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❀ ˎˊ- prompt: how they hold you in bed
❀ ˎˊ- characters: dan feng, dan heng, luocha, blade, jing yuan
❀ ˎˊ- warnings: heavy in physical contact, dan feng gets a little possessive whoops
❀ ˎˊ- a/n: scratches head hey guys !!!!!! writing this to make myself feel better, yes i still have some requests but i'll get to them! just need to find the motivation so let me write some sillies heart eyes (also im aware that IL is not dan feng but like i need to fit my aesthetic so. heart eyes. also yall can really see who i had inspiration for LMAOOO (sorry bladie :( )
Dan Feng is, quite simply, a brat, and a brat who won't let you go the second he's behind closed doors. The second that the day is done, and he's freed from the grasp of his title, he pounces and clings onto you like a cat, forcing you to drag him around the house whenever you want to get anything done.
Personally, I can see Dan Feng being very physically affectionate, although he would rather die than ever admit it. It's not like he needs to though, since everyone can see how he always has to be touching you, whether it being with his tail around your arm or his hand clinging to your sleeve.
In bed, Dan Feng prefers to be the big spoon, regardless of height difference. Only on rare occasions will he let go of his pride and allow himself to be held. So for the most part, your nights together are spent with him embracing you from behind, his mouth pressed right on your pulse as he wraps himself around you.
Sometimes you'll feel his horns bump against your head as he nuzzles you, their luminescent glow like a gentle nightlight. They glow brighter when he has good dreams, a low purr rumbling against your back as he slumbers. Similarly, his tail, taking up a good 70% of the bed, wraps around your legs while Dan Feng's are draped over your hips. Every part of him has to touch you, hold you, and remind you that you are his, and his alone.
Contrary to his previous incarnation, Dan Heng is shy when it comes to physical contact. For the first few months in which he'd slept in the same bed as you, he'd kept himself to one side of the bed, afraid of even touching you.
When the Express was warm, he could do this easily. However, on the rare occasion that the engine can't provide as much heat as normal, Dan Heng's cold-blooded instincts take over, and his body moves to you against his will. Safe to say, when Dan Heng woke up to you, entangled in his arms, he malfunctioned and probably kicked you by accident.
Dan Heng can work with being a big spoon or small spoon, but what's important is that he sees your face. When his nightmares strike, he needs to know that you're there, still breathing and still alive in his embrace. More than once has he traced your features while you slept, your breathing lulling him back to sleep.
But on the fluffier side, he also tends to nuzzle you as you cuddle. Just rubbing his nose against yours is such an innocent act, and yet it never fails to make him melt against you. Dan Heng isn't a very verbal person, so he prefers to show his affection for you in the subtle ways - whether that be in his acts of service, or the slightest of touches.
If the time ever comes that Luocha is comfortable sleeping next to you, it means that he's finally grown to trust you. Luocha is used to the guards he dons around others, unused to letting it fall in another's presence.
He prefers to be the one holding you, rather than the other way around. Don't get him wrong, he loves you and adores your embrace, but to completely submit into your arms is asking a bit too much out of him. But Luocha makes up for it by telling you stories of his travels as a lullaby, keeping you at his side as he paints adventure after adventure with his voice.
Sometimes, he'd tease you for sleeping before his story ended, flicking your forehead gently as he lazily smirks at you. Even if you complain at him, Luocha only chuckles good-naturedly at you, cooing out an apology as he rubs where he'd flicked you.
Luocha always makes sure to fall asleep after you do. His heart warms as he watches you doze against his shoulder, and he can't help but trace your cheek before kissing your forehead, and closing his eyes himself.
And yet, he isn't as good as waking up before you can. On more than one occasion have you woken up to Luocha's peacefully slumbering face, just like that of a fairytale princess. His carefully practiced smile isn't there, but it doesn't make him any less beautiful. On the contrary, he is gorgeous, raw and natural, and graceful all the same.
The first time you woke him up, Luocha had been startled, panicked even, despite how gently you did it. He wasn't used to being waked up by another, much less waking up next to another. But as time passed on, he slowly grew to anticipate your touches, the tracing of his face drawing him from his dreams.
So now, when you welcome him back to reality, Luocha greets you with a smile - a tired, yet fond smile, devoid of any insincerity.
He'll never admit it, but Blade needs to be held when he sleeps. Never does he take the first step, so unless you pull him into you yourself, he'll stay on his side of the bed, afraid of touching you and pushing the boundary.
But the second your arms are around him, he latches onto you, practically molding himself into your chest. You are his safe haven, in your arms, he doesn't need to drive away nightmares - for they never come.
His ears are always pressed against your chest, your heartbeat lulling him to sleep each and every night. His hands grasp at the back of your shirt, squeezing and kneading at your back muscles. Seldom does he ever look up at your face, content to keep his face buried in your neck, chest, or back. Yet he adores it when you run your fingers down his body, whether they trace his scars, his spine, or simply thread through his hair.
The shuddered breathes Blade lets out when you caress him are not of fear nor of lust, but of content. His skin may goosebump, and his spine tingle, but he finds that it is with your hands that he is able to rest without his past chasing him.
Jing Yuan is somehow both the most annoying and the most comfortable cuddler here.
With Jing Yuan, there's no such thing as big spoon or little spoon. Whoever gets on the bed first is the pillow for the night, and if you're smaller than Jing Yuan, it'd be in your best interest to abstain from the mattress until the general himself decides to rest. Otherwise, you'd wake up with not one, but two lions draped over you as both Jing Yuan and Mimi keep you pinned to the bed.
But his weight isn't uncomfortable, as long as you can stick your head out to breathe (which can be difficult considering that both Mimi and Jing Yuan have a ridiculous amount of hair). On the contrary, Jing Yuan's large frame, coupled with the weight of his muscle on top of you makes you feel safe, protected.
When you're the one on top, Jing Yuan makes for one of the greatest, if not the greatest pillows on the Luofu. Whenever he breathes, his chest swells, taking you up and down with it in a rhythmic pattern. The tiniest snores he lets out rumble against you like the thunder he commands, and one arm is always around you, keeping you secured against him as he dozes in the Luofu's afternoon sun.
But be warned though, Jing Yuan is clingy, even more so than the others. His words of "5 more minutes" are really a translation for a few more hours, and it's difficult to say no to a face with his - especially if he starts pouting. You suppose it's fine, though, to be late once in a while, if it means you can see Jing Yuan's face visibly light up.
When movie!Boromir says "by the blood of my people your lands are kept safe", I just get chills. The strain in his voice, the despair, he feels their sacrifice, he feels their suffering. The fact his home has been at war for years, that he seen so many deaths, so much destruction, hasn't been enough to numb him to the loss. He loves his people, he loves his home. And the Ring promises him an instant end to all of that.
It's hard to feel that the temptation the Ring has for him, more than the rest of the Fellowship, is due to a comparative lack of virtue on his part, and more a desperate urgency to end the bloodshed of his people. Although other members of the Fellowship have fought and suffered defending Middle Earth at this point, it is Boromir who lives in sight of Mordor, it's Boromir whose people live in sight of Mordor.
Of course the Ring is going to tempt him the most,
If you work at a hazardous environment for a job - PLEASE KEEP AN EAR OUT for this new bill that one of the Republicans have put out. They want to ABOLISH OSHA. That means taking away any sort of protections at your work to keep your work safe.
This means hazardous chemicals, hazardous worksites, things that haven't been repaired in ages won't need to be. Your work sites may become kill-zones for underpaid average workers.
Start looking now if you can, start trying to find alternatives. I know its hard but its not worth risking your life to make scraps for a billionaire.
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For those who don't know, OSHA was created because of incidents like the Radium Girls, where the women's jaws were literally falling out of their faces because of the radium poisoning they were suffering from, and the lack of government protections meant the company could allow this to happen with no compensation to the girls, or any sort of justice for them or their families when they suffered from these horrific breakdowns of their cells and parts of their bodies.
My great grandmother fought for her coworkers rights and was labeled a COMMUNIST, when the company she worked for did not provide proper training or warning systems for the work they did, and her coworker lost his arm. They wanted to give him 10 dollars and send him home, no job, no unemployment, nothing.
THIS IS THE WORLD REPUBLICANS WANT US TO LIVE IN. Where we are TREATED LIKE CATTLE.
In a reality where Alfred is an avatar of Clockwork or an aspect of him given his own life but but technically he is 2 people. Who truly loves the Wayne's as his own fraid but is aware of Danny and his other body's adventures.
Danny is just a baby ghost. Still a teen who hates the way after finding out everyone babies him. He's gone from fighting to gentle spars and mother henning. To the ghost he is something to be treasure, a baby a young soul, and a living being. Life was precious after all.
Danny hasn't realized that he's been adopted. Clockwork was now more his parents than Jack and Maddie. So when the turned on Danny Clockwork swooped in, securing Danny and bringing him to safety.
Clockwork who knows that as alive as he was dead Danny requires time on the mortal realm. So the soul vessel goes to the living one to drop Danny off. Who just adds Danny in no one notices. For about a week or so, and when they do, Alfred just says "Ah yes this is my son Danny."
Shit hits the fan. Everyone is curious, hurt, and for a few grossed out. Those are the ones who realized Alfred was getting some. Or they assume as much and no one wants to think of their grandpa/dad like *that*.
Bruce is convinced Danny isn't actually Alfred son. He knows Alfred would never abandon his family, the butler was always so loyal to his loved ones after all. How this kid just came into Alfred's life is suspicious. So he suggest a blood test.
Danny is quiet the entire time, it was still shocking Clockwork...or Alfred.. had adopted him; it was harder to believe his parents turned on him. He has so many emotions and he may be dissociating to cope.
But he catches the comment and looks to Alfred afraid. All he gets is a nod and Danny knew it was going to be safe just agrees.
Chaos breaks out again after thanks to Ghost shenanigans the DNA is a match. Danny is confused, Bruce is confused, Alfred/Clockwork is smug. The batfamily is struggling.
"As I said master Bruce, this is my son Daniel but he prefers Danny." He pats Danny on the head as Bruce bluesceens more.
Danny ever the little shit and feeling the social awkward urge to be funny and break the ice, "Congrats you're a big brother."
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