#I was ok until they cut to A DIFFERENT ANGLE oh my

[cinematicexcursions]

AY YO WHAT THE FUCK

Please tell me y’all have seen this! I’m going absolutely feral! You CANNOT convince me that they haven’t done this before 😏 The way Cathy says “oh Mamí!” and Rhea says “Oh Cathy” is so HOT!

Screen recorded from Cathy Kelley’s X account 

[stealingyourbones]

Question! I have been getting into DC comics cuz of dpxdc, and I saw your tags on frank Miller on a recent post. One of my irl friends told me to read the dark knight returns and while it was occasionally hard to follow I assumed that was a result of when it was written rather than who wrote it? But I did overall enjoy it.

I guess what I'm asking is why you say frank Miller is a bad writer when it seems like the dark knight returns was so acclaimed?

(I saw the nazi thing too but that's something I can google so while it's news to me it's not my main question)

ok so. A lot of this is my personal opinion and I'm not too equipped to say shit about this because I'm not very political but I'm going to give it my best shot. Put under a cut so folks who don't want to hear about comic ranting can simply scroll past

I’m just gonna write a quick thing for the Nazi stuff, He isn't exactly a Nazi but boy oh boY does he set off many warning flags. Frank Miller is also the writer of the comic 300, if that sounds familiar that's because the movie you're probably thinking of is indeed based off these comics. The Spartan's ideology helped create the baselines of Fascism. Fascism is a pretty leading cause of commentary in Frank Millers work. In Batman: The Dark Knight he is a fascist. In Hard Boiled there's swastikas in the background every so often. (I even went back to reread it just to make sure and yep. they definitely were there) In 300 there's a shitton of Fascism... I could go on but still. His comics are incredibly gorey, have a discussion about a world gone wrong that can only be changed using force and weaponry (the whole Dark Knight "I am a surgeon" monologue for example), and the fact that he has Fascism as the main point of nearly all of the comics he's written... it doesn't sit right with me and it's a consistent pattern.

Now, onto the bad writing. I must firstly preface that these are my own opinions and that I didn't grow up reading Frank Miller's work. I think he was a good writer but isn't one anymore. His writing did incredible things for DC and you can see his influence in Batman even today. Works I've read and enjoyed of his are: Daredevil, Batman Year One, and Dark Knight. Nowadays you'll see many folks like myself talk about how Frank Miller has fallen off the deep end. A vast majority of Frank Miller's comics have reoccurring themes: politics, fascism, extreme violence, and so so much weaponry. Politics is in every comic book. There is no unpolitical comic, there ARE comics that are batshit wild with their politics and that's what I'm talking about. I'll get back to this later. He wrote many good comics, ones that first come to mind are Daredevil , Wolverine, Batman: Dark Knight, Batman: Year One, Sin City, Ronin, and 300. All of these comics are still credited by folks as amazing comics and hell, I recommend folks to read them go and check them out. Then 9/11 happened. That along with rampant alcoholism. Those reoccurring themes I mentioned? They become exponentially more blatant in his works. Especially on the political angle. You can see the difference between his works from pre and post 9/11. If you read Dark Knight and Dark Knight 2 back to back. It's night and day. He even made a comic during the post 9/11 panic called Holy Terror. The comic's title was originally pitched as Holy Terror, Batman! with the Gotham hero himself as the main character but it swiftly denied by DC, denied being published by DC, and changed to what it is now. The basic plot of this comic: A Vigilante named The Fixer fights Al-Qaeda after attacking Empire City. He doesn't even mention the word Al-Qaeda until 80 pages into a 150 page comic. The comic is some INCREDIBLY blatant post 9/11 propaganda that's ridiculously Islamophobic and anti-muslim. That isn't even my opinion, Frank Miller has said that's what this comic was. It is scattered with a ridiculous amount of hate speech written by a hate fueled man in 2007. Now onto comics that you'd more likely read. All Star Batman and Robin (2005). Oh boy. Let's compare shall we? Batman Dark Knight Returns (1986)

All Star Batman & Robin, The Boy Wonder #1 (2005)

mind you this is as Dick is being driven to GCPD for questioning RIGHT AFTER HIS PARENTS DIED. He gets kidnapped by Bruce out of the police car. Not calmed in his arms after the murder and brought to the manor. Kidnapped. All Star Batman & Robin, The Boy Wonder #2 (2005)

( a brief intermission of this sickass pose of a shirtless Alfred Pennyworth comforting Vicky Vale)

now back to the kidnapping:

[Skipping Bruce getting chased by the GCPD, Jumping the Batmobile ONTOP of a GCPD car, and laughing and talking to his car all the while Dick is absolutely terrified. They then use boosters that propel the Batmobile into the sky.]

Smashcut to #4 where they actually enter the Batcave.

I don't even think I need to explain myself. This is Spider-Man: One More Day levels of mischaracterization. Like seriously. Bruce kidnapping Dick after his parents were killed? Calling him a retard and hitting him during the aftermath (we can go on about how in 2005, the r slur was used commonly but this was just out of pocket), Leaving him in the cold batcave and told to eat rats? Frank Miller used to write some incredible works. Nowadays his writing is as decent as Rob Liefeld's art.

[chaotic-minds-think-alike]

Can you please talk about how you 3D model? I love your style and as an aspiring 3d modeller myself the dragon models you make are just so satisfying!! love the khepra (they can do no wrong)

Thank you!! I’d love to talk about it ,,

So I learned how to 3D model by following a roblox game studio called Sonar Studios a few years ago. The lead developer makes speedModeling videos on youtube if you'd like to reference those. Back then I could only learn by visuals and trying to figure out what they were doing but eventually after self teaching myself, I was able to become a trial dev for them and learn with them!! So what I’ll be talking about closely reflects their style of modeling.

First, I have this old Google slides I made of the basics of blender (program I use)(you can ignore the parts about roblox)

But before that, I want to share how my models started out (after a bit of eyeballing)

This guy looks good visually UNTIL you look at his wireframe... oh boy... Some issues I can name here are: modifiers not applied, unoptimized, seems kinda lazily done

BUT! I wanted to continue modeling due to the idea of having "digital action figures of my designs" which is super fun lol. So I practiced here and there and now I'm pretty comfortable where I'm at but I wont pass up the opportunity to learn new things about blender!

(wings hidden for convenience) You can see now, this guy is MUCH cleaner looking compared to that model from 2021. I want to say though, the only modifier I don't apply unless I'm going to rig the model is the Mirror modifier.

OPTIMIZATION. IS. IMPORTANT! (and so is making sure your model looks clean on the wireframe level)

Look at the stats of both these models! The left is the model from 2021 while the right is the model from 2024... huge difference! That's because I learned how to optimize! Detail of your model plays a huge part in this too but you can see that visually, both appear to be just as detailed. (Lower numbers usually means better BUT do not over-optimize because it can make your model look lower quality. Clean up your model the best you can while retaining as much original quality as possible! it is OK to cut out some design elements, for example if you have a really complex splotch pattern, depending on how detailed, it's ok to get rid of smaller and less important patterns as long as you keep close to the original shape to preserve quality.)

Some things of note before I move on:

The way I apply materials in the google slides is outdated (in my style) and now I follow this tutorial (I also change my model ref sheets to include gradient palettes if I need them)

I DO THIS AS A HOBBY! Not everything I do is perfect and that's okay!

I ALWAYS simplify my ref sheets to make them easier to model (it is OK to have a super detailed design as long as there's no super tiny details you wont notice)(additionally, if your design is detailed and your numbers start to go up, don't worry)

I have a natural eye for 3D shapes which is why modeling comes easy to me but if you struggle with only a side view of your subject then draw/reference more angles!

Also... you didn't ask but I want to touch back on the idea of "digital action figures" with the basics of rigging your model

I follow this tutorial but specifically the section on "rigid rigging" because weight painting is still a mystery to me. I know it's important.. but because I don't use my models besides personal use, my rigging abilities are super messy lol. I don't name my bones unless it's for symmetry reasons. Something also of note is when I'm ready to rig my model, I split it. Basically meaning I turn it from a figure to an action figure by giving it ball joints! (this part is probably the most tedious and boring)

In this style of modeling, your joints may never be perfect but it doesn't matter, you learn to love it.

[fosermi]

since animation is literally your major, is there any details from the Sonic X Shadow generations clip we saw today that you might want to talk about?

OK SO major spoilers under the cut for the preview of the Sonic x Shadow gen prolouge

i was WAY too busy fangirling to give a proper analysis BUT when it does come out fully i might just do one, also please take note im still in my second year of studying to be an animator so these are purely my opinion. for now i can point out a few things that i genuinely want to talk about.

first thing that stood out to me was that 2D-3D style of animation, definitely something i dont think we've seen be done for the franchise before (correct me if im wrong) and it reminds me so much of RWBY in a way. There were some bits that, to me, looked choppy BUT THEN AGAIN those were the parts that needed to be choppy for emphasis reasons, specifically it was at the start where Shadow is having some sort of break down. its obvious from how choppy his movements are in comparison to the smoothness of the rest of the preview that shadow was genuinely shaking. with that 2D-3D style that choppyness looks janky as fuck but its so perfect for conveying how uptight and bottled up shadow's emotions are. its so hard to try and capture what im saying but trust me its there!!

second thing i wanna point out are the camera angles. they shift so much to serve the dramatization of the scenes and its so ���JUICY✨like i shit you not, i cant stop staring at the different camera angles and going "oooohhh ahhhhh" and trying to rationalize the reasoning for those angles because HOLY SHIT they're so good and they actually do serve a really good cinematic purpose!! its easy for people to get lost in the changing of perspectives and camera angles but this? oh this does it so good that it actually drives the plot FORWARD instead of it seeming like separate scenes mashed together.

third thing I'll point out is the scene color shifts. when doing something cinematic, ambiance is key. so when the scene shifted from this soft and comforting blue hues

to this eerie red so suddenly with our only warning being a slight shaking of the screen??

that made it such a surprise that it gets the viewer on alert!! a good thing!!!

now i can go on and on about the different colors for each scene but let me just touch up on this one scene in specific:

it quickly goes from hopeful gold/good light to ominous black/no light, very contrasting, which can mean oh so many things... most notably; maria's hope vs shadow's resolve.

fourth thing ill touch up on are the frames where shadow runs. specifically the one where he runs out of frame from maria.

we get almost 1 frame of a model and then...

these frames here? chefs kiss, perfect. showing us just how fast shadow really is, so fast that we the light from his airshoes doesnt catch up until a fraction of a second later!!! even the glow in the doorway changes to reflect that short millisecond split.

fifth thing ill point out and its a small little thing thats making me absolutely rabid:

he fucking glows.

and yeah, sure, you can argue that its bounce light, its most probably is bounce light since its under harsh light conditions BUT if that was the case the glow wouldnt be this vibrant of a shade and it would give an aura and not specifically on his markings. just a little thing i noticed that i will get to screaming about when i post this.

last thing i wanna touch up on is the sound effects. they were just so very crunchy and pared up with the animation style?? oh it was delicious!! i have some issues with the lip sync but then again they were trying to go for an anime/western cartoon hybrid style here so its bound to be off on the lip sync.

anyway, thanks for listening to my silly ramblings, its nothing too impressive just a fangirl fangirling. now if you'll excuse me, ill go scream to the eclipse nation about glowing hedgehog.

[chibishortdeath]

Whenever I do pose studies it’s usually with Simon—

Explaining them all under a cut as per usual :3

Most of these are based on stock photos lol. I ran into a set of them that was just people in business suits being absolutely distraught and lmao yeah. Simon can be a little pathetic if he wants to, we all are sometimes. Anyway I picked this one specifically for the high heels. I think Simon would be the kind of guy to have a panic attack in Dracula’s castle and somehow not roll his ankle in his heeled boots even once 💀💀💀. Idk what else to say about this one uhhhhhhhhhhhh—

Simon seconds after being cursed with the knives subweapon right before a boss battle. Especially annoying because he had the cross boomerang, basically fills the role of knives but way way better 😔…… also noooo I forgot to draw the sword on his belt 💀. I’ve been trying to keep that consistent, even if the Belmonts like don’t really use the sword at all lmao. I’ve always assumed that it’s probably canonically Leon’s sword, of course before Leon was created as a character it was likely just generic sword or sword from a then unnamed ancestor, but yeah. I like to think Simon uses it for like really tough close combat situations, either that or it’s just a back up in case anything happens. It’s also just really fun resting your hand on a sword sometimes hmmm very practical hand rest—

Two more various defeated poses. The top one is practically just his death pose from like was it chronicles that has him lay flat all the way—? No… ok most of his death poses have him with his ass in the air X,,,,,,,,D. He dies in a faceplant with his knees a little inward just right so that he’s making a perfect quarter circle shape on the ground lol. But I do remember seeing one death animation where he lays flat hmmm what game was it…… it’s not CV4 is it… hmm what mystery. Also I just noticed that I haven’t been drawing a part in his hair until recently??? Idk why not lol it’s something. Tbh drawing the top part of his hair is stupid difficult because I over exaggerate his bangs and I don’t want them to clash or bleed into each other, otherwise the top of his head is kinda hard to see (X X ). But this top angle of it isn’t too bad to draw :3

Another one, still stock photos so far. This one unfortunately his hands got all smudged up (-_- ;). Also his hair ended up covering all of the neck anatomy I drew R.I.P.

Finally, one with his face in view— He’s praying.. and giving a little side eye… kinda. Idk this was also a stock photo X,,,,D. Tried to make sure his headband tails where in these as much as possible cause I missed drawing them—

Another dynamic stock photo pose, this time not in that group of business person ones! It might have been a different weapon in the original image tho, but I made it the family sword :3. Then ironically I realized I had been forgetting the whip multiple times 💀💀💀. Idk maybe the context for these is that he was in a really difficult battle and got the whip (and eventually the sword) knocked out of his hand, that’s why he’s so freaked out rn too ig. He’s also got knife subweapon oh no pray for my man he’s struggling— And that bottom silly doodle says “glubtupis wepple” which is a caption I saw on a cat meme somewhere I think I don’t remember tbh 💀💀💀💀💀💀

This says “Willem Dafoe ass pose” because indeed this is a pose from Willem Dafoe. He did this once— I should draw Simon in Willem Dafoe poses like that page I made of him as various Jerma poses hmmmmm—

Suddenly very unrelated Simon’s Quest doodle that just so happens to be on the same sketchbook page, so it’s invited too. The text says “excuse me do you know where—“ “beat your fucking head in 💖🌈😇” “thanks! I’ll consider it!” and this was drawn based on that guy who says “go to Deborah Cliff, hit your head, and make a hole” and at like 1 am lol. That’s such a sentence tho like, anyway you read it is like not good 💀💀💀. He might be saying “beat your head in” or, uh, considering it’s a cliff— I need to replay the game again and actually write about it aaaaaaaaaaa, I have so many ideas (>< ). There’s also random chibi head angles above it for practice.

I saw a cute nightgown on Pinterest and immediately put Simon in it and I was right, he does look cute in it. It was also a really good practice for drawing fabric textures!!! Especially the ruffles on the bottom, they’re very loosely sewn, pretty far apart, subtle gathering— it wasn’t intentional, but you can kinda see his silhouette through the fabric a little so uh just imagine that it’s a thin fabric and light is going through it :3. The second doodle is him in other more modern pajamas. Shorts, t shirt, socks, the usual. I love how I drew his mouth in this one he’s so cute asdfghjkl (〃ω〃). These were both doodles done while I was sleepy so the sleepy vibes came through in them pretty well I think—

Another tiny doodle of that nightgown. You can either take it as him wearing one of Selena’s nightgowns or that Simon just has a cute, tiny, semi sheer, little, frilly nightgown of his own, both are very valid options—

[satureja13]

Beltane 2024 Prequel is -> here

Oh! They went to Otherworld's Tartosa to celebrate Beltane! It's almost a year since they spent their holidays here after Summer Solstice.

This was their first 'interotherworldly' travel and it took some time until Noxee arrived with the others. Greg, Vlad, Jeb and Kiyoshi had been so worried. But it's also awkward to meet again after all these weeks since Ostara. Sai was so out of his head to see Jeb again, he didn't even put on shoes... Poor Ji Ho doesn't take this way of travelling well. As soon as he stepped out of the TukTuk, Vlad was by his side and asked him if he was ok. Ji Ho felt still dizzy. But it's so good to be held by Vlad. With his conscious damped down, his body (and the Bond) took over and he tried to kiss Vlad, but Vlad turned away - again... Ji Ho whimpered from the loss.

They went to the beach and as soon as Ji Ho was in the water, he felt so much better.

Noxee and Greg took 'their kids' - Saiwa and Jack - with them. Ji Ho needs a some time to recover from the ride before he can cast his Siren's Song to take the discomfort from being together off of them. And Ji Ho, Vlad, Kiyoshi and Jeb went to swim in the ocean. Let's hope the therapy shows some effects soon. Look how sad they are.

Noxee forced Greg and Jack to have some 'father and son' time hahaha

And she distracted Saiwa from fretting over Jeb by chatting about fashion and how they'd dress up the Boys for this evening.

Later, Greg treated them for lunch. The way he looks at his Noxee :3

And since Greg is also involved in Jack's healing process, they told him that one of Jack's big rash spots vanished. Saiwa: "This is a good sign, right? He will get over Kiyoshi and won't die, right?" Noxee: "It is a good sign and I don't think he'll die from it, but..." Saiwa: "What? You told us the Alpha bond between them will be cut." Greg: "The alpha bond is cut. But he is still your fated mate, Jack. This can't be cut." Jack: "What? But this isn't real! Why didn't you tell me?"

Noxee: "Because you didn't tell us. Greg tried everything he could for you and it drained him to safe you from suffering even more and from dying. Youre acting like a child, Jack. He doesn't deserve your hate." Greg: "That's what I told you months before. Unlike you, I can sense your fated bond and I do understand why Kiyoshi wanted to keep it a secret to keep you and the others safe, so I said nothing. And that's why I told you to become stronger. No one can hurt you mentally if you don't allow it, Jack. And I told you that a relationship is hard work. You will always be connected to him. But you decide how it's going to be, too. Work hard on your mental health to step out of that victim role. You are the Super Soldier and you do have these abilities. Unlock them." (When you hear this, you'd like to punch Greg in the face, right? That was/is one of the hardest lessons in my life. And I got so, so angry when people told me this. And it was painful to learn that I had my doings in letting myself getting hurt. It still is (took me decades), but it's worth to learn how to avoid it - if you're ready for it. It's a treasure box you already carry with you and it contains the power to ask yourself: Do I want to allow this person to hurt me? Do I want to allow them power over my feelings?)

Noxee: "If you try to see things from a different angle, Kiyoshi isn't the bad boy you want him to be. He did everything he did out of love for Jack and all of you. Yes, he made mistakes, like all of us. And yes, he caused you pain. But he didn't mean it and he paid for it - and still does. This Therapy Game is a great chance for you to sort things out now safely and grow. Use it. You can't run away forever, Jack. You'll have to face your demon." Well, that's not what they wanted to hear... Seems Jack is stuck to Kiyoshi... (We already know that because adult Jack and Kiyoshi are still a couple.)

'Como si nuestro tiempo no hubiera pasado ya Dime, dónde estamos qué podrá pasar Corazones flechados, pero de cada cual Esa es la barrera que hay que derribar Estoy pensando en ti. Estoy pensando en mí'

'Like our time hasn't yet passed. Tell me, where are we? What could happen? Hearts bound by an arrow, but, To each other That's the barrier that must be demolished I am thinking of you. I am thinking of me.' (translated from italian to english/not by me ^^') Eros Ramazotti & Tina Turner - Cosas de la Vida

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[easy-goer-db]

Part 4. A Big Change

All characters are fictional and of age.

Part 4

I wasn’t laying there for very long before Paulina’s phone pinged. At least I wasn’t going to have too long to know my fate.

Ping. Ping. Ping.

That’s a lot of pings.

Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping.

A lot of pings.

Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping.

She just looked down at her phone giggling. I wish I could see what they were saying. I wish I could know who she sent that too. She was typing out messages too.

Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping.

I guess the girls were feeling pretty passionate about this. Nothing quite like when a group chat pops off, eh?

The pinging stopped and she put down her phone.

“Well, well, well. I have good news diaper boy. The girls said that you are going to get that dwoopy diapee changed.”

Thank goodness.

“Tank you M-“

“Ah ah ah.” She cut me off.

“Let me finish baby boy. Or do I have to put your paci back in? Hmmm?”

I shook my head.

“Yes crinkle bum. Mommy is going to put you in a fresh diapee. The girls said you did a nice job begging.”

I thought I did a pretty good job.

“But you did say that you’d do anything for your change, didn’t you super soaker?”

I nodded. I did say that. Oh dear.

“Well Maya said that you could have a change if I took lots of pictures of the change.”

I didn’t love that.

“Then Aurora said that taking pictures would be a pain and that I should take a video of the whole thing.”

I really didn’t love that.

“Then Paige said that would probably be a lot of work too.”

Thank you Paige.

“So she suggested that I setup my camera and start a zoom call, so they can just watch the whole thing live.”

Dammit Paige.

“We all agreed that would be the best way. That way they can give Mommy ideas! Isn’t that just wonderful crinkle butt?”

It wasn’t. But I really wanted a change.

“Yes, Mommy. Dat a good idea.”

“Good baby boy. Can you hang on for one more minute in your saggy pamper while Mommy sets up the camera?”

“Yes Mommy, I wait.”

She walked out of the bedroom. She came back in with a tablet and its stand. She set it up on the bureau.

“Hmmm. Is this the best angle? Let’s see.”

The screen came to light. I could see myself clearly hitched up to the bedposts by my mittens and the bedframe by my leash. My diaper was totally bulging. My plastic pants were bursting.

“Hmmm. But is that where you’ll be changed? Hmmm. I think I need to move the baby.”

She walked over the headboard. She unlocked one of my mittened hands. She walked to the other side and unlocked the other. She pulled my leash.

“Don’t move until Mommy says so. Understand.”

“Yes Mommy, I undertand.”

“Good baby.”

She went to the storage bin and pulled out a different changing mat than last night. She spread it on the side of the bed. She came back over, unclipped the leash from the bed frame, and gave me a tug.

“Come on diaperkins. Get on your changing mat.”

The layers of the diapers, the weight of wetness and the fact that I hadn’t really moved in awhile made it quite the struggle to even sit up or rollover. Paulina just giggled as I thrashed around. I finally got up to something resembling all 4s and dragged myself towards the changing mat. Diaper drooping and squishing the whole way. I finally got there. She yanked my leash.

“Hold on baby pants.”

She swatted my squishy butt. She moved back to the bureau and re-positioned the tablet.

“Hmmm. I think this angle will work. Okay silly soaker. Get on your back. It’s almost time for your changee.”

I managed to flop down and rollover. I looked over to the tablet. My entire body was visible even with Paulina at my legs. She did find a good angle.

“Ok baby. Almost time. I just have to start the call.”

She walked over to the tablet. A few swipes and taps later.

“Hi girls!”

“Hi Paulina!”

“Hey girl.”

“Or should we say ‘Hi Mommy’?

They all started laughing.

“This is such a great idea ladies. Are you ready to see the baby?” Paulina asked.

It was a chorus of “Yes”.

“Ok, here he is.”

Paulina stepped away. I couldn’t make out anything in particular. It was just a series of ‘awws’, ‘adorable’, and laughter.

“Isn’t he just the most pathetic pamper baby boy?” Paulina asked.

There was widespread agreement and laughter.

“Okay dumb diaper boy. Say hi to Auntie Maya.”

“Hi Auntie Maya.”

“Hi super soaker.” She mockingly replied.

“Hahaha. And say hi to Auntie Paige.”

“Hi Auntie page.”

“Hi crinkle pants.” Paige said condescendingly.

“Haha. Ok. And say hi to Auntie Aurora.”

“Hi Auntie Auwowa.”

“Hewo diapee woser.” Aurora retorted in baby talk. It sent them all into a fit of laughter again.

“Ok. Let’s get started.” Paulina clasped her hands together.

She unzipped my footed PJs all the way to my lower leg. She guided my foot out. She then helped get my other foot out. She put her hand under my back and raised my ever so slightly to pull the PJs off the top of my shoulder. She helped me get my mittened hand out of the sleeve. She did the exact same thing on my other side. She rolled me ever so slightly to bunch of the PJs and pull them away. I was now just in my diapers and pink plastic pants. She put the PJs in a hamper she’d setup next to the bed.

“Ok snookums. Let’s start getting these pwastic panties off y-“

She stopped. She looked over to the bed side table where my phone was ringing.

“Hold on dumb dumb. Hold on girls. I bet get this.”

Did she really have to? I wasn’t going to say a word.

“Yes hello. Oh yes? Oh of course. I can talk. Just hold on.”

She dramatically pressed the mute button on the phone.

“This is a very important call. Girls, I need to take this. Will you keep an eye on super soaker while I do?”

They all agreed.

“Okay baby boy. Mommy is just going to the other room. Are you going to miss her?”

“Yes Mommy. I miss you.”

That prompted another round of laughter.

“Well to pwove it. I want you to make little kicky legs and say your goo goo ga ga’s for your aunties while Mommy is away. Understand.”

“Yes Mommy. Goo goo ga ga.”

Her friends roared with laughter. So did she. She unmuted the phone still laughing.

“Hehe. Yes. Oh great.”

She walked out of the room. She closed the door behind. I could hear her voice. But had no idea what she was saying. It was heard to hear her voice at all over my baby noises and her friends ongoing mockery.

Paulina wasn’t gone for long. She opened the door and re-entered the room with some spring in her step and a bottle in her hand.

“Now. Where were we? Oh yes. Getting little dumb dumb out of his wet diapees. And giving him another baba. Legs up baby boy.”

She placed the bottle in my lips. A grasped it with my mittened hands. She very carefully peeled off my plastic pants. Some liquid did trickle onto my inner thigh and onto the changing mat. She placed the plastic pants into a plastic bag and brought that into the bathroom. She back into the bedroom and unstrapped the two cloth diapers. Those went into the hamper with the PJs. She untaped every diaper and pulled the fronts between my legs. But left the padding under my butt. Finally when I was completely exposed, she pushed my legs up and transferred all the sodden diapers into a garbage bag. There I was completely naked on camera in front of her friends. I didn’t have long to consider that position.

“Otay, let’s get the baby cleaned up.”

She must have used every wipe in the package. From my forehead to my pinky toes. She wiped and cleaned every inch of my body. It actually felt good.

“Okay silly soaker. Let’s get your new diapee on you on.”

She pulled out one of the plain white diapers and slid it under me.

“Don’t forget the oil!” Paige chimed in.

“We don’t want his getting a wittle wash.” Aurora taunted.

“Oh, of course.” Paulina said in agreement.

She gave me a very dramatic oiling. Squirted a generous amount on me. She spent a good chunk of time playing with me and teasing me while rubbing the oil in. The girls howled as they watched me get excited.

“Oh my god. He loves this!” Cried Maya.

“He weally does. Don’t you diaper dummy?” Paulina mused.

“Yes Mommy, I wuv getting my diapee changed.”

More laughter that had been the soundtrack of my last few minutes.

“Don’t forget the powder Mommy.” Exclaimed Maya.

“Oh yes. He needs lots of powder.” Paulina replied.

She hit my diaper area with an avalanche of powder. It filled the air and poofed everywhere as she patted it in. Finally she was satisfied.

“Okay crinkle pants. Here it comes.”

In a few swift motions the diaper was pulled up and fastened around my waist. She gave my balls a thorough patting through the padding and admired her work. My body must have relaxed knowing that it was encased in padding once again, because…

“Hahaha. Girls! He’s already making a tinkle.”

Uproarious laughter from the tablet.

“I keep telling you. He’s just such a pamper pisser. He doesn’t even know what dry is. What do you think? Does he need another?”

A chorus of yesses. Within moments. The second layer was applied.

“Another?”

Another chorus of yesses. It didn’t take long for her to tape me in a 3rd layer.

“Another one girls?”

There was no argument. I was very quickly strapped into a 4th layer.

“How about one more girls?”

They all agreed. Paulina paused.

“Hmmm…actually. What do you think diaper dumb dumb? Do you need another diapee?”

“Yes Mommy. Pwease add another diapee.”

Her friends couldn’t control themselves. They just laughed and cooed through the tablet.

“If you say so crinkle butt.”

It was effortless for her to apply a 5th diaper. She stepped back. She wasn’t done.

“Ok baby. Roll over on your tummy.”

I rolled over. She placed her hand on my lower back. She turned to the camera.

“Girls. I need your help. I’ve got my marker here. What should we write on his padded bum bum.”

The suggestions came in fast and furious. “Diaper Loser”, “Pamper Pisser”, “Super Soaker”, “Tiny Tinkler”, but it was all settled when Maya blurted out. “Dumb Dumb Diaper Baby”. Their laughter made it clear that was a winner. Paulina leaned over and slowly wrote in big block letters. When she was done. She yanked my leash.

“Ok Dumb Dumb Diaper Baby. Stand up and put your bum in front of the camera, so the girls can see it clearly.”

I stood up. She immediately swatted my bottom.

“March…or should I say waddle.”

I waddled the short distance and stood in front of the camera, so they could all see. It was no surprise that they found it very amusing. They found it even more amusing when I flooded my diaper again.

“Awee. He wanted to show us how true the writing on his bum bum was.” Teased Paige.

Before I could even consider the taunt. Paulina yanked my leash.

“Bend over baby boy. Mittens on the bed.”

I complied. She ran her hands down my legs. She stopped when got to my left foot.

“Foot up diaper dummy.”

I lifted my foot. She slid something over my ankle.

“Foot down super soaker.”

I put it down. She moved over to my right food.

“Foot up little loser.”

She slid something around my right ankle.

“Back down.”

I complied. She grabbed the fabric and pulled it up my legs. I put the pieces together as she slid the garment over my diaper. It was too late to fight. It was probably too late long ago, but…

Click. Click.

And just like that a yellow locking diaper cover enveloped my large 5 layer diaper.

She dangled the keys in front of my face and then dangled them at the tablet.

“You see. Mommy is always in control. What do you think girls is it time to get the baby dressed?”

The chorus of yes of extremely clear.

“Should Mommy find an outfit that is matchy?”

No dispute from the ‘chat’.

She clipped my leash back to the bedframe. For the first time since yesterday. The locking mittens were removed from my hands.

“This blue just won’t do.”

I didn’t have yellow locking mittens. But I did have yellow mittens. Those were applied right away. She spanked my bottom.

“On the bed baby. All fours.”

I climbed onto the bed. Before I knew it, yellow booties were slipped onto my feet.

“Now I think I have just the onesie. Stand up baby boy. Face the camera.”

I knew I had a few yellow onesies. Neither were a good option. Paulina stood between me and camera.

“Hands up baby boy.”

She pulled the onesie over my head, helped me pull my arms through, and straightened out the front. She stepped away to reveal me to her friends. The words, “Mommy’s Dumb Diaper Baby” were on full display.

“Isn’t it precious?” Paulina asked.

I didn’t think the giggling and cooing could get any louder, but it did. Paulina pushed me back onto the bed and snapped the onesie across my crotch as her friends joyfully cheered her on. She turned back to the camera.

“What do you think girls? What’s missing?”

It was barely a heartbeat.

“His paci!” Paige retorted.

“Oh my goodness. How could I forget?” Paula said.

She plucked a large yellow pacifier and plopped it into my mouth. I thought that was it. It wasn’t.

“Oh, he needs one more thing to complete his outfit.”

What else could there be? That question was answered quickly. I turned my head just in time for Paulina to wrap a yellow bonnet around my head. The girls approved with cackles. Paulina approved with a smile. I approved by wetting myself again. Paula pulled my leash to sit me up. She sat down on the bed next to me. Both of us facing the camera. She patted her knee.

“Uppy uppy on Mommy’s knee diapee dweeb. Face the camera.”

I did as I was told. She immediately started bouncing me like a baby.

“Ok little loser. Time to thank your aunties for helping with your diaper change. Are you ready?”

I nodded. She pulled out my paci.

“Go ahead baby.”

“Tank you Auntie Paige.”

“You’re welcome Tinkle Pants.”

“Tank you Auntie Auwawa.”

“You’re welcome soggy saggy diapee boy.”

“Tank you Auntie Maya.”

“Of course you widdle waddler.”

Paulina slid the paci back in my mouth.

“Thanks girls. We’ve gotta go. Mommy needs some alone time with baby boy.”

“Bye-see wye-see.”

They all logged off the call.

“See baby boy? Wasn’t that fun? Get used to it.”

[commanderfloppy]

HI FOR THE SHIP ASK id like to know!!

pre relationship 2 and 7 for laurence and faren >:)

love 2, 8 and 9 for tori and tybalt

Oooo you are treating me with so many OwO

2. What was their first impression of each other?

While they definitely met here and there in passing as little kids (noble family connections things), I think their first real interactions would’ve been around the ages of 10-12 when Laurence was forced to go to a big party right after his mother and brother disappeared. 

Faren’s impression was ‘Oh NO! I see a beautiful girl who’s all alone at this party and looks incredibly forlorn! I Must remedy that!!”

And Laurence's was: ‘Why is this guy talking to me? He’s trying so hard he’s weird.. He is the only one not gossiping about my mother though…that’s nice.”

Bonus! Faren’s first impression of Laurence’s alter-ego ‘Marquess Papillion’: “Who is this dashing magician? How DARE he take all the attention of Fair Maidens and lads who I am trying to woo!”

7. What would their lives be like if they had never met?

I feel like Faren’s life would be pretty unchanged, though I do think meeting Laurence later (while he’s doing all that humanitarian work with the group™(I need to give their asses a name)) maybe increased his desire to help others and do similar things. 

Laurence’s life might’ve been a little, maybe not changed but delayed? I feel like his interactions with Faren helped him feel more reassured in himself and determined to not be some pawn to his father. Without those interactions he probably wouldn’t have gone against his father/gotten disowned as soon, who knows maybe it would’ve been delayed until evidence was found about his father later (by Tori and Logan) and he only would’ve gone against him when it was clear he had help (as a witness or assisting in finding information). 

Also I have a feeling that his deeper and ‘romantic’ interactions with Faren as both a girl and a guy really did solidify his realization of ‘oh I am definitely not a girl.’

Putting the tori and tyb ones under the cut bc this stuff got long

2. What are their primary love languages?

Tori is an acts of service kind of person, you do stuff for them you care about him, he really feels it. And when he loves you he will also show that by doing things for you (both big and small).

Tybalt is probably words of affirmation, at least a bit. I mean look at this poor man his self-esteem is in shambles, he is definitely not used to getting compliments or being reassured in himself at all. (I mean he literally has that one line ‘And because I'm not used to it’ (in relation to flattery)

8. Who’s better at comforting the other?

I think they’re both pretty good at comforting each other, but Tybalt does probably win this one. 

Especially back when Tori was still getting used to the whole uhh..missing limbs thing. Whenever Tori would have sleepless nights, getting aches and phantom limb pains, he would always curl her up in a big fuzzy embrace which always made her feel better. (even before they got together)

9. Who’s more protective?

Tori, 100%.  

I mean you have to be in order to fling yourself head first into danger to save someone. Tori very much always has Tybalts back, and he has hers too but there is a place where they really differ. 

When someone is mean to Tori they’re usually just like ‘haha yeah,’ Tybalt gets upset but he’s more focused on trying to keep any conflict from happening (Because if Tori can’t get past it with being a silly little guy he will get mean and maybe violent back). 

When someone is mean to Tybalt, Tori is ready to throw hands. Tybalt will try to stop them, be like ‘It’s ok I’m used to it’ but that just makes them more angry. HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO MY MAN, SO WHAT IF HE DOESN’T MEET YOUR STUPID STANDARDS! SHUT THE FUCK UP! 

It also doesn't help that Tybalt tends to get a bit of flack from multiple angles and their relationship also adds to the fire. (Racist)Humans will be uncomfortable with him being a charr, a lot of charr will be mad at him for being a ‘gladium’ or ‘soft’. When Tori and him are together it gets a lot of bad looks. It’s not that bad when they’re places like Lion’s Arch, where the city is very diverse, but when they’re places like Divinity’s Reach, the Citadel, or gods forbid Ebonhawke, it can get pretty rough. 

Anyways this got very long but to sum it up, Tori will destroy anyone who is mean to his special little man.

[wait----------what]

- ok but that cut scene where the gremlin got freed from the safe was waaaaay funnier than it had any right to be

- awwww oswald made a house for mickey in ostown? that's so swee- oh wait nvr mind the implementation of him hopin mickey would be forgotten have made this waaaay less wholesome

- i- I think I just gave the ok for a murder?? like I thought I was just skippin through dialogue n hit a accidentally n one of the gremlins just disappears into the house n only comes out after a lotta bashin sounds + a scream (?)

plus the phone was gone when I went back in n all that was left was a gear soooooo. . .oops

- gods damn that view angle i can't see shit cause it keeps bashin against the wall behind like I wanna see whats trynna kill me thank you very much

-awwwww what cute lil babie- NOT CUTE I REPEAT NOT CUTE WHY DO THEY MERGE TOGETHER WHY THE FUCK IS IT SO BIG???

- alright so thats what happens when they see me at a distance, wonder what happens if the lil bunnies crowd around m- did those fuckers just throw me over board??? Oswald get your mini army under control man

- ok but goin thru the oswald cartoons as challenges was sooo fuckin cool, like I knew about trolly troubles right off the bat cause its one of the more referenced ones but I wasn't expectin the medieval one to be there n I had no clue about the war one until I was dumped into it. like the level of care n detail that went into that was bloody insane like I unlocked the knight cartoon not too long after n it was so cool to see how different bits n pieces of it that went into that platformer, a bunch of it was stuff I'd completely forgotten about too

-OSWALD :D

- oz you dramatic lil bitch I saw you paceing before I showed up I know you were waitin for juuuust the right moment to spin around

- oop looks like mickey's finally figured out he's the fuckin problem

- oof goofy's seen better days, he's really lost it since the thinner disaster

- wait was thay doing collar side quest a reference to the dog from the carousel of progress??

- oh my fuck the submarine bein how you get to tomorrow land (city whatever the fuck) is so bloody cool as an enby that loves their steampunk shit seein that thing actually do somethin was great

- hey that is the carousel of progress!! there's even that bloody song playin in the background! shame that those characters weren't there im pretty sure they could be considered forgotten at this stage cause the only reason I knew about it was cause we were hidin from fire works

I'll be honest im playing this game as an animation nerd first n a gamer second (if the fact thay the only other games I've talked about on here weren't to do with animation of some kind) but this game is actually pretty good so far, like honestly for the things that got chucked onto the wii from Disney about that time its been pretty good (plus really diggin how oswald has a genuine reason to resent mickey instead of bein jealous for the sake of it, havin a constant reminder of you brothers success that has literally become a mountain cant have made those feelings any easier)

I just started playin epic mickey for the first time (I thought I'd played it before but idk if I ever managed to get that far in wo my brother wantin to play ( he basically just wanted to watch me play it a la lets play style) that stupid princess game

Soooo lets get this shit on the road like I did for batdr

- mickey you dick

- its nice for a tutorial where you can actually die in I've not got one of those in a while n its nice to know that 'don't step in the green stuff' actual means go ahead n jump in it if you like but it ain't gonna be good for you

- OSWALD :D

- oooooh the art style for those cut scenes are fuckin amazin! its kinda a lil grainy like its all been draw in by pencil with a couple stray strokes here n there its so cool!

- so I'm basically doin the same shit the guy from who framed roger rabbit did? ( this one came from my dad since he was in the room doin work cause we'd meant to play em2 cause its a 2 player but it wouldn't start)

- gettin some major undertale vibes from the paint to befriend, thinner to kill thing so far

- holy fuck that projector-travel-platformer is so cool, especially with the edges of the film reel at the side of the screen, would've been cooler if it had the same 2d effect the cut scenes had goin on to really tie the old cartoon vibe together cause mockey kinda stands out in the wii-3d-graphic way

- welp. . .geuss helpin those trapped guys really was useful after all

- all the references to Alice's adventures in wonderland/alice through the looking glass have been real neat so far, like the but at the first cut scene (which given that its happening in the the 'real world makes scence that its the typical style that the rest of the game is in) n the fact that you're followin a rabbit deeper n deeper into this world is super cool!

Idk that's kinda it for now . . . Bye:D

[clue-can-writes]

A Little Appreciation Would Be Nice

Blackpink 5th Member AU

Kill This Love Era

Misaki gets fed up with Blackpink not appreciating her contributions

“MISAKI!”

Misaki jolted awake, immediately feeling the strain in her neck from the position she fell asleep in. She checked her phone, seeing that it was only 7:30.

“MISAKI!”

“YA, WHAT?” Misaki yelled back to Jennie.

“I NEED YOUR HELP WITH SOMETHING!”

Misaki groaned as she pushed herself up, still feeling the tired of her eyes, and started rubbing them. She walked to the girls shared living space.

“I CAN’T FIND MY KEYS AND I NEED TO LEAVE NOW.” Jennie yelled, clearly in distress.

Misaki sighed, and walked over to the key ring she put up so the girls wouldn’t lose their keys.

“Where’s Lisa?” Misaki asked, already knowing the answer.

“She’s learning her solo dance today. Why is that important now?”

“Because Lisa took your keys. Just take Lisa’s and while your out, maybe buy a keychain or a charm that sets yours and Lisa’s keys apart.”

Jennie grabbed the keys, “Thanks Misa! See you tonight!”

And with that, Jennie ran out the door. Normally Misaki didn’t mind when her members asked her to do stuff for them, but it was starting to get on her nerves that no one appreciated it.

Well, at least Jisoo didn’t have anywhere to go today. She and Misaki had planned a girls day today, before tour rehearsal. Misaki loved the girls, but spending alone time with Jisoo was always the best.

Misaki began making breakfast for her and Jisoo, which was always the way they started their girls day. Misaki had just finished making breakfast, when Jisoo came out of her room, fully dressed.

“Oh, I didn’t realize we were going out first! Just give me a few minutes and I’ll go change!” Misaki said, seeing what Jisoo was wearing.

“Sorry, Misa. I’m actually going out to breakfast with a friend. We’ll spend time together later!” Jisoo promised, sending Misaki a smile.

Misaki forced a smiled back, “Yea, definitely. I’ll see you at rehearsal, don’t forget it’s at 3:30!”

“Thanks Misa!”

Misaki sighed as the door closed behind Jisoo. Obviously they could have other plans, but not when both of you had agreed to hang out. She put away all the food she made, having lost her appetite.

But she got excited remembering that Rosé was still here! She was about to go see her, when Rosé’s door slammed open, startling Misaki.

“YOU CAN NOT TELL ME THAT IT’S GOING TO BE POSTPONED! THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT DAYS OF YOUR LIFE AND YOU COMPANY CAN GO TO HELL!” Rosé yelled, putting on her shoes and grabbing her key ring, not even noticing Misaki standing in the kitchen.

Misaki was slightly scared from the doors being slammed, but she quickly got annoyed when she realized that Rosé had grabbed both of the keys that were left, leaving Misaki to be alone in their apartment and no way of leaving.

(Later that day)

“Rosé, your angle is wrong at this move.” Misaki was teaching the Blackpink girls a dance for their tour. Misaki normally learned their choreographies the quickest, so their choreographers trusted her to teach them. “Your arms aren’t getting the right placement, so your movements aren’t hitting the beats. You need to fix that.”

Rosé huffed at Misaki. Misaki looked over her shoulder, “Is something wrong with that?”

“No, nothings wrong with that, but I’d just rather wait for the actual dance experts to be here before someone tells me I’m dancing wrong,” Rosé snapped at Misaki.

Misaki turned back and sighed, already done with this conversation. “Ok, well when they get back, you can ask them. But until they do, I’m teaching it to you.”

“So?”

“So, that means I’m telling you if you’re dancing a move wrong, so you can then fix it.”

“We’ll maybe you shouldn’t tell Rosé that she’s dancing wrong,” Jisoo said, cutting in.

“I didn’t say she was dancing wrong. I gave her a correction. There’s a difference.” Misaki didn’t mean to be rude, but she was frustrated and the attitude all of Blackpink had today was getting on her nerves.

“Ok, everyone let’s just calm down,” Jennie said, trying to ease the tension. “Misa, why don’t you just apologize to Rosé.”

“Why do I have to apologize to her? I am literally the one teaching this dance to you, so why would you not take corrections, since no one else here knows the dance?”

Everyone looked at Misaki like she had grown a 2nd head. Misaki always mediated the conflict and always apologized first, even when it was in no way Misaki’s fault.

“Well, it’s not my problem that you can’t except the fact that you are not a professional dancer!” Rosé basically shouted at Misaki. “You aren’t even the best dancer in this group. And you’re barely the 2nd best!”

Misaki genuinely looked hurt by that. She did have a lot of positions, but people, fans or not, were always telling Misaki that she didn’t deserve her positions.

“You know what,” Misaki started, wanting to yell at Rosé, but she stopped herself. “Fine. If you think that you don’t need me to learn this dance, I’ll leave!”

“Wait, Misa, I don’t think that’s what she meant,” Lisa said, grabbing Misaki’s arm to hold her. “You guys are being too harsh on Misa. She is teaching us the dance and we should be grateful.”

Oh, come on Lisa!” Jisoo said, exasperated. “Literally 5 minutes before she got here you were saying that you thought she taught us the dances badly, and they were so much better when taught by our choreographers.”

Misaki glared at Lisa while she shook her amr out of Lisa’s hold. “Well have a great time learning the dance when none of you know it!”

Misaki was trying to hold back her tears as she stormed out of their practice room. She never did good with conflict and would try her best to calm it down, but she was pissed! It felt like the other members were taking her for granted and she was sick of it!

It was always in the small moments, like telling Misaki that she needed to smile more or ignoring the nice things that Misaki did for them. At times, it felt like YG treated her better than the members did.

She started walking to her favorite place….

(End of Part 1)

(Part 2)

[ejzah]

A/N: A little Densi family story, with a dash of Roberta. Fluff all the way. Oh, except for maybe just a tiny smidge of angst.

***

A Thousand Words

“Oh, and this is one of Marty when he was three,” Roberta shared, flipping to a new page in the aging photo album balanced between her and Rosa’s lap, and pointed to a picture. There was a stack of three more albums in different flower patterns on the other side of the couch.

Kensi leaned over far enough to see a miniature version of Deeks in a blue sweater. His hair was fluffed around his head in a flurry of white blonde curls and he hugged a red car to his chest while he gave the camera a shy, toothy smile. Kensi knew it was a favorite of Roberta’s.

“He was so cute!” Rosa commented, mouth softening with a look that all women seemed to get when they saw baby Marty Deeks.

“Who’s cute?” Deeks asked, coming in from checking the air in his mom’s tires.

“Your mom’s showing Rosa your childhood,” Kensi answered helpfully.

“Oh, that doesn’t bode well. Mama, I thought we talked about this.”

“What, there’s nothing wrong about your daughter wanting to know a little bit more about you two,” Roberta said reasonably. “Besides, you were adorable back then.”

“I feel like I should be offended by that,” Deeks muttered, raising an eyebrow. Kensi tugged at his hand until he plopped onto the chair next to her. She wiggled to the side to make room for him.

“What was Marty like when he was younger?” Rosa asked, continuing to flip through the album on her own.

“Oh, as a little boy he was the sweetest little things. A troublemaker sometimes, but a sweetheart.” Roberta glanced over at Deeks fondly and he rolled his eyes. “And you wouldn’t believe it now, but back then he was so quiet most of the times.

“Then as he got older, he found his voice. And the notes I got home from his teachers. Lord help me, I thought he’d get expelled for having to debate everything for sure,” Roberta continued.

“Ok Mom, I think that’s enough,” Deeks interjected loudly, cheeks flushing a fairly bright red. “Rosa definitely does not need to know about any of this. Definitely not my teenage years at all.”

“You know, I think I have a picture of him from around then.” Ignoring him, Roberta flipped a few more pages. “There it is. I think that was his junior year of high school.”

She held the book up to show a picture of Deeks, his hair now a golden color and nearly at his shoulders. In this one, he wasn’t smiling and Kensi saw the first hints of the man he would become in the angles of his jaw and serious stare.

“Oh my goodness!” Rosa gasped. “Your hair was so long!”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen that one,” Kensi said, leaning closer despite Deeks’ unintelligible protest.

“Yeah, grew it out when he turned 13. Absolutely refused to cut it, even when the principal got after him, and sang John Denver music everywhere he went.”

“Because I have remarkably good taste,” Deeks commented, tilting his chin up with faux superiority.

“Oh, don’t act so embarrassed,” Roberta said, waving her hand at him. Turning back to Rosa, she ran her finger over the picture, eyes softening. “The most important thing you should know about Martin is that no matter what else, he was kind and always did what he thought was right.”

“Just like now,” Rosa replied as she deliberately caught Deeks’ eye. Kensi heard Deeks swallow harshly and he dipped his head, clearly caught by surprise by the implicit compliment.

She felt her eyes prick with tears at the unexpected moment between them. This was everything Deeks had ever wanted. To be a good father. After a moment, Rosa dropped her gaze, returning to the teenage Deeks again.

“You know, I think you would look good with your hair like this again.”

“Yeah, we tried that, it’s not a good idea,” Kensi said quickly as Roberta loudly proclaimed,

“Oh lord, no! It took him forever to cut his hair last time. Never again.”

Deeks shared a conspiratorial grin with Rosa, that spelled nothing but trouble.

[luimagines]

He Accidentally Hurt You pt.2

Masterlist

Set platonically and within the group Part 1

Hyrule

Your blood was pounding as your feet carried you across the battle field.

Your hearing was rendered useless by the cause, you only thoughts were on Hyrule and getting to him before the hoard of monsters did. He had somehow gotten separated from the group in the struggle and was left to fend for himself.

You made contact.

The sword in your hand followed through your practiced movements, slicing all and any between you and your target.

You could hear him in the distance, you were close, you just had to get- just a little-

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up and the air changed. The split second static was your only warning before lightning struck.

Monsters fell all around you but you failed to pay attention to that. Your attention was instead on the blinding, scalding twist in your arm that held your trusted blade. You couldn’t even find it in you to let go of the weapon, your muscles incapable to receiving orders.

The pain traveled through your arm and across your chest until it encompassed your whole being.

Screams tore through your throat without your knowledge and when the attack subsided, your whole body went rag doll and your vision went black.

“Please. Please. Please.” A voice whispered through the darkness. It was soft. Pleading. A blessed chill seemed deep into your bones and you found it within yourself to open your eyes.

Hyrule was crouched above you, tears in his eyes with shallow cuts across his tunic and exposed skin. Not a lot of blood though, your brain supplies. You take a relieved breath.

“Hey.” You croaked out in greeting. “Glad to see you’re ok. I was worried.”

“I didn’t know you were there.” He blurts as if he didn’t hear you. Maybe he didn’t. “I thought it was only monsters nearby. I don’t think I have enough magic to heal you completely. This is all my fault.”

“Fault?” You attempted to sit up. You succeed. Mostly.

A grunt leaves your mouth at the stiffness in your joints and you force yourself to power though to reach into your inventory.

A sniffle leaves your Traveler when you push his hands away when you find your target. The red liquid glints in the dying sunlight and you hand it out to him. “Think you can open it?”

He nods and pry's it open before you can even think about getting into a better sitting position.

You don’t think twice about taking the potion when he hands it back.

“Save your magic.” You say. “I’ll be fine.”

And you know you’re right....It’ll take a little more than that to convince the rest of the group when you get back though. Hyrule plans to smother you until not a single blemish is left. The others? Well... They’ll keep an eye on you.

Twilight

“Ten rupees says you can’t make that throw.” You hear Warriors say.

“Double it and I’ll gladly prove you wrong.” Twilight responds.

The book in your lap calls for attention more than whatever those two are doing for the sake of friendly competition. You don’t look up, trying to keep your eyes on the page but you can’t help the growing curiosity in the back of your head.

“What are we using to aim with?”

“That?”

“Sure.”

You roll your eyes and keep your head down.

“I’ll be twenty rupees richer and it’ll shut your mouth. Just watch.” Twilight grumbles.

There’s a tap and a growl before something comes at your head full throttle. It’s dense but not enough to keep it from exploding all into your hair and it knocks you over slightly.

You closed your book to protect it from the falling matter and reach at the spot. By your feet laying the offending object.

An apple.

They threw an apple at your head. Correction. Twilight threw an apple at your head.

The thoughts in your head spin a bit. Your whole head is throbbing but you doubt there’s any blood. You look up just in time to see Warrior and Twilight running at you as fast as they can. Twilight reaches you first and kneels next to you. “By Ordana, are you ok?”

His hands hover over you, trying to take in the damage without actually touching you.

“Who are you?” You blurt out, very quickly realizing that it was the wrong thing to say.

His face drops and Warrior wears a similar expression.

“Kidding.” A pained grin covers your face. “Take me to Hyrule please.”

“I’m so sorry.” Twilight reaches for you and you comply. Once you’re on your feet he speaks again. “Warrior messed up my shot and it hit you by accident.”

“That’s a weird way to say you lost a bet.”

You kick Warrior as payback.

Sky

“So...” You sit next to Sky during the break. “What are you planning to make this time?”

The boy next to you already had his whittling knife out and a decent sized chunk of wood in his lap. He picked it up and spun it a few times, staring into it as if he could already see the form inside it. It was just his job to take it out.

“I don’t know yet.” He admits. “Maybe it’ll come to me.”

You nod and let him work in relative silence, the faint but consistent sounds of Sky working next to you create a blissful and serene atmosphere.

The others are off doing their own thing, each keeping to themselves for the most part.

It’s nice.

“Actually, can you help me with this real quick?”

Your attention is back on Sky. He’s trying to get his knife out of the wood block, the outline of the shape he’s making already starting to form.

You don’t recognize it.

Sky picks up the knife and the whole block follows. “It got stuck.”

“How?” You raise an eyebrow and try to keep the smile off of your face.

Your response is only a shrug and the wood being thrust in your direction.

You grab it and instinctively tighten your grip on it when you feel Sky pull.

You both use your strengths to your advantage and pull in different directions. You feel the knife begin to slip out and adjust your grip. Within seconds the blade is free and you feel it cross the tip of your finger.

Instantly, the wood is dropped and you cradle your hand close to you, putting pressure on the injured digit.

“Ok, got it, thank- What happened?” Sky scoots closer to you and pulls your hands out.

A thin red line follows the length of your finger and it only seems to grow as the moments pass. It doesn’t feel deep but it certainly won’t let you flex your finger for a while.

A quite hiss leaves Sky’s lips. “Well that could’ve gone better. Sorry about that.”

“It could’ve gone worse too.” You press a little on the injury, trying to will the pain away.

It doesn’t work, but hey, you try.

“Hold on. I think I have some bandages in my pack.” Sky gets up and jogs to where most of the others are sitting. He picks up his bag and looks inside for a minute or two before jogging back to you.

A small role of bandages sits in his hand and when he reach for your hand, you don’t hesitate to give it to him.

As he’s working on your finger, you feel mild irritation bubble up in your throat. “This better not scar.”

“Why’s that?” Sky replies.

“It’ll be the lamest story.”

He laughs and finishes his work.

Time

Sometimes it surprised you how short everyone in the group was. You weren’t sure if it was a Link thing or one of the biggest coincidences of the universe because it certainly wasn’t just because they were Hylian (but that probably didn’t help).

That being said, and what you could gather from The Captain, it boggled your mind further that Time was the biggest of everyone. Warrior made it seem like he’d stay small forever, implying that Time was smaller still when he first defeated Gannon.

That didn’t seem very fair.

For him and you....well everyone, only Twilight and Warrior were the ones exempt from having to look up at the old man. But you didn’t like the idea of someone so small fighting such a beast, so Time is included in your sympathy list.

Despite his size, he seemed to move as silent as a mouse. Only Wild would be quieter than him.

After some time of traveling with them all, you realized he was just as much as a gremlin as the rest.

He was not above pranking the living daylights out of poor unsuspecting teenagers.

And the thing is, no one could catch him. Somehow he managed to get them to in the blame on each other but you knew better. You swore it had to be him. There was no way. There was no way he could count as a Link and not get into this kind of stuff.

But no one believed you.

It definitely wasn’t fair.

With the stage set, it’s safe to say now that you were calmly, peacefully and quietly minding your own business. You weren’t bothering anyone.

You were writing in your journal under a tree with some low branches. Nothing too bad but in terms of shade and angle, you found it to be the perfect resting place.

You took a deep breath in and let it out.

Yes, it was nice.

“BOO!”

You jumped as high as your reflexes you take you and spun around, but you had forgotten where you were in the moment.

With a solid thunk, your head hit the branch above you and sat back down, with a curse.

While there was laughter in the your reaction, it was cut off abruptly at the first sign of pain. “Oh jeeze, I’m sorry. How bad does it hurt?”

A whimper escaped your mouth before you could stop it and you closed your journal, choosing to furiously rub your hands against the now tender spot on the top of your head. “Ow Time. Why did you do that?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d move like that.” He moved your hands away and inspected the area for himself. “No bleeding. Doesn’t look like it’ll need a potion...”

“I blame you.” You grumbled. “This is your fault.”

“I can accept that.” He nodded and stepped back. “There’s not much we can do about it in terms of healing, but perhaps Hyrule would be willing to lend a hand.”

“No way. He’d ask how it happened and I’m not going to lie to him.” You pouted. “No one will believe me if I told them the truth.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s you!” You glared at him.

A tiny giggle escaped from the so called Old Man of the group, Mr. Stick in the Mud. Senor Buzzkill. “And why would that make a difference?”

“I cannot believe you... Actually yes I can, you were doing this on purpose the whole time.”

He laughed more fully this time and didn’t seem to let up.

With a pout, you picked up your book and marched away.

One day you’ll get back at him. You just had to figure out how and when.

Four

“So, how do we play this game again?” You picked up the ball one of your companions took out. It was almost the size of your head and had crisscrossing lines. It was white and weighed less than you originally thought.

It was a relatively slow day and no one felt in the mood to dampen it by looking for trouble.

While Twilight and Warrior set up the net that was supposed to go with it, the rest were waiting and going over the rules.

“Just hit the ball over the net. You can’t the ball twice in a row, someone else has to hit it and if it touches the ground you lose the point.”

“Seems simple enough.” Wild takes the ball from you and tosses it a few times.

It takes a while for all the appropriate moves to be demonstrated but you all play the game with ease.

You were having a good time with your friends. Everyone was actually getting along for a change. With a smile on your face, you waited for the moment that would inevitably change.

You swore you could almost pin point when it happened.

With Four right across from you, his sudden change in stance gave away the glint in his eyes.

The ball came to him and he jumped up, higher than you thought he could and spiked.

Next thing you knew, you were on the ground, stunned and slightly disoriented and your face was hurting.

Four ran to your side as the game was halted. “That... was not what I was intending.”

“You don’t say... Can I step out for a minute?” You asked, trying to get your feet. Four helped you get away from the battle field- I mean, the game area and helped you sit back down against a nearby tree.

“Sorry about that.” He smiled apologetically. “Anything I can do to help?”

You looked up at him hopefully. “Lose the game?”

“Not a chance.”

[chitsangenthusiast]

ok so back in june i was blessed with getting to see @ducktollers's touchy-feely zukka art on my dash again, and i ended up getting a burst of creativity to write this lil snippet for it!

(then completely forgot to share it until now lmao anyway thank u ant for the food and i hope you enjoy 🧡🧡)

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Sokka is in the middle of expounding on some point about boat mechanics to Katara when he drapes himself over Zuko’s back.

It’s not an unexpected surprise; Zuko knew it was coming the second Sokka took his usual step back to get behind him, and with the many years of their friendship he’s long gotten used to all the casual touching that the move happens so easily, so naturally he barely blinks.

But knowing it’s going to happen and being internally normal about it are two completely separate things, and he’s extremely grateful for the unspoken understanding that he’d be able to contribute absolute squat to this particular conversation because any meager attempt in following along goes right up in smoke.

His heart rate instantly goes into overdrive and his lungs constrict a little from the sheer force of how much he likes feeling that comforting warmth on his back—and from knowing just how much Sokka likes doing this too.

“No no no, Katara you’re completely off the mark—” Sokka starts, briefly catching Zuko’s eye in amusement before continuing on with his point, and he’s suddenly shifting his stance as he talks, making himself at home and angling his body so that the only thing Zuko’s shoulder needs to hold up is his chin. Hands then slide around his waist to settle on his stomach, Sokka’s fingers weave together, thumb and pointer finger even lightly pinching at his hoodie to keep themselves from slipping, and Zuko can’t stop himself from tensing up.

The entire move has caused him to fall back slightly into Sokka’s chest, and this—this is new. This is a different kind of held that Zuko hasn’t experienced before, hasn’t prepared himself for, and his utter shock over it has him standing as still as possible despite how staccato hard his pulse is running, because he swears he can feel Sokka’s own heart against his spine through all their layers and he’s not about to do anything that would make him let go.

He wants to savor this—in fact, he wants Sokka to pull him in even more, to snake his arms completely around his body to hold him tighter. He also wants to rest his forearms against Sokka’s own instead of leaving them awkwardly hanging at his sides, and his hands twitch in aborted desire.

He especially wants to work up the nerve to be able to hold Sokka like this too, so that he knows what it feels like to be so grounded within his arms.

“Zuko, hey, you agree with me, right?” Sokka suddenly asks, shaking him slightly to bring him back into the conversation. Not that it’s all that successful, because he had tilted his head to instead rest his cheek on Zuko’s shoulder as they started swaying, and his attention swiftly derailed at the barely-there brush of lips so close to his neck.

“Huh?” His skin feels like it’s burning where the ghosting breath of Sokka’s soft chuckling lands, and the fact that he’s inordinately jealous of his own neck receiving such nice treatment compared to where he really wants it is stupid. “Wait, what?”

Sokka laughs just a bit louder and gently presses his clasped hands into his stomach. “Just say yes if you agree with me.”

“Yes.” It goes without question.

Katara’s immediate noise of disgust is what finally rockets him back to reality, though any flaring embarrassment is quickly tamped down by quickly rising bewilderment at her obvious exasperation. “That’s cheating, Sokka. You can’t do that!”

“It’s not cheating, it’s two against one!” Sokka crows back, and then he is pulling Zuko into him more, wrapping an arm entirely around his chest to support him as he tilts them forward and points a goading finger at his sister. “Zuko just knows when to admit I’m right, is all!”

Zuko’s hands fly up to find purchase on his arm, sharply inhaling at all the extra contact between their bodies, and then chokes even harder when Sokka presses their cheeks together as a sign of unity. His nerves are thrumming, there’s a pretty solid amount of nervous excitement swirling in his chest, but his voice doesn’t betray any of that because—again, years of practice.

“Alright well now I’m siding with Katara if you’re going to start exaggerating.”

“See?” she demands, throwing out a hand his way to emphasize his point, and rolls her eyes hard at Sokka’s returning scoff.

“Nope, he already said he was on my side! No taking it back, I win this, Katara!”

“Oh, you are so full of it!” she shoots back, and Zuko thinks he might actually side with her anyway just to make everything more dramatic. But then she’s drawing herself up to her full height, planting her fists on her hips, and when she firmly meets his eye he inwardly groans because he knows that look. He’s about to wish that he had made his escape earlier when their argument had first started picking up traction.

“Zuko, go ahead and repeat Sokka’s last point was for me then. Here’s a hint, it has to do with seasonal constellations,” she says, and heat instantly explodes over his cheeks.

When the hell did she get Sokka to start arguing about astronomy, of all things?

“Uh—”

“Don’t fall for her trap!” Sokka hastily cuts in, craning forward to shoot him a pleading look before going back to nestling into the junction of his neck and shoulder. “Don’t answer that, just simply bask in the awesome feeling of sweet, sweet victory with me, dude.”

And—it’s the small charming smile thrown his way, the prolonged eye contact, and the pure, steady confidence in continuing to hold him that has Zuko breathing out a slow, pleased exhale and reaching backwards to carefully fold his hands over Sokka’s hips.

“Yeah,” he mumbles. A few of his fingers sneak through the belt loops on his pants, and Sokka beams at him. “Okay. I can do that.”

[dilucsrevenge]

OK NOW PEGGING YOOSUNG??

hello dear anon (and the second anon that requested this) i am very sorry this took months to actually write but i will make it up to you in length

wc: 1,215 warnings: slight degradation, breath play, slight dacry, pegging, strap usage content: gender neutral reader but assumed afab due to usage of a strap on. can be read differently if needed.

nsfw warning under the cut!

“Ah!” The blond underneath you moaned out softly, the pillow he had been using to rest his head up was now scrunched up in his fists, saliva staining the pillowcase from places he had bit down on to muffle the noises coming from him.

“C’mon, Yoosung. I want to hear more than just that from you. Be a good boy for me,” your hand was placed on the small of his back, adding pressure to the spot to arch his back to an angle that made it easier for you to deeply thrust your strap into him, “I know that’s what you like to do, anyway.”

Your hands immediately went to wrap around his waist, pulling him up so his back was flush to your chest, his hand that was tangled in the sheets moved to your wrist, nudging your hand up. With a raised brow, you shook your head and laughed, stilling the movements of your hips while you were bottomed out inside of him. You knew exactly what he wanted, but you weren’t going to indulge him if he wasn’t going to ask properly.

“You can do better than that, baby. I know you can.” As you spoke, you trailed kisses up the side of Yoosung’s neck, grinding your hips against him in an attempt to elicit some type of response out of him. When you reached his earlobe, you lowered your voice to whisper into his ear. “I know my good little slut wants my hand around his throat, but if he doesn’t ask nicely, he doesn’t get what he wants.”

The second you called him the nickname you had quickly found out he liked, he was instantly babbling out things he wanted from you. None of them made sense as they were all jumbled together in his shy way of asking for all the things he wanted you to do to him. You were slowly inching your hand up his chest as he spoke, rolling your eyes with a groan as your hand found its place on the base of his throat. Your fingers dug into the sides of his neck, cutting off his flow of oxygen for the time being and his ability to speak at all. Yoosung was once again back to a whining mess with just one different touch.

“If you learned how to use your words, Yoosung, I’d still be fucking you right now.” You gave his throat a tighter squeeze before dropping your hand down to his hips, gripping tightly onto him as you pulled your strap out of him to the tip, quickly slamming back into the blond without giving him any time to prepare for your vicious new pace with him. Yoosung was a fucked out mess just with a few more thrusts of your hips, his body falling limp and tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Since he was so small, you were able to shift him on the bed and force him to face the mirror from across the room, a smirk on your lips as you bit down on his shoulder and held his head up with a gentle grip on his throat to force him to stare at his own reflection.

“Look at you, so weak for my cock to be pounding into you…” You trailed off as you saw his cheeks flush red as he made eye contact with you in the mirror, “Oh? Are you actually enjoying this? Do you enjoy me forcing you to watch yourself be destroyed and fucked stupid by me?” You were teasing him, forcing the rhythm of your hips to be slightly off to keep him on edge.

“Yes! Ah, yes. I… I love it. So much.” Yoosung’s speech was broken and rushed, but he was still able to get his words out to express what you wanted to hear and you were pleased enough. Even through his fucked-out and hazy brain, he was still able to obey your command.

You quickly decided he had been good enough for you for the night to let him cum, so you wasted no time and picking up the rhythm of your hips again. The sound of your skin slapping against his mixed with his high-pitched whines and moans in the room. His body went limp again as you thrust into him relentlessly, your grip on his body tightening so you could keep him held up at an angle that let you thrust your strap into him deeply.

“There! R-right there… harder, please. M’gonna cum…” Yoosung had tears in his eyes once again as he spoke, a few of them rolling down his cheek and falling onto his chest.

You wiped up some of his tears with your fingertips, pushing the digits past his lips which he eagerly accepted, and instantly started sucking on the fingers in his mouth. You watched his face closely in the mirror as you pounded into him, his moans becoming more frequent as he got closer to his orgasm. He once again made eye contact with you in the mirror, his hand reaching to lift near his cock. With a silent nod, you gave him permission to touch himself, and mere seconds after his hand was stroking his length, he cried out your name as he came onto his hand and the sheets below him.

“There we go… such a good boy. How do you feel, pretty boy?” You stilled your hips almost instantly, carefully pulling out of him and supporting his body with your tight grip to make sure he didn’t fall onto the bed too soon.

“I feel… ah…” His voice was just as hazy as the look on his face, a smile forming on his lips while you laid him down carefully onto the mattress.

Yoosung was already closing his eyes as you moved off the bed and removed the strap-on from yourself. You gave his forehead a soft kiss before going to the bathroom to fill up a cup with water and wet a washcloth to clean him off. Faint snores filled the room when you walked back in, but Yoosung woke up quickly when he heard your footsteps nearing the bed.

“Here, I got you water. Drink up, darling.” You spoke quietly, not wanting to wake him up too much, he deserved all the rest he could get now that you were done with him.

He mumbled out a soft thanks before drinking down the glass of water, setting the empty cup on the nightstand next to the bed as you cleaned off his forehead of sweat and moved to clean his hand that was covered in his cum.

“You can nap first, Yoosung, but later you and I are taking a nice bath together to soothe your muscles, got it?” You climbed into the bed next to him after rinsing off the washcloth and placing it on the bathroom sink, making a mental note to throw it in the washing machine later.

All Yoosung could manage to do was nod his head as he curled up against your side, head placed on your chest as he quickly and quietly fell back to sleep. You gently played with the soft strands of his blond hair until you soon fell asleep not long after him.

[ladyfloriographist]

Working Girl

Pairing: (Dr.) Gregory House (M.D.) x femme!voluptuous!Reader

Warnings: kind of an alternate re-telling of that time Wilson meets House at the bar in s1, Older Man/Younger Woman, First Meetings

XXXX

House’s phone buzzed on the bartop—a reply from Wilson, which read:

‘Can’t yet. Dinner party. 30 min ok?’

House sighed and flipped the phone face-down on the polished surface. He stared into the lowball glass, eyeing the clear, amber liquid.

You spot him from across the bar, his chest deflating and shoulders slumping as he disregards the mobile. Fatigue and frustration blend his features into a scowl, his face lined with the stories, smiles and heartaches of his years. His grey hair and short stubble beckon the touch of your fingers and his eyes—good God in Heaven. His big blue eyes that he just barely flicks up away from his glass tumbler call you closer.

You sidle up next to him, and slip onto the barstool beside his.

He glances at you wearily, and you sling him a small, genial-enough smile before looking away.

“I’m waiting for a friend,” he says, dry and dismissive.

“Oh?” you turn back to him, and look him up and down. “You’re waiting for someone.”

He squints, and looks shamelessly down your face, over your lush breasts, along your arms until he stops where your fingers are interlocked on the bartop. Your half-drunk glass of white wine sits casually between your forearms.

He locks eyes with you again and says, “And I take it you think you’re that someone?”

“That part is entirely up to you.”

His brow lifts.

“I very well could be,” you murmur, sipping from your glass. Up close, in this low light, his stunningly blue eyes are dark—but they glint with a mix of humour and impatience, like he’s wondering how long he’ll tolerate this farce until he grows bored and tells you to get lost.

“I don’t much like company.”

That much is painfully obvious. “Oh,” you let your brow crease, and put on a sarcastic tone, “I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

He rolls his eyes.

“So I should go then?” You motion to the door with your thumb. “Probably for the best, you reckon?”

He flicks his gaze back to yours, and takes a breath about to say something, before catching his words in his throat. He glances over your form again—and you let him—before he pulls his lips between his teeth and grabs his whiskey.

You’re younger than him, that much he can tell, by fifteen or even twenty years. He’d be mad to go home with you.

He’d be mad not to.

You interpret his silence as wavering indecision—how this grizzled, chiselled old man traversed such a thin, fine line between ‘yes’ and ‘no’—and intrude on his thoughts with a brazen line. “What do you say we get out of here?”

He huffs a laugh through his nose, and absently gestures to his cane as he takes another sip of his drink. “As delightful as this is—and trust me, this’ll make a great story tomorrow—we’re not exactly working with the same equipment.”

You spin on the barstool to face him fully, and bare in his face you say, “What does that matter when I’ve got you flat on your back?” You risk a quick glance at his groin—no shame, no fear—before locking eyes again. “Still works, doesn’t he?”

He scoffs. “You’re quite forward, you young thing,” he says, stalling to recover. “What happened to buying me dinner first? Oh no, don’t tell me—is romance really dead?” He exaggerates a frown in mock despair.

You hum a laugh, charmed but otherwise unphased. “It shouldn’t be this hard for you to know if you want to fuck me or not.”

He raises his brows, mouths the word ‘wow’, and says, “I’m just saying, some flowers and a little chocolate—”

“And if it is, you probably don’t.”

He stops, and you bring your glass to your lips. You take a sip, your eyes trained on his—and he doesn’t look away. He scrutinises you, assesses you, rakes over every detail he can get. It’s not that he doesn’t want to—is it? He definitely wants to, doesn’t he?

But, can he?

The man refuses any more introspection and reverts to something else.

He purses his lips as an unkind smile threatens to break over his face. “A big girl and a cripple walk into a bar,” he says, his voice caustic and aimed to disparage the pair of you. But, when you merely tilt your head and smile, he dispenses with the idea of a cruel joke. He changes tact.

“So,” he tries again, “it’s older men, huh? Really do it for you, do they? You like the grey, like an obvious age difference?” He flicks his wrist, gesturing to his face and hair.

“Would I be sitting here trying my damnedest to chat you up if I didn’t?”

He eyes you, unconvinced that this isn’t some devious ploy. He can’t assure himself of your sincerity… yet. “I’m not warm and fuzzy.”

“Shocker,” you say, letting your arm fall to the bartop. “I’m not asking you to be.” You lean a little bit closer to him. “I’m a big girl. If your first instinct isn’t to cuddle me after,” you drop your voice to a whisper, “somehow, I know I’ll find the strength to go on.”

“Ah,” he hums, momentarily pointing a finger in your face before retracting it. “She’s a masochist, then.” Sexually and emotionally. Here it is: he’s figured you out.

“Depends on the day,” you smile, flippant. “What are we, Thursday?”

“Like a little degradation from your old man, hm? Like him a little standoffish. Old enough to be your Daddy and twice as distant, that’s your thing?” he rattles on, starting to glare and glower at you. “You like someone who’s a little mean, huh? A little,” he sighs, getting more and more irritated the more he speaks, “’rough ‘round the edges’.” He downs the rest of his whiskey. “Someone who can’t make room for you—that it?”

You act on pure instinct. You shoot your arm out and grab his wrist, holding his hand firmly to the top of the bar—startling him and shutting him up.

He starts and flinches, brought back to the here and now. He’s said too much, and too little of it had anything to do you. “That’s battery, you know,” he says, looking pointedly at your hand.

But you don’t let up—and then, like a glacier, he slowly melts into your touch.

He lifts his gaze to yours. “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world…” he murmurs quietly, letting himself trail off as he looks deeply into your eyes.

He doesn’t realise he’d said it out loud.

You release your hold on his wrist, slowly. “You a cop, then? Lawyer?”

He sniffs a mirthless laugh. “The sign on my door says I’m a doctor.”

You hum, and shuffle closer still. He doesn’t lean away, and his lids lower as he enjoys your plush body from a new angle.

You lean in close, and murmur into his ear, “Then, let’s run a test.” With a light, gentle touch you trail the tip of your nose down the shell of his ear, and let your breath fan over his neck as you find the sensitive spot just behind and below his earlobe. You press a soft, tender kiss to his skin, and linger there. He’s warm under your lips, and smells clinically clean, cut by old, faded cologne underneath.

Judging by that and the small sigh you hear him breathe—your guess is that he must’ve had a really long day.

After a moment, you pull back. Your voice is deeper, husky when you speak again. “What’s the diagnosis, doc?”

He clears his throat, and when he flicks his gaze back up to yours you don’t need a medical degree to see how his pupils have dilated—his eyes blowing black with desire.

“Anything?” you murmur, with a slight quirk to your brow.

A corner of his mouth tugs upwards. “Inconclusive.”

You let a small smile creep slowly across your face—and for half a moment, House could almost unleash one too.

You look to the bartender and catch their eye, holding up two fingers before pointing them down to the stained mahogany surface. “Two more, please.”

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Let me know if you're interested in more of this! I am tempted to write a second smutty part to this short little thing x

[wormstar]

i was going thru ur blog and u have good posts about ableist aus and i was wondering - what if in the aus the requirements for warriors were different? Like instead of having to fight jay only hunts? Would the muddling of roles still be ableist? In a Tree-like situation?If its not presented in a "work super hard to get what you want" and more in a "yeah they can decide what he wants to do". This is mostly for jay (and cinder) specifically because they had desires to be warriors yet were forced to be medicine cats because of ableism (ig this can apply to briar but i just truly cant remember oots that well and i havent read her death). I am asking because i am still trying to unlearn the ableist mindset that i grew up with. Feel free to ignore this ask and thnx!

hey yeah thank you for asking! took the opportunity to write up more general thoughts on rewrites as a whole and i went over why exactly theyre ableist hopefully that provides a better perspective

i think the major thing to keep in mind is that the structure of the clans is very abled centric and overly ignorant of inner community work (for example dens are only solidified or altered when either the area takes damage/the clans grows wrt population) theres a fixation on marking territory and starting fights and whatever with other clans which is whats expected of most warriors to partake in. to fix those implications in any fanwork youve really gotta knead into them and understand the nature of their ableism....its not just a problem with cats being barred from being warriors its the whole occupation and the standard its held to, so to speak (+ that fits into general clan society being flawed but eh thats another thing and also its easy to branch out into thought about)

going to stress other disabled people might have other solutions to how disabled cats are received this is just how i like to think of things

first i think its kind of interesting to examine discrepancies between disabled cats in canon as somewhat of an indicator of clan attitudes and leaders and whatnot. like i think you could get something interesting by regarding lets say deadfoot in windclan and cinderpelt in thunderclan who both have bad legs yet had different experiences with them in clan life. if you wanna go a step further comparing generations like lilywhisker and deadfoot or cinderpelt and jayfeather (+ the consideration of how congenital disabilities are regarded) can also make things interesting and just give you an idea of what to do. having the clan systems stray from a clear-cut common attitude both gives you more freedom for different approaches + adds to worldbuilding anyway. imo boiling down clan society to perfect utopia just gets boring but you can have imperfections in the system that depict the disabled experience just fine. just be careful with them and the way they come across yeah?

(real quick as an in between. god just dont refer to cats/their injuries as crippled. it still happens somehow)

im a little ambivalent on the idea of creating a ‘special role’ for disabled cats to be thrown into. cause then thats a repeat of canon medicine den really. its like ‘oh youre disabled youre instantly discarded into the x role pit’ i think just adding substantial in-universe changes to the warrior rank itself (vagueness is fun actually) or expanding on ‘warrior types’ rectifies the othering angle. ‘othering’ as a whole is just as bad as the ‘exception’ archetype people run for most warrior aus i want to state that clearly. effectively if youre gonna introduce roles that dont depend on fighting or hunting or both make sure theres abled cats who have them too. like say you want a camp-based role where a cats job is to fix dens or one where they help in the nursery, its far easier for a cat who cant run to manage those but also have some cats who are physically capable of doing other ‘tasks’ do the same thing for personal reasons

the tree comparison is interesting honestly cause i guess you could just give a cat a particular thing to do as a nonfixed position. and roles accordingly being made for a cat to fill until they cant and the positions done away with afterward. but youve gotta do it carefully so you dont fall into othering as ive said. id avoid something like that personally i just dont like the quality of ‘well theyre not a warrior (the most noble/useful concept in cat society) theyre actually some other thing’

in general giving disabled cats agency and choice is the best thing you can do. whether this means them deciding on tasks they can do themselves or picking a certain kind of warrior to be or asking for an assistant to help them out when they do stuff. the way you wanna pull it off again depends on my first question of “how does the relevant part of your warrior cat world treat disabled cats already”

very important point, the majority of the ableism also comes in the form of character narratives and not just the structure of the world itself. like think for a bit why the writers decided jayfeather shouldve been forced to be a medic or why briarlight got killed off early etc etc. characters ‘wanting’ to be like the abled ideal and still being bitter about not fulfilling that years down the line are just part of the ableist storylines. if youre abled id literally say just do away with those sadstuck ‘i wanted to be a warrior!’ moments. if you really want to id say pull a cinderpelt or a shadowsight where a cats time in the medicine den started their fascination with medicine and they switched to that path due to personal intrigue. id say a more interesting and realistic angle to it is having a disabled cat who found fulfilment in doing something else besides being a warrior becoming bitter about their entire clan ‘mourning’ how theyll never fight again or giving them the pretence of being a warrior being the best thing you can do.... it depends on the character really

this is just a very basic disability thing but stray from the whole ‘useless/dead weight’ way of regarding disabled characters. like dont place their worth on how well they service a clan or not theyre still deserving of shelter and whatnot. you dont need to justify a cats existence or usefulness by going ‘well they may be blind but their sense of smell is excellent so we keep them around’ or whatever its just no good

last thing i can think of is like. dont disregard how a cats disability affects them. like its fine that briarlight cant fight (or even hunt major types of prey) she doesnt need some convoluted method that lets her do that. there are like a dozen other warriors hunting and fighting and theres present value and enjoyment in the stuff she does around camp. she doesnt have to be brightheart 2 its ok