#i feel like it makes more sense to have a cat

[astracora]

Poly!LADs headcanons - Caleb Edition

(Because I have no idea if I'll ever get around to writing his intro to the polycule so I wanted to shove some ideas into a post.)

Masterlist

- The one who has the most trouble adapting to the concept of the polycule.

- Reintroduced after the polycule is formed, a year after his death.

- His reintroduction is obviously a bit rough, not only is he actively combative with the MC, but his actions push them further into the comfort of the polycule like a wounded cat.

- After they have eased the relationship out, it's some time before they talk to him about the polycule. Not sure how to broach it.

- He already knew, and he already stewed about it for a long time. (He's still stewing about it.)

- They've mourned him, after loving him, and moved forwards though, he can't push and demand when he knows that without the polycule they likely wouldn't still be there.

- His first meeting is rough, he can hide as much as he wants behind smiles, but Sylus is very good at reading people, as is Rafayel, so they can see through him. (Rafayel is no stranger to fake smiles). Xavier is jealous so reacts most to Caleb, while Zayne is somewhat calm, but wary. On one hand he has a childhood friend back, on the other hand depending on how much he knows. If he knows about Caleb's involvement with EVER, a great deal of distrust, and some real anger (that he tries not to show).

- Clashes most with Rafayel and Zayne. Rafayel because the two are almost opposed in many ways (Caleb's lack of sensory input and reluctance to touch, vs Rafayel as a Lemurian where his senses are SO attuned to his lovers, as well as the memory focus, and also the fact that both hide part of themselves behind a reasonably jovial mask, but Raffy is a lot better at hiding.) Zayne because the two do not agree on the methods of protecting and caring for MC (Keeping them hidden/caged, and the actions of siding with EVER with the intent to keep MC safe (which Zayne consistently states is a stupid plan.)).

- Understands Xavier, still doesn't like him.

- Depending on the advancement of his story, he has the potential to come to terms with the fact that accepting help and acknowledging that he's not alone in his drive to protect the person who means the most to him, helps him step past his self assigned cage.

- With enough time and trust, he accepts the polycule's help tending to his arm. They tinker with it and work with specialists to try to make it capable of sensory responses. It's kind of an exchange that keeps them on good ground. A kind of 'look we're not enemies, you have to lower your hackles' kinda thing.

- He hates the situation a lot less when he holds MC's hand for the first time again, and can feel the heat of them through his cybernetics.

- Builds models with Sylus, though it's more he builds models, Sylus suggests ways to bring them to life as real mini robot weapons. If the two are left alone, they WILL create tiny weaponised planes.

- Rafayel has taken to using them as target practice for throwing daggers.

- One crashed into Zayne's office door, waking him up from a nap, and made him think they were being attacked.

- Xavier slept through the whole thing, and woke up to plane shrapnel in his hair (he's used his light blade to knock a few out if they have disturbed his slumber though.)

- MC does not get enough sleep, and almost banned the planes, until Sylus and Caleb both promised to stop flying them indoors. Hooked up lil cameras to the things and started flying them around linkon and as far as they could before the things ran out of signal. (They got some killer nature recordings.)

- Caleb is another member of the insomnia crew. He's woken up alongside Zayne a few times, and made tea for them both. (Only for MC to toddle in not long after, and curling up between them with their own warm drink, exhausted and miserable but also unable to sleep.)

- Caleb helps take over some of the cooking, he also tries to find tech Xavier can use that won't catch fire, reducing the amount of cooking incidents by about 50%. (If asked he'll say he's doing it to keep MC safe... Xavier's smile when he cooks a full and very good meal has shit all to do with it. He swears.)

- Is the most averse to affection, originally sees the polycule as a means to an end, after all other people are just background noise to his real focus. Unluckily for him, it's hard to keep that mindset up when you spend that much time with people who don't have chips in their head, and also don't want to hurt the things you care about. The anti EVER squad are best placed to combat his 'world for just us two' energy. As well as question his intent. (Especially with how important MC's independence is to them.)

- Will not begin physically and emotionally warming up to the rest of the lads before he finally overcomes the wall keeping him from MC. After he has finally stepped over the line, he basks in it, then begins to let himself become more human again.

- He and Xavier ARE the protection squad. You want to bother the polycule? Can't promise you won't end up dead in a ditch somewhere.

- Zayne does try to rein this in. Sylus finds it hilarious. Rafayel cannot comment because he was thinking about stabbing that dude too. MC thinks they might need to start taking migraine medication because please guys, one nice meal out.

- He's tidy and multi talented. It takes a WHILE before he finds a room for himself in the house, isn't really sure what to fill it with because he struggles to refind his identity as a person. It begins with filling it with model planes, it advances into photos and memories, as well as his DAA stuff as well. Becomes a place he can keep things that tether him to himself.

- Has mended clothes for the others, really wants to know how Raffy tears so many shirts. No he cannot get acrylics out of a white shirt, why did you let it stain!?!!

- His puppy dog eyes are a weapon of mass destruction. NO one is safe. All have fallen to those eyes. 'But he just looks so sad' 'I know he does but why does that mean we now have two puppies in the living room' 'MC wanted them!' 'Caleb we don't have the space or time!!!'

- Uses all his old social media accounts, like an absolute fool. (Aren't you dead dude why are you using all ur old numbers????) Unfollowed most people, kept MC. Didn't follow the polycule. Was missing cute photos and things they'd posted, grumpily and (not that) reluctantly followed them all.

- He and Zayne occasionally have a kamaoji-off.

- He has taken Sylus flying. He did turn his head away so the dragon man could have a moment of sad recollection.

- Does still compete constantly to be the best person to assist mc in their day to day. The competitions can get aggressive and over the top. The lads do get carried away.

- Is the most scared of losing everyone, it does keep him awake at night. Does plan eventualities with the polycule. Does feel comforted knowing that if he fails, he's not leaving MC to deal with everything alone. Assures himself and everyone that he won't fail. He has his tether to get back to, after all.

[heaven-s-black-box]

Notes- Blabber Mouth Dendro Men

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Recovery date: February 2nd, 2025

Description: A Dendro version of Blabber Mouth

Notes: CW a few suprise/unplanned pregnancies Reader can carry children but no pronouns are used.

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Tighnari

He knows before you, your kid doesn’t even need to tell you

He was the one to tell you you were probably pregnant the first time, he can just smell it

Your kid can also smell it, plus they have that weird sixth sense kids have

Tighnari, being as well studied as he is, knows this and doesn’t say anything

It drives him crazy, he can’t nuzzle against your stomach without letting the cat out of the bag but he also doesn’t want to take this away from your kid

Eventually he realizes that your kid has been telling you, you just haven’t realized

They’re cuddlier, like he’s trying not to be

Like tonight, when he comes back from patrol to find your kid curled up against your stomach

Like always… oh

So he coaxes the answer out of them, asking if they’re feeling okay because they’re so cuddly

That’s why they let it slip and you just look at Tighnari bewildered

He laughs and curls up next to you two, wrapping his tail around your kid and giving you a kiss

Al Haitham

He sees the signs, he didn’t jump to conclusions the first time but this time he knows

But, he decides how he feels before hand

Like he did with your first born, hopefully he doesn’t accidentally freak you out like last time

Kaveh and the others still give him shit for it

Your kid is really smart, and really likes learning things so they also kind of see the signs

But last time they assumed you were pregnant it was something else entirely, like you were sick or on your period or whatever

So, they take their theory to their father

And Al Haitham feels kind of bad that you’re the only one out of the loop, so he suggests they tell you their theory

You of course, agree with their conclusion but decide to play along

Your child excitedly exclaims they knew it and immediately turns to your belly and starts talking

You don’t say anything because it’s sweet, even if the baby can’t hear anything yet, and Al Haitham kisses your temple

It’s his way of saying he’s just as excited as your kid

Kaveh

He’s blindsided, and you were planning to visit Tighnari to find out

Look, your first was a surprise

Not unplanned, you knew you wanted kids and were working out a plan, but a surprise

And he had a lot of anxiety around that, his own dad died when he was young, he was always really busy

Baby number two was much more planned, you were actively trying

You just wanted to be sure before you told him, because Kaveh’s an emotional guy and you didn’t want to get him all excited

Your first kid beats you to it

You’re making dinner, waiting for Kaveh to come home and planning to tell him you’re taking your kid for a regular checkup with Tighnari

And your kid just comes over and kisses your belly

Then the door opens and they run off and you hear Kaveh pick them up and shower them in kisses

They loudly exclaim he has to go kiss their sibling too, and Kaveh nearly drops them

You just start laughing and he comes in with a silent question

You shrug, and he kneels down to kiss your stomach

Baizhu

I can really only see Baizhu with one kid, and I don't see you getting accidentally pregnant 

Also, you technically have two kids because Qiqi is basically your daughter

But I think your first was really stressful for Baizhu and he feels guilty about it

With his illness, taking care of the baby and the pharmacy is just too draining and he can't be the father/husband he wants to

But, if you two can work it out I think he’d be happy to have another kid

You find out first because Changsheng tastes it in the air, but your kid beats you to telling Baizhu

You're out picking herbs and flowers together and your kid says this one is for the baby

Baizhu is caught off guard and you just laugh, telling your kid you'll press it in a book when you get home

He's a little worried, more than the first time

When the baby comes he mostly handles your first born but he won't leave the newborn all to you

He's just very aware of his limits this time

Arguably makes everything go smoother because he doesn't overwork himself

Kinich

Having kids wasn’t something Kinich thought about before you

Relationships weren’t even on his mind until you

But once you were together, he was actually the first to bring up kids

Ajaw is such a pest, all of the attention meant for him goes to the kid and then he meets this kid and they’re… alright, he guesses

I think he definitely wants more than one, and he brings it up to you

It’s another long conversation, as an ancient name bearer he’s seen first hand the terror of the Abyss and it definitely influences his willingness to put a child in the middle of that

Post archon quest he’s basically begging for another kid, but pre archon quest he’s even more hesitant than with your first because he knows about Mavuika’s plan

Whatever the case, you talk about it but you still don’t expect it

It’s more of a, we’re kind of busy right now but if it happens it happens

You guys are visiting Mualani and your kid confidential says you can’t get in the hot spring

Mualani insists you take a test because if the kids right you aren’t a allowed in the hot spring and Kinich spend the whole time looming over your shoulder

He’s ecstatic, and you’re a bit annoyed about not being able to go in the hot spring while your kid is super excited to have a little sibling

[diekleinesuesse]

Being best friends with Felix:

Being best friends with Felix would be an absolute dream. It wouldn’t just be about the fun, bright moments though there would be plenty of those. It would also be about the quiet, comforting presence he brings, the way he makes life feel a little warmer, a little softer, even on the hardest days.

The Beginning of the Friendship

At first, Felix might be a little shy, especially if he doesn’t know you well yet. He’d be polite, kind, and considerate, but there would be a sense of caution until he starts feeling comfortable. Once that happens, it’s over for you. He’s going to attach himself to you like a koala and never let go.

Felix is the type of person who forms deep emotional connections, so becoming his best friend wouldn’t be a casual thing. He’d be all in investing his time, his love, and his energy into making sure you feel valued. He’d remember the little things you like, send you pictures of random things that remind him of you, and always check in to see how your day is going.

The Daily Life of Being Felix’s Best Friend

Felix is someone who thrives on making others happy, so expect a lot of cute gestures. If he hears you had a bad day, he’s immediately showing up with your favorite snack, a playlist of songs to cheer you up, and probably a warm hug. He loves baking, so you’d get to try all his homemade treats first, whether they’re perfect or a complete disaster.

“Try this one! I think I messed up the sugar, but it’s still edible, right?” he’d say, watching you closely as you take a bite. If you pretend it’s bad just to mess with him, he’d dramatically gasp and pretend to cry.

Felix would be the type of best friend who constantly hypes you up. If you’re feeling insecure, he’d shut that down real quick.

“What do you mean you’re not good enough? Do I need to fight you? Because I will,” he’d say, crossing his arms, his freckles scrunching up as he frowns.

But more than anything, he’d make sure you know how much you mean to him.

The Chaos of the Sunshine Energy

Felix has a soft, comforting side, but let’s not forget he’s also chaotic. If you’re his best friend, you’re not just getting cozy, warm Felix; you’re also getting the Felix that dances like a maniac to random music, who suddenly starts singing in a deep voice just to freak people out, and who laughs so hard at dumb jokes that he ends up on the floor.

“Did you see that meme I sent you at 3 AM?” he’d ask, as if that were a normal thing to do.

“You mean the one with the cat wearing sunglasses and breakdancing? Yes, Felix. I saw it.”

“And?”

“It changed my life.”

Felix would 100% drag you into random challenges, whether it’s trying to learn an impossible TikTok dance, doing “rock, paper, scissors” with the punishment of eating something disgusting, or making an overly dramatic music video to a song you both love.

And if you ever prank him? Oh, he’s coming for revenge. Be prepared for unexpected jump scares, your phone mysteriously disappearing, or waking up to find a ridiculous filter added to all your photos.

The Deep Conversations

For all the silliness, Felix is also incredibly introspective and deep. He’s not afraid to have emotional conversations, and if something is bothering you, he’d be the first to notice.

“Talk to me,” he’d say, voice gentle, sitting next to you even if you don’t feel like speaking.

He wouldn’t force you to open up, but he’d make sure you knew he was there. And if you ever needed to cry? Felix would let you, holding your hand or hugging you tightly, whispering soft reassurances.

He’d open up to you, too about his struggles, his fears, his dreams. And when he does, you’d realize that for all his sunshine and warmth, Felix also carries a lot on his shoulders.

“I just want to make people happy,” he’d admit. “But sometimes, I wonder if I’m enough.”

And that’s when you’d remind him, just like he always reminds you, that he is more than enough.

The Protective Side of Felix

Felix is a softie, but don’t let that fool you he’s also fiercely protective. If someone ever upsets you, he’d be ready to throw hands.

“Do I need to go talk to them? Because I will,” he’d say, eyebrows furrowed.

If you were nervous about something like an important event or a big decision he’d be right by your side, holding your hand (literally or metaphorically) and telling you you’ve got this.

Felix wouldn’t let anyone disrespect you, not even yourself. If he hears you being too hard on yourself, he’ll shut it down immediately.

“Hey. My best friend is amazing, and if they don’t see that, then they don’t deserve to be around you.”

Spending Time with Stray Kids

Being Felix’s best friend would also mean getting close to the other Stray Kids members. They’d tease Felix endlessly about how much he talks about you.

“Felix, do you have any friends besides [Your Name]?” Han would joke.

“Nope,” Felix would reply shamelessly.

The members would treat you like family, and Felix would love having you around during their schedules. You’d get to watch their rehearsals, joke around with them backstage, and be part of the fun.

And let’s not forget game nights at the dorm. Felix would absolutely drag you into Mario Kart battles, Just Dance competitions, and chaotic board games. If you beat him, he’d dramatically fall to the floor, claiming he’s been betrayed.

A Forever Friendship

At the end of the day, being best friends with Felix wouldn’t just be about the fun and chaos. It would be about unconditional love, support, and knowing that no matter what happens, you have someone who will always be there for you.

He’d be the kind of best friend who never lets you forget your worth, who makes life feel like an adventure, and who reminds you that even in the darkest times, there’s always light.

Because that’s who Felix is. A sunshine personified, a best friend anyone would be lucky to have.

[koyagifs]

𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾

pairing: san x reader au: non idol | exes to friends| genre: angst | fluff word count: 2.8k synopsis: everyone was shocked when they heard you and san broke up. You were the it couple, the one everyone cheered for. warning(s): -

Your hands trembled slightly as you stared at the elegant wedding invitation, the swirling gold letters seeming to mock you. Choi San and Kang Mi Young. You blinked a few times, as if that would somehow make the name disappear, but it stayed firmly etched on the thick, expensive paper.

The room felt a little colder, and the comforting weight of Byeolie's soft paws kneading into your arm was the only thing keeping you grounded. The cat tilted her head, her big, curious eyes gazing up at you as if sensing the sudden shift in your mood.

"Byeolie," you whispered softly, setting the invitation down on the counter. You ran a hand through your hair, exhaling shakily. "Why does life always find a way to throw curveballs like this?"

It had been a while since you and San had parted ways, the relationship fading like a sunset—beautiful in its time but ultimately giving way to darkness. And now, three years later, a new chapter of his life was beginning. With someone else.

The words on the invitation blurred as you blinked back tears. You hadn’t even realized how tight your grip on the edge of the counter had become until Byeolie let out a soft meow, her nose bumping against your hand.

Your voice cracked on the last word, and before you could stop it, a sob clawed its way up your throat. You tried to swallow it down, but it came out anyway—raw and trembling, echoing through the quiet kitchen. Your hands shook as you fumbled for your phone, your vision blurred with tears.

“Where… where is it?” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper as you swiped at the countertop, pushing aside mail and the wedding invitation you wanted to forget.

Byeolie let out a soft meow, brushing against your leg as if trying to comfort you. Her warmth was a balm against the icy feeling creeping through your chest, but it wasn’t enough. You needed someone—anyone—to steady the storm in your mind.

Finally, your fingers closed around the cool surface of your phone. You unlocked it hastily, scrolling through your contacts with frantic urgency. Who could you call? Who would even understand?

Yunho’s name appeared on the screen, and without thinking, you tapped it.

The phone rang once, twice, and then his familiar, comforting voice answered. “Yn? What’s up?”

You tried to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. Another sob escaped instead, and you clamped a hand over your mouth, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Yunho’s tone shifted instantly, concern lacing his words. “Yn, talk to me. Are you okay?”

“I—I’m not okay,” you managed to choke out, the tears now streaming freely. “Can… can you come over?”

“Of course,” he said without hesitation. “I’ll be there in ten minutes. Just hold on, okay? Don’t move. I’m coming.”

The line went dead, leaving you in the heavy silence of the room. You set the phone down with trembling hands and leaned against the counter, your head hanging low. Byeolie’s soft purring reached your ears as she jumped back onto the counter, her tiny paw nudging your arm.

You wrapped an arm around her, burying your face in her fur as you let the sobs come. For now, you didn’t have to hold it together. Yunho would be here soon, and maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t feel so alone in this.

Yunho stared at the wedding invitation in his hand, the swirling gold script catching the dim light of your kitchen. His jaw tensed as his eyes scanned over the names once more. He glanced back up at you, sitting across from him with your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, like you were trying to hold yourself together.

Your leg was bouncing anxiously, a nervous rhythm that filled the silence between you. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze, your eyes fixed instead on a faint scuff mark on the floor. The tension in the room was suffocating, and Yunho’s silence wasn’t helping.

“Say something,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

Yunho opened his mouth, then closed it again, struggling to find the right words. His heart ached as he looked at you, so clearly shattered by this. He hadn’t expected this either, and the invitation in his hand felt heavier with every passing second.

“This is…” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “This is a shock. I didn’t even know San was—” He cut himself off, not wanting to make it worse.

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “Neither did I.”

Yunho hesitated before gently setting the invitation down on the table. His fingers lingered on it for a moment before he slid it aside, out of both your lines of sight. “You don’t have to go, you know,” he said softly, leaning forward. “No one’s forcing you to do this.”

“I know,” you said, your voice barely audible. “But it’s not that simple, Yunho. He’s still… he’s still someone I care about, even if we’re not—” You stopped, your throat tightening as tears threatened to spill again.

Yunho reached across the table, his large hand covering yours. His warmth was steady and reassuring, grounding you in the whirlwind of emotions. “I get it,” he said quietly. “But, Ynie… you don’t have to face this alone. If you need me, I’ll be right there with you. Whether it’s to talk, to scream, or even to show up to this wedding as your plus one, I’ve got you. Always.”

His words were a small comfort, and for the first time since seeing the invitation, you felt like you could breathe again. You glanced up at him, your watery eyes meeting his earnest ones.

“Thank you, Yunho,” you murmured, your voice still shaky but full of gratitude.

He smiled softly, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “That’s what I’m here for.”

Yunho smiled softly, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “That’s what I’m here for,” he said, his voice warm and steady.

Before you could respond, he stood and gently pulled you into his arms. His embrace was firm but careful, as though he was trying to hold all your broken pieces together. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering for just a moment.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice a low hum against your hair. “Let it out, Ynie. I’m here.”

The dam broke, and you clung to him as the tears came in full force, your sobs muffled against his chest. He didn’t say anything else, just held you tightly, one hand rubbing soothing circles on your back while the other cradled the back of your head.

You cried until your chest ached, until your legs felt weak and the weight of the day began to slip away, carried by Yunho’s unwavering presence. His shirt was damp from your tears, but he didn’t seem to care.

When your sobs eventually quieted to soft sniffles, Yunho pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands still resting gently on your shoulders. His eyes were full of understanding, no judgment, just endless patience and care.

“Feel a little better?” he asked softly, brushing a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.

You nodded weakly, your voice too hoarse to respond.

He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. “Good. Because no matter what happens, you’ve got me. Always.”

For the first time all evening, a tiny, hesitant smile tugged at your lips. It wasn’t much, but Yunho saw it and returned it with a brighter one of his own.

“Now,” he said, guiding you to sit down, “how about I make you some tea? And maybe, just maybe, we burn that invitation?”

A laugh bubbled out of you unexpectedly, light and fleeting, but real. “Tea sounds nice,” you said, your voice still shaky but steadier than before.

A couple of days had passed, but the weight of the wedding invitation still lingered in the back of your mind, no matter how hard you tried to push it away. You weren’t expecting any visitors today, so when the doorbell rang, you opened it without much thought—only to freeze in place the moment you saw who was standing on the other side.

San.

He stood there with an awkward smile tugging at his lips, his hands shoved into his pockets as he rocked back on his heels. His presence was overwhelming, pulling you back into a tide of emotions you hadn’t fully sorted through yet.

“Hey,” he said finally, his voice soft, uncertain.

You stared at him, unable to form a response. Your heart raced, and not in the way it used to when you saw him. Now, it was a messy mix of anger, confusion, and that lingering ache you thought had dulled with time.

“San?” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. “What… what are you doing here?”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck—something he always did when he was nervous. “I, uh… I know this is probably the last thing you expected. Or wanted.” He glanced down at the ground, avoiding your eyes. “But I figured… I needed to see you. To talk.”

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat growing. “Talk?” you repeated, your tone sharper than you intended, the single word laced with a mixture of disbelief and apprehension.

San nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed nervously. For a moment, neither of you moved, the tension between you palpable. Then, slowly, you stepped aside, opening the door wider for him to enter.

Relief flickered across his face, and he offered a small, tentative smile. “Thank you,” he said quietly, stepping past you into the familiar space.

You closed the door behind him, the soft click echoing louder than it should have. The silence that followed was heavy, the air thick with unspoken words and emotions neither of you seemed ready to confront. San lingered near the entrance, his hands still shoved deep into his pockets, as if he wasn’t sure what to do next.

“So,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest as you turned to face him. “Talk.”

San opened his mouth but faltered, his words catching in his throat as he took you in. He wanted to stall, to find an excuse not to dive into the awkward mess of feelings and explanations he’d come here with, but he couldn’t help it—he was mind-blown.

You looked great—amazing, even. Time hadn’t dulled the effortless way you carried yourself, the way you lit up a room just by existing in it. If anything, you seemed even more radiant, more self-assured, and it made his heart ache in a way he hadn’t expected.

“San,” you said, your tone sharper now, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Right, sorry,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair and forcing himself to focus. “I just… you look…” He trailed off, shaking his head with a self-deprecating laugh. “Never mind.”

Your brows furrowed, and you tilted your head slightly. “If you’re just here to compliment me, I don’t have time for this.”

“No, no,” he said quickly, holding up his hands in surrender. “That’s not why I’m here. I just… wow, Ynie. You look incredible, and I—” He stopped himself again, realizing how utterly unprepared he was for this moment.

You raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Get to the point, San.”

“I, uh…” San hesitated, glancing down at his shoes before taking a deep breath. “That wedding invitation,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “Y/N, I don’t want it.”

You blinked, your arms dropping slightly as confusion crossed your face. “What do you mean, you don’t want it?”

San shifted nervously, running a hand through his hair, his discomfort evident in the way he avoided your gaze. “The wedding. Y/N, those invitations—I didn’t send them out. My parents did. And her parents.” He let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “Y/N, I’ve never even met the woman until yesterday.”

Your eyes widened, the weight of his words sinking in like a stone. “Wait, what?” you asked, your voice filled with disbelief. “You’re telling me you’re engaged to someone you just met?”

San nodded slowly, his expression a mix of frustration and exhaustion. “It’s an arrangement. A business deal, or whatever they want to call it. Her family’s company and mine—it’s all about connections, legacy, and appearances.” He sighed deeply, looking up at you with an almost pleading expression. “I didn’t agree to it, Y/N. They just… decided for me. And now I’m stuck trying to figure out how to fix it.”

Your lips parted to respond, but San’s next words stopped you cold.

“Y/N, I’m still in love with you.” His voice was trembling but resolute, his dark eyes searching yours desperately. “When we broke up, I didn’t want it to happen. We drifted apart because of the company, because of the pressure I was under, and I—” He broke off, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“I let it happen,” he admitted, his tone raw and filled with regret. “I let them dictate everything in my life. I told myself I couldn’t have you and keep my family happy at the same time. But I was wrong, Y/N. So wrong.”

Your heart raced, his words slamming into you like a tidal wave. You didn’t know what to say, your emotions twisting painfully in your chest. “San,” you said quietly, your voice wavering, “you can’t just say things like that now. Not when you’re engaged to someone else.”

“I know,” he said quickly, taking a step closer to you, his hands fidgeting as though he wanted to reach for you but didn’t dare. “I know how it sounds. But I swear, this isn’t what I want. None of it is. You… you’re what I want. You’ve always been what I want.”

His words made your knees feel weak, but you forced yourself to stay grounded, to hold on to the anger and hurt that had protected you from the pain he’d caused. “And what am I supposed to do with that, San?” you asked, your voice breaking. “You’re telling me this now, after everything? After you let me go and moved on with your life?”

“I didn’t move on!” he said, his voice rising with desperation. “Don’t you see, Y/N? I’ve been stuck ever since we ended. I’ve been trying to make sense of everything, to figure out a way to make everyone happy, but I can’t. Not without you.”

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, and you turned away from him, trying to catch your breath. “You don’t get to say this now,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “You don’t get to come here and dump all of this on me like it’s supposed to fix anything.”

“I know,” he said softly, his voice heavy with guilt. “I know I’ve messed everything up, Y/N. And maybe it’s too late. But I couldn’t keep pretending anymore. I couldn’t let you think for one second that I wanted this—any of it.”

Silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating. You could feel the weight of his gaze, the unspoken plea in his eyes. But you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, not when your heart was caught between wanting to believe him and the painful reality of the situation.

Finally, you took a deep breath and turned back to him, your voice steady despite the tears in your eyes.

"God, you make it hard to hate you..." you mumbled, your voice laced with frustration and something deeper, something you couldn’t quite name. Without giving yourself another moment to think, you pulled San into a kiss.

It was urgent and messy, your lips finding his as if the words between you both were never enough to say what needed to be said. His hands cupped your face, holding you gently as though afraid to break something delicate, yet the way he kissed you back, with the same intensity, told you everything you needed to know.

For a brief moment, the world outside faded, leaving just the two of you locked in a kiss that was both a question and an answer.

You broke apart first, your breath shaky, as you pulled away just enough to look at him. His forehead rested against yours, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

“I’m not doing this again, San,” you whispered, though you weren’t sure if it was a plea or a warning.

San opened his eyes slowly, his gaze soft but full of emotion. “I don’t want to hurt you again, Y/N. I swear, I’ll fight for us. But I need you to let me. Please.”

You swallowed, a part of you wanting to believe him, wanting to find a way to fix the broken pieces between you. But there was so much more at stake now, so many things you weren’t sure could be healed.

"I'll always go back to you," San whispered, his voice hoarse and filled with raw emotion. His hands gently cupped your face again, his thumb tracing over your skin like he was trying to memorize every detail, every moment of this.

[spidershrooms]

Genuine question but why are alterhumans who are mythical creatures typically having to be labeled as otherkin and never as therians? Like I understand that the distinction is that therians are scientifically real animals and things like dragons and unicorns are not, but for me personally, I feel that the otherkin label carries a strong connotation of fantasy or mythology, and while I identify with that, I feel equally connected to my identity as a cryptid or dragon in a more animal way, which feels more therian-ish to me? Like I just feel strange that the specific label for what I am is grouped into a group that includes humanoids like elves and vampires, other entities like deities and void beings etc, but the way I feel my identity feels much more adjacent to an earthly creature. Dragons aren’t scientifically “real” creatures but they’re more animal than monster or fantasy to me, if that makes sense? Please I need to hear more opinions on this

Like, the part of me that im pretty sure is cryptid? Yeah that’s definitely something paranormal that feels otherkin

The part of me that’s in between dragon and human? Yeah I suppose that’s more fantastical too

The properly dragon part of me? That’s just a big fuckin cat in a scaly body. do you get me.

Edit: whoa thank you all for the information. had no idea that theriomythic was a thing that exists. this is wonderful

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

I’m not here to discuss Fódlan discourse, I’m here to talk about something far more based: Fódlan Theology!

In all /srs-ness, I’ve been thinking about the Church of Seiros a lot and what real world theology inspired it, it’s more than just fantasy Christianity, though it very much is still fantasy Christianity given that it tends to fall into the trope of making things worse more often than better, like fantasy Christianity tends to do…

Ahem, back on topic. So people meme about Byleth being Fire Emblem Jesus, right? Well, I’m here to say, “No, That’s Wrong!” to that statement. SEIROS is Fódlan’s Jesus, given that she’s the one who’s actually Sothis’s child. And when people pray at church in Fódlan, they’re not praying Sothis and Byleth, they’re praying to Sothis and Seiros. Heck, it’s called the Church of SEIROS, just like how CHRISTianity is named after Jesus CHRIST.

Of course that leaves the question, “what’s Byleth meant to be, then?” Well, they’re the Second Coming of Seiros of course. Obviously with creative liberties taken given that Seiros never actually died in Fódlan, people were simply lead to believe she did, and nobody’s ever really discussed or believed that a second coming of Seiros was a thing, Byleth seems to be more seen in Universe as a second coming of Sothis instead, but I think that’s just a case of creative liberties being taken.

I’d like to circle back to Seiros though, as she’s not just based off Jesus, but she and her saints are based off the 4 Heavenly Kings and their Draconic Leader from Japanese mythology.

We never see Seteth and Flayn transform, but given that there are 5 of them in total and the beast forms of Rhea, Indech, and Macuil are a Dragon, Turtle, and Bird respectively. By process of elimination we can determine that the remaining two are a Serpent and a Tiger, or rather a cat in Flayn’s case.

Now some of you might be wondering why they’d have different forms despite being parent and child? It’s because we know they’re canonically different types of Dragons, the Dragon Seals that hold the power of their Crests explain as much. Seteth is an Earth Dragon while Flayn is a Light Dragon, she likely takes after her mother. Odds are if she survived, Flayn’s mother would’ve been the Tiger, but as Flayn had to fill in, and still being a child she would be a cat, rather than a grown Tiger.

As for why I know she’s the tiger and not the serpent. A: she likes fish to an almost obsessive degree. B: she once napped for centuries and cats are known for sleeping a lot. C: she dressed as a cat in her Halloween alt. And given how bad she is about being subtle, I feel like that last one is all the proof I need.

I’m sure there’s still more to Fódlan Theology that I didn’t bring up/haven’t noticed yet, because honestly the Seiros Faith is shockingly layered, which makes sense since Intsys has been writing FE for a long time so it’s not surprising that they’re gotten good at fleshing certain things out.

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[enniewritesathing]

Hi, hello, no time no see 👋

This year, I told myself that I was gonna try and put out more poses than I have recently and what better place than to start with remaking my first (big) pose pack -- The Cuddle Sutra. For a minute, I've been wanting to go back and revisit this now that I have a way better handling on making poses (and also with a new rig). Plus, wanted to get the first part out before Valentine's ^^;

Besides, tumblr has very erroneously deleted this and the 3rd part of the series, so they're kind of lost (but they are still in my SFS folder as I don't delete anything) but it is fun to see the comparison and improvements.

(also I don't know why the cat is just there staring at the wall... she's got a lot and nothing going on in her pretty little cat head.)

How many poses?

15! Labeled A/B.

What do you need?

Any Bed!

Notes:

The Eye Bug. Yes, that's still a thing unfortunately -- unless you haven't updated your game before the Lovestruck patch or you have other methods means to avoid this. It's been 7 months at this point >(

There's gonna be some degree of clipping. They're both masc framed and John (the long haired one) is a little meaty (it's Winter in my game and he always packs on 10lbs exactly, that's just A Werewolf thing with him--) with the luumia musclar top (otherwise, he is lean).

I would say that if your sim has a (sizable rack), they'd be better off in the "A" poses.

Every sim body and combination is different, so if there's too much clipping for your liking, you're welcome to edit.

just don't claim it as your own i s2g, i will come over to your house and [redacted] your computer

that's about it unless I'm forgetting something 🤔

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[bestworstcase]

I hope I’m not weird or offensive for thinking this that Oz and the GoL relationship has abuse undertones. I go as far as it reminding me of sexual violence. The violation of bodily autonomy, lack of informed consent, using someone else’s body for one’s personal use, sense of domination from the perpetrator, the victim having a fucked sense of self and self-hatred. The GoL is also Salem’s abuser who violated her autonomy and consent so it’s not out of character for him. RWBY has handled similar topics like Adam and Blake so it’s not like uncharted territory. I even seen ppl claim that the Curious Cat has similar undertones considering what they did to Neo.

"undertones"--even in the extremely biased narration of the lost fable, jinn, telling the story as ozpin understands it, draws an overt equivalency between the god of light and SALEM'S FATHER. you know,

What more could a man want? Just one thing: a son and heir. When his wife became pregnant, the whole castle rejoiced. But soon the lord’s fortune reversed. His beloved fell ill, gave birth to a baby girl, and lost her own life in the process. The lord locked his daughter in the highest tower of the castle and retreated to his chambers to grieve. Only he and the girl’s nanny were allowed in or out of her tower room, on punishment of death. Many weeks passed before the lord visited his baby girl for the first time, and he refused to hold her no matter how much the nanny encouraged or even begged him to. Over the years, his daily visits grew shorter. Then they became visits two or three times a week. By his daughter’s eleventh birthday, he was visiting only once a week. “Why must I stay in this tower?” the girl would ask him. “I am protecting you from anything or anyone that might harm you. You are the most precious thing in the world to me. I could not bear to lose you.” He brought her food and presents: dresses and hairpins, brushes and dolls, but nothing that she could use against him or to take her own life. [...] Meanwhile, miserable and alone, the lord’s sorrow gradually twisted into resentment. He raged against the unfairness of the gods and took out his anger on his staff. He became obsessed with increasing his wealth, as if money could replace the love of his life, increasing land taxes on his tenants and cutting his staff’s wages. Paranoid about losing all he cherished, he dismissed half of his servants and replaced them with trained soldiers to protect his riches and defend his castle. By the girl’s sixteenth birthday, the king was visiting only once a month, whenever the whole moon was visible from her tower window. “This was your mother’s favorite place in the castle,” he told the girl. “She loved gazing out that window.” “And now it is my prison,” the girl said. “You aren’t my prisoner. You’re my daughter.” “Then let me go,” she begged. “I cannot. Someone would abduct you and demand a ransom,” the lord said. “Or worse.” But the girl realized that the lord did not love her as a parent loves a child. Rather, he thought of her as just one of his treasures, to be jealously hoarded like his gold and jewels. […] “What is it?” the knight asked. “What else would make you happy, my dear?” Freedom, she thought. But she bit back the word, for that kind of talk made him angry and violent.

the man who was so viciously abusive that this is how ozpin depicted him in a sanitized fairytale account of what happened.

note, for emphasis, that by the time salem was eleven she was so actively suicidal that her father had to vet every object that went into her room against the risk that she might try to kill herself with it, and he didn't care.

ozma modeled beacon academy after salem's father's castle and put the headmaster's office at the top of the tower—in her cell. whether or not he could actually articulate this feeling consciously, deep down he regards the god of light as an abusive parent too powerful to defeat or escape. and we have seen, with light, that he becomes angry and violent whenever something doesn't go his way and that his immediate, first reaction to one of his creations doing anything he doesn't approve is brutal murder. he tears jabber apart, incinerates ozma, bites salem, shrugs when his brother vaporizes mankind. his ultimatum for remnant is "obey me or die." there's no undertones he is explicitly abusive toward everyone he comes into contact with including his brother.

[cicerfics]

So, I have been vaguely noodling around with an idea that's, like...

OK, first of all: I choose to headcanon that the SIS has a K9 unit, because why wouldn't they! They have dogs that are trained to sniff out bombs and do all kinds of other things! And I don't know if realistically these dogs and their handlers would be kept anywhere near MI6 HQ...but make-believe land can have anything I want, so they are there now!!

And I always choose to headcanon that Q was a Weird Neurodivergent Kid Who Spent All His Time With Animals Instead of People and had like ten million pets of all different species. But mainly he had cats and dogs, and he's as comfortable with dogs as he is with cats.

And he gave up having dogs when he moved to London full time and got very busy with grad school and MI6, but he still loves dogs very much. So he visits the K9 unit regularly and makes friends with one of the handlers and helps her with training and exercising the dogs. It's like free therapy for Q! It helps him decompress after a bad day! He is soothed by working with these creatures for an hour or two!

And I've been thinking about how maybe one or two of these dogs have been retired from active service but still hang out with the others. Their handlers take the retired dogs home with them at night, and bring them into work in the morning, and the retired dogs get to exercise with the others and stay busy and feel useful! They are also helpful for socializing the newly trained puppies and keeping them in order!

Aaaaand maybe the handler of one of these old dogs has to move away to take care of her sick mother, or something. And she can't take the dog with her. And she's very upset because she doesn't know who will look after this dog now!

And Q is like ☝️🤓 💡

Because, as it happens, there is another old dog lurking around HQ these days who is about to be retired from active service but needs to stay busy and feel useful!

And so Q simply leashes up the dog and hands him to Bond.

Congrats, Bond! You have your very own retired-from-service dog now! He is scarred and grumpy and suspicious of everyone and he has a bad hip! You two are gonna get along GREAT. Also, he needs to go for walkies every morning, and he needs to go swimming every afternoon, and you are going to have to spend two hours a day working with him in the training room or he will fall into a deep depression. And also, he needs a special expensive kidney-health diet and distilled water and regular brushings and nail trimmings. I will teach you all his commands and walk you through his daily routine for the first few weeks until you get used to each other! You two are going to have so much fun together! 🤩

Bond does not want this dog. The dog does not want Bond. But Q is determined, and now Bond is walking this dog around Hyde Park (or the dog is walking HIM) and they're both eyeing each other like...it's rotten work. Especially to me, especially if it's you. I'll do it, but Jesus Christ.

But both Bond and the dog have a strong sense of Duty which carries them through until they can properly get used to each other, and they do become very fond of each other in time!

(Also, I just have a nebulous Thought in my head of Q teaching Bond the dog's routines and commands and giving the dog treats and headrubs, and Bond getting jealous and needing Q to also give HIM treats and headrubs for participating in the Training Routine with the dog. After each training sesh, Q has to have them both sit politely while he feeds them treats and rubs them down and tells them they are Good Boys.

@halfbaked00q, maybe you have more thoughts on this, idk!!)

[dandysworldhcs]

I have so many headcanons on their designs and such so just bear with me

- I honestly see Astro as a sort of centipede, a nocturnal arthropod that is actually pretty chill if you don't antagonize them. I also see him as having ADHD combined with narcolepsy, he's always moving his hands underneath his blanket and his mind is always racing despite constantly being fatigued.

- Razzle and Dazzle are rats, why? The rat king phenomenon! This is one of my only voice headcanons but they sound like ENA, specifically the newer one

- Dandy is a False Dandelion. I also base my design of him on a Ammit, which has the head of a crocodile, the upper body of a lion, and the lower body of a hippo, his Twisted form reflects this the most. I also see Dandy as bigender. Him and Sprout are also brothers with Sprout being the older one.

- Speaking of Sprout, I honestly see him acting like a MMO healer while on runs (Examples; “No, I'm not out of tapes, I just don't like you”, “If you get in the way you deserve to get hit”, “You got one shot, I can't out-heal stupidity”.)

- Shelly has other dino features, although it's actually based on cephalopod’s using tools, her tentacles hold onto replicas of fossils that give her the illusion of having a tail, horns, etc, and she can change them out. Also she has ADHD, she just matches the symptoms more instead of autism (Autistic and even AuDHD Shelly's are valid tho).

- Vee has high functioning ASPD that's comorbid with Autism, yes I did as much research as possible as to not demonize either, but I personally see her with these two disorders, as due to being a robot she doesn't feel complex emotions and has a weak sense of right and wrong (outside of her programming, that is), she doesn't feel guilty for being blunt, rude, or for not noticing others feelings, but she does try to make up for it if someone points it out, even if she doesn't feel bad about it.

- Pebble is a Toy Poodle, and Coal is a Saint Bernard, with Pebble being a service animal and Coal being a search and rescue mountain dog, in the cartoon they were both used to show kids how dogs can help people outside of being companions, that service dogs shouldn't be distracted or pet without permission, and that they shouldn't be scared of working dogs in certain situations no matter how big or intimidating they seem. Also they're very much ‘Old dog, young dog' dynamic.

- Shrimpo has low functioning ASPD and struggles to hide his symptoms. No pronouns and AroAce.

- Gigi is a chameleon, simply because chameleons will grab onto whatever you hand them, self explanatory.

- Goob and Scraps are chimeras instead of being a dog and a cat, Looey is their oldest sibling, no reason for this, it just showed up in my mind and I can't get rid of it, Goob and Scraps honorary circus members as a result. Goob also has Ataxia (Impaired balance and coordination, specifically in his arms, which causes clumsy movements) and Hypotropia (downward facing misaligned eye) which causes weaker vision in his ‘lazy’ eye.

I'm going to stop now because I'm just rambling at this point.

- Wisteria Anon (if that isn't taken just yet)

These are all so interestiing... especially the rnd one I have literally never seen that one proposed before !! Little rat rnd d'awww..

I'm also very much an ataxia & hypotropia Goob enjoyer, as well as the Coal & Pebs one... these are so neat!

[saintvainglorious]

Fics I Enjoyed in January - DC Comics Fic Rec List Part 2

I am still neck-deep in DC fandom this month and the fics have been so so good. Unlike last time, I am too tired to write mini summaries/reviews, so I'm going to feature my favorite quote from each fic instead.

My first DC Comics fic rec list is here!

Floor Plans by @oh-mother-of-darkness (Teen & Up, 1k, 2016) “I really didn’t want to die,” he finished. “I was kind of hoping if I laid here long enough, I would remember what that felt like.”

Losing two brothers in six months takes an emotional toll.

almost right by @bitimdrake (Teen & Up, 3k, 2020) He desperately wishes that he didn’t know what Dick’s cheekbone feels like under a gauntleted fist.

Bruce sucks in a breath, hand raising to fix the cowl. Dick flinches back.

but more with love by @danishsweethearts (Teen & Up, 3k, 2022) Dick wakes up one morning, groggy from a dream that he thinks might’ve been about the circus and also about his favourite car and also about how lonely he is, and realizes that he can’t remember what his mother’s voice sounds like anymore.

O Robin, Robin, wherefore art thou Robin?

The Mechanics of a Hug by @sohotthateveryonedied (General Audiences, 4k, 2017) “You know… that crushing sense of depression? Like,” Dick chews his lip. “It’s. A physical weight. Makes it hard to breathe?” “Yeah,” Tim says, soft. He smiles, wryly. “I sort of hoped you didn’t, though.”

“So,” Tim ventures. “It's… what, a cuddle pollen?” Bruce just shrugs. “Something like that.”

No Pain, All Gain by @sohotthateveryonedied (General Audiences, 1k, 2020) Tim’s eyes go even wider. “You stole my organs?” “Technically,” Jason chimes in, “the doctors stole your organs. We just gave them permission.”

Bruce checks Tim’s IV. “Are you in any pain? Do you need more morphine?” Tim’s pupils are so wide that only the faintest ring of blue can be seen. He watches Bruce the way a five-year-old watches cartoons. “I’m all good, B-dog. All Gucci, like we cool teens say." His words are slurred almost beyond recognition, but Tim doesn’t seem to notice or care. "I could fight Superman right now.”

The Wind Sits in the Shoulder of Your Sail by @birdchildsnest (Teen & Up, 7k, 2020) “Oh my god. Bruce. I can’t even tell if you’re serious. When everybody finally eats the rich—they’re going to eat you first.”

At least, back then, Tim had barely been a teenager. He could almost forgive his own volatility. And he’d been smart enough (scared enough?) not to tell Jack that he didn’t need him. What was his excuse now? Bruce was his dad (at least, in the legal sense), but (surprise, surprise) it turned out that Tim wasn’t any better at being a son. Or Tim and Bruce still have some things to sort through after the adoption.

I Left My Conscience On Your Front Doorstep by @dustorange (Teen & Up, 21k, 2022) He doesn’t want to be loved if being loved is like this.

"I think I'm leaving," Dick whispers. "I think I'm not coming back."

bad boys bad boys (whatcha gonna do) ♫ by @drakefeathers (Teen & Up, 20k, 2014) "They live their lives thinking they can charge through the city with the right to hurt and kill and destroy as many lives as they want. And they do it all without a shred of remorse." “But—” Damian begins, brow furrowed in confusion. “Isn’t that like you?”

a Jason and Damian as Batman and Robin AU!! featuring a bunch of graffiti, a rival dynamic duo, and Cat Jason (a cat named Jason).

The Biggest Mistake by @oh-mother-of-darkness (General Audiences, 1k, 2016) “I could ground him anyway, if it would make you feel better.” “He only said it because I called him ‘a garbage can so ineffective it actually became garbage.’”

"You know what really needs to be addressed? Bruce's truly terrible treatment of Damian." -Me, on a daily basis

been a number and a name by @wynterstars (Teen & Up, 35k, 2023) “Turns out if you just say ‘spacetime’ until people’s eyes glaze over they don’t really question anything you say. Also, somehow nobody expects me to be able to actually do enough math to explain it.”

On a field trip, Robin has a close encounter with the newest super in Metropolis, only to discover the hard way that Superboy secretly works for Lex Luthor. They agree to work together on a plan to free Superboy from Luthor’s hold, but Robin isn’t sure how far he can trust him—and his developing feelings only make things more complicated.

clean it like you mean it by @wynterstars (Teen & Up, 70k, 2024) "Wait, ugh, you're not my dead dad, right? If I'm getting a dying vision of my dead dad I want a do-over because he suuuuucked."

When Gotham's crooks have to scrub down their lairs, who do they call? Jason Todd, Gotham's first and only underworld crime scene cleaning specialist. He's spent his life dodging the Bat, but after a chance encounter he saves Robin's life. Tim Drake finds himself drawn to the conflicted rogue, and soon Jason becomes Robin's street informant. But they can only stay on opposite sides of the law for so long before something breaks.

3:16 by @wufflesvetinari (Teen & Up, 70k (WIP), 2023) “Try to decouple one thing from the other. I’m proud of you, but ice cream isn’t my grand statement about whether you’ve been good or bad today. Good things are good. Happiness is precious. Sometimes you just want caramel chocolate chip.”

The knife pushes thin along Dick’s carotid artery, cupping the indent between neck and jawline—forcing him to angle his chin. The metal is warm, pulled with execution speed from under Damian’s pillow. “Okay,” Dick says quietly, tracking the intricacies of his own heartbeat—counting the space between breaths. “Guess I did need a shave.” (With faltering steps, Dick and Damian become Batman and Robin.)

wolf-king of rome by @mysterycitrus (Not Rated, 25k, 2024) “You go after Joker, but you don’t kill him, because it’s not about the Joker dying, it’s about Bruce breaking his code for you. It’s about Bruce loving you enough to change himself for the worse. It’s about your idea of grieving.”

Jason doesn’t fear Dick Grayson. Fear itself has changed shape for him, since his return from the Pit - it tastes of dirt in his mouth, of drowning, of fire and blood and laughter, more than a tangible face. Still, he’d be stupid not to be cautious. Dick liked playing on an uneven field, and would do anything to keep him off balance, so he just had to stay focused. That’s the nature of the armistice, both waiting for the other to make a move. It’s like balancing on the head of a pin.

Declensions by @dustorange (Teen & Up, 13k, 2018) “Do not tell them your name. Do as I did to survive. I lied. I have always lied. Make one up. Do not let them have you. Say your name is…is…is…Richard Grayson. Or something. They are going to steal you; do not give them anything to steal.”

“My father,” Dick says, “worked the rope. It cut him. His hands were never clean.”

Passiontide by @bigdvmnhero (Teen & Up, 5k, 2025) Despite its faults, the day had tried to be good. He felt young, like someone's son.

On the 96th day Bruce didn't call, Dick remembered their old game. Three things he knew: 1) In three months, it would be Dick's death anniversary; 2) Bruce was still missing his check-ins; 3) Here Dick was, persisting. Imagine the things I'd survive, Dick thought distantly, if I loved Bruce less. Or: Agent 37 and his various crises of faith, on Day 277 at Spyral, Day 150, and Day -0.

the time you won your town the race by @silverwhittlingknife (Teen & Up, 4k (WIP), 2022) Tim. Tim is Dick’s. Death sharpens, clarifies these things. Who will receive the body, decide on the funeral, receive condolences, make all the decisions that matter. No one has questioned it, not even Tim’s friends. There’s a terrible clarity about death. If Dick said, let’s burn everything he owned, Alfred would do it.

He doesn’t know exactly what Tim would say. But he knows what Tim would do. Tim dies. Dick doesn’t take death for an answer. A Red Robin 12 AU.

door, opening by @cowboysorceror (Mature, 70k (WIP), 2024) Dick, with the keys to every locked door Jason has ever tried to open, tucked inside the cradle of his skull; all of that, snuffed out like a candle.

It’s barely audible, but he knows what he heard. A short, four-note whistle, chirping down – E, C#, then jumping up to A, F#, a little trill on the finish. He waits a moment, head turned slightly towards the dim shapes of storage containers between him and the ramp, eyes straining against the blackness. Long, stretching seconds. There it is again. His gloved hand, prickling with cold, closes into a fist. It’s a wood thrush. A small North American songbird that doesn’t sing at night, doesn’t live in the city. He knows what it means. It means hold, steady, not yet. It means wait for me, I’m behind you.

[imeanthatsdebatable-blog]

I recognize RoseMary makes more sense narratively, since they spent 3 years together; and even if romantic feelings were prevalent in the first two acts between John and Rose, you can't really expect anyone to wait that long, especially in their circumstance

However, a part of me can't help but feel that RoxyGen is more of a consolation prize, like "well...they should have SOMEONE..." Even if I do think it's cute.

Point is, I'm a sucker for Golden Retriever/Black Cat dynamics

[bogusbyron]

I've been thinking about the fuckin paris chase scene the WHOLE DAY to the point i had to draw something, but also went to inspect what the original french text said, because the 3 english translations i cross-referenced had a few glaring differences.

and like..... okay . there have definitely been some translations that made this wayyyyyy gayer, some in different parts than others, but theres a REASON they translated it gayly. let's inspect!

DISCLAIMER! I AM ENGLISH AND NOT NATIVE FRENCH SPEAKER!!!! i also translated this more loose & direct than cohesively, so it's real janky, sorry ...if you want a nicer translation go somewhere else ... im trying to be comprehensive here . ANYWAY!!!!!!!!

Then [Javert] began to play. He had a [ravishing/sensual/ecstatic] and infernal moment: he let his man go ahead of him, knowing that he [had/held] him, but wanting as long as possible to [delay/postpone] the moment of arrest, happy to [feel him caught but to see him free/give him the illusion of freedom], [gazing at/brooding over] him with the [voluptuousness/pleasure/lust] of the spider that lets the fly fly and the cat that lets the mouse run. The claw and the talon have a monstrous sensuality; it is the [unseen/obscure] movement of the beast imprisoned in their pincers. What a [delight/delicacy] this suffocation was! Javert was enjoying himself. The meshes of his net were firmly attached. He was sure of success; he didn’t have anything more now than to close his hand. Accompanied like he was, the very idea of resistance was impossible, no matter how energetic, vigorous and desperate Jean Valjean might be.

There's not really... much i can say. It reads a bit queer. One thing i love about french is that you can stretch it and find a gay meaning in ANYTHING.

My favourite example is on "Javert was enjoying himself". The original french is "Javert jouissait." Jouissait, from the verb jouir. Which definitely means to enjoy oneself , but...

Can be in a more literal sense.

Hugo definitely did not mean it to read like this, but with that meaning on the horizon... do what you like with it.

The rest of the words i provided a couple choices as i wasn't sure which worked best or wanted to give you an idea of the general kind of meaning or scope. I'm leaving it up to you to decide!

Additionally i translated it.. fairly literally, whereas some translations i saw gather the idea more than the way hugo wrote it - which makes total sense, " feel him caught but to see him free" makes sense in french but is a mess of a sentence in english, hence the completely different interpretation after it.

feel free to comment/give feedback! i really enjoy doing this kinda thing!!

[spacecowboyy0]

autistic reader who doesnt like how everything feels that day just having an overstimulation day

summary: nat helps reader with their overstimulation and buck gives reader a surprise!

notes: reader's relationship with nat and buck is not defined although they share an apartment and a bed

i focused on fluff because we all deserve that!!

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You're having a rough sensory day. You feel sweaty, your shirt is too tight, your pants are too uncomfortable, your fingernails are too long. As you enter your apartment, you drop your bag and run to your room. You're so close to crying, you need to change immediately. Natasha is on the bed when you enter but you don’t acknowledge her before you start stripping off your clothes. Now completely bare, you grab baggy clothes, and a comfortable pair of underwear. 

When you slip into the clothes, it provides you an instant sense of relief. You let out an audible sigh, and you hear Nat laugh behind you. You turn around to face her with a pout.

"What?"

"I'm glad you're feeling better." You climb onto the bed and crawl over to her. You shove your face into her stomach and mumble. "Don't laugh at me, I had an overstimulating day!"

"I'm sorry love, you're just so cute." She strokes your hair and you curl into her. When your nails make contact with her sweater you rear your head back in disgust. She notices you move and flex your fingers, trying to get rid of the lingering sensation. It's a move she recognizes. “Do you want me to clip your nails for you?”

You look up at her, and smile, pleased that she’s so in tune with your needs. “Yes please.”

"Of course, baby." She kisses your cheek and then waits for you to sit up so she can get up. She grabs your noise cancelling headphones before she follows you into the bathroom. On your worst weeks you often needed extra help with hygiene, eating, chores, etc. Whether it's because of your sensory issues, executive dysfunction, or low mood. You've gotten better at asking for help and recognizing when you need it.

From inside the bathroom, the two of you can hear keys jingling and then Bucky calls out.

“I’m home!” 

“We’re in the bathroom!” Nat doesn’t need to raise her voice because of his super hearing, which you are very thankful for. 

Natasha gets out the nail clippers and you find a position to sit in that works for the both of you. Bucky pops in head in the doorway. 

“Everything good here?” You’re sitting on the counter, headphones on, and Natasha’s standing, holding your hand over the counter as she works. 

“Yeah, Nat’s just clipping my nails.” You reply, looking towards him.

“Rough day?”

“Yeah, just all too much, but I’m doing better now.” He comes to your side and pulls you into a side hug, careful not to bump against your headphones. You lean into him, but keep your hand still. 

“I got you something when you’re done here.” He says, and uses one hand to message your neck.

“Oh really?” You’re surprised, although you shouldn’t be, with how often they spoil you. 

You don't ask more about it, instead telling them about your tiring day while Natasha finishes. Then you go into the living room together for your surprise. You watch as Bucky pulls something out of his bag and then he hides it behind his back so you can’t see it. He walks over to where you sit on the couch. He waits dramatically for a few seconds before handing the object to you. You gasp. 

“Stop it!” The lamb Jellycat you have been eyeing recently sits perfectly in his cupped hands, with a cute pink ribbon tied around its neck. You grab it gently and put it in your lap. You stare at it, and smile when Alpine comes over to sniff it. You give the cat a quick scratch on her head and then hug your lamb to your chest. 

“Thank you Buck, I love it!!” You get on your knees and wrap your arms around him, squishing the lamb in between the two of you. 

“You’re welcome sweetheart.” He smiles at you softly.

“Are you going to give it a name?” Nat speaks from beside you. She reaches out to feel its fluffy texture.

“Hmm, I feel like she’s Uhura.” 

“That’s so nerdy of you, I love it.” Natasha laughs. You begin to protest, but she pokes your side playfully which makes you giggle and swat at her hand.

~

That night, before you go to bed, you think of something. 

“Could you guys spray your perfume and cologne on her?” You stand in front of the bed, where Natasha and Bucky are resting against the headboard, reading their books. They look up at you.

“Yeah of course cutie, bring me the bottles.” Natasha responds, and rests her book in her lap as you go to the dresser to find them. Uhura’s head gets Bucky’s scent, and her body gets Nat’s. 

~

The next morning when you wake up in your bed alone, which is disappointing even though you knew they had a meeting. You pick up your new stuffie from off the floor, give her a quick apology, and bring her to your nose, inhaling the combined smell of your favourite people. You snuggle back into your blanket and fall back asleep, comforted by their scents around you.

uhura my beloved <3 i debated not putting the star trek reference in here but then i remembered that this is autistic reader so obviously i had to!!

[alygator77]

ya know, i flip back and forth between thinking gojo is more of a dog person like gege says or a cat person. like i can see both arguments, but what are your thoughts and why? (i put mine in the tags)

[puppppppppy]

Big cat