Can't talk, thinking about accidentally triggering claiming and mating behaviors in Zhongli -
There's just something about it, you know? Seeing Zhongli, a god - a former Archon- who has placed himself above his base desires and draconic instincts, struggle to hold those very same instincts back when it comes to you.
Perhaps you stayed out just a bit too long for his liking. A surprise rainstorm swept through the harbor, and once you returned to your shared home, you were absolutely soaked. Ah, but you were offered a spare coat from a coworker of yours to keep even just a bit dry - and Zhongli is quietly simmering with displeasure as that scent drowns out yours. Drowns out what should be his scent on you. That which marks you as his. It shouldn't bother him like this; he knows it wasn't intentional. He knows that you merely misjudged the forecasted rain (as you often do, despite him being overly familiar with the weather patterns of the region and reminding you of this constantly) and then accepted help from a man - a coworker, he tries to remind himself . Yet he's barely listening to you as he tugs you out of the offending article and -
Oh...it isn't enough.
There's a cloying, wretched stench stuck to your clothes, and Zhongli's patience is running even thinner as he strips you of these as well. But even after he's kicked those soiled clothes to the side and secured his own coat around you, it still isn't enough. It's as if that offending scent has permeated your skin, sunken in with the rain - and there's a deep seated, rarely seen possessiveness that takes root in his mind. One he hasnt felt since...Archons, since he last took up his former name. It's as though a white hot brand has pierced him and coiled around his senses.
Everything that is logical about this no longer matters; the only thing that makes sense to him is the sudden way he gathers you into his arms and makes haste to the bedroom. Your scent is there, as is his. And this will be a well needed reminder that he doesn't appreciate other claiming his treasure as their own.
Lena looks like one of the kids who would just hand you the pretend pay toy over and over and over, just keeps handing Leo their fake phone like ‘4u’
oh absolutely! there's a lot of smacking forearms for this game too to mimic the turtle's wristband. walkie-talkie things. But the snap of a flip phone is much more satisfying!
there isn’t a comments section hazmat suit strong enough to protect you from being on twitter and seeing the most nuclear leftist discourse takes from a HDB avatar. and the worst part is you can’t be like “he would not fucking say that” of course he would say that. of course he would defend the molotov-ribbentrop pact. his brain is noodles. there’s not a bad opinion in the world he could not plausibly have
Hello! Just wondering if you have any recs for Superbat slowburn fics? I have no clue where to start but by god I want to devour everything about them
Left Side Advantage by susiecarter
and if sun comes by susiecarter
Whoever Falls First by liodain
These are all phenomenal, no notes. "and if sun comes" was one of my faves this year, since I've really been enjoying reading how other authors describe mental/soul bonds after I was done writing borderline.
the yttd fandom be like "the idea of Gashu being aro/ace is so funny given Kai's existence" as if one's orientation has anything to do with their ability to kidnap children.