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[pseudophan]

NORA MY AUTOGRAPHED YWGTTN ARRIVED I CANT BELIEVE HIS SIGNATURE ITS ILLEGIBLE I LOVE IT

i adore how he manages to make a three letter name illegible he is so talented and special to me <3

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[followdelight]

I wish I had better stamina for video games but I got the new Super Mario Bros for Christmas and it has been a delight. I can only play in small/medium doses but we'll get there eventually.

[smallandsundry]

Thanks for sharing all your Bishova art! Do you have other art or fic recommendations?

glad you've been enjoying my slow spiral into a new fandom! (well, new for me)

i have a LOT of fic recs i will not be keeping this short asjdhka and also i am sure you've seen a bunch of these already so gotta add extra:

the habit, the sequence, the loss by @fiddleabout (this is more an incredible yelena character study but there IS bishova and they kiss)

breaking little hearts like the one in me by @simplybishova (a winter soldier au that will stab you in the face)

short fuse if you light my fire by @thecousinsdangereux (epic post-hawkeye college au it's gonna be like 300k when it's done)

we've got scars on our future hearts (but we never look back) by @emilyjunk (frustrating fake married au because they haven't kissed yet feel free to yell at the author about that)

devil in a red dress by @unicyclehippo (friends to lovers and also occasionally epistolary. and there are puns!!!)

tether and drift by @strangelythirsty (a pacific rim au, which is like, top three aus of all time and REALLY works for bishova ngl)

precious metals by @tinykippen (knights! disguises! kate being a goober!)

i was also recced a bunch i haven't gotten around to yet but anyway:

you've got the love by luscious_words (actually rated M, which, this fandom is very chaste so that's a welcome addition)

kate bishop dies on a thursday by Axinite25 (timeloop au!!!)

your mother wouldn’t approve (of how my mother raised me) by dare121 (a 5 times fic)

okay that's a lot like, i have a huge to read list from my friends so i will probably add at some point

i don't have many specific artists recs cos i assume you already know @critter-of-habit and their incredible art and have also seen the super hot mma au @gazpachito is doing and mostly i see things on twitter and not on tumblr

[clarkeybabey]

❝ everybody wants a taste ❞

# summary; sharing is not always caring

# playlist; jealous, nick jonas, gold rush, taylor swift, the boy is mine - remix, ariana grande, brandy, & monica!

# word count; 1.2k

# note; I did not intend for this to be so long originally, whoops. kinda hate this

"And you're positive you don't wanna come along, darlin'," George asks for what seems to be the hundredth time this evening as he pulls his coat on, he's been begging for you to rethink your decision for the last twenty-five minutes, and you aren't budging this time.

Shaking your head, "I can't leave my baby two nights in a row, honey, that's outrageous," you frown, gesturing down to your dog who has cuddled herself up against the blanket that's still warm from the dryer. He groans, tossing his head back in an attempt to gain extra sympathy points, "Plus, all this laundry and love island to catch up on."

He comes trudging back towards you, flopping down on the bed dramatically, "Don't wanna go without you," he pouts and you kiss his jutted-out lower lip, when you pull back he's fighting a smile and losing miserably, "I'll be right here waiting for you to get back, I'll even try an' stay up for you, okay?"

Defeated he sighs, ""Kay, I love you," he kisses you this time, a real one, long and slow. His hand comes up to find the pulse point on your neck as his tongue slides against yours.

You catch on quickly, grabbing his shoulders and giving a light shove, "I love you and you know how much I enjoy your kisses, but go have fun with your friends, my lips'll be here when you get back home."

Standing up from where he had thrown himself just moments ago, mumbling, "Fine, fine, I'll fuck off," he throws a wink and a kiss at you as he walks from your shared room, you hear his keys jangle as he grabs them from the hook, followed by a third goodbye, and the door being pulled shut behind him.

You stay exactly how he left you for a while longer, at least until the washer beeps when you get up to swap the laundry around, you find Poppy sat by the door staring at you with her tail wagging a hundred miles per hour.

The idea of a walk this late without George has you wishing you had let him stay, "Sad world we live in, Pop, wishing I had a man to keep me safe from the bloody dark," you let out a breathy giggle to yourself at your words as you shove one of his hoodies over your head and slide your slippers on.

The door slams heavily behind you as you trudge down the stairs, the cool air nipping at your once-warm cheeks wind rash was the least of your worries as you make your way down the street lamp-lit sidewalk, every sense heightening. When Poppy stops to sniff one you fish your phone out of your pocket, tapping through your friend's Instagram stories.

When you get to Chris' you notice George in the background of a video of him and Arthur. Not just George though, him and a girl, he's leaned against the bar on his elbow, smiling at something shes said. It's friendly, and probably a fan, but why has she been touching his arm for what feels like ages? The video felt like it was nearly three hours long.

Screenshotting, you zoom in on the two, not even noticing the scowl that's situated on your face. You feel a pit in your stomach and it burns a hole straight through you, you're not usually the jealous type, but you're never left home either. Fans know you exist and they've slowed down the whole throwing themselves at him thing quite a bit, George never establishes boundaries, assuming they know where the line is.

Deciding you've seen enough of that, you tap through to the next slide, this time it's the four of them standing together, arms over each other's shoulders: Arthur, Chris, George, then the girl you swear you've never seen in your life. Both posts have been up for just under ten minutes.

That was enough social media for the evening, you internally establish on your walk home, turning your phone off just in time for it to buzz from what you assume is a text that you don't even bother glancing at.

Once you've made it back inside, you no longer feel like doing any more laundry, instead you kick off your shoes, hang your jacket up by the door, snuggle up in the warm duvet, and press play on your show. Before you know it you have watched two hours' worth of Love Island and fallen asleep, you don't even notice when the boys come fumbling back into the flat.

That is until George's cold hands meet your cheek, you push him away mumbling about him fucking off, and turn away from him. He snorts and apologizes with his hands up in surrender he knows you can't see, "Better change your clothes and brush your teeth, no outside clothes on my clean sheets," and he does just that before returning from the ensuite, scooting into bed behind you, pulling you into him.

You do your best not to let him cuddle up to you, letting your jealousy overpower how much you'd missed his presence alone, "Missed you lots, sweetheart, Chippo was asking 'bout you." You hum, not bothering with a verbal reply and he quickly picks up on how abnormally stiff you are against him.

"Something wrong," ignorance is bliss and sometimes your boyfriend is exactly that, but you can't blame him for being so confused this time. In his mind, he wasn't even home to piss you off so he's stuck raking through his mind in search of one thing, anything relatively bad he's done through your whole relationship

You shrug, finally speaking up, "No, jus' saw Chris' story, jealousy's a disease and mine chronic," he can hear the pout in your voice, doing his best to stifle a giggle, and failing as your feel rattle through his chest, "Nothing to be jealous of, darlin', she only knew me from your tiktok," he snorts as his fingers draw shapes on your back beneath your shirt.

And now you feel silly for ever thinking something strange was happening, this was exactly why you hardly ever got jealous, it was always something like that or "She just wanted me to get a picture of her with Arthur."

There was never a time where he made you feel as if you shouldn't be secure in your relationship, but when you're left alone your mind does such stupid things, "Dont feel silly, any time anyone comes up to you, I feel the same way, just bite my tongue, 'cause I don't want you to think I don't trust you."

"And before you say it, I know you trust me, if you didn't we wouldn't have me it this far," he presses a kiss to your forehead, your cheek, your nose, and finally your lips. He smiles against your mouth, and when he speaks again his toothpaste-y breath fans over your face, "Now g'night, beautiful, I love you more than you know."

All of a sudden you're a puddle in his arms, "Goodnight, I love you... so much," this time he can hear the smile in your voice at the sound of it he can't fight one of his own.

[rhiannonsknife]

YJ SPOILER

ughhh 😵‍💫😵‍💫 Jackie gave suburban mom in the latest episode. She literally looked so pretty like I’m in a trance. likeeee I kinda wanna be her younger girlfriend (I’m imagining her as if she’s in her 30’s) SHE WOULD DEF BE A SOCCER MOM. I need her to tell me I’m her pretty girl while she’s stroking my back (I don’t have issues-that’s a lie) also is this controversial idk?? (I came out of my anon to say this) OKAY BYE

NO I HEAR YOU. I SEE YOUR VISION, GOOD LORD. (draft from 3 days ago that i couldn’t post until now! this was kinda rushed, i’m sorry 😭😭)

maybe you’re her kid’s soccer coach, always kind of watching jackie from a distance, always assuming she’s married (maybe she is. it stops mattering once you get closer…)

at first, you tell yourself it’s just an innocent little crush. a silly thing, really, temporary. you’re surrounded by parents daily, watching from the sidelines, chatting with each other as they wait for practice to end. jackie shouldn’t stand out more than any of them, except that she does. with her flowy sundresses, perfectly done hair, and gold jewelry that glints in the afternoon sun when she tucks her sunglasses into the neckline of her shirt, you pick her out in every crowd, like your eyes are drawn to her on instinct.

she’s married, you remind yourself. she’s a mom.

still.

“you’re good with them,” jackie says one day, leaning against the fence as you gather stray soccer balls into the mesh bag slung over your shoulder. “my kid really likes you”

you laugh, hoping it’ll cover up your obvious nervousness, and adjust the bag. “yeah? well, she’s a good player.”

she hums. “must be the coaching”

you try not to overthink it, but moments like these start piling up. there are always little comments or short glances, and jackie always seems to find a reason to stay behind after practice. it feels coincidental until you start noticing the way her voice dips when she talks to you, how her eyes flick down over your body before settling back on your face.

she begins showing up extra early as well, just so she can stand and watch you from the sidelines, her fingers absentmindedly toying with the hem of her clothes or tapping against her bottom lip with neatly manicured nails. (also, jackie always seems very focused when you’re running drills with the kids, her eyes following you as you jog across the field, trailing up your legs when she thinks you’re not looking).

— more (nsfw) soccer mom!jackie thoughts below the cut. mdni.

soccer mom!jackie who invites you over after practice.

she tells you it’s just to talk about her kid, something vague about their position on the team or how they’re adjusting. naturally, given how casual she brought it up to you, you believe her and show up at her house expecting the usual parent-coach conversation.

the moment she opens the door, though, those plans go straight out the window. jackie looks good. not that she doesn’t always, but tonight, it’s different. the dress she’s wearing is softer, thinner, clinging to her body in just the right places. her hair is down too, loose waves falling over her shoulders. “you drink wine, right?” she asks as she leads you inside, already moving toward the kitchen. you watch as jackie pours you a glass, her delicate gold bracelets clinking softly with each movement. at this point, you're still desperately holding on to the belief this is all innocent, that there’s no way jackie taylor has invited you over to her place just to seduce you.

she hands you the glass and leans against the counter, watching you like a hawk as she takes a slow sip from her own. it isn’t until comfortable quiet (not at all the ‘talk’ jackie had mentioned) settles between you that you realize: you listen for sounds of footsteps upstairs, for the hum of a television in another room, for anything at all. instead, there’s nothing. no kids. no husband. just you and jackie in her kitchen.

soccer mom!jackie leans in just a little too close for comfort.

“you think i don’t notice?” she murmurs, fingers ghosting over yours on the counter.

“jackie,” you say, meaning for it to come out as a warning. instead, it sounds like something closer to a plea.

“the way you look at me,” she continues.

and god, you wish you could deny it. wish you could say you hadn’t spent weeks letting your eyes wander, hadn’t noticed the way her lips wrapped around her coffee straw at practice, hadn’t found yourself distracted by the way her stupid sundresses clung to her when the breeze caught them just right. the thing is that you had. the thing is that there’s no way you’ll tell her ‘no’ when she’s the one who started.

jackie leans in, her fingers trailing higher, skimming up to the collar of your shirt before reaching your jaw.

soccer mom!jackie who’s the one to close the distance and kiss you.

it’s slow at first, testing the waters. her lips are hesitant against yours for the first few seconds, feeling like she’s waiting for you to be the first to pull away. when you don’t, she finally presses in closer, her body molding against yours. jackie’s tongue slips into your mouth, and you feel yourself clenching at the soft sigh she lets out at the first taste of you.

by the time she finally leans back for air, you’re both breathless. jackie looks almost proud of herself, like she knew this would happen eventually. brushing her thumb over your jaw, she smirks. “took you long enough.”

soccer!mom jackie who makes you fuck her in the bed she shared with her husband.

her mouth is right by your ear the entire time, with you on top and your hand between her legs, so jackie can tell you exactly what to do while you fuck her through multiple orgasms.

each time you try to slow down, she’s there, nails scratching down your back, legs caging you in around your waist as she thrusts her hips into you. “don’t you dare,” she pants, shaking her head erratically. “don’t you fucking dare!”

jackie takes herself by surprise when she realizes just how much she’s gushing around your fingers as you push them into her time and time again. it’s been so long since she had someone to worship her like you, kissing down her neck and all over her chest (always making sure you won’t leave any marks on her), and you're already doing a better job than her husband did in the past years of their marriage.

“god yes-“ she gasps when you curl your fingers against her g-spot. “right there. right there!”

soccer mom!jackie who slips out of bed in the middle of the night.

you almost expect her to just leave you there. jackie moves like she already knows exactly how to slip out of someone’s arms without waking them, pulling on a silk gown as she stands.

in the dark, she catches you watching her, amusement flickering across her face as she ties the sash around her waist. “relax,” she says, like she’s been reading your mind. “i’m just getting us some water.”

you sigh in relief, not realizing until that moment that you’d been holding your breath. jackie chuckles, shaking her head. “my husband’s out with the kids all weekend,” she adds. “i’m not kicking you out yet,” then she’s gone down the hall, leaving you alone with the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears for reasons beyond the orgasms she’s coaxed out of you earlier that night

[quintessenceofdust88]

Congratulations on 500!!! 🎉💗 I’d love some bucktommy with pregnant Buck and prompt 6 ✨

Thank youuu Lory 🎉💗🎉💗 Here you go, prompt 6 with pregnant Buck! I decided to go a little rom-com with it and I hope you like it! It's post 8x18 and canon verse! Prompt 6: “Of course I’m pregnant! Can’t you see that?” “Well, I didn’t want to assume and be rude.

Thing is, Buck wasn't even supposed to be on the field. He's almost six months pregnant, and more often than not has been relegated to desk duty for the past few weeks.

But Ravi sprained his ankle on their last call and has been sent home early, and they get a call for a big car pile-up before Chim can even think about calling someone to replace him. He looks as if he wants to protest when Buck makes his way towards the truck, but then he sighs, realizing they don't have much of a choice.

"No shenanigans, Buckley, you hear me?", Chim says sternly. "You better keep my niece safe"

"Copy that, Cap", Buck says, and he means it; he doesn't plan to put his baby girl in danger. "I'll be fine, Chim"

Turns out. Buck is not as fine as he thought he would be. A few weeks of desk duty has left him slightly out of practice, and carrying fifteen extra pounds definitely doesn't help. He tries to push through at first, but he's sweating, and his legs are trembling, and his daughter is fiercely kicking him in protest.

"Buck, go and sit down before we have to take care of you instead of the patients", Hen says, not unkindly, but firmly, and Chim nods while ordering Eddie to take over search and rescue.

Buck doesn't protest as he normally would; he really could use a moment to sit. He finds a bench by the sidewalk and heavily sits on it, a small sigh escaping his lips as he rests a hand on his bump. He closes his eyes for a second, trying to will his hearbeat to slow down, and that's why he only knows someone approached him when he hears the last voice he expected to.

"Evan?!"

With a jolt, Buck opens his eyes only to find Tommy standing over him. He's wearing his flight suit, looking sinfully good, and right now staring at Buck with widened blue eyes.

"What are you -" Tommy starts, and then he looks down, noticing the very prominent bump Buck is showing.

Buck can practically see Tommy's brain running the math, and he tries his best not to flinch. He... he meant to tell Tommy, he truly did. But then there was the laboratory lockdown, and Bobby died, and things kept happening, and then it was too late, and he didn't know how to anymore.

"Evan, um." Tommy says awkwardly, rubbing his neck, and looking from the bump to Buck's face. "Are you pre- um. Are you...?"

Buck knows it's probably a shock to Tommy, and he could be kinder about it. He could, but there are hormones running through his system, and now he's nervous about Tommy finding out, and before he knows it he's rolling his eyes at him.

"Of course I'm pregnant! Can't you see that?" Buck says, pointing to the bump straining against his LAFD shirt.

"Well, I didn't want to assume and be rude!", Tommy says defensively, and then gives Buck that trademark bitchy look. "We... we haven't talked in weeks and... You never said anything. You never told me"

"Well, who says it's yours?" Buck retorts, and he meant it mostly as a joke; after all, he's never slept with another man besides Tommy.

But Tommy's face falls instantly, and Buck can see those wretched emotional walls coming up as he crosses his arms around his chest.

"I'm kidding!", he rushes to correct himself, hurriedly getting up and placing a hand on Tommy's shoulder before he can go away. "Of course it's yours, Tommy, I... whoa."

Buck shouldn't have gotten up so fast; he feels the world spin around him and his knees buckle. The only reason he doesn't fall is because Tommy has wrapped two strong arms around him.

"Hey, you okay? I've got you" Tommy says, impossibly tender, and Buck nods tentatively.

"Yeah, just... She doesn't like sudden movements" He mutters, and Tommy looks as if the sun itself has taken home on his smile.

"She? It's a girl?" Tommy asks, his voice filled with wonder and delight, and Buck definitely regrets every time he thought about telling him and didn't go through with it, too afraid Tommy would reject him and their baby.

"Y-yeah. Still haven't named her. Didn't... Didn't feel right to do it alone" Buck admits, and it's so very true. Every time he tried to think of names, the first thought in his mind was what Tommy would think of them.

"Well, I... I'd love to help you with that" Tommy says, and he looks so vulnerable, so eager, that Buck feels like he's falling in love with him all over again.

Before he can stop himself, he presses a gentle kiss to Tommy's lips, their daughter a steady and warm presence between the two of them.

"I want you to help me" Buck reassures him softly, and Tommy gives him that scrunchy smile that makes Buck's heart skip a beat.

Tommy's very inconvenient captain chooses that moment to call him over the radio, and his regret is clear all over his face when he squeezes Buck's hand.

"I gotta go. Text me?" He asks, and Buck nods.

"I promise", he says, and he means it.

"Take care. Of you both", Tommy says, pressing a kiss to Buck's forehead and a gentle hand to his bump before rushing away.

Buck stands there, smiling, all tiredness forgotten and replaced by a happiness he hasn't felt ever since losing Bobby.

He wonders what Tommy's doing Saturday, and if he'll like Buck's baked Alaska.

[wyniepooh]

Snow

snow rarely falls in district twelve. but when it does, it always takes something, or someone away with him.

peacekeeper!coriolanus snow x district!reader. reader meets snow at the hob in district twelve. Written with blonde buzzcut white tee blue uniform and dog tag in mind ofc. In which reader peaks an unhinged corio’s interest post lucy gray… whether it’s a pure or toxic interest is up to u babe (but it’s meant to be a lil toxic okay).

“You can’t be here if you’re not gonna dance. Or drink.”

A flash of blonde swished towards you, so bright it seemed to reflect even under the dim light.

“excuse me?”

You chuckled as you stepped into the corner he was hiding in, hopping onto the stool and grabbing two pints of the watered-down beer before sticking an arm out. his arms remained crossed, eyes focused on into the bubbling liquid.

“Oh, come on, mr. peacekeeper. You’re off duty. I won’t tell.”

his lips thinned in an attempt to smile before he finally grabbed the glass from your hand. you took a sip, using the opportunity to scour the quiet man in front of you. peacekeeper, obviously. if the classic blue uniform and dog tag didn't give it away, the buzzcut identical to an array of people in the room certainly did.

Although, his hair was a brilliant shade of blonde, white, almost, forcing a separation from him and the rest of his comrades.

you set your cup down, wiping your mouth with the frilly sleeve of your dress. "so, why aren't you dancing?"

he opened his mouth, then closed it. you raised your eyebrows, chuckling lightly at his wooden expression. "well?"

He sighed. “I’m leaving this district tomorrow. I've been reassigned to district two," he finally spoke. "I'm here because they," he swiped a hand over at the men behind him, "wanted to celebrate. I don’t… care for it."

you blew out an annoyed breath, rolling your eyes lightly at his response. his eyes squinted, silently assessing the way you gulped down the last of your drink and the way in which you brushed your tongue over your lips.

"you're looking at this all wrong..." you paused.

"coriolanus."

you grinned, "...coriolanus."

you hopped off the wooden stool, patting down your fluffy skirt. "you think they have bars like this in district two? you think they have beer, music, and dancing like this over in that fancy district?"

"well, I assume-"

"Well, stop assuming,” you ran your hands through your hair, staring into his blue eyes as you strode in his direction. “And simply live. You never know what might happen. tonight's your last chance to celebrate in the best district there is, corio. your last chance to dance, drink..."

going on your toes be at level with his face, you stepped even closer, close enough to smell his freshly washed shirt and feel his slow breaths on your eyelashes.

"...kiss," you whispered. the corners of his lips perked up ever so slightly, his blue eyes glossy from the flickering candles. you backed away with your eyes still locked together, only looking away when you slotted your way into the expanding dance circle in the middle of the room.

you laughed and yelled as you twirled and tapped your feet, linking arms with the seamstress you always see at the supermarket, holding the hands of the baker that always snuck you an extra muffin. when the lively music finally came to an end, you instinctively looked in his direction-- but he was no longer there, cup still half full on the worn-down table.

Wiping your forehead with a cloth, you panted as you opened the door leading to the outside. you relished in the cool breeze, feeling an immediate relief from the humid dancing quarters. you looked to your right, and there you spotted the same shimmering blonde hair, the same shiny blue eyes making their mark on you.

your feet were moving before you even realized. when you neared him, he looked down at you with an unexplainable gaze in his eyes, hands clenched by his side.

you opened your mouth to speak, but your words never got a chance to escape. In one moment, you were close enough to touch the brick wall in front of you with your hand, and in the next, your back was up against the prickly surface.

He inhaled sharply before he pressed his lips against yours, his fingers skimming your chin as yours grazed the back of his head. you couldn’t help but smile at the bitter taste of beer still on his tongue, pushing his head harshly against your mouth while you relaxed against the wall.

his lips lingered on yours for a long moment before he pulled away.

"snow," he breathed against the flesh of your lips.

you scoffed, still dazed and breathless. "what?-"

"coriolanus snow."

you slowly reached for the silver tag dangling around his neck, turning it around to observe the cold metal. "if you ever come to the capit-"

"I am never going to the-"

his hand came up to clutch your hand, which was still latching onto his chain tightly. "if you ever come to the capitol..."

pressing his forehead against yours, his other hand danced along your waist while he pulled your chin closer to him again.

"come find me.”

-

a/n: hey guys... did I just write a pic about president snow? yeah I did. I would like to formally apologize to katniss, finnick, peeta, johanna, etc and suzanne collins I’m sorry but I’m just a girl

Btw everyone I’ve only ever seen the movies n have never read any of the books (shame on me ik but I’m planning on it) so pls excuse any inaccuracies in setting, timeline, etc, etc.

[aylinaliens]

just saw a post about unrequited kingdon and okay okay hear me out i need it. i go wild for the unrequited love trope where it’s oblivious NOT unrequited but there are too many factors and complicated baggage for them to be together. so one of the acknowledges it, they accept their feelings and pine and yearn like a fool (*cough* frank langdon *cough*) while the other decides that they should move on because the feelings won’t be reciprocated so those feelings? they go in a Neat Little Box.

i need time to go by and frank to be at his lowest. i need him to go to rehab and work on himself and attempt to repair his marriage to abby WHILE he’s lowkey emotionally cheating with mel. i need them to spend so much time together outside of work. it’s basically an emotionally affair without the physical aspect.

i need frank to go through that separation and divorce that’s a long time coming but gets drawn out because he loves abby, he does, but that relationship isn’t fixable. i need him to lean on mel throughout it all because she’s his best friend and maybe he’s in love with her

i need both of them to come close to confessing so many times. frank is holding himself back because he knows he’s not good enough for mel and mel doesn’t want to put any extra baggage & weight on him. so they do this little elaborate dance for an embarrassingly long time

and then one day at work frank sees mel with red cheeks and a bright smile, so he assumes it’s a case or something but no, mel was just asked out by a doctor in a different department. mel is happily talking to frank about it because obviously they are best friends but frank is very much torn up about it.

obviously the date goes well obviously they end up emotionally cheating whilst she’s in that relationship too because i think they should be messy and it’ll ramp up the angst factors idk

they do get together eventually but i want it to take forever. i want them to come close to admitting their feelings only to pull back. i think it would be neat!!!!! let the slow burn BURN. friends to lovers is always more juicy when you pair it with mass amounts of pain

[bigassmoth]

Something so enticing about a post-apocalypse yandere

Someone dependable who you know will never ice you over resources or possible death. Its scary at times, they seem to consider killing you so "you wouldnt have to endure anymore", but their intense affection for you always wins out.

They dont let you do any dangerous work, so you are put in charge of the base camp. There is only the two of you- and there will never be anyone else. Your companion cannot share you- but they will insist its because outsiders will be a liability and ultimately betray you. So socially isolated you assume your companion has good intentions. When they touch your face, tuck your hair behind your ear, inhale your scent when they hug you- contact they want before they leave the safety of the base. You are lonely too, which is why you let them slide into bed with you and wrap their scarred arms around you. So desperate for human contact that you feel yourself getting wet and hot when their breath tickles your ear.

"Ah...you should have told me. No- it's my fault that I didnt notice sooner." Their voice is so soft and gentle- a voice that has walked you through so much panic and grief. Their rough hands are on you, stroking your legs and ass at a slow pace.

"We should do this...so you can get some sleep." Their fingers dip into your underwear. You dont know how much time passed and how many shuddering orgasms you unleashed with your body pinned between theirs and the wall. Their fingers worked you again and again with a lazy roughness- a result of their marred skin and dexterity. While their mouth lavished your neck with gentle but wet kisses.

Any number of excuses pop up. They join you in the shower, they pull you into their lap during breakfast, they steal your attention from your games.

"To keep your stress down"..."To make sure youre healthy"..."Mental enrichment"..."To save on water"

Of course you dont need any excuse when you kiss the corner of their mouth and ask them to fuck you into oblivion.

As time wears on and resources bounce back from a lack of predation while nature reclaims the space, your survival is easier. They scavange for toys as your lazy days have facilitated frequent fornification.

What you will never know is the number of other survivors they encountered. Some matched their wariness and they parted with a mutual understanding. Most were friendly- wanting to tag along with them or recruit them to their group after witnessing their survivor skills. "Of course we always welcome more hands! Are you traveling with anyone else?" They dont answer, no one needs to know about you. Persistant individuals are killed- they dont trust that some annoying liability wont follow them back to you and attempt to persuade you directly.

When they come back they are extra clingy. Burying themself into your embrace as soon as they have cleaned up. Your gentle hands on their scalp and back, your concerned voice.

"If we ever met other survivors, would you want to join them?" You assume they are distressed after another isolating experience outside.

"Hm, if you trusted them then yes I would. It would certainly lessen your workload." You comfort them, "Im sure we will meet someone at some point. It cant possibly be only us."

They take your comfort in a different direction. Its fine that they killed that enthusiastic man today- because they didnt trust them. You wouldnt mind living with out people, so there was no other survivors they could ever trust. Elimination was necessary.

They grumble their agreement while falling asleep against you. Your complaints about needing to get up and make dinner fall on deaf ears. Once they feel like it they will prepare food, lovingly provide and care for you the way that only they are allowed to.

[visionofhope04]

Viper (Part 1)

Batfamily x Batsib!Reader

Part 1 (here) Part 2 (coming soon!)

Ages(probably not accurate, just go with it please): Alfred (Immortal), Bruce (45-ish), Barbara (30), Dick (29), Cass (26), Jason (26), Stephanie (21), Tim (20), Reader (18), Damian (16)

Warning(s): cursing, explosions (not detailed), speak of poison and poisoning, (very) minor violence

Part 2 of this headcannon

A/N: Sorry this took so long 😭. So in the preview I posted I said I'd try using third person and they/them pronouns. It hasn't been working out which is why I didn't post this sooner, I'm sooooo sorry :( I've switched it back to using you because I figured it's still inclusive. Hope you guys enjoy this tho! I’m ngl I had a heart attack bc I thought this draft got lost to the void and I was abt to post it.

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Your boots pounded ferociously on the concrete as you ran and made a sharp right turn into another alleyway. He wasn't far behind you, it would only be a matter of time before you were caught. You had to lose him, fast. Your heart beat against your ribcage, your breaths came out in pants from your nose. You were sweating, and not just from the physical effort. Despite being a trained assassin, you were nervous. Getting caught would change everything, but you were confident in your abilities. However, that did little to stop the lingering feeling of dread you felt every time he got a little too close. You sped up and turned right again into a narrow alley. The Red Hood, who was chasing you, did not expect this and couldn’t slow down, and passed the alley. Frustrated, he backpedaled and ran down the alley he saw you go into.

He reached the end of the alley and slowed to a stop. The alleyway opened up to an empty street, and there was no sign of you anywhere. All he saw was the odd stains on the alley’s walls, a dumpster, and garbage bags strewn about. He lost you.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, then kicked the dumpster for good measure.

You jolted in your hiding spot, hopeful he wouldn’t notice the extra weight when he kicked it. Your heart began pounding harder, as if it was trying to escape your body, if he found you, you honestly thought it might. Blood rushed in your ears as you waited with bated breaths. Would he open it? Find you? Compromise everything you’ve worked so hard for? You wouldn’t go down without a fight, but with the Lazarus pit in his blood and not much of it in yours, you doubted you’d be able to take him with strength alone. You’d have to be smart about it, as always. Though you didn’t know how your poisons would affect someone the Lazarus pit had such a strong hold on, you’d stupidly never tried it before. You doubt your mother or grandfather would’ve approved of it, as they would’ve been the ones you tested it on (never Damian, you’d never do that to your precious little sibling), but the knowledge would’ve been helpful at the moment. You desperately hoped that he wouldn’t find you, so you wouldn’t have to find out on him. You didn’t want to kill him after all, he’s a part of Damian’s new family. You couldn't ruin your little sibling's chance at a family, at least one of you could find happiness.

After agonizing moments that seemed like years with your overactive brain, you heard him mutter a few more profanities and his footsteps receded. You held your breath as you waited and observed the sounds you heard. Water dripped from somewhere, most likely a roof, and then rustling. Your heart began to pound harder, assuming he was searching, only for you to hear a quiet ‘meow’ and instantly relax. Once you were sure no one was there, you carefully lifted the dumpster lid and peeked. No one. Perfect. You slinked out of the dumpster and grimaced at the smell. Gross, yes, but it worked. It wasn't by far the worst place you've hidden in, but you'd definitely need to shower as soon as you got back to your hideout. The things you do for this job. You trudged in the direction of your current main base of operations, taking great care to stay out of everyone's sight, especially Oracle's.

—

That was your first run-in with Red Hood. It took him longer than expected to figure out what was going on. Took him even longer to find you. You didn't mind though, it gave you more time to work with. It wouldn't be long before Red Hood kept failing to catch you and decided to involve the Big Bad Bat, though. With Batman would come Robin, then Red Robin, and then Nightwing. If Robin found out, it would ruin the whole plan.

The plan was simple, really. Take over Gotham's underground unnoticed, gather members and create a gang, find a perfect time to cause a gang war to distract the Batfamily, and then Talia would initiate her plans to take over Gotham while the bats are busy. Well, that's what the agreed plan was. You'd always been a loose cannon. Since Red Hood had been so close to catching you, the "unnoticed" part had been foiled, albeit a bit later than anticipated. 

"Hey boss, what brings you in today?" Your loyal henchman, Hopper asked you.

"We've got a job to do. Grab some explosives. We're sending a message."

—

“These places feel haunted.” Willow, another one of your most trusted henchmen, said as she placed one of the four explosives into place. 

“It’s probably the Joker’s victims’ souls, he loves warehouses, like typical villains. Maybe they’re here to warn us, ‘Don’t go into the basement, that’s where we’re buried!’. Or maybe they’ll kill us, who knows.”

“This isn’t a joke, you’re scaring me Tina!”

“You guys done?” You ask impatiently, but reluctantly slightly amused.

“Yup.”

— 

"Seven simultaneous explosions have just been spotted around the perimeter of the city."

"Head to the site closest to your current location. If you're paired with someone, split up. Oracle, call in Nightwing and Red Hood if possible. Do not engage with anyone, survey the damage only. "

"Yes sir!" Chirped Spoiler.

— 

After two hours, at 3 am, everyone returned to the cave.

“I take everything I said about explosions back, I hate explosives.”

“Welcome to the club, Timmy! I’ve hated explosives ever since-”

A chorus of groans resonated throughout the batcave, “We know, Jason!”

“You’re not special Todd, most of us here have died in one way or another.”

“Yeah but have you-”

As Damian and Jason began bickering and the whole group headed to the lockers, Dick pulled Bruce aside. 

“B, I didn’t want to say this in front of the others, but I think something bigger is going on. I found these objects around the warehouse I investigated.”

Batman took the bag Nightwing offered and observed the strange objects. Metal letters. Two A’s, one I, one L, and one T.

“It spells Talia.” He observes.

“She would never do something like that if she was behind it, and she wouldn’t leave a calling card, especially not in that form.”

"I know. Hmm. The damage seemed deliberate. It only destroyed the warehouses on the edge of the city. It caused minimal to no damage to surrounding properties."

"You're saying whoever did this is sending a message, about Talia." Nightwing inquired.

"Precisely."

“But who would do this? And why would they warn us? And what exactly are they warning us about? They must be close to her to have an idea of what she’s planning.”

“We’re going to find out.” He says, then turns to Tim, who had just exited the lockers. "Red Robin, check all security footage at all explosion sites and around them, report back all your findings."

Red Robin nods and heads to the Batcomputer to get to work.

—

Dun dun dunnnnn! So how'd you like it? It's been a while since I've wrote anything and it's because I hit a MAJOR writing block. Hope you enjoyed! I was fighting with these tags fr

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[wirewitchviolet]

Let's talk about how Ranma is trans in the 2024 anime, part 1

Way the hell back in 2018, after a random exchange with a friend, I sat down and wrote a series of four blog posts where I looked at the manga Ranma ½, which ran from 1988 to 1996, explicitly through a lens where I assumed the protagonist is in fact a trans girl. A major component of the series being that Ranma and several other characters fell into various pools in a cursed set of natural springs causing them to magically change into whatever tragically drowned in one when hit with cold water, then back to their original body with hot, and Ranma fell in the girl one, so it was bound to be a series that would crack a lot of eggs regardless, but my memory of reading it years before transitioning was that it worked on a mundane level too, particularly later. I did somehow forget a bit towards the end where Ranma honestly just kinda straight up comes out of the closet, but I'm not going to link to that panel yet again for the sake of preview links not blending together. Anyway, those posts were already the most popular things I ever put on this blog and have never stopped circulating, despite it being a pretty old and largely forgotten series at the time.

I had always had the idea that I really should go back and also watch the anime adaptation(s) of Ranma, which deviates a good bit from the manga, but that is 161 episodes, 3 movies, and 11 OAVs which are terribly terribly paced, and I don't actually get paid for this. But then lo and behold, here's a brand new anime adaptation coming out decades later, looking really nice, and surely that will deviate even more from the source material, so here I am diving in to find all new bits of gender stuff to talk about, under the fold here and-

Oh. Turns out the new anime series is actually an EXTREMELY faithful adaptation of the original manga and the only deviations I've actually noticed are that there's a little bit less nudity and the one scene with Ranma's breasts fully on display goes the route of not drawing nipples. And really that's only significant because the original anime adaptation somehow got away with that one. Speaking of the original anime run, this adaptation brings back the entire surviving voice cast, and continues the tradition of coloring Ranma's hair red in cold-water form as an extra tell for the audience. And speaking of color, one thing this adaptation does now and then that I really appreciate is punctuating certain scenes with the sort of cool pastel palettes (see above) that were used for the cover illustrations of the original manga.

Another thing the 2024 anime does is throw in a quick little vignette before the opening credits of each episode to restate that Ranma and Akane are engaged, and the feminizing water thing, which mostly feels like it's there as just a little extra emphasis that regardless of all the other shenanigans going on, those two are the one actual couple and making it clear that the rest of the tangled web of crushes and obsessions don't really matter. Something I feel like this adapatation is keen to emphasize in general. In fact, being as nearly 1 to 1 an adaptation as it is, the title of every episode is directly lifted from the chapter names of the manga, so we can just slap together a little infographic and see what's getting compressed a bit and what's getting the time it needs to breathe!

We're chewing through the extended fight scenes pretty quick and slowing down any time Akane's having an emotional moment or some time in the spotlight basically. Which makes sense since the action scenes in the manga are like all full page splash images with a word of text and need to be flowing quickly, and because we have the benefit of hindsight knowing that the Kunos become irrelevant real quick. We're also squeezing out a little early identity crisis stuff for Ranma in the process (there's an early dream sequence after first meeting Kuno, coming to grips with the whole "since I'm a girl, dudes want to sleep with me" realization that barely makes it in and a few early moments of internalized misogyny that get dropped), and we really give Shampoo's debut some space (not QUITE as much as the above suggests, most of episode 10 is wrapping up a three parter on the ice skating with her just punching through the wall as a cliffhanger at the end).

The whole thing is also paced out to nicely cover the first four volumes of the manga, out of 38. They might up the compression rate a little, but as it stands, it's going to take another 8 or 9 seasons to get through everything at this rate. In comparison, my first blog post got through three times this much of it, but the original anime covered only the first half of this in the same episode count (and then for some reason introduced Shampoo and Mousse early and didn't get through the ice skating until episode 27).

Anyway, like I said, this doesn't really change things up enough to have a lot to say about how clearly Ranma is trans. Jumping back to the start though yet again, it really cannot be emphasized enough though just how clearly, even from the very first episode, she is SO much more comfortable presenting as a girl, not at all nervous meeting Akane's family like that, then suddenly super tense and awkward and closed off when interacting with... really anyone while boy-moding. So I guess it's time to bust out some of these other lenses to look at this...

Let's talk about how Akane is gay, part 1

I mean, we've established she's into Ranma, with extra emphasis in this adaptation, and we've established that Ranma is in fact a girl, but that's just the one data point. What else do we have? Well, she's quite explicitly not a fan of guys, particularly guys who are attracted to her, and we're keeping plenty of a focus on that while not wasting time trying to pretend Kuno matters at all in the grand scheme of things. The closest she ever comes to showing interest in a guy is Dr. Kuno, and the anime here is strongly emphasizing how that's less of a real crush and more just emulating her oldest sister (Nabiki of course is also some flavor of queer, and I don't think anyone has ever questioned that) since that's kinda what you do, right? She also gets intensely jealous of the idea of Shampoo kissing Ranma while assuming Ranma is a girl, talks about how hot she is, and hell, at the start of things when everyone's assuming they've somehow gotten into a situation where one of the three sisters has to marry a cis girl, Nabiki points out how that works out perfectly for her. Because she is extremely gay.

Let's talk about how Ryoga is trans, part 1

OK so this isn't the same absolute slam dunk as Ranma turned out to be, but there is a surprisingly strong case to argue that Ryoga is also a trans girl. What do we know about Ryoga after all? Real real socially awkward. Only has one sorta-friend from childhood, who turned out to be trans later. Can we call Ryoga a furry? I'm not even talking about the pig curse, but there's this whole feral wolf vibe before that's even established. In a series where basically every guy who is ever introduced is a horny creep obsessed with rigid gender roles, Ryoga does not bat an eye at seeing women naked (which comes up oddly often), spends a lot of these early arcs hanging out with the gal pals to help practice gymnastics and skating, deals well enough with the pink heart collar and being called Charlotte, and like so many of us, Ryoga is introduced to the series indignantly sputtering about how Ranma's situation shouldn't really be called a curse and is a situation we'd be happy to be in. You could argue that Ryoga's saying this just relative to the pig curse, I guess, but I do at least get the vibe that Ryoga wouldn't be too super worried about finding hot water with that one.

Speaking of the pig curse, I feel like every time I revisit Ranma I have a different perspective on the whole "P-Chan" situation. With this adaptation, it does feel significantly closer to "it's really just this super awkward situation where I've been looking for a good moment to explain and at this point it's been so long she'll probably kill me" than "I am a loathsome sex offender using a disguise to snuggle up with this girl who thinks I am a small animal" and Ranma is doing an appropriate amount of "I'm not going to blurt it out, but you should seriously come clean already" so, glad to know we're downplaying that.

Also, the emphasis on Ranma and Akane as The Couple in this adaptation really makes it clear that Ryoga isn't so much into Akane as just kinda... incapable of conceiving of any sort of existence that doesn't involve being Ranma's rival/friend/polycule member.

Anyway, I guess that's where I have to leave this until the second season drops? Have a patreon link?

[inlovewithpandora]

- Party Girl -

Pairing: Protective!Miles!42 x fem!drunk!reader

Request: [ anonymous ] Protective 42 Miles when his girl calls him high or drunk (she's at a party and he didn't know) so he goes to pick her up and some dude is trying to get at her?

Synopsis: When Miles gets a post notification that you posted something on your story he assumes it’s a selfie of you but that idea flies out the window when he sees a bottle of alcohol in your hand.

Content: Aged!up Miles, fluff, angst (if you squint hard enough), established relationship (bf & gf), mention of alcohol/drinking, reader being under the influence

Author’s Note: Thank you for sending this request in! I hope you enjoy and that it meets your expectations! This was a really good request and I enjoyed writing it because I’ve been wanting to write drunk!reader for a while. Let me know what you think by sending an anonymous ask or comment if you feel comfortable!

Word Count: 1.1k

Glossary: Princesa - Princess

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As Miles lays across his bed, closing the text thread with one of his friends, he gets a notification from Instagram saying that you added something to your story. He assumes it’s one of your normal posts, a boomerang of yourself, a picture of you and him, or a daily quote with a song playing, but when he opens your story, it turns out to surprisingly be the complete opposite.

It is a picture of a bottle of Pink Whitney in your hand. His face scrunches up at the sight, wondering why you have a bottle of alcohol. He clicks over to see what else you’ve posted and he’s met with the sight of you pouring the bottle of alcohol into your mouth and his ears are filled with the sound of your friends cheering you on and loud music playing in the background.

To say Miles was baffled would be an understatement. You’ve never been a person who liked to drink or party, you would always rather stay home or invite Miles over so both of you could spend time together, thus to see this side of you, he’s caught him off guard. He immediately goes to your text thread and his fingers begin to rapidly type away.

—

Watching your friends dance with each other while pouring yourself another drink for the night, you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket. You reach for your phone and check your messages.

You forgot that you didn’t tell Miles that you were coming to the party since your friends told you about it so last minute. You put your cup down and try to text him back, but you can barely see the words let alone coordinate your fingers properly to type out the sentence you want, so you decide to call him.

Once you press the call button, it only rings one time before you hear Miles' voice. “Princesa, are you okay?” He asks, making sure that you are okay before he starts bombarding you with different questions.

“I’m fine, baby! I’m just-” you hiccup, “having fun!” He can tell that you are drunk by your slurring words and the slowed pace you are talking in. As you try to focus on hearing Miles talking, your attention span plummets and you begin to hype up your friend.

Miles knows the alcohol is coursing through your veins and is making you zone out and he’s trying his best to be patient and keep your focus on him so he could figure out where you are.

“Bae, I need you to focus and tell me-” He starts carefully before you interrupt him. “You know you didn’t tell me hi when you picked up the phone, that’s so rude, Miles. You didn’t say it in your texts either.”

“My fault. Hey, baby. Now can you please tell me where you are?”

“If you say it a little nicer I’ll tell you where I’m at.” You say in a singsong tone which makes Miles groan under his breath and rub his temples. After he says it in a tone you approve of, you finally proceed to tell him the address of the party you’re at.

He immediately gets out of bed, puts his shoes on, grabs his keys, and makes his way out of the door.

“I’m coming to pick you up, okay? I’ll be there in fifteen. I’ll text you when I’m outside.” Miles gets in his car, puts his key in the ignition, and drives to where you are.

All in while you decide to take at least one last shot before he comes and spoils your fun.

—

When Miles pulls up to the house, he jumps out his car and walks into the party. He looks around but doesn’t locate you which makes him worry. He begins to barge through the crowd of people, trying to find you. His eyes scan the whole room and he doesn’t see you in the front, but he gets to hear your voice.

“I’m so-sorry, but I have a boyfriend that kills people.” You say in a giggly tone with slurred words as you talk to some random guy who has been asking for your number for the past few minutes.

“I don’t care about him, all I want is yo digits.” The guy presses you, pulling out his phone and handing it to you so you could type your number into it.

When Miles sees that his blood boils. He knows that the guy is trying to take advantage of you because you are under the influence. He immediately marches over to where you are and pulls you away from the guy.

“You heard what the fuck she said, she has a boyfriend.” Miles towers over the guy, yelling and pointing at him, making some threats just to make sure his point gets across that you’re taken and that he needs to leave you alone.

When the guy hears the bass in Miles’s voice and watches how his eyes slowly turn pitch black, he stutters out an apology and walks away. You just stand behind Miles, not paying attention or aware of anything that is going on until you feel him gently pull you by your arm.

“Miles! You’re here, I missed you!” You plant millions of messy kisses on his face before throwing your arms around his shoulders and hugging him. He is about to ask if you are okay, but by that greeting, he already knows you are totally fine.

“Let’s go home princesa and then you can tell me all about your night.” He grabs your hand and begins to escort you out of the party, but along the way your feet get wobbly due to the heels you're wearing. You let go of his hand and begin to fumble with the strings of your heels so you can take them off. However due to the alcohol, your hand-eye coordination isn’t the best.

Miles notices you struggling, so he decides to pick you up bridal style and walk out. The walking distance between the party to his car is short, but it gives you enough time to fall asleep in his arms, your head resting on his chest and your small snores ringing through his ears.

Once he makes it to the car, he somehow manages to open the door and carefully place you inside without waking you up. He closes the door gently and walks to the driver's side and gets in. When he places the key into the ignition, he looks over at you and thinks about how he can’t get over how adorable you look sleeping. He leans over and kisses your forehead then begins driving to your apartment.

He knows that he is going to have plenty of questions for you in the morning, but for tonight he is going to let you sleep the alcohol out of your system.

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It's big, it's strong, its scaly, it's this week's Wet Beast Wednesday topic! An arapaima, also known as a pirarucu or paiche, is any of four species of fish in the genus Arapaima in the order of bony-tongued fish. There is som ongoing debate about the classification of the species, so to keep thing simple, I'm going to use the most common species names of Arapaima gigas (the type species and most well known, and the one with the most confusion about its classification), Arapaima agassizii, Arapaima leptosoma, and Arapaima mapae. Because A. gigas is the most well-studied of the species, unless I say otherwise you can assume everything I say in this post applies to it.

(image: an arapaima)

Arapaimas are bony fish that retain several primitive traits, causing them to sometimes be identified as "living fossils". They are most notable for their size, with A. gigas being a contender for the largest freshwater fish in the world. The maximum recorded size for one was 3.7 meters (10 ft) and 200 kg (400 lbs), but most get to around 2 meters (6.6 ft) long and 200 kg (440 lbs). That average length is decreasing as overfishing of the largest individuals is resulting in a selective pressure for smaller sizes. In addition to their size, they are extremely strong and can move fast if needed. Arapaima are fully capable of leaping out of the water if disturbed or they feel their current pond in unsuitable. Because of their strength, specimens in captivity must be handled with care as they can easy break bones if they slap someone. They live in rivers and lakes in South America, where they are often the top predators.

(image: several anglers with an arapaima)

Arapaimas are obligate air-breathers and will drown if they can't get to the surface to breathe. This is accomplished with a specialized swim bladder. The swim bladder is filled with highly vascularized tissue, letting it act like a lung. This pseudo-lung opens into the mouth using a modified gill arch known as the labyrinth organ. Arapaima gills are too small to sustain them, but they can supplement their oxygen intake with the gills. Juveniles are born exclusively using their gills and transition into air-breathers shortly after hatching. Arapaimas can survive up to a full day out of the water. They typically surface to gulp in air every 15-20 minutes. Breathing makes a loud gulping sound that anglers use to target them.

(image: an arapaima at the surface)

Because of their ability to breathe air, arapaimas are top predators in low-oxygen environments. Non-air breathing fish are forced to slow down in water with low levels of dissolved oxygen as they can't get enough oxygen through their gills. Since Arapaimas breathe air, they can easily chase down lethargic smaller fish. They are especially potent predators during the low season, when water levels lower. A combination of rotting vegetation reducing oxygen levels and ponds getting cut off from rivers and losing a supply of oxygen lets the arapaima reign supreme. Arapaimas are primarily predators that feed on smaller fish, though they will hunt other types of animals and eat fruits and seeds. Even land animals aren't safe as arapaimas have been known to launch themselves out of the water to catch animals near the shore. A combination of sharp teeth and their bony tongues are used to debilitate prey.

(image: an arapaima with its mouth open)

Not content with powerleveling their attack stat, arapaimas also have excellent defense. Their scales have been compared to bullet proof vests. Each has a hard, mineralized outer layer over multiple layers of collagen fibers. These layers are all oriented at an angle to each other to provide extra strength. This orientation of layers is called a Bouligand-type arrangement and is similar to how plywood is assembled. The harder outer layers and flexible inner layers work together to allow for both strength and flexibility. These scales help provide protection form large predators such as caiman and small threats like biting piranha. They also like provide protection from other arapaima, as the fish are aggressive and will fight each other.

(image: a diagram showing the composition of arapaima scales. source)

You probably wouldn't expect a swimming tank of an animal to be a good parent, but you'd be wrong. Arapaimas work together in mated pairs to build nests for their eggs, then cooperate to guard the nest. Once the eggs hatch, the male will practice mouth brooding, keeping his young safe in his mouth. The female will also help by patrolling the area around the male to ward off predators. They secrete pheromones from their heads to ensure the young don't swim too far away. Eggs are laid either in in the low season or as water levels are starting to rise, ensuring that the young become independent during the high season.

(Image: baby arapaimas)

Arapaima are classified as "data deficient" by the IUCN. This means there isn't enough data to properly assess their conservation needs. They are known to be threatened by overfishing. Arapaima make up a large part of the diet of many South American populations. Habitat loss and pollution are also believed to threaten them. They have been introduced to many areas out of their native range and are an invasive species in placed like Florida, Malaysia, and India.

Does anyone else remember these cards? (image: the arapaima card from Weird n' Wild Creatures)

[irkimatsu]

3k, longest thing I've written in a long time! This is in a weird place where it's not specifically stated to be Husk, but it's also not not about Husk. It's about an older bartender who lives above the bar he works for, at any rate. A regular client keeps complaining to him about shitty dates, she hits on him until he agrees to show her how a real man does it, hot sex ensues. This is written strictly as dialogue from Husk the male partner, inspired by a NSFW audio Reddit I listen to stuff from sometimes. I kinda wanna post it there, see if anyone wants to read it? But it'd feel weird if someone who sounds nothing like Husk took it, but it feels even weirder to admit that this was written in Husk's voice...

Also if someone who sounds too much like Husk took it and I listened to it I might explode. There's also that.

I may edit it in either direction - either make it even less clear who the inspiration is, even add contradictory details just so I can say ha haha no this isn't about cartoons of course not, or just say fuck it and add details to clarify that yes, I want to fuck the furry bartender from Hazbin Hotel.

Oral both ways, then sex in doggystyle. Listener has breasts and a vagina and is referred to with female pronouns and words like "woman" and "girl". Husk is pervy but affectionate. A bit of emphasis on the age/experience gap - listener is legal but still young enough to be the speaker's daughter, and he admits to finding the gap kind of fucking hot. "Daddy" gets used. 18+!

...oh! Hey! Didn’t think you’d be dropping by tonight.

(laughs) Of course I’m always happy to see ya. Can I make your usual?

Extra strong, huh? All right.

(mixes and pours drink, sets it on the bar top)

Didn’t you have a date tonight? Guess it didn’t go so well if you’re drinking like this. Did you wanna talk about it?

…mmm-hmm… (disbelieving) …really? Right there in the fucking parking lot? Did he at least buy you dinner first?

…Jesus Christ, he couldn’t even be patient enough to eat before demanding blowjobs off you? Where do you find these assholes?

(reassuring) Hey, hey, I’m not blaming you. It’s just, I swear it’s every week that you’re coming in here bitching about some guy or another. Is this town really that full of scumbags?

You know what I think? I think you need to find guys with more dating experience. Guys who actually know how to treat a girl right. Guys who don’t just assume that a date automatically entitles them to sex, like some fuckin’ participation award or something.

…yeah, a real man. Not these boys you keep picking up.

…huh? …yeah, I have experience, but- oh. Oh, no, no no no. I’m twice your age, doll. I’m sure you could find someone with experience who isn’t old enough to be your father.

(disbelieving laugh) …that drink cannot possibly be hitting you this hard this quick, so what the hell is making you say stuff like that? Why would you date me?

Okay, maybe I was a catch once. Used to hang out in clubs, picking up women, men, other, I ain’t ever been picky… but that was ages ago. I’m all washed up. You could do way better, trust me. I don’t have the charm I used to.

"Better with age"? You flatter me, baby, but you don’t have to. I know my peak is long behind me. I stopped trying to pick up partners years ago.

(scoffs) What are you talking about, “pent up”? Yeah, I’ve still got needs, but-

Ohhh no no no, baby, you are not tempting me like this, I ain’t no cradle robber-

(hesitates) …of course ya look good… ain’t the first time I’ve noticed that. Your body, and that smile… you should be able to hook up with anyone you want. And yet you’re here trying to flirt with some old bartender?

(still disbelieving) …you seriously want to see what I’ve got. You mean it? You’re not gonna regret sleeping with some old man when you think about it later?

…if you insist. It’s a slow night, so I can shut the bar down a little early. Just let me get cleaned up here, then I’ll take you upstairs…

—

All right, here we are. We’re not too far from your place, right? Wouldn’t take too long if you wanna call it quits and take a taxi home?

(firm) Say you don’t wanna go all you want, I’m still leaving you the option.

So... how did you wanna start this? Do you need to be warmed up? I could put on some music, pour some wine-

(defensive) No, I’m not stalling, I’m just making sure-

(short laugh) Okay, okay, I get it! We’ll just get into things! Go on, sit on the bed, I’ll sit with you. Let me get a good look at you…

(in awe) …god, you’re so pretty… fuck, those eyes of yours…

You seem nervous… you okay?

(small chuckle) It’s kinda cute, actually. It’s making me want to… kiss you… (kiss, soft "mmm")

No, no, baby, don’t start getting undressed yet, I’m in no hurry. Let’s savor this, okay? Let me hold you close… and keep kissing you…

(kissing sounds throughout) I don’t get why all your dates are always in such a rush… I get why they want you, of course, but why wouldn’t they want to enjoy your company first? Why wouldn’t they want to kiss you… and hold you… mmm, that’s it, snuggle up to me… fuck, you’re so warm…

Can I touch you? I wanna run my hand down your cheek, your neck… oh, your skin feels so nice...

What about your chest? If it's okay, I’ll start over your shirt…

Ohhh, these are nice, I can tell already... so fuckin’ soft… heh, that noise you just made was so cute… come on, keep kissing me… (more kissing sounds) I’ll rub them gently, squeeze just a little… fuck, I’m getting excited already…

Heh… yeah, yeah, so I’m obviously going through a dry spell. You get used to your own hand for so long, you forget how nice it is to be with somebody.

No! No, this isn’t just me bringing home the first half-decent option I get! It’s more like… it’s been so long, I want my first partner in a while to be someone who’s really worth it, you know?

Here, give me your hand. I want you to touch me, too… stroke my knee, up my thigh… go slow, go as far as you want… yes, that’s it…

(moans) Oh, god, didn’t think you’d- fuck… (chuckle) it’s pretty obvious that you’re getting to me, huh?

Of course you can leave your hand there. Rub it, squeeze it, just be gentle… (moans) ohhh fuck… do… do you like what you feel so far? Mmm… good…

Yeah, I’ll admit it… I’ve- I’ve gotten this excited over you before… but I couldn’t- ah… not with someone… so much younger…

...yeah, you’re an adult, you can make your own decisions... but I didn’t want to be a creep-

(cut off by a kiss) Mmm! Ah… fuck, you’re a good kisser… mmm…

Can I see a little more of you? No, no, leave your hand where it is, fuck, please don’t move it… I'll take care of it. First I'll lift up your shirt…

Mmm, such a pretty bra… shame that poor bastard isn’t the one who gets to see it tonight. Maybe if he treated you right, he could have earned it…

Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make sure I deserve this. Let me hold them, and kiss them… I’ll worship your tits like they deserve… (softly kissing listener's breasts)

Can I push up your bra? Touch them directly? Good… oh, fuck, they’re so soft… so soft against my fingers… (continues kissing breasts) mmm… and my lips… ohhh, yes, keep touching me while I kiss you…

Fuck, your nipples are so hard… so pretty… can I kiss them, too? (more kissing) A little kiss… a little lick… mmm…

(briefly suckles breast)

(chuckles) Ohhh, you like having them sucked, huh? You can’t hide it when you moan like that, baby. Of course I’ll do it again… suckling one, squeezing the other... I won’t neglect you, don’t worry… (suckling) mmm…

(releases breast from mouth, takes a deep breath) Fuck, I need more of you... go on, let’s get this shirt and bra off you… now lay back on the bed…

Mmm, such a pretty thing laying in my bed… a sight I haven’t seen in such a long time…

Let me kiss you more… (kissing) your breasts… your stomach… (chuckles) Ohhh, you’re ticklish, huh? Then I’ll keep kissing you here… mmm, that giggle is so cute…

Can I take these off you? Just your pants first. Like I said, I wanna savor this… wanna see how pretty you are in just your panties…

Ohhh, fuck, that’s so sexy… can I kiss you here, right above the waistband? (kissing) Mmm, and a little lower… I love the tease, only a pretty piece of fabric keeping me from what I want… (deep inhale) fuck, you smell so good… (kiss) and even through these you taste so good… do you like getting eaten out, baby?

…you’re shitting me. Not even once? Are you not interested, or…

None of them? What do you mean, gross? No offense, doll, but I hate your dumbass boyfriends even more with every thing you say about them. ‘Eating pussy is gross’, what the fuck are they even talking about…

(sigh) No, people shouldn’t have to do stuff in bed they don’t want, but… your pleasure matters too. Did they do anything to help you cum?

(He needs a second to process what he's hearing.) …Jesus Christ. Okay. Let me get these panties off you so I can show you what a real man does for a lady. Then I’ll get in close so I can appreciate you like you deserve… (kiss) ah... so, so fucking good… mmm… I’m barely kissing your lips and you’re already getting my mouth soaked… I’ll start you off slow, sliding my tongue between your lips… (licks) ohhh, so sweet… I love knowing you’re dripping like this because of me… do other guys ever get you this wet?

Heh… guess I’m just special…

(keeps licking and kissing) Mmm… yeah, I’ll go faster… press harder… hah… yeah, baby, tug my hair like that, I’ll get as close as you need… haaaah…

Your clit’s so swollen… can I touch it? Just a little lick... oh fuck what a gasp, please keep making that noise… I’ll lick you, I’ll suck you, anything to keep you moaning like that… (eating noises)

Here, get your legs over my shoulders... now squeeze those thighs around me, I want you smothering me with that pretty cunt while I dig my nails into them… (eating and moaning, getting more intense as his partner orgasms)

Haaaah! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Fuck, baby, what a mess… (small laugh) It’s all over my face…

Ohhh, no, baby, this is the opposite of a problem. I love the evidence that I did right by you. So hot and wet, and so fucking sweet… fuck, I’ll be licking my mouth and thinking about your taste for a long time after this…

Did it feel good for you, too? …heh, had a feeling… can’t remember the last time I heard someone scream like that. Fuck, you’re still shaking... do you need a break?

Of course. Do you want me to lay with you? Hold you?

(shuffling on the bed into a cuddling position)

…can I kiss you? Even though I just…?

(kiss) Mmm… heh, is it just me or are you even more eager to kiss me now…?

…hm? Oh, no, you don’t gotta-

Yeah, I like blowjobs, but- no, you don’t owe me or anything, I ate you out because I wanted to, not because-

…you really do like going down? Hm… well, all right, if you insist… just let me kiss those soft lips one more time… (kiss) let me imagine how soft they’ll feel against my cock… mmm…

All right, help me out of my clothes… and go ahead, touch me wherever you want while you do it. (kissing and shuffling of clothes) Mmm… fuck, I can’t stop kissing you… let me hold you close, feel your skin on mine… oh, you’re so warm, so soft… hug me tighter…

Mmm! Hah… you like my ass, baby? Go ahead, give it another squeeze- mmm-!

(breathing heavier) …okay… okay, I don’t know how much longer I can stand waiting. Let me just get comfortable against the headboard… you get comfy, too…

(smug) You like what you see? …is it really that impressive? I’m sure you’ve slept with somebody as big as I am…

You really don’t think you have? You try so hard to flatter me, doll…

Start slow, okay? Stroke it slowly… squeeze it a little, like that… (moans) Yes, that’s good… already so much fucking better than my own hand…

Heh… you look so cute kissing the head like that… come on, look up at me, let me see your eyes while you kiss me… so fuckin’ pretty…

Do you like it when I stroke your head like this? Don’t worry, I won’t push. Go at your own pace.

(moans) Yes, suck the head, just like that… keep using your tongue, keep using your tongue… ah- god, right there- fuck-

(heavy breathing) C-can you- go a little deeper? I want- more-

(moaning as listener sucks him off)

Ah- oh, god, that fucking tongue- yes, yes, yes-

(getting increasingly desperate) Suck me like that- please, deeper-

Can I- tug your hair a little- do you like that- fuck you’re so good-

B-babe… babe, you don’t have to force- fuck- fuck that’s deep- fuck-

Oh, fuck, you’re a goddamn natural… …have you ever… done deepthroat before… I wanna- I wanna feel-

(listener gags as she deepthroats speaker)

Fuck! Fuck your mouth is so wet- oh god that sound is fucking hot- swallow me, baby, please, let me feel your throat-

Oh, god, I can’t stop- my hips- I wanna- I wanna fuck you- fuck-

(speaker is bucking up into listener's mouth, listener isn't slowing down)

I’m sorry, I can’t stop, I’m sorry, I can’t- it’s too good- keep gagging like that, yes-

Oh god I’m gonna cum, make me cum, make me cum-

AH! FUCK! FUCK!

(nearly breathless) Oh… oh my god… fuck, I can’t breathe… fuck, fuck, fuck…

Babe… do you… always suck dick like that…?

Fuck… you suck a guy off… like that… and he doesn’t give you everything you want in return? Fuckin’... ungrateful…

Haaah… oh, god, I can barely move… come up here, I wanna hold you some more… and kiss you… (kiss) mmm…

Of course I don’t mind kissing you after you went down on me. It’s… (kiss) mmm… actually kind of hot… heh, I can tell what a mess I made of your throat… mmm…

…should I get you a tissue to spit in, or-

(both amused and aroused) …ohhhh. Oh, you nasty girl, swallowing it all like that… I’m liking you more by the minute. And I already liked you a lot before I brought you up here… mmm, kiss me again… and touch me… your hand is so soft against me, I wanna feel it anywhere you wanna touch me…

Ah- heh… going right for my dick again, huh?

Yeah, it’s getting hard again. Just thinking about what you just did to me is gonna turn me on for weeks, I can tell already…

Mmm, stroke me, baby… feel it getting harder in your hand, feel it throbbing… fuck, it feels even better now that you’ve gotten it so wet with your mouth…

Fuck, yes, I want more of you. Did you wanna… suck me off again, or…

…what I want… I wanna fuck you. God, I want you even more now than I did when I first brought you to bed. I don’t care anymore if I’m a dirty old man, I want you… come here, kiss me again…

(kissing throughout dialogue) Mmm… I wanna- fuck, I can’t stop kissing you- I wanna… I wanna fuck you hard… and fast… I wanna feel how tight you are… wanna feel you clench- wanna feel you cum- please, baby, I can’t remember the last time I needed someone this fucking bad… please, oh, please…

Any position I want, huh? Then can I see you on your hands and knees? Turn around, give me a good look… ohhhh… oh, fuck…

Fuck, what a nice ass… if I start squeezing it I might never be able to get my hands off it.

Of course I’ve stared at it before. With a body like yours, how am I not supposed to stare? I don’t like being a creep, but I am a man, and I can’t resist a nice ass…

You knew? Heh. Thanks for not slapping me, then.

(speaker is groping listener's ass) Mmm, it’s even softer than I imagined…

...yeah, I’ve fantasized about you before. Imagined kissing you, and touching you… imagined fucking you… just like this…

(hesitantly) Hey... I know you’re so much younger than me, but… can I say that it actually… turns me on? This whole thing… taking a younger woman into my bed, showing her something the boys her age could never give her…

I wondered if those guys you hooked up with every week were taking care of you. Now that I know that they weren’t, I need to make up for it… I need this… I need you… and I want you to need me, too…

God, your pussy’s still soaked… I need another taste of it… (kisses listener between her legs) mmm… oh, god, you’re shivering from the slightest kiss. Mmm… (kissing and licking) So pretty…

I don’t wanna hold back anymore, and you look like you don’t, either. Let me just grab a condom, and-

…no condom? But I want you to be safe. I know I don’t have anything, but that doesn’t mean you have to believe me-

…if you’re sure. ...you know, getting to feel your bare skin on mine, nothing in my way… I don’t wanna be selfish, but I love the idea of getting to feel every soft inch of you… so if that’s how you want it too, then…

I’ll go slow, baby, especially since you don’t think you’ve taken anyone this big before. Let me take your soft hips in my hands, gently rub my cock between your legs… oh, god, I love your heat…

Yes… yes, I’ll fuck you… I wanna fuck you too, baby, I want it as bad as you do… oh, god, you’re so hot, begging for me like that…

(slowly sinks in to listener) Ah! Oh fuck oh fuck… just the head and I’m already shaking… it’s been… way… too… long…

I’ll push in… slowly… oh, god, you’re soaked, and so open, it’s going in so easy…

Haaah… you like… being stretched like this? Oh god… oh god you’re tight… I’ll take it slow… get you used to me… oh, fuck, yes…

(has been slowly pushing in, is now bottomed out) Oh, I love feeling your ass pressed against my waist like that… press back against me while I grind against you… yes…

(starts thrusting, slowly at first, and moaning)

I wanna go faster… harder… wanna hear you begging for it… yes, yes… I’ll fuck you as hard as you want, baby, just beg… beg for me with that pretty voice… oh god…

(gradually speeding up, moaning and gasping)

I don’t think- I could stop- if I tried- fuck you’re so hot inside- beg me, beg me, beg me to fuck you-

(thrusting abruptly stops, the only sound is the speaker breathing heavily)

…haaah… wh… what the- did you just…

I thought I heard you call me… “daddy”...

…I never really thought about it, to be honest… it usually just sounds cheesy in pornos… but, um… could you- say it again…?

Mmm… mmm, yes, beg for daddy… beg daddy to fuck you… beg daddy to fuck your tight, young pussy… oh my god that's fucking good…

(thrusting again, quickly picking up speed)

You- you like it? You like being- my baby? Like being- daddy’s sweet girl? Fuck- fuck you’re clenching- haaah, you love it, I can tell-

Yeah, daddy’ll fuck you hard- daddy wants to hear you screaming for him- take me, baby, take me-

You like it rough like that? You like me digging my nails into your hips while I fuck you?

You’re gonna be so sore in the morning- bruised and scratched- and you’re going to love it, aren’t you, baby, gonna love knowing you’re mine-

Oh my god- cum all over me, cum on my cock, just like that-

(becoming increasingly desperate/feral again) No I won’t stop- I can’t stop- you’re so tight, baby, so hot-

You’re mine now- they can’t please you- not like I can- you’re mine, you’re mine-

I’m cumming, baby- gonna make you- mine-

(crying out in such intense pleasure)

HAAAAH! Fuck! FUCK!

(barely able to breathe) Ohhhh… oh god oh god… oh fuck… oh fuck…

Fuck, baby, I can… barely… stay upright… let’s… just lie down… right here…

(speaker collapses onto the bed, with listener cuddling up to him shortly after)

I love cuddling after sex, especially when it's that intense… oh, god, I don’t wanna let you go… my heart is hammering… can you feel it…?

I had… a lot of fun. I forgot how much… I missed stuff like this. Did you… have fun too?

Good. I’m… glad. My first time after so long… I’m glad it was with you, and not just some stranger. I always like it when you stop by the bar. I love our conversations. Love making you smile…

You make me feel… special, you know? Even before this… but especially now…

Would you wanna… do this again sometime…?

We don’t have to be monogamous or anything. Not like I’m proposing marriage. I just… I really like you. I wanna try this out some more… see where it goes…

(kiss) Mmm… you kiss me so sweetly, even after I was just so rough with you…

Heh… okay. Let’s just take this… one day at a time. See where it goes. I’m… I’m looking forward to it.

…did you wanna get going? Get showered off while I call you a cab?

No, I’m not throwing you out! But if you don’t want to spend the night in some old guy’s bed I’d understand-

…of course you can stay, if that’s what you want. If you stay… can we keep cuddling?

Heh… good… come on, let’s move up to the pillows, get you comfortable…

(shuffling as both reposition)

is everything all right? Not too cold? Good. Come here, let me hold you… let me keep you warm…

…hey… what sorts of things have you tried in bed before? Do you like anal? Or bondage…?

(intrigued) Hmmm… then I could teach you, if you want. Like you said, I’ve got experience. There’s a lot of fun stuff I could teach you… would you like that? An older man teaching you how to be dirty for him? Mmm, that’s what I like to hear. I’m looking forward to next time already…

(kiss)

I’ll see you in the morning, baby…

[roxoxoxoxy]

hiii, can you do head canons for zb1 as your bf or how they act if they have a crush on you? either is fine :))

if you start off doing a line, pls start off w the maknae🙏🙏🙏

thanks in advance!!!!!!

Zb1 members if they had a crush on you

I'm gonna do all of them in one post 🙏🏼

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Jiwoong

Probably the most obvious out of all of them, he's confident enough to approach you directly but because of his naturally flirty personality it's hard for you to pin point whether he's being serious or not. He'd use a classic pick up line on you and you'd just assume he was kidding. It gets to the point he's almost directly telling you he likes you but you're so used to his shenanigans you assume he's escalating the same joke. He wanted to be cool but ends up doing a direct confession because you won't take the fucking hint.

Zhang hao

He's so annoying about it. I just know it. Type of guy to be kinda mean to you to get your attention. He still goes with the good ol hair pulling method he used in middle school 🙏🏼🙏🏼. It's mostly in a light hearted way, like dropping something and making you pick it up or taking a bite of your food without asking. He doesn't really know how to flirt properly so he just hoped being around you enough and borderline begging for your attention will work.

Hanbin

Probably the most direct about his feelings for you, he likes taking his time to confess but if you ask whether it not he had feelings for you he won't hesitate to say yes. Also teases you a lot, something like holding something over his head so you have to reach up to get it. Pinches your cheeks too, doesn't mind showing that he likes you. I feel like he's not as afraid of rejection as everyone else.

Matthew

Ends up in the same boat as Jiwoong, he was too direct too fast and now you won't take him seriously. It's not just words though, he's an acts of service type of guy so he'll hold your bags and carry heavy things for you. That may or may not be because he's trying to show off his muscles. Adores talking to you so much, will talk your ear off so much that he'll accidently confess. It just spills out randomly in the middle of conversation.

Taerae

Avoid you. Like literally avoids you like you carry the plague. You're here? Sorry something just came up. So unbelievably shy around you, he cares so much about what you think of him that he would rather just not find out. You're under the impression you did something to upset him so you try to reconcile and apologize but it's borderline impossible because he keeps disappearing. You eventually track him down and try to work things out, he feels guilty for making you think you upset him and his feelings come spilling out.

Ricky

Buys things for you, like you're out with a group of friends and spot something you like, he'll immediately buy it and then act like it's not a big deal because he's just so cool and chill. He's screaming on the inside though. You assumed he was just being nice but after you went out to dinner with some friends and he payed for your food and noone else's you kinda got the hint. You'll have to confess first though because he's shy.

Gyuvin

I think he's more of a easy going guy in romantic encounters, in the sense that he'll take things slow. Tries to be your friend first and really get to know you, shows you he likes you by prioritizing you. Things like grabbing your favourite drink when he goes to the vending machine, opening up drink cans before handing them to you so you don't damage your nails, focusing extra hard when you say a thing. It's one of those situations where everyone knows he's smitten with you but you're oblivious.

Gunwook

Gets so shy around you, the tough guy persona doesn't hold up at all. He's practically giggling and kicking his feet in your presence. Looks at you like you're the only person in the room no matter the situation. It's so noticeable to everyone around you because he has the biggest doppiest grin on whenever you're around. Doesn't take too long to confess because it's so hard for him to contain how much he likes you.

I need to make a masterlist soon </3. If you have any more suggestions my ask box is currently open!!