#(aside from glue lol)

[paeinovis]

Compiled this lil piece from solar filter I used during the eclipse and plants I grabbed from my friend's parents' yard in Arkansas (they have those cool helicopter seeds we don't have around Florida)! Included Jupiter and Venus symbols on two handheld filters since those planets were very visible during the eclipse, and bits of a cyanotype I did the day before! So all the components are directly related to the eclipse/general area I viewed it from :-)

[blorboresidue]

guhhhh i am struggling so much with ch3

[simplygojo]

The Cool Uncle Blurbs - JJK Men

author's note ⸺ Heyyy, so I have been told by a few of y'all that I need to write shorter blurbs, so this was my practice piece! Each character's blurb is about 1k each...writing something this short is so foreign to me, I am so used to having 8k minimums for school, so this may take practice! Please let me know if you like these shorter blurbs :)

pairings ⸺ Toji Fushiguro x reader; Satoru Gojo x reader; Kento Nanami x reader; Suguru Geto x f!reader

inspo ⸺ Inspired by some art by @clemenlush (linked here) that inspired me to write the JJK men as cool uncles, lol. Let me know if any of y'all want me to do another character!!

warnings ⸺ alcohol use, suggestive jokes, baby fever!, mention of baby-making!, reader uses female pronouns, reader presumed to have a vag!na, softboys & fluff

Requests are open! Please read the Request Guidelines before submitting a request <33

✧.* — TOJI FUSHIGURO — ✧.*

You glanced at Toji as he steered the car down the quiet, tree-lined street. The low hum of the engine was the only sound between you two, but that familiar weight of his presence filled the silence. He always carried himself with an easy confidence, a kind of quiet power that made him stand out without even trying.

“You don’t have to look so annoyed,” you teased, catching the subtle furrow in his brow as he pulled into Jinichi’s driveway.

Toji didn’t say anything at first, just smirked and glanced sideways at you. “I’m not annoyed,” he grumbled, though the slight tilt of his mouth said otherwise. “Just not exactly in the mood for the family dinner crap.”

You rolled your eyes.

Classic Toji.

“Be nice. It’s just dinner. You’re not walking into a fight,” you reminded him with a soft laugh, unbuckling your seatbelt. “And you know exactly how much your nephew adores you.”

That earned you a low chuckle as he cut the engine and slouched back in his seat.

“Kid's got good taste. I’m the only fun one ‘round here.”

You both stepped out of the car and as you made your way up the driveway, the front door swung open. 

Your brother-in-law, Jinichi, stood there, smiling at you both, but barely had the chance to greet you before the sound of hurried footsteps followed behind him.

“Toji-ojisan!”

A small, dark-haired blur darted past Jinichi and straight toward Toji. Before you could blink, Toji’s nephew had attached himself to his leg, looking up with wide eyes.

“Uncle Toji! You came! Are you gonna tell me more stories about when you were younger?”

Toji raised an eyebrow, smirking down at the kid, then cast a sidelong glance at you.

“See? Told you. I’m the fun one.”

You shook your head, trying to suppress a smile as Toji crouched down to ruffle his nephew’s hair.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get too full of yourself.”

“Already am,” he replied, deadpan, before turning his full attention to the kid.

“What’s up, brat? You been behaving?”

The little boy nodded enthusiastically, practically bouncing on his toes.

“Yep! I’ve been practicing just like you told me. Can we go to the backyard later? You gotta see my new moves!”

Toji stood back up, arms crossed as he exchanged a quick glance with Jinichi, who gave a knowing grin.

There was an unspoken fondness between them, though Jinichi didn’t say anything, just stepping aside to let you in.

Inside, the house was warm and inviting, the scent of homemade food already filling the air. You noticed Toji’s posture relax—just a bit—as you made your way to the living room.

His nephew stuck to his side like glue, constantly asking about everything from Toji’s workout routine to his old school stories.

Toji answered in his usual blunt way, never indulging the kid too much, but just enough to keep him hooked.

After dinner, you found yourself sitting outside on the back patio, watching Toji and his nephew go over some silly mock sparring moves.

The boy had his fists up, trying to mimic Toji’s stance, all while Toji lazily dodged the punches, not bothering to hide the amusement in his eyes.

You leaned back in your chair, and for a moment, it was like your heart swelled in your chest—three sizes too big, you thought with a smile.

It was impossible not to feel that warmth as you watched Toji with his nephew, his tough exterior softened just a bit in these moments.

He’d never admit it, but seeing him like this, in his own way, playing the doting uncle…it made you melt.

You could see it in the way his nephew looked at him, hanging onto his every word. And the way Toji engaged—aloof but present—it warmed something deep inside you.

“You’re such a softie, you know that?” you called out, your voice teasing but laced with affection.

Toji turned, still holding up a lazy guard, eyes narrowing playfully. “Yeah? How d’you figure?”

You gave him a knowing grin, folding your arms. “Look at you—out here entertaining him like you don’t enjoy it. Don’t act like you don’t love being the ‘cool uncle.’”

He straightened up, brushing his hands through his hair as he cast a quick glance at his nephew—who was too busy practicing his “new moves” on a nearby tree—to respond.

Then, with a smirk that made your heart skip a beat, he stepped toward you. “Maybe I am a softie,” he started, voice low, “but only for you.”

You blinked, a playful roll of your eyes as you went to respond—

“Though, I’ll tell ya, there’s somethin’ I’m neverr soft for...”

It took you all of two seconds to realize where he was going, but before he could finish the joke, you flicked him right in the forehead.

“Toji!” You scolded, laughing despite yourself.

He grinned, all too pleased with himself, as he rubbed his forehead.

“What? You’re the one who brought it up, sweetheart.”

“You’re awful,” you said, shaking your head, though the warmth in your chest remained. You could never stay mad at him, especially not when he was like this—so smug, so sure of himself.

“And to think I almost thought you were sweet for a second.”

He leaned down, one hand coming to rest on the arm of your chair as he hovered over you, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips.

“Almost, huh?”

You flicked his forehead again, but softer this time. “Don’t push your luck.”

He chuckled, leaning back and crossing his arms as he glanced toward his nephew, still occupied in his makeshift sparring match with the tree.

“Brat’s got a lot to learn,” he muttered, but you could hear the fondness there, the warmth beneath his tough exterior.

“Kid might be cooler than me one day.”

You smiled, shaking your head as you watched the two of them together.

“Not possible,” you said softly, though Toji didn’t hear it—or pretended not to.

Either way, in that moment, your heart was full. This was your life, and honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

✧.* — GOJO SATORU — ✧.*

Gojo’s fingers tapped rhythmically against the steering wheel as he hummed along to the radio, sunglasses perched—needlessly—on his nose despite the fact it was well after sunset.

You shot him a side-eye.

“You do realize we’re just going to Shoko’s for dinner, right? You’re acting like you’re about to perform on stage.”

He grinned, his lips pulling into that signature cocky smile.

“Aren’t I always the main attraction, though? Especially tonight. Her kid adores me.”

You snorted. “Yeah, because you let him climb all over you like a jungle gym.”

“Hey, I’m just providing the fun. I can’t help that I’m a natural favourite,” he quipped, glancing at you for emphasis before focusing back on the road.

“You say that like it’s a talent,” you teased, though the warmth in your chest grew as you thought about it.

It was hard not to love Gojo when he was like this—carefree, playful, and so naturally magnetic, especially around kids.

By the time you pulled up to Shoko’s house, you could already hear the muffled sound of laughter and conversation.

The front door creaked open before either of you could knock, and Shoko’s five-year-old son burst out, arms outstretched, ready to greet his hero.

“Gojo-nii!” The kid’s excitement was so pure, it was contagious.

Gojo’s grin only widened, and he crouched down to scoop him up in one smooth motion.

“Hey, champ! Been keeping things under control at this house? Your mom can be a handful…”

The boy giggled as Gojo swung him around effortlessly, his small hands gripping the fabric of Gojo’s coat. 

You stood back for a moment, hand still resting on the open passenger door, with a growing smile on your face.

Gojo’s childlike energy matched the kid’s perfectly, and it never failed to make your heart melt.

“He’s been waiting for you all day,” Shoko called from the hallway, rolling her eyes as she stepped into view.

“Good luck tearing him away from you tonight.”

Gojo set the kid down with a dramatic flair, straightening up and shooting a playful wink at you.

“What can I say? I’ve got that irresistible charm.”

“Careful, your ego’s showing again,” you quipped, nudging him as you all walked into the house.

As Gojo and the boy ran off to “catch up”—which likely meant some sort of wild chase through the living room—you found yourself watching from the kitchen doorway, arms crossed and heart swelling.

It always surprised you how soft Gojo could be, especially around kids. 

His usual swagger and bravado were still there, but he had a way of connecting with them that was genuinely sweet. It made your heart skip in ways you had never expected.

You smiled to yourself, shaking your head slightly as you watched Gojo give the kid a piggyback ride, the room filled with their laughter. 

Shoko came up beside you, handing you a glass of wine. 

“Never thought I’d see the day where Satoru Gojo is someone’s favorite jungle gym,” she commented dryly, taking a sip from her own glass.

You laughed softly, nodding. “Yeah, it’s weird, right? But he loves it.”

Shoko gave you a knowing look. “Does he? Or does he just love being adored?”

You grinned, letting out a short laugh before responding.

“Both. Definitely both.”

Later, after dinner, Gojo had somehow convinced the boy to show him every toy he owned, and you found yourself watching them again, heart swelling even more.

You didn’t know how, but every time Gojo was around that kid, you swore your heart was overwhelmed with admiration.

“You’re good with him, you know,” you said softly as you sidled up next to Gojo, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, helping the boy assemble a toy robot. “It’s almost like you… enjoy this.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow, feigning offence. “Enjoy? What are you trying to say, love? You think I’m not the paternal type?”

You smirked, leaning down to whisper, “I think you love it, actually...”

Gojo leaned back slightly, crossing his arms and giving you a playful look. “Oh, I love a lot of things,” he said smoothly, lowering his voice.

“And most of them are when we’re not around a five-year-old.”

You blinked, realizing the meaning behind his words, and lightly smacked him at the back of his head. “Satoru!”

“Ow!” He pouted, rubbing the back of his head. “What? I’m just being honest.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting back a grin. “You’re the worst.”

“Actually…I’m the best,” he corrected with a wink, as the kid ran back to Gojo’s side, completely oblivious to the innuendo.

Watching Gojo with that playful smile and the way he effortlessly entertained the kid—who was still tugging at his sleeve to show him yet another toy—made you feel an overwhelming sense of warmth.

Sure, Gojo could be an insufferable flirt, but seeing him like this, so naturally connected and full of energy, reminded you why you loved him so much.

Even when he was being a ridiculous show-off, he had a way of making your heart burst with affection.

“Okay, okay,” you said, shaking your head fondly.

“Let’s see if you can at least try to behave yourself the rest of the night.”

Gojo stood up, stretching dramatically, and then leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“No promises. You know me—I always aim to please.”

You smacked him again, this time softer, as he flashed that signature grin of his and turned his attention back to Shoko’s son, who was already planning his next adventure with his “cool uncle.”

✧.* — NANAMI KENTO — ✧.*

The evening sky was beginning to blush with hues of orange and pink as you and Nanami made your way to your sister's house. 

The quiet hum of the car and the familiar scent of Nanami’s cologne made the drive feel calm, though you couldn’t help the tiny flutter of excitement in your stomach.

Family dinners were always nice, but this time there was a little extra something—your niece loved Nanami.

“I think she loves you more than she loves me,” you said playfully, turning to glance at your husband as he kept his eyes focused on the road.

Nanami’s lips twitched into the smallest of smiles.

“Hardly. She just appreciates that I bring her books.”

“Books, toys, puzzles, snacks—don’t act like you haven’t been spoiling her.” You teased, gently nudging his arm.

He gave a small, almost imperceptible shrug, but you could see the way his eyes softened.

“I just want to make sure she’s happy.”

You grinned.

It was the kind of answer you'd expect from Nanami—thoughtful, selfless, and with an unspoken affection that melted your heart every time.

It was hard to imagine anyone not loving him, really. 

As you pulled up in front of your sister’s house, you didn’t even have a chance to step out of the car before the front door swung open.

Your niece, a whirlwind of energy with messy pigtails and a huge smile, came racing down the path.

“Uncle Kento!” she squealed, her little feet pounding against the pavement as she made a beeline for Nanami.

He stepped out of the car just in time for her to throw her arms around his legs, hugging him tightly. Nanami looked slightly startled but quickly softened, crouching down to her level. “Hello, sweetheart.”

Her face lit up at his greeting, and she quickly started tugging him towards the house.

“Come on! I have to show you my new dollhouse! You’re going to love it!”

You watched them from a few steps behind, heart warming at the sight. Nanami—who always seemed so composed and serious—was completely wrapped around your niece’s tiny finger. It was an endearing contrast, watching the usually stoic man willingly get pulled into a child’s world of excitement and play.

By the time you reached the front door, your niece had already dragged Nanami inside, babbling non-stop about the dollhouse, the latest puzzle he bought her, and a new storybook she wanted him to read later. 

You exchanged a smile with your sister, who had appeared in the doorway, laughing as she watched her daughter commandeer Nanami's attention.

“He’s got the magic touch with kids, huh?” Your sister remarked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You chuckled, stepping inside. “She loves him. I think she’s ready to keep him all to herself.”

“Good luck getting him back,” she teased, giving you a playful nudge as you both headed into the living room.

Dinner was filled with easy conversation, laughter, and your niece proudly showing Nanami everything she could think of—her new school projects, her favorite toys, and even a drawing she had made “just for him.” 

He listened attentively, offering genuine praise, his voice calm but warm in a way that made it clear he wasn’t just humoring her. He cared.

You found yourself watching the two of them, your heart swelling with each small interaction. 

It was impossible not to smile, seeing Nanami, the man who rarely let himself relax, so at ease around your niece. 

Nanami had just finished reading her a bedtime story, and now she was fast asleep, curled up under the blankets with her favorite stuffed toy.

“She’s asleep,” he murmured softly, his hand brushing your niece’s hair away from her face.

You stepped forward, quietly gathering the blankets to tuck her in. “You’re really good with her, you know?”

He glanced at you, a faint smile on his lips. “I try.”

“No, really,” you said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “She loves you. You’re her favorite.”

Nanami’s eyes softened at your words, but he didn’t say much more, his hand lingering on your niece’s small form for a moment longer before standing up.

The two of you quietly exited the room, letting her sleep in peace.

After saying your goodbyes to your sister and thanking her for dinner, you both made your way out to the car. 

The night air was cool, and the streets were quiet as Nanami opened the passenger door for you, his hand resting briefly at the small of your back as you slid into the seat.

The drive home was calm, with the rhythmic sound of the tires against the road creating a peaceful background hum. You glanced out the window, watching the city lights blur into soft orbs as they passed by.

Nanami was silent beside you, his hands steady on the wheel. There was something thoughtful in the way he held himself, a quiet contemplation that you could sense even without looking at him.

After a few minutes, he finally spoke.

“You know, I’ve been thinking…” You tilted your head, curiosity piqued by the sudden weight in his voice.

Nanami hesitated for a moment, his thumb tapping lightly on the steering wheel before reaching over to rest on your thigh.

“Of what I want,” he said, his voice a little quieter. “Of what we could have.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the implication behind his words, and you turned to face him fully, sensing where this was going.

“Kento…” You began softly.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” he continued, his gaze fixed ahead on the road.

“For a while now, actually.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you could feel your pulse quicken as the meaning behind his words settled in. He wasn’t just talking about your niece anymore.

“You’re talking about…” you trailed off, your voice barely above a whisper.

“A family,” he finished for you, his tone gentle but certain. “I want us to have a baby.”

For a moment, you just sat there.

You had always known that Nanami cared deeply, that he was serious about your future together, but hearing him say it like this, so plainly, so sincerely—it was something else entirely.

“You want a baby?” You repeated softly, your heart swelling with a mix of emotions.

He nodded, his eyes still focused on the road but softening as he spoke.

“Yes. I want to start a family with you. I’ve been thinking about it for some time, but… I didn’t want to pressure you.”

You reached over, gently placing your hand on top of his where it rested on your leg.

“You’re not pressuring me, Kento. I…” You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts.

“I want that too. With you. More than anything.”

When you finally pulled up to your home, Nanami turned off the engine and sat there for a moment, the faint glow of the streetlights illuminating his thoughtful expression. 

He turned to you, reaching out to cup your cheek gently, his thumb brushing over your skin in a way that made your heart skip.

“I mean it,” he murmured. “Whenever you’re ready. We’ll do this together.”

You leaned into his touch, your eyes meeting his with a warmth and certainty you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Well…I am ready now...” You said with a playful tone.

He smiled then—small, soft, and full of love—and leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips, sealing the quiet promise you had both made tonight.

“Well then lets get inside.”

✧.* — SUGURU GETO — ✧.*

It was a peaceful evening, and the low hum of conversation filled the room, accompanied by the occasional clatter of building blocks. You sat cross-legged on the couch, watching as Suguru helped Utahime's son with his tower-building endeavor.

The little boy was fully engaged, eyes bright with excitement as Suguru gently guided his small hands to balance each block perfectly.

“Higher, Sugu! Make it taller!” the boy giggled, his enthusiasm filling the room with an infectious joy.

Suguru chuckled softly, his deep voice filled with warmth.

“Careful, we don’t want it to fall,” he murmured, adding another block to the structure with a steady hand.

His long fingers made the task look effortless, and the boy watched in awe.

You leaned back against the couch cushions, the sight of Suguru interacting with the child making your heart swell.

There was something about seeing him like this—patient, soft-spoken, so full of care. It was a side of him that you loved deeply, and it reminded you just how much of a natural he was with kids.

“You’re really good with him,” you commented, your voice a little more tender than usual as you admired the scene before you.

Suguru glanced over at you, the corners of his mouth lifting in a faint smile.

“He’s easy to please,” he said, turning his attention back to the boy, who was now clapping his hands excitedly as the tower grew taller.

“Still,” you said, watching the way the boy leaned into Suguru, clearly adoring him, “he’s obsessed with you. I’ve never seen him so attached.”

Suguru smirked, a playful glint in his eyes.

“What can I say? I’m just irresistible.”

You rolled your eyes at that, but your heart warmed anyway.

“Sure, sure. Let’s just hope you don’t break his heart when we leave.”

The boy turned to you, his face lighting up with joy. “Sugu is so cool, y/n! He’s gonna help me with my blocks forever!”

You chuckled, brushing a hand through your hair as you watched Suguru pretend to be serious.

“Forever, huh? That’s a long time, buddy.”

Suguru leaned down, lowering his voice conspiratorially as if sharing a secret with the boy.

“I don’t mind,” he whispered, his tone teasing. “As long as I get to build the biggest towers.”

The boy giggled, his eyes sparkling as he nodded enthusiastically. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight—it was moments like this that made your heart grow three sizes.

You leaned forward, nudging Suguru’s shoulder lightly.

“Admit it, you’re loving this.”

Suguru’s dark eyes flickered with amusement as he glanced at you, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Of course! What’s not to love?”

Before you could respond, the familiar sound of keys jingling outside the door caught your attention.

You glanced at the clock—it was just about time for Utahime to be home.

The front door creaked open, and Utahime stepped inside, looking a little worn out but smiling when she saw the scene in front of her.

“Looks like I missed all the fun,” she said, her voice carrying a mix of relief and gratitude as she took in the sight of her son sitting on the floor, still glued to Suguru’s side.

“Mama!” The boy immediately jumped up, running toward her with open arms. Utahime knelt down, scooping him up with a tired but happy sigh.

“Hey, sweetheart,” she murmured, kissing the top of his head. “Were you good for Suguru and y/n?”

“He was an angel,” you replied with a smile, standing up from the couch. “Though, I think Suguru’s the real hero tonight.”

Utahime chuckled, glancing at Suguru with an appreciative smile.

“I don’t doubt it. Thanks for watching him—both of you. I owe you one.”

Suguru waved her off, standing up and stretching his arms.

“No need. He’s a fun kid. We built the tallest tower yet.”

The boy wiggled in Utahime’s arms, looking up at her excitedly.

“Mama, it was so tall! Sugu’s the best!”

Utahime smiled down at him, her eyes softening. “I’m glad you had fun, sweetie. Let’s get you ready for bed, okay?”

As Utahime carried her son off to his room, you turned to Suguru, your hand finding his arm as you gave him a gentle squeeze.

“You were great with him tonight,” you said softly, your eyes full of affection.

Suguru gave you a warm smile, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple.

“I had fun,” he murmured. “But we should probably head out.”

You nodded, glancing around the apartment to make sure everything was in order. After a few minutes, Utahime returned, looking more relaxed now that her son was settled.

“Thanks again, guys,” she said, walking you both to the door. “I’ll definitely owe you one for this.”

“Anytime,” you replied with a smile, giving her a quick hug before stepping out into the cool evening air.

As you and Suguru made your way to his bike, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment settle over you. There was something peaceful about nights like this—watching Suguru be so gentle and kind, seeing how naturally he fit into the role of caretaker.

It stirred something warm and familiar deep within you.

Once you both stepped outside into the cool evening air, Suguru glanced at you with a smirk.

“You know,” he started, his tone laced with that unmistakable teasing charm, “playing with Utahime’s kid is fun and all, but…” He paused, raising an eyebrow as he reached for your hand. “I was thinking we should get home and get to some 'baby-making' ourselves… if you know what I mean.”

Heat instantly bloomed in your cheeks as you laughed, nudging him in the ribs. “Suguru!”

But before you could respond properly, Suguru swept you off your feet with ease, lifting you into his arms.

“What? It’s a solid plan, plus you're the one who kept saying I'm just sooo good with kids.” He grinned, peppering your face with soft kisses as he carried you toward his motorcycle.

“Put me down!” You laughed, but your protests were playful as Suguru’s kisses continued, light and affectionate, his breath warm against your skin.

“You love it,” he murmured between kisses, making you giggle even more.

With one final press of his lips to your forehead, Suguru set you down beside his motorcycle, the playful glint in his eyes still there.

“Now, let’s get home,” he said, sliding onto the bike and passing you your helmet. “We’ve got some important work to do.”

You rolled your eyes, still smiling as you climbed onto the bike behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

As the engine roared to life, you pressed your cheek against his back, feeling that same peaceful contentment wash over you once more.

And as you sped off into the night, the playful warmth of Suguru's teasing stayed with you, a reminder of just how lucky you were to have him by your side.

Author's Note II: Let me know your thoughts on these and lmk if you want me to do any other characters :)

LOVE Y'ALL

[harmonyrae]

A Christmas Kiss

Merry Christmas! This is the SFW lots of fluff version, I am tempted to spend my Christmas writing the NSFW version LOL

Synopsis: Sylus told you he never celebrated Christmas, it was never a big deal. But Christmas holds a special place in your heart. Maybe you can convince him?

“Luke, be careful!”

Just as you utter the words you hear something shatter. You close your eyes and try to steady your breathing. You pray whatever Luke just broke can be fixed or easily replaced. You hold your breath as you bring the last box into Sylus’s office. 

“Uhhh… Something may be broken.” 

Luke stands over the box, his hand kneading the back of his neck. Kieran kneels by the box and gently opens it. He pulls out a clear crystal wing.

“You didn’t have an attachment to the angel tree topper, did you?” 

You sink into the sofa and cover your face with your hands. Worst case scenario. That was the one thing you were excited to show Sylus. You knew he wasn’t big on Christmas, but priceless antiques? He would appreciate that. It was a gift from your grandmother when you moved into your first apartment on your own. 

You held your breath to try and stop the sob threatening to escape. You feel the sofa sink next to you. You finally pull your hands away and see Kieran has sat beside you. He gives you a gentle side hug.

“Luke will fix it. Right Luke?” Even with his mask on, you can tell Kieran gives his brother an intense glare. You can’t help but let out a tiny chuckle.  

“Uhm… yes. I’ll go find the hot glue gun. It’ll be good as new, promise!” Luke picks up the box and hurries out of the room.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t make it worse. Sorry Ms. Hunter.” Kieran gets up and heads to the door.

“Thanks.” 

You can’t hide the sadness in your voice. You hear the door close and rub your hands together. Why is Sylus’s office so cold all the time when he has a fireplace?

You stand and approach the fireplace to toss in a few pieces of wood. Taking the matchbook from the mantle you light the kindling and watch the fire to flicker to life. As the warmth washes over your face and you finally feel yourself smile. You still have a lot of work to do and plenty of decorations that are not broken. Sylus will be back in a few hours and you want his office to look like Christmas threw up all over it. It’s time to get to work. 

You approach Sylus’s gramophone. You always found it funny how Sylus had such an old school record player, but the look he gave you when you suggested an upgrade told you it meant more to him than you realized. You pull out the Christmas Classics vinyl from one of the boxes. While you knew you should wrap it, you couldn’t let this particular present for Sylus go to waste. You place the vinyl on the turntable and gently lower the needle. The soft melody of White Christmas floats through the room and you shiver with excitement. 

Over the next two hours you carefully move folders and trinkets aside to make room for snow globes and tiny nutcrackers. You can’t help but giggle at the nutcracker you made just for Sylus. Tara dragged you to a Christmas crafting class and was teasing you the whole time as you struggled with the sheer red tool and ruby sequins. 

The nutcracker has white hair, red sequin eyes, a black suit with swirls of red. Of course, you had to include Mephisto somehow. Fortunately, someone in the class had a shifting evol and helped you shape the helmet to look like a crow. More red sequins and some silver and red glitter made Mephisto shine. You chose the nutcracker with the bent arm so you could wrap the sheer red tool around its hand to symbolize his evol. 

After the class, you were inspired to make more Sylus inspired Christmas decorations. But you also wanted to use some of your classic Christmas decorations too. You spent an hour packing some of your favorites before heading to the shop to buy some supplies for your crafting projects. 

The snow globe was filled with soft white snow and a replica of the pouch you made for him during your impromptu adventure to the grasslands. There were five stockings on the fireplace mantle. Sylus’s name in bold black letters against the bright red fabric with little crow pendants sewn in. Yours with bold purple letters and the plushie pins you won at the arcade over the summer. Luke and Kieran had stockings as well, but when you had told them your plans they begged to decorate their own. Luke went with pink letters and polar bear pins while Kieran went with blue letters and reindeer pins. You hoped they’d be put up every year, starting, hopefully, one of many traditions for the little family you’ve made here in the N109 Zone. The last stocking was a baby stocking with a single black crow painted on the baby blue fabric. Mephisto, once again, would be thrilled. 

The mantle was also adorned with garland wrapped with soft white lights, red candles in crystal Santa candle holders. The Christmas tree was delivered right on time and you made sure to take extra precautions to avoid the base leaking after watering. Sylus once told you the carpets in his office were handmade - you were not risking ruining those. It was a challenge to hang the lights and red and silver ornaments on your own, with the tree being over 10 feet tall, but you wanted it to tower over Sylus. Thankfully Luke and Kieran agreed to let you finish decorating alone after the angel mishap and found a stepladder. Luke was still trying to fix the angel, but you could tell it wasn’t going well from the updates Kieran was giving you. 

You hung the wreath made of dark red Poinsettias above his desk. Twinkle lights framed the bookshelves. Fuzzy Christmas blankets and pillows lining the couches and chairs. You sat on the couch admiring your work before looking through the box at your feet for any final additions. Sylus would be home any minute and you wanted to change into a Christmas sweater and be in the kitchen baking cookies when he arrived. You found a small box with a few floral pieces. One stuck out to you, it was a cluster of mistletoe. 

You wouldn’t need that. Or… maybe… You had been dating Sylus for a few months now, and while you were relieved he was taking things slowly, you were also wondering when he’d take the next step. Or was he waiting for you to take the next step? You were anxious and didn’t want to ruin anything. But this was your first holiday season together and maybe this was the perfect time to take that step. Staring down at the mistletoe in your hand, you square your shoulders and rise to your feet. 

You drag the stepladder to the door of his office, you confidently climb the steps and stretch your arm up to secure the mistletoe to the frame. Just as the mistletoe is secured, you hear it, the doorknob jiggles and you don’t have time to react before the door swings open. The stepladder tips and you feel yourself fall. But you’re only airborne for a moment before you land in someone’s arms. Sylus cradles you to his chest, the look of surprise on his face almost makes you laugh. You’ve never seen him caught off guard before. 

“What a surprise. I was wondering why Luke and Kieran were trying to keep me out of my own office. You’ve been busy, sweetie.” 

You watch as he takes in the room around him, still holding you close. You finally release a shaky breath and giggle as he blinks rapidly taking in the new decor. You dare to glance just above him to make sure the mistletoe is still secure. When your eyes flick back to Sylus’ he is staring at you. You can feel your cheeks warm under his gaze. He raises a brow and before you can distract him he looks up. 

“I have a lot to show you! I made some decorations just for you and I was going to bake some cookies. Tara also taught me how to make the best hot chocolate, I thought we could make that. And I brought some Christmas movies, did you hear the music? I got you a record and --”  

You were rambling, you couldn’t stop yourself. Sylus looks down at you in his arms, a smirk forming on his lips and a brow raised. He finally cuts you off.

“Mistletoe? Are you trying to tell me something?”

You are absolutely trying to tell him something, but you didn’t want to be this obvious. He wouldn’t have seen it immediately if you hadn’t fallen from the ladder.

“Of course not! It’s just a decoration!” 

Sylus smiles at your rushed explanation. You wonder if he’ll read between the lines and take the hint. You hung it up, you are ready for the next step, for your first real kiss with him. And if you’re honest, so much more. You held his gaze, falling silent. But instead of leaning in, he drops you to your feet. And he turns to walk further into the room.

Your heart hammers in your chest. He knows. He has to. You tried to make it seem like it wasn’t significant. But you knew he preferred it when you were direct with your intentions. He was punishing you. Your hand moves on its own and you grab his arm before he can move further away from you. He turns back to look at you and you stare at him silently, trying to convince yourself to just do it. Just be bold. If you see something you want, take it. 

“Something you want to say, kitten?”

You’re done waiting, you push up onto your toes and put your arms around his neck. Your lips press against his, gently at first. You’re not sure what washes over you, but you feel brave and powerful. You take his lower lip between your teeth and pull him to you. His hands find your hips and he pulls your body close. You feel his chest vibrate as he grunts in approval. You feel nearly delirious when you finally pull back. He must feel the same, with his ears turning red and his eyes misty.

His arms wrap around you and he pulls you back to him. His lips crash into yours now, you could tell taking it slow was the last thing on his mind. You thread your fingers through his hair. His hands move down to the back of your thighs, he lifts you and you wrap your legs around his waist. You hear the office door close behind you before you are carried into the room. You feel heat across the right side of your face and you turn your head, allowing Sylus to dive into your neck placing kiss after kiss. You’re in front of the fireplace, the heat from the flames damn near suffocating as you try to catch your breath. 

Sylus lowers to the floor, he positions your legs over his lap. One of his hands holding you upright while the other caresses your cheek, explores your thigh, your ass… He kisses you fervently, his tongue tracing your lips begging for permission. You can’t help but smile as you finally let him in, his tongue tangling with your own. It feels like hours before he finally pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.

“I knew you put that up for a reason…” His voice is breathless and raspy, making you giggle. Let him be cocky about being right, you know now more than ever, that you have this man wrapped around your finger.

“I didn’t realize we’d end up making out in front of the fireplace, I would have put some pillows down here.” 

“Use me as your pillow then.” 

He shifts and lays back on the floor, settling you on top of him. Your hands placed firmly on his chest, his hands rubbing your back ever so slightly sending tingles down your spine. You feel your stomach tighten as you stare at him. This man, he is feared by so many, but you have never felt safer. You want to stay here, laying on top of him in front of the fireplace, forever. No one vying for his attention, no Wanderers to fight. Just the two of you. 

“Sylus…”

He puts a hand behind his neck, lifting his head to look at you better. You almost choke on your words, you were just thinking about how you two were taking things slowly and now… You wanted more. But would he want to?

“Yes, my beloved?” 

You loved when he called you that. He started using it more often after getting back from the grasslands. And every time you catch yourself thinking about what life would have been like if you both had stayed. What would you be doing right now?

“I know what I want for Christmas.”

“Oh? But you said ‘No presents Sylus, I mean it’ just two days ago.” You roll your eyes to avoid blushing at his impersonation of you. 

“I changed my mind.”

“Alright, what do you want?”

“You.” 

He stares at you, his eyes wide with surprise. His ears start to turn red and you know he’s thinking up a snarky comment to make you just as flustered. But not this time. You weren’t going to lose your nerve, you were on cloud nine and didn’t want to let this moment slip away.

“You. Your time. Your space. Even your silly comments that drive me crazy. I just want you. And only you.”

You’ve never known him to be speechless, but he doesn’t even try to say another word. His lips pressed together, his jaw clenched. His eyes burrow into yours and you watch as every wall he built up comes crumbling down. Just like you feel entirely safe with him, he feels entirely safe with you. He caresses your face and you drop your gaze, feeling the weight of your confession hit you like a tsunami. He lifts your chin to look at him. 

“You’ve always had me.”

His lips find yours once more. You hold his face with your hands, sighing deeply as his hands drift from your waist, to your hips, lower and lower…

“I FIXED IT!”

You pull away from Sylus in a rush and you both look over to the door of the office. Luke and Kieran stand in the doorway, it seems they are frozen as they take in the scene before them. You, laying on top of Sylus on the floor in front of the fireplace. They start to slowly step backwards out the door when you spot the angel in Luke’s hand. 

“Wait! Oh my god! You did! You fixed it!”

You roll off of Sylus and stand up. Eagerly jogging around the couch to them. 

“Yeah, it wasn’t easy and it, ughh… might not be like it was.” He hands you the angel timidly.

You inspect the angel. The bumps of the dried hot glue and the tiny cracks and chips that couldn’t be repaired. You hold it up to the light and glance behind you, spotting a tiny rainbow square on the floor.

“It’s perfect.”

Luke sighs, relieved. Kieran pats his shoulder and tugs at his jacket urging him to follow him out of the room. Luke nods his head and skips out of the room behind Kieran, closing the door as he goes. Sylus walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your stomach.

“An angel?”

“A tree topper. An antique from my grandmother. I thought you might appreciate it being, well… unique, vintage? It’s my favorite.” 

“Then it’s my favorite too. Let’s put it on the tree then?”

You nod, not bothering to hide the smile on your face. He lifts you and places you on his shoulder. He holds onto your legs as you lean to settle the angel on top of the tree. Once it is secure, Sylus bends to let you hop off. You look up at the angel as Sylus wraps his arms around you once more. You hold onto his arms at your waist and lean back against his chest. You feel his heartbeat, always racing, but steady. Sylus leans down and places a kiss to your temple before whispering into your ear.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

Tag List (comment if you wanna be added!): @trishiepo0 @not-so-quite-human @kitsunetori @babyx91 @libriomancer @lilyadora

[ajwrks]

Would you be willing to write about a gender neutral human reader that views Ratchet as a father figure? :)

—Father Figure

ratchet x gn! human reader

oh my gosh you have no idea how excited i got when i saw a request LMAO. i have never done one of these before so i apologize if this isn’t what you wanted..

ratchet as your father figure on the lost light can either be bothersome or absolutely fun. there is no in between LOL

i see ratchet as a father figure who can be overbearing at times, but only because he has an instinctual feeling to protect you at all cost. with you, ratchet tends to be a nurturer

taking you under his wing means that, of course, you stick around like glue to help him with any procedures that might be underway and overall help facilitate things for him <3 

with that comes very crucial lessons about cybertronian anatomy (even if you don’t ask for it) and dealing with medical instruments. ratchet is very adamant about you knowing what you’re doing especially if you’re going to be assisting him— or maybe take this seriously in the future

“y/n! you’re not holding the laser scalpel correctly!” he groans in his servos. your body does a complete 180 full of exasperation. 

“then how do you want me to hold it?!”

“were you even paying attention…?” he scoffs. 

sometimes, you and ratchet could be bickering and poor first aid has to stand awkwardly in the same room and pretend he can't hear anything 

ratchet always makes sure that you’re at 100%. you can expect to hear him ask if you’ve eaten, drunk any water, etc

ratchet knows a lot in the health realm for humans, and as soon as the words “i don’t feel good” or something that indicates you’re not at 100%— oh he’s going FULL dad mode. so be ready for scolding and ratchet being worried to death 

in the beginning when activities were being done at swerves bar, you were usually the one who got him to come out of his comfort zone and “not be boring” you tell him, and at least get him to take part in something.

ratchet is definitely always there for you when you need emotional support. whether that's reassurance or you just need a pillar of support to lean on.  

ratchet is for sure one of those individuals who is gonna lay it down how it is and won't sugar coat it. soooo if you’re looking for him to take your side in a certain situation and he shouldn’t? he WILL make it known (he lowkey be living for your gossip sessions)

oh and you for sure have to deal with drifts antics at trying to get at ratchet

“hey y/n! Is ratchet here?” 

“yeah why?” 

“to talk to him...?” squinting, you lean on the frame of the entrance with a knowing grin— practically stretching from ear to ear. 

“oh yeah? about what— ”

“for primus' sake. let him in y/n!” with a roll of your eyes, you step aside.

“first aid. let's jump him.” (he never helped you btw💔)

the time that ratchet came back from delphi and you noticed his servos didn’t freeze up and rather, moved more fluidly than before

“hey ratchet. what did you do to your hands?” you asked. closely peering at his servos. “they seem less tense,” he stills at your question. 

“you don’t need to know.” 

[cherrygenshin]

Obey Me! Rut HC's

Warnings: SMUT! 18+! MINORS DNI! Breeding, that's about it lol, it's pretty tame for smut.

GN reader

Smut under the cut!

Lucifer

His rut lasts a bit longer than most demons, usually goes for one or two weeks.

Wouldn't really want you involved due to the fact his nature can be a tad uncontrollable during his rut, but will let you aid him if you insist.

His pride goes absolutely wild during his ruts. He doesn't normally mark you? Now he does. He doesn't normally like the idea of people watching? Now he'll take you anywhere, even if people are around.

Also becomes very possessive. Watch out if he smells one of his brothers on you, you WILL be punished.

Likes it when you're loud and will purposefully try to make you scream, he wants his brothers to hear who's pleasing you so well.

Actually uses LESS dirty talk while he's in his rut. His brain is filled with thoughts of breeding you and bringing himself pleasure, he doesn't really have the mental capacity to think of sexy things to say.

On that note, in place of where he'd usually talk, he grunts and groans.

Even though his brain is telling him to breed, he's not that keen on the idea of kids. He already has 6 brothers to look after, does he really need more responsibility?

In the short periods where his strong urges reside, he will make sure to be incredibly attentive to you, making sure you're staying hydrated, smothering you in kisses and praise of how well you're doing for him.

Mammon

His rut is normally pretty short, only lasting 4 or so days.

He's demenor doesn't really change too much, he's pretty horny in general so you're used to being pulled aside for a quickie when he needs one.

Actually makes a little nest in his room, piling his blankets, pillows, shirts, and anything of yours he can find all together.

Unlike Lucifer, he will purposefully seek you out and ask for your help during his ruts. You're his human, you're both in this together!

Like glue to your side, in the small moments you're not fucking like rabbits he will be at your side, touching you in some way. Makes him more domestic??

Becomes slightly more subby, will beg much faster than usual and will whine/cry when reaching his climax.

DIRTY TALK KING?? "Fuck yes, gonna fill you up" "Wanna take my cum baby? Yeah you do." "Gonna breed you, gonna make y' nice and full with my seed."

Can't keep his fucking mouth shut, not that you mind.

Like Lucifer, he is an aftercare king. He's canonically really caring in general, and thankfully his rut doesn't take away from that. You're his special human, he needs to make sure you're okay :)

Leviathan

Poor baby gets hit HARD, his ruts last for two or more weeks.

He won't approach you for help, you'll have to seek him out and offer to help him. Maybe even have to beg him to let you help him. Poor boy is just so embarrassed!

When he eventually agrees to letting you help, be prepared to not leave his room for days on end.

Nest King 👑 Fills his little tub up with all of his body pillows (and maybe he's got one of your panties hidden in amongst the pillows) it gets so full you can't even tell there's a bathtub under all that mess.

His tail will be wrapped around you 24/7, even when you're not busy going at it.

Gets very possessive, but in a quiet way? He won't openly tell you he's unhappy that --- spoke to you, but there will be signs.

LAYS EGGS!!!

Has two dicks for a reason, one lays eggs and one fertilises them.

The idea of you carrying his eggs drives him absolutely insane, he will cum at just the thought of you with your belly swollen with his eggs.

Loud, like, ridiculously loud. You know the way pornstars moan like they're receiving the best pleasure they've ever received the moment they get touched?? That's Levi.

Even though he's the one breeding you, he still begs when he's close to climax. "Please lemme fill you up!" "Please, please take my cum!"

Unfortunately bb boy isn't big on aftercare, he barely takes care of himself so it may be up to you to make sure you're both hydrated and well fed. He appreciates you very much though and will be sure to tell you.

[thesongofthesiren]

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but I just want to say, as someone who used to wear acrylic nails for at least a decade, they are such a fucking sham.

Growing up I was always fed the idea that nails meant you didn’t have to do anything? Which was supposed to be considered a good thing? Like “teehee I don’t have to do anything I’m so spoiled” but they try hiding from you how fucking fun it is to actually do things.

Ever shoot a gun? Fucking phenomenal. Hit your target? Feels fantastic. That aside, being able to take a gun apart, study how it works, and put it back together? Absolutely amazing.

Ever use a fucking power saw? Power tools in general are invigorating. Built a whole work bench in the detached garage. Talk about something being actually empowering.

I had to stop playing piano because of my nails. Who chooses fake nails over literally getting to create art?! Crazy. I can’t believe once upon that time I actively made that choice.

Gardening? Couldn’t imagine trying to do that with nails. Getting dirt stuck in there for days? Would feel horrible. Feeling self conscious when you go to get them fixed because of how dirty they are. I forgot how much I loved playing in the dirt as a child. I love the smell of soil. It makes you feel more connected to the Earth. I talk to my plants, I read to my plants. I love my plants.

Book Nooks! They’re models you get to put together. Super small parts. Glue needed. So far put together a model greenhouse and a model library. Would literally be impossible with fake nails. You feel so accomplished when you’re done. Takes about 6-8 hours to do most of the time. There’s electrical you get to put together. Sometimes you’re twisting wires together trying to get the lights on lol. Love those things.

Getting to work with your hands feels great. It’s freeing. Fake nails completely strips you of that. When I had nails on I had problems simply trying to button a blouse…. that’s depressing to think about.

I know basically all radfems know of this. So this is more for the cryptos. The lurkers. The ones in the shadows who are curious. Who want to learn.

Im telling you. You don’t know what you’re missing.

[jamiesshelves]

Parts of TSC I can't stop thinking about (after my first read)

Jean having a few minutes before Riko got to him and using it to text Renee a warning. NOT asking her to help him. But warning her. Probably to protect Kevin and Neil more than himself.

Jean viewing himself as a captive with Wymack and Abby

Jean calling Neil Nathaniel until that sudden switch (just like when Neil thought of himself as Nathaniel)

Jean being the same age as Neil, so one of the youngest characters we know

Jean worshipping Thea and her calling him Paris

Jean throwing out Andrew's candy

Jean roasting Aaron for being unimportant even with a murder investigation going on

Renee giving Jean forehead kisses

"Right person, wrong time"

Jean taking Renee's picture and it being the only picture he has

The way the world perceives Riko as a martyr after his death

The way the world brushes aside that he almost killed Neil on live TV

"The only one close enough was andrew"

Jean reaching towards the TV as if he could save Neil and wanting him and Andrew to run

Jeremy being brunette through the events of TFC

The Trojans being okay with their plan for the foxes game because they knew they'd lose to the ravens eventually anyway

Jeremy living at home and having an estranged family situation

Jeremy having a butler he loves and trusts more than his family

BarkBark

Jean's promise to Kevin

Jean calling Kevin a "beautiful boy"

Both Jean and Jeremy trusting Kevin whole heartedly

Kevin giving truths about the nest to Jeremy

Kevin admitting to sticking to Andrew like glue because he didn't know how to be by himself after the nest

The coaches concern as they realize the way raven coaches treated Jean

The rumors about Jean and that Neil never thought of them

Jean being confirmed a bi king and simping over everyone except canon beautiful Neil

Jean probably not simping after Neil because he's the partner that could've been, aka a brother/safe space he never got

Jean not realizing why top surgery scars, and his abuse scars, would be seen differently

Jean not understanding why Trojans can pick their own clothes, food, majors, etc

Andrew letting Neil go to the FBI in California without him because he trusts his runaway to come back

Neil's immediate response to hearing about Greyson is hiring a hitman

Neil sassing the FBI

"I guess Drake wasn't a biter"

Neil telling Jean he can lock his door if it makes him feel safe but he doesn't have to worry anymore

Cat wanting to teach Jean to ride a motorcycle

"Kevin has earned the right to be"

Jean being afraid to ever teach anyone French again

Jeremy hiding from the police

Elodie

"That's putting it mildly." WHAT THE FUCK STUART.

Jean's list.

Jean still texting Renee

The reason the Trojans stay so positive

"I'm not safe with you anymore"

The parallels between Jean and Neil

Jean thinking he never got anything he didn't deserve

Jean only having a carry on bag like Neil

Wymack giving Jean money and his note

The Trojans giving Jean forehead kisses

Jeremy being into Jean but wanting to allow Jean to be able to heal first

Honestly more but this is enough for now lol

[livwritesstuff]

hello hello here I am again this time with an Instagram link! I fully believe Eddie has done this before and will continue to do it. Obviously not when the girls are babies but before they have girls? After the girls are old enough to take care of themselves/have moved out of the house??? Oh 100% Eddie is a Dramatic Motherfucker who Needs Steve in the same room as him whenever possible. (But also simultaneously it’s Just when he’s in that mood. It’s not 24/7. If that makes any sense at all?) idk I thought it was a cute vid and wanted your take on it… bonus points for the girls’ reactions when they discover this :)

lol yeah it’s no secret that eddie is stuck to steve like glue. i love the whole clingy-steve thing, but clingy-eddie, who gets clingy once he realizes steve is in it for the long-haul, is SO delectable to me. maybe their kids don’t know the full extent of eddie’s clinginess (i.e. the shenanigans in this video, which would probably stay between them) but when Steve says he’s going to bed, the girls know that means Eddie’s going to bed too, and if Steve has to go run some errands Eddie’s gonna tag along if he can, and if Eddie catches wind of Steve being on his way home from work, he’s probably gonna call him to check in. all this does nothing but lend itself to their kids’ belief that they are being raised by the dorkiest, sappiest, lamest dads ever.

(all jokes aside tho, I think as the girls get older they start being able to recognize how special it is that they’re being raised in a home where it’s evident every single day that their parents are just as in love with each other on day 5-million as they were on day one).

[newapocalyptia]

I gotta be honest, I feel like you can’t really kill Sal because he’s kind of the glue of the whole thing? He’s the catalyst for a lot of plot it seems, and if it wasn’t for him, a lot of the characters wouldn’t have met each other (probably?), had their kids, and idk I know you keep saying he’s a bad guy but I really like him. He has redeeming qualities *to me* lol. (I totally understand it’s your universe and you’re of course deciding what happens in the end! If this was a Real TV Show™️ though I would definitely be the one on AO3 woobifying Sal in my fanfics. I just love a morally ambiguous/‘evil’ character and everyone else is so nice lol)

oh, I have no intentions whatsoever of killing Sal! jokes from the time traveling bits about his future demise aside, he’s a load-bearing asshole— you’re right, he’s almost as much of a plot catalyst as the apocalypses are. The core of the narrative is Marian’s irresponsible loyalty to her scumbag brother, they’re essentially the two main characters.

I love my little bastard conman, and his nihilistic fuckboy bestie lmao

[dukeofdelirium]

I'm sorry but Finn taking Noah on that expensive restaurant date; Gaten inviting him to his Medival birthday party; 90% of the cast going to Troye's concert for Noah's birthday; Caleb inviting Noah to his birthday party where Finn was present too; Nillie going to Sabrinas tour together and their stans say Noah is hated by them lol They are seething and hissing rn

It’s so weird how Noah haters keep trying to perpetuate this lie that the rest of the cast hates him or something lmfao like as if there isn’t so much evidence to the contrary. They’re a bunch of losers who need to quit sniffing glue and actually do something useful with their lives aside from cyber bullying a gay guy for no reason

[caracwinters]

Flare Signal (by @queenangst/achievingelysium on AO3) Fic Binding Update #7

IT'S DONEEEEEEEEEE

It's definitely far from perfect but I'm SO HAPPY WITH IT ANYWAY LOOK AT IT

Casing in is my least favorite part of the process, it feels like there's so much that could go wrong and ruin the entire project with every step ;-; Thankfully, all went well this time around, no major issues aside from getting a lot of glue on my hands lol

AND IT'S DONE NOW. I CAN HOLD IT IN MY HANDS. IT'S VERY HEAVY AND ALSO VERY COOL

Gonna send it in the mail to friend ASAP, I'm so excited to get her reaction ehehe

[wordsandrobots]

Hey there! loved your IBO writeups and I wanted to hear your thoughts on a certain character relationship/dynamic that I have yet to see fully analyzed. What do you think is the significance or thematic meaning behind the Mika, Atra, and Kudelia trio.

Besides the occasional harem joke lol, the most I have yet to muse about their dynamic is that while both Mika and Kudelia are fixated on their self sacrificing roles and ideals, meaning Mika being the Devil of Tekkadan and Kudelia being the Maiden of Revolution, Atra seems to be the glue that binds them together and tie them back down to reality. Which fits considering the ending.

But what are your thoughts tho?

(Also any plans on a Mika and McGillis writeup)

Hi! Glad you've enjoyed the rambling!

First, really, truly sorry it took so long to get around to answering this. A combination of illness and heavy workload has left my brain more scattered than usual.

Second, nothing planned at present regarding Mika and McGillis, although it's definitely something worth exploring. There's a lot of interesting things to be said about the way McGillis misreads their relationship while being so inspired by Mika, and how Mika cuts through a lot of McGillis' bullshit by being tied to the reality the older man is trying to escape.

Now, on to the main topic.

One way to look at it is that Mikazuki, Atra and Kudelia are a marriage of different conceptions of what gives life meaning. You've got Mikazuki dedicating himself to serving another's ambition, Atra finding purpose in everyday tasks, and Kudelia working towards improving the world as a whole. These can also be seen as three different forms of sacrifice, with each of them giving up things they could have had elsewhere (self-direction, safety, status) for the sake of doing what they think is right.

Another approach is to emphasise their similarities, as equally compassionate people. Kudelia is spurred into action by moral indignation at the treatment of her fellow Martians. Mikazuki is automatically protective of those around him, including strangers. And Atra's skill-set is rooted in the practicalities of looking after other people. This shared drive shapes their relationship from the start: not for nothing do group hugs form key moments in its progression.

If I were to take a stab at assigning them a particular thematic meaning as a group, though, it is this: combined, they represent how far out of reach superficially mundane desires can lie for those at the sharp end of society.

Consider Atra. I've seen criticisms of Iron-Blooded Orphans focused on the stereotypical nature of her contentment with the domestic and desire to settle down with the people she loves (including somebody saying the writers 'had never met a woman in their life', which is bleakly funny) and yes, these do reflect gendered expectations to an extent. However, to stop there misses that, in context, 'I want a peaceful existence as a housewife and supportive member of the community' is a wildly aspirational life-goal. Before meeting Mikazuki, Atra was a homeless runaway fleeing a miserable existence as the dogsbody at a brothel. She isn't under any illusion that what she wants is going to follow naturally from simply being a girl, much less so after falling in with a group of suicidally-reckless child soldiers. The desperation that leads her to suggest Kudelia have a child with Mikazuki in order to keep him with them is extremely well-founded.

Likewise, as I've discussed many times before, Mikazuki's stated aim (devotion to Orga aside) is to be a farmer. To grow vegetables. More of a challenge on Mars than on Earth, yet hardly the stuff of a 50-episode mecha anime in its own right. But, again, Mikazuki is not in a social position where this is automatically feasible. Not only does he lack the required education, farming itself is not the stable livelihood it should be. Fighting is a far more certain source of income and while he does not ever stop trying to learn about growing plants – as a recent commenter rightly pointed out – the choices he makes or is forced to make continually place his dream further out of reach.

And for her part, Kudelia wants nothing more than to ensure Atra and Mikazuki can live the lives they want. Their articulation of her intentions reveals its core straightforwardness: she really is working to ensure the happiness of the Martian people. That's the entire point. Settling on Mikazuki's hypothetical farm is an idea she clearly sees as a long way off, even while cherishing the invitation. But she never wavers from wanting that reality for Mikazuki and Atra, and by extension the rest of Tekkadan. High-handed and naïve though her initial attempts to treat them as equals are, she keeps trying and internalises the lessons they teach her, and that only increases her commitment to a world where no child has to get blood on their hands for the sake of survival.

Here, though, we come to the crunch. Because the things in the way of the simple, simply-stated future these three are after do not lie within their actual relationship, which develops naturally over the course of events until they are firmly a romantic trio. Rather, they are grappling with being caught inside an exploitative structure that proceeds from three hundred years of Earth-centric hegemony. Mikazuki and Atra's poverty has roots far outside their control and Kudelia's challenges to those roots are met with violent resistance from the status quo. For them to be happy would require either a dramatic elevation of their position (Orga's solution), or transforming the economic distribution of their society (Kudelia's solution).

All three are ready to make a fight of it, utilising their complementary talents and shared reserve of bravery. They support one another as best they can through the ensuing struggles. Mutual respect and care is a key part of what binds them together, with Kudelia's determination reflecting what she sees in Mikazuki, Atra's acts of protectiveness towards Kudelia belying her noncombatant role, and Mikazuki swearing to fight for Atra's happiness as reciprocation for her declaration of love.

But in the end this is simply not a story where the daring warrior, plucky princess and brave peasant-girl can win the day. The sacrifices necessary to reach for a better future preclude everyone living to see it. Atra's fears that Mikazuki will be lost to them prove accurate. Kudelia's desire to provide those she loves with a safe, stable life is subordinate to the material connections necessary to pursue that very goal. And Mikazuki's drive to act for others leads him to embrace Gundam Barbatos, the silent fourth member of this relationship, carrying him inexorably to his doom.

I talked in my essay on queerness in IBO about how the epilogue is centred on Akatsuki. Mikazuki and Atra's son is the triumph achieved despite the tragedy, a testament to love that mattered in spite of the violence that consumed it. We find him living peacefully on Sakura Farm with Atra, Kudelia acting as his guardian, giving tangible meaning to his father's death and how things have changed since, no matter if Tekkadan are forgotten.

That framing, however, is bittersweet. The final shots, juxtaposing Akatsuki with photographs from before everything fell apart, reinforce the cost of reaching this point and there remain battles to be fought, as Kudelia smiles for the cameras, signing treaties with her enemies to further chip away at long-standing injustices. The better world is still a work-in-progress and far too many people didn't live to see even this much.

Behind the hope, the cruelty of the situation lies laid bare. Again, Mikazuki and Atra were not asking for much. Their happiness, which Atra achieves in part, would have been entirely unobjectionable. The suggestion Mikazuki enjoys killing makes him display – for him – considerable distress. His hands tremble at the idea, despite violence being central to his current existence. Indeed, it is that existence, stretching back to his time on the streets, that taught him to respond violently. Had things been different, he would have been content raising crops and children.

Even Kudelia's suggested changes are relatively mild. Greater economic parity with Earth is hardly an unreasonable request and finds supporters among the political class. At the same time, the outsized response exposes a great deal about how important the inequality is to those at the top, how it is actively chosen and enforced. Trite as it might seem on the surface, a goal of 'making everybody happy' can lead in radical directions, provoking questions like 'why isn't everybody happy?', 'who does their unhappiness benefit?', 'who would its abolition inconvenience?', and 'how does society justify the absence of happiness in the first place?'

Iron-Blooded Orphans spends its run pairing such matters with a sweet, supportive, polyamorous teenage romance. The sharpness of this contrast emphasises the humanity of those involved and the sheer unfairness of their circumstances – and of what is required of them to improve matters, when power is hoarded elsewhere.

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At least, that's where my mind went off the back of your question. There's a lot of that contrast in IBO, between the mundane reality of the people involved and their outsized reputation, infamy and actions. Plus, the treatment of sexuality, polyamory and queerness as just ordinary is something I deeply love about it, as a show.

Thank you for the ask! As a bonus note, this is my go-to Atra song.

('Words, you cannot possibly have a Thea Gilmore song for every occasion.' Just you watch me.)

[Index of other writing]

[cherryozyi]

SQUISH FANFICTION REAL!

(Squish Oneshot) Light-up Sleeper

“Okay… this should be done by tomorrow… OH MY GERM, how long have I had time to complete this?!”

Naturally, Pod was rather focused on schoolwork, and he always seemed to get it done on time. But take planning Three Best Friends day into mind, and it becomes a tiny problem to catch up with everything.

Pond Studies… Art Class… Science… Algebra… not to mention the various gadgets he constantly created… he hoped to make something that could get it all done faster… but then, at last, it was done.

“Finally…” He then decided to get some rest then and there, not even noticing the clock, which read 4:00 am. Daybreak came, and so did the need to go to school. His mother Daisy was working early today, so he had to prepare for school himself. The breakfast he got was half a cup of juice and a cupcake. I can get an iced coffee on the way, he thought. He got his coffee and ran straight to the bus. Right when he got on, he took a sip. The chilly caffeinated contentment danced on his senses, cooling him down and perking him up at the same time. By the time he made it to school, only one sip was left, and he certainly made it count as he approached the doors. Another amoeba approached him. It was Squish. “Pod! My man, my ‘moeba! Almost time for class! Peggy’s already in there, but it won’t start without the smartest student in class- and Small Pond!” Pod smiled at that. Oh no, is the caffeine wearing off already? He slightly slowed down a bit as soon as he got to his desk.

The teacher, Mr. Rotifer, was giving his lecture on mud, sand, and small pebbles like usual. Anyone would have fallen asleep after hearing him talk for a long time, but Pod usually payed attention, so you can guess how many students were shocked at the genius’s little nap.

“…Are you sure you don’t need a break from class, Pod?” He woke up with a start. “Huh? Wh-what? Umm, yes, I might need a break.” Outside of class, Squish and Peggy looked at their friend with slight concern, especially since Peggy is almost always seen with a smile.

“You okay, Pod?” “Yeah, you almost never fall asleep like everyone else during Mr Rotifer’s lectures! Did you get enough sleep?” Pod was at an internal stalemate. Should he tell the truth, or say what they would like him to say? “I- Of course I got enough sleep!”

Just then, something happened. He lit up like a glow stick. The sudden light got the sleepiness out of his eyes immediately, and he was shocked. “…Okay, maybe I went to bed a little late last night, but it couldn’t have been that late!” The glow faded with those words.

Squish and Peggy both stared at him a while. “…When DID you go to sleep?” Squish asked, playfully nudging at his friend’s membrane. “I, um, don’t remember.” He didn’t light up when he said that, so he must’ve told the truth.

“Wait, you GLOWED when you told us that you got sleep, then stopped glowing when you told the truth. Then that means…” Squish started to laugh at the thought. “The SMARTEST BOY in SMALL POND DIDN’T KNOW he ate one of his own GLOW CUPCAKES?! Bahahahahah! Heheheh, you’re, uh, not mad, are you?”

“No, just disappointed at MYSELF that I didn’t tell you that I needed rest.” He averted his eyes and tried to stay awake. “I guess planning Three Best Friends day on a week with the most class work ISN’T such a good idea.”

Just then, Peggy got an idea. “Don’t worry, Pod! We’ll plan Three Best Friends day for you, and you can get some sleep as a reward for all the school work you did!” Squish smiled at the idea.

“It’s just one week,” he chimed. “Besides, not like you can lie about getting enough sleep for a week now, right?” The Three Best Friends smiled at the plan.

“…Thanks, guys.”

[unspuncreature]

3 weeks post-op today :o)

nipple scabs and surgical glue are almost gone. most of the glue that stubbornly remains is under my arms. most of my nipple sutures have fallen out or partially come out enough to trim them back which is suuuuuch a relief. with my nerves healing and the nerve grafts taking but nowhere near fully healed yet, it feels so bizarre for the stitches to slide out of my skin lol

had my post op yesterday and was told again that i’m healing beautifully which was reassuring. my surgeon exuberantly gripped my hands and congratulated me and offered me a hug. i could’ve cried. she’s such a wonderful human being and surgeon. i would recommend her and my plastic surgeon to anyone seeking DI w/ FNG and nerve grafts.

although i got them removed approx a week and a half ago, my drain sites are still extremely sore. it limits my movements almost as much as anything to do with my incisions or muscles, but i will continue to work at it with the mobility exercises my care team recommended.

still a little tender and swollen under my arms and towards my sternum which is more uncomfortable than anything. still dealing with bloating, but if i had to guess, it’s likely just my normal endo belly bloat lol

now that i can lift my arms a smidge, i’ve been wearing some sweaters i always liked but could never love before top op. i feel like i have a new lease on life :o) it also helps that i can feel some of my energy and momentum and general executive function beginning to return.

this past saturday, my friends and local drag community hosted a fundraiser show in my honor to help with the unexpected costs/lost wages from all these surgeries i’m having.

we were able to raise enough to cover an entire month’s rent in just one short evening. to say i’m grateful is an understatement. my heart is fit to burst. the weight off my shoulders to not worry about a month of rent while i undergo the next two surgeries is life-changing. never underestimate the power of queer community and mutual aid.

pics below the cut. aside from the usual content warning, there’s also a pre-op pic of my chest. today we get a little intimate here chez unspuncreature

[orions-choker]

PART TWO OF ANIMALS PLEASE

Animals PT.2 (James x Reader Smut)

Warnings: Oral(Female Receiving), Praise Kink, Werewolf! James

Word Count: 2,175

(Silly little part 2 to the Werewolf! James fluff I wrote, I never intended to make a part 2 but this was cute so I couldn't help it. This can be read standalone if you're just here for some smut lol)

Y/N awoke to the rhythmic tapping of James’s tail hitting the bed. Her eyes cracking open slowly she realized the afternoon had passed during her nap, the room bathed in darkness aside from the sliver of slight peering in from the hallway. She blinked, her eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness. 

There was a subtle glow of eyes beside her, she turned her head with a small smile. It was one of the few unsettling things about James she had grown accustomed to. His reflective eyes were a trait he shared between wolf and man. It was almost comforting now. “Hey, how long have I been out?” She yawned. 

The sheets shifted beneath her as she slowly sat up, her hand coming to rest on his head, ruffling the mop of long blonde hair. “Couple hours, would have let you keep sleeping but m’hungry.” James sighed into her touch. He stood up alongside her, trailing behind her as she shuffled into the dimly lit kitchen. 

“Don’t give me that, you know how to cook.” She teased him with a smile. He certainly wasn’t useless, he just liked being doted on. Y/N was more than willing to do that for him. Leaning up she rummaged around the cupboards pulling down ingredients. The action had her standing on her tiptoes, the fabric of her shirt rose slightly revealing her smooth skin. 

James’s mouth went dry, he pressed himself to her back. One arm came to wrap around her waist to steady her, the other reaching up and grabbing what she needed with ease. His height was certainly useful, especially when she smiled at him like that. Bright and beaming like a star. “Thanks James-y.” Her voice dripped like sweet honey. 

He nodded at her, reluctant to release his hold on her as she mulled about the kitchen. “I just like it when you cook for me, it tastes better.” He mumbled. Leaning against the counter he watched her with steady eyes. She was cooking mexican, his favorite. She always knew exactly what he wanted. 

There was a small clatter of pots and pans as she busied herself. She shot him a playful glare from over her shoulder. “Or you’re just lazy.” She chuckled. The air was filled with a pleasant aroma of spices as she worked. “I could feed you dog food and you would be happy as long as you didn’t have to do it.” 

James’s laughter bellowed across the house. “Yeah, you got me there Y/N.” His grin was lopsided as he approached her from behind once more. It seemed blissfully domestic watching her cook from him, just the two of them together laughing and sharing smiles no one else would ever see. He wanted her, it was painfully obvious how much he wanted her. 

A squeak of surprise left Y/N’s lips as James' heavy head came to rest on her shoulder, his arms encircling her waist once more. “Careful James, the pan’s hot.” She warned him, relaxing in his hold. He was incredibly touchy, she had grown accustomed to him sticking to her like glue. There was something softer, more tender in his touch this time, the way his nose pressed against her neck. It had her craning her neck slightly to look at him. 

He returned her gaze, something heavy in the way he peered into her with his bright blue eyes. His usual grin wiped from his face as he leaned forward. Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat at the intense proximity. “James, are you feeling okay?” She asked softly, placing her spatula down as she turned in his hold. 

Suddenly her back was pressed to the counter, caged in by James’s looming form. His big wolf ears were pressed flat against his head. She was reminded very quickly that James was still a predator, and she certainly felt like prey at the moment. “Can I kiss you?” The question came out a low grumble, catching her by surprise. 

She recognized the hunger in his eyes now, the glint of his sharp teeth as his tongue swiped across his lips. Her heart hammered against her rib cage, threatening to burst free at any moment. Of course she had thought about this plenty. 

Having a tall, gorgeous man residing in your house would do that to anyone. It didn’t help that he attached himself to her, body melded to her own at every possible point. The way he would press himself against her hand as she played with his soft blonde hair. Yeah she wanted to kiss him. 

The confirmation came from her in the form of a slow nod. Any words she wanted to say died in her throat as James leaned forward to devour her. His lips were slightly chapped against her own, but warm and soft. Despite the ferocity of the kiss he was gentle with her. The weight of his large hand came to rest on her hips as he pressed her further into the counter. 

Y/N returned the kiss eagerly. Her hands entangled themselves in his hair at the base of his ears. A soft gasp being forced from her throat as his teeth nipped against her bottom lip. Taking the opportunity of her mouth parting, James shoved his tongue against hers. The groan that followed rippled up from his chest. 

“What’s this about James?” Y/N mumbled against his lips, pulling back gently despite his protesting growls. There was concern swimming in the way she looked at him, her hands rubbing at his head soothingly. She certainly wouldn’t complain but it seemed as if the want had come out of nowhere. 

James was impatient as he kissed her again, his lips moving across the bottom of her jaw. His teeth grazed across the smooth skin. “I love you.” He whispered against her, barely audible. Her hands stilled their movements against him and he whined desperately. “I love you,” He repeated again, leaving sloppy wet kisses against her neck. “I know you love me too, I can smell it on you.” 

The room was spinning at the sudden confession. James’s neck buried in her neck as he lifted her legs around his waist. He loved her, yeah that made sense. She loved him too, when that had happened? She wasn't sure but she did. It felt right, natural, like it was the most obvious thing in the world that didn’t need to be said. Of course she loved him. 

Allowing herself to be picked up and placed on the kitchen counter, Y/N smiled down at him dumbly. “Yeah I love you James.” She sighed, reveling in the way his face lit up. Her thumb rubbed across his cheek fondly. “Silly boy, I have to finish cooking though.” She chastised him lightly. 

“I have something else I’d rather eat.” He grinned at her from where he stood between her legs. His fingertips dug into the flesh of her thighs through her jeans. There was a smugness on his face as he watched her eyes widen in surprise. The boldness of the statement caught her off guard. 

Y/N swallowed heavily, leaning over to the side to turn the dial on her stove burned off before they burnt down the house. “N-not here James.” She stuttered out, gently trying to push his head back as he leaned down, pressing kisses to her hips. 

He was relentless, his fingers coming to work open the button of her jeans. “Why not Y/N? This is where we eat is it not?” He teased her playfully. He dropped to his knees, yanking her forward slightly on the counter so he was at eye level with her hips. Her legs dangled off the counter, the tips of her toes not quite reaching the counter. She looked down at him in surprise, resting her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. “I’m just trying to be a good boy for you.” He looked up at her with a sweet smile. 

The cold air of the kitchen hit her thighs as the man between her legs tugged her pants off. How could she possibly find the words to argue with that. The way he looked between her thighs was criminal. The cheeky grin on his face and the way his eyebrows wiggled had her shoulders slumping in resignation. “You are my good boy.” She assured him, carding her fingers through his hair once more. 

James keened at the praise, she could see his tail wagging in a blur as his movements became more frantic. She hissed as her bare ass hit the cold of the kitchen counter, her pants and underwear being torn from her body. “Yeah? How good am I?” He whined out. His lips latched themselves to her inner thighs. 

The sudden proximity of James near her pussy had her squeaking, her nails digging into his scalp as he moved closer and closer. “Fuck James, so good, you're so good to me.” Her body doubled over, cradling his head in her hands as his lips finally made contact with her pussy. 

His tongue was warm and wet against her folds, nose pressed against her clit. “Just want to be good for you,” He sighed against her. His arms curled underneath her thighs, hand pressed against the flesh as he spread her out further. 

Y/N was teetering dangerously close to the edge of the counter, the only thing keeping her in place was his grip on her. Her mouth parted in an endless stream of moans. They echoed through the empty house, her own voice causing her to blush. 

The intrusion of his tongue at her entrance had her mewling. Her legs strained to snap closed around his head but she was held open on display. A mixture of saliva and her own release dripped onto the counter. “James holy, fuck please dont stop.” 

The words only served to spur him on further. He curled his tongue inside her, his hand moving around to her front to thumb at her clit gently. She could feel him smile against her, as her legs began to tremble violently. Her head tossed back, knocking against the wall lightly as a pressure began to build in her stomach. It wound around her insides like a tight coil threatening to break. She had never experienced such blinding hot pleasure before. 

“Come on, come on my tongue Y/N.” James growled out, leaning back to nip at her thighs gently. The flash of pain caused her to yelp only for it to be soothed once more by the incessant circling of her clit. The pressure built up, like a damn struggling to hold. She felt the coil snap, a wave coursing through her body with a scream. Her hands went limp in his hair as her orgasm ripped through her violently. 

Beneath her she could hear a pleased groan as her release coated James tongue. Y/N watched with wide eyes as he stood up once more, a lopsided grin on his face. His lips and chin glistened prettily in the overhead lighting of the kitchen. “Jesus Christ James.” Y/N gasped out, leaning into his arms as he gently picked her up. “Where did that come from?” The way her voice quivered had her sounding like she had just completed a marathon. Her head came to rest in the crook of his neck as he carried her to the couch. 

James chuckled lowly as he sat them down. “I told you I was hungry.” As he tugged her into his lap, her legs shifted leaving her straddling his hips comfortably. “Speaking of being hungry, any chance we can finish cooking?” He asked, head lolling to the side as Y/N pressed soft kisses to his cheek. 

“You expect me to stand again after that?” She scoffed, leaning back to glare at him. She couldn’t help the playful smile that took residence on her lips, she couldn’t even be fake upset with him. “If you actually wanted dinner Jamesy you should have kept it in your pants, do I have to train you to control yourself?” 

There was a displeased whine from the man beneath her, his fingers digging into the hips. His legs bounced impatiently. “C’mon Y/N,” There was a rough raspiness to his voice despite the neediness of his words. “I’ll hold you up so you don’t fall.” He reasoned with her. He was already lifting her to her feet once more. 

Y/N’s legs shook beneath her weight, but the presence of James’s large hands held her steady. She groaned and shook her head, stumbling back into the kitchen. As she relented to his request she couldn’t help but preen at the pleased reaction she provoked from him with her words. The way his fingers tapped against her skin excitedly, the groan that got caught in his throat as he nuzzled into the back of her head. “Fine, only because you’ve been such a good boy for me.”