#This is so weirdly phrased XD

[ectogeo-art]

Dying to know if Sub Rosa sloanshir is just the phrase or if it's related to the TNG ep...!

(WIP ask game)

Thanks for asking, hehe! It's def related to the TNG ep. XD It's not 1:1 but it very much involves trying to craft a scenario in which Sloan's ghost is haunting Julian Bashir and manipulating him with sex dreams, lmao. <3 It also draws on elements of other Star Trek possession plots, bc I'm unoriginal.

So! Sloan dies in Extreme Measures, we all saw it happen. But WHAT IF he had a backup plan to use similar tech as was used in The Passenger to stow himself away in Julian Bashir's mind? Surely Julian touched his skin at some point after he'd died, maybe to remove the mind probe thingy or maybe while moving the body or something, idk, this is tbd (need to rewatch the episode lol).

Anyway, the fic is set post-canon. Julian and Ezri break up immediately and Julian heads to Cardassia. He lives with Garak, and they are locked into a mutual pining stalemate. The Garashir tension is obvs insane, and so it doesn't really faze Julian when he starts having weirdly lucid sex dreams where he can't see who he's sleeping with. (Maybe whoever it is is behind him, or maybe he's blindfolded in the dream, or maybe the lights are out in the dream, or maybe whatever the reasoning is in Sub Rosa, who knows. This is also tbd.)

Eventually Sloan starts figuring out how to control Julian's body more completely and Garak starts to realize something's very wrong. And then, in some order, they gotta defeat Sloan and they gotta kiss each other on the mouth. I have some ideas, but the outline gets very iffy there in the middle/end lmao. I've written about 3k words so far, which is A LOT for me.

Here's how the fic starts, pending me rewatching the ep to see if this makes sense (I think this fic will be funniest if it's canon compliant, so that is a high priority lmao).

Sloan was lying dead on the table. Julian knew that if they hadn’t captured him and made him feel so cornered, Sloan would still be alive. But he didn’t feel any guilt. Only relief that his reckless plan hadn’t gotten anyone but Sloan killed.

He waved off the nurse who was trying to scan him, and went across the room to Sloan’s deathbed. 

Julian began peeling the electrodes away from Sloan’s temples. He didn’t intend to let the Romulan mind probe get confiscated and investigated. But as soon as the pads of his fingers alit on Sloan’s skin, he jumped back like he’d been shocked.

“What’s wrong?”

For a millisecond, the cold skin of Sloan’s corpse had felt warm, like a lightning bolt of heat had flashed through it. But when he reached out again, he didn’t notice anything strange about the temperature of the body.

“Nothing. I’m just imagining things.”

[nightfurmoon]

"You technically meet your siblings in your youth though xD"

this is such a flug thing to say imo skhdnjdng and the scene in which goldheart watches flug and heed news. his behavior was peak tired older sibling kinda. tired of flug's shenanigans. everything about this is delightfully confusing. i'm like oh this theory makes sense and the next second i'm like okay but what if... hope we can have answers in the near future

Right?? It's weird but in Flug's weird way. And maybe he doesn't want to spill the beans, even if that phrase is crossed out in the logbook and technically Dem can't see it, so he's being weirdly sneaky.

And yes, we'll definitely get our answers in the upcoming eps!

[topsyturvy-turtely]

Don't understand your name. Like, at all. IIRC it was a reference to some Disney movie? But then again I guess the confusion just comes from the phrase "topsy-turvy" itself. I don't understand what it means, what is a "topsy-turvy?"

And then there was the "turtely" bit but that's a bit more understandable because turtles are cool

hi there! :D

that's actually... a great confession. let me clear things up here:

when i started getting into tumblr (at like 16 or sth) i was in the search for a username that really fitted me. i thought "hmm i am a bit of a weirdo, but i can be pretty silly and sweet"

at that time i really liked the word "bumblebee" just like the sound of it... (and the animal too it's such a cute fat little floofball) and i was like how can i make it a bit more crazy fun? so i looked up if there is a fun word for "upside down" because i liked that word too and lo and behold! there was: topsyturvy

so topsyturvy-bumblebee (or was it bumbsbee??) was my username for a bunch of years...

(*inhale* this is such a long story and i can't keep myself short i am sorry...)

when i came back to tumblr (i wasn't active all these years) it was because a friend ( @justanobsessedpan <3) on wattpad said they were more active on tumblr now... and because i love Arie i was like IMMA JOIN THE TUMBLR MADNESS again BUT i also wanted to be recognizable from wattpad (that's where i started publishing fanfics) and my username over there was "turtely".

so i changed my username to "topsyturvy-turtely"

as to why "turtely"? simply because i am weirdly obsessed with turtles (no disney reference intended though i DO love disney) 🐢😊

i hope that cleared things up and... that it makes sense to someone other than me too xD

[windypenguin]

For the "weirdly specific" asks (post/731765590409265152) for Wendy 10, 19, 33, 41 and Mispira 4, 13, 24, 38

Oh boy I'm gonna have to do some thonking here

Wendy:

10. What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

Considering we ended up deciding Wendy's favored reason was bushes, I'm going to go with the differences between various types of bushes. Just don't ask me those differences -- I know next to nothing about bushes XD

19. What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

...pretend she's thinking about literally anything else unless the other person says something first

33. How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

As briefly as possible without being hostile? Like if she can get away with just a curt nod, that's what she'll go for, but she wouldn't outright pretend the person isn't there

41. What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

Oh god I don't know umm... truly all of Wendy's interactions were me figuring out her character which is why the "I'm going to be a Logical Character" concept i started with very quickly devolved into "fuck it, let's be gremlins" so kinda all of her XD

Mispira:

4. What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Shopping estate sales (or whatever the dnd equivalent would be) bc you can find some wild old stories and books in a lot of them

13. When do they fake a smile? How often?

She'd only fake a smile during a performance if it wasn't landing -- any smiles while just chatting with people and friends are natural. She doesn't see the point in trying to pretend otherwise.

24. Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

ABSOLUTELY YES, probably a snickerdoodle or sugar cookie, but she'd be happy with any of them. Or all of them. Maybe there really was only one cookie left... or maybe she snagged a bunch. Who can say? :)

38. What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Uhhhh trying to draw -- she's too nervous to share any art, but she draws out the stories she tells to plan out her delivery in a sort of storyboarding and also to help her remember the dramatic pauses

[walkingstackofbooks]

DS9 3x23 Family Business thoughts (I'm re-watching, so beware spoilers for future episodes!)

(30/05/2023)

"You only cook Hungarian food when you're in a really good mood." "You know, I always said you are a smart child." :3 I love them

"He's a very dedicated student." Rom's proudness of Nog!

"Brunt. F.C.A." Ohh, had forgotten how fun he is to hate!

"But you haven't even told me what I'm being charged with." "No. I haven't." This is weirdly reminiscent of Cardassia... Oh, of course, apart from the requirement to bribe.

"Odo, I'm holding you personally responsible for the safety of my bar and my personal possessions for as long as I'm off the station." It's very telling that Quark doesn't trust anyone like he trusts Odo.

"You know, the rate we go through runabouts, it's a good thing the Earth has so many rivers." XD you know, now I'm wondering if all the commanders who have runabouts have like a central Google doc of all the rivers they've claimed so no two runabouts are accidentally named after the same river. 

"Have you met her yet?!" Jadzia is SO dramatic, blocking him off the stairs like that XD

"What did I tell you about contradicting me?" "You told me not to do it." "That's right. So you're going to stay here and watch over the bar while I'm gone." "No, I'm not."

Rom being able to stand up against Quark when it's for his family <3

"My house is my house." Again, a human phrase with a twist found in an alien language - fascinating

Ishka is the most wonderful character. I love how much we learn about her in just the first few sentences.

"Are you sure this is absolutely necessary?" I love them trying to rescue their dartboard.

"Your lucky dartboard?" ... "A little defensive, aren't they?" Love Sisko's gentle teasing 

"The chief told me." Miles' glare when Julian puts him on the hook to explain XD 

"Exactly how many people has Jake told about this woman?" "Everyone-" The way Miles turns around hoping he won't have to say anything more on the subject XD

"I know he can be headstrong and overbearing... not to mention mean... and insulting - and rude..." Rom's expression when he says "mean" 💔

"...but he's not all bad. He works hard. You should see the bar. It's thriving!" Rommmm, Quark does not deserve you!

"I don't think Quark knows how lucky he is to have a brother as loyal as you." I see you haven't told her about that time you conspired to kill Quark, then 😅

"It means Moogie's got the lobes for business." Rom looks so stunned, Quark's just disappointed 

"You're going to sit there and study the problem, and then come up with a clear, simple solution." He's so trusting! Still!

"I already have... I'm going to kill her." XD I shouldn't laugh because I think he's actually half-serious but oh Quark

"Females don't belong in business." "Give me one reason why not." "Because it's wrong." "You're going to have to do better than that." I love Ishka so much.

"So I lied. To both of you." Rom! Yes!

"Now, neither of you is going to leave this room until you've settled things. Is that clear? And no shouting! I'm going to take a nap." ROM I'M SO PROUD OF YOU

Kasidy and Sisko's stilted conversation - so this is an awkward first date?

"He was doing something called sliding into second." She's so ready to have to explain this. Little does she know...

Sisko's face is so fun to watch here as he computes what he just heard. "S-s-s-sliding into second?"

And Kasidy's face completely changes into shock "You know about baseball?" 

"I don't know you liked baseball!" "I didn't know anyone else liked baseball!" Their stunned excited laughter I love this. Best reveal!

Sisko's got the biggest grin :D

Jake's smile as he watches them go. I wonder if he knew the baseball connection and had kept it secret? (And how long was he watching them for?!)

"I sincerely hope I never see any of you again." Oh, I wish (not really, he's such a fun villain)

I love how Ishka not only wears clothes but has created completely her own style of clothing - her dress doesn't look like anything any of the Ferengi males wear.

How on earth is Rom going to keep Ishka's pretense a secret from Quark? He always slips up and reveals undisclosed amounts of profit! It's like his thing!

[queen-scribbles]

Weirdly specific #7, 10, 21, 25, 41, 42 for Adela?

7. What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

Me: "I'm going to delete the Stars Rewritten AU, it never happened actually!" (Adi: LIAR!!!!! she's right, I would never)

Heodan(LI in Stars Rewritten): probably just yells her name and she comes busting into view to see what he needs, lol

Rekke(bff): "I'm going to cut my hair!" (Adi: PLEASE DON'T IT'S SO PRETTY)

(Xoti and Kana are also her bffs, but we'll let Rekke have this one since I thought of something for him first xD)

10. What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

Probably the history of some spell or other from Kalakoth's repertoire, she's a big time Kalakoth fangirl.

21. What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

Not putting elbows on the table. It's more comfortable, sturdier for eating, and she hates the lines she gets on her wrists from being "proper", but yes, she does still follow it. At least at home.

25. What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

Well, her obsession with Ilhana Guiserre is 100% useless in Pillars 1 and only marginally more useful in Deadfire. But she knows absolutely everything every recorded about that woman and the mystery of her diasppearance.

41. What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

She's a walking amalgam of tics picked up from other cultures; there are some words she emphasizes the Aedyran way bc of Aloth, there are mannerisms and colloquialisms she picked up from Edér and Xoti, and she incorporates a lot of gestures and expressions from Rekke as she teaches him Aedyran and he teaches her Seki.

42. If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

Ilhana Guiserre(Vailian sea captain, one of her favorite historical figures)-- she's been fascinated with her since she was a kid and has does extensive obsessive research, so she could be very thorough and informative, with the bonus of being passionate about her subject.

No idea on title, I have enough trouble titling my fics XD

Weirdly Helpful OC Asks

[funforahermit]

wait your post about the tiktok comment makes so much sense! I too was kinda surprised by his comment, not that it is rude per se (since it is impossible to read the tone when it's written), just kind of out of character almost? but now that you mentioned it i realize that it does sound like rosie, and i agree that it does look like she gets kind of weirdly defensive about any hint at rhys' orientation and/or joke in that area

This is exactly what I was trying to express, just phrased so much better 'xD

[goth-automaton]

Hi Kiki, sorry for sending two asks so close together 😅 but 16 and 17 for the writers asks?

Hi, Ness! 💜 Never be sorry for that, please, send me as many ask as you wish, ask games or not!

16. Let’s be honest. We all torture our characters at some point in time. What’s your favorite way to do so?

All of them. XD But I usually go either for some medical stuff – illnesses, injuries, body pathologies etc. I also often do pregnancy pathologies, especially with unplanned pregnancies... And abusive relationships. Traumatically abusive relationships. The worst, the better.

I sound like a psycho, don't I?

But tbh anything goes as long as I have a good idea. 💁🏻

17. How have your reading habits changed since you’ve started writing?

Yeah, I read less. XD But jokes aside: I'm a bit more observant about wording. I do mental notes on styles and phrases I like... And it's easier to me to spot stuff, that I think is out of place. Or weirdly written. Or too stiff. Or fucking hell, I've never noticed how many bizarre phrases for body parts people use until I started dabbling in smut myself. O_o (Shout-out to the author, who repetitively used "treasure chest" in their works. You have three guesses, what that meant).

Thank you! 💜

Writer asks.

[wooyoungisbaby]

whah new chapter so soon!! :DD you’re a fucking champ!!!! 

Oh gosh… A few paragraphs in, my stomach dropped when i realized what was going on (/pos). I just remembered what this chapter was teased to be about, and…. Im already in pain :) again, /pos. im picking sannie up in my hands and smooching him like hes a wet, scared kitten. He’s just going through the motions of checking on his partners and taking care of them, but he’s so far away T_T 

they were the right kind of sobs, right?

Of course they were, silly!!! ;o; @ woo and reader, please reassure him asap !!!!

You are different from… from…

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

You are his responsibility, not the other way around.

SCREAMING!!!! Sannie baby it goes both ways! ;o; Gahhh im so invested in his happiness wtf igby<3 He was Just having a good time, giving his partners and himself what they wanted, and now his brain is being mean to him!! :’( 

You had a perfect view of the utter bliss stretched across Wooyoung’s face, tongue lolling out as San kept his head yanked back by the hair.

..okay, you’re forgiven bc this is a delicious mental image hdnhsjhjshd

San does not resist when you pull him into a back-hug, numbly letting himself get manoeuvred

His willingness to go along with this when he was in his aftercare role just seconds ago, says so much about how much he needs care and reassurance. 

San swallows thickly, looking strangely small in your arms. 

The way it’s SO easy to imagine this T_T He’s such a good dom and such a pillar for the other two in this story, and it’s easy to forget that he’s also a human with needs and limits and fears. And a past. 

[...] along with a small twinge of something more complicated. 

Insecurity (or jealousy?) that they know each other better than either of them knows her? Just thinking out loud eheh

“Seriously, the lengths I have to go to to get fed properly around here,”

I SNORTED 😂

“We look after each other around here. What’d you do if it was me or Wooyoung?” “…I’d look after you.”

YES TELL HIM!!!! I love it when a situation like this is turned on its head. I can hear San thinking “it’s not the same” but IT IS 👏

There is nothing cheeky about San’s gaze this time.

😭 ♥️

He’d just sidled up to the bedroom with Byeol in his arms, thinking to provide San some extra company.

This guy!! Always plotting and scheming. To do good, but still. 

Well, same difference, really.

Yeah, i was about to say pfff <3

There is a light pout on San’s face and he snores softly

he’s so cute im gonna throw up hjhsahdddhd

“San is just— um—” “Ah.”

oh he knows xD

[...] waking him with a few gentle nips of teeth.

Woo really bit him awake, menace that he is <3

“Hey. Good morning.”

There is something weirdly adorable about a guy being so self-conscious about his morning wood when he’s had his dick inside your body’s horny trinity of holes more times than you care to count.

First of all, love the way you phrased all this 😂 Secondly, YEAH this is Choi San we’re talking about,, he’s polite and respectful. Humble and kindness, even. 

“Yeah,” San says quietly. “Want to be taken care of.”

brb walking into traffic due to an urgent case of San Is Too Precious

Igbyyyy oh my goOdnhjjd  this part where they’re only just starting to, err, take care of San. there’s something white-hot but light inside my chest seeing him like this, it’s just like. relief? also hornie, you know how it is. 

(maybe it's just that i'm getting to put my own brain into San for once, in this fic? That's how my brain works btw, it puts itself into whoever is the sub and/or bottom in a fic and i perceive the fic as though i am them. or something like that?)

and soon he’s writhing between you and Wooyoung, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

cartoon-style, there’s a volcano on top of my head and baby it is erupting. 

“Such a good boy you are for us,” Wooyoung coos at San

nvm i am actually an ice cube being dropped into a furnace. which is to say, melting. 

“Want me to edge you? Would you like that, Sannie?”

my birthday was two days ago, what is this?? A treat of edging? foR ME?? 

[...] he just doesn’t know what to do with himself if he’s not making us feel good.”

>:3c there are remedies for that. by which i mean.. tying him up so he doesn’t have any way to reciprocate. ✨

[...] wanna be good…” A thick tear escapes San’s lashes, streaking down his puffy cheek.

igbyyyy 😭 he’s CRYING!! in the best way possible, this is tearing me tf apart hhhhh He must have needed this really bad >< 

San makes a strangled noise, shaking his head like he’s embarrassed to say it out loud, but eventually stammers, “T-tits.”

[insert the cartoon volcano head again] No seriously im fucking ascending  hjfnhjhf

He melts into the bed with a shuddered breath, like the thought of pushing back does not even occur to him.

i know he’s mainly a dom in this dynamic but he’s actually such a perfect and wonderful sub that i might cry 

Just a funny little anecdote from a previous fandom i was in: me and some pals™ became obsessed with a 3way ship and made up many kinky scenes for them, one of which resulted in me adding the white card “edging a guy and then coming on his tits” to our custom Cards Against Humanity deck. And this scene reminded me of that :3 

[...] until San is trembling, so lost in pleasure he no longer has the presence of mind to respond to your kiss. 

Im standing on my balcony, looking to the horizon. The sun is rising, casting everything i can see in warm light, the wind tickling me as it sweeps through my hair. Everything is calm and quiet, only a few people far below me up at this hour, no doubt heading for early morning shifts. An lone owl bids the night farewell with a deep coo. For a beat i stand here, taking in the tranquility of the world. I inhale deeply, greedy for the crisp air. On the exhale, i scream as loud as i possibly can. “Choi san is a sub!” The owl takes off, terrified. A guy i don’t know looks up at me, seemingly unsure if he should be concerned or just pissed off. He decides on the latter. “Shut the fuck up, it’s 7am!” he yells back. I care not. I have to speak my truth and the universe will listen. 

“Don’t think so lowly of yourself, Woo,” you huff. “I also use you for your cooking.”

hJDNFJSDH SCREAMING 😂

San brightens like the sun breaking through cloudcover, delighted at your ‘use’ for him.

He’s a big fuckin teddy bear, SO happy to be used for his hugging skills. He’s adorable. 

“I could help out more, you know. Move in, share the load. The laundry load.”

SCREAMING????? 

share the load.

Ayyyy 😉

I dont have a brain rn im afraid, so no closing thoughts aside from AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

whichever way [woosan x reader] pt11

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff, angst, neighbours au, FWB to QPR

ch. summary: San drops, but you and Wooyoung are here to catch him.

wc: 7.8k

ch. warnings for opening scene: dom drop, dirty talk, degradation kink & hair pulling (@ Wooyoung), dumbification (@ reader), pussy slap, anal & vaginal sex, angst, anxiety spiral abt hurting one’s partners

warnings for the rest of the chapter: hurt / comfort, sub San, soft dom duo Wooyoung & reader, somnophilia if you squint, sleepy morning sex, titty worship (@ San), hand / blowjob, orgasm denial, thigh riding, cum shot (chest @ San), cum eating / sharing, praise kink, San is called ‘good boy’

a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns. mention of stretch marks.

a/n²: barely proofread bc my brain is being a lil bratty bastard man abt editing

masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

“Can’t even fuck her right, can you Woo? Can’t do anything with that pussy without my help.”

Gently, San undoes the two handcuffs that bound each of Wooyoung’s wrists to yours. His eyes scan over Wooyoung’s skin for abrasions, but San struggles to pay his full care and attention to the task. His mind refuses to stay in the moment, instead rewinding the night’s events, over and over again like a broken tape-player. The images grow more distorted with every replay.

His muscles still burn from the force with which he’d rammed into Wooyoung from behind, who’d been on top of you. Every harsh slam of San’s hips had buried Wooyoung’s cock deeper into you, indirectly fucking you with his ruthless pace.

“You’re decent with that smart mouth, Woo, but we both know it’s my cock she likes better. Isn’t that so, baby?”

You had whined, too fucked out to answer.

“Aw look at her trying to spare your feelings. Sweet thing. Or maybe she’s just fucked too dumb to think. Any cock will do now, even yours.”

Had you really been too fucked out to answer? What if you had been too unwilling? Filled with guilt at the thought of picking one over the other — even if it was just for play, only to rile Wooyoung up.

San blinks, trying to get his vision focused. Sweat-matted hair clings to his forehead, unpleasantly sticky and prickling at his eyes. The fabric of his robe feels strangely scratchy against his skin, making it hard to concentrate while his thumbs press into your wrist, stimulating your blood-flow on pure auto-pilot.

“You like that, baby? Like it when I fuck you with Wooyoung’s cock? Much better than letting him fumble on his own. At least I know how to treat that tight cunt.”

Wooyoung had sobbed at the humiliation — they were the right kind of sobs, right? Wooyoung knows San didn’t mean it?

It had all felt good in the moment, but now doubt slithers into San’s memories, a dark chill creeping up his spine. Had he gone too far in degrading Wooyoung, crossing the line of cruel pleasure into simple cruelty? Had he made the wrong move by trying to rope you into his debasement of Wooyoung?

There’s a weird static in San’s ears. Vaguely he hears someone praising him, telling him he did so well; but the words can’t connect to him. They don’t fire off positive neurons in his brain, don’t bring the reassurance he so craves.

‘Did they really want it?’ a low insidious voice whispers to San instead. ‘What if they are just going along with what you pushed on them?’

San frowns. No; you and Wooyoung explicitly consented to all this beforehand. Neither of you are in the habit of neglecting your own safety in a misguided attempt to spare his feelings. You would have told him if anything felt bad. You are different from… from…

He shakes his head, trying to shake off the static. You and Wooyoung would have been honest, he stubbornly tells himself. That much he can trust on — right? Right? San’s frown deepens as he tries to look at you, his eyes shaky. You look so tired…

A cold void presses up against the inside of San’s ribcage, and he stiffens in sudden recognition, finally understanding what is happening to him.

No. Nonono. This can’t happen. Not right now. He can’t drop now. He has take care of you and Wooyoung first. You are his responsibility, not the other way around. It shouldn’t be the other way around. If he can’t even take care of his partners then—

“San? Are you okay?”

The question comes from far away. Again, he’s not sure who is asking it. San forces himself to smile. No, wait, he’s not smiling. Shit. Shit.

A beautiful soreness has settled in your body, lingering memories clinging to your muscles. You had a perfect view of the utter bliss stretched across Wooyoung’s face, tongue lolling out as San kept his head yanked back by the hair. Overwhelmed by San’s harsh pace and words, by fucking you while being fucked; yet always hungry for more, deliberately wiggling his ass when San told him to keep still, or shamelessly talking back at him.

You’re convinced that just the rough, haphazard thrusts of Wooyoung would have been enough to make you cum, more than enough when combined with the entrancing sight of him and San entangled; but it certainly didn’t hurt when San reached a hand around Wooyoung’s waist to thrum at your clit. He’d even smacked the oversensitive nub, with just enough force to send you straight into one of the most intense orgasms you’ve had in recent weeks.

You could happily stay submerged in those memories for hours to come, but the pleasant haze of the aftermath fades quickly when San massages your wrists — and you suddenly realise something is off.

He looks tired, which is not unusual after an intense session, but somehow it’s the wrong kind of tired. His eyes are unfocused, and although he’s taking perfect care of you, there is none of the usual warmth of his attentive glow. Like he is just going through the motions. San never just goes through the motions.

A dread sinks into your stomach as a grim suspicion flits through your mind.

“San? Are you okay?”

Wooyoung, who had been drinking some water, looks up before San even registers that you asked him something.

San’s brow furrows, the skin around his eyes tightening. He faintly shakes his head, and you can’t be sure if that’s meant to be an answer to your question or just an involuntary motion, but it’s an answer either way.

Your heart flinches.

“Woo?” you say, deliberately keeping your voice calm. San does not resist when you pull him into a back-hug, numbly letting himself get manoeuvred as you wrap your arms around him, holding him tightly against your chest. “I think San’s—”

“Yeah,” Wooyoung says, already by your side with a bottled electrolyte drink and an energy bar. “Hey, Sannie,” he murmurs gently, brushing San’s hair off his forehead. “What’s wrong? Too much today?”

San swallows thickly, looking strangely small in your arms. Tension pours out of his body — but it’s too fast, like he is emptying himself of everything, deflating in your embrace until only a hollow shell is left. There’s an odd, glassy shine to his eyes as he looks from you to Wooyoung.

“Are— are you okay?” San manages to ask weakly. “Are you hurt? Did— did I—?”

His uncertain voice pierces your chest, deep and sharp.

“No, we’re not hurt.” You plant a firm kiss on his limp shoulder, tightening your hold on him. “We’re fine, Sannie,” you murmur past the sudden lump in your throat, pressing another kiss on the side of his head. “No one is hurt, you made us feel so good.”

San lets out a pained whine, like he tries to shrink away from the positive affirmation.

“Hey, hey, listen,” Wooyoung says, gentle but firm, tipping up San’s chin so their eyes meet. “San, it was exactly what I wanted out of this. Are you hearing me? You did nothing we didn’t want.”

He is adamant in his reassurance, aimed at San’s deepest insecurity with pin-point precision, and San manages to take a deep breath.

“I— I hear you,” he says, giving a shaky nod.

Relief floods through you when Wooyoung’s words achieve what yours could not; along with a small twinge of something more complicated. You don’t linger on that twinge, centering your attention on San instead.

You help San to drink a few sips of water, and Wooyoung tears open the energy bar’s wrapper, breaking off a few bite-sized pieces.

Wooyoung keeps up his steady stream of reassurances, while you decide to focus on grounding San through physical touch. Better to let Wooyoung handle the talking on this one, clearly. One of your arms is wrapped securely around San’s narrow waist, freeing up your other hand to gently caress over the slight trembles running through his body.

You’ve never seen San go through dom drop this hard, this fast. He’s had to shake off a light funk, and you do vividly remember the one time San came by your place a whole day afterwards, a belated response to the scene. He’d been clingy and despondent, wanting to hold you and be held; and you had done exactly that, much like you are holding him now.

Together, you and Wooyoung weave a bright, warm protective bubble around San, nursing the bruises of his fall. His deflated spirit is slowly replenished with your caring attentions, helped along by the energy bar and electrolytes. Soon there is only a crumpled wrapper and an empty bottle left, but you and Wooyoung are still there.

Still protecting him from himself.

Finally San settles into your hold, eyes fluttering shut with a sigh when your nails gently scrape over his scalp.

“That’s it, rest up,” Wooyoung says with a soft smile and an even softer shine in his eyes. “We got you. Feeling a little better?”

San nods sluggishly, exhaustion radiating from his every pore as he sinks a little deeper into you.

Wooyoung chuckles as he watches San curl up against you, and rubs an affectionate hand over San’s thigh. “But not back completely, are you? Hmm, what do you need?” He taps his bottom lip in thought, the question more to himself than to San; then an idea brightens up his eyes. “How about I make you some proper food, get something warm in that stomach? Sound good?”

San makes a vaguely ‘yes’-shaped noise, tiredly smiling up at Wooyoung.

“Alright, then I’ll handle that, okay Sannie? Just means I got to step into the kitchen for a minute, but you won’t be alone.” Wooyoung’s eyes flicker up to you, giving you a quick wink. “I am leaving you in very capable hands. Give you two a chance to chat, hm?”

Before you even get the chance to offer whipping up a meal instead (after all, Wooyoung is the resident expert at helping San through a drop, not you), Wooyoung is on his feet and pulling on some clothes.

“I’ll leave the door open, alright? Just give a shout if you need me, I’ll be back like that,” he says, snapping his fingers. Wooyoung leans in to give San a last kiss on the cheek, sweet with a tint of playfulness, then steps away out of the bedroom.

It’s just you and San now.

You take in a deep breath and then release it, squeezing your arms a little tighter around San. “Look at you, getting a home-made meal out of this. Lucky guy,” you try to joke, poking his cheek.

San’s shoulders shake lightly with a quiet laugh. “Seriously, the lengths I have to go to to get fed properly around here,” he sighs, looking up at you with an exaggerated pout. But San can’t hold on to the lighthearted moment, his pout fading into a pained wince. “Sorry about all this. Never meant to cause trouble.”

“San, don’t you dare apologise!” you gently scold him. “We look after each other around here. What’d you do if it was me or Wooyoung?”

“…I’d look after you.”

“Yeah you would. You always do,” you press on. “And you wouldn’t let us call it ‘trouble’ either.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” San sighs, admitting defeat. “No apologies.”

But knowing he doesn’t have to be sorry, and actually not feeling sorry, are two very different beasts — and it’s pretty clear which one San’s dealing with. Something sharp pinches in your chest as you remember what San stammered out in distress.

“Are you hurt? Did— did I—?”

Is that still on his mind? Does he really think he could ever…?

“San, do you even—”

The words catch in your throat as you catch San’s eyes. They’re no longer hollowed out, but there is a vast ocean of emotion behind them — and San is in safe waters for now, but all it takes is one dangerous wave for him to be pulled under again.

You won’t let him. You won’t.

“San,” you say again, your voice steadier this time. It’s disquieting, how a man with such wide shoulders can look so small. “I always feel so safe with you, you know that?”

He nods, smiling faintly. “I know,” he says, but there is not enough conviction behind it to your liking.

“And do you also know,” you say with an exaggerated sigh, wrapping your legs around San’s waist, “how nervous I was when we had that first negotiation, back when we started this whole thing? It was just you and me, and I still felt so fucking embarrassed about barging in on you and Woo. I was this close to skipping town and starting my whole life over in a new country.”

San can’t help a chuckle. (You’re taking it as a victory.) “Knew you were nervous. Didn’t know it was that bad.”

“Oh yeah, it was that bad for sure,” you laugh breathily, patting San’s chest. “Only thing holding me back was that I couldn’t decide on a new identity. So many options!”

“What, that was the only thing?” San asks, and gives you a cheeky side-eye despite his exhaustion.

“Eh, maybe there was this pair of hotties that had something to do with it too,” you tease, dramatically rolling your eyes at San before you go serious again. “But that’s not the point. The point is… all of those nerves were gone by the time I walked out the door. Because of you.”

There is nothing cheeky about San’s gaze this time.

“You made me feel so at ease, like I could trust you with anything,” you say quietly, ignoring the prickle behind your eyes when San leans his head against your shoulder, nuzzling into you. “Like I’d always be safe with you, no matter what — and you’ve proven me right every damn day since then.”

A serene hush follows as San quietly takes hold of your words. He no longer looks adrift in the ocean, pulled along by a new current that carries him safely ashore.

It’s a comfortable silence — until a light mrrp comes from the doorway, announcing Byeol’s arrival.

“Hey look, reinforcements are here,” you joke while Byeol pads over to the foot of the bed. For a moment you only see the swish of her dark tail, then she hops onto the bed, sheets lightly scrunching underfoot as she makes a direct line towards San. A cat on a mission.

You untangle your legs from San’s waist to give Byeol a comfy spot to lie down in. San smiles softly as the Thai cat circles a few times in his lap, bumping her head against your hand before she settles in. Contently, she kneads biscuits into San’s robe, and starts purring loudly when he gently scritches at her exposed, fluffy tummy.

You sit like that for a while; with San patting Byeol while you idly run your fingers through his hair, like a little braid train of affection. It’s quiet, comfortable, minutes passing by unhurried until the silence is finally broken by San.

“…I think I’m alright now,” he says, his smile steady, and a shimmer in his eyes that isn’t underlined with distress. “Thanks. For being here.”

“Anytime, Sannie,” you say, resting your forehead against his temple. “Whatever you need, we got you.”

“Damn right we do,” a sudden voice says from the door opening.

You blink in surprise when you see Wooyoung leaned against the frame, watching you and San. He is slightly obscured by shadows in the dimmed bedroom, but his smile shines through brightly; how long has he been standing there?

“I always feel so safe with you, you know that?”

Wooyoung hadn’t meant to listen in. He’d just sidled up to the bedroom with Byeol in his arms, thinking to provide San some extra company. Then he caught a wisp of conversation, and thought it’d be better to hang back for a minute.

‘Hanging back’ isn’t usually Wooyoung’s style — and neither is leaving San’s side after a dom drop. But today, it just seemed like the right move. For San, and for you.

After all, Wooyoung hadn’t missed how quiet you went after San dropped.

It’s not that you weren’t taking good care of San; Wooyoung also hadn’t missed how you held onto him so tight he couldn’t slip out of reach if he tried. Soothing touches to keep San grounded in the room so he could hear the words Wooyoung was saying to him.

But San needed words from you too.

Wooyoung still isn’t sure why you took a backseat and let him take the lead; maybe you were shaken by seeing San like this — or maybe you were worried about saying the wrong thing? Well, Wooyoung definitely hadn’t worried about that. You’d find the words to say.

Now he quietly listens in as the words come to you, just like he’d known, with a dismantling sincerity against which San’s darker thoughts don’t stand a damn chance.

“—and you’ve proven me right every damn day since then.”

Wooyoung grins, giving himself a mental pat on the back for making the right call. He lowers Byeol to the ground and ushers her into the bedroom, then decides to give you and San just a moment longer.

He heads back into the kitchen to grab the little bowl of food he whipped up. Nothing grand or fancy, just some stir-fried kimchi with leftover rice, a quick fried egg on top.

Then Wooyoung finally slips inside the bedroom. He pauses at what he sees inside.

Fuck, he wishes he was holding a camera.

Something about the homely sight of you and San cuddled up with Byeol just looks… right.

San pats the Byeol with a calm, pensive expression. If Wooyoung knows anything about San, his mind is still lingering on the freshly imbued assurance from you and Wooyoung; that you never feel anything but safe and cared for with him. Gently he prods at the bauble of knowledge in his head, to make sure it doesn’t slip out of his grasp again.

It won’t — your hold on him is too secure for that.

You are sweetly playing with San’s hair, the strength of your devotion plainly written all over your face in bold all-caps letters. Wooyoung knows your affection for them is not romantically inclined, but god it’s so obvious that you care. You care so deeply.

As for the nature of his own inclinations, Wooyoung tries to not examine those too closely. It’s not like ‘conformity’ has defined a lot of his past relationships anyway. As far as he’s concerned, it’s more important how he acts on his wants and feelings, than how he labels them. And watching you and San together? He can hardly complain about how the three of you are acting on things now.

An unbidden smile curves around his lips at the soft intimacy on display, his stomach clenching oddly.

(It’s not jealousy, he tells himself.)

(Well. Maybe a little bit of jealousy, he quickly amends. Wooyoung is never one to pretend he does not want to be wanted.)

“…I think I’m alright now,” San says, and Wooyoung doesn’t realise he’d been lost in a daze until the words shake him out of it. “Thanks. For being here.”

“Anytime, Sannie,” you assure him, and Wooyoung warms at your smile. “Whatever you need, we got you.”

Ah, that seems like just the right opening. “Damn right we do,” Wooyoung says with a grin. “Got you some food, San. Want to come out, or eat it here?”

San perks up when he sees the bowl of food, but has no desire to get out of the bed yet; so you and San free up space for Wooyoung to join you instead. (His flinch of jealousy relaxes at this proof of want.)

Byeol is the only one who makes complaints, miffed at being ignored by San over a hot meal. But she is easily mollified when Wooyoung lifts her from San’s lap into his own, where his attentions soon have her purring contently again.

San makes an appreciative noise as he digs into the simple meal, his face scrunching up with every mouthful of food. While he empties out the bowl, you and Wooyoung catch each others’ eyes, exchanging a satisfied nod. San is alright now.

After the food is gone, San decides to take a cold shower, just for good measure to snap himself fully out of it. Wooyoung takes this opportunity to change the sheets, so he and San get to sleep with fresh linen tonight. You watch him with Byeol in your arms, taking your turn as kitty-custodian very seriously.

“Not gonna help me out here?” Wooyoung asks, giving you a massive side-eye just to be dramatic.

“I’m busy!” you counter, slightly raising Byeol up. “Hey, um.”

“Um?”

“I want to stay over tonight. Sleep here. If that’s alright with you and San.”

Wooyoung blinks at you in surprise, but quickly breaks out in a wide smile. That was about the last thing he expected you to say. “Yeah, of course!”

And so San and Wooyoung happily welcomed you into their bed — and not for a tumble between the sheets, for once.

It’s been a while since you last slept in the same bed with someone, let alone two someone’s, one of whom had pulled you into his firm chest, arms wrapped around you. (Bare arms. You had picked up some sleep clothes from home and Wooyoung has a comfy flannel pyjama set, but San apparently can’t sleep unless he’s wearing nothing but a pair of fitted boxers.)

You weren’t shocked to discover that San is a cuddler in bed; he’s prone to clinginess during the day, why would it be any different at night?

Tragically, the men’s company did not by some strange magic make this the best sleep you’ve had in years. As familiar as San’s bedroom is to you, as familiar as you are with the feel and scent of his and Wooyoung’s presence, you’re so unused to sharing your bedspace that instead of falling sound asleep, you drift in-and-out of a restless slumber.

No, you aren’t exactly convinced to make a regular habit out of this ‘staying overnight’ thing, but… for now? You really don’t care about any of that.

You’re not sure when you made the decision to sleep over; maybe it was two seconds before telling Wooyoung, maybe two seconds after you realised San was in trouble. You just know you want to be right next to San in the morning, so you can see with your own eyes if he is okay or if he needs anything. Your protective instinct is too strong to be thwarted by some mild discomfort.

The night passes, and finally you drift back into full consciousness with a faint beam of sunlight shining through a narrow slit in San’s blackout curtains. Shaking off your slumber, you faintly register that your face is pressed against two comfortable, firm pillows.

Ah wait. No. Not pillows.

San’s chest.

Well, same difference, really.

Somehow you’re more deeply entangled than you started out the night; San clings tightly onto you with a leg slung over your waist, and you can feel Wooyoung’s arms snaked around him in turn. There is a light pout on San’s face and he snores softly, his breath falling against the top of your head — which could have been endearing, if your mind hadn’t just cleared up enough to identify an out-of-place hardness pressed against your stomach.

Oh.

You hadn’t thought this far ahead, last night, but… yeah, makes sense.

Groggily you try to slip out of San’s arms without waking him, but you freeze up when he shifts and babbles something incoherent. His hold tightens on pure instinct; San is still knocked out in deep sleep.

For a moment you are caught in indecision, unsure what to do.

You’ve grown comfortable in your routines in this dynamic, but this lies outside those usual patterns. An old unease cranes its neck up at the break in routine; the worry that you trespassing on their relationship in a space that is not for you — but you firmly slap back those out-dated insecurities.

The reason why you’ve never been in this situation before is because of your boundaries, not theirs.

“Hey, are you getting up already?” a hoarse voice whispers from behind San when you shift to try and find a position where his dick doesn’t poke you right in the stomach. Wooyoung lifts his head, bleary dark eyes peeking up from above San’s slumbering figure. “We can sleep in, there’s no rush.”

“Not in a rush,” you whisper back. “San is just— um—”

“Ah.”

Judging by Wooyoung’s quick understanding, this must be a pretty common situation. His hand wanders down to brush over the crotch of San’s boxers, who sighs a moan even at the faint contact.

(The moan makes a compelling argument on why you might stay overnight more often after all.)

“So… the way I see it, we got two options,” Wooyoung murmurs, his voice thick with leftover sleep. “Either we rescue you from mister cuddle-monster’s grapple, or… we could wake Sannie up, see if he wants any help with that.”

His hand rests on San’s lower abdomen, not moving while he waits for your response.

You bite your lip, definitely not averse to lending San a hand, so to speak. “He’d be okay with that? With me too?”

“Only one way to find out,” Wooyoung says, giving you a languid grin, “but… let’s just say I have it on good authority that San will probably be more than okay.”

“‘Good authority’, huh?” you say, and a faint heat creeps under your skin at the implication they talked about this very scenario, about you. By now you’d think that they lost some of their ability to fluster you, but no, you don’t think you’ll ever build up a full immunity to the impact of San and Wooyoung. (You can’t really bring yourself to mind.) “Then… yeah.”

Wooyoung presses a kiss on the solid muscles of San’s shoulder, waking him with a few gentle nips of teeth.

“Nmhn, ‘Youngie?” San’s eyes flutter open, groggy and disoriented, but his confusion melts into a soft smile when he realises who he’s holding in his arms. “Hey. Good morning.”

“Good morning yourself,” you whisper. Even with everyone awake, somehow it still feels wrong to raise your voice too high in the darkened bedroom, with the faint chirrups of birds outside. “How’re you doing?”

San lets out a tired groan, shifting to stretch some of the sleep out of his body. But it’s not an unhappy groan, a distinctly feline curve to the edges of his smile. He turns his head to nuzzle at Wooyoung, while simultaneously pulling you back closer into him.

You can see the exact moment on San’s face where he wakes up enough to realise he’s pulled you right back against his half-hard boner.

“Shit, sorry—” he begins to stammer, but you gently shush him, pressing a finger to his lips.

“It’s okay, Sannie,” you assure him. “Seriously, it’s fine.”

(There is something weirdly adorable about a guy being so self-conscious about his morning wood when he’s had his dick inside your body’s horny trinity of holes more times than you care to count.)

“Actually,” Wooyoung chimes in, planting another kiss on San’s shoulder, “we were thinking…” His lips trail up San’s neck. “…how about we take care of that for you, hm?”

San draws in a shaky breath as Wooyoung palms his cock, putting light pressure on the crotch of his boxers. “Y-you already took care of me yesterday,” he protests, weakly. “You don’t have to—”

“We want to, San,” you say. “This isn’t out of obligation or anything.” You press a gentle kiss on his chest, then glance up to him. “So… what do you want?”

He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in the dim light. “Yeah,” San says quietly. “Want to be taken care of.”

That’s all Wooyoung needs to hear.

San lets out a shuddery sigh, mouth falling slack as Wooyoung starts moving his hand with slow, languid strokes.

For a moment you just watch them, savouring the sight of San, the biggest people pleaser you know, being pleased by Wooyoung. You always cherish these times, when the roles reverse and San lets himself go, lets go of responsibility and control. Reciprocating the trust you and Wooyoung always put in him.

“How’s that, Sannie?” Wooyoung asks, and there is also something equally worth savouring about the sight of him like this, doting and attentive to the person who so often attends to his every need. Wooyoung is greedy in bed, never shy about his many wants — but he is equally generous, giving all of himself to his partners.

“Hm, ‘s good…” San mumbles, wiggling lazily into Wooyoung’s chest.

You can’t keep your eyes off them, completely entranced by how San’s breaths slowly get heavier, soft moans blending into his exhales. His head lolls back against Wooyoung’s shoulder with a whine, exposing the tantalising column of his neck to you.

The magnetic pull of San’s bared throat is too strong to resist, the scattering of freckles there begging to be kissed.

San shudders as your lips gently press against the prominent mole just under his jaw. You take great care to lavish every speck on his star-clustered skin with attention, where you can feel his moans reverberate against your mouth.

Everything starts to melt together in the morning daze, bodies half-covered under the sheets as San rolls his hips into Wooyoung’s hand, gasping when you suck another kiss into his freckled neck. He holds your onto waist, more to steady himself than anything else, but his fingers dig in a little harder when you slowly move down to his chest.

San’s whines grow louder as your teeth graze against his nipple, flicking it with small kitten licks until you start to suck in earnest. His firm tits provide you with generous handfuls of meaty muscle, tensing under your palms as your hands squeeze at him.

Sometimes you’d almost forget just how incredibly sensitive San is, a fact often obscured by his complete control in the bedroom. Even the lightest touches are capable of driving him up the wall, and soon he’s writhing between you and Wooyoung, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

“Such a good boy you are for us,” Wooyoung coos at San, teasing him with a good-natured grin. “Want me to edge you? Would you like that, Sannie?”

San turns his head to look at Wooyoung; there’s a wet gleam in his eyes, but he nods eagerly. “Want it, yeah.”

Wooyoung lifts his hand up to his mouth, doing his best to be covert as he spits into his palm, like he does not want to disturb the softness of the moment with something as crude as a little extra lubrication. He then reaches back under the covers — where San sucks in a sharp breath as Wooyoung slides his hand underneath the waistband of San’s boxers.

San groans, unable to stay still with two pairs of hands roaming over his body, and two mouths exploring just as eagerly. Wooyoung has replaced your lips on San’s neck, mouthing at a reddened mark you left earlier, while you suck a wet trail between his pecs.

San mewls when you thumb at his nipples, giving them a light pinch. His body jerks, but there is still a clear purpose to the way he shifts one leg forward, pressing his thigh against your clothed crotch.

It’s an unmistakable invitation, one that you are keen to accept.

You slowly start to grind on San’s thick thigh, the double fabric layer of your panties and sleep shorts dragging against your clit. It’s little more but a light burn, not enough to get you off, but you appreciate it all the same.

“So sweet, our Sannie,” you giggle. (For real, the biggest people pleaser you know.) “We are supposed to take care of you, remember?”

He whines in protest, pressing his thigh harder into your cunt while simultaneously pushing his ass back against Wooyoung. Another obvious invitation.

“Aw, he just can’t help himself, can you San?” Wooyoung rasps with a wicked smile. “He likes to pretend he’s a big ol’ meanie, but he just doesn’t know what to do with himself if he’s not making us feel good.”

San whines again, in agreement this time, squirming between you and Wooyoung.

“Already making me feel so good,” you sigh, softly kissing San’s flushed sternum. “Just feel that, all from getting to take care of you.”

You pry his hand from your waist, pushing it down your shorts and panties to let him swipe at the wetness clinging to your folds. He groans throatily and immediately tries to hone in on your clit — but you tsk and yank him back.

“Nuh-uh, Sannie,” you chide him gently. “That’s not how things work today. Just be here with us, that’s all we need you to do.”

“Th-then— wanna feel— ngh p-please, wanna—” San’s voice is choked up, his touch clumsy as he hooks his thumb underneath the waistbands of your clothes and tries to tug them down. “F-fuck, please—”

His desperation sears hotly through you, refusing to be denied. You shimmy out of your clothes and kick them off, now naked from the bottom down. The motion drags the covers further downward — and now you can actually see the obscene bulge in San’s boxers as Wooyoung jerks him off, the outline of his fist moving at a steady pace.

San’s breath hitches with every stroke, his eyes gleaming with unshed tears. Still babbling pleas at you, his hands kneading at your sides as he shoves his thigh back between yours. He glances at Wooyoung too, arching his back in a not-subtle reminder of what he needs.

“Shh, don’t move, Sannie,” you shush him, running a hand through his mussed up hair. “Just let us use you, that’s all you have to do.”

“Do it, please, do it, hmgh, wanna feel you make a mess on me, wanna be good…” A thick tear escapes San’s lashes, streaking down his puffy cheek.

“Aw, so polite for such a dirty boy,” Wooyoung teases fondly. There is nothing but pure adoration in his eyes as he lightly rolls his hips forward. “Asking us so nicely to cum all over you. Who could ever say no to that, hm?”

You certainly couldn’t. And so you lift your leg just enough for San’s thigh to slide neatly in-between, allowing him to feel the wet heat of your cunt right against the beefy muscle.

San bites his lip to try (and fail) to stifle a high-pitched whine as your arousal smears over him with every drag of your hips. He groans petulantly when Wooyoung stops stroking him, but it’s only so Wooyoung can take off his own pyjama pants, and tugs down San’s boxers just enough for his cock to smack wetly against his stomach.

Then Wooyoung’s fingers are wrapped around San’s thick length again and his eyes flutter shut, face contorting in pleasure as he struggles to keep still between the two bodies rutting against him. Wooyoung breathes heavily, moving his hand faster as he grinds into San’s backside.

“That’s it, Sannie, just a little more,” Wooyoung says, his voice tightly wound. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

“Mhm, y-yeah.” San is rapidly losing his restraint, his trimmed nails digging into the soft flesh of your waist, fingers slotted over your stretch marks. Whiny moans stumble off his lips in freefall, his thigh clenching under your clit as heady arousal fills the early morning air.

Earlier, you didn’t think you were going to cum. You’re not even really trying now, despite San’s request; too focused on your worship of his body. Languidly, you rub your clit against his flexing muscle, so distracted by teasing his nipples and sucking at the swell of his cleavage that you fail to realise how close you are getting yourself. The coiling pressure creeps up on you — but like a gear locking into place, you stumble on just the right angle and you’re so drunk on pleasing San and he’s whimpering and heat lances through your cunt and oh god—

Right as you are tipping over, Wooyoung takes his hand off San’s cock, denying him the very rush that is flooding your senses. You spasm against San, his choked up sob feeding into your pleasure as fresh slick leaks onto his leg. The slide against his glistening thigh is so easy by now, and you breathlessly ride out your high in the company of San’s snivelled whines.

“Where do you want me, Sannie?” Wooyoung asks with hard, raspy gasps, not far off from his own release. “Here? On your tits? Mouth?”

San makes a strangled noise, shaking his head like he’s embarrassed to say it out loud, but eventually stammers, “T-tits.”

Immediately, Wooyoung pushes San onto his back and straddles his thighs — one glossy with your slick. A thin, bright beam of sunlight falls right across San’s face and chest, highlighting the beautiful flush of skin, beads of sweat gathering on his brow and sternum. There are tear-streaks on his face, and a wet smear on his stomach where the tip of his cock rests, oozing pre-cum.

With Wooyoung snugly sitting in his lap, letting out rapid, pitched breaths as he jerks himself off with purposeful strokes, San’s instincts to be helpful bubble up again. He reaches to touch Wooyoung — but you quickly intervene, pinning San’s wrists above his head. It’s startlingly effective; San instantly goes lax under your hold. He melts into the bed with a shuddered breath, like the thought of pushing back does not even occur to him.

(A good thing, because there’s no doubt on your mind that San could easily break free. Eyeing the width of his biceps, you swear he must’ve been spending more time at the gym lately.)

“Keep those hands right where they are, mister,” you order playfully, grinning at San. “No touching.”

San sulks at you, but the gleam in his eyes gives him away. He’s clearly eating this whole thing up; half turned on and half amused by how you and Wooyoung have taken control. “Fine,” he pouts cutely. “I’ll behave.”

“Good boy,” you purr, immediately testing San’s obedience by releasing his wrists to wrap your hand around his cock. San hisses in sensitivity as you tease your thumb at the leaking slit, but he stays in place as ordered.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Wooyoung groans, drawing your attention back to him.

Like you, Wooyoung is only naked from the waist down. It looks a little silly, a little cute; domesticity dripping off him with his flannel pyjama top and sleep-mussed hair — all while he works himself up to a quick orgasm with the lewd squelches of his fist pumping his dick. Wooyoung bites his lip as he stares down at San, lying utterly pliant beneath him and just taking what you’re willing to give.

And what you give, is enough to get San whiny and squirming again, fighting not to buck into your hand; but not enough to let him cum before Wooyoung does.

Thankfully for him, Wooyoung does not need much longer.

Wooyoung leans forward, steadying himself with a hand on San’s hip. His breath comes out in sharp gasps, dark eyes transfixed on San’s heaving chest and the light bruises you’ve left scattered all over him. “S-so fucking good for us, Sannie,” he moans, a crack in his voice. “Ah, ‘m gonna— ah, fuck, ahh—”

His hips stutter as he grunts, nails digging into San’s waist to keep himself from doubling over as he shoots messy ropes of cum over San’s chest. Some reaching all the way up his neck, adding their white glisten to San’s flushed, sweaty skin. He hisses a curse that transforms into a low moan when you eagerly lap up a rivulet between his pecs, then follow a trail to his nipple.

Wooyoung pants heavily, his dark hair sticking to his face as he catches his breath. “Shit, you two…” he groans, watching how you leisurely mouth at San’s fevered skin, your hand still keeping a steady pace. “How about it, baby, shall we let Sannie have his turn now?”

San bites down a whimper, his back arching as his fingers dig into the mattress.

You hum in agreement and move your hand a little quicker. In contrast, you slowly work your way up San’s neck, pressing a few light kisses up his chin until you reach the corner of his mouth.

San knows exactly what you are offering him — and he greedily accepts, tilting his head to meet your lips full-on. He groans as you suck his tongue into your mouth, sharing his seed between you. The combination of cum and faint morning breath is not the most pleasant, but kissing San is always sweet regardless of taste.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung lends a helping hand (or rather, a mouth) by sliding down the bed and wrap his lips around San’s cockhead. He works his jaw with thick sweeps of his tongue, just tending to the tip while you handle the rest of San’s thick length.

You consume his every muffled curse, every strangled whine, until San is trembling, so lost in pleasure he no longer has the presence of mind to respond to your kiss. You suckle on his bottom lip and reach your hand further down to cup San’s balls and squeeze gently, unable to help a moan of your own when San lets out a broken sob at the touch.

“W-Woo— Wooyoung— I-I— Fuck—”

San tries to warn him — which Wooyoung only takes as an invitation to sink further down on his cock, throat bobbing as he swallows greedily.

Together you ease San through it, hands rubbing over his shivering body as he whines and convulses, bucking up into Wooyoung’s mouth, until all tension melts away. San relaxes into the bed, rendered boneless as he catches his breath. There is a dopey, tired smile on San’s face, and finally he reaches for you and Wooyoung, pulling you into his broad chest as he slowly recovers, perfectly content.

This time, it’s you who is changing the sheets.

“So, how was it? Sleeping over?” San asks when he walks back into the bedroom after freshening up. He looks none the worse for wear after yesterday’s ordeal, a renewed lightness to his shoulders as he towels off his damp hair.

You chuckle sheepishly. “Honestly? The sleeping part was kind of terrible,” you admit. “Nothing personal! Just not great with sharing blankets. But the waking up… Yeah, the waking up part was pretty damn amazing. And that is personal.”

“Knew it. You hear that Sannie? She’s only using us for sex,” Wooyoung jokes, pinching your side as he walks past behind you to grab his phone from the nightstand.

“Don’t think so lowly of yourself, Woo,” you huff. “I also use you for your cooking.”

“What about me?” San asks, giving you a playful pout. “Just sex then?”

You finish yanking off the sheets and gather it together into a bundle, then stand up straight, tapping your lip in thought. “Hmm…” you say, giving San a scrutinising look-over. “Hugs. You give good hugs.”

San brightens like the sun breaking through cloudcover, delighted at your ‘use’ for him. He immediately ambushes you from behind, arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he rubs his chin against your shoulder.

“Aish! Seriously?” Wooyoung complaints, and you yelp when he pinches your side a little harder this time around.

“You started it, you idiot,” you laugh, gently untangling yourself from San. You hand him the bundle of sheets, dirtied with sweat and slick, and grab a fresh set.

San sulks at the bed linen in his arms. “Can’t believe we had to change to change sheets again,” he grouses. “I have so much more laundry with you two around, it’s ridiculous.”

Wooyoung just snorts. “What are you talking about? Don’t try to put this on us, you’re the one who doesn’t believe in laying down a towel.”

“Don’t like the feel of them,” San mumbles through pursed lips. “Besides, those dang things always seem to shift out of place at the worst moment anyway. What’s the point, except even more laundry?”

You shake your head at his complaints, but it’s pure affection. Meanwhile, Wooyoung sidles up behind San and takes his turn hugging him. “I could help out more, you know. Move in, share the load. The laundry load.”

San blinks in surprise, turning his head to look at Wooyoung, while you look up curiously, pausing your task of wrangling sheets around the corner of the mattress. Is Wooyoung serious, or is this just his usual messing around?

But judging by his calm expression, Wooyoung is one hundred percent serious. He sways back and forth on the balls of his feet, rocking San in his hug — but his eyes are completely focused, watching for San’s reaction.

“I mean… you practically live here already,” San says, reaching back his arms to hold onto Wooyoung’s hips, steady him a little. “We’d just be making it official, right?”

“Yeah! That’s what I wanna do, make it official,” Wooyoung says, then catches you off-guard by turning to you. “How about it? How do you feel about getting me as your official neighbour?”

You let out an abashed laugh, already self-conscious to be in the room for this conversation between them, let alone involved. “Why are you asking me? I’m not the one you’re moving in with!”

Wooyoung shrugs. “Just felt right to check in,” he says, so matter-of-factly that the lump of awkwardness in your chest softens. He’s not treating your input on the matter like a laugh; and for a moment, you find yourself at a loss for how to respond. To be considered in a big life choice like this — a relationship choice — is not something that’s ever happened to you before.

A jumble of feelings bounces around in your chest; but they’re led at the helm by happiness, and a wide, giddy smile has curved around your lips before you even realise it’s happening.

Warmth bursts through your veins as you nod at San and Wooyoung, who’re both smiling back at you. “Yeah,” you say, feeling oddly shy. “I’d love to have you here, officially. Welcome home, Woo.”

[fcllenducks]

∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out . ((From Charlie. And yes I am THIS evil XD))

I must have heard incorrectly, Lucifer internally almost repeated that phrase ad nauseum. It simply felt wrong to hear that of all people to end up outliving Charlie had been the one. This was someone's idea of fun. To torment them for nothing but sick pleasure even though he could not accept those actions. However, with a single look at Lilith the absolute pain and agony of losing their own daughter was there. She didn't find it to be anything but the truth. A hand ended up being moved as to grab his other arm in a tight grip, his gaze having dropped down towards the floor and allowing himself to just completely lose his regular train of thought. The realisation of the current events forced up a couple memories surrounding points when he was less than stellar with phrasing things. To have argued over something now so trivial over a difference in viewpoint and that accursed hotel, weirdly Lucifer found himself wanting to do that again even if feeling like it was all trivial at the same time.

"..we do not even have a name of whom did such a thing." The words forced out were only just above a whisper. Though sounding rather timid compared to his regular speaking pattern did nothing to hold back the pure hatred almost burning his entire body. Someone out there would be the correct one to direct it at, it just became a matter of finding out which person in the large amount of those occupying hell. He let out a sigh whilst forcing himself to stand more properly. "..head to bed dear. I'll sort everything out if you wish to rest."

[teecupangel]

Tags from @speckled-dragon

#assassin's creed #desmond miles #fic idea #shipcest #LISTEN I WANT FUCKED UP CODEPENDENCY FICS WITH DESMOND #YESSSS GIVE EVERYTHING WEIRD INCEST VIBES #honestly I'm kind of shocked he even got a dragon #just because that means he has a way to run away #but also good for him now he has his sweet baby gigantic killing machine that just wants attention and cuddles #also love him making the Brotherhood but OOPS THIS IS INCEST WORLD they're weirdly obsessed with him too #did they get prophetic dreams? are they just Like That? dunno yet#the comedy of desmond creating the Brotherhood and being the younger brother of the king is now he's made his own life way harder #because now he needs to keep his brother as non-tyrannical as possible so that his Assassins - who already dislike his brother - #can't use that as a reason to kill him #also love the phrasing 'was the realm's delight before rhaenyra was born' because that implies it changed to rhaenyra #to desmond's probably immense relief

I too want fucked up codependency fics with Desmond hahahaha

He’d never run away. He doesn’t trust his brother enough to believe they would be adults about this and not, you know, raze the entire Seven Kingdoms looking for him. Also, I’m imagining his dragon is like a really big dog. Small enough that Desmond can’t use it as a mount but big enough that Desmond babying it is both funny and unnerving. XD

We’re gonna make it worse for him, of course. He believes that he’s a father figure to the three but they definitely have some kind of weird obsession with him and has no qualm using Desmond’s misunderstanding on the kind of relationship they had to be all up in his space at any given time.

Desmond is truly the only thing keeping House Targaryen from getting a good deep cleaning from the Brotherhood at this point.

Ohohoho, sorta. Everyone loves Rhaenyra, even Desmond thinks Rhaenyra is his favorite (not that he says it out loud) but, of course, because he cannot have nice things, Rhaenyra grew up wanting to marry him.

From @krzys2000

@teecupangel this looks great. But what if Actual fucking gods (and not ishu bullshit) exist or existed in asoianf/got/hod universe? And all this worship has effect on Desmond? Maybe Desmond kickstart return of magic early? (Cause let be honest here. That universe is high magic one masquerading as low magic/fantasy seating)

Well, maybe the fact that Desmond isn’t exactly from this world even if he had reborn in it could have some kind of ‘tether’ to the non mortal plane that once existed in this universe.

And because of that tether, the more he is worshiped and the more people believed him to be able to do things that a normal human cannot, the more closer to becoming god he becomes.

So really, the only thing keeping Desmond from fully awakening is the fact that he’s trying to keep a low profile with non-existent political and martial power.

Imagine Desmond being born as a Targaryen. Our resident go with flow guy being born into the family physically incapable of not creating drama. And this could work both in hotd and got.

Maybe he can be reborn as Viserys and Daemon's youngest brother? Who was the realm's delight before Rhaenyra was born, becuase he doesnt want to deal with the hastle of politics so he just tries to fade into the background.

But utterly fails becuase since his brothers have a favorite and its him, they just decide to spoil him constantly, even when they become adults and even if a rift started forming between Viserys and Daemon, they're still really close to Desmond.

And as the plot progresses, he just keeps on accidentally derailing otto hightower's plans. Marry your daughter to make her queen? Nope, becuase the king is probably in love with his brother. Try to make the king distrust his brothers even more so that you can have more influence? Nope, becuase Desmond basically makes sure Daemon isnt as deranged as he should be, and Viserys actually focus on the realm. Assassinate the lords in your way? Apparently, theres already an assassin cult which nearly kills you first.

Desmond gets a cult and creates his own brotherhood. And maybe its becuase a few certain ancestors arrived with him

Since you focused on Desmond being reborn as Viserys and Daemon’s youngest brother, we’ll go with that.

Desmond wanted to create a Brotherhood because, dear god, this world put the crap in crapsack and then add more shit in it. Desmond wasn’t sure what was worse. The undeniable madness that plagued his blood, the growing division between the nobles and commoners or…

How even the fact that he doesn’t want any claim to the throne and would rather disown himself just so people understand that he doesn’t want anything to do with that painful looking throne figuratively and literally has not dissuade people from thinking he’s the best to be put on the throne because either (1) the best ruler is one who doesn’t want to rule or (2) his lack of ambition makes them think he’s easier to puppet.

Honestly, Desmond would have cleaned his hands off all of this family drama if he could… buuttttt…

He knew his brothers would hunt and pillage the seven kingdoms just to find him so it was better for everyone if they knew where he was.

Desmond became the sole user of ‘wake up man’ among the Targaryens and he had a feeling this was their stupid father’s last resort.

Why else would be allow Desmond to not take a wife as long as he remained a Targaryen.

For some reason, Desmond even feels that their father has a hand on why his brothers seemed to love him more than they should.

So really, creating the Brotherhood was both his way of trying to help the people of Westeros as well as to get a ‘hobby’ to keep himself safe.

How the fuck was the supposed to know that his Brotherhood would turn into a cult worshiping him and doing all his bidding because they believe that he was god given mortal form and his word is law.

There is something absolutely wrong with this world and Desmond is trying his best to keep his own sanity even when every other people in this goddamn world is more than happy to fuck with him.

Things get even weirder when the first three Assassin masters he’d nurtured began expressing their annoyance for Desmond’s brothers because Desmond belongs to them.

At this point, Desmond was just hoping that by ‘belong’ they mean like ‘Desmond is our parental figure and we’re his real family’.

Hell, he’d even take ‘Desmond belongs to the Brotherhood and should be with us’ at this point.

Then again…

Looking at the very noticeable marriage trend the House he was born into practices and how his brothers have made it clear that they’re only willing to share Desmond with each other…

Desmond was fucked.

He was absolutely fucked.

Aquila, my dear dragon, you’re the only san- No! Don’t eat that arm- Fuuuuuuuuu-

[shootingxstardust]

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

(For Rose)

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

Rose does not use the term love loosely. She would only use that phrase with people she's really really close too. If she doesn't love someone, or struggles, she simply won't say it. Heck, even when confessing her feelings to someone in a thread she said "I care about you." Not "I love you." It wasn't until a little while later she actually used those words. So yeah, when Rose says she loves someone, it's not usually bullshit, she really does.

Rose definitely gives gentle love in the sense that she's not stern. She doesn't try to lecture, or teach her partner life lessons.. In fact if her partner wants to do something, good or bad, Rose will support it. I think that goes beyond gentle... lmao

Hmm I think the fact they always like to immediately tell everyone... is about how she can rip her arm off and then snap it back on.. I think she has shown that to every person she has met. XD

[lizord-lord]

That’s the Spirit -character information.

(I have never written out character facts like this before, forgive me if it seems to want to be a story cause it does)

Logan Veritas-aka “Specter”

Background:

-Grew up in a boring and average suburban town, only child, both parents, etc.

-Basically a child prodigy-photographic memory and a thirst for learning

-This led to his parents pushing him to excel in everything-school, taekwondo, impressing their friends..

-He gobbled it up for a while, but when middle school hit, he noticed how shitty some other kids had it

-Kids of color who had to deal with weird questions, girls who had to deal with words like ‘sissy’ and ‘bitch’ and ‘bossy’, gay kids who had to deal with slurs or invalidation, trans kids who got shoved into the wrong places, powered kids who were almost ignored as if they weren’t there..

-He’d ask his parents about it, but they just gave him that ‘everyone has equal rights now so it’s fine!’ speech and left it at that

-He also noticed kids who got to bring cake to school, kids who smiled when the got picked up, kids who joked about their families or babbled about birthday parties

-His parents said they were spoiled

-Logan stopped asking after that

-When he was twelve, he tripped over his chair and fell through the desk as if it wasn’t there

-He said nothing

-When he was fourteen, he developed a crush on a boy named Enrique

-When he was fifteen, he muttered out an awkward, overly-wordy confession

-He never told his parents about his boyfriend either

-He didn’t tell them when Enrique disappeared. Or when he received that single text

-“Border Patrol”

-They probably didn’t even notice he was quieter than usual

-Logan grew up sour and spiteful, towards a society that denied what it did, that forced children into positions they should never be in, that was twisted, unfair, and cruel.

-He put his education to use and became a professor of chemical engineering at the same college he had gone to-out of town and out of state.

-He also put that spite to use, and became a vigilante

-But it wasn’t enough. The people who deserved punishment barely ever got it from the police, from anyone, they got off because of ‘reasons’ and the problems persisted

-Logan changed his angle. He stopped caring about ‘morals’ and ‘the law’, he was practically a ghost, they couldn’t catch him.

-He’d lock people underground in solitary confinement with only reminders of their crimes, shutting off their senses until they nearly went crazy.

-He’d rant and lecture people for hours, give them hallucinogens, torture them into obedience.

-They deserved it.

-He didn’t care about his ‘villain’ label.

-He’d been doing this for a few years, then got a better job offer from Jasmine University in the much larger city of Alium

-He took the job offer, moved..and continued his escapades.

-This is where he met the hero Polaris, who was rightly shocked and angered when Specter both met him in wit, and avoided all attacks.

Other information

-His main ability is Intangibility-the ability to pass through things,, but this also allows him to store things in solid objects and sink things into the ground, along with move inside solid objects like walls or even the ground.

-However, he cannot phase through flesh and bone, as there is a high chance his own molecules will get confused, and he will leave some of himself behind

-Has a rather nasty scar on the side of his right wrist because of this

-He also may flicker uncontrollably between states of tangible and intangible when exhausted

-Still susceptible to fall damage-if he tried to phase his way out of it he’d never be able to catch himself and would end up falling through the planet.

-Believes doors are a social construct basically

-As his supervillain persona Specter, he speaks in a British accent to disguise his voice-and he’s been doing it for so long you can’t really tell if it’s real or fake anymore.

-His visor is actually pretty limited techwise-he’s only a chemical engineer-but it has night vision, but the coolest feature is the outside display. The green line is programmed to respond to certain facial expressions, so usually it will follow his eyebrows.

-You’d be surprised to hear it, but he is actually very inexperienced in fights. His old town had one hero and a lot of villains, she was good, but couldn’t be in three places at once.

-His fighting skills are limited to childhood martial arts, so he usually just runs away once he has what he needs or uses chemical warfare to his advantage.

-He isn’t sure if both, neither, or only one (in that case which one) of his other differences are caused by his ability-he has both a photographic memory and asperger’s, both of which he is incredibly used to being exploited.

-Touch starved. Horribly so. And yet can’t remedy it, since, after living with neglectful parents who only touched him if they were angry, and no friends-along with flesh being the only thing he can’t phase through-his brain learned to associate touch with captivity and punishment. Even though he still craves it.

-Has had 2 relationships since Enrique and neither of them were that great or really lasted. Lowkey convinced it’s his fault, at this point he just sleeps around because Hell, when he’s that distracted he isn’t thinking about being trapped.

Tags: @childhood-wishes-and-dreams, @why-things-go-boom, @altruistic-skittles, @poisonedapples, @the-incedible-sulk, @notveryglittery, @ierindoodles, @adoratato, @impatentpending, @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2, @mirror2thespirit, @mariniacipher, @justanotherpurplebutterfly @phlying-squirrel @cyberpunkjinx @randomfanderfriend @typical-torii @daughterofsomnus

[mythicalshipping]

There are people who are Not Okay after today’s episode of GMM, and mother effin’ liars. 

I need to get this out of my system before 2 PM PT. 

SO. 

THIS WHOLE EP I WAS LIKE:

Me on the outside 

Me on the inside

Ep thoughts will be under a cut because of length (if ya know what I mean ;) )

No, like actually, I literally look like 800 screenshots or something.

So after seeing that thumbnail I was like...what...exactly are they gonna be doing that is r*sque?!?!

Them watching the video they will be recreating and y’all...I just simply cannot. Barely into this vid and I already cannot. 

Link being h*rny af on main, and Rhett just staring at him. KAY. OKAY. THIS IS FINE AND NORMAL.

More like (h*rny nervous laughter). 

Is this projection? Am I projecting? 

Link just wanting Rhett to look at him while he speaks filth for “content.” ;) 

Link, if there was a contest for “least subtlety”...

Only the purest of thoughts today here folks. 

WHY IS DAVIN SO HOT LIKE SHUT UP DAVIN

Idk for sure with accounting for how many jump cuts there were this ep but did Link seem to get his shirt unbuttoned like unreasonably fast?

...I feel like I’ve read this fic before. 

Rhett was legit offering and then he tried to backpedal so freaking hard. Don’t even pretend you wouldn’t say yes sir. 

This is...is my post gonna get flagged by this site? XD This looks more like a thumbnail for a Video Recorded Grown Up Hugging Hub site. 

Is this also in the same realm of pretending you don’t like to receive back massages from your best friend?

The SOUND he MADE y’all am I even allowed to be watching this?!?!

Link didn’t need to say “Yeah!” like that, and Rhett didn’t need to respond like that but HERE WE FREAKING ARE. WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK. 

Rhett “I'm trying not to have feelings right now or stare at him directly by looking at him in the monitor and trying to explain my feelings away with science McLaughlin.” 

Someone is having a <i>time</i> this ep...

Rhett can only stare at the monitor as he tries to stand with his legs apart and keep his hands inconspicuously in front of him.

The tightness in Rhett’s tone and the way he immediately leans back from Link, like he doesn’t think he will be able to take it if Link looks at him in any number of ways. 

These NOISES. Can’t be GME because it’s on YouTube so let’s just call this one Good Mythical Afternoon Tea(T). 

This would make such a filthy-looking thumbnail. 

Jenga today served as a literal c*ck b*ock amirght?

RHETT SHUT UP YOU ARE MAKING IT WORSE (BETTER?)

Why do you need to know this so badly Rhett?

I mean, what if he s*anked you at the same time? Also please stop sounding so breathless I can’t. 

WHY DID HE SAY IT THIS WAY? ALL TREMBLEY AND HOT AND BOTHERED PLS HALP?

This is weirdly intimate...

OH HEAVENS. I’ve never seen a pic that so fully captures the phrase “c*me ON me bro.” 

WHAT?!?!?! ARE WE GONNA SEE HIS FULL MCLAUGHLONG??!? IS THIS ALLOWED?!?!?

I mean he *did* vow to allow Link to touch a sharp object some time within the rest of his life so...

This is like William Sonoma: After Hours p*rn.

Or maybe it’s Good Mythical Kitchen: What they do when Josh is away.

BRUH. LINK. WHY’D YOU SAY IT LIKE THAT. WHY. 

More like DIK TOK.

Rhett saying this...and all I can think of is that “girls putting their hair in ponytails” meme...>.>

Whoa whoa WHOA what?!?! (I wonder just how far Rhett’s competitiveness goes tbh...*looks at fic writers*)

When just thinking about The D is enough to knock you down. 

I’m...this screen cap is truly So Much. 

Okay apparently Rhett is also an e*hibitionist. 

Your CLIENT?!?! What in the RP and/or AU fic is this?

OH. MY. GOD. <3 

THIS WHOLE TIME LINK IS JUST SAYING THINGS LIKE...

TF IS THIS PH?!?!?!

Ah yes, always the first totally normal thing to come to mind. SURE RHETT. 

Okay but...the SYMBOLISM?!?! THE INTRICATE RITUALS?!?! ?????DSFSDAsdfa

Link being all encouraging at the end ;-;

When you’re too scared to outright flirt with your bro so you just compliment him...

...but your bro has a praise k*nk. 

What in the 2008 CGI looking a**...

O.O WHAT. WHAT?!?!?!

Oh good lord...I...

What Rhett and Jessie said to Link before they offered to lend him their “clothes pins” while they watched him sort his mail.

...Of freaking course it is. 

The burning UST in the way they look at each other. 

The fact that this is the *second* game they’ve come up with where a ball gets bounced off of the other guy’s trouser treasures. 

...Y’ALL. 

Y’ALL. 

Is this real life?

We can’t have a Just for Fans because then what would we do on our main channel?

The physical positioning of it all...

The MOAN here though?!??!!??!?!

...

HE HIT THE FLOOR (HE HIT THE FLOOR)  NEXT THING YOU KNOW LINKY GOT LOW LOW LOW LOW LOW LOW LOW LOW

...I have no words. Omfg. OMFG.

OKAY BUT THIS IS JUST STRAIGHT UP P*RN. 

You hungry Rhett? I know you like having something in your mouth. While I am not yet ready to present my dissertation on Rhett Has An O*al Fixation, I’m sure one of my esteemed colleagues has. 

YOU KNOW WHAT YOU SAID. I SEEN IT. 

REALLY?!?!? THE SLO-MO?!?!?

...WHAT THE ACTUAL FLIP DO YOU MEAN BY “IN OUR LIVES?!?!” “IN OUR LIVES?!?!” AS IN LIKE “OH YEAH WE ARE GONNA ADD SOME OF THIS STUFF TO OUR HIDE AND SEEK DATE NIGHT.” 

Whew. Y’all I think I need to lie down before I even attempt to watch the More. 

[redwinterroses]

RIIIIIIIIIGHT SO.

I just finished chapter 13 of Dog At The Door and holy hot cross buns batman if you're not reading this fic you NEED to. It's literally one of the best written fics I have ever read in my life and I've been reading fanfiction for over 15 years, lol.

I went back and reread the entire fic to lead up to chapter 13 and I decided to treat it like I used to treat things I had to read in college so I took notes as I went and please I am warning you this post is incredibly long. Almost 3k words. PLEASE do not hit that "read more" button unless you're good with having to scroll past it all and also spoilers ahead. Proceed with caution.

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Rereading Dog at the Door reactions (spoilers, obviously):

· Doc finding Ren’s body to be cold and for a second thinking he’s actually dead—my heart

· “That’s Ren, alive and kicking.” Oh…no, Doc. No it’s not.

· The first “Where is my hand?” hits different the second time through

· Gah the ice and winter imagery ALL over the place—my English degree brain wants to watch and see if that shifts to warmth at any point as we go? Thoughts for future Red to think.

· It’s fascinating to me to see Doc constantly thrust into the prey role. This is a guy who is very much not that person normally, but something about the Red King is beyond anything he’s really encountered before—or at least not since Dinnerbone—and it pushes him into an entirely new role that he clearly chafes in

· “I should get back to work on your new arm soon,” he says, making a mental note to add claws to the fingertips. Honestly Doc why tho. XD

· “It feels like something Ren would want him to do.” </3

· Side note: I just watched Doc’s freaking hour long shulker farm vid, and that’s making it a lot easier to hear his voice in this fic

· I’m more curious about the hand.” New Ren laughs a bit at his own words, as though there’s something funny about that phrasing. I MISSED THIS LINE THE FIRST TIME THROUGH

· The bead curtain being cursed hippie treasure XD

· The fact that Doc just so quickly accepts that Ren is gone—maybe not permanently, but at least for now—is kind of heartbreaking. Because you know he hasn’t really accepted it, he’s just… deciding not to feel anything about it. Just nod and move on and pretend you don’t need to stop and cope with the possible/probable death of your best friend and the fact that Someone Else is wearing his skin. That’s so sad.

· “high-fiving the finished hand with his own metal hand.” Aww… Doccy.

· “He shoos away the images of New Ren holding him up by the throat supervillain-style and turns around.” Hmmmmmmm want that fanart. Scary New Ren/RK is good stuff. (post-chapter-13 Red popping in with a WHAT THE HECK)

· “that makes him seem like a ghost in Ren’s body.” YA KNOW. LIKE HE IS.

· Okay side note time: why is the Red King here? Ya know? Like – in 3rdLife the idea of a possessing spirit of bloodlust makes some sense. But why stick around? Was RK trying to escape the 3L server, or was this not deliberate? At what point did he take over from Ren—at Black Heart Altar? In which case, was the whole idea Ren’s to begin with, or was he influenced? Maybe it happened the first time Ren died? The Red King took over then—or at least started to? Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts…

· Wait more theories—what if RK is connected to the ????? entity that spoke to Martyn when he died? In which case, cMartyn said he was considering making that canonically a Watcher (he ended up not doing it, but he also didn’t do anything that contradicted it either). I’m not saying RK is a Watcher… but boy he sure does stare a lot, don’t he.

· Holding the screwdriver like a dagger—mmmm

· Okay funny thought: all this frost, RK’s gonna need to be real careful about rust lol. And straining the metal, tbh, all that freezing and thawing is going to have an effect but the rust idea is making me laugh

· Until I realized it would look like blood and it’s not funny anymore

· “Renbob is in the beanbag stuffed next to the driver’s seat” right so is this where Renbob sleeps because I have been wondering—

· “something about having two people look like Ren when neither of them are makes Doc stop to take a shaky breath” *sob*

· “Renbob clears his throat, looking up at Doc with a smile that is so obviously fake that it hurts.” Ugh the LOT of you stop repressing everything you’ll give yourselves a collective hernia

· “he’ll probably have to break the news to the other hermits, too, Iskall and False and all the others.” All these painful lines I somehow missed the first time through

· Awww warm air comes in when Renbob opens the door—with the flowers and everything, Renbob is so easily associated with spring, I love this contrast.

· Aaand there it is, yup, RK is shocked to see his face on Renbob, and Renbob is shocked to see that this is so clearly Not Ren.

· They both recover pretty quickly, though. Survivors, both of them.

· RK calls Renbob their “ferryman” and I’m not sure if I was supposed to get “crossing the river Styx” vibes from that But I Did. (does RK think he’s dead? That they’re all dead?) (post-chapter-13 Red here with a little bit of wordless screaming.) (and also a bit of pride that I picked up on this.)

· “And what a help you’ve been! Fixing me up, replacing my hand.” Hi yes, 911? there’s a dagger stabbed into my feels.

· “he’d rather remember rage than see another person’s heart break.” Dang that’s such a raw line. Oof.

· ”the Red King says, his voice hoarse with tears.” Really interesting that this blood deity can feel such emotions—like, anger or even fear, I can get. But to see this entity upset to the point of tears is fascinating.

· “There is a crown on Doc’s workbench.” Right, yeah so like—is RK unwillingly manifesting these artifacts? Because that’s wild, man. …how long before he manifests an “enchanter”?

· “I’ve never seen it [the crown] clean before.” Okay that definitely implies that maybe RK didn’t come around until after Black Heart Altar?

· “The Red King has the crown in his lap when Doc turns back around, claws gently tracing over the engravings, leaving frost patterns behind.” I really wish I had art skills because there’s this image in my head of a drawing of the crown held in RK’s hands, with his face (one eye glowing, one in shadow) reflected in the surface, and frost patterns following behind a claw that’s daintily tracing the surface. But I can’t draw so—

· RK asks for a change of clothes. What was he wearing when they rescued him, I wonder? The Red King outfit with the fur capelet? Or Ren’s Stargazer outfit? Which begs the question: where does Stargazer fit into all this? Was Ren’s return to Hermitcraft RK free, but when he came so close to dying to Sith, RK found that as a gateway to take over? (Post-13 Red here, Looking Intently at this note.)

· Awww… the image of a one-legged RK clutching new clothes to his chest and hopping down to change in the bathroom… That’s weirdly endearing. He’s less menacing when he stands up somehow. Less lurking, maybe.

· Oooohhhhh he messed up his back sleeping on the floor. Gotcha.

· Doc keeps telling himself (and RK) that saving him and working on these parts is “the right thing to do” and while he’s not WRONG I just want to see him realize that it’s not only the right thing, it’s realistically the only thing, because if he didn’t, then he’d have to deal with the fact that he’s lost his best friend and we can’t have that.

· “I don’t need to eat” ummmmmm no hold on this definitely implies that RK is possessing a dead body and I’m not okay with that where is Ren

· LOLOL “I can’t stand to see [you do] this” is such a raw line to be about watching Doc eat cereal with his hands

· “The voice doesn’t belong to who he thinks it does.” Ugh, Doc. This isn’t the first time he’s lost a close friend to Something Else, something otherworldly.

· “All of them are waiting for him, waiting for him to do something more, something better—” aaand there it is. Doc’s characterization in this fic in a single sentence.

· Doc waking up and thinking he’s seeing Ren and RK’s hesitation and the gentle “I’m not Ren”—OH MY HEART

· RK’s coffee = Renbob’s friendship bracelets

· Randomly can I just say that I love how RK’s dialog is all in italics? It concerned me at first because I thought it was going to keep pulling me out of the narrative, but instead it really just feels right. Also I’m looking forward to the moment when he says something and it’s not in italics because it’s REN and oh my lands please give this to me I beg you (post-13 Red here with a bit more mindless screaming)

· “watch your tongue with me, Atlas, because I’m the one person you can pass the sky to.” Okay okay okay—English studies brain coming out. This suggests that there is a burden RK and Doc can share: something Doc is currently struggling against that only RK can help him with. In the moment, I don’t know if this is really fair of RK to say—after all, Doc does technically have Renbob too, if we’re just talking about Doc’s unhealthy coping mechanisms. In fact, if that’s the context, then Renbob is a much better fellow-Atlas because he and Doc have known each other much longer and they’re both dealing with the loss of Ren. BUT, knowing about the upcoming conversation where Doc and RK both realize that they’ve lost someone (Ren for Doc, Martyn for RK) this line suddenly has a lot more weight. Again, I don’t think that in that moment RK quite has the right to pull this zinger. But in later context, it turns out to be true after all. They are the only two with this particular shared pain.

· Doc upset with himself because he can’t get over his “stupid hang-ups” DOC MY LAD. “I’ve lost my best friend, you’re in his body, and I don’t know how to process any of these emotions” is not a “stupid hang-up” PLEASE stop blaming yourself for everything!?

· “I’m so tired” in the middle of his nightmare—oh my gosh. That hurts so much for some reason.

· I also very much wish I had the ability to draw the image of Doc with tears on his face, staring dead-eyed down at his workbench while RK looms over from behind, pinning his wrists to the table with one metal arm and one frost-bitten one, a look of exasperation and concern on his face. Why can’t I draw the things

· “How do you know Etho” “I watched him die.” OW ow ow ow ow

· Doc takes this as calmly as only someone used to living in a world where death has low consequences can. Oh. Oh—that means… huh. Doc isn’t used to losing people permanently on any basis, especially not death. So no wonder he doesn’t know how to process Ren being gone (I can’t bear to write “dead” there). He literally doesn’t have context for it… and what context he DOES have is like—I mean, Etho and Bdubs came back. Ouch.

· “Twenty-five.” The Red King makes the number sound like a threat. Yet another banger line I missed the first time through. Imagine waking up and thinking you’re in 3rd Life again but instead of 14 players there’s almost twice that many and you think you don’t know any of them.

· I still don’t quite understand the “when was etho added/should have known there was something different” bit or why RK is so emotional about it… but I have trust that it’ll make sense at some point. (post-13 Red: ...is this something about the fact that he thinks he's dead...so he thinks Etho has died before? Like, that 3rd Life wasn't Etho's first hardcore? ...I feel like I'm almost grasping this but I'm missing an element somewhere.)

· And now a sword. RK. My man. You need to stop manifesting things—especially when they scare the ever-living daylights out of you.

· I absolutely adore the in-universe lore that Fire Aspect is a PvP enchantment because it threatens dropped loot, and yeah I very well might steal that. (Along with something I read at one point who-even-knows-where that Knockback is a coward’s enchantment, because I love that too.)

· He really shouldn’t. / Doc picks up the sword by the scabbard and hands it to him, hilt extended. Doc you already trust this guy so much and you don’t even know it—but is it just because you still subconsciously trust the face he wears? Or is it something deeper?

· Ugh, the “I was supposed to kill someone for him” conversation/scene is SO FREAKING GOOD

· “I don’t want it. Not like the crown.” Why, though? Why doesn’t he want it? Because it’s more to do with death than kingship? OH. Oh, I hadn’t even considered that. I’ve been thinking of RK as this like, god of blood and vengeance but maybe he’s not. Maybe he hates the bloodshed (“the blood! It’s drippin’ in me eyes… I’ve been blinded by the violence…”) just as much—more?—than Ren did/would have. Huh. That’s a new facet.

· Oh my heart the “have you ever lost someone and it was your fault” line. Dagger to the feels. Dagger to the feels.

· This like… “I’m on a roll and even though I know I should stop I really don’t want to” mode? Man. That’s relatable. Especially when you’re working to avoid dealing with something else.

· “Not making it for you—it’s for Ren” oh ouch ouch ouch the denial suddenly breaks through it’s okay, Doc I’m with you on this

· The second time reading through it’s far clearer that Doc has a blind panic attack here—when he starts rambling that Ren’s coming back, he’ll be there for season eight and RK goes to…do whatever he was going to do and Doc just blanks out. The manic productivity should have been a warning sign, the poor guy is crumbling.

· “Doctor” and “he’s not sure he deserves that title right now” UGH Doc needs a hug someone please hug him and tell him it’s all going to be okay. Someone please hug me and tell me it’s all going to be okay.

· “his hand on his throat” over the scar from the Red Winter axe? </3

· “I did do that. I have done that.” RK admitting to it actually having been him in Doc’s nightmares?

· Okay sorry the conversation about beating Dinnerbone will never not be funny to me

· RK mentions that people used to call him m’lord or Ren, and then mere minutes later you have “Ren. You couldn’t save him because of me, could you?” He knows exactly what’s going on here. Not maliciously, but he’s no dense-head, he’s put the pieces together. (post-13 Red: MOST of the pieces. Most of them.)

· Watching Doc slowly stop fighting his nightmares—like, the first time, he fights. The second time, he accepts it but still struggles. And this time… this time he gives up before it even starts. That hurts, man.

· Good grief the whole “get my head chopped off” / “you really don’t want that” bit. O.O I’m not sure what emotion I’m feeling but I’m Feeling An Emotion.

· “Snow’s new. Dream’s not.” </3

· …Doc’s not gonna be a fan of snowier-snow after this trip…

· "Dr. M77" Actually he’s Doc Monster, RK, but we’ll let it go. XD

· OKAY BUT THIS EXCHANGE? The “how are you feeling” / “better” / “you’re a bad liar” / “I said better not great” that’s such a good exchange and I don’t know why every other time I’ve ever seen it used they stop at the lying accusation? Doc with the snappy comebacks, man.

· Aaah, Doc and RK, two establishment bros bonding over a shared disdain for hippies.

· The bit about the fella who wore an iron helmet and called it a powdered wig—fear is in my heart. *shoves Scar into an obsidian box and blocks it closed*

· “Who was Ren to you?” </3

· Doc is more than willing to spread the flames, to sear his loss into RK’s bones. / The king’s face stops him. Ren’s face stops him. Holy CRAP is that a good set of lines. So much going on there, and ALL of it good.

· Again. I wish I could draw. I would draw RK sitting on the edge of the bed, gently hugging a collapsed-in-on-himself Doc. </3

· “And I hate the devil that forced us apart, that mixed my blood with his.” *adds another layer to Scar’s obsidian fort*

· OKAY STARTING CHAPTER THIRTEEN I made the mistake of logging into Tumblr earlier and saw people screaming so I’m sure I’m not ready for this but here we go

· Oh no RK has been hippie-ified

· “You started a paramilitary organization because you have hay fever?” *dies laughing*

· Ugh I need to go back and watch s6 I’ve only seen the tail end of Mumbo’s side of things and there’s so much I don’t know.

· HAHAHAHAH I do know the trident bit though—

· Wait he said Scar

· PANIC

· “Kingslayer. bloodthirsty. Time King. The coward. And the mastermind behind it all, the loyal soldier to the very end, the whole damn reason either of us are in this mess.”

· HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP HOLY—

· “Is this the afterlife I deserve? After everything, this is the hell I’m going to endure?” I AM SCREAMING

· Doc pinned to the wall with ice, struggling to breathe—I CAN’T WHAT IS HAPPENING

· ((You know I’d get through this a lot faster if I stopped pausing to write reactions—))

· “A break in the ice. A whisper of spring.” Symbolism. Symbolism.

· “Ren was dead when I found him again,” NO I REFUSE TO READ THIS

· “don’t use the hand I built you to hurt yourself” DOC. SIR. MY HEART.

· RK don't run, RK get back here—what are you—

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· I

· JUST

· ACTUALLY

· SCREAMED

· AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

· *several long moments of just breathing*

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· *rereads*

· Holy crap on a garbage cracker with an extra serving of what-the-heck sauce

· REN

· REN

· Okay lol okay hahaha calming down

· I literally threw myself back in my chair away from the computer reading that last paragraph. I don't usually... physically react to things I read. LOL. Heh. I’m. Ah. I’m not emotionally invested in this or anything.

· Holy crap.

· Okay. Okay. Okay.

· Um.

· Great chapter, guys. Awesome stuff. Really good. I’m absolutely okay right now and it’s all totally fine.

· …please enjoy your break and get lots of rest and I very much look forward to the return of this fic you have no idea.

· I need to go breathe for a little bit.

EDIT: no, you know what--I'm not going to be a nice polite fangirl over here and quietly hope y'all see this I'm straight up tagging you, @fluffy-papaya and @betweenlands. THANK YOU but also how dare.

[jippy-kandi]

Digimon Adventure: 2020 – Episode 43: Clash, The King Of Digimon (Review)

Thoughts on the forty-third episode of the Digimon Adventure reboot series.

This episode was super fun! It was utterly ridiculous - but I loved it a lot! x)

Thanks, narration, for reminding me that this series actually has a plot! But I’m sure the episode will be filler again and make me forget. Remind me again next episode! :)

Tailmon informs us the children are lost. This is very convenient for filler plot shenanigans to happen. What else is new? XD;

I don’t remember Etemon being this fun, lol. And ngl, I dig his music. XD;

And now Etemon has a rival in the form of a YMCA instructor named Volcamon! He’s a lot of fun, too. XD;

OMG Mimi continues to be such a blessing. “Mimigo” is one of my favourite phrases from the series, now. XD;

Everyone needs a friend like Mimi, who doesn’t care about bricking your tablet. She just gets shit done! :D

The dog skidded to a stop and we’re reminded that Taichi actually does have a younger sister and that he actually does care about her! He was holding onto her as they fell. The Yagami siblings’ connection and dynamic is so diluted and almost non-existent in this reboot . . .

Agumon burning Taichi’s hair = ICONIC. Though I don’t know how he didn’t die from it, but hey. It made me laugh! It’s like 99% of the Digimon fandom roasting Taichi in the reboot. :)

LMAO Palmon’s having a bad hair day from Etemon and Volcamon’s music battle. XD; It’s weirdly affecting all the Digimon and it’s HILARIOUS.

Tailmon chasing after one of Gomamon’s marching fishes is also iconic, loool.

FAT BALLOON PATAMON IS BOTH CUTE AND HILARIOUS. <3

Yamato finds Gabumon’s discarded fur, and tries to find his naked partner throughout the rest of the episode, in the background, just searching and calling out his name. Very fun gag! XD

OMG Koushirou’s expression at Tentomon being a useless gangsta, LMAO.

This episode gave us a shot of both Sora and Yamato’s behinds . . . Sorato is happening, guys, 100% confirmed. (If you take this comment seriously, that’s not my problem. :P)

Takeru: “Palmon ate Patamon . . .” LMAO!!!

Mimi is not only pretty, but she’s smart, too! I love her. What a Goddess. uwu

Palmon evolves . . . into Ponchomon! I wasn’t expecting this! I needed Google’s help to understand this evolution, because I know jack shit about the actual Digimon and their evolutions, etc. :D So it’s an armour evolution of Patamon, using the Digi-Egg of Sincerity . . . which I guess the writers of the reboot figured having Palmon “eat” Patamon during a strange music thing was enough to justify this. XD; Well, it didn’t bother me! Ponchomon is just a Mexican Togemon. :P

Mimi: “Mucho amigo jalapeño!” LMAO. I can’t. XD;

Wow that Dim card from last episode was a really helpful and convenient find, wasn’t it!? :P

The episode ends with Etemon and Volcamon having a crush on the plant that beat them up . . . lol. Abusive relationships are fine to promote to kids, I guess? Oh Toei. :P

I think this has to be my favourite filler episode of the reboot! XD;

But on a bit of a serious note, there’s 23 episodes left - and the series just gave Mimi an alternate evolution like Taichi.

One, why did Yamato not get his Mega and CresGarurumon first? Is Mimi the real secondary protagonist of the series? (Yes. She even deserves to be the actual protag over Taichi, tbh.)

Two, does this mean all the kids will get alternate evolutions as well, in addition to their Megas?

That’s one episode per evolution, with two evolutions to do for most of the kids, and . . . 23 episodes left.

Uh.

Toei, you are really rushing the finale here! :3