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[bekkachaos]

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#5

you showed me everything underneath the stars (put your handprint on my heart)

Just a little fic set somewhere after 4x12

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Michael paced the floor, it felt like all he could do.

Alex sat looking pale and breathing heavy. The dark tendrils were climbing his skin like rising water threatening to replace all the air around him, he knew he was drowning and all he could do was gulp for air. Kyle had the stethoscope to his chest and a hard line on his mouth. For a doctor, he didn't have the greatest poker face.

Maybe that's just because it was Alex sitting in front of him, and he was racking the darkest corners of his brain for anything that he could do to reverse the damage that had been done.

And Michael could see it in his eyes, in the way he checked the results of the blood test for the fourth time as though it would show him something new, show him that Alex hadn't crossed the line between 'we can bring him back' and 'we can make him comfortable'.

Alex already knew it, he didn't need to see the deepening furrow in Kyle's brow, hear the grinding of Michael's teeth as he took quick steps past him, back and forth, back and forth. He had known it before they had made it out of the pocket dimension. He knew enough about radiation poisoning to recognise the signs.

Finally, maybe after having spent some time arguing with himself internally, Kyle stepped up and away from the computer. He put his hands on his hips and bit down on his lip, looking away from Alex as Michael honed in on him. He stood before him with pleading eyes, swallowing the lump of fear and inevitability in his throat.

"Is Evans still... has he recovered yet?" he asked quietly, and Michael felt his stomach drop.

There would only be one reason for Kyle to ask about Max at a time like this. This wasn't something a human doctor - even one that's dabbled extensively in alien biology - could fix.

Max had been so weak after they'd defeated Clyde, it had almost drained him dry and taken everything in him to fight him off. Healing Liz, saving Rosa, that took so much out of him, and Michael felt himself grinding his teeth again because no, Max hadn't recovered, and even Michael knew how much it would take to heal Alex.

He didn't have to answer, almost like Kyle could read his mind. Kyle nodded, a slow dip of his head and a look back to Alex.

"I... you were exposed for a long time," he said finally, this time it was Alex's turn to nod.

It was a soft understanding thing, a smile playing lightly on his lips because he had known for a while that he was dying, and he knew it was going to hurt Kyle more than him if he had to say the words out loud.

He was dying. He was going to die from this.

Unless Max was back to full strength soon, Alex would die.

"You did the best you could," he said, and Kyle scoffed, shaking his head as he stepped back towards him.

"Only you could be trying to comfort me in this situation," he said. "I didn't do anything, Alex. There's nothing..."

"Hey," Alex said, reaching out and putting his clammy hand over Kyle's white knuckles. "You did, you did more than anyone should have ever asked you to."

Kyle took Alex's hand in his and held it tight a moment, dropping his eyes and failing at trying to hide the tremble of his lip as he sucked in a deep breath through his nose and coughed to get the stabbing feeling out of his throat.

"It's not enough," he said.

They stayed like that for a lingering look, plenty unsaid between them, and it didn't have to be said. They knew, without words they knew what the other would say.

I'm sorry we drifted apart when we were kids, I'm sorry that's my fault.

I'm glad we made up for it these last few years, I'm glad you're in my life, and I'm sorry I'm leaving.

Michael stood watching them and it was like he was frozen in place, neither of them said anything, but it was clear as the starry sky over the mountains outside, they were saying goodbye.

"I um, I'll go talk to the others," Kyle said, finally pulling his hands away and turning to Michael with glassy eyes. "I'll go check on Evans."

As he took a step to leave Michael stepped in front, putting a hand to his chest to stop him.

"There's got to be more mist," he said in a desperate breath. "Or Liz can make some more."

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#4

Of course he took Michael's name, Michael has been Alex's escape from being a Manes since they were kids, and they're finally making it official 💕

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#2

doin' something unholy

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otherwise known as Buck posts a thirst-trap TikTok and Eddie likes it a little too much.

It was one of those that started innocently enough, he was crinkling his eyes and nose, shuffling his shoulders a little with just his chest showing in the frame and giving the camera a little smile. After a few seconds the song dropped to lead into the chorus and the video transitioned to Buck under darker lighting, body illuminated and tensed, glistening with sweat.

Eddie felt a flutter in his stomach as he watched Buck smirk and swipe his tongue over his bottom lip, he was wearing his turnout pants with suspenders, flexing his arms as he slipped them out from under the straps and puffed out his chest. His turnout pants were unbuttoned, the band of his underwear sitting low and the lines of his hips disappearing below it. He lifted his arms to run his fingers through his hair, his abs tense and shimmering under the sheen of his sweat. And then the video looped back to the start.

Eddie found himself watching it loop over a few times, shaking his head because really he should be ashamed that he was watching his best friend's body with such a lustful gaze, but hey, why else would he have posted it if not for people to look?

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My #1 post of 2022

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[wombywoo]

Hello!!

I wanted to ask if you would be willing to share how you go about finding the references for the injuries you depict in your work? Your pieces where the CoD boys are sporting injuries, fresh and old, are always so lifelike and to my untrained eye seem entirely medically correct.

I have been trying my hand at drawing the boys retired and resting as well, but I’m finding it difficult to decide what work injuries to add and how to find the respective references.

How do you decide what injuries to portray? And how do you go about finding the reference material?

Your huge fan, amustikas

Oooh ok ok! I'm gonna post my answer publically because I think others would find this interesting too!

To preface, I am definitely NOT a medical professional, and as such, a lot of the stuff I choose to depict in my art is not so much..ah, medically accurate as it is....aesthetically pleasing 🤭

I'll start with scars, as a lot of us enjoy slashing up Simon's face with them, lol. Generally, I'll do a cursory google image search for the type of scar I'm looking for (be warned, these can be graphic) with searches like 'burn scar' 'surgery scar' etc. But I find that for things like cuts and lacerations, real-life scars are a bit innocuous and lame 🤷‍♀️ Unfortunately not everyone's skin wants to retain that perfect slash look™️😔

So what I usually end up referencing are costume prosthetic scars ✨

As you can see, they're pretty gnarly:

And you definitely don't have to go this intense, but I find that the dramatic, carved-like appearance of these translate better to art than a realistically healed wound 🤙

The other thing to consider is the prevalence of injuries in the military. From what I've gathered, the most common will be back/shoulder/limb injuries, just a general fucking up of the whole musculoskeletal system in general due to constant overuse 🤕 Hearing loss, shrapnel/blast/burn injuries are also common, as well as all the negative psychological effects :') goooood times (not)

I think it's neat to look up real-life examples of these things, but it can get a bit intense if you're squeamish...

SafeSearch is OFF, the horrors are REal 😳

So yeah...I tend to tone things down, all things considered...😅

For this particular piece:

I researched broken humerus injuries and treatment 👍 Poor boy 🥺(Yes, I am aware that I consumed entire articles and did a shit ton of research about this just to go ahead and put a female's x-ray in this fucking picture sdfghjkl rip💀😭)

But here you can see the actual process for applying the brace for this particular injury:

Neat, eh?

When I draw Johnny with a knee brace, it's usually a real authentic one you can buy on amazon:

Product placement blast!!!💥✨ Bezos, where is my cut?? 🫰

As for ones like this:

I tend to just...scatter some wounds around and patch them up accordingly, lol. Bruising around the eyes is common with any head injury, and surgical stitching will offer a nice puckered skin effect mmm 👌 (I swear I'm normal abt this)

I'm sure the medical malpractice lawsuits are stacking up for me now, but again--it's usually more about the ✨visuals✨

My parting advice would be--go nuts! Feel free to maim and mutilate and mangle to your heart's content 🥰

Thank you for the question, Amustikas! I love your art as well 💗🫶

#asks #there's something...pleasing...about drawing wounds.... #no I will not be reflecting on this 😤 #tw injuries

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Yo! Good morning/evening, hope you are fine^^💝. I wanted to ask you a question but I was afraid that it may bother you or something (you know..that feeling when you are scared that you might disturb someone or being an unwelcome person) but yeah I will ask you since i was serious about your answer for some time now so I hope I'm not annoying you or something *feel free to answer only if you wish^^. You seem to know the characters pretty well, you are quite capable and great at reading and understanding them, one of the things I'm serious about is what do you think would make someone qualified enough to be with malleus? Do they have to be of the same species?certain Reputation, stature or traits?(sorry can't help it since I can't rest until I know everything about what interests me and figure it all out😅). Thanks for giving me some of your precious time I really like your blog, you're amazing💜

No worries, you’re not bothering me at all ^^ I love to talk about my hyperfixations www

Now, I know a lot of fans (particularly on the EN side) like to ship Malleus with their OC and especially with Yuu so I want to first make it clear that my response is NOT meant to invalidate those Malleus shippers. Whatever I say here is based on my own interpretation of canon lore (and let’s be real here, TWST won’t ever confirm if anyone is romantically interested in Yuu because it might not work with how some players view their own relationship with that character). In fanon, anyone can be with anyone, but in canon there are very specific in-universe rules and expectations laid out for Malleus so these are what I will be referring to.

I also want to emphasize that the final traits I discuss in this post do NOT reflect Malleus’s personal tastes or views. He has little say in what kind of an individual his spouse would be, so his own preferences are not speculated about or taken into account here. The traits I will be bringing up are based on what I believe the lore implies are the desirable traits for those marrying into the Draconia royal family.

We got it? Good 👍 Read more below the cut!!

Firstly, I’m completely disregarding the ideas of “Malleus can love whoever he wants to love”, “Malleus can scare people into accepting who he loves”, and/or “Malleus can change the law so he can marry who he loves” (a la Sultan from Aladdin or through some other Disney magic or logic). Here’s why:

In general, those solutions for “high stakes issues” are too simple, and that has never been how Twisted Wonderland tackles complicated problems. Just look at every single OB boy’s backstory. They’re so complex that they aren’t totally resolved by the end of their books; these problems persist and are long term things each of them are working on addressing. This is also true of the politics TWST introduces to us; Leona for example explains how there is social pushback and resistance to the idea of infrastructure reform because the culture of the Sunset Savanna stresses harmony with nature. This has made it difficult for them to adopt new technologies because real politicians in their world have to seriously weigh their cultural values with their health and societal progress. The only time there are really easy solutions are in events or vignettes where the emotional stakes are not super high, but who Malleus marries is, in fact, super important since this will entirely change the life of a main character and his country.

With that first bullet point in mind… No, Malleus cannot love whoever he wants to love. Certainly, he may feel affection for another but he can never truly be with them. He is royalty and the only heir to the throne of Briar Valley. It follows that he is expected to marry for political reasons/to better his nation. This is a non-negotiable obligation for him.

Rather than saying, “Malleus cannot scare people into accepting who he loves”, I think it’s more accurate to say Malleus knows he probably shouldn’t. I mean, yes, he may be upset about his S/O not being accepted by his people but I feel that is discrediting a lot of the loyalty he has for his own country. As a kid he may have thrown tantrums when he was upset and potentially harmed staff, but as a 178 year old he has a much better understanding of decorum and maintaining it in spite of his own grudges. For example, even though he personally dislikes Leona he still commands Sebek to apologize to him because, at the end of the day, this could harm Briar Valley’s relationship with the Sunset Savanna. That’s not to say that Malleus can’t be petty (he definitely is)—but implying he would be petty toward basically his entire country just because they would disapprove of the one he loves?? (We know this would likely be true because Sebek’s parents faced similar backlash when they got together.) I feel like his own sense of awareness and responsibility for his country, crown, and people would override that. As an example, Malleus states that he has never been in a car before because the senate would be against it and often kept Malleus in the castle. Someone of his power could easily ignore them and sneak out and do whatever he wanted, yet the dialogue implies Malleus didn’t. He obeyed his political advisors even when he was younger and arguably much more immature. Malleus might not like certain decisions made about his life but it sounds like he ultimately complies with them.

Continuing from the previous point, let’s say for the sake of argument that Malleus does scare everyone into line. What about his public image and the mental health of his S/O? Maybe Malleus can frighten people to not talk out of turn to his face, but he cannot control what people whisper about him behind closed doors or to treat his S/O well or like they actually like them. Not only would they be alienated (away from their own home and forced to adapt to a new one) but they’d be treated oddly by others too. What kind of reputation is that for Malleus? To be a tyrant king who throws a hissy fit anytime someone talks about his partner in a way he doesn’t approve of? With a spouse who is not at their best mentally because of the constant ostracization? (This is similar to what Leona experienced in his childhood.) I don’t think Malleus would want to subject anyone to that kind of life, especially not one he loves. And again, this attitude would be the vast majority of his people. It’s not like it can be avoided or resolved in an easy manner, especially when the people of Briar Valley have proven to be against change.

Lastly, Malleus would not change the law so he can be with whoever he wants to. To begin with, I doubt this is a unilateral position the senate would approve of. But okay, let’s accept that Malleus is royalty so his power overrides the advisors’ power. So he effectively just changed a law for a very selfish and personal reason rather than changing something to actually benefit his people. That doesn’t feel in-character for him, not when Malleus seems to understand that it is the duty of those in higher status to help those below them rather than themselves (see: Riddle’s Suitor Suit vignettes. Malleus has acted selfish before, yes (who remembers Endless Halloween Night? His Dorm Uniform vignettes? I do.)—but never at the cost of changing the status quo of his country. (Book 7 is not included here because he’s in a very distressed emotional state then; this “new law” scenario posits that Malleus is in a normal state of mind.) This is a major change—change which Briar Valley, its people, and most importantly, Malleus, are not ready for. You think there wouldn’t be social pushback against this? From a society that has become complacent with its own way of life and is still isolated from the rest of the world? That Malleus, someone who struggles greatly with accepting life changes himself, could enact such a big change so easily? (On a more technical level, you don’t just pass a law and it instantly becomes tangible or real, there is a process of approval and then implementation.)

Additionally, it’s made clear in Ghost Marriage that “[Malleus] cannot enter into an engagement lightly”, which is why Sebek goes in his place. Eliza, the Ghost Bride, is royalty (er, albeit dead) but it seems that royal status is not enough to qualify as his partner. Maybe this is because she’s dead and doesn’t have anything of value for Briar Valley (no land, no people, no political power), but it could also mean that the partner has to be given the thumbs up by other parties.

All that being said, here are some of the conditions I think would have to be met for Malleus’s future spouse:

Has to be someone of equal or at least high status. This means they also have to be a royal or at least of nobility. This appears to be true of Malleus’s dad, who is referred to as a duke.

Because of how self-contained Briar Valley is + nocturnal fae having beef with diurnal fae, I imagine his partner would have to also be a nocturnal fae. This would also solve the MASSIVE lifespan difference between fae and non-fae because at least fae would be far closer to each other even if their lifespans fluctuate but subspecies.

Someone suited to rule by his side. Being married into any royal family is no joke—it comes with the expectation that you will contribute somehow, and the partner should be fully equipped to enter the world of politics with him.

Piggybacking off the last point, I think mental fortitude is also a prerequisite. This is because being a politician (navigating the social climate both within your country and outside of it, keeping your people and colleagues happy, maintaining public approval, managing laws, dealing with potential attempts on your life, etc.) can be very stressful and can hurt those who are faint of heart or not prepared for the responsibility. Leaders have to make tough calls at the drop of a hat, and they have to be ready for it.

Has a lot to offer in terms of benefits to Briar Valley as a country. This could be in terms of resources, connections, and/or political savvy. This appears to be true of Malleus’s dad, who acted as a diplomat for Briar Valley.

Vetting and formal approval from the senate. lmao good luck with that

Has to be able and willing to have a child. They at least need an heir to the throne to succeed Malleus. (However, knowing how exclusionary and conservative as heck the senators are, I doubt they would accept anything but a biological child 💀)

Preferably someone with powerful magic or is skilled at magic already so as to lessen the chance of “tainting” the bloodline with a weak mage or a non-mage.

I believe that Briar Valley would prefer someone with old fashioned values like them, not someone pushing for massive reform. They have a culture that is resistant to change and a history of fighting for resources with outsiders, so if Malleus’s new spouse tries to introduce a bunch of technology or open its borders to other countries (even if they have good intentions), the people + the senate may oppose them. His father is implied to be open-minded, but he at least understood that such change isn’t reasonable without time and effort dedicated to the endeavor.

All that being said 💦 I think that this topic is actually less about what Malleus as an individual wants and what his country, his people, and, yes, even his asshole senators, want. This is basically an arranged marriage situation so that their country can maintain power and relevance. It’s about the collective and what Malleus must do for their perceived security and prosperity.

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[bokettochild]

Hello, Ketto

I have had two of your concepts/ideas pinging around my brain in a manner vaguely reminiscent of the logo screensavers. So I’m asking a question in the hopes that vibes will solidify into actual plot bunny or that maybe brain will be satisfied and let it go for a bit.

Chain and birth order dynamics:

Wind and Twilight are oldest siblings

Time and Hyrule are baby siblings

Where do the others fall? Is Sky the weird combination of “whatever he needs to be” since he’s a ward of the academy/Gaepora?

Is Legend an oldest, middle, youngest or only?

I’ve read 😅 way too many versions of people’s backstories to remember.

So, funny story! I actually was exploring this concept in a fic that has been giving me troubles since I sat down to write it T-T

I wanted to write a fic about Wind big-brothering the chain into taking care of themselves but the boy rambles and I feared it would become tedious to read. Unfortunately, that's why I never post any of the stories I write about or from Wind or Wild's perspectives; they won't shut up and I can't make them speak more concisely.

Long story short though! Wind was going to sort of dig into the temperament and behavior of each hero and started to go "clearly a middle child, that one's a youngest, good golly Time you are 100% obviously the baby of your family" to himself. It felt sort of weird when writing it, but it also seems to have potential now that I've reread it.

I classify Twilight, Warriors, and Wind as Eldest children, Time and Hyrule as Youngest kids, and Legend and Wild fall into the middle-sibling category (I'll expound on that in the story if you all would like me to write it again). Wind classifies Four as a single-child (the irony) who is still adapting to having siblings out of nowhere, and is utterly innocent of how accurately he's assessed the smithy.

As for his methods of forcing them to take care of themselves, I have a snippet of one of my many drafts below if you want

“From now on, if you say or do anything self-deprecating or otherwise diminishing to your value as a person, which yes, includes throwing yourself into the way of a weapon to save someone who’s got it handled,” back comes the stern voice, just for Wild, who only cocks a brow back at Wind in a challenge (yeah, middle or eldest sibling for the champion, one of those), “then you have to add a rupee to the jar.” 

  The vet scowls at him- an expression that is more mature, but not too very far from Aryll’s pouts when he scolds her. “And why should we go along with that? You’re not the boss of us, Wind, we’re adults.” 

  The sailor crosses his arms, staring over at the vet sternly. “Because if we do this, then Hyrule’s not allowed to call himself lesser than the rest of us.”  

  The vet’s ears twitch forwards, treacherously curious. 

  “Because if we do this, Wild isn’t allowed to throw himself in danger.” 

  Twilight and Time both sigh in relief (they all do, but those two are the most noticeable). 

  “Because if you all go along with this, Warriors isn’t allowed to hide his problems in a bottle.” 

  The captain thinks he is sly, but Wind knows, and it appears the man hadn’t expected that as his gaze darts away shamefully. Time looks even more relieved though; both he and Wind have been watching since the war, they know. 

  “Because Legend doesn’t get to refuse help when he’s in enough pain to cry.” 

  Hyrule is the one pricking up this time. 

  “Because Twilight won’t be allowed to take on everyone’s problems and bottle up his own.” 

  Wild’s turn to sigh in relief, to glance at his mentor in worry as Twilight avoids his gaze.  

  “And Four can’t bottle everything up and yell at himself in the woods instead of talking to someone about his problems rather than the air.” 

  Unlike the others, the smithy actually just looks insulted, but while the shortest hero does open his mouth to protest, he closes it a moment later with a hiss of frustration, crossing his arms. Yeah, single child. He isn’t used to other people calling him out unless they are leaders like Time or adults like his grandfather. 

  Wind isn’t done though. “And Sky?” Crystal eyes meet his, curious and a bit confused. “This means you don’t get to agonize over whatever nonsense has been eating you and not get help. It’s making you depressed and your sleeping habits are reflecting that.” 

  People who sleep a lot are usually only ill, injured, or depressed in Wind’s experience, and while he knows there are such things as sleeping disorders, he’s snitched some of Four’s books and none of them mention anything that matches whatever is up with Sky. Depression though.... Tetra had slept a whole lot when she’d been trying to come to grips with her self-image and identity after their adventure, and the constant exhaustion through that time is a close match for Sky’s own behavior. 

  “Alright.” It’s Warriors who speaks, stepping up to take the lead and meeting Wind’s eye with a nod. “I won’t lie, I don’t like the idea of all of you fussing over me, but if this means the rest of you will be getting help, which yes, Wind, I do mean you too, then I’m game.” 

  The sailor chuckles. This isn’t a roll your eyes and huff in annoyance moment, this is a peacemaker moment. They are negotiating with the others, he needs to set an example and be mature. “I was planning on including myself, Wars. If I need help, I’ll ask, but if one of you thinks I’m failing to take care of myself you can call me on it, and if the others agree I’ll pay up just the same as you will.” 

  And that seems to do it. There’s some debate about it of course, Legend and Wild putting up the most fight about it (them being the worst at self-care as he’s seen) but eventually all cave at the promise of their brothers actually taking care of themselves, which is what Wind was counting on. 

  Rules are set of course, by Twilight’s insistence. “We can’t just punish each other for whatever we want, there needs to be ground rules and boundaries, even if they’re just a loose framework to reference.” The rancher insists. 

  That goes uncontested, so Warriors pulls out one of his notebooks and Legend one of his pens and, because Wild’s handwriting is the best, they all gather around the Champion and consider rules together. 

  In the end, they have nine. 

Rule 1: Self-deprecating comments regarding skills, the worth of a person and/or the validity of their life will result in a 20 rupee fine and extensive cuddles 

Rule 2: Blatant self-neglect (i.e. refusing to eat, refusing to sleep, not tending injuries or allowing help with injuries, lack of bathing/basic hygiene etc.) will result in both a 15 rupee fine and someone helping to ensure basic needs are met 

Rule 3: Self-injury and/or allowance of injury through purposeful carelessness in battle or throwing of self in the way of danger will result in a 20 rupee fine and a long talk 

Rule 4: Joking comments regarding a lack of self-worth will result in a 5 rupee fine 

Rule 5: Ask for help.  

Rule 6: The group must be in agreement regarding fines and consequences whenever an offence is made (with the exception of the accused) 

Rule 7: All money in the ‘care jar’ will go towards the group and will not be kept by any one person 

Rule 8: If someone believes they have not been judged fairly in regards to punishment they will be allowed to contest their sentence and defend themself without interruption or correction (all comments/questions will be saved for the end of the explanation) 

Rule 9: If someone hits a depressive state, punishment will be with-held and will be instead replaced with discussion in order to not further aggravate the deteriorated mental state 

  The last one is something Wild adds himself, but no one contests it; it’s a good one. Personally, Wind thinks it’s a good list in general, and he knows the others agree. Legend and Wild specifically look relieved when he suggests the eighth rule, which makes sense. He knows those two don’t have a great record with being allowed to speak up for themselves in certain regards. The champion has only hinted at being made to be silent, but they all know about the vet’s criminal record and how it resulted from misunderstandings he was never allowed to clear. 

  Once done, the list is carefully pasted to what Hyrule has aptly titled the ‘care jar’ and the thing is slipped back into Wind’s bag for the night, waiting (hopefully for a long while yet) to be pulled out for the first offence. 

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[nburkhardt]

Somebody loves you, you got a friend (part 6)

Other parts: one, two, three, four, five

Again, please ignore whatever doesn’t seem accurate to real life. It is omegaverse after all 😅 also I didn’t think I’d ever share this but here we are! (Also heads up: not only does this jump around but at some point we switch from Steve’s pov to Eddie’s pov) Timeline? Idk what that is. Don’t think about it!

He ignores Nancy and Jonathan at school, avoids Billy and Tommy. Joins Eddie at his table at lunch, gains friendships with Eddie’s friends and once they’re behind the doors of the drama room for Hellfire, admit their relationship is more than just friends.

Eventually he doesn’t necessarily drop out of school, more so, leaves Hawkins High and finishes at home while being tutored instead. But the rumor at the school is he dropped out because of Billy Hargrove taking over the “king” status.

When in reality, he’s six months along and although not that big, it’s very obvious that he’s pregnant. So, he sticks to staying at home while wearing larger clothes. He’s not embarrassed, and neither is Eddie.

They just decided it was safer this way, especially after Steve admitted how much Billy kept trying to fight him.

Steve still goes around town, he knows at least some of the people in town noticed him acting strange or looking heavier, but luckily it’s not at the high school.

After some convincing and a long talk with both their parents, Eddie moved in with Steve with the promise of always visiting Wayne; weekly dinners, Janet also makes one of their guest rooms into a semi-permanent bedroom for Wayne.

It’s been a wild ride for him and Eddie. They had a few arguments and usually it was just blown out of proportion. The biggest one was Eddie running late to the appointment where they found out the gender and it wasn’t even Eddie’s fault (got detention from some asshole lying about him cheating and the fucking teacher believed it) and it took a week and his mom talking with him before Steve even allowed Eddie back inside the house.

Besides the few arguments, they were doing good and after the week Steve refused letting Eddie in, the two of them were nearly attached at the hip. They weren’t allowed to mate each other until both of them were eighteen. A rule set by Janet and Wayne.

Not that it stops them from doing whatever else to be the mates they’re definitely going to be. Eddie leaves marks all over Steve whenever possible, Steve’s scent is nearly gone in favor of Eddie’s and then when Steve’s really feeling clingy, Eddie smells exactly like Steve.

Currently, the couple is in bed and happily scenting each other. Eddie has a hand underneath Steve’s shirt, feeling the movement from the baby. The omega hums happily and rests his head back onto the alpha’s shoulder, closing his eyes with a smile as the baby kicks just light enough that it doesn’t bother him and for Eddie to feel it.

“God, I’ll never get over this” Eddie whispers and presses a kiss to Steve’s temple, “Just so insane”

Steve laughed and cuddled closer, chasing Eddie’s warmth while moving his hand to follow the light kicks, “I still think it’s weird.” He whispers back, letting his eyes fall shut and his breath evening out.

That’s how Janet finds them a few hours later for dinner, Eddie curled around Steve with his hand still over the baby bump. Smiling softly, instead of waking them, she just pulls their blankets over them and shut off the light.

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The baby is born in the middle of August, and shortly after Steve turns seventeen.

Between Eddie and his mom, he’s not panicking as much as he thought he would when they found out. Still, as he’s walking around the hospital room with Eddie, all he can think of is how stupid and all the pain he feels. “I don’t know how you did this, mom”

She’s sitting on the window sill, laughing.

“Oh Sweetie, I was in labor with you for fourteen hours. You’ve only been at this for two,” she doesn’t bother looking at him, “But just know that at the end, you’ll have a beautiful and healthy little baby girl”

It continues on for another five hours, then when the date turns from the 17th to the 18th, a healthy baby girl is born.

Eleanor Janet Munson.

His mom tears up when he says the baby’s name in a tired and raspy voice, Steve waits until the nurses and doctors leave to say more. “I know you said no apologies, but I really am sorry momma. For not being safe, for- for throwing this curveball” he looks down at Eleanor, “adorable curveball”

Eddie laughs and presses a kiss to his head, “I’m sorry too” he whispers.

Steve shook his head and then Janet laughs, causing both boys to look at her. She sighs, squeezing Steve’s shoulder before placing a kiss on his forehead. “You both need to stop apologizing. I’m not upset, well, maybe a little for making me a grandmother so young. Eleanor is beautiful and I’ll be right here helping you both figure out this life with her.”

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School starts back up when Eleanor is a month old, and unfortunately, Eddie is back in his senior year despite all the tutoring.

“I’m just saying, I think the teachers are out to get me!” Eddie’s ranting as he gets dressed, roughly pulling on a shirt, “they keep coming up with excuses! I know what I’m doing, you helped me! Hell, your tutor, what’s his face helped a whole lot!”

Steve’s currently sitting up against the headboard, feeding Eleanor. A smile on his face, despite Eddie’s mood. “Eds, maybe it was all the ditching you did?”

The alpha spins around pointing at him with a blush speeding its way across his face. “N-no! I had good reasons for ditching! The teachers at Hawkins high are just assholes”

Shaking his head, he smiles up as Eddie steps closer to the bed, “hm, i’ll give you that one. But hey at least that dickhead Hargrove is gone, right? Plus you can recruit new members for hellfire”

Two of the four current Hellfire members are graduating this year, and Eddie is letting Gareth DM for the first time. Eddie’s been more occupied with them and not paying much attention to anything else. Of all the members, only Gareth knew about Eleanor.

That was by accident on their part. It was Wayne’s turn to host dinner and so they were all over at the trailer, Gareth had only shown up to talk about their band. Eddie had opened the door and at the same time, Eleanor had started crying.

In a panic, Eddie pulled his friend inside and was brought into the knowledge of their baby.

All Gareth had to say was, “you know, of all the rumors I heard, none of them were like this.

It then caused a chain reaction of finding out all the current rumors surrounding Steve and Eddie. Only to end the night with Gareth promising to keep it a secret for now

Anyway, back to now; Eddie ranting about how shitty it is that he’s doing senior year a fucking third time.

“Go find new blood for your nerd game, enjoy some time away from our cranky newborn.” Steve winks before pulling Eleanor away from him, “Ellie, tell daddy it’ll be fine”

Eddie gently takes her from him and snuggles her close, gently scenting and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “It’ll be torture, princess. But I guess your mama is right”

Steve stands and wraps his arms around the alpha and scenting him, “it’ll be fine, then when you’re done. We’ll be here”

Within twenty minutes of being at the school, he’s gained a total of four new members of Hellfire. He ignores their questions and just tells them the time and room before quickly finding Gareth to tell him about it.

“A warning, got new members for Hellfire already. Hope that campaign is big enough to include four new freshmen” he all but whispers against his friend’s ear and laughs hard when he jumps.

Gareth glares, closing his locker, “you’re getting too good at that”

Laughing, Eddie claps his friend on the shoulder, “gotta be quick and quiet when you got a newborn” he whispers again then pulls away, “seriously though, got new blood for hellfire.”

Gareth rolls his eyes and pulled Eddie along with him to their class, “These new blood, got any names?”

Groaning and hitting his forehead, Eddie lets out a frustrated huff, “Didn’t get the names, all freshman though. I think I recognized one of them but I don’t know how, the last year I’ve been busy with Stevie”

“Damn, so it’s a surprise for all of us.” Gareth snorts, “how is Stevie by the way? Haven’t seen either of you for a bit”

That causes Eddie to happily tell Gareth everything he can without letting the big secret slip. Doesn’t hurt that they’re still outcasts and freaks, so everyone ignores them.

The rest of Eddie’s day surprisingly goes by smoothly except for gym when he bumps into Jason Carver, the new it boy of Hawkins High. The younger alpha snaps at him and unoriginally spits at him, “Step away, Freak!”

Currently he’s whistling as he makes his way to the drama room for Hellfire, he’s already planning on cutting the clubs meeting short. He really wants to get back home to Steve and Eleanor.

As he reaches the door he’s surprised to see Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers waiting near the door, he stops short. Clearing his throat, causing both of them to jump.

“Why are you standing outside of the drama room?”

Nancy crosses her arms, “Our brothers said someone invited them to a club, you that someone?”

Then it clicks, why one looked so familiar, “huh, you know you and your brother could pass as twins?”

He doesn’t wait for a comeback and walks into the room not even bothering if they follow him in, he’s surprised to see more than those four he invited. From the looks of it, they’re joined by two girls. The red head looks familiar too, “hello, I see you multiplied”

Gareth snorts and Eddie smiles wide as everyone else is confused, the red head is staring at him like she’s trying to figure something out. The other girl is quietly whispering to Nancy’s brother and the kid with the Weird Al shirt is smiling wide.

“I’m Eddie Munson, welcome to Hellfire. Where we welcome all and everyone who’s a lost sheep in this big bad world called high school” He grins, “I’m usually the DM. But I’ve been a little busy,” that causes Gareth to snort again and he glares over at his friend before turning his attention back to the freshmen, “Gareth is DMing for now, he’s got a whole campaign cooked up already.”

“Munson? Like Wayne Munson?” The redhead cuts in, “I’ve seen you before”

He pauses and looks at her, “how do you know my uncle?”

“I’m his new neighbor,” she then looks between him and the other freshmen, opening then closing her mouth and then shook her head, “anyway, I don’t play your nerd game”

Raising an eyebrow, “then why are you here?”

“You invited the nerds, we tend to stick together”

Nodding, he then looks between the other freshmen and that causes a chain reaction of them introducing themselves.

There’s: Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair and then Max Mayfield and lastly Jane Hopper. Only the boys play but apparently they’re a party and never far from each other. And according to Will, their siblings are part of the package.

“Great” he says with a tight smile, “let’s cut today short, I gotta go. We meet every Friday after school, those who want to can play, the rest can hang out”

He doesn’t wait for many replies, and just bursts through the door. Sending a salute to the older Wheeler and Byers before making his way out of the school.

~

Soo, we jumped around a bit. Just wanted to move things along a bit because I didn’t want to linger on the pregnancy part lol. I hope you’re like me and just…ignores timelines. Because I definitely didn’t consider it whatsoever. Currently it’s September and Eleanor (Steddie’s baby) is a month old. Btw I imagine she has Steve’s nose, Eddie’s face shape, Eddie’s eyes and light brown curls. She’s fucking adorable and has everyone wrapped around her tiny finger already 😌

ANYWAY, Upside Down events: I’m just gonna say I’m completely ignoring it now. Mostly because Steddie’s not involved. If you want you can say it still all happens but they’re just not involved or be like me and think it’s done. This is supposed to be a slice of life fic with honestly no plot just me being sappy with my fav boys.

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[cardboardheartss]

NEWJEANS Comeback Mini Reading

⚠️DISCLAIMER! TAROT CARDS ARE NOT 100% ACCURATE! TAKE EVERYTHING WITH A GRAIN OF SALT! IF MY INTERPRETATIONS ARE INCORRECT FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME!⚠️

Concept : QoW, 6oS rx, 10oP, KNoS rx & Justice rx

The concept will be firey? It will also have really intense choreographies. Very pretty concept too! It will be completely different from their previous concept/sound I believe. This concept could have required a whole lot of money. There could be some interesting reactions with this concept tbh…😅

Members thoughts

Hanni : The Devil rx, KNoC rx & PoW rx

She is terrified, she could also gain anxiety as the release day approaches. She could also feel a bit embarrassed about the comeback? If there’s any hate comments, she will definitely take it to heart. She might have to fake it til she makes it for the entire promotion times. She thinks that public will betray her if they don’t like the comeback. Hanni could be lacking motivation and confidence, and the stress causes her to have temper tantrums tbh…

Danielle : 6oW rx

She doesn’t seem to like the new sound. She thinks this comeback is a flop, and will cause the group to lose followers and love. She just… doesn’t like it tbh…

Minji : 4oC

Minji is drained, tired and has no motivation. She is completely dissatisfied with the comeback. She’ll think they’ll be unable to break the records they’ve broken from ‘Get Up.’

Hyein : AoS & Temperance rx

She thinks the comeback is innovative, and actually genuinely likes it. She’s looking forward to performing and believes it will certainly make headlines. She wants the comeback as much as we want it too lol! She’s really excited.

Haerin : PoC & The Emperor

“Happy, happy, happy 😸” She also loves the sound. She’s really looking forward to it and knows that it will do well. She knows that they’ll achieve again and gain respect in the industry.

Overall thoughts : PoS rx, Judgment, KNoS rx, Justice rx, 10oP

As you could tell, a lot of contradictive thoughts. Some believe it will flop, while some believe it’s a bop. This could have led to arguments and a lot of talks about how they should just try stay positive and remember that they will receive that love from fans and also gain more income. So yea… just a lot of thoughts overall 😅

General publics thoughts: 6oW, 9oW, PoC, The Emperor, The Star rx

They’ll love it and believe that the girls did really well, bunnies will be like, “SOTY again”, “nwjns ready to wipe out awards again this year 😝🫵🏽.” And etc lol! Some could be unhappy at how nwjns look highly overworked and want them to rest. The public could also notice how nwjns aren’t charting as high as they were before too.

Nwjns thoughts on public opinion: 9oW

They would clearly look at the negative and see that ppl aren’t making them chart as high, and they’ll think of those moments from last year BUT this will make them not give up and continue working.

Could also see comments on the overworking, but unfortunately they’ll be unable to control anything…

Thank you for reading 📦

(23/02/2024)

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[moodymisty]

Hello🌻I hope you are doing well✨ Do you write in Warhammer? I saw this in the list of fandoms, but if not, I apologize a thousand😅 So, Sanguinius/reader-eternal. A moment of rest. Suppose there was some kind of difficult battle, and returning to his chambers after a victorious battle, Sanguinius feels tired and empty, he is dirty from blood and dirt, his hair is tangled, his wings have also lost their whiteness. And so he enters his chambers and smells a pleasant, but unfamiliar smell. The reader, anticipating in what state he would return, prepared a bath and took out her personal bathroom things (gels, shampoos, salts, candles, perfumes - with such smells that no one in the Imperium had seen since the Dark Era) and even more valuable to her (let it be a gift from parents or something) some kind of music player. Well, the reader comforts Angel, turns on music from his youth (maybe Beethoven, Wagner, Tchaikovsky or whatever you like best)), bathes him, takes care of his hair, nails and all that. How you can make his wings comfortable, I can’t imagine🤔 but in general, the reader was able to wash them somehow) Tells stories of plants, fruits, and animals that no primarch could ever see. About your favorite music, some kind of warm memory. Well, something like that😅 sorry if this is too long. In general, you can change the conditions to suit your comfort❤

Author's Note: So I was actually thinking of something somewhat similar to write in my own time because I'm a lonely primarch/astartes fucker for Guilliman (or pre-heresy Lorgar but that's just my 'I can fix him' mental illness talking) So when you sent this in I just about ascended. Emperor save my heretical ass for making this way too fluffy for Warhammer.

Relationships: Sanguinius/Fem!Reader

Warnings: It's 40k lol so references to war and all sorts of violence but other than that, just fluff. Also the slightest hint at the BA astartes being a bit platonic yandere for their Primarch's beloved because it's my headcanon. Enjoy petting the pigeon primarch y'all

For someone as primped and perfect as Sanguinius- A beautiful angel with not a hair out of place or word said without the most careful of consideration, his personal quarters are an absolute mess.

Feathers of all sizes lay scattered across the floor and the giant bed that adorns the massive room, its blankets strewn about and slept in multiple times without being made up in-between. In all of it’s disheveled look, it looks comfortable to say the least.

It's not as if you actually mind the mess, it's not bad enough to even really call it one, but it's simply amusing to think of someone as borderline ethereal as Sanguinius sleeping in a messy, wrinkled bed adorned with his own down.

The Blood Angel guards posted in the hall had allowed you to pass into his quarters without fuss, one of many privileges that you're still getting used to. They nodded towards you and spoke with that Astartes specific rigid but technically polite prose; Seeped in a level of respect you don't feel entirely deserving of.

Sanguinius' angelic sons are, intense. Any other word you think of is too negative in it's definition, or doesn't accurately describe this feeling of heavy downward pressure on your body you get whenever you are close to them. They have a protective quality that has only seemed to intensify the closer you've gotten to their genefather, as you can feel eyes on your back until the door closes behind you and the guards only then return to their vigilant watch of the palace halls.

Sometimes, you swear they're following you.

A pondering for another time perhaps, as you look around the messy quarters holding your things in your hands.

Sanguinius is due to return to Terra at any moment now, and after so long with only vox messages and handwritten letters, you've decided to attempt to surprise him. You probably won't be able to do so, but you can at least prepare him something that will hopefully brighten up his spirits. You can tell from his slip ups in tone that some things have been grating on him like waves on a cliffside.

You'll do anything to make sure that the Angel, your Angel, never looses that glow that seems to follow him; And perhaps steal some of those rare snippets of time to have him just to yourself. Even if only for a moment.

In the separate room that serves as his private bath you begin to run hot water, billows of steam quickly rising to the ceiling and covering the metal adornments around the room with dew. It pours out the open door, as you sit your bag on the edge and pull out various different things. Some sourced from other planets, one from your father who all but fainted upon your asking of it for a Primarch, all being hard to obtain; Little bundles of rare luxury. You fully intend to make use of them all. They smell like flowers and sea salt, far better than the scent of the iron and filth-covered armor aboard the Red Tear.

Though your ears prick to the sound of heavy footsteps before you can fully finish setting up, and you lean up and away from the massive bath and leave the room only just as Sanguinius himself enters. In saying any moment, you seem to have been perfectly accurate.

The first thing you notice of him, besides your joy of seeing him, is he has primary feathers that are bent and sticking out away from the natural pattern of his wings, a few even cracked and torn. He's already gone though the necessary process to remove his armor, and now he's clad in the usual and more comfortable garb he would wear when originally on Baal.

While Sanguinius himself is unharmed, not a single wound and the blood dried on himself not his own, he still is disheveled and messy; Hair tangled from being blown in the wind and getting caught in the raised collar of his armor. You can see mud staining the tips of his wings where it splattered upward, unable to fully protect them from whatever muck he came in contact with.

"I know,"

He sees the look on your face, and his gentle stoicism parts ever so slightly as his lips part. His eyes show the glint of irritation through his long lashes as he looks slightly downward and to the side with a furrowed brow.

"I look a mess. there is no need to point it out. Believe me when I tell you someone else has already done so." He normally wouldn't be fond of something laughing at his current condition, but he supposes he can find the entertainment in it. It's an easier thing to swallow when it's his little beloved doing so. The sound of your quiet, breathily laugh is soothing more than aggravating, and he enjoys the look of sweet mirth plastered on your face. While it may be somewhat at his expense, he doesn't mind all too much considering.

"Well, then you might like the surprise I made up for you even more." His lips crook upward in the most gentle of smirks; Though he was more than likely instantly cued into your gift by the feeling of steam wafting from the other room into this one.

"If not just to get all the dirt from your wings."

At the mere mention of it you watch his wings stretch, shaking slightly as he attempts to right feathers stuck out of alignment. He reaches for the front of his robes as he walks towards the bath.

"I hope you didn't prepare all of this only for me to enjoy it alone. I'd find myself dreadfully bored without any company." You shake your head, following the angel into the bath while he quickly begins to slip into the hot water. You move in not long after, the water almost too hot on your skin, but the feeling of the steam on your face is pleasant.

He attempts to stretch his wings; Though not many rooms can handle his wings fully unfurled. The main room of his quarters when his bed resides can, but in here he finds the tips of his primary flight feathers brushing against the wall. When you attempt to move closer, he furls his wings back up to avoid you bumping them. It lets you reach close enough to his hair, where you wet it with the hot water and watch his eyes gently close. You watch as his hair slowly becomes clean even after so long, golden sheen returning as the soot washes away.

"I have been so besieged by the smell of crude oils and sweat as of late, I swear I'd forgotten what flowers smelled like..."

He smiles when the sound of your quiet, breathy laugh hits his ears, though you still continue treating him. He might have normally apposed to such obnoxious pampering, but you seem to enjoy it, and he’ll partake in a moment of selfishness.

“Let me enjoy this moment without your mockery, will you?” Your fingers weave into his golden hair, just a bit wavy even with the water weighing it down.

"Terribly sorry, Lord Primarch." How he hates that stuffy title; His nose wrinkles. When you notice his doing so, you laugh again.

"It's the title my father used when I told him I needed some of these things." His eyes open to watch you for a moment.

"They're made of flowers from my home planet; When I said they were for The Angel Sanguinius, I swear he choked on his own spit then and there. Thought I had finally killed him."

He listens to you mumble about their origin for a short while, if for nothing more than to fill the silence. The water is no longer running, so other than the occasional splash of water the room is near silent.

You feel the brush of his feathers against your bare skin as they adjust, the water turning color as the grime slips from them and they return to their pristine white color. After all this time he finally feels clean, such a luxury he's been unable to indulge in for quite some time. Perhaps he’s odd in that regard, hating it far more than some of his fellow Primarchs.

He feels you ever so gently brush along a feather to align it with the others, fingers gentle like touching the thinnest glass. His eyes are still closed while you do so. Your gentleness of it isn’t lost on him, as he feels lips against the corner of his mouth.

A rare moment of peace; He'll indulge in it while he has the chance.

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[theelvenhaven]

Dating Legolas

Having Anxiety

Request: Can I request Legolas (or an elf of your choice) and (human) someone that has anxiety when it comes to doing anything new or out of routine 😅

A/N: I am for once going to break my own rule and write for Legolas. I need something new and fresh instead of doing the same thing over again. Hopefully this is an accurate representation of Legolas, since I don't read much fanfiction on him and it matches the rest of the community. Who knows maybe I'll start taking more requests for him after this.

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❧ When it comes to dating Legolas, you are going to be with someone who is very kind, supportive and very loving.

❧ Legolas is also really observant and nothing really gets past him, so when you start showing signs of anxiety, Legolas really takes notice of it.

❧ He notices how you seem to get a little shaky, or when your breathing speeds up, and he sure your heart is hammering in your chest.

❧ Not to mention the nervous sweats and your clear struggle to put a sentence together or speaking far too fast to keep up with and getting tongue tied.

❧ He would've noticed that this all seems to stem from either your change in routine or doing something new.

❧ At first Legolas isn't sure how to handle it, it's all so new to him seeing as he doesn't struggle with anxiety, but that doesn't mean he's apathetic to what you are going through.

❧ He is completely sympathetic with what you are going through and does his best by trying to be helpful.

❧ At first he won't really mention it to you, instead he will bring his concerns to a healer and about the best ways that he can help you work through your anxiety.

❧ But that doesn't mean that he won't talk to you about it either, if anything after he gets some more insight from the Healers about anxiety and what makes it tick, he will come and talk to you about it.

❧ He doesn't mind how detailed you get about dealing with anxiety and what your symptoms are the more specific you are with him, the better Legolas understands what is going on with you and how to help.

❧ That way the next time a new situation arises or a change to your routine is coming, he can help prepare you for it. Or try to help you manage your feelings.

❧ So the next time something new to you comes around, that Legolas happens to know about, he immediately dives in to tell you a few days in advance.

❧ That way you have time to prepare for the new thing mentally, he would hate to blind side you and make your Anxiety even worse than he knows it can be when something new happens.

❧ When the day comes, Legolas is consistently checking on you verbally and observantly.

❧ He looks for any cues that might tick off that you are feeling anxious about the new thing and change in routine.

❧ You'll find that if you are comfortable with touch, that he'll off you a hug or to hold your hand.

❧ Legolas also encourages you to be able to talk about your feelings of anxiety and what is causing them, he has you walk him through it step by step hoping to take a large weight off your shoulders.

❧ Legolas listens attentively and validates your feelings about your anxiety, understanding that it is irrational but how you feel is still valid.

❧ He is very supportive and helps you through the things that make you anxious about your change/new experience with reassurance that everything is going to be okay and that he's right there with you through the whole thing.

❧ Should things get so bad that you are having a panic attack, Legolas finds a quiet place to take you and have you sit down.

❧ Either he will offer you a nice pressure filled hug, while talking you down and reassuring you while you have your panic attack.

❧ Or he will hold your hands and walks you through several breathing exercises, calming going over them with you and praising you for doing such a good job of following instructions.

❧ He will sit with you for a long time until everything has subsided and he won't rush you to leave this quiet place to venture out to the change/new thing until you tell him you are ready.

❧ All in all, Legolas is really supportive and will do anything he can to make sure that you are comfortable and have good support through your toughest days in dealing with anxiety.

❧ No matter how massive it may seem to you, Legolas will be there to help guide you through it.

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[clone-anon]

Since you're offering 🤣

Could you do a Fives x Male reader bf where Fives teaches him how to shoot a blaster cause Fives wants him to be able to protect himself when he's deployed? (Sorry if it's a weird ask😅)

This isn't weird at all! I love it. I made it just a bit angsty at the start, but only as a way to get to the blaster training. Now just let me figure out how a blaster works...

Fives woke up from a nightmare slightly sticky with sweat. He reached for you in bed and pulled you closer to him, making sure not to wake you as he tried to focus on steadying his heartbeat and grounding himself in here and now. He felt you breathing and heard you hum in contentment as you slept. He couldn't help but smile at that. He closed his eyes again and tried sleeping.

"Wuhzzit," you asked, barely awake.

"Nothing," he replied. "Just needed you close."

"I know better, Fives." You were more awake now and sensed his unease. You rolled over a bit and started rubbing his back the way he liked.

"Just a nightmare," he answered quietly. "I thought I lost you."

"You're not gonna lose me."

"I'll make sure of it." He kissed you and snuggled close. You both fell asleep holding each other.

The next day he dragged you to a shooting range after breakfast.

"What are we doing here, Fives?"

"You're going to learn how to shoot," he replied.

"Why? I've never needed this. I live in a very safe place, and I-"

He put his hand up. "I know this, but I would feel better if you knew how to protect yourself. Even if you never need it. I just can't stand the idea of my boyfriend going unprotected while I'm deployed."

You knew this had something to do with the nightmare, so you weren't about to ask. You knew he'd tell you more about it when he was ready. Learning this skill wasn't going to hurt anything and if it made him feel better, then you'd do it.

You broke the silence after a few moments of contemplation. "Alright. Show me what to do."

"What do you already know," he asked.

"Umm, point and click?"

He chuckled, "There's more to it than that. We'll start at the very beginning."

Fives helped you pick out a blaster. If you were going to learn to shoot for protection, you needed to have one at home or knowing how to shoot wasn't going to do you any good. He showed you each part of a blaster, how to clean it, how to fix it if it was jammed, and basic safety measures. Once you seemed to have that down, he helped you find the right stance in front of the targets. He stood behind you and helped guide your movements. You fired shot after shot, taking in all his advice along the way. Even after you had your stance down, he continued to stand behind you, but you felt him relax into his usual self. You tried to focus on the exercise and not the feeling of his body against yours, but when you looked back over your shoulder after a particularly accurate shot, he grinned at you and kissed your neck.

"I think that's enough for today," he said. "But promise me you'll practice your aim while I'm gone."

"I promise." You put your new weapon in your holster. Fives wrapped his arms around you and he pulled you in for a kiss. He seemed to linger, wanting to take in the experience as much as he could. You were here. He was here. All he wanted was you in his life. He didn't know what he would do if he lost you.

On the way out, Fives checked with the manager of the range to see what else they offered. There were several different areas where you could practice and they had a set up for practicing with moving targets. You signed yourself up for several time slots.

You went home and spent the rest of the day together. He had to leave the next morning and you wanted to enjoy every moment you had. As you got into bed that night, he held you to him and kissed you firmly. It was always hard the night before he left. You wanted it to last forever, but knew it couldn't. Still, he knew how to make the evening memorable and once you finally fell asleep, only pleasant dreams played on your minds.

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[britcision]

All day I was planning to steal a minute to write so I could drop y’all some Harley this week…. And yet here we are 😅

I sewed about nine feet of hat drapery instead. Hat’s gotta be done for the 27 and I also have nine feet of curtains to sew around it once the top is on, sooooo… I’m a busy bee!

Gonna be a fucking great hat though

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I’ll Take The Highway iii

Finding Jason had been harder than usual. He’d never turned his phone back on after last night, and Bruce was still wrestling with one of his least favourite (and most common) side effect of a concussion; light sensitive headaches.

Even with the screen brightness all the way down, it was hard to even look at the batcomputer while he waited for Constantine to arrive.

None of his usual tricks were helping, spikes of pain jabbing behind his eyes every time he tried to scan the cameras for Jason’s presence.

It was Babs who found him in the end, taking her lunch at the library late to help him out. She had whole programs to scan the security cameras of Gotham for her, trained to recognise any bat or rogue from any angle.

False positives happened, but usually didn’t take more than a look to confirm or deny. They were extremely accurate.

Bruce would know.

He had copies of the same programs.

They just weren’t running properly.

He was probably still tired. He’d been pushing himself while injured, as usual, and as usual Alfred would be eager to tell him he’d been overtaxing himself too hard to work efficiently.

And then Constantine was late.

By the time the magician arrived, Bruce was regretting having taken a break to sleep at all. He should have sorted this out last night, before ever calling Jason.

They could have picked a time to meet, and while Bruce was fully aware Jason might have just told him to fuck off, he might not have. Especially if Bruce had promised to leave him alone.

He knew better than to ask Jason to introduce Danny to Constantine.

Barbara had generously kept an eye on Jason in the interim, and by the time Batman and Constantine were ready to go he seemed to have settled in Freeze’s place.

The Frozen Fields. Named for his wife, who Bruce’s top scientists still wouldn’t be able to save.

Along with Harley, Waylon Jones, and Danny.

Of course he was with Danny.

Half the city seemed to be intent on frustrating him today. They’d taken the Batmobile, and while he tended to only drive it in emergencies (and after dark), it still barely sped the journey through the city traffic.

It always felt wrong, sitting and waiting with the rest of the cars in the Batmobile. Didn’t match the “lurking justice in the shadows”. Which Constantine was quick to remind him.

Bruce just gripped the steering wheel tighter, sucked in a deep breath, and nearly bit his tongue when they finally edged up to an intersection only for the light to turn red.

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Y’all are so eager to see Bruce getting his comeuppances, sooooo here’s the start of his real bad day 😁 It’ll only get better from here!

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[mauesartetc]

Hello again! Thank you for the response on the ask, here are my redesigns that I was referring to! I’ve only done three thus far and only one actually has color 😅 color schemes are difficult for me, I must say. I’ll add a few notes on the side, they’re not necessarily the only things I’m looking for criticism on but just a few things I particularly am worried about with them/a bit of thought process.

Alastor (worried a lil about his color values not contrasting enough- I wanted his regular form to seem somewhat approachable from far away but then up close you feel a little more uneasy around him)

Angel (HEAVY W.I.P.- I’m especially iffy on the heart pattern for the outfit fluff and I wanna figure out how to make his general outfit more interesting. For his outfit it’s more supposed to be something that Val or Velvet would’ve put him in rather than something he’d pick out)

Charlie (she’s not much different in terms of sketch, she has some subtle design elements that go with my lore for the Angels in a Hazbin+Helluva rewrite I’m currently working on because I wanted to give something special for the royal heirs of the OG fallen Angels, but without color she’s mostly the same 😅)

Thank ya again for letting me send these! I’ve only rly shown them to friends and wanted to see if I could get some outside feedback as well 😅

(Thank you for your patience on this, dear god)

For starters, if you want Alastor to seem approachable from a distance, you might try some lighter, less-sinister colors for his outfit. Personally, if I saw this guy from across a room, the dark gloves alone would set off alarm bells. Major OJ Simpson vibes. Maybe a yellow, tan, or cream color (white would probably be too formal) would appear friendlier as well as accurate to his time period.

As for the rest of his outfit, I looked up "1930s men's fashion catalog" on good ol' Google Images and found a hefty amount of brown and light grey suits. Maybe something in this wheelhouse would work for Alastor-?

(I also darkened his face a tad for more value contrast with the new colors, and pushed the red on his staff for a more "infernal" look as well as standing out from the gloves.)

Angel Dust is trickier, since we don't know him, Val, or Velvet that well as characters yet. Since the series hasn't been released, we don't know much about what their taste in clothing actually is. (And no, I don't care about the character Instagrams or whatever. Social media doesn't count as canon.)

But I do know Val would probably want to put Angel in something that "sells"; something that makes him more attractive to clients. Something intriguing but not too revealing, that makes them want to see more. I figure a long-sleeved mesh top would fit the bill.

I also found a sexier version with harness rings. Research is your friend, especially when you're looking for something outside the realm of what you normally draw. And you could always make a moodboard with Pinterest or PureRef for a lot of different inspiration sources. Not sure what specifically you meant by "more interesting" as that's a hugely subjective term, but hopefully this is a decent enough starting point.

Okay. Charlie.

Just some notes and tweaks here and there. Not sure what specifically you wanted feedback on with her, but again, it's a starting point.

Hope that helps!

#character design #redesign #critique #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critical #outfits #clothing #redline #ask #midnighthybrid1

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

Stumbled upon your master list of SW meta you wrote, and enjoyed reading through some of them, especially the ones that examined and defended the jedi order. I point to the jedi order in particular because when you pointed out that the number of jedi in the galaxy are proportionally smaller compared to a planet with a population in the trillions, it reminded me of a bad take regarding the order (which is conflated with the whole "the jedi are actually the bad guys" in SW): that the jedi are eugenicists because their adoption of force sensitive children. This never sat right with me given that the jedi never seemed the type to be concerned with propagating their numbers in some form of "purity" (genetic or force sensitivity wise). Any chance you can gleam into the nitty-gritty of this take's unsavory implications?

OOf, that's an old ask, and that reminds me that I really need to update that masterlist 😅 (and me saying that is an even older draft, oops 😂)

Okay, the idea of the Jedi being *eugenicists* is SO out of left field that I feel like it doesn't even deserve to be really addressed so much as mocked, because words mean things.

To be quite fair, I don't think I've ever seen anybody seriously use that word. (It may very well have happened tho, I just can't remember somebody seriously making the claim and sticking to it.) Even the infamous KT rant (see below) doesn't call them that - the extremely weird and frankly absurd take is that they embody supremacist ideas and that people who are into them believe there is such a thing as an inherently superior person. She does use the word "Nazi" (just wow), but I don't think she was going for the eugenics part, just the run of the mill white supremacy theories. People on both sides of the argument may have misquoted/misinterpreted her on that though.

(Seriously woman, why were you even writing for Star Wars?! YOU DIDN'T EVEN LIKE IT!)

Now, eugenics? (This post is so weird to write, I can't even) ⇊

It is LAUGHABLE to use it in relation to the Jedi Order, because as you accurately put it, the Jedi just aren't interested in... making babies.

Do they force their members to procreate, even artificially? Absolutely not.

Are they seeking to improve the Order by only taking in the healthiest, strongest, most powerful children? No. They were ready to reject Anakin, for one thing.

Are they studying how to arrange reproduction in the rest of the galactic population? No.

Is there a ban on non-Jedi Force sensitives having children of their own? No. Are they forced or even strongly encouraged to have children of their own? No.

Do Jedi control who Force-sensitives are allowed to have children with? No.

Do Jedi test for Force-sensitivity and keep records of it? Yes. But they don't seem to keep genealogies - there's nothing that says the list in the Holocron is a permanent one either - rather, the way it's phrased and the way there's only babies on it, names are probably erased eventually. And the purpose of the list has nothing to do with increasing the occurence of Force-sensitivity.

Are non-Jedi Force sensitives forced by law to give up their kids? No.

Do Jedi automatically take in Force-sensitive children anyway? No. Bardotta and Dathomir are right there and nobody's bothering them.

Is the Order ableist? No. We even see plenty of disabled Jedi and nobody is throwing them out. (Amputees like Anakin and elderly people like Yoda and Tera Sinube, for starters. Also Prosset Dibs, or Tahl in Legends).

The Force isn't even proven to be reliably 'transmissible' from one generation to the next - the Force 'being strong' in particular families may just as easily be for more spiritual reasons depending on how you want to look at it. Because, you know, Star Wars isn't all literal.

IT'S JUST SO DUMB.

NOTHING ABOUT HOW THE ORDER WORKS HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH WHAT THAT WORD MEANS.

(I'm sorry I'm not dissing you for the ask I just don't get how anybody could ever have said that 😂😭)

#ask #jaculvaserinelozor #sw talk #jedi order

[halotopicecream]

hi there~

first of all I love your works and those you recommend they’re amazing <3

second in case if you take requests, I am leaving you one just in case

how about a dom!wooyoung x fem!reader where you get promoted as his secretary as he becomes the new CEO of a company and eventually try to catch his attention more (without knowing that you already did)?

-𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: CEO!Jung Wooyoung x fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: non-idol, workplace…au?, smut, fluff bc I’m a soft bitch, co-workers 2 lovers

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: mutual pinning (sorta), Wooyoung is a panty thief, seducing, uh, idk what else, tell me what I should add

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: with the new being the new CEO’s secretary came with a lot of baggage and responsibilities. That baggage was dealing with how painfully attractive he was, and the responsibility was keeping yourself from kissing him whenever you saw him.

𝐅𝐚𝐪: Tysm I really appreciate the support and the request🥹 I hope it came out to your liking! Just know I don’t know much about office work and stuff, imma costumer service gal so it may not seem accurate but I’m going off of what I saw in the three episodes of the office I watched. I like… can’t write just pork with zero build up. I struggle. So this is a lot longer than I thought it would be but I hope you like it! This is honestly kinda shitty but hey, I tried😅 NOT PROOFREAD

𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭

𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, dom!wooyoung, sub!reader, choking, dirty talk, reader gets called “slut “whore”, vaginal fingering, praise-ish, degration but not really, no safe word but consent checks (I’m barley awake spear me) vague aftercare (bc they’re at work) tell me if I used anything.

You wouldn’t say you were an attention seeker, because you weren’t. Usually having attention was something you’d avoid when you could. But when it came to the new CEO, all you wanted was for him to look at you.

Jung Wooyoung, an Adonis of a man who carried himself with so much confidence you felt your knees go weak being around him. You weren’t the type of girl to go out of her way to grab someone attention, but with Wooyoung, all of that changed.

“Sajangnim? I’ve got some papers for you to sign here before your meeting with Changbin tomorrow morning.” You said, placing the stack of papers on the desk in front of him, squeezing your arms against your chest so they would pop out in his face.

Wooyoung hummed in response, eyes trained on your breasts before he looked away, violently blinking. You stood up straight, giving him an innocent smile that definitely didn’t match your actions to him the whole day, and bowed respectfully.

“If you need anything or anymore information on the meeting you know I’m only a call away.” You turned around to walk out of the room, but Wooyoungs voice kept you from leaving. “Y/n, come here.” Your heart dropped to your stomach.

Gulping, you turned back around to face him, trying your best to hide how anxious you were. You’ve never heard Wooyoung speak like that before, especially not to you. He was always playful and sweet, and that’s why you liked him so much.

So hearing this demanding, almost angry tone made your skin prickle with anxiety.

“Y-yes sir?” His face was settled in a deep frown before he nodded to the door. “Lock it.” The anxious feeling turned into butterflies. Would you finally have your feelings returned?

You turned around to lock the door before facing him once again, and his expression morphed from a serious look, to a teasing smirk. Your whole body heated up, somehow knowing you were royally fucked.

Literally.

Resting his elbow against the desk, Wooyoung beckoned you over with a curl of his finger, eyes dark and leaving you breathless. “Come here, pretty girl.” He breathed, a soft tilt of his head more enchanting than anything you’ve ever seen any other man do.

You took a shaky breath before making your way over to the desk, standing in front of it, still a feet away from him. Wooyoung pushed his rolling leather chair away from the desk, patting his thigh while never breaking eye contact with you.

At this point you couldn’t control your body, and you’d stood completely still, unable to control your racing mind, heart and… literally anything else.

The smirk he wore fell slightly, a disappointed look replacing it, and you felt the odd need to change that. For some reason, you wanted to make him proud, to hear him praise you.

So, with an new need to please, you walked around the desk to stand Min front of Wooyoung, and his frown quickly changed into a smirk. You liked that look better than his frown. He took your hand in his, interlocking your fingers before pulling you closer to him.

“Can you tell me something?” His voice was smooth as honey, and you didn’t even realize you nodded your head. You were completely wrapped around this make finger. You knew it, and he knew it. And Wooyoung, oh he loved it.

Having a secretary who’s so helpful, easy to get along with, and so fucking hot.

“I want you to tell me how you feel about me. Tell me everything.” He smirked, voice turning into a slight growl at the end. Your breath hitched, goosebumps following the trail his fingers made up your arm.

“What… what do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean, doll. I see how you look at me, how you clench your thighs and how you try and get my attention by “accidentally” flashing me. But I want to hear it come out you pretty mouth. So tell me yeah?” His pupils were blown wide, eyes almost black if it weren’t for the florescent light showing the remaining brown.

You were frozen, heart hammering in your chest and you know your absolutely positively crazy for him. Wooyoungs palm met your cheek, tilting your head down to look at him. “Is this ok?” The eyes that were once filled with nothing but lust now held concern, and your heart melted.

He did care. Maybe this just wasn’t about lust. Maybe there’s something more. Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking, and all this is is a quick fuck for him.

But there was something in his eyes that said something different.

You covered his hand with yours, smiling at him before placing a kiss on his palm. Wooyoung blushed, heart hammering even quicker at your soft display. “It is. I’m ok, sir, I want this too.”

“Wooyoung, yeah? I want you to call me Wooyoung when we’re alone.” He caressed your cheek, slowly lowering your body down to sit on his thick thigh.

God, his thighs. The tight pants he wore always made them pop.

You nodded, resting your hands on his shoulders. “Now, tell me doll, would you? I wanna know what goes on in pretty head.” His hands rub up and down your sides, squeezing them gently. You were hesitant, too embarrassed to let him know what you thought about him and what he could do to you.

His grip on your sides grew tighter, eyebrow cocking up as though he was saying ‘well, I’m waiting’, and you could feel your body get warmer and warmer. “I… I think about b-being good for you.” His cock twitched in his pants.

“Oh? You think about being good for me when you walk around practically shoving your tits in my face like a slut? That doesn’t seem good to me.” He scoffed, letting his hands trail down and gripping your ass tightly. You gasped, letting out a quiet whimper that did not get past Wooyoungs ears.

“Mm, you like that? Like when I call you a little attention hungry slut? My little attention whore?” He pulled you closer, making your centers run against each other to create sweet friction. You let out a whine while Wooyoung groaned, pulling you again and again against him.

“Keep telling me what you think about, I wanna hear all about it.” His hands worked their way under your skirt, pausing for a moment to give you a chance to back away. But you did the opposite. You bucked your hips closer to his hand, behind him to finally touch you like you’ve been hoping.

“I think you’d have really pretty moans. Y-you look like a pretty moaner. I-I think about how you’d look between my t-thighs,” mm, Wooyoung would give his soul to be between your gorgeous thighs. “And I-I think about ridding you, because I think y-your thighs are really nice.” Oh he knew that already.

There’s been more than one (three, to be exact) occasion where Wooyoung may have overheard you talking to yourself about how much you love his thighs, and he may or may not have fed into that by wearing tighter pants to see you drool over him. He may have done that, but you’d have to ask yourself to see if it’s really true.

Wooyoung hummed, pleased with what he was hearing and finally loosing his patience, moving your panties off to the side and sliding one of his fingers into your wet heat. You mewled, slapping a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet.

That was the last thing Wooyoung wanted. He wanted to hear you, to make you beg for him so prettily like he knows you can. But there wasn’t enough time for that, he’d take his time next time.

“Mm I need you to moan for me doll, I need to hear your slutty little sounds.” He added another finger, pushing them as seek as they could go at the odd angle before curling them, grazing your g-spot.

“F-fuck! Wooyoung please!” You whined, burying your face in his neck and moaning into the skin, letting out all of your sounds muffled right next to his ear. He loved that, having you moan so sweetly right into his ear for only him to hear.

The sound your pussy was making as he messily fingered your flew completely over your head, mind completely held by the pleasure you were feeling. A third finger was added, stretching your pussy so well you almost felt like crying.

As he fingered you, Wooyoung caressed your back, the soothing gesture doing more for the pleasure than you thought it would. In a mindless haze you leant away from his neck to connect your lips, moaning into his mouth.

Wooyoung let out a groan, squeezing it your ass cheek tightly as he held you still. He licked at your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you happily gave him. Wooyoung slid his eager tongue into your mouth, leaving no crevice untouched by his tongue.

You rocked your hips against his hand, the knot in your stomach building and building until you were sure you were going to snap. So you pulled away from the dark haired males lips, panting against them as you thighs shook.

“Fuck ‘m so close Woo, pleasepleaseplease let me cum— I-I need it please, I promise I’ll be such an good girl for you!” You begged, gripping his hair harder than you could control, only for him to let a sweet moan.

Wooyoung chuckled, trailing kisses along your neck and leaving a few marks for onlookers to see before speeding up the thumb he had placed on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to that sweet euphoria.

“Go on doll, he a good slut and cum all over my fingers.” He groaned, bottom lip tightly tucked between his teeth as he hid his own excitement. You whined, grinding down onto his hand to ouch his fingers deeper than they already were.

A few more thrusts of his hand sent you over the edge, spasming on his lap and probably leaving a stain on his pants. Wooyoung thumbed at your clit a little more, helping you ride out your orgasm before removing his hands from your heart, spreading all three of his fingers to admire how slick they were.

His eyes found yours, filled with nothing but lust and want as he opened his lips, sliding his fingers into his mouth one by one, licking your juices off. His shoulders slumped and he let out a pleased groan, flossing his eyes and enjoying the taste.

You became flustered at his lack of shame, choosing to lower your gaze to the small piece of stomach you could see through his shirt. Wooyoung chuckled, holding your face in his hand before guiding you to his lips, sliding his tongue into your mouth, letting you taste yourself in his tongue.

His hands wandered away from your face to your blouse, playing with the buttons before he paused, pulling away from your lips. “Is it ok if I take this off of you?” You eagerly nod.

“I need words, doll.”

“Yes. Yes you can take it off, please.” You were hot, so so hot it was almost unbearable. But being around Wooyoung did that to you.

Once he got consent he started popping open your buttons slowly to make you grow impatient. He wanted you to he a mess by the time he stuck his cock inside of you, and the best way to do that was take it slow until you broke down.

The final button popped open, and Wooyoung had a front row seat (well, technically HE was the seat, but it’s not important rn) to see your dark blue lace bra, and he waisted no time cupping them. You reached behind yourself to unhook the bra and it fell off of your shoulders, falling onto the ground and leaving Woo the perfect view of your breasts.

He let out an appreciative hum, pinching your perked nipples between his fingers and tweaking them, chuckling at the needy sounds you let out. “Y-you’re so mean Woo.”

“Yeah, I am.” In a quick motion he stood up off of the seat, planting your feet on the ground before bending you over his desk. He flipped your skirt up, planting a firm smack accords your ass cheeks. You let out a yelp which turned into a whine. “Sorry doll, couldn’t help it.” He placed an apology kiss on your cheeks before sliding your panties down your legs, pocketing them.

He started to remove his shirt, setting it behind him to lay across the leather chair and tugged his suit pants and boxers down to his mid thigh, just enough for his leaning cocky to pop out.

You could feel yourself starting to drool at the sight, so you swallowed, pushing your hips back to urge him to hurry. “W-we don’t have all day, Woo. We’re still at work…” he hummed, prodding your entrance with his red tip with a smirk, loving down responsive you are.

“Oh I know doll,” he leant down, making his top push fully into you, making you gasp out. “Which is why you’re going to be quiet for me, hm?” Before you could manage a response he was pushing into you, grabbing your jaw and connecting your lips to drown out your shrieks of pleasure. He slowly bottomed out inside of you, letting you feel every ripple and vein on his cock.

He stretched you out so good, you felt your control over your voice slip away with every second. Wooyoung waited for you to adjust to his size, hissing every time you clenched around him.

“Please… please move.” You begged, voice high with need and impatience. Wooyoung bit his lip, holding in his own sounds of pleasure so he could hear you. “Whatever you want doll.” Slowly, his hips stared to move, giving you the stimulation you’ve been needing this whole time.

His hips snapped against yours, shaking the desk and he picked up his pace. Wooyoung wrapped his hand around your neck, pulling you up so your back connected to his chest. He picked up the pace, and the new angle hit the soft spot inside of you.

“Oh f-fuck— right there!” You nearly screamed, reaching back to tangle your fingers through his dark hair, tugging on it to ground yourself. Wooyoung chocked on his own breath, letting out one of the moans he was holding in.

“God fucking—hah. You f-feel so good. ‘M not gonna last much—ah — longer.” He whined, eyes rolling into the back of his head before he buried his face in your neck, bitting into the flesh to muffle his own needy sounds.

Your cunt spasmed around him, sucking him in deeper and drawing the both of you closer to your highs. His hand moves down to your core, middle finger landing on your pleasure button before rubbing quick circles on it, whispering sweet rods into your ear to push you closer.

“Come on doll, cum all over me. Wanna feel y-you squeeze me so hard I can barley move, so I can fill you up with my cum huh? G-god you’re so fucking tight I can barley hold b-back.” He huffed, sweat trailing down his forehead. Wooyoungs hips lost their rhythm, and you just couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“‘M cumming! Fuckfuckfuck— ah!” If Wooyoung wasn’t holding you right now you would have fallen over, but he held on, lower your body onto the desk as he chased his orgasm.

“Almost there baby, so f-fucking close— ngh— oh fuck ‘m cumming! Fuck! Can I cum inside of you? Is t-that ok?” He asked, bitting his lip to hold back.

“Yes! Yes please cum in me!” You moaned, using the remainder of your strength to clench around him as right as you could, pushing him over the edge.

“O-oh fuck!” He stilled his hips against yours, and you could feel the thick, hot ropes of cum shooting inside of you. As he came down, Wooyoung bucked his hips a few more times, making sure he was completely empty before pulling out of you.

He caught you in his arms when you went limp, moving his clothes from the leather chair to sit you in it. Wooyoung reached into his drawers and pulled out wipes, using them to clean your body, apologizing when he went over a sensitive spot. Once you were clean he cleaned himself before throwing the wipes away, coming back over to lead you to the couch he had placed in the room. You relaxed against it, catching your breath and steadying your mind.

Wooyoung helped dress you, cleaning up where your make-up was messy and redoing it. You were honestly impressed that he knew how to do make/up before you noticed he wore some himself. He grabbed you a bottle of water, twisting the cap open and hanging it to you for you to drink. You thanked him, not noticing how soft his eyes were.

The room was silence for a moment before he finally said something. “So, uhm… I know we technically missed a few steps,” he chuckled awkwardly, sitting next you. “But I really wanted to ask if you would go out on a date with me? Y-you don’t have to if it’s not what you want and maybe you did just want the sex, but I still wanted to—“ you shut him up with a gentle, chaste kiss, hoping that some of it would answer his question for him. Almost instantly he returned it, grabbing the back of your head to deepen it

You were first to pull away, pecking his nose with a smile. “I’d love to go out with you, Wooyoung.” You said, taking his hand in yours and playing with the rings on his fingers. His eyes visibly brightened, completely different from the dark look you saw earlier.

The both of you sat there for a moment longer, enjoying each other company before something broke the peace. “Uh, hello? Can I come in?” And that, sounded like it was time for you to leave. As you stood up and collected your things, Wooyoung pulled you in for another kiss, smirking when he could feel the heat radiating off of your body.

But it wasn’t only that, something else was missing.

“Hey uhm… where my underwear?” Silence, before Wooyoungs loud laugh broke it. He dug into his pocket, pulling out the dark pair before shrugging, placing them back. Your eyes went wide, mouth falling agape while trying to form words. Woo chuckled, kissing your cheek before shooing you off with a pat on your ass.

“So, how does this Saturday at four sound?”

©️HaloTopIceCream 2022

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[lucas-grey]

Hey Mini! I hope you're doing okay, thought I'd send you an ask ☺️

We're able to see 47's ideal safehouse in Freelancer (or at least, a lot of aesthetic choices he would probably like). What do you think Grey's ideal safehouse would look like? Where would it be?

Thank you for this interesting question 💕

We see a few small details of Grey's flat in Berlin, which looks quite industrial with the brick walls and pipes in the background. He doesn't live in Colorado, but according to his mercenaries he comes and goes, but the bedroom in the house is used by Rose, while the rest of the bedrooms belong to the men and women of his militia.

So let's put together what we can at least assume about Grey's lifestyle 😁

Grey is messy. If you look at the basement in Colorado, the whole thing is absolute chaos. Organised chaos, maybe, but messy all the way. His desk doesn't look particularly tidy either. An ashtray full of cigarettes. Crumpled paper everywhere. Waste bin missed? Never mind!

So what does that tell us about Grey? Well, he seems to place little value on order. He certainly has a system in his chaos, but he places less emphasis on order. Clothes may not need to be hung away immediately, dirty dishes pile up in the sink, you name it.

Quite the opposite of 47, who is very neat and accurate, at least in my headcanon 😌

But in fact, there is the option in Freelancer to make some parts of the house look like what I would see for Grey, rather than 47. For example, the wardrobe:

Or that little shed:

Open chip bags, beer bottles and used plates while mixing poison and explosives looks more like Grey to me 😅

Now when it comes to his safehouse in general and its location, I think Grey, like 47, has several locations.

The flat in Berlin gives the impression of being quite central, as we also keep seeing the headlights of cars driving past the windows. I think Grey prefers a flat in the middle of the city so maybe that is his "headquarters".

Maybe he feels more comfortable in the city, surrounded by lots of people. Being alone in the city is another thing than being alone in the forest somewhere. I think after all that Grey has been through, maybe he can't stand solitude and quiet so well. Maybe he needs that, that opportunity to step out the door and be in the middle of what we call "normality". To go to Cafés, to sit on a park bench and see the people around him and realise that he is not confined and isolated anywhere.

I think that's why he prefers a flat in the city. And a city like Berlin is very good for staying anonymous. I live in a big German city myself and here it's easy to be on your own and still not feel really lonely.

I can imagine that Grey likes that feeling. Being alone, but not feeling lonely. Being anonymous and yet somehow part of a whole.

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[hongcherry]

Torn || smg

"After being wounded during a mission, you find yourself somewhere you're not supposed to be—in Mingi's arms."

💔 Pair: Mingi x Reader(gn)

💔 Rating/Genres: NC-17; Angst, forbidden love, hurt/comfort, gang au

💔 Warnings: Injuries (deep cup), blood, stitches, (poor) gang-related talk, weapons, illegal activities mentioned, death/dying mentioned

💔 Word count: 2.5k

💔 Author's note: I didn't know where I was going with this fic, but I just felt like writing, so please ignore anything that doesn't make much sense. I'm going to pull, the "it's a fanfic" card lol. I also don't know much about medical or gang stuff, so I apologize if it's not accurate. I didn't do my research this time 😣 Lastly, I wrote this from an f-reader POV but realized I didn't think I used any specific pronouns and such, so I labeled it gn-reader. If I missed something, please let me know! Regardless of all that, please enjoy! This was a spontaneous writing session. I wasn't going to post again so soon but here we are 😅

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“You’re not supposed to be here,” the familiar low voice hissed. He was not happy to see you.

“And when did I ever listen to you?” you chuckled even though you knew he wasn’t going to find it funny.

Mingi took his head, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to focus on the task at hand.

“That’s going to get you killed one day,” he said, but you ignored his words.

“Easy there,” you warned when he was a little too harsh on your skin. Your jaw was clenched, hands fisted on the edge of the table you were sitting on.

Mingi kneeled below you as he cleaned the fresh wound on your calf.

You had been assigned to the east part of the city with your usual partner. The night was going fine. It was rather peaceful, actually. All you had to was deliver the package before one. 

Simple.

You’ve done more complicated tasks before.

However, they cornered you too fast. The sound of weapons being unsheathed filled your ears and your sight was soon clouded with rising smoke. You barely had enough time to pull out your weapon, pressing your back against your partner’s as they retrieved their own weapon. 

The package was in a bag slung around your torso. You couldn’t lose it.

Perhaps if you had been more focused you could have quicker reflexes. Maybe if he wasn’t on your mind, you wouldn’t have a deep gash down your leg.

Mingi didn’t reply to your warning, but the pressure he was using to wipe the blood on your leg eased. 

“Want to tell me how you got this?” Mingi questioned and tossed the soiled rag in a nearby bin. There were other rags in there, each stained with your blood. 

“Not really,” you murmured. 

Mingi stood up to his full height and you had to crane your neck to look at him.

“We don’t need the small talk, right? You can just finish your job and I’ll go.”

Mingi stared at you for a second, eyes flashing with annoyance. You were probably pushing his buttons, but you couldn’t find yourself caring about that. 

“Yeah,” he said through clenched teeth. “My job.”

He scoffed at that. It wasn’t his job to tend to your wounds, but he found himself doing it more often than he would’ve liked. 

Despite his cold demeanor, he picked you up gently. Since your partner was occupying the bathroom getting his own wounds cleaned by one of Mingi’s friends, Mingi carried you to the kitchen. He rested you on the counter so that your injured leg was hovering over the sink. It wasn’t the most sanitary for the kitchen, but Mingi didn’t seem to be bothered. 

Mingi turned on the water and washed his hands. Per your request, he remained silent as he cleaned your injury properly. 

Mingi’s lips were a jar while he worked on your calf. His dark brown hair was straight and hung in front of his forehead. His locks weren’t long enough to hide his eyes, but you liked it more this way. You could see his face better.

His usually crescent moon eyes and gummy smiles were absent from his facial features. He wore a stone-cold expression, which made you feel slightly intimidated under his gaze. One of Mingi’s talents was being able to appear like a giggly baby one second and then a baleful foe the next. Yet in both scenarios, you couldn’t stop your heart from racing a little faster at his striking features. He was definitely handsome.

But you would never tell him that now. Perhaps in the past, but not anymore.

“Can you move over there?” Mingi asked, voice void of emotions as he gestured behind him. It was the island part of the kitchen. 

“Why don’t you just move me yourself?” you challenged. Your eyes refocused on his face, trying to pull yourself from your thoughts.

“Yn,” he sighed as if all his energy had been drained from staying awake three days straight. You were really pushing him over the edge.

You relented at his tone, not really wanting to be on his bad side more than you already were. 

“Alright, alright,” you yielded and carefully swung your legs down. Mingi lingered around you, hiding his frown as he watched you wobble to the island. He forced his attention away from you and left to grab his other supplies.

When he came back, you were sitting on the island as instructed.

One by one, he set aside his first-aid items. You held your breath when he started to thread a needle.

“Is that necessary?” you asked and tried to keep your voice even. You only had to have stitches once, but the pain had made you never want to experience it again. You could already feel your body tensing up at that thought.

Mingi turned to you while pulling the material through the needle’s eye.

“The cut is deep, so yes.” 

Mingi watched you attentively. His shoulders eased slightly at your nervousness. You were tough, but even you had your vulnerable moments. Mingi had seen yours more than you probably knew.

Mingi grabbed a clean towel; he rolled it up and then handed it to you.

“Bite down on this,” he said softly.

No longer in the mood to argue, you took the towel and put it between your teeth.

Your eyes averted from Mingi as he started the sutures. You bit the towel harshly to keep your whimpers at bay.

Even when Mingi was mad at you, he would always be there for you. 

You wanted to hate that.

You wanted him to push you away. Maybe even demand you never come back to this part of the city because he knew people like you were never welcomed. People like you who were from the west; especially people affiliated with dangerous groups like yourself. You wondered why he kept letting you come back to his hideout.

His friends were placid. They weren’t involved with the crime world. They didn’t start wars with other people, and they didn’t do any illegal trading. Yet just being associated with you could bring them danger.

Sometimes, you wish you never met him outside that cafe a year ago. You wished he wasn’t so friendly and willing to help anyone in need. Like now, you had encountered dangerous people who caused you harm. Mingi had found you stumbling toward the restaurant and instantly went to help you. He didn’t know why you were hurt, nor did he know who had caused you pain. He just wanted to help.

And what he didn’t know for three months was that you were involved with a hostile group. 

He didn’t believe you at first–insisting to drop the joke. Though after a few more explanations, his smile dwelled down to a deep frown. You could tell he wanted to kick you out, but something inside him didn’t. 

Until two months later.

His friends weren’t happy with you around and they didn’t like the possibility of you bringing them trouble. They had been able to stay in the dark, not meddling with anyone’s business. They wanted to keep it that way.

It’s not until you were followed one day, that they were attacked. Luckily, no one was badly injured since the attacker was outnumbered. Even though Mingi’s friends weren’t a part of criminal activities, they still trained in combat in case they needed it. They knew no group could ever truly be safe in this town.

Though, that was the breaking point of you seeing Mingi.

You hadn’t seen him since.

And you swore to yourself you wouldn’t have gone to their hideout tonight. You tried to escape the ambushers without any other help, but your partner was more injured than you. You couldn’t both run in your conditions.

Mingi’s hideout was the closest and so without much thought, you rushed your partner to the building.

“Done,” Mingi announced and set aside the needle. He reached up and slowly removed the towel from your mouth.

Your jaw hurt from clenching it so hard.

“T-thank you,” you said and peered down at your calf. The stitches were neatly done. 

Mingi hummed. He stood there, not saying a word as he scanned your face. You opened your mouth to say something, but for once, you didn’t have anything to say.

Mingi broke the silence. “You can’t come here again.” 

His words had your walls crumbling for a second too long. Mingi saw the hurt in your eyes, could see the way your body tensed as your flight mode was activated.

Fuck, you wish your heart didn’t feel so heavy right now.

“I know,” you sighed and pushed back the heaviness in your chest.

You climbed off the counter and Mingi’s hand shot out to steady your unbalanced body. The warmth from his large hands burned through your clothes.

Part of you wanted to push him away, but another part of you wanted to collapse in his arms. To beg for him to take back those words. To beg for him to see you as more than the person who committed crimes in the dark.

But Mingi did none of that.

Once you were steady, he retracted his hands.

“Hongjoong said you need to leave once your friend gets bandaged. Should be about ten more minutes,” he spoke and averted his eyes from you.

You couldn’t stop the scoff that escaped your lips at his friend’s name. That man had probably corrupted Mingi into thinking you were some demon who came to destroy Mingi. Though, were you really as good as you thought? Deep down you knew Hongjoong held some truth in his opinion of you, but you couldn’t help but feel he was a big reason why Mingi stayed away from you.

“And what do you say, Mingi?”

At the way you spoke his name, he looked at you again. His expression was a mix of regret and sorrow. 

“I’m not in char-”

“I don’t care. I want to know what you want.”

“It doesn’t matter.” 

Mingi turned away, but you didn’t let that last. You placed a hand on the side of his face and made him look at you. Hesitantly, he shifted his eyes down to you.

“I don’t matter to you?” you questioned.

Throughout the months you had known him, you had grown closer. The months when he didn’t know who you really were felt freeing. His laugh was something you never knew you needed in order to brighten your day. Feeling his strong arms wrapped around your shoulders as he held you against him during movie nights had stirred unwanted emotions. Even his friends were cordial toward you then.

“Just leave them,” Mingi whispered, eyes softening at the way you looked at him. 

He didn’t need to elaborate on his sentence. 

As more days passed without seeing Mingi, you desperately wanted to. You wanted to leave the crime world behind and live as any average person your age. But there were still secrets you kept from Mingi. One being your family was tied to the group you were a part of. You would never be allowed to leave.

“You know I can’t,” you replied sullenly.

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Even if I did, I couldn’t be with you.”

Mingi’s lips tugged lower. 

“Why not? You said you wanted me,” Mingi argued. 

You recalled the touching night with you and Mingi sprawled over the couch. The TV light illuminated the small room, but neither of you was paying attention to what was playing. You were only focused on each other–focused on the words of the other as you each confessed how you truly felt. The kisses he gave you that night were scorched inside your memory.

“It’ll be dangerous. I’ll never be able to leave completely.”

“You don’t really want this, do you?” Mingi questioned and tried to step away. He wasn’t believing your words, conjuring them up as excuses. Though, you placed a hand on his waist to stop him.

“Don’t say that,” you pleaded quietly. 

“You would leave them then. Hongjoong said we could be together if you were-”

“He was lying,” you interrupted with a frown. You knew Hongjoong would never approve of you. Not after he found out about your affiliations. You wondered if he knew the truth as to why you couldn’t leave.

“Hongjoong wouldn’t-”

“Meet me next week at the cafe,” you insisted. You knew your time here was running out. No doubt one of his friends was bound to come to kick you out soon.

“I shouldn’t,” he mumbled sadly, reluctantly.

“One last time. It’ll be on me,” you offered, a forced smile forming on your lips as you tried to lighten the mood.

Mingi shook his head and dropped his gaze. You inhaled deeply and nodded. You had come to the conclusion that it wouldn’t work anyway. You could sneak around for months, yet it wouldn’t change anything. In fact, you were sure it would only cause more harm. You would grow more attached as the days passed. 

Mingi was right. Meeting at the cafe wasn’t a good decision.

“Then kiss me once more,” you said and pushed your body closer. “For the road?”

Mingi chuckled lowly, eyes raising to yours finally.

“For the road,” he echoed and lowered his head.

The kiss was light for a moment but soon turned more fervent. He moved his lips against yours quickly. You missed the way he kissed you so passionately. You missed the way he held you so dearly. Mingi had always poured his emotions into his kisses. You could sense the hurt he was feeling at knowing he wouldn’t be able to call you his. And while it hurt you, too, you had tried not to show that.

But maybe if you didn’t, he would know how serious you were about him.

Though before you could deepen the kiss further, a voice tore you both apart.

“We gotta’ go,” your partner spoke to you.

Mingi pulled away but kept his eyes on yours. You wished so badly you could see his smile one more time.

Instead, you gave him a small smile of your own. It was something you hoped he could remember you by… If he chose to remember you at all.

“Maybe I’ll see you around?” you said hopefully, yet you knew that was highly unlikely.

Mingi knew it too, but even with that knowledge, he replied, “Yeah… I’ll see you around.”

You both lingered in the other’s arms–both unable to find the strength to pull away.

“Yn,” your partner urged somewhere behind Mingi.

“Got it,” you sighed and reluctantly stepped away from the man you had grown fond of.

Mingi, being the caring person he is, quickly reached for you as you staggered. 

“It’s okay,” you reassured and patted one of his hands that gripped your waist.

You peeled his hands from yours and walked slowly to your partner. You put your arms around each other and trudged out of the hideout, grabbing the package that caused all this on your way. Mingi and his friends watched you silently as you both limped away using each other as support.

Each step you took was more painful than the previous, yet you couldn’t tell if that pain emitted from the wound in your calf or the wound in your heart.

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[sorcerous-caress]

Hi hun I figured I'd send this over if you're not busy and see what you thought! I'm sure I'll post officially but I've still got a lot of works to transfer first and got too excited! 

I got inspired by your Human Kink stuff and Riff's request so this is super self-indulgent but I still hope you enjoy it!

I don't have a lot of experience so I thought you'd be the best person to go to if anything seemed off. I'm still figuring out genders, and classes but this was what I came up with. I'm bi with a male lean and I may go reverse harem style cause I'm weak for those in otome, but also female tieflings are really hot so we’ll see how the wind blows 🤣

My only experience atm is the little of BG3 I've played and Critical Role, where I'm currently up to Campaign 1, Episode 19 so I looked up a lot and hope it's accurate. Unrelated, but every time I think of Drow I can't help but picture Aaravos from The Dragon Prince. Not technically a Drow but he's that world's version of a kind of dark elf if I'm remembering right. His deep, sultry voice does not help. Come to think of it, he was probably the one who made me realize I had a thing for Elves even before BG3 came out. 😅

Tried to put a gif here but the ask broke both times I've tried to and this is now my 3rd time reformatting 😭 If you look him up you'll see what I mean and why he reminds me of the way you portray Drow- very smirky arrogant, similar appearance and such!

Human Kink DND Party

Human Bard

Nadton Aleanmtor(“Cunning/Darkness” Male Drow Rouge) 

Ivelran Galamaer (“Starwhispher” Eladrin) Wizard

Eya (“Pandaemonium” Tiefling) Fighter

Hookt(real Changeling name) Vesper (fake Human name) Artificer 

Valtir (Aasimar Cleric)

“You shouldn't have that; give it back!”

Your pulse rabbited against his hand and the Drow laughed, cooing into your ear, relishing the way you shivered. You looked so pretty like this. He had his hand around your fragile throat, holding you steady against the tree while he whispered into your ear from behind. 

“Shh shh shh, little Human. You don't want the rest of the camp to hear, now do you? Think of what would happen if they found out~”

You freeze, biting back a whimper.  

“You read it? That was private-”

“Should've done a better job of hiding it then. Under your mattress, little Human? You couldn't even string together a simple invisibility charm? Clearly it didn't matter much to you if I saw.”

He felt the way you swallowed and his grin turned to a knowing smirk. 

“Don't you worry. It'll be our little secret, for now. I rather like the idea of being able to make you whine and squeal for me and me alone with such a pathetic little weakness.”

He hissed on the word pathetic and chuckled at the way you twitched and squeaked at his breath on your ear. 

“What's wrong, Human? Too ticklish for your own good?”

You were already giggly from anticipation.

“Please dohohon't say it!”

He cooed in mock sympathy, and the fingers around your neck began to tap, making you try to pull his hand away. His grip held firm however and you gasped as his other hand pinched at your side, rushing to grab his other wrist for all the good it did you. 

“How precious you are like this. You whined and complained oh so often about wanting to be treated as an equal- but that was all a farce, wasn't it? You truly wanted to be here, to be teased and tormented into submission by someone greater than you.”

That annoyed you, and you opened your mouth to snap at him, swallowing back your giggles with difficulty in an attempt to be taken seriously. 

“You're wrong; you'll pay for-hnngh!”

You squealed as his left hand wrapped around your side, squeezing ticklishly. His right hand loosened, and he began tracing patterns into your neck. 

His voice was raspy with a dark warning. 

“Oh I really wouldn't talk back if you know what's good for you dearest. You can, I'd relish the excuse to put you in your place, but I'm afraid you're much too sensitive for such idle threats.”

“You don't have to do this. Please. Just pretend you never found it!”

You squirmed more vehemently and he finally released you, letting you stumble away to glare at him as he sauntered out from behind the tree, stopping momentarily to pick up your diary from the forest floor. 

“I could, but why would I? You're so much fun to toy with, and now? I have even more ammunition. I only read the first chapter so to speak, there's so much more fun to be had after all. Why spoil it for myself?  Let it never be said I don't even the playing field, even with a Human.”

He tosses your diary in the air and you fumble to catch it, hugging it to your chest as you manage to grasp it with a sigh of relief. When you look up you can't help the way you backup a step instinctually, but otherwise hold your ground, refusing to let your glare waver as he hovered over you.  

“Nadton. What do you want now?”

He smirks, crimson irises alight with amusement. 

“I just wanted to offer you a piece of advice. Get a stronger lock this time, yes? I do so relish a challenge. I'm looking forward to what other dirty little secrets you've written for me~” 

A flash of teeth and his laughter had your face burning in angry embarrassment as he left you, white hair swaying behind him as a breeze blew through. 

You didn't plan on giving him access again, perhaps Vesper could create a lock? He could be playful, but you didn't think he'd break your trust and his Artificer knowledge may prove beneficial. Ivelran too, was an option. Despite his currently quiet demeanor, given he was in his Winter season, you trusted him too. He'd never liked Nadton and had strongly disagreed on allowing him to join your party but you felt too bad for him not to- given the shape he'd been in at the time.  His pride hadn't allowed him to ask you for help, and he told you to fuck off when he’d caught the concern in your eyes, but you just couldn't leave well enough alone. He may be able to whip up a more magically based protection.  

Now? He didn't leave even when you asked him to. He followed you everywhere, and was a ruthless bully. Kept you all alive, though. He'd saved all of your lives on many an occasion. …Even if he only saved you so he could boast about his talents and how dead you'd all be without him there.  

You'd just have to prove him wrong, that's all. Let's see how weak he thought you were when he couldn't break the lock, or detect it in the first place! With a determined nod to yourself you headed back to camp for the night, trying to get what little sleep you could. 

Hope you've been well and are excited for the New Year! Still fighting off this sickness but I'm heading down to North Carolina to spend time with family early on Friday. Hope this wasn't too cringy, I know it's really self-indugent 🫣

-S

Good food good food

I like how you gave them distinct names and personality. It was really good to read! Thanks for sharing <3

I say go full self indulgence really. All art is cringy by nature. You are writing a story, you have characters, motives, a setting and an end goal. It's as real and as valid as any other story.

Because the self-indulgence part is subjective to the reader really. Someone like me would be over the moon for finding a story like that, i would happily stay up all night to read about the human and their companions.

To other people it depends on their tastes. Every jar has its lid and every story has its target audience, no one can really decide what counts as a story and what doesn't, only the author who wrote it.

People have a tendency to belittle smut writers, to overlook smut or kink based stories as just glorified porn. As if sex is something that lowers the value of art.

They're stuck in their worlds of sterile and sensitised arts, where everything has to be clean or only have majorly liked kinks but "oh never actually call them kinks because we are normal you see, unlike the other non-normal people with their weird niche interests."

Because even critically claimed stories do have hints of their creators' kinks or interest, it just flies over most people's heads. Or it's so widely spread that people forget it's even a kink anymore cough softcore-hetro bdsm cough.

On the opposite side, children media also gets belittled for not having things like kissing or cursing or sex, as if those things give meaning to art and without them the art is for babies and shouldn't be consumed since it has no mature themes.

It's really hypocritical, isn't it? They don't want too much sexual content or niche kinks because then it's a porno, but if there is none at all, then it's considered immature. It's completely subjective yet they think they get to decide what belongs in art and what doesn't. As if even the smallest of things can't be art like the way electrons orbit a nucleus isn't art.

Because smut and sex is just...sex. it doesn't have a higher or lower meaning. Your story doesn't benefit from having it, and it doesn't suffer from the lack of it.

It's a tool like any other you can use in your story.

Think of it as eating a cake, maybe some authors will use it as a metaphor for something else, a power play maybe.

While other authors include it because they genuinely like cake and want to write a story about the different cakes their characters get to eat.

Some authors don't like cake at all themselves, but still write or read about their characters eating cake because they find it interesting or would like to explore it in a setting away from themselves.

Some do like cake but never put it in their works. Maybe they just rather their characters eat pizza or clean a kitchen or move the plot along rather than eat cake. Even if the author can be someone who is very open about their love for cake, doesn't mean their story has to have it.

And there are ones who don't like cake and don't write about it.

There are also ones who know cake is not appropriate for their demographic or customers. Maybe it's based on cultural differences or maybe because their demographic is too young and shouldn't be reading about eating it yet.

So, really, please don't think less of your story because it's based on a kink, so many works are, it's just not mentioned in public. If you don't want to tag it as such, then it's fine, but I think forcing people to acknowledge its true nature will make them have a new look on stories.

Also it filters out any reader who holds these ideas from reading your work. Even tho I mostly post light themed works, i still keep dark content in my bio because I don't want people who abhor or look down on these things to read my works.

#♡human kink #♡human reader #♡anonswriting #♡-S #♡writing