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[misterier]

Can you write a scenario about (TOS) Kirk confessing to his gn crush?

| yes fs sorry this took forever (it might be a lil ooc bc this is my first time writing for them so I'm sorry if I mess up broski🛐) this is short asf I'm so sorry I'm rushing tbh, this has been in my drafts for months

also hope you don't mind the use of Y/n, bc I prefer third person 💀

HIS LIL LIPBITE AND HUM BRO HES SO ############!!

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Oh, he was losing it, normally he was great and flirting and dating person to person, but them? Y/n? He's a mess, he can bearly function unless he's working. If he's alone he's overthinking, losing horribly at chess and everyone who's close to him is concerned, they think he's sick or something. They'd been friends for years, it was odd seeing him such a nervous wreck around them.

After a while of him becoming more of a mess every time Y/ns is around, McCoy catch's on pretty easy then pulls Jim away.

"You've gotta tell them." "But-" "No buts, your head over heels for 'em, and it's making you stupid. Now tell them. Doctor's orders."

He caves.

It takes him about a week of planning to finally find time within both of their schedules to be able to ask. And when he does he's sort of confident again, prepping himself in their mirror and doing some excited jumps while he recites the lines he probably won't use.

Once he goes down to Y/ns quarters he thinks it's a bad idea and was ready to walk away but it was too late as he'd already knocked.

"Come in."

He's forgotten all of his lines by the time he gets up the courage to walk into their quarters. "Oh hey, Jim did you need something?" "No, nothing." He sees the way they smile and then nod and he feels his heart flutter, he's told himself it was wrong to fall for his crew or anyone for that matter, he was the captain, but god, how could he resist someone so amazing—"Did you want something then or did you just wanna stand around?" They asked in a joking tone as if they'd realized he'd spaced out.

His eyes widened and he shook his head, trying to compose himself. "No, no I was wondering if you'd like dinner—with me. Dinner with me. Like to have dinner with me. The two of us—alone."

Wow, yeah, really smooth, Jim.

He wants to bang his head against the wall. And knock himself out, that was the least smooth his been since he was in the academy.

But Y/n at least didn't seem to mind, they just smiled brightly and nodded, it almost looked shy- he'd assumed they felt pressured so he freaked out again.

"You don't have to, you can say no. I was just offering, we both have time and—" "No it's fine. It sounds wonderful. When should I be there?"

Oh.

…

He hadn't expected them to say yes.

Sure he'd planned it out perfectly but he'd honestly thought they'd say no.

"We can go now if you'd like..?" He said hesitantly, biting his bottom lip and watching them for any signs of being uncomfortable around him.

"Jim were still in our uniforms-" "It's alright with me, I don't mind, you always look wonderful.. Do you mind?"

Everything paused, he hadn't really meant to say that out loud and they both blushed harshly.

"Alright then, it's fine. I'll go." They whispered softly, their face adoring and full of love.

Y/n then nodded and held out their arm with a nervous smile. Jim noticed quickly and locked their arms together, smiling brightly himself. They seemed to feel his sudden boost in confidence and it gave them a surge of hope, maybe this would work out..

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Fiddauthor divorce arc speedrun <3

After 30 years of searching for his lost brother through demonic rituals and summonings, Ford has become a bit of a notorious demon collector over the years. He's made a LOT of deals with MANY different demons over the years; from minor and harmless little entities to big and powerful overlords. Most of the time, these deals aren't really a one-way situation, so a lot of demons have a strong grip on him just as much as he does on them. It often ends up being a mutual sort of destruction, as in: "I know I'm but a mere mortal trifling with things I couldn't begin to fathom, and I know you will destroy me eventually; but I don't care as long as I get to destroy you too." He just needs to live long enough to find his brother.

The red hands are essentially pieces of himself (his soul, you could say??) that he wields as his method of restraint to the demons he has "tamed" so far. They act as a leash to contain each demons' powers, and he can loosen or tighten his hold on them as much as he wants. The number of hands required to contain a demon really depends on their individual strengths, but 3-4 hands are already very energy consuming.

YES, I gave all of his demons stupid names. SUE ME.

[lotus-pear]

the dialogue choices in this game should be more diabolical

[alicornze7]

Silly guys goin' on silly adventures:]

@rorydrawsandwrites's puppeteer au but the only difference is that jax gives consent

My contribution to this wonderful au has been long overdue:')

Rambling in tags ehe (cw: ribbun:p)

Well maybe it's not the only difference

[aru-art]

two-headed calf by laura gilpin

[redundantz]

immortal x mortal problems

[astral-shiro]

let this man keep his beef!!!

[loopnoid]

beej and his motorcycle :-{)

[nyawrler]

hihg rolr

[jackietaylorsghost]

#im just like her fr

YELLOWJACKETS 105. Blood Hive

[pogzhellopart]

Hello EriKar nation

[lost-in-fandoms]

I really loved your angry kitten knight Max AU, and was hoping there was some more you managed to write at all? :)

hello!!! oh i'm so happy you love him! to be honest there's this thing I've been turning around in my head, but it wasn't written. until now i guess.

cw: mentions of blood and injury (does it count like animal injury if it's shifter max? max gets hurt but daniel takes care of him!). This is still soft, but just be careful of that <3 part 1 and part 2 (now with a shiny new tag to collect them all under #kitten knight max au)

Daniel wakes up to the sound of something thumping softly against his door.

It's not loud, but there's something peculiar about it, enough to make his instincts wake him up. For a second, he lays very still, straining his ears, wondering if he had imagined it, until the sound comes again. A soft thump, then something that is almost scratching, then another thump.

Daniel gets up quietly, grabbing the hunting knife he keeps hanging next to his cloak, approaching the door. The sound starts again, no real pattern to it.

Daniel steadies his hand and then opens the door.

For a second, he thinks nothing is there. The dark corridor of the barracks is empty, the flickering light of the lantern near the stairs throwing long shivery shadows that don't quite reach his door, but before he has to wonder if he is dreaming after all, a soft huff makes him look down.

Near his feet there is a small kitten, looking up at him with bright blue eyes.

Daniel lets the hand holding the knife drop as he feels himself smile.

"Hi, baby," he whispers, not even annoyed at being woken up anymore.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, starting to crouch down. It's unusual for Max to be wandering around here in his other form, especially when it's the middle of the night and he is not on watch, at least to Daniel's knowledge, but it's not an unwanted surprise. Maybe Max just wanted cuddles, something he still hesitant to ask for in his human form.

And then he is on one knee, his eyes now used to the dim lighting, and he realises two things.

One, Max is not standing up, and two, there's blood on the floor.

"Shit, Maxy, are you hurt?" Daniel's heart is suddenly beating much faster as he abandons his knife on the floor and reaches for Max, fingers hovering over him without knowing where it would be safe to touch.

He's never seen Max hurt in his cat form before. He's seen Max bleed, he's seen Max dirty and bruised, he's seen Max with a bandaged sprained wrist, but it's different when he's like this. It's different when he looks like a baby kitten, not a grown man, and Daniel can't tell how bad it is.

"Can I pick you up?" he asks, wanting to take him inside, wanting to keep him safe, wanting to fix, fix, fix. His breath keeps getting caught in his chest.

Max blinks at him, his eyes not fully opening again, nodding his little head, and Daniel scoops him up carefully, trying to not jostle him too much. Max still lets out a thin, pained hiss, and Daniel shushes him softly, apologizing as he grabs his knife, takes him inside and finally closes the door.

He grabs his cloak from where it's hanging, placing it on his small desk and putting Max down on top of it, rushing to turn his oil lamp on, eager to assess the damage.

When he turns back around, Max is snuggling into the folds of the cloak, eyes closed, one of his front paws kneading the fabric already, self-soothing.

With the light now on, Daniel can see how he's holding his other front paw awkwardly, leaning towards his other side. He doesn't know how to approach this. A wounded person he knows how to help, but this? He doesn't know anything about cats, other than what he's learned from Max, which seems like not much at all at the moment.

"Can you shift back?" he asks, knowing it's a stupid question right away. If Max could turn back, he would probably have done so already, instead of having to scratch at his door to be let in.

Max opens one eye again, glaring at him. Fair enough.

"Is it your...paw?" He doesn't know if it's rude to call it a paw. Should he still be calling it an arm? His knowledge of everything Max feels suddenly very unsatisfactory, something he is not used to.

Max meows slightly, just a tiny little sound, then moves to expose his belly.

There, under the fur matted with blood, Daniel can see a long scratch, extending almost for the whole length of his right side.

"Shit, Maxy," Daniel hisses, coming closer again. "did this happen in your human form?"

He doesn't know if it matters, but a cut like that doesn't look accidental, and he can't imagine how a kitten would have been able to get it. Max nods at him, then closes his eyes again.

"Okay." Daniel takes a deep breath, then another.

Sure, Max is a cat now, but it can't be that different from helping a human, right?

"I'm going to clean it, now, alright?"

Max doesn't respond, but he stays where he is, pink nose buried in Daniel's cloak and cut exposed, so Daniel takes that as permission enough.

In the end, it's not as bad as it seemed. It's a long cut, but it's not deep, and it's already stopped bleeding for the most part. It turns out to be lucky too that Max is so tiny, because Daniel has a very limited amount of bandages in his room, and he doesn't feel like going to find more. As it is though, they're just enough to safely wrap the wound up after applying some salve on it. Max keeps still and quiet the whole time, as stoic as a kitten as he would have been as a human, something so incredibly Max about his scrunched up face that it almost makes Daniel tear up.

"There you go, baby, is it better?" he asks when he's done, washing his hands in his little basin. His cloak is ruined, but he doesn't care about that, not when Max looks much more relaxed, tired eyes struggling to open again to look at him. He's been chewing on Daniel's cloak since the moment Daniel had started cleaning him, a mix of self-soothing and pain relief, but he lets it go now to meow at him, a yes and a thank you mixed in one.

"Can I do anything else to help?" Now that he's not using his hands anymore, Daniel feels uncertain again, feels like anything he's doing is insufficient. He wants to know how this happened, wants to know who did it, but knows it would be useless to ask when Max can't speak.

Max doesn't answer, but instead tries to push himself to a standing position, because he's obviously a screaming maniac even when he's a kitten.

"Fuck, don't do that!" Daniel exclaims, probably too loud for the middle of the night, reaching forward to scoop Max up before he can hurt himself further.

"You are insane, I just finished fixing you up!" he scolds.

His irritation doesn't last two seconds though, as Max pushes into his chest, purring weakly.

Sometimes it hits Daniel like a punch, how much he loves him.

"Fine, you're cute," he grumbles, knowing the term will make Max hiss at him, which he does, albeit half-heartedly. "Sleep?"

In bed, he helps Max to his usual position, curled up next to his collarbone, trying to be mindful of his hurt side, petting the soft fur between his ears with one finger.

"You scared me," he whispers in the newfound darkness. Max's purring pauses for a moment as he pushes his nose harder against Daniel's neck in apology, before resuming with even more vigor.

I love you, Daniel thinks, not wanting to say it loud when Max can't say it back.

He hopes Max will be able to turn back after he's rested, even if they'll have to figure out the bandages situation again then, otherwise it will be hard to explain the absence of the Captain without exposing his secret. He hopes Max will feel better in the morning, his blue eyes not quite as hazy. He hopes he did the correct things, helped him right.

He feels the moment Max falls asleep, his purring petering out, his little body going lax, and he moves his head slightly to press his cheek against warm fur.

He stays awake for the rest of the night, counting Max's steady breaths.

[sprimps]

they're thinking about very different things

[ghostgirl-ward]

two become one

[torahtot]

you can always tell when someone doesn't have maga men in their life and god it makes me angry.. "if you're nice and compassionate you can be the one woman that makes them realize women aren't mean!" my mom bent over backwards for my dad for 25 fucking years he has plenty of other women kissing his ass and it never changed anything. do you really think that before being radicalized they never knew a single kind woman? they were never friends with a nice girl? alt-right men's problem with women isn't just that they've experienced too many mean women and they need to be shown that women can be nice, it's that they think women are inferior and don't deserve rights and don't understand anything so you can do what you want with them. and it takes a lot more than being nice to show someone that you aren't inferior. this isn't a case of being nice even when it's hard for the sake of deradicalization, it's about spending every fucking interaction with someone trying to get them to see you as a human being with value and a functioning intellect while they just laugh and show you that's never going to happen.

i cannot stress this enough: random women are not just going out and Being Mean to men. ur average guy interacts with plenty of women throughout his life- close women amongst their friends and family, casual interactions etc. most people don't start out being shunned by women, they start out being treated as NORMAL. & when they show their disrespect in normal society, it isn't tolerated, but when they go to alt-right spaces (which they're pushed towards online) they're told they're allowed to be as horrible as they want with no consequences because they're entitled to everything. it isn't "women aren't welcoming and the alt-right is so friendly so i'll become alt-right," it's "women don't let me disrespect them and the alt-right tells me fuck them, do whatever you want, you're entitled to it all" and why would you choose the group where you have to be a normal accountable person when there's a group that will reward you for being a shithead who gives no fucks?

the alt-right can afford to be more friendly and welcoming because they can allow bigotry. this can't work the same way for progressive spaces because we can be as kind & welcoming as possible but at the end of the day we have lines where we have to say "this behavior/speech isn't allowed in this space," and for certain people, that just can't win against a space where you can be as nasty as you want. these posts always end with a disclaimer saying "of course being kind doesnt mean you need to tolerate their bigotries" but what they don't realize and what drives me crazy is that women not tolerating bigotry IS the "women are mean" that radicalized them in the first place. they perceive you pushing back on any bigotry or bullshit as you being a meanie and treating them like they're ontologically evil. the 'kindness' they need to be deradicalized is you letting them walk all over you.

idk what the answer is to deradicalizing them and im sure relationships are part of it but you can be as kind as you want and all it will do is destroy you ime. i cant stand to see people (who have never even successfully deradicalized any man by being nice btw they always speak in hypotheticals and not from experience) double down on telling women to do things that will see no results and only hurt them, especially when any woman who has tried can tell you exactly how it went

[skywarpshydroflask]

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