Clive:

I will die on the hill that Drarry and Dramione are not even close to similar. While on the outside they may seem similar: one of the a golden trio with Draco, they are not. There’s more to a ship than just those dynamics.

First is looking at the histories between Draco and Harry vs Draco and Hermione. Draco and Harry had a lot more interactions and more of a rivalry than Draco and Hermione ever did.

Second is recognizing that Harry and Hermione are NOT the same character. Not even close.

I understand where people are coming from when they say the two are similar, they only look on the surface level. But every shipper knows there’s more to it than that. Dramione is not just straight Drarry.

Monkey on your back part 2

why are they married in every single universe ever

2 (unedited) snippets from the Eren x Reiner long fic I'm working on

Firefighter AU. (Probably going to be 20,000-30,000 words) Nothing posted yet, trying bang out the rough draft before I actually post anything. But at least it's all plotted out! (Posting this is just me yelling at myself to hurry tf up)

Both are from chapter 1.

Reiner's flashback (Read: Origin Story):

“Reiner!”

It’s hot. So hot. The heat pushed at Reiner’s skin, incessant and needy. His sweat made him feel like he was drowning. His whole body trembled and he peeked up from his knees. There’s a hand in front of his face. Small, like his. Sturdy and unshaking, unlike his.

“Reiner, you have to move!” That voice. Marcel?

There it was again. Loud. Annoying. He wanted it to stop. Reiner curled into himself some more, shutting his eyes to the red and orange flames outside his closet door. The shadows looked like demons.

Reiner on falling in love with Eren:

It was fitting really, what with the reckless determination that was known to rule Eren’s actions. If in real life Eren ran around like a force of nature, tearing down walls and running through flames, why shouldn’t that also be true for the way he invaded Reiner’s heart?

Reiner knew now that his heart had belonged to Eren ever since those first days of working with him. All it took was watching him run haphazardly into a house that resembled a tower of flames more than a building and then actually return, arms wrapped protectively around a little boy, for him to fall.

It was a pure emotion. So raw that it cut through Reiner every time he so much as glanced at the man.

Clive, hurt, “you didn’t tell me.” 🥺

It’s the way Jason and Clive are in so in sync. Not even Farrah knew what was going on.

(Quote from book 11)

Shizun loves both!

The full comic is finally over!!! Thank you for following it ~

Literally. Clive has barely any interest in anyone or anything else 😭

I’m a little loopy with lack of sleep (finishing up some work stuff right now) but I’ve decided that I’m going to reach a level of delusion where I’m absolutely going to believe that Clive is in love with Jason no matter what

He ends up with someone else? That’s because he can’t have Jason.

kings

[bigcartel]

Now that my brain is here…

Dom/sub verse where you get a designation six months to a year after you get your essences. Due to personality and whatnot, most adventurers are Doms.

Jason is a sub.

The presentation is slow. He starts getting fidgety when left to his own devices, unable to sit still. Worse than he was before being torn from his old world. Then he begins to get irritable. He prides himself on a laidback attitude. The bloke next door who will lend you a cup or sugar or tell you the secret ingredient he added to elevate his newest pasta dish. He’s affable, well liked, the baker down the street knows his sister’s name at this point.

Which makes Jason yelling at him all the more startling.

He apologizes and the baker accepts it, but the interaction sticks with him.

Then he’s out on a contract with Clive when it hits. His emotions have been a wreck, more than normal, but the fever comes in a wave. Dizziness, nausea. He can barely stand, Clive having to stop the skimmer and sit him down.

He checks the health status, the little person lit up in red. In big, bold capital letters it says “SUBDROP.”

Jason whispers it, scanning the word but not understanding. Luckily, Clive does.

Jason gets his first command that day.

“Jason, eyes on me.”

Clive walks him through a long routine. Simple requests. Giving Clive his hand, stretching, reading passages from one of Clive’s books. Jason runs through the motions until the fever and headache fade away, replaced by a blissful emptiness. A fuzziness.

When Jason comes to, Clive had parked the skimmer in the shade of a tree, a cooling ritual set up while he held Jason propped up against his chest. One hand stroking through his hair, the other holding up a book on magical theory.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Clive says when Jason moves. His body is heavy and awkward, like he’d been asleep for hours.

Clive walks him through what happened. Jason had gotten a “talk” from Rufus, but it was more equivalent to a first time mother telling their child about the birds and the bees. Oddly rehearsed and tense. Clive is more clinical. And apologetic when he tells Jason that he won’t be able to go more than a few weeks without a “command” before he starts to drop again.

And when he starts to drop, he becomes more susceptible to unwanted commands.

After that, Clive will give him small commands here and there. To pass him a napkin while they’re out to eat, read him a passage from an astral magic theory book, hand him a tool while he’s buried deep in his research. They stave him off until he needs another session a few weeks later.

Clive is respectful, never pushing the boundaries. He doesn’t even order Jason to share his interface powers while he’s in subspace. It’s comfortable, and Jason learns to love the crisp pronunciation of each syllable when he gives a command, the softer intonation of his voice when they wind down from a session, the feel of Clive’s hand as it scratches at Jason’s head and combs through his hair.

Sessions become more frequent, even when they aren’t necessary, and they become comfortable.

Jason notices the way other subs, usually crafts people, are treated around town. Subservient to their Dom, trailing a foot behind, quiet, secondary. A shiver runs down Jason’s spine even though Clive never once expects the same- and in fact encourages the opposite- from him.

Then they form the team.

Humphrey is a Dom, but he never pushes, never gives commands. He’d been oblivious to Jason’s designation for most of the time Jason had known he was a sub.

Neil joins, and it’s different. As a healer, he picks up on Jason in their first true interaction. An intake.

Humphrey is with Jason when Neil frowns, a blue flow from Neil’s diagnostic power blanketing Jason. There’s a sterile coldness about it and Jason shivers.

“You’re a sub,” Neil says, looking at Jason strangely.

“So I’ve been told.”

Neil turns to Humphrey.

“How’s he been managing with commands? Are you his Dom?”

“No. I don’t-“ Jason starts, but Neil keeps talking.

“What are the symptoms of his subdrop? So I can keep track.”

“You know,” Jason says loudly, gaining Neil’s attention. “I know I’m gorgeous and we’ll be a fantastic team of four, but I didn’t think I would be the Invisible Woman.”

“What?” Neil asks.

“I’m right here,” Jason says. “And I’ve got all the answers you could need.”

Neil looks hesitantly between Jason and Humphrey.

“But he’s a-“

“Neil,” Humphrey cuts him off. “This team does not do things that way. Jason does not have a Dom. We will all be treated the same. If you cannot accept this, then you can find another team.”

And therein starts Neil’s fascination, soon to turn into admiration (and no small amount of jealousy), of Clive and Jason’s relationship.