#let me know if you need the non drunk version

[christinekingston]

BEEP (Art)

21 - a long text

[ScienceTwin]: Fine, fuck it? I like you. Like a stipid amount fpr slmeone that s pnly known you fof a few montjs. Call it naive or desperate of I don't know. But you make md FEEL afain. For the firsr time since the divorde I actually wa t to BE with someone that idt just sex to fill s void. You make me laugh in a way that o ly my twin can, which is kind of a big deal because people thi k I'm a cold bitdh and it's ki d of true but I can't help it that's the say I am. You'fe also just incredigly swwet and FUN. So fucking fun: I can't imagine anyond elsw agreei g to ts my sidter's date, no quesrions asked. It made me so si haopy after. I couldn't stop thunkinf aboit it. Or you. Or the way you smell. Fuck you for smellung so gopd. Anyway; sorry, I'm acruly kinda drunk and ow I'm wven nife sad and payhetic as not only the womqn with one dided feelings bit also o e that has tqide now not been ae to rell yiu in a normal way. Wow I'm so fucked. Um. I dyid probably go tp bed now. Caerie's aski g shy I'm tuoing so much on my laptop and I know she'll freak out if she knew. Good nigjt. Or good mornkng?

[lipsent]

SHOW ME WHO YOU ARE .ᐟ ── PITFIGHTER VI. been wanting to do something like this for a while now omg. i keep thinking about @shouyuus’s work and i decided to make my own version, because … i have rotted for far too long over this woman and i cannot lose any more sleep.

TAGS . . . 18+ !!! , f.reader , meeting at the bar , drunk vi , but she sobers up as she fucks you , vi yearning for you .

+ @eveningatthemoviesnetwork @thehoneypotserver @pixelcafe-network <33 tysm guys

ᯓ ݁˖ PITFIGHTER VI probably spotted you across the bar she always crashes into after her bloodied wins. she’d definitely give you a look and continue to stare even when you catch her, her eyes darkened and her brows furrowed as if she’d met you before and that non-existent encounter held a gory weight.

˖ ✶ PITFIGHTER VI pushed past all the people dancing and flailing around just to get to you. some poor guy even tripped and fell on his ass just from her drunken shove alone—and seeing as she too were fighting ghosts to keep from swaying, it couldn’t have been that strong of a push. then again—this is vi, the pitfighter champion.

ᯓ ݁˖ PITFIGHTER VI somehow had the balls to let loose in front of you while you were trying to dance by yourself. you surprisingly didn’t mind despite how heavy her glances were, and it was almost telepathic how you both communicated wordlessly when you allowed her hands to rest on your waist.

˖ ✶ PITFIGHTER VI kisses like she didn’t wreak of cheap liquor, her tongue nearly pinning your own down from how aggressive she was with needing to feel you on her. chest to chest, she supported your back when she continued to push against you like she knew she had this horrible habit of greed, of needing everything from something as sweet as you in three seconds, physical limitations be damned.

ᯓ ݁˖ PITFIGHTER VI cursed herself when she grabbed your hand and led you back to her room, knowing exactly how disgusting and grimy her sweat-filled bed was and had of course decided she’d rather get a slap to the face for even thinking you’d ever lie down on that thing than not try at all. what do you take her for, a madwoman? with a girl like you, she would be if she didn’t take you somewhere when you gave her enthusiastic consent.

˖ ✶ PITFIGHTER VI seems like she’s begging to get lockjaw when her tongue swirls anxiously around your clit, every so often flicking upwards in that sweet spot she’d discovered made you squeal and arch your back. how you reached new heights in both your moans and your nerves when she very carefully slipped a finger in, her thumb replacing her tongue when she rose up again and let you taste yourself on her tongue without warning. you grabbed her shoulders as if you want to shove her away, and when she entertains the idea that you could in fact hold a candle to her strength, she just huffed and smiled before going, “you opened your mouth, princess. don’t tell me you didn’t like that.”

ᯓ ݁˖ PITFIGHTER VI finally gets to fucking you and holy shit she was waiting so painfully long for you—her first strokes of her clit against your own were rough from the very start, both of you soaking and bubbling from everything that had been happening tonight—except she held out on her own pleasure just so she could see you come undone on her tongue and fingers. She bucks her hips against you roughly and the initial contact is explosive—you both moan in unison, yours higher and shakier as if racing her to something. you fell limp right after that first stroke and she continued to hold your leg up against her, hips bucking at a frenzied pace like she could see your orgasm approaching quickly, stopping at nothing to claw and fight to bring it back down to earth and let it spill all over her.

˖ ✶ PITFIGHTER VI has a death grip on your thighs and your waist when you cum, making sure you don’t squirm away now as your clit and hers throb in an unspoken rhythm like they’ve done this before and have made their shapes match perfectly with where contact is made and rubbed and heightened. You’re certain there’ll be bruises where her thumbs dug into her skin, and you can see it on her face the way one corner of her lips turn up just because she managed not to dig her nails into your skin but oh fuck is it going to bruise. she doesn’t even seem to realize, she’s too drunk on your clit to think now.

ᯓ ݁˖ PITFIGHTER VI cums and you scream because she pushes her clit all the way up yours like she wants to take up all of you in a capacity physically and biologically impossible for either of you—but she pulls your leg and waist towards her anyway, screaming your name when she cums and she pants, letting her grip lax finally as half-mast black-smeared eyes drag up your body from one last lick of the view before she collapses next to you, both of you panting and taking in the liquor and sweat.

˖ ✶ PITFIGHTER VI found the strength in her to somehow get up and pass you her waterbottle. when you tried to sit up, you winced and she snapped her head back to you only to put the waterbottle aside and slide a leg under your knee, her left arm slipping under the curves and lumps of your back and its bones before lifting you like you were wind ready to slip away. “hey woah woah—i’ve got you,” she muttered and you swore stars circled your head at how incredibly gentle she sounded, as if someone else’s sweet, unused and unexercised voice made it into such a hard-trained throat and still managed to stay soft despite everything. her hand’s grip was tight but her arms were so stable you might as well have been lying on a rock or a bumpy wall.

ᯓ ݁˖ PITFIGHTER VI lent you her jacket when she offered to at least send you off to wherever you needed to be in the morning. you were about to shrug the jacket off when it was time to leave but she chuckled weakly as her hands weigh it down on your shoulders, keeping it there before going, “nah, return it to me when we see each other next time. i’ll be at the bar every night.”

˖ ✶ PITFIGHTER VI lost her mind even more than she already had when you didn’t return for the next three days. her punching bag broke from its chain, stuffing blasting in her face and she had to go through one hell of a hassel to get a new one. but all she thought of was you and so she was ending fights quicker, thinning her voice and reducing it to a coarse hair of a sound from all the screaming. even if she had wiped the spot where both of you came, she flipped her mattress the moment she found the stain.

ᯓ ݁˖ PITFIGHTER VI jacked off to you eventually, needing to forget you quickly but after cumming found that it just might be her end because she can’t forget how sweet you smell, the taste of you somehow still lingering even when a week or two has gone by and she’s weakened by the lack of your essence—not just from your clit but from the saccharine flowers that you managed to plant in her head and her chest with the memory of your smile, eyes narrowed like it was making room for such a pretty thing. she can’t breathe when she jacks off to you, remembering how your hips twitched into her at how good her clit felt against yours.

[thebeeper]

it's been a hot minute since i read the odyssey, so this list is non-exhaustive, but epic has made me very odysseybrained rn so here's some of my favourite pieces of odyssey lore that were changed/not included by jorge:

odysseus having his men plug their ears with beeswax while passing the sirens but not doing it himself because he was curious real bad, and instead opting to have his men tie his ass to the mast of the ship and ignore all his kicking and screaming so he could listen for fun and survive

that one fucking guy who got drunk as a skunk at circe's and ended up on her roof the night before the crew was set to depart for the underworld, and when he awoke hungover to see everyone leaving without him, forgot where he was and ran off the roof breaking his neck and killing himself. the crew noticed he was missing but didn't look for him, which made things presumably at least a little awkward when he was the first guy they met upon entering the underworld

ok i've seen some people criticize odysseus for cheating on penelope with circe and calypso which is already a dogshit take cause obviously consent wasn't being freely given in a literal hostage situation, but also i'd like to point out that if he was a serial cheater he would not have ignored nausicaä like that?? she wanted him so bad and his ass did NOT care (probably cause she didn't fucking kidnap him or use sex as a ransom for his friends, hm.......)

also i'm very tickled by the idea of him in some versions of the story being like "hey kid, you're sweet and all, but you're too young for me and i'm happily married...... you know who IS single and your age though??" and then he sets her up with his kid (if someone knows which tellings have the nausicaä and telemachus kissing content in them PLEASE let me know which ones. for research purposes)

this one's only tangentially related but i need to talk to someone about the loose movie adaptation where ulysses is a runaway prisoner in the 1930s american south who starts a band with his friends called the soggy bottom boys. what was all that about

[the-superoriginal]

A taste of the forbidden fruit

Summary: This should have been just a day like any other. But it ended with something you hadn't even dared to hope to actually happen.

Warning(s): dbf!bucky, short!female!reader, age gap (reader is in her early 20 and Bucky in his mid 30s), kissing, guess you can read it as a gender neutral! reader too?

A/N: I finally finished a/this WIP! Wuhu! (Please, imagine me to wipe the non-existenting sweat from my forehead now.) I am not really satisfied with it through, but I guess I can still publish a updated version one day.

PS: I am awful with writing summaries and titles.

English is not my native language!

You leaned back against the beige jeep of your Dad's best friend, the sun slowly setting after a long day and basking the sky in a mix of orange, lila und blue. "I'll bet 5 Dollar that she won't even remember this tomorrow.", you grinned slightly amused as Bucky came back out of your friend's house again. He had just brought her in like the gentleman he was, because Lucy had drunk just a bit too much. And considering your height difference and the fact she weighed a bit more you hadn't been able to bring her in. The man chuckled quietly, shaking his head a bit as he rounded his car, pointing at you for a moment while opening the driver's seat door. "Deal."

He may be a gentleman but he could have fun too.

Your grin widened as you seated yourself in the passenger seat again. Bucky following just a second later. His cologne hit you after the doors were closed and he started to drive. It tickled your nose, his scent a pleasing mix of the cologne and him — musky, old books and motor oil.

It wasn't the first time you noticed it and you were sure it wouldn't be the last. He was your father's best friend after all which inevitably meant that he was at least once a week in your parents house and also had physical contact with you occasionally.

"There we are.", Bucky mumbled as he opened the passenger door for you, helping you out with his larger hand wrapped around yours. You chuckled a bit, ignoring the warmth his touch sent through you. "You don't need to do that, you know that, yeah?"

He just smiled, revealing his laugh lines to you again as he closed the door behind you, letting go of your hand in the progress. He was beautiful and you screwed for catching yourself thinking it more and more recently. "I know. But I wanted to do it.", he simply said and you cursed internally for how it made your heart skip.

"You coming in too?", you asked while already making your way to the front door. You hoped he would. Just so you could spend a bit more time with him. Especially now where it were just you two. Without your parents or friends. Bucky chuckled lightly as you opened the door, his words soft. "Of course."

A few hours passed filled with laughter and shared stories. By now the sky was dark to make room for the moon and stars. "And then I spilled my coffee on him.", you ended your story with a chuckle. It wasn't embarrassing to you anymore. There had been enough time passed between the happening of the story and now. Bucky chuckled, his forearms resting on the kitchen isle were you two were seated since a while. "Well, that's one way to do it."

"It's a good way through. 'Cause it worked." He shook his head lightly in disbelief, still grinning while you took a sip from your hot cocoa. The liquid flowing down your throat pleasantly. His blue eyes catched yours as you set the cup on the isle and suddenly something shifted. His eyes held a glint that you hadn't seen before. They seemed lighter, sparkling in a way.

Bucky leaned a bit closer and you weren't sure if he even noticed it himself, his gaze dropping lower for a second and your heart skipped in ancipaction. There was clearly something unspoken lingering in the air, not able to be missed. A desire, longing. Yet there was also the unfiltered reality in the back of your mind, your inner voice arguing to lean back or away. To do anything to break this spell that lay over you two. Bucky was older than you and, the even more important part, he was your father's best friend.

But then his lips brushed yours. A barely there touch, so featherlight that yours eyes falled closed on their own accord, and the voice got quieter. He gave you the chance to pull away and simultaneously tested the waters. You gathered your courage and then you pressed your lips against his.

Bucky breathed quietly out and then he kissed you fully, his hands finding their way on your cheeks, holding your face delicately while your lips melted together in a gentle symphony full of longing and desire. You didn't know how long the kiss lasted, but when he parted your hands had a soft grip on his shirt. God, you have never been kissed like this before.

"We will figure this out.", he whispered quietly after moments were your inner voice had come back. His words were a promise that this wasn't just a fleeting thing. That they would be more. That he wanted more.

[girlreviews]

Review #146: Parallel Lines, Blondie

Man oh man oh man. I love Blondie so much. I found this record in the Windsor Oxfam. I don’t remember exactly how old I was, but I remember what boyfriend was with me so that puts me between 15 and 18. Yeah, same guy. I actually don’t remember if he ended up getting his hands on this record or not. I think I still have it. Will rifle through my collection later to check.

Blondie was in the “being cool” wilderness for some absolutely crazy reason at that point, and nobody really gave a shit about them anymore. When I was 17 or 18 they were playing the Reading Hexagon which is honestly still just such an unbelievable insult I’m still annoyed about it. I’ll circle back to that.

Parallel Lines epitomizes the complete and total coolness and badassery of Debbie Harry. I have never wanted to be someone more than I wanted to be her. So much confidence. Such incredible cheekbones. Such commitment to art. No apologies. The voice of an angel one moment and snarling whimsical warnings, like, hey you, don’t fuck with me, the next. Always standing in front of all of those completely non-descript nobody dudes. Yeah they’re playing the music, but who cares, who are they? It’s all her. She is Blondie.

Can I pick a favorite? It opens with Hanging on the Telephone, in which she is really threatening to rip the phone clean off the wall. It might be that one. But we’ve also got the classic One Way Or Another, which needs no comment, and one of my actual favorites of all time, Heart of Glass which never fails to fuck me up, but like, it’s a god damn disco track? Like sure, yeah, let’s boogie away our heart break. And I did. And I have. And I will. And these are all SINGLES. We aren’t even discussing the actual album tracks yet. Just listen to it. Honorable mention goes to Sunday Girl, which I always really loved. It’s cute and it’s kind of sweet in a very teenage girl kind of way that worked for me since I was in fact, a teenage girl. Also, not on the official album release, but there was a version of that track where the latter half was sung entirely in French and I always really dug it.

Okay so circling back to the Hexagon. This is a weird story and I’m still not sure how I feel about it, to this day. As I said, Blondie were playing a show at the Hexagon. I was absolutely obsessed with them, and Debbie Harry. I was also 17 or 18 and spent every penny I had on going to shows, but those pennies were pretty limited. I worked as a waitress at the pub that was two doors down from my house. It was full of characters. One such character was a regular, he was in his late 40s, was very wealthy, didn’t drive, was single, and spent literally every bit of his spare time in that pub. Think on that. He paid a lot of attention to the various young women that worked there. Was he creepy? No not exactly. But did it make you uncomfortable? Yes it did. Because you never knew when he might make it weird. Everyone liked him well enough. One day out of the blue this guy presented me with five tickets to the Blondie show. I didn’t know what in the hell to say or whether to accept them. Or what it meant. Whether there were expectations attached to them. Whether it was okay to take them. I was uncomfortable. I was 17.

Here’s what happened. My Mom, who sort of knew him too, since he was always there, decided it was fine, because she wanted to go. But for it to be okay, she decided he also had to come. So we went, he came, and a few friends too. The thing is though, she never knew him like I did. I saw him every day. I saw him with the other girls that worked at the pub. I saw him drunk off his ass. I don’t know that I ever would have taken the tickets. Or if I did, I’m not sure I ever would have invited him. I feel a bit queasy about it to this day. I think in the end something really off-base happened one night between him and someone on staff and he got barred. That was usually the way it went with regulars who were there that often.

The other thing to note is that Blondie ended because Debbie Harry was with Chris Stein, who was literally dying of some rare autoimmune disease throughout their last tour. There were other factors at play, but essentially, they broke up because he was too sick and she stayed at his side and became his full-time carer. When he was well, he left her. They are, remarkably, still close friends to this day and still perform together. Just never forget that men are dogs, and that Blondie is and always will be Debbie Harry. I love her. To this day she looks better than I do in a mini skirt and I love that for her.

ETA: I checked and in fact, I do not still have Parallel Lines in my record collection, but I am quite confident it got lost when I moved back to the US. Also, I’m not 100% certain that show was at the Reading Hexagon. I just know it was a shitty venue not worthy of Blondie. This was 18 years ago. You get the idea.

[fanficlolsblog]

DRUNK (NON SMUT VERSION)

back to my main masterlist

pairing: fem!reader x taylor swift

summary: you're drunk and your girlfriend, taylor wants to take you home, which you try to resist.

warnings: none.

a/n: this is a short imagine! i posted this on wattpad too if y’all want to follow me, it’s ’loversxoxoxo’ :)

The night is a blur of laughter and flashing lights. I'm leaning heavily against the bar, feeling the world tilt and spin with every movement. Taylor's by my side, her presence a calm anchor in the storm of my inebriation. She's been gently trying to persuade me to leave for what feels like hours.

"Come on, let's get you home," she says, her voice steady and soothing.

I shake my head, trying to focus on her through the fog. "I'm good! I don't need to go yet. You go home then!"

Taylor's eyes narrow slightly with concern, but she remains patient, ignoring what I said. "You've had a lot to drink, and it's late. I don't want you to be out of it like this."

I pull my arm away from her grip, swaying a bit as I do. "I'm fine! Really. I just... need a little more time."

Her face is a mask of unwavering determination. "No, you're not fine. And I'm not leaving you here like this."

I stumble, nearly knocking over a nearby chair. Taylor quickly steadies me, her hands firm but gentle. "Okay, that's it. We're going."

Before I can protest, she wraps an arm around my waist and starts guiding me towards the exit. I dig in my heels, trying to resist, but my coordination is failing me. I end up leaning heavily on her, my balance shot.

"L-Let me go! Let me go!" I mumble, though I'm clearly not managing well on my own.

She just shakes her head, a small smile of amusement and exasperation on her face. "You're not making it very far like this. Let me help."

Outside, the crisp night air is a sharp contrast to the warmth of the bar. Taylor hails a taxi, her calm demeanor never wavering. She helps me into the back seat, sliding in beside me. I try to settle, but the car's movement only makes my head spin more. Taylor's hand rests lightly on my knee, a reassuring presence amid the disorientation.

As the taxi rolls through the city, I grumble and complain, but Taylor remains steadfast, her eyes soft and understanding. "I know you're not thrilled about this, but I promise it's for the best. You're gonna thank me in the morning, darling."

I mutter something incoherent in response, my resistance slowly melting away as the night's fog lifts just a bit. Her gentle presence is starting to feel comforting, and I realize, in the midst of my stubbornness, that she's right. I'm not in any shape to be making decisions. I lay my head on her shoulder as I feel her soft hand glide up to my head as I feel her touch I start to feel my eyes drop.

When we finally reach our place, Taylor helps me out of the taxi and into the building. She's patient and supportive, guiding me every step of the way. Once we're inside, she helps me to the couch and makes sure I'm settled. She sits beside me, a steady hand brushing through my hair, as I finally begin to feel the safety of home.

I walk up towards our bed and hop under the covers. Turning towards my girlfriend I say, "thanks tay for looking out for me," I mumble, my voice slurred but sincere.

Taylor smiles, a mix of relief and affection in her eyes. "That's what I'm here for. Now get some rest." She sits beside me on the bed combing her hand through my hair.

I close my eyes, the night's confusion giving way to a more restful state, knowing that even in my stubbornness, I'm in good hands.

[madwomansapologist]

like a virgin, like a prayer | shan yu

Navigation | More Shan Yu | AO3

synopsis: It's been months since you had agreed upon being his lover, and weeks since you truly became it. Now all you can think is about how much you want Shan Yu. All the time, in every way. And so does he.

warnings: smut. consensual/non consensual voyeurim. strip tease. exhibitionism. public nudity. public/non public masturbation. loss of virginity. gentle sex. oral sex. blood. size kink. shan "i will make it fit" yu. praise kink. creampie. age gap. kidnapping. shan yu (i need to respect my wife) x reader (just fuck me already, please). yandere!shan yu. female!reader. in this house we hate the misogynist version of Shan Yu in Mulan (2020).

A bird of prey. That's what he truly is. More than a warrior, than a strategist: Shan Yu is a watcher. He analyzes, observes. And when he find a focal point, he don't let it be. Just like his falcone, it's on his nature to watch when no one knows they're being watched.

And you're the object of his desires and curiosities. You're the mistery he can't seem to unravel. Every little thing you do, from the way you look at people to the things you say when you're alone with yourself, facinastes him.

After all, that's how he meet you. Watching you when you thought you were alone. That's how he fell in love. Watching your soul echoing through the woods. Apparently what people say is true. Old habits die hard.

Shan Yu wanted to get drunk on every aspect of you. The way you walk like you don't have time to waste. How you do your hair on the mornings. Which clothes can steal your interest when you're walking on a village. How sometimes you will randomly look at this sky, breath in, and come back to your routine.

He likes to know who you're when there is no one else around. Your reaction to the book you're reading when you're alone bellow an ash tree, how silence seems to restore your energy, how you can be really mad over little, insignificant things. Shan Yu wants to see you with no filters.

It's not his fault that he wants you whole.

Even thought you're his prisoner — now you wholeheartly agreed to be his bride —, you're a free spirit. He can see that by the way nature works on you. Shan Yu can take you from others, if it was on him no one would ever deserve the privilege of your presence, but there is a limit for the things he can take from you. And he would never take swimming away from you.

After your classes for war strategic, his guards make sure that you won't be bothered by anyone feeling stupid enough to mess with what belong to Shan Yu. You can have your fun for how long you desires, the only thing he asks is for you to eat from time to time. So for a couple of hours, is just you and the freedom water gives you.

And him, of course.

Watching from afar. It's like you're a deity. Shan Yu is on his way to conquer China, but if you asked him to conquer the sea it would be yours. It already is. He will just make others surrender to you.

The thing is that now you're aware of him.

Maybe at the beginning you weren't, but now you're familiar enough with the weight of his careful gaze. You can feel it burning your skin. Instead of being the object of his gaze, you feel like the watcher. Shan Yu observes you, just as you observe him. You like to play a little game: you put yourself on his place, and imagine what he's thinking about.

When you take care of your skin and he is so quietly doing nothing on the other side of the room, you like to imagine Shan Yu is trying to learn what to do if you ever ask him to help you. When you choose new clothes and you feel his eyes lingering on you from other side of the path, you like to pretend he's picturing you on them. When you read and he's hidden into the woods, you imagine him taking notes of what book he should gift you next. And when you're on a lake, you want Shan Yu to imagine you naked again.

Just as when he first meet you.

You don't swim without your clothes anymore, and you do it to make sure that his imagination will work on your favor. You ain't sure why, but him imagining you is way more interesting than him seeing you. To picture him picturing you is your little, constant sin.

But you would prefer if he joined you.

You miss his touch. Don't matter how long it have been since you were next to him, you miss Shan Yu. You always want him close to you. And when you miss him, the memories of your first kiss comes to haunt you.

It was an trap, one that his army fell right into. Usually the Hun army travels to battle, but this time it happened inside the camp. Kids, old people, workers that have nothing to do with that war: everyone was in danger.

Shan Yu knows you can fight, you train with his army, but that doesn't mean he will let you go with him to any battle. The thing is that this time he couldn't control the situation.

You wandered towards him, a sword in your hand and courage on your chest, knowing that he was doing the same.

Shan Yu kicked a man's legs, breaking it. His sword cut his throat open, but a scream came to his ears. When he turned, Shan Yu saw your sword passing throught a open chest. With blood staining your face, you let the body fall and looked at Shan Yu. "You're hurt?"

Shan Yu marched towards you, the world burning behind him, and pulled you by your waist. He almost took you off the ground, you supported yourself on him, and brushed the blood on your face. When he kissed you, it was like there were only you two in the world.

You felt his.

And now you want to be his. In every way. You'll never think that way if Shan Yu was a man from your village. You'll never be respected if you layed with someone before wedding them, don't matter how much you love one another or how bad you need to do that. That would never, ever happen.

But he isn't a man from your village. You're not there anymore. And you don't want to wait any longer.

When the camp was set close to a region filled with thermal water, you had an idea. Ond that you were too eager to ignore. Too hungry to not consider.

The guards walk you to a certain point, warning you that when the ring beels you'll have ten minutes to get there before they went looking for you. Feeling his gaze burning your skin, you did the rest of the path.

First you took your shoes off. You touched the water, it was so warm. So perfect. You carefully held the hem of your dress, pulling it out slowly. Step by step you dive into the water. With water brushing against your collarbone, you sat facing where you knew he was.

That was your invitation for Shan Yu to join you.

So you waited.

And waited.

But nothing happened.

Frustrated, you imagine what else would made him get of his secret place and just do something already. You closed your eyes, bite your lips, and then you found a answer.

Shan Yu makes you feel shiny and new. Free, but also owned. In control, and also controled. Shan Yu makes you fell like you have nothing to hide. So you didn't.

You weren't sure if he could see your fingers from so far away, so you made sure to keep your face still. You wanted him to see every fraction of a different expression. As your fingers pressed against your clit, for a second you felt like your moans could echo throught the whole wood.

After you came, your body shaking from pleasure and adrenaline, you dive into the water. You felt suddenly so embarrassed. Embarrassed for liking it so much. Embarrassed for not being even a little bit ashamed of what you just done.

You set a trap for him. Now it's with Shan Yu.

At dinner, you finally saw him. In a tent with all his generals, even when discussing important matters you could sense his eyes lingering on your skin.

"How long will we stay here?" You took a sip from your glass. "In this village."

Shan Yu breathe in before answering you. "Three more days."

You pouted. "What a shame. I liked this place. The woods here are so calm. And so lonely."

Shan Yu suddenly stand up, not worrying about excusing himself. You said something to the generals and asked one of his adivisors to take care for the rest of the night. Shan Yu was faster than you, but you saw him heading towards your shared carriage.

"Hey," you closed and locked the door. Shan Yu stopped in the middle of the room, his hands pressing against his head. Behind him, you put your hands on Shan Yu's shoulders, massaging his skin. "You're feeling unwell?"

Shan Yu sighed. You could feel his determination melting into your touching. It was a key to make him act as you wanted. All he wants is to be loved by you, and if you show him this love... "If only you knew the things you do to me."

You bit your lips, controling the smirk. "Are you mad at me, my sun?" You practically purred.

Shan Yu turned to you, his long hands holding your face. You felt so safe. So perfectly fine around him. "No, my moon," Shan Yu kissed your forehead. You almost felt guilty by teasing him so bad. "Never at you."

"Then I don't understand," you put your hands on his. "Why are acting this way? Maybe I can help you."

Shan Yu touched your forehead with his, and you closed your eyes. His breath was warm against your skin. You kissed his thumb.

"Drink with me."

You didn't knew if Shan Yu was asking or demanding. Either way, you nodded. You sat on your shared bed, and watched him serve you both from his personal wine.

"You told once me about a bad experience with a matchmaker," Shan Yu opened the bottle. He gazed over you for a second, then went back to the wine. "That made me wonder."

"About what?"

Shan Yu may be a lot of things, but he isn't a coward. He didn't fear your answer or your reaction, he wanted to hear the truth. So he asked for it. "You we're promised to someone?"

That wasn't what you were expecting to hear. "Yes," you admitted. "When I got old enough, my parents made a deal with his. We didn't got married because he was called to serve the emperor."

Shan Yu sat in front of you, handing you a glass. You took a sip of it, and hated the taste. Shan Yu like his drinks strong, but you prefer them sweet.

He caressed your feet, resting close to his thights. "Have you laid down with him?"

You tried the wine again. It was horrible still, but at least it had alcohol in it anyway. "Not with him," his fingers brushed against your legs. "Not with anyone else."

Shan Yu squeezed your skin lightly. "It's my duty to honor you, my moon." There were a different fire on his eyes. Something almost palpable. "Just as it's my duty to satisfy you."

"What you mean by that?" You knew exatcly what he meant.

"You're so young. It's normal for you to have needs. Desires," his cold fingers made to the sensitive spot behind your knees. "For you to want more from me."

"Is that why you are so nervous?" You drank the rest of the wine and put the glass on the floor. "Because you want more from me?"

Don't matter what, your words keep on surprising Shan Yu. You will never stop to amaze him. "Yes, my moon."

"If you want it so bad," you smiled. "Then take it."

Holding your legs, Shan Yu pulled you closer. He carressed your face, his fingers so cold against your skin. When he kissed you, all your worries and fears just disappeared. It was impossible to feel anything but love and lust.

His kiss moved to your chin, your cheeks, your earlobe. When you flinched, you felt his smile against your skin. Shan Yu kissed your neck, your shoulders, your hands.

Looking at you, glaring deep into your soul, Shan Yu made something burn inside you. You looked away, so he held you by your chin.

"Don't do that," Shan Yu brushed his fingers against your lips. "Let me see you."

"I don't know what to do," you revealed.

"You don't need to anything." Shan Yu carressed your face. "Come here," he tapped his thights. "Let me take care of you."

You crawled towards him, sitting on his lap. You supported yourself on your knees, your hands on his chest, not wanting to put all your weight on him.

Shan Yu grabbed your waist and pulled you down. He came back to kissing you, this time his hands wandering throught your body. One found a home on your hair, the other squeezed your waist. You put your arms around him, letting he get deeper into your mouth.

Shan Yu pulled the string of your clothes, revealing your body once again for him. His fingers brushed against your collarbones, circled your tits, held your hips. "The gods must envy your beauty," he whispered into your mouth.

He laid you down on the mattress. You felt weighless. So small in comparison to him. His hands went down your spine, nails scretching your skin lightly, and grabbed both of your legs. He opened them, and you never felt so exposed before.

One thing was to undress for him. Other was for him to undress you.

"Breath in," you did as he said. Shan Yu kneeled between your legs, and it was almost impossible to think. "Breath out," once again you behaved.

As his face got near your sex, his breath made you close your legs. He hold them, opening you for him again. He warned you with his yellow eyes.

Shan Yu licked you slowly. You trembled bellow him. His nose brushed against your lips, and you bite your fingers. He was so calm, so patient. His licked your lips, sucked your clit, used his tongue to stimulate you whole.

When you whimpered, Shan Yu got eager. He pulled you by your hips, getting you even closer, and his hands went up to your breasts. You moaned his name, and for a second he almost lost control.

He bite your inner thights, and then licked it. Your breath was already a mess. His tongue wandered through your tummy, your chest, your breasts. Shan Yu grabbed your hand, taking it off your mouth.

"I will hear you," he demanded. "Don't hide yourself."

You held him by his forearm. "I want you," you moaned. "Please."

Shan Yu could've cum just by the look on your face. "It will hurt," he said. As if you didn't knew. "You don't need to."

He closed his eyes, trying to regain control over himself. To feel your taste on his tongue, your smell on his upper lip, the warmth of you bellow him. Shan Yu felt like a starving man being welcomed home with a full supper.

But you are no something he wants to consume. Shan Yu wants to devour you, to know every inch of your skin and all that things that make your body tremble. But Shan Yu don't want to take from you something he will never be able to give you back just because he wants to. He needs you, but you need to be the one chosing to do this.

"I'll stop," he moved away from you. You felt incomplete without his weight upon you. "I must stop."

You put your legs around his hips, locking him with you. "Make me feel yours," you purred. Don't matter what you sounded like: were the one demanding now. You stroked his forearms, trying your best to find the words you need. "I'm starving. Don't go."

You had seem him shirtless before. At training, after a battle when blood stained his body, when he went to sleep. But to see him whole... that made you lick your lips.

He was big. So big. You almost regret ever doing that. But his cock also made you salivate, so you pretend that you weren't scared. You wanted him inside you. You wanted Shan Yu to make you whole.

Even if it hurts.

Shan Yu slid his cock on your lips, and you felt yourself getting wetter. So warm. It twitched against you. When he started to enter you, you closed your eyes. This time Shan Yu let it pass.

It burned. Your insides ache, and it's been just the beginning. He was so thick. After a few seconds without moving, Shan Yu tried again.

This time you whimpered. "Fuck," you cried. "Wait, I..."

"As you... wish," Shan Yu moaned against your neck. You were so tight. So warm. You would be the end of him. "Stop squirming."

"I'm sorry," you cried. You tried to move away from him, but Shan Yu held you in place. "I hurted you?"

He groaned. "No, my moon," he whispered. Shan Yu strucked the skin of your hips, trying to calm you down. He could already smell the blood. "Far from it."

You held his hands, trying to not get lost on your mind. "I don't think it will fit," you whimpered. "It's too big."

You really were trying to made him go crazy, weren't you? "I will make it fit."

After a few seconds, you nodded. Slowly, Shan Yu did as he said. He made it fit. And by doing that, he reached a point that even through all that pain made you roll your eyes. You tried to forget about that burning pain and focus on his cock pressing against that sweet point.

When his fingers brushed against your clit, you held him closer. Your nails digged into his back, and your teeths into his shoulders. Shan Yu didn't care about the pain. All he did was to hold your head as he moved slowly.

"I think I..." You couldn't do anything but to feel, and you felt so much. You were drooling. "Fuck, Shan Yu..."

"You were made for me," Shan Yu whispered into your ears. "Made for me to love, for me to fuck you."

Not a word he said made to your brain. You couldn't hear him. You couldn't do anything but to feel tortured by how he kept on hitting that spot again and again. If you cry, it won't because of the pain.

When you trembled, it was like you died for a second. The pleasure hit you in waves so much stronger than you. Maybe you cried his name. Maybe you screamed it. Maybe you bit your lips until they bleed. You don't know. All you know is that it was so good.

With you shaking bellow him, Shan Yu came inside you. He groaned like an animal, and maybe at that moment he really were one.

"I think I drooled all over you," you chuckled as you cleaned his shoulders with your hand.

Shan Yu held your hands and kissed them, looking deep into your eyes. "What do you need?"

"A bath," you carressed his lips.

Shan Yu watched as his cum covered your lips. Your used cunt glowed. Such a pretty sight.

He took you into his arms, your legs around his hips, and lift you from bed. You giggled, once again feeling so weighless around him.

"Then I shall bath you," he said softly.

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[crimeronan]

In titan P!Luz AU, in the scenario that Amity, Hunter, and Lilith do manage to escape to the Owl House (pRolOng ThEiR GriEf yyeeeSS >:)), how would Eda even deal with this? She’d understand how serious the situation is, but let’s say Luz does come back RIGHT in the middle of the Owl House, now looks like a humanoid version of King, and Hunter won’t let go of her while she’s like I need to go kill Belos RIGHT NOW.

i just showered and spent the entire time still thinking about this timeline because i love SO MUCH that it's like. a hunter extended grief spiral to match luz's over in the worst timeline. WHEEEE BE MISERABLE ABOUT EACH OTHER !! YAYYY

so.

antics in the owl house.

lilith is transparently coming apart at the seams, given that she's just lost her status AND any chance to heal eda's curse. amity is responding to this by scrabbling even harder for any bit of control she can get, which typically involves yelling at hunter and/or lashing out at hooty with her abomination magic.

and hunter is.... well. hunter.

so. eda is like well. we're all gonna kill each other eventually!! ah well. the world's gone to hell. this might as well happen . I Fucking Guess

at first hunter responds very similarly to the way he does in ftf -- after amity refuses to let him go martyr himself, he THROWS himself into making plans to attack belos. however even with all his castle knowledge and belos knowledge and wild magic knowledge, it's Pretty Fucking Difficult to assassinate the emperor. particularly when you are Public Enemy Number One.

after frustrating himself about a dozen times in a row, hunter starts digging through all of eda's books on wild magic and deeply illegal dark magic and other bullshit. eda assumes it's for more emperor-killing business, until hunter comes to her all like

hunter: owl lady.

eda: ....yes??

hunter: you know things about curses, don't you??

eda: well. some. obviously. you want to curse the emperor?

hunter: no, not that. it probably wouldn't take. i want you to curse me.

lilith, who was previously pacing around the kitchen, zipping into the room: hello. What.

hunter: there are Apparently curses that can take away a person's emotions. that'll make it easier to work without distractions. let's be practical about this

eda: ....those curses aren't a painkiller, kid. you wouldn't be able to feel anything positive, either. that's not the kind of life you want to give yourself

hunter: i don't Need positive feelings to get this done. i'll be able to remember my pre-curse priorities without any feelings getting in the way. as far as i'm concerned there's nothing but upsides!

lilith: cursing someone isn't something to undertake lightly-

hunter: wow! there is literally no one else on this island whose opinion i care about less than yours. anyway. eda, are you going to help me or not.

eda: ....not when you just lost someone, i'm not.

hunter, voice breaking: no, wait, please. Please. listen to me. i need to stop thinking about her. i'll do anything. i'm open to other solutions, i just - please.

eda: well, i'm not using a cursed solution to your emotional problems. that's a non-starter. i CAN get you really drunk, though. do you want to get Really, Really Drunk??

lilith: EDALYN-

eda: WHAT. it's not like drinking can make him feel WORSE.

hunter: actually. yeah. yeah that sounds great. probably the most useful thing short of a coma right now, so.

amity, muddy and covered in goop, coming in from where she's been outside wrestling hooty for like the tenth time today: if hunter is getting drunk, i would Also like to be drunk. just so everyone knows.

lilith: .....titan help me. fine. Fine. pour me a glass too. it's not as though anything matters anymore!!!! haHA!!!!

[respectthepetty]

I have to confess that I don’t usually pay attention to the colours when I am watching any series. But I thought that it was interesting that while Ai Di was wearing Little Red Riding Hood’s costume Chen Yi was in a gray top and also otherwise was somehow very ‘wolfish’ with teeth-baring smile. He looked like he was ready to devour poor Ai Di.

ANON! You opened a flood gate!

Fun-ish Fact - In Taiwan where Kiseki: Dear to Me comes from, there was a group within the feminist movement in the 80s and 90s called the Little Red Riding Hoods. Their purpose was to call out the "wolves" and bring awareness to sexual harassment. There are several other academic reads on this subject but most are behind paywalls (boo!).

The story of "Little Red Riding Hood" is very symbolic of sexual development and aggression plus a ton of other stuff, so whenever Little Red Riding Hood pops up somewhere, I think "this is the work of a feminist!"

So I was THRILLED when I saw Eddie was our sinful yet sexually maturing protagonist while Bai Zong Yi played the dangerous and transformative antagonist.

Many people's qualms with the couples is the age difference since it's anywhere from five to eight years difference (17 vs. 22?) which would paint Fan Ze Rui as the predator, yet Bai Zong Yi was the one who confessed his feelings first and initiated the intimacy between them.

Then, like you mentioned, there is Eddie, in his bright passionate red running back to Chen Yi who must rescue him from the gang of men trying to hold him back.

But let's rewind! Eddie made fun of Chen Yi for being a virgin and unable to confess his feelings to his boss

but Chen Yi haphazardly responded if Eddie was possible of teaching him . . .

Then quickly dismissed the notion since Eddie is "too young to know it"

This pissed off Eddie, so he hit at the true heart of this discussion - Chen Yi's sexual prowess.

And that caused Chen Yi, who was too drunk to stand on his own let alone walk, to jump up and attack Eddie.

And it escalated in Chen Yi sexually assaulting Eddie (non-consensual kisses are a form of sexual assault)

Eddie fought back and ran away, leaving Chen Yi without any notice of where he was going or how long he would be gone, yet Eddie runs back to Chen Yi only to have to be rescued by him.

And Chen Yi smiled about it.

In earlier tellings of "Little Red Riding Hood" before the Grimm Brothers' version, she rescued herself from the wolf. There was no hunter. So in a story that represents the dangers of sexually awakening and desire, having the lead save herself from the sexual predator is pretty powerful especially because it requires her to face her assaulter.

Chen Yi isn't a horrible person, but if we apply the wolf character to him, the wolf attacked as a form of sexual dominance. Red Riding Hood is in the unknown forest, but the wolf knows the exact layout. The dark scary (sexual) unknown is his territory, so Chen Yi needed to prove to Eddie he wasn't impotent. He normally doesn't prey on Eddie who is younger and, if his questioning was intentional, is also sexually inexperienced. In fact, he rescues Eddie, several times. And he prefers Eddie to not appear as someone who needs rescuing.

Yet Eddie is the one who suggests to Chen Yi to be a predator. Interestingly enough, in a similar color scheme, Eddie in red tells Chen Yi in darker blue, to knock their boss/father out and take him (assault him).

Eddie goes a step further noting that Chen Yi is too weak (double speak for impotent) to knock him out; therefore, he will have to prey on him when he is older and weaker because only then will Chen Yi will be stronger (experienced), which is the reason the wolf eats the grandma first since she won't fight back.

To which Chen Yi responds by telling Eddie to "grow up"

All of this rambling is simply to say that out of all the fairy tales to incorporate within the show, the one about maturity, sexual acts, and consent was the one used, especially when Eddie willingly volunteered to be Little Red Riding Hood who must grow up, deal with his conflicting sexual autonomy, and understand responsible ways to act on his desires.

Because suggesting Chen Yi attack someone deemed weaker did not work out well for either of them.

[wooahaes]

cuddle bug

pairing: non-idol!hoshi x gn!reader

prompt: #13 from the prompts list with our babie hoshi please :’)” - anon [from these prompts]

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: just fluff and skinship (+ the usual no proofreading & intentional lowercase). talks of marriage, too.

daisy’s notes: men i want to gentle hold. men i want to squish the cheeks of and give kisses to. mr tiger’s gaze can i get one date pls-

sometimes you swore your boyfriend lived to cling to you in some way at all times.

the two of you were out together for any reason? soonyoung would come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, even for a minute. you were sitting on the couch, watching tv? soonyoung would start at one end of the couch and eventually end up either in your arms or holding you securely against his chest. you were going to bed? soonyoung was there, arms open and ready to cuddle. you’d been talking about it to jihoon once, very early on into your relationship with soonyoung, who told you to just tell him to back off if you didn’t want him to cozy up to you so much.

which was the absolute opposite of what you wanted. it wasn’t so much you lamenting it as much as you were stating a fact. soonyoung, basically, was a cuddle bug... and so were you, to be honest. if he’d stop clinging to you for five minutes, he’d have figured it out through you holding onto his arm or hugging him or snuggling closer to him. it just so happened that soonyoung was the one who initiated skinship.

you’d been in the middle of cooking dinner when soonyoung came home. he’d called out to you that he was back, disappeared into your shared bedroom to change into something cozier, and immediately returned to settle into you as he watched you cook. his arms always made you feel safer, even in your own home. you relaxed a little against him, and he snuggled in, planting innocent kisses against your neck.

“baby?”

you hummed in acknowledgement.

“i love you.”

soonyoung told you sappy “i love you”s all the time. but this one felt... a little more weighted. a quieter, but distinct, version of the phrase he mumbled against your skin in the shower before a busy morning, or into a kiss with you at night before sleep settled in. he planted another kiss against your neck, still as innocent as can be, not wanting to distract you too heavily from what you were doing.

so you merely smiled. “i know,” you said, a teasing lift to your voice making him whine in response.

“you have to say it back,” he said, squeezing you a little tighter. “baby... i love you.”

when you cracked up into giggles, he did, too. “i know.”

another playful whine, intercut with his own giggles. “baby!” he squeezed you again, just for a second, “ah, you’re so mean to me today... i was thinking about coming home to you on the bus ride here. i was going to say ‘i love you’ and you’d say it back and then i was going to ask you things...”

“what kind of things, soonie?”

he smiled against your skin. “i don’t need to ask anymore. i know,” he said, hugging you tighter. “i wanna marry you.”

ah. that one drunk confession was coming back to haunt you. at a year and a half into your relationship, you’d cried on soonyoung, talking about how in love with him you were. he’d actually recorded it to show you later, and you had straight up sobbed about how you loved him and how you wanted to marry him so that you could show off your cute husband, but that if he didn’t to get married, you were okay with that, too. you’d babbled the phrase “i wanna marry you” over and over until he laughed, cutting off the video there and turning his attention to taking care of you. when he asked you later, you’d confirmed that you were telling the truth then.

“you’re so mean,” you hummed, “i was drunk--”

“no, no. i mean it,” he said, snuggling in. “not right now, but.. i wanna marry you, too. i just...” he let out this long, blissful sigh as he swayed with you a little. “i love you.”

you turned, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. you’d kiss him properly later, when you were done cooking, but this would do for now. “i love you, too, soonyoung.”

and he settled in again, eyes fluttering shut, and you could feel his smile against your skin again. “i know.”

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[edges-of-night]

Spicy Headcanon Game: Haldir ✧･ﾟ

From @midgardian-witch​‘s post. I thought their prompts sounded fun & I really wanted to try something like this with Haldir (because he’s my fave haha!)

Let me know if you like this style of headcanon posting!

Are they dominant, submissive or a switch?

I feel like Haldir is someone who prefers to be in total control, be it in everyday life or sexual encounters. That said, he will absolutely melt for a partner he knows he can trust – which takes a lot of time and work, but someday he’ll confess to his desire to be dominated ♡

What is their favorite body part (in regards to their partner)?

Haldir strikes me as an ‘arse’ kind of person, both for himself and his partner. The way Craig Parker talks about the role also gave me the headcanon that Haldir does not think very highly of his own body in terms of traditional Elvish beauty. But as I said, he loves to have his arse(hole) touched and teased.

What’s a no go for them (in the bedroom)?

I feel like he’d draw a line at kisses on the mouth – until he meets his match, that is…

What would they pick as their safeword?

Haldir would be bad at choosing a safeword, I think haha! He’d wrack his brains and despair at the implications – Why would a strong Elf need a certain word to make their partner stop? – but in the end, he’d settle for something a little too goofy for his ears, probably in Sindarin.

What’s their favorite position?

Anything standing up! It’s quick, clean and hard, just as he likes it. (He also likes to bottom in missionary, but don’t tell him I said that haha!)

What’s their favorite way to be intimate (can be non-sexual)?

Intimacy is a red rag to Haldir. It complicates things, it lingers and hurts. That said, he does like to embrace and be embraced in return, safe and sound. ‘Human hugs’ should be dirty for him, but he cannot deny the rush of warmth and quickened heartbeat anytime he does allow them…

Which petname/honorific/title do they prefer for themselves?

While I can’t think of a specific preference, I do think he dislikes anything that would imply him being ‘unmanly’, whatever that means to him personally. In general though I don’t think Haldir is that big on petnames when it comes to himself.

Which petname/honorific/title do they use for their partner?

Haldir does not assign petnames lightly. He much prefers to call his partner by their name, short or full version (think ‘Aragorn of the Dúnedain’). However I do feel like he likes to use ‘bunny’ (laboth in Sindarin) as a term of endearment – an animal that’s pretty but swift and clever, too.

What’s their favorite toy?

Knives, if you can call those toys. He enjoys the thrill and power surge they give him, running them along his partner’s throat and chest – and having the same done to him in return. However I’m thinking, while Elves in generally are pretty eager to experiment with toys, Haldir is regarded as a prude among his kind.

How experienced are they?

Pretty experienced sexually even in long term partnerships, I’d say, but inexperienced with romantic love/intimacy.

What noises do they make?

Haldir strikes me as someone who would keep very quiet during sex and doesn’t appreciate much talking. When he allows himself to be vulnerable, however, a few breathy moans do escape his mouth. You could only get a waterfall of words out of this Elf via a telepathic connection, or by getting him really, really drunk.

What ‘common’ kink do they have?

I feel like Haldir, being rather dominant than submissive, would enjoy choking his partner or doing breath play of any kind. It gives him a rush of power.

What universe-specific kink (like Monster Fucker, tentacles, etc.) do they have if any?

Once Haldir meets his perfect match, the one person he wants to be with more than anyone else, he yearns to use his Elven telepathy during sex. This requires great intimacy and openness from both partners, so it’s not something he’d do during a quick relief of stress with a fellow soldier in Lórien. As I said, he’s not too keen on talking during sex, but that goes out the window when he sinks into telepathic communication with his partner – since no one else could hear it, he’d shower them with sweet nothings ♡

What do they do for foreplay?

Haldir is not big on foreplay, usually. If he is with a partner he trusts entirely, he’ll let himself fall and get hot and bothered just by having his body showered in kisses.

What do they do for aftercare?

Haldir would avoid aftercare entirely if that wouldn’t mean leaving behind a mess. He’d swiftly clean up himself and his partner, maybe even give a polite kiss before leaving, but I think that’s about it. Even if someone does manage to win his heart, he is not too big on taking joint baths, drinking etc. and would rather just fall asleep in his partner’s arms.

What unexpected kink do they have?

Sex in water!

What unexpected turn-on do they have?

See above: baths. At least that’s unexpected to himself, I guess! Haldir loves taking baths and staying clean, but after he had sex in a pool for the first time, he’s a changed man. The pleasure would irritate him at first, but passion would quickly overtake his initial surprise. He adores the water flowing around him and his lover, and how slick it makes every movement and kiss – and how light it makes his body feel.

Where do they prefer to have sex?

While bath sex drives him absolutely insane, and the forest of Lothlórien provides anonymity for quickies, Haldir’s favourite place to sleep with his partner is someplace safe and sound, preferably on a soft surface, like a fur. He loves the fluffy texture, intimacy and perceived normality of such sex, rather than something quick that he needs to keep a secret – but he’d never admit to that, needless to say!

Free form:

A random smutty headcanon I have for Haldir is that he is kind of scared of aphrodisiacs? He’s comically afraid of them exposing his true feelings, or simply tasting bad when he puts them in his mouth. Granted, this is nothing too outlandish as a personal boundary. However, what makes this "weird" in-universe is that I headcanon Elves as generally very open to all kinds of sex toys and stimulants. Haldir is definitely marked as a prude among his hedonistic kind, something that only contributes to his negative feelings about himself not belonging etc. Of course once he’s fallen in love, there is no need for an aphrodisiac anyway – the man would wait on you hand and foot! ♡

[eclecticwordblender]

Don't you get upset with desi gyns trying to bring justifications for their ""sanskari"" culture?

Also I think I'm going to have a hard time being friends with moid and hindu obsessed women here. No separatist women :(

i will answer both the paragraphs separately.

i have problems with the term "sanskaari" because it is rooted in some version of the madonna-whore binary (i’m sure there is a hindi term for this but english is my first language despite hindi being my mother tongue so i only know the english term). but i really would like to dissect what the woman means with the term sanskaari. honestly, my maternal grandmother often uses this term but more often than not she is referring to having non-aggressive behaviours or not dressing like a stripper (she is not asking anyone to not wear crop tops or shorts, this is more like dressing practically naked). so it really depends on the context.

that being said, sanskaars are closely associated with upholding culture and the responsibility of that is disproportionately (almost exclusively) assigned to women. so there’s a major problem. personally, as i have talked about before i have been very fortunate in terms of privilege. it is rather rare for someone to say things like thiin my bubble. my grandmother used the word sanskaari a couple of days back to refer to a male friend of mine who does a lot of housework and is generally the responsible sober driver after parties. so i don’t think i have experience being annoyed with that term, none that i can think of at the top of my head, but yes i get what you mean.

coming to the second part, i totally get what you mean. let me clarify i’m not a complete separatist myself. my separatism is rather limited to referring media created by women first and foremost, not engaging in any new romantic/sexual relationships and not making any new male friends. i have males in my life who i have known since before discovering radical feminism. i am rad leaning and agree with the ideologies but i haven’t adopted everything i preach irl as of yet.

that being said, hinduism and male obsessed women really do get on my nerves too. but you’ll actually be surprised how many women can be talked out of it! i do know that your are anti-intoxicants but i find the best way to get drunk or high and start talking feminist philosophy. more often than not, the girl is going to understand. she will probably admit that it would be difficult for her to adopt all this irl BUT SHE WILL UNDERSTAND AND SHE WILL BE A GOOD FRIEND. although i must admit that such experiences are also a product of my privileges. most male-centred women actually view feminism as a tool to make males better partners for them. if you cannot talk a woman out of this in 5 minutes, just leave her be. she cannot be reasoned with. she’s one of the few women patriarchy chooses to empower so as to posit that the emancipation of other women is not needed and that women have it easier. she doesn’t want to make it out of here.

you’ll probably not find many rad-fems in india. and it gets lonely so you need friends too. to resolve this paradox i make some provisions.

it’s okay to befriend a het-partnered woman, it is not okay to befriend a woman who thinks her heterosexual partner is "not like other men."

it is okay to befriend a religious woman, it is not okay to befriend a woman who tried to talk me into adopting her religion and one who votes on the basis of her religious beliefs.

it is okay to not cut off the old male connections i have but it is not okay to make new ones. if a woman alleges any one of my old male connections, i will believe her over any of them no matter what.

this is probably not the answer you were looking for but i just went on with whatever flow of thoughts i could gather.

[cyberaxolotl]

Oh, The Blue, Blue Water: Chapter 1, Newtport and Reefburg

Bugsnax Merpeople AU Fanfic

Warnings: N/A

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Words: 4.7k

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Grumpus-kind never truly considered that there could be fully intelligent life aside from them. Rumors of grumpus-like beings but with lower halves of snakes or sea creatures were dismissed as fairy tales, becoming folklore to some, but deemed absurd by most scientists. Grumpuses with little interest in the ocean especially dismissed part-grumpus aquatic beings as fantasy, while those who did study the ocean considered it more, but still dismissed it until solid proof could be found.

A few states off from New Grump state was Falls Island, and on the coast of Falls Island was a town that specialized in oceanic endeavors; Newtport. Newtport was a hotspot for sailing, fishing, oceanography, diving, marine biology, and everything else you could want from a town on the edge of an open ocean. Almost everyone there owned a boat, kayak, canoe, or some form of water travel.

Several of the notable organizations in Newtport were the Newtport Marine Center, where science and studies took place in a private laboratory, as well as Wildlife Restoration of Newtport, the building for a non-profit organization dedicated to helping wildlife and cleaning the ocean.

Gramble had just walked into the building, carrying a bucket full of plastic, metal, and glass waste. “Jeez, Gramble!” He heard a coworker say to him, “Is ALL of that from the bay?”

He sighed, looking down into it. “It is, and there's more.” He walked through the room, walking up to a room labeled “storage.”

“I heard that all of that trash came from a college party. A bunch of young adults got drunk out of their minds and left all the trash there, would you believe it?” His coworker, Arinata, looked stressed. “I’d help, but we’ve got a diver coming to get a permit for the area, and I need to be here when she gets here.”

He turned away from the doorway. “Is Minette here? She usually helps out.”

“Minette’s busy taking a delivery to the recycling plant, it’s why the storage bins are all empty.” Gramble looked into the room he was next to, seeing that the five bins labeled metal, plastic, glass, electronic, and paper, were all empty. “And, uh, after you dump all of that, we got a request from the Marine Center.” She called out to him as he entered the storage room.

“What’s goin’ on?” He called back while sorting through the bucket of waste.

“They want us to bring in some of those parasites, the ones that are attacking the crustaceans. They’re looking for a way to prevent them and need samples from us.” Arinata explained, leaning over the front desk to look into the room. “You’re always removing parasites anyway, aren’t you?”

“I try to, when I find ‘em. How many do they need?”

“Uh, five, I think. Let me double-check.” He heard the wheels of an office chair followed by the clicking of a computer. “Yeah, it’s five. Can you get that by the end of the week?”

“I’ll see how many I can get today, I was too focused on the trash to look for any, but I should be able to do it.” He smiled to himself as he dumped the last of the trash into the bins, then walked back out.

“Thanks a lot, Gramble. I can't imagine the organization without someone as passionate about this as you are.” She smiled at him as he walked up to the desk.

“Oh, I just love animals ‘s all.” He waved his paw down at her, “It’s easy to do this job when I’ve read books about it since I was a kid.”

“We all appreciate your contributions so much, I hope you know that. You’re more paws-on about this than anyone else.” Before she could continue, a bell chimed, signaling the opening of the front door. She cleared her throat as she turned her chair, “Hello, welcome to Wildlife Restoration of Newtport!”

“G’day! I’m here for a diving permit?” She asked as she came up to the desk.

“Oh, you must be Elizabert! We were told by the divers union that you’d be coming, so here, let me look for your information.” Arinata turned to the computer, and Gramble took that as his cue to return to the bay, only hearing the start of the conversation. “You’re here for map-making and ecosystem surveying…”

The wildlife center was on a cliff above the shore, making it easy for the group to go up and down from the beach. Gramble spent most of his time down there, picking up scraps and looking over any creature that did not belong, or was otherwise hurt. It was, most often, just removing parasites from crustaceans or sending beached yet alive animals back into the water.

And even when he wasn’t playing his part at the organization, he was still looking after wildlife. On weekends he’d take his small boat out on the open ocean and watch the animals out on the sea, not disturbing them, not going in, only watching and sketching.

Elizabert was like that too.

“You’re here for map-making and ecosystem surveying, right?” Arinata asked, looking at her laptop.

“And recreation, but only once I’ve gotten my job done.” Lizbert nodded.

“Great, can I see your diving license?” The worker held her paw out. The explorer dug through her pocket, then handed over a small slip of plastic. “Thank you, let me jot all this down…” She hummed as she typed down some information. “How long have you been diving for?”

“Professionally? Thirteen years, but I’d go recreationally with my family as a kid. I’ve loved the thrill of adventure for as long as I can remember.” She smiled as she recounted her past years.

“Oh, that sounds lovely! I’m sure you’ve read up on the local fauna and know what to expect underwater?” Arinata could only give her a glance as she continued typing.

“Yup! I know pretty much what to expect for my first dive session here.” Lizbert nodded.

“Wonderful… You’re all set.” The worker put the license on the counter. “Have fun diving, and remember to clean up whatever you can!”

“Will do!” The diver pocketed her license and walked off, leaving the building to fall into silence.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Newtport Marine Center was hard at work. There were meetings happening on one floor, research happening on another, and scientists getting ready for boating trips on the dock outside the building. Floofty had several written notes in their paws as they got out of a boat, hurrying towards the building. The cold wind nipped at their fur, and they were eager to get their lab coat back on and digitalize those notes.

“Floofty!” Before they could get downstairs, someone called for them.

“Ditzie.” They greeted, turning to face him.

“I know you just got back from a boating trip, but we’re gonna need you upstairs.” He held a paw up to them, “We just got video footage back from as deep as the twilight zone, and the directors want you up there to review it.”

“...Tch.” They grunted. “Do I have time to give these to somebody?” They held up their notes.

“Go ahead, just be up in meeting room D in ten minutes!” With that, their fellow scientist stepped back and ran off.

They turned around to go downstairs, hurrying down the steps. They didn’t really have a desk space to themself, but they did have a laptop of their own, and one grumpus they trusted. Opening up their laptop, they opened up a document, then looked around. “Cora?” They called a girl nearby.

“Oh-? Yes, Floofty?” The coral-red grumpus turned to them.

“I’m needed in a meeting room, can you copy these notes into this document?” They asked, holding out the papers. “Shut it down when you’re done, I don’t need imbeciles stealing my work.”

“Now, you don't need to be calling anybody names, but sure!” She took the notes from them. “Are these from the boating trip you just went on?”

“Indeed they are. My thanks, Cora.” With that, Floofty walked past her. Or, started to.

“Ah, before you go, Floofty!” Once again, they were stopped in their tracks. “Did you hear about the rumors again? Ditzie thinks mermaids are real.”

“Of course Ditzie thinks that. He’s Ditzie.” They looked over their shoulder. “What does it have to do with me?”

“Well, what do YOU think about mermaids? I think it’s possible, grumpuses already come in many different types, but I also think it’s improbable. Especially given the advancements in technology and how we monitor the ocean, I doubt we’d have gone so long without seeing them.” She explained, holding their notes under her arm.

“Whether mermaids are real or not is not my concern until someone who’s concerned with finding them does. But if they are real, I doubt they’d be what we picture as “mermaids.”” They motioned with their paws, “All traditionally attractive women with the same emerald green lower bodies is unlikely, and I’d dare to say impossible if I didn’t know better.”

“That’s what I was thinking too, but yeah, when they probably aren’t real in the first place, I’m not gonna spend my time looking for them. Thank you for your time, I’ll go copy these down.” With that, Cora walked away, letting them walk away as well.

The workplace always kept Floofty busy, whether they liked it or not, they were one of the most focused and experienced scientists there. They had trained themself to be able to write without looking, and that, alongside their background in biology, made them an invaluable worker. As such, their hours were full and busy, leaving little time for leisure.

They could hear the distant bells of hunting ships docking as they headed upstairs.

One of those ships was home to a crew of sailors who fished and set crab traps, supplying the local seafood industry. “Good haul today, grumps!” The lady in charge yelled, an elderly woman, but very capable. Harpila had been sailing the seas for most of her life, and had only recently settled into a more industrial job. Walking down the ship, she gave her crew lively pats on the back. “I think we’re good for quite a while now. Wambus?” She stopped by someone.

Wambus turned around, holding a crate of fish in his arms. He had been looking for oceanic jobs like that for a while, and eventually found his way to Harpila’s crew. “Captain Harpila.” He greeted her.

“You’ve been doing very well recently, I’m pleased. Do you have a family that you’re doing all of this work for?” She asked.

“Captain, I know most of these grumps are fathers and husbands, you don’t gotta rub it in. I do this work to carry myself.” He sighed, looking past her.

“I’m not bringing you down, cariño, but men like you should be doing bigger things when they don’t have anything to go back to. Especially at your age.” Harpila looked away, her ears twitching. “Ah, I shouldn’t be pushing it when this crew needs you. I’m not asking you to leave.”

“Do YOU have a family that you’re doin’ this for?” Wambus questioned, raising an eyebrow at her.

“I’m old, boy, I’m not doing this for anybody but myself anymore.” She turned away, walking a bit past him. “My family has passed, and my days to find love are over, unless Mother Naturae sends me an angel… Aha, maybe even an angel from the sea.” She looked out at the ocean. “If you want someone, I’m sure you’ll find them, but I’m saying that there should be something that you’re passionate about.”

“I’m just fine livin’ like this.” Walking with her, the two reached the exit off of the boat.

“Then live your best life like this.” With that, she descended the stairs alongside her crew.

Wambus huffed as he followed her, looking distantly away. He had inherited a farm in the western parts of New Jamsey, but after it turned into a bust and he lost the property, he turned to the only place he could; Newtport. He was lucky to have met Harpila at the time he had.

“Oh look, the big boats are docking.” A melodic voice said, out on the ocean.

“I saw them use that big net to get a whole school of salmon. Would you believe it?” A sassier voice said, “I should be eating those fish, not them!”

“Beff!” A wimpier voice replied, “You can’t- or, no, nevermind, I’ve seen you eat almost a whole school of fish before.”

“Those were sardines, Filbo, they don’t count. They’re hardly a meal even for you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a stingray, darling, I doubt you have much room for fish in you at all.”

“I’m a MANTA ray, Wiggle, I’m the manta mayor!” He turned around, descending from the rocks they held onto and slipping into the ocean, then motioning for the other two to follow him.

They dropped down next to him with a splash. “What’s the difference, are all manta rays big wimps?” Beffica snarked, giggling.

“No, I- I don’t have a stinger!” Filbo cried as the three descended into the ocean.

“Isn’t it better than being an orca?” Wiggle noted.

“Heeey, being like me is sweet! Other than the resurfacing to breathe.” The pink seagrump said, rolling her eyes.

“And being hungry all the time?” The blue seagrump prompted.

“I’m not hungry all the time, I just naturally need to hunt. They call us killer whales for a reason.” She turned to the orange seagrump, “At least I’m something unique and not just some random fish.”

Wiggle gasped in defense. “I am a STAR fish, thank you!”

“What? You’re not a starfish, you’re a betta.” Filbo chuckled.

“A star fish, darling, not a starfish.” She repeated.

“You said the same thing twice.” Beffica scoffed.

“Oh, for grumps sake, I’m a POPstar!” She whined as the three entered deeper waters. Taking a glance back at the surface, she mumbled, “I wonder if I could perform for the landgrumps one day.”

“You know why we don’t do that, Wiggle,” The mayor replied, “I have nightmares thinking about what might happen if they find us.” He squeaked anxiously.

“Yes, but I’m sure they’d love a good performance.” Wiggle smiled, clicking her claws together.

“They’d watch you and then scoop you up in their big net.” Beffica rolled her eyes, “I’m not scared about it like Filbo and that hermit are, but you’re not gonna find me singing to the air.”

“That hermit has a name, Beff.” Filbo corrected, “…I haven’t HEARD his name in a long time, but he has one.”

She stuck out her tongue at him and swam away, turning towards a rocky, mossy wall. “I need to get some bubbles before I drown.” She said all too casually, and then disappeared underneath a crack in the rocks.

Filbo and Wiggle followed her, going underneath a hood of rocks, and then being greeted by a drop-off. Going through the drop-off, they were in a cave, lit by bioluminescent plants and decorated by coral and kelp. A driftwood sign held up by kelp read “Reefburg.”

“We’re back from land-watching!” The mayor called out, descending upon the town. Beffica had already made her way to the center of town, to a patch of anemones blowing bubbles, and was scooping up handfuls of air.

A green seagrump turned around the corner. “Heeeey, I was wondering where you three were!” He greeted them, coming out fully and revealing a mantis-shrimp lower body.

“Nice to see you in town, Chandlo!” Filbo said as they swam up to each other. “How are you and…” He tapped his paws together, “…The axolotl..?”

“Snorpy and I are good, he’s the same as usual. We’re figuring out what we wanna do for winter and getting ready.” The muscular seagrump explained, motioning at a bag full of seaweed that he carried.

“Does it really change that much when you’re that deep underwater?” The mayor questioned.

“Changes enough that we’d be asleep all winter if we didn’t.” Chandlo shrugged, “I think we can try to catch you guys while you’re all moving!”

“That sounds good! We haven’t figured out our plans as a town yet, but I think it’ll be the same as last year,” Filbo turned away, “I need to get home, but come see me next time you come here, I bet you could come land-watch with us!”

“I’ll try to catch ya, dawg!” He gave his farewells, then turned away as well. There was one more thing he wanted to do during that time in Reefburg, and a tunnel through the sand was going to bring him to it. Leaving his bag of seaweed at the entrance, he descended into an ominous rocky pit.

It was a short swim through the tunnel, and he exited out into a big, dark space. There were jellyfish scattered around, glowing with cold blue light, but more importantly, a warmer light illuminated the figure of another seagrump.

“Shellsy!” He called out to her.

The elderly seagrump looked over her shoulder, the sea-glass on the ground reflecting the bioluminescent glow in her tail. “Ah, Chandlo, my child.” She greeted when she recognized him, turning around. Her lower half was that of a translucent sea angel’s, a duo of lights in the middle of and at the tip of her tail. “It’s been a while since you have stopped by.”

He swam up to her side, stopping next to her. “Sorry, Sheldawg, there’s been a lot going on.”

“I understand. Not many have as much time to meditate beneath the lights of the Mother.” She motioned broadly at the jellyfish in the room. She reached between the kelp that was wrapped around her chest, pulling out a golden pendant from one of the outer layers. “Do you have the time to sit and resonate?” She asked as she held it out to him, both of her paws clasped on it.

The pendant had a flower carved into it, one that neither of them recognized, and Shellsy believed it was something meaningful from the surface. He held it as well, “Only for a few minutes, I think.”

“That works, child, the Mother appreciates the effort of time spent.” They both held the pendant, the gold reflecting light onto the sea-glass, and the sea-glass reflecting colors into the dark space. Chandlo relaxed with a small smile, he felt very comfortable in the dark; he didn’t prefer it, but he’d gotten used to it, given him and Snorpy’s living conditions.

“Empty your mind…” Shellsy started, her voice low, “Picture yourself in the water, descending deeper, past the zone of sunlight, through the zone of twilight, and into the midnight. Do not feel cold, there is somebody right there with you.”

He took a deep breath, shoulders slacking. He heard the small clicks of his tail against sea-glass, unable to feel it through his exoskeleton, but fully hearing the sound.

“The Mother holds your paw in the darkest parts of our home. Do not feel the colossal squid of sorrows, you are protected so long as she is with you. You are safe, no matter how far you go.” Shellsy also took a deep breath, the glow of her tail dimming. “Meditate on this. Find a feeling of safety.”

They fell into silence in the darkness, holding the pendant, surrounded only by stones and jellyfish. The only sounds around them were the clicking of rocks, the movement of water… And the voices right above them.

“…Hmph.” Shellsy huffed as the minutes passed and it became impossible to ignore. “It’s times like this where I wish we weren’t beneath the Wigglebottom residence.” They both looked up at the rocky ceiling.

“I think it’s good that Wigdawg gets along with her sister.” Chandlo shrugged, hearing squeaky voices through the ceiling.

“Oh, yes, it is pleasant. It’s unusual for siblings with such an age difference to get along like that.” She took the pendant back as the other seagrump let it go. “I just wish getting along wasn’t roughhousing. Thank you for coming to meditate, my child.”

“Thanks for the guidance, I’ll come back earlier next time!” He turned away, swimming for the exit.

In the undersea home above, the Wigglebottom residence was bustling. “Come on, who’s the best big sister in the ocean~?” Wiggle had her little sister clutched against her, who was squirming and punching.

“Hmm, I don’t know!” Imimi giggled, “I think it’s Jess- daah-!” She squealed as she was flipped around, tussled through the water.

“Oh come on, you know it couldn’t be Jessany, try again!” The extravagant seagrump sang, keeping her eyes on her little sister.

“Why not? I’ve never heard Beffica complain about her big sis.” The little girl crossed her arms, “I’m sure she’d have a good shot for best big sister!”

“Imimi, swe-etie, does Jessany let her little sister have whatever snacks she wants without telling their parents?” The popstar lurched for her younger sister, picking her up and holding her close again.

“Beffica’s an adult, I think she does what she wants.” Imimi blew raspberries at her sister after she spoke.

Wiggle scoffed, “You are SO much like mom, it’s not even funny.” She groaned, getting a confused look back. “I just want some appreciation from my baby sister before she goes back home and I’m left all alone.”

“I’m not a baby!” The little girl pulled away, snapping around. “And you won’t be alone here, you have, uh…” She started, then stopped. After a pause, she put her paws on her hips. “Wow, you’re twenty-nine and you don’t have a boyfriend yet.”

The popstar gasped. “That is none of your- ough!” She crossed her arms and looked away, “You’re eleven and you haven’t dropped that attitude yet.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

They were interrupted by a knock on the door. “Hello?” Wiggle called over.

The door opened to reveal a white, pink-tailed seagrump. “Is everything okay in here? I heard yelling.”

“Ah, yes Eggabell, we’re fine.” The popstar waved her paw at the doctor. “Imimi and I were just having a sisterly bonding moment.”

“Uh… Really? I thought I heard arguing.” Eggabell questioned, looking between them.

“Oh darling, we never argue.”

“Yes we do?” Imimi huffed in reply.

“We don’t argue, Imimi, we play-fight.” Wiggle glared at her sister.

“No, I think we argue.” The younger seagrump put her paws on her hips.

“When? When have we ever argued, sweetie?”

Suddenly, she smiled. “Right now.” She said, before swimming away to the upper floor.

Wiggle looked upwards, dumbfounded, and Eggabell looked on with wide eyes. “You- I… Snrk-!” The popstar started to giggle, turning to the doctor, “Siblings sure are something, aren’t they?”

“I’m an only child, unless you wanna count the nurse sharks I look after.” The white mergrump looked away.

“Ah, that explains it.” The betta squeaked, swishing her tail. “Trust me, darling, Imimi and I have a normal sisterly relationship.”

“We are ANYTHING but normal!” Imimi shouted from upstairs.

“I wasn’t TALKING TO YOU!” Wiggle shouted up, then turned back to Eggabell. “Very normal.”

“…Yeah.” The doctor muttered, closing the door and swimming away. “Oh- Chandlo!” She almost bumped into her fellow seagrump, “Are you leaving town already?”

“Eggabro, hey!” He greeted, and they gave each other a small hug. “I musta missed you, I’m on my way out.”

“Well, safe travels! I heard that it’s viperfish season right now.” She warned, holding her paws together.

He chuckled, “Viperfish are nothing on me, bro.” He signed hand-horns, biting his tongue.

“They’re still a little freaky, especially down in the dark.” She looked down, as though staring into the sea, but actually at the ground’s cloak of sand.

“…You’re a shark, Egg.”

“I-“ She paused, freezing up. “…Point taken! Swim safely, and tell Snorpy I hope he’s well.”

“I’ll try to catch you earlier next time I’m in town!” He waved her a goodbye, swimming off and out of Reefburg. He was going from cave to cave, but the difference was the descent from the sunlight zone to much deeper down.

It was a smooth descent out of Reefburg and down into the ocean, Chandlo seeing the fish and flora around him go from frequent, to sparser, to too dark to see clearly. The silhouettes of rock faces were his only indication that he was on the right path besides his distinct memory of the area. The transition from distant sunlight to deep blue waters was his signal: he had entered the twilight zone.

The soft glow of a lanternfish appeared nearby him, swimming away when his tail reflected the light back at it. The temporary light revealed a hitch in the rock face to him, and as he closely followed a crack, he knew he was almost home.

A pit of darkness gaped at him, a large, frightening sight. For a moment, he was filled with a primal fear, but it was overcome by a more welcoming sound: metal clanking. A sound that meant home.

Swimming inside, he saw the artificial glow of a lantern, something that his companion had made a long time ago. “Snoooooorpy~!” He called out, a smile coming onto his face.

He heard a soft gasp as he passed over one more wall of stone and entered their living space. Snorpy was curled into a corner, using a crude hammer with a driftwood handle on a piece of metal. “Ah- Chandlo!” He perked up, turning around and uncurling. “That was a rather quick trip of yours, I do hope you said hello to somebody.”

“I took some extra time to hang with Shellsy, and had a talk with Eggabro, but I didn’t wanna leave you for long.” He let go of the bag of seaweed, leaving it stagnant in the water. “Egg said she hopes you’re well.” He quoted.

“Nice of her to be concerned, ah… Is Wiggle still around?” Snorpy glanced away at a table covered in cloth and photographs, with pebbles holding them down.

“Wiggle’s doing great, I heard her and her sister play-fighting. It’s nice to see sisters being sisterly, isn’t it?” Chandlo turned away, moving over to his side of the room.

“I suppose so.” The axolotl had swam over to his table and was now readjusting the pebbles. “Hm… I am a bit concerned about what to do in the coming months…”

“Why wouldn’t we do what we did last year?” The shrimp raised an eyebrow, “That, or we can go with the Reefburg group! Filbo invited us to join them.”

“Eh…” Snorpy turned to a pile of soggy maps near the edge of his bed. Picking one up, he grabbed a pebble, and traced a path across it. “…No, if we go with them, we’re bound to be captured by Grumpbeard. Too many seagrumps all in one place.”

Chandlo looked away, unsure. “We'll do whatever you want, Snorpdawg.” He let out, resting on his bed.

“Hmph, if we did whatever I wanted, then I’d be sleeping through the winter. Unfortunately I would starve by December.” The yellow seagrump put the maps down, then swam over to the suspended bag of seaweed. “Thank you for getting the materials, but where is my sewing kit?”

“You have a sewing kit?” The green seagrump’s eyes widened, confused.

“I hardly believed it either, but I found it a few weeks ago!” The axolotl looked under his bed, perked up, and then pulled out a metal container. “Some landgrump lost an entire sewing kit, thread and all!” Opening it up, he revealed a smaller container of needles, a bunch of buttons, and several unrestrained spools of thread. “The box says that it belonged to some “C. Quizsparkle.” It’s on them for dropping it into the ocean.” Picking out a needle and thread, he grabbed a bushel of seaweed.

“…Hm.” Chandlo fell silent with a smile, watching his counterpart set up and begin to sew. It was a long, cold swim from Reefburg to their home, and he was always a little tired afterwards, so being able to watch a simple activity made the fatigue wash right out of his body.

On land, and undersea, grumps had jobs to do and roles to play. But soon, they’d be more connected than they ever thought they could be.

[rockitmans]

Blaine Anderson Vs Valentine's Day (6/14)

Summary: Blaine drunk posts on his Instagram asking for a date for Valentine's Day. He gets one.

Notes: Written for the @klaineccfanficlibrary Valentine Challenge. Today's song is Words of Love by The Beatles

Read on AO3 or below

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Queen T: You haven't texted me in five days so I have to assume a horrible illness has befallen you. Or you're dead. So which is it?

Blaine: Sorry, T. I've just been busy. 

Queen T: With what exactly? After all, I am your entire reason for living

Blaine: You remember that hummelbrag guy? I've kind of been talking to him non stop. It should probably be embarrassing. But it's not. 

Blaine: For me at least. Elliott finds it mortifying 

Queen T: HOW DID YOU TELL ELLIOTT ABOUT THIS BEFORE ME???

Queen T: CALL ME RIGHT NOW

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Sam: Hey bro, where you at? It's been a while.

Blaine: Sorry. I realize I'm kind of The Worst. I met someone. He's been keeping me busy 🙈

Sam: Busy getting busy. Nice. 

Blaine: Oh God 

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Blaine: Why does following someone on Instagram feel like a marriage proposal if you're like... stupidly into them?

Elliott: Because you're a freak?

Blaine: Rude. But valid.

Blaine: Fuck it I'm doing it. I'm popping the question

Blaine: And by that I mean I'm following him. Not proposing. That would be crazy.

Elliott: I'll buy a hat 

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Kurt: You've followed me

Kurt: Are you sure we're ready for this level of commitment? 

Blaine: You know I thought about it long and hard. But there's a moment when you just say to yourself, "Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever."

Blaine: And that's how I feel about those bowties you make. I need them on my feed. They're truly majestic. 

Kurt: Came for my ability to pick you up, stayed for the fashion

Kurt: Honestly, I'm glad it happened this way 

Blaine: It's still all just talk that you can pick me up, you know? Pure conjecture. 

Kurt: Well. 

Kurt: Maybe we'll have to test it. Prove a theory.

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"Hey, folks," Blaine says into the camera. "It's obviously Valentine's Day in a week and The Beatles never fail to be relevant for any occasion. Which is why I'm bringing you Words of Love by The Beatles." He pauses for effect. "Punk Rock version." 

He's already recorded and edited the actual song so he just splices the videos together and posts. It's a song that's been on his mind a lot over the last week. He's not lying when he makes claims that The Beatles bear the same cultural relevance today than they did in the sixties. But there's something about this song particularly. Let me hear you say the words I long to hear.

He and Kurt have been talking every day and flirting shamelessly back and forth. But there's still a carefulness about it. A reluctance to really lay it all out there. Which, Blaine thinks indignantly, is really what Valentine's Day should all be about. 

The fact that he could be the one to do the putting it out there isn't lost on him. And usually he would be bounding in headfirst without a care. But there's something holding him back. Not doubt about how Kurt feels exactly. But doubt about how to make an internet flirtation into something… real. Something lasting. 

And it's almost terrifying how much he wants it to become something lasting. 

He really just needs a step in the right direction. A sign. A Valentine's Day miracle. Which is obviously a thing. And a powerful thing at that. Or maybe he just needs a new Wish Journal.

He distracts himself by looking through his comments instead. His followers are frequently unhinged but that's why he loves them and, probably, why they love him. As much as anyone can love anyone in this parasocial world they're living in. Which brings him dangerously close to thinking about Kurt again. Damn it.

boooomers This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen. I'm in love with it actually

HarleyQuinnWasFramed bro you can't fuck with the beatles. that's like fucking with jesus

pericleanford blaine anderson marry me challenge

hummelbrag For all the singles out there, this is our year ❤️

Blaine smiles. His distraction tactics totally failed but he can't be mad about it. He clicks through to Kurt's profile just so he can look at his face like the completely hopeless sap that he is. Kurt's definitely on to something. It could be their year.

But hopefully it won't take as long as that. 

[luffythinker]

said it was ok for me to come back and talk about Shigaraki/Dabi so now im gonna do that. Like, im not going into canon events all that much and my version of LOV is like face view these are bad guys but they are people and everything isn't happening back to back so take it as a silly scenario i guess? possibly an AU?

What do you think about trans Shigaraki coming out to Dabi while drunk? like Dabi just accepts it and when Shigs done with his hangover the next day he remembers he came out to him like "oh shit i really did that" and now he's insecure because he thinks Dabi's gonna view him differently, not that his view matters but it does.

This needs context. Lets say after kamino that's when the gang really started to be friends they all started treating eachother with a little more respect but your all still my bitches - everyone in the league probably 2023 lol

Dabi and Shigs have been getting super close, like it's not boss and henchmen it's we are almost equals but you know im in charge winky face. After a heist they always have pizza partys or whatever they can steal for dinner cause we don't have kurogiri :( Shigs and dabs always sit close enough for their shoulders or knee to touch and Dabi notices Shigs getting a little too up in the air. Dabi is not gonna be that ass so he takes Shigs outside to get some air and water away from everyone "can't see out leader looking like a he got drugged at the bar" and when i say he picks him up he throws him over his shoulder, nobody says anything cause he's just taking care of Shigs they just get a comedic voice from Twice like "STRIKE, your out!" followed by laughter Dabi gets him to get some water going through his body but he's high as a astronaut and sweating, Dabi makes sure his gloves are on and is just genuinely taking care of him complaining about how he rather not be but he really doesn't mind he's just putting on a show for noone, Shigs is mumbling and crying fake/real? tears about how being "Tomura" is hard work and at first Dabi thinks he's just talking nonsense until he starts complaining about his binder and how he fucking can't breath in it 9 times out of 10 of the time and Dabi's like "wait, what?" and he just continues to go on about how his shitty dad would always dress him up in a dress want him to be a propper young lady while sticking his pinky out and everything. He was compared to his sister all the time and he hated it Dabi is being flooded with information he can't have time to processes and he ask Dabi "If i told you i was trans would you hate me?" Like any of this is supposed to mean something to Dabi and Dabi tells him he needs to go to bed. After that night Dabi is internally freaking out "What just happen? why???" and he can't sleep that night after the fact Shigs is avoiding Dabi which is strange for everyone to watch and they think their in a huge fight. Himiko keeps asking Dabi what he did and Dabi tells her to butt out.

if you care about this i'll come back for a part 2

i honestly hold bnha canon events very in the back of my mind, at this point i barely remember the order of things, so yeah don't worry about staying truthful to a timeline or anything cause i assure you i most likely don't remember muchdjjdflkfk

and i absolutely love trans shigaraki, even in canon he gives me big non binary vibes so!!!!

oh my god i love how you painted this picture, his childhood was super hard with his father and transphobia. He probably felt like himself for the first time after he left the family and could explore his gender by himself. He knew since early age he wasn't a girl, so he would fully invest himself into looking like how he feels. I think AFO giving him a new name also marks his transitioning, he has always had a smaller chest so the binder helps with keeping it flat, but it is shigaraki so obviously he doesn't have the greatest relationship with himself, so he wears it super tight to the point it hurts him (i think its some kind of internal punishment). He never really told anyone about it because it's not anyone's business, but he likes dabi so it just feels so weird to not tell him that, not that he really wanted to because he doesn't want things to change but he also lowkey wants to be accepted fully as he is, while also too scared of being rejected again.

telling dabi about it while he's drunk is so on brand because he would never master up the courage to do it sober, i think the day after he would act like nothing happened and hope dabi wouldn't bring it up, but I'm curious to see how dabi would confront him about this from your pov!!!

(this might be weird but i really like shigaraki, like i think he's such a good villain)

[stereax]

Are you a swiftie? And if so what song of hers would you say describes the 22-23 Devils? What song of hers would you say is NicoJack or any other Devils pairs!

heya anon! I'm not really a Taylor Swift kind of person - I much prefer my alternative, rock, that kind of stuff. but I'll give you some songs I associate with some players, pairs, etc on the Devils! if that's cool with you? I'll put one lyric I really associate with them with it; if you want more info, let me know and I'll explain more in-depth :) (there are a few songs I associate with non-Devils but I'll save that for another time, if anyone wants to know just let me know!) there's no real order to these, just going through my playlists lol

22-23 Devils: Say it Louder, Panic! at the Disco (Viva Las Vengeance)

Hey kids, legends and gods Give them applause We made it against all odds Choose your weapon of choice Your beautiful voice Don't ever let 'em turn you down (turn it up, turn it up, rock city) Turn it up (turn it up, turn it up, rock city) Say it louder for the people Say it louder for the people Say it louder for the people in the back

Round 1 vs the Rangers: Back from the Dead, Skillet (Unleashed)

Light it up, light it up, now I'm burning Feel the rush, feel the rush of adrenaline We are young, we are strong, we will rise 'Cause I'm back, back, back from the dead tonight To the floor, to the floor, hit the red line Flying high, flying high at the speed of light Full of love, full of light, full of fight 'Cause I'm back, back, back from the dead tonight

Pairings (there are only a few I can think of, but let me know if there are any I'm missing):

Nico + Jack: The Last of the Real Ones, Fall Out Boy (MANIA)

I was just an only child of the universe And then I found you And then I found you You are the sun and I am just the planets Spinning around you Spinning around you You were too good to be true Gold plated But what's inside you? But what's inside you? I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you But not as much as I do As much as I do, yeah

Nico + Siegs: Mariners Apartment Complex, Lana Del Rey (Norman Fucking Rockwell)

You lose your way, just take my hand You're lost at sea, then I'll command your boat to me again Don't look too far, right where you are, that's where I am I'm your man I'm your man

Dougie + Jack: La Mancha Taxi Driver, Budka Suflera (4 Pieces to Go) [SPECIFICALLY the English version - the Polish version called "Ragtime" is also amazing, but the lyrics are totally different. This one you NEED to listen to to get where I'm coming from, because there's a VERY specific vibe I'm going for here. This doesn't seem like a Dougiejack song at first, but if you listen between the lines...]

Since I know Every man is to fight all alone I'll be the one who helps you realize Good news Don't you turn your back on this love Answer Otherwise you'll be drowned in this world

Mikey + Nate: All I Need, Radiohead (In Rainbows) [this entire album gives me Superbuddies vibes tbh]

I am a moth Who just wants to share your light I'm just an insect Trying to get out of the night I only stick with you 'Cause there are no others You are all I need You're all I need I'm in the middle of your picture Lying in the reeds

Players (Selected):

Akira Schmid: Driver 8, R.E.M. (Fables of the Reconstruction)

And the train conductor says Take a break, Driver 8 Driver 8, take a break We've been on this shift too long And the train conductor says Take a break, driver 8 Driver 8, take a break We can reach our destination But we're still a ways away, but it's still a ways away

Ryan Graves: Sober Up, AJR (The Click)

Won't you help me sober up? Growin' up, it made me numb And I wanna feel somethin' again Won't you help me sober up? All the big kids, they got drunk And I want to feel somethin' again Won't you help me feel somethin' again? How's it go again?

Dawson Mercer: Scenariusz dla moich sąsiadów, Myslovitz (Z Rozmyślań Przy Śniadaniu) [A scenario for my neighbors, Myslovitz (Thoughts at Breakfast)]

Wieczorem Wieczorem przed mym domem Wystawie ekran I wyświetlę film Coś o mnie i o tobie Będę leczył chore sąsiadów sny

[In the evening In the evening in front of my house I'll put up a screen And I'll play a movie Something about me and about you I'll heal my sick neighbors' dreams]

Miles Wood: Shark Bite, Bush (The Art of Survival)

These are the days for the rest of our lives We are the ghosts 'cause we have survived Engine's on, sharp like a samurai I want you, I know your shark bite

Mackenzie Blackwood: Just, Radiohead (The Bends)

You do it to yourself, you do And that's why it really hurts Is that you do it to yourself, just you You and no one else You do it to yourself You do it to yourself

Jack Hughes: Reptilia, The Strokes (Room on Fire)

He seemed impressed by the way you came in "Tell us a story, I know you're not boring" I was afraid that you would not insist "You sound so sleepy, just take this, now leave me" I said please don't slow me down if I'm going too fast You're in a strange part of our town

John Marino: The Outsider, MARINA (The Family Jewels)

These people are weird in here And they're giving me the fear Just because you know my name Doesn't mean you know my game I look myself in the face And whisper "I'm in the wrong place" Is there more to lose than gain If I go on my own again?

Timo Meier: California, Lana del Rey (Norman Fucking Rockwell)

You're scared to win, scared to lose I've heard the war was over if you really choose The one in and around you You hate the heat, you got the blues Changing like the weather, oh, that's so like you The Santa Ana moves you (Two, three, four)

Erik Haula: Local God, Panic! at the Disco (Viva Las Vengeance)

Are you melting face at the Bellagio? Woah Or are you teaching little kids how to rock 'n' roll? Woah Did you get weighed down by your heart of gold? 'Cause you really only cared about that Wonder if you had a chance to sell your soul Did you ever get your money back? Did you ever kiss the devil?

There might be more coming in edits :) Also, forgive the random few non-italicized letters, Tumblr hates me :')