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suzukiblu · 12 hours

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WIP excerpt for Cheshire behind the cut; Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! ( + non-chrono link for app users )

“Um, yeah,” Billy says, still internally cringing at himself. “Just–not just the bare minimum, I mean? Like–other things too. Books and games and snacks and . . . whatever you think’s fun, or whatever you want to learn about, or whatever.”

He’s definitely been in “homes” that didn’t give him things like that. He doesn’t want Lynn to feel like . . . a burden, or a problem, or just unimportant and unwanted like that, so . . . yeah, he’s definitely gonna get him things that aren’t just the bare minimum. As many of those things as he can, he thinks.

Batman gave them so much money, and that’s not even counting the stipend. Billy can definitely afford to give Lynn the kind of stuff none of his foster families wanted to give him. So, like–he’s gonna, obviously.

Of course he’s gonna.

Lynn ducks his head a little, then swallows uncomfortably. Billy resists the urge to nudge Tawky towards him again. He wonders if he could just, like . . . offer Lynn a hug, maybe? Maybe that’d be okay?

Or maybe it’d be weird and pushy, or maybe stupid, or maybe just make Lynn feel uncomfortable. They’ve never met before today and they’ve barely spent any time together at all, and Billy doesn’t want to be the type of foster parent who demands a relationship that just isn’t there, even if he’s . . . well, not really just a foster parent, he hopes. But those fosters just always made him feel like they were more interested in getting attention and looking good to strangers than anything about him.

He wants Lynn to feel like he’s interested in him–wants Lynn to know he’s interested in him, and cares about him, and isn’t gonna ignore him or hate him if he doesn’t follow some stupid script he’s got in his head of how he “should” be.

He definitely wants that.

“It’s okay if you don’t know what you think’s fun yet,” he tries, hoping he’s not assuming too much. “It’s probably kinda overwhelming, with, um . . . literally everything happening all at once and your whole life getting turned on its head, um . . . basically five minutes after it really started, so . . .”

“I was alive before I woke up,” Lynn says, a little stilted. “I–saw things. Learned things.”

“Things about yourself, or about how Cadmus wanted you to be?” Billy asks.

Lynn–pauses. Frowns.

“. . . um,” he says. “I . . . don’t know.”

Billy is pretty sure Cadmus just sucks, actually. Like. A lot.

“Okay,” he says. “Well, that’s okay too. You can take your time figuring it out. There’s no rush or anything.”

“Superman won’t like me if I don’t figure it out,” Lynn says, his frown deepening. “If I’m not–useful.”

. . . okay, Billy thinks. Cadmus really sucks, actually.

“Superman doesn’t care about people being useful,” he says firmly. “That’s like, the last thing Superman cares about. He just likes people for who they are.”

“. . . who I am is . . . fake, though,” Lynn says, his eyes slanting away. “It’s–programmed.”

“So?” Billy asks, reminding himself superheroes don’t burn down weird basement labs outside of extenuating circumstances. And anyway, the sidekicks already messed Cadmus up pretty bad as it was. “Lots of people get programmed. Red Tornado’s programmed, and he’s really nice. And Wonder Woman got made out of clay as a little kid, so she got, like, magic programming. Like, to be her ‘age’, you know?”

Lynn . . . blinks, slowly, and then glances back at him.

“You really think that?” he asks. Billy’s a little confused by the question. He doesn’t think it; he knows it.

“I mean, yeah?” he says. “I just mean–it doesn’t make you fake. That’s all. Especially ‘cuz you can, you know . . . learn stuff yourself, if you wanna. You don’t have to just stay the way you got taught to be.”

Lynn stares at him for a long, silent moment, then looks down at the table again.

“How long have you had–uh, Uncle Tawky?” he asks, abrupt and obviously trying to change the subject. That’s fine, Billy thinks; he doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable. And Lynn’s gotta learn how to do that kind of thing anyway, so it’s good practice for more complicated conversations, he figures.

“Since I was ten,” he says. “He came from India! I met him in Fawcett, though, and he’s been my best friend ever since! He’s really great. And a respectable gentleman, so you don’t need to be scared of him or anything. I mean, I don’t know if you’re scared of tigers or not? Because probably you’re tiger-proof? Like–normally, I mean. But yeah.”

“. . . I’m not scared of tigers,” Lynn says, looking a little bewildered, for some reason. Billy beams at him.

“Great!” he says happily. Tawky could probably hurt Lynn, since he’s magic too, but he obviously wouldn’t, so he’s just . . . not gonna draw attention to that right now, obviously. That wouldn’t make Lynn feel very safe, he’s pretty sure.

But Tawky could also probably stop Lynn if he got mind-controlled, so . . . maybe it would make him feel safer? Billy’s not sure, actually.

. . . hm. Yeah, he needs to figure that out.

“. . . you’ve really had him since you were ten?” Lynn asks, looking–hesitant, now. Billy doesn’t know why, but nods.

“Yup!” he says. “He’s the best.”

“. . . are you sure you want me to have him?” Lynn asks, still looking hesitant.

“Yeah!” Billy confirms cheerfully. “Tawky’s the best! He’ll protect you. And keep you from having bad dreams, too.” Tawky’s really good at eating nightmares, so yeah, Lynn won’t have to worry about bad dreams at all.

“Uh,” Lynn says, then very gingerly reaches over and picks up Tawky, and then sets him in his lap with a weird look on his face. He looks a little–emotional, maybe? At least for him, anyway. He’s not very expressive, so far. “Um. Okay.”

Billy just beams at him again. He’s really glad they like each other.

“. . . thanks,” Lynn says as he looks down at Tawky, voice a little abrupt again. “Um–Dad."

#cheshire #wip: billy adopts conner and it actually goes pretty good!

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vllergy · 3 days

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relations & afflictions

random allergy fic, 2.3k, old ocs of mine jin-young is a cop (he has the kink because of who i am as a person) vesen is a big tall hot alien assassin aliens and humans are working together but it's still pretty new and things are awkward jin and vesen 100% fall in love with each other eventually that's basically all you need to know

Something’s been bothering Vesen’s nose ever since they left the warehouse. His insistence on delaying the inevitable is only driving both the offending appendage, and Jin by extension, insane.

There’s a lot Jin has yet to figure out about his alien partner. Human and Kheelen relations are touch and go as it is, and the fact that they’ve paired officers up like this for police work is a shoddy effort at best to keep the peace. There’s just still too much they don’t understand about one another for anything to go smoothly. Case in point—until today, Jin didn’t even know if the Kheelen could sneeze.

It’s not that they look all that different. Bipedal, humanoid, all the same parts and facial features—Kheelen just do everything more elegant and longer it seems like. Even now Vesen has to hunch over slightly to fit all the willowy six foot eight of himself inside Jin’s squad car, and he’s one of the shorter ones of his species. Vesen’s face is similarly angular and lean, almost feline, with deep black eyes and a nose that angles regally off the front of his profile. Jin has always thought the Kheelen look how high fashion used to think supermodels ought to look—distinctly alien, a little off putting, but still undeniably beautiful.

It helps that their skin comes in almost every shade of the rainbow. Vesen’s is a soft lilac, though you wouldn’t catch Jin admitting it. Nor should he even be thinking about how Vesen’s slightly-leaner-than-human nostrils are a little darker purple at the moment as they wriggle and flex with what looks like blatant irritation.

Thankfully, Vesen’s attitude keeps most amorous thoughts of Jin’s to a minimum. The guy’s taciturn, stoic, and doesn’t really give a shit about anyone but himself. He’s got a superiority complex too, but no one at the precinct seems to care. Everyone’s dealing with their own Kheelen partners and the messy diplomatic shitstorms they tend to kick up. It’s just unlucky Jin got the biggest fucking prick of the bunch.

He’s good at what he does though. They call him the Wraith. Jin has never seen anyone move like Vesen does, not even other Kheelen. At the very least, he’s not going to die with him as a partner.

At least, not from phaser fire. He may die from another problem entirely if the guy doesn’t stop sniffling like a leaky faucet next to him for the rest of this ride.

Jin squirms in his seat slightly and tries not to glance at Vesen out of the corner of his eye. Lean, purple forearms are braced against raised knees as the alien sits slightly crunched in the front seat. The seat is pulled all the way back but his legs are so damn long it’s impossible to make him comfortable. Jin thinks about getting the chief to requisition them some new vehicles. This is hardly fair.

Vesen’s dark silk hair is shaved down the sides of his skull and then braided across the top of his head and hung down his back, the braid extending all the way to the bottom of his spine. Self-consciously, Jin runs a hand through his own dark hair. Regulation cut. No frills. Pretty underwhelming all things considered.

His fingers come away dusty when he sets his hand back on the wheel. He frowns at his fingertips, rubbing them together slightly. The warehouse they raided today looked like it had been abandoned for decades. Maybe longer. He’s going to need a full decontamination shower after this—

“h-nNDT!”

His stomach drops. But coolly, he slides his eyes over to his passenger and finds Vesen as relaxed as ever. He’d stifled with barely a sound or movement at all. Only a slight irritated blink gives him away as he recovers

Jin could ignore it, and probably should. But the words are off his lips before he has a chance to stop them.

“I didn’t even know you could sneeze.”

He can feel the simmering fury radiating from the seat beside him as Vesen turns his head. Dark eyes bore into the side of his skull. Jin knows that look without even having to see it—imperious, infuriated.

Then, flatly in the dark baritone he’s come to loathe, Vesen responds, “Why would we not?”

Jin shrugs, “I dunno. Your biology is different from ours in a ton of different ways, I thought maybe you guys just didn’t.”

Vesen sniffs softly. The sound lashes a current of electricity up Jin’s spine.

“That is preposterous.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Jin concedes, “You have noses and you breathe air, so it stands to reason.”

“You—hh?” Vesen pauses, gasps and turns his head away, pressing his knuckle to his septum and flinching into another soundless stifle. He recovers with a dry sniffle and swears in his own language. Jin hasn’t picked up the translation just yet, but he understands the intent just fine.

“Bless you,” he says, and feels a certain thrill at saying it. Especially to Vesen, who by all accounts probably is taking this all as a knock to his pride.

As if on cue, the alien gives him a reproachful look. “What?” he snaps.

Jin waves a hand, “It’s a human saying…well, in some regions. When someone sneezes.”

“Foolish.”

“What do the Kheelen say when someone sneezes?”

“Why are you so interested, Jin-young?”

Jin’s cheeks flush slightly. The question is an honest one, but it’s said with just the right amount of judgment that it feels like it’s getting too close to the truth. He clears his throat and shrugs his shoulders.

“Just making conversation. We’re supposed to be learning about each other, right?”

There’s a long pause. The inside of the car is tense. Finally, Vesen sniffs lightly and sighs.

“We do not say anything. It is not a…common occurrence.”

He says this with a bit of embarrassment, which piques Jin’s interest tenfold. No wonder he hadn’t been sure if the Kheelen even possessed this biological function—he’s worked with enough of them for long enough now he was bound to have seen it happen at least once. But it’s never come up before. Not until this at least.

Trying to keep the angle of the conversation on scholarly curiosity rather than selfish, Jin tilts his head.

“Oh? Why’s that?”

Vesen doesn’t answer for a moment, and when Jin looks over he sees why. The alien is caught with his eyes half-lidded, mouth parted slightly, a shuddering breath quaking under his vest. He shakes his head and suddenly bows it, steepling his hands over his nose and mouth. A very human pose, Jin thinks, despite only having four fingers on each hand.

“hH’DDIISSShhyue!”

Vesen rises from his hands instantly and doesn’t give Jin time to bless him, or even react, “We are a very hardy species. Unlike humans, it takes a great deal to afflict our sensibilities.”

Just to be a dick, Jin blesses him anyway. Vesen cuts him a watery glare before Jin continues, struggling to keep his eyes on the road, “But…something is clearly uh…afflicting you now, right?”

Vesen sniffs pointedly, “It appears so.”

Jin’s boiling alive under his uniform all of a sudden. He knows he should stop fanning the fire but his mouth is moving faster than his brain, and he can’t help but keep asking questions. The slightly stuffy quality to Vesen’s deep voice as this progresses isn’t helping things either. He white-knuckles the steering wheel.

“I wonder what it is,” he hums, “Are you allergic to anything?”

“No.” Flat, unmoved, typical Vesen. Jin almost rolls his eyes.

“Then, are you sick?”

“I am not ill.”

“Then I’m at a loss, bud."

“It is not your concern, Jin-young,” Vesen assures him, but in that slightly dismissive way that seems to suggest it never was to begin with.

That might have been it, and for a few moments Jin thinks it’s over. But after a lengthy pause, he hears Vesen take a clipped breath beside him. Then, he lowers his face slowly into his hands once more and Jin tenses, waiting for the inevitable. Out of the corner of his eye he sees the alien’s massive shoulders rising with a swell of breath before—

“hhH-rrSCHH!” Stronger and harsher than the one that came before it. Vesen lifts his head, thinking he’s finished, but is taken by two itchy sounding ones almost immediately after. He doesn’t bother lowering his head again and merely sneezes freely, misting his own palms as he shudders into them. “Chhssyu! ccHSH!”

“Okay, see, it is kind of my concern,” Jin reasons, and leans over to reach past Vesen’s knees for the glove box, “Because you’re my partner and now I’m officially worried.”

Vesen isn’t listening. He’s lost in the throes of whatever it has meant to finally give into this tickle that’s been plaguing him since they left the warehouse. His hands still cupped in front of him, his upper lip curls back slightly as he gears up for another. Jin unlocks the glove box, the back of his hand drifting against Vesen’s knee for a moment.

“Sorry,” he says, his heart pounding.

Vesen responds in kind with a stuttered gasp and another powerful sneeze.

“hH? hhH! ehH’HDJSshoo!”

He wrenches to the side at the last second to try and direct it against the window but Jin still feels the spray of it against his forearm and nearly loses control of the fucking car. He manages to somehow keep them alive and also force a wad of napkins into Vesen’s hands.

“Here, Vesen.”

Vesen gathers the crumpled paper and presses it to his dripping nose. He blows hard—Jin didn’t know they did that either—which seems to help just for a moment.

“I’m gonna get you back to headquarters, okay?” Jin says, trying not to let his voice shake. He’s almost certain Vesen can hear his heart pounding but he’s hoping he’s a little too distracted by the itch to notice.

Vesen nods blearily and gets one liquid sniffle in before something sets him off again. He holds the sodden napkins just slightly away from him and sneezes against them in short bursts. “aeh’ESSCH! chSSCH! t’SHH!”

“Jesus, you gonna make it?” Jin asks. Am I?

“Focus on your driving, Jin-young,” Vesen says evenly and dabs at his nose, “There is no need for alarm.”

Ah, good. So Vesen can hear his heartbeat, but he thinks it’s anxiety, not anything else. Good. Jin can roll with that, at least. Interspecies relations are hard enough without adding weird kinks to the mix.

“Are you sure? Because—“

“hH’RRSsch!”

“You sound like—“

“hHuh’IISH! ISHH! hh-Hh?…”Vesen pauses on the last one, hanging in limbo with his gaze flickering on the horizon. Jin waits for him, watching his throat bob as the urge takes him.

“hhH’yyIISSHAh!”

Vesen cups that one into his palm, though it does nothing to lessen the volume.

Jin swallows, “Wow. Because you sound like you’re getting worse.”

“A passing ihhritation,” Vesen says, somehow managing to sound cold while his voice wavers.

In other words: drop it.

But Jin can already see his face twitching around the need to sneeze again. It’s five more minutes back to the station and god, if he can even get out of his squad car to walk in it’ll be a fucking miracle. Either way, he’s in trouble. They’re supposed to watch out for their Kheelen counterparts in the field. Have each other’s backs. Bringing one back sneezing his goddamn head off seems like the opposite of that.

“Should we open a window?” Jin asks.

Vesen nods through his next sneeze and fumbles for the controls on the side panel as he snaps forward.

“aeh’eESSCHUu!”

Jin gets the controls going on his own side for him and both windows peel open. City air streams through the car. It’s not exactly pleasant, but it’s not terrible either. Jin grew up here so it’s part and parcel of his being. He can’t imaging what it must be like for the Kheelen. Breathing sweet, fresh air every day of their own planet to now…this. Maybe that’s why Vesen in particular is so sensitive. Or maybe he’s overthinking it.

A tired, weak sneeze is directed out towards the open air and into Vesen’s curled fist as the alien leans to the window. “hh’iIShoo!”

“Bless. Any better?” Jin asks.

“It smells of smog and metal,” Vesen complains and slides his finger under his nose, wicking moisture away petulantly.

“Everyone’s a critic.”

They ride the rest of the way in relative quiet, Vesen with his head out the window like a dog and Jin lowering his body temperature to acceptable levels. By the time they get to the precinct he’s actually able to stand up and get out of the squad car and can feel everything below the waist.

Just in time for Vesen to come around the side of the car and pin him by the shoulder. Jin has to look up at him because he’s so tall, and his hand feels like a vice against him. Vesen could snap him like a twig if he wanted. Something he’s fond of reminding him.

“Tell anyone of what transpired here, Jin-young, and you will not live long enough to regret it,” Vesen hisses at him, pointed teeth flashing.

It would be intimidating were it not for the inadvertent sniffle that follows as Vesen backs off. His eyes grow slightly hazy even as they try to bore into Jin’s and his hand loosens on his shoulder.

“Aw, c’mon big guy, one more?” Jin asks, eyes flashing.

Fury sparks in Vesen’s face before the need overtakes him entirely. His expression crumples as he releases Jin to cover his nose and mouth with his hand and flinches into it.

“h’NNDXT!”

A full body shudder runs the length of Jin’s body. He can feel his lower belly melting again.

He smiles, “Bless you.”

Vesen growls and shoves at Jin with his opposite hand as he sniffles in recovery. He bares his teeth at him.

“Be quiet,” he says before turning away and heading toward the precinct steps.

“I think we bonded today!” Jin calls after him, “We’re making progress! Pioneers of human and Kheelen relations, you and me!”

#i was trying to link this to the ask and realized i couldn't find it anymore???#idk if i archived it or what and don't remember but its seemingly #vanished so #reposting for prosperity #snz kink #snzfic #my ocs #vesjin #if anyone finds the OG let me know im so confused lmao #ANYWAY THANK U FOR THE BEAUTIFUL ASK IM GOING TO BE RIDING THIS HIGH ALL DAY!!!!!

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ask2pame · 21 days

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a REALLY dumb rant about france's design cuz </3

i know hetalia character change over time but i think France's change from s5 to. s7 was downright cruel cuz

he had long soft blond hair!!!! and cutest face!!! he had chest hair!!!! his shirts barely buttoned properly !!!!!

and then we jump to world stars hes just .

like budget aside, who the hell is this..... im not a hater to him having brown hair but it robs him of that romantic vibe? like i know hima draws him a lot differently than the anime but its justtt not the sameee

this is NOT the same bitch

beautiful world france ... oh he was so perfect. he had like the sad but sweet eyes , the long hair, he dressed so nicely that fit his aesthetic and design. having a bow in his hair... !!!!!!

i still love him no matter what but MY god it makes me so sad

also sidenote early seasons france was still cute

#its that one audio thats like if u see a bitch with a bad bob that is NOT me turn the other way #beautiful world france fucking RAN so world stars france could give nothing #why is he dressed like an old ass man in all his pics!!! i know he's old but france should have like the first two buttons open on his shir #at the MINIMUM !!!!!!!#this is stupid i just needed to tell someone or i'd DIE #mun talks #i have so many thoughts of the designs and how they change so often and which one's i prefer LOL #if i ever make more france merch hes gonna bc s5 design cuz my heart hurts to draw him any other way

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andi-o-geyser · 1 year

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on my anti dr. jacob agenda sooo hard you don't even know. like the level of just how unprofessional, unethical, and fucking infuriating his choices are is putting me into so much of a rage i can no longer maintain my danny rojas level of live laugh love in this economy. bastard. bastard man. my worst enemy. im calling the kansas college of registered psychotherapy and regulatory board of ethics on him don't test me

#i have so much beef with him you don't fucking get it #everything about the situation should have his licence for practice instantly revoked #full stop #getting with a patient after treating both her and her husband in couples counselling and then seeing her individually #to coach her through her DIVORCE and then starting to date her???#its like he fucking wants to lose his liscence #its such a stupid fucking thing to do thats so morally reprehensible for him as a professional i just-#aksjhfkjJHKHKJKJKHLJKHFHDJSHKLHJKDSFHJRRRRRRRRR #like TECHNICALLY you can have relations with patients #TECHNICALLY #but theres a nearly decade long time minimum that has to elapse before thats like legal for the regulatory board???#its something like 7 years (at least where i live)#and thats not 7 years since you've met them #that's 7 years AFTER you stopped seeing them as a patient #just. fucking baffling #because thats a massively inappropriate relationship!!! its not allowed for a fucking reason!!!#you are not meant to be your therapist's friend and you are CERTAINLY not meant to fucking DATE THEM lijlasfhKJEKKKEE????#i'm fine. im good #everything is fine and i didnt just start the episode and break into a massive rant in the tags. we're fine :)#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso season 3 #andis thought geyser

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levi-dayne · 2 months

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silly little vent in the tags

#i really miss him and it's not fair how much i gave to him every day when i had to beg for attention back #i don't get why this always happens #it's every single person every single time #and they always tell me i was the best person they ever dated and i made them realize what being loved feels like or whatever #but i always end up more damaged #it feels like people think the way i love is like an apology from the universe that they can just take all of without reciprocating #instead of another traumatized person with feelings also trying to get what they give #it's so exhausting and frustrating i just want to love someone that loves me back #and they all say they do and tell me how great i am but they never listen when i communicate what i need and i have to beg #and they expect praise for the bare minimum #i asked him what he does for me and he said 'i was there to support you'#do you want a medal?? you SHOULD support your partners and your friends #and they all acknowledge that when the roles are reversed #what really fucks me up about it is when i see how they treated their exes #why not me?? what did i do wrong??#and they say i didn't do anything and that i was the best but no one acts like it #im so fucking tired of this it hurts so much #like i know for a fact my other ex legitimately saw me as his reward for persevering through rejection #when can people start seeing me as an equal to them that also wants to be loved and valued and needed?? it's not fair #people keep taking advantage of me and how caring i am towards them and it sucks #im losing hope once someone DOES treat me right i won't even trust it #personal posts 😌✨️✨️#tw vent

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perenlop · 11 months

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it’s a shame that wc is allergic to doing anything about significant characters being related because the potential of brightheart, cloudtail, and ferncloud all being grandparents to dovewing and ivypool... brightheart especially. do you think brightheart looks at ivypool sometimes with her shredded ears and scarred body and the haunted look in her eyes and sees herself.

#i rambled abt this on discord but augh the potential....#also new graphic novel shoots this down but uhhhhhh idc im ignoring it #but cloudtail being a confidant to dovewing... maybe even encouraging her to ignore starclan and become a kittypet #ferncloud would also just be so sweet because birchfall's the only survivor of her second litter #and shes canonically protective of him because of that and i think she'd have doted on his kids so hard #ive heard passing theories about dovewing becoming a permanent queen and tbh thatd honestly be sweet #bc thats also what her grandma did #also skimmed the wiki and apparently birchfall was insistent on sleeping in the nursery with whitewing when she was pregnant #and ik its like. bare minimum. but thats cute #i like to think he and ferncloud both doted on her and the kits so much ferncloud absolutely would have spoiled them #also cloudtail being an atheist but his granddaughters are haunted by cat heaven and cat hell respectively #he sees both of them get tormented over their respective conflicts and is like. ''i dont believe in starclan.... But.''#also tbh i think brightheart and ivypool should look similar... like they share the same pelt pattern except ivy is gray #while dove looks more like cloudtail in a lot of ways #echoed voice

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ruffgem · 5 months

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theres an element of my comic that i personally think is sooo stupid and funny but that nobody else on earth that i show it to seems to understand so i think its time i accept im not a funny sexy genius and that its actually just stupid/doesnt make sense so now i need to figure out a way to change it

#NOOOOO #basically i have this character who's an alien #but he doesn't really act like an alien and only has 'alien moments' in small inconveniences like getting his alien credit card declined at #ace hardware. etc.#and his costume is like.... like i have him dressed like some sort of 1970s hippie disco coolguy with sunglasses #and my teacher is like 'he looks like a normal guy in a costume and all the other characters look weirder than him'#like YESSS ISNT THAT FUNNY #i guess..... sniff sniff...... not...#hes supposed to be flashy and 'cool' because the main character is a nervous wreck and so #its supposed to be like. hey isnt it funny that he's 'alien' to the main character NOT because hes a literal alien but because #he can function in his daily life with confidence. and also treats people with bare minimum kindness #when the main character cannot stand up for himself and is surrounded by people who are cartoonishly mean to him #LIKE IDK. i think its funny. maybe its too many layers maybe i should just give up and give him 6 fingers and three legs or something #IM SCARED i cant afford to change everything now

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iknowwhereyousleepatnight · 23 days

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ugh had a conversation w someone and i thuink i upset them but also i was in the right

#me: ur neglecting ur pet snake and i think u should find a new home for him bc this is not good for him #them: i am so offended and i can’t do that bc i love him #me: if u loved him u would not neglect him tho #them: so if i take better care of him u will believe that i love him and leave me alone #me: if u need me to tell u to take care if ur pet’s basic needs to do it then i don’t think u really love them #them: i am so fucking offended and i am upset u can’t tell me how i feel #but also like this person was getting pissed bc another person we know takes care of their dogs like the bare minimum and we both were #upset by that but then?? they also don’t take care of their snake and now they’re upset bc i called them out on it?#they’re also upset bc of the “u don’t love ur pet” thing bc like. i can admit that i don’t like. feel love. a lot. like i like the cats #and i would be sad if i could never see them again but if i knew i could not take good care of them i would absolutely find them a new #home. like. idk if i can really feel love a lot? like i don’t love my family and i don’t know if i’ve ever loved my family and i don’t even #know if i’ve ever loved anyone. maybe except for goose i think i would die inside if something bad happened to him. but for the most part #i’ve only ever liked animals not loved them but i would still take care of them bc it’s my responsibility like they deserve care and even #if i’m bad at loving i would never want them to feel unloved and i just find it annoying that this person can claim to love but be content #with this kind of neglect. like i don’t need love to still be nice and take care of pets bc it makes me happy for them to be happy and #healthy so it’s weird to me that someone who claims they love so much (and they do this a lot) to not be bothered. like what is your #love doing for you? like i care but i don’t really love but they love and don’t really care and idk i think they should still care #i wonder if they’d let me take the snake. originally he actually was mine but we got him literally a week before smth happened that made #me fucked in the head so i gave him up because i knew i wasn’t fit to take care of him but i’ve been getting a lot better recently so #i think i’d be able to step back in atp #the real question is if they’d let me

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welcometoteyvat · 1 month

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ZHONGSCARA. FOR THE RANDOM PAIRING MEME........ THIS IS @zhongscara

hi user zhongscara i am finally making an attempt to release this from asks jail i hope this is at least a mediocre crumb

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Scaramouche still cries in his sleep. Zhongli watches yet another teardrop roll gently down his cheek, and notes how the wet streak on his face glistens in the glow of the dim cor lapis nightlight. It softens Scaramouche’s edges, smooths out all that pointiness, that cutting ruthlessness in his eyes and figure. His cheeks are still somewhat flushed, peony blush lightly glazed on his face—the same color of his wanton lips, his eyeliner that he didn’t take off. It seems that he enjoyed earlier more than he’d let on… Well, Zhongli will make a note of that for next time. For now—he carefully wipes away the half-dried tear stain, trails his long, graceful fingers along Scaramouche’s cheek, down his collarbone, across the perfect lines of his body. Hm. He’s exceedingly pretty like this, even without his acidic tongue and mercury-quick mind. Zhongli smiles.

“Sleep well, gentle breeze."

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notes: had another snippet idea that maybe i'll add later bc idk how to write yeah also idk how sex works if this is bad then 🧍‍♀️ also ty for answering the nickname ask <3 this was partially what it was for (风眠（处?）is sooo cute..) oh also i kinda fuck hard w scara pottery motifs idk if that matters but i tried adding some in. dk how well it worked

edit: actually this snippet idea would be a lot longer than i think i'd be willing to stick with. and i don't have enough of a grasp on these two to feel confident doing it either, so i'll just drop it here. anyways the concept is scara's puppet body and him and zhongli and kintsugi (and the gold lines work bc it's zhongli, mr. mora and cor lapis eyes) and breaking and patching him together (probably 50% through sex, but also through like talking and shit). 10k words, spans their initial meeting until they like properly get together, canon or modern au. at some point it's gotta include zhongli bending scara in half and also actual physical punishment. would be very metaphoric and touches on scara's bodily ""imperfections""

#eh... embarrassing.. i hope i did them... ok haha. we strive for mediocrity at bare minimum in this household #hard trying to make things remotely sexy so this didnt really turn out lighthearted/hot it just turned out (mystery emotion here)/pointless #zhongscara #zhongli #asks #zscara #teyvat thoughts #you should also know that i was debating to give him another name besides wanderer/scara #but then again i named my wanderer hat guy so its not like there's much room for creative inspiration #thrwoing this out there after like max 2 proofreads i wanna be inspired again.....#scaramouche #genshin impact #zhongli knowing full well scara is not gentle: gentle breeze :)

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insomniacs-keyboard · 2 days

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Word of advice: never become a manager

#I fucking hate this job I do not get paid enough to deal with an owner who treats anyone who isnt a cis man as inferior #when he couldn't even work a single day in his own store without fucking up because he doesnt even know how to use the register #and all those men that you pay more? all those men that you discuss wages with in the interview when women don't get that?#yeah they all leave or fuck things up so badly that they get fired for horrendous acts #but those women and transmen that you employ myself included have all been here for at minimum one to three years #and those men don't last 6 months #shocking that they come in #find out theyre getting paid a dollar less than your assistant manager and realize they don't have to do shit to get paid #they just have to exist #but your longest standing employees have to confront you about raises that they should have received months ago #anyways if I have to listen to him talk to me like I'm one of his children tomorrow I'm going to quit #and if I leave so will the other staff members at my location #good luck opening a new store when you don't even have staff for this one if you fuck up so bad tomorrow

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quatregats · 4 months

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Sorry for continuing to be Unwell™ about Hornblower it WILL happen again

#i'm not getting the next book until i get back from india which is after finals which i'm in the middle of and should be working on #so instead i am champing at the bit thinking about him. normal guy activities #i need to own the whole series actually. i need to have it on hand and just read it like five times over until it's memorized #like he's literally just a guy who they designed scientifically in a lab to render me completely useless #anyways help i have like 40 pages minimum that i need to write in the next two weeks i need my brain back #perce rambles

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mattodore · 10 months

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nearly two weeks later i've now officially finished writing and editing both of theo and matthias's questionnaires, have finished taking and editing both of their updated character pics, and am now putting together the actual posts for them

#river dipping #questionnaire lb #before you ask: no i didn't shave off any of theo's answers in fact i actually added a couple more sentences jkgfhkjf #matthias's is a little longer too but not by much #this honestly WOULD have been done yesterday if i hadn't went crazy in cas making the world's most MINISCULE changes to their sims #plus when i'm in cas something as simple as taking a new character pic for theo winds up taking three hours minimum...#LISTEN......... i don't know what happens i really don't i just black out i seriously should never look at mattodore in cas !!!! TRULY #...also then jerma went live streaming sorcery and i love watching him play it so i had to drop everything </3 #sawrryyyyy it's just that jerma is my silly little rabbit (your what?) my silly little rabbit (does he know you call him that?) no #..............anyway. i'm sure it'll take me like at least an hour to fix the formatting after i paste the answers into the new editor #...honestly might cave and read kmik if i get too frustrated lmao #seriously have been feeling actual pain trying to hold off on reading it like it's KILLING me.... my life force is draining away w/o dan

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asteria-argo · 23 days

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I’ve returned from work and I think my boss is a twat

#met him today #he looks like a frog but in a not fun way #he also looked me dead in the eye and suggested that make up should be incorporated into uniforms for girls to look more presentable #and he spent half an hour talking about how if this JOB was just a job to us we wouldn’t succeed with the company #Like I’m sorry you have no life sir but you will *not* catch me giving a shit about this job unless I am being paid to do so #minimum wage retail is NOT worth above and beyond I’m sorry

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Hello! I'm thinking about your cached AU again and I was wondering, what is Yoojin's relationship with Song Taewon with like? Because their relationship in canon (at least up to where I've read) is heavily influenced by the fact that Yoojin is an F rank who holds power over S Ranks, making him both a threat and someone to protect. Does Taewon just go red alert whenever Yoojin around now? Does Yoojin keep trying to be friends with him? Does Taewon find that terrifying?

HAHAHAHAHHA. OH BOY. THIS SURE IS A QUESTION THAT HAS AN ANSWER. a very long answer so i'm putting it under a cut. thanks for waiting and im sorry if its incoherent its like 6ish local time. or maybe not im not very concerned wth reading clocks rn

(on ao3)

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Be careful.

Taewon had wondered, when he received that message from Sung Hyunjae, if it was some sort of joke. A sly way of telling him he’d made trouble somewhere and he’d better prepare for the incoming paperwork, perhaps. The fact that it had been encoded suggested some degree of seriousness to it, but it was vague enough that he’d dismissed it and gotten ready for this long-delayed meeting.

Taewon locks eyes with Han Yoojin and is immediately struck by the complete lack of fear he finds there. So much so that he barely notices when Sung Hyunjae crushes his car with the breezy efficiency of a compactor.

And even as Sung Hyunjae gets out of his own car, even as he turns that amused, glittering gaze onto Han Yoojin, no apprehension sparks to life. No nerves. Just a cool, faintly disappointed look that he turns on the Seseong Guild Leader.

It stops the man in his tracks. Song Taewon blinks at Sung Hyunjae, faint smile frozen on his face, and looks back at Han Yoojin, who’s gazing at him now with a welcoming smile on his face.

…So that was a real warning, then.

Surely it can’t be for what Taewon thinks it is.

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Taewon was told Han Yoojin was an A-rank. While the Hunter Association staff had confirmed his stats were well within standard range, they’d also made no secret of gossiping about how even the A-rank he’d come in with had looked vaguely spooked. How Han Yoojin carried himself with that unthinking confidence and grace all S-ranks had. How, when Seok Gimyeong had gone to personally take him through the registration process, Han Yoojin’s expression had gone flat and stony, and while he’d cooperated, something in his demeanor had had everyone around him going quiet and hurrying through the steps as fast as possible.

What it boils down to, in the end, is a sense that he’s not what he seems.

What Taewon thinks it is, quite simply, is a high-rank fear-inducing skill. Han Yoojin has no reason to claim he’s lower-ranked than he actually is, not when being higher-ranked would mean getting fast-tracked to a much better lifestyle than what he had before.

What Taewon realizes upon meeting Han Yoojin is that either he was very, very wrong about the other man’s ambition (or lack thereof, as it happens), or that the fear induction skill is far more potent than anyone let on.

“Chief Song-nim?”

Taewon stares at Han Yoojin. He’s merely standing there with a bag of instant coffee in hand, gazing at Taewon over his shoulder, and yet, if Taewon’s phone was in his hand right now, he’d probably have crushed it. As it is, he realizes distantly, his nails are digging little crescents into his palms. “Han Yoojin-ssi,” he gets out, and then stalls immediately.

He’d come here with the assumption that Han Yoojin was an A-rank. Which means all his questions (I wanted to check, are you safe, are you being pressured, why did such a high-rank monster appear in a dungeon with only two S-ranks in it and how did you kill it anyway?) were tailored for an A-rank. For someone that needed protection.

Is something wrong, he’d wanted to ask.

Is something wrong with you? is what his mind supplies now.

“Are you—alright,” he manages eventually.

Han Yoojin stares back at him, fingers tensing faintly around the bag as Taewon speaks. “I… yes? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“…With… the Babar’s appearance in that last dungeon.” It gets easier to speak once he’s started. “And all the higher-ranks you’ve been around lately. I’d understand if you were feeling—stressed, or strained.”

“Ah.” Han Yoojin relaxes. “No, I’m alright. It’s been quite busy, but I’ve adjusted well enough, I think. Thank you for your concern.”

Truth, Taewon thinks. He seems too confident for it to be anything but. But how can that be? To face an SS-rank monster as a supposed A-rank—

“Are you sure?”

Han Yoojin glances at him out of the corner of his eye. The tension isn’t back, but there’s a frown tugging at his lips. Taewon forcibly uncurls the fists his hands have balled into, and continues. He needs a reference. He needs to know what Han Yoojin looks like when he’s lying. “The Babar alone was an SS-rank, and you may have had your brother and ward with you, but even then, facing such a monster as an A-rank—”

And there it is, the slightest creases around his eyes, how he looks down and to the side slightly before meeting Taewon’s gaze once more, lips thinning into a line. Taewon’s so busy thinking over their conversation so far, matching these markers against what’s been said, that he doesn’t realize what he’s saying—

“…seeing them fight… They may be your family, but they’re S-ranks before that. Which makes them dangerous, more than you know—”

Until it’s too late.

“What are you trying to say, Chief Song-nim?” Han Yoojin asks, letting go of the bag of coffee and turning to face him properly. His voice has taken on a sharp edge, and Taewon steps backwards before he even consciously acknowledges the sound. Han Yoojin just steps forward to match, bringing him dangerously close— “If there’s a point to this, I’d like if you could—”

Taewon has a hand around his throat.

Han Yoojin raises a hand (touching? grabbing?). Seize his wrist, twist his arm, shift the grip on his neck, until Han Yoojin is pinned face-down against the counter, cheek pressed against its surface.

Then Taewon realizes he’d moved to begin with.

“…What are you doing?”

Han Yoojin’s flat question kills Taewon’s hasty apology before it can even leave his mouth. His grip tightens instead of loosening. Some quiet part of his brain is counting out the handful of people and low-rank Hunters present in the building today. A much louder part of his mind says he’s testing the hold.

Han Yoojin flexes his hand again, shifting easily even in Taewon’s grip, and he—

He panics.

Looting flares, black not-smoke wreathing his fingers and Han Yoojin’s limbs. Vague surprise flickers over Han Yoojin’s face before his eyes rise to a point in the air before himself, likely checking his status window. Whatever he sees there has his eyes widening sharply.

And then, all at once, something closes off in his face, and he goes limp.

A different kind of alarm spikes through the white-out fear in Taewon’s mind and he tilts his head to get a better look at Han Yoojin’s face. There’s a tightness around his eyes, still, lips pressed together like he’s bracing for something. But when those eyes flick up to meet Taewon’s stare, there’s also a dull sort of… familiarity?

No, not familiarity.

Resignation.

Taewon feels sick. He all but rips his hands off Han Yoojin, backing away hastily. There’s already shadows on his skin where Taewon’s fingers had pressed against it. There’ll be bruises there by tonight. Earlier, even, because—how long had he had Looting active?

He can’t remember. He can’t remember the last time he lost control like that. His stomach twists. He feels sick.

Han Yoojin still hasn’t moved. Taewon tries to remember how tightly he was gripping his neck.

And then Han Yoojin slowly, slowly draws his arm to his side again, pushes off the counter with his other hand, and straightens back up. A pause. Then he turns, just a little, so he can look at Taewon.

They stare at each other in silence like that for a moment.

Then, in a thin voice: “Interesting skill you have there.”

Taewon’s breath catches. Han Yoojin doesn’t seem to notice as he tilts his head slightly and opens his mouth again.

“Why’d you stop?”

…

Taewon—

Taewon leaves, after that.

He doesn’t remember what he says. What he does. Han Yoojin has a knack for disabling his rational mind, it seems.

What he does know is this: that Han Yoojin’s voice, when he asked that question, was genuinely curious. Perhaps even a little pleading.

What he does know, looking back, is that Han Yoojin didn’t try to pull away. He shifted in Taewon’s hold, yes, and in his panic Taewon overreacted. But he never tried to break free.

(What Taewon doesn’t know if he wants to know is this:

How does a man like Han Yoojin end up feeling resignation?)

#cached au #my sranks #answered #licilou22 #star.txt #guy who has problems disorder meets guy who has problems disorder. what happens next will shock you #spoiler: they are going to have so many fucking problems. Together 🤝#i... hope this answers your question...?#re: protection/threat dilemma: stw's super on edge around him and it makes him lash out in panic sometimes #because hes used to the worst threats being shj or hyh level. and hyj is double that Minimum #but because hyj also presents as Just An A-Rank and genuinely seems like a decent guy + Actually Has A Moral Code #stw's Really Fucked Up about how he reacts to him. so he's just kind of ?!??!?!?! about him #eventually the fear will ebb as he gets used to it. and then he'll be more okay around him. but for now [sucks air through teeth] Nnnhh. No #meanwhile hyj is. not having a good time either. a reprieve from the constant burden/reminder of his brother's death? check #being thrown around and threatened and generally made to feel unsafe in what should be safe company and a safe place? check #just your- whats the phrase kdj used. just some ordinary trauma #hyj is a biiit more hesitant abt befriending him here but stw's formal/polite worksona is so strong that eventually he lets down his guard #which in turn makes stw relax more around him cuz hyj starts being Friendly instead of just Polite #so yes i guess they'll be friends. eventually. ...Very eventually

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