#You can’t be talking like that Wasp baby

[solacedeer]

my art process because its there

unfinished clothes + detailed face you need to zoom in to properly see is my artstyle now

#i put the image in my drawing app. And I turn the opacity down low and Sketch over that #this is soo ikepri unrelated but whatever #mm #ikepri oc #her tongues always out i literally just think its cute i dunno 😭 #You can’t be talking like that Wasp baby #psa she’s making a face. Puffing air into her cheeks

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Trailer park Steve AU part 43

part 1 | part 42 | ao3

cw: references to sex, post-coital sad boy feelings but it’s comforting i hope, once again swirling the religious drain

“You look like you just saw God,” Eddie says fondly as he pulls his fingers out.

“Pretty sure I am God,” Steve mumbles, winded and floating, watching the stars in his vision skitter across the ceiling in pretty popping swirls of white. His ass still feels full, phantom ache of Eddie's fingers. They live there now. “Or maybe you are, I don’t know.”

Eddie leans down to plant a firm kiss on his lips, sure and steady, overflowing with affection.

Steve’s heart is gonna pump so hard it bursts.

“Well,” Eddie murmurs into the kiss. “Amen to that.”

Later, after Eddie adds his own mess to Steve's skin, after he kisses him all over and cleans him up and lays them down on their sides, face to face like they were that first night — in the morning; if you still mean it, ask me then — Steve dares to break the silence. Murmurs "hey" so quietly he's not sure Eddie will hear.

"Hmm?" Eddie props his head up on his hand, giving Steve the full attention of those big, dark eyes.

"I, uh, I just wanted to say thanks."

Eddie's brows waggle suggestively.

“Oh, my god.” Steve gives him a weak shove, tapping lightly at his shoulder, and Eddie flops onto his back like he's been struck; groans like he’s dying and then rolls back up with a gentle laugh. “Well,” Steve rolls his eyes like he isn't smiling, too, "for that, too, I guess."

"He guesses.”

"Shut up. I'm trying to be sincere."

Eddie twists an invisible lock; seals his smiling lips shut and throws away the key.

"I just..."

He can do this.

He can. If Eddie hasn't judged him yet, then...

"I like that you. Y'know. You ask me. About stuff." Eddie hums in question, so Steve clarifies: "You pry." Shit. That was rude. "Not that it's prying if I want you to! That's not— that's not even really the word I'm thinking of. Or maybe it is, but, like, not the right conno- commo—"

Jesus.

Why can't his mouth ever just cooperate?

Eddie strokes a soothing hand down his side, letting it settle in the dip of his waist. Silent, steady encouragement. Patient and warm; always so gentle with him.

When Steve speaks again he stares directly at Eddie's chin, lets the words spill out on a muted mumble, like if he says them low and soft and fast enough then maybe god won't hear. "I just mean that you- you actually listen. I know I'm not the most, like, open about talking about my feelings and shit, but most people in my life are— well, I mean, most of them are kids, so that's probably part of it, but…”

He takes a deep breath; feels it rattle behind his ribs. “It’s like I say 'I'm fine' and they hear 'Steve's fine.' Like, 'Oh, Steve? Yeah, he's fine; he's totally fine. He got hit in the head again, but he's fucking fine.'"

There’s salt in his throat.

He swallows around the angry lump swelling there — a wasp nest in his soft tissues and he's swinging blindly with a bat — but he can’t stop now, the confession already pouring from between his trembling lips. "It just makes me wonder, like, am I that good of an actor? Or do they all just hear what the want to hear? You know? Like- like maybe I'm not worth the effort; maybe no one wants to lift the lid to clean the mold growing under it, or..."

He sniffs pitifully, can hardly see for the fresh tears. "I don't know. I don’t know."

“Baby.” Eddie's eyes are heartbreaking; Steve looks away again.

"I just like that you see me,” he confesses to Eddie’s shirt. “You listen. You care."

Eddie’s arms tighten around him; draw him in against his chest. “For as long as you want me to, baby, I swear.”

—

It’s easier, after that. Feels lighter; feels right when he spends his free time at Eddie’s side, laughing and smoking and fucking around; playing passenger princess as he goes to make his deals. Take on Me’s playing on the radio, and Steve looks over and sees him subtly bobbing his head to the beat.

“A-ha!” he says, pointing a Cheeto at him in triumph. “It’s catchy; admit it.”

Eddie rolls his eyes like he isn’t actively drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “Only because it’s designed to be, you little preppy pop prince fucker.”

“Hey!” Steve throws the Cheeto at his hair and laughs, “Fuck you!”

“Careful there, tiger,” Eddie answers with an easy grin, leaning over to squeeze Steve’s leg suggestively. Bearing down on the scratch marks he left there last night. “Might get what you ask for.”

“Oh, yeah?” Steve quips. “Gonna fuck yourself for me?”

It’s bratty. Steve knows it; resists the urge to stick out his tongue.

A muscle ticks in Eddie’s jaw. “Gonna fuckin’ fuck something,” he mutters darkly to the windshield, and Steve laughs and sings along to the next verse.

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part 44

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I usually don’t like to delve into drama, but I can’t stay silent any longer. Mod Hebi of @fuckyeahmugiwaras is an EXTREMELY predatory individual. I will not be disclosing any of my sources, for my safety and theirs, as she has an irl documented history of hostility towards her critics.

To start, Mod Hebi is inappropriately fond of Straw Hat Luffy (who she met irl when she was in her 30s and he was 17). I’ve been told she’s tried to flirt with him on several occasions, given him large gifts, and tried to guilt him into choosing time with her over his female crewmates.

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[ms-scarletwings]

Endearing through the Alien Lens: A Clue About the Primitive Irken?

I love literary xenobiology. I love it a whole lot, in fact. There’s a paradoxical line I dance across, between criticizing intelligent fictional aliens for their likeness to our species, and criticizing them for their unlikeness. It’s a pretentious and laughable dance between “Come on, the sky’s the limit, there’s no real reason for a bucket of different extraterrestrial races to just all be more flavors of quirky humanoids! Boring, show me something actually alien!!” and the yearn for the use of alien races as a funhouse mirror of mankind’s own evolution. I think the way Irkens nonchalantly dwell somewhere on that subjective tightrope is a good part of why I can’t seem to stop thinking about them.

They are inspired and yet creatively original. They are truly alien, and yet, they can still play foil to the bottomlessly decadent humanity that Vasquez’s Earth has set the stage for.

Before, in the very first brain dump I let loose about them, I noted a few of their parallels to the worst in Homo sapiens and the insects they resemble. This time, something is chewing on me that i haven’t seen another put into perspective. A something that seems contradictory to our collective view of the heartless, sexless, atomized conquerors that all of the cosmos will fear:

They… have parental instincts.

I didn’t necessarily say drives or wants; however, they undeniably havewhat seems to be an actual, instinctual “cuteness response”. Like us, like social pack animals which invest a great deal of resources and time into their young. Given that the closest thing that 100% of smeets born on the home world get to call a parental figure is a literal cold, unfeeling, automated machine, this seems kind of weird, doesn’t it? They’re not even born like mammals or nested like birds, they’re mass produced, like hived wasps or ants, miles beneath their actual society and out of the business of the adults. So, what the heck with them being written to be humanized with this baseless, arbitrary trait?

But, ah ah ah, nitpicker Scarlet, it’s not baseless. It’s only ✨vestigial✨

Y’all could probably make a good guess to what the cuteness response is and why it exists in Homo sapiens, but to sum up- it’s the phenomenon of when we see something we find “cute” and it makes us react to it in a protective, nurturing fashion- or also want to bite/squeeze things, weirdly, if it’s just too damn cute. Well, what do humans find cute? Things that resemble human infants, basically. It’s a biological reflex that makes us want to defend and provide care for our kind’s absurdly dependent and slow-developing young, rather than abandon them in the shrubbery like they’re just screamy, food-leeching paperweights.

“Pff, really? Well I must be special cause I don’t even LIKE babies. I think babies are icky gross, not cute! So, genetic instinct my ass!”

I hear you, sure, but what about… harp seals? Or koalas, or pandas and puppies and fawns and kittens? Or funny little cartoon blorbos? At bare minimum you’d have to be an alien yourself to feel nothing looking at photos of young hedgehogs

See, the fact that a lot of us may often find baby animals a great amount more endearing than even humans’ is not even in conflict with this understanding of cuteness.

The concept of the “baby schema” was formally proposed in 1943 by Konrad Lorenz, an Austrian ethologist. Fun fact is he was also the same researcher who originally observed and described imprinting behaviors, as seen in newly hatched waterfowl. Point is that his “Kindchenschema” idea grouped together a handful of infantile traits that make fireworks go off in the parts of your brain that wants to keep things alive and baby-talk to them. Included on the list were features like proportionally large heads, big eyes, round faces, short noses, etc. despite the name, the baby schema’s effect is something applied not to just actual babies, but children generally, and even in our reactions to non-human animals.

It’s the hypothesis behind both why we’ve jacked up the skulls of so many small dog breeds in the name of aesthetics and why we generally find the portraits on the left side of this image more appealing to look at than the ones on the right.

The consistency of these features across many species may also give some hint that they experience a similar phenonemon, especially given that these are traits shared among bird or mammalian offspring which require significant attention and protection to survive. And, it may also explain why this image likewise gives me a huge dose of that sweet, sweet response.

Awww, look at that lil’ mans! Look at his teeny noodle arms!! I just wanna pinch him like a marshmallow!

YOU are not immune to cuteness psychology, and neither are the proud Irken warriors. I’m going to cite Zim’s proclivity to what I can only describe as paternal bonding as a demonstration of this response, but before you go reminding me about his pak defects, it’s far from the only evidence that this is a natural Irken trait.

Check out little Timmy (importantly, the surrounding response to him), a hilariously out of place youngster who appeared briefly in the trial transcript for the sole purpose of a dark gag and to get us some lore revealed.

Take further note of the complimentary nature of smeets themselves.

Suddenly finding themselves alive, fresh Irken babies too, like the hatched gosling, begin to immediately seek an emotional attachment with the first animate thing they see. While mobile and fast learners, smeets are far from being able to truly fend for themselves. They’re tiny and naive and they need lots of mental enrichment/teaching. They also play and form something akin to friendships, much like human children. In the bygone era before Irkens were so reliant on Paks and all of the advanced technology of the modern empire, smeets would have been exceedingly vulnerable. All signs point to a phase in Irk’s natural history where they were once nurtured after by adults of their own kind, and commonly bonded with their caretakers. This could mean compact family units, or maybe even a communal raising situation, akin to penguin crèches (Personally I like to headcanon that the tallests/queens were traditionally the only breeding members of the population but that’s neither here or now). Either sense, the evolutionary remnants of a parental creature are still around.

Taking all that to note, instead of perceiving Zim as the bizarre outlier to the Irken condition when it comes to having this soft spot, I instead see him as an opportunity to see natural behaviors in action without the suppression of his militarized society and its distractions. Even someone as warped and selfish as he can be is still very, very full of love to give that he doesn’t even understand enough language to describe. He pretty clearly shows he has no cultural understanding or reference of cuteness, and still, he’s not so different in this “weakness” than the very humans he manipulated into fawning over Ultra Peepi. It just took an example his own sensibilities could relate to instead of an unfamiliar, repulsive alien rodent.

And when he’s given the rare circumstance to show that potential, well-

*(With the rough shape/size down, no nose, and huge, bug-like eyes, Li’l Meat man may actually be a great approximation of the key “smeet schema” features. More importantly, it was made to specifically resemble Zim himself)

- I feel that’s downright adorable.

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[gyupinkys]

BOO BEAR

Boo Seungkwan x fem reader.

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Seungkwan's got jokes for days. But whenever you're around he gets tongue tied. You're just so pretty and your hair is so nice and you smell so good and your smile is so bright and you never say hi to him which makes him want you more and- ok he's rambling.

WARNINGS: MURDER, GUNS, TORTURE, KIDNAPPING, sub seungkwan, dom reader, oral (m&f receiving), face sitting, hand job, overstimulation, degradation, a lot of good boy, basically seungkwan being barbie.

“Get to the point.” you sigh.

“I need a favor”

You laugh. He can’t be serious.

“Cheol, the fuck do you want?”

“I need you to find out when Momo plans to leave the country.”

Momo? You hate that bitch with a passion. “You know we don’t get along.”

“I know, but I really need to know.”

“Why?”

“Because her husband won’t go anywhere without her. If I find out when they leave I can plan my strike. You know he crossed me and I don’t take that shit lightly.”

“And what's in it for me?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Oh? You should be careful with those words.”

“Don’t make me regret this Y/N.”

“You offered and there's no take backs.”

He sighs in response looking at you expectantly.

“I want Seungkwan to work with me.”

“Done.” 

“Well I’ll see what I can do.” you smile, shaking hands with him.

You get up and let yourself out. You’re here so often you navigate it like it's your real home. As you enter the living room you see his little minions sitting around the couch. You scan your eyes for the little blonde one. He’s sitting at the edge of the couch pretending he doesnt see you. You walk up behind him and drape your arms over his shoulders. “Now this isn’t the treatment I'd want from my boo bear.”

He sucks in a deep breath. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You dramatically pout. “Why do you never say hi to me?”

His eyes widened. “You never say Hi to me! You usually walk in and out without even looking at me. I try to talk to you all the time!”

“Well it clearly bothers you.” you giggle.

He slits his eyes at you. “Whatever.” he says with a very judgemental eye roll.

“We’ll be seeing a lot more of each other real soon my boo bear.” you say and take your leave, not before giving him a kiss on the cheel, leaving him wide eyed and confused.

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The next time you see Seungkwan he’s standing outside a cafe, speaking dramatically on the phone while sipping an iced americano.. typical.

You drive by him and roll your windows down. 

“What’s got you so worked up boo?”

He looks over to you taken aback. 

“What are you doing here?” he says, trying to act cool.

You smirk at him. “Get in the car, baby.”

His ears turn red. You make him so fucking nervous. The butterflies in his stomach are feeling more like wasps, he could get used to you calling him baby.

“Hoshi, I gotta go.” he says and hangs up, sliding into the car with no questions. 

“Where are we going? Wait, how did you even find me?”

“Don’t worry about that. We need to go shopping.”

“For what?”

You look over to him when you stop at the light, slightly confused. “Did Cheol not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

'Well let's keep it a surprise.’ you say and ruffle his hair. God, he’s so cute.  The way he’s so nervous around you makes you want to see how he’d act of you fucked him. Would he blush when you lick his tip? Start stuttering when you sink down on his cock? Babbling when he starts begging you to cum? Stop. You need to focus on the road, you feel like you’re constantly stopping yourself from jumping his bones. 

You drive downtown and park near Chanel. You can tell he’s a Chanel man. You walk in with him in tow. “Choose whatever you want Baby, I need you looking nice and pretty for me.”

He chokes on his americano. “What’s the event?”

You turn to him and smile, running your hands across the collar of his shirt. 

“What? I can’t just want you to look nice for me?”

“F-for you?” he asks with wide eyes.

“Seungkwan, it’s obvious I like you, why do you keep acting oblivious? You think it doesn't hurt me when you act like this?” you whine with a dramatic sigh. “And why do you never make me laugh? Are your jokes reserved for everyone else?” you pout. 

“No, no! It’s not you. I just get so nervous around you.” he groans.

“If you weren't so pretty it wouldn’t be so hard.” he says under his breath.

“What was that?” you ask even though you heard him clearly.

“Nothing, oh look at that jacket, I would look so sexy in it.” he says quickly walking away from you. 

He tries on several outfits, suits, and shoes, being very picky about the fit and color. He decides on several pieces, almost all navy blue to which you shake your head to. You walk to the register and listen to him ranting about his last trip with Jeonghan and Seokmin and he had to pay for a ride despite not riding it. “Wait, how did you convince Cheol to buy all this?”

“Cheol isn’t paying, I am.”

“Oh.” he says in shock. “Why?”

“Is it so bad I want my man to look nice?” you smirk.

“You’re actually driving me crazy.”

“That’s my goal.” You swipe your card without even looking at the price, visiting store after store, letting Seungkwan pick whatever he wants.

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“Seungkwan please do not fuck this up.” you say as you walk hand in hand with him into the charity gala.

“Y/N, When have I ever fucked something up?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Fuck off.” he says with an eye roll.

“Watch your tone with me Seungkwan.” you say with raised eyebrows.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. 

“I expect you to be on your best behavior ok? Be my good boy.”

A blush rises on his cheeks and he nods. This can go so badly if Momo finds out you’re fishing for information. That and being surrounded by ego filled mafia bosses will definitely lead to some kind of issue.

You walk in, grab a glass of champagne and lead Seungkwan to the main hall, laughter and chatter bouncing off the walls.

“Do you see her?” he whispers in your ear. 

“No. I’ll check upstairs and you stay down here, text me if you see her.” you respond, giving his hand a squeeze and heading up stairs. You look around and can’t see her anywhere. You spot her friend Nayeon speaking with a server so you decide to try your luck.

“Nayeon, long time no see.”

“Oh, Hi Y/N.” she says in the fakest voice you’ve ever heard. 

“How have you been?”

“I’ve been good. I got married a few months ago, when are you planning to do so? Or do you have no one interested?” she smiles, clearly mocking you.

“I’m married to my business. I don’t need a man to live happily.” you smile back.

“Hmm.” 

“Anyways, I’m actually looking for Momo. Have you seen her?”

“Uhhh, did you check downstairs? That's the last place I saw her.” she says, sounding slightly nervous.

This is fishy… why did she not ask why you’re looking for her? Bad, bad vibes.

“I’ll check.” you say with a tight smile.

You pull out your phone to text seungkwan, just for something to catch your eye. You look out the window and see Seungkwan alone with a dog. Where the fuck did he find a dog? And he’s picking up dog shit?  You start recording him, this will be great to use against him later. Too enthralled by his cuteness you fail to see the men sneaking up on him. In a second a punch lands on his jaw and another to his gut making him double over. He tries to fight back but is quickly overpowered by the rest of the men who quickly drag him away. What the fuck? You knew this was a fucking set up. You run down the rest of the stairs, trying not to trip in your heels and head outside, calling your head of security to follow Seungkwan. You tear off your heels and run to where he just was, pulling your gun out of your purse. But he’s already long gone as your men chase behind the van in their own cars. 

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Cheol has never seen you like this. Sure, he’s livid that Seungkwan is god knows where, but you’re on another level. It’s been a bloodbath, you’re interrogating anyone you can find, killing them whether they give you information or not. He knew you had a thing for Seungkwan but he didn’t know it ran this deep. He watches your guards dump your next target on the ground, hogtied. Well, this is gonna be something, he thinks to himself as you walk over to the person. 

You squat down next to the person, pulling the bag off their head. “Well, I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” you say in a deceivingly sweet voice. 

“You fucking bitch.” the woman grits as you pull out her gag.

“You’d think Momo would keep a better track of her friends. Or did she finally get rid of you?”

“When she finds out I’m here, she’ll have her husband kill your little boy toy.” Chaeyoung spits.

You see red. You can take a lot of things but you can’t take people talking about your man. She doesn’t deserve to even speak his name. You bash her head against the floor. “Where is he?” 

“Like I’ll ever tell you.”

“I’m sure you’ll crack eventually.”

Cheol watches you tear her apart. Not even bothering to ask her questions, knowing after losing enough fingers she’ll finally fold. After Chaeyoung’s thumb goes flying across the room she gives you what you want.

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Seungkwan has never been so upset. He’s not even that mad he’s locked in some dingy basement, he’s more mad that he got tricked by a fucking dog, AND he picked up it’s shit. And the broken nose also sucks. He hears the heavy door in front of him open and sees Momo walk in. He’s regretting all the awkward encounters in the past, thinking those moments are the reason for this.

“Seungkwan, I think I’m lucky. I get to kill two birds with one stone with you. I get to show Cheol to keep himself out of my business and send a little message to Y/N, show her she’ll never be better than me.”

He just side eyes her. Does she really think she’ll get away with this? The side eye somehow pisses her off more, making her punch him yet again on his nose, the rings on her hands making him start bleeding again. Fuck. He’s expecting you to burst through the door and save him but that doesn’t happen, he just keeps getting his ass beat staring at the door, waiting for you to come.

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You do come. Three days later, not that he’s counting. The sound of gunfire and yells wake him from his extremely uncomfortable sleep. He smiles, knowing it’s you coming to save him. He starts messing with his restraints, trying to slip free. The door flies open, only to see Momo run in and shut the door. 

“You’re not leaving here alive.” she says, running to the tool bench to grab a knife. Despite the pain around his body, Seungkwan shoots up and grabs her before she can grab a weapon. “You’re really a fucking bitch! And to think I picked up your dog's shit.”

Before she can respond the door flies open and instead of seeing your pretty face, he see’s Cheol, making him groan. 

“I come to save you and this is the reaction I get?” Cheol says with a pout.

“For fucks sake.”

The two of them wrangle Momo up and leave her to you. When they tie her to the chair Seungkwan was sitting in you walk in, hiding something behind your back. 

“Momo, a gift for you.” you smile, throwing her husband's head right into her lap making her scream. Even Cheol looks at you with wide eyes. You look at Seungkwan with wild eyes, genuinely looking insane. Seeing him beaten and bloody is making your blood boil, ready to kill anyone that moves. You wish you could’ve protected him better, he was left in your hands and you failed him. Sure, he’s not helpless, he could fend for himself, but you feel the need to take care of him, you can’t help yourself, he’s your boo bear. “What did she do with you?” you say cupping his face in your blood soaked hands. He doesn't have it in him to be scared, relieved you came for him. You gently touch his nose, seeing him wince. You roll your neck, trying to remain calm. “Let’s get you fixed up, ok?”

“Ok.”

You walk out with him, seeing him actively ignore the bodies around you two. You hear Mom screaming behind you, presumably being lifted and carried to a van. She won’t be having a good time in your basement.  

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“Seungkwan sit down.” you deadpan. 

“I’m fine!” he insisted.

You poke his rib, making him groan. “You’re not fine, lay down.”

It’s been about three weeks since you brought Seungkwan to your house and you’ve been forcing him to rest. He can't lie, being pampered by you is a dream come true, but being pampered by you means being touched by you, being doted on, and seeing more of you than he ever has. He swears you're doing this on purpose, coming out of the shower in just your towel, changing in front of him, walking around with no bra… he’s dying here. 

“I need some action! I’m so bored here.” he whines.

“You want some action?” you raise your eyebrows.

“Yes, all the guys are doing fun shit.”

You sit on the bed next to him. “You want to do some fun shit?”

“Yea.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know.” he groans, catching onto what you’re saying.

You climb up the bed and straddle him, watching his hands at his sides grip the bed sheets. “I have some ideas” you whisper while leaning in his ear. You can feel him getting hard beneath you, his squirming increasing tenfold. “I think I could start off by kissing you.” you whisper, beginning to kiss his face. His forehead, his eyes , his cheeks, and finally his lips making him groan again. Your hands roam his body while you kiss him, gripping and groping his chest, waist, hips, thighs. 

“God, baby. You’re so pretty under me.” 

He looks too overwhelmed to answer, probably shocked his dreams are coming true. “Kwanie, do you think I’m pretty too?” the strokes you’ve begun to give him, making it even harder for him to speak.

“I asked you a question." you say, pulling him out of his basketball shorts. 

“God, yes. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” he takes a deep breath when you spit on his tip and continues. “E-everytime I see you, I want- want to get down on my knees and beg for you to sit on my face. You don’t understand, Y/N you make me feel fucking insane.” he babbles.

“You flatter me.”

He shuts his eyes as you suck on his tip. Pulling off with a pop but still stroking him, you stay sternly, “Look at me Seungkwan.”

He’s fighting himself. It feels so good he feels like crying. Overwhelmed is an understatement, he feels like he got water after weeks in the desert, your presence is surrounding him completely. But he feels like he needs to listen to you.  He pries his eyes open to find you staring at him, making him shiver. He wasn’t lying when he said you're pretty, the first time you walked into the group's apartment, he genuinely thought he was going crazy. And when you smiled at him for the first time, he got hard like a pervert but he couldn’t help it. Now he thinks it's all paying off; your face stuffed with his cock, looking at him like you own him? He could cum right now. You take all of him easily, not even gagging. He bucks his hips into you, making you pause. You pull off of him. “Be good.”

Your voice is so stern he shudders, planting his hips to the bed and gripping the sheets harder. 

You climb further up the bed, resting on his chest. “Baby?”

“Yes?”

“I’m gonna sit on your face and I want you to eat me real good ok? I want you to show me how much you want to be mine. That’s what you want right? You wanna be my good boy?”

“Yes, yes, please. I wanna be your good boy.” he whines, gripping your hips and dragging you up to his mouth. He pulls all your weight down on him, immediately licking through your folds making you double over and grip his hair. “Fuck, just like that baby.”

The praise goes straight to head, he begins to suck and slurp, making a sticky wet mess all over his face. He encourages you to grind yourself over him as his hands sneak to your ass and squeeze. You pin his hands to the bed, making him partially immobile. “God, I’m gonna cum. You’re so fucking good for me.” Before you tip over the edge you hear a grunt and he strains against your hold. You look behind you and see cum all over his stomach and thighs. 

You tsk and climb off despite his whines and apologies. “To think I went out of my way to save you. I wanted my sweet boy back sooo bad, do you know how many people i killed? All because I thought you were my good boy, but I guess not.”

“No, I am your good boy.” he whimpers, the remnants of his orgasm still washing over him.

“Not after this.” you say and grip his still twitching length. “Well, If you want to cum so bad, I expect you to keep going.” You squeeze him hard and begin fast strokes. The whines leaving him have you leaking and rubbing your legs together.

“Y/n, I can’t take it.”

“Yes you can, you’re my good boy right? I want you to prove it.”

He groans. “Baby, please, I can’t take it anymore.”

“Just take everything I give you and don’t complain. You’re lucky I’m even touching you.” You squeeze him harder, leaning down to suck and lick his balls. 

“Cum in my mouth Baby. Now.”

You didn't have to tell him twice. He lets go, savoring the feelings of your hands and lips on him. He watches you catch all his cum on your tongue, moaning after each spurt. You lean up and push his mouth open, spitting his cum straight into his mouth. “Swallow.”

He swallows, ignoring the bitter taste and focusing on you. The effects of the second orgasm are clear. He’s shaking and twitching, but you're nowhere near done with him. You grab his length again making his eyes widen. “W-what are you doing?”

“I never said how many times I wanted you to cum.” you smirk, licking him from base to tip, ignoring the tears flowing from his eyes.

Seungwkan stares at the ceiling, knowing he’s in for a long night.

#seventeen smut #svt smut #seungkwan smut #boo seungkwan smut #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan fluff

[alatismeni-theitsa]

This might be a weird question but I’m first Generation Greek diaspora in Canada and I often feel disconnected from my culture. I have found out that I’m non-binary in some way and I want to change my name because it’s a very feminine name. However, it’s also a very Greek name, and I feel like erasing it in place of some WASP or USian name would make me feel even more disconnected from my culture. I’ve been looking online for Greek unisex name lists but they always have names that no Greek actually has or are not unisex. I know that we have a problem with naming people the same thing, I think like 50% of the Greek girls I meet are named Maria or some variant of it, but I have met some cool names people. Still, I want to choose a name that reflects my culture and my identity and I haven’t come out to my family yet so I can’t ask them. Anyways, I was just wondering if you could think of any off the top of your head or if you could recommend a baby name list. Sorry if this is hard I don’t mean to stress you out, I just don’t have many people who I can talk to about Greek culture

Hi! Perhaps you could go with Χάρις which is feminine but also sounds like Χάρης, the masculine name. ;) Or some other modern Greek names that end in -ις. (Which.... tbh I can't think of anything atm 😂) But feel free to check some and come back to ask if you can use them nowadays.

I am not non-binary and I don't have the energy or time to go to queer Greek spaces although I belong there 😅 This is to say that I am not aware of any solution that the Greek ΛΟΑΤΚΙ+ community has found for this. And that anyone who knows what's going on can fill us in.

The explanation/context:

It's true that Greek names are gendered so I cannot find anything from the top of my mind to suggest :/ I was about to suggest some more "powerful" Greek names (like Alexandra) but that would also suggest that there are "masculine" and "feminine" traits that belong only to a certain gender. I don't want to imply that war or physical power is strictly a "masculine" thing ya know, or that a "Maria" is automatically feminine and cannot be assertive or even fire a gun. Traits don't have "feminine" and "masculine" vibes to me, they are just human traits. After all, Greek women are known for their resilience and toughness, the ability to terrify anyone with merely a stare and a slipper/stick, and their fierceness when they make it into military ranks.

Tbh I think Greeks experience being non-binary beyond names. Names can be irrelevant. E.g. you can have a feminine or a masculine name and still be non-binary. English speakers often make a fuss about what names are masculine and feminine but I haven't seen Greeks care much about it. Greeks don't argue about what names are "more feminine". That's not how we see names and that's not how we connect them with gender. No one cares if they call you Melina and you have 100 piercings and ride a motorcycle. So in this society there's no thought to get rid of your name if it doesn't "match" your actions or basic expression.

Ofc you can change your name for whatever reason. I am only speaking on the Greek mindset about names and gender. The Greek non-binary people I've met in Greece go by their gendered baptism names. In online spaces only they go by English names, or just by their initials, as the English trend is.

Sometimes I also suspect that there are differences between what feels non-binary for a Greek and what feels non-binary for a Canadian. I might be completely wrong here, but I am letting this thought out there to see if there are indeed different perspectives. For example, I've felt a difference between local queerness in some cases, like when USians see a Greek woman with "αγορέ" short hair and...average person movements (not feminine or masculine I mean, just a person existing), and immediately switch to "they/them". Meanwhile for Greek society this person naturally falls into the "default woman" category and we wouldn't see any reason to not use she/her. (I'm talking about cases where the person also doesnt say anywhere that they are non-binary or that they use they/them pronouns.)

In aaaaany case, our societal norms, our histories, and presentations are not the same and for this reason I also applaud your decision to choose a name that reflects your culture and identity. As people we are a mix of many things and our characteristics carry a cultural flavour.

Given all this, and driven by practicality, I would say that it would be better to go with a feminine name (because of your physical presentation) but choose whatever feels better for you. Don't think of Greek names for females as "more or less" feminine, since that's not the Greek way of thinking.

More suggestions:

You can choose a name that honours your values, or a characteristic that you want to have or you are proud that you have. You can choose names that express concepts, like "wisdom" (Σοφία), "love" (Αγάπη), "freedom" (Ελευθερία/Ρία), "hope" (Ελπίδα), "salvation" (Σωτηρία), "reign" (Βασιλεία), "happy/beloved" (Ασπασία), grace (Χάρις).

Just because these words are feminine, it doesn't mean that they are feminine traits. They are feminine GRAMMATICALLY. Something that English speakers might not understand is that gendered language doesn't mean that you assign gender to things. Heck, even the chair is a feminine noun in Greek but no one suggests there's any feminine about a chair 😂"Dick" (yes the genitals) can also be a feminine word. (η πούτσα) Like, the feminine pronoun doesn't mean anything.

Sure, the connection between names and sex is strong in Greek, but not in the sense English speakers (or people who speak neutral-gender languages) might think. We can recognise Greek sexism and separatism but at the same time I think it's important to understand that each society sees different traits in the sexes and genders.

You could also choose names like "farmer" (Γιωργία, to suggest that you like to work the earth), or the name of some Greek goddess, or some Greek saint to show that you have their attributes. Or the name of an empress, or the name of an emperor but in its feminine version (e.g. Κωνσταντίνα). Maybe the name of a Muse, if you are a creative.

That's it from me 💙 Sorry to have delayed this answer but I needed to think a lot, and life doesn't let me think or answer to asks a lot these days. I hope I managed to help even a little bit.

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As I said, I am not non-binary, and I don't want to speak over non-binary people. I am answering this because you said that you don't have lots of people to talk about these things, and perhaps it's better to have someone queer say some stuff about it. As always, more opinions are welcome in the comments and reblogs. I don't have all the knowledge in the world.

#queer is not a slur in greek so lets not even start the discourse pls #nonbinary #answered #greek diaspora #greek canadian

[giggly-squiggily]

Prove Me Wrong (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Heyo! Guess who's back with more of the OG chaos trio? This girl! I freaking love them your honor- and after rewatching JJK 0 recently (as of writing this anyway) I wanted more fluff with them- and so I made it :3 I hope y'all like it! :D

CW: Swearing

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Summary: Gojo refuses to believe Shoko isn't ticklish- so he convinces Geto to help prove her wrong. Things get silly.

Shoko Ieriri was without a doubt, a hundred percent ticklish. Gojo knew this like the back of his hand.

He…didn’t have any actual proof of this information, but the vibes were there- she had to be!

“You can’t just decide someone’s ticklishness based on a feeling.” Geto rolled his eyes when Gojo declared his theory, finishing off the last of his soda. “Besides- we’ve tried tickling her before, remember? She didn’t even react.”

“Well yeah- she wasn’t ticklish on her sides! That doesn’t mean she isn’t ticklish somewhere else!” Gojo was slumped in his spot beside him, arms over the back of the bench, his abandoned can of cola a delightful trap for bugs. “I bet she’s one of those people who you need to turn on their ticklishness- has that one spot that when prodded, it sets off the rest of them!”

“Or she could just be immune.” Geto reached across him, stealing the remaining cola before the local wasp could. “Some people are. Maybe it’s a reverse curse thing.”

“Yeah but anyone can learn that- hell; I bet I could!”

“Probably. Then you’d never be ticklish again.” Geto jabbed his side, making him spasm and scrunch. “Or it’d make it worse. It’s always so tingly when she does it- the whole healing thing. You can barely handle it.”

“She touches too softly, that’s all.” He fussed, cheeks dusting as he sank in his seat once more. Geto smiled around the can. He went to drink.

Without any warning, Gojo jabbed him in the hip.

“GE-AH!” The other boy wheezed, soda spitting everywhere as he coughed and choked.

“That’s what you get. Now- are you gonna help me or not?” Gojo raised a brow, eyes dancing when Geto glared at him.

“Fine. But first- I’m gonna kick your ass!”

~~~

“Hey.” Shoko waved at Gojo as she walked in, kicking her shoes off by the door. “What’s up, Satoru?”

“Hello, my dearest Shoko. Please- come in and have a seat.” He waved his hand in a flourish, the table a semi-organized mess of notebooks, pens, textbooks and snacks.

 The medic made a low sounding whistle, brows raised at the spread. “And here I thought you were full of shit about studying. Bummer- I was looking forward to goofing off.” Shrugging, she came over and took a seat, immediately grabbing a bag of sour cream chips. “Where’s Suguru?”

“He’s running late- likely talking up some pretty girl in town.” Gojo leaned into his hands, eyes dancing. “Can you believe it? He actually has admirers!”

“Jealous?” Shoko smiled around a chip, earning a tongue stuck out at her.

“Please- I’m simply too hot to handle.” While he talked, his eyes found Geto’s looming shadow by the hall, waiting for his cue. Time to get this show on the road.

“So, Shoko darling. What would you say are the biggest drawbacks of your curse technique?” Lead her in- nice and slow.

“What’s with all the darlings and dearests? Are you practicing for Suguru?” She tilted her head at him before growing thoughtful. “I guess the biggest drawback is fatigue. Reverse curse technique- it takes a lot out of you.”

“Ah, I see. What else? I’m curious!” Gojo leaned in, fully engaged. Geto moved closer in steady paces.

“Knew you were full of shit. Hm…well, it’s a high demand technique, so I’m always busy. And I suppose walking in on gruesome sights is another bummer. Oh- and my friends try to use it as a distraction technique to get the jump on me.”

Geto froze- face blank. Gojo’s glasses drooped.

Silence.

“Suguru, do it!” Gojo cried before anyone could move.

“Right! Take THIS!” Geto shot his hands into her armpits, wiggling his fingers.

The reaction was…

“Ah. So you’re still trying to tickle me, huh?” She blinked at him boredly, something amused in her smile at Geto’s blank stare. “Go ahead- I already told you I’m not ticklish.”

“T-There’s got to be somewhere! Here?” He tried her neck. Shoko merely rolled it to the side.

“Here?” Gojo scrambled around the table, squeezing her hip.

“It’s got to be bad here!” Geto pressed into her ribs.

“This is a good spot!” Gojo poked her belly.

“Oh ho ho. Please, guys stop. I’m soooooo ticklish.” Shoko snickered, unfazed by their antics. No matter where they touched, she was unmoved, finishing off the last of her chips. “I can’t handle it. Please, don’t.”

“My god.” Gojo sat back, wide eyed and mildly spooked. “She’s a god.”

“Unfazed and untouched.” Geto put his hands on his hips, shaking his head.

“Praise me.” She flexed, satisfied. “My turn- which one of you got the bright idea?”

“Satoru.” Geto wasted no time.

“T-Traitor!” Gojo cried, scrambling back just as Shoko went to grab him. “He helped though! Get him first!”

“Nah. I like tickling you more. You make funny noises.” She dived, grabbing his ankle as Gojo tried to wiggle free. Within seconds she was upon him, sitting by his hips as her fingers worked along his torso. “See what I mean?”

“Aheahhahahahhahahha! S-Shohohohohohokoohohohohohooho! Gehahahahhahaa, nohohohohohohohohohoohoo!” The pale haired teen was a mess of giggles almost immediately, flopping like a fish out of water as he batted at her hands. “Dohohohooohn’t tihiihhihickle mehehehehehehehe!”

“Heh- I tried to tell you, Satoru.” Geto snickered, eyes falling to Shoko as he watched her work. She was sitting on her knees, socked feet tucked under her butt as she carried on pinching Gojo’s waist.

…..Hm….

Without any warning, he dragged a finger down her sole.

“AH!” A sharp squeal shot out of her mouth, full body spasming at the feeling. Geto stared, brows raised. Gojo was equally stunned, staring at the reverse curse user with equal amazement.

“Oh my GOD! I freaking knew it! You’re ticklish!” Gojo cackled, pumping his fist in the air like a happy child. “Shoko’s ticklish! Shoko’s tickli-EEHEHEEHEHE!”

“Eh. So I am- but you’re more.” She grinned, prodding the terrible spot along his lower third rib. “See what I mean? Funny noises.”

“AEHHHAHAHHAHA! SKEHEHHHEHHEHE! SUHUHUHUGUHUHHUURU HEHEHEHEHELP!” Gojo cried out, flailing his hands for mercy. “GEHEHHEHEHT EHHEHEHEHEHEHER!”

“So demanding…” Geto grinned before shuffling over, hands raised and fingers clawed. “Here I come~”

~~~

It was safe to say Geto tried.

The moment his fingers touched Shoko’s foot, she all but flailed, arm swinging backwards and knocking him sideways. Before she could check on him though, Gojo all but leaped across- tackling a groaning Geto and going right for the hips. 

"SAHHAHAHAHTAHAHHAHRU YOU SHIIHIHIIHIT!"

"Hehe, gotcha Sugu-EHEHEHEH SHOKO!"

"Hehehehehe~"

More antics ensued. A foot connected with Gojo’s stomach- likely Shoko’s, one of Geto’s curses came out (“Let’s kiss!” “GET THE HELL OFF ME!”) and the little table of snacks and books that weren’t even real textbooks went tumbling over with a kick.

When the dust finally settled, the three of them were spread out across the carpet of Gojo’s apartment, giggly and exhausted.

“Heh…hehehe..new ruhuhle. No suhuhuhuhmoning curses.” Gojo declared, earning a tired round of “Hurrahs” from his friends.

“Ihihin my defense- I was gohoing for the hahands.” Geto huffed, rubbing his jaw with a snicker. “That’s ohohne hell of a right hook, Shoko.”

“Heh. Bet.” She sat up, patting herself down until she found her cigarettes. “I’m gonna take a smoke break.” She reached out, pressing her fingers into his cheek until the bruise was no longer there. “Sorry about that.”

Once the door shut, Gojo grinned, raising a tired hand. “Told you she was ticklish!”

“She’s also violent when tickled.” Geto rolled his eyes, slapping it anyway. “Was it worth it?”

They sat there, reflecting for a moment. Her laugh was so….gremlin-like. Snickery and snorty, shrill at points. Completely different than you’d expect from her…

“Worth it.” They nodded.

Thanks for reading!

#jjk #jjk season 2 #gojo satoru #shoko ieiri #geto suguru #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #they're dummies your honor #but we love it for them :3 #Dorks being dorks

[tearfallpixie]

Make Mama Happy - Chapter 1

Not too many updates to this chapter but will be more as it goes.

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“Nichole!” My best friend Heather called. I had just walked into the restaurant where we were going to meet up and was looking around for her. I internally groaned when I finally spotted her, seeing her boyfriend, Richard, next to her. He was the guitarist from the band Motionless in White and he and I had a complicated relationship. We both loved Heather so we tolerated each other for her sake but when we were alone it was as if world war 3 had started. There was nothing in the world that could make us put aside our differences that I was pretty sure we didn’t even know what they were. I plastered a fake grin on my face and walked over to the table where she was waiting. When I approached it, she stood up and hugged me tightly before returning to her seat.

“Richard.” I nodded. He gave me his fake smile and returned the gestor. “How have you been? How’s the band?” 

“They’re fine. We go on tour next month, so we are all prepping for that. Speaking of which Heather. Vinny’s having a get together tomorrow night before we buckle down and really dive into the tour preparations. Would you like to go?” He asked, turning to his girlfriend.

“Oh that would be amazing. Nichole you should come.” My best friend said, turning to me.

“No way. I don’t get involved with the band stuff.” The waitress came over and took my order before disappearing again.

“Oh come on! It would be so fun. I bet you and Vinny would get along great.” I rolled my eyes at my best friend's antics and shook my head. She had been trying to hook me and the drummer up for years.

“Doubtful. Vinny has standards.” Ricky muttered, making me scowl at him.

“Richard!” Heather swatted his chest. “Please! I want someone there that’s a girl I actually like.” 

“Fine. Fine. I will come to this stupid party. But you are helping me get ready and giving me a ride. I haven’t been to his house before.” She clapped happily and started gushing about her newest project at work. She was a biologist and while she was excited about her job it may have been the one thing Richard and I could agree on as we made disgusted faces. 

“Baby, we are trying to eat. Maybe you could save the work talk for later.” Rick asked, giving her an unsure glance.

“I can’t believe I am saying this but thank you Olson.” I snickered. He shot me a smirk and for a moment, I could see why Heather liked him.

“Sorry! What about you Nichole? How has your job been?”

“I work at a winery. It's not that exciting.” I shrugged. 

“You were more interested in writing when we were in school. Please tell me you haven’t given up on being a writer.” I forgot that she had always been the one to encourage my passion and smiled. It had been a while since I had worked on one of my stories so I barely remembered them.

“It's been a minute since I had the time.” 

“Well Rick is a writer too! You should have him read over it and help you out.” My eyes flicked to the guitarist to see him glaring at me.

“Maybe.” We finished up our food and Heather insisted that she would be with me the next day so that she could help me get ready, much to the frustration of her annoying boy toy. I flipped him off when her back was turned, determined to prove him wrong.

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“Evening ladies. Ready?” Ricky asked when I opened the door. Heather was right behind me in her outfit, a simple crop top and low waisted skinny jeans. “You look amazing baby girl.” I rolled my eyes at his sickeningly sweet tone and shoved past him, bumping my shoulder against his and knocking him a few steps backwards.

“Yeah yeah, you can fawn over her later. Lets just go. I wanna see Aj.” Aj was one of the techs that toured with them a few years back and I had met him on a few outings where he and Rick were hanging out and I was tagging along with Heather. The guitarist rolled his eyes and nodded, opening the door for his girlfriend and all of us taking off to the drummer's house.

“I think you’ll love Vinny. He is super sweet and loves everyone. I don’t think he’s capable of hating someone.” My best friend gushed. I kept my mouth shut in the back seat as I glared daggers at the driver in the front, Ricky watching me too with an equally hateful stare. Knowing the fact that Vinny was Rickys best friend I doubted that he would like me in any capacity.

“Guess we’ll just see.” I muttered quietly. The rest of the drive was silent and I couldn’t get out of the car fast enough when we pulled up to the house. I left my friend and her boyfriend in the dust, determined to find the crazy tech that I adored. Luckily Aj was lounging on the couch in the living room. “Aaj.” I exclaimed, throwing myself into his lap.

“Nichole? What are you doing here?” He laughed, wrapping his arms around me to make sure I didn’t fall off.

“Heather invited me.” I giggled. We sat there talking for a bit longer as more people trickled in. Some of them I recognized from videos of the band and others I didn’t so it was really awkward.

“That’s Logan, you’ve seen pics of him. He’s the front of house manager.” Aj tried to give me names for everyone that showed up but even he didn’t know some of them. “Lets go get a drink. I’m parched.” He stood up from the couch and led me through the congregation of people to the kitchen where he grabbed a sprite for me out of the fridge.

“Thank you, Aj.” I said, cracking it open and taking a sip. 

 “Have you met Vinny yet?” My friend asked, pointing to a man in the living room with shoulder length wavey hair with red streaks in the front. He was wearing black cargo pants and a baggy dark green shirt that had no logo on it. While I normally wouldn’t go for guys like that (that looked like total frat boys) he made it look hot as fuck.

“No, I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting any of the band. I typically avoid them. Well, besides Rick obviously. But I could do without knowing him.” I joked. Aj knew me long enough to know about the standing feud between me and the guitarist and he smirked. 

“We could all go without knowing Rick. But seriously he’s actually pretty chill once you get to know him.” I gave him a glance of disbelief. 

“I’ve known him for a few years. He’s still just as fucking annoying.” I rolled my eyes. 

“Come on. Let me introduce you to the man of the house.” He took me over to the red headed angel and waved at him. “Vin! I want you to meet Nichole.” Vinny turned to me and I got drawn into his gorgeous hazel eyes.  

“Nichole! Hi. Who did you come with?” He asked, holding out his hand. I shook it and was bemused by his strong grip. Next to him was a tall, well dressed, curly haired man who looked like he had a mop on the top of his head.

“I came with Heather.” I nodded over to my friend who was currently wrapped in her boyfriend's arms.

“Oh.” He said that one syllable so sharply and I froze. “You’re that Nichole. Rick told me about you.” His voice was so cold compared to the soft friendly one he had a few minutes ago. 

“Chole, what does he mean?” Aj asked, looking between the two of us. The entire room seemed to quiet down and everyone's eyes focused on us.

“I think I should go.” I whispered. 

“Yeah, you probably should. We don’t like your type around here?” Vinny growled.

“My type?” What the hell had Ricky said about me?

“You know, the type to flirt with their supposed best friend's boyfriend behind their back?” My eyes widened in horror and I rounded on Richard where he was standing with Heather. She looked confused, hurt, and angry.

“Heather- I never-“ 

“Don't.” She mumbled. “I don't know what’s going on right now but you should probably leave.” Aj grabbed my arm and held me for a moment.

“Heather, you know she wouldn't do that.” He tried defending me.

“I don't know what to think! Why the hell would Ricky lie to Vinny of all people?” She sputtered. “Just leave. I’ll call you later.” I calmly set my can down on the nearby table and turned to Aj.

“Just let it go. I don't want to put up with this shit right now.” I pushed past everyone to exit the house only turning back once to look at Rick. “Fuck you, Richard Olson.” I spit, before finally leaving. Once outside I let my emotions explode and found myself gasping for air as I made my way to the main street to call an uber. I just needed to get away from that house.

A few texts came through from Aj but I ignored them as I collapsed onto my couch. I curled under a blanket and buried my face into the pillow. I never thought Heather would trust her boyfriend over me like that and it hurt like a knife through the gut. 

#motionless in white #miw band #vinny mauro #vinny mauro fanfic

[autisticlancemcclain]

full fic masterlist

most of these are over 1000 words, stand on their own, and are posted to ao3. any major warnings will be stated.

here lies keith kogane -- felled by accidental innuendo [ao3]

it might be crazy but it aint no lie, baby (bi bi bi) [ao3]

spies, sneaking out, sobbing, and other such stressors [ao3]

the butterfly effect ch 1 ch 2 ch 3 ch 4 [ao3] [ongoing]

fuck bitches, get money (or something like that) [ao3]

panicked flirting is still flirting (shut up, pidge) [ao3]

you crazy-assed cosmonaut (remember your virtue) [ao3]

light pollution in my mind [ao3]

ten minutes on the clock (twenty years on my mind) [ao3]

take my tea with formaldehyde (for my feminine side) [ao3] 

monkey boy [ao3]

a mother’s love ch 1 ch 2  ch 3 [ao3] [ongoing]

i’m talking to a memory (calling can you hear me) [ao3]

we’re not broken (just bent) [ao3]

you can always find me (in our favourite little memories) [ao3] [MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH]

dancing in the mirror, singing in the shower [ao3]

baby, you’re my stability [ao3]

mr. snuggles [ao3]

the tarantula hawk wasp incident [ao3]

i’m just a holy fool (baby it’s so cruel) [ao3]

baby, you’re my lightning in a bottle [ao3]

land or sea, i’ve got the power (if i just believe) ch 1 ch 2 ch 3 ch 4 ch 5 ch 6 [ao3]

i hope some day i’ll make it out of here (even if it takes all day or a hundred years) [ao3] [GRAPHIC DECRIPTIONS OF A PANIC ATTACK]

if there’s something weird (and it don’t look good) [ao3]

blow (this place about to) [ao3]

hey baby (i think i wanna marry you) [ao3]

i’ll go get a ring (let the choir bells sing) [ao3]

is it the look in your eyes (or is it this dancing juice) [ao3]

gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss [ao3]

i can’t decide (whether you should live or die) [ao3]

patito [ao3]

smackdowns and fistfights (and other such forms of affection) [ao3]

sorry daddy (but i’m not that easy) [ao3]

i know you love me (wearing nothing but your boots) [ao3]

chocolate chip chivalry [ao3]

if you’re ready (like i’m ready) [ao3]

a night you won’t remember (i’ll be the one you won’t forget) [ao3]

how much is you paying (i don’t speak broke boy language) [ao3]

no one will know (oh come on) [ao3]

you’ll never be alone (i’ll be with you from dusk ‘till dawn) [ao3]

he might not look like he gets bitches (but honey that dick was 11 inches) [ao3]

cats and charms [ao3]

young love murdered (that is what this must be) [ao3]

love, gimme love, gimme love [ao3]

walk, walk, fashion, baby! [ao3]

eighteen (crazy) ch 1 ch 2 ch 3 ch 4 ch 5 ch 6 [ao3] [ongoing]

bug boy [ao3]

spendin’ my money (i’m outta control) [ao3]

hey, brother [ao3]

rhinestone top (tits peeking out) [ao3]

dumb dog (why aren’t you following me) [ao3]

save a horse (ride a cowboy) [ao3]

nails, hair, hips, heels [ao3]

what if i lose it all pt 2 pt 3 [ao3] [ongoing]

broken bones and stone-brick homes [ao3]

you turned around (and you stole my heart) [ao3]

i only got one thing on my mind (you) [ao3]

i’ve never been a natural (all i do is try try try) [ao3]

if you wanna be my lover (you gotta get with my friends) [ao3]

i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to. [ao3]

come here. let me fix it. [ao3]

i think you’re beautiful. [ao3]

do your worst (’cause nothing’s gonna stop me now) [ao3]

i can’t help falling in love with you (would it be a sin) [ao3]

you know i’m drunk on love (nothing can sober me up) [ao3]

is it so bad (if you don’t get what you wanted?) [ao3]

how long will i be with you? (as long as the sea is bound to wash upon the sand) [ao3]

give up your dream of going away (forget your sailors in galway) ch 2 [ao3]

when you get older your wild heart will live for younger days (think of me if every you’re afraid) ch 2  ch 3 ch 4 [ao3]

i know you get me (so i let my guard come down) [ao3]

how long will i hold you? (as long as your father told you) [ao3]

i’m in love (with a fairy tale) [ao3]

like you made it to 48 (and still made my birthday cake) [ao3]

i see your face (when i close my eyes) [ao3]

this is the part of me (that you’re never gonna ever take away) [ao3]

you’ve got me stuck where i’m sittin’ (lookin’ at your eyes) [ao3]

tell a hater kiss both cheeks (ciao, bella) [ao3]

he’s into superstitions (black cats and voodoo dolls) [ao3]

you look like you can handle what’s under my hood (you keep sayin’ that you will, boy, i wish you would) [ao3]

and with every step together (we just keep on getting better) [ao3]

i will grind you to sand (beneath my louboutin heel) [ao3] [MATURE & VIOLENT THEMES]

to the town of agua fria (rode a stranger one fine day) [ao3]

maybe something happened in a past life (didn’t make it over 25) [ao3]

you would not believe your eyes (if ten million fireflies) [ao3]

but i’ll know where several are (if my dreams get real bizarre) [ao3]

take my name out of your mouth (you don’t deserve to mourn) ch1 ch2 [ao3]

got the neighbours yellin’ (earthquake) [ao3]

such a shame (you don’t put up a fight) [ao3]

all i want is to fly with you (all i want is to fall with you) [ao3]

if it was raining you would yell at the sun (pick up the pieces when the damage is done) [ao3] [SUICIDE IDEATION & ATTEMPT]

i’ve been running with the wolves (to get to you) [ao3]

hey, hey, you, you (i know that you like me) [ao3]

i like shiny things (but i’d marry you with paper rings) [ao3]

on a neighbourhood street (where the little kids play) [ao3]

if you knew (what i still got in my closet) [ao3]

i’m everything (they said i would be) [ao3]

i’ll put you down slow (love you goodbye) [ao3]

i’ll make the choice to hear that voice (and do the next right thing) [ao3]

[carefulfears]

24, 25, 26, 27

(x-files themed asks) headcanons edition!

24/ list some college MSR headcanons!

i just know that mulder in college was like...somehow kinda a WASP-y square but a riot at the same time. i just know him and phoebe were writing the most melodramatic prose to each other. we already established that he was fucking on graves. i think he got his ear pierced, i believe this. he was a good student, top of his class, and focused. albeit "in over his head," in his words.

dana, dana, dana...what can't she do. she's a medical doctor with a degree in physics. she rewrote einstein as an undergrad. i feel like she was in every club imaginable. missy said she should join a sorority, but she didn't want to distract herself. she smoked. she's a teacher's pet but a bit lonely.

25/ list some season 1 MSR headcanons

scully called her little friends about her "cute" coworker all the time. on road trips, she would get to pick the music, but mostly she'd rather listen to him talk. they went to the liberty bell (and to the empire state building, and everywhere that they had never been).

26/ list some season 7 MSR headcanons

season 7 MSR to me is exactly like the song "playground" by alison sudol. like exactly. like that entire vibe is season 7 MSR. listen to it and feel the energy.

All the windows open and your legs around me We were one time strangers, now we’re trying to make a baby Oh my heart’s over-pumping and your mouth is an ambulance Oh I can’t stop laughing, I don’t know if I can stand it

cuz i likeeee you sooo well <33

i think they spent all of their time together in s7, finding excuses to sneak across motel rooms. establishing rules, then breaking them. they were happy. basking in each other.

27/ list some season 9 MSR headcanons

i know this to be true for a fact that dana scully, who squeezed her baby when she thought mulder was dead and sang him silly songs that remind her of his dad and dressed him in space-themed onesies, was doing all she could to feel like mulder was close and involved. she rocked the baby by the fish tank. she took photos of everything and made mulder books. she played old videos and voicemails to fill the house with his voice.

#asks #i'm not good at headcanons but these are my Feelings #yes my inbox is a disaster and i'm still working on these #but i'm not apologizing for that bc i love hearing from y'all and i will get to it all when i get to it #MWAH #it's hard to have headcanons for s1 because ITS ALL CANON\ #everything you could imagine them doing in that sweet first year they definitely did

[amarriageoftrueminds]

something i’ve been thinking of lately is how we always associate peggy & her actress with white feminism, but when you actually think about it it’s not even white feminism. white feminism isn’t even the bare minimum and yet it still fails the quota to be considered white feminism. it’s just me feminism. she doesn’t even support white women as a collective lol.

like there’s an interview of the actress where she talks about the 2nd season of ac & her comments about the female antagonists made me violently cringe. she was like (paraphrasing), “oh yeah they’re ambitious women like peggy but peggy is a good person and they are just power-hungry narcissists”. i watched both seasons and i can tell you if her only takeaway from whitney and dotty is that they’re narcissists, she’s either not very intelligent or too self-absorbed to really think about the characters not played by her. like what’s narcissistic about being brainwashed in a spy program which you were forced into as probably a baby, or about wanting to be respected for the human genius you are?

the female sidekicks are ridiculous too. again, all good-looking able wasp women but they both have 5 minutes of screentime each + always playing the silly awkward best friend trope. & the woman playing peggy never ackowledges them or their actresses, unless of course it is to conveniently say that s3 would’ve included a peggy x angie relationship after the show was canceled, despite the fact that when asked about it months ago she’d said “we can’t do everything”

like she’s not even nice to able-bodied able-minded upper class wasp women; how do we expect her to support the interests of women who are actually marginalized??

Excellent points, 'nonny.

Funny, isn't it, that there isn't really an extant term that sufficiently describes just how egocentric she is?

(What's even whiter than white feminism? Albino feminism? Leucistic feminism?!)

And- christ, what an absolute staggering failure of self-awareness, for Atwell to call other peoples' characters narcissistic! 🤯

It's as if (she? Peggy?) lacks the capacity to see anyone beyond herself as... a real, entire person. She and the writers seem to think that merely not criticising other women is the same thing as actually supporting them.

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Funny how the villains of AC have somehow achieved both competence and rank, despite this insurmountable misogyny that Peggy keeps telling us is the reason she hasn't amounted to anything at the nepo-job she's flaking out on.

Interesting (but not at all surprising) that the villains are also the only other WASP women / of her SEC in Peggy's show.

Connect the damn dots, writers! Your Lil Miaow Miaow is an entitled villainess!

Because if a working class woman looked as good and was as important as Peggy and was competent as well...

Well, what would there be left for Peggy to be? How would she distinguish herself, at all? She would cease to be Special in any way.

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My mind always goes back to Pepper Potts.

Hyper-competent, classy, beautifully-dressed red-headed woman?

Who can afford to have a whole other hyper-competent, classy, beautifully-dressed, red-headed woman in the same movie as her, and even flirting with the same man, because Gwyneth Paltrow is not so easily threatened. 💅

Imagine if they couldn't have Thor in the same movie as Steve because being handsome and blonde and muscley and good is his thing. Or were only allowed to have handsome actors if they were playing villains, so as not to undermine Steve's heroic Specialness. Would be pretty pathetic, wouldn't it? 😬

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In AC -- perhaps intending to retcon CATFA Peggy's indifference to her fellow women and failure to pass the Bechdel Test -- they try to set up token 'Peggy Supports the Women!!' moments.

But her other actions belie that.

Example: stabbing a guy with a fork for pinching Angie.

But it just begs the questions:

Why does this protectiveness only start after Angie has ass-kissed Peggy?

Why does that random fat guy get stabbed for annoying women, but sugar daddy Howard Stark merely gets a telling off?

(J/K! We know why -- she'll need his penthouse!)

And why are we supposed to see Peggy as protective of women, when it's Peggy herself who's the idiot putting their lives in danger in the first place?

(And for no better reason than because she wants someone to pay attention to her, or because she wants to show off and overestimates how clever she is, in a way that disastrously backfires -- not on her but on those lower down the foodchain, of course.)

She gets Eileen fridged murdered because she wore a blonde wig despite knowing she had a blonde civilian room-mate at home.

Pretty stupid, no?

And what's worse, then she goes out and immediately befriends yet another blonde civilian woman!

Why does she persist in putting innocent women in danger?

By her own admission, there's an entire floor full of female agents whom she could've easily struck up a friendship with at any time. Why not one of them?

(Answer: because having other female agents around reminds us Peggy isn't special... unless they're an unthreatening fat girl there for comic-relief, of course!)

Is Peggy that desperate to only be around those she can condescend to? Waitresses and housekeepers? She doesn't want equals, she wants servants? (So the writers can play with their Downton Abbey fetish?)

Then there's the way that, every time Actual Feminist Daniel Sousa tries to say something feminist in the office, Peggy shuts him down and treats the very attempt as if it's a personal insult.

These writers are so ignorant of what feminism is and how it actually works that they think a thing can only be feminist if a Woman does it.

The hypocrisy of Peggy stopping Daniel speaking up for women's rights generally because -- as you said -- she knows her value and only this one particular white woman matters.

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(And then Atwell, in classic clueless tin-eared style, quotes that line out of context on her IG for her Pride Month. 🤦‍♀️ Is her message meant to be: 'hey folks, if you hear someone speaking up for gay rights, do what Peggy did and tell them not to! Let the oppressors carry on as they are, because... hey, as long as this one white person loves themselves?? no one else's opinion matters...' 😌

#Girlboss #Super-humble-about-it)

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In s2, they tried to walk back that silly line (which... y'know... Peggy casually destroying any chance of career advancement those women on the other floors could've had? For a pithy soundbite? Great job!)

By having Peggy mansplain to Daniel, Rose's employer, why he should employ... Rose... his employee... 😕❓❓❓

When Rose is only there because Daniel believed in her enough to take her with him and give her a job.

(Unlike Peggy, who just took her servant and her sugar daddy. Oh and her giant wardrobe.)

And Peggy doubts Rose herself. But then -- hypocritically -- pretends to Daniel's face that she didn't. And she has the audacity to scornfully compare him to Jack Thompson, for seeing Rose that way.

(That's you, Peggy! You just described yourself!)

There's also the... very weird vibe about Peggy, when she goes to visit Violet, the new fiancee of Daniel.

Daniel, who... wasn't even dating Peggy, but nevertheless moved to the entire other side of the country to get away from her.

(Hmm... is it just me or is there a definite pattern of ESCAPE in the men Peggy battens onto? 🤔 It's giving You / Crazy Ex Girlfriend).

Anyway, Peggy put on this super weird chummy 'I'm SO super nice and Totally NOT bothered about him moving on so quick!!!' persona with Violet, which she never had with anyone else at any other time. Kind of creepy? Like an aristo trying to pass for a peasant, or something. And her idea of being Hip and Cool and Relatable to the working class was to... share a story of her triumphs at English public school? 😬 Oyvey. Read the room, Camilla.

#long post #antisteggy #antipeggy #toAyourQ #dat's me #hey nonny #cynthia glass #p*ggy meta #mcu critical #steggy is hydra trash party #meta #mcu meta #ac meta #what's whiter than white feminism? ALBINO feminism? LEUCISTIC feminism? #my meta

[solacedeer]

OC character profile;

Name; Demelza Larkspur

Universe: Ikemen Prince

age; 24

Birth date; uncelebrated

Well intentioned but Fickle Wayfarer

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Pairing/Ship: N/A (dunno)

Personal Details -

hobbies; Odd Jobs, Playing the (lute? Banjolin?) (moderate level), Making Home brew, Jumping, Playing (generally)

Likes; Clear Instructions, Knowing things, Fairytales, Whole Nutrients, Authenticity, Strong Arms, Touching, and gifts

Dislikes: Needy people, Fabrics that weigh on her skin, the Quiet, Thanklessness, missed opportunities, Being touched, and disagreements

Backstory (brief); She headed out very young due to complications on her families farm and spent her childhood with a Number of different Hosts (All of which she ultimately separated/was separated from). This habit evolved into a lifestyle of Loose Attachments with both People and Places.

Appearance

Physical; Sedona Skin, Pit length Curly Pale Peach Hair (ends tinged Pink), Birth Mark under eye, Full eyebrows, Strong legs, oddly shaped scars scattered across her extremities. (5’7 feet tall)(170.25 cm)

description/mannerisms; She carries herself with an air of unassuming grace, her modesty is an acerbically vain measure to offset any sense that she is trying to draw attention or create intrigue (which she is).

She keeps her body language withdrawn and to herself until shes comfortable with whoever she’s interacting with. (In which case she’s prone to becoming a little bit touchy)

This of course is offset by her facial expressions, which can get very silly on accident. The humming and Limericks don’t help either. You wont think her mysterious after one good conversation. (Not that she can recognize that the majority of the time)

waspie. Writing this was hard this is all

@floydsteeth

#waspie isn’t a canon nickname its a personal term of endearment for my terrible terrible daughter #You can’t be talking like that Wasp baby #I finally decided her last name #ikepri oc

[daigina-3]

(Bringing this over from the discord chat because I don’t have time to write my fic and Trans Gareth is so special to me and I can’t stop thinking of him and eddie and how much they LOVE EACH OTHER… he is Eddie’s Robin)

Eddie’s giving him a lift to band practice, like usual. He gets his permit next month and then he can start shopping around for junky ten year old cars to buy with the money he saved up busting tables the summer after freshman year. But he’ll miss rides with Eddie- it’s kinda their thing.

Eddie’s got the windows rolled down because the AC crapped out again, WASP playing low and gritty on the radio as Eddie taps his fingers on the steering wheel, mimicking the lead guitar riffs.

In the passengers’ seat, he follows suit, his hands gently drumming the beat on his thighs. Under his jeans, any sign of leg hair on his outer thighs has disappeared, two big bald patches from years of whacking on them just like he is now; with drum sticks, hands, forks and spoons- anything he can get his hands on, he uses to drum on any surface available. He hates how smooth it is there, runs his fingers over it when he’s alone in his room and winces. But sometimes it’s nice how the moth patches make the leg hair stand out around it; makes the blond wisps more noticeable and that’s cool.

He’s been banging out beats since he was little and his mom was still trying to get the sticks out of his hands and replace them with hair brushes and pompoms. She’d call out his name til her throat was sore and rip the headphones off his head so he could actually hear her. He winced every time, but not from the ripping off the headphones.

He hated the sound of his name. He told his mom in sixth grade he wanted to go by his middle name because he liked it better- and that wasn’t a lie, it was better, and it was what his mom and even the guys called him to this day. But better wasn’t good. It wasn’t him.

Eddie rolls to a stop at a light. The WASP cassette reaches its end and he digs around on the ground where several other cassettes lay piled for something to replace it.

He tracks Eddie as he fishes out a Black Sabbath cassette, pops the case open and replaces the one in the car stereo one-handed. His tongue pokes out in concentration, eyes still on the road.

He brings it up casually, as though it’s something everyone talks about with their dude friends.

“So I was reading this book of, uh, baby names-“

Eddie’s eyes shift to him because, yeah that’s a lie. What kind of 15 year old just reads a book of baby names? But Eddie doesn’t call him on it.

“You ever thought about how every Kevin in the world is an asshole?” He starts with a joke, but this isn’t really why he brought it up. “Like not all assholes are Kevins, but all Kevins are assholes. Naming your baby Kevin’s like, guaranteeing he’s a dick.”

Eddie snorts and throws him a yeahh, long and drawn out.

He keeps going.

He casually asks Eddie what he thinks of the name Stanley. It’s his dad’s middle name, but Eddie doesn’t know that and he doesn’t add that bit in.

“Sounds like an old dude, lame.”

He thought so too, but wondered if Stanley would have made it easier on his dad. Not that he should have to make anything easy for- well, he knows it’s not the right name anyway.

He throws out others he’s tossed around in his head- Jonas, Isaac, Evan- Eddie shoots them all down, giving them raspberries and thumbs downs.

Then he hits on the name Gareth. Gareth is secretly his favorite name; the name he scribbles at the top of his notebooks sometimes and always the only one he doesn’t cross out when he makes lists. Dan Emerson, Scott Emerson, Gareth Emerson is always left untouched.

Eddie pauses. Tilts his head and sticks out his bottom lip in thought. The turn signal tick-ticks in the silence between them, Ozzy Osbourne left on pause. “Gareth’s a solid name for a guy. Gareth Holder’s a wild bassist. Rolls off the tongue nice.”

His chest inflates because exactly. This is why he and Eddie were as tight as they are, thats exactly what he has been thinking! Gareth Holder from Hells Belles os sick as hell and it just sounds so right.

And true to their mind meld connection thats over two years strong by now, Eddie looks at him and he knows that Eddie knows somethings up. Its more than opinions on baby names. He gives it a real, true weight when he pulls into Jeff’s drive way, pausing with his hand on the keys in the ignition, and says, “Gareth’s a real metal name, dude.”

The warmth in his chest could light a fire. He only smiles a little, still hesitant to show how excited he is, what that really means for him. Eddie doesn’t know, he hasn’t said anything yet. Not about his name or any of the rest of it.

So he doesn’t know but he thinks sometimes Eddie knows anyway; he notices every time Eddie doesn’t correct Reefer Rick when he calls him “brother” or the manager at the Hideout who calls him “son.”

He thinks Eddie knows in the way they are right now, comfortable when Eddie elbows his shoulder with a grin and hops out of the van.

Eddie, his best friend. His ride or die. He follows him to the back to grab the spare amp and guitars and knows, as they joke and scoff and smile, that it’s always gonna be them.

Eddie and Gareth.

#im sleepy!! i should be packing!!! I am doing neither rn….. #oops #stranger things #gareth stranger things #eddie munson #trans Gareth #stranger things fic #writing #st fic #mine #sthings #fruity four discord #special thanks to bia and ria T4T Hellcheer and all their lil friendships are so fun I love them

[kingdarkstalker]

Sorry if you’ve spoken about this before but I really wanted to rant to someone about this!

About Sunny & Starlight: I was initially quite happy that Sunny rejected him bc I was excited a male character wasn’t going to get the ‘reward’ of having his feeling reciprocated and “getting the girl” or whatever AND that Starlight remained friends with her instead of hating her for rejecting him and being a sulky baby (never minding how she discarded Starflight after he became blind), bc I thought that was a good lesson for kids! but!

i’m not even totally mad that Tui made Starflight feel this way towards what is literally his adopted sister because I think any abused kid with zero love from their parental figures kept isolated like that might develop inappropriate attraction to their siblings, adopted or otherwise, and could work through that once they got out of that situation, met other people, and learned how things work, but the issue is that Tui never addresses this, probably because she didn’t even think about it.

I find it interesting that not once do any of the DoD refer each other as siblings; I know Webs and the others never called them siblings and they all knew they weren’t related to each other but I find it interesting that Tui seems to think non biologically related kids of the same age raised like this wouldn’t conceive of each other as siblings,, Tui obviously sees them as friends and we are meant to as well (since she never calls out this pseudo incest) bc apparently she can’t conceive of children of different “races” (essentially) thinking of each other as siblings—they can only be friends and (in Starflight’s case) potential love interests

I know the subject of Sunny’s unknown hybridization was meant to be a mystery throughout most of the story, but it’s so uncomfortable how the kingdoms are so racially homogenous that even a multiracial org like the Talons of Peace can’t even conceive “hey maybe this SandWing looks different because she has mixed heritage” because that’s just how fucking uncommon interracial couples are AND it’s even more uncomfortable because Sunny is constantly made out like she’s a freak or defective because she lacks some SandWing traits,,, Burn (?) literally wanted to stuff her and put her on display because her appearance is so striking; it’s literally so fucking bad

let’s not talk about the fact that the biggest interracial couples (esp Foeslayer/Arctic) literally have doomed relationships and aren’t allowed to be happy; I haven’t finished arc 3 yet and I really want to like Blue/Cricket (esp cause I headcanon Cricket as autistic) but Cricket’s feelings for Blue seem to limited to how uwu pretty he looks and I know Blue is Empathetic & Pacifistic but Cricket is still from the oppressor class, and she hasn’t seemed to fully reconciled with that role, nor has Blue seemed to accept that reality, they both just keep insisting Wasp is the only bad thing and not the system they grew up in, and unless Tui confronts this, I can’t get behind their relationship, it’s just more of the same Jade Mountain Academy wishful thinking that once the Bad Thing is over, everybody can forgive each other and we don’t need to deal with anyone’s trauma or hard realities

theres nothing i love more than when you guys give me essays detailing exactly why and how and what is wrong with WOF and you always word yourselves so well. thank you so much cause you're absolutely right

#asks #wings of fire #tui sutherland

[solrika]

I saw a post that went “Hanahaki, but BEES” and. Well. 

Going with the “hanahaki as repressed/unrealized emotion” instead of “hanahaki as unrequited love” idea. If anyone in the kalluzeb fandom wants to run with this, feel free--just link back to me so I can see it. :)

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Usually, repression expresses itself in fountains of flowers, their roots twisted in lungs and stomachs. Thorns, if you’re unlucky. Still--the alternatives are common enough. As Kallus watches the Ghost leave Bahryn, he’s resigned, not surprised, when the first bee wriggles itself out between his frozen lips.

Of course his treasonous thoughts would be sharp enough to sting. 

It dies soon after, in the cold. He doesn’t delude himself into thinking that no more will follow.

Waking up coughing becomes part of his routine. He hacks squirming, fuzzy bodies into the refresher sink, but can’t quite bring himself to drown them. Each bee glows the same warm yellow as the meteorite. When he swallows, it’s sweet.

Better than blood, Kallus decides, and goes on with his day.

Becoming Fulcrum isn’t enough to chase the bees away, but it does make their tiny feet prickle less against his skin. Their daily exits and entrances turn ticklish, instead of a procession of tiny needles that keep his throat sore no matter how many cough drops he swallows.

Eventually, the hum of the hive in his chest turns comforting, something to focus on when the Chimaera becomes almost too cold to bear. He lays a hand over his ribcage to feel the thrumming deep in his bones. Wonders if Garazeb’s chest vibrates like this when he purrs. Closes his eyes and pretends the soft brush of wings are kisses, maybe, or gentle touches. Anything to block out the loneliness.

He finds himself talking to the little scouts that buzz around his room. There’s really nothing for them to do (no flowers, after all), but maybe exploration itself is the point. The bees remind him of mouse droids, in a way--small, industrious, willing to be friendly if you move slowly and talk sweetly. He’s never been stung.

It doesn’t take long for him to notice that they’re smarter than normal bees. The hive’s pitch always heightens in alarm when someone approaches his door, or if he’s about to be found somewhere he shouldn’t. It stirs the air in his lungs in strange ways that make it hard to breathe, but he appreciates the warnings. And at night, they tap politely at his lips, waiting to be let back in.

He still has to stifle shudders when they crawl back down his throat. You’ve had worse, he reminds himself, trying not to focus on the tap-tap-tap of each little leg. It’s fine. It’s fine.

The bees stay trapped behind his teeth whenever Kallus talks to Thrawn, even when his mouth becomes so crowded that he swears the Chiss can hear the frenzied buzzing. It’s difficult to swallow them back down, but--

“As ISB, we don’t have the privilege of weakness,” his trainer, Osa, had said, when he found her choking petals back down. Stillbirth, she’d told him even later. It happened on my last mission.

Osa--

I knew the risks, she snaps back, and neither of them talk about the blood spotting her lips. But now, she repeats, “We don’t have the privilege of weakness. You must find ways to turn it into strength.”

When Thrawn finally catches up to him, Kallus thinks of Osa’s unshed tears, and the flowers that had slowly shifted from baby’s breath into datura.

“You talk too much,” he snarls at Thrawn, and the words come barbed with wasps.

#star wars #star wars fanfic #kalluzeb #body horror #just in case #hanahaki but bees

[demi-shoggoth]

2023 Reading Log, pt 5

Is it obvious that my local library has lots of books about birds?

21. Penguins and Other Seabirds by Matt Sewell. This is a small book, hardcover, with color paintings of fifty seabirds and short informational blurbs about each. The blurbs are a combination of science and poetic writing, and are often anthropomorphic and occasionally judgmental (it’s okay gulls. I don’t hate you). The book is cute, but very short and faintly disposable. It feels like a gift book you get someone who you don’t know very well, but you do know likes penguins. Suitable for a bird-themed bathroom reader.

22. The Complete Language of Food by S. Theresa Dietz. This book baffles me; it feels like it was written by a space alien, or possibly a Dan Brown character. The “language” the title refers to is both symbolic and magical, and each of the foods is granted a laundry list of things it could possibly represent in a reference or a spell. These lists are sometimes nonsensical (or am I the asshole because I don’t know what “colorize” means in the context of magic?). Each entry is marked with symbols to tell if the plant has poisonous parts, or medicinal use, but said toxins and/or medicines may or may not be referred to in the actual text! The main text itself combines world cultural lore, magic and folklore, and recipe ideas in a seemingly random assortment. The book at least looks nice—good paper quality and color illustrations—and it actually has a bibliography. So it’s getting at least some of these ideas from somewhere. I am really confused as to the target audience, and what they’d hope to get out of it. I don’t think this book is for me. Although there’s at least two other entries in the series, so there is an audience out there.

23. Endless Forms: The Secret World of Wasps by Seiran Summer. This book aims to give wasps a reputation boost from “the insects that are assholes” (thanks to @screamscenepodcast for that excellent summary of the popular culture view of wasps) to the vital part they play in ecology, our understanding of evolution, and the services they provide to humans. The book talks about the evolution of the Hymenoptera, and how both bees and ants are really just subdivisions of wasps that evolved in specialized directions. It covers some of the great naturalist observers of the 19th and early 20th centuries, like Fabre, and discusses what they got right, what they got wrong, and what we still don’t know. And in a very amusing change of pace, it frames the comparisons and contrasts between social wasps and honey bees as a drunken dinner conversation with a resurrected Aristotle. It even brings up The Wasp Woman! If you can’t tell, I really liked this book.

24. Over My Dead Body by Greg Melville. This is a history of the United  States as seen through its cemeteries. The author is a big fan of graveyards, and each of the chapters is bookended with his personal experience of a visit, then talking about the history of the place and how it ties into greater themes in American history. Themes like colonialism, racism and segregation, the military industrial complex and the death industrial complex. The author blurb makes sure to point out that Melville is a “decorated veteran”, but any worries that this book was going to be jingoistic are dispelled basically immediately. He refers to Arlington National Cemetery, for example, as a beautiful, profoundly sad monument to the American god of death. I got this from the library, but I’m buying a copy for my mom for Mother’s Day. Because she likes cemeteries, not as some sort of weird threat.

25. Water Babies: The Hidden Lives of Baby Wetland Birds by William Burt. This is a photography book covering a hard-to-photograph subject. Baby water birds, including ducks, herons, terns, sandpipers and coots. The book is sorted roughly by taxonomic group, with pictures of each the juveniles and adult of each species, along with some commentary about the animal or the process of finding and photographing it. The book has a great sense of pacing—it’s arranged in a way that immediately hooks the reader (with grebe chicks, which are super cute and ride on their parents’ backs), and photos are arranged in space to allow for artistically pleasing contrasts (like turning the page from the scruffy chick of the purple gallinule to see the magnificent adult plumage).

#reading log #what are birds #birds #funeral industry #american history #wasps #entomology #magic #food history #plants