#anyway THANK YOU FOR ASKING <33

[volivolition]

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

9. What are your file name conventions

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

-Mind

HELLO MIND THANK U FOR ASKS!! twirls you!! :D <33

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw i recently designed how i want to draw logic aND LIKE... BRO WHY ARE YOU PIECES.

honestly, its very methodical when you get into it, but it takes so much effort to know where it would look best to add splits or floaty bits. and then coloring is like. goddamnit my guy, everyone else is just one main color, why are you blues and yellows and greys and browns dude??? hkjhg just... so tedious (affectionate) :'] <33

9. What are your file name conventions

um. bad hgkjh

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what LMAO FUNNY YOU SHOULD ASK, its been the CCCC album on loop for a WHILE now, like its been the constant background music for a few weeks now (recently joined by Count Eleven it is so damn catchy hkjgh), thank you for introducing me to these songs hfhjf <333!!

i also watch stardew videos, bdg's unraveled series, and drawfee episodes sometimes! :]

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated hm... i dont think any of my work is underrated? for the content i work on, whatever attention i get is fine really hfghhf i understand i occupy a small niche and if my few fellow skill enthusiasts find me im happy <33 i think some of my art is a little overrated actually? (the kim kissing harry comic thats currently my top liked is... not one of my favorites, to say the least, though im grateful people liked it :']) <33

if i had to answer, uh... my current profile pic i guess? not because im dissatisfied with the overall attention on it, but because i just really like it hhfgh <333 awwauh... i keep looking at it and smiling fondly, i am so happy with how soft and cute it turned out, the pink overlay was A GOOD CHOICE HJKFH i love how chemi is happily wrapped around voli and how voli's hand is delicately placed on top to show he wants him to stay... "yes, im okay with you being here. i want you here" very subtle reciprocation, but chemi understands him <3 jesus i am so fond of them...

[nyoomerr]

i was recommending your fics to a friend today and uh. i basically just listed all of them HAHAH but that got me wondering, which is your favourite of your own works? :3

ahh thank you so much, i'm happy you like my stuff enough you wanted to share it with someone!

honestly, my favorite of my own stuff changes every time i post something, because my preferences for characterization/writing style evolve a bit every time i write - so, my most recent stuff is the best reflection of those tastes, etc etc.

right now, i'd say that i think "raised by winter winds" is my best written fic... but it doesn't focus on binghe enough for it to actually be my favorite, LMAO, so i'll say that my current fav of my own stuff is either "if you don't have your own boyfriend, rented is fine" or "stuffed with fluff (and blood and bones and rage)."

...basically, it really is more or less just "whatever i've written most recently" 😅

anyway, in the spirit of sharing fics we've enjoyed with others, i'm going to take this chance to also recommend a few of the ongoing fics that i've been enjoying lately!!

Devour by Junavit vampire!binghe au, in which binghe desperately tries Not to be a vampire in order to remain a sweet little disciple on qing jing. i can taste how delicious the fallout is going to be in this fic from a mile away.

A Most Familiar Madness by diaboliquemilletbird disguised as a rogue cultivator, emperor bingge stumbles across PIDW!native sy and ends up going on an adventure with him to try and save sy's life. always love bingge finding his own sy <3

the mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb by Elementicy binghe's cradle seal starts to crack prior to the immortal alliance conference, and he struggles to keep his new demonic instincts in check. feral binghe is always great!

[inkykeiji]

ok oK OKAY but LETS consider sunday-nii right? like it had always been the three of you; sunday, robin and you. and then robin flew off to be the star and sunday just never really adjusted from the gap. he had all this love to give and since robin was no longer there to receive it, he just doubled it over on you. like he just gets this obsessive attachment, always needing to know where you are and what youre doing? thats too far. too dangerous. its better to just stay at home, i have everything for you here. the man has pretty much clipped your wings and left you stranded in his grip. and from there its just so easy for the lines to blur. youre not just his sister, youre his everything. so why not add wifey to the title list. after all, you dont need anyone else but him. so who else would be fitting as the title of your husband 🦦

ANON omggg i am in love with this because it feels so on brand with sunday’s character. we know he is obsessive + compulsive, we know he likes order and rules and complete control (and seems to get anxious/angry/agitated when he doesn’t have it or it is threatened), and we know that he truly believes himself to be benevolent + that his actions are in the chief interest and welfare of those he cares about.

he’s really protective, and he’s really overbearing with his protection and his love, and he genuinely believes he’s doing what’s right for you, what’s best for you, because (in his mind) he is more intelligent than you are and he knows so much better than his precious baby sister ever could. it’s so easy for sunday to delude himself into thinking that what he’s doing is not only right, but it is just as well, it is his duty as your older brother, his god-given role to fulfill and then exceed, and he plans to do so flawlessly.

and the worst part about it is that he’s so fucking sweet about it, too!!! he’s so doting, so darling, loves you so fucking much that you feel bitter guilt churn heavy and sick in your stomach at just the mere thought of disobeying him or questioning him + his motives. he’s so authentic in his self-deception that when your own sound logic and gut feelings break through the conditioning, you feel awful for doubting him and his intentions in the slightest, and gaslight yourself into believing that your paranoid or spoiled and ungrateful for such a adoring, devoted big brother.

i also think it’s entirely possible that he believes himself to have made a mistake with allowing robin to go off on her own, and vowing secretly to himself to never make that mistake with you. he’s learned his lesson from allowing his other younger sibling too much freedom; that it’s safer and better for all parties involved if you’re locked away in a gorgeous golden cage, where he can tend to all of your needs with precision and perfection. you’ll be happier and more peaceful and truly free locked away inside your big brother’s pretty cage, he promises.

[ragnarokhound]

hiii im working through all your jaytim week stuff bc i had to be in a wedding that week and i missed it 😭 i WILL leave an annoying amount of comments on ao3 but for now i just wanna say that i love the baseball au fic so bad. i don’t know a single thing about sports but i worked a summer job at the ballpark for a couple years and now whenever the weather gets hot i miss the vibes so bad and i CANNOT stop thinking about Them. do you have any more thoughts or rants or really just any crumbs from this au bc it’s delicious ty

AAHHH OMG I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE WEDDING and you have said the magic words because BOY DO I

I love baseball au!! I am actually very pleased with and proud of baseball au!! In my heart, baseball au has a massive rivals-to-lovers slow burn plot that I simply did not have the time to write OTL so instead for jaytim week, we got the scene that I would have reread over and over again if it had been a book I read in high school lmao

My notes this is a fucking outline how did that happen on baseball au:

Jason was the ace pitcher for the Gotham Knights for a few years running, taking over that mantle from Dick Grayson after he traded to the Bludhaven team. Jason was much more aggressive compared to Dick, and he was a two-way player - he could hit well enough to not need a designated hitter when it was his turn to go to bat, and that versatility made him unpredictable and a threat.

Unfortunately, after a big argument with Bruce about the game, he was hit with a hard injury during the playoffs one year. Everyone said it would be career ending. Bruce said to prepare himself for the worst. Jason takes a year off to recover and doesn't speak to Bruce the whole fucking time.

Enter Tim Drake.

Drake is a rookie, a nobody no one's ever heard of, but he's an excellent pitcher. He's got a million tricks and keeps a cool head. He can read the other team to filth and is ready to change tactics at the drop of a hat.

Word is that he bullied his way into the GM's office and demanded a tryout; Bruce was gonna throw him out. But then he saw him pitch. He was hired on the spot.

They started Drake as a relief pitcher, but it quickly became apparent that he was wasted there. He's switched to starter. They don't make it all the way to the Series that year, but it was pretty fucking close and in large part due to Drake. Not bad for a rookie.

Jason hates him on principle.

Apparently, Jason still has a spot on the team. But they've bumped him down from starter to relief. He knows it's necessary, that his injury still needs babying, but he's still not happy with Bruce. He hates it-- and the games he's relieving for Drake? He hates them most of all. He can't stand the guy.

(He's better than Jason.)

(And he won't quit staring.)

Drake doesn't actively antagonize Jason when training starts. Actually, for the most part, he tries to stay out of Jason's way, watching him quietly from the sidelines while Jason tests his frustrating new limits. But Jason's not about to let Bruce's new golden boy off that easy.

(He's almost surprised by the bite hiding behind those bangs. How fast those watching eyes can narrow in acidic consideration before he tears Jason a new one. He takes vicious satisfaction in seeing Drake sink down to Jason's level. And Drake needs a fucking haircut, but far be it from Jason to give this asshole tips.)

Their synergy is garbage in the first half of the season. Jason prides himself in his game, but when they're sharing the pitch, it throws everything out of whack. They butt heads over everything, and they get hyper competitive; half the time, they're not playing against the other team, they're playing against each other.

By the third game its plain they can't be paired together. Either Drake or Jason fuck up on the mound because one of them was doing something (For Jason, Drake's creepy, unblinking stare is enough to piss Jason off; for Drake, Jason's discovered he can get a rise out of him just by raising an eyebrow at the right time, as if to say really? That's what you're going with?) and the coaches (Babs) have just about had it with them.

They're switched to play on different days when possible, and given stern looks and reminders not to fuck up on the days they have to play together. It grinds Jason's gears, but he sucks it up because he's a fucking adult and his career is on the line. Maybe Drake can do the same.

Things start to change, though Jason can never quite remember when. Maybe they needed the space or whatever, maybe Jason needed to go drinking with Roy and just dump about Drake and Bruce and all of it and hear Roy's drunken two cents, maybe the game against Bludhaven meant seeing Dick and being forced to hear his two cents; maybe he needed to run into Drake at the coffeeshop a block away from the stadium one morning and see him bleary-eyed and clearly hungover. Maybe seeing him outside of the job, his gaze wandering out the window and not fixed on Jason for once, willing to shit-talk Bruce (and to a lesser degree, Dick), shifted something in Jason's brain a little to the left. Maybe it made Drake into a different person, and maybe Tim is someone Jason doesn't actually know that much about. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

They start to improve. They have to play more games together when one of their alts wrecks his ankle, but Jason is still pretty fresh compared to everyone else after being babied all season, and his injury hardly bothers him these days. Tim still flusters Jason at the mound sometimes, but it's not for the same reason. He doesn't know what the reason is yet, but he knows it's not the same. The prickle on the back of his neck that says Tim is watching isn't a precursor to anger, or spite. It's something else.

(And so what if Jason finds himself sticking around after practice days? So what if Tim catches him once, working on his swing, and he offers to pitch for him? So what if Jason suddenly knows he wants to find out how that crooked smile tastes, and threatens to break his bat on it instead? So what if Tim laughs at him like he was joking, because they joke now, and it makes Jason's stomach churn, makes him sick with wanting? So fucking what?)

Bruce even talks to him after a game, all fatherly concern and judgment, wanting to know if it's going to be a problem for him and Tim to be playing together. If he can trust Jason not to jeopardize the game over personal disagreements. Jason doesn't know how to explain it to him and he also doesn't fucking want to. He tells him no, it won't be a fucking problem.

It freaks him out. He backslides, hard. Tim had been warming up to him, but he's obviously surprised about getting the cold shoulder. Surprised and pissed.

He corners Jason in the locker room after a game Jason nearly lost them, a loss that would have shut them out of the Series this year for good. Jason's been closing every game he plays, but Tim had to be sent back in to clean up after his piss-poor showing. He lays into Jason. He reads him to filth. He correctly diagnoses the source of Jason's insecurities and his beef with Bruce that's older than basically any of his other problems, and basically tells him to quit yanking the team-- and Tim-- around. He storms out with the last word, and Jason fumes with his head in his hands.

(Apparently, Tim looked up to Jason, once upon a time. Apparently, Tim was a fan before he was a colleague, a rival; a friend. Apparently he'd been nervous but excited at first to meet Jason in person, to get to talk to one of his heroes. Jason feels like a heel.)

They don't talk after that except to play the game. Tim is professionally distant, doesn't stare at Jason the way he used to, the way he was starting to. The roles reverse-- one week later, he's the one who stares at Tim, watches him take the mound during the game that will decide their fate, decide if they'll go to the Series this year or not, with an awful, burning need bubbling in his chest for Tim to look back at him just once.

When Jason takes the mound for him, Tim glances at him. It's brief, but he nods at Jason, a dare in his eyes that Jason wants to take. It loosens his lungs and lets him breathe for the rest of the game. He plays the best he has all season. And Jason knows the reason.

They win the Series. Bruce offers to put Jason back as a starter next year, but Jason declines and does one more year as a relief pitcher. He's done taking stupid risks with his body, with his career, and he knows if he goes back now he risks a flare up. If he's gonna show Tim up, he's gotta give himself his best chance.

Cue the fic. (They absolutely fuck in the dugout btw. Tim asks with his hands already on Jason's skin-- "Can I touch you?" Tim asks with his mouth already on Jason-- "Can I--")

So i hit the character limit but TAH DAH thats bb au <3

[babybirbb]

Just started watching suits recently and was wondering if you had any good fic recs, particularly AUs. The nature of the show really lends itself to Selkie fics imo but also I just love selkies

anon i need you to know that as soon as i saw your ask i immediately went scouring through the AU tag on ao3. i’m not gonna lie, i'm not usually an AU reader but i wanted to challenge myself to provide some recs as unbiasedly as possible.

at first observation, i noticed a lot of the AU fics were still in some way canon (divergent and adjacent)-- usually splitting off somewhere along the show or a situation where Mike or Harvey is still a lawyer, while the other was not. i will say i skipped over smut-based (omegaverse, bdsm) and lengthy fics (under 20k is nothing, anything more than 50k is pushing it for me) cause i just did not have the brainpower to even try to get through them :/

so of course the ones i ended up liking were mostly canon divergent/adjacent but i tried my best to get you something different. what i managed to dig up for you is under the cut and i really hope you like them anon (also fyi these are all pretty much marvey fics, hope that's okay!) <3 also thanks so much for the ask! i enjoyed this little scavenger hunt haha!

As the World Caves In by SupernaturalIdjit16 | Mature - Zombie Apocalypse, Warning for the usual triggers that come with zombie apocalypse. It’s not a complete work but it literally got updated today!

Here at the end of all things by tattooedsiren | Explicit - Apocalypse, Hurt/Comfort, Mike and Harvey protecting each other, Mike does shoot someone and goes a bit into the psychological aftermath, light smut towards the end

The Haunting of Penthouse B by Skara_Brae | Teen+ - Supernatural Elements, Happy ending, Mike’s a ghost…or is he?

Meet Me at Midnight by butdaddyilovehim | Teen+ - Superheroes/Superpowers, Protective Harvey, he's also Batman…need i say more?

Complications by LearnedFoot | Teen+ - Canon divergence, Fake/pretend relationship, Harvey decides not to hire Mike, instead asks for his help to spite Jessica, of course they end up falling in love

The Touch by FrivolousSuits | Teen+ - Magic, Angst, Soulmate inspired, it’s also from Donna’s pov which was super fun and interesting, as was the nature of the magic

TBR list:

Wear My Name by Lunarflare14 (Teen+) and whatever the question by tattooedsiren (Explicit) - These are both Fake/Pretend relationship AUs based/inspired by The Proposal movie! (a very good movie imo)

The Game by FrivolousSuits | Teen+ - It’s a Hunger Games AU so i am intrigued, just haven't gotten around to reading it yet

Ocean Dream by Blue_Five | Mature - i apologize for being unable to provide you with a selkie fic so the best i could do was the incomplete merperson au... i hope it's enjoyable...😅

[gingermintpepper]

hi I love your tags so so much! they were so sweet and so interesting and creative and the whole Aphrodite type of beauty thing sounds really interesting do you have any articles and recommendations to read further into it??

-hogoflight

Hello my fine feathered (I am assuming possession of feathers if you are, indeed, capable of flight) @hogoflight! I'm always always happy to hear that people appreciate my frenzied rambling in the tags :D! I have a lot of articles and recommendations :D!! Ancient Greek notions of beauty and representations of it in their art and sculptures is a pretty well studied topic! There isn't any way for us now to know definitively what the beauty standard was (it varied widely from region to region and culture to culture after all) but here are a couple of my favourite reads about Aphrodite and what her representations tell us about idealised beauty!

Probably the most empirically extensive one I can list is Krönström's thesis which compares statues of Aphrodite and literary text referring to both the goddess and mortal women to determine physical ideals for women in five specific eras of Grecian antiquity. Including measurements of the statues there are many descriptions of Aphrodite as 'curvy' with a 'voluptuous figure' and with 'ample buttocks and bosom'.

"When the beauty traits are described in the texts, they are never extreme or anything that could not be found in normal people just that they are more beautiful in every aspect. Furthermore, the sculptures’ physical forms look healthy, they are tall and have distinct curves. Great examples of this are the Knida sculpture and de Milo (the Melian) sculpture."

Of course, these images are still idealised, and there was still a concept such as 'too fat' or 'too skinny' found in written records (and this thesis even includes analysis of pornographic writings and descriptions of the fashion and stylings of pubic hair of women from different regions!!) but from an interpretational standpoint? There is absolutely no reason why these can't refer to a fuller figure. Height was also a very important factor after all and over the course of many eras, it seems like being well proportioned in addition to the length and appearance of one's hair were the most important factors (and, like Apollo, greater beauty was given to those with curlier hair)

Mireille M. Lee's 'Other Ways of Seeing' essay which talks about the forgotten female viewers of Knidian Aphrodite which is also extremely illuminating on how Aphroditic sexuality and sensuality was perceived totally differently from the well documented male voyeuristic gaze (which was overly preoccupied with the statue's nakedness and therefore over-sensationalised the statue's physical appearance) vs women's perspective on the statue which is more centered on the beauty of simplicity in Aphrodite's garment and decoration and in her power and ability to captivate both in her finery and without it. I think it's especially useful in exploring the importance of finery, jewellry and adornment in representations of Aphroditic beauty.

"Some of the small-scale copies are heavily jeweled, especially those from the eastern Mediterranean, for example the Hellenistic gilded terracotta statuette in the Çanakkale Museum (Fig. 5) in which the goddess wears, in addition to the armband on her (right) arm, the following: a necklace with multiple pendants; cross-bands extending over both shoulders and hips, with a cascading pendant in the center; a coiled snake armband on the left arm and another snake on her left thigh, and a twisted anklet on her right leg. (The left leg has been restored, and might also have featured an anklet.)"

"Jewelry is especially associated with Aphrodite in Greek literature. As seen above, in the Homeric Hymn to Aphrodite, the goddess adorns herself with gold jewelry, dress-pins, and earrings in the shape of flowers (162–3)..."

Finally, and to me, the most important one in the argument for an interpretation of Hyacinthus as fat, beautiful and fundamentally Aphroditic comes from Brilmayer's brilliant brilliant thesis done on Aphrodite's work and influence in Archaic Greek Poetry which does away with all of that masculine preoccupation with physical proportion, measurement and bodily ideals for a focus on a Sapphic Aphroditic ideal centered in clothing, ornamentation and, most importantly cunning as symbols of Aphrodite and ultimately a feminine idealised form of beauty. This paper also discusses Pandora and Helen in these terms and it is just kind of a wonderful read tbh.

"Combining Homeric and Hesiodic elements with her own ideas, she [Sappho] alters the way female beauty is viewed. For example, the Homeric war chariot – a symbol of male, military prowess - comes to symbolise the totality of Aphrodite’s power uniting in itself male and female qualities. Having addressed the concept of beauty directly, Sappho then concludes that beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. With the help of Helen of Troy and her beloved Anaktoria, Sappho sets out to reinvent the concept of female beauty as a godlike, subjective quality that may be expressed in many ways, yet remains inspired by Aphrodite."

The conclusion to all of this of course is that Aphroditic ideal beauty is much more fluid compared to its stricter Apolline masculine standard. The nuances and understandings of both are of course, constantly being studied, analysed and scrutinised but really, if Dionysus who was both bearded and clean shorn, effeminate, birthed and rebirthed (and twice gestated!) and strongly associated with vegetation can be popularly portrayed as fat and handsome, why can't Hyacinthus?!

[whipped-cheese]

Can i kiss ur a bad teaser au moon plz..plz i beg

He pick u up

You gib kith :]

~shmek~

He lub<33 whore man lub

[click for quality]

Close-ups under cut

[yujeong]

back again because another prompt came to me: I love the idea of vegas making pete confront his "nonpersonhood" by either fucking in front of a mirror, or vegas making pete verbalize every little thing he wants vegas to do. very much forcing pete to be present and say what he wants and needs. (in a healthy way)

Hello anon! My sincere apologies for not having answered this in so long, but I didn't have the proper brainworms for it. Also, apologies for answering the second one you sent me first, but I got inspired for this prompt today, so I decided to work on it. Hope you enjoy ❤️ CW: Bondage, Handjob ----------------------------------------------------------------------- There's a man in the mirror. Pete doesn't recognize him. He's tied up—wrists bound by rope, legs spread out on the large bed he and Vegas sleep in every night. His hair is a mess. His cheeks are flushed and his mouth is hanging open. His chest is heaving. He's completely naked; his cock is leaking precum on his stomach. The man in the mirror looks aroused, but uncomfortable. Lost. Out of his depth. But why? He's been in this situation plenty of times before. The position, the anticipation, the ache, it all feels familiar, and yet... "Pete." Vegas is standing next to the bed, his voice syrupy sweet. Pete turns to look at him. A good distraction; he tries to reach him, to lean closer for a kiss. Vegas grabs his face before he does. "No," he says, his smile replaced by a frown. "Not until you look." There's a man in the mirror. Pete doesn't know who he is. His breathing has grown heavier. He looks flustered; his bangs are glued on his forehead, sweat travels down his neck. He barely moves as he's stuck there, staring at someone who seems familiar, but isn't. He shouldn't be. "Look at you," Vegas whispers in Pete's ear. Pete can't understand what he means, but a shiver travels down his spine regardless. And then Vegas licks Pete's earlobe and it feels like a punch to the gut. His body reacts on its own, his voice too. It sounds like a moan, but Pete is too out of it to hear. His eyes are stuck on the man in the mirror, on the horror crossing his expression, on the realization that renders him breathless and aching. He probably started crying at some point, because Vegas is suddenly shushing him and caressing his hair and kissing him everywhere. It feels horrible. Pete hasn't felt this good in ages. Vegas doesn't waste any more time after that. He uses his hand to make Pete come and it feels exhilarating and like Pete is going to die, but he doesn't. A scream escapes his lips when the orgasm comes. It surprises him; it's never happened before. He calms down eventually. Vegas is there to take care of him, to remind him. He was staring at his reflection the entire time.

[whisperingn1ghts]

hiii, I love your art (especially your bambibelle art!) I just wanted to let you know that cuz ngl the fandom has become a stressful place for me recently but your art just makes me forget about all that and makes me remember why I loved this fandom in the first place (THE TALENTED ARTISTS!) <333 ty for existing and blessing us with our gorgeous artistic skills

Wait this is like the sweetest message omg. I'm literally so happy that you like my art??? IT ALWAYS MAKES ME SO 🥺🩷🥺🩷 WHENEVER PEOPLE SAY THAT. MAKES ME WANNA TURN INTO BALLOONS AHHH. and honestly you're so real about the fandom caaaauuuseee sometimes I get so stressed and tired as well 😭😭😭 I tend to just distance myself from it because that much stress really isn't worth it. But but I'm so happy and glad that my art makes you forget about it?? LIKE THATS SO SWEET AUGHAUGHH I HUG YOU 🫂🫂🫂✨✨✨ thank you so so so SOOOOOO much for your message I got all 😭💕🫂✨😭💕🫂✨😭💕🫂✨ in the best way possible. Hope you're having a very very lovely day :')

[leafuxxtea]

HELLO!!!!!!!!!!

HELLO!!!!!!! HOW R U DOING??? I'm sorry for responding this late 😭😭

your ask made me laugh the most because I remember around 2 weeks ago, I crawled out of my hermit hole and liked one of your posts (REGULAR BASED AND GORGEOUS 74N5N DRAWING), and not even 5 minutes later, I receive an ask from you going "HI?? HELLO!!"

I felt like an thief that just got caught LMAO

I'm just going around doodling as much as I can before I go on a trip, and I thought it was so genius of you to make the tsumigram x pmmm crossover so here's a quick doodle!!

[misspickman]

Timkon 26???

26. "I'm sorry you had to see me like that."

On one quiet night riddled with leftover adrenaline of a job well done, Kara had told him about her encounter with red kryptonite. She told him all about the surge of power and how it tasted like a very sharp gulp of schnapps. Kon had laughed at her, until she shook her head and said it'd felt like being swallowed by the Sun, or becoming one with it. She said that and it sounded like words horror and thrill packed in one.

Indescribable, she said, you'd have to experience it yourself to get it. Though she didn't sound like she wanted that for him at all.

Kon will have to talk to her about it later. Once he's not burning up and shaking like a leaf.

“Can you step in?” Tim asks, and the memory of Kara's eyes that glow near red in the dark slips away to the rough pair of hands holding his forearms to help him keep balance.

Kon nods. He lifts his leg—too difficult of a task for something so simple—and steps into the cold bath. It makes him shiver even more and he tenses his muscles against it, feeling for once stupidly self-conscious in front of a person who has seen him go through worse. Tim had seen his dead body, so how does this feel more humiliating? Do the dead hold more respect, torn but with a fulfilled purpose, than the living, scared and stripped of all their strengths? 

Kon would say he rarely gets to feel this vulnerable, like a child that could be knocked over by a stronger gust of wind, except that'd be a lie. He often feels so, he just isn't right about it most of the time. Usually it's all in his head. He'd like to keep it that way; not that anyone asked.

But for once he truly does need the gentle handling. He needs Tim's help sitting down in the bathtub so he doesn't slip, or his knees give out and he falls and smashes a dent in the poor tub. He barely has enough energy to feel humiliated for it. He stopped feeling much of anything but ow, ow, ow, ouch ever since Kara dragged him out of the sea, swearing something he couldn't comprehend. He could tell it was nothing nice, and probably not directed at him, not entirely.

He doesn't remember much of their trip to the medbay aside from the panic there, the enclosed space and sterilized equipment that never meant anything good, and Tim and Kara managing to wrangle some excuse to get him out of there and back to the farm. They're good at that. They're also good at wrangling him, clearly. He wishes he could properly thank them for it, and instead he's relying on them to get through such basic things as take a goddamn shower. And Tim has drawn an actual bath, too. Probably because he can see Kon can barely stand. Also because Tim is too good to him.

They don't reprimand him for his recklessness. They all know there are sacrifices to be made, sometimes, that aren't worth questioning later. Kon would still like to be yelled at, a little, so he could justify how furious he is at himself.

Kon is not afraid of sacrifices—what is a smidge of red kryptonite against the weight of hundreds of dead bodies he'd have to carry otherwise? But he can admit he is afraid of himself. You never know what it might mutate you into, and he certainly had no clue or even an assumption, but he took a gamble and this time, it worked.

It felt nothing like the Sun to him, more like a meteor, something to that effect. A passing scream of power through his body that was dizzying, fried his nerves, did its job, then left him as quickly as it overtook him, and let him crash into the sea. Fitting.

He stretches his legs all the way they can go while still in the tub. It's a bit small for him, but he appreciates it; makes him feel contained. The cold water helps, too. It also makes him shiver more. When's the last time he felt cold?

Tim washes the salt and soot out of his hair. His long fingers dig in his scalp firmly, tugging at the curls there. It's nice, almost enough to make Kon forget about the aching all over. He tells Kon about how they wrapped it all up in the end, or how Cassie told him they did. Neither Tim nor Kara stayed long enough to see it through. Because of him. He should be thankful, though he wonders if he should be angry, too, because aren't people's lives more important than one? They all know the answer to that question. If they didn't, they would be doing any of this.

Tim must sense his turmoil. Or he just knows, because he would worry about this the same way, and heckle Kon about it. He makes sure to mention that by the time Kon crashed and burned they had everything more-or-less under control, and enough heroes on spot to take over. It's all told in a very Tim way; subtle as to not be too coddling, yet soothing in its firmness all the same.

They saved lives. Kon's quick—idiotic—thinking saved people and secured a sure tomorrow. Is that not what heroes do? Why doesn't he feel right at all? Instead his body feels like a miserable pile of hollow bones. He must look like it, too.

He can barely muster a word. His tongue, as all other muscles, feels beat to shit. “Sorry.”

“What?” Tim asks. His hands don't still. He takes all of Kon in stride; Kon ought to thank him for it, but he finds himself bitter of it for both of them. Tim didn't doubt him for a moment. He saw him taking the red pill and didn't even take a step back. Kon could have crushed him, for all either of them knew, beneath the pressure of his telekinesis. He could have crushed everyone, every thing in the vicinity. That's what the look of the last person he saw said, before he stopped noticing such little things for the surge of invisible power that possessed his body. We're all going to die, it said, and Kon couldn't even blame the woman. That had been on his mind too.

Later, in a fit of fear and despair, he'd punched Kara away as she dragged him to the warm sand. She only staggered for a second, mostly out of brief surprise, and went on like nothing happened, didn't mention it. Kon knows she won't. But he remembers. He stares down at his traitorous hands under water. Still, they think they're made for holding. Even after today.

“Y'know,” Kon gestures at himself, at his useless, heaving body that he's overworked to the bone. For a good cause, he knows, though it rather feels like he's shown a monstrous side of himself to the world that he's known exists, but didn't need to be telegraphed to the masses. “That you had to see me like that. And like this."

Tim takes his right hand and scrubs the remains of sand from underneath his nails. He speaks in a low, measured cadence that tells Kon he knows exactly how upset he is, and is trying to smooth it out. “Nothing to be sorry about. You saved the day.”

He can say whatever he wants; Kon knows Tim isn't happy he took that risk. Their first priority is to keep people safe though, and there's no time for their selfish wants.

“You were in control,” Tim goes on, because of course he'd sniff out exactly what is bothering him in no time. “Nobody got hurt. Well, not because of you anyway. Ever since you took it—”

Kon can't listen to his empty platitudes. “What if I hadn't been in control though? What if—” I get possessed again and hurt people, again, “What if I lose it? What if I go all Terminator on you?”

Tim actually scoffs at that. If he had the energy, Kon would turn to him and glare. This is serious. Take it seriously.

“You won't,” he says, with an amused certainty Kon doesn't deserve.

He glares at the tiles on the wall. “You can't know that.”

He lets Tim take his other hand. His thumbs massage the space between his fingers, and Kon lets the back of his head hit the edge of the tub with a dull thud. He feels it cave in underneath him a little bit. Goddamn. He wants to point at it and make Tim look. See? Destructive.

But Tim, as always, is unrelenting. “I can. Because I know you.”

Maybe if this was a conversation over some milkshakes with a stupid sitcom running in the background, Kon would take this. He trusts Tim's judgment, right? He'd trust him if he told him to walk into a black hole with a promise of how that would save the day. But Tim thinks too highly of him. Tim can't be prepared for what might be sitting in the crevices of him. “That doesn't mean—”

“Look,” Tim cuts him off, “if it makes you feel better, you know Cassie could kick your ass. And the Terminator's.”

Kon bits his cheek around a smile. Is it fucked up that he finds the knowledge that his best friend could knock him out if he went rogue soothing? Maybe. She wouldn't even need kryptonite to do it. And if she did, she'd know where to find it. “That's true.”

“So could Kara,” Tim adds. He uses a washcloth to rub at Kon's face, which Kon tries to do on his own but his hand is batted away. “And Clark.”

“Yeah.”

“So you're safe.”

Kon hums. “Thank you for telling me about all the people who can kick my ass.”

“Oh, I didn't even mention Wonder Woman, and—”

“Thank you, Rob.”

[httpiastri]

hehe im glad i got that second ask bcs i was a bit confused about if you meant me jack as in just encouragement to write more? or if you meant jack doohan? sgsjshssj but aaaaa thank you, im so glad you liked it !!! 🥺 i really enjoyed writing it, just like im enjoying writing a jack smut/suggestive thing coming up…… 🤭

[perhapsifcake]

'death comes for good sons (but never for you)' is a banger title and im intruiged

HEHE THANK YOUUUU!! the title is from this song of the same name, an absolute favorite of mine by the fever dolls

gosh im actually really happy with this particular wip. it's at around 6k rn and (obviously) still unfinished, but it's at the forefront of 'shit i'll hopefully actually publish someday' :D

the background of this one is that law meets cora-san in dreamscapes again and again and both of them finally get some fuckin closure. the working title was 'i cried straight through every corazon episode and now i'm making it everyone's problem'

here's one of my favorite bits from it so far!

“Sorry,” Law forces out, his eyes burning, “sorry, sorry, I’m not—” “It’s okay,” Cora murmurs, tucked into the crown of his head, “you’re okay, I’ve got you, kid, you’re okay.”  “I don’t—fuck, Cora-san, I’m sorry—”  He feels Cora shake his head against his temple. “Shh.” “S-Sengoku, he,” Law fights to get the words out, “he told me that’s what you would—what you’d say, but I couldn’t—I couldn’t, Cora-san, I’m sorry, it had been too long, and you—we were supposed to get out together and I had to do it without you—” “Sengoku—?” “After Dressrosa,” Law mumbles. He feels so off-kilter, legs gone weak, his face tacky and parched with tears. “He wanted to ask about you, it was—he said I shouldn’t have tried to find a reason—” He can feel Cora’s shoulders stiffening beneath him in, Christ, shock, maybe? Concern? Hell if he knows. His whole body is dragging with the weight of breaking down sobbing more times in one night than he has in the past decade-and-change and his thoughts are swirling and muddied. You fulfilled everything I ever wanted for you. It’s a shackle unclasping. It’s the most heartbreaking thing he’s ever heard. He remembers every branding line of sensational pain the tattoo needle traced over his knuckles, his forearms. “I missed you,” he whispers miserably into Cora-san’s shirt. “I wish you could have met my crew. I wish I had gotten to say goodbye to anyone, even once.” “Law,” Cora rasps back, “I think you have to go."

ask me about my wips!

[tobisiksi]

*Appears into your ask box* Hello! We're mutuals now! I (Also) love My little Pony and Saiki K! What are some of your hot takes in said fandoms?

HIII 😽

And I'm glad you asked cuz I've been thinking in a scenario heavily inspired on that one mlp episode

it's complicated to explain but the second pic it's the premise of the episode

so I've been thinking abt what if the same happened to kusuo??

like imagine if future kuriko (bc in saiki k universe there can't be two of the same persons in an alternate timeline) came to visit kusuo just to warn him about how he shouldn't worry abt the future and blablabla

the same premise

but I've been thinking abt this and it's so fucking funny for me, my boy could fucking explode with anxiety stupid lil psychic

even funnier if the "disaster" that he tried to avoid in the first timeline was something related to desserts like idk, local psychic wanted to eat a really weird dessert that it's only served once in a month but his friends kept making this impossible and he ended up exploding a coffee shop

[nyoomerr]

love love love your writing forever and ever!!! i've reread everything you've written for svsss no joke 10+ times and your depiction of luo binghe is still the one that most influences my liking and understanding of the character...!!! i absolutely adore everything you've put out (i was so happy to discover you also did a liushen one once!) and i hope you keep writing in the future, your writing is an absolute gift ^^

the idea that my binghes are so influential to your understanding of the character really brings to mind something like -

- which i'm a big fan of, so thank you 😂

seriously though, i'm glad you enjoy my fics so much (enough to reread them multiple times even!) 💕 i'll keep writing them as long as the brain rot keeps rotting 🫡🫡🫡

(and i'd love to eventually write more liushen in the future, too - i really do love them, i just can't stop obsessing over binghe for long enough to write a fic that doesn't center around him 🙈)

[saintirulan]

session 99 with irene. you were telling us how NORMAL you are about gwayne hightower... continue......

as i was saying i am indeed very normal about him. i just want him flat on his back helpless tender open with only me to help i want him crying and begging and pleading and desperate and vulnerable. i want to chew on him like he's my dog toy i want suck him dry like a caprisun and in more ways than one