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xi-vz · 18 days ago

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HC—Luo Binghe looks almost identical to Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky. (basically Airplane is hot but doesn’t realize it.)

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Shen Yuan woke up back in modern China after spending sixty years in PIDW, so, of course, the first thing he did was message Airplane.

(That’s actually the second… third?…thing he did. The first was trying reach out to the system. The second was crying.) ((But if Shen Yuan were asked why he was crying he’d scoff. Tears? No way! His eyes were just dry.))

Anyway, he reached out to Shang Qinghua—who, by the grace of God, came back with him—and found out that they both lived in Hong Kong. And not only that, but in the same neighborhood! Which was insane, but also very lucky. Maybe even too lucky? The universe never usually helped them out. Maybe this kindness of them being so near each other was an apology from The System? Whatever it was, it was best not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

The two agreed to meet on a Saturday, when Shen Yuan didn’t have school (being back as a senior in high school sucked).

Here’s the thing, Shang Qinghua sent a long winded text as a warning about how he looked very different. Which…fair. Everyone in PIDW was gorgeous, and people in the real world were not like that.

They agreed to meet at a café. Shen Yuan had sent Shang Qinghua a selfie so the man knew who to look for. It was a decent selfie, one Shen Yuan may have spent too much time on. It was a mirror selfie, showing off a nice outfit and Shen Yuan throwing up a peace sign. The photo showed an older teenager, with black hair that fell to his shoulders, large black eyes, and a silly smile. (He sent the picture to his mom too.) ((Seeing his family again was a whole other story better never to be told. There were a lot of tears and hugs on Shen Yuan’s part. It was a little embarrassing.))

Shen Yuan had gotten to the café early, snagging a corner table and waited with two iced lattes. He watched people out of the window. The streets were busy with both pedestrians and cars, there were delivery bicyclists and people carrying shopping bags. It was crowded. And loud. And dirty.

Being back was weird.

But, having indoor air conditioning was nice. And the internet! Oh God, he’d sell his kidney for the internet back home.

He blinked his eyes, his contacts felt harsh against them. Years without needing them made him forget what they were like. He should’ve worn his glasses, but had honestly forgotten where he put them. Maybe he should buy another pair? It wasn’t like he lacked the funds and he wasn’t sure how long he’d be in the modern world.

It was the chair across from him scrapping across the wooden floor that startled Shen Yuan back into focus.

His phone told him that Airplane was five minutes late.

“About time you showed u—Binghe?” Shen Yuan gapped.

“Close-ish?” Shang Qinghua flushed and adjusted his black framed glasses. His curly hair was kept in an undercut, he had pierced ears and a lip piercing and a sleeve tattoo on his right arm. He had freckles, dimples, and a 5 o’clock shadow too. Which. What? Okay. “Hi.”

That was Shen Yuan’s husbands face looking back at him! Sure, the eyes were black and there was no demon mark, but he intimately knew that face.

“Qinghua?!” Shen Yuan wheezed his name, his heart doing weird things in his chest at the fucking shock. “You look…you’re nearly identical to…”

“Yeah,” Shang Qinghua sighed, “imagine how surprised I was the first time I saw Binghe. The system stole my face!”

The voice was the same as Luo Binghe’s, even though the pitch was a little different.

And the body. Because…Shang Qinghua was tall? And muscular? And he was mother fucking LUO BINGHE.

“What the fuck?” Shen Yuan stared.

Shang Qinghua sighed as he grabbed his iced latte. His nails were painted black.

“My brain can’t—” comprehend this. Shen Yuan’s mind was static. Error 404 bounced around in his brain.

Was this some sick joke? Did The System do this? Was he really back in the bamboo house resting in bed and having a weird as fuck dream?!

“Wanna take this somewhere else?” Shang Qinghua asked, his eyes darted around the establishment uncomfortably. People were staring. At him. Because he was fucking gorgeous.

Shen Yuan had So. Many. Questions.

“Is it as bad as your office at An Ding?” Shen Yuan asked, his lips curled disdain.

Shang Qinghua huffed a soft sound of amusement. “Where do you think Binghe gets his clean freak mentality from?”

“Wait,” Shen Yuan stood up when Shang Qinghua did. “When you said you wrote a self-insert, you didn’t mean Shang Qinghua??? You meant Luo Binghe?!”

“Well, yeah, bro.” It was surreal to hear the word ‘bro’ come out of that mouth. “Binghe is all the good, bad and ugly of me, amped up to eleven. Well…with bad at a fifteen.”

“Wait, what?” The hamster in Shen Yuan’s wheel of a brain began to run faster as thoughts began to practically explode. But there was one that was louder than any of the other:

Did this mean that Shen Yuan basically married Shang Qinghua?!

#shen yuan: could it be... that you're actually the real luo binghe? reverse transmigration???#shang qinghua #svsss #svsss shen yuan #shen yuan #svsss shang qinghua #the scum villain's self saving system

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doufudanshi · 7 months ago

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朝暮 / Dawn ‘til Dusk

Translation of the MDZS Pinsin exclusive extra. Finished like 80% of this in one sitting almost 2 years ago and finally decided it's been gathering dust in my gdrive for long enough. Enjoy!

Feel free to let me know if you see any errors. Screenshots okay with credit. Do not repost.

Rating: E, nsfw 🔞

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Haishi had passed a while ago, yet he still hadn’t returned.

The paper lantern on the table hadn’t gone out yet, and Lan Wangji stared at its hazy light, unblinking.

After a while, he rose and walked to the entrance of the Room of Tranquility, opening the wooden door.

He stood there for a bit. He seemed just about to step over the threshold when a strange thump came from behind him.

Lan Wangji spun around, only catching sight of the window, which had opened at some point. Its frame swayed slightly in the night breeze. A large, odd lump rose from beneath the thin blanket on the bed, as if something had broken in, rolled inside, and was now curled up underneath, quivering with a faint rustle.

He stayed silent for a moment, then gently closed the door and went back into the room. Blowing out the candle along the way, Lan Wangji shut the window and got into bed.

He laid down beside that huge lump, silently pulled another blanket over himself, and closed his eyes.

Not long after, something big and ice-cold burrowed under his covers.

It squirmed and wriggled its way on top of him, plastered itself onto his chest, then cheerfully chirped, “Lan Zhan! I’m back~! Quick, give me a warm welcome.”

Lan Wangji wrapped his arms around him. “Why are you so cold?”

“I was in the wind all day. Let me warm up,” Wei Wuxian said.

No wonder he was covered in bits of grass and dirt. He must have taken the juniors of the Hidden Cloud Depths to terrorize the wild fauna and wicked beasts up in the mountains again.

Wei Wuxian had rolled into his bed and burrowed under his covers while covered in dirt, yet Lan Wangji, neat and tidy by nature, didn’t flinch in the slightest. In fact, he only silently squeezed him tighter, holding him even closer.

After warming Wei Wuxian up with his body heat for a while, Lan Wangji said, “Take your shoes off, at least.”

“Okay~” Wei Wuxian replied. He toed off his shoes, then shrunk back into the covers to press his freezing skin against Lan Wangji’s again.

“Don’t mess around,” Lan Wangji said evenly.

“I’m literally in your bed, and you’re telling me not to mess around?” Wei Wuxian said.

“Shufu has returned,” Lan Wangji said.

Lan Qiren’s residence wasn’t far from Lan Wangji’s Room of Tranquility. He didn’t like Wei Wuxian much to begin with, so if he caught wind of any inappropriate activity, he may very well fly into a thunderous rage at Wei Wuxian again the following day.

And yet, Wei Wuxian stuck a knee between Lan Wangji’s legs, covertly and naughtily pressing against him a couple of times, making his stance quite clear on the matter.

After a brief silence, Lan Wangji abruptly flipped them around so that Wei Wuxian was underneath him.

His movements were too big, too forceful, and the two hit the bed with a thud.

“Slow down, slow down, slow down—slow—down!”

Lan Wangji had pinned Wei Wuxian down onto the bed, penetrating him as easily as splitting bamboo, thrusting all the way inside. Only when his lower abdomen pressed against Wei Wuxian’s bare ass, when he couldn’t possibly go any deeper, did his body still.

Wei Wuxian took in a couple of shallow breaths, head thrown back. Trying not to make any unnecessary movements, he only looked around and wriggled his hips slightly in discomfort, trying to get him out a bit. However, Lan Wangji realized what he was trying to do, and holding down his waist, promptly slid right back in.

“Ah!” Wei Wuxian cried out. “Hanguang-jun!”

Lan Wangji bore it patiently for a moment, then said, “You brought this upon yourself.” He paused briefly, then began thrusting, again and again.

Wei Wuxian was trapped underneath him—toes curled, hair splayed, face flushed, body jostled up and down with Lan Wangji’s movements. With every one of Lan Wangji’s thrusts, Wei Wuxian cried out in response. Though Lan Wangji immersed himself in his efforts for a while, he couldn’t let Wei Wuxian continue on like this. Straining against the breaths threatening to burst out of his chest, he quietly said, “Lower… Lower your voice.”

Wei Wuxian reached up and stroked Lan Wangji’s cheek. This thin skin of Lan Zhan’s is so strange, he thought. His face is clearly scorching hot to the touch, and yet it refuses to turn red, still white as snow. The elegant Lan Zhan will lose himself in his emotions, hardly able to hold himself back, yet only his earlobes will be dusted with the faintest of pink.

Panting, he said, “Er-gege, you don’t want to hear me cry out?”

Lan Wangji: “……”

It was too difficult to speak the truth, yet he couldn’t bring himself to lie. Watching this sentiment flit across Lan Wangji’s face filled Wei Wuxian with an indescribable delight—he wanted to just eat him up.

“Afraid someone will hear me?” Wei Wuxian asked. “Easy. Just Silence me.”

Lan Wangji’s chest heaved, his eyes going slightly bloodshot. “C’mon!” Wei Wuxian taunted. “Cast Silence on me. Then no matter how you fuck me, even if you fuck me senseless, I won’t be able to make a sound—”

Before he could finish, Lan Wangji leaned down and sealed his lips.

After his mouth was stilled into silence, Wei Wuxian’s limbs wound around Lan Wangji. The two of them tumbled around on the bed, tussling together into a heap, blankets already on the ground.

Generally, Lan Wangji didn’t change positions often when they were intimate. After an hour of being pressed down and thrusted into, Wei Wuxian had gone numb from his lower back all the way down to his ass and thighs. He had a high suspicion that they would stay like this for the rest of the night—and considering Lan Wangji’s current state, without the slightest indication that he planned to stop anytime soon, it really could happen. Thus, Wei Wuxian took the initiative and flipped both of them over. Straddling him and wrapping his arms around his neck, he moved up and down on his own. He bit Lan Wangji’s earlobe and whispered, “Is it deep?”

His voice was low beside his ear, breath hot and humid. Lan Wangji held onto his shoulders, then brought him down, hard.

The thrust was incredibly intense. Wei Wuxian cried out in surprise, arms tightening around him. Lan Wangji stroked the small of his back and asked, “Is it deep.”

Wei Wuxian’s lips wobbled, but before he could regain his bearings and respond, his face suddenly scrunched up. “Ah! Wait! P-p-pace yourself!” he cried.

One hand struggled in vain to protect his abdomen, while the fingers of his other hand dug into the firm muscle of Lan Wangji’s shoulder. “Lan Zhan!” he yelled in terror, soul practically flying out of his body. “Do you not understand what pacing yourself means! You—don’t have—to go—so deep—every—every—”

The second half of his perfectly sound sentence was broken by thrusts, hitched and disjointed. Lan Wangji said, “I don’t understand!”

Initially, Wei Wuxian was wailing miserably, willing to say anything to beg for mercy—but after most of the night had passed, after they’d finished going at it twice, Wei Wuxian’s legs stayed locked around Lan Wangji’s waist, refusing to let him go.

Lan Wangji’s body covered Wei Wuxian entirely, and he was careful not to lean his weight onto him. The area where they were pressed against and connected to one another was wet and slick. Lan Wangji seemed like he wanted to get up, but he only got to move a little before Wei Wuxian’s legs tightened around him. The fraction that had just left him slotted seamlessly back in again.

“Stop moving,” Wei Wuxian said languidly. “There’s a draft. Let’s just lie here for a while.”

Lan Wangji acquiesced and didn’t move. After a while, he asked Wei Wuxian, “It’s not too much?”

“It is,” Wei Wuxian pouted. “You’re filling me up so much I could burst. You weren’t even listening to how pitifully I was crying out earlier.”

“…I’m pulling out,” Lan Wangji said.

Wei Wuxian’s expression immediately changed. “I like it when you fill me up like this,” he said without mincing his words. “It feels good.”

He clenched down, hard. Lan Wangji’s expression shifted, and for a moment, even his breathing seemed to hitch. After bearing it for some time, he finally hoarsely said, “…Shameless!”

Seeing that he was nearly at his limit, Wei Wuxian laughed and placed a kiss on his lips. “Er-gege,” he said. “What haven’t we done? What’s there to be ashamed of?”

Lan Wangji shook his head a little in defeat. “Let me go,” he said softly. “You should bathe.”

“It’s fine, I’ll just wash up tomorrow,” Wei Wuxian said sleepily, already starting to tire a bit. “I’m exhausted from today.”

Lan Wangji placed a kiss on his forehead. “Bathe. Take care not to fall ill.”

Wei Wuxian was so tired that he couldn’t lock him in place anymore, his limbs finally going soft and letting go. Lan Wangji got off the bed, picking up the blanket that had fallen to the ground and covering Wei Wuxian’s body, tucking him in. Afterwards, he hung the clothes that had been thrown all over the place over the folding screen one by one, and draped his own robes over his shoulders. He dressed swiftly and neatly, and left to draw water for the bath.

After an incense stick’s time, Wei Wuxian, who had nearly fallen asleep, was picked up and placed into the bath basin. The basin was placed beside Lan Wangji’s writing desk, and after Wei Wuxian submerged himself in the water and waded around a little, he grew energized again. Patting the side of the basin, he said, “Aren’t you going to come in with me, Hanguang-jun!”

“In a moment,” Lan Wangji said.

“Why in a moment? Just come in now~” Wei Wuxian said.

Lan Wangji glanced at him, as if he were contemplating something. After a moment, he said, “We returned four days ago, and four of the Room of Tranquility’s bath basins are broken.”

With the look Lan Wangji was giving him, Wei Wuxian felt like he had to defend himself. “It wasn’t my fault last time.”

Lan Wangji placed the honeylocust soapbox where Wei Wuxian could reach it. “It was mine,” he said neutrally.

Wei Wuxian poured a cup of water down his neck with a splash. It was covered in love bites, and the more he washed, the brighter they glistened. “Exactly,” he said. “Last last time wasn’t my fault either. To be honest, you’re technically the one who breaks them every time. This bad habit of yours hasn’t changed since the first time you did it.”

Lan Wangji rose. When he returned, he placed a jug of Emperor’s Smile beside Wei Wuxian’s hand, then sat back down at his desk. “Indeed.”

If he stretched his arm out just a little farther, Wei Wuxian could scratch under Lan Wangji’s chin—and that’s exactly what he did. Lan Wangji took out some papers, covered densely with characters, and began to read, making brief comments in the margins. As Wei Wuxian sat in the bath, he opened his Emperor’s Smile, tilting his head back to drink. “What are you reading?” he asked casually.

“Night-hunt notes,” Lan Wangji replied.

“The kiddos wrote these?” Wei Wuxian said. “You’re not in charge of correcting notes and such, are you? From what I remember, that’s your uncle’s job.”

“Every once in a while, Shufu doesn’t have the capacity,” Lan Wangji said.

Lan Qiren was likely busy with more urgent matters, causing this work to temporarily fall upon Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian took two of them to read. “Back then, your uncle would write hundreds of words for every other line, and then summarize with almost another thousand words at the end. I have no idea where he found the time to write so much. Your comments are very sparing.”

“Is being sparing a bad thing?” Lan Wangji asked.

“It’s good!” Wei Wuxian said. “Clear and simple.”

It wasn’t because he was cutting corners. He managed even the simplest of tasks with the utmost diligence. Rather, he was just used to it—regardless of whether he was speaking or writing, he treated ink like gold, omitting any unnecessary details.

Wei Wuxian submerged his head underwater. After some time, he finally re-emerged, wet and dripping. He picked up the honeylocust soap and ran it down his hair with one hand, and took an assignment off the desk with the other. He’d hardly skimmed it before he let out a snort. “Who wrote this? So many characters are wrong, hahahahahahahaha. I just know it’s Jingyi. You gave him an yi.”

“Yes,” Lan Wangji said.

“You have so many assignments here, but his is the only one I saw that didn’t get top marks,” Wei Wuxian said. “Poor kiddo.”

“Too many characters are wrong, and the analysis is redundant,” Lan Wangji said.

“What happens if you get an yi?” Wei Wuxian asked.

“Not much,” Lan Wangji said. “A rewrite.”

“He should know how lucky he is,” Wei Wuxian said. “That’s much better than being punished to copy lines while doing a handstand.”

Lan Wangji silently collected the essays that Wei Wuxian had scattered all over the place. He straightened them out then set the neatly arranged stack to the side. Wei Wuxian watched his movements, a smile automatically tugging at the corner of his lips. “How’d you grade Sizhui?”

Lan Wangji pulled out two sheets and handed them to him. “Jia.”

Wei Wuxian took and read them. “These characters are beautiful,” he said.

“The argument is clear and logical, and the content is focused and precise.”

When Wei Wuxian finished flipping through the pile in his hand, he saw another stack on the table that hadn’t been graded yet. “You need to go through all of these? How about I help you look through some?”

“Alright,” Lan Wangji said.

“All I have to do is mark any errors and give comments, right?” Wei Wuxian asked.

He took more than half the stack. Lan Wangji tried to take the papers back, but Wei Wuxian pulled away. “What are you doing.”

“That’s too many,” Lan Wangji said. “You’re bathing.”

Wei Wuxian took another drink from his Emperor’s Smile, and snatched a brush over. “I have nothing better to do while I bathe anyway. Reading the kiddos’ notes and essays will be rather fun.”

“You must rest after bathing,” Lan Wangji said.

“Does it look like I’ll be able to fall asleep? I feel like we could even go another couple of rounds,” Wei Wuxian bragged unabashedly.

As he watched Wei Wuxian lean against the bath basin—carefully reading through the notes, sometimes resting an elbow on the desk to write—the fire reflected in Lan Wangji’s eyes seemed to flicker with warmth.

Though Wei Wuxian’s words were bold, he had led a bunch of teenagers through the deep mountains to stir up a ruckus all day, then came back to mess around in bed for half the night, then graded a stack of notes. It was hard not to get sleepy. After standing firm and meticulously going through his pile, Wei Wuxian tossed them onto the desk and began slipping into the water. Eyes sharp, Lan Wangji quickly and gently lifted him up, toweled him dry, and carried him to bed.

The quick bath was over, and after Lan Wangji got into the bed and wrapped him in his arms, Wei Wuxian woke up for a little while again. He drowsily said against his collarbone, “Your family’s kiddos’ essays were written quite well. They just come a little short when night hunting.”

“Mn,” Lan Wangji said.

“That’s okay, though…” Wei Wuxian said. “While we’re in the Hidden Cloud Depths, I’ll help them cram. Tomorrow… I’ll bring them to make a mess of the shanxiao’s den again.”

One-legged shanxiao’s strength was second to none. Covered in black fur, it ate humans as easily as munching on a melon or slicing vegetables. To anyone else, though, it would’ve sounded like he was just bringing a group of snot-nosed kids up onto a rooftop to steal bird eggs.

The corner of Lan Wangji’s lips twitched, as if it wanted to go up. “You went to catch shanxiao again today?” he asked.

“Yeah, which is why I said they still have to keep training,” Wei Wuxian said. “Those mountain spirits only have one leg. If you can’t even outrun something with only a single leg, when you run into a lizard, a spider, or a centipede, aren’t you basically lying down and asking to die… ah right, Hanguang-jun, I’m out of money, you should grant me some more.”

“Simply withdraw some using the jade pendant,” Lan Wangji said.

Wei Wuxian blearily laughed a little, saying, “The jade pendant you gave me doesn’t just let you go through the barrier… but lets you withdraw money?”

“Yes,” Lan Wangji said. “Did you destroy someone’s street stall?”

“No… how could that happen… I spent all my money because… after the night hunt, I brought them to that Hunan restaurant in Caiyi Town… the one that you refused to go to before, even when I tried my hardest to drag you there… I’m so tired… Lan Zhan, stop talking to me…”

“Alright,” Lan Zhan said.

“…I told you to stop talking… you only have to say one word, and I can’t keep myself from replying… okay Lan Zhan, go to sleep soon alright, I… can’t hold on anymore… I’m really falling asleep… Lan Zhan, see you tomorrow…”

He kissed Lan Wangji’s Adam’s apple, and as promised, quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The Room of Tranquility grew still, cloaked in darkness.

After a while, Lan Wangji placed a soft kiss at the center of Wei Wuxian’s forehead.

“Wei Ying,” he said softly. “See you tomorrow.”

#mdzs #mdzs translation #mdzs extra #doufudanshi translation #dawn until dusk #wangxian #lots of fun little translation things going on in this chapter :)

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koishua · 10 months ago

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★. 𝐄𝐍— and the orange peel theory.

! © 𝗞𝗢𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗔 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰, 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗗.

starring hee, jay, jake. + their version of the orange peel theory

━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

he doesn't think anything of it when he snaps your chopsticks in two for you from where he is positioned across you. the plastic chairs in front of the convenience store upon which you're seated on aren't the most comfortable, the sharp edges digging into your skin on occasions when you fidget around trying to find a way to strike up a conversation with the man you can't bare to label as your friend now.

the bamboo sticks now rest on top of the lid of your bowl of instant ramen, currently waiting to be fully cooked within the three minute time frame the instructions had given you. you notice how they hadn't split equally, one having snapped away a small portion of the other side with it. the irony of it all feels comical when you detach yourself from the situation you're currently trying not to run away from.

heeseung doesn't say much as you hesitantly take the broken utensil. he can only pretend to awkwardly observe the engravings in the table, occasionally glancing at the dainty chain of the necklace hiding under your collar. it had been his fingers to graze against the skin of your neck to clasp it together for you. he wonders what hurts more; remembering, or having to force himself to forget about it all?

━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐉𝐀𝐘

the house is quiet, had been for hours now, except for your frantic breaths and hurried stomps while darting from room to room, trying to find your bearings as the time ticks by much too quickly for your liking. the alarms you'd set for your lecture hadn't rung (they had, actually— no one would dare to disagree, however), which had naturally resulted in you running late for it yet again.

your lips lift lopsidedly moments after the neatly framed picture of the happiest moment of your life catches your eye as you try to put on the stubborn socks you'd fished out from the drawer on your side of the bed. jay had always been beautiful, even back when he still had that boyish smirk constantly plastered over his face, hair a mess.

you make a mental note to wipe away the dust that had started to form a thin sheet over the wooden frame, though that too is quickly forgotten when you realize that he'd very kindly filled up your bottle with water and placed it next to the most comfortable shoes you owned he'd laid nearly on the floor by the door, certain of your forgetful habits.

━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄

layla's tail wags excitedly at the sight of the treat in your hands that you leave for her to enjoy. smoothing over the gingham sheet before laying back on the lap of your favourite person in this universe and the next, from where you look up at him, the sun blazing in the sky makes it look like he's emitting a heavenly glow. fitting for someone like sim jake.

days like this don't come by often for either of you, so having you right by him, the weather as beautiful as it could ever get. this is what he'd describe heaven to feel like. every part of his body beats with the insatiable desire to always have you as close to him as possible, day and night.

the cool breeze is a constant visitor to your little spot by the beach, a welcome addition to the already magical day. realising that he'd gotten lost in his thoughts, he looks down at your serene expression, off somewhere in dreamland, most likely. his thumb gently traces under your eyes, a ghostly touch afraid of waking you up from your deserved rest. he unclips the hair accessories he can see tugging and digging into your skin before adjusting the shade to cover your eyes.

this is his dreamland.

notes from vie: couldn't help it with the hee angst y'all im sorry it's a koishua must. it was very mild tho so yeah enjoy please i haven't exercised my enha writing skills in ages and as always pls reblog muah muah ignore any errors i haven't got the energy to correct them myself 🍊🍊

#enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #heeseung imagines #heeseung fluff #jake imagines #jake fluff #jay imagines #jay fluff #jay x reader #heeseung x reader #jake x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen headcanons

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spectralreplica · 5 months ago

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But do you think the plan will work?

Oumota: tarot reading edition! I had this idea during Oumota Week and just got around to finishing it now 😔. At first I thought about giving Sun to Kaito and Moon to Kokichi (a la Reversed Sun by grayimperia), but I think it works better to have them both in each card, to highlight the parallels. (If you want more explanation of my design thoughts, I'll put it under a cut at the end.)

General tarot meanings:

The Sun: happiness, confidence, success, optimism, innocence/childhood, inspiring others, internal motivation, truth

The Moon: illusion, imagination, uncertainty, secrets, confusion, intuition/the subconscious, fears influencing you, insecurity

The Star: hope, regaining inspiration, renewal, healing, moving on, new purpose, calm after the storm (Reversed Star: despair, lack of faith, pessimism, boredom, anxiety, being overwhelmed by past problems)

I feel like while Kaito is naturally more Sun coded and Kokichi more Moon coded, they have some qualities of both cards. And Star vs Reversed Star is so temping to bring in for DR.

I was thinking of it as a past, present, future kind of reading, but also maybe situation, action, outcome. Starting out with high self confidence and some childish black and white thinking. (Maybe a little over confident and childish to the point of egotism and inflexibility, shades of reversed sun...). Covering for insecurities by projecting a fake persona to everyone around, doubling down on the lies and self-deception a la chapter 5. Finally, either coming through everything stronger, with renewed hope, or else crashing and burning, overwhelmed by unacknowledged issues that have built up.

As for the specific imagery...

Sun: I stuck pretty close to the traditional imagery here. The flag/banner has their respective prints on it, and I put Kaito on Mars while Kokichi remains on Earth. It's also sundown or sunset for Kokichi; is he moving towards the Moon or away? The horse is obv. very chess piece inspired. Kokichi gets his King Horse a la the mask on his bed, and I gave Kaito a pegasus because flying.

Moon: Moving a little bit away from traditional imagery as more of the canon situation seeps in, but still pretty close. The moon floats "outside" the cage, wearing their respective false faces. (We know from the ending that the skyline on those glass panels isn't real...) They both have an Exisal in the background in place of one of the towers, but Kaito has a bamboo grove a la Princess Kaguya; Kaguya came from the moon and she will go back, no matter how much people on Earth love her. Kokichi has one of the racks that sits beside shrines where you're supposed to tie bad/unlucky omikuji (paper fortunes) so that the bad luck doesn't follow you; living in purposeful denial of bad things, but they lurk there on the horizon.

They both still have at least one dog/wolf, but I gave Kokichi a fox because of their association with being tricksters. Also, wolves and foxes, as predators, are framed as villains in stories, but at the same time it's also not uncommon to see them as heroes (stereotype of predator/hunter vs stereotype of bravery/nobility and cleverness). Also, contrast of fox and hound, like the clash of Kokichi presenting himself as childish + annoying vs a genuine threat. Kaito has the dog, monkey, and pheasant that accompanied Momotaro, continuing his fairytale theme.

Everyone seems to argue over what the crawfish means in the original, but I went with the interpretation of moving from water to land, evolution, things coming to the surface. So, Kaito has a koi. I think most people know about the "koi climbs a waterfall and becomes a dragon" thing because of Magikarp, but here it is again just in case! Kaito's got an aquatic creature struggling against its nature in hopes of someday actually transforming into something grander. Kokichi has a poison dart frog. Already amphibious, so it can go between water and land freely, but visibly harmful to anyone who tries to get close.

Star: The least traditional imagery and the most V3 canon imagery. There's still a tree, but it's a pine tree. ...I dunno, no explanation for that, it just looked nice 🤷‍♀️The two jugs are replaced with the poison and antidote bottles. Originally, they're supposed to represent the conscious and subconscious and pour in two different places, but here they're mixing together directly. V3 resolves the "truth vs lies" theme by arguing you have to accept ambiguity. Also, Kaito and Kokichi's whole plan rests on them managing to work together to obscure exactly who is in the Exisal in the end.

There's a figure in the foreground in Kaito's jacket, but they're just a silhouette (a la the culprit); it's not either of them, it's both, and they're reaching beyond the bounds of the game. The star in the sky is ringed by the trial podiums, since all of their hope for the future rests in derailing the next trial. Can they win? Well, Shuichi and Kiibo are at the top, the two people they (or at least Kokichi...) know can be problems, but Tsumugi is specifically blocked from view, always overlooked...

#Oumota #Kaito Momota #Kokichi Oma #Kokichi Ouma #New Danganronpa V3 #Danganronpa #Spectra Art

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i23kazu · 2 years ago

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GENSHIN MEN & WAKING UP BESIDE THEM .

characters. xiao zhongli kaeya diluc childe alhaitham kaveh x reader genre. romantic fluff! an. something cutesy to end the day ~ hopefully this is a nice change from all the crack fics... | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

the time spent waking up with xiao is typically scarce – he's typically left for scouting missions before the sun grants you a glance at your sleeping frame. when he does take the chance to sleep in, though - it's usually accompanied with lots of pleading with him during the night before. mornings are slow, and easy. today, no one is in a rush, pacing circles around the clock. the both of you are finally taking the time to sit down together to enjoy a simple meal.

zhongli

mornings with zhongli are usually encompassed with three things – waking you up, having breakfast, and resting in each other's presence. it isn't a satisfying morning if any of the three aren't fulfilled. zhongli presses a kiss to your temple, gently pushing the covers aside so he can lay in bed with you for a few more moments. a traditional breakfast consisting of steaming bowls of congee, bamboo shoot soup ladled in tiny teacup-like bowls, and stir fried kailan.

kaeya

kaeya usually likes to sleep in, unless he's on duty. such is the life of a weary captain – when rest comes, he cradles it against his chest like a mother with her baby. it is precious and almost fleeting... his hollowed, restless face says it all. you press a kiss to his forehead and rub his purlicue as you patiently wait for his breathing to even out once again.

diluc

mornings with diluc are comfortable and luxurious. you're royalty, at the ragnvindr manor – adelinde serves a five star breakfast spread just for you and diluc, always at 8:50am. sometimes she made pancakes, with generous drizzles of syrup and adorned with fruit – or maybe a staple of bacon and eggs, the fat sizzling in the pan until the whole manor was granted the privilege of the delight. diluc wants nothing but the best for his lover, and he's always more than happy to lay in bed with you as long as you'd like.

childe

mornings with childe are a hit or miss – it's either rejuvenating, getting to spend this time with your lover – or it's devoid of rest. usually, it's decided from two factors – if he spent the last day with you, or on the battlefield. the battlefield is weary, as marvelous of a fighter he may be. the renowned harbinger gets tired of sparring every now and then, but spending the morning with you always puts him right back in the mood to be with his bow, with you by his side.

alhaitham

waking up with alhaitham means spending the first twenty minutes wiping the sleep from your eyes, and snuggling back into his arms the minute your fingers reach for the snooze button. alhaitham holds you close to his chest – so close, you can feel his chest rising up and down with every relaxed breath he lets out, because he's finally back in your arms again.

kaveh

waking up with kaveh usually means it's a competition; all in good fun of course! you race to get to the bathroom first, brush your teeth first, get changed first – anything and everything will be made into a competition. he loves to gloat when he gets it (because you let him win, of course) but it's always coupled with him making breakfast after all that activity, first thing in the morning. after breakfast usually leads to being quiet and resting with each other before you start your activities.

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simstorian-blog · 1 year ago

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Cacti Casa (V2) - NotSoBerry Mint Gen

(CC List + Links)

World Map: Oasis Springs

Area: Parched Prospect

Lot Size: 40 x 30

(3-bedroom, 2 Bathroom)

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

Packs Used

City Living

Get Together

Get To Work

Growing Together

High School Years

Island Living

Outdoor Retreat

Snowy Escape

Spa Day

Wedding Stories

Build Mode

Harlix – Bafroom (Used Throughout)

Harlix – Harluxe (Used Throughout)

Harrie – Brutalist Bathroom (Concrete Wallpaper, Decorative Shelves)

Harrie – Octave Pt. 2 (Doors)

Harrie – Octave Pt. 4 (Wall Switch)

Felixandre – Colonial Pt. 3 (Lipstick Plant, Plaster Wall)

Peacemaker – Atwood Living (Divider)

Peacemaker – Baton Siding

Peacemaker – Brick Wall

Peacemaker – Futura Living (Panel)

Peacemaker – Carpet

Peacemaker – Vintage Glamour Add- on (Solid Door)

Pierisim – Oak House Pt. 4 (Tiles)

Severinka – Jungle Wall

Syboubou – Bamboo (Floors)

Buy Mode

Awingedllama – Blooming Room Separated Plants

Awingedllama – Boho Living (Blanket, Plants)

BlueTeas – Milano Chair

BlueTeas – Samara Chandeliers

BlueTeas – Sheer Curtain

BlueTeas – Walt Ottoman

CharlyPancakes – Miscellanea (Book)

ClutterCat – Baby Boo (Bedding, Bed Frame, Coloring Book)

ClutterCat – Cozy Cocina (Sugar Bowl)

ClutterCat – Dandy Diary Bathroom (Small Mirror)

Cluttercat – Dandy Diary Pt. 2 (Wipes)

ClutterCat – Mellow Moods (BearWoolCap)

Harlix – Baysic Bathroom (Shower, Toilet Paper, Toilet)

Harlix – Jardane (Counters, Firepit, Grill)

Harlix – Kichen

Harlix – Livin’ Rum

Harlix – Orjanic Pt. 2 (Curtains + Rods)

Harlix – Tiny Twavellers (Canopy Medium)

Harrie – Brownstone Pt. 1

Harrie – Brownstone Pt. 3 (Armchair, Canvas, Vase)

Harrie – Conutry Pt. 1 (Bed Base)

Harrie – Country Pt. 2 (Counters)

Harrie – Halycon (Kitchen Island)

Harrie – Kwatei Pt. 2 (Counters, Shelves)

Harrie – Shop The Look 1 (End Table)

Harrie – Spoons Pt. 3 (Sectional)

Harrie – Stockholm (Ottoman)

Felixandre – Chateau Pt. 4 (Basil, Rack)

Felixandre – Colonial Pt. 2 (Tray)

Joyce – Simple Live Pt. 5 (Shower Gel)

Myshunosun – Serene Bathroom (Rug)

Myshunosun – Moonwood Garden (Picked Flowers & Herbs)

Peacemaker – Alesund Sectional

Peacemaker – Caine Living (Foiled Gold Canvas)

Peacemaker – Elsie (Desk)

Peacemaker – Hamptons Getaway (Jars, Towels)

Peacemaker – Kassova Sectional

Peacemaker – Kingston Dining (Dining Table, Framed Canvas)

Peacemaker – Kitayama Bedroom (Half Moon Headboard, Table)

Peacemaker – Kitayama Dining (Brush Strokes)

Peacemaker – Matilda Mudroom (Boxes)

Peacemaker – Hinterlands Living (Fringed Pouffe)

Peacemaker – Adirondack Pt. 1 (Umbrella)

Peacemaker – Tasteful Tots

Peacemaker – Vara Office (Computer, Desk Chair)

Pierisim – Calderone (Bedding)

Pierisim – David’s Apartment Pt. 2 (Bottles)

Pierisim – MCM Pt. 2 (Coffee Tables, Plant, Rug, Side Tables)

Pierisim – Oak House Pt. 4 (Ceiling Light High, Vase)

Pierisim – Teeny Weeny (Diaper Set, Hanging Clothes)

Pierisim – Unfold (Pitcher)

Pierisim – Vera Bathroom (Hook, Robe)

Pierisim – Winter Garden (Old Rug)

PlushPixels – Hamptons

Ravasheen – Deja Brew (Coffee Jars, Sugar Packets)

Ravasheen – Hot Sim Disguise Clutter (Tray)

Ravasheen – Motivational Speaker

RusticSims – Kind of Modular (All Books)

Severinka – Dayana Poster

Severinka – Kamila Boho Lamp

Sooky88 – Leaning Framed Posters 2

Sundays – Kediri Pt.1 (Throw Pillows)

Sundays – Pop! Pt. 1 (Throw Pillows)

Sundays – Sumbra Pt. 1 (Pillows, Rug, Throw Blanket)

Sundays – Swell Pt. 2 (Headboard)

Sundays – Yarra Pt. 2 (Duvet)

Syboubou – Dinosaur

Syboubou – Modern Easel

TaurusDesign – Lilith Chilling Areas Pt. 2 (Deco Jars)

TaurusDesign – Lilith Chilling Areas Pt. 3 (Pillows)

Tuds – NCTR (Fridge, Tray)

Tuds – SHKR (Stove)

Winner9 – Yokeda (Pendant, Wall Lamp)

Wondymoon – Potassium Blanket

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DO NOT CLAIM THEM AS YOUR OWN.

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cool-plants-daily · 2 years ago

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Cool Plant: Arundinaria gigantea

Giant River Cane

This plant is extra special! Not only is it one of three members of the genus Arundinaria, which together are North America's only native bamboo, it also once formed extensive bamboo forests in the American Southeast known as canebrakes, where the bamboo stalks could exceed 30 feet tall! The bamboo forests are thought to have covered 10 million acres of the southeastern United States.

River cane grows in damp areas such as low-lying woods and the edges of creeks, and has incredible abilities for resisting erosion and filtering contaminants from groundwater. It is a fire dependent species, and canebrakes were maintained by Native Americans using controlled burns. Native American peoples such as the Cherokee and the Choctaw used the river cane as a super tough all purpose crafting material for everything from flutes and blowguns to baskets, backpacks, mats and bed frames.

Nowadays, it mostly only exists in small patches along fences and in ditches, where it usually grows no taller than 10 feet or so. Since it grows in large clonal colonies and only produces seeds once before the entire patch dies, it is hard for it to reproduce these days. The destruction of the canebrakes by colonists' cattle, plowing, and neglect of the caretaking practices are thought to have helped drive the Carolina parakeet and passenger pigeon to extinction.

Many other species depend on the Arundinaria bamboos to live: there are at least 9 butterfly and moth species that use it as a host plant, and some of the rarest plants in the Southeast, including the Venus flytrap, are often found in remaining fragments of canebrakes.

#native plants #nature #conservation #ecosystems

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the-switch-conspiracy · 1 month ago

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[Prev]

Undo, Redo

Chapter 8, Part 2: [No More Shortcuts]

Warnings: Violence, blood, body horror. Lighter I think than other parts however.

Liu Qingge lay, hair unbound upon a bed as soft and plush as silk. A warm and gentle hand pressed low on his spine. He sighs, shifting closer to the warmth leaning against him, a familiar scent coiling within his lungs. Bamboo, hair oil, parchment, and the low earthy tones are both so dear to him, yet so distant. “Mmnn” he groans out as the hand rises, cards itself through the downy hair at the base of his neck. He feels his lips twitch into a rare smile, the soft gentle thing so carefully guarded and shown to rare few.

“ Qing-ge~” That melodious voice whispers in his ear. He wants to turn towards it, trap it within his arms, to stay in this soft sweet moment forever. A hand grabs his arm. Large and firm with prominent callouses born from frequent sword use. He barely has a moment to react, before he’s yanked from the warmth, eyes jolting open in shock as he falls to his knees half-clothed in front of a very familiar figure. Tall, dressed in the very outfit he wore day in and out, staring down at him with an expression like stone. A face identical to his. Cracked like porcelain, eyes two flat disks of white. It sneers down at him.

“Is this what you have been doing while the man you love fights for his life? He’s out in the dark alone, while you crawl coddled in this warmth, selfishly.” It turns its’ gaze to the bed behind Liu Qingge, contempt clear on its well-known features. Memories flood Liu Qingge’s mind. Of the fight he’d just lost, of the sudden draining of his Qi a moment before he was struck. The crack of his body hitting solid stone, and something shattering inside as his consciousness faded. And Shen Qingqiu, alone, staring at him with horrified eyes and an outstretched arm.

“Of course not!” He spits, trying to rise to his feet. His limbs feel shaky and he was weak; barely able to move as if all his energy has been drained from his body. It stared down at him, brows furrowed and cold. The slivers of light that were it’s eyes narrow. Its’ head shakes, disappointment at the sight kneeling before it. Liu Qingge feels small at its feet. Liu Qingge feels rage. One part of him wishes to strike at the being, but the power radiating off this being was both intoxicatingly powerful and light; unlike anything he’d felt before. Was this a celestial, come to his unwaking body to put things right? Or to end him?

“If you don’t want him to die, stand. Stand and take my hand so he might live.” Arrogance drips from its words, from his posture, its outstretched hand bridging half the gap between them. But more powerful than the anger it elicits is the fear. The fear this being was right; that Shen Qingqiu would die without his assistance. If this being could grant him even a fraction of its’ strength to defeat the demon that had bested him… he would do anything. Anything, so that Shen Qingqiu’s death could not come to pass. His head drops, his shoulders slump, and his fingertips hit the palm of its’ mimicked hand. For the first time the being’s stern expression softens, a tension releasing from its’ frame. It looks back at the bed holding the temptation beyond the waking Liu Qingge’s reach.

“If you concede a battle before it even begins for fear of a loss, you’ll lose your chance to win.” It murmurs turning its’ boundless gaze on Liu Qingge’s still kneeling form, “That is a battle worth fighting for even the chance of winning; so cast off your cowardice, and fight.”

“You!-” White fills his vision as power fills his veins, ushering him with the taste of blood and stone to the waking world beyond.

~O~

Shen Qingqiu stares up at the beast, beads of sweat forming around his temple. The indomitable force seems to stare back at him. He swallows, trying to wet his bone dry mouth, and nervously glances down at his disciple. Still looking up at him with a far too placid face. His Qi flares questioningly into the void of the room, and the beast’s flares back warningly… and yet...

“Luo Binghe’s life for Liu Qingge’s? That’s the deal you’re offering?” The words taste rancid behind his teeth, disgusting to have been said. But every second they were talking is a second stolen from the beast. It seemed awfully chatty for being the potential harbinger of their likely imminent death. There had to be a catch of some sort, for why else would it be so intent on Shen Qingqiu surrendering to it?

ș̬̇̿u͎̞̝̟̼͌̐͐͠͝b͙̩͓͆͐͗m̙̳̯̰͗̀̌̐ị̎t̡͓́̆͡ͅ

“I̜̊t̛̳͔̀'̱̌s ͙̭̳̫́͂͑͠b͓̟̤̎̚͡uṭ̕ ̫̑͢͞ä̳̯͔͕̯́̃̾̽͘ ̛͉̩̿̚ͅs̫͐ḿ̖̦̼̟̈́͑̿ȧ̖̞̫̽̒l̛̖͕͚̄̚ļ̜̄̈́ ̼̩̤̫́̌́̈o̟̻̊͋f̰͈̞̱͗͆̈͐f͔̉er̨͇̖͌͐͌i̝͖̎̃n̗͋g̻̙̭̻͊͝͡͞ ̻̲̾̇f̞̪͖͑̓̓o̤͙̬̖͊͆̊͛ŗ̠́̀ ̘͓͙̖̱̆̊̃̈̉m͈͇̩̋́̀̕ͅÿ̰̣͔̀́ ̩̰̅̀m͈͙͊̑e̥̓r̹̟̞̈́̍ć̹̜͛ÿ̭̺́̿̑͢,̞̈ ̞̻͋̄́͢͜͞nŏ̢͎̔͘ͅ?̙̖̖͊͆̀͟͠”

The demon nods, its’ front-most arms bending just so to bring it closer to their level. At its size, it was more a mocking gesture than anything else. The expression on its face was intense, manic and starved. But also glassy, hollow. Shen Qingqiu felt consumed by its gaze, stripped bare under its watchful fanaticism. The tugging on Luo Binghe had stopped, as if waiting for Shen Qingqiu to answer before pulling his disciple away to his death.

Luo Binghe holds onto his arms as tightly as Shen Qingqiu holds onto his sides, desperation felt through the slightest shake to his hands. He wants to look down at him, to press his face to his chest and tell him ‘we’ll be fine’, ‘I won’t sacrifice you for anyone.’, but instead all he could do was press one hand to his disciples curls. And close his eyes.

Three human heartbeats, beating in tandem as fast as a hummingbird’s wings.

With a shaky breath, Shen Qingqiu stares once more into the hungry abyss of the demon’s vermilion gaze.

“There is something I’ve always found trite in stories, that infuriates me to my core. Can you guess what that is?” The monster’s eyes narrow, a sneer beginning to spread across its face as it rises back to its full height. The wriggling of the hair starts once more as it prepares itself to tug. Luo Binghe tenses in his arms and Shen Qingqiu squeezes back reassuringly. He has a plan, well the outlines of a plan, look... it was more of a work in progress than anything…

“I͉̐ṱ̌ ͔͚̮͒͐̈́w̩͙̑͞o̰̒ũ͇l̺̿ḏ̢̩̝̃̄̓͋ ͍͔̰̣̕̕͝͡b͙̭̝̊͋͊e ̡̲̓͑w̲̠̭̓̈͐̎ͅi̛̞̖͘��̱̼̭̰̃̍̏e̯̽ ̧̜̗̈́̑͂n̗̯̞̔̍͡o̙̮͉̜͗̀̇̽̚͢t̜̆ ̼̔t͎̺̅̇͘͢o̹̿ ͓͞t̢̯̞̟͉͊́͌͒̂ȩ̖͗̿s̗̏ṫ͜ ̩̉ṃ̟̆̏̌͟ě̟͔͉̈̋ ̭̟͈͆͒͋S̨͖̦̖̒̏͑́hǐ͇̗̟̞͒̿͌z̬̝͗͞ȕ͈͓̘́͘ņ̞͙͈̪͂͗̄̆͡.̣̞̀͡” Binghe gasps.

But! First things first; a diversion.

The demon growls.

“It’s the IQ drop a villain gets right before they start a monologue. When they get so caught up in their own power and self-importance they lose track of what’s around them.” Shen Qingqiu must admit that his favourite part when it came to stories, beyond the world building and monsters of course, was always the climactic moment before the final clash. When everything seems grimmest, then suddenly; a glimmer of light. This, to Shen Qingqiu, felt likethat moment.

It was still blind after all, even if it was using Qi and sound to pinpoint where he was. The upsides to this way of sensing were great, the beast would be able to react swiftly to anything Shen Qingqiu did, but… the downside to this sort of sensing? A singleminded focus, all on Shen Qingqiu. Bad for a villain no doubt, but perfect for...

A sword beam of light so intense Shen Qingqiu could feel the heat wafting off it from where he stood, carves through three of the demon’s eight arms and halfway into its lower head. Forcing a room shaking howl from deep within its damaged chest, and the lurching, staggered, slump sideways under its’ own weight.

Liu Qingge stood amidst the shattered rubble surrounding him, Cheng Luan shining white at his side and hair loose in disarray around his face. His white and blue robes were stained red in patches and ripped in others, but power soars around him in a heady ripple. A shining light, the glimmer in the darkness.

Without a second glance or a moment of hesitation, Liu Qingge tilts his sword and leaps. The shredded remnants of his outermost robes trailing behind him like outstretched wings.

~O~

Shang Qinghua has seen some shit, don’t get him wrong. Ever since his System popped up and gave him his ‘Save the World’ quest several years ago he’s been working his ass off trying to fix things here and there, and most of those things were some serious shit. He literally just came back from one such mission! So a popular close-to-sect town being overtaken by demons in a way that wasn't in PIDW or any of his supplementary writings?

Fair, whatever, this world was a world that kept turning regardless of if Shang Qinghua wrote it to. Now, sky turning blood red from ominous beam of energy radiating from the very place their Shixiong and Shidi were supposed to be? A rift forming where said beam hit the sky? System screaming in his ear about how the corruption is spreading and that an unauthorised corrupted instance was in the area? Yeah, nah, that’s fucked. Talk about some end of days bullshit! System, he demands a pay raise!

Normally when Shang Qinghua enters a corrupted zone, he’s tasked with finding what went wrong and ‘writing’ the wrong, ha! Apparently being the author granted him some level of creative control in this trainwreck of his novel. Or the soggy wet remains of what was a sort of fanfictionesque version of his novel? Hell if he knows! But after writing what he’d observed in these areas and ‘fixing’ them with some pretty elegant prose, if he may say so, in the book granted to him by the system for this task… well he gets to see his world building in action.

Literally. It was… was… like that scene in that weird ass freaking kids movie? With the button eyes..? Coraline, that’s it, at the end where the other place starts unravelling into white? Its like that in reverse, forming the world in places that were lacking. It was honestly as cool as it was terrifying, like being a real premium god of this world.

But that didn’t mean that everything was changed because of him, because oh boy was it not!

The first time he met Shen Qingqiu he almost choked to death! There was something -not right- with that one, beyond what was already not right with the OG! He almost thought that something he had done as a child somehow caused Shen Qingqiu to get his soul sucked out as a teen under Wu Yanzi. It wasn’t impossible but… well… despite probably being a soulless husk he was weirdly…. Likeable?

He was still kind of a bitch! And mean! Weirdly obsessed with monsters and fans, but he had a cutting sense of humour which was really freaky when he stared you down with his dead ass fish eyes and smiled like he was thinking about murdering you. And he was good with teaching! Or at least delegating his teaching! Adding on to the weirdness was whatever the fuck that was happening between Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu.

Look, Shang Qinghua gets weird complicated relationships, hell the original version of their relationship was supposed to be tragic, weird and complicated! But this… this was weird, weird and complicated, complicated! That’s not even getting into the fact that Shen Qingqiu knew about Xuan Su! Nor the way Zhangman-Shixiong sometimes look s at Shen Qingqiu like he want s to prostrate himself at his feet or stab him seventy-nine times with his sword. It was incredibly unnerving.

Yet no matter what they just keep smiling at each other. That’s the worst bit. Shen Qingqiu will get snappy, will give Yue Qingyuan the cold shoulder, will sneer and shout and spit awful things, just like he should, then just as quickly he’d turn and smile that pretty vacant smile that so often makes its home on his face, and sing out a sweet ‘Qi-ge, look at this book I’ve been enjoying’ or ‘Qi-ge, this Qingqiu-shidi wanted to go observe the golden tail badger buck, would Qi-ge join this one?’ and rather than be weirded out like Shang Qinghua was by the clear sign of this Shen Qingqiu’s mental instability, Yue Qingyuan would get that weird knowing look he sometimes gets around Shen Qingqiu! It drives him insane!

But yeah, despite all that bullshit he was actually not so bad to be around, if you ignore the ‘off’ vibes and just took him as he was. Great at shit talking, kind of like a judgemental wine aunt. Anyway, so Shang Qinghua has seen some shit, dealt with some shit, has been through some serious shit. But he has never faced something like this before. It was… kinda daunting. Intensely daunting. And Yue Qingyuan? He looked wild. The man was all but foaming at the mouth with frantic impotent fury.

Or at least the closest thing the sect leader has to that, which is ‘foaming at the mouth with frantic impotent fury in an elegant sect leader type of way that is likely to snap and rip someone’s throat out with his teeth at any minute and oh god Shang Qinghua was in the line of fire’. Yeah. And Shang Qinghua somehow had to stop him from running to and bursting down the door to the place he very much wanted to go. Because the system told him so.

[No unauthorised entities may enter the currently ongoing instance. Entry will cause punishment for both host and offending entity.]

So, here he was, standing in front of a man willing and able to rip him apart to get to his precious shidi. What the fuck did he do to deserve this???

“Is there a reason Shang-shidi is standing in this one’s way?” Yue Qingyuan smiles down at him with his ‘I’m going to kill you in thirty seconds if you don’t move’ smile and clenches Xuan Su with a shaking, pale knuckled grip. Shang Qinghua gulps, and bursts out in a high pitched rush.

“This one really must insist that Zhangman-Shixiong not enter the likely very dangerous building just yet!” He stops and breaths shallowly, before continuing at an even higher pitch, “The mortals need to be evacuated! If whatever is causing this to happen enters into the city streets it would be a nightmare! So! We should prioritise the mortals who are under our protection and! Um, get them out of the city..?” He abruptly ran out of steam upon seeing the look in Yue Qingyuan’s eyes. He reaches out a hand and grips Shang Qinghua’s shoulder in a firm grasp.

“You are indeed correct Shang-shidi, the mortals must be protected and evacuated.” He squeezes his shoulder tight, “So Shang-shidi, I entrust you to handle this very important mission.” he lets goes and strides past without another glance. Shit, shit, shit. Terrible things should be shouted three times! Shang Qinghua didn’t want to die! But he also didn’t want whatever awful punishment would be inflicted on him should he fail to do what the system asked! Choices, choices! There were none! All he could do was -

Thwack!

“Shang Qinghua!” An angry snarl of a shout from the man now wrapped in immortal binding cables, and encased in one of Shang Qinghua’s quick-days protective arrays! All your protective array needs in one decently sized rock! Also works well to bludgeon people to unconsciousness or death with! Well, whatever is happening inside needs to finish quickly. Shang Qinghua doesn’t know how much longer he’ll be able to keep the sect leader restrained!

~O~

Slay the demon, protect Shen Qingqiu, don’t die. Slay the demon, save Shen Qingqiu from his fate, don’t die. Slay the demon, protect Shen Qingqiu, try not to die again. An endless mantra ringing in his ears. A monotonous blur of sight and sound, overstimulating his senses as he pushes through pain, weariness, the blood coating his mouth to fight, fight, fight. He’s good at it, it’s all he needs to be good at. To protect, to attack, the shield of the sect, the righteous blade of his martial siblings. It pounds in his head, in his veins, the thrum of power beyond all he’s even known.

His every step shatters stone, the demon’s movements look sluggish to his eyes, yet his bones hum under the strain. A lash of a clawed hand easily dodged, the parting of shadows to reveal whip like tendrils brimming with evil energy cut down with an arc of light. The taste of blood growing stronger even as he fights, fights, fights . Whatever this energy was, its not meant for a mostly mortal body. It’s burning him alive, his Qi roiling in his meridians like a barely caged wildfire, even as he slices another limb from this wretched beast’s soon to be corpse.

He knows Shen Qingqiu and his disciple are still in the room, but he can’t think , can’t see , merely move, move, attack, killkillKILL.

Bodies painted crimson with every swipe, endlessly crawling over the limp forms of those slain before them. All of them his face, his body being cut down one by one by three by five, endlessly, mindlessly clutching at the hems of his robes. It doesn’t end, why won’t it end? He’s cut down again again again . His lungs filling with water, with blood, drowning drowning. Is this what insanity feels like? This endlessly repeating cycle? How did he handle it? How is he still so put together? Focus, this isn’t for you to know . Know… know? No, no, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts it hurts it hurts ithurtsithurtsithurtsithurts GET IT OUT GET IT OUT. Stop looking!

“Liu Qingge! It’s about to use its Qi Dampe-” That beloved voice breaking through the red mist twisting his mind. In the brief breath of clarity that follows, Liu Qingge watches distantly as the demon’s stinger pulls back, pulsating as it draws in energy. The world to Liu Qingge’s senses feels glacial and muffled, as if he were standing over his own shoulder looking out through a pane of misted glass, but he can see it. An almost audible click, rings in his ear. The depths, the madness, pushed back by the entity he foolishly entered this pact with.

Shen Qingqiu stands tall, Xiu Ya held defensively in front of him, his disciple stands just a step behind him and freed from his binding, an intensely dark expression looming on his features. Shen Qingqiu’s hands were held in an oddly familiar way, almost distracting him from the sight of the carnage surrounding them. Several other pillars had been demolished in Liu Qingge’s maddened rampage along with large swaths of the flooring. But the demon, despite its damage, still stood tall. Oily black liquid drips from its many wounds, steaming into miasma as it hits the ground.

“M̹̃y̨̙͇̜̒̑̋̅ ̡͈̩̀͂͠m̲̟̻̝̃̃͝͠ḛ̪̐̃ȑ̲̭̽̎͢c͔̼̼̙̊͊̏͠y̨̝͕̻̓͂͋̅ ̦͔̌͊h̬̰̥̹̤̎̄͑̑̈ã̫͙̼̈̓ṣ̡̾͗ ͎͖̠͌̓̈r͚̠̱̝̉̈̐̈́̓ͅṳ̱̒̂̐͜͟͞ñ̺̯̝̔̚ ò͎̖̯͒͞u͙̇ẗ̡̛͚͍̟́̾̇̚͢!̨̞̗̳͎̇͐̈́̍̕” It roars, voice fragmenting into many as its’ stinger hits the ground, distorting the surface with it’s dark magic.

All Liu Qingge’s power cuts out, sending him harshly from his leap to his feet, pain rocketing through his ankles, knees, and hips. It’s stinger fades to almost nothing, and his Qi slowly, sluggishly, begins to return. Too slowly.

“N̲͓̅̓͜͠ō̝̫̻͘̕w̟̠̬̓̈͊͟͡ D̡͇̞̣̠̀͊̃̉͘I͚̫̍̋Ȩ͖̿̕!”

It throws its remaining arms out mindlessly, sweeping them across the floor around it like whips. Without Qi they couldn’t escape it’s reach! Shen Qing-!Liu Qingge’s train of thought is abruptly cut off as hundreds of sharpened spears of stone hurtle down from the dark abyss hiding the ceiling and impale the beast, pinning it to the floor like an insect in a morbid display.

It howls, rage and pain radiating from the ungodly noise. Good. His Qi snaps back, flooding him with his regular amount of power, the otherworldly presence gone. Or so it seemed. A trip to Wan Jian Peak would be needed despite how much the thought made his skin crawl. Better that than Qian Cao Peak.

The demon writhes, desperately trying to escape the pins that trap it to the ground. But by luck or design, its remaining arms were also pinned to the floor. The only weapon it had left was its still faded stinger, and the hair’s it could control. Shen Qingqiu stands close to the Demon’s upper face, staring down at it with a curiously blank expression as it snarls wordlessly up at him. It was… different looking to how it was prior to his strike. That face… it looks almost like-

“Shizun!” Shen Qingqiu’s disciple tackles him just as the Demon’s stinger lashes down towards where Shen Qingqiu was just standing. Two sword glares cut into the appendage mere breaths after, severing it finally from the main body. The boy, Luo Binghe? Sneered at the beast with a face contorted in a rage so fierce Liu Qingge could almost taste it. Bitter and animalistic. A mirror of his own towards the demon that dared to try and hurt...-! He shakes the rage from his mind, letting a calm descend upon him. As this very battle had proven, rage was strong when honed correctly, but when let overrun oneself… all it leads to is madness.

Shen Qingqiu once more walks up to the slowly stilling demon, once more staring down at him with that cold expression. He doesn’t say a word.

He deals the final blow.

Standing next to the slumped form of his vanquished foe, his hair loosened from it’s careful dressing and glowing from the light of his blade, sword slick with blood, gore soaking the hems of his robes, and eyes burning from within… he looked… Liu Qingge’s jaw seizes, his fists clench. The elated grin stretching across his previously blank face as the adrenaline fades into relief. The man who haunts his dreams. The man who haunts his nightmares. This man, he is resplendent in their victory.

This man is not Shen Qingqiu.

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#svsss #svsss au #bingqiu #bingliushen #time loop #angst #Inspired partially by system possession Au's like @artsarasp 's #And @unfrtune 's material system au #SVSSS World Corruption AU #shang qinghua #yue qingyuan #body horror

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melmac78 · 17 days ago

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Still here… just another really busy time.

Let’s just say am glad I’m ambidextrous because we got frames for our awards that have film both sides of glass we have to remove.

Ash doing ok but kind of fed up I keep changing bed sheets. She prefers the bamboo like me but they’re a little too cool temp in the winter.

This though is her demanding I go get sunshine mouse out so she can play.

And yes - she does get under the sheet to wake me up so she can play.

#melmac78 observation

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purpleajisai · 1 year ago

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Drop your Madara headcannons 🧠 💣

Hi! This is going to be quite a long list. Didn't add every single hc because I'm planning on writing a little fanfic and don't want to spoil some details to you hehe. Anyways, hope you enjoy! Some of these are very oddly specific, this man occupies at least half my brain if not more.

🔥 misc!

* He drinks his tea boiling hot. Burning your tongue? Never heard of it

* Is actually good at cooking and makes the most out of any ingredient available. Growing up in war, he knows how to make meals out of anything.

* Has a pillow to cuddle in bed! The dude is lonely.

* Very elegant and expensive hanko to stamp his documents. A clan leader needs to be fancy sometimes!

* Neat freak. Never has his house messy or his clothes out of place. Even his hair strands are calculated.

* Is actually able to mend/sew his clothes very well if some stitches are damaged during training.

* Sleeps a maximum of 6 hours a day, minimum of 30 minutes. The amount of sleep he gets is like playing a roulette (ever seen the eyebags? yeah)

* Speaking about the eyebags. His eyebags are both sunken and protruding (based on my personal experience of being sleep deprived+stressed) the lower eyelid pops out a little and the dark circles extend more.

* The man is physically unable to go out in social settings during the day. Only has social battery for the night. If he has to do some sort of diplomatic celebration with other clan leaders or kage during the day, he’ll leave the talking to someone better at social gatherings like Hashirama.

* Has houseplants both for decoration and for cooking. We’re talking pretty succulents and mint plants or peach trees.

* The type of guy to wake up and immediately jump out of bed. Things have to be done everyday and he doesn’t trust people to do things the way he likes.

🎀 appearance!

* Shaves to perfection every single morning, no excuses. Takes a little razor to missions, hates the feeling of facial hair growing. Trims his eyebrows as well. The Sharingan needs a pretty frame, right?

* The gloves have 2 purposes: protecting his hands from getting calluses or any form of damage due to the metal handle of the gunbai, kusarigama, etc and to hide burn scars (courtesy of @madaraservingcunt go follow her!)

* Continuing with the gloves, they’re made out of leather or thick cotton. Maybe has several sets of them for different activities.

* Smells like a mix of wood (cedar or pine), soot/ash, aloe and maybe lavender or wild daisy.

* Skincare and haircare? He’s VERY serious about these. Aloe vera facial masks for soothing the itchiness of constant katonjutsu, washes face with caution, rice water to keep his hair shiny, protective hairstyles to not damage the long hair strands, bamboo hairbrush to retain the natural oils, etc.

* Either has thick straight hair or textured and slightly wavy hair, definitely cut in layers. The wavy hair would make more sense as it poofs up when dry but looks rather straight when wet, taking into account the scenes of the battle in the Valley of the End (thank you Indra for the wavy hair and gorgeous mane genetics). Definitely loves his hair, fav part about himself.

* The bandages above his ankles are to keep the pants in place because his calves are thin and not very muscular, a small insecurity when he was a teen.

* Speaking of the terrible teens, he got grumpy whenever he got a breakout, zit, etc.

* Has mixed/dry, sensible skin. Dealt with painful and itchy sores due to lack of skin hydration while in war.

* Is a bit ashamed of his height and body proportions (i.e. wishing he was taller, less lean and more bulky, broader shoulders). These were regular nuisances during his teens but he eventually controlled the insecurities in adulthood, not managing to make them disappear completely nonetheless.

🍡 food!

* The databooks say that his fav food is inarizushi, so I've added that he likes similar things: onigiri, temaki, nigirizushi, tamagoyaki or even gyoza.

* Eats with little pleasure, only to fuel his body or whatever. That changes when Konoha is founded and he can actually enjoy and taste his meals.

* Dislikes greasy foods. Not a fan of ramen or katsudon, gyoza has to be boiled and would never eat tempura or ebi furai.

* Has a sweet tooth. We're talking dango, wagashi, dorayaki and more. However, only Izuna knew about this. Can't have a clan leader that eats candy like a little child.

* Prefers his sake cold and drinks mostly umeshu in informal gatherings.

* Actually likes fruit. I have no reason for believing this but he has the face of a man who likes fresh fruit. Fav fruit is persimmons or apples.

* Was malnourished as a child, giving away his food to his brothers or clansmen. Eventually took a toll on his muscle growth and height.

* Eats very light breakfast (maybe tea and some rice with nori or miso soup with wakame), heavy lunch (meat or fish, rice, more tea and other side dishes), no dinner.

* Favourite tea is jasmine or pu'erh, mostly drinks green tea and actually enjoys a good ceremonial matcha.

Thanks for the fun ask! I legit have a google docs of 4 pages full of hcs 😭 please send more asks about him I need to dump my brainrot

#ask #madara #madara uchiha #uchiha clan #uchiha madara #pro uchiha #naruto #founders era #madara headcanons #yay my first ask!#so happy to share my worringly high amount of headcanons!#if anyone reads this rb with your own hcs #madara 4 president #i want to give him a hair treatment or facial mask uwu

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mrs-johansson · 2 years ago

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Strangers in the night - Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Part 15:

Laying in bed, watching Dateline was probably the most comforting thing we could’ve been doing. I worked a 15-hour day and not gonna lie I was exhausted, but I really wanted to spend time with Scarlett.

“I’ve never asked you about the tattoo on your back,” her hand softly brushed over the ink on my bare back. “It’s really beautiful,” her soft words and touches gave me goosebumps.

“I’ve got it made in Thailand, tattoos are a form of protection to ward off evil spirits there. They are believed to be magical, called Sak Yant. This very old woman did it with a bamboo type of thing and dipped that into ink.” “Did it hurt more? It probably did,” she chuckled lowly. “Oh yeah, she was hitting that into my back. Not a nice feeling.” “And what does it mean?”

Explaining every little detail of line, she was paying attention like I was explaining the secrets of the world. Her fingers followed every curve and mark.

“I wanted to ask you something though, and I want your honest opinion,” spoke Scarlett. I turned around and laid next to her, as she was now sitting with her legs crossed, “I’m thinking about dying my hair.” “Yeah? What color?” I asked. “Brunette… not too dark, not too light. I don’t know, I’m kind of bored of blonde. What do you think?” I squinted at her, doing my best to imagine her with brown hair. “It would be hot. You would keep the length, right?” I sat up, brushing a piece of hair out of her face. “Mhm,” she hummed and I left my hands on her cheeks. Framing her smooth and perfect face.

Her soft but strong hands curled around my thighs and pulled me in her lap. Scam knew how to accompany me in bed, as we’ve fallen into it with each other for a few months now. We had already drunk a couple of glasses of wine and had dinner hours ago. Caught up on what happened throughout the day and I just really wanted to turn off my mind.

She had me under her spell, wrapped tightly around her slender finger for no one else to have. And I didn’t mind one bit. Started slowly undoing the buttons of my pj shirt, never breaking eye contact. Her hands gently slid under the hem of my shirt to hold my hips. The corners of her mouth turned up into a soft smile at my touch as I moved to gently suck on her neck, earning a small hum of appreciation.

“I missed you today,” I mumbled against her skin. Her hands smoothly removed my shirt, throwing it on the floor. “Mhm, you did?” The husk in my ear just gave me goosebumps. Quietly moaned under my breath as my eyes were closed, entrapped in Scarlett’s soft kisses. “Yeah,” I whined as her teeth dug into my skin. I wrapped my fingers into her hair, pulling her slightly back as I scattered kisses and bites onto her neck. “You’re not filming in the next couple of days, yeah?” I asked. “No,” Scarlett mumbled. “Lucky me.” Sucking on her pulse, she let out small whines and moans. Leaving hickies is probably something that teenagers do, but damn how I love to do that. Her left hand was carefully placed around my neck, lightly squeezing it. Scarlett’s other hand went down on my wet panty, rubbing my clothed core. “Hmm… more,” I sighed into the crook of her neck. “You’re wearing too much,” I breathed out while pulling on her shirt.

In no time we threw away every piece of clothing separating us. She grabbed my breast, caressing it carefully with her veiny pretty hands. I moaned. Even if I tried to hold it in, I knew I couldn’t have and she knew it too. Still, on her lap, she slid her hand on my stomach way too slowly for my liking. “Scarlett please…” I squeezed her right wrist as her hand was holding me up, from the underside of my thigh. “What do you want, hm?” Her husky words and that smirk just drove me crazy. “You! Just do something,” her fingers were edging so close to where I needed her the most.

The next second I was lifted off her lap and Scarlett was holding me up before softly laying me on my back. “Oh my god,” I held onto her shoulders for a second. “What? You think I spend hours at the gym for nothing?” She asked with a smirk. “Oh no, I know that you’re strong. Maybe without these biceps, we wouldn’t be here,” I squeezed her biceps playfully and we both chuckled, Scarlett hiding her face in the crook of my neck.

She lifted her face and we were inches apart. I was looking between her eyes and her full lips. With a quick kiss to the edge of my mouth, she lowered her head down to my core. I quickly found Scarlett’s hand with mine and intertwined our fingers.

Scar trailed her tongue from my clit, to my belly, my abdomen, the valley of my breasts, and to my right nipple. She licked it before placing a gentle kiss and biting it, she was smiling. “You’re obsessed,” I chuckled as my fingers ran through her hair, massaging her scalp. “You too though,” she mumbled. “That I am.”

Just the next moment she pushed two of her fingers inside me slowly. “Fuck,” I breathed out. She smiled as her mouth returned between my thighs, eating me out like there was no tomorrow.

She kissed my inner thigh softly while tossing my right leg over her shoulder. She butterfly-kissed my clit before starting to suck it. I took a sharp breath in and squeezed her hand. "Scar," I moaned once I felt her tongue inside me.

"More baby," I whimpered once she began to move my clit with her thumb. Her movements quickened and my skin was burning. “I’m gonna… Scar quick,” with one last lick I was sent over. I was panting, my thighs were shaking and my eyes were closed. “You did so good, love,” Scarlett came up and softly kissed me. I held onto her shoulder, before pulling her down on me with a hand on her back. “You know, when I think about how we got together just now, it makes the past few years worth waiting for you. Sex with you just… unbelievable,” I said while trying to catch my breath. Feeling Scarlett’s smile on my skin was unmatched. “Glad to hear that. The same goes back to you, though. You have magic hands, darling,” she left small kisses along my neck then trailed them up to my lips.

I cupped her face with my hands, brushing the fallen blond locks out of her face. “Thank you for making me happy,” I looked between her eyes and the little smile on her lips was something I’m gonna cherish forever. “Thank you for letting me,” her words were personal and filled with feelings.

The urge to say my feelings was so tempting but just a little more time till I’ll do it. I’m not in a rush and I feel happy in every little moment we have together. She is here and we are present, that’s all we need these days.

***

“I’m gonna go, can you please text me when you get to the airport?” I walked back into the bedroom, seeing Scarlett had sat up in bed already. “Will do,” she yawned and I smiled at her tired look. “There’s some coffee and I got you breakfast. Tell Rose I miss her when you talk,” I leaned down, one hand on her cheek, and kissed her. Her eyes remained closed but a small smile pulled on her lips. “You’re the best, baby. Have fun today.” “You too, I’ll see you tonight.”

Leaving the hotel, I could already see the paparazzi from the lobby. I put on my sunglasses and a confident posture.

Stepping out, flashes went crazy and thankfully it wasn’t dark out so I was already used to the lights. “Y/n! Is it true that you’re dating someone?” “Do Chris and your sister getting married?” “I heard you’re dating someone older, can you confirm?” And I quickly got inside the car. “Way to start the morning.”

***

“Y/n we’re ready for you,” came in the trailer one of the set assistants. “Okay, thank you.”

I had most of my scenes with Kate McKinnon and we had a lot of fun so far filming. She is a very cool person and funny but also professional which makes everything easier.

We had multiple locations around LA to film and people always found where we were. And I immediately saw at least a dozen people being fenced away from the set. I had no choice but to walk past them and as they saw me, it all went downhill.

“Y/n please can we take a picture?” I heard one girl and I most definitely didn’t want to ignore them because I would seem rude. So I turned to them with a small smile. “I’m sorry, I can’t take pictures right now but I’ll sign something for you if that's good,” I said and the girl nodded. She must have been around 18 or something since she seemed to be alone here. I signed her phone case and we exchanged a couple of words before I had to go film.

Ignoring fans was never a thing for me. My dad always taught us that regardless of how people treat you, always be nice and friendly. And I don’t see the point of being the opposite. I try my best every time to be polite and respectful even if the paparazzi is being an ass.

***

After a couple of hours of filming, we had my scene done where I go to Roger Ailes’ office. It was a difficult scene and I was actually glad we had finished it.

Scarly🌻: I’ve got the package😎

me: the package?

Scarly🌻: your sister and Evans

Scarly🌻: the package

Scarly🌻: crazy lovebirds

me: right😂 third wheeling today you think?

Scarly🌻: already, I could’ve just written it on my schedule

me: I’m sorry😂 I don’t think I’ll be able to get to the hotel before dinner so I’ll meet you guys at the restaurant

Scarly🌻: alright, we’re gonna get lunch. Have you had any yet?

me: I’m waiting for it now, we’re moving locations so I have some time off

Scarly🌻: text me when you finished?

me: ofc, have fun babes❤️

Scarly🌻: you too😘

We had moved to an outside location and it was already dark out. I mostly filmed in a restaurant but then outside too. Not gonna lie I was cold for a while, but after we did multiple takes I got used to it.

After we all finished I quickly changed and redid my makeup then I made my way toward the restaurant.

#gxg #scarlett johansson x you #scarlett johansson x female reader #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson smut #scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson imagines #chirs evans

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aquilathefighter · 2 years ago

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Fluffbruary 24: Needle

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Fandom: The Sandman (2022)

Relationship: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling

To put it simply, getting used to mortal clothes was a pain for Dream. For all his life, his clothes were dreamstuff, as much a part of him as any other part of his manifestation. There was no difference between the fabric of his jacket and his skin. All one unified being.

Since his retirement, he no longer has the power to summon clothes with a thought. When he first moved in with Hob, he dragged him to department store after department store, trying on itchy denim and polyester that brought him to tears in the changing room.

At first Hob didn’t understand. Why was he so upset at clothes? Hob never had any problems; anything was better than the rough materials he wore once upon a time.

When they finally arrived home, Dream explained how painful all the different fabrics and textures were to his newly human skin.

“For so long, my clothing was part of me. I find most textures… unappealing to my skin. It brings me close to…” Dream trailed off, searching his memory for the appropriate word. “Close to a meltdown, I believe.”

“Ah, I understand now. It’s a sensory issue. Come to think of it, I’ve got a colleague who’s mentioned the same type of thing. Let me shoot her a text and see if she’s got any ideas, alright?”

Dream nodded his head minutely, then buried himself in the soft blanket on their bed. Underneath, he’s cloaked in Hob’s clothes, soft and worn from years of use. The t-shirt he’s borrowed is a gaudy yellow, the smiley face screen-print virtually gone. He tore the tag out after Hob told him it was his now. It’s too big for his frame, the sleeves hitting his elbows and the hem covering most of his thighs. He prefers not to wear trousers when he can. The material irritates the sensitive skin of his legs, and they feel too restrictive on his body. It would be nice to have his own clothes, though.

Hob came back into the room, holding two cups of tea. Dream poked an arm out of the blanket, grateful to accept the beverage. Hob sat on the edge of the bed next to him.

“Okay, she messaged me back a list of fabrics that are generally approved for folks with your same issues. I see two options: one, we go back to the shops and look at every single tag until we find the right material, or two, we head to the fabric store, and you pick out what you like. I’ll make you some clothes. I do know how to sew, did a stint as a tailor once.”

Dream stared at Hob, deciding. The store-bought clothing would perhaps mean less labor, but more time spent out in public with loud strangers, bad music over tinny speakers, and the relentless buzz of fluorescent lighting. On the other hand, he’d have more control over the homemade clothes, no itchy tags and clothing perfectly fit to his specifications. But he doesn’t like making Hob do so much work, the man is busy enough as it is.

“I should prefer the clothing you would make me, beloved. If it is not too much.”

Hob wrapped an arm around him, squeezing Dream to his shoulder. Dream dropped his head to rest against Hob’s comforting warmth.

“Of course it’s not too much, Dream. I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t want to do it.” He pressed a kiss to Dream’s hair. “I want to do these things for you because I love you. I want you to have clothes that don’t make you want to put your head through a wall. And you don’t owe me anything in return, remember that.”

Dream nodded, trying to make himself believe it as hard as it is.

☆ ☆ ☆

They returned from the fabric store with several bags’ worth of fabric. All of it black, per Dream’s preference. They spread the cuts on the floor, sorting jersey from fleece, bamboo from linen. Piled alongside the material are skeins of yarn, lovely thin-weighted cashmere that Hob will knit into comfortable cardigans and seamless socks.

Dream has chosen several patterns that were to his preferences. Looser fits and elastic waists so he didn’t need to deal with the discomfort of buttons and zippers pressing against bare skin.

“It is a comfort that I will have much control over the fit of these garments,” Dream said when they were done organizing their haul.

“Glad to hear it, dove. I’ll have you try stuff on a bunch before it’s done. Hope that isn’t too annoying,” Hob chuckled, used to the complaints of clients.

“How could I find such a labor of love an annoyance?”

Hob blushed. “Dream, you can’t just say stuff like that. How-how am I supposed to work in these conditions,” he laughed.

“I will assure you that I will provide many breaks,” Dream said as he scooted closer to Hob on the couch. Hob relented to his advances, planting a kiss on his lips.

“Insatiable creature. I do want to get started on this tonight, so back off, foul tempter!” He nudged Dream as he hopped off the couch. “Hmm, shall we begin with this pattern?” he asked, holding up the package for a simple v neck shirt. Dream hummed in approval.

“Hop up, I gotta measure you. And be good, mister.”

Dream stood, staying still and patient as Hob manipulated the measuring tape about his body. Hob scribbled it all down in a fresh notebook that was to live next to the sewing table, which Hob had eagerly set up earlier in the day.

“All done! Why don’t you order us some take away while I get started cutting out the pattern?”

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While Dream headed down to meet the delivery driver outside, Hob began to set up the sewing machine. A fresh needle, new black thread loaded in the bobbin, the room awash in bright light so he could see in front of him. Hob had missed sewing with the machine. He would sew by hand on occasion, mending tears and quickly patching tears in his jeans, but the purr of the sewing machine was a different animal entirely. He been so excited when the first machines came out, you could make a new garment exponentially faster than ever before! People took it for granted these days. Hob preferred a simpler machine with just a few stitch settings, but still had an electric motor. He’s a man of modernity, after all.

Dream returned with the bag of food, tantalizing smells wafting through the door. Hob lifted up the presser foot and pulled the garment away from the machine, snipping the tails of thread with his tiny scissors. He held it up for Dream’s inspection.

“What do you think so far? I’ve only done one side and I’ve done the seam allowance as tiny as I can go.”

“Your skillset holds no bounds, Hob.” He gave a tiny smile, the kind that’s only for Hob’s eyes.

“High praise,” Hob grinned. “Now, what’d you get me?” He wiggles his fingers as he moves toward the table.

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Dream has become used to the rattling of the needle, up and down and up and down, interspersed by Hob humming or scolding the garment for not behaving or yelping when his thumb catches the end of a pin. The background noise is soothing as he goes about his day, reading or preparing a snack for Hob or working on his own projects. He’d expected it to be grating, like most machinery. But the sewing machine is not a screeching brake or rumbling jackhammer. It is a friend, a kindred spirit, another family member in the little home he and Hob have built for themselves. He is not jealous when it takes Hob’s attention, because Hob loves him. He is certain of this. And as his wardrobe has grown, he has felt the love in every stitch, every dart in his jackets, the neatly trimmed seams that don’t irritate his skin. Hob enjoyed creating these for him with nothing expected in return. Hob was pleased when he stopped insisting on doing something for him after every finished garment was handed over. He believed relationships were always an exchange until Hob. Until his labors of love and the friendly hum of a Singer.

#fluffbruary #dreamling #hob x dream #dream x hob #aquila writes #autistic!dream of the endless

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Chapter 21: Temporary

Takara sighed as she noticed a purple splotch appear behind her in the video feed, Hitoshi's hair a wild mop atop his head. Her mothers keen eyes had apparently noticed him first. "Mom, I-"

"Sorry. If I had known Takara had a video call, I would have worn a shirt to bed." Hitoshi raised a hand in greeting as Takara mouthed "leave" over her shoulder to the now dressed hero. Hitoshi grinned, not listening to Takara's plea as he stepping further into the frame. "I'm Hitoshi, Takara's friend."

"What an interesting way to say you're sleeping with my daughter!"

"Crossroads? Really?" Takara sighed. She'd come to realize her lonely walk through the woods was one her mind conjured when she'd spotted a kangaroo munching on bamboo. It had waved to her before hopping back through the birch trees, the soft snow dampening the noise it should have made.

"Diverging paths that meet but do not superposition." The Other sat in the center of the intersection, legs crossed as they started down one path. Their shorts and dark tank top were contrasting to the waking world where the weather would have made the outfit impossible. "This just feels too on the nose. Aren't you supposed to speak in riddles and be super mysterious?" Takara waved her hands in a mocking gesture. The Other looked at Takara with sympathy, the golden hues in her eyes visible despite the lack of light. "I exist in the spaces between spaces, where thoughts and emotion weave themselves into the tapestry of experience." It answered, the voice echoing gently through the air.

"See, that's more what I was expecting." Takara sat across from The Other, crossing her legs in a similar fashion to the entity. She felt the small road pebbles sink into her skin, poking into the flesh on the back of her thighs. "I don't know what to do." The Other looked around the crossroads in assessment, gazing for a sustained moment between the four destinations before returning her glowing orbs to Takara. "What if I make a mistake?" Takara asked the Other, clutching her knees to her chest as she turned her attention to the gravel.

"Your ordering is incorrect." The Other assured her, a warm smile on her face. It reached its hand to bridge the space between them . "A decision preceeds regret."

"But what if I'm not sure of my choice?" The Other considered her question, turning her eyes towards the sky. Takara felt her eyes drawn upward where stars moved lazily, flickering in and out of focus as though the sky had melted into water. "Joy is found where you tend to it." Takara pressed her forehead into her knees with a sigh. "But-" When Takara looked back to the Other, she was met with a bright, white light instead. She felt the pull of consciousness tearing through the space as the snowy crossroads fell away into nothingness.

Takara's phone vibrated, the light flashing in her eyes as she fell back into her body. Through sleep deprived eyes she squinted at the caller ID. The jumbled letters didn't elicit anything in her brain, so she opted to accept the call.

"Hello?" Takara's voice cracked as she held the phone to her ear, rubbing her eye with her free hand. She heard a groan behind her and turned to see Hitoshi cover his eyes with his arm, hiding from both her movement and noise.

"Takara it's a video call, I don't need to see inside your ear." Takara pulled the phone away and glared at her mothers image on the screen. "Why are you calling me so early-"

"It is four o'clock in the afternoon here, redjyk." She watched her mother's brow furrow as she looked behind Takara. Takara was left with the image of her mothers squinting eyes on her screen. "Is that a -" She quickly realized what her mother was looking at as Hitoshi slumbered beside her. She assumed his shirt was thrown somewhere in the room, the rise and fall of his chest deep and slow despite the conversation taking place next to him.

"No, no it's nothing." Takara threw the quilt off herself as she moved to sit, trying to hide Hitoshi's shirtless form from view as she made her way towards the door. "Goddess. Takara you could grate cheese-"

"Mom!" Takara whispered into the phone through gritted teeth. "What? You're the one who picked up while you have someone in your bed. Hello handsome!" Takara felt her face flush as Hitoshi stirred, his eyes squinting from the mid daylight that peeked in through the curtains. He grinned at her, mischief overtaking his features as he processed what had woken him up. "Come back to bed, love. I'd love to talk-"

"You absolutely are not talking with my mother." Takara cut his comment short as she opened the door, throwing the man a glare over her shoulder. "Let me talk to cheese grater!" Takara heard her mother exclaim through her phones speaker and Takara resisted the urge to toss her phone out the window.

Peeking her head out into the hallway, she found the place was silent save for the movement of Hitoshi in the room behind her. The noise was quickly muffled as Takara slammed the door shut. "Is that the Gargoyle you mentioned?" Her mother wasted no time in prying into her life as Takara made her way into the kitchen, idly opened a few of the kitchen cupboards in search of a water glass.

"Yes." Takara switched to Ruq, knowing Hitoshi was likely listening. "It's... Complicated?"

"Everything is complicated until you decide it isn't." Her mother chastised with a shake of her feathers. Takara glared into her phone camera, a look that did little to deter her mother. Finally locating the correct cupboard she turned on the sink and waited for the stream to cool.

"He's a workaholic hero, and we're not serious."

"Serious enough to call you love and want to speak to your mother is serious." Her mother rolled her eyes as she sipped her drink, the ice in the glass creating a rattling noise as she lowered it.

"Well that's what we originally decided but now everything is all tangled -"

"Cheese grater!" Takara sighed as she noticed a purple splotch appear behind her in the video feed, Hitoshi's hair a wild mop atop his head. Her mothers keen eyes had apparently noticed him first. "Mom, I-"

"What an interesting way to say you're sleeping with my daughter!" Takara gave Hitoshi an I-warned-you grin over her shoulder as his eyes widened, his cheeks filling with warmth at the brazen comment. "I'm Takara's mother, Nialama. You can call me Nia." Her mother raised a claw and waved politely. Hitoshi recovered quickly as he stepped closer to Takara, allowing her mother a better look at his face. "I'm not here to judge. But I'm much too young to be a grandmother so please-"

"Mother I swear I will end this call-"

"Don't speak Ruq when non-speakers are present dear, it's incredibly rude to leave your friend out of the conversation." Her mother was quick to chastise as Takara growled in frustration. Her mothers emphasis on the word friend was salt in an oddly fresh wound.

"I wasn't expecting for him to be here when you called. The day got away from me." Takara admitted as Hitoshi stole her water glass, downing it in a few quick gulps. "'Toshi." Takara whined, earning a chuckle from the man as he went to refill it.

"Well it doesn't matter to me if he's here or not. You've been busy, getting injured and not bothering to mention it." Her mother finally got to her point, earning a sigh from her daughter. "It doesn't matter-"

"You don't get to decide what matters and what doesn't. It was bad enough to land you in the hospital. I thought I was your emergency contact. Why didn't they call me?"

"It's a new hospital. I moved to be closer to grandma-"

"You moved? Why am I finding this all out now, redjyk-"

"Mom." Takara cut off her mothers annoyance with her own. "You've been busy with your coaching, dads been busy with the museum. There just hasn't been a good time to catch up." She explained, accepting the refilled glass from Hitoshi as he rethought his involvement in the conversation. "Besides, this guys been around to keep me safe. So there's no reason to worry."

"Well then he needs to do better." Her mother deadpanned, openly glaring at the man. Hitoshi wasn't sure how to respond as he rubbed the back of his head. The words were cold, but he accepted that she had a point.

"Okay well that was uncalled for." Takara swiftly corrected. "If you called to chastise me and be rude to him-" Takara swiftly ended the call, pocketing her phone as Hitoshi blinked in confusion.

"Do you always just hang up on people?" He asked as Takara began walking back towards the bedroom, stretching her arms above her head. "Call me sometime and find out." She answered shortly. Takara began undressing, intending to put back on her clothes from the previous day to wear back to her apartment when Hitoshi appeared in the doorway.

"We're something." He declared, eyes fixed on Takara as she pulled her shirt over her head. "Oh? I wasn't aware that was a unilateral decision." The words were curt and cold, Takara not bothering to look at the man as she deflated him.

"Well, you're something to me." Hitoshi amended after a moment, sounding more defeated than he had after his initial statement. Takara took in a deep breath as she turned to face him. Hitoshi leaned in the doorway, giving an air of indifference despite his declaration.

"What does that mean?" Takara questioned, annoyance rising within her. They'd agreed to the parameters. As much as he had grown on her, she wasn't sure why he was opening the conversation up when the boundaries had been made very clear. "Are you going to stop fucking other people?" Hitoshi blinked, standing straighter as the question rattled around in his head. "Do you think I've been seeing other people?" He questioned with a dry laugh. The thought was hilarious. All his spare time had been spent either with her, or watching over her.

"Obviously." Takara replied as she turned her attention back to getting dressed, collecting her haphazardly discarded socks. "You very explicitly said you couldn't be anything to me. So I assumed that meant you were seeing other people the same way you're seeing me." Hitoshi crossed the room in two steps, pushing Takara back onto the bed. "Hey-" She cried out, only to be silenced by his lips crashing into hers. Takara felt herself melt into his touch as his body pressed her into the mattress, allowing him to deepen their kiss until they were gnashing teeth and fighting for control. She tangled her hands in his hair, trying to pull him back so she could bite the spot on his neck that she knew would make him feral. Hitoshi held firm, not moving from his position over her.

"There isn't anyone else." He chuckled as they broke apart for air, using one hand to tilt her chin up towards him. Her brown orbs were filled with scrutiny and doubt as they surveyed his. "There isn't, Takara. Just us."

"Is this about the Joining?" Takara asked, her eyes still observing him.

"No. Go if that's what you want. But you have six months to start thinking about me as something. Right?" Hitoshi questioned at her incredulous look. "I won't stop you from going." It was the truth - if she was going to be with him, it had to be a well informed choice on her part. "But if it's enough to be something to someone, know that you're something to me."

"I think -" Takara's hand pressed gently into Hitoshi's chest, encouraging him to lean up and away. He obliged and rolled over onto the bed beside her, his eyes locked on her features as she continued to stare at the ceiling. It was as though she was trying to find the answer in the popcorn pattern that was plastered above the pair. "I think we're being very vague, and that's confusing us both. I think we need boundaries."

The turnabout from their first boundaries conversation was not lost on Hitoshi, but he nodded all the same. "What does this theoretical something mean to you?" Hitoshi didn't miss the dismissal in her question but opted not to detract by pointing it out.

"This something is just what we've been doing. I don't want to change anything." Hitoshi admitted after consideration. "But this isn't nothing to me. When you disappear for a week I worry about you. I sleep better with you around." Hitoshi admitted, tuning towards Takara. He noticed the furrowed brow she sported.

"'Toshi." Takara dragged a hand down her face as she sighed. "All you're saying is you've caught feelings. Which yeah, I think we both have." Takara admitted as she swallowed her anxiety. "That's something, sure. But that's not my something. I want to actually build a life with someone-"

"Just give me the six months." Hitoshi cut her off with his request. "Don't cancel anything for the Joining. But just give me six months to show you what I mean. And if that's not enough, at least we'll both know it."

Takara took in a shaky breath. "What, just be your temporary girlfriend?" Hitoshi froze at the word, fighting the urge to rebuke it. He'd never particularly liked that title - it felt too formal. Takara laughed at the pregnant pause her question elicited from the hero. She stood up, shaking her head at her own naivety. "Oh, sorry, is that just too committal?" The mocking and dismissive tone in her voice brought Hitoshi back to the moment.

"I've just never had one, okay?" He spat, his palms sweaty at the revelation. "It'll take some time for me to get comfortable with.... Everything. But sure, if that's how you want to think about it, fine. Be my temporary girlfriend."

Takara wanted to say something witty, about how if they were already calling it temporary what was the point. Instead she took in a deep breath and blew it out through her mouth. "Fine. Sure. Temporary." Takara repeated back, trying to ease the ache and fluttering in her heart. "Meet my parents." She added on after a moment. "When they fly back. For Yule." She elaborated as she turned. Her eyes assessed his closely, as if trying to determine if the request would scare him away. Instead he raised an eyebrow. "Sure. But why does your mom call me cheese grater?"

Takara laughed and Hitoshi was relieved to see she was actually happy. The conversation had been tense and terse, but seeing her laugh brought him comfort. "Because you could grate cheese on your abs." Takara snorted at the confused look on Hitoshi's face. "The hero commission hosts an annual Christmas party. Come with me." It was Hitoshi's turn to chuckle at Takara's face, hers one of surprise and excitement.

"Do I get to see you in a fancy suit?" Her excitement was palpable as her eyes filled with delight. "We'll see." Hitoshi tempered her expectations with his words. He'd normally shown up in his hero attire, if he bothered to show up at all. Takara frowned at the dismissal but didn't pursue it further, nodding in acknowledgement of the request.

"I have to feed Ash. Which I guess means we need to feed Ash." Hitoshi nodded as he stood. He was surprised when Takara wrapped her arms around his midsection, plastering herself into his chest and holding him close. He relaxed into her touch, wrapping her in his arms and laying his chin on the crown of her head. He was disappointed by only the remnants of her strawberry scent left from the last few days events. "I'm glad you asked for what you wanted. I just hope you meant it."

I just cornered myself into having to write six months of content or a time skip. Fuck.

Link to chapter index.

Link to chapter twenty two.

#mha hitoshi #shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi x oc #hitoshi shinsou x oc #shinsou x oc #mha shinso hitoshi #mha shinsou

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