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songmingisthighs · 7 months

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how ateez treats your child

group : ateez

pairing : ateez (individual) × single mom!reader

genre : fluff

wc : 3 k

warning : children. children are walking warning signs.

a/n : this cancelled my sleep so there's that </3

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hongjoong

The door of your apartment opened and in comes your son squealing happily for you, almost running inside until Hongjoong stopped him to take his shoes off first. As Hongjoong helped him, he was grinning widely at you who walked over to meet them halfway, "Hi mommy!" He called, finally able to rush to give you a huge hug once his shoes were completely off. "Hiya, bud! How was your day with Hongjoong?" Though you asked him, Hongjoong beat him to answering, "We had a great time! Little buddy here mastered the C, D, G, and A chord on the piano!" He boasted as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pecking your lips gently making your son gag before rushing to put his backpack in his room.

You both separated momentarily and you cupped your boyfriend's face, "Seriously Joongie, thank you so much for picking him up from school, I swear I would've done-" Hongjoong stopped your rambling by planting another soft peck on your lips with a chuckle, "Hey, I told you we had a great time. I finally found someone who wouldn't complain sitting in my studio for hours on end and you can't take that away from me," teased, poking fun at the times you complained about him needing a break from his work.

Just as you were about to shower him with more affection, your son returned to push Hongjoong away with all his might. "My turn to hug mommy!" He said after he managed to unlatch Hongjoong from you. Feeling challenged, Hongjoong pulled him away just as he was about to wrap all four of his limbs around you, "No way, I spent the day with you now I want time with my girlfriend." Hongjoong knew how jealous your son can be because he too is a jealous man. So as expected, your son screeched and began to try to get Hongjoong as far away from you as he could. But of course, Hongjoong retaliated, using your son's socks clad feet to carefully push him just enough so he'd slide away from you while you stood there both confused and amused at their shenanigans.

seonghwa

On Saturdays, you'd usually spend the morning catching up with your friends and knowing this, Seonghwa made sure to sleep over on Fridays as often as he could to help care for your daughter (which is crap because he's always at your place anyways). Unbeknownst to you, he and your daughter had bonded beyond your imagination. Not that you were surprised since Seonghwa had spent years taking care of a group filled with 5 year olds, your own 5 year old must've been easy to take care of.

When you came back from your brunch, you were surprised to find Seonghwa and your daughter by the dining table, your daughter standing on a chair and Seonghwa close to her side, looking absolutely serious. They had their arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, and lips pursed as they stared at the 10 plates of cake in front of them. It was honestly an adorable sight because for some reason, you saw how they looked so similar.

"Am I interrupting something?" You chuckled as you approached them. Seonghwa welcomed you by wrapping an arm around your hip and kissing the side of your head as youe daughter answered, "Hwahwa and I are food testing again! Today's theme is bakery we can't pronounce!" She grinned widely before returning to glare at the cakes. "Aaaaaand why are you guys only staring at these cakes?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. Seonghwa sighed and shook his head, "We can't decide where to start so we're trying to rank them from the prettiest first before actually sampling them," Seonghwa explained. "And it's such a hard decision!" Your daughter groaned and dramatically leaned on Seonghwa for support. Reciprocating, your boyfriend also faked a cry, turning around to let you go in favour of hugging your daughter, "We are stuck in a dilemma!" "Well, whatever you guys decide to do, better do it fast before the ants tries the cakes first," you sighed before retreating to change, leaving your boyfriend and your daughter to go back to... whatever activity they were doing.

yunho

Babysitting was something Yunho didn't expect to do for his girlfriend. Then again, he didn't expect that he'd be dating a single mom. Luckily, you had the most precious daughter that just melt Yunho's whole being and he loves her so much that he didn't consider babysitting as babysitting anymore.

As he was washing the dishes after eating the food he got for him and your daughter, he heard the soft pitter patter of her tiny feet and then he felt soft tugs on his sweatpants. Without abandoning his task, Yunho looked down at the girl with a gentle smile, "Yes, peanut?" She giggled happily, liking the nickname a lot. "Can you teach me how to dance?" She asked, tilting her head to the side like the most adorable puppy ever. Yunho grinned widely because he had always wanted to impart some of his knowledge to someone and the most imparting he had done was turning his little brother to a gaming nerd. After wiping his hands with a rag, Yunho crouched down to the girl's level (as best he could because even when crouching down, the tiny girl only reached his chin), "Okay then, what dance do you wanna learn?"

Your daughter decided that she wanted to learn Bouncy which wasn't even in the list of dances Yunho offered her as he thought it would be too hard for her. But she was adamant, shaking her head so hard that her pigtails almost came loose. But to Yunho's pleasant surprise, the girl was amazing. She picked up the choreography smoothly in 3 tries. Sure, Yunho had to simplify certain parts but she got most of the choreography down. He couldn't help but takw a video of them dancing together and sending it to his groupmates, parents, and even you, captioning it 'look at me and my peanut ♡'.

yeosang

It was a casual day which was rare for both you and Yeosang. Since your life has been so hectic, you decided to stay in with your son who decided he wanted to use the time he had to finish his homework. Yeosang and he had been friendly with each other but they were not close (yet) as they haven't spent much time together nor have they found anything in common. But you were hopeful.

You and Yeosang were cuddled on the couch as the TV played a drama that you and he wanted to watch while your son sat on the floor with his homework spread open on the portable desk. "I'll be right back sweetie," you told Yeosang, patting him on the thigh before walking away to go to the bathroom. At first, Yeosang only paid attention to the tv but from the corner of his eyes, he could see your son looking around for you every so often, lips pouting and hand scratching his head which indicated that he was stuck on his homework. For some reason, Yeosang found it in him to be the first one to make the move, "Hey there buddy, what homework do you got there?" He asked, catching your son by surprise. For a moment, your son could only look back and forth between the homework and Yeosang, hesitating. Yeosang was about to tell him that he didn't have to share when your son grabbed his book and walked over to Yeosang on his knees and dropped the book on Yeosang's lap, "It's math but I don't know how to do this," he said sadly, gesturing to the opened page. Yeosang grinned widely and his chest puffed with pride, "Well, lucky for you, I'm a math wiz! Come on, let's solve this together."

When you came back, you saw Yeosang had situated himself next to your son on his portable desk, teaching him how to solve the equations that he was stuck on and he was conversing with the boy so well. He allowed the boy to try and solve the equation and gently letting him know where he was wrong. They were so immersed that they hadn't realized you returning to your seat as they took a break to play the multiplication game, evem teasing each other when the other took too long to answer.

san

San loved kids and it showed with how he actually volunteered on babysitting your son as you go on a business trip. At first you were worried because your son had never been away from you to be in a place that's not your home. But San convinced you that it was fine, he was fine with spending time with his best bud and if it wasn't for the great bond they had, you wouldn't have been able to leave your baby to tend to your responsibilities.

"Say bye to mommy!" San urged your son who was sitting on his lap wearing his beanie. "Bye mommy! I miss you!" Your son said as he waved his hands to the camera while San did the same, throwing lots of air kisses your way before hanging up. As soon as the call ended, your son went back to watching San played a game. "Is that uncle Yunho?" He asked, reaching forward to point at a character on the screen. San grinned widely and pat the boy on the head gently, "That's right, bud! You're starting to understand the game, don't you?" They spent another hour like that, San playing the game with Yunho, Yeosang, and Jongho as your son ask him questions and eventually even tried a round (to which he died within 30 seconds and San had to hug and reassure him that he'd teach him how to play better and in time, he might be great).

Without realizing, as it was his habit, San started singing random songs that popped into his head. The crisp sound of keyboard and mouse clicking paired with San's honey voice proved to induce sleep in your son as his eyes drooped low and his eyelids fluttered ever so gently before closing. It took a while for San to realize that your son had been quiet, only leaning on his sturdy chest. When he looked down, San almost squaled at just how adorable your son looked sleeping so comfortably; one of his eyes covered by the beanie that had shifted, his mouth agape, and his body completely relaxed comfortably in San's lap. Carefully, San took a selfie of him and your son, changing the picture to his homescreen before shutting the game and bringing the boy who wrapped his arms tightly around San's neck when San lifted him up to the bed so he could sleep soundly. Even then, your son refused to let go of San, holding onto two of San's fingers as he dozed off to dreamland where San soon followed.

mingi

Kids were something Mingi wanted in the future. He knew he wanted to have his own but he knew that he's going to have to learn and practice before actually having one. Which was a predicament considering he's dating someone with a 3 year old daughter. But she's just the most precious thing ever that Mingi pushed his insecurities away to dote on the princess.

Like now, Mingi found himself unable to peel away from your bed where your daughter was napping. He was mesmerized at how adorable she looked with her tiny tiny snores and absolute relaxed expression. "Mingi, baby, you're going to wake her up if you keep staring at her like that," you said, poking your boyfriend on his shoulder for him to simply wave you off, "No I won't, I promise. I'm just trying to understand how she's so absolutely adorable like a tiny tiny marshmallow," he squeaked in utter adoration. You couldn't help but smile and rolled your eyes at how whipped Mingi was for your daughter but you couldn't blame him. "Well, I'm going to go the convenience store because the little princess is going to want her yogurt when she wakes up and we're out. So you try your best to not eat this tiny tiny marshmallow," you teased him before leaving the room and the apartment.

After a while, Mingi felt a little thirsty so he carefully got off the bed and went to the kitchen. He was just taking his first gulp when he heard soft whimpers and sobs coming from your room. Immediately, he put the glass down and rushed to the little girl who was sitting up on the bed, sniffling because she thought she was left alone. When she heard Mingi came in, she immediately reached both hands towards him, asking to be picked up. "Minnie," she whimpered with trembling bottom lip. Without thinking, Mingi scooped the girl up in his arms and started calming her down while she clung on him for dear life. "Don't worry princess, Minnie's here, Minnie's got you," he repeated, smiling to himself when he heard the girl calming down as she nuzzled her face on his shoulder, finally content.

wooyoung

Initially you hesitated dating Wooyoung because you have a daughter. A 4 year old daughter who is your whole life and the very reason you hesitated being in a relationship. But when you found Wooyoung who absolutely adored your daughter, you knew you made the right choice taking the leap.

Usually, the men you date would make you leave your daughter at your friend's or with a babysitter or even with your parents by guilt-tripping or bluntly stating that they didn't feel comfortable with your kid. Not Wooyoung though, not at all. He's the type to want to take your daughter on your dates, even going as far as planning the date around your daughter. You couldn't forget her face when Wooyoung took her to the fox cafe, seeing them both running around the place and somehow blending in with the animals. That day, Wooyoung came home with 137 nee pictures and videos of your daughter going nuts over the animals. Since then, they were insepparable.

"Hi, I'm here to pick up my daughter," you smiled at the receptionist of the daycare who stared at you in confusion. "I-I'm sorry, but someone already came in for your daughter," she said, causing your eyes to bulge out in panic, "What? Who? Why would you let a stranger take my child?" Your voice was getting louder which scared the poor receptionist. "I-I'm sorry ma'am it-it's just that, your daughter called him papa so I-" "Papa? Who-" just as you were about to continue, your eyes saw a very familiar figure holding your daughter in his arms, happily talking. Wooyoung's eyes met yours and he momentarily paused, realizing that he got caught "kidnapping" your daughter. Just as you were about to call for him, Wooyoung grinned widely and pointed at you which caused your daughter to turn in his arms and beamed. "Now, say bye bye to mama!" He teased but your daughter did as she was told anyways, waving at you happily saying bye bye before Wooyoung whisked her away without any care, casually walking out of the daycare as if you weren't frozen in your spot, looking at them leaving just like that.

jongho

Jongho knew what he got himself into when he agreed to date you, knowing full well that you have a son. He didn't really care about whether or not you have a child but he grew very fond of the boy rather quickly. How can he not? The boy seemed to take a liking to Jongho to the point that he idolized the man. Especially Jongho's strength.

The three of you went out for a picnic because it was such a beautiful day and your son remembered Jongho saying that he should be out when the sun is out. As he was helping you take food out, he noticed the boy was doing the same, even taking glances at how Jongho was doing things. It was absolutely adorable. Suddenly, Jongho stood up and reached for a bag to produce a soccer ball. "Hey, bud," he spun and tossed the ball in his hands and you could see your son getting so hyped up, super excited, "Wanna learn how to play soccer?" Jongho asked. Seeing as your son basically had sparkles in his eyes, you could only roll your eyes playfully and shoo them off to play so you could FINALLY set the food up in peace..

They chose a spot not too far, somewhere you can still keep an eye on your son but still relax in the shady area with your book. Jongho and your son were having a blast being active together. The boy was thrilled to have been given personal coaching from the guy he admired most and Jongho was experiencing the joy of mentoring a child who looked up to him as much. "There you go, buddy! That's it!" Jongho cheered when your son managed to kick the ball with a running start. Unfortunately, once the ball was kicked, he tripped and fell on the grass. Just as you were about to rush to him, you saw Jongho rushing at the boy who had tears brimming in his eyes and a quivering bottom lip, frozen on the ground not knowing what to do. Without hesitation, Jongho pulled the boy up and hugged him tightly in his strong arms, "I'm so proud of you, buddy! That was such a good kick!" Jongho was hoping that by reminding him of his achievement, your son wouldn't focus much on his fall which thankfully happened. When your son pulled away from Jongho's hug, he was giggling while wiping the tears away with his arm, nodding shyly. "Do you think you can do that again after we eat something?" Jongho asked as he adjusted the boy before swooping down to grab the ball on the ground and walking towards where you were. You've never seen your son so excited talking about anything to anyone and frankly, you couldn't be more glad that it was Jongho who made him so.

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homunculus-argument · 10 months

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Have you ever had one of those things happen that just straight-up sound like something that'd only go down in a badly written sitcom?

This one time a few years ago, I had nothing to do in the middle of the day so I went out to wander around the city, and encountered one of those christian missionaries of some sort - not mormons, some local finnish-speaking one, probably Jehova's witnesses, I can't recall - who addressed me first. Having only gone out to kill time I figured I'd stop to see what he had to say, this might get interesting.

He started talking about sin, and I told him that I don't think that's real, humans aren't inherently bad creatures that need to be goaded into not doing evil by an outside force. Apparently taken back by my confidence about this, he asked me why I think so. And while I was absolutely not this eloquent about it while talking as I am typing it out now, I explained that if doing good didn't come naturally to people, it wouldn't feel good to do it. There's been studies about that - it makes people feel happy to help others, even when they gain nothing from it, or even at a cost to themselves sometimes.

Doing good things feels good for the same reason as eating, sleeping and having sex feel good - because we're supposed to do it. It doesn't matter to me why that is - either there's a god who made people with inherent goodness to them, or natural selection of the cold uncaring universe saw this behaviour as beneficial for survival. People want to be good to one-another just like migratory birds want to fly south for the winter.

He gave me his best annoyed "alright, fair enough"-shrug and was clearly trying to think of how to disagree with that when we were interrupted. I have no idea how a person that large and entirely indifferent to concepts like subtlety, stealth or an indoor voice even can sneak up on people, but we were both startled when someone I had briefly met appeared out of apparent nowhere, loudly going

HEY AREN'T YOU THAT TRANNY FROM THE PARK

addressing me. I used to go drinking at the park quite often back then, and while I did meet a lot of people that way and my memory is the first thing to disappear when I'm drunk, someone that loud, tall and broad-shouldered, covered in tattoos, with long hair, braided beard and electric blue eyeshadow isn't someone you easily forget. I was, indeed, the tranny from the park and I had been the person who had explained the concept of "nonbinary" to them.

My acquaintance here was somewhere between 30 and 50 and not exactly up to whatever the kids are doing these days, and their reaction to this information was roughly "oh huh so there's a name for the thing I'm doing". As they only spoke finnish, I can't say that I would have been the one to explain the concept of gender neutral pronouns to them, but they had been fascinated to discover that other languages have gendered pronouns in the first place.

Refreshing my memory of the encounter - and apparently unintentionally also recounting it to the missionary who was still silently standing with us - they proceeded to explain that they've never really felt like a man or a woman. And sometimes not really even like a human, but more like an alien who had just been dropped off here from a spaceship - but not like in a psychotic delusions sort of way, but just the vibes, you know? They then proceeded to tell us about some other fascinating epiphanies that they had had while on psychedelics.

As they went on, the christian missionary next to us was drifting backwards so slowly that I don't think I noticed him actually take an individual backwards step, just silently sliding gradually further away from this situation, with apparent mild concern. And while my happenstance acquaintance - whose name I either never heard or couldn't remember hearing - was talking, I noticed I had gotten a text message from a friend, who asked if I'm around and whether I want to come hang out.

So as the nonbinary giant self-appointed alien was finished with their story and took their leave - telling me that they'll probably see me around, and as I was around a lot, I reassured them that they would - I turned to the missionary and told him that while I'd love to carry on with what we were talking about, I actually have people to see now, and bid him good luck with whatever he was trying to do.

It's been like five years between that day and today, and during that time I moved to a different city and back here. I don't think I've seen the nonbinary giant again even once during this time, and wherever they are, I hope they're doing ok and no longer doing any weird drugs. Or if they are, that at least they're having fun.

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mewtwo24 · 8 months

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MAWS - An Allegory for Autism, too?

God like…there have been so many amazing posts about maws right now, and I don’t want to detract from any of them because I absolutely agree with how powerful an allegory the show is in regards to being an immigrant/alien.

But at the same time I just. I have been literally losing my mind at how autistic Clark feels. And at this point I can’t tell if I’m seeing things that aren’t there or he really is just so god damn ‘tism it makes his experiences of being othered two- and triplefold.

Like. Okay. He keeps acting on what he thinks is just or morally right in the moment, but sometimes struggles to see the social signals (or bigger picture) that might indicate somebody is deceiving him. If he does realize he’s being deceived, he does the right thing anyway even if it’s to his detriment--because he can’t accept looking away from a problem he might have resolved. Helping someone, no matter how difficult or unreasonable.

Okay.

When he’s trying to protect himself from Lois. He tells the truth in the most evasive way humanly possible, and because he thinks she’ll find him dashing from saving people he comes off as dissembling. He is convinced that he has charmed her to no end with his alter ego since he’s Such A Super Cool Strong Normal Guy as Superman, and that she couldn’t possibly be suspicious any longer because he told the truth. Lois wants to throttle him for lying. He has no idea as to why that is--and is openly surprised that she’s upset.

This is not even touching the fact that he lived for YEARS with Jimmy and literally destroyed stuff in front of him by accident, and never once thought Jimmy knew some shit was going on with him. Jimmy, being subtle and considerate, didn’t snitch because he was a homie. Clark does not notice in the slightest. ‘IT COULD HAVE BEEN THE SCREWS’ ASS.

This also not touching on the “How did you know you were bulletproof?” “I didn’t. I just knew you weren’t.” Despite pervasive signs that his powers weren’t operating as they should in that area. Despite knowing Lois was still upset with him and may not forgive him, could hurt him with what she knew.

Okay.

I'm going to put the rest under a cut because I never go on short tangents:

In a lot of New Age illegitimate medicine and psychological constructs, autistics are often conceptualized as people with ‘special powers’ or religious enlightenment in accordance with some manifestations of their disability. Clark’s superspeed and strength and heat vision can EASILY be seen as an extension of that. However, what I really want to talk about is the latest episode’s super hearing.

Most autistics have sensory issues, both with textures but also with hearing. A very common surprise for undiagnosed individuals, for example, is that they use music and headphones to stim in a more socially acceptable way. Particularly loud noises or constant loud chatter can cause distress otherwise, and having constant meltdowns/catatonia reactions isn’t feasible for survival.

Of all his powers that might be a weakness I think it is a fascinating--and honestly, deliberate--choice that speaks volumes (please pardon the pun). Because that’s the horrible thing about having sensory overload with your hearing; you don’t always have a choice as to what you’re subjected to. Ear-piercing alarms can flare at any moment, people can play what they consider harmless pranks, or day to day fighting to focus can make every sound feel like nails on a chalkboard from the overstimulation.

While Clark is able to distinguish voices if he knows what to look for, lack of sleep and rest tremendously weaken his ability to focus. I noticed that as the episode wore on, there was a distinct and exponential progression. At first, when he overdid it and didn’t sleep for a day or so, he still managed to operate without hurting himself or risking others. But as he kept pushing himself without rest to answer every cry for help, he grew progressively and sharply overwhelmed. He quickly became overstimulated by the mounting flurry of oncoming stimuli (e.g. the truck about to hit someone, dodging people around him, the relentless super hearing flooding in) and began to react in ways that were careless and random.

Though his powers appear supernatural and inexhaustible, we are forced to face the fact that he still possesses hard limits. Even if autistics seem more capable than NTs at points, there is a reason “high-functioning” became an obsolete terminology with which to differentiate people on the spectrum ‘who seemed to be above average’. Because just as we see Clark forcing himself to exert his superpowers until his body collapses to prove he is good, autistics also push themselves to be useful/helpful/amenable/inobtrusive in order to be accepted as something not other/monstrous.

(Please note, by the way, towards the end of the newest episode--his power comes out in a flash of blue, overpowering light as the last of his strength begins to wane. A surefire sign that he was truly at the end of his endurance before he’s knocked unconscious.)

The fact that Clark starts to learn how to listen in for people so fast, but also doesn’t think to tune them out (if he can) adds even more to the first point too. Because he can’t turn it off in full, it means he has no way to ignore people who are hurting no matter how small--and for him that places the cognitive burden of making a choice. And he can’t choose not to help people.

Okay.

Clark’s incipient refusal to discover more about himself, the sheer overwhelmed look he had as a child--but also as an adult--at the prospect of having to rewrite and re-evaluate everything he thought he knew about himself. There is no excitement, no positive anticipation. When he chooses to face it, it’s because he perceives a kind of responsibility to better understand/control his powers to help more people. And it’s because his friends support him that he ever finds the will to do it. He has no desire to acknowledge or define his otherness head-on. (Once again, he can only act with courage on behalf of others and/or to ultimately win their acceptance.)

GOD. AND. AND how he tells Lois how much she made him “come out of his shell” and forced him to face the world, to stop living in his formerly simple bubble. How autistics instinctively hate breaks in routine and the unknown and the horrible ordeal of change, especially if they have trauma linked to it. But he was trying because yeah, as people we need new and varying stimuli to be happy and healthy. To be alive is to change, whether one likes it or not.

How part of the reason Lois is so dear to him is because she makes him feel capable and safe when he has to face the truth of his difference and change. (THIS IN THE CONTEXT OF THE LATEST EPISODE. “CLARK, JUST TRY TO BE NORMAL”. I’M EATING MY SHIRT. THE ENDLESS OSCILLATION BETWEEN HIS DESPERATION TO BE NORMAL BUT ALSO STRIVE FOR MORE, AND HOW LOIS ANSWERS BOTH THOSE WARRING CALLS WITHIN HIM JUST BY BEING HERSELF.)

SCREAMS.

Okay.

The most recent episode being a direct result of Lois and Jimmy’s acceptance of his alter ego Superman. Because of course Superman is the preferred variation of himself. Everyone loves Superman. Everyone finds him cool and heroic and dazzling. Jimmy gets social media acclaim that he enjoys from it. Lois has a Cool Guy Boyfriend, and she told him outright she thinks he’s amazing in the last episode when he complained about being weird.

Why go back to being Clark? Under the unending burden of his new super hearing, he seems to be so drowned in voices that he forgets a very important one: Lois. She loved him as Clark long before Superman existed, the lumbering gentle giant who always treated people with dignity and respect was more than enough for her to fall in love. And that’s why it’s so poignant, but also so unbelievably devastating when she asks him to be normal in the newest episode.

Because what she was trying to say was “Please stop overexerting yourself, you’re hurting yourself. This is only going to end badly if you don’t rest and think about how you want to move forward. You’re enough as you are. You’re enough as Clark Kent.” She was trying to tell him that Superman isn’t all that matters, that Superman is a person with feelings and needs and vulnerabilities, just like anyone else.

What makes this miscommunication so powerful to me is that it’s clear Clark’s ability to differentiate has become confused ever since Lois and Jimmy accepted him. How much of him is Clark, how much of him is Superman? Before, when he had decided Superman was too much for him to handle and something that needed to stay hidden, he knew how to behave day to day. But now that the aforementioned operating precept has been dismantled by their acceptance, what is his blueprint now? To be freed of his chains, but to be too afraid to leave the cage--he becomes so openly and rapidly lost. It was easier when he didn’t have to choose or think about it.

Okay.

Like. I can see how it could be construed as a result of his inexperience, right? He’s never met intergalactic beings, so how would he know? He only just unlocked his powers as Superman, so of course he’s clumsy about it. He wasn’t a born fighter or a trained one, so of course he’s going to be a little green when he’s in combat.

But that’s the thing for me. It’s not that he doesn’t always have the time to re-evaluate, or strategize, or notice he’s being deceived. He just has such an unwavering sensibility, this one-track sense of “I am strong. So I must protect. And to do that I need to act.” And a lot of times this is as far as his thinking goes. And if that isn’t the most autistic shit imaginable, I’m really not sure what is.

The overshot clumsiness of his movements and occasional awkwardness, how he’s learned to smooth that over by being helpful to people or meek to be accepted. Like. I swear to god this show is going to kill me.

So much of the reason he tanked so badly in this episode was because he was using a broken coping mechanism to its absolute extreme. And instead of listening to his bodily and mental signals that he could no longer sustain helping every single person in the world, he just forces himself to push through. He’s so desperate to prove he’s a good person and belong, he doesn’t notice that it’s literally destroying him from the inside.

The mask that is Superman, and the unmasking that is the mindful and imperfect Clark Kent. That everyone adores Superman and wants him to fulfill their every need, no matter what it costs him to be that person. The fact that the moment they learn he’s an alien or see the raw extent of his power (pushed to unsustainable limits in desperation) he becomes a horrible, inhuman threat and a monster. The fact that it’s his friends and his family who see him unmasked as Clark and love him just as he is, that they care little for what Superman can give them because Clark is already enough. That they love Clark precisely BECAUSE he is somebody with weaknesses and flaws and imperfections, that adore his quirks and endearing fumbling.

The horrific reality that the more he leans into his masking out of desperation to be accepted, the more he estranges and incites violent rejection in the people around him. Even if he wants to do the right thing, he is so staunchly and too openly opposed to the malice of others that they hold grudges from the stark, exposing contrast. How choosing to be Superman can endanger and estrange the people who love Clark, isolating him even further. And yet when he is unmasked and acts like himself, he is hardly ever taken seriously or people take advantage of his meekness/willingness to help.

The first episode. When he just keeps chanting ‘be normal be normal be normal’ and the more pressure he puts on himself, the more he hyperfixates and the less his actions align with his intentions. The way he can never do both and can only manage to sustain one at a time. The core conflict that’s ever present; the desire to be ordinary under the reality that you are extraordinary, with the agonizing knowledge that you never had the choice to live under so much difference and scrutiny.

The never-ending autistic battle of being socially acceptable to the detriment of your greatest virtues: your passion and your honesty. To be left feeling empty and drained despite your success, no closer to self-satisfaction or feelings of human camaraderie. The reality of being always forced to choose between one bad option and a worse one, that the only choice you have is what you’re willing to sacrifice. That people will toy with your vulnerabilities no matter how desperately you try to conceal them, how your weaknesses will be a game or a spectacle to the rest of the world.

How one has to wonder to what degree the Superman witnessed in Lois’ memory capsule was pushed to the very brink. Or the pointed lack of context: what brought him to such extremes, what could inspire so much indifference to the pain of others? How, while it is frightening, he is a person just like anyone else--who possesses the potential for raw good and raw bad. Why is it that everyone so easily believes that his potential will be negative? Why is it so difficult to have faith in someone who is trying so hard to be good?

The irony of Clark’s predicament, that the sincere fulfillment he feels upon helping others is precisely what inspires fear in those who insist on their comparative self-serving normality.

“What’s your angle!? What’s in it for you?” “Trust me, kids. Nobody puts on that big a show of being good. Unless they’re hiding something…All he wants is to pull cats out of trees? Yeah, I’m not buying it.” “He’s not normal like you and me….If he really wanted to hurt us, what could we do about it?...Just him having a bad day could spell the end for us…Well, not all of us share your faith.” “You want to be number one? You don’t get there by writing fluff. You go for blood. That’s something Perry never understood. Do you?”

The unbearable but inevitable fact that being autistic is a perpetual experience of loss. If you are not selfish or egocentric like the rest of the world, you are naive and weak. If you exhibit an ounce of self-centered desire or emotion, you are something that must be eradicated for the greater good. No amount of good that you accomplish can ever balance the scales of what has been lost or spent to sustain you, because at the end of the day your life is considered one without value. It is irrelevant that entire military regimes have collectively decimated and endangered thousands for their so-called “results”, because you as a sole actor are so much easier to blame and trample.

The enduring fact, especially in a culture so absorbed in easy answers and harsh binaries, that the human mind does not care for the struggle of truth.

Anyway if you need me I’ll be clawing at the walls thanks

#my adventures with superman #maws #i just haven't been able to stop thinking about this #its like the newest episode made it impossible to question any longer #i hope this made sense to someone???? other than me #is it obvious that this weeks episode made me cry a little haha #stares into the distance So Normally #the way experiencing maws clark kent can be something so personal...

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crazyunsexycool · 1 year

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My little love

Mother’s Day celebration

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: fluff that is it!

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A/N: if you can’t tell by now I’m horrible with with writing one shots round holidays and such but fortunately writing for our favorite family comes easy. In the U.S today is Mother’s Day so I wanted to do something to celebrate. Happy Mother’s Day to anyone that follows me or might come across this one shot!

“Wake up mama.” A little voice starts to pull you from your sleep. “No seeping mama.” You hear in a sing-song tone then you feel a kiss on your cheek.

Little hands put pressure on your chest as kisses continue to rain down on your face. You try to keep from smiling as the door opens.

“Baby is she awake?” Henry whispered.

“No wake up, bubba.” Lottie complains to her brother who promptly gets up on the bed. He starts to play with your hair the same way you do when you’re waking him up.

“Maybe we should tickle her instead.”

“Tic-kle?” Lottie tried to sound it out.

“Yeah tickle, like this.”

By the sound of Charlotte’s giggling you know Henry was giving her a demonstration. This was the perfect time to join in.

“Did someone say tickle?”

Both of them jumped at the sound of your voice and started laughing before you grabbed them and flipped over on the bed. They both squirmed and laughed as they tried but failed to get away from you. It quickly turned into a pile of hugs and kisses.

“I missed you mama.” Henry says once you’ve all settled. You had been on a mission for the past three days and when you came back they were already sleeping.

“Yeah, missed you mama.”

“Well I missed both of you very much.”

“You have to get up, we have a surprise for you.” Henry said as he got out of bed. Lottie followed his lead.

“Uppies mama. We habe suwpwise.”

“You do?” You ask as you get out of bed. “Why am I getting a surprise?”

Henry turned to you with a confused look on his face. “Because it’s Mother’s Day. Daddy said we get to celebrate having the best mama ever today.”

His words caught you so off guard. Of course you knew it was Mother’s Day but you didn’t think you’d be part of the celebration.

“You think that I’m the best mom?”

“Of course, mama.” He says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Why are you sad?”

A few stray tears rolled down your cheeks.

“I’m not sad, my sweet boy. These are happy tears.”

“So do you want to see the surprise?”

You nod and let him take your hand while Lottie led you to the living room. Bucky was there waiting for the three of you. The first surprise was a collage of pictures hung on the wall, all individually framed and arranged perfectly. They ranged from the day of the petting zoo up until your stay in Wakanda.

“When did you hang all of these up?”

“While you were sleeping.” Bucky said, sounding very proud of himself. You hugged him and then the kids.

“It’s perfect, I love it.”

“There’s more mama.” Henry speaks up from the couch where he and Lottie are now sitting. They’re each holding a small canvas which they presented to you. Henry had painted some flowers while Lottie was more abstract. She was very proud to display it for you and gave you a beaming smile when you told her you loved it. On the couch next to them there is a garment bag and some gift bags and boxes.

“Go ahead and open everything.”

The garment bag held a beautiful green dress. The boxes and gift bags held some shoes, a purse, a perfume you really wanted and a beautiful pair of earrings with a matching bracelet.

“Everything is perfect. I can’t wait to wear it.”

“Good because,” as if on queue there’s a knock on the door and Wanda and Nat both saunter in. “You’re going to go get ready with the girls. We have another surprise when you’re done.” Bucky says.

“Come on momma, let us pamper you.”

You smiled and stood, heading towards the door before turning.

“Wait, where are we going?”

“Is a suwpwise mama.” Lottie answered and she waved at you. “Bye bye.”

You laughed as you let Nat and Wanda take you away to Nat’s apartment where there was a whole makeshift spa set up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

You spent about an hour with Nat and Wanda before some guests arrived. There was Sarah, invited by Sam. Laura, Clint’s wife and Pepper who just wanted to join in on the fun. She brought with her May, she was the aunt of Tony’s new intern. It was a great time between just the small group. You talked about life in between doing face masks, doing your nails, sharing lunch, drinking champagne and eating sweets.

After spending time with the group you all got dressed. It was clear that if you had a child, there was a surprise waiting for you. Only Nat, Wanda and Pepper knew what was going on. Wanda made sure you had the new dress Bucky and the kids got for you as well as all the accessories and sent you on your way.

Right outside of Nat’s apartment you were surprised to find Bucky and the kids. You smiled brightly when you realized that not only had he gotten you the dress you were wearing, he bought coordinating outfits for himself, Charlotte and Henry. They all wore some variation of green, with Lottie wearing a dress while Henry and Bucky wore a button up and jeans.

“I know how much you love matching outfits.” He said as you bounced on the balls of your feet.

“So pweety mama.”

“You’re so pretty sweet Angel, and my boys look so handsome.” You gushed.

“Ok Henry, why don’t you go ahead with Lottie and find uncle Steve.”

“Come on baby.” Henry takes Lottie’s hand and they walk down the hallway together.

Your arms wrap around Bucky’s neck and you pull him down for a quick kiss.

“Today has been amazing thanks to you.”

“Well, I have one more thing to give you.” He pulls out a long slim box from his back pocket and hands it to you. “Clint and Sam both said it’s a cheesy tradition that at least for one Mother’s Day you get something that represents the kids. I hope this isn’t too cheesy for you.”

He says as you open the box. Inside sat a delicate necklace, the circular pendant had an etching of a rose and a chrysanthemum. There were two stones hanging separately from each other, one was a pearl and the other was a topaz.

“The flowers represent their birth month and those are their birthstones.”

“I love it.” You smiled up at him. It was simple and understated. “Will you put it on for me?”

“Of course.”

You turned around and held the necklace out for him to take. He unclasped it and gently brought it around your neck. Once he was done he kissed the base of your neck. Bucky’s hands settle on your hips and he turns you to face him again. Bucky’s lips are on yours, the kiss is soft and sweet.

“Let’s go celebrate.”

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Just like when Tony brought in a petting zoo for Lottie, there was an area outside of the main building setup with chairs, tables, a stage with a live band and even a dance floor. The sun was just beginning to set and the perimeter was outlined by strings of soft white lights. The poles that held up the lights were decorated with the same flowers that were on the tables. The place was full of agents with their families. Bucky led you to what you assumed was the main table, reserved for the avengers and their families.

That’s where you found Steve talking with Henry while Lottie was dancing around along with the music. Steve spots you first and gets up, opening his arms to embrace you.

“Happy Mother’s Day.” He says as he pulls away. Grabbing a bouquet of your favorite flowers, Steve presents them to you. “These are for you and so is this.” It’s a gift bag. You open it to find a frame.

When you pull it out you realize it was one of his drawings that he never let you see. The drawing itself was of the four of you and you’re sure he drew it from memory because you don’t have a picture of the four of you interacting like this. You hugged him again.

“It’s beautiful, thank you Steve. I know exactly where I want to hang it up too.”

“Where is it going?”

“In my office, right across my desk so that I can look at it all the time.” Your cheeks were going to hurt from smiling so much.

The rest of the team begins to take their places. All the families together with their kids. Charlotte sat between you and Steve to your left. Bucky was at your right with Henry next to him, who was chatting away with Sam’s nephews Cass and AJ.

“If I can have everyone’s attention for just a moment. Thank you.” Tony stood on stage with the microphone in one hand and a drink in the other. “I’ll keep this short, I just wanted to wish all moms here a happy

Mother’s Day. I know it’s not easy to have this job and raise a family so for everything you do, cheers.” He raises his glass and everyone else follows suit. He gives the microphone back and walks over to the table you’re all sharing.

Dinner is served shortly after and you’re all talking amongst yourselves. Lottie giggles as she offers Steve a bite of her dinner and he makes exaggerated nomming noises. Their interaction makes you smile before your attention is brought back to Bucky, who is running his hand up and down your arm absentmindedly. You lean into him and kiss his cheek. He smiles at you and the two of you just enjoy the moment surrounded by family and friends.

As the night goes on the music gets lively and the dance floor is actually being used. There’s a tap on your shoulder and you turn to find Henry at your side.

“Would you like to dance mama?” He holds out his hand.

“I would love to.”

He walks with you to the dance floor. With both of your hands in his hands Henry begins to lead you, following the upbeat rhythm. Lottie joins both of you as soon as she realizes what’s going on. The three of you laugh as you spin and Henry dips Lottie. Once the song fades into a slower song Bucky joins you. He picks up Henry and you pick up Charlotte and the four of you huddle together as you sway from side to side.

You can’t help the smile on your face as you look at Bucky. The kids have one arm wrapped around him and one around you the best they can. Bucky leans down and pecks your lips. Charlotte copied her dad and kissed one cheek and Henry did the same.

“Wove you mama.” Lottie says as she rests her head on your shoulder.

“Oh I love you too my sweet Angel. And I love you, my sweet boy.”

“What about me?” Bucky pouts.

“I love you too, honey.”

“I love you right back, sugar.”

~~~~~~~~

The night quickly came to a close. All the moms left the party with a gift bag, courtesy of Tony of course, full of really expensive items. Charlotte and Henry were already half asleep once you got to your apartment so changing them into pajamas and putting them to bed wasn’t that difficult.

As soon as the door to your room was shut Bucky had you pinned against it. His body pressed up against yours as his lips traveled down your neck. He carried you toward the bed and laid you down. Just when Bucky was about to take the dress off there was a knock on the door.

“These little cockblockers.” Bucky mutters as he gets up. He shoots you a glare when you laugh. Bucky opens the door to find both Charlotte and Henry standing there holding on to their teddy bears. The former blinked owlishly up at her father.

“Can habe seepover dada?” Lottie asks.

“Doll you can have a sleepover with Henry, you don’t have to ask.”

“No, we want to have a sleepover with you and mama.” Henry corrects Bucky.

“Oh, bubs-“

“Come on in you two.” You cut Bucky off because you know they’ll get their way anyway so why fight it.

Bucky opens the door wider to reluctantly let them in. You scoop up Charlotte and set her down on the bed while Henry climbs up and gets comfortable. Bucky grabs some pajamas from his drawers and you do the same, both of you going to the bathroom to change.

You can see Bucky’s pouty expression through the mirror as you wash your makeup off and change. Once you’re done you stop him from walking back into the room and you bring him down so that you can kiss him one more time.

“Take them to Steve’s tomorrow morning and you come back so that we can finish what we started.” You say against his lips.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

In your bed the kids are already falling asleep. Bucky settles down on his side, pulling Charlotte into his chest.

Tomorrow you would get a text from Steve asking why Henry was asking what a cockblocker was. But tonight you lay down on your side so that you can look at the three of them. The love of your life and your two kids.

You had stopped thinking a long time ago that having a family was a possibility but here you are watching as they cuddle. There would be times where you would mess up, get frustrated, forget something important or make them do their chores. But you’d also wipe away tears, chase nightmares and monsters away, give extra kisses and love them unconditionally.

And if anyone were to ask them in twenty, thirty or even forty years from now, they’d still think you’re the best mama ever.

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channieandhisgoonsquad · 8 months

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Told you that you shouldn't play along with my horny deluluism, Ivry. Now deal with the consequences:

I'm in no rush for this one or any other I make, so take the time you need.

Our sugar daddy vampire AU, when they bite her for the first time (whatever is during sex or not it's up to you)

Love you my soulmate 😘😘

I LOVE YOU TOO BABY DOLL 😘♥️

Warnings: Blood, oral (male receiving), fingering, pain, toxins, penetration (female receiving), butt stuff, wounds, double penetration, contracts, vampires, jealousy

Comment: @lyramundana's word is my command. It took a while to finish this because I don't know... lol.

Proud Vampires

The sun had set on the city you were new to, but that didn't mean you were going to sleep. You were alive and ready for the next events of the night. Both of your sugar daddies were holding onto one of your arms, making sure nothing happened to you in the next twenty minutes as you made it back to their elegant apartment.

You always felt so taken care of when they were with you, and tonight was so special that they were extra clingy. Besides the Prada that you were wearing, you had diamonds glamorizing your neck and brought all attention to what you assumed they were most excited about.

After two weeks of them treating you like their baby girl, you were being escorted by them and two guards to sign the paperwork and make it official. Your trial run was so smooth that you felt like you were dreaming the entire time. They were perfect gentlemen and exuded elegance everywhere they went.

As they treated you like their best friend, they continued being the prettiest couple in every room they entered. To the outside world, it was two beautiful gay men in a loving relationship hanging out with their best female friend; that wasn't too far from the truth as far as you were concerned.

But when they confessed to you, at the dark club you had run into them multiple times, that they were also into some kinky shit you got excited.

The two confessed to being vampires.

Being very familiar with the kinky side of sex and the darker scene, you were not phased. Well, that was until they took you into their private booth in the back and Han showed you his fangs popping out of his gums and bit down on his man's neck.

You were intrigued.

And now, you were at their dining room table with lawyers surrounding you and the two men you had grown attached to at the opposite end observing.

The head lawyer explained all the rules and made sure you agreed to each part individually, allowing room for discussion or further interpretation between you and your friends. They were as kind as ever to you, making sure you were comfortable with your allowance, your accommodations at their abode, and how frequently they would be feeding.

Once everything was signed, they took you to the basement for the first feeding. The two gods had showed you this room before. It was mostly deep red and black, to fit the aesthetic of their whole house, but with sterility being key considering the open wounds that would occur and your obvious humanity.

They sat you onto a leather chair, a similar chair to that of a tattoo studio, but much more luxurious. After you were reclined comfortably, they asked you sweetly where you would like the first punctures to be; healing will be pristine but takes a week.

"Let's go big and do my neck first, I know you guys borrowed that necklace for a reason. But if one of you wants to surprise me, that's fine too!" You smiled at the eager men at the mention of the trophy that had adorned your glorious neck. Your outfit was a plain black t-shirt with sweatpants now, one of similar outfits that had been purchased with the idea being they may be one time use.

Minho ushered his beautiful partner to have the first taste. Han didn't fight him at all, as he walked up to your figure and turned your face away for ease of access. He was mesmerized by the way your muscles changed the contour and showed him his target with clarity.

As he sunk in, you at first hissed at the sensation, but soon felt something else overcome you; arousal. When a vampire bites into their victim, there is a toxin that is released from their spit that makes the bitten feel lustful, instead of pain. For ease of consumption and possible murder.

The men had already told you of the effect their saliva has when it goes into someone's blood stream, but that didn't make you anymore overwhelmed by the emotions and sensations that were impacting you currently.

While he took his fill, which wasn't a lot to sustain him for a few days they had mentioned on the contract, you whimpered and felt your back arch off the seat. Your arms had a mind of their own, as they started reaching for your sweats and you tore them off; feeling way too hot from the toxin doing its thing.

As soon as they were at you ankles from all your kicking, Minho took them off the rest of the way for you. You stared him down as you continued squirming. His eyes seemed darker than normal, and you wondered if it was a play of the lighting. But, honestly, he seemed turned on. And was that a semi he was harboring in his leather pants?

There was one last major component of the contract that was flooding your brain now.

'If any of the party develop an attraction towards the other, and is consensual, it is allowed to be enjoyed.'

You had been confused at first, thinking that the men were gay, but they clarified to you right then that they were, in fact, both proud bisexual men that had been known to add anyone to their escapades, regardless of their gender identification.

And now, you were face to face with the devil himself, and wanted nothing more than to go to hell and experience all the dark and fun things they have to offer.

"Min- ughhhh oh god - Min I know you want to touch me. Please do." You groaned lightly as the arousal continued washing over your entire being. As you slowly moved your fingers down your torso towards your legs, the man watching took a few steps to stand above you.

"You want me? Is that the poison in your blood talking, or you?" He wondered as he ran a knuckle over you upper knee, and watched in amusement at your reaction.

You hummed loudly, trying to keep your appearance looking like you were under control. If you were being honest, which this intensity made you feel like you were shot up with truth serum, it was all you, "Come on... Everyone knows how hot you two are, even a blind man would be able to- oh my god Han are you almost done?"

Han laughed from his spot, his nose releasing a huff of air on your neck and sending chills up your spine and making you dizzy, "Baby, I can stop for you if you'd like? I was close."

"OH I'm already close, Ji." You rolled your eyes at the feeling of him removing his fangs. "Why does it feel like you just pulled out?" You squirmed at the emptiness, and the two men both snickered quietly at your reactions still.

"So dirty. Our explicit dinner seems to have no fear of saying what she likes, does she?" Your eyes were squeezed shut and you couldn't process who said what.

The thing that drew you out of your trance, was the feeling of two more fangs sinking into the flesh of your inner thigh. There was no holding back as you released a scream worthy of all horror movies. But there was no mistake if anyone watched your face that you were in pure ecstasy.

"How can I help?" Han asks as he wipes the hair off your sweaty forehead. He looked a little concerned, but more entertained than anything. "You're doing so great, sweetie."

"Just kiss me. I've wanted to taste you since that first night."

He didn't even respond, he just allowed his lips to press into your own eagerly. Minho, from his spot so close to your sex, was watching and moaning in pride at how his partner gave you what you needed after doing the same to you.

Han's lips were just as amazing as you had imagined. And the skills he possessed were something ungodly; having lived for nearly ninety years of what must have been so fun. You were in heaven despite making out with a literal being of darkness.

Both of his hands grasped your neck, allowing him to rub his thumb over your fresh wound he had given you. He released his tongue from your mouth to look at his art, "This is so much better than any hickey a loser had given you before. You look so pretty with it." He gave one long, slobbery lick to it and sent a third wave of arousal to your veins. As Han's lips returned to yours, Minho was working on his own plans.

Unbeknownst to you, Min had grown to love your noises, but wanted to take it to the next level. His hand gave no warning before it began rubbing your cunt over your undies and you immediately released your lips to moan loudly and curl your back off the comfort of your recliner. His palm was fully connected with your clit while he continued sucking and injecting his saliva into your thigh nearby and you thought you were going to faint.

Han took that opportunity to tear open the tshirt you had been wear and start sucking on your tit nearest him. You gasped at the connection, realizing he had not yet retracted his fangs and was grazing them slightly against the sensitive skin. His spit was so cold as he continued groping the other breast and pinching it where he wouldn’t dare bite down right now; fully aware of how stimulated you already were.

As Minho released his teeth from his claimed region he spoke up, “Dearest y/n, you are already more than I could’ve ever imagined. In my 140 years I have never had such pleasure from someone I shared with my beloved. Thankfully for you, I ordered this chair specially for you.” He articulated and punctuated every word with a graceful finger cleaned with his tongue and gracefully showed you what your chair could do.

From beneath the recliner came two leather cuffs that fastened around each of your ankles like a belt. While Han continued his playing, you took all your effort to watch the handsome man at your feet. As soon as he reached under the foot end of the chair, he pulled a crank that began pulling both of your legs apart.

He just kept going and going, testing both the chair and your limits at once. As soon as you were spread at what had to have been close to one hundred and eighty degrees, he stopped and analyzed your struggle with a curious look in his eyes. Han bit down on the soft flesh of your breast to bring you back to him.

“He’ll only do it if you ask nicely.” Han whispered up to you to try and be discreet.

“Shut it, mister. Let her be a big girl and talk when she is most apt to do so. You look so perfect, y/n. You should be happy that in my age I have grown to be a glutton in other departments of life… would you like to see?” You nod your head, still overwhelmed with all of the sexual feelings coursing through your blood stream.

“I need words, my lady. My handsome and foolish love has already given you a helpful hint.”

You could only gulp as you took in your surroundings. But as your eyes wandered the layout of the room, you catch sight of the inhuman bulge that was protruding from Minho’s black boxer briefs; pants somehow discarded in the last couple minutes.

Finally you found the courage and brains to conjure your sentence, “Please, sir. Would you please fuck me already?!” Somehow coming out more needy and demanding than you had planned.

Minho tutted at the uncivilized woman he had let into his life. She may be a mess, but he is willing to deal with it and help her learn how to fit in when necessary in their lives. But right now, he was more concerned about how he was going to fit his cock in.

His long slender digits began working their way into your sopping pussy, two right away and you were back to screaming. You and never been afraid to be loud during sexy, but it must be the venom they added that just riled you up more.

The fingers were eager and working hard immediately. You accepted the stretch he created as he scissored his way deeper into you.

Another finger added.

Han comes back up to meet your mouth with his. Not to shut you up, but just to feel that glorious tongue on his own for a second, “While Minnie is working you open, would you be up for taking mine, doll face?” You nod and he give you a ‘come on’ look. You know what to do.

“Of course, give it here, Han.”

Before Han could place himself close enough to you, Minho added a fourth and you sighed heavily at the stretch between your legs, and Min was speaking up over your calls, "You need to be well stretched, darling. Especially if you will be taking my member, deary." His words distracted you further, drawing you to hold yourself up by your elbows and take in what you were about to be impaled with.

Dear lord. The man at your cunt was both beautiful and overly endowed. And the meat that now hung by your head wasn't anything to take lightly either. Was this a god damn vampire thing, or were these two just extremely lucky?

After you took in the sights, you reached over to Han and pulled his manhood into your eager mouth, wanting nothing more than to please them as much as their feeding had already given you.

The younger vamp was a sight to see as you deep throated him, with small kitten licks and kisses littered between. You were loving the reactions you pulled out of this sugar daddy.

To both of your surprises, you screamed over his cock as Minho wasted no time in fully sheathing himself in your soaking pussy. Han thought he was going to cum form the vibrations and tears that were now streaming down your face, but he held back, wanting nothing more than to continue enjoying both your mouth and the view of his love wrecking your kitty for every other person (human or not) for all eternity.

"Pretty girl, you're taking Min's cock so well. Look at that face he's making. I think he might cum if you clench down-"

"Stop giving her ideas! Focus on your own orgasm and let me have her my own way." Their bickering was always amusing. Han was such a troublemaker; messing with Minho like no one else. But you liked causing trouble yourself. So, you clenched your cunt down on his dick and he moaned out, "Dear lord, the two of you will be the death of my sanity." He chuckled darkly as he flipped you over, with no regard for the other man in the room.

Han whined at the loss of connection and stimulation. While you were being rammed from behind and squealing at the new angle, "I have a better idea, baby." Han continued whining and resituating you, barely giving Minho the time he needed to pull out before your body was being contorted against your will.

You were placed on Han's lap in the same chair you were previously sat upon, facing away form his chest and straddling his hard on. You reached below to place it into your eager hole, but he lifted you up. "Sorry, sweets, but I'm going through the back entrance." And you held your breath as he lowered your ass onto his erection slowly.

Minho eagerly met your eyes and pulled you by the chin to kiss him. They were sweet and a distraction from the quick stretch Han was dealing to you. To make the situation you were in more interesting, Min started reseating himself into your pussy and rubbed your clit at the same time.

The room was your own little world, surrounded by stars and galaxies as you felt yourself losing touch with reality and entering the foggy scene of arousal. Once you fully sat on Han's lap, he lifted your lifeless body up and down himself. You were unsure of how you were taking both men at once, but as Minho continued kissing you, you were sure that this is what heaven must feel like.

As you rocked between the two, fully under their control and using no strength of your own, you felt yourself edging towards your climax. The two of them could hear the rush of your heart rate and knew what to do to get you there. Their paces were speeding up and you were thrown over the edge.

As you screamed louder than you had all night, your muscles clench around both of them and they both released into you.

You were a mess of cum, saliva, blood, and twitched at the release of your orgasm with two beautiful creatures admiring your form.

"I believe this contract will suit all of us splendidly." Min smiled proudly at his two babies that were both heaving. He kissed both of your lips and just continued to look upon you two for a few minutes while he cleaned you both up.

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Northanger Abbey Readthrough Ch 25

Catherine might have missed like 99% of Henry Tilney's flirting, but she has an inkling it has happened, maybe, "He had—she thought he had, once or twice before this fatal morning, shown something like affection for her."

Which is why I love this meme so much:

Again, Catherine touches upon Marianne Dashwood behaviour but she just can't really commit, "But now—in short, she made herself as miserable as possible for about half an hour, went down when the clock struck five, with a broken heart, and could scarcely give an intelligible answer to Eleanor’s inquiry if she was well." However, by the end of the evening and with Henry being kinder than ever, she has recovered. she had nothing to do but to forgive herself and be happier than ever; and the lenient hand of time did much for her by insensible gradations in the course of another day. She does indeed bounce back quickly!

Catherine reflects that in England at least, the type of villains described by Mrs. Radcliff must not exist. She doesn't go so far as to pardon France and Switzerland from containing such evil, but she's pretty sure about her own country. She also believes that while Henry and Eleanor may not be perfect (never!), she's certain that General Tilney has some "specks" in his character. Well you've come a long way girl, we won't ask for more just yet.

Murder was not tolerated, servants were not slaves, and neither poison nor sleeping potions to be procured, like rhubarb, from every druggist.

Quick, someone tell Shakespeare!

Now Catherine's thoughts return to Bath, but she has no news. Her faithful friend has proved unfaithful again: But Isabella had promised and promised again; and when she promised a thing, she was so scrupulous in performing it! Oh Catherine...

Not as bad as her brother though! Poor Thorpe is in town: I dread the sight of him; his honest heart would feel so much. Honest heart! That man doesn't have an honest cell in his entire body! I would have more hope for James if we knew he finally figured out John, but the only hint we have is this: the failure of a very recent endeavour to accomplish a reconciliation between Morland and Isabella. So James and John met again and John tried to get them back together, but whether James rejected both siblings or just one is unknown.

I really feel for Catherine here, she has to sit through breakfast trying not to cry, then cannot return to her room because it is being cleaned (bedrooms in this era were mostly for dressing and sleeping, so she wouldn't be expected to use her room again until 4pm*), tries the drawing room only to discover the Tilney siblings, but then they kindly leave her to herself. Catherine needs another half hour (her magical sad-feeling time) before she can face them.

This line from Catherine is so very Jane Bennet:

"Could you have believed there had been such inconstancy and fickleness, and everything that is bad in the world?”

What a stroke was this for poor Jane, who would willingly have gone through the world without believing that so much wickedness existed in the whole race of mankind as was here collected in one individual! -Pride & Prejudice, of Wickham

The poor girls, having their eyes opened to the wickedness of the world.

Then this part:

This post by Fira Wren playing in my head. His kids know the General is full of it. Eleanor is surprised her older brother has fallen in love, since it seems he never has been before, which again has Henry Crawford vibes.

No, not very. I do not believe Isabella has any fortune at all: but that will not signify in your family. Your father is so very liberal! He told me the other day that he only valued money as it allowed him to promote the happiness of his children.” The brother and sister looked at each other.

Now the reason that Isabella Thorpe would lose in a battle to the death against Lucy Steele and Lady Susan is that she didn't keep her first man secure until she had the next engagement entirely locked down. Rookie movie Izzy! I have too good an opinion of Miss Thorpe’s prudence to suppose that she would part with one gentleman before the other was secured. Isabella just could not manage two men at once.

I love this interaction:

This line from Catherine too, "I never was so deceived in anyone’s character in my life before.” and Henry's response: “Among all the great variety that you have known and studied.” has so much in common with this interaction in Pride & Prejudice:

“But perhaps,” observed Catherine, “though she has behaved so ill by our family, she may behave better by yours. Now she has really got the man she likes, she may be constant.” “Indeed I am afraid she will,” replied Henry; “I am afraid she will be very constant, unless a baronet should come in her way; that is Frederick’s only chance. I will get the Bath paper, and look over the arrivals.”

“I did not know before,” continued Bingley, immediately, “that you were a studier of character. It must be an amusing study.” “Yes; but intricate characters are the most amusing. They have at least that advantage.” “The country,” said Darcy, “can in general supply but few subjects for such a study. In a country neighbourhood you move in a very confined and unvarying society.” “But people themselves alter so much, that there is something new to be observed in them for ever.”

Henry also manages to tip us off about his intentions to marry Catherine right under Catherine's oblivious nose!

"Prepare for your sister-in-law, Eleanor, and such a sister-in-law as you must delight in! Open, candid, artless, guileless, with affections strong but simple, forming no pretensions, and knowing no disguise.”

“Such a sister-in-law, Henry, I should delight in,” said Eleanor with a smile.

Catherine also realizes that she feels much less sad about losing Isabella than she thought she would, which Henry tells her to think about. The falseness of Isabella's friendship is dawning on Catherine, perhaps now just unconsciously.

*Quote illuminating this point from Wives & Daughters by Elizabeth Gaskell, spoke by a character who would have been young during the Regency era: 'No, no, Cromer: bedrooms are for sleeping in, and sitting-rooms are for sitting in. Keep everything to its right purpose, and don't try and delude me into nonsense.' Why, my mother would have given us a fine scolding if she had ever caught us in our bedrooms in the daytime. We kept our out-door things in a closet downstairs; and there was a very tidy place for washing our hands, which is as much as one wants in the daytime.

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'Doting Love Holic' Collection Event: Liam

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My lover said with a cat-like smile, “there’s something I want to do”.

Kate: What is it that you want to do, Liam?

Liam: Will you really let me do it if I tell you?

Whenever Liam told me that there was something he wanted to do, I would respond by saying that I would listen to anything he wanted.

Liam was always putting me before himself.

(It’s rare for Liam to ask for anything himself, so I want to fulfil his wish as much as I can.)

Kate: Of course. Please tell me what it is, it can be anything.

Liam smiled gleefully and untied the ribbon that was holding my hair up…

(Huh…?)

He used the ribbon to tie both my wrists together.

It felt like wearing a pair of soft handcuffs.

Liam: Don’t untie them until you go to sleep, okay?

Kate: Okay… but I can't get anything done with my hands like this, you know?

Liam: Mm-hmm, you don't have to do anything at all. I’ll do everything for you.

As he had declared, Liam took extremely good care of me and spoiled me while I had my freedom taken away.

…

Kate: L-Liam. I can walk on my own, you don’t have to carry me.

Liam: No can do. What if you fall and hurt yourself? Let me be your legs.

…

Liam: What do you want to have next, Kate? Soup? Or the meat?

Kate: Hmm, I’ll have the soup.

Liam: Fufu, leave that to me. Here, say ahh…

(Everyone’s stares are painful!)

…

Afterwards, Liam brought me to the bathroom and carefully undressed me before proceeding to wash my hair.

Liam: Is there anywhere itchy—?

Kate: This feels really good, thank you.

(I mean, he’s so good at pampering me that I can help but indulge in it a little.)

My wrists were still tied up with the ribbon, and if this goes on…

Liam: Alright, I’m done with washing your hair. Mm, your hair smells nice from the shampoo.

Kate: Um, Liam. I can wash my body by myself, so if you would be so kind and untie me for a bit—

Liam: Nope.

Kate: Erm…

Liam: Didn’t you promise not to untie it until you go to sleep? You don't have to do a single thing on your own. Leave everything to me.

(Ah…)

Liam pulled away the towel covering my body and slid his soap lathered hands across my skin.

All he did was wash me, but my body was reacting to the touch of his soapy fingertips as much as I didn't want it to.

Kate: Nn…

The moment his fingertips touched the peaks of my chests, I couldn't contain my moans.

Liam: Are you feeling good? It’s okay, I’m the only one looking.

Liam: …

Liam: I wonder whether you’ll always only look at me, if I do more things that make you feel good.

Kate: … Liam?

When I tried to turn around, Liam hugged me from behind.

Liam: … I wish… you’d be unable to do anything without me around.

Liam: That you’d be… helpless without me with you.

Liam: I wish that you’d be incapable of going anywhere on your own feet…

I had a feeling that he had a specific reason for wanting to do something like this.

(I thought of waiting for Liam to say it himself.)

Kate: Hey, Liam. … Is something the matter?

Liam: … 😕

Liam: … Haha, you’re amazing. You saw through my heart so easily.

Kate: Of course. I want to know what’s in my beloved’s heart, that’s why I’m always looking at him.

Liam: …

Liam: When I was getting some light sleep this morning… I had a dream.

Liam: I dreamt of you being stolen away by a man whose name and face I didn't know.

Liam: I chased after you to get you back, but you were gone…

Liam: Aha… I’m sorry, I got anxious and did such a thing to you like tying you up.

Liam: Even if I do this… I can never really tie you down.

Regardless of how much we loved each other or were loved, we were two individual people, and such worries would never truly cease to exist.

I could wherever I wanted with my legs, and so could Liam with his own.

But it was my own will to stay with Liam.

Kate: Liam, can you untie this?

Liam: … 😦

Kate: If you don’t untie me, I can’t hug you to prove that I won’t ever leave you.

Liam’s eyes widened and he went on to untie the ribbon tying my wrists together.

With my now free hands, I pulled my anxious lover in a tight hug.

Kate: I’ll always be here. You’ll always be by my side too, right, Liam?

Liam: Do you think I’ll ever be able to leave you? The only time I’ll leave is… when my life comes to an end.

Our eyes met, and we kissed to melt away the anxiety in our hearts.

Tonight would surely be free of lonely dreams.

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Humans in Space: A Dangerous New Drug (1?)

Humans enjoy and even find comfort in consuming both natural and artificial drugs. Some humans don’t partake in it and will even go so far as looking down on those who “use”. A number of humans who use do so for cultural reasons. Others, for recreation. Still, others use these substances for competitive improvement. Aliens, like humans, have substances that are used spiritually, but are also abused. Their drugs cannot quite match one drug exclusive to Terra - Terrans are used to it and still do anything for it. Imagine what others might do for an exotic toxin.

I had been placed in a difficult situation I would not escape without a casualty - likely my own. The events leading up to this moment happened so fast I could not bring myself to recount them in detail lest I was seized with more panic than what I had been trying to keep under control. My crewmate, Human-Anthony, had been physically restrained by our other crewmates, Wrole-Ou!pren and Crast-322, while I had been forced at a blade’s end to sit and observe silently. Human-Anthony thrashed and spat Human obscenities, kicking his legs and turning his head beyond its comfortable limit to try to bite the two engineers that circled him.

“I will fucking kill you, you bloody rat-faced doll fucker.” I would have been amused had this been said in a calmer scenario.

“Good. Good. You’re almost ready,” said Crast-322, hollowly. It was a perfect example of a Crast - save for its corruptibility. For my part, I did find it odd that a largely inorganic but sentient species came to be functioning members of the Herean Galactic Union and was not shocked to learn that, if there had to be one aboard, Crast-322 was a traitor.

“Bite and swallow your tongue, you clawless single-jointed fool.” Wrole were known to be compatible with Humans and I was more than surprised at Wrole-Ou!pren’s immediate hostility. The entire scene was designed by her, I soon gathered.

“Keep fighting, pet. See what good it does,” she added. Human-Anthony paused his struggling for a moment - likely as suspicious of the encouragement as I was unsure of its genuinity.

“Gladly.” His binds suddenly released him with a snap and pop. I had learned his “pocket-knife” was a prized possession of his sometime ago and that, as such, it never left his person. It struck me that Humans cannot contort how he must have to have released himself. [After the ordeal, I was told Humans can dislocate joints at will with little effort though it causes them a great deal of pain. I saw no expression of discomfort on his face during the time I assumed he was cutting away at what they used to tie him.]

Crast-322: “Perfect.”

Human-Anthony: “You looking for a fight too? Cuz I’ll be more than happy to knock you straight back to dial-up.”

No response. He didn’t wait for one before delivering an attack named for a Terran natural disaster across Wrole-Ou!pren’s face. Unexpectedly, she offered no counter-attack which visibly frustrated Human-Anthony. She only grinned - her kind emotes similarly to Humans and so there was no misunderstanding on Human-Anthony’s part that she was only amused by his aggression.

“Do you not believe in a fair fight?” He huffed. I did not care for that query. Neither Crast-322 nor Wrole-Ou!pren believed in a fair fight. They had ambushed and bound him in his sleep.

“Obviously.” Her bottom set of arms wrapped around his mid-section. His right arm was held to his by her top right arm and his left was held out to Crast-322. Crast-322 held a manual injector - due to its primitive nature, it could function as an extractor as well, which I assumed was Crast-322′s intention as the device was empty. It approached the two, the smaller gritted his teeth.

“I believe in a fair fight. This was never going to be one. She and I are superior to you - together and individually. You... You are nothing but a “cash crop” to be harvested. You would have no value if your blood was not so unique.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“It is too late.” In the distraction of Crast-322′s underwhelmingly brief monologue, Human-Anthony had not noticed his skin had been pierced by the extractor. He threw his head back to hit Wrole-Ou!pren’s jaw. It landed but she held fast, constricting around his body, her arms flexed and tensed. She exhibited desperation from how tight she squeezed, as if it would force his vein to empty faster. But what were they doing?

“Why are you doing this?” I finally asked, not bound to my seat but fearful to stand up, being from a prey-people.

“I have always hated how dull you are,” Crast-322 said. I was further shocked. Crasts were known to be cold and humourless - they were an android-people.

“You are too obedient, too boring. Too resistant to temptation.”

“So?”

“So, you’re the perfect first customer,” Wrole-Ou!pren chimed in.

“Of what?”

“This new drug.” Crast-322 shook the syringe of Human blood at me - I did not like that. Human-Anthony hissed at them.

“You don’t know what that’s gonna do to ya. It’s not made for your bodies!” He swatted at Crast-322′s hand from the grip of Wrole-Ou!pren.

“Oh you don’t know that.” Crast-322 stood over me and widened its eyeless sockets - a sign of hostility I gathered from the wave of discomfort and fear I felt on seeing it. I bowed my head and stuck my arm out wordlessly.

“Good job, pet.” The tip of the injector slipped under one of my scales and pushed into my flesh. The blood disappeared from the tube and became empty once again. I could feel it disperse into my veins, hot blood hurt in my cold blood - the difference was almost immediate. It felt I was boiling on the inside and I wished to remove my scales and mane. They all watched my agony, Human-Anthony wearing an expression angrier than pity but just as apologetic. My hearts were beating out of sync and the hair of my mane stood. My wings flapped clumsily, hitting the chair I felt stuck to.

“What’s happening to them?!” Human-Anthony demanded.

“How are you feeling, prey?” I felt horrible. I felt hot. I felt... no pain. My fear of Crast-322 was at the lowest it had ever been.

“I feel... I don’t know. I’m burning but it doesn’t hurt.”

“It’s pleasant, isn’t it?”

“What did you do to them?!”

“Anthony, your adrenaline is the only good thing about you. My kind will reach the next step in our evolution and you... you will finally be retired to obsoletion.”

#this is bad #this was not planned #i might add more later #seriously #wtf did i just write #humans are weird #humans are aliens #humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #humans are deathworlders #humans are space fae #sorry everyone #i need a nap

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May I request a ror x child! Deity! Reader Oneshot, where the reader guides souls through both Valhalla and Helheim but is really forgetful and often sneaks away from their duties to play w toys or sleep? Any God works but preferably Ares and Aphrodite since there's barely any content about them :,)

Ares x child! Deity! (GN) x Aphrodite

A/N: I don’t ship the two but I can agree we need more content with them, individually. ♥️

It was relatively peaceful in Valhalla.

The sun was out and the sky was blue while Aphrodite was drinking a bit of wine, enjoying the sun on her skin while it was peacefully quiet.

As all days should be.

That’s when it dawned on her that (Name) was to arrive to see her today, but it had long past since they were supposed to be at Aphrodite’s place. Thinking to herself maybe (Name) was lost, they were still child after all.

With that, Aphrodite took her phone out and called for the child deity only to be empty handed. Before Aphrodite could call again her room doors opened to see Ares in a panic with Hermes looking around.

“Aphrodite! Have you seen (Name)?! They’ve been missing for a few days.”

“Days?”

Aphrodite became worried while Hermes filled Aphrodite in that (Name) hadn’t reported to him today and that the last he saw them was two days ago, all three were a bit worried. Aphrodite and Ares particularly and as the day went on everyone in Valhalla was looking for the young deity.

“What if (Name)’s hungry?! They can’t cook-“

“Don’t say that, Ares. My heart couldn’t take it-“

Ares and Aphrodite were now fully worried as they searched all over Valhalla, Aphrodite had stopped Ares sentence by placing her voluptuous breasts on the top of his head nearly giving the war god a concussion while drying her tears. However, the “bonk” seemed to work as Ares had an idea where (Name) was.

It only made sense.

Sure enough, Aphrodite, Ares, and Hermes were currently in the garden of Eden looking at a sleeping (Name).

“I remembered (Name), saying something about the apples and that it would be-“

Aphrodite shhh’d Ares as she didn’t want (Name) to wake up and whispered for Ares to pick the child deity up. Sleeping on the ground was no way to sleep properly, Hermes wondered how (Name) was actually to sleep on the ground. Nonetheless, Ares easily picked up (Name) and cradled them in his strong arms as Aphrodite gently patted (Name)’s head.

“Aww, look how sweet. A little angel.”

“Little brat could have warned us.”

“You mean, angel. Ares.”

Aphrodite spoke sweetly while correcting Ares’ teasing, Ares still stood by what he said but he was happy he found (Name) safe and sound. Aphrodite took a few apples for (Name) to eat later and told Ares that she was glad he remembered where (Name) was and patted the top of his head making the war god blush a little.

Once (Name) awoke Aphrodite was the one to remind the young deity that it was important to let someone know what was going on, the universe was big enough and looking was troublesome even for a god. (Name) was quick to tell Aphrodite that they was side tracked and wanted a snack and that the duty they were supposed to do slipped their mind.

Aphrodite made sure (Name) went to fulfil their duty of guiding souls to either Helheim or Valhalla. In truth, it was Ares who texted Aphrodite to make sure they were okay and to make sure they fulfill their job since Ares knew (Name) liked to sneak off to play games or nap. Aphrodite was all too happy to do so.

“Wait! Before you go!”

(Name) was just about to leave from Aphrodite’s palace until the goddess wrapped her arms around (Name) and placed a quick kiss on their forehead and then gently placing them on the ground.

“Don’t get lost this time.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t sneak off. Geez, what are you my mom?”

Aphrodite gasped while blushing while thinking of herself becoming a mother before gently smacking (Name) a top her head.

“No, no, no. But I’ll always have a soft spot for you. Now go do your job.”

“I’m going, tell Ares I’ll be back soon and not to send a search party. I’m capable of taking care of myself.”

With that, (Name) took off as Aphrodite watched the young deity leave. Hoping the little one didn’t forget and thinking maybe she send in Ares after awhile. Aphrodite’s suspicion was confirmed once she noticed that (Name) forgot their cellphone.

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Can you tell me about Fitzloved?

"OH MY GOSH, AM I ABOUT TO INTRODUCE YOU TAYLOR SWIFT?!"

that's what i first meme when i saw your lovely ask! hahahah

Introductions

So its a fandom based on the epic fantasy series that follows for the most part, 2 soulmates, from their childhood all the way to their older years as they grow from friendship, partners to lovers. And I have to admit, the way it's written is almost euphoric. It's utterly lyrical.

So introductions now put aside, 'Fitzloved' is the ship name for "Beloved" (one of his many names) name of the characters and "Fitz". They are the two ongoing protagonists in one of the most respect and wonderful high fantasy series ever created, Realm of the Elderlings by Robin Hobb. They are the main couple shall we say that span the 16 book series. I think a lot describe it as the "mona lisa of fantasy series" within the genre. It's aesthetic is very much evermore meets folklore meets Merlin. Its veryyyyy cozy fantasy and perfect for the season but also the Fall/winter.

The big 5 writers of fantasy rn i have been told are: Brandon's, Robin Hobb's, GRRM (Although he's lost a lot of respect in the community because of his insane hiatus!), Steven Erickson's (Malazan series) and Joe Abercrombie. While you will see with the Cosmere, Brandon is very much straight to the point, prioritises fights, magic system building and very cohesive ensamble casts. Unlike her peers, Robin Hobb on the other hand, is a delicacy. A slowly made dessert that has sweet and salty tastes if you will. And another defining feature is that her series does not involve a massive war at the epicentre of the fantasy plot, which ironically is rare in high fantasy now a days.

Of Cats and Closed Doors by @tragediegh

HOWEVER. The WAY in which i was introduced to this series is kind of dumb and silly, i.e. very me lol. i stumbled across a fiction on ao3 under 'in a the cabin era way' tag and stumbled across @tragediegh's soul-binding, amazing wonderful fiction called Of Cats and Closed Doors that is still ongoing and she updates mostly weekly! At first, not joking i thought it was an original work, but only well into crying, loving, reading, laughing, did i realise when i looked better at the tags it was actually based on ROTE lol. I was new to ao3 that's my only defence :P

And what @tragediegh and Hobb are doing probably tell from my handle, is make literally my roman empire. Like I reread chapters everyday before going to sleep. It's fr fr my safe space. and what i love is the maturity in which they both write, as they create stakes in different ways. She creates a very tangible atmosphere, a world you can touch, the foods cooked, how they smell, and what the character's rely on. From banquet halls, to the wood carvings the Fool leaves behind, the well lit fireplaces, mugs of ale and coffee on the table, through jewels adorned, to how the dragons gleaming like jewels in the sky… it's simply amazing. You get me. There is NEVER a moment where you feel like it's a slog or dull moment. Like I did sometimes while reading the Stormlight Archive or Outlander (those books in their defence, are longer individually).

And like I said, the thing I LOVE the most with how they make us and fall in love with Fool (one of the protagonists) through the eyes of naive and a socially sometimes challenged Fitz. Fitz himself, is the most passionate, handsome, humble hero i've ever read. He is a bastard prince who from day 0 was neglected, abused, unwanted, un-named, manipulated, gaslit just all around most traumatised character one could read. Which most people end up overlooking and resenting bc he is riddled with insecurities (despite him being a hotttie hot chiseled smokie pie that everyone wants to cuffff) and developed unhealthy copying mechanisms that can effect the readability of the main series. Which is entirely relatable. I strongly believe the hero of Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson that everybody loves, is heavily inspired by Fitz in ROTE. In fact I think Brandon said it was one of his fav series.

But really, the masterpiece of this world is obviously the Fool. When I look at the other characters, its a bit like watching a glorious puppet show - I can see how the strings are moving and what the puppets are made of…But not so with the Fool, he is an infinite mystery and creating a character like that is something I`ll never be able to get out of my head. he is other worldly. Put Tolkien fae and beautiful faeries to shame with his grace, elegance, mysticism. His story with Fitz (the other main character) with that @tragediegh and Hobb are doing imo is one of the greatest love stories of all time.

Gender Identity

And I think also, Fool (also known as Beloved to a special someone 😉) is a lgbtq+ individual, and their identity and how they chose to present and address themselves daily (and not address it!) plays a massive role in the ROTE/OCACD overall. It extremely realistic, how it's writen, where for the most part some characters are confused, don't know how to navigate the topic. Which isn't helped by how private and mysterious the Fool remains. But for the most part, is heart warming, as the gender fluidity of the Fool is openly accepted by his mate (YES MATE) with open arms as he accepts it, and it's got me CRYINGGGG as i type this fr....! These characters were created pre-2000's, which just goes to show how timeless these gender questions and acceptances really are i think!

Music

CANON FOR ME swiftie songs that are FOR fitzloved to get a feel r:

ur loosing me

my tears ricochet

invisible string

stay don't go

the lakes

mastermind (YASSS beloved go manipulate ur boy fitzieee ily)

dress (as of chapter 48 and beyond hopefully alkdfjalkdjfj)

and Fitz's song for me for ever will be:

i see fire live and in session by ed sherran (i just feel the literal passion that fitz has through this song not to mention the howl XD)

Conclusion

So yeah, I cannot recommend enough this ongoing story and series to you.

TLDR: Fitzloved is a ship i read myself to sleep every night and cry about how amazing they are XD

Feel free to ask any more questions about them or even my favourite artists that do ROTE work bc ngl this post was 2x as long as i included artistic work but it was getting too long so i decided to leave that for a more specific ask :)) As you can tell i can just dedicate entire evenings singing from the top of these crusty english rooftops how amazing and life changing these two silly beans are. I hope this was enough of a good overview of my love for them and why! :)) Hopefully one day you will give it a go, and i swear your life will be changed for ever ! <333

#fitzloved #OCACD #realm of the elderlings #tragedigh #ILYSM #MUAH #alastairstorm #ask #ROTE #fitzchivalry farseer #Fitz #The Fool #The Catalyst

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potentialguybodyswaps · 1 year

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Halloween Party Swap:

The Halloween party between all the cool kids was just a few days away, and the winner of the costume party would supposedly get to bang Christine, she was the baddest bitch on campus, 5’6, D sized tits, the type of girl who had access to “mommies and daddy’s” money, everyone knew she had a lot of work done but that didn’t change from how fucking hot she was

How ever I didn’t really have a costume picked out… one of my buddies told me about this magic spell that could swap people’s bodies, reason he told me is cause he was gonna swap with this Chinese student who had a thick accent, and just go full stereotype and wear one of those straw hats the rice farmers use to wear in Asia, while also carrying around a rice cooker, asking people if they wanted rice

A few other people were running with this idea and so a lot of people already knew that not everyone is gonna be who they seem, so if they enter the contest they just gotta tell their real names

Now don’t get me wrong, my friend had a pretty good and pretty hilarious idea, it would really be hard to top that, but I think I could manage

I met up with the biggest nerd on campus, Davis, and told him about the party, he told me he already knew but also knew he wasn’t invited

“Bro if you help me with my costume, I’ll get you in, I promise” I said trying to convince him to come

“Ok, ya cool, I’d love to go to a party, what’s your costume” Davis said excitedly

“Um well you see Davis… I was hoping you could be my costume” I said continuing to explain the situation to him

He didn’t seem to buy it at first

“ so your telling me, you wanna swap bodies with me, dress extra nerdy, just to win some contest to fuck a chick?… quit fucking with me, everyone knows it’s not possible to swap bodies, and that magic doesn’t exist. grow up.” He said walking away

I continued to walk behind him and ask”come on bro, some of my other friends have already done it, why not, I mean you’d get to be me for a couple days”

“You know what?” He said stopping and turning around

If you want my body and can somehow use magic to swap us, sure I’d love to be you Brad ” he said turning around and continuing to his next class

“You won’t regret it” I yelled

Later that night before bed I starting looking at the spell online that my friend sent me, underneath it in some of the smallest font a computer can make, was a list of side effects

I had to zoom in just to see them, only thing that stuck out is if both individuals cum inside their bodies, the swap becomes permanent…

Now typically I would just, not jerk off in Davis’s body, but I’ve herd the stories, and apparently bro is a premature cummer, I’m talking like, just looking at too hot of a bitch could make him cum

So I did the only logical thing someone in my shoes would do, I went into my girlfriend’s drawer (well, she’s not really my girlfriend, but like a long term fling), and grabbed a chastity lock that my girl likes to use on me when she’s feeling extra kinky that night, and locked my cock in it and hid the key

It was a tight fit while soft and absolutely hurt while hard but I guess that’s the price he’ll have to pay if he wants to be me for a couple days

I proceeded to do the spell and nothing happened

I texted my friend who already did it with that Asian guy and asked what was up. He told me it takes effect while we’re sleeping, he then asked who I’d be swapping with, when I told him, he was a bit upset but proud of my idea “ dam bro, that’s a good one, I wish I would have thought about that”

So I decided I guess I should go to sleep, no better way to kill time right haha? I just wanna win this competition so bad so I can fuck Christine

The next day I woke up in a dorm that looked nothing like mine, all my posters of nude girls were gone (which I typically take down when I have girls over) and my posters of cars and shit

I instantly thought and new that it had to worked I got up feeling extremely boney and rushed to a mirror, the face that greeted me was this

Now typically someone that’s a hot certified fuck boi like myself would be upset they got swapped into a nerds body, but I was ecstatic. I mean ya I was ugly as shit and these braces looked fuck, man who in college still wears braces haha .

But man, I’m so gonna win this competition I said, getting dressed in a rush, not bothering to check out my crappy body.

I proceeded to go to the customs store and by a stereotype nerd costume to add to the “costume” I’m wearing now… white shirt with a pocket calculator, and pants held up by suspenders

As I was checking out at the register I started getting texts from my old body

“Hey um bro, I woke up in your body, I can’t believe it worked, this is crazy, but um, what’s this thing on my cock and how do I get it off, it kinda hurts my dick bro”

I smirked at the texts, I knew he’d want out of my chastity lock

“It’s a chastity lock, keeps you from pleasuring yourself, and you don’t… that’s the price you gotta pay if you want to be me” I replied putting my phone away and walking home with the costume in a bag

When I got home I had numerous texts from Davis, BEGGING me to get it unlocked

“ Brad come on dude, this hurts really bad and since I can’t jerk it, all I can do is keep staring and or adjusting it so it don’t hurt as much, doesn’t really help much but…”

“Brad, help me out here”

I decided to reply back and let him know why I can’t unlock it

“Look Davis, it’s there for a reason, If we both cum, we’re stuck like this and can’t swap back, and I’ve herd the stories about how just a girl talking to you can make you cum, so I’m not risking you jerking off in my body, and then me having a accident or something in yours… plus I’ve hidden the key so don’t think about trying to unlock it, that stays on untill we swap back, got it?”

“Ya got it, you’ve hidden the key so it stays on” he replied back

After that, I didn’t hear from David for the rest of the day…

Truthfully I’ve been holding in the urge to piss and shit all day, so once I got back to David’s dorm, I couldn’t take it anymore and rushed to the bathroom

As I’m blowin it up I have my eyes resting in my arms trying not to look at his junk but I caught a glimpse and had to look

“ no fucking way” I said as I removed an arm and took a look

“It’s so small it doesn’t even hang haha, this thing is pathetic, maybe like an inch soft, it kinda curls into itself” I said as I got done with natures call

“ I wonder how big it is hard” I thought to myself as imagined naked chicks

I watched as it grew to a pathetic 3 and a half inches

“Dam I would hate to be this guy haha” I said as I gave it a quick tug

That was a mistake, I almost blew it right there

“Jesus Christ, that was close, the rumors really undersold him, he’s not a premature cumer, he’s extremely premature” I said getting up making sure to be as careful as possible to not make myself cum.

………………………………………….

The night of the Halloween party came and I went, fully dressed in my nerd costume, suspenders and all

There was a lot of hot chicks around and at some point in the night they announced via the DJ that costume swaps that involved swapping we’re not gonna be counted in this years contest

“Man this is stupid” I said angrily walking to start getting drinks, that was probably the worst decision of the night because after an hour of drinking, I saw my body walk in, in this skeleton costume, now I shouldn’t be mad cause I did say I’d get him into the party, but what had me upset was the skeleton costume had an extra bone. My dick, he must have gotten out of the chastity lock somehow? Maybe he found the key?

I won’t lie, I was already hard from looking at all the hot chicks that I can’t fuck, mainly due to the rules of the swap, and due to how none of them wanna fuck this nerd…

But when I saw my body walk in, in that costume, displaying my dick though a costume I was gonna originally wear, and knowing I was disqualified myself from the contest, I let lose.

I got absolutely trashed, the last thing I remember before blacking out was Davis coming up to me an making small talk

“Hey bro, I herd they’re not counting swapped costumes this year” he said looking down at me

“Ya” I said looking up from my cup “so ima just drink my problems away and swap us back tomorrow night… I see you don’t have that chastity lock on anymore”

“Ya, I found the lock but I decided I’d need a costume and found this in your room, I’m guessing this was your original idea” he said giving his dick a quick pull.

“Ya” I said looking back down at my cup

Davis lightly slapped my arm and said “ aye don’t worry tho, I haven’t cummed yet, kinda hard staying erect for this costume all night haha”

“That’s good” I said, and then blacked out

I woke up in the middle of the night still drunk as fuck and couldn’t think straight

I saw Christine kissing my old body on the couch and got hard immediately

I rolled over to face them and whipped my dick our starting to slowly massage it

“Oh fuck ya, I always knew I’d end up with her” I said

“Christine looked over and without saying a word smacked my body to look this way”

Davis told her “it’s fine, he’s probably sexless and just living out some sick fantasy in his head, I mean maybe we should help him, how about instead of fucking tonight, we can just match him, and you can give me a hand job, and we can call it even if you want”

“Ok” she said putting back on her sexy face and proceeding to start giving Davis a hand job in my body

“Oh fuck this is so hot, a handjob from Christine, it feels so go-O-OD I said to myself cumming in my hand and falling asleep, not aware that I’m not actually me anymore and was just watching from Davis’s real body, not some out of body experience where I watch from the 3rd person

I awoke the next day with my pants down and my hand feeling Crusty,

“Ew, what happened last night?” I said to myself

I looked around and saw my body still on the couch, no longer with a boner, “Jesus how long did he hold that thing” I thought to myself

I reached over and threw a pillow at Davis’s head, waking him up

“ I’m up” he said frantically shooting upright

“Hey what happened last night” I said looking confused “why are my pants down”

“Oh you got drunk as fuck last night and jerked off last night on the couch” he said with a smile

“Oh shit did I? Well good save bro, I owe you one, I think ima get dressed and go home, we should be back to our normal selves tomorrow” I said getting up

“ I don’t think that’ll happen” Davis said standing up

“Woah woah why not?” I said looking concerned

He pointed down at his dick and I could see a white stain

“Did I mention you jerked off to Christine making out with me, and then proceeded to give me a handjob when she saw you jerking to us?” He said with a smile on his face

“How was it, was it worth the cumming” he said seeming excited at me slowly piecing things together

“I-I-don’t remember, you just let her jerk you off bro? Did you finish? Please tell me no”

“ dam that’s ashame, you seemed so satisfied after you lasted way longer than I typically do, you lasted about 2 minutes, there wasn’t a lot of cum at all but, hey, it still happened” he said smirking

“And I won’t say I did cum, but I also won’t say I didn’t, I think the stain in your costume answers that question pretty well hahahaha” he said laughing with the biggest shit eating grin I’ve ever seen

“ man, sorry you couldn’t help yourself last night but neither could I, I mean it’s not all bad tho, I get to stay as a bonafide fuck boi, this couldn’t have ended better for me” he said turning and walking out the door, leaving me to ponder what exactly went wrong last night tripping me in his nerdy body

#Edit I know this is a little out of season but I’ve been saving this story for awhile and just find it too hot not to post, hope tumblr don’t block it, if so it’ll have to wait till my patreon

#body swap #Bodyswap #malebodyswap #permanent

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archivalofsins · 4 months

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If you're wondering how I feel about the most recent Mikoto answers. Here's the short of it-

Love how people just jumped on the idea that Mikoto or another unknown alter could have jumped Mahiru. When-

A. Kotoko never expressly denied jumping Mahiru. In fact she just said sorry for failing to deliver punishment to Mikoto and Amane, by association showing she considers the state of Mahiru and Futa a successful delivery of punishment by not discussing them in depth. She did her job their so Es can't be angry about that.

B. Literally everyone says Kotoko did it despite how they personally feel about her doing it.

C. Kazui was late helping Mahiru when he lives right next door to her. We have a map of the prison that expressly shows us this and we're told the order of the attacks. Which go Mikoto, Mahiru, Futa and his excuse of being too late only works if Futa was actually the last attacked. He states in his second voice drama that if Mikoto and Kotoko team up that would be the end for him, alluding to the idea he saw Mikoto fight giving him the chance to gauge that if the two teamed up he'd be fucked. Something supported by Yuno commenting on Mikoto's strength in her second voice drama as well and Jackalope stating, Mikoto and Kotoko had an all-out dogfight lasting an indiscriminate amount of time. In the second trial commencement yet for some odd fucking reason I've barely seen anyone cast scrutiny on all those fucking discrepancies. Those just exist unquestioned to go oh he was late that happens.

D. Literally, Mikoto is more than likely just referring to Es another individual that uses boku that has been expressly blamed for and tied to the jumpings by the person who enacted them to Mikoto's fucking face-

22/12/15 (Kotoko’s Birthday)

Mikoto: Ah, Koto-chan. It’s been a while. Both of us have kinda split off from the group, but how’ve things been? A lot’s happened, but fr now let’s try to get along. I mean, it’s your birthday today, right? I got the feeling nobody else was going to do anything, so I came to celebrate.

Kotoko: ……how carefree. It doesn’t matter, a villain like you won’t be forgiven next time either. And when that time comes, it’ll be the end for you. I’ll make sure of it myself.

Mikoto: Ahh?? Just try and do it, you nutjob. I’ll crush anyone who hurts me…… You’re gonna be totally beaten at your own game……!

[TN: The word “me” here uses first person pronoun “boku”.]

Kotoko: Hm. The border between the two is getting a lot vaguer. Your entire existence is a crime. And I will see you’re punished for it. That is what Milgram, and Es, and I have chosen.

Like he's known since this birthday interaction that Kotoko's believes this is not only what she wants but Es as well. Someone who also uses boku and the prisoners are aware of the audience/voters at this point. It wouldn't be odd for Mikoto to separate Es as an individual from the audience like Kotoko seperates Es from the audience and refers to them as a prisoner as well. Mikoto could very well be doing the same thing by referring to Es directly in the way that Es has also referred to themselves instead of just calling them the guard.

F. It's reported to us multiple ways at the beginning of trial two from multiple prisoners that Mikoto has been antisocial and has kept away from the others. Making it difficult for any to feel comfortable approaching him. He blames this on lashing out in his sleep (which one could speculate is what happened with Mahiru, but we'll get to that). Yet it seems during the intermission he was more than likely behaving in a way similar to how Amane has behaved over the course of trial two. Telling people to keep away from him and being visibly agitated. Something that has led to no one other than Haruka wanting to approach him for his birthday.

E. There was this quick jump to that conclusion from this one vague answer despite us knowing Mikoto was preoccupied with Kotoko the longest as reported by multiple parties. So, the idea that he was attacked for the longest period of time, eventually causing Kotoko to fall back and leave him alone just to immediately go and attack Mahiru, is wild as hell. Not even mentioning one of my last points-

G. Even if one were to speculate, Mikoto could have lashed out more after his fight in order to let off steam before the second trial commencement (lashing out in his sleep as he refers to it). We have seen how he consistently lashes out since Milgram started. His lashing out has usually been contained to his own cell. Garnering multiple noise complaints from other prisoners to the point it is noted in his character description on the website that no one knows when he sleeps. Why would that suddenly change now?

Outside of that I'm glad people are picking up on the handwriting differences between Mikoto and Mikoto(i.e John as the prison refers to him) but that's clearly not what he goes by since he also puts his signature on Double and he definitely did not sign that John.

#gunsli rambles

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mazepunner · 1 year

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my tmr headcannons

this is a work of disaster i am bringing over from my alarming twitter. my headcannons. all together. enjoy.

while minho runs the maze, he's thinking of everyone back in the glade, individually, and why he needs to keep going for them.

alby once got in a huge screaming match with gally over who should be second in command.

gally has a soft spot for newt and they've accidentally fallen into really deep conversations by the campfire.

when newt did his leg thing alby let him pick which job he wanted.

zart once started a food fight and alby threw him in the pit for wasting food.

ben once knocked a candle over and burned one of the huts down.

gally concussed himself on the job and actually shut up for a week.

chuck once called out for his mum in his sleep and everyone heard but nobody ever acknowledged it.

nobody ever told newt that they'd finished mapping the maze.

gally once got so mad he threw a hammer and alby put him in the pit for a week.

gally was the pit's most frequent visitor.

during an argument at a keeper's meeting, winston once told newt that "not everyone got to pick their jobs" and newt walked out.

winston immediately came out and apologised and there was a bit of crying, some confessions, and hug. from then, winston and newt really saw eachother eye-to-eye.

in ben's legendary hut fire of '85, gally threw his 'trade secret' drink on it and made it much much worse.

still on the topic of the hut fire, alby froze and didn't know what to do, while newt barked orders and managed to get it under control. people called him 'fire chief' for weeks.

jeff hated his job.

newt has insomnia and alby used to stay awake and keep him company as they walked around the glade.

minho used to just come and sit beside newt without saying anything and somehow that meant so much to both of them.

alby swore once and everyone threatened to throw him in the pit.

minho snores.

gally is janson's son or nephew i haven't decided.

when newt started working in the fields everyone came up and either hugged him or gave him a pat on the back and he teared up.

zart once fell on his head while trying to do a cartwheel and everyone thought he was dead until he got up and did another once, successfully, with the others all screaming at him to stop.

alby used to have this little spot in the deadheads where he'd go to have a breather and everyone knew just to leave him alone.

gally got sick once and lost his voice and minho took the opportunity to insult him until he got punched.

newt is gay.

newt had a crush on alby but never ever would have told him ever because he didn't think it was relevant to their situation and nothing would ever come of it.

newt found out he was allergic to sheep when wckd sent one up in the box and he had a sneezing fit every time he walked past it.

he'd insist he was fine until his eyes swelled up and winston realised what was going on and yelled "kill the sheep!"

gally and newt once got so drunk at a bonfire that they waltzed together.

it ended abruptly when gally tripped and they both almost fell into the fire.

minho and alby caught them and alby yelled at everyone to go to bed.

zart can draw. really really well.

when chuck first arrived he didn't speak for two days.

newt once fell asleep on alby at the bonfire and everyone just let him

they had glade-wide games of hide and seek and it was chaos

ben once ate a bug and was worried he'd get superpowers

gally's excuse for quitting being a runner was that he got bored

if someone's having a rough time, frypan arranges their breakfast into a little picture before giving it to them

alby's scared of mice

newt's double jointed in a lot of ways and it freaks alby out but zart loves it

ben replaced newt as a runner.

chuck once sat in some mud and gally lent him a shirt to tie around his waist to cover it up until he could fix it

when ben replaced newt they both found it hard to talk to each other

and minho literally only talked to ben about running and had no patience for anything else... to begin with

zart kept trying to come up with his own catch phrase and was always cycling through them

frypan gave everyone a safety briefing before they started work in the kitchen, mentioned it to gally once and he started doing the same with the builders

winston always slept in and had to be woken up by alby or newt

gally built the homestead before he had a growth spurt, so all the doorways are too low for him

when thomas got stung, teresa and chuck stayed by his side the whole time

and during that time chuck told teresa that he wanted to see his parents again

newt once said alby's name in his sleep and minho heard and starting laughing so loudly that everyone woke up

ben once sneezed on alby and everyone screamed and ran

gally once tripped on a fence and fell into the pig pen

ben decided he was going to give frypan a night off and cook for everyone. the kitchen caught fire.

there were relationships in the glade but none of them were ever 'public'

on bonfire night frypan always walked around making sure everyone was hydrated and fed and not drinking too much of gally's drink

on bonfire night gally always walked around making sure everyone was drinking too much of gally's drink

clint could sing

jeff could too and sometimes you'd be able to walk past the homestead and hear them harmonising together

ben was by far the most susceptible to gally's drink. by far.

minho was actually a super anxious person but really good at hiding it

for a week the glade had a pet caterpillar

it went missing and zart tried to launch an investigation before alby told him they needed food more than they needed caterpillars

alby remains the prime suspect on zart's list to this day

minho and newt literally ran into each other in the maze once and newt went FLYING

minho was laughing too hard to help him up

alby once called a meeting to put an end to everyone calling each other "bro" because it was "annoying and stopping work from getting done"

minho had started the trend

gally once got so annoyed with everyone that he went and sat in the box

minho checked in on the runners because he didn't want anyone losing hope

for a long time alby was the one who could really make minho smile

when newt and minho met up at the end of their routes, minho would look at newt expectantly, newt would just shake his head and then minho would pat him on the back and they'd run back to the glade in silence

newt used to give chuck his leftovers

alby fell asleep in the homestead during the day once and everyone started placing bigger and bigger items on him until zart tried to balance a table on his head and he woke up

winston really admired alby and wished he could lead as well as him

whenever frypan was sad, he would talk to alby

-there was this running joke that alby shaved every morning because he didn't want anyone to know that he was an old man

newt was initially REALLY shy

approximately 40% of them sang in the showers

frypan made special meals for anyone who'd been in the med shack that day

if anyone left rubbish lying around newt would kick it at them

zart would follow him around picking it up

minho was quietly fascinated by zart

zart was loudly fascinated by everyone

friendship bracelets were a thing for a while, thanks to zart and clint

alby would throw his arm around whoever was nearby

clint's job stressed him out big time but he couldn't imagine doing anything else. it was just really frustrating not having the resources to really help when he needed to.

if newt was in a stroppy mood he'd sit down next to someone and pull his legs up and drape them across that person's lap

in response to that: zart would smile, minho would pay no attention, alby would worry, jeff would start checking his legs over (and newt would try to kick him), and gally would laugh

oh and chuck would hug his legs

chuck secretly wanted to be a medjack but it scared him

there was one person who would always talk to whoever was upset or crying and that person was jeff

when ben and minho ran past thomas and chuck that very first time, they got to the map room and immediately cracked up laughing at thomas' face

alby was actually the best friend in that he would ALWAYS laugh at people's jokes

zart wanted to celebrate when each glader had spent a year in the glade but alby firmly told him no because it wasn't something to celebrate

but zart got frypan to sneak each person an extra helping of bacon at the bonfire when their day came around

when ben got made a runner he just subconsciously started spending all his time with minho. he was just drawn to him, wherever he was. so they ended up spending every minute of every day together.

ben was always the guy who didn't get the joke but laughed anyway

frypan was super perceptive and could always pick up on someone feeling upset or off in any way

chuck subconsciously looked up to EVERYONE. he wanted to be brave like minho, funny like zart (he always laughed at zarts jokes), smart like alby, friendly like winston, caring like newt, loyal like ben, cheerful like frypan, the list goes on

and my point is he didn't see any of this consciously but he took on little pieces of them all every time he spoke to them. they all influenced him like older brothers and helped him to feel at home, one of them.

gally did little things to make everyone feel at home. that thing he said to thomas about being "safe with us" he said to everyone in one way or another. he reminded them that the glade was their "haven" from whatever was out there

i don't believe thomas had a crush on newt "from the moment he saw him" but i think newt mesmerised him a little and once he mentioned being a runner thomas decided he was definitely worth getting to know above anyone else

there was one day when everyone had a turn styling chucks hair around the campfire

winston yells at flies

one day, when newt was sad, minho came up behind him and just starting brushing his hair until it fluffed up

chuck always had clammy hands and was subconscious about it until gally told him it just meant he was working hard all the time

oh and the fluffy hair newt thing, alby was watching and smiling from nearby as newts smile slowly grew too

ben was even more optimistic than zart and that's saying something

and minho went through moments of being SUPER pessimistic like "the world is ending" type stuff and ben would always be like "no i don't think so"

newt was honestly a pretty good runner

^but not in a competitive way, like minho was. he just quietly went out and got the job done really well.

there was a dance move known only as "the zart" and no i won't describe it

when alby cried you KNEW it was serious

they had three banishments before ben's

when newt felt sad he tried to help out more with the animals because it felt good taking care of someone else

alby arrived with a blank book and he kept a journal of every day in the glade.

zart has four aloe vera plants growing up the back of the vegetable garden and he treats them with utmost importance

they grow sunflowers and eat the seeds

gally was the one who taught chuck how to carve the little chuck doll

gally would tell people if they had food on their face

zart has a bad back

the medjacks had a little "how to-" book which was all of the information they'd learned over the years

newt wrote a sassy note in that book when he was in a bad mood one day that basically said "how to piss off newt: leave him in here, alone and bored"

clint drew little doodles around the entries

minho and alby used to have thumb wars

the runners had meetings each week to discuss anything they'd found

clint was really good at opening jars

zart and frypan figured out how to make herbal tea and they always left peppermint tea out on the kitchen bench for when newt couldn't sleep

ben and gally were mates

frypan was by far the best hugger

they all SUCKED at communicating their feelings

except for clint who's an oversharer - lena

they once had a limbo contest and jeff was the winner by far

going way back to the subject of zart being able to draw, he would stay up late drawing by candlelight before bed. and because they didn't have mirrors he drew portraits for everyone so that they could know what they looked like.

and back to the subject of newt not sleeping, sometimes he would sit with zart. zart tried to teach him to draw but newt got frustrated and found it much more relaxing to just watch zart create his magic.

and when newt was in a good mood he'd sit there making requests for zart to draw and zart would always put his own little spin on whatever newt asked for and complicate it.

like one time newt asked him to draw a cat and zart drew a whole forest of animals and hid a cat in one of the trees.

newt, minho and zart had discussions about sexuality together. nothing hugely revelatory like coming out, but enough to feel comfortable with each other and know that they could if they felt the need.

zart and newt both knew the other wasn't straight. minho gave nothing away and just said "i'm down with that" to whatever they were discussing

somewhat related to pride, newt was easily distracted by rainbows

gally became a builder because he wanted a job that kept his hands busy and that he could really keep track of his progress and see his achievements

newt and minho kept each other company whenever they sensed they needed it

one time alby told them all to shut up and go to bed, got in his hammock, it broke and it was so unexpected that nobody knew what to say

then newt quietly went "are you okay?" and zart started laughing

gally got up and silently helped alby fix the hammock before going straight back to bed

minho could keep a secret. and he knew EVERYONE'S secrets because he paid attention.

when thomas arrived they genuinely all thought he'd be a slopper and nobody doubted it

anyone who slept with their shoes on got their laces tied together by minho

once newt went to hug alby and accidentally kissed him on the cheek out of instinct, panicked, and started power walking in the other direction

minho witnessed the whole thing and immediately started crying with laughter

alby had to go after newt and check he was okay without laughing too

newts one of those people who, when he gets angry or frustrated, he tears up. and it just makes him more frustrated to he tears up even more and he hates it because he thinks people won't take him seriously if they notice.

gally and newt both fidget a lot.

oh and so does thomas but like next level fidgeting. he has to be DOING something all of the time or he can't sit still.

alby loved all of the gladers so much so so so much

winston, clint and ben were all left handed

the trackhoes used to have the worst back problems after gardening all day every day, so clint became the resident masseuse

zart used to literally have daily massages

newt always got leaves stuck in his hair

zart always stuck leaves in newt's hair

newt's favourite food was bacon. like he LOVED it and everyone else was like okay mate calm down and newt was like BACON

there was one day that little bouquets of flowers started appearing around the place and everyone knew it was zart but he never admitted to it

when minho wanted someone to know he cared about them he'd give them a little pat on the back

minho used to love taking part in the bonfire nights but as time went on he found them more and more pointless

frypan is one of those people who can really REALLY hold it together for so long. nobody gets to know if he's feeling sad until he breaks down.

alby is surprisingly good at impressions and accents

zart has a love-hate relationship with the goat: it's cute, but it can also completely destroy all of his hard work in the span of an hour

the goat had been put in the pit numerous times before newt suggested that was a bit cruel and they should tie it up outside and release it under supervision instead

newt has the biggest "okay, fuck you" face out of anyone in the glade and it comes out extra strong when he's being mocked (inspired by visro's brain)

and when newt's "fuck you" face comes out, it usually earns him a little ruffling of his hair, courtesy of minho of course

and every time, newt will swat his hand away but every time, he'll also smile

anyway that's enough about newt because clint makes necklaces

gally's biggest priority is making sure the med hut is in good shape and asking the medjacks if they need anything built or replaced

ben is the kinda person to say 'ow' even when something doesn't hurt

gally looks up to everyone (even though he literally doesn't show that ever at all, just believe me)

minho was really REALLY pissed when gally quit being a runner and they had this huge fight that they both never really got over

anyway minho doesn't know what it feels like not to constantly work hard

zart once tried to make alby a wig out of hay. alby wore it once and then didn't stop sneezing for a week

clint takes every decision and outcome to heart and jeff has to talk him down each time

after newts accident jeff forced clint to take a break because clint was convinced he was making the wrong decisions for newt

gally has ocd

they have this whole book of theories for why they're in the maze

alby contributed the least to the book because he was convinced that it didn't matter why they were there

winston was super brainy

somebody made a "caution: wet floor" sign and threw it in the pond

the bonfires were frypan's idea

zart was a big hugger

gally built crutches for newt and sanded them down until they were perfect

at first, newt was convinced he didn't need them but after a stern word from jeff about how hard gally had worked on them, newt gave in

winston is super flexible

whenever anyone's feeling down they eventually end up with a pep talk from alby or newt

gally built board games for when they had to shelter from the rain or rest inside for any reason

zart plays snakes and ladders with anyone who's willing

alby makes a point of talking to every single person on bonfire nights

newt tries to do the same but gally's trade secret recipe often gets in the way of that

because im watching tdc and minho dropping to his knees inspired me: when minho found newt in the maze he skidded to a stop on his knees beside him

when ben got stung minho tried to talk to him for hours because the others all thought he'd be the best one to get info out of him

newt had this big chat to alby about feeling bad for whacking ben in the head when he probably didn't need to and gally poked his head in and reminded newt that ben was trying to kill thomas

and newt took gally's word for it that it was okay because gally had been hit in the head so many times they'd all lost count

okay that's it for now oh my god

that was two years' worth of headcannons

#the maze runner #thomas #newt #gally #alby #zart #winston #clint #jeff #the goat #chuck #frypan #minho #ben #tmr #maze #running #maze running in the maze #headcannons #hcs #from twitter

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Could i possibly request number 10 for idia shroud? I just see this happening with weeb otaku man lol. Thx!

Missed Me?

Prompt: Person A cuddling with a body pillow, pretending that it's Person B and Person B finds out later.

Pairing: Idia x Gn! Reader

Warning: Fluff, gn! Reader, 2nd POV, and some insecurities.

Ever since you started hanging out with Idia, his walls slowly came down when it was just Ortho, him, and you; given exception if you all were at Board Game club which involved Azul. Idia was more expressive and you two would joke with a healthy amount of teasing, never crossing the line. The hangouts started turning into late gaming binges and show binging while Ortho noticed you two get closer and his brother being more expressive. Idia noticed that he liked your company, and those feelings grew into something more when he lent you one of his hoodies. His heart was beating nonstop, and his brain was malfunctioning a bit. When you asked him out, he was caught off guard and was broken for a couple seconds before realizing that you were waiting for a response which shyly, he told you he shared the same feelings. You two were introverts who were more than fine with just spending time with each other for long periods of time which you did a majority of your time. With you being around a majority of the time, Idia got used to having someone, besides Ortho and Azul, with him rather than being completely alone. That paradise was soon to be interrupted

For two weeks, you were going to attend to some sort of business at RSA and had to stay at their campus during that time. A lot of the boys weren’t happy about it, mostly Idia. The night before you left, you two spent some time together to enjoy each other’s presence before being away from each other and joking.

"You're leaving me for pretty normies,” Idia jokingly whined, holding you close

“None of them can compete with you and your beautiful hair.” You kissed his forehead and held him close.

“I knew it, you only love me for my hair, can’t blame you for it. It’s fabulous.” He did an imaginary hair flip as you both laugh a bit before calming down. You both played video games and watched a couple episodes of an anime. During that time, you noticed Idia quieter than usual, and you cuddled closer and kissed his hand.

“Are you sure you want to be with me? They go out and socialize more than I do and... why did you choose to date me?” He asked before you sit up and guide his head for his ear to be against your chest.

“Sir, listen to my heartbeat and focus on that for a while. I wanted to go out with you because you make me feel safe, no uneasiness or anxiety crawling at my feet, and out of all the individuals you think I would want to be with, I would rather spend the rest of my time here by your side as long as you’ll have me.”

You kiss his lips as you two spent the rest of the night together before you left with Grim the next morning to RSA. You would always text him throughout the day and call him to fall asleep to the sound of him playing videogames. You both would rant about your day as the other listened, but that was postponed since Idia had a gaming event to complete and you had more work added to you pile of things to do while at RSA. The rest of your last week at RSA, you both were too busy until you came up with staying over for a night in his dorm when you got back which he immediately agreed to.

When you show up for your small date with Idia to see him asleep on his bed, you're relieved that he gets some sleep and set your bag down on his bean bag before sitting on the edge of his bed. Ortho kept you updated about Idia while he was busy and how he wasn’t really sleeping as he usually does. You move his hair out of his face before immediately pulling your hand away as he cuddles more into the body pillow and mutter your name. Speaking of the body pillow, you looked closer to see a familiar shirt fashioning his grey body pillow then realizing that was one of your shirts you left here last time. Guess he did miss your presence while you were away. You chuckle quietly before running your hands through his luscious hair and kiss his head, enjoying this moment of peace. You get up to move the beanbag closer to the bed and went to work on something for class and after a while you hear Idia muttering something, you lean over to hear.

"I want to stay right here, cuddling with you, (Y/N)-chan. I love you, player 2~" He sleepily chattered, cuddling closer.

The temptation of taking a picture of your boyfriend being adorable as you gave him a loving gaze before going back to work for a bit then hearing him

“You’re very endearing when you’re half-asleep.” You smile, typing away on your laptop before looking over at Idia, caught off guard and flustered while his hair turning a slight pink tone, rambling to himself then lowering his head to your level.

“I said what I said,” He grumbled before having a wide grin as he looked at you. “What you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know, perhaps shower you with love and affection while we watch our show together?”

“Hit me with your best shot.” You laughed and kissed his lips before pointing to the body pillow.

“Guess I have competition.”

“I was meant to take your shirt off that pillow. I didn’t miss you at all, I lost the cover to the pillowcase and lost it in the laundry.”

“Uh-huh, suuuurrrrree.” You said, taking your shoes off and got into his bed.

“You literally have been back for less than a day and you’re making fun of me, your loving boyfriend.” He placed his hand over his heart, acting wounded before he realized you were lying in your usual spot on the bed, and you weren’t just a figment of his imagination. “...I put the shirt on the body pillow because it smelled like you, and I did miss you.”

His face reddens when he saw your smug ass grin on your face before kissing you to whip it off of your face and buried his face in your neck, wrapping his arms around. You felt him slowly relax and him inhale then let out a sigh of relief. Your fingers found their way to his head as they ran through his hair. You yourself relaxed and kissed the top of his head as you were finally back in your small piece of heaven.

#twisted wonderland idia #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #idia shroud x reader #idia fluff #idia x mc #twst fluff #fluff writing event

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Bite the hand that starves you: Chapter Two

Fic as of this chapter contains: discussion of abortion, references to drug use, intersex and trans characters, torture/graphic violence, colonialism and its aftermath,

This chapter contains a scene with torture, specifically the torture of children. It is thematically and atmospherically relevant, but you won't be unable to understand the fic if you skip it. It is contained within linebreaks, and starts with "Garak took a break after the first three."

Kardasi: Peikirvi - would translate to something like "concubine", specifically refers to an individual that socially presents as male, and was assigned such at birth, but can carry children (and often could impregnate someone else), who is legally bound to someone. Usually this is done with a pre-existing couple who has fertility issues.

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Garak was shifting restlessly. Julian sat up, putting aside his padd and checking the nearest readout. Nothing looked good, of course, but nothing looked too drastically worse either. It was a steady degradation. He got up, checking the other three, which were much the same.

Garak wasn’t conscious. He’d been for a little earlier… Julian told himself that it was good he was resting. However, Garak was mumbling something.

Julian touched his shoulder. “Garak.”

Garak stayed restless, but it was without connection to anything Julian did. He sighed. It was too early to give him another round of medication. Julian bent forwards, listening carefully. Most of it was slurred beyond what the universal translator could handle, but he did catch-

“So what if I hated you? What if I loved you? It doesn’t matter. You’re dead.”

There was no intrigue to be mustered at the admittedly, very odd words. Only a further heaviness to the whole situation. Garak wasn’t conscious, so it certainly wasn’t a lie, but it could be nothing more than a dream. Either he had lost someone, or even his sleep wasn’t allowing him to rest.

Julian made a mental note, one of dozens of others, to see if bad dreams persisted as a result of the implant. He made himself a cold glass of raktajino and went back to his chair. He needed to be up for quite some time, after all.

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Getting Lokar to let Garak do as he pleased wasn't too difficult, as it turned out. After all, this current form of their relationship was founded on his pity. He knew Garak was cunning- but that pity came from Garak's lost potential, and that meant he was harmless. So when a mission from the Order came, Lokar thought nothing of his garden loving peikirvi begging to have some time planet side, with real soil and sun.

Sometimes that was really why Garak went, too.

He never planted orchids- after Romulus, those were for him alone. It was so green on Bajor. On Cardassia, foliage most commonly came in browns, oranges, and blues. Even with that difference, he wondered if the soft growing plants of the past Tolan had told him of once looked like these.

He tried not to think about the things Tolan had told him too often. Especially as, most of the time- he really was working while on Bajor.

This time wasn't different from the others. Garak’s skillset for assassinations wasn't very useful for the situation here. Occasionally he cracked codes the Bajora had managed to be clever at creating- but he didn't have to leave the station for that. No, they called him down for when they needed confessions, or a punishment. This time it was both.

The Siteyi resistance cell had done another round of bombing, targeting the field admin center near a refugee camp. Immediately, the Infantry gathered up some suspects and witnesses, and now they needed Garak for the rest.

On paper, the Obsidian Order didn't keep any facilities on Bajor- they used military facilities in a rare example of cooperation. In reality, they only occasionally used those. Why make a fuss and have to manage Central Command when kitchens and “under construction” factory shells worked fine?

Today he was going to one of the latter. The protective detail Lokar assigned him was never hard to get rid of when he needed to. At times, he suspected they were glad to loose him.

The shell was remote, in a mountainous region, and colder inside than out. The agent who greeted him looked satisfyingly miserable.

Garak breathed on his hands, grateful for even that slight warmth. “Who do we have today?”

“We collected 20 from the area yesterday. Six have made confessions or given us information- they're still in detention, but you shouldn't need to deal with them today. Someone else was called in earlier as well, and she's already started work.”

“Seven today, then.”

“Yes. All Bajora, no defectors or foreigners helping them- three male, seven female, and…” the agent stopped before continuing, though with the control not to look at Garak while she did. “...four indeterminate.”

Garak smiled at her. What an interesting way of putting it. The Kardasi word she'd used did not refer to people, or even animals. It was most often used for insects.

He breathed on his hands again. It didn't matter. It really didn't. “I'll leave those four to your other specialist, if you don't mind.”

“Of course.” She stopped at a door. “There's just one in right now. I'll pass on your message.”

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Julian’s first impulse had been to reach out to the Cardassian Union again, but he remembered how that had gone last time, and Garak’s privacy about the whole thing.

His immediate second thought was the author of the paper he’d found instructing the differentiation of false positives. He’d sent a short message off immediately after he finished reading it. She was a Cardassian doctor on Vulcan, named Khúcho Ammshah. It was a long shot, but his look into her history indicated no ties to the Union- in fact, what he found were mentions of some community that had been in tension with the Union since it was formed, and praise for this particular doctor’s openness to the majority culture of her host planet, a sharp contrast to many others there. There was some context he was missing… but at the very least, Julian was reasonably sure she wouldn’t be a security risk to Garak. If she responded.

Julian refreshed his inbox for text communications and voice messages again. Nothing new since this morning.

His other looks at diaspora Cardassian doctors in relevant specializations weren’t going well. Diaspora Cardassian doctors, it seemed, tended to be insular, many refusing to publish in anything but Cardassian languages or similar out of pure principle. A few of the nearest clinics he’d found without Union affiliation had auto-responses enabled informing him not to contact them further upon identifying his communication as coming from Starfleet.

It wasn’t that he didn’t understand why. It simply didn’t make him feel any better to understand, not when a patient and friend’s wellbeing was on the line.

The other collection of research he had been going through was any hits for treating liver damage in Cardassians, of course. His theory was that his best option, considering the Cardassian diet and Garak’s particular habits and health, was taking a surgical tissue sample ahead of time and use a bioregenerative field. But that only gave him cells to work with- not an organ viable for transplant. Of course, normally he’d add a sufficently sized cell culture to an organ generator, but he didn’t have a program for any Cardassian organs, and writing one… took quite some time when a specialist was doing it.

With Garak’s medical luck so far…

He’d cross that bridge when he came to it. The best he could do now was draw a map.

Julian looked at the records for another patient he was working on a treatment plan for to give himself a break. And found himself fumbling like mad when a notification pinged, verifying something had arrived in his inbox.

Hello, Dr. Bashir. I'm intrigued and quite sympathetic to you and your patient G. Pregnancy and related procedures can be complicated at the best of times, as I'm sure you know, and I can certainly glean just how messy the situation you have on your hands is, even from your brief communication. Unfortunately, I would not be comfortable advising you at a distance given the particular physiology of patient G, and it will be a little while before I could arrange to travel to Deep Space Nine, especially if my superior thinks I am more needed here. In the interim, I have put together a document covering some basic information that should help you and I suspect were not covered by Starfleet Medical, as to my knowledge most Cardassian subjects studied by the SFM were non-childbearing males, and most research has covered topics related to combat medicine. Healer/Dr. Ammshah.

Julian read it over a few times.

Travel in person? Exactly how serious was this?

Julian had had to have an abortion on his own once, when he hadn't quite given birth control the seriousness it deserved, and that had been fairly simple.

A quick skim of the document, shamelessly utilizing augmented speed reading, didn't exactly provide an answer.

Dr. Ammshah, I'm very grateful for your offer to pay my infirmary a visit, but first, I would have to clear it with my patient to ensure no misunderstandings occur. I also must confess a degree of surprise at the offer, and I suspect that may not surprise you. I am somewhat familiar with Cardassian politics, though I'll admit, they still confuse me a great deal- is there lacking research on the matter of transgender and intersex men and their pregnancies? Or is it the particular procedures available that introduce a problem? Dr. JSB

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Garak took a break after the first three. He would've had to anyways, this wasn't a day where he was fresh and they were tired. He'd had to get up early, get on a transport, and drive tor two hours. Handling detainees was taxing enough without that and the cold.

“Are we feeding them?” He asked absently.

“Not until we're done here.” The other “specialist” replied.

It was even colder in the rooms they were using for interrogation than out of them. It made Garak irritable- especially with the last one. It was better to pace oneself, when dealing with a bunch like this. He rubbed his thumb over some crusted blood he'd missed on his knuckle as he walked back.

This time there were two bodies bent in stress positions over chairs. Relatives- or perhaps partners. Close enough that keeping them together was more effective than not.

They both stank horribly. Bajorans had a stronger body odor in general, but he could tell these two hadn't been able to hold what was in their bowels during detention before being allowed to use a bathroom for a few minutes.

Garak sighed, holding a hand in front of his mouth to inhale less of it. One at a time was easier.

“Do I need to tell you why I'm here?” He addressed the hooded pair in Bajoran as he shook his knife out of its hiding place. “Or rather- why you're here?”

Quiet, save for some sniffling.

Garak went to the closest one. “This goes smoother for everyone the less I have to repeat myself.” He flicked off their hood with the point of the knife- it would graze the skin, drawing blood, but not deep cuts yet. Pacing himself was even more important with two.

The boy let put a whimper as his face was revealed- both from the burning red line Garak had just left on his face, and the strong light hitting his eyes after hours of dark. The latter was a more effective domestic tactic, but it worked fine here.

Garak’s grip on the knife tightened.

“Are you a mute, young man?” Garak said softly, pressing the blade to the seam of his lips.

The boy shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut tighter.

"Then respond when spoken to.” Garak pulled the knife back. “It's rude to ignore questions.”

The boy licked his lips, and- “S-sorry.”

The other detainee spoke up, then. “What are you saying sorry for?”

Voice high, shaking- another boy, both barely past puberty, if that.

Garak crossed to him and pulled off the hood- with is hand this time- catching the boy’s chin in his hand. His teeth were gritted immediately, squinting up at Garak with anger and fear. “Do you have something to say?”

Adults were easier than children.

“Not to you.” This had to be the older of the two.

Garak dug his nails into his warm jaw. “Then wait your turn.”

They were both thin faced. Ratty clothes. Not feeding them until release meant little- they would've been lucky if they got any food today at all.

Garak let go and paced. “I'll ask again. Do either of you know why you're here?”

“Some shit we didn't do and don't know shit about.”

Garak sighed, as though bored and annoyed. His heart didn't buy into it, unfortunately- it was going fast. Shit, indeed. Perhaps the boy was inspired by the smell. “You must know something. We know you were there at the scene when it happened.”

“Doesn't mean we saw anything.”

Garak took quiet, slow breaths. He hadn’t had anything to eat today either- not that he had an appetite. There was just an awareness of hunger.

He wanted to leave.

He could hear Tain scoffing, and Barkan, younger, remarking, “What should we expect? It's in your nature, after all.”

Garak turned to face them, smiling. “You know something. Even something as small as a description of what you saw or heard during the incident is helpful.”

“What if we were asleep?”

Garak cocked his head. “Who could sleep through such a ruckus?” What nature? The one Tolan shared, or the one Barkan had picked him for? It didn't matter. It really didn't.

“Must not have been that bad.” The first boy finally spoke again.

Garak held up his knife.

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"I hope I'm not intruding." Julian said as soon as Garak opened the door to his quarters.

Garak put down the balance sheet he was going through. "I take it this isn't simply a friendly visit, then."

Julian slipped inside. "If only… I'm sure you figured that one of the first things I started doing was trying to contact Cardassian doctors, preferably expats."

"And I'm sure you realized they were just as unwilling to speak to you as those in the Union." If not more.

"Yes, but one did get back to me. She wants to travel here to supervise your care. I told her that I would, of course, need your permission."

Garak’s stomach did something that was surely very medically interesting inside him. "I see."

"Garak- I know this is a difficult time for you, but I feel you've undersold just how dire things are, if a doctor based on Vulcan is willing to leave her existing patients for weeks just for one patient with an existing care team."

Two impluses: one to point out his care team really was one doctor and one nurse he somewhat trusted, who knew precious little about his species, and the other- "Are you certain she isn't affiliated with Central Command?"

Julian blinked at him. How sweet, how guileless he was- it was growth, Garak supposed, that Julian hadnt been offended on her behalf. The man he first met likely would have been. "I doubt it. I don't understand the context entirely, but from what I could find, her family has lived on Vulcan for generations- before the Occupation, before the first Cardassian-Tzenkethi war."

New bile rose in Garak's throat. "I see. That's no guarantee, you understand."

"I do. That's why I'm telling you." Julian pulled out a folded paper- from the same notebook he'd used the other night, it seemed. "Her name, office, university she attended- give her a look over."

Garak put the paper in a hidden pocket of his shirt. Julian lingered.

"Is there something else you had to say to me, doctor?"

Julian looked at him. “I had a dream about you last night.”

Garak bit his tongue in favor of letting his venom come out. “Really? What sort of dream?” he half expected it to be a line of some sort (a very poorly timed one, an opportunistic one), so was surprised when Julian’s brow furrowed before he answered.

“I don’t really remember. I know you were there, and it wasn’t happy.”

Something Tolan had told him floated to the front of his awareness and he shooed it away. “What an unfortunate reflection.”

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"Dr. Bashir, there's a video call for you from Vulcan."

Julian almost dropped his tricorder. "I'll take it in my office, just a moment." He turned back to the patient. “Fortunately, it's just kunowaat.”

The Bajoran sitting in front of him paled. “Just kunowaat?”

“Yes, just kunowaat. And you're lucky enough to be a mild case.” Julian reassured him. “It won't be pleasant- well, you already know that, you're going through it- but I'll have a nurse set you up so you've got a steady stream of diozaine and don't get dehydrated. You might not even have to deal with the full two weeks.”

Garak had gone and given Julian the go ahead only a few hours after getting the information to look Dr. Ammshah up, which Julian had passed on along with some very basic patient information. However, he'd expected her to write him back- he wasn't even sure how she'd gotten the information to call his office directly.

He ran a hand over his hair and his uniform before stepping in. “Doctor Ammshah! Eager to meet face to face?”

Khúcho Ammshah was at the very end of middle aged, her hair having gone half grey, and face lined with evidence of many decades of smiles and furrowed brow ridges. “Somewhat, yes. I'll confess- I'm already on a transport to Deep Space Nine. We're just about to leave port.”

“Oh.” Julian's eyes widened. This was a little while? It'd been three days. “I don't know if I've mentioned it, but I am terribly grateful for your help.”

Her voice was accented- some doctors preferred not to use the translator to avoid miscommunication, so she was speaking in Standard directly.

She laughed good naturedly. “The thanks was implied. I'm aware of… how difficult it would be to find information from my area of expertise, as a Starfleet officer.”

“However, your urgency makes me worry about just how serious the situation I have in my hands is.”

She nodded. “Reasonably. Well, that is part of why I called you- I thought it best to talk about this, rather than write.”

“I see.”

Dr. Ammshah looked down, fiddling with something off screen. “This is a secure line, correct?”

“Correct.” Julian nodded. “I had engineering adjust things- after the Captain's office in ops, this is the most secure terminal for video calls on the station by default.”

“Good. First, I felt the need to come personally because I don't feel comfortable instructing someone on how to do a vacuum aspiration remotely, considering you've never done it on a Cardassian before, and the anatomy I expect we're dealing with can be particularly tricky.”

That smarted, but it wasn't a bad point. Unlike most species- including yes, all the ones Julian had hands on experience with reproductive care for- the cloaca added some additional care one needed to take during the procedure.

“Particularly tricky?” Julian asked. “In what way?”

“Less space, for one thing. It varies of course, but patient G has both reproductive capacities, and therefore likely has- er, to be blunt, a normal sized penis.”

“You're sure.”

“Reasonably.” Dr. Ammshah leaned back on her chair. “Ah, there's the engine- the Union does not currently recognize transgender persons as existing among the Cardassian species , much less as a population needing care. Other species have them, but as far as most Cardassian doctors are concerned, that's only their problem. If your patient G was transgender, you would know based on how he gets treated by other Cardassians. Especially considering most of the ones that visit your station are from the military. For intersex Cardassians, the most common anatomy for persons who socially present as male and can get pregnant is a fully functional penis, testes, ovaries, and a more developed uterus, as opposed to the underdeveloped, vestigial one you find in perisex Cardassian males.”

“Alright. I definitely haven't noticed the Cardassians he's interacted with him do any misgendering.” Julian made a note to himself for later- he should probably be more careful when there were other Cardassians around. Even if they thought he was fine… you never knew. “What's the other thing you're worried about?”

"It's not uncommon for pregnant Cardassians to get a little…" Dr. Ammshah made a gesture with her hands. "Aggressive."

"Aggressive." Julian repeated.

"More specifically insecure, which most respond to with aggression."

"I see." Julian had simply chalked that up to environmental stress- Garak didn't seem to enjoy asking for help, serious medical visits, and not quite three months prior, had nearly died. Even though he'd put on an unbothered face the day after surgery, Julian hadn't expected him to really settle into his new normal for quite some time. Which would now take even longer. And of course, the situation at hand was hardly a simple matter.

"How has he been?"

Julian told her most of what he'd just been thinking. "...and further, as far as I know, Garak does not have a committed or even casual partner, which I have some context concerning what that means for him."

Dr. Ammshah nodded. "To contextualize it further… how do I put it?” The other doctor sighed. “The state is very concerned both with punishing people for having the wrong sex- sex outside of enjoinments, not between mates, that sort of thing. It also concerns itself with not having too many undesirable individuals to deal with. So abortion is not illegal, but it’s access is restricted, and it comes with a degree of social stigma.”

Julian had gathered much of that through implication. So far, none of the Cardassian literature Garak had shared with him touched on abortion in the modern era- overall, most of it had so far been works in historical settings.

“My guess is, given the lack of Cardassian delegations visiting the station recently, that our patient had a recent mating cycle. It’s a known problem that during that time, the spermacathe normally tries to inseminate an individual that isn’t sexually active. That’s why you might see a married couple with a child who phenotypically could not be the fathers on occasion; they're the only exception to laws regarding bastards, so long as the biological father keeps his distance."

"And for single parents?" Julian shifted in his seat.

"A state accepted reason to get an abortion- of course, the alternative, giving birth to an undeniable bastard, is punishable by law. But still with shame. If one is of age to have a mating cycle and have had sex previously, they ought to have a legally recognized relationship. No consideration for the fact that assault happens.” Dr. Ammshah noticed discomfort that Julian hadn't quite been able to hide. "What is it?"

Julian sighed. "I... there's an assumption in human culture, I suppose, that makes me suprised that a culture who's doctors are mostly female are part of a system where abortion is treated that way. But I should know better. Thank you for calling me. I'll start preparing for your arrival, doctor.”

Julian gave himself a few seconds after ending the call before pressing his commbadge. "Bashir to Sisko. I have a consulting doctor coming who just conformed she would be arriving in 7 days. Her name is Khúcho Ammshah."

"I'll make sure security and logistics are notified." Then, after a moment. "What do you need a Hebitian doctor for, Julian?"

And there was that word- the same one that came up when looking over her background. "That's private patient information sir, I'm sorry. Also- being honest, I don't quite understand the significance."

"It's too long to explain it over comms. Remind me about it next time we're both off duty."

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