#I swear they're also harder to kill

[cellarspider]

Okay wait, sorry, after prolonged staring at Qunlat I'm at it again: do you have any thoughts on how an imperative like "Stop!" might be constructed in Qunlat? From what I can see, the only clear example of an imperative we have in Qunlat seems to be constructed as verb + singular you ending, i.e. katara (Die!). That said, kata can be used to mean both death and an ending, so to me it seems like stop and die would be the same word when given as an imperative. Is there something I'm missing there?

As with previous ask feel 100% free to ignore with no hard feelings from a random internet stranger :P

I do indeed have some thoughts! Both on the verb in particular and imperatives in general.

As you note, canon has no strong way to indicate imperative statements: most are indistinguishable from the default or "declarative" mood: "Katara" could mean "Die!" or "You die." There are a lot of combat lines from DATV's Antaam that seem to follow this pattern. Fun fact: trying to record the combat dialog while also not dying means that I have a lot of screenshots saved that look like this:

my lad is out there having a stressful time while I do linguistics

This sort of imperative is probably another result of a lot of English grammar being applied to Qunlat in a simplified form. In this case, Qunlat has lost the markings that English uses for the imperative. We tend to drop the subject word from imperative sentences, (ex. "You eat the cake" becomes "Eat the cake"), or tack on some helper words like "Do not" or "let..." (ex. "Don't eat the cake, let me eat the cake.")

Just like in your example, Qunlat rarely uses standalone pronouns for the subject, instead marking them on the verb. This means that in most canon contexts, the English imperative construction doesn't really work. Tone becomes the only way to determine the intended meaning of the verb.

However, there's one imperative that I find very interesting: "Teth a!", which first appeared in DA2 and was translated in DATV as "Beware!". That "a" appears nowhere else in the language, but it might be serving as an imperative marker in this specific context, with "teth" being a verb with no person marking. It could also mark a similar but not always identical function: a "hortative", encourages or discourages an action (ex. "Let's eat!"). In fact, 啊 (pronounced "ā") can be used that way in a number of Chinese languages (ex. 吃啊/食啊, "eat (it)!"). So, "a" is a potential way to explicitly mark an action that should or must be done.

Regarding how to translate "stop", you're right, we have no good canon word for it that I'm aware of. "Katoh" has been defined as "ending", so as a verb it could be used to mean "stop". Given the fact that it's most prominently used for a safeword in DAI, that might give readers confusing associations, though.

For my own expanded version of Qunlat, I created a new verb to mean 'stop': "isskata". This requires a bit of explanation: "Iss" only shows up in canon as a standalone word in DA2's qunari equipment names, marking the gear as being for experienced users. These gear names are also where "katoh" shows up for the first time, denoting gear for master users.

When I was messing around with building more vocabulary, I decided that if "katoh" implied a process of mastery was complete, then it could mean "to finish". "Iss" therefore meant the process was still ongoing, or an action being done. Therefore, I added a definition for "iss": "to do". Thus, "isskata" became "to stop", through emphasizing it as an affirmative action undertaken by a person, as opposed to the more passive sense of "kata"--dying or ending can happen regardless of whether you make it happen or not.

For more canon vocabulary, I have a dictionary compiled that can be copied and referred to for personal use. I also have a whole expanded dictionary I've made full of words like isskata, which I haven't publicly shared yet--it was mostly compiled prior to DATV, so some words conflict with canon. It also heavily features grammar that's only lightly supported by canon.

Basically, I became dissatisfied with the heavily English-influenced style in the games, and decided to use the examples we have from DA2 and WoT vol. 2 to construct a more grammatically fleshed out language. Trespasser has a note where a viddathari says "Please excuse my Qunlat. Its subtleties elude me even with your patient teaching." Yet, the language we see in the games doesn't quite match that description. The changes I made are very much to my personal tastes as a constructed language enthusiast, so when I wrote my Qunlat guide, didn't include them or too many of my more speculative interpretations of canon grammar.

I do intend to release my version of expanded Qunlat at some point, though it may take a while--there's a lot to cover, and it gets quite complicated! I'd want to make it engaging, either in the same style as my canon guide, or write it in an in-universe style for viddathari Qunlat learners.

Anyway! That's what I've got on imperatives and "stop", plus some extra tangents that show I don't entirely know the meaning of the word. Hope this helps!

[thedaddycomplex]

I haven’t been caught up on the news for a weeks or two. It’s a genuine question, how is the military on our side from that anon’s post? I’ve seen that they were ordered to help deport people then were ordered to stop because of expenses. Not a magat, I swear. I was looking into going military for educational benefits but have been hesitant with this administration so far

It all seemed to start during his last campaign when Trump insulted POW Sen. John McCain for "getting captured" during the Vietnam War, but that was just the opening salvo in his ceaseless dishonoring of active military members and veterans.

Trump is currently cutting the staff at Veterans Affairs, which will make it much harder (if not impossible) for veterans to receive assistance of any kind — especially those needing health care or the suicide hotline.

Trump also fired top military leaders who'd served both Democrat and Republican administrations for three decades so he can install sycophants who'll carry out his orders, even if those orders are unconstitutional.

And though Trump's initial attempt to do so has been blocked by a judge, he also plans to ban transgender people from serving in the military despite there being no evidence that the military wants them banned. On the contrary, most active service members don't give a shit whether or not their fellow service members are transgender.

And in probably the pettiest move, his administration (acting on his anti-DEI orders) is systematically removing any mention or acknowledgement of non-white military heroes from websites and other public records. When this was discovered, they said it was a "mistake," yet still defended their stance.

Oh, and this happened during his previous term when he was scheduled to visit Aisne-Marne American Cemetery near Paris (from The Atlantic): "In a conversation with senior staff members on the morning of the scheduled visit, Trump said, 'Why should I go to that cemetery? It’s filled with losers.' In a separate conversation on the same trip, Trump referred to the more than 1,800 marines who lost their lives at Belleau Wood as 'suckers' for getting killed."

Anyway, because of all this and more, a huge swath of active military and veterans who voted for him are having major buyer's remorse. (See: Leopards Eating Faces Party.)

Because they're all learning he has absolutely no respect for the military, but don't take it too personally. He has no respect for anyone. Cowards never do.

[pomefioredove]

I— 'Don't bite your lip, I want to do that' with Jamil possibly? 🥺 I swear that would straight up kill me (in a good way)

I hope you have a good day!

oooh... this one is interesting

summary: "Don't bite your lip, I want to do that" type of post: short fic characters: jamil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, BRIEF mention of blood, a little kissing, fluffy, not proofread aaand maybe a little ooc

You are the personification of bad habits.

At first, Jamil avoided you; he thought he had done enough babysitting, and the last thing he needed was to worry himself over your love of biting your nails.

...And then, of course, he caved.

He couldn't just avoid you forever, and if he was going to be your friend anyway, he might as well have tried.

So, Jamil has learned a lot about you in these past few months.

For one, when you're nervous, no amount of verbal reminders will prevent you from fidgeting.

And, for another, you responded shockingly well to physical touch.

It became a habit of his. Away from prying eyes, he'd hold your hands to prevent you from picking your cuticles and tuck your hair behind your ears so you wouldn't chew on it.

He fussed over you in ways not even he understood, but that didn't matter.

He liked the feeling that came with being the leader between the two of you.

There was just one thing he couldn't seem to fix.

"Stop that," Jamil says, running his thumb over your lower lip. He sighs, seeing the blood beading from where you'd bitten.

He takes up a handkerchief, dabbing at your lip.

"There are better ways to deal with your anxiety than taking it out on yourself," he mutters. He would know.

"Sorry,"

"It's not worth apologizing over," Jamil says. "Don't let your thoughts get the best of you. They're supposed to serve you, not..."

He pauses, withdrawing the handkerchief.

"I just wish you'd stop doing that,"

"I can't help it," you say.

He knows that already, he thinks. That's why he's trying to help.

He frowns. Being so worried over someone he has no obligation to worry over is a new feeling, but not an unwelcome one.

It's just... difficult.

"You're too thoughtful for your own good, sometimes," but it's not like he's complaining. It's a welcome break from the thoughtlessness he deals with elsewhere.

Jamil knows it's your first instinct to bite and pick and peel; he's also confident he'll find a way to train you out of it.

Maybe...

No. What a stupid thought. Holding hands is one thing, occupying your lips to dissuade you is another.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask.

Ugh. "Nothing. A solution,"

"I want to hear it," you seem quite adamant. He sighs.

"I thought that if occupying your hands has worked for in the past, that the same might be true of your lips... but that's clearly not as easy,"

You're quiet. Probably thinking, and then overthinking.

"Well... why not? Why not kiss me, I mean?"

Jamil almost drops the handkerchief. Maybe you weren't overthinking this time, after all.

"...Because this is not some silly movie where I say something like... "don't bite your lip, I want to do that", or something equally embarrassing,"

You seem to hold back a giggle, much to his chagrin. "Maybe you should. Maybe it would work,"

"...You're not serious,"

You nod. Sevens, you are turning out to be a handful today. Much more so than usual.

Still...

He sighs. "Fine, but only because you insist,"

A long silence follows. Jamil studies your expression, almost looking for a hint of deceit, but... it's just you.

Genuinely caring about others is such a headache.

He hesitates, and then leans in, pressing a short but sweet kiss to your mouth. It tastes like blood. Not that he minds.

Keeping a cool facade after that is harder than he expected, and it takes him a minute to pull himself together.

At least you look happy with yourself.

Despite his internal embarrassment, he can't help but smile at the thought.

"Distracting enough?"

You're quiet, lost in thought... and then you nod. "I would say so. I guess your theory was right all along,"

Jamil feels a little swell of pride, both at the praise and at the soft look on your face.

"Hm. They often are,"

[happilykrispypirate]

Bloodstained Petals

Pairings: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, unrequited love, mentions of blood and throwing up, violence, death, and my shitty writing.

Summary: The Hanahaki Disease is a rare disease that causes flowers to grow in the person's lungs. The only way to stop it from killing the person, is to get the one they're in love with, to fall in love with them.

-

Y/n sighed as she watched as Mattheo make an advance on the girl he's been keen on for the last 2 months.

Theo sighed as he saw the look on the girl's face. He had known about her love for the dickhead since the beginning.

Y/n, you're making things harder for yourself," He finally spoke up.

"What's wrong with me?" She asked the question she's been asking him for years now.

"There's nothing wrong with you, love," Theo said, "He's just a fucking idiot."

Y/n sighed again, looking down at her food, feeling too sick to even think about eating anything.

"I'm going to bed, I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast," She said before getting up and walking out.

"I need the room tonight," Mattheo said when he came back to the table, "Where's Y/n?"

"You're a fucking idiot," Theo said also getting up to try and catch up with her, but she was already gone.

-

Y/n woke up in the middle of the night, coughing up her lungs. She ran to the bathroom to get her something to drink so that she'd stop coughing.

After downing a glass or two of water, her stomach churned. She quickly bent over the toilet and threw up.

Her heart sank with fear as she saw the blood and the petals. She then started coughing again, more petals.

Next thing she knew she stormed to the Gryffindor common room, ignoring the fat lady's whining about waking her up, and she ran straight to Hermione's room.

"Thank Merlin, you're awake," Y/n said.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked worriedly as she looked at the panicked girl.

As if on cue another coughing fit started and petals landed in het hand.

"Are those?"

"Yeah."

"Oh my God," Hermione said, "You have the Hanahaki Disease."

"You say that like I'm supposed to know what it means," Y/n said as she threw the petals into the bin.

"Hanahaki Disease, is caused by unrequited love."

Y/n stayed silent. She brought this upon herself... falling in love with Mattheo.

"It's very rare. It causes a flower to grow in your lungs. The only way to stop it, is to..."

"Is to what?" Y/n asked, looking at Hermione.

"Is to get the person you're in love with, to fall in love with you. They can't just say I love you, and it'll be gone. They have to actually mean it," She said.

"I'm doomed," Y/n said as she sat down on Hermione's bed.

"Y/n," Hermione said. Her words were cut short when Y/n went into another coughing fit. She patted Y/n on the back, to help in whatever way she can.

Y/n then ran to the bathroom to throw up. Hermione ran after her to hold her hair back.

"We have to get you to Madam Pomfrey," Hermione said.

"No, I don't want anyone else to know about this," Y/n said, "Especially not Mattheo or Theo."

"Y/n if you don't do something, you're going to die," She said.

Y/n didn't answer her...

-

Over the next few days everyone noticed that she looked a bit sick. Professor McGonagall had sent her to her dorm after she had ran out of the classroom for the third time that lesson.

So, Y/n, just laid there in her bed and stared up at the ceiling. Her room littered with petals.

Theo had tried to come by a few times every day, but she made sure he couldn't come in.

She had Hermione put a charm on her door after Pansy walked in and saw Y/n coughing up petals. Y/n tried to lie her way out of, but Pansy knew immediately what it was. So now, the only people who can enter her dorm, was Pansy and Hermione.

As Y/n laid on her bed, she heard a soft knock on her door. She thought it was Theo, but when the spoke she knew she thought wrong.

Matheo.

"Y/n, I'm just checking in on you. Are you alright?" He was silent for a few moments, "Theo says you won't even let him in."

"Please, I need to know if you're alright," He said, "You're my best friend, I care about you."

The word 'friend' echoed in her mind for the rest of the day. She was only pulled out of her thoughts when she heard Theo yelling at Hermione.

"Why can't I fucking see her?" He yelled.

"Theo, she's not feeling well," Hermione said, "She said she doesn't want to get you sick."

"You and Pansy are in there every day!" He yelled again.

"Hermione," Y/n spoke, her voice raspy. Her throat was raw because of the coughing. She was weak due to the amount of blood she lost and the lack of oxygen.

Hermione's head poked through the door, "Let him in," Y/n said. She knew she didn't have a lot of time left, so she knew she had to tell him.

Hermione nodded, glad that she was finally telling Theo.

Hermione closed the door and lifted her wand. A few moments later, she turned towards Theo and nodded her head towards the door.

Theo didn't hesitate to storm in. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw how sick his best friend was.

He saw the petals, and immediately knew about what she had and why she had it.

"Holy fuck, love," Theo said as he knelt down next to her.

"Hey Theo," She smiled weakly.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked. Tears were in her eyes; he feared for her life.

"I didn't want to worry you too much," She said.

"You still worried me, love," He said as he took her hand and kissed it.

"I'm sorry," Y/n said, her eyes starting to droop.

"Get some rest, love," Theo said, "I'll be here when you wake up."

Y/n took her hand out of his and placed it on his cheek. A tear fell from his cheek, she wiped it away with her thumb before she closed her eyes.

Theo stayed for a few minutes. He thought, how could someone do this to her.

The anger consumed him. He made sure Y/n was comfortable before he stomped off to find Mattheo.

-

He found Mattheo with that girl. He pulled him up by the collar and pinned him to the wall.

"You motherfucker, you did this to her. She's dying because of you're fucking selfishness," Theo spat in his face.

"What the fuck man?" Mattheo said, "Who's dying?"

Theo said nothing, he dropped Mattheo on the floor before dragging him to Y/n's dorm.

Theo opened up the door and saw Hermione standing over you. She had her wand out, she was examining you.

"Y/n?" Mattheo said. His heart sank. He saw the blood, the petals. He knew.

It was because of him?

"This is all your fault. She's been in love with you for a long time, but you didn't even bother thinking about her. You made it seem like you love her but then you go after other girls," Theo said.

"I've always loved her. I just thought she didn't love me," Mattheo said.

"It's always been you."

They both looked up and saw that Y/n was looking at them. Or, Mattheo.

Mattheo went over to her, and crouched beside her bed.

"I'm so sorry I did this to you," He said, "I love you, I really do love you."

"I love you too, Mattheo," She said, smiling weakly at him. He leaned forward and planted his lips on hers. Neither of them caring about the blood and tears.

They both pulled away when another coughing fit started. Mattheo placed his hand on her back and rubbed circles.

"Why isn't she better?" Theo asked, "Shouldn't she be cured now?"

"I'm afraid, it's too late," Hermione said as tears ran down her cheeks. Pansy stood to the side, trying not to get lost in the tears.

Both the boys' hearts sank. She looked at them both.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," She said.

"It's alright, love," Theo said as he too crouched down next to her bed, taking her other hand.

"I'll always be with you," She said, "I love you both."

"No, don't say that, you're not dying," Mattheo said, "I finally got to tell you I love you. You're not leaving me now."

She smiled at him, tears running down her cheeks.

She let go of her last breath.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no," Mattheo begged sobbing. He lifted her up and held her to his chest as he rocked back and forth, sobbing into her hair.

Theo sobbed as he held her hands. His best friend since childhood gone.

Hermione held Pansy as they both cried.

"Don't leave me, please, don't leave me," Mattheo's voice cracked as he begged with every sob.

He blamed himself, he was too late.

[luimagines]

Omg requests are open!!! Remember to take care of yourself! And 3 requests per person you are so generous!

Anyways how about.... The chain with a stressed out college modern student lmao (maybe they're studying to become a veterinarian, because that's what I'm going to college for this year lol👀)

Remember to take care of yourself and take your time💕💕💞

Oh goodness, this took forever to get to. Um... So how'd your school year go?! Did you start the second year already?

Masterlist

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"GGAAHHH!!!" You yell into your hands, rubbing them over your face and into your hair, trying to not pull it right out of your scalp.

"....I guess they're dead." Wild shrugs unhelpfully, walking calmly past you.

Sky picks up your fallen book, giving you an amused, if concerned look. "Problem?"

"It's too much stuff." You groan, taking the book back. "You know, when I chose to be a vet tech I didn't think it would consist of overloading my brain until it felt like it was leaking out of my ears."

"What's a vet tech?" Wind hops to your side, peering over your arm to get a better look at your book. He has no idea what it says but there's a cute picture of a dog on the front. The book is also very shiny and colorful. He has no idea what it's about.

"A doctor." You say, deciding to put your text book in your bag. "But for animals."

"Think you can take a look at Epona at some point then?" Twilight asks from somewhere to your left. you can't even look at him, your head hurts.

"I guess?" You rub your temples. "I'm still learning and there's only so much my textbook has on horses. But I can try. I'd need some experience anyway."

Hyrule stops and calmly activates the healing spell on his hands. Your head ache goes away at once.

You turn to him gratefully. "Traveler, I'd kill to have that ability of yours."

He smirks. "It's rather convenient, but I thought doctors were healers. No killing for you."

You stick your tongue out at him. He remains unapologetic.

Time puts a hand on your shoulder. "If you need more experience with horses, you're always free to take a look at our horses at Lon Lon."

"For free?" You deadpan.

He meets you head on. "We only pay the professionals, not the trainees."

You pout harder. "I hate that. I get it. But I hate it."

He chuckles.

Four rolls his shoulders and checks your hip simply because he can. "So what's that book about? Animals?"

"It's my text book." You say, patting your bag where it sits safely tucked away. "It has all the information I would need for my classes and then some." You rub your eyes again. "I swear I'm going t have this entire book memorized before I get home. I had a test on Tuesday for crying out loud."

"It's admirable that you're still studying though." Four smirks at you.

"Studying, the only words that very blatantly describes the acts of students dying." You grumble.

Warrior laughs out loud an smacks your back, nearly sending you careening into the gravel trail face first. "I remember those days. I couldn't wait to get away from the desk and on to the field!"

"Yeah?" You say, relaxing a little more at the common experience. "What for?"

"Knight training of course." He shrugs. "Had to learn the laws like the back of our hands. Fighting came after."

"I remember that." Sky stretches his arms over his head. "Hated it."

"No time like the present." Legend shrugs. "You're on the field now whether you like it or not. Nothing like learning on the job."

Somehow, you don't feel like that bodes well for you. "Remember, I'm studying animals, not people."

"We're not all that different though." He pops his back. Legend looks at you with an unreadable gleam in his eye. "You might want to give a check up to Wolfie too, while you're at it."

You smile. "Dogs I can do. Horses will have to wait a little more."

Twilight throws something at Legend head, but you don't know why.

[tennessoui]

Ask game: 4 for Obikin! If you’re up to it, Thanks! :D

i got 2 other requests for no. 4, so obviously people wanna see these boys get massaged lol (or like. propositioned for one at least)

[from this list of prompts]

[2. 'have you lost your damn mind?' - 5. 'are you jealous' - 6. 'is there a reason you're naked in my bed?' (LATEST) - 13. 'kiss me.' - 14. 'hey, i'm with you, okay? always.' - 18. 'this is the stupidest plan you've ever had. of course i'm in.' - 19. 'the paint is supposed to go where?' - 22. 'i've seen the way you look at me when you think i don't notice' - 24. 'you're the only one i trust to do this' - 25. 'i can't believe you talked me into this' - 27. 'i'm pregnant' - 28. 'marry me?' - 29. 'i thought you were dead' - 32. 'i think i'm in love with you and i'm terrified' - 37. 'wanna dance?' - 44. 'if you die, i'm gonna kill you' - 41. 'you did all of this for me?' - 46. 'hey, have you seen...? oh']

4. 'do you..well, i mean...i could give you a massage?'

Anakin collapses onto the sofa with a long-drawn out groan. If Obi-Wan were twenty years younger, the sound would elicit a very familiar sort of stirring in his gut. Oh, but who really is he lying for here? Anakin has managed to stir such a reaction from him for the last twenty or so years. He probably will continue to do so for twenty more. Probably til Obi-Wan's old and grey and can hardly stand from the couch unaided, let alone get his cock up.

At least with the years of exposure to the man that his padawan has become, Obi-Wan is able to reliably swallow past the feelings, push them to the side, and lean over to squeeze the back of Anakin's neck gently. "Long day?" he asks and lets his hand rest there, at the top of Anakin's spine.

He is an old man now. He is allowed a few eccentricities. Or rather--he has learned to indulge himself in moments like these. The nape of Anakin's neck is warm beneath his palm, the muscles still tense despite his relaxed posture.

"I swear, Obi-Wan," Anakin says, tilting his head further into Obi-Wan's touch. "This batch of Initiates...Force help the Knights and Masters who have to train them. They're devious."

Obi-Wan pinches his lips together to hide the beginnings of a smile. "Perhaps we are in need of another war," he says. "To scare them into compliance, you know."

"Awful," Anakin lets out a bark of laughter that makes the wrinkles by his eyes deepening. It is of no surprise to Obi-Wan that Anakin at the age of thirty-six is as attractive as he was at age twenty-one, at age twenty-seven. He'd hoped, with enough time and exposure to the man, the feeling of breathlessness when seeing him out of the corner of his eye would fade.

It hasn't, of course. The Force has never been so kind to him.

At least it has become more bearable. Or perhaps Obi-Wan has simply learned how to bear it through constant repetition.

"Maybe you're on to something, though," Anakin says, half to himself. "Not for the younglings obviously, but I do think I'm getting rusty."

"Oh?" Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow and allows his fingers to dig into the soft flesh beneath his hand. It's a pantomime of a real massage, but it is also much more than he typically lets himself have.

Usually by now he forces himself to move away, to stand and walk to the kitchen unit under some thin pretense or another. Obi-Wan is an old man these days, with old bones. It is harder with each passing moment to resist the gravitational pull of his padawan. It is best not to allow himself to linger. The collision, should Obi-Wan drop his vigilance, should it happen, would be world-ending.

He drops his hand and makes himself stand. A mug of tea. That will help, to wrap his palms around something warm and hold it between his hands so that he won't--can't--reach for Anakin.

When he glances back at his padawan, Anakin has his head tilted back, eyes open and watching him under heavy lids. Something in his stare pins Obi-Wan where he is. "Yeah," Anakin says, and he pushes himself up enough to rub at the area between his neck and shoulder. "One of the little brats got the drop on me during demo. Flipped me into the wall with the Force."

"I can't tell if your body is bruised or just your ego," Obi-Wan quips, but his hands spasm at his side, just slightly. Just enough to be noticeable. It's the uncontrollable urge to touch, to fix. Anakin inclines his head, mouth quirking up into a smirk.

"Both," he admits. "But my shoulder's definitely karked. Hit one of the crates going down."

Obi-Wan's hand twitches again, and he inhales. He exhales.

At the end of the day, he really is just a weak old man.

"Do you..." he says and then coughs. He rubs at the edge of his jaw, conscious of the silver streaked through his beard in a way he usually isn't. "Well, I mean...I could give you a massage? If you'd like, that is. If it would help."

Anakin's Force signature curls up, warm and bright with his pleasure, and he shifts around enough that his neck and shoulders are free to touch. "Yeah, Master," he says. Demands, really. Commands. "Take care of me."

Obi-Wan is helpless but to agree, pacing around the couch and letting his hands fall to rest on Anakin's shoulders. Anakin melts beneath his touch, instantly and without reservation. The groan he lets out is downright inappropriate. Obi-Wan is an old man. A filthy, filthy old man.

"Harder there," Anakin directs him, and as if they belong to Anakin instead of him, Obi-Wan's hands rush to comply. "Force, that feels good," his padawan mutters beneath his breath, and Obi-Wan's next exhale is shaky.

"What I wouldn't have given for this during the war," Anakin tells him. "Knew you'd be good at it, Master. Knew you'd take care of me."

"Anakin," Obi-Wan says. It's really more of a plea. Surrender and mercy rolled up in one. He's too old for this. His heart cannot take it. His hands still, come to rest on Anakin's shoulders.

"But if you'd done this then, I think I would have snapped," Anakin says as if Obi-Wan hadn't said anything. "I would have needed to touch you back. Needed to kiss you."

Obi-Wan swallows. He can't bring himself to move--can't decide if he wants to move away or closer. His eyes catch and hold onto the curling hairs brushing against Anakin's neck. He'd cut it short shortly after his thirty-third birthday, and it's only just growing back out to the length he wore it during the later years of the war.

If Obi-Wan focuses on these curls alone, it would be almost like no time has passed at all.

"But I like where we are now," Anakin argues, even though he must not know that he's arguing against Obi-Wan's very thoughts. "I like this."

"Well as long as it's to your preference," Obi-Wan says even though he can hardly think through the static of his mind. So does Anakin know? He must. He must know how Obi-Wan feels everytime he touches him. And--he'd wanted--he'd needed to kiss him? During the war? It hardly makes sense. It defies logic, defies sense.

"How could it not be?" Anakin asks, pushing his shoulders back into Obi-Wan's touch. "Call it old age, Master, call it the benefit of hindsight, but I spent too much of my youth running reckless into things based on a flickering of a feeling and trust in the Force."

Obi-Wan blinks and opens his mouth. He finds his words have deserted them, so he closes it again.

"But you and me, Obi-Wan, what we've built together--during the war and then all these years since--it's solid. Durable. So when you kiss me, or when I tire of waiting you out and kiss you instead, that's it. That's forever.

"I'm not sure it would have been, fifteen years ago. But now, days go by and it's the only thing I'm sure of."

Sometime in the last several minutes, Obi-Wan has gone from massaging the tension away from Anakin's shoulders to simply stroking the skin beneath his hands.

He thinks about it: about Anakin's words, about the certainty he feels in the Force. About how Anakin was as a boy, about how Obi-Wan was when he was Anakin's age. It is difficult, he thinks, to build something that lasts during a war. Every soldier knows that; every soldier pours his blood and sweat and tears into building a trench and knows that he will have to evacuate eventually.

Obi-Wan clears his throat. "And are you tired, dear one?"

Anakin stills underneath his hands. Then he straightens, head turning around and pinning Obi-Wan in place with the weight of his gaze. "Exhausted, Master."

It is all he needs to say in the end. Obi-Wan adores punctuality. He'd hate to keep his padawan waiting.

[11queensupreme11]

What would it be like if the Gods, adults not children, know all this about Percy being from another universe and everything he's going to have to go through and somehow they end up meeting a 12-year-old Percy? I'm talking about a Percy before the field trip to the museum with Mrs. Dotts, which is to say when he didn't know anything about the Gods.

this whole thing just reminds me of this final fantasy 7 ao3 fanfic where everyone got sent back to the past AND remembered what happened... EXCEPT CLOUD and they were all frantically planning on a way to train this poor kid on how to save the world in case sephiroth goes insane again while simultaneously not telling him cuz they didn't want him to remember all his trauma 😭😭😭

(also if anyone knows which fic this, PLEASE SEND ME THE LINK CUZ I FORGOT THE TITLE AND AUTHOR AND I WANNA READ IT AGAIN!!!!)

anyway, if they got isekai-ed to percy's universe in the past AND THEY KNOW what's gonna happen to her, they are absolutely gonna scramble for a way to get back to their universe with percy in order to prevent The Plot from happening 😭😭😭😭

like "hell fucking no my baby is NOT going through any of that!!!!" 😭😭😭😭

i can't even blame them cuz imagine finding this tiny lil 12 year old girl, the de-aged version of someone you love so very much, and KNOWING she's about to go through some traumatizing shit soon and you have the chance to save her from that? they're gonna do whatever it takes to save her from that awful fate!!

poseidon is straight up kidnapping her, getting a child leash, and tethering her to him while he frantically tries to find a way to access the bifrost and send them back home, meanwhile he's got a feral 12 year old trying to gnaw through the leash 💀

hades definitely feels bad for kidnapping her from her poor mother, BUT IT'S FOR PERCY'S OWN GOOD, HE SWEARS!!!! 🥺🥺🥺 he's absolutely not gonna go to any of the gods for help because he's seen their buffoonery and wants no part of it, so it's up to him to find a way back home!!

beelzebub's not gonna bother with a child leash, after he kidnaps her he's whipping out the cuffs again cuz those have a shorter chain AND she can't gnaw them off 💀 probably gives up on the handcuffs tho when she somehow manages to break them and ends up just lugging her around like this:

apollo's gonna be such a nervous wreck. he does NOT want to kidnap her, he would prefer it if she just comes with him willingly but it comes off SO sus like "hi there little girl! do you want some candy? i'm trying to save ur life pls trust me" and percy may be 12 but she's not STUPID, so she goes "stranger danger" and runs away and now he has no choice but to kidnap her while he tries to find a way back 😭

loki's more subtle at first. he'll kill of mrs. dodds, chiron, and grover and shapeshift to become percy's new math teacher to replace dodds. he knows he still has some time before The Plot hits, so he's not TOO panicked rn and when he's not pretending to be a math teacher, he spends his time snooping around asgard to try and figure out how their bifrost works to send them both home. killing those three ^ eliminates the whole field trip issue, but you know, Fates 💀 ofc they find a way to make The Plot keep going so yeah, loki snaps and kidnaps her to keep her safe

i promise you, ten minutes into anubis' arrival in the pjo verse, the news article "freakishly tall furry man kidnaps child from yancy academy -- local furry community claims no ties to the kidnapper" is gonna spread around like wildfire 💀 he is absolutely gonna kidnap her is probably gonna spend most of the time freaking the fuck out instead of actually trying to find a way back home

cú chulainn's got it a little harder. yes he can easily kidnap her, but he's not a god. he's been blessed with his adoptive father's abilities, but he can't like... teleport, be in multiple places at once, easily search the universe in case percy runs away, etc. so he tries to be more discreet about it like loki by killing off mrs dodds and any monsters that come percy's way. he'll try to find a way to the bifrost too, but it'll be more difficult for obvious reasons. it's once The Plot hits does he finally say fuck it and just joins her to keep her close while trying to find a way to access the norse pantheon

[yaoireview]

review sockathan ! 👻👻👻

woah how'd you make that green

SOCKATHAN YAOI REVIEW

Disclaimer: This will contain spoilers (kind of) for Welcome to Hell 2 Part 1 and Welcome to Hell. You should probably go watch that. Its made by Erica Wester and its PRETTY cool.)

My Yaoi Entrepreneurs, I'll be blunt with you. I know we've ALL seen gay people, maybe in the streets, maybe at the park. You might even see one in your home now, so lets be honest with ourselves. Sock is DEFINITELY gay, bisexual at LEAST.

The OTHER one on the other hand.. its a little bit harder to say.. I'll probably find something though..

Lets make one thing clear, when I say Yaoi in this review. I don't mean ANYTHING inappropriate. Its just my special way of saying gay people.. I'm kinda magical in that sense.

Lets just get the first one done and over with a simple section I like to call:

EVIDENCE 1: SOCK IN GENERAL

okay so FIRST of all the FIRST time we see sock, they call Jonathan "hot stuff" while being in a fridge. I'm not sure about you but that's love if I ever saw it.

After that they introduce you to Sock killing his parents. One key point after another. If Sock being gay wasn't important, then WHY was it shown BEFORE telling us Sock's (other) main trait. Checkmate liberals.

Sock would then get the report from Mephistopheles, and you COULD say its just because the camera zoomed in, but its literally the most light ever seen in Sock's eyes.

And then Sock went on to ruin Jonathan's day, making him look crazy, and Jonathan SOMEHOW got blamed for knocking down that desk, I swear I think the teachers just hate him. I'm not sure about you but I certainly cant KNOCK over a desk thats right next to me.

He was WRITING too.. would a guilty man of desk flipping WRITE?? NO!!

And not to mention that Sock made Jonathan look DUMB in front of the faceless brothers which was probably the closest time that Sock did their job right.

Sock absolutely ruined it today.. but can you blame them? They're new to the job, give them some SLACK.

But the upcoming days, Sock was so whimsical.

Yeah SURE. Sock is still telling Jonathan to kill himself, but they just don't want to get fired!!

Not to mention the fact that they stared at Jonathan while they were taking a piss, but there's nothing odd about that.

And also near the end, Mephistopheles calls sock out on liking the guy, and Sock stutters. You just have to take my word for it.

SOCK IN GENERAL 2 [PART 1]

If you saw Welcome to Hell 2 [Part 1], you already know what I'm gonna comment about. Sock went on to call Jonathan's mother, hot. They then went on to say "Must be where you got it from, huh? You definitely got her butt at least."

When Jonathan goes on a walk and Sock follows them and says after Jonathan says he doesn't wanna be friends with them. (We'll get back to that)

"Oh wow, come to think of it, You don't really have ANYONE do YOU? What's that feel like? Knowing you're gonna die alone." to which Jonathan snaps back with "I dunno Sock, you tell me."

Now at first, this looks like a scene of ANTI SOCKATHAN propaganda, but think with me here, yaoiers. How would Jonathan know that Sock died alone??

I understand if he just guessed, since sock DOES look like someone who would die alone, or he just said whatever comeback that came to his head but if not, Sock ALREADY told Jonathan about their past life.

If what I KNOW is true, Sock VENTED to Jonathan about their life before they died in LESS than a week, since Sock just now sees Jonathan's mother in the first part, and due to a comment made by the creator.

Sock REALLY trusts this guy, maybe Mephistopheles didn't want to hear them vent, but maybe its JUST because Sock wanted Jonathan to do the same. but they probably didn't.

And then near the end, Sock says to Jonathan when he snatched his employee manual

"Jonathan, if something happens to you-"

Actually, I think this is pretty weak evidence but I thought I'd include it, since a teacher would say the same thing if a kindergartener was up on a high shelf.

That segment was PRETTY lengthy, but I PROMISE you, the others will be shorter, I just.. didn't expect there to be so much for Sock...

EVIDENCE 2: SOCK SUCKS AT THEIR JOB.

Jonathan was DEAD ON when they told Sock that they suck at their job. And quite honestly.. I could've done it better.. I could've got Jonathan to kill himself (theoretically) on the FIRST day, and if you wouldn't use my strategy, I promise you that there's probably several other you could use for the teenager that you want them to kill themselves at home.

STEP 1: GRAB A WEAPON

Since Sock is seen to be able to flip over a desk and they're able to HOLD Jonathan's journal (Shock or not), I should THEORITCALLY be able to grab a weapon, now for this strategy, I suggest you pick a nonlethal option, only to have a lethal option around, for this example, I will be using a sledgehammer.

After swinging that at the noggin, Jonathan would drop unconscious, probably with brain damage (that don't matter though)

STEP 2: POSSESS THE TEENAGER

Now it MAY not be like this in w2h, but Mephistopheles was able to possess Jonathan when he was DEAD (Probably), so It should hopefully work when they're out of consciousness.

STEP 3: KILL YOURSELF.

Alright now I KNOW that sounds bad.. but it wouldn't be MY hands to kill him. Grab the nearby lethal and SHOOT. THAT. TEENAGER!! Your boss may not agree with the logistics of this, but you get the job done.

This simulation was to PROVE that Sock atleast CARES a bit about Jonathan to want to get to know him. and to not kill him on the spot. Now if It was the other way around.. I'm not exactly sure..

EVIDENCE 3: JONATHAN KINDA HATES SOCK

(he looks like hes standing up to a school bully)

At the beginning of Welcome to Hell, hes clearly annoyed and STILL is annoyed by some of Sock's actions by the end, but he atleast isn't mad enough to NOT act like he could put up with Sock. I think the closest thing to gayness from Jonathan was when he moved the backpack for Sock to sit down.

In Welcome to Hell 2, he IS PISSED at this guy, and honestly, if Sock kept on knocking down those desks, i CANT blame him..

Maybe Sock kinda ruined the vibe when they expressed their love for Jonathan's mother, its hard to say really..

Jonathan makes this very clear that he DOESN'T even wanna be Sock's friend, I mean HAVE YOU HEARD THE THEME SONG?

SUMMARY:

Sock wasn't able to win Jonathan's heart, making him tonight's biggest loser.

YAOI: 6.5/10

[castkorb]

I had a discussion with a friend on twitter about the fact –and consequences– of Sting killing the previous Sabertooth master, Jienma and possibly more people and I feel like throwing my two cents here and expanding a bit more. Long post ahead ✌🏽

First of all, I want to make clear that my opinion on the Magic Council is that they're soo stupidly incompetent throughout the manga, so much that it shouldn't come to anyone's surprise they did nothing to Sting after killing Jienma, like they had "criminals" doing their job at one point, c'mon.

With that out of the way let's being: I'm aware of what I just said about the council, but taking in the context of where and when it took place I don't think they genuinely could do much lmao.

Firstly, the only time I remember them actually doing their job decently was during Oracion Seis, the times before and after that they were more or less there just to add the comedic bit of "Shit, we destroyed another town and the council's here, let's scram." And like, whatever the fuck they were doing during Tower of Heaven –this itself could be on another analysis post, did they seriously never doubted Siegrain?? did they just buy his lame story of "Oh yeah my twin brother who did a massacre when he was 7 is still out there making a cult or something but I got nothing to do with it don't worry about it, also don't pay attention to that it's not important rn" ???– But that was more the 10 Magic Saints and not the council I guess? but also they're the rulers of the magic council so we're on the same boat. I also just remembered the fact that sometimes they do fake trials to appease the population with no actual punishments being ruled lmao, I swear I was trying to be impartial here but it's getting harder the more stuff I remember.

Anyways, back to the GMG: They were a mess, like literally within the context. The king himself was operating illegally under the radar for 7 years and I can only imagine the Council's reaction to that fact literally moments prior to seven fucking dragons appearing out of nowhere. (The fact that the king and princess were left with just a scolding from Mest by all this was wild, truly up to the medieval(? times FT is set up in, –also keeps proving my opinion right– and raises many fucking questions about what the monarchy in this country is doing????) So, in summary, I don't think they had time to care about Sting killing Jienma. ☠️

But if you want my longer analysis (this is rhetorical I'm doing it anyways.) Consider the history of Sabertooth, whatever methods Jienma (and Minerva) had of moving the guild forwards definitely included doing not so legal stuff swept under the rug, I'm guessing by Minerva or Jienma himself. I'm taking guesses here but it could've been by bribing the Council –given how gullible they are apparently ☠️– or the Council either being intimidated enough by Jienma or because the guild tangled with the legality of the magic world so well they couldn't really do/say much to the guild during those years Jienma was in charge.

That probably helped Sting in this case, we don't know if the Sabertooth members were aware of such methods or if they had a general idea, I could assume Sting only found the full of it when he became master and had full access to the guild's records. But honestly I don't think it's farfetched to think anyone in Saber has killed people under Jienma's command more than once, since Sabertooth was introduced as a direct opposite of what Fairy Tail stands for –value your comrades as family, vow to kill no one– I think it was set to be assumed.

Maybe not ordered in ways such as "Kill this guy." but since the motto of Sabertooth was to be the better than any guild through whatever means necessary, it's not unlikely they were ordered to "dispose" of the competence more than once, as the first scene in which Sting and Rogue are introduced is literally them massacring a Dark Guild and leaving (I'm assuming) only one guy alive.

Another part of the discussion we had was what would Fairy Tail's opinion on the fact that Sting killed the previous master be and honestly? I don't think they gave a fuck.

Throughout the GMG, Sabertooth did many things to the FT members that deserve no mercy and we saw that, how each of them reaped what they sowed. Even Natsu, to no one's surprised railed the Guild's motel just to shit talk and beat the crap out of the master for humiliating Yukino.

But then, (and pardon me if I overindulge here, because this is genuinely my favorite part of the arc) the finals arrive, every single member of Saber is defeated and given retribution and only Sting is left against Fairy Tail.

And he breaks down. All of the years worth of pressure and forcibly internalized overconfidence he had to learn in Sabertooth in order to survive, destroyed in a mere week. How do you take on all that? He was 19 at that time, as self-sufficient he was he was still a kid, a kid in a most definitely not healthy environment to grow up in. –Assuming, since the manga said Sabertooth became a top guild 5 years prior after their most powerful mages joined, meaning he'd have been 14 when he joined Saber– Sting had no way of knowing how to deal with loss of such shape, so he broke down in front of his enemies, and all that pilled-up pressure fell on him.

But of course as I mentioned, Sabertooth is a guild created to parallel everything Fairy Tail stands for, and that wouldn't be the first nor the last time they help someone from outside their guild, including former enemies. I specially adore how it was Erza who consoled him, Natsu was probably the first who realized the members of Sabertooth were molded to stain their hands in the name of the guild because of Jienma, and Erza likely realized too in that moment.

And we all know Sting strives to be like Natsu but I think Erza offering him solace in this moment was core to his growth later on, she was probably the first person other than Rogue and his father who was kind to him, –since he doesn't remember Anna yet– and it was the helping hand he needed to take the first step forwards after losing everything you've ever known.

Sorry I did say I was going to overindulge lol but I love this scene so much. But back to the original question, yes Fairy Tail values their vows passionately and fiercely and yet they also rebel against them a few times, –the recurring theme of young people breaking the outdated norm is also a constant in the manga– so I think, after learning the whole story they sort of decided to forgive and adopt/mentor the members of Sabertooth and mend all the trauma they had to deal with. I love the tiny bits we see of FT members being sort of overprotective towards Saber members, they're cute.

Sooo after all that the conclusion is: yeah, Sting has probably killed people, and Fairy Tail doesn't give a damn about it 👍🏼

(I'm seriously this close to make another long post on Sting's growth in character because he makes me sick I love him so much)

[thhouseofblack]

I just want odypendio crumbs man

So do you have any hcs about them?? 🫶🫶

THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO YAP ABOUT MY FAVOURITE THROUPLE! I have so many hcs about them!

first is of course what i reference in my fics often because i think it's cute: diomedes and penelope knew each other prior to the epigoni's expedition to thebes, were engaged - this engagement falls apart after after both aegialeus and adrastus dying and diomedes deciding to marry aegiale to secure his throne. (this lowkey works out in penelope's favour cause she gets to marry odysseus! but i do want to explore this more at some point and write a fic where they do get married instead).

diomedes and penelope love at first sight? that they don't think is really love (because they're 13 come on), but the other is on the back of their mind all these years and it hits diomedes terribly when odysseus won't shut up about penelope and keeps talking about how amazing she is during the trojan war.

diomedes fell first but odysseus fell harder - i love love LOVE when odysseus tries to pretend to be nonchalant about diomedes but he just can't be because he just falls fast and hard, and gets lowkey (highkey) obsessed with the person he is in love with - exhibit a: penelope. it's also why i love a proper fall out between him and diomedes after the palladium heist - i think diomedes deserves to feel hurt and upset regardless of odysseus' intentions and whether he truly wanted to kill him or not. There's also how we would get the rest of their time during the war being odysseus trying to pacify diomedes and failing because he's realised that he is too in love with diomedes and cannot lose him, but his actions have already made it so that he has.

odysseus is the yapper and diomedes the listener, penelope is between both of them in that she can be both depending on the time and her mood.

penelope and diomedes' relationship flourishes OUTSIDE of odysseus – with both of them forming a very comfortable and easy relationship after the war, diomedes frequently visiting ithaca (and helping raise and teach telemachus). their love language is taking care of each other (+ gift giving for diomedes and physical touch for penelope – she's starved of it leave her alone). there is a very evident bond of trust and love between them both! It's what leads to odydio reconciliation post-odyssey.

height difference! love the idea of 13 year old penelope and diomedes being the same height, and that diomedes' growth spurt hits right before the expedition to thebes. so penelope and diomedes reuniting after the trojan war is just penelope going "I swear we were the same height". odysseus is in the middle of both their height, he is 5'10, diomedes is 6'8 and penelope is 5'4 (i have helen at 5'9 and clytemnestra at 5'4, i just love the idea of helen towering over both of them).

colours: For me, primarily, odysseus is blue, diomedes is red, and penelope is green (that exact shade of green, to be precise). secondary, odysseus as olive simply because of my association with him and the olive tree - i can not get it out of my head. penelope is pink because of how i associate her with the lotus flower. diomedes is tyrian purple because it's the symbol of royalty and argos was an important centre of power during the time and diomedes ascended to its throne at a very young age. i associate him with power in general because of all the myths centring around his founding of cities in italia and his ascension to immortality in some myths.

[barkingatthemooninsteadofwriting]

hi hi!! 16 and 21 with the invisible string series pls for the normal writer asks! 💕

hi! <3

16: fuck marry kill your three longest fics

fuck sharp as teeth and scars (because those boys are horny on main), marry cardigan, kill bad moon rising (which i love dearly but i swear that fic has taken years off my life)

21: cast your mutuals in the invisible string series

hoo boy. i don't even know where to start with this one. (also, i'm going purely off vibes here, and no offence is meant by any of these, i mean them in the best possible way. <3)

Remus- ??? idk which of my mutuals has enough anxiety and obsessive tendencies to fill that role.

Sirius- @indigostation because he deserves the chance to fuck Remus.

James- @akhmaleone because she gives off james potter energy.

Lily- @r33sespieces because i feel like she could be terrifying enough to give off Lily vibes.

Marlene- @lifeisabitch-butimcute because I feel like you could ALSO be terrifying.

Mrs. Figg's feral cat army- @polaroidcats just because they're cats.

Pandora- @moon-seas just for the aesthetic and whimsy

Doctor Pomfrey- @ixekizumab sorry, you write a fic about medical students and now you're typecast as the doctor

this was so difficult. i have no clue for the rest, honestly, trying to cast my moots as the characters was so much harder than i thought it would be.

very normal writer asks

[yeeterthek33per]

Claim Her Name (Caitlin Foord x Reader x Steph Catley)

A/n requested smut

Star marks the start of smut 18+, Minors DNI

Also apologising in advance

There's a small breeze that blows through the house on a hot summer afternoon. The heatwave had been practically killing any effort to try and get anything productive done, but the cool air was a nice turn.

So you'd opened up the house and started on the list of chores you hadn't touched yet.

Clad in one of Steph's black arsenal jerseys, and just underwear, you clear out most of them within a few hours.

Midway through scrubbing down the benches in the kitchen and cooking, your ears perk up enough to hear a car pull into the driveway, and two doors slam shut.

You continue to hum with a small smile, knowing it was just Steph and Caitlin.

What you aren't expecting is the bickering coming from the two. And what you definitely aren't expecting is the conversation they're having.

Lord knows they didn't have a filter when they got like this.

**

"Oh come on Caitlin, like she cums any harder in your jersey than she does in mine."

"She does! Thank you very much. That was proven a week ago."

"How? She wasn't even in your jersey. She was wearing a plain Arsenal 22/23 kit."

"Still counts."

Theres a huff.

"If that counts, that means she was technically wearing my jersey too!"

"Like shit! I was the one to make her cum, therefore it counts for me, not you."

You shake your head as you hear them slowly approach the kitchen. Only then do you realise there's a name on the back of your jersey, and you quietly curse, knowing you won't hear the end of it from either of them.

As they approach the kitchen, Steph pauses mid argument, spotting you standing with your hands leaning against the bench, watching the doorway.

"Alright babe, who do you think is right here? Who makes you cum the hardest in who's jersey?"

"Wooow, 'Hey baby, we're home, we missed you so much, wow, what smells so good? Thank you for cooking dinner. We love you.' Aww, thanks, my loves, I missed you both so much as well, I hope training went alright, I love you too!"

Caitlin bursts out laughing, and Steph slaps her palm against her forehead before shuffle jogging over silently to apologise. Her hands find your waist from behind, turning you to her, and she mumbles a soft apology against your lips, noting your lack of pants.

"Hey baby, sorry, you know us getting into it. Dinner does smell really good. Thank you for cooking. And might I say, you do look absolutely ravishing with my name on your back."

You glare playfully at her, poking her in the shoulder.

"Kiss-ass."

A cheeky grin crosses her face.

"I'd definitely do that."

You roll your eyes and turn to the now pouting Caitlin.

"What's up with you?"

"You're wearing her number over mine."

Your brow raises.

"Babe, I was wearing yours yesterday... and the day before that... and five out of seven days last week."

Her cheeks flush a little, and she huffs.

You just chuckle and shake your head at her. While you're having this conversation, Steph slides her hands down to your hips, admiring the sight of her name on your back.

One hand slips up your back again and gently rubs at your shoulder, and she presses into you, nearly pinning you against the counter.

"God baby, you're killing me here." It's muttered next to your ear.

"Oh, I'm killing YOU, am I?" It's said with a soft giggle that escapes your lips.

Your head tilts to the side regardless, and she takes the opportunity to make eye contact with Caitlin as she presses soft kisses to your neck, looking her dead in the eye with a daring gaze.

Before they get too far, though, you shake off the slight haze and duck out from Steph's grip to continue watching the pans on the stove.

Steph huffs, but you silence her with a 'look'.

"Set the table goofballs, dinner's nearly done, and enough with the bickering about my orgasms."

They both quickly rush to do as they're told, always swift to outdo the other. They do love each other, and you can swear they were intimate in their own right, but jesus, were they competitive.

This definitely isn't the first time they've been caught bickering about you, and you're sure it certainly won't be the last.

In the past, it's usually been about who can get you to laugh first or who buys the food closest to what you're craving when you're on your period. But orgasms?

That was a new one. Even for the ever horny Caitlin Foord. You swore her sex drive was through the roof at all times of the day.

Her challenging Steph like that wasn't new, but doing it while walking in the door from training was just taking it to a whole other level.

So you were certainly on guard for the possibility that you were getting jumped tonight. You'd already completed most of the stuff you needed to anyway.

As you all sat and ate at the square table in the dining room, Steph and Caitlin sat either side of you. Occasional chatter comes up, you prompting them about training and them asking if everything went alright today, and if there was anything they could help with after dinner.

That was something you would forever be grateful for. They had one of the busiest careers out there, playing, training, doing media, and prepping for national team duty. Hell, Caitlin had a second job working as a physio.

Then there was you. You worked from home and did most of the chores around the house, and they still insisted they help you with that.

Sure, it was a decently paying job, and you were thankful for that opportunity, but... was it enough? They certainly deserved so much better than what you could give them, right?

Funnily enough, you'd made the mistake of having that same thought about two months ago. You'd expressed that you felt a little lacking in terms of how much you did and nearly took on a second job.

It's not like you needed it. You just felt like you weren't working hard enough.

Of course, Steph and Caitlin were quick to tell you otherwise and prove it. You made sure there was always company at home. You were there for them in ways any other person couldn't be. You always had a fresh, cooked, healthy meal for them.

You still worked your butt off with your current job. You earned nearly half the income in the house. On top of that, the house was always in top shape. You did maintenance, yard work, cleaning, organising, laundry. To them, that was more than enough.

So you kept that one to yourself, knowing you'd only be told otherwise and made a promise to yourself to work on that one later. Maybe a volunteer position might ease that?

Everything you did, your girls were right there with you when they could be.

God, you loved them.

As dinner slows to soft chatter, and as soon as you put your fork down, about to stand to clear the table, both of them stand up, Caitlin grabbing the leftovers to container them and put them away for later, Steph grabbing the dishes to put in the sink to wash.

You watched them move around the kitchen with ease, occasionally ribbing each other lightly, playful banter in the air as they cleaned up.

This was just a routine you'd have to get used to. You get scolded every time you try to do the dishes after dinner.

"Nuh uh, you cooked for us and cleaned all day. Pretty butt in chair baby, we'll finish this."

You took the opportunity to go and start the next load of laundry while they did that, not wanting to sit still for too long.

You hear footsteps pad from behind you into the laundryroom. And you turn to look at Steph, who's now leaning against the doorway, watching you.

"What's up?"

"Nothing, just admiring." A small smile pulling at her lips.

You shake your head slightly and bend down to pick up the next basket to move it, but a pair of hands pull you up, spin you around, and press you against the washing machine.

Steph quickly takes your lips with her own, and it just about knocks the air from your lungs. She lifts you to sit on the machine, and her hands are hot on your thighs, keeping you as close as possible.

Your legs wrap around her, and you chuckle softly as she immediately goes for your neck again.

She had a thing for leaving marks on you. Not that you minded. You never really had anything to do in town and were easy enough to cover when you did. Plus, you enjoyed the feeling of both of them claiming you like this.

Her mouth trails over the junction of your neck and shoulder, teeth pulling at the skin and lips soothing the ministrations. Your hands slip up the back of her shirt, gently scratching the skin where you know it riles her up.

Her grip on your legs tightens a little as you do so, fingers digging into the skin, leaving you keening as she kisses you again.

Her tongue dips between your lips, leaving you whimpering softly, melting completely into her.

"You're so fucking sexy dressed like this baby. You have no idea how much I love seeing my name on your back."

You breathlessly chuckle as she returns to work on your neck.

"Oh, I think I have a little idea."

At that, she pulls you to the edge of the machine, nudging you to lift your hips as she pulls your underwear off from beneath you.

"I'm sure we can remedy that then and give you the full idea."

She drops to her knees, pulling her hair back with a hair tie and a small wink that, if you'd been standing, would have taken your knees out from under you.

Thankfully, the window in the laundry room is frosted, so it's not entirely obvious to the outside world what you're doing.

"Jesus baby, you're killing me."

Her breath fans your centre as she pulls you right to the edge of the machine. Her eyes meet yours as she wiggles her brows at you and you laugh.

"All in a days work."

"Yeah, yeah, now hush and fuck me."

Steph kisses at your inner thigh, a teasing smile on her lips. "So demanding."

With that, she kisses at your clit, tongue peaking out to swipe up your slit.

Your head lulls back, and you lean back fully on your hands with a soft moan. One hand moves to grip the back of her head as she moves her tongue in zigzags, moving just enough to work you up, but in no way near enough to finish from it.

"Steph." It comes out as a soft sigh, almost pleading with her.

"Shh baby, we've got time."

Her tongue lazily drags up your taste into her mouth as her lips wrap around your clit to suck gently.

You look down to make eye contact with her, fingers running through the loose hair, gripping it slightly. It makes you moan a little louder this time as she dips her tongue inside you.

"And to think, you told me you were just helping her do laundry."

You meet Caitlin's eye in the doorway, wondering how long she'd been standing there off to the side.

Steph pulls away for a moment, making you whine softly.

"Was wondering when you were gonna get in here."

"Baby, please." You urge Steph's head back towards you.

She tuts playfully at you, hands pressing your legs wider, as she signals your other girlfriend to join her. Caitlin just shakes her head.

"You said you could make her cum harder. Prove it."

"Technically, you said that, I only said it wasn't true in your case."

You groan out, a little frustrated now.

"Guys, fuck the techinicalities, can one of you please just continue, your head is between my legs, you should be making me cum, not arg- shiiitt"

Steph dives in just about straight away. This time, it's much more aggressive and leaves you bucking your hips against her face.

One hand slips away from your inner thigh and moves to press two digits to your entrance. Her fingers dip inside slow, teasing, and it sends tingles up your spine.

Her arm moves with her thrusts, bicep tensing with each stroke. Steph feels you clench around her fingers and speeds up her strokes to match your hips thrusting against her.

Her other arm has to eventually move to hold you down, though, in order to keep her mouth where you need it.

Your hips start to jerk a little more, and as her fingers curl just right inside you, you clench tightly. She knows you're close and speeds up a little, tapping your g-spot, throwing you closer as your chest starts to rise and fall rapidly.

Her tongue zigzagging harshly over your clit is what sends you over with a squeaked cry, curses tumbling from your lips.

Your toes curl, your eyes are clenched shut, and your fingernails bite into your palms as your orgasm crashes through you.

What Steph hadn't seen as she fucked you was Caitlin leaving the doorway and returning a second later. With something in hand.

She spots the forward, now wandering into the room with a short sleeve black away jersey.

As you come down from the high, a little hazey from the impromptu orgasm, you see Caitlin and spot whats now in her hand.

"We're gonna run a little experiment, baby, tonight is all about you."

You lift your head off the wall with a slight kink in your brow.

"Like y'all don't do that ceremoniously every other night."

Her hand comes up to rest on your cheek, thumb tugging gently at your bottom lip.

"But, if you let me finish, we see who can make you cum harder in who's jersey."

You whimper slightly, at the same time Steph removes her fingers from you and stands to your level.

"You get to cum as much as you want, but, at the end of each orgasm, give us a rating."

"Seriously?" You look at them a little unimpressed, you weren't physically prepared for tonight by any means and plus, they know well and true that you won't be able to answer them after the fifth or so orgasm.

Steph moves back to stand between your legs and kiss at your neck, mumbling into your ear.

"We can take it easy, and take as long you like baby, but you'll be cumming later either way."

You huff slightly before nodding.

"Jesus, you're both gonna be the death of me." You murmur, closing your eyes as her teeth nip at the new unmarked skin.

"Then, 7/10, the mouth work was 10/10, but the location was questionable. My ass hurts now too."

Her lips detach from your neck, and she pulls away with a pouty look on her face. "Sorry baby, rating's a rating."

With that, you feel a new pair of hands grab your legs.

You sit up to kiss Caitlin as she hikes you into her arms, lifting you off the machine completely and walking you to the bedroom, Steph trailing behind.

Your arms tighten around her neck, pulling her down with you as she tries to set you down, and you giggle softly at the look on her face when she lands on top of you.

She's nestled between your legs, and her hands keep her from entirely leaning on you, though you put an end to that and pull her down onto you, keeping your legs tight around her to take her full weight.

She smirks against your lips, and her hand slips between you, riding up under the black jersey. She grabs at your chest, palming it as she leans off to the side slightly to get more access.

You moan as she works at your chest, kneading and pinching at your nipple.

Suddenly, her weight disappears off you as she sits up and pulls you with her. You barely register her hands, pulling one jersey off and replacing it with her own.

The moment it's back on, you're pushed backwards again. This time, she's settled on either side of your left leg, straddling it. Her hands pull her own shirt off with you staring at her stomach as she does so.

She chuckles at your expression and leans down to capture your lips again.

Caitlin's hand moves between your legs, and you jolt slightly, still a little sensitive. Her finger rubs slowly at your clit, making you sigh softly into her mouth.

She pulls away with a small nip to your lower lip and kisses to your collarbone and slips down to level with your pussy.

You feel the bed shift to your left. It's Steph, but she doesn't move to touch you. You beckon her over, but she doesn't move, only shakes her head no at you.

You whine softly, "Why not?"

"Because we're not allowed to touch you while the other is doing her thing, those are rules, sorry baby."

You huff slightly, "Fuck the rules."

Caitlin raises a brow at Steph.

"Or you could let her do her thing and fuck you instead?"

You almost protest, but Caitlin's tongue interrupts you.

Her first swipe makes you let out a breathy sigh. Her next is much harsher, and you moan into the cool night air. She dives straight into you after that, and your head drops to the pillow beneath it, eyes clenched shut.

She works you up the same as the defender had, but when she sneaks two fingers into your entrance, you notice she's paired it with something else and it sends heat straight to your gut at the thought.

It's a vibrating ring.

When she snuck that on, you had no idea, but that thought quickly gets wiped away, as she fully pushes the first two fingers in and holds her third tight to the other two.

You can hear Steph protest from next to you.

"Cheating little shit."

Caitlin just winks cheekily at her and doubles her efforts. To your credit, you hold off for as long as you can, but in the end, her lips sucking harshly at your clit is what sends you over. And fast.

Caitlin has a smirk on her face as she brings you down. And when she pulls away, you give her a joking thumbs up.

"8/10, sneaky choice with the ring, but didn't it last long enough. Great mouth work, still wearing pants, though."

Steph growls at that.

"What happened to no outside influence?"

Caitlin shrugs, a cheeky grin on her face.

"It was technically inside her."

Steph huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Fine, how about we rework the rules since you so clearly won't stick to them. We'll make so we can use any toy to make her cum."

She turns to you, which you'd been watching them with hooded eyes and a small amused smile on your face.

"What about you, baby? Any input?"

"You know I'm not gonna have input, babe, I'm here for the orgasms and the entertainment."

She rolls her eyes and turns back to Caitlin.

"Well? What's your input?"

Caitlin taps her fingers on her chin, pretending to think for a moment.

"We can use anything?"

Steph sighs and nods.

"Within reason and at the discretion of Y/n."

Caitlin immediately sticks her hand out.

"Deal."

Steph raises both brows at her before shaking her hand and her own head at the girl. You giggle at the two. Your goofballs.

"Alright, back in a second."

She steps off the bed and heads into the walk-in wardrobe, pulling out a box you know all too well. She pulls off the lid and tosses it, setting the box down at the end of the bed before kneeling to dig through it.

You wiggle your way down, leaning on your elbows to look over at what she's pulling out. She goes to grab a small vibrator but stops when she notices you watching her.

She quickly shoos you back up the bed, and you whine but do so. She pulls out a few objects that you can't see and leaves them layed out on the carpet where you can't get a glimpse from your position.

The first thing she does is grab the blindfold and shift up the bed, straddling your waist. Damn, you were banking on her not doing that.

You sit up obediently, and she ties it around your head tightly, making sure to shift it so there's no chance for you to peak.

"This stays on for the rest of tonight, so there's no chance she sees what we're about to do. Senses heightened kind of thing. Tends to make you cum harder."

You hear Caitlin speak up from beside you.

"Eye contact is pretty hot though."

Steph scoffs.

"Good luck getting her to keep it."

You make a mock offended noise.

"Excuse me." You huff.

"Yeah, no, sorry babe, you kind of make it difficult when you won't sit still long enough." Caitlin chuckles slightly.

"Seriously?"

"Yup." Is Steph's answer and you pout softly.

She shifts off you and the bed moves as she steps off it. You hear some rustling for a bit before she gets back onto the bed.

"Turn over on your stomach."

You do so carefully as to not just fall off the bed, and Steph's hands guide your hips up slightly to slip a pillow beneath them.

A bottle lid is cracked open, and you assume it's lube.

"We agreed no butt stuff, right?"

Two seconds of silence.

"Baby, we talked about this, and been there done that was a big no, so yes, it's a no, no butt stuff."

"Just double checking" There's a little tone behind it. Steph sighs slightly, and Caitlin stifles a laugh.

"Alright, so the brat tone ends now."

"Geez sorry." You work out why she says it pretty quickly.

A smack to the left cheek makes you jump slightly.

"Yes."

Another smack to the right cheek.

"Yes Ma'am."

You can hear your other girlfriend snort behind her hand and your cheeks burn as you realise what you said.

"Not what I meant, but that's a better answer." You hear the surprised but amused tone behind it.

Steph continues, and you feel her fingers dip into you, the lube cold, and it sends shivers up your spine, and you sigh into the pillow.

There's some more rustling as Steph leans back off you for a second.

"God, Steph, you're gonna kill the poor girl."

That makes you perk up again suddenly.

"Babe..."

"Babe."

"Caitlin." It's said in a more stern tone.

"Steph."

"Shut the fuck up."

"Yes, Ma'am." She says it jokingly, and your cheeks only go redder at that.

You whine into the pillow lightly.

"Can we please drop that? It was in the heat of the moment."

"I'll think about it." Yeah, no, she's not gonna let that one go.

"Oh for the love of fuck Cait, please?"

"I said I'd think about it." Her tone is mocking yours now.

"Will you stop shit stirring?" Steph's a little annoyed by now.

You snort.

It's a not so soft smack now. And you yelp.

"Okay, sorry...Ma'am... Sorry, Ma'am."

"Are you done?"

"Caitlin." It's her final warning tone.

You assume Caitlin at least acknowledges that silently because you feel Steph's hands move your legs apart, and she kneels between them.

At first, you think it's the vibrator she went to grab earlier, but it feels much bigger than that, and it's definitely not any dildo you own or the red and white strap you have for that matter either.

You can tell it's a strap, though, judging by the fact you can feel Steph lean over you as she pushes the tip in.

It stretches you out enough that you have to gulp in air as she moves in slowly, eventually bottoming out, hips against your own.

"That's it, just breathe baby, you're doing so well. You can take it. I know you can." That has you whimpering as you grit your teeth and bury your face into the pillow below you.

You wiggle your hips a little to adjust to the stretch of it.

"That's a girl. Take your time."

Your hips push back a little, and you relax a bit more to take it better.

"Good girl." It's a little breathy now, and it sends goosebumps up your arm, and you keen under the praise. Her lips press soft kisses to your back and shoulder, a comforting touch when you need it.

She slowly pulls out and pushes back in. Her hips move carefully, letting you feel it drag against your insides as you calm your breathing to relax more and let the strap in better.

Her thrusts speed up a little, hips slapping against yours a little harder now, and you moan softly into the pillow.

The thrusts start moving faster, into more of a pounding motion, and she grabs your hair to turn your head to the side, away from the pillow muffling you.

"No hiding those noises from us, baby. Let them out. We want to hear you nice and loud."

That's paired with a particularly harsh thrust, and you cry out. She readjusts her hips, thrusting in at the new pace, and her arm wraps around your neck, pulling you back into her body while the other holds her up beside you.

The new angle makes the strap hit and brush against your g-spot and with a renewed vigor at that. You're moaning loudly and in time with her thrusts now.

She's fucking you so hard, the bed starts to shift a little, the frame rocking in time with you both.

Your legs start to shake around her, and she feels the resistance with every thrust.

"Taking my strap so well for me, baby, you wanna cum?"

Her voice is murmured next to your ear, breath hot on your skin.

"So c-close, p-please!"

You stutter each time her hips slap against your ass.

Steph sits back slightly, hand now pushing against the back of your neck, holding you against the mattress.

"Go ahead then, baby girl, cum on my strap, cum for me."

It only takes a moment, and her words make the knot in your stomach snap. Your vision goes white under the darkness of the blindfold, and your mouth drops open with a loud cry.

Steph's thrusts become a little ragged, but she pushes down her own orgasm and slows her high, instead continuing to help bring you down with slow thrusts.

She stops when you whine a bit. Your back rises and falls rapidly with your head buried back in the pillow.

A moment passes, and you're still silent.

Caitlin is now leaning forward on her elbows, sitting in a chair facing the bed, and her pupils have dilated from watching you both.

She watches as Steph leans down carefully, so as not to move her hips. She kisses your shoulder softly.

"You okay?"

You don't move, and you're silent for a second.

"...gimme a minute..."

A smug smile crosses Steph's lips.

"Take all the time you need, sweet girl."

You don't even have to see her face to know it's there. Her voice is enough to know.

"...I think... my deaf grandmother could have heard the smugness in your voice then."

Caitlin recovers enough to snicker at that.

Steph shoots you both a glare, you can feel it burning into the back of your head, and she purposefully jerks her hips, which makes you yelp slightly.

"Baaabe, geez, you just made cream on your cock, be happy."

Caitlin has to hold in a bigger laugh.

"Baby, from my perspective here. If you want to be able to sit on your ass tomorrow, I suggest shutting your mouth. Just, ya know, if Steph's expression is anything to go by."

Steph rolls her eyes.

"Fucking brat."

"Me? Pft never." There's a small smile pulling at your lips now.

Dead silence.

You feel her lean down, her breath fanning your neck, and you tilt your head slightly.

"Sorry.. I love you? 9.5 out of 10, couldn't watch you fucking me but I'm very grateful you made me cum. In fact so grateful, I'll be a good girl for the rest of the night...?" You let out a nervous laugh with it.

...

A soft chuckle in your ear.

"That's what I thought."

She sits up again.

"Still could have gone without the blindfold, though."

"Babe, oh my fucking god. Mouth." There's laughter behind it.

Steph just sighs... and pulls out without warning. Fast.

It leaves you shakingly empty, and you release any air you have left in your lungs.

"Jeeeesus fucking christ."

Two spanks to the left and right cheeks swiftly make you close your mouth.

"Alright, my turn." A thud where Caitlin suddenly gets up and goes to the end of the bed. Steph moves away from you and off the bed with a shaky wobble.

You sit up and pull Steph's jersey off, knowing the course of action now. You hold it out in the direction you think she is, and you hear her laugh from your other side.

Your face flushes.

"Sorry." And you hold it out in the direction of where she was laughing from. She takes it from your hand.

"That's okay, baby."

You can hear Caitlin moving things around in the crate. A couple of items drop onto the bed. One of them jingles slightly and you have a feeling you know exactly what that was.

"Okay!" And she claps her hands together.

"You good?" You ask, mainly concerned she might have lost it somewhere between Steph railing you and finding the handcuffs in the crate.

"Perfect, why?". "Also, you can turn over for me. Leave the pillow under your hips." You can hear the evil grin on her face as you do so.

"No reason." You flash your best innocent smile.

"Jesus, Caitlin, if I didn't end the poor girl, you will."

"Oh, don't you start." You laugh at that.

You hear Steph get up from her spot on the chair. And a small kissing noise.

"I'm sorry baby, proceed."

She returns to her seat.

"I'm gonna combust here if you wait any longer."

"You don't start with me either, because I can make this very complicated for you if you decide to get bratty with me."

"I can't help it. The 9.5/10s bring it out in me."

You hear Steph spit take. You were gonna get it now.

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It took about three hours overall. But it finally comes to an end. In the end, it's Steph who lasts the longest, but you nearly called it quits three orgasms ago.

Caitlin ends up with a leg cramp and has to throw in the towel. Your stubborn girlfriends finally managed to get it out of their system for the night.

Though they do end up bickering about who's jersey you should sleep in and you just sigh and order them to just grab you a plain Arsenal hoodie. They're more comfy anyway.

They're idiots sometimes, but they're your idiots. Your extremely territorial, competitive idiots.

You never did end up telling them who won.

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Oh god it's so fucking long, im sorry 😭

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what is ur guys thoughts on issue 2 of robin & batman: jason todd

cause uhh...

idk if i hate or am apathetic towards this alfred portrayal ngl. mainly just bc i swear there were classist elements in his dynamic with 70s-80s jason but also they were never this bad.

the wraith pisses me off. jason doesnt need to be fed ideals or anything like he's gone through enough shit as a child that his beliefs are foundational to his being. some of the stuff the wraith says is like bar for bar (not really but also kinda) what jason as red hood says. also some of the lines feel so on the nose?? like "we're soldiers. this is a war" right. right. so would this have anything at all to do with the "a good soldier" thing or no. "i used to look up to you" man who are you. this shit has no impact on me bc i do not know who this person is.

dont make this into a "jason picks between which path he wants to follow; batman, wraith, or nightwing" thing. idk like let red hood be formed from jason's own ideology bc that shit hits harder.

who even is this guy. if hes just a random robber idk if jason would fw wraith after he shot a guy that for all we know, hasnt done shit yet. "what am i?" "a weapon" nnnnnnh. ok so i really didnt like that.

discowing made an appearance and we all cheered.

there are parallels between jason and damian but this is doing too much. wait there lowkey better be some time travel shit or whatever going on bc thats the only wraith i will minimally accept. and also the only explanation for jason having like prophetic dreams or smth in issue 1.

idk how i feel abt violent robin jason but ultimately i think it makes sense if hes like a little too violent ykwim. like he shouldnt be killing anyone yet but he can break like 8 bones. as a treat. jokes aside yall want me to think anger is so bad like no jason is angry and hes (imo) not wrong for it. i think a major part of being robin is pushing against batman, like its a whole balancing act kind of thing. sure they're partners but at the end of the day, robin is a kid with vastly different life experiences, which makes for a fundamental difference in ideals. these can be major differences or smaller but always always, robin is not gonna gaf what batman says, robin does what robin does. but also i do think jason's anger should be in response to something, like this portrayal does feel like he gets easily ragebaited or smth. which could be fine could be okay, but they arent really doing anything new with it. "this jason is three dimensional" is he really. or is he just three adjacent diamonds giving off the illusion of a cube bc im not seeing shit rn. 80s jason and jason - bruce -bday gift - watch after giving me more depth of character.

an "i can fix him" mentality in this economy from all parties is actually killing me.

wraith design aint even that cool i thought it was a ghostmaker redesign for like 5 panels and was reading that shit like it was him until batman said "i dont know who he is."

best believe im gonna keep reading in hopes that the final issue does the impossible and pulls it all together.

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📔 📔 📔 Three short wips, please?

😂 love and appreciate u nonny<33

okay, 2+1: first two are fics i'm not writing because they're small ideas i'll just slip into something else if given the chance, and +1 of a short wip i swear i am actually writing.

pickpocket Chay

this was a headcanon i picked up from before kp aired, from... @faillen 's fics i think? it's been a billion years since i read whatever i picked it up from so i am fuzzy on the details, but it's burrowed in my head since. for starters, i think it's SUCH a good skill to give to Chay, i just really like it. but i also really like thinking about other people's reactions to it, namely Porsche teaching Chay and making him practice on his friends, and (obviously lol) KIM's reaction

because Kim would love it. he'd find it so hot, and any time Chay stole something off Kim, Kim would just. swoon. swoon so hard he hits the ground. their entire courtship in my head is just music and hidey-holes and thievery<333

picture with me Kim and Chay on a date, Kim decked out in jewelry, and his accessories just. slowly migrate onto Chay over the course of the date. either Kim doesn't notice at first and swoons when he does, or he realizes but still can't catch Chay in the act, swoons harder.

...possessive jealous kimchay?

realized i am. not sure what to title this one, because it's barely an idea and more a collection of vibes. anyways, people mayhaps have picked up on my not-so-subtle love for Kim and Chay being obsessed with each other, and more than a little clingy/grabby about it<3

so, vaguely, Kim and Chay agree that it is not a good idea to announce their relationship for Wik related reasons. or maybe mafia related reasons? honestly, idk, point is they both agree to keep the relationship under wraps, and then Kim is too sulky about their mutual decision to notice Chay is frowning just as much about it. but like. it's fine. there are so many good reasons not to be super public as boyfriends. Chay says he's fine, he's probably only frowning because the conversation keeps coming up. and Kim is a totally reasonable person who does not get pouty over rational decisions. he is.

anyways, these two out on a date, where they are being super discreet, and Kim is so enchanted by Chay he maybe misses the fan following the two of them. and Chay, who's situational awareness isn't the best and usually relies on Kim noticing something and himself noticing Kim noticing things, doesn't see the fan either. this is not something either would deliberately ignore after all, not after they agreed it would be smarter not to go public.

except then. photos of them circulate online. beans are spilled and all their rational reasons are in tatters around them and Kim likes it SO. MUCH. he is Chay's and Chay is his and people know it. he worries briefly Chay might be upset (after all!! they agreed it was a bad idea!!), except then he sees one of the fan-taken date photos set as Chay's lockscreen and Chay is smug when he clings to him in public and oh yes, fuck the reasons, this is the best.

ANYWAYS, the wip i am writing i SWEAR, writing brain just minorly stuck, is a gone fishing spin-off (drum rolls):

The Many Lives of Mr. Gold

Summary: Kim and Chay raise one(1) fish.

so, does anyone remember from gone fishing the joke at the end where Kim confirms he fed Chay's goldfish to a koi? probably not, it was very offhand, but a little while back i was hit with the silly idea where Khun somehow acquired a goldfish with a cute little heart shaped(ish) spot on it, and got so excited he gave it to Chay and Kim to raise so they could bond as fish fathers.

and so begins Kim and Chay's trials of attempting to raise a stupid fish, except they somehow keep killing the poor things. Khun was so excited and they are suffering trying to make this work for him. they keep replacing the fish and pretending the replacement's spots are totally the same, until they finally can't deal with all the fish deaths on their consciences and decide to release the thing back to Khun, except they have to be sneaky about it...and release it to the koi pond...where the big fish live. needless to say: gulp.

here's a little teaser of it, because it is a very silly spin-off that brings me a lot of joy:

Chay googles the pet store's hours as though they don't already have its schedule perfectly memorized by now. "I'm pretty sure us just owning a fish counts as animal abuse now. How bad's our karma after our latest Mr. Gold, you think?" "Oh, we're definitely getting reborn as fish in our next life," Kim says over the rattle of the glass rocks he's cleaning. Chay laughs. "Should we make merit at a temple before we go to the store? On the off chance it helps the slightest bit?" Kim puts his hands together and bows his head reverently. "May we earn just enough that we don't wind up with owners like us." Chay giggles, louder, and that's all the merit Kim ever needs in this life. "We could also stop risking our next life and just come clean to P'Khun." "Oh fuck no, I'd rather face my karma. At least it's known to be forgiving."

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[fakeusernamelol]

Sorry I'm obsessed with bad ending teen dad stancest--

When Ford leaves home for college he takes Stan with him, Stan thinks it's fine, it's not their boat but it's basically what he used to wants, they're out of jersey and they're okay. Fiddleford asks him what he wants out of life sometimes but that question's made him sick since he was twelve and realized he wasn't smart enough to be much more than a housewife for whatever man he ended up with. Instead he tells Fiddleford he's gonna be a pirate, because it makes him laugh. Then Ford wants to go to Gravity Falls, and Stan's back to being alone with him. By the time they're 27 he's stopped trying to keep his hair short, he makes for a piss poor Ma as far as hes concerned but the twins aren't old enough to get that yet. Bill gets mad at Ford so Ford gets mad at Stan, and Stan sleeps on the floor next to the kids' beds because Ford's better than their father, he won't lay a hand on him in front of the kids, and Stan uses it because hes a conniving coward with a distant look in his eyes that their own Ma used to have.

But then the portal, it drives Fiddleford insane, Fiddleford tells him Ford is dangerous, that he's going to kill them. And Stan didn't believe it until he spent a night barricading a door covered in height marks and crayon while Bill tried to claw his way in and then the next morning when he caught Ford crying in front of the TV, Ford punched him full in the face in front of the twins.

So it was so easy, hitting Ford back for once, shoving him just a little too far and letting the portal take him away, leave Stan with the house and the kids and a new name to inherit and the freedom to cut his hair and get himself the glasses he needed and call himself Stan instead of what Ford called him.

SORRY IF I RAMBLED TOO MUCH IM EATING YOUR DRYWALL I NEED MORE AU--

would that be a win-lost or a win-win?

PLEASE PLEASE DON'T APOLOGISE WHEN YOU ARE GIVING ME EXACTLY WHAT I WANT, I LOVE YOU AND OF COURSE I'M GIVING YOU MORE DEAR ANON you and me are now friends and i don't take no for answer 🤭🤭💖💖💖 Also what a good name for this au, im using it now 😘

(tw: Transphobia, Misogyny, Abuse, a lot of implied noncon yadda yadda you already know where's this going 🤷)

Stanley needed something to hold on to try to survive this new life, it's not exactly what he always dreamed but it's not bad, he has ford and that's all he has always needed, isn't it? He can get used to, come on he has always been seen this way he can get through it.

But when he met Fiddleford those thoughts were becoming harder to support again, a new person, new air and new perspective. Sure he wasn't going to tell him all those crazy thoughts he had because that would make ford mad but he can express a little of it, fidds wouldn't ever know that those jokes were actually his dreams but at least he can say them and think a bit of them every once and then to distract a bit from the real life. Maybe... Who knows,maybe one day Ford wouldn't be this harsh with him and he and their kids could still sail the world once he's done with college! Joke's on him, of course they were going to do what ford had in mind and he can't say anything, after all if he's not in the streets is thanks to him so,heh, could be worse. going to miss fidds anyway...

But well, not time for thinking about himself, they are already grown adults and since he's not getting a job the least he can do is be a good as possible mom for their already 10-year-old twins. Ever since they've been in Gravity Falls, Stan can swear that he's seen all kinds of strange creatures but Ford seems delighted with it and only times he doesn't talk to him in a rude tone is when he says something about them so, it's not that scarier as it was the first times. He doesn't quite understand what Ford is actually doing with that information, but after that he goes to the basement and warns him and the kids to stay away from this as possible, and he's going to obey for his own sake.

...At least as much as he can because things are becoming even weirder, he has seen Ford obsess over an investigation before, but this time he seemed to be going genuinely crazy, not all bad tho, at least fidds was back again and having a new face in the place was genuinely a good thing for him, sure he was here for working but anyway stan would try to sneak up on them like bringing them something to drink after a long day of work in the basement, Ford wasn't so harsh when Fiddleford was around so he wasn't so scared to do that and share a few words with a good friend not knowing that ford would make him pay for that later.

« what did I tell you about going down the basement, [ ] ? You have your things upstairs with the kids. »

It was fine, he deserved it. He has never said anything about Ford's abuse, because ever his teenhood he knows he deserves it, He only knows how to screw things. Maybe if he hadn't broken that stupid machine ford would change his mind but he had to fuck it. Yes, he sometimes still daydreams about a world where ford could accept him, a world where ford would hug him often and not hurt him again and maybe, a world where he calls him stanley for once... but time has passed and his hope has faded away, Now he just wishes that thoughts to leave his mind once for all.

Suddenly things get worse. «they could?» it seems to be.

Ok, sleeping in the kids room wasn't so bad, sure the floor was cold and he only had a blanket in order to not die of hypothermia but at least he had his kids near him and that was fine, ford wouldn't try to make something to him with them near. Now, seeing the eyes of that friend he always thought of like a kind of safe place full of fear and warning him of such an unthinkable danger for him what's indeed something he would never forget and fuck shouldn't do it. He thinks he knew what Ford was capable to do, sure he's angry with him ever since and his touch is not the gentlest, but stan didn't think he would go so far as to endanger himself, much less his children... Seems like everything he thinks is really just bullshit, he says to himself while using his body to lock the door of the kids room while hearing those strange creepy laughs and scratches from behind the door.

Ok so things are going to be dangerous now, but the next morning when he sees ford crying with his hands in his face and his legs on the floor he gets second thoughts, something was wrong with ford, he don't get what but maybe he could...

So you know, Stan has endured a lot of things ford has done: the words, the insults, the abuse, the punches, the constant contempt and more but punching him in front of their kids was enough.

For the first time ever since that night in the bathroom floor stan had enough of ford and didn't even think twice before giving him the punch he has always deserved it. Not punch, punches.

HE was angry, HE was tired, and not even the cries of his little children in the background had made him stop while Ford tried, like the coward he really was, to flee from him when he saw that this time his blows were not saving him.

Funny, stan thought, « I always protected ya' from Crampelter and his herd, no matter what. Ya' we're afraid of givin' them a good punch but what about me, sixer? Are ya' scared of me now? »

Stanley was stupid, but he was stronger, even if ford has always despised him for being born as a woman, HE was stronger than him and for once he wasn't scared of his rejection.

But.. sure he didn't expect what happened next. He has never seen what he and fidds were doing in the basement and now, he knew it even less.

He was angry but fuck he didn't mean that! Why does everything have to be so complicated towards Ford? Fuck!

...On the bright side, those 30 years will serve Stanley well to realize everything that his brother held him back from for years, guess who's the one being welcomed with a punch in the face here. 😗

So, you can say the bad ending au got a good ending? Lol 🙆

[theredcuyo]

Hmm, so today i worked with a bit of horror and this came to me

What if we make the Batman into a cryptid but the cooler kind, the leyend to scare young kids type

Before you write or send a comment, i'm mexican, born and raised, still live there. Thank You.

This came from me thinking about La llorona, a leyend (scary one) here in México and some other parts of latam it seems(?) and it's in short, about a woman whose kids die and she dies from sadness over it, with her eyes drying up from so much crying, becoming a spirit that haunts the world while calling for her children in desperate screams

The reason behind the kids' death changes depending on who you ask, either she killed them or it was an accident, but they die by drowing in all versions, and, as a result of the above, any kid she comes across gets taken away because she mistakes them for her own, they end up dying by her hands too tho (because she thinks they're hers and drowns them, or because she realizes they aren't)

She's also a single mother (the story goes back to the 1500 btw)

And I think Bruce fits this. So. Fucking. Well.

Like, Jason and Dick die, and he becomes this, and then Tim was trying to help him pass from the world but he couldn't and instead became his child too, and the rest followed along, by accident, by choice or not

Can he be a hero here? I don't think so, but, maybe he does care for the children somehow, the ones that he realizes aren't his, that they have parents to go to are the ones he protects

He cares for the people, who are not at fault for his loss, so he protects the city he also haunts

He cares for the nice old man who's never been afraid of him, who gives him a sad smile and who he feels like he knows but all the memories of his life are buried down and forgotten behind his children dying

He might not even want the children he takes to die, it's like the pit rage in canon, it takes over him and they world gets too blurry to think right

And he cares for those kids, he really does, it's not their fault, but there's one he can never remember the name of (Dick) no matter how many times he repeats it

Dick forgave his dad (whatever the reason for their deaths might be) and wanders around him in a nice way, doing his best so all of them can finally pass away

Jason hasn't. He haunts Bruce, most of the episodes where he snatches more kids away are Jason's fault, as he appears and dissapears in front of him, making him believe any kid is his boy, Jason doesn't notice and actually tries to protect other kids.

Steph's 'your not my dad!' call hits harder in this au-

Cass was wandering around town alone, she didn't stand a chance because she couldn't even scream for help. She's like a second shadow to Bruce, always near, always watching, and some who have scaped them swear her eyes never stop looking at you. She might be the only kid who's not mad at him for taking her away

Duke is similar enough, he didn't like the dark, but when there's no other choice is the worst thing that happens.

Damian's tale as a child of his that Bruce originally thought to have died gets worse when he gets taken, reunited but only by death, one that is his dad's fault.

One where Bruce got another one of his kids killed.

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Hoenstly, i'd like to work on this au? If that's like fine?

I'll try to make some designs and maybe like some draws, if i get to, a series of one-shots

Oh, and if you non-latam people want to know more about la llorona, well, there's a kids animated movie :D is called "La leyenda de la llorona" pretty sure you can find it with subtitles (always better than dub tbh) it's part of a saga on mexican leyends too, can watch the others if it calls your attention, they're fun