#accommodate doesn’t mean ‘make it so you can do things my way’ it means ‘I’ll change my view so i can see your way as equally valid’

[milk-lover]

You know, my community psych professor talks so much about having an assets-view instead of a deficits-view (meaning you look at people for the skills/knowledge/abilities they do have not the ones they don’t) when working for social change, but I feel like he only extends that to the people he’s helping, not the people he’s working with. Like he even straight up said he has very little patience for his colleagues making mistakes and he’s the least accommodating professors I have this semester. He gave a lecture about how difficult it is for a wheelchair bound student to navigate the psychology building, and immediately after the lecture gave me shit about ‘choosing to procrastinate’ even though I approached him day one about my struggles w academics as a person w ADHD.

It’s insane to me how some people in social change professions (especially, that side of psychology imo) treat their own. You would expect people w mental health issues and disabilities (and yes, in an academic setting, ADHD is a disability) to flock to helping professions and studies, but people inside those professions are so hostile to us daring to step among their ranks.

[hey-august]

One Bed Trope - NSFW (Cross Guild x GN!Reader)

Description: A mix between headcanons and an imagine. What could happen if you have to share one bed with the Cross Guild men... Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, GN!reader, lil bit of voyeurism, drinking and gambling. Word count: ~1k

🤡 Buggy

You’re both thinking about it, but don’t want to be the first one to say something. So the two of you just lay in the shared bed under a blanket of awkwardness.

You take the first step. You planned on wearing your regular clothes to sleep originally. So you tell Buggy that this isn’t comfortable and you’re going to sleep in something else. A shirt and underwear, or maybe just your underwear.

You undress slowly, giving him plenty of time to watch and stare. To see how your underwear hardly conceals the arousal from all your dirty thoughts.

He’ll probably follow suit and also “get comfortable.” If not, he’ll do so if you suggest it. He’s probably not thinking with the right head.

You make sure Buggy catches you staring at his hard-on straining to get out of his boxers. His hand ghosts past it and he notices how you hold your breath. You notice a dark spot soaked with precum.

A little bit of awkwardness hangs around once you’re both back in bed with less clothes. Your hands are touching, but not holding.

Buggy makes the next move.

“…I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“With my dick hard and untouched.”

🦅 Mihawk

The swordsman wasn’t thrilled about the accommodations. He doesn’t want to share a bed with you because he’s afraid of losing control near you.

And the signals you’ve been trying to send his way aren’t helping. It looks like he’s ignoring them, but you’re wearing him down bit by bit.

Mihawk’s resolve crumbles more when you ask him to stay nearby until you fall asleep.

For you, the shameless request is your desperate attempt at getting him into the bed.

For Mihawk, your voice dripping with desire for his presence makes him feel both weak and powerful. Weak because he can’t deny you, but powerful because he has such an effect on you.

He sits on the bed, propped up by a pillow, and leaning against the wall or headboard. You notice how tense he seems. His jaw is tight and he avoids looking at you.

You also notice that Mihawk’s hands are clasped over his groin. It might not mean anything, but you can’t help wondering what he looks like touching himself. His fingers tracing along the length of his erection while he fondles his heavy balls.

Mihawk feels your burning gaze and is unprepared to see your flushed face and half-lidded eyes focused on his body. His hands move slightly as his concealed cock twitches hungrily.

He moves to get away from the temptation, but you put a hand on his leg to stop him. You look up with all the lustful, impure thoughts written across your face.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish.”

“Remember, you wanted this.”

🐊 Sir Crocodile

Crocodile knows your mind is in the gutter the moment you hear there is only one bed.

He can see the wheels turning in your head as you think of all the things that could happen and how to make them a reality. Meanwhile, he already has a plan of his own.

Crocodile excuses himself to take a shower. He makes sure to undress down to his pants before moving to the bathroom.

His confident and unperturbed demeanor makes you feel like a pervert. Which is all part of his plan.

You notice that the bathroom door is ajar. The rational part of your mind would have thought that was uncharacteristic. But the louder, dirtier thoughts tell you to wait until the water is running and find an excuse to walk past.

Peeking into the bathroom, you see his nude form in the shower. That’s exactly what you expected, but nerves kick in and you walk away before you can ogle more.

Soon you notice a rhythmic sound rising over the splash of water. A wet slapping noise.

Crocodile fists his cock and waits for your face to appear in the cracked door again. He lets out a pleased grunt when you peep on him again, just as he expected.

“Are you gonna keep watching or are you going to join me?”

“Hurry up and bend over.”

⚔️ All four of you in the same room...

It’s tense. Strange. Weird. And the wine doesn’t help much.

You and Buggy decide to play a card game to pass the time. Crocodile joins in only after you both agree to play for money.

Eventually, Mihawk gets tired of hearing you and Buggy complain after losing to Crocodile a few times. He joins the next round to show that it’s not impossible to win.

You get tired of transferring money and debt, so you ask Mihawk to bet his hat instead. He agrees if you agree to bet one of your own articles of clothing. This turns the game into a bizarre version of strip-poker, but clothing comes off in a random order depending on what each player asks for.

Soon, you’re all in more vulnerable states: - Mihawk hasn’t lost his hat, but that’s all he has left. - Crocodile is still wearing his coat and rings. (That was an argument and eventually the decision was all the rings count as one article of clothing.) - You lost all your clothing but have Buggy’s hat and Crocodile’s vest. - Buggy, to everyone’s surprise (including his own), still has the most of his own clothing left - his scarf, gloves, and boxers.

The competitive fire still raging, you break into teams, pooling resources to out bet the other duo. You and Crocodile versus Mihawk and Buggy.

Against your’s and Mihawk’s complaints, Crocodile and Buggy bet you both - the weaker halves of the duos. Crocodile loses and you move to join the other two pirates.

Mihawk pulls you close, wanting to start an alliance. He’s whispering in your ear but you barely hear the words that his warm wine-scented breath carries.

All of a sudden, you can’t tell the difference between regular tension and sexual tension. Looking at Mihawk, you see that he’s come to the same realization.

Tired of losing at the card game, you two consider a different activity. The swordsman pulls you in for a kiss. One that’s sloppy, heated, and full of greed. One that captures the attention of your other two roommates. One that guarantees you all end up using the bed at some point during the night.

[rinhaler]

first, i want to kiss you for your amazing smut. especially the stepdad toji one 🤭🤭 second, will you pretty pretty please with a cherry on top write some noncon with yandere stepbro yuji? im ovulating and deprived of some nasty ass fics with my favourite boy, please? 👉🏽👈🏽🥺🫶🏽

I have like zero experience writing yandere. If I've done it before it's deff not been intentional so I hope this is okay! Also making Yuuji mean was so hard and did not sit right with my soul but bon apetit.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, noncon, fem!reader, yandere!yuuji itadori, stepcest, semi-public sex, vaginal sex, use of yuuji-nii and nii-chan, marking/cutting, blood, spanking, jealousy, creampie.

words: 1.4k

“Get out.” your brother speaks, voice brimming with hatred as he drags you by your wrist into the boys bathroom. The guys in the room look at him, then at each other. They don’t think he’s serious, he can’t be, can he? They stare at him and their eyes catch the way he’s squeezing your wrist. Tight enough to bruise. “Get. Out.” he repeats himself, calmly.

The guys hurry up, putting their dicks away and leaving without even washing their hands. It’s revolting, but the last thing on your mind as Yuuji waits for them to leave before shoving you further into the room.

“Yuuji?” you whisper soothingly. Though when he gets closer to you and shoves you again, you wish you hadn’t said anything at all. Your lower back connects with the sinks behind you. You’re sure more bruises will follow the contact, but right now that’s the least of your concern. He turns you around, and you instinctively bend over. You yelp when you feel him kick the insides of your ankles harshly, but your legs spread beautifully for him. “I-I’m sorry.” you whine. You aren’t sure what you’ve done, but he seems cross with you. Maybe an apology will make everything better.

He doesn’t respond. The sound of his zipper being pulled down reverberates through the icky bathroom. Your eyes scrunch closed as you whimper, knowing what’s coming next. He moves your panties aside, a stinging slap landing on your slick puffy folds.

“I wish you were sorry.” he tells you, coldly, “But I’ll make you sorry when we get home.”

You opt not to respond, knowing that anything you say will be misconstrued and he’ll use that to punish you. He slaps your cunt again, and the force propels you forward as you jolt at the pain. He flips up your skirt, smacking your ass again and again until even the softest touch fills you with pain.

You won’t be able to sit comfortably for a while.

He slots his aching cock between your swollen pussy lips, dragging his length up and down, coating his tips with your shimmering essence. You hear his heavy breaths as he enjoys your dewy cunt. Your unprepped hole fights him every step of the way as he bullies his cock into you. Your walls feel like home as he forces himself to the hilt.

“You’re bein’ quiet.” he points out. You look at him through the mirror, your crying has made a mess of your makeup. Black tear leans stream down your face as you can’t quite accommodate his horrifically thick cock. Lithe fingers yank at your hair, shoving your face into the reflective glass in front of you.

“I dunno what I did, Yuuji.” you pout, turning your head so that you can look back at him through the corner of your eye. You yip when he pushes your head into the mirror once more. You definitely said the wrong thing this time.

“Isn’t it obvious? Look at the slut staring back at you in the mirror.” he tells you. You start to protest, telling him that you aren’t a whore, and you didn’t do anything wrong. But you get the perfect view of his fist coming towards the mirror, breaking it, shards of glass falling onto the counters and into the porcelain sinks below. You hiss a shallowly as a little piece cuts you as it falls.

His hips stay still as he sees blood begin to seep from the small cut on your shoulder. You do nothing, choosing to stare at your reflection again in the cracked mirror. Though your eyes wander when he picks up a larger piece of glass.

“Yuuji-nii? What are you— aah!” you cry as his hand wraps around the back of your neck and pushes your face down into the glass filled sink.

“Move, and you’ll regret it.” he warns you. His painful hold doesn’t cease, but you feel his wrist balance on the plush flesh of your right ass cheek. You wince as you feel a pointed edge push down into your skin, you bite your lip and try to repress the noises desperate to leave your throat. It’s agonising and it’s unabated. And before he’s barely gotten started, you’re screaming.

His hand leaves your neck, coming down harshly on the marks he’s cutting into your behind. The stinging sensation is unbearable, you think you might pass out.

“Shut the fuck up.” he warns you. You cover your mouth with both hands, desperate to keep the screams locked deep inside of your lungs. He takes his time, with you. Making sure he writes his name on your skin in big perfect letters so there is no longer any question on who you belong to. He spanks you again, his hand becoming covered in blood. “I’ll get you some bandages from the first aid kit in the gym if you’re good.” he explains.

“What did I do, Yuuji-nii?” you pout, keeping your eyes fixated on the base of the sink as he begins to fuck into you. His entire weight poured into each and every thrust. “Haah—!”

“Saw you fucking flirting with a guy in your class.” he tells you, his palm landing on your bloody wound once again. “You’re meant to be mine. So I’m giving you a reminder.” he continues, his cock slamming into you again and again while his balls slap against your neglected clit.

You shouldn’t be enjoying this. You told him you weren’t in the mood and you didn’t have time. But the fury in his eye as he dragged you all of the way to the boy’s bathroom told you that what you wanted wasn’t really up for discussion. And it makes sense, now, he doesn’t care if you want him when he’s jealous. When he’s jealous, you’ll take what he’s giving you whether you want him or not.

“I w-wasn’t.” you sob, sniffling quietly as his tip hammers against your cervix. “Jus’ gave him some notes from a class he missed!” you inform him, hoping it’ll clear up this whole misunderstanding.

“You’re fucking stupid.” he spanks your wound again. “He didn’t want your fucking notes. He wants you. If you did anything but think with that stupid cunt of yours you’d be smart enough to talk to any guys except for me.”

“’m sorry, nii-chan.” you wail, you can tell by his sloppy thrusts that he’s close. And you’re ashamed to say that your cunt is responding favourably to him ruining you like this. You’re conditioned, unfortunately. Whatever he offers you is sure to make you cum, no matter the circumstance.

“Nii-chan knows best, doesn’t he?” he asks, though you aren’t sure if it’s rhetorical. You find yourself nodding, anyway, but a particularly harsh thrust tells you that he’s looking for verbal confirmation. “Remember what’ll happen to you if you talk to boys other than nii-chan.”

“Nii-chan knows best.” you pout, moaning as he continues to fuck painfully into you. “W-Won’t talk to anyone… promise.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. I didn’t lock the door, y’know. Hope he walks in and sees how much you like getting fucked by your brother. Should I cum in this slutty cunt? Make sure everyone knows whose pussy this is.” he babbles, you feel your insides turn warm before you can even answer. He curses repeatedly as he empties his balls into your unprotected womb. The feeling is like a loving hug, and your body unwillingly returns the feeling as your walls squeeze tightly around his length as you spasm from your high.

“T-Thank you, nii-chan.” you tell him, quietly.

“Good girl.” he praises you, pulling out. Your spread legs attempt to close to keep his cum inside, but he kicks at your ankles again to make sure they stay nice ‘n wide. “Gonna go get the first aid kit for you, don’t move.”

“What if—” he slaps your ass and shoves your body back down into the counter. And you realise that he didn’t mean don’t leave the bathroom. He meant don’t move from this exact position.

“What if someone walks in? Good.” he smirks, heading for the exit. “I want every guy in this fucking place to see how much you like your big brother’s cum dripping out of you.”

© 2023 rinitxshi

[v3x-y0urs3lf]

Qiu Lin x Loner / unpopular / shy? MC

Written during the demo ⭐️

Tamarack x Popular reader

Depending on what steps I’m talking about, I’ll change Qiu’s pronouns..

Also, I’m aware that being a ‘loner’ or unpopular doesn’t necessarily mean you’re shy. I do occasionally mention the MC being shy, unlike step 1 Qiu I’m not always going to be able to be too accommodating.

I kind of got sidetracked during the end of Step 3, I’m sorry it doesn’t really fit with the theme.

I am incredibly tired right now, apologies if the English isn’t clear. I did not proof read this.

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I feel like this trope perfectly fits Qiu during a majority of the steps (1-3 I don’t really know about 4.) mainly because Qiu - despite not really intending on it, just is naturally popular even during step 2 (somehow?)

Step one Qiu just doing his usual thing with being overly accommodating and super welcoming to the new neighbour and they’re just.. not accepting it?

You can try and turn Qiu down softly or even just straight up ignore him and he’d.. accept it? I dunno, going off by Qiu’s normal reactions to when you choose to dismiss him.. he doesn’t seem like he’d care unless someone’s starting to judge or bother the MC and vice versa.

I’d like to just highlight that like.. everyone knows Qiu? I quite literally just imagine a bunch of kids during school constantly asking to play with him and while Qiu feels a bit too mean to decline.. he really wants to go play with his new neighbour?

Qiu would try and introduce the MC (and Tamarack.. maybe.) to all of his other friends but.. Neither of them are really budging which puts Qiu at a bit of a cross point.

I’m honestly not too sure what he’d do, lol. My heart wants me to say that Qiu would just go play with the MC anyways, regardless of how many people want him to play with t them but. My brain is telling me he’d give in to all the majority and play with them for a while before going to find the MC later.

Does that mean Qiu doesn’t want to go play with the MC instead? No. Does that mean Qiu doesn’t look their way occasionally while he’s playing tag with the other kids? No. Does that mean Qiu hurts the other kids’ feelings by straight up turning them down? Also no.

Logically thinking, despite what he wants- Qiu would pick to accomodate for the bigger crowd but leave a section of his time to make up for ‘ditching’ the MC for a moment.

It’s very obvious around that Qiu will always go back for the MC. No matter how fun the game is, No matter how distracted/forgetful he usually gets, No matter how many people he’s playing with- He will. Without a doubt. Go talk or play with the MC for at least 10 minutes before break or whatever ends.

Now, Step two.. “All they want in life is a little peace with the ones they trust. Such as, potentially their very favourite neighbor/neighbour.”

Qiu is still very obviously and very much ‘popular’. That never changes throughout their life (probably). They just don’t want to be.

Picture Qiu and MC, chilling by themselves and just avoiding people. By this stage there shouldn’t be any shyness or complete hatred and so, the two of them just sit with each other comfortably as Qiu rejects and declines any and all offers to hang out with anyone else but MC, Ren, Baxter(?) and.. potentially Tamarack? (Not sure about the last two.)

Unfortunately, Qiu can’t control their popularity or ‘Acquaintances’/old friends and everyone does notice when the ‘popular kid’ starts solely hanging out with one person in particular.

I’m not saying MC is getting bullied.. I’m just saying everyone can tell there is obvious favouritism and high school students can and will be mean.. take that as you will.

This is totally the time for “doesn’t get the hype but warms up to person B”.

I might just be biased but.. After 4 years you’d think you’d warm up to the neighbour kid enough to start to.. tolerate? Be content? .. perhaps even enjoy the presence of?

I don’t want to describe the MC too much but let’s just say the feelings between the both of them are mutual. (As in two teens just wanting to get away from the world.)

The two of you find solace in each other’s presence, the two of you having a mutual understanding that you both don’t really want to interact with the world but you’re totally fine with each other.

I hate how short step 2 was but I don’t know how else to describe angsty teens being angsty teens. So we’re moving onto Step three.

Qiu now understands the MC more, After having 8 years knowing each other and at least 4 years of deep conversations as angsty teenagers they can now officially say they understand your point of view.

Qiu doesn’t try to push the MC out of their comfort zone like he would’ve back in Step 1 but they certainly wouldn’t leave the MC to exactly stay in their own shell of aloofness.

Qiu does try to suggest getting out there, meeting new people but if you totally don’t want to- Up to you! They aren’t you and so they will NOT make that decision for you.

Autumn is up for a chat if you’re looking for one though, even the quietest, shyest, most aloof people in town sometimes need someone their age to talk to. Qiu gets it.

You were there through a very deep part of Qiu’s life and they are ready to be for you too if you want them there. Qiu can’t promise that they’ll help solve your problems or make you the talk of the town, but you better bet that they’ll cherish your relationship far after death do the two of you part.

[ggidolsmuts]

Sin, Hormones, and the Starlet’s Boyfriend - Le Sserafim Yunjin, Somi

A/N: Apologies for the shit gif, I can’t figure out how to do this properly.

Yunjin exits from the bathroom, sighing. It's shark week for her soon, she can already feel the telltale signs. Her usually exuberant nature has slightly floundered and flagged, becoming more quiet, and noticing things that were not quite going her way. The other members recognize it too, and thankfully they are accommodating to her, not being nearly as loud around her today.

"Hey girl!" Not Somi though, Somi has one setting and that setting is taped on "full power".

"Hey Somi!" Yunjin smiles and waves in return. "How are you doing?"

"Doing good, doing good, thanks for doing the challenge for me!"

"Of course, same here!"

"You know, maybe we should do a collab sometime, I love the songs you wrote!" Somi gushes.

"You do? Really?"

"Of course!"

"Yeah... I mean yeah of course, we should totally collab!"

"Great, you should come by!"

"Sure, how about tomorrow?" Yunjin doesn't even pay attention to what she just said until it's too late. Why tomorrow? Her inner introvert curses herself.

"Ooh that sounds good, drop by my home studio, we can work on it before we put it in front of a producer, bring your guitar okay?"

"Ah yeah, that sounds great, see you then!"

Yunjin shows up the next day at Somi's place.

"Hey, come in, come in!"

"Whoa, nice place!"

"Thanks thanks, come, do you want some water?"

"Sure that works."

"Great, anyways, so I was thinking..." Somi talks animatedly, and Yunjin responds in kind—maybe this collab could really work! Before she knows it they've moved to Somi's room, playing around on her sound setup as Yunjin plays a few chords.

"Hey babe, dinner's ready— oh!" The two of them turn around to the unknown voice. "Hello?"

"Oh hey oppa, this is Yunjin."

"Yes, from Le Sserafim right? Nice to meet you."

"Ah yes, nice to meet you!" Yunjin quickly stands up to greet him. "And you are...?"

"Oh, just an oppa I know." Somi says casually, before putting a finger to her lips. Yunjin gets the gist immediately, and mouths "Boyfriend?" to Somi. But he answers for her.

"Yes I am her boyfriend."

"Yah we had plausible deniability!"

"Oh come on, she's not stupid. Ah yes, I am just the oppa who calls you 'babe'. Anyways dinner's ready, come out to eat."

"D-Dinner?" Yunjin checks her phone—time flew by a lot faster than she thought! "It's getting late, thanks for having me over Somi!"

"You should stay for dinner!"

"No no, I don't want to impose on you and your boyfriend."

"No it's fine, we like having company, we made more than enough, right oppa?" Somi shoots a look at him.

"I umm, I will, I guess?"

"Great!"

Somi drags Yunjin to the dinner table, where there are two prepared plates of delicious pasta waiting.

"Oh, he's already made it for you two, I really should—"

"No no, sit." Somi firmly pushes Yunjin into a chair. "He can make more."

"Yep, you two go ahead, I'll just be a sec."

"What does he do? I don't think I recognize him." Yunjin asks, noting his tightly fitted shirt.

"Yeah, he's not a celebrity, just an office worker at a chaebol, you know the type." In her opinion he could certainly pass for a celebrity—good looking and fit, where did Somi even find someone like that? And where's hers? Slowly Yunjin teases out the details of how Somi met him, and she envies Somi's luck.

"Hey Yunjin," he calls out to her. "Do you like penne or fettucine?" He holds out two bags of pasta for her to choose.

"Uhh, penne's good."

"Great, coming right up." He turns away from her, and she watches him roll up his sleeves—the simple act sends a sinful thrill through Yunjin's body. Fuck, no office worker looks like that. She turns back to find Somi typing away at her phone, and Yunjin gets on her phone, not really looking at it, just trying to distract herself from thoughts of him. He's good looking, he cooks, he has a stable job, his forearms are muscular, like he could really finger—

I wish for what's for—

Yunjin shakes her head vigorously. Stop! she tells herself. He's Somi's boyfriend!

"Why the fuck does he have to be so hot?"

"Sorry?" Yunjin's blood goes cold as she hears him right next to her, a plate of pasta in his hands. Oh god did she just say her thoughts out loud?

"Ah? Umm I, umm, just the weather I mean, it's been so hot the past few days."

"Oh yeah, tell me about it, I still have to dress up for work too, ugh. Here you go." He puts the plate in front of her, and it smells delicious. Damn it, not only does he cook, he cooks well!

"T-Thanks." Yunjin quickly digs into the pasta, her face flushed. She almost jumps out of the chair when she feels a foot tap her knee under the table. Somi has been sitting across from her the whole time, and now she's looking quizzically at Yunjin. Suddenly she feels the weight of guilt, of even thinking about Somi's boyfriend like that, what does she even say to Somi?

"I, I have to use the washroom! Be right back!" Yunjin yelps before quickly dashing for the toilet. A dread fills her as Somi gets up too.

"Sure, let me show you where it is." Somi grabs Yunjin by the elbow, steering her down the hallway and into her bedroom instead of the bathroom. "What was that?" she asks, and Yunjin knows there's no getting out of it.

"I'm so sorry Somi, I didn't mean it, it just came out!" Yunjin presses her hands together, begging for forgiveness. "I would never do a thing!"

"You think he's hot?" Yunjin turns red but stays silent, but Somi doesn’t let it slide. "Answer me."

"I... yes. I'm sorry Somi!"

"Why are you sorry? Hah I mean I think he's hot too, it's part of the package, and his package is—" Somi shakes her head. "Anyways, what's going on, where's this coming from?"

"Sorry, it's just one of those times, you know—"

"You are hormonal and you're horny." Yunjin's shocked at how simply Somi puts it, but she can't bring herself to deny it. "You're not seeing anyone?" Yunjin shakes her head. "Tch, of course not, you're in a new girl group."

"I'm so sorry, I'll leave right away after dinner, or if you want I can leave right now, I'll make something up."

"No, stay. Do you want to fuck him?"

"No Somi he's your boyfriend, I can't—"

"Not can't, do you want to? If you don't say no I'm treating that as a yes."

Yunjin opens her mouth, but no sounds come out other than some weird croak. Somi smirks, suppressing a laugh.

"That's settled then, stay after dinner, tell your members you'll be late home tonight. I'll make it happen." Yunjin lets herself get shown to the bathroom, and she sighs as she looks herself in the mirror. Is she really going to fuck Somi's boyfriend? That's not like her!

But you didn't say no. The little voice in her head tells her, and her abdomen is already getting warm. Somi was talking about his package, how big is it, and maybe his arms are muscular from carrying her around— Yunjin shakes her head to clear her fantasies, but no, it's too late, she's already getting wet. Yunjin groans and tries to focus on other thoughts—she sees two toothbrushes on the counter, guess he really does live here too, do they fuck in her bedroom, maybe in this bathroom too?

Oh my god! Yunjin shouts internally before splashing water on her face. She needed to cooldown, to just go out there and eat her fucking pasta.

And pray she doesn't soak through her panties.

"Everything okay? You and Somi were gone for a long time." You ask as Yunjin returns from the bathroom, face slightly red and... wet? "You have some water on your face."

"Oh you know oppa, girl talk," Somi quips.

"Yeah, just tired, had to wake myself up." Yunjin corroborates. You offer to make her coffee, but she declines. You shrug and continue finishing your dinner. You can't help but wonder what went on as Somi tries to engage Yunjin in small talk, but her friend is strangely reticent.

"Thanks for the delicious dinner oppa, we'll be working in my room okay?" Somi pecks you on the cheek before pulling Yunjin from her seat.

"T-Thank you!" Yunjin bows deeply.

"Sure not at all, no need to be so polite." You chuckle and smile, but Yunjin only blushes deeper. You try to catch Somi's gaze, wanting to ask if Yunjin's okay, but your girlfriend ignores you, dragging her back to the room instead.

"S-Somi, are you really okay with this?"

"Yeah it's not a huge deal, better for me too, there are times when I can't keep up with him."

"What do you— Oh." Yunjin realizes what she means, and her desires that she managed to keep in check for the rest of dinner begin leaking out as she squirms.

"He's very... passionate, for lack of a better word. He comes back from work, and the first thing he does is jump me, do you know how many recordings I've had to delete because he just scoops me up and I can't even turn off the mic?"

"Oh, umm no..." No, Yunjin didn't know, but now she wishes Somi kept those recordings. "S-Sounds troublesome."

"Speaking of troublesome, the clean up, oh my god, he just explodes in you— Oops, sorry, I shouldn't tease you should I? Poor you, you must be so on edge." Somi stops, seeing Yunjin rubbing her thighs together.

"You don't have condoms, do you?"

"I think we do, but..." Somi checks her usual drawer. "Ah sorry, we must have used the last few over the weekend. Don't worry, he's good at pulling out, just tell him."

"O-Okay, that's fine." Yunjin answers quietly. The last few? Just how much sex do they have? And am I really doing this? She can still pull out— Yunjin shakes her head again, bad choice of words.

"I'll go talk to him then okay? Just give us a couple of minutes." Yunjin nods silently, not trusting herself to speak as Somi exits the room. Should she just get up and leave, just make up some excuse? She can just take care of herself back in the dorms.

I wish for what's— It's not forbidden if Somi allows it right? Right? Right?

Yunjin stays seated, silently pulling off her socks. Even that friction makes her wetter.

"Hey oppa, let me take over the dishes." You feel Somi's hands wrap around you from behind, and you dry your own hands on the towel before grabbing her own.

"Oh? You're going to do the dishes for once?"

"What do you mean for once! I always do the dishes!"

"Yes, when I have like one plate left you take over."

"Tsch fine, no, I was thinking you could do something else for me." Somi presses herself more tightly into your back, making sure you feel her generous chest properly. Her hand drifts from your waist to your slacks, undoing the button.

"Yah, isn't Yunjin still here? It's one thing to have the relationship found out, it's another to just be openly doing this while she's here!" you hiss as Somi snakes a hand into your boxers, stroking you slowly to stiffness. Despite your words you reach behind and easily find Somi's ass, squeezing her through her shorts.

"Mmm yes, squeeze it, it's gonna feel so good for Yunjin too." You squeeze Somi firmly before stopping.

"What?"

"I think my new friend in the room needs some help with guys."

"I'm sure she can find someone, she's an idol."

"Oh I meant now, like within 5 minutes. She looks like she could use a good fuck, she's been on edge since she saw you." You resume squeezing Somi's ass from behind as you process her words and pretend to "clean" the last plate.

"I see, and you want me to do the honors?"

"Well, it's clear to me she wants you to do the honors, and I could do with a break tonight."

"You say that like you're not going to come watch, and then join in."

Unbeknownst to you and Somi, Yunjin has quietly opened the door, just to see what's going on. She sees Somi hugging you from behind, but with the faucet running she can't hear you and Somi talk. What she can tell is the content of your conversation, her eyes widening as your hand drifts to Somi's ass, firmly groping her.

"Fuck..." she breathes quietly. When was the last time she was grabbed like that, when has she ever been grabbed like that? Any second thoughts about leaving are dashed—she can't pretend to leave now, otherwise it would be "catching" them in the act and make things even more awkward. Her gaze is glued to his hand, finally letting go of Somi before turning off the running water, and hurriedly Yunjin sneaks back to the room. She hears some whispers, and then a small laugh, and then footsteps.

"Hey."

"Hey..." Yunjin stands up and greets you quietly. You spot her socks strewn on the floor.

"So... Somi wants me to do whatever you want."

"I..." She's distracted by you already unbuttoning your shirt, getting flustered. You leave your shirt open and place her hands on it—it is for Yunjin to take off. Her hands tremble in yours, but she doesn't shy away, pulling it down your shoulders and off your arms. Her eyes trail down your body, and they widen as they land on your taut slacks. Yunjin bites her lower lip, and then licks her bitemark.

"Would you like me to treat you like Somi?" Your words jolt Yunjin out of her trance. I wish for what's forbidden...

I am so going to hell.

Yunjin nods, and you immediately pull her in tightly. She lets out something between a whimper and moan as you grab her firm butt—now she's being treated like Somi!

"Oh shit, oh..." she gasps as pleasure floods her body, every knead of your hand seeming to turn her on even more. You leave measured nips on her neck—light enough to not leave a mark, firm enough to not be ignored. Yunjin turns to face you, and she lets you suck on her lower lip, tugging it before letting go and hungrily pressing your lips on hers instead. Yunjin jumps when her hands land on your skin, as if she forgot she had her own hands. She makes up for lost time, hungrily roaming your back and arms, feeling your muscles.

"Y-You do this with Somi?" she gasps as you bring her down to the bed.

"Oh I do a lot more with Somi." Yunjin exhales delightfully when she feels your hand slip under her top, brushing and admiring her abs, abs that she was proud of. But pride goes before the fall, and Yunjin let's out a soft mewl as your hand falls past her abs, teasing her and landing on a creamy thigh. Yunjin is toned and tight in all the right places, and you give her the most sinful of massages, pressing into her thighs, a firm thumb making it's way up her leg.

"M-More." Yunjin's surprised with herself—somehow she hasn't covered her thighs in slick yet with how hot she's feeling right now. At your nudging she takes off her top, and you kiss the slight dip in her petite chest, making her suck a breath in—fuck she needs this! Her hips push off the bed willingly as you slip a hand beneath her shorts. You play with Yunjin over her panties, letting her soak them. She whines and groans before eventually grabbing your arm. Just feeling your muscles makes her want it, and Yunjin begins to speak her desires.

"Finger me." She has no time to react or prepare herself, and a loud cry is the result. Yunjin immediately feels stuffed—that can't be just your finger! Her head spins as you wiggle and curl the finger inside her, her walls resisting your efforts to open her up. One more finger is added, and Yunjin's mouth drops open, much like you are opening her up below.

Fuck! Her thoughts shout as you begin moving, and Yunjin can almost feel your fingerprints in her, pressing against her tense muscles, massaging her from the inside. Her own fingers are nowhere near as thick, and you have two in her! You make sure you are a knuckledragger inside her, curling and pumping her slowly, multiple points of pleasure firing off in her brain as you twist and scissor and push. You turn Yunjin into a mouth-breathing knuckledragger—she's drooling onto the bed, her knuckles grinding on the sheets as she twists and grabs what she can.

"N-No more!" She begs when you touch her entrance with a third finger.

"You can do it." Her pupils are dilated, and her breathing hastens as you slowly push in. Yunjin's mind seems so far away from herself as the pressure inside her compresses her senses, slowing her thoughts down, shrinking the area of her body she needs to feel.

No it's too much, so big, so— "So fucking good!" Yunjin squeals her own disagreement with herself loudly. It is not too much, it is fucking perfect the way your three fingers fuck her—three sparks go down her spine with every push of your hand. She grabs your forearm, feeling the muscles flex as you start pumping them inside her over and over. Her legs spread even more lewdly for you, urging you to get deeper with every moan.

"D-Deeper, more! Please more!" I need this, I'm so close! You can hear Yunjin's thoughts from her pussy, each clench and squelch a prayer for you to make her cum. She moans and throws her head back when you add a fourth finger—not inside her, but on her clit.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck~" Somi's cheeks are red as she listens to Yunjin cry out from her bedroom. There's no doubt you're making her cum, and her hands drift down her body as she remembers what you like to do to her. She wonders if Yunjin can handle it.

"Fuck me! Fuck! Mmm... Oh yes!" Yunjin hushed moans fill the room as she buries her face in the covers, trying not to be embarrassingly loud—she's back to her exuberant self, voicing her pleasure freely. She jerks when you find her g-spot, pressing on it with each finger in sequence. It becomes too much, she's burning white hot, her vision going dark. 

"S-Stop, stop! Enough." All of the non-pleasurable sensations rush back at once when your fingers withdraw—stickiness between her legs, sweat on her hair, her legs suddenly sore from being taut for too long—all berating her.

Why the fuck did you tell him to stop?! Yunjin ignores her body's complaints, focusing on a deeper hunger. You already know what she wants as she kicks off her shorts and underwear, and you begin undoing your slacks, your eyes devouring Yunjin just like she's undressing you with her gaze.

"I want you to fuck me like Somi."

"The intimate way or the rough way?" You laugh at her confused expression, like you have truly stumped her.

"There's more than one way?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I assumed you would just, you know, pound her into the bed, rail her from behind, pull on her hair—" Yunjin pauses when she realizes she's just telling you everything she imagines you and Somi do.

"Well, that's the rough way, I guess."

"What's the intimate way then?"

"Slower, I definitely don't pull her hair, more kisses, a longer session." Fuck yes! Yunjin's hormones rage through her—that's exactly what she wants right now.

"Let's go with that then."

"Sure." You toss off your slacks, and a thrill goes through Yunjin's body as she sees the much more defined outline of your shaft. She lets you roll her over, so that she's prone on the bed, and suddenly the room is dark.

"Mmph!" You're kissing her needily, and her entire body is hot again. She quickly realizes why—you've thrown the covers over both of them, like a couple enjoying a playful night together. She trembles, your hands running down her bare shoulders sending goosebumps up her neck. You leave her for a moment to remove your boxers, and already Yunjin misses your touch. She freezes when you're on top of her, when she realizes your shaft is rubbing at her pussy lips. She's secretly glad you put three fingers in her—there's no way she can take you otherwise! She also remembers something important.

"W-Wait, I'm not safe today. If you cum in me, I might get pregnant."

"You will," you mutter in her ear, and you swear your cock got slicker from rubbing against her pussy. Yunjin looks at you steadily, and you hold her gaze, waiting for her to tell you what she wants. Her expression wavers, your slight movements against her grinding away her common sense, and all she does is turn away from you, burying her face in the pillow. That's all you need from Yunjin.

"Ah..." you groan as you sink into unfamiliar territory, and it is mirrored by a loud muffled moan from Yunjin. She definitely feels a large part of why Somi likes you. "Fuck Yunjin, so tight." She once again can only manage a muffled whine. As she's adjusting around you Yunjin is thrown off by your soft laugh, and even that mere vibration sends sparks through her.

"What?"

"Let's make sure we're equally naked hmm?" Yunjin turns red as she realizes what you mean—throughout all of this, she still had her bra on! You expertly unhook her bra and pull it off her.

"S-Sorry, I know it's not as big as Somi..." she mumbles, gasping as you reach around to fondle her.

"Don't be sorry, I'll let you in on a secret." Yunjin looks at you quizzically. Does he not like Somi's tits? Does he prefer mine? Even if they're smaller? Really? Really?! Unknowingly you dash Yunjin's hopes, but you don't think she minds.

"Guys won't care when they're balls deep in you." You thrust down sharply, burying yourself fully in Yunjin's prone body. You tighten your grip on Yunjin's chest, pulling her up towards you a little as you press your chest down on her back. You groan and grunt into her neck, reveling in her tight wetness, feeling Yunjin clench and gasp around you as your tip touches her cervix. 

"Fucking hell Yunjin, I'm right."

"W-What?" she says dreamily, suffocating under the pressure of your body on top of and inside her.

"If I cum in you, you will get pregnant." You whisper in her ear, driving the point home with another deep thrust into her creamy wetness. Yunjin was well aware, and now you know it too—she's ovulating and horny, her hips subtly pushing against you. Pinned and squirming beneath you, Yunjin has never been in a more vulnerable state, her idol career in a precarious position.

Yet she says nothing, choosing to shut you up with a needy kiss, her hand squeezing your hand on her breast, urging you to keep going. You do as she wants.

"Oh fuck!"

Somi sneaks into the room, finding no one immediately. But the moving lump under the covers is not fooling anyone, that and the muffled moans and grunts coming from it. She takes a seat opposite the bed, watching the two pairs of feet do the four feet tango. Just watching those feet is enough to get Somi to slide off her shorts—the smaller pair stay taut together, toes curling and uncurling as they lightly bounce on the bed. The larger pair of feet around them are more spread, pressed into the bed for leverage. Her fingers drift down between her legs, her lazy strokes mimicking the curl of Yunjin's toes—Somi wasn't looking to get herself off just yet.

"More, right there!" At Yunjin's prompting your legs clamp around her slender legs, lifting her feet under yours. Your hips slam against her toned butt, the light smacking sounds of flesh on flesh filling the covers. The smell of sweaty sex snuffs out all of Yunjin's coherent thoughts, your cock driving down on her g-spot sending wild signals through her body. The talkative and loud idol is reduced to a keening and groaning mess.

"Oh fuck..." Yunjin rasps before falling, dropping her head into the pillow before crying out loudly, each wave of pleasure forcing a wail from her. Her entire body is taut beneath you, small tits and toned cheeks shaking and quivering as she clenches around your cock. For a few brief moments Yunjin blanks out, her mind painted over with orgasmic bliss. And then it is over quickly, and she sags into the bed, her breathing labored and hoarse, like she's danced the hardest choreo in her life.

Things would get harder still, and Yunjin finds herself rolled on her side, a leg lifted as you press against her sweaty back. She shuts her eyes at the sudden brightness, blinded by you throwing the covers off—it was getting just a little too hot. You spot Somi at the foot of the bed, and she just does a shooing motion at you, mouthing "Keep going!" while the other hand does small slow circles between her legs. You raise Yunjin's leg just a little higher to give Somi a better view.

"Mmh! Shit! Fuck! Oh my god!" Yunjin's mouth spews foul curses as you literally fuck her sideways, plunging into her slick tightness and going deep on every thrust. You cup a breast, lightly pinching a nipple, and Yunjin croons to the sky. "Yes yes yes!"

I'm going to cum again, he's making me cum again already! Yunjin reels from the pleasure, her own hand drifting to her clit, just a little bit more, just one more touch...

"Nngh!" You grunt, pushing deep into Yunjin and holding yourself there. You throb like mad inside her, but Yunjin's ascent to climax is brought to an abrupt halt.

"D-Did you cum?" she asks confusedly. No, I was so close!

"Very close," you grit your teeth and try to ignore her clenching around you. "Last chance." Yunjin realizes what you mean—you could still pull out, cum on her thighs, or she could offer her face for you, or her mouth. As she looks down her body she finally sees Somi, but she's too aroused to be embarrassed about being watched. Rather, her thoughts go back to what Somi said earlier.

"Speaking of troublesome, oh my god he just explodes in you."

I wish for what's forbidden.

Yunjin hurries to grab your arm, feeling you begin to pull away from her.

"No don't. C-cum in me, do it in me, I want all of it." Her breath catches as a third leg rubs against her calf, teasing her.

"You heard her babe, go ahead and cum, let her feel what you make me feel." Somi's up on the bed beside you, and judging by how her breasts and stiff tips press delightfully against your back, she's naked as well. The angel and the devil—Who’s who? You wonder—are each in an ear, both urging you to sin, urging you to lead Yunjin into sin. 

You find Yunjin's neck, taking a harsh suck on her flawless skin—your bite of the forbidden fruit. Your hands go to her hips, and now you're pulling back on her, getting as deep as you can in her. You adjust your angle on every thrust, trying to find the perfect connection, you find it on the fourth try; that, or the pleasure simply becomes too great. Your tip presses against her cervix, and Yunjin seems to arch back a little, opening herself more, and the slight grip on your tip electrifies you.

I'm a—

The first explosion mess makes Yunjin gasp, the sudden warmth filling her womb. The second explosion mess makes her choke on her breath, the thickness and volume of your potent load overwhelming. The third explosion mess triggers her orgasm, as her body reacts primitively to the sensation, wanting to milk you for everything, to contain every fragment of the explosion inside her. Somi helps both of you out, a finger on Yunjin's clit and a hand on your balls, making sure you pour of it into her. She delights when her job is done correctly, a stream of cum leaking out of the connection and onto her thigh. Each rutting thrust from you makes a little more leak out, but you're still sending more into her.

Your grip weakens eventually, and you have to drop Yunjin's leg. But there's no hiding the mess between her legs—Yunjin's been properly mated. You let her roll on her back, and your load is a slow moving flood out of her. She covers her eyes with an arm, a mess and finally in de-stress.

"You okay?" Somi asks.

"Yeah, that was amazing, just... Just give me a moment." Yunjin's ferally satisfied lizard brain ponders what just happened; She just asked Somi to let you fuck her, then she had you cum in her, and she definitely needs a morning after pill now, but she doesn't regret anything at all—it was exactly what she needed.

After all that, Yunjin still blushes when she uncovers her eyes again—Somi's cleaning your cock with her mouth.

"I knew you would want to join in." You quip, running your hand through Somi's hair.

"Hurry up and get hard again."

"Bend over and I will be."

"Typical." Somi fires you a glare, but she does as you say, getting on all fours next to Yunjin. "Was he good?"

"Yeah, it was great. Thanks. Do you want me to—" Yunjin makes to get up, as if to give you two privacy, but Somi stops her.

"No it's fine, besides, I already saw you two, only fair that you get to watch."

"Yeah, I can show you the rough way Yunjin," you offer with a smirk, punctuating it with a sharp thrust into Somi.

"Ah! Fucking give it to me oppa!" Yunjin's entranced by Somi's expression, her white teeth gleaming in a near-maniacal smile even as her brow furrows slightly on every thrust. You did not start off gentle with Somi at all, and if you were getting all the way deep with Yunjin, surely you're smashing into Somi right now? Part of her shudders at the thought of how that would feel; the other part of her gets aroused again. 

She's inches from Somi's face, watching the blonde's mouth drop open, moaning freely at your rough treatment. Somi's face slackens, then her eyes shut tight, her tense body not hiding the jiggle of her breasts as you continue to thump into her. In one instant Somi's eyes snap open, and Yunjin's gazing straight into her hazelnut eyes. In the next instant Somi grabs Yunjin and kisses her.

"Nnnghmmmmm!" Somi screams into Yunjin's mouth, her tongue thrashing inside Yunjin as you drive her to a pent-up orgasm. Yunjin feels the rawness of Somi's orgasm, and she leans into the kiss, a hand on her jaw, and soon she's lost in a makeout session, their teeth slightly knocking as you keep the pacing up, pumping Somi through her orgasm. Fresh from her climax Somi is extra into it, and she drifts her own fingers down Yunjin, plunging unhesitatingly into her creamy core.

"Mmm!" Yunjin squeals in surprise, and Somi stops to look at her, biting a lip to stifle her moan a little. Yunjin blushes and nods, and soon her nails are digging into the sheets, curling like Somi's long fingers are doing inside her.

"You can grab her, you know." You put a hand on Somi's scalp and tug, opening her throat to let out loud hearty cries. Yunjin whines when Somi cums again, the busty blonde's fingers quivering and jerking inside of her own pussy. She's a little envious as she watches Somi's tits bounce and jiggle, and without thinking Yunjin reaches out for one globe, squeezing it and marveling at the softness.

"Oh fuck, yes Yunjin, squeeze me!" Somi's lips find Yunjin again, and soon they are moaning against each other. Each thrust you put into Somi shoves her fingers deeper into Yunjin, who in return gropes Somi even harder, her fingers digging into Somi's soft flesh instead of the sheets.

"Fuck, he's so deep!" Somi groans, and Yunjin nods and kisses her again. She knows exactly what Somi means, having just felt that minutes ago, and she lets Somi whine and whimper into her. That is, until you pull on Somi's hair again.

"I can't hear you babe."

"You're too deep fuck! Are you trying to knock me up too? Ah! We only have one morning after pill left, are you going to— Fuck! Decide who's going to take it?" You lean over and grab Somi's other breast, squeezing it alongside Yunjin. It makes Somi whine even louder.

"Depends, which of you is going to cum first?"

Yunjin let's out a surprised moan as Somi starts moving her fingers actively, as if determined to make Yunjin peak first. But she recovers quickly and begins playing with Somi's nipples, pinching and twisting them to produce harsh gasps. You inevitably speed up as you near your own peak, and the ending is a real photo finish.

"Nooooo! Hnnngh!" Somi grunts, peaking when Yunjin scratches a nail across her clit, and the sudden increase in pressure pulls you over the line. Your load bursts from your tip and splatters inside Somi, and the sight of you bent over your girlfriend, growling and no doubt filling her just like you had filled her earlier sends Yunjin over the top, throwing her head back and trapping Somi's hand between her legs, contracting around the fingers mindlessly rubbing on her g-spot. The three of you collapse in a heap, and you quickly roll to the side, catching your breath after two vigorous rounds with the two beauties.

Yunjin finds herself face-to-face with a flushed and satisfied Somi, and tentatively she slips a finger into her friend, feeling how tight and creamy she is, filled with your load.

"Don't... My cum..." Somi sighs, and Yunjin pulls her fingers out just as Somi does the same from her. Their fingers are both coated in your cream, and their thoughts are on the same possessive post-coital wavelength.

My cum now. A soft sigh escapes both of them as they finger themselves, cleaning their digits with their slick. Of course, their juices don't clean it off fully, so when they proceed to finger each other again, trying to get more of your cum from one another, your seed just mixes inside them. They continue swapping cum from pussy to pussy, a collab of the filthiest kind, until the erotic haze of sex and sin finally dissipates, and you're left with two blushing idols. It's a miracle that you don't get a third wind, but you truly had nothing left to give.

"Wow, I... I can't believe I did that." Yunjin voices her thoughts out loud.

"Did it feel good?"

"Yeah, but—"

"That's all that matters then, sometimes you need to cut loose from being an idol, and take care of yourself. You're welcome to use the shower if you want."

"Right, thanks." Yunjin quickly shuffles off to the shower, leaving you to cuddle Somi in bed.

"So you did join us hmm?" You peck Somi on the nose, and she giggles and kisses your chin.

"I'm surprised you didn't get hard again, I don't know what that was at the end but fuck it was hot."

"It was, but I'm all tapped out."

"Yunjin drained you that much huh?"

"Don't get jealous on me now, you wanted me to fuck her. Something about you taking a break for tonight, hmm?" You appease Somi by grabbing her some tissue to help clean herself.

"Fine, you get off easy this time."

Yunjin gets out of the bathroom fully dressed, hair tousled and lightly made up. A pang of envy goes through her as she sees you two cuddling together—maybe she too could have that one day, but not right now.

"Thanks for letting me use your shower."

"Of course. Oh wait one sec." Somi jumps out from the covers, thankfully covered in your oversized shirt, and quickly ducks into the bathroom. She comes back with a pill for Yunjin. "Here, you should take it."

"Y-You said there was only one, won't you get... pregnant?"

"It was a joke,” Somi presents her own identical pill to Yunjin. She leans in to whisper. “It makes him go a little harder, he thinks I don't know it, but he gets off on that super hard."

"Oh... okay, thanks then." Yunjin blushes at Somi discussing your kink so freely. The two of them walk out of the bedroom arm in arm, and Somi gets each of them a glass of water before downing the pills.

"There, like nothing ever happened." Somi fires Yunjin a glance, her intention clear—this never happened.

"Right, yes." Yunjin pauses as she walks to the door. "What about the collab?"

"Well, we've already worked together on oppa, I guess we can work on a song too." Somi jokes crudely, but her smile is kind. "I'll let you know?"

"Sure, thanks Somi!"

Back at the dorm Yunjin dodges many questions, most of all why did she need to shower at Somi's place, but she manages to explain it away as a bad kimchi stew spill. As Yunjin sinks back into her bed though she can't help but think of what just happened. How she already wants it again.

I need what's forbidden... I am so fucked.

She turns her head into her pillow and moans.

A/N: Welp, that was a smut alright. I will say, surprisingly Le Sserafim’s song lyrics lend a lot to inspiring fics, I guess that’s a good thing? I tried to do a play on their title name for the title of this fic, but eh, not my best effort there. Anyways, I really like the song, especially when they had that first verse in their MMA show, that Hydra performance is sick. Thanks for reading!

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PSA: Some important OOC things I need my RP partners to know

{out of mutations} Hello, everyone. I was just made aware by a (now former) friend that I unintentionally hurt them very badly to the point of them ceasing to write with me and to block me. That is absolutely their prerogative, and I don’t blame them at all for doing so, nor do I bear them any ill will for their choice. Everyone needs to cultivate their own safe spaces on this site and to do what is best for their own mental health.

However, the points that they raised in their final message to me were important and very much opened my eyes to how careless I’ve been with how I’ve conducted myself as an rper and a blogger, and as a friend in general. It also made me aware that things that I’ve been trying to handle on my own offline and to not let affect how I run my blogs or manage friendships… are things that I really need to make my friends and rp partners aware of, because they are having clear consequences.

You all deserve to understand how I work as an online person you connect with, so that you can each make individual choices on whether or not you wish to continue writing with me or interacting through messages in the future. I’ll place this below a cut, and if you read all of it, I thank you for your time.

I mean for this simply to be an informative post that will explain a little bit about what I’ve been going through lately and how it is affecting my ability to function online. Life has gotten very crazy for me, I am having memory problems, and I have way too much activity/muses/blogs. All of these things together have created some problems with how I interact with folks on this site, and so I want to explain a little so you all understand. If, after reading this, you decide that I am too high maintenance for you, that I can’t give you the level of writing or messaging interaction that you prefer, or if you have any other issues with what I say, I fully understand and support any decision you make going forward. I hope that by beieng a bit embarrassingly candid that I can prevent what I inadvertently did to my friend from ever happening again, because I feel absolutely horrible about it. Alright, let’s get into this.

I don’t go looking for new people to interact with on any of my blogs anymore. I’ve stopped following new people unless we actually start writing together, I never message new people because of my anxiety, and I don’t want to attract more activity because I’m not managing what I have now well at all. The past few years of my life have been disastrous for many reasons (work, family, health, etc.), and I am looking to downsize muses and blogs, so I don’t reach out to new people anymore. If they reach out to me, I do my best to accommodate them, because I have never been good at saying no or disappointing people as a consequence of my social anxiety. But otherwise, I don’t want to attract more activity when I know I already don’t have enough time and focus to maintain the activity I already have. So if you have followed me because of the rp etiquette of “if I follow I want to interact,” and I don’t follow back, it doesn’t necessarily mean I don’t want to write with you. Sometimes that is true. When I get followed I read the person’s rules. If I can’t find your rules, or if I see a rule that I feel I violate or would easily violate unintentionally, then I don’t look to write with you. However, there are times when someone follows and I think… oh wow, I’d love to write with them. But as I said, I have too many blogs/muses right now, so I feel it’s irresponsible to go looking for new connections when I don’t really properly maintain the ones I have. I don’t want to close my blogs for new interactions, per se, but I don’t go seeking out more activity either.

But the main reason I wanted to write this is to explain some issues I’ve been having with my memory lately. In the past four years, I’ve had Covid twice and I’ve been put on medications for an immunodeficiency illness, and both of those things have very much made my memory and my ability to keep track of things very poor. I am getting people confused on this site that I never did before, I weirdly repeat myself in posts, I am forgetting what I said in one thread vs. another, I’m forgetting to message people back, or I’ll promise to send in asks or whatever and then never do it. I also tend to get very confused between people who write the same characters, since all I have to go on is a url and an icon if I don’t know the person in real life. I’ve gotten rpers mixed up before because it’s all very jumbled in my head. Sometimes that makes people feel like I am being rude, inconsiderate, or that I don’t care about them, but that isn’t true. I genuinely just can’t hold onto thoughts and memories the way I could a few years ago. I’ve even had to leave my career field, for safety reasons because making stupid mistakes or forgetting to do things since my memory has been affected by Covid and my medications.

The issue of my memory is something that I’ve been in denial about because it’s a scary and upsetting thing, and I guess I’ve been trying to chalk it up to stress or whatever, but clearly that’s not the case, and I need to accept that I have a real problem. In recent months, I have not only gotten people mixed up, but I have done things like list the top 5 people of something and leave someone out, or say someone was the best or only person I wrote with when others write the same character, or replied to one person’s thread thinking I was writing to different person. Sometimes they are close friends of mine, or I’ve been writing with them longer than the ones I listed. Why would I not remember them? How could I screw things like this up? I don’t know. It’s disturbing to not be able to trust your memory, it honestly is.

When I don’t know people in person and all I see is a url and an icon, I sometimes get very confused. This has always been true for me, since way back with AIM in the 90s, but in recent years it’s been compounded by my memory issues. Thread plots and things get all jumbled in my head. I just wrote a thread the other day where I replied to someone and I thought I was replying to another person’s same version of that character. It was mortifying and I felt really bad. If this happens to you, or if I get your version confused in an OOC post, or if I compliment someone else’s version but not yours, it doesn’t mean your version is crap or doesn’t mean anything to me, it’s just that I’m having some focus and memory issues that are causing me to forget versions sometimes or to blend them together in my head. I will take greater care not to make such mistakes in the future, but when dealing with something like a buggy memory, it’s really hard.

People frequently change urls too, which is another thing that often throws me off, because then in my mind, it’s a totally different, new person until I have enough repetition to associate the new url with the person behind the old one. The number of blunders I’ve made recently with saying to people, “I’m sorry, who is this again?” has been staggering and very embarrassing for me. Like just having to ask that question is incredibly mortifying, but I need to do it more instead of trying to reply on my memory and then making very hurtful mistakes.

I have not been keeping up with things on this site as well as I should have in recent years, and that is a failing of mine. Personal relationships have suffered. Connections I’ve made here have fallen apart. I feel like it’s very much getting away from me in an overwhelming manner and I’m not sure how to fix it, other than downsizing blogs and muses, which I’m trying to do now. But that won’t fix my memory, so I’ll likely keep making mistakes even if I downsize. I ask that you please be patient with me, and if you think I’ve made a mistake or haven’t remembered something, please let me know. If doing that is too much trouble for you or you feel like you shouldn’t have to, I totally understand, and if you would feel more comfortable not interacting with me anymore, I respect your decision.

A word about how bad I am with messages… I have very bad social anxiety and messaging people sometimes causes me to have panic attacks or to feel very jittery or overwhelmed. For like, no reason. Even with good, close friends. It’s like…. brain, why. Because of this, I will usually not answer messages until and unless I am in a good headspace to do so. Or it could just be that I don’t have the time if it’s something I’m writing a really long reply to that I want to put adequate thought into. Whatever the reason, I frequently won’t answer right away because I need time to think of a response, or something else is making me anxious so I don’t feel up to replying. I fully intend to reply later, but then the poor memory kicks in, and I forget. Before I know it, I’ve sometimes got people angry that I have been ghosting them for months when I completely forgot I even got a message in the first place. I am kindly asking you to not take this personally. I’ve been doing a lot of this lately. Sometimes, to compound issues, this site doesn’t even tell me that I have messages in the first place, which for someone whose memory is screwed up, is seriously frustrating. I never ignore people unless I think they’re a bot, heh. So please, if you messaged me and I seem to just have completely ignored you, it's okay to message again and ask if I saw it. In fact, I encourage you to do that, because between Dumblr and my own memory, I have really been forgetting to message people back a lot lately, and it’s something I do feel badly about.

One thing I want to make very clear, is that I NEVER fault anyone for taking a hiatus, whether it’s three weeks or three years. Real life comes first, this is a hobby not a job, it should be fun, and if it ceases to be fun or feasible to keep up with then everyone needs to do what’s best for them, and I am perfectly fine with that. Hell, I’ve been taking more hiatuses in the past year than I’ve actually been around to write, because of various work, health, and family issues/obligations. I’m on a partial hiatus right now and likely through next week for jury duty, in fact. I never fault anyone for needing to step away. I’ve had people come back after like five years and still want to write and that’s fine. So if you’ve come out of hiatus and I’m “ignoring” you, it might be that I didn’t see your message, that I don’t remember who you were because of a url change or if it’s been many months or years, or that I don’t even know you’re back. Jog my memory as to what we were writing about, some of our plots and things, and I’m sure that I will remember. Unfortunately, my memory is just not great anymore, it’s a reality that I’ve struggled to come to terms with in recent years.

Also, and this is going to sound very rude I know, but it’s again… just my new normal and reality with regard to my memory. I really don’t have the time or focus to keep track of when everyone leaves or comes back from hiatus or for how long. Maybe this is bad rp etiquette on my part, but I don’t frequently read other people’s blogs or even scroll my dash that much anymore. I just don’t have the time. If I think of it for certain people that I haven’t heard from in a while or that I want to check in on, I may pop onto your blog, but most of the time I do tend to miss a lot of everyone’s OOC posts. I come on to write and then I go back to work (my current job is entirely online), or I go about my family obligations (I take care of my grandmother around the clock). Gone are the days when I used to keep in better touch with people or read all their OOC posts. It’s a combination of not having enough free time to do so and that I’ve really gotten crazy with the number of blogs and muses I have, and so I write with a multitude of people that I just can’t all keep track of. This is a problem of mine, I know, and I am in the process of whittling down my schedule and number of muses to help correct it as much as possible. But just because I didn’t know it was your birthday, or I didn’t like your hiatus post, or I didn’t respond to that post you wrote that said you were really sad and needed someone to talk to… doesn’t mean I don’t care. I do care a lot about people. I tend to soak up people’s problems and sadnesses like a sponge, unfortunately. I just don’t have the time to keep up with all the people I write with all the time. If there is something you really want/need me to know, message me. I know I said I often postpone replying for when I feel more up to doing so, but if it’s something very urgent or important, I will respond ASAP.

One last thing I was to address… please don’t let something that is upsetting you fester to the point where you’re seriously hurt by it. I never intentionally mean to hurt anyone. If anything, I am the most nonconfrontational, people-pleasing person you’ll meet. So if it appears that I’ve done or said or not done something that was really rude, or upset you, or that you feel was very wrong of me to do to you, I promise you it was not done with intention to hurt you. Please come talk to me about it. Don’t let it just sit for a long time and make you angry because I’m likely not even aware that you’re upset. I would like the opportunity to look at what happened and to address it, so that you can feel better and I can be made aware of what I did so as to try to avoid doing so in the future. The last thing I ever want to do to someone is make something into a painful thing they’ll carry with them for a long time. Believe me, I’m the kind of person who still remembers things from early childhood that hurt me and have stayed with me forever. Things have happened on this site, some my fault and some not my fault, that have haunted me for years because I end up feeling so terrible about it. I know that’s probably a product of my chronic anxiety, but even so, it doesn’t feel good at all and I would never want to do that to another person. So please bring something to my attention as soon as it happens so that it can be addressed, fixed, or at the very least explained.

Alright, I think that’s everything I wanted to address. I've tried to be as open and honest and I could possibly be. If this post changes your mind about wanting to interact with me, I understand. You all have to do what is best for you. I just wanted to be transparent with people because hurting someone badly really made me realize that this isn’t something that I can just dance over and hope it’ll all be okay. I’m now aware that it’s affecting real things and real people in negative ways, and so I wanted to make everyone aware.

Sorry for all the word vomit, but I thought this was very important to do. Again, if you’ve read to this point, thank you for taking that time to do so. I will continue to try to do as much as I can to conduct myself in a respectful manner with all of you, and I look forward to writing with those who still want to.

[lam-ila]

Big Spoon || Cole Caufield

Summary: Four times Cole was the big spoon and one time he was the small spoon.

Word Count: 1,840

Warnings: none

please let me know if you find any that i should add

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a/n: this is gender neutral. hope you enjoy this! feedback is appreciated

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You and Cole had been friends for a few years and had been pining over each other. You met through some mutual friends and had formed a friend group with them and Cole. About once a month, your friend group would plan movie nights at someone’s place and this month, that someone was you.

You had planned everything thinking you were accommodating for everyone’s schedules, but the only person who could make it to the movie night was Cole. You didn’t mind that and neither did Cole, you two were extremely close and hung out with each other whenever you could.

You enjoyed the movie night, maybe a little too much as it was well past midnight and too late for Cole to go back to his place, so you offered to let him stay the night. You gave him a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt to wear, which he graciously accepted. After he changed, you watched him rearrange some throw pillows on one of your couches, creating a make-shift bed.

“What are you doing?” you asked, a confused expression on your face.

“Going to sleep,” Cole answered in a matter of fact way.

“Oh no, if you’re gonna sleep on one of my couches, then so am I.” You gathered two of your throw pillows and started to do the same thing as Cole did, but on the neighbouring couch.

“This is your place. Sleep in your bed,” Cole argued.

“I don’t want you sleeping on the couch by yourself,” you argued back. You knew neither one of you would get anywhere bickering like this, so you came up with a solution that hopefully Cole would agree to. “We’re grown adults, let’s both sleep in my bed, alright?”

“Okay,” he quietly said. “As long as it doesn’t bother you.”

“Cole, I wouldn’t have offered it if I wasn’t okay with it.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he laughed softly. “I’ll, uh, let you get changed.”

Once you got changed into your pyjamas, you brought Cole into your room and you both awkwardly made your way into your bed. You both laid down, Cole facing you and you facing away from him, lost in thought. Taking a deep breath, you prepared for yourself to talk to Cole about what was on your mind.

“Hey Cole?” He hummed in response. “Can I talk to you about something?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“So,” you paused, not completely sure how to continue. “I have this friend who, uh, well, they like their friend who they’ve known for a few years and, well,” you did your best to try and hide the fact that you were talking about yourself. “they don’t exactly know how to tell their friend that.”

“Okay, um, I think they just need to sit their friend down all tell straight up them how they feel.”

“The thing is, they don’t want to just tell their friend what they feel because they’re afraid their friend doesn’t like them back.” He chuckled, catching on to what you were trying to say.

“I think their friend likes them back.” You turned to face him, confused at what he was admitting.

“Wait, what do you mean?”

“I understand what you’re doing,” Cole explained. “and I like you too.”

After some confessions and forehead kisses, you laid down facing away from Cole again, but this time with a slight smile on your face, your back pressed up against his front, and his arms around you. Unbeknownst to you and Cole, this was all due to your friends purposely being busy so that you two could possibly confess your shared feeling towards each other.

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On your one year anniversary, Cole asked if you wanted to move in with him and you happily accepted the offer. The first few months were amazing, but one day in your third month of living with Cole, you both were having a terrible day, Cole upset with how his practice went and you upset with the amount of work you were given, and you were both snapping at each other.

By the end of the day, you and Cole couldn’t stand to face each other, but neither one of you wanted to sleep on the couch, so you built a wall out of pillows in the middle of the bed. You faced away from Cole, eyes wide open, reminiscent of the first night you shared a bed with Cole. You hated being separated from him, even if you were mad at each other for snapping at one another. Right as you were about to turn around to destroy the pillow wall, you felt the pressure of the pillows be replaced by Cole’s body pressed up against your back and his arms wrapped around your waist.

“I thought-” you started.

“Shhhh…” Cole cut you off. “I love you too much to not hug you.”

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The day after yours and Cole’s not so great day, you had to actually do the crazy amount of work that you were being given. You had been doing your work throughout the entire day, only taking breaks to eat food, make coffee, and go to the washroom. Cole had a home game that night, which you desperately wanted to go to, but you had to do more work, so you decided to put on his game and sit on one of your couches while doing your work.

Throughout the first period, you continued to get no work done. Instead, your eyes were glued to the tv screen. You had gotten a bit of work done during the first intermission, but once the second period came back on, your attention had gone back to the game. Deciding to focus on your work, you lowered the tv’s volume took a large sip of your coffee you were drinking.

Despite the amount of caffeine you had consumed, you found your eyelids getting heavy and you were finding it harder to do your work. You set your laptop aside on the couch you were sitting on, placed a pillow behind your head, and wrapped yourself in a blanket. Okay, maybe you had overworked yourself, a five minute break couldn’t do you any harm.

After the game, Cole entered your home, expecting you to be sitting on the couch and waiting for him like you normally do when you don’t go to home games. Instead, he found you fast asleep in your make-shift bed. Your exhaustion caught up to you and you had missed the rest of the second period and the entire third period. Cole chuckled lightly as he made his way over to you. He closed your laptop and placed it on the coffee table.

Kissing you softly on the forehead in attempt to wake you up, he mumbled against your skin “Hi, I’m home.” Your stirred against his touch, not completely wanting to wake up. Upon noticing that Cole was the one waking you up, your eyes widened, remembering that you missed most of the game.

“I’m sorry,” you admitted. “I didn’t go to your game and then I missed most of it because I fell asleep and I didn’t even get all my work done and-”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re exhausted.” Cole helped you to your feet and brought you to your shared bed. He fished out your pyjamas and gave them to you, motioning for you to change. Once changed, you got into bed, Cole following you. After laying down, Cole pressed his front against your back and placed his arms around your body.

“Cole, I really am sorry about-”

“Don’t,” Cole cut you off a second time. “there’s plenty of other games you can go to.” He kissed the back of your head. “Goodnight, I love you.”

“I love you too Cole.”

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The night before Cole leaves for away games were always difficult. The day before the most recent away game stretch wasn’t as difficult as usual; you and Cole spent the entire day, minus his practice, together at your shared place. Normally, it was you who had a difficult time towards the end of the day about him leaving, but this time, it was Cole.

You usually made sure that Cole got to bed early, so he wasn’t tired the morning he had to travel, but you found yourself laying awake and facing the wall at one in the morning with a wide-awake Cole behind you, facing your backside, blabbering on about anything that his mind could think of.

“Cole, honey,” you started. “I love listening to you talk, but please stop talking.”

“Okay, I’ll stop talking.” He agreed to part of what you said, however, instead of talking, he wrapped his arms around you and began kissing your cheek that was facing the ceiling.

“That’s not what I meant! You need to sleep!”

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The next home game you went to ended not so greatly. The Habs lost terribly and Cole didn’t score or assist a single goal. The commute back to your shared place was silent. You could tell Cole was having an argument with himself in his head and you needed to assure him that the loss wasn’t his fault, but you also wanted to give him space to feel the emotions he was feeling.

Once you got to your place, you and Cole did your typical routine after coming home from a game, but this time, there was barely any conversation. The two of you got into bed, you facing Cole and Cole facing away from you. This wasn’t usual and you knew you had to say something.

“Cole, I-” you started before being cut off by Cole.

“I played so badly today,” he stated. “If I didn’t play so terribly, we would’ve-”

“Cole,” It was your turn to cut him off, “That’s not true.”

“But-”

“Just listen to me, alright?” Cole said nothing in response, prompting you to continue. “You weren’t the only player on the ice. How could it be entirely your fault if there was an entire team who played tonight?” You scooted forward so that you could press up against Cole’s back. Wrapping your arms around Cole, you softly pressed your lips against his head. “It was one bad game. You guys will figure out what went wrong and play better in the next game.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” You could tell Cole didn’t entirely believe you, but he understood what you said, so that was a start. After a comfortable silence, Cole spoke up again. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For making me feel better. I normally would’ve just moped around and felt bad about myself.”

“Of course Cole.” You kissed him on the back of his head again. “And no need to thank me. I’m your partner, that’s my job.”

“I know, but I still want to thank you.” You smiled at his words, knowing that he truly appreciated you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You closed your eyes and fell asleep, feeling Cole’s abdomen rising and falling against your arms as he gently breathed.

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(Answer when ever you have time) But do you think driders molt if so how would kar’niss deal with that I imagine he would be very fragile during that and after for awhile till it hardens again man needs blood after that (and freaks me out I heard spiders can get stuck)

This is a question that has questions of its own. The first is why do spiders molt? The simple answer is so they can shed their old exoskeleton for a new, bigger one. They do this as they grow to accommodate larger organs and limbs. Now I’ve read different sources while researching. Some say they molt until they are fully grown and then that’s it. Others claim that spiders molt until the end of their life cycle, just with less frequency. Someone with experience caring for spiders would be able to confirm one way or another, or perhaps it depends on the species. With that in mind it makes me wonder, is Kar’niss is fully grown or will he continue to increase in size overtime? Or is the drider curse all or nothing? Meaning that once a drow is changed that is their final form and that’s it. The drow body may continue to age but the rest of them is locked in place.

That’s where it gets complicated because now we’re dealing with elvish aging and all that fun mess. We don’t know Kar’niss’ direct age. Physically he appears to be in his late twenties or early thirties. In elvish terms he might date around 150 to 200 years old by proxy, but that is a pretty wild guess on my part since drow can live up to 750 years. It doesn’t help that his features have been heavily altered by the drider curse which could make him appear older than he actually is.

Putting technicality aside, if Kar’niss does continue to molt then I imagine it’d be a physically taxing and unpleasant process. I wrote a fic a while ago suggested by an Anon on this concept. He’d likely feel very vulnerable and hide away from everyone during this process. He’d be agitated and quick to bark at anyone who came into his vicinity. I also agree that he’d likely be starving after the process considering how much energy goes into shedding an old skin and growing a new one. He’ll be one cranky guy so Tav would need to tread carefully.

As for getting stuck, it is an unfortunate risk for any creature who molts. Thankfully I think Kar’niss might have an easier time of it because he has hands and opposable thumbs. The chitin does go up his arms and on portions of his chest but not on his face. It’s weird to think about a drider body trying to molt. I watched a video of a tarantula molting and it was wild. It started with one spider and ended with two, except the other spider was an empty husk. I’ve tried to picture Kar’niss doing that and my brain cannot compute, the humanoid torso throws the whole thing off. Maybe his hands wouldn’t save him...ugh, no. It’s like getting stuck in a fleshy straight jacket.

I’ll just add that to the tally of nightmare fuel I’ve encountered while running this blog. We’re up to four! If I get five on my punch card I can redeem a free ice cream cone. \o/

Thanks for the ask!

[bangsinc]

hellooo, your favourite autistic, yeah i wanted to request a gwen version of the autistic reader thing (im not good at requesting sorry)😭

💕Gwen Stacy x Autistic Reader (Hcs!)🩰

Thanks for requesting! Gwen Stacy is one of my faves, she’s so silly1!1!1!

No warnings! I mean, mentions of like, being overstimulated and such though.. I couldn’t think of many things, I’m having rly bad writers block. 😭

Gwen, more than anyone else, possesses a deep understanding of the intricacies and challenges experienced by individuals on the autism spectrum. Having a significant other with autism doesn’t change her perspective on them whatsoever.

Despite this, Gwen can be unintentionally oblivious to your feelings. She doesn’t do it out of hatred or malice, and talking to her surely causes her to get out of that habit. Some examples could include playing her music, or practicing her drums too loud (which she is quick to accommodate for! If you want to be with her while she plays, but hate how loud the vibrations and noise is, she’s quick to supply you with some noise cancelling headphones.

Always keen on listening to your fixations, maybe even partaking in them herself! It’s nice to have someone to share love for something over, she hadn’t exactly.. formed a connection like that for a long, long time.

(Might even make you playlists/gifts dedicated to said hyperfixation!)

If you’re not in the mood to talk, or if there’s a portion of your week/day where you’re nonverbal, Gwen completely understands! She might help you make some communication cards too, if you don’t have any to begin with that is.

Stimming is nothing to be ashamed about, espically when you’re with Gwen. While she might not stim with you like the spot would, she has no qualms or issues with you expressing your emotions. If anything, she finds it incredibly cute, commenting on it often. You don’t look stupid to hee, you never have and never will look that way.

If someone were to have an issue with you, Gwen would be quick to shut it down. There’s nothing wrong with you, and you shouldn’t be treated any less than you are. She’s an incredible advocate (your biggest fan, if you may).

(Im sorry this isn’t a lot, I’ll write more in the future to make up for it!)

[a-ackermann]

RP RULES

This will only be a brief synopsis of my rules and standards, after reading below if interested please dm me, we can discuss rules and boundaries more in depth prior to beginning an rp. As of now all rps I’m opening are AoT exclusive.

- As a literate writer, varying on how detailed or lengthy of a writer you are will of course effect my responses, however please consider that me being a literate writer means the majority of my responses will be longer, varying 2-10 paragraphs, overall I max out at 3k word replies (IF that is what we’re going for). So long as there’s something for me to actually form a real response to I’ll gladly keep a rp alive.

- I will portray most canon characters and am very open to either SFW or NSFW plots, though when it comes to my own prompts my rps tend to turn NSFW eventually. (though I’m very strict about enforcing slow-burn say it were a build up to romance.) I tend to prefer playing as my OC with canon characters, obviously I ship my OC with Levi but this doesn’t mean I exclusively rp with Levi mains/portrayers. I’m open to about anything so long as you reach out with a suggestion. If you wish to have no NSFW content whatsoever, or at the least no sexual content please let me know!!!! I have no issues with these accommodations just because I’m a freaky little goose in the pond.

- I do not write homosexual pairings, both mxm and fxf. I’m a straight woman, who used to identify as a trans gay man when I used to write for gay pairings exclusively, if I were to do that now I’d feel as if I’m fetishizing. So respectfully, please don’t come to me asking for this because I have no exceptions.

- Regarding sexual content, I will not engage in any beastiality, scat/piss fetishes, DDLG/MDLG/age-play, etc, basically if it could get you in legal trouble or it’s just generally fucking disgusting don’t even bother suggesting it. Reiterating here, I enjoy getting freaky in writing now and then, but I won’t ever make it the exclusive theme of the rp.

- Please understand I love doing this in my free time,

FREE TIME!!!

Meaning, no, I am not ignoring you. I’m an outspoken and confrontational person by nature, if there is an issue I will openly address it to your face before ending a role play, guaranteed. Therefore, give me time if I haven’t updated you whatsoever, as in not even to say that I’m answering you soon, because I’m either at work or at home rotting after work.

- If you’re looking for me to play a specific character for you in one rp and you’re willing to portray for me in another at the same time lmk!! I know it can be exhausting writing as a character for someone else’s appeal when you also have an idea to execute.

- If you dislike the way I write for a character, please let me know so that we can discuss it and potentially work out changing things about my portrayal to better suit your expectations. I’m very open to criticism so long as it comes from good intentions.

- If you want to restart an rp by all means please speak up!! It’s very difficult to rouse or annoy me over an rp, I’d rather know you’re unsatisfied than continue leading an rp knowing you’re struggling to come up with a response.

- ISO long-term rp partners atm, I’m very interested in meeting other compatible writers.

- I’m not hellbent on any particular platform, I prefer Discord, otherwise if there’s an app you’d prefer to talk on just let me know.

- Finally, I can be picky with what rps that I open and those I engage with, though this doesn’t mean I’ll shoot you down immediately if I don’t like your suggestion, I’ll most likely stay and work with you til we’re both happy with a plot unless what you’re looking for is something I’m entirely disinterested in.

Please do not be afraid to reach out to me!! Even if we end up not starting an rp together I can assure you I will get back to you and I wont be upset if you have questions either 💙💙💙💙💙

P.S. Just to avoid further confusion, I’m continuing to go under my OC name on this account 💙

[xxkiller-muffinxx]

༺But it can heal, if you learn from it. Pt 2༻

Pairing: Ebenezer Scrooge x reader

Summary: on the way to the party, (Y/N) recalls a few more painful memories of the past, but an old friend makes her feel better.

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: mention of death, and angst with a happy ending.

A/N: please make more of these you guys, Scrooge is MWAH and I want to encourage people to start writing. Lastly thank you all for the love on the last part, you're all amazing <3 Just realized I may have forgotten to accommodate for Hela’s accent and I apologize dearly.

Pt. 1 “yes, the past can hurt”

(Y/N) fastened her coat on as she stared at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t help but stare at herself as she thought long and hard about the situation.

“Scrooge doesn’t bite, it’s just your imagination ruining you.” She straightens her coat and turns to the bonnet on the bed Hela left her. She rolled her eyes, (Y/N) was never fond of bonnets.

A memory filled her mind as she went to put it on.

———

A bonnet tied around (Y/N)’s neck for the first time made Ebenezer laugh. He’d never seen you with such a deep scowl, and it was quite silly. “What’s the matter? It looks good!” Ebenezer played with her as if she was a coned dog.

To reciprocate these feelings she snaps at Ebenezer, the two children giggling to themselves. “Sneezer, I would tear this thing apart if I could.” Ebenezer walked up and adjusted it for her. (Y/N) faking her lack of oxygen which scares Ebenezer. “(Y/N)!” He grabs her, and she just falls limp for a moment, before springing to life and Scaring her friend. Ebenezer’s glare slowly molds into an amused chuckle.

———

(Y/N) adjusted the Bonnet, discomfort rings through her body, but she continues her pat down. She ran her hands over her face, and down her arms once more. There was a knock at the door. “Come in!” (Y/N) yelled to the person behind the door. The door creaks open, and Hela makes her presence known.

“You look splendid! Harry and I are ready when you are!” She spun out of the room. (Y/N) smiled. They’re made for each other. (Y/N) turns to the mirror ahead of her. Ebenezer would laugh and tell her she looked ridiculous, while Scrooge? she’d admit she had no idea what he’d say. Whatever it’d be, it'd be different.

The room is quiet, and (Y/N) feels a chill, a giggle echoes through her ears, a giggle that wasn’t her own. She turns violently. Leaning her back on the mirror behind her. The fear linger’s until Hela calls her name. She adjusts her dress again and walks off. She exits the room, seeing Harry with his wife. She joins him.

They walk together, the sky lit beautifully over the town, and Hela walks by (Y/N)‘s side while holding her hand. “I’m sorry to be bringing this up so early on, especially since you woke up not but 20 minutes ago.” She apologizes, but (Y/N) waved her hand dismissively.

Hela looks up at her husband, he seems more focused on the fact he’s getting the chance to get closer to his uncle. Hela smiles at her husband and turns back to (Y/N) “I can’t help but wonder that can’t be all that happened. Right?”

“What do you mean?” (Y/N) responded.

Hela’s eyebrows fall flat above her eyes, and she leans toward her, “I mean what happened between you and Scrooge.” (Y/N) scoffed. Hela threw her hands to her side and turned to her husband, grabbing his arm gently. She whispers something to him, and suddenly he’s gone.

Hela sits with (Y/N), causing her to feel rather nostalgic. “Tell me, what else happened, because if asking about his sister is really what took him to the edge, I’ll be angry.” Hela’s hand fell on top of (Y/N)’s. “Please.” She begs. It doesn’t take long until (Y/N) gives in with a defeated huff.

———

(Y/N) stayed in town for days, sending as frequent letters to her husband as possible. Until one day, she got a letter back expecting her return. So she began to write a letter addressed to the chap.

“Dear Ebenezer, I apologize if my last visit upset you, and I wish we could be friends once more. However things are looking poor for the both of us, and may I say I’m sorry for your loss, on all accounts. I wish I could have been there to help you.”

She wondered if she should stop there, but her eyes widened. She won’t ever see him again, and that meant she had to make one last impression. So she did.

“Yet, wishes aren’t important anymore, as the past is the past. So I must look to the future, and to do that I need to admit a few things so they may stay in my past. First things first, you’ve always been my best friend, the greatest ever, and nothing will change that. However, I’ve come to notice a pattern with you that scares me. You’re filled with greed Ebenezer, and I have to say it’s not your fault.

Next, this will be hard to say. As it contrasts a few of my earlier feelings, and I still do not know what happened to Isabel, or between the two of you. Just know how much you mean to me. For we may never see each other again, and I need you to know.”

Her breath caught in her throat, what is the feeling, how does one describe it without losing the trust of a friend? Without..?

“I adore you?” (Y/N) whispers, but that’s not it is it? She’s afraid of the 3 words she’d give her mother or father, but she also knows it’s nothing less than such. How to explain? She can only try.

“Every morning when I wake up, even if it’s not about you, or even if you’re not anywhere close, you're somewhere in my mind, making the day better. Every morning, noon, and night, from sunrise to the next full moon. You’ve meant more to me than most others I can name, and the words I’m looking for are not in my vocabulary just yet. Until they are, I hope to see you again.

Your dear friend,

(Y/N)”

———

“You wrote all that?” Hela speaks as soon as (Y/N) goes quiet. She sighs looking at the time. “We only have so long, Hela. I can’t keep telling you these stories.” (Y/N) begins to stand when Hela taunts her playfully.

“You can’t? Or won’t?”

(Y/N) stares at Hela in shock. “Hela, dear I just don’t know. I’ve already shared so much.” She politely laughed. Hela obliged, standing up. She takes a few steps forward and offers a hand to (Y/N). She takes it. “If you don’t want to share, I’ll honor that, but now we must find Harry, we only have 30 minutes!” She twirls her friend before running off, (Y/N) smiling and following her.

When they found Harry, he was already waiting in front of Scrooge’s home. Hela and Harry began to speak as (Y/N) became lost in thought.

—---

(Y/N) stood at the door to her friend’s home, and squeezed the letter in her palms tightly. She pondered knocking, leaving the letter, or just walking away with it, never having to deal with the consequences.

She would have stood there for hours if not a voice came from beside her. “(Y/N)?” she turned to the voice. “M-Mr. Scrooge, it's good to see you again! Well, that is if it's good for you to see me.” she anxiously twiddled with her thumbs and the edge of the paper envelope.

The man seemed to ignore her presence, and walk past her as he entered his house. “Ebenezer?” he stood at the door, pinching the bridge of his nose once more. He had to be too tired to correct her.

Scrooge’s eyes, now a deep grayish-blue, pierce (Y/N)’s skin. “What is it?” he said coldly. (Y/N) leans back a little, staring up at his face. He has newly shaped bags under his eyes, and his face seems to be permanently under stress.

(Y/N) slowly stammered into her next words. “I was just. Meaning to deliver this letter, before I go home tomorrow night.” She hands him the letter. She gasps silently when it's ripped out of her hands. He lets it hang at his side as he watches her. “Well? What now?” his gruff voice rings in her ears.

“Ebenezer, can we please have a word, it'll be quick.”

“Mr.Scrooge.”

“Mr. Scrooge, please.” her voice quivers, and when Scrooge looks her in the eyes, he sighs. Urgelessly letting her inside. Scrooge takes off his coat and rests it on the coat rack. (Y/N) looks around, he really has gotten richer. “Mr. Scrooge, we've missed so much time in the years I’ve been gone, can’t we just chat?” Scrooge turns to her. Crossing his arms.

“(Y/N). I don’t have time to simply “chat.” I have work to do, rest to have.” He awaits for (Y/N) to leave before he goes upstairs. “So what can we do? I just want to be near my friend for a while longer.” She says sincerely.

Scrooge has one hair loose from the top of his head, it falling over his face, and his long body Patiently stands across from her, his shoulders tense and his jaw clenched, But his eyebrows relaxed now that he’s inside.

(Y/N) stood almost completely still in the heavy atmosphere, a weight falling into her chest as she opened her mouth. “If you, I want to get done quickly. Tell me why you pushed me away. Years later? Mr.Scrooge we’re friends, I’m here if you need me.” She takes a step toward Scrooge, his eyebrows furrowing, and he mirrors her actions. “(Y/N) we were friends, but now what are we? You left me and Isabel without much of a second thought. Her mother had to tell us.” He says. His tolerance running thin.

Was that it? Just because you never told him you were leaving. “I’m sorry, but to admit I had no time, and I couldn’t bear saying goodbye.” Scrooge frowned deeply.

“Why couldn’t you just have said something before?”

“My father was telling me to continue talking to my now husband. So I had no time!”

“You had time for a dinner party then? Hm?”

“My father said it’d be a good bonding experience, I wanted to go alone.”

Scrooge’s face was complex, it just couldn’t be read, not like (Y/N)’s anyhow. (Y/N) knew it was mostly anger, but there was something about it that said something else to her. It became clear once Scrooge spoke again.

Scrooge takes a few steps closer to her. “Your husband, is he happy? Are you?” He looks down at her, he’s worried for her, and he has been for so long. (Y/N)’s hands drop to her sides.

(Y/N) clenched her teeth. “Yes, we both are.” Lying through her teeth. Old Ebenezer would take that for what it is, but this new man, with his money and his coats, somehow knew it all. “Did you lie to me?”

(Y/N) laughs awkwardly, “No? Why would I lie?”

“You laugh when you’re lying (Y/N)” Scrooge says simply. “You’ve never been happy around him.” (Y/N) realizes that he’s been getting closer, but doesn’t feel the need to point it out. A gnawing pain in her head doesn’t help what’s happening.

She turns away from him and begins mildly pacing back and forth in the room. “You don’t know me, Scrooge, I’ve grown, maybe our love has too.”

Scrooge scoffs at such an answer. He watches her pace, making his next point “Well, why don’t you say it then, that you love Him.” she looks at him and stares in shock.

“I…can’t she stops.” She stops in her tracks, Scrooge looks at her.

“Why not?”

“Because… it doesn’t matter why. You tell me about Isabel first.”

“Why can’t you say it? Is it because you don’t love him?”

“No! It’s because those words scare me.”

“It’s your husband.”

“He might as well be my flatmate.”

Scrooge’s eyebrows raise at that last remark. He walks toward her slowly “you don’t love him. Be honest.” (Y/N) stepped back. She huffs out air as she walks “no, I don’t, but it’s not my fault.” she says quickly. Her leg hits the railing of stares. She moves beside it to have more room to go back.

Scrooge doesn’t seem to take that statement clearly. He laughs deeply “not your fault? What do you mean by that.” She sighs as she hits a wall. “Because it’s yours.” Scrooge continues to follow her onto the wall. The world seems so small now. “(Y/N), how in the world could it be my fault?” (Y/N) is pressed into a corner, Scrooge hovering above her.

“Because I love you!”

Three words. Well, literally four, but those three words she was afraid to say before, came out in a flurry of anxiety, sadness, anger, and even somewhat grief. The two stood in that corner for a moment more. Their silence floated amongst the large space. “Ebenezer I- I’m sorry.” She looks down. Scrooge’s eyes widen, and suddenly his bright blue eyes spark to life.

He steps back, and (Y/N) breathes heavily. Ebenezer never takes his eyes off of her. “(Y/N)...I-” a voice from outside caught their attention calling out to the woman. She walks up to him. Her face falls flat as she asks him “Scrooge, I meant that. If you care at all.” his eyes soften on her as he gently grabs a hold of her waist, hugging her. Resting his head on top of hers.

She hugs him back, knowing who she’s hugging. When Ebenezer pulls back, she looks up at him, his hands still on her waist. Their eyes meet, and his eyes move down to her lips. (Y/N) feels heat rise to her face as her eyes fall to his as well. Scrooge gently leaned down, kissing her lips softly, but passionately. It lasts for nearly 30 seconds before Ebenezer pulls back.

Scrooge turns away. “You should go.” (Y/N) leans forward to get back into his arms, but Scrooge continues walking away. “Scrooge.” He stops, and with a sad, disgruntled frown he weakly repeats himself. Pushing his hair back in the process “Mr. Scrooge, now leave. Before I say anything You regret.”

So she turns, looking away from the man that took up so much room in her mind for far too long. She stops in front of the door. “That letter was addressed to Ebenezer. Make sure he gets it please.” With that she leaves, holding her chest as she walks out, slamming the door.

———

(Y/N) comes back to her senses, and as she does she notices the number of people on the stairs. She stood up, shaking her head. “When did all these people get here?” Harry turns to her. “Just a few minutes ago! Here, let me introduce you to everyone. There’s Tom Jenkins he owns the toy shop in town.” he leads her down, introducing her.

Tom turns with a smile. “Oh! Good afternoon Miss!” he bows his head to her, and she smiles fondly “Jenkins? As in John Jenkins?” Tom nods, and (Y/N) grins “he was friends with my father! It’s good to know the business was passed down so kindly. I’m (Y/N).” She pats his shoulder. Harry seems even happier that (Y/N) said something nice, first.

“A pleasure to meet you too! Ms. (Y/N)!” This is followed by Harry dragging (Y/N) to a few new people…well, a lot of new people!. “(Y/N) this is Bob Cratchit! He works for Scrooge.” Bob smiled warmly as he held a baby, “(Y/N)! Why that’s quite the name, lovely to meet you.” His wife smiled. “It’s a miracle we lasted this long on his doorstep. I expected him to throw us out by now. Ethel.”

She smiled, about to say something when her arm was grabbed. “(Y/N)! I didn’t know you were back!” “Neither did I!” they dragged her toward them. The green-dressed woman hugs her while the red-dressed one pats her. “I would have introduced them, but I guess you already know them!” Their joyous demeanors rubbed off on the other guests.

The laughter fills the air gently, and soon they begin talking amongst themselves once more. “Look at your face, you still look as young as you did all those years ago.” (Y/N) blushed and laughed. The other lady grabbed her face gently. “It was always rough not having such a charitable heart here. We missed you.” Harry’s smile never leaves his face, and he decides to ask.

“(Y/N) how do you know these kind women?” (Y/N) turned to the brunette man, and she smiled. (Y/N)’s laughter was exchanged for her voice speaking absen-mindedly. “oh yes, I met these two in my old town. Where they were also donating.” The ladies laughed, full of seasonal joy.

Their laughter died down, and the ladies gently held her hands. “So, (Y/N) tell us about that delightful husband of yours!” (Y/N) forgot she was supposed to talk about her husband. So she immediately slumped, Harry, already knowing the answer, went back to his wife quickly.

(Y/N) spoke quietly, her smile falling into a frown. “Three springs ago, he passed away in his sleep. From an incurable disease.” The ladies lost their smiles almost instantaneously. They grab (Y/N) once more and hug her.

The warmth of their hug brings a small smile back to (Y/N)’s face. “I’m so sorry dear.” “Widowed! At such a young age!” She hugged them back, ignoring that her age had been misplaced. “(Y/N) remember you can always come to us if you’re ever in any sad time. Okay?``said the one in the red dress.

The smell of food stole most people’s attention. They turned and there walked a few people holding food for catering. They all stared in awe, a few getting a closer look, and when (Y/N) was released she walked up to one with a dish that used to warm her up inside and out.

“Syllabub? That’s an old favorite of mine. Oh! Figgy pudding!” She heard Harry’s voice from the top step, everyone turning to meet his gaze. “Are we ready everyone?” Everyone agrees that it’s time to get inside, except for (Y/N) who simply shakes her head.

Harry grins, and turns to the door, and yet he doesn’t move. Hela quickly pressed the bell herself, Harry deflating. He reinflates as he sees his wife’s excited expression, and they both look at the door with determined expressions. In fact, everyone seemed confused, and/or nervous.

It takes a while for the doors to open, so they focus on their own things once more. (Y/N) wringing her hands in thought, not bothering to walk back up to the top of the stairs, so she stands on the ground. The door is opened, and the familiar face peers down at the people. Gesturing for them to come inside.

Scrooge’s face had aged, his hair now almost completely gray, and his sideburns now framing his face. (Y/N) follows the others inside. Scrooge sees (Y/N), and can't help but smile. Once everyone is inside, dinner begins.

Everyone sits in their seats. Ebenezer helped Ethel relax in her seat. (Y/N) stands looking at the wall decorations, and all the food. She felt weary of so many colors. She sees gifts while resting at the table.

Tom is more curious than her because he opens his, and has a pleasant surprise when Ebenezer tells him that all his debts are canceled. The ladies and Harry open their thoughtful gifts. 1000 pounds for each lady and his mother's doll.

(Y/N) rubs her arms, not expecting her own gift, especially because she came without warning, but seeing these gifts made her wonder. She has no time to think before Bob Cratchit opens his. Business partners?

Scrooge stood over him and smiled “yes, Bob, if you have me that is. Let's build a brighter future for the Cratchits together, what do you say?” Bob looks up at him with a grin. “I say yes!” He and the rest of his family are overjoyed. Scrooge allows them to talk amongst themselves, turning to (Y/N) for a moment. Then he goes to the front of the table.

(Y/N) raises a brow as he begins talking again. She partially listens, but only makes certain words out. His words are definitely chosen carefully, and he had to have practiced such a speech at least twice. From what (Y/N) has seen Ebenezer has changed. She's proud, and yet nervous, like meeting someone new.

Harry waved for her to come closer. She begrudgingly walks up to the table. An awkward small smile on her face. A small boy raised a glass, full of milk, as he was finishing his final statement. Raising his glass of wine into the air imitating the boy. “God bless us! Everyone!” yelled the boy.

There was a cheer, and everyone began eating. (Y/N) only grabbing a glass of syllabub, and making her way out of the room again. Hoping someone would follow her. She was still surprised when someone did. She stopped on the balcony of the steps.

“(Y/N)? Is everything alright?” the voice struck (Y/N)’s ears suddenly. She nods gently leaning on the railing. Gesturing for the voice to join her. When he did, she looked up at him.

She giggled softly. “It's so strange, after all these years seeing your face and you being…different…again.” her head drops when she says again. Looking down at the ground below her. Scrooge moves a hand to touch her back to comfort her, but puts his hand down again when (Y/N) lifts her head.

Scrooge places his hands down on the railing and squeezes gently. “(Y/N), there are not enough words to describe how sorry I am. Truly.” he looks at her, a drift of wind causing her to shiver. Almost instinctively he takes off his coat and places it on her. She quietly laughs.

She looks at her old friend. “Well, then use the words you can to tell me what happened. Why must you continue changing so quickly?” (Y/N) speaks quickly. She fixes her posture as she holds the coat around her body. Scrooge smiles at her. “It's so much I don't want to go through again.” she huffs.

The two sit in silence for a while longer. The tense air is lifted when there's music coming from the other room. Scrooge quickly looks in the direction of the room, an old urge resurging. He relaxes, and his rurs are back on (Y/N).

(Y/N)’s eyes widen, and without warning she grabs his cheek. She pulls him down to face her. She smiles gently as she sees his eyes. His face is flushed, she lets him go, her face now a few shades darker. “Apologies Mr. Scrooge.” Scrooge wines at the name. He gently grabs her wrist and rubs his thumb on it.

His hand is gentle, she stares at it for a moment. “Please, call me Ebenezer.” (Y/N) is taken aback at how desperate he sounds. She takes his hand into her own, then lets it go. Turning back to the wooden railing. “Ah, Yes. Ebesneezer.” a smile taking her expression. Scrooge raises a brow.

Ebenezer steps closer to her. “I read your letter. A miracle it was damaged like any other.” (Y/N) slaps his elbow gently in offense. He chuckles. She's silent, processing his words. “THE LETTER? What letter? The letter I gave to you when we…oh dear.” She rests her chin on her palm.

The two look to one another, “did you mean what you said..? Out loud and in your letter.” Ebenezer takes a step closer. (Y/N) stands still, pulling at her bonnet. “Yes…no? It’s been so long.” The man notices her bonnet. He smiled at it, and (Y/N) smiled at it too, taking it off. She held it in her hands.

Ebenezer’s eyes seem to light up at your face. He walks closer. “Whether you mean it now, or you don’t “I want you to know…I…I” he stops in his tracks. (Y/N) steps closer. “You? You what?” A hopeful feeling enters her chest.

Ebenezer clears his throat. “Every day when I wake up, I think about you. Every morning, noon, and night, from sunrise to the next full moon. You’ve meant more to me than most others.” He recites. (Y/N)’s eyes grow wide, and she stares up at him. “To put it plainly. I…” their eyes meet. Ebenezer grabbing (Y/N)’s hands as he takes a deep breath. “I love you too (Y/N)”

Relief. Weight falls off (Y/N)’s shoulders, like heavy chains tying her to the ground. The air is lighter, the colors are brighter, and her mind is clearer. She would jump for joy if she wasn’t in front of an old friend in a serious situation. “That’s…I…I love you too!” She says with a giddy laugh.

She holds her head. “Ye gods, this feels like a dream!” She admits squeezing Ebenezer’s hands tightly. He laughs as (Y/N) holds her head in deliriousness. She stops smiling when she realizes. “If that’s the case. That means if I stayed I could’ve helped you. If I stayed you wouldn't have. Oh…Humbug!” She holds her head. Ebenezer places a gentle hand on her cheek.

“(Y/N), my dear, the past is the past. We’re now here, in the present.” His other hand holds her waist. (Y/N)’s face contorts in her sadness, caressing his hand on her face. Her opposite holding his upper arm. Their eyes meet. He leans down to her, she closes her eyes, tilting her head. Their lips meet gently.

A giggle, but this time followed by a deep chortle stops (Y/N). “Did you hear that?” He looks around. Shaking his head. She looks up at him, and smiles. “Must be my imagination.” Ebenezer allows her to enter first, looking around the empty home. He then follows her.

“Good job Scrooge.” A feminine says from above. A deep laugh follows. “Good job indeed.” A flurry of fire and giggling elves and the room is silent once more.

The end.

[wrathofrats]

Holy shit wrath the reading thing is… my god I now don’t know what to do with this newly gained knowledge. The whole turning the brain off I just-

Stop making me realize new things about myself lmao (sorry if that’s too weird)

If you ever expand apon that I will be so happy cause I love all your quint shit but absolutely no pressure.

-ace anon

Kicks my feet giggling

Hi ace! Not weird at all. I post porn babe, if I’m not making my audience weirdly horny and giving them new kinks I’m not doing my job correctly. Best compliment honestly LMAO. And I’m soooo happy you’re enjoying the quint fuckery

But I would love to expand upon this (:

God I think cirrus is such a treat to play with, especially for aether. Smart mouthed and hard to talk down into any sort of submission but aether loves a bit of a fight.

So when cirrus comes to him, clearly needy while he’s reading, it’s just too good of an opportunity

Tells her to undress In front of him, threatens to just leave her wanting when she huffs about it. Reluctantly she complies, trying not to notice how aethers eyes bore into her.

It makes it just a tad more shameful when aether himself doesn’t even undress, just pulls his cock out of his sweats and beckons her to straddle his lap backwards.

Gives her just a little of what she wants, fingers her open to accommodate for his big he is but it nice, he’s slow and sweet about it and cirrus could just melt into him if given the chance. He makes her slowly sink onto his cock, listening to her curse and moan as it practically carves into her, eyes crossing and thoughts completely pushed out of her head.

He lifts up the book he placed on the arm of his chair in front of them, nosing into cirrus’ hair just by her ear

“Read.”

“What?”

“You interrupted me. So you’ll read the rest of it and then I’ll give you what you want”

It’s a dumb request cirrus thinks, too easy but she will comply if that means aether will fuck her within an inch of her life.

She gets through the first couple sentences without any problems, a lilt to her tone as if she was showing off, practically mocking his request.

But she fumbles as the first bit of quintessence seeps into her. It fogs her brain, makes her vision blurry, honestly don’t even think she notices what’s happening.

“Start over” aethers tone is quiet, but stern.

She rolls her eyes, starts again, a static shock radiating through her hip making her practically forget how to read, stumbling over the sentences once again while aether makes her start over.

And the terrible downside to quintessence is it makes her so fucking sensitive. By the 3rd or 4th pass she’s shaking, trying not to fuck herself on his cock because she wants to be good, but she can feel everything heightened by 100 and the way his dick twitches inside of her makes her want to scream.

And aether? More than giddy about his little game. A sadistic smile on his face as he hears her stutter more and more with every pass, watches her get stupider by the minute on his cock

[fancyfade]

Hi so I’m a Damian fan, who is still trying to get into comics and DC in general and stuff. I do know some tidbits from fandom and different blogs that I follow that do analysis.

However after a discussion with my brother (who’s been in special-ed), came this question? I don’t really know how to ask this but I’ll try to phrase it the best I can??

When it comes to schooling realistically would he be put into Special ED (Special-Education?)

While Damian doesn’t have a disability, I think because of his upbringing. Okay let me explain a little. Since Damian has college levels of education, being put into regular classes wouldn’t be considered challenging enough and if he were to be tested, the teacher probably would have to meet with his parents on whether or not to have him move up several grades?

And if the whole reason for Damian to being put into school is to help socially, then maybe special-Ed would help him? Because, the teachers are more hands on and (according to my brother) more focused on social development. And Special ED usually more works on basic life skills which probably is more of Damian needs.

But anyways, I know probably comic writers are not going to do that. But I thought it was an interesting thing to bring up for discussion?

I don't have personal experience with special education, so I can't comment on that. Teaching experience wise I can say there are two different ways people adapt content for students with disabilities:

Accommodations are ways you help students learn the same content as their peers. This can be making sure the content is conveyed via multiple means (ex: always having something visual to help explain while you are talking), breaking stuff into smaller chunks for students with ADHD, and like... a gazillion other things.

Modifications actually change what is demanded of the student, so you are asked to learn different content than your peers. I am under the impression that some special ED programs might allow for a modified curriculum, as im doing some research.

WRT hands on teacher stuff, I know that some students genuinely have a hard time managing their behavior in a regular classroom and can benefit from more individualized attention. We do know Damian isn't one of those students, though.

Continuing to connect this to DC comics characters, with my general lack of experience in special education in specific? If his parents were putting him in a non-mainstream-school thing I'm not sure why they would choose special ed instead of a gifted program, when both would presumably involve smaller classes with a more hands on teacher, but the special ED teacher would probably have a wide range of abilities to teach to. I think Damian also has had lots of experience working with teachers in small classroom environments (getting tutored 1-on-1 for most of his childhood :P) so I assume if he wants to learn more about peer social interaction he'd benefit more from something he's not used to, like a bigger classroom size? IDK. He's had small class sizes a lot of his life.

I do want to point out that Social Emotional Development is a current buzzword in teaching (and some people think it's getting too much attention and teachers are being asked to do things that reasonably should be parents responsibility but... :P not gonna get into teaching discourse since I do not have a lot of strong opinions on it) and lots of people want to try to work on kids development socially even in mainstream classes. However obviously that's hard with big class sizes.

Anyway TL;DR: I'm not really seeing how it would come up realistically, but take that with a grain of salt due to my lack of experience.

EDIT: Ok after reviewing my notes and a teensy bit more research, I don't think it's realistic I can't believe I fucking forgot the least restrictive environment thing XD and while obviously the least restrictive environment for any given student is not always a mainstream classroom, in many cases kids who receive special education services do spend time in mainstream classrooms, and at least in the US (which he is going to school in US so I think I can use this generalization :P) the goal admin would have is that the kids in Special ED do spend time in mainstream classrooms as they can, you don't spend like the whole day in a separate room. A lot of the general thought atm is that kids are not separate from their peers without justification.

[fruityfinch]

Okay here are my thoughts on the new dragon age game thus far! I love to talk about my opinions!! There’ll be some spoilers:

My main gripe thus far (and it’s possible this will be addressed somewhat later in the gameplay, but probably not to my satisfaction lmao) is that it does NOT feel like a sequel to dragon age: inquisition, which is what I personally wanted. I can understand why this is. It’s been like a decade since DAI came out, and making this game strictly sequential might alienate new players. I wanted it to be more like the original mass effect trilogy, whose games really do connect up, keep more or less the same cast, and lead into one another, but I guess that just isn’t dragon age’s style. I mean, in part this is probably because you’ve been able to make so MANY choices at this point that it would be nigh-on impossible to write voice lines and storylines that accommodate all of them. So I get it. But it’s FRUSTRATING.

Instead, there are SOME familiar characters, but they are bizarrely detached from previous events - they acknowledge they know each other from previous encounters, and have name-dropped the inquisition MAYBE one time, but that’s it. That’s IT. At one point the protagonist asks Varric if he knows anyone who can help in fighting evil ancient mages, and he’s like “no I can’t think of anyone, so you’ll have to recruit people yourself,” which is like, WHAT THE FUCK. Extremely fucking aggravating!!! What are you talking about!!!!! We were just IN Tevinter, contact Dorian! Contact Vivienne! Contact Leliana and Josephine!!! Hawke!!! Merrill!!!! You know SO MANY PEOPLE who could help, Varric, AT LEAST you could be like “yeh I do but they’re all busy fighting fires elsewhere… so you’ll have to recruit people yourself”.

It’s a bad sign that you do not have to connect this game to the events of previous ones. At the start of DAI you had the option to either connect the game to save files of the previous games, or to manually go through a website and choose what happened in those games, and these things had some influence on what happened in DAI. For this game, you create and name your inquisitor in a character creator so they’ll presumably show up at some point, but that is IT. (And they don’t look the same because I can’t remember exactly what they looked like lmao). I HAVE a save file on my console from DAI - I can’t import it or relate it in any way to DAV.

Events, both major world-reaching ones and smaller personal ones, are irrelevant, I guess. What happened to your warden? Who took the throne in ferelden? Did Anders live? Did you support the chantry? Did you recruit the mages or the templars? Who did you arrange to be the next divine? I bought the DLC for DAI (so I could finish the unfinished story) where I decided to dissolve or persist with the inquisition - did that matter? Nope. Did I tell Solas I was gonna persuade him, or that I was gonna fight him? Who cares?? Varric was viscount of Kirkwall last time I checked, but it hasn’t been mentioned ONCE - what’s up with that, has he resigned? Wouldn’t it be useful if he still was, and could provide resources and connections that way?? Or, like, doesn’t it matter that he’s sitting in the fade instead of running his city??? Nahhh, don’t worry about it, you don’t need to know aaaaaany of this stuff! Who did the inquisitor romance? Doesn’t matter. What if I romanced Solas, isn’t that sort of important? Apparently not!

Given all of that… it’s a little hard to get fully invested in this game. Because this Thedas is only very superficially the same one I’ve played in before, so how can I be that invested in it? And if I know my choices don’t really matter in the long-term narrative, why should I care that much about choices I’ll be making now??

You also can’t have a casual chat with anyone anymore. So far I have been unable to have a conversation with someone where I find out where they’re from, what their experiences are, what they think about uhhhh fuckin ANYTHING, etc. You can only converse with them when the game decides they have something to say, and these conversations last less than two minutes, and are ONLY about things that have JUST happened. This is making it hard to connect with them, and I do feel it’s another way the game is shielding itself from having to acknowledge the previous games in any meaningful way. Mage circles? Templars? The tevinter imperium? Dalish elves? Who the fuck is Varric and why was he in charge? Ehhhhh don’t WORRY about it!

AND FINALLY (and this is really driving me insane): so far, it appears that the writing direction for Solas has taken a sharp left turn, with no warning. It turns out that he WASN’T the bad guy trying to destroy the world, he was keeping some REALLY bad guys locked up, and YOU blew that for him, you IDIOT!!! Like, the game did SAY at the beginning that you all thought he was trying to tear down the veil and that’s why you were stopping him, but then it turned out that wasn’t what was happening, and after that point it hasn’t been acknowledged again. It isn’t explained so far why we thought that, or why it might have turned out not to be the case. You’d think Solas would have mentioned it to Varric during their off-screen conversation, but I guess he didn’t. Like. I thought this game was gonna be about opposing Solas and either persuading him to stop, or killing him, while making use of the inquisition’s reach. And, see, the reason I thought that is because that’s what the previous game SAID was happening. But actually that ISN’T what’s happening. And Solas smugly tells you off for thinking otherwise, and your protagonist is like, “yeah I guess I blew it :/“

So I was given information and facts and character arcs to act upon, and I acted upon them (and had no CHOICE but to act upon them, that is the GAMEPLAY), and then the game has pulled the rug out from under my feet, and while I’m lying stunned on the floor it’s turned around like, “oh that’s what you thought, huh? You fucking idiot? You god damn stupid son of a bitch?? WRONG!!!!”

Like, unless much later in the game Solas is gonna be like, “okay thanks for resolving all that. I was on a side mission before tearing down the veil, and you ruined my side mission, but now you fixed it, so back to my overall plan: tearing down the veil”… what is HAPPENING here. No one in-game is TALKING ABOUT IT. You talk to Solas occasionally and you can’t bring it up. You can’t talk about it to your companions (since you can’t really talk to them about Anything). Is Solas still going to be a problem? If he’s not… WHY THE FUCK NOT? What happened?? WHAT’S HAPPENING

And those are my main gripes. 😘

[bodgei]

Do I keep trying for accessibility?

I know this isn’t gonna go anyplace, I don’t really have followers here and although I follow people here, since there is no way for me to read my dashboard I don’t think anyone will read this. I started trying to use this site again about a year ago, but there is no way to make it readable for me. I can’t read posts. Something about the site coding means I have to restart a screen reader for each line brake. 

like this

and this

I have been asking for and suggesting reasonable accommodations since March - with not much in the was of response from the staff - depending on how you count it early March, second attempt first week of September, and the last update was 11-9 (basically ‘give us what phone you are using and we will see what we can do about the app. I gave them the info and they haven’t said anything to me since) I posted to humans asking how long I should wait to hear back - nothing, I tried to blaze it (hoping a mod would look at it and reach out, I didn’t expect them to actually let it blaze. Them letting something less than positive out there? LOL) also nothing. 

So here is the thing, accessibility is hard. It takes time and money, and the staff is overburdened with everyone coming here. But here’s the thing, if they had starting addressing it in March this wouldn’t be an issue at this point. They could have been working on it for months before we got here. 

Here are my suggestions as someone who is working on accessibility at her job: 

Accessibility NEEDS to be part of your FAQs and a choice for your service tickets. I searched the FAQ and could only turn up a short thing about alt text - for tickets there is “Customize your blog” and “something else” 

 on the app serif fonts should be an option, with both light and dark           background.

 look into a accessible fonts there are tons of them out there (I know sans have been sold as more accessible and for some they are, but not for everyone. 

There needs to be a way to make your dashboard have a dark serif font on a light background. I can make my blog look like that - so I can post but I can’t read my dashboard (guess what 4th person to touch my service ticket, low contrast doesn't have a serif font, so the wait for that answer was not productive) 

Also, from my reading of the case law around websites, you need to be offering different sized fonts.  

Twitter is going away, so basically I’ll be out there looking for a place that, or without social. I guess I will have a ton of spare time.    

The TOG fandom is here, so I will never really be a part of it. Once twitter is gone I will have some affinity groups on discord - but the over arching fandom? So much of it comes back to this site and without pulling whole posts off into Word to change the font I can’t even know if it is something I want to read (also I use likes to denote the posts I want to try to read and culturally this site is super shitty about that) 

One last thing - every bit of accessibility added helps non disabled people as well. 

For my fandom friends from twitter and discord, how many of you had issues when dark mode was taken away? Think about how you would feel if the staff response was “you never needed that, you just need to try harder” and then they ghost you. And then every time you try harder your fellow fans are talking about how shitty it is for people to do the only thing that, ironically, is allowing you to read that post. 

Do I care enough about this site to fight to make it better? Because I think that is what the staff isn’t understanding - I am trying to help them make this site better.

OK this really is the last thing, have some song lyrics: (from Working In A Coal Mine by  Lee Dorsey)

workin' in a coal mine Goin' down, down, down Workin' in a coal mine Oops, about to slip down Workin' in a coal mine Goin' down, down, down Workin' in a coal mine Oops, about to slip down'Course I make a little money Haulin' coal by the ton But when Saturday rolls around I'm too tired for havin' funToo tired for havin' I'm just workin' in a coal mine Goin' down, down, down Workin' in a coal mine Oops, about to slip down Workin' in a coal mine Goin' down, down, down Workin' in a coal mine Oops, about to slip downLord, I'm so tired   

[emiel-surreal]

my friend posted this screenshot (alt text in photo) to his instagram story and shared with me what one of his friends or followers replied. of course i ranted in response and i want to share my response here. i'd just woken up so i think i wasn't very eloquent. i transcribed the voice notes i sent:

They would never admit it, but a lot of people's hatred for kids extends to hatred for disabled people. Again they would never admit it but think about it. If they don’t like people who are too loud, okay are you gonna act the same way when an adult has a meltdown? When an adult disabled person has a meltdown? They don’t like people are socially inept—okay, so you hate adults who are socially inept? You hate adults who need support? People who hate kids, they just obviously hate people that can’t be independent, can’t be silent, who can’t just blend in to the background.

Part of existing in a world where other people also have permission to exist is that you fucking deal with the fact that they also exist. The entire world is not going to accommodate your existence. Disabled people have accepted that and abled people have to accept that too. Because the world is uncomfortable, because the world is for everybody! It’s not for just you!

And of course it’s really ironic that they’re like, “I’m an adult and I hate kids!!” and they’re acting like it’s some kind of sophisticated opinion, but they throw tantrums when they see children in public spaces. When children just exist in the same world as them, as if they were never children themselves, just existing at the mercy of the adults around them.

Like, obviously kids don’t need to be everywhere. Obviously. Fucking obviously. But a grocery store? Like kids don’t fucking eat? Kids are gonna go to grocery stores. And like, it’s such a privileged standpoint too, because it’s assuming that people can afford childcare. It’s assuming that all kids have parents, period. As if there’s not homeless kids, that there’s not kids that don’t have adult guardians with them. Kids are going to be in the world. Grow up. Deal with it.

Literally it’s so dishonest, because that first response that they had, that they don’t need to be allowed everywhere. It’s so dishonest. Nobody is saying that kids need to be quite literally everywhere. You can come up with some very obvious examples of where kids just shouldn’t be. Orgies, strip clubs, maybe not a gun range, just things like that. Fucking obviously. But a grocery store? You’re gonna say that in response to a grocery store being brought up? Do you see how that doesn’t… make sense?

One final thing about this guy who hates kids, apparently. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt with that first message. Doesn’t mean they need to be allowed everywhere? Sure, this is factually true. That is a statement devoid of any… it’s not emotionally charged in any way, it is a true statement. Kids do not need to be …everywhere. And besides the fact that the original post wasn’t even arguing for that anyways. It was just arguing for like reasonable expectations from this crowd of people. Besides all of that. His next message, that he hates kids, with the sarcastic heart emoji… You’re not asking for a conversation… You just need to vent your frustrations to someone who doesn’t want to hear them! That’s not a conversation!