#this feels so good. i always love this level of peace. this kindness and gentleness i allow and accept for myself

[noxtivagus]

perdev is now my favorite subject bcs these are literally the things i write to myself everyday

[animeomegas]

which naruto omegas do you think handle it better with an alpha who is a bit of a crybaby when gets sick? i had a really bad fever the last few days and it amuses me to think how my mom could have handled it like a champ while i felt like a victorian child about to see the light. for example, neji would feel a little smug seeing how his alpha depends so much on him, but i also think that the first times he would be terrible at trying to comfort them lol

Haha! My brother is a lot like that XD Let me give you my thoughts! <3

Neji - You're so right in that he's great with looking after a sick alpha. He's not bad at comforting, as long as you're following his instructions. If you've eaten, had some water, taken some medicine, bathed etc. at his instruction, then he's happy to indulge in some cuddles or head pats when it's resting time. He does leave as soon as you're asleep though haha.

Shino - He's pretty good with this. It does make him a little anxious at first, but once he's got the clear from a mednin that you'll be fine, he actually prefers an alpha who will stay in bed and be dramatic haha. If you go wandering off or insistently try to do things even though you're sick, you'll stress him out. He makes a schedule of care for food and medicine and bathing, and follows it to the letter. During any of the down periods, he always sits by you and reads a book or does some work. He won't leave you alone.

Haku - He's incredibly indulgent with any level of drama while sick. He does give that look when he thinks you're overreacting a bit, but you can have anything your heart desires if it will make you feel better. Anything. He'll rub your back for hours if you so desire it. He also makes the best herbal remedies of anyone on this list. His soups are medicinal and tasty!

Itachi - He finds solace and peace when caring for his loved ones, so in a weird way he kind of enjoys it. There's no judgement, just love and gentle care. He will be disappointed though, if you put up a fight over eating or taking medicine. He is hesitant to cuddle, only because he's been told not to cuddle with sick people his whole life, but he's willing to sit with you as long as you need. If you ask him to stay, he'll stay.

Shisui - He's definitely going to tease you about being so dramatic, but all his teasing is designed to make you feel better, not worse. He's surprisingly competent at looking after you in some ways, except cooking. He's going to outsource the cooking to someone else. But other than that, he's quite doting and will definitely give in to cuddles, especially if you cry. He's weak to crying.

[glazesunflower]

Welcome back!! I hope you enjoyed your well deserved rest (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡! If it may not be so much to ask may I request an x fem reader scenario where Jean/Lisa and Eula try to point out to the reader that there's something on their face (by tapping their own cheek) but the reader mistakes it as the girls asking for a kiss.

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Accidental Cheek Kiss

Characters: Jean and Eula x Fem!Reader.

Warnings: None that apply!

Notes: Sorry for the wait, I've been overcome by sapphism and wrote a 55k word fanfic in the last 2 weeks but now I'm back to tumblr reqs. I hope you enjoy!

The evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over Mondstadt, the city of freedom. 

You and Jean were enjoying a peaceful walk through the city, hand in hand, enjoying each other's company and the soft touch of your fingers intertwined. You had been eating ice cream before. The weather is starting to warm again in this beautiful city and Jean was kind enough to treat you to a delicious snack. 

You must’ve accidentally not wiped your face accordingly, because Jean notices a small smudge of chocolate on your cheek. Being the polite woman she is, she dearly doesn’t want to embarrass you, so she gently taps her own cheek when you look at her, silently indicating the smudge.

To you though, seeing your girlfriend smiling softly at you and tapping her cheek meant a different thing entirely.

"Oh, Jean, you want a kiss?" You say, smiling playfully.

It’s adorable how fast Jean’s cheeks flush.

"Oh, no, I was just trying to point something out on your face.” Her voice is quiet, like she’s sharing a secret with you. “There's a bit of chocolate, I believe."

Your lips bloom into a smile, your heart warmed by the sweet expression in her face.

"Well, I think you deserve a kiss for being so sweet.” You lean to her playfully, watching the pink in her cheeks deepen delightfully. “Come here."

Before she can reply, you surprise Jean with a gentle kiss to her lips.

Jean melts into the kiss, her tense expression defrosting in your hands as your soft lips meet hers, her eyes fluttering close to the sweet sensation of your gentle touch against her skin.

When you pull apart, Jean’s cheeks are blooming with pretty crimson colors. She stammers.

"W-well, thank you for the kiss, but… Really, there's something on your cheek."

She insists, and you let out a chuckle.

"Oops, I guess I got carried away.” You say softly, wiping your own cheek where, effectively enough, there was a bit of chocolate from before. “Sorry, Jean."

But Jean’s lips curve into a soft smile, one of those that she gifts for your eyes only during the late hours of the evening, a window to the harbor of affection she holds for you deep inside.

“It's quite alright. Your surprises are always welcome, my love.”

And just like that, you interlace your fingers with hers again and you resume your strolling around the city. From the corner of your eye you notice that Jean is still flustered by your sudden kiss, and the thought makes you feel bubbly inside. She is usually the composed and level-headed one, but you have come to realize you have a way of turning her thoughts into a whirlwind of emotions, and you exploit this fact more often than not.

You lean against her, your shoulders brushing.

"You know, Jean, you're really cute when you get flustered."

And just like that, you can hear Jean swallow before she speaks, trying to regain her composure.

"I-I am not cute. I am the Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, after all.”

"Oh, so the mighty Jean does get flustered sometimes?" You’re incessant.

"Alright, fine, perhaps I do.” Jean’s gaze softens, finding your eyes. “But only around you."

"Good to know I have that effect on you.” Your smile is bright, like you’ve won the most expensive prize at a fair. You intend to keep winning. “But you know what? You're cute when you're flustered, and you're even cuter when you smile."

You watch Jean’s blush deepen in silent delight, relishing in the way her fingers twitch in yours. Her smile doesn’t falter.

"You always know how to make me smile, even in the most unexpected ways."

As the night grows darker, you continue your walk, sharing laughter and affectionate glances now and then, here and there. The city lights illuminate your path as you walk, but the real light comes from the warmth you feel for each other.

"You know, Jean, I love these quiet moments with you." 

You allow the truth to settle in the comfortable space between you, and Jean’s eyes find yours, evidently affectionate.

"As do I. It's in these moments that I feel closest to you."

You lean your head on her shoulder, closing your eyes briefly and taking in the entirety of her close to you.

"Thank you for being a part of my life, Jean."

"And thank you for being a part of mine, my love."

You take in the softness of her voice, and you think of how your love has been a beautiful journey filled with surprises, laughter, and, of course, a touch of endearing fluster when Jean allows it. 

With you by her side, Jean feels a happiness she had never held so close to her chest before. And your love will continue to grow, guided by the genuine affection you hold for one another, as you navigate the beautiful and unpredictable path ahead in the hand of the one you love most.

It’s a beautiful starry night in Mondstadt, and Eula is enjoying a peaceful stroll along the city's illuminated streets. With you, of course, her beloved girlfriend. The night breeze dances playfully around the two of you as you talk about everything and nothing and your quiet laughter fills the night air with ease.

Eula notices a tiny speck on your cheek, probably a remnant of the dinner you’ve just shared together, and decides to gently point it out. With a faint blush dusting her cheeks, Eula taps her own cheek in hopes that you notice and wipe it off. 

However, you misunderstand the gesture and think Eula is asking for a kiss. What other thing can this sweet gesture possibly mean, right?

Feeling a rush of excitement and thinking you understood Eula's intentions, you easily lean in and plant a surprise kiss on Eula's cheek, your lips warm and full of affection for her. 

Eula is instantly taken aback, her beautiful eyes widening in surprise and her face flushing a shade of pink that matches the setting of the sun beyond the two of you.

"E-Excuse me! I-I didn't mean…" 

Eula stammers, her usually composed demeanor momentarily lost in the whirlwind of emotions, her cheek still feeling the ghost of your lips upon it.

Seeing her surprised expression, the misunderstanding dawns on you.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I thought you wanted a kiss!" 

You’re quick to say, leaning away from her a little.

Embarrassment fills the air as the two of you look at each other, both caught in a mix of flustered emotions blossoming brightly under your cheeks. 

But then, you watch the birth of a smile in Eula’s gentle lips.

"No, no, it's quite alright.”

She says, her voice surprisingly soft and tender after a moment of gathering her thoughts. Though your cheeks still feel flushed, you clear your throat, feeling a tinge of relief.

"I hope I didn't offend you. It was just a misunderstanding."

You watch Eula shake her head, locks of beautiful blue hair falling over her shoulders at the motion. Her sharp eyes soften when they meet yours.

"Not at all. It's just… I wanted to tell you that there was something on your cheek, but it seems I've muddled my intentions."

You feel the tension ease and you chuckle softly.

"Well, you definitely surprised me, that's for sure."

"I apologize for any confusion," Eula says sincerely. Then, her smile grows into something bolder. "But if you'd still like that kiss you offered, I would be more than happy to oblige."

And you can’t help but smile warmly, reaching out to cup Eula's cheek with your tender touch. 

"I would love that." 

You whisper before leaning in and giving Eula a gentle kiss on the lips, relishing in her warmth under your tender skin, the familiarity of it and yet the exhilaration it brings to your every bone.

Eula's eyes widen once more, her cheeks growing an even deeper shade of red at your contact. But this time, she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she allows herself to savor the sweet and unexpected moment, the warmth of your affection warming her heart like the rays of the sun over the slope in the cold Dragonspine.

As the night continues, you and Eula walk hand in hand, your hearts fluttering with newfound emotions and a connection deepened by a simple misunderstanding that turned into a precious memory. Under the stars of Mondstadt, you feel ever so certain that your love for her and her love for you will continue to grow with the ebb of time, turning every moment together into a wonderful experience.

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[wonuumelody]

Which pet I would identify the members of seventeen with

Seungcheol

Utonagan : listen this dog is similar to a wolf. So he's a leader. It is one of the rarest breeds of dogs. Utonagans are friendly and intelligent and really sportive dogs as well. I associate Seungcheol with this breed of dog because for me, cheol is a really strong man, physically or mentally. Those dogs are really good for familial life and we know that Cheol is like the best leader father.

Jeonghan

Bunny : rabbits are known to be silly, timid, shy, curious, and high spirited and I think that this also describe Jeonghan pretty well. He is very soft, and have perfect visuals. He's shameless : he cheat, is very dramatic and mischievous and often vaguely evil (but as I said he is very soft and gentle). I think that he is rabbit coded because I love watching those funny videos where bunnies are doing crazy stuff, as mush as I love watching funny videos of him

Joshua

Siamese : hear me out. everyone loves siamese. Those cats are so gentle and kind and graceful? Our Josh Is so siamese coded idk, even with his bunny face he is still a siamese for me. Even though they're really gentle and calm cats they still are cats : which means they often do stupid things and makes everyone laugh.

Jun

Snake : hear me out 2. This guy is so mysterious yet fascinating?? He is sooo snake coded I don't know why. Snakes will move away when approached, and this is a really good animal to also show the introvert side of Jun. They also are shy and bold, and we know that Jun have a strong need of authenticity, self-expression. He express himself through his moves and solos. The way he dance is really fluid and smooth to see, maybe even hypnotic, like a snake moving

Hoshi

Hamster : do I have to say anything? My man is convinced he is a tiger but nah cutie you're an hamster. Such a cute and funny animal, like hoshi, a real cutie and funny tiger guy. Hamster are so cute when they're eating and look at our guy, such a cutie with his big cheeks full of food And even a few food stains on the face

Wonwoo

Black​ cat : this man is a real black cat. Always quiet and keeping things to himself he tend to have a really big mysterious side, that makes him so interesting and attractive. I think that this mysterious side that he have can be compared to black cats, thanks to their black coat, you can only see their eyes and you have to really be with a black cat to understand how much loving and sweet they are (and a bit silly too)

Woozi

Grey Persian cat : hear me out for this one!! Persian cat personalities are sweet, gentle, and patient. They're friendly cats that prefer calm environments but can easily adapt to more active households. Woozi fit so much that description. He is a really introvert man and have a need of getting alone time but he still managed to live with the 12 other members, knowing how much active and "loud" some of them could be

Dokyeom

Siberian Husky : Dokyeom is so husky coded! He's like a ball of sunshine that's always singing and enjoying life. He is such a great companion. Always bringing joy when the times are sad. He's also very sensitive and I feel like he always can feel when others feel a bit down. He is such a sweetheart

Mingyu

Golden retriever : do I need to explain myself again? This man is a silly goofy tall guy who's always doing crazy stuff. He is the best with everyone and can make everyone laugh with nothing

Mingaho

Ragdoll cat : he really have those sweet and calm vibes. they can tolerate reasonable levels of household noise. They're peaceful, sociable and inquisitive. A Ragdoll cat's personality means they're a delight to be around. Plus I think that this also describe hao and his personality. They're loveable as hell and he is too!

Seungkwan

Parrot : I don't really know why, I think that he really gives parrot vibes? Those that are always singing a bit too well for just being an animal and would probably have a singing career as a human. Parrots are social, talkative and optimistic and I think that is also a good way to describe our boo. Always looking at the bright side, Parrots see the best in everyone they meet and can find fun in literally any situation. + Boo have that really creative and fun energy and seems so fun to be around

Vernon

Ferret : Like all species, the ferret personality is unique to each individual. Ferrets are pretty amazing creatures and Vernon too. They're both effortlessly funny and will make you feel better, without even trying to. Even tho ferrets are pretty extrovert animals, vernon being the opposite I think he still match really well with those cute creatures.

Dino

Orange cat : you know? Those cuties that have a lot of energy. friendlier and more affectionate than other cats. He is such a good person to be around and is effortlessly fun. He's also really mature and orange cats are pretty good for handling emotions, and I think Chan is also the type of person to make sure that you are always feeling okay

[sameschmidtdiffname]

i recently had a thought about the reader's online friend!josh futterman, like if these two actually KNOW each other irl but have no idea about it because they use nicknames

i'd really appreciate it if you'd write something like this and I hope my description of it makes sense i used a translator for this lol

in love with your writing btw !!! <3

Bbgirl I gotCHUUUUU

Familiar Strangers

A Josh Futturman x Gender Neutral! Reader Series

Summery: They always say you never know when you'll meet Mister Right. But damn. This is a new level.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no gender specific pronouns for Reader, coffee shop AU, Josh never wins 'Biotic Wars' AU, fluff, meet cute, online friends who don't realize they're friends irl as well, brief mentions of smut, otherwise SFW.

Notes: Alright, first actually planned series! Is it gonna be a slowburn with twenty parts? A mini series? Who the fuck knows! Not me! Let's pray, mfers.

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                    °☆>》Maggie's《<☆°

"Please tell me there's a chance for us," she says with baited breath. "Don't tell me you're walking away."

The atmosphere of the small, brick walled coffee shop is calm for 10 o'clock in the morning, but I'm not complaining. God knows I prefer this over the alternative anyways.

"You know that I can't answer that," Oshua says to Tiger, agitated.

This guy, always trying to be mysterious.

"I've waited for you my whole life. You could give me a goddamn-"

The ring of the shop bell tears me from my reading, my head darting up to see who has come to disturb my morning of peace and fiction.

"Hi!" The customer says in overly bright voice. One look at the man and I already know he's the chatty type, not willing to just duck in and out, keys jingling from the black belt on his hip as he flashes a bright, genuine smile, waving his hand enthusiastically while keeping the other in his pants pocket.

Motherfucker.

"Hi!" I try to return with the same bright smile and tone, but I feel irritation spike into my chest as I hear the soft 'click' of my phone shutting off. "Welcome to Maggie's, what can I get you?"

Gentle sunlight streams in through the permanently clouded bay windows of the shop, illuminating the store in its warm glow that just makes a morning feel particularly peaceful. There isn't much foot at this point in the morning, most people already having arrived to work an hour or so earlier, myself included. It was a busy enough part of town, a good location for a coffee shop to thrive, especially with the loyal flow of customers from Kronish Laboratory, a tall, dull building dedicated to scientific research, and the little coffee shop that signs my checks often had the pleasures (read: irritations) of dealing with said researchers and keeping them alive while they work on the miracle cure for herpes. Most of them being particularly rude and short about their orders, usually in a rush for a regular cup of black coffee and swiping it from my hand before storming out to resume their endless work typing away at a computer to log their samples after what must be their too short lunch break. Or maybe too long. Can never tell with those assholes. Most of which I know through mental nicknames. It's partially because I'm no good at actual names. And partially my own form of disrespect and entertainment. Come on, you do it too.

"I don't know," the unfamiliar man says brightly, placing his hands on his hips as he looks at the chalkboard sign hanging behind my head. "What do you like?"

'Whatever gets you out of here the fastest,' I think. But instead I say "Well, what exactly are you looking for? Tea, coffee," the door, "smoothies?"

"Hit me-" gladly. "-with a tea," the bright man says just so... brightly.

Thank you for being so descriptive. "What kind?" I ask, trying to keep my smile sweet.

"Whatever you like," he says with a shrug.

"Vanilla chai?"

"Sure!"

I need to stop being so irritable when someone interrupts my reading. I'm not even allowed to be on my phone at work technically, except the manager generally doesn't care so long as I at least make half an effort to hide it and don't do it in front of customers. And maybe I wouldn't even really care about the interruption except I've been waiting for the release of this part for two weeks, and Nick had been so secretive about the ending he didn't even let me beta read the work before posting.

"What's got you in such a mood?" I ask the smiling man, turning to begin making the drink. Oh, size.

"What do you mean?" He asks, raising his brows, still smiling. Brightly.

"You're like a big... ball of sunshine," I say, gesturing towards him before holding up a small and large cup, now gesturing the two like they were on scales to silently ask his preference.

"Oh, I'm just excited this morning. I'm not usually like this," he says, laughing a little as a small blush grows on his nose, glancing down at the floor before returning his gaze to the cups, pointing at the small.

"Yeah?" I ask, putting the large cup away.

"Yeah. Finished a big project this morning, so I'm like," he shrugs, now scratching the back of his head as he tries to subdue his smile, pressing his lips together and now crossing his subtly built arms across his chest.

"Well, congrats," I say. There's a small moment of slightly awkward silence as the tea quickly brews, both of us not really sure what to say next. This is the part I hate about customer service. I feel bad if I'm not constantly keeping them engaged, but if they're constantly talking I wish they would shut the fuck up. I already can't read regular conversation cues, there's just no winning with this shit.

"I like your uh..." the man I've decided will henceforth be known as Sunshine drawls. "Apron."

I look down at myself, taking note of the dandelion yellow cloth stained with coffee at the bottom from an hour ago when it accidently dipped into a puddle of the stuff while I was cleaning up a spill someone hadn't even told me about only half an hour after opening.

"Thanks," I say, looking back up. "Company issued."

"Oh, we match!" Sunshine jokes, pointing at his grey jumpsuit. Alright, the man may be way too energetic for the morning, but at least he's entertaining about it. I take an actual look at his attire now, a janitors outfit with what I should've expected to be a Kronish Laboratory logo right above his name sewn onto the suit.

"That we do..." I glance at his nametag. "Futturman."

"Fut-turman, not Foot-turman," Sunshine corrects me.

"Oh shit. Shoot. Sorry, man," I laugh awkwardly, offering an apologetic smile as I pour the warm, steeped tea over the ice.

"Iced in Febuary?" He asks, giving me enough grace to not focus on the subject.

I feel my own blush creep onto my skin, a side effect from the name jumble and realizing I hadn't asked his preference. Get your head in the game, idiot.

"I can make you another, if you'd like," I offer sheepishly.

"No!" He blurts, straightening his posture and leaning against the counter. "I mean-" he coughs awkwardly, glancing away. "No, iced is good. I like iced, just uh- figured you... wouldn't have the same preference."

Please, God. It's too early for this.

"I don't like the hot to room temperature texture," I say awkwardly, searching for a lid. "Too... I don't know. Iced to room temperature is better."

"Totally agree," Sunshine says quickly.

Glad to know neither of us can interact with humans properly.

Another moment of awkward silence, except I know what to say this time.

"So, you work at the lab?" I ask. For the small moment I didn't have his attention, he seemed to be surveying the small cakes on display inside the counter beside me, looking at a little white cake with strawberry coating on top before turning back to me.

"Oh! Yeah, no, I just- Carl told me about the place, said I had to try it out," he says, shifting his weight as he stands. "Good vibes and all that."

"Carl..." I say, trying to remember if I've known a Carl.

"Big, like," he gestures his hands long then wide. "Works security, looks like," he makes a sort of stern, almost mean mug face. At that it clicks.

"Oh! Carl!" Deftones Guy. "Yeah, I know him," I say with a more relaxed smile, chuckling a little.

"Yeah, said you guys discuss music sometimes," he says, nodding enthusiastically like he's glad we know the same person.

"A little," I say, placing the drink on the counter. "Alright, Mr. Futturman. $6.70 is your total."

The dark haired man nods, pulling out a green wallet with an emblem on the front from one of his deep pockets. I try to get a clear look simply out of curiosity, but his large, tanned hand covers it too much for me to see what it is.

"Here you are," he says, handing me his card. There's more silence, this time comfortable as I swipe it, our machine beeping twice in decline. At the third beep, Sunshine begins to shift his weight again, licking and biting his bottom lip nervously.

"There should be money on there," he says with a nervous chuckle.

"Oh, it's the machine. It doesn't like working," I clarify. "One sec."

Quickly, I pound my palm into the righthand top corner of the device, right under the chip reader before inserting the blue, cloud covered card once more and waiting for the transaction to clear. At the much more calm, non-nuclear level beep we both breathe a sigh of relief as I return the card to him with a smile.

"Alright," he says with that bright tone to his voice once more. "Now I can see what's up."

We both can.

"I hope you have a good day, Mr. Futturman," I say brightly, still a tad pink from leftover embarrassment.

Sunshine nods and smiles at me, toasting his drink before turning from me and beginning to walk away, taking a sip of his drink and humming in approval, turning quickly and giving me a thumbs up before tripping over his own foot and stumbling into the door like a bit of an idiot, making me giggle slightly before I make myself look away to give him the same grace he'd given me earlier. And with that last exchange he's gone, and I'm free to return to my art.

The tall man looked sadly at- ah shit, I jumped ahead.

"I've waited for you my whole life. You could give me a goddamn answer, Future Man!" Tiger spat in anger and frustration, forcing the emotions she could barely even allow herself to feel overwhelm her in her attempts to communicate.

Emotional angst for my bright morning. God bless, Nick.

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As I push open the door to my apartment, my phone is buzzing with still silent notifications of what I can guarantee are Tumblr sourced. More specifically, Tumblr messaging sourced. As I push the door shut with my foot, one glance at my old, outdated phone confirms my thoughts.

felinehusband: Okay, give it to me straight.

I smile at the notification, allowing my oversized bag filled with too many items to clatter to the ground loudly, unlocking my phone and responding quickly.

icanfixhimdotorg: Dude.

I walk as I type, entering the kitchen and opening the door to the small freezer to see which cheap meal I'll try not to nuke tonight.

felinehusband: Dude? ,:)

I smile at the message, picking out chicken teriyaki as I hit send.

icanfixhimdotorg: Worth. The. Wait.

I cross to the beaten microwave, the appliance cheap and secondhand from Facebook marketplace. It's honestly a miracle the thing hasn't blown up in my face or given me detectable cancer, but despite the large dent on the side, still usable. Google said if the door still seals and there's no opening, it was safe. And it got that dent from me dropping it on the way inside the apartment on move in day after I already paid $50 for it after getting it from some overworked mom who hardly wanted to even charge that low. I sure as hell wasn't gonna get a refund, or anything functional for cheaper.

I leave my phone on the counter as I open the frozen meal, vent the film and slap it inside. Now to wait for seven minutes.

felinehusband: Oh thank GOD. I've been anxious all day.

I chuckle softly, smiling as I lean against the permanently grimy counter.

icanfixhimdotorg: I don't know why!! You always post such good work :)

felinehusband: Well, I post work that always has good reception.

icanfixhimdotorg: The difference?

felinehusband: ... I'll get back to you on that one lol

I tap my foot against the floor, listening to the muffled echo mix with the loud hum of the microwave as I stare ahead at the mint green, poorly painted wall in front of me.

icanfixhimdotorg: No cervix penetration?

There's plenty of ways to meet friends. I didn't not bank on responding to a request for beta readers for fanfiction for some moderate, slowly dying game fandom to be one of them.

felinehusband: ONE TIME!

The quick response makes me laugh, clicking off my phone as I turn my attention now to my waiting meal that I'm going to devour much too quickly while working lines for my production.

Nick and I started chatting about six months ago. I had already been following him for some of his shit posts, midnight blogging, and when he started posting fanfiction I was one of his first readers.

'Biotic Wars' doesn't have a particularly big following on Tumblr as it used to. When the game first came out, people were going insane over how to beat the final level. The community thrived from memes, overly elaborate theories, fanfiction, you name it. It helped that there was a huge boost in the gaming community in general around the time it came out, what with 'Five Nights at Freddy's' cranking out sequels faster than anyone could keep up with, 'Undertale' breaking out onto the scene a little bit later. The gaming side of Tumblr was alive and thriving, and the amount of overlapping there was between fandoms only made it bigger. That was how I found the fandom personally. That and binging several different speed-running videos.

At the point Nick came onto the scene, most had generally lost their interest in the unbeatable 'Biotic Wars.' The fans that remained did so out of genuine interest or hyperfixation instead of temporary trends, and while good work was still being posted, everyone had at that point either begun to shift their own writing focuses, lost time to post frequently, or shifted to other platforms such as Archive of Our Own and had stopped crossposting to their Tumblr. So a decent, well paced, new angst fic following a lone Wolf and Tiger reminiscing on their old journies together as they attempted to survive a bitter winter night without any supplies other than an old tarp being used as their only attempt of shelter as they attempt to ride out a storm after a mission gone wrong popped onto the scene, people were immediately captivated. And even though it was a one-shot, the work received enough attention that a spin-off fic was posted within the following 48 hours. And once those two had blown up, Nick was quickly recognized in the community for his content, shitposts and fics alike. And he was very lucky to have overwhelming positive feedback. Until his first smut, that is.

icanfixhimdotorg: Nico, baby. It's an important first step for every smut writer.

Oh, it was brutal. First, he decided to go off the deep end by just jumping straight into some tenticle situation for poor Tiger. Now, granted, he did post a poll before hand asking if we readers would enjoy the consumption of some outrageous shit, to which 78.8% of voters said yes, myself included. But when reading a 'baby's first smut' fic, one doesn't really expect... that. But I'll admit, it was surprisingly good quality. Until the cervix penetration.

"Coiling in her womb." Yeah, Tumblr had a fun day with that one.

It took less than a day for him to post that he was searching for smut consultants and beta readers, to which I responded both out of genuine interest and a bit of pity since I was sure his ask box was filling with several new comments. No one was surprised when he ended up turning off anon for a few days. And since I had responded to quite a few of his works/posts already, I was one of the lucky few selected for such a job since he recognized me. And once the doorway was opened for casual chatter, both of us just kind of never stopped. Either by constantly responding to each others posts, automatic reblogs at each notification of a new post, or messaging each other about our days kept us both sane as we tried to just survive each new day as adults.

I look up from my notebook where my tragic script is scratched across the $0.75 college notebook as I lazily attempt to memorize my lines while mostly keeping my eyes trained on the old TV in front of me to check the buzz from my phone, swiping it open to read the new message.

felinehusband: So how's season four going?

icanfixhimdotorg: Dude.

I watch the screen until I feel the phone buzz once more in my hand.

felinehusband: No spoilers!! I'm still trying to push through season three for you ;)

Nick was sweet. Good for a joke, claims he's a little awkward, but a good friend. Sweet enough that about two months ago he'd let it slip he'd begun watching my favorite show simply because "If I have to see you go insane over animated anthropomorphic animals interacting with humans again without context, I'm gonna lose it."

icanfixhimdotorg: Binge it!! You're gonna lose your mind!!

felinehusband: You're gonna delay part 10 lmao

As I take the last bite of my meal, I realize the time, sighing as I begin to do the mental math of how long I have until practice tonight. Knowing how little time I have to prepare, I pause the episode and type one last quick text.

icanfixhimdotorg: If it does, it's worth it honestly. You won't believe this shit, Nick.

As I stand from the sagging, horrendously textured couch I catch his parting message while I stretch, popping about five different spots in my back.

felinehusband: Okayokay, if it means I can read your over the top rants again, it's worth it :)

icanfixhimdotorg: Excellent. Got to go, showering for practice tonight.

I trail quickly through the small apartment, grabbing whatever clothes are passable in public while remaining comfortable enough to sleep in when I immediately collapse into my bed around 11 tonight, an old, tattered, turquoise towel I'd stolen from my parents when I moved out, and grabbing my soap from the kitchen sink before making my way to the bathroom. Listen, Seventh Generation is cheap and works just as good on the human body as it does on dishes, alright? I'm trying to get a mortgage one day.

As I wait for the water to shift from its arctic temperature to something more bearable, I check my phone one more time to quickly reblog a gifset and read Nick's departing message.

felinehusband: Knock 'em dead, Mercutio :)

felinehusband: Also, I need some input later tonight for this like. Slowburn thing. May be an AU. Not sure, we'll see. I'm thinking coffee shop

Ah, yes.

icanfixhimdotorg: A classic.

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I'm making no current promises on how frequently I update this series. Hopefully it'll be something I can work on while working and such, but we'll see what happens. My current hope is to post at minimum one request and hopefully one part for this series per week. However I will warn one of my current projects is about to wrap up, meaning I'm going to have to focus on that next week as much as possible, meaning I probably won't get anything done writing wise next week unless I aim for a drabble or headcanons. And even then I'm not sure I'll have time for actually editing and such, so don't be surprised if the only content you get next week is some rambles like I've been doing for Peeta lately or nothing at all. Alright, love y'all!! Stay safe, stay healthy <33 see you next time.

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[kp-alice]

size kink with mingyu ?

Hi! I'm guessing you're sending this for my ongoing sub!svt event, but please read the instructions again!! I'm writing about who would be into certain kinks, not about specific member-kink combinations people send me!!

I'll accept it this time, though, because I like discussing this specific kink anyway, lol. Enjoy!

Oh and lastly - two of these automatically assume you're smaller/shorter than the member in question, mainly because I'm not sure how many people out here are noticeably bigger than them, haha. The rest can go either way, though! Hope that's okay.

SIZE KINK WITH SUB!SEVENTEEN

Okay, I admit, I agree with you on who'd take first place for this kink. There's just no way it isn't Mingyu, lol. Anyone who's watched this man for at least a little bit (and noticed his suspicious tendency of dropping to his knees and generally making himself appear smaller) can easily see that size kink is absolute Mingyu territory. He already pegs me as the type to want someone who can toss him around a bit, but having said person be considerably smaller/weaker/both than him?? That's Mingyu's heaven right there. Not only is the physical difference satisfying to look at, but it perfectly underlines the whole humiliation of being (very willingly) overpowered by someone else.

So please, take note of how adoringly he looks up at you whenever you have him on his knees, and make good use of it in the future. Laugh in his face as you push your foot down on his crotch, tug him down to your level by his hair when talking, restrain his hands with your smaller one and roam his broad chest to your heart's content - he'll love it just as much as you, if not more <3

For the most part, Wonwoo belongs here for the same reason as Mingyu. Like him, Wonwoo would love the deliciously embarrassing contrast between your sizes, especially when you're on top of him. He'd watch with curious yet meek eyes as you get comfortable in his lap, smoothing your gentle hands across the expanse of his chest, only to make him let out a startled pained noise as you scratch your nails all the way down, leaving a beautiful row of hot, red lines across his skin.

However, that's not the only reason he'd like your smaller size. Because besides the purely sexual, almost masochistic appeal of it, the difference is also kind of comforting for Wonwoo. Knowing that he's willingly letting you take over, yet could actually break free from you if he tried, makes him subconsciously feel more comfortable and calm. It's not like he doesn't trust you, of course not! It's just that the softness of your size would help him ease into a submissive headspace a lot easier, allowing him to be more vulnerable with you and finally let you pamper him without feeling bad about it. In a way, your presence evokes the softest side of Wonwoo, because when he sees you and your gentle frame, no matter how intense the scene is, he knows he's always safe with you.

Woozi can go both ways. If you're taller/bigger than him, he'll tend to fall into a more obedient and subservient, almost desperate-to-please subspace. Unlike in his daily life, he'd actually enjoy feeling small next to you because he knows you'll never make fun of him for it and cherish him just the way he is - and in return, you've earned his utmost loyalty and submission.

On the other hand, if you're shorter/smaller than him, Woozi will find himself feeling a lot softer and more peaceful around you. You don't look down on him like a lot of other people do (mainly physically, but in other ways as well), and that knowledge gives him a lot of unspoken comfort. With you, he can become as small and vulnerable as he wants without fearing any judgment from you.

Either way, the size difference between you and Woozi is mainly a thing of comfort for him and he cherishes it dearly <3

Lastly, I also feel like Seungcheol might enjoy the size difference, though definitely not as strongly as the others. With him, it's more so just one day noticing how small/big you look on top of him and going "Huh, neat." in his head before moving on. In other words, for him, it's more of an appreciation than a kink per se, lol.

Thank you for reading! And remember, feedback is always appreciated! ♥  

[sunshowerwriting]

Goodbye (For Now)

(Blooming Panix) Xyx x Male Reader

600 words

Waking up on your last day of your trip was bittersweet. Goodbyes were always hard and you knew that soon that’s exactly what you’d have to be saying. But it wasn’t goodbye forever, in fact, you may just be returning sooner than you imagined you would.

The sun shone through the window by Xyx’s bed. An early morning sunrise that kissed your face and bathed you and the room around you in warm light. It felt nice. To feel the sun on your skin, and the warmth of Xyx’s blankets wrapped around you. You almost dozed back off to sleep until you remembered something that took all the peacefulness of the morning away from you. It was your last day here. You would be flying home this afternoon. Back to your job, and your apartment and your life away from the one you really wanted to be spending it with.

Xyx still layed next to you asleep. A content look gracing his face. It was bittersweet. On the one hand you loved how content he looked while he was asleep, but on the other you had no idea how much longer it would be after today that you could see this part of him. Being with him like this had been the happiest you had been in a long long while. You wanted to keep having mornings like this with him, you wanted to stay here with him.

Before you could succumb to the more bitter side of your feelings Xyx began to stir. Your mind came back into the present when he wrapped one arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

“Good morning love.”

His voice was raspy from just waking up but you could hear the content happiness in his voice all the same. His hands traced circles on your back while he waited for a response from you.

“Morning.” You said, trying your hardest to have the same level of happiness in your voice, but your previous bitter mood made it hard to be completely cheery

The tracing on your back stopped, and Xyx suddenly seemed much more awake than he had previously been. It would’ve been a sweet reaction if it wasn’t for such a bitter reason.

“What's wrong love?” Xyx asked while sitting up so he was resting his head on his hand.

“Nothing… it's just…”

Your words trailed off. You didn’t want to ruin your last moments together by filling them with sour thoughts. But keeping them from Xyx didn't seem right either. So you finished your thought.

“It’s just my last day here, with you. I guess I'm a little sad.”

You could see a look of realization cross Xyx’s face for a moment that was almost immediately followed by a frown. You don’t know what kind of reaction you had expected, but it still hurt you to see the look on his face. You hated seeing him upset and although you knew it wasn’t really you who had made him upset you felt bad knowing you were the one to bring it up.

“Oh… I guess it is.”

He sounded defeated. You wanted to say something but no words came out so you both fell into a silence. That was until a thought crossed your mind. You had to stop yourself from blurting it out so as to not scare Xyx into an immediate denial.

So cautiously you posed a question.

“What if I didn’t have to go back home and stay there?”

Xyx furrowed his brows together in a strange way. Clearly not understanding what you were implying. So you continued.

“If you were okay with it… I could move in here.”

Xyx’s eyes widened comically large. It was out of character to see such an exaggerated look of shock on his face. You almost wanted to take back the proposal, but Xyx didn’t give you time to take it back before he started smiling. Not his usual smirk, but something much softer.

“You want to move in?” He said softly.

“Well… if you want me to…” You responded.

Xyx didn’t respond immediately. Instead he leaned in and kissed your lips. A gentle kiss filled with nothing but love.

“I’d love it if you moved here, doll.”

And so it was done. You may have to say goodbye today, but hopefully you’d be returning, and next time it would be for good.

[mostowa]

Okay so now that the season is over and the dust has settled… and also to give us all something to do over the hiatus: what are your five favorite chenford scenes/moments from season 6?

Hey Diana!

Sorry I missed your question. I was on vacation and it was a very nice and warm feeling to find a message in my ask box from you! Thank you <3

For me personally this season was a bit crazy. I joined The Rookie train right in time for 6x04 and watched regularly ever since. So it's nice to see this season as a whole thanks to your question!

I think in general I prefer Chenford post-breakup than pre-breakup in S6. This might not be popular, but I really think that something shifted in their dynamics in late S5 (and I genuinely believe it was also always partially missing) and I think the break-up really helped to dig into this problem. I'd still prefer if it didn't happen tho. With that in mind here is my list:

The elevator scene from 6x10 It is my favorite scene of the whole season, because it depicts their shifting dynamics. I've watched it tens of times and everytime I discover something new: an emotion, a look, a doubt. I love that it's a promise, it's (as Eric said) a warm embrace of a promise that Tim has acknolwedged his wrongs and will do everything he can to make it right. It's kind of a dream come true to me, because I haven't seen a man like Tim to do that ever in my life nor in a movie

The fighting scene from 6x10 There is something utterly badass about Chenford fighting side by side, it gives me these "name more iconic duo" chills. I think they are so good at their job as well as complete each other with their skills and I just... This scene highlighted everything about that. They stopped the car together, communicating through half glances and hectic moves and both of them just tuning in sync so perfectly. Ahhhh!

The Hug from 6x09 It is the huggest hug of them all. It's the hug reminding themselves (and us too), that they are always for each other. That Lucy will always be there for Tim and he will always feel the most at peace with her. And honestly? It's been like that since DOD for me. They've been through it all together and even the break up didn't shake their foundations. It was really nice to see that.

Feral tim in 6x04 And a little bit from the pre break-up era. My favorite thing about him coming to the hospital is the fact that he's carrying her bag. It makes the scene so emotional yet so domestic. As a person that has been taken care of while in the hospital, I just feel that it's the next level intimacy and caring and gentleness. Loved it so much!

[haileymorelikestupid]

The Joy of Loving with Marcus Pike

Pairing: Marcus Pike x reader

Summary: Working late on a Friday night is hardly Marcus Pike’s favorite thing in the world, but if it means he gets to come home to see you soundtracked by the soft sounds of a paintbrush on canvas and even softer life advice, he thinks it might not always be bad.

Warnings/Tags: fluff like fr so much fluff, some language, no use of Y/N, mentions of marriage, not a lot of dialogue tbh just a lot of background and introspection

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: me, falling asleep last night with the joy of painting with bob ross playing to soothe me to sleep: oh marcus pike would LOVE this (this is actually what happened i came up with this idea as i was falling asleep and then it became 3000 words longer than i thought it would HA n e ways enjoy!)

Marcus wouldn’t go so far as to say that Bob Ross was his biggest inspiration when he chose a career path, but he sure loved him.

He was just a kid the first time he saw the painter with the big hair and bigger heart. It was a sick day for Marcus, an unfortunate bout of whatever had been going around his school finally making it to him. He wasn’t a kid that got sick often and he didn’t like missing school, but he supposed it was kind of nice to get to lay on the couch and watch TV while his mom occasionally kissed his forehead and made him soup. What sucked, though, was the lack of good cartoons on in the middle of the day.

There was no way he was going to spend his precious extra TV time watching boring soap operas, and he didn’t have the energy to focus on something with an actual plotline. His mom knew this somehow, without asking, in that way that moms seem to know things, especially about their sick kids. So she flipped through until she stopped on a channel where there was a man holding a palette and speaking softly to the camera as he brushed paint onto the canvas with an elegant but sure hand.

Marcus’s mom hummed in approval under her breath before running a hand through his hair and offering a gentle, “See how you like this one, baby.” He just blinked slowly at the comfort of her touch and kept his eyes on the screen as she walked out of the living room.

Up to that point, Marcus’s interest in art hadn’t been much more than what could be expected of a kid his age. He thought painting was fun when his art teacher let his class do it, and he was no stranger to sitting at the kitchen table with a coloring sheet, swinging his legs as he colored in a picture that would probably end up on the fridge when he gave it to his mom later.

But this. Well, this was a new level of interest and intrigue and peace all at the same time. Marcus was entranced by the way the man knew exactly how to angle his brush and the movements to make to add life to the painting. The man’s voice seemed to caress Marcus the way his mom’s hand just had, soft and full of love, and he couldn’t help but giggle with the man when he cleaned his brush off with the instruction to “beat the devil out of it.”

He made it through the episode, marveling in quiet awe at the finished painting, and was pleased to see a new episode start immediately after. His mom walked over to him on the couch as the intro music started, bending over to set a cup of water down on the coffee table in front of him and press another kiss to his forehead. She hummed again as she stood straight and asked, “Did you like it, baby?”

He nodded, the movement slightly hindered by her hand running through his hair again. He was so at peace from the gentle affection and the cozy feeling watching the man paint gave him that he drifted to sleep five minutes into the new episode.

Marcus’s love for Bob Ross never diminished over the years. In fact, the show was something that both comforted him when he needed it and led him to explore. Just like before, his mom somehow knew, and he beamed when he unwrapped the beginner’s paint set she bought him for the first birthday he had since watching that first episode. She even occasionally helped him set up in front of the TV so he could try to paint along with the episode. It admittedly never turned out quite the way he hoped it would, but his mom always helped him lay it out to dry, and the next morning he would find it on the fridge.

When he got older and was able to choose the classes he took at school, he always made sure he had room for art class. He wouldn’t say he was an absolute natural, but he loved putting in the effort to create something new. Projects where he could paint were always the ones he looked forward to the most, and he was even able to repeat his childhood and paint along with an episode for part of a senior project.

As he headed into college, Marcus knew that he wasn’t ready to let go of art entirely, but he knew he didn’t really want to turn it into his profession. He knew that art would feel a lot different if it was the thing he had to do to survive rather than the thing that made life worth living. The day he could figure out a steady job that involved art in some way, though maybe not directly, would be his lucky day. Until then, he thought, he would figure out what he could see himself doing for the rest of his life.

He was fortunate enough to find another interest in the field of criminal justice. One introductory class was all it took to pique his interest, and soon enough he knew the kind of path he wanted to take. He took enough art and art history classes for a minor, though, even if he wasn’t sure it would ever prove particularly helpful to him. He just found it all far too interesting to let go of.

Honestly, Marcus doesn’t quite remember how he found out about the art crimes unit, but he remembers the total elation that filled him, the sense of rightness that came with finding the intersection of his interests, his knowledge, his talents. He was beyond excited about it, dedicated to achieving this new dream, but he couldn’t keep the nerves out of his tone when he told his parents about it for the first time.

Not that he had a reason to be nervous. He tried to downplay how badly he wanted it, but his mom just knew, like she always has. “That sounds perfect for you, honey,” she said, and his dad even nodded along in instant agreement. Once he had that approval, he threw himself headfirst into figuring out his path to the art crimes unit of the FBI.

It was a long journey, and not exactly the easiest, but he cried tears of pure joy when he got the call that the job was his for the taking. That night, he was still buzzing but trying to wind down so that he could actually fall asleep. He turned on the TV, flipped through the channels, and couldn’t help but laugh when he found a rerun of The Joy of Painting with Bob Ross. Admittedly, the laugh turned into more tears when he discovered that it was the exact episode he watched on his sick day all those years ago.

All of these things come rushing to his mind when he walks through the front door and sees you.

He knew he’d be working late tonight and had told you as much apologetically both last night and this morning. As he always did when he had to work late, he told you not to wait up for him, that he was sorry he would miss dinner with you, that he’d make it up to you over the course of the weekend.

And as you always did, you answered with a simple okay with every intention of doing the exact opposite. You stayed up for him more often than you didn’t, honestly, even though he always told you not to, and you always, always waited when he had to work late on a Friday. He’d come home to see you curled up on the couch, and he would always sigh in fond exasperation if only to cover up how warm it always made him feel.

One part of Marcus wanted you to go to bed without him those nights, if only to ensure that you got proper rest in your comfortable bed. The other part of him was endlessly pleased at your thoughtfulness and want to be right there when he walked in the door. He was never disappointed on the nights he walked in to discover that you actually had gone to bed before he got home, but he always high tailed it down the hall to your bedroom on those occasions, wanting to be near you as quickly as he could manage.

Most of the time when you waited up, you were awake when he got home. You would turn your head at the sound of his keys in the door and beam as soon as you made eye contact, a soft but excited greeting pouring off your lips and stretching across the empty space between you.

Sometimes, though, when you’d had a long day or he got home particularly late, he’d find you asleep on the couch. Those nights, there was usually some indication that you really had tried to stay awake but just couldn’t – a book spread across your chest beneath your hands, the TV on a rerun of some sitcom or another. He could never help the deep sigh that puffed his chest before it passed through his lips, totally content to watch the love of his life sleep for a moment before he woke you. He’d stroke his hand over the side of your face or lean down to press a kiss to your head, and you’d stir, his name leaving your mouth in a whisper before you’d even opened your eyes. He’d lead you down the hall and tuck you into bed before doing his nightly routine and joining you there.

This Friday night was one of the latter of these two nights. He came in the door, fully expecting to find you on the couch, and was unsurprised to see you lying there. You didn’t tend to fall asleep on Fridays, though, insisting that you had Saturday to sleep in so you could handle staying up for him. He figures you must have had a busier day than usual or something like that and toes his shoes off before making his way over to you in his familiar song and dance.

He stops short, though, when he catches a glimpse of the TV. There’s a familiar slapping sound followed by a laugh-laced voice uttering, “Beat the devil out of it.”

Marcus is standing by the side of the couch, mouth slightly agape in wonder as the same painting from his childhood sick day and the day his dream job called fills the screen.

It hits him in the chest then. He is going to spend the rest of his life loving you.

He’s known this, of course. But this relationship is the slowest he’s ever gone, and for good reason. He didn’t want to repeat past mistakes. You were special, so special, and he’d be damned if he went too fast and lost you.

The two of you had been neighbors from the moment he arrived in D.C., you having moved in a mere three months before he did. Just neighbors were all you were to each other, for a while. You seemed kind and friendly, but when Teresa never arrived in D.C., he couldn’t do anything but put his head down and work. He survived off take out and whatever shitty meals he could throw together with minimal effort, volunteered to work extra hours that needed to be worked but that no one else wanted, told himself that he would eventually find ways to enjoy himself in this new city.

He occasionally saw you coming out of your door as he went through his or vice versa and always exchanged at least a small smile, but that was the extent of your interaction. But then, in the middle of November, there was a knock on his door and he was too tired to worry much about who it could possibly be.

He opened it and found you twisting your fingers around each other. He probably could have been more polite about it in hindsight, but he was so exhausted and confused that the only thing he could muster up was, “Um, hi?”

“Hi,” you breathed, a nervous grin accompanying it, before your next words came out in a rush. “I’m sorry this is so weird but I’m having this Friendsgiving thing and I decided I needed to practice making what I’m bringing but now I have way too much food for just me to eat and do you want some dinner?”

“Do I want some dinner?”

“I’m sorry, I know I sound like some psycho because we’re just neighbors but I seriously have way too much food and I also want someone else’s input on whether it even tastes good and oh my gosh you can say no this is so awkward I’m sorry.”

He laughed. He couldn’t help it, you were just so nervous to be offering him a literal homecooked meal and it was so sweet and he was still so startled and he didn’t know what else to do. He just laughed.

You seemed to get more flustered even as you giggled along with him. When his laughter died down a little, you decided to speak once more. “Sorry, I just panicked when I realized I definitely do not have enough Tupperware to keep it all as leftovers and then I thought of you and I rushed over here and now I’m embarrassed because I’m not sure you even remember my name, much less trust me enough to eat food I cooked.”

His answer was to say your name to you, having remembered it from the time you introduced yourself to him the day after he moved in. You lit up at that, and your smile was as clear in your voice as it was on your face when you said, “So, what do you say, Marcus? Dinner?”

That had been the beginning of your friendship. You were friends for a while; he was still healing, trying to work through his heartache rather than ignoring its existence. You understood, especially once he actually worked up the courage to tell you the whole sad story. Through it all, you were just… there, and somewhere along the way, you became all that there was for him.

But he was terrified. He couldn’t jump back in, couldn’t risk not only the heartache of screwing up another relationship, but screwing up a relationship with you. He let himself pine for far too long, but he’s not even sure that he would have acted sooner even if he’d known that you were pining, too.

And then it happened. You started a glorious relationship, communicated beautifully about boundaries and expectations and wants and fears. He was beyond relieved when you admitted that you didn’t want to go too fast either, that it scared you just the same, even if your relationship history didn’t look like his. You worked through it, and you worked through it together.

After a year together, your lease was coming to an end and it just felt right to ask you to move in with him. It’s been another year since, and it’s been magnificent. He knows that you’re it for him, knows that he’s it for you, but he’s held back from thinking too much about that next big step.

But now, seeing you curled up on the couch after falling asleep while waiting for him to come home and watching not only the show that has always radiated kindness and comfort and love and affection for him, but the specific episode that has seen some of the biggest turning points of Marcus Pike’s life?

He’s never felt like this before. Not with his ex-wife, not with Teresa, hadn’t even been able to imagine this kind of love when he pictured a nameless, faceless partner when he had no one to picture in their place. You are the rest of his life. He knows it the way he knows his own name, the way he knew that you would be waiting here for him tonight, the way he knows that his name will come in a whisper from your lips when you wake up to him there.

He squats down in front of you and just takes you in for a moment. He can feel his eyes tearing up, unable and unwilling to quash the well of emotion sitting in his chest, heavy yet somehow also lighter than air. He breathes in a sigh as you exhale one of your own before moving his hand to stroke down your cheek.

As his hand smooths over your temple and down your cheek to rest in a slight grasp at your chin, the end credits of the episode roll behind him, and the change in volume due to the end music along with the warmth of his hand causes you to stir.

Your eyelids flutter, and you whisper it before they even open. “Marcus.”

The tears bead at the corners of his eyes when he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead, leaving his lips there when he answers, “Hi, my love.”

His lips trail over your face, pressing sweet kisses to your forehead, temple, cheeks, nose, chin, the corners of your mouth, and by the time he makes it to your lips, you’re awake enough to return it in full. When you pull away from each other, you catch it immediately. Maybe you see the glassiness through your sleep-bleary gaze, or maybe you hear it in his voice, or maybe you just know, because you furrow your brows a little and ask, “You okay, baby?”

You are the rest of my life. Marry me. “You watched Bob Ross without me?” he teases.

“Missed you. Reminds me of you. Comforts me.”

Marry me.

He hums, kisses your forehead again as he smooths his palm over your shoulder and responds, “Missed you, too, sweetheart. Ready for bed?”

You hum an affirmative response and let him help you sit up straight, then you both rise to your feet together, hands intertwined. He lets go only to wrap his arms around you, drawing you into his chest. Your own arms slide around his waist like they belong there because they do.

It’s not an abnormal show of affection from Marcus, but it is slightly rare for nights he wakes you from the couch. He’d normally have you down the hall by now, on his way to tuck you into bed and give you a few more kisses before he hustles through his routine to join you. It makes you ask once more, “You okay?”

He won’t ask right now. He wants to, it’s practically begging to come out of his mouth, but he wants to think of a special plan just for you and have a ring when he actually asks, so he won’t yet. He will give you something, though. “Gonna love you for the rest of my life. My love. My life. My everything.”

He doesn’t say it outright, but you know. In that way of yours, you just know. And you look up at him, a shimmer matching his reflecting in your eyes, the love of a thousand lifetimes filling his very being with light as you answer, “Gonna love you all my life, Marcus. All my life.”

[smollangrycat]

Drown, Prt 6 (II)

(Avatar: WOW Oc)

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Quick Note - Hey luvs! This is chapter 6 (II), I hope you all enjoy. Chapter 7 should be out in a couple of days. (If you missed part 6 (I) you should read that, unless you’re sensitive to in-depth mentions of panic attacks. This chapter will still make sense without reading part 6 (I)🥰)

Avatar: WOW spoilers. 

Summary

(During Avatar: WOW) Alue’k is terrified of water, so what happened when some Metkayina boys think it would be funny to drag her into the sea and leave her.

Warnings

Mentions of drowning / fear of water

Mentions of Panic Attack

Mentions of blood

Near death experience/all the trauma that comes with that

Language

In-depth mentions of guilt

If you think anything else needs to be added leave a comment. 

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Guilt is a funny thing. Well not literally, it’s a horrible feeling - however it’s interesting non the less. An emotion  powerful enough that it can have a physical effect on its victim, that’s one hell of an emotion.

Eawa is it hitting Alue’k hard.

The poor girl shook and tried as hard as she could to breathe but it was as if someone was crushing her ribs. The once scorching hand had risen and when Alue’k looked up at them, her chest got a hole lot tighter.

Neteyam.

Why did Alue’k feel so guilty at the sight of her big brother? That’s easy, she had given up. She had stoped fighting and gave into the idea of a watery grave. She didn’t care about her family in that moment, not at all. She just wanted the pain to stop. 

She felt selfish.

Selfish for wanting the pain to stop, selfish for wanting the struggle to stop … selfish for wanting everything to stop.

The burning, the pain the fear it was all too much. She couldn’t take it, she was weak.

So now as he older brother moved his hand from her arm to her back Alue’k finally broke. Neteyams arms warped around the girl as she crumbles into him.

How could he be so gentle, so kind. Only moments ago had she settled on the idea of leavening him, leaving him to wonder why. Alue’k on some sick level knew Lo’ak would understand, that he would see her struggle and tiredness but Neteyam? 

No.

He always expected her to get back up, may that be with a bit of help or not. Neteyam always expected her to fight to try the best she dam could and while she did, Alue’k knows deep down she gave up prematurely. Alue’k had settled on the idea of dying, she had been fine with it. Relishing in its promises of peace and the end to her struggle. 

So why for the love of Eawa was he being so good, why was he comforting her when she was ok with leaving him, leaving all of them!

Ah, that’s why he’s being so nice … he didn’t know. In the time it took for her brain to unraveled and sorted itself out she realised something, neither Neteyam or Lo’ak new what had happened.

Maybe she could make this all go away, play it off as she was scared of punishment for staying out late. Yes, she could hope her brothers would believe her and pray to Eawa they don’t see past her lie.

However, at that moment Neteyams mind was running a mile a minute an overwhelming need to comfort and protect his sister surging through him but also an overwhelming feeling of … anger.

He thought she was dead, he for a split second  thought about a world in which his baby sister was no longer apart of … and it sounded like hell. (Or the Pandorian version of hell) That world sounded sad and dark - as if someone had sucked all the joy and happiness from it. 

That’s what Neteyam believed, a world with no Alue’k was dull and sad. It had no laughter, no dumb jokes when your upset, no fun games or silly trick to try and cheer you up it was just empty and alone … so, so alone.

As Neteyam calmed his anger he pulled his sister into his arms and looked at her in, in all her entirety. Only then, did he notice the black and blue bruises around her eye and the glazed blood trails that ran down from her neck.

Panic set in. Neteyam felt his heart stop for a split second, what happened? He let out a small sigh, questions can wait, right now he need to be there for his baby sister. For Alue’k.

The boy sat on the sandy floor pulling the younger of the two into his lap, holding her close.

Neteyam - Mawey, little sister. Mawey. Everything’s going to be ok, it all going to be ok.

Neteyam felt Aluek ragged breaths as she leaned into him, struggled sobs tried to force there way from her throat as she clung to him and cried.

The older on the two continued to whisper soothing words while circling his palm on her back, Neteyam slowed his breathing in hopes of his sister mimicking his actions. Neteyam gently rocked back and forth, he hummed a lullaby that all of the sully children knew by heart. 

One that Lo’ak had sung to her earlier. 

Talking off Lo’ak, he was still sitting on the sandy ground shaking slightly. His heart was racing as a cold sweat overtook him. He had no idea what to do but the moment Neteyam saw what was happening he managed to calm the situation. This wasn’t time for sibling rivalry but instead time for supportive words and comforting embraces. 

Couldn’t things be good, just for one night? 

Lo’aks longing look caught Neteyam eye and the boy shuffled closer to the pair after a nod of reassurance from the older boy.

He cuddled into his brothers side, taking his sister matching five fingered hand and placing it on his chest above his heart, he hoped it would settle the girls heart rate as moment ago it felt as if it was trying to claw its way from her chest.

Lo’ak - Calm Lulu, calm.

Alue’ks breathing slowed as she leaned closer into her brother, tears had once again started to flow from her eyes (at this point she wasn’t sure if they’d ever stop) as her choked sobs turned to sniffles. Once she had calmed Neteyam pulled he away from his chest so he could meet her eyes.

Alue’k nervously fidgeted under her brothers gaze, not managing to hold it for more than a few seconds. She tried to lean back into him but he stopped her, cupping her face and pulling her chin up to meet eyes. Amber eyes met and a wave of emoting hit both of them, differently however.

Neteyam looked into Alue’ks bloodshot and tired eyes and decided it was time for answers.

Neteyam - What happened?

[fruit-salad-ship]

Monster Rome AU

I woke up to an overwhelming amount of ideas from y'all, and i love it.

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I think i really like the minotaur grey idea, i keep mulling over other options for him and it just doesnt suit as well, gives me Ferdinand vibes, a mean looking huge monster of a creature, who just wants to sit under a tree and feel the breeze and get pets and love. Also then we can branch into the whole 'someone goes to slay him' story, Grey tries not to fight, cant help it to survive and ends up becoming feared when hes actually very docile, rince and repeat story line.

This is where plum comes in, I 1000% cant see her as anything other than a full blown godess, her energy, her demeanour, everything about her point to a deity. She is kind and calm and finds humans fun little things to intervene with, perhaps a little mischevious, somewhat of a trickster but never with harmful things, more just little pranks. She sees Grey is lonely and sad, and feels for the creature, perhaps she made him, perhaps she knows who did, and they didnt accoutn for his gentle heart. But she does. She sees he's stuck in a loop of vioence and needs to be freed, but she cant do it, she's got to send a champion to meddle.

Enter demigod peach, a very tired, very well trained fighter, who simply wishes for the same thing, peace and quiet. I'd like to think years of fighting and a slow aging process make her wise but worn out, totally burnt to the very end of her wick from fighting endless battles, perhaps even other gods messed with her to make her a champion to battle things she never wanted to fight. Almost a puppet in some game, she doesnt have any control of her choices, and its made her very jittery and uncertain in social settings, kind of a massive nervous introvert, despite her skill level.

She's been crushing on plum for ages, but thats a literal god, and Peach is just some little fragment of one, not even someone who'd catch her attentions. She gives up that attempt to win a shred of plum's attention without even starting, its destined to fail, shes a tired, worn out scarred and nervous person with nothing to offer, she knows that Plum's out of hr league, so much so she's not even playing the same sport. But when the goddess she looks so fondly towards asks her for a favour, to go and free the minotaur trapped away, she does it for once with a bit more enthusiasm, Plum asked kindly, she wasnt pushy or bossy like the others, and that gentle touch was enough to make Peach (dare she say it) eager to help. At first theres a mix up, peach thinks "freed" meant kill, thats what shes known for, its why they ask her to perform such dangerous tasks so often, but she see's Grey sat somewhere quiet making something, he's intelligent, and kind, and curious, so she doesnt take out her sword. Grey's instinct after many years of being targeted is to lash out, but Peach doesnt retaliate, and he slowly realises this one is different. They become fast friends, he shows her all the things hes made in his isolation, he's actualy rather inventive, with a fine eye for craft.

The pair start to fight together, he swears his sword to her, and she's...a little taken back by this but fine, if he's sworn to help her he can leave his current location and prison, he's technically freed if her orders are to live and enjoy more. Besides, she too has travelled and worked alone for many years, maybe some company would be nice, especially company that likes the same stuff as she does. She finds he likes a good scratch on the neck, and doesn tmind her putting little briads in his hair. They have a petience for anything nature based, sitting and watching birds, or making cool carvings from wood, finding interesting rocks or spotting a deer out in the forests. It's like they were cut from the same cloth. Peach never got on with humans, and the gods were out of reach or if they did pay attention to her it was never for good reasons, always taking from her, and she only ever recieved trauma in return or a new scar, or a new level of fear and exhaustion. Other demigods like her often came off arrogant or entitled, they had more favour with the gods more often than not so they felt better than her. She never found her people, but maybe her person was a monster? A very kind one.

We also get to have some low key fun with a little monster fucking going on there. because why not, for the spicy side of this all. both of them are total outcasts, covered in battle damage, who find common ground in the soft touches and gentle moments. Things neither have much experince with.

plum becomes very fond of this little demigod whos done as shes asked and then some, how Peach had gone unseen for so long is a question she'll ask the other gods sometime, she cant even find out which god is her relative, its been redacted, no one will speak of her, as if Peach is taboo, and everything she came from is too. Perhaps she's some secret disgrace, or maybe an heir to something far bigger than she ever could have imagined. For a demigod she shows incredible strength and resilience, things that have killed others like her almost slide off her back. Whatever she is, wherever she came from, shes less human than others would like to say, and her lowley status despite this means theres certainly a secret to be found there, someones not telling the truth here. Plum would 100% dig for more on this strange little demigod, and start asking questions about her that get her called up by far more important gods who tell her to stop sniffing around, that Peach is a child of a disgraced match, nothing more, they do not speak of her. Plum doesnt believe it, shes too strong, holds no power amongst her own despite that, she should be high ranking, well renown, in a better position, and yet. Bottom of the pile, essentially thrown away. Plums got to know the truth.

Perhaps its a child of prophecy situation, but Peach is clueless, she just gets orders, and her and Grey go off to do the jobs. Plum gives them as much protection as she can, and at every point possible, spends time with them, theyre sweet and compelling, and she can sense Peach is totally nervous around her, its very sweet for someone so big and tough. Grey loves this god, he finds out she was the one that got him out, and becomes a big soft puppy of a monster with her, brings her little trinkets, makes her stuff, shares his stories which plum loves, all the while peach is quiet, more so than normal, polite and kind but very stoic, her personlaity reverts to how she behaves with all the other gods, theyre above her, she retreats in on herself, doesnt make eye contact, doesnt argue, doesnt express opinions, just shuts up and behaves. Plums nice but shes still a god, and peach has been subject to their wrath a few times too many to push her luck here. Shes simply happy that nothings gone wrong, and that Plums not quick to anger, her old crush on this woman gets shoved down and she just plays the part handed to her. Just some lowley half human who has no place to even look her way, that she gets to sit with someone so special is in itself a gift.

Grey doesnt seem to have the same fear peach does, nor the reserved behaviour, in fact he picks up when plum is around, gets excited and jolly, this is a kind lady and he likes her attention, wishes his dear friend would feel the same. Notices Peach just shuts down a lot, never brings it up, just tries to include her when this happens, not that it usually works.

Plum would get frustrtaed at her champions quiet behaviour, she's seen her without that mask on, when shes less tightly wound, and its so much nicer. she'd out right ask why she does that, peach dancing around the truth that she gets nervious around someone so pretty. Greys defo worked it out, hes not the best at social, but hes got a good eye for Peach now, teases her for it a lot.

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this setup defo feels like it can retain that tired sad beaten down peach energy original Rome AU had, which i LOVED, shes always so emotionally durable, so like, i like to make her weaker, and more unnrved and unsettled, she'd not understand recieving affections, or kind gestures, or anythign other than orders.

i may toy with this a bit more if i get five!

Thank you everyone for the great ideas and notes and messages, its helped me feel like i can dip my toe back into this kind of an AU without being pooped on for it.

[wifegideonnav]

alright day 3/6 down!

im so mentally drained lol, though in a very good way. i am so glad i have the next few days off for sure. honestly don’t have too much to say today? each successive trip has been less and less “logical” or “explicable” in words. if i had to summarize it tho, today was about learning to spread love outwards, to reflect that which i feel like has been flowing into me for the previous two trips. i just felt like i had so much gratitude and love for my people, but in this sort of deep/primal sense that i can’t capture in words. I guess the way to describe it is a feeling of being connected on a soul level. i came out of it with strong messages for several people in my life, and a desire to uplift my loved ones. i also feel more connected to nature, especially animals of all kinds.

they told me at the clinic that day three is when people really start turning a corner, and i definitely feel that within myself. i was saying to a friend, it’s hard to know how this new attitude will translate to my interactions out in life, as all ive been doing for the last 3 days is tripping, sleeping, and processing 😅 so not exactly representative of normal life. it’ll also be interesting to see how the changes im feeling develop or last over the long term, when im further away temporally from this experience. but as for now, i simply feel full of love and grace and gratitude.

this treatment is in no way a mental health panacea, and i know there’s so much more work im going to have to do. but in a way, for the first time that work feels… accessible in a way it never has before. ive pretty much always had the sense, ever since i started therapy, that talking, going through my logical brain, is not the way to healing for me. my brain is way too good at like. dodging attempts to logic itself out of depression, unhealthy thoughts, etc. so ive always had this sense that in order for the real work to begin, i need to access the deeper parts of my brain that run on emotion, not logic. the best way i can describe it is the difference between knowing or being told that i am loved and worthy, and actually feeling that in a visceral, all consuming way. it feels like i am unlocking the piece of me that was missing, or hiding, or starved. it’s accessing a part of me that i haven’t had access to, precisely by more or less shoving me into it, but in the most beautiful and gentle and teaching-based way.

really, the biggest shift ive felt mentally is this move away from anger, resentment, and the pain that comes from that. im now able to look back on past events with a sense of dawning peace and compassion, both for myself and the people who have hurt me. again, this is still just the beginning of the work, and im sure ill continue to be unpacking this for a long time to come. but for the first time, the dominant emotions ive been feeling are peace and contentment with being in the present moment. and even if this feeling doesn’t last, i know ill have the memory and experience of it to draw on in the future.

overall, im feeling good, im making strides, and im growing. i cannot articulate how grateful i am to have this opportunity; it’s horrific bullshit that not everybody has access to the same treatment. thank you all for being so supportive and respectful of my journey 🥰 ill be back with another recap on monday!

[maranull]

Hi Mara!

Do you have any thoughts about how Elden Ring characters would be around pets? I had a few ideas for a one-shot fic and I was curious as to what your thoughts on such a topic would be.

Have a nice day!

Hi Bimbom! <3

I didn't but now I do. Normally headcanons are free, but from you I require payment in the form of the fic link when you write it. 🔫

I'm skipping some characters that I don't really care for or enjoy.

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Blaidd: Very responsible owner. Trains all his pets fully, but he also treats their needs and wants at an equal level to his own, sometimes higher. He prefers shepherd dog breeds.

Yura: Likes birds. There's a small murder of crows that has taken a intense liking to him, and he always shares parts of his meal with them. But he mostly enjoys watching them from afar, caring for them fully is not his style.

Boc: He's that person that you know adores pets with a passion, but is always a bit scared and hesitant getting close. He doesn't have pets of his own, but his room is filled to the brim with various animal plushies.

D: Hates animals.

Diallos Hoslow: Tries his absolute best to seem indifferent and tough but in reality he adores them to death. He has quite the healing touch and is always on the lookout for animals in need, be they pets or wildlife.

Edgar: Begrudgingly accepted a dog in his halls when Irina was a little girl and he ended up being the main carer for it. He says he doesn't like dogs, but the dog also sleeps on his bed now, so...

Fia: Cat-person. Not very affectionate, but if a cat is around her, that cat is getting picked up and gently hugged.

Finlay: Not really an animal person, but she likes cats and has adopted hers. She only lets them decide when it's cuddle time.

General Radahn: Do I even need to say anything about this horsegirl? He's literally the horsegirl stereotype. That's it.

Gideon Ofnir: He likes owls and turtles. Owls hate him to the point of attacking him on sight. Turtles just avoid him like the plague.

Godfrey: Generally indifferent towards animals. Only likes them if they are powerful. He treats his lion decent, but only things of it like a tool of war, not a companion.

Godwyn the Golden: A pretty gentle type towards animals but often forgetful of their needs. He tries them almost like plushies and room decor. He loves them, just not that much.

Gostoc: Hurts any helpless animal he finds. He deserves the guillotine.

Gowry: Thinks pets are good food.

Hyetta: She likes animals, big dogs in particular. She doesn't have a want to own a pet herself, but will sometimes leave some food on the sidewalk for strays.

Iron Fist Alexander: He likes hamsters. Due to his size, he is extremely careful with them, and they like running rounds on his lid.

Latenna: She's politely gentle with most animals but she loves wolfs. She treats them similarly to Blaidd, as equals and often prioritizes her wolf's needs over hers.

Lunar Princess Ranni: She likes wolfs (shocker!). She acts cold and uninterested around people, but when alone with her wolfs they get all the scratches and belly rubs and treats and everything.

Malenia, Blade of Miquella: She likes cats. Their purring calms her down and gives her peace when she is feeling the Rot advancing.

Maliketh: He doesn't like animals, but Marika used to have a poodle that he ended up caring for, and he grew attached to it. He's not at all emotional and rarely pets it, but the poodle and him seem to have their own kind of understanding.

Morgott: He always loved seeing birds from the small windows in the looking outside the sewers. When he go out and earned the Omen King title, he ended up making multiple coops from any bird that passed through Leyndell.

Melina: She quietly loves every animal, but prefers to give them space and have them fend for themselves. Exceptions to that rule are Torrent and domesticated animals. Those she generally checks if they need anything, but she's not big towards petting.

Millicent: She likes frogs. She's generally pretty touchy with them, often resulting in her picking up a frog that she knows will irritate her hands despite of the fact. She likes lifting them close to her face and also does that to the few lands animals she might take interest.

Miquella the Unalloyed: He loves animals, the bigger the better. He can be pretty childish when petting them, but he also has them extremely well trained and cares for them in the best way possible.

Nepheli Loux: She loooooooves dogs of all shapes and sizes. She loves hugging them and when petting then, she often sits down to be as close to their eye level as possible.

Patches: Big fan of spiders. Doesn't really care for any other animal. Just spiders. He keeps a jar with a wolf spider on his luggage and he always takes time off his day to spent some time with her.

Radagon: Doesn't care at all. If he has to take care of a pet, he will give food and water and leave. Doesn't care.

Roderika: She loves small animals of any kind. She has a habit of rolling with the dogs and laying down next to cats while talking to them. She claims she understands them and maybe she do, cause animals tent to be more trusting towards her.

Rogier: He's quite the fan of birds and cats. He's very gentle with his affections towards them and has a lot of patience for bird watching, or waiting for a stray cat to approach him.

Rya: She likes snakes. Other animals scare her easily and she's generally skittish if they approach her.

Seluvis: Hates animals.

Thops: Adores cats and loves it when they jump on his lap when working. He friendly to other animals, but more out of politeness than actually interest.

Iji: A fan of wolves and loves the red big ones the most, since he can pet them properly with his hands. He can be rough with them, unintentionally of course, so he chooses to keep a distance from most animals.

Marika: She got a poodle out of pressure to seem aristocratic, but she doesn't care for land animals. When she was at sea, she loved dolphins and orcas.

Rennala: She adores wolfs and has no qualms of playing with them, despite her status. And while she's not a fan of cats, she has a chonky black cat that she spoils to the point of the poor animals being somewhat overweight.

Rykard: Big fan of snakes and reptilians in general. Goes above and beyond to find the absolute favourite food of every snake in his care.

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5 hours. It took 5 hours for this. I am not checking spelling. I am not checking if it makes sense. Bimbom you made my brain a mush of pets, hope you're happy.

<3

[needlab7]

hi i just finished your vwbb fic and im in shambles

the way you wrote wolfwoods steadfast comforting presence, the hole of his absence, his gentle kindess, his everything... the way vash sees and feels about him is how i feel and felt about him while reading trimax and seeing the way i love him perfectly reflected in the way vash does was an absolutely indescribable experience i honestly dont know how to put into words

the trust and the 'of course he catches him', the warmth, every time vash describes something about him as dear or darling or calls him his dearest friend- wolfwood is so so loved, as he should be, as he deserves to be...

and their constant back and forth and how considerate and attentive they are of each other when one of them misses a step, the understanding between them even when they cant say the words, their little 'wolfwood' 'hm?' thing with vash calling his name for reassurance or just because he can and wolfwood always always answering it, 'and silently slipping the promise of every year he has left into the margins' oh god...

im crying writing this, ive cried multiple times while reading, i cried after finishing reading, and i will probably cry again thinking about wolfwood and this fic, thank you so unbelievably much

Hi!! Oh my goodness, I am also crying with you !! ;v;

You are so sweet, I don’t even know where to start. Thank you so much for saying all of that <3 I was dumb enough to open this at work and was frantically fanning my face like no! you cannot cry here!

I’m so glad that you saw a reflection of your feelings about Wolfwood in the way I wrote him and the way that Vash views him. I tried to make him as gentle and soft as I possibly could while maintaining his snappishness because he really is a very tenderhearted person who never got a chance to be. Life and circumstance forced him to be violently defensive of himself and those he loves, and that driving part of his personality and the fear behind it don’t go away. But now he gets to be protective in the gentle way of a big brother or of a dear friend

This is the kind of domestic life he always should have been allowed to have. And now he is able to shed a lot of his self-protective defenses and let himself be as vulnerable as he wants and to feel safe doing it, even if it’s uncomfortable or he stumbles along the way. Because Vash will be there to catch him, too

And of course Vash adores him. But he also sees Wolfwood as the flawed person that he is, and he loves him for and despite it. They annoy each other and piss each other off sometimes, but at the end of the day there is just so much love and care and respect. And it’s fun for them in a strange sort of way to get to be angry about things that matter, but things where the stakes are so far below the life and death level they are used to. Things that they can get past with a huffy conversation or a few hours spent ignoring one another

All of their unspoken communication and awareness drive me absolutely up the wall. I had so much fun trying to find ways that they could learn to fill out and grow together when they’ve both been confined to these restrictive roles for most of their lives. And how they can recognize in one another just how hard they’re trying, and be respectful of the difficulty and thankful for the effort. 

They just…they just love each other so much ;; and I wanted to give them this peaceful and mundane future where they get to be earnest and then embarrassed about it, and say goofy things and heartfelt things and to reach out for help in whatever clumsy ways they are learning to be okay with, and to know ultimately that they are understood and they are loved

This kind of devolved into me just rambling about vashwood…

But again, thank you so so much. Truly, I am so happy that I was able to touch you in some way with this fic, and I am indescribably grateful that you would take the time to let me know <3

[cimeret]

Finally got around to watching some Tales of the Jedi and I have some thoughts ...

Life and Death

First of all, can I say how great the animations look? All the nature scenes in that first episode … I liked that we got to see so many different and beautiful plant and animal species. Makes me just wish I could travel there to go hiking and study all the weird plant life. This scene ...

... absolutely gorgeous! Kudos to the animation team!

The village scenes were great, too. I’m very curious to learn more about the culture of the Togruta and their language and traditions. Although I’m not really sure if it’s wise to take a toddler on a hunt if there’s the Star Wars version of a saber-toothed tiger roaming the forest. Especially since Pav-ti was also traveling alone, unaccompanied. But I assume that the area is generally considered safe and animal attacks are rare. She also set Ahsoka down on the ground in the clearing and talked to her out loud, so she probably felt relatively safe.

As soon as the predator appeared, I started thinking about how Ahsoka’s abilities in the Force will show up, since that was obviously what the scene was going for. I liked that it wasn’t anything flashy, she didn’t Force-push the predator, she didn’t levitate her mother or the gun ... instead we got a bit of dramatic retardation when she was dragged deeper into the forest and then a calm, gentle scene where she connected with the beast. To me, that works so well because that’s what the Force really is, in its essence. Connection, peace, understanding—not something to be used for aggression or grand special effects. And to see an innocent baby like Ahsoka use it without showing the slightest fear of the predator … just with curiosity, trust and kindness … It was a really beautiful moment.

And then the ending … “Ahsoka is Jedi”—very gripping. Theatrical, yes (also considering what will become of Ahsoka in the future), but in a good sense.

Also, I really loved all the different designs of the Togruta! On an aesthetic level, I always thought they were one of the most beautiful species in Star Wars.

Justice

I’m a little on the fence about this episode. I actually watched it twice because it felt a bit unsatisfying at first and I wanted to make sure I hadn't missed anything. Dooku and Qui-Gon are two of my favorite characters and I was really looking forward to learning more about their relationship, but they both acted so strangely reserved that it was hard for me to figure out what they were thinking. For example, the first time I watched the episode I thought they acted surprisingly distant toward each other, the second time I watched it I got the impression that they had a close relationship and worked very well together. You could really end up with different interpretations of their characters depending on how you choose to understand looks, body language, what was said and what was wasn’t. I was puzzled by Qui-Gon’s almost lack of reaction when Dooku threw him around and attacked the senator with murderous intent. Their brief exchange at the end felt warm, but again, it was so brief that I wondered: don’t you want to maybe talk about what happened? Or am I supposed to infer that at this point in the timeline, what happened is a repetitive thing, injustice and corrupt senators and Dooku losing his cool and trying to Force-choke people, and that they’re both kind of frustrated and resigned and already know and understand each other’s point of view, so there's not much to talk about? Not that it wouldn’t fit their characters as I see them. Personally, I think they’re two of the most stoic and introverted Jedi—introverted in the sense that they internalize their thoughts and emotions for the most part, so they naturally don’t talk about or show them much, and they don’t feel the need to do so. Unlike, say, Anakin and, to some extent, Obi-Wan (who really should have had someone to invite him in for tea and a long, quiet talk). But I digress. I don’t know, I think I would have liked to know a little more about Dooku’s and (especially) Qui-Gon’s thoughts on the whole situation and how it reflects the politics of the Council and the Senate, aside from the obvious things we already know. Like this, the conflict, reactions and resolution all felt a bit set up and on the nose, but that may also be due to the episode’s short runtime. And I guess the series first needed to introduce Jedi!Dooku's character for people who only watch the movies/shows and don't know anything about his past?

Things I liked:

- the slow built-up of tension in the beginning! Maybe it’s because of the Halloween season, but it felt almost creepy, like the beginning of a horror story. Would be really nice to see Star Wars experiment some more with different genres.

- the detail with the woman who betrayed the kidnappers’ location for some food. She looked so ashamed with her own actions it hurt. And how quick the other villagers were to explain and sympathize ... So much compassion was probably unrealistic given the fact that several villagers were seriously injured by the Senator’s actions and the whole ordeal could have ended in a bloodbath, but it didn't bother me. The episode was dark enough.

Other stuff:

I disapprove of Dooku’s and Qui-Gon’s fashion choices. Qui-Gon, where is your cloak? You look like a youngling in that tunic. And while I love Sith!Dooku’s cape, for Jedi!Dooku I will always headcanon him with a regular Jedi cloak. I don’t care, I just love the cloaks. Everyone should be snuggled up in cloaks all the time. Except for when they do the Dramatic Cloak Drop, of course.

Choices

There were so many things I loved about this episode! Dooku and Mace as a team! Raxus Secundus! All that ambiguous politics that I always wished they had done more with in the prequels! The little bit of murder mystery feeling we got with Master Katri’s death! And her funeral at the end; we know nothing about her, but it still felt heart-breaking seeing all the Jedi coming together and lowering her casket into the ground.

I liked that the episode portrayed Dooku’s character in a more sympathetic light. His view and concerns were definitely understandable. His character has so much potential and it’s great that we finally get to see some of it on screen. It’s interesting that he asked Mace if his behavior was partly motivated by the fact that he wanted the seat in the Council—I would never believe that of Mace, but Jedi are only human sentient beings and we always act out of self-interest, sometimes unconsciously, even if we do our best. And of course it makes sense for this series, which tries to give us Dooku’s perspective, to show us an incident when Dooku makes some really good points and when, in contrast, Mace’s approach with his strict adherence to the rules was rather detrimental to the situation.

And despite the differences and tension between Dooku and Mace, I thought they had great chemistry and I would so love to see more of them going on missions together. All the silent looks they shared! They would actually make an awesome good cop bad cop team! And I also feel like they could have a similar dark sense of humor. That’s also the one thing I would have done differently: it would have been nice to see them interacting in a bit more casual and friendly way at the beginning. It’s enough that Mace had a strained relationship with one Sith Lord. He can be Dooku’s counterpart in the episode and have an opposing opinion without repeating the role he already took towards Anakin. And a little more levity would also serve Jedi!Dooku well, because if you only see him smiling and joking after he has fallen—that would be really tragic. Don’t get me wrong, I like the rather dark and serious tone of the series and of course Dooku and Mace are especially dark and serious people, it just would have been nice to see a lighter side of their friendship. That would also make Dooku’s betrayal hurt so much more.

They both were awesome in the fight scene! I love how pretty the forest looks with all these pink flowers … and Mace fits right in with his pink lightsaber … and Dooku is just casually blocking shots behind his back … easily my favorite part of the episode! Next to Ki-Adi Mundi’s enormous head in a hood.

Would love to talk about episode 4, too, but I’m still at the point where I’m screaming and making unintelligible sounds, because there were so many good scenes! Dooku and Jocasta! Dooku and Qui-Gon! The tree! And of course Yaddle! The imagery when she lifted the door to let the light in! And that “I’m afraid” quote!

I just have so many feelings about everyone. Why must you do this, Star Wars?

[dystopiandramaqueen]

What’s LDD? 👀

So this is … an interesting discussion.

I was asked - what’s the most unusual fantasy you’ve ever had.

LDD stands for “Loving Domestic Discipline.”

It’s a real life system of power in some Christian marriages where one partner is the “Head of Household” (HOH) and the other “Taken In Hand” (TIH) submits to their guidance in all things.

Blogs from this community contain the dynamics, scenarios, and level of impact play I’ve always fantasized about/ wanted. It’s like “having a reason” for it being a part of your relationship not just an occasional slap on the ass.

It’s like living a d/s (dominant / submissive) dynamic 24/7 in a long term monogamous loving relationship.

They hilight the fact that they don’t do it just for sexual pleasure. They do it for peace and spiritual harmony in their minds, marriage and home. (although it turns them the fuck on and most spankings end in sex.) these ppl fuck ALOT. They love each other. But it’s not a kink thing to them. OR SO THEY SAY 👀

And not stupid “ooh I’ve been naughty, spank me daddy” tropes.

Like- they set systems of accountability for goals and help each other enforce them. It’s kind of d/s relationship we’re dreaming of when we joke “I wish someone would lock me up in their basement so I could be their pet full time.”

Similar to CNC scenarios.

CNC stands for consensual non-consent

There’s a big difference between asking a safe gentle partner to “kidnap and use” you vs being kidnapped and used.

Full stop.

The idea of a thing can be hot. It’s ok to enjoy fantasy - and not want it in real life.

If you showed me the scenarios and told me men were doing that stuff to women for real I’d call it abuse and want it to stop. Not cool. Not into it.

If it was INVOLUNTARY for the victim.

The difference in bdsm is submission is voluntary. Control is surrendered freely.

Submissives ask their dominants to do things to them. For pleasure.

That’s why it’s tricky.

Submissives crave the safety to let go of control and be cared for - that regressed feeling of being safe and protected and important enough for someone to protect, discipline and nurture. It’s a heady drug to imagine having that feeling all the time. Having a partner say “yes, I will do all the leading and thinking, I got you, you’re my helper/assistant, we’re a team.”

It makes me sad when I think of the broken social systems that lead to these cravings.

The modern world is so fucked up. It’s why we’re anxious and exhausted. Humans are social creatures and the modern world fucking sucks.

I know for me- in my house- touch was forbidden especially between siblings- we never hugged- my first boyfriend laughed when I didn’t know what he meant by “cuddle.”

We were never hit or spanked- we were ignored and punished with shame and silence. I only got attention if I was disappointing someone. I could only please them by vanishing.

So the craving to be important enough for someone to notice you, help and guide you- even in the form of “punishment”- it’s fucking sad.

Blogs written by LDD wives- who claim to truly enjoy the lifestyle - overlap alot with bdsm mindsets. I suspect women who seek these pairings out are submissive masochists like me. They may truly benefit from it. Some DDLG (daddy dom / little girl) couples agree to play that dynamic continuously IRL. So it doesn't have to be in a marriage. Some ppl don't want the dynamic to be episodic. They want to stay submissive all the time.

There’s a thing called spanking therapy I recently learned about - some ppl just … benefit from consensual spanking. Even outside marriage, and outside BDSM. Spanking is a physical grounding exercise that leads to an emotional catharsis and re-set. The way some ppl use drugs or confession- the way you feel better after a nap or a good cry- there’s a deep human need to have an ending to guilt and shame. To “pay for” your sins and “be forgiven” after. It’s therapeutic. Some ppl set up spanking sessions like that w/ friends or internet strangers on a regular basis, outside the framework of marriage.

The LDD community debates a lot about two topics that fascinate and horrify me. Boot Camps and Maintenance Spanking. It’s the feeling of wanting to see the monster in a horror movie then wishing you hadn’t. (Discussion below)

Boot camp is you take a weekend and the woman walks around naked and does whatever he says. Like practicing submission. Kneel. Suck my dick. Bend over. Over my knee. etc.

Maintenance spanking is just that- you do it on a schedule not after infractions. Daily, weekly, monthly-

For the record, I think it’s important to say-

I’m adamantly opposed to spanking kids bc it’s NOT VOLUNTARY. The power and size differentials make it abuse. Period. Never ok.

And in real life? If a partner tried to impose LDD on me? I’d laugh in their face.

I’m too fiercely independent, I bend the knee for no one. I’ve been emotionally abused and it’s very triggering for me to feel powerless.

It’s just weird bc the IDEA turns me on for deeply fucked up psychological reasons and helps my trauma recovery.

At the end of the day I like the idea of it. I like playing it. And I simultaneously want to DM all LDD wives like “you ok boo boo?”

And maybe the fact that I can look at that darkness- powerlessness and authoritarianism in the home- and put it down after- is what’s therapeutic. Like walking out of a horror movie back into the sunlight.

So. To be clear. I do NOT like that there are men who want to beat their wives on the regular. (Unless she’s asking for it and it improves her mental health).

As someone who has a hurricane in my mind, and is deeply grounded, calmed and aroused by impact play, I admit reading LDD blogs turns me on.

And it is voluntary I guess, it is consensual… maybe it’s all semantics.

Idk. It’s a weird boundary. Hope that made sense.

In closing, I hope all women in these relationships LOVE it and are getting what they need. Whatever rationale and words they use- if they like it, I’m glad.

If they don’t may they murder the bastards in their sleep and come over to the bdsm community. We spank too, as much as you want and never more. So shall it be, Amen.