#talk about a triple whammy………

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

alrighty, here it is~

🩵 The Overmorrow playlist (on youtube) 🩵

The first 11 are songs that encapsulate the mood of the entire story and its overarching themes, mostly about Eph or literally from his pov (I’m on my hands and knees begging you to listen to King, The Next Right Thing, Quiet, and A Little Closer at the very least 🥺)

The 19 after those are various instrumental tracks I listened to while writing and editing to set ✨ the mood ✨ (I do this for all my fics), more or less in chronological order

And finally, once Overmorrow is finished…I’ll add some bonus songs 😃

Hopefully I’ll be able to host this in a better place suited for music (with no ads!) later on, but this’ll do for now. I really hope you like it!!

[bugflies00]

in a month or in five years; i’ll be waiting

[mxtxfanatic]

Connecting some things since I forgot that the “take someone back to cloud recesses” convo happened right before the Flower Banquet but right after Wei Wuxian meets the desperate Wen Qing trying to find her brother (chapt. 71 ends on the meeting, chapt. 72 starts on the convo), but damn, Lan Wangji really got no break in trying to figure out how best he could help wwx while consolidating his feelings, because the moment he admits he has this urge to Lan Xichen, these happen in rapid succession: wwx busts into the flower banquet to get Wen Ning’s whereabouts from Jin Zixun, -> Lan Xichen sides with Jin Guangyao over lwj by claiming that “Young Master’s heart really has changed” when lwj challenges jgy on saying that wwx was “too impulsive” for publicly calling out the Jin for their behavior, showing lwj that lxc may not actually be on his side about helping wwx -> the labor camp liberation happens and an emergency meeting amongst clan leaders is called where his brother sides against him, again, by not backing him up on jgy again spreading a lie against wwx.

This all happens in the course of like a day, and suddenly wwx is the enemy of the cultivation world and lwj has no hope of reconciling with him unless he is willing to forsake the cultivation world as well (and at this point in the narrative, he is not), making that convo with lxc even more tragic than it already was. He truly did not have a friend that day 😭

[h-worksrambles]

Why the hell did I not play Sonic Triple Trouble 16 Bit until now?!

This game is fantastic! I l can hardly believe a Sonic fan game this polished and complete exists! It’s an absolutely astounding remake, with so many fantastic additions to the game, feels like a near perfect aesthetic and mechanical follow up to Sonic 3. It took me right back to playing the original through Sonic Gems Collection as a kid (even though I never got very far). It even tells a cute little story that ties the classic games to the Adventure games and all with no dialogue. Absolutely outstanding work.

[dazehui]

🙂

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

How Would I Do….An Official DickKory Wedding Had I been in Charge if DC Comics

To clarify, the following proposal takes place within my version of a reboot for DC Comics Mainline books and continuity, as per my pinned post.

To catch everyone up to speed to when this will take place:

Two Event comics would’ve by now took place (Dawn of Fire and War of the Supervillians)

In between said events, Titans Leader Nightwing aka Dick Grayson would’ve had his secret identity discovered by a crime boss in Bludhaven with a massive grudge and used against him, more or less ruining his life and leaving the black and blue clad alter-ego wanted by the state Bludhaven is within with a massive bounty for a crime he didn’t commit (Clipped Wings and it’s subsequent Batfamily crossover Blue Hawk Down)

At the same time, the rest of the Titans would be attending to a crisis in space no doubt Tamaran related which leaves Starfire aka Princess Koriand’r emotionally shook to her core, and the B team of the Titans split with Red Arrow aka Roy Harper forming his own splinter anti hero team called Arsenal Inc. this combined with other unfortunate events to an entire half of the Titans leaves Wally West and Tempest aka Garth with no other options but to travel through time and ask for help from….themselves, their young Teen Titans selves, to which the Fab Five agree to and they travel forward in time and resolve to stay in this new future until things are set right. (See here)

Before the events of War of the Supervillains, Dick and Kory, now more or less in temporary retirement, are able to meet up with one another and share their experiences and interpersonal matters between them. Sure both are emotionally exhausted and burnout by recent events in their lives but they go through their issues together and strive to stay together, whether it be at Haly’s Circus once again traveling across the country or Kory taking a residence at Key West, Florida.

Once War of the Supervillains wraps up and status quos are reinstated especially for the Titans, Dick and Kory’s relationship is now stronger than ever before, thus leaving a pathway to their marriage wide open. Thus in this post, we shall cross it.

(Read more Below the Cut)

For a bit if Meta context , both Dick and Kory would have solo books in addition to Justice Titans at the very start of the reboot, released around the same time. So about around the 74th issue, what I had in mind was that the wedding would be a Seven Part Storyline with the following books in order:

An Alpha Issue (The Issue to which Dick, with a subplot in his solo book up to here would be finding a perfect ring for Kory once they approach the altar, and Kory finalize their plans for the wedding, their place, their minister/priest and all they talk of all the implications that can come from such)

Then Starfire #74 (We see her perspective of the big day fast approaching while the sub plot can deal with her further reconciliation with her sister Empress Komand’r aka Blackfire and as of this point in her solo book, her attempts to reconnect with her younger brother Ryand’r aka Wildfire starting to bear fruit; both siblings are given their perspectives of this wedding)

Then Nightwing #74 (On the flip side we see Dick’s perspective as he finally moves back to Bludhaven after Bruce Wayne and senator Janet Drake are finally able to lift the Wanted Bounty off Nightwing and find him innocent of all charges. We see the reactions of his fellow Haly’s Circus crew members and friends within the city of his upcoming wedding and their words they can give to the Boy Wonder)

Then comes the triple whammy of…

Justice Titans #74 (The main A team; other members besides Nightwing and Starfire are Cyborg, Beast Boy, Raven and a resurrected and fully heroic Terra)

Titans #74 (The B team; consisting of Troia, Red Arrow, Tempest, Wally West Flash, Omen, Herald and Bumblebee)

And Teen Titans (The time displaced Fab Five of Robin I, Wonder Girl I, Aqualad I, Speedy I and Kid Flash Wally) #14;

These three take place on the Wedding Day itself but with a twist. They’ll fend off multiple supervillain attacks orchestrated by Benito ‘Boss’ Zucco (son of Anthony ‘Boss Zucco; see here) so that Dick and Kory can have their wedding in peace*. All the while each issue focuses on a particular character in their book and their perspective on the events unfolding. For example, Robin!Dick would be the one giving his thoughts about his future self’s wedding in Teen Titans.

Then finally a double-sized Omrga Issue (in which via a ceremony that combines Tamaranean and Human customs, I.e. the rings and the “You May Kiss the Bride”, Dick and Kory FINALLY are wedded together in harmonious matrimony. We follow that up with the reception attended by Batfamily members, the Titans, the Justice League, Komand’r with her royal court and even the time displaced Titans, allowing both present!Dick and Past!Dick to meet face to face. This issue and the storyline end with Dick and Kory beginning their journey across the galaxy for their Honeymoon)

Within the Post-Wedding aftermath, I’d combine the Nightwing and Starfire solo books into one.

Now it’ll be called ‘Nightwing & Starfire: The Flying Graysons’, starting with issue #75

Side Notes:

*This follows a a similar plot point within the Wedding of Reed Richards and Sue Storm aka Mr Fantastic and The Invisible Woman in the pages of Fantastic Four

At the wedding itself, yes indeed Tim Drake, despite being technically older than the standard age ranged can be the ring bearer for Dick and Kory, out of wanting to take some part for his big brother

Please, reply and especially reblog to share your thoughts about this idea, that’ll be very appreciated

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[theoryofarson]

10 BL Characters I Want Carnally

I don't even need to be tagged to be horny. Let's go!

In no particular order:

Third (Theory of Love)

He's so pathetic! He cries so much! He's so rude and mean and bitchy! His shirts are so big and his shorts are so small!

In conclusion, I would treat him right - the way Khai does NOT.

Nick (Only Friends)

Speaking of PATHETIC!!!! THAT'S MY TOXIC BABYGIRL! MY CANCELLED BOYGIRLWIFESBAND! Sand really wasted an opportunity in that van. It should have been me...

Pa (Bad Buddy)

You know who's taller than you, Pa?? Me!!! The thought of being the one to make her flustered...pick her up and brush her hair back...dear lord.

Ok this list is really starting to look like I want to be the one doing all the manhandling. I promise you I am also down to be handled. Let's switch it up a bit.

Porsche (KinnPorsche)

Listen. You know I LOVE VegasPete as a ship.

But if we're talking about who *I* desire - first of all, your bitch is NOT prepared for the kinkery VegasPete get up to. Second of all, I genuinely think Apo Nattawin is one of the most objectively attractive men on this planet. Add to that Porsche's layered dip of a personality (fidgety jokester, devoted big brother, practiced fighter, willing killer, dutiful guard dog...), and I am quite sold. Give me the problematic mafia sex.

Hyeong Da Un (Blueming)

Dude. I barely even remember this show. I had to look up the character's name. But he's BAD. And he always had like...this teasing superiority toward the main character? Like he knew they would end up together and was just waiting for MC to catch up to that realization? Yeah. That...that's hot.

Ueda Minoru (Our Dining Table)

I believe this man was crafted in a lab to be as attractive to me, specifically, as possible. He looks like a bit of a delinquent, but he's a sweet and dedicated family man. He is troubled by the notion that he'll never be good enough. He's in love and afraid to say it. He's a bleach blonde with earrings and a bump in his nose and an Adam's apple that makes me want to follow the footsteps of Eve in the garden.

Mhok (Last Twilight)

Lord, there is not enough time in the world for me to say all I want to say about this man.

I just want it to be stated, on the record, that I have been well aware of Jimmy's attractiveness since Bad Buddy days. Unlike others, I never let Wai's horrendous personality distract me from his absurdly hot face, which, at the end of the day, is the important thing.

And now that we have Mhok? Literally the perfect character - rugged yet tender, clueless yet hypercompetent, jealous yet selfless - full of desire and restraint and humour and sadness in equal measure - I genuinely cannot think of what else I would ask for.

And did I mention his hot face?

Finally, to round out the list, a special triple whammy:

Neo, Miw, and Shin (3 Will Be Free)

Yes, all three. At once? Separately? I don't give a shit. For all I care, it could be me in this trunk and them looking down at me in disdain. That'd keep me going for like, a year. Just let me be in the orbit of these three ridiculously hot people and their ridiculously hot dynamic. Joss, Mild, Tay: if any subset of you is ever free, at any time at all, I am also free. At that time. Forever.

Whew!

That was really fun. Tagging: Whoever wants to do it!!!! Go. Be horny. Be free.

[worms-in-my-brain]

Btw if you guys were curious about the rampant hypocrisy and intersexism in the trans community the person in the last reblog proceeded to respond to my post by telling me to fuck off because I, “wasn’t transmasc,” despite me explicitly saying I was transfemasc due to being intersex and genderfluid, then said that I was assuming they were cis and calling them a “TERF meanie,” two things I never did or even said anything remotely close to.

And then continued, on their blog, in three separate posts, to rant about how “transmasc/tme people/people who purposefully obfuscate are their relationship to transmisogyny” are “the worlds biggest crybullies,” how people “on this site romanticise being oppressed,” that “some people seem to pride themselves on being borderline sociopathic,” and how we are “mra clowns.”

So I guess I’m transfem and not transmasc when it’s convenient to ignore my perspective on transandrophobia, but transmasc and not transfem when they want to delegitimise my experience with oppression and imply I’m whiny for talking about it. Then I’m a “mra clown” when it’s convenient to see me as a man.

Then they went in for the triple whammy and were lowkey ableist, I’m sorry but I’m not “priding myself on being borderline sociopathic” by… having ASPD, I guess? I’m just being open and trying to spread awareness.

I normally would just leave it alone, I mean they blocked me so obviously they don’t want to interact and the feeling is mutual. But I feel like this is a really good example of bigotry (i.e., intersexism, ableism) from within the community, as well as a good example of how a transfemasc person might experience lateral violence by being painted as whichever is most negative at the time while simultaneously being denied their status as someone who is both.

[screechingtiresandfire]

Hi hello beloved do you have any thoughts for brat!phoebe with dommes!jucy? <33

rpf and smut under the cut. do not open if thats not for you.

this is a triple whammy for the other 2 asks who wanted brat!pb. yall are so real.

ok hear me out. i know we have talked a lot about dommes!jblu who dont put up with any shit whatsoever but what about domme!jblu who are way too sweet and spoil the shit out of their little brat?

think of phoebe bothering lucy while she’s reading and starts acting up waiting for lucy to lose her temper and do something about it. but instead lucy puts down her book and tucks phoebes hair behind her ear and coos something like “aw does my sweet brat want to be punished?” and that little menace is stunned into silence for the first time in her life.

instead of getting “mad” or playing into the brat tamer role she just sweetly calls out

“jb, honey, will you come in here?” as phoebe realizes this is not gonna go her way. next thing you know julien is at the door like

“hey whats u-“ and immediately sensing the vibe of the room “oh is our girl too shy to ask for what she wants?”

phoebes face gets sooo hot. theres something so staunchly humiliating about putting on a tough bratty act only to have her dommes see right through it. shes not even sure she has ever thought of it that way. but now, thanks to her insightful (and slightly evil) partners, she sees her bratty nature for what it is. shes not a fierce brat who needs to be put in check, shes just a needy sub who wants to be taken over someone knee and made to feel small but is too shy to ask for it outright.

she is quickly snapped out of her thoughts when julien walks over to the side of the bed where phoebe is sitting and plants a kiss on her forehead.

“do you want to tell us how you were hoping lucy would punish you?” asks jb sweetly.

once again speechless, phoebe hides her face in juliens neck. she can feel her dommes silent conversation as julien gently pulls her face away from her chest and turns her to face lucy who asks

“why dont you come lay across my lap and let mommy spank you?

and of course, phoebe obeys.

OOPS IF YOU SEE THIS NO YOU DIDNT

[mmmmalo]

Horuss minutiae...

Aranea claiming his name means "he who stalks with the musclebeasts" seems to be a Dances With Wolves reference. Perhaps reinforces horses as a native signifier, but definitely joins Avatar references in forming images of imperial agents who have Gone Native. This has a local parallel in Damara, insofar as her stilted speaking style suggests she is possessed by Lord English, in turn providing an image of a Caliborn who has Gone Native as a Japanese girl. The result is racist (in its reliance on notions of savagery), sexist (posing women as a Savage to be colonized), AND transphobic (posing trans womanhood as colonial adventurism upon the opposite sex). A triple whammy!

Horuss "dating down the spectrum" is an autism joke, hidden by the more generic abstract condescension of the hemocaste system. Or rather, facilitating that condescension -- autism functions here as a insult, asserting that your social inferiors are categorically less intelligent than you. This feeds into notions of savagery (a race of people at a stage prior to our own) and sexist conceptions of womanhood (Damara's "incoherence" becomes paradigmatic of the categorically nonsensical babble of women, even as the very fact that her discourse has content undermines this premise)

I had gathered way back that Horuss was doing the racism/homophobia tango when he talks about "getting caught with my hoof in the chocolate jar" but I'd missed that he follows the phrase with a sneaky n-word by way of "so to nicker", a play on "so to speak". Also resonates nicely with the general presentation of the discourse of underclasses as incoherent babbling

[bodybeyondstories]

Gifted - 5

Justin, having a hard time dealing with his changes, runs into Nikhil in the showers before encountering Sam and Darius during his shift. Things get messy (obvi)

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Male TF // Ass Growth // Dick Growth // Growth // Size Difference // nsfw

I actually had no impetus to continue this series, then had the sudden urge to write about this awkward sad boi. I'm sure I'll figure out what happens a year from now lol.

Melons had been on Justin’s mind since the night before.

He had been up late muddling through a paper, folded uncomfortably into the too small wooden chair of his room, hunched over his laptop with a look of grim determination. He had gotten a cryptic text from his coworker asking him to cover his opening shift at Shuck’s the next morning (something about getting caught up or whatever at one of the sports bros’ houses), taking away any time that he actually had to work on this paper during reasonable hours. His brain was all but exhausted of any capacity for critical thought, let alone stringing words together into some semblance of a coherent argument. His eyes kept drifting away from his laptop screen to linger on the moonlit scene of the path leading away from the dorm, peacefully empty of activity, except, briefly, for the unmistakable figure of his crush strolling through the pools of streetlight.

Though his face was shrouded in shadow as he walked away, Justin recognized Sam immediately by the pair of cheeks ballooning from his backside and squeezed into form fitting leggings. He’d recognize that ass anywhere. No matter how comically large it had become, Sam’s signature bubble maintained the same proportions. It was obvious how these weird changes going around had impacted his crush. Only months ago, Sam’s ass had been a showstopper but well within the bounds of normalcy. At this point, it seemed nearly beyond belief. Melons, he thought, awestruck.

Justin was down bad about more than Sam’s prodigious posterior. He had developed a genuine crush. The fact that he could barely get over his own awkwardness long enough to talk to him for more than twenty seconds somehow deepened his fantasies of them ending up in some adorable rom-com scenario. His main impetus for getting out of bed in the morning were their brief instances of contact in the bathroom. Both being early risers, it would usually just be the two of them, Justin lumbering past and nervously acknowledging Sam’s cute grunt of sleepy greeting as he brushed his teeth in nothing but skimpy briefs stretched taut over his huge bubble butt, caressed by the early morning light.

Justin’s eyes lingered in the shadows of the scene outside long after Sam had passed out of view, wondering where he could be heading off to at this time of night, hoping Sam would still make it to their early morning meet cute in just a few hours.

—

His alarm brought him back to consciousness in the wee hours of the morning. Lifting his head off the desk, Justin groaned internally at the triple whammy of a paper unfinished, a bed not slept in, and an even earlier than usual start to his day. He just knew this was going to be a mess. Stumbling around in the dark, he managed to grab his toiletries and snatch his towel off the hook on the wall, reaching out through muscle memory to find the door frame with a wandering hand before he smacked his head, ducking under it and continuing on to the bathroom. A bubble of disappointment rose within him as he realized the space was empty, his crush–and that ass–nowhere to be seen.

To say the shower stall was cramped would be putting it lightly, and it had been getting worse and worse over the course of the year. He had already been tall before he had moved into Richards Hall at the last minute last fall because his so-called friends bailed and his actual housing fell through. And he had already been annoyed with being tall. But there was a big difference between a shy 6’3” beanpole who hated attention and…whatever was happening to him now. At this point, it seemed like everyone in the dorm was dealing with inexplicable growth spurts and changes, but as he felt the new sensation of his head lightly brushing the ceiling of the shower, his heart sank yet again.

Oof, I thought this was done, he thought. Or really he had just been self-delusion. He had stopped measuring  a while ago, convincing himself that a jovial “I don’t know” was a good response to the perennial questions about his height, as if being sufficiently nonchalant about the situation would let him fade into the background as nothing special. But he had also convinced himself that maybe, just maybe the changes had stopped, and if he didn’t have any updated data, then he wouldn’t have to reckon with the possibility that even the term ‘7 footer’ was no longer accurate.

But he stooped down and began maneuvering in the compact stall whose shower head struggled to reach his nipples, squatting until his tight butt threatened to part the shower curtains on the other side, just to wash the sleep out of his eyes. The changes had been slow, and he had always been adaptable, but it was becoming apparent that he was becoming too big for the normal infrastructures of life. He didn’t really know what to do about that.

And he especially didn’t know what to do about the python swinging freely between his legs, beyond setting the temperature colder and colder in a futile attempt to get it to shrink to a more manageable size. While his body took off to new heights, his dick really got the memo, stretching to inhuman proportions that looked ridiculous even on his super lanky frame. It was becoming impossible to hide in his day to day life, requiring its own creative solutions as he constantly adjusted and altered his wardrobe to keep up with his slowly stretching body. An issue exacerbated by the fact that his libido had apparently kept pace with these changes. His monster dick had become a beacon of constant sexual need, and at this point even the slightest arousal would set him on a course to either soaking his pants in precum or ripping right through the seams. He had spent many mornings already moaning into the spray of the shower as he slowly stroked the unreal length of his penis, his back and butt smushed against one wall and his foot braced against the opposite, fantasizing about Sam’s amazonian booty in just the next room as he woke himself with a powerful orgasm, painting the tiles in jizz. But this morning he was already late for work.

“What am I going to do with you?” he muttered, soaping up the semi-hard pipe that stretched down toward his knees, careful not to tip the first domino of pleasure, wondering if there was a setting even colder.

—

As he ducked out of the shower into the spacious bathroom beyond, he seemed to unfold as he allowed himself an early morning stretch, shaking the mop of loose curls on his head. He felt his dick jiggle with the movement, enjoying the feeling of its unconstricted motion between his legs as he began to towel himself dry. He swished his hips back and forth, noticing how his dick formed its own pendulous arc through the air, wondering if it could build enough momentum to leave a bruise on Sam’s cheek.

No, no, he thought, bringing himself back to reality as his penis began to lengthen with arousal and deep, urgent need. No time for that. Fantasizing about his unrequited crush could end up eating up a chunk of the morning which we did not have, and he was in no mood to try and clean a pool of spooge off the bathroom floor yet again. The sway of his hips transitioned into a subtle swish that supported his long loping gait as he turned to see a slight figure cross his path unexpectedly.

He hadn’t noticed anyone else in the bathroom. Assumed no one would be up this early. Certainly not a bleary eyed Nikhil with a neat toiletry bag tucked under his arm. Justin had been sufficiently jolted awake by the ice bath that had been spraying from his shower head, but it still took him a solid three seconds to realize that Nikhil was pointedly not staring at the pendulum cock still bobbing playfully in the space between them.

“Oh, fuck!” Sharp realization dawned on Justin’s face, and turned to a flush of frustration as he tried and failed to cover the extensive length of his dick with one, then both hands, eventually realizing that the towel draped around his shoulders could provide the coverage he needed. “Um, sorry, I just didn’t think anyone would be here this early.”

“Yeah, I was kind of banking on that,” Nikhil responded with an awkward chuckle. “Figured if I got up early enough, I wouldn’t have to deal with the usual attention.” He glanced reflexively toward his crotch and the serious bulge that still managed to fill his loose sweats, looking comical on his small frame. “Less chance of being seen.”

They shared a brief moment of mutual understanding, as if brought together in the liminal space of a pre-dawn communal bathroom by their nonsensically gargantuan members.

“Totally,” Justin offered, attempting to build on this budding connection. “I heard about your, uh…I mean not that I heard about it like people are talking about it, at least I don’t talk about other people’s…situations–I mean I’ve noticed your predicament, not that I’m trying to or anything, it’s not my business, also not like it’s a predicament, but like I mean mine’s a predicament, it’s really becoming an issue, honestly, and I don’t know maybe you’ve had similar experiences or whatever, I mean at least you fit in the…shower…”

At this point, Justin’s cheeks were in full blush of embarrassment and exasperation, his mane a halo of gloom as he loomed high over Nikhil, hair still dripping onto his narrow shoulders.

“I just…” one last try.

“It’s good to know someone dealing with similar issues,” Nikhil said with a practiced smile.

“Yeah. Yeah, that.”

“Speaking of, your towel looks a little, um, short?” 

Justin glanced down to discover, to his chagrin, that his towel was no longer long enough to cover the tip of his flaccid cock. Meaning no matter how much he tried to deny or downplay, his mysterious growth was sure to prove otherwise. “...Dammit. I should go get dressed. It can be kind of an–”

“Ordeal. I know.” Nikhil’s irises caught the light for a split second as his eyes rolled toward the ceiling and back, his face a tight acknowledgement of their shared predicament. “Actually,” his eyes lit up, “Just got a pair of briefs off this website that are supposed to have extra support and specialize in unique…pouches. If you want the link or whatever.”

“Uh…yeah, let me know how they fit.”

“Will do,” agreed Nikhil with a sharp nod.

—

Ordeal was accurate, but bumbling around into his work uniform was an ordeal he was used to. His long dick maneuvered just so into his boxer briefs and positioned parallel to his waist–any normal pouch was useless at this point–then a layer of compression shorts for extra control, followed by his khakis, then a few minutes of repositioning his cock and experimenting with the folds of his pants until he fooled himself that the ridiculous bulge spooling out toward his hip could be passed off as a trick of the light (it couldn’t). The fact that his pants didn’t reach his ankles and his mustard yellow employee polo was giving sneak peeks at the light fur of his lower abs were issues to be dealt with at some point in the future.

He reached some semblance of rolling peace as he biked across town to the grocery store, his self-consciousness ebbed by work of navigating city streets, and anxiety dissipated by the mix of physical exertion and chill morning air. He enjoyed the quiet early morning as he locked his bike and strode with long, loping gait to open the store. It was just him, soon interrupted by a single customer who had been waiting impatiently to inform him that the store’s official opening time was three minutes ago, unfazed by the literal giant that came to greet her.

It was shaping up to be a perfectly uneventful shift, just as he’d suspected and hoped when agreeing to cover it. He stocked shelves, did inventory, dealt with the slow drip of customers passing in and out. There were no crises on the horizon, no stressors on this sleepy morning. Except, of course, for the unrelenting weight of pent up sexual frustration and the burgeoning heat of his manhood. He regretted not taking the time this morning for his usual wake up jackoff session–and bonus shower date–and was bitterly annoyed at his lack of coworkers, whose presence would allow him to take fifteen minutes to unload the pressure constantly building in his groin. His dick, dutifully tucked away under multiple layers of restrictive clothing, was slowly becoming the center of the known universe, the locus of attention by way of Justin’s desperate focus on not focusing. The slow burn of sexual pressure was grinding his teeth and laboring his breathing, but it was just barely manageable. That is until Sam walked in.

 He was cute as ever, and that ass looked somehow bigger in the soft morning light, compared to the mix of shadow and streetlight that Sam had passed under late last night. He was probably the best and worst person to roll into the grocery store during Justin’s slowly worsening crisis. A familiar, friendly face, yet also a yearning crush, an undeniable reminder of the yawning gulf of need emanating from Justin’s crotch. His already fraying emotional fabric was twisted even further as Justin, ever observant wallflower, connected a few more dots: Sam was wearing the exact same outfit from last night, though somewhat disheveled. And he was not alone.

Justin was distantly aware that Darius lived in the house that Sam frequented, but didn’t know they were cool with each other. At least not early morning food run cool with each other. Or light touches along the small of his back cool with each other. Or playful squeeze into a prodigious ass cheek cool with each other. Justin, frozen in place with a mostly empty crate of ramen as Sam and Darius grabbed a cart and began to mosey down the next aisle over, was distraught.

He had no idea they were an item. Not that he thought his fantasy of being in Darius’s place on his own cute errand dates with Sam would be anything more than wishful thinking. Justin was all angles, skinny, overstretched, and awkward, with ridiculous proportions. And Darius was, well, Darius. The corded musculature of his arms and shoulders seemed to take up the entire aisle, threatening to burst out of his clothes with even the most casual movements. He exuded confidence and an easy, deep beauty that seemed to draw Sam into his deep, brown eyes. And of course when it came to Sam’s assets, Darius was thinking along very similar lines.

“Hmm, what’s the point of comparison with this ass these days?” Darius asked, his hand resting casually on Sam’s butt. “Volleyballs? Basketballs?”

Sam gave a laugh that read more like a swoon, resting his head briefly–to Justin’s dismay–on Darius’s shoulder. “At this point, watermelons might be closer.”

“Watermelons?” Justin–in his horny stupidity–cut in. Stupid, stupid, stupid, why would you say that?

He had forgotten that being able to physically see over the shelves into the adjacent aisle was not a normal thing that normal humans could do, and as Sam and Darius turned in unison to gaze up at him stocking ramen in the next aisle, it dimly occurred to him that they had no idea he was present for this conversation. A mistake he made pretty regularly even before these changes. I need to get out of here.

“They’re still in the back,” he said. “Just came in!” 

“Justin?” asked Sam. “I didn’t know you were working today.”

Butterflies. He knows my regular schedule? Justin practically swooned. But he had to flee. “Let me run and grab one for you,” said Justin. “Be right back!”

And hustled off back to storage.

He was really struggling to hold it together as he paced around the back room, having already forgotten what he even came there for. In his fugue of horny panic, it took a second to register that the short rumble in his pocket wasn’t his supervolcano dick preparing to erupt, but a series of notifications on his phone. Vibration was the last thing he needed anywhere near his tightly packed crotch, but his heart leapt into his throat as he saw that they were from Nikhil. 

[Hey, those briefs I mentioned got in early.]

Oh no.

[Not as comfortable as I had hoped, but the fit is pretty decent.]

Oh no.

[At least for now, right? 🙃]

Oh no.

[Also, they sent a couple extras, let me know if you want to try a pair. We’re probably around the same size.]

The chain of text on Justin’s phone screen jumped up to make space for a gray rectangle with a thin line slowly drawing itself into a circle. He stood frozen in anxious terror as he waited for his sluggish phone to download the image that he desperately hoped wasn’t the exact one he was currently forming in his head.

Nikhil was standing in his room in front of a full length mirror, phone in one hand, held just to the side of his abdomen, head cocked slightly to the side, his face an image of intentional focus. His rich brown skin looked lovely in the morning light, which came in from the side at an angle just right for showing off the lean musculature of his swimmer’s build. His whole body seemed to be shaped for practiced, graceful movement, made of deliberate lines that all drew the eye to the colossal package hanging between his thighs. 

It looked more like a jock than a pair of briefs, a framework of elegant, reinforced elastic support structures designed to hold a pouch that many would assume was some sort of manufacturer error or gag gift. He was titillated by the idea that they weren’t a joke item and that there was some small customer base out there that was as unreasonably and mysteriously hung as them. But on Nikhil they fit just right, though somewhat straining to hold his massive member in place. Justin realized that as frustrated as he was with his unreal height, at least it allowed his dick to look relatively proportional. Nikhil on the other hand struck a comical figure, his short stature looking weighed down by the pipe that extended from his groin, his overworked lower abdominal muscles brought into sharp relief.

This was an innocuous, professional message. Knowing Nikhil, he had no idea he’d just sent a brain melting thirst trap. No idea what he had just done to any hopes of Justin’s pants surviving this shift. His dick lurched against its confinement, as if to issue a challenge.

“Don’t you start!” he practically yelled at the bulge running from his crotch along his hip. “Please, not now.” His dick twitched in protest, warmth building in his crotch that hinted at a threshold to which he was dangerously close. He paced around the storage area, trying to distract himself with the visual messiness of things that needed organizing, moving, and inventorying, until his eyes landed on a small crate of green and white ovoid shapes.

The melon! I forgot about the melon, he groaned internally, unaware that Sam and Darius weren’t exactly waiting on him to return with the fruit. He took his time perusing the top layer for the choicest options, giving each one a hearty slap to test for ripeness–until they reminded him too much of the melons he’d prefer to be handling, which were moseying around the store.

He snatched one up and power walked back out to the floor, watermelon held proudly in front of him, cradled by his large hands. He stopped in his tracks at the end of an aisle, trying to make sense of the scene before him. Sam was bent over at the waist, breathing heavy and held up by Darius’s strong arms. His hips were hinged backward, pointing his ass in Justin’s direction, who couldn’t shake the impression that it was…growing. He had certainly noticed it getting bigger and rounder over the past several months, but it looked like it was inflating with muscle and a healthy layer of padding in real time, ballooning against the fabric of his leggings, which were riding up his calves. As Sam’s breathing calmed and he stood up straight, he matched Darius in height, his amazonian legs and colossal booty looking wildly disproportionate compared to his unchanged arms and torso.

“I…found the watermelon,” Justin uttered, drawing the attention of the only two patrons in the store. His hands were glued to the fruit in front of him, eyes locked on to Sam’s unreal bubble butt, which seemed to flex with a last gasp of growth. “Oh, um, wow.” He was frozen in place, a jolt of panic shot through him as his cock twitched insistently in his pants. He had already lost the battle against his own libido, it was just a matter of realizing that.

“Wow is right,” said Sam, gazing at the bulge that threatened to tear Justin’s khakis to tatters unless they addressed this urgent business immediately.

As if on cue, a light ripping sound filled the space between them, followed by Justin’s small, anxious moan. “Sorry,” he said, still holding on to the melon for dear life, but taking his eyes off Sam’s rump just long enough to cast a worried glance at his prodigious bulge. “This thing’s been out of control and it’s just…kind of hard to ignore for too long.”

“Then let’s give it some attention,” Darius cut in.

—

Justin was able to rub his last two brain cells together just long enough to lock the door and put up an away sign. The store’s steady customer base of no one would have to deal for 30 minutes. As he led Sam and Darius to the back–for some reason still holding the watermelon in the crook of his elbow–he was in mild disbelief that this was even happening. A more plausible explanation would be that the hurricane force of sexual need emanating from his monster cock had simply short circuited his brain and he was having a vivid hallucination while laying on the floor, surrounded by packs of ramen. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

The camera in the storage area still worked–though no one ever checked it–but the one in the break room did not. Dutifully, Justin power walked down the back hallway to the modest room of vending machines, microwave, table, chairs, old couch, and small window, the others struggling to keep up with long, purposeful strides. Sam still seemed to still be getting his balance, as his center of gravity was now noticeably higher and heavier than it had been just a few minutes ago. Darius kept a watchful hand on his lower back. 

They fell to the couch in a blur of lips on lips, shirts being thrown unceremoniously on the floor, fingers intertwining and disengaging as the three urgently explored each others’ bodies to remove layers of pesky clothing as quickly as possible. Darius was smitten by the embarrassed smile on Sam’s face as he tried and failed to get his leggings and underwear over his ass. He leaned over and worked the fabric with the corded muscle of his arms, peeling it down slowly and deliberately, resisting the urge to simply rip it off of his body in one quick motion. 

Justin was beside himself with anticipation, surprised he hadn’t flooded his khakis with jizz at the sight of Sam’s monster butt cheeks, though he had already pumped out an ungodly amount of precum, with more oozing on the way. “Fuck,” he uttered, as the light dusting of hair across the round expanse of Sam’s posterior was revealed, Darius leaning in to bury his face between those gravity-defying globes. It looked even bigger unclothed. Justin was still firmly in disbelief that these two extremely hot people were about to have a threesome with him, let alone at his place of work, let alone one of them being his fantastical crush with a fantastical bubble butt. It took him a second to pick up on the fact that both of them were staring hungrily at the bulge threatening to ruin his pants.

Right, he thought, with a twinge of nervousness. Just confident enough that Sam and Darius wouldn’t run in terror, he steeled himself and with a resigned sigh, pushed his pants, compression shorts, and underwear off of his bony hips, revealing inch after inch after inch of his python until his cock head bobbed off the end of the couch, drooling precum onto the floor. He was filled with relief at finally being freed from his confines, his head lolling back in pleasure as one, then two, then three hands–his own or others’, he couldn't tell–began to slowly work the length of his prodigious dick. 

The train had left the station, so to speak. He’d been yearning and itching for this for far too long. He felt a now-familiar lightheadedness as his body coordinated around bringing  his penis to full erection, his breathing falling into a deep, almost meditative state, muscles working and contracting as the pressure continued to build. He moaned in pleasure as Darius’s lips parted over his dick and Sam’s nuzzled his neck, sending static down his spine.

“You want to fuck me?” Sam asked with a hunger mixed with uncharacteristic shyness, his hands running along the curves of Justin’s clavicle.

“Are…are you sure?” asked Justin, almost as a warning. He hadn’t been intimate with anyone since he was half this size, and was visibly worried about the destruction his ungodly dick might cause.

“Oh, you’re good. I got loosened up earlier.”

A moment of terror as Justin tried to mentally process whatever behemoth had made Sam confident enough to take his own. He nodded in trepidation, and the other two switched places, Darius straddling Justin’s chest and giving him a taste of his own salty precum as they indulgently made out, while Sam positioned himself over Justin’s head and began to lower onto his dick. 

He began to work himself up and down with unbearable slowness, easing farther and farther with each of Justin’s strokes. Once they got a rhythm going, Justin felt practically sucked in by Sam’s hole, giving up on any sort of explanation in the realm of human possibility as he bottomed out. He slapped his huge hands against the melons of Sam’s ass, wishing he could see them jiggling as uncontrollably as they felt, groaning into Darius’s mouth as Sam picked up speed. He was beside himself, eyes rolling back as he ascended into some other plane of existence, some boundless torrent of orgasmic possibility. He came like a firehose, hands sinking into Sam’s fat cheeks as he gushed into him for what felt like an eternity, Sam beginning to spray himself with spunk simultaneously.

They fell into a pile on the couch, Justin sandwiched between the other two, wrapped in Darius’s long arms as he caressed Sam’s butt. Eventually he got around to pulling himself out of Sam’s hole, feeling an odd but pleasant tingling along his dick as it came out with a pop. He carefully extricated himself from their warm hands and soft kisses, getting up to gather some cleaning supplies. The tingling faded into a residual sensation, the pull on his groin slightly heavier than he expected as he moved around the room, but he thought nothing of it.

Justin squatted down to kiss Sam and Darius in turn, twitching in slight discomfort as his dick touched the cold tile floor. They were pretzeled together with seemingly no intention of breaking contact for the foreseeable future.

“We should do this again, sometime,” said Sam. “Maybe somewhere more comfortable,” with a wink.

“Really?” asked Justin, incredulous.

“Yeah, dude,” said Darius. “Maybe even a date or something. Imagine!” he chuckled.

How is this really happening? Justin thought, still lost in post-coital bliss yet aware that the store was currently unstaffed. “I should, um, get back to it I guess,” as he slid his underwear on and began the struggle to get his dick to cooperate, the tingling feeling remaining as he jiggling and maneuvered it back along his waist, growing stronger as he trapped everything under his compression shorts. His dick still felt warm as he pulled his khakis up. Really warm. “Y’all don’t have to rush, my shift runs for another couple hours, you can–”

Just was interrupted by a sharp contraction of his groin muscles, leaning over slightly as a hand shot to his belly. The tingling along his dick intensified, along with heat radiating from his crotch.

“You okay?” Darius asked with obvious worry. “Lightheaded? Need to sit down for a second?”

“No, no, I’m good,” said Justin, belied by shortness of breath and the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His attempt to play it cool was cut short by a grimace of discomfort as he was doubled over by an even stronger contraction, his dick a furnace of static, sliding along his hip on an urgent return to erection, but in a way that felt…different. He caught his breath for a second and exchanged glances with Sam, who reached out to steady him, wearing a look of familiarity.

“I just, just need to…” His dick was pulsing with his heartbeat, heatedly struggling against the confines of too tight fabric. As his breathing became labored, he fumbled with his belt, trying to move fast but not fast enough. Sam and Darius were transfixed as the massive bulge straining Justin’s seams visibly surged past its previous ungodly length just a few minutes ago and ripped through the thin fabric of his pocket, angry cockhead jutting several inches out from his hip and drooling precum into the open air.

I should text Nikhil.

[mathlann]

Cas Posting Part 2 since apparently I'm not done 😅

While I'm thinking about it, my first run getting to the branding scene was just, so diabolical. Because of the order I did the companion quests, by the time Euphrates 2 rolled around Casimira was fresh off the triple-whammy of the "We Have No Future (Because My Job Comes First)" talk with Heinrix, the lethal breakup with Beloved Lady Saurbeck (she loved Chaos more than Cas), and the "I Wont Be A Casual Dalliance (My Job is Corrupt and Falling Apart, Baby Come Back)" Breakup with Heinrix all in a short span. And so, to have come off the Hell that is Eufrates II and see a Marazhai event pop up I was fully expecting another, "oh just so you know, I'm leaving you at some point" talk, since of all Cas' relationships that was the one that was explicitly just for kicks. Especially when he starts off with the whole "Humans put too much stock in friendship, loyalty, and love (🤢)" preamble (which, great thing to tell somebody coming off their second breakup in like, a month btw), I was genuinely caught off guard at what he was actually there for? Like oh this isn't a breakup he wants her to... brand him? Ugh okay Athletics skill don't fail her....oh, he's not seriously putting up a fight he's letting her take the knife.... Like, it's very fucked up in the "you should have another way of expressing commitment without seriously injuring each other" but also considering Mr. True Aeldari can and later does cause a huge fuss with own Kabal over letting a human do that to him, it's also very sweet? Like, ew, feelings but also at the same time that was probably the most loving thing that'd happened to her all game up to that point? Terrible people, terrible together!

[roosterbox]

October Almost-Drabbles 10/8: Bat and Witch

Pairing: Steddie

Word Count: 582

Additional tags: alternate universe, witches and witchcraft, animal transformation, witch!Steve, bat!Eddie, established secret relationship that’s about to be not so secret

Side note: here, have a combination of two prompts to make up for skipping a day! Eddie would make the cutest bat ever. Also, do I even need to tag for fluff at this point? Y’all know me, you know what I’m about.

———

The little creature perched on Steve’s shoulder seemed quite entranced by the man’s motions as he stirred the cauldron. First clockwise, then counter, then back again. The mixture inside grew darker, and thicker, with each full rotation. Before too long, it was as black as the night itself, with sparkles of celestial light. Or a close enough approximation. Honestly the tiny bat didn’t know for sure. He just liked hearing Steve talk, and watching him work his magic. Literally.

“It’s ready,” the man said, carefully ladling out a small amount and pouring it into a glass vial. He looked at his companion. “Whenever you want to change back, you can.”

The bat shook his head, long curly fur bobbing, and snuggled himself closer. His tiny, leathery wings were surprisingly warm against Steve’s neck.

“Alright, alright,” Steve laughed, and cupped his hand around the little bat. He gently scratched at the downy soft head with his finger, eliciting a contented chirp. “But the kids are gonna be here soon. Probably with a lot of questions. Namely why their favorite DM is currently a bat.”

Eddie drew back a little, eyes wide but somehow still so expressive even as a bat. He chirruped again, though it was more pointed this time.

“You want me to tell them?”

Chirp.

“Everything? Honestly?”

Another chirp, then the bat rubbed his head against Steve’s neck again.

He sighed, and gave Eddie’s head another quick scratch. On one hand, it was probably good to get things out in the open. On the other… ugh. They were good kids, smart kids, and not altogether unused to the realm of the fantastic. Maybe they would take things well.

He looked around their house, at the various ingredients and potions and tinctures he’d had to mix and strain and struggle with before finding the proper recipe for Eddie. At his cauldron, still bubbling merrily away. And, lastly, at the bat that had until recently been his very human boyfriend. Yeah, it was a lot.

“At least let me turn you back so we can talk to them together?”

There was no answer. Eddie was trying his best to feign sleep, though the strong grip of his clawed feet in Steve’s shirt gave him away somewhat. That simple act - pretending to sleep to avoid a more serious conversation - was so adorably Eddie that Steve couldn’t help but smile.

There was a knock at the door. Muffled voices. The first of their little nuggets had arrived. Probably Max and the Sinclairs if he had to guess. Good. Out of all of them, those three would probably take the triple whammy of ‘Steve’s a witch, Eddie’s (currently) a bat, and they’re also dating by the way’ the best. Relatively speaking, that is.

“Coming!” Steve called out. He lifted the cauldron off of the fire and, after briefly considering dumping the rest of the mixture, decided to simply set it aside for now. With the way they’d been dabbling in spells lately, there’s no telling how useful a de-transformation potion might be.

Another knock. Impatient little brats.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep your pants on,” muttered Steve as he reached for the doorknob. There was a squeak of what was probably meant to be encouragement from his shoulder. Steve rolled his eyes, but nudged his head against his at the moment diminutive lover. Then he straightened up, squared his shoulders, and let out a calming breath.

“Here goes nothing,” he said, and opened the door.

[raspberrysmoon]

you'll never settle any of your scores | little lion man - mumford and sons | 10

"take all the courage you have left, and waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head."

paul, discovering how it feels to lose your body, but not quite how it feels to die.

specially dedicated to my pookie @pastriibunz !! good luck today pooks i hope this makes you feel better

paul never liked musicals. anything with that pop-y, animated sound grit on his brain like he was dragging his palms across concrete. its borderline painful, and incredibly annoying.

so, being trapped in a musical with animated, pop-style music is a double whammy.

it becomes a triple whammy when he discovers the hiveminds plan to kill emma. to take kai. it makes him all the more nauseous to think about like that.

his girls, with targets on their backs. the hivemind scolds him for thinking about them like– for thinking they're his– but they are, and losing his autonomy won’t change that so easily.

even thinking like that gets him scolded. he’s not moving fast enough, his back won’t bend far enough, he’s too attached to them.

too attached to a family he doesn’t deserve, it tells him. a family he didn’t even have a week ago. how could he be so attached to a family he’s only known a few days?

but he is. he’s attached. he’s so goddamn attached to them.

..he’s at the front of the line. the other hive members are staring at him expectantly. his mouth moves for a command without his permission. he tells them to lift the meteor. they’re going to move it to a better location, and it’ll be turned into a throne.

a throne fit for a king.

take all the courage you have left,

it makes his gut flutter, a little. hes the king they’re talking about. its thrilling.

but the thrill is shattered when he realizes that they’re not all going to move the meteor. some of them are going to the door. they’re going to get emma and kai. they’re going to hurt emma and kai.

it forces him into action. he drags his nails against the imaginary blue walls around him. he forces himself to scream. he pulls at his clothes and digs at his skin until the thing in his head loosens his leash.

he drops to his knees, ignoring the jolt of pain it sends through him, and begins clawing at his mouth. it won’t let him vomit. it’s not that kind.

give up, it tells him. you can’t save them, and you certainly can’t save yourself anymore.

but he can. he can save himself, and he can save them too. he has to. he’s.. he’s a father. he’s her dad, now. she told him so. he can’t just.. not try to save his daughter.

she’s not your daughter, the thing tells him. its voice is harsh in his mind. she will never be your daughter. you’ll never know her.

but he will. if he can make it to her, and get her and emma out of here, he will know her. he’ll know her favorite color, and how she takes her coffee and the exact amount of cheese she likes in her grilled cheese. he’ll know her favorite fruit, and how she falls asleep best.

you won’t. you’ll die. i will kill you. you don’t get to escape me, this time. i won’t let you.

and waste it on fixing all the problems

but it doesn’t let paul do anything. it doesn’t allow him or disallow him to do jack shit. paul, even here in this terrible place, has his free will.

no, you don’t. you don’t have anything anymore, paul matthews. you don’t have anything, or anyone. you’re alone without me, paul. let me help you.

you won’t help me do shit. he’s not sure if he’s speaking aloud or not. he thinks he might be. you’re going to hurt them.

no, paul, i’m not. i’m going to save them. emma will die if you don’t help her soon. i can do that. they’ll be safe, with you. forever.

but that isn’t true, is it? they’re not safe if they have to live like this. trapped in their mind, where they’ll rot away without control of their body. thats alive, maybe, but its not safe.

kai is here. she’s here dragging herself towards him, biting and kicking and clawing at the rest of his hive on her way.

the rest of the hive. not his.

then she starts screaming. not for him. never for him.

shes screaming for the thing inside his head.

for a moment, he has to wonder if she ever meant calling him dad.

that you made in your own head.

then, he notices the tears on her cheeks. he notices how tense her shoulders are, and how tightly drawn her eyebrows are. she’s not moving towards them frantically. shes moving towards them for a reason. she’s moving towards him. not the thing in his head.

he forces that thought directly out of his mind, and lets the thing take the wheel.

it wraps his arms around her, tugging her into his arms like it had done so millions of times before. carding his hand into her hair, scratching over her scalp and using his voice to tell her its okay. that its there now. that she’s safe.

paul has to strain to hear her call him dad before the blast.

[hungerofhadarr]

Hello there! For Omen :)

Are they secretive, or open about their dark urges? Why?

What brings them peace?

What is their achilles heel?

🩵 Cheers!

HIHI TYSM … the triple whammy ..

Are they secretive, or open about their dark urges? Why?

Super SUPER secretive about it . If any strange behaviour is brought up or anyone points out how he seems off or sick he just .. talks his way out of it . He just ate something bad , the tadpole keeps twitching , he had a nightmare last night but he can’ t remember about what , he’ s just having a hard time coming to terms with what happened to them . That’ s it

There’ s a combination of why he chooses to hide it, the biggest being the belief he can smother it . If he gives it no name , does not indulge it , does not give it any more thought that it already gets , if they does not speak it into the world … then it has to go away . And no one will know

Second reason is that he’ s desperate to keep his oath . Ties into the first reason but … he can’ t bear to loose this integral part of themself when he has so little left . One wrong move , one wrong word , and it’ s gone

Third is that he’ s trying to keep up and image . People are scared of him . Then , they see that he behaves .. strangely . And that makes it worse . If he manages to keep some of it inside , then he has a chance to change their minds and make people feel safe

What brings them peace?

Not a lot , and he is not helping . They’ re too scared to relax too much and let his mind slip away , so he has to constantly be doing something . But it can’ t be a quiet task like reading or washing clothes , because he isn’ t doing enough and the words start to change or the motion starts to remind him of something else .

But he can’ t do anything too exhausting , because his blood rushing in his ears and his frantic heartbeat make his hands shake , and suddenly they’ re desperate for something raw and bloody . And that scares them

So far , it seems helping with cooking it one of the few things that gives him a moment of peace . And Omen hopes it stays that way

What is their Achilles heel?

He cannot trust himself .

They’ re a Paladin , the one suppose to uphold values and protect people from wrong . But he cannot trust himself to make the right choice . What if he misunderstands ? What if it turns out to be the wrong choice down the line ? What if he hurts people without realizing ?

He’ s desperate to make the world better , but they cannot truly trust they’ ll do the right thing . So they try to default to what he thinks his companions would do . Issue is , they all have different approaches to the world , so now he doesn’ t know what choice it right and what is wrong

Some decisions are easy . But more complicated ones ? He freezes . What if he wants to say one thing , but the Urge demands another ? Who gets the final say ?

[haunted-medievalist]

whew okay i haven't talked much on here yet about how the year is going so here's an abridged round-up:

laptop broke for three weeks and put me so far back in research it doesn't bear thinking about but we move

triple whammy april-may conference season coming up. i get to talk about my queer disaster men to captive audiences but god at what cost

restarted my animal crossing island (this was a big deal i promise)

moving to iceland in august (pending my ability to understand the university's web portal and also sort out the visa in time)

had a really nice brunch today