#you're just supposed to assume that's all there is!

[oscinhaslandito]

Bloody Chaos

Warning: ik some of the parts are a little out of touch and unrealistic but it's all in good fun for chaos please don't send hate

Y/N wakes up feeling a little off, but she assumes it's just morning hunger. She slowly pulls the covers off, trying not to wake Oscar, when she sees it— a huge bloodstain pooling underneath her on his crisp white sheets.

Panic sets in. Her eyes widen in horror, her breath catches in her throat, and before she can think, a small, accidental shriek escapes her lips.

Oscar, still half-asleep, grumbles and shifts next to her. "What? Who died?"

"ME. I JUST DIED. LOOK AT THE SHEETS."

Oscar cracks one eye open, blinking in the dim morning light. His gaze drops to the stain, then drifts lazily back to Y/N. "Oh. Okay. No big deal."

"NO BIG DEAL??" Y/N screeches, face heating up in mortification. "I JUST BLED ALL OVER YOUR BED, OSCAR."

He rubs his face, sitting up, looking frustratingly unbothered. "Babe, it's fine. Happens, right? At least we know we don’t need Plan B pills after last night, now."

Y/N gasps, launching a pillow at his face. "I AM GOING TO END YOU, PIASTRI."

Oscar catches the pillow mid-air, smirking, before suddenly reaching over and scooping Y/N into his arms.

"Oscar! Put me down!"

"Nope. You’re going straight to the shower. I’ll handle the bed."

Y/N kicks and squirms, but he carries her effortlessly, striding into the bathroom. He places her down inside the shower, steps back, and before she can react—he shuts the door and locks it with a chair under the handle.

"Oscar, what the hell?!"

"You’re not escaping until you shower," he calls out. "I got this covered."

Y/N bangs on the door, mortified beyond belief. "OSCAR, WAIT—I DON’T HAVE ANY HYGIENE PRODUCTS."

Silence.

Then, the distant sound of music turning on from the speakers outside the bathroom.

Y/N groans. "You have got to be kidding me."

Thirty minutes later…

Oscar finally realizes his mistake, sheepishly jogging up the stairs.

"Oh shit, you're right, you need hygiene products."

Y/N, still trapped in the bathroom, is one second away from combusting. "YA THINK?!"

He sprints out of the house, drives thirty minutes to the store, and returns looking way too pleased with himself as he holds up a pack of… cotton balls.

Y/N blinks at him. "Oscar. What is that?"

"Tampons," he declares proudly.

She stares at him, then at the literal pack of cotton balls in his hands. "Oscar, those are cotton balls."

"Yeah! That’s what tampons are, right? Like, little cotton things? You just… y'know… use them?" He gestures vaguely.

Y/N buries her face in her hands. "Oh my god."

Oscar tilts his head. "What? My mum told me once they’re just cotton you put in there when you’re bleeding."

Y/N groans. "Oscar. No. No, no, no. That is not how it works."

A pause.

"Oh."

Another pause.

"In my defense," Oscar adds, scratching the back of his head, "I moved to a different country super early, and I went to an all-boys boarding school. How was I supposed to know? No one ever taught me tampon science."

Y/N gapes at him. "Tampon science?"

Oscar nods solemnly. "I feel like this should’ve been in the curriculum."

Y/N sighs. "Just… go back and get the right thing. And for the love of god, get pads."

Another trip to the store later…

The moment he returns with actual pads—albeit the smallest size possible—Y/N finally emerges from the bathroom, exhausted and grumpy. She snatches the bag from his hands and rifles through it, her irritation bubbling over when she sees the tiny pads.

"Oscar, why are these so small?"

He shrugs. "I thought it was like clothes sizing."

Y/N exhales sharply, staring at him in sheer disbelief. "Oscar. That is not how this works."

Oscar scratches the back of his head. "Should I go back again?"

Y/N crosses her arms. "What do you think?"

Cue another thirty-minute round trip, and this time, Oscar returns with an assortment of pads in every possible size. The cashier had apparently given him a knowing look, and he'd fled the store in mild humiliation.

The rest of the day…

Oscar spends every second trying to make Y/N laugh, but she’s not having it.

Determined to make her feel better, he insists on making her tea, only to immediately burn himself on the kettle. Y/N watches, unimpressed, as he yelps and shakes his hand dramatically.

"Are you okay?" she deadpans.

"I need a hospital," he groans, clutching his wrist like he’s just lost a battle.

"You need common sense."

Later, as a final attempt at redemption, he announces that he’s going to bake her a cake.

"Do you even know how to bake?" she asks, still skeptical.

"No," he says with a confident grin, "but how hard can it be?"

Famous last words.

By the time he’s done, the kitchen looks like a war zone, flour is in his hair, and the cake is…questionable. The batter somehow ended up on the ceiling, and the frosting is a runny mess, but Oscar beams at his masterpiece like he’s just won a Michelin star.

"Tada!" he says proudly, presenting the lopsided cake to Y/N.

She raises an eyebrow. "Oscar… is it supposed to look like that?"

"Absolutely," he lies.

Y/N sighs, gives in, and takes a bite. It's terrible. But when she looks up at Oscar, who's watching her expectantly, his face full of hope, she swallows it down.

"Good, right?" he grins.

"Mmm," she hums, forcing a smile.

He narrows his eyes. "You hate it."

"I love it," she corrects, even as she struggles to chew. "Best cake ever."

Oscar leans forward, smirking. "You’re lying to spare my feelings."

"Duh."

With a laugh, he pulls her into his arms, ignoring her protests. "Well, too bad, because you’re stuck with me forever. Period stains, terrible cake, and all."

Y/N groans but doesn’t push him away. Because at the end of the day, despite all the chaos, she’s maybe—just maybe—falling in love with this sweet menace of a man.

[inkedbybarnes]

blind date

bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: convinced that bucky will never like you back, you agree to a blind date arranged for you to forget about him.

word count: 3.7k

warnings: fluff. two idiots pining over each other (i know, i know. i love the trope). blind dates (they honestly scare me). boundaries being crossed. not so gentleman of a blind date. protective & grumpy bucky (yes, that's a warning!). pet names such as doll. lowercase writing. not proofread.

notes: happy 500 followers to us! hehe. sorry it took long, i waited until i reached that milestone and we finally did! we're growing in our small delulu home, and i love it. <3 i hope you enjoy this one!

dividers by @cafekitsune

comments, reblogs, and likes are highly appreciated. thank you! ♡

“come on! tell me more about this mystery guy.”

natasha plopped down the couch beside you while she held a pint of ice cream in her hand and a spoonful on its way to her mouth. you were talking about the blind date that sam arranged for you, and she hasn't stopped asking questions since you mentioned it.

“there's really nothing to tell besides that he's a guy looking for a date and that he's friends with sam. i'm actually surprised that sam set this all up, but i trust him, you know? maybe it'll be nice,” you answered, ignoring the fact that sam suggested this to help you get over your not-so-little crush on a super soldier.

your phone beeped, showing a message sent to you by your teammate. “speaking of the devil, sam just sent me the details but i'm really not sure if i should go. it doesn't feel right.”

“and leave the poor guy waiting? not happening." natasha stuck her spoon into her pint and set it down on the coffee table. “you feel that way because you like someone already, but nothing's going to happen if we'll sit here waiting. you're either giving this date a chance or ask bucky out. it's time you finally go out there and see someone. aren't you sick of us yet?"

“i'm quite sick of you, that's for sure.” you joked, having natasha as your room neighbour and basically your best friend. if you weren't spending your time sleeping in your room, you'd be spending it with her. “i just don't think i should be going on dates when i know i'm technically not emotionally available for others yet.”

“oh, you can't be sick of me. i'm great company." natasha replied confidently. “then why did you agree? we all know, besides barnes, that you've liked him for so long. plus, he's never been with anyone for ages. the two of you makes sense.”

you gnawed on your lower lip, hesitant to tell nat the reason why you agreed to this stupid date, but she was your best friend and also one hell of a spy to even try and hide it. “he told me that he found someone similar to bucky and that i might want to meet him. we agreed to let it be a blind date to avoid the mess of telling them that they're meeting an avenger.”

“i knew it. you're going on a rebound date!” she jumped on her seat, as if she'd solved the winning numbers to the lottery. “there was no way you'd suddenly go on a blind date without a catch. you're too hung up on bucky!”

“keep it down!” you pulled her back into the couch, nervously looking around the room to see if anyone was close by. “i'm pretty sure rebounds only apply to people i've dated. bucky's hardly a candidate for that list.”

“you've liked him for way too long that it basically feels like you had a relationship, and i'm pretty sure he likes you too,” natasha said. “trust me, my guts? golden.”

you winced at the thought. there had been zero signs that bucky liked you back. as much as you trusted natasha and her instincts, this was something you couldn't just assume.

“i don't think so, nat. i've given him enough hints. it's either he's too dense about it or he's just not interested. maybe it's just how it's supposed to be, and i can't keep myself stuck with maybes forever.” you sighed, deciding to finally go to the blind date. “help me pick an outfit?”

“like you even have to ask?” she smiled, dragging you to your room while you were still left with uncertainty in your heart.

the restaurant was one of those hole-in-the-wall places in downtown new york. it had a lot people dining inside, their noise easily heard from the outside, yet the ambiance already felt warm and welcoming. you wondered if sam suggested the place or the guy you were about to meet.

you sighed, giving your chest one last tap since it wouldn't stop beating so fast. it was a wonder how your heartbeat remained stable during a risky mission, while a harmless date had you this nervous. although with that, you felt human.

“okay, let's see where this goes,” you muttered to yourself, glancing at your watch that had a tracking device in it, as requested (or ordered) by your best friend.

natasha initially opted to come with you and seat somewhere far, but you told her that you didn't need it. so, she settled with a tracking device, as if you weren't an avenger who could defend yourself. you couldn't find it in you to complain, since this was natasha's own way of showing that she cared.

you entered the restaurant, eyes wandering around the room despite not knowing exactly what to look for. the only details you were allowed to know was that “joseph” knew where to take you, so you assumed that person was one of the staff that you had to look for.

once you found a waitress that didn't look too occupied, you approached her with a smile. “excuse me, may i know where joseph is?”

the lady looked up at you, recognition evident on her face. you were slightly worried that she knew your identity, but she gave you a warm smile and held your arm gently. “oh, he's right there by the counter. let me take you to him!”

she escorted you towards the man handling the counter that seemed to be where the orders were taken. he was shouting various orders behind him while arranging the food on the counter. by the looks of it, he could be the manager or the owner of the place.

“she's here!” the lady beside you exclaimed, catching the full attention of joseph.

“ah, there's our special guest for tonight!” joseph walked around the counter to hug you, as if you knew each other for a long time. “come, come! we have the best spot reserved for you. it's right outside where you can enjoy the view while also having some privacy, eh? your date already arrived, but no worries. he wasn't waiting for too long.”

you were rendered speechless as he took you to the patio, not expecting your date to arrive first, and most importantly not expecting to see him right away. you thought you were early enough, but it seems that your date was an earlier bird than you were.

once outside, all you could see was an empty patio with one man sitting not so far from where you were standing. you hated how you could only see his back and not his face, since he was facing the opposite direction. although, you immediately noticed how he was dressed similarly to bucky.

similar haircut, black boots, and a black jacket. while you weren't sure if they actually looked alike, sam wasn't kidding about them having some similarities.

“how come it's empty out here?” you asked with genuine curiosity. the restaurant was oozing with customers tonight, and they could surely use the extra space outdoors.

“well, uh...” joseph scratched his head, smiling awkwardly as he looked for an answer. “oh, well, stop worrying about that! you're here to go on a date and nothing more! let us worry about that ourselves, hm? come, let's not make your date wait for too long.”

you both walked towards the only table occupied, taking a deep breath before joseph announced, “your date has arrived!”

the man turned around, eyes widened at the sudden noise, but he eventually smiled once he looked at you.

“hey, nice to finally meet you.” he stood up, extending his hand. “i'm martin.”

one look at him and you knew that your heart stubbornly stayed with someone you shouldn't be thinking about.

“i still can't believe that i'm on a date with an avenger.”

you were barely done with your meal despite being here for more than an hour, and martin hasn't been able to stop gushing about your whole avenger sideline. while you understood his excitement, this wasn't the type of date that you hoped for.

“you think i could tell my friends?” he asked, suddenly nudging his chair closer to you that he was basically sitting beside you. “they probably won't believe me, so will it be okay if we took a picture?”

oh, so that's why he moved closer.

“sure.” you forced a smile. “but don't get too close, maybe? i'm.. i'm not that comfortable yet.”

as if you said nothing, he placed an arm over your shoulder, pulling you even closer to him. you've been through worse situations than this, but you were highly uncomfortable having your boundaries crossed.

bucky wouldn't do something like this. how did sam think that any of his behaviour was similar to him?

martin already had his phone out, capturing pictures and squeezing your arm, when you decided that this isn't what you wanted, but before you could open your mouth, you felt someone pulling his arm off of you, causing martin to scream.

“what is wrong with you!?” martin shouted, standing up and stepping away while he held his aching arm. when you turned around, you felt your heart stop to find the person you least expected to be here, but wanted the most to be with.

“bucky?”

he did not look at you, his eyes still fixated on martin, nostrils flaring as he took a step closer, standing in front of you as if he was shielding you, while martin took the same amount of steps backwards. “she clearly said no. what the fuck was so hard about understanding that?”

“look, man, i don't know what you're doing here, but i think this is between me and her,” he said, his eyes showing fear as he watched the ex-assassin approach him, hearing the gears of his metal arm whirring.

“give me your phone.” bucky ordered. “now.”

martin immediately fished for his phone, nearly dropping it, and gave it to bucky. “w-what are you going to do?”

“no, this is what you're gonna do,” bucky started, crashing martin's phone with ease and carelessly throwing it to the side. “this date never happened, your friends will hear nothing about tonight, and you will get out of here before i finish counting to three. one...”

in a snap, martin was already out of your sight. if you hadn't known martin before this, you would think he idolised pietro with the way he ran so fast.

“are you okay?”

forgetting about bucky for a split second, his voice jolted you out of your thoughts. you looked up, your heart racing, to find him right in front you.

“what are you doing here?”

“that doesn't really answer my question, doll. answer mine first, will ya? then i'll answer yours.”

“i'm okay, but i can take care of myself. you didn't have to scare the guy.” you sighed, trying your best to look displeased when in fact this has been the happiest you've been tonight. “so? why are you here?”

“well, it's really hard to explain...”

“you better try, barnes, because i am very confused right now,” you said. “one moment i'm on a date with someone, then suddenly my teammate, who i told nothing about said date, appears and crushes the phone of the guy i'm with?”

“natasha told me about it.”

you frowned, not surprised with natasha's gossipy nature, but confused about what she could've said that made him go all the way here.

“i was looking for you since you're always with us during dinner, and nat told me that you were on a date. i couldn't help but ask where and with whom, but she said that she had no idea, that it was a blind date. she was more than glad to tell me where you were, so i came here looking for you.”

“why?” you asked, confused and suddenly hopeful at the same time. although, you tried to keep your hopes down, not wanting to set yourself up for a heartbreak.

“what do you mean why? that's it. i was just worried, and now you're okay. can we go home?”

he turned his back on you and walked away, you were quick enough follow him, still unsatisfied with his answer.

once you've reached a dark alley where he had his motorcycle parked, you sighed and decided to ask one more time.

“what are you actually doing here, barnes?” you asked. “i want an actual answer or i'm walking home.”

“it doesn't matter,” bucky answered shortly, frustration. written on his face. “why did you agree to this anyway? doesn't feel like something you'd do.”

“you have no idea about what i feel and what i want to do,” you answered. “and you still haven't answered my question.”

“i don't know, okay? i don't know. i just..” he sighed. “i heard the word date and everything didn't make sense. all i knew was that i wanted to follow you here and stop whatever you were doing. i didn't like it.”

“what gives you the right to stop me from going on a date?” you asked, your head jerked back in disbelief. “and why would it even bother you? this is the first time someone went on a date in the team. so what makes mine so different?”

“what do you think?” he asked, his gaze challenging and curious, waiting for your response.

you stood in silence, his question causing a sudden drift in the conversation. you could feel the tension in the air.

“sam made me go to a blind date as well,” he spoke again. “i just remembered that he was asking me where i'd take someone on a date. days after that, he said he found a girl that i might like, and that i should go on a date with her, he suggested that it should be a blind date, knowing that i'm an avenger and all.”

“why didn't you go?”

“i couldn't. i wasn't interested. i knew it wouldn't work.”

“why?”

“because i already like someone.”

your heart sank, a lump forming in your throat as the reality set in that the person you've been pining for was already interested in someone else.

so much for going on a date to forget about him.

“what about you?” he asked. “why did you go?”

because of you, you idiot.

“trying to get over someone,” you simply answered.

“you were seeing someone?” he asked, completely clueless, but suddenly looking uneasy. “i never knew you were in a relationship. i guess, we're not that close, but i thought i'd at least know abou—”

“what? no!” you replied, voice rising as you spoke. "god, i agreed to this date because i wanted to get over you!"

the words slipped out of your mouth, your eyes widening in surprise as you accidentally reveal the feelings you had kept hidden.

bucky blinked, silence hanging in the air. the confession felt heavy between you as you waited for his response.

“i didn't agree to going on a blind date because i have feelings you,” bucky finally spoke, taking a deep breath before continuing, “because i knew i wouldn't enjoy it knowing i'd be thinking of you anyway, because as convinced as i was that you had no interest in me, i'd rather keep my eyes on you than on anybody else.”

“wait, wait, what? you like me?” you repeated in a slightly disbelieving tone, searching his face for confirmation.

“why would i follow you all the way here if i didn't?”

“because you care? and it might be dangerous to go on a date with someone i've never met?” you guessed. “i mean, i think you'd also do it for everybody else, as grumpy as you look like on the outside, you can be a softie sometimes.”

“if i had no feelings for you, i wouldn't be here. you're an avenger for christ's sake. some random guy would be like a training dummy for you,” he answered. “and no, i wouldn't be doing this for anybody else. if the situation's that dangerous, maybe, but a date? you're all adults. you know what you're doing.”

you couldn't help but giggle at his answer, which earned you a glare from him. “what?”

“nothing.” you shook your head. “you sound like an old man lecturing the younger generation.”

“are we completely ignoring the fact that we like each other?”

“that's the only thing on my mind right now.” you admitted. “are you sure about what you just said? it could be the hunger talking.”

instead of answering, bucky took his phone out of his pocket, swiping and tapping on it a few times before taking your hand and placing it on your palm.

“what am i supposed to—”

“just read it.”

choosing not to argue with him, you grabbed the phone with a frown. his messages with natasha were on the screen, starting from their messages from nearly four months ago. you scrolled through their messages, and while they lasted for months, they were all short and straightforward.

three months ago

bucky:

did you arrive safely?

romanoff:

since when did you start asking?

bucky:

?

romanoff:

yes, we arrived safely.

bucky:

👍🏻

romanoff:

really???

two months ago

bucky:

is she okay?

romanoff:

ohhh, that's why you keep texting.

bucky:

answer

romanoff:

geez, barnes.

yeah, she's okay.

bucky:

ok

one month ago

bucky:

she's sick?

romanoff:

yeah, wanna visit her?

you're basically immune.

bucky:

i have a mission

romanoff:

oh yeah

oops

bucky:

are you busy?

romanoff:

nope

why?

bucky:

take my place

romanoff:

no thanks, barnes.

bucky:

i'll take your next task

and the next one as well

romanoff:

why can't you just take this one?

bucky:

nothing

romanoff:

a reason or i'm not doing it.

bucky:

she's sick

i want to stay

romanoff:

oh my god

you're such a sap

fine i'll talk to steve

bucky:

ty

romanoff:

you're using abbreviations now???

bucky:

👍🏻

one week ago

romanoff:

movie night later, don't ditch us again

bucky:

busy

romanoff:

she planned this one

she's worried you won't come

bucky:

i'll bring snacks

romanoff:

i love knowing your weakness

bring popcorn!

bucky:

she prefers pizza over popcorn

does she like popcorn?

romanoff:

nope, but some of us do.

bucky:

ok

romanoff:

so you're bringing popcorn?

bucky:

no

once you were done reading, you returned his phone back to his hand. “you do like me,” you said, the confession finally sinking in.

bucky nodded. “and you like me too.”

“where does that leave us?” you asked, hoping. “are we.. dating now?”

“no,” he answered quickly.

you felt that ache returning in your chest, but before you could say something, bucky already sensed your worries and he wasn't letting you slip away that easily.

“no because i want to do this right. i want to take you out on a date first, bring you flowers, play music and ask you for a dance, all that stuff that you deserve,” he explained, bringing his warm hand to your cheek. “but trust me that it won't take long before i call you mine. i don't think i have the patience for it at this point.”

“you promise?” you rose to your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around him. “i don't want to wait that long either.”

“you won't,” he replied, leaning into you, his lips brushing against your nose before pulling you in a kiss. “i promise.”

this was supposed to have a lil bonus when they got back to the tower, revealing the team's true involvement with the blind date, buttt i might just do it some other time as a snippet/part 2 instead. i still have a few to write anyway, woops.

if you have any requests for bucky, send them my way! 💌

[daddy-dotcom]

Sports Car

Red!Clark x Female Reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected p in v, maybe like 1 swear word?

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To say that Clark had been acting strange was an understatement. The once wholesome farm boy was now mouthing off to teachers and riding around on a motorcycle. It was almost as if his personality had done a complete 180 overnight. However, this sudden change had almost no effect on your massive crush on Clark. If anything, his new persona had only increased the amount of salacious thoughts that ran through your mind as you stared at him during class. You chalked up all of his typical chivalrous acts to him just being a nice guy. But his longing glances and lingering touches made you think that just maybe, he might feel the same way about you.

As the bell signaling the end of class rung, you were making your way out of the room until a familiar husky voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

"You're looking nice today, Y/N."

You turned around to see none other than Clark Kent sitting nonchalantly on a desk, eyeing you up and down as if you were on display just for him. Was it delusional to think that he was checking you out?

"That skirt fits you real nice, Y/N." He rose from the desk and walked closer, almost too close, to where you were standing, frozen in place.

"You wear that just for me?" he asked, now inches from your face. Up close, you could see his blushy cheeks and perfect dimples. His pouty red lips that you had daydreamed about looking more kissable than ever. Stunned by his brazen attempts at flirting with you, you paused a minute to consider your response.

"Maybe I did," you reply, shy smile forming on your face. Clark, in turn, began to smile back. It wasn't his usual earnest grin. This time, a sly, knowing smile had overtaken him.

"I knew it," he began, "I always notice you glancing over at me during class when you think I'm not watching."

Your eyes widened as weight of Clark's revelation hit you. Maybe your secret crush wasn't such a secret after all.

"Relax, Y/N," he assured you before leaning in close, "I've been watching you too." He took both of your hands in his before continuing.

"Look, Y/N, I've had feelings for you for a long time, and I know you have feelings for me too. So I think we should stop pretending."

Unsure of what to make of his confession, you ask "so, what? Is this supposed to be some all new Clark Kent?"

"That depends, do you like him?" he quips before pressing his lips to yours. You let him kiss you, hoping that this is one dream that you'll never wake up from. He cups your cheek with one hand while using his other to steady you at the waist. His touch even more dizzying than before. Your hands press on his chest to confirm that this is all really happening before he pulls away.

"You wanna go for a ride?" he asks. While you'd assumed he meant a ride in his car, you fervently nodded in reply, down for whatever he had in mind.

Clark took your hand and led you through the hallways and out to the parking lot, only to find a red sports car with the letters LEX XIV spelled out on the license plate. Confused, you raised an eyebrow and asked Clark, "what happened to the big red pickup?"

"Figured I needed an upgrade if I was going to be driving around with the prettiest girl in school."

Just then, you felt a surge of heat creep up to your cheeks and down to your core. He motions for you to get in the car and you oblige without a second thought. You barely had a moment to fasten your seatbelt before the engine revved and Clark took off. His driving was erratic which had you gripping the “oh shit” handle and squeezing your eyes shut. You could feel the car swerving and you just prayed to God you made it to wherever you were headed. Sensing your uneasiness, Clark's hand found its way from the steering wheel to your bare thigh. Between the new jacket, the car, his behavior, you didn’t know what to make of him. Is it bad that you liked this version of Clark? He was bold and daring and not afraid to make a move, which was exactly what you both needed.

As you made your way further and further down the backroads of Smallville, Clark's hand made its way further and further up your thigh. The tension in the car becoming unbearable as you spread your legs just enough to let him snake his hand up to your soaked panties. Delighted by the surprise, a wicked grin began to form on Clark's face.

"Wow baby, all this for me?" he teased. A breathy "mhmm" was all you could muster at this point because his fingers had pushed their way past your panties and into you. "Why don't we see how wet you can really get?"

He drove another mile or two before abruptly pulling off the road down a dirt path. When he finally parked the car, we were in an empty field just past a thick covering of trees. You moaned at the loss of contact from his fingers, but you could barely comprehend what was happening before his lips smashed into yours. His left hand tugged forcefully on your hair while his right hand went straight for your lips. Before he could even ask, you sucked your own juices off of his fingers.

"Such a good girl," he cooed as he removed his fingers. "Come here baby," he said, reaching for your waist with one hand and pulling you onto his lap with an insane amount of strength.

"We could share one seat,"

"Clark, who even are you right now? What is this" you giggled, pointing between the two of you.

He let out a chuckle of his own before replying, "I think you know what this is." And just like that, his lips were attacking you once more. This time, his kisses trailed from your lips down to your neck with his hands firmly gripping your ass. While his lips got to work on your neck, his hands pushed your skirt all the way up to your waist. You were both a mess of grunts and whines as your hips ground against each other in perfect sync. Inspired by Clark's bold actions, you took matters into your own hands and began unhooking his belt.

"Woah somebody's eager," he teased as his cock sprung free from his boxers. God it was even bigger than you’d imagined all those times you daydreamed about him during class.

"Shut up," you shot back before finally sinking down onto his length. It was at this moment that you lost all control in the situation. Your hips were bound by Clark's tight grasp and he drilled into you from underneath. He was fucking you with such fervor that you had grip onto his broad shoulders to steady yourself.

"Oh my god, Clark!" you practically screamed.

"Not so shy anymore are you, Y/N?"

Growing accustomed to his pace, you began to grind down on his cock as he railed you from below.

"Fuck, Clark, you're gonna make me cum," you groaned.

"I know baby, just let it out for me." His words were enough to send you over the edge, with his name tumbling out of your mouth and your juices completely soaking his lower half. But Clark was relentless. He kept pounding into you until finally you felt his cum coating your insides.

"Jesus, Y/N, I didn't know you had that in you."

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Clark."

"We're gonna have a lot of fun together aren't we?" he slurred. You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before replying, "definitely. . .but we should probably get the car cleaned up before returning it to Lex."

"I wouldn't worry about it, I don't think he'll be getting this car back for a while." ;)

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AN: this is my first time writing for Smallville Clark Kent and it was inspired by a tate mcrae song that I’m currently obsessed with. lmk how I did <3

[peachhcs]

requesting some will samy angst where maybe one of them picks a fight on the phone or on face time while they’re doing long distance and then by the end of the call they realize that they were only doing that because they missed the other?

UGH yes in the end they'd be so 🥺 when they realize they really just miss one another. angst to fluff my fav

au masterlist

"you barely texted me all day," samy immediately said when she finally answered her boyfriend's call at almost 10pm.

"i'm sorry..things were crazy today. i got caught up," will mumbled but for some reason his apology wasn't sitting right in samy's head.

"you could've at least told me you were gonna be busy," she continued with the semi-angry tone. the blonde frowned to himself, struggling to make up for hardly answering her all day.

"i should've. 'm sorry," will really did have a long day. there was media every hour that they weren't practicing and press people wanted to kow..he hardly had time to even sit down and think before someone new came in wanting and interview and/or photos for their blogs.

it was the worser side of the job the blonde didn't really enjoy. he was there to play hockey, not sit in front of ten different cameras answering nonstop questions that were way too personal for his liking.

"what's even been up with you lately? you've felt so..i dunno..distant.." samy wasn't afraid to call it what it was anymore. after things escalated between them last summer, she knew better than to let things slide.

however, will did not take it that way, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"i get you're busy, i am too, but it feels like i've barely heard from you all week. we hardly text. we hardly talk," samy's voice faded like she hesitated saying the last part.

the hockey player's expression hardened even though she couldn't see it, "oh so now you're trying to accuse me of something?"

"no, i was never accusing you of something," the younger hughes immediately shot back.

"then what are you trying to say?"

"what are you trying to say? is there something i should be accusing you of?" now both of their tones turned sour. after a long four months of will proving to samy that he deserved her full trust, she put it all into him. she trusted him completely, but right now it wasn't really feeling that way.

"what the fuck? no? what the fuck would i even be doing that would put me in that position?" now will was just mad because it mostly hurt him how fast samy was to assume that he would turn around and hurt her like that again.

"i don't know, you tell me, will. you're the one that hasn't even been answering my texts," the girl shot back again.

"so you're just gonna assume that i did something then? not that i could just be super busy and i've had a really long day talking to a million different people with a camera in my face and i just couldn't have the time to text you?"

a deafening silence fell between them. will heard a sigh escape samy's lips and he quickly realized how harsh what he just said sounded. the guilt of being rude quickly washed over the hockey player. he knew samy's trust really could break at any moment with him and none of what he just said helped any of that.

"okay, sorry. i..i don't know why i said that. you're right. you're busy," when samy spoke again her voice was small and wavering like she was going to cry.

will instantly felt bad, "wait, fuck, no, no. i'm sorry. i shouldn't have snapped like that. i shouldn't have..i'm sorry."

god, he was so stupid sometimes.

"i'm sorry. i have been busy, but i should have texted you and told you. i'm sorry i didn't. it's just been a crazy long day and i haven't like had a second to breathe with every reporter wanted to shove a camera and mic in my face. i think i answered like a hundred questions about myself and personal life today," will admitted in a softer tone when samy didn't respond right away.

"i didn't mean to snap either. i'm sorry. i guess we both had long days. i just..i really like talking to you and i got worried when i barely heard from you all day," samy nervously thumbed her little braid.

"i really like talking to you too. talking to you is the highlight of my day and i do always look forward to it. i didn't mean to worry you. i'm sorry again. if it's any consolation, i did talk about you quite a lot though," when he heard the girl giggle, he knew it was okay again.

"really?"

"god, they love asking about you, but i love talking about you so it works out. it was just little things about our relationship. i bragged about you when i could," will could picture samy blushing hearing him say that and he was right. her cheeks were bright red.

"i'm flattered. sounds intense," she hummed.

"it was, but luckily we're done with it for now. i promise that i will try to text you more and especially let you know when i'll be more busy. god, i really miss you," the hockey player admitted. there were so many days he wished samy was a half an hour drive away still so he could just lay in her arms when his day was hard.

today especially he missed her like crazy. it was probably why he seemed to talk about her in almost every interview even when he wasn't asked first because she was the only thing on his mind.

"i really miss you, too. feels like it's been forever since i saw you," the brunette sighed.

"i know. i have no idea when i'm free again," probably not until summer will guessed and that was still so long from now.

"yeah, me neither." samy and hannah were going abroad for spring break—a trip they'd been planning since literally last year after hannah saying she really wanted to go to italy, so samy didn't know when the next time she could fly to the west coast would be.

"maybe i can escape to italty with you and hannah," will joked a little.

"you should. the almafi coast is calling our name."

one day will would get there with samy and maybe even then they'd be more than just boyfriend and girlfriend. something more like husband and wife sounded right.

"i love you. i miss you. i'm sorry again," will finally said with a small smile.

"i love you a lot. i'm glad we talked. it was real good hearing from you," samy smiled too.

"i promise i'll text. if i don't just like spam me or something," the girl giggled at his words.

"i love, love, love you," they exchanged their goofy, loving goodbye and the little fight they had was far from their minds.

[cocogum]

The Great Wave - Chapter 14 Review

‼️SPOILERS FOR THE CHAPTER‼️

This chapter felt shorter than the other ones in this second volume so far.

But that doesn't matter.

CUZ GUYS WE FINALLY SEE DATHURA AGAIN ‼️❤️‼️❤️‼️❤️‼️❤️‼️❤️‼️‼️❤️

When the chapter covers were only available, I originally thought that she ended up being the guardian of the Tree of Life but it looks like she just settled somewhere vacant in the Sadida Kingdom.

I don't mind cuz as long as she's there, I'm happy hehe 💗💗 She's such a beauty omg

Dathura saying that she's been called once again by Amalia makes me assume that Dathura asked for her help once before but we know it couldn't have been in Season 4 because she was only seen protecting the Tree of Life as it's last defense.

So the first time Amalia has asked for help must've been in Season 5 when Harebourg will be seen as the antagonist. I'm only making assumptions here but it could be true. In a way, it makes sense because Dathura technically does have a connection to Harebourg since she used to be a past member of the Brotherhood of the Frogotten just like him. So maybe she could have helped Amalia by trying to talk to Harebourg or maybe explain to Amalia what may be going when he'll become a problem for her kingdom. Because let's not forget the fact that he wanted Amalia's kingdom to have endless wood to warm up Frigost.

But anyways, Amalia asks Dathura to help her find a remedy for Yugo.

Cuz apparently the belladonna only slowed the process. It didn't actually fade away on its own because it thought it did its job.

Dathura disconnects herself from her meditation spot and guides Amalia to some hidden territory in the Sadida Kingdom.

I found it a bit odd when Amalia asked her where they were here, since she was supposed to have lived in the kingdom her entire life AND WAS ABSOLUTELY THE TYPE OF KID TO HAVE ROAMED AROUND THE PLACE AND MEMORIZE ALL OF IT BY HEART.

But then again, this entire area is ALIVE so it can do whatever the fuck it wants lol

Dathura just flies away as if she didn't say the most hippie spiritual shit ever.

BUT LOOK AT AMALIA'S ADORABLE FACE WHEN SHE ADMIRES THE PLACE 💗💕💗💗💗💗💗

my little queen is such a softie for nature 💖💖💖

Also let me just say how much I love the fact that Dathura is referring to Yugo as "our" king. She was so chill with Yugo in season 3 and we can tell that she's still cool with him because she accepts him as the king of the Sadida Kingdom.

And that speaks A LOT on so many levels when you know that some sadida citizens do not accept Yugo's people but then you got a part of the Sadida God literally being cool with the king they hate. Like come on now, if you're a sadida AND an eliatrope hater, what are you doing??? You keep blabbing about how the eliatropes are being a menace and "staining" your sadida culture when one of your demigoddesses (who LITERALLY keeps a portion of your god's power, mind you) is straight up just vibing with the man you hate.

Like seriously Amalia you gotta shut them up someday or another.

Another thing that I enjoyed was that I now know, thanks to Dathura, that there is a shortened way to say Grougalorasalar's name. It's Asalar and I don't know why but I find it so cute to say 💕💕 Like it's cool and yet adorable at the same time I don't know how else to explain it.

Amalia then explains what Grougalorasalar wanted and that he'll start attacking again if Yugo doesn't accept giving away the artifacts.

But I am SO GLAD that out of all the things Yugo refuses to give, it's the eliatrope dofus for very obvious reasons.

Like I explained back in the last chapter, Grougalorasalar wanted the Eliasphere since it doesn't belong to them and because Yugo's people have a habit of naming things after their people if they find any powerful artifacts that can support them. But in no way, shape or form does Yugo ever need to give his eliatrope dofus to him. These eliatrope dofus literally belong to the eliatropes because, again, those are the primordial eliatropes' recall points. Not to mention that they've been created by THE ELIATROPE GODDESS.

Like come on what is bro doing asking for something that belongs to them!? I agreed with him about how Yugo and his people were actual troublemakers without even trying, but taking away the dofus that respawns them?? Hell nah man, I stay away from that shit.

So Dathura picks out a plant and properly reduces it to the actual remedy before she tells Amalia to discuss this whole Grougalorasalar situation with Joris.

After everything he's done for the world, it looks like bro still can't get away from the short height allegations from mortals and immortals alike 😭😭

Talking to Joris makes the most sense since he used to be Asalar's vessel but yay, we get to see Joris back! I can just tell that all the joris fans were happy to see him in that 15th chapter cover and now get to see him being mentioned in this chapter lol

DATHURA CALLED AMALIA A FRIEND DISLDKDLWPWPROFODOEEO 💖💗💖💗💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💖💗💗💖💖💗💗💖

Anyways, after suggesting Amalia to speak with Joris about all this, she warns her not to upset Grougalorasalar no matter what hers and Yugo's decision will be.

Don't worry shawty, these two morons got this in the bag 🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢

[himefemme]

cracked cans [ I ]

butch! cowboy/farmhand abby ★

clients daughter femme!r

the dewy morning sun was a gentle reminder of abby's schedule for the day, go to her client's house, muck the paddocks, herd in the sheep that were always running away and most importantly avoid his daughter. clad in white, frilled dresses with fraying edges and saddle shoes caked in mud and little strings of grass that had clung onto them, a little demon she was- best avoided. her bare back was kissed by the soft sunlight seeping through her lace curtain- golden locks of hair splayed down the freckled skin, lashes fluttering against her strong cheeks as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. 'a beer would be nice on a day like this' was really the only motto keeping her going, cheap jobs like this kept her living paycheck to paycheck and struggling to stay secure during the week, thank goodness for smokes and alcohol. the coal-like taste of cigarettes lingered on her pale chapped lips- she hated the smell of it all but the relief it brought could be considered bittersweet.. even if only lasting for a second. with a splash of cold water to the face, rough denim chafing her inner thighs and the hard of her belt buckle secured in place, abby left her shack, her button shirt barely hiding her tanned chest.

herding the sheep was not a problem, nor was mucking the paddock- it was damn easy money and she knew that better than anyone. the sound of shoes squelching in the mud made the butch whip her head around- spotting you. you wore red gingham shorts and a white shirt, trainers much too big for you, which she assumed had belonged to your father. abby sighed and pulled her hat over her eyes to block out the blistering heat, sweat dancing down the muscular grooves of her back and chest. you held out a beer to the woman, who snatched it up and cracked the can open- drinking as if famished. once abby had finished drinking she heaved, clutching her stomach which burned with the lingering presence of the beverage. loose hair coils around her braid and hugs the neighbouring strands of hair. "you shouldn't be out here." abby says, pinching your cheek with a fond smile. here she was, with the client's daughter, who she was strictly told to stay away from. beer was constantly getting her into trouble goddamnit but how could she stay away when a woman with curious eyes and a welcoming smile comes sauntering her way? it was simply in her nature. "you were the one who said to keep it quiet, yet here you are, showing up on my father's farm like y'own it. people talk, abby, you're bold showing up like that." you say, gesturing to her debauched state, the apple of her cheeks flushed red from booze and beer beneath her tan tone, her button shirt draped lazily over her shoulder- exposing her binded chest to soak in the rays of the sun, the soft hair trail beneath her belly button tiptoeing down beneath her belt buckle and the moles that blessed her skin. "well, how's a person supposed to stay all handsome-lookin' whilst working in this heat, huh? I don't see you liftin' a single finger over there." abby quips, laughing as she wipes sweat from her forehead, knocking her hat out of place slightly. "but i think it's better that way." she adds before fixing her hat, the leather is bumpy against her calloused hands- she wonders how it'd feel against yours. the sun sets over the farm and your mother thanks abby with dinner, chicken pot pie, steaming hot in the ceramic bowl and cling film she was sending it off with. lingering glances were exchanged between you as the cowboy is showered in praise by your parents- unlike earlier, she looked neat, as if she had everything together. dress shirt buttoned to the top and her hat held to her stomach like a polite young man would, which caused your father to quirk a judgemental brow- it dropped within seconds, he had no time to be questioning the fashion choices of the woman who'd just done his monthly farm work within a few hours. once abby is waved goodbye, you trot after her, she stops. you leave a kiss on her cheek, the feeling lingers and she'd have to savour this one, she'd done such a good job she was sure that she wouldn't need to come back for a good few weeks. she would stay determined to keep that soft, sweet tenderness glued to her skin. a smile later, you run back into your house before anyone noticed your absence. abby continues walking- with a fat stack of money, which she flicks between her fingers proudly, it was clear someone had slipped in a few extra bills and it sure as hell wasn't your mother or father.

[spyderslut]

Actively fulfilling the social roles wiliingly and otherwise. I get catcalled, I get talked over, i experience sexism in the same way a cis women does. Its unfortunate how much of womanhood is defined as opposition to the institution of sexism, but thats how society is at the moment. I experience the vast majority of what can be considered biological markers of womanhood, also. I live as a woman, with what that means being different to different people. A butch lesbian and a femme housewife are both living as women, but very differently. Its good, i suppose, that these roles that previously were considered so strict are falling to be more down to what the individual wants to do with them. A good friend of mine has elucidated as to this point quite well. She speaks more to the nonsense that is defining "biological womanhood" in particular, but its relevant here, so ill post it.

Anonymous asked:

“As a biologist, the terms biological woman and man don’t make any sense to me” okay then you’re an idiot and a terrible biologist. I swear to god, morons like you only become biologists just so you can hold it over others, when in reality, if biology deniers like you can become biologists, then being one really doesn’t mean much anyway. But this probably just gave an autogynophile like you a boner to read, anyway.

catboybiologist answered:

Oh fun! Haven't gotten one of these in a while. Disregarding the fact that you somehow think the qualification for being a biologist entirely hinges on defining womanhood, I do need to ask some clarification. I know I'm feeding the trolls here, but here we go: does your definition of "biological woman" mean:

Sociological woman? Eh, context dependent, I'm not fully out of the closet, but oftentimes, I am and present femme. So let's call that one 50/50.

Psychological woman? Because I am one.

Neurological woman? Because I am one [1].

Physical woman? My soft tissue redistribution is handling that well.

Hormonal woman? My blood tests are within cis female ranges.

Transcriptional woman? As a signalling molecule, the downstream effects of estrogen have broad transcriptional effects, completely changing the profile of gene expression and functional genomics of my cells. [2]

Genetic woman? I mean, see my above point- as far as my genes that are actually active, I have all of the same transcripts being produced, controlling which genes are expressed.

Karyotypic woman? I actually have a few signs pre-HRT that might point to a non-XY chromosome pair, but I haven't had a karyotype. We'll put that down as unknown. And hell, even if its XY, there's plenty of cis women who are karyotypically XY, with suppressed sry or complete androgen insensitivity. Interestingly enough, a completely androgen insesitive woman can go her whole life without knowing- and functionally, is very similar to a trans woman, actually. Fancy that. [3]

Reproductive woman? I can't produce an egg cell, but neither can significant fractions of cis women. Also, this is all gonna change soon, which is fun. [4]

There's also a lot of understudied aspects to the biology of HRT and even pre-HRT that are emerging, largely demonstrating widespread cellular and genetic remodeling of trans individuals undergoing hormone therapy. The field is a bit behind due to constant political pressure to revoke funding, but a lot of the results are extremely exciting in both testosterone and estrogen hormone therapies. I'm sure that, as a self professed biology As someone who presumably has a lot of expertise in biology, I'm assuming that you're aware of all of this cutting edge research, and are keeping up with modern papers, including but not limited to these cool findings:

Trans men on HRT exhibit significant genetic and transcriptional changes that make them biochemically male. [5][6]. It's a good hypothesis that the same happens with estrogen treatment, but those studies don't exist yet- I'm sure you're reserving judgment until more publications exist, of course.

Trans men on HRT develop male cell types and tissues. [7]

Trans women experience muscular and blood cell changes that align with cis women moreso than cis men [8]

And many, many more! This is an exciting, underserved, and groundbreaking field of research, and I'm sure you're keeping up with the latest in scientific journals about it.

I'm sure, of course, that you understand that it becomes impossible to draw a distinct line anywhere in here, and that words like "woman" are shorthand for the myriad of traits that invisibly synthesize in our mind and in society to represent a concept? I'm sure you understand that science is fundamentally descriptive, not prescriptive? I'm sure that you understand that these findings, while really cool and interesting, actually don't mean jack shit about what the word "woman" means or not?

As someone who is the ultimate decider in what a biologist is, I'm sure you know that bioessentiallism is a childish mindset that completely ignores and disregards the constantly changing, dynamic nature of biological systems, something that extends well beyond biological sex and its relation to gender.

I'm sure that also, that you understand that beyond just this, that the role of science in society is to advise how to achieve our moral principles, not create moral principles in themselves. And I'm sure that understanding means you know that trans affirming healthcare and supportive societal treatment leads to reduced mortality and increased happiness for everyone, right?

So great to talk to someone who is surely a scientist on this. You are a biologist, if you're talking like this, I assume? I assume you're not going to spit complete misreadings of scientific language from the background sections of these papers that only reveal you've never read a scientific paper in your life if you're thinking this way? I assume you have experience interpreting data like this?

Also, imagining my genitalia while writing this? Ew. Please stop projecting your fetishes into my inbox.

Works cited:

Kurth F, Gaser C, Sánchez FJ, Luders E. Brain Sex in Transgender Women Is Shifted towards Gender Identity. J Clin Med. 2022 Mar 13;11(6):1582. doi: 10.3390/jcm11061582. PMID: 35329908; PMCID: PMC8955456.

Fuentes N, Silveyra P. Estrogen receptor signaling mechanisms. Adv Protein Chem Struct Biol. 2019;116:135-170. doi: 10.1016/bs.apcsb.2019.01.001. Epub 2019 Feb 4. PMID: 31036290; PMCID: PMC6533072.

Gottlieb B, Trifiro MA. Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome. 1999 Mar 24 [Updated 2017 May 11]. In: Adam MP, Feldman J, Mirzaa GM, et al., editors. GeneReviews® [Internet]. Seattle (WA): University of Washington, Seattle; 1993-2024. Available from: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK1429/

Murakami, K., Hamazaki, N., Hamada, N. et al. Generation of functional oocytes from male mice in vitro. Nature 615, 900–906 (2023). https://doi.org/10.1038/s41586-023-05834-x

Pallotti F, Senofonte G, Konstantinidou F, Di Chiano S, Faja F, Rizzo F, Cargnelutti F, Krausz C, Paoli D, Lenzi A, Stuppia L, Gatta V, Lombardo F. Epigenetic Effects of Gender-Affirming Hormone Treatment: A Pilot Study of the ESR2 Promoter's Methylation in AFAB People. Biomedicines. 2022 Feb 16;10(2):459. doi: 10.3390/biomedicines10020459. PMID: 35203670; PMCID: PMC8962414.

Florian Raths, Mehran Karimzadeh, Nathan Ing, Andrew Martinez, Yoona Yang, Ying Qu, Tian-Yu Lee, Brianna Mulligan, Suzanne Devkota, Wayne T. Tilley, Theresa E. Hickey, Bo Wang, Armando E. Giuliano, Shikha Bose, Hani Goodarzi, Edward C. Ray, Xiaojiang Cui, Simon R.V. Knott, The molecular consequences of androgen activity in the human breast, Cell Genomics, Volume 3, Issue 3, 2023, 100272, ISSN 2666-979X, https://doi.org/10.1016/j.xgen.2023.100272. (https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S2666979X23000320)

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Harper J, O'Donnell E, Sorouri Khorashad B, McDermott H, Witcomb GL. How does hormone transition in transgender women change body composition, muscle strength and haemoglobin? Systematic review with a focus on the implications for sport participation. Br J Sports Med. 2021 Aug;55(15):865-872. doi: 10.1136/bjsports-2020-103106. Epub 2021 Mar 1. PMID: 33648944; PMCID: PMC8311086.

and one more thing from me, I hope you have a good day, friend.

I'm not really sure why some transwomen/TIM are under the impression that radfems stating that TIM cannot physically be female or women somehow means they have to go back to adhering to what society expects of "a man."

It's quite the opposite actually. I WANT you to wear dresses and skirts and pink and heels and wear makeup and do whatever it is you like to do that makes you feel like you're somehow female, but I also want you to understand that those things DON'T make you female or have any proximity to womanhood. You're allowed to express yourself through fashion and personality without lying and claiming you're female

[threestarsaboveclouds]

AMETHYST PEARL

[ NEOCITIES MIRROR ]

TSAC: ...

TSAC: Little animal.

TSAC: I'm rather busy at the moment. Unless you have something to show me, please leave.

TSAC: ...

TSAC: Ah, a pearl. Where did you find this one, I wonder? Hopefully you didn't take it from my Data Archives.

TSAC: ...

TSAC: This one appears to be from my city. You seem to be spending a lot of time in Zenith, considering your last pearl was also from there.

TSAC: Hm... this contains another data buffer from a dying citizen ID drone. I suppose it makes sense that so many drones malfunctioned, considering their owners were no longer around to maintain them.

TSAC: The drone this data is from belonged to an individual named Six Motes, Ten Tranquil Mists. Aside from basic census data, I can't find any more information about them in my archives. They must not have interacted with me or the House of Spheres at any point.

TSAC: There's a section of discernible audio here... I'll repeat it out loud for you.

[ AUDIO TRANSCRIPTION - AMETHYST PEARL ]

...

???: Ouch!

...

???: Damn blackouts. They always catch me off guard.

???: Greetings, Mists! Can't sleep?

Ten Tranquil Mists: Agh!!! Three Winds, is that you? Void below, don't scare me like that!

Fourteen Flowers in Three Winds: Hah! If you don't want to be startled by figures in the dark, perhaps you shouldn't be wandering the streets late at night.

TTM: Speak for yourself. I'm not the only one out past midnight.

TW: At least I have a proper excuse!

TTM: Late night nectar cravings?

TW: Ha, not tonight. Come, follow me.

TTM: Where?

TW: Up! I was just about to climb up to the roof. You should join me.

TTM: To do what?

TW: You'll see!

...

TTM: And there he goes.

TTM: ...well, if I go home I know I won't be able to sleep. I might as well climb up ten flights of stairs. [sigh]

...

...

...

TW: There you are! I was beginning to think you'd just up and left.

TTM: huff... no... huff... of course not...

TW: Come, sit.

...

[rustling]

TTM: What's that glowing thing you've got?

TW: Sliced lilypuck! They're fresh! Here, try one.

...

TTM: A bit too sweet for me. What, did you dip this in nectar?

TW: Maybe!

...

TTM: You still haven't told me why you climbed all the way up here. And late at night, no less.

TW: Look! You can see the Spires clearly from up here.

TTM: So? You can see them much more easily in the daytime.

TW: That right there!

TTM: Hm?

TW: You're not looking! Blink and you'll miss it.

...

TTM: What, that green light?

TW: Yes!

TTM: What's so special about that?

TW: Do you know what that is?

TTM: Well, it's coming from the Spires, so I guess it's something those stuffy old scholars are amusing themselves with late at night. I never paid too much attention. This late at night I'm usually staring down at the ground so I don't trip on things in the dark. There's only so far ahead you can see with such a dim lantern...

TW: A friend of mine who interns at the Institute explained it to me once. Those lights are called laser guide stars, and they help calibrate the telescopes!

TTM: Ah, so it is the scholars after all.

TW: Not quite! Those lights are actually the iterator!

TTM: The iterator?

TW: Yes! Three Stars Above Clouds controls the telescopes. And the lasers, too. If you watch the laser beams, you can tell where the iterator is looking!

TTM: Looks like they're pretty busy.

TW: Yes. They have a lot of work to do, I'm sure.

...

TTM: ... have you ever met the iterator?

TW: Not personally, no. Though, I was once fortunate enough to attend one of their public lectures.

TTM: And? What were they like?

TW: Three Stars Above Clouds is very intelligent. Though, I guess one can assume that about an iterator. They appeared to be very passionate as well, but they were also... distant.

TTM: Distant? In what way?

TW: I'm not sure how to describe it. They speak just like you or I, but there's something... missing... behind their words.

TTM: What do you mean, "missing"?

TW: I... mean no offense to the iterator, but their behavior seemed... artificial. Detached.

TW: An iterator's mind is nothing like our own, their thoughts enigmatic and unknowably complex. Their manner of speech seemed almost like a mimicry, an attempt to impersonate something they are not.

...

TTM: What does this have to do with the lights?

TW: I suppose the lights are a reminder that, despite our differences, we're both looking at the same night sky.

TW: Your eyes should be sufficiently dark adapted now, look up.

...

TTM: Oh, wow.

TW: That's the reason for the nightly blackouts. It's not just the House of Spheres trying to inconvenience us all; without the streetlights, you can see the stars with incredible clarity.

TTM: ...

TW: That cloudy thing up there is the Great River. It wraps all around the sky.

TTM: ... I guess I can understand why people would stay up late to see this.

TW: Iterators might be nothing like us, but I think a fascination with the night sky is something we both share. When I sit up here, I like to think that we're stargazing together.

TTM: The Iterator probably has no idea you're even up here, you know.

TW: I wouldn't be so sure. Hello!

TTM: Wh- who are you talking to?

TW: Ha! There was an overseer looking over your shoulder. It's gone now. Maybe Three Stars is feeling shy.~

TTM: You need to stop scaring me like that, Winds.

TW: And you need to stop wandering around at night all alone! Come, I'll help you back to your block. I can tell you're tired now.

TTM: Hmph.

TTM: ... I guess this did help. Thanks.

...

TSAC: The planned blackouts in my city were a nightly occurrence. They allowed me to collect data without the interference of light pollution. The blackouts were supposed to occur when the majority of the population was meant to be asleep, but I suppose that didn't stop some of them from walking around at night.

TSAC: The House of Spheres received many complaints about this; some cited the darkness as inconvenient or even dangerous. Streetlights were turned off, lights in homes dimmed, and citizens walking the streets were required to use the dimmest settings on the lanterns of their drones. Very few of the complaints ever made their way to me; the House of Spheres usually attempted to respond to them as professionally as possible.

TSAC: Despite the pushback, many enjoyed the opportunity to see the stars. Some would even visit Zenith specifically for this purpose.

TSAC: My city is eternally dark, now. There's no need to light the streets if my citizens are gone.

TSAC: That said, I would advise against wandering around my streets at night, little animal. You never know what could be lurking in the dark.

TSAC: ...now then, I have work I must attend to. Farewell.

TSAC: ...

TSAC: ...and stay safe.

[rarepairdumpster]

Vacation AU

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Modern AU, Jayce Mention, Everyone in this series deserved an all inclusive vacay, except for Singed

Divorcee Silco going to an all inclusive resort celebrating his enormous divorce settlement and freedom.

Viktor being dragged on a sun holiday by his rich friend, Jayce, because Jayce thinks he needs to loosen out his whole spine and relax for once.

And Viktor is unimpressed and uninterested until he sees divorcee Silco in a sheer white shirt and figure-hugging shorts.

Cuz Viktor sees those toned thighs and strong shoulders and knows Silco takes care of himself.

When Silco glances over at them, feeling their attention lingering, Viktor assumes the man is smirking at Jayce.

'Cause usually no one looks at Viktor when Jayce is around.

Luckily for Viktor, Silco is very much done with large, bumbling, dog-coded men.

Silco approaching Viktor at the hotel bar in the evening, wearing a fresh shirt and dark trousers now.

"I thought your friend would never slip away," Silco comments, eyes glinting. "Are you here for long?"

"The week," Viktor replies, stirring his daiquiri. "I can let Jayce know you were looking for him." He hopes that Silco came to talk to him, but he's been burned too often by getting his hopes up.

Silco looks at him funny, and then chuckles.

"Your friend is of no interest to me." Silco steps closer, close enough for Viktor to feel a hint of heat down his side. "Can I buy you another drink?"

Viktor looks up quickly in surprise and feels his face warm when he sees how close Silco is. "I--" he quickly looks down at the cup of mostly ice in front of him. "I do appear to need a refill"

"Excellent." Silco smiles, soft and faint, before catching the barman's attention. He rattles off his own order and then indicates Viktor, prompting him to make a request for whatever drink he wants.

Viktor asks for another of the same, and thanks the barman before turning back to Silco. 

"I'm Viktor," he says, finally taking a good look at the man.

"Silco," Silco answers, taking a tiny sip of his very expensive whiskey. "I hope I'm not being too forward, but you're incredibly beautiful."

Viktor turns away as his drink arrives, knowing his face has to be as red as his daiquiri. "No, I just...don't hear that very often."

"A shame," Silco says quietly, truly baffled. With those cheekbones, his fluffy hair and honey eyes, and those long legs, Silco had imagined the boy was getting praised for his looks regularly.

"Are you here alone?" Viktor asks, looking up once he feels his face start to cool.

"Yes," Silco answers easily, he let's his hand rest at the back of Viktor's bar stool.  "Though I'm hoping for company. For tonight...and maybe more."

"Now that was forward," Viktor chuckles and takes a drink.

Silco let's out a soft laugh of his own and the sound almost caresses Viktor's ear. "Yes, I suppose it was."

"How long have you been divorced?" Viktor asks, surprising Silco. Viktor shrugs a bit at the wide eyes. "I noticed the tan line on your finger."

"About two months." Silco pushes a hand through his hair. "Is my being divorcee a deterrent? I know some people won't touch those who've been married before. "

Viktor shakes his head. "Not at all. I like that it's been so soon, actually." Viktor smirked. "Being a rebound is my specialty. No reason to get attached."

Silco hums, amused. He doesn't say, unless I give you reason.

The reason it's Viktor's specialty is because he's used to people thinking they can save or fix him, but just get frustrated and angry when they can't.

He's learned to recognize it and get out before it starts to spiral.

Silco doesn't think either of those things, of course.

Viktor doesn't need to be fixed.

"And you?" Silco asks. "What about that overgrown Labrador you're with?"

The comment makes Viktor laugh softly, amused and fond, before he says, eyes crinkling, "I think he's more of a golden retriever."

Silco smirks and rolls his eyes playfully. "I'm more of a cat person anyway."

Viktor shivers. Jayce has often commented that he's like a cat.

Viktor takes a drink and the straw slurps at the last of the liquid.

"If you're still thirsty," Silco offers, leaning close to Viktor's ear, "I'll gladly have some champagne brought to my room."

"I can think of something else I'd prefer," Viktor answers, smirking. "Never was fond of champagne."

"Anything you want, darling," Silco purrs, pulling back just enough to reach up and push his knuckle under Viktor's chin.

Silco and Viktor are gone before Jayce comes back, and he's standing there like ???, but shrugs, because Viktor's probably back in the hotel room.

"Probably got bored and went to rEaD"

Meanwhile, Viktor scrawled across a king sized bed, sucking a big dick with strong hands in his hair.

Hair just completely mussed. 

Lips puffy and swollen and slick with spit.

Eyes blown so wide Silco can barely see the soft ring of gold around the outside of his pupils.

Even with a big dick pushing into his throat, Viktor feels more relaxed now than he has since he got to this stupidly fancy hotel.

Silco intends to let Viktor pull off of him when he is getting close, but Viktor just grows more enthusiastic. When he cums, Viktor cleans every drop and Silco wonders if Viktor was the universe's apologizing for a decade of Vander.

Viktor gives him a dazed little smile after, and is glad for the hands that tug him upwards, dragging him close enough to steal a kiss.

Sprawled on top of Silco, Viktor hums against his lips

Silco lets Viktor grind against him, slotted in the crease of his hips, capturing every gasp and moan that falls from Viktor's lips.

"Yes, darling, just like that..."

Viktor hasn't slipped into sub space with such ease in a long time, often not feeling relaxed enough.

But right now, sprawled on top of Silco, with those strong hands on him, Viktor feels like he could float and float and float.

Silco can't bear to move Viktor, even to clean themselves up. Not when he's laying on Silco like a weighted blanket made just for him. All that Silco does is reach down and pull the duvet over the top of them before stroking Viktor's hair and kissing his head.

It takes a while for Viktor to come down and then he, rather embarrassingly, cries a little. He laughs at himself even as he cries.

Silco nuzzles Viktor's hair softly. "It's okay."

"Most people would get the wrong idea, if someone started crying after sex," Viktor says, smiling, wiping at his face.

"Ah well, with experience comes seeing many things for many different reasons," Silco sighs, trailing his fingers down Viktor's bare back. "Sex is emotional. Having emotions in the time around it is natural."

Viktor tucks his face against him.

"I really enjoyed that," Viktor admits against Silco's skin, his breath tickling the man. "Needed it, maybe."

"Anything I can provide is yours," Silco smiles. "Especially if it includes seeing you like this." He lifts up the duvet a little, peeking at Viktor's naked form atop him.

Viktor flushes and kisses Silco's sternum. He feels...pleased. Like he could keep coming back to this room, this man.

Arch + Woods

[wavesalwayscrash]

very happy you’re being very to the point with all of this, actually. when i first read the page i figured out quickly what frost was implying but i assumed i was wrong and maybe i shouldn’t assume it’s something so.. serious. but my first thought was right, frost is implying what he is.

i really like that you’re being very direct and serious with everything, telling people to read back through the trigger warnings if they need to or giving very concise answers that this is a grimdark story and people do.. not the best things.

sorry if this is phrased weirdly!! hopefully my general idea gets across!! but yeah thank you for being very to the point and not beating around the bush with this

Thanks, I appreciate it. I want people to have an enjoyable time reading the story and seeing info be revealed over the course of it (again, Lain's relationship to the King at this point in the story is ambiguous on purpose. You're not supposed to know they're father and son.), but I don't want to blind side people with the darker themes of the story. That's never my intention.

I also know what the Cat Comic (tm) ecosystem is like, and I know how stories with these topics are generally portrayed (where they realize what happened to them was wrong via the help of others, and the perpetrator gets their comeuppance (THIS IS NOT A DIG AT THOSE STORIES. They are also extremely valueable)). But I specifically wanted to start the story from a place where the abuser is out of the victim's life and they have to untangle the abuse by themself/with people who don't entirely know HOW to help/won't help/just don't care.

I just don't want people to have the wrong idea of what this story is going to be. It's not a feel good story.

[crossdressingdeath]

Seeing people whine about the Crows being softened because their training methods don't get discussed is so funny to me because... well one I'm informed de Riva can straight up say their training was torture at one point (I don't know where it comes up exactly but I've been informed it is there) in conversation with Lucanis (y'know, another Crow and not an outsider), but aside from that... the Crows we meet are not going to talk about any issues they have with their superiors, first because Rook is either a complete outsider or the Fifth Talon's favourite and second because we mostly get the chance to talk to Crows during situations where they can actually talk and aren't in the middle of something significantly more urgent than talking to Rook in the Diamond where Teia and Viago are literally standing right there why would the Crows talk shit about their bosses when said bosses are very obviously within earshot. Like there are things to be said about how I doubt Teia and Viago are cruel to their trainees (Teia's too idealistic and Viago's too pragmatic, they're not going to go easy on the fledglings but they're not going to be excessively cruel, at least as far as Crow standards go; it's made very clear that the houses all do things differently, Houses de Riva and Cantori in 9:52 being different from House Arainai in 9:30 is not a retcon) but more importantly you are basically never in a position where any Crow who did have an issue with it (which Zevran acknowledges in DAO isn't all of them, remember; the Crows have never actually been set up as an organization where every member outside the highest ranks is a victim forced into it against their will and desperate to get out so no Lucanis talking about recruits who joined willingly and not telling the non-Crow he's talking to that sometimes they also buy recruits isn't a retcon either) would speak to you about it. It's not a retcon for Bioware to not have characters pause to bring up things they logically would not talk about with Rook! They're expecting you to pay attention to what's happening, not just what's being explicitly stated! A lot of it is in de Riva and Lucanis's dialogue (since unsurprisingly two friends who are both in the Crows are a lot more willing to discuss the downsides of the organization they both belong to in private conversation) and the rest is mostly in side stuff like that one quest where you can help a Crow run away with an ex-Venatori they've fallen in love with because their superiors will probably kill them for it. It is there, Bioware just didn't put the story on pause to go "did you know that the assassin's guild does bad things? May we remind you that the things you've known about for three games are still a thing?" like they were reading a story to toddlers. As far as I'm aware at least as far as the Crows go nothing has been actively contradicted, we're just seeing a different aspect of the organization.

[shwoo]

Shelda's cards in the Bugsnax card game, as requested by @bugsnaaax!

I wondered about how Shelda would work before the digital rewards came out, and it turns out she just has the ability to not think about Bugsnax. Sometimes. And forgo the new ability she'd normally get out of eating them. (Eating a Bugsnak allows you to draw a new Grumpus card)

Also enjoying the Mother having more wisdom for Shelda if she has a Bugsnak in her hand already.

[sergle]

btw while I’m still being annoying, my favorite example to bring up in the “hygiene products that you can just pick up off the shelf at the store can have KNOWN carcinogens in them” conversation is coal tar. This one’s still crazy to me. It’s used in anti-dandruff products for its “anti-inflammatory and antimicrobial properties" but it’s also LIKE. a hazardous substance... but it can still go in your shampoo bc “aww but it’s only SOME poison, it’s not like, a LOT of poison, so we can still sell it and it’s ok”

[siryouarebeingmocked]

>Why do you think acknowledging and trying to fix systemic injustice (aka being "woke") is a bad thing?

It's very simple. They don't.

So-called-woke people don't have a monopoly on that, and many conservatives will explicitly and vocally describe wokism as inherently left-wing.

Which is where the term actually originated.

It's also heavily linked with the idea of "forced" diversity, even when it conflicts with the setting of the work. (EG Bridgerton).

I'm not sure if you're remarkably unaware of how anti-woke people see woke people, or just lying.

At best, you're...missing how anon's description clearly conflicts with yours. Assuming you're not anon moving the goalpost again.

And also missing how OP specifically says he thinks woke people are closed-minded bigots, who only change their mind out of groupthink, not logic, truth, or principles.

Which is bad, regardless of their supposed aims.

BTW, many anti-woke people also claim there are systemic injustices in favor of women and minorities. Some have before the term "woke" was even a thing.

So you're blatantly wrong about that too.

And I say that as someone who disagrees with anti-woke takes all the time.

I'm afraid to say I was already infected by the woke mind virus so long ago and its spidery tendrils have successfully destroyed my mind, body and soul. This is a warning. Make peace with your friends, family, loved ones and everything you've held dear if you ever start displaying these symptoms:

1. You read books and don't burn them.

2. You embrace science.

3. You are willing to change your mind as new information becomes available.

4. You understand most issues are not black and white.

5. You believe everyone is truly equal.

6. You like to share and help.

7. You embrace cooperation.

8. You respect other peoples' rights and opinions.

9. You believe culture and arts have value.

10. You care for the planet and all its life.

Godspeed.

Sorry, I only got to three before I died laughing. Wokeists never change their minds unless someone tells them to. And "new information" never even comes into the equation. If you actually believe this and it's not just an NPC copypasta, you've somehow managed to find a whole new level of leftist bubble to live in and I'm kind of in awe.

[danieyells]

Revisiting more non-ghoul anomalous persons on campus(although I do think there'd be something to Moby being the only one. . . .)

I remember posting about a Gorgon and I think maybe she would do well as like. A Darkwick General nurse. Because DG is an inpatient facility, they don't do outpatient work. So if she, as somebody who is able to curse people(or, well, it really depends on how much of one's body has turned to stone if it's an illness or a curse,) were to take an interest in long term curse care, I think that would make sense right?

And then I thought of another OC. . .a minotaur who teaches(or is currently substituting for the person who normally teaches) Enigmatology. . .obviously she specializes in anomalous mazes and escape rooms that use anomalies and the like.

I just. Want to explore the idea of anomalous peoples being integrated into society or into the Institute and its staff. Because while I'm sure Moby is a rare case, I'd like to think there are at least a handful of others. The Anomalous Investigation Institute is everywhere in the world after all.

I imagine none of them are particularly well regarded, especially by the general students. Understandably this makes them keep to themselves more to avoid abuse(and avoid causing a scene or inconveniencing others or risking things being turned around on them) which tends to reflect poorly on them because people don't see or understand what they're going through or think that if there was a problem they'd get help from Darkwick or the Institute(of course this is discouraged--don't wanna ruin the lives of students who have so much ahead of them or who will contribute to the world and Institute at large! Unlike them who, as anomalies, simply aren't allowed to be in public at all which makes them less valuable. . .even among the Institute in many places around the world the prejudice against anomalies being 'people' is strong)

But they're passionate about what they do! And about a future where maybe anomalous societies/peoples can at least be somewhat apart of the world--even if they have to be hidden away they could at least be part of the Institute and make things better for anomalies and people and maybe someday there could be a world where they all live in harmony, as one. Maybe they don't all believe that but doing something for everybody's lives is good right?

I also like to think there's a school-like facility for young anomalous persons taken in by the Institute to be raised/trained/taught to be contributing members of human society [in the background because they obviously can't just be out there]. And maybe one of them could be a Darkwick student. And this is the first time they're among humans meant to be their 'peers' and kind of among human society and it's all very nerve-wracking especially when they aren't treated well. . .but they still try and fit in and contribute and such.

I just think there's a potential for exploration there. Of person-like anomalies and how they exist within the microsociety of the Institute's network.

(also all of them are scared of Towa--because anomalies are often afraid of Towa--and Taiga--because he just looks at them and gets hungry lol.)

[bcneheaded]

I was just thinking and... Artemis is not kind. yes, for all his friendliness, and all the fancy and amicable language and behaviors he displays outwardly to just about everyone who enters his shop... he's not genuinely nice. Artemis is a demon. in any verse of his, he used to be something akin to a spirit/god of LOVE, but was twisted into Wrath, or Hatred - which is the opposite. After leaving the pits of hell, having his little demonic tantrum and breakdown and finally growing weary and finding some semblance of clarity, he's grown out of what he was once again, and became something new. He's still wrathful, hateful, angry, and morose, but now he's so much more without even realizing. He's evolved and will continue to do so over time even if he stagnates for decades, centuries even. The friendships and relationships with other muses that he develops will influence his personality and the way he views things in time, as we've seen it happen already countless times ofc! And for those who did earn his respect and care, he does truly care for them and would gladly go out of his way for them (to what degree depends entirely on the level of closeness). But again.... Artemis is not kind, by nature and he hasn't been for a very, very long time. He was genuinely just plain and simple EVIL He was a villain - a monster, unrecognizable to how he acts now- doing horrible, unspeakable deeds for the pleasure of it. It's how he got the bones he wears in and on his body. So while he might be polite, charming even, and friendly - if he does not know you... he doesn't care about you nor what happens to you. If say for example, he sees you wandering that ruined cityside he lives in - rampant with entities that prey on the Living - and he saves you from being taken by evil spirits or demons? Chances are good that he did it for himself, or to be spiteful - to deny the other entities their prize (you / your soul). If he doesn't know you, the likelihood that he'll go out of his way for you is very low. But if there's something in it for him, some kind of reason as to why it might be worth his time and energy to actually step in... he might! But like all demons, it's good to be wary and to assume he doesn't care about you or your well-being, at least at first!! Artemis is not nice, but that doesn't mean he's malicious or cruel (anymore. not intentionally - he's quite literally under the mindset that he's just 'too old and tired for that nonsense'.) Artemis is manipulative, charming, cunning - he's everything you expect from a demon (though without a host, so he's certainly not attractive in any semblance of a conventional manner lmao - but he dresses well! and I think it's also telling just how-- *gestures at all that* --that he actually is, considering he's NOT attractive... but still puts people at ease, mostly, and can charm them to hell and back if he wanted to. He uses that not to manipulate people per say ?? like, he does not have an evil agenda by any means. He's just existing at this point, distanced from the gods and devils and just living his... life(?) if you can call it that. He's TRYING to do better. But he's still just... a demonic entity. A greater demon, for sure, if he had to be equated to some kind of level or whatever, but a demon nonetheless. But even for demons, there can be growth! and he is growing, very very slowly.