#or it could have been an issue when they first started getting made?

[lily-bisque]

𝒹oin' 𝓉ime 𓍯𓂃 𝓈ummer 𝒷ash 𝒸ollab 🐚

your dream destination on the coast of the amalfi waters in italy awaits 𓂃 ོ☼𓂃

teaser ˚⋆𓇼˚⊹

pairing: assistantfem!reader x childhoodfriend/prostitute!toji

synopsis: sparkling turquoise waters, hidden coves, and limoncello for days in the illustrious city on the amalfi coast was just how you wanted to start your work-trip—now instead struggling to find a room for the night thanks to your arrogant boss leaving you to fend for yourself. yet your hopes begin to float just above the surface when your fate crashes with your old childhood neighbor with a questionable past but an annoyingly dashing charm beneath the sun-kissed shore glow. it really is a small world after all.

contents: tba, nothing in this teaser!

a/n: this oneshot is part of my summer bash collab that i have been lucky enough to get sixteen other writers on board with! was far too excited writing this, so here's a little snippet. comment to be tagged on the oneshot once it's posted <3

“You know, the whole ‘macho mystery man’ look is getting old,” you deadpanned with finger quotes, despite him not being able to see it. “I’ve literally seen you trip over your own feet and fling your arms at nothing.”

“Well, thankfully I’ll only have to indulge in your presence for the evening since I’m kicking you out at dawn,” he retorted, kicking the door open after shoving his key into the keyhole.

“Yeah yeah I’ll get out of your hair—.” You cut yourself off when you got a view of the room. Don’t get it wrong here, the room was fucking gorgeous.

The issue? There was a singular bed—no connecting door to another room or anything.

What the hell were you expecting?

You huffed a laugh, swiveling your head to your childhood friend. “So I’m guessing this is where I’m staying and you’ve got another room?”

He looked at you over his shoulder as he tossed your bag onto the mussed mattress, where you can only assume he slept in the night before. “Fuck are you talking about? There’s a pullout couch.”

You laughed incredulously at him, not even caring that you could get a noise complaint at this hour. “...Seriously?”

He turned around, crossing his arms over his chest and cocking his head. “Yeah. Wouldn’t even be our first time sharing a room, anyway.”

You twitched at that, your heart stalling in your chest for a moment as words died on your tongue. Give it to Toji for making things weird.

“Uhm. Just… give me a second.”

You hurried out of the room, shuffling down the winding steps and stopping right before the jaded receptionist at the front, heart roaring in your ears. “Are you guys fully booked for the night?”

She had her legs and arms crossed, peering up at you whilst smacking her gum, an annoyed and tired expression coloring her. She leaned over the computer and clicked a few things out of your view. “We’ve got one room left.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, feeling your shoulders slump. “Perfect. I’ll take it.”

She gave you a feigned smile. “It’s our presidential suite, however. It requires proof of high status such as dignitaries or heads of states. Otherwise, we keep it open.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at that. “What? Who the hell cares who I am if I’m a paying customer?”

She shrugged, panning her screen towards you. “Well, can you afford it?”

Your gaze followed the screen, squinting against the harsh light, when you made out the multiple zero’s coming after the euro symbol, your maw falling slack.

The walk back to Toji’s suite was a dreadful one, being told that every other hotel in a thirty mile radius was also booked out, dragging your feet and pushing the door open with your head downcast.

The television was now droning on with some static-y hotel-like cable sitcom that aired after hours, enough to make you shiver.

Your bags were in the same place Toji had left them, but the man was nowhere to be seen. Your eyebrows drew in as your head turned on a swivel, peeking into the bathroom and the closet warily, as if he were waiting to jump out and catch you off guard like a deer in headlights, but no.

“Oi. Get in here,” you heard his voice bellow past the ajar balcony door.

Your head cocked curiously, following the sound out onto the balcony, the white drapes flitting in the warm night breeze. Peering over the edge, you could see Toji just one floor down, veiny forearms and broad shoulders draped over the edge of some hot tub, the roman-style pool beside it empty.

It was a beautiful set-up, the area littered with potted plants and shrubbery from poppies to sunflowers to roses, giving it a bright glow even in the night.

Toji was sporting black swim trousers, shirtless as the water pooled around his massive pecs. Your thighs subconsciously rubbed against each other at the drooling sight, before you tore your gaze to match his, just the slightest bit curious how on Earth he made it down there without you noticing.

You could imagine him scaling the balcony wall, hopping down barefoot all primal-like.

Hugging yourself, you leaned down to yell-whisper, “Uh, no thanks. I think I’ll just get some sleep.”

He ran his tongue over his lower lip, eyes dancing across you. “Couldn’t get a room, huh?”

You shook your head in defeat.

“Alright, well don’t let your first night in La Dolce Vita go to waste just because you’re a little scared of talking to me,” he teased with an accusatory tone, adjusting his manspread. 

You rolled your eyes at his gall, ready to bite back. “I’m not scared of you, Fushiguro.”

“Prove it, bird.” He called out immediately, voice husky and resonating through the charged air.

You clicked your tongue, narrowing your eyes, the slightest bit pissed that Toji was unbelievably talented at riling you up. He knew you far too well, even after all this time.

“Give me five minutes.”

You turned on your heel, heading back into the room and parsing through your bag for your swim trunks.

You’d brought two.

One that you could wear around your boss and her boyfriend without feeling unprofessional—a basic white one piece with a few frills, modest enough. The second, however, was a black strappy two-piece that quite literally left nothing to imagination.

You’d packed the latter in case you’d had a night to yourself and would be able to possibly hook up with someone fun you’d come across, a bit of a reach of your expectations for the weekend but you always came prepared nonetheless.

That’s not what you were planning here though, with Toji—no way in hell, that was nowhere near the front of your mind… ahem.

You simply wanted to get back at the audacious man. Let him know if he could make you uncomfortable, you had no issue doing the same to him.

You grabbed a lotus claw clip and tied your hair up, slipping into the suit and adjusting it so that your cleavage was on full view before slipping your sandals on and padding quickly down.

[softjeekies]

Waiting After The Rain - 9

Pairing: ot8!stray kids x pregnant omega!reader

Synopsis: An omega pregnant and alone after being kicked out by their alpha stumbles upon a pack willing to take them in and care for both the omega and their pup as if they were their own, because now they are.

Genre: strangers to lovers, angsty but lots of fluff to even it out.

Warnings: a/b/o, past abuse physical and verbal, past sexual abuse(mentions of past non-con), mentions of past violence, trauma, self esteem issues, pregnancy, aftermath of abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, pack dynamics, angst but it will be okay, polyamory

A/N: I got a little stumped with this chapter but I hope it’s still enjoyable, I’ve got a few ideas for the coming chapters so we should be good :)

previous chapter // next chapter(coming soon)

When you woke up this morning the events of the day before hit you like a train, It didn’t help that after bringing you breakfast in bed Hyunjin had to leave for the day, to do some work at his art studio. You let him go with no pleas or cries but as you sit alone in his bed, your heart aches. Most of your life was spent pushing down your needs, especially the need for comfort and love. Now that you’d found this pack and your walls had started to crack it was hard, a sense of yearning sat deep in your chest. Hyunjin had let you know Seungmin would be home today so you could easily seek him out if you needed anything, and that’s exactly what you would do. It took a minute to find his scent but when the strong smell of freshly cleaned laundry hit your nose you knew you did it. The beta is sitting on the living room couch curled up looking a bit disassociated but once you enter the room he immediately perks up, his full attention on you while you take a seat next to him.

“Y/N! Are you okay? Do you need something?”

“I’ll be okay. Are you okay? You look, I don’t know, not Seungmin-like.” The beta lets out a lazy chuckle at your observation and you can’t help but laugh as well.

“I’m fine. I just get a little thrown off when my packmates are down. It hurts.” He looks away from you, embarrassed to be showing this kind of vulnerability.

“Oh! God, I’m sorry I’m causing you pain. Here lie down.” You pat your lap for him to lie his head down. He happily obliges, choosing to lie facing your bump as you run a hesitant hand through his hair. Seungmin feels a strong instinct to fix things, he wants his pack happy, and he wants you happy.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?”

“Hmm, that’s probably a good idea… It’s hard to explain though. I grew up very sheltered and in a more conservative household, raised to believe that alphas were gods amongst men who could use me however they pleased. Seeing my old alpha and hearing him talk about me like that made me feel like I was back at our first meeting, and he got in my head. Seeing him again, it made me feel like maybe things can’t be good for me, so coming home and seeing everyone here I got scared. It sounds horrible but you and Hyunjin are fine because all I know about betas is what I’ve learned from school and the K-dramas I would sneakily watch when I was younger. I feel safer with you.” You don’t realize how shaky your voice is until Seungmin pushes out his calming scent.

“I can’t explain how amazing it is to hear you feel safe with me. I hope that you can feel safe with the whole pack soon. I’m sorry your life so far has been so horrible but you’re here now, right? We’re here for you.”

“It sucks because I do feel drastically safer with you guys, I have never felt this safe in my life. But it’s just like my head won’t let me settle, I’m so on edge, I’m stuck in a permanent fight or flight it’s exhausting.” Your hands run over your face in frustration. All you want to do is give in and accept this good thing but it’s like you can’t be sure it’s a good thing at all.

“We’re not going to give up on you. We want you, all of you.” Silence falls over the living room, there’s no tension or fear, just calm between two almost pack mates. Seungmin stares at your belly intently with a soft smile before he speaks up again.

“Can you feel him?”

“Him?”

“I don’t really care either way, but I think he’s a boy.”

“Hmm, I guess I haven’t thought about what I think they are. But yes I can feel them. You won’t be able to for probably the next month but soon.”

“Can I touch him?” You nod and Seungmin takes a gentle hand and rubs it across your bump, but his hand doesn’t linger.

“Hi puppy.” He speaks mere inches away from your bump, his voice is soft but projected.

“Yeah they’re moving, I guess they are saying hi back.” You let out a giggle and the beta continues to mumble nonsense to your belly, that was until another presence entered the room causing Seungmin to growl at the doorway. When you look up your eyes meet Chan’s and you immediately tense, which only makes the beta growl more at his alpha. Chan raises his hands in surrender and doesn’t make any move towards the couch.

“Hey, you know me, I won't hurt anybody. I just got home early and smelled Y/N down here and wanted to talk.” It takes a moment but you force yourself to relax, a mantra replays in your head reminding you how much Chan has done for you this past month, he’s not a threat.

“It’s okay Seungmin, we should probably talk.” Seungmin is immediately satisfied by your words and stands down, placing his head back in your lap waiting for more pets. Subconsciously you return to running your hand through the beta’s hair, more for your own comfort than his. Chan makes his way towards the couch and sits on the floor in front of you, Your mind short-circuits for a moment at the realization, he’s showing submission to you. By sitting below you making himself a literal sitting duck he is making sure you know he’s not a threat.

“Is Changbin okay?” Your mind lingers on the image of that punch. The cracking sound replays in your head on loop. You know alphas are incredibly resilient and as wolves, you’ll always heal well if you do get hurt but the shock of someone hurting and getting hurt for you rattles your brain.

“He’s in great shape, Minho looked over his hand and everything looks good, he’s a little bruised but he said it doesn’t even hurt.”

“That’s good.” You trail off, unsure how to start this conversation. Luckily the alpha does that for you.

“Y/N I never want yesterday to happen again. We were all so on edge, wanting nothing more than to comfort and protect you. When Changbin called me and told me what happened my instincts went insane, I called everyone and made sure we all got home to you. You shut us out and I felt like the worst alpha in the world. Your feelings are totally valid though, This is all still new and I know you don’t trust us yet but we want to be there for you.” There’s no posturing, there’s no overwhelming pheromones meant to manipulate you, all you saw was a big puppy sitting on the floor in front of you nervously playing with his fingers.

“I know. And that’s the part of this that scares me the most, deep down I want to give in I want to let myself have this and be your omega. This past month has been the best month of my life, but I can’t shake the life I had before all of this.”

“So we work through it together, we’ll help you work out your new normal and we’ll show you so much love and comfort along the way. We do want to court you, and as far as we’re concerned you are already part of the pack, we just have to get you acclimated.” A stray tear rolls down your face, a happy tear. Seungmin sits up and playfully rolls his eyes.

“Alright you sappy alpha, come hug your pack mates and make it all better.” He scoots away from you, giving ample room for Chan to make himself comfortable between you two. He takes a seat and immediately pulls Seungmin into his side but hesitates touching you so you take the initiative and curl into the alpha’s side, he absolutely melts at your touch. He would make it all better, if it’s the last thing he does.

The rest of the pack came home as normal throughout the day, no questions or awkwardness, they were just so happy you were feeling better and willing to let them exist in your bubble again. The last person to come home is Jeongin who you find sitting outside your door, you assume similar to how he was last night. The alpha looks up at you shocked as you exit the bathroom.

“Y/N? I thought you were still in your room.” You can’t help but let out a giggle.

“If you had talked to the pack before coming to sit at my door you’d know we worked things out, I talked to Chan and we’re going to be as okay as we can be for now. Now get off the floor.” A smile graces Jeongin’s face, and he looks at you as if you’ve hung the stars for him. He obeys and stands up, and he tries to approach you before you stop him.

“Nuh-uh, you have outside smells on you, go change.” You scrunch up your nose at the smell of other wolves all over Jeongin but he doesn’t fight back; he simply nods eagerly and heads to his room.

You lie in your nest with a protective hand over your bump when a knock steals your attention.

“Hey, I showered and changed. Is it okay if I join you now? You know, in your nest?” Jeongin’s scent is stormy, it’s clear that he’s nervous about what you might say.

“Yeah, you can join us.” Jeongin smiles at the use of the word us. He doesn’t know if he’s thinking too much into it but it makes him feel you’re reminding him the pup is there too and he can include the pup in the love he’s ready to give. The alpha climbs into the nest gently taking you in his arms.

“May I touch?” The request catches you off guard, you understand why Seungmin asked, he’s never touched your bump before. But Jeongin had done it twice now, so why would he feel the need to ask?

“Of course you can.” As he rubs gentle circles on your bump you stall for a moment thinking of how you want to word your thoughts.

“You know, I didn’t know people were supposed to ask to enter my nest, Jisung had to tell me that. People asking me for consent is really foreign to me, but I really appreciate how you guys always ask.” Jeongin smiles.

“I know firsthand how good it can feel to have people respect your boundaries, I’m not obsessed with skinship-“ You don’t mean to but you cut him off.

“But the pack? And you? You touch me though?”

“This pack has shown me how beautiful touch can be. I learned I was never against touch, I was against my boundaries being broken. I’m still no Felix but I feel safe with you guys.” You felt uncharacteristically warm, the more you learned about these guys the more you felt the knot in your chest settle.

“I was a really clingy kid, I know omegas are meant to be clingy and that was probably my instincts forming from a young age but it was so bad. All i wanted to do was cuddle with my parents all the time, they hated it though. When they began to hurt me as punishments, I learned to fear touch. It only got worse from there.” You let out a sigh, a pit forming in your stomach out of fear that you ruined the mood.

“It’s a good thing there will be no lack of cuddles for you in this house. The only touch you’ll ever receive from us will be out of pure love for you.”

You think you believe him. Nobody had ever shown you this much kindness or said these things to you, so maybe this really was different.

[selenitespeculations]

Jason was enjoying a rare calm day in the heart of Crime Alley. No fires to put out, literal or figurative, and the pervasive smog that lingered over Gotham had thinned enough to let through a bit of sunlight. He was relaxing on the rooftop of his apartment building, lazily considering dinner options. He had woken up later than he would’ve liked to, and by the time he got to the street market, pickings were slim. He’d watched in despair as Manuel from the mechanic shop on 4th grabbed the last of the good tomatoes, leaving behind wrinkly sun dried disappointment. Jason really should just get a tomato plant for his balcony or something, but Mrs. Patel did some sorcery bullshit to her tomatoes that made them better than Jason could ever hope to manage. He HAD set an alarm, to make sure he got out before the bulk of the crowd, but with how late he was out last night chasing down a new player that had tried to make a home in HIS Alley, Jason had slept right through it. And the multiple back up alarms. If he ever saw more of those assholes in his territory, they would pay for making him miss the good tomatoes. And also the unapproved drug trafficking, but mostly the tomatoes.

Buzzing in his pocket had Jason pulling out his phone to an alert, he’d set up something to notify him when That phone got a call or text. He didn’t want to be carrying it around, with his luck it’d get broken on patrol, or worse, one of his family members might see it.

Making his way back down into his apartment, Jason went straight to the bottom drawer of the bedside table where he kept the burner phone. Thing was ancient at this point, but still functioned, and honestly? Old tech was harder to hack with modern remote methods. Still buzzing with a call Jason brought it to his ear.

“Hey Danny, what’s up?”

Jason turned stark white and ran from the apartment.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“How could everything have gone so wrong so fast.” Jazz thought frantically as she hid around a corner.

The day had been going perfectly to plan. Mom and Dad were sat on the blanket she and Danny laid out, Dad digging into his fudge and mom focused on fixing the lipstick laser in her hand.

“Mom, Dad,” Danny started, “I have something to tell you.” He sounded nervous, nervous enough that they both focused on Danny immediately.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Maddie asked, still turning the broken laser in her hand.

“Yeah, Danno, what’s on your mind?” Jack said.

“Remember how when you guys had just finished the portal, you tried to turn it on, but nothing happened?” Danny’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yes? We assumed it was a timing issue-” Maddy began.

“Yeah! Just needed to sit for a bit!" Jack exclaimed.

“Well it wasn’t so much a timing issue as it was a… wiring issue.” Danny said hesitantly.

“A wiring issue?” Maddie said. “No, if it was-“

“Time doesn’t fix wiring Danno!”

“- a wiring issue then we would’ve had to-”

“GUYS!” Jazz didn’t quite yell, but her voice did get louder. “Listen to Danny’s explanation, please!”

“Sorry Danno!”

“Sorry sweetie, go ahead.”

“Yeah, so,” Danny continued, “there was a, well, there’s no easy way to say this really,” he fidgeted with his hands, before continuing, “you guys put an on button inside the portal.”

“But Danny, if there was an on button inside, how did it get turned on?” Maddie asked, clearly not believing her son. “That much electric output, plus the-”

“The ecto-overload alone would’ve melted anyone inside when it opened!” Jack interrupted.

“Yeah…” Danny was stalling at this point. He just needed to get it out and over with.

“The combination of the two, ectoplasm and electricity, in such high concentrations…” Maddie trailed off, gaining a strange look in her eyes.

The floodgates finally broke. The whole story spills right out of Danny’s mouth, from the stupid dare that got him to go in the portal in the first place, tripping on the wires and hitting the on button on the wall. Waking up with Sam and Tucker over him, powers developing, ghost fights, just one last detail to show them.

“How have we never seen you using these powers?” Maddie asked.

“Yeah, we’re out every day fighting those spooks! We would’ve noticed!” Jack agreed.

This was it. The moment that would determine everything. Danny took a deep breath.

“Because I’m Phantom.” He transformed as he said it, letting the bright rings separate around him, floating off the ground as he watched nervously for whatever reaction was coming.

He never got to see it.

The second Phantom was hovering in the air above their blanket, the park exploded with noise and light. GIW agents came pouring out of the trees and screeching into the parking lot with their white vans. A group of them shot what looked like a modified Fenton Ghost Net right at Phantom, dragging him down as it wrapped around him and stuck.

“DANNY!” Jazz screamed, scrambling to her feet to try and chase after her little brother.

Jack and Maddie were still sitting, looking shell shocked. They watched as Danny was dragged into a van, Jazz chasing behind them, until one of the men pulled out a device, aiming it at Jazz.

“Ecto-contamination level 3, detain immediately for examination and purification.” The robotic voice sounded out. The agents that weren’t busy driving away with Danny in tow turned on her, dark intent in their eyes.

Finally Jack and Maddie snapped out of their haze. “You step away from my baby!” Maddie yelled, pulling a collapsible bo staff out of some invisible pocket.

Jack jumped up to rush at the crowd of white suits, yelling, “Get out of here Jazzyrinces!”

Jazz watched in horror at she lost sight of the van that had taken Danny. Dodging Guys in White, she booked it toward where she last saw it turn, hoping for some sort of clue. It was hopeless. There was no way she could catch up to a van on foot. Her phone buzzed as she pulled it out, Tuckers name filling the screen.

“Jazz! Please tell me Danny’s still there! He’s not answering my calls and when I saw what’s on the rest of the GIW server-“

“They took him.” Jazz’s voice shook. “They were waiting the whole time and they TOOK HIM.” She was crying now

“No. NO! I was so close! If I had just cracked the sigil a bit earlier-” Sam’s voice was tight with anger and frustration.

“Can you find him?” Jazz cut in. There was no time for self deprecation right now.

“We will. I promise.” Tucker swore as he hung up.

Jazz what at a loss. What were the next steps. No way she was waiting around for Tucker to find something.

“The BOOmerang!” She said out loud to herself. It could work, it tracked Danny before, should track him now.

Jazz ran back to the house, pulling apart the lab in search of anything that could track Danny. The BOOmerang was nowhere to be found. Jazz ran back upstairs to look in Danny’s room, but no luck. She did , however, find an old outdated flip phone. She knew that there was only one person that Danny used this phone to call.

They needed help, and Jazz knew of only one person that was outside Amity, and also gave enough of a shit to try and get them that help. Danny didn’t want to tell him, but if he was able to help Danny escape from his life before in Gotham than maybe Jason will have the skills to help find Danny and get him out of wherever the GIW put him.

She pressed on the saved number, and pressed the phone to her ear.

“Hey Danny, what’s up?” So this is Jason.

“This is Jazz. Jasmine, Danny’s older sister.” Jazz had no idea where to even start. But they needed help and fast, so she pushed on before he could question her. “Danny has been abducted by a government agency known as the Ghost Investigation Ward. I have people working on finding him, but Danny was our heavy hitter and without him our chances of breaking into wherever they’re keeping him and getting out alive are slim. Can you help us?” There. Short and to the point, getting across the urgency without giving everything away.

“Whoa whoa whoa, what? Ima need some more information.”

Jazz sighed. “Time really is of the essence here.”

“We can talk while I drive.” Jazz heard the roar of an engine, presumably from Jason motorcycle if Danny was to be believed. “Now what’s this Ghost Investigation Ward, and why is Danny involved.”

Jazz sighed. Danny would be pissed at her, but she couldn’t outright lie here, not without potentially messing with Jason ability to help them get to Danny.

“Danny was exposed to an incredible amount of ectoplasm when our parents portal to the infinite realms opened.” Jazz started, “His ectoplasm contamination levels are high enough to subject him to the Ectoplasmic Containment and Termination Operative Acts, or the ECTO Acts.”

“The fucking what Acts? What are the “infinite realms”? Also ectoplasm as in Ghosts?” Jason broke in, clearly confused.

“Yes, ghosts are real, the Infinite Realms is sort of a dimensional in between, where most ghosts reside.” Jazz stated in a no nonsense tone.

“Yeah, okay, sure, but these ECTO Acts are in direct violation of the Meta Rights Protection Acts. There’s no way-“

“Lex Luthor’s presidency got a lot passed a lot of people.”

“That goddamn scumbag,” Jason mumbled.

“So, can you help us?” Jazz asked again. She needed to be sure.

“I’m on my way.” Jason said, voice steady and sure. “I’ll get Danny back.”

Protective Instincts

Hmmmmmmmmm

Idea.

So we all mostly headcanon that Jason was around tiny Damian when in the League right? And if we do demon!twins or siblings Danny they meet too?

Well what if, now hear me out, what if while taking care of them Jason notices early on how Danyal, or as he likes to be called Danny, doesn't seem to have the heart to be an assassin compared to Damian. And even under the pits influence and the LOA teachings, Jason's protective instincts of protecting kids is still strong. And notices how... lack the protection around Danny is compared to Damian, the true heir.

What if, when Jason leaves the League to start his revenge against Bruce, he fakes Danny's death by killing off the little 'guards' he did have and takes the kid with him.

But as he goes to Gotham Jason has to decide.

Drop the kid off in a good family, give him a new identity and keep him hidden or keep the kid and raise them?

[ikeukiss]

〔 𝒾 〕 Heeseung loves that you're inexperienced. In his words, it's so cute he doesn't know what to do with himself sometimes. But when it comes to his own body, he's pretty sure he knows what you will and won't be able to take.

𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌 ── 𝙎𝙀𝙉𝘿 𝘼 𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝓍 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 358⋮ 18+ ⋮ smut, inexperienced!reader, oral (f receiving), dirty talk

"Don't you think that it looks too big?" you ask, breathless at the girth and size of your boyfriend's cock, the first one you've ever seen. No way can it fit inside of you, can it?

All Heeseung can do is look down at you, naked for him for the first time and legs spread, with a beautiful smirk growing on his lips.

Inexperienced is the simplest word you could use to describe your sex life. Your romantic relationships have all been fulfilling, but there's never been one that truly went the distance that made you feel safe enough to reach that level of intimacy.

Not until Heeseung.

It's that you're not ashamed of the difference that rests between your history and his, but it raises a lot of questions that Heeseung has no issues answering. Do I tell you when I do or don't like something? How far is too far? Am I holding it the right way?

Unbeknownst to you, your questions only fuel Heeseung's love and desire for you, so much so he can't contain the eagerness inside of him to pull you close and wreck you completely.

He runs his hands across your outer thighs and leans down, kissing your naked stomach. "It's going to fit, baby," he whispers, "just need to prep you first before we get to that point."

"Prep? You mean like…oh."

Your eyes venture down to where Heeseung moves his lips. He stops right above your core, his breath mingling with the heat that has gathered there. Suddenly, your need for him outweighs the unanswered questions you still have, as well as the fear that lingers. "I mean, if you think that will help."

Heeseung chuckles and angles his tongue to begin licking. The sensation is foreign, but so sweet. You buck immediately up into his touch, the stripe he makes from your perineum to the hood of your clit gracing his ears with one of the most delicious moans he's ever heard.

"If this is good, sweetheart," he starts, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your clit, "wait until I make my cock fit inside of you."

── .✦ 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 (𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗬 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘):

@lovetaroandtaemin @filmnings @innocygnet @jaylaxies @xylatox @xomakara @gyubookeries @tinycatharsis @prkhaven @hannieoftheyear @frenchkisstheabyss @seungsoftly @lovenha7

© 𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗨𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦; 𝖣𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒, 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍, 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖾, 𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖿𝗒 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌!

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I haven't made attacks yet since I was focused on making refs of two sky ocs that have been sitting in my head for over a year and needed to get them out of my head finally and place them on artfight djghsdjhdf

Anyways, these two girls are older sky ocs than my main skysona, Delta, teehehe ^^ I was procrastinating on drawing them for too long aueueueee <x'D except that I drew Sofi earlier, but with more accurate in-game colors bc I followed game's designs, but grahhh, I wanted to come back to og color palette idea for her I had over year ago gdfhdfhdfh

Yaaay old Sofi art go brr x3c anyways, lore under cut, teehehe!

Iris is Golden Wasteland survivor who has survived krill attack and has trust issues to people due to her past (she has been tricked by someone taking her into Graveyard area, leaving her alone on krill's sight) and was stuck in the Wasteland, Vault and the Eden since everytime she was reborn from Orbit she always found herself in the Wasteland again. This vicious cycle was due to her lack of trust towards everyone else except fresh moths, not letting anyone else help her because she was afraid of being fooled again.

Until she met Sofi who was found lost in the Wasteland, in the first krill's hall area, before she reached to Graveyard. Iris noticed that Sofi needed a guide since she hasn't been in this realm until then. Iris decided to help Sofi to reach the Vault's entrance despite being heavily incredulous towards her. During the unsafe travels across the wasteland desert Sofi learned that Iris is very untrustful towards other sky kids as Iris refuses to let Sofi get to know her more, sharing only some facts; that Iris has been stuck in three dark realms, with Wind Paths being closed for her.

Sofi understood the issue really fast and at the entrance of the Vault Sofi told Iris that she's been stuck here in these realms because she refused to trust everyone, including ones who's being nice to her and refuses their attempts to help her. This made Iris realize that and as Sofi went further into Vault, saying goodbye to her, hoping to see her again, Iris turned back to look at the Battlefield, tracing her only eye towards sky. Iris was wondering how the world looked like before she got stuck in the deserted places and had struggles to remind; it has been so long time since she saw outside world last time. She then decided to join Sofi, when she just opened the entrance to the Starlight Desert. Both Iris and Sofi have never seen this place before as it was first time for Sofi to come to Vault's realm and Iris never spotted an entrance here due to limited vision. This place amazed them so much that it became their favourite place to come visit in future.

Sofi had at least open Wind Paths, so she could bring Iris to beautiful side of the world, letting Iris experience the green and snowy beautiful areas again.

And since then they started to bond to each other, developing friendship over time, which lastly formed into relationship.

So thanks to Sofi, Iris regained her trust in other sky kids, became more social, as well being less afraid of showing her scars. In exchange, thanks to Iris, Sofi started to feel more comfortable with her tail and long ears, however Sofi still prefers to wear her hat bc she loves to wear it nonetheless :)

Anyways, that's all for now and thanks for reading 👉👈

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The Farm Boi Series: Wild Boy - Dennis Whitaker x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @cosmic-psychickitty @sargeant-sad-eyes @caffeinatedwoman @hooks-martin

Summary: Dennis has a surprising reaction to his mother's protests about your relationship.

Companion piece to:

Peppermint - The taste of peppermint will always have a special place in Dennis’s heart.

The Morgue Thing - A miscommunication between you and Dennis almost ends things before they begin.

Written In The Stars - Your first date with Dennis takes place underneath the stars.

In The Park - Dennis reveals a secret after the two of you spend the night together in the park.

Virgin - There’s a rumour going around about Dennis.

Debauched (NSFW) - Karaoke night ends a lot differently than it did the first time around.

Symphony (NSFW) - Dennis has never eaten pussy before…

Pretty Boy (NSFW) - You and Dennis take the next step in your relationship.

Firsts (NSFW) - Dennis experiances alot of firsts during your first night together.

Permanent Marker - You find out about the betting pool.

Denny’s To Do List - Dennis realises he’s in the midst of a sexual awakening.

The Porn Boom (NSFW) - Dennis isn’t like the other man you’ve been with.

Bite (NSFW) - Dennis doesn’t mean to edge you.

Wild Flowers - A crown of wildflowers leads you and Dennis to discuss the issues he has with his family.

A Friend of Denny’s - Your relationship with Dennis takes a turn when his parents come to town.

A Cold Day In Hell - Dennis tries to make amends for his actions.

Gardens of Babylon - Dennis has made his choice, now it's time for you to make yours.

My Future Wife - Dennis makes a promise to you at Jana's celebration of life event.

Despite the rough start to your trip your first night in Nebraska is wonderful. You’ve spent the evening at Nana Whitty’s kitchen table being regaled with stories about Dennis’s childhood. His brothers are a boisterous bunch, who have just as many questions for you as you have for them. They’re fascinated by your job, by the life Dennis leads in the city.

When they leave to return to their parent’s farm just over the fence the two of you retire to the guest bedroom for the night. Calling it a room is an understatement, it’s more like a rustic hotel suite with a huge bed made of cherrywood from the trees that litter the farm. The sheets are white and crisp with a fleece lined comforter folded over the bottom.

Dennis in his native habitat is wild.

You don’t know if it’s the Nebraska air or the fact his mom hates you so much that drives him, you just know your farm boy’s dommy side has come out to play and you are 100% here for it.

He is fierce and relentless in the moment. His hand gripping the headboard, using it for leverage as he drives into you like a force of nature, his cock hitting that sweet spot as his punctured moans carry through the air. Your fingertips dig into his back as that release starts to build for the third time tonight. It makes you loud, crazy loud so Dennis claps his hand over your mouth and that, it heightens everything for you.

“Oh sweetheart, you like that.” He teases, leaning in close, his nose grazing yours. “I think we might have just unlocked something for when we get home. I could see you with one of those naughty toys in your mouth, moaning around it as I fuck you.”

His fingers slide between your lips, pressing down on your tongue and you suck them deeper, your breath coming out in lovely little pants as your skin flushes, your pussy tightening around his dick.

“Oh that’s it baby.” He mumbles, his hips arching, quickening as he chases your release. “Show me how much you love this dick.”

You hit that high with a scream, one that he stifles with his palm again as you grip him so fucking hard that he has no choice but to follow you over the edge. He buries himself inside you, erupting in long hot spurts that have his hips pumping until you’ve milked every single drop of his ecstasy.

“Fuck.” He breathes, collapsing against you, his face coming to rest in the hollow of your throat.

“I think being rebellious gets you off.” You murmur against his temple, your fingers combing lightly through his flaxen hair. “You enjoy claiming me when you’re being told you can’t have me. It plays into some sort of forbidden love kink.”

“I don’t like being told that I shouldn’t be with the woman I love.” He informs you, his mouth ghosting over your collarbone as his thumb seeks out your nipple piercing, toying with it. “Not when she’s so fucking good for me.”

“She’ll come around.” You tell him, your lips capturing his when he tilts his head up to meet your gaze. “She just needs to see what a catch I am.”

“You are a catch.” He mumbles into your mouth. Already he’s hardening again inside you, the tip of his dick kissing that perfect little space. “You are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

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Oooo Can we pls have 4 water, 2 and 5 air, 1 and 4 earth and 3 fire !?!!

Can’t wait xx

Rewind - Q. Hughes

v' elements pairing: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader summary: Quinn was shy when he saw you that's why his friends came up with not so smart idea how to force him talk with you warning: swear words

It was a night out for Quinn. He went with his friends and saw you on the other side of the bar. He fancied you but he was overwhelmed by your beauty. Talking to women was never an issue for him but tonight… Tonight he felt shy when he saw you. His friends saw him all flustered when he was looking at you. 

The situation repeated a couple days later. Quinn saw you again and still hadn’t found the bravery to get to you. That’s why his friends bet him that he will make a move. At first, he didn’t want to agree on this bet. He wanted to get to know you with pure heart and not because he had a bet but a couple drinks later, he went to you. 

Quinn could swear that you’re even prettier when he came closer. He talked to you and you sense that he’s harmless. That’s why you haven't ignored him. You two talked for the rest of the night and he even walked you back home. You two exchanged your phone numbers but Quinn was too shy to text you. 

His friends noticed that despite the fact that Quinn spent the whole night talking to you, he didn’t text you. They made another bet. It became a pattern that when Quinn was shy, they made a bet just to get him together with you. Weeks went by and every Quinn move towards you was forced by a bet. 

Two months later, you and Quinn started dating. He wasn’t shy anymore. He didn’t need his friends' help to talk with you. He finally felt comfortable with you and your beauty to call you his. He never mentioned to you that he was betting with his friends on his moves. He felt pathetic to admit to this. He wanted to keep this as a secret. 

It didn’t end up like Quinn would like. When you met his friends, they said that they needed to bet him to get to you. You felt like you’ve been lied to in the past months. You left the bar without a word and started violently crying outside. You really thought that you found a good guy but he was far from that. 

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Quinn asked you.

“Fuck off liar” You said roughly. 

“What have I done?” Quinn was surprised at your outburst. 

“You bet me. Your friends told me everything” You told him with a sharp voice. 

“They did but it’s nothing. I love you can’t you see? These bets were just to make me more confident” Quinn told you and you laughed. 

“And you think it changes the fact that you were doing whatever they bet you to do?” You looked at him. “You think this is an excuse?”

“I’m sorry” Quinn said. 

“Sorry doesn’t fix anything” You told him. “How can I believe you when you were a puppet in your friends hands? How can I believe that you really love me?”

“You can’t” Quinn sighed. “But I love you, truly. I can prove it to you just please. Give me a chance to fix my mistake” 

“You hurt me Quinn. I feel like a toy in your and your friends hands by the way you treated me. I get it that you were shy but bet to text me? Bet to take me on a date? That’s a low blow” You told him and wiped your eyes. 

“I’m really sorry. It was childish but I can’t take the time back. All I can do is to repay you and prove to you my feelings” Quinn touched your arm. You were thinking for a minute until he spoke again. “How about we start this all over again?” You looked at him confused. “Hi, I’m Quinn and you’re the prettiest girl I ever laid eyes on” He pulled his hand to you. 

“I’m Y/N” You shook his hand. “I can give you another chance but no more bets. If I ever hear about this again, I’m gonna kill you” 

“Deal” Quinn laughed. “Let’s go somewhere quiet so I can get to know you properly” 

“Sounds like a plan” You smiled with tears in your eyes. 

[harrisonarchive]

Photographed in Miami, February 1964 — photos by John Loengard/Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images and Bob Gomel; the color photo appeared on the cover of the German magazine Stern in April 1964.

“‘I went down to Florida to make this photo after being asked if I had any ideas on what to do with the Beatles as a cover,’ Loengard recalls. ‘It was my idea to put them in a pool—but we couldn’t find a heated pool, the water in the pool we did use was cold, and there was always the problem of other press trying to get in. It would have to be a pool that we could close off to everyone else. So, in the end, it was a very quick shoot in a private pool, with the Beatles shivering and singing in the water before jumping out. My impression of these guys was that they were like four high school kids. You know, they had beards, sort of—like when you first start having to shave, but aren’t quite sure how to do it. ‘In the end, Hedley Donovan, who was LIFE’s editor-in-chief at the time and was sitting in for the managing editor, George Hunt, decided that the Beatles weren’t serious enough to be on the cover. He ran a color picture from the war in Cyprus on the cover that week, instead.’ […] ‘Recently,’ he says, ‘after coloring the photograph myself and playing around with it on my computer, I felt—for the first time, really—that Donovan made the wrong call. It could have been a strong cover, even if it’s not a great picture.’ Not many people realize that Loengard originally shot the picture in color, but the color transparency was lost soon after the Feb. 28, 1964, issue of LIFE appeared.” - Time (July 5, 2014) “It was a Thursday and we were out doing stuff. My mom told us we weren’t going to school the next day. Then she told us what was going on and said we couldn’t tell anybody. You want to act cool, like you’re not fazed, but inside it’s pretty much, ‘Wow, the Beatles are in my house!’… They were just real playful. They were like kids.” - Linda Pollak-Sullivan (who was 15 years old when The Beatles were photographed in the pool of her family home); LIFE Reunion Special (1995)

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rickyxhorror:

1. I have always been a freak about music ever since i was little, and ever since i picked up the guitar at age 10, it has been the only thing i could ever picture myself doing. 8 years later, it has become something almost of an obsession. I’ve been in and out of bands since i started high school but haven’t found anything solid yet. Now that I’m about to start college, I’m beginning to doubt myself. 

Through the years i have always been told it was an unrealistic dream by my parents and peers, i’ve even been kicked out of bands because i was a girl and they didn’t think i would be serious about going to practices or playing shows. All of this has driven me to become the best that i can be and then some. Im a very social person but i can recall many times in the past 4 years that i have gone home from parties and friends houses because i wanted to go practice. 

Despite the previous statements, theres still a part of me that doubts that it can even happen. My mother has always told me i can do what i want as long as i get a college degree first and I’ve applied to a great art school so that i can go into sound design, but she just doesn’t understand why i need to actually be in a band. Coming from a relevantly small town on the south-side of Chicago, that kind of mentality is not uncommon. Everyone around here has blue collar jobs and its a rarity if you see anyone make it out of the 1 mile radius of where they grew up. None of my family or friends understand my need to get out of here and do the things i want to do. Even my boyfriend of 2 years does not support the lifestyle i want to have and even makes fun of me for dressing the way i do or sounding so “cliche” about wanting to make it in the music business. (Needless to say, that relationship is on its way out) I feel like i have no support from anyone and if they do support it, its more of a “Well you can try but i really don’t think its going to happen.” On top of that, I may not even be able to go to the school i want to because of financial issues. 90% of the reason I’m even going to school anyway is so that i can meet people to start a band with and without that i feel like its all hopeless. I realize 18 is still very young, and ill have a lot of time to figure things out but its getting harder and harder to remember that every day.

Your situation actually sounds a lot like mine. My parents told me ALL the time that I needed to get my life together and get a “real” job. I quit numerous jobs and actually quit school halfway through my degree because I didn’t want to do anything other than music. I had to move across the country, away from friends and loved ones, to be able to do what I wanted. That was the sacrifice I made to get where I wanted to be. The only thing you can really do is believe in yourself. Don’t let anyone tell you who or what to be, and never take no for an answer. People don’t live their dreams because they either are a. too scared to go out of the box to do something new, or b. they get discouraged and give up. You don’t want to be stuck in a position where you’re 40 years old, hate your job, and regret never finding out “what if”. If this is the only life we have, don’t waste it being a puppet for those around you. Do what YOU want to do. Follow your heart, follow your dreams. I know it’s hard, believe me, I do. Work through the bullshit, because in the end, all the tears you’ve shed, and all the effort you put into it will pay off. And best of all, you can stick a big middle finger up and say “fuck you” to all the people that said you couldn’t do it.

2. Do you have a girlfriend? If so how does it feel being committed to a band and a relationship? 

I don’t have a girlfriend. I don’t know if I ever could while I’m in a band, to be honest. I’m very involved when it comes to having a relationship, and I want to be able to give 110%. Unfortunately, I’m giving about 150% to the band, and it would just be lopsided. I don’t think that would be fair for a girlfriend to have to deal with, and I wouldn’t want someone to have to go through that. Now, on the other hand, if I had a girlfriend that was just as busy as me, it might not be a problem. Who knows!

3. How do you guys figure out where you all play? Like does the label pick the venues, do you guys or both?

When we accept tour offers, our booking agent sends us an email with an itinerary of all the dates and venues. It’s pre-set up for us.

4. How do you stay so positive? You went through a shitty situation, and have a constant reminder of it on your body, but you don’t seem to let that bring you down.

You said that you live in the now, and you focus on the present. Is it hard to live to that when some of the lyrics to your band are about living in the past? The lyrics to “Cobwebs” pretty much are the opposite of how you live your life. Is it hard to be around that negativity sometimes?

Being positive is extremely hard, especially when something ridiculous and unexpected happens that you weren’t ready for. For the most part, I think of everything that comes along as cycles in my life. Things change for a reason. Most of the time it doesn’t matter what that reason is to me, because things always have a way of working out for the better. A lot of the time something will happen that will slap me in the face as a way of saying “you’re rubbing against the grain. Just go with the flow”. I’m extremely thankful when that happens because then I’m mentally aware that I’m off track a bit and can refocus myself to now. The scar I have now reminds me of, yes a darker time in my life, but also a good moment. When you can help other people with similar problems because of something you went through, it makes the scars a good thing. 

It can be very difficult being positive with so much negativity around me. When we’re on tour, I’m around constant arguing and complaining. When I’m intently present, however, I’m calm inside no matter what the circumstances are around me. The only thing to watch out for is getting sucked into negativity and joining in.

5. Where do you get your jewelry?

A lot of my necklaces and rings I own came from a shop in Seattle called “Gargoyle Statuary”. Most of the time I just find little random shops on tour that have the sort of stuff I like. One of my favorite places to go is “Necromance” in Hollywood off Melrose. Look it up and check it out if you’re in that area.

6. What songs do you sing/scream in for the album creatures?

In Immaculate Misconception I scream the line “that I sing” after the heavy breakdown before the last chorus. 

In Cobwebs, I’m in the gang vocals in the line “forever” right before the first chorus, and in the line “we’d have a fucking show” before the break in the second verse.

In Dot Com Pt II I do the lines “but nobody heard me”/”I just couldn’t help it”, right after the first chorus.

In City Lights, I sing in the gang vocals at the end.

They’re just very small parts, and they’re all screaming for the most part.

7. Why did you quit being vegan?

I’m in a band full of meat eaters, and it’s too much of a hassle to go out of the way to find “special” food for one person. Plus, it’s extremely expensive. I’m not complaining about the change.

8. When did you realize that this is music was what you wanted to do?

The first show I ever played in high school was when I realized. The feeling I got when I first stepped onto the stage was life changing. I immediately knew.

9. How do you like your coffee?

If I’m making it myself, I use hazelnut creamer, nothing else.

10. Are there any other goals you have set for yourself that you would like to accomplish?

I’d like to eventually write my own book. That’s definitely up there on my list. I also want to write an acoustic album, and maybe do an electronic side project as well. But I don’t see any of that happening anytime soon with all of the upcoming things we have going on. Motionless In White will always come first before anything else.

11. Did you ever think that your band would ever be as big as it is now? If you didn’t make it this far what do you think you’d be doing?

Well, technically, I joined the band when they were gaining hype. So I knew things would grow from there. It is definitely strange to see so many kids singing the words to our songs at shows now, though. It’s a very surreal feeling. If I wasn’t playing music, I would probably be in LA or New York doing something with film. I went to college for almost two years to get a degree in film production, and seriously considered moving to LA when I got done. And then I completely just dropped out because I knew it wasn’t what I truly wanted. But yeah, I’d probably be doing something in film.

12. Would you ever publish any of the things you write, whether it’s poetry or just a short story and what’s your favorite author or poet?

As I said before, I’d love to get something published. If you know how, please, point me in the right direction! My favorite author is Chuck Palahniuk, and poet would be Edgar Allen Poe.

13. So the problem is I am taking to much for granted right now and I hate myself for it and I am tired of being stuck where I am at and doing nothing…. Well the only solution I can think of is to move somewhere where I know no one really and where I dont know my way around. I wanna do what scares me most and thats being completely alone and conquering my fear and finally growing up and doing something with me life. Now the question is do you think its stupid to do that, to move somewhere far away from everything? Your really good with advice so if you read this and have an opinion I would really love to hear it lol

I’m not sure why you feel that you need to move. The grass always seems greener on the other side. Odds are, when you get to a new location, you’re going to feel the same way. Work on your internal state before making a big decision like that. Once you become solid internally, the external world will shift along with it.

[tashacee]

Have you considered doing a snippit where Wild - freshly stuck in Aspect form - tumbles through a portal, meets and rescues Baby, and then the Chain hits the place they're at due to reports of monsters?

To be clear, this would be the first time either Wild or Baby meet the Chain.

Bonus if Twilight decides to scout ahead and then the Chain has to go "rescue" Wolfie.

BWAHAHA

Aspects of a Baby

Link was having one hell of a day. It really was up there with the most wacky, weird, freaky days he’d ever had, to be honest. Up there with turning the Calamity into crispy pork scratchings, up there with slaying Ganon’s dragon fursona, up there with the time he’d joined the Stable Trotters for a gig in Lurelin and woken up the next morning on Palmorae beach in nothing but the tingle hood and a pair of sequinned booty shorts.

This was a weird day.

Okay so. First: Wild was stuck in the Ancient Hero’s Aspect. Which was embarrassing as heck, especially as he couldn’t even talk to explain himself in this thing. But that wouldn’t be so much of an issue were it not for:

Second: he had, somehow, fallen through some sort of portal and was currently trapped in an unfamiliar world. Great.

But wait! There’s more!

Third: so Link, like any self respecting adventurer/chaos gremlin used to getting lost, started to explore. He was in a fairly pleasant woodland and there seemed to be trails made by hylian feet, so he’d been hopeful of finding someone who could help soon.

Instead, he had come upon an incredibly quaint little cottage, complete with flowers around the door and a thatched roof. Unfortunately, this cottage had been surrounded by monsters. And! To make things worse! One of those monsters was dragging a child behind them, kicking and screaming and sobbing as they were pulled.

Well. That just wasn’t cool.

Monsters deciding to get into home renovation, Link could accept. Kidnapping, though? Nuh uh. Unacceptable. The monsters would have to go.

So Link had decided to test out exactly what this Aspect could do and had. Uh.

Torn the monsters to pieces.

He fully expected the child - who, now he thought about it, looked kinda like a kiddie version of the Aspect. Maybe they were the same species? - to be terrified of him after that display. They couldn’t have been eight years old yet, and had spent the whole battle curled into a shivering ball.

In an unexpected turn of events, though, when all of the monsters had been reduced to dust, the kid looked up with big, blue eyes, and then barrelled into Link, throwing themself into his arms.

So. Well. Link had a kid now.

It was a weird day. He wasn’t really sure what he was supposed to do in this situation, though, so he had no real choice but to just go with it. He cuddled the child close, stroking their hair and letting them cry into his shoulder. Then, after taking a moment to find out that the cottage seemed to be totally unoccupied, he shrugged and let himself in.

This child was upset and upset children need cocoa. So Link, a true hero, would provide this cocoa, and would do so from a proper kitchen.

…

Thing is, the weirdness didn’t stop there.

Link and the kid, who thankfully understood enough sign to communicate with him, were just sitting in the kitchen, sipping their cocoa. The kid was, apparently, also called Link, which wasn’t confusing or alarming at all. Link decided to call him Baby. Baby Link. It was fine, it was cute. The lil kid suited it.

He was adorable.

But yeah. They were just sitting in the kitchen, minding their own business, when:

Fourth: “AWOOOOOO!”

A giant wolf smashed through the glass window set into the kitchen door, howling with anger and skittering onto the tiles. The kitchen floor was smooth, so the animal slid as it landed, unable to control its momentum, and slid headfirst into a cupboard door.

“WoooOOoooOOoooo…” it trailed off.

Link immediately jumped to his feet and dashed to stand in front of Baby. He didn’t put it past the kid to go ‘oh! Doggie!’ and try to pet it, and this thing looked angry. He growled at it, hackles rising, daring the wolf to try and attack.

The wolf righted itself and growled back, teeth bared and deadly as it pawed at the ground. The thing was massive, far larger than any wolf that Link had ever seen before, and it seemed almost intelligent - but it didn’t have the red in its eyes that signified a monster.

What was this thing?

Okay, first thing first, he had to get Baby to safety. This thing looked vicious and- wait- what was- Baby-!

“Is-” Baby asked as he poked his head around Link’s legs. “Is he hungry? Do you want some cocoa, puppy?”

No! Wild wasn’t sure what was worse - that he thought it was okay to give cocoa to a dog or that he was apparently unafraid of the giant wolf that had just broken through a windowpane!

He grabbed Baby and pushed him back once again, much to the kid’s chagrin.

“Hey, he’s not a bad guy!” he protested. “You killed the monsters! He’s a pubby!”

Hylia’s tits this kid was adorable. Adorable and a disaster. Here Link was, doing his best to keep him out of trouble from this terrifying wolf and-

Wait.

The wolf, seeing this exchange, had backed down and was now sitting back, watching them with a tilted head and wide eyes.

Baby smiled. “See! Pubby! Hey pubby, want belly rubs?!”

Oh for-

Really? After all that, the ding dang wolf was backing off because the kid offered it belly rubs?

Was it-

Was it wagging its tail?

Link needed a drink.

So fifth weird thing of the day: the ferocious wolf that had burst through the window was now wagging its tail and acting friendly. And it was shifting. And dissolving into black particles. And- and-

And now it was a guy.

… wait

The wolf was a guy.

……………………………..Link was going to stop trying to count how many weird things had happened today. 

The wolf, it turned out, was actually a very apologetic guy who introduced himself as Twilight. He apologised for crashing in and scaring them (“I wasn’t scared!” Baby announced happily), but he’d been told that the house was under attack by monsters and had come to clear them out. 

He felt really bad about that now that it turned out the only people here were the two of them, and seemed pretty relieved when Baby assured them that there had been monsters, but Link had taken care of them.

Baby had to do the explaining. Because this guy didn’t know Link’s sign. Which was. Just great. Fab. Wonderful. Great.

This was one heck of a day.

Still, once that was all cleared up, they seemed to all get along okay. Twilight was patient while Baby interpreted Link’s signs, and they did in fact all end up sitting and drinking cocoa together. The house they were in, it turned out, belonged to the local miller and his family, but surely he wouldn’t begrudge them all having a little sit down after having rescued it from an army of monsters!

Now the thing is, if everything had have ended there, it might have been - well, okay. It still would have been an absolutely insane day all around. But things did not end there. Because half an hour later there came a sound from outside and Twilight said

“Oh! That’ll be my brothers - I was just scouting on ahead of them.”

Link desperately wanted to ask if they were animals in disguise too. But that would have been kinda hypocritical of him, given his own current appearance, and also he couldn’t exactly talk right now. So they all went out to the front of the house to meet them and-

Twilight’s brothers, it turned out, were a bunch of extremely heavily armed men and boys, and they were itching for a fight. In hindsight, Twilight probably should have gone and told them that the monsters were all taken care of.

However, he had not. So these brothers, seeing Link first (i mean come on, he was currently a red haired seven foot tall lion man), assumed that he was the monster and leapt into action, swords drawn, ready to fight.

Well shit.

There were at least eight of them, their weapons deadly, their gazes ferocious. They cried out as they leapt into battle and Link realised belatedly that he’d left his slate - and all the weapons inside of it - in the kitchen-

This wasn’t good. It wasn’t good at all. Wild needed to react, to think of a plan, to-

“YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU BIG BULLIES!”

Wait.

Baby?!

Apparently heedless of any actual danger to himself, Baby had darted out in front of Link and, hands on hips, was glaring up at the group of warriors with big, judgemental eyes. It would be adorable if it wasn’t so alarming.

Link whined and made to pull Baby back, as Twilight ran out and waved his hands in a show of peace to the suddenly very confused group.

Needless to say, the group of brothers were mortified when they realised their mistake, and were very, very apologetic. Link was more than happy to just move on, but Baby would not be easily won over and managed to hold a grudge against them for a full half hour before he broke.

Link really loved that kid.

But, they did all end up sitting down and chatting. Introducing one another. And that’s when the final crazy thing of the day happened.

Because you see, it turned out that Twilight’s name was, in fact, not Twilight. It, along with every one of his ‘brothers’’, was ‘Link’.

The group, which called itself the Chain, was actually a time travelling collection of Heroes from across history, on a divine quest together, and both Baby and Link - now dubbed Wild - had been dragged in to join them.

Yes, really.

Honestly, at this point, WIld was just rolling with it. Time travelling Hero quest. Stuck in the Ancient Aspect. There’s a child there. Whatever.

Man, he really needed a drink.

[ssaalexblake]

I feel sorry for Dae-Ho because this guy Clearly had serious issues with men touching him in S2, friendly embraces from men bothered him viscerally. He dodges away from Jung-Bae's very jovial physicality Twice in the season. Once could be a blip. In a TV show, twice is never an accident, it's a pattern. He also expertly changes the subject one of those times, too. It's how we end up learning everybody's names.

He's clearly trying to take care of Jun-Hee in a brotherly fashion and is frequently found in the bg making sure she's okay, he's considerate of her and caring of her pregnancy. He's good at girly games, apparently. He's asked why he was a marine after he says he can do the girl game and had all those sisters and makes a comment about a father wanting to Toughen Him Up and very quickly moves from That subject too.

(I imagine that pentathlon is the first time anybody's ever validated him for what he Can actually do well, from the looks of it)

Such a nasty picture is painted only with those bare facts. He's a friendly guy, wants to do the good thing, has skills labelled 'feminine' and you Know exactly what crap this guy got growing up for being like those four sisters of his.

Him flinching from Jung-Bae Really says so many unpleasant things.

So he Genuinely tries to step up and take part in the revolution and he's very obviously having some kind of mental breakdown the entire time (so obviously that it's actually kind of clunky imo that apparently Nobody notices it) and is hyperventilating hiding behind cover and not even looking where he fires the gun. He goes back for the ammo and can barely talk and looks like a shell of a person, and tries to go back and just hits a solid wall. Absolute limit. Can't do it.

In S3 we learn that his military service was deferred into some kind of social service, as he was judged unfit/unable to serve. I didn't need to look it up to work out that that'd come with a hell of a social stigma, but people have confirmed such in fandom anyway.

Whoever decided he wasn't mentally fit to be in a gun fight was right, actually. Quite clearly, he couldn't handle that.

His story is just another example of a discussion of stupid social stigma leading to ruin. Of men who aren't capable of whatever being in the military being called Less than because what, they're not able to fire a gun? Not willing to shoot someone? Can't deal with the way the military structures you not as a human, but as a chess piece on a board.

The tragedy is, of course, that Dae-Ho was not lesser or pathetic for not having the temperament for military service. The tragedy is it got so bad for him, and he was looked down on so much by that father of his (and most everybody else apparently), that he decided to start to fake being a marine to escape the stigma of it all.

That instead of living a life where he can accept his own limitations and acknowledge his Actual skills, he ends up in a brutal gun fight to Prove that he can do it when he Can't and that this has spiralling consequences when the rest of them can't get more ammo, and is a factor in the revolution failing.

If Dae-Ho had a a healthy respect for his Actual skills, and not just total disdain for what he Can't do, he'd not have volunteered to take part in that revolution because he'd know he can't do it.

I mean, I kind of get why they had the characters ignore his obvious mental health issue because it voices the outlooks that created the problem to start with directly in the show, but i've been very surprised to see people calling him OOC in S3 when to me, we finally got the missing puzzle piece that made him make total sense.

In the end, him and Gi-Hun who both blame themselves for what's happened use each other as scapegoats and aim their anger and derision and self disgust at each other instead, and it's brutal and ugly and ends in a murder.

And the utter irony for me is that the moment Dae-Ho attacks Gi-Hun and surrenders to that ugliness is the moment the people who've looked down on him as less than a man would have thought he was finally bucking up.

At his absolute Worst moment in the whole show.

[zairielon]

Buck stumbles upstairs about an hour later, and he makes a beeline for the counter. Bobby doesn't think he's consciously doing it. There's a difference between 'man on a mission' Buck and 'lost at sea' Buck, and right now, the kid looks like he's been dragged through mud and left out to dry.

Bobby slides him an empty mug, mostly to test the waters. Buck catches it, folds it between his hands, and continues to stare at the countertop as if there's a divine secret hidden in its depths. Seems like the 118 is full of unaddressed issues today.

"Buck," Bobby ventures, still testing, and Buck's head snaps up.

"Oh, sorry, Cap, I- I didn't hear you."

"I didn't say anything," Bobby assures, mildly.

Buck swallows. "Oh."

Bobby lets the silence hang and thicken. It's a very effective tactic, waiting the kid out. But today, Buck says nothing. He runs his nails soundlessly against the mug, and he looks sicker and sicker with every passing second, like he's being torn up from the inside out.

An hour ago, Eddie had sat at this counter and put the word 'commitment-phobe' in Bobby's mouth. Now, Buck sits there, on the same stool, and he's trapping his thoughts inside his head. It concerns Bobby most when Buck falls silent. He can't do much to combat whatever hell the kid's made for himself if he doesn't even know what it is.

He has an idea, though. He has an idea in the same way that he'd left one person out of his list of things Eddie has no problem committing to; he has an idea in the same way that Buck's been dodging Eddie all day, and it wouldn't look like avoidance if the two men didn't spend their shifts hanging off each other, chatting about nothing, catching up on a week they'd already spent together.

It would change Buck's life to have someone commit to him like that. Maybe it's more accurate to say 'if he let himself accept that someone already has.'

But Eddie is too wrapped up in what's expected of him — lapsed Catholic, indeed — and Buck will never break the silence first. Bobby respects both of them enough to let things be. He's long since decided he'll only intervene if things get ugly — though he's starting to worry that time could be coming soon.

For now, he reaches out and squeezes Buck's shoulder, then neatly slips the mug from his hands. "I'll make you some coffee."

Buck's voice is quiet when he speaks, almost small. But the gratitude is genuine.

"Thanks, Cap."

[alligatorcarapace]

I always think it's interesting how many tropes that 03 Donny flips on it's head when it comes to filling the role as the "smart one", from his softer voice casting to his open empathy, there's many facets of him that breaks the tropes often associated with the role.

But the one that I want to talk about is his developing connection to the spiritual, and how when it comes to things of the esoteric and mystical he kinda ends up with a semi-specialization in it.

Cause I've read long posts about 03 Mikey and 03 Leo about it, and rightly so considering some of the canon events however, Donny-boy here is a bit neglected in this area.

So I want to be the change in the world I want to see and point out that the purple banded turtle does not have a struggle with things like those other two, nor has almost no interaction with such things like Raph does(Which that is a post for another day becuase I do think it says something about his character, most likely unintentionally as Raph got the shaft in the 03 series despite him being so well written in the first 5 seasons).

Because Leo clearly has more foundation in the teachings around it all, but he still struggles with chi-channeling in season 5 despite it all. If I had to shoot in the dark, I'd say it's becuase Leo thrives in outlined environments with clear rules.

Presumably, by the same logic, it's that internal belief that he's breaking the rules when he uses Gunshin that breaks him. Assuming the alluded connection the Tribunal made where chi and belief have a direct connection is true of course.

Mikey, on the other hand has consistency issues I don't see with Donny. He has some wild unexplained and spontaneous moments connected with his luck, from the underground visions, to his moment of chi channeling before his own bragging acted as the key to humbling instantly afterwards. Leading to this dynamic of Mikey being good at chi as long as he doesn't acknowledge it.

Basically he can only do it on accident/instinct and then suffers from performance anxiety the second he realizes it. If we go back to that chi to belief idea, I'd say it's connected to Mikey needing other's validation to help with his self-esteem thus having little actual belief in himself.(Probably doesn't help that my man's clearly a kinesthetic learner and he was sent to the library for his training's foundations. The Tribunal will forever be the greatest examples of how teaching is a skill separate from the skill you trying to teach and you need to be good at both for your students to get anywhere)

Meanwhile to contrast these two, there's an almost background arc and growth in Donny as the show goes on that makes him more and more better at doing and accepting such spiritual and supernatural phenomena.

From his own vision from the underground that drove them down there a second time, to his connecting to Splinter in the astral plane(Which could be read as Splinter's own mastery of the mystical arts, but when combined with everything else shows growth on Donny part), to quickly gaining and consistently maintain his chi channeling after just study in the library, we see Donny having a skill that he slowly works on.

If I had to guess, he most likely started learning after Mikey's underground dreaming and supernatural that sort of busted his own teasing skepticism Donny had during that first trip down under. Meaning this is something he's been looking into and developing long before the tribunal showed up, and as said with the Tricertons, it helped him.

Going back to that shot in the dark thing that accidentally has taken over this post: if Chi=Belief is true, then Donny following his gut feelings a lot such as the curiosity that drive's to seek out answers and see what things do most likely plays a big factor in this. Because we see him with fancy mystical crystals, explore libraries, going through that portal that was drawn up a few weeks ago with an artist he just met, traveling to other dimensions with April via artifact found in her antique shop without telling anyone. Things that make his curiosity have almost a level of recklessness to them, that also displays his thirst for knowledge and quiet confidence in himself.

By the end of the series Donatello is equally into the proved hard sciences, as well as the esoteric unexplainable supernatural and general mystical aspects of his world. Experience with time and dimensional travel, both in a more sci-fi way and in a more magical "the staff was angry" kind of way.

A mutant mystical warrior if you will ;)

So yeah 03 Donny is very interestingly different from a lot of the other Donatello's in that by the end of the series, by a normal person's standards he's very superstitious and spiritual. Of course to Donny he's neither of those things considering the life he's lived and the unexplainable he's seen and craves to understand.

A funny counter to Rise!Donnie who struggles with the very same concepts due to the very same reasons. A very interesting parallel between the two(Meanwhile 2012 Donnie can revive the dead and became a vampire, and 87 Donatello just straight up is an eldritch horror in a way) that would be very interesting to explore.

It's funny how much people like to overstate Rise's characterization differences, but when it comes to Donnie, we've seen glimpses of that madness and bluntness in most of the others. 03 Donny is almost the odd man out. Almost. BatmanVsTmnt(The movie, I have not read the comics) Donatello manages to get those vibes as well, though tbh that entire iteration feels more like 03, outside of their Mikey, which makes me a little giddy with my obvious 03 biases.

So to close 03 Donatello is a gentle soul who's excitement comes from learning to the point of airheaded impulsiveness, and with the life he's lead opened his mind up to the possibilities giving him a more reliably consistent connection to the fantasy side of the show.

This to me makes him very interesting to me as he's more of a day dreamer who spends more time in his head than the lab in comparisons to characters in other media that tends fill the trope of the "smart one" with more cold feeling and emotional issues, most likely as a way to balance out the character's intelligence

[frauleiiin]

Risha & Kaaydan's backstory

So here's the awaited (by me) reblog with the ~context~. I'll dive a little deeper in Kaaydan's life so grab some chips and enjoy!

As most of you know, Kaaydan's greatest love is Rue (my Imperial Agent) but there has been two persons who've carved the path to his heart before.. Jayze Ketnai (OC) and Risha Drayen (NPC). To understand this scene we need to go back to his first love Jayze.. I won't go into details but I have this RefSheet that explains it a little better! But basically they dated back when Kaaydan lived on Nar Shaddaa and they were their first everything. Unfortunately, Kaaydan got assaulted REAL bad (more info on his RefSheet) and that event is what made him leave his homeworld. He wanted to bring his boyfriend with him but Jayze had a family and a debt to pay to the Hutts, so Kaaydan didn't have a choice than to leave without him. It broke him and he didn't dare to get into relationships for 10 years. As he slowly dipped more into the underworld, he became more and more of a slut lol, and started sleeping around a lot. That mainly happened because of his fear of abandonment, which caused commitment issues, and let's say that ''losing'' Jayze didn't help him in his insecurities.

So.. we're in 10 ATC, our man goes to Coruscant to get his beloved ship back and there she is.. Risha. At first, he was attracted to her but this man is attracted to anybody so it barely meant anything. But as time passed, as he started to truly know Risha, he noticed something.. growing inside of him.. consuming him.. ✨feelings✨. Slowly, he started to flirt less to not flirt at all with people. He couldn't sleep, he would need drink during the night (never said he had healthy habits), no one would occupy his mind like Risha did and it was driving him NUTS. This post could be called ''A man discovers he's in love and loses it.''. Eventually towards the end of the class story, they FINALLY get together and Kaaydan gets to experience love again after 10 years. These two had a good 5 years together until the Eternal Empire struck planets from both the Republic and the Empire, making smuggle business significantly harder than before. Kaaydan could've seen it as a challenge and continue to defy the odds but something was off. He was getting into sort of depressed moods more often, isolating himself, getting into fights with Risha more often, he sort of had an identity crisis and decided that he didn't want to continue smuggling. He was tired. His relationship with Risha took a big hit, he actually was the one who broke up with her and decided to exile himself with Bowdaar on Zakuul.

He felt really bad about the breakup, not really because he missed her (even if he did at the beginning) but because she was his friend and he hurt her, a lot. 5 more years passes where Kaaydan is in severe depression, not leaving his appartment except to go to bars once in a while. He even had a short-lived relationship with a fellow Mirialan but things didn't work out as he was too dysfunctional for a relationship. Then as some of you know, Rue, after many years of not seeing each other, recruited him into the Alliance and started dating short after. Few months go by, Kaaydan hears about a certain Risha Drayen and Corso Riggs arriving at the Alliance. He was really happy at the idea of seeing them again but was unsure to go talk to Risha. Then Rue looks at him and tells him something like ''Go. I know she's more than an ex. Go talk to her.'' with a smile. So Kaaydan comes over to say hi, they hug, he apologizes for hurting her so many years ago and then Corso interrupts them to give a BIIIG hug to Kaaydan. At that point, Bowdaar and Gus are also at the Alliance, so all the crew is reunited (idk if Akaavi is there but yea), so they go to the Alliance Cantina to drink and have fun. It's complete chaos with the boys LMAO but I do imagine Rue and Risha talking together while observing them. Later in the evening, it's time for Risha and Corso to leave.. And this edit, is their last glance before parting away for a while. Two friends looking at each other, bittersweet of how things ended between them but happy for each other <3

I like to describe them as two people who were never meant to be more than friends but things happened differently.

for Rue (end-game partner) & Kaaydan context click here!

Risha turns and looks back at Kaaydan. He looks at her. Their eyes lock. A hint of a tear in both...

And, ever so subtly, for just a fleeting second, Risha smiles.

It's the kind of smile you could miss if you blinked -- but it's enough to signal to Kaaydan that she recognized that look on his face and that she still remembers it, and still thinks of it to this day...

Then she walks out the door. Kaaydan glances at his fellow friends in the Alliance's cantina. Then, he nods, and joins them.

- Screenplay written by Damien Chazelle/La La Land. Modified by Fraulein.

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I'll always love you La La Land <3

[mordacitatis]

thought on the topic of ai, particularly word generators. if, for example, someone used chatgpt to write the rest of grrm's book(s), and then someone sent the generated ideas to him a la fanfic (which we all should know NOT to do), would that cause him to be unable to use any of the stuff in the story? like. if he (accidentally) read it i guess.

saw the authors suing chatgpt post and was hmmmm. hurrrm.

[the-physicality]

paige shouting out tash cloud at every opportunity....love that