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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖: Soft pillows

Word count: 3270

Summary: The SKZ pack finally leaves their house after a chaotic kitchen incident, filled with playful banter and teasing. As they drive to the hospital for Y/N’s doctor appointment, her anxiety grows, but friends like Felix and Han provide comfort. At the hospital, I.N stays by her side during a challenging examination, where the doctor discovers an infection. Meanwhile, the boys wait outside, sensing Y/N’s emotions and sharing lighthearted conversation, though worry lingers. Later, while shopping at the mall, Y/N and Felix enjoy their time together, supported by I.N’s watchful presence. The scene captures the mix of friendship, humor, and underlying concern as they rally around Y/N.

Warning: Angst/comfort, cursing, hate, insecurities, bruises, mini skirts.

After a flurry of Chan’s exasperated yelling and Y/N’s efforts to tidy up the kitchen with Felix and Han’s help, the pack finally managed to leave the SKZ pack house.

“It took us an hour to get out the door today,” Chan grumbled as they headed toward the neatly parked cars.

“Yeah, but at least Minho managed to get tofu out of his hair,” Han snickered, glancing at Minho, who was currently in a heated exchange with Changbin in the back.

“It wasn’t even me who used the kitchen!” Changbin protested, his arms crossed defiantly.

“I know, but I can’t stay mad at Y/Nnie. She’s too adorable and actually managed to cook a great meal without burning the place down,” Minho retorted, giving Changbin a playful smack on the back of the head.

The group’s playful banter continued, with teasing and light-hearted complaints filling the air. Chan eventually stepped in, “Okay, Changbin, Seungmin, and Hyunjin, you’re riding with me. The rest of you can go with Minho.”

Everyone responded with a chorus of affirmations. Y/N, holding Felix’s hand, remained quiet, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to Han’s lively chatter as he tried to entertain her.

“Alright, see you later, hyung,” Minho said quickly, giving Chan a quick peck on the cheek before adding, “Make sure you lot eat something; I don’t want to hear your grumbling stomachs while we’re shopping.”

“Okay, okay, I promise,” Chan chuckled, his tone both amused and guilty. He took the car keys from I.N and gave everyone a final wave. “Stay safe, guys. Take care of Y/nnie, please. If anything happens—”

“We’ll call you! Now can we go? I’m so excited, and my legs are freezing!” Han pouted dramatically, and Y/n giggled at the sight of his shivering legs peeking out from under his mini skirt.

“At least you look hot, babygirl,” Y/n teased playfully. Han’s cheeks flushed a deep red, a mixture of embarrassment and a hint of something more, making him chuckle nervously.

“Come on, say your goodbyes so we can get moving. Y/n’s appointment is soon, and I want to be there on time,” Leeknow instructed, starting up the car.

Y/n, being her usual shy self, stood rooted to the spot as Felix and Han went in for their goodbyes. The scene was a bit awkward, but endearing.

“Hey, I’ll see you soon, alright?” Chan said softly, his hand gently rubbing her arm. He extended his arms, gesturing for a hug. The polite gesture was so charming, and Y/n couldn’t help but smile.

“Yes, oppa,” she said, her eyes twinkling. As he wrapped his arms around her petite frame and kissed the top of her head, she felt butterflies flutter in her stomach.

“Bye, Y/nnie!” Changbin’s loud voice cut through the moment, startling Y/n and making her jump. She chuckled, shaking her head as she responded, “Bye, Changbin-ah.”

As the cars started and the engine roared to life, the group exchanged cheerful waves and playful jabs.

The car ride was surprisingly peaceful, but as they got closer to the doctor’s office, Y/n felt her nerves intensifying. She hated going to the doctor’s—too many germs and sad faces crowded into one place made her shiver and her throat tighten with anxiety.

No one seemed to notice her discomfort. Han and Felix were deep in conversation, Leeknow was humming along to the music, and I.N was focused on his phone, absorbed in whatever he was doing.

“Y/nnie, what do you think?” Han suddenly asked, pulling her out of her spiral of thoughts.

“Huh?” she replied, blinking at him, clearly not tuned into the conversation.

“What do you think about wolves with black fur?” he repeated, a playful smile on his face.

“Yeah... they’re whatever,” she mumbled, turning her gaze back out the window. She could feel the mood shift in the car; Han and Felix’s scents changed slightly, tinged with a sour sadness. Her omega instinctively whined in response.

Omega sad?

She glanced back at the two, furrowing her brows in confusion. “What’s wrong, guys?” she giggled at their pouts.

“You’re not paying attention to us,” Felix complained, wrapping his arms around her hand in a comforting gesture.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she chuckled, guilt creeping in. “I’m just nervous about the appointment, that’s all.” She hoped her reassurance would ease their concerns.

“Oh…” Felix’s expression softened as he processed her words. “Don’t be nervous, jagiya! Minho hyung found the best omega specialist ever. I know, because Han and I go there all the time,” he said brightly, pushing out his calming pheromones. Instantly, Y/n felt her shoulders relax as the soothing scent wrapped around her, calming her racing heart.

Han leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “And I promise, the waiting room has the comfiest chairs! You might even take a nap!” he teased, his playful tone breaking through her anxiety.

With a smile, Y/n leaned against Felix, feeling the warmth of their friendship. “Okay, I’ll try to relax,” she said, grateful for their support. 

Leeknow couldn’t help but smile as he glanced at the omegas in the back, doting on Y/n. It was a refreshing change; they were usually the ones being babied, and it warmed his heart to see them take such good care of her.

As the car pulled up to the hospital, Y/n began nervously scratching at her patches. “Stop that,” Minho said gently, taking her hand in his to still her fidgeting.

“You’ll do great,” I.N added, his reassuring voice a calming presence as they all climbed out of the car. “Just sit there,” he instructed, leading her toward the entrance.

The hospital loomed large and spacious before them, with countless hallways branching out like a maze. Nurses bustled about—some looked bored, while others were clearly on a tight schedule, their faces focused and determined. The antiseptic smell hung heavily in the air, sharp and a little bitter, mingling with the artificial fragrance of soaps and cleaners wafting from the scent ventilators. It was a necessary balance, ensuring that the hospital didn’t reek of illness, but still, it felt a little overwhelming.

Han was right; the waiting room chairs were surprisingly comfortable. As Y/n sank into one, she couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh. The cozy seating was a small relief amid her swirling nerves, and she found herself smiling at the supportive faces surrounding her.

“See? Not so bad, right?” Han chirped, plopping down beside her. His cheerful demeanor made her feel a bit more at ease.

With a deep breath, Y/n squeezed Minho’s hand, grateful for the warmth and encouragement.

“Alright, the doctor said we can come in now,” I.N announced, a mix of excitement and nerves in his voice after finishing up Y/n’s paperwork. She nodded quickly, standing up as each of them whispered tiny “good lucks” to her.

“Isn’t Minho coming?” she asked, a little confused as to why the youngest was the one taking her in.

“Nope! Hyung says only alphas can accompany betas or omegas to the doctor,” I.N shrugged as they strolled down the stark white corridor. “He thinks we don’t really know what we’re walking into—like it could be an alpha doctor trying to take advantage. It annoys me to no end!” His frustration bubbled beneath the surface as he imagined protecting his packmates from any threat.

Understanding his concern, Y/n kept quiet, her heart racing as they approached the examination room. I.N knocked lightly on the door, and a soft “Come in” floated out.

As they entered, they found a female doctor seated behind a desk, typing away intently.

“Well, good morning, I.N!” she beamed, rising to greet them.

“Good morning, noona! How are you?” he replied, his smile brightening the room as they took their seats.

“I’m alright, darling! And you?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

“I’m good! Channie-hyung sends his greetings, by the way. He couldn’t make it today.”

“Ah, okay, please tell him I send my regards too! I heard the great news about the new omega! who is this pretty omega?” She turned her attention to Y/n, her smile widening.

“Y-Y/n,” she stammered, cheeks flushing as she waved shyly. “Nice to meet you, noona.” She bowed slightly, quickly falling silent, feeling a mix of admiration and nerves.

“Nice to meet you too! I see you have a problem with your glands and you need a full body checkup. Do you mind if I check your glands out first?” The doctor asked, slipping on some gloves as she scanned Y/n’s file on her computer.

Y/n felt a flutter of anxiety, but I.N squeezed her hand reassuringly, encouraging her to trust the process.

I.N gave Y/n an encouraging look, nodding for her to sit on the examination bed. As she crisscrossed her legs, adjusting her skirt, I.N noticed and quickly removed his jacket, draping it gently over her lap.

“I got you,” he whispered, a warm smile spreading across his face. Y/n felt her cheeks heat up; his kindness felt almost angelic, leaving her wondering how she’d been so lucky to have such a respectful alpha by her side.

“Aish, what a charming boy,” the doctor teased, glancing at I.N with a playful glint in her eye. “You’ve got her all flustered now!”

“Ah, noona! It’s not like that, I promise!” I.N chuckled, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment, his ears turning a shade of pink. “Just go on, will you?” His playful dismissal made Y/n laugh, the sound lifting some of the tension in the room.

“Okay, okay! You young lovebirds these days, I swear," She shook her head while chuckling before making her way to Y/n "Now, let’s see what we’re working with.” The doctor gestured toward Y/n’s neck, seeking permission to touch.

Y/n hesitated, glancing at I.N for reassurance. He nodded encouragingly, and she slowly turned her neck toward the doctor, who gently peeled off the patches with practiced care.

“Oh no,” the doctor gasped, her expression shifting from casual to serious. The sound made Y/n's stomach drop.

“What is it?” I.N asked, panic creeping into his voice. He leaned forward, his eyes wide with concern.

“It looks like it’s really infected,” she said, frowning as she grabbed her tools. “How long have you been... um, abusing your glands?”

Y/n flinched at the word “abuse,” a wave of shame washing over her. Her omega whimpered internally, urging the doctor to stop examining such a vulnerable area. As the doctor began pricking and probing, Y/n’s grip tightened around I.N’s hand, squeezing it as if it were a lifeline.

“I’m sorry, Y/nnie,” I.N said softly, his voice soothing. “Just breathe. I’m right here. You can do this.” He shifted closer, trying to create a barrier of safety around her.

“I— I didn’t mean to,” she stammered, her voice trembling. “I thought it was just normal.” She winced as the doctor applied pressure, the discomfort causing tears to prick at the corners of her eyes.

“I get it,” the doctor replied, her tone softening. “A lot of omegas don’t realize the signs until it’s too late. But we’re going to help you, okay? Just a little more pressure here.” She focused intently on her work, her expression serious but compassionate.

Y/n took a deep breath, her heart racing, but I.N’s presence anchored her. “You’re stronger than you think, Y/n,” he said, his eyes locked on hers, filled with unwavering support. “We’ll get through this together.”

With a determined nod, Y/n focused on I.N’s reassuring gaze, drawing strength from his presence as the doctor continued her examination, the sounds of the hospital fading into the background. Each gentle prod from the doctor felt a little less daunting with I.N by her side, reminding her that she was not alone in this

“Alright, I’ll just clean it up a little and then put some numbing cream on it. But I’m banning you from using any more scent blockers,” the doctor sighed as she walked over to a cabinet, pulling out various supplies with a practiced ease.

Y/n felt a mix of relief and dread. “Okay…” she mumbled, glancing at I.N, who was watching intently, concern etched on his face.

“Your scent should start to come back in a few days, and the redness and swelling should go down by tomorrow morning,” the doctor explained, setting up a small table with the necessary equipment. She looked back at Y/n. “Does it hurt right now?”

“Yeah, it’s throbbing a little,” Y/n replied, wincing as a burning sensation pulsed through her neck.

“Okay, that’s normal,” the doctor reassured her. “I’m going to give you some tablets and a cream to help with that. Just remember, you can’t swim or let anything touch the area until it’s healed and your scent is back.”

I.N leaned forward, his voice steady and calm. “Should we clean it as well?” he asked, eager to gather all the information he could to make this easier for Y/n.

“Yes, definitely. I’ll send all the instructions to Chan so we don’t forget anything. Shall we?” The doctor grabbed a tiny cup and a piece of cloth before returning to stand in front of Y/n, who felt her heart race.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n swallowed hard. She felt a knot of anxiety in her stomach as she prepared for the doctor’s hand to start examining her sensitive glands. “Okay,” she whispered, pressing her eyes shut tight.

“Just focus on me, Y/n,” I.N said softly, reaching out to hold her hand. “You’re doing great. I’m right here.”

The doctor moved closer, her hands steady as she began the procedure. Y/n felt a jolt of discomfort, and she instinctively squeezed I.N’s hand, trying to distract herself from the sensation.

“You’re almost there,” I.N encouraged, his voice warm and soothing. “Just a little longer.”

Y/N nodded, her breath quickening as the doctor worked with careful precision. “I can do this,” she whispered to herself, trying to draw strength from the warmth of the room and the supportive presence beside her.

“Exactly,” I.N replied, his eyes locked onto hers, a reassuring anchor amidst the whirlwind of anxiety.

Once the doctor finished cleaning Y/N's glands, a flicker of irritation crossed her features, her omega clearly agitated. She took a deep breath, attempting to distract herself from the discomfort, but I.N was vigilant, watching for any signs of distress. Relief washed over him when her expression softened, the tension slowly fading.

His alpha instincts were on high alert; he fought the urge to growl at the beta in the room, wanting nothing more than to shield Y/N from any further discomfort. “Now that that’s over with, Y/N, can you stand on the scale for me?” Yuna asked with a professional smile.

With a tentative nod, Y/N made her way to the scale, her heart pounding as she stood still. Yuna read the numbers aloud, her brows furrowing slightly. “Oof, you’re really light and skinny, darling.” She sucked in her breath, jotting down the figure. “Not good at all. I may need to write you a dietary meal plan.”

I.N frowned, concern etching his features. “Is it that bad?” he asked, knowing Y/N was petite but not realizing the extent of the issue.

“I’m going to run some blood work to see how serious it is, and then we can go from there,” Yuna said, rising to grab a tray filled with syringes and needles.

“I’ll be quick, sweetie,” she assured Y/N as she prepped her skin.

I.N instinctively looked away, unable to bear the thought of seeing Y/N in pain. Thankfully, the blood draw was over quickly, and the samples were sent off without incident.

“Okay, dear, I need you to stand up and remove your shirt,” Yuna said, but Y/N hesitated, her brows knitting together in concern.

“Do you have to?” she asked, insecurity creeping into her voice. She feared revealing the bruises hidden beneath her sweater.

“Yes, I have to make sure you’re physically well—”

“Is that really necessary?” I.N interjected, his protective instincts flaring. He wouldn’t allow them to strip her down.

“Okay…” Yuna took a cautious step back, glancing at Y/N. “We can just examine you with your shirt on.”

“Innie, it’s okay. I’m fine; she’s just doing her job,” Y/N said softly, wanting to calm the storm brewing within I.N. “It’ll be quick, and you’ll be right here, see?” She held his hand, feeling his body slowly relax as he nodded.

“Sorry, noona, I didn’t mean—”

“Oh hush, jeogin. I get it. I’ve been in that position before,” she reassured him with a gentle pat before guiding Y/N to remove her shirt.

When Y/N’s shirt was finally off, both Yuna and I.N gasped at the sight of the purple, blue, and yellow bruises marred across her skin.

“Oh dear,” Yuna murmured, concern washing over her.

“I—I know it looks bad, but they’re healing,” Y/N stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“Does Chan know about this?” I.N asked, confusion and worry etched on his face. What had happened to her body?

“No, he doesn’t, it doesn’t hurt—” she started, but a sharp poke at her ribs made her wince. “Okay, maybe a little.”

“Yeah, that’s a lot of damage. We’re going to be here for a while,” Yuna finally decided, pulling out her phone to call Chan, her expression serious.

🌱🍄🌻🥞 (one hour later)

The boys sat outside, tension hanging in the air as they sensed I.N’s shift in emotions in the bond. Each of them was acutely aware of the unspoken rules about bonding, so they didn’t press for details. Instead, they waited patiently, the minutes stretching out like hours.

“This is torture,” Felix huffed, resting his elbows on his knees, frustration etched on his face. “I really hope she’s okay.”

“She’s fine, Lix. They’re probably just waiting on something, or Chan made the doctor run more tests, you know how he is,” Minho reassured, nudging Felix’s cheek playfully.

Leeknow was right; Chan always insisted on extra tests just to be sure everything was alright. It could be annoying, but it was comforting to know that no one in their pack would be overlooked.

“Hey, did you talk to Seungmin today?” Han asked, shifting the focus.

“Not really, just a quick hi and bye,” Felix replied, fidgeting with the hem of his mini skirt. “He seemed really distracted, so I didn’t want to bother him.”

“Oh yeah, he’s probably going through it,” Han said casually, but then furrowed his brow in confusion. “I was with him earlier, and he was saying—”

“Hey guys!” I.N’s voice cut through, and the boys turned to see him walking back with Y/n, her arm looped through his. In his other hand, he held a bag filled with medications. Felix leaped to his feet, pulling Y/n into a warm embrace, burying his face in her hair.

“That felt like the longest hour ever. Let’s never do that again, please,” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear, causing a chuckle to bubble up inside him.

“It was just an hour, silly,” he replied, grinning.

“An hour of scentless rooms is not my idea of fun,” Han growled, crossing his arms, which made Y/n pout.

“Let’s leave, guys. You both look agitated,” Y/n said, glancing at the others with a playful smile, her energy instantly lifting the mood.

As they started to head out, I.N leaned closer to Y/n, whispering, “You did amazing in there.”

“Thanks, Innie. I couldn’t have done it without you,” she replied, her smile brightening even more.

“What did they say?” Leeknow asked, taking the bag of pills from I.N and scanning each package with a furrowed brow.

“They said we just have to clean her glands and apply the cream to clear the blockage. But…Yuna-ssi also mentioned she has a few fractures and broken ribs. She called Chan and i talked to him for a bit. He said we shouldn’t talk about it around her or the omegas,” I.N explained, his voice dropping to a whisper.

Leeknow’s eyes widened at the mention of broken ribs and fractures, his mind racing with concern. “Did she say where she got them from?” he pressed, glancing around to ensure they were out of earshot.

“No, hyung,” I.N replied, shaking his head. A worried expression crossed his face. “She just went quiet when Yuna-ssi brought it up, almost like she was about to cry, and then she dropped the whole situation.”

Leeknow sighed sadly, feeling the weight of the moment. They separated to get into the car, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken worries.

Well, obviously someone must have done that, Leeknow communicated through the bond, his frustration simmering just below the surface.

Yeah, it was heartbreaking to watch. Let’s just forget about it for now and talk later. I don’t want the omegas to feel like we’re discussing them, I.N replied, his tone tinged with concern.

Leeknow nodded, refocusing on the road. He couldn’t shake the feeling of unease as he listened to the lighthearted conversation happening in the backseat. He glanced at the rearview mirror, watching as Y/n laughed at something Felix said, her smile bright but somehow fragile.

It felt wrong to let their lightness overshadow the gravity of what had just been revealed. “Stay safe, Y/n,” he whispered under his breath, wishing he could shield her from whatever darkness lurked in her past.

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"Hyungggg!" Han whined as they strolled through the mall. "Can we please get some food and sit down? My feet are killing me!" After four hours of shopping, they had collected an impressive haul for Y/N and even made a trip back to the car to drop off some bags.

"Yeah, baby, I think it’s time to head home. It’s getting late," Leeknow replied, glancing at his Apple Watch.

"You can go with Han; I’ll keep an eye on these two," I.N assured Leeknow.

"Are you sure? I don’t want—"

"Don’t worry, hyung. They’re not ready to stop shopping just yet. Just take Han. I’ll get them to calm down in a few minutes. Besides, I need to grab her phone—Channie-hyung said it’s important."

"Okay, I’ll text the group to see what they want. Make sure you get their orders too and send them to me."

"Alright, stay safe! Text if you need anything."

Y/N and Felix continued to wander the mall, with I.N trailing closely behind, keeping a watchful eye on them. The two omegas were happily lost in window shopping, while Leeknow and Han headed off to grab dinner for the whole pack.

“We should definitely get this!” Felix squealed, stopping in front of a sparkling jewelry store.

“Felix, we’ve already bought so much! I don’t think I need anything else,” Y/N teased, dramatically pretending to pant as she pulled the pouting boy away from the store.

“Ah, fine! But I’m still getting you that necklace as a gift,” he insisted.

“Felix, with the way you and the pack have been spoiling me, I think I have enough jewelry for the next ten years!” Y/N complained, rolling her eyes playfully.

“Babygirl, I know you’re excited, but you need to calm down a little. We can come back in a few weeks and continue the shopping spree, okay?” I.N chimed in, gently coaxing Felix with a kiss on his pouting lips.

“Fine, you’re right,” Felix relented, intertwining his fingers with I.N's.

“Y/N, let’s grab your new phone and then head to Leeknow and Han. It’s getting pretty late, and I think it’s time to head home,” I.N instructed, ensuring Y/N and Felix stayed right in front of him as he balanced the bags of clothes, shoes, and who knows what else. He managed it all, but deep down, he was starting to wonder just how much they had bought. Probably a whole store.

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The next Chapter will be 0.5 aka the next half of this chapter. This was so dragged i feel and i didnt really get to include chan, Hyunjin, changbin and seungmin but i will next chapter! Thank you :)

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[aozui]

BRAZIL BOUND . . ! ( a.k.a. the bbverse ) a collection of semi-connected standalones, a universe where hinata has to choose between you, or his dreams.

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FLUFF entries ⎯⎯ ✩ last updated: tba

OO1: toothpaste kisses

format: drabble 🌞 his favorite mornings are the ones spent with you. (wc: tba)

OO2: aloe you

format: drabble 🌞 “going to brazil means you need to learn to put sunscreen on properly.” “why should I learn when you can do it for me?” (wc: tba)

OO3: sharp teeth

format: short form fic 🌞 he’s having trouble packing, will you come over and help him? he cut his hand too, will you please, maybe, kiss it better? (wc: tba)

ANGST ( + hurt/comfort ) entries ⎯⎯ ✩ last updated: tba

OO1: homecoming

format: long form fic 🌞 he’s back, but not for good. *hurt/mostly comfort (wc: tba)

OO2: what’s it gonna be?

format: drabble 🌞 it’s time to make the choice. *hurt no comfort (wc: tba)

TEXT SMAU entries ⎯⎯ ✩ last updated: tba

OO1: can I drink expired milk?

no written part 🌞 hinata texts you his grocery lists, treats you like his personal search engine, and you start to think he has some hidden motives. alternatively: he misses you, so he finds ways to talk.

SPINOFF entries ⎯⎯ ✩ (in the making)

“oh, you’re a tourist too?” you didn’t expect to find a fellow foreigner so soon, but zero complaints. brazil isn’t easy to navigate on your own. “let’s help each other.”

OO1: baby steps | oneshot

format: short form fic ☁️ surfing hasn’t always been your forte, but shoyo thinks you’re a fast learner. “I can teach you.” (wc: tba)

OO2: walk the plank | oneshot

format: semi long fic (?) ☁️ hinata is a messy drunk, and you’re the only person he calls. (wc: tba)

OO3: bail | oneshot

format: long form fic ☁️ sho finds himself tangled in a series of misunderstandings. you make a trip to the police station to help him out. (wc: tba)

MOODBOARD + PLAYLIST (soon!)

a/n: I don’t know when I’ll update this, but please don’t expect anything consistent till the next semester break <3

[olderthannetfic]

Why do people complain so much about OT3 toxicity? To be clear, I'm very open to believing OT3 has toxicity - nonprofits and indie companies tend to have toxic environments as a result of inexperience and poor resource access, it takes a lot of time, money, and skill to fix that. But I haven't actually seen a solid explanation for WHY it's toxic, and I can't distinguish at a glance which complaints are legit systemic and which are due to infighting or nitpicking about specific decisions.

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Anti-poly prejudice, clearly. ;)

(Okay, but to answer your actual question, OTW/AO3 has had the standard virulent issues with people endlessly overworking themselves for The Cause, founder-itus, etc. and everyone's unpaid to boot. That's half the complaints. The other half are that allowing the wrong dark fic is equivalent to bigotry and that AO3 rubs it in by not letting the person making this complaint post their kofi link. I wish this were a fucking strawman, but like 9 out of 10 anti-AO3 posts that are about bigotry immediately go on to complain about not being able to monetize, or it's the next post on the person's tumblr.)

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There'd Better Be a Mirrorball | Azriel x OFC [part four]

Summary: Time skip. Cassian decides Eowyn could benefit from a little extra training. a.k.a., let the slow-burn begin

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: swearing, sexual implications, male/female sparring, shy!Azriel, use of the word "ginger" to refer to Eris

Minors, do not interact.

a/n: thank you so much for accompanying me in this journey! let's figure out where this story is headed together, shall we?

part one -- part two -- part three

"I just kept hoping, I just kept hoping

the way would become clear.

I spent all this time

tryna play nice and fight my way here.

See, I've been having me a real hard time

but it feels so nice to know I'm gonna be alright."

Alabama Shakes, This Feeling

CASSIAN POV

He knew, from the moment he woke up, that today would be a good day.

Knew it when he woke up with his mate’s lips wrapped around his cock, knelt with her ass up from between his legs as she looked up at him, her gray eyes lit with knowing mischief as she roused him in his second favorite way of waking up (second only to his gaining of consciousness from between her thighs, a game they liked to play– how long until Cassian realizes he’s being suffocated by his mate’s pussy?)

Knew it when he went down to breakfast, to find his usual porridge, the gruel made better when his mate added those tiny dashes of cinnamon and allspice she’d been obsessing over since Eowyn began to introduce a myriad of spices she assured didn’t carry empty calories and made everything taste better.

But getting punched in the face? That solidified his assessment for the day.

The sound of bones hitting flesh was not an uncommon sound in the training ring. After all, that was what they were there to do. But the sound of Eowyn’s small but fierce fist connecting with the side of his jaw echoed through the ring with such a thunderous smack that everyone stopped what they were doing and focused only on them.

When he saw Eowyn’s wide, almost fearful eyes, the only part of her face revealed from her coverings, the only thing he could do was grin in reply. “Think you can do that again?” He challenged, moving his jaw side to side to relieve the familiar ache.

Instantly, the fear disappeared as she remembered that this was what they were here for and she had done absolutely nothing wrong.

It had been a few months since the young priestess had joined their little group of Warrior Priestesses, as he liked to call them. Although he had to admit he was rather partial to his mate and her friends, Eowyn had been quick to sneak her way into his limited list of favorite people. The girl was strong, both in character and when it came to the constant drilling they did. She was determined and always hyper-focused, never hesitating to repeat a motion or new move again and again until she got it right— did so, with little to no complaint, as well.

She was funny in a strange way, sharing that dry wit that he always came to associate with his mate, one of the reasons he believed the girls got along so well. And she was incredibly smart. He had no need to see her septganiums to know that, she simply oozed a certain sense of knowing. One had only to take a look at her deep dark eyes (in the rare and far between occasions she didn’t cover her entire head, that is) to see that shrewdness in her eye, as if she was in on a joke with the world at everyone else’s expense.

But most of all, she was fast.

The first time he’d seen her and Azriel go at it during their hand-to-hand combat sessions (as she was the odd-fae out when the females paired off to spar), he hadn’t hesitated to insert himself, practically trembling with excitement as he proposed a trade with his brother. Azriel could train with the three Valkyries, as they were honing in their sword-fighting and everyone knew that swordplay was Az’s area of expertise, while Cassian gave Wynnie a whirl, he had said, winking at the priestess whose only reply was to jut out a hip and rest a hand on it in an endearingly sassy way.

He hadn’t missed the way his brother’s jaw clenched in annoyance despite his otherwise unmoved face, as he merely nodded once, stilted, and left them to spar. He also hadn’t missed the fact that he could often feel his brother’s penetrating gaze on them whenever Cass had to physically adjust Eowyn’s elbows or whenever he landed a slightly-too-hard blow upon the young priestess (who actually took the jabs with much more grace and sportsmanship than others he knew— I’m looking at you, Rhys— he called out into the open void of his head in case the High Lord was eavesdropping).

But today of all days, Eowyn’s training had paid off. Months of hard training and half-taunting her had culminated into the perfect moment where she had landed a concise and heavy blow to his jaw, in a manner much too fast and skilled for him to catch immediately.

He had never been more proud of her.

Surprise gone, she smirked at him from under her covering, eyes glinting with mirth, “I’m about to drop you like a sack of potatoes.”

Grinning back, he got in position, wings ruffling slightly and beckoned her to try.

—

Although no one had the remotest intention of allowing any of the Valkyries near the upcoming Blood Rite, Cassian and Azriel had decided that the obstacle course from the previous year had been an invigorating and perfect team-building success.

The Valkyries, both the new and the slightly more experienced, continued their tradition at the end of each training session to attempt to cut the ribbon, not so much as the true Valkyrie rite of passage, but out of respect and tradition for their predecessors. The obstacle course had been something that was itching at Cassian’s brain again and he was looking forward to seeing what this batch of Warrior Priestesses could do.

Thus, he had dragged Azriel over to the kitchen table that same night to begin to brainstorm possible courses for the girls that didn’t overlap with what they had done before. Thankfully his brother was an endless pit of ideas, some more fatal that others, but all so concise that Cassian knew Azriel had been planning this for much longer than he thought.

Yawning behind his mug, Cassian inspected his brother before taking a sip from his lavender and chamomile tea, yet another addition to his routine influenced by Eowyn. The reminder of the young female brought a sudden idea to his mind.

“What do you think of Eowyn?” He asked his brother casually, trying to remember if he’d ever seen the pair interact beyond the basics of training.

Azriel, to his credit, didn’t choke on his own tea, exactly, but Cassian— not the most observant by nature but also not an idiot— noticed the way his brother seemed to tense, his breathing halting before painstakingly exhaling out the smallest hint of a shudder, his eyes suddenly fixed on the fruit at the center of the table.

“What… do you mean?” Azriel asked slowly.

Cassian chuckled lightly, a little confused as he looked at his brother in a way to say what do you think I mean? Just exactly what I asked.

“She punched me in the face today,” Cassian stated obviously, as if that hadn’t been the talk echoing through the mountain all day long. His brother looked up at him and blinked, face blank. 

Cassian took that as encouragement to continue, although he found himself slightly concerned at the fact that he had to spell it out for him. “She’s skilled. And she works hard, wants to work hard,” he emphasized. “I mean she hasn’t said anything to me, but I think some extra training would do her good.”

“You want her to train more?” His brother seemed to gather his composure, and although his strange behavior sparked a little tendril of interest in Cassian, he let it go for the moment.

“I want you to train her more,” Cassian corrected, placing his clasped hands on the table in a manner he’d seen Rhys do one too many times.

“Why don’t you do it?” Azriel bristled.

“Because I have courier duties with what’s-his-ginger-face.”

“And you assume I have nothing better to do with my time? Weren’t you assigned that job specifically because I was too swamped with work?”

“But all that shit with Briallyn is over and done with, and we haven’t heard a peep or anything related to Koschei in months,” he took another sip of his tea, making a mental note to send Eowyn some flowers or something. He’d quickly gotten addicted to his night tea, almost as much as the fancy roasted beans she liked to grind together and brew for him and the other girls whenever Nesta had them over for lunch. “That is, unless you want to take back your place and deal with that pompous asshole?”

Cassian thought about it. “Actually, that does sound better.”

“No,” Azriel spoke with such finality that Cassian could only stare at him. Azriel cleared his throat, “you know I can’t stand that prick.” He looked away and sighed, “alright, I’ll train her.”

“If she even wants to,” Cassian chuckled. “I know you don’t stay here as much as you used to, but you should consider coming back here if she agrees. And don’t start with that ‘I don’t want to intrude’ bullshit. Wynnie hangs around here all the time and we barely even see her.”

“That’s because she’s always in the greenhouse.”

“And how would you know that?” Cassian couldn’t help but prod, disregarding his earlier decision to leave things alone. Azriel only motioned to his shadows, eyebrow raised. Cassian continued, although with no small amount of doubt at his brother’s nonchalance. “You know, it’s actually been pretty nice having her around. Granted, she’s always talking to herself, but she’s got good taste,” he brought the tea cup up in mock salute.

“You don’t have to convince me, I already agreed to train her” Azriel rolled his eyes.

But there was more there. Cassian knew his brother, knew him better than anyone other than Rhys, who could quite literally enter his mind, and he knew there was something there, something simmering under the surface.

He only hoped no one got burned in the process.

“Alright, alright,” he raised his hands in surrender, “we’ll ask her tomorrow then.”

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As he settled down for bed after taking a long and quite enlightening bubbly bath with his mate, he listened as she shared the details of her day with him. Nesta’s back was to him as she sat on the bed, hands expertly plaiting her hair into a long loose braid as she recounted her day, asking him about his own as they had come to do as part of their nightly routine since they solidified their mating bond.

He shrugged as he told his wife about his day, tactfully avoiding his plan to reconstruct the obstacle courses that she and the priestesses hated so much, but recounted everything else, including his idea to have Azriel train Wynnie.

He noticed, as he noticed every fluttering eyelash and breath his mate so much as took, the way she tensed up slightly, back still to him before she swung her finished braid over her shoulder and settled into her side of the bed, eyebrow raised questioningly at him.

“What?” He asked immediately, “you don’t think it’s a good idea?”

“I think it’s going to complicate things, that’s for sure.”

“What do you mean?” He frowned, “has she complained to you? Am I being too hard on her?” He asked, suddenly thinking back to his interactions with Eowyn and trying to decipher if she ever expressed any discomfort or displeasure by the training. But damn, it was so hard to tell without being able to see her face properly.

“No, it’s not that,” his mate assured, immediately, knowing her mate well enough to know he’d spiral into a hole and start overthinking his friendship with all the priestesses while he was at it. “It’s just that..” she trailed off slightly, gray eyes turning up to think about her words, “you know… Gwyn hasn’t spoken a word to Azriel since you let it slip that he hated the dagger she gave him-“

“I apologized for that!”

“-yes, but she hasn’t spoken to him for two months. And Azriel has barely even noticed,” she huffed. “But do you know who Az can’t seem to take his eyes off?”

He knew this. Of course, he knew this. He had felt Az’s eyes on them on more than one occasion, and he knew well that his brother seemed to have a thing for unattainable and uninterested females.

He only frowned, not needing to answer.

“And Gwyn has noticed. Of course she’s noticed, she watches him like a hawk.”

Cassian settled into bed, pulling his mate into his chest. “You think there’s something going on between Az and Wynnie?” he mumbled to her.

“No,” Nesta said immediately, settling further into the spot between his shoulder and neck that she’d claimed as her own. “Wynnie wouldn’t do that to Gwyn.”

Cassian hummed, mind turning before coming to a decision. “But we can’t meddle in their business, Nes. I think Eowyn would really benefit from more training and I can’t do it myself, otherwise I would.”

“I know,” his mate sighed sleepily, “I’m just saying it’s going to be a proper mess.”

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After training, a session no less grueling than the rest, but not quite as backbreaking as the obstacle courses they were going to face in the next few months, he called Wynnie over after her daily attempt at cutting the ribbon.

The practice had become a staple in their daily training, and every day the priestesses would stand before the ribbon, swords raised in their preferred manner of combat and would slice the swords down with precision, if not quite the necessary finesse required to cut the ribbon clean off.

“I know, I know, ‘it’s all in the wrist,’” she huffed when she approached them. 

Despite his own suspicions that his brother held a special interest in the young priestess that went beyond a trainer/trainee status, he hadn’t truly considered why until his conversation with his mate the previous night. After his mating bond with Nesta— no, after meeting Nesta, even while she was still human— he hadn’t bothered to look at females in any other way that wasn’t purely platonic or inconsequential. 

He knew Eowyn was a rather pretty fae, of course, even despite the scars she kept well hidden, but he’d never seen her as anything other than his mate’s friend. As his friend.

She was of average height, neither too tall nor too short. Her clothes were no different from the rest of the priestesses, if perhaps only darker tones, and she often wore what he thought were skirts but were only very loose pants that allowed for unrestricted, if only heavier, movements. She also lacked the circlet and stone placed upon the center of the forehead that most, if not all, priestesses wore, even over their face coverings.

He’d seen her face only a handful of times when he "accidentally" walked in on the females having their bi-weekly lunches, and although he couldn’t pinpoint every feature exactly, not wanting to be caught staring at her, he knew she was pretty and had possibly the darkest eyes he’d ever seen.

And perhaps it was that. Her eyes. So dark and expressive and full of knowing that had his brother in a trance, for when she approached Cassian and Azriel wearing only a mask-like covering over only the bottom half of her face— her eyes shining bright from the exercise and dark hair pulled away into two braids down her back, a few stray hairs rebelling against their captivity, his brother only stared and didn’t say. A single. Word.

“So, what do you usually do after practice?” Cassian asked casually, feeling the need to ease them into a conversation that truly shouldn’t be all that difficult to have.

She gave him a weird look, one eyebrow raising slightly, “Unless I’m needed at the library, I like to go to the greenhouse while the sun is still out and tend to the plants. Then I go back to the library and work,” she looked at him questioningly, “why?”

“How would you feel about a little extra training?”

She snorted, “you’re kidding, right?”

“I’m not,” he said seriously, glancing at his brother from the corner of his eye to see if he had anything to add, but his brother’s gaze only remained fixed on the young priestess, taking in the unfamiliar sight of her dark hair. “We think you could really benefit from a few extra hours of one-on-one training and-“

“Am I doing that badly?” she asked, eyebrows furrowing, “I thought this was all just to create a routine. To destress and gain strength and all that.”

“It is” he assured immediately, “and on the contrary, you’re doing great. We can see how hard you’re working and all the effort you put in, and we just wanted to offer you some—“

“You come back to the ring sometimes. At night, when everyone’s in bed,” Azriel spoke up, if perhaps a bit softer than was normal for him. “Do you have trouble sleeping?”

If she was surprised that he knew about her late night prowling, she didn’t show it. Her dark shrewd eyes scanned his face before meeting his eyes. “Sometimes,” she replied in the same tone.

“This could help you with that, if our group training isn’t enough,” Cassian added.

She considered their words for a few seconds and crossed her arms over her chest, finally nodding slowly. “How would it work? I just stay here and train with you both for another hour or..?”

“Well, it would just be Az, mostly. Maybe if I get a day off, I could stop by for a bit” Cassian clarified, “and we can work around whatever routine works best for you. If you’re needed at the library on any day, you can just let us know and we’ll figure something out.”

“To start, would you be willing to stay for another two hours, maybe three times a week?” Azriel asked.

She considered it for a second and then sighed, “alright. I can’t say I’m looking forward to getting my ass handed to me by the Lord of Shadows, but that should work out fine.”

Cassian snorted a laugh, glancing over at his brother to see his lip barely twitch in amusement and his ears turn red. Lord of Shadows, huh? Maybe not so unattainable and uninterested, after all.

“We start tomorrow,” Azriel said, a smile barely grazing his lips, hazel eyes shining bright.

part five

disclaimer: image is not mine. i found it on pinterest :D

taglist: @lilah-asteria @a-courtof-azriel @honk4emoboyz @feyretopia @mrsjna @buttermilktea11 @bravo-delta-eccho

[artdcnaldson]

hi daddyyy

Today I wanted to share things that I was thinking about w the class

first thought - cockwarming Patrick while he’s watching a sports game or race or smth but u get too whiny and squirmy so he shoves smth in ur mouth (can be ur underwear… his fingers.. a ballgag)…, yeaahhhh ��

second thought - this is kinda in the same vibes as an ask I sent a while ago about inexperienced! Reader (who was so shocked that someone could be into her - let alone someone like older art) and dilf! art ,, maybe they start building up the tension slowly and finally it’s their first time,, reader is soo overwhelmed and tearing up and even feeling kinda grateful cuz she was trying to make peace w the fact that it may not happen for a long time, or not at all even ,, until she meets him ofc,, she thinks the reaction is probably scaring him away but it has the opposite effect on art. - seeing someone just as needy and devoted as he was before but this time it was directed at him gave him the headiest rush of power,,, and he really locks in completely after that and sends reader to another planet

(Also crying during my first time for this exact reason - ie - I didn’t think it would happen or I had to wait this long is my WORST fear like right up there w needles and spiders, - but u know what they say ,, the only way to get over ur fears is to turn them into smutty asks)

🔮 anon

hello kitten!!!!!

Hngnhgnhgng once again I’m thinking of aggressive sports fan Patrick Zweig <3 Making u sit on his cock while he’s watching football (which is evil). Your arms and legs wrapped around him koala style, face nuzzled into his shoulder. You’re stuffed soooo full, so turned on you’re dripping around him, soaking him down to his balls like he knowsss you want it so fucking badly. He can feel the way your pussy squeezes him tight like she’s trying to suck him deeper.

And you’re so close to his ear that he can hear each and every whine that passes your lips, especially when you start shifting a little to “get comfy” and so your legs don’t go numb. He knows better than that. Because whenever you move that cunt tightens and he can hear those soft little pants and hitches in your breath.

“Just hold out ‘til halftime.” Before you can protest he shoves his fingers in your mouth, resting them on the backs of your tongue, so your mouth is drooly and your gag reflex is constantly at risk of being tipped off. But you still suckle on them, your whines and complaints muffled around the intrusion. By the time he’s actually ready to give in and fuck you, you’re all sweet and pliant and brainless with sheer need.

Patrick is so kind 💜

And ART… god, the power trip he’d get off of someone completely fawning over him— wanting nothing but to make him happy. I fear he’d get drunk off the power so fast. He’d never take advantage of it, I think, at least not in the scenario you’re describing. But he’d do anything to keep you happy and devoted to him.

[qin-qin16]

cw.: Color x Reader, gn!reader, body worshiping (kinda), Color is absolutely in love (Reader is too but shhhh), fluff... 

note: Here’s your man again @toffeebrew, thank you for the idea (Color needs more love from us)

You can't hold back the smile that breaks through your lips, beaming widely when your eyes meet Color's gaze on your reflection in the mirror. “You know I can see you, right?”

That bright green dot finally rises and meets with your eyes, softening at the sight of your wide smile. “Can’t I enjoy my love anymore?” Now it’s his turn to grin foolishly, tilting his head to the side while sitting on your bed — sheets in disarray and the blanket all bunched up.

"If I had known earlier that this color suited you so well, I would have bought this sweater a long time ago." Color says nonchalantly, laughing as you roll your eyes dramatically at the mirror — fully aware that he’s still gazing at your reflection.

In a swift turn, you find yourself facing him, taking in his figure from head to toe as you bounce closer on your feet. “Don’t be cocky now; we both know you’re going to steal it from me later, just like you do with all my other sweaters!” You accuse, but there’s no seriousness in your tone; instead, you can feel the beginnings of laughter bubbling up in your throat, slowly escaping as your cheeks start to ache from smiling.

"It’s just because you know how to choose clothes better than I do." Color replies, mimicking your laughter as his hands settle on your waist, pulling you closer. Without a second thought, you wrap your arms around his neck, feeling his face bury into your chest while your own rubs against his skull.

Your laughter finally escapes when Color’s colorful flames tickle your nose.

"You smell so good..." You hear his whisper, so soft and muffled that you almost miss it — almost. "And you’re so soft too; I could stay in your arms all afternoon without a single complaint." Color nuzzles his face against your chest in a mutual gesture of affection.

You laugh through your nose, pulling your face slightly away from the top of his head, “I didn’t know you liked my hugs this much.” Your fingers gently stroke the back of Color’s neck, and in response, he lets out a soft purr.

"Of course I like it; your body is soft and warm — it's like being near a fireplace in winter, such a cozy feeling." Like you, he pulls back but ends up resting his chin on your chest.

His bluish orb stared back at you, completely enamored. What he didn’t say out loud was unmistakably clear within it.

"And you always hum softly when you hug me; have I told you how much I adore your voice? It’s my favorite sound ever since I heard you confess that you love me." Now your cheeks were genuinely burning, trying to contain a wide smile on your lips — also likely flushed from all the sweet confessions.

You feel his hands move from your waist to your back, gently stroking you as he continues to speak, “I love your voice, your scent, your hands that always treat me so kindly, your body that always seems willing to accept everything I have to offer you…” 

"Your skin, your eyes — everything seems so perfect to me that I can’t help but wonder if you’re an angel."

"That’s so cheesy!" You interrupt, giving his shoulder a playful tap.

"But you’re smiling~" He purrs.

"Of course I’m smiling; it’s you saying all these sweet things to me." And as a perfect ending to all of Color's compliments, you kiss his mouth (teeth?), releasing a loud, lingering mwah! as you pull away.

Before you pull away too far, he lightly brushes your nose, “Have I told you that your lips are as soft as silk?”

You scoff, planting another quick kiss on his cheek, “I doubt you've ever even touched silk, Color.”

[damnfandomproblems]

Posting a compilation of replies to Fandom Problem #5796.

Anon:

"Don't you think that minors would be more polite if..." No. No I don't. I was a minor in fandom. I also grew up at the dawn of the internet age and had internet safety pounded into my head from the age of 10 onward. If I interacted online at all outside of viewing and reading, I knew better than to be an asshole, because the internet has always been an adult sphere. I saw other minors get well deserved internet smackdowns for acting stupid online. If the kids are in actual kids spaces, then fine, leave them alone, that's their space. If they're on Xitter or Tumblr.com or A03 and acting the fool? No. You're in an adult space, interacting with adults, and those adults aren't there to cater to or coddle you. Which media the adult in question happens to like is irrelevant. You came into our spaces and started throwing a shit fit because you, a minor, didn't like what you, a minor, saw in our, adults, adult spaces. Most of the time we don't care if you're being cringe and having fun. Go, have fun, be cringe be free all that. Some kids are great and here to learn and have fun and are able to actually read the fandom room and know how to act like a respectable human while also having a good time. But if you're being antagonistic and hateful because you literally just are not mature enough to handle/comprehend what's going on in the space, then you don't need to be in the space at worst. At best, sit down, hush, and learn rather than running at the mouth about how you hate x y z thing because eww icky or you think it's problematic to your current pet social issue that doesn't even have anything to do with it. Kids are some of the biggest natural bullies out there. Kids being assholes to each other isn't just a trope, it's why secondary school/highschool was hell for so many people. Adults aren't all assholes, we're just better at calling kids out on their bullshit and don't have the patience for the "but I'm a minor" nonsense. Being a minor doesn't mean you're free from consequences, but some of y'alls parents clearly never taught you that. They aren't puritans, they're being idiots because they literally have no concept of fandom history and are just parroting nonsense that's been spoon-fed to them by other idiots. And rather than question things like anyone with critical thinking skills should be doing they take it all at face value and believe their own poor understanding or lack thereof is gospel, and everyone suffers for it, including other minors who also don't know better.

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Anon:

Fandom isn't just for minors though. Adults are allowed to be in fandoms even if it is uncomfy to minors. Adults are allowed to make NSFW of fictional characters in fandom if they want to. If minors don't like it, they can just ignore it. If minors want to be respected, they should also respect adults in fandom spaces. Complaints like "adults shouldn't be here" or "you are an adult, go get a job instead!" does not make you any better.

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Anon:

I agree with this tbh. Like adults are the ones making things unsafe for minors in fandom spaces. YOU are the ones who approach minors unprompted. Minors are just minding their own business in fandom, then you all come along and bother everyone.

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Anon:

I agree with this post, cause like... the ones doing the most harassing are adults. I am a minor, and it makes me feel unsafe in fandom spaces. Especially when I see adults drawing nsfw of characters who are MINORS! aging them up does not excuse that gross and creepy behavior. Just stop and give us a space where we don't get pushed into a corner and called annoying. Leave our fandom spaces!

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Anon:

When I was 17 so technically a technically still a minor I would have to keep my age off of all my blogs and accounts because so many other minors have ruined being younger in a fandom space. Literally just having my age up affected my numbers and how seriously I was taken. Y’all are not innocent though stop playing victim there are valid reasons why people don’t like you. Tons of younger kids these days are entitled overly sensitive and somehow both pretentiously “woke” and super disrespectful at the same time. So yea saying this as someone with pretty recent memories of being a minor online so many of you are actually insane and people not feeling comfortable around you is completely valid especially when you’re typing stuff like this up as your best defense. Especially with darker or NSFW stuff you don’t have to look we aren’t shoving down your throat you chose to be here just look away.

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Anon:

I see people getting mad about Fandom Problem #5796, but that kind of is just proving the point? You all act like the minors are the biggest problem in fandom, but you are the ones constantly inserting yourselves and making it about you. I see adults say things like: - "Fandom wouldn't exist without adults." - "Who do you think created fandom? Not minors!" - "Minors wouldn't have content if it weren't for adults." All are ignorant of the idea that minors are the foundation to fandom. Fandom would not exist if it wasn't for minors being interested in it and starting groups for people to join. Often times, the best artists and writers in the fandoms are THE MINORS. Adults make the space uncomfortable by inserting themselves and putting NSFW fics and art of minor characters. Then they get pissy when a minor points out it makes them uncomfortable and go "stop invading our space!" You are the ones trying to push minors out when we just want to have fun! Just leave us alone! -A minor

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Anon:

Of course, 5796 has a corollary: "To the minors who constantly complain about adults in fandom being mean to them: don't you think adults would be more polite to minors if said minors didn't make fun of them, didn't treat them like shit everywhere they went, didn't blame them for all the problems on the internet, didn't publicly shame them for minor social faux pas, didn't call them "pedophiles" for anything from liking an icky ship to saying two words to a minor in passing to just existing peacefully in a space where a child might theoretically be present, and didn't try to gatekeep them out of fandom spaces that were literally made by and for them?? And don't give me that "well we just want to be safe! 🥺" Bs. Because if that were in any way true, then y'all would be listening to the safety tips that the adults are giving you, not using them as a scapegoat for anything bad happening in fandom and generalizing them as these eeeevil predators who just hate children." It doesn't matter what your age is; if you refuse to behave in a given space, then you won't be welcome in that space.

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

Grayclaw

"Looks like we're gonna have to kill this guy, Jinx Arcane."

"Damn."

Grayclaw is a silver tabby tom with spiral patterned stripes, long fur, sharp claws, broad shoulders, and ears that begin to curl inward at the tips by ASC Book 4. His eyes are ice-blue.

Poor Graypaw. He takes each loss he feels so deeply to heart. He was inconsolable when his Papa was gone, as he and Jayclaw had an incredibly close bond despite how young Graykit was.

When Curlfeather passed, Graypaw took it even more terribly. He was very nearly in denial, trying to hold himself together to be the "rock" for his sisters. He did not do it well.

Splashtail sunk his claws into him. Promised him security in return for support. He was Curlfeather's apprentice, he knew she would want him to watch over her kits. She was such a good, loving mother, wasn't she? Such a shame she's gone, she would have made a perfect leader, good thing she shared all her ideas with me to make me a perfect new candidate. Ah, rest, sweet Curlstar, I shall take care of your children for you...

Graypaw buys it. He supports Splashtail, his new best friend. When Splashtail claims his leadership, Graypaw vouches for him. His mother trusted him, he must clearly be worthy.

Then Frostpaw is "killed". She runs away from the Clans into a strange place with a small party of other cats, Sunbeam, Nightheart, Whistlepaw, and Shadowsight. No one knows this, of course. She is assumed to have died as well. Graypaw snaps. He cannot take another loss, and hangs on to every word Splashtail says. Splashtail is young and born from tumultuous times himself. Starclan has lead them astray in his eyes, and his mentality stems from a long cycle of violence that is as inevitable as an egg spoiling in summer heat. Graypaw swears he will do anything to keep Riverclan safe, and follow Splashstar's every order.

In return, Graypaw is immediately given his warrior name, Grayclaw. In honour of his beloved father, who would be so proud to see him. Splashstar tells Riverclan to yowl loud enough that Jayclaw will hear his name being honored. Funny that he left out any mention of 'Curlstar'.

Grayclaw becomes one of Splashstar's enforcers, quickly climbing the ranks. Grayclaw, Duskfur, Shinetoe, Brackenpelt, Foxnose, Shadenose, Wavesplash, Spikeleaf, and Mallownose all support him. While Mallownose is made deputy, Splashstar creates a second position. Head Enforcer.

Grayclaw is placed in that decorated position. He is in charge of enforcing Splashstar's rules, and making sure cats are compliant with them. He buries his head in the sand when it comes to complaints. The only one he'll listen to is his sister. Mistpaw, denied a warrior name for not singing Splashstar's praises, doesn't complain, but... She does make suggestions. She saw a lot of salmon in the stream, maybe they could do more hunting patrols today rather than making everyone go over battle moves for the 5th time in a row?

Grayclaw grieves his missing sister, presumed dead, he cannot stop thinking about how much of a failure he must be, that the only hope he has left is to keep Mistpaw safe... If she keeps looking upset, Splashstar will get angry...

He forces Mistpaw to bow to Splashstar, calling him Riverclan's true leader, and that the only reason she'd held off was due to her own grief for her mother. Of course Splashstar understands, he's so generous, so wise.

He gives her the name Mistwillow instantly, a beautiful name, and seems to settle down. Grayclaw sees this as having been the correct thing to do. It kept his sister safe and in line, and Splashstar approved.

Then, when the dust seemingly settled during a horrible battle with Windclan, Frostpaw appeared in the moonlight, silver fur shining and curled ears framing the crescent moon. She had a small group with her that was growing quickly, leading a rebellion against Splashstar and his enforcers. Grayclaw at first was enraged, he had mourned her so badly, fought so hard for the peace he had built for Mistwillow and himself, and now she came in trying to tear it all down. He fought like hell at first, going after the River Rebels and doing his best to destroy them.

And then he grew desperate. He begged Frostpaw to join them. They'd be a happy family again. They wouldn't have to be alone anymore. They could just go back to the way things used to be. She just had to give all of this up...

Frostfeather refuses, and The River Rebels make another push back into their home.

Grayclaw can't take it. He can't handle his sister abandoning him again. He needs to be better, to keep what he has left together as it slips through his claws like feathers in a hurricane. He resolves himself of one thing...

He'll always have his sister's memory.

Grayclaw catches his sister, crashing into her after a long chase up onto the highest cliff of Sun-Drown Place, the two rolling over each other, almost off the edge of the cliff.

As thunder cracks deafeningly above them and lightning shines in Frostfeather's star-filled eyes, Grayclaw pins her against soaking wet rock, sharpened claws raised high, dripping from the torrential rain around them... He knows if Frostfeather perishes, the rebellion will too. Splashstar needs him to do this.

He has to do this.

Why can't he do this?

[maybe-boys-do-love]

Aof Noppharnach writes some my favorite openings I've seen across all genres. They open like musicals and fairytales. He writes these beautiful monologues that set everything up while romantic scores roll out and the camera floats across the settings. For real, watch the fluid camera work in any of his openings; it's one of the way he snags you. I just swoon.

Look at the opening lines of He's Coming to Me: "It was as simple as that. My heart stopped beating and I died. I have the same dream every time. You must be wondering how a ghost can dream." Call me Ishmael, who!?

And like, the way after the title sequence of Dark Blue Kiss, though, that the music and camera instill a magical fondness on the main characters as it establishes them in their natural habitats--swimming at pool, tutoring at Sun's cafe, etc.--with partial shots that reveal their confident faces in quick and steady succession!? Like, oh yes, all my old Kiss Me Again friends are glowing and tryna make the best of it all.

1000 Stars monologue about second lives in video games might be cheesy except we're cutting between a slick moneyed boy at a roulette table, an earnest girl on a bus, and a group of rangers scouting the forest in pitch black, and wondering who's about to die as mentioned in the voice-over and why are these randos living worlds apart being braided together like this!?!?

And then Moonlight Chicken is just *chef's kiss* using a post-Covid news segment to invite us into a struggling Pattaya neighborhood. And we hear about the economic hardships, the intentions of joy, the Chinese lanterns hanging outside, and see shots of the staff and late-night customers in bright warm light. Then we cut away to people watching the clip at a much dimmer version of the diner as business gets underway. Complaints and arguments and interruptions all occurring within A SINGLE SHOT until Jim walks out onto the street as the music just fully swells, and I'm passed out from the CINEMA of it all!!!!

The comparison I jump to quickest is the opening of Disney's Beauty and the Beast as we are told through stained-glass images the tale of the castle's enchantment and then toured about the small-minded town and its inhabitants as they gossip about Belle. By the end of the two sequences we have learned about every main character and their motivations with a smooth, inviting flow across the physical space and conversations. I honestly wonder if Aof studied the Disney Renaissance openings (majorly influence by another gay visionary, Howard Ashman)?

When it's an Aof script, you just know the viewer within the first fifteen minutes has everything they need to be prepared and excited for the ride they're about to take. Tone and Rhythm: established. Setting: explored, Characters: I already love them more than life itself.

[hikarry]

We all suspect that Crowley miracles the Bentley to never run out of fuel, yes? I mean, good for him. Paying for fuel? In this economy? I know he has a motherlode cheat at his fingertips, BUT Crowley is over financially supporting fossil fuels. Absolute king. It's not because he is lazy at all. Whatever do you mean "lazy"? *tsk*

Alas, I do believe he does anything else regarding the Bentley the human way.

Like, he washes it the human way. Carefully and methodically and with the best washing liquid thingy (idk. I've been trying to get my driver's license for over 2 years now. I obviously don't own a car and never washed one. I don't know what the shampoo for cars is called, okay? Judge all you want). He meticulously vacuums the interiors regularly even though he DOES NOT allow Aziraphale to eat inside. He takes off his jacket, pushes his sleeves up to his elbows, and waxes it by hand because she deserves it.

He pampers the Bentley like she is his princess because SHE IS. Only the best for the Bentley, nothing less. And you know what? He finds it hella relaxing. It's a bonding exercise with his baby and he wouldn't have it any other way.

[tsukasalover]

it’s kinda stupid to call rui “sassy” or say he was acting “mean” for simply doing what any person would do realistically after tsukasa humiliated nene in the main story. i swear this fandom has gone over this a thousand times and yet for some reason it’s still so hard for people to accept that tsukasa was being a self centered asshole. that’s not even exaggerating anything that’s just the truth.

btw (if im wrong correct me) but rui has never gotten angry at someone unreasonably he’s actually quite mature and doesn’t just?? explode over things so i dont know why him refusing to work with tsukasa even after nene forgave him is seen as a “mean” thing… let’s not forget he still believed tsukasa hadnt changed at all and only wanted to be in shows for selfish purposes. it’s not bad to admit that tsukasa is egotistical and has acted much more mean in unacceptable ways than rui + has had to own up to this and work hard to grow as a person over time

[mollypaup]

i think a really great aspect of oofuri is how much it gets mihashi's ass for being overly timid and dependent. it would be really easy to write off the way he and abe interact as being abe's fault because he is overbearing, and a lot of people do, but it has some really great moments of going "hey, you cannot hide behind abe or depend on him to make every decision. it's not good for you, or him, or the team."

[solargeist]

they made him study a lot, train, not sleep, and didn’t give him any glasses . It was immediately hell on ice

[adelaidedrubman]

—LOCAL CRINGEFAIL MASS MURDERERS WALK INTO SEX THERAPY. (template found here. | credit to @derelictheretic for both oc portraits used!)

was alerted to the existence of this incredible meme by dearest @henbased and obviously had to do it for the flop couples and try starting off a game. below cut is blank template (+ full res johnjess version for easier reading because tumblr decided to be difficult with me on preserving transparency) and tags to play if you have any failsex couples to share!

tagging: @florbelles @henbased @derelictheretic @nightbloodbix @mccarthycormac @corvosattano @shellibisshe @socially-awkward-skeleton @voidika @fourlittleseedlings @blissfulalchemist @clicheantagonist @cassietrn @firstaidspray @josephseedismyfather @cloudofbutterflies92 @stacispratt @strangefable @nonfunctioning-queer @nowandthane @risingsh0t @direwombat @ladyoriza @g0dspeeed @inafieldofdaisies @deputyash @afarcry5fromstraight @orionlancasterr @wrathfulrook + nsfw games opt in here!

[naoreco]

Localizers' Dance in Purgatory

Happy anniversary. We're doing this again.

FE15's localization has been a hot button topic on twitter for the past couple of days, which made me want to examine some more localization changes - and what better for me to use for this experiment than my other favorite scenes in the game? Having noticed that the anniversary of when I posted about that scene with Alm and Mycen was coming up, I figured the timing was just too good to pass up.

We'll be going over Alm and Berkut's encounter up until the battle officially starts, Berkut's battle dialogue, and the scene after with Rinea's spirit. So rather than having one big moment that changes the tone of the scene like last time, this one has a few of these changes along with MANY smaller expansions on dialogue that just make it too much of a pain to go through one by one. Some of these are more contentious than others!

Luckily I have a solution for this: Pour everything into a spreadsheet and throw in commentary as I see fit.

I had to write out a lot of things by hand even if I was able to copy the scripts from elsewhere so I'm so sorry for any typos 🙏 Enjoy!

[solazu1]

I’ve seen so much shitty ship content in the marble hornets fandom since I’ve joined that I’m starting to get sick of shipping as a whole, ngl. I’m staring hard at the main contenders here, Jaylex, Brim, and Jam. Brilex is another ship I see frequently fucked up a lot too, but yea whatever. I’m not condemning people who get it wrong because I’m not the goddamn messiah of characterization either but there’s gotta be a line to be drawn, right? like with all the absurd vaguely uncensored abused x abuser content associated with jaylex, the uncomfortable brim content where every instance of hoody fucking up Tim's life on **PURPOSE** is ignored for the sake of a cuddle or for the sake of sexualization, THE HEAVY OVER-SEXUALIZATION OF BRILEX, and the fully fleshed out personalities of Tim and Jay being washed away and sacrificed for mischaracterized, stereotypical, romantic interactions that really isn’t something the character would ever do but rather something the author wants them to act out. <- honestly the last bit can be applied to all other ships too! And it isn’t my only gripe with Jam specifically but I feel like my specific criticism on it deserves another post that will probably never come haha.