#Foxes are sly and never lie

[muyru-iru]

Rex: if the guard ever gets disbanded, which battalion are you going to choose? Fox: ... Neyo's Bly: Gree: Ponds: D: Bacara: ...? Wolffe: *external screaming* NEYO???!!!! HUH!? Cody being possessive: why him. Fox clearly done with their bullshit: y'all are too dependent on the jedi. NO way, i would join a battalion that likes natborns in authority...and Neyo is just lost with his ever so changing leadership...we did a movie out of it...Hound? Hound: Ah yes, "Finding Neyo." Hound: it's about never finding the right jedi, just like having no father Fox unfazed: emotional, yes.

[bandgie]

Cat and Mouse

mdni18+ | fem!reader, pussy eating, teeth use, manipulation (from both parties), fuckboy!wooyoung, cum eating (m!), semi-public oral

2.3k words

You never understood why people don't like fuck boys.

Okay, that's an overstatement. You do know why. They lie, they cheat, and they make pretty little promises in hopes of getting in your pants. They think with the head between their legs and drool at the sight of new pussy. Truly, they were just men who peaked in high school. 

They're pathetic, but easy.

A game is a game, and these types of men tend to forget it's multiplayer. All you have to do is act a little clueless, pretend to be happy to see them, and their absolute favorite, be innocent. Be the perfect little prey they think you are and they'll do anything for a chance. 

It really is easy. 

It's how you managed to snag a date with Wooyoung. He had been asking for weeks since the semester started. Walking you to class, to your car, seeming like a nice boy on the outside, but you know better. You've seen the subtle winks to his friends, the predatory gaze on your body. As much as you would have loved to give it up on the first day, you want to at least have some of a good time and not fucked like a fleshlight. 

You can still picture the grin on his face, the way the mole under his eye shifted with his smile. Well, you don't have to imagine it. He's giving you like sly look now, one hand on the wheel while he's turned to you. The car's been in park for a while. Wooyoung claimed he needed a minute to sit after a nice dinner. It's been way past a minute, however, and the conversation took a bit of a sexual turn.

"I dunno," you shyly rub your hands together. "I don't think I'll be any good."

Wooyoung is patient though, more than you would have thought. "That's okay. We don't even have to do anything. I would just love to keep hanging out with you." I would love to put my dick in your pussy, is what he's really saying, but at least he's being nice about it. "I won't do anything you're not comfortable with."

You nod, pretending to think about what you want to do. "It's just you're so nice and so good-looking. I don't want you to think anything bad of me." Wooyoung is already shaking his head before you can finish, "I would never think of you differently. If you're attracted to somebody, and they're attracted to you, there's nothing wrong with acting on it. But don't feel like you have to. I can talk with you just like this and feel just as happy."

Definitely a smooth talker. You can't help but think about how many hearts he's broken with those lies. "You promise?"

"Of course," but his fox smile gives it away. "You're cool. I haven't felt this comfortable on a date like this before." It's not a shock he's feeling that way. You've perfected your lines and your bashful looks to get him right where he is. The way your dress clings to your body only helps. It's short enough to imagine bending you over the hood of the car and low-cut enough for Wooyoung to keep glancing down at your chest. The dress isn't enough to scream slut! but enough for curious eyes to wander. 

"Thank you," you giggle. "I don't think anyone's told me that before." Your admission makes Wooyoung smile. A genuine look of satisfaction as if it's his heart that swells instead of his cock. He tilts his head to the side. A strand of hair falls over his forehead from the movement. He's cute, hot with his hair slicked back. It's easy to fall under his spell and if you're not careful, you might slip.

But you're well versed with men like him.

You let him lean close, you let his hand gently cup the side of your face. You're fully expecting teeth and tongue, but Wooyoung pauses just before your lips make contact. His dark eyes glance to yours, waiting. 

You nod.

The kiss is not what you were expecting from him. It's not hungry not is it demanding. It's gentle, it's sweet, and it's comfortable. You easily slide against his lips, your hand grabbing onto his wrist and bringing him closer. He tastes slightly like the meat he ordered earlier. It makes you smile into the kiss and you feel him smile back.

You're the one to pull away first. Your lips disconnect with a soft smack and you look into his eyes. "Was that okay?" His body slightly shivers, and he nods while chuckling. "Yes. That was better than okay." You laugh with him, noticing how his hand drops to the exposed part of your thigh to gently rub your skin. 

Only a second of silence passes before Wooyoung asks, "Can we do something a little more?" Then he quickly adds, "If not I totally understand." You have to bite back a smile, you've never met a fuckboy so honest yet deceiving at the same time.

"I dunno, Wooyoung," you play with his hand that's on your lap. "I think hookups are...unfair." This makes him raise an eyebrow, "Unfair? I don't think I've heard that one before. Can I ask why?"

"Like..." you pretend to think of your rehearsed words. "The girl doesn't really get to...finish. You know what I mean?" Judging from the shocked and slightly offended look on Wooyoung's face, you think you have him. "I'm not saying you can't, but I know it's a thing that guys have a hard time making the girl feel good."

Wooyoung is silent for a minute. You can't tell what he's thinking and you begin to think that maybe he took it personally. You're preparing for the worst when he lays his seat all the way down.

"What are doing?"

"Gonna prove you wrong," he simply says. "Come on, right here." Wooyoung points to his face, You narrow your eyes, unsure of what he's asking. "You want me to keep kissing you like that?"

"Nooo," he laughs and shakes his head. "Sit on it." You sputter a choked laugh. This wasn't quite what you had in mind. You thought he'd tell you that he was different, that he would flick your clit while bouncing you on his lap. Just some effort to make you cum, not have a face-sitting session. 

Not what you were expecting, but you're already eager to lift your dress. 

You play with the hem of your clothes, "Right now?" He nods, licking his lips. "Yep. It's already late and hardly anyone knows this place. I got tinted windows too. You don't have to worry too much, pretty." 

Shit, he's good. He took you to a low-key place, paid for dinner, kissed you almost passionately, and gave you an offer you couldn't refuse. Perhaps this mouse has more tricks than you bargained for.

"O-okay," you try to keep your innocent façade. "Just, let me know if you can't breathe." Wooyoung lets out a last laugh and helps you crawl to him. It's difficult to not step on his limbs, but you manage to hobble over his shoulders. One knee is bent on the headrest just next to his head. Your other knee is planted on the backseat, keeping you hovering above Wooyoung's face. You've perched your arms on the headrest of the back seat, facing the rear window and arching your back. 

It's not the most ideal position, but you have to give Wooyoung some credit. It's doable at the very least.

Wooyoung does the honor of keeping your dress lifted. His eyes lock at your clothed core, plain underwear with the only decoration being a small wet spot where your entrance is. 

"Someone got a little excited, huh?" He giggles at himself. "Do you care about your underwear getting a little more wet?"

And he's a tease? You think you're in over your head with this one. "It's okay." You feel Wooyoung nod under you and soon feel a hot muscle over your clit. 

Granted, it's not as hot compared to if he took your underwear off, but it still makes you jump. Wooyoung keeps his tongue flat while moving it in gentle circles. You rock your hips against his mouth, following his muscle.

You gasp at the feel of something hard. It takes a second for your brain to register his teeth running against your slit. Your underwear makes the perfect barrier for the sensation to be wonderfully strange. You let out a moan and grind on his face. His nose bumps the peak of your clit every time you move up and he seems to be completely okay being ambushed in your cunt.

"Mmf! Like it that much?" Wooyoung pulls away just enough to speak. You grind a little more before answering, "I dunno yet."

That spurs him on. Wooyoung bunches your dress in one fist and uses his free hand to move your underwear to the side. You can't tell, but he can see how messy your pussy is. Your clit is fat, wet with need, and begging for Wooyoung to directly touch it. It makes something in him primal, aching for your raw taste on his tastebuds. 

His tongue swipes over your cunt, letting your juices soak his muscle. You whine at the feeling of him and still your hips. Wooyoung's thumb hooks over your underwear so the rest of his fingers splay over your thigh. He squeezes and kneads your flesh, strangely adding to the pleasure of him tasting you.

The further he digs his digits, the more you moan. It's a trick you didn't even know existed and Wooyoung is using your surprise to his advantage. 

His kitten lick feels good alone, but your toes curl at the feeling of him sucking. Wooyoung has your nub in his mouth with his tongue rolling against it. You squeal and your hips buck so roughly that your pussy pops from his mouth with a wet sound.

"Damn," he sounds raspy. "Didn't think you'd have such a sensitive pussy." Wooyoung strains his neck to reach up, latching onto your cunt once more. You whimper and carefully place your weight back on, trying your best not to move this time.

"I just," you let out a moan when he sucks it again. "It's just been a while."

Which is a lie. Well, somewhat. You got eaten out not that long ago, but not this good. Not in a position where you could get caught, where he adds the tiniest bit of pain to add to the pleasure. Everything's an additional layer of arousal that you didn't think you needed. 

Wooyoung says something but it sounds like muffles in your cunt. You hone in on sliding against his face, making sure his nose and chin bump your clit with every drag. Maybe you're going a little crazy on your first date, but there's no guarantee you'll get another chance like this. You might as well use it to your advantage.

Your orgasm slowly builds. You can feel the heat in your stomach and chest, making you whine louder and higher. Wooyoung groans with you, gripping your waist and thigh harder as you suffocate him. You hang your head to look down at him, but all you can see is the top of his hair. Even if you can't see him devouring your cunt, the sight makes you clench. A reminder about how terribly empty you are.

As if knowing, Wooyoung dips his tongue until it catches your entrance. He buries it in you, uncaring how tight your pussy squeezes him and leaks. You whimper, unmoving so Wooyoung can thrust his tongue deep inside.

"Fuck. If you keep doing that I'll cum."

You nearly scream when he doesn't stop. He goes faster, so hard that you can hear the lewd noises vibrating in the car. He gulps down your essence, he moans into your pulsing cunt. Never have you met such an eager fuckboy. One who goes above and beyond without getting his dick wet once.

It's almost cute, but you don't dwell on it too much when you finally tip over. Your walls clench Wooyoung's tongue, creaming so much that it paints his lips white. He fucks you through it as he manages to slide his tongue out and across your clit. 

You rest your cheek against the cushion of the backseat. Normally, guys are eager to push you off and shove their dicks in, but not Wooyoung. He eats you steadily and overwhelmingly. You're the one prying yourself from his mouth, chuckling at his protests and pleas for you to take back your seat.

Your back aches from being arched and your legs scream as you wobbly sit back on the passenger side. Wooyoung shifts his seat up while swiping his lips with his thumb. He collects the last bits of cream and pops it back into his mouth. 

By far the weirdest fuckboy you've encountered, but you're not complaining. You got to cum good, got to ride out your high, and got a meal paid for. You're expecting him to ask for a blowjob, but he twists the keys into the ignition and it roars to life.

"Oh," you hadn't meant to say it out loud, but Wooyoung hears you. He turns his head to you, lips shining with your cum. "What? I'm taking you home right?"

You blink at him, completely thrown for a loop. It takes a few awkward seconds before you answer, "Yeah. Sounds good."

You're starting to think maybe he came his pants and is too shy to do anything else, but you catch the smirk as he turns back to the front windshield and puts the car in reverse. 

It then occurs to you that maybe you weren't the cat after all. 

[22ayla19]

Jiaoqiu x Reader

You have known Jiaoqiu since childhood. You liked his mischievous and cunning nature, and it’s not surprising, because he is a fox, and although you are a long-liver, you are an ordinary person from Yaoqin.

As the years passed, although you were friends, as you grew older you were busy with your work. Jiaoqiu as a healer in the alchemy commission, and you as the owner of a small traditional-style cafe. Over the years, Jiaoqiu matured and no matter how you look at it, he was still an enviably handsome man. It would be a lie to say that you liked him too, but remembering his character at times... Yes, it’s better that you don’t need such a thorn in the form of a sly fox who always loves to tease.

Later, you were stunned by the news that he would quit his business due to a broken heart. You tried to support him, to bring clarity to his clouded mind from love, but in the end you had a big quarrel, which is why your long-term friendship collapsed.

Even if Jiaoqiu later realized his mistake, he understood that you were unlikely to accept his apology, because then he told you a lot of unnecessary things, which he really shouldn’t have done. And although he smiled at others with his signature grin, when he saw you, this smile disappeared. He felt very bad at heart for his words.

At some point, he even came to terms with the fact that he had lost someone so close to whom he would trust his life. Until one day you came to his pharmacy.

There was no face on you. My eyes were swollen from crying, black circles under my eyes from insomnia, and I just looked tired. Jiaoqiu was horrified to see you like this. The smile that always accompanied him disappeared.

- (Y/N)? - the fox hesitantly pronounced your name. You didn’t look like yourself, even if it was that you were offended by him, you weren’t so upset. What happened to you while you were quarreling?

To be honest, you didn’t want to come to him, especially in this form, but you knew that the only person (fox) you could trust was Jiaoqiu. Taking a step towards him, you said with a voice hoarse from crying:

- My mom died...

- What?... - Jiaoqiu’s shock was impossible to describe in words. He knew your mother as a strong and resilient woman. He won’t deny that your mother scared him at times, but despite this, she cared for and sincerely loved the mischievous little fox with whom her daughter was friends.

- This morning at 8:20, my mother died in intensive care. For the last year and a half, she was sick with something, all the healers from the Alchemy Commission could not help her, - a minute of silence in which Jiaoqiu did not believe your words. -... I don’t believe... I don’t believe that she died!

Falling to your knees, you began to cry hysterically again. You didn’t want to believe that such a strong and healthy person like your mother died from illness. She had never in her life complained that something hurt her or that she felt bad. Even the commission’s doctors were surprised at how strong your mother’s body was, with all this amazing willpower that helped her in the fight against the disease, but even this did not help. Experienced doctors, a strong body and the desire to live next to her beloved daughter did not help her overcome the disease.

Jiaoqiu himself didn’t fully believe in your words, but seeing how you were crying hysterically and didn’t believe what happened, the only thing he did at that moment was hug you. When you lose someone close, it is a terrible pain that even time cannot heal. He knew that you were strong, that perhaps you could cope with the loss, because your parents passed on two strengths to you: your mother’s perseverance and your father’s patience.

Jiaoqiu hugged you until you fell asleep from powerlessness. Taking you in his arms, he carried you to his home so that you could rest, although looking at your condition, he understood that you wouldn’t be able to rest much, so he decided to stay next to you in order to calm or support you if something happened.

As you understand, the situation described in the story is directly related to me. As someone who has lost a loved one, I will simply say: value the time you spend with your loved ones, because you will never know when Death will take them away from you. No one expected that my mother would die, even those closest to me, we all hoped for the best, but even so, an absolutely healthy person developed cancer. Well, I... I still don’t believe it, I’m still waiting for my mother to call me and say that she’s feeling better, but she won’t call me again...

Appreciate the time spent with loved ones.

[vladdyissues]

Danny Phantom AU, where Vlad knew about Danny Phantom being Half-Ghost, before ‘Bitter Reunions’... What if Vlad hides his plans to take over both worlds from Danny?... What if Sam/Tucker (around Season 1) learn about Vlad's true evilness, and show proof to Danny?... What if Danny feels betrayed and believes that Vlad only liked Danny for being half-ghost? (Which isn't true) ... What if Vlad is heartbroken that Danny rejects him, and Vlad angrily blames Sam/Tucker for 'ruining everything'? 💔

I love this idea but see it diverging at the halfway point because Vlad is 1) an accomplished liar, 2) sly as a (silver) fox, and 3) experienced enough in manipulation tactics to know how to invalidate Sam and Tucker's claims while making himself out to be the victim. In other words, I don't think Vlad would even get a chance to be heartbroken because he's just that fucking good. Observe:

"How?" Danny stood before Vlad, quivering with rage. Tears threatened to spill from his flooded eyes. "How could you do this? How could you be so"—he struggled before finally spitting the word—"evil?"

"Oh, Daniel." Vlad sighed and sank onto the couch. "You don't actually believe these outlandish claims, do you?"

"They have photos of you in your lab! You in a ghost form! With a cape and fangs and weird hair and everything."

"Photos." Vlad nodded. "And which one of your friends is the computer whiz? Tucker… Fowler, is it?"

"Foley. What's that got to do with anything?"

"Does Mr. Foley have access to Photoshop?"

It took a moment for the implication to absorb through the blinding veil of Danny's anger. A seed of something cold and painful burrowed into the soil of his broken heart. It felt like betrayal.

"What are you saying? Tucker photoshopped those pictures of you?"

With a meek look of apology, Vlad spread his hands and shrugged.

Danny's head spun. "But that—no. No, he wouldn't. Why would—he… What about the documents?" He jabbed his finger victoriously. "Your journal! All those evil plans you—"

"I understand your friend Samantha is an aspiring author. Fiction, I believe. I've read her work in the local student magazine. Very talented."

Another blow. Danny felt the seed sprout into a choking vine, wrapping its tendrils around his heart and squeezing it until it felt like the muscle would burst.

And Vlad. So calm and patient. Sitting there with his hands clasped over his knees, giving Danny the most sympathetic expression. Danny wanted to simultaneously burst into tears and fly into a destructive passion.

"They wouldn't. They couldn't. Why would they…"

"Oh, Daniel." Vlad reached out to him, his face bent with worry. "Come, sit down, dear boy. You look exhausted."

Danny stumbled to the couch and dropped onto the cushions as if the weight of the world were perched on his shoulders. Vlad slid close and put a soothing arm around him.

"Don't you see, Daniel?" He tamed a wild strand of Danny's hair, and the fingers continued their stroking. "This is a simple matter of jealousy. Your friends are jealous of the time we spend together—time that takes you away from them—and they're trying to get you back. It's a tale as old as humanity itself."

Tears skidded down Danny's cheeks. "But it's—these are serious accusations."

"I know."

"Why would they make up something like this, just because we don't hang out as often? I mean, why go through all that trouble? Why… I can't believe they'd actually lie about this."

"Everyone lies, Daniel."

"Not to me. They've never—well. I mean, nothing serious."

Vlad sighed. "It may surprise you to know that I was in a similar situation myself once. When your mother first took a shine to your father when we were in college and began spending more time with him, I became jealous. I missed the hours Jack and I used to spend together in the science lab, just the two of us. I acted out and fabricated lies, made a perfect fool of myself." He shook his head. "It was so silly, now that I think about it. The college reunion last year was my way of trying to make it up to them, apologizing for my past behavior. And look where it's led."

He smiled, gently tugging a lock of Danny's hair.

"I got to meet you, the most wonderful and unique young man in the entire world. I can hardly blame your friends for wanting you all to themselves again. It's really the sincerest compliment, when you think about it. You mean so much to them that they would invent the most outrageous fabrication, slander me and tarnish my reputation, just to have you back. You're that special to them."

He finished with a paternal smile, and Danny turned to him, blinking more tears down his face. Vlad pulled his red handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped Danny's dripping cheeks. The cloth was smooth and fragrant, and Danny leaned into its warmth.

"I'm sorry," he croaked. "I shouldn't have believed them—"

"Shh, shh, my dear boy." Vlad pulled him into a sideways hug and planted a kiss on top of his head. "You couldn't help it. To their credit, they did excellent work. I'd be inclined to believe it myself if I didn't know better!"

When his chuckle failed to lift the misery from Danny's face, he sighed and rubbed the boy's arm.

"I suppose it's my fault, really. I'm a lonely man, and I've been too greedy with you. I must remember that you have friends who need you, too." He pulled back. "Perhaps I should return to Wisconsin for a few months, let you and your friends enjoy the rest of the school year and—"

Danny grabbed hold of his arm. "No, please, don't go away. I—" He dipped his blushing face. "You're special to me, too."

Vlad stared. Then affection tugged at the corners of his downturned mouth. "You don't know how happy that makes me, Daniel."

This time it was Danny who initiated the embrace. Vlad wrapped his arms around the boy and smiled over his shoulder. It wasn't a nice smile. It was leering, cunning, too sharp.

"Perhaps I can arrange for your friends to come over more often," he said. "We can work together instead of separately. I'll even throw in some ghost-free recreation time. How would you three like to spend a few days up at my lodge in Aspen? Skiing all day, hot chocolate and movies at night, not to mention the enormous hot tub I have."

"Sounds great, except they hate your guts."

"Maybe once they get to know me, they'll change their minds."

Danny glumly pulled away. "How am I gonna face them? I mean, they're so convinced you're evil. What can I say? How do I tell them you're not what they think?"

"You don't have to say anything, Daniel. Not right now. Just let them speak. Look for the truth behind their lies. Once you see that they really just miss you and care about you, everything will become clear. And for the record, I have no hard feelings toward them. Be sure to let them know that when the time comes."

Danny sniffed wetly. "You really are a good guy, Vlad."

"Except for when I cavort around my lab, wearing a cloak and fangs, of course."

Danny laughed, and the spell was broken.

Everything was going to be okay. He would talk to Sam and Tucker, get this whole thing straightened out. And if he couldn't, well… maybe they needed a break from one other. Just until the lying and photoshopping and libelous works of fiction stopped. Everything was going to be okay.

As if sharing the same thought, Vlad reached over and grasped Danny's hand, lifting it to press a chaste kiss above the knuckles. He met Danny's eyes. Heat bled up Danny's neck to stain his cheeks pink. He bit his lip.

Sam and Tucker would never understand this, either. But that was okay. He wasn't going to let their lies come between him and the man he loved.

[wilhelmsembrace]

Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die... ~*

Surface.

"A man of mystery, carrying a blade he never unsheathes, his clothes always layered and eyes so sharp that could cut through you if you dare lie on his presence. Some say he was once a brilliant Healer of Ceres, a prodigy amongst the prodigies; some would say he is cruel to those who break the law... What lies underneath that freezing stare? What kind of secrets does one hold so dearly?"

Biography.

( TW: Suicide; Violence; Death )

Love was a funny thing. From bards and dreamers, you’d hear about happiness, hope and devotion, but from real people with real lives, you’d hear about sorrow, tragedy and loss... This story was what happened when you decided to take the worst parts of each of those.

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful noble elvhen woman that would dare fall in love with a simple human man with no possessions to his name. There were many who desired the hand of such fair maiden, one that would put even Goddesses to shame with her light blue eyes and her charming smile, and yet she found herself falling for the one man she could never have.

Ehrhart Blackheart was a waiter at a restaurant by day and worked for a bookstore by night, a man of no wealth, simple, with nothing to his name except a dog and a dream of becoming a renown merchant. Helestina Silverflower was a noblewoman, highborn, pureblooded elvhen, she had everything and more, but never a smile upon her features.

They met, as cliche as it sounds, in a stormy night, when her carriage was forced to stop by the only place that was open so late in the night, a bookstore on the streets of Eterna. She instantly called it fate that she’d find a man so knowledgeable inside, telling her stories of dragons, princesses and knights in shiny armor, he, on the other hand, found in her an opportunity to leave that life of misery and tricked her into thinking he’d traveled the world when that bookstore was as far from home as he’d ever been.

When she got home, her parents were adamant in their decision, that man wasn’t good enough for her, he was a commoner, a nobody, and a human at that, he’d be gone before she’d notice. Their orders? She was to find a suitor by the fortnight so those thoughts would not corrupt her innocent mind. She didn’t listen. Instead, she found herself a solution in a merchant’s caravan, an odd one at that.

The man sold powerful artifacts as if they were simple kitchen tools, exchanged them for stories and other useless things, and yet he carried the one thing she trully wanted, ‘wishes come true’ in the shape of a blade. Helestina asked for a price, and there was one, but that was a price she could never pay. She was upset, frustrated and desperate, and the clever Genasi saw that and offered her another way of payment.

The exorbitant amount turned into a single story, the one she treasured the most. She had no stories of adventures or tales of bravery, so, thinking she’d trick him, she told him the story her loved one told her that night. Little did she know he wasn’t looking for a true story, but one that filled her heart with joy, and that one, although flawed and messy, was her most precious tale.

The merchant gave her the blade, three wishes it would bestow, and her happiness was unmatched as she met her lover the next day. The first wish was that he could be a noble like her, and as such one of the blade’s crystal was gone and he was now a nobleman of a powerful house. With great power, however, comes resposibility and stress, and a simple man who knew nothing was hardly able to manage everything he’d been bestowed upon from day to night.

Ehrhart grew paranoid and fearful of the fake smiles and elaborate phrases, but more than anything, he felt time slip away from him... What would he do if he didn’t have enough time to learn? So he told his lover his concern, but as a sly fox, he reimagined it to fit her innocence; he lied and she fell for it. As her second wish, she wished youth for her loved one, but her words were sever, she wished for him to be by her side forever. The second crystal disappeared.

At the wedding day, they were met with a splendid party, magic and money turning the whole event into something akin to dreams. Everyone celebrated and was happy, except for Ehrhart. He was worried, troubled, his paranoia now was turning into madness, bound to a life together with the woman he had only intended to use for his own selfish intentions. And there she was, having the time of her life, but not him.

Truth is, on the side he had another, a woman from the past, a childhood friend to whom his heart belonged to, Mariane Welsh, a commoner like him, daughter of a fisherman and a fishmonger herself. It was unfortunate how Helestina found out, in the forrest where they had their best moments, there he was with this woman, and in a thousand pieces did her heart break. On that same moment, feeling betrayed, she slid the blade she made him someone with through his heart, and in a single moment she was turned from a happily married woman to a grieving widow, in eternal sorrow and shame for trusting that man.

This would have been where the story ends, but it wasn’t. The man came back to haunt her as it was her wish that they would stay together forever, but she didn’t hear curses or shaming from that vengeful spirit, what she heard was even worse, he asked her to care for a son, one that she didn’t know of, one born of the betrayal that ruined her life. She didn’t listen, instead, as her last wish, what she wanted the most was to end her suffering.

The blade was not so kind, and, instead, it gave her something else, she watched her love die once again in front of her, flames burning his spirit into nothing, sending it to a place no one could ever summon him from. She was now free of the thing that made her suffer. Guilty, she cried for days on end, but after that, she went to meet with the other, Mariane; she brought her to live within her household together with her baby, and even put them in her will. A few days later, she jumped from the highest tower...

Wilhelm Blackheart was a boy born to a fishmonger and her noble lover. He would only hear from his father from stories his mother told him growing up, and Mariane made sure he knew he was also son to another, a mother that didn’t give him genes, but gifted him with the life he had. A life of comfort and plenty of possessions, one that his biological parents never really had when they were little.

The boy with big blue eyes would see his mother grow old with time and his grandparents, although they never allowed him to call them that, would stay the same. When he was old enough, another gift, the Gods gave him magic of his own, one that he could not control, but that spiked the interest of his grandfather. The tall evhen man would begin to tell him stories about the things witches like him would go through in other countries, but not to scare him, to guide him to become a person that would use that gift he had to something good.

As such, when he was old enough, they sent him to study under the Tower, to perfect his magic. Will was never a prodigy, but he was good at it, great even, better than most in his class, and that’s because he had a dream, one that he could be light to those who needed it, a breeze of fresh air in a room full of trouble. So he trained as hard as he could, studied for countless hours on end and even fell sick because of this, but he never gave up.

He found peace in following the School of Restoration because it brought him closer to people who could need his help, but he never saw death as a cruel end. His life was given to him through a tale of tragedy and demise, in his mind, death was just an outcome of living, and as such, it was needed. It was an end to a suffering, such as his other mother would have it. Bringing people back from the verge of dying was a call, and it was his, but one thing he could never do was bring those who’d already gone to a better place back to a world of sorrow, tragedy and loss.

So he became a Healer of Ceres, the youngest in a long time, a position where he could use his knowledge to the good of others, and in that he was best. Years passed by and he had many students learn under him, many prodigies unlike him, some would refuse his teaching because of his age, but the ones who trully listened became extraordinary. He thought that was his purpose, to teach others while doing what he loved, but soon his life would become another with the letter of invitation.

The Queendom needed his services, as it written on the letter, and as he arrived, instead of the Queen herself, he was met with The Speaker of The Elysian Throne of Lysara, she’d been looking for a person with a heart she could trust and that she found in him. From day to night he was Magistrate, a position of power, impartial and vigilant, working under her, and in that he saw a way of helping the people, more than just being blindly judged by a power hungry aristocrat, he could be the one to judge.

Personality.

Caring +++ || Just ++ || Altruistic + Distant +++ || Quiet ++ || impatient +

Status.

Currently working as a Magistrate in Lysara.

Headcanon.

When Will began to explore his magic, he send a bolt of magic flying across his room that, as he tried to control it, unfortunately turned in his direction and hit him in the arm, leaving a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt down his arm that he hides under layers and layers of clothing and a tatoo was made over the scar. He’s ashamed of his past foolishness and believes his past self to have been careless and ignorant. Later, when he entered the Tower, he finally learned the properties of magic and found in Restoration the path that would bring him satisfaction through taking the pain away from others. The path of Ceres wasn’t even a question, but and answer to his hopes.

Wilhem has always been the support type, but not one that would stay behind, one that would go forth and do what he must to keep his allies alive, fight creatures with his bare hands if needed. His goal in a battlefield is to end the battle as quickly as possible and keep as many allies as possible in good shape. The best version of himself would be a devout to the Goddess with a path focused on the cycle of life and the comfort of death with due aversion to undeath, and a warrior as a side, since he believes in fighting for what is right and would jump to action if his friends needed it.

As a student of the Tower, he didn’t wish only to help people with the powers he learned to harness from the veils of magic and under the protection of the Gods, he was devout to the thought of importance of the cycle of life for all creatures. That’s why when he found a hurt cat on the streets, he was quick to bring him to the Tower, where he could give him the best treatment possible, even at the cost of multiple scratches and bites. It was hard to treat every wound, but eventually they created a bond beyond anything he’d ever expected, they were friends. So he named the Cat Sith Scratch.

Will’s relationship with his mother is that of love and respect, he sees on his mother a person who never allows bad to be the main event of a situation, she finds a way to show a smile even when there’s nothing to be happy about. Even though she was strongly discriminated amongst the nobles and even the servants of the household they were brought to by Helestina, she never once showed sadness or uncertainty, always a kind soul, and a just one that would see through the eyes of order. She was his inspiration, his role model. His other two parents were only tales, and he wanted to hate them, but his mother never allowed it, she said they had their reasons for what they did, both of them died for love, and she was the one to teach him that death was just comfort for the hearts of those who suffered.

The merchant who once sold the blade his grandmother told him his elvhen mother had in her possessions was one called The Wandering Merchant of Tales, which he tried to find for a good while, traveling across Lysara in his free time and going as far as to other kingdoms, but, although he’d hear stories, he never really found that person to ask him which tale his mother traded for that thing. He inherited the blade when he was old enough, as a symbol of what blind love could do to a person, but now it is just a sword with missing gemstones that he carries always sheathed on his belt.

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Day Seventeen - Orange @sapphicmicrofics

April Daily Series - 708 words

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“You’re staring,” Pandora whispered, nudging Dorcas’s arm.

“I’m aware,” she whispered back. Dorcas waited until Marlene clocked her intense gaze, then held it as she sipped her scotch. As expected, Marlene fidgeted in her seat and looked away first.

Scotland has changed you. My clever, sly fox is now a timid rabbit. Why?

Marlene never shied away from an opportunity to flirt with her, even when they were in the middle of a nasty row. Dorcas noticed that her violently passionate nature was tempered even before the busted nose. It galled her to see Marlene as a shell of her former self. A vibrant orange turned grey.

Are you as lost without me as I am without you? Or is it more than that?

Dorcas tried to ignore her at first, but that failed spectacularly. Partially because Marlene always occupied a small area of her mind, so having her occupy Dorcas’s space as well was…torture. Wonderfully awful torture that plagued her.

She slid her foot forward and knocked Marlene’s boot firmly. Are you alright?

It was an old signal, but not a forgotten one if Marlene’s immediate response was any indication. Her breath hitched, then she closed her eyes and nodded. Message received and answered. Yes.

Dorcas wished that she could leave it alone. She wished that she was the type of person who didn’t notice every single one of Marlene’s tells. The type of person whose instincts weren’t finely tuned to every detail of this woman’s body language.

Biting your lip means you’re holding back. Knee bouncing means you’re agitated. Ripping the loose threads from your jeans means you’re overwhelmed. Such a pretty liar.

Marlene finished her cocktail, then visibly braced herself before she pulled out her mobile, unlocked it, and slid it across the table. “Is this still your number?”

Dorcas pushed it back without looking at the screen. “It is.”

“Mine is as well,” Marlene said a bit wistfully, avoiding Dorcas’s gaze as she tapped at her screen.

You don’t do subtlety well, little fox.

James cleared his throat. “Alright, Marls?”

“Fine.”

You’d lie to him too? You’re breaking my heart all over again.

Dorcas’s mobile vibrated in her suit pocket. She unlocked it and glanced at the screen. Marlene’s message was only three words. Probably the shortest text Dorcas had ever received from her.

M: Can we talk?

D: Not here. Outside.

Marlene excused herself from the table for a smoke break and while Lily and James argued over the bill, Dorcas slipped out as well. She tamped down the nagging voice reminding her that nothing had changed. This was Marlene. Dorcas could rarely tell her “no” with any real conviction, especially when she was hurt.

Outside the shop, Marlene leaned against the brick rhythmically tapping her cigarette pack against her leg. Her gaze was fixed across the street and she looked lost in thought. Dorcas focused on the cigarettes, noting the box sounded empty. She pulled her own out and flipped the lid. One left.

Maybe those rom-coms did get it wrong.

Dorcas tucked the last cigarette between her lips, lit it, then handed it to Marlene. “Here.”

“Yeah, thanks.” She shook the box a little and sighed. “Forgot I was out.”

“Same.”

Marlene glanced up as she released her first haul. Twin streams of smoke billowed from her nose like a petulant dragon. “Did you want it back?”

“No, you need it more than I do. What with the face and all.”

It’s a peace offering. Take it for what it is.

Marlene nodded, then looked away. “Shite day.”

“You said that you wanted to talk and I have ten minutes before my lunch break ends,” Dorcas advised her. “So talk.”

After a deep, steadying breath, Marlene single-handedly devastated Dorcas’s carefully curated control. “I was ready to propose to you back then, before it went to shite. I bought a ring and everything. Regulus thinks you should know.”

Dorcas’s startled breath pierced her heart, leaving a fresh wound and a dull ache. She couldn’t begin to process the intense swell of emotions all at once. Of all the foolishness that could have fallen from her lips, that was the last thing Dorcas expected.

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here's a fun but weird one, how about Olly and Wolffe?

The Wolf and the Turtle

Summary: A story's moral is only as good as the context its provided with...

[Not gonna lie, this one threw me for a bit of a loop. Mostly because Olly is... Very hard to capture in the sense that the way he sees certain people can come off as quite scornful. Especially any of the other Guardsmen's batchmates.]

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There's a strange old story that Olly kind of remembers hearing some time ago, when he was still a very young cadet on Kamino.

He doesn't remember from where exactly he heard it. If it was from a trainer or a brother. In the barracks during rack time, or the refectory during morning meal. It didn't really matter in the end.

But he does know that it had been back when he was still small enough to fit comfortably in his older brothers's arms. Safe and sound from the many horrors that had yet to come their way.

The story he remembers, brief as it may be, went as such:

There once were a fox and a wolf who were the greatest of friends. And, although they could not ask for much more in their simple forest life, the much smaller and less imposing fox was overly dependent of the bigger and stronger wolf. Something which did not escape the latter's notice.

One day, no longer willing to provide for himself and the fox, the wolf began to deceive his old friend. Pretending to take ill while hunting in secret so that his friend might not take a share that, in the wolf's eyes, he did not earn. Something which the fox had quickly realized and was infuriated by.

The story, Olly thought even now, did not end very nicely. Fox and wolf, once greatest of friends, ending up dead by the hands of 3rd parties. Their serene friendship soured over some meat that they could both have very easily shared, without either of their survivals ever being at stake.

But whoever had been telling the tale hadn't really cared for what he'd thought on the matter. What they'd done was stress on the supposed moral the story provided.

"We should never be like the evil fox, who used the wolf for his own needs!" They had claimed with great conviction. "We should always be loyal to each other, and never betray those who's trust we hold!"

Throughout his stay on Coruscant, Olly has learned that there are many stories and cautionary tales in which both foxes and wolves are often portrayed as villainous beings.

The fox, cunning and sly, a trickster sent to fool the less fortunate. The wolf, powerful and fierce, a brute destined to devour innocence.

That he knows of (and he's no expert really, but he can only know what he knows), only one has both as proper protagonists. And somehow, despite the hopeful beginning, the fox is always the selfish villain that all should hate. The boogeyman that leads them both to their untimely demise.

The story serves its purpose, he supposes, if you're not paying attention to the finer details. Or simply don't care to ask the right questions. But it bothers Olly to no end that no one ever really points the finger at the wolf.

The wolf who was bigger and more capable than the physically weaker fox, and who instead is suddenly elevated onto a position where he becomes cleverer than his friend. Until he is not.

The fox is always the villain. Always to blame. It echoes a reality that Olly scorns.

None can deny that Commander Wolffe is an imposing man. Often spoken of as noble, resourceful, passionate and highly considerate of other's needs before his own. Willing to speak his mind and defend others, even when faced with troubles bigger than himself.

Olly has heard his praise sung high by not just the men of the 104th, but the men of the 212th and 501st as well. Or any belligerent Frontie that ends up dragged kicking and screaming to the drunk tank, after one drink too many at 79's. And truly, this is a sentiment he understands. He too would commend his superior officer in most floral prose if he could.

Perhaps play a ballad on his guitar, and howl the notes like a drunken coyote enamored by the moon's greatness. But doing so on Coruscant is a death wish if you wear red. So he keeps his lips sealed and his ori'vod's virtues safe in secrecy. Because Commander Fox is only loved in secret. Otherwise the Guardsmen's regular confrontations with Frontliners would be much much worse...

Yes, Commander Wolffe has the open adoration of many for his much more open affections. Ones that he can recklessly shower his men with, without ever really needed to know their names. But he is not more clever than Fox, nor more loving either. And this, Olly knows, is where in lays the problem.

Because, like many of his ilk, Wolffe does not recognize Fox's brand of love as being love. Doesn't understand the risks he takes to love and protect them all individually and equally. So, because he and his particular breed of clone do not understand Fox's love, they claim him devoid of it. Devoid of brotherhood.

Here's something else Olly once heard on Kamino when he was still a cadet. A most peculiar saying that a trainer had uttered during an exercise that required a precise tactical approach:

'One fox can outsmart ten dozen wolves.'

He finds it to be ironically true in this instance. Because he's on drunk tank duty and he's staring down at the man everyone says is a better brother than Fox. And Olly doesn't believe any of them. Doesn't see whatever it is that they see.

No might, no resourcefulness, not even an ounce of respectfulness.

Not when the 104th commander, face tinted red from drinking himself into blind stupidity, doesn't even seem to understand the basics of loyalty when he's not plastered. Or, at the very least, seems just as much at a loss over what loyalty means, as the rest of his batch. It makes Olly sick to think his ori'vod had ever trusted this treacherous sheep of a man.

Nothing hurt more than being betrayed by a brother you thought had your back. Had sworn to have your back. No matter what.

"What're you looking at? Uh?!" Alcohol loosens lips. Sobriety tightens them. The scowl he continues to level at the 104th commander is felt even through Olly's visor.

"..." He doesn't deign to give him any sort of answer. The dumb bastard doesn't deserve one. Will never deserve one. Not as long as the turtle is around to bare the grudge that the fox refuses to hold.

[translations-by-aiimee]

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 50

Original Title:  二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 50 - This Venerable One Likes You

As a person who cherishes weapons, such a situation left Chu Wanning absolutely speechless.

He was afraid he had seen a fool.

Under the blossoming tree not far away, he saw that Mo Ran had summoned Jiangui. The divine weapon could expand, contract and control its size, but most people were generally willing to make their weapons bigger and more powerful, and they'll keep their normal appearance like Chu Wanning. But Mo Ran had made Jiangui very small, about the length and thickness of a string to tie one's hair. Its broken leaves were exquisite, the divine weapon looking like a poor little child.

Everyone's spiritual power is different. After Chu Wanning's Tianwen was infused with spiritual power, it was golden, but Jiangui was red.

So leaving the willow leaves aside, Jiangui looked like the red line of the ancient moon. . .

"Shi Mei, take this. I want to know if Jiangui is the same as Tianwen and also has the ability to coax people to tell the truth."

"Uh. . . you want me to try?"

Mo Ran laughed: "Yes, because I'm the best with you, and I believe that you will never lie to me."

Shi Mei was still hesitant: "That's true, but. . ."

"Ah, I'll never ask tricky things. Do you believe me? Let's pinky swear on it."

Saying that, he stretched out his pinky finger.

Shi Mei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "How old are you yet you're still so childish."

"Whether eight or eighteen, anyone can pinky swear. Even if it's an eighty-eight-year-old, they can still pinky swear. What's so childish about it." Mo Ran said. He smiled as he held Shi Mei's hand, extending his pinky finger. Shi Mei was amused by his antics, but there was no way out of it, so he had to go along.

Unexpectedly, when Mo Ran held Shi Mei's pinky finger, instead of pinky swearing with him, he squinted his eyes and smiled: "Jiangui, get to work."

Jiangui swished a couple times and swiftly wrapped around Shi Mei's pinky finger, Mo Ran still holding it up.

The handsome young man smiled like a sly fox who had ascended to heaven. With deep dimples, he said joyfully: "Congratulations, you've been fooled."

Shi Mei couldn't stop laughing: "You!. . . Let me go now."

"There's no rush." ​​Mo Ran smiled. "I'll let go after asking a few questions."

In fact, ever since Jincheng Lake and the golden brocade box and how Shi Mei had failed to open the box, Mo Ran had felt a little uneasy.

Although Shi Mei was wearing gloves at the time and couldn't directly touch the box, Mo Ran still couldn't completely let it go. Not to mention the fact that the box was actually opened by Chu Wanning in the end.

Chu Wanning. . . how was it possible. . .

So Mo Ran felt that the brocade box must be broken.

But in order to prove it, he thought it would be best to double-check it with Jiangui.

He didn't doubt his sincerity towards Shi Mei, but he was worried that in Shi Mei's heart, he was actually not important at all. As for Jincheng Lake's comments about liking, it was more than likely his own delusion.

He feels that Shi Mei had a gentle temperament, usually quite good to everyone. Unlike Chu Wanning, who had a face that looked much older than his age with an expression like he was owed mountains of gold and silver, which was especially disgusting.

Don't look at Ta Xianjun as a gentle person. When he thought about his sweetheart, this guy was entangled with death.

"First of all." Although Mo Ran was secretly anxious, he was still smiling, pretending to be relaxed and casual. He decided to deliberately throw a few innocuous questions to start things off.

"What do you think of Xue Meng?"

With a pain in his finger, Shi Mei couldn't help but be honest: "The young master is very good, but his speech is too straightforward and sometimes difficult to tolerate."

Mo Ran stroked his palm and laughed: "Huh? There's also times when you can't stand him? Hahaha, it's no wonder. After all, he is so annoying."

Shi Mei blushed: ". . . Keep your voice down. Don't let the young master hear you."

"It's fine." Mo Ran smiled. "But I'm especially happy when you say bad things about him."

Shi Mei: ". . ."

Mo Ran asked again: "Then what do you think of Shizun?"

"Shizun is very good, but he has a little temper. . ." It seemed that Shi Mei didn't want to comment on Chu Wanning, but he was helplessly tied by Jiangui. After biting his lips for a while, he still said aggressively, "He's a little irritable."

"Haha, what do you mean by a little? He's clearly very irritable. He gets angry every now and then and refuses to admit it when he is angry. I think the imperial concubine has it better off than him."

Chu Wanning standing in the corner: ". . ."

Mo Ran was suddenly a little curious and asked: "Then why do you still worship under his tutelage if you know that your master has a bad temper?"

Shi Mei said: "Shizun is cold but kind. I'm not as gifted as others, but he never thought I was stupid. He said that there's no difference in teaching. Since I'm not good at attacking, he teaches me the art of healing and recovery. He-- He treats me very well."

Mo Ran was originally happy, and when he heard this, he suddenly restrained his smile and gradually became silent.

After a while, Mo Ran said: "Where does he treat you well? It's not just to teach you some spells, and occasionally take care of you. Any shizun would do the same."

"That's not the same—"

Mo Ran was suddenly unhappy. He puffed out his cheeks: "He doesn't treat you well anyway! I can do everything that he does with you!"

Shi Mei stopped talking.

In this embarrassing silence, Mo Ran gradually calmed down the cluster of evil fire in his heart. When he saw Shi Mei lower his eyes and stay silent, he suddenly felt guilty and whispered: "Sorry."

"It's okay." Shi Mei said. But after a while, Shi Mei said somewhat abruptly: "In the early years, before you arrived at Life-Death Peak, there was a time when I was walking on the road and suddenly there was a rainstorm."

"I was not yet under Shizun's tutelage at that time, and when I was running inside the rain, I met him. He was holding a red oil-paper umbrella. Seeing me in a mess, he asked me to hide under his umbrella. I had heard of his cold reputation for a long time, and I was so apprehensive when I walked beside him."

"And then?"

Shi Mei looked gentle and said: "Then? Then we didn't speak the whole way."

Mo Ran nodded in agreement: "He's so boring. There's really nothing to say to him either."

"Yeah." Shi Mei smiled. "Shizun said very little. However, when he dropped me off in front of my house, I thanked him. Suddenly, I saw that his right shoulder was all wet while I stood all the way on his left side, not getting wet at all."

Mo Ran: ". . ."

"The oil-paper umbrella was very small, and it was only big enough for one person. He blocked most of it to me, and I watched him walk away in the rain. After returning to the house, I wrote a post on discipleship, begging him to take me under his discipline."

"Stop it." Mo Ran suddenly said, "You're too kind. If say anymore, I'll feel sorry for you."

Shi Mei said warmly: "A-Ran, shouldn't you feel sorry for Shizun? He only has such a small umbrella because he has always walked alone, and no one wants to accompany him. So sometimes when Shizun is a little harsher with me or reprimanded me more, I don't care. Because I remember his soaked shoulders."

Mo Ran didn't say anything, but the tip of his nose was slightly red, and there was a trace of sourness in his heart.

The sour feeling was a little vague. Suddenly he didn't know who this feeling was for.

"A-Ran, let me ask you a question."

"Okay, go ahead."

"Do you really hate Shizun?"

Mo Ran froze: "I. . ."

"Or rather, you don't like him, right?"

When Shi Mei asked this sentence, his calm and soft eyes seemed a little sharp for some reason. Mo Ran had been unprepared, and under such a sharp gaze, he was suddenly speechless.

Mo Ran stiffened. He neither nodded nor shook his head. After a long time, he forced a smile and said: "Ah, wasn't it me who asked you the question? I'm surprised you got me sidetracked. How could this happen?"

Seeing him avoid talking about it, Shi Mei was composed and didn't force it. He just smiled: "I'm just asking casually. You don't have to take it to heart."

"Mmm." Mo Ran softened the mood, and then raised his gaze, looking at Shi Mei's beautiful moon face through a thick curtain of eyelashes.

Originally, his third question was to ask Shi Mei whether he liked him or not. But after this conversation, the mood suddenly became too heavy. He pursed his lips and was silent for a while. Mo Ran suddenly exclaimed: "He's my shizun, and only my shizun. I can't talk about whether I like him or not."

Hearing his words, standing in the dark, Chu Wanning's eyelashes moved slightly, like the rustling wings of a butterfly when it was injured.

Although some things are clear in his heart, when he truly thinks about them, he still feels like a drifter and his heart sinks into the sea. Perhaps the autumn air had arrived a little early. Chu Wanning suddenly felt a chill.

In the distance, Mo Ran and Shi Mei were talking. He closed his eyes, and the slight nausea that appeared recently came to his head.

He suddenly felt exhausted and turned around to leave.

However, after walking a few steps, Mo Ran's voice was carried again by the autumn wind and passed by his ears. It made him stop involuntarily.

Mo Ran was asking Shi Mei a third question: "Alright, you've talked about Xue Meng and you've talked about Shizun, so let's talk about me."

He minimized the care and effort in his voice, and asked cautiously, even a little humbly:

"Shi Mei, what do you think of me?"

Shi Mei, however, suddenly stopped talking.

Like Tianwen, Jiangui obviously had the ability to force the truth. Shi Mei resisted answering and Jiangui became more red because of this, tightly locked around Shi Mei's fingertip.

Shi Mei frowned and said: "It hurts. . ."

"I only ask you to say one thing." Mo Ran couldn't bear it, but this question was buried deep in his heart. His past and present lives had almost become his inner demons, so he still insisted on asking, "What do you think of me?"

Shi Mei shook his head and closed his eyes. It seemed to be painful, his long and slender eyelashes couldn't stop trembling, and his forehead was gradually seeping fine sweat.

". . ." When Mo Ran saw him like this, he was still soft-hearted, and sighed, "That's all. . ."

He was about to withdraw Jiangui, but Shi Mei endured it to the extreme. His face was as white as gold paper, and he said hoarsely: "I think you are very good."

Mo Ran's eyes suddenly widened.

After Shi Mei said this, his originally pale face quickly turned red, and seemed to be embarrassed. He dropped his eyes and didn't dare look at the other.

Jiangui turned into a little red light, like the petals of a residual flower, and retreated into Mo Ran's palm. Mo Ran didn't press him. He lowered his head then let out a soft laugh, raising his gaze to look at Shi Mei. His expression was the epitome of the arrival of spring flowers.

There was a lazy smile in his voice, but his eyes were a little wet, and he said, "Okay, thank you. I also think you're very good. Even though you've been told all over again in Jincheng Lake, you don't remember any of it. So I want to say it again, you're really. . . likable."

Although he didn't elaborate on what kind of like he meant, Shi Mei's neck was a deep red and he couldn't say a word.

Mo Ran's deep, dark, lacquer-like eyes stared at him. The luster in his eyes was so clear, as if the stars were immersed in the sea, and the fine waves surged toward the Milky Way.

"I want to treat you well and make you happy."

Shi Mei wasn't stupid. Looking at his expression, he was well aware of his intentions, and he can't help but bow his head.

Mo Ran looked moved. He couldn't help but want to raise his hand and touch Shi Mei's hair. However, before he could get close, suddenly a golden light flashed by, and a vine whip solidly struck Mo Ran's face with a "snap."

"Ah!" Mo Ran held in the pain and looked back in shock.

He saw Chu Wanning's snow-white clothes, standing with his hands behind his back. He was standing beside the green eaves and white walls, looking down at them coldly. Tianwen was like a spirit snake hissing and spitting, coiled on the ground. The willow leaves are trembling, and from time to time a cluster of sparks and rays of golden light burst out.

Shi Mei was shocked: "Shizun. . ."

Mo Ran held his face and said: "Shizun."

So what if he's hated, so what if he's not liked?

Others might have cried out in pain, but when it was Chu Wanning. . . cry? Ridiculous. Of course, he beat the blind man.

Chu Wanning looked very cold. He walked modestly and said coldly: "What are you chatting about here if you're not cultivating properly? Mo Weiyu, you think you're amazing for getting the last divine weapon? So you're a sure winner and no one can beat you? You're very laid back."

"Shizun, I just wanted to. . ."

Chu Wanning's eyes were fierce, and Mo Ran shut up.

"Shi Mingjing will fight with me, Mo Weiyu." He paused and said with disgust, "Go practice. If you can't perform more than ten moves against me when I come to spar with you, go back and punish yourself by copying the Clear Heart Technique three hundred times. Get lost."

Ten moves?

Mo Ran felt like it'd be better to go straight to copying the Clear Heart Technique.

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((Oops! Just around the time we'll be getting a confirmed game update to play for the next week, it made me remember I never went around to sharing a brief summary of all the crowns personalities since I did say they are able to possess the lamb, but only can possess the ram individually since each has to take a lot of energy on keeping the body under control and safe; and with a lot of teamwork, with one being in possession the other crowns still have to be wielded as weapons acting on the defense for their little host.

So if they're on fighting but on still on the defensive if they're with someone and have to keep the lamb under possession? I did have some little personalities cooking for them that I am hoping to help flesh them out a little during threads where I may use them.

So here's the list:

Red - Silent but super persistent when it comes to either chasing a target down or with achieving their set goals. If the red death crown were to take the lamb into hostile possession, they’d often be patient but always on the move when death tends to follow those that are at their ends meet. While straight to the point in what they require, they are not a normally talker who only ever talks in sign language or telepathy.

Yellow - Aggressive and merciless, one with the sharpest tongue with knowing where your weakness will lie. I like to think since it comes from the mushroom biome, it has a personality like a fungus. Lazy somewhat in wait, but still the most aggressive when it’s actively eating at your resistance. Perhaps the silent gluttony that brings out more of the lamb's hunger for either food, but also the one who may be the coldest in knowing how to properly teach their believers the rules of knowing the value of a life and manners.

Purple - Calm and reserved. Knowledge comes with a price and they’re probably the chillest until you piss them off. On the good side, they are the more softer type who's the most chatty if you wish to ask them questions about their limitless knowledge. If you are polite and treat them with respect, they shall treat you in kind. Yet on their bad side, as still the crown of war, they are the most tactful when it comes to bringing out a quick and fresh kill. Best recommended to treat them well if you wish to gain their protection (or so hope they don't leave you for dead).

Blue - Boastful in some nature yet the most stubborn, and unlike their last host it's slightly more reckless if not kept under binds by their neighboring crown companions. Reflecting its own abilities to spread sickness wherever it may cast its curse upon mortals, it is the more flirtatious personality if it can't fight its way out of a battle. Will likely to flirt with you if not to lure you into obsession for its own gain, but still will unlikely to commit to just one person if it can help it. Still a friendly fellow if you don't accept its advances, but will not be eager to protect you when it has its own vessel to keep safe first. Would recommend avoiding this one if you catch the lamb on a bad day of possession.

Green - It is just feral like an animal, and one that serves chaos and order.. Nature binds this one more than the crowns old polite society. Cannot be reasoned with yet the most protective of its host. If you encounter a green possessed lamb you better hope they don't think of you as the enemy. Almost has the personality of a fox though, sly and cunning but bound to the way of its own vessel. If you catch it on its good side though, they're almost like a guard dog who would probably have most of your best interests in mind if it means it'll help them get you and their body to safety.

[reneees]

A thousand slashes

A million deep eyes that garnered poetry and was a poet in two deep halves.She was a sly share and was a commune poetry.She was a million thousand cashes that were made of gold enterprises.She was a slayed shy which moved from country to country to club to club eating deep lies in shared wisdom.She was a sharing in two.She was a building faith of deep empirical data.She was a wisdom cupped in two poets.She was a share love and a shy mane that was a cool poet and was a lie that took out of context.She wa writing best novel poetry and her right deep ink was the right sank deep novellas.She was a share of two poets.She was a shy in deep madness and was a lie in her thought that her wisdoms were the shares of her ink and was a lie in womanhood.She never aged and was a lie that stepped down.She was a Nibule deep poetry.She took courage wrists.She took sand castles worth of knowly and dra-Ed it down her ink.Her ink shared and grew out of propitiation and thought of leaving her poets and was a shy share in ink.Slayed my pretense.Slayed my on-shore lie that was a mane of kingdom that lived on upkeep hills.He was a googled faith that which was a slaying share of deep sink teeth.She was a child of woe and teeth.And the most romance of mine was a pretty poetry of his.A slay was the share kingdom belonged to hips of sap kingdom.She was a share in two halves and was okay to deep eye poetry.She was a donkey Truber and halves that met me.The age was.The deep was.Te lie was.The age was.The shared slashes were.The sly-dyes were.There were a ongoing faith crisiswhuch took place in the courage kingdom.She was a slayed upon shy and was a Christ faith that grew in two halves.She was a sly cat that foxed in two wisdoms,the Slayed Ancharas and Dimacharas.She was a share of deep of lie that was her moving faith.Deep lied onto love-like hose.She was a shared leaping-movie kind faith.A lie your name was an ink and two.A give of her ink was the death she died.She was a cool account and had 3000 likes and was novelling her pretense to my kingdom victim.She was old of the era the colds knew.She was honestly an exuberance.She was a lie that took on faiths and made a community of cats.She made us movie cats.She made us into nimbballs to who we were.She slayed the Tom game.The slay of a sinner,a singer,a novelist.She was a right that was a God which was a lie and deep sanc-tank poet and was an exuerating lie.She was a courage-pry baby pan.She was a studded with Brown ink pans and half-sharing poetry.She was a Baby,she was like the Neet season.The season went on.The season lord.The season was a lie in two halves.She was a high novel that was a shared premise.She was a sinner in two wrongs.She was a lie enclaved I’m the two eyes and were a man and was a shy slayed kingdom.She was a slaying hose-hale.She was beautiful,the poet in the world.

[marine-indie-gal]

I've been recently in a 80s Nostalgic Mood again with one of my Favorite 80s Media, The Care Bears. Of course, this is surpisngly one of my Favorite Girly-Girl Media (alongside with Barbie and My Little Pony), I enjoy the Entire Trope where Animals are depicited as Cute, Loving, but also Caring as well and Care Bears happens to be an example of that.

Considering that there are Less Care Bear Cousins, I figure why not do my own branch of interpertations of Other Animal Species if they were also Cousin figures to the Care Bears just to still stick around in the Care Cousin Group.

Swimming Heart Frog As The Name Suggests, Swimming Heart is a Frog that loves to Swim underwater as his Main Hoppy. He enjoys to explore around each and every of the Waters as well as finding Treasures just to give them for his Friends (either as Gifts or Sharing). He's a Neutral Swimmer who enjoys having a Good Time and can rescue others from drowning, but can also help folks for those who would want to face their fears over water by conquering themselves to lose their fear of drowning and even teach to help People to Learn on how to Swim.

Bell Heart Deer A Noble and Joyful Deer. Bell Heart is rather a Bashful and Playful Deer with a special act of Kindness, she also likes to Ring Bells for a Sound of Music that she would enjoy to sing a song about. But outside of her Joyful Nature, she is downright compassionate and well-devoting to tell Others that it's okay to be themselves just to express their own feelings around others and that they would have to be Self-Confidence like her, she's just the Type of Deer who wants you to express yourself through Warm Emotion.

Lunar Heart Bat Always the Type of Care Cousin who usually a Night-Owl (or should I say, a "Night Bat"). A Friendly Bat who loves to tell Spooky Friendly Stories to his Friends as well as enjoying himself through the Dark in a Much Friendly Night Time. He enjoys to fly around in the Night and find something very intriging him for someone who can see and spot little things in the Dark. He can also be quite lazy just like Bedtime Bear but he enjoys just to hang around in the Night when the Moon is out. He's also able to teach others that it's okay to stay up around in the Night but he can also help Others out to learn that sometimes The Night isn't so scary.

Trickster Heart Fox A Sly and Cunning Trickster whose Pranks are always extremly light-hearted. Trickster Heart is a rather sneaky and sly Fox who is very good at outsmarting people for he can sense on what you're about to do. He's very bold, brave, and good-hearted who likes to tell a Good Joke that he dares wants you to answer his own Fun Little Riddles. He even enjoys Playing Games around with his Pals when he wants to have fun around with his Friends. As a Good-Hearted Trickster, he often protects his Friends from Bad Guys by tricking them with his good tricks and pranks. He is allowed to help others on how to outsmart other people with some thinking intelligent around others who try to fool you, because you never know rather or not you need the Fox's help on how to get mischeif on others back.

Faithful Heart Skunk The Second Most Gentle and Soft-Spoken of the Care Bears Cousin (along with Gentle Heart Lamb being the First). Faithful Heart is Truthful, Naive, and Affectionate towards Others with such Faithful Kindness, but unlike Gentle Heart, Faithful Heart does tend to show her feelings towards her friends as she is honest around her own boundaries despite being more patient. She sometimes can make some quick mistakes like her Tail wanting to Spray around her friends which could instantly embrass her in a few seconds. When making up to a promise to her friends, she is always extremly faithful as she does tend to help her own friends if needed with such Faithful Care of her own. She can teach others that it is not okay to Lie and to be Unfaithful as she speaks out her own speech that it's okay to be Faithful just to tell the Truth and express yourself on who you are with such Caring and Compassion of both Love and Friendship (even if the Truth still may hurt). She loves to attend on gardening Flowers (especially her own Garden) as she loves the Aesthetic of Nature and Plants, especially Flowers (hence, the Belly Badge Symbol).

Kind Heart Mouse An Outgoing and Friendly Mouse, Kind Heart is well-meaning and nice (as his name suggests), but he is also very courteous with a respectful attitude. He cares on what others may think but he is also well-intelligent just like Bright Heart, being the Kind of Smart Guy, he knows the difference between the Wrong and Right Ways of being a True Friend. Another good thing about Kind Heart is that he's also very generous the way that most of the Care Bears and Cousins are as he tends to give and share his own friends his own things. His Favorite Food is mostly anything with cheese and cheese flavor within them, he also wants many People to be Peaceful with a Devoted Generous Heart since the idea of Cruel and Unkind People often scares him, but he's willing to make others to show on how they feel about wanting to have the Entire World be filled with Caring and Love

Flight Heart Parrot Just your Ordinary Chilled Buddy on the Block. Flight Heart is often free-spirited as he enjoys having a Great Flight around in the Skies, he is also both very Optimistic and Enthusiastic at the same time. In a contrast towards Cozy Heart Penguin, Flight Heart would rather just wanna chill out in the Skies when he's having in the middle of the fun as his own speech is not fearful for his suggestions of caring are rather normal. Needless to say, he just wants to have fun with either himself or any of his Friends. He is also very extremly fearless with a bold kind-hearted attidue that he tends to show when protecting his own friends from any harm or danger. He can also help out a few folks on how to face your fears just to grow out of them (like how not to be afraid of Heights).

Helpful Heart Beaver A Hard-Working and Gracious Beaver who is often busy with her own working labor but she often gets the perfect time to hang out with her own friends (even if it's either a hit or miss). She's also very timely on how to build things such as Dams but as her name implies, she can also help others out on their own work and to have others help her out in case for whenever she gets stress. As Independent as she is, she can teach others on how to be responsible of their work such as either Homework or Doing Chores with her own Help in a Good Need.

And Lastly...

Spunky Heart Squirrel A Chirpy and Courageous Squirrel who thinks he is bold and proud as a Hero just like Brave Heart. Spunky is both Boisterus and Loyal around to his Friends with a Carefree attidue on his own. At times, his choices end up failing but can tend to re-think again to make up for the Right Choice. He usually likes to hang out around in the Trees in the Forest of Feelings and eat his own Arcon Snacks, but despite most likely being a Spunk Little Squirrel, he is often most likely a Scaredy Squirrel whenever a Threat comes to Care-A-Lot but can stand up to Bad Guys when he wants to for he often stands by his own Pals. Spunky can also help people on how to be themselves with a Good Little Heart on their own with a little Simple Advice on how to Care for Others when you got a Spunky Attidute.

Care Bears (c) Greeting Cards Care Bears Cousins OCs (c) Me

[unhonest-iago]

~Act IV~

From the DMV, the duo came across the abandoned car. Techno quickly collecting evidence while Fundy goofed off. Techno quirked an eyebrow in confusion seeing the fox panic. The car belonged to Tundra town's big crime boss Quackity. 'Quackity, this is a simple-' Fundy paused, seeing the duck hybrid push out his hand, expecting a kiss. The fox moving swiftly to complete the task, nerves not lessening in the slightest. Techno eyes narrowing, following the movement. 'This is a simple misunderstanding'

'You come here unannounced on the day I’m to be wed' Quackity spoke with a slow pace. 'Well actually we were brought here against our will so...' Fundy let out an awkward chuckle, curling in on himself. 'Point is I-I didn't know it was your car and I did not know about your wedding.'

'I trusted you, I welcomed you into my home. We broke bread together, grand mama made you cannolis and how did you repay my generosity? With a rug made from the but of a skunk. A skunk but rug. You disrespected me and my grand mama. Who I buried in that skunk butt rug.' Techno's bunny ears were flat against his head; he knew it was something bad but not a rug made of a skunk's ass. Steve, a polar bear & one of Quackity's bodyguard brought a hand to their forehead, proceeding to make the motion of a cross.

'I told you to never show your face around here again but here you are snooping around with this' Finally glancing at Techno, Quackity asked in dubiety, 'what are you? A performer? What's with the costume?' Not realizing Techno's occupation to which Fundy attempted to lie like a sly fiend. 'I am a co-a pol-'

'He's a mime, a mime. This mime cannot speak, can't speak if you're a mime' barring his teeth.

'No I am a cop. And I'm on the James Marriott case. And my evidence puts him in your car, so intimidate me all you want, I'm going to find out what you did to that otter if it's the last thing I do' Quackity, blankly staring, 'And I only have one request, say hello to grand mama. 'Ice 'em.' Steve and another polar bear, Raymond picked up the duo holding them above frozen water. Guaranteed to cause hypothermia fast. Karl, in an ethereal outfit, decked to the nines walked into to grab Quackity for the first dance. The outfit incorporating elements from his everyday hoodie, his googles a steampunk pair for the occasion. Sapnap, a blaze hybrid & Karl's husband was waiting for the duo's return by the side of the dance floor. They both knew there'd be a slight chance Quackity's work would interfere with the wedding.

'It's time for our dance,' pausing when they saw Techno and Fundy suspended in air. Unsure, he thought the bunny looked familiar.

'What did we say? No icing anyone at my wedding!!' Karl, a time traveler, had spent weeks preparing for this day, marrying the loves of his life Sapnap & Quackity. They had met when Sapnap was foraging for food in the forest and Karl was taking a short cut to get home. Later Quackity met them, the duo having been regulars at his cafe, a front for illegal activities.

Techno had saved Karl from being crushed by a statuesque donut a few days prior. His original goal was to stop a weasel after robbing a storefront. 'I had to baby.'

'Wait, wait, wait! He's the bunny who saved my life yesterday. The giant donut.'

'This bunny?' turning to face Techno, 'Yea, hi.' Techno giving a meek wave returned the greeting. 'Your outfit, it's...nice.'

'Thank you!' Now knowing that this bunny hybrid had save his now husband, ordered his bodyguards to let them down.

'You've done me a great service. I will help you find the otter. I will take your kindness and pay it forward' Gesturing for Techno to come closer, placing a kiss on both cheeks. Turning a pale pink, matching his hair. Fundy now the shocked one. Sitting at a table, the duo watched as Sapnap and Karl danced an off kilter waltz, celebrating their love for one another. As if they were off in their own little world. One that Quackity would join after his conversation with Fundy & Techno ended. 

Techno accepting a piece of cake, poked his tiny fork, taking a bite. 'Marriott is my florist, he's like a part of the family. He had something important he wanted to discuss, that's why I sent that car to pick him up. But it never arrived.' Fundy looking anywhere but Quackity's direction. 'Because it was attacked' Techno attempted to finish Quackity's sentence.

'No he attacked'

'Marriott?'

'Marriott,' nodding, 'he went crazy, ripped up the car, scared my driver half to death and disappeared into the nigh'

'But he's a sweet little otter'

'My child, we might have evolved but deep down we are still animals' 

[sstreetgh0st]

First Post

✨so get to know me and the characters I will be writing abt✨

✨Me ✨ : Name online is street ghost I am a “ writer” who enjoys coffee, pasta, books, and music. Favorite book I have read so far is six of crows. Favorite film is unfriend. I been writing since I was 8. And right now it’s is 01:39 as writing this.

Know get to know the lovely ( mc) characters

Violet Haven

Violet is 15 years old while having the power to manipulate shadows. The weapon she uses the most is a double bladed scythe. Violet is overall an introvert. When around people she knows such as her brothers she can talk a lot. Violet pasts the free time while eating sushi and making hand made jewelry. Violet is hot headed despite being nice to Niko. But Violet is terrified about the idea of her past coming to haunt her.

Niko Haven

Niko is a Greek American 14 year old who enjoys archery and his power to manipulate his own blood. Which lead him to keep a bow slung over his shoulders often. Niko hobbies are reading and learning new things Niko can be quite when he wants to- he often does though because he doesn’t find pleasure in talking to people. There are a few people who are exceptions ofc. Niko is scare of rejection due to how his past was.

Scott Haven

Scott is the oldest and the British among the Havens being at 17. He has the power/magic of manipulative lighting/ electricity. His biggest fear is abandonment due to how his mother just left him with his mentally absent dad. But this also makes him loyal and very caring towards the people he cares about. His signature weapon is a pair of throwing hatchets

( so these are the characters about the big book I am writing abt the other characters are from a side book)

Raven Raith

( Raven is one of my newer characters so sorry if her introduction seems odd)

Raven is only 18 years old yet has a gift, the art of crime. A murder who doesn’t get caught. A Gonfo who is a sly as a fox. But the thing is Raven wasn’t force into this life, she chose it. Raven is quite, depending on the person, she might state her opinion, but often she listens to the person speaking and finds a flaw or lie. Raven biggest fear is losing her freedom. Even as she works for Tris, she can pick who she kills and how. Losing her freedom means losing her life. She doesn’t find laws as way to protect people. She finds them as aways to protect people who should be slaughtered.

Milo Àngel Resucitado

Milo was aways a trouble maker. To when he lived in Fallen Rain to the day he was shipped of to Edam He was actually shipped off because when he lived in a boy school he cause so much chaos he was sent on a ship to be a slave. The only reason Milo survived living in Edam was because of Raven. Who originally wanted to kill Milo. But once she saw the glint of trickery in his eyes she knew this boy would be perfect as her partner in crime. Even though Milo was only 14 when he entered the world of crime he made himself a name already. Milo is quite the opposite of Raven, being loud when talking to people and isn’t afraid to put his opinion out. His biggest fear is losing himself. So he set him self 3 moral rules he will never cross.

This took way to long - there are more characters ofc but these are the main ones I enjoy/ and writing abt. Soooo yeah. Hope yal like my characters.

[luckydragon10]

P&P Chapters 52 and 53

(Chapters 50 and 51)

Sentimeter check:

Darcy is at -5. Still. Not moving. Because he isn't in the book. The Darcy is a lie.

Lizzy rose to +15.

~~~

Chapter 52

Holy shit, looks like this chapter is 50% letter. Okay then.

(Mrs. Gardiner's letter) "He (Darcy) came to tell Mr. Gardiner that he had found out where your sister and Mr. Wickham were, and that he had seen and talked with them both; Wickham repeatedly, Lydia once."

Of course he did. This is his heroic opportunity.

(Mrs. Gardiner's letter) "The motive professed was his conviction of its being owing to himself that Wickham’s worthlessness had not been so well known as to make it impossible for any young woman of character to love or confide in him."

Actually, I'm sure that is PART of the motive, and I think it's somewhat reasonable, too. Not that he was responsible for Wicky's behavior, but it was a bit like ignoring a recently fed fox among the chickens. Eventually the fox is going to get hungry.

(Mrs. Gardiner's letter) "If he had another motive, I am sure it would never disgrace him."

Mrs. Gardiner might be my favorite.

(Mrs. Gardiner's letter) "But at last your uncle was forced to yield, and instead of being allowed to be of use to his niece, was forced to put up with only having the probable credit of it, which went sorely against the grain; and I really believe your letter this morning gave him great pleasure, because it required an explanation that would rob him of his borrowed feathers, and give the praise where it was due."

Mr. Gardiner might be my other favorite.

(Mrs. Gardiner's letter) "His (Darcy's) understanding and opinions all please me; he wants nothing but a little more liveliness, and that, if he marry prudently, his wife may teach him."

Mrs. Gardiner is the captain of this ship.

(Mrs. Gardiner's letter) "I thought him very sly;—he hardly ever mentioned your name. But slyness seems the fashion."

Yup, favorite.

Okay. So. After reading the letter, I'm going to give Darcy +5 points for handling the whole thing, not because he's doing it out of love, but because I honestly believe that if the same thing happened to anyone else, he'd still do it just because it's the right thing. He doesn't have to do this, but that's what makes it even better.

And that means Darcy is finally at 0 points once again since the start of the story. 🤣

(Lizzy) She was roused from her seat, and her reflections, by some one’s approach; and before she could strike into another path, she was overtaken by Wickham.

HISSSSSSS.

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Chapter 53

Lydia: “As often as I can. But you know married women have never much time for writing. My sisters may write to me. They will have nothing else to do.”

I want all of her behavior to be intentional. VERY intentional. I want it so badly.

Let Lydia Be a Raging Bitch 2022

“Well, well, and so Mr. Bingley is coming down, sister,” (for Mrs. Phillips first brought her the news). 

👀 ORLY? I'm listening.

But on the third morning after his arrival in Hertfordshire, she (Mrs. Bennet) saw him (Bingley), from her dressing-room window, enter the paddock and ride towards the house. Her daughters were eagerly called to partake of her joy. 

Read: Mrs. Bennet screamed.

Jane resolutely kept her place at the table; but Elizabeth, to satisfy her mother, went to the window—she looked,—she saw Mr. Darcy with him, and sat down again by her sister.

Lizzy's brain: Oh fuck oh shit oh fuck oh shit oh fuck oh shit.

Mrs. Bennet: "Well, any friend of Mr. Bingley’s will always be welcome here, to be sure; but else I must say that I hate the very sight of him.”

Pffft, the dramatic irony here is delicious.

She sat intently at work, striving to be composed, and without daring to lift up her eyes, till anxious curiosity carried them to the face of her sister as the servant was approaching the door. Jane looked a little paler than usual, but more sedate than Elizabeth had expected. 

I want to see this played with the utmost visual humor, Lizzy and Jane both fucking failing at composure, trying to help each other being composed, and making it worse.

And as the scene goes on, Mrs. Bennet is busy making Elizabeth and Jane want to melt into the ground. I really just want to visually enjoy that. I'll look forward to this scene in a live action.

(Chapters 54 and 55)

[zorkaya-moved]

@frozenambiguity liked the post for a character drabble!

You remain sitting in your hotel room, legs crossed while sipping your favorite wine from Mondstadt. The Dawn Winery greeted you rather happily, knowing fully who you are and what you’ve been doing in the area. You are their helper, you are the doctor who helped the people, and you are the scholar studying medicine but also studying the Abyss to help the people of Teyvat.  Every other year you visit this place of freedom, chuckling to yourself when you want to call these fools out for their debauchery. Freedom, they say. And yet, you know they’re mistreating your brethren so cruelly. But you? Ah, you are the beloved medic after years of proving to them you’re not affiliated with the Fatui. How disgusting. It makes you think about all of the people you’ve met, witnessed and met up with. One of them makes you laugh, placing the wine glass down while leaning against the modest wooden table with your elbows. Don’t you have a dinner to attend with [HIM] today? 

Kaeya Alberich. The enigmatic Cavalry Captain with a sly smile and a beautiful mind. He is smart, he is quite delightful to see and to speak with. It makes one wonder how he views you right now. It’s obvious men of his intelligence would find you rather strange, suspicious in your own way through acting. But what exactly your lies hide? What is the lie? Where does the lie end and the truth begin? It’s been years since you started playing this pretty game of flirt and entertainment, humanity’s emotions and behaviors were her forte and so was strategizing to use them… use every one of them as an opportunity. Reputation, adoration, respect, and trust. Even if a knee had to be bent, even if apologies must’ve been said, even if acting as a goody-two-shoes was in order. It didn’t matter. How far can you go down this path? And how deep does Alberich’s own darkness go beneath the guise of that flirtatious and sweet smile of his? Akin to you, he is a fox and a snake at the same time. Isn’t it fun?

“He has such a pretty eye,” you say, knowing full well that no one but you will know the detrimental knowledge just one look at his pupil will give out. His brethren from Khaenri’ah saw you as their nightmare, even worse than other gods. All because you did not need anything but information and you were nothing but a human with a goal in your frigid mind. You were a human and you were cruel, but you never took pleasure in torture and extraction.  You didn’t care about their cries, you didn’t care about their begging, you didn’t care about who they were or how high they sat in the Abyss Order with their titles. They all end up in the same way: All become equal before Death. 

Cold, apathetic, and ambitious. Naturally, you will not reach out for Alberich’s eye as you know he will not be one to give you answers as his brethren from the Abyss Order would. He stands too high on the ladder of Mondstadt, you’re not here to make enemies with the land of the free. The ones who keep this small city afloat are a few, but they were holding this city away from Fatui just like that. They are useful in their own way, information flows through here easier than from Liyue; well, Liyue was Pantalone’s division. Not yours. 

“I wonder if his other one is injured or if it's missing. It would be nice to see both of them. Maybe it’s a different color. I’ve seen some of the cursed ones have different colors for both of their eyes.” You speak out loud, whispering and imagining what could be under that eyepatch. If you seduce him, will he let you see it? Who knows, oh who knows. He just might cut you down right then and there. He isn’t one to trust; you know a liar when you meet one as you are just the same. You are a snake, and he is a fox. It’s pretty ironic how both of you share a Cryo Vision. “He has a nice voice, a cooler touch, a tongue of silver, and a personality so befitting. It’d be a shame if I were to lose that connection, but  I wonder if he knows?”

Does he keep in touch with the Abyss Order? Does he still speak with them? Does he know what monster hides beneath the visage of the enigmatic lunar beauty? You are a layered beast, hiding your true self under blankets of snow where you sleep within the abyss of skeletons of those who had been killed, tortured, and used by you. Beasts, humans, monsters. No one escaped your touch, you aren’t sure if Death even wishes to greet you at this point after you almost met it in the Abyss. It made you think if Kaeya was similar in terms of survival. Does he need to hide his allegiance or does everyone know? It would be fun. It would be so much fun. What side was the Cavalry Captain on? The Khaneri’ah’s or the Mondstadt’s? Another tragedy will become a bard’s song in the lands of the free. You want to see the end of it, you want to witness if betrayal will color the city of freedom into red colors. Anything to entertain your apathetic frigid heart, huh? You are so bored from goody-two-shoes but is there truly saints in this world? Kaeya is certainly not one. So he wouldn’t be against a small time of blasphemy, correct? Your dinner awaits. Tempting him wouldn’t be something you didn’t think about. Perhaps, you should try and enjoy the evening while wondering if there will be poison in your cup. How fun.

“I wonder how your face will change when you learn the truth. Ah, truth seeker, if luck permits… You’d want to paint walls with my blood as many others. How will others react if you do not choose them? After all, Jean and Lisa are quite sweet maidens, aren’t they? So is Amber. Your brother… Hm~, maybe it will be a tale of brothers killing each other. Will my ‘storyteller theory’ work out after all?” You laugh as you get up, chugging the rest of your drink, yet it tastes like nothing. Your mind is filled with dances and the excitement happening today’s evening. Will you win a wonderful night, or will you both have a nice chat? Or will he forever wish to never affiliate himself with you? It doesn’t matter. For each result, you have another opportunity and another plan ready. “It’s time to get ready for dinner. I better look my best if… I want to have fun tonight.”

[spxcemuses]

@aslyfcx asked: "you know me. i would never lie about something like this." from nick for anger?

[ PROMPTS FOR LIES, DECEIT, AND SOME VILLAINY ] | Always Accepting

Thank you for the ask! Please ask me before continuing it into a thread.

The red emotion crosses his arms, giving a brief but sarcastic chuckle. He knew that foxes were sly and cunning, so the other by preceding reputation wasn't too trusting. That and Anger didn't trust people outright.

" Heheh, sure you wouldn't. "

There is a brief pause as Anger looks them up and down, giving a subtle eyeroll before squinting in skepticism and irritation.

" Why should I believe you, anyway? I've got every right to be suspicious of you right now. "