#and hasn't really tried to learn or push the limits at all so

[walriding]

Preternatural abilities -- of the non-psychological variety -- afforded to the Walrider’s Host include, but are not limited to:

Enhanced Strength / Stamina: The inherent strength of the nanites comprising the physical aspect of the Walrider allows for a reinforced musculoskeletal system of its Host. Combined with similarly reinforced cardiovascular processes, the Host is capable of extreme physical strength and stamina beyond typical human capacity.

Shielding: A similar effect of the aforementioned musculoskeletal reinforcement. The nanites are essentially able to create internal armor that protects the Host from most any manner of damage -- though cosmetic or temporary damage may result from lack of anticipation / preparation for incoming threats. External shielding is also possible, and could possibly protect third parties from damage below a certain threshold.

Healing: Increased healing factor due to nanite presence in the bloodstream. The nanites can act as or bolster the activity of all three major types of blood cells to promote fast healing. Surface level wounds can be healed near instantaneously. Deeper or internal wounds require more time, but are still repaired at a miraculous rate. Third parties can benefit from the nanties acting as a temporary bandage / splint / etc. for injuries, but without the Host connection they will not heal outside the capabilities of their own body. Notably, the Host’s blood is thick and nearly black due to the replication and shedding of nanites.

Reduced Physiological Needs: As with just about every other bodily function, nanite-enhanced metabolic processes have all but rendered the need for things like food and sleep obsolete. However, increased but non-symbiotic Swarm activity -- i.e. when the Host is ‘fighting it’ -- has a tendency to spike these needs dramatically.

Telekinesis: External manifestation of the Swarm allows the Host to manipulate objects at a distance. Objects -- including people -- may be moved, thrown, destroyed, etc. Thus far this has largely been a destructive action. Maximum distance and size limits for objects is unknown.

Electrokinesis / Electronic Manipulation: Due to the electromagnetic nature of the nanites, the Walrider is able to manipulate electricity and electronics. Currents can be reduced or cut completely, and power surges can also be generated. Computers, phones, and similar devices can be hacked remotely. Such devices will often experience effects similar to magnet exposure in the presence of an ‘active’ Swarm -- memory corruption / deletion, screen distortion, etc. -- even if they aren’t the direct target of the nanites.

Levitation: A result of the Swarm’s ability to manifest externally in the same way that allows for telekinetic abilities. The Host’s body can float and move completely off the ground, limited only by his persistent fear of heights.

Note: the limitations of these abilities have not been well documented due to lack of testing, and general reluctance of the current Host to experiment. Side effects of overexertion in any capacity have included migraines, body aches, confusion and disorientation, extreme fatigue and hunger, and the drainage of dark and viscous blood from the nose / mouth / eyes. This is likely due to resistance in the Swarm-Host connection. A more harmonious symbiosis could potentially reduce negative side effects.

[rene-darling]

CASH- app or zelle?

Sugar mommy/daddy AU

...wanderer...Xiao...tighnari...albedo...

Wanderer

Scaramouche never really needed a sugar mommy nor a daddy since he was a harbinger. He was rich...but now that he's wanderer...things have changed.

Ever since Nahida enrolled him in the Akademia he's had to find out how damn expensive some of the books he needs for his essays are

What the fuck! Why should he spend a million mora on a damn book he'll only use once!

While he was complaining about this to the traveler she jokingly suggested that he become a sugar baby.. " hah- do you think I would lower myself to such a degree-" once piamon mentions how he could basically get all the books he needed for his essays for free..he was sold.

One thing Wanderer didn't quite get the grasp of is what he needed to do for you in return...

His sharp breathing filled the room as your hips snapped in and out at a rough pace- he didn't know this was a part of the deal!!

Though he couldn't find it in himself to complain, as he gripped onto the bedsheets till his knuckles grew white "Hahh..fuuuck"

"you have to repay me for those books after all, don't you, so be a good little darling and hold fucking still." he wants to say he tried but it was nearly impossible! That fake dick slammed into him so hard! He couldn't! How could you except him to hold still

"i- hah.. I'm trying yo- mmh!" he was glad that he was facing away from you he most certainly didn't want to see that amused smirk on your face.

Xiao

Xiao didn't realize how it even happened, he just thought you brought him gifts and such out of kindness

Right, it had to be kindness. What else could it be?

In time, he began expecting your gifts and trinkets patiently he would sit on the railings waiting for your arrival, and when you finally arrive he greets you still sitting on the railing

Xiao didn't even realize how this relationship developed. Due to his duty to guard liyue he never went anywhere too far from it, so whenever you would come back from your trips and expeditions you would give him gifts and trinkets.

And in turn, he would give you himself for the night.

He lets out breaths in a set rhythm "hah..hahh" his breaths come out as pants and his body jerks up and down at every touch

He's so damn sensitive, twitching at every minor touch, you can milk his cock all night and he'll try his hardest to be your good boy. To follow your commands without a word,

He'll grab into you so tightly so desperately trying to hide his embarrassment in the crevis of your neck

Albedo

Albedo gets paid well by the knight of Favonius but lately, with some of his rather grand projects, he hasn't enough funds for them.

He thinks of ways to get more money, maybe he could work overtime. No, he already does and it's still not enough. He's in a stump. That's when he learns the term sugar baby from a drunk venti and kaeya

They both were drunk only jokingly suggesting that the man become a sugar baby if he was that desperate

What they didn't know was, yes. He is that desperate. He absolutely needs more funds, so this is the best and easiest option.

All he needs to do is lay himself on his table on Dragon spine, and the rest is up to you, you can do whatever you please with his fair skin, leave as many marks as you wish,

He thought it was easy enough. All he has to do is lay pretty and let you ravage him. He is a homunculus after all, he was confident he could take it,

"oh f-fuck mhm..." it seems he had overestimated how much his delicate body could take

Though he didn't mind, he enjoyed the feeling of being pushed to his utmost limit. His nails dig into your skin leaving red scratches all over, he can't help it you drive him insane.

Tighnari

Much like Albedo the Fox Boy needs funds for his experiments and expenditures, the scholars at the Akademiya after hearing his reluctance to join them being petty decided to cut his funds in half!

He's annoyed but he's even more petty than those stuck-up scholars, so even with his funds cut he decides to come up with another way to secure them

It wasn't his idea to become a sugar baby, but it came up when he was talking to his friends during a game of TCG, Kaveh had the same problem being in debt and not having enough funds to cover them.

He told Tighnari about how he planned to sign up to become a sugar baby, and so Tighnari albeit reluctantly decided to try it out. He means, what's the worst that could happen?

This is the worst. Though, he's lying.

His breathy pants fill the room his scratching and digging into your back, creating deep red marks on your skin,

"ah- ah..mhm, Hah-" he forces his head up to look at you, flushed cheeks tinted a harder red the more you stared back. "Y-you'll buy me t-the- mhm!" you couldn't help but chuckle.

His tail desperately wraps around you as he lets out a whine, he pouts a little at your teasing, "Don't worry darlin', I'll get whatever you want, so don't worry your pretty little head over it."

[sundaycentric]

JING YUAN AND NEUV!!!!!

(I too am down horrendous for them)

(seperate) neuvillette & jing yuan x reader

content ★ headcanons, NOT PROOF READ!!, sfw, fluff

note ★ SO REAL!! i love them both sm its unreal.. anyways im just going to do some basic headcanons and drabbles bc im abt to go to a dance and i need something quick to post.. other requesters i am working on your stuff!!

NEUVILLETTE ★

He has no idea what it's like to be in a relationship. He has no experience whatsoever, besides for the in occasional movies Lady Furina will force him to watch with her.

Neuvillette isn't that dumb to take the movies as reality, though. So, he ends up just being a mess.

Before you start dating, Neuvillette will try to his best to hide his feelings. He often times pushes you away, but the sky darkens not soon after. He feels torn.

Neuvillette doesn't even understand his own emotions. He can barely process what he feels, let alone name it. He's confused and worried. He thinks it's love, but what if he isn't? He's never felt love to know what it's like.

It'd take some time for him to start working through his feelings. However, he still keeps his distance. He tries not to make it obvious he is avoiding you, but someone sees through him easily.

It doesn't take long for Lady Furina to find out what's happening, especially considering how observant she is to drama. She'll pester Neuvillette about it a bit, laughing at his reactions. Neuvillette tries to appear indifferent, but the sky's definitely different from what it was before.

For all her teasing, Lady Furina does genuinely care about Neuvillette (and you). She will offer some advice to Neuvillette, even though her experience in romance is just as limited as his. At least Lady Furina can work out her emotions, though.

Gradually, Neuvillette accepts your presence and allows him to take pleasure in it. A month ago, he was doing everything to stay out of your way, but now is he practically near you every time he can be.

He tries not to talk to you too much, though. He gets flustered. Although you might not be able to see it on his face, you might notice the sky becoming brighter—way brighter than normal when you talk to him.

He will never confess first. Well, unless he felt like he had to to avoid loosing you. Other that that scenario, though, he will keep quiet until you say something

Once you do say something and confess your feelings to him, Neuvillette will be so happy. His face might be a little smile, but there is no rain for entire week and lot's of people are getting sunburnt..

He will try his best to keep you happy. Neuvillette is very big on communication since he doesn't always understand what you feel. He does try though.

Neuvillette still doesn't talk much about himself. Instead, he prefers to listen to you. Even the small, mundane things you did during your day put a smile on his face.

Overall, he is very kind and considerate. Maybe even too much. He's scared of hurting you or pushing you away because of how he is. That hasn't happened yet, though. :)

JING YUAN ★

He definitely knows what he is doing. He's had some experience in the past, both watching and doing. Although, it is different when it comes to you.

Jing Yuan took interest in you. He was curious. Why? He doesn't know himself. He just likes you presence. You remind him of his finches, maybe even lion sometimes.

He learns as much as he can about you without being seen as creepy. He'll pay attention attention to you at events or when he is in public. When he catches you staring at him, he feels warm.

Eventually, he begins to come up to you. Jing Yuan prefers to take things slow, and really wants to come up with some sort of strategy to win your heart. It's a bit hard, though. He doesn't want to manipulate you, you aren't his enemy.

Jing Yuan tries to keep things in his control, both so he can spend as much time with you possible and just because he likes it. He will pay for your lunches, buy you things you like, pay for your trips. Jing Yuan has enough money, and he is willing to spend it all if you ask for it.

He'll slowly try to become closer with you. He doesn't want to push you away. After all, Jing Yuan has all the time in the world to wait for you. He only hopes you'll actually go to him.

Jing Yuan seems more unfocused at work now. He is usually not paying attention anyways (as he is sleeping), but it's becoming a bit worse now. Lady Fu catches on quick and reprimands him.

Jing Yuan, in his tired state, tries to excuse himself before Lady Fu gets angrier. He ends up slipping and saying your name. The two of them stare at each other before Fu Xuan starts scolding him again.

Fu Xuan is mad at Jing Yuan, yes, but she cannot deny that she cares about Jing Yuan. So, she might peek into the future to see if the two of you are together. She refuses to tell Jing Yuan what she sees, but she smiles as soon as he leaves.

Jing Yuan may be first to confess. He is fine with either. In the case that he confesses, he'll laugh at the way your face lights up. If you confess first, he'll find it funny how you seem a bit unsure of yourself.

He will reassure you with a kiss on the cheek before telling you that he loves you. Jing Yuan will hug you tightly while he sleeps and take care of anything you need.

He is like a teddy bear. :)

He is attentive, and he always knows what you're feeling. He might tease you sometimes, but he is ultimately very sweet and protective over you.

Yanqing definitely looks up to you as another parental figure. Good luck with that.

Overall, very nice to sleep on. He'll take care of everything he can for you and treat you like a precious gem.

[renegade-diamonds]

The idea of Alpha!Nancy slowly becoming physically affectionate in public with Omega!Robin once they start dating/courting is rotting in my brain right now.

I have a AU in my head where arranged marriages are considered the norm in ABO culture, but it's encouraged for alpha and beta youth to explore themselves after presenting in order to gain some real-life experience.

Omegas, however, tend to be treated different depending on the religious views of their families and culture.

Robin comes from a poor family in Hawkins, although their family history goes far back to the town's founding. Her parents have the wonderful idea of arranging a betrothal for her during her Sophomore year, and Robin's scared as hell about what that means. She tries to run away several times, only to return later because she has no way of driving or supporting herself at this point.

Her friends don't see the big deal; it's normal for betrothals to be formed in order to foster community relations, and because parents are typically viewed as 'knowing what's best' for their offspring. She barely gets along with her group anymore, and her parents don't actually seem to see her when it comes to what she wants.

Eventually she gets the nerve to tell her parents that, at the very least, she cannot be paired with a male. They seem to get it, although that severely limits her options. There aren't many female alphas around her age group, and those that are there tend to migrate towards male omegas in order to keep up the "Adam and Eve" religious theme that dominates Christian culture.

Everything happens the same in the show, and following the Battle of Starcourt, after she has her first heat (besides her presentation), her parents inform Robin that they've found her a match that should please her. It's customary for the courting alpha to first make their intentions known by offering a gift picked out by the omega's parents before the omega is told of their identity, and Robin is left with little information on which family her parents organized her betrothal with.

To make matters worse, the whole Upside-Down group is currently being rocked by the Byers (and El) moving away, Jonathan and Nancy's unexpected break up, Max's slow distancing of herself, and Robin's new spot in the group.

By the time the Summer is over, Robin's ready to get back into the swing of school. She doesn't think of her loaming betrothal, or her mysterious future-mate. Robin figures she'll probably run away before things get serious anyway- Operation Croissant is still a possibility after all.

Steve is a good friend and listens to her worries, but he's got a weird gleam in his eye- like there's something he knows but can't say. He's shifty when confronted, and Robin eventually just excuses his behavior as him being distract or busy with his complicated love-life (she's so envious of the freedom his parents give him to date who he wants, even if it's only because they never have time for this son anymore).

The remaining kids seem oddly interested in her life as well. Mike's constantly asking her questions, wanting advice, trying to learn everything he can about her. Robin's not too weirded out by it, she knows he's probably trying to make up for El and Will's absence. Dustin and Lucas are a bit more reserved, but no less friendly, while Max unofficially adopts her as a big sister in a surprising turn of events.

She never sees Nancy, although she hears through the grapevine that the girl's been fighting with her parents lately- something that's gotten worse ever since the alpha's breakup with Jonathan. Robin doesn't push it there, since Nancy hasn't really given her any real reason to consider themselves' friends.

Her parents stay up late the night before the first day of Senior Year. She hears them on the phone, softly talking with someone else about whether or not their daughter has the 'gift' ready, and if everything was still good to go. She knows right away that they're talking about the betrothal gift, and Robin's terrified to realize that the courtship process was going to start soon.

She's completely unprepared to be greeted first thing in the morning by a frowning Nancy Wheeler, who arrives at her house instead of Steve to take her to school. Her parents are giddy the whole time, and Robin has a gnawing feeling in her gut that won't go away. Nancy drives in silence, hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. She's obviously upset, but at least had the consideration to wear scent suppressers so it didn't overwhelm the omega. Robin barely reacts when they pull into the parking lot, find a spot, and sit in the car blankly for a few minutes- watching the other students go by.

Nancy finally asks her if she knows what's going on, and Robin swallows uneasily but replies that she has a pretty good idea. Nancy sighs in response and pulls out a small bracelet box- a rather expensive one too. She gently opens it to show the omega the beautiful piece of jewelry within, and Robin feels her heart shudder in her chest. It's a silver piece, with dark gems cut into leaf-life shapes decorating it. It's not something she'd usually wear, but it goes well with her colors and style. Robin hates how much she actually likes it. Nancy reaches over and fastens the bracelet around her wrist, something tight and unhappy in her expression.

Robin realizes with a sinking heart that this must be what caused her breakup with Jonathan. Nancy looks at her so intently- there's anger, but it's not directed at her. Still, she understands the hesitation in the alpha's gaze. Despite the craziness of the last summer, they barely know each other, and Nancy's just lost the person who many thought was her soulmate.

Robin knows without thinking that she can't possibly compete with that.

Still, Nancy is oddly pensive. More students start to arrive, and Robin knows they're going to get a lot of rumors flying around now that this seems to be official. She doesn't know how she's going to handle it- she doesn't know how she's going to handle Nancy. This whole situation is properly fucked.

Finally, the alpha talks and Robin tries to listen without letting her own nerves show. She knows what's expected of her now, she doesn't want to give Nancy any more reason to hate this. Not when they're still not exactly sure what this is. (beyond the whole betrothal aspect of their, still very new, relationship).

However, she doesn't expect Nancy to tell her to get out of the car, because they're going to be late. She doesn't expect to be so hurt by the way Nancy disappears into the crowds as soon as she's able to. She doesn't expect the ache in her chest to form so easily, but Robin knows it was going to show up sooner or later either way.

[bsnotoneaskedfor]

Tired MK

Before you judge, hear me out.

MK goes through SO much shit because of his "Monkey Kid" status. Like, a ton. As someone who is a teen and struggles with mental health it is so obvious that MK has been spiraling since day one. The poor dude is going to die of anxiety and depression before the Lady Bone Bitch tries to order a smackdown with a side of trauma. MK is also a people pleaser. He legit is always trying to live up to people's standards and be "just like Monkey King".

Here's the thing: I also suffer from trying to please everyone and let me tell you that shit is exhausting. Fuck magic, the thing that really makes this show fiction is that MK hasn't had a massive mental breakdown. He's had baby ones, that are still valid, but he's pushed them aside because "he has to be the hero". He never really shows signs of emotional distress besides the show poking fun at it or using it for plot. For those in the comments, please don't try to psychoanalyze the show to prove me wrong. This is just what I have seen. So, with this being said, there is something I really would love to see and have adopted it as my personal headcannon.

MK being done with everyone's shit.

Not, "MK's tired", or "MK's sassy ;D", or even Mk going through an emo phase.

I want absolutely 100% done MK.

I want to see him surviving on coffee or energy drinks because the weight of everyone's expectations keeps him up at night. I want him mad when people start blaming him/looking to him for answers because "he's the Monkey Kid". I want him done with Wukong's bullshit. I want my realistic representation of burnout and mental illness. I want to see him trying to get better and no longer caring about calling people out for being toxic.

I don't know if I'm 100% explaining this right because words are really hard so here are some examples of what I see my MK head cannon as.

(This one's based off that one TikTok audio where the guy yells at the cats to get off the couch)

MK: *Sitting peacefully, attempting to do homework or some other quiet activity*

Macaque and Wukong : *fighting like feral cats*

MK: (almost roars it) STOP IT!

Macaque and Wukong : *is startled and a little afraid*

MK : LEARN TO FUCKING GET ALONG OR SO HELP ME I'LL TEST THE LIMITS OF YOUR IMMORTALITY

Macaque and Wukong : *obeying, nearly about to piss themselves out of fear*

MK: *Deep Breath. Goes back to what he was doing*

Every Demon Within 50 miles : wtf was that?

--- -------------------------------------------------------------------------

MK: *chugging a coffee or energy drink*

Some Demon: *starts destroying the city*

MK : Dammit *Chugs faster. *

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Wukong: Hey bud! When's the last time that you've slept?

MK: *completely deadpan* It is finals week.

Wukong : That doesn't answer-

MK:*getting angrier* I have to defend the city every damn day. I have to deal with your messes, including you. I train every day for at least 4 hours even when we don't meet up. I WORK FULL TIME AT THE GODDAMN NOODLE SHOP AND THEN I HAVE TO FUCKING STUDY FOR COLLEGE. WHEN IN THE NAME OF BUHDDA WOULD I BE ABLE TO SLEEP?!?!

Wukong : *sweats* So I see that you're stressed-

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Team Monkey : Why didn't you use [ insert power] to start with?!

MK: *sarcastic* I'm sorry. I thought we all deserved a nice bonding trip where we spent the entire time bickering and getting the shit beaten out of us. Was that supposed to be next week?!?

Team Monkey : . . .

MK: How about you guys make a list of everything I can do. That way, next time, we can just all look at it together and none of you blame me.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Red Son : * trying to pick a fight and just being a dick in general*

MK: *Not having it* Do not make me duct tape you down so I can embroider your worst nightmares onto your skin, you pompous little fuck!

Red Son : . . .wtf

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Red Son : *Is pretty*

MK: *deep sigh of disappointment* I need therapy . . .

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Mei : * Gets the Samhadi Fire*

MK: *remembering all the shit and expectations he went through once he got his powers*

Mei: *About to have a breakdown*

MK: *laughs* Have fun

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Red Son: *breaks in at the middle of the night in an attempt to capture MK*

MK: *is awake because insomnia* So, do you , like, want some tea . . .?

May do a Pt 2

[rottencaniness]

// no doubt //

— for Angel, @spnyuri —

rating: mature || word count: 1k+ || ao3 link

tags: sam/ruby, season 4, demon blood addict sam, boy king of hell sam, minor character death/brief description of injury/death, angry sam

-

It's not that Ruby had planned on killing Dean, really she hadn't, but then he came at her with a knife and suddenly his neck was snapped per her demon powers. There's a recognized thought in the back of her mind that Sam is going to be pissed, upset, he's going to grieve all over again and it'll be hell all over again.

It's been a full year since Ruby showed up at Sam's motel room door with a hug about his dead brother and plan to get him to become just as powerful as he should be. Things have been working out marvelously- or they were- until some stupid Angel dragged Dean back up from hell and decided to throw a huge wrench in her plans, she has a mental note to kill him at some point. Sam's been drinking the demon blood to learn how to save more people, the nativity, but he's been doing what Ruby says so it's fine.

Only now she has his dead brother's body at her feet and about fifteen minutes to prepare for when Sam comes back from grabbing dinner for them all. She's been playing nice with Dean for Sam's sake. It hasn't been as hard as she assumed it'd be but it definitely hasn't been easy, she only wants Sam, she likes every little thing about him and could care less about what Dean does. He's also been severely blocking the more romantic part of Sam and Ruby's dynamic, Sam hasn't kissed her once in front of him, something she never thought she'd miss but longs for in a too desperate manner. She's a demon and shouldn't be this attached to a relationship with a human, but, this human is Sam Winchester soon-to-be-boy-king-of-hell, so she allows herself some grace.

She hefts Dean's body upwards and leans him back against the end of one of the motel beds, grimacing at how cold he's already become and the rather jarring dead person eyes staring back at her. How the fuck is she going to explain this? Get out of this? The knife Dean had tried to kill her with gets quickly kicked under the bed when she hears the rumble of the Impala pull into the parking lot, she does not need Sam trying to finish what Dean started.

"Sam! Sam, something's wrong with Dean!" The door gets thrown open and she yells out in the most frantic manner she can muster, she'll just lie her way out of this. Neither boy has ever been brought back to life before, she might be able to convince Sam that this was inevitable, as if Dean had a time limit to being alive again. His body isn't mangled and his head is still upright so it shouldn't be too hard to pull off.

"What happened?!" The bags of fast food get dropped onto the table in seconds as Sam's knees slam into the floor so he can be at his brother's level. His hands check Dean's pulse, going wide eyed when there isn't one, and he moves to push Dean to his back on the floor before starting compressions. They won't do anything.

"I- I don't know! He was fine and talking and then he just collapsed!" A pained noise leaves the back of Sam's throat and the compressions he's doing become slower, he obviously knows that he can't bring Dean back this time.

"Sam..." Ruby trails off with a hand on the center of Sam's back, a small frown on her lips when he turns to look at her with glossy eyes. No matter how demon she is and how much she follows Lucifer, she still feels certain things, maybe not how a human does or how she should, but it hurts to see Sam like this. It makes her want to beg for him to let Lucifer take over, that he'd fix Sam's problems and give him so much more.

"I- I thought I had him back for good." Fuck he looks so broken it almost makes Ruby want to revive Dean herself, almost.

"Did the Angel he was talking to say anything about a time limit on being back?" Not that that's how resurrection really works but Sam doesn't know that.

"No." A sudden surge of anger covers Sam's words, he stands abruptly and turns to Ruby, not showing half the sadness she was expecting and instead looking rather pissed off. It might be the demon blood coursing through him, she can tell he took a swig when he was picking up their food, or it might just be Sam finally getting angry the way she wants him to. If he thinks the Angel did this, he'll want revenge. A Winchester always wants revenge.

"What's going through your head Sam? Talk to me." One of her hands reaches to brush through Sam's hair, it's greasy from the running around they all did today, but she still thinks it's perfect. The brown locks were sculpted for Lucifer since his birth, he's made in Lucifer's image, there's not a single flaw about him. At least not one that can't be changed, Dean's gone and that eliminates half of the problems she was having with getting Sam to agree to Lucifer's request.

"I want Lilith dead, and I want Castiel back in heaven. It might've been God's orders to bring Dean back but to rip him away again is cruel, I don't care who said it was okay. God or Angel or whoever- they can't just take him away from me." There's rage practically dripping off of every word leaving Sam's mouth, Ruby loves it. Anger will get him to Lucifer, will get him to open that last gate, will get her recognized as the demon that got Lucifer his vessel. Both of them will be living highly and hell's rules will change with Sam's leading.

"You're almost strong enough to kill Lilith, I promise." Mere inches it seems.

"What can I do to make myself stronger faster?" A grin breaks across Ruby's face, while she's been trying to pace Sam on the demon blood so it works correctly, he's been on the stuff for so long she's sure she can up the dosage. It should be easy to retrieve considering his powers too.

"Drink more, then we kill Lilith, then deal with Castiel." Break Lucifer out of hell and take his place as Lucifer's vessel is in there too, Sam just doesn't know it yet.

"Let's go get more blood now." Impatient and angry, perfection. He doesn’t even look back at Dean's body, there's no doubt in Ruby's mind that Sam will let Lucifer in now.

[just-eyris-things]

How death and it's reversal affects my characters

So for now, I have resurrection count up to two: there is Eyris and there is Trahearne.

Tonight I'd like to talk about Eyris, because I am having thoughts about my girlie. Eyris, baby, I'm so sorry.

Eyris needs a while for it all to sink in. When she learns she's dead in the Domain of the Lost and after she regains her memories, she worries about Aurene and her closest friends, but she accepts that there is no way back and she has to just move on into the afterlife.

Then she is sucked out of there and suddenly she is back, alive and in pain because while her body is capable of functioning, it's still in the growth stage. It is due to the place of her resurrection not having enough nutrients (i mean it's a ROCK) for her to just come out in a perfect condition.

After reuniting with Dragon's Watch and Airell, Eyris does everything to focus on Aurene and task at hand. She does not want to confront the fact that she was dead and she is now alive. Because the more she thinks about it, the more fucked up it is.

She was not supposed to be brought back. She knows it was an accident. And I think that's what hurts her a bit? That she "wasn't important enough to be brought back and yet it happened anyway so now people are awkward around her because they were finally free of her". Or at least that's what she tries really hard to push back into the deepest part of her mind.

(Eyris thats not true these people care about you they are awkward because 1) they didnt expect you to be back, 2) Airell committed a taboo by bringing you back and 3) you literally tried to stab rytlock 28 times)

So when all the life-threatening distractions are gone, when all of her close friends leave or are missing, she feels stranded and forced to face the truth. She is not supposed to be alive. She should have stayed dead. Nobody wanted her alive and yet she was there, alive and supposedly well. She was an unwanted accident, she was a problem.

Yes. She spiralled.

So when she suddenly gets this call from "Caithe"... she gets hopeful for the first time in months. Someone needs her. Perhaps her existence isn't an inconvenience after all. You can imagine the pain when it all turns out to be a lie.

Eyris still hasn't really come to terms with her new life. She is avoiding it. Sometimes she even risks her life as if she is baiting Death to take her again. Sadly, her new demon "friend" is very persistent at keeping her alive. And somehow it makes Eyris curious. She wants to know what makes that demon tick. She wants to test her, push her to the limits.

Eyris and Peitha are playing a very dangerous game of metaphorical chess. And Death is watching.

[infinitenicknames]

Saw others making Twisted Wonderland X Pokemon content, and I thought I'd join in! This is my Pokemon Trainer OC and their team! Hopefully I'll do some short scenes with them and the boys here soon :3c

More writing with these guys: [To Be Added Soon]

(Here's the picrew I used if your interested)

Yew Ironwood

Genderfluid (they/she/he/it. Honestly could go for just about any gender and/or pronoun given the mood/circumstance)

A resourceful and honorable Pokemon Trainer who has been out on their journey for many years. While they know them and their Pokemon's limits, Yew isn't afraid to push themselves if the situation calls for it. While out on their journey, Yew had managed to collect virtually every Badge available. Even though that proves their great power, Yew hasn't claimed any titles like Champion or Gym Leader despite qualifying for it.

Yew somehow found himself at Night Raven College while he was on his way back to Nimbasa City to meet up with his Uncle Morose for Uncle Morose's birthday. Yew initially tried to fly straight back home, only to realize that he didn't recognize the world at all. Begrudgingly, the Pokemon Trainer accepted Crowley's offer to stay at Night Raven College until they found a way back to his own world.

Yew is a trainer first and a student second. She loves to battle, which isn’t really considered normal in Twisted Wonderland. Some people believe that she is aggressive because of this, but in reality Yew means these battles in the friendliest way possible.

Yew had had a lot of difficulty settling into Twisted Wonderland. They're used to traveling around a lot since they were on their journey. Despite this, Yew is incredibly curious of Twisted Wonderland and is constantly asking questions about it. Some questions may be "stupidly" obvious to the people of Twisted Wonderland, so Yew often has to remind them that they're not from there. Strangely they seem almost... Ansty being in one place for so long...

Annabeth the Hydreigon

Female (She/her)

Yew’s first pokemon and partner. They're practically inseparable and usually go everywhere together. Annabeth is surprisingly docile for a Hydreigon. She'll only display her brutal nature if she feels like she, Yew, or any of their Pokemon are threatened.

The two smaller heads have retained a little bit of their personality upon evolving, which is highly unusual for Hydreigons. Because of this, Yew has named each of the heads so that she can refer to each of them if needs be (An the right head, Na the left head, and Beth the main head). Any time Annabeth is curious about something she'll bite it gently.

Kayden the Arcanine

Male (he/him)

A playful goof who loves to mess around. His lighthearted nature has stopped many bad days from ruining the team’s spirits. Kayden loves cuddles and will gather up the entire team for a cuddle pile when the nights get cold.

Kayden once belonged to Yew’s father, who passed away a few years before she went on her journey. Kayden feels like it’s his responsibility to raise and protect her on behalf of his old trainer. He is a constant source of comfort for Yew through countless trials.

Lapis the Manaphy, Prince of the Sea

Bigender (he/she)

Yew found Lapis as an egg caught in a tidepool when visiting the beach with uncle Morose. Yew tried to move the egg back to the ocean when it hatched. Yew and uncle Morose looked for Lapis’s family, but when they couldn’t find them, Yew begged Uncle Morose to let them raise the small blue Pokemon.

Shortly after that Team Rocket began hunting the both of them, since Team Rocket wanted to get to the Sea Temple. Uncle Morose tried his best to hide Yew and Lapis from Team Rocket by claiming that Lapis was just a Phione instead of the mythical Manaphy. By doing this among other things, Uncle Morose was able to keep them hidden until Yew set off on their journey.

Due to his young age, Lapis is still very childish and naive. She is still learning about the world and why she is so important to it. One day though, Lapis is destined to return to the sea to fulfill his role as the Prince of the Sea.

Maylee the shiny Mawile

Female (she/her)

A shiny Mawile that Yew met on their journey. Yew helped Maylee after she had injured herself in a fight. Yew carefully nursed the wild Mawile back to health before asking her if she wanted to join the team. Due to this, Maylee feels undying loyalty to Yew.

Relatively shy, Maylee doesn’t like to make a scene out of anything. She’d much rather hide away in the background. However, Maylee does have high standards, which she holds the entire team to. This sometimes causes conflicts in the team, but they all understand Maylee has the best of intentions.

Relic the Sigilyph

Nonbinary (it/its)

Relic met Yew when the young trainer had gotten separated from his Pokemon in some ruins. Relic led Yew back to his team. Yew didn't have much to offer the wild Sigilyph to show his thanks, so Yew offered his water bottle to it. Relic, who absolutely loves water, was overjoyed and decided to join Yew on his journey from then on.

Relic is quite expressive for a Sigilyph and expresses itself through various body movements. To most people these wild flailings mean nothing, but Yew has managed to decipher its meanings over the years. Relic loves ruins and old buildings and will often wander or patrol them when left unattended.

Patches the Mimikyu

Male (He/him)

Patches met Yew when they were attempting their Island Challenge in Alola. Yew had been attacked by members of Team Rocket and was forced to hide in an abandoned building in Po Town. The young trainer broke down crying from stress, and was found by Patches. Patches took good care of Yew until they fell asleep. When the trainer woke up again, Patches had alerted Team Skull to where they were. Team Skull offered Yew a place to stay. Yew accepted their offer, along with letting Patches join their team.

Patches loves fashion and dressing up. Yew and Patches often work together to sew up new outfits just so that Patches can have some options at any given time. Usually though, Patches just dresses up as a Pikachu.

Legion the Falinks

Mainly masculine (He/him [individual], They/them [group])

The initial group of six Falinks joined Yew while she was traveling around the Paldea region, but during the team’s journey through Galar they adopted another young Falink who had no group. This is quite unusual since Falinks usually only stay in groups of six, but Yew has had no issues with this larger group of Falinks.

The group works together with mechanical accuracy. They have boundless energy and are always working. If not given a task they’ll find something to do, whether that be constructive or destructive.

Nicknames for the members of Legion

Captain: The Brass and leader of the group. Always in charge and confident in his abilities.

Scout: The fastest of the group who loves to run. He's the one who gets sent out if Legion needs to scout ahead or get someplace fast.

Grunt: The most aggressive. He acts all grumpy but actually cares about everyone deep down.

Doc: The best at treating the other’s wounds. He really likes gardening and berries, so he's often in charge of Yew's Berry Pots.

Hot Rod: A bit of a jokester and loves messing around. He's always trying to impress the others. He usually has to get saved by them when his pranks go wrong.

Tiffy: The repair man. He's always fiddling with something or looking for something to dismantle and put back together.

Junior: The youngest who they picked up in Galar. He tries his hardest even if he’s too young or too small to do most things on his own.

Adorabolt the Rotom

Nonbinary (they/them)

Yew found Adorabolt stalking around the Old Chateau in Sinnoh, but didn’t realize that the little ghost had jumped into her phone until after they had left. Yew didn’t mind and let the Rotom stay in her phone. Adorabolt chats a lot with Yew about various things since they're the only one capable of human speech.

Adorabolt LOVES social media and the internet, almost to a concerning degree. Adorabolt constantly catalogs all of their journeys online with various pictures and anecdotes from their travels. Surprisingly they're camera shy.

[agent-of-sam]

So, I was super annoyed with Wheel of Time show after the first three episodes and considered dropping it.

However, I really enjoyed ep 4. So for the moment I'm still in.

I tried to articulate my thoughts and ended up writing a mini-essay. Less because I'm trying to convert anyone for or against and more because I'm the kind of person who likes to waste a lot of time thinking about why I like or dislike things.

Overall, I think my feelings have shifted to positive despite the essay below. I'm going to try and restrain myself from excessive complaining in the future. I retain the right to poke fun though.

(readmore for moderate griping below)

My problems with the show are mostly tonal. I have what might be referred to as a relatively low "drama threshold" and the show kind of blasts right through it.

I know that's a subjective thing. Some people love to sit down for an hour of television and get absolutely clobbered with the Big Feelings stick.

For me I reach a certain limit and then just stop caring. A lot of the show changes annoy me less because they are changes and more because they feel designed specifically to bring things to the point of Maximum Drama as fast as possible and that kind of storytelling has the exact opposite effect for me.

I like my world-building to be clear and consistent and I like for there to be at least a little bit left unspoken in terms of character's feelings, motivations, and relationships.

The show does the opposite where the lore and word-building feels kind of hand-waved and then many, many, minutes of screentime are invested telling you exactly what the characters think and feel at any given moment in laborious detail. Each individual scene might work on it's own but piled up back-to-back they quickly become tiresome.

Episode 4 felt reinvigorating. After 4/8 episodes it felt like the ball was finally starting to roll. The characters are starting to Go Places and Do Things which I think is an important component in what is ultimately a Fantasy Adventure story.

Supposedly the Aiel and the Whitecloaks will be entering the story soon and I'm looking forward to that. I would really like our characters to start encountering some challenges. I feel like the show so far hasn't been challenging the characters, it has been Subjecting Them to Trauma which is different.

Cathartic? Yes, sometimes. But not the be-all-end-all of storytelling.

Note that challenge doesn't necessarily mean action either. One of my absolute favorite scenes from Season 1 was watching Moiraine lie-but-not-lie her way out of a confrontation with the Whitecloaks, and the scene that followed where Egwene confronts her about the seeming contradictions between what she's been told of Aes Sedai and what she's seen after watching Moiraine.

You can learn a lot about characters just by giving them a problem and watching how they solve it. Despite initial resistance to the big jumps in Rand's storyline compared to the books he has been my favorite character to follow so far because, in contrast to S1, it felt like he was one of the few characters with a goal that he was actively pursuing. He wants information from Logain who sends him on a sidequest for a Ghealdan Red. This brings him to a fancy noble party, an environment and group of people Rand has no experience with. His reaction to them gives us a lot of information about Rand, his values, and how he deals with stuff that will probably be important later on.

And, to the shows credit, I think there are shades of solid, individual characterization in a lot of the stories we're seeing. However, the mandatory Backstory Angst upgrades from S1 keep getting in the way. I don't think they ruin the characters. You end up in the same place, generally speaking. It just adds a superficial layer of screaming and crying that you have to push past to understand what's actually happening in the characters head.

Other people clearly feel it adds depth. I find it all a little obnoxious and think the show is better when it dials the volume down a bit.

[izzysarchivedblogs]

WHY DOES EVERYWHERE TONY LIVED HAVE TO BE SO LARGE?

❝ I hate rich people. ❞ He complains to himself, because with his cast and crutches, bad shoulder. The physical pain was going to be immense and yet here's where he knows it's a problem. The potential of alcohol had still felt worth it.

Clint's a little confused when Tony seems lost for a moment. Was he starting to wear him down? How close was he to giving up on him too? YOU'RE A REAL PIECE OF @#$% He was not sure if he could handle that, if Natasha gave up on him; and than Tony?

He's the guy who believed in him when he pitched joining the Avengers. Him, Janet, and Hank. He really would not be able to do this if he gave up on him.

Clint follows after Tony and he's having trouble with the crutches, with the shoulder brace but this thing called stubborn pride, bruised ego, and wounded dignity absolutely will not allow him to ask for more help than he already has. ABSOLUTELY COULD NOT ASK. Even if a wheelchair would be a lot more convenient for him.

HE HAD TO MAKE THIS DIFFICULT FOR HIMSELF. IT WOULDN'T BE RIGHT OTHERWISE.

Oh. Okay. There's some kind of fucked up cycle happening here given Clint knows that in a few days Tony was putting him in rehab, and he'd have to detox, than he would try to stay sober and do the whole thing that Tony tried to get him to do back in London.

FUCK.

I'LL KNOW. I'LL KNOW AND YOU'LL HAVE TO LIVE WITH THE FACT THAT I KNOW.

Given all the other things that he had to live with, it by far wasn't the worse thing but Tony hasn't yelled at him; hasn't turned him, tried to get rid of him. He has helped him. Simply helped him despite what Clint had done, despite Clint knowing no one else would have. He got the third degree from everyone he's known for the past month.

❝ 'kay. Thanks. ❞ He mumbles, and it's maybe half-assed thank you but he was meant as much as he had not meant hating Tony. ❝ Try to sleep too. ❞

When he is left alone, he gives it a few minutes. Tries to be respectable as he can before his cravings, he hasn't eaten anything in twenty four hours, get the best of him. HE HUNTS, even as slow as he is with the crutches to find any drop of alcohol that may have been missed.

HE DOES FIND SOMETHING. It doesn't matter what it was, it was whiskey, and he takes it back to the room. DOWNS ALL OF IT. It helps him get some sleep. Given that he's tortured his body today; his stomach does not hold onto the alcohol.

YET HE IS EXHAUSTED. For the most part, he expel his limited stomach contents to the side of the bed, but some get on but he's wasted and tired, and falls asleep like that.

HE WAS STILL AT ROCK BOTTOM. LESSONS CAN BE LEARNED LATER.

Clint will feel extremely guilty about this in the morning, especially if Tony finds him, especially if Tony realizes that Clint found the last of what had been missed in his own clean up of the last time he was off the wagon. THAT'S GOTTA HURT TO SEE, that Clint managed to find the last drop and fall asleep in his own vomit, from the missed bottles of Tony's last bender.

This might even push him to say the word rehab. Which he hadn't been able to say. Or alcoholic, or AA, or sober.

The last hurrah did not feel good at all.

Tony hates being back here. This place was was where he was his worst. And he knows that wasn't him. But it also kind of was him. It was all the worst parts of him and because of it, he'd had to go into rehab again, because even when you're drinking and having orgies because something had messed with your mind, it still meant you ended up alcohol dependent and with a nasty dose of gonorrhea.

He should sell it.

Why hasn't he sold it?

Well, for now it was just going to be the place Clint sobers up and then goes into rehab from.

Clint's talking and it takes him a moment to register it, because he's trying to figure out if he's actually strong enough to get through this with Clint.

He blinks and shakes his head. "Right," he said. "Follow me."

He heads down the hall. There's multiple floors but he'd find Clint a room down stairs so he doesn't have to to the stairs. "Just so you know, the last time I was here I was drinking and fucking around a lot. So it's all been cleaned out. The only way you're getting a drink here is getting off the island. No one will stop you if you really want to go. But I'll know. I'll know and you'll have to live with the fact that I know."

He opens the door to a spare room and looks around. It's almost as new to him as it is to Clint. "Bathroom," he points. "If I sleep, it'll probably be upstairs. But if you don't want to sleep alone, I'll sleep here with you. I won't even hold the fact you told me you hate me against you if you ask. You don't even need to use your words."

[sinretrograde]

Every evening when I get home from work I put on the same comfy outfit. It's something gabriel likes in particular, so it makes me happy to wear it. It's soft and warm and just big enough to hide the fact that neither of us are in the type of body that matches our self image.

CW for body image talk and s/h not acted upon but thought about

Gabriel is very emotional, although he tries to hide it and push things down. I can tell it bothers him to be in a body that doesn't match. It brings back old hurt. Old feelings of worthlessness and resentment. The outfit really helps in hiding the shapes, gives him a little leeway with the mental illusion, but it's enough most of the time.

The outfit is my favorite now too, because it helps him out in this way. And also bc I don't nessicarrily like being flesh and bone now, but I know I have to deal with it. Seeing my hands, the body's hands rather, startles me a lot still. Seeing myself in the mirror is incredibly upsetting. We try to avoid mirrors as often as possible. I grip on its skin and dig my nails into it just to test its limits, and I stop when the pain makes me start to wince.

This is, as far as I can tell, not the first time this body has had to deal with someone who finds it disgusting. But it hasn't happened in a long long time. At least, that's the sort of faint rining I get about it.

The outfit is blue and gold and black, so for me the colors remind me of the loves of my life. It feels like I could imagine them wrapping their arms around me and holding me close. I want to lean back into them and let them touch me. To feel a warm hand here, a cold one there. Grazing over my neck, my chest, my thighs. Letting myself sink into them and letting them reach deeper. But the body mapping is wrong and it startles me out of this sort of self hypnotic state and into reality again.

I've thought about hurting this body, punishing it for not really being mine. I'm so scared some day I'll give in, but I know this body is also the one my partners use, and I don't want to hurt them anymore. So I won't hurt the body. Not because it's mine, because its theirs too. Something we share.

I don't know why we got so much worse mentally lately, from what I understand before the slut robots and gay angels showed up things were relatively peaceful and dare I say healthy. Why me? Why's it my fault?

Despite this, I am still useful. Despite all the bad I bring, I also bring positives. It's a lesson I need to learn. Without me there was a crisis. With me theres still crisis but I help to share the load. Bear a burden of my own to lessen the burden of us all. I... don't know if that's like a good thing or what I'm not a licensed therapist or anything. But it's kept us alive.

I keep rambling, I feel like I have a lot to say.

[marshmallowprotection]

not sure if this is an unpopular opinion but i tend to enjoy conversations with saeyoung more when he's being serious and not treating the MC like an audience he's performing to. however, so much of the fandom content is of him acting like this and it's really disheartening considering the whole point of his route was to accept him for who he is 😭

Oh, listen, Saeyoung is many things. He's not just a joker. He likes to tease and have fun, that's an aspect of his character but that's not his entire being. If you limit him to being a haha-funny-clown all the time instead of listening to him, that's quite frankly how you get a Bad End for him. That's the ending where he ignores everything and gives up on being taken seriously while you laugh and demand that he stays a silly persona. People who follow that ending don't care about who he really is.

They want 707.

Not Saeyoung.

Saeyoung deals with this in fandom a lot. I love to poke fun at him and make a joke sometimes, we all do, but at the end of the day, he's more than laughs and giggles.

There's more to him than the mask that he wears. He pretends to be a joker but that doesn't mean that he doesn't have those qualities. That is a part of him but he has forced himself to only show that part of his personality for such a long time. He hasn't allowed himself to be taken seriously. When you come into his life in a positive way, he starts to realize that it's okay for him to let out that serious side.

It's not going to hurt you. It's not going to destroy you. There are parts of himself that he's afraid of and he's hidden them away for such a long time. But, when you give him space and you respect him in the midst of the worst moment of his life, he realizes that he doesn't have to push you away and that he can let out that part of himself that he tried to bury.

I find it a little disheartening myself from time to time when I'm looking for content for him just to read and it turns into something where he's mischaracterized. I don't get to see people writing about him where he's being vulnerable or he's being open with himself very often. It's rough when that's all he really wants... he wants to be seen as himself.

At the end of his route, he tells you that he wants you to see the parts of him that he hasn't let out since he was a child. He says to call him Saeyoung… please don’t just call him Seven… or just Luciel. That was his name and that is his name. He cannot have it taken from him ever again. He wants to love his name... please, say it.

He doesn't want to bury himself anymore and he wants to be seen as all aspects of himself. Sure, he likes to tease you and he likes to make you laugh, but could you take him truly seriously? Listen to what he's saying because there's so much underneath the surface. There's so much that needs to be heard. He deserves to be listened to as he is and that means hearing Saeyoung and nobody else. He's a man with layers and sure, it'll take time to understand him, but you love him. It is worth the time to get to know him.

His true personality is somebody that's driven. He's very to the point when he speaks and when he's talking about something that he's interested in, you can see the light in his eyes. You can see there is a passion burning in his soul when he doesn't have to give up everything all the time.

Being with him isn’t just like being with a kid in a candy store running around with energy we’ve never seen before. It's more like being with somebody who has a genuine curiosity in the world around him and wants to learn as much as you can. He's like a sponge. He soaks up everything and he wants to be able to experience what it's like to be alive. He's not afraid of trying something even if it seems like it might be dangerous.

He wants to have conversations and discussions. He wants to debate things. He wants to be able to be taken seriously when he's talking. He doesn't want people to laugh at him or assume that it's some kind of joke. Even if what he's saying might seem outlandish, he still wants somebody to hear him out and see that there's a point to what he says. He's creative and there's no doubt about that, but if you treat him like everything he says is some kind of game, you're not getting it.

He's hurting. It would be nice for his depression and fears to be taken seriously when he voices them. There's not an expectation on your part to be a therapist or somebody that takes care of him like that, but it would be nice for him to hear for once in his life that he doesn't have to lie about it being okay. It's not okay. He's allowed to say that it's not okay. This is the kind of person that desperately wants to be okay so that nobody else has to feel like that.

He is the kind of person that would sacrifice everything if it meant that his loved ones would be safe. For once in his life, if you could look at him and tell him that everything that he's gone through isn't something that he deserved? Well, it would feel like he's finally been seen.

I don't know why I don't see more people writing about him being somebody that takes you out on a night drive where you both sit underneath the stars and talk about your place in the universe. He can hold a very intellectual conversation about this and it's a shame that he doesn't get this very often. Let him talk about space and what he learned about it! Even I think it would be intriguing to experience that with him and I only care about him platonically.

At the end of the day, I could go on and on about all of the ways that he is his own person in a way that has nothing to do with the Persona that he's been wearing. Yes, we can all agree that the jokester mask is a side of him but it is not the entirety of his being. If you limit him to being just that, then you didn't learn anything.

I feel the same way about people that don't write any of the Saerans with care, either, but I’m biased.

I care a lot about how the twins are represented. I put a lot of thought into how I try to perceive them because I feel like it's important that they have autonomy in what they express they want. I think the hardest thing for me is seeing people misconstrue Saeran’s path of forgiveness or Saeyoung’s choice to be himself.

God, I think the worst thing I’ve seen done to the twins that’s wildly inaccurate is people writing them drinking or engaging with anyone who drinks in close quarters. The two of them will never do that and they'd prefer not to be around it. Saeyoung has expressly stated he doesn’t drink or smoke, and he never will pick up the stuff. Saeran already had a horrible time with the elixir on top of the trauma he experienced from his mother’s alcoholism.

He wants no part of that, either. I get that it might sound a little silly, but as somebody who shares the trauma that they went through, whenever people write them drinking after they have very expressly said that they would never, I get a little upset about it. It feels to me like people who ignore you when you say that you don't want to take a sip of alcohol and try to coerce you anyway.

Anyway, there are a lot of issues in fandoms where characters get flanderized from one or two specific character traits.

Sucks.

[theanimalsarecalling]

In chapter 12, The Dream Thieves, Matthew Lynch is described thus:

Matthew failed at many more things than his brothers, but unlike Declan or Ronan, he always tried his hardest.

This is Ronan's POV. But in the prologue to Call Down the Hawk, Matthew is described as "a decidedly lazy student." POV narrator.

So sometimes, Matthew doesn't try his hardest. Ronan is known to idealize people he likes, even when the evidence doesn't support Ronan's ideals. Which leads me to wonder what we do know about Matthew apart from his brother's opinions of him.

We know Matthew likes people. He's not content to be alone. He has friends apart from his family.

He plays soccer and lacrosse, so safe to say he likes sports, something neither of his brothers is much interested in. His taste in music and clothing is different than both his brothers. He likes birthdays and tradition.

He cares about his brothers' opinions. He wants Ronan to think his jokes are funny. He's embarrassed when he realizes Declan thinks he has bad taste.

He's physically affectionate. He's noisy. He doesn't like to sit still.

He doesn't like to be hurried. He's happy to mooch off his friends.

His bedroom is tidy by Ronan's standards (Ronan worries that this means he didn't have the imagination to create a fully realized human), but messy by Declan's (who "judges" his bedroom cleaning skills).

He seems to have perfected the art of paying attention when others think he's not listening. Youngest sibling behavior?

He doesn't like hearing his brothers complain about each other, or Declan complain about Niall. And yet, Matthew wasn't particularly close to Niall. Niall's death doesn't seem to rate amongst his worst memories, though Aurora's does.

He's had the traumatic experience of being kidnapped and stuffed in the trunk of a car, an experience he interestingly shares with Declan. And yet that doesn't really rate among his worst memories either. So he's resilient. Maybe Declan helped him cope with that experience?

As children, he was closer to Ronan because they played together a lot. But once Ronan moved to Monmouth, he became closer to Declan. He seems to like Ronan better, but he trusts Declan more. Declan's the one he wants when he's upset.

Unlike Declan, Matthew doesn't take it personally when Ronan doesn't answer his phone. He knows Ronan's like that with everybody. But he answers his own phone promptly enough that Declan knows something's wrong when he doesn't. Possibly because Matthew knows Declan is anxious and wouldn't take it well.

Matthew teases Declan and laughs at him, but he never teases Ronan. Possibly because he knows Ronan is fragile and wouldn't take it well.

Though when Matthew calls Ronan a liar, after he learns he's a dream, it seemed designed to hurt Ronan as much as possible. Ouch.

Maybe Matthew was responding to the hypocrisy. Declan always lies, but he's dependable to be there for Matthew and that hasn't changed. Ronan's not dependable at all, but he always promised to tell the truth. And then didn't.

Matthew massively takes Declan for granted, but he gets upset when Declan doesn't take him seriously. Lately, he's enjoying pushing Declan's buttons. But he's also starting to realize Declan's been unhappy for a long time. He hasn't really figured that out about Ronan yet.

So all of this is to say, that despite Ronan's idealization of Matthew; despite Declan's fretting that Matthew isn't real, and can't make it on his own; despite both of their worries that Matthew is limited by Ronan's three-year-old imagination; Matthew has always been a fully realized person, with tastes, interests and opinions of his own. Both Ronan and Declan tend to use Matthew for their own purposes. Ronan uses Matthew as someone to look up to him and admire him, to bump up Ronan's low self esteem; he also uses Matthew as someone to do stuff with when Ronan's friends aren't available. Declan uses Matthew as a way to fill the hole in his heart that tells him he is unlovable - because if Matthew leaves, then nobody in Declan's family has chosen him, even though he's given himself to his family his whole life. Both Ronan's and Declan's beliefs about Matthew say more about themselves than about Matthew.

Matthew loves both his brothers and wants them both in his life, but even more, he values himself. He wants a future. Enough to choose to return to school, despite having been a lazy student, to prepare himself for a future. If you take the sum total of what we know about Matthew, he's really the most self-actualized of the three. I'll bet he eventually learns to drive as well. It just has to be something he chooses himself.

[huenjin]

unhooking a bra for dummies.

pairing: han jisung x reader

word count: 6k words

genre: smut

tw: use of swear words and name calling out of sheer affection, detailed sexual content — hickeys, breast play, nipple play, fingering, cunnilingus, clitoral stimulation, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, squirting, blowjob, deep throating, gagging, penetration, creampie.

note: this fic has been rewritten/reconcepted from my previous bts fic, the idiot's guide to unhook a bra.

The last time your boyfriend tries to remove your bra one handed, you are glad it is on your body and not his. Not with his strong history of trying to learn how to untie bras by wearing them and then snapping them only to ruin your pretty collection.

The last time your boyfriend tries to remove your bra one handed, it's on your request.

Not because you wanted Jisung to learn (not that it isn't a win-win situation) but mostly because you were so sex deprived from your boyfriend for two weeks now, thanks to his competitive arse. Thanks to his determination of wanting to learn how to remove a bra single handedly because some stupid magazine said it was cool.

Also because the movie was boring and your boyfriend seemed a lot more interesting than the movie's horrible direction.

You're on top of Jisung's lap, kissing down his neck, telling him to focus on how he's feeling and how he'd feel rather than being so competitive to remove the bra. Jisung pulls back and mumbles, "How does that work?"

"You've tried it enough for two weeks," you kiss him. "It's going to work."

"Is this a test?"

"Consider it," you sigh. "You're really killing the mood again, boy," you frown, before straightening up your spine and looking at him, "It's just a bra. Why are you so goddamn hung up over it?"

He confesses finally, "Because I saw some stupid article the day after I said everything. It told me that girls love it and that it'd make them happy."

Figures. You called out on this a week back.

You cup Jisung's face, a bit taken aback by his response, "But you make me happy either way."

"I—"

"Sungie," you press your forehead against his, smiling at how your boyfriend's eyes sparkle so brightly, "You're still going to be my star always. My sunshine."

You kiss Jisung, laughing against his lips when he coos at you. His hands are warm against that long brown sweater – way too long for you – you have always borrowed from him. He kisses you, his hands making way under his sweater, trailing slowly upwards as he draws out his kiss.

You know what he's trying to do and you choose to ignore, praying to all the gods out there that your boyfriend succeeds. He places his fingers on one side of the clasp and your thumb on the other. He moves towards your neck, peppering kisses against so as to distract you. He pinches both the sides together, sliding the right side against the left, freeing hooks from the eyelets. He pulls back from you, lips leaving your skin, at the same time your bra is undone.

"Bro," he stretches the syllable and you laugh, eyes wrinkling, commenting, "You sound like a white teenager."

"And you don't when you do?"

"Touché."

"But I did it," he screams, hugging you tight. The intensity at which he is joyous almost makes it seem like he won something great but that's Jisung for you. "I did it!"

"You did, baby! You did."

He kisses you again. Your boyfriend is so happy that he is smiling against your lips, breaking the kiss but he doesn't care and nor do you. He cradles your face in his hands, pulling back and laughs, "Hey, maybe we can sex tonight after all."

"Oh fuck, don't kill the mood. The last thing I want is Jeongin's catchphrase right before me getting hammered by my boyfriend after weeks."

"Like you haven't mentioned you don't want him around once?"

You flail your hands upwards in defense only to wrap it around Jisung and kiss him shut, mumbling against his lips, "Not today." Your lips tug onto his lower ones, latching onto it before pulling back and gazing at him. You could see how beautiful he was - his rosy lips that are parted and his nose that is good enough to bop. Han Jisung is a beauty carved from the finest and you are glad to call him yours.

"Fuck," he swears under his breath. You smile widely, eyes turning into crescents as he gazes at you, mumbling, "You're all mine, wow. I'm a lucky lucky man." You laugh, mumbling, "Yeah, you are." and lift your hand. Stretching your index finger, you poked his head, pushing it back, parietal bone hitting the bed's headboard.

Jisung gulps, his eyes turning a shade darker. You lean forward, catching Jisung midway for a kiss. You hold his face, guiding and directing the kiss, being forceful and trying to show the dominance you clearly lacked. Jisung always leads and you're hoping he takes back the reins soon.

And he does. Just as you prayed. His hands are on your hips, gripping it harder, his leg wrapping over yours in one swift motion and he has you pinned under him, hot air fanning over your face and you're giggling. Jisung frowns at you before kissing your pinna and mumbling, pouting, "You lost weight, babe. You need to eat more."

"I've been busy with this project," you respond and brush his hair.

"I'll take you out for a fancy dinner tonight after this."

"You think we could go?"

"Uh huh," he kisses your neck, sucking on the skin lightly sending tingles down your spine. "We could. I want to treat my favorite girl to some sexy food."

"I love you."

He kisses you in response not so gently, immediately coaxing your mouth open to allow his tongue inside. His hands forget all about being slow and teasing, the stress of not having you for two weeks straight sending him desperate, running all over your body, before pausing.

"This one goes off," he tugs at his sweater that you are wearing, pulling it off of you only to gasp at your covered breasts. "That bra looks beautiful on you, fuck."

He stares at the wine purple bra hardly covering your breasts now that the strap was off, ready to fall off any minute from now. Jisung gapes at how beautiful they make your breasts look before tugging it off, mumbling, "I like you better without anything though."

One of his warm hands covers your breast, fingers slowly digging into the skin. His palm squeezes your breast, thumb running over your nipple before he purposefully leans down and gives you a taste of his warm mouth for the first time that night and in weeks now. You gape open at the contact of his mouth on your nipple, teeth purposely grazing against the skin.

"I missed you doing this," you gasp for air, hand holding onto his hair for grip and to angle him slightly. Jisung hasn't bothered every time you push yourself onto him, aching and craving for more. If anything, it's always made the bulge more prominent. "You stupid boy focussed on a thing that weren't necessary like unhooking a bra when we could — ah, fuck, Jisung." He rolls his tongue over your nipple, your hand tightening around his scalp, tugging at his hair furiously. "Yes!"

He lets go of your nipple only to raise himself upwards and hover over your face. He bites your bottom lip, small kitten licks before sucking it into his mouth and you respond with a weak whimper before pulling away, breathing loud and clear and vivid enough for your chest to rise and fall.

His large hands trace along your spine, his palms trailing along your covered flesh, the figure that's carved into his head, a memory attested forever that he's glad for. Every single one of his touches sets your skin aflame with desire. Heat settles deep within the deepest cores of your abdomen, the heat slowly trailing downward stimulating your glands to release secretions that make your panties cling to your core. You moan when you feel his hardening shaft against the soft of your abdomen, involuntarily grinding against it. Your movements cause him to let out a grunt, limited and constrained, and he groans out your name.

He moves lower, tugging at the straps of your panties with his teeth, grazing the skin around it, sending goosebumps sprouting. You laugh post the rush, "You're good at this though. Like really good, Jisung."

"I know," he laughs against your skin. "Need to have you keeping me around. What if you decided a vibrator's better than me?"

You laugh loudly, hand falling on your chest, "Pretty sure a vibrator can't kiss me and love me like you do, baby."

Your mouth parts open when he kisses you, his lips brushing against the skin covering the bones and you let out a set of breathy moans, heat pooling deep within your pubic region as you find yourself growing wetter when Jisung kisses you around your acetabulum. He tugs your panties down partially with his teeth, fingers helping him out till he gets completely away from your skin.

He lifts himself up, throwing his shirt away. Dipping his head down, his attention is back on his favorite spot on your neck by your prominent jugular. Jisung kisses your neck, whispering sweet nothings into you. His hand lowers and lands on your inner thighs, goosebumps rising from your flesh and you gasp.

“Fuck," he swears under his breath. His fingers are dangling so close to your core that he can feel your arousal by your thighs. "You’re so fucking wet,” Jisung mutters, only to laugh and comment, "Maybe I should have fucked you.”

"Should have," you whine. "But guess what? My boyfriend's fucking— Ah!"

He absent-mindedly plays with strings of your arousal, coating his palms and fingers. You gasp at the sudden contact. Twisting and turning his fingers, he gathers up the dangling strings of arousal, before bringing it to his mouth and licking it clean. His gaze is still fixated on yours.

"Fuck you."

"Sure. On it, babe."

Tauntingly, he continues teasing your cunt — the tip of his finger lightly pressing against the entrance, but never enough to fully enter you. Each small action has you moving forward in pleasure as you try to push against his hand in an attempt to sink his finger into you. Jisung chuckles, kissing your clavicle, biting into the skin above and sucking furiously enough to mark you. He licks the mark before kissing down your clavicle.

He runs his finger through your core, collecting more of your juices onto his digit, before teasingly entering you barely. You find yourself hissing and bucking, your entrance twitching around the tip of his finger responsively.

“Jisung,” you whine, pushing your core further into his hand. “Please,” you implore, beg. You're desperate enough and two weeks of no contact has left you unhinged. The sensation of the pad of his thumb swiping against your swollen, needy clit causing you to buck into him, your cunt soon contracting around nothing. He pushes himself up and lowers down your body to meet your core. Your core involuntarily clenches, releasing another gush of wetness, pooling down the skin and staining his bedsheets messily.

"Your clothes—" you point, tugging at his pants. "Off, hoe," you sigh. "Now."

"Not yet," he rasps. "Need to give you that orgasm I owe you."

"Ah!" You sigh pleasantly. Jisung moans, shuddering under your fingertips. “My girl is all pretty and wet all for me," he mewls. His fingers trace small circles further into your slit, until his digits are teasing your entrance again. A low mewl falls from your lips, your hips writhing into his hand and you try to get him to push his fingers into you now.

“Jisung, shut with the teasing, you bitch,” you murmur, not even bothering to hide the want in your voice exhibiting now through annoyance, along with the greed for so much more. He laughs at your name calling, against your skin, nose brushing against your skin and with a kiss to your mound, his digits lightly push against the tightness of your entrance. He relishes and dwells himself in the way you tighten around just for him. You are just for him. A being he has been blessed with that's made for him just as he is for you. His eyes sparkle in mirth at your core clenching and unclenching involuntarily around him. You whine, “Fuck," trying to tighten around his digit as much as possible, almost as if you think your orgasm is going to rush in just by the sheer touch of your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend pushes one and then another finger into you. Your wetness allows them to slide in with ease and he gasps at how the jagged inner walls of yours feel — a memory he wishes he could remember every time. Somehow he's glad he can't because every single moment with you feels like a first time for him. The rush and excitement is unmatched. Drawing raspy breaths from you, he slowly begins pumping them into you. With each movement, you feel your entrance open and close, your eyes rolling back at the sensation. He pumps them into you, relishing every moan and swear word that leaves your lips. It's perhaps the very fact that you haven't had sex with him for so long that makes you want him more than ever, your arousal evident and dripping around, coating his finger.

He breathes in the scent of your arousal deeply, pressing kisses against your skin, softly at first before it turns into intense ones, licking and sucking on them to make a visible mark against them, staining your mound with purple and dark red hues.

“I fucking love you, man,” His voice is low, dropping a couple of octaves, and the deep sound that turns deeper every single time he whispers, thrums against your skin, before kissing against the skin again. You are so close to breaking down from just his breath against you, gripping on his hair so hard that you are worried you're going to rip his hair out. “Yes, yes, yes,” leaves your lips and letting out an appreciative groan, Jisung slides his fingers deeper into you till his knuckles touch the sides of your core and you are gasping, taking in heavy breaths of air, eyes squeezing shut.

“You're literally swallowing me,” Jisung breathily whispers against your core, pressing a butterfly kiss against your clit. His words cause you to clench involuntarily, squeezing around him tightly and then his mouth is against your core, more specifically your clit, licking on it, before sucking, inappropriate sounds hitting off the walls, eliciting a choked moan from you.

You are about to say a word before Jisung curls his fingers up into you and your back arches slightly at the rush that it sends, a moan leaving your lips loudly as you scream out, “Sungie!”

You feel him rubbing against the same spot that brings the loudest reaction from you — a discovery he makes every time all over again — before dragging his fingers back slowly only to slip his fingers easily into you again, the slick of your arousal dripping down your thighs, making a mess.

"Wet and dripping. I’ll give you what you want, baby. You were so patient with me.” He rubs your walls, his attention undivided on your enlarged clit and your hips gyrate with him, thrusting and chasing after his fingers desperately.

He lifts himself up – his hand still rubbing against your spot – trailing kisses upwards till he latches onto your mouth, tugging at your lower lip. He delves into your mouth, tangling with your tongue. The sensations are heightened, your head unable to focus on either. Breaking from the kiss, you cry out against his lips, your breaths heavily intermingling together. Jisung uses his other hand to hold your jaw and angle your head in such a way that your foggy gaze is fixed on his sharp ones and your mouth opens slightly.

"Come for me, babe," he urges. His command, along with the way his fingers rub across your clit, has you crossing off of the brink of pleasure and into an oblivion for the first time that night and in weeks. You see the stars as you squint your eyes shut forcefully, breathing loud and shallow as you chant your boyfriend's name like a mantra. You need a moment to calm down from how good that orgasm is and Jisung slowly rubs you through your high.

Skin flushing with heat and covered in sweat, you feel electric sparks jolt across your flesh under your skin as bright ecstasy rumbles in your veins all over again as your boyfriend rubs your clit vigorously. In a split second without any heed or warning, his mouth is still on you. He flicks your clit with a snap of his finger and instantly, your muscles lock up, your nerves oversensitized. Tears spill from the corner of your eyes and you tug at Jisung's hair, face falling to the side as you bite into your lower lip.

Out of breath almost instantly, Jisung hovers over you, cupping your face with one hand of his and kissing you, wiping your tears away. You breathe in his air as he kisses you, your jaw slackens sadly once he leaves. You let out a loud whineful cry as a powerful orgasm powers through you again, his hand leaving yours for a minute as you squirt on being overstimulated. Your thighs quake violently as your back raises and arches upwards slightly. Your boyfriend's other arm wraps around your back as he kisses you through your heightened orgasm, helping you settle down. Your muscles tremble and ache and soon you find your hips halting their movement as you lose yourself into pleasure, squirting slowly receding. His hand is covered in your juices, glistening in the light of the room and he chuckles against your lips after pulling back, placing you lightly on your back.

“That was so fucking hot,” he looks at you proudly, pressing his forehead against yours. Your eyes are squeezed shut post that powerful orgasm, thick rivers of tears staining your cheeks. He moves only after your eyes open, making sure you’re alright and able to breath right.

"You're a bitch, dude," you barely let out. "But I love you."

Once you collect your breath, you move down his body, overcome with the need to please your boyfriend, to please this beautiful man who just made you come twice on his tongue, overstimulated you enough to make you squirt, embarrassing the hell out of your being. You hastily grip the hem of his sweats and begin to pull them down.

Jisung pushes himself backwards instinctively when you lift yourself up. You hold his shoulders, body still trembling from the after effects of your last orgasm and ask, "On your back, please."

"Baby, you don't— It's all you today."

"Yeah, and so let me."

Jisung lays on his back on your command and you kneel between his legs. He pulls himself upwards, one arm bending to support him and the other resting beneath his head to support his head up. He watches you position yourself between his thick thighs, practically drooling at the sight of his large cock. He finally lies there completely naked, a small smile dancing on his lips at the sight of you, skin glowing in the dim light of the room, soft music from the neighbours you are grateful for, muscles straining slightly despite his relaxed state, belly button piercing twinkling every now and then as the light hits the metal.

You take his cock into your mouth, working him in small portions. You remember how intimidated you had felt the first night you tried giving your boyfriend a head. Even though Jisung was kind enough to praise you through it, cradling and caressing you throughout, it was hard. With a girth as thick as his and mouth as small as yours, it was bound to be hard. With time, you learned of the ways to take his cock like an absolute professional, though it still managed to overwhelm you at certain times, if he really wanted to give it to you good. Not that you minded. You doubt you'd ever mind it when it's Han Jisung.

You bob your head, mouth coating his skin in your saliva, as your hand works what you can’t reach yet, encasing it in your grip. Above your head, Jisung is sighing, coral pouty lips parting and clenching his jaw as he watches his cock disappear inch by inch into your pretty, pink mouth, enjoying the sight of your lips wrapped so warmly around him. He loves watching you take him slowly. Jisung loves it so much that he thinks if he could stamp one memory forever or take a picture to treasure, it is this. One of his hands slips down to grip at your hair, only holding it back loosely for now, not applying any pressure. He loves seeing you like this as much as he wouldn't agree to you directly but he thinks you know. You seem like you know. Yet again, there is nothing you don't know about him.

“Fuck, baby,” he sighs out when you take more of him in and suck firmly on your way back up, licking at the head and sucking on it leisurely, tongue lapping at the sensitive pink skin of his length. He curses once again, huffing out a heavy breath, going delirious at the sight of you bobbing on his length. The rise of his chest begins to increase its pace and his body begins to build up a sweat all over again.

He groans loudly when you go down once again, taking in the most that you’ve had so far. Your eyes are closed, hair out of your way and your tongue is at against his length. His arm supports his body and he sits up. You feel the movement and you quickly open your eyes, pulling away and moving upwards hastily. You attempt to pull him out of your mouth to see if you did anything wrong. However, he places his hand firmly to the back of your head — you feel the large hand cover most of your head, hand gripping on a ponytail he has made and fixates your head exactly where it is.

“Keep going, please,” he breathes out and your pussy practically melts at that, as you look up at Jisung, his eyelids half closing in pleasure, his grip on your hair getting tighter. He glistens in the dim light, body shining from the sweat and you press your tongue flat against his tongue suddenly and he jerks.

“Fuck your mouth is, shit—“ he pauses to groan, pushing your mouth further down and you try to fight your gag reflex as much as possible. “This is what heaven feels like, baby. This is heaven on Earth.”

He takes control of your movements now. Being the soft dominant human being he is, he clutches your hair tightly to guide your mouth on his cock as he pleases. He eventually begins to buck his hips up to fuck your mouth, the explicit stickling sound of your saliva coating his cock every time he moves, resonating and bouncing off the walls. You're gagging heavily, trying to breathe properly through your nose. Saliva is dripping down your chin because of his length which is so big that you know you'd never be able to take him without activating your gag reflex. Your eyes roll over before your eyelids shut and Jisung's controlling your movements completely now.

“Love this pretty mouth of yours, baby,” he groans, pushing your head as far down as you could go. You choke a bit, letting out a stunned noise, one out of breath but you grip his thighs in an attempt to calm yourself and relax, despite the tears stinging your eyes at your gag reflex kicking in. Jisung slows down his movements, letting go of your hair but you refuse to move. You grab his hand before he could let go of you and you place it back over your head. He smiles and guides you again.

Your arousal drips down your core again and down your thighs, and you can’t help but push yourself forward. Your rear is pushing back against nothing but sheer want and lust for the man before you and his eyes catch onto the sight of your supple soft skin up in the air while your mouth is still locked on his cock. The entire position makes him lust over this woman before him that he proudly calls his.

“You’re so pretty,” he pants, eyes fluttering for a second when you suck on him harder, tongue licking a stripe along the underside of his dick all the way to its head, taking it home. Your hand grips on his balls, carressing it lightly under your fingertips when you feel it tightening. You know he's close and so you suck at the tip of his head furiously, letting out grunts from Jisung's lips, leaving them so deliriously that it has you moving quicker, jumping your groin into nothing. He finally pulls you off his cock, still gripping your hair firmly.

You cough for a while, stained aftermath of saliva on the corner of your lips. Your eyes are teary, some spilling from the corners and your lips are swollen. Jisung somehow, weirdly likes it. He loves seeing you fucked out for him over his cock. He loves seeing your slight makeup haphazard and your entire being disoriented for him. He thinks he's a fucking masochist because he wants to make you cry on his cock — cry for his cock.

"Why?" Your voice is parched as you manage to ask. "You were close."

He pulls you close, tugging at your arm and you fall on top of his chest. He kisses your nose and smiles, wiping the tears away from the corner of your eyes before whispering, "Need to come inside of you, baby."

And he flips you over in the flash of a second and you are under him for the second time that night, ready for a million times for the rest of your life. You kiss him, your shaking hands cupping his face, rubbing small circles into the side with your thumb.

Jisung holds one of your legs by its underside and lifts it above, placing it on your shoulder. You prop your body slightly upwards, ache residing by the joints and Jisung kisses the skin at your acetabulum. He brushes his cock against your cunt and a harsh swear leaves his pretty lips. The tip brushes your clit, tingles running down your spine. Your nails dig into his hand by your side, holding onto the bedsheet and you gasp.

He slides in slowly, letting you get used to his girth and familiarise yourself with it. He pushes it in agonisingly slow and it adds further to the sensuality. The stretch causes you to curl your toes in ecstasy. With your leg over his shoulder, heels digging into the skin by his scapula, the way he is holding you allows him to move deeper, sliding in until you can feel him by your deepest parts and his thighs are pressed against your purple bruised ones. He bends forward and you watch your boyfriend.

Fuck, you love him. So much.

His face is soft and yet so affectionate, his features molded from the divine being, flawless and perfect. Jisung is panting in your ears, the grunt soft and echoing in your eardrums, amplifying on their way to your cochlea and you surround yourself in him. His muscles are tense and the words come out in a low, deep tone, "Fuck, you're swallowing me as a whole. Baby, you are so pretty."

He kisses your lips, ceasing his movements for a while in your wet warmth, whispering against them, "I'm so lucky, so lucky, so lucky—"

He pushes once more to go deeper if it's possible and you moan loudly. He watches your eyes squeeze shut and he can't believe that you're all for him, made for him just as he was for you. You squeeze around him unknowingly and he swears under his breath, his grip on your hip tightening. He knows he could come with you just wrapped around him perfectly, with all your warmth encasing him like he's lucky. He grits his teeth and pulls out. When he slams into you again, his pubic bone hitting your nether region, balls slapping against your arse, you scream. He's close already from you giving a phenomenal head and now when you're squeezing him like your life depended on it, he knows he's going to lose his sanity to you.

Jisung picks up a pace. It is fast and hard and has you gripping onto him for the life of yours. Your hips move along to match his pace and when your moans get excessive, he locks his lips with yours, owning every one of them and making them his. You scream louder into his mouth, muffled screams slipping out. You can feel him twitching against your wall and the whine that leaves you is muffled by his mouth again.

"I want to see you come again, baby," he mumbles, pushing into you, jerking you up. "I want to see you come undone because of me. All around me."

He lets go of your leg, feeling your leg move unsteadily because of the ache that rests in your joints, and moves his hand over your clit. He taps on your clit at a steady pace and you fill your mind slowly coming undone, like a pearl necklace ready to snap. His mouth is against your ear, licking a stripe at the cartilage before whispering into it, "Look at you. So fucking pretty. You're a—" He thrusts into you, hitting a spot that has you shuddering down on him fighting an urge to come undone so quickly, both you and him that Jisung has to catch his breath for a second there. "—my goddess. You're perfect for me. Need to see you come undone under my touch. Need to see you break into a vulnerable mess because of my touch. Need you to wrap around me perfectly."

Tears spill from the corner of your eyes and it's all too much. Your senses are heightened and you feel his warmth around you perfectly and in you completely. Your hand finds its way back to Jisung's hair, tugging at the ones by his nape, digging into the skin by his neck before travelling to messily hold at his scapula, arm falling over his shoulders.

"Please, fuck— please, Sungie," you cry. "Want you, need you, need you, need yo—"

Your boyfriend grunts, his grip firmer than a second before, his stomach quivering and his hips striking, picking up momentum until he's pounding you against the warmth of your bed, the bed making sounds of creeking occasionally as it pushes backwards and falls back forward. You wrap your legs around his waist, hips moving upwards wildly because you know you're close and you know Jisung is too.

He kisses you, passionate and fiery. Your brain feels fuzzy, your consciousness diminishing. Your fucked out expression is the one look that he knows he'd want to get it sketched. Your eyes hooded, cheeks flushed, face glistening in sweat, lips swollen and red and parted, with moans leaving them so softly that he knows he's ruined for. You are whining, moans leaving your lips one after another in no particular order of vocal range — occasionally screaming so loud that you know the nice lady across the hall is going to give you a earful tomorrow morning — when his cock slams into the same spot that has you losing your mind and it snaps.

"Fuck, Jisung!" You come around his cock, the white flash spreading under your eyelids and you're weeping, desperately, mercilessly. The tears in your eyes fall at that, the combination of sensations you’re experiencing right now too much to handle and Jisung quickly catches onto it with an almost sinister chuckle. Your heart swells and you feel the rushing oxytocin clouding your brain, filling you with nothing but love for Jisung.

Jisung continues thrusting into you, chasing after his own orgasm. He still whispers into your ear that makes you bloom in confidence, "There, baby. You're doing so well. That's my girl." You know that he is close and so you hold him tight, squeezing around his girth and your boyfriend moans. You kiss his neck, leaving marks on his skin as you bend forwards. His hips stutter widely and a deep groan fills your ears. You can faintly feel it as he comes undone in the sheath you are. It's pulsating, warm and hot and he holds himself in you, thrusting slowly and languidly to come down from his high, moaning into you.

His lips constantly peck yours, over and over again, lazily giving you gentle kisses as you feel his come leak out of you, once he pulls out of you, humming a soft tune against you, his voice surrounding you. He moves to lie beside you, pulling you to lie on your side in front of him, continuing to kiss you lazily as he begins to sneak his tongue into your mouth, leg draping over yours, arm wrapping around your middle to pull you closer to him and press your body completely to his, gently stroking your sweaty hair back.

The whole situation is a mess but there is something so domestic and warm about this, about Jisung just holding you in moments after sex.

You do the same, snuggling closer to him, enjoying the soft treatment and the gentle feel of his lips, your hands tracing his shoulders and biceps before going to his chest and sneakily tracing down to his belly button, poking the metal piercing. You pull away for a second with a tired giggle.

“You know,” you murmur, voice hoarse for all kinds of reasons clearly. “You’re really hot and all but this," you kiss his nose, "This is why I keep you around."

“What a bitch," he laughs. "A bitch I love a bit too much."

"Aw," you coo. "I love you too, babe."

"What's this, Jisung?"

You point at the beautiful packaged box, also tied with yet another beautiful red ribbon. It is surrounded by fresh rose petals in the side. Having known Jisung for years now, you are not completely wrong when you suspect something fishy. It's not even Valentine's.

"I swear to God, Sungie, if this is some weird shit—"

He raises his hands in defense, leaning against the doorpost, waiting for you to open the gift. He has a smug expression on his face, so ready to tease the crap out of you.

You pull the ribbon out and open the lid of the box, only to find a thong in it. A bright red colored one. You pick it up, holding the string between your thumb and your forefinger only to find the vibrator attached to it and the words, 'It Ain't Gonna Lick Itself,' on the fabric.

"You bastard."

And you chase after him, your hand stretched forward after throwing the thong back onto the bed. Jisung's already sprinting away from the bedroom and into the hall, jumping on the sofas to get away from you. You're laughing, finding the whole situation extremely ridiculous just as much as the present is; chasing after your boyfriend like you were five. And when you scream at your boyfriend as to why, all he has to say is —

"It's your fault. You were the one whining about not spicing up our sex life, babe."

"That was you!"

[spaceorphan18]

Would you do a complimentary post on favorite Blaine moments in S6? :)

I suppose it's fitting to answer this on Darren's birthday. :)

Bear with me, I'm doing this one a little more from memory. Also - Blaine's screen time is incredibly limited. They've kind of reset the status quo to Season 2, which means a lot less Blaine on our screens.

1. Coffee Shop with Rachel, Loser Like Me

But overall, one of the things that I appreciate about Season 6 Blaine is that that being on his own and without the pressure he's putting on himself by being the perfect boyfriend, he's been able to grown up a bit, and accept himself. Blaine's always been a ball of insecurity - but something he seems to learn between Seasons 5 and 6 is that he can't rely on someone else to make him happy. That happiness has to come from with in. And when we finally see Blaine again he's in a good place and healing. He's not great or fantastic, but for the first time in a long time, he's walking around without the weight of the world on his shoulders.

I like the conversation he has with Rachel - and how they kind of both lift each other up in this moment. I also really love Suddenly Seymour, not only because it's a good performance, but because it ties nicely in with the theme of bringing yourself up.

2. Cafe with Kurt, Loser Like Me

Okay, so this isn't a happy-feeling moment at all. But one thing I did like about the break-up scene is the end, where Blaine allows himself to feel anger. And while I do think both breakup stemmed from issues the both of them were having, this one was brought about by Kurt. And Blaine has every right to feel that anger - since he's asked over and over for Kurt to tell him how he was feeling, and Kurt (for his own reasons) wasn't being honest or open about he was feeling.

Blaine's usually tries to remain even-keeled and internalizes it when bad things happen to him. But this time he doesn't - he is angry with Kurt, and that anger won't be so easily forgiven. And that's okay for Blaine to realize that.

3. Opening Flashback Sequence, Homecoming

I love everything about this! From seeing an accurate depiction of depression - in that sometimes you can't function properly, to the fact that he is also going to therapy, to the fact that he's had to try a variety of avenues in his process of healing. This is a Blaine who is learning to deal with his inner demons and I appreciate that the show took the time to actually show that there's a process to it.

4. Dalton Academy, Homecoming

In general, I like the Warbler scenes. Not only are they a nice throwback to Season 2 - but we get to see Blaine on the other side of it - being an adult, and kind of reacting to the shenanigans from the outside. But also - he tries his best with Jane, and it shows that his inner good heart is still firmly intact.

5. Auditorium, Homecoming

Okay, so his confrontation with Kurt and Rachel over Jane is a little dramatic. But something I appreciate is that Blaine doesn't back down or give in during Season 6. He stands up for himself and his needs, and isn't afraid to push back against even people he loves.

6. The Music Store, Jagged Little Tapestry

There's such a relaxed quality about Blaine in this scene. Sure, Dave coming along makes things awkward really quickly, but before that, I like that there's an ease between he and Kurt that seems like hasn't been there in a long while. Blaine's healing, and learning to be an individual instead of one part of a half, and that's a good thing.

7. Blaine's Apartment, Jagged Little Tapestry

It's just utterly hilarious to me their reactions to Brittany decorating the apartment.

8. Auditorium, The Hurt Locker pt. 1

Blaine teaching Rachel piano is a smaller moment - but I love his sassiness. Blaine's ultimately a good guy - but he's not going to placate you anymore. I really enjoy 'tell it like it is' Blaine. He feels comfortable with himself.

9. Auditorium, The Hurt Locker pt. 1

The whole scene with Kurt is great - as Blaine's trying to work out his feelings on multiple levels. They're both trying to be 'mature adults' and maybe not failing at that, but just dancing around the fact that they both have deep feelings for each other still. And the fact that Kurt dating something else stirs something in Blaine - but he's not going to go pull some crazy stunt - he's going to respect Kurt's choices, because Blaine already (in a way) told him no.

10. Elevator with Kurt, The Hurt Locker pt. 2

Like with Kurt - I love everything in this for Blaine, too. I love the ease in which they're talking to each other again - they're learning to be friends again, and that's sweet. The fact that old issues come out, but they aren't as amplified. The fact that despite being annoyed by the situation, they're relatively accepting of each other's faults. And ultimately, for Blaine, I like that it's a moment to not only deal with his lingering feelings, but it's a chance to put some of that bitterness towards Kurt behind him.

11. Sue's Office, The Hurt Locker pt. 2

And, like with Kurt, I love that this plays like an 'old marrieds' bit. The tiny bit where Blaine touches Kurt as he explains that they're 'just friends' and then realizes what he's doing is brilliant. This scene is so amazing, not just for their story, but comedically as well.

12. Various, What The World Needs Now

Blaine's just not in this one - but I do think he's pretty in all the performances, and I do appreciate that he and Sam went to a counselor to get an opinion on Rachel's situation.

13. Rachel's Party, Transitioning

This is the only real Blaine-focused episode and I really love Blaine throughout. I really love Somebody Who Loves You - because it's Blaine really allowing himself to fall back in love with Kurt. And I love their conversation afterwards, and the awkward kiss, as Blaine tests his boundaries. It's as though he wants to see if he really does feel something, or if it was just Sue forcing them back together. Whoops - turns out he really does.

14. Blaine's Apartment, Transitioning

I love everything about the break up scene with Dave is brilliant. It's a mature look at their relationship, and how it was always a temporary thing. Dave lets go with a lot of grace, and Blaine's closed-offness comes from a place of real compassion - not wanting to hurt someone he actually does care about, knows isn't the person who has his heart.

I really love the moment at the end of the scene when Blaine leaves - and he realizes he can stop torturing himself. He is allowed to go be with Kurt and be happy.

15. Choir Room, Transitioning

I love that when Blaine runs back to Kurt - he's met with Kurt going on a date. But the thing is - Blaine has learned to be respectful of that choice, and doesn't break into a big gesture. He knows he loves Kurt, and he's pretty sure it'll be a thing that happens again, and while this moment is so deliciously angsty, it shows that Blaine is acting like a grown up about his feelings. He's secure with himself and how he feels, and that's okay.

16. Various, A Wedding

Weirdly, Blaine doesn't have a whole lot to do in his own wedding episode. However... I do like all the small touches we got. The hand holding and the glances and the relaxed comfort about being together again. It's nice to see a Blaine who is so at ease with his life.

17. {Redacted}, Child Star

Like with Kurt, all my favorite scenes happen off screen. ;)

18. Choir Room, The Rise and Fall of Sue Sylvester

I do like Kurt and Blaine's little rant about Sue in the montage. It's funny.

19. Choir Room, We Built This Glee Club

The blowing up of the piano was, indeed, very pretty. I again lament the fact that Chris and Darren didn't get to do a ton of straight up comedy together. They were fantastic at it.

Also, I do love the fact that Blaine is the one who figured out a way to really incorporate the bringing together of the Warblers and the New Directions by somehow magically sewing together twenty uniforms overnight.

20. The Lima Bean, 2009

I love that they just included Blaine here. It's not so much about him talking about coming out - but the fact that Kurt and Blaine cross paths without even knowing it. Brilliant.

21. Locker Room with Sam, Dreams Come True

I love this little scene! Not only do we get to see a final moment for Blaine and Sam (I mean, hell, they even cut the Hummelberry stuff) it's the only time we really get to see either Blaine or Kurt reflect on their post-wedding life. Blaine's happy - truly, really, happy with living back in New York, going to NYU, and being married. And him just happy in that life is all I've ever really wanted for him.

22. Various, Dreams Come True

Again, it's all about the smaller moments -- saying goodbye to Sue, adoring Kurt at the locker, helping Rachel while she's pregnant with his child, having fun with all the little kids at that school...

Blaine gets to have a happy ending. And while I wish there could have been more (always so much more) they allow him to have such rewarding arc -- of having to pick himself up again when he's at his lowest and get to a place where he's happy with himself and the relationships he has.

Love it.

[bartletforamerica]

How the Bartlet Administration Reacts to COVID-19

Abbey: is not taking any chances. After losing the fight to get the President to retreat to the farm or Camp David, she gets him to agree to limit himself to the oval office and the residence, with as few in person meetings as possible. Even before they’ve pulled together a White House task force, she’s made sure that everything is being disinfected and that her entire schedule is either canceled or made virtual. Her staff is the first to be working from home (and oh boy does she scold if she finds out any of them did something she thinks is foolish), with most of the rest of the White House staff following shortly after. She makes it her mission to do PSAs on what people should be doing and even does a virtual Sesame Street collaboration to teach kids how to wash their hands.

Zoey: Is not super pleased to be stuck in the Residence 24/7. She’s doing classes from her bedroom, so yay to not having to get out of bed early, but she can tell people are super disappointed that her camera is set up so that she has only a blank wall behind her [it turns out the secret service is very touchy about where you take video calls]. She also gets officially hired and given a security clearance for the sole fact that she’s one of the only people allowed to be near her dad who is tech-literate. She ends up doing some of her reading on the couch in his office so that she's on hand for when he's supposed to be skyping with the senior staff and can't figure out what link to click. She spends a lot of time worrying about Ellie, who helping do research about the virus, and texting her friends.

The President: is not happy to be closed up away from people. He also thinks that Abbey is overreacting where he's concerned. He misses actually getting to be around the younger staff. He and Zoey do a cooking from home video at C.J.'s suggestion, so that the country can see he's alive and to encourage people to not go out. They make chili and fight over whether it needs more cumin or oregano while Abbey records it and pipes in from behind the camera. The country is treated to a history of chili and a diplomatic incident nearly happens because apparently Mexicans deny having any association with it, even though most food historians say it has Mexican roots. The flaming debate doesn't stop a second episode at Thanksgiving where the country is treated to the history of the yam and all the secret spices that go into the President's stuffing. A large portion of the country gives him flack for putting Oysters in his stuffing. [In a small bedroom in an Illinois apartment a woman finally figures out why Joe Bethersonsen sounded so familiar.]

Leo: moved into the Residence because there was no way he was going to talk the President off ledges via skype for however long this lasted. He can only do so much. Zoey helps him learn to use Skype and he finds himself missing Margaret desperately even when he spends most of the day with a computer dedicated to having her on Skype so he can turn to it and ask her questions. She insists he get exercise and eat healthy (something he thinks she’s collaborating with the first lady on behind his back—they say very similar things much of the time). He skypes with Mallory on Sunday mornings over breakfast in his room and they pretend they’re at a hotel having a fancy brunch.

Charlie: is not particularly happy. He got sent home with everyone else because he’s not particularly necessary to have on hand if the president isn’t going anywhere. He’s still getting paid and he does do some work (the most important bit being hanging out on the phone with the president so he can ramble about history so Zoey can get her own reading done, Leo can browbeat the staff, and the first lady can do her own job) but he’s been ordered by the president and first lady to focus on getting extra school done while he can.

Donna: started freaking out the first day there was a rumor of a new disease in China. Then the White House shut down and even senior staff got sent home unless they absolutely needed to be in the building (basically just C.J. and some of her staff). And her roommate (not the one she'd really liked, who had a cat, but one she hopes is only temporary) works for a GOP congressman who thinks the whole thing is a hoax and bans masks in his office, so Donna is not at all happy and spends time she should be working cleaning things her roommate touches and that's sixty percent of how she ends up living with Josh.

Josh: is struggling with not being allowed to leave the house on pain of the first lady taking him to task (something about his lungs and the bullet). Even when he was putting his nose to the grindstone to make it through college and law school, he liked being around people while he studied, so he was usually in the library or a cafe rather than his room. He works best when he can bounce ideas off people and take in new ideas. When he was grounded after surgery it absolutely sucked and that was why he drove everyone crazy calling them all the time. Yeah he was bored, but he was also lonely. Plus he's not the best with technology. He very nearly went on national tv with his boxers showing, if not for Donna skyping him beforehand and making sure he fixed the camera. Between needing not to be alone and needing his assistant to be able to actually help him, the invite for Donna to stay with him slips out when she's complaining about her roommate. She shows up two hours later with two suitcases of clothes and two suitcases with pasta, toilet paper, and flour.

Donna and Josh: are handling the pandemic much better now that they're together. Josh can bounce ideas off Donna without it tying up his phone line. And she can listen in on his calls to the various members of congress about the stimulus package that they're working on. It's an even better look at Josh's job than she had before, and while it makes some of her work harder to focus on, she feels like she understands some things better than she ever has before. Josh even starts listening to her about how to sway certain congressmembers to their side. When they're not working, Donna forces Josh to cook with her so they're not entirely subsisting on delivery. They tried making bread and managed to spill half a bag of flour on the floor in the process but they ate all of it, even though it tasted pretty bland. Josh finally got Donna into baseball when it came back. Toby spit out his beer when he was on speakerphone with them and he heard Donna accurately yelling at the Mets for screwing up. Donna wears Josh's clothes more than her own, since she doesn't have to be on camera most of the time. They're platonically sharing a bed because they haven't found a convertible sofa for his living room that they like, they say, and it doesn't make sense for one of them to sleep on the couch, which they say has a spring that makes it uncomfortable to sleep on, even though Donna lounges on it all day with no problem. They are absolutely not dating and so they tell all their friends.

C.J.: spends five minutes laughing every time she gets off the phone with Josh or Donna. She loves her friends but god they're so completely in denial. It does, however, give her a much needed break. Her job has always involved a lot of people and knowing what venue to meet them in to ensure that she gets or passes on the information she needs. COVID protocols mean no more one-on-one meetings with journalists in her office, no more gaggles following her through the halls. The press corps were not happy when they moved all briefings outside and insisted on face masks and shields in addition to everyone sitting six feet apart. She gets asked about the president's health at least once a day and they start doing weekly waving from the balconies just so the press corps can get footage of him, healthy and shouting down to Danny and some of the others. Someone makes a cartoon of the president in the tower, with Abbey as his dragon keeper and though no one is willing to justify a cartoon with a comment, privately C.J. thinks it's accurate. She's always admired Abbey's fierce protectiveness of her family, even when she doesn't agree with every way it expresses itself or when it interferes with C.J.'s job. She has to come up with new ways to push the White House agenda (keep the economy afloat, stay home, no, don't listen to the GOP governors or those running for the primary, those ideas are not good, go the fuck home and stop having parties) and while some work, others bomb. It would help if everyone would stay on message and not screw up.

Sam: would like to make it clear that he did not know how many people would be at that gathering. He thought he was going for an outdoor meal with just a few old friends who could help raise money for the democratic party, not a fifty-person birthday party. The media fallout nearly gets him fired. Instead he gets yelled at by C.J., then by the First Lady. Mallory even sends him a card about how stupid he was. He's pretty sure that having Donna around is the only reason that Josh hasn't made the same mistake by now. It had to have been a toss up as to which of the two of them would screw up. Sam just isn't lucky enough to have a Donna (Sam is very happy that Josh has a Donna, Sam just wants Josh to realize that he talks about Donna the same way most men talk about their wives, because it's really hard not to respond to "why do I put up with finding her hair clogging the shower drain" with "because you love her and can't live without her, stupid"). He instead has adopted a cat for company. It tries to scratch him every time he tries to pet it. Sam spends his days trying to find a way to say "fuck the economy until we've beaten the virus" in a way that is palatable to the American people while trying to remind Toby that they can't actually say that outright. This is not an easy task.

Toby: would like to tell most of the American public to shut up, stay indoors for two months, pretty much nobody excepted, and if you don't, then you get tossed out to sea. He's come within an inch of telling anti-mask people they deserve to get sick on the record and is strongly advocating that the federal government figure out a way to mandate that every person in the country, minus those with legitimate medical exceptions, get the vaccine as soon as possible. He is also about to get evicted because it turns out his neighbors do not appreciate having rubber balls bounced against the walls for hours on end. Apparently, the thud is rather annoying. He worries about everyone, though this is delivered brusquely. Out of everyone he's taking the new work from home situation the best. No one can pop in to distract him, or comment on his eating habits. And if he doesn't want to talk to someone, he can always turn his phone to silent and pretend not to have seen they called. He's not pleased the Yankees lost to the Rays (necessitating rooting for either the Dodgers or the Rays, one of which beat his team and the other which betrayed New York), but he can at least take solace in the fact that the Mets didn't even make the playoffs.