#but maybe this will convince them to do other tests or refer me to a specialist or something

[unintentional-sad-wizard]

Worried that my health stuff might be acting up again augh

[webslingingslasher]

ok but what if some girl would be saying that she slept with frat!peter after some party (where he was with trouble) and stuff like "oh yeah he had me calling him daddy and he's totally not a boob guy" and trouble overhears her and goes to peter with "you would not believe what i have just heard" and joking that maybe she has magic tits or something

you weren't listening.

minding your own business, pouring liquor into plastic cups, and cracking a can of sprite for a mixer; a group of friends crowded behind you. not listening, but certain words poked out more than others.

"he's fucking jacked by the way, it's like when i hooked up with parker."

your blood ran cold, frozen in place you were straining your hearing for each word to follow, if she didn't add more context you'd be shaking peter by his shirt.

a friend gasps, "you did? when?"

oh, not old news?

yeah, when did she?

flashing your eyes to peter, he's talking to someone and not paying attention. you'll kill him.

"like, around the start of the school year?"

oh thank god, he's in the clear.

"okay, well... spill!"

you can't walk away, your feet are glued to the vinyl floor. maybe, you just want to know if peter's telling the truth when he says you're different than the rest.

"ass man all the way, insisted on doggy. big dick, strong game, threw me around a little, had me calling him daddy and everything. not very affectionate though, i don't think he kissed me, actually. and not a lick of a cuddle after, threw my dress at me and said 'need an uber?' but, hey, i'd still do it again."

another friend cackles, "too bad, nate begged him to do a double date and parker immediately shut it down and said, and i quote, 'no. i have a girlfriend. she doesn't want me dating other girls.' kinda sweet if you ask me."

your heart soars, this is the first time he's ever referred to you as his girlfriend. not that you were, at least not officially, but it's easier to explain than what you actually were, and you had no idea what you were. you assume he doesn't either.

their conversation falls into something else, making you feel confident in moving away from the counter with a full cup in each hand, walking straight to the most interesting man of the night.

peter perking up instantly, leaving his friend with a fist bump, meeting you halfway.

"hi trouble, i missed you." a warm kiss placed on your cheek, you can't help the grin while handing him his drink, "hi handsome, i got a question..." you trail your words off and shift your back against his chest so he'd have a clear view of who you're pointing at.

"see that group of friends, do you know anyone there?"

he barely gives them a look over, one harm slung over your waist, he presses a kiss to your shoulder, "no, don't think so."

nudging him, "no, really. look." a sigh, "looking, no one looks familiar." the back of your head hits his chest, "peter, c'mon. please don't tell me you're one of those guys."

"i don't know what you mean! are you testing me or something?"

turning in his hold, a small pout hangs. "you hooked up with one of them. tell me which one and you earn two brownie points."

that changes things, because now peter knows what the mission is and how to identify previous suitors. mind ticking and eyes running over each body in a different way. watching him analyze is interesting. You wonder what he looks for in a hookup.

"the one in the middle. i'm sure of it, but i can't remember her name. I think it started with an 's' or 'v' maybe 'l'?"

"It's whitney," peter cheers his cup on your shoulder, "oh yeah, that's right."

you spin in his grasp, "liar. i made that up." peter pulls you closer, "you're just so convincing, trouble. call me gullible."

humming, you press a kiss to his chin, "she was talking about you, wanna hear?"

"this feels like a trap, i don't like this idea."

"oh, you should. i heard all about you in bed, and how you told nate i was your girlfriend." peter shakes his head, "i think you've been hitting the sauce hard tonight and you're making things up."

shaking your head like a toddler, "nope, i heard the truth about daddy." peter's head is thrown back with a groan, "alright, wow, we're really doing this. what else did you hear?"

"that you're an ass man, and," you sway on your feet and pretend to twirl a stand of hair, a nasally sarcastic tone rips, "you're like so, super fucking jacked. like, seriously so sexy. ugh! with a big dick too!"

peter presses a kiss to your cheek, "thank you for the compliments, baby." another kiss, the corner of your mouth, "even if you're sarcastic." a delicate kiss to your lips, "and a little wrong."

"which part was wrong? she's right, you've got a fucking wrench."

your cup is pulled from your hand, "alright, it's done. we're done."

a whine, "no! c'mon, please, daddy?"

"i'll silence you and you won't like it."

"will it be with your monster coc-"

a hand is slapped over your mouth, "i'll kill you, and won't have a problem with it."

[woodlandwizard77]

A Step by Step Guide to Losing Your D**k

I recently wrote a series of messages to my aunt talking about all the steps I need to do to get bottom surgery, a penile inversion vaginoplasty at Mt. Sinai, in the next year or two. Its a long list. And everytime I added something she had a sort of “wow thats rough” reaction, but to me its just the to do list. So I decided to write them all out.

Start transition DONE

Most insurance companies and surgeons require you to have socially transitioned and have done HRT for at least 1 year at the time of operation

For social transition, this was March of 2024

For HRT it will be January of 2025

Get a referral to a surgeon (I am here)

In my case, Mt. Sinai in Manhattan

My Doctor referred me, but Mt. Sinai takes self referrals

Start laser hair removal

Book a consultation (I am here)

Go to laser frequently enough to satisfy surgeon

Convince Mom and Dad to help out DONE

Get 2 letters

Social Worker (1)

PCP's Office

Social Worker (2)

Mt. Sinai

Get a gender affirmation loan through the local credit union

Work two weeks so I can take in pay stubs

Get a letter from anybody (probably my HRT prescriber

Meet with representative and either open a line of credit or take out a loan

Consultation with Mt. Sinai’s team

Wait 3-6 months (I’m here)

Bring letters

My insurance only requires 2, less than Mt. Sinai thinks insurance will need, and Mt. Sinai provides 1 of them. Meaning the other is through IHS Behavioral

Schedule Social Work pre surgical consult appt

Schedule Mental Health and Medical Clearance with Registrar

Go to NYC for 1-2 nights, maybe for each, hopefully just once

Maybe also for Social Work thing

Consult with Surgeon

Wait until I’ve worked about 12 months to get short term disability

Probably summer (ASAP) and when Mom has time off

Do logistics

Book an airbnb, hotel, etc for recovery

Starting a few days after OR date and lasting a little over a month

Within a 90 minute drive of Mt. Sinai

Rural enough that Mom is comfortable to help and can go home if someone else shows up

Probably New Jersey, maybe Hudson Valley

Has at least 1, preferably 2, separate bedrooms

Has 2 beds

Has ADA accessible entry

Has a kitchen

Has a full bath, preferably and a half

Has internet and preferably a TV

Lodging for Mom + Dad/care team while I’m in OR

Probably 5-7 days

Preferably with a 1-2 day buffer period before OR date (included in the 7 day estimate) so I can enjoy the city

Either within a short walk from Mt. Sinai or on the same subway line as Mt. Sinai

RW, 1, or ACE

Someone to help me get from recovery location to Mt. Sinai while not in NYC

Develop and get list of items needed for recovery

Dilator

Pads

Gowns/loose clothing

Comfort food

Coordinate missing 8-9 weeks of work

Take care with who knows what before I leave

Inform HR, department manager, and work friends whats up

Get cleared for surgery and get an OR date

Probably a 6-12 month date from clearance

Get pre clearance testing through PCP or a lab in hometown

Go to NYC for that if need be

Week Before Surgery

No alcohol, no aspirin, NSAIDs, herbal supplements, or fish oil

Consult for other non aspirin blood thinners (which I am not on)

No alcohol for 3 weeks after as well

Tylenol/Acetaminophen is okay

Go downstate

See friends from NYC?

Bring Mom/Dad?

Do something fun in Manhattan

Get a COVID test

Take an anti-bacterial bath

Day before surgery

Breakfast before 9am

Last meal

Drink Golytely bowel solution around noon

Chemically induced diarrhea

Clear fluids only after golytely

(includes coffee, tea, water, broth, some juices)

Nothing goes in the stomach after midnight

Some medication okay with a sip of water

HRT???

Get surgery (a penile inversion vaginoplasty)

1 to 1+½ days

I’ve heard of as long as three

3-5 day hospital stay

Mom and Dad probably stay in Manhattan then

Go to recovery location

Drive with seat reclined

Stay for 4 weeks, pretty much bedridden

Go to follow ups

Dilate

Go home

Continue recovery for another 2-4 weeks at home

Follow up with PCP

Return to life

[adnauseum11]

Avenue of Approach (John Price x Reader)

Kate tries to pick up where she left off. John plays developments in your relationship close to the vest.

less than 1k words

CW: reference to oral sex

feedback welcome

It takes Kate almost half the night before she can pinpoint what’s different about John. Which annoys her. Which in turn throws her game off. Which annoys her even further when John wins the pot that evening and sticks around to count it out slowly, mirthful in his victory. She decides to exact some vengeance and sharpens her metaphorical blade on his thick skin. 

“Took a while but it finally dawned on me what’s different about you tonight. You might be in the best mood I’ve seen in a year or two, John.”

“mm…depends on which year or two you’re referring to, I suppose.” He says by way of agreement, tapping a small stack of bills into order against the table top. 

“Got anything to do with your lady-friend from last time? Get things, er…moving in the right direction?” Kate asks, having had enough whiskey while sitting around waiting for the game to end to feel braver than she ought.

John tucks his chin into his chest and looks up at Kate with his brows raised, assessing. A familiar look of disapproval slowly settles in to his features. 

“Are you asking to be a friend or to be a sore loser?” John pokes back, nailing Kate in her soft underbelly. Their friendship, hard fought and well tested, a vulnerability for them both. 

His response confirms her earlier suspicions, no matter his half-assed denial. Kate knows him well, and won’t be swayed from her assessment of the situation easily. She’s happy to watch him try, though. 

“John, please. You’re leaving with all my spending cash for the rest of the week, at least cough up some details.”

The corners of John’s mouth twitch as he fights off a smile, his face mellowing again. He can’t summon the energy to be cagey with Laswell, simply in too good of a mood to act otherwise.  

“What did you want to know?” He’s humouring her, tucking the wad of cash that is his winnings into the inner pocket of his jacket.      

“Surely you’ve got her to agree to do more than just kiss you by now?” Kate’s nursing the end of a whiskey, spinning it in her hands while she waits for John to answer. 

“We’re taking it slow, but yes.” He doesn’t elaborate and Kate’s smart enough, even drunk, to not stray further down that avenue. John has to physically start a task or he’ll starting reminiscing about eating his love out on her couch the other night. Her delectable thighs wrapped around his head were not enough to muffle her keening cry when she came on his face and fingers. He starts picking up the playing cards and facing them in the same direction, keeping his hands busy and his brain preoccupied. It works and stymies the beginnings of an erection. Kate’s prying works wonders as an ice bath, too.   

“Thought you’ve known her a long time, why take it slow? Don’t know her well enough yet? Do you think maybe another 20 years ought to do it?” The drink is making Kate mouthy, something she’ll regret tomorrow. 

“Piss off, Laswell. She’s scared to lose something we’ve had for a long time.” John stacks the cards on the table and crosses his arms over his chest.

“How did you two meet?” Kate tries a different tack, asking for details from the past instead of the present. It works, as much as anything ever works on John. 

“She was dating a mate of mine for a while before I shipped out. By the time I got back on my first leave they had broken up.” He kept the fact that his mate had taken to harassing and intimidating her, and that John had broken the lad’s cheekbone convincing him to leave her alone, to himself. Going forward he’d dropped the mate and kept tabs on the pretty bird. He’d yet to regret that choice. 

“And you didn’t get an opportunity to ask her out in the last two decades?” Kate is the embodiment of skeptical. 

“No.” John deadpanned, shutting down that line of questioning. He watched Laswell sulk into her whiskey for a moment.

The truth was, he’d had a front row seat to half of her life. His line of work, and being away as much as he was with no guarantee of return was too much. He knew it would kill a fledgling relationship with her quickly. She didn’t have the temperament for long periods alone, and John didn’t have the heart to ask it of her. He’d promised himself that if he made it to retirement, if she was single by some stroke of luck, he would finally do something about the feelings he’d been harbouring. The rest, as they say, was history.    

Recent history. It had been enough, once upon a time, to know she was out there, doing well in the world. Made it easier to leave, to know it was ultimately keeping her safe, what he did in the shadows. Now, selfish man that he was, he couldn’t sit and watch and have it be enough. He needed more; from her, from their relationship. He was willing to go slow, and like a starving man brought to a feast, it was probably wiser to do so.

“If you’re done, Kate? I’ve got somewhere else to be.” 

He pushed back from the table, swinging his coat over his shoulders smoothly. He gave Kate a smirk on his way past, just to rile her up and was gratified to see it working.

Good. Nosy git. 

[pippin-katz]

Arthur’s Love Confession

The word choice for Arthur’s confession is really… interesting. As many people have pointed out, if you remove the pronouns from the conversation, everything Arthur says can be true for Merlin as much as Gwen.

Here’s the thing: I’m a writer. I’ve said this before, and I’ll keep saying it when it comes to posts like this.

If I was writing a love confession from one of my characters, I wouldn’t have what they say be so vague that it would be unclear who they were referring to when taken out of context.

If you showed this conversation to someone who had no idea who these characters were other than a knight and a servant, it would be completely believable that the knight is talking about the servant he’s with.

Hell, Merlin’s reaction to Arthur being unable to say he’s in love and how certain he is that nothing could happen seems a bit strong considering the conversation is about Gwen, not him. He’s her friend and would understandably try to convince Arthur that they could be together, but the dialogue does it in such a round about, vague way before they get to the point. There’s no reason for them to be vague. They both know full well who they’re talking about.

I suppose I have to say this is an opinion of the writing because I can’t claim that the writers did anything with underlying intentions. It’s just seems strange to me how perfectly the description aligns. Even the lines not here could easily have the pronouns swapped and still make sense.

“How can I admit that I think about her (him/you) all the time? Or that I care about her (him/you) more than anyone? How can I admit that I don’t know what I’ll do if any harm comes to her (him/you)?”

It still works. We can’t prove that Arthur thinks about Merlin all the time, but there’s a damn huge amount of evidence that he cares for him deeply and can’t handle him being hurt. Anyone wanting to argue with me on this, go watch The Poisoned Chalice again, which is the FOURTH EPISODE by the way.

Other than that iconic episode, there’s plenty of other things. He doesn’t let Merlin drink the “poison” during the test at the labyrinth. He denies any accusations of him having magic whenever they come up, which is because he genuinely doesn’t believe he has any, but it also has to do with the fact that he would be executed. He always protects him in dangerous situations and tells him to run when things get too dicey. We all know how he acted when Merlin was believed to be dead.

Like I said, it’s weird how well the lines match up. And Arthur looks at him like this before the conversation:

And like this after this conversation:

Maybe I’ve just never had a “true bestie” because I have never looked at someone or had someone look at me like that. Arthur looks so flirtatious in that second gif man.

But anyway! That’s just some thoughts I was having about the love confession!

[starlightshadowsworld]

So in Season 5 episode 2 when Fukuchi is at the UN there’s a dude fanboying over his adventures.

He lists several of them off and one of them is “the elimination of hundreds of thousands of subjects of the werecreature experiments in the republic of Kenia.”

Werecreature experiments

We know of one werecreature and we also know he was experimented on as a child. Granted Shibusawa seemed like he was doing his own thing for Fyodor.

So this could’ve been a separated thing or related but either way it has to have involved Atsushi, right?

You don’t just throw out the phrase ‘werecreature experiments’ and not have it be related to the only werecreature in the show.

Especially not the main character.

And while it was the orphanage, we know Atsushi has survived multiple attempts on his life as a child.

As for Fukuchi he was planning to kill him on that boat prior to Akutagawa showing up. And then tried to convince Akutagawa to kill Atsushi.

Perhaps to finish the job he started all those years ago.

If Atsushi was involved in these experiments his parents could’ve also been test subjects as other weretigers. But they could’ve also been scientists.

And that’s what the headmaster was referring to when he said by the ‘this doesn’t even count as abuse when compared to your parents.’

Like yeah im making you nail your own foot to the floor but at least I didn’t make you a monster. Because yeah these these experiments could’ve been what gave him his ability in the first place.

Maybe Atsushi was one of if not the only successful experiment. Fyodor wants him alive after all and him being the guide is because of his ability.

Atsushi was abandoned inside a rubbish bag in a bin by his parents. Perhaps the place was attacked by Fukuchi and they were trying to hide Atsushi.

Even if Atsushi wasn’t apart of these experiments, if there were any other weretigers it seems like Fukuchi killed them.

He’s the only werecreature and that’s why the police and the Agency (up until they met Atsushi) thought Atsushi was a normal tiger during his rampage. No one immediately considered he was a werecreature, an ability user because their aren’t any.

As for the location, they may have meant Kenya but it’s possible this place is made up for bsd. It wouldn’t be the first time so there’s also that.

Also that conversation said that many of Fyodor’s exploits were made into movies so just imagine Atsushi having movie night with the Agency and finding this all out.

If his parents were scientists and involved with this then it’s fair to assume Atsushi remembers what they did to him. Given his reaction to Fitzgerald talking about them.

But given his initial trust of Fukuchi i don’t think he knows about his involvement.

Fuck this man really decided he was going to take everyone away from Atsushi, didn’t he?

Shoutout to the wonderful @crowscadence for letting me know about this because I had no idea this was said.

This is now going to rot in my brain for the foreseeable future because what the fuck?! Not to mention the casualness of which this information was delivered.

[lovelynim]

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Honkai: Star Rail - Welt & Caelus

A/N: Second comm to no other than the magnificent @otomiyaa herself!! [crowd cheering noises]. Thanks for being so patient and for allowing me to project dad behavior onto Welt. I hope you like it!!!

Summary: March 7th's plans are always perfect, aren't they? Even if they fail, you can be sure that the outcome won't let you down!

Word count: 1912 words

“Hmmm,” March 7th looked over the little window in the door that led to the Parlor Car. Welt was still sitting in one of the couches, reading or doing something on his phone. “Target spotted,” she chirped excitedly, quickly getting her face away from the window to avoid getting caught.

The girl turned back to look at her partners in crime - Dan Heng, who wasn’t as willingly as her, and Caelus, the new guy who seemed thrilled with their plan. “Ready?” She asked, looking towards the latter. He nodded. Dan Heng sighed. “Then let’s go!”

It wasn’t a complex, heavily prepared plan. Some wouldn’t even refer to it as a plan, in fact. Maybe “prank” would be a better keyword for this whole course of action.

It has been over a week since Caelus boarded de Astral Express and, so far, everything was flowing pretty smoothly. The crew was nice, everyone worked in their own little way to make sure he felt welcomed; there was this hot, dark-haired guy aboard, and Caelus definitely wanted to get closer to him; and even the food was great, except for that ungodly espresso that the navigator made every morning.

But through the past few days, one question had been sitting on top of his head: why was mr. Yang always so serious?

He brought it up with Dan Heng, Himeko and even Pom-Pom, but the simple answers didn’t exactly satisfy his curiosity. Then, Caelus brought it up with March 7th one day, in one of their daily gossip bonding sessions, and that was the moment when she proposed the plan they were currently putting up to practice.

Tested with Dan Heng (against his will) and proved, everyone had a fun side. March knew it. They just needed to find it.

“But what if it goes wrong?” Dan Heng complained, trying to be the voice of reason of the trio - all in vain. Of course there was a plan B and even a C one, March explained while sounding convincing enough, bringing the three of them back to the present.

The Parlor Car’s door opened swiftly, allowing Caelus to walk through while March 7th and Dan Heng watched from the other car. So far, everything was going according to the plan. One step after the other, Caelus made it past Pom-Pom, Himeko and, at the other side of the car, he met Welt.

As always, mr. Yang wasn’t just sitting idly in one of the comfortable couches. Welt seemed to be reading something in his phone - moving the screen closer and further from his face as his eyes worked to read each of the tiny letters. Caelus smiled slightly at that mannerism - so like mr. Yang, he thought.

Still, he needed to focus. He wasn’t there to help Welt change his group chat’s icon or wallpaper. He had a mission. Right.

“Hm? Caelus?” Welt muttered, gently but lacking any sort of emotion. He moved his head up from the phone, looking at the younger guy approaching him with a puzzled face. “Can I help you?”

Caelus froze in the spot. He shouldn’t be noticed so soon, he remembered. “A-ah,” he shook his head. No, it wasn’t time to abort the mission yet - he could still make it, yes! “Hello, mr. Yang!” Caelus chirped, waving his hand.

Not thinking twice, Caelus sat himself a couple inches away from Welt. “What are you doing?” He smiled, swinging his legs and tilting his head, trying to peek at Welt's phone.

The latter sighed, his eyes shifting back to the screen. “I was reading some article about Herta’s Station's latest studies, but these annoying IPC ads keep popping up…” Welt sighed, sounding almost defeated. The frown was just the excuse Caelus needed, which made him nearly beam with excitement.

“Ah, don't be sad, mr. Yang!”

“Huh? But I'm not-”

“Here, I know a way to help you! It's 100% effective!” Caelus’s smile widened, so much excitement that It almost made him sound creepy. “Do you want to try it?” He leaned a bit towards the older man, his eyes nearly sparkling.

Welt couldn’t help but be a weirded out by Caelus’s straight forwardness. With a nervous chuckle, he fixed his position, coughing to clean his throat. “I… suppose so, yes. We can try it out,” Welt nodded, remembering Himeko’s words that they should encourage the “kids”.

Caelus gasped, turning around as he got himself in position. “Ok ok,” Caelus held out his hands in front of his chest, his fingers twitching slightly, ready to strike. Welt’s eyes widened a bit.

“Caelus, wait a secon- AH!”

A pair of hands just made contact with Welt’s knee and side and the sound that came from his lips was enough to freeze both him and Caelus on the spot. 

“Are… you ticklish, mr. Yang?” Caelus chirped, daring to squeeze both spots again and jumping along with Welt when he reacted with a sudden jolt, a restrained chuckle held back in his throat.

“C-Caelus,” Welt groaned, an awkward, crooked smile in his face as he tugged at Caelus’s wrist, trying to dislodge his hand from his side. “What a-are you doing?” His breath hitched, looking at the guy with the corner of his eyes.

Caelus blinked, confused. Right, he should have a proper explanation for that. “A-ahm,” however, he didn’t. “Trying t-to… cheer… you… up?” He smiled, his hand slowly leaving Welt’s knee, but when he tried to pull the other back, Caelus realized that Welt continued to hold him by his wrist. “I see,” Welt nodded, chuckling again - but more scarier this time. Yeah, this was the time to run.

Yanking his hand as hard as he could, Caelus managed to free himself and quickly dashed back towards the Passengers' Car. Through the little window in the door, he could see March 7th’s expression turn towards a panicked one as she spoke something with Dan Heng. 

“O-open the door!” He cried, forcing his legs to their limit. Caelus didn’t dare to look back - that expression on Welt’s face told him everything he needed to know, including the fact that if he didn’t escape, he was done for. 

But sending all his hope down the drain, Caelus watched as both March and Dan Heng’s figures left the other side of the door. He was… betrayed. Those two!! Confirming his suspicions, the door didn’t move when Caelus tried to open it, not in the slightest

That was it, the end of his journey.

Caelus turned around, watching in horror as Welt slowly approached him, step by step. Despite his cries and the scene that just happened, both Himeko and Pom-Pom were seemingly unbothered. So cold!

“M-mr. Yang, wait a moment!” Caelus pleaded one last time, pressing himself against the locked door, his hands desperately waving in front of his chest. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean t- WAHH!!”

An embarrassingly loud squeal escaped his lips when Welt reached him, pushing the back of his knee with his cane and forcing Caelus onto the ground. There, in the corner of the Astral Express’s parlor car, Caelus met his demise.

Or something like that.

Skillful and experienced hands quickly rendered him helpless, pinning one of his arms above his head while the other kneaded into his side. Caelus kicked his legs and planted his heels against the floor, but all for naught. Welt, softly smiling - or smirking, if you will - at him, tilted his head before speaking out loud again.

“This method is, indeed, effective, isn’t it?” He muttered, barely audible over Caelus’s panicked giggles, as he squeezed the guy’s waist with his thumb, rubbing small circles against some patches of bare skin that started showing once his shirt was railed up.

Swatting his free hand towards Welt’s, Caelus thrashed as much as he was allowed to. He tried to pull his arm down and roll away from the tickling that crept up his sides, but nothing seemed to work. “M-mr. Yang! AHAHah, I-I’m sohohorry! Plehehease!!” That traitor, Caelus thought while laughing his head off, March 7th would surely pay for leaving him like this. “I-it’s Mahaharch’s fahAHAhault!”

Welt chuckled, shaking his head as he prodded at Caelus ribs, already having figured this would be something she would encourage. He could deal with her later, though, right now Caelus was the one deserving some attention.

“Is that so?” Welt hummed, freeing Caelus’s arm, but, in exchange, freeing his other hand to tickle the guy’s torso, clawing at his tummy and lower sides, “then why didn’t I see her, hm? Are you trying to blame her instead, Caelus?”

“N-no! It’s noHOHoht that, I swehehear!” Caelus squealed, holding onto both Welt’s wrists to try to stop them from climbing up his sides again. “It was h-heheher ideahaha!! AhaHAHAh!!” Caelus could feel his eyes turning a little watery and his cheeks hurting from smiling, but Welt didn’t hesitate for a single second.

“So you two were working together,” he pointed out, wiggling his fingers over Caelus’s ribs, playing the both sides of his ribcage as some sort of piano - a loud and high pitched one, as a matter of fact.  “Good thing you are getting along, but I’d rather if you were combining your efforts to do something else other than teasing me,” Welt smiled. Despite the soft, gentle tone that carried his words, it was clear he wasn’t going easy on Caelus.

“So, once I’m done with you, I’ll go hard a word with her. Fair enough, right?”

“W-wAHAhahait!” Caelus squeaked like a toy, his elbows pressing against his torso as hard as they could when Welt threatened to go for his underarms. Caelus’s cheeks wore a beet-red tone and his eyes nearly popped up when he felt the incoming threat. He was just an accomplice, a tool in the hand of an evil mastermind. Shouldn’t he be spared?!

No. At least, not in Welt’s view of the situation.

Fingers pressed into Caelus’s ribs, aiming for the higher ones, just below his armpits. It tickled a lot. Welt barely tweaked his fingers and a loud, desperate laugh already broke past his lips. He pressed his head back into the soft carpet and kicked his feet, throwing his legs up before hitting the ground with his heels.

Caelus tried to roll into his side, hugging his poor, ticklish body in a vain attempt of protecting it from the merciless tickling. “M-mr. YahAHAHang, plehEHEHease!! I’m sohOHOHOrry!!” He cried out, feeling his head a little light thanks to the lack of air. 

And just like it started, it was over. The pressure on his body suddenly was gone and, when he realized it, Welt had lifted his fingers. “Alright, I think that should be enough for you,” Welt smiled, getting into one of his knees as he tried to give Caelus some room to recover himself.

“I- hahah, ahh… that w-was a lohot, heh,” the guy wheezed, little tears partially blurring his vision. Caelus looked up in silence as Welt stood back up and reached his hand out to him. “Thanks, mr, Yang,” he smiled shyly as he was pulled back into his feet as well.

“You seem to have had fun,” Welt pointed out, a proud, but small, smirk on his lips. “Now, if you excuse me, I have something to settle with your partner in crime.”

Caelus nodded, watching Welt walk through the nearby door and into the passengers’ car. He sighed.

Mental note: do not mess with mr. Yang. Ever!! 

[fandomfantasyy]

MASSIVE WARNING FOR II 17 SPOILERS ++ INANIMATE INSANITY THEORY ++ ADAM KATZ TWITTER CODE SOLVING !!

i am holding onto way more hope than i should, however, this is a stray theory of mine that im holding onto for said hopes sake.

to those who haven't watched ii 17 yet, PLEASE keep scrolling. i mention just about everything that happened in the episode, and im basically reviewing it at the start. the episode is so much better without any spoilers!!

so, inanimate insanity 17. if you don't wanna hear me blabber on and on about the episode, scroll to the other big text. otherwise i am RANTING i need an outlet. 3:

inanimate insanity 17 was a rodeo. me and my partner had a few straggling theories before we watched it, and a few of them were true. knife did indeed punch cobs, they really did fight, everyone that heard was disappointed to find out they were made by mephone 4.

starting with the majority of the opening sequence, going from memory here, knife's desperation? ow. suitcase's new found paranoia? OW. them doing everything to find out what was wrong was so bittersweet, because you can just tell that they don't know how to stop it and are holding onto to random theories and hope.

nearing more of the middle section, i completely forgot that bow could possess people. made me giggle a bit tbh….. besides that, I HATE COBS HE MANIPULATED MY BABY, TOILET. ☹️ the admission of guilt from mephone 4, only to realize his apology could never speak loud enough almost killed me. lightbulb, fan, and test tube, all dead. the bright lights poly. when toilet told mepad that he understood it wasn't a competition anymore? and when cobs pulled off toilet and begun killing everyone? jesus christ dude (also im a little sad at the lack of extra pronunciation on "your" when paper yelled at salt saying "hes not your boyfriend" as a payjay shipper but....)

more on the end side, the fight convinced me for a damn while. it doesn't make sense to me how one single throw got knife extremely scuffed and chipped, but it's finneee, it's show logic!! :3 anygays. the main painful time. the pull of the plug, prompting toilet to call himself "the best assistant", the way knife put his hand on suitcase to comfort her, the way cobs SACRIFICED MEPHONE X??? dude this show is gonna make me go bonkers.

last but not least, "the show is over," and mephone 4 has no choice but to go back "home" with cobs. ow.

there are still so many questions. the eggs helped power everything, but were they fake? how did mephone 4 find the land he built inanimate insanity on? obviously it isn't fake, he's still sitting on it at the end of the episode. where's 3gs? what about mepad? was mepad made up? too much to answer with too little information.

overall, what a painful episode. it seems like the end, right? wrong.

inanimate insanity is not over. we are getting ii18.

at least, thats my theory. average movie length spans 1½ hours to 2½ hours. us inanimate insanity fans were told that this finale would be as long as a movie. right now, we are only at an hour. i dont remember the last time i watched a movie that was only an hour. they're out there, yes, but i doubt the creators would pray on very short movies to support their angst.

adam katz's teasing on twitter / x, saying that mephone x was after him, only for his account to be seemingly gone or empty? there's no way adam simply quit twitter because he ended his line of work. it's a thing that happens, but i dont think this is that. most of adam's characters in the show died before the plug was pulled. is that a direct reference? i don't know.

as of october 15th, adam seemingly returned to twitter, but instead as the robot from ii17. why would they bring him back suddenly, why would they make this teaser? there's no real, legitimate explanation in my eyes... other than them maybe just wanting to torture us. that, however, is not the point.

continuing on adam robot twitter thing, on his twitter / x profile / status, (idk what it's called i don't use twitter / x,) it says, "Loading a large amount of files... / Estimated wait tim: 2880 minutes, 0 seconds". that directly translates to two days. we're heavily likely to get the true final episode or the trailer of such of ii2 in 2 days.

update for the above. on october 18th, around 3pm EST, a code to decipher was posted. someone in the comments of the twitter / x post said that it was "you seek to know the true reason for such a tragic second season if you decide you want to show more there may be something to restore see .com/insert code". we, the viewers might be bringing the show back.

season one and season three's final episodes ended with a "the end". ii17 did not have this end card. this seems like a very crucial thing that they couldn't just "leave out". after all, why on the most important finale of all of the finales so far, would they leave out saying "the end"? if it's truly the end, they wouldn't leave it with a black screen and a sobbing community. (the last part, maybe, but not the first part.....)

both season one ended with 18 episodes, and season three ended with 19 episodes. season two seems to almost be ending on episode 17. this could go either way, with season two ending with a pattern of 17-18-19, OR, if we're really lucky, 18-19-20. (or we just get an extra 18 or smth idk)

there is a reason why this is only a stray theory of mine. only 6 days before the release of ii17, adam katz and brian koch were saying their thank you's and goodbye's to the inanimate insanity community. it feels like the end of this show is near, if not sadly over now.

overall, i still have hope. but this wont be clear until we either see a ii18 trailer or we dont. i will regularly update this with new information as it gets found by me and my partner. goodbye for now, inanimate insanity community, and good luck.

robot adam's twitter saga.

adam katz's teasing on twitter / x, saying that mephone x was after him, only for his account to be seemingly gone or empty? there's no way adam simply quit twitter because he ended his line of work. it's a thing that happens, but i dont think this is that. most of adam's characters in the show died before the plug was pulled. is that a direct reference? i don't know.

as of october 15th, adam seemingly returned to twitter, but instead as the robot from ii17. why would they bring him back suddenly, why would they make this teaser? there's no real, legitimate explanation in my eyes... other than them maybe just wanting to torture us. that, however, is not the point.

continuing on adam robot twitter thing, on his twitter / x profile / status, (idk what it's called i don't use twitter / x,) it says, "Loading a large amount of files... / Estimated wait tim: 2880 minutes, 0 seconds". that directly translates to two days. we're heavily likely to get the true final episode or the trailer of such of ii2 in 2 days.

update for the above. on october 18th, around 3pm EST, a code to decipher was posted. someone in the comments of the twitter / x post said that it was "you seek to know the true reason for such a tragic second season if you decide you want to show more there may be something to restore see .com/insert code". (credits to @\NickleBFDIA2012 on twitter/x !!) we, the viewers might be bringing the show back.

connecting to that, more hints have already been found. there was a code on cabby's wiki that is decoded to “You want the second key word? These pages are your answer. Next, go to the three time player with the lowest average placement." (credits to @\MeesterTweester on twitter/x !!) this brought the fandom to nickel (i believe), and im not quite sure what it says.

however, i do know one thing. it's been solved, and my theory was proven true.

we will be getting episode 18 of inanimate insanity by late november.

[kimwarris]

NATLA Sokka's trauma (contains spoilers)

Okay, some more thoughts of mine about Live Action Sokka.

Most of it is referring to Episode 5 and the flashback to after his ice-dodging test. After having thought about it for a while, I came to the conclusion, that Sokka is the village's weird kid.

He apparently gets mocked by the other boys - the reaction to his ice dodging test kinda implies, that it's not the first time that they are commenting about his lacking abilities as a warrior.

 Sokka knows that people don't see him as that or as a future leader, but he thinks his dad does. Unless, Hakoda doesn't. Sokka has to hear how his father confides in Bato, that he doesn't think that Sokka has it in him to become chief one day.

Something about how the conversation between Hakoda and Bato goes, gave me the impression that it is not the first time that they discussed the matter. Point is, Hakoda doesn't believe in Sokka. Instead, he's disappointed and (at least that's how I interpreted it) ashamed of his own son.

This was really heart-breaking to watch. Honestly, it got to me more than some of the Zuko backstory.

Side note: Gosh, I just loved Bato in this. Trying to convince Hakoda that everything was fine, that the test wasn't as bad as they say. Bato believes in Sokka, apparently more like his dad does. He knows that even if Sokka falls short in some aspects, he has other qualities. I don't know, somehow Bato really gave me Mom-vibes in that scene and I love that for Sokka.

However, apparently Hakoda takes ALL the boys with him when he leaves, except for Sokka and that other one (who was probably too young at that time). He might claim it as needing to leave someone behind to protect the village, but let's think about it for a moment.

Was there any real thread for the village after the Fire Nation raid to kill the last waterbender? Probably not. It's small, meaningless village at the end of the world. The adult women were apparently more than capable, because nobody can tell me, that it was Sokka's task alone to go hunting / fishing for an entire village.

Back to Hakoda being ashamed of him: Personally, I think he didn't WANT to take Sokka with them because he was afraid that Sokka would do something that puts him as a chief into a bad light. Somehow I got the vibe that Hakoda wanted him out of the way to avoid any trouble.

That also explains why Sokka is much more bitter about Hakoda leaving, than he is in the original series.

Sokka knows that there is not much he can do in the village for his father to be proud of once he returns. Thus, his mantra of being the protector of the village. Sokka will tell himself that what he does is of great importance until he believes it. At the same time he knows, that no one is taking him seriously. Not even his little sister.

Which is why the journey is so important for him, because suddenly there are people that respect him:

- Suki doesn't make fun of him or his boomerang skills. She clearly shows him that her way of doing things is more effective, and she teaches him.

- The Mechanist compliments him for his understanding of physics (did you see how Sokka's face lit up, when Sai said that he could see him as an engineer?) and he encourages Sokka to do something else than being a warrior, if that's not what he truly wants. I really loved that scene, because finally someone acknowledged his abilities instead of criticizing him.

- Hahn asking him if Sokka could share his experiences and knowledge of the enemy with them. You could see how Sokka becomes instantly insecure. He is not used that someone asks him for guidance, or values his opinion on such things. (Theory: Hakoda maybe tested him by asking him questions on how to react in a situation or another and usually Sokka's answer would be wrong).

In fact, in this series he is less of a comedic relief. Sokka is much softer BUT they made it make sense. I really like the changes they did to his character.

He is much less adventurous (not wanting to fly on Appa at first, repeatedly suggesting they go home in the first two episodes). He hides behind Katara more than once, when danger is ahead, etc. He's great with kids: a lot less harsh to his little recruits than in the original series and that scene with that little Earth Kingdom girl? Pure sugar.

I think this Sokka has so many issues, something that really doesn't get addressed enough in the original series. I really appreciate that deeper look into his character and I might incorporate some of those aspects in some future fanfics.

Urgh, Sokka has always been one of my favorites, but somehow the live action series made me love him even more <3

[cowboybrunch]

Saaaav <3 I do not know if this is considered an STS question I just have a mighty need for more Az lore. Like what did he do to get stuck with babysitting duty? Did he want the job bc he still has a burning need to be a father, or was that an unexpected perk of a punishment assignment?

jamie hi!! <3

oooh you have no idea what you just unlocked >:) to get into Az's motivations, we need to bust open some Mortae lore. because this guy is old. like, old old. like, the second Mortae that was ever created old.

Morrigan is referred to as the First (Mortae) but that's not really true because she's not technically a Mortae, she's Death. so who was the first? Uriel! (we learn more about the mess that was his death + resurrection in act 3 but yea, he's been around for a while which is why he's Morrigan's right-hand man)

Az was resurrected shortly after, and for a long time, he was hopping around with Uriel. they were new, they were testing the limits of their immortality and what Morrigan would let them get away with, they were the only two of their kind. in the early years, they had little purpose besides finding souls to slurp on and not upsetting Death (which was pretty easy because at this point, nobody was opposing her)

he wasn't exaggerating in Judas Wept when he introduced himself to Theodore as "a friend of [his] mother." he and Uriel are probably the closest thing that Morrigan has to friends. even tho Az isn't directly working for her anymore, he's been loyal for long enough that he remains one of her most trusted allies.

SO. back to the actual question you asked lol. when Theo was being held captive at the end of Judas Wept, Az spent weeks with Morrigan convincing her to let him give it a shot, let him look after her son, he'll set the boy right, etc. he absolutely wanted the job. and yeah part of it was because he wants to be a father, but he also saw that Theodore was suffering and knew that he was maybe the only person that could remove him from the situation and offer him something better.

because unlike Uriel, Az still holds on to some of his humanity (see: the painting of his wife which was created with materials that only existed long after her death. see: the preoccupation with rituals like having dinner together every night)

Az doesn't remember his real name. he doesn't even remember what he looked like when he was alive. but he does remember how to care for others, which is arguably the most human trait of all

and he's successful enough at keeping Theo in one spot and out of trouble (a herculean task) that he becomes a daycare for errant Mortae that don't respond to violent punishment (hi Marcella)

the caveat is that he's still bound to obey Morrigan (and somehow get her wet rat of a son to obey her, too) so he's forced into some decisions that make Theodore vewy angwy

thank u for letting me ramble about this man!!! i hope u have the best day <3

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Snippet Monday

Some weeks ago, @sparguscityangel and I were discussing the world map in Jak 2, and it occurred to me that at least one character refers to the northeastern area of the main continent as The Wasteland as well as the island to the west. And in the Jak and Daxter franchise, plot holes are just writer worldbuilding opportunities. So we started tossing around the idea of there being two or three separate communities of Wastelanders, all in different environments, because "wasteland" doesn't automatically mean "desert". And we thought "maybe they're all loosely affiliated and the leaders of the clans meet up every once in a while". For context, my idea of the other clans was Longstump Clan, down where the swamp used to be in TPL, and Foothills Clan, which lives around what used to be the Spider Caves and the base of Snowy Mountain. All this then got incorporated into Adopted Dadmas au with a pinch of Spy Tess. (That bit comes tomorrow)

"Fine young gun you've got there, Wolf."

The chief of the Longstump settlement took a drag on his intricately carved pipe and nodded to where Jak was climbing up one of the old pillars to watch for Marauder activity below. The old man snorted as the boy turned an unnecessarily elaborate flip to make it to the top.

"What is he now, eighteen? Nineteen?"

"Sixteen, by count of his last physical," Damas answered, sparing the boy a glance. A faint smile tugged at his cheek. "Sixteen, impudent, and always climbing, that one."

Sal puffed out a smoky chuckle. "No wonder the Foothills band likes him."

He leaned back and shook out the soft hide vest and tunic common to the inland Wastelanders, rattling with wooden beads and Precursor metal. His hands were wrinkled, and his face creased; Sal was old enough to be Damas’s father, but his hair was the same deep teak it was in his youth, tied back in neat plaits.

"At the rate he's going, he'll have no trouble when it's time for his Proving," Sal observed.

"Hm."

The Proving. That was what the Wastelanders of Longstump called the trials to usher newcomers into their ranks: a three day test of strength against metalheads in the basin, with an amulet awarded for each day survived.

The Foothill Wastelanders called their test Running the Spire. Young warriors or outsiders wishing to join had to race up a dangerous trail on the border of the Marauder homelands, without being caught by Marauders or dangerous wildlife, and infiltrate Snowy Mountain to bring back a piece of Marauder armor.

By comparison, the Arena was a far more controlled environment, with more rules. There was a strange irony in that.

Damas couldn't have said why the swell of pride he felt was so overwhelmingly strong, but he didn't bother to hide it.

"Jak has already passed the first two trials of his Proving," he corrected the Longstump chief with a full smile.

"I predict that before winter, he will join the warriors' councils as an equal."

Sal took another puff of his pipe and shook his head in wonder. "Two amulets and he's sixteen. Shee-oo! You dune-wolves don't do anything by halves, do you? You must be so proud."

Damas looked up. "I am," he murmured, smiling.

From the top of the pillar, Jak seemed to feel his stare. He looked down and made a questioning face. Damas snorted and signed up at him, "No moncaw-business! I'm not stealing light eco from the temple if you fall down and break both your arms!"

Sal laughed out loud beside him. "Ah! I remember telling my daughters that all the time!"

Yvelle, matriarch of the Foothills Clan finally looked up from the trade agreements the three had been exchanging. "Sometimes you just have to let them learn the hard way," she offered.

Damas made a face. "Can't. He convinced an Oracle in Haven city to teach him how to battle-shift -- like the Sages used to in the history books -- and now half the time he just regenerates whatever damage he's done to himself. I tell you, if my hair wasn't already white..."

"Your boy is a War Sage?" Sal sputtered, choking on smoke.

Yvelle's eyes glittered with interest. "No wonder he's half done with his Proving already. Hey, if you need a break, just send him up to the Caves. We'll tire him out."

"In your dreams, Yvelle," Damas scoffed. "Get your own kid: Jak's mine!"

"Worth a shot," the woman joked. "But seriously, my Lurker Wastelanders are asking about taking back their ancestral city in Frosthold. Loooooot of Marauders up there. We could use a War Sage."

Damas leaned back and searched the sky for a moment before his eyes landed on the Day-Star. He frowned. "Let's deal with subverting the apocalypse first. Then we'll see how far I'm willing to let my boy travel unaccompanied."

Of course, Jak would likely have all three amulets by then, and thus be considered old enough to go where he wanted. But Damas wasn't fond of the idea. He'd lost one son, why tempt fate by letting another wander far from home without supervision?

[sk1fanfiction]

about the half-blood/graveyard thing (bellatrix is def not in love with tom riddle and she would die of mortification if she found out)

I know that there's an implication/discourse that Voldemort reveals to his Death Eaters that he's half-blood in the graveyard scene, but that's so weird to me. (the telling DEs he's half-blood. Not the ten pages of ranting dramatically. That's so him.)

To be fair, if you read the scene straight, the only people he actually tells are Harry (who already knows -- I wonder if Voldemort knows that he knows though) and Peter Pettigrew, who's there more because of his insecurity complex with James (and Lily) than being an actual blood supremacist (to our knowledge).

I just can't imagine it because of (1) Tom's insecurity complex about being half-blood + his image consciousness, I really don't think he wants it to be public knowledge and (2) I don't think the Death Eaters would follow him if they knew.

I mean, look at Bellatrix, telling Harry not to besmirch Voldemort's name with his filthy half-blood mouth or whatever. 'Real' blood supremacists see half-bloods as 'almost as bad as Mudbloods.' Ex: Walburga Black referring to p much everyone with slurs.

On Bellatrix, actually, I don't think she'd feel the way she does about Voldemort if she knew (which I think is one of the strongest reasons why it probably isn't public knowledge amongst DEs). This isn't just a cosmetic thing like the snake-face post-resurrection, it goes against her core beliefs. I don't think she can possibly know that he's half-blood or even that Voldemort isn't his real name. If she found out she was thirsting for and completely devoted to a half-blood (and a half-blood who has a Muggle parent and was raised as a Muggle! on the sliding scale of half-bloods he's very close to Muggle-born) I think she'd do something very drastic. Like kill herself. Or (attempt to) kill him and then herself.

And if you're of the mind that Bellamort is a reciprocated ship, then whyyyyy would Voldemort tell her the one thing he knows will turn her off. Just because Diary!Tom told Harry his whole backstory doesn't mean everyone gets the same treatment (besides he was planning to kill him so he probably figured his secret was safe).

Or on the other hand, if she does know (maybe Voldemort only tells his inner circle?), I think Bellatrix taking it well would be OOC (at least from what we know about her). She'd either (1) deny it and say 'Oh haha very funny I see what you're doing you're testing my loyalty My Lord' and carry on convincing herself he is the purest of purebloods (2) be forced to accept it and it would haunt her 24/7. I can see it posing a lot of cognitive dissonance-related issues; I'm not sure if Bellatrix is the kind of person who can handle conflicting viewpoints and honestly don't know how she'd resolve it. It might make her think about her sister Andromeda. It makes them similar in a funny way.

[naffeclipse]

Naff this last chapter of CS had me in a myriad of piece's on the floor. From start to end it was just a whirlwind of emotions and guilt to unpack???

The playful teasing between Y/N and Sun, Sun being so gentle with them while Y/N kept beating themselves up over his broken ray, their kiss to "make it better"!!

The whole conversation between Moon and Y/N about the F.E.I., the late payment which scared me more than it should have, the fact that the other Cryptid Hunter died (I think?) In that chapter because of Sun and Moon, they absolutely found it; let's also not talk about the fact that all the cryptids that Y/N killed ever since meeting with the boys have been found without a heart, surely that must have risen some suspicions, something's not right there and when Y/N talked about how the F.E.I. is convinced they can control cryptids? Uh oh, didn't like the implications of that one, not one bit, did they figure out *what* Y/N is traveling with and decided to use that as a test of some kind?? Maybe being somewhat convinced Y/N managed to "tame" a cryptid and now they want to see the extent of where they can "push it"??? Am I reading too much into this? Absolutely but there are so many subtle implications there mhhhh

The "Cryptids were never your type" hurt more than it should have

Y/N hugging their actual arm while falling asleep?? Help???? Sun and Moon realizing how deep they are in all this, they've gotten too attached, there's no turning back and that scares them because as much as they're willing to pretty much give their life for Y/N there's always the fear of them finding out what they really are

AND THE VOW *crying on the floor*

Sun was absolutely terrified when they asked him to make one, even if Y/N was just referring to the phone, the fact that he and Moon are hiding something, that they're aware will change everything, and Y/N saying "We'd still have each other" and just, I'm sure they will eventually, but if (when) Y/N finds out what they've hidden from them for all this time? Being with the boys is the last thing they'll want and while I'm looking forward to the revelation I'm also terrified (in the best way possible) because *it is* going to change everything, and the hurt that all of them will feel, how betrayed Y/N will feel, beating themselves up like they always do when they make a mistake, feeling played and dumb because they swore to protect their friends, but *that thing*? That's not their friends, they were just a plaything for the cryptid and a mean to get to meals and, they should have known better because that's their job, it's the only thing they should be good at, where they can't afford mistake and yet they got fooled, and maybe the reason the cryptid didn't want them to find Vanessa is because they knew their cover would have blown up with another hunter involved? And I'm sure that with time Y/N will come to realize the truth of it all, how the boys were genuine in their feelings and care for them, but the angst that's yet to come!!! Naff I've cried for your writing before, I'm not ashamed to say I'm sure it'll happen again.

Anyway, have a wonderful day/night!! Thank you for this chapter and for your writing in general, it's always such a delight to read something of yours <3

Oh my gosh, thank you so much!!! I am also reading your theories and predictions very intently heheh ♥

Yup. Sun/Moon would love to be closer to you with their true selves, but alas.

Oh the angst!!! I'm excited for it, and I hope y'all are ready for it when it comes!

Thank you so much for reading and have a wonderful day/night, too!

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

I think you answered a question about the members' favorite sex positions. Can I switch it around and ask what would be YOUR favorite position for each member (if they asked you to lead the way)?

(for reference, this was the previous ask)

Whoa, now. I always lead the way. Just kidding. (Am I?) Anyway, hm, as I've said before, I don't really have particular fantasies since I rely on the mood of the moment and the dynamic to direct my instincts. I guess I'll just list what's off the top of my mind right now, then. You might be surprised by my favorite sex positions. (As in, some people might think they're boring. idk?)

I've been sexually active for a long time (as if that isn't obvious, lol). Because of that, I have my go-to sex positions: if no bed, standing doggy with my hands on the floor and, if on bed, folded in half missionary (with my legs are on their shoulders). I've had sex in many positions and, while fun, classics (with a twist, heh) are classics for a reason. When they thrust in, I like to thrust back to make the stroke deeper. I like to contribute. (Aren't I helpful? I think so. :D)

With Namjoon, he almost has 20 cm on me. Not sure we can do standing anything. XD Might have to stay on the bed. It would be nice to be folded in half with my thighs against his pecs. We could also do on-the-knees doggy. I have a leather garter harness that could be fun for him to hold on to while we fuck. I don't think he'd be intimidated. He probably thinks naked is best tho.

Seokjin... I have to be careful here. I feel like I might scare him away before anything happens. Oop. So, I'd definitely want to convince repeatedly ask him if he's serious about letting me take the lead. I have to kiss tongue-fuck those lips. I want him to get me off while I jack him off until we cum on each other. I wanna break that pure guy image a little, maybe have him suck on my fingers while I fuck him from below. See, I can play nice. :)

My request for Yoongi is to grow his hair back. We're still gonna fuck but PLEASE grow your long black hair back. (Thank you in advance.) I'm pretty sure Yoongi and I are on the same wavelength when it comes to sex, but he wouldn't show all his cards right away. I like rough and hard. Not fast (other than his tongue? keke). Standing doggy with him holding one of my arms. Not both, it isn't possible with how hard of a pace I like, we'll lose balance. He could match my intensity once we're into it.

I wanna fuck Hoseok with a table involved somehow. Eat him up like a buffet? Fuck against a table? Fuck on a table? All. I feel like doing something deranged with him. I have this feeling that he's sexual but not kinky in the obvious sense. I don't think he'd let me bring out the handcuffs, for example. :< But I can convince him to spread - anyway. Imma full-course meal Jung Hoseok.

Jimin will let me use the handcuffs on him, right?! We can make it fair. I can jack / suck him off with the handcuffs on and then I'll put them on him so I can watch him struggle to keep it together while I fuck him. I want to scratch lines next to the moon tattoos, ya feel me? No? Oh. Is there something wrong with me that I want to corrupt slow and romantic lovers? Probably.

We will have to test what position I need to be in to feel the entirety of that legendary Daegu dick, right, Taehyung? I'm kidding. (But also kinda not.) I don't wear lingerie because it's expensive and gets ruined. But it's Taehyung. I like the idea of him buying lingerie so he can rip it off me. Cliché? Yeah. Hot? Duh. I'm aware people like to write him a certain way. Real life Tae too nice to do something like that, but strong and considerate enough to make sure nothing goes awry. What's all the specialized military training for if it's not to withstand me milking him dry, I mean, what?

There's a whole lotta Jungkook on here, so do I need to elaborate? I wanna fuck him left, right, up, down, from Monday to Sunday until he's the one walkin' sideways. And it has nothing to do with his looks, or the way he suddenly decided tatted up / get pierced everywhere (hmm), or those big peepers. Don't get me wrong. All those things contributed. The reason why I wanna fuck JK seven days a week is because he has an obsessive tendency when it comes to things he wants to be good at. I'm going to make sure one of those things is sex. Well, we're not... ANYWAY, I just feel like he can understand how seriously I take fucking. We can share that excessive intensity, yk? How did this turn into a rant? Fold me in half, JK. Let me choke you with my pussy.

[mangoshorthand]

Flesh and Blood- [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Ch13 (Hard Feelings Part 3)

SUMMARY: As Christmas approaches, everything between you and Five is perfect...until a destructive temporal anomaly gets in the way. Five is convinced another permutation of himself is to blame. Nothing's simple when you're in a relationship Five Hargreeves: could your loyalties be tested in a way unique to him?

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Five discovers Diego's collusion with the Commission.

Et tu, Diego? Proceed at your own risk

Chapter Thirteen: Ritorno a Casa

You stayed in the cabin for another couple of weeks, Five on high alert. He was still convinced the Commission was coming. That phone call spooked him. Even right after Wynn’s attack, when he was angry enough to blow the entire organization sky-high, he never once thought that he wouldn’t have the option to negotiate when the danger was over. 

When you begin the drive home, you’re feeling marginally more human. You had discussed the risks and decided the rewards outweigh them. Now that portals weren't erupting, you were in a better position to face the Commission from the protection of the Academy. 

“What about Diego?”

“We have just as much right to be there as he does. If he doesn’t like it, he can leave.”

Five looks tired as he drives. This is your first day wearing proper clothes. Until today, you’d been pretty much naked but for a bathrobe. Five hasn’t shaved since that day he drove into Maine, and sports a patchy two-week beard. He’s been living in sweats, having given up wearing suits for now after one jacket fell victim to Aoife’s spit-up. 

Time is changing both of your perspectives on the Five you lost. You know what that Five meant now: time travel really does mess with your head. Even in the exhaustion of a new baby, the passing weeks have loosened the knots of contradictory thought and feeling. You’ve mourned, explored and talked it through it together. 

You now no longer see them as different people; Five himself more refers to that iteration as I, rather than he. He’s absorbed that Five’s experiences into his understanding of himself. Five the father is a man he can always identify with. You’ve had a similar transition. Now, when you look at your Five, you’re starting to see the same man. Maybe there never was a difference.

Now, as you enter the familiar parking garage, you’re just glad to be home; together with your new baby and all the men Five is.

He unhooks the carseat and lifts Aoife’s carrier from the back seat.

“Siamo a casa, cara mia! Look, this is Daisy! Say hi to Daisy?” he points at his Stingray as Aoife blows spit bubbles and stares at his face.

Taking her from him with a roll of your eyes, you enter the Academy via the basement kitchen.

The air grows thick; you and Aoife freeze mid-step. Five drops everything, grabs a butter knife from the table and prepares to fight. He pivots with his little family behind his back. At the far end of the table sits Herb, briefcase on the floor at his feet.

“Hi.”

Five grips the knife more tightly.

“Stay back.” He spits, head turning in all directions, looking for an attack from unseen agents yet for the moment not noticing the black-clad figure at the other end of the room.

 “You just stay there or I’ll make sure Dot gets you back in pieces.”

Only when the figure speaks are Five’s agitated eyes drawn his way.

“Calm down bro.”

“Digeo?”

His brother emerges from where he’s been leaning against the wall, arms folded. Five looks frantically between him and Herb, uncomprehendingly.

“You…you-?”

“Put that knife down. You barely know what to do with it.”

Five ignores this.

“You better tell me what’s happening here or I swear to god, I’ll kill you both.”

“There’s no need for this,” Herb stutters, as Diego snorts dismissively, “we don’t want this to get messy.”

“We?” Five growls,teeth gritted, looking at Diego with mad rage, “you wanna explain this , Diego?”

“We just been trying to make sure that you didn’t end the world.”

Herb steps in, standing so that he’s between the brothers.

“But you didn’t.You fixed it. You gave us quite the run-around, but you designed an elegant solution and that fixed it all, so everything’s fine .”

Five’s eyes are still on Diego, reeling from a feeling of betrayal. Diego looks back at him, expression almost equal in anger.

“You’re not the only one who can run off and make plans on his own, Five.”

“Why?” Five says, voice a cracking hiss, “Why would you…how could you?”

Herb cuts in, clearly trying to diffuse the situation,

“We’re not going to hurt them. There’s no need anymore”

Five’s head jerks with the speed he turns his furious gaze back to Herb,

“You sent Wynn.”

“Because she’d do it quickly and quietly. With the least trauma. At the time I thought it was necessary. I did tell you that I would have to take action.”

“But you took action against her .” he says, voice rising to a shout, “You know I’d never let that happen. I thought you meant some other version of me!”

Herb shrugs nervously, as if to say: ‘Well, you just assumed.’

With the butter-knife held aloft, Five breathes hard, unwilling to let down his defenses, mind racing and smarting with the disloyalty. Diego cranes slightly in an effort to see Aoife in her carrier.

“Is that my niece?”

Five feels a strong urge to blink directly to Diego and stab him in the throat, but the need to shield you overrides it. 

“Don’t you dare!” he says, angrily.

At this, Diego throws up his arms in exasperation.

“A thank you, would be nice, asshole.”

“A thank you?” hissed Five, 

“Yeah! It was me who persuaded him out of killing them!”

Five looks between them, uncomprehendingly. The new information strikes him like a blow.

Herb starts to talk.

“It’s true. I…please, before we continue, I just need your reassurance that you don’t intend to destroy the Commission.”

“Explain,” Five says sternly, ignoring him. 

“Okay, okay,” says Herb, hands up by his ears again, “Look, the portals- you know they were an existential threat.” 

Five nods.

“After we tried to…neutralize the threat the first time, we ran the numbers and it became clear that they were going to die as a result of our action anyway.”

Five feels his facial muscles twitch and Herb continues hurriedly.

“But then, the version of you that watched them die jumped back, and the ISB went crazy. All our numbers were inconclusive. The entire timeline shifted. We had no way of telling whether there was a huge paradox brewing and, as far as we knew, there were going to be huge, unpredictable and uncontrollable portals to contend with.

And that’s when I came to your brother.”

Herb glances at Diego.

“I admit, I asked him to tell me where you were, and I intended to sign another kill order, but he refused. He told me that you would always have a plan and interference would be dangerous.

Five looks at Diego, looking back at him insolently.

“You see,” Diego says, “I actually trust my brother. Wonder what that feels like?” he adds, bitterly.

“And he was right.” Herb continues, “You kept Aoife’s portals contained and you made sure to clean up after yourself. It was genius...if you don't mind me saying.”

“I also told him,” Diego says, “that you’d be planning to tear the Commission to the ground. And I told him that if he hurt either of them,” (a gesture to you and Aoife), “our whole family would be right there alongside you.”

“He was very graphic about that part,” Herb mutters.

Five doesn’t move, looking into Diego’s face. The fear and rage is starting to subside. He hadn’t been planning to tear the Commission to the ground, but Herb didn’t know that. He thought that entering into a contract was the one form of leverage he had with the Commission, but it seems he had more cards to play than he realized.

“So,” Diego continues, “I told Herb that the only way of avoiding that unpleasant outcome was to leave you alone, wait until you came home and then talk it out with all three of us. And that’s why we’re here.”

Five lowers the knife a little. When he doesn’t speak, Herb breaks in,

"Please, can we agree a truce? We've reinstated your pipeline and, for what it's worth, I’m glad it worked out this way. I meant what I said: I was truly sorry to sign off the kill order."

"Your sorry wouldn't mean a damn thing if I'd had to bury them", Five barks.

"I know." Herb looks at Aoife and smiles, "That’s a beautiful baby, by the way. You must be so proud."

Five's face twitches a little with suppressed anger, still looking straight at Herb.

“We’re getting off topic,” says Diego, deliberately, sounding calm again, “Five: can you promise to leave the Commission alone given that they let your plan play out?”

A moment of thought, and then a stiff nod.

"Agreed.”

“Thank you,” Herb says, relief strong behind his words. 

He stands and begins to fiddle with the briefcase. When it’s set appropriately, he looks up at Five, 

“I think it can safely be said that I owe you a favor.” He looks over at you, (although you are unaware of it.), "Diego tells me you're engaged?"

Five gives a microscopic nod, feeling himself begin -finally- to calm down. 

Herb smiles. Five is a complex and scary man but this love affair has humanized him beyond Herb's expectations. He was there when it started and it pleases him to sense a happy ending on the horizon. 

"I sense an invite to the wedding might not be on the cards for me. But, for your honeymoon, how about a briefcase? Any time, any place. You can take a trip as long as you like. The return journey could deposit you only ten minutes or so after you left…pretty good for new parents."

Five considers, no longer on edge.

"We'd consider that...thank you."

"It's the least I can do."

“And…when the time comes. We’ll see about an invitation.”

Herb smiles. Their eyes meet in a moment of confluence.

“I’d be honored if so.”

He’s gone in a flash of light and time restarts.

Five massages his temples a little to relieve the pressure there.

“What?” you ask, surprised to find Five suddenly with his back to you, a butter knife in hand.

“Oh…uh, Hi Diego,” you say, noticing him. 

The family are all pleased to see you. Five dispatches messages to Luther, Sloane and Viktor to announce your safe return and the birth of your daughter.

Klaus gives a little cry of joy when he sees you all. He pulls you both into a hug that Five resists with only mild violence.

“I wanna hold!”

You put her down and Five unstraps her from the carrier. She fusses a little as he lifts her and passes her over.

“Uncle Klaus, meet Aoife.”

“Oh!! Look at the little baby!” Klaus coos and cuddles her. 

The unfamiliar person spooks her and she begins to cry. He tries to soothe her but ends up passing her back to you.

“We’ll hit it off sooner or later. Probably when she's sixteen and wants pot.”

“If you give her pot before she’s at least twenty-five, I’ll kill you,” you say. 

Lila’s reaction is predictable. She strokes Aoife’s cheek a little before saying:

“She looks like her Dad…but that's not her fault, poor little bugger.”

Five gives her a look and she blows him a sarcastic kiss. He tries to scowl but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

Santi’s nervous around the new baby but is soon holding her on the couch quite happily, diligently supporting her head. She’s fallen into a dead sleep now and is quite happy to be passed around like a puppy at an elementary school.

As Five watches, paternal joy and affection for his nephew warming his heart, Diego appears at his shoulder and claps him on the back.

“Congratulations, bro.”

Five returns the gesture.

“Thanks Diego.” 

He hopes his voice makes it clear how weighted his words are. The faint squeeze of Diego’s fingers around his shoulder blade seem to answer in the affirmative.

Five has taken Aoife to bed. While the others chat lazily, Klaus wends his way over to you, sitting on the chesterfield couch by your fireside armchair.

“How you doing, girl?”

You think, letting out a long sigh. You feel like you’ve aged a decade since you were last here. Your life now is going to be unrecognizable from the one you left the last time you closed that front door.

“It’s weird being home,” you say, “Especially now...I guess I don’t have a job to go back to.”

Klaus grins, “Not so fast, Momma. You still got a job.”

You look at him, questioningly.

“After you left, I paid a visit to your office. In full uniform. I had the tie, I had the blazer: I looked hot. I just explained the situation and they were pretty amenable.” Klaus stretches out like a cat and continues.

“They think you're hot shit actually. Off on another cool Umbrella Academy world-saving adventure. Your boss was so impressed I thought he was going to cream himself. He nearly cried when I conjured his grandma. She was an awesome- real bra burner feminist type. She helped me negotiate a pretty generous maternity package.”

You look at him, stunned.

“Klaus, really? Are you serious? Thank you, I-”

Klaus cuts you off, returning your hug with equal enthusiasm.

“Ah, don’t sweat it. You and me are teammates, remember?”

When you let him go and settle smilingly back into your armchair, Klaus changes the topic:

“Must have been pretty weird: living with two Fives for weeks and weeks.”

“It did get confusing at times.”

He’s silent for a second.

“Did you…” he circles his hips suggestively.

You don’t answer, looking at him disapprovingly. He raises both hands,

“I get it, I get it. A lady never tells.”

You grin, “You know I’m no lady, Klaus.”

His mouth drops open in shocked and scandalized joy.

“You slut!” he whispers, in a tone of strong congratulation.

“You might say…”, you lower your voice, “I had Ten.”

Klaus takes a second to catch your meaning, his eyes light up with hope and he raises his hands, clasped, to just under his chin

“You mean two...at once?”

You give him a smile as if you couldn’t possibly say.

He whoops with laughter and holds up a hand for a high five. Just as you’re about to slap it, he says:

“No, wait!” he raises the other palm, “Gimme TWO Fives! HA! Title of your sex tape!”

You slap both hands and laugh with him.

“Did they?” he whispers.

You shake your head, your voice almost imperceptible as you say. “But it was pretty damn good.”

Klaus laughs shrilly, his eyes filling with joyful tears. He pulls you into a hug.

“I love yooou! You've given me such a beautiful gift. I’ll never let him forget this. Never.”

In your attic room, Aoife sleeps in the bassinet, her breathing a tiny gurgling whistle. Five sleeps on the slipper chair next to her, his hair flopping over his eyes. He's wearing only a pair of jeans; when soothing her to sleep, he practices skin-on-skin contact as much as he’s able.

There’s only one word for it: he looks beautiful. He’s sprawled, exhausted from caring for his baby. A daddy now in every sense of the word. The jeans are a little too big, so sit a little baggily at the waist. Your eyes follow the trail of hair down his stomach and abs, watching as it disappears into the shadow below his waistband. One subtly muscled arm is raised over his head as he leans on the back of the chair.

You’ve not had sex since delivering her and you think it may be a few more weeks yet. You still need time to heal. None of that stops you wanting him though. Seeing him so naturally nurture and protect makes your heart ache for him in new ways. It’s a primal feeling.

Suddenly, you remember: his extremely late Christmas present. Part of you feels like you should let him sleep but you’re too excited. You dig it out of the back of the wardrobe and remove the bag so it’s only in its red giftbox. You lean towards him and kiss his raised bicep.

He stirs blearily.

“Hm?”

“Hi.” you whisper, kissing him again. He sits up and stretches, all the muscles pulling taught as he does so, all their lines and valleys becoming momentarily more pronounced. He sits up straighter and beckons you to sit with him.

“Do you want your Christmas present?”

He smiles sleepily, “I’d forgotten about that.”

You pass him the box, “Be careful, it’s a little fragile.”

He opens it and stares down.

The book is half leather bound with the titles gilded onto the spine. It only has the minor imperfections compatible with its age.  

He doesn’t speak for a few seconds, running his finger gently over the cover.

“How old is it?”

“1883.”

“Wow.” He opens it gently to the title page, “Published in London.”

“It’s a first edition; the first time they were published together in a single volume.”

He turns the pages carefully, stopping to look at the illustrations. He laughs a little, clearly overjoyed with it and the meaning behind it. Jane Austen had cropped up in your relationship more than once; the first time you’d truly made him laugh, (after he asked to ‘court’ you), and more recently as you’d read Persuasion to him as he recovered from a bullet wound.

“Northanger Abbey and Persuasion" he says, impressed. "Her first completed novel and her last.”

Northanger's lively parody to Persuasion's melancholy: juxtaposition of the author in juvenility and maturity. Though seventeen years separated one Austen from the other, both were inescapably her: a wry smile always more or less present behind each word.

He looks up from an illustration of Catherine Morland searching through a mysterious chest and turns his tired eyes towards you, smiling. His thanks are restrained and even more demonstrative for that.

“Thank you, dear one; truly.”

He closes the book.

End of Part 3

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Common mistakes made when arguing with exclus (and how to respond properly)

Hi mspec lesbians today I'm gonna talk about some things that exclus say often, the common responses that get nowhere, and how to properly respond (all joking btw)

#1: "Lesbians can't be attracted to men. If you're attracted to men in any capacity, you can't be a lesbian"

Incorrect reply ❌: Actually, I'm not attracted to men, I just recognize my attraction to multiple feminine and neutrally aligned genders as mspec

Correct reply ✅: (HEARTS, DIAMONDS,) I CAN DO ANYTHING!

Exclus don't care about reason. Make deltarune references instead. Especially if you are an mspec lesbian attracted to men

#2: "I just don't get it though how does that work"

Incorrect reply ❌: *An actual detailed response explaining mspec lesbians*

Correct reply ✅: The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a Multistage Aerobic Capacity Test...

There are dozens of resources on mspec lesbians. This reply is especially helpful for when you've already tried explaining. They just won't get it if they don't wanna.

#3: "Maybe lesbian USED to include nonexclusive attraction, but that's in the past now!"

Incorrect reply ❌: While some bi people did choose to leave themselves, a lot of us were forced out by Gold Star lesbians instead of just by natural language progression. If you guys wanted or needed your own spaces, you should have made your own. I have a right to be here.

Correct reply ✅: When single shines the triple sun, what was sundered and undone, shall be whole, the two made one, by Gelfling hand, or else by none.

When you explain things to exclusuonists, they plug their ears and ignore what you said. When you say cryptic shit, they have to think.

#4: "Why do you have to make everything so complicated with your identity?"

Incorrect reply ❌: I do not feel a single label properly explains my identity, and I feel all these labels fit my experience.

Correct reply ✅: Gotta catch 'em all

"Abro lesbian, I choose you!" *throws PokeLGBallT*

#5: "Just pick one!"

Incorrect response ❌: I can't just pick one. These labels all have a meaning to me and picking one feels like I'm picking between parts of myself.

Correct reply ✅: I don't have to. I don't have to do anything I don't want to do. Vice Principal Nero likes me best and there's a special beef and bean burrito with a little ribbon on it just for me.

You don't have to just pick a single label. No one fits neatly into one little box, and those of us who like boxes anyway are building our box forts. You don't owe an explanation to exclus beyond "I don't want to."

#6: "Liking women and nonbinary people doesn't count as mspec!"

Incorrect reply ❌: Yeah it does. Way to be transphobic and biphobic in one sentence.

Correct reply ✅: I consider that a dignified argument. Not really, it was actually quite pathetic. *aggressive banjo sounds*

Self explanatory why this reason sucks. 2+ genders = mspec. Even if those 2 genders are girl and demigirl, you can consider yourself mspec.

#7: "Mspec lesbians harm real lesbians and erase the meaning of the word lesbian"

Incorrect reply ❌: I am literally just existing

Correct reply ✅: Oogalie boogalie bitch

You can't fix stupid and convince them we don't hurt anyone. Embrace being the destroyer of lesbianism.

#8: "Just say homosexual/homoromantic if you use the SAM instead of lesbian, because lesbian is exclusive to people not attracted to men in any way"

Incorrect reply ❌: Not only do you not really mean that, because you actually only draw the line at sexual and romantic attraction, but that's the most ridiculous level of gatekeeping. No other lgbt label in the world has a requirement on both sexual AND romantic attraction except aroace and other -rose labels, but those are specifically combos FOR romantic and sexual attraction. No one should have to call themselves homo- instead of lesbian just because their romantic orientation is different than their sexual orientation. Plus that definition means every aroace woman and nonbinary person is a lesbian.

Correct reply ✅: How about no. *then you waddle away, waddle waddle waddle.*

Again, you owe nobody an explanation. You don't have to. Just say no.

#9: "Mspec lesbian labels contribute to real lesbians being harassed, assaulted, and (r-word that I won't type until I learn how to censor)"

Incorrect reply ❌: You're beyond hope. Someone who would assault someone either doesn't care about their orientation or is doing it specifically because they think the person isn't attracted to them and needs to be fixed. It is their own entitlement, ego, and lack of care for other people that leads to that happening, not teens identifying as bi lesbians. Let's pretend all straight men think all lesbians will like men. Not even straight women like every man they see. No one will claim "well because I am a lesbian who likes men, you now have to date men." That's the single stupidest thing a person could ever think. You'd be smarter unironically believing 2 + 2 = 5, the Earth is flat, and MH370 was hijacked by Russians than believing unironically that a single lesbian who doesn't like men at all would be forced to date men because a different lesbian did. Some lesbians like nonbinary people and some only like women, and the ones who only like women aren't forced to date nonbinary people. You single handedly bring down the average intelligence of all humanity by a significant margin.

Correct reply ✅: For a clownfish, you really aren't that funny.

Anyone stupid enough to believe this can't be reasoned with and they will hopefully never be in charge of anything. Don't waste your energy.

I can't think of a 10th so that's all folks