#I SAW RHE MENTION

[julievry]

INA IM GOING TO CHEW YOU /POS

[princekirijo]

Even if you don't plan on stay around it's good to see you're doing ok, I was worried

It is GOOD to see you too man I'm sorry for worrying u 🙏 I missed y'all fr

[pinkieroy]

Just found out that I can hear light bulbs

[nomaishuttle]

oughh I agree so hard with you w/ death stuff. Tbf I've never actually seen a dead body close up or had someone close to me die so idk if my feelings will change after that but I think we're a part of nature and should return to nature after death

YA ive only ever seen dead bodies who have been prepared (in person at least, ive seen pictures of unprepared bodies) so yk. but ive lost a couple of family members and i just think likee. speaking from experience when you dont have the time with the deceased to process the death. it makes it sm harder to like. Feel your grief. bc yr so pushed into the like. Well the funerals over so grieving is done

[obsessed-with-wwe-women]

Champions Rules

R. Ripley x fem!reader

cw: smut, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, clit play, oral (r receiving), fingering, degradation + praise, domme!rhea, mami/mommy kink, mentions of alcohol

lowercase intended / not proofread, i’m a little rusty bare with me

she did it.

i mean, you knew she would but that didn’t make you any less proud. you smiled as you stared at the screen in front of you, as rhea held her title high up in the air on the biggest stage of them all.

this was a huge night for her. she opened up night one of wrestlmania with one of the best, she had her favorite band sing her out, and she won.

the look of pure happiness on her face was enough to tear up, especially when you saw her start to herself before she covered it up. you were so proud of her, she worked so hard to get here. she fucking deserved this.

she eventually made her way backstage, and when she did you ran to her, jumping in her arms and planting kisses all over her face. rhea’s arms wrapped around you with a smile as she spun you around.

“you did it!” you squealed excitedly, smiling down at the australian.

“did you doubt me?” she joked. not funny. “never in a million years.” you grinned as you placed a soft kiss on her lips. “i’m so proud of you.” you whispered against her lips before pulling away.

rhea’s eyes beamed at you as she gave you a grateful smile, giving you one more kiss before putting you down.

the rest of the night was crazy. damian had the great idea of going to the nearest club for a celebration. now, you were about 3 drinks deep as you dragged your unwilling girlfriend to the dance floor. rhea had only had one, but it was strong.

“you know i don’t dance, y/n.” she slurred slightly. you gave her a small pout, and she rolled her eyes before her hands found your hips, swaying to the beat with you. you grinned, wrapping your arms over her shoulders as you got on your tiptoes to kiss her. rhea kissed back, squeezing your hips in her hands.

she danced with you for a few minutes, but when you turned to grind your ass against her front she quickly turned you around.

“i want you.” she whispered. “not.” kiss. “here.” kiss. you replied, kissing her between each word. rhea’s hands squeezed again as her head ducked into the crook of your neck.

“i’ll take you wherever i please, and you know it.” she husked by your ear, her voice deep and her accent thick. you whined softly, tugging gently at her hair. “can’t wait to do whatever i want with you, pretty girl. my big night, you know? champions rules.” her words shot a wave a heat to your core. “take me home, rhe.” you whispered before placing a kiss to her cheek.

-

“god, you’re so fucking beautiful.” rhea’s breath was hot against your ear as she had you pressed against the door of your hotel. “you are.” was all you could reply, her teeth gently biting down on the skin of your neck. “yeah? you think so?” she teased as her knee spread your thighs, pushing your dress up over your hips.

“i bet if i stuck my hand inside of these cute little panties you’re wearing right now,” she snapped the band of the purple lacy material you wore just for her. “i’d find you soaked, wouldn’t i?” rhea smirked as your cheeks grew pink. “huh? answer me, baby.”

rhea’s left hand gripped your chin, making you look up at her. it was enough of a distraction for you to not notice where her right hand was heading.

“ye- fuck!” you cried out as rhea’s finger pressed harshly against your throbbing clit. “sorry, what were you saying?” she teased once more.

“you can be a real bitch sometimes.” you got out between choked moans. “oh? yeah?” rhea’s tone was mocking as she pressed harder. “you wanna say that again, slut?” rhea growled, pinching your clit between her fingers. “fuck! i-i’m sorry, mommy.” you whimpered, a mix of pleasure and pain shooting through your body.

“awh, poor baby. you’re sorry?” she cooed, using her free hand to pet your hair. you looked up at her with hooded, teary eyes. “my pretty girl.” she smiled, kissing the corner of your mouth softly before slipping two of her fingers inside of you.

“always so tight for me.” rhea groaned, using her thumb to play with your clit while her fingers pumped into you slowly. your cunt fluttered against her fingers when she added more pressure to your bud, and she giggled softly as she noticed. “yeah? you like that?” she asked, doing it again.

you could only nod quickly against the door as you felt your orgasm approaching. “i’m close, mommy.” you breathe out, hands gripping at her wrist. rhea doesn’t say anything, she just smirks and leans in, places a rough kiss to your lips.

she moaned into your mouth when you tightened around her, pulling her deeper into your dripping cunt. “come on baby, you can do it.” she whispered softly as she peppered kisses over your face. “be a good girl and cum on mommy’s fingers.”

that did it. within seconds after her request your mouth fell open with a cry of her name, and your thighs squeezing around her hand. rhea talked you through it, and once you calmed down she pulled her fingers out of you. you whined softly at the emptiness, but almost immediately you were cut off by a gasp as rhea brought her fingers into her mouth to taste you.

“i want the real thing now.” she said, and before you could even comprehend her words she picked you up and walked you to the bed. she gently placed you down, stripping your dress off of you. rhea’s breath caught in her throat as she saw the matching bra she had on, but what caught her eye was the silver ‘R’ in the middle. you smiled sweetly at her. “like it?” you asked hopefully.

“i love it, baby. my letter looks good on you.” she smirked before leaning to hover over you. “but i think you’d look better with it off.” she husked before reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, impressively with one hand. the moment the material was away, rhea’s lips were wrapped around your nipple.

“shit, rhe.” you sighed, tossing your head back. she hummed against you, switching to show the other one some love before slipping between your thighs. you were dripping at this point.

“all for me.” rhea moaned lowly as she licked through you. your back arched and your hips bucked against her with a cry. rhea’s arms held your hips down as she sucked your sensitive clit into her mouth. you could barely hold the noises you were making, even with a hand slapped over your mouth. you could never last long with her like this, especially if she’s already made you cum before.

“mommy!” you whimpered as your hands tugged at her hair, pulling her closer. rhea moaned against you once more as the soft pain shot down her spine from her head. her tongue piercing rubbed against you in all the right ways, and within seconds she had you shaking. “i’m gonna cum, mami.” you got out the best you could between choked moans.

all she did was nod, and it was clear she wasn’t pulling away until she was finished. it was only a couple minutes until your back arched off of the bed once more and you spilled into her mouth. rhea’s licks slowed down as she took her time to clean you up, not wasting anything.

“could be here all day, you know?” rhea said as she kissed your thigh. your head felt fuzzy and the only things leaving your mouth were quiet whines. “already, baby? i’m not even getting started.” rhea playfully teased as she sat up, gently running her finger through your slit once more. she rubbed slow, soft circles as she waited for you to say something.

“i’m okay, mami. m’just sensitive.” you mumbled, squirming as she sped up a little.

“well that’s good, just you wait, sweetheart. mami wants you to wear her title while she fucks you.” she smirked before getting off the bed and walking over to her bag.

[writingoddess1125]

Dancing With Swords pt. 1

Zoro x Reader

⚠️ Warning: ⚠️ Mentions of Abuse, Implied SA, Implied Slavery.

ANGST

"(Y/N) you're on in 10 minutes" You heard Sir Finx call out to you as you sat on your bed, dressed in what could only be described as a cheap and thin Kimono costume- it barely reached your thighs and its cheap appearance adding to its low cut from and overly long sleeves- You felt disgusting in it. However it didnt change that you were forced to wear it- sighing heavily as you knew what was to be next.

You had been prisoner here at this gentleman's club for the past 5 years. Stolen from Shimotsuki Village in the middle of the night and taken here, forced to be a entertainer and brothel worker in the Captian Quarters Gentleman's Club. It was hell- utter hell.

Hearing the door swing open you see one of the guards walk to you and take off rhe shackle from your ankle to escort you to the stage. You had tried to escape so many times before and knew you'd just be body slammed and dragged away to be punished so not worth the trouble for a flood of hope.

Escorted to the stage you saw Sir Finx there with a smile on his face that showed his rotten teeth, his stick thin appearance cloaked in a far too big for him- his greasy blonde hair combed over his growing bald spot and sunken silver eyes staring like he could see through your soul. Reaching down to attach the stage shackle to your ankle- This one using rope to keep you on the stage so you could dance more efficiently.

"Give a good show, There are some famous guest here today and I don't want you to mess it up-" He growled at you, his disgusting hands smoothing out your hair. You wanted to burn your hair off at that. Givibg a curt nod ge smiled and handed you the dulled duel swords- made from a flexible metal making them impossible to harm anyone. He had taken your real swords the day you'd been kidnapped.

"And Now for our closing act! A famous Sword Dancer from a far off Land, I present to you! (Y/N)!"

Stepping out with at the sound of the applauds, for the first few seconds you could never see anything due to the blinding stage lights. Holding the blades in your hands you start your dance, one blade in each you start to move to the sound of the drums. Eyes closed as you continued your usual request, the sway of your hips and the whipping of your blades.

You froze for a second, recognizing that face- The face that stared at you in confusion and almost anger. Roronoa Zoro.. Almost slipping you continued to dance as the memories of your home in Shimotsuki Village flooded your mind and Zoro- your old friend.

The music came to an end and you stopped on your cue, Hearing the audience applaud you as you were pulled off stage quickly. The announcer talking the crowd that you were available for clients if others were interested. Ignoring Sir Finx untying her and scolding you for almost slipping too zoned out to care at the moment as you were pushed back into you're room and chained to the bed.

Sitting in the room you couldn't help but think back Zoro- He looked so different from before. He looked handsome... growing so much from what you remembered of him... your heart hurt as you remembered the three of you together. Zoro, Kuina and yourself... playing together and training together- however everything changed when Kuina died. Zoro distanced himself from everyone including you- leaving you alone as your mourned not only for your deceased friend and lost of another friendship.

A knock on the door brought you from your thoughts. You mentally sighed and moved to sit on your knees on the bed, knowing what was instructed of you. The shackle to your ankle tugging slightly as you tried to shift into something more comfortable, your head bowed as you waited for your client.

"Welcome honored guest-"

There was silence for a few moments after you said this, before feeling a forceful hands grab your shoulders and pull you up to look at them- the air leaving your lungs as you saw him. Zoro. His eyes staring over your face in a mixture of worry and pain.

"(Y/N).. It really is you"

"Z-Zoro..." You say softly tears starting to well in your eyes, Watching him grab your ankle and the shackle that kept you still. However you wrapped your arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder as he held you tightly.

"I'm here with my Crew but when I saw you.. these chains" He muttered holding you in return giving your form a squeeze, pulling back ge grabbed at his sword and quickly broke the chain with one swing. Pulling you up to your feet quickly and holding you hard by your shoulders.

"We are leaving-" He said cooly, You grab his arm quickly. A mixture of different emotions hitting you at once as your brain blurted out.

"We need the free all the other girls here, They are slaves too and-d my swords. The owner has them" You blurted out clutching his sleeve, his gaze gentle on you as he clutched your hand in return.

"We will get them all out and your blades" He said calmly, reaching to his hip and pulling one of the black blades from his hip and held it out to you. You knew immediately what this ment- that fire of anger for your years of abuse slamming into your chest as you held the blade.

No words needed to be spoken, both of you walking out of the room that was once your prison. Freedom finally hitting your skin and the taste of blood wanting to hit your lips.

Finally- It would Rain blood at the dancing of your blades.

[kurosstuff]

bunny!lute x yourchoice!gn!reader ? maybe smut, preferably fluff please 🩷🩷

I'll do fluffy this time around ~♡♡ maybe smut if you request this or someone else does again

Ngl I'm a sucker for prey x predator asks♡♡

Short and sweet I hope

Warnings(s): fluff, mentions of being collared, prey x predator, courting gone wrong?(from different species) reader is literally a huge puppy- head over heels inlove with lute, Lute is MEAN. Violence at the begining some angst cause of bad choice words

Also sorry the ENDING LINE. is angsty- ♡

Bunny!lute x werewolf!reader: attempt at courting

Hunting for food is easy. Just get what would be enough to save to eat for the day if your lucky weeks- saving it in your little den- near your nest

But it's If your courting

The bigger the kill for your potential mate the better your seen as in some eyes. Gotta show you can be a suitable mate. Ensure the other will be fed well. Cared for perfectly. That's what you were doing. Hunting for her. Your tail wagged in the thought. Of how happy she'd be.

Snarling, you pounced on the unsuspecting deer chomping down on its neck hearing a sickening crunch- before a rustle sound was heard- your neck snapped, snarling biting harder on the deers neck seeing a white bunny pop out

Unmoving staring up at you, unafraid

There's only one bunny you knew that wouldn't run at the sight of you- a werewolf- the very one only YOU saw her bunny form of. Your tail began to wag the bloodied mangled deer in your mouth, shook as you growled.

Your soon to be mate! Lute-

Hopefully mate.

Rushing to her- uncaring at how bloodied you got, you dropped the deer in front of her proudly puffing yohr chest as you say her glance at it before a deep sigh escaped her turning back into her human..ish form.

"What the fuck is this"

You froze. Tail tucked nervously at how pissed she was. But.. why? Why would she be pissed? You gave her food. "Food- for uh.. for you?" Tilting your head in thought, hearing a thump- looking down her leg thumping. Shit. She's pissed pissed

"No. What the fuck is this. I'm a bunny. Remember?" She growled out, making you frown guilty. Right. You forgot again. Lute can't eat meat. Just like you can't Properly eat..whatever the fuck that one shit she eats was- uh carrots? You think?

Sighing, you knelt down, picking the deer up. "Sorry, Lute," you whispered as she mumbled something before she sighed

"I can't eat that. Give something else" she grumbled causing you to stop freezing tail wagging happily in what that meant.

She's accepting

Well- you hoped. Lute is a bit.. confusing with her words and actions. She'll say things or do things but she'll mean another thing.

Lute hums her ear twitched as she watched you grin at her. Tail thumping loudly, "Maybe I should collar you" she hummed gently reaching touching your neck in curiosity - "just claiming you as my pet, I suppose, huh?"

Her pet-

You sighed- there she goes again. Not thinking of you as a potential mate but rather her pet. From how eager you are to make her happy. How you follow her orders like an obedient dog. Which for her you supposed you would be a pet.

Not a mate-

That cause your tail to slowly coming to a stop- turning walking away, which follows the path back to your den- holding rhe deer close. You suppose if you grabbed those carrots for Lute, she'd be happy? Sighing, you glanced, expecting to see Lute watching as she always did. Watching you walk off away from her dens entrance. But this times different

Lutes following you

"Don't read too much into it, pup," she grumbled out flushed ear flickering. "I know how you get after hunting. You get sleepy. Wanting to take a nap, yeah?" She grumbled, watching the path turn leading to a cave "this your home? Where your nest is?" She hummed easily following you in.

Showing she truly blindly trusted you. Knowing she wasn't in any danger

Nodding, you grinned, placing the deer off in some corner- never was one to have a cabin after all. Not most monsters had such a human thing. Some felt comfort for it. But for you- anything but. Made you feel trapped.

"You know me too well~" Your tail thumped happily, turning to see her near your nest she hummed in thought, nodding. Moving close, wringing your hands together nervously cautious. "Do.. you wanna take a nap with me?"

Silence filled the cave as she thought to herself. Did she? Is that why she followed you to your nest today? Why she had such an urge? Why did she come with? Lute didn't have an answer she wasn't sure why she did. Wasn't sure why she even entertained you in the first place. Letting you a predator oh so close? Letting you the first to ever see her as a bunny.

Oh how she loathed being a bunny. She was strong. Strong enough to handle herself. To be a guard. She has the muscles the strength the stamina. Everything. But nothing compared to the true thing.

Nothing compared to a predator

Turning, she stared at you- in other predators' sights, she's on edge, never being to close. Never turning her back on them. But seeing how soft you looked at her. How could she not trust you?

On instinct- or maybe her truthful thinking? She nodded, grumbling loudly she willingly turned into her bunny form- the oh so soft grumpy ball of fur at your feet- making you coo as always a response from you fawning for her she thumped her foot in anger- what a grumpy bunny

Humming, you knelt down, picking her up, knowing only you had such permission. It's such an honor for a grumpy angery ball of furr now settled into a calm, almost happy thing. "Alright~" setting into your nest, moving her to your side- you grinned at her, resisting the urge to kiss her adorable face

Knowing why she turned into this form made you smile softly- she does this to avoid the talks of why she did it. To avoid the embarrassment. Imaging your surpise when she moved to cuddle into your neck, curling up ears, laid back as she settled to sleep- smiling you allowed her to nuzzle into your neck softly.

"Good night lute" a soft squeak answered back.

Tomorrow was a new day. A new attempt at courting her- this time. You'll do it right. Find our how bunny's court. Maybe that was the issue. Maybe that's what you needed to be.

Oh, how you wished to be a bunny too. Maybe then. She'd want you like you want her.

[aachria]

omg i forgot it was sunday and im currently at a big ass family gathering and when i tell you i lit up the second i saw rhe notification i am not joking

Ed and Law interactions 🤭

I might jst be tripping but is the devil fruit affecting ed's ability to do shit bcz when did this mf become a gymnast or like did i jst forget something along the way or is it jst an effect of being a pirate so long?

I love that ed is the detective of the damned and coin is the tailor of purgatory is so real and i love it sm

Ed and Rayleigh talking abt ed's home and adding to everyone's confusin is so fun, and ed looking at Rayleigh like he hung the fcking moon os awesome

Letter from coin letter from coin letter from coin IM SO EXCITED TO SEE WHATS IN IT but sadly i have a feeling ed won't get the chance to read it anytime soon

I stand by what i said tho either ed gets a training arc with grunkle coin or ends up on the execution stand. 30/70%. No in between.

Anyways, awesome chapter as always!!!

Sometimes you just magically learn gymnastics through the power of osmosis and weird Devil Fruit power ups. Don’t look at me I don’t know what I’m doing I never even learned how to do a cartwheel.

Those two nerds are ✨twinning✨ and it’s something I find terribly funny. And Coin being mistaken for a tailor in the first place is so fucking hilarious to me and only me. I am my own target audience.

Ed and Rayleigh hold such a special place in my heart and UGH the EMOTIONS and FEELINGS SHIT you don’t even get the subtext and context for lives in my head like a very chatty tapeworm.

The sheer amount of you here and in the comments who are so certain Ed is not going to be reading this letter is so goddamn funny. I’m out here training you guys into waiting any time I mention something that will happen and don’t immediately have it happen in the same chapter 😭 I shall assuage your fears, young one. Ed reads the letter next chapter.

I mean… the two don’t have to be mutually exclusive…….

[writing-whump]

Will there be another part of the Rip’s arc?

I would love to see Isaiah’s thoughts on everything Rip told him, and more of Dylan’s thoughts and feelings about the entire situation. Maybe you can write something about Dylan feeling a bit under the weather, because of stress and fatigue because of everything that happened, with Sel or Isaiah as rhe caretakers, if you go with Sel maybe there can also be a talk between Sel and Isaiah. If you write something inspired by my ask feel fre to change anything however you’d like.

Also is there any fics with Mat as the sickie on the horizon?

Maybe i'm wrong or misundersanding something, but Matt seems upset in recent chapters. Can we explore it a little? Somebody in comments mentioned about him interacting with Rip, i think it could be interesting.... (nothing specific. I'm simply curious how this new situation would evolve... For everyone) A.

We dived into Isaiah's perspective last time, so let's see some of Matthew's. Right guess that he was upset! Also Matt getting sick from some internal turmoil. Thank you for the asks :D

The weight of shadows

"You should get some sleep," Seline said as she stepped into the kitchen in the early morning.

Dylan was probably in the process of making coffee or something to eat, judging by the empty cup by his head currently pillowed on his hands on the dining table.

"I'm fiiiine," he said, speech all slurred.

Seline came up behind him, running her hand through her little brother's hair. He was always a ball of energy, always up for adventure and seeking trouble.

She had never seen him as dedicated to something as she saw him taking care of Rip.

"Seriously. He is steady, there is three of us—"

"Isaiah's not here," Dylan protested, not opening his eyes.

"Yes, but me and Matt are. And he is stronger now, manages to move on his own. I think it's safe to take a break."

"Can't have him around another wolf, you know it."

"Soon enough you will be in your own apartment and he will feel safer too. But there is not that much that can happen. Go take a nap on the couch." Her hand slipped to his nape and to his shoulders, shaking him a little.

"Hmmmm....will you take it up with mom?"

Seline made a face, glad he couldn't see it. Dylan finding a place of his own would be good news, except they couldn't exactly tell their mother he was helping a stray wolf with a stab wound. She would string up five theories of drugs, gangs and more stab wounds in the future.

They have both settled on not disclosing the more brutal and dangerous details of wolf lives to their very human parents. Seline kept moderately safe with her two bodyguards, but Dylan usually jumped from one friend to another. Not long or accepted enough to be part of any fights.

Even if fights were a lot more common and "natural" for wolves, than they were for normal teens on crazy hormones picking fights and posturing like roosters with big muscles.

Gentle footsteps from the stairs had her head turning backwards.

Matthew came into the kitchen. He made a lot less noise these days, creeping around his own apartment and pack. Just to put Rip and Dylan at ease.

Her heart squeezed at the sight of him. He looked pale, hair all ruffled and he kept his distance as he came through the kitchen, settling in the farthest corner from them as possible.

She kissed Dylan on top of head, one more little nudge to his shoulders to take the couch and get some sleep, before heading over to the red-haired wolf.

Matt looked up and then down, as if shy although she knew he was anything but.

"Do I smell like him too much?" Seline said quietly, leaning against the wall next to Matthew. She didn't want to upset him by touching him.

Matthew shook his head, his lips pressed so tightly together they were almost transparent.

Dylan seemed to have picked up on the mood and dragged himself upright. A loud thud came from the living room as he collapsed over the backrest of the couch into the cushions.

Matthew stayed silent still. Something about that rigid defeated posture had her stomach sinking.

"Lots of foreign wolves you can't fight, right? Must be hard," Seline said tentatively into the silence.

Matthew shook his head. When he wasn't talking it could as well be he was having troubles with it because of his shadow.

But he was unsually quiet for the whole past week. And she didn't exactly feel fighting intention from him.

If Isaiah was here, he could probably tell what was wrong.

Her own lack of understanding frustrated her. She turned towards him, reaching out with a hand. "Can I?"

Matthew hesitated, then nodded.

Seline moved slowly, giving him time to take his decision back. She wrapped her hands around him, loosely and then snuggly, when he didn't protest.

The effect wasn't immediate, but as she held him, he slumped against her.

She huffed under the weight, surprised and pleased. It didn't feel complete when she wasn't with him, when she wasn't getting her dose of his closeness, his shadow, his scent.

His arms came around her back and he buried her nose in her shoulder, taking deep breaths. As if being able to breathe after a long time under water.

...

Matthew felt entirely stupid and out of place, gripping the railing on the balcony.

Though being held by Seline he was proud that her suggestion wasn't true - he didn't feel any inclination of fighting either the hurt kid or her little brother.

On the other hand, he was horrified that was on her mind and that he would feel happy with himself for achieving something like that.

Feeling like a stranger when his place was invaded by pack outsiders was something his shadow struggled with. But he also felt strangely...protective.

They were young, so lost and in his layer. Isaiah was accepting of them, making up solutions and promises.

Seline was taking care of Rip and everyone could see how caring she was towards Dylan.

Maybe all that contributed to Matt feeling like they were his responsibility. In his care. He had never felt it with younger wolves. He had not felt it until he, Sel and Isaiah formed a pack.

Then what was this creeping sensation up his back? Why was his shadow, even if not let out for a longer time, twisting and turning, crawling under his skin?

He could barely string out a sentence. Blood was rushing in his ears like before a fight and his stomach hurt almost constantly now.

He didn't understand the reason, why being a witness of this made him upset, why it made his throat tight and his chest hurt. The walls seemed to be closing up on him.

Sitting still hurt, but it went against the other protective side of him that wanted to stay, wanted to be near.

Which went against his rationale that he should not, for Rip reacted with such deep-seated fear and agression whenever other wolf aside Dylan came near him, Matthew didn't dare even pass by his room.

Which was his own room, thank you.

His head was a mess of contradictory sensations and wants. He wanted to run. He wanted to stay. He couldn't stay. Something about Rip made his chest hurt, made him feel trapped and sympathetic, afraid and nostalgic.

Agressive shadow, huh? How was he supposed to be of any help, when he was the same?

Matthew had never lived on the streets. He was in a boarding school, usually alone. When he couldn't get his pack to train with him, to talk to him, to even look at him, he roamed the streets at night. Looked for strays, cause they never rejected a challenge, even if it came from him.

Even when his sisters were afraid of him, even if his mother scoffed at him. Even if he felt like he would drawn in the darkness and loudness of his own thoughts, his shadow wanting to tear something up. And he couldn't tell why or how and he didn't understand it and there was no one who could make it better.

He knew he was close to being just send to one of the Big Three to get rid of him.

That if there was an Executioner in town, he would have been considered for the list.

What was the difference between him and Rip then? If there was one to speak of.

Matthew paced the balcony up and down. The fresh air nor the view were helping. The sounds of the city coming to life for the day weren't helping.

He turned back inside only for the guilt to hit him, when he spotted Dylan passed out on the couch.

He couldn't help Rip by being near. He wanted to be near. He wanted to tear himself to shreds.

Matthew sped through the door and up the stairs as quick as he could.

Seline's hug, her touch and her calming presence helped. He could feel her sympathy even if she didn't understand what was wrong. Not like he understood it either.

He went into the bathroom, locking himself shut. His shadow was crawling up again, like a fan behind his back, licking the walls behind him like black flames.

He collapsed in front of the toilet, knees hitting the floor hard and heaved. His body convulsed, his stomach turning itself inside out as water and his meager dinner splashed inside.

He trembled, a hiccup shaking his chest. His stomach whined, cramping together and he heaved again, another watery wave hitting the porcelain. It came out thicker this time and he could feel it in his nose too.

He whimpered, hoping no one from downstairs could hear.

Time dragged. Matthew felt nauseous and spend. At no point safe enough to leave the bathroom.

When he wasn't heaving and gagging mouthfuls of liquid into the toilet, he was curled up underneath it around his cramping stomach.

He kept seeing little snippets of fights with street wolves and little strays. Flashes of the life on those streets, glad to have at least the dormitory to go to. That his pack cared at least that much, even if he was a burden and failure.

At times he must have passed out, because his wrist watch sometimes jumped forward, when he was zoning out. Lunch came and went.

Seline was knocking at the bathroom door at one time. He wasn't sure if he wasn't dreaming it up. She asked him if she could do something. Bring him something.

His shadow covering the walls and mirror of her bathroom, he felt too ashamed to let her in.

And if he saw even a flicker of fear in her eyes, he knew it would be his last drop, though he didn't know what that would entail.

A particularly strong cramp had him cradling his middle when a soft knock sounded against the door. Matthew didn't bother answering. Sending Seline away was just as painful as having her there—

Then a tiny click went from the door and it opened and closed just as quickly.

Matthew forced his bleary eyes open to find a familiar black-clothed figure sliding down to the floor at his side. "Oh, hey..." He didn't want to say that it took Isaiah damn near forever to come from his scheduled breakfast meeting with Arnie, just thankful he was finally home.

"Buddy, hey, what happened to you..." Isaiah's voice trailed off as he likely took in the state of the black-swirling bathroom. Matthew shut his eyes right back to not see any disappointment in his expression.

"How did you manage to unlock the door?"

"Shadows can slide under, you know? And picking up a lock with this easy mechanism is simple."

Matthew snorted, despite himself. "You'll have to show me that sometime." He must have looked pathetic in the fetal position by the toilet. Cold dread went through him as he couldn't remember if he flushed after the last bout of fruitless burping, only a mouthful of bile coming up.

Isaiah knelt beside him, hand resting on Matthew's neck and then gently against his cheek, as if checking for fever.

"W-won't stop," Matthew admitted quietly, glad to have control over his voice again. Both his hands were still tightly wrapped around his stomach as if the warmth could help with the insistent cramping.

"Shhhh." Isaiah stood up to wet a handtowel in cold water, dabbing it against Matthew's forehead. "It's so warm here, no wonder you are all clammy."

"Yeah, not a good season to be sick." His head was muddled from dehydration and his throat was rough as sandpaper. But the more tired he got, the less his thoughts swirled around. At least he was getting too exhausted to even torture himself.

"Come on, let's get you up," Isaiah said, not waiting for Matthew's permission to slide his hands under his back to pull him up. The black-haired wolf propped him up against the wall, shoulder to shoulder.

Matthew didn't like the jostling, curling back up again, this time into Isaiah's side. His hands stayed where they were, which made him a little imbalanced, but Isaiah held steadily under him. His arm came to readjust the cool towel around Matthew's neck and then to wrap around his shoulders to pull him even closer.

Matthew sighed contentedly. His leader's return meant part of the responsibility had shifted back to him, giving him one less thing to feel torn about.

Isaiah sat there, button-up shirt and black pants getting all wrinkly under Matthew's weight on the bathroom floor. Calm and patient as always, only thin lines around his eyes betraying his concern.

"You are feeling for the kid," Isaiah said into the silence. "But you two are not alike."

Matthew swallowed dryly, eyes shooting open at the words. His insides vibrated at the words. Somehow, it hit right.

"He has control problems with his shadow, and you see yourself in him because of that," Isaiah continued, his head tilted to the side in thought. "But the cause is different. You didn't have the right training, and you fight against your shadow too much because you were taught to see it as an enemy—something scary and dangerous to suppress and not to understand and comfort."

Matthew winced at the words, feeling himself sink forward into Isaiah's lap. A wave of helpless grief washed over him, but the embarrassment was burning away in face of Isaiah's understanding. Isaiah always somehow understood shadows better. Even Matthew's.

"Rip is different. His shadow is actually very much in synch with his feelings. It obeys him on an instinctual level. It's rare to see this kind of...harmony between the two. His shadow is his extended hand, his sword, his wings. He sees freedom and justice in it."

"But��when he can't stand other wolves—"

"That's because he feels that threatened by everyone. He lived in such a constant state of danger and vigilance he learned to see everyone the same way. He had no one to trust. When it goes on for too long, your shadow starts to embody it."

"Then why can't he tolerate humans?"

Isaiah sighed, his chest rising and falling under Matthew's ear. "That's a family reason, really. His father was human—and the one person who hurt him the most. Human weakness compared to wolves seems like a disguise now. He wants to attack them, although he knows he shouldn't. Our shadows are just reflections of our deepest feelings. No logic, no restraint, that's what he would like to do the most."

Matthew let out a surprised breath. Deep-seated desire to rip humans to shreds...yeah, even Matt wasn't that far gone. He was mostly angry at himself—at his shadow, not at others.

The knot in his stomach eased at the idea. No, they weren't that similar. Matthew wasn't that close to dying. Even if his control or rather, his relationship with his shadow, was actually worse than Rip's, their problems weren't identical.

Matthew could help with something like that much more than he could help with something he suffered from too.

His muscles unlocked and he slumped down, not realizing until then how rigidly he held himself together. He was sprawled over Isaiah like a puppet cut from its strings.

Isaiah let out a quiet but long exhale, leaning his head back. One hand went to Matthew's shoulder, while the other petted his hair absent-mindedly.

His shadow began to recede.

[alfiely-art]

FINISHED ACT 2!!!! I promise I'm taking my time

Act 1 live reaction here

Here are notes I took while reading!!!

Hi vagabond fella… you're cute

Huh. So the world ended. Okay

Happy birthday john, you fucked up!!!! My god!!!!

Oh interesting… wonder if the kernel will come back later

I like this sprite lmaoooo silly guy

“It's a long way down” Hey. Hey wait a sec. Isn't that deltarune

HEY THE BUNNY WHERE DID IT GO

Bro Rose probably thinks you're dead lmfaooooo

House trapped. LIKE THE TITLE HOMESTUCK DO U GET IT

Am I supposed to ignore the Stop Scurrying button btw. He will scurry to my hearts content

HEY WHERES DAD.

“Would you like to play a game?” C…caliborn….? :3

We scurried until we couldn't scurry anymore

Aw he's scared :( WALK ACROSS IT ur fine…

A voice?? Is it the blue text. The sprite

OMG ITS THE VAGABOND!!!!

Sorry rose I'm not reading allat

So wait. Did the game cause the meteors or is it just saving people from them. Why was there no warning

Betty crocker is born /j

Nvm sprite said No <3

NOT NANNAS ASHESSSSS LMAOOOO

“Hoo-hoo-hoo” HEY I SAW CALIBORN GIGGLE LIKE THAT IN A FIC. I know the Striders have more to do with Caliborn but let me reach

OH its the sprite

Dave. Honey. Nows not the time for your rap

Which admittedly has fun rhymes

AW FLUCK IT

Dave what are you yapping about

THE FUCKIHG CAR OH MY GOD

DAVE OH MY GOD HOW ARE YOU STILL GOING

Fluthlu… I love you

I'm not even gonna try to spell that but I like the other squid octopus creature as well

Oglogoth… goth !!!!

Hey wait. The horror terrors are part of sburb. Is the game influenced by their lives and interests. Like. Deltarune

OH PSYCHE!!! hi Dave

Sword!!!!!!

Wow your room is really mHEY I KNOW THOSE GUYS. THATS THE FELT GUYS. SQUAREWAVE AND RHE OTHER ROBOT. I KNOW THOSE ONES!!!!! OHHHHHH

Bleat like a goat and piss on your turntable

Oh Dave. Oh Dave

Hey wait is this earlier in the day.

Okay this is definitely earlier in the day

Aw. He doesn't wanna make satire of the sburb review

FUCK IM FALLING DOWN ALL THESE STAIRS……

Is that. John's hand???? what the fuck is happening in midnight crew

Flagrant Homosexuality

YOU CANT BE SAYING THAT WHITE BABY (I was told that they use slurs, slur count 2!!!!)

Her life depends on you playing that game Dave

Ewwww what's the shit under the door

It's okay Dave piss probably isn't that bad. It's also probably Apple juice You're fine

HE GOT PISS/JUICE ON HIS TURNTABLES NOOOOOO

. They're gonna fly out the window

OH MY GOD BIRD NO

Wait. Davesprite is a bird with a sword in him. Omg is that bird the beginning of Davesprite omg!!!!

Wizard

Rose and her mom are fucking weird

MOM!!!!!

Hardcore parkour

Jade be telling the future…. Why can she do that

LIL CAL MENTION

NARRATOR YOU CANT BE SAYING THAT (slur count: 3)

Ironic Indulgence

Btw. Are you able to. Win the strifes. I'm so confused

“Fine, you'll interrupt your reading and turn around, but you don't see what could possibly be so oh my god it's a monster.” Hi this is absolute gold this is how I type

John died :(

Yay he's alive!!!

YOOOOO SICKKKK AFFFFF MOVE

John is such a nerd I love him

JASPERS NOOO

Hi Nanna harlequin sprite

Dave is very suddenly creeped out by the puppets, okay. Don't diss Lil cal bro

Baked good hater for Life!!! Also I am just like John I have absolutely no idea what Nannasprite was talking about. We r along for the ride

HUMAN ETIQUETTE WOOOO I NEED THAY BOOK

Jade why do you know all this stuff

Haha Dave's an emoji

IS THAT A DRIPPED OUT SLAPPY

HI CAL HI BABYGIRL !!!! I like Cal he's the man

Sweet Bro n Hella Jeff is. I

Cals eyes are so shiny

HAHAHAHAH JOHN MADE A SWEET BRO AND HELLA JEFF REFERENCE. I can't

U and me both Rose. We Are giggling

John died again

What the fuck is happening at Dave's house

ROSE RAP ROSE RAP

WHSJSHSJSH THE LITTLE IMP????

What the fuck is happening

I WANT TO PLAY A GAME is this a caliborn reference. Anyway uhhh Bro is kinda weird what's going on with him

Why does he have a camera in the saw guy figurine. Bro. What's uh up with you

BRO REALLY IS A NINJA…. Whys he jusy moving Cal around

Dave. I know you said your Bro is awesome but I think he's just really weird. He's silly

I do think it's interesting. John doesn't like his dad even though his dad is great (worst thing is he ignores that his kid doesn't like betty crocker goods). Rose hates her mom, but.. for like, the wrong reasons?? Like yeah her mom’s an alcoholic and seems neglectful but she doesn't seem to do the Irony shit Rose says she does. And then Dave seems to think Bro is the absolute best even though. This is not a great situation. I wonder what Jade's family is like

Also John and Rose avoid their parents but Dave's Bro seems to avoid Dave. interesting

Anyway POOR DAVE HE GOT SMOOSHED

Hey that letter is the same as the one in the trans dirk comic I saw :0

NOOO I WANTED TO SEE BRO

Yoooo John that's a cool weapon actually

That's a big boy right there what a big boy

ROSE THE FIRE ITS AT UR WINDOW

YO WAS THAT SILHOUETTE JADE?!?!?! JADE YAAA

Big boy!!!!!!

HEY I WAS INVESTED IN SEEING JOHN FIGHT. Oh at least we can see Bro. Wait how's Rose

??? JADE???

OOP NOPE. VAGABOND

What the fuck is happening I

vagabond is so silly I like him

Hey guys I think a king hurt vagabond. Just a guess. Probably reaching idk /j

VAGABOND PISS SCENE ?!?!?! YIPPEE!!!

Oh nvm. Btw can we get this guy a burger

HES SO HAPPY OVER THE. idk what that is DANGANRONPA BLOOD IN A CAN!!!!!!

HEY WHAT THE FUCK ARE ON THESE SCREENS BTW. Wait I'm shouting so much. But what the fuck. Dave has his sprite??? Yay???? I thought he was gonna fight Bro??? What happened to Lil Cal???

Hey isn't that Jade's symbol on the pumpkin

Yooo that's such a cool cutscene actuHUH HOW IS IT THE END OF THE ACT AGAIN

The frick….

Anyway. Thoughts: I like Vagabond. Jade is mysterious. Dave gay. Bro creepy. Someone pls save Rose. John you gotta put your big boy pants on and fight those ogres. Good act!!! idk why people say the pre-trolls stuff is boring I'm enjoying myself

[pillarsalt]

hi Im the same ex transmasc anon who sent you that aask about rhe tumblr ban thing, I did a lot of reading without forcing myself away this time. (I used to look at radblr sometimes bc I got curious, but when it started making too much sense i would make myself stop reading and tell myself I was being manipulated and try to forget about it..looking back that probably wasnt normal haha,)

I have mixed feelings tho. I don’t regret looking closer, the amount of sexism in the trans community was horrible. I think even radfems don’t understand how bad it was because it was all subtle styff. But seeing it constantly irl and online was terrible for me as a female. It gave me so much internalized misogyny, it made me hate myself and I felt worthless and stupid! and whiny! and annoying! all the time!! unless I was able to be perceived as a man. I felt like I had to be a man to have any respect in the community. I remember being so amazed to see abortion be covered by trans people I followed in even a reblog because it was the first time I saw people in the community talk about female issues at all. Even then it was covered with disclaimers and terfs DNI banners. male,opinions were always prioritized.

I thought this was dysphoria and a sign I was really a man. then I started reading radfem things and its like that feeling instantly lifted. I felt respected, listened to, even though I wasn’t speaking. It was also like all this stuff I’d internalized from being female, all the trauma around sex based oppression, was actually being addressed. in trans circles you get called a terf for acknowledging females face any kind of oppression (they acknowledge sex when it’s to talk about how hard male loneliness is on young trans women, and how the incel to trans woman pipeline happens, though…)

but the reason I have mixed feelings is bc I now feel….dumb? And afraid. And angry. I spend well over a decade being part of this community, half my friends are in the community, I’ve been trans since I was 9. My typings not the best… dyslexia sucks lol. But I like to think I’m smart. Now I don’t know,

And it makes me think totally different of these people I saw as progressive cis male allies, who were so loud about trans rights and hating JKR and terfs. Now they just feel like the same flavor of anti-feminist man I hate.

And the community is so huge and it’s so widely accepted and I don’t know how to deal!

But I am happy to be a woman now. In a healthy way I haven’t been for a long time. thats all that matters.

I'm sorry for everything you were put through. Many girls and women have been sucked into this thinking it will provide a solution for their distress at the social ramifications of the body they're born in, only for more people, namely men, to take advantage of their distress and gain power over them. As you mentioned, even "cis" men get in on the action when they justify intimidating and threatening women with violence in response to perceived transphobia. It's a terrible situation to be in. Made worse when you can't openly talk about with people you're close to for fear of alienating them.

I think you should give yourself more credit. You ARE smart. You questioned what you were told was never allowed to be questioned and realized you were being misled. And what you said about trying to make yourself forget the realizations you've had, that is normal. It's a difficult and scary thing to hold opinions that conflict with those of the majority of your peers. I think it's like the climax of cognitive dissonance -- when what you know is true clashes so hard against what you want to believe, you find it impossible to justify anymore, so you just resort to pretending you never learned the information in the first place. Been there.

I'm just being a stereotype now, but there's a classic Dworkin quote for this:

"Many women, I think, resist feminism because it is an agony to be fully conscious of the brutal misogyny which permeates culture, society, and all personal relationships."

Anyway my point is, don't beat yourself up. I'm really happy to read that you're accepting your womanhood, it's a hard journey but it's worth it to have a good relationship with yourself. And in my experience (at the sage and wisened age of 25) that it gets easier as you get older. You work through mistakes, and that prepares you to handle the next mistake better. You're right, your health and happiness is all that matters, keep striving for that and it will steer you right.

I wanted to give you some reading recommendations, you mentioned you have dyslexia but I believe these two are available in audiobook form if that's up your alley:

Delusions of Gender: How Our Minds, Society, and Neurosexism Create Difference by Cordelia Fine

Invisible Women: Exposing Data Bias in a World Designed for Men by Caroline Criado Perez

There are tons more great books on feminism but these two are my go-tos for hard facts on gender, socialization, and the systematic discrimination against women worldwide through biases that are built into society.

Well uh; TLDR thanks for gracing my inbox, anon :) Hope you keep well.

[whois-jess]

Hi, I see you accept request. Well, I wanted to request a Rhea Ripley x Fem! Reader in which reader loses her pandora bracelet before to go to a party and she's desperated because that bracelet is so important to her (I have one myself and I could literally die if I lost it because it's very expensive and I put so much effort in collection charms and I'm still working hard to fill it all up) and Rhea helps her to look for it all over their apartment.

Pandora Bracelet

Rhea Ripley x fem!Reader

Hope you enjoy <3

I was getting ready for party some wrestlers were throwing just to have a good time, i was in me and Rheas bedroom at the vanity table in my navy dress and black heels finishing up some light makeup when i realized i forgot to put my special Pandora bracelet back on, i put my makeup away and looked on the vanity table for my bracelet but i couldn't see it anywhere so i checked the bathroom, nope not there either.

"Rhea!" I shouted as she was in the bathroom getting ready "yes love!" I heard her shout back "come here i need you!" I didn't hear a reply but i saw her enter the room "what's up love" she asks hugging me from behind "i can't find my bracelet Rhea" i say looking up at her "y/n we have to go soon we will look for it later" she smiles at me "Rhea you know how important that bracelet is to me its expensive as well" i complain, i got that bracelet myself but my nan would always buy me charms for it but sadly she died a few years back and it always reminded me of her "okay love we will look for it" she says letting me go "where have you looked" she asked "vanity and bathroom" i reply going over to my side of the bed to start looking to see if a dropped it, i knelt on the floor when a felt a stinging pain on my ass i look up to see Rhea smiling down at me "sorry could help it you look good in that dress" i let out a tiny laugh trying to be annoyed and went back to looking as did Rhea.

After awhile of looking i walked into the living room where Rhea was "found it?" She asked "no" i huffed getting upset that we haven't found it, i gussed Rhea picked up on this as she walked over pulling me into a hug "its here somewhere baby" she said stroking my hair as all i could smell was her perfume calming me down a bit i felt her kiss the top of my head letting me go so she could see my face i looked up into her blue eyes she was smiling at me her thumb stroking my cheek "yeah your right" i said smiling back at her "lets do one more look over before we have to go" she lets go of me as she walks over to our kitchen looking everywhere as i walk over to our second bathroom seeing if i left it in here.

I moved the towels in the bathroom the toothbrushes, toothpaste, our skin care, head bands and nothing i was stressing about it at this point and to be honest i almost started to cry, i knew it was silly to cry over a bracelet but to me it was the last thing i had of my nan and she was like my best friend when she was alive and not to mention how much it costs. I walked back into the living room seeing barry and luna and the sofa laying down on their blanket looking at me, i say beside them petting them "hi babys you okay" I say knowing they wont reply when i saw Rhea walk in "no luck?" I ask and she shakes her head "how could one bracelet vanish" i say standing up brushing my dress "i have no idea baby" Rhea says wrapping an arm around me "i am sorry love" she saus kissing my forehead gently "its okay its not your fault" i say smiling at her.

Barry walks over to us from his stop on the sofa jumping at Rheas legs "what big boy" she said stroking his head, i look down at him them at luna "baby you don't think they took it?" I ask looking at her as she stops Barry "check their beds if not its a trip to the vets" she says as i walk to their beds my heels tapping on the floor, i bend down looking at thier beds seeing nothing "nothing Rhe" i say and the thinks for a second "look under" she says as Barry tries to get her attention Luna stays laydown looking on at what's happening "alright" i lift Lunas bed to see nothing them i lift Barrys to see my Pandora bracelet sitting there "Found it!" I say with happiness putting it on "Barry what were you doing with it silly boy" i say petting his face then giving Luna some love "We should go now we are a bit late" Rhea smiles at me "yeah we should" i say kissing her cheek as i get my bag and keys and she does the same "ready now?" Rhea asks "yes" i smile holding her hand and place a gentle kiss on her lips before we leave for the night.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Lip/Reader/Carmy where babysitting turns into roommates for life.

You were Lip's bff with benefits, and now years later after both going your own way you're with Carmy. Very low key still, just kisses and cuddles.

You and Carmy made your way back home, he'd walk you to your apartment before turning back one block to his. On the way you pass the bar street where you almost get hit by a guy being thown out of the bar. "Hey go fuck yourself!"

You froze and turned around, immediately jogging up to the source of the cursinf you knew all too well. "Carmy help me keep him upright." He complies and helps the stranger while you grab his face in your hands to make him look at you. "Hey, calm down please?" Your voice caught his attention and he quickly stopped (barely) struggling against Carmy's grip. "Hey Lip. This is Carmen." You gesture at your boyfriend. "We're taking you to his place, I'll be there too and you're gonna sleep off whatever you got going on."

You and Carmy watched over Lip through the night, you talked about your past with with him. Whwn Lip woke in the morning, Carmen was the one who gave him something for the hangover as they introduced themselves while you showered.

Babysitting Lip while he got rid of his hangover turned into you quickly and officially moving into Carmen's place and cashing in a week's worth of vacation days while Carmen made sure all alcoholic beverages were taken back to his restaurant and his meds were there too in case Lip would have a bad day and try something. He knew all about it so he took all the precautions he knew about. You had told him all about Lip's past and saw his younger self during his New York days. The two guys started to appriciate each other fairly quickly, even though Carmen was still very wary due to the history you have with Lip, especially when he came home and found him asleep on rhe couch with his head in your lap. He only walked over to you after you gave him the big, sad puppydog eyes and held your hands up asking for a hug. You managed to grab onto his face and pull him in for a 'There is nothing to worry about here' type of kiss.

Sober Lip was a nice addition to your home. He had been staying with you for a while now, not trusting himself enough to be alone and seriously debated asking to stay. He'd chip in for rent and groceries, clean, whatever it took.

So you three sat down one night to talk. Both the boys respected what you were, and are to the other and agreed to all living together and respect all set boundaries. Lip had the spare room cleared out for himself and everything else was shared.

By this time you and Carmy still never slept together. One evening getting into a rather ..personal and intimate conversation that Lip accidentally overheard. The next day he carefully mentioned it to Carmy when you were showering, offering his advice and knowledge on the topic of pleasing you. "How about I show you? Tonight, I've seen your bed, it's big enough for us three."

And that's how you ended up naked in your bed with your two gorgeous, amazing boys, completely fucked out and happy. That's also the night you three started sharing one bed every night.

[kaptainkoalaoshiz]

Whil writing God's Little Emperor, I've of course been reading fics and posts on bith twitter and Tumblr, one of which was about Hong Jing potentially ousting Meng Mo while he's hitching a ride with Binghe.

In the post, it talked about how Shen Qingqiu totally forgot about it for the reason of Hong Jing being talked about maybe once as a "Cang Qiong Mountain Sect relic" and vaguely described as reacting to demons/demonic possession. We've seen the other peak lords use it with Shen Qingqiu to try and tell if he'd been possessed (and fortunately not reacting), and there's no mention of it ever reacting to Meng Mo being inside Luo Binghe when he went to get Zheng Yuang.

Another fic I've been reading and loving is "why destroy the world when I can get baba kisses" (or something really close, I'm sorry for forgetting the title..!) and Xin Mo reacting to Shang Qinghua and seeing it as his god/father. Hong Jing, being a spiritual weapon, may have a similar "soul" and reaction, but more subdued. He's the older kid, the very filial one that has learned to reign in its behavior not to cause trouble for his baba. Obeying him when he asks for favors is the most it could do for creating it, even if it means letting a demon inside the rhe sect. After all, baba knows best.

On the other, other hand, what if Bing-di saw Shang Qinghua (who he, at this point, have a very complicated relationship with) laughing and being buddy/very close to Wei Qingwei and that sparks.. something. Something he doesn't realize is jealousy. He sees the way Shang Qinghua looks at his shixiong, at the muscles and the way WQW is taller& bigger and .. is that Shishu's taste?

(that's a big can of worms waiting to burst open.)

[lumagarden]

DRS2 PT2 THEORIES

im prob Very wrong but i want to write my thoughts!!

here r the semi-obvious

- kai and bonzle will somehow be brought back

- i think this season arin will find our what sora did and then also get mad at wildfyre for keepinf hwr swcret (this is where it gets a little less likely: i think he’ll run off or something (?) and gwt in some trouble)

- we’ll probably find out abt kais vision

non-obvious and Are my theories

- COLE X GEO CANON 😁!! someone said someone was getting a boyfriend this season (and now i assume its pt2 or it was just a rumor and ir wont come true st all) and i hope… they kith…. but tbh jaya dont even kiss that often so. prob not

- i dont think jaya will meet Yet.. but i think one of the ninja will find jay

- i think MAYBW arin will be able to do spinjitsu on an object like consciously—by the end hopefully??

- i Kind of hope that lloyd kinda goes crazy looking for kai liks. rlly troubked by the grief n stuff

- one of the ninja WILL turn evil i know it and i want ro say jay gets found and manipulated by lord ras or someone and then joins him based on the s2 figurine leaks but IDK

- i fhink they’ll find pixal!!! it would make sense maybw. if not this next part def the next one

- perchance cole learns the rising dragon thingy??

- i think egalts going to die sorry if not this next part the next one but it makes more sense for it to be at the end of this season

- i also feel like if egalt DOES die we’ll get a full scene of what wildfyre saw in her vision bc it wasnt like completwly touched upon and hers and kais r the only ones we didnt see at all (hers was mentioned tho so idk)

- i think lloyds visions might predict like. the next season or somerhing… (and he’ll continue having visions) also something will happen w him and rhe source dragons IDK WHAT but something

this is just what i Want/dont want to happen

- PLEASE if wildfyre gets a boyfriend i will throw myself off a cliff im so serious. she does NOT need a bf (she needs a gf)

- *rocking back and forth in my straitjacket* lostshipping.. lostshipping…

- fully evil jay or arin/lloyd sorry yall

- one of them have to put on the masks and turn fully evil I NEED IT i got a taste of it from pt1 and it wasnt ENOUGH

- this is unrelated to the show kind of but if lego doesnt release a mr frohicky plush i will go to the headquarters and ask for it myself

thats all i got thank u for reading

[russellsppttemplates]

All the kids having huge meltdowns because they wanted to build homes for the bees with uncle Seb too!

Tw: mentions allergy to bee stings

How could uncle Seb not invite them to his activity? I mean, it involved painting and drawing and being around uncle Seb? Obviously, the kids had a meltdown, but luckily, their mothers know just how to save the day (after many cries and arguments with little ones, which can honestly be the trickiest ones one can face).

Gasly household

In the Gasly household, the kids were all getting ready to make their own bee homes, "Papa had hay in the video, mama! We need hay!", Alexandre called for you, making you write the word on the paper, "so, so far we have hay and wood rolls? What are wood rolls, darling?", you asked your oldest, recognising his scribble, "they had it in the video, mama, so I'm sure papa will let us know what to do with them", Louis simply stated, "do you think we should ask him though? He didn't ask us to go with him", Alexandre said, "it's only fair we do this alone", he stated.

"NO!", Élodie declared, "papa was there with uncle Seb, so he knows how to do it, we can do it with him", her protective side came out, willing to do anything as long as her father was with her, "Oh, we could also paint them all colourful!", Louis announced, that way even Celeste can help!", he pointed out, smiling at his brilliant idea.

"Figures your brother would be the one to have the idea where the four of you get covered in paint from head to toe", you tapped Celeste's nose, earning a giggle from the little girl attached to your hip.

Schumacher household

"I wanted to be there, too! I want to see the bees happy in their new homes! Can we go there and see them?", Sebastian asked, looking at the photos you were showing on the iPad, hopeful. Chuckling, you brushed his hair, "maybe now it's not the best idea, my love. You remember how the last time you got stung by one and your hand got really big?", you recalled, "yeah, because of my allergy?", he struggled the last word out, "yes, my love", you confirmed.

Russell household

"Still, mama! Just because my body gets angry when they bite me, it doesn't mean that they don't get a comfy house to live in and that I couldn't help", he reasoned with you, sitting on your lap, "I know, Seb. You're too pure for this world", you kissed his head, "maybe we can get papa and uncle seb to give us a tour if we go next year, or maybe he can build one somewhere else", you suggested, "mama, can I have your phone, please? I'm going to text uncle Seb to see if he wants to build another bee neighbourhood!", Aurora excitedly said.

Angie has an encounter with a bee

"I hope he invites us next time, but I understand that it was very far away", Olivia said as she looked at the shopping list, "Oh, mummy, daddy told me they put some boxes in there, like these ones. But his boxes had holes in them", she pouted, facing the first hurdle in building a home for the bees.

"We can make holes with the drill!", Arthur suggested, "I saw grandpa do it once, I can do it!", he said excitedly.

"I think it's best if we leave it do daddy when he comes back, okay? I can attempt at it, but none of your little hands are going near the drill, okay? It's bad enough you're trusting me to build this before daddy gets back", you looked around the shop, hoping to find rhe easiest way to this craft project.

"We need to show daddy we can do it on our own, so he won't think we didn't like that we were not invited", Olivia stated, grabbing some wood glue, "but you cried when you saw uncle Seb and daddy on the TV", Arthur pointed out, "daddy doesn't need to know that".

Ricciardo household

"Do you want to make one too, daddy?", Sophia asked, cuddling up to Daniel as they watched Natalie report about the event Sebastian had organised, seeing some familiar faces she recognised from the races, particularly Sebastian, Max, Lando, Yuki and Charles, and of course, Natalie herself, "That's a great idea, bug", he smiled, already planning their afternoon together.

"I know you're sad because you're not doing this with your friends and uncle Seb", Sophia said as she painted what looked like a rainbow on her side of the wooden material, "hey, Soph", he set his brush down and helped his daughter sit on his lap, "you're the best company I could ever have, besides, I think uncle Seb is the one who's losing here. I mean, look at this work of art", he pointed to their whole set up, "our bees while be really happy here, too", he kissed the top of her head.

"It's prettier than the one uncle Max made, that's for sure, but it's not like it's a difficult thing for it to be better than his", Sophia added, grabbing her brush again and dipping it in the purple paint Daniel mixed for her.

Leclerc household

"Why is Amélie inside and not here with us?", Thomas asked, not understanding why his sister preferred to stay inside sitting on the sofa while her brothers painted bees on the wooden material.

"She's upset still, I think", you explained, seeing Hervé swirl the brush around his cup of water to clean it, "you know, I don't think he didn't invite us because he didn't want us there. I mean, there would be a lot of people", your eldest offered, "I'm sure he didn't mean it to be a hurtful thing", he concluded, "I'm sure it wasn't, uncle Sebastian wouldn't do anything to purposefully hurt you. You're right, imagine if everyone else was also there, uncle Pierre alone has four kids!", you exclaimed, hearing little footsteps approach you.

"I'm done!", Amélie announced, "You're done what, chérie?", you wondered, "I'm done being mad at uncle Sebastian, mama. I want to paint one too! And it's going to be really pretty and then we can send it to uncle Sebastian so he can use it too!", she smiled, her temper turning around from her meltdown just half an hour before, "so you're not going to tell uncle Seb that he can't do those things anymore?", Hervé joked at her earlier conversation, stating her "punishment" for whenever she first saw the German driver, "I will, but I will show him my painting so he knows I'm not too mad at him".

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