#it actually has a lot of water now that i think about it

[baurutruffle]

Let's go!

1. I'm a therian.

2. Crocodile, torn between Mugger crocodile and Siamese crocodile.

3. The most common shifts are mental and phantom shifts. My phantom shifts include tail, snout, the "horns" (which basically are ears), hands/feet, belly and the general flat shape when laying down on my belly. My mental shits often mean the urge to bask in the sun with my mouth open, do the death roll or make sounds like hissing or the like. Occasionally, I have the urge to turn around and snap or slide back into water, too. My oddest cameo shift? Wings. They make no sense but they're funny and feel nice.

4. I sometimes imagine my body to be a crocodile on two legs, interacting with other animals rather than humans. Sometimes, I'm just constantly tired and need to recharge by simply laying around or sitting in the sun. Sunlight is extremely important. Despite me being a mammal - a human - in this life, I sometimes feel like I depend on the warmth and the UV light of the sun more than anyone else. When I choose my meal, it gotta include good meat and veggies (yes, crocs eat veggies and fruits). While most women (and many men) see a sharp jawline as crucial for beauty, I like a slight double chin which I think might come from my crocodile self where we all have a kind of a double chin. A good trait of my body is the robust build. I'm not chunky or something but on a healthy side with small stubby hands which resemble my crocodile hands. And this makes me feel very comfy at times. Guess I had some luck there to look a bit crocodilian in my human body. c;

Though, what makes me feel weird at times are my boobies. They're... big. As a reptile, I often look down and think: "Wth, what's this? Oh, yea... right." Reptiles don't have such. The same goes with other things which I won't talk about here for the safety of the minors on this platform.

When someone's annoying the hell outta me, I have the urge to either retreat in a water body or chomp them or hiss at them. Usually, I'm very disciplined and can avoid following my urges in a social setting but sometimes a deep rumble leaves my throat either way.

Those are just a few slight insights. But I'll happily talk about more of my experiences in my everyday life, if you're interested.

5. I've been part of the community for over a decade. It should be 16 years soon. Over the years, I witnessed a lot. I really like the side where we all peacefully talk about our experiences and discuss about terms and the usage of those etc. The downside on the other hand looks way deeper. Gatekeeping, unwanted grilling, excluding young alterhumans, hate and more. After all, I think if we focus on the positive sides of the community, it's a fairly nice one. We should build up some more of the neutral, peaceful side. We're all sitting in the same boat - nonhumans living a human life and trying to make the best of it. Following the construct of self-care to not lose our minds in-between all these humans where a big part still sees us with despise and hatred. The community has its potential for the good and the bad.

6. Inclusion. I'm most euphoric to be able to say that I'm not alone and not mentally ill simply for identifying as something nonhuman. For believing in having been a crocodile in my past life and still carrying this part of me with me. I am a crocodile and that's completely valid. As a rational person (by law) who grew up not showing too many emotions and letting go of feelings and the like, I tried to find a reason for all these experiences and thought I was just mentally ill for seeing myself as a crocodile. I read plenty of books, went to a couple psychologists and tried to "treat" away this side of me. But the community took me back on the ground and helped me understand what was actually happening. Now I'm 29, have two jobs (social worker and firefighter), pay taxes and all these weird human things and I can still say I'm myself. I gained so much self-confidence and became more self-conscious over the years. I did have my downfalls in the community as well but it still caught me and helped me back up on my feet. Now I can say out proudly that I'm a crocodile. Thank you for that, dear alterhumans!

7. I experience species dysphoria a lot after all. While most four-legged mammals can simply walk on all fours and feel at ease doing so, it doesn't feel that right for me. I can't do this slumber walk and have a heavy tail being dragged over the ground. I can't eat like a crocodile with this weak human mouth and this weirdly shaped face. If a tooth is broken, it won't just fall out and grow back but has to be repaired and treated carefully afterwards. My boobies, which I mentioned above. I have no scales and can't swim like a crocodile. I don't have a third eyelid. My claws are weak and soft.

Many many things make me feel species dysphoria. Though, it's fine. I accept those feelings and do my best with that. I got to the nail manufacturer and let them make me grey relatively pointy nails. I have the possibility to get tattoos. I can swim and dive as a human just as fine. You name it.

8. Don't rush it! I made this mistake which left me in an identity crisis for 11 years! Let it go, live your life, embrace your existence. If you're like me, a journal can help as well. Keep track of your experiences. And don't compare yourself to others. You might not know what you are right now and it might take years to find out for sure but this is what you have in advance. You're able to learn so much about yourself and educate yourself more on many levels which those who know what they are since they can think don't most of the time. Take the part where you have to read about so many animals and dive into zoology so hard that you can consider yourself a little nerd (lovingly). Take the patience that you need. Or maybe learning about many facettes and their correlation to your nonhumanity. Of course, those who know their true self since the very beginning can learn about these as well but you still do it on an absolutely different level. Enjoy it! And if you need help, don't hesitate to ask for help.

9. I don't have any gear yet but would love to have some. Though, I wouldn't know what I could get. Maybe you have some ideas.

10. Theoretically, such experiences and self-portraying as animals or other nonhuman creatures takes us back to the first humans with the spiritual and religious side. We have evidence of humans from the Paleolithic time to self-portray as animals, that's been about 40,000 years ago. Zoologic art has been found that may represent the earliest known form of anthropomorphism. I like to see that as the beginning of nonhuman identities. And maybe humans were identifying as nonhuman even before that or at least have very special connections to animals which could be seen as otherhearted or even as an identity already. Several religions, thelogies and spiritual beliefs practice animal related rituals and the like way before civilization. I think we could root alterhumanity there already.

11. I don't tag individuals but let everyone decide for themselves, if they want to partake in such fun things or not. So, go ahead!

If you are a alterhuman, reblog and answer these questions!

(don't be afraid to write a lot, do what you want ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

5/ What do you think of the community?

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-six of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Don’t get my boy excited right now, babe, he just woke up. We need to take care of him before we can let him get too riled-up again,” Tim tells Bernard mildly as he reaches over to ruffle Kon’s hair, and Kon nearly chokes on the bite of mango bar in his mouth. Fucking Christ, this bastard. “Clean him up, brush his hair, make sure he’s eaten something and gotten enough water.” 

“I am literally eating right now,” Kon reminds him, his face burning again even as he can’t help holding very, very still for the stupid hair-ruffling. Tim rubs his thumb in behind his ear and his face less “burns” and more “incinerates”. He also doesn’t look at him or acknowledge that he’s spoken. 

“Maybe we should just get him a bath, actually,” Tim muses consideringly. “He did get a little dirty when we were playing before.” 

Okay, maybe Kon should’ve saved the word “incinerate” for another minute or two. His bad.

“Oh my god, Tim,” Bernard says with a helpless–and kinda strangled–laugh. Kon is impressed it’s only kinda, frankly, because he isn’t actually sure he remembers how talking works right now? Like, just as a thing? Like maybe he just won’t do that again for a little while, if–

“Color, pet?” Tim asks, rubbing his thumb in behind his ear again. 

Never mind. 

“Green,” Kon answers immediately, because Tim’s asking, and can’t help feeling just–fucking relieved, maybe, that Tim still trusts him to be good for–this. Him. Whichever. That Tim took his word on it when he said he still wanted to, like–scene and all. “Like I am in my full Emerald City era right now, Krypto, we are not in Kansas anymore.” 

Tim snorts out a surprised little laugh, but still doesn’t look at him. Kon kinda wants to do something that’ll give him a reason to, except then– 

“Though the bathroom probably isn’t big enough if he gets too riled-up during that, admittedly,” Tim says to Bernard like he didn’t even notice Kon saying anything himself, and Kon immediately just wants to suck his fucking dick about it. Like, he has been spending a lot of time thinking about sucking Tim’s dick this weekend, yeah, but he is really thinking about it right now. Like–just something about how it feels to be sitting here with stuff Tim gave him to eat and drink–brought him to eat and drink, even, and picked out for him ‘cuz they were his favorites–and Tim’s hand in his hair and Tim looking at and talking to Bernard, but not him. 

Because, like–why would Tim need to talk to his boy if he didn’t feel like it? Kon’s not going anywhere no matter how much attention he does or doesn’t get. He doesn’t even wanna do that when he’s straight, for fuck’s sake; he already wants to hang out with Tim all the goddamn time as it is. So like, right now he definitely isn’t going anywhere. 

At least not ‘til Tim tells him to. 

“Like big enough for all three of us or big enough to actually play in?” Bernard asks. “Because I dunno about you, babe, but I believe in that Bat-ingenuity of yours. And, like, possibly the TTK, depending on whether or not any towel racks or shower bars or sinks or whatever might need reinforced for a minute or two in there.” 

“Might be more the shower wall that needs reinforced, but fair,” Tim muses consideringly. He scrapes his thumbnail in a little closer under Kon’s ear–a little tighter–and Kon definitely, definitely wants to suck his dick about this. Wants to do something for him without having to worry about being enough, for once, because he already knows Tim’ll tell him exactly how to be “enough” for him, and even if he still isn’t . . . well. Bernard’ll fix it, if he isn’t. 

So that’s a totally normal-dude thing to think about his best friend and said best friend’s boyfriend who he’s just met, for sure. Definitely, definitely normal-dude thoughts. 

Kon is way less concerned than usual with what the “normal” thing to do would be, though.

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

*Breaks through window*

ALRIGHT so Sizeshifters right? We all know em we all love them! I mean who wouldn’t?!? They can be a giant or a tiny whenever you need them to be. BUT WAIT! What about the emotional ones? The ones whose shift based on their emotions? Yeah they’re classic too and we love them just as much. But what if there were other reasons that cause sizeshifters to shift?

Hear me out, a sizeshifter whose size fully depends on what they ate the other day. I don’t mean in the basic sense of if they ate a lot they big and if they ate a little they small, no no. I mean like some foods make them shrink and other foods make the grow. Like You just find them eating a whole bunch of nuts and they just go “nuts make me shrink and I’m trying to avoid going to work tomorrow cause I just don’t want to man” or they start chugging water cause “water it the only thing that balances my size to normal and if I’m not normal sized tomorrow I’m sooooo fucked” etc etc. They try to eat the things they have before cause they know how it effects them the next day, but everyday they are tempted to try that new restaurant but they really don’t want to roll the dice on their height the next day man.

Or what about a sizeshifter whose size is affected by weather? Sunny day? Oh nice normal height! Clouds start rolling in? Uh oh now they’re shrinking. Rain? They’re smaller! Thunderstorm?!? Whelp they’re hella small, and they’re hoping a tornado doesn’t form because that would be actually more terrifying than anything. Snow though? Oh look they get bigger? More snow?!? Even bigger! Full on blizzard?!? People start leaving their cold homes to hide in the now giant’s pockets cause they are way warmer and very spacious at this point. My dude probably has his heads in the clouds…literally!! People eventually just keep tabs on the shifter to see what the weather is like. Clouds forming ahead? Alright are they shrinking or growing cause then they’ll know if it’s rain or snow.

What about a sizeshifter whose size depends on the animal they last seen/interacted with. Yeah usually they’re human sized cause that’s the one they usually see but suddenly touching a dog? Boom now they the height of that dog. A spider decides to crawl onto their back? Boom! They got the same spider problem but now it’s way more serious. They go out to sea and get to touch a whale? Whelp looks like they’re swimming back to shore with a rope tethered to them just in case they bump into a smaller fish and they can’t fit on the boat at the moment.

We always go to emotion for sizeshifter who can’t control their ability and it’s a beautiful classic but just what if there were sizeshifter who had the same problem but just different reason? I think it’d be neat to have so many variations!

[obsessedwhyyes]

The Art of Not Admitting a Thing (1/2)

Summary: Something's going on between Gale and Astarion... you're sure of it. So naturally, you decide to investigate. Who knew that one simple question would reveal such a mess of longing, denial, and a master class in emotional avoidance?

Rating: T Word Count: 1177 Pairing: Astarion x Gale Content: First Person Gale POV, interview format, mutual pining, yearning, denial of feelings, character study, Gale is bad at feelings, fluff, a teensy bit of angst but not much!

A/N: So here we have my first ever Bloodweave! I am both exceedingly nervous, and very excited about it. I've had ideas in mind for Bloodweave for months, but actually writing these ideas and sending them off into the big, wide world has been a rather intimidating affair. But we're finally doing it! And what better way for me to dip my toe into Bloodweave waters than by being incredibly predictable and writing yet another first person fic?

Chapter 1: "What do you think of Astarion?"

What do I think of Astarion? Well, that's a rather loaded question, is it not? Not that I don't have an answer, of course. No, quite the opposite, actually. I have too many answers, all vying for precedence. Because, you see, Astarion is not the sort of person one can sum up in a single sentiment. He is… how shall I put this? He is an equation with variables that simply refuse to behave. Utterly unsolvable.

Come now, don't look at me like that.

It’s just that Astarion is - well, to put it plainly - a lot. A relentless force of nature wrapped in silk and a layer of his own smugness. He walks into a room and suddenly you're aware of him. No, not just aware - attuned. It's all deliberate, of course. All part of the performance.

Yet, somehow, despite knowing it's all a performance, I still find myself watching.

And it's not just his presence. He's also clever, which is, dare I say, the most irritating thing about him. Not just sharp-witted, but… strategic. He understands people, knows exactly where to sink his teeth. Not just the literal ones - though those certainly warrant consideration - but also the more subtle. A smile, a look, a well-placed word. He plays people like instruments, plucking their strings just so, and I… Well, I have spent a great deal of time telling myself that I, of all people, should be immune to such things.

Alas, I am not immune. 

Which, of course, presents something of a metaphysical conundrum. Feelings, after all, are best understood when dissected. Laid bare and examined like lines in an ancient tome. One does not simply experience something without questioning its nature, its source, its… implications. No, the wise approach - the rational approach - is to study it with the same rigour that one would apply to any magical phenomenon. To categorise it, to determine whether it is genuine or merely some arcane anomaly. A peculiar resonance of the heart, if you will.

And so, in pursuit of intellectual honesty, I find myself studying Astarion with perhaps more dedication than strictly necessary. Any lingering thoughts are purely academic, I assure you. Elminster once told me that understanding the world means understanding its people, and what is Astarion if not a mystery to be unravelled? The way he moves, the way he speaks, the way he wields his beauty like a blade.

… Yes, he is beautiful, but that is besides the point. The point is–

…

I've lost the point.

That's what he does to me, you know. He derails my thoughts. I'm speaking perfectly rationally one moment, and the next, I'm somewhere else entirely, wondering if that grace comes naturally to him. If, behind closed doors, he rehearses those cutting remarks, those honeyed words.

Of course, I’m hardly special in that regard. I’ve seen him turn those honeyed words on just about everyone. He gives people what they want with such artful sincerity that they can’t help but believe him. He doesn’t mean it - not truly. And I would be a fool to imagine I’m any different. The world is his stage, and he is quite the performer.

And yet…

There are things about him. Real things. Beneath those rakish charms. I see them sometimes, in the quiet moments, when he doesn't realise anyone's watching. A weariness. A wariness. He's always aware, it seems. Of every room he walks into, of every person in it, of where the exits are. I recognise that sort of awareness. It's the kind you learn when you have been made someone's pawn for too long. When you've spent years convincing yourself that you're the one holding the strings, only to realise the strings are wrapped around your throat.

It unsettles me.

Dare I say, it even hurts me.

Not that I would ever say so. I doubt he would ever want to hear it. I doubt he would believe it.

And, anyway, it's not as if–

Not as if what?

No, truly, what was I about to say? That it's not as if I care? That would be a lie. That it's not as if I think about him more than I should? That would be another.

Perhaps I should stop talking.

…

You know, there was a time where I thought myself above this sort of thing. I thought I understood love completely. How could I not? I had experienced love in its most divine form - quite literally, in fact. My devotion to Mystra is… was… something transcendent. Something cosmic. I thought that was all love could be. All it should be. That anything less would be settling for a pale imitation of true devotion.

But lately, I find myself wondering if perhaps I’ve been rather short-sighted about the whole thing. Mystra herself appears in many forms; adapts to what her followers need. Perhaps love is similar - not always a grand, cosmic force that reshapes reality, but something more… subtle? The way a person looks at you when they think you aren't watching. The way their voice changes when you say their name. The way they make you feel like you are something more than what you were before. 

But if I did feel something - hypothetically, of course - it would hardly matter. Because what could I possibly offer him? A man who’s spent centuries under the control of another, only to find himself finally tasting freedom… What could he possibly want with someone like me? A wizard with borrowed time, carrying within him a responsibility so great that I am expected - destined - to lay down my life for it?

I’ve seen the fire in his eyes when faced with that which threatens to cage him. That fierce, burning defiance - the look of a man who has faced centuries of servitude and vowed never to be chained again. And what would I be, if not another form of binding? Another tragedy waiting to unfold? No. No, I wouldn’t blame him if he wanted nothing to do with such complications.

And yet… sometimes, I wonder.

If things were different - if I were different… If my fate weren’t already destined to end in sacrifice, would he look at me differently?

If he did - and that’s a big “if” - would I be so willing to accept that fate? To willingly embrace my end, if it meant never knowing what this - what we - might have become?

I was so sure the answer was simple. But then he looks at me, and for just a moment, I feel something I thought was long beyond my grasp. A foolish, reckless thing. It makes me hesitate.

And hesitation, well… that’s dangerous, isn’t it?

But stranger things have happened.

… Perhaps I have rather a lot to think about.

But I believe I’ve taken up quite enough of your time with these philosophical meanderings. No doubt you have better things to do than listen to a wizard ramble about matters of the heart. Besides, I have some rather important reading waiting for me. Something about… well, anything other than this conversation, really.

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[murglor]

So, I want to point out that this is about @ly0nstea saying Mai, Azula, and Ty Lee were friends; you denied that; they identified the embrace and positive interaction in "Return to Omashu"; and you then wrote "Situationally she was miserable in Omashu, so the familiarity would’ve been relief for her. Beyond that, she at best just does what Azula tells her to do" and that "it's clear that [Mai's relationship with Azula] was half-hearted and one-sided at best." I disagree. In short, I think the relationship isn't one-sided because contrary to it being a creation of Ukano instructing Mai to cultivate that relationship, Mai has demonstrated she will happily disobey authority figures (Ukano and Azula alike), acts like she enjoys Azula's company more than anything else we see other than Zuko's company, is clearly seen as an individual by Azula more than anyone else in the show, and tells us (in Ashes) that being Azula's friend made her feel like she mattered. That last comment from Ashes could be because Azula's friendship gave Mai a position in society (which I gather is your interpretation), but she was already the only (later eldest) child of a high-ranking noble who was later made governor of a colony. It seems unlikely that whatever heightened social status is conferred by being informally Azula's friend and companion would make her feel like she "mattered" if her relationship to Ukano didn't. I think a much more natural reading is that Azula made Mai feel that she mattered by listening to her, appreciating her skills and sense of humor, entertaining her, and understanding Mai as a person in a way her parents (and the other people in her life) didn't. And that sounds a lot like a mutually beneficial, non-one-sided relationship ("friendship") to me.

"What the goal is in making Mai and Azula be really good buddies?"

Long Feng betrayed Azula (and Azula won), and nobody including Azula cares (or should care). Mai and Ty Lee "betrayed" Azula at Boiling Rock (and even though they were right to do so both morally and in terms of personal outcomes, I don't think betrayal is an inaccurate term). Azula responded by misplaying her hand with Ozai (when he's departing), having hallucinations, losing a fight to Zuko (arguably) and Katara (definitely) by attacking wildly without precision (abnormal for her) and without situational awareness (the grate/water), and completely melting down - which is to say, completely losing her fucking mind. The Boiling Rock betrayal has a major impact on Azula and her plotline. If it's just Ty Lee and Mai as minions who served Azula out of fear, the overreaction doesn't make sense. If it's two of only five or so people Azula allowed herself to love or care about (Ozai, Zuko, Mai, Ty Lee, Ursa though she'll deny it, maybe Iroh), all of whom but Ozai have now chosen somebody else over Azula (and Ozai rejects her), that breakdown makes a lot more sense. A real friendship/relationship between all three of the Dangerous Ladies (with actual love/affection both BY and FOR Azula, although not expressed in healthy ways) both explains and justifies the ending of Azula's arc - she breaks down and loses everything. Oh, and under this reading, Mai's line to her ("I love Zuko more than I fear you") is not about Azula miscalculating. We've never seen any evidence that Mai fears Azula. They're both speaking between the lines, and Mai knows that what Azula will really hear is that Mai loves Zuko more than she loves Azula, and that will hurt Azula. A lot.

The Boiling Rock is so much better if it's a real breakup of an important friendship circle, not just two minions giving notice. A competently written post-canon world is so much more interesting for stories about Azula, about Mai, and about Ty Lee if they had real emotional ties to one another, not just a legacy of power imbalance, self-interest submission by Mai and Ty Lee, and poor treatment / imposed fear by Azula.

Friendly reminder that Mai and Ty Lee both enjoyed Azula's company and considered her a good friend, and that Mai was far more willing and eager to join Azula at the start of season 2 than Ty Lee was

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

https://www.tumblr.com/zzbubblegumbitchzz/779199661988855808/idk-how-you-feel-but-i-think-quinn-can-be-a-full

Maybe not to the extreme degree of continuing dom/sub play in the public eye but he’s always been in control. Growing up? Oldest. Now? He’s the captain. The leader. Frequently referred to as the best dman in the league. He feeds off power and having it over his partner drives him crazy.

bro i rambled hard

no because agree. hard agree actually and a lot of people forget this or don’t know it, the sub has all the control and i mean that.

so with the whole in public thing, it’s very toned down. very soft dom outside in the world or around people. he knows his people can very obviously see the slightest bit of it but that’s it. Quinn did not consent to them seeing that, just like did not consent to seeing that. you know what i mean?

truthfully? it’s almost instant. i feel like Quinn’s the kinda guy to be open with his partner. he’s open, especially with this kind of thing. you’re open, willing, ready to explore that. so yeah, i think it starts slow and more or so in the bedroom.

when you’ve adjusted to him as a dominant sexually, maybe you just start auto doing things outside that bedroom.

you’re “quinny can you help me?” and he’s running in just to brush your hair or “quinny can you get me a soda?” and his immediate reaction “did you finish your water bottle?” and when you say no. “well that’s your answer. finish your water first.”

it’s kinda a switch that flips for you, damn he’s bossy but i like it. i don’t have to think? he does it for my own good? okay.

quinn sees that glimmer in your eye when he kinda corrects your behavior. makes himself a mental note to chat later, cause that’s exactly what he was hoping for.

he’s big into rules. there’s not that many tbh but they’re important, especially to him and especially while he’s gone. big into a sticker chart too, it’s an easy way for him to see what you’ve remembered and what you needed more direction with.

i think he’d be into collaring too, he’s the kinda guy who has multiple types. the public collar that’s more or less a necklace, the bedroom collar, and then the everyday around the house kinda collar. and he has no shame tugging any of them when he wants you to act right.

he has the look. ya know what i mean? i’m sorry i think he wants you kinda bratty sometimes, i think he likes brat taming. he very obviously loves when his girl is so good and listens. but sometimes when he gets home from a bad game, he just wants to take it out on you and his favorite way is when you get mouthy and he corrects that.

now in public? he’s quiet about it, he’ll grip your hand a little tighter or he’ll send you a quick text. just something easy, something unknowing to everyone else.

he hates repeating himself so it’s a one and done. he’s not a three strike you’re out kinda guy (except at the very beginning when you’re both adjusting)

idk man i go on and on about this

[godricgryffinsnore]

The Flame And The Frost ♡ : A Sirius Black Fan Fiction.

pairing : Sirius Black x slytherin!female!reader

summary : In a whirlwind of sharp words and fiery glares, a Slytherin and a Gryffindor find themselves locked in a battle of defiance and disdain. Their rivalry is the talk of the castle—icy stares clashing with cocky smirks, each encounter more maddening than the last. But when an unexpected confrontation ignites years of buried tension, the line between hatred and something far more dangerous begins to blur. In a tale of yearning, reckless passion, and reluctant vulnerability, two souls collide with all the force of a storm they never saw coming.

warnings : Slow-burn tension, Angry confession, Physical contact, Emotional vulnerability, Mentions of strained family relationships, Fluff and yearning. Please let me know if I missed any.

author's note : English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any grammatical errors or spelling errors. Re-blogging is completely fine with me, but please don't copy my work. I love you all. Enjoy <3. This is a drabble, i.e., an extremely short fan fiction.

Word Count : 1.2k

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banner : @roseschoices and @uzmacchiato

You were fourteen the first time Sirius Black got under your skin.

He had swaggered into the Great Hall with his shirt half untucked, hair windblown from the morning’s Quidditch practice, and a grin so obnoxiously self-assured it could kill on sight. You were seated at the far end of the Slytherin table, ignoring him as you always did, spooning porridge into your mouth with the grace of someone who absolutely did not have time for theatrics.

But then his voice rang out, cutting through the morning haze like a dagger wrapped in silk.

“Oi, Reg!” he had called over the sea of heads, eyes gleaming with mischief. His smirk widened when he spotted you beside his younger brother. “D’you reckon your ice queen friend has actual blood in her veins or just—what d’you lot call it—liquid poison?”

The Gryffindors had roared with laughter. Your spoon clattered sharply against the bowl.

You didn’t look at him. You didn’t dignify him with a response. But oh, you felt it.

That was the first rule of dealing with Sirius Black: Never give him what he wants.

But he wanted everything from you—especially the things you refused to give.

── .✦

By the time you were seventeen, you and Sirius had become Hogwarts’ most tragic comedy.

There wasn’t a soul in the castle who didn’t know about your rivalry. It was legendary—spoken about in dormitories and common rooms, dramatic reenactments performed by giggling second years. Sirius Black and the Ice Queen of Slytherin, locked in a perpetual battle of snark and scorn, each sharpening their words into daggers and aiming straight for the heart.

And it only seemed to fuel him.

The more you froze him out, the more he thawed into you. The more you glared, the wider he grinned. The colder you grew, the bolder he became.

In the corridors, he would drift into your path with a practiced nonchalance, as if you hadn’t both orchestrated the collision. His voice was always loud when he addressed you, rich with mockery, designed for spectators.

“Don’t look now, lads,” he’d croon to his friends, eyes glinting wickedly, “but I think our darling Slytherin just glanced at me. Must be a sign of the apocalypse.”

And the worst part? You were sure he did it just to see you scowl.

── .✦

You sat by the Black Lake one evening with Regulus, legs stretched out against the damp grass. The wind ruffled his hair in careless waves, and he kept his eyes on the water, sharp and glassy.

“Did he say something to you again?” Regulus asked quietly.

You didn’t need to ask who he was.

You scoffed, tossing a pebble into the lake. The water swallowed it without so much as a ripple.

“Same as always,” you muttered, wrapping your arms around your knees. “Thinks he’s charming. Thinks he’s funny.” You clenched your teeth. “He’s neither.”

Regulus hummed softly, gaze still fixed on the horizon. His voice was uncharacteristically wry.

“Funny,” he mused. “I could’ve sworn you were glaring daggers at him in Potions today like he’d personally ruined your life.”

You shot him a look.

“Because he’s insufferable,” you bit out. “Because he won’t stop with the grins and the winks and the—” You clenched your fists. “And the stupid, smug smirk he always has when he knows he’s annoying me.”

There was a long pause.

Then Regulus tilted his head, a slow, knowing smirk curling at his lips.

“...You like him.”

You turned to him, eyes narrowing into slits.

“I’m going to drown you in this lake.”

── .✦

That night, you found yourself in the Owlery.

You didn’t intend to find him there. You didn’t.

But there he was, leaning against the stone archway with his back to you, gazing out over the darkened grounds. His arms were braced against the ledge, his broad shoulders tense, and his hair was a mess, black waves tumbling over his collar with reckless abandon.

You should have turned around. You should have walked away. You didn’t.

“Following me, are we?”

His voice was low, rougher than usual. He didn’t even look over his shoulder.

You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning stiffly against the opposite wall.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you deadpanned.

He turned then, slow and deliberate, and you wished he hadn’t. The moonlight carved his features into something devastating—sharp cheekbones, dark eyes too wild for someone so young, lips slightly parted.

And then he smirked. And you wished you could slap it right off his face.

“Bit late for a stroll, isn’t it?” he mused, his voice maddeningly light. “You trying to add mysterious and brooding to your already extensive list of qualities? Because, honestly, it’s getting a bit much.”

Your fists clenched at your sides. You could practically feel the blood surging through your veins. You didn’t even like him, but Merlin, you wanted to throw him off the Astronomy Tower.

“Do you ever just—shut up?” you snapped, words spilling out like a curse. “Or is being an arrogant, self-absorbed prick just a full-time hobby?”

His lips twitched. The bastard was enjoying this.

“Full-time hobby,” he replied with mock thoughtfulness. “But, you know, it’s surprisingly rewarding.”

You glared daggers at him.

“Merlin, you’re—”

“—Annoying? Infuriating? A nuisance?” he supplied helpfully. “You’ve mentioned.”

And oh, that did it.

Before you knew it, you were marching straight toward him, finger pointed accusingly, your voice sharp and trembling with months—years—of pent-up frustration.

“You’re a bloody menace!” you burst out, eyes flashing. “You’re arrogant and loud and—and you never leave me alone! You smirk at me like it’s your life’s purpose and you wink at me just to be a prat and you—” You threw your hands into the air. “You make me absolutely—insane!”

His eyes glimmered. He was relishing every second of this.

“Oh, please,” he drawled, stepping into your space with infuriating ease, “don’t stop now. Tell me more.” His lips curved smugly. “You’re doing wonders for my ego.”

You shoved him. Hard. And he only grinned wider.

“You’re a nightmare, Sirius Black!” you seethed. “I swear to Merlin, I—”

“I love you!” he roared suddenly, voice hoarse and loud enough to shake the rafters.

You froze.

He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling with every furious exhale, hands clenched into fists at his sides. His eyes were wild and bright, his voice raw with frustration.

“Of course I bloody love you!” he snapped, throwing his arms into the air. “Why the hell else do you think I’ve been pestering you for years?!” His voice cracked. “Why do you think I can’t—” He raked his hands through his hair, eyes glinting. “I can’t even look at you without wanting to either kiss you or bloody throttle you!”

You stared at him, stunned and breathless, your heart battering violently against your ribs.

Then you grabbed him by the collar and crashed your lips against his.

It was a messy, furious kiss, all teeth and heat, your hands fisting into his robes as his arms tangled around your waist. His lips were hungry and unyielding, and you didn’t even realize you were smiling against his mouth until he was grinning right back.

When you finally broke apart, his forehead pressed against yours, his voice breathless and wild.

“Tell me you hate me,” he muttered against your lips, eyes glimmering.

You smirked faintly.

“You’re still insufferable, Black.”

But this time, when he grinned, you didn’t stop kissing him.

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Not eepy anymore so now you all get the ramble!

Actually, two seperate ideas because as often happens I made a normal hurt/comfort found family version and a dark SBI version.

Hurt/comfort found family idea first:

So in this version, SBI is part of the cool cyberpunk rebel group that works against the government. They're publicly branded as terrorists, obviously.

Phil approaches Techno first. He's actually a former pro at whatever sport Techno also got involved with, and used to enjoy a small amount of fame himself. Until he hit a certain age and got dropped like a brick.

This society is absolutely obsessed with youth, down to the high society shelling out millions for wonder cures that slow aging and cybertech body modifications. Phil didn't go along with any of that and pretty much fell out of favor the moment he hit 30 (something he's fine with since he was already secretly working against the system way before that).

But now they need somebody on the inside. And Techno would be a prime candidate. Phil pretends to approach him just as a former athlete with an interest in the new star player at first. Only after a while of bonding does he reveal his true intentions.

Techno is understandably a bit pissed off, but Phil explains that the majority of the population is completely brainwashed by the government and corporate overlords, he couldn't jeopardize the mission until he was certain Techno was safe.

Techno is still reluctant to join. He's been betrayed by basically everybody he's ever been friends with and doesn't trust easily. And while he hates the government, he wants to avoid getting the death penalty. But he's in big trouble either way - trouble Phil promises they can help with - so eventually he accepts.

Cue lots of SBI + Techno bonding, Techno whump, Techno eventually getting a hug, all that goodness. There's more to this idea, but I don't want to make the post too long.

So moving on to the Dark SBI version:

So the main difference here is that SBI are part of the evil corporations basically /j

Phil has a similar backstory, pro athlete of the same sport who fell out of being famous when he got 'too old'. Phil didn't care because he was already rich, and very smart about using his money to invest in ways that generated more revenue until he owned numerous brands and people, and is currently one of the richest people alive.

He also used his wealth to launch his son into celebrity status. I think it'd be funny if Wilbur doesn't even have any particular talents or skills in this AU. He's an influencer in the most bare meaning of the word, famous because he's handsome and rich. He posts selfies on social media with stolen faux tragic captions where he's drinking expensive water produced in climate-controlled pods built to perfectly mimic the mountain springs that used to exist back on earth. Tommy is gearing up for a similar future.

Phil's interest in Techno here is genuinely related to him being the underdog-turned-champion of the sport Phil used to play. Phil knows exactly how rigged the professional sports world is, so he's curious that Techno managed to make it somewhere by pure skill and endurance. He meets Techno, and thinks he's amusing. He also finds out about Techno's (financial) issues.

So Phil decides to buy the 'Technoblade' brand. He doesn't ask Techno about this. He just waves some money at Techno's shitty coach who got him into the competitive scene and BOOM, Techno belongs to Phil. Not literally, but in any way that matters.

Phil can dangle the proverbial carrot in front of Techno that one day he'll pay off his debt, but in the meantime, the costs just keep racking up, meaning there's no realistic way Techno will ever be rid of them. Phil starts off just being bored and wanting to make a profit by squeezing Techno's fame dry, but obviously SBI starts to care for him like a family member along the way.

They take good care of Techno. They have the means to do so.

They break the lease on Techno's crummy old apartment (he was so proud of being able to afford the rent now, it's on the 'nice' part of the city's underbelly) and buy him a fancy condo closer to them. They get him better clothes, he can't be a champion while looking like a mess. Phil uses the excuse of sports performance to set Techno's schedule down to the hour, including free time he'll have to spend with them, of course.

You know, for his own good and all.

Thinking about those kinds of gritty cyberpunk scifi AUs and the concept of Technoblade being forced to sell his life to pay a debt, with which I mean he sells his literal personhood to somebody else. Not his body, not even technically his freedom, but the more nebulous concept of the person he is.

[imerian]

My (very old) loscar brooch (?) that i just now made doodles for

More pictures under cut

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Something something trapped kid in a pipe at a home renovation and his older brother going in to save him Eddie and saving his sisters from their parents and Eddie reconstructing his life in the aftermath of Shannon…

[bexria]

bexstevie

strawberries and kiwi. got it. "anything else?" stevie asks with a nervous giggle, tilting his head to the side. if stevie knows now, he'll definitely avoid anything like this in the future if they keep in contact after this. "yeah, it's a nice place! i come here a lot, too." when he has the time at least-- or when he craves a smoothie. and that's pretty often, when he begins to think about it. stevie lets out a noise of surprise, interest sparking on his face. "i see! i've never been to canada." he comments, nodding his head as he takes in that information. "i don't either, but it's always exciting when i do!" there's a nice feeling of camaraderie. stevie recounts his time here, sticking his tongue out as he thinks about it. "three years soon?" sounds about right. "and you should! if you ever go to cali, i could give you a crash course. i've been all over the state." traveling is pretty cool. the difference in places always throw him off guard-- but he always learns something new. "i haven't traveled anywhere for a bit. just to the beaches in the summer here." he's wanted to go back to california for a bit-- for a number of reasons. "anywhere with a beach for me. is there like, a dream place? or do you just like-- getting away to other places?"

“chocolate” she adds. “also absolutely terrible, i don’t know what terrible thing i did in my past life to now be allergic to strawberries, kiwis and chocolate” she shakes her head “it often makes me sad, but luckily there’s a lot of other good things out there, so it’s not the end of the world” she shrugs, though, well, sometimes she does cry about her allergies and it feels like the end of the world. “if i had a job i would come more often” ria should really get a job… but she gets spoiled so much, did she really need a job?

“canada is amazing, i really miss the place, if you get the chance you should most definitely visit it!”. for a moment ria feels sad as she misses canada, luckily the presence of the other is enough to make sure the tears won’t start again, it’s more exciting to talk to a fellow foreigner than think about what she misses. “there’s so many states in the us i’d like to visit though… actually, just a bunch of countries i’d like to visit! hopefully i’ll get the chance some day” she shrugs.

“i just want to try different food” she responds “i can’t exactly eat a lot, but, i really enjoy trying new food. it’s like, i’ve tried pizza in korea and canada, but i’d still like to try pizza in italy, you get what i mean?”. “ah, are you a summer type? i like the beach, but i’m so sensitive to the cold water, it takes ages for me to finally get in the water”.

[isa-ah]

im watching a retrospective about Majora's Masks dungeon progression and realizing a little more every time he says "this game took a lot of very brave steps out to not be ocarina of time" that my disappointment with totk isn't out of place. I've been told "it's breath of the wild 2, why did you expect it to be different?" but like.. it's it's own game. why is it the exact same but with an arguably worse iteration of the story?

[hana-bobo-finch]

erm…..posting about an OC via a rushed shitpost was not on my 2025 bingo card!! 😂😂😂😂😂😂get it??? 😂😂😂because his name is bingo??(GETS SHOT)

these are all things he has done or has attempted to do so consider this the full intro post for that freak for now. he’s still too undercooked to fully introduce but damn I love him

[warriormoustache]

Got my first shrimp goby pair last week and this is my impression of them so far.

[firefl1ezz]

i just. hit s+ rank in splatoon and i never honestly thought this would happen?? am i cool now.. do i get to be a part of the s4? do i get to be watered down to my running joke all the time?

[sysig]

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