#some of this is in the process of being a fic

[420technoblazeit]

im always torn about what form to give viktor in a theoretical post canon au because on one hand the machine herald transformation was the first time since the original hexcore experiments that viktor was allowed to have agency over his own body. i think the fact that he asked singed to do that procedure is significant because it was his choice to do it, not anyone else's. and i think it would be interesting to explore the possibility of remaining in that form when it now represents this discarded humanity that viktor's returned to because of jayce. how haunting would it be to look in the mirror and see your own face literally split in half and replaced by a steel mask, the consequences of a procedure you underwent because you considered your own humanity too much for you to bear

but i'd also hesitate to make such a big change permanent because viktor clearly felt so uncomfortable in his own body when the hexcore first changed it. so much of that last scene with jayce hinged on jayce convincing him that what the hexcore, his disability, and his illness did to his body didn't make him less deserving of love and respect. that those imperfections didn't need correcting for him to be whole and beautiful in jayce's eyes. i think that jayce would still love him in any form. but making the transformation irreversible would again strip viktor of his bodily autonomy. the lyrics of the line betray this horrible tangible fear of 'crossing the line' or making a decision that can't be taken back. and i want him to be able to take it back as a kind of representation of the acceptance of his mistakes. he isn't that person anymore who thinks that he needs to be fixed and his humanity only holds him back

i think the midpoint i'd probably go with if i end up writing my own fic is that the transformation is reversible, but it takes time. viktor's partly severed from the arcane now so he has to learn to channel it in other ways and it ends up being a long, painstaking process. there are consequences to becoming the machine herald. it was originally sustained by the arcane so now that he's disconnected from it in some capacity there's some side effects. his muscle mass was spread across too large of a form so he gets body aches and it takes a lot of energy to do anything too physical for example. but eventually, bit by bit, he's able to change his body again. and jayce is there every step of the way to remind him that even if they can't find a way to reverse those changes he'll love him anyway

[lovegalor333]

lord please save her for me

paige bueckers x fem oc

hello! welcome to my new fic, i hope u like it! please let me know what y’all think, i have each chapter planned out but i’m not sure when i’ll update again. probably soon lmao 💋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🪽🌟

chapter one:

leni knew the first time she saw paige again it would feel like a kick in the stomach but to say she felt winded was an understatement. the sight in front of her had her breath stuck in her throat, heart beating out of her chest and her head spinning, she had to rest on the wall to balance herself. it wasn’t out of character for paige to be here. it was frat party at the beginning of the semester. paige was almost guaranteed to be here. but leni would have betted her life that the blonde would’ve come with her friends not the red head, wearing barely any clothes that was latched onto her arm currently.

“you good babe?” leni’s girlfriend, riley asks from beside her. she reached out a hand to rest on lenis back but the curly haired girl shrugged her off, “im fine. just feeling hot. can you get me some water?” leni asks in hopes to have a moment alone with her thoughts to process what she just saw. paige with a girl that wasn’t her. her paige with a girl that looked nothing like her.

despite having a girlfriend herself, leni was far from a hypocrite. a year ago leni was bearing her heart, all but begging paige to turn thier friends with benefits deal into something more serious. they already spent evenings laid together in bed. weekends walking around target or studying together. off days lounging around each others apartments. they were only fucking each other too. what would a title change? apparently a lot to paige.

leni tried for days but paige could not be swayed, shaking her head and furrowing her brow each time leni brought up the idea of them being girlfriends.

“i just don’t do that kind of thing len.”

“what we have right now is good. why change it?”

“i’m focused on basketball, i don’t need distractions.”

leni reached her breaking point, telling paige it was either they make it official or they never see each other again. she couldn’t continue in ‘will they, won’t they’ cycle. leni had caught feelings for paige. feelings so deep she wanted to shout it from the rooftops and it felt like her entire world crashed down when paige said it was best if they didn’t see each other again.

leni cried for days on end. buried under her duvet, waiting and wishing for paige to call or text and say she was wrong. to say she cared for leni they way leni cared for her. but no call or text came and eventually leni had to pick herself up and dust herself off. life doesn’t end when a blue eyed girl breaks your heart.

paige saw leni as soon as she walked in. of course she did. paige would spot leni in a sea of a thousand people. her bouncy curls, longer than the last time paige saw them, her brown skin, still showing the remnants of summer, her dark brown eyes, deep as ever as they flitted around the room. paige also saw the blonde girl next to leni, the way her hand touched her back, the way her lips pressed to lenis temple. paige wanted to punch that girl right in the face.

“where are you going?” camilla, paiges girlfriend asks as paige begins to walk away from her, “just to find a toilet. i won’t be long.” paige lies and she hurries off before camilla can say anything in response. paige wasn’t going to find a toilet. paige was going to find leni and she knew exactly where she would be.

“let me guess. you needed some fresh air.” hearing paiges voice made lenis hairs stand on end. she hadn’t heard that raspy drawl in so long she had forgotten what it sounded like. “you never did like parties.” paige says standing next to leni on the front porch. leni refused to look at paige, staring straight ahead, she focused on a street lamp in the distance that flickered. “i still don’t.” she says and in her head, her voice was strong and brave but her lips betrayed her and her words came out shaky and low.

“why are you here then?” paige asks, ever the curious girl. “i came with my g- a fri-” leni couldn’t bring herself to say the word girlfriend to paige. it was stuck in her throat threatening to choke her. “your girlfriend. you can say it len. you came with your girlfriend.”

“yeah. i did. i came with my girlfriend. looks like you did too. never knew red heads were your thing.” leni all but spits at paige, finally building the courage to look at her. and when she does, the past twelve months of healing and moving on completely unravel and leni feels as though she about to faint.

paige looks the same but simultaneously so different. her hair is still blonde but it’s shorter and a lot brighter, like she’s just had highlights. her skin looks smoother, in fact she’s glowing. leni was sure she’d grown a few inches too, paige was always taller than her but not this much taller. and as bad as leni was trying not to look, it was clear paige had been in the gym. the crop top she wore exposed her toned stomach and muscular arms and leni’s heart rate quickened as memories of those very arms being wrapped around her not so long ago flashed in her mind.

“are blondes your thing or just girls that look like me?” paige retorts and leni scoffs, “get your head out of your ass paige. girls that don’t treat me like i’m nothing is my thing.” paige feels limp as leni says that, did she really make leni think she was nothing?

paige had a difficult time with relationships. she branded herself as ‘not a relationship girl’, blaming her focus on basketball as the reason but paige knew that was bullshit. paige wanted nothing more than to have a girl in the stands cheering for her, to come home after practice and her bedroom not be empty but growing up all paige knew was turbulent relationships and broken homes and she vowed to never hurt someone the way she watched her parents hurt each other. and the only way she knew how to do that was to avoid relationships altogether.

“you weren’t nothing to me, len.” paige defends herself but it feels pointless, lenis feelings were written on her face, she always found it hard to mask her emotions and nothing had changed.

“i’m sorry. what i did wasn’t fair. i was stupid, so fucking stupid. letting you go-” leni couldn’t hear this. not here, not now. not ever actually. leni had gone through hell and back trying to get over paige, just ask her friends who had hugged her while she sobbed, forced her eat when she refused, literally picked her up off the floor multiple nights in a row after she drank enough wine to make her forget paige ever existed.

“paige, stop. this conversation is futile and one year too late.” leni holds her hand up to stop paige from saying anymore. to stop her from saying the words she was begging to hear last year.

“i’ve changed len. i promise. i tried so hard, i worked so hard to change for you. i want to show you that.”

“have you lost your fucking mind? i have a girlfriend paige and so do you. i’m happy. someone loves me, cares for me and it’s not a secret. it’s not behind closed doors. i’m someone’s girlfriend and they’re proud of that. and it’s fucked up of you to say all this stuff now, all this time later. i wasn’t enough for you and that ripped my fucking heart to pieces!”

“you were enough. you are enough. i was just blind and scared.”

leni was fighting the tears that threatened to spill, she didn’t want to cry in front of paige, give her the satisfaction of knowing she still affected leni.

paige couldn’t bare to see leni cry, the way her eyes glossed over and nose turned red, the way her lip quivered made paiges heart pang with guilt because after all, she was the reason leni was crying. “please don’t cry. i meant what i said. i really am sorry. and i know it’s complicated but i couldn’t not tell you this. i couldn’t not at least try it would feel like i’m robbing us of a chance.”

leni has averted her gaze again, there was something about holding eye contact with paige that felt like two hands around her neck squeezing every last breath out of her. it was suffocating and all consuming. when she was around paige, leni didn’t feel like she was in the same realm as everyone else, she felt transported to somewhere far away but she had to bring herself back down to earth before she did or said something she regretted.

“a year ago you looked me in my eyes and said it would be for the best if we never saw each other again and you were right paige. i shouldn’t have come to this stupid party and you shouldn’t have followed me out here. from now on, we go back to how it was before. you don’t know me. i don’t know you.”

“but i do know you len and you know me. so well.” paige does what she’s been dying to do since stepping outside with leni and she reaches out and touches her cheek. wiping a stray tear but her hand lingers and lenis eyes flutter closed at the feeling of paige. a feeling she’s craved for so long now, a feeling she’s dreamt about experiencing again.

paige has always felt a magnetic pull towards leni. the first time she met her, she was intrigued. she wanted to know more about the dark, curly haired girl. they sat for hours the first time they spoke then they ended up in paiges bed and paige got her wish of knowing more about leni. she knew leni so well it was as if she’d studied her. she knew what made her tick, how push her buttons, how to make her feel good. paige could read leni like a book, answering her questions before leni even asked them. that’s not what scared paige though. she knew she could control her feelings. what scared paige was the fact leni knew her in the same way. if paige bueckers was a book, leni had every word committed to memory.

leni placed her hand over paiges, still cupping her face, “paige, i can’t-” she begins to speak but paige cuts her off. “tell me you love her more than me. tell me what you have feels realer than what we had. tell me that and i’ll leave you alone.”

leni couldn’t say that. she couldn’t say any of it because it wasn’t true. she’s never loved anyone the way she loves paige and she doubts she ever will. but leni needed to protect herself. paige hurt her and leni couldn’t cope with that again and she had no reason to believe paige when she said she’d changed.

“don’t do that.” leni says looking at paige, her eyes as blue as ever, round and soft, pulling leni in. “don’t make this my decision. you walked away from me.”

“and it was the biggest mistake of my life.” paige says, eyes flicking down to lenis lips. she wanted to kiss her so bad. push her up against the wall, press her body into hers, one hand on her hip, the other in her hair. she wanted their lips to be on each other’s, she wanted to taste lenis cherry lip balm, tongues moving in sync as they meshed into one being.

“a mistake you’ll have to live with. i care about myself too much to risk being destroyed by the whirlwind that comes along with you paige.” lenis voice breaks as she turns away from paige as much as she believed paige was the reason they never worked out, she couldn’t help but feel like she walking away from what she’s always wanted.

“leni please-” paiges voice also faltered as she tried to pull leni back but the girl was strong and determined, “goodbye, paige.”

leni had no time to ruminate over the conversation and just about managed to wipe her tear stained cheeks before riley appeared in front of her.

“there you are! i got your water. who were you talking to out there?”

“no one. no one at all. let’s go dance.” leni says, plastering the fakest of smiles on her face. she didn’t worry that riley would notice because riley rarely noticed anything.

leni spent the rest of the night knocking back drinks and willing herself to stop glancing at paige but it was near impossible. the six foot, one hundred and sixty pound girl was alluring to say the least and with her also staring back, leni was beginning to lose composure.

“kiss me.” leni asserts, grabbing on to rileys shirt collar, pulling her down. riley looks confused but she would never deny kissing her beautiful girlfriend so she presses their lips together, leni deepens the kiss, her tongue slipping into rileys mouth but it’s not right. it doesn’t feel right. it’s not paige. and that makes leni feel sick. she’ll never kiss paige again and she’ll search for her in every girl but it’ll be pointless because no one could compare. no one could even come close.

now breathless from a phoney, drunken make out session that left nothing but the sour taste of beer in her mouth, leni pulls away from riley but her eyes immediately go to where paige was stood just minutes ago. but the athlete is gone. the only sign of her once being there was her girlfriend, now left holding two drinks. “i’m going to the bathroom.” leni mumbles and she slips away from riley, leaving her too, with a drink in each hand.

the multiple drinks leni had consumed in quick succession were catching up to her and her body swayed as she walked around the frat house looking for paige. she swung open random doors, bursting in on one too many explicit activities that she wish she never saw. “sorry, my bad.” she muttered quickly closing another door. she continued her search and by the time she reached the end of the hall, with no sign of paige, she actually needed to pee.

the bathroom was occupied but leni couldn’t wait, she knocked on the door over and over, “if you’re in there fucking, get out! i’m about to piss my pants!” she shouted over the music and she heard the lock click before the door slowly opened, “you never were very patient.” paige emerged from the bathroom and leni felt like this was fate. “i was looking for you.” she slurred, glancing up at paige. “you were?” leni nods, her eyes are glassy from intoxication, “i hate you for hurting me.” leni mutters but her actions do not resemble hate, they are needy and frantic as she pushes paige backwards into the bathroom, knocking the door closed with her foot.

“you hate me?” paige asks, hearing those words hurt but feeling lenis touch on her chest as she shoved her against the wall overrode any of that. “uh huh.” leni nods again, her hand now travelling down paiges chest and gripping her waist. “how much do you hate me?” paige tucks a piece of lenis hair behind her ear and leni leans into the touch, “so fucking much.” lenis breathing is ragged now as she pushes herself against paige, the craving she had for this woman was carnal and she doesn’t know how she managed to stay away from her for an entire year.

“you know im sorry. im different now len. hurting you is my biggest regret.” paige caresses lenis cheek, rubbing her thumb in small circles, she missed the feeling of her soft skin under her fingertips, “and this might just be mine.” leni says as she stands on her tiptoes to reach paige, crashing their lips together for the first time in over three hundred and sixty five days.

the kiss is sloppy and heated and influenced by the copious amounts of alcohol both girls had in their systems. paiges hands found lenis waist and she moaned into her mouth as her fingers explored every dip and curve on her body. leni felt like she was drowning and paige was air, she needed as much as she could get, nipping at paiges bottom lip before slipping her tongue into her mouth, saliva mixing to create the concoction that both girls missed so much.

“leni, are you in there?” there was a knock at the door and the voice of riley made leni jump away from paige, “it’s riley.” she whispered, eyes wide, “just be quiet.” paige whispered back. “leni?” rileys voice called out again and leni was violently brought back down to earth.

what the hell was she doing? in a frat house bathroom with her ex friend with benefits, kissing her when she had a girlfriend. when they both had girlfriends. this wasn’t leni. it wasn’t who she was and she wouldn’t hurt someone. she wouldn’t allow herself to.

“no. this was a mistake. we’re drunk.” leni fixed her appearance in the mirror, smoothing down her tossled curls that paige had messed up, wiping the smudged lip liner from her cupids bow and re-adjusting her shirt that had been pulled down exposing the lace of her bra.

paige watched her silently, blue eyes several shades darker as they glared into the mirror at lenis reflection. leni caught her gaze and for a split second she considered listening to paige and staying silent but riley called out her name again, “im coming!” leni responded and without so much as a glance at paige she unlocked the bathroom door and closed it tight behind her. leaving paige alone and confused, wondering what the fuck just happened.

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[cuubism]

here's a very, VERY explicit prequel to this little fic where Hob rescues Dream from his repressive home life and they run away together except the prequel is 4x longer

topics include purity culture, virginity, and Dream getting the sexual awakening of a lifetime

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The third time Dream meets Hob in the tavern, he goes up to Hob's room at the end of the night.

He was always taught he should save himself for marriage. That access to his body was only to be bestowed upon his husband--the one chosen by his parents, of course.

But Hob doesn't make him feel that way, like his body is some prize, and Dream himself not part of the equation. He makes Dream feel wanted, wholly wanted, whenever he is there. He makes Dream feel... free. Like he belongs wholly to himself.

Dream always wanted to cover himself from the gazes of the suitors his parents brought around. He did not like the way they wanted him. But he likes the way Hob wants him. He likes the way Hob looks at him, like he would ask Dream a question he already knows the answer to just to taste the way Dream says it, like he would bring Dream close and make him know why he should want to be brought close. Dream wants to know why. He wants to feel it, all that Hob can give him.

When Hob offers his hand, Dream takes it. Follows Hob up to the room he's booked above the tavern. He lets Hob undress him, breathing unevenly as Hob's fingers ghost over his skin, undoing buttons, pushing his top off over his shoulders.

Hob's hands frame his throat. He studies Dream hungrily, tracking over his chest, his shoulders, the curve of his waist. Dream feels unpracticed, unrefined both in wanting and being wanted, but maybe Hob's hands, Hob's gaze will sculpt him into a finished being.

"God, you're so beautiful," Hob says, a ragged exhale, and Dream feels himself blush. Made daring by Hob's regard, he sets his hands on Hob's chest, palms flat. Feels the rise and fall of his breathing. Vital. Strong.

He had imagined sex to be sterile. Rote. A mechanical process. That was how it was always framed, for him. But he touches Hob's chest and he feels he can reach in and dig his fingers into the meat of Hob's flesh, join their veins and feel himself become something-- dirtied, but not in the way his mother would frame it, not wrong, but dirtied the way tree roots are, fresh and organic, connected to the earth, clinging to the natural detritus of being alive.

He slips out of his shoes. Then he undoes the ties on Hob's shirt, bids him pull it off over his head. Hob's chest is revealed to him, his broad shoulders, and hair over his sternum and pectoral muscles, which Dream digs his fingers into. He wants to put his mouth on Hob's skin, swallows, throat clicking, as the impulse washes through him. Is that what intimacy is, these strange instincts and desires to touch in ways animal and raw? Dream has barely touched anyone in years beyond formal handshakes with strangers, the occasional uncomfortable hug from his family, and now he's possessed with the feeling that he must put himself all over Hob, must make up for it on every inch of his skin.

Hob puts his hands low on Dream's waist, thumbs brushing under his waistband, kisses Dream's neck, and under his jaw, deep biting possessive kisses like he too could dig under Dream's skin. Dream gasps, heart pattering, heat flooding his belly and between his legs at the wet, sure contact of Hob's mouth. Hob makes his way to the corner of Dream's lips, biting, then claiming his mouth, tongue sweeping inside. Dream is so hot, so tense between his legs now that it almost hurts but he doesn't move away, only tips his head back into Hob's kisses, holds on, shivering, knees unsteady.

Hob undoes the tie at Dream's waist, lets his trousers fall, and Dream steps out of them, now aware suddenly that he is totally bare before Hob. Hob studies him hungrily, hands again low on Dream's hips, thumbs sweeping up and down over the juncture between thigh and pelvis. It makes Dream squirm pleasantly and want to push Hob's hands lower.

Hob backs him up, slowly, until Dream's back is touching the wall, and then Hob kneels before him. Nudges Dream's thighs apart.

"What...?" Dream breathes. Then gasps as Hob takes Dream's thighs in his hands, leans in, and sets his mouth to him.

Dream had imagined much, but not this. Not Hob licking up through his folds, sucking on his clit, only coming closer when Dream starts to tremble, pushing the tip of his tongue inside him.

Dream knows he's woefully under-educated when it comes to sex; he understands the practical mechanics of how his body works, but not all the ways to bring pleasure to it. For once he doesn't rue the lack of knowledge, for it's allowing him to be so pleasantly surprised.

Hob knows more than him, and is setting all that knowledge to making Dream feel good. That feels heady. It feels powerful.

He leans back further against the wall as Hob keeps opening him up on his tongue, drinking in his fluids, his beard scratching Dream's inner thighs. Dream feels so wet, he must be drenching him. The thought makes him moan and dig his fingers into Hob's hair.

Hob lifts one of Dream's legs over his shoulder, gets in deeper, craning his neck back. Dream shakes, holding tight for balance, soft noises pulled from him by Hob's tongue. Hob's mouth has found the brightest point of heat between his legs and stoked it higher. There is another, throbbing heat deep within him, heavier with each stroke of Hob's tongue, and he hopes, he hopes, Hob will touch it soon, too.

Hob grips his hip in one hand, fingertips pressing in tight enough to leave bruises, gets his other hand up to play with Dream's folds, dragging through his slick, as he moves to suck again on his clit. Dream digs the heel of his bent leg into Hob's back, swaying, shaking, wanting to close his legs over Hob's hand and equally, spread them wider for more. Then he feels Hob's fingertip at his entrance, and Hob pushes gently, but relentless into him.

Dream cries out, clutching tighter at him, body thrown into confusion over the tumble of sensations, Hob's tongue still on that sensitive nub and his beard rubbing Dream's inner thighs and now his hands, the slight pinch and pressure of his finger entering him and then the wash of heat and slick as Hob moves, stroking him from the inside.

"That's it, darling," Hob murmurs, breath hot against Dream's skin. "God, you taste so good. You feel so good. You're perfect. Is that good for you?"

"Yes," Dream breathes. "Yes, yes--" he breaks off in a jagged cry as Hob's finger catches on a spot in him that lights his belly up and makes his legs shake, and then-- oh! The tension heavy between his legs and hot in his belly crests and releases in a rush. Heat flushes his throat, his chest, his cunt spasms around Hob's finger, over and over again.

Breathing hard, he opens his eyes, having not realized he closed them, and looks down. He finds Hob, kneeling, face wet with Dream's spend, finger still buried in his cunt, looking at him with reverence. He thinks he ought to feel shame for finding himself in such a position. But there is no shame.

He touches Hob's mouth, where his own spend glistens. Knows the hair between his legs is just as sticky. He looks at it with wonder. He has brought himself off in his own bed before, most recently to thoughts of Hob, but it was not like this. It was never so full-bodied, leaving him shaking inside and out.

His legs tremble and give out, and Hob just barely gets himself untangled quickly enough to catch him and help him down to the floor. Dream giggles, high and woozy and feeling loose and warm in every limb. He can feel the echo of Hob's hands on and in him. He feels wet and messy and he never wants it to end, he never wants to go back to being his other self, never wants to put his shell back on.

He leans his head against Hob's, and feels the curl of Hob's smile against his cheek. Hob doesn't ask him whether it was good. He surely can tell how Dream feels. He pets Dream's hair, and lets Dream's curl into him, holds him close as his heart rate slows.

"You are," Dream says, when he's gotten his voice back, "wonderful."

Hob laughs. "Oh, darling. We are just getting started."

"Oh?"

Hob, of course, has not reached completion yet. Dream doesn't know what his plans are in that regard, but he's curious to see what happens next.

He reaches between them to cup Hob through his breeches, and Hob sucks in a breath through his teeth. He's very hard, straining against the laces, and Dream wants to touch, wants to see.

"Go on," Hob says, low and breathy.

Dream undoes the ties, and takes him out. Holds Hob's cock in his palm.

It is lovely, thick and slightly curved, soft to the touch and beading with pre-come, his balls hanging heavy below. Just looking at it, between Hob's strong thighs, makes him shiver, his cunt clenching involuntarily. Dream had understood the basic mechanics of penetrative sex before this, the basic structure of bodies, but he's never actually seen a man's penis before. And certainly not one that's aroused.

He stares at Hob's. He is meant to fit that inside him?

"You are really stroking my ego right now," Hob says, laughing. "Do you like what you see?"

Dream does. Still. "I don't know if I can take you."

Hob makes a choked sound. "God. Keep talking like that. But don't worry. It's okay if you can't take it. But I bet you can. You're capable of more than you know. Not just in this."

"You like the idea that I could not take you?" Dream asks. Fantasies given voice are so new to him. He's intrigued.

"No. I want you to be able to. But I like the idea that it challenges you, that," he breathes out, heavy and wet, "that, you have to work and stretch your body to fit me. Just a bit. That it's not so easy. But it's worth it."

Hob does challenge him, every time they meet. But Dream never feels that Hob will push him, make him go beyond what he is comfortable with. It's because of this that Dream consistently wants to push himself.

He imagines Hob pushing inside him, and feels himself grow wetter, his body caught in a spiral of heat once again.

"I want to try," he says. But he wants to touch Hob, too. He gives an experimental stroke of Hob's cock, pumping up and down, cups Hob's balls in his other hand, tugs lightly, curiously. Hob curses and tucks his head down, forehead pressed to Dream's shoulder.

Dream likes this reaction, and keeps at what he's doing. He enjoys the weight of Hob in his hand, how when he gets the rhythm right, Hob jerks and shudders against him, fingers gripping tight on Dream's hips. Hob thrusts into his hand, and just watching the animal movement of his body makes Dream have to swallow hard to clear his mouth, makes him hyper aware of how his kneeling position spreads his cunt open below him.

"God, your hands look so pretty holding my cock," Hob breathes.

They do. Dream's hands are not small, exactly, but his fingers are slim and make a wonderful contrast against the girth of Hob's cock. He feels this must be one of the places he was meant to be.

"Won't last long looking at you, though," Hob warns.

Tempting though it is to see Hob brought to pleasure at his hands, Dream does want more. "What do we do now, then?" he asks.

Hob gets his arms around him and stands, scooping Dream up. Dream squeaks, clutching at him, as Hob carries him over to the bed and lays him down, watching him with hooded eyes as he steps out of his boots and strips off his breeches, standing bare before Dream.

Dream studies his body hungrily. His cock, standing hard and proud, his strong thighs, the breadth of his shoulders, the slight softness in his belly that gives him a satisfying solidity. Dream feels sharp and thin by comparison but it is not unpleasant. He likes the thought of how much power Hob could exert on him.

Dream holds out a hand to him.

Hob comes to him, settling on the bed between his legs. He runs his hands up and down Dream's thighs, parting them, bending his knees up. Dream's heart pounds in his throat, shivery at the touch of his hands, at the exposure of being spread open, the potential of Hob between his thighs.

"You're utterly perfect," Hob says, sounding wrecked. Dream makes a low whimper. "God, darling. What a privilege."

Dream feels the privilege is his, to have Hob's regard and desire and care, but he likes the thought of being desired, too, of being cherished. That Hob takes this moment as seriously as Dream does--not as the fundamental change he'd once been taught virginity was, but as a moment he feels he's chosen, something given to himself, a breaking down of the fences put up around him.

Hob runs his fingers through Dream's folds, where it's wet and sensitive. "Should be getting open now," he murmurs, and slips a finger into him. It goes easily, and Dream whines. Hob works his finger in and out, then slips in a second one, and Dream cries out at the added pressure. It feels good though, and the look on Hob's face, hunger and reverence, is even better.

"Please, Hob," Dream says. "Fuck me."

Hob groans. "You'll be my death."

He settles himself between Dream's legs, hovering over him, braced on his arms by Dream's sides. This sets their faces in line, and so Hob leans down to kiss him, deep, longing, licking into Dream's mouth, sucking on his tongue. Kissing Hob is so much more addicting than Dream had ever thought kissing could be. He makes Dream want to take in the most delicious way. Makes him feel needed.

Hob breaks their kiss, saliva drawing between their lips, breathing hard against Dream's mouth. His eyes speak his need, and he needn't voice it but does anyway. "Dream. Need you."

Dream wraps his arms around Hob's shoulders. Smiles up at him.

Hob shifts his hips, works a hand between them to line himself up. The head of his cock presses to Dream's cunt, delicious blunt pressure that makes Dream whimper. Hob slips in gradually, holding himself steady above Dream's body, and Dream works on his breathing, shivery and unsteady as Hob pushes in deeper, deeper, splitting him open and lighting him up all at once.

Dream had-- he had not known it could feel good. He had been told it might hurt, except somehow with Hob he had always known it wouldn't. He'd trusted Hob in that. Still he had not expected being fucked to bring him much pleasure, he had wanted it because he liked the idea of it, and because he was curious, and because he wanted Hob to want him and to make Hob feel good.

He hadn't expected to have a hoarse cry wrenched bodily from his throat as Hob sinks all the way in, to clutch at Hob's shoulders and wrap shaking legs around Hob's waist, toes curling, trembling all over because he's so full. Hob is inside him, and the bodily knowledge of it makes his cunt clench involuntarily, wet and aching, and he whimpers as he's held open by Hob.

It is a bit of a challenge to take him, as he'd expected, but as Hob had said, Dream's body knows what to do, relaxes into being had, finds space he didn't know he could make and carves it open for Hob's body. Don't let yourself be taken, don't let yourself be brought down, he's been told over and over, but this feels anything but degrading. He is taking Hob into himself, holding Hob within him, an act of care and generosity, and knowing now, too, the pleasure it can bring him as well, Dream feels he is making out very well indeed.

Now Hob is trembling with the effort of staying still while Dream adjusts. "God," he says, voice choked, "you feel so good, love."

"You said I could do it," Dream says.

"And you have, good boy."

A shiver runs all through Dream's body at the words. Hob always tells him he is good, tells him he is good and right for choosing himself, for choosing his own pleasure, tells him he is perfect just as he is. No one has ever said that to him before. And he hadn't believed it at first, but now, with Hob, he feels it.

"Hob," he says, voice thin, "please."

"Should be the one begging you," Hob says. But he starts to move, slowly at first, a slick slide in Dream's body, each thrust pulling a moan from Dream's throat. He clutches to Hob's shoulder with one hand, the other buried in Hob's hair, holding on as Hob rocks him. Hob kisses Dream's neck, sucking in marks that will surely show later, breath hot and wet as he pants against Dream's skin. Dream wants them to show. He wants all of this to show on his body like a tattoo, wants to mar his skin with his own choices.

Perhaps he may be using Hob to rebel, just a little, but somehow he doesn't think Hob will mind.

He holds on, breathless, as Hob moves faster, chasing his need in Dream's body. Not making love, though Dream does feel cared for. Fucking him. Hard. Fast. Rocking the bed under them, shaking Dream's whole body. Dream is falling into senseless obsession with how it feels, to take all of Hob's need, the power of him between Dream's thighs, the pressure in his cunt, the heat building again in his belly, Hob's panting breaths and moans. Dream closes his eyes, hears himself making mindless sounds, cries and whimpers, gasping punched-out breaths. He feels shaken out of focus, and hot, and craving, more alive than he's ever felt.

Hob rolls onto his back, settles Dream on his hips. This dislodges Dream from him, and he whines, bereft, until Hob helps lift him, and Dream has the pleasure of sinking down on him again.

It's deeper this way, and Dream cries out as their hips come flush. Hob caresses his sides. He's out of breath, sweat glinting along his throat and chest, but his gaze is adoring. Dream likes this view. He likes being exposed. He likes being seen.

"Do you like what you see?" he asks, and Hob laughs.

"Oh darling, you know I do." He holds Dream's hips gently in his hands. "Go on. Take your pleasure."

It does feel pleasurable this way. Deep. Thorough. Dream rocks his hips experimentally, and Hob groans.

"That's it, love, keep going."

Dream keeps going. Lifts himself up, thighs shaking, then sinks down again. Does it again. And again. Until he's found a rhythm, rocking down onto Hob, then bouncing, faster, in his lap, Hob's hands on his hips helping him along. He whines as Hob scrapes his insides, fills him up so pleasurably, again, again, again.

He finds himself panting on each thrust, letting out involuntary cries of ah! ah! as Hob gazes at him adoringly. Dream tips his head back. Lets go. Rides Hob with abandon, taking moment after moment of pleasure from his cock.

His climax sweeps through him unexpectedly. He cries out, clutching at Hob's hands, cunt spasming around Hob almost painfully. Hob groans, hips jerking up into him, and comes. His hot spend floods through Dream's insides, and Dream cries out again at the feeling. It's good. It's so good. Hob is in him, Hob has left something in him, made himself a part of him, an indelible mark that Dream will always know was there. It can't be taken away. He knows, he knows, he shouldn't put a prize on virginity, but now it is Hob's, and it is his, and no one can undo that, no one else can have it, no matter how much they crave it. Dream gets to have it. Dream gets to give it to whom he chooses.

"Easy, darling," Hob says, as Dream keeps panting above him. "You with me?"

Dream collapses onto him, Hob's soft cock slipping out. Dream whines at the sudden emptiness, but it's made up for by Hob's lips against his temple as Dream lies on him, catching his breath.

When he's caught up to himself, when things are no longer spinning, he lifts his head, and kisses Hob. Sinks into the touch, Hob's hands on his hips, the wetness still between them, Hob's spend dripping from him, their naked bodies still pressed together. He's never felt more messy and ruined. He's never felt more embodied.

"Got you to come twice," Hob says, grinning, as they press their foreheads together. "Next time I'll make it three."

Dream laughs. "You will spoil me."

"God, I hope so." He strokes his hands up the backs of Dream's thighs. Touches, just briefly, where his own spend slips from Dream's body.

"I've never been one to make much of virginity," he says. "Bit ridiculous, in my opinion. But. I can't lie. God do I like being your first."

"You like the thought of setting my standards," Dream says. "Of leaving your trace on me." Or maybe it is just Dream who likes these thoughts. His own fantasies are beginning to unspool from his tangled mind as he lets himself reach for them.

Hob hums in agreement.

Eventually Dream slides down to lie beside him. Hob turns onto his side, head pillowed on his arm, gazing at him.

"So, first time for so many things," he says. His smile is fond. "What was your favorite?"

"I'm supposed to have just one?"

Hob laughs. "One at a time, then."

Dream considers. "I like being naked with you," he finally says, and Hob's face softens in surprise. "I feel... like myself, that way. Like I don't have to hide. It feels so natural."

Hob strokes his fingers up and down over Dream's bare hip. Dream likes the feeling of it, Hob's touch, nothing between them, nothing to cover up the truth of him.

"You're beautiful like that," Hob says.

Dream curls inward, presses his face to Hob's chest. Not to hide, but to be close. Hob drags his fingers through his hair, catching in the tangles, pets his cheek, the line of his neck, his back. If Dream had his way, he would stay right here forever, cradled in Hob's arms.

He knows he cannot, not tonight. He will have to re-clothe himself, put back on his skin, return home-- but not for another few moments. For these few moments, he can be with Hob, quiet, beloved, free.

~

At home, Dream paces his bedroom, restless. The peace that had settled in his bones as he'd lain with Hob has retreated again to the edges of his being. He feels like a caged creature, something given a long-craved gift only to have it snatched away again.

Someday. Someday he will figure his way out of here. For now he collapses onto his bed in his sleep clothes, wishing desperately that Hob were there, or rather, that he were with Hob. And not here.

He needs Hob. He's gotten a taste, and he's become ravenous. Insatiable. He's had Hob, he's been had, and still he wants more.

And he doesn't feel bad about it. Not at all.

He slips his hand in his pants. He had not gotten his mouth on Hob, as he had craved in the moment. So he imagines it now.

Meeting Hob again, and Hob bringing him up to his room. Dream falling to his knees before him. Hob's hard cock at eye level. Hob's hand light on his jaw. Open your mouth, darling. Dream doing so, obediently. Hob laying his cock on Dream's tongue. Dream tasting it, holding the heft of it in his mouth, feeling the shape within him, bobbing his head, taking Hob down. Hob saying, that's it, love. His cock bumping the back of Dream's throat, Dream hollowing his cheeks, learning as he goes, bringing him pleasure with the warmth of his mouth. Hob's grip tight in his hair. His hips thrusting up powerfully into Dream.

Dream touches himself, fingers moving fast over his oversensitive clit, cunt spasming painfully at the images that run through his mind. Hob's powerful body, and how it would feel for him to come in Dream's mouth, his soft gasp above Dream's head, his spend flooding onto Dream's tongue. How Hob would sink down with him after, bring him close, cradle him, saying, You're beautiful, you're perfect. My sweet starving boy, I'm so glad you're full.

Dream comes with a groan, legs drawing in at the sharp ache of it. That was probably too much, he was already too sensitive, but he feels insatiable now, he still wants Hob.

He wants Hob always. He wants Hob's naked body pressed up against him. He wants to go to sleep with Hob's cock in him and wake up with Hob already rolling him through a gentle, surprised climax. Hob has opened this door in him, and Dream cannot bear to close it.

He feels bright and full-bodied and alive, and his bedroom is a dim prison.

He has to get out. He has to find a way out. He's thought it before, but never has he wanted it so badly, never felt like he might claw his own body apart if he can't.

But. Now he has Hob. Will Hob help him?

He has never had someone who might help him. His siblings have kept his secret, diverted attention from him so he can meet Hob, but they would not have the wherewithal to rebel in such an open and consequential way. Nor had Dream, before this.

He finds he's caring less and less about the consequences. Finds them, for the first time in his life, vastly outweighed by what he wants.

Perhaps Hob will help him. Dream thinks he might. But even if he does not, Dream must act. That is paramount.

He wants to be with Hob. But he needs to be free.

[joejhang]

it lowkey boils my blood when people portray raven!neil to be some kind of sacrificial lamb/martyr type character because in the process of giving him a martyr complex they fully erase the core of his character. do y'all really think being in the nest would stop him from fighting back and being a mouthy feisty little shit?? fuck no. real ones know raven!neil is as problematic and scrappy as neil josten when he's with the foxes, he's just learned to stay instead of run. he'd still give lip to r*ko and tetsuji and he'd be so fiercely loyal to jean and kevin but idk why every fic writer makes him like their "protector" neil would be their partner, their friend in misery, hand in unloveable hand, but i can't see any of them taking on a "protecting" or "shielding" role, they're so deeply entrenched in the abuse of the nest they can only be each other's anchors, and patch each other back together after they're pulled apart time and time again. raven!neil isn't passive and submissive and a martyr. raven!neil is fierce and vicious and ambitious, and a little sad at his core. it bothers me SO MUCH because they strip neil of all of his flavour like where is his attitude where are his sarcastic remarks where is the bickering with kevin and jean where is his refusal to ever give ground and bend the knee to anyone bro there's literal CANON PROOF that even evermore couldn't beat that vicious will to live out of him. yes jean and kevin were cowed by the nest but not every victim of abuse is the same. jean chose to take it because it was worth sacrificing his pride for his survival but neil isn't like that. this is the boy who chose to play exy for some six months instead of choosing to run away again and actually survive. jean and kevin aren't "cowardly" or inferior to neil for responding differently to their horrific circumstances, but people need to understand that at his core, neil would spit out a "fuck you" to the moriyamas and r*ko and every other abusive raven and not give two shits about the consequences. that's just who he is.

[cheyisagirlkisser]

could you do a part two to the pit fighter vi fic where vi has a spit kink…pretty please😼

Part two hip hip hooray!! this one probably isn’t as delicious as the first I apologize, I’m allergic to writing good sequels

Content: 800 words, Pit fighter Vi and fem! waitress reader, fingering (r! receiving), oral sex (r! receiving), spit play, quickie in the bathroom🐱, Vi calls you cupcake you can interpret that little bit of info however you want, getting stuffed like a turkey happy thanksgiving

After that insane night, you and Vi became regular fuck-buddies.

It wasn't always when she was drunk after fights. Sometimes, she would slide into the kitchen while you were on your break and pull you into the staff bathrooms for quickies. She called you her "good-luck charm." You found yourself growing more and more wanting of her attention, always quick to her table when she visits after fights and feel her hot touch over every inch of your skin. Even in your dreams, you could feel her hands over the fat of your ass, her saliva branded over your navel from the countless times her mouth trailed down it, the bruises all over your thighs from her bites, and even the scent of alcohol filling your nostrils, haunting you when she isn't around.

As you fucked more and more, it was clear that she had some insane kinks. She loved fucking several orgasms out of your poor pussy; she couldn't help it. You looked all used up and still somehow all shy after. It made her heart jump.

One thing Vi really, really liked about you was that you were so sensitive to everything she does, and she could really do anything she wanted to you. You would just take it, even if your knees were buckling and there were tears in your eyes from the intensity of her actions.

Vi has you on the bathroom sink with your legs spread wide open, her tongue deep inside your soaked hole. This was just the thing - Vi tells you to bark, you bark. She tells you to jump, you ask how high. You’re wrapped around the girl’s fingers quite literally. She gives you the best sex, and you can't complain.

She shoves two fingers deep into your pussy and watches as your legs quiver, “fuck you take everything I give you so easily.”

Vi is absolutely mesmerized. You look like an erotic painting even in such a vulgar context with your fingers grasping as her hair, pulling her up so you can kiss her. Your cheeks are rosy and your lidded eyes seem to squeeze shut every time her fingers curl inside you. Your hair is plastered in sweaty tendrils on your forehead, messy strays sticking up. Her lips meet yours in a searing kiss before she breaks away.

“Open wide.” The command is laced with sweetness, but you’re too dumbed down by how warm her touch is that you only offer up a moan in return.

Vi sighs, grabbing your lips and parting them. “C’mon, stick your tongue out.”

“P-Please, Vi, I just need you to-"

“Stick your fucking tongue out or I will stop right here and now, cupcake.”

Your tongue quickly peeks out of your mouth, and Vi doesn’t hesitate to deliver a glob of her spit onto it.

“Swallow.” As she demands, she adds another finger, stretching you full of her digits.

You can’t process all of it; the sensation of her fingers drilling deep inside you, the taste of her saliva fills your taste buds, and all you can do is quickly swallow what she’s offered you with a grateful little whine.

Vi’s lips are back on yours, her tongue parting them to feel yours. You kiss her like she’s gonna disappear, tasting her once more and you can’t hold on much longer.

Her mouth doesn’t waste time returning to your clit, suckling on the soft bud and only bringing you tumbling to the orgasm you have been desperate for. Your juices coat her fingers up to her knuckles and she is now taking everything you have to offer her. Every wave of your orgasm is like a new firework being lit and launched up into the air, crackling and fading before the next hits you.

When it finally ends, Vi is breathlessly leaning into your body, as flushed as you are. Your ass is practically in the sink now and the whole restaurant definitely heard you two, but all you can think about is how soft you are for this black-haired woman to the point that if she spits into your open mouth, you accept is so graciously and if she fills every crevice of your cunt, all you will do is plead and beg for her to own you.

Even in her brash behavior, she still cares about you. Vi plants a soft kiss on your neck, not a bite or a sloppy smooch, but just a kiss. She then moves back to your lips and covers them with hers from the corner of your mouth to your bottom lip, her lips swollen and hot but so affectionate and somehow sweet, despite the relationship the two of you have.

You completely forgot about the burgers you were supposed to bring to table three like, 15 minutes ago.

[luv-y0urself]

18 headcanons for woon's 18th !

day 1 : living with woon . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

established relationship!au | roommate!woon x fem!reader ♫．genre : slice of life, so much fluff... | wc : 789 | warnings : second person pov ! woon is implied to be a student ⏤ in college or high school is up to you to decide. as always, there is some mild bickering too :') 𖤐．first post of the series ! happy birthday once again, woon <3 make sure to let me know which one you guys like the most for the full fic on the seventh day ! more details on the masterlist linked below ↓

ᵔᴗᵔ﹕masterlist | next day . . . tba !

living together-

there would never be a dull day if woonhak was living with you… literally. there’s always one thing or another happening around you guys, and you guys always make the most of it. 

like, there was one time when woonhak insisted that you teach him some of the yoga/pilates things you’ve been doing in your freetime, saying something like “it can’t be that hard…”

oh boy. poor guy was shaking just using a foam roller and doing a couple of exercises with it while you were nearly crying from laughter. 

“you won’t even be able to use a reformer!!”

“sh-shut up!! yes i can!!”

but even when you guys bicker with each other like that, woonhak is still someone that you can rely on for anything.

sometimes there are just days where you don’t want to do anything and just want to stay home, but he forces you to get up and do something, even if that’s going on a short little walk with him outside for some fresh air or just being next to his warmth while he’s doing homework for some of his classes, listening to his voice talking about random things to make you feel better.

he always has food prepared for you on those days – not processed, delivered food, but actual homemade food that he made, freshly prepared for you to eat.

“... thanks, woon.”

“you have to do the dishes.”

“are you kidding me???”

throwing tantrums-

cue the hundreds of videos of woon on the floor throwing a tantrum…

if something doesn’t go his way… this is definitely the type of move he would pull out of his pocket.

FOR EXAMPLE. if something goes wrong w the game he’s playing, he would lay on the floor and start doing this, causing you to run out of the kitchen, not even caring about the flour from your apron leaving a trail behind you as you stare at his flailing body.

of course. just when you're making your favorite cookies to eat during the weekend...

“... woon…?”

“oh my GOD i literally cannot beat this level this is absolutely horrible i’m so bad at this game–”

“woon– oh my god–” you run over and reach out to him to grab his hand holding the flailing controller, putting it down and grabbing both his wrists, successfully putting them above his head as you stare down at him. he finally stops and sighs, looking into your eyes.

“you know, sometimes i wonder if i’m babysitting a child or if i’m living with my boyfriend.”

woon scoffs, all thoughts about the game forgotten as he swiftly switches your positions so that he was on top of you now.

“well, obviously your boyfriend, right?” he gives you a mischievous smile before he starts tickling your sides, getting flour all over his clothing and face before you’re finally able to make him stop.

yes, throwing a tantrum means you have to go and calm him down… which also means this happens every single time too. you still haven’t quite figured out a way to get out of the situation, which wasn't good because woon was getting better day by day at finding your weak spots.

"woon – oh my god – let go of me! my cookies are going to burn!"

"not until you say that i'm the bestest boyfriend in the world."

"jesus christ–"

coparenting a pet-

now, although you insisted that you have enough on your hands with woon in the house, he always wanted to get a pet – a pet dog, specifically. you’ve always said no because that would be too much of a commitment for you guys. but… for his birthday, you finally decided to give in – all the while doing a small prank.

see, you packaged a couple of cute dog toys and gave it to him on the morning of his birthday. he opened them up, happy to see the plushies but a little confused. 

“aren’t these for… dogs…?”

you couldn’t help but smile. “check outside.”

his eyes light up immediately and he zooms out of the room, and you follow him with your phone recording, watching as he picks up the dog from the box that you bought him in and had left outside just a couple minutes ago, the small brown furball nearly disappearing in his arms.

his eyes look at yours with a look of wonder and joy, and he smiles so wide, making your heart warm just by looking at the two of them together. he puts down the dog softly on the floor and immediately pulls you into his embrace, his large hand covering the back of your head and burying himself into your scent by snuggling into the crevice of your shoulder.

“thank you so much, love.”

© luv-y0urself / 2024 | taglist : @onedoornet @blankjournal

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

“even i’m not into that shit”

❤︎ synopsis — the sleep token members being fucking morons and fucking around

pairing: sleep token members x gn!reader (can be platonic or romantic)

theme: crack ✦

a/n: I’M BACK !!!! hopefully i don’t disappear for like a good fifty years after this. this is my third set of stupid ass headcanons. i pulled my shitty humor out of my ass for this one, enjoy !!! (the original ask got swallowed by my dumbass because i accidentally posted the unfinished fic 💀 this is dedicated to my bestie @dead-end-fanfiction)

cw: i think the title speaks for itself

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➵ vessel

i just know this man is the most unhygienic motherfucker to ever exist

more specifically with his teeth. he cannot brush his teeth to save his life

like ??? this all powerful, dark deity, has the most stinky ass breath that if anyone dares to even breath it in, they’d disintegrate on the spot

like what the fuck vessel, you’re better than this

i love vessel but he just does weird shit sometimes

he sleeps butt ass naked

and one time you accidentally walked in on him while he was literally stripping to get ready for bed

he stood there like an npc while you were freaking out

“…. what’s wrong—“ “what’s wrong is that YOU’RE BUTT ASS NAKED IN FRONT OF ME—“

vessel is easily fascinated by human things. i mean - he was once human, so he likes to keep in touch every now and then.

however, out of all of the human things he had to have an obsession with.

… it was rubber ducks

this isn’t even explainable— how do you explain this all-powerful sleep entity to be obsessed with rubber ducks

he literally has a whole room dedicated to his collection of anything rubber duck related. give him a gift that has something to do with ducks and he’s making out with you on the spot

that’s not a joke, he did that with you before

➵ ii

this motherfucker is on his last limb and he’s being held together by paper clips

ii’s not even the leader but he cannot catch a break to save his life

he’s the only one that knows how to cook

one time he left ivy and the vesselettes in the kitchen by themselves. came back to house fires and high pitched screaming that definitely was not from the ladies

ii makes bomb ass banana cream pie though

ik for a fact this man does NOT keep his room clean

you once walked into his room to ask him a favor and there were like - a million drumsticks everywhere on the floor while he sat in the center of it

how does one possess that many drumsticks???

“dude what the f— clean your room!” “it gives me inner peace, y/n. go away.”

ii’s scared of the jollibee mascot

he once went out with his buddies to get some of that fast food. that giant red and yellow fuckass bee then came out of nowhere and spooked the shit out of ii

he then socked the guy in the face so hard the dude wearing the costume had a bloody nose

ii quickly fled the scene to not get arrested

after that he’s had a fear of fast food mascots in general, it’s kinda funny.

don’t bring ii near the jack in the box mascot though, he’s got some trauma from what he’s seen on twitter

➵ iii

zesty ahh mf

plays his bass like he’s fingering someone’s asshole like 🤨 whatcha doin’ iii ??

the type of man to set like fifty million alarms but never wakes up to any of them

however he wakes up everyone else in the process

it gets annoying hearing the “by the seaside” ringtone every morning at 6am. so one day you came into his room and poured ice cold water on him to wake him up

iii didn’t wake up from that btw, you thought it was dead

“…. bro wtf wake up—“

thankfully he wasn’t

biggest kpop stan

he’s a boy group stan and his favorite group is ateez

constantly blasting guerilla too

also i feel like iii owns a tumblr blog too

he’d be out here posting some shih like “pov you’re locked in a room w him for twenty four hours and you have to tickle his balls wyd” 💀

he probably posts also moodboards or some shi and tags them like an actual tumblr blogger

#it took my ahh fifty hours to make this plz repost it

stalks his fans on twitter

gets scared by said fans on twitter

“wdym they wanna get me pregnant”

breaks his bass every four hours during practice and vessel chews his ahh out every time

but it’s funny because you’re always there to help him

➵ ivy

he likes to act like he’s tough shit but ivy is a huge nerd

literally the definition of “magical in bed” except the magic is him explaining the gaming system of magic the gathering

hot asf but has no bitches frfr

also the definition of loser trapped in a hottie’s body

i’d like to believe that ivy has a crunchy ipad kid cough

and i mean CRUNCHY. bro will start choking on his saliva and start coughing like a dying seal

it’s quite hilarious, but also concerning at the same time

the first time you heard him cough like that, you were like 😟

“AEUGH- HEUGH— BEUHSHAK-“ “ivy—“

that pretty sums up the entire interaction

this bitch looks like he ate glue as a kid

more specifically glitter glue. the pink kind.

idk that sounds like ivy

he gets literal death coffee in the morning too btw

no ice. no sugar. straight shots of espresso.

eight shots, btw.

the coffee looks blacker than the black hole.

iii tried some of his coffee one time and spat it all in your face. ivy watched with his hell coffee in hand as you beat the shit out of iii

yeah, safe to say ivy was banned from having that kind of coffee for a while

so yeah. that pretty much sums up the kind of person ivy is

[gothamite-rambler]

Current Fics I'm Working On To Post Here And On AO3

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RobStar Fics: Join Dick Grayson and Koriandr on their path to rekindling their relationship. With open communication and maturity, they tackle villains and share tender moments. Will marriage be in their future? You’ll have to wait and see!

Spoiler vs. Kite-Man Fics: Inspired by a headcanon I had after watching Kite-Man, Hell Yeah, this series humorously explores the unlikely dynamic of Stephanie Brown and Kite-Man. Though Stephanie initially dislikes Kite-Man, their odd relationship shifts as she lets him escape and he proposes a rivalry. She even gets to meet his fiancée! FML, indeed.

Jason Todd's Pre-Return to the Batfamily Fics: This series dives into Jason's tumultuous journey before rejoining the Batfamily. During this time, he battles Tim in a brutal second fight, keeps Damian’s identity a secret from Bruce, reconciles with Dick, rescues Bruce, and ultimately decides to stop killing—all while forming his own team.

Talia al Ghul: A Good Mom Fics: This series portrays Talia as a mother first, villain second, in her relationship with Damian. After making mistakes with both him and Bruce, and following her brush with death, she is determined to be a better mother, even if it annoys her son in the process.

Commissioner Gordon Fics: Follow Jim Gordon as he navigates the complexities of dealing with the Batfamily, particularly Batman, all while pretending he isn’t fully aware of Bruce Wayne's secret identity to the general public.

That's what I have so far off the top of my head! You can check out many of these stories on my pinned masterlist. Thanks for reading, and if I muster the courage to post them on AO3, I’ll share the links soon.

Love you all, peace!

[forestmossling]

@mia6363 said to come yell at them on tumblr if one so desired and i’m planning to take full advantage of that invitation.

and i guess usually i would yell, i do have a surprising affinity for incoherent all-caps key smashes, but it feels wrong to do that with this fic. i just lived seven years in a glass cell in a basement in one night, i don’t feel like being loud or wasting my breath.

this is genuinely one of the best fics i have read in my entire life. i even hesitate a little to call it a ‘fic’, because this doesn’t even feel like a byproduct of teen wolf, aside from the fact that all art in a way is a byproduct of something. for me, this is so much more than just twirling your blorbos and making them fall in love with each other again and again in a multitude of different ways (i respect that too, btw, i am a huge fan of blorbo twirling). this was a full, independent story that spanned so much wider and greater than what it came from.

i am absolutely obsessed with everything about the storytelling here. the way different parts of stiles’ life before captivity come together to shape his reality and actions during the captivity, and how they crashed and burned when stiles broke free and got to experience them again. how every step stiles takes, every decision he makes, is overshadowed with voices from his past, the way nothing he does comes from nowhere even if some of it took root before he could even consciously acknowledge the impact it had on him. and the way i, as reader, was immersed in this process, good fucking god. i almost took screenshots at some especially gut-wrenching moments, but i always ended up stopping myself from doing that, because even imagining somebody perceiving a part of this work out of context felt incredibly wrong for some reason. i’m probably being too reverent and over the top about this, but i also don’t fucking care, this is my sacred text.

and all the characters, just… yeah. i’m dead. satomi ito, they could never make me hate you or your beautiful husband. every story, every character’s motivation and psychological path throughout the story just made so much sense. i could see all of them so clearly and obviously, by themselves and especially when they came together. did i already say i’m obsessed?? because, as i write this, i just realize how much i’m fumbling my words because i simply have no fucking idea how to express the way the complexity, coherence and ingenuity of this work makes me feel.

and when i try to wrap my head around the fact that there’s an actual human being behind this story, my fucking brain explodes. HOW????? how is this man made??? how was this not woven together by the galactic matter since the inception of the world as we know it????? don’t even look at me, my brain is literally leaking out of my ears at this point, i’m so overwhelmed. in short, i feel about the author of this fic pretty much the same way any sane person in the fic feels about stiles. this is some true alpha shit right there.

i feel like there’s so much more i want to say but also nothing i could actually manage to put into words, so yeah. just. this is incredibly great and very cool👍 go read this immediately if you haven’t already OR ELSE. ♾️/10, there’s no other way around it. absolutely AM recommending.

[reineydraws]

ode to coming home by @portgasu

these are my full pieces for the @opfluffzine 🥰🥰 it was really fun doing the spot art for this uta lives fic and super great to work with asriel! go show the fic some love on ao3, and if you wanna check out the rest of the zine, you can download it here for free 💞

process gifs under the cut!

[vynnyal]

This is a pretty good point in the wip to share this, methinks :]

Map part for the hole dwelling map, starring... Not my ocs! I wanted to use ocs, but I don't have any-- so I just used the characters from a fic I was reading at the time 😂

Turns out, the symbolism was so much fun to twist into the 11 seconds I had to work with, I ended up going way more complex than I meant to. If you wanna read the fic this was based on, please do!! And tell the author I said hi! :D

[odo-apologist]

Me enjoying a rewatch of a Red Dwarf episode, having a good time: 🙂

My traitorous brain: Hey, this scene takes place away from Red Dwarf and Starbug, Lister probably doesn't remember it after M-Corp

Me: 😧

[iridescentmirrorsgenshin]

HIIIIII

Omd I love your work so much the analysation between Kaveh and Alhaitham is just so ??? (Beautiful wth I probably read like 99.9% of your work bc I just love reading the analysis between them) literally EVERYTIME you post I get so excited like it just makes me smile

Anyway if it’s not rude to ask, Ive read some of your fanfics about them and I just wanted to ask how you make them so.. accurate? Ive just recently started writing fanfics and do you have any tips?

Also knowing how much you analyse these two are there any like details about them you found out abt the pair? I would normally do it myself but im not even up to the Sumeru archon quest 😭

And another thing, do you have any head canons revolving the two or do you just stick by the canon? (If you do head canons i would LOVE TO HEAR THEM.)

Hope this isnt too much to ask!! (Also ignore my horrible punctuation it’s normally better than this i swear)

Anyway like i said your work is amazing and byebyeeee have a good night/day/afternoon

-🍀

hiya!! AHHHH i'm so glad you enjoy my brainrot analysis of these two <333 i'm way too invested so i'm happy that people are invested in them just as much!! HELPPP now i'm kicking my legs and giggling that's so sweet :'''')

firstly !?!?! thank you for checking out my fics!! and !!!!!! i'm glad you like the characterisation! :'''') when i first got into haikaveh, all i was doing was reading fics before i got to sumeru. i had ideas for writing, but i was way too scared of actually getting them up in full in case they were inaccurate, because i felt that i didn't have a great grasp on their in-game characters? (not that this fear should stop anyone - where would haikaveh nation be without the authors who wrote for haikaveh before kaveh was even released??)

personally i spent a lot of time going over their individual character stories and voice-lines, as well as constantly rewatching character trailer videos and clips where haikaveh are together onscreen, and also apart, so i could start the essay, and this definitely also helped me develop a voice for both of them in fic in terms of dialogue and inner monologues.

for me kaveh's inner monologue is going to be almost the complete opposite of alhaitham's, where kaveh's empathy comes out in overthinking, and is fuelled mainly by emotion as he tries to rationalise his perspective (in relation to interpreting alhaitham), whereas i write alhaitham's inner monologue to be more observation based, and where emotion is implied rather than stated - which i find is used in his character stories, particularly character story 5 where his past is given. although no emotions are mentioned, it's evident how essential his grandmother is to him, only there is no detail about how he felt when losing the last of his family, and having to arrange her funeral, and enrolling in the akademiya when he previously believed it to be boring, and the years spent after his graduation, up until the point where kaveh moves in - in contrast to kaveh's character stories which are extremely detail heavy in these regards.

there's a clear contrast between kaveh and alhaitham's experiencing of emotion in inner monologue, especially when it comes to alhaitham's grandmother's last wishes, as it's an impactful line about her wanting him to lead a peaceful life, and there's no further elaboration on this; the emotion is there to be interpreted, whereas kaveh will be explicit about his exact feelings at the time, and how these feelings change, or don't change.

for me, both are interesting to write, as kaveh's empathy ensures that he will be in constant motion, avidly aware of each shift of mood in any conversation, or aware of a thought that alhaitham might be chasing. if writing when alhaitham and kaveh are not in sync, then justifying kaveh's mindset and his interpretation of alhaitham can fuel the dialogue (whether it be typical banter or strained conversation). on the other hand, alhaitham's emotions are more subtextual, perhaps he'll notice kaveh beginning to frown when working, which shows that alhaitham has been staring at kaveh rather than reading, or something. i interpret his inner monologue as him being thoroughly aware of how he feels towards kaveh, and therefore he has no need to reiterate this when thinking - again, in contrast to kaveh, whose mood and feelings fluctuate depending on those around him.

those are just my personal approaches in case it's of any interest to you! if you're hesitant to write because you feel like things won't be 'in-character', i'd argue that fanfiction as a medium ensures that works can't be in-character as it won't be the game's canon; especially as characters can be reinterpreted for each person depending on the plot and the themes. in general, i'd say write whatever, and however you want, so long as you're writing something. you can come back and edit it later, and you may find that new ideas come to you as you start writing. so long as you're having fun!

as for things i like about them in terms of in-game canon(?), i would say that aside from the writing of their dialogue and their character stories, their arguments on the bulletin board posts around sumeru are so sacred and special! when you get to sumeru i highly recommend running around to find them! it feels very rewarding to click through each post to find alhaitham responding to each and every post that kaveh makes <3

additionally, there's the idea that as alhaitham accidentally created an aesthetically pleasing rug print design, with (supposedly) kaveh doing the same by creating a practical, affordable rug, mirroring each other's traits of artistry vs practicality (thanks to haikavehtimely). the devs being thorough in their haikaveh propaganda is so insane, but if i had made haikaveh i would be doing the exact same thing???

as for design inspiration, the idea of them resembling plato and aristotle in terms of their beliefs is rather interesting?? especially with kaveh talking about beauty having a whole form, in that it's a concept intrinsically understood! especially with their splash art poses in mind (which is written about in the haikaveh bible)

blessed be headcanons! i end up writing them into my fics, but i think the spaces in canon leave a lot to interpretation, so i think i end up working around that? a lot of them are domestic for me, for example, kaveh definitely has a skin/hair routine, and i think while alhaitham may not go to such lengths, he values cleanliness and has a lengthy bath time (alhaitham likes the smells of kaveh's skincare and kaveh likes the subtle smells of alhaitham's bath oils).

also!! that kitchen is TINYYY!! i think it's !?!?!? that alhaitham canonically had that research lab redesigned into a house, and approved a design that had TWO bedrooms, even after kaveh rejected the building?? i think he prioritised his dreams of a reunion over realistic living conventions and that kitchen is atrociously small, and kaveh complains about it all the time and clowns on alhaitham, so they have to scrunch up when cooking, or they establish a cooking schedule, which, a lot of the time, goes out the window, as they go to the tavern or get take away <3

thank you so much for your ask! it was really interesting to explore all these questions, i hope it's been useful to you in any way :''') and thank you for your support!

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

i have yet another fic idea that i may or may not ever write but i'm tired and don't feel like being articulate so i'm just going to describe it as the body keeps the score + season 1 body swap = me finding new and inventive ways for people to find out about jamie's trauma

[saucerfulofsins]

Buck doesn’t move in.

Not in the sense he’s familiar with: packing up boxes, sorting through belongings, replacing pillow covers and squabbling over which mugs to keep and which to stash into storage.

He doesn’t even remember when it started, or how. With a pan, maybe, because Eddie’s were shit. A toothbrush alongside Eddie’s and Chris’s. A single clean shirt, then a pair of clean pants, because Eddie got sick of Buck stealing his – and after Eddie got shot, a full drawer in Eddie’s wardrobe.

Now, he has his own mug (or is this originally Eddie’s?) and his spot on the couch and – as of three weeks ago – his designated side on the bed.

And when he says, “I have to go home” because it’s late and he hasn’t been to the loft since, feels a strange sense of obligation – mostly because he pays for the place -

Eddie huffs, curls into him on the couch, wrapping an arm around his waist. He looks up at Buck, waits until their eyes meet, and tells him, “You’re home already.”

[crimeronan]

side effect of having my hydroxychloroquine work really well is that i'm forgetting what it felt like to be Really Horrifically Sick. both because of the emotional distance and because of my general memory issues. the memory issues are a LOT worse concerning Times When I Was Horrifically Sick.

so i'm actually pretty grateful to my past self for the amount of time i spent oversharing here. if i scroll back like seven months in my autoimmune tag i can find posts of me essentially going "eh, i'm sleeping for 22 hours a day but i don't really care anymore bc i've accepted i'm gonna die" and "life sux. can't breathe or think or feel my chest but that's constant so i don't wanna go to the ER about it AGAIN" and "docs took 14 vials of blood 4 x-rays several lung images several lung tests and an EKG before i even left the hospital today. even tho they havent gotten my test results back yet" and i'm like god Damn.

I REALLY LIVED LIKE THIS????????