#I apologise if this was a bit overly general

[flowering-darkness]

HII 3 & 10 for whichever one ud like to answer for the most right now, but id also love to hear either question answered for adriana :]

Hello!!! Thank you so much for these questions, friend - I am always very happy to talk about Adriana, so I would be happy to answer them for her~

(question source: "ask game: self-insert lore" by celestialship)

3. how do the other characters generally feel about your self-insert? - I like to think that Adriana is quite well-liked! Her role in helping the player face Team Meteor, as well as her ability as a Trainer in managing to acquire all eighteen gym badges of the Reborn League (eventually also taking the role of Shadow Champion, which arguably makes her the second-strongest Trainer in the region!), do probably endear her to the people who know about her, even if she doesn’t know them directly herself. I would argue that she probably only gets actively close to the entire main cast once the postgame begins, because of working more closely alongside them all for Anomaly hunting - and also because I’m still not 100% sure which events she’s personally present for. I really need to work that out. But, I do think she’s the type of person who’s difficult to dislike, except to the type of person who thinks Ghost-type specialists are creepy and weird by default.

10. how do the other characters feel about your self-insert and F/O’s relationship? - Again, I like to think that people are in favour of it ^-^ it’s very clear to those who know us how much we care about each other, and have done for a while (Charlotte and I think also Shelly and the twins watching Adri read Luna’s letter in Calcenon springs to mind). Additionally, while I don’t doubt that some people think Luna is a bit weird, she manages to occupy a good niche where most people who know her don’t know she grew up in Team Meteor, and those who do know that are the people she grew up with (for example, Taka and later Ace), so they are already close with her. So, again, nobody really has much of any reason to not support it, right?

(I actually feel like fewer people in the general public would know much about the relationship than you might expect, simply because neither Luna nor Adriana are particularly.. exuberant? in terms of personality. So, those who have spent a lot of time around either one of us will be well aware of how much we love each other, and.. actually, I can imagine Adriana bringing up Luna if Gossip Gardevoir ever does an interview with her - but at the same time we’re both very private people, so not many events or details would be very well-known in a widespread sense.)

I hope that these answers were alright, friend! Writing them out has given me a lot of things to think about, so that’s fun. Thank you very much again for the opportunity~

#heart of the void #selfshipping #selfship: void‑kissed (luna/adriana) #self‑insert: soul‑touched (adriana) #love: dark dreamer (luna) #of a city reborn (pokémon reborn) #out of the inbox #selfshipping asks #clara tag! #my self‑inserts #I apologise if this was a bit overly general #writing this out helped me pass lots of time at the gate which was good

[demonsandbullets]

Claudia [Working Title]

Mama Flores x Reader OR, more accurately Newly out Transbian! BF'D' AND DBF Mama Flores x AFAB She/her Bi! OC First-Person Reader (what a fucking mouthful that is, no pun intended)

Rating: E for Egregiously Horny (18+ only)

7K Words

Summary: Hot off the end of a catastrophic relationship, and living out her backpack, she runs into Claudia at a coffee shop, and MOTHER antics ensue.

Warnings: Oh where to begin - First Person Reader, Pillowprincess!Claudia, ServiceTop!Reader, Oral (P and V recieving), P described in both the masc and fem verbiage, unspecificed Age Gap, use of niña and other 'you're just a kid' type discussion, Ex-Boyfriend's 'Dad', Dad's Best Friend, dry humping, Somnophilia, a whole bunch of asking for consent, and a whole bunch of inferring consent, a TON of dyke shit and queer language, blink and you'll miss it mommy issues, totally blatant daddy issues, internalised homophobia, internalised shame, self-deprecation, Transfemme Body dysphoria but it's complicated, Trans woman still wanting her kids to call her 'dad' - let me know if anything has been missed.

Reader is a blank slate, but for those who are melanated, there are some Easter Eggs. If you have a problem with Bisexual women self-identifying as Dykes, Studs or Lesbians, or you have a problem with Bisexuals working through their issues, or fuck, if you have an issue with Bisexual women in general, go get mad somewhere else.

This many not be the story everyone wanted to read but hey, don't say I haven't tried to contribute! Mama Flores is barely out at this point in the story, and there's still a lot up in the air about what her boundaries are, so things shift back and forth throughout. I don't know where I got her name from, maybe it was someone else's fic (please remind me if so!), but it also worked with a lil idea I had about her past.

No beta, we die like the dirty queers we are. Written, like, months ago, after the second appearance of this woman on SNL, and never really meant to see the light of day. The Spanish in this story is Bing™ Spanish, but I wanted to capture her Spanglish thing that she does in the sketch, so I didn't put the translations, but they're probably also wrong - so if and when anyone has any notes for me, send me an ask and I'll edit it. This is my first ever fic, so be kind! Thanks to @magpiepills for pushing me out the nest on this one!

Everyone in our social circle knew about Ms. Flores’ transition. I had to miss the party for reasons that seem stupid now, and which I will get into later, but everyone said it was a blast — a lot of dancing, great food, and she looked gorgeous. I saw the pictures. I have them saved on my phone.

I had dated her son in high school. We had a good thing going, all things considered — until he cheated. I remember her dragging him by his ear to our front door to apologise, herself dressed in a vintage lakers jersey and shorts at the time. She was furious. She actually slapped the back of his head in front of me, just to prove it. I remember wondering then why I’d never noticed how pretty Mr. Flores was. But that was before I realised I was into women.

She’d always been a bit of a hardass, but never with me. Up until the day he cheated, her son and I were always welcome to do whatever at her house — sleep over, watch TV until 4am, bake cookies, make out. She wasn’t around much, mostly ate snacks and watched TV in bed, she’d been divorced for years and the prevailing theory was she hadn’t got over it. Her son never talked about it, so my family and I kept well away from the subject, and she never bought it up with my father. But someone heard the blowout fight that ended it all, and let’s say the same someone was strangely and overly, performatively enthusiastic about her transition. That told me everything I needed to know about what she’d heard that night.

My story makes it all seem fated, once you string it together. After that heartbreak, I go to college, I meet a girl, a straight girl, and I fall face first into the concrete of that. She’s married now, to a man. She still texts me to ask how I’m holding up. At 3am. And I answer, honestly, like an idiot, after all this time, like we’re friends or something.

And then my latest girlfriend, talk of the town — she was, she is, a supermodel. I only knew her because we were the only two at a party that had ever heard of Dungeons and Dragons. You should have seen people when we walked into a room — what’s that troll doing with her? She’s a supermodel. And then, the stupid, trite, dumb gossip about how good I must be with the strap (I am), and how I must be such a good lay because, you know studs, they’re freaks in the sack.

I didn’t even know that was a thing.

When I realised that, actually, that was why she was with me, something in me changed. There was something wrong about it all, you know? Not being loved for who you are, for what you bring, but for how you fuck. First world problems, I know, but it’s not just that — it’s the fact that my supermodel girlfriend saw me as this beast, this, I don’t know, this fucking sex toy, sitting there waiting for her to get off work and get her off. I’m not that. I’m a person.

Anytime we fought, she threw my ex-boyfriend into it. Like it marred me or something, like it was something to apologise for. And I could sit there and explain bisexuality until I’m blue in the face, but when it comes down to it — when you’re in love — bisexuality is a threat, somehow. It’s a possibility until it’s a threat.

So now I’m just one woman and a backpack. Couch surfing. No college as an excuse, and a laptop to work from in cafés.

In walks Ms. Flores.

I remember looking up and being a little blinded by the sun behind her, the way it filtered through her hair, like the warm light from inside a familiar home, that you can map out in your mind. She’d grown it out, delicate brown curls streaked in white falling over her forehead. She was wearing a flannel that day, I can’t remember the colour, but I remember the fit of her jeans, the curve of her padded chest, the light bouncing off her glasses, her impatient lips pursed as she squinted to read her phone. I remember it hitting me below the belt like a truck. A semi truck right into my waist. Fate is fucking cruel.

Ms. Flores, my ex’s dad, was 100% unequivocally out of bounds. This was not allowed, not at all, not in any universe, not if we’d been any other genders or met anywhere else, and especially fresh off the worst breakup of my life, and fresh on the journey of her transition. This could not happen.

“Ms. Flores?” I hesitantly walked up to her side, not wanting to surprise her.

She looked up from her phone as if she’d heard a voice from the dead, “niña?,” her beaming smile shot me in the heart, her crows feet blinking into view. This was such a bad idea. “Oh! It’s been forever!”

Her hug felt like a place I belonged. It twinged somewhere at the bottom of my stomach, in the way i’d always known was forbidden, perverted lesbian shit that I shouldn’t entertain. But I did, anyway, because at the end of the day, I’m a raging dyke.

She held me at arms length, looking at me with her stern but playful gaze, “You’ve been a naughty girl!”

Ohhhhh Fuuu-

“You weren’t at the party last week, and you’re almost nothing, nothing, have you not been eating?”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t at the party, Ms. Flores, I-“

“I like the way you say that, with your little gringo accent, Mees Fuh-lohr-reas, linda”

I liked the way she made fun of me, but I didn’t tell her.

“I was getting broken up with, otherwise I would have been there, I promise. I have the photos—“

“I heard about her,” she let go of my shoulders, pursing her lips, “I saw her pictures, she’s not pretty.”

I laughed, out loud, a weird release, a confirmation in my chest.

“I mean it! They will let anyone be a model these days, nunca le han dicho que NO en su vida, and she was never going to be good enough for you either, you’re too intelligent for models and you know it.”

I heard her. I also couldn’t stop staring at her lips. They looked better with lipstick on. It was so flattering. I could have heard her talk for hours. I wondered if I could make her scream my name. I could, if I tried. I wanted to try. But I was a couch surfing ex of her son’s. I still wanted to try.

“Preciosa, don’t date these stupid models anymore. Find a girl, or whoever, that you can speak to, you’re college educated now, you go after women of quality. How have you been? What’s —”

She grabbed at the backpack I had stupidly carried with me, like the possessions in it were so precious that the few seconds I’d leave them alone, someone could steal them. Like a tortoise not wanting to desert it’s shell. She felt how heavy it was. She looked disappointed but not surprised.

“niña. What’s in the bag. Sea honesto conmigo, I won’t judge you.”

I put on a brave face, but the words were damning, “everything.”

“So you’re living out of your backpack.”

“Yes.”

“And I’m finding out about this now?”

“It’s a big time for you, and I’m a grown woman—“

“You are not a grown woman! No!,” ouch, so much for getting to try, “You are never a grown woman enough to not ask me for help. Do your parents know?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re not staying with them?”

“The family’s in from Europe, there’s no space”

“And I’m finding out about this now? ¿Por qué tu madre no me llamó?”

“I wouldn’t want to speak for her but—“

It was too late, she was on the phone, dialling my mother.

This should have been the point at which I found the button to switch off my sex drive. This was a woman of great repute in our social circle — a good friend of my fathers for nearly 30 years, the father of my ex, calling my mother to, essentially, ask her if I could stay over. Calling me a little girl, and telling me I’m not a grown woman. So, so many of my relationships, I’ve been the grown, the dominant, the leader, it's part of my identity at this point. I should have been doused in cold water, never to return, put in my place as a kid, in her eyes. No snowball’s chance in hell.

But I was watching her mouth move. She was born to be a woman, you know, she did it so much better than any other girl I’d kissed. I looked at her like she hung the sky, and maybe she started to notice where my eyes were, or the glazed over look on my face, and maybe she thought I was being a horny damaged deranged dyke about it all, or maybe she thought I was tired, but I still felt like she started moving her mouth a little more for me. Just a little more. I got self-conscious. I wondered if people could see how wet I’d gotten in the last 5 minutes. It felt like it was everywhere. I cannot tell you all the things I wanted to do to that mouth. What I wanted to show her. She started to end the call and all I could think about was sharing dishwashing duties with her, kissing her on the couch I once made out with her son on, becoming his mother-in-law.

——————

The house seemed bigger than I remembered — she’d cleared a lot of the clutter, the place looked so much cleaner and roomier than it was before. Sparse, almost. As if one day she’d just chucked everything and started over. There were still familiar things on the wall — framed vintage movie posters and the DVD rack was basically untouched. She’d upgraded the TV. She had some unfinished knitting on the coffee table, the windows that I’d never seen open were wide open, the breeze carrying her light floral perfume to me like some terrible invitation to sin.

She leaned against the wall with her hand, her fingers splayed, just the way she used to. Other hand on her hip, giving instructions.

“— and his room, you remember where it is? You’ll stay there until you find a place.”

“The relatives leave on Tuesday, so I can move back—“

“No no, ida y vuelta, no, and your mother has enough to deal with, no, you’re staying here.”

“Ms Flores, honestly, it’s no problem—”

“eets noh problehm, venga ya, you’re staying” she grabbed my backpack and started going upstairs, “sígueme.”  She spoke matter-of-factly. Like I was a kid. Like I was still her kid that was going to marry her son one day.

Walking into his room wasn’t half as bad as I thought it would be. None of his stuff was here, long gone, by the look of it. She set my bag down and started unzipping it.

“NO, hold on, Ms Flores, I’m—“

“No more Mees Fuh-lohr-reas, Claudia, my name is—“

“Claudia, please, I’ll unpack it” I stopped short of grabbing the bag from her, 

“no seas—“ 

I knew the moment she found it.

She shut the bag and looked up at the ceiling, then closed her eyes, as if to forget she’d ever seen it.

“Sorry. I’m sorry, I’ll—“ 

I went to grab my bag and she pulled it away from my reach, looking back down at me accusingly, an odd, sinister look in her eye.

“Oh So you meant everything is in this bag, verdad?” She sounded scandalised. As if she might kick me out of her house as quickly as she’d invited me in. I felt dirty, and sick.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to see that. It’s. I’m sorry.”

“Who taught you to have one of these?”

“Taught me?”

“Mhm.”

Something odd was stirring in my stomach, like a premonition. Her face said I had fucked up, offended the sensibilities of a lady. Her eyes said otherwise.

“No-one taught me, I just…practiced.”

“¿con quién, Practice?”

“I don’t think—“

“You bring one of these into my house, under my roof, you answer my questions. Contéstame.”

Oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck —the way she said it, I just knew. 

I don’t know how I knew. We were both acting as if we were being watched, and there was no-one around this time of day, and still, and still, I knew where this was going. Maybe not now, maybe not today, but soon. 

She was going to let me sleep with her. And it was going to fuck me up for any other woman.

“Hookups, mostly. My first real girlfriend was the supermodel, but I’d had other, um, experiences. I’m not— I know how to use it, the sex wasn’t the issue, I mean, well, ok the sex was the issue but it wasn’t me being bad, it was actually, not to brag, it was actually too good. She was only with me because…she only wanted me for the sex, so. I can use it, like, I’ve done a lot of practice”

“So. You practiced with lesbians.”

“Yes.”

“That’s your only practice?”

“Yes.”

“Did they teach you how to wash it?”

“No, but I looked it up online.” My face was turning red, thank god she couldn’t tell, or maybe she could — she could see through time if she wanted. I felt her seeing right through me.

“This supermodel puta, she only wanted you for…this?”

“I mean. At the end of the day. Yes.”

“Qué quieres decir, ‘at the end of the day’?”

“She… It’s hard to explain.” Some stupid hot tears started burning at the corners of my eyes. I felt like a kid, again, trying to explain to an adult that I’d been set up, I didn’t do it, they did it, but they ran away and left me here to explain it.

Claudia set down my backpack, she walked up to me, she tiled my head up to look her in the eye.

“She was ugly, she’s entitled, and she’s rude. Lo sé. You were dating down, you’ve always dated down, Eres demasiado insecure para elegir al amante adecuado. You’ve always been like this, and I had to drag my son to come and apologise, and he’ll never apologise enough. Whatever she said, she’s wrong, and you don’t listen to ugly women like that anymore, entiendes?” 

Shewas gently shaking my chin as she spoke, as if to better get the words to fit in my brain. I was looking into her eyes this time. The warmth in my hips returned and I tried to keep it cool, but I watched her eyes quickly dart to my lips, and even with the ghost of my tears in my eyes, I wanted to speed it all up, lean in and kiss her.

When you’re told you’re good for nothing but mind-blowing sex, and then you find yourself in front of a woman you wish to conquer, to ravish, to tear apart with your teeth — sometimes your flaws become virtues, and you get a little cocky.

But she beat me to it, the soft pad of her thumb brushing over my lower lip, her eyes locked on mine. She had eyeliner on, it was subtle but it was there, and it occurred to me I’d never kissed anyone with a beard before. I wanted to feel it against my face. I bet money on it being soft too. She looked like she’d be soft everywhere.

“niña. Who made you like this?”

I fell cold at that. 

I pulled away. Like I’d finally been called a creep. Like I’d been asking for something forbidden, like I was being chastised. Like she’d been wondering why her son cheated on me, and now she had her answer.

I could have thrown up.

“I’m fine. What do you mean? What do you mean by that?” I couldn’t find enough air to fill my lungs

She got angry, “I mean, who made you like this? Was it my son? Hijo de p-“

“I’m not like this because of your son, this is just who I am. There’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Niña, no-ones just like this. It comes from something, someone hurt you—“

“What, so if your son hadn’t cheated on me, I’d be straight?”

She looked offended, then furious.

“Cómo te atreves, I invite you into my house, I put a roof over your head and you think I would say anything like that? Eh? Como tu padre? Really?”

“Well if you didn’t mean that, then what did you mean?!” I was almost at the point of screaming. This was so unlike me. This was…I hadn’t been this reactive in years. I hadn’t cared this much, frankly.

She sighed, looked at me dead in my eyes, “You do not. Raise your voice at me. In my house.”

I leaned in and kissed her.

Before I could moderate it, pace it somehow, I already had my arms wrapped around her shoulders, the apex of my jeans up against her thigh. She reacted in kind, hooking my thigh up onto her hip, cradling my head. She let out the most sinful sound into my mouth and I fucking ate it. I kept pressure between us in both places, hoping I could tell her without words everything I’d been thinking for hours. This was so unlike me. This was exactly what Christine said she loved me for. I was proving her right.

But I couldn’t stop myself. Her thigh was warm underneath me, her shoulders too, and I felt her hands grab across my waist like she might never let go. I thought I’d won.

She robbed me of the feeling of her lipstick way too fast. I couldn’t take my eyes off of where I’d just been, looking at the pink shade caught in the wisps of her facial hair.

She held me back by my shoulders again, but her leg didn’t move from between mine. Instead, she tilted her hips, slightly, away from me. Eventually, after she’d got a good look at me, no doubt with feral and lascivious intentions sparking from my eyes, she leaned her forehead against mine. If I’d been a little more out of it, I would have licked the lipstick off her.

“Greedy. niña codiciosa. We haven’t talked yet. Let’s talk. We need to talk.”

——————

She made me dinner, a lot of dinner, and showed me what chores she’d need me to do, but we were mostly quiet, the weight of the conversation we needed to have sitting between us.

Something in me wanted to be progressive and quick about it — “I don’t care what you have in your pants” or, “I don’t care that you kind of raised me” or, “I don’t care that I fucked your son and now I want to fuck you”.

niña codiciosa.

She was nothing like her son. In the obvious ways, sure, she was a woman, but also, she held herself with a confidence he’d never achieve. Even before. Even in the depths of her despair, post divorce, she had pride. A soft, kind pride. A pride that had standards, and decorum, and put her best into things. I got the distinct urge to match her, to be worthy, to give her things to prove myself. To be her project, or to make myself a project that would please her.

I wanted to please her so bad it made my head ache.

We were sitting on the couch with some rerun on the TV, the volume low, when she slowly, calmly, put her arm behind me on the couch. I made to turn, maybe a bit too eager.

“suave, mi niña. I don’t know how you fuck your whore supermodels, but I’m different.”

“I don’t see you as different.”

She chuckled, “lo sé, I’m talking about, I’m a lady, sí?”

I ducked my head, “Oh. Yes. Sorry. Yeah. Ok. Slowly.”

She lifted my head again, “OK first, “Sorry!” no màs. Second, llamarme, Claudia, say it for me”

I said her name back to her and she shook my chin gently again,

“Buena.” She observed me, her warm brown eyes looking into me, her arm caging me into my fate, and I realised I’d need to do laundry tomorrow morning, I was running out of underwear.

She inhaled, then, “So you’re a lesbian now?”

“Kind of.”

She gestured for me to go on.

“i mean, basically, yes.”

“No, dijo ‘kind of’, explain.”

“I don’t really…I still like…people who aren’t girls.”

“Even after mi hijo? You’re stronger than me.” she chuckled, “After I dated—…” She stopped in horror.

I gestured for her to go on. Her face got serious.

She was conflicted, but gave up quickly, “A la verga, did your father tell you?”

It took me a second. Like a timer going off in my head, when it rang, I gasped — not my proudest hour — and jumped off the couch.

“YOU DATED MY—…oh my god. This is really bad.”

I collapsed back down on the couch and she giggled, her hands covering her chest in mirth, “This is why we needed to talk!”

The next timer went off, “He. He cheated on you.”

“Cheated? No. But it wasn’t pretty. He was the last man I was with, you know, before I married.”

“After?”

She giggled again, “Not all of us sleep around all the time, niña, we have bills to pay.”

“That wasn’t an answer.”

She fell silent, looking at me, pulled me by my leg, gesturing to me to come closer.

I moved at her whim, tucking myself into her side. She was soft and warm and safe, and my hands itched to breach her t-shirt.

“No, no men since your father,” she brushed her nose against mine, “unless you have something to tell me.”

It was my turn to laugh, “It doesn’t creep you out?”

“It doesn’t creep you out?” She hit right back, her hand sliding up my thigh, warm and with good intention, without malice, soothing.

“No. You’re nothing like him.”

“...and you were never like your father. Never.” She let the words wash over me, twenty or so years of understanding sinking into me as she soothed my thigh.

“You watched me grow up, and we’re still going to do this?” I shuffled closer to her, bumping my lips into hers, my tacit approval, my threat.

“I raised you, niña. You shouldn’t have kissed me.”

I rested my head under hers, on her shoulder, and kissed at her neck, “I’d do it again.”

“Diablo, and I’d let you. ¿Qué sabes de cualquiera de estas cosas? You’re a kid. I should stop this.”

“Don’t. Please”

“Eres frágil, y esa perra te acaba de romper el corazón, niña, leave the old to die.”

“No.”

“The last boy you slept with was my son. Sí?”

“And?”

Her arm turned to stone around me, “It’s different.”

I lifted to look in her eyes, head to head, unafraid, undeterred, matched her with some of the fire she’d thrown at me, “Claudia. Say what you want to say.”

“It’s late.”

“Claudia.”

“We should—“

“Claudia, we can talk now or we can talk later but I swear to god, you’re gonna let me fuck eventually, let’s do this.”

“Nada de palabrotas en mi casa—“

“You swear all the time!”

“Because es mi casa—“

“Claudia, cariño—“

“Don’t call me that—“

“What do you want me to call you?”

For the first time, she looked at me scared, and I felt I saw something that night I wasn’t meant to see. So I just pretended not to see it.

“dime. I’ll call you anything. hablame.”

“You need more practice…at Spanish, I mean. Your accent, malo.”

“Claudia. talk. to. me.”

“No lo-… I haven’t. Since her. And since…this. So, slowly. Please.”

I closed my eyes, pressing our foreheads together, breathing her in, my hands not daring to move, “tell me what to do.”

With my eyes closed, all I could do was feel her steady heartbeat through her hand on my thigh, and her even breathing.

“You’re too young.”

“Mhm.”

“I’ve heard you sleep with my son.”

“Mhm,” I smiled, devious and terrible and awful, “how did I do?”

She couldn’t contain the scandalised gasp she let out, and then, “when did you get like this? You never liked him this much, you were never…”

“College.”

“Esas universitarias tienen mucho que responder. I like you like this. Your heart is open. Too open. But it’s good, you’re young, you make mistakes and you learn…”

“I’ve made my mistakes,” I look her in the eye, “this is me learning.”

I surge up to kiss her, the taste of dessert and the metal tang of her reapplied lipstick coating my lips. I try to kiss her in a way that convinces her she’s not making a mistake — with a lot of tongue. I straddle her lap, moving her hands to my hips.

She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes, turned doeish and innocent, somehow, as I took off my top.

“Besides, Which one of us has actually got laid in the last 6 months?”

“boca sucia—“

“Am I wrong?”

“Niña. It’s not the same. It’s different.”

I leaned over her, arms either side of her head, my tits almost in her face, “Tell me your worst fear, my love, let me eat it.”

“You’re being silly”

“Tell me. You think I’m scared of cock? I’m probably better with one than you are.”

She laughed so hard her head tipped back, looking right up at me, “Chica tonta, eres tonta.”

“Wait, What kind of girl am I?”

“Silly! You’re playing games! Hablo en serio.”

“I’m serious too. You wanna try?”

“It’s been too long.”

“Maybe you’re new to how lesbians have sex, but we don’t care what happens as long as someone cums”

“Ah, esto viniendo de la niña ‘kind of a lesbian’”

“Someone should initiate you after being celibate so long. You’re practically a virgin…oh god,” I rested my head into her shoulder, grinding into her lap, gasping “oh god, Claudia, please let me have you”

I felt her clam up as I connected us there, unable to keep myself from letting out the most depraved sound heard on earth. Perhaps she hadn’t felt something like that in a long time.

Perhaps thats why she didn’t stop me. 

Her hands, hesitantly, gently, guiding me to do it again. Her eyes squeezed shut, neck tensed, waiting for every mark I could give it. 

My clit throbbed under my jeans each pass I made, clenching almost painfully as I moved against her. She still couldn’t look at me, but every time she thought I’d stop, her hands held me tighter.

Suddenly, she stopped me, pulling my core firmly against hers. I lay against her soft chest and heard her heart beat terribly fast. I tucked into her shoulder and took in deep breaths of her perfume, her sweat, her heat. I felt her twitch underneath me. She froze.

“I don’t know what to do with it. What to call it. I wish it just…It isn’t like it was…lo siento”

“You’re just as bad as everyone else. I tell you I’ve slept with girls, you assume they all had a pussy."

I propped myself back up, speaking into her shocked lips, "But I do think pretty much all of them wanted me to see all this,” I gestured crudely below, “as just a pussy in a different format, which it basically is.”

She frowned, “You never told me”

“You never asked, and what’s the difference?”

“You know what the difference is.”

I ground down onto her again, my mouth hanging open, catching the top of her against my own clit, sending fire up my spine, pulling the most beautiful sound from her, and once I caught my breath, “Tell me. What’s the difference?”

She looked at me like I was the devil, come to corrupt her and take her to hell. But her body relaxed, her skin flushed, her hands squeezed my hips again.

“Claudia. You feel this,” I ground down onto the top of her clit again, as she found it hard to breathe, “tell me you feel this. Say it.”

“Yes”

“You want to try and tell me I don’t feel the same way?”

“No.”

“OK. So as far as I’m concerned, we’re the same. I want you and I want all of you, whatever way feels good. Follow,” I ground down again, “the feeling, fuck. I know it won't feel the same as before...wait, how long have you been on E?”

She seemed bashful but answered anyway, the little ingenue under my hand, “not long”

“Most of it will be the same then. But when I do this to you,” I rocked down again, “doesn’t that feel like what you imagine it feels like here?” I guided her hands down my pants like the pervert I always knew I was, and guided her to my clit, “Right? It’s the same, right?”

She nodded, spacing out underneath me, pressing her fingers against me as I kept the pressure on her clit. I gasped out, smiling “Can I call it your pussy or would I be going too far?”

She smiled, under hooded eyes, looking at me from where her head rested on the couch, a little delirious, her hair like a halo around her face, the errant curls falling into her eyes, “you keep moving, niña, llámalo como quieras”

I stopped, leaning over her, my lips brushing hers, my final apple to eve, her eyes glazed over as she looked at me “you know, I’m good at all of it…Claudia…tell me you’ll let me eat you out. Please.”

She looked hesitant, but still out of it. Her fingers gently caressed my pussy, up and down, up and down, as if she were soothing herself with a familiar touch. She reached up to kiss me.

She whispered into my lips, “Ha pasado demasiado tiempo. No puedo.”

“Is that a no?”

She shook her head, “It’s not a no.”

“Then…”

She kept dragging her fingers through my wetness, making it hard to think. My chest brushed up against hers and I got so dizzy with arousal I thought I might black out.

“You’re just a kid.”

“Let me. Please. Please, Claudia.”

“I like it when you beg” she smiled back up at me, took her fingers out from my underwear and tasted me, closing her eyes like I was pure chocolate.

“Claudia, if it’s not a no…”

She took her fingers out of her mouth, eyes still closed, relaxing into the sofa more, “I could fall asleep here.”

“Claudia…”

“You know…I would have a dream when I was young…I was pretending to be asleep, and someone would crawl in through my window and touch me…”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I rocked into her again, capturing that sweet sweet conscious sound before this little game began. 

“…and I’d wake up, and I was sticky. When the other boys talked about…those dreams…it was crushes naked, or sex with their crush, pensé que estaba loco…” her shoulders sank further, “why couldn’t I see their face? Why didn’t I want to be awake, to fuck them, o algo— why did I have to pretend to be asleep? My friend…said I was shy…”

I slowly, gently, deviously, predatorily, got on the floor, unbuttoned the top of her jeans. I brushed her stomach, gently, and watched it clench for me. Watched her shiver for me.

“I was shy. I didn’t fuck anyone until college. I was reckless in college, that was when I was wearing the makeup and the trench coats and drawing the sigils. None of it made any sense. None of it. Everyone was comfortable except me.”

I slowly dragged her jeans down her legs, only some of the way, so as not to ‘wake’ her. She was wearing the cutest pink silky underwear, with a white bow just under her belly button — the outline of her insistent through them, a little wet spot on the left. A little shiver as I touched her, ever so gently.

“Era tímido, es todo, "scared of sex". I told no-one but him, that friend. I lost my virginity to a stranger at a gay bar, three weeks into college, muy peligroso, but I wanted it done. It was just a blowjob, lo que podía hacer.”

I slowly, carefully, pulled down her underwear, her warmth hitting the cooler air of the room. I held her, softly, to try and keep her warm. Comfortable.

“So I tell everyone I’m not a virgin,” she continues, eyes closed, pretending she’s asleep,”until I believe it so much, Me meto en la cama con mi novia, se me olvida que nunca he follado antes, and I freak out. I tell her everything. She changes her mind. We break up the next week.”

I explore her, reminding myself how my friends with extra benefits liked to be touched, and desperately trying to remember what I read in the dyke rite of passage zine ‘fucking trans women’, and, god help me, trying to remember how her son liked it. Somewhere in that mess, I get her to gasp. It’s heavenly. Her hips shift subconsciously.

“Keep telling your story, Claudia, that can’t be how it ends, right?” I lean into her, closer, ready to try and get those screams I’ve been hearing in my head since the coffee shop.

She shifts again, and then, “I date your father next.”

At that, I lick at her clit, lightly at first, like I know feels good, and then deeply, digging into her soul for my reward.

Her hips lift off the couch at first, letting out a weak breath, fighting toward and too sensitive away from my ministrations. Her fingers grip against the cushions, and I never heard true music until she moaned for me. She sounded hesitant, and scared, and despite it, turned on, and needy, and something mean flashed in my chest, something that felt like keeping her all to myself.

I lick up the length of her, then, “finish your story, Claudia.”

Her hand comes to rest on the back of my head, one still restrained leg just over my shoulder — pressing herself against my mouth, like a gold star lesbian, if I ever saw one.

“Your father was awful, and I should have never let him fuck me.” She pressed me into her, harder, smearing her salty wetness over my nose and mouth as I sloppily made out with her, warm, yielding, “Are you going to fuck me like he did, and leave me?”, her hand, still on my head, almost painful - I touch my thighs together, big mistake, I moan into her, she shivers, “no contestes.”, and then she feeds herself down my throat.

Home. It felt like finally being home.

She was softer than what I was used to, and likely softer than she usually was, but I held her in my mouth like a promise. I’m not my father. My father was a bastard, still is, I’ll be yours. I’ll be your consolation prize, you’ll be mine, I’ll make up for him, you’ll make up for your son, I can give you things a man could never dream of. I made her feel every one of those words with my throat. Her eyes were still closed, or I would have told her with my eyes too.

She held me down all the way to the base, and it felt right, and I missed the feel of something like her deep inside my pussy, I clenched hard, as if to say I needed her there too, somehow, if she’d take me, however she wanted. I wanted her to choke me with her hands the way she was choking me onto her. I wanted her to grab my hair like this, but from behind, while she made my whole pussy numb with impact. I needed her violently. I needed her to destroy me and put me back together in a way that would make sense again. I needed her to love me for this, and make me better.

She held me there until I choked, and pulled me up. Her eyes were still closed. Once I caught my breath, I went back in, I wished I’d never have to breathe again, I wanted to hold her there until she came for me. There felt like nothing would be any better than having a part of her inside me. Girls told stories of swallowing cum and their straight hair turning curly like their partners. I wanted my hair to look like hers. I wanted to be perfect like her. However much it took, I’d drink it.

My pussy throbbed with neglect, I opened my legs to make the feeling more intense, brushed my chest against the couch, her upper thighs, thinking, I could come like this.

I wanted to come with her.

I lifted off, coughed, breathed, then, “Baby, if I give you a blowjob, will it feel weird?”

She moaned in her sleep, “nuh-uh”

I pulled every dumb slutty trick in the book out to get her to come in my mouth — she let out small, hiccupy gasps, small and innocent, floating in the air above me, like she was too sensitive for it all, and finally, I focused on what I knew, keeping her clit in my mouth and sucking, groping her sensitive thighs, pressing on her stomach, and just as her breathing changed, I pressed her legs together, brushing my chest up against her thighs, pressing those nerve endings in her together, and we came together, her cum dripping out and filling my mouth, almost too quick to swallow down, so much of her, as if it had all been waiting for me, and my panties ruined. 

I lifted one of her jean legs up a bit on her thigh, straddling it, riding the final sensation, gently stroking her as she went soft, her chest rapidly rising and falling, her skin glowing bronze with exertion, the final drops of her spend drooling down her stomach. I grabbed those last drops too. 

Her hand came to rest on my hip. Her eyes were still closed.

“Es tarde.”

I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

“This isn’t over, baby. I’m not leaving.”

“Así que te divertiste”

“I’m not done. You married a woman once, you may again.”

“Para!”

“I’m not my dad. I don’t want anyone else.”

“Stop it—“

“I want all of you”

“You’re a kid.”

“So you fuck kids now?”

She opened her eyes, angry.

“Exactly. Didn’t think so. Who were you pretending I was?”

She looked down, pulling up her jeans, “I wasn’t pretending you were anyone.”

I went to move away, “You want me to leave?”

She grabbed me like I was a wildcat, and pulled me down to lie on the couch next to her.

Home. It felt like home.

She brushed some stray strands of hair out of my face, cradled my head with her warm, clammy hands and kissed me. Like a kiss I’d never had before. Like I was in a brand new world, where I belonged somewhere, and that place was beautiful, and that meant something about me.

She mumbled against my cheek, “I don’t want you to leave. I want you to be patient, vale?”

“Yes”

“You’re used to being the boss?”

I tucked my face into her shoulder, “yes”

“Not with me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Claudia.”

“Yes, Claudia.” I kissed her neck, then the delicate patch in her beard, then, “what else can I call you?”

“Nothing else. Claudia. That’s my name.”

“Nothing else?”

“Slow, niña.”

“Yes, mami.”

“Cuidado.”

“Yes, Claudia.”

She stroked my hair a little bit, her breathing lulling me to sleep.

I drifted into a beautiful dream. A girl I had a crush on in college slammed me up against the dorm wall, seductively pulled off my pants, took her time warming me up, swirling against my clit, her warm fingers digging into the walls of me, not quite enough. So slow, so slow that I couldn’t even tell I was about to have the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life. She hadn’t shaved that morning, her stubble soft against my tenderised skin, I was somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be, she was taking advantage of me, and I let her, slowly, slowly, until the base my spine ignited and I thought it might snap.

When I woke up, I was already coming, drenched in sweat, my skin sliding on the vinyl couch cushion covers as I bucked up into Claudia’s mouth, trying not to bend so hard I ended up putting my back out. Trying not to pull her hair to the point of pain, shouting into the dark room in exquisite agony like I’d been shot, and it went on forever and ever, and somewhere in there I thanked the god I promised myself I didn’t believe in, and swore I’d be a nuisance in this woman’s life until one of us died or she got a restraining order. Somewhere in there, that mean feeling spiked in my chest again, and I’d never hated my father more, but I’d never been more grateful, because now she’s mine and he fucked his chance at meeting with fucking god.

And when I caught my breath and she kissed me, I clawed at her shoulders to stay, to lie on top of me and make me feel every part of her against me, and she did, and it was perfect, and I felt held, and I held her. 

And she was fucking mine.

#mama flores #mama flores x reader #mama flores x oc

[lemonxdaisybby]

Now sure if you write for male or trans reader, but could i request maybe kiryu and ichiban with an s/o that transitioned (ftm) whilst they were in prison? I'm not sure what else, I'd just like to see these two with a trans partner 🙏

Of course feel free to ignore this if you don't write for that though, I don't mind.

Hello - thank you for your request. This is my first time writing for a trans reader/partner, so I hope this is okay 💕

Also context, these are written from the view that reader was unable to visit Kiryu/Ichi during prison, for whatever reason.

Kiryu:

During his prison time, Kiryu probably wrote to you fairly often. He’s more on the traditional side of things, so when he first received a new letter from you opening up about your transition or plans to transition, he would have been taken aback. Not in a negative way, but he wouldn’t completely understand straight away, and might be a bit confused. However, once he’s read the letter a few times, it would sort of register in his brain, and from that point he would be completely open and accepting.

Kiryu is more focused on who you are as a person, and doesn’t care about gender. He loves you for your heart and your soul, and who you are on the inside.

During his time in prison, his letters to you wouldn’t really mention the transition once you’ve told him, as he wouldn’t see it as a big deal in general. He’d just accept it right away, and you’d just feel so comfortable being yourself when writing to Kiryu.

When he first meets you again after his release from prison, he would be typical Kiryu, in that he’s not gonna smile much or be overly romantic, but his eyes would just be shining with so much happiness. He’d pull you in to a tight embrace, and tell you how pleased he is to finally see you again.

Things in the relationship would feel no different. It’s as if he didn’t go to prison, and as if you didn’t recently transition, and you’ve been this way for the entire relationship. Everything would just fall in to place, and in to a comfortable, loving routine.

If anyone ever tries to be rude to you, or transphobic, Kiryu is there to support you. He’d be at your side instantly, giving them the ultimate Kiryu glare. If they’re smart, they’ll apologise and leave swiftly. He’s gonna have your back no matter what, and is always there to lend an ear or reassure you, if need be.

Ichiban:

First of all, Ichiban likes who he likes. He’s so pure-hearted and wholesome, you just know he’s going to be such a supportive partner.

It’s also likely that he kept in touch with you whilst in prison, and wrote to you as often as he could. Initially, he would have been shocked when you informed him of your transition or plans to transition, but a few moments later once the news has settled in, he will be so happy for you. He’s your biggest supporter.

He would maybe be a little nervous that things between the two of you will change. He might be worried that perhaps you’ll want to start an entirely new chapter in your life, and possibly move on? After all, he’s stuck in prison, he’d feel pretty useless, and would be sad about not being able to be by your side during a big change in your life.

Upon being released from prison, Ichi would be so giddy. He’d be excited to see you again, but also nervous, because it’s been so long, and so much has changed.

As soon as you approach him, all of his nervousness is going to disappear as he locks eyes with you. He’d just have the biggest, dumbest grin on his face, and would wrap you up into a big hug. He would blush so hard the first time you kiss him after his release, because of how long it has been since he last kissed you. He’d almost forgotten just how amazing it feels to kiss you.

Ichi is a curious guy, so expect a lot of questions regarding your transition. It would be more so he can understand and support you better, and he would want you to feel comfortable with him. Of course, if there’s things you would rather not talk about, that’s completely fine too.

#ryu ga gotoku #yakuza like a dragon #yakuza 7 headcanons #yakuza like a dragon headcanons #yakuza headcanons #kazuma kiryu #kiryu kazuma #ichiban kasuga #ichiban kasuga x reader #Kiryu kazuma x reader

[boozles]

10 QL Characters I Desire Carnally

Okay, I wasn't exactly tagged, but a bunch of you have said you weren't tagging anyone and just to do it if we wanted, and I want to XD Also, shout out to @firstkanaphans because everyone else is doing BL and she did QL, so I'm kinda copying her ;)

I apologise for being horny on main

Numbers are just for organisation, this isn't ranked

Mollie (The Warp Effect) This was my introduction to Silvy, and honestly, I haven't been the same since.

Kuafah (Star and Sky: Sky in your Heart) Listen, I know this show sucked, but it was my introduction to my husband Mek and you do not even want to know the things I would do to this man. The fact Fah is a bit of a wild party boy but also a responsible doctor just does something for me, okay?!

Prapai (Love in the Air) I know I'm not alone in this, right? Like, we know he fucks. We know he fucks good.

Top (Only Friends) Listen, I am a Top defender. He is my precious boy that was so poorly misunderstood and mistreated. He also knows exactly what he is doing in the bedroom and I support that.

Ai Di (Kiseki: Dear to Me) This is a weird one for me because I find Ai Di's personality really relatable, but I am a sucker for a little hot head with bleached hair (see also: Mollie from The Warp Effect). Throw in the fact we know he'd love some BDSM, and he is a ride an a half.

Nim (The Warp Effect) I love Jan in general, I've had a crush on her since Tonhon Chonlatee, but Nim is just another little hothead that I just...ooft. She's a boxer. Of course I'm gonna want her.

Ken (KinnPorsche) The funny thing about this is I don't even like KinnPorsche. (Okay, that's a lie, I hate the way the fandom behaved and I REALLY despised the whole VegasPete thing, which more or less put me off the show.) However, this was probably the genesis of my crush on Perth. The swim race? *dies*

Uncle Jim (Moonlight Chicken) You know, I'd never overly fancied Earth until Moonlight Chicken. He's so handsome, but not my type right, but then Uncle Jim dropped and something just happened to me.

Oh-Aew (I Told Sunset About You/I Promised You The Moon) This is another odd one for me, and also a new one. I don't know how to explain this completely. He's just so beautiful, and the sleeping dom inside me has feelings.

Barry (Oh, Mando!) (Do you know how hard it was to find this gif? It's all RWRB that comes up when you Google Alex Diaz >.<) I loved how complicated Barry's character was in OM and come on, Alex is to die for.

No tags, but feel free to take part!

#i feel like i've started to out some of my kinks #and i'm sorry but not sorry #top ten meme #actor #force jiratchapong #alex diaz #pp krit #jan ployshompoo #silvy pavida #earth pirapat #fort thitipong #perth nakhun #louis chiang #mek jirakit

[leosagi-thinker]

twt mutual asked how i think leosagi got together in canon so here

i like to think that the pining is mutual but they’re both just idiots.

leo’s confidence and general flare, while putting usagi a little bit in awe, comes off as asshole-ish when they first meet so their personalities clash abit and it kickstarts this kind of rivalry (cuz yk the tortoise and the hare).

plot situations keep bringing them together and they realise how much fun it is to be around the other and how they understand each other on surprisingly deep level.

leo finds usagi cute and endearing cause despite how airheaded he can be, he also acts like he came straight out of a shounen manga.

leo realises how much he likes his heart and that’s when he truly falls.

when leo does sorta apologise cuz hes genuinely interested in becoming closer with the guy, usagi realises 1) leo has sweet side 2) wait he kinda liked the teasing and thats when he starts falling.

teasing is just leos love language and hes fully aware of how in denial hes acting abt his feelings but hes scared to confess bc regardless of whether usagi thinks hes a jerk at first, he also lets slip how cool he thinks leo is and the last thing leo wants is to look like a desperate loser (when ur low self esteem stops u from getting bitches smh).

he definitely tries the ‘pretending he doesn’t really care cool guy’ routine but it has no effect on usagi’s oblivious ass bc leo treats ALL of his loved ones with teasing, being overly physically affectionate and every nickname under the sun.

which is also funny considering there is also a tiny voice in the back of usagi’s head going ‘this guy is so great, why would he even like you ?’.

leo realises he has to stop being a coward and start making more open, ‘i like you’ gestures and that’s when they get closer.

although they definitely confess in the most dramatic, plot driven way

#rottmnt #leosagi #samurai rabbit: the usagi chronicles #srtuc

[sleepingdeath-light]

fem s/o with nerve damage in her thigh hcs ; royal margarine cookie

requested by ; pure-vanilla-lilies (08/09/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; royal margarine cookie

outline ; “Can I have a Royal Margarine Cookie x Fem! Reader Headcanons. Where the reader has nerve damage in her thigh and sometimes has trouble walking & Royal Margarine is there with the reader. If it confuses you, free skip or delete this :)”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

for all of his bravado and cockiness, royal margarine cookie is actually an incredibly loving and attentive partner — meaning that he’s always happy to help you if ever you need it (even if, at times, he can overstep and go a bit far with all of his fretting and care — which, if pointed out to him, will lead to him getting rather embarrassed, apologising and leaving you be for a bit whilst he gets over himself)

he’s incredibly mindful of your condition and whenever you’re out and about together, even if you’re generally fine with walking, he makes a point to bring along a mobility aid for you just in case you get a flare up — after all, as much as he’s a fan of the ‘damsel in distress’ + ‘knight in shining armour’ ideal he wants you to be able to be independent with your pain and to not be forced to rely on him for help with walking

he’d also help you find an aid that fits your aesthetic rather than something that’s only functional — whether that’s a brace, crutches, a cane or even a wheelchair, rest assured he’ll make sure you have only the best

if you have a particularly bad flare up of pain then you can guarantee he’ll be spending the day tending to your every need (in typical overly dramatic fashion, of course) — rushing into the town square for pain relief, food, drink, or anything else you could want/need declaring that ‘[his] lady needs it’ before he hurries home to you and spends the day cuddling and caring for you (with his loyal butter wyvern never leaving your side, as they love you just as much as he does)

he’s the first to catch you if you start to stumble or fall, even making a corny joke/pick up line about you ‘falling for him’ if the mood is light enough, but he never makes a big deal of it (not unless you’ve hurt yourself in the process of falling, that is, but that attitude to injury is typical of royal margarine cookie so you’re more than used to it by now)

whenever someone starts to try and mess with you or degrade you for your condition, you can guarantee that your boyfriend will become much more protective over you — of course he knows that you’re capable of fighting your own battles, but there are times where he just can’t help himself but step up and humiliate the living hell out of anyone who mistreats you (as is his self proclaimed ‘duty’ as your partner)

#sleepingdeath #female reader #fluff #fluff hcs #crk fluff #crk x reader #cookie run fluff #cookie run x reader #royal margarine cookie fluff #royal margarine cookie x reader

[finniestoncrane]

I'm here for a blind date

Im so sorry for the late request 😭

I've lost track of the days and time.

I'm a 26 year old man, Gay, and I work as a mailman, tying to save up for college. I'm 5'8, wear glasses, brownish red shaggy hair, some stubble.

I'm very anxious, people pleaser, clumsy, kinda dense ngl. Someone can tell me something and it's not guaranteed to get through my brain. I'm not too smart lmao. I'm nice, generally willing to help anyone. I consider myself a hardworking, picking up slack, I don't leave things half-assed.

I do have some issues with trust, I'm generally overly cautious approaching any relationship. Whether it be platonic or romantic.

I like collecting pins, tinkering with things, birds, photography, comics, gardening, and interior design to an extent.

Congrats on 1.5k!

-🦦

💜 blind date 💜 the kitchen is now closed! 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block) a/n: is it normal to get jealous of you for a date i wrote? no? ok then💚

"Oh great! Hi! Welcome to the Vill-Inn. I'm so glad you're here and not at all annoyed because if you hadn't showed up I was going to steal your seat! Enjoy your meal, I guess."

A strange welcome, but when you get to your table, you realise why the wait staff might have been planning on swooping in and stealing your date. Sitting across from you is a mass of hulking muscles attached to a stoney, but handsome, face.

"I am... well, most people call me Bane."

He offers you his hand and you take it, surprised by how gentle the hold is, though it's clear he's making a very conscious effort to withhold his strength. Bane seems shy, and really self-conscious, and you suppose you would too if you were bigger and taller than everyone around you. But he is polite, and surprisingly sweet.

The first thing he says to you, beyond introductions, is how much he likes your glasses. It's clear that he's been thinking of a compliment that isn't invasive, or that could backfire. You can tell how anxious he is, being very anxious yourself, so you try and ease up the tension, saying thank you, apologising for being a bit awkward, giving the whole 'I'm very anxious' spiel.

"Oh. That's... me too. I suppose we can be anxious together, si?"

Bane asks how you ended up on a blind date, and you explain that you felt like meeting someone new. You usually find it difficult, given that you're quite cautious and have trust issues, but that you figured it couldn't do you any harm. And this seems to resonate with him.

"I don't have many friends, or other relationships. Trust is a difficult thing to come by."

As he opens up, you realise you both have a lot more in common than you even could have realised. Both clumsy, although for Bane it comes with his size and strength, both a little bit lacking in the self-confidence department when it comes to intelligence. And you can see him breaking into a small smile when you tell him that you hate half-assing anything.

"I can be relentless too. Although... I mean, I won't push you for a second date... unless you want to... have one?"

You definitely do, and you're even more excited when he asks if you'll go bird-watching with him. That way, you can show off your photography skills. He might describe himself as dense, but he's picked up on everything you've said over the evening, unable to focus on anything but you. A very good sign.

#finnie writes #finnie1500

[truly-morgan]

[Shapeshifter AU, bunxian & pupcheng (w.i.p)]

ChengXian | Mo Dao Zu Shi Shapshifter AU 13-06-2021

[#chengxian, animal shapeshifter (or whatever you call them)]

I just wanna see young bunxian slowly getting used to pupcheng when he is brought to LP.

Like, little bunxian still has trauma from dog (shifter or "feral") and being in LP where most are either dog or wolf shifter is really hard.

jfm never shifts nor let his dog attributes out around him, which is why bunxian is more at ease with him at first. jyl is old enough to control it pretty well, does her best not to spook him but sometimes it happens. yzy doesn't really care, if she wants to let her ears and tail out she will and if she wants to go around in her large wolf body she won't stop herself from doing so.

Of course, pupcheng is as young as bunxian, so he cannot really control anything. He still shifts into a small pup when he's overly emotional and cannot hide his ear and tail (jfm did try to force him into doing it despite it not working, yzy ends up enraged).

The relationship doesn't start well between them. pupcheng is jealous that his father is giving so much attention to bunxian and even asks him the impossible for some random bunny.

bunxian on the other sides is just scared of canines and believes pupcheng hates him. Then the incident of pupcheng kick bunxian out of his room happen (he was just really jealous & angry). bunxian knows better than to argue with dog/wolf, so he just tries to find somewhere else to sleep (maybe jfm will be generous enough to find him a room he can use, even a closet is fine).

but pupcheng immediately regrets it and get really worried about the friendly-looking bunxian. He hadn't meant to be mean to him and he did not expect him to really wander around LP at night like this.

pupcheng get so anxious that he changes into his pup form and start looking for bunxian (his scent is actually pretty easy to pick one). he tries sneaking past some of the disciples doing their rounds of guards (many in their animal forms) and this is when he picked on some fear, worries sinking deeper in his little heart.

He finds bunxian blanket abandoned at a corner, but no bunxian in sight. after more research, he finds little bunxian hiding tightly under a cabinet, trembling in a little ball. He tried sneaking under, but it only resulted in bunxian letting out a little terrified scream, making him back away.

pupcheng then simply settles down away, laying sadly as he tries to calm down so he can bring bunxian back to *their* room. He really wants to apologise but simply cannot right now.

Now that he is reassured to have found bunxian he is able to shift back, not as worried When he does so, he kneels next to the cabinet, trying to coax bunxian to come back with him, saying he is sorry for what he did and said, he even has his blanket! blanket are comforting right?

eventually, bunxian does come out, but he won't let him touch him directly, clearly still scared. He simply carries him inside the blanket, sneaking back to the bedroom.

When he's there pupcheng is a bit scared because bunxian isn't moving (did he hold him too tightly?). but after checking he realise bunxian simply fell asleep (maybe being on edge all day because he's surrounded by dog/wolf shifter is tiring).

but bunxian bed is now empty of blankets and pillows, so he simply put the fluffy black bunny on his bed, laying down next to him (not without giving a safe distance not to roll on him).

But pupcheng cannot really go to sleep yet, so he just caresses between bunxian ears to help him calm down even in his sleep.

He really doesn't hate him, he actually quite like bunxian.

When jyl comes to wake them up the next morning (worried since someone said having seen bunxian running around LP in the night) she finds them sleeping in the same bed, pupcheng holding bunxian protectively against him now that he's back to his usual form.

she decides not to wake them up, finding this scene rather reassuring. She would rather them get along than have a scared/hate relationship.

bunxian is a bit spooked when he woke up first that morning (he did /not/ expect to be held like this!) but there is something strangely really reassuring in the way pupcheng is holding him and the way he carried him carefully and protectively last night as if scared to hurt him (what a new thing for him).

Sure, he is still a bit worried, but something feels okay like this and this is probably why bunxian hasn't started to panic yet.

In the following days, pupcheng took upon the task of making sure bunxian is protected from other cabin shifters and dogs.

If bunxian must stay, then he might as well also want him to stay (to his mother's annoyance) and protect him.

He will become the one wolf shifter bunxian isn't scared of.

(there will be more little snippets like this to come 🐰🐺)

[🐺❤️🐰 part 2: bunny protect]

What if bunxian and pupcheng keep growing closer, to the point they always take care of each other (pupcheng makes it his mission that nothing bad happens to bunxian). They want to make sure no one put the other down.

Anyone acting as if bunxian should only be a servant and nothing more? You better get ready for a barking pupcheng getting right back at you with whatever he might have heard about you, bunxian is /more/ than a servant and people should also respect him. and these occurrences are vaguely common, as most people usually say that behind bunxian back.

bunxian usually tries to reassure pupcheng when jfm doesn't give him the attention he deserves and the praises he should have.

If jfm won't give some praise, bunxian will do and prove to pupcheng that what he did was really great and he's not failing anyone, they will become great cultivators together! But then one-day pupcheng is already not having a very good day. He can't seem to get the new form he has learned, is upset that his mother keeps pushing while jfm just don't care.

Then one of the more petty disciples decides to call him a bad boy and weak because apparently pupcheng hurt him at some point (pupcheng really cannot remember), but also because he's already 7 and cannot control himself.

This is just the last straw for pupcheng that day and he just loses it, crying until he shifts into a small pup, making the other disciple laugh a bit, because this only proves his point.

But then you have a storming bunxian, looking angry as all hell storming towards them, placing himself in front of pupcheng to protect him. He heard from other disciples what was happening and caught the later part of it.

His trembling like a leaf because of the other dog shifter (and despite now not flinching with pupcheng, his wolf form still kicks in his instinct).

but this does not stop him from protecting pupcheng, no one gets to call him a /bad boy/.

"Chengcheng is a good boy and no one can say otherwise! He's strong and will become even stronger than slj and mdmy!! He'll be the strongest of the sect and you will regret ever telling this, and--"

and little bunxian does not stop, even when the other youngster looks angry, at his intervention ("how dare he be so insolent!"). But even as he shakes like a leaf, bunxian doesn't stop yelling at him, which ends up bringing attention to them. Some adult cultivator joins them to calm the situation, but bunxian is too angry to stop talking, ready to tell everyone that pupcheng is the best boy and he will also be the strongest!

It's only when the source of the problem is finally taken away that bunxian stops, crouching down at a safe distance from a pupcheng who is now calmed down and trying to shift back. He does yelp a bit when pupcheng suddenly come to him for a tight hug when he shifts back, not letting go of him as bunxian slowly calms his nerve too.

"Do you really think it?" pupcheng asks, "That I am the best of boy and will be the strongest?"

"Of course! I know chengcheng will be the strongest one! and he will never be a bad boy!" he says earnestly.

This makes pupcheng feel warm and happy. He has never heard anyone say with such certainty that he /will/ be the strongest and that he's the best of boys forever.

"Yes... I will be, and you will be by my side too!" he says, feeling like he always wanted bunxian by his side, "I will be strong to protect you!" he promises.

"Then I must get strong to protect you too," bunxian says with a laugh.

They can protect each other in the future. It feels as if as long as they have each other, everything will be alright.

pupcheng is really happy to know he will always have someone by his side who believes in him.

[🐺❤️🐰 part 3: pup wanna protect]

pupcheng has this strong want to protect bunxian because he feels like bunnies must be weak, right? He has this memory of following his mother on a hunt once and she hunted that rabbit so easily! So in his young mind, pupcheng couldn't stop worrying "What if someone bigger than bunxian attacks him? Won't he be overpowered?"

But his young and little mind didn't add that bunxian isn't actually a rabbit, he was also a cultivator who could very well fight (maybe lp being mostly populated by dog/wolf shifters and bunxian being afraid of them is the reason he never really thought about it. scared bunxian = could be hurt = need to protect).

So bunxian ends up mostly training with pupcheng or some guest disciple who aren't canine. People have picked on quickly that pupcheng protects his little friend and not many of the older ymj cultivators are actually allowed to help him train (which lead to jfm being the one doing it the most).

But as they grow, bunxian get a bit tired of that. He wants to fight too! He wants to show he can defend himself and not always have pupcheng around him to protect him! Then one-time bunxian gets in some trouble with some kid and he /fights/ (Of course, this was about shit-talking the /great/ heir of ymj sect).

pupcheng is so scared when he runs back to him, yet bunxian is standing winner as he yelled at the running kid. Bunxian was only about to laugh and say how weak they were, only to have pupcheng drag him to a safe spot, looking him over for injuries ("It's only a couple of scratches! I won't die chengcheng!").

It takes bunxian actually taking pupcheng on a fight seriously to prove he can do it (scaring bunxian by growling did slightly come to his mind, but pupcheng quickly pushed this away. He cannot betray the trust bunxian puts in him).

Slowly pupcheng understood that it wasn't because you weren't a "predator" that you couldn't be strong (or that said "predator" couldn't be weak as shit). It took time to take away this idea that had been implanted in his head by older cultivators (all from bigger animals obviously).

But pupcheng (which at this age would be wolfcheng) never missed saving his bunxian ass when he ended up in a tight spot (or someone was using his fear).

He often wants to scold him, but seeing bunxian cooperate with him now when he protects is good.

He knows bunxian isn't some fragile flower who cannot protect himself, but he will always have this little fear of him getting hurt when he's not watching (bunxian is good to get in trouble really). basically just pupcheng learning to not be overprotective, but also that bunnies shifter isn't weak (bunxian did kick his ass more than once).

(Omg I just realised, mdm yu hunted a real rabbit, not a shifter jqksmfjfi hopefully everyone understood it like that the first time, although am sure she would have no difficulty taking down a shifter either)

[🐺❤️🐰 part 4: bunny heat 😳]

What if bunxian hits his first heat rather early compared to everyone else. And he's so confused and scared when it's all happens. He feels hot and oversensitive, his sens all seem a bit too sharp.

But he's too embarrassed to ask jfm what this might be, assuming he might just be a bit sick and that it will pass.

But pupcheng doesn't like that. Suddenly bunxian won't let him near him? He will flinch away anytime he touches him?+

He ends up confronting him because he certain he somehow man him angry or scared and bunxian just won't tell him.

"I don't know okay!" bunxian suddenly snap after a while, looking a bit distressed, "I-I feel hot all over and everything is too much and and I am scared". pupcheng is surprised because it's rare for bunxian to snap like this or look distressed (it is usually with dog and he makes sure to protect him when it happens).

Then he thinks a bit more about what bunxian just told him, what has happened recently and then it hits him. was his shixiong in heat? It could explain why his scent seemed to have changed a bit lately. But wouldn't bunxian know about it.

But then he thought about it. No one here was bunny shifter, nor any adult was really close enough to bunxian to explain it (and he somehow doubts jfm talked about it with him).

so pupcheng tried explaining to him gently what it might be, although he wasn't sure how to help (or even if he /could/ help).

So he's about to go tell his parents, thinking they might know what he can do to make bunxian feel better.

but he's stopped by his shixiong before he can even get out of the room, bunxian looking nervous. "I-It's alright chengcheng, it will eventually pass right? I can deal with it, I don't need to bother uncle jiang with this".

so pupcheng sit down with him again, because he can't bring himself to go against what bunxian wants. He instead tries to make him feel more comfortable, tries to comfort him.

After two days the peak of it is passed and bunxian is back to being alright, thanking pupcheng for his help and not telling anyone else. Pupcheng heart soften at this, of course, he would do anything to make sure bunxian is alright, there no need to thank him. "Simply call for me next time you think you'll have your heat, I'll come to comfort you again" (he also plans to look for books and scroll about bunny shifter heat season so he knows how to help comfort bunxian better.).

(nsfw-ish)

after a couple of heat, pupcheng ends up being less of a passive presence and helps bunxian more physically (not without his permission obviously).

They learn how to pleasure each other and they are both slowly crossing the line from a shixiong/shidi relationship to... something more. But they don't mind it, they like it and they are comfortable with one another. Why would they want anyone else if they can be together?

So quickly pupcheng happily takes upon the takes of fulfilling bunxian needs in his heat, whether it being emotional or physical. even just laying down with him and doing nothing is good, as long as he can help.

they grow even closer yet no one seems to be able to know why.

[🐺❤️🐰 part 5: wolf heat 😳🤭]

so bunxian and pupcheng are already used to bunxian heat, but what when pupcheng finally hits his?

Sure, pupcheng also get more sensitive to thing, hot all over (and horny).

But he also gets angry more easily, much more territory and is possessive too.

pity to the poor lady in the market they were visiting on a night hunt when she started flirting with bunxian (and bunxian even started flirting back jokingly!). This did not please our pupcheng who pulled bunxian to him protectively, glaring at the poor feline shifter who did not expect to anger the young cultivator.

"ow, is chengcheng jealous that his bunny was flirting with someone else" bunxian jokes before his laughter stop when he saw how serious pupcheng seemed to be. he doesn't add more as he's dragged somewhere secluded, looking at pupcheng a bit confused. He trusts him, but he doesn't understand why they are here.

He yelps a bit when he's pushed against a wall and pupcheng suddenly start rubbing against him. "Jc, are you trying to scent me?" he asks with a little laugh, letting him do so if it can help him feel better.

bunxian laugh a bit more, circling his arms around pupcheng. "Don't be mad anymore chengcheng, I won't flirt with anyone else than you, you don't need to scent me like this"

"But others won't know not to approach you" pupcheng mumbles as he stops his takes, hiding in the crook of bunxian neck.

"Haa, what will I do with you" bunxian laughed in a fake exasperation, "what about I let you mark me as much as you would like once we get back to the inn tonight?".

bunxian doesn't have an answer, but he knows he got his attention on that, so he continues. "I mean, this time we share a room only the two of us, all I would need is a silencing talisman to make sure no one caught us".

"... let's do that" pupcheng answers, "And don't flirt with others anymore" he adds as he nibbles on bunxian neck. bunxian wants to remind him he cannot leave visible marks, but something in him really wants to let him do so (though he knows yzy would lose it if she knew what kind of relationship he has with her son.)

that night neither of them got much sleep, bunxian letting pupcheng claim as much as he wants, marking him until his heart was happy ("You cannot be anyone else" he is reminded more than once by an anxious pupcheng as if he would look elsewhere).

bunxian knows pupcheng scent must be stuck to him now (which he also likes), so he's not really surprised by the little glance other disciples are giving them ("they /do/ always stay together, it might be why" they hear whispered). bunxian can only throw an innocent smile towards mdm yu when she gives them a suspicious look.

She might be suspicious, but he's satisfied with last night and clearly pupcheng seems just as satisfied and pleased with his claim, so it seems worth the little suspicion.

[🐺❤️🐰 part 6: meeting friends 🐗🦌🦚]

Can't remember if they all meet for the first time at CR studies (rip my bad memory :'3), but here what if they met when they were younger?

They met boarsang by accident when pupcheng was trying to find somewhere fresh where they could stay while the adult were all having their boring meeting. Plus, bunxian was probably gonna overheat if they didn't found somewhere.

they accidentally find boarsang who was hiding from the head disciple because he doesn't want to train, instead drawing in a secluded section of UR.

Two lost bunny and pup find him and surprise him, since usually, guests stay closer to the guest area. Yet, he ends up befriending the two yunmeng kid (their robe are pretty telling) after a couple of minutes talking with them, both of them amazed by how well he can draw.

He takes them to an artificial pond closer to their living quarters, where they can all play in it. (It doesn't take long before pupcheng and bunxian are in the water).

They play in the refreshing water for hours, unknowing of all the adults worried because they cannot find the three kids anywhere (it takes nmj intuition to finally find them). They get scolded for scaring everyone like this, but honestly? They had too much of a good time to really mind it.

Next time they meet at another sect conference, these three are gone to do whatever around the place (& worrying the disciples that are supposed to look over them)

The first time they met stagji, was when gusu lan visited yunmeng jiang. stagji had gotten lost at the pier, losing sight of his older brother.

This is when bunxian found him.

And immediately started tormenting him playfully. pupcheng also eventually played in it a bit too (but not too much so he wouldn't be scolded later on).

stagji did seem to find it annoying, the two youth too noisy and energetic for what he is used for (LP is much more noisy and alive than CR in general actually).

But, stagji ended up following them around anyway as the two of them were trying to show him the "coolest places of lotus pier". He tried acting as tho he hated it, but really there was something in him that was pretty happy to have them being so friendly to him, he was not exactly used to people being this friendly to him from the get-go.

They even took him to the market on the pier, making him taste many of the specialities of yunmeng (poor little stagji was /not/ ready for all those spices).

They stay around the pier until late in the evening (nothing really unusual for pupcheng and bunxian) because they didn't see the time pass.

That is, until they got back to LP with a stagji who was starting to be a bit sleepy.

They were a bit intimidated by the tall lqr with his antlers, looking a bit annoyed that they took stagji out for so long without /at least/ letting him know (poor lxc was worried about his baby brother).

Though it didn't stop bunxian to be rather impressed by those antlers (little pupcheng got a bit jealous at that) and telling lqr what they did with stagji when he asked why they were out until so late.

"We just wanted to show him how fun lp can be" he said with a smile.

stagji even admitted having some fun (though it was loud enough only for lqr to hear, he wouldn't admit it aloud when he went for so long acting as though he didn't care). This did make lqr a bit less annoyed at that, since it was rare for him to see stagji having fun with other youngsters (though he wouldn't have minded it being someone less chaotic than bunxian).

when they meet again at the sect conference, bunxian take some good fun of bothering stagji and stagji always enjoy it secretly because he has the feeling of having some friend.

(doesn't stop him from hoping bunxian was a bit less loud and chaotic, but pupcheng would never allow on his watch someone trying to change how his bunxian act. He's perfect like this)

The first time they met with peaxuan was not as good as stagji and boarsang. They had already heard about jiejie needing to marry him and them both immediately went "Is that so 😠 who he".

Like, little peaxuan over there si too young to really want a marriage yet and here he is, force to hang out with pupyanli because his mother said so.

And pupcheng and bunxian don't like that attitude of his.

So they bother him. A lot. To them, he truly is a peacock (Ah! am funny) and doesn't deserve their great jiejie.

Then imagine them bothering peaxuan and listing all the good things pupyanli can do and he doesn't notice because he's a blind idiot. They try testing him, to show jfm that he isn't worth their jiejie time (but of course it's never works because this was 95% political marriage with guessing it might have love one day).

Of course, peaxuan only accepts these challenges because of pride, he cannot possibly let these two assume he cannot do [enter whatever was the challenge]. Little does he know that many of these a yunmeng specialities skills and he got absolutely destroyed by either of them when trying.

Then at some point in their teenage years peaxuan actually starts courting pupyanli correctly and then they both goes "Hold the fuck on, who said you could court her so freely hum? Are you enough for her"

and then they proceed to just test him over so many things, all thing peaxuan accept to do because he wants to prove he can be good for pupyanli, he really is! He finally saw what they meant and he wants to do good to her if they have to marry (and now he really want to marry her!!).

pupcheng and bunxian eventually have to tone it down because it makes jiejie sad that they cannot get along with peaxuan. they still challenge him, but more out of habit taken over the years and because it is their thing to compete over many things anyway.

eventually, they will be able to see peaxuan as family and friends, but for now, they are young and all stupid, so they are rival who want to protect jiejie.

[🐺❤️🐰part 7: first time]

From as far as they both can remember, they were each other first in pretty much everything.

They were each other first kiss, when their young mind got curious about how it felt. They kissed for the first time hidden in LP library, far from anyone else eyes.

It was quick and chaste, but they really liked it and didn't take long to try again. they giggled a lot, feeling as if they were doing something they shouldn't be doing, but that they really like to do.

Something in them was telling them jfm and yzy wouldn't like it if they knew, so they keep it a secret, stealing innocent little kisses when no one was looking.

They were also each other first person to pass heat with. They were too young to really do anything, but simply being with each other had been enough for a long time.

the first time bunxian had been rather happy that pupcheng stayed with him, trying to keep him comfortable and keep him company as he was feeling so bad.

When it was pupcheng turn, he was just as glad that bunxian stayed with him, keeping him close to him and burning his nose in the crook of his neck ("a-cheng it tickles when you do that" bunxian had told him when he did it the first time, not pushing him away either).

The first time they also sneakily look at an erotic book that had been sneaked to their room by boarsang once when they went to UR.

They both got really flustered at the illustration coming with the text, not expecting it to be /like that/. bunxian even playfully suggested that they imitate the position (while clothed!) and something in him might have awoken from being pinned down and held in place by pupcheng. Some of it was similar to when they were fighting, yet it felt really different. Pupcheng might have also found it really good to have bunxian under him like this, but neither admitted it and awkwardly brushed those thoughts away.

Then came the first time both their heat decided to happen at the same time. It was already something that not really do anything to relieve themselves other than barely grind against something and hold (or be held) tightly the other.

But this time it was a bit worst with the other being just as bad as them.

So they decided that grinding lightly is not enough this time, so they will give each other a hand (literally).

bunxian is startled by how good it actually feels to have pupcheng touch him directly like this (he has never really experimented more than grinding/humping his pillow, maybe sometimes using his hand but never like this). He even wonders if pupcheng ever did this alone before.

But he soon recovers from the surprise and reciprocates the action, trying to imitate pupcheng movement with his own hand, happy to see it does seem to please his shidi when he does that.

this is how they lazily pass their heat hidden in their room, pleasuring each other when it was getting a bit too much. It might have awoken something more in them this time too, loving how the other sounded because of them, wanted that for themselves only.

pupcheng even felt instinct telling him to mark bunxian, but he managed to control himself, scared that bunxian would be scared afterwards (but later he does mention it and bunxian tells him it is alright since it's pupcheng doing it.).

Of course, they are each other first time. They were not in heat when it happened, but the sexual tension had built to the point where pupcheng ended up pinning bunxian down to his bed and started kissing him, bunxian happily and gladly responded to it.

bunxian had been flirting with him more often now, had been making jokes to provoke him more often but also had been teasing him by sticking to stagji so much when they met in a previous conference (the grin bunxian would give him told him he was doing it on purpose).

knowing bunxian was teasing him didn't stop him from being scared someone else would take bunxian away from him, he wanted to claim he all to himself before someone else could do it.

bunxian would probably lie if he said he hadn't wanted for pupcheng to do just that.

He didn't struggle when pupcheng worked off his robes (instead helping with getting them off of him, trying to undo pupcheng robes too so he wouldn't be the only one).

He really enjoyed the kisses and slight nibbles pupcheng did as he made his way down his neck, quiet moans escaping his mouth as he was grinding against him through their trousers. His mouth was travelling between marking his neck and kissing his lips, hand exploring his upper body as they kept grinding into each other, trying to keep their moan low.

bunxian nearly whined when the body above him disappear for a moment, pupcheng leaving his bed to go get something hidden near him. He was a little curious when he saw the little bottle he brought back with him, only to flush when he realised what it might be used for (they had read in some of boarsang erotic books about it. It was seriously to wonder where the other young man would get those books).

He was a bit tense a the idea of going farther than anything they did before (only hand searching for sensitive spots and handjobs). but pupcheng gently reassured him with kisses, telling him they would stop if it was too much for him.

It was a bit awkward trying to prepare him, as they never did anything of the like before (and illustration and word were only that). but eventually, they found a rhythm that worked, a position that seemed better and pupcheng found how he could make bunxian enjoy it more (he believed the sweet sound bunxian made was telling him he was doing at least alright).

It was actually bunxian who ended up telling him he wanted him inside, that he was ready for more than his finger. He was a bit unsure at first, but he decided to believe him, still oiling himself up to make sure he wouldn't hurt him.

He nearly fully backed out when bunxian grimaced at him entering, only to be held in place. "It alright a-cheng" bunxian breathed quickly, "Just... just go slowly, I'll get used to it"

So he did just that, keeping himself from going too fast to feel more of the tightness around him (what was his pleasure if bunxian was in pain?). So he did it slowly, staying in place once he was fully in, waiting for his shixiong to tell him whether he wanted to continue or not.

Bunxian was the first to tentatively move his hips, surprising pupcheng a little bit, He started moving slowly, trying to see in bunxian expression if he was hurting him or not, until he got the hang of it a little bit better and started moving faster, hands working on bunxian arousal so he could also enjoy it.

bunxian quickly started to enjoy it, trying to keep his moan and whining in, not wanting to alert anyone else (He didn't exactly want to know what would happen if jfm, or worst yzy, were to find them like this).

He also enjoyed pupcheng above him, panting against his lips,

teeth grazing his shoulder sometimes as if he wanted to bite down and mark him fully, "You can mark me if you want" bunxian ended up eventually saying. It did hurt, but it also sent a weird spark in him (and pupcheng expression of satisfaction when he straightened back a bit was also very good).

They only did it once that night, bunxian tired from this first time, pupcheng gladly hugged him tightly in his arms, kissing better the bite mark on his shoulder.

after that, it is evident that they were each other first in anything sexual they wanted to try, even bunxian crazy ideas that nearly got them caught more than once (yet the thrill was all in that).

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[complementary-oxymorons]

giggling and kicking my feet i finally caved and bought what the cool kids are playing (bg3) and i think my tav is handsome and a good boy (no spoilers please)

he's called tyr (friend who watched me told me he shares his name with someone) he's a black dragonborn barbarian who was a folk hero (background) prior to being tapewormed

i know there are in-game limitations to certain specificities so i'll jot down a few things that are important to me even though i'm only just at the ruins at the crash site

one of his necklaces is a thick disc of tough, tanned, acid-resistant hide. he uses it as a chew pendant when he's stressed or thinking or bored. it smells pretty bad but is clearly very taken care of

gets embarrassed and apologises a lot when accidentally walking in on any gal changing (i tried unequipping companion armour and got flashbanged by the fact i could do that)

generally just helps people because as a dragonborn with a big body and tough scales he feels like it's good to protect those in need

bonds with gale over the fact that they both don't have darkvision. likes the magic man's funny words

is not keen on astarion for obvious reasons (their first meeting), but doesn't outright hate him or overly distrust him at this point

thinks lae'zel is very interesting, and admires her focus and fiery spirit. grateful to her for her help at the beginning of the game, and very in-awe of her combat prowess

likes being similar to his companions, or having some form of connection with them. has a scroll of chromatic orb in his inventory for that reason (yay gale)

has to learn to manage his claws/hands/touch. scales aren't the most sensitive to tactile feedback so while he tries to be gentle (especially with squishier individuals) it's either he's too rough on accident or barely touches things at all

the party's designated pack mule. he doesn't mind; he figures it's something a good leader would do. also very particular about sorting party items; moreso than expected of the average barbarian. cares a lot about making sure his companions are carrying useful things + remain as unencumbered as possible

i feel like when someone gets close enough to him to be considered a friend, they can just tug on his horns for his attention. he doesn't mind; he knows he spaces out quite a bit

snores..... badly. astarion/shart/lae'zel probably kick him awake their first night at camp. eventually they learn to just roll him on his side/cover his head

would think that horn jewellery is very pretty but would be too self-conscious to buy any for himself. he splutters that he just thinks they look interesting before scuttling off (or as much as a dragonborn can scuttle)

specifically fond of wind chimes, in any shape size or material. finds their sounds soothing and admires how decorative they can get. can listen and stare at them for hours

not the most graceful fella. loves music and fun auditory experiences, but his body sometimes doesn't catch up to what his heart wants to do. better on the battlefield than in the ballroom

I really don't wanna think about his backstory rn + should go to bed but this is what i got

#oc stuff #bg3 #clemont babbles #this is my blog so i will use it for an activity i love greatly: thinking about ocs :)

[thought-42]

Fictober Day 2: “Nobody warned you about me?”

Critical Role, Laerryn, Patia, 903 words

"Nobody warned you about me?" Laerryn asks, legitimately kind of surprised. The Keeper of Scrolls laughs into her wine glass.

"On the contrary. Several people warned me about you, which is precisely why I wanted to meet you in person."

Laerryn kicks the heel of her boot up against the low stone wall surrounding the balcony and takes a deliberately small sip of her own drink. She's weirdly aware of their height disparity, the way even in heels Archmage Por'co has to look up to meet her gaze. Eye contact is a thing she's been trying, on her academic advisor's recommendation, and she's not loving it. "You basically said my paper on the time discrepancy of tunnelling particles during circle teleportation was bullshit."

"Then they should do a better job at anonymizing it, that's not my problem."

Laerryn's regretting the three drinks she'd downed in order to survive this party before she'd realised Patia Por'co was going to be in attendance. And definitely before getting cornered alone on a balcony by her.

"I thought your paper was fascinating," says Por'co. "If, perhaps, a touch reductive in application."

Laerryn bristles. "The fuck--" Por'co raises one elegant eyebrow. Laerryn snaps her teeth together so hard she catches the tip of her tongue, needle sting pain arcing across her nerves to mix with the itch of her jacket and the numbness of the whisky and the heat of self-consciousness. "Might I impose upon you to elaborate?" Laerryn says, after a long moment where Por'co makes it blatantly apparent that she's allowing Laerryn time to gather her composure.

"I would like nothing more," she says, mildly. "Primarily, and on a general level, I'd be interested to engage with your ideas for moving the theoretical into the practical for the betterment of the city."

"I would think you, of all people, would appreciate the value of knowledge for knowledge's sake," Laerryn says. She’s very proud of the civility overlying her incredulity.

Por'co inclines her head and begins walking back toward the glass doors. Laerryn pushes off the wall and almost trips over her own feet trying to follow without overtaking her.

"I apologise if I've given the impression I don't value knowledge," Por'co says, tone heavy with the implication that she is graciously allowing Laerryn a chance to recover from a clumsy verbal misstep. "I simply expect that a mind as prodigious as yours might be capable of consideration of the practical and theoretical simultaneously.”

Por'co pauses at the doors, and it only takes Laerryn a few seconds to register the implicit expectation that she open them for the older mage.

"I of course have the best interests of the city in mind in all of the work I do," Laerryn lies. "But we do ourselves a disservice if we restrain our ideas to that which holds utility we can already conceptualise."

"I wouldn't call that restraint," says Por'co, "so much as I would practicality."

Laerryn's hands, even to this day, hold calluses from gripping a sword that was always a bit too heavy. She's seen the statue of Por'co's grandfather. She doesn't think practicality is the shield from which she should be throwing stones.

"I'm afraid I still don't understand why you wanted to meet me," Laerryn says.

Por'co stops so fast Laerryn almost knocks into her. This time, Laerryn is hyper-aware of the way she has to lower her own gaze to meet Por'co's.

"I think you have a singular intelect," Por'co says. "And I think you are being allowed to spin your wheels in bogs of aimless, theoretical academia because everyone around you is either too intimidated by you or too ready to under-estimate you because of your age to do anything about it."

"I mean, this has been my life's work for twenty years, but go off I guess," Laerryn says, flatly.

"You have the potential to achieve great things," Por'co tells her. "But you're never going to do so if you linger in thought experiments and publishing contests, flitting around to whatever unsolvable problem catches your interest."

"Maybe I like unsolvable problems," Laerryn says.

Por'co reaches out and takes one of Laerryn's hands in her own well-manicured ones. "I have no doubt you do. But I don't think you want to live a life where the only tools at your disposal are a pen and paper. I've done my homework on you, you could be someone of rank in the Artificing Guild by now if you so chose."

"I could also be one of the Knights of Avalir by now, if I so chose," Laerryn mimics. She can feel all the blood rushing to her cheeks and she knows she's lashing out reflexively but there's also nothing she can do about it.

"And either option would suit you better than lurking in the stacks of a library for the rest of your life. Some of us are well-suited to those stacks. You are not."

Her hands are very soft and up close she smells like ozone and static, like the raw potential of ether barely leashed. Laerryn wonders if she should be afraid.

"So what are you offering?" she asks. "I'm a little beyond apprenticeship and I already have an advisor within the university."

Por'co smiles at her and Laerryn thinks, just for a second, there is something hungry and fierce behind her eyes. "Why formalise it? I'm simply offering you something I suspect you have very little of. Friendship."

#fictober22 #laerryn coramar seelie #Patia Por'co #critical role #cr exu tag #tumblrfic tag

[jaynnie-jane]

For years I have asked my mum to "just listen".

She has wanted to finish my autism assessment (without me foing back) at the place that straight up verbally assulted me. I have continuously said to her "I don't want to give them money, I don't want to have anything to do with them".

She has constantly pushed to finish the process there. The other night I said "fine, it's your money, do what you want". But then I did some more reading about how other places assess autism.

The thing my therapist said to keep in mind while going through the process is that "this isn't to get a diagnosis, this is to help you understand what's going on".

Mum has been fixated on the diagnosis, despite my therapist AND doctor saying to her it's not about that.

Today was hard. Trying to say no to her in a way that she understands for a reason she is okay with is really hard. She believed that by me completing it through the current people she was "saving" me from further hurt. She wouldn't accept for what ever reason that what happened to me should never have happened, while also agreeing it was negligent.

We ended the argument with her saying "well you need to communicate better!".

A bit later I was reminded of just how solidly unheraing she is. I was mid league of legends game and she came in and said "can we talk?" My response was "I am mid game, I will come up when it's finished"... sure, I didn't say no and in retrospect I could have added a time estimate in there. Perspective taking after crying for an hour and while playing ARAM is not my strong suit.

Instead of saying "how long?" Or "no worries" she pushed it and tried to do it there and then...

I have spent so much of my life feeling hurt by and feeling guilty for being hurt by others. My early childhood was full of lessons about not challenging my parents in any way shape or form otherwise they would get upset.

So, over protected, taught to fear the world and taught never to upset my parents or else I would feel guilty for making mum feel like she had failed as a parent...

When that is considered it is little wonder to me that I have anxiety issues, general guilt for being alive and an innability to keep saying "no" when pushed by the ones I love.

Combine this with the amazing, attentive caregiver that mum was from 0-4 I also have freaking high resilience. When I fall in a heap, I'm still able to function in a very short period of time. Unfortunately that combo means that I consistently fall through the cracks of support frameworks.

I don't believe anyone owes me anything, and as difficult as it is I also believe that people have a right to change their minds .

I also believe that or relationships to work, you gotta stop overly protecting the people that you love and you absolutely need to be able to communicate openly when shit changes.

The MOST important thing I have learned is that we have to know how to take responsibility FOR hurting someone when we do. It doesnt matter if I ment to or not. I needed to learn how to hold that responsibility and that "sorry" just as well as I hold that compassion for myself of "I did the best I could".

So many people out there say that you should only apologise if you plan to change your behaviour.

My mum apologised for not letting me be the one to make the decision/ not hearing me/ being preoccupied with doing what she strongly believed was right. Do I expect or want her to change? No. I know that this behaviour comes from a good place (sure it makes it difficult at times for me). I don't want her to stop caring, I don't want her to feel as if she's not allowed to say anything. Would I like for her and I to be able to talk things through a little better? Absolutely!

I believe that every time it comes up, I can (and do) become a little more resilient to this specific behaviour. I also want to work on being a better advocate for myself in these types of relationships.

Awareness and working together is all I ever really want.

[edensrose]

Hello hello! Can I ask for blood, exposed, ideals, mask, quit, tears, and zenith for Arie Hon and Po Bidau Gustang?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 1k event: yandere

ʚ pairing : arie hon, po bidau gustang / reader ( separately )

ʚ cw : yandere themes ៸៸ possessive and obsessive behaviour ៸៸ death mention ៸៸ psychological torment ៸៸ dark themes in general viewer discretion advised

ʚ note : absolutely!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ARIE HON 

ʚ blood: how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He isn’t really fond of mess, in fact, he may just punish you even more should there be a mess - despite him being the fact that you are most likely bleeding. He always wants you to be ‘perfect’ so, in a way, this conditions you to his norms

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ exposed: how much of their heart do they bare to their darling? how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Hon wouldn’t show you that much emotion. If anything he may use it in the form of an award system, depending on whether you are genuinely in love with him or not. If you behave, he’ll be open with you - if not, he’ll shun you away and act as if you’re just a stranger to him 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ ideals: what kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

His goal is to morph you into the perfect little wife and doll for him to play with. He wants you completely complacent and reliant on him - totally submissive to him and only him. Like a puppet he gets to pull the strings on 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ quit: if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He’s unsure of what he would do if you were to die - perhaps he would force one of his wives to become like you in both appearance and personality. If you were to escape - well, let’s just say it wouldn’t be too long until you’re dragged back by your hair to his floating castle 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ tears: how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Enjoys your tears but he wouldn’t quite show it. He may just make you feel as if he’s even angered at the fact that you cry - anything to further drill into your head his constant need for perfection. It gives him a real kick to watch you panic and scramble to apologise while trying to dry your eyes as quickly as possible 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ zenith: would they ever break their darling?

Hon would actively seek to break you and quicken the process of turning you into his own personal doll. Of course, these efforts would be subtle at first. But soon they would fester and become far more intense as his need to have you obey his every whim wins over his love of waiting out the process

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ PO BIDAU GUSTANG

ʚ blood: how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He is not overly fond of causing a mess in general but he would be willing to do so in moderate amounts should the situation call for it. One of the more prominent times in which he would be more willing to make a ‘mess’ is when he’s conducting experiments on you 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ exposed: how much of their heart do they bare to their darling? how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Gustang isn’t the least bit open when it comes to his feelings - even if it comes to his darling. In fact, he may be even more closed off when it comes to you. He wants you to fear him to a certain extent - not ‘think that he’s weak for showing emotion’, nor give you the hope of mercy 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ ideals: what kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He wants you at his side at all times, as any yandere would. The future he has for you is most probably as a lab rat of sorts, the perfect little subject for all his experiments with the bonus of his demented love

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ quit: if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you were to die, Gustang would conduct various experiments in an attempt to bring you back - he simply cannot live without you after all. In the end, he may just succeed. . . in a way. He would clone you. Anything rebellious or traits that he deemed as flaws would be removed and your clone mere shadow of your former self; eager to obey him at every command 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ tears: how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He is indifferent when you cry and at some times it may even just annoy him a little if he’s in a particularly bad mood. It is those days that your punishments are extended longer, with his excuse being: “if you wish to cry then I’ll give you something to cry about.”

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ʚ zenith: would they ever break their darling?

Absolutely. However, it would most likely be on accident - but nevertheless still welcomed. If he can break you into an obedient little test subject then by all means - he’d do so within a heartbeat 

#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐬 ៸៸ tower of god ❜‧₊ #arie hon #po bidau gustang #tower of god #tog #arie hon x reader #arie hon reader insert #po bidau gustang x reader #po bidau gustang reader insert #yandere #tw yandere #dark content #blood & roses event #headcanons #writing

[thedevillionaire]

Cerberus and Kia of course! 🖤

7. How does your OC feel about nose blowing?

And as a personal addition, how do you feel about it?

13. How does your OC feel about germs?

24.If your OC has any supernatural abilities, do illness or allergies affect these abilities?

How does your OC feel about nose blowing?

Both of them are entirely unconcerned about the act itself. Cerberus was raised to consider it more polite than sniffling, actually, so if anything he can tend to be a little lax about it, heh. He will nearly without exception excuse himself and/or apologise about it, though - he's unfailingly polite about this sort of thing. Kia would rather not, but she's not embarrassed about it. Neither would even consider not blowing their nose if they needed to. Me? If I can avoid it in front of others, I'd prefer to, but having said that, I'd rather blow my nose in front of others than sneeze in front of them...by a lot. I personally am an outstanding stifler and/or disguiser of snz, if I fail to psych myself out of sneezing in front of others at all. And in terms of witnessing nose blowing, I can actually get off on it if it's done well - to my tastes, that is. As with snz, I'm very audio-based. Just please no honking, basically. How does your OC feel about germs?

Cerberus is very hygiene conscious but not what I'd call germaphobic. He's generally a very tidy person, he keeps his surrounds spotless, for the most part, and he would rather not be exposed to someone's obvious contagious symptoms if he can help it. Hell, he usually opts for tissues over handkerchiefs due to the hygiene factor of immolation post-use, despite handkerchiefs being more in line with his aesthetic, lol. But. If the sick person is someone he cares for, he's not overly concerned about them getting him sick. He expects not to catch it, for a start - he knows he's got a strong constitution and he is, as Kia has pointed out to him, a bit of a hopeless optimist in that he expects what he wills to manifest. (This is why he gets so annoyed that he can't defeat a cold through willpower alone. On some level, he genuinely expects to.) Kia's way more haphazard about this sort of thing. She's just...not worried about it? She's not deliberately unhygienic but she's certainly a lot messier in general than Cerberus. She doesn't get nervous or uncomfortable around sick people. She's such a consummate caretaker - her thoughts and actions will always be about caring for her friend/lover who's sick than about her own risk. But she's also not prone to illness - though in her case, it's probably due to built-up immunity from repeated exposure, heh.

If your OC has any supernatural abilities, do illness or allergies affect these abilities? (And here I veer from the popular trope of "sneezing makes powers Go Awry", sorry, fans of that thing.) No. No more so than illness or allergies affect any other ability that they have. In the very rarest of circumstances, a particularly badly timed sneeze could result in a directed magickal intention or casting miss the mark or fail to be completed at all, but...in the same way as "probably better not to sneeze while carrying a full cup of tea" sort of thing. The icestrike stopped Cerberus using Fire for a bit, but that was for his own recovery, not that he wouldn't have the capability to wield his powers. He would have, but doing so would have resulted in relapse on his part. But the wielding itself? Unaffected. A bad allergy attack would delay most wielding of things, but...look, he's really, really good at this stuff. He only needs a quarter of a second to reduce somebody to ashes if he wants to. If he can form a thought, he can get it done. So even birchbark wouldn't stop him, if he had the intent. This is not to say he hasn't experienced the magickal equivalent of spilling the full cup of tea, though. Just...very, very rarely. He'd be more likely, if he was in the process of doing something powers-wise and realised he was going to sneeze, to abandon the process of whatever he was doing and get back to it after the fact. In the same kind of way as, say, if he was writing a letter or something, and paused the writing to sneeze, then got back to business. Like that.

#thank you so much for the asks! #cerberus and kia #i know a bunch of people are keen on the 'snz makes powers go wild' thing #but...nah it's not one for me i'm afraid

[thetaekookcloset]

I have also observed something weird going on between vminkook. This is only my observation and not facts so please take it as such. I am blunt but I'll try to be respectful for all concerned persons.

Sometimes jimin's actions got too much flirty with jk to the level that makes me question why he acts like that? Doesn't he know that his friend V would feel annoyed about it? in 2020 especially he and Tae suddenly became a little bit different than what they used to be in the past. speaking abt the dvd.. have u seen "The hickey" between Jk&Jimin? I really found it awkward and it's like a commercial lol, why would bh film that moment? What do they want to prove? Shouldn't they have to cut it or hell.. even not filming it to us either if it was real moments between real couple! Don't they know abt the shippers gonna nuts abt it? Or maybe that's what they want from the beginning? To raise their dvd sales? Jimin was speaking freely about a hickey in front of possessive Tae who was smiling to the story like he was there when it's happened! the general mood was weird at this unnecessary moment, someone apologising, another one smiling without getting involved to the conversation, other one questioning the moment and mocking, and the hickey boy smiling in an uncomfortable way, yet it could've been true with no sexual intentions.

new army's who don't have any idea about Taekook history thinks that Jk&Jimin are couples because they spend so much time together allegedly, i did notice that in their 2020 Run bts, Jimin was asking Jk to wait for him so that they go together? and while Jimin was asking Jk to wait for him.. he was a little bit embarrassed but he asked him anyway like if he had to do so, and people were like oh! Those two live together!

There's some moments where Jimin giving hints about him and Jk living together, I was like Hmm.. they indeed picked the right man. he's doing it on purpose every time he has a chance, it's so obvious, because Jk never did or said or give any hints about him and Jimin being together. - except the 2020 festa moment- Jk most of the time he's like standing there surrendering and letting Jimin take the whole role and do everything.

in an interview on late 2020 Jk&Jimin was being late and everybody was waiting for them to start the interview, and then Jimin showed up and the hyungs quickly asked him about Jk? To made us believe they're live together And he said he's coming and after a minute Jk shows up finally and Tae was looking at him when he sat down for like 2 minutes straight.. I swear to god bigshit are good should give them credit for creating this drama for Taekook and that's what brought us to Jikook's lately lol. I'm sure that 90% of them didn't see Taekook moments and didn't have any clue about their history. i never think that Jk has deeper feelings for Jimin.. like ever. His eyes and feelings are drawn for Tae and Tae only. But i started to think that maybe Jimin does? Or maybe Jimin was taking his role overly? I felt bad for him for being in this situation where he have to act in an intimate relationship with Jk, i even starting to think that maybe he started to develop feelings for him, Yes he's touchy with them all, but idk i feel like he is extra clingy with JK especially, and when ever Taekook get close he complains about them immediately, there's this moment when Taekook stand together and you know touching each other chests and Jk's back-hugging Tae, Jimin immediately looks at them and point at the staff, and Taekook try to ignore him and avoid looking to the staff :( and Jimin was insisting and keep pointing to the staff until Jk leave Tae with his puppy eyes and annoyed expression.

I can't get over this video where they were performing lately and Taekook stood together, having the time of their life and their arms on each other's shoulders and suddenly Jimin pumped out of nowhere between them in purpose to separate them, and Tae's reaction was like :| he literally froze for a second while looking at Jimin back and then he immediately realized he's being filmed and start to sing again and smile, Jimin either was a Man in a mission which is "separate Taekook" or his action was out of jealousy for Jk, or he just wanted some attention at this moment. Even when they play in different teams in run bts and had a Jk&Jimin as a team Tae will quickly look at Jk with poker face, and we had mad non active Tae all the day. I am not saying this happens all the time.

In Dynamite Mv, there's this moment where Jimin was looking at Jk for a moment and suddenly piggyback him, in their reaction for the Mv Jk said for Jimin when this scene was playing: why you were looking at me like that? It's creepy. He's teasing him but yet he's telling the truth, and RM immediately said did the piggyback was directed? Tae quickly complained to RM and said Jimin always does that! So RM said to jimin don't you think you're being too spontaneous? We have to be serious. It's like they're kids here lol

Anyway, In the soop when the hyungs had a drink together and they got drunk and everybody go to sleep eventually but Jimin started to play with Jk all the night, and he ran into Jk's room and Jk trying to lock the door in front of Jimin's face and ended up by Jimin broken Jk's Mosquito Net. And we got Tae angry that day he was so not in the mood and he looked annoyed all the day for some reason? And Jk was trying to get Tae's attention by being around him even when Tae cook the dinner he just wanted to be around, you can tell whenever Tae is angry or jealous by Jk's acting like that around him. and Jimin didn't have much interaction as usual with Tae that day.. Nothing happened between Jk&Jimin that day according to the camera the last thing happened that poor Jimin fell down and hurt his knee.

Maybe Tae was jealous or he felt like he's being left out? Could be another reason but we can clearly admit that Vmin relationship must been affected a little bit by Jk&Jimin closeness nowadays, before Jimin was laughing and giving hints about Taekook and cheering for them, he was a big shipper himself for those two. nowdays, he's doing the exact opposite and being in the middle between them whether it was scripted by bigshit or by himself just because he enjoyed Jk's company, and that's what make Vmin look like Tom&Jerry thosedays, you can feel the tension sometimes between them even in their choreography.

Again my analysis, could be true could not be. Nothing against any member. Thank you for reading.

At this point, I don’t personally have much more to say on this topic than I’ve already said before, so I don’t really have anything to add to this, but I’ll share it to contribute to the conversation on here.  Thank you for sharing your thoughts!

#ask #taekook and members

[icarus-does-fall]

Chapter Six

Sibling drama, the start of the poor bois trauma , he'll get back to his notta-boyfriend boyfriend eventually I promise

The beginning of the End

As Michael made his way back to the cathedral his thoughts lingered constantly on Kain and the time they spent together. He wasn't sure how to feel about Kain, about what he was feeling in general. Kain made him feel things, made him think things- acknowledge things that weren’t permitted. With a soft sigh and a heart still aflutter Michael pushed his way through the cathedral doors.

“Michael!” An overly excited voice shouted as he walked through the doors, the sun had just set by the time he had arrived back.

“Michael where have you been? Are you okay, did something happen? Me and the father have been worried sick over your sudden disappearance! Not to mention you had clerical duties you were supposed to attend to today- They made Joshua fill in for you, he's still in training Michael. We have responsibilities brother.”

Michael was barely given a moment to gather his surroundings before his sister bombarded him, which he should have expected. The two were almost never apart and Michael going off without notice was almost unheard of. With a soft sigh he replied, “Yes Mary I’m back, I would always return to you, we’re the last of our family. Nothing happened, I simply went out. I- I apologise for abandoning my post here at the cathedral.”

Mary shook her head and then pulled her brother in for a tight hug, her tail was wagging behind her still from his return. “It's no matter to me, not anymore really, however you will need to take it up with Father Kier. But he's such a sweetheart, I'm sure he’ll be just as understanding as I, as long as you're honest with him! Remember brother Father Keir saved us, we owe him our honesty and our lives.”

Michael, he tensed ever so slightly as Kier was mentioned. Keir Craven, the dragonborn that saved the twins after their parents' untimely demise. He was… a double edged sword in terms of a saving grace. For Mary he was a bringer of light, a new beginning. Yet for Michael he was the start of a tortuous and horror filled childhood.

“Mary-” He shook his head as he cut his sentence short and then pulled Mary in for another hug. “Nevermind it. I shall do my best, let us hope Father Keir is just as forgiving as you believe him to be, yes?”

Mary grinned with a laugh as she pulled away from the hug, looping her arm through Michaels. “Oh please brother, Father Keir has been nothing but kind to us since he took us in as children, you overthink things too much, one of the many reasons you're always in trouble. Now for the love of the great ones, tell me where you went.”

“I simply went out and lost track of time, I don't get out much anymore since it is to be believed I cannot interact with possible parishioners so I merely wanted to enjoy time in the city. Really Mary, there is nothing to worry about I promise. I was well behaved.”

Mary sighed and gave Michael a doubtful look. “Michael, last time you went into the town you got into a fight- Someone bit you for heaven's sake, and! You're not even wearing the expected attire, you went into the public dressed down? Brother, there's rules we have to follow for living in the cathedral. It's not that I don't trust you- I do! You're my brother, I would never truly doubt you, you just also have a record Michael. I want to make sure you stay safe.”

“Mary, I promise I was indeed behaved while I was out today, I am aware that I am… Presenting in the best way that I could be but I just needed a little space, and today I was given that, I felt like I was allowed to breathe again.”

Mary gave Michael another look before sighing and pulling her arm out of his and turned to walk towards her room. “Very well brother, I’ll let the matter rest but do not forget to take the matter but with Father Keir still. I am glad that you seem to be feeling more like yourself again, it has been quite a long time since I’ve seen you this relaxed.”

With a shake of his head he sighed, he shook his head and turned to walk in the other direction- The one towards Keir's office. The sooner he faced his punishments the less harsh things would be to deal with, at least that's how it usually worked.

Just before he reached Keir's office though he stopped in front of a large stained glass window. It was dark out of the colours were not as bright as they unusually were yet it brought him the same feelings of comfort- and of dread that passing it usually did.

The windows’ image was of the tree of life, it was large and ornate. It was beautiful. But its background was of red hues, it was haunting in the dark without the light of the sun shining through and all that he could ever picture against the large oak with those red glass panes behind it was the blood that had been shed all through his life. His own, as well as his parents.

Stealing himself once more he took a deep breath and then walked down the hall that led to Keirs office. He knocked once. Twice. And then a low, almost gruff yet ever hypnotic voice called out from the side. “Enter.”

#angst #dnd #oc story #ocs #short story #fluff #siblings #a sinners salvation

[apilgrimpassingby]

Sorry, People, More Drama

So, I have a lust problem. I have been open about this in the past. I don't bring it up often, but bring it up I do. It's relevant because, through it, I ended up noticing that someone's commented on the @atraditionalgent drama.

Oh, look, it's that borderline-sacrilegious capitalisation of male pronouns. And since this will be relevant later, yes, I did DM to ask why she did this. While I've deleted the conversation (having a close link to a blog I was tempted to, bluntly, masturbate to for the sexual content, was not a good idea) so I don't have the screenshots to verify it, she said that she, in her own words "couldn't imagine referring to [her husband] like other men". Well, now non-husbands are being referred to with capitalised pronouns. This woman (I'm not giving the URL here to avoid further drama but you can see it in the search bar) is a liar. That probably sounds overly harsh at this point, but it'll be borne out later.

Yes, I think it was wrong to not ask him for the reason behind this. I should have done that. But what's done is done. And in none of his replies did he ever admit to following explicit kink blogs with female inferiority content, let alone explain or apologise. His only response was slandering Branwen.

As for my part, I was rash and foolish, but I don't think cowardice was one of my problems.

And I will call out domestic discipline. It is kink in denial (or not so in denial) or domestic abuse or both; never anything else. I will call out people whose follows include degrading pornography. Yes, I have a problem with consuming this stuff (or what of it I can access while under eighteen). I alluded to it recently here. But I don't follow it and I try to quit it; taking morning walks to avoid it and daily reciting the first oikos of the Akathist to the Theotokos as a way of saying to myself "This is what women mean to God; this online s*** is lying to you to the detriment of everyone."

In terms of @atraditionalgent, there were a few things that are retroactively red flags in my interactions with him:

Calling @lillybethrose1986 an inspiration to young women through public ask; you (if you're not blocked by her as I am) can see it on her blog.

Over DM (again, deleted, so I can't share it with you) confessing to this problem and saying I shouldn't be looking at it because I'm under eighteen. Not because it's bad and degrading (and the examples I mentioned were most certainly demeaning of women; thankfully the main one is gone now) in and of itself.

Suggesting I should stop being Christian and find myself a religion that's less restrictive of sex.

Cyber-bullying? I think that's a little excessive. While, obviously, I cannot prove my motives, I had no intention of causing harm to him. I just published Branwen's DM comments. I assumed he wouldn't notice, because I'd mentioned it before and there'd been no response from him. My only desire was to give general principles to help distinguish true traditional men from porn-addicted misogynists.

The bit at the bottom is half true. As I mentioned before, yes, I did have a brief DM with her about her capitalisation of male pronouns. But I have never followed her blog or even looked at it all that often.

I think that's all I want to say. The people here I particularly respect and know - @a-gentleman-of-note, @branwenferchllyr and @cactusflowerfemme - answer me promptly and with utter honesty over DM; have I handled myself well on this issue, both generally and with this post?

#drama #tradblr