(y/n)!!” Karl greets loudly and pulls you in for a bone crushing hug. 

“Holy shit you look hot!” he says, stepping back to look over your costume. 

“Dude! I’m right here!” Foolish yells and you laugh at your boyfriend's flair of jealousy. 

“In Karl’s defense, she does look hot,” Tina chimes in and now you’re laughing loudly as Foolish fumes next to you. 

“Nope! We’re going home!” Foolish says trying to pull you away but Karl is quicker and grabs your hand so you knock back into his body. 

“Fine,” Foolish mutters. “But stop hitting on my girlfriend!” 

The four of you laugh together at the situation and just as you’re about to ask Karl what he’s dressed as, his face lights up and without a word pushes past you and Foolish and runs off. You turn, bewildered until you see Karl collide with Punz and you shake your head. 

“He’s ridiculous,” you say and Tina nods in agreement. 

You, Tina and Foolish keep talking until Tina spots someone she needs to talk to and bids goodbye. You turn towards Foolish leaning into his frame and his hand comes up to rub your back in slow circles. 

“Wanna go find a place to sit?” he asks quietly and you nod, letting your boyfriend pull you through the house to find a quiet place. 

“No!” You hear your best friend’s voice sound from the couch in the living room and you look to see her and Punz intertwined on the couch, smiling lovingly at each other. 

“C’mon,” you say and Foolish grins, reading your thoughts as you both plop down onto the couch next to the couple. 

“Ewwww,” you say loudly, catching your best friend's attention. “Gross, get a room.” 

“Nobody wants to see all that, it's gross,” Foolish adds on and you’re both sporting a shit eating grin from teasing your friends. 

“Says the two who made out before the party and made us wait while (y/n) fixed her makeup,” Punz retorts and your best friend laughs. 

“At least we got a room,” Foolish points out. 

“Technically, we are in a room dork,” your best friend responds. 

“I’m sorry, is this your way of saying you guys wanna leave?” Punz asks. 

You discuss your options for a moment before your group decides to head home for the night. You bid goodbyes to those still left at the party before heading out and Punz drives the four of you back to his and Foolish’s house. 

Punz and your best friend head inside and Foolish grabs some things before heading back to your house for the night. When you walk through the front door of your house, a wave of tiredness floods over you and Foolish spots your change of emotions quickly. 

Without a word, your boyfriend sweeps you up into his arms and you giggle as your arms wrap around his neck and hold tight to him. He carries you up to your private bathroom, setting you on the edge of the bathtub before turning the water on. 

You help each other out of your costumes and Foolish slides you into the bath before climbing in behind you and pulling your back against his front. His hands work on their own accord, carefully washing away the harsh makeup and pulling the wig off your head, carefully combing his hands through the tangles until it falls delicately around you. 

“Thank you my love,” you whisper as you relax into his form. 

“Anything for you baby. Happy Halloween.” 

“Happy Halloween beautiful boy.”

[alteon77]

Updated Masterlist of Writing and Art

About the writer/artist: I like to write and paint. My current obsession is Sandman, but I enjoy most fantasy fandoms as well as anime (I think I’m on season seven billion of One Piece right now 🤣). I'm also weird as they come (and awkward, too), so just please ignore my oddball (coughTERRIBLEcough) sense of humor.

On a more personal note, I have PTSD and suffer from severe manic depressive episodes. Writing and art are my most familiar coping mechanisms, and I need them like I need oxygen. Seriously, there were times in my life that knowing I had to finish a story or a piece of art was the only thing stopping me from ending up dead. So, I don't take part in fandom drama. Having my peace and protecting my mental health are very big deals to me, and I won't risk those for anything if I can help it.

As for my writing, it ranges from short one-shots to ridiculously long novel series. I use third person POV (on longer series) as well as second person (on shorter things). I also try to always exclude physical descriptions when writing main character OCs and assign them nicknames to avoid using Y/N. I love to read Y/N fics, but writing them makes me feel like I'm at work. And who actually wants to ever feel like they're at work when they're engaging in a hobby? Definitely not me.

Lastly, there's usually more stuff on my AO3 page than I have listed here, because I forget to post it pretty often. Oops. I'll get around to moving it all over one day. Probably. Maybe.

Feel free to leave an ask if you want or just drop by my DMs. <3

Artwork links are at the bottom of this list, so if you're here for those, that's where they are.

Sandman 'Verse

All the Precious and Fragile Things (so easily do they break)

After banishing his lover from the Dreaming for her betrayal, Morpheus learns that she is pregnant with his child.

And that she’s been captured by a revenge-seeking Alexander Burgess.

What the both of them are unaware of is that this will set in motion a cascade of unfavorable events, causing a chain reaction that threatens the whole of existence itself.

PART I: All of This Past

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

PART II: These Tender, Loving Mercies

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

PART III: When It All Falls Down

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

PART IV: The Dark of War

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Epilogue

Sometimes He's Sweet

Morpheus hates the holidays.

As excited as she seems to experience the mortal holiday, he's… less so. Much less so. With the entire collective unconscious contained within him, this time of year can be wholly overwhelming, a miasma of too much red and green, too much worry, too much loneliness, too much excitement, too many similarly themed dreams, too many similarly themed nightmares, and far far too many holiday songs. It all bleeds out from the collective unconscious into his own mind, sticks there like weeping sap to a tree until he feels half-mad with the unrelenting presence of it, with his inability to get free from its cloying trespass upon his very being.

This is just a little sweet fluff for the holiday season. It takes place between chapters 19 and 20 of "All the Precious and Fragile Things". No spoilers here if you've read that far!

The Dog Debacle (or how best to sneak a dragon into the dreaming)

Morpheus' daughter gets a new dog.

Well..... kind of.

That Familiar Feeling of Family (or how Hob Gadling ended up as an uncle to his stranger's oftentimes feral children)

It's a pretty universally known thing that families are just strange. As Hob is quickly figuring out, however, this little fact is magnified by AT LEAST a billion when the family in question is Endless.

(A lighthearted story in which Hob Gadling finds out his stranger has married, makes friends with a homicidal maniac/ruler, and manages to become an exemplary uncle to a pack of magically mischievous children. Really, now all he has to do is convince everyone to stop calling his and Dream's weekly meetups "playdates", and then his life would be practically perfect.)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The Maker, the Muse, and the Sundered Song

In his temple, what remains of Orpheus waits in trepidation. Something is changing. Something that he knows might alter the very fabric of the world as he understands it.

Finally freed from captivity, Calliope struggles to make any meaningful changes to the laws that saw her bound and taken in the first place. When the strange woman appears on Mount Parnassus and offers help, Calliope knows she would be a fool not to accept it. Even if she thinks that she's being lied to.

Meanwhile in the peace of the Dreaming, Morpheus grapples with guilt over his son's fate. As he basks in the love of his new children, he can't help but to regret his own failings where Orpheus is concerned.

And as for May, she's really just got a job to do. And her own traumatic issues to deal with. And if it's all hella awkward because she's having to work alongside her husband's ex-wife, she'll see it done anyway. There's even the small possibility that she might eventually admit to Calliope the truth about her identity. That is if she can ever actually work up the courage to say it aloud.

Chapter 1

Nothing in This Closet but Boots and a Boy

Morpheus is wildly protective of his daughter.

That's probably bad for the boy in said daughter's closet.

AU's and Other Stuff in the Sandman 'Verse

Of Exes, Hellhounds, and Waffle Fries

Morpheus shows up to rescue the woman he probably loves (though he won't admit it) from hellhounds and ends up getting roped into helping with her family. This is one of those extras that doesn't fit into the main story, but it's fun, so I'm posting it.

The Bizarre Breeding Habits of Anthropomorphic Personifications

It's a tale as old as time.

Two idiots fall in love. Two idiots fall out of love.

Neither one of them is expecting a baby to come along and derail their unhappily ever after.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Original Fanart

I like to play around with different styles and to try new things with my artwork. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't. I'm still learning, and I am so far from being a professional that it's laughable. But I only post things that I think look decent or that I think others might enjoy.

The Lover's Argument (Morpheus x oc)

Oneiros (Morpheus in Grecian garb)

Because I could not stop for Death, she kindly stopped for me... (Regency era Dream and Death)

[sandyca5tle]

Slime HRT - 6 Months

Back again for six months of slime hrt. Starting to see more noticeable changes over the last two months, things are revving up!

First things first: I’ve actually got some slime now!! It’s only the skin on the tips of my fingers and toes, since they’re the thinnest part of my body, but they’re slime! (my hair’s also changed some more, but I’ll talk about that after this) It is a little weird since it’s only the skin, so I can see the musculature that resides beneath since the slime is translucent, but hopefully that’ll turn soon too. I was a little worried about infections, since obviously the skin is normally there to protect all the inside bits, but apparently my slime does the same job, if not better, since it can dissolve any germs and stuff that enter it.

I have gotten a couple of weirded out responses from people who’ve noticed, although one or two were a little fascinated by it as well, and a few people have given me… less than nice looks and remarks, but I've been trying to ignore and shrug them off… 

The other thing I’ve had to get used to is that, while my slime can dissolve microscopic things like germs and viruses, fluff and lint get stuck in there, so I have to pull them out. It’s a little annoying, since I kinda pick up any small fragments of anything, but it is a kinda nice sensation, almost like peeling dried glue off your hands, although that still wins on most satisfying.

As I said before my hair has also changed, it’s basically completely slime now, and is more one solid shape than individual strands, although there’s still a few holdouts. It has made it much easier to style as well, since it’s more like shaping clay, so I’ve been messing around with that a little too. Wearing a headset to play games does tend to cause issues though, since the weight tends to deform it, and I’m not at the point where I can just mentally reshape it, so I always have to find a mirror to help fix it after I’ve finished (Had a few embarrassing moments where I had a lovely imprint of my headset in my hair). Having a solid blob of slime around and at times resting against my face has been… interesting and it can be a little uncomfortable at times, since it kinda feels wet and, well, slimy. Kinda hoping that that’ll change once my face changes to slime as well, since they’ll match, so my sense about it will change too.

Naturally, actually being part slime now, my thirst has gotten worse, and I’m really having to keep on top of it; my body is sure to let me know if I’m not. I’m hoping that I won’t need to drink so much once I’m done, but we’ll have to see. 

On top of the thirst, I’ve now also been getting small cravings for sweet things, which I’m guessing is ‘cause I’m gonna be a sap slime, so I need to get the additional sugar for sweetness. On that note, my fingertips actually do taste a little sweet when I lick them, so that’s neat.

My skin is also undeniably orange now, although it’s a subtle shade for now, which is a small blessing, but yeah, really reaching the point where I can’t pass things off as a trick of the light. On the note of skin, where the slime meets skin is really weird, and I’ve had to stop myself picking at the less sensitive areas - found out the hard way that hitting mostly exposed nerve ending really fucking hurts.

That’s pretty much it for this month, but yeah, glad to have really noticeable changes finally. Will see you in the next update.

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[batfam-slash]

“So.” Jason casually traces his fingers up the muscled planes of Slade’s bare chest. “How long do you think this job will take?”

He deliberately doesn’t look the older man in the eye, choosing instead to tangle their legs together beneath the covers, and ignoring the way his heart beats faster when Slade pulls him close.

“Told you, kid.” Lips brush against Jason’s hair. “It’s gonna take a while. Hard to give a specific timeline. Could be four months. Maybe five.”

Jason ignores the way his eyes sting. He’s not gonna fucking cry because the guy he’s been fucking is going away for a few months. No way. It’s not like he’s gonna miss Slade.

“You’re not gonna be in Gotham for another five months?” Jason swallows, his voice thick.

What’s there to miss anyway? The sex is good, sure, but it’s not as if Jason can’t get sex elsewhere. And he doesn’t need all the stuff that’s started to come with the sex lately; watching movies together and eating meals together and talking about their fucking lives-

“It’ll fly by,” Slade says softly, squeezing Jason’s bare ass. “Besides, you’ve got plenty of options when I’m not here. Grayson, Drake, your redhead friend with the arrows-“

“I don’t want options,” Jason blurts out. “I want you.”

He buries his face miserably in Slade’s shoulder. The truth is there’s no one who could possibly fill the void that Slade will leave. And he doesn’t want anyone to.

“Jason.” Slade tilts the younger man’s head up by his chin. “You know I have to do this. I accepted this contract a while ago. Don’t pout at me like that.”

“I’m not pouting,” Jason mumbles. “It’s just…it’s such a long time.”

He hates how whiny he sounds.

“C’mon, kid. Don’t get bratty with me now.”

Slade’s voice is soft, fond. He strokes Jason’s cheek gently. It’s that familiar tone that has Jason’s stomach doing somersaults.

“Will I be able to call you?” Jason asks quietly. “Or text at least?”

He hates how pathetic he sounds. How desperate.

“Sure, kid. Can’t promise every day, but there’ll be time to talk.”

Jason’s tongue feels heavy. “And will you have…options too?”

He’s suddenly pulled into a kiss, gentle but thorough. His heart hammers in his chest.

“Sweetheart. There’s only one option for me now. There’s only been one option for me for a while now.”

“You’re a sap, old man,” Jason laughs, finally allowing the tears to fall. “Knew you liked me all along.”

Slade chuckles, cupping Jason’s face in one large hand. “You’re gonna be a good boy for me while I’m gone, aren’t you, Jay? You’re gonna be on your best behavior.”

Jason rolls his eyes. “Yeah yeah. I won’t cause trouble.”

“You sure about that kid? Last time I went away I seem to recall you started a gunfight with some of Sionis’ men.”

“Oh my god, it was not a gunfight. Jesus. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna do anything crazy. Just…hurry back, okay?”

Slade smiles. “You know, kid, I used to avoid coming to Gotham at all costs. I used to think it was the biggest dump on earth. But now its my favourite place in the world. Every time I leave I can’t wait to come back.”

It’s the closest Slade has ever come to saying that he loves Jason.

And for now that’s enough.

Jason tries to memorise Slade’s scent and the feeling of his lips, his hands, his skin, as they kiss.

It’s going to be a long five months.

[transjudas]

frank has so many intense feelings he makes me insane. he regularly uses a moment in a may chem song to just scream (or spookier say calmly i’m looking at u trust no one) what is really affecting him at the time of a show. he does interviews where he talks about his trauma and things around that that are really personal like not knowing if what he’s experiencing since his accident is real. he writes lyrics as plainly raw as those interviews. he told. his doctor if he can’t fix his wrist to just leave him on the table. he can’t be the husband and dad he wants to be if he’s not creating stuff he’s proud of. he tattoos his body with people and things that mean a lot to him. he has songs he’s written and put out just to address and process that he will never play live cause of how emotional they are. he’s been chronically ill his whole life and has talked about how that saps your energy but when he gets on stage he’s a whirlwind. he rubs up and cuddles into band mates like a cat. like he literally has too much feeling in him to contain in his little italian body.

[c0zmo-writes]

Hello! I was inspired by the always amazing @possum-quesadilla to write some details, background stuff, and other little notes for my harpy Beetlejuice fanfiction, Birds of a Feather. This is just chapter one for now.

Chapter 1- Feathered Finds

“It had what was either a scraggly beard or lichen on its face. Maybe both?”

Beej has plant life growing on his body! He could be his own little forest if he wanted to.

“My name is Shilo. I study cryptids and monsters. Ever since I found out that a harpy lived in the deepest part of these woods eight years ago, I dedicated my life to finding it! Yes, I moved to the woods and built my own house here, and yes, all my friends and family think I’m crazy, and yes, they tried to get me diagnosed with something, but it’s all been worth it! I knew you were real! Oh, what’s your name by the way?”

Fun fact: Shilo is autistic and has ADHD! She is also a big infodumper. She either talks to herself a bit, doesn’t talk for three days straight, or never stops talking. She’s just like me fr.

“And to answer your other questions, first, because when I get focused on a project, I get focused, and I’ve been interested in cryptids and monsters my whole life.”

Special interest moment !!

“Shilo wanted to fight back, wanted to argue that she didn’t wait this long searching for him just to not be able to publish her findings,”

By “publishing her findings”, Shilo was really planning on screaming about Beej on Reddit. I love this nerdy mad scientist loser girl <3333

“Before she could change her mind, Shilo wrapped her arms as far as she could around the harpy. He smelled of roadkill and pine sap. His soft chest feathers tickled her nose and she held her breath as his body stiffened.”

Is it a good idea to hug a large forest bird monster that you’ve just met? Probably not. Not that Shilo cares. 

“You, my feathered friend, are a whopping seven feet and two inches tall!”

He’s a tall boy!! Even larger than the average male harpy (based on my slightly modified version of the species at least)! I wonder if there’s a reason behind that…

“Yeah? What, is parrot Shilo comin’ back again? If she is, you should dress the part. You’d look good in a bit of color.” He gestured to her current attire, a long sleeved black undershirt, ratty lab coat that looked older than time itself, and some black pants, stained with grass and grime”

All of her clothes are either stained or dirty. This girl is Not Good at keeping up with laundry.

“I dunno about immortal, ‘cause my mom definitely wasn’t. I guess I just have a long life span? I never really questioned it.”

…

“Wow!” Shilo stretched the word out, speaking a few octaves higher than normal. “That’s… such an interesting answer!” Beetlejuice didn’t seem to see her discomfort.”

Shilo isn’t amazing at picking up social skills, but Beetlejuice is worse.

“It was populated with tables, corkboards, and journals. So. Many. Journals.”

She has around 50-ish journals. She’s written in about 34. She’s actually completed about 10.

“He kept roaming the lab, sniffing at books, tables, and walls. From upstairs, he could hear the quiet clattering of what he assumed were pots and pans. He crawled onto the mattress and inhaled deeply. It smelled like her. Sweat, earth, and something vaguely floral. He liked that. He nuzzled against her pillow a bit,”

Sensory input is incredibly important to him, especially scents and sounds! He’s got a very sensitive nose and ears.

“SALMON!!!” Beetlejuice leapt up from his spot on the floor and lunged for Shilo. In his rush, he bit down on both the salmon and the plate, narrowly avoiding Shilo’s finger.”

Poor guy was starving :(

“He tried to sit down the way Shilo did, but his wings got in the way. After a bit of struggling, he stood up, made a low growling sound in the back of his throat, then kicked the chair over in a rage, sending it flying.”

When you try to fit in with your new friend but you’ve got two heavy duty feather dusters permanently strapped to your back.

“He jerked his head up, face smeared red with raspberry carnage.”

I picture him looking like a baby eating cake for the first time. 

“A soft purring sound emitted from him as he dozed off again. Shilo made a mental note to write about that as she ran her fingers through his crest of hair, eventually joining him in slumberland.”

Despite being half bird, Beetlejuice purrs like a cat!! His feathers and hair are also very soft and fluffy! 

[codenamesazanka]

“Took just a little blood from some passerby. Enough to knock them out.”

😭 Toga casually giving a random person severe hemorrhagic/hypovolemic shock.

*

did some research…

It varies depending on the person and their health, but usually to fall unconscious from blood loss, someone needs to have lost 30% of their total blood volume - about 1.5 liters (out of 5 liters in the body) (or, 3 pints of blood out of the 10 pints in the body).

Unfortunately, this also happens to be near lethal! 30% blood loss is about Stage 3 of four stages of hemorrhagic shock classification, and you’ll need to go to the emergency room immediately and also get blood transfusion.

With rapid blood loss, there’s no clear line between ‘fell unconsciousness but is okay’ and ‘death’. Once you lose 30%, you’re knocked out. Once you lose more than 40% of your blood, you will probably die.

*

More thoughts:

If Toga had one of her blood siphoning things (the suck suck mask? (canon name)), the blood loss would be extremely rapid, within minutes, so maybe the poor sap fainted without needing to lose up to 30% of their blood? Still bad, of course.

Toga says one cup (~200 mL) is what she needs for a full day’s transformation. The amount she took above would be a week’s worth.

1.5 liters is 50 fl oz. One average water bottle is 500 mL / 16.9 fl oz. She’s got 3 whole bottles of blood. 😭

But as a strategy to occupy the Heroes’ (and police, and first responders) attention, it works real well. All their focus and concern would definitely be on the victim who suddenly, completely out-of-the-blue dropped cold unconscious from unknown-caused severe blood loss (and without any major visible external injuries? again, assuming Toga siphoned the blood (instead of just stabbing)). Scary incident! Great distraction.

*

Interesting implications of this - does Toga know how close to death ‘took a little blood just enough to knock them out’ is? I’d say she does, since she’s been bloodletting people to death for over a year now. She knows her victim will need medical attention. She’s a practiced hand at this.

But what if Toga might not have know this fact, at first? ‘take enough blood to make them fall unconscious’ sounds okay to her, age 15 middle school dropout, but five minutes later, her victim is dead - without her having taken any more blood.

Before I researched, I knew blood loss is bad, and around 50% blood loss is death, but I couldn’t remember at what point people pass out. 10% is usually what blood donations ask for and people are often still up and awake after that. So maybe 20% is when you pass out but you’ll be okay? Then I googled and I learned, oh, unconscious at any percentage is not okay.

Maybe i’m underestimating her intelligence and knowledge! This stuff can be easily googled, after all.

Anyway, I love Toga.

[muzzlemouths]

Dead Mall Dare [The Golden Years]

The boys get each other made up for the day's events! (With some good ol' fashioned bickering and bonding on the side, of course)

Sun and Moon adjacent // Wordcount: 1200

“Hold still.”

“I’m trying!”

“Well try harder,” Moon tuts, “you’re going to mess me up.” He wields the eyeshadow palette in one hand and a small biba brush in the other, dutifully painting the space over Sun’s eye - a deep, shimmering blue that mirrors the other side.

Smiling, he taps away the excess and sits back to admire his work.

“Let me see let me see!”

“We aren’t done–” He gently bats Sun’s hand away before it can reach the mirror, “–you can see when it’s all finished.”

“But I wanna see now!”

“Hush,” Moon tsks through a persistent smile, “You’re so impatient. Lay down again and let me get back to work.” He reaches for the eyeliner, next, waiting patiently for Sun to do as told before uncapping the bottle. “I’m going to do the liner, now, so you need to hold still. I mean it.”

“I will, I will.”

The brush is wetted, then drawn from its bottle. Moon readjusts his balance to his knees again and leans forward to hover an inch above the other. He smiles and, fondly so, Sun smiles back.

He adjusts their head by a gentle grip on the chin, angling Sun to get a better look at his face beneath the lights, then holds him there as the brush paints smooth lines on either side of his eye.

“You’re really good at this,” Coos Sun, “you should do the customer’s makeup sometime.”

“No talking,” Moon tightens his grip with a whisper, pointedly sharpening the angle with which he holds the other’s face, “don’t distract me or you’ll end up looking like you got dumped on prom night.”

Sun barely stifles a giggle - especially when he sees the beginnings of a violet hue cross Moon’s cheeks, “I mean it, though–”

“Quiet, please.” He sets the bottle to the side in favor of slapping a finger over Sun’s lips, an action that only proves to further rile the giggle in their throat. But he’s got a soft spot for Sun - and that dopey grin on his face, too - so it’s only a matter of seconds before he, too, is drawing the brush a safe distance away, snickering. “You’re a sap.” He says with a roll of his eyes, “Now seriously, shut up before we run out of time.”

“The mall doesn’t open for another hour,” he begins to sit up again, “we have plenty of time. Besides, there’s still your makeup to do after this.”

Moon presses a hand soundly against the other’s chest, forcing him back down against the couch again, and Sun doesn’t fight it beyond a quiet ‘oof’. He keeps the hand there to finish lining the other eye. “At this rate I’ll just do my own makeup,” he says - then he laughs, catching the way Sun pouts beneath him, “What? With how you’re squirming, I’m afraid you’ll poke my eye out with the brush.”

“I’d never!” Sun insists with a scoff, feigning offence, “I’ll have you know I’m a professional when it comes to this stuff. I’ll make you look like you belong on the red carpet, or your money back, guaranteed!”

“A pro, huh?”

“Mhm!”

Moon caps the eyeliner and replaces it on the table, taking a small package beside that and opening it with a hushed click, “Those are some big words coming from the guy who caused the Great Blush Disaster–”

“Oh, one time!” Sun throws his arms into the air, “I drop some Maybelline into the fountain once and nobody ever lets me forget about it.”

“Sun,” A laugh bursts from his throat, “you turned the whole fountain pink, it’s a little hard to forget.”

Crossing his arms, he fits Moon with an eyeroll and a narrow-eyed stare, sticking his tongue out between teeth. This only has Moon laughing harder.

“Put that thing away!” He gawks through fits of giggles, “Come on, if you want to do my makeup before the store opens you have to behave, or I’ll never finish.”

“Fine, fine,” Sun resigns his attitude, the returning smile stretching from ray-to-ray, “but if you bring up the blush disaster even one more time, so help me–”

“Zip it,” he taps Sun on the forehead, quieting him up with little more than a snicker. Satisfied, he goes back to the task at hand and retrieves a pair of luscious eyelashes from their box. Once the seal is removed his hand returns to Sun’s lower ray, keeping him still, and the two lashes are carefully smoothed into place.

“Now?” Sun asks impatiently.

“Almost,” he answers, reaching, now, for the mascara, “honestly, how do you get anything done without losing your head about it? Have some self control.”

“I’m just excited!” He’s careful not to stir too much as Moon closes the distance between them, “I think you’re the weird one for being able to sit so still. Who even does that? I’ll tell you - a mannequin! A mannequin does that!”

“Watch it,” Warns Moon, “this is the last step, if you must know, but if you rush me now I am not fixing whatever becomes of your face,” he clicks his tongue, “Look up for me.”

Another scoff, but he does well to silence himself after this and looks up as asked. Their ceiling is a rather boring scene to focus on, but he forces himself to hold out even after the mascara is capped and set to the side. It isn’t until Moon clears his throat that he moves, his expression asking the question on his lips.

Moon is ready for it and already has a hand-mirror prepared. “Go on,” he sighs, handing the item over with a smile, “I’m all finished.”

He can’t bring the mirror into place fast enough, and when he does it’s with a dramatic gasp, “Oh, wow!” He turns his face this way and that to properly admire every angle, then pauses, lowering at the chin to better see the eyeshadow specifically. He lowers the mirror. “You used colors from your own palette…?”

“I thought you’d look good in deep blue,” Moon answers with a shrug, “I know it goes against the rules, but I’m already in deep with Management after yesterday’s stunt, so I figure one more streak of defiance won’t make a difference.”

Sun nods, slow at first, then quick with delight, a small and innocent tear escaping his eye.

“Whoa, whoa, hey,” Moon grabs for a tissue, “you’re going to ruin all my hard work if you do that–”

But Sun doesn’t let him get any farther, eagerly wrapping his arms around Moon and bringing him in chest-to-chest with a squeal, “It’s perfect, Moon, just perfect,” he sniffles. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

A groan escapes him - mostly in tease - but he doesn’t deny the smile that appears at Sun’s words. “I’m glad you like it,” he says, “even if you did whine the whole time.” He pokes a finger at the center of Sun’s face, then, and smirks down at him. “Maybe I’ll let you use my cologne tomorrow - if you promise to have some patience.”

“You mean it?”

“Mhm,” Moon promises, “Now let me go, you big sap. It’s my turn to feel pretty.”