#FROTHING DESIRE

[xx-emo-boi-artie-xx]

In Bridge to the Turnabout, when you get to Dusky Bridge as Miles Edgeworth, you can present Iris’s profile to Gumshoe. When Edgeworth says she looks familiar, Gumshoe assumes it’s an ex and goes on about how Edgeworth must be a really lady killer. At the end, Edgeworth has this thought:

This man has never been attracted to a woman in his entire fucking life.

[desire-mona]

um uhmm ummmmmm.. wilson forearms btw

[starry-bi-sky]

mmmmmm read a disciple shen yuan/shizun luo binghe fanfic about two days ago where the first chapter was the Immortal Conference arc, and SQQ was the one who had to be pushed into the abyss (he was still the villain) except Luo Binghe was refusing and was like, lowkey losing his mind about SQQ being so close to the edge. SQQ ended up having to be the one to fall in himself because of the system's punishment system. The rest of the fic is leading up to that moment. But like, MMM i've been obsessively thinking about that first chapter for DAYS ever since.

now i've been in svsss for a grand total of *checks watch* a week. but god obsessed with that. I want to write/read a fic where disciple SQQ goes a little nuts down there. Like keep all of the things that make SQQ, SQQ, but just. Throw in a little bit more trauma in there. A little bit of a mental break. Let him go a little nuts as a treat. Just a tad unhinged. I wanna see him go, just a little, "god fuck it, i've tried so hard to change this shitty story's outcome and it feels like everything i've done has been for nothing. I'm going to die in this world no matter what I do, I've been doomed from the start, so might as well die the way I want to." and he just, breaks a little! Under all the stress.

He still retains the traits that makes shen yuan, shen yuan, like his overwhelming kindness. But he's just! yk. A little less patient. Paranoid. Jumpy. Colder. A little more aloof and closed off. A little more Shen Jiu. He's no asshole child abuser, but he was a Number One Hater in his past life and he's leaning into that old habit a little more now.

(On a totally coincidental not-at-all related note, there's not enough SJ-and-SY-are-the-same-people fics out there that i've found. This is totally unrelated...)

The Endless Abyss turns the mind into an over-sharpened blade, and SQQ is both fascinated and perhaps a little excited to explore a place that doesn't have a lot of info on it in the mortal realm, but still terrified out of his mind. And he's no Luo Binghe, he doesn't have the sheer brute strength and power to just bulldoze his way through, so he has to be a lot more sneaky and cunning if he wants to survive.

The fic itself role-swapped LBH and SQQ so that SQQ was the half-demon (which lowkey fucks) and LBH the human, but I'm equally-if-not-more obsessed with the idea that LBH remains the half-heavenly demon and SQQ the human. If only because I keep thinking about SQQ befriending some demons (particularly and specifically a group of succubi) and they grow very attached to this Human Cultivator so through magic plot stuff they create some kind of seal/illusion/talisman that makes SQQ appear as a demon because a human cultivator in the endless abyss may as well be the equivalent of putting a giant neon target on your back.

And iirc Shen Jiu was taught demonic cultivation by that one guy(?? i've only been here a week so im not caught up in ALL of the lore yet) so that could totally happen here.

(On the other end of the realms, poor Shizun Luo Binghe is just. losing his fucking mind over losing his most precious and beloved disciple. About .5 seconds from burning down the peaks himself. somebody sedate him.)

The Endless Abyss sucks and SQQ is having a really terrible time and can feel himself going lowkey mad, but also holy shit look at all this WORLD-BUILDING. look at all this flora and fauna, and oh if he had the equipment for it he'd be writing all of this down. ALL OF IT. He was kinda-sorta-already planning on never leaving the Abyss as some sort of fucked up self-exile and self-preservation thing, but now he might? actually just?? never leave if he can help it, like he lowkey likes it down here.

anyways the next time anyone ever sees SQQ again he's got hair so long its almost touching the ground and he's either in rags and half-feral or he's been completely dolled up by his adoptive succubi sisters and still about three seconds from biting anyone who tries to touch him. (he's also lowkey trying to book it back down to the abyss even if he has desperately missed all of his friends and shizun)

[sunjestic]

I have been listening to “Baby Mine” on loop for 6 hours

[legendofmarshie]

desire: link in his villain arc but NOT him being possessed by / replaced with dark link

obstacle: He Wouldn’t Fucking Say / Do That

solution: link’s a crazed, power-tripping, bloodthirsty monster, the stuff of nightmares lurking in the shadows of the depths, one who leaves only pain and destruction in his path and overall just loves to ruin people’s day… from the yiga clan’s / master kohga’s perspective

(kohga’s time alone in the depths was Not Good for his mental health)

[puredoesnotmeankind]

THIS IS INSANE

[thefuturewithoutus]

why are you as a man having a wet dream nightmare where another man appears at your shoulder presses into your space and talks in your ear about sexual desires. there's layers to this this is almost hannibalesque in a way

[mossyflowers]

Okay here's my doodle for the competition

May the best ourple iterator win!!! @waybacks-swag-awards

(PIV belongs to @pine-marten-art !!)

[loveoaths]

i am very weak for a specific kind of din-centric romance that i’ve yet to see anywhere (probably because it would be tedious to write). i want din to have an Arthurian romance where his Creed and his besk’ad are not obstacles for his partner to vault over into his arms, but part of him, more of him to love. i want din to have a romance where they will love him whether or not they ever get to see his face, or touch his skin, because when din said the helmet is my true face he meant it, and when his paramour said they loved all of him, they meant that, too. the Creed is his blood and the besk’ad his skin and his heart the steady tattoo blasterfire and his soul is the manda and to love a true mandalorian is to love them because of the old ways, not in spite of them. din may walk the galaxy’s gray meridian but his faith in the Creed is absolute. to love him you have to love him for that faith, too.

[corellianbrandy]

“A two faced divinity: a sun goddess and a serpent from the old world, sharing the same mouth.”

[crepuscular-haze]

FINE ILL DO IT MYSELF (I needed this chorus on my dash because it’s been in my head on loop for days now)

[bagheerita]

In "The Search" the head-changeling tells Odo "you will always be an outsider among the solids"

Babe, by sending a child out into the universe to mature among strangers (and with the expressed intent of having them spend hundreds of years alone when the communal sharing of The Link is so vitally important to your species' understanding of the universe), you have ensured that he will always be an outsider among his own kind

[moe-broey]

Screaming crying throwing up curled up on yhe floor sobbing weeping ect ect I miss them SO much (PNGs with voice lines that live in my phone that I can look at any time)

[littlelordalphinaud]

16 with lyshtola maybe? :3 or 5 also works for them

☆ Smut [-ing] Prompts ☆ - Come get your own!

5. ☆ { taking } care of them afterwards

(I couldn't manage to get anywhere with 16, sorry!)

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Lyse's fingers were gentle as she unwound the soft scarf from Y'shtola's wrist. She pressed a kiss to the slight redness that marred the skin from where Y'shtola had strained against the restraints, and then moved to the other wrist.

"Careful," Lyse counselled, helping Y'shtola sit and rubbing between her shoulder blades. She helped Y'shtola lean against the pillows, and then kissed her forehead.

"I won't be a minute. I'm getting your drink, and the wash cloth," Y'shtola nodded, her eyes still closed. Lyse smiled, kissing Y'shtola's forehead again, and then clambered off the bed.

"Do you want to drink yourself?" Lyse checked. At the outstretched hand, she bit back a chuckle and handed over the glass. That done, Lyse wrung out the wash cloth and began to wipe off Y'shtola's thighs, ignoring the way the muscles jumped beneath her ministrations.

Silence stretched between them, but there was no discomfort in it. Lyse didn't feel the need to fill it with chatter as she so often did when silence entered her life.

"Thank you, my love," Y'shtola finally spoke, nearly half a bell after Lyse had unbound her wrists. Lyse smiled, kissing Y'shtola.

"Whatever you need."

[1eos]

am i proud of how frequently i was begging leo to post stubble when he was enlisted? not necessarily. but am i ashamed? not at all