#he's really an It Guy but like. specifically in the fact that he has his ambitions So Handled

[muntitled]

Work In Progress

Pairing: Gwi-nam x fem!reader

Summary: Gwinam learns you never know how much you love something until lose it…

Warnings: God Complex!Gwinam, Dark!fic, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, Shy!reader, Bullying, Unrequited Love, Toxic Relationship, Jealousy, Madonna whore complex, Narcissism, Weaponizing!Cheongsan (sorry boo), Public sex, Unprotected Sex, Pral Sex, Underage Sex (technically), Masturbation Fem!rec, Dom/Sub, God Kink?, DUB/CON, humming, Spitting, Extreme Degradation, Mentions of Rape, Dacryphillia, Humping,Choking, Gagging, Subspace, Slapping, Sadism, Masochism, Breeding Kink,

A/n: the word 'rape' is used. Please be aware. You might recognize this fic if you've read my other stuff but it's because I rewrote it for another character cus no one was really checking for Gwinam like that. Kdrama fics are quite niche.

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You have made peace with the incomparable fact, long ago, that if God existed then he was far too busy to attend to you. There is just too much going on all at once: Smartphones are threatening devolution. The planet is on the edge of a burning match. There are bigger things than this.

Still, swirling in the depths of your stomach is the incriminating need to cry, and pray, and perhaps maybe even touch yourself, too.

Your moral compass is a work in progress.

It had a knack for getting nefariously cloudy, especially when he entered the mix…

Gwinam's eyes are blown into saucers as he looks down at you. He is utterly restless, not knowing what to do with himself, when you took so much of him, so well. His satisfaction has you fighting the urge to hum and moan around the head of his cock.

Despite all this, you are clearly aware of the fact that you should not be enjoying this at all. Not one bit.

For starters, your knees are cutting into gravel, your shirt is unbuttoned because Gwinam was like a moth to a fucking flame when it came to your ample breasts and his hand was locked tightly in your kinky curls, forcing his cock even further down his throat.

You clench your toes, trying not to gag.

"Fuck, you're taking me so well," Gwinam got exceedingly verbal during most of your secret trysts. With his slurred speech, the boy could murmur every curse, praise and degradation under the sun.

"Such a good fucking slut," but the invisible word always hung heavy between you two. A word you always wanted to hear him say…

Mine. Mine. Mine.

He had always, and would always fail to claim you, in any capacity, even under the spell of sexual intoxication.

"What they don't understand… Is that I'm actually a really nice guy." Gwinam begins that weird quirk where he speaks to himself while he uses your body for his own pleasure. You were made to question whether you were his therapist or his whore. You love it though.

Every habit or quirk of his was indiscriminately locked away in a safe and buried in the depths of your consciousness.

"I'm really-" You slide your tongue along his shaft, ripping a hoarse groan from his chest and momentarily stumping his verbal momentum.

"What no one seems to understand, is that… I'm a… fair fucking guy, too." Feeling himself get too close, Gwinam eases his cock fully out of your mouth, languidly stroking himself but still assuming a firm grip on your hair. He is operating on that very specific plain of narcissism that

was special to Gwinam. He is aware of your presence, physically, but his words are spoken into the open air, like you are an inanimate object. A glorified fleshlight.

"And that fucking Jinsu," He punctuates his sentence with an incredulous laugh- it blossoms across his usually stoic visage, raising his buttercup cheekbones towards his smiling eyes. All you can do is sit back on your haunches, lift the sleeve of your fitted school jersey to wipe away the excess saliva. You remain kneeled in front of him, knowing he has yet to finish.

As he talks, a slow feeling of admiration seeps into the pit of your stomach which is utterly pathetic, given that your feelings will not ever be reciprocated.

"They wanna make me seem like a murderer-" he exclaims, "Me?! It's not my fault he tried to kill himself,” He laughs incredulously. His smile is utterly dazzling in the unambiguous morning glow, with his rugged hair messy just how you like it. You recognize his black undershirt as the same shirt he might've worn yesterday, and the day before that, and perhaps even the day before that. His school shirt was wrinkled and unkempt and his shoes had seen far better days - even better years.

Brewing inside you is the need to take care of him. You knew the rest of the student body viewed Gwinam as an earth-dwelling parasite. Something that is only capable of thinking within the capacity of its own survival. Something that takes, and takes, and takes. But how could he know anything different? You suspected that his home life was built on the foundation of survival, on needing to be the loudest, and proudest, and baddest of them all.

"What the fuck are you doing?" The sharpness of his words slice through your thoughts, bringing you back to the lot behind the science block. The sound of students trickling in for their morning classes filled your ears but Gwinam's gaze was placed firmly on something below his exposed cock. Throughout this mindless tirade, your hand had taken to rubbing soft, comforting circles against his leg, quite literally on its own accord. Gwinam is bent over, head tilted as he watches you questioningly. You rip your hand away, embarrassed by the weird show of affection. Seconds stretch to a minute, and your stomach sinks as time passes.

Gwinam, eventually dismisses you, as he always does. He shakes his head and resumes his stroking. "Whatever," He says, tilting your own head back and lining your mouth with the head of his cock once more. His visage darkens into a cruel sadistic grin. "Tell me you want me to come in your mouth."

Almost insitinvely, you did as he ordered, and like clockwork, he groaned and cursed and emptied himself inside your mouth. You swallowed his cum, wondering if he knew how deeply and truly your admiration actually was. There is a moment, perhaps imagined, after he's finished, when the aftershocks are still running rampant through his body, in which his fingers gripping your hair, rub along the side of your soft, supple cheek. It stays there for longer than necessary, leaving bits and pieces of your composure scattered in its wake.

Gwinam straightens his posture, stuffing his flaccid cock back into his pants before making himself as presentable as the student body knows him to be (which admittedly is not a lot).

Before he turns to walk away, he leaves you stranded on a glacier with his ice cold words cutting deep into your beating heart.

"Tell anyone about this-"

"And I'm dead," You interject, "I know."

And with that, you pull your ruffled collar over your lint-free school jersey and check your reflection on your phone to assess the damage Gwinam and his iron grip might have left. You needn't wait for an extension on the conversation because your job here was done, (pun so malevolently intended). As far as Gwinam is concerned, you are an easy conduit to release his frustrations because your unpopularity makes you so incredibly inconspicuous. You blend into any given crowd at any given moment, your name seldom reaching the heights of ridicule among his group because you are so forgettable… There had been no reason to point out your flaws, not because you did not have any, but because you were simply invisible.

It is particularly strange to have any social interaction beyond the bounds of forced proximity through group projects and class discussions… so Cheongsan gifting you even a sliver of attention had been violently unorthodox. So unorthodox in fact, you failed to look up from the weathered pages of your novel when his gentle voice wafted in your direction. It was second period, English, your teacher was running late and while the class descended into mayhem you decided to read.

"I don't know if you're aware of this but…" Cheongsan leans over your desk, a deep shadow over the pages alerting you to his presence, "They both die at the end."

It was incredibly rare that Cheongsan, who sat at the desk directly in front of you, ever felt the need to strike up conversation that was not purely academic. So naturally, you peer up at him with shocked, questioning eyes.

"Sorry?"

"Y-Your book," He stutters, suddenly overcome by a wave of embarrassment even though there was nothing at all to be embarrassed about… he turns his chair slightly in your direction, his eyes darting to the door and the empty teacher's seat before meeting yours once more.

"'They Both Die At The End. The title of the book you're reading."

"Oh…" You affirm, rocking your head back and forth, "You were making a joke?"

"Nah," Cheongsan waves a large hand in dismissal, "The only thing I made was a fool of myself." You're not sure when it happens but you feel the lower half of your face melting into what you suspect is a smile. You can feel your shoulders relaxing and your novel lowering imperceptibly, to see more of him.

"Work on your delivery next time and maybe we'll be getting somewhere."

"You know- I swear I had a pair of balls before the start of this conversation," He purses his lips and clasps his hands on his lap in a dramatic display, "Now I'm not quite sure where they went."

Gwinam's feet pass over the threshold as soon as the sound of your laughter rushes past him. It is almost charming in its familiarity but incredibly curious in its rarity. He can't recall ever seeing you with your head thrown back while the instinctive sound of amusement races through your throat. He does not know he's staring until someone in his friend group shoves past him, to get to their own seats.

His eyes remain on you as he makes his way to his desk, hoping, perhaps, that you would turn your head infinitesimally, in acknowledgement of his presence in the row of desks to your right. You do nothing of the sort and it not only fills him with a weird sort of dissatisfaction but it bubbles into full blown vexation when he realises who is capturing your attention so viscerally.

Gwinam has never prided himself on his patience or tolerance. Overthinking being something he lived without. Most of his actions were spurred from things he felt in the now, and he was really fucking uncomfortable with what was happening now.

Perhaps if he…

"You didn't let me know we were having a picnic," The sound of a chair scraping against the tiles had both you and Cheongsan rallying into silence. Gwinam appears at your side, pushing the chair against yours so he, too, sits facing Cheongsan. Cheongsan who suddenly appears incredibly uneasy. Gone is the comfortable atmosphere cooked by easy and amicable conversation. Gwinam injecting himself into your little bubble created a suddenly charged and suffocating atmosphere. You cannot keep your hardened eyes off Cheongsan as Gwinam lowers himself to his chair, legs spread as he slouches down, like he always does.

"Don't stop now," He exclaims, completely oblivious to the fact that your Science teacher might walk in at any minute. "What were we talking about?" Your heart wrestles in your chest as you see him turn to address you in your periphery. His slouching puts him a level lower than you but it does nothing to lessen his intimidation. "Maybe I should ask, Cheongsan? What were you guys talking about?" There is not a trace of friendliness present in Gwinam's tone, in fact it's the very opposite. Your nerves, swelling with anxiety, only escalates into full on panic when you feel him place a large hand on your skirt under the table.

Cheongsan's voice is low and his eyes are trained on the floor, "Books-" Gwinam cuts him off with fervour.

"Books! How interesting!" The hyperbolic wonder in his tone is utterly rude and unbecoming, but still you refuse to look at him. "And tell me, Cheongsan… how many books have you read so far?"

It is then that Gwinam's once stationary hand begins the faintest trace of movement. He begins slow and tame, his callouses barely registering on the soft fabric of your chequered school skirt until his fingers prod the lining of your skirt…

your breath hitches in your throat.

Never had Gwinam ever felt the desire to touch you. Not in the way he made you touch him. It was made explicitly clear that only he would benefit from your secret rendezvous' and so you were left to deal with your aching cunt alone, with the image of the face he made when he came, still burned into your mind. It had never been about you.

"A couple," Says Cheongsan, fighting to show this bully that he was affected by his intimidation. If only he knew that with every advance Gwinam's palm made, you simply were not there.

"A couple books?" Asks Gwinam for clarity. He remains lax and languid on the inside, but the nature of his wandering hand underneath the desk tells a new story. He finally slips under your skirt. His palm connects with the softness of your thighs and he seems utterly pleased by it

His hand is immediately restless to explore how far you would let him go. Which isn't very far.

Not at all.

If he thought he could suddenly touch you after myriad occasions of using you like a discarded toy… he had another thing coming.

The tips of Gwinam's fingers make gradually increasing strokes along your thigh until his fingers prod the stretch marks on your inner thigh. It is there when you stop him, clenching your legs together, blocking his hand from any further movement.

Gwinam's voice is strained as he says, "And you like reading, Cheongsan?"

Sensing something brewing between the two of you - your withdrawn, hazy gaze, staring directly through him and Gwinam's overabundance in questions, has Cheongsan reeling backwards.

"I asked you a question, Cheongsan."

"I like reading."

"Good! That's really good!" Quite suddenly, Gwinam tilts the ends of his half-moon nails into your thigh, forcing them to weaken and unclamp. Before you're even able to think, his palm is cupping your cunt through your panties- forcing an indecent yelp from your throat which you quickly (and very badly) disguise as a cough.

Gwinam is utterly pleased while he continues mindlessly stroking your cunt. Not for the purpose of any glorious stimulation it seems. His hand is just there to show you (and perhaps maybe himself) that he has access to the most private part of you. That thought alone has an unforeseen and sudden wave of lust coursing through his veins and surging straight to his hardened cock. He thinks of all the things he could have done to you but failed to do. He thinks about how, up until this point, he had ever been satisfied with using your mouth alone, not when he was denying himself the softness of your pussy all along. He felt angry with himself, for being so fucking stupid, he is angry at Cheongsan for seeing whatever it is he saw in you, way before he did and, possibly most harrowing of all is the fact that he is angry with you. And he can't help but be angry at you. How easily you whore yourself out to any and every man. If this thing with Cheongsan had gone far enough, would you venture as far as to suck his cock in deserted sectors of the schoolyard? Had you even fucked Cheongsan before?

You bite down on your lower lip as your head bows to your book once more. The words blend into one another, and all you can feel is a rise in temperature and Gwinam's suddenly restless fingers, pressing rudely against your clit - or the sole purpose of ripping an orgasm out of you right then and there, at the very back of an unsupervised classroom, with Cheongsan still very much a part of the conversation.

"You've got so many books to read in your lifetime," Says Gwinam. He sits up slowly, likely spurred on by the dampness seeping through your panties.

"Don't cut your life short by trying to entertain other people's girlfriends, okay?"

Your skin feels like you are bathing in magma and you hope Cheongsan could not see the slight tremor on your hand as you gripped the sides of your book with more force than necessary. His words, however - they have you shifting forward and widening your legs minutely. You crave for nothing more than to roll your hips in tandem with the circles he's pressing against your clit.

"Understood?"

Your orgasm is dangerously close, with the promise of sheer, disgusting shame and embarrassment if he continues. You feel Cheongsan give you one final look, perhaps pleading for an interjection of denial at some point but you've taken to bouncing your knee under the table, hoping the vibrations might create enough friction to aide Gwinam's hands. He is keeping you trapped in a space of wanting. So much so, that this almost feels like a punishment.

Once Cheongsan is turned back around and facing the front of the class, Gwinam lowers his lips to your ears. You're so completely stimulated, even the warmth of his breath as you fight the urge to hump into his hand like a naughty little thing until you make a mess all over his hand.

"You're such a fucking slut, you know that?" Your book drops to your desk - muffled by the sounds of the classroom cacophony.

"Fuck," You whisper to yourself, blinking your eyes shut, fighting to ward off the need but to no avail. His fingers are long and limber, and they have you nearly cumming right there, in front of your entire fucking class. Had it not been for Mr Lee's haphazard arrival into the class, and the swift removal of Gwinam's fingers from between your legs… you might truly have become the slut he so often labeled you as.

Instead of moving to his designated seat, Gwinam lifts the same hand that has previously been in between your legs, right into the air.

"What?" Asks Mr Lee, his voice as lacklustre as his appearance.

"Can we go? We were excused by the Principal to assist Mrs-"

"Fine, fine," Says Mr Lee with a wave of dismissal before turning his attention to the rest of the class. "The rest of you, open your textbooks to page 56."

Gwinam's hand is clamped around your forearm, already leading you swiftly out the door in a long and wide stride. Had it been any other teacher at all, they might have recognized this for what it so clearly was.

"Here," you have barely made it fully into the girl's bathroom before Gwinam is stuffing his fingers down your throat, making you gag and yelp at the sudden intrusion. "Tell me how good you taste." He doesn't even bother to make sure you're truly left alone in the bathroom before pushing your front against the bathroom counter.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you," He forces his fingers deeper down your throat, causing you to cough and gag around them. You're supposed to be afraid because you've never seen him like this. Gwinam is always a ball of energy between trysts, but it's usually an energy he can somewhat contain.

You don't know what to do with him, not when he's watching you choke on his fingers through the mirror, while his other hand fondles at your breasts and rips your bra down until your nipples are poking through your school shirt.

The figure in the mirror distorts as your eyes begin to water. Thick beads of water grow pregnant at the ends of your eyes before rolling down the side of your face.

"My girl," Gwinam presses his face into your hair, breathing you in, pressing his front against your back. His hard cock in unmistakable through his pants, "My messy little girl,"

You finally moan candidly around his fingers, your fingers gripping the countertops while your hips buck into nothingness. Your eyes plead with him in the mirror, hoping they relay how utterly useless with lust you have become. It would not take hard work to cum, you're sure one more flick against your material-clad nipples might send you over the edge.

"Fuck, why didn't I think of this sooner," This is all new, even for the two of you.

"Spread your legs." He commands, even though his feet are already kicking them apart. "Come here," you break eye contact in the mirror to face the boy behind you.

Gwinam removes his fingers sitting in your mouth, leaving a trail of unbreakable saliva in its wake before replacing it with a long and messy kiss- one that has his tongue forcing itself inside.

Gwinam weaponizes your distraction to slide your panties to the side with one hand and rub your clit with his other, spit-coated hand.

You break away from the kiss, neck craning back and mouth hanging open while your eyebrows dissolve into crescents. You cannot look away from him, as you hump his hand.

"You wanna cum?" You nod enthusiastically. "And what if I told you, you can't cum until I've raped that little pussy of yours? Hm? What then?" His words have you mewling from the sheer pleasure they bring and your orgasm threatens to snap once more.

"Fuck," He hisses, feeling unable to remove his hand from your wet cunt but needing to, in order to undo his belt and pull his aching cock out. "Don't you dare fucking touch yourself," He says in a deadly quiet voice before bringing his hand up to your mouth. "Spit." You don't ever think of disobeying him, not when you're swimming so deeply in your subspace, not when he's the one to bring you here.

Gwinam collects every bit of saliva you offer him before coating his cock in the stuff.

Deciding not to waste anymore time, Gwinam does what his body is screaming for him to do: he bends you over the bathroom counter and pushes cock right through your slippery folds. It's tense and painful and your voice is hoarse from doing all that screaming but the sudden contact strokes a deeply sated part inside yourself. His curved and pretty cock ram your insides with reckless abandon, all while he delivers harsh and sharp slaps against your cheek. Gwinam keeps a firm grip on your throat. His mouth is inches away from you while his hips rut into yours. His words are being delivered through clenched teeth.

"You think you're so fucking cute, huh? You think you can walk around fucking any guy who even looks at you, huh!?" It doesn't even register that Gwinam wrongfully suspects that there had been something between Cheongsan and you, but you keep your mouth shut. For all his indifference in the past, this is how you would make him pay.

"Oh~ Fuck." His cock bruises your cervix, leaving Gwinam balls deep and feral inside you. "Fucking Cheongsan?! You wanna give what's mine, to fucking Cheongsan?!" It's utterly depraved and animalistic and it has your orgasm cresting. "What would Cheongsan think? If he saw me raping you in the bathroom like this? What would he think? Would he still want your slutty pussy knowing I've been inside it? Knowing that I've cum inside you and completely ruined you for anyone else,"

"You…" The tears threaten to spill, "it's only ever been you, Gwinam- oh my God! I'm so fucking close!" You fight down tears as the lava begins to bubble at the pit of your stomach.

"S-Say it again. Tell me you want me!" He exclaims, "Tell me you fucking need me."

"I fucking need you, Oh my God" You push your hips back to meet his thrusts.

His voice wavers after your confession. His strokes becoming sloppy, "F-Fuck! I am your God, baby. You need me so fucking badly…" He nods to himself while his heavy cock finds purchase in a specific clump of sensitive tissue inside your cunt. It has you clamping your own mouth shut, your elbows falling to the counter with your ass sticks out towards him, only allowing him better excess.

"I need you," You agree, swallowing a ball of saliva as you nod towards him through the mirror, "I need your cum inside me."

"Yeah-," Gwinam says, "M'gonna fucking breed your pussy right here, in the school bathrooms- fuck!" His grip on your throat grows tighter until you're wholeheartedly cut off from your air supply. You hump his cock until you feel it twitch inside you.

"Fuck! You're fucking making me cum you stupid slut!" You feel his hot cum spurting inside your walls, triggering your own orgasm that has you gripping his cock like a vice. "Oh fuck- you're fucking milking my cock, baby. Fucking take it." His hips stutter against yours until you've completely drained him of his cum. A sharp tremor settles over your bones and you gasp in vague increments, waiting for the overwhelming state of euphoria to subside… but it never does.

The weight of what you had done comes crashing back down but you are unable to feel anything besides an immense wave of satisfaction at having your deepest need satiated.

"I think I nearly killed Cheongsan today." His voice is a hoarse echo within the school bathrooms.

"There is no Cheongsan," You say, watching him through the mirror, "In my whole world, there is only ever you."

And a part of him believes you but he refuses to affirm something as emotionally stifling as that. Instead, Gwinam's eyes flutter shut as his nose finds your hair once more. His cock is still buried inside you, and you hiss as he moves his hips slowly, almost insitinvely. He loves being so wholly enveloped by you. He loves feeling you everywhere.

[shadesofblades]

So honored to be mentioned by @paintedscales / @primamchorus and @naejlas-axe! Both of these creators have amazing stories and are absolutely wonderful people! Please check them both out!

Going to add a few more blogs I love to see on my dash and I know to be great people! Sorry, I know this post is already long. I realized while typing these out that I have too many to recommend, so under the cut! (Also please note that some of these blogs might contain NSFW or sensitive content!)

@midnightmagicks I know this is a repeat but genuinely love Dizzi's creations. I am in fact biased since he is my partner, but every time he takes a new gpose or draws a new art piece, I fall in love with him all over again. His creativity is wonderful and from the heart, adding pieces of himself to each of his creations. Whenever he writes, it always brings the characters to life in both the dramatic and light-hearted moments. His blog is mostly for his cute bunny E'mal, but he has many amazing and colorful characters!

@soulshards / @bloodredhands Jem is an amazing creator with a wide variety characters to choose from! Their gposes are always so well done and their writings are often immensely interesting. They keep coming up with new characters and new stories and it's honestly impressive how neatly organized their blog is with all their creations. Their soulshards blog has all of their characters except for Ezekiel who is a very special boy with his own blog!

@prettygayway Basil's characters are all unique and quirky, making them very intriguing and leaving you wanting more. From blind priest to back alley doctor to yakuza boss, they got a huge variety! Their stories are always complex and intense, with silly gaffes here and there that make you fall in love with their characters.

@placesyoucallhome Q was already mentioned, but their blog is a must follow. Their soft art and dramatic characters are all extremely cool and a pleasure to have on my dash. The amount of intrigue and emotion they can conjure from their creations is phenomenal. ALSO If you like pin-ups, they're the one to commission from!

@avaritia-ffxiv Gore is an amazing writer that can bring you into such deep and dark characters with incredible skill. Their writing truly is like reading something professional from a published author. Their art and gposes are all just as sharp and impressive! I adore their massive collection of Viera and Elezen!

@briar-ffxiv While Bard is not as active on tumblr much nowadays, I still wanted to give a brief shout out to them since they have amazingly in-depth characters! They truly love their creations, having thought about every aspect for each of them!

@valdiis I believe Val was also mentioned before, but had to give a shout out to her as well! Her writings of romance are always so endearing to read. Her characters are clearly filled with love! Please check out her other character blogs specifically!

@chocoblep Shieke is an amazing writer with a plethora of cool and distinctive characters. It's been really fun to get to know their cast!They also make really amazing carrds and gposes! Highly recommend this sweetheart of a person.

@avampyone Pharos is a wonderful person with a very cool selection of characters. It's clear that they put in a lot of work and love into each of their creations. I have been amazed by the screenshots of their characters they post and all the writing they do! Also, if you're gothy or love vampires, please check out their blog lol

@vazaymir Vaza has some very beautiful characters with dark and interesting backstories. Their writing is phenomenal and their gposes are always so alluring. Highly recommend their blog and characters if you enjoy badass women.

@charm-in-spades Another very cool guy with very cool characters. His characters feel hand crafted from someone who thinks deeply about each part of them, giving them truly dynamic personalities.

@humblemooncat Yes, I know I'm repeating AGAIN. But Orion has an amazing selection of beautiful characters and is genuinely one of the kindest people I've met on the platform. He holds and helps many community events held in game that I have attended and enjoyed! Also an amazing artist and gposer!

@sae-mian An absolute sweetheart of a person who's energy and enthusiasm never fails to make me smile. Pan's characters are all beautiful and handsome, and their gposes are always amazing and beautiful! Also their art is fantastic!

@thorneyes Ptero is more active in game than anything, but I wanted to shout them out as well since I really love their characters and writing. They are skilled with RP, making their characters feel alive!

There's so many more people I could list since I am witness to an amazing community here on tumblr. There are some blogs I have found more recently that I am very interested to learn more about their characters and adventures! Thanks every buddy for being cool and kind!

SHAMELESS PLUGGING - FFXIV STYLE!

It's that time of year again! Here are just a FEW of the amazing blogs available to follow in the FFXIV community here on Tumblr! (A lot of them can also be found on Bluesky--two for one shot!) If you're not following them, YOU SHOULD BE!

@lynxden -- gorgeous shots, amazing information on lion dancing and the history of it, even some goddamn STOP MOTION ANIMATION with FFXIV screenshots, that is astounding.

@coldshrugs -- a gorgeous WoL and some absolutely amazing screenshots, I am just... *sigh*

@darcar -- a Viera as pretty as Anna (and I rarely say that...)

@cerbaros -- the GPose just gets better and better and BETTER...!

@zylphiacrowley -- ever wanted to go through the MSQ in graphic novel format? Zyl's got you covered.

@mist-touchedxiv -- come get you some Viera lore theorizing and some really interesting backstory!

@abyssalmermaiden -- legit I wonder what people drink to come up with such absolutely fucking cool character ideas...

@iron-sparrow -- why are you not following them? Why are you not following them? YOU'RE MISSING YEIN!

@ink-dreams-ffxiv -- the fishercatte is so CUTE!

@oneiroy -- not only do they put up some hella good mods, they take AMAZING shots.

@verysmallcyborg -- and if you follow Ryss, you have to follow Fornax so you can get the complete "butches in love" package!

@nolanel-corbeaux -- you will meet the skink and you will thank me for directing you to this one.

@ser-corviknight -- Avery has such FUN characters and one of the most unique WoLs I've ever seen.

@ahollowgrave -- I will always and forever push more people to follow Odette.

@feralkwe -- watching Feral get into GPose crimes is almost as delightful as reading their fanfic.

@arty-ffxiv -- when you meet Kupa, you'll wonder why it took so long to follow.

@drownedlight - this is really just a gateway to their AO3 page, but I know the fanfic will lure in just... OH so many...

@sezja -- a violet Hrothgal is the first beauty to greet you, isn't that a delight???

DO YOU KNOW MORE??? ADD MORE!!! GIVE ME MORE WONDERFUL, TALENTED PEOPLE TO FOLLOW!!!

(Like you @luck-and-larceny I see you posting more Malika lately...!)

[kalinara]

The thing about Scott and Nathan that will always be funny to me is that ultimately the whole "losing your child at a young age and not meeting them again until they're adults" is not a terribly rare beat in comics.

It's, in fact, incredibly common. Logan's got that beat with Akihiro. Raven's got it with Kurt. Xavier with David...maybe, to be honest, I've never been sure when Xavier first became aware of David's existence. I'll have to track down those comics.

Hell, Magneto managed to RAISE his kids and only learn they're actually his kids after they reach adulthood. Whereupon they became not his kids. Sort of. But then he got another adult kid. Whatever.

The thing that's funny about Scott though is that he goes through that plot beat, has the requisite angst about not being able to raise his kid and missing out on most of his childhood, and then promptly decides "okay, well, I'm going to keep raising this fifty year old man anyway."

It's subtly different from the other examples, I think. Akihiro was willing to acknowledge Logan as his father, but they were enemies for a long time. And while there is some cautious acceptance now, they're still not really a traditional father-and-son. Kurt acknowledges Raven and even tries to support her at times, but Raven's not the most maternal at the best of times. The less said about Xavier's fuck ups the better.

The hilarious thing about Scott and Nathan is that they actually do act like father and son. And eventually, that starts to make sense. Scott and Jean did, after all, raise Nathan for the first ten years of his life, albeit under pseudonyms and in borrowed bodies. And then, much later, they got to raise him for maybe a year more on Krakoa?

But those are things that get established later on. And Nathan's spent like thirty-to-forty years after that basically on his own. But for whatever reason, he sees this perpetually twenty-something dude insist on acting like his dad, and inviting him to family dinner and giving him Christmas presents and shit like that, and just kind of goes "yeah, okay. You're my dad now."

And it even extends to Rachel and Nate Grey. Because really, Rachel isn't their daughter. She's the daughter of a long dead alternate future version of Scott and Jean. She's under no obligation to go along with Scott's awkward attempts at fatherhood. And he really has no business trying to be a dad to someone who at various times is either his own age (circa X-Factor) or only a few years younger (current interpretation.) But nope, Rachel's their daughter. And she goes along with it, even when she's mad at him during the Emma years.

Nate Grey is even more bizarre, since he's Sinister's test tube baby from a parallel universe where Scott and Jean didn't even meet until adulthood. (Though it did seem like they might be getting somewhere toward the end.) But he's invited to family dinner too. And while he's not specifically named, I think it's important to note that there are THREE rooms in the kids' section of the Summer House. Not two.

Room number 17 is listed as "empty". But Scott's an organized sort of guy, if he built three rooms in the kids' section, then he meant three rooms.

(Also notice that there's an empty room in the brothers' section too. Maybe if Adam-X wasn't busy in the Mojo-verse, he'd have had a place to stay too?)

It's just funny to me. Other characters meet their kids as adults and are like "okay, well, we've missed so much time and opportunity, we'll have to cautiously find our way forward as adults". Scott Summers is like "Okay, well, you're my kids, so dinner's at six, bedtime's at eleven, and we'll talk about your homework later."

[chrattho1]

employee!matt x boss!reader

do you have a problem?

summary: matt has been working under you for 2 years now,you have a very professional relationship with all your employees but sometimes when you catch matt staring at you and checking you out—you can’t help but be intrigued by what goes on in his head.

warnings: use of pet names, oral (m.receiving),sub!matt

a/n: there will be a pt2 for this!

“so these have to go in today?” matt’s eyes squint as he questions you in your office.

you click your teeth before looking up at him from the computer screen. “yes matt,do you have a problem staying late and finishing them up?” your eyebrows in a knot.

“i guess not” matt’s voice lower now as he looks down at the files in his hands,his foot tapping the floor next to your desk.

“start working on them” you said,eyes not leaving the screen.

you can hear matt sigh softly as he walks out of your office with the pile of files he has to work on,the pile of files that’ll take at least 2 hours to get done.

its already 5 pm, everyone in the office has left the premise to go to their respective homes,families,maybe get a drink with their friends,but you and matt are stuck in the office.matt still working on those files and you on digitising them one by one as he comes by and drops each one of them off in your office. even though you could have more people wait back-you would rather have only one person stay back and do the work,so you chose matt. is there a specific reason behind you choosing him? maybe.

you walk out of your office,trailing down your way to matt’s cubicle where you hear him humming a song.

you lean on the cubicle wall,watching him bob his head to the song as he fills out some papers.

“i wanna share an apartment a room,-mh mhm mh-” matt spins in his chair as he hums the lyrics to a song,but the spinning comes to a halt when he sees you leaning on his wall,smiling at him.

“hey” you said,your arms crossed,your shoulders still leaning on to the wall.

“hi” matt returns the smile,but his expression soon changes watching you still stand there,why were you here? don’t you have work to do as well? his thoughts race up,just as any employee’s thoughts would if their boss stood there staring at them doing their work.

“what? can i not supervise you?” you spoke, playfulness lacing your words.you slowly make your way to his small desk,pushing up and sitting on it. you’re now right in front of his chair,your bare knees brushing against his clothed ones.

matt’s breath hitches but he can do nothing but simply shake his head at your question,his lips curl up when senses your playful tone.

“i like your earing” you said pointing at his ear with a smile on your face,a smile you don’t often give to people in the office.

matt’s hands involuntarily reach to his earing,touching it,almost not convinced that he just got complimented by you.

“uh—thanks-thank you” matt’s eyes never leave you. something building up in his chest,but he doesn’t really know what.

“lets take a break yeah?” you said bringing your face closer to him,your hand reaching to grab the hand rest of his chair,your faces inches apart. matt’s chest heaving,his breathing ragged and you’ve barely spoken two sentences to him.

to your statement of taking a break matt nods,his eyes fluttering not knowing what is happening right now.

“so matt,tell me about yourself,got a girlfriend? a wife? kids?” your manicured nails tap the hand rest of his chair. matt shakes his head to your question,to which you frown.

“really?” you ask in disbelief,feeling a rush of excitement as soon as you realise that this is perfect.

“i don’t” matt shrugs,he has a smile on his face making it very clear that he is embarrassed.

“how is that possible? you’re a good looking guy,well spoken,make good money at this company” you state facts about him that you know,sounding almost like you admire those things about him, and that makes matt suck in a breath.

you praising him,talking to him in this demeanour,he feels like he is in a wet dream that he’s definitely had before-so naturally his pants start feeling tighter around his groin.

matt shrugs,his eyes not batting away,he is not even blinking as much.

“i thought girls would throw themselves at you” you bite the inside of your cheek,matt’s non verbal,flustered state making you want to tease him even more.

matt shakes his head again,letting you know that girls in fact don’t throw themselves at him.

“that’s a shame,i personally think you’re a greaatt guy” you pout,your hands reaching down to rest on one of his knees.

“fuck” matt whispered under his breath,but the office being so quite made his voice almost echo in your ears,you smirk at his reaction. a reaction he gave from something so small.

“like when i touch you?” you spoke tilting your head down and looking up,matt nods frantically.

“gotta use your words matt” one side of mouth curling up.

“ye-yes i do” matt finally lets words out of his mouth-shaky,hasty words.

“want me to touch you more?” your hand now stroking his thigh,at an extremely slow pace. you can feel his skin radiating heat from underneath the pants he’s worn.

“yes- please—” matt couldn’t have sounded more desperate if he tried to,his hips rising and sliding down the chair.

you lean over him more with your hands moving up to his tie,loosening it.your eyes never leave his as you do so.

matt’s eyes scan all over your you,your tits right in his face. his hands go up from his sides to softly lay at your waist.

“is this okay?” shaky words from him fall onto your features with his breath,minty you think.

“mhm” you nod,his tie now almost fully loose.

“please-” matt’s voice low,but your receptors catch it perfectly.

you grab the end of his loosened tie,pulling him up with you.dragging him into your office,matt fully giving into your actions,loving every single second of what’s happening-even the walk from his cubicle to your office.

once you’re both in the office,you push him against the door,his body weight closing it on its own.the way you’re pressed onto him-you can feel the the rhythm of his heartbeat aligning with yours,his being just a tad bit higher than yours. you can also feel his throbbing dick press against your inner thigh.

your fingertips trail along his jaw,feeling the tiny hair from his stubble. “i see the way you look at me matt” you whisper. he looks at you with wide eyes,exhaling deeply. your fingers now making their way up to his mouth,index finger toying with his bottom lip.

“what do you have to say about that huh?” your finger slowly making its way in,and he opens his mouth for you to do so.

“always so quite,looking so innocent” your voice low and seductive,matt’s eyes flicker at the sound. his mouth still hung open with just the tip of your finger in it.

you lay small pecks on his cheeks slowly,before getting to his lips dropping your hand to his chest,pressing him down. matt complies immediately kissing you with hurry he’s never been in before. the room is filled with sounds of sharp breaths that were taken through matt’s nose while his mouth was occupied. as both your lips and tongues were tied your hands got busy untucking his shirt from under his pants. his hands rested on your hips softly.

you pull away to slide his suit jacket off of him-one shoulder at a time,and then his tie and then the buttons on his shirt. once his shirt slides off of his skin,you’re taken a back,a small gasp leaves your mouth.

“you have a tattoo sleeve?” you asked even though the proof lied in front of your eyes. matts eyes drop to his arm,and then on to you hoping that’ll give you the answer to your question.

“fuck-come here—” you said pulling him and kissing him sloppily again,flushed by the feeling of wanting him even more,the knowledge that him acting so quite and innocent is kind of for show did something to you.

your fingertips trail down his abdomen,deciding to rest right on his v-line.

matt pulled away this time,his lips swollen and mouth open catching a breath.

“can i take this off you?” he asked hesitantly,fingers toying with the collar on your shirt. a smirk grows on your face and you nod. matt wastes no time,his fingers got to work-unbuttoning your shirt as fast as he can.

you smile down at him as he does so,his desperate state making your panties wetter by the second.

“oh my—fuck” a small whimper falls from his mouth,the sight of your lacy bra that barely covered your tits making his knees weak,better than he’d imagine,or dreamt of.

you throw your shirt off somewhere,before leaning your head down to his neck. lips leaving traces down to his collarbone,sucking on it. with a moan matt’s head falls back making a “thump” sound on the wooden door behind him. you immediately look up at him to check if he’s okay.

his eyes on you when he notices the look of concern on your face. “im okay” he whispers,his voice cracking. you smile holding in a giggle before getting back to what you were doing before.

after about a good 5 minutes,you’ve kissed him all over his neck and chest,when you get to his lower tummy matt noticeably squirms under you. a smirk forms onto your lips as you continue to trail kisses down his stomach,getting right above the band of his pants. you look up at him once,batting your eyelashes.

“please—” he spoke between his teeth,his eyes half lidded but you can see the glint on them.

you unbutton his pants with one hand,the other rested on his chest stretched out.

his pants fall to his ankles,you’re met with the sight of his calvin clien boxers that have a small dark patch of precum on them.

your long manicured nails graze the skin over his hipbone while you slowly pull down on his boxers. matt’s dick springs out of them as soon as the boxers come off,his dick more desperate than he is. tip red and swollen,precum oozing. the sight making you suck in a gasp he is big-you thought.

you lean down even more,your face at his dick-level. matt squirms at the feeling of your breaths falling on to his dick.

“hmp-please—” every time he begs,you want him to beg more,but this time you have a feeling if you keep teasing-he might cry.

“such a good boy for me yeah?” you say looking up at him,to which he nods with his eyes closed.

“yes-yes—i am” you smile at his words that motivate you to do more for him. your tongue pops out of your mouth,kitty licking his tip a few times.

“OH—” matt’s eyes pressed shut at the small action. his hips involuntarily thrusting in the air past your tongue.

you bring your tongue from his tip down to the base of his dick and swirl it around.

“oh fu—d-don’t tease—i’ll cum—” whining and groaning,matt’s voice isn’t even his at this point,so cracky,full of pants and heavy breathing. his brain working in favour of the pleasure and not him.

you finally put your mouth around halfway through his dick,taking the rest in your palms. matt’s mouth focused more on whimpering than breathing.

“hmpph—just like tha-so good mama” moaning and whimpering matt’s hands fall into your hair when you start bobbing around his dick,your tongue covered in his saline precum.

“so-so beautiful—ahhh fuck—” matt tries his hardest to open his eyes to get a glimpse of you sucking his dick in a bra with your short skirt riding all the way up your thighs but his eyes betray him and shut once again.

“i cant—cant—” matt almost sounds like he is apologising when you feel his dick twitch in your mouth,you knew he was going to cum right then,so you pulled off of him

the whine that leaves matt’s mouth next made your breath hitch,he is so desperate.

“not yet baby” you got up from the floor and grabbed his hand,leading him to your desk.

english is not my first language !

[forsaken-headcanons]

another one from suspiciously green anon i did like, extensive research on elliot here are some headcanons about him and his business!! -Contrary to popular belief, he is EXTREMELY well paid, his average wage being hundreds of bucks an hour. Especially because his dad is the manager. -Builder Brother's pizza is, in fact, a family owned pizza place. Like everyone in the family has worked at it at some point -Mia, the youngest of the family and also Elliot's younger sister, is going to work here some day. She's not complaining because it'll make good money -She'd like to be a chef, specifically! -Ironically, the majority of the family is lactose intolerant -The reason the place is so wealthy is because it's like a historical landmark, everyone loves WAAPP! -Humility runs in the family, and the business continues to be a humble pizza chain. They'd always decline collabs from larger brands in their early days, look at them now! -Builderman is considered a family friend toward the Builders (Mr. Builder, Elliot Builder, ykyk) -The Pizza place has a flexible way of getting employees, letting pretty much anyone work there whenever. Is it smart? Not really, but they have more than enough money to insure absolute safety. -Elliot continues to have low self worth, though I believe this would be because of past problems in school that went untreated and were never brought up due to Elliot believing they would burden his peers and family. -I don't mind angry Elliot enjoyers, pop off! But personally I think he'd be more like Spongebob. He pretends to be happy all the time, and will explode whenever he gets TOO angry (he will drop the f bomb on everybody in the cabin, even the killers if they're there). -It's easy to tell when he doesn't mean what he says because he instantly apologizes to those he didn't mean to insult once he gets his emotions in line. -He never apologizes to Twotime. -He does eventually apologize to 007n7, however. I'd say this is because he notices 007n7 is trying to genuinely be better but he's shaken up incredibly bad. Elliot can sort of empathize with 007n7, because he was also ostracized at some point. This was in school, however. oh yeah also some 007n7 headcanons -Everyone eventually forgives him because I'm allowed to be happy. The list of forgiveness goes as follows! I would include survivors not ingame yet but idk about their personalities -Guest-1337 (EXTREMELY understanding and sympathetic, i've watched the last guest and I don't think he's as stern as he is in the game. Maybe a bit shaken up after the grenade (spoilers he survived in the actual movie after being tackled by an ally into a pit), but he tries to be nice to everyone. -Chance (He's just a chill guy who lowkey don't gaf, he can see 007n7 is trying to change for the better) -Builderman (He's pretty understanding despite his status as the big man of Roblox. He knows that people can change, and although hesitant, warmed up to 007n7.) -Noob (They're a bit naive, but that's okay in this situation) -Two-Time (Two-time thinks 007n7 got rebirthed or something, and is hypervigilant about how 007n7 uses his '2nd chance'. -Elliot (After being afraid for a long time, grew to forgive 007n7 after putting himself in his shoes. Hackers are usually just very foolish young people, 007n7 grew up and he had to carry on with the guilt for THAT long? Let alone he got ostracized, that's crazy!!) -Shedletsky (He is stubborn. Like really fucking stubborn he REFUSED to believe 007n7 could change because he thinks all hackers are messed up. But, as everyone grew to forgive him he became neutral with 007n7. He still keeps a watchful eye on 007n7 though, if he fucks up again he is going to flip out!) roblox autism back at it again! -suspiciously green anon, the autismer

Another peak post from the suspiciously green anon. We love to see it.

[xx-blueboy-xx]

So. One of my favorite trends happening right now is the "Posideonverse" and seeing all the wonderful artists and art interacting with each other, and everything else just makes me so giddy!! Plus, it is so nice to see people coming together -- even over something so small, but that brings us all so much joy!

Also, every one of the artists who started this trend, and everyone else who joins in, inspires me so much!!

Specifically though: this art stupid little comic was inspired by this gorgeous piece ( @eintausendschoen + the name "the blue hearts club") of so many beautiful designs together!!

Oh! And I do not expect any "reply art" from anyone tagged here!! The only reason you are tagged is so I can show appreciation to everyone who inspired me to do this, to begin with!!! (+ would be easier than running into a thousand inboxes lmao) All kinds of nonsense under the cut

@ messymoonmad (not a proper tag bc they are overwhelmed rn!! But!! I fucking adore everything they draw, Posideon-related or not!! Your art is gorgeous and, I love seeing it on my dash! Particularly fond of how you stylize faces!)

@kdpartworks (Where do I even start? I'm obsessed with your Cloudysseus - as every Tumblr user should be - and I adore every single piece of art you make, there is just something so soft and comforting about your line work, and the absolutely INSPIRING way you do comics)

@bigidiotenergytm (YOUR. FUCKING. COLORING!!! I adore it, everything you draw looks so good, and pretty... it just makes me want to blend it into smoothies and take it out on a hot summer's day to drink!! If that makes any sense!! I really, really like how you draw hair & clothes! + a-tier expression work)

@pink-noah (I remember when you were one of the first epic artists I followed, and I do not regret it ever!! You had such an influence on me not only in making me want to draw again, but, the idea of making fanart! And having the confidence to post it!)

@kamuch-kommando (I must admit I just lurk around your blog to adore the beautiful men, and wonderful comic work and AUGH the way you have with armor & clothing! It makes me foam at the mouth how well you do it!)

And uhhh, that all the people I am brave enough to tag in this post! I hope you guys at least recognize me from your notes -- as I tend to just lurk instead of actual interacting with anyone on this site (nervous)

Ummmm, fun facts about my Posey as if this wasn't long enough:

1. He is 12ft tall in his most 'comfy form' (the form you see featured in the comic! All of my Olympian pantheon have incredible shapeshifting abilities, but have natural 'base forms')

2. He is inspired by a Tiger Shark!

3. He can change his size to match any body of water he is in! Meaning: if you put him in a cup of water somehow, he will shrink to that size for comfortability and almost on instinct!

4. In the ocean he is like -- leviathan size (400+ ft if he has the space) and his tail merges with his legs!

[toomiieimagiines]

Hello! Could I request the period comfort for Toya and Akito as well? Thanks!

“how could you do what you just did?? (are

you having a really bad period?)”

♡ Period comfort with Toya Aoyagi and Akito Shinomome

anything to say, tommie?♪

if tumblr ruins the quality of my banners one more time i’m going to riot…. how do you guys like the new theme? i LOVED my jewel pets, but i though it was time for them to go, y’know?…<\3

before anyone says anything, yes, a rui fic WAS supposed to come out today. as always, i could give a million excuses but it doesn’t change the fact i’m an unreliable writer! i’m going to work harder to post more! rui should be out tomorrow, sorry this was so short after such a long break. thank you to all of my loyal readers who haven’t unfollowed me due to inactivity! i love you all:(

mewnies warning𖦹

AFAB! reader, but gender not specifically stated! mentions of periods (obviously), meow

Akito Shinomome

☆ If you’re someone who gets bad mood swings, get ready for him to sound like a total douche…

☆ He really doesn’t mean to, he swears! He just catches himself writing any disagreeable feelings off as pms

☆ Pulls the classic “Are you on your period?” whenever you two are fighting near that time of the month

☆ If you give him shit he’ll… apologize… but he’s usually right. He has to keep track of these things, y’know? So he knows when to avoid you

☆ IT MAKES HIM SOUND LIKE A MONSTER, BUT HES JUST SUCH THE TYPE TO THROW SNACKS, HYGIENE PRODUCTS, AND A HEATING PAD AT YOU AND JUST… RUN.

☆ It begs the question of what he’s thinking you’re going to do to him… Maybe he’s traumatized from Ena? It’s anyone’s guess

☆ If you’re a more weepy type he’ll definitely give you a good cuddling, but the second things look bad for him he’s being weary

☆ A very coddling “C’mere, babe.” as he scoops you up is very boyfriend of him, but a little more babying would be nice

☆ If you go to ask him something, He’ll just go on autopilot

☆ “Yes, I’d love you if you were a worm. No, I wouldn’t eat the strawberries, no I’m not mad at you- Hey, how about a snack?“

Toya Aoyagi

☆ The perfect opposite to Akito, he’s not afraid of a little bad attitude

☆ Babies you within an inch of your life… Doesn’t even mean to, but he just loves you! Why wouldn’t he want to comfort you when you don’t feel good!

☆ Grew up with two brothers and… him… so he’s not very well educated on women

☆ Genuinely thought that girls shed once a month because of something An said… You ended up having to give him middle school health class again.

☆ Buys you snacks, but unlike Akito he WILL stick around and hold you

☆ Thinks he’s doing something by putting his hands in your tummy, you don’t have the heart to tell him his hands are freezing…

☆ He’s very sensitive to your issues though, even if he’s a little socially inept

☆ Sure, he’ll linger behind you at school like a crazy person, giving a “Hey, how’re you doing?” every two minutes, but he also buys you drinks from the vending machine during lunch and keeps ibuprofen in his school bag.

☆ His worst nightmare is you thinking he takes you for granted, so even things as small as periods make him want to pamper you

☆ He’s not very good with words, he hopes his actions speak for themselves and you understand just how much he cares for you

[bumblingbabooshka]

Thinking about marriage/women's rights on Vulcan Some may think that T'Pring not being allowed to divorce Spock was because he was going through the pon farr but if she were allowed to divorce him at all she probably would have done that a long time ago, confirmed by T'Pol when she's speaking with Koss, who isn't suffering from the pon farr. She says that he can choose another mate (without invoking a fight it seems: note the difference between a 'mate' and a 'challenger') and after he makes it clear that nothing she says will change his mind about marrying her, she finally threatens to declare a kal-if-fee. It's clear that Vulcan women cannot divorce/refuse to marry a man they've been betrothed to under any circumstances if A) He himself doesn't consent to ending their marriage or B) She doesn't have someone else waiting in the wings to be given to in his stead. Though, if the challenger she selects fails to win the fight, she'll have to marry her betrothed anyway unless (again) he decides he doesn't want her after the challenge. That seems like an incredibly unfair system, heavily biased towards men. SNW is an alternate universe in many obvious respects but most egregiously in that T'Pring has a lot of non-canonical agency over her relationship with Spock. It's interesting to me that Vulcan society has women in many positions of power and treats women as equal to men from what I've seen despite these laws. We don't really see Vulcans exhibiting a misogynistic attitude towards women in general but in TOS (perhaps because of its general writing style but it's still interesting to note) both Sarek and Spock take on patriarchal attitudes specifically regarding wives. Amanda says that 'of course' Sarek commands her because "he is a Vulcan and I am his wife." It's worthwhile in my eyes to note that she specifies 'wife' instead of attributing this attitude to women as a whole. Again, with TOS' writing style it wouldn't be out of place for her to say "he is a man and I am a woman." Spock, while in a pon farr induced irritation, states that it's "undignified for a woman to play servant to a man that isn't hers" - again implying that there's something specific about being a Wife in Vulcan society which is different from being a woman in general and demands subservience to a husband. This could perhaps stem from the extreme sense of ownership that Vulcan law has permitted men to have over women. A woman legally cannot point blank refuse marriage. There is no option which guarantees she won't have to marry her betrothed other than death. When T'Pau speaks of T'Pring she refers to her as being 'property' and Stonn, before being interrupted, states he's made 'the ancient claim' - we don't know what this is because he gets cut off but it's obvious they're both using the language of Vulcan law. Men are permitted true freedom to choose. If a woman wants to choose someone else to be with there is no option available to her other than the kal-if-fee which might result in the death of the one she wants to be with. And, if her lover fails, her husband can still just decide he wants to marry her and she'll be forced to. T'Pring gives two scenarios: One where Spock 'frees' her and one where he doesn't - it's still ultimately his decision which is clear when he ends the conversation with "Stonn, she is yours." This again isn't just because of the pon farr as T'Pol also goes through this. Koss can choose another mate and when the option is talked about there's no implication that this would result in any sort of fight (both by the casualness of its mention and by the fact that there's no formal word for it unlike the kal-if-fee.) Also, the fact that Koss does eventually grant T'Pol a divorce and it's all fine means that T'Pol isn't lawfully required to have another man waiting if her HUSBAND doesn't want her. It's ONLY required if SHE doesn't want her husband. Tradition must take precedence over individual desire UNLESS!!! You're a man. Then it's fine. Like, your parents might not be happy but legally you're golden.

[dykedvonte]

Honestly I see Jimmy's refusal to put Curly out of his misery less about his weird feelings of envy or his delusions but the fact Curly is all but stated to be a shield to Jimmy from his actions and people seeing the worst in him.

The only characters that Jimmy really interacts with one on one before the crash are Curly and Anya, two individuals he has wildly different relationships with. It's likely that Curly really did most of the talking between them as the pilots and the rest of the crew as staff. They didn't know of Jimmy's more reprehensible behaviors cause they never really had the chance to and Jimmy is subconsciously aware. If they had disliked him more than Anya would have told Swansea earlier or even Daisuke when things got really bad.

It's why he takes the immediate opportunity to blame Curly; He's the shield. He's saved Jimmy's ass more times than he can count and more times than Jimmy would ever admit. Even when he can't really do it anymore, he mentally shields himself from his own faults by putting Curly between them. Letting Curly die puts too much on him because he doesn't know how to function without a safety net.

In the end Curly only lives because Jimmy needs the idea that Curly will inevitably make things better to stay alive, meaning Curly has to live, no matter how much it pains him to do so.

[moeblob]

son boy raccoon trash can man suffering in a dnd au as a cleric bc his warlock will not stop committing murders and he has to keep coming up with reasons murder is valid to convince the gm its fine and under control

[zecoritheweirdone]

first art post of the new year!!! granted, i don't share my art here that much anyway, but– shhh.

hehehehhhooo,, here's something i've been working on for 'bout a month,, albeit not consecutively– took a few,, very very long breaks in between working on this,, but i managed to finish it in the end! am i satisfied with it? .......ehhhh? not completely, but if this took any longer, it might not have seen the light of day, so like. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

anyway,, made a little poster for my favorite fic, tommyinnit's services for villains, vigilantes, and various other vagabonds, by @scorpionoesit!!! it's really really good,,, and i've always wanted to make more art for it,, so i decided– poster! at least,, that's what it's mean to resemble,,, dkdmkdmdkd.

i will freely admit,, i'm... not the biggest fan of the fan-made logo i tried to design for it,, feels a bit boring, and could definitely have used a bit more pizazz, something to make feel more like the fic itself(what does that mean? you figure that out),,,, but– again, steam was running low,, dkdnksjs. graphic design is my passion. i do also have other complaints, but i'm afraid i already punched my one-use self-critique card,, oh well,,, dkdnkxjdkd.

regardless,, even with the flaws only i can really see,, this still turned out pretty okay!! hope you enjoy it, mx. scorpio and mx. alibi!!! and i hope everyone else has a wonderful new year!!!!

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[inamagicalhallucination]

i dont get when ppl say "atsushi would be horrified" at something thats probably just another tuesday for him

[nejackdaw]

Thinking about Celann and his ever present grief at the life he could have had, he and his wife and (he always hoped) their daughter. A life where he was a father--he'd hardly ever wanted anything more than that. So full of love he was ready to burst and needed somewhere to put it, wanted a life with his favorite girls.

Thinking about how the ever present desire haunts him no matter how deep he buried it. It keeps coming back, relentlessly, this anguish that he threw it all away. He could have had exactly what he wanted and he was stupid enough to abandon it all, and for what? Because he was upset? But then he always remembers how hollow he felt after the incident, like if you rapped him with a knuckle you'd hear he was just a shell. He forgives himself, then, remembers how wrong everything felt, and he thinks about all the time he spent desperately trying to make everything feel right again.

Remembers when he realized he was the problem, what needed to be fixed. Removed.

He abandoned the life he had and every dream he'd ever held close because he wasn't him anymore. Celann would never have killed anyone, would never have done... that. He was some other Celann, different, trying to make himself fit in the life of a man that no longer existed. And so he left.

And he has no right to ache so badly at the thought of what he gave up, no right to ache at the loss of a family (of two families, but he starts thinking that and breaks every time, so he's gotten good at simply skipping over the thought) when he was a killer--an adept one, a practiced one--that could mangle and maul and kill and do it again and again. What right does he have to still want that happy little dream?

But the dream is a ghost and it haunts him, is there every time he's out on a supply run and sees kids playing around the marketplace, sees women cradling infants and fathers carrying sons on their shoulders. (He reminds himself of the blood on his hands, is scared he might stain them with it if he reaches out to touch them.) It's there when he has a bag and his axe hanging from his hips and finds a girl crying for her mother, lost and separated, jostled by the crowd.

It's there as he calms her, kneeling on wet and gritty stone, hovering between her and the flow of the crowd so they give her space. He lifts her and holds her against his side with one arm and something in him weeps, feels something soft in him as her tiny weight settles and she starts chattering at him about the groceries she and her mother came to buy.

They weave their way through the marketplace as they help each other--she tells him where he can find what he needs, and he silently curses the nords and their height as he tries to peer over shoulders to catch a glimpse of the woman she described--and that cold weight that's usually settled in his chest, his grief and remorse, lightens with every step. She's warm through his sweater and splutters indignantly every time the ever changing wind blows her brown hair into her mouth and he laughs, quiet and warm.

They check places she's already been, in case her mother doubled back looking for her, and take detours so Celann can fumble to place newly acquired groceries in the bag beneath her, unwilling to hold her over the side with his axe and equally unwilling to put her down, awkwardly shifting her weight as she laughs at him. He's silly for buying such expensive things, she tells him, and he light heartedly tells her Skyrim is silly for not having the things he used to use in High Rock. The revelation he hasn't always lived in Skyrim excites her to no end, and the rest of the trip is a Q&A of the sort only a small child can provide.

He feels warm inside, in his chest, where usually he feels vaguely cold at best, and for a moment he's reluctant to relinquish her when they finally find her mother, guided by the sounds of panicked calls of her name. There's a fond sadness as he sets her down on the stones again, and the woman looks at him oddly for a moment before the look turns knowing, though he's sure the conclusion she reached is slightly off.

She quietly asks if her daughter reminds him of her. He stands there silently for a moment, looking down at the little girl as she rifles through the things her mother's found.

He tells her yes.

[heeheeposting]

your honor he ate those children because he's just so silly :( !!

TW: blood/injury under the cut :3

[crossbackpoke-check]

re last answer: please don't stop, being very unhinged about these two pretty white boys is helping distract me from the sharks losing streak rn so bring it on

https://www.tumblr.com/bondedpairs/764566430180147200?source=share

(sideblog woes but there's the link for you) anyway in the vid they talk about going over to each other's houses to have dinner and things and while that is a delicious example of their codependence i love it bc through an rpf lens there is definitely some old man ******* going on. they can have the dilfs and each other.

(someone else mentioned kept boys which i could write an essay on but i fear being Perceived™️)

anyway if you have anything to add to this please do, if not ignore me and i will hide under a rock until the stress-related insanity has worn off and i am a functioning member of society once more 😂

- @bondedpairs

ty for the video!!! and please, WRITE THE KEPT BOYS ESSAYYYY i promise i will read it with my hands over my eyes if you don’t want to be perceived. do it scared!! do it anyway!! we’ll all love you for it!!!