#i have Disease Of Talk About My Kids Forever

[avelera]

Was thinking about how Hob and Dream could both be insufferable in some way because, in fairness, Hob comes across as someone who could make friends with bread if left in a room with it long enough.

Then I had a thought:

What if Hob Gadling is just super fucking insufferable to other immortals?

See, Dream is... difficult for mortals to get because he's got his whole eldritch thing going on. But while he's not particularly popular with them, I imagine other immortals at least get and respect his whole deal. Like, he's the Dreamlord. Of course he's weird. But they understand the laws and principles he's referring to at least when he's being weird. He seems to at least have a pleasant relationship with the Faerie Court. It's mortals who can't really connect with Dream and find him exasperating as a result.

Whereas Hob gets along great with mortals, just swell. He's Just A Guy who happens to live forever and people get along with him. But immortals? We don't really see it much but immortals positively loathe this guy.

Dream's reaction to the whole, "I've made up my mind, I've decided not to die!"? Hob tossed out in 1389? That's the teeth-grinding level of irritation Hob engenders in every immortal he comes across (before they have centuries to get to know him) and it is exactly why Death just had to make this man immortal because it would be hilarious.

Why doesn't Hob hang out with other immortals besides Dream? Because the minute he opens his mouth about how great life is and how he's never had even a moment's doubt about how much he wants to live, every immortal in the room starts to make the gagging motion.

You're an immortal just trying to have a bit of a kvetch about Kids These Days and how much times have changed and how it was better in your day, and there's Hob fucking Gadling again ready to throw down about how amazing antibiotics and automobiles and the latest iPhone number whatever are and like, sure, but you were just trying to say back in your day things were better, right? Not objectively maybe but you're just trying to indulge in a bit of immortal nostalgia and Hob fucking Gadling is not having any of it and is ready to argue you into the dirt about it.

You're immortal but haven't quite kept up on today's slang? Hob Gadling will absolutely call you out and he's a teacher now so he's going to be super nice about it but you know he's judging you for saying groovy unironically and thinks you should get with the times already.

You're a vampire living off centuries of generational wealth? Hob keeps talking about how you should get a job and get out of the spooky mansion more, and maybe you wouldn't feel so much existential angst. You like your existential angst!

Hob doesn't have a single ounce of patience for immortals who want to wax poetic about wishing they were mortal again. Diseases, he says, have you ever had diseases? Like even a cold? It sucks. It really fucking sucks. The Plague? The fucking worst. You don't need to be mortal to get involved in mortal life, Hob fucking Gadling keeps pointing out at the monthly eldritch coffee meetups. You can just live as a mortal and share in their problems and enjoy the fact you don't have to deal with the shit parts like getting sick. Completely missing the point of the futile lamentation of regretting one's lost mortality is something you enjoy.

Hob harshes the vibe of every single immortal out there. They are so goddamn sick of him. There's a reason he has no apparent immortal friends or connections to the supernatural world despite (in the comics) seeming to have met other immortals and having the occasional supernatural encounter that he immediately brushes off as dull when compared to what the normal, every day world has to offer.

No other immortal can fucking figure out what Dream of the Endless sees in this guy, and how he can stand to talk to him even once a century without storming off (which, in fairness, Dream has done on 2/7 occasions). Dream, not otherwise known for his patience, is seen as a saint in the eldritch community for even spending as much time as he has over the course of 600+ years with Hob fucking Gadling.

#hob gadling #the sandman #sandman meta #dreamling

[seraphicalsuccubus]

I just wanna make a post because I’ve gotten tons of worried asks about my absence and wishing I’m okay and everything (and I will answer them I promise, I do really appreciate y’all checking in on me). but this is going to be a LONG post so if you’re actually gonna read it, strap in babes.

anyways, my life has virtually become a dystopian hell and I’m not kidding you. I feel like a prisoner in my own home. I feel like I’m under house arrest because I’m just not allowed to do fucking anything anymore. I pretty much cannot leave my house, not even to get groceries. I cannot ask my roommate to pick up anything for me on her way home from work because she bitches about it and makes some excuse not to even if it’s something I desperately need. I haven’t had a single human interaction with ANYONE even my former best friend/roommate since the end of January until this week when I just fucking lost it and vented to my aunt and had her get me a dispensary order because I can’t leave my house to get one myself anymore and she came to hang out and spend some time with me and talk about everything for a couple hours. and that’s the bare bones of what’s going on. there’s so much fucking more piled to it but I’ll just give you the gist of it. I literally told my therapist that if I didn’t get the fuck out of here soon, I will probably slit my wrists and bleed out in the bathtub. like if I cannot run away and escape all this shit, I will be leaving this house in a body bag because I honestly just do not know how much more of this shit I can take.

I have been so unbelievably stressed. I have picked every tiny cut, scratch, ingrown hair, pimple, everything that could be picked open, into huge gaping wounds all over my legs and specifically, I had two tiny cat scratches on my stomach from one of my cats kneading on me and not being too gentle with her claws, and i picked those TINY cuts into gaping wounds bigger than the size of dollar coins. two of them. right next to each other. they were so bad that I thought they were legitimately going to get infected and cause me problems. but they’re finally healing and starting to scar because I HAD to bandage them. like if I did not bandage them and change the bandage twice a day, they would have become infected and been a huge problem. that’s how bad those two specifically were.

not only this, but I have also PICKED A FUCKING BALD SPOT ON MY SCALP near my widow’s peak, but thankfully it’s on the side my hair flops over from so it’s covered. but it’s still there and it makes me horribly insecure and I don’t know if it’s like a scab that’ll eventually fall off and something will grow back from it or if it’s a scar and I’ll have this bald spot forever to be insecure of and self conscious of all the time. literally only time will give me the answer to that. but I am fucking 26 years old and have picked myself to PIECES and BALD SPOTS due to stress. I am literally falling the fuck apart.

and not only that, but I was just informed that I need to be conscious and aware of the fact that I may have fucking lupus because two of my dad’s sisters have it (one confirmed diagnosis and the other a suspicion but that’s enough of a reason for me to be worried about it) and I’m too terrified to get tested or whatever to start the process of getting that diagnosis. like the one thing I’ve always been so fucking afraid of is having an autoimmune disease and my fear of that may have fucking manifested one fucking for me and I’m really struggling with the potential that I may have to deal with that, along with my other health issues and mental health issues and shit.

I just. I have been going through a REALLY rough fucking time. and I am sorry, I am so sorry for the lack of posts or explanations or not answering anyone’s asks or messages aside from the two people I talk to daily because I just mentally cannot handle conversations through all this shit, and for making anyone genuinely concerned about me because of my absence and shit. I wish I could say you shouldn’t worry, but honestly, I’m incredibly worried about myself and that reason alone should scare anyone that knows me because I’m NEVER worried about myself. I’m sorry. I wish I could say I’m okay and I’m thriving and my lack of presence on here was a GOOD thing because I’m doing well and not thinking about social media, but it’s not. it’s a very bad thing. I don’t leave my bed every day unless it’s to take care of my cats. I can’t remember the last day I actually ate a meal or even a snack. the only hydration I get is like the 3 sips of whatever I use to take my meds every morning and night. I have no drive to create content so my income has dropped SO dramatically that I am barely scraping by to pay my bills. I haven’t gamed. I haven’t caught up on any of the shows I was excited for and watching before all this. I haven’t done laundry in god only knows how long and I’m literally running out of clean clothes to wear. I literally only brush my hair before I get on FaceTime with a friend or my boyfriend, otherwise it’s a knotted mess. I’ve showered to clean my body because I feel disgusting being dirty but I have not washed my hair since I had these extensions installed. I do not have the energy to wash this much fucking hair right now. and do you know when these were installed? February 12th. I have not washed my fucking hair in over a month and I feel so fucking repulsive because of it. my hair is my pride and joy. I have such expensive quality products for it. I take care of it. I love my hair. and I cannot even find the energy to wash it when I’m already in the shower just to wash my body/face because I just am so depressed that I can’t even find the energy to do it WHILE ALREADY IN THE SHOWER. I usually go 7-10 days without washing my hair to prolong the life of my extensions and my hair dye and shit because my hair doesn’t get greasy quickly or dry so I can push it that long and just do like body wash/skincare showers in between. but it’s been over a month. over a FUCKING MONTH. since I’ve been able to find the energy to just wash my fucking hair even when I’m already in the shower. do you know how pathetic that feels?

I’m sorry this was such a heavy post. for anyone that actually read through it, I’m sorry. I’ve been internalizing a lot of this shit and this isn’t even the icing on the fucking cake. this is the bare minimum of what I’m dealing with. it’s so much more convoluted and fucked up and abusive than I’m explaining on here and I’m sorry for venting about the things that I did. but I’ll leave it there. I won’t get into the rest.

if you read this far, I’m sorry for taking up so much of your time with this long of a post just to get shit off my chest. I hope you’re having a really good day, or that your day gets better, your weekend goes well, and that you have some good karma headed your way. I wish you all the best. thank you for listening. I appreciate it. 🖤

#it’s really hard for me to make this post and admit that I am struggling so fucking bad so please be kind and considerate about all this #because if someone makes a rude remark or sends a rude ask about it I’m blocking and deleting it #I’m not even going to entertain someone trying to make me feel worse than I already feel #because I didn’t even KNOW I could feel this bad in my fucking life #so please just be kind and comfort me or just don’t say anything. please. for my sake.

[emsuemsu]

If there's something I really love in life it's the elderly. I love old people and old people love me and that is a fact. I am a peepaw whisperer, I speak fluent grandma. So naturally I've been on a mission for some senior citizen Drarry to quench my never ending thirst.

Some of these fics do contain neurodegenerative diseases such as Alzheimer's. Some of these fics do contain MCD in a form of dying of old age. They're all tagged accordingly, if in doubt check the tags.

These are all well under 10k, and hit me up with some more geriatric Drarry recs if you have some!

About Damn Time by @lumosatnight 👴 4,045 words

All Draco wants to do is eat his custard cup and nap in peace. Is that too much to ask? Apparently so, when the Flamel House for Experienced Wixen is overrun with Harry Potter and his idiot friends.

The Afterlife, According to Draco Malfoy by @stripedsilverfeline 👴 1,861 words

Tea is not a proper substitute for astral brooms': The Afterlife, according to Draco Malfoy

Age is just a number by @gnarf 👴 1,555 words

Married for decades, their life is perfect. Until Harry gets a call and hears the following words: "Mr Potter, we caught your husband stealing ten large packs of King Sized condoms."

Attic Past by @piarelei 👴 500 words

Here are his knees. Noticeable and ugly. Harry sighs, doesn’t dare look at more of himself; the skin loose around his thighs and the wrinkles crowning his eyes. “I have ugly knees,” he tells the room. Draco, predictably, is already downstairs and doesn’t answer.

Brave by @mars-bar81 👴 8,403 words

Draco had never been the brave one- that had always been Harry's job.

Easier Than Falling Asleep by @gnarf 👴 1,029 words

After a long and happy life Harry is ready to return to Kings Cross. This time it's not Dumbledore, but his husband waiting for him there and they finally get to ride the Hogwarts Express together.

Dear Life by @drarryangels 👴 5,208 words

"Draco ran his fingers over the headstone at his feet and let his creaky knees fold underneath him to sit on the grass. When he was younger, he thought he’d never get old like this. With bad joints, white hair, and off trend clothes. Harry would’ve laughed at him if he could see Draco sitting in the dirt sniffling over his lost touch in the fashion industry." Or the story where Draco and Harry get to grow old together and be happy.

I Wouldn't Change a Thing by @rei382 👴 1,380 words

Harry and Draco, an old married couple, need to pack to go to their retirement home. But Harry stumbles upon an old photo album, and all kinds of memories start to flood back.

lucidity comes before the sun sets by @squintclover 👴 707 words

Life and memories are cruel sometimes... Stealing Harry from Draco before his time.

Meeting Too Late by WSbrat 👴 1,528 words

What if Draco and Harry fell in love when it was too late? What if they fell in love anyway?

Old School by Bardo 👴 5,053 words

When he was younger, Draco Malfoy used to say sex was dead after 65. Of course, at the time, he wasn't talking about himself.

Stay with me forever, we'll ride this out together by @triggerlil 👴 420 words

In old age, Harry cares for Draco.

Two Old Coots by @sofyachy 👴 1,898 words

On their 50th anniversary, Harry and Draco are a couple of old coots who no longer care what they tell other people about their relationship, to their kids’ mortification. Gather round, children; it’s inappropriate story time.

Wiser With Age, Still Stupid in Love by @sethsevolution 👴 3,483 words

There came a point in their lives where they felt like they were only ones left and that was what finally drew them together.

Won't You Stay By My Side by @gracerene 👴 1,936 words

Harry needs to convince Draco that he is too old to continue his dangerous job as an Investigative Journalist.

#drarry #drarry fic recs #this is a niche af list lol #elderly drarry #i consider 75+ to be elderly but there might be some fics theyre in their 60s or so #i need somebody to write a de-aging fic but like opposite where one of them turns into 90 or something #id read the shit out of that one #i hauled my ass to school today to do some school work and this is what i accomplished #i worry for my education at times #my rec

[barrenclan]

unsure if this has been said before but please let me get what i want (the deftones vers specifically) feels very fitting for pinepaw or maybe even rainhaze. the family guys who are almost foils to each other when they're both going through a messy rough time 🤝

I really like this suggestion, because Morrissey is my current voiceclaim for Pinepaw so he's very Smiths-coded in my mind.

Haven't had a dream in a long time See, the life I've had Could make a good man bad

So for once in my life Let me get what I want Lord knows it would be the last time Lord knows it would be the first time

Oh my friend, British men screeching is just about my favorite musical styling.

Want land in the valley There's pieces of you breaking off (Pieces of you breaking off)

Big money's in the basin, you don't come back without it He's killing with abandon to get over the mountain Got darkest rum from Mama, seething in the liver Blood disease from Papi, poisoning the river

Friends on the Other Side works pretty well for Ranger, at the very least his attitude. Rainhaze's deal came from desperation rather than greed, but I do like things that speak to his thoughtless self-centeredness and hero complex.

That's a Rainhaze song if I ever heard one!

Stuck in the middle of a forest made of Flesh and bones and they're all scared of A lost little boy who has lost his heart Fear's not enough, they have to Tear him apart

Follow the scent of iron sinking Deeper into corpses rotting But they can't hear you talk, talk, talk About every little thing

And the Hound Is humming you A lie, a lullaby

Ohh, yeah... I can see it.

I wonder who I'd be If all these bad things Didn't happen to me

I must be The Virgin Mary To create a son Who will suffer so much <- the sloug.......

The tone of the song is pretty light, but I can see the lyrics working! Especially drawing parallels between the original great destruction and the current onslaught.

Oh god, come quickly The execution of all things Let's start with the bears and the air And mountains, rivers and streams Then we'll murder what matters to you And move on to your neighbors and kids Crush all hopes of happiness with disease 'Cause of what you did

And lastly, you're all alone with nothing left but sleep But sleep never comes to you It's the guilt and forever wakefulness of the weak It's just you and me

Ah, that musical is on my watchlist but I haven't gotten around to it yet. I've heard pretty good things, though!

I roar! And you cry! I'm the reason You run and hide!

You better leave your hopes behind No one's gonna stop him You better hope he's out of sight Or you're doomed to be a victim

Objectively wild pull, but I do love Johnny Cash, and his voice reminds me a lot of what Mallowstar's would be like. I like this song a lot with him. :,]

Well, I won't back down, no I won't back down You can stand me up at the gates of Hell But I won't back down

Well, I know what's right, I got just one life In a world that keeps on pushin' me around But I stand my ground and I won't back down <- wahh mallowstar...

I'd definitely this has big Slugpelt energy.

Dear, I fear we're facing a problem You love me no longer, I know And maybe there is nothing That I can do to make you do Mama tells me I shouldn't bother

Lately I have desperately pondered, Spent my nights awake and I wonder What I could have done in another way To make you stay

It's a pretty good song!

YAY Queen song! This is interesting; I can see it very well with characters that are still a spoiler to talk about.

So much ado, my lover So many games we played Through every fleeted summer Through every precious day

All dead, all dead All the dreams we had And I wonder why I still live on All dead, all dead And alone, I'm spared My sweeter half instead All dead and gone

Damn I ran out of video links

#ask #anon #music #pinepaw #rainhaze #slugpelt #deepdark #ranger #mallowstar

[jennrypan]

Everytime I see anything with Canon Bruce I feel a terrible case of fuck this bitch disrespectfully disease 😶

I want him turned into a little lizard and someone to put him in a little box with holes in it. Keep him in there forever.

I miss when he was actually cool and not the guy that forced his morals on all his kids and then attacked them when they go against him, and whenever he gets mind controlled he brutally maims them despite them all being skilled and should all be able to whoop his ass. (ALLL. of them.)

Like God fucking DAMMIT. I'd like a comic rec where Bruce and Jason actually have good moments and where he's with all his kids and Bruce is actually being a good dad. (I know WFA exists but I'm talking bout actual canon comics and the art in that comic for the girls are..okay so eh. I love the batfam in it tho.)

Like i get drama but when it becomes a constant thing I'm seeing..Bruce always turns out to be a dick. (Sorry not sorry will never be on the side of the parent that canonly punched his oldest for asking about his dead brother, then throw a batterang at his second son's neck just to keep joker alive, then proceeded to continue to act as if said son is insane for killing one of the jokers, THEN proceeds to basically lobomize the same son, and left him alone and scared. I can't speak on how he treats the rest cuz I haven't spent much focus on them my bad.)

#j.p speaks #batfamily #i see way too many people kissing bruces ass. #“he doesnt kill” okay so why the fuck cant anyone else?? #like obviously theres a LIMIT. #but. the joker??? THE JOKER?? please. #bruce get a damn grip. #just let dick jason and barbara roast that clown on an open fire. #and harley. #actually. let it be a family bbq #dc comics #batman #batman comics #im SURE there are comics when bruce is actually loving and not riddled by his stupid fucking issues #can we move past this dark brooding 'i work alone' >:(( act for him PLEASE. #let bruce be a goofy dad in actual comics

[saintobio]

HELLOOO FINALLY GOT TO SEND AN ASK!!!

first of allllll…. i think the time momjo sending the child guardian paper (?) that satoru typed out of anger is a hint…. and then satoru telling yn that sachiro called akemi mama… this honestly hurts alot more, imahine carrying your baby for 9 months, taking care of baby sachiro for 3 years alone, all the sleepless nights… and sachiro just ugh u dumbass small brain toddler (literally). anyways, satoru looking at akemi during suguru and shoko’s wedding, his hand rubbing akemi’s stomach at the cabin when she was in pain. honestly this part was akemi faking her pain or…? cuz there was a line that said after satoru asked if she wanted to go home her face didnt show anymore pain ? lololll idk. i dislike (hate) gojokemi but i think theyre gonna be endgame with all these theories coming up oh godddd. and the way yn threw the necklace into the lake, satoru went to search for it but did he manage to find it ? no. but during sn yn (well, suguru) found gojos wedding band. so in sy, yn threw away satoru’s “heart”, and it was never found again, thats a hint (?) bruhhh i hate thissss (i love this so much actually it made me feel so much i love u saint) i also recall the first time satoru and akemi first did it together he said smthg like i could learn to love u ? if i remember correctly. and the morning at the cabin after yn and gojo did it, yn was crying bcs they had a heartfelt talk ? and u mentioned they both felt guilty. the guilt is…. yeah.

BUT ALSO, satoru once said that yn has always been the one, sera when she saw gojo after forever told sukuna that he looks different when hes being with akemi, like hes not being himself? but that was when they first got together so idk about now. him not calling gojokemi exclusive. oh how they were happy and loving when yn got pregnant 🥹 but well it lasted until… yeah. also u said something about gojo gonna be on his knees again, since yn is now depressed and suicidal, i think for her heart disease shes gonna sign a DNR, then satoru on his knees maybe begging the doctors idk gawd idk someone mentioned dnr and i just… 🙂 its not that she wanna leave sachiro either, but i think shes telling herself everything will be better if she dies since sachiro, still very young, doesnt even really remember yn (just why sachiro) and called akemi mama… also why the hell didnt gojo use protection when fucking akemi oh gawd pls hate u satoru if she gets preggo.

anyways, i cant wait for gen to be back. i love u gen and ian.

oooh i also remember that you said there was a scene that inspired the birth of sn/sy, was it in chapter 11 ? or we’re not there yet…

honestly why dont yn just join shoko and suguru and be in a happy poly relationship ever looollll just kidding. my heart hurts, im still all in for gojoyn endgame but it doesnt seem realistic. ive been cursing gojo and akemi ever since the chapter came out loolll gotta give myself credit for being able to do my exams while still thinking bout this. 💀

omg there’s a lot to unfold here idk where to start 😭 but i just wanna say, it’s amazing how you’re so thorough in remembering those details in sn/sy bcos i honesty don’t have enough attention span to do that !!! sdjsj now while i can’t answer everything you mentioned, i can say a few things:

- akemi isn’t faking her pain, she’s truly struggling from it

- gojo doesn’t want kids outside of marriage (or should i say if not with yn), so he’s definitely careful with it.

- yes, it is indeed sy11 that birthed the sequel :’) i had that scene in mind before sn was even finished

#🖤: letters to saint #series: sincerely yours #thank you thank youuu for dropping by and sharing ur thoughts <33

[cakeboxie]

Our own starlight

A SFW Modern AU Halsin x Tav/Reader ficlet

“What’s something small you miss? From living in the forest I mean.”

“Starlight. It was one of the first things that really threw me off about this… place. Night is unbearably dark, yet somehow unpleasantly bright at the same time.”

TWs: Family death, grief, spoilers abt Halsins backstory.

Reader is gn and undefined besides working in a greenhouse.

AN: waugh this is just kinda word vomit following me having a really good idea. It’s entirely unedited so if you see any errors no you don’t <3

Also I am fighting for my life trying to find a voice for halsin bear with me please.

Halsin remembers being a kid in the cabin his family lived in. His mother teaching him how to cook alongside his younger siblings.

He too remembers sitting outside with his father, the chill of fall nipping at his face while he was taught how to pick good sticks for firewood; along with the promise that next year he’d be old enough to help split up logs with his father.

He remembers a thick book shared between him and his eldest sister while she taught him Druidic magic, and the terror on his mothers face when he gave himself fuzzy little bear ears (and his sister laughing because couldn’t figure out how to get rid of them.)

He remembers being sick, just a little sick. A stuffy nose and a sore throat he caught from falling into the stream in late November when the frost set into snow.

He remembers burying them all that spring.

He didn’t want to, but he knew that disease clings to corpses long after the flesh chilled. He thanked Silvanus that the illness came in December and not one of the warm months that would’ve forced him to bury them immediately lest he meet the same fate.

He remembers the following winter being warmer than usual, but little else of the year.

Halsin knows now that he had gotten lucky, unbelievably so. The gentle winter allowed him to live despite being unwilling to split his own firewood, it allowed him one year to prepare himself before he was truly forced to acknowledge the finality of it all.

He remembers finding his balance the following year. Their garden took quite of bit of work to recover after being abandoned for a year. But he managed it, along with making himself some traps based on some diagrams in an old book and the odds and ends he remembered learning about how to make them more effective from his mother.

“So… why are you here?”

They look up at him, visibly confused.

“Not that I don’t like talking to you- but it seems like you were managing fine past the first year.”

“The expansion of the city drove the animals away. Then men in suits appeared at my door asking for documents I didn’t have. Proof of ownership and deeds to the land our cabin was on. They threatened to arrest me for squatting if I didn’t leave.”

He sips his tea, it was brewed far too hot. Leaving it bitter even with sugar, but it was something he could afford, which seemed few and far between lately.

“I only recently learned what squatting actually is. They’d looked at me like I was a fool for asking”

“That’s… Gods I’m sorry. I can’t even fathom how shit that must’ve felt, I’ve always lived in the city so…”

“It isn’t all awful; being in the city. Living is a much more manageable kind of tiring.”

He was lucky to be as strong as he is, he’d manage to land a job as an unskilled labourer. As much as he resented the title he knew it wasn’t a slight, he didn’t have any of the certifications or diplomas required to hold any other station at the greenhouse he worked in. Even if he knew more about many of the plants they grew from his own personal experience working with them.

One thing of many he’d yet to get used to. Your experience doesn’t matter in the city unless you have a piece of paper proving it.

“That’s fair I suppose… I would give damn near anything to be able to be self-sufficient like that… Alas I’m doomed to forever be a slave to capitalism.”

Halsin wants to tell them that they’re not.

He wants to say that if enough people stopped thinking that they don’t have the option to rebel the entire system would fall apart.

He bites his tongue, figuratively and literally. Wincing as the sharp taste of iron settles in his mouth.

Well, it’s not like his tea could’ve gotten much worse.

“What’s something small you miss? From living in the forest I mean.”

“Starlight. It was one of the first things that really threw me off about this place. Night is unbearably dark, yet somehow unpleasantly bright at the same time.”

They nod, and ponder their tea for a beat.

“Do you have any plans tonight?”

“How forward.”

They scoff, but it lacks venom.

“Just answer me you dork.”

“No I do not.”

Their smile widens considerably.

“You do now, assuming you don’t mind coming over to my apartment.”

He nods in agreement, and they beam.

Another thing that’s definitely not awful about living in the city is them. He had met them through the greenhouse they both worked at, and had kept contact after they had quit.

The afternoon passes by as it usually does during their little dates. They would talk about their job and their cats, he would reply in kind. His tea went cold long before he finished it, and he’d thank the barista as he handed their mugs across the counter.

The walk to their apartment was nice. He realized as they spoke about the bus they missed how much he missed not being alone.

It was a long walk, he silently thanked Silvanus.

Their apartment was almost identical to his on the outside. Grey building, black doors, painfully sterile.

The inside however, was not. Almost every flat surface was plastered with posters and prints, the shelves full of knickknacks and candles more so than actual books.

“Okay so, I don’t have a couch obviously because I have a studio apartment but my bed doesn’t have the best view of the thing I want to show you.”

They push some things haphazardly out of the center of the room, before pulling a blanket off their bed and laying it out.

“Gods this is so sketchy I’m so sorry- Lay on this and close your eyes.”

“It’s alright. I trust you.”

The blanket is soft, but thin. The linoleum below digging into his shoulders as he lays down. There’s a soft click and the lights turn off, they settle beside him after a moment.

“Okay. Open your eyes.”

It takes him a second to put together what he’s looking at.

Stars. Painted on the walls and ceiling between the posters and tapestries, glowing in the dark of their apartment.

“It’s obviously not as pretty as real stars but… I dunno I’ve never been far enough out of town to see many real ones so I made my own starlight.

“It’s beautiful.”

He doesn’t need to be able to see them to know they’re smiling.

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Voyager rewatch s2 ep25: Resolutions

Holy crap, I didn't remember that this one was so early on in the show! I thought it must have been somewhere in the middle, with at least a few previous shippy episodes to kind of set it up, but no! We just get dropped into a domestic AU slow burn one-sided pining Janeway/Chakotay fanfic episode right out of nowhere! Alrighty then!

The opening scene of Janeway and Chakotay emerging from stasis pods on a lushly vegetated planet was certainly attention grabbing, and the premise of them having contracted a virus that forces them to stay on a planet which renders them immune to the disease progression, together, until they find a cure, which could take forever, is just... genius level shippy romance plotting. Slow clap for Jeri Taylor, she needs an AO3 account, stat.

So anyway, Voyager leaves Janeway and Chakotay on the planet with a ton of equipment and a little Starfleet prefab house, and she sets to work collecting data to try to learn more about the disease and find a cure. Meanwhile, Chakotay is just like 'guess this is our life now! right on!' and sets to work building furniture to make their little house cute. (To this day, I remember the first time I watched this with my mom as a kid, and I still remember her saying, 'yikes, she better watch out if he starts building a cradle!' and it still makes me laugh, because it's so true lol.) There's a lot of lingering glances from Chakotay toward Janeway, and I have to say, I don't usually notice the orchestral scores of Star Trek episodes, because they're usually pretty dull and soulless, but this one was notably lush and romantic during the planet scenes. Apparently, the composer ships Janeway and Chakotay too.

Janeway, meanwhile, doesn't even notice Chakotay pining away, since she's too busy with her scientific research, and being unbearably cute and enthusiastic about it. She sparkles like a diamond when she gets excited about science, and I can't blame Chakotay for being in love with her for a second, because dude, same!! It's so lovely to see her out of the context of having to present a captainly face to the Voyager crew at all times- she's charming and funny and very human here, in a way we usually only get to see smaller glimpses of on the ship- no wonder Chakotay is going out of his mind pining for her! Of course, it leads up to a very non-regulation shoulder rub (ooh la la!) that even Janeway can't rationalize as platonic, and they have The Talk, wherein Chakotay confesses that he's in love her. I gotta say, for coming out of literally nowhere, Kate Mulgrew and Robert Beltran sell the fuck out of this script, and make it totally believable. Especially in the confession scene- they're both crying, and I'm watching like, fuck you, how dare you break my heart like this?? This romance didn't even exist an episode ago, and now I'm invested?? In one episode!! Give these people Emmys, what the fuck?!

But of course, this being Star Trek, a love confession is usually just there to make us feel angst, because they are far too professional to ever act on it- which of course, they don't here. Starfleet captains aren't supposed to date their crew (even though they totally do- guess it's like the Prime Directive that way- just ignore it if inconvenient!) and most of them are too workaholic to devote time to romance anyway. We don't get any further dialog after the confession and the tearful hand hold. The next time we see them, they're back to the status quo of friendly banter. Janeway, who still hasn't let go of Mark, doesn't return Chakotay's feelings at this point, at least not romantically, though she obviously loves him as a friend. She's still invested in getting back to Voyager, though after the storm breaks most of her science equipment, she starts to resign herself to staying, and it's implied that things might have a chance to develop between the two of them eventually- until Voyager contacts them.

Because meanwhile, back on the ship, the whole crew is distraught at the loss of their mom Captain and Harry Kim pretty much leads a muntiny to get his mom Captain back. Even Tuvok can't argue with an entire crew of dorks simping for their beloved senpai, so he agrees to go get an antidote from the Vidians. The Doctor's Vidian girlfriend Denara Pel helps them out when the Vidians attack them, and Janeway and Chakotay are given the medicine, and rescued from the planet. (I really hope they beamed all their equipment up after them, because that was a lot of Starfleet swag they can't just replace at the next Starbase! Don't just leave it there for the monkey, you idiots!!)

Janeway and Chakotay return to Voyager, the crew are overjoyed to have their mom and dad back, and we know that Janeway and Chakotay, who don't make eye contact during the entire final scene on the bridge, will never acknowledge anything that was said on that planet, ever again. But the subtextual pining will be there for like, ever now. And many, many shippy things will ensue in future episodes, which will feel even more bananas now that I remember that they all take place after he literally tells her he's in love with her! I truly, honestly feel so unbelieveably sorry for diehard Janeway/Chakotay shippers, they really set out to murder them with this, didn't they? I'm neither especially for or against them as a ship, personally- it just sort of exists as a thing that makes me feel a little bit crazy because of how far they took it without ever directly addressing it again. I mean, it's not the first time Trek has done this to us, but it's always so frustrating when they make it a thing, only to never resolve it. If you start a story arc, resolve it one way or another, conclusively, cowards! Being in love with someone you live and work with is not a thing you can just sweep under the rug, especially when the object of desire knows about it! But it's Star Trek, so yeah, they will actually just make us suffer. They've done it before, they'll probably do it again. (Unless Prodigy actually gives us something more substantial than Voyager itself did, which tbh, considering how stellar the writing has been so far, it might actually do! Save us, Prodigy, save us! You're our only hope!)

Tl;dr: An insanely shippy story that literally made Janeway/Chakotay a thing in one damn episode, it actually works really well unto itself, despite the years of torment it will wreak on the fandom. Iconic tbh.

#star trek: voyager #voyager rewatch #rewatching star trek #star trek voyager #captain kathryn janeway #chakotay #star trek

[clumsiestgiantess]

Bringing back this fantastic g/t dream I had forever ago because I’m thinking about Inventor and Apprentice again…

(I had one last night but it wasn’t good enough to beat this one, and unless I get a lucid g/t dream it will probably stay my fave)

A g/t dream that happened suspiciously soon after seeing the Antman Quantumainia movie:

The dream started out with two lovers, a guy and girl, both scientists and inventors.  Though none of their insane inventions actually worked/were given funding, they gathered enough money to buy a countryside cottage house far away from their problems and start a new life.  They were married and worked on funky lil projects together.  Their inventions progressively kept getting crazier until one day they cracked the code for inter-molecular travel.  (This could cure any number of viral diseases by going in and fighting them head on, and even genetic ones by potentially re-organizing cell reproduction to skip over harmful strands of DNA)

They celebrate their victory and the husband suddenly starts crying.  His partner asks what’s wrong and he says ‘nothing!  I- I’m glad we figured this out in time!’  Apparently he has cancer and isn’t going to be around nearly as long as he thought.  However, before they test the machine to try and save him, a Kang-the-Conqueror-type villain appears out of the new machine and tries to take over.  The husband and him duke it out while the wife desperately tries to fix the machine to send him back. 

Husband manages to cut the villain’s suit (which he needs to breathe in such a new world, like a space suit) and the villain dies.  Shortly afterwards Husband falls to the ground having been given a fatal injury in the fight.  There isn’t a hospital for miles around, and even then it would be too late.  Her husband dies in her arms.

(timeskip)

A few years later, a new person moves to town.  She’s a young inventor wannabe herself and heard rumors of the secluded widow that was once a brilliant mind.  She finds her tinkering with stupid machines (like the unserious ones from the funnier mad scientists in Honey I Shrunk the Kids, Back to the Future, Epic, etc), and gets barred from entering by some crazy device. 

As an aspiring inventor, she reverse-engineers the device that’s stopping her from getting inside and tries to talk with the woman.  At first she keeps giving no answers and telling her to leave, but the newcomer is persistent and keeps coming back to help. Eventually the two come to some friendship.  The younger one becomes her apprentice, but also teaches her a few things herself being only a few years younger than the older inventor.

One day Apprentice finds the old inter-molecular travel machine and (being science-y and studying it for a moment) realizes what it’s for.  She excitedly asks if it works — if it’s possible — but gets immediately shut down and the machine is yanked from her hands and hidden away again.  Inventor tells her it’s not safe and she should never touch it again.  Of course, where would our story be if she listened to that?

Apprentice secretly takes the machine home and works on it herself, getting it to run after working on it for some time.  In her spare time (and possibly by stealing parts from Inventor) she builds a small spaceship-looking vessel that can take her down where the machine goes.  She boots up the thing in her front yard (the ship is too big to be in the house and the backyard is too wooded) and goes on her own. Wow! So many cool things! She’s having an awesome time and doesn’t understand why Inventor was so scared of it.

(we zoom back out to the normal front yard)

Apprentice put her small dog behind a locked dog door to keep him from messing around in the yard while she does her thing.  Unfortunately, the mailman comes up to the porch to deliver a package, stepping past the machine with nothing but a confused look. The little dog goes nuts the moment the mailman steps onto the porch and bursts through the flimsy plastic to chase him.  He runs off the front porch and trips over the machine, damaging it before quickly speeding away.

The machine is rapidly dying and the ship can sense it, sending out an alarm.  Apprentice rushes back to the surface before the connection is cut, but doesn’t make it in time.  She’s stuck at about half a centimeter tall.  Some weird cells/microscopic creatures grow with her too and she sees them all spasm and die in front of her through the ship’s windshield, simultaneously realizing that if she were to step outside, the air would be too large to breathe and she would die too.  Thankfully, both the suit and the craft have the ability to synthesize smaller air from the larger normal one.  However, she’s still trapped at a ridiculously small size.

A day later, Inventor comes looking for her because she didn’t show up to the house.  She becomes terrified as she looks into the front yard and sees the dead machine.  Had a similar fight occurred to the one she witnessed?  Was her friend lying dead somewhere, and the conquering person wandering around ready to take the world? 

Thankfully not; the now much smaller Apprentice made camp by the machine and Inventor spots it while assessing damages to it, figuring out what must’ve happened in her head.  Her friend isn’t in the camp (off scavenging to survive) and she fears that they died.  Inventor calls to Apprentice in a normal voice, which would be like shouting through a megaphone to their very tiny friend.  Apprentice rushes back to camp, waving her arms wildly, so so relieved that they were found before the inevitable happened.  Inventor tells her to get in the ship (which is reinforced to go through the entry and exit phases) and brings it carefully inside to a counter where she can see her better.

Thankfully, there’s an intercom on the ship for talking between the person out in the suit and the people on the ship (just like any space suit).  Inventor reprograms it and is able to hear their friend through the intercom.  Apprentice starts crying, apologizing to Inventor over and over again, saying that she was right, it was dangerous and she should’ve listened to her but now it’s too late.  Inventor gently calms her down. 

Though she’s angry that her friend used the machine after she warned her about it, she’s clearly learned her lesson, and worse.  Apprentice gets scared and sad (as anyone in her situation would be) telling Inventor that she’s ruined her life and will be stuck like that forever.  See, if you stop the process halfway through, whatever height you stop at becomes your new true biological height.  Trying to pull her back up with the machine won’t work because the systems wouldn’t see that as bringing her back to normal height. She was already brought back up.  That is her normal height now.

After the initial terrifying few days of organizing things and getting used to simply being around someone so vastly different in scale, Inventor comes up with an idea to create a machine that basically does the opposite of what the old one did.  It could be used to vastly grow someone instead of vastly shrink them. Apprentice dejectedly points out that she thought of that already, and did the math.  The process will multiply anything’s mass instead of dividing it, simple as that.  At a normal human size, that would multiply two big numbers together and make them absolutely massive.  At her size, the number would be much smaller.  At best she’d be about 15 centimeters tall — giant-sized for someone who’s half a centimeter, but not so much for someone who isn’t.

Inventor nods, having done the math themselves, and asks her ‘surely you’d rather be the length of my hand than the length of a pen tip, right?’  Apprentice agrees and they set to work.  Time goes by and their relationship grows ever closer as they learn to live together and trust eachother at such a dramatic difference in scale.

At last, the machine is done.  Apprentice steps in and grows to — as calculated — about 15 centimeters tall.  At last she doesn’t need the suit to talk and breathe; she doesn’t need to hide away from everything, even the sun itself, which was a lot hotter as half a centimeter tall; she doesn’t need to constantly be surrounded by food and heat in her little ship, lest she quickly freeze or starve to death.  Overjoyed, the two share an awkward little g/t embrace.  Both celebrating the fact that they can easily walk around and talk to the other without fear.

Time goes by and they become even closer through various little g/t scenarios — closer than either expected. After a while, they decide to destroy both machines and any records of them permanently.  They’re way too dangerous to be kept around. Apprentice can’t go through the growing one twice (cells would stretch to decay) and Inventor is too afraid to mess with the shrinking one to try and make her height more accommodating to Apprentice.

This duel destruction causes an unforeseen explosion that drags tiny Apprentice into it. Inventor rushes to the blast site, and is met with quite the shocking scene.

The blast actually negated all previous effects of both machines, and Apprentice is there covered in ash, back to normal size.  The two happily share a true embrace for the first time in years.  A bit of romance/drama stuff ensues as both struggle with their feelings for the other, which grew from friendship to love while they were living together.  Eventually, Apprentice tells Inventor that she loves her and Inventor gets even more conflicted because they love her too but.. her husband. 

Idk what happens in between (there was a very poorly timed timeskip, but because of the ending I know they end up together)

So I imagine Inventor learns to let go and move on.  I remember watching a Studio Ghibli looking montage of pretty hand-drawn backgrounds (since the thing is animated in my dream) of them doing things that lovers do.  There was a heartwarming ending scene where they add their first true invention they made together to the little memorial that Inventor and her husband made of their first one.

The end I think.  I woke up after that. Honestly my favorite g/t dream to date, despite not being in it myself.

#*maybe* I’ll write this one? #Idk but my subconscious was absolutely cooking that night #I love when my dreams give me coherent plots instead of nonsense #Trying to be able to grow into a giant whenever I lucid dream but so far no luck #Just winged flight #That’s still really cool to have so ig I can’t complain #I HAVE had a hyperrealistic g/t dream which is a very close second favorite to this one tho #g/t #giant/tiny

[mxngldmxdnsss]

maybe a jason carver smut where reader helps him ‘celebrate’ (iykyk 🥴) after the tigers win a game? (sub reader)

one of these nights - jason carver

I don’t really see Jason as a dom, I definitely do see him as a complete virgin though

cw! underage drinking, alcohol mention, hellfire!reader, handjob, unprotected sex, cum eating, praising and slight overstim

sexual content ahead : proceed with caution

It’d been a couple of months since you started secretly seeing Jason Carver behind your party’s backs. You knew they’d never forgive you, for taking a liking to The Asshole of Hawkins High. Well, at least that’s what they called him.

Sometimes you were tempted to tell them to not he so hard on the star basketball player, but you knew they’d find it suspicious. Just like how they found it suspicious that Jason and his stupid team’s teasing had let up. Unbeknownst to them, it was because you were sneaking around with who they hated the most.

But after all those years of constant glares, sneers and insults, you somehow found yourself giggling in the back of Jason’s car as he peppered soft kisses on your face and neck. ‘Warming up for my most important play of the year.’ Was what he called it. Well excused it. It was risky, especially during lunch when everyone was out walking around in the parking lot trying to find friends and such. Anyone could peek through the car window and expose what would be the talk of the rest of the year.

You knew being apart of Hellfire meant being caught parading around with a jock, of all people would cause unwanted rumors, gossip and opinions to stain your already soiled reputation. It’s not like you were a bad kid, no, you were far from it, sure you stayed out late and messed around, in the safety of Gareth’s garage, practicing your next song until it was midnight. But its not like you were hurting anyone.

But you weren’t naive about the things you were doing either. You knew you’d be called a snake, a whore, anything with a negative connotation for leading Jason from the life untouched by freaks. But if Jason didn’t care, then neither should you.

You two figured that once you both graduated, that you’d leave town once Jason was set off for college, his parents offered to get him an apartment separate from the campus so he would have his own free time, and Jason promised that he’d take you with him, that after he graduated university, that you two could just ditch whatever life his parents and town had wanted for him.

It made you feel bad sometimes, that maybe everyone was right and you were just an illness, a disease, plaguing his mind with ideas far from righteousness. But fuck, you forgot all about that when you got to sneak out and enjoy time with your boyfriend.

Even when you two were away, you couldn’t stop thinking about that damn fantasy. About finally having something you could rub in the town’s face. L

You were anxious all day, first, you had your final campaign with your friends after school. Second, Jason had wracked your nerves along with his, worrying about playing his heart out in a game that could bring pride back go the Tigers. But you tried your best to stay calm.

After what felt like forever, the final bell of the day rang, and you rushed to find your usual spot to meet up with Jason and give him, his much begged for, good luck kiss. You exchanged some words of encouragement before setting off to your usual after school spot.

There sat your party leader, Eddie, revved up, per usual. He had a big goofy grin on his face and you returned it. “Ah, Y/N, I hope you’re ready for what is about to come.” You stifled a low giggle and sat tall in your seat. “Now why wouldn’t I be, you think I’m scared?”

Eddie laughed heartily, patting your shoulder as he waited for the arrival of your party members.

When you all finally defeated Vecna, you felt like you were going to pass out. You could only wonder how the basketball game had gone.

Packing up your things you headed out of the barely lit school. Trying to spot Jason as people filed out of the gymnasium. Gareth had offered his place for celebration but you declined as the rest of the guys tagged along. Eddie took off to do whatever he did but you stood, waiting.

When at least ten minutes had passed you grew wary, maybe Jason was going to celebrate with his friends, its not like you could boss him around. You pushed yourself off the wall you were leaning against and began to make your way to the pay phone to call Gareth to come pick you up. As you picked up the phone you were pulled into a massive hug.

You smiled to yourself, feeling Jason’s nose press into your neck. He was so happy, his senior year was almost finished, his team had won their final game and the love of his life was in his arms. “I think I’m dreamin’ sweetheart.” Jason muttered into your ear.

You turned and cupped Jason’s face, he looked star struck. “Oh? Do you need me to pinch you?” Jason’s smile grew and he pulled you flush against his chest. “No I need you to kiss me.”

Slapping his arm, you wrapped your arms around Jason’s neck and pulled him in for a chaste kiss, pulling away as he chased your lips for more. Before you could come up with a comment to further tease him, you heard his friends call for him. The both of you jumped, trying to collect yourselves as Jason turned around and gave them an award winning smile, while you ducked your head and moved so they wouldn’t see you.

“Jason, we’re gonna head to Benny’s you comin’ or not? We invited some smokin’ cheerleaders.” Jason wrapped his arm around your shoulders, quickly coming up with a lie about going home to grab something and bring back more beers. Once the group pulled off, Jason turned his attention back to you.

“What do you wanna do baby?” Jason walked you to his car, his letterman thrown across your body. You climbed into his car, quickly warming up with the heater. “Mm anything really, we can hang for a while then you can go drink with your buddies if you want?” You smiled over at Jason, pulling his jacket closer to you.

“Nah, I don’t think I wanna celebrate with them this time. I oughta but, I think a championship deserves more than alcohol.” You giggled, wondering if Jason was as naive as he sounded. “Oh? What does a champion like you deserve that’s worth more than that?”

You wouldn’t push it just yet, waiting until you got home to go in for the biggest tease. “Mm not sure, beer does sound very valuable to a winner huh?”

Pulling into the driveway, you pretended to think about the question hangin in the air. Jason was quick to wrap his arm around you as he made his way to his room. Plopping down on his bed as you sat in front of him.

“I mean, if you really want to go with your teammates, it’ll be alright with me.” Good, why not play dumb, even with loads of sexual ideas piled in your mind. Why pass up on a perfect chance to finally have sex with your boyfriend? Under the guise of celebrating that is.

“No, I’d much rather spend time with you than them.” Jason smiled up at you, without a damn clue of the growing sexual tension. “I mean, I do have an idea on what we could do but as long as you’re okay with it.”

Jason was confused, you didn’t need his permission for an idea, it’s not like it was anything dangerous right? “Of course, you know I’m on board with all of your ideas.” It made your stomach flutter with nervousness.

You reached out to touch Jason’s knee, he cocked his head in confusion until you traced your fingers up his thigh. He swallowed, flushing with embarrassment as you gazed up at him through your lashes for approval. “Oh.. do you really want to..?”

Humming a soft ‘yes’ you tugged at his belt. Once Jason got the message, he quickly, and sloppily pulled it off. You pulled away, patting Jason’s legs so you could get into a lotus-esc position. “Take your khakis off.”

And Jason obeyed, sucking in a breath as you palmed him and reached into his boxers to grab his hard on. “You don’t have to Y/N..”

“Oh but I want to. You earned it Jason, enjoy it.” He nodded, jerking his hips into your hand as you began to slowly circle your thumb across his slit. He’d always thought about this moment, always imagined it being much more romantic than this but you both were already too far gone to start over.

You pulled Jason’s boxers down a bit further, going back to grab him. Hearing Jason’s breath hitch and shudder made you squirm in your pants. Dragging your fist up, you looked back up at Jason, watching as his face contorted.

He rested his head on you shoulder as your movements gained more fluidity. It was driving him insane, having you touching him so. Jason moaned into your ear as you gripped the base of his cock a little tighter. Fuck he didn’t if he was gonna last very long.

“Mm feels good. ‘So good to me.” Jason was surely drunk off of the pleasure. His words slurring was he grabbed your wrist and forearm. “M’ close.”

He bucked his hips up into your hand, knowing his release was going to hit him like a freight train. All he needed was your soft words of encouragement.

“Go ahead baby, I don’t mind.” You whispered into Jason’s shoulder, feeling him shiver before whining into your neck. You watched as cum dribbled down your knuckles and waited for Jason to catch his breath.

You pulled away, bringing your palm up to your mouth as you licked Jason’s release off of your skin. He groaned at the sight, before beginning to peel his shirt off. Encouraging you to do the same.

Jason pulled you back into his arms, beginning to press open mouthed kisses to your skin. You sighed say he dragged his teeth against your collarbone.

“We don’t have to have so much foreplay Jason.” If anything, foreplay was turning you off, you were already so riled up.

You laid down on Jason’s sheets, waiting for him to pull off your panties and his boxers. He was nervous, he didn’t wanna hurt you but he wanted you so much.

He pushed his tip into your already wet hole, trying not to moan as your pussy wrapped around his dick. You were wetter than he imagined, your sopping cunt was coating him in juices. It helped him push into you, his tip kissing your cervix as he fisted the sheets.

You let him know you were ready, and Jason began to drag his cock against your walls, forcing a soft moan out of your throat. He grabbed at your hips, trying to stabilize himself before he came too early.

He picked up a soft pace as you both got used to the feeling. Your soft whimpers and moans complimented his low grunts and pants. Jason was embarrassed, hearing loud, wet squelching come from your cunt as he picked up a deeper and harder pace.

You grabbed at his muscly arms, digging your nails into his skin as he thrusted into you. Gasping as he leaned foreword, angling your hips up to reach that extra sensitive part of your pussy.

“Mm baby, ‘feel so good, ‘love you so much.” Jason mumbled into your ear, finally letting out moans and whimpers as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Jason’s thrusts were sloppy and unpaced, he could withstand hours of practice for sports but he could not last when it came to you. All that leg power and stamina had gone down the drain when you moaned into Jason’s ear and and wrapped your arms around his back and bucked your hips up into his pelvis.

Happy trail stimulating your clit as you neared your orgasm. You pawed at Jason’s hand, attempting to push it between the two of you as he rocked the bed. You showed him what you wanted and threw your head back as Jason’s calloused thumb rubbed figure 8’s on your clit.

“Right there Jason-baby, ‘love you too.” You pulled back, kissing Jason as you clenched your thighs around his hips, trapping him in your pussy as you clenched around him and came. Your muscles twitched as you felt Jason pick up his pace just for a moment before pushing you up against the headboard.

Humping your hips as he came again. Once you released Jason, he pulled out, cum coating his dick as he did his best to gather all of the remaining juices leaking from your hole before pushing it all back in.

Jason laid right next to you, panting as he look up at you dreamily. “How was that for celebrating?” You giggled, watching Jason blush again.

“It was amazing sweetheart, you were amazing, I love you.” You smiled at Jason, pushing back hair that was sticking to his forehead. “I love you too.”

He wrapped an arm around your torso, pulling you close to him as he stared off into space. “What do you wanna do now?” You grinned cherishly at him.

Still so thickskulled. “Dunno, we could always go again, you did win two games in a row right?” You climbed on top of Jason, watching as his eyes blew wide open. “Whatever you want.”

#stranger things season 4 #stranger things x reader #jason carver #jason carver x reader #jason carver smut #spotfiy #one of these nights #eagles

[longsleeveleper]

Can’t put into words what finding Nurgle meant to me

Not long after Halloween I got chronically sick and was confined to my room with naught but my computer to keep me company. During that time I fell into Warhammer 40k via a let’s play of Dark Crusade and as a Warcraft 3 kid oh man love at first sight. I’d fall in love with fantasy later but that’s another story.

The funny thing is chaos isn’t my favorite faction, though it is one of them. My favorite faction is Orks. And the Death Guard aren’t my favorite chaos warband, it’s the Night Lords (yes yes edgelord I’m aware it’s what I’m here for). So I don’t really identify with Nurgle on a tribal level, I don’t love him because my favorite character or faction is Nurgle. I identify with Nurgle on a philosophical level, because of the value they had to me metaphysically.

Now let me clarify, I don’t want everyone to die of super-mega-pneumonia. Quite the opposite I want nobody to ever be sick because I now know for an absolute fact being sick SUCKS. But, I am sick, and I have been told I will be sick forever. This is where the value of Nurgle to me enters the picture.

Nurgle and Nurglite worshippers are the first time I can recall truly see people with diseases being represented with strength. It definitely want the first time such a thing was presented to me, but Nurgle is such a strong and repeated example of it that it I couldn’t ignore it. Because illness is strength for those who worship Nurglites. They are some of the most stubborn damn near impossible to kill just straight up fuck you try me durable. In mechanical terms being a nurglite will make you tougher to kill. Because they are sick, because being sick is a gift from their god to make them stronger. WOW!

There are so many further layers to my love of Nurgle. For one, Nurglites are described as being able to feel no pain. Now pain has an important biological function, but let me tell you, I have way too damn much of it. I haven’t been without pain for 13 years, I haven’t fully relaxed in 13 years, I haven’t been able to think without a dagger in my head in 13 fucking years. So the notion of feel no pain has quite the appeal to me, even if on a rational level I understand that feeling no pain would be it’s own dire problem.

There’s also how the Death Guard fall to Nurgle, where so much pain and suffering is inflicted on them to the point they begged on someone anyone to take the pain away. And yeah Nurgle is the guy who made them feel away, he is evil remember. But hey I’ve been there! I have begged and pleaded and prayed to doctors to please do something anything to make the pain stop, to make me feel better. And you know what? At least the death guard got a fucking answer. I’m still in pain! No one’s answered my prayers. So I understand the utter desperation of a situation like that.

But speaking of what Nurgle does let’s talk about him! Grandfather Nurgle, that’s his title, because that’s his demeanor. He’s a doting fatherly god who loves and cares for his worshippers, giving onto them lovely gifts. Sure, those gifts are horrific diseases. But he’s one of the few deities to show anything close to benevolence in the entire setting of 40k. A lot of his followers follow suit as well. Whether it be the jovial Great Unclean Ones, the feral shitkid nurglings, the Beasts of Nurgle who are literally described as puppylike, or an amicable friendly cultists who smiles at you through rotting teeth a lot of Nurgle’s followers are *happy*. The notion of finding happiness even in a setting as terribly horribly bleak as 40k inspires me to hope I can find happiness in our much happier reality.

There are many, many things I love and adore. So many things that have meant the world to me, that have taught me something that isn’t irreplaceable. But when I chose to get a tattoo I picked the Mark of Nurgle. Because to me, that symbol means love, but it’s also something that will never ever not be a part of me. It means acceptance of where I am and who I am. It’s an attempt to salvage what strength I can from a situation that has rendered me weak. So whenever I need to remind myself of that meaning I touch my tattoo, and I try to embody what Nurgle means to me. My illness isn’t something I can beat. But it’s something I can endure.

#nurgle #warhammer fantasy #warhammer 40k #chronically ill #chronic pain #sickness #illness tw #physical illness #disease

[connectionterminated13]

I come to ask about space AU? Consider my curiosity highly piqued lol

Hurray I get to talk!!

So first things first William and Henry own a small entertainment station. Basically Fredbears mixed with the pizza plex. It orbits a larger station called hurricane that just kind of like floats around Earth. William lives On hurricane and Suffers from a space disease which is slowly making him Rot well still alive and turned purple, Also throw up his organs... It also might make him more angry and violent... But it makes him live forever.... And he might have passed it down to his kids.... But it's probably fine.... William keeps this very secret because one he'd probably be thrown off of the station or forced to get some kind of medical treatment Which means no more immortality!! Which he is not doing. So he just uses medicine to stave off the nasty effects.

As for the Afton kids I think Michael is the only one who's full human Liz and Evan being mixes with aliens because of course William Would. And Henry and Charlie are aliens completely. I think instead of like ghost and stuff it's people's consciousness is being Uploaded into robots... I also think William starts killing kids here becathe medicine that makes his freaky space disease not make him throw up his own organs while still alive is made from child's blood. And yeah it's basically just FNAF but in space :3

#fnaf #fnaf au

[potatomountain]

To Love A Monster Ch 1

Typhon

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: there will be potential triggers for anxiety and mental illnesses all throughout this story. Not all characters are nice at first.

AN: so here is chapter one! I'm super happy to finally post it :) this is a slow burn, and has a slow plot, focusing more on MC and her growth, so there might be some chapters that don't involve any of the boys at all just FYI. That said, I hope you will love this story regardless &lt;3

This is a work of fiction, in particular Fan fiction, and in no way is this a representation or an accurate depiction of ATEEZ or any other idols/people used for this work.

Any feedback is always appreciated and adored! Comment on the masterlist to be added to the taglist &lt;3

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"What is wrong with you?"

People ask me that all the time and I would wonder the same.

I'm everything people warn their children about. Everything they are afraid of. They tell you to be a good kid so you don't get cursed by Typhon. Even after years of being around, people like me are still considered diseased, evil, cursed. If you interact with us, you'll have bad luck or you'll die or someone close to you will get hurt- or you're forever damned.

They're nothing more than superstitions, but ones people believe even after research has proved them wrong. Yet hearing it my whole life, it's hard not to believe it.

That I am nothing more than what they say.

Monster. Freak. Weird. Disgusting. Cursed. Mutant. Damned.

I've kept my head down, dying my hair a more natural color nearly weekly to cover up the unnatural blue violet the fine strands are. I wore sunglasses even indoors to hide the unnatural slitted pupils and bright flecks in my irises. Hats were my friend as they hid the points of my ears when I couldn't get them glued to a more human shape.

Even now, staring at the reflection of myself in the window, with all my inhuman qualities covered… I still felt out of place, and wished for nothing more than the earth to swallow me whole. Hell was where 'my kind' belonged if you believed the masses.

Most of the time I wondered if they were right.

The hushed whispers around me were normal, nearby tables in the Cafe watching with bated breath as I brought my teacup to my lips. Some sighed with relief, others in disappointment, as I had no fangs or extra teeth for them to spot. Even with the hat and glasses, it was still obvious I was not human.

"Are you wearing enough layers?" Across from me, my father was eyeing the hoodie and zip up I wore despite the late summer weather just outdoors. Those like me either ran too hot, or too cold, and were easy to pick out in a crowd.

I shrugged, setting the cup down and turning my attention to the distinguished researcher that was my father. One would think the look of concern in his gaze was one for his daughter, but no- he was simply concerned about his prized research. "I don't run that much colder, this is enough." Shifting slightly in my seat, I eyed the elder man behind my shades, tilting my head to the side. "Is there a reason you wanted to meet like this, instead of the lab, Doctor?"

He stiffened at the title, looking around as if anyone would be concerned with recognizing him when in reality they were too busy gawking at me. There was a reason those like me weren't common to see, no one liked being stared at like a circus freak everywhere they went. "I didn't want to talk about this in the lab."

"And what is it? That you want to talk about?" Confusion dripped in my tone. He may be my father but I could hardly recall anything fatherly he had done. Not like in the shows and books I've indulged in- or the typical familial relationships I see on the streets. He was my father in name and DNA only, but he only cared about the parts of me that weren't even human DNA.

Clearing his throat he stiffened. "Well… I hadn't mentioned it beforehand but I had been seeing someone, romantically, and recently I had proposed marriage…" He grew bashful, which I found unlike him.

"I don't see why who you date or marry is my concern, Doctor." I mumbled, looking down to my tea. "You and my mother had a strictly business relationship that ended once I was of legal age to move out." I continued matter-of-factly, as if it actually pertained to the situation.

He shook his head and leaned forward. "You are my world, Ty, so I want it to be your concern." His lips pulled into a smile beneath the freshly trimmed mustache of his, but I didn't return the smile. "In fact, I want you both to get along. As this is a personal matter, between father and daughter, that's why I wanted to talk to you outside of the lab."

Despite this being perhaps the most touching moment between us, I could only nod, bringing the tea up to my lips again.

Taking that as agreement from me, he continued on. "She is excited to meet you as well, so much so she wanted to invite you to dinner at our house. Tonight, at seven. It will be just us four."

He stopped when I bristled at his words, slowly bringing the tea back down. "Four?"

"Ah- her youngest son will also be joining us."

Suddenly tea didn't sound so good. I fought off the wave of emotion, the anxiety and fear that wanted to grip my chest and take full force. It was only due to a comment from the young kid at the table over I realized I had not done a very good job.

"Mommy… her cheeks are blue."

My father had heard it as well, and while normally he would take this opportunity to delve into the intricacies of my blood and what I was, this was not the lab and it was not the time. Gently he reached over, placing a much warmer hand on my cold one. "Ty?"

"I'll be there at seven… Dad." Clearing my throat I stood up, pulling the zip up hoodie closer over my chest and scurrying out of the Cafe with a quickness.

Out of habit I easily dodged the foot traffic outside the downtown Cafe, heading for the subway to head home. I hated this part of the city, but I was here once or sometimes twice a week for my father. I was lucky he allowed me to live in a more secluded apartment complex in a less busier part of the city, but really I didn't have much of a choice.

Not all apartment complexes would allow a Typhon to live in their building, even in one of the more progressive cities in the world towards Typhon's alike. Or maybe it was simply a capitalistic thing? With more and more Typhon's being born every five years, companies saw a new market to monopolize: Typhon's.

Not exactly fully human, there were plenty of human goods that were worthless to us. Contacts dissolved in our eyes, and hair dye would fade faster than normal humans. Typhon's couldn't mask their qualities until they were about ten years of age, but for those that had extra appendages or limbs- those stayed and made clothes and other products harder to find.

Our nearly all meat diet also was something to capitalize on.

My father was no different, a scientist that saw an opportunity of progress and he created one himself. He created me.

And yet I was the one who had to live among the other humans and try to pretend that I was one of them, even as I stood on the subway waiting in a marked spot just for Typhons as we weren't even allowed to share the same train cart as humans.

This world didn't want to accept me or my kind, and it had a harsh history of this prejudice. Only difference was that we weren't entirely human, and that seemed to just fuel the human's egotistical agenda that they were the superior race even more.

Stepping onto the train, I barely acknowledged the two other Typhon's already there, both on either end of the car. One was smaller and more bundled than I was, while the other was larger and more intimidating, not even bothering to hide the yellow eyes he had narrowed on my form. I sat between them, dead center of the car and pulled my phone out to mindlessly scroll on social media.

Some platforms were so full of anti-Typhon hate they weren't even worth going on, while others I just had to worry about the Typhon focused ads.

Ad after ad of targeted products or mindless propaganda, but I only really carried about the news. A habit I had picked up on, as whatever was big in the Typhon world would usually influence my father's research with me.

The U.S have begun their Typhon classification system based on the general Typhon qualities to decide government funding and shelters, as well as any harmful Typhon's to be isolated.

Great- as if Typhon's needed more separation and repression.

With 2023 just around the corner, the next Typhon year, the United Kingdom, as well as Japan and perhaps Korea, have cut prices and increased funding for more birth control to ensure less Typhon births and overall deaths in 2023. In regards to this, U.S have officially passed a federal law that allows all and any abortions during a Typhon year to prevent casualties of new mothers.

I stopped scrolling, staring at the article with a sneer. The first Typhon year had been 1988, the wave of immense and uncategorized energy that resulted in the Typhon phenomenon had been released during the summer. The second wave happened in 1993, in the late fall, and the third 1998, the summer once more. It was the third wave that had proved my father's theory of this phenomenon happening every five years.

And now people were using this theory as a means to avoid a Typhon child? I could understand, to an extent. Only half of the children survived the birth, the other half born Typhon, and most of the mothers died in childbirth. It didn't matter how far along a mother was, once the wave of energy engulfed the earth, within a week the mother was in labor and giving birth to a fully developed child or miscarrying in a nearly fatal way.

The mother's that survived usually ended up in poor health. My own lost her ability to have kids, and had suffered spinal damage and had to undergo physical therapy to learn to walk again. And that was the better side of side effects and survival.

Even so- to be that afraid, even governments and religions were putting aside all agendas in an attempt to prevent more Typhon's from existing.

Am I so wrong to exist?

If this news was anything to go by… yes I was.

It took everything I had to hold the tears at bay. I pulled both hoods over my head and lowered it despite the only two around being two more Typhons.

It was barely even noon and I knew today wasn't going to be easy, not if I had to deal with that dinner. I was already having a hard time keeping my mask up and my emotions from slipping through. With the added bonus of meeting who would be my step mother and step brother for the first time, despite only hearing about them this morning, I was sure of it.

Still, once home in my apartment, the heat cranked high enough I had no need for my sweaters, I curled into the nest on my bed and hoped some rest would balance my hormones enough for the already grueling dinner ahead of me.

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I had rarely actually been to my Father's home, one of the nicer, more secure apartment complexes not far from his work. It was a building that monitored it's guests closely, and my father would always have to personally escort me from the lobby to his apartment. He was standing there, in one of his nicer dress slacks and shirt, with a strained smile at my own appearance.

I didn't like dresses, they were usually far too flimsy to keep me warm, but he had wanted me to dress up. The thick stockings kept my legs as warm as they could with the knee high boots, a thick cardigan barely kept me from shivering as I walked over to him.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into a sideways hug. "There she is. Jisoo is eager to meet you, she even roped her son into helping with dinner. He's around your age I believe."

I simply nodded, letting him pull me towards the elevators as the security and front desk attendee both glowered at me. Out of habit I pulled my beanie down more, eyes downcast even if they were hidden behind the shades. The shades alone probably gave me away.

My father rambled on about his now Fiance, and it was the first time I had ever heard him talk so highly of someone who wasn't one of his team of researchers. By the time we reached his apartment I was already tired of hearing praises of the woman and her sons, which she had two of.

I couldn't imagine having siblings, how was I supposed to treat these two sons of hers if my father would continue to insist I get along with them? What were their opinions on Typhon's? Would they even want to associate with me?

My nerves were tying themselves into knots and I hoped I could keep the anxiety at bay long enough to have a normal dinner. Maybe I could delude myself into treating this as a family dinner.

"Don't be nervous, Jisoo is going to love you Ty, I promise." My father reassured me once more at his door, removing the hat and sunglasses and soothing down my cardigan nervously. His own nerves didn't help mine, despite his words of encouragement.

Once there was nothing more to fret over, he ushered me inside. I could never get over how grand his apartment was, his achievements plastered on the walls and all the awards he had won for his ingenious research into Typhons on display for any guests he might have. However I quickly noticed a feminine touch in the air, my gaze capturing several small things that just solidified it wasn't just his home any more.

"Jisoo? I brought her." My father called out next to me, motioning for me to step past the living space and head for the dining hall.

I stepped in hesitantly, biting down on my lip as I spotted the two new presences that would be constant in my life if my father had his way. "You two are just in time! We're almost done setting up the table." The woman in a nice black cocktail dress looked up from the other side of the table, her eyes locking onto mine and rooting me into place. She smiled wider, brightening her features in a way I was not used to being looked at. People didn't smile at me kindly, even my father's were often forced, so why her? "San dear, say hello."

The broad back that had been facing me turned at the woman's urging, but this time when his eyes met mine I got the reaction I was used to. He stiffened, stumbling away from me several inches until he was leaning back against the table, sharp eyes wide now like a cat's and the color draining from his tan skin.

I knew I looked like a human, in every aspect except the slitted pupils and brighter eyes, and the pointed ears. I forced a smile to try and ease his obvious discomfort, but he just snarled.

Yes, this was the reaction I expected.

"San! Don't be so rude!!" The woman leaned over and hit his shoulder a few times roughly, huffing her frustration. "I want you two to get along, you'll be step siblings soon enough."

My father ignored us both and moved around the table to wrap his arms around JiSoo's waist, placing a kiss on her cheek. "Let them be dear, they'll have plenty of chances to get close."

San shook his head, but he seemed to be composing himself as he stood up straighter and away from the table. "No one told me she's a Typhon."

"Doesn't matter, she's more than human enough." Jisoo whined at him before turning her attention back to me. "Please, sit, I have so many questions. Your father enjoys talking about you and his research often, but I want to hear about you-"

I hesitated, looking between the oddly sweet woman and the expectedly cautious son of hers. I could see the resemblance, and both were beautiful. Both were human. It was a sharp look my father sent my way that had me moving to take the seat Jisoo motioned towards.

"That's better." She took her own seat at the round table, my father to her right and my left, with San on the other side. I was well aware he had moved his chair a bit closer to his mother. He made the distance more obvious by scooting his plate even further from mine. "Now, a lot of these are heavy on the meat so do tell me if you like them. Your father says you don't have a particular favorite."

"That's right."

"Oh she can speak. Wow." Jisoo sent a glare in her son's direction at his comment, but he seemed to brush it off and moved to start eating.

Jisoo smacked his hand away. "Of course she can. She gets to eat first, stop being rude."

"Why does she get the special treatment?" I started to tune out San and his comments, instead reaching for the water to hopefully ease my nerves.

"Because it's her first time eating with us and I'm sure she is scared and even more nervous than you are."

I nearly choked on the water at her words, coughing as I set it down and pounded my fist to my chest a few times. It was enough to have three pairs of eyes on me the next second. "Sorry but… please don't concern yourself with me. Can we talk about something else? How did you meet Doc- I mean my father?"

Seemingly pleased with the topic change, Jisoo and the man in question shared a look. "Well for work. I contacted him about some of the research he had been doing about three years back. You see, I run Ty-Goods, one of the Typhon oriented supply companies. With so many products out there that aren't useful to Typhon's, I wanted to make products specifically for them so they could experience life a bit easier."

I turned my attention to my father but he was watching Jisoo with an expression of awe. "What was the research? And the product?" I turned my attention back to the woman, reaching for the first dish that caught my eye. I wasn't particularly hungry but if I didn't eat soon, San may glare a hole into my head.

Jisoo tilted her head in thought. "His research into their diet I believe. While it's well known meat is the primary part of their diet, I wanted to find other things. It seems most foods are edible but in small doses, yet he had expressed his interest in drinks. From what I understand, fruits are hard to digest? As well as heavy spices and herbs?"

I nodded slowly, thinking about that particular year. My stomach hadn't been too happy about all the things I was eating and drinking, and how detailed I had to describe every effect they had, both good and bad. However, his research in that regard had led to discovering a formula that helped make most of those foods digestible. "I can't handle spicy or heavy foods often. And tea I couldn't hold down… wait, you said Ty-goods? Didn't you come out with an entire brand of tea for Typhon's? It's even popular in cafes now."

Both Jisoo and my father beamed at my question, the former nodding enthusiastically. "Yes! I hear that you enjoy it often."

I thought back to this morning and nodded. "Yes, I have a cup every morning and one before bed."

"Splendid!" Jisoo took over the conversation the most as we ate, picking my brain over every dish I tried. It occurred to me that she was using me as a guinea pig for more products, but I didn't mind. Helping my father with research helped all Typhons, and if helping Jisoo with feedback supplied more Typhon-oriented products, I was happily giving my feedback.

She would also ask her son about the dishes, wanting to cater to both human and Typhon it seemed. The conversation stayed on that for most of the dinner, at least until we had begun to clean up.

I was once more caught off guard when Jisoo called out to me… by my name. My shock must have shown, her brows pulling together in concern. "I wanted to know if you would be more comfortable without the mask?"

Mask, or masking. A term used to describe a Typhon showing their more human side. It was also called glamor or camouflage but my father and those in the business usually referred to it this way.

"I don't think that's a good idea." I quickly shot her down, pulling my cardigan tighter around my torso. "You may be alright with the fact I am a Typhon, but he isn't." I pointed my chin at her son who hadn't really said anything towards me tonight making his aversion of Typhon's obvious.

San prickled at the turn in conversation, shaking his head. "And I wouldn't. Like hell I want to whatever grotesque-" He cried out as his mother hit him upside the back of his head. "Hey!"

"She isn't grotesque!"

"How would you know?!"

"I've seen pictures!"

The two began to bicker once more and again I tuned them out, focusing on trying to keep my emotions in check. However, that was easier said than done. I felt the mask slip with each raised tone and insult used. First my cheeks felt warmer, no doubt the light dusting of blue and intricate pattern of a deeper violet marring the skin there. I knew the pattern ran down the length of my back and thighs, the tingling of my now sensitive skin as it brushed against the fabric of the dress was becoming too much too fast.

My stomach twisted with nerves, their muttered whispers louder in my ears than they should be. Covering my ears, I whimpered and stepped back, reaching my limit. "Please stop."

Despite shutting my eyes, I could feel their gazes. Jisoo and her son both seemed to gasp, seeing the blue of my cheeks for the first time. "Oh wow- that's beautiful."

I couldn't remember ever being called that before, eyes shot open with surprise as I looked at the perpetrator. Jisoo was watching me in awe, hands pressed against her chest. But San? I expected disgust, yet I found none of it in his expression despite how openly he was gawking. He looked away first, mumbling something under his breath before grabbing the plate of dishes and scurrying off to the kitchen.

Jisoo and my father shared a look, and matching grins, before looking towards me. "There is one last piece of news we wanted to talk with you about."

I took a few apprehensive steps back, my spine tingling. "What is it?"

Jisoo stepped around the table, reaching out and motioning for my hands. Everything this woman did was throwing me for a loop, it just didn't make sense to me. Pure curiosity had me lowering my hands into her open ones, staring at the pale skin of mine compared to her tanned, the black of my nails a stark contrast. She gripped them tightly, drawing my attention back to her face.

"You see, San lives with me currently but I'm selling my home and moving in with your father now that we are to be married-"

I didn't like where this was going.

My father stepped up, placing a hand on her back. "I don't have the space for him, nor did we think he would like living with us. So… you have an extra room, we decided to-"

"To have him live with me?" I pulled my hands away from Jisoo's and instead pulled my cardigan closer. "When? For how long?" I couldn't help the quiver in my voice.

They shared a look, and I was already beginning to hate that. "Starting next week… and until we are married. We already talked it over with San, and agreed to get him his own place if he cooperates."

"Why can't you do that now?" Hissing, I took a few more steps back, resisting the intense urge to discard my clothes that were just too much on my sensitive skin now. "It's not just about a place to live is it?"

"We want you both to get along before we tie the knot, that's all." My father urged, but I could sense the underlying order.

This was another test he was doing, but this time it wasn't entirely for me. How would I manage living with a human? And could someone who clearly has a distaste for Typhon's warm up in close quarters to one?

This was all too much, yet I couldn't say no. My apartment was my father's. My life was my father's. I could only live as I did- because of my father.

My shoulders slumped and my head fell forward. "Okay… can I go now? This was… a lot. I'll have the spare room ready for San in time I promise."

I turned and left the dining hall the moment they both nodded, not even bothering to say goodbye to San.

I didn’t think he would want to. Besides, we were going to see each other much more than either one of us would like.

The entire way home I thought of the man with the broad shoulders and sharp features I could still picture twisted with displeasure at my mere presence. It was only due to my father’s message that I even had a time frame for how long I would have to suffer my soon-to-be step-brother’s presence in my home.

Nine months to a year… yet I didn’t think we would manage a week.

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez ot8 #ateez san #tlam #to love a monster #mutant reader #ateez mutant au

[mrsnancywheeler]

a while ago @nomorespahgetti mentioned eddie and muse were vampire empire coded and I wholeheartedly agree and felt like dissecting it rn so here we go

"i see you as you see yourself through all the books you read" for me this represents the way eddie thinks he sees her (he doesn't) but he pays attention, he understands in her in what she listens to, reads, but he doesn't really understand it. he thinks he sees her but he doesn't. and it goes around the same way, she doesn't really see him even if she thinks she does

"overwhelmed with guilt and realizing the disease" she feels so guilty for being with eddie when technically she's billy's girl (even if that situation is confusing) and for feeling like she's hurting eddie even though she's told him they'll never be together and she'll always pick billy (500 days of summer core). slowly she's realizing that neither of these relationships are fruitful or sustainable, but she lets them continue. eventually she gives billy an ultimatum right before the big tour but she doesn't even stay true to that, during the time of the tour she stays with billy even when the cycle mostly continues. she tells eddie it will never be him when he asks and yet she'll take him back every time he thinks he can change her mind because she needs to feel wanted.

"you give me chills, I've had it with the drills" chills being what she experiences when eddie finally gives up not just on being with her, but also being there for her. it's really a terrifying time for her because her whole world is falling apart. but eddie has had it with the repetitive cycle of aching for her to not just love him, but love him more than billy and choose him first. he's done with the drills.

"I am empty till she fills, alive until she kills" eddie is longing for her love until she gives it and feels on top of the world until she inevitably goes back to billy. deep down he knows it will happen, but it breaks him every single time.

"I see you there rejecting all your earthly power" she knows eddie would treat her better than billy, that she could so easily stop with cycle and just be with eddie. but she refuses to do so.

"protecting and dissecting till you've emptied every hour" her endless talks about all the things billy's said and how that's made her feel, how it's altered her, his words fill the void even when he's not there. eddie is there to make her feel worthy, like she's more than just a groupie, like she's lovable"

"you lay upon my pillow and you open like a flower, I wanted to see you naked, I wanted to hear you scream, wanted to kiss your skin, and your everything" the times they're intimate together and vulnerable. she lets eddie have that part of her, express himself through that to express that she does love him even if it's not how she loves billy. and eddie wants to be that way with her all the time.

"I wanted to be your woman, I wanted to be your man, I wanted to be the one that you could understand" she does want eddie (not like she wants billy and I believe if billy gave up on her and was with someone else she would pick eddie but that's not for now) she wants to be loved, and even if she doesn't really say it she wants the traditional idea, to be someone's girl in a way that means they belong to each other and end up together forever, marriage, kids, all of it. and that's what eddie wants from her too, but there's billy. there's always billy and the fact they've both idealized versions of each other that aren't true. they don't really understand each other.

"where you can't seem to hold me, can't seem to let me go" she doesn't commit to eddie, but completely breaks down when he leaves and doesn't call. when he rejects her it breaks her, but she'll still pick billy.

"you turn me inside out and then you want the inside in, you spin me all around and then you ask me not the spin" this is billy and all his constantly changing expectations for her, but also eddie letting her live the fantasy that she's said isn't what she'll choose but then losing it when she still doesn't want it.

"you wanna be with me, you wanna be with him" yk

so yeah eddie and muse are literally this song

#wanda 💋 #billy dunne #billy dunne x reader #eddie roundtree #djats x reader

[dairy-farmer]

Back at it again with my dropping Ficlet propts/question/thingies in you ask booooox~

But! Here we are! And consider~ what do you get when you combine Tim Puss (delightful) with Bat independence and paranoia(not delightful) AND that good, good Wayne CEO type money?

A "streamlined" sex process! "Efficiency", if you will! Letting OTHER PEOPLE? See him NAKED and VULNERABLE? Not in THIS good Bat household! They could be diseased! Or reporters! Or BOTH! Might even be some convoluted scheme to knock him up by Ra's, who STILL has not let that idea go and is STILL being weird about it!

Hmmmm, yeah, no thank you! He has vigilante ass kicking to do.

Yet? He also would like The Orgasms. He USED to have Trusted Teammates for that. USED too. Things are still weird with Kon and Bart. And Cassie? No. Things are to complicated. He wants fun not FEELINGS.

So he makes do at first. Usual things. But THEN? He saves this really sweet dominatrix from the Riddler and takes her home while the others put Nygma back in jail... and??? What are THOSE? He spends like... an HOUR learning about ALL the Interesting Options that exsist out there because apparently? Her Sub works for a retailer! They get a discount.

Which? He, Timothy Drake-Wayne, will not need~

But that Sybian? Oh hell yes he will. If it works out, he might buy one for every safe house. He's a Wayne. They DO have "Fuck You" money, after all, why NOT go big? But of course... "unusual purchases" a thing that is Forever Flagged on all cards of the monetary kind~

Bruce is paranoid and also pathologically incapable of just TALKING to his kids unless someone has nearly died recently. So really... how ELSE is he supposed to feel like a part of their lives and know what they're up too? Support them?

Get THERAPY? Talk to them on the PHONE? He'd give them AND himself a heart attack. Probably die. No thank you. No, no, boundaries stomping and stalking it is. I snoop because I caaaare~ now excuse me while I check your credit cards....

Which leads him to his current problem. He sits at his computer and cold sweats. Rereads the line. May.....maybe it's for an investigation? Surely. His stoic baby boy is not... not doing The Sex...

BUT WHAT IF HE IS??! With WHO? T..This would SUGGEST-... But can he be CERTAIN?! What if it's KINKY sex!? Oh god. Tim, no! This isn't like you! ( :T ya, let's go with that Bruce. That's DEFINITELY the truth as far as Tim wants You, his Mentor, to be aware off. What is this *checks medical text book* Pe Nis, you speak off? *Bats Bambi eyes while the teammates he has 1000% slept with look on incredulously*) Who is putting you up to this?!

Bat Gasp! What if they're PRESSURING him into this? Those BASTARDS. Bruce will BREAK them! *seethes in Bat Fury* But how can he get Tim to confide in him? *begins plotting*

And it SPIRALS. Because Bruce forgets to close his " research" (stalking) meaning? Who still lives with him? That's right! Damian wanders in, wondering why his father is Losing His Shit(tm). Snoops. Goes "ha, ha, Drake needs sex toys! Wait.... what IS a... *googles* *puts dots together* *was unaware but now is SO HYPER AWARE IT PHYSICALLY HURTS* Oh. Oh No."

Because now he CANT stop imagining it? It HAUNTS him. Not just the Thought of Tim ON the device... but the ways Damian could TORMENT him with it. Conquer him with it. Tie him up and watch him fall apart. See his defiant, mulish expression crumble to teary eyed begging. Make him suck Damian. Maybe leave him there ANYWAY! A...and he could... could- *genetic AL Ghul desire to defeat your greatest rival, fuck them, then preferably put a baby in them: Unlocked*

Now of course... TWO different Bats are acting Sus. Dick notices. Bruce? Meh, it's Tuesday. But Damian too? What has transpired here? He goes digging. Can't find anything. He should ask Tim. He swings by. Maybe this could be a could chance to mend some fences, unburn a few of those bridge...s..... *gets EYEFUL* OH.

And Tim? Holy shit the motors on this thing. The WORLD could end and he wouldn't notice right then. He's making noises he'll never admit too. It's his third time TODAY. He's a MESS. Does not notice Dick buffering in the doorway. Or backing out quietly.

Dick... goes home. Calmly takes a shower. Turns off his phone. Drags out the case from beneath his bed. And goes to TOWN on himself like he's trying to break something. It was one thing to know... intellectually... but? He has NEVER wanted to pound someone in half so badly in his LIFE.

And just? The shenanigans? Bruce confronting Tim. Him managing to convince JASON there is some creep out there pressuring "straight laced little Timmy" into depraved KINKY sex he's not comfortable with ("oh if only his big strong brother Jason would saaaave him" he's probably saying, crying into his pillows, as the imagined asshole boyfriend drinks cheap beer. "I'm so sad and scaaaared. He's hurting me and no one caaaares. He's gonna put a baby in me then skip town! Has fifteen other lovers on the side!") So of course *gun noises* No Today, Satan!

Them showing up while Tim is NAKED. Dick trying to head them off. Damian there because he's TOTALLY here to help and not oggle the puss, really. No one is letting Tim up to "storm off". That's not why he wants up! He's STILL ON THE SYBIAN YOU ASSHOLES! But they keep yelling over each other and interrupting HIM until? Oops! Nother orgasm~ this time with an AUDIENCE.

It's the best and worst day of Tim's life. He's had dreams like this. But NOW? Bruce is CONVINCED. Tim is baffled. Somehow even Dick has bought into it. Apparently the crappy kinky sex boyfriend that never was... has started conditioning his body for exhibitionism? General lewdness? Tim can't get a clear answer over the outrage.

But he is informed he Does Not Need the man. Must leave him at once. He isn't treating Tim properly and people who act like this don't TRUELY love him. Not like they do.

You know what? Fuck it, thinks Tim. Who's day has been weird, sexy, unsexy, and might be Really Awesome in just a few moments. Go big or go home. Witness Me. *teary Bambi eyes* "But... but he DOES love me~ and... and I would be So Alone with out him! He's right, no one could EVER want someone like meeee~~~"

And holy shit that actually works. Thank God they're pretty, because all these men are dumb as hell. He's gonna have to invent a fake scumbag ex. Maybe lead it back to Ra's. But first? His bed room is THAT way and he is but a poor waifish thing~ in need of love and fuckies~ pay attention to him.

tim being all 'im poor sad little slut 🥺 a poor sweet little boy that just needs attention 🥺 and love 🥺 and fuckies in my pussy 🥺🥺🥺' and using it to manipulate his family because they sabotage and ruin his other opportunities to get dick is so good 😭😭😭!!!!1

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[scxrletwitches]

“Now is the portion where I bring it down in order to bring it back up, here we go. That kid that shot up the University of Santa Barbara a couple of years ago -- I know, it’s hard to keep them straight, America, but this one was different, because this kid wrote a whole manifesto about how women don’t pay attention to him and don’t sleep with him and this is what they deserve. That guy that shot up that Asian strip mall in Atlanta, he had a whole interview about how women don’t sleep with him and he’s alone and this is what they deserve. So this next part, I’m going to be as clear as possible, because this is a Netflix special, and what I say next will be translated into hundreds of languages, and I want to be succint and I want to be loud and I want to be clear, so here we go. Gentlemen, if you are not having sex, and we are not talking a dry spell, we’re not talking you’re a little shy, we’re not talking “Your Aunt Sheila did a number on me, I gotta take a knee”. We’re not talking you swiped right, she had a tail, you didn’t know it till the Awesome Blossom came. We are talking, if you don’t have sex and the narrative of your life is that you are not having sex because women are bitches, women are whores, you’re a nice guy and you deserve better -- that is nature’s way of saying you should not be having sex for you failed to adapt and evolve and there should be no more of your kind. If you can’t figure it out. And I understand, women cheer for that, most men do. Some men are reserved, I get that. I’m a girl, I’m not one of you. And you don’t know, “I don’t want to cheer for that. Bros before hos, I’m leaving behind my guys. I can’t do that.” Yes, leave them! Leave the diseased portion of your herd that is broken! They’re giving you a bad name. We believe you are good. Come with us for snacks and sex and good looking babies. And gentlemen, if it still makes you uncomfortable, I get it. It might make you more comfortable to note that I stole that idea from a man... named Charles Darwin. You can Wikipedia it, okay? It’s just evolution and adapting.”

        -- Iliza Shlesinger: Hot Forever 2022 Netflix Special

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