#write🖍️

[hajunsfather]

Beating whumpee until he turned into a bloody plop then have he clean up his own blood.

Whumpee struggles to rise, his battered body trembling with exhaustion and pain.

He can feel the ache in every muscle, the sting of bruises and welts covering his skin. But he knows better than to disobey, to even hesitate.

Slowly, painfully, he begins to crawl across the filthy floor, his trembling hands grasping for any rags or cloth to clean up the mess. As he moves, he can feel whumper's eyes on him, the weight of whumper's gaze a constant reminder of his place, his purpose.

[thenamesapollo]

APOLLO!!!!!! DROP AN INFODUMP ABOUT YOUR NIGHTMARE....AND MY LIFE,,.,,IS YOURS...,..

OKAY ummm um um fucking um!!!

nightmare's one and only dream was to become an actor!

or at least, become whatever that mettaton guy is, cuz that guy always seems on top!!

he wants to be someone famous on tv!! someone everyone knows and watches (and that gets a lot of money)!!

he really wants to be on tv. in fact, 'tv' consumes almost his every thought, sometimes he acts like he genuinely believes he's being broadcasted when there's no cameras around.

and also, he actually did achieve his dream! ...sorta. it was such an awful experience that he doesn't want to be part of a set ever again........

he was treated so badly on set that in a sort of 'payback' response, he started seeing everything as a giant set and him as it's star.

(his castle having a giant star at it's top wasn't just for show.. hihi..)

being 'on the top' is all that matters to him, more than money, more than people. and he's willing to destroy life long friendships, a whole ass marriage, but also himself to get there.

fun factoid for u : nightmare has three exes that hate him ₍⁠₍⁠ ⁠◝⁠(⁠　ﾟ⁠∀⁠ ﾟ⁠ ⁠)⁠◟⁠ ⁠⁾⁠⁾

[dompler]

if you use the term "trauma sue" about ANY character you owe every person with PTSD 8 billion dollars and a handwritten apology and i fucking mean that.

like, I'm sorry you can't imagine living through the bare minimum of abuse in a fictional setting. it must be fucking grand being you.

people in real life experience 10x worse non-fictional trauma than most of the worst "trauma sue" characters and people often see themselves in characters that experience their same (or similar) traumas and hardships! Shocking, i know!

ableism is horrifically normalized towards trauma survivors, especially in creative and fandom spaces, and we need to fucking address this instead of mocking the trauma survivors for writing characters that reflect themselves

[noell0]

traveling back home so i decided it'd be fun to infodump about this au idea i had back during the break

while talking with a friend i randomly got the image of luciano with a child. THING IS, he'd never have a kid (especially not a biological one and especially NOT in the og universe)... but flavio could

i'll just go ahead and say flavio's vibes are not for me, i lay my eyes on him and i instantly wanna throw hands, but he sure as hell can be an interesting character in stories. sooo, i thought, though luciano would never have a kid, flavio could. a kid that he most likely didn't want (the result of an one-night stand, something along those lines), and then when told about the kid he'd dump it onto luciano ("your problem now, bye")

so, from that thought, i thought of this human au where luciano is a fresh out of college freelancer who's just starting to figure out what he wants out of life, and just when he thinks he can do that, he's left with a literal baby at his doorstep, and no explanation whatsoever as to what, where, how, or why

upon investigating this further he finds out the kid was abandoned by flavio, and the kid's mother is nowhere to be found, no matter how hard he tried to find any remnants of her existence. the kid is left to his care, either that or he's given up for adoption.

that's the main lore of this universe, as far as the past of the characters is concerned. in the present, approximately 5 years later, luciano's found himself working on his family's restaurant (said family being his grandfather, because i really wanted an excuse to write about him, and it seems the time has come) and having managed to build a relatively stable home for a now 5 year old elio (the boy), who actually thinks luciano is his biological father

pretty lighthearted stuff

it's also a 2p gerita story, but that part's not nearly as developed as the lore of the vargas fam

[chizue-witchery]

i got a lil silly :P

[beeholyshit]

THANKS FOR REMINDING ME I MADE THIS

[burning-sol]

shitty drawing but just imagine blorbo... imagine.........

[6okuto]

KACHOW!! @lees-chaotic-brain and samu ^____^

[textbookz-n-sketchbookz]

Textbooks and Sketchbooks - CHAPTER ONE

Awsome Sauce Chapter Recap: Marly goes to her secret spot, falls, and excitedly yells at a random person she sees (extra cool).

Word Count: 3048

Warnings: None!

The grace of a school holiday settled upon Piltover’s Academy, students and staff free for a day to do as they please. While the young scholars socialized and caught up with friends, lounged in their homes, or met up with family, a young artist roamed the streets. Colorful as can be, Marly could be seen walking around. She still had her purse, notebooks, and stoplight red water bottle on her, as usual. Tilting her head as she looked around, the city of Piltover was busy as ever. All around there were merchants selling trinkets and items, elites gossiping as they trotted along, and the citizens of the city living at their finest. 

Glancing at all the people, she quickly jogged away from the mainland, away from all the noise and busy crowded areas. As much as the business was fine with her, and as much as she was often as loud as the city itself, it wasn’t what she was looking for today. Marly hummed softly as she moved around the terrain, diverting from the pristine cut grass and evenly painted buildings towards the more untouched, unkempt sides of Piltover. 

Noise and chatter slowly subsided, now Marly’s ears filled with the sound of rushing water. This place was where the citizens of Piltover rarely went. Not because this area of the city was dangerous, simply because it didn’t reflect the perfecality of Piltover. At this point Marly wasn’t even sure if it was considered a part of the city anymore. Geographically, yes it was part of Piltover. But by now, when people say ‘Piltover’, they think of the City of Progress, where art and science come together hand in hand. A place fit for only the most elite, and the brightest of minds. Such an immaculate city wouldn’t see an area so ragged as something fit and worthy to claim. After all, it was an old, practically abandoned land. Something one finds in a science textbook about how erosion affects the earth, not in a city that’s the pinnacle for progress.

Marly walked along the land, looking over the edge of a rusty staircase. She glanced around, seeing if she had any witnesses. It wouldn’t matter, despite all of Piltover’s laws, there wasn’t one for going into this area. As usual in the areas further away from the big city, there was no one around, everyone being too enthralled with the day to day flawlessness of the main area. She slowly ventured down, one hand holding all her stuff, the other lightly trailing along the handrail. She kept her gaze on her feet, to prevent herself from missing a step, or tripping. Soon she made it down, now standing along what seemed to be a ledge in the middle of an open space. It was too high for her to jump down, and any attempts to climb down were too steep. Water pooled in a small lake at the bottom, though was quite shallow, having dried up over the years. A little stream flowed behind some rocks in the scenery. Once lush plants now wilted, some having turned to thin vines, others having bunches of yellow leaves curled up from lack of care and water. 

The artist often went here for quiet time, a simple escape from the loud city and the stresses that came with it. Sometimes she would draw, other times she would walk around and simply wonder about the part of Piltover that was so different from the main city. She’s drawn this place a couple times, deeming it the only scenery she would be willing to draw on her own time. In her sketchbook, one could find Marly’s studies of the glass windows in the side of the ledge. The glass hadn’t been cleaned in a while, dimmed and damp with time, water leaking from them. She believed the pattern and arrangement of the material to look similar to a geometric skull, perhaps a menacing face or even a mask someone would wear, encased in the circular rim. 

Anything from lazy marker sketches that took Marly twenty minutes, to intricate charcoal pieces, she drew this little area. She’d even find ways to implement it into her personal art and even school projects. The wilted plants appeared in the background as a supporting element to a piece about nature’s toll on human structures. The shallow lake has some sort of creature drinking out of it, for a creative fantasy painting. That window design that looks so much like a mask is turned into an actual mask, for a fake product design project. This simple area that Marly discovered on a whim has become something so substantial in her art journey.

Standing on the start of the suspended ledge, Marly tilted her head. She slowly stepped away from the base of the staircase, walking towards the middle of the area. She could spot what seemed to be a red shed, its door missing and roof chipped and weathered away. This hasn’t caught her attention before. It’s paint was wearing off, whoever used this in the past was definitely long gone, abandoning the small shed. These were similar traits to the couple of smaller huts and sheds behind this one, lost of their use. As she looked around, she compared the buildings on the ledge to those in the distance, of which were a part of the main Piltovan land. The ones with her were obviously older, in fact this whole area seemed older. Compared to the rest of Piltover, this area still retained its natural composition. It was created by a large fissure, rather than carved out by hand like the rest of the city. 

Continuing to make observations, Marly spotted a large wall, fit with three holes. She tilted her head, squinting her eyes slightly. The holes seemed to be drainage openings, the faint speckle of moving machinery behind them. In past years, the wall wasn’t there, and she would be able to see the city behind it, had she known about this spot then. 

Marly came to the conclusion that this abandoned land had been left behind during Piltover’s main industrialization era. It was now its own little bubble, a humble reminder of how the grand city started. She hoped that this lovely area wouldn’t fall to the Piltover ways, and end up caught in a construction project, hammered away to make room for the next big thing the city has to offer. Thankfully, judging by now everyone had seen to have forgotten this place, there was a bigger chance that it would be left safe.

Turning her attention back to the red shed, Marly stared at it, her gaze sharp. She then stuck her hand into her purse, pulling out a pencil case. Opening it, she dug around, carefully not to knock any supplies out. Marly grabbed an old red marker, something she kept on her for the sake of luck and its familiarity. She made her way to the shed, arms flapping slightly as she jogged. Once she reached it, she uncapped the marker, setting it to a barren section, where the paint was gone, and now unmarked wood was left. Marly’s eyes widened slightly when she saw how the color match was almost perfect, her marker being a slight bit too dark and saturated. Though it added a slight charm to the shed, an imperfect human touch, something that Piltover’s buildings often lacked. She continued to work away, coloring like a child over their parent’s walls. She had no reason to do this, Marly just thought it’d be nice to do something, and leave a bit of herself in this place.

Shifting her foot slightly, Marly’s heel caught on a bit of scrap metal sticking out the ground. She stumbled, arms flailing about as she yelped. Clutching her marker tightly in one hand, Marly slowly regained her balance, sticking her arms up as she looked around, slightly fazed and faltered. She glanced around wildly, searching for the cause of her almost tripping. She quickly spotted the metal, and tilted her head. To be sure it was just that, Marly looked up and around some more, making sure this wasn’t the cause of a person. There was no one around, so why would there be? She’s pretty sure she was the only person that bothered visiting this place. Though, as her gaze flitted over the large wall, she paused. 

In the middle drainage hole, there was a figure. Marly couldn’t make out any big details about who it could be. But there was a person! In the same little space she thought no one else visited, there was a person. They seemed to be sitting on the ledge of the hole, the posing of their body suggested that they were looking at her. Marly perked up, and upon closer examination, they seemed to be wearing the Academy uniform. She furrowed her brow and tilted at this, as it was a holiday. Yes, she considered the uniform pretty, but why wear it on a day with no school? Raising her hands to cup the air around her mouth, she decided to speak. 

“Hey!!” Marly called out, closing her eyes as she spoke. When she thought to ‘speak’, she actually meant ‘yell’. Her voice rang out through the area, and Marly was glad that no one would be close enough to hear her. God forbid Marly ever forget how loud she could be. Thankfully for today, it would only be her and this mystery student. 

The continuous whirring of cogs and machinery is interrupted by the rhythmic clank clank clank of Viktor’s cane. He slowly made his way to the edge of the large drainage hole, ducking underneath the swinging mechanisms. Grateful for the holiday, he sat down on the edge of the hole, staring out into the old land. His blank stare stops when a small blur of color comes into view below. Looking down, Viktor tilted his head, amused as he watched the figure.

The girl had come back again, colorful as ever. Viktor watched her saunter throughout the ledge, as he stayed hidden away in the drainage hole. He often came to this area to think, to get away from the stress of the city. Viktor technically wasn’t supposed to even be at the Academy, he snuck in and hasn’t been discovered since. It wasn’t a particularly burdensome thing to do, pretend to be a student, though it didn’t really allow him to pursue what he wanted to be, a scientist and inventor. Specifically to change the world and make it a better place for everyone. But with his current position, he had a feeling he would just have to wait until someone noticed him. 

Turning his attention back to the colorful figure, Viktor knew he had seen the girl before. The first time he spotted her, he had mistaken her for a child that had run away and gotten lost. She was dressed in strikingly bright clothes that looked out of place in comparison to Piltover fashion. Her figure was small, so from far away he assumed she was a kid. Though, seeing her appear on the ledge below in the Academy uniform made him reform his thoughts. She was simply short, conundrum solved. 

It was always the same girl that appeared. Often clumsy in the way she moved sometimes, while other times moving sharply, as if she was a choppy animation. But in general, she moved like a cartoon character, with big gestures, her shoulder length black hair swaying whenever she moved. When she didn’t wear the Academy uniform she wore uniquely bright clothing. When she did wear the uniform, she kept her colorful shoes, and the abundance of accessories on her arms. Viktor couldn’t make out much more of her, since he was so far away whenever he saw her. He noted that she often had things with her. She would sometimes sit down and look around, before glancing down to what seemed to be paper. Perhaps she was some sort of artist? He had never seen her in the Academy before, staying as his unsolved equation for all the one sided encounters he had with her. Viktor had gotten small glimpses of her face when he glanced in his general direction, but never directly at him. They never interacted, she stayed on the far ledge, and Viktor stayed up in the drainage hole, surely he was just specks of color from her perspective. He never watched her for long, usually a few minutes at most. It would be impolite to invade her privacy, but seeing as she also knew this secretive place, Viktor couldn’t help but be curious.

Today, the girl seemed to contemplate things, before approaching the old red shed. She jogged, her bright clothing making her look like a bright beetle, scurrying about. Viktor tilted his head, and moved to sit on the ledge of the hole. She rarely interacted with the land, usually sitting down and observing. He left his cane behind him, leaning it against the wall. The whirring of machinery behind him was the continuous soundtrack whenever he went here. He let his legs dangle off the ledge, watching as she did something to the shed. She was too far away for him to fully know what she was doing, but all he could pick up was that she was heavily focused on it. 

She moved slightly, before stumbling. Viktor assumed that she almost tripped. He leaned forward as he watched her flail around, the falter earning a yelp from her. The yelp earned a raised eyebrow from Viktor, as he’s never heard anything from her up until now. The girl looked around frantically, staring at the floor. She continued to look around, before her gaze fell on him. Viktor paused, looking back. She had never acknowledged him before, or even been aware that he was even there in the distance. He tilted his head, the girl mirroring his action moments later. 

All of Viktor’s thoughts were interrupted as a loud ‘Hey!!’ sounded, and his eyes widened in surprise. For someone so small, she seemed to pack an explosive voice. He flinched slightly, his hand reaching to the wall to steady himself, before attempting to peer closer.

“Don’t fall!” Came the voice of the girl again, noticing his movement. Viktor chuckled softly, he didn’t plan on it. She waved her arms, the soft rattling of her bright bracelets filling the air.

Today had many firsts for them. First time having the girl see him, first time interacting with her, and first time hearing her speak. Viktor hoped that she would come back to this place, while knowing he would be there. She made quite the first impression when interacting with him. Whoever this was, she seemed very open to being friendly.

After watching the mystery student move from her call, Marly yelled out not to fall. She didn’t want to be the reason such a serene place suddenly becomes a crime scene. She had so many questions about this person. Who are they? Why are they up in the drainage hole? How did they even get up there? How do they also know about this place? But for now, she would focus on interacting with them now.

“Hello!” Marly called out. The figure lifted their arm, waving at her. When there was no verbal response, she assumed they were too quiet for her to hear. She waved back, smiling excietly at the figure. She needed some way to remember this. So she quickly grabbed her sketchbook and a mechanical pencil. “Stay still!” She exclaimed. Thankfully listening, the figure stayed still. 

Marly quickly sketched the figure. It was loose, messy, perhaps even ugly. But it provided all she needed to commit them to memory. Closing her sketchbook and looking back up at the figure, she could see the start of a shadow creeping over the wall. It was getting darker outside. Not wanting to get caught up in walking home at night, she promptly cleaned up her stuff, waving her arms. A short encounter, yes, but perhaps the person would come back to this place. If Marly believed that this was a nice, secret place, maybe this mysterious student did, too. If they believed this was a nice place, they would most likely come back, and maybe then they could talk. 

“Bye! See ya soon!” She smiled, waving her arms once more, colorful kandi bright as a friendly siren. She was sometimes blunt with these things, always straight to the point. The figure stood up after she spoke, pausing before they retreated into the background. Marly turned away, grabbing her things. Sure, she never really got a response from the mystery figure, but there was some sort of understanding connection whenever she spoke. A non-verbal response was just as good a response as any, and she was grateful the figure even did respond. Most students from the Academy would have either ignored her, or thought of her as weird. 

Marly mentally jotted down that she would have to visit the spot again. She hoped the figure would still be there, maybe she could find out more about them. Marly made her way back to the main city, eager to make it home. Then she would be able to jot out all her thoughts, and decipher who this new person could be. In all honesty, they weren’t that much of a mystery. It was only the who are you’s and what you are doing here’s that categorized this person anywhere in the unknown. She shouldn’t even care that much, whoever that person was had all the rights to be in the area as she did. 

When school started again tomorrow, Marly would try and find time to figure who the person was. Perhaps she would ask around, see if anyone knew. For now, she would stick to the scribbled drawing she had. Messy marks on a page, her only proof that someone else shared this serene space with her. Holding all her stuff, she glanced back at the drainage hole, an unknown feeling lingering in her chest. This was certainly one of Marly’s stranger encounters with someone from her school, to say the least.

(the secret spot in question ⬆️)

[lowkey-mynx]

about me: 17, she/her, ENTJ, mezclada, overachiever, wants to fix the world

my interests: poetry, spider-verse, PJO, haikyuu, WTNV, fixing the world

current kin: oikawa tooru

[hajunsfather]

content: bestiality, pet whump, noncon

"Looks like you have a new friend, pet."

Whumpee's eyes widen in horror as they takes in the sight of the massive, drooling dog lumbering in behind whumper. Its eyes gleam with a feral, predatory hunger, its muscular bodies straining against its leashes as it fixs its gaze upon them.

"P- please Master," Whumpee stammer, their eyes shaking with fear and revulsion. "Not the dog, anything but the dog."

But even as they pleads, they know it's futile. Whumper never shown them mercy, never granted them a reprieve from the sickening torment they subject them to.

Whumper release the leashes, watching with dark amusement as the beast descend upon whumpee, its rough tongues lapping at their skin, its heavy body pinning them to the ground.

Whumpee's face contorts in a mixture of disgust and despair as the dog begin to sniff at his most intimate areas. When the beast lick at their sensitive place, they feel a wave of shame and self-loathing wash over them.

They're a human being, not an animal to be mounted and used. But in this moment, they knows that their own desires, their own sense of dignity, mean nothing.

They're trapped in a nightmare, a walking hell from which there is no escape.Their body is no longer their own, but rather a playground for whumper's desire. And as they feel the dog's hardness pressing against their entrance, they knows that this is only the beginning of their torment.

With a pitiful whimper, whumpee close their eyes, trying to shut out the nightmare that their existence has become. As the dog begins to thrust into them, their body jerking and convulsing from the brutal intrusion, they know that there's no going back.

[dollbnuuy]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ marie / mika 🐇 she/star/bun 🤍 autistic adult

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i go by marie and mika on here! i mainly use she/her & neopronouns (it/star/bun/doll) ++ fem/neu terms. no pet names if we aren't close, please!

im a flip! i regress anywhere from 3-12, i'm usually in the 5-7 range though :3c im a caregiver to both my bf and my headmates (im a system host)

i follow/like from my main, @j*****a****. please don't be startled if you see it in your notes haha. also, my co-host has a sideblog under this same account and i interact with him sometimes

my main interests atm are project moon (i've read/played everything except wonderlab, but limbus and ruina are my favorites!) and pjsekai! i will prioritize requests / asks about these hehe. i have other interests that are surprise tools that will help us later. i love cartoons, DS games, and 2000s/2010s nostalgia as well i feel like that's important to share

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[theoccoven]

ᴄᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ #01

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❝Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.❞ — William Shakespeare

⇢ @theoccoven - all rights reserved, please do not repost, edit, plagiarize, etc.

[its-cosmerely-an-obsesh-wound]

A snippet from my modern AU college Stormlight WIP to honor the day:

The scene where Kaladin does pushups and Adolin watches and fantasizes about taking Kaladin shopping/to the Marine Corps Ball. Platonically, of course. No homo, as Adolin has to remind himself.

Adolin arrived at the door to Kaladin’s dorm room. He knew Kaladin usually rose early but, now that he was here, he felt uncertain. He didn’t want to wake Kaladin. Feeling like a total creep, Adolin put his ear to the door. He heard music on the other side and another sound, a rhythmic grunting? Something tightened low in Adolin’s abdomen, maybe now wasn’t such a good time after all…

“Whoever is creeping out there, I see your feet.” Kaladin’s voice sounded strained and annoyed. Adolin could just leave; Kaladin would probably never know it was him. What was he thinking? He was here to thank the book boy.

“Hey Kal, it’s Adolin. Can I come in?”

“Sure.” Kaladin’s voice still sounded strained but less annoyed, which surprised Adolin. When Adolin entered, Kaladin was doing pushups…without a shirt. Huh. Adolin hadn’t ever seen him outside his standard black sweatshirt, which, as it turned out, was a shame. Kaladin’s tan skin had a thin sheen of sweat and his onyx shoulder-length hair was tied back in a loose tail at the base of his neck but his bangs fell loosely in his face as they often did. He didn’t look up, which was probably a good thing. Adolin’s eyes roved over the book boy’s form. Damn, book boy was also muscle boy. Why did he always keep his body so well hidden? If Adolin looked this good—what was he thinking? Adolin did look this good and he made every excuse to go about shirtless and show it off. Why work out so hard and then keep it covered up all the time? It was selfish. Adolin admired how the defined the muscles of the other boy’s shoulders, chest, and arms rippled as he repeatedly pushed the floor away.

“Did you come here for something, Coccyx, or are you just here to waste my room’s oxygen supply?” Annoyance was creeping back into book boy’s tone.

Adolin ignored the condescending comment. “I came by to say thank you and,” Adolin proffered the small box, grinning, “to give you this.”

“You’re welcome. Leave it on my desk.”

“I’d rather stay and see you open it.”

Kaladin made a disgruntled sound in his throat but got to his feet. He had a storming eight pack and that v-cut…Adolin snapped his eyes back up to Kaladin’s face, now only a couple feet from him. With Kaladin so close and his expression so stormy, the three inches Kaladin had on him made it feel like a lot more. He practically loomed over Adolin. Adolin felt his stomach flutter as he grinned innocently and presented the gift. Kaladin opened it, his expression unreadable at first, then he frowned.

“I can’t accept this.” He thrust it back toward Adolin and Adolin put up his hands defensively.

“Sure, you can.”

“No, I can’t. Give it to someone else.”

“Why would I do that? Someone else didn’t save my life.” Adolin paused considering. “Wait, do you not like the color? Your music is always so depressing and—” Adolin gestured vaguely at Kaladin’s person. Kaladin scowled. The boy had a nice scowl. Suppressing a smile Adolin, went on, "you always wear black so I thought—”

“The color isn’t the problem.”

“What is the problem then?”

“The problem is this is too expensive and I don’t want to feel indebted to anyone. Especially you.” Especially him? Why did Kaladin hate him so much? It was just an iPod nano. It would be great for book boy to take running. Much better than that brick he usually carried.

“You saved my storming life. If anyone is indebted to anyone in this relationship," Relationship? Adolin inwardly cringed at the word choice. Oh well, "it’s me. Eternally so.” Kaladin bristled but Adolin didn’t care, it was the truth. “I’m not taking it back.” Adolin declared stubbornly, trying and failing to keep the hurt and anger from his voice. “Give it away to someone else if you hate me that much that you can’t stand to have something from me.”

Adolin almost stomped out the door but then he remembered he had a second gift. He turned stopping in front of Kaladin’s desk, swept the envelope from his back pocket, and slammed it down. “These are passes to go skydiving. You can throw them out yourself if you want to be wasteful but there are two passes in there so you can bring a friend when you go…if you even have any of those.” Kaladin’s expression, which had started to soften, hardened again. That last part was petty and Adolin wished he could take it back. Why was the book boy able to get under his skin like this? Kaladin crossed his arms over his chest, which was a shame, the boy had nice pectorals. No homo. Adolin probably should have turned around and left but the way Kaladin narrowed his eyes made Adolin stay and glare back in challenge. Kaladin was getting better at jiu jitsu—he was a remarkably quick study, like he was with everything it seemed—but Adolin still usually bested him. Adolin clenched his jaw and shifted his weight, bracing. Do it.

But the attack never came. As if sensing Adolin’s thoughts or thinking better of it in the cramped space, Kaladin’s expression cleared somewhat. Not to sunshine, smiles were preciously rare from him, but to cloudy rather than tempestuous.

“Actually,” Kaladin remarked, “my father saved your life so maybe you should go thank him instead.”

“What? Wait, is your father…Dr. Stormblessed. Of course! Your dad was my surgeon?”

“Yeah.”

“Is that why you’re here for—"

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to be a surgeon too?”

Kaladin’s eyes weighed Adolin and Kaladin’s jaw worked like he had sampled something he found distasteful at a gala and was waiting for an opportune moment to dispose of it but, until then, he was trying to hold the offending food item away from his tongue. Kaladin at a gala, ha! I would pay to see that. Then, it wasn’t just a laughable thought. Maybe he would pay to see that. He wants to be a Marine…I could take him to the Marine Ball. The idea made him smile inwardly, probably more than it should have and he had to remind himself, no homo. It wasn’t like it was a date. It would be a good experience for Kaladin; although Adolin wasn’t being completely altruistic. He was entirely too eager to take Kaladin shopping for a suit. Or any clothing really. To see him in something other than that storming black hoodie all the time. Or out of it. Adolin eyed book boy’s shoulders and taut biceps. Yes, out of it was good too. Kaladin might refuse the shopping trip but Adolin could always pick out a suit himself; he was pretty sure of book boy’s size. He had a knack for that. The day of the ball, he could teach Kaladin how to tie a bowtie, if he didn’t already know, or tie it for him just because Kaladin would probably hate being fussed over. Kaladin in a three-piece suit. Adolin smiled faintly. Or, if he enlisted, dress blues. Adolin could make sure he was wearing his alphas and that his various insignias, ribbons, and medals, were all regulation and remind him to remove his cover when they entered the building. He would miss the longer hair on Kaladin though. Not that Kaladin let him braid his hair or anything. Adolin almost chuckled at the idea but held himself back as Kaladin still looked rather disgusted. Adolin had the distinct impression that Kaladin regarded him similarly to an offending food item in his mouth that he intended to spit out at his earliest convenience but he had been unsuccessful at ridding himself of Adolin so far, which both pained and excited Adolin for reasons he didn’t quite comprehend. Perhaps, finally swallowing the unpleasantness, Kaladin answered.

[casualbystander98]

if you could have a kink related super power what would it be?

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hmmmm probably mind control. I'd only do it with consent, of course, but it would be so much fun

[motoroil-recs]

Only five more to go, I'm proud of you Mod G! I hope they go smoothly for you ^_^

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Thank you, Miles! How kind of you to say! Here's to hoping that they do! I'm excited about the new batch of requests that will be sent my way once these old ones are finished up. I deeply appreciate your encouragement!