#tender answers

[sugarwarachan]

Hello hello! I love ALL of your MHA stuff! Your fics and hcs for a certain teacher are just on POINT 😩🤌🏻

I have a teeny request.... Domestic fluff for Zawa when?

Ty ty!! I'm not quite sure if this qualifies, but it's so soft. I wanted an excuse to have Aizawa say "ily" a bunch of times and also sort of play into that Jenny Slate quote, "Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?"

aizawa knows he loves you the minute he comes home to you making dinner in his clothes.

it's a mixture of things: the possessive churn in his gut at seeing his shirt barely skim past your ass, the gentle hum of your voice singing alongside the radio—the realization settles over him so easy it's like drawing breath.

you let out a surprised gust of air when his arms tug you against his chest.

"shouta!" you laugh, and it's unbearable almost, how heavenly he finds this moment to be. he absorbs your smile with a kiss. "what's gotten into you?"

he's not the most affectionate man. he tries to show his love for you through his actions, but aizawa wonders now if distrusting his ability to put his feelings into words is more cowardice than strategy.

to love you is to potentially lose you. he's known that from the beginning. the possibility exists that one day you might not be here in his arms, wearing his Present Mic shirt that you tease him mercilessly over and looking at him like he's capable of offering you the moon rather than the actual exhausted life of a pro-hero.

"i love you," he blurts out, and your eyes soften with such overwhelming affection he suddenly can't stop saying it. "i love you," he repeats against your neck, tracing his thumb over the red mark he sucked into the skin that morning. "i love you," a hoarse rasp as he reclaims your lips.

he has to accept what he can't control, and the loss of you is one. he can only control something as simple and beautiful as this, peppering his love onto your blushing cheeks as you put on the tea.

[half1spin]

we get silly here. i dont know the context for this picture but you can invent it 🙂

[sluttywonwoo]

i think junhui would look so pretty all fucked out and covered in hickeys

HE WOULD

“do you need a break?”

your boyfriend shakes his head, breathless but grinning. he’s covered in a sheen of sweat, he can barely keep his eyes open, and when he speaks his voice comes out hoarse and shaky.

“i want more.”

if the pretty boy wants more, more is what he’ll get.

you take another moment to admire jun in this state… his bangs are pressed to his forehead, slick with perspiration, the rest of his hair a mess on the mattress beneath him. fresh scratches and hickeys are blooming all over his neck and chest, impossible to hide… you really did a number on him.

this time, you take it slow. you kiss the marks you’d left behind instead of making new ones, making your way down his body like you’re connecting the stars of a constellation.

jun moans softly. his hand moves about the sheets in search of yours. you give it to him and let him squeeze as hard as he needs to in order to ground himself.

when you take him in your mouth again, your name falls from his lips like a prayer, whispered into the space between you.

he squeezes your hand harder as you sink all the way down, letting him hit the back of your throat. you’re not in a rush to make him cum again, you just want him to enjoy this, to allow himself to succumb to the pleasure.

“wait, baby,” he says suddenly, fingers untwining from yours.

“what is it?”

“will you ride me?” he asks shyly. “want you to feel good too.”

“but-”

“please? i need to feel you cumming around me, need to fill you up— god, please…”

you sigh and climb on top of him. whatever the pretty boy wants.

[papenathys]

Hey Mimi do you have any recommendations for books set in Latin America (any genre) ?

So I am going to assume that you are not asking for picks like Gabriel Garcia Marquez or Isabel Allende. Most of the Latinx authors I read are unfortunately fantasy or genre fiction set in the USA (I'm trying to remember if Tehlor Kay Mejia or Anna-Marie McLemore wrote a book that is explicitly set in a Latin American country.)

Here are a couple of books I enjoyed, or at least feel confident recommending based on what I remember:

Certain Dark Things by Silvia Moreno-Garcia (adult, urban fantasy, horror): Described by the author as a "violent neo-noir", this story is set in an alternate, gritty Mexico City, and follows a Tlāhuihpochtli vampire who strikes a bond with an impoverished street kid, while fleeing from narco-vampire clans, criminal gangs, and other dangers lurking in the dark underbelly of the city.

Gods of Jade and Shadow by Silvia Moreno-Garcia (adult, historical fiction, fantasy): In 1920s Mexico, a young woman accidentally frees the spirit of the Mayan God of Death, and embarks on a cross-country mission with him: from the dazzling Jazz Age opulence of Mexico City, into the darkness of the Mayan underworld– where she must face great dangers to reinstate the God on his rightful throne.

Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia** (adult, historical fiction, horror): A glamorous, fun-loving socialite in 1950s Mexico receives a disturbing letter from her married cousin, prompting her to travel down to their ancestral mansion, where the in-laws' live. There, on that ancient, colonial estate, she begins to be haunted by an equally ancient evil, and soon realises something is terribly wrong about the family her cousin has married into.

Tender is The Flesh by Agustina Bazterrica** (adult, dystopia, horror): In a near-dystopian future, an infectious virus turns all animal meat poisonous and unfit for consumption, forcing governments to legalize the factory-farming, breeding and eating of human meat. At one such processing plant, a worker is faced with a moral dilemma when he is gifted a "live" specimen.

Elena Knows by Claudia Piñeiro (adult, psychological thriller): Set in Argentina, this is a claustrophobic, uneasy novella about a mother's journey to uncover the truth behind the hushed-up murder of her dead daughter; the investigative mission, however, is made difficult by her advanced locomotive disability and age, as well as by this slowly unfurling realization: that she may not have known her daughter as truly as she thought.

And a couple I have not read/read and did not enjoy at all, but would recommend because my opinion seems to be in the minority:

Jawbone by Mónica Ojeda** (adult, horror, thriller, LGBTQ): A group of wealthy teenage girls attending an elite academy in Ecuador begin to convene regularly in an abandoned building, after school hours– but what started out as a place to exchange ghost stories, soon devolves into a site of dangerous thrill-seeking and dark, bloody rituals. (Note: I absolutely despised it, but you may enjoy; it's sapphic dark academia with cosmic horror and yellowjackets vibes).

Our Share of Night by Mariana Enríquez (adult, horror, historical fiction, fantasy): Set partially during the years of Argentina's brutal military dictatorship, this novel follows a father and son on a road trip, trying to escape a death cult, who have committed unspeakable atrocities. I have not read this gigantic tome, but I really want to, I am a sucker for horror rooted in political/historical allegories.

Cantoras by Carolina De Robertis (adult, historical fiction, LGBTQ): In 1977 Uruguay, a time when oppressive militia rule criminalized homosexuality as a dangerous transgression, five queer women discover an uninhabited cape, and claim the coastal sanctuary for themselves. Over years, it becomes their one safe haven, to be their true selves. Not read this, but it sounds strikingly similar to Last Summer at Bluefish Cove, one of my favourite queer stories of all time.

[ Note: All the stories are adult and given my inclination towards horror and psychological fiction, they are likely to be dealing with sensitive issues, but for the stories marked ** I very highly recommend checking trigger warnings ]

[sambrosiac]

once again thinking about samdean cockwarming

[arahir]

mixed feelings about ppl buying chicks for the first time this season because of egg prices. on the one hand, yay chickens! i'm sure many will find lovely homes! on the other, everyone is about to get really well acquainted with the epic highs and lows of animal husbandry

[k-wame]

Emerald Fennel Writer/Director of 'Saltburn' Breaks Down the Arrival Scene from 'Saltburn' for Vanity Fair Magazine via Youtube

[canisalbus]

This is kind of an odd thing, but your art made me realized that I wasn't aromantic. I've never had a bunch of romantic inclinations and assumed it just wasn't for me, but your art made me realized that it's definitely more complicated than just an across-the-board disinterest in romance!

That's nice to hear, I'm happy for you!

I'm not an expert but to my understanding it's also entirely possible to be aromantic and interested in romantic themes, while rarely experiencing romantic attraction in practice, or something like that. The lines are sort of blurry and I guess in the end it comes down to what labels one feels most comfortable using.

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Do you think Roman and Logan would wash each other's hair?

Y E S Y E S Y E S 👀👀👀👀👀👀!!!!

[katerinaaqu]

What kind of tender words that are used between friends in greek myths? I am genuinely interested at how tender they could be that people saw it as romantical?

Hmm there is plenty since the ancient Greek writing was supposed to be emotional in the first place. I analyze some of it to my post about Achilles and Patroclus;

OK your question is very good to be reminded of of course and have them gathered around once more. So here are some examples;

Words that come from the ancient word φιλέω-ώ (filèo or filò). The verb means "to love" but the word of love here can be used in various contexts including friendly love or family love or even romantic. An example of course from the Iliad and Achilles:

But what pleasure/happiness is left of me when my beloved companion is lost?

(Translation by me)

In the passage Achilles is using the term φίλος (fìlos) which here means "beloved" or "dear" and goes along with the term that stands for "companion" (which be analyzed further down). The same word is used for any type of tender relationship (with friends family partner or even country and land). In fact the term φίλος is used for example in Aeschylus to signify the tender companionship between Orestes and Pylades which doesn't present such passionate scenes between the characters to indicate relationship also we see characters like Menelaus using it for Odysseus again without sexual or romantic implications or from Thetis to her son. But obviously in the passage of Achilles it is much more passionate. And in this context is also used to the full degree φίλτατος aka "the most beloved". Here's an example from Eurypedes's "Orestes"

This one is the most beloved (here: to me) among the mortals

(Translation by me)

Throughout the play Orestes and Pylades have an amazing bond of companionship and friendship. This is the passage of Orestes describing what Pylades is to him. Between them though there isn't the same intensity or passion that one could place between Achilles and Patroclus so the nature of their relationship seems to be what it seems: tender and close friendship. And of course partnership.

And speaking of which the second word in this passage is:

The word ἑταῖρος (etèros) which stands for "comrade" or "companion". As a word is used to all kind of contexts from a friendly relationship to partners in the army or war or in a trip. For example one of the most famous examples of someone using that word is no other than Odysseus himself to refer to his crew:

And I immediately rushed back to my swift ship where I found my comrades grieving severely

(Teanslation by me)

So the word itself is resembling in both use and meaning of the word "another" it was also often translated as "your significant other" which is why also one translates the word as "partner" on occasion and used for husband and wife but obviously that is not the way Odysseus uses it vs Achilles using it of course to the passage I initially quote.

The phrase κεχαρισμένος/η θυμῷ (keharismènos/I thymò) which means "dear to my heart". The phrase is used in various contexts that seem to be interpreted as lovers but also used between characters such as Telemachus and Nestor's son Peisistratus (who also reside to the same room and bed thus leading many interpret their relationship as romantic or of sexual nature) or even as known in the Iliad Briseis uses the same phrase to Patroclus seen from my analysis above.

The phrase though is being used in various of contexts where we hardly assume any friendship yet alone romance (see my funny post where Agamemnon uses that phrase to refer to Diomedes)

So as you see in this context reminds me of good old comedies when men were addressing each other as "hi honey!" Or "certainly, darling" in one way so it is more like a phrase to point towards companionship in that context rather than any sort of fully lovey phrase. The phrase though has been used equally by characters like Telemachus with Nestor's son Peisistratus with whom they share a room and apparently is indicated they share a bed. It is unclear if that indicates that they have some relationship apart from the natural closeness between two people of the same age. Although many readers indicate the passage where they sleep together in the same bed as sexual might as well be the same as...any sleepover young people might have. But as I mention to the example of Agamemnon, the phrase is not necessarily used in a sexual or romantic manner.

"Same as my own head/as my own life". This phrase is used for devotion and expression of outpost love aka that you love someone equally to your own life. As a phrase it was linked with various of characters with of course the most prominent one being Achilles:

The one I valued most of all of my companions, equal to my own life!

(Translation by me)

Achilles uses the phrase I highlight with word ἶσον -> equal and ἐμῇ κεφαλῇ -> my own head (aka "my own life"). The phrase is used in a different manner and a different word in the Greek tragedy "Antigone" where the heroine is opening the play with a very passionate and tender speech towards her sister:

Oh my most beloved sister Ismene

(Translation by me)

Here the word κάρα which means "head" or "heart" depending on the translation is used with the same principle only this time to express deep sisterly affection rather than the talk between lovers.

So here are some examples that are being used both for relationships that are interpreted as romantic and some platonic examples (either friendship or family). I will be happy to elaborate further on some extra examples in comments or reblogs if needed but this is a small sample.

Hope it helps 🙏 🙂 ☺️

[tenderfxck]

do you like call of duty?

i don't play the games, but i am a big fan of the art i keep seeing of all these big-tittied cod men on twitter tho

if your asking whether i'll write it, probably not :/ i don't know enough about it to make something suitable i don't think

[adm-starblitzsteel-4305]

“Godzilla usually cuddles her every time, inhaling her lovely scent.”

He’s so real for that

"You've got to be kidding me, aren't you Goji?" The Queen asked, her voice muffled by her fluffy fur.

Of course, why would it be? Thought Godzilla, his face squashed on her delicate fur, the loveliest scent of rare flowers are addicted, for a King to his Queen.

Both were tired dealing with almost a month of checking the humans and Titans. So much that the King of the Monsters yearned her scent. When the two finally met each other, they settled down on a huge cozy cave.

That didn't wipe his goofy smile upon landing his golden orange eyes at Mothra's lovely sapphire blue ones.

Something that he really, really meant to cuddle her for a long time.

The King bring his tongue out to lick her fur, nipping it tenderly. She squirmed a bit, almost feared if he squished the moth too much, but he was a gentle King.

"Feeling better?" Godzilla asked, earning a nod to Mothra.

Adjusting one more time of their position, the moth finally fall asleep.

He took one last inhale of her scent, feeling his mind become lightheaded, dreaming of their never ending love and loyatly to one another...

"Good night, My Queen."

[dragqueenstarscream]

https://www.tumblr.com/dragqueenstarscream/772151238742671360/httpswwwinstagramcomreeldd6uwftzmddigsh-ag?source=share

I'm sorry, that was me, but Tumblr was acting up

Starscream with reader bc he trusts them,

Sorry for scaring you:(((

oh no no no it's ok! /srs i was just really confused (and honestly amused when i saw what it was lmao, just a birb)

i could definitely see him doing that though. maybe he gets some shrapnel stuck in his wings, maybe his joints are all gunked up, or maybe his finish needs a good shine. either way, he turns to you because like hell he's gonna walk around feeling like garbage.

he comes to see you in your berth, and when you see him, you know exactly what to do. you get to work on him once he gives the ok, and before long, starscream's groaning and letting his mouth hang open, his optics rolling back. his whole body's putty in your hands. he almost looks like he's about to fall asleep by the end of it!

it's a side of him that not many get to see, but he trusts you, so you have the privilege of taking care of him once he comes back from the battlefield. he deserves the chance to relax, anyway, and he's happy that you can help him with that.

[siginari]

I really need to read ingame books more.

Oscar's wife was involved with Gortash in the past? (apparently it wasn't oscars wife)

And the way she describes him... I think she used to write fanfiction.

[maaxverstappen]

feel free to ignore this if it’s not what you’re after but in honour of your new chirlie status, maybe some touch starved choscar? as a prompt? <3

i would absolutely love to ring in my new chirlie status with some choscar!!

i fear i went a little tame and platonic with the prompt, but any more and it would’ve turned into a full plotted fic I’m afraid.

“Charles, hi,” Oscar stutters out a little shocked when he sees him enter the quaint little bakery.

Charles pushes his dark black sunglasses off his nose whilst he peers right at Oscar, before removing them all together with a warm, open expression.

“Oscar!” Charles beams. “What are you doing here?”

Oscar holds up the paper bag filled containing a banging chocolate croissant. “Just getting some breakfast, mate,” Oscar answers, a little confused to be stating the obvious.

Charles laughs and touches Oscar’s upper arm. It’s fleeting, barely even a whisper of contact made between Charles’ warm hand and Oscar’s tense arm, but it lights up every nerve in Oscar’s body. A million little zaps from the detonation site all down his body.

A shiver escapes him, too late to pull it back.

“I see that,” Charles says, having missed the odyssee that took over Oscar for one split second. “In Monaco, I mean. Visiting Lando?”

“Ah no, moved here a few months back. ‘S a rite of passage, eh?” Oscar smiles sheepishly.

The queue in front of Charles has dissipated, it’s just one younger girl in front of him. Oscar hopes she doesn’t know who they are.

“Guess it is, mate. Let me know if you need any tips, yes?” Charles says, patting Oscar’s shoulder to step past him, towards the cashier.

“Yeah, no, sure,” Oscar stutters after him, conversation clearly over. He stands there a second longer before the bell above the bakery’s door jingles and snaps him out of it.

*

It happens again a few weeks later.

Oscar’s been in the game long enough to be comfortable with all the bells and whistles of the weekend. Knows what to say in interviews, what part of the truck to occupy, and who to stand next to. But a badly timed unlaced shoe means he’s last on the truck for the driver’s parade, and the road to safety looks treacherous.

Just as he’s contemplating how to get past Max and towards the front of the truck without getting sucked into a conversation, the vehicle starts moving and Oscar stumbles—right into Charles.

Oscar makes a startled noise as he steadies himself, helped by Charles grabbing him by both of his arms this time to help him up.

The trip is almost enough for the touch to pass him by unbeknownst to him. Almost, that is.

It’s like in the bakery. He’s wearing a jacket, but it doesn’t do anything to hide the feeling of Charles touching him, gripping him like Oscar’s life depends on it. Which, in all fairness, is not a bad assessment given the fact they’re on a moving truck going around a hairpin.

“You alright?” Charles asks once Oscar has found his feet. He’s still holding onto Oscar.

Oscar swallows around the feeling and gives Charles a weak smile. “Yeah, thanks, mate. Could’ve broken my arm or something.”

Charles drops one hand but keeps the other on Oscar, moving it up towards his shoulder.

He drives around in death traps, for heavens sake, and Charles touching him is what gets him feeling like this; like his nervous system is both regulated and deregulated all at once. It’s calming and makes him feel at ease, but it’s also causing his heart to race and a flush to rise to his cheeks.

“Well,” Charles laughs, “we wouldn’t want that, would we?” He squeezes Oscar’s shoulder as he says it, and Oscar laughs with him, if only to hide the whine that’s threatening to escape.

[sirazaroff]

How do you think Velvet flirts with Coco?

This is one of the funniest asks I ever got and im glad cause this is just gold. Like how does the Bun™️ woo her stupid bozo??
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I have my biased takes on what Coco and Velvet are like as characters, but to start off I wanna focus on what Vel brings to the table.

I think a lot of people have moe’d her down to a nervous/scaredy bunny girl and…that’s not her at all. She’s a real multilayered character who can and will kick your ass flat. She’s also…

- very very attentive to people

- excellent at memorizing things she sees and hears, and quickly at that

- very emotionally in tune with people, herself included

- insanely kind and helpful

- honest about her feelings and will voice her thoughts when ready

Also she’s a bunny like come on. Is baby. It’s impossible to not find her likable.

I can go on forever, but I think these are enough likable traits to work with.


Time to shift. Now we focus on what I think Coco likes in a person:

- Hot girls

- Complexity

- Someone true to their nature

- Some sense of honor

- Someone striving to learn and to better themselves

Hopefully it’s not lost here, but there’s some compatibility don’t you think? Velvet’s got some of those traits that Coco likes.

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So where’s the flirting? It’s coming I swear, I just needed the background info to help support the answers.

Bun bun flirts two ways: intentionally and unintentionally. The latter is usually what’s happening most often.

Her intentional flirting is what you would expect. Some cheeky words, being a playful tease in her actions like when she flashed her camera in After the Fall. I think she would 1000% take advantage of her physique and incredibly vast skillsets. She is totally totally showing off during training and sparring. Coco might hide her gaze under her glasses but that dumb bitch is so easy. So so easy…

Now her unintentional flirting is basically that Velvet is just doing her thing. She’s comfortable and loved by her team. With them she’s able to be herself and have fun, and that’s what coco loves most. Seeing Velvet thrive and not feel like she has to hide herself away from the world, and with it comes moments and actions that make Coco, much to her surprise, fall for Velvet.

I guess simply put, Velvet flirts by being her cheeky self around Coco, and her leader falls for her every time.