#but make it temder

[plisuu]

hap fri beloved how about for connor x iron bull a skosh of lord huron cuz I love them: oh, go on, baby, hurt me tonight / haunted spirits that I know I saw / they see no ghosts in me at all

It's time to talk safewords, but Connor doesn't quite understand and Bull doesn't even know where to start unpacking it all.

tw: non-explicit sex talk, relationship trauma, shitty ex is shitty, implied past non-consent/revoked consent, past unhealthy/non-negotiated kink

wc: 900 @dadrunkwriting

Connor knew the rules of this game, of submission and compliance - when to give, when to take, how to turn off his thoughts and drift through the haze of pleasure and endure the sharp edge of pain. He was good at that, at accepting what he was given and pushing through the parts that bordered on unbearable. It was familiar, a dynamic he and Weston had explored and embraced.

"Outside this room, nothing changes."

That part was familiar too. Before, he was Knight-Captain. Here, he was the Inquisitor. Everything that happened between them, behind closed doors, was private—a dirty secret unbecoming of his station. He knew that, and he nodded along as Bull watched him closely.

"If you're ever uncomfortable—"

"I’ll be fine."

It was an automatic response. The wrong one, he realized, when Bull stopped talking to look at him, scrutinizing, scanning his expression. Connor glanced away, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks.

"I mean… I want to do whatever you want. You can do whatever you'd like," he tried to amend, turning more and more pink by the second in the wake of Bull's silence, his anxiety growing with each word. "I… I can handle it."

Bull remained quiet, and Connor tried to force his hands to still. Maybe Bull wanted more pushback - Weston never did, but Bull seemed like the kind of guy who might want a bit more fight. Or maybe it was just… too soon? Was this being too pushy? Connor began to assemble an apology, trying to piece together what he should apologize for, and then stopped himself. Maybe Bull was mad that he had been interrupted, maybe it would be better to just stay quiet and see, and hope he wouldn't suffer for it later.

"If you ever want me to stop," Bull started again carefully, "say 'katoh', and it's over."

"To… stop?"

"Yep. No questions asked."

"No questions asked?" he repeated the words blankly.

"Yeah. If you didn't trust me, I figure you'd've asked me to leave."

"That’s not—I do trust you." Is that what this was? That Bull didn't think he trusted him? That he needed an out?

Bull frowned at his hesitance. "If this doesn't work for you, don't worry about it." He moved to stand. “No hard feelings.”

"Please, don't go," Connor replied, the words tumbling from him, fast and breathless. He sounded desperate. He felt desperate as he grasped around blindly for an explanation he couldn't find. He needed this, needed it so badly that he felt his chest tighten and tears that threatened to spill at the idea of losing it so soon, just barely after he had finally mustered up the audacity to even ask. What did Bull want from him? Was this some kind of test?

"What's on your mind, boss?"

"I don't… Why would I ask you to stop?"

The look Bull gave him was unreadable. Connor felt an undercurrent of anger, a subtle shift in the room as Bull leaned back against the desk, causing the wood to creak under the strain and Connor shrank back slightly, wondering what he had said wrong. Every part of him was tense, waiting for Bull’s reaction, waiting for the inevitable reprehension, but Bull’s expression quickly returned to something more nonchalant and his posture relaxed. Connor wasn’t sure if that was better or worse as he shifted uncomfortably under the Qunari’s stare.

"You've done this before, yeah?" Bull asked.

Connor crossed his arms and then uncrossed them, fidgeting with the edge of his sash instead. "I know what I'm asking for, if that's what you're getting at."

"Never said you didn't, boss. What kind of rules did you have?"

“… Rules?”

"Yeah. You know, ‘don’t hit me in the face’ kind of of stuff."

"We didn't have any."

“And that worked for you?”

“I… yes?”

"Did you have a watchword?"

"A watchword…?"

Bull's knuckles grew whiter with each question as he gripped the edge of Connor's desk.

"How'd he know when to stop?"

His tone wasn’t accusing, but the rage that simmered beneath was barely concealed as Connor fumbled for an answer. With Weston, there was no stopping. He could sob and beg and Weston would sweetly wipe away his tears and tell him how pretty he looked and keep going. That's what submission was, wasn't it? The whole point was vulnerability and giving up agency and taking what was offered—even if it hurt, even if it left scars, or made it so his left hand sometimes went numb if he leaned on it wrong. If Weston wanted it, he was supposed to want it more, to be thankful for it, to suffer through it for the attention and the soft praise that came after.

"He… I never needed to. I could handle it."

Bull pushed himself up, and Connor flinched, turning his gaze to the floorboards. He didn’t move otherwise—only braced himself.

“I can handle it,” he corrected quickly, the words fading to a whisper. “Whatever you want to do, I can take it.”

He was surprised when the calloused warmth of Bull’s palm settled gently against his cheek.

“I know you can. But that’s not how this works.”

Connor’s brow furrowed in confusion. “I’m not fragile, Bull. I want this. I want you to use me.”

“Yeah,” Bull sighed. “Yeah, I know you do.”

[razzle-zazzle]

homestlu im so fucjing tired i dont remember anything so ramble abt ur favorite au OR an au u dont get to talk abt often

Mmmm I haven't talked about Undead Acrobat in a while. Anyway. This is entirely self indulgence but Dion can crack his joints to make them glow a little. It's not super noticeable and needs to be really dark for the glow to show up but Morris adds "Glowstick" to his list of nicknames for Dion.

[cloverandstuff]

Till fell in love with the kindness Mizi showed him, she was his comfort and hope. But when Till wasn't conscious, Ivan showed this tenderness and love that Till was so desperate to have. If Ivan acted on his feelings, do you think Till would be indifferent?

Dear god, you aren't making this easy for me-

TLDR; Ivan was already kind and acted on his feelings, and Till wasn't indifferent then. If he were affectionate consistently, Till wouldn't be indifferent and would maybe find a friend in Ivan.

Okay, Mizi was kind and bright and everything that Ivan seemingly failed to be on the outside. The kind of person that Mizi naturally was is what gave Till hope and solace. He found comfort in her cause she was the opposite of what his abusers were.

Mizi and Ivan are inherently different and Ivan can't be Mizi nor can he give off yhe same energy Mizi does.

But you are right, Ivan showed kindness and love and was protective over Till whenever Till was unconcious or not looking.

But I think we all forget, Ivan was definately and no doubt openly kind and loving to Till when he LITERALLY FREED HIM AND HELD HIS HAND WITH LAUGHTER AND GLEE AS THEY RAN FROM THE GARDEN-

Ivan was kind to Till and showed what he would do for him and what he could give and acted on his feelings and Till still chose Mizi.

It was a matter of who Till had first clocked in his little babyboy brain as his saviour and the person was Mizi.

Now here's the kicker; Till was never indifferent when Ivan was kind.

When Till ran back, he visibly showed regret and hesitance.

But Ivan never saw that and just assumed his kindness didn't matter to Till and that Till was indifferent to it.

If Ivan showed Till that kindness and temderness and love consistently, I do think that Till would find some sort of comfort in Ivan.

Not in the same way he found comfort in Mizi, which was borderline worship and definately love.

Ivan would've just been a friend, and until they escaped in this hypothetical, he would remain as such. Maybe even become his best friend.

[shukuchi-stew]

so, latest ep is so good, im high with THOTS again about roy and jamie, the boot room scene makes me laff but idk it also gives me the warm fuzzies to see jamie so comfy being vulnerable around and to roy, the hug especially gets me all mushy, he just trusted roy so much he melted into him, it was funny but the actions themselves are very temder to me

[continentalblue]

I think I would melt if I got a tender Yasammy kiss lol

[pure-pazaak]

on god i AM thinking about them! yes i am!

[therealactualasteratwood]

I tihnk,,, Griffin would make a very temder and caring lover..., tho

((And we’re back here.))

[linhardts-remade]

🌻🌻!!

1. i literally love hua cheng and xie lian so much like hc is so >:3 but like tender at the same time and he loves xie lian so much and hes given so much for xie lian to be happy and xie lian loves him too like he LOVES him and when theyre together theyre so sweet and temder and xie lian is such an ANGEL hes just so content and he always sees the good and hes so positive even though life has been AWFUL to him and despite it all he can still smile and be gentle with others like. veronica im going to cry

2. ive been thinking about getting new hobbies but i genuinely have no idea what to do like something catches my undivided attention for a week or two and then i cant make myself concentrate on it at all like. hmmmmm

[curecraft]

@i-miss-music-247

Before we talk about Iona, we should take a look at the rest of the team. If I were in charge of HaCha’s production, I would’ve made Hime the pink cure, and Megumi, Yuuko, and Seiji would’ve all ended up being on her team. It’s established in the first episode that Iona hates Hime, and throughout the series she’s rude to her. Now, I’m not saying that characters that are mean shouldn’t be a part of the main team, Mion from Pretty Rhythm is a perfect example of how I think Iona’s story could’ve been handled. But instead, she tries to split up the team, and with a very emotional Cure Princess as our leader, I don’t see her ever wanting to team up with Cure Fortune. Especially when the thing that makes Iona end up joining the team is Hime apologizing, while Iona just, doesn’t apologize??? Now, saying all that, I do think that Iona does have some worth in the original story. With the changes that I’ve made to the team dynamic, Hime would’ve used the cure cards in the midseason to save everyone in the Precure graveyard, showing Iona her growth. Iona would then give Maria her powers back, and that would be the end of her arc. Another way it could go, is having Cure Temder be a sort of mentor to the group, or even a part of it a la Cure Earth.

Now, for Cure Coral! When I heard the name Tropical Rouge, I was expecting a warm colour scheme (Pink, Red, Orange, Yellow, White) for our team. I was really hoping for an orange cure, and I’m just tired of purple cures (we’ve had a purple every year since Mahou Girls). Also, the colour coral is orange, so I think it would have been really cute

So, lately I’ve been thinking about a topic everyone hates: cure colours. And, I thought, why not combine it with something else everyone hates: “x character should’ve been a cure!!!”. Keeping those in mind, this is how I would retcon the entire franchise. Feel free to ask about any of my decisions, just don’t be rude thanks

[starsstruck]

I finally had the chance to read pt 6 of cb and my heart yearns for this story 🥺 like i found made smiling at random moments and it was all so tender, this story makes me feel so warm thank you for this masterpiece this story lives in my head rent free

warm and temder 🥺 please u have no idea what this means to me this was everything i wanted it to be !! oh to have something i wrote live in your mind u are making me 🥰🥰🥺💞💕 THANK U !!

[razzle-zazzle]

aviva is sick or cramping, how does martin take care of her

Quality time and paying attention to her needs. She says she needs the heating pad? He's already looking for it. Aviva asks for Stuffo? He'll go fetch the panda toy immediately. Martin'll grab things for her, spend time with her, or step into another room if she needs space.

Martin just wants to make sure his girlfriend's as comfy as possible when she's not feeling well, however he can.

[compassionlotion]

I don't know if any if you have noticed but lately i've been refrencing alot of Beyoncé's self titled album in my work. The album, dealing with themes of feminism, marriage, motherhood, sexual awakening and desirability, as well as insight into her personal life that we, as the general public found refreshingly candid. For the first time in her career, we found the impenetrable walls of virgo perfection come down and we loved her for it. For a moment, her vulerabilty took her off the pedestal and instead of seeing her as some kind of Demigod, she was Beyoncé Knowles from third ward, just a woman dealing with regular shit like the rest of us. After listening to it recently and falling completely in love with this body of work again, I began to draw parallels between her life and mine. Listening to "Mine" and completely feeling heard when she says "not feeling myself since I had the baby/are we gonna even make it" & it resonating so hard for me. While having a child is out of the question for me, as a black woman of the trans experience, dealing with feelings of inadequacy in relationships, feeling undesirable is so commonplace in a world that would have me believe the demonic lie that I would never be in an emotionally fulfilling relationship, that sex and imtimacy and temderness and compassion from a partner is a lofty ambition for a "chick with a D**k", OBVIOUSLY a lie from the pit of hell😭😭😭 And partition, where she so coyly says " Take all of me/ I just wanna be the girl you like/the kinda girl you like is right here with me" speaking truth to bottoms and all that get their kinks from submission, it just GAGGED me. A woman OWNING her sexuality and recognizing the power in knowing what you want and what you deserve in a sexual relationship. OWNING your right to an orgasm and to have your needs MET. For so many of us that concept is so completely lost. Comming into my own means owning my power as a woman, declaring what I need from a partner and owning my sexuality. Owning my right to cum at the hands of a lover. No substandard relationships, no shrinking myself, no denying my needs to suit another person. I am a woman awakened. (at New York, New York)

[razzle-zazzle]

what’s some more wk content that you’d like to see more of?

Zach fucking with Chris' suit is always a fun time!

Marviva being somft and temder,,,,, make me 🥺💜

Wild Kratts Team as Found Fambly 🥺🥺

[therealactualasteratwood]

I must uwu I am furry. Anyways Griffin as a lover don't have to be sexual I think he would be very awkward but temder once you get to know him you know like he's trying his best but he genuinely doesn't know relationship stuff. He can make u pancakes in the morning but badly. He can awkwardly put his arm on ur shoulder when you cry. He can give awkward compliments when you wear a new outfit. This as a concept also makes me uwu.

((I feel like it also doesn’t occur to him to clean up after making the pancakes.  Also I feel like when he does do something nice he tries not to make a big deal out of it.  Like he’ll lend you his coat when it’s raining and then brush off any thank yous because he’s run around in less and it’s fine.  And probably whine about how he’s cold later anyways.))