#I wonder if there are a ship name for this?

[crystallinestars]

Just Confess Already! Part 2

Drabbles about Genshin men (or you) confessing with the help of a wingman. This is pure fluff.

Characters: Kazuha, Kinich, Ororon, Wanderer, and Cyno.

Part 1 here.

I apologize if the endings sound abrupt, I've edited and rewritten this many times, and at this point I just want to get this finally posted. I also apologize for the length, my writing style has changed since part 1.

🍁 Kazuha

Everyone and their mother at The Crux could tell you and Kazuha had a thing for each other. The way you guys spent most of your free time in each other’s company discussing poetry or music, the way Kazuha always volunteered to help you with your tasks, how you took care of Kazuha when he got drunk, and just the overall subtle romantic tension about your pair tipped off pretty much everyone.

Though Beidou didn’t want to pry into the love lives of her crew, she’d sometimes catch glimpses of you and Kazuha chatting up in the crow’s nest of the ship and noted that the way you smiled at each other was endearing. Otherwise, she paid little attention to it, thinking it was only a matter of time until one of you confessed and you guys became an official couple.

However, that time never came. The two of you pussyfooted around the topic of laying bare your feelings, and everyone at The Crux was getting a little annoyed that you were stuck in the pining phase. There was a limit to how long Beidou could tolerate watching you give each other pining glances without snapping and telling you two to get together already.

One time when you were out on an errand, Beidou and her crew invited Kazuha for a drink. The friendly and cheerful atmosphere prompted some members to share their life stories, and the topic breached romance. Someone asked Kazuha why he hadn’t confessed to you yet, and the drunken ronin answered that he treasured your friendship and didn’t want to jeopardize it in case you didn’t feel the same way.

Beidou could only scoff at his excuse. It was so obvious that you liked him back, and since when was Kazuha such a coward? He could go up against the Raiden Shogun’s deadly Musou no Hitotachi, but had his tail between his legs at the prospect of admitting he loved you to your face? Preposterous! Moreover, she had to tell her crew to settle down because they were creating a spectacle out of your crushes on each other and making bets on which one of you would confess first (she betted on you).

If Kazuha was too much of a coward, Beidou thought, then maybe you’d be braver.

That same evening, she happened to find you alone in your cabin and took the opportunity to bring up the issue of your longtime crush on Kazuha. Though she was no expert on romance, Beidou wanted to help you. She got you to open up and confide in her, patiently listening while you expressed your fears about confessing to Kazuha. You also didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had with him, so Beidou stated outright that he returned your feelings. If you didn’t believe her, then see for yourself.

With that, she pried open a window in the cabin. Over the gentle lapping of the waves, you heard the crew’s laughter up on the deck, and the faint sound of Kazuha’s familiar voice. It was a little difficult to hear what he was saying over the crew’s chatter, and his speech was slightly slurred, but you made out a few words. He frequently spoke your name while reciting a few clumsy haikus. But they weren’t just any random poems about the sea or sky—they were love haikus.

Beidou patted your shoulder and told you to have courage instead of wasting your life wondering about what-ifs and regretting not doing anything.

Over the following days, Beidou sent you and Kazuha out on joint errands in Liyue Harbour. The errands themselves weren’t all that important, but they served as good excuses to give you two some alone time. Kazuha was no fool and quickly deduced that Beidou was setting you two up on purpose, but he wasn’t about to turn down an opportunity to spend more time with you.

Beidou hoped something would finally change by the time you returned, and sure enough, when she spotted you and Kazuha walking back to the ship, she smiled. The two of you were holding hands and smiling warmly at each other, a good sign that your once-suppressed feelings were now in the open. Naturally, the rest of the crew noticed the change as well and grew excited when you confirmed that you and Kazuha were now in a romantic relationship.

That night, they brought out the good wine and food to congratulate you and Kazuha on finally getting together. Most of the Crux’s crew joined on the festivities, with some members being nosy and asking you for details on how it happened and who confessed first.

When you admitted to confessing first, Beidou smugly accepted her winnings and took a big swig of her drink before yelling out a cheer. Her crew followed suit in toasting and cheering much to your and Kazuha’s embarrassment, but it was all in good fun. Beidou made sure to make it up to you by distracting the crew with a drinking game and sending you a wink as she allowed you and Kazuha to make a quiet escape from the party. The Crux gang would have plenty of time to tease you in the future—for now, you and Kazuha deserved to enjoy this newfound relationship without others poking their noses where they don’t belong. Beidou would make sure of it.

🟩 Kinich

Kinich’s relationship with you perplexed K’uhul Ajaw. The Almighty Dragonlord couldn’t pinpoint when it happened, but something between you two changed. Recently, Kinich had been giving you discounts whenever you asked for his help, and sometimes even did things for you for free. Kinich the Malipo giving someone special treatment? Unheard of! And on top of all that, his servant had been visiting you more frequently during downtime, and there was also that strange glint in Kinich’s eyes whenever he looked at you, something akin to endearment—

Oh.

Kinich liked you.

Oh, this was going to be good!

Ajaw’s diabolical nature wouldn’t let him keep Kinich’s feelings for you a secret. The next time you came to hang out with their duo, the saurian waved his little stubby arms and ran his mouth as soon as you were within earshot. “Hey, human! Our lowly servant has developed romantic feelings for you like some sort of prepubescent schoolboy! Isn’t that a riot?” and cackled, thinking Kinich would be thoroughly humiliated and put in his place.

To Ajaw’s dismay, instead of looking disgusted by the news, you appeared… hopeful? A tad surprised by his outburst, but was that hope shining in your eyes? To Ajaw’s even greater dismay, Kinich lacked any sort of outward reaction to having his crush on you vocalized so brazenly. Instead, the saurian hunter told you to ignore Ajaw’s nonsensical words in his usual calm manner, before smacking the pixelated menace away for a timeout. Right before he got locked away, Ajaw managed to catch a glimpse of disappointment in your eyes when Kinich brushed the situation aside as if it were nothing.

That day, K’uhul Ajaw realized that Kinich’s feelings were not one-sided like he originally thought. You liked Kinich too. The mere thought of you two acting all lovey-dovey with each other was sickening, but the saurian figured poking fun at you and Kinich would be a good source of entertainment.

After that day, Ajaw became even more insufferable. Every chance he got, he’d swoop in with a taunting remark and make fun either you, Kinich, or both.

One time while accompanying Kinich through a dense forest, you slipped on a wet tree root and were sent falling towards the ground. However, Kinich swiftly caught you and pulled you to his chest to help stabilize you. Ajaw had a field day laughing and crowing about how scandalous you were for practically throwing yourself at Kinich like that. Were you that desperate to be in his arms? Disgusting!

The saurian also used every opportunity he could find to reveal all of Kinich’s secrets to you. Did you know Kinich gave you special treatment? No? Are you blind?! Can’t you tell he does stuff for you for free? Why do you think he brings you game and wild berries free of charge every once in a while--to show off how good he is at hunting?! Have you at least noticed Kinich smiled more and acted softer towards you, or are you really that blind? He doesn’t treat anyone else that way, you know! …And so on and so forth, though most of his attempts to out Kinich are interrupted by the man himself locking Ajaw away before the dragon reveals too much.

As fun as it was to watch your pair’s awkward attempts at showing signs of affection for each other, Ajaw eventually grew frustrated with standing witness to the mutual pining that never progressed anywhere. It made the little saurian’s blood boil with annoyance.

Whenever he and Kinich were alone, Ajaw would complain that the hunter should stop being a dimwit and a coward and just confess to you already! How could he not see that you obviously liked him back?! Seriously, how bad was his luck to end up with such an imbecile for a servant?!

Kinich coolly rejected Ajaw’s insistence for confessing his feelings. It was not in his nature to recklessly rush into the unknown—he needed to carefully analyze and weigh his options before coming to a sound decision. As such, his relationship with you was not to be rushed. This didn’t sit well with Ajaw, but no matter what he said, Kinich stubbornly refused to listen.

The Dragonlord’s patience reached a breaking point during one fateful day. It was getting dark, and Kinich had offered to escort you home. Once you were safely at your doorstep, you made the bold move of kissing Kinich’s cheek in thanks. For a split moment, Ajaw swore there was palpable romantic tension between you as your and Kinich’s eyes met (gross). Kinich glanced at your lips, looking as if he wanted to lean in and kiss you (doubly gross) and Ajaw prepared himself to make disgusted gagging noises, except… nothing happened. With a seldom seen blush on his cheeks, Kinich awkwardly cleared his throat and bid you goodnight, preparing to leave.

Ajaw exploded.

“This is painful to watch! You two were clearly made for each other—both equally cowardly and blind to each other’s feelings! Just admit you like each other already; you’re not fooling anyone! Kinich, you cowardly, brainless, insufferable insect—just lean in for that kiss, you obviously want to! And you! Stop waffling and just spit out that you like Kinich already! Agh, watching you two is torture! What did the great K’uhul Ajaw do to deserve this fate?!” he yelled, turning red in the face.

Kinich promptly locked Ajaw away, for which the saurian would later chew him out once he was free, but not before interrogating you and the hunter about whether you finally confessed. Once Kinich revealed that yes, you had talked it out and admitted your mutual feelings for each other and were now in a relationship, Ajaw could finally feel some sense of peace regarding the situation.

Feeling proud of his contributions, Ajaw puffed out his chest and told you and Kinich to pucker up and kiss his feet in worship, for only with the help of the Almighty Dragonlord K’uhul Ajaw has your relationship progressed instead of stagnating like swamp water.

Though the saurian relic continued to be an annoyance, even Kinich had to admit that Ajaw played a part in getting you together. Though not in the form of worship or foot kissing, Kinich did repay the favor by procuring some quenepa berries and other fruits that Ajaw liked, hosting a small feast as a thank you. Though Ajaw complained about being scammed, the snacks did the trick of improving his mood and keeping him occupied while you and Kinich had some precious time to yourselves.

🦇 Ororon

Ever since you and Ororon were children, Citlali observed that the two of you got along well. So well, in fact, that Ororon had developed a little crush on you. He would pluck flowers from a nearby meadow to give you, follow you around like a loyal puppy, and one time, Ororon told Citlali that he hoped to marry you one day.

Citlali couldn’t help but find Ororon’s crush on you adorable, and a part of her anticipated the day when you both grew up and got married. She had no doubt you would make the sweetest couple among the Masters of the Night-Wind.

Ororon’s attraction to you persisted into adulthood. At that point, Citlali could no longer call it a cute little crush— “Love” was a more apt description for how Ororon felt towards you, even if he tried to hide the depth of his attachment to you. He was content to stay as just your friend and not risk ruining the close bond you had in case you didn’t return his feelings. Citlali was a little frustrated that Ororon continued to pine for you without doing anything about it, but she knew better than to force the stubborn boy to do something he didn’t want to. If you were both happy with the way things were, then why change them?

However, during one of her rare trips to the market for some divination supplies, Citlali overheard a conversation between two tribespeople. The topic of conversation was about love, and one of the men bashfully admitted that he thought you were pretty and that he hoped to ask you out on a date soon. This news washed over Citlali like a bucket of cold water as worry seized her heart.

This wasn’t the first time others had expressed romantic interest in you. After all, you’ve always had a bit of a reputation among the Masters of the Night-Wind for being attractive, so it wasn’t surprising others had an eye on you. However, now that you were an independent adult, it wouldn’t be strange for you to look for a partner to settle down with, right? Knowing Ororon, the dimwit wouldn’t ever think to confess, and what if someone else confessed before he did and stole your heart?

Citlali didn’t want to force you to choose Ororon, but she didn’t want things to end without her beloved grandson at least taking a shot at winning you over. The last thing she wanted was for Ororon to be left heartbroken and disappointed all because he let the chance to be with you slip from his fingers.

With these troubled thoughts, Citlali sought out Ororon and announced that he needed to stop dawdling and actively pursue you unless he wanted to watch your heart get stolen by somebody else. Citlali’s sudden proclamation confused Ororon, so she explained that he’s not the only one who is in love with you and that there’s a risk of you choosing someone else to spend your life with.

As she expected, Ororon stubbornly refused to go along with her urging, saying that who you wanted to end up with was your choice and he would respect it. Though he said that, Citlali could see it on Ororon’s face that the mere thought of you falling for someone else hurt him, and she couldn’t help but feel bad for her grandson.

After much convincing and reassurance, Citlali got Ororon to agree to court you and promised to come up with a plan to help him in this endeavour. There was, however, one major problem: how were two socially awkward outcasts supposed to win someone’s heart? Having never been courted herself, Citlali had no past experiences to draw from when designing her plan, but it shouldn’t be too hard, right? She’d read a lot of romance novels imported from Inazuma, so maybe if she got Ororon to do some of the same things the male leads did, then it would curry your favour? Regardless, it was worth a shot.

The plan was for Ororon to prove his worth as a suitable partner by giving you gifts, compliments, and always being there for you no matter what it was. In Ororon’s opinion, he was already doing all of these things for you as a friend, but Citlali insisted that his actions needed to be infused with romance to distinguish them from gestures of friendship. Her grandson was still reluctant to actively court you, but he had promised to try and try he did. Except, his approach subverted Citlali’s expectations.

When it came to giving gifts, instead of presenting jewellery, woven scrolls, or useful gadgets, the young man gifted you game he had caught in the wild and the best selection of produce from his garden. Citlali could only facepalm when Ororon told her which gifts he planned to give you, but she also knew he put genuine thought into them. Ororon handpicked the nicest veggies he could find in his garden and personally delivered them to your doorstep instead of sending Ifa like he normally would. Citlali told him that giving gifts in person held more meaning, and Ororon appeared to have taken her words to heart.

Ororon also gifted you flowers much like he did when you were little. However, this time he didn’t give you flowers plucked from the wild. Instead, he gifted you potted plants that he had also grown in his garden. “They will live and look pretty for longer,” he told you, then received a flick to the forehead once Citlali found out what he did.

His compliments were no better. Saying things like his vegetables grew better whenever you visited his home and spoke to his plants or your presence being calming for the aphids, was the best Ororon could do. Citlali admonished him for these strange compliments, but to Ororon, that was the highest praise anyone could receive. After all, you were an amazing person, and even his plants and aphids sensed it.

Ororon’s courtship was unconventional to say the least, and granny Itztli worried whether her grandson made a favorable impression on you. To help improve Ororon’s image in your eyes, Citlali sought you out more often to put in a good word for her grandson and get you to see him as a man. She highlighted Ororon’s good points to you, commenting how Ororon is a bit peculiar, but he’s also kind, resourceful, accepting, gentle, and so much more. A truly good kid. He would make an excellent romantic partner, wouldn’t you agree?

Her pushiness flustered you, but it also allowed Citlali to gauge how you felt about Ororon, and she had to contain her excitement when she pieced together that you loved him back. In her giddiness, she urged Ororon to confess.

When the day of the confession came, Citlali hid among some trees while keeping an eye on you and Ororon. She didn’t intent to spy, but the anxiety over how the confession would go made her antsy and she couldn’t sit still at home. She watched as Ororon offered you a basket of his finest produce and finally professed his love. The confession came out awkward because he tried to recite what he practiced with Citlali a few days prior, and he seemed to realize this because Ororon then took your hand and placed it against his chest. Using his own words this time, Ororon explained that he genuinely did love you, and the racing of his heart should be proof enough that you were more than just a friend in his eyes. However, it was alright if you didn’t feel the same way about him.

Citlali had to clamp her hands over her mouth to hold back from squealing in giddiness as she watched you reciprocate Ororon’s feelings. She would later apologize for spying since she knew it was wrong, but it filled her with joy to witness the blossoming of love between you. In some ways, this was better than any romance novel she had read in all her years of living, and it warmed her heart to see you both so happy.

Even if it was a childhood fantasy, perhaps Ororon’s wish of marrying you was not that far off now? Citlali certainly hoped so.

☂️ Wanderer

Nahida was no expert on romance, but she had observed enough couples during her 500-year-long imprisonment to know what romantic attraction looked like. The strange air surrounding you and Wanderer must have been that, she speculated, as she watched Wanderer hand you a box of your favorite foods with the flimsy excuse of having made too much. For your part, you seemed genuinely touched by the gesture despite Wanderer’s grumbling, much to Nahida’s delight. Wanderer’s prickly personality pushed some people away, but not you. You stayed by his side and gave him the companionship he needed, helping Wanderer open up and heal from his trauma.

It was clear you deeply cared for the young man, and a little peek into your mind confirmed to Nahida that yes, you did love him romantically. She couldn’t read Wanderer’s mind since he blocked all her attempts to do so, but she didn’t need mindreading to conclude that he loved you too.

When she next spoke with Wanderer, she carefully asked if he loved you. Wanderer’s response was a gruff “No” and “Stop asking”, however Nahida could tell he wasn’t being honest with his feelings. If he didn’t love you, then why did he treat you differently compared to everyone else? His manner of speech is gentler when with you, and despite all his grumbling he still complies with all your requests no matter how irritating he may find them. Not to mention, he spends most of his free time in your company, goes out of his way to make you little gifts and cook your favorite dishes. Surely all these behaviours were proof that you were someone special to him?

Being effectively cornered, the puppet had no choice except to come clean about his hidden feelings. With scowl and a blush on his cheeks, Wanderer reluctantly admitted that yes, he likes you, but it was none of Nahida’s business and she’d better stay out of it.

Despite Wanderer’s warning, the Dendro Archon wanted to help get you together. She felt confident that if both of you put in a little effort, a beautiful romance could blossom between you. Still, she didn’t want to outright reveal your feelings for each other. She believed that each of you should relay these intimate feelings yourselves. All Nahida would do is give you a gentle nudge in the right direction.

To help her with this task, Nahida sought help from a few Aranara and asked them to keep an eye on you and Wanderer and report any meaningful details that could help her bring you together. Through her little helpers, Nahida learned the full extent of Wanderer’s affections for you, and she couldn’t help but smile at how sweet he was, especially when it came to you.

Using this acquired knowledge, the Dendro Archon frequently brought up Wanderer in your conversations with her to explain the thoughtfulness behind some of his gifts and words. For as frank as he usually was with people, Wanderer was more close-lipped about the true extent of his feelings, so Nahida had some work cut out for her in making you realize how much he truly cared about you.

For example, the next time Wanderer gave you your favorite food with the excuse that he’d made too much, Nahida revealed to you that he actually spent several days perfecting the recipe before finally giving the dish to you.

That hand-made bracelet he gifted you, saying he got it for free during an arts and crafts event he visited? Wanderer actually made it himself during that event and used beads of your favorite colors. The Aranara watched him spend a lot of time crafting that bracelet with the greatest care, but Nahida left that part out.

In addition, she would subtly drop hints for you to invite Wanderer to hang out more often. For example, the Zubayr Theater was hosting a play and Nahida heard there was a discount if you bought two tickets. Why don’t you go and invite Wanderer to come with you?

As for Wanderer, she discreetly told him that you once mentioned wanting to try out a new drink at Puspa Cafe but had nobody to go with, so why not be a good friend and take you there himself? Wanderer initially objected, but ultimately caved in and invited you to the Café while commenting that a certain annoying sprout said you wanted to try a new drink there, though deep down he glad for the opportunity to spend more time with you. Nahida could tell by the way Wanderer went out of his way to spoil you that day, buying you anything you wanted and keeping you company until the sun set.

Little by little, Nahida softened Wanderer towards the possibility of being in a romantic relationship with you, and helped you gather the courage to confess. Wanderer was unlikely to ever confess first, so the responsibility rested on your shoulders. She could tell you were nervous about laying bare your feelings, but she reassured you that things would go well. You only needed to take that leap of faith.

When you finally confessed, Nahida and the Aranara secretly observed the scene from behind a nearby corner, curious to see how things would go while also quietly cheering you on (not that you knew). When a flustered Wanderer accepted your confession, Nahida was overjoyed. She had fun guiding both of you towards this moment, but the satisfaction of knowing you could finally be together the way you always wished was rewarding in its own way. Even when Wanderer later confronted her about spying on you during your confession and scolded her for it, the little Archon’s happiness didn’t wane. She looked forward to seeing what your newfound relationship would blossom into, and had no doubt it would be something beautiful and pure, just like your love for each other.

👁️‍🗨️ Cyno

It was no secret to Tighnari that you and Cyno liked each other. He had known about your mutual crushes as far back as your student days at the Akademiya where you first met. You became fast friends with him and Cyno, but Tighnari couldn’t help but think Cyno was a bit more special to you than you let on. After all, you were one of the few who wasn’t intimidated by Cyno’s perpetual stern facial expressions and actively sought him out, and who actually laughed at his lame jokes.

Tighnari also knew about Cyno’s crush on you since his friend confided about it to him. Not that Cyno needed to say anything because Tighnari could see his attraction to you clear as day. Cyno’s eyes lit up whenever he saw you in the distance, he tried to act “cooler” in your presence in an attempt to impress you, and Tighnari swore that if Cyno had a tail, it would have wagged like a dog’s every time you laughed at his jokes.

Though he knew about your mutual romantic attraction to each other, Tighnari didn’t want to stick his nose into your love lives. He figured you guys would resolve everything yourselves in due time.

However, nothing changed even after you guys graduated. Your group remained close friends and saw each other regularly, but Tighnari was starting to lose his patience with how you and Cyno hopelessly pined for each other. He had already lost count of the number of times each of you came to him for advice on how to win the other over.

Cyno asked Tighnari’s opinion on a lot of things: Would you like his newest joke? Would you be okay with Cyno volunteering to be your bodyguard for your upcoming desert excursion? Which of his limited edition TCG cards best represented you? Cyno wanted to express how much you meant to him by giving you a card that reminded him of you.

You were no better. Tighnari had lost count of the number of times you approached him with questions about Cyno’s work schedule. Your excuse was that you wanted to plan hangouts with him, Collei, and Cyno during their days off, but Tighnari knew there was another reason why you asked about Cyno’s schedule in particular. He had half a mind to tell you to ask Cyno yourself because it was obvious that you just wanted to spend more time with the General Mahamatra. You also pestered Tighnari with questions about Cyno’s TCG deck. Much like his friend, you wanted to express your appreciation for Cyno by giving him cards he didn’t have yet.

Seriously, you two were a match made in heaven…

Tighnari would have found your mutual crushes on each other endearing, if only he wasn’t stuck being the middleman. As it stood, Tighnari wanted nothing more than to throttle both of you for pussyfooting around your feelings and getting him caught up in being your messenger. He was on the brink of snapping and sitting you both down to explain that your feelings were mutual, so just hurry up and get together already.

That’s why the next time Cyno approached him with another question about you, Tighnari took the opportunity to convince his friend to confess. He and Collei assured Cyno that you liked him a lot, and urged him to tell you his feelings. Cyno was hesitant but did seem to want some closure about whether you liked him back or not, so Tighnari gave him an incentive. How about the next time he played TCG with you, you guys set some stakes? Why not have a rule that the loser must tell the winner a secret? If Cyno lost, he would have to confess.

Cyno wasn’t fond of the idea initially, but agreed after some contemplation, acknowledging that this method would be effective in giving him that necessary push. Still, Tighnari could tell Cyno was nervous about confessing, so he volunteered to come along as moral support, much to Cyno’s gratitude.

That was how Tighnari and Collei found themselves at Puspa Cafe, sitting a few tables away from you and Cyno, hidden from your line of sight. Tighnari tutored Collei while Cyno played that fateful round of TCG against you, but the Forest Ranger kept a close eye on his friend. Though he didn’t want to get too invested in Cyno’s love life, even he couldn’t help but grow anxious as he watched the TCG match end with Cyno’s loss.

Although Tighnari was too far away to hear what Cyno was saying, he could tell the moment of confession had come. Now, the ball was in your court.

You looked stunned by whatever Cyno said, but soon smiled and said something that made Cyno mirror the happy expression on your face and reach out to hold your hand. Though he couldn’t hear, Tighnari knew you had reciprocated his feelings. Even Collei quietly fawned over how cute you both looked. It had been a long journey, but he was truly happy for his friend. Out of everyone, Cyno was happiest with you, and Tighnari hoped you would continue to make him happy for many years to come.

With everything ending well, Tighnari beckoned Collei and discreetly left the cafe before you or Cyno noticed. As happy as he was for you guys, he dreaded the possibility of Cyno coercing them into a TCG match. With how elated his friend must be right now, it was only a matter of time until Cyno called him and Collei over for a new game to celebrate you accepting his feelings. In Tighnari’s opinion, you guys deserved to have some proper time to yourselves to explore your feelings and new relationship without him and Collei serving as thirdwheels. That, and he just really didn’t want to sit through another hour of watching Cyno show off for you.

[the-real-dannix]

There are degrees of shipping people with the Batfam. Like a spectrum even for established relationships.

And each non-bat can be anywhere from full civilian to other JL to someone turned this character into a bat by proxy.

My favorite is bat by proxy because it's a hilarious thing to me.

I mean, the ships that come to mind where the later works really well are Birdflash and TimKon. Which makes it better. Because Wally is a Flash and Kon is a Super. Two of the other rather large clans of themed leaguers with two of the other more recognizable family heads. I mean, throw in JayRoy and it's three of the others and adds in the Bruce v Oliver fun.

And the Bat by proxy thing.

I don't mean they just side with the Bats over the rest of the League. I mean they start becoming Bats by virtue of always being around them.

Like Wally just accidentally learning to be better at hearing people sneaking up on him because if he's gonna go to brunch with Dick at the Manor he has to be able to dodge these near silent people. Especially Damian, who will stab him if he fails a vibe check, and Tim, who will steal and solve your cases or hack your phones ringtone to be stuck at the loudest setting and playing Barbie world for every notification and there is no in between our way to tell which kind of day it is. So none of the League can sneak up on Wally. And he's smiling and capable like Nightwing but has also picked up that steal slightly crazy smile and no other flash is quite as scary as Wally.

Or Kon, after being constantly threatened with kryptonite by Steph, Jason, and Duke at various points just gives up and learns how to fight through the weakness and goes through enough bat training to be able to survive when he and then he's one of the best trained Supers in hand to hand and no one understand how. And because he's always around Tim, he gets really good and reading people. Because his life can and will depend on being about to tell if Tim is approaching someone at a gala for WE business or for RR business. Even the other supers are confused at how quick his is to pick up in the slightest shift in body language.

And Roy. It was easiest for Roy, going from Arrow to Bat. But that doesn't mean he didn't have to just get used to casually collecting blackmail as some kind of twisted way of showing love. The first time Tim gave him and Jason a photo of them on a date where neither of them knew Tim was watching or talking pictures Roy is shook. By the tenth he's finding it endearing and hoping that Tim manages to get around Jason's traps to get done candids of Lian. No other arrow is quite as stealthy, despite the red of his costume.

And the JL, even the 'families' they came from, know that they have the ability to appear normal. To blend with the rest of the League, but the longer they're with their Bats the more cryptid they become. Until Flash finds himself unsettled by Wally in the same way as the other Bats. And Big Boy Blue refuses to train with Kon for a different reason than before, no longer because of the clone thing but for the same reason he avoids training with any of the Bats. And Green Arrow finds himself looking over his shoulder for Bruce and Roy on the Watchtower.

And their secrets are more and civi identities locked down. No names in my the field and they never slip these days. Like any good Bat.

New Leaguers meet these converts and can't tell the difference between the Bats Batman chose and the ones the other Bats brought into the fam.

And the rest of the League starts to wonder: is being a Bat contagious?

[schmirius]

#golden classic #i wonder if this is why their ship was called timecock at some point #<- genuine question btw. why? #this post looks like the culprit [ @schwirrymartz ]

Hello to you, and I'm going to tag in the probably-5-time-reblogger of this post @roxannepolice too! Here I am, a ghost from Doctor/Master livejournal c. 2007-2011, bringing you news about Historic Shitposting! I'm also going to tag in @nostalgia-tblr whose images these originally are.

Short answer: the name came from a bunch of Doctor/Master shippers on livejournal in summer 2007, shortly after Utopia/Sound of Drums/Last of the Time Lords aired. Ten and Simm specifically were "Team Timecock," as the last two time lords in existence, linked sexily and tragically by their boners for each other. The shitpost above is from one of many, many shitposts that summer that used the name for the two of them.

Shorter answer: Nos thinks it was probably Snowgrouse, specifically, and that sounds right to me too.

The name "Team Timecock" is highly post-s3 relevant, fandom-wise, because Ten/Simm were ~the only ones left~ and one of the immediate and obvious fix-its for the season was "the Master lives, they really do travel together." Or "they were alone on the Valiant all year, properly cocking it up, overly self-importantly, time lord-style." Either way, it's just the two of them and, you know, they're touching tips. Or having buttsecks, since it's 2007, and also shut up, their anuses might as well be self-lubricating because we get to use alien powers to do it.

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citations:

First, a caveat: I came to the game a few months late, was not personally interacting with a lot of the people and communities I've cited; certainly I wasn't IMing people or emailing them (which is how you did it. back then). I was at the shallowest level for a lot of this, "leaving some comments." But my memory is good, and I know how to use LJ still. My handle was srevans back then.

Poking around LJ is hard as hell these days: the site is sloww while it's scraping your data/selling it to the highest ad bidder (and the ad provider isn't google! your adblockers aren't helping much!); and LJ hides so much from you on an entry-by-entry basis if you're not logged in. If you want to poke around to see what fandom looked like there and then, I'd suggest the following communities. I've linked to their June 2007 archives pages since the s3 finale aired June 16th, 23rd, and 30th.

slash_lords

sizeofthatthing – the general Doctor Who kinkmeme

best_enemies (my once and forever home)

and its specifically Doctor/Master kinkmeme, which is all versions of the pairing, not just Ten/Simm

new_who, who-daily – general communities

slash communities which are gone, gone, deleted from internet history: dw_slash, dw_yaoi, timecock, timeslash

ihasatardis – THE context for this image. The community was for lolspeak image macros from any and all episodes of Doctor Who. you know, because You Can Has Cheezburger.

The earliest public entry I can find for the word "timecock" specifically is a couple LJ icons snowgrouse created: (1) "twice the timecock" over a promo photo of Ten+Simm looking very srs biz and (2) a blue background with subtle Gallifreyan spiral writing whose text is merely "Timecock tiem."

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And that's all she knows. If you're on this post and I can find anything else on LJ for you, please let me know! And anybody in the wild who knows more and wants to add on, please do.

just a reminder that nos wins at shipping.

[doodle-sodapop]

Minnie and Daisy, how I love you

Redraw of a picture I don’t remember where I seen it, but I knew I had to redraw it

Thanks Disney for accidentally making yuri

[yuomizuu]

⋆.˚ ᰔ . to be with you, is to sit in autumn sunlight !

[ kazuha. ] — just a couple of random hcs that suddenly came to me! it has truly been a hot minute since my last post but regardless, hope you enjoy the zuha brain rot folks ^3^

w.c: 945

➴ kaedehara kazuha.

if there’s anything that kazuha enjoys doing—apart from writing poetry, resting upon a warm rock, or indulging himself in a bit of sake—it’s your presence.

whether it’s taking a leisure stroll through the streets of liyue together or simply listening you talk to your heart’s content, kazuha finds your company to be as pleasant as a gentle autumn breeze. when the alcor is buzzing with an endless revelry that continues on into the late hours of the night, kazuha will seek you out, quietly taking your hand and leading you elsewhere, away from the festivities to instead pursue a secret rendezvous of your own.

if he’s not particularly keen on leaving the ship, then he’ll steal a bottle of sake and two cups and instead bring you up to the ship’s nest, enjoying each other’s company as you both silently admire the rolling ocean waves across the horizon.

but it’s also important to remember that kazuha is someone who enjoys his own solitude from time to time as well. therefore, his most prominent forms of love languages would probably fall into words of affirmation. you recall the time beidou had referred to his manner of speaking as having flowers come out of his mouth instead of actual words and honestly, you would have to agree. countless times has this charming wanderer left you with nothing but a racing heart and a hue of rose tinted cheeks from just a few cherry-picked lines.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·♡·໒꒱ ────── · ·

“the sunlight is bright, the leaves are vibrant and yet, your eyes, your smile… when you look at me in this moment, the brilliance of flowers and daylight seem dull, as if i’m staring into the heart of a blooming star.”

“… kazuha!? where did that come from all of sudden??”

“hmm… just thinking of some lines to use in my next poem dove.”

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·♡·໒꒱ ────── · ·

kazuha will seldom chose to call/refer to you by your actual given name, not because he finds it awkward, but he simply prefers to use his own terms of endearments with you. the most frequent of which being ‘my love’ and ‘dove,’ however don’t be surprised if he suddenly throws in a new one into the mix. the times in which your name is spoken by his lips are the quietude moments beneath the viel of stars at night in which he recites poems to you in your honor or softly proclaims vows of forever being yours.

each time the young ronin prepares to set off on another journey, ready to follow wherever the winds take him, he leaves a token of himself with you. this token can end up being a variety of things: an item he procured on his previous travels, a simple flower or leaf ( though to him, they are anything but simple ), or even the red tassel on him with the ornamental maple leaf where his vision is tied to. whatever it is you end up receiving, it serves as a reminder that even though he may travel great distances, he will always return to you.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·♡·໒꒱ ────── · ·

“they do say that distance makes the heart grow fonder.. so you need not worry my love. a part of me will always be with you, but i can only be complete if i am by your side.”

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·♡·໒꒱ ────── · ·

as if the token itself weren’t enough, kazuha will undoubtedly continue to keep in touch with you via written letters. he does this special thing where depending on the nation he’s currently traveling in, he’ll pick a local plant speciality and seal it with wax to the envelope — a way of letting you know where he was in the world. sometimes he’ll simply muse to you about his travels, writing about all the wonderful sights he’s seen and is certain you would enjoy. on days when kazuha is missing you more so than usual, his letters will consist of haikus/poems centered around you or just going on a lover’s tangent about how much he adores you.

you also write to him, and of course, kazuha finds immense happiness each time he receives your letters. if he’s having a hard time falling asleep at night, he’ll read through your letters, hoping your words alone will manage to lull his restless mind to sleep ( and they do ). back home, he’ll fold them into origamis in order to preserve them and from that alone he’s able to recognize what letter of yours it was in and what you’d written in particular. ( beidou is constantly finding random origamis scattered around her ship sometimes www )

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·♡·໒꒱ ────── · ·

“hey [name], mind giving this to kazuha and reminding him not to misplace them around the ship unless he wants a drunken sailor stepping on them?”

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·♡·໒꒱ ────── · ·

when the time of your fateful reunion finally arrives, it feels akin to a homecoming for kazuha ( although he would argue that it is exactly that because well.. you are his home ). the moment he sets foot onto the familiar grounds of liyue, his eyes seek you out instantly, knowing that you would be waiting for him just like you always do. some days he’ll surprise you, silently walking up from behind and wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face into your neck and planting a series of kisses — ones that are so gentle and feather-like, it felts as though a butterfly had landed there. slowly, they’ll trail up until he reaches your ears where he whispers to you his greeting and how happy he is to see you.

you can most definitely expect to be showered in all his love and attention for the next few days so hopefully you won’t find yourself tiring of him too quickly :)

[astronicht]

i loved the sort of gritty but beautiful realism of tavullia radio + was seeing your marc and alex siblinghood thoughts earlier today, and i was wondering if you had any thought about how you would explore the brothers marquez dynamic or any moment between them in the tavullia radio universe or like, in that style...

Thank youuuu <3 <3 More tavullia radio! I love this verse haha. Follows directly from here, but can be read alone. CW for some nausea i guess.

“No, I don’t know,” Marc says into the phone. He is drinking a warm cola because some old man seems to have once told Valentino that that is good for an upset stomach. “Do they have Buscapidol here?”

“Hold on, I’ll look it up,” Alex says down the line, fuzzy through his shit airpods. They’re not facetiming because Marc has had enough being looked at today. The ranch on a silent Sunday is a strange place to be ill. The ranch building itself, the old farmhouse part, is homey, but if you go out into the repurposed barn it’s all white linoleum and rows of bikes, stacks of merchandise, receipts on the floor of the shipping station.

“I don’t think so,” Alex is saying apologetically. “But I guess it’s just peppermint oil. Does he have peppermint oil?”

“I don’t know. It’s Sunday, is anything even open here?”

“You’re thinking of Austria. The pharmacy should be open, just limited hours,” Alex said. “Maybe you can just order Buscapidol, like, overnight it?”

Marc burped.

“Gross,” Alex added.

“It’s just the cola making me burp,” Marc complained. “He gave me warm cola.”

Alex seemed to pause. There was shuffling on the other end of the line, and the sound of Alex closing their medicine cabinet, where he had been reading off names of things because Marc couldn’t remember what he usually wanted: Toshedra syrup, Diarfin Flas, Voltadol — no, it’s the dressing, Marc — Cola de Caballo, Ibudol, three different types of Dolovanz Forte next to the prescriptions.

“Cola?” he said, “Like soda?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it helping?”

“Yeah,” Marc said thoughtfully, and burped again.

“I’ll start burping at you too,” Alex threatened.

“Hey, I’m sick,” Marc said.

“Is it….”

“It’s okay, yeah. It’s really quiet here when no one is around. Or—no, someone’s in the yard, I think. Looks like Franky?”

He leans forward and squints out the window. The movement doesn’t throw him back into nausea, which is very nice.

“Are you outside?” Alex asks, surprised.

“No, the living room. There’s a fireplace.” He’d been worried that the smell would set him off, but the cola seems to be helping with that too. “Want me to say hi to Franky for you?”

He hears Alex swallow. “Nah, don’t get up,” he says. “Where is he?”

“Franky?”

“No.”

Marc leans back on the sofa, sighs, eyes closed. “I told him I wanted an hour in the quiet. He gave me the house for it, I guess.”

Alex almost laughs, though Marc's not sure at which part. Small win.

“You know, this was a pretty weird call to get,” Alex says, not bothering to be very faux-casual about it.

“Uh huh,” Marc grunts, pretty sure where this is going. He looks out the window again. Franky is pulling along one of the training bikes, gesturing at something that is wrong with it. Maybe the front suspension. Presumably, around the windy corner of the house is Valentino, talking back. The house is quiet, settling. For a room designed to cater to something like forty teenage boys, this corner sofa by the fireplace is pretty nice.

“Because I thought you were still doing filming in—”

“Yes, yes, I just came for a few days. I was supposed to fly back tonight.”

A pause. It’s a relief, actually, to clear the air a little.

“Ask at the pharmacy if they have any peppermint drops or whatever. That’s all Buscapidol is,” Alex tells him. He is not exactly forgiven.

“It’s not the same,” Marc says, listening to Alex wander through rooms of their house, shutting doors.

“Better yet, tell him to go get it,” Alex says. “And when you get back, open your mail, Jesus—” the sound of scattered packages on the kitchen island. “Yeah, once he’s done giving you cola and the house or whatever.”

“Yes, yes,” Marc says, laughing. He doesn’t feel so good. Probably time to go hide in Valentino’s bathroom again. “Okay, I should go.”

“Okay,” Alex says, “Okay, okay—don’t forget about the mail.” The call cuts.

[echo-of-damnation]

Sugar So Sweet

AH! My internet works now! i can now post this here (its also on my ao3)

Tags: Jago Sevatarion/Fem!Reader, caged reader, hella smut, master/pet, impregnation, mild degradation(? i mean its petification and he cums on the cage), collared

Echo's echo: I had to join the caged up pet gang. Inspired by @lemon-russ and her *chefs kiss* wonderful Morty fic series, but this is love for my bat boys. I know Sev would treat me the reader right <3

Summary: To say you loved your life was a criminal understatement. You lived in a life of luxury that few could ever even conceive possible. You had the finest foods, a soft warm bed, and the knowledge that you were probably the safest person in the entire universe. All you had to do was be the best little pet for the head of the ship, Jago Sevatarion.

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To say you loved your life was a criminal understatement. You lived in a life of luxury that few could ever even conceive possible. You had the finest foods, a soft warm bed, and the knowledge that you were probably the safest person in the entire universe. All you had to do was be the best little pet for the head of the ship, Jago Sevatarion. He was a dominating figure both in and out of your shared room with his pitch-black eyes and scar that split his face eye to upper lip. But once you two were alone together, he was more than attentive.

You roused from your little nap at the sound of familiar footsteps echo down the hall towards your room. Rolling into your side to face the door, you cozy into the little nest of pillows, sinfully soft blankets, and stuffed animals from all the planets your floating world in the cage Sev had provided for you. Your favorite stuffie was a large teddy bear that was almost as big as you that you would cuddle during the nights Sev was planet side. Your own safe space in the dark ship for when he wasn’t around to protect you, saying once he didn’t trust his brothers that shared the ship with you sending warmth through your body at the thought that he cared for you so much that he gave you this wonderful spot.

Knowing the rules for when your Master entered the room, you lazily dug yourself out of the pile of fluff sitting on your knees and straightened the collar so that the tag with Sev’s name sat perfectly between your collar bones. You wore it with pride and loved when you were let out to walk the ship with him and his brothers and the serfs could see who you belonged to, who controlled your entire world. It is the only thing you were allowed to wear along with the cuffs on both of your ankles with their little bells.

The chill of the room sent a shiver down your spine, causing your nipples to harden. The heavy door opened, and your heart skipped a beat as it always did when Sev came into the room, if you had a tail, it would have been going crazy at the sight of him. Letting the door close and lock behind him, Jago walked over to the table that held the tools and supplies to maintenance his weapons and armor. You watched him longing as he slowly removed each piece of his heavy armor. You could see new scratches and dents from his latest time on the surface of the planet he was currently in charge of.

You didn’t know exactly what he did there, simply telling you that it was no concern of pets what their Masters did. All you knew is that sometimes it was a hard job he did, sometimes coming back and leaving you in your cage for days as he would sleep and leave again. Somedays he would let you out just to lick him clean of the dark metallic substance that would cover his boots, hands, and face. One those days he would fuck you for his release only just to lock you away again. Yelling if he caught you trying to get yourself off. You feared today would be one of those days. He hadn’t spoken to you, let alone touched you for what felt like a week and the ache in your sex grew each day you watched him leave.

Once Jago had finished, he stripped himself out of the skintight black suit that provided insulation. Your mouth watered as you saw his heavy cock for the first time that day. A needy whine involuntarily escaped your throat as you watched him lazily stroke it, trying to return some blood flow to it after being held in by the tight undersuit. Jagos eyes looked over at you slowly, the warning clear. You weren’t allowed to make any sounds until he permits you. He took that privilege away from you some months ago when you kept bombarding him with questions about his time off the ship. You had only forgotten that rule once and it had taken the bruises on your ass a week to fade from the punishment. Snapping your mouth shut and turning your eyes down, you tried to pull yourself together as to not annoy your Master again.

A few moments of silence passed until you could hear the dull thuds of his bare feet walking toward you. Once they stopped, he lightly kicked the cage to grab your attention. With a jump from the sudden sound of the kick drew your eyes up to meet him. He stood just inches from the cage, still lazily stroking his now half hard cock. Your eyes grew wide, pleading with them to let you touch it, to taste it, to feel its weight pressed on your tongue. This little trick would work on occasion but on this day, Sev was not feeling so kind. He just continued to stroke himself until you could see the veins that deliciously start to bulge out. His other hand coming down to play with his balls as high breathing started to quicken. All the while all you could do was watch longingly at his cock as the first few drops of pre cum dribbled out, wishing to run your tongue against the tip of the head to taste him.

After a few more quick pumps, he was cumming on the bars of the cage. Some of it making it onto your face and chest. Feeling the warm liquid drip down your skin sent a rush of slick out of your needy pussy. Once he was done, he turned and walked toward the shower in the adjoining bathroom, calling over your shoulder, “Clean it up before I return.” The command punctuated with the closing of the bathroom door.

You sat there, half stunned, half desperate for a moment. It wasn’t unusual for Sav to cover you in his cum, sometimes he would even make you walk the halls of the ship with it dripping down your face and chest, but never had he denied you from helping. The sound of the shower turning on and the muffled hum of Sev brought you back to reality and you began to clean his mess. Deciding to start with the cage bars, you began collecting his seed with your fingers, curling them around each bar to make sure every drop is dealt with. After each pass, you brought your fingers to your mouth, savoring the slight salty flavor of his cum. The flavor coated your tongue with each new cleaning of your fingers. You could feel as it slipped to the back of your throat and down into your belly, causing you to double your efforts with pathetic desperation. All you could think about was his cum. When the bars were almost clean you began to use your tongue, curling the muscle around each cold bar, imagining you were given the honor of cleaning off the cold metal of his power armor.

With the bars clean, you turned to clean yourself. Dragging your hand over your chest to collect the slowly cooling seed, letting it cover your nipples in a little act of defiance of being denied some sort of pleasure. Bringing your hand back to your mouth to clean it, you finish by cleaning your face just as you hear the water stop. Looking around you decided that you had done the best that you could and waited for your Master to return to you so he could see how good of a job you had done.

Sev returned to the main room in a cloud of steam, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. He walked over to your cage and inspected it for a long moment before looking at you, a slight smile turning up the damaged part of his face. “What a good girl,” he said while bending slightly to finally let you out of your cage. A smile tearing across your face as his praise washes over you. Once the door is opened, you crawl out, stretching out your limbs, enjoying the slight soreness from being confined in the small space for so long.

Sev walked over and sat on the bed, reaching into the drawer of the bedside table to pull out the brush he had bought for you. You watched him patiently until he was ready for you. “Come now pet, its time to brush you out,” he called to you.

You obediently crawled over on your hands and knees to him the bells on your ankle cuffs jingling lightly with each movement, a sweet reminder that your wonderful Master would always be able to find you no matter where you went off to. At his feet Sev patted his legs and you carefully climbed up onto him, sitting with your back to him, he began softly brushing your hair. It had been a few months since he brushed it for you. Recently you had to get yourself ready for anytime he wanted you, too tired to do it. Whatever changed this day you didn’t care. You loved the feeling of his large hands holding you, moving you where he needed you. You bathed in the affection he gave you when he tenderly detangled your hair, he hated if he got tangled in it when he would pull your hair.

“You may speak now, little one,” he said as he worked the soft brush down through the ends of your hair.

“Thank you, Sir. I have missed you,” your voice harsh with disuse.

He only hummed his response as he reached back into the drawer for a ribbon to tie your hair back. “You will accompany me today on the deck. You will be on your best behavior and do whatever I tell you,” He told you as he tied it into a bow, “We will be having guests.”

It wasn’t common for guests to come aboard but it was an even rarer case for you to be allowed to join Sev as he entertained them. “Where will I be, Sir?” curiosity overcoming you. “You will kneel by my feet at the captain’s chair. If the meeting runs longer than expected I may allow you nap at my feet,” he told you as he finished with your hair and put away the brush. Pulling you closer to his chest, causing your legs to slide to the outside of his, opening you, “First we must take care of something here,” he purred into your ear as he brought one of his large hands to cup your sex. “My my, little pet you are so wet.”

Your eyes closed on their own as you felt his fingers start to slip between your lower lips, spreading your wetness over your cunt. “Y-yes Sir. I was a good girl, and I waited,” it came out as a shudder as Sev started to slowly roll your sensitive clit between his fingers.

“Yes, you have been my sweetling and as a treat I will give you a gift,” Sev kept working your clit, tightening the coil in your lower belly, moving his other hand down to begin to finger you. A moan fell from your gaping mouth as your hole stretched around two of his large fingers. Pumping them in and out of you at a steady pace causing your slick to begin to drip down his hand.

He began nipping at your neck, “You take my fingers so well. That’s it, work yourself open for me.”

His teeth biting into your neck shot fire through you, his sharp teeth leaving marks on your skin. Humping back onto his fingers doubling your efforts, bracing your hands on his knees so you wouldn’t lose your balance. Your needy and pathetic moans echo around the room mixing with the obscene squelching of Sev’s fingers in your sopping pussy. Your muscles tightening around him as your climax built up in you.

Feeling your pussy pull him deeper in, Sev let out a groan and pulled both of his hands away from you. Leaving you on the brink of an orgasm. You let out a cry at the loss of stimulation. Your cunt feeling painfully empty. Before you could ask why, Sev lifted you up easily and set you down on his cock. Not giving you any moment to adjust to the sheer size of him, his fingers being little help to work you open. He began fucking into you with his own desperation for release now.

“So tight, so warm. My pet perfect just for me,” Sev growled into your neck. “A little toy just for me, to use and fill as I want. Isn’t that right pet?”

“Y-yes!” was all you could get out as he pushed himself deeper into you, feeling him push against your womb.

“Yes what?” he said, bringing a hand up to pull painfully at your nipple. His displeasure in your pathetic answer clear.

“Yes Sir! I am your good pet! So good! My cunt made just for you,” you began to cry as your orgasm built back up, the rough thrusting of his cock in you becoming almost too much to bear.

“Good girl. Yes, your pussy is just for me,” taking his hand from your nipple back down to your clit, pinching it between his fingers. A scream mixed with a moan leave you at the new sensation. “Would you like your gift now?” he said in between his thrusts into you.

“Please! Yes, Sir please. I’ve been good,” your head was starting to spin with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

Moaning into you, he quickened his pace, bringing his other hand to rest just below your belly button. You knew he could feel himself just below your skin. “My good girl deserves her treat. I’m going to cum in you. Fill you up till your belly bulges. How does that sound?” You could only nod your head, unable to form words. The only sound your body could produce was your desperate moans.

“I’ll fuck my cum into your pretty womb. Fill it with my seed till your round with my sons,” his rhythm skipping as he approached his climax, “Keep you fat with my children. Let everyone see that my pet was a greedy whore for my cum.” Weak pleas fell from your lips, trying to let your Master know that you wanted nothing more than to show off your devotion to him by carrying his sons.

A few more thrusts and he was filling you, his cum warming your belly. True to his word he filled you until a little bulged formed just under his hand on your belly. You followed him soon after feeling his cum in you. Your pussy gripping down onto his cock, milking him empty. Falling back against him as your body went limp with the power of your orgasm. Sev slowly rubbing your middle, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “You took me so well, sweetling. We must go now though. Our guests will be arriving soon, and I don’t want to be the last to show,” he said as he slowly pulled out of you. Some of his cum leaked out and he placed a hand over your hole. “No no, be a good girl and keep it in you. I don’t want my gift to go to waste.”

Too tired to speak, you weakly nod, trying your best to tighten your abused hole to keep his seed inside of you. He let you catch your breath a moment longer before pushing you off his lap and onto your feet, steading you as you regained your balance. Grabbing your hand, he led you over to the table with his armor so that you would be able to put it back on him. Trying your hardest to focus on the task as the after glow of your orgasm radiated through you.

Once he was redressed and armored, he turned to you, lifting your chin up with one of his fingers so that he could place the tenderest kiss against your lips. You melted into his touch as a purr came from your chest. Sev pulled back, a small smile on his lips as he tidied your hair back up. Taking a golden chain that sat on the edge of the table, he hooked one end onto your collar and the other to a ring on his hip, connecting you to him.

Leading you out of the room you fell into step behind him, as you both walked toward the helm. Your head held high as the other occupants of the ship averted their eyes as you and your Master walked past. You could feel his cum slowly leak out with every step you took, one of your hands coming to rest where your womb would be. Pride filling you as you thought about becoming pregnant with his sons and wishing that this time will be the one that does it.

[syndrossi]

Still thinking about AU where the twins are Aamon's kids and Daemon's age. As much as I'd love to see Aamon alive, it would be interesting to see a "there are 4 young adults left of the ruling family" scenario. Because. They really don't have any of the older Targaryens left around to help. Vaegon and Viserra (if they're alive) aren't around, maybe Alysanna if she survived Jaehaerys? Sure, Jaehaerys himself sat on the throne at a young age, but 1) he had at least a mother as who ruled as regent 2) he didn't have 3 relatives in charge, one of whom (Daemon) could throw something out at any moment.

I'm also wondering where Otto is in this AU. Was he also the hand in the later years of Jaehaerys? Or was it Jon/Baelon? What happens to him after the king dies? It's clear Jon won't trust him, but you have to give Otto credit - he ruled pretty effectively while Viserys 1 was feasting, so throwing out a useful man would be wasteful. Will Otto try to turn Jon against Daemon like he did in canon? Daemon would be furious, I can see how he would adore his cousin he grew up with together. Will he try to bring Jon and Alicent closer together in the future? Or switch to Rhaegar?

If they're around Daemon's age, they'd be 22 when Jaehaerys dies at last, which isn't all that young by ASOIAF standards, honestly. Even if they're a few years younger, 20 would be considered more than mature enough to reign. Viserys would be the eldest, at 26.

Jon's quite savvy, especially with Rhaegar's aid (I think I have them as Aerion = Jon, Valerion = Rhaegar for this AU), so he likely chooses his council and advisors in such a way to maximize/consolidate support. Award Daemon with a position that keeps him happy and demonstrates trust; if need be, grant him his desired annulment from Rhea and give him leave to seek a match to a highborn woman of his choice. He makes Rhaegar his Hand, finds a position that is suitable for Viserys. Corlys is definitely made master of ships if he isn't already, because that's their brother-in-law.

From there, it's a matter of filling other positions with capable men from houses whose favor it would benefit them to court.

I am not sure what Jon decides to do with Otto. Given the twins' age when Baelon dies (20), I could see Jaehaerys being persuaded to let him or Rhaegar serve as Hand rather than Otto.

("Fun" fact: I got Baelon's dates as Hand wrong in Regnal. Apparently Jaehaerys waited until 100 AC to name Baelon Hand, meaning he served in that office for all of one year before his death! WTF Jaehaerys? Especially considering that the man Baelon replaced was also serving as Kingsguard at the time! We'll say that Regnal!Jaehaerys came to his senses and made Baelon his Hand a few years after Aemon's death.)

The thing about Otto is that his talent and ambition make him dangerous. If Daemon's marriage to Rhea is annulled, perhaps he goes after Daemon with Alicent instead? Depending on if Jon or Rhaegar have any heirs from their own marriages yet, he's not that far down the line of succession and Aemma doesn't seem like she's going to be having a successful childbirth anytime soon.

Obviously if one or both of the twins are not yet married, he'd be jumping all over that. One thing I could see is Jon perhaps downplaying Otto's role in the Dance too much, since it was one of scheming rather than a military one. I do know that he's not going to be very successful turning Jon or Rhaegar against beloved family members (of which Daemon certainly qualifies). Their biggest challenge with Daemon will finding the appropriate Daemon-enrichment. I could see them approving a Stepstones war that is properly funded and supported with dragons, so that Daemon gets to live his mini-Conquest dreams. And then, a bit like Viserys, they hope he has a kid or two that can help him settle down.

[gamora-borealis]

hi callie i was wondering if you had any theological thoughts about phan vs jedus, im ex-catholic and kinda agnostic-atheist but i genuinely find your perspective on religion and christianity to be refreshing :)

oh thank you it is an honor to be asked 😭💖 this got really long so my answer is under the cut:

I had to go look the story of judas up again to refresh my memory on certain details because I feel like I'm mostly familiar with the simplified sunday school version in my head (I love theology/philosophy but sometimes the nuances of all the different tellings from each gospel get mixed up or forgotten in my head lol). If you want like, in depth info on the differences in the stories or arguments among biblical historians/academics about the historicity of his story I would recommend reading the Wikipedia article about Judas because it goes in pretty good depth and gives lots of citations and quotes like actual credible scholars that I read and not crackpot evangelical "historians" who try to claim that everything that happened in the bible is somehow 100% true and try to make all the gospels fit together when they actually contradict each other lol.

but essentially the main reason people even ship jedus is because in the text judas gave jesus a special greeting kiss on the cheek in front of the romans who were looking to arrest jesus to show them which guy they were looking for (he accepted a bribe for this). like I think it's more so a modern invention to make the kiss seem homoerotic or something, which like be my guest I guess lol I love making shit gay! some gospels claim he was possessed by satan, some claim he was just in it for the money, but I think it's agreed that he regretted it afterwards and didn't actually want jesus to die and so he killed himself (or had an accident after being very distraught).

but like, if you want to get real gay, john the apostle is referred to as the disciple "that jesus loved." although I have seen it pointed out that this is a bit biased considering that line is from the gospel of john which was written down by john's followers like a hundred years later. but still, also john was the only one of the 12 disciples at Jesus's crucifixion (along with Mary Magdalene who basically was a disciple but the church has tried to cover that up because she's a woman, and his mother Mary, and some other family friends who were also named Mary lmao). so like why jesus x judas and not jesus x john?? it kinda seems like childish "hehe judas kissed him GAYYYY" over like. the actual close relationships jesus had lol.

to be fair I don't think I've ever seen jesus christ super star or any other jesus inspired musical that may or may not have contributed to this ship being popular. but at least there is probably a narrative or subtext there that leads you to want to ship them, whereas in the straight up bible I'm like. idk lol.

but real talk like. dan and phil are so very like, drawn together by the universe coded (which in the kind of non-standard theology I ascribe to, God is the universe!) and are such an uplifting entertainment duo that bring joy and hope to so many people I'm like. If God and/or Jesus had to chose, would they choose this beloved real couple or the guy who betrayed Jesus and helped get him crucified??? Like please.

(also I could write an entire treatise on why theologically god is not homophobic lol I won't get into that, but whether that includes Jesus the historical guy who existed? idk he never spoke on that - though some people think he was accepting of a roman soldier who maybe had gay relationship with a servant but that interpretation is a bit iffy - but jesus did go against a lot of gender norms at the time by being a single nomadic teacher who hung out with single women and told men to leave their families and follow him and if we think of him as theologically supposedly being at the right hand of God in heaven nowadays then they would be on the same page lol).

To get actually theological about Judas though, there are people who believe that Jesus's crucifixion was a necessary in some kind of weird sacrifice for our sins situation (academically known as penal substitutionary atonement theory) which I just don't buy into that at all lmao even though it's very popular in Christianity, especially among evangelicals. so like some people might be like "well judas had to betray in order for Jesus to die which was a good thing" but I just straight up think that's a crazy thing to accept like why did God have to violently crucify a supposed version of himself and/or son in order to forgive people of their "sins" that is such a weird convoluted way of thinking but that's what happens when people insist on believing God is all powerful and then try to justify bad things happening. Whereas I'm a fan of the movement to replace the term "omnipotent" with "amnipotent" meaning God isn't all powerful but is all loving (and there are some better translations that actually support this there is a recent book about it by Thomas Jay Oord) and be like well sometimes bad shit happens that God doesn't support but God's gonna just keep trying their best!!! so like I don't think Judas had an excuse per se but also maybe Jesus was bound to be crucified anyways not because God wanted it but because he was like, building a movement to challenge the Roman Empire even though it wasn't necessarily a violent one (more like mutual aid, dual power type stuff rather than a direct, violent revolution - which some jews at the time understandably supported although it unfortunately didn't work out for them). But this is looking back at it from modern times. At the time you could say Judas sold out Jesus to the equivalent of the CIA or FBI or something, like even if he felt bad afterwards why are we shipping them... I guess people might be like "Judas had to do it for the plot it's tragic!!!" but for what other reason are we shipping them besides the betraying kiss on the cheek that was in a different culture lol

I did see some interesting arguments in the Wikipedia article about how most historians think Judas was real but some think he could have been an antisemitic invention by Christians, there's a very big messy history of Christians, like even in the scriptures, blaming Jesus's death on the Jews in a way that is just very antisemitic and probably not true so that's another interesting aspect to this as well.

Anyways this is my perspective as someone into queer, existential, process theology/philosophy that is ultimately pretty protestant despite me being a practicing anglo-catholic episcopalian who likes saints and catholic worship and some other catholic-y things lol (episcopalians are like the bridge between protestant and catholic lol). hope this big rant made sense, I got kinda hyperfixated and haven't had addedall today and have been procrastinating eating since before I started writing this so I better go do that now 😂

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So, I'm a AO3 writer too, and I was wondering something. Is the whole Ren/Martyn your like.. top ship? If so, I have a place directly for you in my series!

It is not 😅 if I had to name a top ship for me, it’s probably Flower Husbands! Honestly poor Treebark was getting neglected for awhile especially in TTSBC!

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Forgot to add it to this post

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Were you friends before? ⚔️🎀🪽

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I couldn't sleep so I drew some Pomnies shes surprisingly fun to draw lol Oh and some doomed yuri too I guess xD buttonblossom is cute n all but calling them doomed yuri or digital yuri is a lot funnier to me

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My disease, my infection I am so impure

Reptile - Nine Inch Nails

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I’m tempted to play mgr again for its very captivating plot uh huh

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Ranking mxtx couples by whether or not I think they'd be good parents

(I'm 90% sure I'm forgetting someone)

Yep, next question (S)-

Wangxian: tried and tested good dads. I wish them luck with the whole “trying to get wwx pregnant” thing 

They have some shit to work through, but after that I think they'd be fine (A)-

Ling Wen/ Bai Jin: if we're just going off the original publication, I would put them in a much lower tier, but since the revised edition added that thing about them raising orphans together and said orphans turning out alright before unfortunate circumstances, I'm putting them up here. I think they'll be alright once they work through the miscommunication

Xiao Xingchen/ Song Lan: They obviously have a lot of trauma they're working through, but I'd like to think they and A-Qing will be a loving family in the long run 

One of them would be a good parent, the other wouldn't be a bad parent (B)-

Jiang Yanli/ Jin Zixuan: there's no canon reason for me putting them this low. Jin Zixuan just gives off a mediocre parent vibe to me (and we all know Jiang Yanli is the best)

Yushipei: Yushi Huang has good mom energy, and Pei Ming has been shown to be a not terrible mentor. I'd want the misogyny fully beaten out of him with a mace before I'd think he should have kids of his own though 

Lang Qianqiu/ Little Guy: at the very least, they're making sure Guzi is fed, clothed, washed, vaccinated, and has access to education. Neither of them know what they're doing, but I think Little Guy is good at faking it. I wish them luck in their upcoming custody battle  

You know what, surprise me/ I'll hear you out (C)-

Bingqiu: My first instinct is “no, do not bring kids into this,” but then I remembered tharnShen Qingqiu has a surprisingly decent track record? Like, Ning Yingying and Ming Fan both turned out a lot more health than they did in the original novel, and though I wouldn't call him in a good place, Binghe is doing a lot better than Bingge. The wild card for me here is Luo Binghe because I have no idea how he'd be with kids

Quanyin: Yin Yu had a decent track record until he was pushed into snapping. I think rn, he needs a couple centuries of being a babygirl before he's ready to parent again. No idea how Quan Yizhen would do though 

Born to “dual income, no kids, rich uncles/aunts” (D)-

Fengqing: Feng Xin is canonically a bad dad. I know he's working on it, but it is what it is. Mu Qing has been shown to be decent with kids, but I think he’d have a melt down if he had to deal with the mess constantly. 

Hualian: I mean, Xie Lian has raised three kids at this point and one of them became a god, another became state preceptor and then sorta complicit in a genocide, and one became god AND committed genocide + he babysat a ghost king for months and didn't even realize that's what he was because it was a miracle if he remembered to feed him… so, a mixed bag. Hua Cheng may be schrodinger’s child hater, but I'm intrigued by the idea of him raising kids just because I want to know how his own childhood would influence his parenting abilities. They should probably just stick to babysitting for now though 

Mingling: Liu Mingyan is too busy writing gay porn to be dealing with kids, and I just can't imagine Sha Hualing as a mom

Please don't bring a kid into this mess (F)-

Beefleaf: Do I need to explain this one?

Mobeishang: Shang Qinghua should not be put in any position where he has to teach someone about consent (Binghe’s early attempts at flirting being a prime example of why that's a bad idea). I also think Mobei Jun is still working on the whole “why hitting people is not cool” thing. 

QiJiu: I think the original timeline is a prime example of how they're just not in a place to be raising kids 

Jun Wu/ Mei Nianqing: Xie Lian would like a refund on his adopted father figures. They had one kid and he only made it to age 20 because he was cursed to not die