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lord-morpheus-ravens · 11 months

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I absolutely adore your work!! Could I request number 4 from the soft fic prompt list? Only if it sparks joy ❤️

Hiya nonny!! Sorry for the very late reply but I've been writing my thesis (and loving it, but it does leave very little room for anything else). Let's see if I can come up with something short and sweet for prompt 4. Neck kisses!

When Hob finally surfaced from his single-minded haze of grading, of poorly hand-written essays (cursive literacy might be the hill he had chosen to not-die on, but it was still a pain in the arse to have to sift through pages upon pages of shaky chicken scrawl) and weakly debated points, the light in the living room had dimmed, and the sofa clung to the shirt at his back like a second skin.

He unstuck himself and stretched, dropping the papers on the glass table before he stood, vaguely fancying a cup of tea, or perhaps a little water. Without bothering with his slippers, he crossed the hall, popping his spine as he went. The flat smelled like rain, clean rain, not the heavy, polluted kind he hadn't quite gotten used to in the 21st Century, and Hob smiled, peering inside the kitchen to find that at some point between noon and whatever hour of the evening this was, Dream had let himself into his home.

It was good that he no longer asked permission.

He was wearing one of Hob's shirts, the dear thing, and the neckline hung low and loose, exposing the smooth curve of a pale shoulder as Dream floated about the kitchen like a particularly sweet ghost, poking inside each and every cupboard like it contained the answers to all the questions of the universe. And he was singing -humming a gentle little tune under his breath, light and thoughtless and so achingly beautiful Hob found himself hovering by the doorway, just listening.

It was somehow at once familiar and unknown, like a half-forgotten lullaby, ancient and new, dotted with the sound of clinking china and Dream's catlike steps, the sound of home. Warmth bloomed inside Hob's chest, wetting his eyes, and his initial weariness fled him like he'd just woken from a long night of deep sleep.

"Hello, Hob," Dream said softly, and though his back was turned Hob knew he was smiling his shy little smile.

Breaking out of his mesmerised stupor, Hob rushed across the kitchen and gathered his lover's thin, unyielding body in his arms, pressed a kiss to the nearest cheekbone and took the honeypot from Dream's hand so they could twine their fingers. "Hello, my heart," he whispered, suddenly overwhelmed with affection for this otherwordly creature who had taken time out of his impossible duties to come and make tea for him. "It's so good to see you."

He reinforced the point by trailing his lips along the delicate shape of Dream's ear, pausing just beneath to touch his tongue to that sweet spot that always took the breath from him. Dream shivered, melting into his embrace, and raised his free hand to pet Hob's hair. "So I... ah... so I gathered."

Already half-drunk on the scent of him, petrichor and sugar and the sharp sting of star-matter, Hob parted his mouth just so and dropped slow, questing kisses along the white line of Dream's neck, so graciously exposed by his own ratty T-shirt (turned an obliging black to suit the wearer's tastes). Dream's blunt nails dug into his scalp at the tease, and Hob sucked a short-lived bruise into the tender skin in retaliation, splayed his palm over his beloved's stomach just to feel it quiver with tension.

"Come here, Dream, dove," he murmured, urging him to turn around so he could lift him onto the counter by the thighs; Dream's lashes fluttered over the ever-wet blue of his eyes, and he went easily, light as a feather, reaching for him arms and legs. "Christ, I'm the luckiest bastard in the universe."

Dream's huffing chuckle faded into a whine as Hob set his lips back over the curve of his throat, worrying the skin with his teeth. "I love you so much, sweetheart."

Throwing his head back to meet him with an arched spine, Dream folded himself around him and hung on, digging suddenly-boot-free heels at the small of his back. His cool hands fluttered restlessly about his body, finally finding purchase around the strands of his hair. "The tea," he panted, rolling their hips together even as he lifted Hob's face from the cradle of his neck. "The tea will get cold."

Hob cupped the dear face with gentle fingers and kissed his open mouth softly. "I will drink it cold," he promised. "And I will love it."

I hope you liked it!! It's a bit spicier than my usual, but the prompt WAS neck kisses, so...

#dreamling #dreamling fanfic #dream of the endless #the sandman #hob gadling #dream x hob #hob x dream #dreamling fic #vale writes #my writing #the sandman fanfiction #sweet prompts #does this count as #lemon #?

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onaliiiiim · 2 years

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What makes extroverts introverts

this is a linked universe fanfiction i made in the span of about 5 hours. Also about halfswy through i ended up taking a class on writing so i think thatll help with my fanfics :) I almost cried making this fic tbh

It was a hot and sunny day, I guess that isn’t a surprise considering it was the middle of summer… The Chain had ended up in Champion’s time, left in the middle of a plain, the castle in the distance, there was a bunch of construction all around, it looked like they were making villages or… reforming them….

“Why the fuck is there so much… construction” Legend blurts

“They are… still rebuilding Hyrule after the calamity” Wild answers, avoiding eye contact with the others.

“Yeah no shit, but does there really need to be that much.” Legend answers, looking around at the sight

“I think you might be underestimating just how much this kingdom was destroyed” Time says, which causes Legend to stutter, thinking of a way to fight back.

“….Fuck you….” He says after a moment of thought.

“Anyway…” Twilight says “where to first?” He asks

Wild pauses and looks around, as if deciding where to go first.

“I'm thinking we should head to Castle Town. It looks like since we last saw her, Flora has gotten to work on rebuilding this Hyrule, hiring construction workers… we should check up on her” Wild answers.

The chain had met Flora the last time they were in Wild’s Hyrule, she had blonde hair, about the same length as Wild’s, half of it was braided back with a light blue ribbon the same color as wild’s tunic. She also wore clothes the same shade as the ribbon and had full, green eyes.

It didn’t take too long for them to get to Castle Town, as it was in sight from where they teleported. When they got to Castle Town, they saw a number of people, it looked as if this place had already been finished, they could see many people setting up shop, running around frantically, and chatting loudly. It reminded Twilight of his Castle Town, always busy, only at rest during nighttime, and right at the start of dawn, it was busy again.

“Woah! Cool! I've never seen a place so populated!” Wind yells, running between each shop, bumping into residents in the process. Wild chased after him in an attempt to catch him. He dogged most of the residents before colliding with another traveler, the two hitting each other head first.

Wild hissed and drew back, pinching the bridge of his nose, he mumbles something before looking up at the traveler, the traveler seemed un phased by the impact, but he was staring in shock at Wild, he was just frozen, staring at him.

“I-i sorry sir…” Wild said, trying to free this stranger of the frozen stasis he was in. He was about to get back to chasing down the sailor when the stranger spoke up.

“You… you’re the Hylian Champion… aren’t you…?” the man asked.

Now Wild was frozen. How did this…stranger possibly know who he was?!

“Where could they have possibly gone!?! They could be anywhere!?!” Four says, trying to see above the crowd.

“They can't have wandered far… they’ll be fine…” Time said.

“How can you be so sure, they could’ve been kidnaped for all we know!” Four answered, obviously worried about the two, before taking off through the crowd, ducking down and staying undetected as he ran in the direction of the castle, looking up they saw Sailor, waving the group down. Before the rest of the group took off towards him, everyone but Twilight, as he had caught sight of something else, something he felt was more important…

“I… what..?” Wild said slowly looking up at the traveler.

“You’re the hero, aren’t you?” He said “the blue you’re wearing… is a royal blue, the same blue the champions wear. It's far too rare for just anyone to wear, also your sword and slate are a big giveaway.” He said in such a sure voice, he knew. He knew and Wild couldn’t do anything about it.

“He’s what!?!” A girl squealed excitedly “I never…. Thought id ever meet the hero” someone jumped in. Next thing he knew Champion was surrounded by almost everyone in town.

Wild was panicking at this point, he hated attention and was never used to it. When he tried to run he would be blocked off by more people. It was too much, and it was difficult to hide his emotions when they were THIS strong. Then again, no one seemed to notice his fear, no one seemed to care.

He panicked more when people started trying to touch him, grabbing his hand, trying to touch his sword and slate, and some pulling him towards themself. Wild hated being touched, he hardly even allowed the chain to touch him and had been insanely touch-starved.

The commotion was way too much for him to handle. when he’d try to get away he would be surrounded with even more people. He wanted more than anything to just curl up into a ball and cry, cry from all the stress, and cry like no one's watching. But he couldn’t, not with so many people watching.

He put his arms up over his face as if that could get them away, when suddenly he felt the touch of the strangers leave him. He slowly opened his eyes to see a familiar face. Standing in front of the champion, glaring down the crowd, trying to mimic Time’s death glare.

It was Twilight.

“Get away from him! Gosh you guys have no manners!” Twilight yells, and the crowd goes silent. “Do any of you even realize what you’re doing!?” He said, scanning the crowd, he looked towards the castle to see the other seven, they were watching the commotion from afar, half of them looked shocked, while the other half looked to be cheering the two on. Then he looked at Champion, he looked shocked and like he was on the brink of tears. He chose to ignore the other 8 and keep on with his yelling.

“If you guys cant control yourself you need to fuck off and do your own shit, not terrorize people!?!”

“But he’s the hero!” someone yells. Others nod in agreement

“So what if he’s the hero!?!? Doesn’t mean you should treat him any differently!! He’s a human just like the rest of you, the only difference is he cares about this land! About the people of this land! Do ya? Did any of ya stop to think how he felt, how he was reacting to y’all’s attention!” He yelled, and stared into the audience, no one spoke up, so Twi repeated himself.

“Well? Anyone!?!” He said.

Someone spoke up “W-well no but-“

“Then there you go! Leave! And maybe once you’ve changed, once you're ready, you can try again! But I doubt that’ll ever happen any time soon, after the shit you just pulled, you may not even be accepted to get to talk to him, but what do I know?” He says adding extra emphasis on the I.

“Scram! Now!” He yelled as the others ran back to do their business.

Once the commotion died down, Twi turned to Wild and looked at him with deep concern. Wild looked back at him, he looked shocked, afraid, and there were tears pooling under his eyes.

“Are you ok?” Twilight said soothingly as he got down to Wild’s height.

“You… you just did that.. for…me….” Wild said, voice shaky, looking up at Twilight.

“Of course I did! I couldn’t just let them do that to you!” He answered, putting his hands on Champion's shoulders.

They make eye contact, and seconds later Champion embraces Twilight, crying into his shoulder, desperately trying to muffle it as Twi strokes Wilds hair, remembering how his late mother would do so with him.

“Thank you…” he heard Wild say through his tears.

“No problem” Twilight says as he lays his head on top of Wild’s.

#lu fanfiction #legend of zelda #zelda #tloz #linkeduniverse #the legend of zelda #fanfic #linked universe #lu twilight #lu wild #lu legend #lu time #lu four #loz #lu wind #fanfiction #zelda fanfiction #fanfics

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rmd-writes · 1 year

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22, 39, and 51 for the writing asks!

29. What’s your revision or editing process like?

I tend to edit as I write - most often, when I open a doc I edit what is already there before I start writing again which means that the beginnings of my fics have been edited several times compared to the endings.

About half the time, I send my fics to a trusted friend to beta for me. I always intend to do this more often, because my writing is always better for having that feedback but sometimes I get impatient, or I don't want to bug my friends (which I know is silly because when I get asked to beta things my answer is almost always *grabby hands* unless I really don't have time).

If I've had a fic beta'd then I go through the suggested edits, review the entire doc again myself and then post it. And then, because I tend to post fics right before I go to sleep, I open the fic in the morning and find a bunch of things I've missed after it's been up on ao3 for a whole night 😅

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

I'm sharing something from a wip that I'm writing with @welcometololaland that is currently on pause while we fight with our current wips! I am fairly certain that I'm the one that wrote this section, Lola pls tell me if I'm wrong, but we've gotten to the point where we can't remember who wrote what in some parts of this!

“What are you even doing here, Mom? You never come to these things.”

“I had a meeting upstairs, thought I’d come and see if you actually turned up,” Gwyn explains.

TK glares at her. He hopes no one else can hear this conversation, because it’s embarrassing. The fact that he works for his mother isn’t exactly a secret, but he usually tries to maintain some level of professionalism when they interact in public. Sometimes it’s impossible.

“You know the whole point of these events is that you talk to new people, develop new relationships, not hide in the corner with your best friend and gossip.”

TK glances at Nancy who is studiously ignoring him. “Of course, Gwyn. We were just discussing our plan of attack when you came over,” Nancy fibs.

Gwyn looks at them both sceptically. “Mmhmm. See that he actually talks to someone new tonight, will you Nancy? TK, Nancy’s in charge tonight, she’s your superior after all.”

Nancy grins at that and TK rolls his eyes. “Fine.”

“And TK, honey, do up another button, this is a networking event, not a bar.” This time Gwyn does reach out and to brush some imaginary lint off his shoulder.

“Didn’t you meet Enzo at one of these things?” TK retorts, even as he follows his mother’s instructions and does up one of his buttons. He can see Nancy trying to hold in her laughter next to him as she mutters, “this is the best thing that’s happened today,” under her breath.

“I did. Doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want my son representing my firm at an event looking like he’s trying to pick up.” Gwyn takes a sip of her wine and makes a face. “I can’t drink this. Don’t forget we have brunch plans on Sunday, TK. Nancy, you’re welcome to join us if you’re free,” Gwyn says as she spins on one Louboutin-clad foot and strides away.

51. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Officially, 434,572 but that includes a bunch of collaborations so I think the actual number is somewhere closer to 340-360kk

PS. I have snippet sunday tags from @iboatedhere @strandnreyes @liminalmemories21 @reyesstrand pls consider this my snippet sunday post too!

#rmd answers #get to know your fic writer #snippet sunday #(un)professional services

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thecurioustale · 6 months

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Started reading your work recently and am impressed. How long do you think your current two projects will be when finished, in terms of word count?

Thank you for the kind words, anon! You're the first anonymous ask I've ever gotten that wasn't either spam or hating on me. :3

This is a good question, and one that I think about myself. My answer is kind of long so I'm putting the bottom line up top, and please take this with an enormous grain of salt because my crystal ball is a muddy one and so many things can change (up or down) in the editing:

The Galaxy Federal Inaugural Novel (working title) will probably be between 300,000 and 3 million words. If I really had to take a wild guess and narrow it down further, probably a little shy of the 1 million mark i.e. the 800,000 – 900,000 range.

Chapter 1 of After The Hero: A Curious Tale is harder to estimate for various reasons but is "probably" going to end up in the 200,000 – 700,000 range.

Okay, so that's the TL;DR. Now for the nitty gritty:

I have no friggin' clue! I have found with past experience that my estimates for this kind of thing are usually bad (and not in a specific direction or way).

A natural pair of questions to ask is: "What word count currently exists?" and "Roughly what percent of completion are these books at?"

The difficulty in my answering the first question is that, with the way my writing process works, I'd have to go and manually look at a bunch of different Word files and add it all up—an attainable chore but definitely a chore, as there are dozens and dozens of these files.

I've been working a lot on Galaxy Federal lately, adding a low tens of thousands of new words to the text just in the past three months. I am noticing lately that I am getting tantalizingly close to being able to stitch together a lot of material into a single manuscript document (or a couple documents), which will give me a much better impression both of my progress this year and much better estimating power as to what the finished book is likely to end up being in terms of length.

I had been holding off on looking at the word count till then, as a milestone reward. However, since I've been curious about this myself, and since someone has asked, I went and did a (very!) rough estimate of the existing manuscript text in the Galaxy Federal Inaugural Novel. This does not include supporting documentation, worldbuilding documents, etc.—just manuscript text.

As of today that number is currently 192,235 words (in 38 different documents). However, this is high, because I know there is some abandoned text in there as well as some other detritus inside the various manuscript documents that would be very time-consuming to factor out. I'm pretty confident in saying that the true number is close to 170,000, albeit with the caveat that not all of that, by any means, is going to make it into the final book.

The difficulty in my answering the second question—about the completion percentage—is that the Galaxy Federal Inaugural Novel still has some pretty fundamental unanswered questions and blank zones. I also don't really have a clue yet just how much cutting of existing text is likely to happen in the main editing phase. Probably quite a fair bit. ATH Chapter 1 has far fewer fundamental unanswered questions, but there are still huge areas of the text that haven't begun to get written. Less of it will be cut in editing than with the Galaxy Federal novel, as I have a much tighter grip on the ATH Chapter 1 story and am not writing many sections that are never likely to see the light of day.

A very wild shot in the dark for the percent completion on the Galaxy Federal Novel is that I am between one-ninth and one-half of the way there in terms of the entire project. The more optimistic "one-half" leans heavily on the extensive progress I have already made in world conceptualization, story construction, and the existing word count. The less optimistic "one-ninth" leans heavily on word count projections alone. But I can't stress enough just how wild of a guess this is. As for ATH Chapter 1, an equally wild guess is that I am about one-fourth of the way there, maybe closer to one-half if I again heavily factor in the existing story development and worldbuilding work that isn't directly reflected in the word count.

The good news is that I don't foresee that these rather anemic completion percentage estimates are going to take correspondingly more time in the future than their respective projects have already taken in the past. This is due to so much of the worldbuilding and story construction already being done, and also due to the fact that I have been writing a lot more frequently in the past couple years. If I truly were only one-ninth of the way through the Galaxy Federal Inaugural Novel, and have been working on it for almost seven years, then at a linear rate it would take me another fifty-five years or so to finish, and that's just not going to be the case. I anticipate finishing both books in this decade, barring personal disaster in my life (which could easily happen), and at least one of these two books is likely to be finished well before the end of the decade.

That's good news for the Galaxy Federal Inaugural Novel, which is a standalone work, but obviously raises questions about my ability to complete ATH in its entirety in my lifetime. =[

#Galaxy Federal #The Curious Tale #After The Hero #Word counts

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singingcookie · 4 months

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Fanfic Q&A!

Thank you for the tag @encyclopika, sorry I'm oh so very late getting back to it 😅

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Good question uhhhh 55???? That seems like way more than I thought it would be....

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

523,858 words! Granted over half of that is just my slow burn story so lol

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily I've written for My Hero Academia (40 out of the total 55). But I've also written for Kingdom Hearts, The World Ends With You, and more recently Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Oh that's a good question let's see...

Drops of Jupiter (829)

A Princess's Dilemma (381)

Within Arms Reach (378)

One Plus One Does Not Equal a Date (Probably?) (303)

I Roll to Seduce (296)

I'm...genuinely shocked one of my LoZ fics is up there??? And so high??? 1, 3, 4, and 5 are all from my hero fanfics which is not surprising and most of them are super old. Number 2 I only posted in June and it was my first fic for LoZ so that's...interesting to say the least.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! The last year or so I've had a hard time working up the energy or finding the words to respond to comments, sometimes. But whenever I do gather up the energy to do it, I tend to answer everything in my inbox in one fell swoop! And I always really appreciate getting them so tbh sometimes I feel bad that it can take so much energy to reply....

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh gosh idk if I have anything that qualifies as an angsty ending lol. Maybe Tarantism (a KH fic) because it's supposed to be feelsy and then the ending is one of those "it's just a dream" things haha.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Happiest...probably A Family's Orbit? The story has married izuocha with their first kid who they're not sure when or if she'll have a Quirk of her own. But the one-shot ends pretty happy.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Hmmmm I've gotten a handful of complaints on Drops of Jupiter, on occasion. Usually just people telling me I'm going too slow (when I put in the author's notes of the very first chapter that it's "the slowest of slow burns" smh). Or this one time someone told me I didn't give Deku enough victories in the fic and it would be way better if I did.

Outside of that though, I can't think of any on my other stuff. I've been blessed with very kind commentors, I think.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I've written a couple for Izuocha. But yknow usually, in all honesty, I've only ever written smut out of spite? The two fics I have (Burning Heat and Homecoming) were written in opposition to fandom tendencies at the time. Mostly everyone was talking about Izuku like someone who was a sex addict/sex god and Ochako was just kind of there. And I said "actually I think Deku's on the ace spectrum and probably mostly just cares about pleasing his partner than anything" and thus they were born. I haven't reread them in ages though that said lol

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Generally, no. However, about a year or so ago I got really into twewy again because I had just finished playing NEO:The World Ends With You. So I came up with a concept that kind of meshes twewy's concept with the my hero world? I only have one chapter posted of Death By Proxy so far, but I have an outline and little details written down whenever I'm in the right headspace for it. For what it's worth, you don't really need to know about twewy to read it, because Izuku finds out how everything works at the same time you do lol

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. Here's hoping it stays that way lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of? I've never been asked about it anyway.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not explicitly? I feel like I help out my friends with their stories and vice versa, but not really.

Oh!

Although once upon a time me and a friend (you know who you are) wrote a KH fanfic together but I guess that was moreso just for us than anything else lol

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Probably Izuocha, just going by the numbers.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Hmmm probably Eri-sitting? I really want to finish it at some point, and I posted the first part with every intention of doing it. But I never figured out the way I wanted to start chapter 2. Maybe someday though. Also!!! I did start writing a fanfic based off of heroes of the dark, but I didn't end up finishing it because it contrasted how the story ended and I thought completing that would be in poor taste with that said lol

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmmm I've always found dialogue and characterization comes easier to me than I think it does to most others? There's always been discussions I've seen where people are like "oh sometimes the characters just do what they want" and I've never really...had that happen? Or at least not in a way that completely alters a story like I've seen people say. Little actions or pieces of dialogue that take me by surprise, sure, but like never anything that completely alters a plot beat I had planned. But usually at least for me, the plot beats are so centered around who they are or how they act that the odds of them veering off course are incredibly slim, if that makes sense

God I'm rambling uh dialogue and characterization I guess was my point haha.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Probably description is the thing I have the hardest time with. Some people are so good at writing a setting and making everything seem so like immersive in that way. For me, I don't see the point in describing something unless it's like relevant and so my description tends to be very to the point.

Also estimating a story's length. Usually I come up with a concept and then I'll say "oh yeah this'll only be this long" and then I start writing and writing and realize I had a lot more to say than I thought I did initially. This has happened a handful of times now haha

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic.

I definitely don't see anything wrong with it. I usually only do it for small phrases, myself, but partially because I'm not fluent in anything except for English. And I generally try to do some research or I'll check with friends if I have any who speak the language I'm using.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Kingdom Hearts! Back in the days of yore, yours truly actually wrote KH retellings with OCs back on quizilla lmao. I wrote quite a lot back then although with how long it's been most of the things I posted on there don't exist anymore. But that was back during 8th grade when I started.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Oh hmm I don't know. I feel like favorites is tough because I like a lot of my stories but for different reasons. I'm exceedingly proud of Drops of Jupiter for example. And I think it's been a true adventure to write and does have some of my best work in it as a result.

But I also think some of the prose and concepts I've made for Call From the Wild has a special place in my heart. It's very different from...basically anything else I've ever written because most ever other fic is "modern" in a manner of speaking and this was my first time writing something that's...decidedly not lol. I also think I'm fond of it because it's adhering to canon while allowing me the creativity to come up with how certain things happened since the details before the Calamity in botw are pretty limited...

Basically I guess my favorite kind of fic I've written is anything that really allows me to go nuts creatively.

Thanks so much for sending this! I don't have anyone in particular I want to tag, but if any of my followers fill it out, please tag me so I can see it!

#kelly speaks #the cookie sings #tag game

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steamberrystudio · 2 years

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Hi! Ok so, I've never said/messaged anything before because I'm more of a lurker, so I'm sorry for not saying anything before now, but! I just want to start by saying I love your writing! Proof, on Steam I have 134+ hours for Changeling and 137+ hours for Gilded Shadows, and those numbers are only gonna grow because I come back to replay all the time (plus we haven't even gotten to Reuben and Yuu yet!). They're like, legit some of my fave games. Anyways, I do have a question/ask other than just showering you in praise. Sorry in advance for the wall of words but I am literally incapable of not typing a book no matter what it is. And that's paired with the fact that I've been wondering about this for a long time now and am dying to know now that Quill's route has been released. So without further rambling, my question is this: How does Neo Human/biosynth biology work as far as having children and just… reproducing and growth in general? I guess? Ok, like, I remember Quill said that they mature super quick where they're fully mature in like 5 years, and he also mentioned having parents and and sister. How does this work? Are biosynths "built" fully grown (and the parents are just the ones who built them? Or maybe where they got the bio DNA from or something?), or can they get pregnant/get others pregnant? If they can get pregnant, does the baby gestate for the same amount of time as "normal" humans, and then they give birth the same too? And once they're born, are they small like "normal" humans and then just rapidly grow into adulthood in like 5 years? Both mentally and physically? So something like looking and thinking like a infant/toddler when 1 or 2, like a child when 2 or 3, like an adolescent when 3 or 4, then a fully mature adult by 5? How does that work if they have a lot of sythetic parts? Like, their bones are zisiltan right? Can the non-biological components grow as they age like the bio parts can? Speaking of age, do they keep aging once they hit maturity? Can they grow old and die like "normal" humans? Can they get "upgrades" to keep themselves going longer, or do their bio parts force them to eventually expire like "normal" humans? If they do age, is it at the same rate as "normal" humans? On top of all that, if they can reproduce like "normal" humans, can they do so only with other biosynths or can they with a "normal" human? If so, how would that work? Would the child be half and half, or more one than the other? How does any of this work?? Ok. So I'm sorry for the question vomit up there, but I just have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this and am hyperfixating on the unknown details a bit, especially after Quill's route, and am just dying to know how that would all work, especially when imagining Quill's past, and his and Morgan's potential futures. I'm sorry if any of this made you uncomfortable or was inappropriate, or is just something you don't want to answer. If so, I understand. Just know that I love your writing! I get so invested and it makes me so curious to know everything about the beautiful worlds you create! <3

Some of the answers to your questions are undefined intentionally (I just didn't want to) but I'll answer what I did make up my mind on. One thing I decided early on is that it's really not comparable to the human experience because humans and Neo Humans aren't the same species.

When you look at something like a puppy and a fawn - puppies are helpless little sausages for weeks while fawns can stand and move around on their own in less than hour. They're just not comparable in terms of development. You'd never be able to understand a fawn's development in terms of a puppy's development. You have to look at it like its own thing.

It's kind of the same scenario. In many cases, there is not a 1:1 comparison between human children and Neo Human children because they're totally separate things.

To get to specific questions.

- Neo humans do not and cannot reproduce sexually, no. They do, indeed, have to be engineered. They have no mechanism for sexual reproduction and fertility. That said, they can "have offspring" with a normal human since genetically, their organic parts are human.

- I ultimately decided that Neos probably use a generic construct for the first few years of their life before being transferred into a permanent body. This gives time for their permanent bodies to be fully constructed. But means that the children probably are smaller than adults (for convenience) but are also kind of…all the same in appearance.

- They do get biological information from the parents' bio-parts which are used for the child's bio-parts (the only gene editing they do is for fatal genetic anomalies. They don't do any other gene editing/fixing) and are able to engineer the physical body by extrapolating the physical features of the parents into a child. So Quill, for example, does share DNA with his parents and there is a family resemblance.

Quill and Morgan could have a child together (you never asked but I felt like that's what you were getting at). They would be engineered like a typical NH child using Quill and Morgan's DNA as well as their physical appearances.

- Neo Human children are pretty self-sufficient incredibly fast. And because their brains develop quickly, they have no equivalent of infancy or, really even being a toddler. They grow and learn in a completely unique way that isn't really comparable directly to human childhood.

- Regarding ageing: One thing that I can't remember if I've ever stated openly is that humans on Arcalis naturally live much longer than our current life span. It's normally about 150 Earth years (so in Arcalian years, getting up into the 200s is really common even without medical intervention). Their "prime" is much longer, though they hit maturity at the same pace. So they essentially become an adult at the same pace we do but then stay in their "prime" for a much longer period.

An example I use is Keres who, I think, is 50 earth years. I actually made him look older in the game than he should because I didn't want to have to explain the age thing. But he's actually considered quite young still and would probably not look that much older than Caissa. He should probably look like someone in his early 30s (no grey hair for sure). But, I did make him look older to not confuse people. If you think about life stages, Keres is only 1/3 of the way through, not middle aged like you'd assume.

So the reason I bring this up is because when we start talking about ageing - even for Neo Humans - in the first place you have to understand that everyone is reaching their geriatric stage much later than what you would think. And then, yes, there are medical interventions that can absolutely keep people alive even longer. But brains are organic and that is where the consciousness resides. You can only prolong life for as long as the brain can last; you can't just replace that with an upgrade like you can a heart or something like that.

So I don't have a set life span for Arcalians in general. Neo Humans probably live a little longer than most humans because their physical bodies are already mostly cybernetic. And due to restrictions most humans can't add enough cybernetics to prolong their lives that much. But it's not a situation where Neo Humans are basically immortal. I don't know how much longer their life expectancy is. Maybe a few decades but probably not as much as you'd expect - and humans could definitely live as long without the restrictions to use of extreme cybernetics.

Anyway, I hope that answers all your questions - I didn't touch on everything you asked but mostly because some answers are implied by other answers while some questions become moot for the same reasons.

#gilded shadows #quill #biosynth lore

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lastcrush · 8 months

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everyone say hiiii to shion .... info under the cut... will be added to mass plots post & muse page asap. as always you can like this post if u are interested in plotting with xem

content warnings : cannibalism if we're being technical? he's a ghoul... pregnancy, discussion of abortion, death, murder, its just bad here

iwasaki, shion

nicknames n/a age twenty-nine gender genderfluid pronouns he/xe/she sexuality bisexual occupation medical examiner fellow species one-eyed ghoul / half-ghoul

okay as a brief . forewarning . yes my ghoul lore is heavily inspired by tg. no it is not 100% following tg because it's been (counts on fingers) 7+ years since i've read the manga. yes you may have seen similar lore on a previous blog that i may or may not have been writing on. please mind your own.

mom = hana , hunter of the supernatural dad = ghoul ... uh oh ! mom's sister = mei , hunter

hana's dad and mei kill shion's ghoul dad when they find out that he's a ghoul and that mom is pregnant. not much was known about how a human body will take to carrying the child of a ghoul at the time, because of the dwindling number of ghouls thanks to their work as hunters. despite her parents' pressuring to terminate her pregnancy, she goes through with it, declaring that she's done with hunting and that she just wants to raise her child in peace. she doesn't wish her upbringing, one filled with the fear of knowing too much about the world around her, on her unborn child. a week after her lover's death, she retires, leaving the agency her family has worked with for centuries and moving as far away as possible.

her pregnancy is terrible and every single day is a battle, especially since she's isolated herself from friends and family. when she goes into labor, she calls her sister and begs her, and only her to come help her. she's the only one she can trust, despite everything she saw happen that night.

hana dies after an awful labor, and she leaves mei with a notebook that she's kept for her child to have of her. the name shion is written there, and is given to the child. shion's eyes are human and reflexes are fine and everything is normal. definitely not a ghoul. a miracle baby, really. hana wanted shion to be raised unknowing of what lays beyond the veil that separates the normal world from the supernatural, so that's what mei and her wife, divya, do.

from a young age, shion is told two things. one: his moms love him very very much. two: he has a rare blood condition which is why he should be extremely cautious at all times. cautious of what? everything. shion is not allowed to spend unsupervised time out of the house, lest he's hurt without one of his moms nearby. when he asks what exactly is wrong, the same answer is given: nothing, he just needs a little extra care. questions about where his moms work are artfully dodged until shion simply stops asking.

he hits his rebellious period at age thirteen. shion sneaks out in the middle of the night to go to the skatepark with friends that don't consider themselves friends of shion as much as he does them. it's just a little dare, but it has shion ringing his doorbell in tears at two in the morning on a school night. divya is the one that opens the door, and she immediately yells for mei. the injury isn't so bad once the blood is rinsed away, but the hiccupping sobs don't disappear along with it. shion is convinced he's going to die because of the blood thing that they always told him to be careful of, and while his moms try to calm his anxieties, he's still fearful.

when he's older, he's deciding between a career in engineering and medicine. engineering supports how introverted he is, but he is ridiculously curious about his blood disorder that he still hasn't gotten questions for. besides, he's been seeing things. he decides to go into medicine, and pursues an anatomy and clinical pathology residency after medical school.

during the tail end of his residency, he's working on samples from a recently deceased subject and his personal protective equipment was simply not ppe'ing. the deceased is.... well the marks on the body are peculiar, nothing that he's ever seen before. eyes have strange cataract looking things. blood samples look very very odd under the microscope. long story short, shion was investigating a dead ghoul body and he cut his finger through the glove and the blood sample from the ghoul mixed with theirs.

he doesn't realize he's changed until it's too late.

two weeks after that odd case, the medical examiner that shion is doing his residency with disappears.

(between you and me, shion ate him. oopsie daisy) that sucks!

shion, scared out of his mind, pretends that everything is a-ok and goes on with his life. occasionally he cuts into bodies and gets hungry but that's normal these are normal things to feel it's just a medical examiner thing.

his moms know. they know. they don't say anything, they just watch from a distance, keep tabs on him just in case it's time to bring him in.

all of that aside, as a fellow, he's been looking at cases on his own recently and has started to be pulled into cases of the supernatural nature. he's very, very new to it all.

some ghoul lore !

ORIGIN. ghouls predate the creation of vampires by a few decades. the species was conceived through the summoning of a demon gone wrong. intending to gain supernatural powers to "take over the world" the person who performed the summoning was offered a choice by the demon. of course, said choice wasn't very fair. the person ended up almost dying in exchange for heightened power, senses, and stamina. through their back protruded a weapon like organ capable of massive damage. the only downside was that they had to give up their humanity. the only way that the person could survive was through eating humans. many others met a similar fate as them and procreated. all children of two ghouls were ghouls as well. much, much more rare were half ghouls, or more commonly called one-eyed ghouls.

CURRENT STATUS. while the species was nearly as prolific as the vampires that came after them, the numbers dwindled quickly. due to their more dangerous nature, supernatural hunters targeted them first. now, they are so unknown that they rarely appear even in mythical appendices unless you are looking at the right one. the species is close to extinction and only a small handful are living to this day.

ATTRIBUTES AND ABILITIES. ghouls have to eat humans to survive. preferably, said human is fresh, but hungry ghouls don't care about the difference in taste. food that humans eat taste just awful, and young ghouls find it difficult to eat it even to keep up appearances. older, more experienced ghouls have built a tolerance to human food and are able to eat small portions to appear human to everyone else. still, they have to throw it up within a few hours. coffee and water are the two human foods/drinks that they can consume. coffee will actually satiate their hunger for a bit. all ghouls have an organ that protrudes through their back and emerges when they would like. this organ is called a telum. usually, this would be while they are feeding or in a fight. when not in use, the telum is about the size of the spleen and sits near a kidney. there are four different types of telums that have their own benefits/weaknesses in battle. additionally, when the telum is activated, the ghouls eyes will have black scleras and red irises. sharp/pointed teeth appear and nails extend into claws to assist in attacks, defense, and capturing/eating prey.

ONE-EYED GHOULS. one-eyed ghouls are very uncommon. a female ghoul procreating with a male human will never have a successful pregnancy as the environment would be too toxic to develop in for the fetus. a ghoul male and human female can have a child, but it is risky, unlikely, and always results in premature birth and the death of the mother. the baby is born human. all attributes of the child are human and will remain human until death unless the blood or an organ of a full ghoul is transferred to them. there is a specific molecule in the blood that must be activated for ghoul traits to appear. additionally, the one-eyed ghoul will never be able to have blood or organs donated to them from a regular human. one-eyed ghouls can ingest human food without consequence, however the food will be flavorless and have an unappealing texture. they still have to eat human flesh to survive, though it can be pushed off longer (about a week) if necessary. they do not receive any nutritional benefits from regular food. like full ghouls, coffee can be used to satiate their hunger if needed. in half ghouls, the left eye is a 'ghoul eye', which is why they are called one-eyed ghouls. they heal quickly from injuries that were caused by a human, but require more time to heal from injuries due to another ghoul or supernatural creature.

SHION. shion is a one-eyed ghoul and his telum manifests as a wing-like weapon that appears near their shoulder blades. they are lightweight and allows shion to attack at a high speed. this is best for fighting long distance and can be used as a shield. the stamina of people with this version of the telum depletes rather quickly.

#this is long as fuck sorry its half a lore dump half a background #he does have a human verse & vampire verse for those that prefer that #& KEVA : OUT.

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latibvles · 2 years

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jarring realization that i haven't actually haven't done a proper introduction post — no time like the present I suppose?

Anyways you can refer to me as either Poet or Lexi ( or any variation of those two nicknames, Poe, Lex, etc. ). I am nineteen years old ( as of June 2021, because I will no doubt forget to update this as I age so please feel free to do that math ) and go by any pronouns ( although I must ask if we are not close, please stick to she / they ). I'm currently in college pursuing a degree in english, with hopes of being an editor in the future. I've been writing since I was eleven years old and like to think I've gotten pretty good at it. This is my first time posting any work on Tumblr, despite being a reader of stories on here for quite some time.

I am a self-proclaimed "war boy enjoyer" — so you can safely assume I've watched Band of Brothers, The Pacific, and a few different films. Haven't gotten around to Generation Kill quite yet. Outside of period pieces, I enjoy tolkienverse, animanga, and thai dramas primarily. I also play a lot of Dungeons & Dragons and play a lot of video games ( and for all our sakes I am a Gemini, ENXP, and 8w7 ). I’ve got a puppy named Loki who likes to bite my hands to prevent me from writing, and I’m prone to impulse posting AUs at 3am because all of my friends are enablers (affectionate).

My pride and joy, my current focus work is Sad, Beautiful, Tragic, which you can read here on Tumblr and here on AO3. It’s sister work and some extra fun bits are also posted on my AO3. I’ve also got an OC Masterlist here featuring some OCs from my next work, With A Fighting Heart, which I am quite fond of. They’ve got their respective tags if you’d like to read about them too.

SOME USEFUL TAGS

" poet's think thoughts " — alternatively titled "the poet screams into the void and now you must all listen." this is first and foremost a place of safety and comfort, as my url suggests. also just

" poet's mail box " — anything from my inbox goes here including answers to games & writing challenges

" poe's pals " — anything from friends / mutuals goes here

" poet's notepad " — i try to update this fairly regularly with whatever drabbles / ficlets i’ve written which aren’t apart of the main fic

“ poet’s secret friends ” — my anon tag, for those of you who are a little too shy to say hello, but I love you anyway

“ hi pretty boy ” — gifsets of my favorite war boys ( so .. a lot of ron + dick + some snafu sprinkled in there too ) alternatively, for my favorite women — try “ hi pretty girl ”

SOME FIC RECS alternatively titled "what is getting Poet through the semester?" complete with AO3 / masterlist links (and their tumblrs, if I have it) — can also be found under #fic recs

The Names We Call Upon by TysMisadventures ; for my Dragon Age enjoyers. I am Elera's number one fan and also her wife. If Solas won't make a move I WILL! Also I love a good Modern AU.

A Garden In Bloom by Arlana ; it has Hanahaki and Medieval AU in Haikyuu. Also the first AO3 fic I ever read and life just hasn't been the same since. I love princes falling in love.

Fire on Fire by liebgotts-lovergirl ( @liebgotts-lovergirl ) ; I am going to war for Alix Martinelli. If she asked me to jump I would ask how high. I am her number one fan.

The Darkening Sky by MercuryGray ( @mercurygray ) ; If you see me crying over Annie Sutton in a public restroom no you don't. I'm cheering Joan Warren on with pom-poms whenever she does anything ever. I am her ride or die forever.

Barren Soul by softspeirs ( @softspeirs ) ; If Kat Gray has million numbers of fan i am one of them . if Kat Gray has ten fans i am one of them. if Kat Gray has only one fan that is me . if Kat Gray has no fans, that means i am dead . if world is against the Kat Gray, i am against the world.

as spring makes promises outside by shoshiwrites ( @shoshiwrites ) ; shoshi will write an au and I will think about it for the next month and a half and that’s not even a joke. anyways flower shops and joe toye and jo brandt will save 2022 and if you disagree argue with your momma.

#introductory post #poet’s think thoughts #band of brothers #fic recs #helpful links #poet’s intro

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xellandria · 10 months

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Some time toward the end of March, I broke a tooth. I don't remember the specific day but I can tell you it was a Thursday night cos it was during raid time, so I called my insurance-mandated dentist the next day aaaand... they're a Monday-Thursday joint. Suffered all weekend, called them on Monday and the earliest they could get me in for an emergency appointment was two weeks later. Which, you know, I took because what else was I going to do?

If you know me at all you know that this is one of my personal nightmares. I don't know why dentistry in general makes me as anxious as it does because it's not like I had bad teeth growing up or any specific bad dentist memories or anything (though I did randomly mentally scar myself by watching Ren & Stimpy once when I was too young for it, that's a vivid enough memory) but here we are.

Anyway two weeks later it turns out that it was my bottom right wisdom tooth, which somehow makes it at least a little better because the wisdom teeth are "optional" and you're not really expected to get through life with them, they're just kind of bonus teeth, right? At some point during the pandemic I'd broken both wisdom teeth on the left side of my mouth and when I'd tried getting dental attention for that everybody was closed because peak pandemic hours, so I've just been living with random spurts of tooth pain for years at this point. But anyway the dentist was going to put in a referral to an oral surgeon and I'd just get all four (three broken, one not broken yet) out. Sucks, but a routine enough thing. Also found out at that time that I had some cavities and the soonest they could get me in to deal with those was August.

Two or three weeks later I'd gotten the letter from my insurance saying that the preauth had gone through but the oral surgeon hadn't called me yet. I was in varying amounts of pain so I called the dentist asking both for the status of that referral ("oh we sent it over but here's their number you can call them") and for advice on what to do about the pain in the interim (where I had to go through a song and dance to prove I wasn't an addict but eventually got a low grade one-time prescription; I'm down to my last of those pills now). That was mid-May, two months after my initial dental emergency.

Called the oral surgeon, set up a consult appointment for that which was only available at a time when I had a different doctor's appointment already scheduled, which I then had to reschedule. Eventually got in to see the oral surgeon in the middle of June and asked him too many questions and it turns out that as the result of my questions and answers to the questions I asked, he couldn't do the surgery because he felt I was too anxious to be able to handle it without being fully sedated, which he was unable to do outside of a hospital setting due to legal... something... so he was going to notify my dentist and they would get me a referral to a different oral surgeon who works within a hospital setting so they could actually do the damn surgery.

Two weeks later I called my dentist again to find out what the status of that referral is, only to find out that no, my oral surgeon hadn't actually told my dentist about that so they were under the impression that things were working smoothly on my end. They started the referral process then but of course we're now in the start of July and I've been dealing with this since the end of March and... you know.

Middle of July comes around and I get a text right at the end of one of my spravato sessions from a maxillofacial and oral surgery center to call them at whatever number to set up an appointment. Except they don't say where they are.

They're in Portland. That's a three and a half hour drive away. But they are, apparently, the closest available full sedation oral surgeon covered by my insurance so I GUESS THAT'S WHAT WE'RE DOING NOW.

My consultation appointment with them is next Thursday--which yes, I have to do in person, which means an eight hour round trip just to have them look into my mouth in person and be like "yeah you need surgery" and then set up the actual surgery, which will probably be a multi-day thing because it's full sedation so they'll need to keep an eye on me afterwards. My mom and I have no idea what we're going to do about the cats; depending on what time of day the surgery ends up being scheduled for it's possible she'll drive me up the day before and I'll stay in a hotel then take a taxi to the hotel at like 6am or whatever the day of, then she'll drive back up to pick me up the day after. I have no idea. The other option is dragging both cats three and a half hours up to a cat-friendly hotel in Portland and hanging out there for two days. We'll see.

Circling back around to the actual dentist, yesterday was the appointment for some of the fillings in those cavities they discovered while I was there. It was supposed to be an hour long but I was sitting in the chair unsupervised for ten minutes before the dentist came in and said that the nurse+he had talked and decided I was too anxious to get my fillings done outside of full sedation too and he was going to put in a referral to a guy in Redmond to do that under IV sedation as well. I was just fucking sitting there! I wasn't hyperventilating or anything! My blood pressure was fine! WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE, I WAS DOING PRETTY WELL I THOUGHT?

Anyway so now that's up in the air too. At least while I was there I got a prescription for another ~15 pills to hopefully keep me alive until the actual surgery. Unfortunately I'm writing all this at four, five in the morning because it's a bad pain day and I keep getting woken up by the pain in my mouth and throughout the writing of all this the tramadol should have kicked in and hasn't done shit so I don't really know what I'm going to do at this point. I'm so tired of all this. It's been five months and nothing has actually been done.

#xellafail #health is hard #tw: teeth

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Hello, I see you’re very knowledgeable about dobes. They’re my favorite dog and I’ve been interested in getting a euro working line puppy to train up for service work (anxiety and vertigo mostly) but I have gotten cold feet due to the heart issues common in the breed. Could you tell me a bit more about these problems? I’ve heard it’s impossible to genetically screen them at this time and onset can be sudden/deadly at the dog’s midlife point. Are these things accurate? What are breeders doing to try and mitigate this issue?

Thank you if you take the time to answer these questions. I really enjoy your blog. It’s very enlightening on so many issues. And sorry if these are frequently asked questions.

I would not get a working line doberman as a service dog of any sort but especially not for anxiety. Dobermans in general are tricky for this because correct doberman temperament is not service dog temperament. There are dobes that are successful but they are not common due to lacking essential pieces of doberman temperament. If you were to get one, generally speaking show lines of any country are the more likely to be successful. Simply put, there's a reason my next service dog after my doberman passed was not another doberman, and this maybe-puppy I'm waiting on is not at all intended for service work.

Doberman heart conditions are 100% impossible to predict. There are two genetic tests for markers correlated with DCM, however dogs who have neither marker still die from DCM. Creed's parents were both clear for both markers and both developed DCM and died anyway. Additionally one of Creed's full litter siblings tested positive for having one copy of one of the markers despite both of his parents being clear for both. A parentage test revealed that it's not a mistake, he is for sure the product of both of those clear dogs. So does that mean the markers can mutate sponteneously? He's had some iffy holtor results as he ages but not enough to fully diagnose him with DCM.

It's also impossible to predict via physical testing of the heart. There are dogs that die from DCM despite having fantastic EKGs and holtors. There are dogs with abysmal EKGs and holtors and they live for more than a decade after diagnosis. There are dogs that died young from DCM that produced progeny that lived into their teens, and dogs that lived into their teens with progeny that died young from DCM. We call it the breed bogeyman for a reason. It can strike at any time- the youngest dog I've seen claimed by this disease was 5 months old. He was a euro show line, if it makes a difference to you.

Breeders currently are doing a number of things to try to mitigate this issue but this is a multifaceted problem that, at this point, may not be 100% solveable. Meaning even if we found the true cause of DCM and were able to predict it, it's very possible and even likely that there is no stopping DCM from affecting dobermans without fundamentally changing the breed.

This is because there were dogs dying from 'heat stroke' 'sudden collapse' 'found in kennel dead' way back during the creation of the breed, and science was not good enough to tell us that this was not only a heart problem but one that would endanger the breed for a very long time. Additionally, by the time the nazis took over the breed, the doberman was already a highly inbred dog with multiple son-to-mother, father-to-daughter, popular sires producing hundreds of litters and then the relatives of those popular sires producing with first cousins, half-siblings, etc types of breedings. WWI and WWII created serious bottlenecks in the breed as A: the common German person started not having enough food to feed themselves let alone their dogs during post-war economic depressions and B: specifically Hitler really liked blood purity and took inbreeding of various German breeds to the next level. The US was having similar problems with economic depression during the post-war Great Depression, and the breeding of purebred dogs was largely associated only with people who had a lot of free time and money on their hands, which was in short supply as the Depression and Prohibition stretched on. After (and during) WWII there was a strong anti-German sentiment and various breed names were changed to feel less German, including the dobe and the GSD. While some have changed back and regained their popularity, others have not. Then, in the 70s, when various dog breeding registries cracked down on vicious dogs and bad temperaments, the breed went through yet another bottleneck as we bred away from some of the more vicious dogs that made up the breed to make them safer to be around.

And we've still had a few bottlenecks since then; the advent of genetic testing has caused breeders to abandon breedings and flush semen of many dogs when genes for vWD and the two DCM markers were discovered. The severely reduced genetic diveristy of the breed does not bode well with its future survival, as it's becoming incredibly likely that we're looking at a dead end either way. Either the doberman completely dies out due to DCM, or we outcross trying to save diversity but sacrificing everything people love about dobermans outside of the aesthetic. Dobermans are a highly refined breed that are very unique and there's really no ither breed like them... and part of that is because they're so inbred that they're all effectively clones of each other.

Right now, breeders are expected to be determining if their dogs have either of the DCM markers and how many copies they have (and if they are affected, to breed to non-affected dogs, though that's been taking some convincing for some) and to be doing yearly EKGs and at-least-yearly (preferrably every 3 months) 24 hour (but new science says 48 is better) holtors on all of their breeding dogs. This is pretty expensive overall and it's what causes dobe pricing to be so high. However I want you to understand that even doing all of this does not guarantee that a dog will not develop DCM. It just determines if the dog is currently showing symptoms of DCM. DCM is called the silent killer specifically because you can do all that and still have your dog collapse and die in the middle of fetch in the backyard.

Many breeders of all stripes are currently mixing lines and going back to older, less used semen of dogs that were either never bred or bred rarely. This has had the wonderful effect of reducing COI dramatically in the breed, as the breed average is about 40% and in some lines closer to 60%. Btw the COI between full siblings with humans is 50% so that means that genetically, most dobermans are more or less as related to each other as siblings. We've had success reducing the COI by half- there are a bunch of young dogs right now that are around 20%. The COI between half siblings with humans is 25%, so we've managed to get some amount of control over this but not a lot. These dogs are still too young to determine if this will help. The oldest of them I believe are turning three. And, for the record, Creed was considered an improvement on breed average at 35% and still died age 7.5 from cancer 🤷‍♂️

Will this be enough for us to fix this? Who knows. But it's better to try than to sit on our hands and do nothing.

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drunktuesdays · 2 years

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Please consider: Matt Jackson as a noir femme fatale, sitting in the PI's office, fluttering his lashes and saying he has no idea why these men might be after him, or where the rare sculpture, or his (late) husband's will might be, but you will help me, won't you Mr Cassidy, he'd be so grateful... He may or may not be wearing a little pillbox hat with a black veil. (And O.C. maybe just started this agency or is covering while his boss is out of town, and has no idea what to do, because he recognises Cliché Femme Fatale, and this is not like his usual divorces and background checks,but also, what kind of detective would turn down the chance to be Sam Spade? And Matt is being as Much as he can, because he also knows how this works, and if you're going to a detective for help under mysterious, dubious circumstances, you absolutely should do your best Brigid O'Shaughnessy.)

okay i'm fully losing it. this is the best thing i've ever gotten in my inbox. i'm SO happy to think about Chuck and Trent's Best Friends Detective Agency, and dummy lil oc showing up one day and just answering their phones unasked. half the time he takes phone messages with the wrong numbers or doesn't ask their names. but chuck and trent would NEVER fire him......also the cases they take are basically scooby doo level.

absolutely screaming my little face off to think about oc alone in the office, making coffee (badly) or whatever, and then matt SWEEPING IN. ABSOLUTELY CORRECT he has a pillbox hat with a veil and black lace gloves up to his elbows and PROBABLY a slit in his skirt that he crosses his legs under constantly. WE'VE LOST OUR MINDS ANON BUT WHO GIVES A SHIT!!!!!!!!!! Matt fake cries into a tissue about his missing husband (who he killed) and how people are snooping around the mansion (where he killed his husband) and would the fine detectives be willing to help Matt find his husband (that he actually killed)? OC has not noticed matt flashing legs nor does he seem to care that matt appears to be the world's worst liar. "uhhhhhhhhh," he says. "i forget what they charge, but like.....probably...."

"oh money is no object," MattWidow assures him, dabbing his dry eyes with the tissue. "not for the safe return of my dear husband....."

"uh huh," oc says.

#it occurred to me halfway through this post #that once a fucking gain i made matt jackson debbie from addam's family values #did i stop? no i kept going #wrestling #MY WORK #asks

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 3 years

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It's Delicate: Part II

Summary: Spencer Reid finds himself at a gas station at 2:00 am, thinking he’s only leaving with a cup of crappy coffee. But something taped to the door catches his eye. Spencer leaves the gas station with more than he intended: the chance at a friend, and maybe something more along the way.

Word Count: 3.6 k

Author’s Note: Here's the second part in It's Delicate, my first chapter fic. I've planned out kind of where I see this eventually going! Thank you to anyone who reads, likes, comments, and reblogs. It really means the world to me.

Content Warnings: Expletive language (3 uses), mentions of drug use, sexual innuendo

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It's Delicate

Sitting on the plane, Spencer looks out from the little window. For hours, there’s been nothing but corn fields and clouds. It’s eerily peaceful, being there high above the clouds. His whole life Spencer has felt this distance between him and everyone else, but nothing makes that feeling more prominent than being strapped in a glorified metal box 35,000 feet off the Earth’s surface. But the thing is, Spencer does need to be flying above the trees to feel lonely. He can do that with two feet on the ground.

Luke sits across Spencer, the table between them and a deck of playing cards are spread out across its surface. He has to nudge Spencer’s leg from under the table, trying to bring him back to reality as he stares out the window.

“Whatcha thinking,” Luke asks, Spencer has been noticing more and more that Luke is one of the few people that actually listens to him.

Spencer, whose mind is racing too fast to even formulate an articulate thought, attempts to dodge Luke’s question with a noncommittal shrug.

“Reid, these cases are hard for all of us, you gotta know that man,” Luke says, laying down a four of a kind.

Spencer narrows his eyes, shocked that it hasn’t clicked yet for the rest of the team. He cracks his neck, preparing to answer Luke.

“We almost locked up an innocent man, Alvez. I almost sent another man to the same fate as myself. What kind of fucked up message is that?” Spencer says, throwing down the cards on the table. He doesn’t wait for Luke to respond.

“I fold,”

Spencer walks off into the small kitchenette to make a cup of coffee. He doesn’t want to think about his increased reliance on coffee, because he knows it’s a hot cup of coffee or a cold needle of Dilaudid in his veins. Spencer checks his watch, it’s 10:17 pm, maybe too late to find a meeting at a church or rec center somewhere.

He sneaks a peak at his phone, which was still unfortunately on Airplane Mode, he hasn’t even gotten a chance to see if Y/N has responded. He doesn’t know much about her, just as much as she knows about him.

It’s a brave new world for Spencer and he’s knee deep into the unknown.

Spencer can feel Luke’s eyes on him. He just knows that the minute he gets home, a certain tech expert will be ringing him. He knows that it’s Luke’s way of caring, but for someone who’s been alone for so long, having people that actually care is almost drowning.

Walking back to his seat, Spencer hands Luke a coffee. He smiles slightly; it’s the awkward smile that he used to make when intimating police chiefs and idiot cops would look him up and down like he’s a TA. It’s a peace offering for Luke, who despite his tough looking exterior, is one of the kindest people Spencer knows.

“Look, Reid. I’m sorry that we didn’t put it together. It’s just that man that we caught, he’s not like you. He’s not innocent of crimes, he’s just innocent of this crime,” Luke says in an attempt to make Spencer feel a little bit better.

“The thing is Luke, I’m exactly like that man,”

Spencer returns to staring out the window. The cards and the coffee on the table are long ignored for the silence that is found when you’re high above the clouds.

Spencer hears Tara and Emily murmur quietly about going out for a round of drinks. Luke accepts, while JJ and Matt decline, eager to get home to their families. Emily looks over at Spencer, her eyes silently scanning him, his body language. Spencer knows that there’s nothing he can hide from Emily, so there’s no use in trying to pretend he’s alright when she can take one look at him and know that nothing is right.

“You guys have fun, I’m going to head home and get some sleep. I plan on visiting my mom tomorrow and mornings are usually better for her,” Spencer says, slinging his go bag around his shoulders and making the trek back to the security to check out.

He walks slowly, enjoying the sound of the crickets chirping as he trudges along. Spencer tries not to think about the man, Richard, who was almost locked up for a crime that he didn’t commit. Spencer is pretty sure that being the person to throw an innocent man in jail is worse than being the innocent man in jail.

Spencer’s phone buzzes loudly, disturbing the silence of his walk. He looks at the phone to see a couple of messages from Y/N. Spencer slides open the lock to his phone and hits the button to read her messages.

Y/N: Spencer...that has a nice ring to it. So tell me a little bit about yourself. Your big three, but as books. Go! 🌞🌙⬆️

Furrowing his brow, Spencer reads the message over again. He does not have a clue what “big three” means, but it seems like some sort of pop culture thing that he’s not skilled in. He wants to text Garcia for a translation, but he’s also not too keen on telling her how he came across Y/N’s number.

Y/N: I assume you’re working, but I'm kind of impatient so I’ll give you mine 🙃 I’m a Little Women sun, an Emma moon, and an In Cold Blood rising.

Y/N: Oh no….I hope my astrology didn’t turn you off

Y/N: Not that I was trying to turn you on

Y/N: omg Y/N please shut the fuck up

Astrology? Spencer isn’t one to judge, but he’s a scientist first and foremost. The idea that there is something written about him in the stars seems like ludicrous. He decided to ignore the other messages, particularly the ones with a little more than slight innuendo.

Spencer: Y/N- I’m sorry I just got out of work. As for my big three, I’m not sure about astrology. I don’t particularly believe in pseudoscience. But those are good choices. In Cold Blood is an excellent choice. Capote spent years researching the case. In fact his prose and technique inspired the entire “Nonfiction novel” genre. The world of journalism and true crime would not be where it is without Capote’s work.

Y/N: Oh my god. You are a total nerd. 🙀

That stops Spencer right in his tracks. He’s only a couple of yards away from the Volvo at this point, but somehow it feels a million miles away. You are a total nerd. The words replay in his mind as the small gray bubbles pop up again. Spencer can feel his heart constrict at Y/N’s words. It’s ridiculous, he’s nearly 34 and is getting upset that a stranger called him a nerd. Spencer unlocks his car and tosses his go bag, phone included onto the passenger seat.

After a couple of minutes his phone buzzes again. He’s half tempted to answer it, but the way his heart seems to beat faster tells him to ignore it.

Y/N: I fucking love it and I think you’ll love this too

Spencer’s entire demeanor changes as he reads the message. He’s always had difficulties reading emotion in writing, especially when he can’t analyze the handwriting. Sometimes, it’s even harder to judge inflection during conversations. Maybe that is why Spencer has spent all this time studying people, studying the way that their minds work. Before he can get too lost in his thoughts, another message pops up.

Y/N: Meet Capote and Second Cat

Y/N: They are the loves of my life

Spencer: They are very...distinguished looking. Capote is an excellent name choice then. Second Cat is also quite catchy.

Spencer hesitates before sending the message, he notices that Y/N uses what Garcia calls “emojis” quite frequently. He assumes that it’s some sort of “texting lingo” that expresses emotion in small graphics. Great, he thinks. He already has a difficult time deciphering Y/N’s cryptic wording and now he’s got to analyze these emojis.

Maybe he should profile her. He re-reads the message and settles on a “😄” because he figures that he can’t go wrong with offering Y/N a smile.

Spencer: I don’t have a cat, but when I was a kid I always wanted one, they’re quite good companions for those that live several different kinds of lifestyles. From active to sedentary, they are adaptable and independent. Honestly they are the perfect pet.

Y/N: Is this your way of telling you’re a crazy cat man? 😜 🙀

Spencer, still sitting in his car that’s parked in the parking lot, chuckles at Y/N’s response to his message. Maybe it’s just easier to ignore his rambling when it’s done through 1s and 0s and there isn’t a face to the words.

Spencer: I’m actually more of a fish guy

Y/N: Like a “I-like-to-go-fishing-and-post-picture-of-myself-kissing-my-catch-on-Tinder” kind of fish guy or...I can’t think of any other kind of fish men

Spencer, not totally understanding the obvious joke that Y/N is trying to make, settles on something that he hasn’t really ever tried: being himself.

Spencer: Not quite sure what a Tinder is, but I think fishing is terrifying and kissing a fish is something out of nightmares. But his name is Leo

Y/N: DiCaprio?

Spencer: Uhh, Tolstoy

Y/N: Good😉 ⚔️🕊️ 🇷🇺

Spencer glances at his clock on the control panel, it tells him that he’s been messaging with Y/N back and forth for nearly 22 minutes. He nearly forgot how tired he was.

Spencer: Y/N- I’m so sorry but, I just got to my car to drive home from work. I’ll text you tomorrow morning about the book club, maybe we can figure out some things.

Y/N: OMG Spencer!! you should have told me. I’ve been talking ur ear off. sleep well and yes please tomorrow we can talk about the book club

Y/N: Good night, Book Buddy 😴

Spencer wants to respond to Y/N, but he doesn’t know what to say. She seems to text so easily, and judging by that, she must be around Spencer’s age or a little bit younger. Besides JJ and Penelope, Spencer has never had a friend close to his age. It’s a strange new territory for him and he’s walking in head first into No Man’s Land.

He starts his Volvo, the check engine still lights but, reminding him once again to go get it fixed. Driving away from the parking lot, Spencer hands over his ID to Gina, the security guard. She checks his ID and gives him a tired smile. Spencer, as he drives home to his apartment, thinking about what books he and Y/N will read together. He wonders what kind of books are her favorite, if they have any authors that they can obsess over together, or if what she thinks a poet’s prose is.

The summer air rushing in through the window is nowhere as warm and as comforting as thought of Spencer finally having a friend that isn’t able to read the scars of his past in the text bubbles that pop up on her screen.

When Spencer opens his eyes for the first time that morning, he isn’t sure where he is. Sometimes, before he can stop his thoughts from travelling there, Spencer thinks he’s still in jail. He hates the feeling of terror that rushes over him but he hates the idea of being vulnerable a little bit more. But the softness of his pillows and the coolness of his cotton sheets remind him that he’s not sleeping on a hard cot with only a layer of fabric over his body. The light streams in through the half closed blinds, and Spencer judges by how brightly the sun shines in, it must be around 9:45 am.

He supposes that he prefers the way the sun’s rays paint horizontal bars across his face more than the vertical bars that cast gray shadows over his cell at Milburn Penitentiary.

It’s a day off from work, so Spencer didn’t set an alarm, instead allowing his mind and his body to catch up on some much needed rest. The nightmares have been getting better, but his dreams are still haunted by the way that he hardly recognizes himself anymore. Deciding that it will be a day spent in pajamas, Spencer goes to his bookshelf in his bedroom to pick out a couple of novels to read while he drinks his morning coffee and defrosts some of Luke’s strawberry pastries.

Before heading out of his room, Spencer stops himself in the doorway. He replays the events of last night. He declined to go out with the rest of the team, while he walked to his car he thought about the crickets telling the temperature, and he read over Y/N’s messages.

Y/N.

He promised he’d text her back in the morning about their book club. Last night, she didn’t seem to mind Spencer’s long messages and awkward phrasing. He still doesn’t really know how this Book Buddy thing would work, but since he found Y/N’s number on the flyer, he can only assume that she knows what to do. He leaps on his bed, landing with thud on his belly, to grab his phone that charges on his nightstand.

Spencer settles at his kitchen table, a cup of steaming hot Dark Roast coffee in a Captain Spock mug in one hand and, surprisingly, his phone in the other. He scrolls through the messages from last night, Y/N’s cat and emojis tempt a smile to Spencer’s face.

Not entirely sure how to start the conversation again, Spencer looks around for inspiration until his eyes land on a certain fish tank in the corner of his apartment. He snaps a quick picture of Leo and attaches it to the message.

Spencer: Good Morning from Leo & Spencer

Spencer sets down his phone after a moment when he realizes that Y/N is probably not going to answer him back in a couple of seconds. He takes out a strawberry pastry from his freezer and puts it into the toaster oven on a non-stick baking sheet. His thumbs run across the texture of the book he started on the plane ride after his and Luke’s ill fated poker game. It's a thin book of collected essays on the meaning of life. Camus, to Spencer, is a little pessimistic with his droning on about the meaninglessness of life. Though Spence has seen the absolute worst that humanity has to offer, he still has to believe that there’s a deeper meaning behind it all.

His toaster oven rings, altering him so that his toasted strawberry pastry is cooked. He plates his breakfast and pours himself another cup of coffee- he’ll need it to get through Camus’s section on Absurdism this early in the morning. But the flash of Spencer’s phone screen sends him reaching for his phone. Y/N replied to his message.

Y/N: hi leo!!!

Y/N: and you too Spencer :) Did you get a good night’s sleep. You got back late it seems.

Spencer, taking a bite of the strawberry pastry, ignores the burning sensation in his mouth. He types out a response to Y/N as he washes down the bite with a swing of coffee.

Spencer: I did, thank you. Can you tell me a little bit more about this book buddy thing. From what I gathered from the flyer it’s like a little book club of our own and we meet at the bookstore?

It doesn’t take long for Y/N to respond. The little gray dots pop up almost immediately after Spencer’s message is delivered.

Y/N: That’s about right! Is it okay if I call you? Kinda easier to talk that way 🤷‍♀️

Spencer reads over the message a couple of times. He doesn’t really like to talk on the phone and only does it out of necessity. He’s pretty sure that his voice is grating and his vocal fry is quite irritating. Yet, he finds himself replying “yes” to Y/N. Soon enough, his phone buzzes in his hand and Spencer has to remind himself how to pick up a call.

“Spencer? Um, this is Spencer Reid, right?” the voice says. It’s a woman’s voice and he can only assume that it’s Y/N, considering it is her phone number calling him.

“Y/N, uh hi. This is Dr. Spencer- I mean this is Spencer,” he says, nearly forgetting that Y/N doesn’t know him as Dr. Reid, but as just Spencer. It’s been a long time since someone has known him as Spencer.

“Oh great! It’s wonderful to finally have a voice to your name. So about these buddy reads. You seem to have a good grasp of what they are,” Y/N’s voice trails off a little bit at the end and Spencer finds it natural to fill in the silence.

“Yes, the flyer was quite informative. But I was wondering, do we read the same books or do we read different books?” Spencer asks, trying to restrain himself from scaring Y/N off. But something about her made him think that she didn’t scare easily.

Y/N chuckles lightly in the speaker of her phone, “that’s a good question, uh, I was actually going to ask you what you would rather. We can read the same books, or if it’s okay with you we can choose what the other would read for that week,”

“Oh really?” Spencer says, very much aware how his voice rises a couple of octaves. He can’t trust himself to hold back on rambling over the phone Y/N, so he resorts to using his strained, brittle voice that’s full of hesitation and restraint.

“That’s the plan, so whatcha thinking, Spencer,” Y/N says playfully, like she can sense that phone conversations maybe not make him feel at ease. There’s something so natural and silvery about her voice; it reminds Spencer of an audiobook reader. While he’s not too keen on audiobooks, he’s sure that he’d listen to anything she reads or has to say.

“Um, I think it sounds interesting to pick out books for each other. I tend to gravitate towards more technical books or even books that aren’t in English so, uh, I think it would be interesting to get out of my comfort zone,” Spencer says, cringing internally at using the word “interesting” twice in a couple of sentences.

“Well, as long as you don’t pick out something in physics or anything by Ayn Rand then I’d say we’re good,” Y/N says. Spencer thinks it’s a joke, but he’s not too sure how to respond.

“Will you still be my Book Buddy if I read 1 out of 2 of those?” Spencer asks, hoping she’d get that he is trying to continue the joke.

“Oh no Spencer please don’t tell me you’re an Ayn Rand fanboy,” she says, and by the airy way she laughs, Spencer ventures to guess his joke landed successfully.

“So,” Spencer starts, he never has made plans with people outside of his team, and on top of that, there’s something about Y/N’s quickness that makes him a little nervous to meet her.

“I’m talking your ear off, aren’t I? Please Spencer, if you’re going to be my Book Buddy, you’re going to have to get used to me talking a lot, especially you pick out good books, which, I already have a feeling you’re going to be favorite Book Buddy,”

For once in his life, Spencer doesn’t really know how to respond. He lets out something in between a strangled laughter and a noncommittal chuckle.

“So,” Y/N says, mirroring Spencer’s earlier words, “so are you free tonight, I can meet you at the bookstore..”

Y/N’s voice trails off and Spencer leaps to finish her sentences. It doesn’t feel like his interjecting or interrupting, but like he’s snapping a puzzle piece together.

“Does 7 work?” “7 is great, Spencer. It’s a date,”

Those three little words send Spencer’s eyes flying wide open. He scrambles to come up with answer to louden the silence that falls, but he swears he can hear a string of quiet curses before Y/N manages to squeak out a small “goodbye,”

Y/N’s last words play back in Spencer’s ears. He scolds himself for being so weird and awkward that the very idea of going on a date with him would send Y/N in a tizzy. It’s not a date, because Spencer can’t think about it being a date. It’s not a date because of the looming photo above his mantle that freezes his future in the past. It’s not a date because of the nightmare of vertical bars that haunt his dreams

It’s not a date. It’s so not a date because Spencer would call Luke to come over to help him if it was.

“Hey Luke,” Spencer says, trying to control the nervous waves in his voice, “no man, I’m fine, it’s uh, easier if you just come over. I’m fine, really,”

Y/N: I really hope you're not an Ayn Rand fanboy 😉

It’s so not a date.

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namparktae · 3 years

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Kim Namjoon

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲ᵏⁿʲ

You arrived at your bestfriend Namjoon's house. It was his mother's birthday and you had come over for dinner as she had invited you to spend the night with them. You're very close with Joons family as his mother considered you as her second daughter.

Namjoons mother opened the door as she invited you in.

"Y/n my darling, come inside!"

"Hi mrs Kim. Here, these are for you. Happy birthday."

Walking inside the large porch, she led you into the dining room where you handed her a large bunch of her favourite flowers with a box of chocolates tied to them.

"Oh Y/n, these are beautiful, angel. Thank you. And I've told you darling, call me Hae."

She kissed you on your forehead as you took a seat at the large dinner table. Kim Hae was a very successful business woman, her success flew high after Namjoons father left when he was young, so his mother transformed his life for him and his sister.

"Ew you're here." Namjoon playfully said as he seated himself down next to you.

"Nice to see you too Joon." You replied, turning your head to look at him as you rolled your eyes.

"Hey, Namjoon be nice. You two can go upstairs I've got a business meeting to attend before dinner. Geong Min is out with her friends so she won't be back until later." Hae said, grabbing her keys and leaving the kitchen. The front door slammed closed and you was left alone with Joon.

Entering his room you jumped and sat back on his bed, he seated himself in his desk chair and put his headphones on and resumed his game. Becoming bored, you flopped down to lay on his bed as you let out a loud huff of exhaustion as you were starting to look around his room. You peered at the photo frame you bought him for his birthday just gone. His 23rd. It was a photo of you and him together as children, playing on the climbing frame your mother used to bring you both to.

"Y/n you okay?"

"Yeah I'm okay just bored Joon, can we watch a movie?" You asked.

"Lemme just finish up with Kook playing this game and I'll be right with you." He said and turned back to his video game.

You pulled your phone from your pocket and started scrolling through social media, when suddenly you looked up to see a frustrated Namjoon sitting in front of you.

"What's happened?" You asked as you could still tell he was listening to jungkook in his headphones, not paying attention to you at all.

Jungkook shouted loud through the headphones so you could hear him. 'Y/n, Noona, let me take you on a date. Please Noona. Namjoon-hyung won't give me your number.'

Noona? Where did that come from?

Jungkook was 19, although you are a year older than him, he'd never called you that before. You could tell he was teasing Namjoon, and it was definitely working by the look on his face. He switched his console off and threw his headphones onto his desk

"What's gotten into you?" You asked again, hoping to get a reply this time. "I don't like him asking about you, all he does is ask me about you and it's annoying." He answered.

"He asks about me? Why?"

"Because he clearly wants to date you y/n, I can't allow it."

He edged closer to you, running his hand along your thigh as he looked deep into your eyes.

"...And I don't like him calling you Noona."

You don't know why his words affected you so much but Namjoon got closer and closer until you wrapped your arms around his neck to close the space you both as you attached your lips onto his, inviting him into a heated make out session.

His tongue dipped in and out of your mouth as you both fought for dominance between the two of you, he obviously won as he grabbed your hips, pulling you onto his lap while you wrapped your legs around his waist. Joons hand travelled up and down your spine, letting his fingers run against your warm skin as he lifted your shirt, exposing your top half completely. The lust in his eyes completely took over asif he was compelled as they turned a darker shade of brown and a smirk crawled across his lips.

Your hips moved against his bulging member, pressing your heat against him to create friction as you felt yourself becoming wetter for him. Without breaking the kiss he unhooked your bra and pulled your arms out of the straps. He pulled away and took your hardened nipple between his lips as you let out a loud moan for him as he continued to suck on your boob, your hand traveled to his clothed length and palmed him gently. Namjoon let out a breathy groan into your mouth as you pulled your hand away and returned to grinding on him, pleasing your clit as the movement was too enjoyable.

His large hands grasped your hips with more force this time, helping you rock against his hard on. Your climax was approaching as you felt the warmth in your stomach begin to fade and unravel. Joon let you reach your high as his hands forced your hips to push harder and grind faster on him as he latched his mouth onto your neck, leaving red patches as he sucked hard on your sweet spot, earning another loud moan from you.

"Come baby, let daddy please you. Be a good girl."

Namjoon began undressing himself with your help as you got rid of your jeans and underwear for him, he kissed your chest as he laid you down on his bed, then positioned himself between your legs as he kissed your stomach to the top of your pussy. Joon dipped his tongue into your fold to tease you slightly, yet he inserted a finger into your dripping hole to spread your juices up onto your clit. He didn't hesitate to press his fingers against your sensitive nub as he began to rub circles around it.

"N-Namjoon... Mhmmm, just like that."

"Uh huh. That's not my name baby, what's my name?"

"Mmm daddy."

"Good baby girl, such a good girl for me."

His praises sent you over the edge while his tongue entered you, flicking against your sensitive clit as he let two of his fingers curl inside of you, hitting your spot perfectly. He sucked harshly on your heat as you felt close to your second orgasm. Pulling his fingers from you aswell as his face, you instantly whined from loss of pleasure.

"Has anyone eaten you like that y/n baby?"

Shaking your head vigorously, you squeezed your eyes closed. You was on the verge of tears from the pleasure feeling so good, you really wasn't ready for him to stop so suddenly.

"Don't be sad baby, come here and help daddy for a second and I'll make it up to you y/n."

Sitting up, you kissed his lips again, tasting yourself on his lips. He let one finger slip across your folds, gathering your wetness onto it as he brought his hand up to your mouth to let you suck on his index finger.

"Such a turn on, y/n. Who knew you was a naughty little kitten hm?"

You felt your cheeks flush pink as his words made you blush profoundly. "On your knees for daddy, baby." He moaned as you obeyed him. You grabbed ahold of his member and instantly kitty licked the tip before taking him whole, his mouth gaped open while your head bobbed up and down on his thick, hard shaft. The rest of his cock that you wasn't able to fit inside your mouth you began to jerk off, earning a deep groan from his lips.

"Keep going beautiful, you take me so well y/n... mmmh." He moaned your name loud and clear. You maintained eye contact with him as his brows furrowed on his forehead with his bottom lip in between his teeth.

His shaft twitched repeatedly as his thick cum spurted from his hard cock into your mouth. You left your mouth wide open for him to cum in, lapping it all up onto your tongue as you swallowed every drop.

"Fuck y/n, that was amazing. Jungkook wouldn't ever treat you like I do. You're mine you hear me?"

"Yes Joon, that's all I want. I need you. Fuck me Joonie, please."

Loving your neediness, he sat on his bed and pulled you to be seated on his lap again, this time you hovered over his hard cock as he aligned himself with your dripping core, pulling you down to ride him. You immediately grind on him, letting his cock hit your spot this time instead of his fingers. Your boobs bounced up while his shaft slid in and out of your folds, he took your left boob into his mouth and sucked harsh again, leaving a purple hickey on your skin.

Feeling your high coming up soon, your rhythm slowed down to let the knot in your stomach undo, but Namjoon had other plans. His thick cock thrust into your pussy as he held you still by your waist, the sound of skin slapping must have been heard a mile off, not to mention the lewd noises coming from both of your mouths as you begged for eachother.

"I'm so close daddy... keep going hard."

Moments after those words escaped from your mouth, his hot cum spilled up into your cunt as your juice spilled out onto his lower torso and thighs.

The tip of his cock pushed from your hole to your clit to spread his cum and lubricate your folds as he rubbed on your nub, making you squirt and creating a big mess of the both of you.

The two of you were a panting mess as you lie next to eachother after having cleaned up. He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he cuddled you close to his chest. "Do you see why I can't let jungkook have you? You're mine y/n, I don't wanna share you with anyone."

You leaned up and kissed him passionately, biting his bottom lip before you spoke out. "Then I am all yours, and you're all mine."

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:) I've been waiting to do a Joonie one shot I love him so much🤍

Here it isss, a tiny bit later than I said it would be but it’s here :)🤍

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reading some of your character analyses has made me view the boys from a different perspective and it’s just so mind blowing to me how articulate you are with your words that you swayed my opinions on them!! i haven’t gone through all of the asks but if you haven’t yet, could you do suna? he’s my absolute fav and i’m really curious about how you view him

Aww, thank you!! It's been a lot of fun for me to answer all these, especially for the characters I hadn't really thought about too deeply before haha. Suna is one of those characters for me too tbh 😆 so hopefully I'll have something interesting to say

First impression: i was kind of intrigued by him right away if i remember correctly. he seemed pretty disinterested and but simultaneously mildly amused by the twins' antics, and i thought that was a fun combo. plus, since haikyuu is a sports anime and has so much emphasis on hunger/passion for the game, i'm always interested to see how the more toned down characters will be portrayed. like he initially looks like he doesn't wanna be there, but he's a starter on a nationally ranked team so he must like the sport etc (and i knew furudate wouldn't just give us tsukki 2.0, despite their seemingly similar presentations) so yeah i remember being kind of keeping an eye out for his character when he was first intro'd. also also, his twisty band bend spike was cool and interesting

Impression now: i'm kind of bummed we don't get to see more of him as an individual bc tbh i'm still kind of in that intrigued state and don't feel like i've gotten a ton more info about him. i think it would be easy to say that he's just kind of bored and/or isn't easily amused bc of his expression most of the time, but tbh i don't really see either of those being true. i think he actually is pretty easily amused, he just doesn't outwardly express himself much. like with the always taking pictures of the twins bc he thinks it's funny/wants to use it as blackmail against him—or even during the match against karasuno and how he's like constantly thinking about how tsukki is blocking and whether tsukki is or isn't messing with him etc. like, suna definitely seems to have a passion for volleyball based on all of his actions and the little inner thoughts we get from him. i also imagine him to be a pretty hard worker for whatever reason—i dont see him wanting to skip out on practices or only do half the work like say, kunimi does for example

Favorite moment: well since im a sucker for how the characters personalities are shown through the sport itself, i really do like the mental back and forth between him and tsukki with their blocking. they each have a plan and they each think it's working well until they get to the point that they realize the other one's plan isn't really what they thought it was. and they way the two of their personalities specifically react by being like fake polite is just really funny to me. plus that line suna says about tsukki where he's like "yeahh he's the least aggressive blocker i've ever met" is really interesting to me too, i'm always like "so then do you consider yourself to be more aggressive than him??" bc i personally had seen them similarly ish in terms of playstyle up until then so, that was kind of telling for me in terms of how he sees himself too

Idea for a story: 😬 sorry i kinda got nothing. my brain lives almost entirely in canon-land and since we get so little of him i struggle to think of anything where he'd be the star, i just need more info

Unpopular opinion: yoo anon number 2! i agree with you haha. i don't really see him as a stoner. (tbh i dont see any of the athletes who are at this level being full on stoners 🤷‍♀️)

Favorite relationship: hmmmmmm this is also tough for me haha, we rarely see him interact with anyone that i can remember. i guess probably just both the twins, it does seem like they all have a pretty good relationship and i can imagine them hanging out outside of practice

Favorite headcanon: he regularly goes to the chiropractor

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