#But it has to be done in a way that doesn't feel forced

[valalice]

ꪆৎ restless.

cw. fluff. smut nsfw. fem!reader. established relationship (ya'll are so in love). canon divergence. porn with a little bit of plot. sub!ellie. fingering & tit play/sucking (e!receiving). slight body worship. ellie is called pretty girl :3

ellie’s body twists and turns. she’s been at it since the moment the two of you decided to settle for the night, migrating from the couch downstairs to the bed upstairs. on any other night upon resting her head on the plushness of her pillow, ellie would’ve been knocked out; that was the magic of your guys’ bed worked, but evidently its magic had run out this night.

with a flop onto her side, a sigh huffs from ellie’s parted lips, her tongue darting out to swipe along her chapped lips as the alarm clock settled on her nightstand reads 3:44 a.m.

it’s as if your conscious could sense her frustration when your warm body flushes against her back, settling against ellie you lift a leg over her hip. “can’t sleep?”

guilt immediately pings within ellie’s chest at the hoarseness of your voice; she had woken you up with her restless stirring, she knows she has because she’s done it countless times before. and regardless of each time it happens, whether the nights are eerily repetitive because she’s had the same nightmare again or she’s scrambling in the bed, jerking to pull open the drawer to her nightstand to pull out the tattered sketchbook and pen, scratching whatever image had just flashed through her adventurous mind; you're always there to sooth her, and she feels guilt.

“it’s nothin’.” she blatantly lies, she knows you can tell because she's never been the best liar, her voice wavers towards the end of her sentences when she does. a dead giveaway that even she doesn't believe her words.

your arm comes to rest in the divit of ellie’s hip, taking the hem of her shirt in between your fingers, feeling the soft fabric before you plunge your hand beneath the material to lay flat against her stomach. enacting a shiver that subsides as you use gentle force to pull her further into you, wishing to morph into one.

“i thought we got past lying?” your voice laced with teasing a manner you hope she catches. nuzzling your face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the soft linen and the remnants of her woodsy soap lingering on her skin, it's a smell you know as home.

a shiver travels down her spine once more as you exhale. “we did.” she knows she's not giving you much to work with. and she knows that response was a bit snappy, but she's working on it. she's been working on it, old ways die hard, is what she's learned.

“so, talk to me, els. i’m no mind reader.”

she puffs air, returning back to her stirring ways, but this time to twist in your grasp to face you, your limbs becoming further entangled. “i’m jus’ frustrated is all.”

in any other moment you would've flicked your girlfriend’s forehead. you could tell something had her worked up without needing to see her face, but now that you have, her freckled face remains solemn and her eyes sunken from the lack of sleep. “with?” you egg her on, itching closer to decoding the puzzle that is ellie’s inability to outwardly express herself in moments like these.

ellie's eyes shift to anywhere but your face. focusing on the twinkle of moonlight that cascaded in while the night winds whistle a sing into the bedroom from the cracked window. this should calm the beating in her ears from the thumping of her heart, but as long as your touch persist on her, she knows she'll never fully be calm; it'll just ignite the low flames in the pit of her stomach to full blazing hot fire. "ellie." the sound of your voice grounds her, but her gaze still fights yours.

you hand springs from beneath her shirt, raising it to rest against her cheek, your palm warm from the heat radiating off her body. "look at me, baby." coercing her head so that she's finally looking you in the eyes, your gaze soft, and voice even softer, she hangs onto that word—baby. she cracks.

"i need you." it's nearly inaudible, her words breathy and quick, but you're lucky you caught it. unknowingly your eyebrows had been furrowed, they're released to raise instead, and you can't help the smile that's broken onto your face; it all makes sense now.

"that's all you needed to say." unlike ellie's, your voice was loud, and now honeyed from the hoarseness, but still had an air of lightness, to remind her that it's okay—okay to speak what you want, what you need. pulling her closer to place a sweet peck on her lips, pulling away before ellie gets too ambitious. retracting all limbs from her you pull yourself up to rest against the headboard, getting comfortable for the ride. it's a sight to behold when you turn back to ellie, still laid under the covers, propped up on an elbow as she watches you, chest heaving shallow breaths as she awaits with wide eyes for the next words to fall from your lips. outstretching a hand, "c'mon." kicking off the covers hastily, your hands stretch to rest on ellie's waist as you guide her body to be slotted between your legs, hovering her on your thigh.

her hands reach to cup at your jaw, and you pull her in by the grasp on her waist into a heated kiss, deciding now that you'd settle her down on her thigh, causing ellie to moan into the kiss.

you don't mind giving her what she wants right now, it's the least you could do, really. you'd somehow figure out how to become an engineer to build a spaceship for her, then you'd both become astronauts and explore space like how'd she'd always dreamed—it was a distant dream, but you'd make it reality, and when she's filled with content from the space exploration you'd also create some sick invention to take the moon and shrink it, so that back on earth, in her study she'd have the real (not a replica) of the moon she could examine at anytime of the day. and maybe that would destroy earth in the process, but you'd be too distracted from ellie experiencing happiness to really care.

maybe you're just lovesick as you sallow up ellie's moans, getting high off of pleasure, and that she seeks her pleasure in you; either way you wouldn't have it any other way.

snaking a hand around her front, you fingers leaving light strokes at her clothed clit. ellie pulls away with a gasp, letting her forehead rest against yours, peerkng down between your bodies to watch you, her mouth still agaped.

she still humps at your thigh desperately, the skin below the fabric becoming damp from her arousal seeping through her loose boxers. "'s wet f'me. wanna cum like this? or wanna cum on my fingers?"

your question fogs her brain further. when she flickers her eyes up to yours, you spot that you can barely see the forest-y green of her eyes from how blown out her pupils are, her gaze hazy beneath yours. she just moans when your press your fingers feathery light touch becomes harder. "moanin' isn't an answer." you tease, chuckling when ellie's eyes roll back and her head rolls off from your forehead to fall to rest on your shoulder.

"fingers." she mutters. and you hum, you would've liked a please to follow suit, but you'll let it slide, this time. a throaty whine erupts from ellie when her fingers disconnect from her needy clit, using the once busy hand to push at her hip, wanting her to push herself up from off your shoulder. and when she does you fingers find their way back to the soft cotton of her sleeping shirt, eyeing it as you toy with the hem, biting your bottom lip. looking up through your lashes to eyes eager gaze. "i want this off, first. want to see you." upon your request, ellie is swiftly hooking her fingers under the hem of the shirt to yank it over her head.

the hasty action causes her hair to stick out, it's cute, and you catch yourself chuckling to yourself as you bring your hands up to smooth over her hair. allowing your hands to follow the natural rhythm of her body, hands grazing down her face, down her jaw and neck, nimble fingers ghosting over collarbones, and following the perk of her tits. index fingers smoothing over her pebbled nipples before your hands all together rest below her tits and gently grope at them. "'s pretty." you admire.

flicking your gaze up to the woman seated in your lap, your chest can't help but puff up with love for her. and twisted enough, with pride that you're the one to turn her into a flushed mess, and that it's all only for your eyes. "d'you know how pretty you are?"

"you tell me all the time." she huffs. narrowing your eyes when ellie rolls, so you pinch her nipple, not acknowledging the small jump from her. you don't know whether she rolled her eyes from the fact that you tell her the compliment frequently (guilty as charged) or that she doesn't doesn't fully believe your words when you say it.

"and i mean it." your tone hard. leaning down to press a kiss to her sternum, ghosting you lips over her tits. "so fuckin' pretty." you mumble, not to her, but to yourself. ellie's hands fling to brace herself on your shoulders when you wrap your mouth around her perky nipple. your unoccupied hand sliding down her torso, hooking a finger into the band of her boxers, and thoughts of snapping the band against her skin flashes through your mind, but you just plunge your hands inside her boxers. fingers finding her clit once more, giving it a few needing strokes before dipping your fingers past her dripping folds. you push her straight away when you sink two fingers into her pulsing sopping heat, but she takes it as low moans escape her mouth.

despite your hand being stuffed within her boxers the lewd squelching of her cunt isn't muffled. letting up off her tit with a pop, you rest your chin against her sternum, peering up at ellie's fucked out expression, her eyes scrunched shut, and sobs of pleasure working you up further. you want this for her, you want her to reach her glorious peak more than anything at this moment. "takin' my fingers s'well, baby." you praise. and you show some love to her neglected, achy clit when your thumb begins to work steady circles on the bud.

"please—" she cries, hips bucking up into your hand while you work her on your fingers.

"are you close?" you know the answer to your question. her cunt is clenching around your fingers, and her sweet arousal dribbles down your wrist. but you just want to hear the neediness, the desperation in her voice.

ellie sobs further, her body jerking slightly, the grip she has on your shoulders tightening, sinking her nails into the clothed muscles to stabilize herself. "needa cum," her voice waivers, eyes snapping open when she feels your warm tongue swirling around your nipple. "please."

you think you could cum just from the sight alone of ellie above you, eyes drooping, lips swollen from kisses and tugs, rosy hue to her freckled cheeks. "cum f'me, you deserve it. deserve it so bad, ellie."

her climax crashes over like ocean waves against the heights of a cliff. her body shuttering, slumping into your arms, her cheek falling against your shoulder once more as your work her through her orgasm, mustering up enough energy to place light kisses on your neck. "there you go. did so good, jus' needed to get fucked to get yourself tired enough?"

[stargirlove15]

H's so Precious ! 😭🙌💛💛💛💛

I also want to say I love your art and your art inspired me to make art too and be creative about it. I am working to become a graphic designer and it has opened me with an idea to make art by promoting. However these types of things are hard when you don't have the right materials to do and knowledge because I still have a lot to learn to become an artist and be good at math because when it comes to math I fail at it. I sometimes have fear of being embarrassed which is another reason. Back in middle school remembered I used to love doing math and I loved learning about it.

Then I felt embarrassed because I was the girl who was the smartest of the class that I didn't feel like it was right to be smart or be this way because of my friends and I was given a lot of stares from them. I am also the girl to be given more work after I am done with homework lol

So yeah that is part of the reason why I love Tails because he was the smartest boy and I was the smartest girl of all my classmates and who we both are trying to reach to become better and stronger and never give up no matter how much life gets hard. Which ( I am almost done with this post so hurt bear with me for a little more, and yes I like to talk a lot which doesn't happen to often :)

but let me share with you my quick story for today. Today was my mom's birthday and on her very day she began feeling sick and then I was feeling sick since yesterday and I remember that I wanted to make mom some breakfast on her B-Day. but I felt my body weak and sore that I couldn't move but since I had the plan in mind, I had to force myself to do it even if I was sick. I had to look after my grandpa because my dad was working with my Brother and I had to clean the kitchen and make sure the food doesn't go to waste. Even if I was sick or didn't feel good, I know that I had to be one to look after the house, I also wanted to make a present that I bought last week ago. Luckily I saved enough money to buy her something that I made. 💛

Being a girl is hard sometimes and I am dealing with a lot that is going on and about becoming an adult with many responsibilities that I can't keep up with. There's a lot I am still learning and I hate that I am 21 years old and I haven't begun driving yet. 🙃

Either way I love my life and I can't wait to see where this life takes me, he'll live long to see the Tails series that I' ve been asking from the start. 💛

Thanks for reading this and remember if you have a dream or goal you have to fight for it to be the person you want to be !🔥🔥🔥

Also before I am done let me share your message that I had written on my mom's card.

" You are beautiful even as a worm , as we grow old and as time goes by, we eventually become a butterfly that earns it's wings to fly. "🦋

" So Happy Birthday to a Beautiful Butterfly ! "

smallest thing you ever did see

[k0mmari]

Sword Spirit AU - Xiu Ya (pt.1)

Hello hello! This is going to be a very very casual AU with the first half being dedicated to Xiu Ya(jiuyuan) and the other Xin Mo(bingyuan), so sit tight, relax, and maybe put on some Soul Eater in the background, because this is basically it.

This post is going to be VERY LONG, so sorry in advance ^^;;

It's finally time for Shen Jiu to go to Wan Jian Peak and get his spiritual sword, one of the final steps for his Shizun to finally, oficially, name him Head Disciple, even if the rest of Qing Jing will most likely fight Shizun in her decision.

It would be no surprise, ever since SJ stepped foot there, rumors have been spreading about him, usually about how he only got in so late due to Yue Qi's influence, or how he paid his way in as a young master (as if the rest of the disciples hadn't done exactly that) and thinks he's better than everyone, or how he never fights fair and uses underhanded methods during spars. All rumors don't hold a drop of truth in them of course, but SJ has better things to do than trying to clean his image to a bunch of spoiled brats.

It's not like any of them would believe him, anyways.

In all honesty, he'd rather not be Head Disciple at all, but this is the best way at getting to a secure enough spot that he won't have to worry as much about his safety, even if he will be forced to look after a bunch of children he couldn't care less about. Anyways, SJ's only hope now for something to go marginally right his way is for him to get a good sword.

He gets to the sword wall and, as luck would have it, he feels a pull, calling him to a beautiful sword: elegant, refined and everything SJ desperately hopes he can be.

SJ carefully pulls the sword out of the wall and immediatelly he can feel a connection forming, his slugish qi rushing into the blade and in exchange, a flash of bright, almost refreshing qi runs through him. For a moment his muscles relax as he feels the sword gently humming in his hand.

He walks away from the wall, a few of the other disciples that also had come to retrieve their spiritual sword already holding their own blades, but the only person that SJ cares to show his own sword stands a bit further away. His ever aloof Shizun and... Yue Qi, who was not invited, but decided to come anyways. Great.

YQ wastes no time in praising his sword and how it's a perfect fit for 'Xiao-Jiu' (which only earns him a nasty side-eye), but SJ controls his urge to bite the other boy and focuses on his Shizun. She merely send the sword a glance, unimpressed, and instead says "Disciple Shen has now a spiritual blade of his own. He will get to know his blade, which will aid him with his... cultivation problems, but also raise his cultivation to new heights."

SJ grinds his teeth, not wanting to be reminded about his shitty cultivation, but thankfully, Shizun doesn't dwell on the topic. "When Disciple Shen fully becomes one with his sword, the blade will reward him and show it's true self. It is only then that Disciple Shen will become a truly honorable cultivator."

True... Self? With a subtle glance, SJ confirms even YQ looks a bit surprised, apparently also never haven heard about a swords 'true self', but Shizun doesn't ellaborate any further on it, instead moving on as if she hadn't said anything special, and turning to head back to Qing Jing, uncaring if any other disciples weren't done getting their swords yet.

She unsheathes her own spiritual sword, intending on letting her disciples walk all the way back, but before setting off, she turns towards SJ. "Disciple Shen, the name of your sword."

SJ huffs but brings his sword closer, and reads the engraving on the base of the blade. "...Xiu Ya."

Just as SJ finishes reading the name out loud, the sword starts violently vibrating, catching SJ and his Shizun off guard, and it flings itself off of SJ's hands, flying a short distance before it stabbed the ground.

SJ's hands are left hanging in the air where he once held the sword, frozen stiff in his shock. It certainly doesn't help that is Shizun, who is never phased and now looks visibly shocked, mutters to herself: "I... didn't know a sword could do that."

.........Great.

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A week after the whole... situation on Wan Jian, SJ is now convinced his spiritual sword hates him.

It just... doesn't do anything he wants it to do! If his Shizun orders him to spar with another disciple with it, Xiu Ya could randomly just fling itself out of his hand, or physically pull him in another direction when he is speaking with another disciple, and no matter how Shizun instructs him to send his qi to the blade, to 'connect' with it, Xiu Ya refuses to cooperate, one day even straight up denying his qi.

Unbeknownst to SJ, his sword is no longer a regular spiritual blade, and actually a host for a recently deceased Shen Yuan, who woke up from his sleep to his new owner pulling him out of the wall and promptly panicked when he heard his name be declared Xiu Ya, which could only mean his new owner was none other than the scum villain himself, SQQ.

It was then and there that SY decided it would be now his life's mission to stop any evil wrongdoings a teenage SQQ must get up to. (It translated to him flinging himself out of SJ's hand any time he felt himself getting too close to another disciple's skin, or vibrating angrily when SJ started to insult someone.)

SJ takes Xiu Ya to his Shizun, and even to Wan Jian's Peak Lord, to check if there's something wrong with his sword, or if he had done soemthing wrong, but both reassure him that the sword is fine, and it must be testing him, urging him to 'clear his heart' to better connect with it.

SJ, feeling like his chance at being Head Disciple is slipping through his fingers the longer he can't get a hold of his own sword, it's supposed to obey him, tends more often than not to... argue with it. It, of course, only creates more rumours about him and his 'cursed sword', but he doesn't have time for this, and he won't let a piece of metal ruin his chances at rising up the ranks.

Everything starts to change one fateful day where everything just seems to go wrong all at once for SJ: His Shizun goes away in a three-day long mission, which leaves him the responsability to look after the peak, and none of the other disciples are willing to make it easy for him, constantly getting in his way, purposefully waisting his time and straight up insulting him to his face.

Yue Qi even tries to grace SJ with his presence, but it takes him no longer than 5 minutes before he manages to say the wrong thing, and it takes even less for it to snowball into SJ expelling him from the peak unless the whole Sect is set on fire. It gets so bad even SY, usually happy to mostly daydream where he sits sheathed at SJ's waist, takes note of it, and gets a bit concerned for the boy.

SY already notices SJ's spiritual veins where all sorts of messed up, but it only becomes relevant when he notices his qi heading straight towards a qi deviation, and no matter how SY tries to vibrate and wiggle, it only seems to upset SJ even further and by the end of the day, as SY suspected, SJ hides away at the bamboo house and falls to the floor, gasping through a qi deviation.

He'd usually just tough his qi deviations out, or pass them at the Warm Red Pavillion, but now he isn't even afforded the mercy of being to suffer alone, as some disciple might come looking for his 'help', and he'd be damned if someone snitched on him to Shizun for not doing his duty as (unnoficial) Head Disciple.

SY, as much as he doesn't really like SJ, for once understands SJ's constant state of frustration when the moment the Peak Lord leaves, his peers treat him like this, and no matter how shitty SJ is- or, rather, may become in the future, SY can't stand being idle as he watches the boy shaking on the floor, gasping in pain.

It's a bit awkward but SY manages to make himself float over towards SJ's trembling body, trying his best to project his own energy outward and reach towards SJ. It's there for only a second, but SY manages to feel a similar connection to when SJ first picked him up, and SY can feel, in a weird flash, the mix of emotions swirling in SJ's soul: his anger, his frustration, but most importantly his deeply rooted sadness, and fear.

It's not really an explanation for why SJ acts the way he does, but SY can understand when a child lashes out in fear when that's all they know. He reaches into SJ's qi, carefully patting it down and soothing it until SJ finally stops trembling and slumps onto the ground, knocked out.

Maybe... Maybe Shen Yuan was in the wrong, and Shen Jiu deserves a second chance.

[alaritheaurora]

Okay can we talk about Scott and his relationship with love and sacrifice throughout the seasons? Because like, there are some goddamn patterns First there's Third Life, and I like to say that this is Scott at his best. And by best I mean most emotionally available. Scott is very expressive during this season, because he loves Jimmy, and for that is keeping the peace. Scott is the mediator, he wants a happy life and he does his goddamn best to keep that life. And when he's forced to choose a side he does it with the people he's already friends with. And then Jimmy dies and he is heartbroken. And then when the self-sacrificing starts. Like Third Life is the definitive worst Scott has done and that's because he was entirely throwing caution out the window. He grieves Jimmy and then decides that it was due to him not being there, that if only he had been there (despite already dying and not having control of the situation) things would've been different. So he spends the rest of the season like a suicide-bomber, doing his best for his remaining friends. Then there's last life, and this is when Scott becomes closed off. After the grief of Jimmy and knowing how much feeling things hurts, he plays it different. He befriends Pearl because she's new and has something to give him, plus, she's volatile, a wild card. Chaos that can defend herself. So he treats it like a vacation. Of course he's still cautious, but now he's detached himself from his emotions. Obviously he stills cares about Pearl, she is his supposes reason for winning. But the way he treats emotions with Pearl and Jimmy are very different. He was way more earnestly open about his feelings with Jimmy. And when he decides to just go red from the boogeyman, that's another case of him loving his friends too much to go after them, and the only way he can help is to take action. When he wins it's for Pearl. But he doesn't end it with Pearl, he ends it with his pet axolotl. Something that is far less telling of his care for people.

And then when Double Life rolls around he realizes how much she actually cared about him. And that scares him. That scares him right off. The idea that if she gets him to open his heart again that he'll be hurt again. So he goes to Cleo who he knows won't care, they've always been closed off and sarcastic, they won't care if he upkeeps bonds or not, they won't care about the lovey-dovey. And throughout the whole season he's pushing Pearl away because he's scared of being opened back up. And at the end he knows he's done her wrong, so he does the thing Scott Smajor does best, decides that she deserves life more than him. Limited Life is god's most unhealthy coping mechanism ever. He went and got himself a surrogate husband who would ignore everything that would happen that season. Martyn does not give a damn about previous seasons unless your name is Ren. Scott picked the guy most likely to betray him and went "hey we're both sad and hurt, let's team up" and was sooo ready for Martyn to kill him. AND HE STILL CARES ABOUT HIM. He still checks up on him and helps with his Birthday and asks Martyn to kill him because he thinks his only use is dying for his loved ones. AND he offers up his life to both Cleo AND Jimmy this season. He is so twisted up in the past this season, and in an awkward phase of healing with Pearl. Secret Life is I think when we reach peak-standard happy-emotionless Scott. He's in his band and he is living life and ignoring the horrors. He's a friendly calm, collected, not showing fear guy. He says "I love you" to everyone and is infuriatingly collected when people spend entire sessions out to kill him. Of course he sacrifices himself to Gem TWICE this season. He has a problem. Real life is Pearl reconciliation hour. And then Wild Life. My god, Wild Life. Cleo is old reliable, Impulse is nice to team with, and he made up with Pearl. And for the first bit he's doing the norm, he's close, but not outwardly expressing it in tangible ways. And he's mister peacekeeper. But pearl and Impulse are messing it up, he's trying to be friends with Gem and Joel but his teammates are ruining this. And he's not the universal best friend. He's not the guy you casually hand around in his base with. He's teamed with Mister and Miss Chaos. AND HE ACQUIESCES, he goes "yeah, burn down their house. Yeah, kill that guy". His teammates, which he knows are the problem but goddammit Scott is loyal , so he decides Gem and Joel are ruining this. THEY have stripped away his persona. His trustworthy-ness. He guns it after both of them, his happy cracks and spills out anger. It's the second worst he's placed because he stopped trying to lie and listened to his emotions. +he's gotta let Pearl kill him, tis tradition. It's the fact that Scott within the life series is hated by the watchers due to his ability to LOVE. It's the fact they don't feed well off him because he doesn't hold tangible grudges. It's the fact that Scott loves so desperately and bad that he has tied his own well-being to how well others are doing, if Scott is doing well he gives it to his teammate because then it must be HIS fault that they're worse off. By being too nice and too calm, people don't realize his connections with people are real. And if they don't love him back then he won't have to be heartbroken. Scott has weaponized love, against the watchers, against his peers, and most importantly, against himself.

[jayparked]

congrats & thanks for doing this event! can i req 75+84 with sunghoon? ty!

WARNINGS: semi public sex, slightly mean dom hoon, sunghoon makes y/n answer the phone while they fuck!, possessive hoon, language, bulge pushing, fingering, hoon's kind of a manhandler idk, creampie

WC: 761

"th-there are people outside this door-!" your words are quickly muffled by sunghoon's hand, his palm warm against your lips.

"well, this isn't about them, is it? they're out here shopping and it's just you and me in here. now stay quiet and take it."

your muffled moans only encourage sunghoon more, his fingers quickening against your clit while molding his body against yours. every twitch of your body has you unintentionally grinding against his growing erection. it's driving him crazy seeing how quickly you come undone in his grasp. but what he loves most is that no matter where or when, if sunghoon wanted you, you'd let him have you.

your phone that's resting on the dressing room seat lights up and your body stiffens at the displayed contact name.

"hm? i thought you cut him off? thought i was the only one you were messing with now?"

you don't answer right away, eliciting a harsh flick from sunghoon's fingers onto your clit.

"i did! you are!"

"i don't believe you." sunghoon grunts as his fingers easily enter your sopping hole. he doesn't even bother prepping you or trying to stretch you out properly, already inserting three fingers knuckle deep, scissoring as a relentlessly brutal pace.

"but you think about me when they're fucking you, don't you?"

"i...that's not true." who are you kidding? there's really no comparison between the two. in every category sunghoon wins; size, pacing, ex

"oh? you really think you can lie to me right now? with the position i have you in? i don't you need me to remind you who's cock you cry out for every night. if he really was a good fuck it would be him here with you, but no. you chose me. now pick up the phone and tell him you're done with him"

"n-now?"

"no, next tuesday- yes, fucking right now. answer the damn phone. i want him to hear this."

you quickly lean forward and grab your phone, sunghoon's hands never leaving your body. not even giving yourself a chance to back down, you answer the call.

"helLO?" you gasp, looking behind you to see the wide smirk on sunghoon's face as he pushes his cock past your folds, guiding your hips back until he's fully sheathed inside you.

"y/n? are you okay? i haven't heard from you in a while and i miss you-"

sunghoon presses his hand against your stomach as he thrusts deeply into you. barely catching the small scream bubbling in your throat, you clamp a hand over your mouth and breathe heavily through your nose, feeling the way sunghoon's large hand presses against his own bulge inside you.

guiding your hand away from your face, sunghoon quickly grabs the phone and presses the speaker button and places it back on the bench. he silently presses a hand between your shoulder blades and bends you down slightly before grabbing both of your wrists and moving them behind your back. satisfied with the position he has you in, sunghoon starts thrusting deep and vigorously. he loves the sound your bodies makes together, the slapping of skin on skin and the squelching of your arousal coating his cock. it's something he'll never get tired of and he's soaring with pride at the way the sounds echo in the small fitting room, surely being picked up on your phone for your previous toy to hear.

"uhhh...y/n do i need to call you back?"

"don't bother," sunghoon chuckles, "she doesn't need you anymore." sunghoon ruts his hips into you in a way that forces a moan from you, one you can't hold in any longer no matter how hard you try. three faint beeps sound from your phone as the other boy hangs up, leaving you completely at sunghoon's mercy.

even with the competition successfully removed from the picture, sunghoon does not let up. he releases your hands, letting you stumble forward until you're able to brace yourself against the mirror, his pace never faultering. sunghoon leans down and bites at the back of your shoulder, teeth sinking deep enough to bruise. meanwhile, his pace quickens, clearly chasing his release while still feeling the high of successfully claiming you in front of his opponent. without warning, sunghoon releases inside you, softly groaning your name as he slowly uses you to milk every last drop of his load out of him.

he stills in your for a moment, panting softly before placing a swift kiss to your shoulder as he removes himself from you. "that'll show him."

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[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Never Easy

Schlatt x gender neutral!reader Summary: Based on this request. Schlatt runs into an old friend at the bar and high school tensions come back to the surface. Teenage feelings come to the surface again as the pair realise their feelings never changed. Warnings: Use of the nickname 'tiny' instead of Y/N a few times, swearing, making out - will be a part 2 with smut

"What the fuck?" a voice somewhere behind Schlatt says as he sits at the bar. He pays no mind to it, chatting happily with his friends until he hears his name called, "schlatt?"

He tenses up as he hears his name, closing his eyes and drawing in a deep sigh as he braces himself to come face to face with the camera of a fan shoved in his face the second he turns around.

"Schlatt?" the voice repeats excitedly, a hand placed on his shoulder to get his attention. He turns in his chair and looks down at the person in front of him, still slightly taller than them even sitting down.

"Hi?" he asks, forcing a smile on his face as he watches you observe him. He tries to be nice, even if the last thing he wants tonight is to be stolen from his friends by fans, he doesn't want some bad interaction someone has with him being plastered over reddit even more.

"Holy shit it is you?" you laugh as you look at him, your hand still on his tense shoulder as you examine him, "Beth said it was you but I couldn't believe it. From the back you look just like any other tall guy with a -"

"Do I know you?" he interrupts, as his eyes scan you, taking you in. Your face is filled with excitement and clear recognition, something about the way your eyes watch his makes it feel like you're seeing into his soul and opening him up from the inside. It's unnerving, to be looked at with such familiarity that he just can't place.

"You don't remember me?" you ask, retracting your hand from his shoulder, the excited smile dropping to a forced one as you keep your gaze locked on him, "it hasn't been that long has it? I would've hoped -"

"Tiny?" he says in surprise as his eyes widen, the name falling so naturally out of his mouth after all this time. He doesn't know where it came from but something about that soft smile you gave him pulls the years of memories back to the front of his brain as he looks at you.

"Ugh still with that nickname," you groan, before giggling excitedly as Schlatt all but tackles you in a hug.

"Holy fuck this is insane," he laughs giddily as he engulfs you in his arms, you two standing there embracing for the longest time. It's been years since you've seen each other, you've both changed so much it's almost impossible to think that you were even able to recognise each other.

One of his friends coughing from the bar behind him and shooting him a teasing look is all it takes to make him retract from the hug and put his guard back up. He sits back down in his seat with a grumble as he blushes, "Tiny, these are my college friends. Lads, Tiny."

"We're really sticking with that nickname huh?" you say as you roll your eyes, introducing yourself to his group of friends as they make idle small talk.

Schlatt can't help but admire you as you talk to his friends, so effortlessly sliding into the group as if you've known his friends longer than he has. You were always good at that, all through school. Half the reason he had a social life was because he would get dragged around everywhere with you, as this little bottle rocket would effortlessly charm anyone they met, dragging the socially awkward giant along with them.

You've changed so much, it's not surprising he barely recognised you. You look different, new hair, new piercings, new glasses, shedding the awkward, shaggy high school look for a more refined one. You held yourself with new sense of confidence, the kind earnestness in your smile still evident, clearly having never left.

You moved after school, shedding the cold east coast snow for the sunny west coast beaches, which has clearly done wonders for you. It's almost like you brought the sun back with you, as you stand in the dimly lit bar nearly glowing as you beam and laugh at something his friend says. You brought the sun back to him.

He feels a pit begin to form in his stomach. A bottomless chasm that makes his stomach sink as he watches his friend make you laugh, a feeling he hasn't felt since high school. He thought he shed that feeling when he went to college, maturing. Maybe, he's starting to think, he just never met another person like you.

You turn and look at him, meeting his eyes as you smile brightly, laughing happily in almost disbelief at the fact that you stumbled on each other like this. He feels his heart catch in his chest as the blood rushes to his cheeks and for a split second he feels like he's back in maths class, being paired up together for a project for the first time.

The small thud next to him jolts him from his day dreaming as he looks at the bag on the desk next to him, tattered, torn messenger bag being held together by hope and tape.

"Hey," your sweet voice above him says as you sit down next to him, casting him a bright, smile, mouth full of metal. He stares for a second as you sit before he just nods, eying you cautiously as you grab your notebooks out.

"I hope you're good at maths," you say, barely noticing his lack of acknowledgement as you laugh to yourself, "cause I am not!"

"What?" he asks confused as he watches you turn and meet his gaze again, their wild hair falling in front of their face before you shake it out. He hasn't been paying any attention.

"Oh don't worry," you say as you begin copying work down from the board, "I'm not a total drop kick, you won't have to carry too hard."

"I'll be back," you say as you turn to look at your friend group standing on the other side of the room stealing glances over at you, "I should go tell my friends they can leave without me... I'm stealing you when I come back," you say over your shoulder to Schlatt as you walk away.

All he can do is nod as he stares at you as you walk off, feeling like a school kid again as his high school crush saunters their way back into his life.

"But anyway I heard that they actually ended up getting divorced!" Schlatt says as he sips his drink, laughing as he looks at you next to him in the booth, "serves the bitch right failing me on my ancient Egypt essay," he scoffs as he downs the last of his drink.

"Surely you're not still cut up on that?" you laugh as you lean back against the booth, looking over at him as you watch him go into a delightedly animated rant on how much your old ancient history teacher screwed him over.

It feels like no time has passed at all since you last saw each other, the two of you immediately fall into a familiar conversation as you reminisce and talk about life.

"I'm gonna scream," he says angrily as he pushes through the crowds, dragging you behind him through the halls as you head towards the doors leading out of the school towards the football fields.

You run along behind him as you weave through people, yelling apologies over your shoulder as you chase after your friend, "you gotta slow down I can't keep up."

He lets out a frustrated sigh, raking his hand through his hair as he pushes open the doors, holding them open for you to catch up with him. You pant as you run to catch up with him, bending over to put your hands on your knees to catch your breath. He laughs as he looks down at you, hands shoved in his pocket, "you're so unfit."

"We can't all have 10 meter strides," you grumble as you nudge him and straighten up, walking down the steps and onto the football fields, "you gonna tell me what's wrong?"

He digs around in his backpack, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper that he thrusts into your hands, "53," he says as he throws his hands up in the air in frustration. You uncrumple the paper and glance across the writing, 'Technological development in ancient Egypt.'

"Shiiiitt," you say as you grimace, "she's really got it out for you huh?"

"Don't I know it," he sighs, looking dejectedly down at the ground as he walks across the field. You can almost hear the doubt in his brain as he walks.

"What do you have next period?"

"PE?" he says as he looks down at you next to him as you walk.

"Wanna grab a slushy instead?" you ask, as you shove the failed assignment into your pocket, forgotten.

"You're an angel you know that?"

"You look beautiful," he says as he rests his arm on the booth behind your head, a dazed look in his eyes as he gazes down at you, "you were always beautiful" he mumbles softly, seemingly absent mindedly, "but I mean... wow."

You stare up at him, surprised at the gentle tone in his voice, something about the way he says it, and the way he's gazing down at you, his expression filled with nothing but love and innocence, it fills your chest with butterflies.

He notices your shock and brings his already empty glass up to his lips, taking a drink of nothing as he attempts to distract himself from what he just said. "I'm getting another" he grumbles as he realises how unnatural he looks with the empty glass, sliding out of the booth and making his way to the bar.

You can't help but admire him as he moves across the bar, he still holds himself the same way he did in high school, slouched, lumbering, folding in on himself, as if he's trying to make his 6'3 frame vanish from everyone's view.

He stops by his group of friends that are still congregating near the bar, chatting with them for a while as he orders another drink. He runs his hand through his hair as he nods at something someone says and you can't help the way your mouth goes dry.

He's filled out since you last saw him a few years ago. He's broader, softer, you can't help but imagine how nice it would feel to run your hands along his shoulders, slip them under his shirt.

You always thought he was a handsome guy, all the time you knew him. There's something about this new look he has that just does it for you. He looks rugged, more mature, a far cry from the lanky boy you once knew. His jeans and thrift shop button ups replaced with shorts and jackets that make him look put together, so much more like a man and less like a kid. You never even considered how handsome mutton chops could look on someone.

"You've gotta hold still if you wanna keep your ear," you laugh as you hold his head in place, falling apart in a fit of giggles as he shrieks when the cold water from the spray bottle hits the back of his neck.

"I don't think I'm talented enough to justify van goughing it," he says as he laughs along with you, taking a sip of his beer as his eyes stay glued to yours through the reflection in the mirror as he adjusts the towel around his shoulders.

"I reckon you're plenty talented," you hum thoughtfully as you run the comb through his hair, "hopefully not insane enough."

He laughs as he tilts his head down, a pleasant shiver running up his spine at the feeling of hand in his hair as you position his head where you want it, the sound of the scissors distracting him from the sound of his heart beat in his ears.

"Don't fuck my head up yeah?" he says as he finishes off his beer, tossing it in the bin along with the other bottles that were emptied before this dumb decision was made, "I'd look ugly if i had to shave it all."

"Don't be silly," you hum as your tongue pokes out your lips in concentration, "you'll always be good looking."

You see the red blush creep up the back of his neck as you trim his hair, pausing to look up and meet his eyes in the reflection. He's staring back at you, face red with a blush as he eyes dart across your face, yours staying glued to his. You both just stare, through the reflection, neither of you daring to move, neither of you brave enough to speak.

He walks back over and places a drink down in front of you, grumbling to himself about how expensive it was, "you're lucky I'm rich now doll cause damn they're trying to milk me dry with these cocktails you're drinking."

You just watch him as he sips his drink, his hand resting on the back of the booth as he crosses his foot over his leg and leans back. He looks so different now, better, you think as you admire him. He turns to face you, catching your eye with a puzzled expression as he catches you staring.

"What?" he asks as he places his drink down, chuckling nervously under your gaze.

You shake your head and shrug as you smile up at him, "you look really good Jay."

It's drizzling down by the time you get outside, the wet ground making your already wobbly legs slip slightly as you walk down the street. Schlatt chases after you, steading you with a firm hand around your waist when he catches up, "don't go running off now."

"I'm tired" you giggle drunkenly as you lean against him as you walk, "I'm gonna head home."

The rain patters around you, making both of you damp as you walk down the sidewalk, "hold on I'll get an uber," Schlatt says ignoring your groan of protest.

"No no no i can walk," you slur as you tilt your head up to look at the rain, "it's only like 40 minutes from here."

"40 minutes are you insane?" he says as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back towards him when he thinks you're gonna try to wander off again, "I'm not letting you walk home in the rain let alone at night drunk."

You go to protest but he's already walking you under an awning as he pulls out his phone, "don't be stubborn."

You huff childishly as you rest your head against his arm, closing your eyes as you sigh happily at the calming feeling of his warmth against you. You wrap your hands around his arm, clinging to him as you wait for him to order a lift, smiling to yourself when he bends down awkwardly to rest his head against yours, relishing in the comforting weight of him against you.

"Can you stop being a dick for like two seconds?" you sigh as you sit down on his back patio step, burying your head in your hands, "aren't you meant to be helping me not making me feel worse?"

"I told you he was a dick from the start," he says as he stands in front of you, hands in his pockets as he looks down at you. He hates seeing you like this, so dejected. He hates himself even more for the excitement he had to push down when you told him you were broken up with.

"Making me feel so much better," you say, your voice shaking as you scrunch your eyes tight.

"I'm sorry I'm being a dick," he sighs as he sits down next to you, leaking back on the porch as he stretches his long legs out on the steps below him, "but you're better off." When you don't reply he continues, "you were too good for him. You're too good for anyone at school."

"If I'm so good why do they break up with me," you say as you finally look up and meet his eyes, his heart breaking as he watches the tears well up in your eyes.

"They just couldn't see a good thing when they had it," He pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arm around your waist as he lets you burry your head in his shoulder and cry. He rests his head on yours as he rubs your arm, trying to sooth you, trying to ignore the way his heart aches as you sob, "even when it was right in front of them."

The uber drive is quiet as you rest your head against the window, watching the bright city lights as you drive past, eyes struggling to focus on any one thing for very long.

Schlatt can't help but stare, it's all he's been able to do since you got in the uber. You look angelic, the artificial yellow of the street lights illuminating your features and making you glow like you were sent down from heaven.

This whole night has pulled up nostalgic memories of your relationship throughout the years, memories that, in your absence he would think back on fondly, missing the good old days. When things were easy.

Now, as you sit beside him, and he thinks back to the awkward kid he knew when he was in school, the friend he tried to ignore his feelings for, the beauty before him he's still in love with, he doesn't think your relationship has ever been easy.

He doesn't know what good deed he's being rewarded for, or what deal he made with the devil that led him back to you, but by god he's not letting his second chance slip by this time.

"I've missed you," he whispers as he moves closer to you, his breath shallow when he feels your hand move to rest on the seat next to him as you turn to face him, "so much."

You stare up at him, eyes big and shiny in the light from the city as you admire the man next to you. You shift your hand along the seat, gently slipping your palm over his, "I've missed you too."

Neither of you are sure who moves first, all you know is it feels like a dream. Your lips crash against each other in a passionate kiss as years of yearning and pining bubble to the surface.

Your lips meld together as your hands desperately grip onto each other. Yours wrap around his neck as you twist your body against the seatbelt to face him, throwing your legs over his thigh as he wraps his arms around your waist. He groans into your mouth as he desperately attempts to pull you closer, tongue gently parting your lips as you moan against his in return.

His tongue slides against yours, exploring your mouth as you move your lips against each other. His facial hair is rough against your face, a contrast to his soft lips dancing against yours.

You pull away to catch your breath and immediately nudge his head to the side, sucking gently as you kiss down his neck, biting at any skin you can touch in a desperate attempt to get closer to him.

"Come back to mine?" he breathes in a hot pant against your temple as he tucks his face in your neck, all you can do is nod.

[justallihere]

rereading SITQ to cure the onyx storm hangover, and i’m just curious if you’ve ever thought about what the early years of Xaden’s rule looked like. i think about the moment when Xaden tells Violet he used to do Sloane’s hair and how she’d make him sit there in the throne room until he got it right. And that just brings to mind this image of all of them so heartbreakingly YOUNG and trying to figure out, xaden garrick bodhi liam imogen, how the hell theyre supposed to run a country like this

if this is one of those *insert your own headcanons here* type of things, feel free to ignore, i was just curious!! 😊

I have thought about it some! And heartbreaking is the word for it. Because Xaden would have been so. . . Xaden. He would've been prepared to be a duke, but being a king is entirely different. There's no room to grieve, to dwell, so all he can do is push forward and take care of everyone. He braids Sloane's hair, he sits on the roof with Bodhi when he has nightmares, he doesn't sleep, and the only thing keeping him going is that if he falters, his friends die like their families already have.

They had to force him to let them help, and even for a long time it was barely anything. But they wormed their way in, slowly, and they figured it out together.

I have like 10k of another AU started, where Fen dies and Xaden becomes king, but Mama Mairi and Papa Tavis still survive, so he has more help and guidance, and like, decent parental figures in his life, and it is an entirely different vibe lol

"Xaden Riorson!" The harsh voice cut through whatever Violet might have been about to say. She turned, searching for the source, but Xaden only closed his eyes and dragged in a deep breath through his nose. His time was up. "What the hell have you done?" Evelyn Mairi demanded, the heels of her boots tapping sharply on the floor as she crossed the remaining space between them in a few long strides. Xaden allowed himself another breath, and then he turned. "Evelyn," he started. "Don't you dare," she said, pressing a single finger against his chest, hard enough to hurt. She was several inches shorter than him, but she was vicious, as sharp-tongued as a dragon, and not the least bit scared of Xaden. "What the fuck did you do?" "Evelyn," he tried again, "this is Violet." Evelyn's gaze didn't waver from his. "Sorrengail," he continued. Her blue eyes burned like a living flame. "You arrogant, reckless boy," she hissed. She withdrew her finger and straightened to her full height, rearranging her face into something almost pleasant before she faced Violet. "Sweetheart," she said in the warm, maternal tone Xaden had heard his entire life. She extended an arm like she might drape it around Violet's shoulders, but didn't actually touch her. "I need you to come with me. We all need to have a talk."

[thebreakfastgenie]

I elaborated more in the notes so you wouldn't have seen it, but I'm not saying it doesn't hurt or people should say it doesn't hurt.

My insertion was bad. Not as bad as some stories I've heard, but bad. Not nearly as easy as some stories I've heard either. The vaccine comparison in that comment surprised me because it was a much bigger deal than a vaccine, and I say that as someone who used to get panic attacks when I got vaccines and had to be restrained. My doctor thought my insertion was bad. I was whimpering in pain by the end of it. I just didn't think it was that big a deal and was surprised it was enough for the doctor to mention it later. The main reason is it wasn't that bad for very long. I said at the time, kind of as a joke but not really, that my metric is "did it take two hours?" I probably felt some mild soreness afterward but I really don't remember, but the pain I had trouble dealing with ended as soon as the procedure was done. I got some really horrible cramps the next day, bad enough that I had to go home (though whether I would have left work if I wasn't already done with classes for the day idk) and enough to make me worry it wasn't placed correctly, but they only lasted a few hours (I think, honestly I don't remember). They were also different in type but not intensity to the worst period cramps I've had, which I was getting the IUD primarily to avoid ever getting again.

I think I went in with a different perspective than most people do because of my medical history. I thought of it as a minor but not trivial medical procedure to place a device in my body that would have a long term benefit to my health (mirena lasts 8 years). It wasn't my first or even second time doing that. I also probably have a different concept of what constitutes "not easy," which is why I was so surprised when my OB/GYN described my insertion that way. I've done a two hour cardiac MRI three times, my references are a little different than typical.

But I've been feeling for a little while now like the conversation has shifted in tone from "be prepared, ask for pain relief if you can" and advocacy for providing pain relief because some doctors don't like to offer it to this characterization of the insertion as a nightmarishly painful process. The horror stories get the most attention, which skews the perception. It's unpleasant and even painful, but it's not excruciating for everyone. I'd be surprised if it's excruciating for the majority. I know there's a narrative that it's no big deal, but that isn't universal from doctors either, and a lot of people already have normal anxiety around gynecological care and medical procedures in general that affects their expectations. I've been keeping sort of quiet about my concerns because I have a bit of a toxic "grit your teeth and get through it, that's what I did" mindset about it that I know I need to keep in check. I absolutely think pain relief should be offered, but if it had been offered to me I would have refused it.

I was finally pushed to say something because I was on twitter this morning and people were talking about IUDs in a way that equated them with pain. I think of the freedom it gave me from monthly pain. Someone actually described them as "pain for women" while claiming to be in favor of them. When I think of my IUD, I don't think of the pain of the insertion. In that thread women were expressing terror--not apprehension, not anxiety, terror--about their upcoming IUD insertions. It made me think at this point, hearing all these horror stories might be doing more harm than good. That same thread also included people who are fully opposed to birth control peddling the usual "hormonal birth control is terrible for your health" line. I know the people talking about the pain can't control this, but I worry about those messages appearing in the same place and what people will take away from that. There are so many more forces trying to talk people out of using birth control than into it.

I don't want people to stop sharing their stories honestly, but I don't like that IUD insertion being the worst pain ever has become a meme in certain circles. I just want to shift the tone of the conversation to focus on education and advocacy--giving people accurate expectations and teaching them to advocate for themselves, and educating providers and advocating for a better protocol--and away from negativity and fear, especially with the current political climate about reproductive health.

Okay I’m about ready to say I’m opposed to the whole “IUD insertion is horribly painful” thing. I keep seeing examples of women saying they’re terrified before their appointments and I think there’s a very really concern that talking about it this way will scare women off.

[cripplecharacters]

Hello!

I'm writing a story where a group of people are forced to work together to solve a mystery, and early on in the story when two of the characters are getting to know each other better, they go clothes shopping.

One of the characters is colorblind (protanomaly) and he usually has a friend help him pick clothes out to make sure things match, but that friend is busy. So instead, he ends up getting help from the other character who he doesn't know very well.

They don't like each other very much (they're not enemies, they just don't really trust each other and they bicker a lot) so I thought it would be a nice way for them to bond and learn to trust each other.

She's initially confused as to why he needs help differentiating between colors, so he tells her that he's colorblind and explains what colors he can and can't see, and then they basically take turns holding up clothes and going, "What color does this look like to you?" and they both think it's neat learning about how the other person sees colors.

I know people shouldn't write stories about what it's like to have a disability they don't have, but I'm not sure if this scene falls into that category since he's explaining how it works and not what it's like to be colorblind outside of "yeah my friend helps pick out clothes so I don't wear an ugly outfit lol".

Does any of this sound like it would be an issue?

Hi!

My dad is red insensitive colorblind and he will send me pictures of his suits and ask what color they are because for suits he needs all the pieces to match. With other clothing he does not bother.

With that in mind, I'd say someone else picking your character's outfits for him is a little unrealistic, but definitely fit checking to make sure everything looks okay is fine. He'll know what colors his clothes are! Checking with new clothes or the same item in multiple colors is probably the extent he'll want someone else to help him.

On comparing color vision: with my dad's agreement to participate, a common game with him is "sort the M&Ms" and watch him fail at splitting orange and green ones into separate piles. So as long as your character feels comfortable talking or joking about it, it's all good!

Mod Rock

Hello,

I have a friend who's blue-yellow colourblind. According to her, most of her process takes place when she's actually buying the clothes. She stays away from most green and yellow because those clash with a lot of colours, and her collection of purple clothes is very small. She also tends to buy plain clothes without patterns or graphics, like plain t-shirts and simple jeans, because those are easier to match. When buying jeans, she sticks to plain blue or black, and she buys dresses instead of skirts to avoid combining a skirt and shirt that clash. Most of her shopping is done online, where the colours of the products are listed. Then, when the clothes get into her house, she either asks one of her roommates for help or uses an app on her phone that tells her what colour which article of clothing is. She sorts her clothes in her closet by colour and keeps clashing colour combinations in mind while picking out what to wear for the day. She has it down to a science.

If he's grabbing clothes out of his closet, he probably has them sectioned off based on what colour they are. All of the black would be in one place, the blue in another, etc. He might also keep problem colours (red, purple, pink, orange) away from the rest of his clothes in their own little section to avoid accidentally grabbing them, assuming he has clothes in those colours at all. He could also avoid bright reds and bright colours that are related to red (pinks, purples, magentas, oranges,) because those clash with a lot more than darker shades of the same colour will. If he's really worried about clashing, he might have the clothes in colours that will definitely clash with red- bright greens, powder greens, browns- also sectioned off. Colours and clashing are a whole science and there are a lot of ways he can avoid wearing clashing colours without help.

You might also want to keep in mind that there while there are some colourblind people who would be okay with games like this from people they barely know, my friend says a lot of them would not like this. Some, like her, would only tolerate this from another colourblind person. It's realistic that he could just be exceptionally chill about it, just remember that many people absolutely are not.

Mod Aaron

[11queensupreme11]

Are the yans going to be loyal to Percy or like the gods would they have other lovers?

i'll start with the easy answers to get them outta the way

poseidon: loyal!

hades: loyal!

apollo: loyal!

anubis: loyal!

okay, that's done, now everything beyond this will be least likely to most likely to cheat:

beelzebub: will THINK about fucking someone to make her jealous just so he'll know that she still loves him, but he's smart enough to know that it's a bad idea. yes he wants her jealous to reassure himself that she still loves him (or maybe as a punishment), but knows that this would break her heart and cause resentment

loki: would fuck someone to get percy's attention (like maybe he's feeling jealous and wants to punish her) and then lose his shit when she doesn't care lmao

and now.......... (this is a long one lmao)

cú chulainn: he's like the zeus of the celtic pantheon, which means he's a huge whore.

he fucked (consensual and not) so many women, there was one instance where he fucked through a whole family (mother, mother's sister (through rape), and then mom's married daughter (they had an affair behind her husband's back)), HOWEVER....... i'm not done with reading through all of the ulster cycle myths, but so far i can only find one instance where he cheats on his wife, emer, with fand, a daughter of a sea god.

his reaction was shitty af omg. when emer becomes understandably upset, for some crazy ass reason she gathers a bunch of other angry women with knives to go kill FAND and not her cheating skank of a husband, and cú chulainn basically mocks her and acts like a huge dick about her being upset over his affair. he also gets angry at her for daring to deny him from fucking other women

(back then, not just in ireland, but in ancient times in general for most societies unfortunately, a man cheating was considered the norm. in some cases (like in ancient greece for one) a husband fucking another woman wasn't even considered "infidelity" and just him releasing his urges. it wasn't the same for wives tho, THEY had to be loyal)

anyways, emer finally decides to give cú chulainn up and FAND is the one whos like "oh no no, im so sorry you can have him 🥺". emer and cú chulainn make up, and they get their memories wiped of the affair 💀💀💀💀💀💀

ANYWAY. because of that ^^^ he is obviously the one most likely to cheat. not just because he actually did cheat on his previous wife, but also because of how he reacted to her grief and how archaic he since he's ancient too. he did end up apologizing to emer, but percy's not emer. if he were to cheat, percy won't forgive him at all. first he rapes her and forces her into a marriage she never wanted and now he has the gall to treat her like this? nope! cú chulainn's pretty much stuck in a loveless marriage now. he could either do the right thing and set her free with divorce, or try to desperately rekindle things which will be very very VERY hard 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

[goodgrlguides]

A Good Girl's Guide to Becoming a Respectful, Respected Parent

My motto has always been: Be a respectful, respected person. And the only way to become respected is to be respectful. Whether or not you've had parents in your life, your experiences can parent you and become a compass to how you think and the directions you take. A majority of parents desire to be respected by their children, which is perfectly normal because children should respect their parents, but how can you when your parents disregard all courtesy and respect towards you and become dictators?

Taking my parents as an example, they are very old fashioned and continually want to present the smooth porcelain vase appearance, while the inside is overflowing with chaos. Being a child to parents like this forces you to put on a mask every time you go out, almost making you forget who you really are when you have to take it off.

The mask is meant to be a cover-up for the discord and disunity that's going on without other's knowing. It is perfectly normal to not share your personal problems with others, but never do it in a way that will make you forget who you are.

If you feel like you're losing your relationship with your children, ask yourself these questions:

What have I done through the subconscious building stages of their life (Ages 0-12)?

Have been hypocritical in my actions towards them?

Do I treat others differently from how I treat them?

Do I verbally, physically or emotionally abuse them? (Remember, abuse comes in various shapes or forms. Calling them degrading names is a form of verbal and emotional abuse which could lead to the physical deteriorating of their bodies)

A guide to becoming a respectful parent:

Make sure as a parent to never forget your courtesy/respect for your children. Being a parent doesn't make you powerful. Being respected as a parent makes you powerful. Children over-analyze every one of their parents' actions. Which means that if you're acting like a hypocrite but putting on your clean porcelain vase mask, you are not respected, even if they act like it.

Focus on working on communication skills. If you are in doubt about how they are feeling about you or how they are acting when around you, privately talk to them. Don't make a public show of them and humiliate them in public. The joy of private conversations is that it's between you and who you are sharing it with. When you fix your conversational skills, you are automatically up at least one step up the respected tier. Try and do this at the early stages of your relationship with them—gradually continue to build trust and stability.

Also, make sure to accept how they prefer to communicate with you. Some find it better to communicate through writing letters because when they take face-to-face, they find it difficult to elaborate their point of view.

Lots of parents believe that their parents are beneath them, but that really isn't the case. In most cases, the way you raise you children will also affect your relationship with them in the future and both of your health. If you lack communication skills with them, it may lead to building up rejection and resentment towards you. Children are meant to learn and create so do not discourage them in what they want to do because of your fear for them failing or falling. Discipline is necessary, but not to the scale of abuse. Kids need to listen but choose the correct method of getting them to listen to you like clear communication and explaining why you are telling them this.

That's it for now and as always, it was lovely having you here and I hope to see you again soon. Remember, be a good girl.

XOXO, Good Girl Guides.

[jules-makes-stuff]

Been seeing ppl on reddit argue about magic in fantasy for a while and I don't want to lose 3 hours bickering over there but I have *thoughts*

By now hard and soft systems are pretty well known but people ague againt hard systems because it "takes away the, well, MAGIC of magic". I think people aren't considering tone and the overall goals of a work and are conflating personal taste with truth again.

In my mind it really depends on the above though. Say you are Hoffman writing The Golden Pot. You want your work to be dreamlike, ethereal, like a half remembered song. Everything operates on dream/fairytale logic and emotion is reality. You should absolutelt NOT explain magic. It should be a strange force adhering only to narrative and emotional forces.

If you are writing a magical realism piece, like One Hundred Years of Solitude, the magic again is there to emphasize the absurdity of reality people at the time faced. Explaining anything takes that away. Same with horror or something like Metamorphosis. You don't know why this is happening and that means you cannot stop it or it doesn't matter how it happened, only the consequences.

Then there are more classical fantasy stories like Lord of the Rings. Magic is something ancient and grand and mysterious.... and none of the hobbits have it besides stray magic items. That is what people miss, I believe, when using this example. Gandalf isn't our pov character. Most characters there do not have magic or only have limited magic w very specific limitations, tools essentially. So we can follow along and anticipate how these will be used. There is big, scary, unknown magic, but it is usually something used by the opponents or characters that come in and out of the narrative. And I think that's a good balance! Its fine that we dont know the science of magic, because we understand enough when we need to, we can make predictions and there is enough wiggle room for something like Gandalf the White to happen. A looot of fantasy had followed this setup: the mc has only a few well defined spells and magic items, the world has more deep magic.

But, I personally do like harder magic, if the mc is supposed to be a wizard (or the equivalent). I would call most battle shonen hard magic (I think this is where ppl might want to kill me) becauss in a good battle shonen we know what everyone can do and we can plan along with the characters and predict how the fight will go. When a problem is solved in an interesting way we can go "I should have seen that comming!"

In BAD versions people yell really loud and whoever yells loudest about friendship (once we wasted enough screentime to call the third act done) wins. And this here is my problem. Because I have seen stories where characters do the same with magic and it breaks my immersion. When magic used by the mc can suddenly do anything and everything what is the point? I'm no longer following a story w interesting twists and turns, Im waiting for the author to say "ok thats enough we can push the win button now". And listen, obviously its a made up story, none of this is real or matters, but its the authors job to keep the illusion alive that it isnt.

This is different from creating a mcguffin that can do anything once and having a quest about it, there getting the item is the challenge, not using it.

And a system being hard doesnt mean we need to know the science behind it, just that we need to know what it can do and the limits. In avatar they can manipulate the elements w martial arts. Period. Why? How? The spirits said so. Most ppl fuck up hard magic imo by starting to write a thesis about magical physics or overcomplicating it instead of taking 1 simple idea and exploring all the cool things that it can do. Witch Hat feels super magical and yet all there is to magic is drawing magic circles and we actively learn how to draw them in the series and the way the characters problem solve w magic and their try-fail cycles are super fun!

The point of this ramble is that I need structure that fits the narrative goals of the work. If we're doing a dream like narrative throw away explanations. If Im a wizard playing mind chess w other wizards you better tell me what chess pieces we have.

[lovebillyhargrove]

Harringrove Simon x Alisha "Misfits" au. The idea is not new and has been going around for a while

***

Billy notices Steve Harrington the moment he sets his heavy boot down on the asphalt of Hawkins High parking lot. It's a downward spiral ever since. Or an upward one, Billy can't really tell.

He tries to keep his distance cause he understands - this is the most unnecessary shit right now, in June he's getting the hell out of this town. However, no matter how hard he tries, he can't stay away, Steve is pulling him irresistibly, Billy's particles certainly want to stir up a chemical reaction with Harrington's, they rebel, they riot.

So at the graduation party Hargrove gets drunk as a skunk and awkwardly confesses his fucking feelings to Steve "I'm like .. fuck, I kinda .. I think I like you. I dunno." To which Steve responds with a laugh. A sneer.

Billy's like okay .. It's fine. I'm fine. Fucking hell. I'm gonna be fine. It's not the end of the world.

Although it feels like it is. The pull doesn't stop. It's torture.

..

Then Brimborn happens, Starcourt happens.

Something also happens to Steve's heart when he watches Billy stand tall against the monster and die.

Since July 4th Harrington has lost the peace of mind. Why ..? What's wrong?

Does he care? .. No, he doesn't care. He shouldn't care.

Steve stays up late, can't sleep, thinks, relishes the smokes, goes for long drives, often ends up at the cemetery. Replays all their little encounters, all the phrases said to each other, remembers more details. He can't get over the dead guy.

What if ..?

A whole year passes before unknown secret forces of the universe decide to interfere. Steve is caught in a terrible thunderstorm and gets struck by lightning. He doesn't die, no, he gains the ability to travel back in time.

So when Harrington understands his powers, he returns to Starcourt, tries to save Billy, but it's a hasty attempt, doesn't work. Steve goes back to the graduation party, doesn't push Hargrove away, they talk, they kiss.

Billy still dies.

Whatever Steve tries, he fails.

Hargrove dies, one way or the other. But with every travel Steve develops more feelings for him, fuck, it's ..

Are they going to be caught in this scenario forever? What needs to be done to get out of it and keep Billy alive?

***

Or is it Steve who first falls in love with the new guy, and Hargrove's like wtf, I don't need it. He dies, Steve tries to bring him back, Billy starts falling for him too, it's heartbreak over heartbreak over heartbreak

[teine-mallaichte]

Well Varric would still be there... As Storm is Hawke and Anders kid, he has known Varric basically his entire life, he even called him 'uncle varric'. So... Yeah. I even have 'letters home' drafted at different points of the game where he tells his parents what's going on and mentions Varric 😅

In comparison to a lot of the other Rooks I've just read people's answers for, Storms backstory is relatively tame. He's not lost many people, not been forced to kill people or do much that's morally grey. However, that doesn't mean he's not deeply affected by the stuff that has happened.

He had to leave home at age 17 after a run in with a Hurlock caused him to be infected by blight. Obviously his parents couldn't let him die, so Anders took him to his Aunt Bethany and he underwent the joining. Afterwards when Anders told him he needed to stay with the Wardens for a while he called Anders a hypocrite and they've not spoken much since - despite anders attempts. Storm will still add a line or so for his father in letters, but the letters are mainly addressed to his mother and siblings now, and the few times he's seen Anders since Storm's not exactly been all that nice to him. He regrets that. He knowns that his father was only trying to keep him alive, and he knows he has likely been unreasonable - not that this makes it easier to stop or let go of the anger/frustration. (For context Storm is 20 now.)

The actual 'blight incident' when he was 17 also still haunts him. Not only has it resulted in him still being scared of hurlocks, but he feels that he put his two siblings (who were only 12 at the time) in danger. He'll hear them yelling and screaming, especially the way they yelled when he got overpowered by the hurlock. He'll probably relive the fight, relive entering the cave, relive the moment which hits brother Rowan was grabbed (he was fine but that fear of what could have happened still lingers).

I'm still working on his backstory for this next bit, but the other person who will feature heavily in his regret prison is a fellow Grey Warden and his first ever LI. I've not given her a name or really developed her much yet, but he met her after he'd been a Grey Warden about a year. His Aunt Bethany hated the relationship, and hated the woman. She was reckless, morally iffy, and talked Storm into several things. Anyway the relationship only lasted about 7 or 8 months as she died - being a Warden is dangerous. Storm isn't sure if he regrets the relationship, regrets what happened to her, or regrets the way he treated Bethany during the relationship, but whatever it is she is there.

Other than that : basically every decision he's made since joining Varric on this mission. Storm is a deeply insecure person, even if he acts otherwise. He can't really remember his early life, but he was born only 5 months after the chantry explosion. His parents were fugitives, they moved a lot, and that lack of stability and constant anxiety has affected his development. On top of that he's already felt that he's not good enough compared to his parents, his parents friends and then his siblings. He second guesses EVERYTHING, and so every decision he's made since he accidentally nepotismed his way into being way over his head haunts him. Because what if it was the wrong choice? Maybe if he'd done X differently then less people would have died. Maybe if he'd paid attention as a kid and actually learnt to heal like his father and sister he could help people more. Maybe... Maybe... Maybe...

Yeah, he's not having a good time... I can see him being stuck in there longer than 2 weeks and being a mess when he finally gets out.

Oh no it’s Monday, the worst day =(

Oh YAY! It’s the Rook Intro Hour! 🎉💕🍾🎁

How it works: I ask you a question about your Rook(s) and you answer it with as much brevity or verbosity as you desire. You can do this whenever you want, and I’ll reblog it + add some comments! There’s no time limit— if you want to do the older ones, they are collected here! (The post is updated on Fridays!)

Today’s Questions: If the regret prison that Solas traps Rook in at the end of the game hadn’t contained Varric + some of Rook’s companions, what would your Rook have seen there? Would they have been able to overcome their regrets? What would the process have looked like for them— how would they have worked through their emotions without anything to guide them?

Have fun, and thanks for sharing !

[f-liner]

For as much as I love chocogummy, I feel like making Hanto die basically everytime the episode is ending is kind of becoming repetitive.

I like that they showcase how he is still a human, even with the Granute organ and kamen rider powers, he still is the weakest, which ends up making him the one who loses the most.

But at the same time he always faints in the same dramatic way, with Shouma screaming his name. It's kind of funny because of how often it happens.

Like, can you imagine the staff meeting with the actors? "So at the end you-" "I faint while Chinen screams my name? " "yeah, and then-" "and then next episode he cradles my dead body while I sleep on his lap? " "..."

Still I hope he realizes this and that it will be plot relevant in the future. Like whatever upgrade he will have will actually make him stronger.

[dykedvonte]

wanted to say I appreciate your nuanced takes on MW and especially Curly. i don't get the claim that the fandom is full of Curly apologists when majority (esp yt and tiktok) say he's worse than Jimmy. Yes there's commentary about bro culture defending people, he def messed up in trying to placate Jimmy (tbh "we'll fix this" sounded more like trying to keep someone prone to outbursts like Jim calm and not hurt Anya/himself) but I don't think he did nothing to help Anya, since she continued to confide in him and he had less than a week to resolve it before the crash (I also don't get everyone saying he knew for ages when it seems like Anya told him that same week). I get Jimmy's a pos but saying stuff like Curly should've known he'd crash the ship or that Jim had a criminal record he ignored, reducing them to obviously horrible villain and willfully ignorant sidekick feels like a disservice to the game. If your best friend turned out to be horrible, what would you do in a confined space in the span of a few days to respond? I'd say some of the horror comes from trying to do good but ultimately failing, Curly's state after the crash is meant to be tragic horror not revenge/punishment

Thank you and this is what I want to get across.

A lot of information we have to supplement when it comes to how long things have been happening on this current ship. I think people try to add on to the horror and negligence by making things more obvious so it can feel like it was easier to avoid when, true to life, its not. Jimmy clearly didn't deserve or appreciate what Curly did for him in getting him the job, but do you think if Jimmy was that big of a menace on Earth he would've given him a position where he could have that level of power over people's lives? There's something in the fact he specifically chose to pick a position so close to himself where he could watch Jimmy.

I hate the bro code argument because that is a whole can of worms people really don't get. That sort of mentality is born from the general respect and preference of male matter over female ones. Curly is clearly not that guy, he is absent minded about the issue and inadvertently dismissive but he clearly believes Anya, he just can't understand what she's going through. It's an onslaught of information that no one really reacts right to. Additonally, the entire discussion of her assualt plays to heavy into the idea that there is fault outside of the perpertratior when it comes to SA. It's too close if she only did this or if Curly had protected her better but the fact of the matter is Jimmy did what he did. He did it before any of the conversations with Anya about it and it's why her behavior seemed to change so drastically in those last two days.

He has other conflicting thought and while his role as a Captain should've taken over, people act like it's not a very human thing to have such a toxic presence cloud your judgement. It is never easy to separate friend from coworker once that connection is formed, you want to help them, especially if they were friend first and for a long while like in this case. It's not right, but people act like it would be easy when the game clearly points out that no choice is easy to make, especially when you have to make it for more than one person. You have the weigh the consequences, look at all the options and make a plan. People can headcanon and decide how long things where happening, but if we look at what we were presented through the characters eyes, the only person given time to do that was Jimmy.

He waited two months after the crash to appoint himself Captain. Every time a problem was brought up he immediately took action and refused to sit on it and find a better solution. I think it's important to look at the warped way Jimmy takes initiative where Curly didn't as it works as a good contrast of why you don't just run in to "fix" things. The quickest and easiest option may not be the safest or most beneficial. I think some thoughts on the game suffer from the black and white thinking the game doesn't operate on along with us being voyeurs. We see what exactly led to what but the characters don't. They don't have the hindsight and foresight we do and even ours is scrambled by the non-linear story telling.

Like it's hard to talk abuou those grey zones without sounding like an apologist because you're explaining why taking responsibility isn't easy. It's not and it's weird to act like it would be in a scenerio that led up to the events of the game knowing what we know. We see all these characters in such isolated moments with various things before, in between, after and even during we aren't privy too. The idea that Jimmy is worse than Curly heavily banks on the words Jimmy was saying to Jimmy before he crashed the ship. That whatever happened on the ship was his responsibility to bare, which is true due to his position. But, are they not still not responsible for taking the actions Curly then must bare?

Like i feel like people think that these are situation that become easier with age or when you are in a postion of authority and they aren't. You don't lose your biases or gain some sudden knowledge that makes it easier. It just becomes more tiring as you keep dealing with it. I would be first in line to say Curly fucked up and should've done more but the idea he knew how bad it could get or he really saw the worst in the people around him and ignored it pretty much ignores a huge aspect of his character and the game.