#oh god the master’s dumb little brains

[rowanthestrange]

Hey, hey, hey, Master and Margarita fans who geeked out over the hoo-boy implications of Dhawan!Master and his…relationship with K’vo-rhymes-with-Jo…

I now also raise you fobwatched-Master at the end of the universe with his scientific assistant Chantho.

[pursuitseternal]

Hi! 13 - 19 Raphael x reader (if its still open)

thanks!💕

“Punishment:”

Raphael x f!Reader | Smut Ask Prompts

CW: BDSM, mean Mdom, bondage, suspension, orgasm denial, punishment, rough sex, possessive devil behavior

“Can you tell me what you did wrong, little mouse?”

The question hands heavy in the air, almost as heavy as you feel, suspended in silken tendrils of rope in his boudoir. Shadows lick at the corners of your vision, the burgundy, scarlet, and gold tints of his room seem darker as he extends his great, leathery wings for a moment. He purrs at you, tail twitching like a cat… like a predator, ready to pounce and devour his prey.

Hanging from his cage, bound for his pleasure, every one of your prey instincts makes your numb digits twitch and your body writhe.

You tremble, trying to catch the floor with more than the tips of your toes to take pressure off your aching shoulders. But whatever relief you find is minimal. Your struggle just makes the Devil’s laughter ring in your sensitive ears, the pain of your body heightening all your senses to their limits. “Master,” you whine, “I… only…”

Raphael’s fingers lift your chin, nails like daggers as he turns your face into his. Gods, you forget how much taller he is in this form, his wide wings fanning into the shadows, his horned head arching like a crown far above his stature. “I want no excuses, no tiring explanations. One word, one simple word for what you’ve done wrong, like the dumb slut you are.”

“Disobeyed,” you reply, shivers raking down your spine as his claws grip tighter, as his cherry red face cracks into a fanged smile.

His thick brow arches. “Ah, so the slut can follow orders. How refreshing,” he chuckles, releasing your chin. “Now, beg me for my forgiveness, for my magnanimous mercy,” he slips his searingly hot fingers inside your cunt, easing some of the quivering ache he’s let fester there for too long. “Where are your manners for your master?” he croons.

You fight for air, the ache of your arms lessens as pleasure roils in your belly. “P… Please…” you stammer, too quickly lost to the sensations of pure hellfire racing in your veins. Breathing rough in your parched throat, you arch your back, swaying from the ropes as your feet barely touch the ground. Closer and closer he drives you, burning fingers buried deep inside, making your very cunt boil. Fuck, it’s good…

Until he pulls his hand from you with a snarl. “Oh, naughty mouse, where are those pretty little apologies? If you stop, I’ll stop.”

The pathetic whimper from your lips makes him roll his shoulders and sway with sadistic joy, his long forked tongue licking your juices from his fingers one by one. “Well, don’t keep me waiting. I’m not known for my patience, after all.”

“I’m sorry,” you let the words fly from your lips, a melancholic chant, a pitiful refrain over and over again as he does nothing but suck his fiendish digits clean. “I’m sorry,” you keep repeating until the words mean next to nothing, until your body simply says them on its own, like your need to breathe.

“You made a fool of me,” he hisses, damp hand clawing around your neck and squeezing. You gasp and gag as his hand closes harder. “In front of clients, in front mortals so easily swayed… you decided to tout your own victories against the Brain. Think of all the souls I could have reaped as my reward for… deigning to give you aid.”

Your head pounds, stars and darkness clouding your vision. This is it, your end… not a tenday in his bed and you’re paying for it….

Air rushes into your lungs as he releases you, and your shoulders find relief as he picks your body up and instantly spears you on his long, ridged cock. You scream, the pressure of him deep inside you splits you apart, but it also grants you that antidote to the burning ache left smoldering for so long. Summoning the last dregs of your strength, you cling to the ropes around your arms, pulling yourself up as he pounds up into you. Claws dig into your ass, your weight cradled by his arms wrapped under your thighs.

“Mine… you’re all mine…” you hear his voice rumbling, a final tether to keep you bound to consciousness.

“Hmm?” You barely mutter through your lust drunk, blissed out stupor as your orgasm threatens to tear you apart.

“Say it,” Raphael hisses, nails drawing blood as he clutches tighter. “Say it!” He commands, no room or argument, no tolerance for disobedience.

You manage to raise your head, arms shaking as you keep a hold. Those black and yellow eyes bore into your soul, branding you as his forevermore. More than your arrogant, flagrant, foolish disobedience could challenge. Pleasure coils to bursting as he bottoms out inside you, your legs quaking as you shatter in a million broken prices for him. “Yours!” you scream. “I’m yours.”

His grunts deafen you, your body numb as you let go of the rope. As you hang limp, suspended for his use, he pummels you. The snap of his strong hips steadies, his breathing rough and rasping in your ear, his own climax so close. A few growls, a punishingly deep thrust, and he stills, flooding your insides with hot, scalding cum. “There now, mouse,” he pants, capturing your lips in a kiss so tender, you forget the numbing pain-pleasure that consumed you at his hands. “The pools await. Let’s get you presentable once more…”

A smile crosses your lips, your body settling in his arms, as you drift off asleep against the warm flush of his chest.

A/N: While I didn’t manage to get all the prompt lines in there, I weaseled several in for your enjoyment 😈

[darlingofvalyria]

As lovers, you and Aegon were the best. As exes, you and him might be the actual worst. But he can't help himself, and you're powerless to your own desires. A Halloween Party, more than hard liquor, and glances that attempts to stifle stares of want— everything comes to a catalyst.

╰┈➤ PROMPTS ❝ INTOXICATED, DOM/SUB DYNAMICS ❞

[ +18 MDNI ] [ 2,359 ] [ masterlist ] | Modern!AU Aegon Targaryen II x F!Reader

contains— smut, angsty - exes to lovers, frat parties, college au!, possessive, cheating (not you or aeg), intoxication - messy sex for the messy exes, sorta toxic if you squint - petnames: sweet angel, sweet girl, sweetheart - mention of drug usage, slight hint addiction - nsfw: fingering, overstimulation, marking, dubcon + enthusiastic agreement, degradation, praise kink, dom!aeg— dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink if you squint, creampie - no betas.

a/n— hopefully this works for the request! it's a little... sadder and smuttier, but hey! ahahah! this is why i don't do daily kinktober. as an overwriter, it's just not possible to be quick jsdhjsh. comment, reblog & like at will, mi luvs, mwa!

It starts with, "Don't look, it's your ex."

And you pause. You freeze. You physically feel the adrenaline course through each and which way vein in your system, finding the end of your epidermis and hairline. It's a lot and you still have yet to land your eyes on him. The punch you've been offered not long ago that's slowly been condensing between your fingers register in your brain as cold, a drink, alcoholic— that you toss your head back and chug.

You sputter and choke afterward, your friend slamming her hand on your back in sympathy. "F-fuck. That's gross."

"Dude," she nervously giggles. "I don't think you were supposed to throat shot that."

"It tastes chemical, like chugging a nuclear reactor. I don't recommend it either." You exchange each hand to wipe the wetness on your skirt and holding your glass, trying to settle your nerves. "Where is he?"

"Got waylaid by two frat brothers, Dumb and Dumber, I think... think he's chatting up— yep, Frat President, with... an Olsen Twin on his lap. Fuck. I'm sorry, bestie."

You try to laugh but it comes out strangled. Because of course. Aegon is a pretty comet who streaks by, just as pretty and just as infrequent, coming to pass like a godly miracle and people just devours him.

Because he's Aegon, always the shiniest star, the bestest friend, somehow everyone's first something. First kiss, first messy hookup, first 'and he did this thing with his tongue, oh my gods, I saw five stars and the moon!', etcetera.

You aren't his first love and you sure as shit aren't going to be his first heartbreak. You wonder how many heartbreaks it'll be tonight; there's a running tally of three heartbreaks within one party, a fantastical rumour, a proud, mysogynistic chidding between male friends— before you got together with him, before your sphere ever clashed with Aegon Targaryen when he too was just a comet to you, a moon, an asteroid— always on orbit but always outside, unknown to the taste of his lips when he giggles between kisses, nor the pretty sighs when your fingers find the bulge in his pants.

Fuck. You're getting teary and you're in your first Halloween party since breaking up with Aegon. You got dressed up and had gotten your makeup done by your more creative friend.

You need to stop wasting emotions and cruelly painful thoughts for the star haired boy.

"Fuck it. Where's the hard drugs?"

Your friend snorts. "I'm not letting you do hard drugs. I am going to do very nice grass with you from very nice people on the sofa already hallucinating."

"Fine. But we're doing shots."

Aegon didn't see you the first time he arrived, but he will always, always find you in a crowd.

It's your laughter that triggers it this time, a sound embedded in his bones that he turns like a dog at the sound, as if finding his master. And then you're there, loose and happy, his heart stuttering at the pure joy and fun in your face, in your body, as you swayed slightly the beat, holding a freshly emptied shot glass.

He swallows. Fuck. You're still so pretty.

Your makeup is done sharper, your lips glossy and bright— a cherry red. His mouth watering when you pout dramatically at your friend, the pulsing lights caressing every dip and bow, every curve and edge of you. Your hair is loose, framing your face with a fake, paper halo over your head that sparkles in glitter, matching the body glitter across your shoulders and collarbones, even the peeks of your thighs under the white, silk dress that, with a jump in his throat, has his cock standing at attention.

He knows that dress.

He remembers the ghostly echoes of the lace detailing atop your chest, how it feels under his palms when he skates his hand over to squeeze your tits, the feel of the silk against his stomach when you lean over his body as your pussy flutters, clenching, while you roll and grind against him, trying to find pleasure—

"Fucking hell," he downs the punchy, mysterious liquid that's just straight vodka with rum, soda and strawberry syrup (absolutely disgusting but good enough for college students on a Friday), because he's fucking hard, and you're just there, oblivious, dancing, looking gorgeous, and his heart is aching. You're everything he's ever want, desired and should have kept better care for— fuck all the arguments, all the fights, all the stupid little reasons that he can't remember anymore why you two broke up —

And his stare is heated, penetrative, because the next thing he knows you're looking back at him. A thread of swallowing gaze, of empty thought but the baseborn sound of a Halloween party and two people who can't look away. Their past is twisted between them, their future uncertain, but their present is here and the want is certain.

The shared heat is gone when a hand is on his shoulder and he is forcibly turned. Qoren Martell shakes his head, lips turned down.

"No, dude. That's a bad idea."

And Aegon smirks because that's what's expected of him. His fingers tingle as he clench and unclench them. He can't be seen mooning over an ex.

"Not if she wants it."

It's a douchebag reply, an Aegon Second of His Name reply, but Qoren knows him better than that, even Jason who's not even looking at him, staring at Solana who was grinding against some frat bro from Beta Theta while staring directly at him.

Aegon snorts when Qoren smacks Jason's head.

"So that's why you didn't bring Johanna, you fucker." Aegon takes another beer, itching for the paraphernalia hot in his pocket. You've turned away and the itch is back, low but steady.

Jason shrugs. "I don't know what you mean."

"I am not babysitting both of you, motherfucks," Qoren mutters. "You're both responsible of your mistakes tonight I'm meeting Somi tomorrow and neither of you messy fuckers are going to ruin that for me, alright?" With that, he slaps a hand on both of their backs, making Jason curse as his beer spills.

When Aegon watches Qoren leave, he turns back to you and see you're already staring, irises too wide, full lips slightly open, and the thrum of heat, nice and striking, runs down his body.

He's going to fuck you. Or you're going to fuck him. It's set in stone, written in fate's ink. When you move away, his stare hooked on you, he smirks the moment you turn back to see if he's still watching, starving, and cocking your head as if asking,

Not going to follow?

But of course he does, it's you and him.

It doesn't start with a kiss. It's a hungry stare meeting in a bathroom mirror spotted by dry water, and he knows what you need, taking your hair in his hand as he stands beside you, tugging you toward him as a gasp leaves your lips, your hands winding to his hips, anchoring yourself.

"How much have you had?" he asks, moving his hand to your neck, stroking the edge of your jaw, watching your wet lashes and licking lips. "Come on, sweet angel." His other hand moves to the edge of your white silk, running his nails across your thighs.

"Does it matter? I want you." A breathy whimper leaves your lips as his mouth latches on your neck, tugging your hair to the side to start sucking bruises as his hand finds your panties and a groan rips out of him.

"You're this wet, sweet angel? All for me?"

"I was grinding on, hhh— Jon, don't flatter your—" You yelp, a sounding slap on your wet cunt and your wetness clings to his hand. You squirm in his hold, but he tightens, cupping your centre with his thick hand.

"This is my pussy," he hums sweetly, cheekily, but you know better. Aegon got sweeter when he was jealous. He smiled brighter when he got angry. He goaded when he hears warning in someone's voice. Daring them. Daring you. "How fucking dare you let someone— Snow, that creepy, depressed asshole, really, sweetheart? — my pussy?"

A flash of heat in your eyes meets his mullish blue gaze. Heat and hurt. "We've broken up, Aeg. You don't get to own me."

His heart thrums, head swimming— but not much as yours. You don't do drugs as hard as him, and you've been hitting something tonight. Your irises are wider, blacker even when you're turned on. You kept wetting your lips even as slick already covers your gloss. With a hum, he thrusts two of his fingers inside without preamble and you keen, arching against him as he kept a steady, fast pace, using the meat of his palm every few chuckles to rub your clit until your leg shakes.

"F-fuck, fuck, Aeg—" Your hands hold onto him for dear life as you feel your orgasm tide but he doesn't let up, continues his humming with his fingers, his mouth sucking your neck until you feel slobbered through the haze, until it starts to hurt with your overstimulation, forming bruises continually sucked on— and you cum again, too fast and too painful the second time. Pushed rather than pulled into the peak and he coos as he slows once you start crying out, tears in your eyes, mouth agape, patting your pussy and even you can hear the squelch.

His last pat is more of a slap, making you jolt and wail.

He smiles as he meets your watery gaze in the mirror, leaning back against the tiled wall to pull your skirt up, bracing you against his knee so you can see your wet and abused fluffy folds.

"What'd I tell you, darling? This is mine. Even she recognises me when you couldn't. For being an angel, you sure do got a mean streak."

You sniffle, nodding along in your hazy mind. "S-sorry. I'm sorry, Aeg."

"Aw, it's okay, only hurt my heart a little." He gives you a sweet peck on the cheek, fingers running down the wet path of freshly forming bruises on your neck. "I've missed you s'all."

"Me too. I-I've missed you too, baby," you say, eyes burning as you blink at the sincerity, smile turning a little softer, more real. "Wanna feel you."

"You already did, sweets, you did well too. How many special grass have you had?"

"Just okay." You twist in his hold, his knee straightening as you turn to him with your hands on his chest, looking up, pouting. "But I want you."

His cock throbs and you feel it against your thigh, but his face remains neutral, tinged with amusement as if he doesn't want to hoist you and fuck you into oblivion.

"It seems such the angel has forgotten her manners." He presses his thumb against your lip until he pushes it deeper, pressing it against your tongue before letting you suck on it, lashes fluttering.

"That's not what we say when want something. Use your words properly, baby," he mock, heat sizzling inside you, cunt throbbing. Though pleasing him has always been how your dynamic works, enjoying the way your mind blanks, filled only with the desire to be his sweet girl, his good girl while he relishes in dominating you.

Physically manhandling you was one thing, puppeteering your wants to mould his was another.

Loss of control was a soft tissue in Aegon's armour. And though you had gotten close, he had never opened up that part of him.

It was one of the reasons you broke up.

Your intoxicated-addled mind comprehends that, to a level, this is bad, but b, he's close, distracting you with his presence, his thumb on your mouth a familiar action, and you never get just one orgasm from Aegon so it doesn't linger long. The thought vanishes like a salt-licked ghost from a too recent past before you're holding on his hand and you're smiling sweetly.

"I want you to feel good too, Aeg," you whisper. "I want your cock inside me."

And he smiles— won, lost, who knows anymore. "There she is."

The next events are truly hazy. All you can remember is that he's close, closer than he's been in months, in you and stuck to you, snapping his hips against yours while your legs are up and jelly, bunched up in his arms while you hold strong against the wall.

The world is mush of thought, tongue, and messy kisses that are more spit and moan between your familiar, favourite cock driving into you again and again. A steady, almost sweetly, rock of his hips driving into that spongy, hard part of you that makes your toes curl and the pleasure to overwhelm. There's sweat and there are tender presses of his lips on your face when you both calm down, almost too sweetly, too needy for the Aegon that you know.

But every time you're about to come down from that high, he's rocking into you again, squeezing your thighs, your tits, using the mess of your cum and his to rub against your clit, and you're gone again.

The pleasure, driven again and again, wipes your memory of the more tender words he murmurs against your skin.

"L-love you so much, baby, god, you don't know how much I've missed you."

"You cumming again? T-that's a good girl, so sweet f'me, fuck, so good."

You don't know how you got to the room the morning, but you're dry and clean and the morning is stale but not head pounding. And you wake up alone, no trace of Aegon at all.

If it wasn't for the trail of bruised kisses against your throat, the throbbing between your legs, full of shared cum when you dip a finger in— you could've said he was nothing more than a ghost of the past, a pretty little dream.

Hooking up with your ex ends with a toughened heart, too empty to cry as you read a message from him.

BLOCK HIM: i'm sorry.

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 6 - Crimson Riot?!

Summary: Eijirou is too busy fawning over Crimson Riot.

Warnings: Swear words, Eijirou makes one kinky comment

First Chapter Ko-Fi Master List

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She’s so close. Oh my god. She’s so pretty. Those plump lips, the slight blush on her cheeks… how is he supposed to resist?

He knows Y/N said this was a date but he’s still sure she’d meant that as a joke. It was just teasing. She still called Kirishima her homoerotic buddy by the end of the day, so clearly, he’s still in the hubby zone.

He should be happy for getting a kiss on his cheeks. He should be thankful…

Okay, Y/N is clearly aiming for his lips but maybe, that’s just his wishful thinking.

He’ll just… wait it out, he guesses. He slowly closes his eyes, letting faith choose the path for him and certainly, it does; Y/N’s door opens up from the inside. Kirishima respectfully almost shits his pants.

“Did you forget how to open your own door, you silly sausage?” A cheery old man with Crimson hair crackles teasingly. “… oh. Oh!”

Well, that’s what Kirishima’s also thinking. Oh. This relic is a bit too big to fit into a box; Kirishima thinks as he looks at the man in front of him who looks 100% like Crimson Riot.

Kirishima’s also sure it’s illegal to keep people in boxes. Except if they want to be kept in a box. But why would they live in a box willingly?

“What the fuck are you doing here, Uncle?!”

Oh, it’s just her uncle. The loaded one who owns the flat. It makes sense. Crimson Riot was one of the best heroes of his era so he certainly managed to get his hands on enough money to keep him and his family well fed for as long as he lives and probably even after. Makes sense indeed.

Makes… sense.

Okay, wait. So this man, possibly Crimson Riot himself, just opened Y/N’s door and she called him her uncle. That means…

“Crimson Riot is… your uncle?!” Eijirou yells and there is a palm on his mouth the second after.

“Don’t fucking yell, you himbo!” Y/N sighs, clearly aggravated by Kirishima’s stupidity and to be honest, Kirishima is quite used to get this look every day so he doesn’t even flinch. He’s a bit dumb. He knows it. He’s okay with it. “Why the fuck are you here, uncle?! You just ruined my plans!”

“Ahh, honey, I’m sorry to say this but I’m quite sure the mood is ruined anyway so we might as well have a little chat. I’m quite sure Red Riot-kun is more than happy to tell me what does he want from my one and only niece I’m willing to kill for if I need to.”

Kirishima’s blood freezes in his veins. This is too much to take in for his little bird brain. Okay, let’s focus. One thing at a time. One thing… at a time.

“Are you really…” He lowers his voice into a whisper. “Crimson Riot?”

Y/N facepalms herself. He has no idea what he had done wrong this time. Like, bro… can you really blame him for that question? He was already all over the place thanks to the fact that he was on a not-a-date with his new favorite person and now that favorite person turns out to be Crimson Riot’s niece? Eijirou is having an out of body experience. He swears he can see his soul leaving his body as he stares at the old man he’s been worshipping for decades now.

“Yes… I was Crimson Riot when I was a hero. Now, I’m just uncle Riot. Okay, son?”

Kirishima cries manly tears. This is the best day of his life.

~•🪨•~

“So now that we are settled, can you please tell me what are your plans with my little girl?”

Uncle Riot asks. Well, that’s easy.

“I…” Nevermind. It’s not.

What are Kirishima’s plans with her? Honestly, not much. He knows he’ll never have the balls to confess to her. He knows he’s not enough for such a perfect woman anyway, so… “I like spending time with her. She’s the manliest woman I’ve ever met.”

Uncle Riot rolls his eyes and looks at Y/N questionably. She sighs.

“We were on a date and if it’s not for you he would be my boyfriend by now, so fucking thank you for the cockblock.”

Okay, what the fuck. Kirishima has no idea what’s going on and why is Y/N lying about their relationship but if that’s what she wants, he will just roll with it. He doesn’t even need to lie to be able to do that.

“To be fair, I was about to kiss her goodbye in the doorway, then you opened the door and… well… not like I mind, sir! I’m actually so thrilled to meet you, can I ask a few questions?” Kirishima rambles, embarrassment already forgotten.

“I thought you want to have some alone time?” Crimson Riot smirks knowingly but Kirishima is too excited to even think about cheeky things.

“That can wait!” He spurts out and he can’t even finish the sentence before he gets a fist in the stomach.

“Oi!” Y/N yells, clearly offended. Kirishima gives her his best apologetic face, puppy eyes and all, and Y/N only sighs at that. “Only if you stay for the night.” Y/N whispers into her ears, and oh boy, his whole face must be as red as his hair. Stay… for the night?! Like a sleepover? With the prettiest angel in the whole universe?! Kirishima is so fucked.

“Uhm… okay?”

“Good boy.” Y/N kisses his temple with a smirk and Kirishima descends to another planet. He really liked being called a good boy. Is that weird? Kinky? His little fella between his legs says it’s the latter. Oh no.

~•🪨•~

You are so done with this bozo. Yes, you said you are okay with Kirishima staying over to talk to your uncle for a while but it has been hours, you need to go to bed in a few minutes and the red headed idiot - the younger one - can’t fucking shut up. Even your uncle looks uncomfortable at this point, probably having PTSD from all the times he’s been interrogated before. Yet here is the himbo, his non-existent tail wiggling from excitement as he asks questions after questions like it’s his fucking job.

By the look of it, you’ll go to bed alone. You are actually about to cry from how disappointed you are.

“I’m going to bed. I have an early shift tomorrow.”

Your voice is so lovelorn it’s actually ridiculous.

It’s just… you had this all planned out. You wanted to kiss him in the hallway then ask him to come in, cuddle on the sofa then maybe… share the bed after. You can’t believe it’s almost midnight and none of your attempts to kiss him worked. Is he even interested in you? You really thought it’s obvious that this was a date. He gave you a ring and promised he’ll be yours, yet here is, fangirling over “fucking old man Crimson Riot” instead of being with you. It just… hurts.

“What’s wrong, Angel?” Red asks and your stupid heart almost leaps out of your chest from the pet name. Your uncle takes one good look at you and slowly makes his way to the door with an apologetic smile on his face.

“I… just remembered something. I need to go. Sorry, son! I’ll see you soon, I’m sure of it.” That stupid old man winks at you as he sneaks out of the door. There was no fucking need for that. No fucking need.

“There is spare bedding in the chest of drawers next to the sofa.” You mutter and make your way towards your bedroom and for your surprise, Eijirou doesn’t even bother to come after you.

You take a deep breath and grab your pajamas from the bed then make your way to the bathroom to shower and brush your teeth. When you are done you take a peek to the sofa; Eijirou looks so fucking sad you start to feel terrible for being an absolute bitch to him just because he didn’t give you all his attention for once.

“Hey, himbo.” You half-whisper into the silence and Eijirou looks up right away.

“I don’t know what I did wrong, but I’m sorry.”

Oh my fucking god, how can he be so cute?!

You move closer the sofa and crouch down in front of him. You are done with this game. Just… done.

“You’ve done nothing wrong. I just love to be in the center of attention.” You admit sheepishly, your hand caressing his cheek, because you can’t behave yourself. Eijirou melts into the touch and pushes his cheek into your palm then turns so he can leave a kiss on your fingers, slow and so-so loving it almost makes you cry.

“Crimson Riot is the only person who can steal my attention from you.” He admits, and you can’t help but giggle at that.

“That was a really backhanded compliment, Ei.” You smile as your thumb caresses the skin under his eyes. There’s a lot of tension in the air but not the unpleasant kind; it’s like you are both waiting for something, but none of you know how to actually make the first step. “So what do I need to do to gain your attention, Red?”

“Don’t tease me…” he looks down into his lap with tears in his eyes. It breaks your heart.

“Ei… I’m not teasing you.” You stroke his cheek again. You can’t help but take a peek at his pretty lips, slowly closing the remaining distance as you speak. “I want to know. I don’t want you to take your eyes off me. I’m being selfish.”

“You can have all my attention. All of it.” Eijirou whispers, so close to your mouth it lips actually tingle from his breath. Fuck it. Just fuck it.

“No, it’s not enough.” You finally close the remaining distance and kiss him right on the mouth. You stay there for a few seconds, savoring the taste, the texture, the softness, then move away with your heart in your throat. You did it. Oh my god, you kissed him. And it was amazing. Oh god, you are so in love with this himbo. “Good night, hubby. See you in the morning.” You smile at his dumbstruck face. Red Riot.exe has stopped working, clearly. “I put a new toothbrush out for you. The red one is yours.” You can’t help but barge back for another little peck before you run into your room with a massive blush on your face.

It’s done. It’s official. You made your intentions clear as a day and he didn’t say no. You make a new note in your calendar for today called “anniversary” then you yell into your pillow, like a proper adult.

~•🪨•~

“So she tried to kiss you several times during your DATE.” Katsuki mutters.

“That’s not what I said!” He retorts right away but his best friend does not listen.

“Then you proposed with a ring from the vending machine and she said yes.”

“I didn’t propose!”

“Oh sorry, you told her you’ll marry her.” Katsuki looks at Kirishima with pure incredulity. “Then she invited you to her flat and told her uncle you two are a thing.”

“You are not listening, Katsuki!” Kirishima yells with a red face. “Why are we not talking about Crimson Riot?! He’s the uncle! Crimson Riot! Katsuki! Focus!”

“You focus! She fucking kissed you on the mouth TWICE, Shitty hair, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?!” Katsuki is absolutely out his mind by now, he’s yelling like a maniac, his eyes dark and menacing, and you swear there are fresh claw marks on his desk where his hands are right now.

“She’s not my girlfriend! I swear!” He’s about to cry. What does he not understand?! Yeah, she kissed him. On the mouth. But maybe Y/N is just really affectionate with his homosexual buddies (hubbies). There are some countries where people kiss on the mouth. Or at least he thinks.

“No, she’s fucking not, because she’s your fiancé, you absolute idiot!”

“Eijirou, I love you to death but you are an absolute himbo… a himbo with a fiancé.” Katsuki’s girlfriend looks up from her paperwork. He can’t believe these two.

“She’s blood related to Crimson Riot! That’s just… inappropriate! No! I’m done with this conversation!”

“She made you a home-made fucking bento at 5 fucking AM in the morning! The carrots are fucking heart shaped!” Katsuki continues to yell, but Kirishima is done with this conversation. “HEART SHAPED, KIRISHIMA!”

No one understands him. No one.

~•🪨•~

It has been a week since you and Eijirou became a couple. You wear the ring every day, showing it off proudly, especially, when customers try to chat you up. You love how their face pale when you tell them that you are actually engaged.

He comes to see you every single morning, buys his usual coffee and gets a little kiss on his mouth as a bonus. Eijirou barely kisses back but he’s a shy boy, so that’s fine; he’ll eventually get used to it - You’ll make sure to kiss him loads on your date, and maybe by the end of the night he’ll actually kiss you back… and maybe, he’ll stay the night and kiss you even more. Ahh, a girl can dream. Eijirou has no idea how absolutely gorgeous he is but that’s why you like him so much; he makes you feel like a teenager again, naive and lovesick and well… he also makes you feel really hot in inappropriate places.

No one can blame you, though. Red Riot has the body of a god and he’s sweet and so innocent you just want to ruin him until the monster in him comes to the surface and devours you in whole, but it’s too much too soon so you try your best to behave yourself and keep the kisses chaste because there is no fucking way you will be able to stop once that kiss deepens.

It’s quite silly how stressed you are about being proper when it comes to this thing even though you are literally engaged to the guy.

Having sex after the first date? Hell no.

Getting engaged on it? Hell yes.

If this keeps going this way you’ll end up having your first night after the wedding.

Hell, maybe you’ll get eloped in a random chapel on your second date.

The weirdest thing is, that you wouldn’t even mind doing that.

You feel really silly to call something so fresh “love” but you are old enough to know the difference between a crush and pure, wholehearted affection. Eijirou is everything you’ve always wanted in life; he’s kind and genuine, a person who’s not ashamed of having emotions, who’s not ashamed to cry, to be angry, to be unapologetically himself, even if people laugh at him for being like that. He’s kind to a fault but that’s even more reason for you to stay by his side; you’ll make sure that no one can break his fragile heart, you’ll make sure he’s the happiest himbo in the whole wide world.

“I can hear the wedding bells!” Your boss teases with a smile, but you can’t even get mad at her.

“Me too, boss, me too.”

The silence speaks volumes.

… Next Chapter!

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[tilthedayidice]

Hey welcome back to my BG3 Hot Takes

While I have your attention, here's a cool site to help Palestine, all you gotta do is click it daily.

This session was inspired by @lipsie, gettin me ttalkin way too much. Yes I am aware that the tadpole changes things, and they have to make it balanced for the game blah blah blah- let a bitch complain.

Screenshots sourced from the Baldur's Gate 3 Wiki

Gale is the only character I feel is spec'd correctly, He's smart but fiuckin stupid, he has autism rizz, mam could not lift any box you asked him to, the only reason his constitution is 13 is because he's been dealing with the Orb and he's used to it by now.

Karlach should start with 20 strength and you CANNOT convince me otherwise, her charisma should be higher also, she's a ball of sunshine and could put the fear of god into anyone, and the line "Gods I wanna ride you til you see stars" will never leave my brain. Give this bitch a 15. She do be a little dumb I'll give you that.

Shadowheart is just funny to me, How can her wisdom be a 17 when she's been cloistered away for so long? Her wisdom is only a 17 in ONE SPECIFIC SUBJECT, a subject where she's forced to give up her memories. Memories are where we get our wisdom. Wisdom is gained through lived experiences, I'd give you the 17 for endgame Shart, but not start of game Shart. I'll take the 8 CHA cause she's a bitch (said with love, me too babe) but she knows enough to get what and where she wants so I think we should nudge it up to like 10.

Lae'zel.... I think it's unfair to put Lae'zel's intelligence at 10. Her wisdom being low, yeah i get that she's been cloistered away in a society that believes its the only way, it's all she knows. But intelligence? No. She might know much about Faeruns culture and people, but she knows EVERYTHING about the stars. And there's far more of that than there will ever be of Faerun. She's the funniest person we know, give her 9 CHA.

Wyll my beloved, do you airbrush those abs on? Do you wake up every morning and contour them? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU DO!!!!!!!!! SO WHO'S THE ASS WHO DECIDED YOUR STRENGHT WAS A FUCKIN 8??????? THE BLADE OF FRONTIERS SHOULD HAVE AT LEAST A 13. He deserve a 15 but I know they won't give it to him. Lipsie and I were talking about him and they're right, WHEN WE DUMP THE BITCH HE SHOULD RESPEC INTO BARD.

Astarion..... oh Astarion.... you're such a disaster. Such a wet cat of a man. Such a pathetic little mew mew. I shit on him a lot, but I do really love his character and development lol. LESS STR MAKE HIM WEAK, he has been starved and living off rats and shame, he can have his measly 8 AFTER he drinks... uh "Thinking" Blood. His CHA being 10 is perfect actually no notes. I personally think his actual INT should be lower, not too much lower, maybe 11/12, I knooooow he was a magistrate, but you can't tell me he's not giving himbo... no what was that word on the meme graph? Himbim? Himbim.

Halsin.......... 10 STR? 10?!?!?!?! You built him LIKE THAT and give him 10 STR?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!? What in the nine hells...... Weaker than Karlach of course, but 10????? Give that man 15 at least 8 INT???????????? 8???????? LARIAN WHY DO YOU HATE HIM???? Is it because he isn't Gale? Mans has been studying the mindflayers on his own, he's been studying the shadow curse... on his own. HE'S A MASTER HEALER?!?!?! AN ARCHDRUID?!?!?!?!?!?!? That takes time, study, and dedication. You wanna assign him himbo so bad. He's just a whole well rounded man with autism,. (Not a dig on himbos, quite literally my favorite genre of Man). This is just 'cause he fucks isn't it.

Minthara she's so much smarter than Larian gives her credit for. While I agree with the WIS, that's more a product of being so closed off, Her INT is much higher. I'd give her a 14? She cunning, just because it's used for Evil deeds doesn't mean she hasn't been she hasn't put a lot of thought into her work. She lived in Menzoberranzan for Gods' sake. She had to be smart or be killed?!? She's said so on multiple occasions! Just because she's Evil aligned doesn't mean she not smart. (She's just as smart as our average Bear according to Larian)

Minsc...... First off let me say that I love that they chose this image. A Bad Bitch. Anyways, anyone who doesn't find that dumb happy face charming is either lying or literally has a stick up their ass.... 12 CHA. Also why is he so weak? I know he isn't like actually weak... but mans chunked that mimic? Let him have 14.

Jaheira I'll give you the 10 STR, she's complained about her knees like three times in my most recent session. 8 INT? So what I'm getting here.... is anyone not an origin character is just baseline 8? Lazy. Especially considering she was ALREADY GIVEN STATS IN TWO PREVIOUS GAMES. In both BG1 and BG2 she has an intelligence of 10, and if anything she's only gotten smarter over time. I wasn't gonna do this... but left is 1 right is 2.

15, 14, 17, 10, 14, 15, and 15, 17, 17, 10, 14, 15

Make it make sense. I know she's old at this point, but in my game she killed Sarevok again so idk man.

Rip me apart in the notes ;)

But do it nicely...

[chronicgossip]

Hypnovember Day 11 - Switch 18+

Based on @nonexistent-1 hypnovember list (I'm starting late oopsie)

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You were having that weird dream again. The one where your teacher is breeding you over his desk. They started a couple of weeks ago, but you've never even had sex before, so why the sudden crazed sex dreams? Amidst the louds moans, a beeping sound peristed, getting louder, and louder, and LOUDER.

You awoke with a start to hear your alarm screaming at you. When you turned over, you almost shit yourself. You where SO LATE!!! You got dressed as quickly as possible and sprinted from your dorms to the lecture hall.

When you sheepishly shuffled into class, your teacher, Mr. Stein, was writing something on the board. You had almost made it to your seat when he turned around and loudly said, "Ah, Miss y/n, nice of you to join us. If you're going to waste my time, I'll waste yours. See me after class, please." He then resumed his teachings. Your face was bright red as you sat down. Not just from embarrassment, but also from arousal.

Mr. Steven Stein was a HUNK. Muscular, broad shoulders, thick salt and pepper hair, the bone structure of a god, almost every girl on campus blushed when he came around. There was something so intoxicating about him. The spot between your legs was warming up like crazy, and you couldn't concentrate on what he was saying for the entire class.

When he finally dismissed everyone, you hung around by his desk. Once the room was empty, he beckoned you forward.

"Y/N, this is the 4th time you've been late this semester. I'm getting worried. You're grades are dropping and if this keeps up, you might have to drop the class."

You nodded, not really knowing what to say. All you could focus on was his husky voice and the way his eyes bore into you.

"Y/N, are you listening?" He stood up and came close to you. So close. Everything about him was utterly intoxicating.

"Of course you're not. You're just a dumb whore aren't you?"

"Wait, what?" This shocked you out of your trance. Dumb whore? Where did that come from?

"Oh, right I haven't turned you on yet." Before you could protest, he gently pressed the space between your brows. Instantly, it felt like your brain was melting away. All your worries slid right off, replaced by intense arousal.

"Look at you. You're such a good girl, so ready to please your master."

"Yes yes of course Master." You found yourself undressing as quickly as possible. When you looked down, you realized you were wearing red, lacy lingerie. You had no memory of putting it on this morning, but you didn't care at all right now.

"Drop." With that simple command, you quickly fell to your knees with your mouth open. Mr. Stein unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His cock was so hard already, massive and throbbing. A small part of your brain didn't think it could possibly fit in your mouth, but you quickly took it down to the hilt. Clearly, you'd done this many times before.

Eagerly, you sucked on his dick like it was your last meal. You just loved hearing his praise, calling you his good little slut. It made you so happy to do your job right. You're only purpose in this world was to please Master.

Soon, he started thrusting into your mouth faster and faster, his groans becoming louder and louder. He gripped your hair and shoved his cock into your throat as hard as he could, unloading so much cum. You swallowed it all, loving the taste.

"Get up." You stood up shyly. This was your favorite part.

He spun you around and slammed you onto his desk, your ass up. He slapped your ass, hard, causing you to moan and spread your legs wider.

"God you're so wet. You're such a fucking slut. You shouldn't even be in college, you're just a cum dump." He started thrusting his fingers into you at a slow, torturous rate. When you tried grinding back to get more friction, he slapped your ass again and told you to behave. After a couple of minutes, he took his fingers out and you whined.

"Such an impatient whore. Is this what you want?" You could feel the head of his cock sliding up and down your slit.

"Yes please Master, please please please I've been such a good girl please give me your cock!" You begged loudly, tearing up with how badly you needed his cock inside of you.

"Since you asked so nicely." With that, he braced his hands on either side of you and thrust his whole dick inside of you in 1 smooth go. You gasped loudly, arching your back for more.

He grabbed a handful of your hair, leaning over you and whispering into your ear while he continued to thrust hard.

"God you're such a slut. You're my little slut, my little teachers pet. You're so fucking stupid, you're gonna fail my class if you don't keep fucking me. I'm gonna breed your cunt over and over again, you stupid slut."

You couldn't keep your moans down. God he was so fucking hot. Master knew exactly what you were, a massive slut. That's why he was fucking you. It's what you deserved. The heat in your womb built continuously as his thrusts became sloppier. The sound of your arousal was almost as loud as your moans. You realized you were drooling, but you didn't care. All you cared about was helping Master cum.

He was speeding up and you could feel your own orgasm coming on. Your voice echoed around the empty lecture hall as you came hard, your cunt pulsing around Masters cock.

Your orgasm brought Master over the edge as he came inside of you. Warmth filled your womb, and you sighed happily. He layed on top of you for a couple of minutes, recovering. Eventually, he started lazily thrusting back into you, eliciting quiet moans from you. Clearly, this day was far from over.

[safetycar-restart]

okay so all i can think about rn for corruption kink is like poly!vr46 like you and bezz teaching the omegas on how to get through their heats if you guys for some reason can’t be there. like you’re all curled up in the nest and one of the pups just starts grinding against you because he needs help and he’s just so horny and wants his alpha to fix it and make it better.

corruption kink also lowkey fits sub!oscar like he’s just so subby and doesn’t know what to do and he just wants his dom to help him but she’s far away for some reason so he facetimes her and is like help meeeeeee. so she teaches him how over the phone?

i don’t know it’s all just kinda brain rot atm but have a good day!

🔙🦴anon

Listen if this is your idea of brainrot then please continue because oh my god this is great. I’m gonna discuss each of these ideas, because of course.

POLY!VR46:

(For context, this is an au we discuss sometimes where Bez and reader are alphas and the rest of the academy are all omegas. You start off just dating Bez but slowly you and Bez kinda become the joint alphas for the entire academy)

So firstly, Bez would be SO into the idea of corrupting his cute omega pack mates. He LOVES wrecking them, isnt finished with them until they’re covered in cum and unable to remember their own names. So corruption kink? Absolutely.

I think it starts off pretty organically? Like you don’t plan it, but one day you and Bez are cuddling with Cele and discussing when Cele’s next heat is. You both realise that while you’ll try your best to get there, there’s a genuine chance Cele might have to spend the first day or two on his own.

And he is NOT pleased with this at all. Especially not because just the week before you and Bez had tagged teamed and fucked Pecco silly during his heat. Cele wants the same!!!

You try to reassure him that you’ll be there as soon as you can and remind him that he can look after himself. Bez pipes up then, telling Cele he can use dildos on himself and make himself cum over and over again.

Which of course gets Cele a little riled up and then suddenly you’ve got a whiney, pouty omega grinding against you and asking what he must do to himself. And Bez, the master of dirty talk, is more than happy to educate Cele on the things he can do, whispering absolute filth into his ear. While he does this, you move your hands to Cele’s hips and start directing his grinding, basically making him hump your thigh.

The poor thing leave a little puddle of slick on your thigh when he cums.

(And then a few days later you have all the other omegas demanding the same attention because they heard what you and Bez did to Cele)

SUB!OSCAR:

Yeah he’s such a subby baby!! He gets into this headspace where he just feels completely useless and dumb? And then even though he’s rock hard and more than capable of jerking himself off, he can’t!!! He’s too subby for that, all he can do it whine and huff and spam message you until you give in and FaceTime him.

The moment he answers, you’re greeted by a very pouty Oscar. His hair is a mess and his lips are bright red from how he’s been biting them.

When you ask what’s wrong, he just mumbles “help me” and then unceremoniously flips the camera so you can see the bulge in his boxers. You get it then, he’s all subby and very unhappy there’s no one around to play with his cock.

You tell him that you’ll help him, that he can make himself feel good if he just listens to you. At first he’s uncertain, not liking the idea of doing any of it himself but you promise him that he just needs to listen to you, he won’t have to think at all.

You ‘teach’ him how to hump a pillow, which is something you’ve had him do so many times before but you know he’d get all whiney and unhappy if you didn’t give him precise instructions and act like he’s never done this before.

He sounds so shocked when he tries and it feels good? He babbles on and on about how good it feels and thanks you for showing him and promises he’s being a good boy.

(Arguably good boys don’t spam you until you call them and then show you their cock unprompted but oh well, at least he’s cute)

[c3ec3es-findings]

October 2nd -

Ok, this is getting ridiculous! I’ve tried to bury this book, burn it, and throw it into the lake, but it still comes back! This isn’t funny anymore! What the heck is going on!? I can’t sleep, and I keep humming that song under my breath!

- To Summon... there’s a big hand print on the page… its… in… that red stuff again, with the little bill guy in the palm

- I shouldn’t do this

- “Place your hand on the right page, clear your mind, and repeat the words.”

- This is so dumb

- “It's Time To Get Weird?”

- Nothing happened

- Nothing happened, of course nothing happened

- I hear my uncle calling me downstairs

_ Is he laughing?

_ I hear... laughing

- why do I hear laughing!?

- WHAT IS THAT THING!?

- I haven’t been waiting an eternity to meet this guy! I haven’t been waiting for anything!? How does he know me!?

- Stop laughing!

- OH MY GOD! EW! EW EW EW!

- Yes! Yes, that's exactly what I think! You’re not real! This isn’t happening!

- Ok!? What does eventually dying have to do with anything!?

- McGucket? The scientist that lives on the top of the hill?

- A favor…?

- What does he mean? What kind of favor?

- No

- NO WAY, I AM NOT DOING A FAVOR FOR SOME CRAZY YELLOW DORITO! NO WAY! I’M GOING TO PAGE 77!

- Where are the pages? I don’t understand!

- DANG IT!

- Fine… I’ll turn the page…

- Is that Goosebumps?

- Is that a romance novel? Ew, who would wanna kiss this guy?

- Press my thumb against it? My blood? … Ok…?

- I don’t feel very good

- LICK THE PAGE!? I’M NOT LIKING ANYTHING! EW!

_ A HUMAN SPINE!? MY SOUL!? BEES!?

- I licked HUMAN BRAIN MATTER!?

- About me?

- Huh…

- “Bill (noun) The most important triangle in history; your new best friend, life coach, death couch, overlord, style consultant, mentor, mental case, mastermind, and mind master?”

- Oh, this must be the first code!

WKH JXB ZKR ZULWHV WKH FRGHV

- Maybe it's backwards?

- Lets see

VHGRF WKH VHWLUZ RKZ BXJ KHW

- Nope, that's not it

- Maybe there’s numbers somewhere?

- I’ll look it up later

- “A little fella?”

- I have a feeling you are much more than that

- Seeing as you just stole my blood to make a flippin’ BOOK

- An interview?

- No, no, I’m good I don’t wanna know anything about you

- Maybe 77 is something I should look up?

- Emergency code 77: "The threat of a possible ambush?"

Ok, this has been too much. I’m just gonna turn in and put this book under my bed and hope it doesn’t burn a hole through the floorboards. I’ll write more findings tomorrow.

[catboybiologist]

Random actual vent that is probably more venty than my usual random little things, but occasionally I have to step back and think how asinine the salary system for PhD students can sound to people outside of academia. I really just want to like... lay it on the table, because it really is fucking dumb and I occasionally want validation that its fucking dumb.

Note that this is all coming from a traditional lab sciences, in the US perspective. Also, I'm really fucking ADHD and have a really, really shitty brain for bureacracy, so this is a rant and isn't really intended to be informative and might be wrong in places, its just me word vomiting.

Let's start with something straight off the bat- grad school isn't really school. It's work that creates value for the university, and you happen to take one or two courses on the side that the university has determined will make you better at that work (your mileage may vary). It's an entry level job, essentially. You create value for the university in one of two ways- you either contribute to research that gets them grant money, or you teach undergrads that pay tuition. We'll get back to how that affects you later, but first lets talk about something else: what the university claims they pay you vs what you actually get paid.

On paper, my income is approximately 3 times as much as my actual, take home income. There's two reasons for this. The first is that I am technically charged tuition by the central university, which is then immediately paid off by the source of my income. In official job titles, that's technically included in what you're getting paid, although most universities don't even bother advertising that. The other confounding factor is that you're literally always considered part time. The exact % time varies depending on your exact schedule, and of course your university, but its actually weirdly consistent even between universities. Technically, the work you do on your thesis isn't "work", and the university doesn't technically pay you to do it. Even though the work you do on your thesis literally generates revenue for the university in the form of grant overhead. But we'll get to that. If you're a researcher for a given appointment term, you're expected to also do research activities that are unconnected to your thesis- which is ridiculous, because there's no lab in existence where the work isn't all interconnected in some way.

Half time appointments are common, but lots of different percentages exist.

So, if you ever see a figure that says that a grad student position is paid at about $80k a year, that's whats going on. The highest take-home income I have EVER heard of in the US for PhD students is $54k, at Stanford neuroscience. I think its a bit higher now, but that at least gets you a ballpark. Most STEM PhD students on the high cost of living coasts are paid 30-40k ish, and in cheaper areas you can expect to take 5k off of that. These are for degrees that usually make six figures on the job market.

And then there's the other convoluted problem- the source of the funding. This is where the academia salary model really has a unique brand.

Basically, when you're a PhD student, you're not working one job for the full 5-7 years. You're constantly flipping between job titles within the university, and who exactly is paying you changes as a result.

The most basic distinction is researcher vs teaching assistant. TA is easy- you work "part time" (but oh my god those workloads are not part time sometimes [although the class I'm TAing now is very chill so its w/e][fuck you molecular genetics at my master's uni tho]), and the department you're teaching for pays for your tuition and your salary as a result.

Researcher is a bit weirder. Basically, each lab is conducted as its own independent financial unit, managed by a Principle Investigator (PI, or to any grad student, the professor/boss/research advisor/liege/monarch/authority of the lab). The PI is constantly writing lab wide grants to supply the core funding of the lab, including the salary of the grad students. Grants can be pretty general, but there are also very specific ones that check in how the money is being spent. These include training grants/fellowships/tbh the name is arbitrary for a lot of these. Those are grants that are written to supply the salary of a specific grad student.

Couple things to note- the university charges the PI in a lot of ways on this. Notably:

They charge tuition on every grad student, as mentioned previously, which under a researcher appointment is paid from the PI to the university.

They charge overhead on grants- basically, they take money out of every grant the PI gets.

If the previous two sources aren't enough, oftentimes universities will pay rent on the amount of building space a lab takes up (although this is very inconsistent between universities)

Researcher appointments are considered favorable to teaching appointments, because they mean you can spend more of your time on your thesis. But, its dependent on whether your PI has the funding to pay you all that, which is a big if. So, every quarter or semester or year or however much your university decides to renegotiate it, you essentially switch jobs, in a way. Obviously its a lot more simple and streamlined than actually switching jobs, but your title, responsibility, source of income, and sometimes your actual pay changes constantly.

And to anyone who has been through a PhD, you're nodding along like this is all the basic stuff, because all this is so NORMAL. Like this is all the normal system, and this is the bare basics of it as well. And it's weird that it's normal, right? Like, most of my career has been tied to academia, so I don't have a fantastic benchmark for this, but this isn't how it works outside of academia like... at all.

Over the course of late last year and bleeding into this year, multiple graduate student unions have had strikes or negotiations regarding pay scale, but its been a very difficult situation for the average grad student to untangle because of how weird the source of pay is. Because technically, even though you functionally work a single, salaried job with slightly changing obligations, what's happening behind the scenes is that you're essentially hopping between jobs every couple of months. In an ideal system, those jobs always have the same pay, but that's increasingly becoming not the case. Sometimes that means getting paid more overall, sometimes slightly less. Union negotiations have made this pay slightly higher overall, but its still a mess of a system.

And obviously, there's paperwork associated with so many of these steps.

So in my last post, when I said "getting a grant", that was what I was referring to- applying for training grants that will guarantee that I don't have to teach extra or get extra money from my PI for the time I'm here. I'd love to get more teaching experience, but ofc I want to do it when I want to, not when I have to. I'm applying for multiple training grants over the next couple of months that will hopefully fund my salary specifically, and hopefully I'll get at least one of them. And tbh, I don't even care that much about teaching, I more want them because it'll dramatically simplify all this for me.

I love what I do to death, but untangling this shit is what gives me imposter syndrome more than anything. I think my arrogant streak shows when I can genuinely say that I've never felt imposter syndrome based on my scientific knowledge. I have felt it over two things- my motivation/productivity (which is a different rant entirely), and the fact that I am really, really bad at untangling the level of bureaucracy required to just... exist here. Just give me my fucking paycheck and let me do my science, and tell me when you want me to teach.

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Maze Runner Chapter eighteen

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You're woken by Mai Mai licking at your face. Newt gently turns the tiger away and you realise you're resting in his lap. His big brown eyes meet yours and he smiles.

“Good morning sweetheart.”

You sit up and look around, Thomas was also just waking up and Brenda was sitting on a couch with a blanket over her legs. The man from the front was tied to a chair and the others stood around the room. Jorge punched the man.

“I suggest that you talk! You son of a bitch! Damn it!” Jorge growled.

“I'm sorry… you're going to have to leave my house.”the man coughed.

“Looks like you've been having fun. Listen. I don't enjoy hurting you. Where is the Right Arm, Marcus?”

“Wait, this is Marcus?” Thomas stands up.

“The kid catches on quick. Are you the brains

of the operation?” The man you now knew was Marcus said.

“I know you know where they're hiding. So you tell me, and I'll make you a deal. You can come with us.” Jorge explained.

“I burned that bridge a long time ago. Besides, I made my own deal. You're the one who taught me, never miss an opportunity.” he laughed.

“What's he talking about?” Newt asks.

“I'm talking about supply and demand. WICKED wants all the Immunes they can get. I help provide that for them. So I lure the kids in, they get drunk, they have a good time. And then, later, WICKED comes in… they separate the wheat from the chaff.” Marcus explained, laughing again. He ignores the blood running down his face.

“I changed my mind, hermano. I do enjoy hurting you.” Jorge kicks the chair Marcus is tied to over and pulls his gun out. “Talk! Talk!”

“Okay! Jesus! But I'm not making any promises. These guys like to move around. They have an outpost in the mountains but it's a long way away. You got half of WICKED on your ass. You're never gonna make it.” Marcus coughs out.

“Not on foot. Where's Bertha?” It was Jorge's turn to smile.

You all pile into the car. It's a little cramped, even with Mai Mai in the trunk with Frypan. You sat on Newt's lap in the front seat, Brenda beside you with Minho, Aris, Thomas and Teresa in the back. The drive was actually nice. You all had a new set of supplies you had taken from Marcus. There was a nice breeze blowing through the car that cooled off the hot sun and it felt nice to be close to Newt again. There was a jovial air amongst your party that eased you all. Jorge drove along a road that led up the mountainside.

He stopped the car and you all tumbled out. There were a number of cars abandoned on the road.

“Well, I guess we're on foot.” he announced the obvious to you. As you walk it feels too quiet to you and apprehension tickles your nerves.

Thomas notices a bullet hole in a car windscreen, he brings his fingers up to it and a bullet whizzes past him. You all rush to hide behind the cars. Mai Mai pushes you and Newt against a car covering you with her long body. You clutch your arm to your chest and Newt sees you. The foreign stops and it goes quiet until you hear a female voice talking to Thomas and Jorge, a rifle pointed at them.

���On your feet, let's go!” The two women call you all over to them and you step forward with your arms up. The woman with the dreadlocks lowers her gun.

“Oh my god Aris?” She pulls her mask off.

“Oh my god, Harriet?” Aris rushed past you all and grabbed the woman. She was no older than any of you. The other girl pulled her mask off and ran over.

“Sonya.” Aris hugged her as well.

“Aris you're lucky we didn't shoot your dumb ass.” The blonde laughed.

“What's happening?” Minho asked.

“We were in the maze together.” Aris explained. Harriet used her fingers to send out a loud whistle.

“We're clear guys, come on out!” She shouted.

“Copy that, all clear.” A man's voice called back. Looking around the mountain tops you see several people standing up with weapons.

“Whoa.” You breathe out.

The two girls show you all up through the mountain to a set of cars.

“Err the tiger will have to go-”

“She stays with me.” You say leaving no chance for an argument.

“Sure.” Harriet gives you a tight grin and shows you to the second car. Mai Mai jumps in with you and Newt. They drive you to the main base. It's a series of tents and a hive of work. Easily over a hundred people were scattered around the base. Delicious food was being cooked nearby and you could hear laughter, genuine happy laughter.

“Where's Vince?” Sonya asked one of the men who pointed to his left.

“Whose Vince?” Thomas asked.

“He's the one that decides if you get to stay.” Harriet replied.

“I thought the right arm was supposed to be an army.” Thomas said.

“Yeah, we were. This is all that's left of us. Lot of good people died getting us this far. Who are they?” A man with blonde hair and a rough tired face stepped up to your group.

“They're Immunes. Caught 'em coming up the mountain.” Harriet explained.

“Did you check 'em?”

“I know this guy, Aris. I trust him.” She pointed at him.

“Well, I don't. Check 'em.”

Just as the other men were coming close to check you all Brenda gasped for air and fell forward, collapsing on the floor.

“Brenda! Brenda!” Jorge and Thomas jumped to her.

“What's going on?” Vince asks.

“Brenda! Brenda. Brenda, talk to me.” Jorge pulls Brenda on to his lap and holds her.

“ I'm sorry. I'm sorry.” She sputters.

“What's going on with her?” Vince growled.

“I don't know. Brenda, are you all right? Brenda? Talk to me.” Jorge begins to cry. Vince steps up to them and pulls her trousers leg up exposing the posing wound.

“ What the hell?”

“Shit!”

“Crank! We got a Crank!”

Several.of the men draw their weapons and point them at Brenda.

“ No!” Thomas leaps in front of them, “Listen, okay? This just happened, okay?She's not dangerous yet.” He tries to explain.

“You shouldn't have brought her here!” Vince shouts.

“I know.”

“We let Cranks in here now, the safe haven doesn't last a week! Step back!” Vince moved his gun to point at Thomas.

“I understand, okay? I understand. Just listen. Please. Please, okay? I told her that you could help.”

“Okay? No.”

“There's got to be something you can do.” He implores them.

“Yeah, there is. I can put her out of her misery.” Vince moves forward aiming his pistol at Brenda once again.

“No! No!” You all shout at once. Vince grabs hold of Thomas.

“Vince, that's enough! Let him go. Let him go!” a woman pushed through the crowd over to Brenda and crouched beside her.

“She's infected, Doc. There's nothing we can do for her.” Vince said.

“No, but he can. Hello, Thomas.” The woman said with a soft smile.

“What?” Thomas took a step back, “You know me?”

“Interesting. It makes sense they'd put you in the maze. Though I must admit...I was worried they'd kill you after what you did.” She said.

“What I did?”

“The first time we spoke, you said you couldn't take it anymore, watching your friends die, one by one. The last time we spoke, you gave me the coordinates of every WICKED compound, trial and lab.”

“He was our source.” Vince realised.

“We couldn't have pulled all this off without him. Take her to the tent. Get these guys some warm clothes. Thomas, come on. I need to get some blood from you.” She said, You watched as they went into the med tent.

In the beginning, we were lost. Harriet and Sonya showed you all over to a tent where they issued you all with warmer coats. She leads Mai Mai over to the cook tent where she is given a large slab of meat.

Newt watches you, pressing his lips together.

“Y/n, can I talk to you?” He asks and you follow him back out of the tent and round one of the large rocks, blocking you from view of the others.

“What happened to your arm?” He asks abruptly.

“I don't know what you mean.” You say and instinctively pull your arm closer to yourself.

“Show me, please.” You can see the fear in his eyes and it melts you.

“Look it happened when Winston got hurt. One of the Cranks-”

“What?” He grabbed your arm and pulled back your sleeve, revealing the bite wound. It was clean and healing. Newt blinked a few times.

“What?” He says again.

“I guess I am immune.” You say, hoping it would lighten his mood.

“Y/n, why did you hide this from me?” he asks, running his thumb over the healing wound.

“I was frightened, I didn't want to turn into one of them. I didn't want you to see me like that. I figured if anything happened I could just sort it out myself.” You admit, holding back the tears that wanted to fall. Newt pulled your arm up to his face and kissed the wound.

“You don't have to go through anything alone anymore.” He took a breath, kissed your knuckles, “I love you, so I'll help you with anything that happens.” He took your other hand and pressed a soft kiss to your palm, “it killed me not knowing if you were alive before, Mai Mai had to drag me away from there when the building collapsed.” A tear fell from his eye as he looked at you.

“I'm sorry, Newt. I haven't been a very good girlfriend.” You try to make.a.joke and he chuckles.

“No, you've been terrible.” He laughs and pulls you closer by wrapping your arms around his neck, your faces now inches apart. You feel his breath fan out over you as he closes the space between you. Your body freezes for a second when his lips finally touch yours, until your body takes over and you melt into him. Newt holds you against the rock as he kisses you until you both have to draw back and breathe.

"I love you too, newt" your smile.

@fandomfan-102 @deanstolemydragon @afalls14universe @akilaporu001

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[citizen-zero]

god it is very hard work trying to not turn into a cranky old “kids these days” bitch and it is a conscious effort that goes into it this work. it’s not hard to be compassionate and empathetic to kids and teens and it’s not hard to give them healthy validation and it’s not hard to remember the general principle that every generation of kids goes through the same basic struggles and challenges that don’t get easier no matter how much new tech they have

but then you’ll encounter some youths giving absolutely brain rotted takes online about like sex and relationships and social issues and other things that they have little or no real world experience with and then it’s like holy shit you are so fucking dumb you don’t know what you’re talking about oh my god

but also you are mandated by Heaven to be a stupid fuck at this age, and I too was a stupid fuck at your age. I was even a stupid fuck about the same exact topics and issues. It seems an exercise worthy of the zen masters to try to keep in perspective that everyone is a stupid fuck at many points in life but being an especially stupid fuck from ages 12-18 is inevitable. It can’t be helped. You have no agency over your life and you’re aware of it and you’re full of impotent rage. You are often compelled to exist under living and working conditions that no adult would tolerate and the state allows it as long as you’re not being physically harmed. You don’t have the ability to vote and so your power to affect change is reliant on the willingness of adults to take you seriously. So your only real recourse is to be a stupid fuck with extremely flawed opinions on the internet. But holy shit is it infuriating and often worrying.

Perhaps the real anger lies with your parents and other adults around you for not being better stewards of your mind and psyche. Maybe I’m just unfairly mad at my younger self for not knowing better. I’m definitely pissed off at the authorities whose stupid fucking policy and legal decisions are creating a world where it’s more difficult for you to self-educate.

But the point again is that it is that it requires conscious effort to not be a cranky old bitch about this kind of thing. I’m not always good at it and often I fail at it. It’s a work in progress.

[playertwotails]

Random little scenario/scene thing that popped into my head.

Tails and Sonic are running errands for supplies for Tails new invention in a nearby town and have split up to make the shopping trip faster. Tails gave Sonic a list with details so even if he doesn’t fully understand what it is Tails needs the shop owner should be able to figure it out. When Tails hears some people calling out. Not sure what’s going on he turns around and realizes the two people shouting were calling out to him and ... oh shit it’s two of the worst offenders that used to bully him on West Side Island. And now Tails’ day just went to hell in a hand basket.

Now Tails may have faced down god-like entities without blinking but his mind draws the line at childhood trauma triggers (see also lightning storms for reference). So Tails is immediately nervous and tense cause ‘wtf are they even doing here’ and starts trying to find an out and ‘oh noo!! they are getting closer fly you fool!!’ He doesn't fly off unfortunately cause brain is in overdrive now and spinning a bit too fast to land a solution before they get to him.

Now these two bundles of stupid come up to Tails and like they are well aware of all the stuff he’s accomplished since they last saw him. For a sec they seem like they’re trying to be chummy with Tails with their hellos. But the tone is wrong for it to be anything other than them still talking down to him. And jerks with a superiority complex tend to suffer from the ‘no thoughts head full of too much pride and self importance disease.’  So these two walking mistakes decide to play the game of ‘fuck around and find out’ by immediately then proceed to getting back to their old bullshit of bullying Tails. Verbally at the moment. Just going back to the old insults like “two tailed freak” and asking if he’s still making his freaky little toys. And yes they are aware that Tails has used said “toys” to save the world, but again they are so dumb they make a bag of rocks look like it has a masters degree and have as much self awareness as a speck of dust to how much of a pair of assholes they’re being to the guy who’s helping keep Eggman in check.

And again Tails will stare down a barrel of a gun with no fear multiple days a week when it come to keeping his friend, brother and the world safe. But this all came out of left field and just sucker punched any plan right out him cause trauma. He expects Eggman, robots, maybe a deity or two to come at him any given day, not for his old bullies to be crawling out of the woodwork to harass him. So these two start talking to Tails like they used to for a bit but they get nothing back but a frozen blank stare. They then decide to pick it up a notch and start to reach for Tails fully intending to go back to their old ways. Not so verbally anymore.

But this is where the ‘find out’ half of that earlier phrase comes in cause before they can even touch Tails they get a painful palm of blue quills instead. And Sonic is just there in front of them looking 8 different flavors of pissed off. Now they may not be the ripest berries in the basket but even they know that they’ve now done goofed.

They immediately try and backpedal their way out of this by saying something like “oh we used to be friends with Tails on our old island we were just catching up with him.” But Sonic knows one that’s a straight lie (it’s part of the reason he took Tails with him when leaving West Side) and he knows that look on Tails face too well (to his eternal dismay his little brother even has that expression to begin with) that signals Tails is terrified of the people in front of him.

As much as Sonic wants to make them find out what god looks like (he does not kill people he has to keep repeating that to himself in his head) he’s more worried about Tails and just wants to extract him from the situation. And as luck would have it he just so happens to have run across Amy, Rouge, Tangle and Whisper having a little girls trip while he was shopping(Belle was invited but she had already made plans to help the restoration with some repairs that day).

All four of them are quick to read the mood of the situation and just start to circle Tails old bullies like vultures. They may not know 100% what’s going on but they’ve never seen Tails look that frozen (and not scared really just not mentally there and slightly panicked) nor have they ever seen Sonic that pissed. And that was enough for them to immediately hate these guys on site as Sonic was between them and Tails and the two strangers are who Sonic’s angry graze was seemingly trying to disintegrate. Plus Tails is their friend and he has become everyone's collective younger sibling figure along with Creme and Charmy so ain’t no way they gonna let this slide what ever those two did.

Sonic then just leads Tails away and leaves the girls to their “bonding time” (aka taking out the two trash bullies) and he takes Tails to a quiet spot to calm down. Tails soon does and won’t stop kicking himself for his reaction cause he should be over it he’s faced things way worse than his old bullies.

But Sonic is having none of it and shuts down the self loathing there. He remembers them from when he first met Tails and saved him from them. Tails the shortly tagging along on Sonic’s adventures after the incident (I personally like the idea more that Tails remembers it as him tagging along and following Sonic after he saved him. But what actually happened was Sonic just ... saw Tails, picked him up and was like “this is mine now” and left with him). Sonic later after they met had gotten the full story from Tails about the full extent of their bullying once Tails opened up and trusted him more. (Sonic doesn’t even want Eggman dead but when Tails got done with telling him the full extent of what those two and the whole village did to him Sonic was willing to make exceptions to murder. He then burned the bullies faces into his memory just in case).

They eventually go get some ice creme and meet up with the girls again, all of them are a little winded and Tails looks at them and just

“Amy is that blood on your dress?? And Rouges shoes??? (0_0)”

“whaat no this is just .... ketchup....”

Sonic is just giving them a double thumbs up from behind Tails and a mouthed ‘good job’ at them. 

The bullies didn’t die but they will have some scars as a reminder that Tails is now surrounded by people who love him and will not hesitate to defend him unlike when he was little.

Basically give me protective older brother Sonic, the girl squad getting to bond over going a little feral on someone (as a treat they deserve it), and Tails just being surrounded by people that love and care for him now.

idk this was suppose to be short but then I kept adding more. Have fun with this people if you’d like. 

[korereapers]

Title: Watermelon sugar

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: DC/Batman

Pairing: Edward Nygma/Jonathan Crane, scriddler

Tags: Period smut (expect blood and, stuff related to it), PWP, FEELINGS

This was a present for @sexyinaratkindaway, who deserves the whole world <3

Thank you, scriddler server!

AO3

Jonathan’s teeth slightly shine behind his lips, curling in an almost invisible smile that makes Edward shudder.

“Are you sure that-” he starts, his voice hoarse, but as usual, Jonathan is having none of it.

“Feeling self conscious? That’s new.”

They both know it isn’t. Why would Edward take so much care of his image if he weren’t so fixated on it? On the right hair dye, the right shade of contacts. A perfect suit that accentuates his features, shoes so polished they seem to compete against the sun.

Self conscious it is, right.

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

His pants are still on, and it’s getting a little uncomfortable, but nothing he cannot handle. Long fingers caress his face, a thumb softly pressing his lower lip.

“Then explain it to me. With words that are proof of that brilliant brain of yours.”

He knows what to say, how to make Edward’s heart flutter. The Riddler can be a master manipulator, but nobody can play with people’s hearts like the Scarecrow. That’s just facts, but he would never admit it out loud.

“I’m bleeding.”

Jonathan raises an eyebrow.

“So? A wound? Should a wound stop us?”

Edward groans so deep he hurts his throat.

“I’m on my period, you annoying bastard.”

Jonathan’s smile becomes bigger, and it’s almost imperceptible, but Edward knows him well. He is enjoying this torture.

“So?”

“It's disgusting! I feel disgusting.”

“I fail to see the correlation, Edward.”

He knows Jonathan is trying to piss him off, which he is kind of succeeding at. Edward is indeed kind of mad, unable to stand this man playing dumb in a situation like this.

"I'm on my period… and you want to have sex."

Jonathan's eyes shine in something that Edward has seen before, but that he doesn't fully recognize. It's a hunger that hits him deep, making his legs weak. Jonathan has that effect on him.

"Yeah."

"What about the blood? About the smell? About making a goddamn mess?"

Okay, there is definitely hunger in Jonathan's eyes, his lower lip trembling a little in what Edward recognizes as barely contained desire.

"We can use towels. I don't care about the mess."

"I really don't get-"

"I want you in every way. Is that so hard to believe?"

It really is, but Edward doesn't say anything. A part of him feels tempted to just pretend, to use that big ego he has, to flaunt it to hide his insecurities. Before Jonathan's inquisitive eyes, he cannot do such a thing.

He just kisses him, tensing slightly when Jonathan's fingers play with the zip on his pants, nodding slightly when Jonathan looks at him, granting him a silent permission.

Still, he grimaces a little when Jonathan opens the drawer, taking the towels out, carefully placing them on the sheets. Edward obediently sits on them, Jonathan's smile the best treat. He reclaims it again with his lips, trying to relax. Jonathan is not lying. He really wants him like this.

Nervous fingers caress the skin underneath the clothes, and they both shiver, getting rid of them as quickly as they can. Not enough time to think about what they feel if they just focus on the physical sensation.

Edward feels as if he were an unwrapped Christmas present, layer after layer, until he is bare in front of Jonathan. He makes a face when he looks downwards, his thighs already bloody, but Jonathan's expression is one of pure joy.

"God, Edward… Let me. I want to…"

He licks his lips, and Edward finds himself mimicking the gesture.

"Strange tastes you have…"

Jonathan's smile is a silent promise.

"Oh, you have no idea…"

Edward knows he feels sensitive. He has touched himself while on his period, and it always feels a little bit different. Messier, of course, but also… more intimate.

The way Jonathan kisses his chest, focusing on a racing heartbeat, breath against skin though…

It drives him mad.

Edward has always envied his patience, the way he treats him. Despite how much he clearly wants to eat him out, to be inside of him, he still takes his sweet time to make sure Edward knows how much he likes him.

As if he could forget. Sentimental old man…

“Your heartbeat is getting faster,” Jonathan notes, matter-of-factly. Edward groans, his fingers tangling themselves in Jonathan’s dark, greasy hair.

“And whose fault is it?”

Jonathan doesn’t answer, his gaze focused on Edward’s body. The towel is already stained, that much Edward knows, but Jonathan seems to think nothing disgusting at the sight of it. Quite the opposite.

“I’m dying to…”

“Fuck, just do it then.”

Jonathan’s smile would be creepy to anyone else, but Edward knows him best. He whispers a small curse when Jonathan’s breath caresses his groin, even more when he murmurs a praise that Edward is too overwhelmed to process.

Edward pushes him a little, without thinking, only to make him shut up, only not to think about the whole matter. The warmth gets hot, thin lips against his cock, kissing him softly, a warm tongue circling him when he forgets how to breathe. He moans, his voice hoarse, one of his feet moving unconsciously, his muscles tensing.

“Sensitive…” Jonathan mutters, but he doesn’t stop. Edward’s hand shakes against his nape, Jonathan’s tongue tasting him like the sweetest delicacy. Drinking from every sound he makes, his face a bloody mess. He smiles when Edward looks at him, and his teeth are dirty, but it’s not disgust what pools inside of Edward’s groin.

He giggles softly, the gesture interrupted by a moan when Jonathan does a particularly nice motion with his tongue, taking him by surprise.

“Do that again,” Jonathan whispers against his inner thigh, licking it tenderly afterwards. “I love your laugh.”

Edward swears his soul is leaving his body, Jonathan’s mouth going back to him. It all becomes blurry after a little while, because Jonathan, bless his dark and rotten soul, keeps sucking on him like that, smiling against him from time to time, only stopping to breathe for a couple of seconds.

Something escapes Edward’s lips. Maybe a word, a plea. Maybe it’s just a whimper that barely resembles something coherent. A warning that Jonathan ignores, lost in the pleasure of his flesh and blood.

He doesn’t stop even when Edward spasms, a deep sound leaving his throat, so utterly surprised by the strength of his orgasm that he cannot even pronounce Jonathan’s name. They both know he tries, though.

The towels are probably a mess under them, but Edward forgets to care about it for a blissful moment. He does notice how Jonathan licks his lips, feverishly getting closer, probably to kiss him, but Edward stops him just in time.

“Clean… clean yourself first.”

“And then?”

“And then… I want you inside.”

And God, Jonathan smiles like a fool in love, blood around his mouth, like a messy kid after eating his favorite cake. Edward laughs breathlessly, and he can see Jonathan physically restraining himself from kissing him.

Later, though. Later there will be all the kissing he wants.

[of-the-nightsky]

Just Maybe

Disclaimers: NijiEn Fanfic | Piokuma | Vox Akuma 3.0 x Doppio Dropscythe 2.0 | BL / MLM | Strangers to crushes to lovers (?)

Summary: Maybe he didn't have to trash the place out of frustration. Maybe he didn't have to take a walk to cool himself down. But... but maybe he really shouldn't be staring...

"JuSt gO FoR a wAlK aLrEaDy!" He mocked, stomping his way down the familiar passage. "Go CoOl OfF! Geez, can't a guy just punch a wall to just punch a wall?"

Okay, so maybe he didn't just punch a wall because he burned himself on the toaster oven again. But it totally started it, he saw it giving him the evil eye!

("WITH WHAT EYES DOPPI??? WITH WHAT EYES???" screamed the Ver in his head again. Seriously, he swore it had eyes.)

Alright, sure, the toaster oven was innocent until he became the judge and sentenced it to a life of being broken, again, but it was with good reason! He was just trying to make a poptart in it with a little toaster strudel buddy, he didn't think twice about it. Now he has to be a "good boy" and go for a walk.

Yeah, whatever Ver, you keep thinking I just need a walk! He thought sulkily. Sure, he had qualities that rivaled the dogs in that popular animated movie and all, but he was a big scary wolf and not some dumb dog. His tail did not wag when he was called a good boy, it did not!

("Pio, you can say that all you want, but your advanced butt-whip just knocked over a vase of flowers, again." Ver, nobody calls it a butt-whip, it's a tail. Stop giving it weird names, last time you called it the Mess-Maker-Plume-Master-3,000.)

Maybe Ver was on to something, Doppio wasn't sure anymore. Maybe he shouldn't have punched the toaster oven so hard it busted through a wall. Maybe he shouldn't have chased after it to "finish the job" or whatever his wolf-aligned brain hyper focused on doing.

Although it did frustrate him that it burned him. Guilt slowly clawed its way into his heart. Maybe he was a bad boy and he should have tried being good a lot harder. Maybe he didn't have to trash the place out of frustration. Maybe he didn't have to take a walk to cool himself down. But... but maybe he really shouldn't be staring at the demon who was their neighbor five blocks away. Wait, since when did I even walk this far?? Oh, whatever, what is this dude doing, gardening? Lame.

Or so he thought it was until he saw how the literal butterflies just seemed to love the flowers so much. Like, they were made for the butterflies to feed from. Maybe staring wasn't a bad idea. It was a good view of a big strong man showing a tender and gentle side.

He stared for a solid minute, zoning out and finding his own inner peace. He watched how the muscles moved beneath the taut shirt and pants, watched how the behemoth of a man even greeted a harmless hummingbird with a soft rumbling voice hiked up into such a fond high tone.

Oh.

Oh dear.

His heart couldn't take it.

The man stood up to adjust the hummingbird feeder he had set up and did so without a fucking ladder.

The muscular man was obviously able to tower over even him, Doppio himself, without it even being close. Not only that, but he was being so gentle for the tiniest and most fragile of creatures and he could not handle it.

He didn't even know how long he was staring at this large man, envisioning how it must be like to get the best fucking head pats in the world by such a gentle giant of a man. It was long enough as rose pink irises glanced his way and their eyes met.

The heat rose on Doppio's face. He was caught. He really shouldn't have been staring. He was pining for a stranger for the past devil-knows how long! (No God would ever look upon him and not think his stare was sinless!)

"Going for walk!" He blurted out far louder than he intended before turning and starting to speed-walk away. He was confident his face was every shade of scarlet.

It was mildly embarrassing. He lied to himself.

He didn't hear any fond chuckling that made his long wolfen ears burn and flatten against his skull.

And most certainly,

Undoubtedly...

His tail, most definitely did not wag.

Nope.

Nobody saw it.

Anyone who claimed so were liars!

Vox, for all he was worth, never expected to be spotted by such a unique golden-eyed magenta wolf man. Not that he was opposed to it. He found it cute in a way. The poor wolf was just watching him like a lost puppy having his first outing. His eyes shining like a meadow of dandelion's that have yet invaded the hill behind it. It was so precious and innocent. He didn't know who they were, but he hoped to see them again. Especially seeing how red their face had gone when their eyes met. It was rather delightful after spending many long years by himself. Maybe doing his garden once a day wouldn't be a bad idea if it meant possibly meeting such a wolf. And maybe, he could invite him in and get to know him better. Just maybe, if Fate was a kind soul for once.

To be continued... (maybe?)

[killerandhealerqueen]

Helloo! Good evening! (It's evening in my country 😁)

Can you suggest me some good bromance dramas with crime and investigation as main genre?

I watched S.C.I Mystery, Killer and Healer, The Devil Judge, Under the Skin and Sleuth of ming dynasty.

Can you suggest me some good bromance dramas? Chinese dramas are more preferred. But korean ones are also fine.

Thank you!

Have a nice day! 😊❤️

Hello! Oh, you absolutely came to the right blog about this particular question, as crime dramas are what I mainly watch!

As I can see, you've watched pretty much all the dramas that I would recommend for good bromance and good crime dramas. But I do have some others to recommend.

Cdramas

Master, Wait a Moment is a good one, though it is subbed by MangoTV so the subs are kinda...iffy. But if you can watch it without subs, then you should be golden. Love the bromance and it has a good overarching case, which we like. You will find one of the female love interests insufferable and unfortunately, that's the only downside but it's okay, you can just skip over her scenes if you really can't stand her.

Another good one is Psych-Hunter. Again, you will find the female lead insufferable (if you took her out the drama would still literally be the same, just minus all the dumb romance plot they had to throw in to pass censorship). But again, it's okay because the cases are interesting and the chemistry between the main leads is great. The ending though will fuck with your brain a little, so just be prepared for that.

Now, this isn't a bromance, but Couple of Mirrors is glorious. Supposedly they're working on a season 2 (because the ending of season one is very open ended) but oh man, oh man will you love these girlies. You'll hate Youyi's husband though and want to kill him every time he opens his mouth so...yeah. He's insufferable and I hate him.

Checkmate is another good bromance. If you've seen My Roommate is a Detective, then you'll know that it's the same main leads from that drama in this drama. I've never actually finished MRIAD because I could not stand the female lead (no seriously, I got through ten episodes before I had to drop it because of how much I hated the female lead) but I did finish Checkmate and I loved it. A few of the cases are based off of Agatha Christie's books, like Murder on the Orient Express. It's really good, good overarching case, lots of twists that you don't see coming...I enjoyed this one a lot

A League of Nobleman is also another good bromance, it's very interesting how the leads are tied together and the cases are quite fascinating.

Jiang Hu Shao Nian Jue is a short drama, with like 20 eps and each episode is short but if you like the dynamic of Chen Yuzhi and Jiang Yuelou or Bai Yutong and Zhan Yao, then you'll really enjoy this one

Pledge of Allegiance is another good bromance (there's like romance between one of the leads and the female lead but like...there's more chemistry between the main leads so bromance) but whoo boy will this one fuck you up a little. But it's got a lot of whump if you like that. And the cases are interesting

Desire Catcher is a lot like S.C.I. but darker. Ho my god, is this drama darker. But again, good overarching cases, the bromance is *chef's kiss* but be warned, there are two episodes that have sexual assault (not seen of course but you know what's going on in those scenes) and there's a scene where a character slit their wrist (on dramacool it's blurred but you can still see it and apparently on youku, it's not blurred at all) so just be warned. But would definitely recommend this one

Order of the Sommelier isn't a case drama, per se, but oh my god the bromance is so good. Again, if you like the dynamic of Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi, that's what these two give off and I was living for it while watching it. (Episodes are really short, so there's a complied movie on youtube that's like four hours long. However, you're going to have to go to either dramacool or kisskh to watch the last epi because the movie doesn't have an important scene towards the end)

Original Sin is another good drama to watch. The ending is open because we were supposed to have a season 2 but I don't know if that's ever going to happen. I fucking hope it does but...*sigh*

This will get long, so I'm putting the rest under the cut

Jdramas

I don't know if you like jdramas but if you do, here are some good ones

Doubles (I always recommend this one. It's one of my favorites)

Nippon Noir: Detective Y’s Rebellion (a little trippy, it fucks with your head but it's good and the cases are interesting)

Sherlock: The Untold Stories (Can't go wrong with a Sherlock adaptation. This is probably my favorite adaption of Sherlock, just because I really like the actors)

Chiisana Kyojin (very police procedural, corruption, the usual in most japanese crime/police dramas)

Aozora No Tomago (good/interesting crime drama, we love the bromance between the leads...it's a good one)

Where Do I Come From? (Boku wa Doko Kara) (if you like yakuza, this one is also a good one. And while this is like a crime drama, sort of, you're really more focused on the leads)

Rinshou Hanzai Gakusha Himura Hideo no Suiri and Rinshou Hanzai Gakusha Himura Hideo no Suiri SP (I really enjoyed these and I think you will too)

Cold Case 

Cold Case S2 

Cold Case S3

(These three are mainly just crime/cold case dramas. No bromance but the cases are interesting)

BG: Personal Bodyguard  

BG: Personal Bodyguard 2

(These two aren't crime dramas, per se, but the cases they take are interesting and the two leads are great. One of the leads is a main from Rinshou Hanazai Gakusha Himura Hideo no Suiri)

The Night Beyond the Tricornered Window (this one is based off of a manga and it's great. Love the actors and love the bromance (even though the manga/anime is BL)

Rasen no Meikyu: DNA Kagaku Sosa (a very science based crime drama but we love the leads and they argue like an old married couple. I think you'll enjoy it)

Bokura no Shokutaku (Not a crime drama, but the sweetest BL you will ever watch, if you haven't watched it already)

Kdramas

Missing Noir M (A good crime drama, open ending, cases are dark and a little fucked up but still good)

Tell Me What You Saw (this drama is dark and also fucked up, no bromance but the cases are good but do not watch this at night, it will fuck you up)

The Good Detective (S1&S2) oh I love the drama. It's a really good case drama and there is some bromance there. Second season is a lot more fucked up than season 1 but season 1 is still pretty angsty. But highly recommend

Beyond Evil (you need to watch this one. Need to. It's a must. It will fuck with your head and you will cry at the end but you will have been so glad you watched this)

Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (cute, short BL. Definitely good)

The Guest (good drama, very dark, would not recommend watching at night if you don't like horror but the bromance is good)

Color Rush (another good BL)

You Make Me Dance (a BL that made me cry so...it's a good BL)

The Veil (no bromance but it's a great action/case drama. Will fuck with your head a little but I still recommend it)

Chimera (A mixture of the Devil Judge and Killer and Healer. Definitely something to watch)

Tinted With You (a really sweet BL)

Bad and Crazy (great case drama and great bromance)

Through the Darkness (I haven't finished the last 4 eps (i need to) but from what I've seen so far, I really enjoyed it. But holy shit, it's dark. It's dark. It's fucked up. You need to watch this during the day time do not watch it at night)

TWDramas

Danger Zone Season 1

Danger Zone Season 2

This is a great drama, love the bromance between the leads but again, it's dark. It's probably one of the darker dramas, up there with Tell Me What You Saw, Desire Catcher, and Through the Darkness. This isn't a drama you should watch at night because it's gruesome. And violent. But oh my god, it's so good

These are all the dramas I have to recommend, so I hope you enjoy anon!

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Ten Random Lines

Thank you @lizzie-bennetdarcy @hippolotamus @demora00 and @rosebrewerj for tagging me! ❤️

Rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or three), and share it! Then tag 10 people.

1 - Is it a crush? Does he have a crush on his business partner? Or is it just a fleeting thought that he let get stuck in his brain for too long? He’s not sure, but when David opens the bathroom door and smiles at him, he feels a flutter in his stomach that feels like a lot more than a ‘fleeting thought.’ - Like They Handed Me My Life, For the First Time it Felt Right

2 - “Patrick. You are the most rational person I know. Or were, until this nugget of information came out. Ow,” she said as she dropped her head back down a little too fast this time.

“Oh no, Stevie, this isn’t the first irrational thought pattern my husband has revealed to me. He thinks crossing your fingers will make something work. And he makes wishes when he catches the clock at 11:11. It’s cute.” He grins, shoving a cold, soggy mozzarella stick in his mouth. - Good Luck Charm

3 - She watched them fall deeper and deeper in love, stealing kisses when they thought nobody was around. All the little ways they would find any excuse to touch each other. The way David gravitated toward Patrick’s shoulders. The look of desperation in Patrick’s eyes the day she so selflessly allowed them to use her apartment. - bound to happen

4 - Patrick is basically the walking definition of all business. Which is why David is taken aback when he starts to feel something about him. Some very non-business related feelings. - (not) all business

5 - Despite the fact that his parents paid off his gallery patrons, he does know art. He has worked hard to curate a look for himself, and for his store. Patrick’s whole… look was not a part of that plan. Patrick does not fit in to this aesthetic David has worked so hard at. - Master of Art

6 - He could live here, he thinks, in this feeling, live in this moment forever with nothing but the sensation of David’s lips on his, David’s hand wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling him closer and closer until he’s nowhere, he’s nothing, he’s everywhere, everything. - Further North

7 - They fall back into it so easily, cuddling up on the couch and laughing at the dumb jokes, that Patrick doesn’t even realize what he’s doing, the mistake he’s making, until it’s already too late. - Mistakes We Knew We Were Making

8 - Not that what they’re doing is kidnapping. It’s a rescue mission, plain and simple. It’s in Blue Shirt’s best interest, and he’s going to thank them for it. - Rescue Mission

9 - David smiles, but he’s not sure how convincing it is. Business partners. He loves being business partners with Patrick, but god, he wants to be so much more than that. - there are so many beds (how do I get you in mine?)

10 - “So what, we just talk?”

“Yes, David. Like people did before texting,” he pauses, glancing at something David can’t see in a dark corner of the room, “or, I could play my acoustic guitar.” - Everything's Too Cold... But You're So Hot

Okay that took forever, and I think this one has pretty much made the rounds, but if you haven't been tagged and want to do this, please consider this your tag!