#Fuba

[easewhisperer]

[randomtwinkinthetomb]

Zhang Rishan: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY-

Baye: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~

Zhang Rishan: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH-

Foye: *recording* This is so cute.

[octopusinaskinsuit]

I really want to rewrite kyokos back story

Firstly obviously and most important i don't want her to be in a paedophilia relationship but I think there were more issues with it.

At 15 she can't be the legend that uo talks about. We need to see her in her prime at like 25 at least.

Tohru really respects her dad and it makes him a very unliveable charcheter. It makes torus judgement of charcter seem poor witch is like her fundamental trate. He's also ment to be very formal but he really isn't.

It makes all the adults in Kyoto's life who should have gotten her out of this abusive relationship seem much worse in particular tohrus grandad.

I really think her having tohru later in life makes her wisdom much more believable I don't think the things she says seem at her maturity level.

Her chosing not to go to highschool and later regretting it feels like a stronger story line than she tried to get in but couldn't.

I really want to rewrite it.

[sunriseverse]

little fluffy gentleness verse fuba ficlet for @lucientelrunya

The winter snows pile up outside the walls of their home, growing taller with each night that passes. They haven't been going out; the severe weather means that most of the people who Zhang Rishan would be taking a job from are less concerned with trying to capture yaoren, and more concerned with making sure their business ventures aren't being brought to a standstill by the blizzards.

It's also why it doesn't take Zhang Rishan as long to notice Ba Ye's altered patterns of behaviour as it normally would. Usually, they're on the road, and Zhang Rishan is busy with planning and logistics, so when Ba Ye isn't right by his side, he isn't much aware of what the other is doing. Now, though, when they have nothing to do but laze about the house, it becomes abundantly clear when Ba Ye is away—or, rather, when he's hiding something. Zhang Rishan has been watching him—not out of suspicion, but out of affection; it's hard to keep his eyes off his lover, so often lounging in his pool to read or tinker with whatever contraption he's gotten his hands on most recently, and Zhang Rishan will admit only to himself that he doesn't much try, anyway.

Today, though, when he wakes up, Ba Ye's not in his pool, the saltwater still and the bed lacking the weight of Ba Ye's upper half on it, swaying slightly, doubtless from Zhang Rishan's shifting in the night. It's not the first day that he's woken like this—it's been almost a solid week, ever since the blizzard started to go from heavy to howling. With a practised motion, he swings his legs over the side of the bed and rises, heads into the kitchen to see if Ba Ye's gone to make breakfast, though he knows full well that he probably hasn't, because he hasn't any of the other times either.

As he'd suspected, the kitchen is empty, though there are signs of their lives—dishes drying on the rack, cups left out on the counter, a box of half-opened tea. He trusts Ba Ye to know his own limits, so he's not worried that he's come to harm, but it's still mildly unsettling to not have him within his line of sight—a familiar instinct, the desire to protect his lover even when he knows full well that there's nothing that could bring him to harm. He makes himself some toast, brews a cup of tea, and then sets out to find where his lover has gone.

The other rooms of their residence turn up empty, which, while not surprising, is a little unsettling. It means that the only option is the outdoors—and while Ba Ye isn't sensitive to the cold, the dry, howling winds run the risk of drying him out to a dangerous degree. He takes a sip of tea, and goes to the back door. It's one of the only places he hadn't looked, the past week—assuming that Ba Ye wouldn't go out in the storm, but now, there's no other option; or at least, none that he wants to entertain. He hopes that Ba Ye is there; if he isn't…

He pushes the thought away. He trusts Ba Ye; Ba Ye wouldn't get himself hurt. With sure steps, he heads for the back door—and then pauses, when he catches sight of a familiar figure, clad in one of the thick coats Zhang Rishan had bought when they'd finally decided to use the house as their residence, crouches on the ground, the shape of him slightly distorted by the ornamentally-made glass of the window. Quietly, Zhang Rishan pulls the door open.

The gale-force wind hits him across the face like a slap, and he has to squint for a moment as his eyes adjust to the brightness of the light reflecting off the white field of snow. Ba Ye is crouched at the bottom step, his mouth moving in words that Zhang Rishan can barely hear. His hand is outstretched, moving across the snow—no, across a small, snow-white body, trembling and whimpering as it eats from a small bowl almost entirely hidden in Ba Ye's shadow.

"Feeding the strays," Zhang Rishan murmurs to himself, smiling without meaning to, and then shakes his head. "Ba Ye! Come inside, you'll freeze out here."

"Rishan!" Ba Ye's head snaps about, his eyes wide, a sheepish smile spreading across his face as he takes in Zhang Rishan's form. Then, he glances at the creature, and his expression turns to one of concern.

Zhang Rishan, already guessing what he's about to say, calls out, "Bring it inside with you."

In a fluid motion, Ba Ye picks the small creature up, cradling it against his chest, half-hidden in the coat, and then picks up the dish, now empty, as well; rises to his feet, and crosses the distance between them. Once they're close enough that neither of them have to yell to be heard, Ba Ye says, "You weren't supposed to be awake yet."

"What, were you planning on hiding it from me forever?" Zhang Rishan raises a brow, and hustles Ba Ye inside. His skin is already looking dry; he'll need to get back into the water, or he'll start to get dizzy and weak from the dehydration.

"I suppose I can't hide from you," Ba Ye admits. "How long have you been noticing?"

"A week," Zhang Rishan says, and carefully doesn't smile at Ba Ye's indignant expression. "Here, let me hold it—go get into the pool, I can get it more food."

Ba Ye hesitates a moment, and then sighs; acquiesces. The small creature turns out to be a cat, its ribs prominent and its paws tiny. Zhang Rishan holds it carefully, and then takes the empty dish as well, and cocks his head. "Alright, alright," Ba Ye says. "You worry like you're guarding eggs."

"Only one," Zhang Rishan says, drily, and watches Ba Ye's retreating figure until he sees him take off the coat and slip into the pool, lower half returning to its natural form. At a distance, it just looks like a smear of orange, but Zhang Rishan relaxes nonetheless. Against his chest, the cat lets out a plaintive mew, reminding him of its presence. Well, he thinks, as he turns towards the kitchen to get the pitiful creature something to eat, perhaps two.

[elletromil]

Pinned down

3 years later, i am back with another fic for the strong desires series

Thank you to @gaiahenshin for sending me the inspiration post earlier this week that prompted me into writing for the first time since like... december?

Hopefully you'll like this ;)

Pinned down

After everything that happened these past few weeks, Rishan isn’t surprised that sleep eludes him when he finally gets a chance to rest.

Not surprised, but still getting progressively more annoyed as the hours drag on.

Ha had hoped the physical exhaustion would be enough, but of course he’d never be this lucky.

Rishan sighs.

Maybe he should have accepted Tiezui’s offer to come over for the night instead of going their separate ways. The other man does possess the uncanny ability to quiet his min seemingly effortlessly.

Or well, effortlessly might not be the appropriate word there. Tiezui usually exert quite a bit of force with him, to Rishan’s continued delight.

He wonders if it’s too late to go over now.

He knows from previous nights spent in Tiezui’s bed that the man doesn’t turn in early, but it is currently closer to the early hours of the morning than it is to the late hours of the night.

And part of the reason he decided against following Tiezui to his home had been because Tiezui himself had looked even worse than Rishan felt. He needed rest just as much, if not more, than Rishan.

After all, it’s Rishan’s job to follow Fo Ye into danger. A job he has chosen to do and continues to choose, just like Tiezui continues to choose helping Fo Ye whenever he asked, but it doesn’t change the fact that Tiezui is a civilian.

His comfort is higher on Rishan’s list of priorities than his own.

Something which Tiezui might have some objections about if he was to mention it.

That this realisation only hits him now rather than a few hours ago when they parted is a testament to how exhausted Rishan actually is.

Tiezui has always been an attentive friend. That hasn’t changed, even after the somewhat recent turn in their relationship. The only difference is that Tiezui now has additional ways to show his care for Rishan.

A pleasant shiver runs down his body when he remembers the last time they were together, remembers how Tiezui hold him down to the bed. Remembers the faint marks left on his wrists the next morning.

Those marks are long gone now, but Rishan finds himself  absent-mindedly rubbing at the skin nonetheless.

At first, Tiezui had been very careful not to leave any signs of what happened between them when they were behind closed doors and he still does for the most part.

But when Rishan had made it clear he didn’t mind carrying his marks, that he even welcomed it in fact, he had started indulging them both.

It’s never anything that cannot be easily hidden by clothes, but they are lovely reminders of how safe Rishan feels when he’s in Teizui’s company.

When he relinquishes himself into his hands.

That’s something he cannot deny he’s currently longing for.

The excitement of the past few weeks is over, everything has been dealt with, but Rishan simply cannot shut his reeling mind, no matter how hard he tries.

Even if he knows it’s not true, he feels like he’s forgetting something, feels like danger is imminent.

Giving up on his attempts to sleep, Rishan makes a decision.

Tiezui surely won’t thank him for waking him up, but Rishan dares to believe he won’t stay mad once he knows why Rishan is visiting him in the middle of the night.

*

“Lieutenant?” Tiezui is still trying to shake off sleep from his eyes, but the sight of Rishan at his doorstep is enough to make him feel slightly more alert.

The other man looks even worse than when they parted ways in the early evening and fear over what it can mean starts nibbling at Tiezui. “What are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?”

The words are enough to let him know that whatever he was starting to imagine, it has nothing to do with official business. This is not Lieutenant Zhang Rishan on a mission for Fo Ye standing in front of him.

This is simply Rishan who came to him for something personal.

Tiezui grumbles a bit but still waves him in. He wished Rishan had chosen a more decent time than the middle of the night for a visit, but he would never actually turn him away, no matter the circumstances.

Rishan follows him to his private rooms with a sheepish smile and palpable nervous energy.

Before he can sit down, Tiezui grabs him by the wrist, thumb seeking his pulse point. He frowns at the rapid heartbeat, fully awake now with worry.

“Rishan?”

He’s not sure what to follow it up with, especially when Rishan just stands there, mouth opening and closing silently, avoiding his eyes.

And well, that simply won’t do.

His other hand come up to cup the back of his neck, bringing their forehead to rest against one another. Rishan closes his eyes then, but Tiezui is rewarded by the feeling of his body relaxing slightly.

He’s still holding too tense for Tiezui’s liking however and he chances tightening his grip around Rishan’s wrist.

The effect is immediate, a small moan escaping Rishan as he takes what is probably an involuntary step forward.

“Rishan?” he prompts again, this time less a question and more of a demand.

Rishan swallows audibly, but Tiezui can feel his heartbeat slowing down against his thumb and knows he’s doing the right thing

“Tell me why you’re here Rishan.”

Tiezui takes a step back, letting the hand at Rishan’s neck slide to cup his cheek instead, holding his head so that Rishan has no choice but to hold his gaze.

He can still see some anxiety in the other man’s eyes, but this time when he opens his mouth, he manages to let some words out.

“Could you- I mean… Would you-” There’s a few false starts until Rishan let out a groan and shakes his head in frustration, dislodging Tiezui’s hand from his cheek. At Rishan’s devastated look over the loss, Tiezui is quick to cup his cheek again.

Rishan sighs softly at the renewed contact, leaning into the touch, slightly baring his neck to him. With that small display of submission, Tiezui isn’t all that surprised by Rishan’s request when he finally finds his words.

“Would you hold me down?”

“Of course.”

His reply comes without any hesitation.

Without judgment.

When he had offered Rishan spend the night earlier, he hadn’t had anything in mind besides blessed sleep tangled up in one another. Just some well deserved rest after the mess they had been dealing with for the past few weeks.

But he would be lying if he pretended he hadn’t been ready to take care of Rishan in whatever ways in needed him to. His trust in those matters is a treasure Tiezui cherishes deeply. It is humbling to think Rishan is standing here now because of that same trust.

“Let’s get you changed into something more comfortable first, hmm?”

Rishan nods, most tension in his body having seemingly evaporated.

He’s not quite listless, but he’s certainly pliable, letting Tiezui direct him and move his body as he sees fit.

Another time, Tiezui would have undressed him and leave him nude, but that is not what Rishan has asked for. Not what he so obviously needs.

So instead, he does exactly what he said he would and dresses him again in sleeping clothes.

Not any of Rishan’s though and not only because Rishan obviously didn’t think of bringing anything with him tonight. After all, it’s been some time now that their relationship has turn more intimate and in that time, some of Rishan’s belongings have been left in Tiezui’s care.

That includes some spare clothing Tiezui has plenty to choose from.

But Tiezui is possessive even at the best of time and he won’t deny himself the pleasure of seeing Rishan in his own clothes. Of staking his claim on him in that way too.

Not that Rishan is complaining about it.

In fact, a soft smile is playing on his lips when he realises what he’s wearing and he starts rubbing the fabric between his fingers as Tiezui leads him to bed.

He lets Rishan a moment to get comfortable on his back before straddling him, hands pushing down on his shoulders.

“Good?”

Rishan starts struggling, not as hard as to throw him off his body, but enough that Tiezui needs to adjust the amount of force he’s using to hold him down.

In the end, he changed his grip to Rishan’s forearms with a disapproving tut, lowering himself so that his mouth is level with his shoulder and bites.

With the fabric between Rishan’s skin and his teeth, Tiezui bites down with more force than usual and cannot help the displeased growl that escapes him.

The sounds soon turns to something more approving when Rishan’s struggling stops suddenly and his body all but melts into the bed.

When he’s certain all fight has left his body, Tiezui let go of his shoulder and turns his head so that his lips brushes against Rishan’s ear.

“Good?” he asks again, because he wants to make sure he’s actually giving Rishan what he asked for.

He shouldn’t have worried.

Rishan groans pleasantly, nodding his head.

“I need words Rishan,” he orders gently anyway, because Rishan is too precious to hi to leave anything to doubt.

“Yes.” It’s more of a sigh than a whisper. “Again? My shoulder- I mean-”

Tiezui nips playfully at his earlobe before Rishan can grow more agitated in trying to convey his desire. It would be a shame to have him tense again when he feels so relaxed under him and when Tiezui understand perfectly what he’s asking for.

Leaving a trail of kisses at his throat, he lowers his mouth again, closing his teeth on his shoulder, hard enough that it will leave a mark even through the fabric.

Rishan’s hands come up just enough that he can grasp Tiezui’s clothes at his hips, as if afraid Tiezui will suddenly leave him.

He hums comfortingly, before Rishan can become anxious again. He has nothing to fear.

Tiezui isn’t going anywhere.

Not when Rishan needs him.

[lucientelrunya]

No Archive Warnings Apply

Zhang Qishan & Zhang Rishan

Qi Tie Zui/Zhang Rishan

Qi Tie Zui & Zhang Rishan

Zhang Rishan

Zhang Qishan

Qi Tie Zui

no beta we die like a-ning

Cursed Tombs

Time Loop

Love Confessions (Kind Of)

a smidge of mutual pining

Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary

After years of searching they finally manage to find the third part of Fo Ye's bracelet, deep inside a special tomb. But the way back home with this treasure becomes an insurmountable obstacle, the cost for finally finding it seems to be their life. Over and over again.

for @spinecorset who gave me the idea in the first place :)

[lasenbyphoenix]

In which a wartime mission goes south, and Ba Ye and Zhang Rishan must rely on each other to survive while trapped behind enemy lines.

I got to draw for this awesome fic by @tenillypo 💜

[katamaricule]

The DMBJ Small-Medium Ships Exchange fics are now live! My gift from a nice (and for the moment anonymous) writer was The Answer is Always Yes, a fun Ba Ye/Zhang Rishan sex pollen tomb adventure about how Zhang tattoos are (literally) hot. To my generous stranger, thank you! To everyone else, go read it and all the other pieces! There's also art and videos to enjoy.

As per the rules of the exchange, my own contribution will also remain anonymous for the coming week. I may even have left a few too many clues already, so that's all I'll say about that!

When it is revealed, though, it will become part of the Small Fandom Summer '23 collection -- which I haven't abandoned, I swear! It's just that between this and Reverse Cowgirl (Not Gay as in Take Off Your Pants and Jacket, Queer as in Dude Ranch), my work has been slightly embargoed.

I've said too much again! Go read!

[ttimekeepsrollingby]

Disputa por las universidades

Se trata el veto de Milei al financiamiento universitario. Los decentes de Argentina repudian al degenerado Milei que compra diputados. Lucha universitaria Los que voten el veto serán traidores Imagen: Letra P.

[selfcaredicas]

BISCOITOS DE FUBÁ AMANTEIGADOS

🍪INGREDIENTES :

1 xícara de fubá fininho

1/2 xícara de amido de milho

1/4 xícara de açúcar demerara (ou adoçante natural)

3 colheres (sopa)de manteiga s/sal

1 ovo

🍪MODO DE PREPARO:

Adiciona a manteiga com o açúcar e bata bem com auxílio de um fouet ou na batedeira.

Acrescenta o ovo e mistura com uma espátula, por fim adiciona os ingredientes secos.

Mistura com a ponta dos dedos, até obter uma massa maleável, se preciso for adicionar mais um pouco de fubá.

Adiciona a massa sob uma superfície lisa e abra com rolo ou com as mãos,e corte no formato que desejar, se quiser pode fazer bolinhas e achatar com o garfo.

Arrume em uma assadeira untada ou forrada com papel manteiga e deixa na geladeira por 10 minutos.

Leva ao forno já pré aquecido à 180•C, assar por cerca de 12 a 15 minutos (eles assam muito rápido.

Depois de pronto, retire da assadeira e deixe esfriar em uma grade ou no pratinho. Rende aproximadamente 30 unidade,nessa espessura.

[heymeowmao]

- Lieutenant, look at me. I can't walk anymore- - You're thinking too much.

[rainbowdonkee]

Men? Let's GOOOO!!!!

[randomtwinkinthetomb]

Baye: Answer me honestly. Did you intentionally set fire to your own house, just as an excuse to live with me?

Zhang Rishan: ...Will you still let me stay, if I say yes?

[transfemgeorgecostanza]

mods are asleep, post berliner philharmoniker playing de abreu's "tico tico"

[sunriseverse]

hi. i finished my fuba role reversal longfic this evening. enjoy.

[elletromil]

So about 2 years ago I got three prompts from @gaiahenshin and I fully planned on writing the three of them and go midway through the second one and then life happened

But like i said, i do want to get back into writing so i am finally sitting down to finish writing the halfway done stuff!

This is set in a star trek like!au I might eventually write more into where Ba Ye is an empath and Rishan is an android.

10. hiding their face in the other’s neck

Yatou is no stranger to people being rushed into her medbay. There has even been a few memorable -- in the worse way possible -- occasions when patients had been directly teleported to a bed.

It’s not exactly part of the routine here, but it’s not unexpected either. In fact, if more than a couple of weeks pass between these kind of incidents, she -- along with the rest of the medical staff -- will start growing wary and prepare for the worse. Something which inevitably turns out to be a good thing.

This is not one of those time. The last away mission was only four days ago and everyone on that team suffered from a very bad case of indigestion when they failed to remember one very important rule from basic training. In other words: don’t eat unknown fruits native to a newly-discovered planet, no matter how much they look like Earth’s plums. Yatou had been as disappointed in them as Fo Ye had been furious.

But they’re currently in route to their next destination without any specific mission on the way. It could be a confidential one of course, but, in deference to her rank as Chief Medical Officer, Fo Ye usually gives her the courtesy of implying she might want to be sure the medbay is fully stocked when he’s under that kind of orders.

So there really shouldn't be any reason for Lieutenant Zhang to be rushing through the medbay doors, holding an unconscious Ba Ye in his arms.

Expected or not however, Yatou is still a professional and she’s already done calibrating the bed sensors before Lieutenant Zhang is even done crossing the room.

“What happened?”

“He- he just collapsed.” The slight stutter is all Yatou needs to know just how worried Lieutenant Zhang must be right now. While it would be a complete lie to say the android cannot feel emotions she’s never known him to be anything but imperturbable in time of crisis.

She wishes she could reassure him that Ba Ye will be alright, but that’s a mistake she knows better than to make, especially without a diagnosis.

Lieutenant Zhang lowers Ba Ye into the empty bed, but when he tries to move away, Ba Ye’s groans in pain and his hands grip tightly at his clothes.

“Keep holding him Lieutenant,” she orders, making a split-second decision.

It might not be proper protocol, but whatever is happening to Ba Ye, it is next to impossible for it to affect an android. She would rather keep him comfortable as long as possible.

It’s not like it seems to be any hardship for Lieutenant Zhang anyway. By the looks of it, he would never let Ba Ye go if given the choice.

“Lie down with him for now, but leave me space to work.”

The sensors need a bit of quick recalibrating to take in Lieutenant Zhang into account too, but already, she can see Ba Ye seems to be running a high fever.

That’s too much of a generic symptoms for any number of potential illnesses, but she gets a hunch as to what it could be when, even unconscious, Ba Ye tries to avoid her touch when she takes a blood sample. That and how he turns into Lieutenant Zhang instead, hiding his face against his neck with pained whimpers.

Were it anyone else, she would have dismissed the idea at once, but she remembers Ba Ye’s attempts at describing his mental impression of the Lieutenant once, like he was a spot of tangible peace and quiet.

If his mental shields are down like she suspects, it’s no wonder that he would be seeking a deeper connection with him in order to drown out everything else assaulting his senses.

Even that doesn’t narrow things down however, but if she remembers the incubation time of the Krr’ll’t flu in empaths like Ba Ye correctly, it would correlate with their last stop at the space station about two weeks ago. She hadn’t heard of any outbreak at the time, but a delegation from Ba Ye’s home planet had also arrived at around the same time and she’s pretty sure Ba Ye had met up with them.

They could have been unwitting carriers as the virus was near undetectable until the first brutal symptom hit.

Unfortunately, there’s not much she can do until the blood analysis is done except to try and keep him comfortable. And Lieutenant seems to have it covered on that front.

“Hope you didn’t have anything important to attend to Lieutenant, because you’re stuck here for the foreseeable future.” An exaggeration if it does turn out to be the Krr’ll’t flu. The treatment for that is usually fast acting, at least where allowing empaths to rebuild their mental shields is concerned. But Yatou always prefers to play it safe in her estimates when she can.

Lieutenant Zhang looks slightly affronted and for a moment there, she thinks he’s going to protest the not-quite order. She couldn’t have been more wrong however.

“Nothing is more important than Ba Ye’s health.”