#the other way in which they are compatible is that they are both terrible at sex

[fincalinde]

It always baffles me when I see WWX written as promiscuous. This is the guy who canonically makes it into his twenties (and then technically into his thirties) with his only sexual experience being one (1) kiss of dubious consent with LWJ when he's blindfolded at the Phoenix Mountain hunt.

WWX is an incorrigible flirt, but he takes even the simple act of kissing seriously. He's supposedly 'saved' his first kiss for twenty years, and when it's taken from him he responds by coping in his usual way: externalising any potential distress or uncertainty by being superlatively obnoxious.

A black outfit and a devil-may-care attitude do not necessarily equate to promiscuity, and this all feeds into the larger point: the importance of looking past the way WWX tries to present himself and focusing on what his actions actually tell us about him. Rather than being a promiscuous contrast to LWJ's prudishness, WWX's attitude to sex and relationships is actually a big part of why he and LWJ are compatible.

#roquen meta #did i just write pure wangxian meta #the apocalypse must be nigh #the other way in which they are compatible is that they are both terrible at sex #no one else should have to put up with how bad they both are in bed #they both inexplicably enjoy the bad sex #match made in heaven

[five-bi-five-mind]

obviously no rush or anything but i have a future jj x fem!reader fic in mind for you…..

basically reader having lunch with emily at jj’s and r’s apartment, and they both start talking about their sex lives.

r says how much fun jj was when they first met and moved in together, which leads emily to ask “what about now?”

r gets all flustered and explains that jj kind of got vanilla and a little boring. also saying she had to fake a couple orgasms….

jj comes home and overhears, so she takes r to the bedroom and RAILS her over and over again

just an idea:)

Stuck In a Rut

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x fem!Reader

Word count: 6.4k+

Genre: Smut

Summary: Since moving in with JJ, things have kind of slowed down. It’s not that you’re not still in love, you’re head over heels for her. It’s that one certain aspect has gotten a bit… dull. What you really want is for JJ to stop being so soft with you at least for once, but how do you tell her that?

Warnings: degradation kink; name calling; over stimulation; strap-on (r receiving); biting; top!JJ, bottom!r; praise kink; dumbification; let me know if I forgot things

A/N: so this is a little different than the request. I didn’t get all the details because I just kind of ran with it but uhhhh hope you enjoy 🫣 and yaaaay 1k celebration!

To say things had gotten a little stale… seemed harsh, but it was the truth. You and JJ had moved in together about six months ago after a year of dating and then there was just a change, a lull. It wasn’t that you two weren’t in love, you both very much were. It wasn’t that you weren’t happy to be her girlfriend or she wasn’t happy to be yours, she showed you off any chance she got and you did the same. It wasn’t that you two weren’t compatible to live together either. Things felt comfortable and safe, more so than they ever had before. Everything seemed perfect, but there was just one thing that got, well, a little boring. And that was your sex life. 

You honestly couldn’t understand what happened. When you two didn’t live together things were still pretty exciting and any time you were with JJ in that way, it took your breath away. The shift happened about two months into living together. The first month, you two still had that excitement. JJ had insisted on fucking you on pretty much any and every surface possible. She said it would make the place “feel like home” and you happily went along with it. But then the second month came and things slowed down and kept slowing and slowing and slowing… until suddenly all that heat and excitement of JJ having you in a way that you wouldn’t want anyone else to just got a little lackluster. 

The worst part was, it wasn’t like your sex life actually stopped per se, it was just that it got, quite frankly, dull. JJ suddenly shifted from being an exciting lover who would leave you breathless after every encounter, to a soft and slow one. Not to say you didn’t enjoy that sometimes. Just not all the time. 

What you wondered was what even caused this shift in her? Was it all the domesticity that you two found yourself surrounded in now that you lived together? Part of you thought that was it. JJ had definitely gotten softer herself as your relationship with her progressed and you loved that about her. She was so guarded at first, but she really dropped those walls down the more you two fell in love. You just wished that maybe that softness didn’t have to be present all the time. 

Just thinking about that made you feel terrible too. JJ was truly the perfect partner in all other aspects and you genuinely were so happy. But you were also just a little bit on edge. You never thought you were someone who would get a little snappy just from having a dull sex life, but here you were. You could tell the shift in yourself, even if you tried so hard to hide it. It was just that after a handful of nights with JJ ended more than a little disappointing on your part, there was only so much frustration you could deny in yourself. What’s worse and made you feel quite a bit guilty was that you had to fake things. There was no way in hell you were going to tell JJ that she wasn’t doing it for you. You could see the conversation now and the hurt look she’d get. It was the worry that telling her she wasn’t getting you there would be interpreted as she wasn’t enough for you that kept you silent about your whole little predicament. Lucky for you, JJ didn’t seem to see through any of it and continued on to be the obliviously happy girlfriend you knew her to.

Unfortunately for you, while your girlfriend didn’t notice, her best friend somehow did. 

Emily was no stranger to you, even if she was originally JJ’s friend. One of the best parts about dating JJ was that, not only did the two of you click with each other, but you also clicked with each other’s friends. So, as you got to know JJ and fall in love with her, you simultaneously fell in love with JJ’s friend group as well and quickly got comfortable with the people she surrounded herself with. One such friend that you felt particularly safe and comfortable with was Emily. So when she showed up at the apartment you and JJ shared when JJ was out running errands for the day, it was no problem for you to invite Emily in anyways and spend some quality time with her.

In fact, Emily expected you to be there. She came bearing lunch for the three of you, wanting to just chat if you and JJ were free. You told her JJ was out, but she still gladly stayed and chatted with you. And you were honestly grateful for the company, despite how wound up you were from your current predicament with your girlfriend. 

The two of you spent all of your time that afternoon just chatting about your lives. While you might be more on edge than you usually are, you weren’t about to turn done some quality time with good company. There was a large chunk of your days spent alone since JJ’s job was so demanding. While you appreciated that JJ was out doing errands alone, because you didn’t feel like you had the patience for Saturday afternoon crowds, you still were always excited for any kind of company you could get. So, to have Emily over and bringing her positivity into your space was a refreshing surprise. 

When lunch was finished and the rest was packed up for when JJ returned you mentioned that you had a bit of random chores around the house to do that you had intended to get done before JJ got home. To your surprise, Emily eagerly offered to help and that’s how you found yourself standing next to her and folding laundry in your bedroom. 

The conversation kept up just as it did when you two were enjoying lunch, but somehow the topic jumped dramatically and you weren’t entirely sure when the shift even happened. You didn’t think of yourself as a particularly open person when it came to the topic of your romantic life, especially when the person you were discussing it with was your partner’s best friend, but here you were.

Emily’s question about it really caught you off guard. It was innocent enough; a simple “so how are things with you two?” that you answered with what you thought was an enthusiastic response. Except, Emily followed your answer with a very telling “but…” and, suddenly you looked at her like you were caught red handed.

“It’s okay,” Emily smiled at you as she delicately folded a random towel. “Whatever you say stays between the two of us. I can just tell that you’ve been a little on edge lately.”

How could she tell? You thought you were hiding it so well! If she noticed, does that mean JJ noticed? But then, JJ was the type to actually say something if she could see that something felt wrong and she hadn’t said anything to you at all yet. So, hopefully Emily was the only one to see through your “everything is perfect” kind of act. 

“It’s not that we’re not good,” you began, refusing to make eye contact with Emily. “It’s just that… Well… I’m not unhappy.”

“Of course not,” Emily reassured.

“And JJ is a loving partner who treats me well.”

“As JJ should,” Emily nods along. 

“But… there’s just something about living together that’s changed us.”

Emily stilled her hands and turned to look at you thoughtfully. Her smile was still there, soft and reassuring, but she had this little glint in her eye that told you she could see almost exactly what you were getting at. It was as if she just already knew.

“Sometimes, when people move in together they can get a little comfortable,” Emily explained. “That comfortable feeling can go a little too far with some couples. Some might say that their partners tend to forget the romantic aspect to their new life together.”

“It- It’s not that,” you shook your head hard. It wasn’t that JJ wasn’t romantic with you anymore. She would often come home with flowers or still surprise you with beautiful dates in very thoughtfully picked locations. During those times you’d still feel the romance and the love. If you were being honest, in all aspects of your relationship with JJ minus your little bedroom problem, you both were very much still in a little love bubble. A lot of couples lose their honeymoon phase around this time in your relationship, but you could proudly say that that rushing, gushy feeling you got when you were near JJ was still very much alive and well. But again, it was alive and well in every aspect, but one. And that one aspect was really starting to drag you down. “We’re comfortable, but it makes me happy. She’s still just as romantic as when we first met.”

“Mhm, so if it’s not that… And you’ve been on edge….” Emily nodded to herself. You eyed her nervously, wondering if the look she was currently wearing was one you might see if you saw her on the job. “Oh, it’s the sex!” 

Your eyes practically fell out of your head as she blurted out her epiphany. 

“Emily!” 

“It is, isn’t it?” Emily leaned towards you with a satisfied smirk. “Oh, it’s okay, we can talk about these things.” She waved her hand dismissively as she spoke. “Sometimes, it happens. Things get a little old. Have you tried telling JJ what you want?”

“Well…”

“That’s a no,” Emily answered for you. “You know JJ is crazy about you, right? If you told her you wanted to try something new, she would listen.”

“I- I mean, maybe.” You rubbed sheepishly at your arm, the laundry forgotten as  soon as Emily started to toe into this territory with you. “Jennifer, she can be… What’s the right word… prideful? That’s not quite it, but still, she’d take it very personally.”

“Well, she has to know you’re not enjoying yourself.”

You didn’t say anything at that, giving her just a tight lipped smile. Emily eyed you for a moment, scrutinizing why you seemed to look so guilty all of a sudden until realization filled her features.

“You’re faking it!” Emily pointed at you, flinging a hand towel across the room in the process. 

“Emily!” You gasped, your face turning different shades of red.

“What?” Emily shrugged. “We’re friends! Friends talk about these things!”

“Yes, but JJ is your friend first!”

“Okay…?” Emily’s eyebrow was arched as she stared at you, as if you weren’t making any sort of sense. She couldn’t deny that she was JJ’s friend first. There’s some loyalty there; some stuff you didn’t discuss with your partner’s best friend when it was about your partner herself. “I’m your friend too. Whatever is shared between us, stays between us.”

Emily’s eyes were earnest, but still you were way too hesitant to just spill your guts completely. Except, she kept staring at you expectantly, waiting for you to confirm her accusation. 

“So,” Emily started up again when you took too long to respond. “If you’re faking it, then JJ has no idea you’re in this little rut, does she?”

You bit your lip and shook your head sheepishly in response. “It’s– Well, it’s only been a few times,” you offered as if that made it sound any better. “That I, you know, faked it, I mean.”

“I see…” Emily trailed off, thinking to herself. “So, if you’re going to go about this, you need to do it gently.”

“And what is it exactly that I’m doing?”

“Telling JJ what you want.” She said that as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Obviously, if you’ve been stuck in this dilemma long enough for Emily to notice, it wasn’t all that simple. 

“Emily,” you warned. “It’s not that easy.”

“Why?” Emily’s question was genuine, not accusatory, and it had you thinking about why exactly it was so hard for you. You did have a very real fear that you’d embarrass and hurt JJ’s pride if you brought up this little problem, but was that all that it was? 

“I’m not sure,” you sighed. “It just is.”

“Because you’re nervous?” Emily’s question finally connected the dots. It wasn’t just that you were worried about hurting JJ by revealing that you’d been bored with your sex life, it was that you were also too shy to ask for more. “You shouldn’t be. This problem won’t be fixed until you tell her what you want, you know.” 

“It’s- Emily, it’s kind of hard for me to just come out and say all of that to her!” Look at the horrible job you were doing right now just talking about it vaguely with Emily. Your face was so flushed you could imagine that you looked a bit like a tomato at this point. Emily didn’t seem phased by any of this, but your palms were sweating and your stomach was churning and you felt so shy and embarrassed. This wasn’t something you were used to talking about with anyone, let alone a friend of your partner’s. “What would I even say to her?”

“What you’re telling me,” Emily suggested. “Whatever it is that you want, I’m sure when you get it out in the open, JJ will at least consider it. She wants to make you happy and if you’re not happy, eventually she’ll figure it out and she won’t be happy either.”

“You’re right,” you nodded in agreement. “I know you’re right. It’s just hard to find the right words.”

“Well, without much detail, what do you want?”

“Just more…” you were struggling to find the right words. “Fire? Passion? I’m not really sure. It just feels like some of the passion is gone. She’s so gentle that it’s boring. I know it’s her way of showing me that she loves and cherishes me, but I want more. I want something new, something with that… that rushing feeling we used to get.” 

Emily nodded in understanding of everything you were saying. She gave you some more encouraging words on trying to bring it up with JJ, but soon the conversation went back to normal things and wondering what was taking JJ so long. Neither of you heard the front door open fifteen minutes earlier and the soft footsteps that lead to where you and Emily shared your heart-to-heart. 

It wasn’t until you heard some clanging in the kitchen that you realized JJ was home. Luckily for you, by the time you were aware that she was home your conversation with Emily had turned back to normal things. A small part of you was worried JJ was home much earlier than you realized and could possibly have heard everything, but you shook that fear off, knowing JJ would announce her presence as soon as she arrived like she usually did.

But, for whatever reason, this time JJ didn’t. This time, unbeknownst to you, she heard it all and neither you nor Emily realized it. 

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Emily spent a few more hours with the two of you now that JJ was home too. Everything was pleasant and JJ seemed to be happy to see her friend on her day off, but there was something you couldn’t quite place. JJ was just slightly more quiet than usual. 

With you and JJ, the two of you were so in sync that you knew immediately whenever she was upset or in a bad mood. Tonight, that wasn’t what it was. It was as if she was captivated by her own thoughts. Not upset, not sad or angry, just pondering. But whatever thought she was so engrossed in, you didn’t know. 

Emily left before dinner and that quiet pondering continued throughout the evening. It was odd behavior for JJ, but honestly the silence between the two of you as you ate wasn’t all that negative. You were also busy mulling things over in your mind. The idea of approaching JJ with a few requests to try some new things was worrying you, but you knew it needed to be said. 

When dinner was over and you were cleaning up, you were even more lost in your own little world. The conversation you had with Emily from that afternoon was still going through your head. How were you going to talk to JJ about this without hurting her pride? Was that even possible at this point? If you were going to be totally honest about what you wanted then you’d have to tell her how long you’ve been faking things with her and that would surely not sit well with her. 

Part of you was also nervous to bring anything up and have it all blow up in the end. Would JJ even be willing to change things up with you or would it stay the same? If it stays the same, then what then? If the spark in the bedroom is going out, what does that mean for the spark in your relationship overall? There were just too many questions running through your mind.

The constant thought process of how to break the news to JJ and start the conversation was consuming all of your attention. Your hands and feet were on autopilot as you continued to clean up the kitchen. So, when JJ slowly snuck up to you with your back turned away from the kitchen entrance, you were totally unaware of her presence. That is until she was suddenly directly behind you, pushing the front of your body right up against the counter. 

“JJ, what the hell?!” Her sudden move had forced you to drop everything in your hands. Lucky for you, it was just some plastic tupperware and nothing sharp or breakable.

“Shhh,” JJ whispered in your ear. “Spread your legs.” JJ’s hands were on your waist as soon as she had you pinned. You were honestly so confused by this sudden turn of events that you didn’t register what JJ was asking of you. 

That must have been very apparent to JJ, because after a moment of you standing utterly still, she did it for you. Her legs went in between yours, kicking both your legs open until you were bracing even tighter onto the counter to keep yourself standing. JJ’s body pressed even harder into yours from behind and you suddenly realized you felt something very curious pressing into you from behind. 

“JJ, what are you-” You stopped when your mind finally connected what you were feeling as JJ started to grind her hips into your ass. You knew exactly what was going on now. 

JJ had you figured out. You weren’t sure how or when, but you knew that she knew. 

“Stop asking questions,” JJ bent forward to whisper in your ear. “And do what you’re told.”

“I-I don’t know what’s gotten into you,” you stammered as JJ kept pressing herself into the back of your body. “JJ, this is–”

“New?” She cut you off. “You wanted something new, didn’t you? That’s what I’m about to give you.”

Your body stiffened as JJ spoke. So, she did know. That little fear in the back of your head that told you JJ was home a lot earlier than you realized was right. The question was, how much did she hear? Did she know about you faking a few times or just that you wanted to change things up in the bedroom. God, you hoped she didn’t hear the part about you faking it…

“You didn’t answer me,” JJ’s voice came from behind you. “Am I wrong? You want a change, right?”

“I– Well, no you’re not wrong, but–” JJ’s lips pressing right at the pulse point of your neck before sinking her teeth down into the flesh there is what cut you off, even if you were already struggling to form a sentence. Your hands went to grip the counter at the burst of pleasurable pain that she just caused while you were mid-sentence.

“I’m going to give you something new, princess,” she practically purred against your skin. “I’m going to give you exactly what you want. You’re going to cum for me over and over again like a good girl, until I feel like you’ve had enough. And you definitely won’t need to fake them.” The low tone JJ’s voice took with her last words had you both shocked that she did in fact here and shiver at how almost threatening she sounded.

While you were preoccupied with this shift in her, JJ was already busy getting to work with her plan. You felt her hands reach around to your pants, giving them a hard yank before letting them fall in a puddle on the floor. You were already breathing harder than you probably should, your head twisting and turning to try and look back behind you at what JJ was up to. 

This new change in her had startled you and a large part of you was incredibly ashamed that she had heard you spill your guts to Emily. It should’ve been you directly telling her that you wanted something new, but unfortunately she heard everything she wasn’t meant to. Even so, there was another part of you that was absolutely way too excited for what was to come.

As for JJ, when she heard the little conversation between you and Emily, she did feel a little guilty that she was listening to something she wasn’t meant to. However, she wasn’t upset with any of what she heard, she was glad she did listen in even. Because, it wasn’t just you that felt like there needed to be a change. While JJ was definitely unaware of the past instances when you faked your orgasms, and that did sting a bit, she spent the rest of the evening plotting out a way to fix this. See, she had wanted to change things up for a while; let loose a little. She also was worried about ever being too rough with you, but sometimes she got into these moods where all she wanted to do was ruin you. When those moods came, she suppressed it and overcorrected. She knew now that she overcorrected way too much, but tonight it was time to lean into that mood. 

So, as JJ continued to put her plan into motion, she was getting a little ahead of herself with how much anticipation she had. When she heard the conversation, it was like a door had opened to so many new possibilities of what she could try with you. Once she settled on what to do first, she waited until you least expected for her to pounce.

Now here you were with JJ’s body keeping you trapped between her own and the kitchen counter, half naked from the waist down. “Stay there,” JJ ordered before taking a small step back. Surprisingly, you did as you were told without having to question it anymore. JJ admired you for a second; loving the way you looked bent over the counter, bare ass sticking out for her. She gave it a smack and you jumped, but didn’t complain. 

From behind you, you could hear JJ slowly pull the zipper to her jeans down. You knew exactly what was coming next and you bit your lip in anticipation. It was almost embarrassing how wet you were, just from a little bit of roughness from JJ. But then again, she was never rough with you like this. It was this exact behavior that you wanted so badly to see from her. 

JJ stepped back up to you, her hands reaching between the two of you to cup your ass. You let out the smallest gasp when she squeezed, already more excited than you’d been in weeks. From behind you, you could hear JJ let out a small, smug chuckle in response before sliding two of her fingers through your folds. This time, the gasp wasn’t as quiet. 

She ran her fingers through you a couple times, gathering your wetness onto them and causing you to shift and squirm even more. You wanted more of her touch, but as quickly as she started, she pulled her fingers away.

With her fingers coated in you, she reached down to her little surprise she had waiting for you. Little was a bit of an understatement, she thought as she ran your wetness over the dildo she had attached between her legs. It was going to be an interesting sight to see you take it. You two had used toys before, but not like this. Not something that, JJ knew for a fact, was bigger than anything you’ve taken. She was excited to see how good you could be for her. In the past she treated you so carefully, but tonight she was determined to fuck you to the brink of breaking. 

“Do me a favor,” JJ leaned her body against yours from behind. You felt what you already knew was a quite large strap on, poking between your thighs. “Be a good girl tonight and take what I give you.” 

You nodded your head fervently, biting your lip harder when one of JJ’s hands moved around your body to slip under your shirt and paw at your chest. JJ took a moment, kissing on the back of your neck and running one hand over the top of your body, while the other squeezed at your thighs. She loved the way you were already wriggling in anticipation for what she had in store and just wanted to savor this moment before she really dug in. 

Your chest was heaving already and your head was bent down as you made cute little sounds JJ loved to hear. Your hands were splayed on the counter, trying to keep yourself upright while JJ practically groped your entire body. The way you were already struggling to keep it together had JJ just that much more excited to see you utterly fall apart. So she got started.

One hand left your body while the other moved down to steady your hips. The hand that wasn’t on you, moved between her own legs. She wrapped her hand around the toy, running over it once more to make sure it still felt lubricated enough from your own wetness. Once she deemed it ready, she lined up. 

You held your breath, trying your best to brace yourself on the counter as you felt JJ’s faux cock start to line up with your entrance. This thing was big, you didn’t need to see it to know it wasn’t something you were used to. There was still an exciting anticipation coursing through your veins, but you also anxiously hoped that JJ would go a little easy on you. Just for a few minutes, at least. 

JJ’s hips started to push forward and you immediately felt the tip of the toy begin to stretch your walls. Your eyes squeezed tight as she slowly pushed her cock all the way inside of you until she had bottomed out. 

Your head dipped even lower, your mouth hanging open again as you tried to adjust to this new feeling. It was painful, you couldn’t deny that. Your pussy was stretched more than you’ve ever felt. But still, you needed JJ to move her hips, to do something. You tried your best to push your hips back into JJ to meet hers more closely, if that was even possible. She immediately got the hint.

Pulling out slowly and almost completely, JJ paused. “You’re not going to fake these,” JJ’s voice was practically a growl. “Got it?” And with that she slammed the toy back into you with such strength that the guttural moan you let out shocked the both of you. 

JJ’s hands were back on your hips now as she pulled out and mirrored that exact same action. You were trying as best as you could to keep some sort of restraint as she fucked you from behind, but it was a losing game when the pleasurable burn of her stretching you out had your head swimming. Meanwhile, JJ was setting a steady pace. Not too fast, but with each pump of her cock inside you, she put a little more strength into it.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” JJ groaned as she kept moving. You felt her nails dig into your bare hips as she went. It was like she was trying to restrain herself, to keep her own pace consistent, when you thought that, potentially, she wanted to go faster, maybe even be a little rougher.

And that was exactly it, but JJ needed you to ease into this at least a little bit first. She was testing the waters with you, seeing how much she could push it. While she wasn’t necessarily being gentle, she was still trying to have some sense of control. Only, that was slipping so fast with the sounds you were making and the way she could just hear how wet you were. 

It was sounds like these that she hadn’t heard in a while and didn’t realize she missed so much. So when her pace increased and you couldn’t help but to whine and cry out her name as she fucked you, her control slipped even further. 

She could tell you were close too. The way she had your pussy stretched out mixed with how rough she was being had you approaching that edge finally. This time, it would all be completely real and as your legs began to tremble, JJ increased her pace and encouraged you to cum.

When you finally did, she slowed for a second. The both of you needed to catch your breath; you from the powerful orgasm and her so that she could prepare for what was to come. The pathetic little moan you let out when you did cum had broken something loose in JJ’s brain, something that she had really tried to hold back with you, but now she wasn’t going to. So she’d let you catch your breath, take a moment to appreciate the way you looked right now, and then continue.

JJ’s hands rubbed at your back for a second. “That’s my girl,” she cooed, leaning back to get a better look at you. She was still inside you, but you were slumped a little further onto the counter, cum dripping down your thighs as you came down from your high. “We’re not done though.” 

And with that she set a new pace that had you scrambling for purchase on the counter again. The way she was fucking you, it was like she was trying to fuck up into you until you were completely sprawled out on the counter. Your body had gotten used to the stretch, but your pussy definitely wasn’t used to this kind of brutal treatment. Your legs were shaking harder than they were when she made you cum the first time and you were seriously questioning your balance at this point.

It didn’t seem to bother JJ though, if she was aware of it that is. All she was focused on was the satisfying slap of her skin against your ass as she fucked you so hard you swore you saw stars. 

“J- fuck— JJ I don’t think…” you couldn’t get the words out no matter how hard you were trying. The relentless way JJ kept pounding her cock into you was making it impossible for you to do just about anything other than moan. “I don’t think I can keep standing.” 

You felt JJ’s hands flex, as her grip on you grew tighter. She didn’t stop, despite your warning, she didn’t even slow down. Her hips kept pumping into you from behind, each time pushing you painfully harder into the counter. Your head was hunched down, your hands were struggling to grip at anything on the counter. Pretty soon you’d be slipping until you were face down on the countertop if JJ kept this up. 

“I don’t fucking care,” JJ growled. With those words, it was like she knew exactly what your worry was and she made it happen. Without warning, one hand that was on your waist moved to the top of your head, pushing your head down til your cheek was pressed against the cold countertop. This new position forced you to jut your ass out even more, giving JJ an even better angle to fuck her cock into you deeper. 

Her hand remained on the top of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. Tears pricked in your eyes at the brutal way she was fucking your pussy. Your body was practically quaking underneath her and you could feel another orgasm coming in strong. 

As rough as she was being, you were enjoying every minute of it. JJ was practically manhandling you, using you as nothing more than her toy to fuck, but you didn’t even mind. It’s what you wanted all along and you didn’t even know it. 

JJ pulled your hair to jerk your head up. As she did, her hips still flush with your ass as she pushed her cock into you, she lent forward on top of you. “You love this, don’t you?” JJ taunted as your walls tightened around her cock. “Letting me fuck you right here on the counter like a little whore. You fucking love it.” 

You had never heard her talk this way and your eyes squeezed shut as your next orgasm started to rip throughout your body. 

“Say it.” JJ tugged on your hair. “Say you love it.” 

“I- I-“ you couldn’t form words when you were falling over the edge on JJ’s cock again. “I love… god- I fucking love it. Fuck, JJ just keep— keep fucking me.” 

JJ let out a triumphant chuckle before releasing your hair and wrapping her hand back around your waist. With her hold on you, she moved your own body onto her cock while she kept pumping it into you. The continued abuse of your pussy, mixed with the sheer strength of JJ’s movements had you coming a third time before you even knew it. You hadn’t even come down from your second orgasm before she had you moaning and screaming her name into a third one. 

What definitely shocked you was the way JJ kept going even after that. It was like there was no end to the strength and stamina she possessed. She didn’t slow, not even after she had pushed you to a third orgasm without a pause. No, she was determined for a fourth.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire, you were suddenly too aware of your nerve-endings and as she kept fucking you, the harsh way she was treating your pussy as she pumped her cock into you with abandon was starting to hurt. Yet, it all still felt incredible. The pain of your body being pushed to the brink mixed with the pleasure she was giving you was better than the last three orgasms she coaxed out of you combined. 

“God, why didn’t I do this sooner?” JJ grunted as she kept up her pace. “I was hoping you’d be able to take it if I let go a little, but this… You’re just taking me so fucking good.”

You couldn’t even speak at this point, all you could do was let out a gurgled hum of some sort of agreement as JJ’s grip tightened that much more on you so she could keep up with what she was doing. At this point, you were fairly certain that there were marks where her nails were digging into you, but that little bit of pain added to it that much more. Tears were definitely staining your cheeks from the sheer intensity of it all too. You were sure, if you looked at yourself in the mirror, you’d be shocked by what you saw. 

The fact that you could cum again so quickly and for the fourth time in such a short period was shocking you, but when you came again for her, you came with a silent cry as your body shuddered around her cock. 

This time, you couldn’t keep yourself upright, fully slumping onto the counter. JJ finally slowed down, her hands coming up to keep you upright and prevent you from landing on your ass.

After a moment of being still, but remaining inside you, she finally pulled out and your body shook for a second at the loss. You still hadn’t caught your breath, but JJ was patient, running her hand over your back and cooing at you as you gulped down much needed air. 

When your chest stopped heaving and your body trembled a little bit less, JJ turned you in her arms. Still, she had a tight hold on you to prevent you from slumping all the way down and onto the kitchen floor and you were appreciative of the support. 

“Hi,” JJ murmured as her arms squeezed you into her chest. 

“H-hi,” you panted, burying your head into the crook of her neck. 

“Was that too much?” JJ’s voice was soft and hesitant. You still weren’t quite recovered enough to form coherent sentences so you just shook your head as best you could while still pressed into JJ. 

“Good,” she mumbled before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Was that… more like what you wanted?”

You willed yourself to look up at her this time, knowing this required a proper response. “Yes, but JJ I’m sorry. I should’ve told you first.”

“It’s okay, my love,” JJ smiled down at you. “I understand. I’m sorry things got a little… monotonous. I’ve wanted to try something a little new with you for a while, I just didn’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s not your fault.” You leaned up to kiss JJ’s lips softly this time. “But I’m not as fragile as you think. You won’t break me, so… can we do this again?”

“Oh, definitely,” JJ gave you a cheeky grin. “In about ten minutes actually.”

“What?!” Your eyes went comically wide as JJ started to practically push you towards the bedroom. 

“There’s more I want to try.” 

You gulped, but willingly let her lead you to the bedroom. That night you both learned the limits your body could go to and over the next few weeks you were introduced to more experiences you hadn’t even realized you were into until JJ presented them to you. It was like a whole new side to your relationship had opened up and it definitely fixed the rut. 

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[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Just a friendly reminder that I missed the last post so I’m posting part 26 and part 27 on the same day, so make sure to go back and read 26 if you haven’t already! ❤️

Part 1 | . . . | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28

Eddie doesn’t laugh the way Steve thinks he would. Instead, he frowns slightly. “Should be careful,” he mumbles. “Some dealers don’t care what they give you, long as they get their money.”

Steve hums in response. “Well, I won’t have to worry about that now, right?” He shifts on the roof, laying down to look up at the stars. Feels, more than sees, Eddie do the same. “You’re staying.”

“That I am,” Eddie replies, sighing as he looks at the stars. “Wish we could see ‘em all.”

Steve glances over, and Eddie lifts a hand, waves it lazily at the sky. “The stars. Can’t see but half of ‘em cause of all the lights. But they’re so pretty. So bright. Almost enough to make me want to brave my dad again.”

Steve hums. “He’s still alive?”

“Yeah. ‘S he not? In four years?”

“I dunno exactly. Just… the way you phrased things made it sound like he wasn’t.”

“Well, hell,” Eddie laughs, raising the blunt like it’s a glass. “I’ll drink to that.”

Steve snorts and knocks his knuckles against Eddie’s, accepting the joint again after Eddie takes a drag. “So,” Eddie says, rolling over to lay on his front, propping himself up on his elbows. “Tell me the Steve Harrington hierarchy for dates. What comes first?”

Steve chuckles. “Why?” He asks, then answers regardless. “First date is getting to know each other, y’know? If you run out of things to say twenty minutes into it, how the hell’re you supposed to make a relationship work, right? So first date is making sure you’re…” he waves a hand around, looking for the right word. “Like… making sure you match.”

“Compatible?” Eddie suggests, and Steve snaps at him.

“Compatible, that’s it, yeah. Making sure you’re compatible. Second date’s for making sure you’re serious about it, making sure there’s still more to talk about, that you’re not gonna end up staring awkwardly at each other twenty minutes into that date because maybe you’re compatible enough for one date, but not really two, right?”

“So every subsequent date is just making sure you’re compatible.”

“I guess, yeah. Except when you know you are compatible, then you show ‘em who you really are. You put away your nice shirts and start getting out the everyday ones. The dates aren’t as planned out because they don’t need to be, because you already have fun together. Maybe you go to the arcade and you don’t let ‘em win. Or not as easy, at least. I’m still terrible at bowling. I don’t think there’s any hope for me.” He shakes his head with a chuckle.

Eddie raises a brow. “You’re telling me there’s a sport in which you don’t excel? This I have to see.”

Steve laughs and nudges his shoulder. “Man, shuddup.”

“No, but seriously,” Eddie says, and he sounds serious, so Steve drops his smile and listens. “If… if I were to go on a date, on a few dates, with a guy, maybe someone like you, and it’s going well, and we get to that point… I could imagine us doing pretty much exactly this.”

“Getting high on a roof?”

“Spending time together,” Eddie says quietly. “No expectations.”

“Oh,” Steve says quietly, sure his cheeks are scarlet.

“And,” Eddie says even quieter, practically a whisper, “I maybe wouldn’t mind trying with you.”

“As excited as that makes me,” Steve says, “and trust me, I’m pretty damn excited, I can’t help but think maybe we should wait until we’re past the end of the world.”

“Sure,” Eddie says, and brushes his knuckles against Steve’s. They both watch the movement. “Figure I’ve waited this long, what’s a little bit longer, right?”

“Yeah,” Steve murmurs, pressing his thumb to one of Eddie’s knuckles. Wishes he was pressing his lips to that knuckle instead.

He suddenly sighs. “It’s not just gonna be a week or two, y’know. It’s… when this is over, we can’t stay. Robin and I, we’ve gotta go back to the future.”

“Well, sure, but there’s some version of you that’s gonna stay, right?”

“And if that version of me doesn’t know that any of this happened? ‘M still an asshole, Eddie.”

Eddie grins and rolls over until they’re face-to-face. “I don’t think you’re capable of not being bitchy,” he says, laughing when Steve good-naturedly shoves his face away. “No, but hey,” he says quieter, more serious. “The Harrington Charm might be legendary, but us Munsons got a few tricks up our sleeves too, m’kay? If I have to win you back, I’ll do it. Or could you write yourself a note, maybe? Alli’s staying, she could give it to you. You could write to ask any one of us about it, and we’d tell you.”

Steve hums. “How do you do that?”

Eddie blinks. “Do what?”

“Make me feel like everything’s gonna be alright.”

Eddie blushes, but doesn’t answer, just offers Steve the joint again.

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[crooked-wasteland]

There is much to be said about the latest episode of Helluva Boss, and it is a bit of a tragedy that the animatic release felt like a more complete version of the episode than the actual finished product. From losing out on the visual intensity of Fizzarolli's injuries to the complete erasure of Barbie in the background of the disaster, it feels like these small changes removed the visceral intensity of the scene and its repercussions. Especially as Barbie is now the obvious point of conflict in Blitz's storyline, it feels like the impact of that part of the story is now devalued by her absence.

But that is hardly the end of the issues at play.

Medrano and her team rushed this story arc.

There are clear parallels to Bojack's two major story beats of Bojack abandoning Herb and the Sugarman Summer Home season arc. It is obvious that Blitz and Fizzarolli have a relationship paralleling that of Herb and Bojack in season one. However, Medrano pulls back in a multitude of ways and fails to commit the plot to a natural conclusion. While Herb rejects Bojack due to the fact that the latter never came to check up on him following his public disgrace and outing, Blitz is absolved of even that.

In the Bojack episode, Herb makes it clear that he doesn't blame his old friend for not standing with him when he was removed from Horsing Around. While he may have been upset at one time, he had cooled off and recognized that if the studio had let them both go, that would have been terrible for both of them.

Rather, it was Bojack assuming Herb's desires and thus avoiding his best friend for years under the belief that he had betrayed Herb so completely that the other wouldn't want to see him anyway. Bojack's insecurity was his own undoing in that relationship, even though it showed that both Herb and Bojack were still very compatible friends. Bojack's background of conditional relationships from his own parents set the groundwork for his hyperavoidant personality and how allowing generational trauma to dictate your relationships in life is a good way to lose everyone you ever hope to keep.

Here, Blitz didn't abandon Fizzarolli. Skipping to the end, Blitz was kept from seeing Fizz in the hospital by a currently unknown third party. Which removes his flaws on a fundamental level. While one could argue ripping off the storyline wholesale would have been just as bad, at least it wouldn't feel like a fanfiction retelling of that Bojack episode. It feels like Medrano had a very negative opinion of Herb and how he rejected Bojack and that this reiteration with her own characters is her way of "fixing" that relationship. At the same time, what Blitz ended up doing is far and above worse than Bojack simply not risking his career.

The episode takes the sequence as dark as they'd dare, Fizzarolli crawling out of the explosion as his body burns and disintegrates. The show really does want to bank itself on the emotional impact this sequence should have, picturing how afraid Fizz must be. The amount of pain he would be in as his mangled body turns to ash as he forces himself from the fire. His flesh melted, his horns seared red and glowing like it would if they were made of real keratin, his bones themselves falling apart as he forced his body to escape the disaster. And he calls out to the one person he held such admiration for, his best friend since they were kids, who turns his back on him and runs.

And somehow, that is not the reason the relationship has become so bitter and vile. Not because Fizzarolli, most likely believing he was going to die, watched his best friend run away and "save himself" (from Fizz's perspective), leaving him to die alone in this calamity. It's because Blitz never came to talk to him. And even then, it wasn't Blitz's fault.

While that reveal worked for Bojack and Herb, it doesn't actually work for when a character almost actually loses their life. The figurative end of the world that comes with losing a job you love and a creative passion project stolen and bastardized can not begin to amount to the physical act of dying. That is actually the entire point of Herb's story as well, why Bojack's initial betrayal is forgivable, but his avoidance was not. It's because what felt like the end of life in the moment didn't actually end anything substantial for Herb. He still lived a full and complete life, minus his best friend who left him to rebuild on his own. And you can not, in fact, make up for lost time.

Speaking of comparisons, the dialogue of this sequence in particular feels quite off-putting. Blitz's line of "You have e no idea what I lost in that fire" is accusatory and draws up a direct comparison to what each character lost. Fizzarolli is physically scarred by the events as well as mentally and emotionally. Horns are shown to be a source of social pride for imps, adding self-esteem and identity to the list of things Fizz lost in the disaster. But because it is implied that Blitz's mother actually did die in the fire, that is a tragedy somehow beyond belief for someone like Fizzarolli. It would be safe to assume that Tilla's death would have been felt by everyone who survived the circus, or at the least for the kids. The dialogue sets up a divide that somehow Blitz watching how his careless moodiness almost killed his crush is not at the top of the list of traumas Blitz has to sort through from this sequence is hard to believe.

Speaking of crush.

And that gets to why this episode as a whole fails to work on a fundamental level. For what it is, what it wants to be, and what it is trying to set up, this episode consistently drops the ball. It is confounding to think that Medrano believed that the relationship for Stolas and Blitz was for more necessary to show than this.

This episode should have been a flashback.

The entire episode should have been the lead up to the disaster. Show us the relationship of Blitz and Barbie and Fizzarolli. Show us the way Blitz is treated by others at the circus even as he ages.

Show us Tilla for five minutes for the love of everything meaningful. It's so hard to believe this should be important to the characters or story when we are given nothing concrete about who Tilla was as a person or mother. We lived the flashbacks of Bojack, no matter how short a snippet they were. We experienced Beatrice's callous nature or his father's self-centered abuse. For as important as she is implied to be, Tilla is not so important as to be an active participant in the story.

At the end of all this, I believe that the greatest issues boil down to a set list

- Characters do not have any lasting responsibility to the situation, their actions or the outcome.

- Somehow a character like Tilla who has never been seen and lacks any personality outside of early Steven Universe Rose Quartz perfection is a loss that is elevated over the trauma we are allowed to very distantly experience in Fizzarolli's monologue.

- The fact that we still have no idea about who any of these characters were to appreciate the sense of loss that this episode was supposed to supply.

- Fizzarolli and Blitz make up completely by the end of a single episode.

- The lack of buildup to the disaster causes confusion as to why it ever happens. Blitz throwing the confession letter on the ground and walking away has no rhyme or reason to it.

This episode is a literal laundry list of bad choices and poor structuring. When a school teacher writes in the margin, "Show, don't tell," this is what they are talking about.

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[birchbow]

I’ve been thinking about drones and just the whole logistics of it all. They’ve got to pick up two contributions from every troll? One after another? So presumably the pails get filled ahead of time. Would a troll have enough time to help out more than one pitch/flush partner if there’s an odd number of trolls total? Or is someone just SOL if they’re on a ship with an odd number of trolls? Oh hell, on the dark carnival there’s sometimes prisoners - and jeez, what about them?? Ah this got kind of dark and now I’m second guessing sending it, but I’m curious about your thoughts, feel free to ignore if you like!

These ARE the questions lol. I've been hammering away and I'm putting together a theory I will call the Tax Fraud Drone Theory and I am figuring pieces of it out as I type this at two AM, lol. CW of course for drone-season/fuck-or-die related discussion because: terrible bug aliens from hellmurder planet.

tl;dr, drones are a basic system that expects to hit up trolls in tribal/village numbers and slowly, methodically iterate their way through. Their system isn't evolved for modern trollish community structures, and often won't have the storage capacity to hit every single troll or couple (especially in a whole city) before they head back to the Mother Grub--so you can gamble and get by with one quadrant. OR even dodge them completely, but the contagious effect of their pheromonal presence will make you real sorry if you do! Further extensive rambling under the cut.

SO: a concept.

The basic function of drones is to follow the pheromonal/scent trail of trolls to a population center and go down the line demanding donations. (Theoretically, hitting different areas of the planet in waves, always coming and going, so the whole population isn't incapacitated at once.)

in situations that would have been natural when trolls were first established as a species, drones would largely find you living in groups ranging from a small travelling clade to a manageably village-sized collection of hives, SO:

In those circumstances, the drones could simply progress logically from iteration to iteration, prioritizing people who haven't contributed and then starting over with the people who have had the longest break since their first contribution, until pitch and flush contributions have been collected from everybody and/or the people who can't keep up have been culled.

(Presumably people who were near the start of the chain and already checked both boxes sometimes find it in their heart/spades to flip pitch or flush with an unlucky straggler, although that's risky if you don't genuinely think you can summon up a compatible enough match to satisfy the drones)

This is part of the reason drone pheromones send trolls into such an altered state, because odds are good you'll have to be in the mood for a hot second while the drones work their way around your community, and also will have to fuck several times.

Plus, I could imagine it's not unheard-of on-planet for one drone to finish up and then another one to show up a day later, attracted by the increased number of trolls and their much "louder" pheromonal signature! If we assume the drones are a semi-sentient purpose-driven messenger evolved to serve the Mother Grub (which I do haha) it's not like they would have a database.

(Drone pheromones would also function as a sort of indirect, auxillary means of reinforcing their purpose--not having quadrants to bone down with when drones are around is harshly physically/ mentally taxing and even if you managed to evade them and/or lock yourself up alone, most trolls will be fucked up enough they'll end up culled shortly afterward anyway.)

While trolls can't produce drone pheromones themselves, they're triggered by it to involuntarily produce a similar substance, which is notably incredibly "contagious" to other trolls around them, so even one drone in an area can have far-reaching ripple effects of Horny Time

BUT: Even prior to the Rebellion of Beasts, in semi-modern Alternia, trolls often lived in much larger cities than the drones' basic biology and capabilities could iterate combinations for, and so they would just continue to fill buckets from the next "fresh" troll they caught a whiff of, preferentially alternating pitch and flush, until all the drones dispatched to the area had reached capacity.

THUS: while it's still crucial to have strong quadrants filled if you want to be relatively safe, not every troll will be necessarily be demanded to consummate both, but WATCH OUT

Basically in the same way that you COULD falsify your taxes, but you could get audited at any time and then you're fucked, you CAN go into drone season with just one quadrant (or even no quadrants at all if you're feeling incredibly lucky and live in a super crowded area). BUT if the drones happen to get to the end of a chain of quadrants and end up next door, and you're the nearest relatively "fresh" troll they sniff out, you're dead meat.

It's also possible to physically lock yourself away from the drones but it requires heavy fortifications--it's also wildly illegal and grounds for immediate culling, and fiercely policed by the community, since every troll that tries that shit makes it that much harder and more deadly for everybody else.

If you get caught by your neighbors building some kind of panic room or something you are IMMEDIATELY under intense scrutiny and you BETTER be seen out and about every single drone season. Or a neighbor is likely to take things into their own hands and take you out of the gene pool themself.

While usually the exponentially-increasing privilege of the hemospectrum makes higher bloods exempt from shit like that, the exponentially decreasing physical numbers of colder bloods means that a different kind of social pressure is leaning on highbloods, a more noblesse oblige expectation that you'll do your part to keep the ruling classes populated with fresh blood from powerful couplings.

That said, a rare few especially powerful or crucial members of the empire can be ruled exempt by the empress, which basically just means she says explicitly that you get to build a bunker and lock your door when the drones come around--along with one or two other trolls For Your Health.

The Grand Highblood, a handful of seadwellers from her court that don't tideally suck, and any especially competent imperial generals of the various divisions of her army tend to fall under exemption, although she'll revoke it off-handed if you fuck up, so there's a lot of impetus to stay on top of your game.

In modern Post-Rebellion Alternia, trolls out on the farthest warfronts have increasing amounts of time between drone seasons, because the drones have to fly out from Alternia, track down ships and then fly all the way back. This is one of the many ways the empire encourages people to get way the fuck out onto the frontlines.

But they could still show up at any time, including to ships actively on the war front, so like. you better watch out you better watch out YOU BETTER WATCH OUT YOU BETTER--

In cases like the Church Fleet as I've written it, where there are prisoners present on-ship, it's just kind of expected that their lives are going to hornily suck absolute shit for several days while the drones are on-board, but the fortifications to keep prisoners secure also do keep the drones out.

In pursuit of not having prisoners die prematurely of dehydration and exhaustion, which is a very real risk if you're just locked up by yourself alone during drone season, I'd guess a lot of ships with prisoners just kind of throw them in groups into cells with extra food/water supplies and come back to pick up the pieces after the drones are gone again.

In some ways, a better way to spend the drone season than most free trolls, because you're locked up and don't have to worry about the drones! But also: kind of a nightmare hahaaa @_@ And also you're still a troll prisoner so like. You're going to die eventually anyway.

It's not good! But like, what about the Alternian empire is tbh. Hell society of the murder-bugs.

Bonus concept I'm chewing on: pheromone trails are a workable sollution on-planet, but basically impossible to follow all the way out into space--the reason the drones can find you no matter how far away you run to set up a colony is that the Mother Grub and her drones actually folded the Glb'golyb into a symbiotic relationship early in Alternian history/troll evolution. Her psychic connection to every troll in the empire means that they can get general positioning data from her and then hone in by smell when they arrive within direct sensory range. The Mother Grub gets to fulfill her purpose, and Glb'golyb basically farms trolls and lusii for food, taking her tithe of flesh from the Mother Grub's worker bees trolls (the general population).

#Homestuck #drone season #ask time! #this also provides a social pressure for trolls (pretty violent packed into tight spaces together) to live in cities and colonies together #because there's security in numbers both from a war perspective and from a drone perspective. #much to ponder! it's now three thirty in the morning lol I have to stop poking at this. HAVE IT

[acourtofthought]

your last theory post is sooo true and the irony is that Azriel is like, the most angry and violent fae to ever walk the earth... they are so deeply mismatched it hurts that they have so much traction from people who don't understand their characterization.

You message is giving me a platform to bring up something I've been thinking about ever since I saw something in the Elain tag (posted by an E/riel) so thank you for that!

They were making fun of Elucien's and Gwynriels who claim that because Gwyn and Az both sing and are winners of the Rite, because Elain and Lucien are both good at talking to others and enjoy nature it means they're compatible in a way E/riel are not.

Their counter argument was that Rhys does not paint and Rowan does not play an instrument therefore an endgame pairing doesn't need to share in the same hobbies.

Which is valid.

But these are the exact same people who claim Vassa and Lucien are endgame because of the "Lord of Flame and Bird of Fire" line.

That's pretty much the entirety of what the Vassien ship is based on for them. Similar powers somehow equals endgame but not matching interests.

They'll claim it's also because Lucien blushed when Feyre called him an acolyte (though he looked right at his mate during that interaction) but they'll ignore how Az actually blushed at Mor and looked at her with yearning with Elain in the room. Or because Lucien looked relaxed talking to Vassa after the war but please show me what endgame pairing has looked like friends before beginning to fall for one another? I mean, in early days, not the enemies to friends to lovers trope she does during a characters arc. Please show me an SJM endgame pairing where the guy has been living with his supposed endgame love interest for an entire year as friends but still looks at another girl with longing? And not just any girl, his mate!

Similar interests are not the end all for a true match but neither are similar powers.

And when you look at the characters outside of their hobbies (as you pointed out in regards to their characterization), that's where their true compatibility shows.

Az is violent. Like seriously violent. Knows how to torture in a symphony of pain that made Feyre uncomfortable to witness just a bit of it violent.

Elain is bothered by cruelty and Az says she has no idea the things he's done.

Gwyn may not have witnessed Az torture a defenseless person but she has seen him slaughter men in front of her showing no mercy. She was also excited over the thought of the Valkyrie's crushing skulls.

I think it's pretty apparent which female is more compatible with Az.

Elain is very social, loves parties and balls, loves talking to people, loves sunshine.

Az is reserved, likes his space, is not very social, and prefers the shadows (and his are actually afraid of the sun). He says his shadows keep him company meaning they are independent of him, sentient.

Gwyn was training by herself in the cold of night and treated the shadows as if they were their own persons. She finds the most comfort in the library which is inside a mountain.

Elain has never acknowledged his shadows as individuals.

Lucien loves parties and is amazing at talking to others. He is also the heir to the Day Court throne and that means lots of Sun.

The author also said that Elain and Lucien are happiest in nature, something she's never said of Az.

Elain and Az don't need the same hobbies but it wouldn't be a terrible thing if they had some of them, correct?

That's still not the most important thing though, what is, is sharing in the same core values and they are not even close when it comes to those. Az and Elain might find one another attractive but they have nothing beyond looks that would keep them together.

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[ink-the-squid-gremlin]

Endouma is a terrible ship, and here is why.

‼️WARNING‼️: Post not only contains semi spoilers for KNY, but it also contains mentions of things like suicide, depression and noncon/sexual assault. If you are uncomfortable with those topics, please refrain from reading.

TLDR: Enmu and Douma are not compatible with each other because that ship is mostly built up on fetished MLM tropes, overly sexualized versions of the characters and the romanticization of SA.

(God, I feel like I have been posting nothing but hot takes on this account as of late. I promise I will go back to posting art, cosplays, and more just chill stuff after this.)

Enmu and Douma are not characters that should not be shipped together, for multiple reasons. Starting off, THEY ARE NOTHING ALIKE!!!! I don’t know where or how it was decided that they were alike, or that Enmu is “Douma 2.0”, but it makes no sense. While both are meant to be irredeemable monsters, Enmu was an irredeemable monster from the get go. From what we know about his backstory, he knew he was scamming people and targeting the weak and vulnerable for it. Douma’s backstory goes a bit more in depth and explains that he was put into the role of “all mighty god” as a child, which lead to the power of it going to his head as he grew up. Douma was still an impressionable child who was failed by the adults around him, and as he grew up he took on some of those same traits as the adults he was surrounded by. The bottom line is this: Douma, while a shitty person, still has some way to sympathize with him, Enmu does not, and thats just on the story side of things.

Enmu and Douma also share nothing in common personality wise. On face value, they may kinda act similar (i.e how they talk (sorta)) but it really just stops there. Enmu ultimately had a goal to kill Tanjiro and gain more blood from Muzan so he could climb the ranks of the demon hierarchy. He wanted to gain more power and to overthrow one of the upper moons for the sake of power. He doesn’t care how many people he has to torment, hurt or kill, as long as he has spot in power, he is happy, hell, he literally has vulnerable and even sick children do his dirty work! Enmu is a sick and twisted individual and he prides himself on that. Douma on the other hand put on the happy and up beat facade to hide that he knows he was failed. Douma is aware he was failed as a human, and so he decided to fail his followers by being the embodiment of false hope. He plays into the false icon lifestyle by pretending to be hopeful and happy around his followers and even the other demons to an extent. He doesn’t care so much about power, rather he cares more about control. Douma keeps up his false religion persona to keep control over his followers. He knows he’s failing them, but he doesn’t want to lose the control he has over them.

Now onto the elephant in the room: the mischaracterization I’ve seen of both of them in the Endouma ship. In both fanart and fanfics I’ve seen and read (well more so forced down my throat since thats all I’ve seen with Enmu in recent times) both Enmu and Douma are mischaracterized to high hell just so we as the reader/viewer will feel pity for them. I’ve seen more of this with Enmu, in that all the stuff that made him unique from the other KNY demons is stripped away so his “savior boyfriend” Douma can comfort him and coddle him. Now, writing an AU is one thing, but if you’re just going to make content of the ship with the characters as they are in the series, then their actual personalities should be honored or at the very least acknowledged.

Going more in depth about the mischaracterizing I’ve been seeing with Enmu, almost all (ALMOST all, not all in general) Endouma content I’ve seen have made him either a depressed and anxious baby that Douma is meant to coddle, or an overly fetishized hyper feminine man thats there simply for sexual reasons. It just goes against their roles in the story of KNY.

Going off of the hyper feminine man mischaracterization of Enmu I’ve seen in regards to the Endouma ship, having him be pretty much a “femboy” not only contradicts him as a character, but it also is pushing toxic heteronormativity on a queer relationship. Making Enmu essentially the “woman”, while putting toxic heteronormativity in a very much MLM ship, it also just boils him down to a sex object and nothing else. Now, I will not say that portraying Enmu as a very sexual and even gross character is wrong, because there were plenty of scenes in KNY of him that had very sexual and perverted undertones, but that is what they were, undertones. There is more to his character than just the sexual undertones he has (as I stated earlier when describing him), and by boiling him down to a “sex doll” for Douma just kind of shows that there wasn’t much of an understanding of his character while making the ship art or a fic. He is much more than a sex object.

Moving onto the mischaracterization I’ve seen of Douma, while not nearly as bad as Enmu, it still feels very off from his character. Making Douma someone who GENUINELY cares for another person is also very contradictory to how he acts in the series. He is someone who cares very little for anyone he comes to meet, whether it be his followers or other demons. Now you may be asking “but, Ink! Douma saw Daki and Gyutaro when they were on the verge of death and decided to save them!” Which is exactly what I am talking about. The only reason he “saved” them was to keep up his facade of a savior and to get himself “brownie points” (for lac of a better term) so his public appearance would look good. Because he cared very little for Daki and Gyutaro, it shows that he only cares about looking like a good person and nothing else. Portraying him as essentially “Enmu’s therapist” that coddles him and such just feels weird. Douma has no emotional connections to anyone, so why would he have an enmotional connection to a demon that is considered lower than him?

Now similar to what I said about Enmu earlier, Douma is also much more than a sex obsessed pervert. Douma being portrayed as basically a male nymphomaniac in the Endouma ship is a very strange way to portray his character. Yes, he may have been fine with letting women seek refuge in his temple, but again, it was to make him seem and look like a good person. We should all know, or at least have the understanding that Douma is literally a woman eater. The women he houses in his temple ultimately have the fate of being nothing more than food. Viewing his reason for taking in women as something sexually driven is a complete misunderstanding of his actions. This misunderstanding of Douma paired with the sexual misunderstanding of Enmu not only creates a toxic relationship, but it also fetishizes and sexualizes MLM pairings. This is something I��ve noticed more in Endouma art, but a lot of it that I have seen feels very fetish-y. I can’t go too in-depth about this aspect, as I am a queer woman, but the way the ship is portrayed in a lot of the art I have seen of it feels as though it is pandering to the appeal of yaoi obsessed straight girls. While yaoi has been a term used for decades to refer to MLM based pairings in media like anime and manga, over the past couple of years, its meaning has become more based around fetishizing MLM pairings rather than just being about MLM pairings.

I now want to bring up something that I’ve seen associated with Endouma (and also the Enmuzan ship, but that is a topic for another time) that really makes me uncomfortable, and that is noncon and the romanization sexual assault. I don’t want to talk too much about this topic, as it is not only triggering for me, but it should also be common sense that fetishizing sexual assault is wrong. Again, this is more so something I have seen in artwork, but it seems almost normalized for Douma to be portrayed forcing himself onto Enmu. Now, I know you are all probably saying “Ink, if you don’t like it/are triggered by it, then don’t interact with it”, but when its all that has been made in regards to newer Enmu content as of late, and how people are hyping it up, its kind of hard to avoid. It makes me truly question just how many people really missed the point of their characters, and only focused on things like Enmu being more androgynous, and Douma being tall and muscular. In a general sense, if a ship is built on, or is popular from fetishized and romanticized sexual assault, it shouldn’t be a ship.

Finally, I just want to mention that these characters have NEVER once interacted in canon. I know that hasn’t stopped people from shipping characters before, but it’s just something I want bring up. (As well as the fact that the Upper Moon’s hate the Lower Moons)

I want to end off this post by saying that all of this is by no means targeted at a specific person, nor am I trying to say that my opinion is correct. I am just stating my own opinions and just stating observations I have made after being in the KNY/Enmu fanbase for nearly 4 years now. People are allowed to ship characters together (within reason) however they like, but just be aware of how it will look on your own part, and what views it may look like you have.

#squidposting #inkposts #ink talks #enmu #demon slayer #Endouma #lotus dreams #Enmu X Douma #kny hot take #I will reiterate from my last paragraph that I am by no means trying to target any specific person #I am just sharing something I have noticed about the Endouma ship #and how it makes me a bit uncomfortable #if you like that ship it is completely fine #like I said I’m just sharing my own opinions and thoughts #as well as my own experience with content of that ship #I also wanted to provide my interpretations of both characters to also just kind of back up my opinions #so it wouldn’t look like I’m making baseless claims and such #again I am not targeting a specific person I am just stating opinions and observations I’ve made

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41: “I could spend years between your legs, having only your cunt to sustain me.”, Clark Kent, 2: Friends to lovers,alpha Clark and beta reader please🥺🥺

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Changes, Time to Face the Strange

Alpha!Clark Kent x beta?reader

Time may change me, but you can’t change time.

Warnings: slight co-dependency, mentions of chronic illness and painful ovulation, smut, surprises, little bit of angst but not really, references to sex toys, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex while ovulating + cream-pie = recipe for disaster but we love it, claiming, knotting

WC: 3.4k

A/N: Title is from the David Bowie song “Changes”

A/N 2: I kind of switched up the request a bit, I hope you don’t mind!

Minors DNI

41: “I could spend years between your legs, having only your cunt to sustain me.” 2: Friends to lovers 2: A/B/O

1000 Follower Celebration

Scents were always terribly overwhelming for Clark. The constant stream of natural perfume from the thousands of omegas and other alphas in the city gave Clark debilitating headaches if he didn’t force himself to ‘cleanse his pallet’ so to speak. That’s where his best friend came in.

You. The beta next door that had moved with him to Metropolis from Kansas. The pair of you were inseparable since you met in day care. Always holding hands, joined at the hip, you did everything together, barely able to stand being apart for more than a few hours. More times than she could count, Martha had found you in Clark’s bed or received a call from your parents that he was in yours.

And when his powers started showing up, you stood by him, supported him through it all. Everyone in your town expected you to be mates, the way you loved each other unconditionally, how seamlessly you fit into each other’s lives, like it was meant to be. But when Clark presented as an alpha, getting his first rut in the middle of your homecoming dance (you were of course his date), and you continued on without a heat or a rut, you knew it was too good to be true that you could so easily find your one true love.

Admittedly, both of you were heartbroken. You knew, deep in your hearts, that you were soulmates. Even if your biologies weren’t compatible, it didn’t stop you from being the closest of friends. You bought an apartment right across the hall from him, barely used since you spent most nights in his place anyway.

You respected each other’s relationships, but they never lasted long. Too much jealousy from the partners but you both weren’t willing to give up your friendship for anyone. So, you settled with being single the rest of your lives just so you could have each other.

Clark’s senses felt muddled and overwhelmed from the day. As he climbed up the last flight of stairs in his apartment building, he made a b-line straight for your door, shoving his key (it had the superman symbol on it) into the lock and barging straight in. Immediately, the pounding behind his eyes dulled as the artificial scent of your apartment overcame him. It was a mixture of clean laundry and freshly baked cookies, which you always had in a novelty batman cookie jar on your counter.

It was comforting. The lack of pheromones soothed him, his shoulders slumping as the stress of the day was washed away. “Bunny? You home?” He already knew you were but he was trying to be polite. “In here.” Came a weak call from the bathroom. He slipped off his suit coat, leaving it and his satchel bag on the kitchen counter.

The door to your small ensuite was open wide and he could clearly see you laying in the tub, steam rising from the full bath. The wet washcloth over your eyes and the very full glass of red wine in your grasp could only mean one thing. “Cramps flaring up again?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

Kneeling down on the tile floor, Clark rested his arms on the porcelain, studying your face. His blue eyes flicked down to your body which was covered by the thick layer of foam you always used. He could see just a hint of your soft curves through breaks in the bubbles. Sometimes he couldn’t believe you were a beta. With thick thighs and hips, as well as a plump belly and wide waist, you had the body of an ideal omega, just the same as he was considered the ideal alpha.

You nodded, downing the alcohol before answering. “Yeah, they started coming on earlier today. I had to leave work early. But at least it isn’t as bad as the ones I get on my period.” 

His eyebrows scrunched together. “Why didn’t you call me?” You sighed, pulling the washcloth from your eyes, which were puffy. You had obviously been crying from the pain. You were diagnosed with an unknown chronic illness when you were 15. The agony you experienced twice a month broke his heart, you tended to hole yourself up, not moving, desperately trying to ignore the stabbing pain in your gut. 

“You had that big interview with Bruce Wayne today, I didn’t want to distract you.” You placed the glass down by his feet in favour of cupping his chilled jaw, already feeling his 5 o’clock shadow. “Yeah right,” He rolled his eyes, “You just didn’t want to be a ‘burden’” He lifted his hands, making finger quotes, which caused you to giggle.

“I’m alright bubs, I just needed a hot bath and some wine. And take out?” Your thumb rubbed the apple of his cheek. “I guess you want me to go pick some up huh?” “I mean, you are the one who can fly.” He chuckled, kissing your fingers. He grabbed your glass as he stood back up, his knees popping.

“I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

——————

With a full belly and your comfort movie playing on the television, you felt that you could finally relax. Clark had literally turned you into a burrito, completely bundling you up in the fluffiest blanket he could find and placing you between his legs on the couch so you could lean into his strong chest and his hands placed on your big stomach, applying steady pressure exactly where you needed it.

His nose was buried in your neck, inhaling what he referred to as your ‘non-scent’. Since he presented, Clark loved to tell you about all the scents people had. But he always said that yours was his favourite. He described it as a summer breeze. Clean and refreshing that immediately calmed him down and soothed his nerves. 

You doubted that he could smell anything since betas don’t have a scent but you indulged him anyway. You sighed as the pain finally let up. It was in moments like these that you let yourself pretend for a minute, that you could actually be mates, that he could love you in a way that only an alpha could love an omega. You felt cursed and let down by your body.

Clark must’ve sensed your spiraling thoughts (you had a sneaking suspicion that Kryptonians were telepathic but he would constantly deny it) because he kissed the soft skin of your neck and raised his head. “Penny for your thoughts?” You just shrugged. He didn’t like that.

“Come on, teeeeellllllllll meeeeeeee.” He whined shaking you in your blanket prison. “Clark! It’s nothing!” You giggled spinning in his grasp slightly so you could look into his bright blue eyes. “Why don’t I believe you~” He sing songed, squeezing your sides tightly. Snuggling back into his chest, you took a deep breath.

“I wish I was an omega sometimes, y’a know.” You muttered, wiggling a hand out of the blanket to play with the buttons on his shirt. “Why bunny?” You knew Clark could hear the loud thumps of your heart. He looked down at you with such concern and love that it made your chest ache. “Cause then we could be together.” It came out as a whisper, a secret you had held on to for so long. A confession that had been eating away at you since the moment he presented.

Cupping your cheek, he kissed the tip of your nose, his thin lips warm, if not slightly chapped against your skin. “Why don’t we try?” Your teary eyes looked up at him, wide with shock. “B-but what about your ruts? A-and if an omega comes along and you-“ You were cut off by a fierce kiss that knocked the breath from your lungs.

With a quick move, Clark was now above you, his hands planted on the cushion behind your head. The blanket had been pulled away from your body so he could nestle his hips between your thick thighs. His lips devoured yours as his tongue snaked into your mouth. You moaned into him as he put more of his weight onto you, pushing his hips forward. You could feel the heat coming from him, you were burning for him, just the same as he burned for you.

You had kissed Clark before, when you were both 12 and wondering what it would be like. But it was nothing like this. Lust and desire poured from him as he grinded his aching cock against your covered pussy, his tongue battling for dominance against yours. Your lungs screamed for air but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from the alpha, not when you were finally getting what you always wanted. 

Propping himself on his forearms, he dragged his head up, capturing your bottom lip in his pearly whites, biting down just hard enough to send a shiver of pleasured pain down your spine. His azure eyes were now black with lust, his chest heaving, even if he didn’t necessarily need to breathe. “You have been all I wanted. My ruts don’t matter, I’ve used toys practically all my life. And I’ll keep doing it if it means that I can have you.” He nuzzled his nose onto your own.

“But I can’t satisfy you like an omega can.” “But I love you, not some omega. We are soulmates and we can make this work. I promise.” You wanted to protest more, terrified of getting hurt but the way that Clark was now kissing up your neck combined with your usual horniness from ovulating, your body was thrumming with anticipation and need. He nipped your earlobe before whispering. “I love you, so much Bunny.”

You snapped.

Your ankles locked around his taut ass, pushing him into you as you rolled your hips up. “Take me to bed.” You whimpered, hands running up his muscular back. Clark groaned into your neck. “As you wish.”

Pulling you into his arms, he strode across the apartment with purpose, maybe using a bit of super speed. But who could blame him, the most beautiful girl in the world had just asked him to take her to bed while grinding on his cock. He shivered as you lathered his throat with kisses and bites, like you were trying to mark him. And he fucking loved it.

Your hands buried in his black hair, tugging on it with all your might but he only felt a slight burn in his scalp that made him throb in his work pants. You bounced on the bed as Clark threw you down. He lost no time, pulling off his shirt and letting it fall to the floor, his pants quickly following. Trying to keep up, you yanked your top up and threw it over the side of the bed, leaving you in your baby blue panties. Your hands slid down your body, fingers slipping under the seam of your underwear. And while maintaining eye contact with the powerful alpha at the end of the bed, you pulled them down your shapely legs. 

Scrunching them up, you threw the damp fabric at him. He caught the panties with ease, bringing them up to his nose and inhaling deeply, his eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck.” He growled and then he pounced.

You were suddenly pinned to the mattress, strong arms wrapping around your thick waist and his head buried between your thighs. “Claaaark!” You moaned, attempting to buck your hips. His grip tightened just enough to keep you in place as he took a long lick up your slit, swallowing your juices. 

“I could spend years between your legs, having only your cunt to sustain me.” He groaned into you, desperately feasting on your pussy. His nose pushed perfectly into your clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. This was better than anything you had ever felt before. 

Better than any fumble in the dark with your high school boyfriend. Better than those moments alone with a vibrator. Your mind was going blank with pleasure. Your hands flew to his curls, pulling him closer to your core as the tension in your tummy grew. Your back arched upwards as a thick finger breached you, crooking perfectly to brush against your g-spot.

“o-oh my god! Oh my god!” You screamed, thighs clamping down on Clark’s head, another finger entering you. “That’s my girl. My good girl.” He moaned, voice muffled against your flesh. He sucked your clit into his hot mouth, winding you tighter and tighter. You thrashed in his grip, messing up the sheets below you as you were frantically driven higher. “‘M gonna cum!”

“Cum for me bunny. Please.” He pleaded. “Clark!” Your legs locked around his neck as you froze, the knot in your belly snapping. He milked your orgasm, fingers thrusting in and out of you as he continued to suckle on your bundle of nerves. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, it was too much and not enough all at once.

As the burn of overstimulation began to thrum within you, the alpha pulled away, face covered in your release, his gorgeous blue eyes dangerously dark. He licked his fingers clean, slurping up your cum like it was some rare delicacy. “You’re the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.” Your head fell back and you hid your face in your hands. “Claaaark, you can’t say stuff like that!” 

Loosely grabbing your wrists, he pulled your hands away from your face. “Well it’s true.” He smirked, dipping down to kiss you again. Your arms wound around his neck, pulling at the little curls on the back of his skull. His hands skirted down your curves, holding your wide hips tightly, grinding himself into you as the kiss began to heat up.

“Can I make love to you now?” He whispered against your lips like he was waiting for you to say no. “Yes.” You whimpered, heat building up in your belly once more. Without breaking the kiss, Clark dragged down his boxers just enough to free his aching cock. His left hand flew down to his length, squeezing the base tightly, where his knot was already beginning to form, to stave off his release. It was too much for him. You were finally underneath him, completely naked, begging for him to fuck you, the taste of your cunt still lingering on his tongue.

Rubbing the fat head of his cock up and down your slit, he coats himself in your juices. “You sure?” He asks. “Yes please, I need you so bad.” With one last peck to your swollen lips, he pushes in.

“Oh oh fuck.” He groaned, head dropping to the crook of your neck as he steadily fed you his cock. You were stretched beyond belief but he kept going. No sounds escaped you and by the time his knot was firmly pressed against your already full pussy, your eyes had rolled to the back of your skull and your jaw was hanging open, ragged breaths bubbling up from your throat.

Your nails scraped down his back as your legs crossed around his ass, keeping his firm body pinned tightly to your soft one. “Don’t know if I’m going to last, you’re so fucking tight.” His thrusts were soft, like he was terrified of breaking you. Growls rumbled in his chest as he rolled his hips down into you, his lesser desperate to mark you as his, even if it wasn’t possible.

“I love you. God I love you so much. You’re the reason I get up every day. The reason I keep going. I’ve loved you for so long I don’t know what it’s like to not love you, and I never want to know.” He murmured in your ear as his cock delicately pushed against your cervix, making you shiver with ecstasy. The ridge of his tip rubbed against your g-spot with every thrust.

Your teeth clamped down on the slightly raised skin of his scent gland. His hips stuttered. “D-do that again. Harder.” You complied, biting down as hard as possible, knowing there’s no way you could ever physically hurt him. His cock throbbed within you, sending you even higher. His pelvic bone ground into your clit as he moved. 

Your entire body was on fire, your nerves alight with pleasure as his pace sped up, both of you desperate for your ends. With his chest pressed tightly against your own, there wasn’t a centimeter of space between you.

A whine of “Alpha” slipped from your throat and Clark lost all control. He slammed forward and your vision went dark. The headboard slammed into the wall, Clark’s hands tearing your sheets apart as he gripped them. “Omega.” He growled but you couldn’t hear him over the sound of blood rushing through your ears. You were hurtling towards the edge of a giant cliff, both terrified and thrilled for the fall.

The slapping of skin and Clark’s almost feral growls push you further and further up. And then, without any warning, you fall. The band inside you snapped and you screamed. “Alpha!”

A searing pain ripped through your neck but it only served to have another wave of pleasure crash down on you. Your back arched as much as possible beneath the larger man and with one last forceful thrust, he was buried completely inside of you, his knot fully expanded. Clark threw his head back and howled, following you over the edge, his cum practically burning you from the inside as he filled you up with his seed. 

Your eyes widened at the sight of blood coating his mouth, your hand shooting up to your throat, where a large circular wound now lay. “Clark, what did you do?” His eyes finally fluttered open, still hazy from coming down from his high. “Oh god. I-I claimed you.” He delicately touched the torn skin. “I’m so sorry, I think I lost control.” You sat up on your elbows. “But I can’t be claimed. It’s impossible.”

“Ok ok. We’ll figure this out. Let’s start by cleaning you up.” As he tried to pull away, you winced in pain. “No.” You muttered, eyes dropping to your crotch. Clark’s face paled and looked down. You were tied together, his knot plugging you up. “Ok well that’s even more impossible.”

Suddenly, your head shot up. “You called me omega.” “You called me alpha.” He retorted. “That’s not the point. I’m a beta dumbass.” You slapped his hairy peck and tried to pull yourself up even more. Clark wrapped an arm around your plump waist and flipped you so he could sit against the headboard as you straddled him.

“This is impossible right?” You asked, hands planted firmly on his chest. “Yeah but it could be possible that it isn’t.” Your head tilted in confusion. “What do you mean?” “What if everyone thought you were a beta because your heats were not very powerful and your scent was soft. I mean, you started getting those really bad cramps when you started puberty right?” You nodded.

“And you always get really really clingy around this time of month and your scent gets stronger.” “I don’t have a-“ He cuts you off. “You do, I promise you do. Maybe I’m the only one that can smell it because I’m not human.” His thumb rubs the middle of the bite on your shoulder. “And I don’t know about you, but this feels like a scent gland.”

Carefully prodding the tender skin, you felt it, the slightly raised peak of a scent gland. It was small, a lot smaller than a normal omega’s would be, but it was there all the same. “Holy hell.” You felt like your world had done a complete 180. “We always knew we were soulmates so what if your scent and heats were less powerful so that my senses wouldn’t get overwhelmed when we were together.”

“That would explain why I get those cramps for a week every month.” You realised. “I’m an omega!” You squirmed with happiness, embracing your mate tightly as tears of joy streamed from your eyes. Clark chuckled and kissed your head before cupping your cheek so your eyes could meet. “But beta, omega, even alpha. I don’t care about any of that. I love you.” “I love you too.”

The room was bathed in orange light as the sun began to set. “Can we stay like this for a while?” You felt his knot fade but you couldn’t stand the thought of being empty again. He just held you tighter and whispered. “As you wish.”

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50k is Overrated: NaNoWriMo from a Disabled Author's Perspective

While it’s great to reach 50,000 words, it should not be a measure of success! Being a successful writer can be different for everyone, especially if you’re disabled. NaNo participant Quinn Clark talks about their experiences participating in NaNo as a disabled writer and writing tips to keep in mind.

NaNoWriMo is the gold standard for adrenaline fueled productivity. Oh, the allure of telling all your friends you wrote 50,000 words in a month! No wonder we all get so excited each year.

But what happens when you have a disability which conflicts with the caffeine-bingeing, late-night-sprint lifestyle so associated with NaNo?

Here’s the secret: NaNoWriMo isn’t really about the 50k. It’s about progress — whatever that looks like to you. The path to 50k is just the most well-known version of NaNoWriMo: it’s less a hard-and-fast rule, and more a landmark to guide your writing journey.

I’m an author, and I’ve participated in NaNoWriMo every year for twelve years. I also have a disability called Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (CPTSD). CPTSD affects me in a variety of ways: dissociation, panic attacks, and a medley of unpredictable physical symptoms which make my day-to-day life difficult to navigate. As is true for countless disabled and/or neurodivergent writers, no matter how much I want to do everything at once, some days my functioning is reduced and I need time for rest, support, and recovery.

So, what does my NaNoWriMo success rate look like? Well, I’ve ‘won’ NaNoWriMo (hit the 50k words within November) seven times out of those twelve attempts, with a cumulative word count of 446,760 words.

“Oh, that’s terrible!” some of you may cry. “How have you lost so many times?”

“Man, I wish I could write that much,” others might lament. “How have you done NaNo every year for so long?”

I’ve had both of these responses from different writers before, and that fact reveals something important. Your writing process is a unique and personal thing, and it won’t always be compatible with other people’s standards. Here’s a question:

Does the 1k someone writes for one NaNoWriMo matter less than the 50k they wrote for another?

Of course not. Everyday, we wake up to our social media feeds glutted with success stories and the pervasive idea that burnout is the path to success. This notion is incompatible with disability and neurodiversity, and is therefore inaccessible. While this style of breakneck working is great for meeting your short-term goals, it is awful for consistent, meaningful progress — and even more so for your well-being. Forcing yourself to write when you’re fatigued, nauseous, exhausted, dissociated and/or depressed is a sure-fire way to associate writing with punishment, rather than joy and weirdness and creativity. Yes, many of us enjoy writing when we’re feeling bad as a form of escapism — but foregoing self-care in the name of hitting arbitrary word targets is unhealthy, and is not in the spirit of NaNoWriMo. No matter how many words you make yourself write, if you are suffering to get them down, your writing will suffer alongside you.

…So how do we win?

Don’t worry — it’s not all doom and gloom. You deserve to take care of yourself, whether you’re writing or not. Here are some tips for making NaNoWriMo a disability-friendly experience:

1. Listen to your body and brain now, not later.

Many of us are guilty of this (I’m looking at you, fellow neurodivergent writers!): pushing past the need to eat, or drink, or use the bathroom because you ‘need’ to hit today’s target. Perhaps you’re deep in hyperfocus, or are feeling guilty for taking yesterday off because you couldn’t get out of bed. That’s okay — don’t beat yourself up! Remember to treat accountability for your needs the same way you treat accountability for your writing. Listen to what your brain and body are trying to tell you: NaNoWriMo, or any similar project, is not more important than your well-being. Take that nap, grab that snack, and spend the day bundled in bed if you need to. A burnt-out writer will just start to hate the writing process. I promise you start responding to your own needs, your desire to write will gradually return. After all, writers find it impossible to stay away from the craft!

2. Commiserate with others.

There is great power in sharing your experiences. For years I kept quiet about my mental health struggles, thinking that if people knew about my condition, I wouldn’t be seen as a ‘real’ writer. But something magical happened the first time I spoke to a friend about my disability affecting my writing: they felt able to open up too. Being honest about your bad days in a way which is comfortable for you is a magnificent vulnerability. You humanise yourself in the eyes of others, and in turn are humbled by the strength of your fellow writers. Regardless of diagnosis, label or background, the human desire to be understood and validated is incredibly valuable. You may find that talking helps make your writing journey a good bit lighter.

3. Allow yourself to fail.

‘Failure’is an acidic word to writers — but it doesn’t need to be. You are not a failure because you didn’t reach a goal. You are not a failure because you changed plans. You are not a failure because you are sick, or tired, or working on a different schedule. All those NaNos I did where I didn’t hit the 50k are still so important: one sentence, one word, one idea is still better than nothing at all. You don’t need to plot every missed deadline or ‘unproductive’ work day against a graph of your own self-worth. Be proud of your achievements, and look to the next challenge — whatever that may be.

Good luck to you all on your writing journeys! And the next time you start down that self-flagellating hate-spiral for needing a couple hours off, remember: You can’t pour from an empty cup, and you can’t write as an empty writer.

Quinn Clark is an award-winning author, poet and researcher from the North East of England. A fan of unfiction, folklore and etymology, Quinn weaves narratives of trauma with fantastical characters to provide an insight into the misunderstood experiences of disability.Quinn has a children's colouring book commissioned by Ladybird Books due for publication next year, and is working on their ACE-funded debut novel: the science fiction-fantasy romp Out of Your Depth, following an exhausted scientist who gains the ability to transform into an octopus. You can learn more about their work on their website (https://quinnclark.co.uk), or over on their Twitter (@adashofseaglass). They also have an essay in Kat Brown's upcoming Unbound publication, 'No One Talks About This Stuff'. Photo by Keren Fedida on Unsplash

#nanowrimo #writing #amwriting #writing advice #disability #neurodiversity #by nano guest #quinn clark #disabled writers

[jacely]

Was thinking “hey :) what a fun idea it would be to participate in the Vesuvia Weekly!” so… here i am. + maybe some Fallon lore?

The Arcana Main 6 x Fallon dynamics

Asra: Such pure best friends it’s insane. They are one and the same, sharing clothes, a bed, food, friends. Fallons family has even pretty much adopted them into the family. it’s not unoften to hear them switch between calling eachother “friend” and “sibling/sister”. Asra = worlds best wingman, as well. they just have a very simple, chill friendship. If they are in the same room together then they are probably cuddling or having a deep talk about the Arcana. “Damn… you really stole my bitch.” -Asra, probably, to Nadia. they bond over how much they don’t like Lucio and how much they love Nadia. Definitely eachothers pillar. They know eachothers brain like it’s their own.

Nadia: Incredibly compatible (as well as in love). there’s a strong understanding between the two of them when it comes to status and the work that comes with it. they experience a lot of the same insecurities and problems. competitivity, constant striving to be better, dealing with royalty, building a city/country back from ruins. Fallon knows exactly when to offer help, to give her space, or when to pull her away from her work to give her a break when it’s needed. they both struggle with trust issues and seemingly the weight of the entire world on their shoulders, Nadia admires Fallons optimism through it and Fallon cherishes Nadia’s clear mind and problem solving. There is the fear of falling back into a coma for Nadia while Fallon has the fear that death will randomly decide it wants her soul back, leading them to many late night talks and rationalizing of their fears and comfort. there’s just a perfect balance of give and take in this relationship, one always willing to pick up where the other is falling behind. The relationship is well-communicated, comfortable, and supporting. it’s rare for people of their backgrounds to find someone that fully understands them, but fortunately for them, they’ve struck gold. Even if they didn’t work out as lovers (which… they definitely DO end up working out) they would still be the best of friends.

Julian: drinking buddies. Julian suffered through Fallons original disliking of him… he BROKE into her SHOP. Who is going to pay for the damages ?!?! but they ended up getting close during the whole devil fiasco. if Julian is up on a table dancing and singing… Fallon is probably on the next table doing the same thing (but better singing). anytime they go out they almost always end up sprawled on the palace steps, eventually discovered by a bemused countess. Julian genuinely does get better when it comes to his

‘self-sacrifice problems’, thanks to Fallon and very stern Portia and Nadia. He’s such a fun and great dude! they do need a lot of breaks from each other, though. they both have their own struggles, and are definitely not the type of friendship where they talk to eachother abt them. invite eachother out for parties or sleepovers with the friends, but unlikely to go to eachother when it’s a rough mental health night.

Muriel: complicated. they both struggle with the trauma associated to killing and harming others, but they deal with it in such different ways that it ends up being a rift instead. Fallon enjoys Muriel, he reminds her of her brother (height AND broodiness), she wants to sit and gently bring him out of his shell! She has the knowledge of how to deal with such introverted people (her line of past work often required it), and is confused when Muriel still seems to shut her out, she keeps trying nonetheless, excited at the prospect of a budding friendship with him. Muriel, however… dislikes her. The way she rationalizes her past of killing with “i did what i had to do” so easily bothers him. her openness about it compared to his silence leaves just the slightest resentment for eachother. Fallon knows that trauma does terrible things to people but still struggles understanding why he can’t understand that he also just did what he had to do. Muriel feels like Fallon is too nonchalant about taking life. It takes him coming terms with his own past in order to start letting Fallon in. so… Dislike to dislike to… friendly Acquaintance…? Fallon is oblivious to the fact that he dislikes her, which leaves a lot of room for her to be excited about seeing him and him being like “:( not again”.

Portia: By proximity they are friends. they are both very close to Nadia which makes them kinda have to be close to eachother. Of course, they are both fun, relatively friendly women, so it’s not a problem in the slightest. they are both a little Hot-headed, overprotective of the countess, and optimistic. they’re actually pretty compatible friends. Fallon does feel like Portia is perhaps maybe too much of a crybaby, she was raised around soldiers… crying was for mourning, or much more serious matters. What was the point in crying over a dropped cake? These opinions are never spoken outloud, fallon is aware that her outlook is askew, and instead hugs Portia and supports her through her tears anyways. Once again, Fallon finds a wingman in a friend. A eyebrow wiggle or a wink is commonplace between them. Fallon needs help getting a date night planned without Nadia knowing? Portia’s got her back. Portia finds that young man at the ball attractive? Pffft, Fallons gonna make sure they dance together when the music starts. Portia is genuinely starstruck by Fallon. She is such an open book, even if not all the content is pretty, it makes Portia feel bad about her secrecy and makes her want to exhibit that courage more often. …To say Portia didn’t have a little crush on her at first would be a lie.

Lucio: hell. flames. anger. hatred. Honestly, if lucio wasn’t such a crybaby bitch then they would probably be friends. HOWEVER. he IS a crybaby bitch and sucks ass, in Fallons opinion. He has caused too many problems for the people she loves for her to even slightly like him. If he were to show up at Vesuvia ever again he is getting dropkicked into outer space. Lucio feels an abundance of jealousy towards my hot-headed little magician, she took his spot !!! his wife !!! his dogs !!! this little rat took his whole life, he hates her as much as she hates him. they are soulmates but for haters.

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[writingquestionsanswered]

Hello,

I'm writing a romance fanfiction with an alternate identities twist (characters know each other in real life but also fall in love when they're in their 'alter egos' mode).

It's going decently well, except it's really hard for me to get the two characters to start talking in the first place.

One of them pours wine on the other and they begin a conversation, but I don't know how to go from "sorry for dumping wine on you' to actually talking.

I'm sorry if this question sounds long winded, but do you have any tips?

Thank you!

Sparking Interest (and Dialogue) After a Meet-Cute

We interact with new people all the time. We accidentally get in their way at the grocery store and laugh it off. We share a laugh at the gas pumps over something random that happens. We hold the office door open for them or vice versa. This is just living in a society. If we struck up a relationship with every person we interacted with, we'd be swamped with relationships. So, what takes an otherwise run-of-the-mill social interaction from that to the start of a relationship? A mutual spark of interest.

When two people interact for the first time, in order for something more to develop, there needs to be a mutual spark of interest. It could be as simple as mutual physical attraction, but more often it's the realization of some commonality or recognition of compatibility. For example, in a run-of-the-mill social interaction, Character A would spill wine on Character B, Character B would fret and Character A would apologize profusely. Character B would wipe it up and try to wave it off as no big deal. Character A would probably apologize again, Character B would reiterate that it's not a problem, and that would probably be that. They would go their separate ways, Character A feeling bad about the mishap, and Character B probably off to the restroom to deal with the stain.

But, if we want this to become something more... if we want the dialogue to be more than profuse apology and "don't worry about it," we need to find something to spark the characters' mutual interest. For example, maybe as Character B is wiping away the wine, they joke that it's a shame to waste even terrible, inexpensive wine. And then Character A laughs and says they're glad they're not the only one who thought the wine was terrible, adding that they were afraid they'd become a bit of a wine snob after visiting some wineries in France. This perks Character B's ears, because they also spent some time in France. "Where in France?" and Character A responds with wherever, to which Character B says, "What a funny coincidence! I spent a year there in college, and just went back to visit two years ago." And there you have it... a spark of mutual interest because they have something in common... France, or this particular region of France. Now they have something to talk about, and talking about the time they both spent in France opens up other likes, dislikes, interests, etc. Maybe it comes out that they both studied European Literature. Or maybe it comes out that they both grew up in New York. Maybe this leads to the realization that they're both theater geeks... and the rest is history.

So, that's the key... find something one of the characters can grab onto to start a conversation that leads to the discovery of mutual interests, or even just compatibility--liking the same thing, disliking the same thing, sharing an opinion on something. These things spark discussion, which leads to more discoveries of things in common, and pretty soon they hit it off and bond a little. Next time they meet, they're practically old friends, which makes it even easier to talk, and even easier to take things to the next step... deciding to hang out or go on a date, exchanging phone numbers or e-mail addresses, etc.

Happy writing!

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[m1ckeyb3rry]

SitH thoughts under the cut for the roughly two people that have read that story:

- why is Y/N so shippable with EVERY character EXCEPT FOR COLT (literally the main love interest)

- like the conversation with reiner on the bridge??? so romantic and for what…wdym you wished you knew each other in a world where you weren’t both terrible people. wdym you’ll meet each other in another life some time. WDYM YOU’LL FIND HER IN THAT NEXT LIFE HUH REINER 🤨🤨🤨🤨

- her and hadrian have a narrative reason to be shipped so ig i can’t complain about that but i still can’t get over the impact that he has had on everyone reading the story. bro was there for 1.5 chapters max and he’s still on everyone’s minds even now. those pseudo-italian genetics are strong i suppose

- i have actually tried to figure out why it is that friedrich seems like more of a love interest than colt at times though (besides me being the BIGGEST victim of second lead syndrome) and i think i’ve finally got it!!

- the story is essentially Y/N’s life story, and while it was inspired out of a love for colt, the story more so focuses on the effects of things like war on a person (in this case Y/N), and how “cool girl boss beating up and killing people and getting no trauma from it” is a trope that just doesn’t make sense. so Y/N was created first and foremost to be a way to depict these impacts and to be a character that does questionable things and is faced with real consequences for them instead of just being hailed as a hero

- meanwhile colt is a character i’ve borrowed from isayama, so i can’t do much about his base characterization (although i’ve certainly pushed the limits on that), but i was the person to make friedrich, and as his writer, i can say that he was quite literally created just to love Y/N. of course he does other things and has other relationships and (hopefully) seems like a character that has more to him than just ‘being in love with Y/N’, but that doesn’t change the fact that at his core, being in love with Y/N is his narrative purpose, just like showing Y/N the other sides of war is hadrian’s. this is especially hard for me to navigate when writing because i have to show that while also trying to make sure that he doesn’t take over the story (which is after all a colt fic).

- i would say that in the beginning, her and colt were closer due to their more compatible personalities, but her during (and post) war personality is much more in line with friedrich’s just because he’s a lot more cynical and blunt. i’m somewhat limited by the canon in terms of how things like athyae affect colt because he does have a generally kind and almost naive?? personality in the small crumbs we get of him in the show, so i have to balance that with also making sure that everything he goes through does have an effect on who he is as a person the way it does on friedrich and Y/N

- this story is going to be so sad in the end. like it’s already probably my least happy work just because of the grim stuff that it covers, but i would like to reemphasize that Y/N’s life…is not that great. i think she’s my most tragic Y/N because everything that happened to her was brought about by a choice she made — to be a warrior candidate, which is not something she was forced to do. the L/Ns were decently well off, her parents loved her, and she was generally happy if not bored with her life pre-candidacy. but then she made that one fatal mistake and now she’s become what she is and she can never really leave and it leads to a general life of pain anguish and suffering (although i will say that my best friend heard my plans for the ending and said that it was relatively happy compared to what i normally write, so take that as you will)

- i forgot how self-aware the characters are at some points. there’s this one scene where friedrich and colt literally make fun of how many guys like Y/N (because at the end of the day she’s still Y/N duh ofc she’s beautiful everyone likes her) and it’s so unserious…even despite how heavy the fic can get there is some levity here and there which i forgot about tbh. but the story will literally go from Y/N having a crisis about something to friedrich and colt saying some bs like “i really admire [him] for not being one of the many men to instantly fall in love with you” “true seems like he really had remarkable self-restraint” “what a commendable fellow”

- i love marek and i am very sorry for what i put him through but would i do it again?? yes. also he and Y/N are rlly cute together

- at this point i’ve gotten so attached to these characters that i could genuinely write fics about them. like fanfics about a literal fanfic. fanfiception.

- atm i think writing one of those otome isekai stories (they are my guilty pleasure) with Y/N from this fic specifically would be so fucking funny and honestly i might do it just for personal enjoyment but idk if i would ever post it because it would be such a derivative work that anyone going into it expecting an aot fic would be angry and disappointed because the only aot character in it would be colt and idek if Y/N would end up with him in such an au

- okay most of these were about Y/N’s relationships with every character BESIDES colt but her and colt honestly are really sweet together

- he cares about her so much and honestly there are many times where i’ll be writing and i’m like “nah colt deserves better” because he is SO patient with her it’s insane

- on a similar note i think it’s crazy how we’re almost at 150k words and there’s been ONE kiss (which barely even counts because it WASN’T WITH COLT)

- but at the same time the lack of romance is kind of on purpose because Y/N is NOT in a mental state to be in a relationship atm and i hate that whole trope of ‘getting a romantic partner and getting over your trauma immediately’ as that’s just not realistic. colt and friedrich are there to love and support Y/N but all three of them know that the way they are currently is not conducive to being with someone long term. there’s a lot of trauma there that needs to be resolved and spoiler alert it will not be for a very very long time

- there’s so many interesting dynamics that Y/N will have with future characters that i’m excited to write but they’re all like 200k-300k words away which is killinggg me

- ship in the harbor will definitely be my longest story and i’ve changed a lot both as a writer and a person since beginning it, so it’s super special to me. thank you so much to everyone who reads it and comes up with theories about it and falls in love with its characters — i know it’s such a niche fic and it’s been rough at times and i’m so spotty with updating it, but i really do love this little version of the warrior candidacy program and what was going on in marley while the scouts were busy doing their own thing. here’s to many more chapters (but hopefully not too many more years) of me stealing what i want from isayama and filling in the rest as i please, so that this entire mess of a story comes together into something that’s somewhat comprehensible and makes at least one person cry

#ship in the harbor #m’s thoughts

[wheredafandomat]

Two Ps in a pod

Partnership and pleasure

Loki x female avenger reader

18+ | contains smut

Despite all that had happened including Loki dying, then coming back to life, then dying, then coming back to life, the blip, then dying, then coming back to life, being a prisoner for a while which resulted in him faking his death and then returning, you and Loki had still ended up finally together. At last. Throughout all the dilemmas, you remained at Lokis side however you were merely friends disguising your true feelings behind casual dating with others and lingering touches between you both. Now however, you had finally admitted your feelings to one another and were free to be together. Your relationship was almost perfect. You got along well together of course, you knew each other well and you were comfortable around each other. The only problem in this typical friends to lovers trope was the lovers part. You and Loki just weren’t compatible in bed which you quickly discovered the first time you had sex.

“That was nice.” Loki spoke, breaking the silence between you both as he laid against his bed, looking up at the ceiling.

“Very” you answered, clutching the duvet over your chest as you too stared at the ceiling “whilst it lasted.” You added quietly.

“What was that?” He queried, glancing at you.

“Nothing.” You quickly answered, beginning to stand up as you wrapped the duvet around yourself. “You should probably be going.”

“This is my room.”

“Right” you nodded “well, I should probably get going.” You corrected yourself, making your way towards Lokis bedroom door.

“Y/n wait” he called after you before you stopped in your tracks “will you be going to Wandas engagement party tonight?”

“Yes.” You answered, rolling your eyes, of course you’d be going. You continued to walk out, opening the door before running towards your room with Lokis duvet still fastened around your body.

Once you arrived back in your room, you collapsed against your bed with a sigh. You thought that your first time with him would be perfect. You had seen him shirtless before, his muscles, his long dexterous fingers, the sinful outline of his length whenever he wore something tight fitting or shorts. You had imagined him being intimate with you plenty of times and yet you couldn’t help but be disappointed when it didn’t go right. In fact it was terrible. The best two seconds were cut short by Loki ejaculating onto your inner thigh. All in all, sex with Loki was a disaster.

Picking up your phone, you decided to message the girls group chat and get the party started early.

Super Bitches and Witches 🤪

Y/N: Emergency, my room now!

Nattie 👩🏻‍🦰: Do I need a gun or a blade

Wan 🧙🏻‍♀️: ???

Y/N: Just get here now! And bring alcohol someone!!

Meanwhile, Loki was drowning himself in whisky as he confided in his brother as well as a couple of other members of this motley crew he had grown to call friends.

“It was awful.” He huffed, sipping his drink as Bucky’s eyes met with Sams offering him a serious expression which done nothing for keeping him from laughing.

“It can’t have been that bad.” Thor tried to console him, hitting his back causing Loki to choke on his drink.

“He literally came in like two seconds.” You fake gagged, before downing another shot of vodka.

“No way.” Natasha laughed.

“Like he’s pleasing aesthetically—”

“Meaning he’s big.” Natasha interrupted, gesturing to Wanda who seemed enthralled by your story.

“Exactly” you noted before continuing “but like it was all wrong.”

“Can I—can I look?” Wanda asked, gesturing to your head.

“Knock yourself out.” You shrugged before she placed her index fingers on your temples, closing her eyes and focusing.

“WRONG HOLE LOKI!” You gasped.

“S-sorry.”

“I’ve seen enough.” She spoke, retreating from your mind.

“I know right. We’re just not compatible in bed at all.” You whined.

“You need to talk to him.” Natasha declared.

“Yeah, teach him the ways.” Wanda agreed.

“You need to talk to her.” Bucky spoke up.

“Yeah, tell her what you like.” Sam nodded.

“Yeah” Loki smiled, feeling a little more energised “I’m not the problem, I’m a god, a sex god—”

“Wouldn’t go that far.” Thor choked out.

“I know how to please a woman, it must be her.” Loki declared before sipping another drink.

“Yeah, it’s definitely him.” Wanda agreed, pouring you another drink.

“Yeah, I’m great in bed, he’s the bad one, cumming in like three seconds.” You scoffed. “Unbelievable.”

As the night progressed, you got showered and dressed, opting for a short black dress which you accompanied with some heels. The girls rarely left your room, making cocktails as they sang along to your music, changing into their party clothes. Wanda had let you and Nat know that unlike your Loki, Vis was perfect in bed and if left you feeling even more unsatisfied knowing that your perfect partner just couldn’t sate you. Perhaps this was simply just balance prevailing.

The rest of the men had left, going into their separate rooms to get ready for the party whilst Loki sat wallowing as he clutched the bottle of whisky. He had slept with women before, women who spent the night screaming his name and yet with you, his perfect y/n, he just couldn’t make you feel good. He embarrassingly came too quickly, you didn’t even accept his offer of going down on you when he realised you were yet to arrive. Maybe this was just the price of finding your soulmate, awful sex. He decided to put the whole ordeal behind him as he got ready for the party, opting for a simple black suit.

You made your way towards the reception room, swaying slightly with your steps. You weren’t drunk, just tipsy but the heels weren’t making anything better. The sound of the elevator dinging on the opposite side of the hallway caught your attention and you smiled when your eyes met Lokis.

“Y/n.” He grinned, stepping out as he made his way towards you.

“Loki, I thought you’d be in there by now.” You spoke, walking towards him, the smell of his cologne evading your senses once you reached him.

“You look beautiful.” He commented, quickly pecking your lips once you reached one another. “And you smell divine.” He added, reaching back down to kiss your neck.

“Thanks” you giggled “you smell good too.”

“What is that?” He hummed, inhaling your scent.

“Probably my shower gel” you answered, moving your head to the side as he continued trailing his lips over your neck. Strangely you felt a wetness pooling between your legs. Gripping his chin with your fingers, you guided his head towards yours before kissing him. Loki tilted his head, deepening the kiss as he pulled you against him. Your lips moved against one another’s, you moaning into the kiss when he entered your mouth with his tongue. You could feel that Loki had an erection as he rutted against you, your tongues touching. You blamed the alcohol for your confidence, reaching between you both as you palmed his cock through his dress pants eliciting a low growl from him. Before you knew it, you were pinned against the wall, Loki kissing you as he moved his knee between your legs.

“Oh Loki.” You moaned slightly as he pressed his knee against your core, still pinning you to the wall. Lokis lips curled up into a smile at your reaction as he continued, your dress riding up your legs. Anyone could have walked into the hallway, he knew that, he knew that you knew that yet he continued and you didn’t stop him. The desire he felt for you had taken over his rational thoughts as he reached between you both, hand moving underneath your panties before he pressed two of his fingers against your clit making you moan lewdly, the sound only muffled by the music in the distance. His fingers moved through your folds, your legs widening as Loki leaned back down, capturing your moans as he kissed you. Your walls clenched around nothing, desperately wanting to be filled by him, his perfect cock you had had the pleasure of seeing. This was different from before, your body craved him, you yearned for more. He pushed his fingers into you, still swallowing your moans. “N-need to feel you.” You choked out as your hand brushed over Lokis length.

Wasting no time, Loki was quick to pull you into the storage closet opposite you both before switching the dim light on. You were quick to lift your dress up as Loki pulled your panties down. There was an eagerness that wasn’t present before. He undid his trouser button, unsheathing himself before you took him in your hand, feeling his cock twitch as you touched it. He revelled in the feeling for a moment before he recalled your earlier rendezvous. He pushed your hand away before turning you around and bending you over. You moved with him, bending over as you felt his cock against your ass before he slapped it causing you to squeal in pleasure.

“Fuck me.” You requested almost breathlessly, desperate to be filled. Abiding, Loki guided himself towards your entrance before he thrusted inside in one fell swoop. Your walls instantly clenched around him as he bared his teeth, moving his hips back before slamming into you again. The room was quickly full off the sounds of his skin slapping against yours as well as your combined moans. Noticing you balancing yourself with one hand whilst the other played with your clit, Loki picked your lowered hand up, placing it against the wall before he replaced it, toying with your clit causing you to see stars. “I’m soo close, don’t stoppp.” You begged, nearing the edge. Loki didn’t stop, he increased his pressure on your clit, driving into you until he felt your walls spasming as you came, his name falling from your lips. He thrust a few more times until he reached his climax too, almost barrelling over from the sensation.

You felt Loki softening inside of you as you both came down from your highs before he pulled out leaving a mixture of your arousal trickling down your legs. You couldn’t deny how mind blowing that was, maybe you really were compatible.

“Wow.” He breathed, sheathing himself.

“That was incredible.” You spoke.

“Glad you thought so.” He grinned, spinning you around before he kissed you deeply. Nothing could have been better than falling in love with your best friend.

Hope you liked this lil random thing

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[theriverbeyond]

👯‍♀️ for the tlt ask :3

👯‍♀️Which twin is worse and why?

ok so i definitely think "worse" is like.... like right now post NtN, Ianthe is objectively worse on a "has done intergalactic imperialism" level vs Crown's "has probably killed a couple people" level. and I'm like... not quite sure WHAT Crown can do at this point to be "worse" than that? she can use a gun now but she is still just like a normal person. the fact that Tamsyn Muir has teased "who is the worse twin" as ambiguous AT ALL is truly fascinating and makes me feel like Crown has to do something absolutely out of left field nasty fucked up and evil in AtN in order to in any way level the playing field and make it more ambiguous. #excited

but i also think their relationship is really codependent and "who is worse" is something that has fluctuated between them over the years, depending on what metric you use. like... they both treated Babs terribly, but Ianthe at least bit chunks out of him because she needed the thanergy. Corona bit him literally just for emotional support reasons skdfjdskfskld like that man was her chew toy for the vibes. and i also think their interpersonal private dynamic doesn't map 1:1 to their like, outside power dynamic with other people?

like despite Ianthe being more magically powerful than Coronabeth their entire lives, a power difference that is now magnified 100000x after her Lyctoral ascension, i do see Ianthe as specifically subservient to Crown in a lot of ways. For example, the 2 necromancers con was Crown's idea! and Ianthe put her whole pussy into that for 22 slutty, slutty years! I also see Corona as being specifically callous towards other people in a way that is less calculating than Ianthe and more just... bc she wants to do that vs bc of a grander plan, but that might just be vibes idk…. her whole thing of only falling in love with the idea of people and those who are incapable of loving her in return is so fascinating to think of in the context of her obvious love for Ianthe, who seems to do everything for Crown specifically.

I want to know what Ianthe's grand plan (because you know she has a grand plan) is, how Crown fits in, and whether that grand plan still aligns or is even compatible at all with Crown's new, post-BOE motivations. anyway. i am so excited for whatever horrible disgusting & depraved acts these two get up to in AtN because i know it will be SOOOO weird and strange. <3 them

whoops this has gone off the rails and just turned into my tridentarii thoughts hour. thanks for coming to my ted talk 👍

#dmsr-art #ask games #crown #ianthe #HI VEE I HOPE THIS ANSWER LIVES UP TO YOUR HOPS AND DREAMS #hopes....

[bylertruther]

y'all are gonna hate me for this one but i think it's worth nothing that eleven levels up and develops more as a person whenever she breaks up with mike, and how the vines were tightening around her as he was giving his speech and roping them back into a romantic relationship/context (not his fault btw no mike slander here + it's complicated), but when she's reviving max the source that she pulls her power, focus, and resolve from are memories where max is reminding her to be her OWN person, that she doesn't need anyone else, and she is more than enough as she is with "not hopper. not mike. you." and "there's more to life than stupid boys."

she performs a miracle by believing in herself and the one and first ever person that ever taught her to do so. the girl who viewed her not as a superhero that happens to be a girl, but a girl that happens to be a superhero, too. the girl who encouraged her to grow and change and put herself first. that's who and what give her the courage to fight on.

like literally how much more clear do they need to make it that her romantic relationship with him is holding her back? just look at seasons three and four as well as how the flashback they used for mike's speech was of her in the woods which is undoubtedly a nod to the fact that he doesn't see her as she is now and is stuck in the past while she desperately wants to move forward.

i just. !!!!! i'm sorry but Be Serious Please we can admit this and be real about it. it's okay. it does not make either of them a terrible awful character okay We Can Say It! It's Okay! and i focused on el's perspective here, but the show makes it exceedingly clear that they are not compatible in this way at all and that this relationship is something that makes them both feel worse about themselves in serious ways. they don't have a strong foundation between them to fall back on and they won't be able to move forward and fix things between them until they forge one. everything is shit because at the end of the day they don't feel secure or comfortable with each other in a way that actually matters.

#they jumped into being bf and gf without ever becoming friends first and it shows and we can and should say tht :/ #platonic besties e|mike ok sure but maybe once they learn how to be friends first? 🤨 #maybe once they learn how to not idealize n lie to each other and feel safe with each other and learn how to actually talk? #they have cute moments when it's lighthearted n carefree but when shit gets real or hard it all just hits the fan #like. they have Issues ok these are not little tiny issues not when it affects their self worth and self image THAT fucking bad lmao #mike literally feels worthless pretty much like he's just some loser with no redeeming qualities that someone wouldn't like unless they #needed him somehow for something and eleven didn't even know what it meant to LIKE things and have your own tastes and felt #like she didn't know who she was and felt like she was a monster and completely other because of this box that they'd put her in and #then chastise her for whenever she dared to be a human being and step outside of it or do something they didn't like #i just. i like eleven and michael so much that's why it bothers me whn ppl act like those issues are not serious. they are. #they're not real people they're characters but it's like . they are my blorbos and that makes all the difference. u kno? :/ #mine #mike #eleven

[hollygl125]

yo umm i was wondering and couldn't find on google so i think you could help me

the shifts in csi (like day shift, graveyard shift etc) are around which times?

Hello, lovely anon,

First of all, my sincere apologies for not having responded to your query in a timely (or, you know, remotely helpful) manner. Not as an excuse, but as an attempt at an explanation, I will tell you that I have been kind of a disaster person lately (much more so than indicated in the linked post, and even much more so this past fall than now) and don’t always have a ton of control over where my mind chooses to focus.

I should also acknowledge that, while I carried out my fall 2021 CSI rewatch (when I didn’t realize I was subsequently going to care about any of these details) with sort of rapt attention, in my (yes, many) subsequent rewatches I have often skipped scenes or storylines that don’t really interest me (e.g., where neither Sara Sidle nor Gil Grissom is anywhere to be found), and I am almost always doing two or three things at once while watching. So it’s certainly more than possible I have missed some non-GSR details in there.

In response to your question, the two things I can tell you with certainty are these:

The CSIs of CSI have three shifts: day shift, swing shift, and night/graveyard shift (this last being what the lead characters of CSI are generally working). Logic would dictate that, with three shifts and 24 hours in a day, the shifts most likely start (and end) eight hours apart. (I will not, however, state that logic necessarily dictates that the shifts each be eight hours, and I will discuss that more below.)

At the end of “Mea Culpa” (05x09), after Warrick, Nick, and Catherine are transferred from night/graveyard shift to swing shift, Warrick tells Grissom, “Well, I got to get some rest. Swing shift starts at four in the afternoon. That’s a big change.”

Based on the above (and what I will discuss below), the best answer I can give is that the shifts should start at the following times (and end approximately, though not necessarily exactly, eight hours later):

Day shift: 8:00 a.m.

Swing shift: 4:00 p.m.

Night/graveyard shift: 12:00 a.m. (midnight).

(I will also note some contradictory information below the cut, although I don’t know the source of that information.)

But the other thing I will note (and for which I will give some possibly excessive examples below the cut) is that CSI does a pretty terrible job of keeping track of these kind of workplace logistics. You might have thought the writers and showrunners of what was for a time the most popular scripted TV show in the world (or something like that) would have added a few notes to their show bible about workplace logistics (shift times, scheduling, etc.) but . . . nope, not in any way that is apparent to me! (I find wanting to write a story that is compatible with the internal logic of the show and finding there really is no internal logic of the show to be terribly frustrating.)

Shift times:

Okay, to be honest, the first place I looked for an answer to your query was in @addictedtostorytelling’s wonderful meta, both because she is an expert in (among many other things!) these finer details (e.g., dates on documents shown in the show) and because I was pretty sure I had seen a post from her that addressed shift times.

The only post I could find on the topic was this one, in which the asker states that “we know there are 3 csi shifts: day (7am to 3pm), swing (3pm to 11pm) and night (11pm to 7am).” I don’t know the source of information for that statement. (If anyone else knows, I’d be most grateful if you shared in the comments, so I can update this post!) Honestly, it’s more than possible that CSI has given contradictory information on this subject. But the one place I personally know of a shift start time being given in the show is in Warrick’s statement quoted above.

I also did a general google search on shift times (not specific to CSI or even real-world CSI-type employees). The most common answers I saw were days = 8:00 (or 7:00) a.m. to 4:00 (or 3:00) p.m., swing = 4:00 (or 3:00) p.m. to 12:00 a.m. (or 11:00 p.m.), night/graveyard = 12:00 a.m. (or 11:00 p.m.) to 8:00 (or 7:00) a.m.

In this post on Talk CSI, you can see people trying to answer your question way back in 2006, when the show was airing. One board member there noted that their (forensic, as I understand it) agency had three ten-hour shifts (with two hours of overlap at each end). Another noted that, where they worked (also apparently in the forensic context), the shifts were “12:30 to 8:30, 8:30 to 4:30 and 4:30 to 12:30 working 8 hour shifts.” @figsr kindly advised me that in her (non-forensic) experience shifts would have a half-hour overlap for handover.

I have no personal experience with this, but to me also just logically it would make sense for these shifts to have some sort of overlap for handover—so that, e.g., one team can be dealing with their beginning of shift housekeeping (shifts, assignments, memos from upper management, etc.) while the other is still primarily responsible for calls to the field.

Anyway, based on the above, I can’t give a conclusion on exactly how long the shifts are/when they end. But, as for when the shifts start, my best answer is as given at the top.

The other thing I should probably note here is that the CSIs of CSI do not stop working just because their shifts have ended; when they are in the middle of something that needs to be addressed in a timely manner, they tend to keep going, and they seem to work a lot of double shifts. They also apparently help out other shifts sometimes when necessary. (You’ll note that we see them working during the day a lot, but I don’t know how much of that can be attributed to the issue I discuss below.)

Shift times + scheduling + lack of internal logic (i.e., WTF, CSI?!):

As @addictedtostorytelling discusses in the meta I linked above (which I highly recommend reading, if you’re interested in this topic!), CSI doesn’t make much effort to depict the characters’ work schedules in any sort of realistic way, and drawing inferences about the logistics of the their work schedules is kind of a crapshoot.

Here are a few examples of CSI seeming to ignore its own shift times:

In 01x10, Sara’s asleep with her head on the table in the break room. It’s daylight (looks like morning). She wakes up as the kettle starts whistling. Grissom asks, “Did you sleep here?” Sara responds, “I was working till 4:00 a.m.” —> 4:00 a.m. should be their lunch time. None of this makes any sense.

In 07x08, Sara spends her day waiting to testify in court; they never get to her. Afterwards she goes to talk to Grissom in his office; based on the foregoing it must be late afternoon (maybe around 4:30-5:00 p.m.). Grissom has been working on that episode’s case and must have been on shift since at least the night before. He’s now sitting there reading Thoreau, and she tells him, “I won’t wait up.” —> I know he’s traditionally been a workaholic, and maybe they both have the night off, but it always strikes me as odd (and maybe a bit irresponsible?) that he’s still not heading home, given how long he must have been up and the fact that their usual shift time is in probably close to seven hours (and I always imagine him, as supervisor, arriving early).

At the end of 07x18, the TV reporter says that the suspect confessed earlier that day to the murders of the six showgirls. (The TV newscast is supposedly live, and it’s dark outside where the reporter is. He also states, “The families have organized a candlelight vigil that will begin here tonight.”) Grissom brushes a tear off Sara’s cheek then walks her out of the lab with his arm around her/hand on her back. The hallway has dim lighting and is empty aside from someone (not Natalie Davis!) mopping the floors. It’s giving very “end of the day so the lab’s deserted” vibes. —> But it’s literally never the end of the day there! They work the night shift, and the lab is always humming!

Similarly, in CSIV 1x05, Sara and then Grissom as well (“the matched set”) run into their suspect (Martin Kline) while leaving what is very specifically (i.e., with several establishing shots) shown to be a dark and empty lab. (Like, it’s clearly supposed to feel creepy when Kline first confronts Sara and she’s all alone.) —> But, again, the original CSI showed us that place was never dark and empty! It was always humming!

In 08x01, the security guard at the parking lot from which Sara was abducted says that Sara “eats at the veggie place downstairs a couple times a week.” When Catherine asks when she was there that night, he says, “I don’t know, like 7:30, maybe. That’s when she usually comes.” —> Sara eating at 7:30 p.m. is like someone who works a 9-5 job eating at about 4:30 a.m. (I also feel like their working hours are so erratic that, if she were able to pull off anything regular a couple times per week, it would be something regular she could do with Grissom—like maybe sitting down to a nice relaxed home-cooked rather than take-out meal twice per week.)

Shift times aren’t the only issue, though.

In 02x15, for example, Sara’s “Request for Leave of Absence” form states that her work week is “Tue - Sat grave.” Now, I don’t pay much heed to the CSI props department. (They did give us these nonsensical ID cards, after all.) But this would make a lot of sense to me—the CSIs all having a staggered work week, with two regular, consecutive scheduled days off each. Only . . . we don’t ever really see anything like that?

At the end of 03x22, Sara notes that the schedule says Grissom has the night off, and, when he confirms, she then adds, “Me, too.” It certainly doesn’t sound like this is a regular (weekly) occurrence. But in truth I can’t remember ever actually seeing two of our CSIs have the night off together. We almost never see them having a night off at all. Even in 03x03, when we are told Sara had the night off, it’s in the context of Grissom having called her in to work.

(I think there are a very small number of examples of one of the CSIs actually having a night off—e.g., in 03x09, Catherine has a couple days off but stops by the lab to pick something up for Lindsey’s birthday.)

Admittedly, I get this one, because of course the showrunners want for the most part for the whole cast (especially its major players, the CSIs) to be onscreen throughout every episode. So the subject of days off would have to be fudged. But it strikes me as funny that, in 04x12, when Nick is absent for the entire episode, they don’t take the opportunity to show someone having their regular days off; instead, Sara tells us he’s at the “American Academy of Forensic Science convention” (even though it’s about a month early for the AAFS conference).

Another matter that makes no logistical sense to me is the staffing changes that go on during and immediately after season 05.

In the pilot, the graveyard shift is five CSIs (including Holly Gribbs) plus Brass, who presumably does a lot of paperwork. Then Sara takes Holly’s spot and Brass is transferred out, so it’s just five very qualified CSIs (and no wonder Grissom is always behind on his paperwork, with Brass gone).

By season 5, graveyard shift is up to five and a half CSIs, basically, with Greg’s inclusion as a CSI-in-training. Then Ecklie decides to mix things up (i.e., punish Grissom and his pals), and he splits them into two shifts, adding only Sofia (to the graveyard shift). So then graveyard has three and a half CSIs (four once Greg makes CSI I), and swing shift has three CSIs. In 05x11, Ecklie acknowledges swing shift is short a couple bodies and blames budget constraints. But, if swing shift is short a couple bodies, graveyard shift must be short a body, too, even once Greg makes CSI I. How can budget constraints suddenly necessitate them being down that many bodies—especially when by season six Ecklie can somehow justify letting them now have six full CSIs on graveyard shift? Also, we know the swing shift supervisor was transferred to days to replace Ecklie, but what happened to the rest of the previous swing shift?

Now, my petty headcanon would be that the entire day shift save for Sofia quits when Ecklie gets promoted because the thought of him as assistant lab director is unbearable to them, as a result of which he moves the entire swing shift to days and pretends the staff shortages are due to budget cuts. But I find it kind of funny (again!) that, during the fifth season, when CSI really was on top of the world (e.g., ratings, cast winning the SAG award, Tarantino directing “Grave Danger”), the showrunners couldn’t at least have found a couple warm bodies to show up occasionally to round out the swing shift (even if Ecklie was punishing Grissom and his shift by leaving the graveyard shift understaffed). (In 05x16, Catherine is shown talking to three randoms in “forensics” coveralls, one of whom calls her “boss,” but no explanation is given as to who they are, and I think that’s the most we ever see in that regard.)

Anyway, thank you so much for your question, and my apologies for rambling with some of my CSI logistics grievances. My best answer to your question is as given at the top. If you should have another question, please feel free to send it my way—barring any acts of God, etc. (unforeseeable future events), I will most almost certainly be able to manage a more prompt response!

#asked and answered #anon #my thoughts and feelings on the two lovely science nerds #i mean not really so much but that is the only meta tag i have #csi logistics #csi meta #meta: csi