#INTO THE SHOWER NO LESS

[fisheito]

opinions on eiden taking a shower in a public bathroom with bare feet i couldn't even enjoy the scene because i was so horrified eiden where are your shower slippers Jesus

you bring it up and i realise i had my suspending-disbelief-yaoi-immunity goggles on thru the whole scene believing that essence naturally acts as some sorta full-body magical shield against germs and disease 😅😅 i mean. how else are these mens gonna hoe out that severely and NOT get taken down by the most mundane sexually-or-platonically-transmitted infections

[teletunkie]

Juri Juri.

[divineandmajesticinone]

KISS X KISS X KISS: Love ii Shower (2023) Nagumo Shoma + face caressing / being worshipped

[neverpathia]

my slay the princess AU isn't much. it's simply another post-ending thing. the quiet leaves the construct with the mound. they give up their divinity in the process.

so this divinity is left behind with the rest of the Quiet and the rest of the Mound. namely, the construct, shaped from both gods.

hero, paranoid and all the other voices are left behind and kind of just expand the construct by themselves. they're not mortal, not exactly. more like if they die, they die, but they still carry some portion of the Quiet's divinity and ability. they all live in a nice little village now. but there's still so much of the Long Quiet that remains unexplored, and there's still so much more to learn and to do. so basically this is like a little fantasy slice of life and sometimes they go out and explore and fight monsters, the usual.

as for the Vessels it's more interesting. Shifty's final act of divinity, before coalescing into her heart and leaving it all behind, was going to be one of love. so just as she offered the Quiet perspectives to grow and change, she decided to offer these little aspects of him the same chances. a few vessels were cast aside from her multitudes to wander in the construct. the vessels that meant the most to the Voices. the vessels that helped and will continue to help them develop into their own people, rather than hinder, rather than obstruct.

tldr: I want to write cosy fantasy and I don't wanna focus on my main writing project so for now we just have this. fanfiction. of a niche fandom. when did I stoop this low /j

[codename-adler]

on Kevseth and Enemies-to-Lovers

i think there are ships where the characters feel as if they’d been atoms next to each other when the universe exploded into being.

i think there are ships where the characters feel as if they’d been godly creatures cut right down the middle when they seemed too powerful united as one.

and then there are ships where the characters feel as if they’d been this great entity once upon a time but something happened and the core was ripped bloody from the inside by a burning iron fist. and now the shell of it walks hollow and aimless in the world, waiting to feel, to lose, to cease; and the core, it runs exposed, too bright, too extraordinary, each step seizing, a trail of blood behind it, feeling everything too much too deep all the damn time, flayed alive, a raw mess aiming for the top lest it gets stomped into the earth.

so when the shell and the core meet, what happens? can they really fit back into each other? how does that even work? it’s not glue. it’s not about recognition. it can only be painful. they’ve got to dive head first into one another no questions asked or they’ll hesitate and make the landing worse. maybe deadly, even. they’ve got to have a tight grip on each other, and hold on, and meld, and meld, and meld. it’s about hits and pushes and marks and struggle and claws driven so deep into the flesh and blood that they dissolve into the one matter.

they hate each other because it’s not easy, never. because it hurts. because it shouldn’t have been this way. because it seems impossible. because it’s endless attempts. because it’s unfamiliar. because it’s strange. because it feels wrong. because it demands and demands and demands, more and more, always more. because it’s ugly, and time-consuming, and loud, and dirty, and jarring, and too big too small too fast too late too much.

you have to let him in. you have to make space for him. you have to fit with him. inside and around. you have to relearn how to feel and how to move and how to speak. you have to shelter him. shield him. make his heart beat. make his lungs breathe. you have to be there. you can’t walk away. you need each other. you have to accept that need. and the want too. that despite the wreck and the alarm bells, the blood matches. that this is it. this is him. this is you.

what will you do?

keep away? fight from a distance? burn him to ashes and yourself too? or embrace him? and your whole self?

[introspectivememories]

please put your reasonings in the tags!!!! esp if you pick the last one

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

hear me out. high ranking fatui harbinger reader who's known for being cold and closed off that absolutely hates childe, who finds him annoying and thinks he's bad at his job. then one day reader just happens upon foul legacy in a secluded area and immediately adores the abyssal moth, completely unaware that it literally shares a body with childe. sorry if i worded this weirdly😅

OH YESSSSS, Harbinger reader is ALWAYS a plus!!!!

before you met Tartaglia, or Childe, as his codename was, you could safely say that you never HATED any of your coworkers. bored and often irritated by, yes, especially by those like Dottore or Pantalone, but never hatred... before you met Tartaglia. BEFORE. now your streak was unfortunately broken, every encounter with the Eleventh Harbinger filled with bickering and sarcastic comments from both you and him- you swear the other Harbingers are placing bets on who breaks first, but you can't help it! he's just so annoying, always caring more about getting into fights than actually doing his diplomatic work. the only bright side is that he often gets injured and has to stay in the medical wing, giving you a few blissfully quiet, free days before returning to pester you more, much to your dismay

thank the Archons that something else comes along to brighten your already-tedious days a little, an odd creature lurking in the rooms of the Headquarters. no one else seemed alarm by it- either that, or they didn't know- and when you had first come across the towering Abyssal monster it had tilted its head with a soft chirp, tentatively creeping closer before bumping against your outstretched hands. with none of your coworkers nearby, you had smiled as bright as the stars, giving the peculiar beast headpats and scritches behind the twin horns on its head as it purrs and nuzzles happily into your touch, eventually flopping over and snuggling its head into your lap. you return the next evening, and the next, and the next, and the monster is always there, waiting just for you

Foul Legacy has to prevent himself from chittering with delight when he hears your laugh for the first time, sees the smile of the person he and Childe have been pining for, in love with your quick wit and skill on the battlefield. Childe, on the other hand, is muttering curse words in the back of his head- HE wants your pats and smiles as well!!

[altschmerzes]

seen one too many snide posts about this in the last week or so but did you know that if you don't enjoy scenes in smut establishing consent or checking in then you simply don't have to read them and you don't have to go online and whine about how they're Consent Posturing and Purity Culture and Sanitizing Everything and God Just Kill Me Now. like you can have a preference without making it into a three act morality play, which is ironically what you are accusing other people of doing.

the same goes for like, detailed content warnings on fics. or content warnings at all. you can just skip those. they're not a sign of Purity Culture Gone Too Far or Those Damn Puriteens or whatever. you can dislike things without being an asshole about them or implying they're Taking Away What's Good And Correct About Fic Or Creativity.

[neo-neos]

So I might have written a thingy... Ehhh I'm nervous about this... It's a JereJean fic where Jeremy helps Jean overcome his fear of showering.

Here it is

oki bye <3

[docholligay]

This hotel also has really comfortable beds and a NICE free breakfast

I think I picked pretty well

[marq-lynch]

You expect me to work? On this, the 40th Feast Day of Saint Matthew Jackson? I have lattes to make, pearls to adorn, and hymnal chants to tag team wrestling to sing, yet still you send me emails.

[tj-crochets]

Beetle bag! Bag of beetles!!!

This might be my favorite one yet, I love how these fabrics look together and this beetle print is just fantastic

[pencap]

it is january 2nd and the sun rises a little lighter over a horizon no longer crowded with the haze of a thousand hopes— under a wide-open sky still young and fresh and new without a thousand staring eyes.

it is january 2nd and the air is a little freer without the sacred weight of the untouched loading every trembling motion, without the lofty need for newness clouding every restless moment like a warm puff of breath in the january cold.

it is january 2nd and i relax like a slow exhale at the end of a long breath held two heartbeats too long— a little tight at the edges but not too much, not yet.

it is january 2nd. the year is still young and i have time.

i have time.

[the-fibre-stuff]

I made a fren.

[chicago-geniza]

Unfortunately for the psychiatric profession taking 5 mg of weed every day has done more for my lifelong debilitating agoraphobia and autism-adjacent anxiety than any professional intervention attempted over the last 20-odd years. Better living through chemistry is real

[neverpathia]

Hey uhh it's @hello-universe-lovers here. Question, does your cheated have any string responses to Razor or anything that reminds him of her? Phantom pain flare ups? Flashbacks? Or it's just "Oh it's her" and he can keep in his rage?

Ohohoho. Doing another gift for Nevvey, now are we?

bit of a long post here because this is my biggest kin in stp. and I love angsting my characters.

He's the kind of person who doesn't really try to completely hide his trauma, but he just keeps it to little sour complaints and sarcastic jokes. So he does refer to Razor a lot- when someone mentions his appearance, asks about his pain, brings up the past etc.

He's not really against mentioning her, and he doesn't really seem too scared when talking about her. Hell, he even snarks about her all the time. But he's particularly averse to using her name or referring to her as a Princess, and instead uses terms like "that woman," "the fucking monster," "my least favourite psycho" and such.

He's reminded of her every time he looks in the mirror. And every limb in his body hurts like hell, and still stings a little even after Paranoid's administered his daily dose of painkillers. Each step he takes, each motion he makes, produces a different sensation. Activates a different wound. He's forced to remember. Every second of the torture is fresh in his mind, but he tries to play it down, pretend it's lesser than it really is. Keyword: tries.

Does he like it? No. And sometimes, because Cheated is Cheated, the painkillers get weird and suddenly wear off and he's left in absolute excruciating nerve-wracking pain. And it's also itchy. Why the fuck is it itchy? It's not really "phantom pains," technically. He does have all his limbs, even if they're horribly cut up and on the verge of tearing off.

Most of the time Paranoid and Thorn are able to keep it down to a bearable level. (Paranoid's specifically told Thorn to keep him away from opiates, though, because Cheated's already a little bit of an alcoholic, and he has no willpower, and he doesn't want to think about what could happen if he was exposed to those.) But when it randomly gets really bad, and that happens more frequently than anyone would like; Thorn sometimes stays by his bedside as he rests. Listens to his complaints and his rants. Makes him smile.

No, he doesn't have flashbacks, at least not the full-on dissociative lucid kind. They're just unpleasant memories that surface from time to time. He tries to shove them down, but they're still pretty clear every single moment. If he doesn't really have anything else to think about, his mind wanders there. And then he unleashes a cluster-fuck-bomb to deal with that.

TLDR: He would like you to think he can contain his rage perfectly well. He cannot. He is still reeling and traumatized and probably needs a hug.