#but it's never been obvious to me what the exact flavor of the thing was‚ just that it was sweet and tangy until eventually it stung)

[aeide-thea]

thinking about all the women whose orbits i've had to remove myself from bc they meant too much to me while i meant too little to them

[luffyvace]

Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons

These are sfw and gender neutral

for Sanji’s big day! (I’m super late ik hush :3)

pt2 here my sillies :3 : Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons pt2

Dating Sanji includes royal treatment. We all know this. It’s so obvious. 😭 It’s in the manga, it’s canon, we all write it in our headcanons. We know this.

Royal treatment meaning sit back and relax dear, Sanji’s got this. Sea beast? He beat it up and is now cooking a delicious and nutritious sea beast stew for you, would you like that with a smoothie? Lemonade? Water? Ok water. Sparkling? Distilled? Iced?

oh your lost? Don’t worry he’s got bread and he’ll leave breadcrumbs where you’ve walked so you don’t go in circles :)

your clothes are wet? Take his. 💋

there’s mud up ahead and you just bought a snazzy new fit? He’ll carry you 🏋️‍♂️

somebody bothering you loveliest? He’s already kicked them to Australia (extra hard if it was Zoro)

Dating Sanji includes good communication.

If you feel anything but a positive emotion Sanji is on the case. And the first victim he’s pointing fingers at is Zoro 😼

”MOSS HEAD BASTARD!! YOU MADE THEM UPSET DIDNT YOU?!”

it’s not a person darling? Well what happened? What can he do to help? Did you loose something? He’ll turn into a mad man causing chaos around town looking for it! Did it drop into the ocean? He swims as deep as he needs to in order to find it.

Honestly he even babies you about little stuff :P you stubbed your toe? Want him to massage it for you? That’s it! He’s breaking out the foot spa! Take off your socks and shoes!

he did something that really upset you?! Tell him what it is right away! He’ll make sure he never steps outta line ever again! He *kiss* never *kiss* meant *kiss* to *kiss* upset *kiss* you *kiss*~

Never feel hesitation to tell him if something’s wrong with you physically “Chopper! Come check them out right now!! They say somethings’ wrong!”

Nor mentally! You’ve been going through some tough times these last few months?! Sit down and tell him everything!! Let’s get to the root of this! Together! Is it someone else?? Did it happen from something??

Even if you aren’t feeling negative emotions right now always feel free to rant to him about what’s making you happy! he’d love to hear it truly! He loves your voice even more~ 🥰 *nose bleed*

Dating Sanji includes 5 star meals.

another thing we all know. And in every headcanon- but seriously what’s all your favorite meals, snacks and desserts? Even if Luffy himself says to make one thing he might make another just because he knows you like it. That guy eats anything anyway so he might as well just make what you like! 🧑‍🍳

Dating Sanji includes overly cheesy confessions despite the fact that your already and only dating.

”My dearest..I would love if you would go out with me and make this evening the loveliest of my days! I’d wholeheartedly accept and put my all into cooking for our first date….My love and affection with herb and spice…the flavor of our intense compatibility will melt on your tongue every bite you take! Guaranteed!”

”Sanji….we’ve been dating for xyz months/years now..”

”ahhh~ Even to the blossoms of this beautiful spring day know we’re simply destined to be..! Getting married tomorrow..it’s been my dream since we’ve first met! I can see it already, smell it even..! The enchanting scene of you walking down the isle, putting your hands in mine…kiss! The happiest day of my life has officially been sealed! Everyone’s clapping! Cheering! Whoop woo’s arise in the air of our love!~ The 6 layer cake I spent every ounce of my time baking since I met you, on the side of us—predicting our perfect wedding kiss! An exact model of the scene~ It brings a tear to my eye! I hope I don’t keep you up tonight, my darling love! Because I certainly won’t be able to sleep when I’m much too busy imagining the scene over and over again until our big day tomorrow, the same one I’ve been replaying in my head since I first laid eyes on you~ 😚”

”what on EARTH Sanji. We’re only dating! Wha- What do I even say to this?!”

”you could say yes! My lovely future spouse!~ 😍😍”

”To what! You haven’t even properly proposed to me yet?! Let alone made it official⁉️“

”ohh my honey! I didn’t know you wanted to get married- the wind! The sea! The birds even know our fate! We-“

”ALRIGHT!”

”SHUT IT SEAWEED HEAD!! DON’T INTERUPT ME WHILE IM CONFESSING MY LOVE to the most wonderful soul to have ever lived~”

⚔️🗡🔥💥💥💥⚔️🗡🔥💥⚔️🗡💥💥🔥

(Sanji and zoro fighting :3)

Dating Sanji includes sure fire protection.

no one will ever lay a hand on you. For a man? Self explanatory. Blast that motha sucka to space.💥 For a woman?? Welll…he’ll take all the hits for you okay?! So run away and go get Nami or Robin!! Hurry darling!

Dating Sanji includes trust.

more than anything he trusts you with his deepest darkest secrets. There’s no front when it’s just you two around, purely him. Not telling you his lineage was because he wanted to put that behind him..it wasn’t supposed to come back up. And man is he the most sorry sucker on earth when he betrays the strawhats. Because that means he’s betraying you. Pleasepleasepleasetakehimbackplease.

Uh guys I ran out of characters I’m gonna do a part two I guess 😭… I didn’t want to thooo

[charliegyrth]

Go with the Flow - Part 6 of 9

Running on the Beach

Read Part 5 here.

On Saturday morning, I woke up early to take a jog along the beach. Kai and I used to do that together at least once a week. Since I didn’t surf, it was our way of enjoying the ocean together. We’d run as close to the water as we could. He was always faster than me, so whenever I caught up to him, I’d tackle him to the ground and we’d make out as the water rushed over us. It was straight out of some old movie.

This morning, I jogged alone. Kai was still snoring in bed, sleeping off last night’s fettuccine. I missed him, but I used the alone time to sort through my thoughts about my husband's gradual changes.

Yes, Kai was eating more. And constantly. That was the most obvious change. But with that newfound hunger came an increased sluggishness. He no longer had the quick-moving, youthful energy that I’d fallen in love with. If he had joined me on the beach, I’d probably be faster than him. He’d be the one chasing after me and tackling me onto the sand.

I liked that.

I liked how he’d become more exact with his movements, more… solid, I guess. Instead of flitting around from place to place, he moved like a man who knew where he wanted to go and took his time to get there. He knew what he wanted and asked for it. Usually that was food. Or me. Or both.

And he was happy.

So as I sped along the lapping water, as the cool morning breeze struck my face, all I could think about was Kai, and how lucky I was to have him.

By the time I got back home, Kai was already awake. He sat on the couch, digging crumbs out of a mostly empty bag of potato chips. Licking his fingers. Listening to classic rock on the TV.

“Morning,” I said, still out of breath from my run.

He jumped, sending the bag flying. “Babe, you scared me.” Crumbs were all over his pajama shirt. All over the couch, too. Along with two other empty potato chip bags.

I smiled. Three empty bags, and I knew for a fact that they’d been unopened the night before. “You like those, huh?”

He thought for a second. “Actually, I think we should get the spicy nacho ones next time.” Then he raised an eyebrow. “Why are you so happy?”

I guess I was smiling without realizing it. “No reason,” I said.

“Okay…” he said and licked the salt off his fingers.

“So, um… We need to go shopping soon. What… other foods do you prefer?”

His face lit up when I asked that. He jumped off the couch and ran into the bedroom without answering. He returned ten seconds later with a paper in his hand. I couldn’t believe it. He’d already written a list of what he wanted.

It was a long list, too. Lots of ingredients for different pasta dishes. A whole variety of packaged snacks (mostly with chocolate). Different flavors of ice cream. Donuts.

“When did you write this?”

“Yesterday while you were in the gym,” he answered. “I was eating some Cheetos and… Oh, I forgot to add Cheetos.”

I winked at him. “I’ll make a mental note.”

Of course, I went straight to the supermarket and bought everything he asked for. Thankfully, he chose snacks that I genuinely didn’t like. I thought that was a good thing. Let Kai take in all the calories himself.

When I looked down at the absolutely overloaded shopping cart, I felt that familiar twinge of guilt. I was becoming obsessed with overfeeding my husband. It wasn’t right.

But then I reminded myself that he’d chosen these snacks. I wasn’t doing anything behind his back.

Okay, I did add a few extra pints of ice cream, just in case. And a discount cheesecake. But other than that, the groceries were all his idea.

***

That night, Kai and I sat together and watched another horror movie. It had been a while since I picked what we watched. Once I’d handed him the remote all those weeks ago, he’d never given it back.

And I was fine with that. I liked romcoms, but I didn’t like them nearly as much as Kai liked horror movies.

Throughout the movie, he finished off a pint and a half of ice cream. I could tell that he was pushing himself to eat a bit more than he wanted. I think that was because he expected another belly rub.

Which I gave him. Of course. Any excuse to get my hands on his jam-packed belly was fine by me.

I’d gotten better at belly rubs, too. I knew how to touch all the places that would make him moan. I knew how hard to press before he got uncomfortable. I even knew exactly what to do to bring out one of his deep-throated burps. Sometimes I was in the mood for that.

My hands were getting tired, so I pulled away. He grabbed me by the wrist and forced me to continue.

“You want anything else?” I asked. I noticed that his ice cream was finished.

“Ugh. No more room,” he muttered. Ten seconds later, he said, “Actually, I forgot we had that cheesecake. I think we should try it.”

I kissed his bare belly and ran into the kitchen.

When I got back in, he had one hand on his bloated stomach and the other in his sweatpants. “I think I’m horny now.”

I turned around to put the cheesecake back, but he stopped me. “What are you doing? I still want that.”

By the time I walked over with the cheesecake, I was as hard as he was.

I placed the cheesecake on the coffee table with a plate and a fork. He took the tray of cheesecake but left the plate and fork behind. Good. The faster we ate, the sooner we could get down to business. We hadn’t made love in a while (he was always too overfull to bottom) and I missed it.

He balanced the cake on his gut and started eating it with his bare hands.

God, watching him give in to the taste was the best kind of foreplay I could imagine. I slid my hand under the tray and stroked his belly. “Lower,” he growled through the cheesecake.

Oh.

I slid my hand past his belly and pulled down his sweatpants just enough to take hold of him. As he ate, I pumped up and down. His chewing kept the rhythm and my hand followed along. The cake tray was in the way, so I had to reach my arm at an awkward angle. I’m pretty good with hand jobs, but this wasn’t my best work.

I let go.

“Don’t stop,” he grumbled, bits of cake falling out of his mouth.

I crawled onto the floor, held myself steady against his knees, and lowered my face into his warm crotch.

“Oh,” he said as I took him—all of him—into my mouth. With crumbs raining down on the top of my head, I sucked him dry. I could tell he was close to releasing, but he somehow willed himself to hold back until the entire cheesecake was stuffed into his stomach. Then all at once, his whole body shuddered and he blasted the back of my throat full-force.

I guess we both had our fill that night.

I wiped my mouth and climbed back onto the couch, still fully erect.

He glanced down at my tented shorts. “Babe, sorry. I… don’t have the energy.”

I felt a pang of frustration, but I didn’t argue. Instead, I walked back into the kitchen, feeling myself throb in anticipation, and came back with a gallon of half-and-half. It was only a third of the way full. I placed it next to him. “You have energy for this?”

He looked at me funny but took the bottle and started chugging. As I watched him force it all down, I dropped my pants and pleasured myself. I was already really close, so it didn’t take long. We finished together.

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[qoldenskies]

same anon!! i feel validated so yes to everything you said. it was “Taking Care of your Brothers: A Two-part guide by Mikey and Donnie” by Calliopes_Anon that really made me change my perspective on how these two might act, particularly the mikey chapter simply because we get to see him look out for donnie as much as don looks out for him

and i think the fact there even was a mikey pov, much less one as thoughtful and detailed as that one is, helped a lot. because like. i can’t think of another fic envisioning this pre-movie state with a mike that isn’t constantly scared. kinda eye-opening for me lol

and yeah i do like the sorta ‘i don’t know if it can be fixed’ vs ‘i don’t know how it can be fixed’ mindsets from them and gosh i wish they didn’t take such a backseat during the movie bc i would’ve loved to see them have more of a reaction to the other two than just mild concern. i’d like to explore a version of the movie where they are frustrated, dare i say resentful, with their older brothers because ‘yeah raph can argue how much leo’s new attitude and its consequences are affecting the team. but does raph even understand that extent?’ it’d prob be a whole movie rewrite due to the fact it’s so raph and leo heavy, but isn’t that the beauty of fanfic

oh and yes to your point about donnie’s neurodivergence bc as sweet as it is to see him in fics gifting mikey his own noise blocking headphones, mikey would probably yell at them to shut up for five seconds before putting dons on his head for him

would love to see that pre-movie fic of yours one day!!

yeah with the neurodivergence thing i do genuinely feel like it would go the other way around cause like ,,, donnie is SO jumpy in canon. unexpected loud noise will even make him fall over sometimes, which means he's particularly sound-sensitive. and as a person with a trait exactly like that, i cannot handle shouting. at all. even when i expect it, it completely throws me off my game and scares the shit out of me. like i usually write it so donnie already struggles to handle getting yelled at, but i could see being in the proximity of it freaking him out too.

i do think that'd be one of those things that would piss off mikey in particular because as much as they make fun of each other and get fed up with each other, it's such an obvious and easy boundary to respect in his eyes. mikey can definitely handle yelling, even if it upsets him to see them arguing, but he would hate it because donnie very much cannot. he'd probably at least snap at them to stop or go do it elsewhere lmao

and resentment towards something like this kind of depends on just how bad raph and leo's dynamic actually was, because while its pretty heavily implied they've been arguing like this kind of continuously (especially based on their talk before they go on that mission that has them lose the key), raph's "i have to look out for you or you could all end up dead" talk feels like something that's ,,, new? considering how leo reacts to it initially before pretending to brush it off. maybe leo just normally derails the conversation faster, or normally they dont have arguments like this in private lmao

definitely what fic's for ,,,, raph and leo kind of going back to the dynamic they had in bug busters (but reversed, and likely more intense) while donnie and mikey kind of pair off together is a really interesting thing to play around with, especially with how they naturally they just go and stick close to each other in the movie (easy way to connect that to them gravitating towards each other with everything going on), ive just never really seen it in the exact Flavor that id want to see so maybe ill check out the fic you recc'd ,,, gotta expand my tastes fr

[charmwasjess]

you know what this is about. so, without further ado: i'll let u pick between

Jocasta + tikken (tooka kitten)

and

Rael + shrimp cocktail

RAEL + SHRIMP COCKTAIL IT IS

Furthering my beloved "Dooku wouldn't know SHIT about fancy rich people stuff in his Jedi era" agenda. I got the idea for this because I literally watched a friend do the thing at the end.

*

“Finally.” The two Jedi crash into the backseat of the airtaxi, tangling as a pair of very long legs and two shorter, albeit slightly more intoxicated ones try to find room in the tight space. The droid driver acknowledges their Temple destination coordinates, and, with a lurch and swoop, they join the Coruscanti traffic and leave the heat and noise of the event behind them. 

“What an utter, unconscionable disaster,” Dooku, usually the architect of such disasters on missions, announces before Rael can even put his standard distracting-him protocols in place. “A complete farce.” 

“Aw, Master, it wasn’t so bad…” 

Rael’s both lying and stalling, of course, trying to figure out which point of failure Dooku is even so upset about. If it’s related to Rael’s own misbehavior, or some social misstep of Dooku’s, or both. 

“Really?” Dooku’s voice rises incredulously. He’s going wide: his internal targets expanding beyond the particulars into the concept itself, his exhaustion warring with his need to deliver a scathing monologue about the very existence of such fancy political events. “An egregious waste of taxpayer resources with no purpose but pageantry, overindulgence in liquor and ego in equal measures. And both tedious and invasive! For a Jedi of my position? The delegation from Mandriss clearly felt they were entitled to my entire life story.”

“Hmm.”

“And,” Dooku’s tone is aghast now, detailing the worst of the worst, “why do they even have that fork?” 

Rael’s been doing the dutifully-listening Padawan bit, since it seems Dooku is just upset in general, not mad at him specifically, but the fork thing makes him snort. Too bad he wasn’t there to see whatever Dooku did with the fork. 

“And you?” Dooku rounds on him. “Where were you? You left me trapped with that governor!” 

Whoops. Distraction protocol. “I thought the whole thing was that you needed to talk to the governor. Fact-finding stuff. I was giving you space to work your magic!” 

“Talk to him? Yes. I needed a single piece of information from him. But our good governor would simply not…” shut up is the sentiment that flashes like heat lightning behind Dooku’s clouded presence, but of course, his dear Master would never say such a thing, so he simply groans into his hands and continues his internal combustion. 

It’s a little funny, or would be, if Rael didn’t actually feel bad for Dooku. Tall and elegant with a holostar’s velvet voice and a legitimate family connection to royal governance on Serenno, his Master makes an obvious choice to represent the Order at the occasional high-end political function. Except Rael knows Dooku’s heart is made for the battlefield, not the banquet hall. He actually loves that about him.

“I feel wretched,” Dooku admits, massaging his temples. His righteous outrage seems to be collapsing into ennui. 

Odd. When they first started together as Master and Padawan, Rael thought Dooku was a complete stoic: an unfeeling mountain. Once you got to know him though, it was actually amazing how much bitching the man was capable of. Maybe it was that Dooku treated Rael differently now than he had when he was a little kid. There weren’t actually so many years between eighteen and twenty-nine. 

“Yeah, yeah, you feel bad ‘cause you didn’t eat hardly anything.” Rael doesn’t have to guess: Dooku has that exact flavor of cranky that has the aftertaste of emptiness and unacknowledged need that always just made everything worse.

Dooku glowers at him. 

Rael slings an arm around his shoulders, affection –or possibly the several atomic sting shots he’d taken with the bridesmaids - bubbling up in his chest. Hell, he loves this old man.

“Here,” Consoling now, Rael fishes into his robe pocket. “Want some shrimp?” 

“Shrimp?”

He holds out the upsettingly pink offering for Dooku. Five nice, plump cocktail shrimp. Only a little warm from his body heat. Better that way, really. 

Dooku is quiet. 

“Got the cocktail sauce in the other pocket.” 

Rael can’t decide if it is awe or horror dawning in his Master’s eyes. Hell, maybe it’s both. 

“They weren’t… even serving shrimp?” That deep, polished voice of Dooku’s is oddly faint. 

Yeah. Maybe not at the event Dooku was at. Now, at the wedding party taking place on the event space’s lower level, on the other hand… Rael fixes on his widest, most appealing grin. 

A Master may keep a few private secrets, Dooku is sometimes fond of saying, usually about something totally obvious to Rael, like the source of the occasional mark on his collarbone, the one that's always the exact same size and shape as Sifo-Dyas’s mouth. 

Well, Rael figures, a Padawan can keep some too. 

Dooku glances between his open palm and his smile, calculations happening behind his eyes. 

It doesn’t matter. Rael already knows he’s going to eat the shrimp.

[keychainedd]

roxserpent, co owner of dandy's world and flavor frenzy, is a groomer

(thread copied from twitter, og link here: https://x.com/keychained_/status/1820573158673699105)

TW FOR GROOMING

rox / roxserpent / the co-dev of both flavor frenzy and dandy's world is a dangerous man who has a big history of grooming & harming minors and covering all of it up whenever he can't take the scorn anymore.

(for more info, look at this doc which words it so much better than i ever could have)

whenever i joined blush crunch for the first time, i checked announcements & saw that rox posted an apology thread. before playing, i heard that he drew porn of multiple th characters, some of which were minors, so i chalked it up to an apology for that and moved on

except, i didn't move on. i was a victim of grooming, and this apology set off alarm bells in my head. i felt guilty for continuing to play despite feeling like something was wrong, but i ignored it. i know many other of my friends had felt the same way.

i felt like the sheep mentality was something i couldve fit into, but it was difficult. it conflicted with my morals. i knew i shouldve said something, but i was scared. i understand now how many people felt the exact same way.

a lot of us were manipulated by rox. almost everyone i know has been. it's been hidden from fans for years. it'll continue to be hidden, especially now that dandy's world has gotten so big, but there's no reason to be scared. i don't care.

rox is a groomer who's created child porn of his friends, manipulated & hurt so many people, lied to every community he's been in, and has ruined lives. he doesnt deserve to be able to go on break, nor should he be able to hide this from people.

he deletes his accounts of the various stories, hides the glaringly obvious fact that he's done so much wrong, tells everyone it's "petty drama" and expects people to move on. it's not petty drama. it's grooming.

im deeply ashamed for how long it took me to make a thread like this. as a victim of grooming myself, i'm sorry. i'm truly sorry. i know how scary it is to see no one believe you. now onto my personal actions because of this server

i've gotten into so many fights over this server. i've hurt people and they've hurt me and i've caused far too many issues that i can count on two hands and i wanted to believe if i shamed other people for things, then i'd be able to redeem myself in my own head.

i was wrong. i'm sorry for the things i've said to people. my guilt that came from this server has snowballed into hatred and i've taken it out on so many people. i want to talk it out. please dm me, friend me on discord, contact me. i will listen

i regret how long it took me to post something like this. i shouldve never stayed quiet. i am angry at everyone including myself and i need to take my anger and use it to inspire myself to act.

rox, you are disgusting. you and all your friends absolutely disgust me. you hire 18+ mods on your server instead of releasing apologies. you force your mods to respond to tickets wondering what you've done and force them to defend you. you use people. that's all you do.

it's no one's fault but rox's for how long everyone had stayed with him. but, you should educate yourself. you should learn. you should spread the word, you should stop supporting bc, you should drop whatever you can to show support to victims.

you may be too scared to speak out, but you can. you always can. no one should stay quiet when they know something this terrible. i've learned it from personal experience. i'm sorry for taking so long. spread the word.

thank you for reading

[kindersurprisebacterium]

Disobedience (Simon Riley/ Reader) Chapter 2

Reward

CW: Cunilingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, Reader doesn't understand what sex is, religious guilt (its the 1800s)

Gender Neutral AFAB Reader

WC: 2.7k

Chapter One: X

Chapter Three: X

That evening I watched as he boiled a pot of water over the stovetop. He added in chopped venison and vegetables grown in his garden. He reached up, plucking a bundle of oregano from the ceiling. His fingers expertly crushed the herb before adding just the right amount into the stew. 

“We’re you nobility?” He asked, stirring the stew with a wooden spoon. The word “were” made my heart stutter. The finality of it sparked a pang of longing in me. 

“My father is a Marquess,” I explained. “Needless to say I’m not used to this. I have- had people attending to my every whim,” I corrected myself. 

“That makes a bit of sense,” he mumbled, adding a pinch of salt to the dish. “I hope I don’t have to say this, but I’m not your servant. You can dress yourself and attend to your own toileting.” I felt my face heat up at his words. Maybe I was out of my league. I glanced at the silk gown, which I had to cut myself out of. Thankfully, his cotton dressings were more comfortable, and much easier to get out of. 

“Will you be cooking every night then?” I asked, glancing at the stovetop. I could see the faintest smile on his face from my seat at the dining table. 

“I might teach you a thing or two, but I’d prefer if you didn’t damage my cooking ware,” he turned to face me. “Plus, I rather like cooking.” 

He snuffed out the flame and doled out two portions into wooden bowls. He took a seat across from me. The bowls thudded as he placed them on the tabletop. 

“I’ve never had deer before,” I said as I picked up my spoon. The meat was cut into thin slices. I dipped my spoon into the bowl, scooping up a bit of meat and carrots. Steam rose from the spoon. I brought the silverware to my lips and gently blew before slipping it into my mouth. 

The flavor was rich. It had more depth than anything I’d tasted at home. As the broth passed. Over my tongue I could taste every ingredient. Every herb and vegetable mixed in a harmonious melody of flavor. The texture was new and surprising with every bite, chewy, crunchy, and viscous. 

I realized I’d been focusing on the single spoonful for too long. When I opened my eyes, his gold pupils were on me. I swallowed. 

“You’re a really good cook, uh…” I paused, realizing I’d never gotten the creature’s name. 

“Simon.” It was a name so oddly human. Maybe he’d come across it in a book. Maybe he’d met a human named Simon and decided to copy it. 

“Simon,” I repeated. “This is the best meal I’ve had in my lifetime,” I spoke with a smile. 

“Oh, thank you,” the faintest trace of a blush rose on his cheeks. “I'd thought Nobility like you would have the greatest chefs in the country serving you.”

“My father cooks at home. He says with meat as fresh as ours, any spices would be an insult to its flavor.” I spoke his exact words, hearing his voice in my head. It was obvious saying a statement like that would never be true, no matter how many times he said it.

“That’s bollocks. Clearly you agree with me then,” he chewed on his food with his mouth open. While normally a disgusting act, it seemed almost endearing. 

“I do. I think if you cooked like this every night, I’d be the happiest person in all of England.”

Eventually the conversation dimmed, and our bowls emptied. The sun had long since set and the faint song of crickets could be heard outside. I cleaned the table and scrubbed the two bowls in the washbasin. 

“You can sleep on the couch or share the bed with me.” Simon scratched behind his ears. I dried my hands with a towel and stepped towards the bed. Certainly it wouldn’t be immoral, seeing as Simon isn’t a human. It’s not like he’s a man, he’s just…a goat.

“We can share,” I said with a smile as I pulled the quilt aside. His sheets were inviting, surely this would’ve been much better than the couch. 

He walked about the cottage blowing out every candle, leaving only the one by the bedside. I felt my face heat up as he slipped off his shirt. My eyes traced along his abs. It’s not like it was an exclusively human thing to have muscles…

He slid beneath the quilt, mattress shifting under his weight. My jaw clenched as my eyes raked across his curls. I wanted to feel them, wanted to touch them. 

I didn’t even realize when my hand had left my side. My fingers carded through the long strands of hair on his chest. He turned on his side, facing me. His hand rested atop mine. 

“You’re so soft.” He mumbled, sliding his hand up my arm. My fingers trailed up his neck and to his hairless cheek. He was warm. I wanted to get closer. I pushed my body closer to him. 

My hand was on his back now, trailing lower until I reached his tail. He made a pained noise. I pulled my hand back, eyes studying his face. His eyes were closed in bliss, blush deepening into a red. 

His hands pushed under my shirt. A strangled whine escaped my throat. His eyes shot open, brows furrowing as he stared at me as if he was looking for something. He continued, brushing his hand over my ribs. My fingers skated up and down his back. 

Between my legs was a dull throbbing sensation. It pounded so hard that it made my head dizzy. I wanted him to quell it, wanted him to reach in and stop the feeling. 

I quickly pushed aside my thoughts. We were just unfamiliar with each others species is all…like petting a dog. 

I felt hot. I wanted to kick the quilt off and use his fur as warmth instead. Wanted him to lay beside me and keep me warm. Wanted his hands to stay where they were. 

His lips were against mine. I could taste the venison on his breath. His lips were soft and wet with saliva. Another small noise escaped me. He pulled back and pressed his forehead to mine. His hot breath fanned against my skin. 

“I’ve never done that before,” my fingers mindlessly toyed with the band of his shorts. 

“You’re a virgin?” He asked. My lips parted as if to speak and then closed again. How could he have known a concept like that? He must’ve been closer to human civilization than I thought. 

And what did that matter when this was just a creature. It’s not like anything counted. Right?

“Yeah, but-”

“Do you want to continue?” He asked, his hand brushing over my chest. The intimacy of his movements caused the throbbing to grow. I didn’t know what we were doing, but I wanted more of it. I didn’t want this feeling to end. I nodded my head. 

He pushed the quilt off of the both of us and moved to sit between my legs. His lips were back on mine and his hand was up my shirt again. 

“I want to make you feel good,” he mumbled against my skin. “Divine.” He grabbed my nipple between his thumb and index. The throbbing was almost unbearable now. I needed him, needed his hands there. 

“Can I take this off?” He tugged at my shirt. I nodded. I was burning up anyway. His shorts twitched when he tossed the shirt aside. I pushed my pants over my hips without a thought. My body was moving on its own as my urges took over. 

I squeezed my thighs together. My face felt hot as he pried my knees apart. His eyes went right to my core. He groaned, swiping a finger through the pooling wetness between my legs. 

“You’ve never-“ he stopped, realizing the answer. “How old are you?” He asked. 

“Twenty years.” I answered. 

“Awful cruel to never explain this to you, isn’t it.” He shook his head. “I bet your cunt’s throbbing, isn’t it?”

“I want you to touch me,” I whined.

“I will. Gonna get you nice and ready for my cock,” his fingers rubbed circles into my skin. I tossed my head back into the pillows. My voice unleashed itself. His fingers dulled the throbbing in my cunt, but I needed more. 

“Feel good? You like it when I play with your clit?” 

Clit. I repeated the word in my mouth. If that’s what was making me feel so good…

I nodded. He smirked and began circling my clit faster. I whined when he stopped. He put his fingers to his lips and licked over the digits. I felt embarrassed. I glanced away, feeling my face heat up even more.

“Look at me dear,” he gripped my chin with wet fingers. “You taste so good. I want you to feel good too,” he tenderly stroked my thigh with his fingers. “You trust me?”

“I do, Simon.” I answered quickly, knowing in my gut that he wouldn’t hurt me. “Is this…” I couldn’t say the words out of fear that I’d make it real. This had to be what sex was but… “Is this a sin?”

“That’s not real.” He shook his head, ears gently flapping with the movement. “This is real. What’s happening here,” he punctuated his words with a gentle poke against my stomach, “This is real. Nobody is going to get mad at us for this. It’s natural.”

I nodded, feeling the worry begin to slowly untangle itself from my thoughts. Simon moved to lay on his stomach. He nudged both of my legs over his shoulders. I could feel his breath against my core. 

I didn’t know what he was doing. My heart quickened as he leaned in, running his tongue against my cunt. I gripped his horns as a moan ripped itself from my chest. 

His tongue flicked against my clit. Each movement sent jolts of pleasure through my nerves. His tail swayed back and forth. He pulled away from my core. His eyes were half lidded and his cheeks were dampened.

“Do you want my fingers inside of you?” He pressed a wet kiss to my thigh. I didn’t really know what he meant, but everything he’d done so far felt amazing. I wanted more.

“Will it hurt?” I asked, letting go of his horns. 

“It might, but I promise it will feel good eventually.” Another kiss to my thigh. “If it hurts, I can put my mouth back on you. Distract you from the pain until you open up.”

“Okay,” I nodded. 

“You want it? Good,” His middle finger circled my entrance before gently slipping inside. It felt crampy, a little sharp as he pushed knuckle deep. His eyes locked onto mine, searching for any reaction in my face. 

“It hurts a bit,” I frowned. He quickly dove back in, flicking his tongue against me. His finger began to slowly thrust in and out of me. 

Slowly, the stretching ceased, melting into pleasure. The tip of his finger curled ever so slightly. I could feel it in my stomach. A different kind of pleasure than the one I got from his mouth. 

My hips rocked against his hand in sync with his movements. I needed more. Craved more. I cursed as he slipped another finger inside of me. This one didn’t hurt nearly as much. I felt the tension in my thighs slowly leave as he worked me open. 

His lips closed around my clit, and he gently sucked the sensitive skin into his mouth. My hands were back on his horns, gripping out of desperation. He grunted against my cunt. I choked out a sob as the vibrations pulled me deeper into pleasure. 

“You close?”

“To what?” I thought. It didn’t matter, because I was close. With every thrust of his fingers I felt as if my body was going to fall apart. As if I was a string of pearls about to break apart. 

I nodded. He smirked against my skin and added a third finger. This time I felt undeniably full. His tongue was back to flicking against my clit. My stomach clenched tightly, as if I were to burst. 

His lips were around me again.

Suddenly a wave of electricity washed over me. My toes and fingers spasmed, clenching around nothing. My face contorted into a pleasured grimace. Spots of white filled my vision. 

As the feeling dissipated I was left with a new sensation, relief. It was as if he’d pulled every bit of tension from my insides, leaving me with the airy feeling of euphoria. 

That was definitely it. That’s what he was talking about.

“That’s it, you did such a good job cumming for me,” he whispered against my thighs. He trailed kisses down my legs as he sat back on his shins. 

That was something I’d heard from the local brothel. I shoved the thought out of my head, not wanting to compare myself to those people.

He pushed his shorts down. This time I knew what I was looking at. 

His cock was stiff and leaking from the tip. His size was daunting. I didn’t know if I’d be able to take that. The mattress shifted as he stood. I followed him with my eyes as he walked into the kitchen and pulled out a small jar of clear contents. He came back to bed, screwing the lid off. He scooped a small amount onto his fingers and spread it over his length. I watched as he stroked himself, spreading the wetness over his shaft. 

“Aloe. It’ll make it feel better,” he explained, resting the jar on the nightstand. He pushed my knees back against my chest. I hooked my arms around my knees, keeping my legs in place as he lined himself up. 

He pushed the head of his cock past my entrance. Tears welled in my eyes as he bullied his way past my entrance. It stung even worse than his fingers. 

“Taking me so well, love,” he cooed as he rubbed his thumb in circles against my clit. My head spun at the nickname. 

I reached up, cupping his cheeks with my hands. I gently stroked his floppy ears with my thumbs. He pressed a chaste kiss to my temple before bringing his focus back to my cunt. He pushed forward. 

Suddenly, as if he hit the right angle, he slid in deeper. He groaned as he bottomed out. 

“There we go. Are you feeling okay?”

I was in awe. I didn’t know how he could disappear inside me like that. I nodded, crossing my ankles behind his back. I could feel his tail wagging. 

“Please keep going,” I said, but it came out as more of a whimper. 

His hips kept a slow and steady rhythm. If this is sex, I understood why it was a sin. It felt too good, additive even.

His cock knocked the air from my lungs. I knew I couldn’t stay like this much longer. Even though this had just begun, I was nearing my second climax. I could tell he was close with the way his tail twitched.

“Simon I’m close again,” I whined. 

“You’re so good- being so good for me.” He groaned. His hips moved as if they had a mind of their own. The slow pace became brisk and forceful. 

I cried out his name as I reached my peak. My back arched off of the mattress. Pain sparked in my thighs as my muscles tensed. I clenched around his cock. Static washed over me as I slowly came down from my high. 

Simon's hips stuttered and stilled as he came. An odd sensation of warmth grew inside of me. He pulled out, leaving me with the overbearing feeling of emptiness. 

His limbs tangled with mine as he curled up behind me. I ran my fingers through his damp fur.

I felt closer to him. The awkwardness and tension between us faded and turned into adulation. How could this be so bad?

Masterlist

[snorkling-in-sodasea]

New Thoughts on Blitzo

Warning, people who love Stolas should stay away. And okay, so I've been through tumblr, I heard about the new episodes, and I even saw the trailer for the rest of season 2. I gotta say, I have a new perspective on Blitzo. At the very least, I'm feeling sorry for him

Not that the situation with Stolas was never anything to brush off. To be exact, from the very beginning, I was more infuriated at Blitzo's behavior. The shit he did to Moxxie and to an extent Millie, the shit he did to Verosika, to Fizzarolli, to Barbie. Really, to me, the crap that Blitzo did was far more noticeable to be than the crap Stolas was doing. Like a favorite child and an unfavorite to an abusive parent. Yeah, you'd think it's super obvious who has it good just by looking at it, but you end up missing how the favorite child suffers, too, from their position. In this case, I paid more attention to the the unfavorite child's acting out that I didn't notice how problematic the favorite really was.

Hearing what I heard, though... and seeing the trailer. Well, Blitzo's situation with Stolas has gotten worse and worse over time. Now it's reached a point where not only can I not look at it and think nothing of it anymore, but I actually feel bad for Blitzo. Really, being guilt tripped and attacked over and over to get with the one who made you feel like it really is just about sex, someone who would get mad at you for not loving them like they wanted when you fail their test... that's something I wouldn't want to wish on my worst enemy. No matter how much I hate Blitzo, I wouldn't wish this on him.

Even without that, there's so much ACTUAL shit that Blitzo has done that warrants the relentless attack that the trailer showed snippets of. Stalking, harassment, video taping and watching people have sex without even their knowledge, let alone their consent, breaking and entering, maxing out credit cards and leaving debt for others to take care of, leaving someone to highly likely die regardless of the reasons for doing so, tracking someone down for a week straight regardless of whether or not they want to see you and make THEM the bitch for the voluntary week-long search, and constant insulting and belittling and sheer disrespect in general... yet the thing that Blitzo is gonna ever be held accountable for is not being in love with Stolas. What the fuck? It's like the show's writers are saying that not being in love with someone is the only real crime down there in Hell

And yeah, for the two paragraphs above, I said 'test'. Because ultimately, at seeing that sneak peek of that 'duet', that's what it feels like Stolas's end. That he just wants to see that he doesn't really need the grimoire to have Blitzo. What's more, Stolas clearly has his expectations. He says things like 'can' and 'could' when dreaming about that little fairytale ending with Blitzo that he wants but from the way he carries himself, it's like he's taking it for granted that he will get that fairytale ending. I guess his test will just be something like a formality instead of a test, now that I think about it

I legitimately will never understand people who sees this show as a masterpiece that's perfection representation and all that jazz. If they can enjoy it, fine, but when I hear praise like that, it feels like to me like you're drinking water and you claim it's actually liquidized macaroni and cheese. With no flavor packets with a mac-and-cheese flavor at all

[anyu-blue]

And so comes another year...

I'm living proof that support networks mean everything. And when you don't have them, you can become a shell of what you could have been.

I was a person said to have so much potential. One of the most intelligent among my peers. Capable of great things. But. I was also one of the strangest and so with that came a complete lack of support and helping hands.

I've never wanted to simply be supported without giving back. I've ever demanded that it is an equal thing. I support you, you support me, and vise versa. And, I understood that support didn't and doesn't have to be the exact same thing back and forth, in fact it's many different things that each of us can uniquely offer to one another that porivides balance.... however trying to communicate that, I failed because of being too strange.

So many people all told me I demanded too much. I wasn't able to help them understand what I meant vs what they thought I meant until it was far too late. And, by that time, all of them had given up or been driven away by their own ideas instead of sitting down to clarify or share their own thoughts on what I was saying. The only people who remain and have made any efforts and actually DO understand now are the people who couldn't run from me. My sisters.

I'm grateful they see what my intentions were and have always been. Finally. How I only wished to be kind, not overbearing or "love bomb"-y.. as I know things came across as red flags. And they know I learned to expect next to nothing in return, just that I was honest about wanting and needing some reciprocation of some sort in return- As ALL humans do.. and receive in healthy relationships. But ASKING for it was too much.. being obvious about needs and wants is wrong, somehow... and it means that any support I should have received in return for supporting.. crumbled..

I do not have support. I do not have community. When my energy and ability to provide failed me, so too did the illusion of any support I could have received.. that I hoped for... because people thought I needed more than they could give. And others didn't want to expend the energy on me that they had for others. I'm too draining for them even if I sit quietly and ask for nothing. I have "an air of expectation" about me... when I don't even know what I've done to make it that way or to deserve nothing when I worked so hard for them.

Its the same story... sometimes people were afraid they could never live up to what I gave them, so they left me behind out of that fear of failure.. sometimes people believed I didn't deserve what I wanted or needed at the time.. sometimes people didn't want anything more out of a relationship than to be supported themselves..

This is the story of my life. And why I can't seem to bring myself to... reach.

So much potential. But without support or people to cheer as I cheered for them... anyone capable of great kindness and energy I can borrow- freely offered, not demanded... I have none left for myself. And that is my mistake. I know it is. Having expended it all for those who could or would never give it back.

The state of the world is no help. How can anyone support others when it saps their energy away too?

I do. It's little. Being an ear or eyes for someone. If I have spare change, offering it or something sweet.

The little things...

But I ask one thing. I ask one task of two people.. and one promises to do it for me.. and fails. Waits until it's too late.

It just shows me I cannot expect or hope for anything when I ask or simply show a need or anything of the sort that regular humans are SUPPOSED to do that I just don't understand.

I asked for a cake... for my birthday tomorrow.

I gave what kind. How to do it. Flavors. Where to do it. Because I was asked what I wanted for my birthday and how to go about it because they'd never done it before.

And still.

I don't get it.

It was never ordered.

...

I got a text this afternoon of my sister asking if it's okay it is ready on the 24th because she hasn't ordered it. Still. Even after I reminded her again and again and again whenever SHE brought it up, as I am SUPPOSED to be patient and unexpectant, they take orders in advance. Up to a month. Even after I told her exactly how to do it when she asked because she didn't understand. Where to go. Step by step. When I told them months in advance, "this is what I want for my birthday." When they asked.

No.

It's not okay.

Because it was never about the cake in the first place. But feeling loved. Feeling important. Feeling heard. Having someone return what I've given... even if I was asked to help them get there.

She wanted to do this, she said. I believe her and offered all the support I could in this task.. and still.. I'm not good enough to be given anything in return. Not until it's too damn late. Not until they have my PERMISSION which I've already given them, but apparently not.

I am without support.. and have no will to put myself out there in any other way anymore.

Everything I want or could do takes too much time and energy and will inevitably backfire because it's not amazing or vetted by peers.. because asking anything is too much, needing anything is not important against others' needs, and wanting? How selfish could a person like me get?

Maybe this is hell and the punishment I brought on myself. I would be little surprised.

It still hurts.

Especially the desire and hope... and lack of support and equality.

[zutraeumen]

Turning Point

The air carried the rich, earthy scent of damp soil as Julian knelt beside the raised garden bed, carefully running his fingers through the leaves of his basil plants. The morning rain had left everything damp, the moisture clinging to the greenery in shimmering beads, and he brushed a few droplets off the delicate leaves before pinching off a sprig. The scent was unmistakable, bright and sharp with a depth that reminded him of summer kitchens and freshly made pasta sauces. He had nearly forgotten how much he loved working with fresh ingredients.

Gardening had not been something he had planned to take up, but Adele had suggested it one evening over dinner, offhandedly remarking that he might enjoy growing his own herbs and vegetables. He had scoffed at the time—there was a part of him that still resisted the idea of enjoying things just for the sake of it—but something about the suggestion had settled in his mind. A few weeks later, he had gone out, purchased supplies, and started planting.

As he pulled up a few sprigs of thyme, his thoughts drifted back to Hawthorne. They had a garden there, too—meticulously maintained, perfectly curated, every leaf and stem placed with purpose. It had been a source of pride, a place where ingredients were grown not just for their flavor but for the philosophy they represented. Everything was intentional. Everything had meaning.

This garden, though, was different. Smaller. Imperfect. There was no grand vision here, no carefully measured aesthetic, just him and the plants, growing as they pleased. He found that he didn't mind the difference. Maybe, in a way, it was better this way.

Julian stood, feeling his knees pop, then brushing dirt from his hands before gathering the herbs into a small bundle. He turned toward the house, already thinking about how he might use them, but the scent of something acrid in the air made him pause.

Smoke.

He stepped inside quickly, following the smell to the kitchen, where he found Adele standing at the stove, waving a dish towel frantically in front of the smoking pan. Whatever had been cooking was beyond saving—blackened, unidentifiable, and now filling the air with a sharp, burnt scent.

Adele turned at the sound of his footsteps, looking both guilty and defiant at once. "I had it under control," she said before he could even open his mouth.

Julian raised an eyebrow, setting the bundle of herbs down on the counter. "Clearly. What exactly were you trying to make?"

"Dinner," she said, as if it should have been obvious. "I thought I'd try something more complicated than pan-seared chicken."

His gaze flicked over the mess—what appeared to be a failed attempt at pan-seared chicken, a pot of pasta that had boiled over, and a cutting board littered with unevenly chopped vegetables. She had tried. She had genuinely tried.

And she had failed spectacularly.

Something about that realization softened him.

She had never needed to cook, not with him around. She had hired him for that exact reason—or so he had thought. But now, as he looked at the disaster in front of him, he realized the truth: it wasn't just about convenience. She had hired him because she didn't know how to cook. She had relied on him completely, not out of preference, but necessity. And tonight, she had tried to change that.

Julian stared at the disaster in the pan. "Do you not... know how to cook?"

There was a beat of silence before she sighed. "Not really. I usually get by on very simple things or takeout."

It was a strangely disarming admission.

"Okay," he said, exhaling slowly. "Let me show you."

Adele looked up at him, surprised. "You want to teach me?"

He nodded. It felt... right. He had spent so long without purpose, without direction, just floating through the motions of this strange, quiet life she had given him. But here, in this moment, he had something tangible to offer. It wasn't just about food. It was about agency, about finding something he could do for her in return.

She stepped aside as he took over, sliding the ruined off the pan and starting fresh. "Cooking isn't about following rules," he said as he cracked new eggs into the pan. "It's about understanding the process. Knowing how things react to heat, how flavors blend. You need patience."

Adele crossed her arms, watching him closely. "I'm patient."

Julian smirked faintly. "Not with food, clearly."

She huffed but didn't argue. Instead, she listened as he walked her through simple techniques—how to properly heat the pan, how to season the chicken without overdoing it, how to let it sear without moving it too soon. He talked as he worked, his hands moving instinctively, muscle memory guiding him through motions he had performed thousands of times before. And somewhere in the back of his mind, an old memory surfaced—

He was thirteen, standing in a tiny apartment kitchen, the scent of onions and garlic filling the air. His mother had been exhausted from work, barely holding herself upright at the dining table as he plated the food, unsure if it was good enough, if it was anything more than just an experiment. But then she had taken a bite, and her tired face had softened, a smile breaking through the weariness. She had told him it was the best thing she'd ever eaten. He hadn't believed her, not really, but in that moment, it had felt like something. Like purpose.

He blinked, pushing the memory aside as he guided Adele's hands, showing her how to test if the chicken was done. When she finally plated the meal—simple, but properly cooked—there was a quiet satisfaction in her expression that made him pause. He had given her something tonight, something small but meaningful.

They sat at the table together, their plates between them. Adele took a bite, considering. "It's better than my first attempt."

"That's a low bar."

She smirked, nudging him with her foot under the table. "Let me have my moment."

He allowed it.

He watched her as she ate, something warm settling in his chest. This was different. This was the first time he had actively reached for connection rather than passively existing within the one she had given him. It was a shift so subtle he almost didn't recognize it, but it was there. He wanted to teach her, to share something with her, to see her improve at something under his guidance. It wasn't obligation. It wasn't just something to do. It was... care.

That thought shook him more than he wanted to admit.

Adele, for her part, felt something shift as well. Julian had always been guarded, existing within his own walls, but tonight, he was different. He was engaged, invested in her in a way she hadn't seen before. Watching him teach her, seeing his focus, his patience—it made her realize just how much she valued his presence, how much she enjoyed having him here.

Adele set her fork down, looking at him. "Thank you."

He met her gaze. "For what?"

"For teaching me. For not laughing. For being patient. For... this."

For a moment, he didn't know what to say. So he just nodded, letting the moment settle between them, warm and quiet.

Something had changed. And for the first time, he wasn't entirely sure he minded.

[driftingjazzbard]

Kamui had went grocery shopping since he planned on cooking for his sister later. However, she insisted on tagging along to help as if he couldn't handle it himself. Didn't really matter, the company was nice either way.

When he went to check what potatoes to get, he had picked one up and looked at his sister. "Wow Kagura, this looks juuuuust like your face."

He got the exact reaction he wanted which made him smirk with amusement. "Asshole, YOUR face looks like a potato." Kagura yelled before throwing a tomato at him, he dodged without much effort putting a few potatoes into his shopping cart.

Kagura kept throwing things at him, but they kept missing because of Kamui's reflexes. "Huh, what else should I get? Oh." He was purposely acting more focused on the shopping knowing his sister was pissed off.

When he went to reach for a container of oil, Kagura had thrown another tomato at him that missed once again, and given her strength there was a loud splat when it hit the unsuspecting person behind Kamui.

They both looked, and Kamui had somewhat recognized her, but not by much. He tends to be forgetful when it came to people he didn't really care about.

"Oh, you're that one girl." He'd say, very obviously forgetting her name. Then he'd hold back a snort of laughter by covering his mouth. He was smirking though that much is obvious.

"Wow Kagura, you got a good shot at everyone except me. Great job lil sis!" Amusement accompanies his words which pissed her off even more.

"Shut up, I never would have hit her if you had let me hit that stupid face of yours! This is your fault!"

Erin probably wasn't getting an apology.

@lostusagis

"My belongings really are at risk around you it seems." Of course she was wearing a white top, very delicate, with a cute little necklace to set it off. Summery and light, and she'd felt very pretty before being painted with tomato innards. Now she was just feeling resigned. He'd helped her...he'd helped her more than he'd needed to really, but apparently this man was just attracted to chaos.

Though the scene did make her smile a little bit.

"Granted this one wasn't directly your fault, though I have younger siblings too so I'm fully aware you probably earned it somehow." She smiled at the young lady, even as she pulled a couple wet wipes out of her purse to attempt to mitigate the damage to her blouse.

Gracie was the wild card, but Annie was the one with the temper, more likely to act out in her youth...these days she was concerned with her reputation, however, so she'd likely not have a big scene in public. The memories rose unbidden in her mind, probably contributing to her tolerance for the crimes against her clothing.

"My name is Erin," she spoke to the girl Kagura, nodding politely. "Your brother broke my motorcycle. He was helping me, however, so I sort of had to forgive him."

She didn't know whether that would continue the argument or change its flavor in some aspect, but she imagined it might. One could find almost any reason to embarrass a younger or elder sibling...bar one of course. Sawyer, to her memory, had never so much as had a bad hair day. Her beautiful, gracious, perfect sister.

Who probably had never been pelted with a tomato either, albeit accidentally.

"Well good thing the stain remover is a few aisles over..."

[pipipyuni]

Hiii💗 are you able to write a oneshot/scenario of human!Jake x FEM! Scientist! reader?( Their already dating btw) you can ignore this if you'd like,there's just barley any human Jake on here😭 Thank you!

All Mine, Forever and Always

wc: 830

gender: fem

cw(s): decent amount of cursing, mentions of (unintentionally) not eating

pairing: human!jake sully x human!reader

an: i hope you enjoy this short little thing! i definitely had fun writing it, that's for sure!!

content can be read below the cut!

There’s an evident pout on your lips as you slump against the lab table. “I just don’t get it!” You sigh dramatically, picking your head up when Norm scolds you for nearly knocking down some test tubes containing some local fauna.

You hold up three fingers to his face, “Three years! It took me three years in college to learn a language! And it only took you, what, a month?!”

Jake snorts, rolling over to your side of the table to place a kiss on your temple while his hand rubs soothing circles into your back, “Two months, actually.” You let out a groan at his obvious displays of faux sympathy.

“Don’t pity me, Sully!” You scowl at him, but lay your head on his shoulder regardless. He’s gotten thinner, you note offhandedly, gaze drifting to his unshaven jaw. His cheeks are sunken and his eyebags have grown darker since you’d last checked.

Before you can comment on his appearance, he barks out a laugh, “Guess I’m just better at learning languages than you.” Now it’s your turn to laugh, playfully shoving at his shoulder as you stand to stretch your tight muscles.

“Nah, maybe you’re just a shit teacher. If I had a teacher like Neytiri, I’m sure I’d learn Na’vi twice as fast as you.” 

“I’m pretty sure you’d just complain to me about her like you did back in college.”

“No, I wouldn’t–”

“It would go something like: ‘How was I supposed to know that door and shit had the same spelling?!’” He flailed his hands dramatically, unironically imitating the exact reaction you had just a few years prior.

“...Do they though?”

He gives you an odd look in response.

Sticking your tongue out at him, you make your way over to the fridge. It’s painfully empty and the only thing worthwhile is a half-eaten tube of food with Norm’s name scrawled messily on a crumpled yellow sticky note on top.

“Hey Norm,” you call out, eyes never leaving the tube in search of any signs of mold or decay. The man in question hums in response. “It alright if I take this?” He looks up with a raised brow, lips parted in silent protest when he sees the food held haphazardly in your palm. He can only sigh once he sees your worried gaze focused on none other than Jake.

He swallows the complaints bubbling within his throat, “Yeah, it’s fine.” He could survive a day or two without food. 

Would it be painful?

Yes, absolutely, but he can’t bear to see you hunched over Jake’s link pod, checking his breathing, his vitals–everything, really, when he goes for hours on end in his avatar body, only to return for a brief moment before being off again.

He can’t help but watch the two of you fondly, though his nose wrinkles when you place an audible kiss on Jake’s forehead. 

Jake merely rolls his eyes at Norm’s aversion to your affection, turning his gaze back to you in a silent plea. You comply happily with a chaste kiss to his admittedly chapped lips. Their still his though, and that’s all that matters.

You find it funny that his nose still crinkles when he takes a bite from the tube. He nearly spits it out, but one stern glare from you has him reluctantly swallowing the tasteless substance.

“The hell is this anyway?” He mumbles when the tube is finally empty after what feels like an eternity (it had really only been about two minutes). You offer a shrug, managing to snag the packaging back from his clenched fist.

“Says it's…Peach flavor?” You lick your lips as your brows furrow in a mix of amusement and confusion, ��Didn’t know these things came with flavors.”

“No wonder it tastes like ass.” You stare at him for a moment. He stares back knowingly. Small giggles fall past your lips at first, followed swiftly by peels of hearty laughter.

As you laugh at his elementary-level remark, Jake takes a moment to admire your features. He watches your shoulders shake, and how the curve of your smile is so wide he’s almost worried it’ll split your face in two. He watches the way your chest heaves for gasps of air, even though he knows his joke wasn’t funny enough to warrant this kind of reaction. But, most of all, he watches as the hand-crafted ring glints beneath the early Pandoran sun when you lift your hand up to quell your fit of laughter.

How could someone like him ever manage to land someone as brilliant and beautiful as you?

“Maybe Neytiri is right, you really are a skxawng, you know that?” 

Jake rolls his eyes playfully, smiling proudly at your pronunciation before pulling you by the shoulder into his side and mumbling lowly into the crown of your head, “But I’m you’re skxawng, right?”

Nuzzled comfortably against him, you can’t help the small, breathless laugh that falls from your lips, “Mhm…All mine.”

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[masterlist]

[80linesofvirgil]

Genuinely hope this isn't too weird or personal or a rant but here goes

Recently I've been having a bit of a sexuality crisis and I don't know what's going on. I'm a cis woman and I've never had any interest in men at all for my entire life and knew I wanted to be with a woman, I was completely confident I was gay because I just never felt anything toward men that I do women. But recently I have this one male friend who I'm very good friends with and he recently asked me out on a date. I've known him for a while and looking back, it's embarrassingly obvious that I had a crush. Like I quite literally described it as a platonic crush to one of my friends and compared it to the exact same feelings as a romantic one and I would not shut up about him and how he's an amazing, wonderful person, which he absolutely is.

And I've had crushes on women before which was probably why I was... in denial, for lack of a better phrase? And I didn't want to ruin anything I had with him as a friendship, I had no idea how I felt, and apparently every single one of our mutual friends realized that something was up except for me. He also knows I'm some flavor of not-straight even if I've never explicitly been "hi I'm a lesbian" just because it's never come up in conversation and he's cool with that, even if he's straight himself. But he's such a nice and amazing person and I'm really excited for whatever might happen and I feel like even if it doesn't work out romantically he'd still be a great friend.

I never had the "oh my god am I gay" sexuality crisis, I was just always gay and confident in that about myself, and to make things even worse, I'm not publicly out but basically all my friends do know that I thought I was lesbian and it's actually kinda hard trying to be like "yeah I thought I was gay too, apparently I'm straighter than I thought" but this is an incredibly recent development, I still feel more comfortable with a lesbian label than bi or pan or anything but I'm completely and hopelessly attracted romantically to a man and I feel like I've lost the right to use that label as someone who is apparently NOT exclusively attracted to women when up until about a week ago, I spent my entire life thinking I was. And everything that's going on all of a sudden is just weird and confusing and frustrating and there's a lot of good stuff and a lot of not-so-good stuff all associated with this.

So I dunno, if you have any sort of advice or anything to say, I'm not sure, I just feel like I need to talk about this somehow and try to figure out who I am and how I'm feeling, and this is really hard

Girl just kiss him and see what happens. You could get hit by a truck tomorrow. Yolo

[kiisaes]

Hey, i’d like to hear some of your bakudeku/katsudeku headcannons since i saw some and they’re so cute😭💞i love your art so much, it’s amazingg keep it up!!

ty !!! 🙏

I'll be honest I don't really have any headcanons off the top of my head. I have to think really hard about those I like but usually I can point at a preexisting one and go "haha yes I like this one" without thinking of it myself =v=

I think my biggest hc rn - and it's kind of controversial bc ik ppl have different opinions on it - is that deku is just flat out gay. like that's his sexuality, he only likes men. I used to hc him as bi and I campaigned pretty hard for it, and regarding fandom ships I still don't mind shipping him with girls. (tbh with fandom ships, I kind of just disregard a character's sexuality hc entirely bc I'm a multishipper who thinks crack ships are fucking great.)

but vibe wise, as well as putting canon into perspective, he just feels so gay to me. he screams comphet. he's got some vague internalized homophobia where he's totally supportive if u're gay, but HE'S not gay. and there's no way he can be even though he very well could be. like just think about it. he was really only so shy and nervous around girls bc he's literally never interacted with one casually before high school. and after he got close to 1A and could, you know, talk to women, he lost any deeper attraction in them. literally what happened with him and ochako. that's just how I feel anyway, but he won't admit his natural drift towards men (bkg) and his emotional hangups on men (bkg). he hangs out with men (bkg) way too much for him to have any serious interest in women imo

anyway this is just my take, you can hc deku as whatever sexuality you want!!! I still think bi deku has so much flavor like yass be the disaster bi u were meant to be!!! but gay deku just speaks more to me nowadays, I guess

ok upon thinking long and hard, I have come up with these silly hcs as well:

they are both bad at verbalizing their feelings. dk is overall horrible with emotions that pertain to himself so he just doesn't dwell on his very obvious crush on bkg. he just thinks that it's normal to be obsessed with another man. like lol hes been doing it since he was a baby. it's not anything more. he is NOT gay. straight men can appreciate everything about another man and more! just bestie things! and bkg has accepted in his heart that he is gay for dk but u are NOT going to hear him say it. sorry but that man does not know how to even start a convo about this. he'd probably want to, but knows he'd fuck it up and dk would miss the point. he'd probably just tell dk to fight him and then make out somewhere down the line bc it's easier and less embarrassing to him. little does he know, HE'S embarrassing and I hate him.

so u know the whole "bkg is an early bird and dk is a night owl" hc? and how it's technically canonically wrong? yeah. I'm obsessed with how wrong it is. bkg going to bed early and waking up late is so real of him. he just really fucking loves to sleep, and dk is the exact opposite. man goes to bed late and wakes up at 5 in the morning. he gets like 3 hours of sleep maximum and he's functioning perfectly. god I wish I were him

that one adhd vs autism meme but it's bkdk. u get to choose which ones which. maybe they're both

dk has dimples, one on each cheek! maybe bkg has one too. who knows

this is one I just thought of right now but it's like. part of the fandom bible that bkg can cook and dk cannot. however. I think dk can cook ok - fine enough to sustain himself - but bake REALLY WELL. bkg can cook bc he's "a natural" who can easily figure out exactly how to cook and spice foods. he doesnt need to follow a recipe to a T, he can just figure it out himself. dk can bake bc I'd imagine baking, with their meticulous recipe requirements, are easier to comprehend for him. he takes a shitton of notes on the daily, u can't tell me he'll eagerly read and jot down shit so his pastries turn out well. he'd prefer following step by step than winging it. does this make sense. words are hard

I always like drawing bkdk pretty close in height. ik lots of bkdks like a height difference but I prefer when rivals are pretty equal, and that includes how tall they are

dk's hands are coarser than bkg's, except around the palms, where bkg canonically has thick skin (so I'd assume there's some callouses there)

I like to think that bkg is good at basically anything, considering how he's a perfectionist. give him something to do and one week to do it, and he'll have a new skill under his belt. but there's a few things he can't do that trip him up so bad and make him so angry. like to me he definitely doesn't know how to whistle or roll his Rs. he just physically cannot. they're such pointless abilities but he hates how he can't do them. especially bc dk can definitely do both

dk keeps calling bkg "kacchan" bc it reminds him of a simpler time :') it makes him feel more connected to bkg than he initially is, and tacitly tells the class that he knows bkg best. also bc bkg never told him to stop so like ... why should he stop now. lol. and ALSO bc he's waiting to see how far he can go before bkg snaps. little does he know, bkg never snaps about "kacchan" bc that's dk's name for him. it reminds him that dk is always there, always calling out for him. and recently, it's a reassurance that he's still here, against all odds

ending this list with a classic but dk's favorite food is katsudon bc it reminds him of kacchan's name (KATSUdon vs KATSUki)

hope this is a good enough hc list anon!

[youta]

YOUR NAME?

‣ kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader. coffee shop!au. it's all just a little awkward. wc: 935.

no matter how familiar you are with it, the smell of coffee never fails to remind you of home. it’s funny how kuroo tetsuro made you feel the exact same way.

“good morning. what can i get for you today?” the deep voiced barista asks, greeting you with a warm smile. looking up, you see a handsome, black haired guy standing behind the counter. suddenly, it feels as if the temperature has risen, and heat creeps up on your neck.

“morning!” you give him a small smile, and look at the menu above him. furrowing your brows, you read the names of the drinks, and prices.

they look cute, kuroo thinks, his gaze lingering on your face, his lips forming an amused smirk.

“an iced coffee, please,” you sigh, settling down with your everyday drink.

“alright. what flavor?” he asks, while focusing on the screen in front of him, tapping in your order.

“uh, vanilla?” you say without thinking; it isn’t your favorite. kuroo, you read his name tag, slowly nods, adding it to your order. he thinks about something for a second, then decides to ask.

“okay. what’s your name?” he blurts out, making you look at him with curious eyes. “oh, for the cup i mean,” he makes up a lame excuse at the last second, hoping you don’t know they don’t actually write names on the cups. his face flushes, slightly giving him away.

“y/n,” you answer, and still don’t quite get his intention.

“anything else?”

“no, thank you,” you shake your head, then fish your purse out of your bag. he tells you the total, and you hand him the money; your fingers slightly touch.

after paying, you walk to the other side of the counter, where you get your coffee. a few minutes went by, when kuroo put your drink down on the counter, paired with a straw.

“thank you,” you pick it up, and wave goodbye. that was awkward, you think. your cup did not have your name written on it. your body lightly shakes with laughter, but you try your best to not embarrass him. it was a little cute, you have to admit.

—

“he asked for your name?” suga laughs, listening to you talk. he works in the café you bought your coffee from, so you decided to share the awkward story with him. you’ve been living with him for a few months, gossiping and telling stories was an everyday thing during dinner.

“yeah. i feel like he hoped i didn’t know you guys don’t do that,” you giggle. “i mean, he’s cute. i didn’t really mind,” you shrug your shoulders, and suga looks at you in surprise.

“oh? cute? do you have a little crush?” he wiggles his eyebrows, getting a punch on the arm from you.

“stop. he’s just good looking, okay?” you pout, trying to deny your obvious attraction towards the barista.

“wait, what’s his name again?” koushi suddenly asks.

“oh, right, it’s kuroo,” you answer, remembering his name tag. what a fitting name, you think.

“you should have started with that,” he exclaims, putting the pieces together in his head. “kuroo mentioned that there’s a customer he found cute before,” he adds, a mischievous smile forming on his lips.

“he did?” your voice sounded more high pitched than usual; your best friend’s sentence caught you off guard. as if a light bulb lit over his head, he looks over at you with excited eyes.

“what if i set up the two of you on a date?” suga shares his, he thinks immaculate, idea.

“why would you do that?” you cock your head to the side, looking at him with squinted eyes.

“are you really… just trust me,” he waves it off with a playful smile.

and you did.

—

when you walk in, the cafe is already losing its afternoon momentum; customers are beginning to leave, tables are being wiped down, and tired workers are looking forward to closing the shop. it’s almost easy to spot the familiar dark haired guy that’s behind the counter, working on a drink for no one in particular— there’s no one else around. wordlessly, you walk up to him and stand there for a few seconds before he notices you staring at him. sometimes, you can forget how good he looks, especially today.

“oh, hi,” kuroo turns around, greeting you with a small wave. he finishes up the vanilla flavored coffee, and places it in front of you wearing a proud smile on his face.

“you really didn’t have to,” you giggle, which soon turns into laughter; he wrote your name on it with a sharpie.

“but i wanted to,” he insists, while getting ready to leave. until he disappears into the staff room to change, you sip from your drink. maybe you do like vanilla.

kuroo comes back without wearing the usual apron, in everyday clothes. the slight awkwardness from both sides, and not knowing how to start a conversation leaves you in silence. leaving the cafe, you shiver from the cool breeze, despite the layers you are wearing.

“the weather-“

“i actual-“ you start talking at the same time as him. he lets out a low laugh, which finally breaks the tension.

“let’s go somewhere warm, okay?” he offers, as his lips tug into a soft smile.

“sure,” you nod.

tetsuro brings up many topics to talk about, as you row the darkening streets together. fallen, crispy leaves adorn the road, flickering street lights painting long shadows behind you. your first impression of him wasn’t too far away from reality, but he’s definitely much more interesting than what you thought.

maybe this date wasn’t a bad idea, after all.

[lizhly-writes]

The age swap orv snippets are awesome. It was funny to see gilyoung and yuseoung sorta fight over dokja in that au too. I wonder how that would progress honestly. Plus in the Canon x ageswapbi wonder how young gilyoung reacts to older gilyoung.

thank you thank you!  wow, i think that might have been one of the first few snippets i wrote up?  yeah, the way i approach this au is ‘the more things change, the more things stay the same’.  even though the situation is very different, there are still nice little parallels to canon. keeps the flavor the same.  like lgy-and-sys’s bickership.  i'm glad that turned out entertaining.

how will it progress?  who knows!  i rarely plan anything out - it is very hard for me to write anything in chronological order, and this au in particular is one that i really don’t have a ‘true’ plot in mind.  i have ideas, but because of the previous point, it’s really hard for me to declare anything ‘canon’ for this au.

also: you have, inadvertently, prompted me. i've hit inspiration (or perhaps the other way around)! so -- here you are. ageswap x canon, both versions of lgy and kdj in the same place at the same time.

...

“Wow, you’re tiny,” the younger Lee Gilyoung says as he circles Kim Dokja, clearly fascinated with the child version of his own caretaker. He looks back, every few seconds, at the older version of Kim Dokja as if he’s trying to track the logical progression from one to the other. At least, that’s what Lee Gilyoung (the elder) assumes he’s doing. After all, Lee Gilyoung did the exact same thing when he saw the much older Kim Dokja; he doubts that the desire to catalogue the differences between two theoretically identical things is what changes between them through the years.

“Hey,” Kim Dokja says, indignant. “I’m a normal height for my age—”

“You’re short,” Lee Gilyoung (the younger) says confidently. He ignores Kim Dokja’s sputtering to beam in the adult Kim Dokja’s direction. “Look, Hyung, I’m taller than you!”

“Does that count?” Kim Dokja (the elder) says, his voice very dry. “You’re taller than him. You’re not taller than me.”

“I don’t think it matters,” Lee Gilyoung says, voice just as dry. “When he hits twenty-eight, he’s going to be taller than you.” He gestures at himself and the few centimeters he has over Kim Dokja (28 years old).

“Now that’s not—”

“Really?” the child version of Lee Gilyoung says, looking between Kim Dokja (28) and Lee Gilyoung. Well, Lee Gilyoung supposes the height difference isn’t obvious. Right now, he isn’t standing close enough to this Kim Dokja for it to be easily apparent, especially with the white fog of this scenario space around swirling around.

Lee Gilyoung walks forward agreeably, until he’s exactly next to the older version of Kim Dokja. Like this, it’s much easier to see his younger self’s face. He’d been standing far back enough that he only had a vague impression of it. Now, he’s close enough to see every detail.

Which means he’s close enough to see the child’s face completely shut down.

“… Dad?” says the younger version of himself, his voice very weak.

Lee Gilyoung flinches. So does the other Lee Gilyoung.

They both look like their father. If their histories line up correctly, that’s what they’ve both been told since they were very young. It’s definitely part of the reason why his mother’s side of the family never liked him much. Too much like that cheap, no-good asshole Sungmin, not enough their Youngmi. Every now and then, he’d hear shit about how they hoped his unfortunate face would look more like his mother when he got older, but he’d only looked progressively more and more like his father. On the few occasions where they’d crossed paths, Lee Gilyoung had flaunted it, just to watch their faces when he did.

Lee Gilyoung is now a full-grown adult. The resemblance should be especially strong now. Is especially strong now. He hadn’t thought about that in a very long time. Had been avoiding thinking about that, for a very long time.