#I still don't know how to tag this shit

[saerayofsunshine]

Let’s Talk About Sex

Summary: Whether it be fucking or making love, Satoru Gojo knew how to pleasure you like no other, either by playing rough, building up your pleasure with fast and precise strikes, or by sensual, slow rolls of his hips that certainly weren’t lacking in their intensity. Loving him and being loved by him was a gift from the heavens itself, one you were sure to treasure, as long as you both were willing to. Relationship: Gojo Satoru/You Rating: E Words: 1.7K Content Warning: consensual sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) Notes: JJK makes me sad, so I wrote porn to stay delulu. I also realized I find it very hard to start writing without a certain setting or scene in my mind, so I'm surprised how I was able to write this at all. Hopefully there are no typos or grammar errors. Reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated!

cross-posted on my ao3

Fucking was the act of sexual intercourse between two willing individuals, a play between two people that were sexually attracted to each other, joining together as one to chase that sweet release. They would grind into each other desperately, sweat lingering on their skin as they sang their song into heaven with their orchestrated moans and groans, the lewd slaps of skin meeting skin becoming the instruments in this act of pleasurable play.

Sex was like a dance between two cosmic stars, and the collusion would result in a heavenly explosion within the unlimited void that is called space, making way for new stars or planets to be born.

Making love, on the other hand, could vastly differentiate from that feeling of simply fucking someone. Making love could be like a calm wave crashing into the beach that was eager to meet sand, a simple but continuous push and pull of waves; a slow swirl of hips grinding into each other, simply enjoying the feeling of being connected as one body, one soul, performing the simple act of loving each other by giving each other everything they had, a push and pull between hips as one set of legs desperately clenching around a waist, aching up to grind onto his pelvis, meeting the delicious thrusts from her lover halfway. All throughout the act, they would squeeze each other's hands lovingly, never shying away from each other's gaze, unashamed at the pure lust in each other’s expression.

Though, making love could be rough too, just like enraged, powerful waves crashing into each other continuously during stormy weather, loud in their clashing, repeatedly colliding into each other no matter how many times it happened, with no regards to what might get destroyed in the end. Hands would tightly grab onto her hips, as if ensuring that she wouldn’t dare escape his clutches, tugging her forward to meet his thrust halfway, pounding his hard cock frantically into her wet cunt, and she would take it, and take it, and take it, all what he had to give, and she would scratch on his broad shoulders, drag her nails down his shoulder blades as his cock insistently prodded her sensitive spots, latch into his hair and neck as she clenched around him with each drag into her.

Sex was a delightful act, but sex with Gojo Satoru was otherworldly, an act that could be sweet and sensual, loving and time consuming, but so so worth it in the end. The sweet release you longed for only a small reward in the sight of the act of loving each other endlessly, shamelessly, however you wanted and in any way you wanted.

Satoru knew how to play you like a violin, knew exactly which string to pull to make you sing a certain way, knew that rubbing that little bud between your legs as he continued to rock into you would make your legs shake like crazy, sensitive as you were, or how to angle his hips to graze that one spot, growling as you squeezed his cock in the most delicious way in retaliation.

Sometimes, Satoru would be in a playful mood, and he would tease you by sliding his length against your warmth, back and forth, back and forth, deliberately dragging the tip of his cock against your swollen clit, watching as your wetness spread all over length, biting his lip to hold in a groan at the marvelous sight you made, laying on his bed, all spread out in front of him as you played with your tits, squeezing the rosy nipples that he so desperately wanted to latch his teeth onto. You would swirl in tandem with his hips, whining, begging for him to finally, “Put it in, please…”

Such a fixen you were, how could he deny you? Groaning under his breath as he repeatedly tapped the tip of his cock against your throbbing button before dragging the length back and forth against your wetness, then slowly feeding his cock into you inch by inch, before returning to nudging your clit teasingly. “Can’t wait for it, huh? Want it so bad, do you?” he breathlessly asked, as if he wasn’t rock hard and throbbing himself, desperate to finally feel your tight cunt, to relieve the ache that only you knew how to ease, reaching the edge he was so familiar with.

“I just want to feel you, want you inside me so bad.”

It felt like the whole world was shifting whenever you were joined as one, groaning at how tight you walls gripped into him as finally gave into your demand, sinking inch by inch into your warmth, reaching out to hold your hands in his, lovingly squeezing them as he slowly but surely bullied his cock into you.

“Fuck,” Satoru growled as slid home, wetness and tightness he longed to feel surrounding him, and he had to hold himself back from going wild, lest he couldn’t last long with you.

Nothing else mattered when you made love, not the breathless screams and moans you let out with every drag into you, or the lewd squelch when he rocked vigorously into your pussy, the headbroad of the bed banging against the wall with each surge forward. Not once did his eyes shift away from your figure, lingering on your fucked out expression, from your rosy cheeks and your plump lips that he so desperately wanted to sink his teeth onto, to the enticing bounce of your tits that swayed in tandem of his thrusts.

What a sight you made, and all that was for him. You put a spell on him, Satoru couldn’t explain the effect you had on him otherwise.

Without losing his rhythm, he grabbed the back of your tights, leaning his body weight forward, placing your legs on his shoulders, whispering a breathless, quiet ‘fuck’ under his breath as the new position had you squeezing his cock even tighter than before, his pelvis deliberately rubbing against your clit with each surge forward.

Satoru leaned forward, thanking the heavens for your flexibility, groaning in pleasure as this position had him reach even deeper within you. His chest grazed your breasts, and you leaned forward, kissing him slowly, smiling against each other's lips. The sweet gesture was a total contradiction to the way Satoru furiously pushed his cock in and out of your wet pussy, nudging the sensitive places within you that had you shamelessly moaning against his lips, your hips wiggling in his hold.

“Satoru…” you whimpered, grasping his hips, your legs beginning to spasm involuntarily, pussy clamping on his hard cock, as if trying to milk him dry to the last drop of his seed. You squirmed, arching your hips up, desperate to meet his thrust halfway as you felt the telltale signs of an orgasm approaching, “I’m going to come…”

“Yeah? You going to come for me, be a good girl and come on this fucking cock?”

“Uh-huh.”

He kissed you sweetly on the forehead, pushing away the strands that gathered around the crown of your head, before caressing your cheeks, brushing the corner of your lips, leaning forward to place a small kiss on your lips, muttering against you, “Look at me when you come. I want to watch you come apart for me.”

You were shaking like a leaf in his hold, sensitive from all the touches, your eyelids feeling heavy, and you so desperately wanted to throw your head back and moan to your heart's content, but you resisted, gazing into his blue eyes, whimpering as each drag across your sensitive walls took you one step closer to the sweet edge you were desperate to reach.

With one last peck on your lips, Satoru straightened his posture up and leaned on his haunches, one hand grasping at your thigh to keep you still as he rubbed little circles on you throbbing clit, losing his steady rhythm as he continued to pound into you, feeling his cock throb, balls tightening with each push into you. The ear splitting sound of your love making and the feeling of Satoru within you were all you could focus on as you finally reached your end, gushing all over his hard cock that was frantically pounding into you, prolonging your orgasm.

“I’m going to come,” he muttered feverishly, wildly ramming into you, wanting to release his seed deep inside of you, to fill your pussy up with all he had. “Fuck, I’m going to come. Let me come inside of you,” he uttered, flicking the little nub to and fro despite your oversensitivity. “Will you let me come inside of you?”

You bit your lip to keep from wailing out an answer, instead nodding frantically in reply. You dared not look away from him, noticing little details as he fell apart for you: how his brows pulled together in concentration, the way he bit his lip to keep his groans quiet without any success, the sweat on his temple and the way his fringe stuck to his sweaty forehead; felt his cock piston in and out of you before he came to a sudden halt within you, and you felt his cock twitch and spasm inside of you as he reached his release with a loud groan, his seed filling you up and spurting all over your walls. The immense happiness you felt was indescribable as you laid on his bed, completely fucked out but smiling, admiring Satoru, caressing his hair, dragging your hand down his chest before settling on his waist, stroking his skin lovingly as you waited for him to finish, catch his breath and calm down.

Whether it was fucking or making love didn’t really matter to you, for their love always found a way to make its presence known, whether that be by little touches or gestures during the pleasurable act or by declaring your love for each other with words. And sometimes, as he and you laid bare, still shaking from the intensive orgasm, sated and happy, facing each other with little smiles on your faces, there was simply no need to vocalize such feelings either, for your love for each other can be seen through your eyes. As it was said, the eyes are the window to the soul, and someone had to be blind to ignore the way blue eyes glinted with love, adoration and passion everytime Satoru looked at you.

[no0dlru]

Hmmn.... just because I don't like being underweight, and I want it to go away as soon as possible, doesn't mean I should act/treat myself differently in the meantime. In that mirror, there's a skeletomuscular system that I can configure to my liking and draw for as long as I want. I'd always do self-portraits for practice before...

I think I need to remind myself, once I recover these will be a testament to what I overcame, and - since I hope to never look like this again - it's a unique opportunity to record what's always been beneath, for posterity. Anatomically, it'd be fascinating to do studies periodically as I regain weight, to map the growth of muscles and the flesh smoothing, rounding out. Observing the progress over months in the serene mindset my creative process can bring, seems incredibly therapeutic. My practice allows me to think neutrally and objectively, and yet to feel deeply and safely... it's so meditative... perhaps that'll heal the dissociation a bit and nurture some holistic peace

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

was having trans marty thoughts again and i came to a realization about this scene

[captainswhore]

you see price sitting like this when you walk into a room post mission- and you know exactly what it is he needs.

he's licking at you and holding your thighs open with his rough palms- and you can't take it. his calluses and his beard and the fabric of his sleeves are rubbing at your legs just right- but not enough for you to lose focus on his hot tongue rubbing on you and in you and you've never been wetter in your LIFE.

his only problem? you're still moving too much. he can't reach where he wants to inside of you because you keep wiggling out of his way. his hands want to touch you everywhere- not just hold your thighs still. this is when he begins to squeeze at you everywhere, and tell you to rest your thighs on his shoulders.

"b-but price- hhnngh ohmygod- i c-can't. they're too big. thighs are too big"

you whine at the loss of contact, but then you look down and see him staring at you with massive pupils and a wet face. "lovie- my shoulders are broad for a reason. rest your thighs on em and i swear they'll have enough room"

and you listen, and you're crushing his ears with your thighs, and he's never been happier. the next time you look down? he's rutting into the mattress and you see his hips stutter when he groans into you and your vision goes white

(@chamomiletealeaf and i had SUCH A HORNY discussion about this and she told me to post it so here i am- and also omg photo creds to her. we've gotta reign it in lmfao)

[bunnyboy-juice]

NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???

[nebuladreamz]

A little different than last year's, but here we are again. To say that this past year hasn't been absolutely wild would be a lie, cause HOLY SHIT MAN

This year's birthday is. A little different for me, but you already have the silly comic to show that so I won't make like a broken record oops

But, despite the changes and hills that life's decided I should climb or throw at, it hasn't changed the fact that I'm so genuinely fucking thankful to the people that I've known since joining this fandom. I'm not even kidding when I say that being here has actually changed my life for the better. I know I said something similar last year, but this time, hoo boy it sure turned up the AMP and test how far I could go.

So, to everyone, both new and old; thank you for being here :D

@garbagechocolate @darkxsoulzyx @smoljeanius @bunmuffin @skizabaa

@tuzesdays @sleepykas @fernzwing @kandidandi @starsketchez

@just-a-drawing-bean @notdysfunk @ilsole @amberluvsbugs @cloudyvoid

@nomsthecat @alfinefalf @nosleepygay @theblog-with-thestuff

@cacaocheri

(Edit: ty kibbits for informing me of the. Fuck ass tagging system)

AND TAGGING OTHERS BECAUSE. POINTS. BONKS WITH HEAD. GETTING TO EITHER INTERACT OR TALK OR WHATEVER IS ALWAYS A DELIGHT

@ohno-the-sun @kibbits @ink-yy @saltyfryz @kaprisvn

@hierba-picante @sunny-sophies-garden @cookiiemancer @sneeblbop @justaduckarts

@pepethehumanz @crystalmagpie447 @woolysstuff @mocha-illustrates @duhsty1

@sanchensky @pillowspace @victarin @witherfide

[I DEFINITELY GOT SONAS WRONG AND THESE AREN'T ALL THE SILLY PEOPLE I KNOW BUT IM SITTING HERE AT 2:30 IN THE MORNING JUST KNOW YOU'RE THERE IN SPIRIT HANDING YOU ALL POPTARTS WAUGH]

[plutonious]

experimentation is forever and ever and emmet is guinea pig

[mamawasatesttube]

every time im forced to remember that t*mberkon exists an angel loses its wings. violently

[shalom-iamcominghome]

The most liminal feeling in judaism is knowing history that's deeply shaped jewish communities and yet... nobody but jews talk about it. Obviously, this isn't unique to judaism, but it's a very specific reminder that jewish history matters more to you than it does anyone else

[ray935sworld]

I'm gonna hold your hand while I say this - if you think an existing, loved and respected system for somthing should be changed because it could be confusing for new fans I do not think you are aware that you hold the power to literally research every information you get. You can spend literally 1 minute researching the rider and checking their championships on Wikipedia. It's not that hard. It's not much. It's not too much to ask.

When you get into a new sport or field, you will get confused at first. You will read information that was written for an audience already familiar with the subject. You cannot expect people, blogs, journalists, news papers, social media admins, to explain the absolute basics over and over and over again. It would be annoy for them and fans familiar with the subject. (and yes for you too after understanding the system)

Research comes with being interested in new stuff. It's normal. It's part of the learning progress. So do your fucking research. Ask fan who have been into it for longer. Respect the established way and do not demand a change because it's "confusing" just because you don't know how to use the internet and expect that everything is written so you can understand with little to no context.

That's not how this works.

[anti-marauders]

Its funny remembering that in a way Mulciber and Avery are more respectful than The Marauders.

Cause The Marauders bully Lily's ex best friend Severus, despite James being in love with Lily and them claiming to be the good guys. Like bro if you want the girl befriend her best friend, damn.

And Mulciber and Avery, who are friends or acquaintances with Severus which is said by Lily, apparently don't do shit to Lily cause when she tries to get Severus to see how bad they are she only brings up the shit Mulciber did to Mary, someone Severus doesn't even know. Avery & Mulciber are clearly blood purists so they would obviously talk shit and I really think they'd talk shit about Lily wether they were friends with Severus or not cause she's a muggleborn and a gryffindor.

Yet Severus still hangs out with them and has no other issues with them especially cause he'd throw a fit if they talked shit about Lily. And if he did they'd clearly hex him cause they won't take shit from a half blood. Like wether they left Lily alone in an effort to keep Severus on their side to recruit him or not, they seemed smarter then the marauders. Cause while they didn't try to befriend her obviously, they knew if they wanted Severus on their side they didn't target the one person he truly cares about.

Now wether Mulciber and Avery were really close to Severus or not they still didn't target Lily or say shit cause I feel like they would considering how much James goes after her so they'd hear a lot about her. I feel like they'd attack her out of annoyance or berate her incase they thought she believed she was all that but apparently not cause Lily doesn't bring anything up and I know damn well she would have. Severus probably would have left them if they did.

[necrotic-nephilim]

there is not enough femslash in batcest circles. the girls deserve to be just as weird about each other as the boys are. if BruDick gets to be weird father/son/brothers/lovers/friends/rivals/soulmates then it is only fair that Babs/Cass get to be mother/daughter/sisters/lovers too. Something about that deep intrinsic but undefinable love that is born out of trauma, especially if you consider Cass not knowing what healthy love looks like in the first place. i think it's fun and deserves just as much fandom content.

besides that, you can get even more niche with rarepairs like Helena/Steph. Huntress/Spoiler: Blunt Trauma is already a fantastic comic and even though it's their only real canon interaction it has so much potential. very comparable to TimJay in how Helena tries to get Steph to understand her morals and the corruption you could play with it.

batman: huntress/spoiler: blunt trauma (1998)

that comic also highlights on how both Steph and Helena are outcasts of the Batfamily and don't have the approval of Bruce to be doing what they do in "his city". I think there's so much Potential in Helena taking Steph under her wing because Bruce won't let her in and it becomes a weird codependent toxic sapphic mess. I think the protectiveness Helena feels over Steph from the get-go is so clear and the way she wants to look out for Steph, wants to make sure Steph understands the real world? I love them. Helena should be allowed to steal Steph, actually. I think it'd be fun.

there are a lot of other possibilities too like Babs/Steph or even getting weird with Helena Bertinelli/Helena Wayne and the existential question of "is it selfcest or not." But these two specifically live in my head rent-free, especially Helena/Steph and one day I'll convince everyone else to ship it too.

[antion-bewitching-bitch]

The budding flower of Hearts

Teaser/Pilot?

Descendants x male Oc (you can read it as a self-insert if you want)

Masterlist

Next Chapter

An: This will be a teaser to a fanfic I'm planning to start. It’ll be a descendants fanfic with a male oc who is the child of the queen of hearts (yes i saw descendants 4, i think i won’t like it nor use it. I’ll centre more on descendants 1, 2, & 3). This won’t be beta read, I'll be the one who’ll mostly check for mistakes but if you do see some, maybe comment and I'll try my best to edit! Hope you like it!

Ps. THIS IS LIKE MY FIRST TIME AND ALSO JUST PILOT SO NOT CHAPTER 1 YET.

1.5k words. No Trigger warnings that I know off.

“And who might you be dear?” The lady in a metallic blue dress asked; She was Fairy Godmother. The school’s mere environment with all its beautiful architecture, clear blue skies, greenery which was a far cry from the deserted land me and the others came from; just a few minutes ago.

“Eli” I muttered, lost in the new environment. Taking in the beautiful clear sky that looked so polluted and clouded back then, It was this beautiful blue now.

I was pulled back to focus when I felt a bump by Carlos, I was asked again. “Eli?”

“Ah! Sorry, my name; it's Eli des Lamproca Van Der Heart.” I tried to push through with how long my name was. “Please just call me Eli!” with a greeting of a low nod and a smile. My heart painted lips curving. They were staring at our alien appearance compared to them.

“Eli, a lovely name.” The Fairy gleefully said with her high pitched voice, doing her best to greet the weird kids who just showed up. “Welcome to Auradon prep! I'm Fairy Godmother, headmistress.”

Mal then quickened “The fairy godmother? As in, "Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo"?”. “Bibbidi-bobbidi. You know it.” The Fairy replied with a smile.

Everything else was forgettable, for I was annoyed that Jay was eying a random girl next to the Fairy. He was skittish and all that nonsense while loudly chewing the gum he had in the limo. I sighed as I continued looking around and noticed Carlos was still trying to fix his clothes with chocolate still in his lips.

I was then brought back to the conversation when the man spoke. “It's so good to finally meet you all! I'm Ben.” I then slanted my head wondering who this ‘Ben’ was. I saw his gaze go to mine.

“Prince! Benjamin. Soon to be king.” The girl next to him followed up quickly, so he was the reason we’re here. 

“You had me at prince. My mom's a queen, which makes me a princess.” Evie walked forward towards him, spinning around a bit and showing him her hand.

The girl then shook her head “The evil queen has no royal status here” Then i saw it “And neither do you.” her smile widened. She had this look in her eyes, gleeful to say the next line putting Evie in her place.

I pulled Evie back a bit next to me. Ben then awkwardly laughed and introduced this girl “This is Aubrey….”

“Princess! Aubrey.” she said while pointing her finger. She was reminding him, she was also royalty. “His. girlfriend.” she was wearing this fake smile. While Ben continued to look at her awkwardly. He isn’t fond of her. It seems so. “Right benny-boo~?” Ben was feeling uncomfortable while she wrapped her hand towards his.

Mal and I smiled back at them. I truly didn’t care for the next gibber gabber of the Fairy with all that talk about some library in the end. 

Ben was behind her and I noticed Aubrey trying to take his hand once but he harshly took it back not wanting to be all touchy in front of us it seems. After the fairy walked away, He stepped forward and offered his hand towards Jay to shake.

 “It is so, so, so good to finally me-meet you all.” Jay, that idiot. He pushed him away. But smiled back at him, He didn’t want to shake his hand while he shook his head. He continued to Mal and shook her hand then stared a bit…

“This is a momentous occasion,” he continued while Mal then shakes her hand like it had been infected “and one that I hope will go down in history. Is that chocolate?” What a mess; Carlos with his already messy face had chocolate covered hands; But then the prince licked his finger clean, and gave me a look. Weird. “As the day our two peoples began to heal.” He shook Evie’s Hand while Aubrey behind him eyed her as she stared at him.

He finally reached me, “What was that pause earlier with Mal?” I asked him while we shook hands and he stared at me and smiled brightly “Ah. nothing! It wa-was nothing. Eli right? Beautiful name”. Weird. 

Aubrey was getting a bit annoyed at him staring at us, but now more so at me. “Hey! You're the mad queen’s son right?” she directed towards me while I nodded with a fake smile; with Ben still staring at me but still wasn’t letting go of my hand. What exactly is going through his mind? “Yeah, you know what? I totally don’t believe the rumours, you’re not that insane!” 

What a bitch. 

Ben then was back to reality when he saw my smile fade a bit and realizing the situation while finally letting go of my hand. I just said nothing since if I did I might have slapped her. He was now looking towards Aubrey and seemed to be thinking of something.

“And you! You’re Maleficent's daughter, aren't you?” She then directed at Mal and stepped a bit closer to her. “Yeah, you know what? I totally do not blame you for your mother trying to kill my parents and stuff.” she rambled.

“Oh! my mom's Aurora. Sleeping~” She proclaimed, faking dumb; she stared at Mal insuating for her to continue. “Beauty!” Mal continued the atmosphere now being awkward.

“Yeah, I've heard the name. You know, and I totally do not blame your grandparents for inviting everyone in the whole world but my mother to their stupid christening.” They smiled back at each other. “Water under the bridge” Aubrey replied smiling. “Totes!” Mal wasn’t backing down. 

What plastics honestly.

Ben grabbed Aubrey away from us and continued while defusing the situation “Okay! So, how about a tour?” We all were silent. So was I. I was just observing really. “Yeah?” He showed us forward and we walked behind him. Evie continued to walk beside me and linked our arms; while Mal was in front of us behind Ben and Aubrey. With Jay and Carlos messing around with each other behind us.

“Auradon prep, originally built over 300 years ago and converted into a high school by my father wh-” 

The yapping of Ben faded as Evie gave me a look of concern. She began “Do yo- Do you think other royals will hate us?”. It was a genuine concern, both me and her were of true royal blood. “Do you think your father will hate you?” I asked her, she was a child of not only the 'Evil Queen' but also the King. She and Snow White were half-siblings.

“I haven’t really met him, I’ve never had…” She continues on. She asked me “Do you think your aunt will hate you?”. The White Queen, the sister of my mother. The one who sentenced her to the wastelands for unity with the other nations.

“Mother said she would have loved me. Though, we haven’t met either” I was going to continue but then we all came to a stop. Ben saw Carlos.

“Carlos.” He said. Carlos was behind Jay’s back, now terrified of the bronze? Statue that was earlier a man now a beast. Carlos must be afraid since it looked like a dog. “It's okay.” He was trying to reassure him to not be that fearful.

“My father wanted his statue to morph from beast to man to remind us that anything is possible.” His father. The king of this united land. I heard of his father’s tale with the beauty that is belle. “Do you resent the witch who cursed your father?” I remembered the beginning of the tale.

“Do you even know the witch? I never heard of them just of their curse towards him”

He laughed again before answering, but now it wasn’t a forced one like earlier with Aubrey. “For the first question, no. I don’t resent them. For the second. I think… even my father doesn’t know them?” He started to scratch his chin while thinking back. Aubrey asked back “Why ask Eli? Why so curious about curses?”

It was clear my curiosity was for him and the witch itself, not the curse. She was clearing trying to put words in my mouth. I laughed a bit at her question, I replied with a smile. “Why not? Scared of my madness?”

“So you guys have a lot of magic here in Auradon?” Mal asked changing the topic while we continued walking inside the school, clearly ignoring the conflict while also using it as a time to gain some information. “Like wands and things like that?”

Ben stole a glance at me before answering Mal’s question. At first it was Mal he was staring at, now me? “Yeah, it exists of course, but It's pretty much retired.” he smiled a bit. “Most of us here are just ordinary mortals.” He nodded with us now being inside the school and at the center of a grand hall with large staircases leading to places we haven’t seen yet.

THATS IT. THATS THE TEASER/PILOT OF THE FANFIC

im sorry if you wanted more and etc. but i just wanted to show just this and i might even change some more stuff in the future just in case too.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT AND PLEASE LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG AND MOSTLY FOLLOW ME SO I KNOW I SHOULD CONTINUE <3 <3 <3

If its bad just tell me so I can delete this since I am just generally shy since its my first time posting stuff like this

[garlicboyart]

dont knock people i admire you.. your minds are so huge…

[cvoltz5]

On the creation of the "Milky Way Federation" and the role of the Humans

It is a little known fact that, prior from the Human ascension as a type 2.3 civilization, none of the existing species entered in contact with each other.

Weirder than that is the fact that all of the existing species were born closer to each other than the Humans were to their closest relative, being from the outskirts of the Milky Way.

It has been speculated that the “Fermi Paradox” is the reason why most civilization kept to themselves rather than trying to meet other civilizations.

The records from most civilizations shows more or less the same succession of events, firstly the discovery of radio transmission technologies followed with a few decades or centuries of broadcast until the unilateral decision to stop broadcasting in order not to attract what was expected to be the “great filter” on their planetary systems.

The interesting thing is that every species were able to detect broadcast of other species after having decided to cut theirs and with that, they heard those other species cut their broadcast more or less abruptly which was interpreted as the new specie being destroyed by the “great filter” and reinforced the ban on all broadcasts.

This mentality went so far as to create the concept of “bait calls” meaning a forged broadcast from a forged civilization supposed to call the others to start good relationships only to attract responses and send the “great filter” their way.

It is expected that the Humans had better starting conditions in order to seek other species in their galaxy for two reasons, the first one is the fact that they appeared in the fringes of the Milky Way meaning that other planetary systems were further away and that broadcast from the inner belt civilizations were not strong enough to be picked up. The second reason is coming from their weird type of pack bonding, they have a very strong ability to pack bond with more or less anything but they are also fairly competitive as in they will compete as a multitudes of packs and they never got to all get in an agreement to call out every broadcast meaning they all kept broadcasting because it gave them a strategical advantage over each other.

Their multitude of packs got to the stars and kept transmitting to one another about well anything. When they reached the inner core and kept babbling over and over with no restrictions whatsoever every species thought that they would be destroyed soon enough, then they set up outpost in inner core planetary systems and their were considered as a “bait call” then they eared a broadcast from the “Big Tentacly Parrots” and they helped this new specie rise to a type 2 civilization. After a full millennia of broadcast in the inner core multiple civilizations came out of the shadows to the surprise of well everyone.

We will not say that without the Humans the “Milky Way Federation” wouldn’t exist, they actually were skeptic of this organization because at that point they were the most advanced civilization and had already a lot of internal conflicts with their own federation, and it is widely known fact that they still have them and that most species loves to ear about those for entertainment.

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Fish, 7 (For your prompts! ❤️)

Hi, anon!! Thank you for the prompt, you were the very first one to send one in! 7 was, again, the wildcard, so I randomly generated a different number to land on Yue Qingyuan (from Scum Villain)! I have no choice but to dedicate this to @bytedykes, because I told her about this prompt and she said “yqy pet fish mental health speedrun” and we went, uh, a little insane about it. Enjoy some yuefang, folks!!!!

“Mu-xiong,” Yue Qingyuan says. “I’m sorry to bother you. Are you available?”

“Yue-xiong is never a bother,” Mu Qingfang says warmly. “And I am, actually, yes. Is everything okay, Yue-xiong?”

“I think I need help.” A bit dramatic, perhaps, and Yue Qingyuan hates to trouble Mu Qingfang on a rare day off, but Yue Qingyuan and impulse have never been the best combination, and he would appreciate a second opinion.

Mu Qingfang’s voice turns hard. “Where are you? I'll come right away.”

“What—?” Yue Qingyuan stares at his phone like the blank call screen will tell him why Mu Qingfang suddenly sounds so serious. “I'm at home, but—”

“I'll be right there,” Mu Qingfang says, and hangs up.

Yue Qingyuan stares at his phone for another second, then lifts his gaze to his sparkling new aquarium. His new betta, white and black and resplendent of fin, stares back. Was his crisis of faith about his viability as a fish owner really so deserving of such urgency…?

—

“So,” Mu Qingfang says. “This was your emergency?” He looks about as unimpressed by the betta as it does by the two of them.

Yue Qingyuan feels obscurely like he’s being scolded. Mu Qingfang is one of the nicest men he knows, but that just means that his censure takes the form of a blunt instrument of mass disappointment.

“In my defense,” he points out meekly, “I didn’t say there was an emergency. Mu-xiong just assumed.”

“That’ll teach me,” Mu Qingfang huffs, but at least he looks amused. “Yue-xiong should get used to asking for help more so this gege doesn’t have to panic every time he does ask.”

Yue Qingyuan’s mouth almost drops open. He can only hope his cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. “Er—well, I asked this time, didn’t I?”

“You did,” Mu Qingfang allows, looking something horribly close to fond. Yue Qingyuan swallows and tries to hurry on.

“So—not an emergency, but I do want your opinion,” he coughs out. “I’m having… doubts. About the fish.” Mu Qingfang’s eyebrows contract. Yue Qingyuan rushes it out. “Do you think I should keep it?”

“Yue-xiong…” Mu Qingfang looks politely incredulous. “Why does my opinion matter? The fish is already yours, isn’t it? If you don’t think maintaining its upkeep will be feasible, that’s one thing, but… Surely Yue-xiong did the research before getting it?”

He doesn’t sound judgemental, but Yue Qingyuan feels his cheeks warm. “I did, but I wasn’t planning on getting a fish; I was only admiring the tanks. There was a salesperson who was… very insistent.”

Mu Qingfang regards him doubtfully, which is fair. Yue Qingyuan towers over most people he meets, and his bulk only further adds to the impression of immovability. It’s only when he opens his mouth that it becomes clear how spineless he actually is.

Yue Qingyuan falters. “I had thought… I thought it might be nice.” The bettas had seemed so majestic in their tanks, iridescent monarchs of false grass and plastic coves, and Yue Qingyuan had thought, wildly, that one might be rewarding to keep, might breathe a touch of life into his immaculately sleek living room. The whole affair hadn’t even been expensive by his shiny new standards, forget difficult to physically arrange. It was only when installation and set-up for his new aquarium had finished and he was left to watch that jewel-bright being swim disaffectedly through its new home that doubt had seized him, all-consuming and black. He had, admittedly, panicked a little after that.

(Yue Qingyuan’s apartment is very large, and very clean, and very empty. It holds the barest amount of decoration and muss to qualify as lived-in rather than a snapshot from a magazine ad. The fish may, in fact, be the only thing in the entire place which really qualifies as his. No wonder Yue Qingyuan wanted to jettison it from his life as soon as he got it.)

Mu Qingfang’s expression hovers between concern and simple confusion. “I’m sure Yue-xiong will be a more than adequate caretaker,” he says, more gently than Yue Qingyuan and all his neuroses probably deserve. “What’s this really about, Yue-xiong?”

Ah. There it is. Being the mildest person of Yue Qingyuan’s admittedly sharp-tongued social circle doesn’t preclude Mu Qingfang’s wit from being as keen as the scalpels he works with.

“I don’t…” Yue Qingyuan falters. How to express to Mu Qingfang how manifestly unfit Yue Qingyuan is to care for any living creature at all? He changes tack. “I think he hates me,” he admits dolefully.

Mu Qingfang stares at him for a long time, long enough to imply that he’s reevaluating certain opinions about Yue Qingyuan’s intelligence. “Yue-xiong, with all due respect to your new pet—it’s a fish.”

“Fish have emotions!” Yue Qingyuan argues. He flushes at the volume at which it comes out, and at the way Mu Qingfang’s eyes go wide-eyed in startlement. But the salesperson had been very insistent about that, as well. “Bettas are intelligent animals. They dislike certain colors, apparently, and they’re very sensitive—ah, to environmental disruptions, that is. And—”

Mu Qingfang’s eyebrows are still high, but his face has relaxed into a smile. “It sounds to me like you like it quite a bit already. Isn’t that reason enough to keep it?” His tone curls with sudden mischief. “Have heart, Yue-xiong—you’ve hardly known each other for a day! Give it time to adjust to you, and I’m sure you’ll win it over as surely as you do everyone else.” And he grins, sure and easy in his trust that Yue Qingyuan won’t fumble and shatter something so small and monumental as a life that he could cup in his palms.

While Yue Qingyuan is still dazed by that, Mu Qingfang’s eyes alight with interest. “Ah, Yue-xiong—what have you named it?”

“...”

Mu Qingfang’s face falls as devastatingly as it had lit up. “Yue-xiong…”

“Mu-xiong is aware that I was unsure of whether or not I’d keep him!” Yue Qingyuan is terribly aware that his ears are now heating up to match his cheeks. Mu Qingfang’s ensuing laughter does not help with that matter.

Yue Qingyuan is not very good at holding onto things. More often than not, he makes a mess of whatever he’s set his clumsy hands to, lets it fall right through his scarred fingers. But Mu Qingfang’s words ring through his head: Isn’t that reason enough to keep it? And, well, isn’t it? Surely Yue Qingyuan is adult enough to follow through on this. Maybe happiness can be look like his new betta swimming up to the tank to observe the new colorful form moving in front of it, can come as easy as Mu Qingfang quipping that his knowledge about fish is clearly lacking and vowing casually to read up on bettas to be a better fish uncle.

Yue Qingyuan buries a smile and walks over to let Mu Qingfang know that bettas can be trained to follow fingers around. The betta’s clear preference for Mu Qingfang over Yue Qingyuan is as good a marker of intelligence as any fun fact the pet shop worker could have given him. Yes, Yue Qingyuan thinks with a smile—he thinks he’ll be keeping this after all.