#i just did this because i was curious if it was possible

[aikoiya]

I mean... The scary thing is that it's actually motherhubbin' possible. And you wouldn't even need to make any flippin' changes to OG Greek myth either!

Btw, holy cats! Like, I'm not sure ya'll really get just how very weird Greek myth is because there is LITERALLY a freakin' myth for this!

Then again: Oedipus, the Minotaur, how some myths say Ares was born, how Despoina was conceived, Chronus & Zeus... just Chronus & Zeus, honestly. They're both sacks of shit.

Just keep this in mind, ya'll. Greek myth is all kinds of effed up!

I won't go into detail because it's super freakin' weird, but I will tell you to look up the legend of the Spring of Salmacis & leave you with this.

Worst part? This specific myth is thought to have taken place around 100-500 years before the events of the Odyssey is believed to have taken place. Which means that if Penelope is being legit about this, then for all we know, she had someone go & retrieve a hydriai (clay pot that runners used to carry water) back from there & that's what worries me!

Consent is key, ya'll!

Edit: So, anyway, I was curious, so I looked some stuff up as far as a plausible travel time.

To start off, I'm just giving a day to account for the travel between Ithaca & Peloponnese, which is where Amàliada is located, as well as breaks because no one can be on the move 24/7.

Next, the distance from Amàliada to Athens is 209 km. The average Greek horse could reach something like 40-45 mph (64.37-72.42 km/h). So, 2.9-3.3 hours or 3-3.4 hours. Which means that a round trip on horseback would be about 5.9-6.7 hours.

Distance from Athens to Bodrum is 182 nautical miles. Provided the vessel used has an average cruising speed of 5 knots, then a one-way trip should be something like 3 days. And, though sail speed varies depending on vessel, I've got 2 possible candidates & both are at least that fast, if not faster.

A Tririme was a 15th century ship (around the time that it was believed that Odysseus' quest took place) available to Greek royalty & they're believed to be able to sail at 7-9 knots depending on if they were using the sails or the oars available to them.

Meanwhile, the penteconter was a 50-oared galley with 25 on each side. And it was said to be capable of 5-7 knots, with a top-speed of 9 knots according to Homer.

So, somewhere within the ballpark of 38.33-49.3 to 69-70 hours. Meaning between 2-3 days, times 2, so 4-6 motherhubbin’ DAYS by boat! But, again, that isn't including the time it would take to locate the spring.

So, 20.2-36.4 hours one way. Making it 40.4-72.8 hours going both ways.

46.2-79.4 hours.

That's around 2-4 days. Of course, that isn't counting what time it would take to locate the spring itself then return to Bodrum proper. And, upon looking real quick, the believed location of that spring is Kaplan Kulesi, which is around… Oh my gosh… I'd bet money that it's in the freaking military base surrounding Tiger Tower & civies aren't allowed on the premises…

Anyway, it's around 1.1 km from Milta Marina & around a 16 minute walk from point A to point B, so I wouldn't be shocked if the spring weren't too far from there either. Regardless, Bodrum Castle is about 180 by 185 meters & the general location wouldn't be much larger, meaning that it could take anywhere from a few hours to a number of days to thoroughly search the area. However, I'd maybe give it between a day & a week at most. Add back in the day of time needed to get to Amàliada & that totals things to around 4-12 days. Less than 2 weeks.

That's freaking nothing, dude. Of course, this is all locations that exist today & this is only provided that Penelope did her research beforehand. Possibly even smoozed Ody's great grandpappy into squealing on the location. But that isn't the point.

The point is, this crud isn't just possible. It's downright achievable. And that terrifies me.

...

Oh, & also. I just wanted to let everyone know that either Hermes or Aphrodite has a seriously crappy naming sense. If you look up the legend of Salmacis, then you will know exactly what I mean.

One final warning: THE LEGEND IS FLIPPIN' WEIRD!!!

kesha song app requested i do a penelope version who am i to say no to a request (design cred: gigi)

[4linos]

cooking, lying, and loving you.

han jisung x gn!reader

synopsis: you surprise your boyfriend with a home-cooked meal after his long tour, but the dish turns out far from perfect.

wc: 705

After weeks of being on tour, Jisung has finally returned home, and you have been impatiently waiting his arrival. You chose to prepare dinner as a surprise for him because you know how much he must have missed home-cooked meals. Even though you're not very good at cooking, you've spent the entire day planning and putting your all into the dish. You're nervous yet excited, imagining his reaction when he realizes how hard you've worked.

When he walks through the door, the sound of his suitcase rolling across the floor catches your attention. “I’m home!” he calls out, his voice a little tired but warm and full of love.

You rush out to greet him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Welcome back!”

He grins, melting into your embrace. “It smells amazing in here. Did you… cook?” His tone is surprised but genuinely touched.

“Yup!” you say, beaming. “I wanted to do something special for you. Go freshen up—it’ll be ready when you’re done.”

Jisung heads off to change, and you quickly finish plating the food, making sure it looks as good as possible. By the time he sits down, the table is set with candles and everything. You can see how moved he is by the effort.

“Wow,” he says, his eyes wide as he takes it all in. “You did all this for me? You’re amazing.”

You blush at his words. “Anything for you. Now, dig in!”

He grabs his fork and takes his first bite. His attitude somewhat changes, but he masks it with a smile. His nod is a bit too enthusiastic. "Mmm," he adds. "This is so good!" With pride, you smile. “Really? I was worried that things wouldn't work out.” "No, it's delicious!" he insists, taking another bite, although at a slower pace. His thoughts are racing inside.

*It's slightly salty—no, it's really salty. And the texture isn't right. However, they put a lot of effort into this—I can't say anything. I'll simply push through.*

Feeling happy by his obvious enjoyment, you continue to watch him eat. "You really like it?”

“Of course!” he says, washing it down with a big gulp of water. “You did an amazing job.” He clears his plate despite the challenge, finishing with a triumphant smile. “That was so good. Thank you, babe.”

You’re practically glowing from his praise. “I’m so glad you liked it! I was worried it might not be perfect.”

Jisung shakes his head. “It was perfect,” he lies smoothly, leaning back in his chair.

Later, Jisung waits in the doorway, watching you with a sheepish smile as you get ready for bed. Casually, he scratches the back of his neck and says, "Hey." "Yes?" You look at him in the mirror and hum. "Well, I He took a step closer and says, "I have something to tell you.”

Curious, you turn around. "What is it?" After he pauses, he starts laughing. "Alright, don't be upset,

but the dinner wasn't that good."

Your jaw drops as you process his confession. “What?! You said you loved it!”

“I didn’t have the heart to tell you!” he defends himself, laughing so hard he’s clutching his stomach. “You looked so proud, and I couldn’t ruin the moment!”

You grab a nearby pillow and playfully hit him with it. “Babe! I can’t believe you lied to me!”

He tries to dodge, laughing harder. “It wasn’t a lie—it was… creative encouragement! You worked so hard, and I really did appreciate it!”

You can’t help but laugh along with him, even as you give him another light whack. “You’re impossible.”

“But you love me,” he teases, catching your hand mid-swing and pulling you close.

“Barely,” you joke, rolling your eyes.

He grins, leaning his forehead against yours. “Next time, we’ll cook together, okay? That way, you can’t accuse me of lying.”

“Deal,” you say with a smirk. “But don’t think I’m letting you off the hook that easily.”

Jisung kisses your cheek, still chuckling. “Fair enough. Just know that I’ll always finish whatever you make—even if it’s… memorable.”

You both laugh as you settle into bed, teasing each other until the night is filled with warmth and joy, the imperfect dinner already a funny memory to share.

—

nini’s notes!! 112724

heyy. i hope you all have a good thanksgiving tomorrow (if you celebrate, of course). i’m so ready for this year to be over 🤧.

asks are always open if you have a question, concern, or request!

-🎀

[bunnys-kisses]

on top of the world

max verstappen

tags: smut/pwp, post-las vegas gp (2024), pregnancy/pregnant!reader, tender & gentle sex, established relationship,

a/n: congrats max for another wdc!

max wrapped you up in his arms and held you tightly. he kissed you on the side of the face with such love. such affection, there was a fire to his kiss, the after burn of a heated race. he came in fifth this weekend, but he was just that good that he managed to get enough points to secure his fourth world champion!

and when max pulled away with misty eyes. the thrill of the wdc never damped. he smiled brightly at you and said, "i won the wdc."

you swallowed and in the heat of the moment replied, "and i'm pregnant." you wished you could've taken the words back, but instead max just kissed you once more. your legs felt like jelly as you clung to him. wrapped up in one another, but max's grip loosened on you. after all, you were pregnant.

"you're pregnant." he said as his hands trailed up your sides once you were in the privacy of the hotel room. during every interview with what felt like every news network in the world. not only did he want to talk about his win, but the growth of your family.

you traced your hands down the front of his red bull branded t-shirt, "remember why we were so curious why jimmy, sassy and donatello were always hanging around me?"

he nodded as he undid the buttons of your blouse.

"the entire weekend i felt sick in brazil and we chalked it up to something not agreeing with me." there was another nod from your boyfriend, "and then when you put your face between my breasts and i always yelled because they were so tender? yeah... i'm pregnant."

he looked at your face and then your middle. he patted a hand across the soft flesh and licked his lips, "you're serious, right? no joke?"

you held his face in your hands and looked into his blue eyes, "max... maxie... my love. i took five of them. i'm pretty sure it's impossible for all five to be false positives... when i head back home i will get the blood work done."

he beamed at you and pulled you in for another heated kiss. soon you were pulling at the shoulders of his t-shirt. his hat was flicked off onto the floor and with a bit of help you were both soon completely nude on the bed.

he looked amazing, even post-race. he was well showered and out of his driving clothes. but, he still looked flustered from the heat of the race, and even though it was so late into the evening. you both couldn't sleep, not while your brains were running a mile a minute. he admired you, loved you as his hands spread across your form.

"you and i made a baby, huh?" he said as leaned down and kissed your stomach, how much it would change while you carried his child. his kisses continued to trail across your body and you felt a shiver of euphoria through your system as he got between your legs. his cock stood at full attention and he wanted to map out every inch of you skin. as much as possible. he wanted to feel the love of his life as much as he could, to worship your body.

"yes, that's what happened." you giggled as your combed your fingers through his dirty blond hair, "that's usually what happens when you have unprotected sex." you smiled then kissed him when he rose his head.

"i hope you know, i'm here for you and our baby, okay? i'm not walking out, no, never." he nodded earnestly, even though there was no doubt in your bed. it was sweet for him to confirm it for you. you pulled him into a searing kiss and got him onto his back with you on top of him. you spread your hands across his broad chest, you could feel his racing heartbeat.

you rubbed your hands up and down his chest as you pulled away. you looked down at him before you slowly sank on his cock. before he could say anything you replied, "we'll go soft. no need to get too worried there, mister verstappen." you moved your hips slowly against him and he tensed up for a moment at the feeling.

max knew you were going to be his wife, he was certain anyone at the team could see that. the way max held you and kissed you. the infamous maxplaining about you and your own accomplishments. while you weren't a superstar driver, he wanted everyone to know that you got your master's degree. he simply hadn't popped the question so your last name could on every degree you earn. but that might have to change a little prematurely with the news that you two were expecting a child. he groaned a little as he felt the circulation of pleasure through his body. the rise and fall of your hips as you made love to him.

both of you still running off the high of the race and of the victorious news. you moved a little faster, but he slowed you down. he panted, "i want to feel you, all of you." he swallowed back a heavy moan as he moved against you. he admired every curve of your body. you were his, all his. the two of you were going start a family. be a family. one thought crossed his mind, he'd need to go ring shopping.

"i love you."

"i love you too."

you continued to work his body slowly, feeling every each of one another. max's hands tickled you a little and your giggles made his pulse leap. you could feel the circulation of pleasure in your brain as you moved against him with such affection and love. you loved max, you loved him more than you could put into words. there were no words in any language that could describe your affection towards the man. your man.

your bodies moved together. but it wasn't fucking, it was making love. you were enjoying each other's bodies with heated want while you moved against him lovingly. you moaned a little louder when the pleasure started to creep up through your body. you leaned in to kiss him once more as you moved your hips. you braced yourself on his toned chest and moaned deep into the kiss. that seemed to excite max as he held onto you a bit tighter. not tight enough to bruise. but, enough to be protective over you. over his beloved woman.

when you pulled away, you pressed your forehead against his and giggled, "soon we're going to have to find new ways to do this." then kissed him on the face.

"i'll take you anyway i can, my love. anyway you'll let me have you." he shuddered at the feeling of you. the two of you moved against one another during heated kisses and you could feel the pleasure spike in your body. when you broke the kiss, he said, "i won this all for you. but i think you upstaged me." he chuckled lightly, his cheeks dusted with pink, "i was going to come home with the world championship, but you were to come home with our child." he kissed you again, "i guess i'd rather be beaten by my wife than anyone else."

you felt a rise in you from his words, only to spur you on with slow but steadier movements. you raked your nails dwon his pale chest and whispered praise towards him. it wasn't erotic so much as intimate. how much you loved him, how much he meant to you. "when i see your eyes, i feel the future, max. and not just trophies and fast cars. i see a home, a life, a family." and he shuddered at your words. you knew how to make him feel so comfortable, safe and sound.

you marginally picked up speed and knew you weren't going to last much longer. you kissed him deeply as you rode him perfectly. your pussy fit perfectly, and he loved the feeling of you around him. cunt around his cock, hands on his chest,t he weight of you on his hips as you moved against him. everything oozed with perfection and made his heart stammer.

the two of you continued, the kisses only furthered. you held onto him tightly and with a few more movements of your hips. you clamped down around him and came. you moaned deeply into the kiss and let the pleasure wash over you.

max felt a similar feeling and while you rose through your orgasm. he finished inside of you as well. mindful not to be too rough with you. you two kissed more as you felt up his chest and he felt up your hips. you stayed seated on his cock for a few moments while you enjoyed the feeling of his lips on you.

but a night of euphoric highs led to emotional crashes that left you sleepy. soon you got yourself off of him and laid next to him on the king sized bed. you were panting heavily. max was playing with your left hand, especially your ring finger.

you smacked him on the chest with that hand while you laid out on the bed, "and no, max. we're not getting married in vegas." then looked at him, "we'll do it right... plus i'm certain your sister and my sister would kill you."

max just beamed and pulled you into a tight cuddle, "fair, fair, mrs. verstappen."

-

you told very few people about the pregnancy, especially not the press. people did notice the slow down of photos of you on max's social medias as you got further along.

one fan wrote online, "maybe they broke up?"

another said, "he better not embarrassed with her now or something stupid like that!"

you found the comments endearing while you were in your home in monaco, the cats still gravitated towards you. with the newest of the bunch always finding their way around your swollen middle. max did take photos of you, every chance he could. but, those were for his private collection as the following season started to wind up. while you would've loved to be there, the swell in your middle was only getting more obvious.

"you better facetime me." your lover wagged his finger at you.

"not if jimmy lies on top of my phone and i lose it for an hour." you giggled before you kissed max on the mouth. it was hard to see him go, especially when any updates about your child with him were over text and calls. it was hard.

he would eventually post a photo after a mysterious absence from social media around the summer break, "going to win a fifth world champion for you the way i won the previous four for your mama." and that answered every questions fans had. the photo was max holding his son with the stupidest grin on his face.

and by the end of the 2025 season, he had secured a fifth victory. for you, for him and for the son you both loved dearly <3

[maodear]

Yapping about the contestants Guardian’s!

TW: Abuse,drugs,SA and etc.

So not many people talk about the Guardian’s in alien stage. I will be making opinions on each, but I will probably write more about the guardians when my art-book comes. Which would have all the lore I need.

Shine 🩷 (Mizi’s guardian

As we all should know, Shine is the most friendliest and definitely the most sweetest Gurdian. She loves humans and has curiosity to them. Mizi and Shien definitely had the most closest thing to a Mother and Daughter relationship out of everyone else.

Shine wanted nothing but good for Mizi, which is probably why she wanted her to be in Anakt Garden. Mizi had talent for singing and dancing. I am sure that if Shine knew that Mizi would have to suffer and go through pain. She would have not done it at all.

During round 5, Shine was watching. And you can tell how she felt looking at Mizi. She looks so sad :((

In all of Mizi’s birthday art or official art with Shine. She looked so happy in each one, always smiling or having fun. Shine loves Mizi like a normal person would love there pet. It seems messed up but Aliens see humans as Pets. But Shine still loves Mizi as her

Urak 🖕 ((Tills guardian

Urak is the Segyein of Till. And I will say he sucks the most. He treats Till horribly, in all ways. Mentally and physically. Urak has had other of his pets compete in Alien stage, but he says that Till is different from all of them because of his personality. He goes on saying that He only kept Till alive because of his Musical Talent he has. Urak believes that a Gurdian should learn right away what their pet’s strengths are to see if they are worthy.

In round 6 flashback Urak is forcing Till to sing “Oh my clematis” which Till refused to, which Urak throws a bottle at him, pinned him to a table. And when Till does break free, He attacked another segyein. Urak then once again assisted in restraining him. It’s said that Till was also SA in that flashback.

When Urak was asked about round 6 in an interview, Urak says that the only thing that matters is winning. It doesn’t matter how, if he wins it all worked. He also does expressed that it’s possible for Till to beat Luka, given how much Urak invested in him. (Which ages perfectly))

As much as I hate to admit. Even if Till is alive or not. I’m glad he lost because Urak has set another of his pets for Failure. And I hope he knows that, no matter how much he abuses, drugs or whatever shit he does. It won’t work because he will always set them in failure. Over and over again and it’s his fault.

Apparently Unsha and Urak have romance..??

Unsha🐁 ((Ivan’s guardian

Unsha is the Segyein of Ivan. Unsha isn’t physically abusive to Ivan but definitely is mentally. He has horrible has Urak since both Mentally and Physically hurt as much.

Unsha bought Ivan for his wife since it was her birthday. Ivan was choose because of his eyes which he found intriguing. Unsha also does mention that he had just begun to venture into the pet human entertainment business, so the timing was perfect for him. Which makes me believe that Ivan was Unsha’s first Pet.

If I’m correct In an interview, Ivan claims that Unsha is well known and him and Urak had nothing more then a business relationship. Saying they weren’t close in any way. Nothing more nothing less.

When asked for his thoughts on Ivan's impulsive actions during Round 6, Unsha replied saying he was disappointed that Ivan essentially forfeited the round, and he thought Ivan had a lot of potential even before Alien stage. He also admitted to being curious about what Ivan was thinking during around 6.

He closes the interview by saying he felt like he learned a lot being with Ivan, and it was worth the loss. He lastly that he doesn’t intend to participate in Alien stage again anytime soon.

Phan💀(Hyunas and Hyun-woo Gurdian

Phan is the Gurdian Segyein of Hyuna and Hyun-woo. Not much is shown or known of her since she was never brought up.

I did find that Heperu has an interesting to her similar to how Luka is obsessed with Hyuna.

((Not my picture! I don’t own the Art-book yet!)

Heperu🖕🖕🖕 (Lukas Gurdian

Heperu is the Gurdian Segyein of Luka. I might get blasted for this but I believe he’s the worst one yet. He claims that he had made Luka overcome fear, which makes me wonder what kind of things he had done to Luka. As we know Luka as went through a test with was monitoring his heart rate, and stoping his heart completely. Luka barley shows any kind of emotion. But he was crying in that art, Heperu disgust me.

Heperu ego is very high I can tell, because in a interview he claims that all of Lukas achievements and his talent is because of him. And he should thank him always for making him perfect. He always puts Luka very high, saying he will win no matter what.

In one of Lukas official art it shows Heperu shadow being in a position in which looks like kissing.?? And his hand was caressing him. Luka also looked quite young too which just gives me more creeps.

In the music Video all-in Luka kissed Hyuna, which I want to say. Was because of Heperu. Usually when someone was SA they see as a normal thing and do it to another person. That would explain why Luka kisses Hyuna.

Luka has been out through so much stuff because of Heperu and like everyone else has. Luka as very right to be the way he is. Because of Heperu and how cruel he is, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Till did become the same way.

Heperu also has a thing for Phan, having an attraction to Phan, just like Luka has an attraction to Hyuna??

Neigh🐛 (Sua’s Guardian

Not much is known from Neigh, but from what we know is that Niegh sees pets as nothing more than dolls. She dressed them all out usually the same. In a white dress like a doll.

In Neigh’s profile it’s shown that she has 0% interest in Sua. Probably because Sua is a copy of everyone else there. They are all the same as emotionless dolls. With no feelings or opinions.

——<3

Pretty sure that’s everyone? When my art-book arrives I will make any other post on the Guardians probably.

I may hate every Guardian except for Shine, but they hold a lot of meaning in the story which I appreciate.

Thanks for taking your time to read all of this <33

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Oughh yea yea, but I think it could be funni if we switch between their povs.

Because Tails Doesn't Know right. He'd only have Sonic's account on things, and I feel like he wouldn't really condem what he did, not exactly. Nine wouldn't be open about Anything at first either, bro would be considered a cryptid that just appeared and day. And Tails would be curious as hell, like who is this guy why does he look like me what is the shatteverse about how is it possible a multiverse within their universe why is only he here how did he get here how does Sonic know him what was that about time dilation between universes what does the shatterverse mean for the grander scheme of things can he go there he wants to see it—

And than Nine would be full of nothing but guilt, distain and pain, with his newfound impostor syndrome flying off the fucking charts lmao. He'd want Tails to shut up, to get away from him, to stop proding into him and idk how else to put this, but flauting around how sweet and "unprobelmatic" he is (??). But on the other hand Nine can't exactly verbalize any of it cuz he IS at the guy's house, he has no say here about how things go and he kinda chose to go here sooo

Tl,dr:

Continously attempting to lock these two in a room and see how it goes but they just refuse to talk to each other 😔😔

[rita-repulsa-ke]

Reincarnation

"So, reincarnation."

"Yes?"

"How does it work?"

"No idea."

"…What do you mean, no idea?"

"Not my area. People die, then they get reborn. I only handle the first part."

"But I have been other people?"

"Your soul has been other people. You've only ever been yourself."

"So can you tell who my soul has been?"

"Nope."

"Hmm. So when I die and get reincarnated, you won't be able to find me?"

"Oh. No. Wait, did you want me to??"

"…Stop looking at me like that."

"That's very romantic, beloved."

"I was just, I was only curious."

"You won't have to worry about it anyway."

"What? Wait, why?"

"Um. No reason. Nothing. Forget I said that."

"Rioooo."

"…sacred mystery?"

"You cannot say that every time you don't want to answer a question. Real answer, please."

"…Not everyone is reincarnated."

"Now we're getting somewhere. So what happens to them?"

"That actually is a sacred mystery, Ags."

"Fine. Who chooses whether they're reincarnated or not?"

"Same answer."

"Mmhmm. Why do you look so guilty about it? Is that also a sacred mystery?”

"I don't look guilty."

"My sweet, you are a terrible liar. Is it possible that you've got some say in the matter?"

"…maybe…"

"And you don't want me to be reincarnated because you would lose me? Something like that?"

"…are you going to call me creepy?”

“Maybe—wait, does that bother you?”

“Sometimes.”

“Oh! Well, in that case, definitely. I stopped because I thought that one wasn’t landing.”

“…Agatha.”

“You’re over here making choices about my afterlife. I can call you creepy.”

“…does it really bother you?”

“Would it change anything?”

“…”

“Creeeepy.”

“Beloved, can you, for once in your life, pretend you are capable of taking anything seriously?”

“Well, what if I said, with all seriousness, that I wanted to be reincarnated?”

“…don’t say that.”

“So you want me to be serious, but also only say what you want to hear?”

“…Yes?”

“Tell me what happens if I’m not reincarnated, then.”

“I can’t, it’s a—“

“Yeah, yeah. Sacred mystery. Will you be there?”

“Yes.”

“…Good enough, then. I’ll take it—Whoa! Uh, hi, that was fast, did you want somethin—Rio, wait, I like this dress, don’t—“

“AgathaAgathaIloveyou.”

“Right, yes, I’m glad, but let’s calm dow—“

“Love, stop talking.”

Sometime much later

“Never mind. I’ve changed my mind. I want to be reincarnated.”

“…please tell me that is you not taking anything seriously again.”

“Could be.”

“Agatha…”

“An eternity of this, huh? …honestly, sounds pretty nice.”

“…”

“…did you just grow a tree? Just now?”

“I got excited. And I assume you don’t want to…”

“Again?? Noooo, no, I’m good. It’s a beautiful tree.”

“Ags, I really love you.”

“I know.”

“…”

“Heh. Love you.”

“Mm. Forever and ever.”

“…creepy.”

[osmanthus-wine-addiction]

h-hey.. s-senpai.. so i-i r-really l-love angst, a-and i-i was w-wondering i-if y-you can m-make z-zhongli x hanahaki disease r-reader.. 🥺 skibidi

Zhongli x Reader / SFW / angst / Hanahaki Disease trope / love triangle / reader is Guizhong and Morax's close friend / mutual pining / misunderstandings / canon was hijacked for trope purposes / inspired by Zhongli's violetgrass voiceline / btw quick trivia: violetgrass is called 琉璃袋 (glaze/glass pouch) in chinese, which shares the same two characters as glaze lilies 琉璃百合 / Zhongli is called Morax in here / takes place during the archon war and a few decades after he becomes Archon

The glaze pouch, often referred to by its more common name violetgrass, is not to be confused with a flower with a more whimsical reputation; the glaze lily. It's rumored that those beautiful flowers with glasslike petals once covered the Guili Plains, but now has become a rare sight in the wild. What little is left of them can now only be found in remote villages deep in the mountains and in Liyue Harbor, where they had been painstakingly planted, but could hardly be considered thriving from the faintness of their fragrance.

Violetgrass on the other hand, thrives all over Liyue, clinging stubbornly to rocky cliffs, swaying in the breeze. The moisture in the morning air often turns the petals translucent, thus earning it the name glaze pouch. The bell-like flowers retain their fragrance year round and only requires the occasional rain to continuously blossom. It is believed that the flower's downward droop keeps its sweet scent from dissipating, like a drawn pouch.

The glaze lily was her favorite flower. She often wore it in her hair and had it embroidered to her robes. Morax also shared a fondness for the curious flowers, fascinated by how it seemed to be able to sense when there was happiness or sadness in the air. Whenever he was around, the flowers always seemed to blossom more vibrantly, letting their fragrance permeate through the plains. What nobody ever tells him was that whenever he rushes off to fight whatever gods happened to be terrorizing the region at the time, the flowers in her immediate vicinity closed up, reflective of her sadness and worry.

All of this fell into your eyes, including that one time you found her coughing up glaze lilies. You initially thought she had just knocked over a vase of them, because there were porcelain shards on the ground and blood staining those pale petals. When it finally dawned on you what was actually happening, your chest constricted helplessly. Your friend was in love with him.

Just as you were.

You wished you didn't understand what she was going through in such a visceral way. When she gripped your arm for support, bent over the pile of damp lilies, shaking from the coughs raking her body, you wondered just how long she had kept this a secret from you, from him. The flowers must've been strangling her from the inside out for years, piercing through her insides, draining her strength and will to live. Tears welled in your eyes as you watched her struggle to get up. How could she possibly protect the Guili Assembly in this state?

"Did you tell him?" You asked her.

She shook her head, meeting your eyes with desperation. "Don't... please. He can't know."

"He has to know! You're supposed to be the level-headed one. How can you be so foolish?" You shook her, attempting to wake her sleeping sense. "Maybe...maybe he'll come around..."

Who were you kidding? This was Morax you were talking about.

The only reason you stopped coughing up the damn flowers was because you made your peace with it long ago. You put him down, along with all your unanswered feelings and unrealistic expectations. He was a wonderful friend and a valuable ally in this grueling war. You'd never regret meeting him, but you wished you never loved him. Perhaps you still did, a little bit, reminded by the occasional petal that you would sometimes cough up, but at this very moment, you couldn't help but resent him with every fiber of your being. Your friend's body was unbearably light and frail as you clutched her against your chest. How much longer would she live?

You were about to lose one of your closest friends to these damned flowers, all because Morax wasn't capable of reciprocating her. For the first time in your life, you prayed to Celestia. You'd gladly pray to anyone who would listen, even the Abyss, if it'd save your friend. Deep down though, both you and her knew that the only one who could do anything to reverse this impending tragedy was Morax. If only he could love her, your heart wouldn't have to break a second time.

The day she died, you sealed yourself away in that subspace Cloud Retainer secretly built for you on the cliffs overlooking the Guili Plains. Years turned into decades. The hilichurls down in the plains often witness a lone figure sitting along the edge of the cliffs, the tassels along your skirt swaying in the breeze like the flowers you so adored. Aside from the most determined of herbalists, few bothered to scale the rocky cliffs to pick violetgrass, ensuring its abundance. Despite all the regretful things that were sure to eventually find you at some point in such a long lifetime, at least you could always look forward to fresh blooms after a rainfall. That was when the little glaze pouches opened up and let out their subtle fragrance.

Morax had sent out the Millelith to scour Liyue for traces of you again, but you had disappeared like morning dew, just like all the previous times he caught wind of you. It must be frustrating trying to find someone who did not want to be found.

Did you still resent him?

You still thought about him sometimes, but you no longer blamed him like you did when you first retreated here. You heard from Cloud Retainer that he had not taken her death any lighter than you did. From her recounting, he had changed drastically ever since her death, sometimes even taking on a mortal appearance and walking among his people in the streets to learn more about them. Perhaps she did rub off on him. In that sense, she would always be alive in his heart. He did love her deeply, just not in the way she so desperately needed to be. If your friend had been able to look past those stubborn sentiments, perhaps her flowers wouldn't have bloomed as ferociously as they did. The dull ache that came with accepting that your love would go on unrequited would eventually go away. Even if you still occasionally coughed up a violet petal or two, it had already become such an afterthought that it barely disturbed your day.

Of all the things you pegged Morax to be, an idiot was never one of them. He was ruthless in battle, but not at the expense of his cunning. Although the Goddess of Dust was known for her brilliance, Morax was in no way lacking in it. As soon as you began spotting Millelith soldiers in the Guili Plains, overturning every bolder and scouting the vicinity around the entrance of your hidden domain, you knew that he had either managed to fish the location out of Cloud Retainer or he had actually managed to find you all on his own. Perhaps it was finally time to pay an overdue visit to your old friend Morax, or should you call him Rex Lapis now, like everyone else did?

A pair of stone doors appeared in the cliffs, opening to the now-desolate plains. It looked nothing like the Guili Plains that you remembered. The skies were shrouded in a thick veil, signifying a coming storm. Your gaze fell on a hooded figure standing beside one of the crumbling stone structures that littered the area. As if to confirm that you were indeed seeing the person in front of your eyes, your heart involuntarily skipped a beat.

"Morax." His name drifted from your lips.

How long had he been waiting here?

"You're finally willing to see me." He turned, making his way towards you. A tired smile clung to his lips as he approached.

"Say it took me long enough and you can go right back to Liyue Harbor." You crossed your arms.

Morax sighed, his steps slowing to a stop. "Indeed. It is not up to me how long it would take."

A drop of rain landed on your face, then another.

"Will you invite an old friend into your abode to escape the weather?" He asked softly. Uncertainty threaded his voice.

"It depends." You decided to observe him a bit before allowing him to get any closer.

You never minded rainy weather, enjoyed it even. There was just something calming about letting the tiny droplets run down your cheeks and soak into your clothing. The scent of petrichor gradually rose from the earth as it was quenched by the rain.

"You have not changed much." He noted, seeing you tilt your head towards the sky and inhaling deeply.

"The same can't be said about you. I heard you've taken up some new hobbies." You opened your eyes to glance his way.

"Oh. Is that so?" He sounded pleasantly surprised that you've heard anything about him at all. With the way you stormed off, he'd have thought you'd avoid all mention of him.

You nodded. "Heard you've been going incognito in the streets. Did you have fun?"

"Humans are always a joy to watch. They seem to have limitless motivation and creativity when it comes to overcoming life's obstacles."

"You're beginning to sound like her."

"Perhaps." He replied, glancing at you with a slight crease in his brows.

You fell silent after bringing her up. This wasn't a discussion you had expected to have so soon with him, but perhaps it was better had sooner than later.

"I don't hold it against you anymore." You folded your hands together inside your sleeves. "I never should've. It was unfair of me... I'm sorry."

The droplets were coming down a little harder now, but you didn't want to retreat just yet. Under the cloak of the rain, it was alright to let a bit of your sadness seep out.

"That is comforting to hear." He said gravely.

Although you had just given him the confirmation he had come all the way here for, it felt like there was still something heavy weighing down on his chest. It was an obscure and intangible sensation, a familiar ailment that plagued him ever since your disappearance. Everytime your tearful face surfaced in his mind, everytime news of your whereabouts ignited his false hopes, everytime he was reminded of how close she had been to you, a crippling sadness would wash over him. He set out looking for you like a madman, despite having no clue what he would say to you once he found you. Now, decades after that fateful parting, after he had inevitably come to terms with the possibility of forever being cut off from you, you were suddenly standing in front of him once again. He should be relieved. All these years, all he wanted was a chance to explain to you why he could not save her.

"You don't owe me anything, Morax." You continued. By now, the rain was pouring, drenching you from head to toe. Still, you refused to retreat. "Whatever happened in the past, just let it go. I'm sure that's what she would've wanted."

"I cannot say for certain what she would've wanted, but have you perhaps considered what I may have wanted?" He asked you.

You looked up, past the heavy curtain of rain, to find Morax's face hovering directly over yours. The droplets falling from the upper lip of his hood landed on your face, momentarily distracting you as he leaned in even closer.

A sudden fit of coughing came out of nowhere, forcing you to clutch your chest. Perhaps it was his sudden proximity, causing your heart rate to speed up. The dreaded flower petals rose up into your throat, blocking your airway. You had no choice but to push Morax away.

Pain that you hadn't felt for decades pierced your chest as you turned your back to him, coughing up those dreaded flowers that had vehemently returned to torment you. It was a mistake coming out to meet him. Perhaps even with a few more decades, you still wouldn't be ready to face him. You foolishly began sprinting towards the entrance of your domain, determined to leave him behind in your desperation. If you couldn't stop coughing up the flowers, at least you'd be able to salvage some of your dignity by not letting him see you in this pathetic state.

You would've made it, if not for his hand catching your wrist and tugging you back around to face him. Petals were still rising up in your throat and you were helpless to stop them. Tears sprung into your eyes as the vines constricted your lungs, choking you from the inside. You struggled against his grip, incoherent pleas lodged in your mouth as the violet flowers overcrowded your airway.

Morax grabbed you by the shoulders and pinned you against one of the stone doors. His lips crashed into yours, guided by a sense of urgency that defied his own comprehension. The sight of you coughing, of the petals spilling from between your lips, this was all eerily reminiscent of that one particular disease. He had witnessed it claim the life of someone close to him once already. Riveting fear shot up his spine.

He couldn't afford to lose you to it too. His heart clenched in excruciating pain at the thought of holding your lifeless body in his arms. He hadn't searched tirelessly for all these years just to see you wither away. If this was the consequence of his actions, he should be the one to bear it, not you. He was the one who had complicated things, the one who had trouble putting things down, forgetting, staying away.

"I love you." He uttered against your lips, hands buried in your hair as he trapped your body against the stone door. "Please... I love you."

Morax kissed you with increasing fervor, possessed by something that transcended his own understanding. He had never kissed anyone, much less with this sort of intensity. The way his lips moved against yours was crude and unrestrained. He needed no guidance. It was simply an unleashing of raw emotion.

You tasted saltiness on your lips.

"Morax..." You gasped.

He finally pulled away, movements sluggish from the onslaught of emotions that had just battered his mind. His ragged breaths fanned over your face. A steady warmth bled through the damp fabric clinging to your trembling frame. His rigid body surrounded yours like amber encasing a flower.

"I love you." He repeated breathlessly.

You swallowed harshly. The flowers had disintegrated as soon as you heard those words, but your throat was still sore from all the coughing.

"I heard you the first time." You managed to say.

"I love you." Morax panted as he closed his eyes, letting his forehead fall against yours in exhaustion and relief.

"Is that all you can say now?" You laughed.

"Perhaps you should repeat it back to me. I deserve to hear it for all these years of searching for you, do I not?" He chuckled.

His arms still trapped you against the door of your domain. The protruding entryway created a shallow alcove that sheltered you against the pelting rain but left Morax exposed to the elements. His hood had fallen to his shoulders and he had not pulled it back up. The discomfort brought on by the rain soaking into his robes was the least of his concerns. You even found the sight of him drenched and in disarray comforting in a strange, indulgent way. Just moments ago, he had also seen you in your most vulnerable state.

"Petty." You crinkled your nose. "I love you."

There was no point denying it. The flowers had already confessed for you. He could see with his own eyes how hopelessly in love with him you were.

"How long had you been stricken with that curse?" He asked, his tone authoritative as if he were interrogating you.

"What do you mean how long?" You scowled. It was wasn't enough for this pompous bastard to know that you loved him. He also had to know how long you had been pining over him? "You're pushing it, Morax."

"Am I?" He raised a brow.

A smile spread over his lips as he raked his own memories for evidence of when his own feelings of fondness had emerged. He traced the side of your face with a wet fingertip.

"I have desired you for quite some time, my dear, although I may not have been fully aware of what that desire entailed."

Your cheeks burned at his choice of words. "Desire and love are two different things, Morax."

"I beg to differ." He leaned in again, lips ghosting over yours briefly. "Love may come in many forms, but there is only one sort that would compell me to kiss you."

"Fine." You turned your head, deliberately avoiding his lips. "But you probably don't even remember when we first met."

"You know very well that of all the things to accuse me of, forgetting should be the last."

You crossed your arms, an expectant look on your face.

"It was raining heavily that day, much like today." He began.

His gaze followed a raindrop that had slid along your jaw, falling from your chin and disappearing into your soaked clothes. Suddenly a strange expression rippled across his face, followed by a faint blush. He averted his eyes, looking anywhere but your chest.

"Perhaps you could use a change of dry clothes." He suggested after swallowing the sudden lump in this throat.

You looked down and realized what Morax was so flustered over. The doors opened behind you as you dragged him into your domain.

"We'll continue this conversation later." You muttered under your breath.

As soon as you closed the door to your bedchamber, you pressed your back against it. For the first time, the rapid beating of your heart did not come with the painful constriction of vines and the coughing up of flowers. The joy blooming in your chest filled you with hope. These newfound sensations were accompanied by exhilaration, weightlessness, and relief. It was sunlight finally peeking through the clouds after a long rainfall. Your love was no longer a burden but a sweet scent that you could now release without any shame or guilt. Your heart was now as transparent as the petals on those little violet bells, with no secrets to hide.

[utilitycaster]

A thought in my head I’d like your take on about Liliana (and the whole campaign). You’ve talked a lot about how this campaign is more streamlined/like a module, like Matt wanted to tell The Moon Story this campaign, and for many reasons the Hells seem to have less agency than previous parties. I’m curious if Imogen ever could’ve convinced Liliana to join them, like if Matt would’ve let it happen or he always wanted to let this moment happen. Like Imogen didn’t often get to roll persuasion? It was just a lot of trying and failing to convince her mom, whereas like in campaign 2 Essek, someone the characters didn’t even know was bad, they managed to convince him to “switch sides” without even trying. Idk just all the circular arguments with Liliana, like “I can fix him, I can steer him in a different direction, I can’t leave the children, I can’t help you��� it just feels like Matt was never going to let them bring Liliana over to their side

So this is a wild personal hunch but I honestly do not know if Matt realized initially that Imogen would try to persuade her mother. Like, I will admit to having a lot of D&D instincts that are very different than Laura's because I would have absolutely have gone for the assassination and Liliana would have possibly been out of the picture long before now, presumably (and to be clear, that would have had its own consequences! Ludinus probably would have gotten someone else to broadcast the Downfall information). I wouldn't be surprised if Matt was surprised that Imogen cared this much about someone who was consistently unhelpful and had abandoned her.

But more generally I think that Essek and Liliana are just different people. Essek did not believe in a specific cause and generally thought Ludinus sucked, but would at least provide some answers. I think by the time the Mighty Nein rolled around he was already having some regrets, even if they were largely self-interested at the time, and so being treated as just a normal guy was enough to start the process of shaking him out of it. He also was intended as an interesting recurring NPC, and the party adopted him for a number of reasons.

Liliana was already fully on Ludinus's side when the story started (though, again, aware enough to know Imogen should probably stay away) and was intended as an antagonist. It makes sense the party would cross paths fewer times with her than the Mighty Nein with Essek. There was no opportunity to hang out with her socially without the fact that she was fully in this cult hanging over everyone's head; we knew she was part of the Vanguard before we met her in person. I think it's more that like, the DC to pull her away was very high! She is either indoctrinated or genuinely of her own accord believes in the cause of the Vanguard. I think if Imogen had done a better job during the initial ritual things might have been different, but once she locked into the path I think it is reasonable DM-ing not to have her so easily swayed.

[dcdreamblog]

do you have any tidbits about the Red Bee? I heard he died decades ago but I also saw some people claiming that he showed up a few years back helping that Peacemaker guy

Depending on someone's level of familiarity his entire life is a fun tidbit but I will do my best.

(Art piece of The Red Bee that adorns one wall of the Superior City Historic Society) Richard "Rick" Raleigh would have appeared to anyone who knew him as the most stand up kind of guy that existed at that time. The assistant DA in the booming pacific port town of Superior City. His only major quirk was a fascination with bees but hey, everyone has to have a hobby right? No one knows for sure what caused his turn to crime fighting, as I've stated before it really was just something in the air during those days. If people like The Sandman and The Atom could do it, and make the jackals preying on vulnerable communities shiver, then anyone would with the right willpower.

His abilities were modest. A motorcycle, a "stinger gun" (which in reality was just a souped up BB pistol but sting it did indeed do) and his secret weapon. A trained bee named Michael. Those of you who do not know this story just balked at that. How does one train a bee? Don't bees live like, two months at best? I need you to look at me when I tell you a couple of things and then the best guess we have. I am NOT fucking with you. 1. That bee is still alive, and has recently reunited with Raleigh's time displaced sidekick. 84 years after Raleigh's debut. Michael sat, and waited until Ladybug returned to the honey farm where he was housed and upon her return instantly flew up to her acting with direct recognition of the young woman after 8 decades.

2. Michael is able to sting multiple times without any ill effects on his person. (Bee-son. You know what I mean) Our best guess? The bee has a metagene.

A random mutation in this seemingly random worker bee has given it, what is from its perspective superhuman abilities of intellect, longevity and invulnerability. It is a theory because under no circumstances are we ever going to get to find out unless for some god forsaken reason the two heirs to Raleigh's estate pass it off to science when and if it does finally die.

Perhaps the discovery OF Michael's abilities were of partial inspiration for Raleigh's career. Truly we may never know.

Raleigh himself died in a battle with Nazi war criminal Baron Blitzkrieg in 1944, distracting the Baron long enough for his teammates in the Freedom Fighters to free themselves and turn the tide of battle. His memorial rests in Raleigh Park, Superior City for those curious. Note that it is a somber place of respect, those who have gone in an attempt to trivialize or joke on Raleigh's legacy have found themselves suspiciously targeted by the park's many large bee hives. The local superstition is that Michael has made it clear to all his fellows in the thousands of following generations who made their undisturbed home possible. (The park was built and is now maintained by the Raleigh estate, currently in the name of Raleigh's grand niece Jenna Raleigh and the descendants of the Rivera family who owned the honey farm where Michael was born) To this day, in Superior City, is considered very bad luck to harm a bee. And the city's annual Pollination Parade is held on Raleigh's birthday in July.

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Ohhh, the Rocks / Edward D. Ace name idea is glorious, the reactions to that alone are great, Wani's would either be angsty or grumpy depending on which one is his father but imagine Whitebeard and/or the other Rocks pirates seeing that first wanted poster, regardless of which name is used, both gotta get a reaction out from them. Big Mom would definitely start hunting Ace down right away.

And I don't think Garp told Sengoku about Ace in canon, I imagine they had Roger's blood on file thanks to the execution or something and used that to check Ace's, I mean, they had to have some real confirmation because otherwise why dig up the rumor of Roger's heir and remind everyone of that clusterfuck? So they really had to be sure that they got the correct person.

I'm always craving angst, so I'm thinking about Rocks D. Ace now because I wonder if that would have changed Whitebeard's reaction to Ace. And oooh, Teach's reaction to Ace! Because all of them know that it's not possible for Ace to be Rock's son, the guy died many years ago. But could the marine have messed up, could Rocks' child have survived?

(It's of course possible that WB knows that the child survived.)

I can imagine that maybe WB is curious but apprehensive about him, but once he meets him he realizes that the fire that burns in Ace is not the same that he saw in Xebec or Xebec's child. And he might advice him not to use that name in public due to the heavy weight it carries (which Ace wouldn't have known. Maybe he artfully dodged any snail calls and letters his family tried to send him. Or maybe the marine even suppressed his chosen last name once Ace left the East Blue and got on people's radars.)

For a bit of WB angst I might also suggest that when Ace fesses up about who his real father is (and who raised him?) he also admits that he found WB's name as well and was contemplating using that. Because maybe for a while Crocodile had seen WB as his father figure? Maybe he had tried out the name? But there must have been a moment of "rejection" from WB so that he buried it again and was just "Crocodile" from then on out.

I just find the whole situation in Marineford a bit strange. It really paints Sengoku (and also Garp) in a bad light... which just clashed with their "eh, I'm retired, this doesn't matter to me anymore" attitude later on.......

Yes, maybe they did have his blood on hand to verify it... (Makes one wonder what they did with Roger's body. Was it "donated" to Vegapunk for research?)

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

The last reading you did on bts got me so nosy 👀👀👀 but could you do a reading on bts and cheating 👀? Like have they do it? Are they known to do that? Or maybe theyre the ones getting cheated on?

Hmm, interesting question, I am curious.

Jin-No, he got too much on his plate to do that, cheating is too much of a burden, he seems like a loyal partner.

Suga-Umm yeah, these cards give me he could be the type. I mean the two of wands and Knight of Swords, tells me all I need to know. A person who doesn't think before doing something and we got the sexual chemistry card here.

J-Hope- No, he is all about love and is a family man, so don't see it with these cards

RM-These cards give me it is a possibility. The 3 of swords, to me is a third-party situation card, also the KOS' is very detached and rational. I don't see a lot of emotional investment, so I can see him being prone to cheating with this energy.

Jimin-I am going with yes for him as well, you got the tower and 5 of wands, also why am I getting this explosive anger with him. I feel he has more been cheating on, not him per say, which honestly, I thought it would be more him lol Because the 4 of Swords in the spread, just gives me fuck love, he doesn't want to deal with it.

V-Umm yeah, he also needs to be careful about getting someone pregnant. Dude, birth control. I feel these cards are cautioning him here. I remember someone mentioning something about him and sex addictions, yeah, can see it in this spread. Like the Page of Swords card has a caution sign on it and the next card is the Empress, with a pregnant woman, that seems clear to me lol Also, the Queen of Wands, which gives me strong sexual energy.

Jungkook-Umm yes, the 7 of Swords with the 2 of cups can indicate he could step out in a loving relationship. Okay, getting something deeper here, but he may do this to sabotage a relationship when it gets too real for him. This could be due to his trauma or not being healed. All alleged.

Okay, this was interesting, thanks for this question lovely anon.

[gothamite-rambler]

Tim's and Konnor first kiss

Context: This is just my headcanon where Tim did date Konnor, it didn't work out and then later when he fully realized he was bisexual and reconnected with Bernard he started dating him. Because why pick on ship when you can have both and write ship script fics about it? Plus I do secretly headcanon Tim as being the opposite of Jason and he's great at dating and flirting even when he's being a nerd. Tim is the third Robin and has been questioning his sexuaility, but finds himself attracted to both genders and he has though Konnor was foine! Issue is while Konnor has been out of the closet for a few years, Tim isn't sure the superhero would want to be with him. So he shoots his shot, will he get that kiss?

Red Robin yawned as Konnor Kent discussed the plan to sneak into LexCorp. Though he usually managed three to four hours of sleep, sometimes exhaustion crept in. Still, he wasn't complaining—he was next to Konnor. The boy's effervescent energy always kept him focused.

Konnor (eagerly): If we go here, here, and here, we can drop down there and take them out. That way, we get everything squared away.

Robin glanced over the blueprints Konnor had drawn himself and nodded.

Robin (genuine): Good plan.

Konnor (surprised): That's it?

Robin (casually): Yeah. Were you expecting me to say something else?

Konnor (confused): You usually pick apart other plans, and by the end of it, the whole thing is changed. You do a good job at that—don’t get me wrong—but there’s nothing you want to fix on mine?

Robin chuckled, resting his arm on the table.

Robin (light-hearted): For others, I would, but yours has a lot of thought put into it, and you know Lex's buildings better than I do. It's a solid plan.

Konnor (smiling softly): I mean, I’m not just some dumb guy who can fly and is super strong. I have layers. Some people misunderstand that about me. I can be really good at planning, too. Thanks, Robin.

Tim (smiling): No one else is around, dude. You can call me Tim.

Konnor (perking up): Seriously? Cool! I felt weird saying "Robin" at times. "Tim Drake" is a more badass name.

Tim (smiling, sweet tone): Konnor isn't bad either.

Konnor (curious): Really? I always hated my name.

Tim (shrugging): You have a good name, regardless of the connotations it has. And I agree, you're not dumb—there are many great things about you.

Konnor (raising an eyebrow with a knowing smile): Tim, are you coming on to me?

Tim sat back, resting his arms behind his head.

Tim (coy tone): Maybe I am, maybe I'm not.

Konnor: Hm, all right. If I said you're attractive to me and I've been wanting to kiss you for months since coming out, what would your response be?

Tim chuckled, sitting up straight and scooching his chair closer to Konnor.

Tim: I'd say I've been feeling the same about you.

Konnor pouted, tapping his fingers on the table, contemplating whether this was Tim being truthful. He could hear the man's heartbeat slightly speeding up, but he wasn't sure if it was infatuation or deception.

Konnor (slightly dejected tone): I'm not going to lie, I'm worried this is a dumb trick you're pulling on me.

Tim tilted his head, his tired eyes reflecting confusion.

Tim: Hm? Why would you think that?

Konnor: Because you're straight, right? You were with Stephanie. Heck, I've even met your girlfriend before you got involved with Steph, and I'd rather not be your 'experiment.'

Konnor glanced at his blueprints, trying to concentrate on the mission rather than dwelling on the painful possibilities of "what if." However, he couldn’t help but notice Tim's expression shift from coy to anxious.

Tim (worry in his tone): No, no, no, you're not an experiment or anything like that. I'm not sure what I like because my brain isn't saying I only like women, but I don’t only like men. I—

Tim sighed, covering his eyes in embarrassment. Konnor turned in his chair to face his friend and took his hand gently.

Tim (softly): I met up with this old friend from high school, and after saving him as Robin and being with him… I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to be close to him like I was with a woman... but then he left. Then I noticed I felt that way for a while and when I see you, and I want that same thing. I still like women, but I… what am I?

Konnor chuckled, softly rubbing the top of Tim's hand.

Konnor (sympathetic tone): I went through something similar when I realized this when I came out. You might be bi, dear boy. Are… you okay?

Tim (sighing while keeping his head down): Yeah.

Konnor: Good, because you look like you've been holding that secret in for a long time. If I'm right, I don't want to assume anything. Sexuality is a weird spectrum, but I'm getting the feeling you aren't just straight or gay.

Tim (hesitantly): You're… right. It seems… It is... I mean... I am bisexual, I think.

Konnor smiled warmly.

Konnor: I'm here if you want to talk or… kiss. Both work.

Tim chuckled, taking his hand back to remove his eye mask.

Tim: I thought you didn't want that. I want to do that, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable; I really want to kiss you, but… I don’t know. God, I can't think of the right choice.

Konnor (softly): Since it's not a trick and you opened up to me, I feel more… reclined to let you have your first kiss with the perfect superhuman.

Tim smirked, trying to glare playfully at Konnor.

Tim: You know "inclined" is the right word, and that’s a bit of an ego trip… but no one else is here.

Konnor nodded, and Tim sighed, leaning in. Their lips met quickly at first, but Konnor pulled him back for a deeper kiss that left Tim stunned. His cheeks flushed a bright shade of crimson, his eyes widening in surprise as he momentarily froze. His arms stayed at his sides for a heartbeat, but as they parted for a breath, Tim kissed Konnor again, feeling the man's hand rest gently against his neck.

Tim placed his hand on Konnor’s hip, pulling him closer and taking in a shaky breath. As the initial shock wore off, warmth spread through him, instinctively leaning into the kiss and melting into the connection between them.

He kept kissing Konnor, feeling his heartbeat race as the seconds slipped by. Feeling Tim's steady breath against his lips sent tingles down Konnor's spine. He lightly gripped Tim's arm, drawing him closer, feeling the undeniable strength and warmth radiating off him. In that moment, nothing else mattered; the world around them faded into a blur.

Tim's lips were soft yet confident, as if he were exploring the depths of Konnor’s emotions with every lingering brush. Konnor tightened his fingers around Tim's arm, pulling him in even closer, as if trying to fuse their bodies together.

As they broke apart, Konnor's breath mingled with Tim's, both panting slightly from the rush of adrenaline. Tim looked at him with an expression that blended surprise and something deeper, almost tender.

Then Tim promptly fell forward, his eyes rolling back in his head. Konnor caught him, letting his friend rest on his chest to prevent him from sliding onto his lap.

Konnor (jokingly): Yeah, don't want anyone walking in if you landed on my legs. I didn't know my kiss was that powerful.

Tim (dazed): To be fair, you're the first man I've kissed.

Konnor (fist pumping): All right!

Tim sat up and sighed happily, then covered his eyes in embarrassment, shaking his head.

Tim: Does this get ea—s

Konnor (interrupting): I'm gonna stop you there. When I came out as bi, it felt like I left this confined space; it made sense. I felt free, but that's just the beginning. Dating is the difficult part, but we can talk about that after the mission. We can go to the KFC combination Taco Bell afterward.

Tim (laughing): Is that a date?

Konnor returned to reviewing his blueprints but kept a sly smile on his face as he glanced at Tim.

Konnor: It can be, but LexCorp first.

Tim nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. The realization that he was bisexual felt surreal but in a good way. Konnor was right; it felt freeing. While he still had a lot to learn about himself, it felt good to have an answer.

[fragileinthemaking]

hii, i hope youre doing well today and i was curious about some things about your ed (possible tw later?). I've been in your situation (somewhat, not to this extent) and am currently bul1mic with exercise as the form of purging/slowly healing idk. I wanted to know first of all how do you manage to burn more than 1k calories in a day because that is literally INSANE, I never thought that its possibls so I'm really really curious about your methods.

I also wanted to know your opinion on healing and the ed itself. Do you wish you never had one, do you hate counting c@ls, do you miss your life before the ed? Did it help you in any way (did you notice physical changes)? Are you experiencing any health problems because of it, are you dizzy or yellowish, have you ever fainted? Do you feel proud when skipping meals or anybody points out something ab the ed? Do you wish to heal but don't have the courage/will to, are you forced into healing, are you comfortable in the ed and want to continue and not start a healing process? How do you feel when you overeat or can't exercise the c@ls out? How do you feel about the future, do you wish to continue like so, do you wish to heal or neither of them?

I know it's A LOT of questions actually and I'm really sorry about it, I will explain now. When I was deep in my ed I never actually thought about it and what is going on with my life and I'm genuinely curious as to how it sounds and how my perspective was, I'm really trying not to offend you right now so please don't answer to anything if I'm offending you in any way!!

Hii I'm fine with any questions but damn that's alot (not in a negative way just alot of words and im bad at reading large groups of text)

First of all tw for ed stuff anyone that doesnt want to see this

with the burning 1k c4ls. my (almost) daily exercise typically burns around 500-700. secondly im a minor, im in school, pe is a legal requirement and that burns between 300-900 depending on what we do so combining those i can burn up to 1600 a day or if i do my normal stuff for twice as long that can also reach 1000 which i sometimes do on weekends when i have more time.

healing is something which if you want i highly encourage you get. i wish i had never gotten one, i wish i had never started counting c4ls, i wish i had spoken to someone before it got worse. i no longer feel like im able to get help and ive gotten myself to deep in the rabbit hole to get my mindset out so if you want help and its never to late then do it. get the help you need ill support you all the way.

i hate counting c4ls. i only eat in public when i have to and i always have to secretly look at the c4ls and hope nobody sees. ive written them on my hand afew times when theyre really random numbers and have been questioned about it so just had to lie to my friends which i hate doing. life before an ed fells like it would be so much more free and i would be more careless and do whatever i want without wondering how many c4ls in burning/gaining from that activity. if i could go back to when i started having an ed i absolutely would and change whatever i can to not end up like this.

the only physical symptom ive had is my stomach getting smaller but im waiting for the day my thighs / ass (idk what a more appropriate name would be) get smaller as they make me insecure. im not sure if its from having an ed but im almost always dizzy espescially when i stand up to fast. ive never fainted or been yellowed.

when i skip i dont feel proud more like im doing something correct and nobodys ever pointed out an ed but if they did i would deny it but secretly be proud someone noticed. i dont want to heal. i might have in the past but currently i have no plan to. i want to continue my ed without help. (my mindset is just 'if its a problem its your job to fix it' and i dont want to fix it). ive been put in counselling which has 6(i think) sessions left but if they think im really bad then i might be put in actual therapy. ive hinted about an ed with things like 'i often skip meals' and 'i just forget' or 'i dont have an appetite' and secretly hope they might catch on and get me help.

when i overeat or cant burn the c4ls i just feel sick and like im a failure. theres not really anything else i just feel bad and like i failed at having an ed. for the future my main goal is to reach my ugw and stay there getting lower if possible but not higher unless i really want help.

That was alot of questions but i feel like this is a place where i can talk about whatever(especially my ed) without anyone judging me or knowing who i am. im glad i could think about my ed on a deeper level other than just 'hmm weight be gone pls' so like thanks?? idk i hope i answered everything i might have missed a question. im always open to any question anyone has i just like talking to people and getting to know them.

[thefatesofspring]

It’s quite ironic that you’re talking about putting all the cards on the table when you’re the one doing the opposite of that…😩

So let’s look at what you’ve put & I’ll give the context which puts everything “on the table”.

“Tamlin heard Feyre vomitting & pretended to be asleep”

- So the likelihood of Tamlin “pretending” to be asleep is very UNLIKELY & he was HIGHLY LIKELY to have been in a trauma induced state of SLEEP PARALYSIS, we do not have a Tamlin POV so stated Feyre’s POV as if it’s fact about why Tamlin never woke can’t really be used.

“Tamlin locked Feyre inside the house even though he she didn’t want to”

- When this particular one gets brought up I always let out a long sigh because I’m entirely confused as to what you think he should have done in that moment, what other options did you think were available to Tamlin & Feyre in that moment. Feyre had repeatedly expressed after UTM that she could not be around blood & gore, could not be around violence, Feyre had told Ianthe that the sight of red made her feel as if she was back UTM seeing all that blood, hence why she was scared of being near Lucien because she admits Lucien’s natural hair colour reminds her of Amarantha, the red rose petals at the wedding reminded her of blood. Feyre then was not eating or sleeping properly & hadn’t fully adjusted to being in her new fae body so she was a liability to herself & others around her, Feyre told Tamlin to his face that she was going to follow him to a place of conflict, a place that had blood & gore & like I said bare in mind she had previously told Tamlin she could not handle the sight of any of that, she then proceeded to shut down any other compromises Tamlin gave her, Feyre still had free reign in where she wanted to go in The Spring Court the only issue was that she wanted to go where Tamlin & his sentries were going which was rife & highly active in danger, Tamlin had expressed to her he did not have enough sentries to keep her safe, him safe & themselves which tells you that Tamlin contemplated on it but ultimately decided not to let her come because there was too much of a possibility that she should would be kidnapped & taken back to Hybern which is why the conflict was happening there in the first place! Hybern wanted Feyre, he wanted to know how Feyre got the power of all 7 high lords & Tamlin told Feyre to her face that Hybern was tracking her through the use of her magic & Tamlin knew that whoever was left from Amarantha’s court were intending on going back to Hybern & Taking Feyre with them. When Tamlin said to Feyre she would need a personal guard she lost it & admitted to Tamlin that she didn’t care if those sentries lost their lives protecting her…again she’s this to Tamlin…a male who cares deeply for his people…imagine hearing that come from the mouth of the person you love that they don’t care about people that are now supposed to be Feyre’s people as well, that’s a giant slap in the face. Then we get to the moment just before Tamlin seals Feyre in where she tells him she’s going to follow him & his sentries right into the war zone regardless of what Tamlin says…Feyre could have gone anywhere in The Spring Court…literally ANYWHERE but she was trying to choose to go to the very place where she would likely be kidnapped or killed, she refused having her own personal guard so what other options did Tamlin have? He had to think quick in that moment, so I’m genuinely curious to know what options you thought would be available to both Tamlin & Feyre in that moment now knowing all of that?

“Tamlin simply ignored and let Feyre suffer everything she experienced at Amarantha’s hand”

- This is honestly such a weird statement to make tbh & I’m unsure if you’re referring to their time UTM or after or both…but regardless, let’s assume you’re referring to their time UTM & a bit after.

Tamlin had no choice in the matter. Tamlin risked the world for Feyre by sending her back home over the wall & when Feyre decided to come back that was all on her, everything that happened to her was on her & she knew or at least had some kind of inclination that this was not going to be easy, however when the trials begin neither Tamlin, Feyre, Rhysand or Lucien could predict them or how Feyre was going to be treated & I’d remind you that part of Feyre’s trauma from UTM was caused by her very own now mate, husband & father of her child, Rhysand was the one adding to Feyre’s suffering & regardless of how she views it now FEYRE SUFFERED AT THE HANDS OF RHYSAND TOO! How Feyre felt back then about Rhysand & the situation HE had her in & experiencing is just as important to how she feels about it now. The fact is both Lucien & Rhysand had told Feyre it was going to be nearly impossible for Tamlin to get near Feyre because of the heavy surveillance he was under, not just that but look at what Amarantha did to Clare Beddor when she assumed Clare was the one who loved Tamlin & Tamlin loved, thanks to both Rhysand & Feyre selling her & her family out, what did Amarantha do?? Oh yes…she tortured Clare for days on end, she had Clare’s entire family slaughtered over the wall & then their home burned down, Rhysand let Clare be tortured for days knowing full well that she wasn’t Feyre & then when Amarantha decided she had had enough of Clare she killed her & only then did Rhysand decide to take her pain away & guess who had to watch that whole thing happen??…TAMLIN. He had to watch Amarantha do that to a woman she thought was his love & you really think that when Feyre actually comes to claim Tamlin he’s going to put her in even more danger than she’s already in??…like what?! Then when they do finally get a moment together sure he could have told her he loved her & said something to her as to why he couldn’t express his love in front of Amarantha but he decided to show her instead & again I’ll remind you Tamlin was ONLY KISSING FEYRE, it was Feyre who was trying to have sex with Tamlin. During Feyre’s time UTM we only know what she’s going through we have no idea what she’s doing to Tamlin but I can guarantee you it was bad, likely worse than what she was doing to Rhysand & that itself was terrible, then before they’re free from UTM Tamlin watched Feyre be brutally killed (further adding to his own trauma) AFTER Feyre had just STABBED HIM IN THE HEART with the ashwood dagger & then she actually dies in his arms after HE kills Amarantha. Then they get home to The Spring Court & he doesn’t even get a chance to confront his own trauma & suffering let alone Feyre’s, why?? Because being a high lord unfortunately has to come first right now, getting his court stabilised & his people safe & protected had to come first, he wasn’t fortunate like Rhysand to walk back into a city untouched & un-ransacked by Amarantha & her goons. Feyre had said it was a mutual unspoken agreement for the both of them not to talk about what happened to the both of them UTM & then (if memory serves me correctly) the 1 or 2 times Tamlin actually did try to speak about UTM Feyre shut it down & changed the subject. Tamlin isn’t responsible for Feyre’s suffering, Feyre isn’t responsible for her suffering, it was a difficult & terrifying time for the both of them but you blaming one of them is ridiculous & ludicrous & it shows your lack of literacy, the fact that you can see & know that 2 people suffered but blame one & not the other, to victimise one & then villainise the other is insane. You have no problem seeing Rhysand as a victim but you can’t for Tamlin?? You can’t see how all 3 are victims to Amarantha & aren’t to blame for their suffering? You can’t understand that not everyone handles their trauma/PTSD/suffering the same way or “correctly”?? It’s the stans like you that ultimately are the worst of the fandom because of your own hypocrisy. You have canon text at your disposal & still you refuse to see this from a wider perspective…the illiteracy is yours.

Reasons why I still like Tamlin and prefer him over Rhysand and I always will, day I DON'T KNOW!

OMG I don't remember if I posted today 😅

Just in case:

- Tamlin asked Feyre to dance while he played the fiddle just for the girl's amusement.

- Rhysand forced Feyre to dance and drink until she threw up.

[flecks-of-stardust]

calling the astrophysicists and planetary scientists of rain world

hi i'm a little bit fucking nuts, but i'm curious about this and hopefully someone on tumblr has an answer for me. tl;dr: i got myself into trying to figure out whether it was possible (following our laws of physics; if you want to reinvent physics, be my guest) for a planet to have a significantly shorter period of daytime as compared to nighttime on average, so something like a day-night cycle where daytime is 12 earth hours, while nighttime is 1 earth week. it doesn't have to be that extreme though, at minimum i just want to figure out if it's possible to have an uneven day-night length.

the reason this is relevant to rain world is because i'm trying to work with this idea as a possible explanation for why hibernation is called 'hibernation,' since having a night time this long, due to a whole host of issues like temperature outside, would force any life to take shelter until daylight returned. obviously not everything about rain world can be made applicable to our laws of physics; we don't have anything resembling void fluid, and that's. probably a good thing, but it means anything void fluid related, we can't really predict in terms of planetary science, so i've mostly been ignoring that.

going to add a cut here because the longer this post goes the more unhinged it's going to be. but if you don't want to read the rest of this, proposal for you: planet rain world is actually a moon of a bigger planet.

that crack theory is something i settled on because based on what i've looked at so far, it doesn't seem possible for a normal planet to have such a staggered day-night cycle? not unless it's tidally locked with its sun, sort of like what mercury has going on in our solar system, but tidal locking with the sun is probably not a great thing for life in any capacity, so that's not what i'm going with. the concept here is that due to planet rain world being a moon of a bigger planet, there is a portion of time it spends completely behind the bigger planet, thereby being completely blocked from receiving sunlight. i don't know if this idea alone is even possible; our own moon doesn't seem to be blocked from receiving sunlight by being behind earth, but our moon is also tidally locked with earth and it's god damn gigantic for a moon, so i don't know if it's a good point of comparison. i haven't got around to looking at jupiter or saturn's moons yet, especially io, but i ran out of steam before i got to that point, so i don't think it's happening.

this obviously gets into a lot of problems. how big is planet rain world and how big would the planet it's orbiting be? where are both of them in their solar system? how many other planets are in the solar system? what's the orbital path of both planetary objects? their rotational velocity? orbital velocity? axial tilt? geoactivity? among probably other questions that i can't even think of right now. there's also the factor of planet rain world very obviously having a moon of its own, which is theoretically possible (hence why i brought up io earlier), but we haven't found any planets with submoons yet. what i did find said that submoons are very likely to have unstable orbits that will result in either the bigger planet adopting the moon, or the submoon spiraling into the moon and crashing into it, and both of these scenarios probably did not happen with planet rain world (or... not yet? up to you i guess). there's also other concerns regarding planet habitability, stuff related to climate and atmosphere and evolution and what have you, but i'm not going to keep going here. point is, there's a lot of complicating factors, ones that i don't know how to contend with. i'm not an astrophysicist or a planetary scientist, i'm a biologist that's way out of their depth. the furthest i got was this:

this doubles as an image description, but there's a lot going on in this. the orange quarter circle in the bottom left is the solar system's sun. the blurple circle in the middle is the big planet, and the partially black circles on an elliptical path around it is planet rain world. the orange parts on it are a marker of the sunlight exposure they're getting, while the blurple parts are where the big planet blocks sunlight from reaching planet rain world. (if you actually bother drawing lines on the left side of the orbit, you'll see that the point where planet rain world is starting to loop back around to the starting position but is still partially blocked by the big planet is not, in fact, actually blocked by the big planet. i... drew this in medibang.) so obviously the half of planet rain world that faces the sun is going to get sunlight, except when it's behind the big planet, wherein it'll get no sunlight. the white dots on them are a marker for a particular position on the planet, showing how it's spinning counterclockwise as it orbits the big planet. it also completes one full revolution in only half of its orbital path, so it takes approximately two full revolutions to get sunlight again. the yellow ellipses and the dark yellow dots on them represent the moons of planet rain world, orbiting it quickly clockwise.

i know i am making so, so many assumptions here and i don't even know if this works at all. but i'm way out of my depth here and i gave it my best shot. the elliptical orbits are just... i'm pretty sure a circular orbit wouldn't give me what i'm trying to go for regarding daylight length? that's really the main reason, and also just. single planet systems are more likely to have planetary bodies that orbit elliptically, from what i've read. but that's about all i know. if anyone else knows more than i do and is interested in taking up this theory themself, feel free, and let me know if you ever figure something out, i would love to know as well. otherwise... dunno. consider the crack theory. if you want.

also because it's space, i made a version with a dark background and stars:

[geodesick]

[ID: a drawing of pye from outer wilds, standing with her writing staff. she's wearing an orange nomai space suit without the helmet, and she has a light brown face with curly darker brown fur. end ID]

figuring out how i want to draw the nomai, so here's a pye since i am obsessed with her !!!