#I don't know what possessed me to write this

[anachronismstellar]

May I suggest a lady beast peak lord (handles beasts of burden and livestock + whatever the fuck LQQ drags home that's still alive) for the achievement ?? Possibly with the name Wu Qingfang?

And here we are, welcome my friend to the possession of Airplane, we can't escape him and he can't stop mixing up his peak lords, apparently DUSHSKDJSKD

And the moment I've seen your ask I fell in love with her aaaaa a woman that takes no shit from all the other lords PLUS can handle Liu-shidi nonsense? HELL YESS HERE WE GO

BTW thank you for her lovely name! :D I hope you like her as much as I enjoyed writing this!

Another thanks to everyone in this post that helped me with the name for the Long-Leg Kicking Pouch Hare creature, you guys are amazing! ❤️

The peak name I've borrowed from @00janeblonde's fanfic FAQ that you can find here!

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One curious thing that might pass unnoticed by many was the proximity of An Ding peak with Ling You peak. After all, there was no logistics without the transportation, and there was no transportation without animals to pull carriages.

There was also the feeding of the entire Sect. All the dairy, the eggs, and the meat were under Ling You peak responsibility, while the logistics to who sent what fell under An Ding scope.

So Shang Qinghua walking around Ling You peak was a pretty common sight, especially when he had to bring a gift or another when one of the An Ding disciples fucked up a delivery.

It was one of those days, apparently, because Wu Qingfang had barely set foot outside her private quarters when Shang Qinghua turned up on her path, a pile of paper in one hand, a basket on the other, the suspicious smell of honey filling the air, making her stomach grumble.

"What did you do?" she didn't hesitate to pass by him. She had spent the past night organizing a hunt to find a batch of goats that had escaped their sheds after a disciple with their head on the clouds had left the latch lose, she was not in the mood for more trouble.

"Can't a Shixiong visit his favorite Shimei?" he turned on his heels to follow her, making the pressure on Wu Qingfang's head get tighter. Whatever it was, it was bad for him to bring bribes so soon in their little game.

"Oh please," she sent him a glare over her shoulder. "Everyone knows your favorite is Mu Qingfang, don't play coy with me."

"Okay, yes, he is my favorite shidi, but you are my favorite shimei!" he insisted and with quick steps they were walking shoulder to shoulder, the basket filled with sweets being swigged back and forth in front of her. "Wu-shimei please, I swear is not that bad, I just need to send a carriage to Hua Hua palace-"

"Hua Hua- Why?!" The sound of her shoes scraping the ground was too loud for the soft morning, but she couldn't help to turn around and stare at him in surprise. A tripe long like that would take weeks to prepare! "What could you possibly want with those people?!"

And she hated that it kinda worked when he blinked his big brown eyes at her, pulling back the cloth covering the basket, the sweet scent of melon making her mouth water. She squinted her eyes at him, too stubborn to let him win so quickly. Especially when the last time Shang-Shixiong had pulled a stunt like that, she had lost three good horses.

"A little bird told me that they got their hands on a very rare flower, and I need it for Shen-Shixiong-"

"Oh I see how it is," she rolled her eyes, turning her back to him again to keep walking to her office. "You fucked up and now you want my help to get back on his good graces."

"Shimei, pleaseee," he whined, pouting so hard it was a miracle his lips didn't get stuck like that. "I miss our go games and I even don't know why he's so angry at me!"

She snorted in the most unlady manner, rolling her eyes. She knew damn well what he did, in fact the entire Sect did. Or better, who he did. But if Shang-Shixiong was going to play coy, she wasn't going to be the one to burst his bubble. And with a glint in her eyes she took a sharp turn to the left, away from the main building. He wanted to pull this nonsense on her? Fine. He might as well fight for it and help her take care of a very special animal first.

They arrived at the stables after a few minutes of walking and Shang-Shixiong whining about his very hard life. Wu Qingfang ignored it all, taking the papers and basket from his hands to shove an apron on his arms, feeling a little smug to see him fumble to not make it fall on the ground.

"I'll think about it, first you have to help me with her," she said as she pointed her thumb at the last stall where a huge form laid on its side. It was one of the few stalls that had iron bars all over, looking more like a cage.

"Uh." Shang Qinghua took a cautionary step back when he noticed the huge beast behind bars, a nervous chuckle escaping his throat. "What- what is that?"

The that in question had the form of a huge hare, the size of at least two tall men when standing on its feet. It could run on his lower legs and use its upper paws to punch and attack. It was a ferocious thing with poisonous fangs and claws, with a thick fur that shined brown during spring and pure white during winter.

It was one of the most beautiful beasts Wu Qingfang had ever seen, and she wished she could hug it until it made noise.

"Oh she is a Long-Leg Kicking Pouch Hare!" she said after a quick pause to decide where put Shang-Shixiong's things, dropping it on top of a block of hay before grabbing an apron for herself. "Liu-shidi said that she attacked him on his last hunt, but she was already too hurt. So he brought her to me to see if I could help."

"I-Is it safe for her to be here?!" Shang Qinghua squeaked, hiding behind one of the empty stalls.

"Oh, dont be silly, she's sweetheart!" Wu Qingfang gushed as she opened the stall, pulling Shang-Shixiong by his wrist. "Come, she's still sleeping from last night meds, and I need to change her wrappings."

He stared at her as if she had gone mad. She didn't mind thought, she knew that the only other peak lord that shared her enthusiasm for animals was Liu-shidi.

With needles ready, she let go of Shang Qinghua to puncture the beast in the right places to keep her sleeping. After that was just a matter of checking vitals, cleaning up her wounds, and applying some salve. By the look on her belly, she might have a litter soon, so Wu Qingfang wanted to release her before she gave birth, or the little stall would be too cramped. Not to mention how protective the mother would become, too dangerous to be kept.

Surprisingly enough, when he realized the Kicking Hare wasn't going to wake up and eat him, Shang Qinghua was really helpful. He wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty, only making a funny face when the Hare's belly moved when the babies adjusted themselves.

They worked quickly, and in no time Kicking Hare was all wrapped up in clean bandages, the soft smell of salve mixing up with alcohol and wet fur. They put the aprons away, and Wu Qingfang was satisfied enough with Shang Qinghua's help to consider his request. And she was ready to get her sweets and tell him that she would help him with Shen-Shixiong bad humor when-

A loud noise of something extremely heavy hitting the ground reached them both making the stable walls tremble, followed by a grunt that Wu Qingfang would recognize anywhere.

They stepped outside to meet Liu Qingge next to a huge type of lizard, covered in dirt and blood.

Wu Qingfang didn't even blink. After Shang Qinghua, Liu Qingge was the other peak lord that would barge into Ling You peak as if it were his second house, but for entirely different reasons. Usually involving huge monsters laying dead in front of Wu Qingfang's doors, ready to be butchered and harvested. Or, like Long-Leg Kicking Pouch Hare, he would bring life beasts, creatures that gained his respect for being good fighters. And Wu Qingfang would care for each of them before setting them back to freedom.

Interestingly though, she didn't remember any other occasion when they have met each other in her peak. Which meant she had never seen them interacting outside peak meetings before. Not to say she couldn't notice how hard Liu-shidi was blushing, doing his best to fix his ponytail, while Shang-Shixiong looked at him from head to toe, his qi warming up the air around him.

Men, as subtle as a thunder hippo in a storm.

"Shidi," she stepped in front of the War God, forcing him to look at her. "What brings you here so soon?"

Having being snapped from whatever was his glaring contest with Shang-Shixiong, he went back to his practical self, hands on his back with feet parallel to his shoulders in a ready stance.

"I came here to deliver my last hunt and request Wu-shijie to lend me her tools so I can clean it up."

"Is that a Southern Fire Komodo?" Shang Qinghua approached the creature, staying a good few steps away from it just in case. Although it looked pretty dead by the pool of bright blue blood coagulating around it.

Apparently Liu-shidi was able to control himself this time, only his very visible ears turning beet red as he shuffled his feet. Still he made himself nod at Shang-Shixiong's question, then going on to explain what were his plans for the skin and the meat. It never ceased to amuse Wu Qingfang how Liu-shidi would eat everything he hunted down, at least once.

It gave Mu Qingfang several white hairs, so it made her giggle a little too much.

"- and for the bones I was thinking of using it to craft into a staff. They're very strong."

"You should give some to Wei-Shixiong, I bet he could carve a nice handle for a sword out of it."

"I hate to interrupt the flow of ideas, Shixiong, Shidi, but to make it all happen, first you have to harvest it," and she was being sincere about it, the past minutes have been fascinating to watch Shang-Shixiong get closer and closer to Liu-Shidi as the War God puffed out his chest like a proud bird showing off his catch. "Come, Shidi, I wasn't expecting you, so I have to see if Wen Rong has finished using my knives."

"I better get going then," Shang Qinghua turned to give her a little bow, batting his eyelashes at her one last time. "Will shimei consider my request?"

"I'll return your basket with my answer, Shixiong," she smiled sweetly at him, going to join Liu-shidi who was already a few steps ahead.

The sound of hissing made the three peak lords freeze, and the sound of whipping made them jump into action, hands going to their swords. But even on the brink of death, the Komodo creature was faster than lightning, using its tail to sweep at the cultivators with vengeance.

Actually, sweep at Shang Qinghua, the one close enough to be hit by it.

The following seconds seemed to pass as if they were under a slowing spell. There was a whizz on Wu Qingfang's ears as Shang Qinghua jumped on his sword to fly over the Komodo's tail. When she thought she would be able to catch her breath, Shang Qinghua grabbed the handle of his blade, twisting his body in a flurry of fabric, using his weight to stab the creature right on its belly. Blood splattered everywhere, painting yellow An Ding robes in electric blue as Shang Qinghua dragged his sword all the way to the Komodo's neck, the warm stank of viscera hanging in the air.

"Holy shit," she heard Liu-shidi mumble next to her, snapping her out of her surprise.

"Shixiong!" She screamed as she rushed towards him, almost slipping on all the blood. "Shixiong are you okay?!"

"I'm fine!" the squeak came from somewhere next to the head of the beast, so Wu Qingfang went around the mess to avoid dirtying herself as well. She found him lying on the ground, an arm covering his face while his other hand grasped firmly on his sword, the blade so deep inside the creature she could barely see the handle.

"Shidi! Go call Mu Qingfang-"

"Nooo!" he went to pull her robes, cursing as he realized that he had messed up her clothes. "Shimei, no, please, I'm fine, promise!" and to prove his point he stood up in a quick jump, giving her a twirl. "See? Nothing broken, not even a scratch! Please don't bother Mu-shidi, please?"

And once again he blinked his big brown eyes, and even though he was drenched in blood, she couldn't help but sigh.

"So uh..." Liu-shidi said after cleaning up his throat, pulling their attention to him. "Should I call Mu Qingfang or...?"

And in a snap of fingers, Shang Qinghua took over the situation, putting himself between Wu Qingfang and Liu Qingge.

"No need, no need, Liu-shidi. Why don't you go fetch Wu-shimei's head disciple to grab her knives and take care of this mess?" He said as he put his hand on Liu Qingge's lower back, gently moving him away from them. "I'm fine, Wu-shimei will let me clean up and she will keep an eye on me, won't you, shimei?"

She seriously considered shoving him back on the puddle of blood, just for putting her on the spot like this. But she apparently had a case of weak knees when Shang-Shixiong dropped his voice all honey sweet.

She couldn't let him find out or she would be in serious trouble.

"Right, please Liu-shidi, go talk to Wen Rong, he will help you. I'll take care of Shang-Shixiong in case the blood has any poison."

Shang Qinghua kept nodding his head like a silly doll but lowered his voice to mumble something on Liu Qingge's ear along the lines of "I'll teach you later." Wu Qingfang couldn't see Liu-shidi's face, but she could see the back of his neck red as peppers.

"Shixiong," she called with a wave of her hand, pausing only to get his things left in the stables to guide him towards her private quarters. On the way, she pulled a disciple to request a bath and clean clothes.

It took a few minutes to get everything ready, time that she used to examine Shang Qinghua's eyes and tongue, checking for any signs of poisoning. She found nothing, but better safe than sorry.

"You bath is ready, go," she gently shoved him to the next room. "The clothes are there as well, if you feel anything scream. Understood?"

"Yes, shimei," he said with a smile over his shoulder. Then it was a game of waiting, with Wu Qingfang pretending not to be worried sick while Shang Qinghua took his sweet time. To occupy herself, she went over her cabinets for all types of antidotes she could find, on top of requesting at least three types of tea. It wouldn't hurt to be prepared.

Honestly, she was about to bust into the room property be damned when he finally stepped out.

She had misjudged his size entirely. The robes were too small, the fabric taut over his shoulders, the tight sleeves of her peak uniform showing off strong arms capable of carrying weights upon weights all day. No wonder his sword had cut thick scaly skin like butter.

She refused to lower her gaze to his legs, forcing herself to stare at his face framed by his wavy hair. She had only seen it down at formal peak meetings, even so the strands had been pulled away from his face.

He looked younger like this. Softer.

"This Shixiong thanks his shimei for her hospitality," he said with a formal bow. "I hope you don't mind me being so forward, but I used a bit of your hair oil."

"Not- Don't worry about it," she blinked several times, trying not to think of him dressed up in her colors and with her perfume all over him. She was the Beast keeper but she wasn't a beast herself! She had self-control!! "Come, I got you some tea, and some pills for you to take, just in case."

Shang Qinghua didn't say anything, letting himself be fussed over, eyes crinkling in a poorly hidden smile. See if she gets worried about him again!

And to knock the smile off his face she decided that a little needling would do him good. "I didn't know you and Liu-shidi were intimate," she casually dropped as her form of petty revenge, doing her best to appear innocent as Shang Qinghua choked on his bitter tea.

"Who- What? No, uh, we just-"

"Shixiong," she made an effort to say it as kindly as possible, to show him she wasn't going to tease him. Much. "You are aware the entire Sect has eyes, correct?"

"O-of course I know that, what type of question-"

"So you know everyone already noticed you getting Sect Leaders left and right wrapped around your fingers. Right?"

He coughed a bit more, eyes so wild she was afraid they might pop out of his face. He opened and closed his mouth like fish, his blush making her want to squeeze his face.

She took a sip of her own tea, nothing like the nasty dirt water Shang Qinghua was being made to drink, as she considered how to break down the news to him.

Should she be the one to tell him about his reputation? Or should her just mention how the head disciples were running a ridiculously high bet on who would be the next Peak Lord to fall for Shang Qinghua charms? It was tempting to let him figure it out for himself…

Or.

Or she could get herself a little something out of the situation as well.

"Shang-Shixiong,” she sighed as she put her cup down, crossing her hands over her lap as she gave him a look up and down. “I know your friendship is not as deep as yours with Mu-shidi,” she couldn't resist giving him a knowing look that made his blush deepen and avoid her eyes. “But I consider ourselves friends enough that I can speak plainly.”

“... O-Of course, shimei.”

“Good. Now, with all due respect, for the past year or so I've seen you flirt your way to get Zhangmen-Shixiong and Shen-Shixiong into having a calm discussion without tears and blood for an hour. It’s also worth mentioning how things have been less explosive on Wan Jian peak, and!” She raised her voice slightly the moment he opened his mouth to protest. “I’ve just seen you pull Liu-shidi by his waist. And he seemed to like it.”

He scratched the side of his face, once again looking everywhere but her eyes. She knew he wasn’t embarrassed, she had seen him truly embarrassed before, but she could see he didn’t know what to do with her knowledge of his romantic affairs.

“I’m not scolding you, I hope you understand that,” she said after a quick pause, ignoring the tug at her heart when he turned his big puppy eyes at her. “I’m just wondering what you are trying to achieve with all this… And if you would be interested in joining the betting poll.”

That made him snap his eyes back at her faster than Shen Qingqiu opening his fan to ignore Zhangmen-Shixiong. “Wait, there’s a betting poll?”

“Oh Shixiong…” she tsk at his lack of foresight, shaking her head slightly. “Of course there’s a betting poll. This has been the most exciting thing to happen since last recruitment.”

He let out a small “Huh” of surprise, crossing his arms (crossing his arms which she was not looking at, definitely not- as he bit the corner of his thumb. He got quiet for a good while, eyebrows frowning as his eyes darted side to side in the face she had seen him doing when he got caught trying to figure out big numbers.

“Before you ask, I’m not going to give away my mole,” she said as she popped one of the small cakes he had brought her that morning, the crunchy melon seeds mixed with honey giving her something delicious to chew on while he scrambled to figure out how all that had happened behind his back.

“Okay, fair. But, Shimei, what exactly is everyone betting on?”

“A couple of things,” she took another small cake, amused as he leaned forward, as if she was about to tell him the hottest gossip he has ever heard. Technically it was true, so she couldn’t blame his curiosity. “There’s a bet about you sleeping with all the peak lords and ladies. That one is not as high as it could be because, well, it’s known that some peak lords and lady wouldn’t be interested. And then there’s a second bet, involving who is the next peak lord that is going to fall for your tricks-”

“Tricks?! I’m not-”

“Shh, and there’s another one about when is Mu-shidi going to actually confess his love for you and stop your flirting ways-”

“Now, hold on for a second-”

“And finally there’s a bet among a select group of Peak Leaders on who is going to seduce you before you seduce them.”

“Oh my Heavens. Is this Wei-Shixiong doing? It has his fingers all over it, I can feel it.”

“I don’t know, Shixiong, but between the two of us, you would be the one knowing how Wei-Shixiong hands feel, I guess.”

“Shimei!”

She just shrugged, unbothered by his hypocritical sense of shame. “Do you want to get your carriage to Hua Hua palace or not?” she asked before he could start scolding her. Not that would do much, she had seen him too many times out of his mind after spending weeks without sleep to take him that seriously.

He paused, biting the corner of his lip, and if she squinted her eyes hard enough she would see his brain working the pros and cons.

“Okay, what do you suggest?”

She clapped her hands to clean the crumbles out of her fingers, giving him a honeyed smile.

“You help win one over Wei-Shixiong and spread the rumor that we are going to spend a lot of time together. Then Wen Rong will bet on my name next round. In exchange I will get your carriage to Hua Hua Palace so you can jump back on Shen-Shixiong bed.”

“Hmm…” Shang Qinghua kept playing with his empty cup of tea, wobbling it left and right. During her little speech he kept stealing glances of her, head tilted to the side. She was starting to get nervous, reaching for another cake just to do something with her hands when he grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her hand closer, eating the cake from her fingers.

Her entire brain went blank and suddenly she could only smell honey, jasmine and the bitter tea from his cup, her heart stuttering to a stop.

“Isn’t shimei curious, though?” he asked against her thumb, licking the crumbs on it before kissing the palm of her hand. “Shimei has called it so many things, tricks, spell… Even so, I have seen shimei looking at me after my bath…”

She should stand up and send him away, money and pettiness damned. Yes, they have been flirting for the past months, but she refused to be just another mark on his list. She shouldn’t be considering his shameless suggestion but a voice that sounded suspiciously like Wei-Shixiong whispered in her ear that if the rumor was to be out and about, why not have a taste of the real thing for herself? Why not enjoy the strength of his hands on her waist like Liu-shidi did just hours before, why not push him to his limits and see what he was capable of?

It was as if he was reading her mind, because Shang Qinghua wasted no time in pulling her hand closer, kissing the inside of her wrist. He kept pressing soft kisses up her arm and when the table got in the way he slid it to the side so he could pull her by her waist, moving her hair to the side so he could caress her cheek, giving her no time to think, no time to breath-

“Tell me, Shimei, was it jealousy in your eyes when you saw me touching Liu-Shidi? Did you want it to be you?”

She wanted to scream no, because she didn’t! She really didn’t!! But she couldn’t deny how she wished he had lowered his voice to her, making promises of later encounters.

But to admit that would be giving in too easily.

“One cannot be jealous of one that doesn’t belong to them, Shixiong,” she made herself say instead, keeping her eyes forward to not fall for his tricks, biting the inside of her cheek to hold back a gasp when he pressed his nose against her neck.

“Oh, is that it? Do you want me to belong to you, Shimei?” and then he dared to kiss her shoulder over her robes. The heat of his mouth hadn’t even touched her sensitive skin and she was already trembling, mouth dry. “So does it make you happy to see me in your colors? Or maybe is the scent of your perfume all over me that makes you shiver?”

Oh he was a demon. He was a demon that knew too well how to read her, how to make it impossible to not fall into temptation. She looked at him, swallowing dry at the sight of his hair curling softly around his face, still wet from his bath. And those damned soft brown eyes, staring at her as if he could see her desire written all over her soul, the most annoying smirk on his lips. She wanted to bite, she wanted to squish his face until he was pouting again, she wanted for him to pin her down, she wanted to fight him and lose-

He pounced and she let herself be caught, tangling her hands on his soft hair, pulling him closer until he was pressing her down the floor. He moved as if he needed to devour her entirely, biting and sucking the thin skin of her throat, marking her just like she wished to mark him.

“S-Shixiong-” she gasped, her hands going down on his back, nails catching in the folds of the fabric as she desperately tried to hang on as he bit down her clavicle hard enough to sting. He licked the bruise on her tanned skin and she melted, a sigh escaping her lips as he pushed her robes to the side, scraping his teeth over plump skin, teasing a bite that never came, both of them pausing at the loud sound of fabric being torn apart.

“I think-” Shang Qinghua said against her chest, voice muffled by her robes. “I think I just ripped my pants.”

A giggle bubbled out of her lips as she realized the ridiculous situation they were both in. And it should ruin the mood, laughter filling the air instead of the previous moans, but she realized she actually liked the lightness of it. It was mostly for the bet but it was fun, especially when she noticed his warm smile as he admired her with mussed up hair and ruffled clothes.

“Now, I would love to make good on my word here and now, but I believe my favorite shimei deserves a better treatment than her office floor where anyone could walk on us,” he said as he took her hand again, biting the tip of her finger.

“I think I agree,” she answered with a gasp and a nod, carefully taking her hand away from his mouth to sit down and pull him to a sweet kiss before dragging him to her rooms, their laughter becoming moaning once more.

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“Ye Ling.”

“Wen Rong,” she gave him a nod, not bothering to raise her eyes from her thick notebook filled with notes, not even when he set a big bag of coins next to her wet stone.

“I came to make a bet.”

Still she didn’t look at him, putting her brush down to open the bag and count the money. She did raise her eyebrows at the amount, though. This might have been all his savings. Or he had a patreon.

Considering who his shizun was…

“Betting on your own peak lord or lady is against the rules.”

“What?! But Ming Fan made a bet on Shen-shishu three days ago!”

“And then he was made to pay back all the money he won when I found out he had set Shen-shishu to have a private meeting with Shang-Shizun.” She said as she pushed the money back on his bag, dangling it in front of him so he could catch it. “Hence why we made the rule. Don't blame me, blame Qing Jing peak for not being smart enough.”

Thank Heavens he didn't try to fight, grabbing his pouch and turning around to leave the small room she had been using as headquarters for her operation. More like a closet, actually, she thought as she glared at the broom resting next to her on the wall.

It was his heavy footsteps that made her look up again, frowning at the other head disciple.

“Shidi, rules are rules-”

“I want to make a new bet.” And she could see by his own surprised look that he was bluffing. She felt a twitch of pity for him, Wu-shishu was a scary woman, to go back to her with empty hands would be the same as asking to clean the stables for months.

“I want to bet on him finding out,” he kept talking and the mere thought of it sent all her hairs up. She would be in so much trouble it wasn't even funny, she would be so dead Shizun would send her to work on a faraway farm and-

“Do you know something?”

“I don't know,” he crossed his arms, too smug for someone who had been just sent away with their tail between their legs. “But I need to make a bet and this is my choice. I bet that Shang-shishu will find out about the bets before next month.”

She wanted to say no, to send him away again, but that would be the same as calling herself a coward. She glanced at the pouch on his hand and then at him, giving her brush a good bite before sighing in defeat.

“Alright, one bet in the name of Wen Rong: Shang Qinghua will find out about the betting before next month. Your bet will be added to the poll.”

“Thank you,” he said as he dropped the money on her improvised desk. “See you next month, shijie!” And then he walked away, closing the door behind himself.

“See you next month, shijie,” she mumbled as she made a face, then showed her tongue at the door. Her anger was short lived though, the weight of his words hitting her fully.

“Oh God, I'm so dead.” She whispered at no one, groaning as she hid her face between her hands.

Time was ticking, and now she had a month to find a way to tell her shizun about her little scheme.

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I did it!! The fic curse fought me tooth and nail but I finished!!!

And with more disciples shenanigans!!! jsbskdnsnd :D

I was so tempted to make Mobei-Jun show up behind Ye Ling and scare the shit out of her yall have no idea fjsbakdnakdn but that would be throwing another character for me to deal with, so no Mobei-Jun............ Yet

Next on the list is Divination Peak! :D I have an idea, Wikipedia links and a dream of surviving the end of the semester, so it might take a moment but I'm gonna finish this!!!

BTW, there are still two slots open for peak lords/ladies! If you want to suggest a name and a peak, please do!

And here is the masterpost of this AU

Thank you so much for giving this a read!!! It makes me so so happy to see you guys enjoying this, you have no idea <3

That's it for today folks! See you on Peak 9/12!!!

[nickrocketrodriguez]

Hello, Nick! Can you share with us some of your favorite scenes into the writing process of Jurassic World: Chaos Theory? Or even some scenes that didn't end up on the show but you liked it?

Gosh, we wrote these so long ago it's so hard to come up with specifics. For the episodes I wrote, I loved writing the scenes in "Halfway Home" between Daniel and Kenji. I have a relationship in my own life that mirrors (to a certain extent) theirs, so to be able to put all of myself into that episode -- my first as a staff writer on a TV series -- was very special for me. It really allowed me to completely open myself up to working with other writers to intimately. I also get a giggle out of the part where Kenji doesn't have the words to describe Daniel's ultimatum, so he just grunts -- I didn't know if it would make anyone else laugh, but it seemed to, so it stayed! That was pretty fun.

"The Drop" was a bit tougher for me, as it was a pretty pivotal moment between Darius and Kenji. In their scene where they struggle over possession of Brooklynn's phone, I really wanted Darius to rear back to take a swing at Kenji, but for some reason, in a show where people are eaten by dinosaurs, throwing punches (or even implying it) was a no-go, but what ended up in there was still really fun and to the spirit of what I was trying to do.

"Batten Down the Hatches" was sooooo much fun to write as a horror and action fan -- I feel like the team really took what I wrote and ran with it in the best possible way! Seeing that one at SDCC with a group of like 800 fans was something I will never forget. People laughed, gasped, shouted at the screen -- it was just such a cool moment for me.

But getting to introduce Soyona Santos was also such a special thing for me. As I've said in the past, getting to write for Dichen Lachman was such a fanboy moment for me, I'm so glad I got to reintroduce her to the world and help usher in a more three dimensional version of the character than there was time for in Dominion. I love the cat-and-mouse vibe of their conversation. There's also the bit that I'm not sure many picked up on where Santos is the one who uses the term, "limb difference" for the first time in the series. Our consultants had taught me that phrase, and I thought it was an interesting choice for Santos to introduce it to Brooklynn. The thinking was somewhere along the lines of, in her quest to get deeper into the trafficking of dinos, she probably didn't have a ton of time to look into how she was really feeling about losing her arm, let alone find anyone else who'd introduce that phrase to her. So when Santos uses it, there's a split second where Brooklynn kinda connects with it. I think it shows that Santos isn't just a mustache-twirly type of villain. She's intelligent, she's hip to how language has evolved, and she might even be a good person in another life. There was a moment where it was called into question whether or not Santos would use the phrase, so I'm especially glad we got to keep it in there.

And don't even get me started on the episodes my amazing colleagues wrote for the rest of the series. They all did such an incredible job, I don't even have enough words to express how awesome their episodes turned out, not to mention how awesome all of the rest of the crew did in bringing the show to life!!

[oswhys]

So, when I played Lucanis’s questline for the first time, I genuinely thought that Illario was going to turn out to also be possessed. I like to try to come up with theories if there's some kind of mystery involved. Obviously, Illario is suspicious from the get-go but if you want to give him the benefit of the doubt you can, after all, grief really does make people act strangely, but not usually immediately after the death. But when he shows up after the defeat of Zara and kills her just as she says “Amatus” upon seeing him there's no doubt he was in cahoots with her. But then something interesting happens, he uses blood magic, some enchanted pin. He still keeps up the act of innocence though. We get further confirmation during the questioning of Zara’s corpse that the two were extremely close, at least from her perspective. But then we get a strange little tidbit from the memories of Lucanis later in his quest line when you're with spite. Lucanis has a memory or maybe it's some warped memory of Zara talking about the cultivation of an Envy demon. 

Zara’s project was to cultivate and bind different types of demons more easily through new techniques. Zara was talented enough to be able to put a demon inside of a non-mage subject, something that shouldn't be possible in the first place, or at least unheard of. She also wanted to cultivate certain types of demons, ones that are more rare and possibly harder to bind. We see the results of most of her test subjects, either walking corpses or bound demons. Let's say she agrees to take Lucanis to be a test subject, thinking the whole thing would just kill him and the terms of her deal with Illario would be met. Let's say shes surprised Lucanis is even able to merge with spite, let alone survive well afterward. Now let's say this gets her thinking, can she replicate this? Can she put demons and spirits into non-mages? Was this a freak accident?

I know I’m speculating a lot here but hang with me. Now I don't know if her scheme is to take advantage of Illarios jealousy and use it to create an envy demon, something rare and hard to bind, but it would naturally be attracted to that much envy in a person. Or maybe it's presented as an opportunity later down the line, that Illario could become an abomination and gain as much power as one, being able to tap into magic even if not in full control would still give him an edge. I don't know, I just think there was a bit more to the story that we don't know about, aside from what we’ve seen in some of the concept art. Which shows something akin to Illario being manipulated by either Zara or some kind of desire demon or??? Just someone in a pool of blood, with horns? But pieces of these ideas got left behind in the game. Fragments of something larger and it drives me up the wall. 

There's an obvious romantic connection between Illario and Zara that is never elaborated upon in conversation, It is a deeply interesting tidbit of information and nothing is done with it. Then there's Zara’s line in Lucanis’ memories of her saying that the conditions of cultivating an envy demon must be perfect (the line that sent me through this spiral). And then there is Lucanis’ log book. His 5th one if you don't save Treviso shares a reading list of books and he writes some notes with his thoughts about each. He says that Spite “trusts nothing to do with envy demons” which to be fair to spite, is reasonable they're… creepy, and envy as an emotion is a huge liar sometimes. 

There's just something there. Obviously, the story got cut up and changed with time but there was a time when I started to think that the reason Illario is so suspicious is that he's a red herring, or he's a patsy, or not in control of himself or being manipulated or SOMETHING. But no he's just… kinda stupid. He locked up his grandmother and kept her alive? IS HE STUPID?

Anyway, I just like the idea of some grander conspiracy or grander narrative and that maybe Illario wasn't all to blame for everything or that he was, and he was actually even more villainous. Being controlled by his own jealousy to the point of madness blah blah blah you see why I’m thinking about this so much now yeah?

[nagiseishirro]

Hello, I'm in love with your writings!!! I hope my request is something you can do. It's okay if you feel uncomfortable. I'm very curious about Chubby reader x nagi I mean, what does he think, what does he do, I would be very happy if you tell me as nsfw.

HELLO NONNIE!!! i've just read the deadliest reonagi fic on ao3 known to mankind and need something to take my mind off it so.... here you go :x <3

warnings: nsfw implications under the cut, but nothing is explicitly stated. slightly possessive nagi at the end? implies that nagi supports and encourages weightloss when necessary. not proofread.

SFW:

to nagi, he doesn't really understand why people would care so much about appearances.

he doesn't mind your stature, it's quite refreshing for him to see something he doesn't see often—given how he goes to one of the richer schools and practically lives in the soccer fields with reo.

he thinks it's okay to slack off once in a while, or all the while, actually.

he knows it's a hassle to take care of oneself, so he doesn't mind you, he lets you be.

if you want to start working out, he'll gladly support you and immediately texts reo to temporarily (or permanently) rent over an entire gym.

if you're happy with your body, however, he'll support you in that, too!

he's far too lazy to spoil you himself, so he gets reo to spoil the both of you.

he does look after you to not let you get overweight to the point of life-threatening, though. no way, you're far too precious to lose.

he knows he himself needs to have some form of exercise throughout the week, as much as he dislikes it, so once again... he calls reo over.

he'd get reo to buy those VR headsets. it's a win-win. he gets to play his game, and gets to play it with you. the cherry on top? that he doesn't have to go out in the sun to exercise, he thinks.

other than that? he's absolutely relishing whenever you're draped over him on the soft sheets of his bed.

he swears he can have your weight pressed up against his back at any time, anywhere. you're the perfect amount of heavy—not too light that it just can't hit his right spots, just perfect.

NSFW:

he absolutely loves the feeling of the plump of your waist melting in the palm of his hand as he wrecks you with his undeniable adoration for you.

the way you wrap nd clench so nicely around him, like you don't want him anywhere else drills adrenaline into his hazy mind—he couldn't ask for more.

until he does.

"mm—more, do it again." he's addicted. maybe more addicted to you then he is to his switch.

the way your skin, just from a little thrust, ripples from your hips, through your waist and fogs into your torso just has him locked.

he loves the way he can easily tell that, you're enjoying it as much as he does. no thinking, hassle, just pure looking.

"mmhck— s'pretty. y'rpretty.. 'know th–thaat? even better, all mine."

he thinks out loud, and he knows you heard him. he's gonna make sure you know you're perfect—maybe not for the rest of the world, but perfect, for him, and him alone.

note: hope you liked this :3 i love taking requests send me more guys :x

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

😈 🦄 🎃 🔮 🔪 💍 ?

😇

This made me cackle, thank you!

😈 From the next chapter of young blood:

“I think we should try to see if Charles can repeat what happened this morning,” Crystal says. “But on purpose this time.” Charles shoots Edwin a worried look. “Don’t know if Edwin’s going to like that.” “How I feel about it is irrelevant,” Edwin says, keeping his focus on Thomas, who is purring as if having his chin scratched is the best thing that’s ever happened to him. “Crystal is right. We need to understand the limits of our bond and how it works. That won’t happen if we shy away from the more worrying aspects of this connection.”

🦄 From the next chapter of Let's not overanalyze:

She doesn't know how much time passes before she wakes up to voices from the living room. "A unicorn?" That's Edwin, sounding furious. "You sent her walking up to a supernatural creature that no one has encountered since the Middle Ages? That we know nothing about?" "I'm going to get it from Nurse in the morning, so I don't fucking need it from you too," Crystal hisses, her voice so low that Niko almost doesn't hear her. "And keep it down. She's sleeping."

🎃 From the Halloween Payneland fic:

The witch goes to stand over Crystal's prone form. Even without seeing her face, Charles can sense her hunger and it makes his skin crawl. "With more seers like her, I could forget about all the others and their pitiful life forces. So much power. It's intoxicating." "Please do step away from my colleague," Edwin says from the doorway. "I'm afraid you'll have to be disappointed. There are no other seers quite like her."

🔮 From the Crystal-centric MSI fic

"We can't just sleep outside," Crystal snaps. "It's December." "So we should just stroll into the nearest motel with a stone tablet that can open a doorway to Hell?" Edwin waves the briefcase at her. Still dangling from the handcuffs, Agent Russell's hand seems to flap in agreement. "I'm sure the severed hand will not draw any untoward attention. We certainly won't end up in jail while the briefcase goes to an evidence locker somewhere so a hapless police officer can accidentally unleash Armageddon."

🔪 From the Jenny fic

Jenny pinches the bridge of her nose and lets out a long breath. These kids are her tenants. She's their landlord, not their babysitter. The last time she got involved in this shit, she ended up possessed. So if Charles wants to run around, swinging his cricket bat at monsters, it's not her fucking problem. From now on, Jenny is not getting involved.

And 💍 my original romantasy:

"Is i just me, or does she seem awfully normal for someone who just spent three hundred years trapped in a tree?" Aidan gestured at the Autumn Duchess, who was conversing with a cluster of the Unseelie cousins, wearing a serene smile, like she had spent the past three centuries on a holiday. "What do you mean by normal?" Celeste asked. "Well, I think if I'd just escaped from a tree three days ago, I'd be doing much more rocking in a corner and gibbering." "That's because you couldn't go three hours, never mind three hundred years, alone with your thoughts."

Make me write

[arcane-temp-fandomblog]

No, in Season 1 - Viktor's dream was to make scientific discoveries to make world a better place and Jayce's was to use magic to save lives. Not only Jayce failed at the dream, in writer's notes that they've shown his S1 arc is summed up "idealist who wanting to protect his creation from being corrupted, becomes corrupted himself". Or something similarly phrased.

On the other hand when they give up on the whole hextech dream and vow to make things right - next scene Vi's life is saved by the shield built into hextech gauntlets. Hextech dream was always a pipe dream, making things right may not be.

Anyway, I think since this is secondary storyline the writer's just wrote it explicit in S1 what the hextech dream is.

While I can think Viktor being end boss could work - writer's would have to make a lot of work to reframe episode 6 and for him to become corrupted Vander 2.0, otherwise I really don't think fighting him would be a good enough resolution for Vi and Jinx. He is just some guy to them that they met once to heal Vander, actually he and Mel are the most removed from their storyline and conflict. Even Ambessa being the end boss does not work, she's introduced end of Season 1. Even Singed is unlikely. Writer's could write it out, but it's soo unlikely with the amount of episodes.

I do think Arcane - hextech technology becoming corrupted/hijacked by possibly wild rune story point will have resolution, but I think it's important that we know now that there are two mages - Mel and Viktor - and both of them are absent from the glitching hextech sequence in Act1 fight. It's safe to assume that whatever is corrupting hexgates and objects with hexgemstones is not influencing them.

Jinx calls it a cult, Viktor calls it a commune - for me that place just resembled the long stay rehab communities. Like especially Huck with his whole hoping to meet Vi again to 'make amends' - it's such a 12 steps thing. But I think if that place was suspicious as fuck - Vi and gang wouldn't stay there.

The best would be if it's neither commune or a cult - hope it is something more? Idk. but really want it to be something better than mind control since that's kinda lame.

Or if the hexcore is somehow mind controlling people and Viktor, it's some well written plot because it feels tacked on. Like Viktor is mind controlled, Jayce is mind controlled. Unless it was mind control but since hexcore is gone, it's not anymore. Or they both went insane in their own way.

It still may be that this is re-framed on some but I don't think they'll be re-framing every single episode 6 plot point on this storyline ie. 'well actually, it wasn't healing Vander - it was corrupting him'. It seems like spinning wheels and that train has left anyway, when Singed was left with Vander in the greenhouse in the commotion. It may be that the wild rune and the hextech rune system are supposed to fight it out both possessing Jayce and Viktor but em... that seems cool but very not related to the story.

Anyway from season 2 trailer we know Viktor's commune is going to be resurrected, soo we'll know soon enough.

I also feel the teaser for Act 3 feels a bit spoilerish, Jayce comes back from whatever forsaken place he was and says 'Hextech is a curse, we need to destroy it.' and then goes to destroy one piece of hextech he knows where to find, as Singed says Viktor is the apex form of hextech.

But the teaser shows hextech everywhere - Vi has her gauntlets, Ekko has his Z drive and then his electric bat, Jinx has hexgems. I can only assume that Jayce's 'hextech needs to be destroyed' quest is well abandoned at that point. I am bummed if the teaser spoiled it to that degree because the whole thing was soo ambiguous in episodes 5 and 6, not showing if Jayce sees everything touched with hextech as his trippy visions, or everything that is infused with arcane or just every person.

Than again, I don't think many people are that invested in the technology storyline that spoiling it would matter. I just like the puzzle aspect of it.

Also similarly I feel like it'd be a huge fail if Mel comes back but it's secretly black rose, or Maddie is secretly black rose. It's just well... to much of 'didn't expect that, huh'.

Ok listen I am going to talk about Sky for a second. I will be honest that I didn't pay too much attention to her in season one, unfortunately she just seemed like another victim of colateral damaged in a very sad story, but I am amazed at the role she plays in this season. At the beginning I was unsure if the apparition we see was still Sky or something that the Hexcore was producing, specially because we knew so little of her during the first season. But to me it's clear that it is still her in some way and I love how she haunts Viktor in a not tradicional sense. She does not seem vengeful, but at the same time SHE is the one pushing Viktor to be better, the Hexcore gave him the habilities, but it is her voice that tells him to help the people, and she is the one that warns that even his powers have limits, to remember his own mortality.

I think that's beautiful because in some way, Viktor is still failing Sky, he is still not listening to her. He pushes his powers too far, he strives for evolution. Sky seems to understand that failure and limits are part of life, she tries to show him but he once again does not see.

Viktor will forever be haunted by Sky, and forever be deaf to her advice.

[starchaserwrites]

@jegulus-microfic / february 6: murder / word count: 692 cw: consensual violence(?)

Regulus is having the shittiest day of his life. He started the day with a very detailed text from his lovely mother, reminding him of how much of a disappointment he is for dropping out of college to open a bar with his equally disappointing brother. Later, there was a mistake with the vodka delivery (it was not their usual brand), so he and Sirius had to make some awkward phone calls as the distributor refused to change it. Also, almost too late, they realised that all the ice in stock had melted during the night due to a power cut they weren't aware of, so he and Remus had to rush out to get more. The cherry on top was that the guy he was kind of seeing (mostly to fuck, if he's being honest) decided to get back with his ex, and the thing is, Regulus isn't angry or sad about it, because he saw it coming, but it adds up to the whole situation.

"You look like you're about to murder someone with that knife."

And now James Potter is here.

Everyone knows that if Regulus takes it upon himself to cut the limes, it is because he is at his limit and it is best to stay away. Everyone except James, who seems to have no sense of self-preservation.

"Are you volunteering?" he says without stopping what he is doing.

"Maybe I am. I'm sorry about Daniel, Sirius told me what happened."

"You know his name is Michael, James."

"Yeah, whatever. So what do you say if I help you blow off some steam?" he asks, leaning over the top of the bar.

Listen, Regulus knows he doesn't mean it like that, but he can't help but think of the older man in exactly that way. Blame it on the crush he has had on his brother's best friend for several years. So he just raises an eyebrow at him.

"Oh, I didn't mean it like that." James says after a moment. Is he smirking?

"Then what?"

"Have you ever heard of hurricane shots?"

"Of course, they ask Marlene and Dorcas for them all the time," he replies as he bends down to pick up some empty bottles. It's not rush hour yet, but it's important to get everything ready before then.

"Great, may I have one?"

"Sure, let me call Dorc-"

"From you. May I have one from you?" Regulus bumps his head on the counter as he stands up. James' idea to help him relax is going to give him a stroke.

"Sure." It's the only thing he says before the other man can say anything and he starts gathering what he needs for the shot. "Is vodka okay for your shot?" James just nods, but he can feel his eyes lingering as he pours the alcohol and the glass of water.

Regulus has never done this before but he knows the procedure, he sets everything down on the bartop and shortly afterwards he sits down on the edge of it, opening his legs to let James stand between them. His heart is racing but he looks up to remove the man's glasses (it would be a tragedy if they got ruined) and leaves them beside him. He hands the shot to his victim and rings the small bell they have for this purpose.

"Don't hold back." James says with that grin again as he places a hand on Regulus' thigh and promptly takes the shot, looking him in the eye. Oh, he hates him so much.

Regulus splashes him with the water and then slaps him.

He slaps him. Hard.

James shakes his head and runs a hand over his face to remove the water and his own hair from his forehead, then looks at him with an expression that can only be described as pure devotion, and Regulus knows it.

They kiss. Hard. In a way that only two idiots who have spent years pining for each other can do.

Cheers and shouts from the people in the bar. In the background, Sirius hands Remus some money.

"I knew it would work." Remus says.

[fairy-verse]

“I know I’ve never been the most present of fathers, always heading out to perform my duties, and always forgetting that I had my own close knit family at the heart of Nightmare’s nest. But... You know I’ve always loved you, right? You’re my faerling, Lumin. My little faerling... S—so won’t you open your eyes?”

Softly, the stardust began to trickle between Ink’s fingers, and he cluthed the fragile body of Lumin closer to himself, as if he could stop it from vanishing in his arms.

“If not for me, then for Nightmare. Lumin, sweet light, he will not survive this loss. P—please, Lumin, don’t go...”

His sockets stung and the sight of Lumin’s serene face grew blurred, yet still it glittered as bone slowly turned to the most beautiful stardust Ink had even laid eyes upon, and he mourned and hated it, because it took away his Lumin; his faerling.

“Lumin...?”

The night was silent.

[snootlestheangel]

She got ass, she got thigh, she got Captain Price on his knees begging for mercy

[iateyourfav]

Beastification - Chapter 1

Cid sends the Bad Batch on a mission to rescue a certain Mr Beast from the grasp of Jabba the Hutt. After they retrieve him, something changes. There's something different about Mr Beast and they can't tell for certain what it is. Will they ever get rid of Mr Beast?

The Bad Batch x Mr Beast

Tags: sfw, Crack fic, slow burn, Mr Beast AU, I'm trying to be serious about this.

CW: the y/nification of Mr Beast, mentions of child abduction, canon violence, indication of mpreg (sfw), Mr Beast talks to a invisible camera, Lore breaking content

Words: 881

Will update on Wednesdays and Sundays

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | ...

Read on ao3

Cid hadn‘t told them much about the mission, as usual, but still, something felt fishy about this one. What was most suspicious was that Cid had this slight smirk on her face the entire briefing while she neglected details on whatever would await them at their destination in favor of talking about how they would thank her for this mission once they come back.

Tensions were high on the Marauder. Everyone hoped Cids indications would mean better payment this time around. While Omega was asleep in her Gunner Mount/Room the rest of the batch gathered in the cockpit.

Wrecker, who sat in the copilot seat, broke the silence first. „I don‘t know what’s going on with Cid and this mission. I just hope we‘re gonna get paid and not killed.“ He crossed his arms, pouting.

„It will be a rather simple extraction. To be completely honest, calling it a pick-up would be more fitting. We will meet the target on Mos Eisley. Though I do wonder how they ended up there and why we are sent to bring them back. This mission seems to mock our abilities“ Tech replied, sounding just slightly angry at this extraction not having to make use of his heightened intelligence. „We‘re approaching Tatooine.“

Hunter leaned against the back wall, brows furrowed. He didn’t like this. Usually, when they were sent on simpler missions, only two of them would go, but Cid insisted they would need all hands on deck on this one. It didn‘t make sense to him. Deep in thought, he almost didn‘t notice the small hands pulling on his arm. 

„It‘s gonna be fine, Hunter, don‘t worry. It could be fun!“ Omega smiled up at him, excited as ever. Of course, she had never been to Tatooine before, so that fact alone made her excited to go through on this mission. Though that excitement quickly vanished.

“You‘re staying on the ship. The mission is simple, but we‘re not gonna take you into Jabba's Palace. That place is swarming with scum.“ And with that, her smile dropped.

Hunter knelt down to be able to talk to her face to face. „It‘s for the better. It‘s nasty in there, you wouldn‘t wanna see it anyways.“ Her patted her on the shoulder before standing up again. By this time they already entered the atmosphere of the planet and were getting ready to land in front of Jabba‘s Palace.

Shortly after leaving the ship the batch found themselves in front of the massive doors leading into the Hutt's Palace.

“I‘ve only heard horror stories about this place. Can‘t say I‘m excited to go in there.“ Echo commented with an already disgusted look on his face, despite not even having entered the building yet. „It‘s gonna be a quick job. We‘ll be in and out in no time. We just pay the bail and leave with the target, that‘s it.“ Hunter responded.

This triggered an annoyed huff from Wrecker. „Great, another mission where we can‘t blow anything up.“ The gates were opened for them and quickly after placed in front of Jabba to state their business.

„We‘re here to bail out one of your captives.“ Hunter tried to keep the conversation short, not desiring to speak to the Hutt more than necessary. Tech handed over the payment to one of Jabba‘s servants at the same time, also wanting to leave as fast as possible. To nobody‘s surprise, all of them felt uneasy in an establishment like this, with bounty hunters all around.

The protocol droid finally translated whatever Jabba was saying. „Your prisoner will be brought up shortly. Jabba wishes for you to leave with him as quickly as you can, he can not bear to hear any more of his voice.“

Just then their target was brought in, a sight to behold. He walked in, with the most dazzling blue eyes any of them had ever seen. Body moving in a perfect curve, hair just shaggy enough, and beard perfectly trimmed. He looked at them, one after another, through perfectly curled lashes. 

It took Hunter hitting his shoulder for Wrecker to snap back out of this state of hypnosis. „Wrecker, get him.“

His cheeks turned slightly red before going up to the hostage and taking him from Jabba‘s guards. They immediately made their way towards the exit. Wrecker tried to ignore the fact that he was guiding this incredibly attractive man out of imprisonment.

The man‘s head turned towards him, ever so slightly and elegantly, like every movement he had seen from him so far. „THANK YOU.“ he whispered. This wasn‘t directed at them as a group, but exclusively at Wrecker, making his face grow even hotter. He could only muster up a grunt as a response, feeling flustered.

Omega waited for them in front of the Marauder.

“I told you to stay inside.“ Hunter shouted towards the girl, slightly irritated. „I‘m fine. I got bored so I wanted to at least wait outside for you.“ she yelled back. Then, her glance shifted from Hunter to the hostage her brothers were bringing with them. Her eyes widened, jaw dropped. 

Everybody stopped in their tracks, expecting the worst from Omega‘s facial expression. A ambush, maybe. But her eyes rested on their acquired target.

“Woah, is that Mr Beast??????“

[queengeni]

Soulmate AU where the first words of your Soulmate are writen on your wrist

A's words are "what do you want?" so they spend their whole life thinking that their soulmate is someone rude douchbag untill one day A's friends convince them to play a prank at McDonald's and when the poor underpaid cashier ask what they want they just trow the most random things they can imagine (like "can I have a salad without the green stuff?" "I want a happy meal with extra happy" "I'd like one [1] single fry" etc. etc.) And when they finally end their little show the cashier just stares at them for a solid minute with the most blank expression before letting out a long sigh and lift their uniform sleeve to reveal an entire paragraph that goes from their wrist to their middle arm with the exact dumb orders A just said and when everything clicks together and A is like 2 seconds away from screaming B (the cashier) just says with the most tired-of-this-bullshit face ever "thanks for the dumbest soulmark ever, fuck you"

[sorrinslays]

Tired of people drawing and imagining Gepard as a hairless twink. I need him with a bit of a tummy, I need him hairy, I need him with a square build, I need him to be build like a damn wall. I need him with a beard that he can never fully shave because he doesn't have the damn time and always ends up with a uneven stubble. I need him with scars and a look that can paralyze you out of fear. I need people to look at him and feel the hair at the back of their neck stand up as he talks business.

[whydousernamesevenexist]

Fun and unusual things to say when someone sneezes:

"stop"

"why did you do that?"

"wow"

"WHAT THE HELL HUMANS CAN DO WITCHCRAFT LIKE THIS???"

"Satan damn you"

"UwU"

[meltsyoutodeath]

It’s happening again.

Of course, most of them knew this would happen again. Some looked forward to it. Some tried to forget it. Some were afraid of truly losing something this time, of somehow, not being able to get back the people they lost, fought against, hated, loved, killed.

It never mattered in the end. They were scars, and they were there, and occasionally it’d come up between the people who were in those games, but it doesn’t tend to be a big deal. Sometimes, one of them will have a nightmare about killing a friend, blood running down their hands, weapon thrown haphazardly to the ground after the moment of panic has passed. Sometimes, one of them will have a nightmare about cacti and bloody fists. Sometimes, one of them will have a dream about ice, snow and a home, and that dream will turn into a fence that seems so much taller than it is and broken hearts. Sometimes, one of them will have a nightmare about  clocks and ticking time, a betrayal that, much later, in an unrelated moment, becomes trust and a bond they cannot break.

None of them are having those nightmares now.

Those who look around notice the lack of a man who was once a king, then a loyal knight, and then a heartbroken wolf.

Most of them do not look around. One of them’s heart aches. Most of them simply run.

Of course, it’s fun. It’s always been fun, at least in the beginning. It’s fun until it isn’t. It’s fun until you begin to forget who you were before this place and your memories begin to fade away.

It’s fun, when you wake up on your bed in another server, after thinking your life was over, that that was it, gasping for air or laughing hysterically or in an eerie silence, remembering just what all that has happened was.

This world has a border.

Every one of these games does. Forces them to fight, one of them, the one who occasionally has more than two eyes, explained once. It’s more interesting and fun like this, he had said.

Normal worlds have borders, too. It’s just that those aren’t truly there; they create them in their minds, to limit, subconsciously, how far from what they took so long to build they can go. Those borders are surpassable, and it’s even fun to explore beyond them, although they don’t realize there was ever a border in the first place.

This border is blue and transparent and doesn’t stop moving.

There is a village right outside the border.

There had been a village in this game, once, in the first time. It had been a useful resource, although sometimes one may think of a burning tree or a creeper that exploded a little too close when looking at a village.

They try to reach the village. It’s exciting, with its promise of resources and trades and people who aren’t trying to kill them. Of course, villagers aren’t like players, but it’s still something nice, on top of being useful for trades.

There are houses in the village, with happy people living their lives and worrying about no timer ticking in the corner of their vision or boogeyman curses. They have roofs over their heads and items in their chests, there’s people they know won’t betray them for a tainted win of a twisted game that they’ll forget they agreed to come to soon.

The players approach the village, with all its promises and whispers. Subconciously, some of them want to be under a stable roof. Consciously, some of them want to loot the place. Consciously, some of them want to kill its residents. Subconsciously, some of them are jealous they won’t die in the hands of who they love.

There is a barrier in front of the village.

They try boats, they try jumping through it, but it doesn’t work. They look at the wheat and the houses and the farm. The barrier moves in front of them.

They turn around, some quietly, some grumbling about lost resources, some complaining that it’s unfair, some pretending they don’t care.

They cannot have the village.

[drabblesofawannabeauthor]

burning hearts

MDNI 18+ ONLY

fandom: one piece

characters: original female character, akainu

kinks: noncon, snuff, dirty talk, name-calling, humiliation

A year after the death of Portgas D. Ace, Queen Thorne decides it is time to get revenge on the man who stole the light from her world. However, she greatly underestimated how difficult that would actually be, and finds herself on the wrong end of a fight.

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"Castella welcomes you, Admiral Akainu."

The words felt like poison in Charlotte's mouth, her lips held up in a smile by invisible daggers, pinning her skin so it would not fall. She would much rather vomit than say that bastard's name. Carve him up than extend courtesies and invitations and kindness.

But here she stood, in her prettiest black dress, her crown resting atop a head of thick curls. Perfectly tamed. Everything about her was perfectly composed, primped and polished.

The Admiral gave her a very bored sort of look, almost like he was annoyed he even had to be there. She was just as annoyed, but she couldn't show that. She had to play the role of gracious host, filled with remorse and regret for ever trying to leave the World Government.

Admiral Dog Akainu was led into the palace, as Charlotte explained how honored they were to have him there. She chose to play it meek, courteous. He never needed to know the rage boiling just beneath the surface, and how she would love to make his face bloody with the cutlery set out in the dining hall.

One year had gone by since the Paramount War. One year since she felt her entire world shatter. One, long, fucking year.

"You can imagine our surprise when your letter came through asking for this audience." Admiral Akainu's words were thick in the air, like smog that threatened to suffocate the room. Charlotte took her seat, and her "guests" were seated, before she spoke.

"My people have spent the last year fighting off pirate attacks left and right. I have seen the error of my ways." She said, pinned-smile returning. It never reached her eyes.

It hadn't in a year.

"I'm very happy to hear that." He said. His words felt twisted. Wrong in a way she couldn't place.

She sipped her wine, and smiled.

"After dinner, we can discuss the terms of Castella's return to the protection of the Marines." She said. "If you would be so amicable?"

"I'm not in the business of refusing a meal offered by a beautiful woman." Oh, she was going to be sick. How dare you, she wanted to scream. How dare you, after you took my husband from me.

"You flatter me." Charlotte said, batting her eyes before looking down at her lap. She couldn't make herself giggle and blush. Even if she could? She wouldn't.

Not for him.

She had instructed her chefs. No holds barred. This was to be the finest meal they ever prepared. To everyone's knowledge, they were entertaining a necessity.

And in a way, they were. Just not the one that served Castella's best interests. No, it served her hunger for vengeance.

After dinner, she held her arm out for him to take. At least he was aware of the graces of nobility, and the expectations placed upon his behavior. She laid her hand on his arm when he looped it with hers, and escorted him out into the courtyard.

"I thought, perhaps, since it is such a lovely evening, it would be better to speak out here?" She cooed, dismissing her guards. No witnesses.

She would lie, later. He tried to force himself on her. She panicked, and slit his throat.

No one had to know she was avenging her dead husband, even if their marriage had been brief. A few weeks at best, but he held her heart even in death.

Why else would she go to such great lengths to do something so stupid?

She guided him quietly down a long, winding path, flanked by willow trees. One sharp turn, and they were in a secluded grove, with a pair of stone benches, and an archway. Over a year ago, she'd sealed her fate, tied it to a boy with freckles like stars on his face, and a smile that melted the coldest winter.

"Quaint." Akainu commented as she unwound her arm from his. "I was hoping for something private."

"Then you're in luck." Dog. Her stomach twisted into a knot as she stepped in front of him, pinned-on smile back in place.

"Tell me, Queen Thorne..." The words dripped off his tongue like poison as he took a step closer. "What made you come running back?"

Thorne. Thorne. How she hated the name. The name she forced herself to take, the lies she had to tell.

She'd never be able to let the world know the truth. But here, in the privacy of this place. Their place...

Thorne wasn't her name.

"As I said..." She began stepping back, until her back met the stone arch. She just needed the blade she'd hidden behind it. That was it. "I've seen the error--"

Before she could find the blade, before she could finish speaking, a too-hot hand wrapped around her throat. Not hot enough to burn, not yet. Her eyes went wide, and her palm smacked uselessly against the stone behind her as she gasped for air.

"Have you?" He asked. His touch was hot, his voice was ice. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat. "I'm not the idiot you want me to be, Your Highness."

Her eyes narrowed at that, and she used both hands to grab his arm. Using that for support, she pulled herself up and tried to kick him, but that was oh so much easier in pants versus a godforsaken skirt. He simply laughed, his grip tightening as he shoved her head against the stone arch.

"You thought you could hide the truth." He remarked, as his other hand plucked the crown from her head and tossed it aside. She didn't care about the crown.

She had made a severe miscalculation.

"I'll let you live if you tell me where the boy is." He told her. "Otherwise, you _are_ harboring a dangerous criminal."

"He's a child!" She choked out, eyes wide. Akainu laughed, throwing his head back as he did.

"So the rumor is true. At least this one is too young to breed." He remarked, head lolling to the side as he looked at her. "Is some bastard child worth your country? Your life?"

Tears burned her eyes, but she simply glared through them. "You'll never--" She winced as his grip tightened. "Find him."

"Oh, Mrs. Thorne..." He paused. "Or is it Gol?"

"It's neith--nn!" She squeezed her eyes shut as he shoved her harder against the stone. "That wasn't his name!"

"If you're going to be like this? There are other ways to break a stubborn bitch." He sighed. He dropped her, then drove his knee into her gut to drop her entirely to the ground.

Gasping, she clutched her throat and her abdomen. She barely had time to catch her breath before a sharp kick tossed her under the arch onto her back. From here, she could see the knife. She just had to get up--

Charlotte _screamed_ when he pulled her legs open, hiking her dress up. In fear and frustration, she grabbed a handful of grass and dirt and flung it up into his eyes. He released her, and she got onto her hands and knees and started to scramble away.

She didn't make it far.

He threw her dress up over her back after he yanked her back by her thighs. Her arms gave way underneath her. She squeezed her eyes shut, and prayed. For the first time in years, she prayed.

"You have the power to make this stop anytime." He told her. Seconds seemed to tick by so slowly as she just waited for the worst to come.

To say it felt like someone literally splitting her in half was an understatement. She screamed and clawed at the dirt as she felt his cock push into her. Too big. Too much. Too unprepared.

"Fuck--" He groaned as he bottomed out inside of her. Her fingers dug into the dirt, tears pouring down her face. 

One large hand pulled her head up by her curls, gripping them tight as he slowly pulled back. He slammed into her, knocking the air from her lungs. And again, pulling her up so her fingers couldn't touch the ground anymore.

His pace was agonizingly slow, splitting her open until her body started to finally react. That was all it was. She sure as hell didn't actually enjoy having the Admiral's cock in her.

"Can't--hate it that much." He taunted. "You'd put a stop to it, if you did."

"Go to hell." She growled. He snapped his hips, slamming into her hard, and let go of her hair. She collapsed under him, crying out.

"What a miserable life." He groaned, grabbing her shoulder as he pulled out of her. The empty ache was somehow worse. He flipped her onto her back, then gripped both of her wrists in one hand as he thrust into her again. "You must've been lonely."

Charlotte tried to weakly tug her wrists free, tried to not focus on the ache and stretch. She tried to not think about how fuck, it had been over a year since she'd let anyone even touch her. She tried to let herself disappear into memories--a different kind of heat, wrapped around her wrists. Her thigh.

Smoke in her lungs, and feather-light kisses that she would give her very life to feel again.

"What a little fucking slut." Akainu groaned, tilting his head back as his thrusts got faster. It still felt like he was ripping her apart, even with her legs spread wide enough to accommodate him. "You take it so well, too."

He seemed intent on breaking her. Humiliate her until she would be pliant. Willing to tell him anything he wanted to know.

So she forced herself to bite her lip, blood trickling into her mouth and down her chin from how tightly. She glared, then spat at him. He actually paused at that.

He released her wrists to give her a good, sharp slap.

"Stubborn bitch, aren't you?" He said, as he started to thrust again. Hard and deep, not really going too fast.

"Funny--" She groaned, wincing. "Since you're the dog."

His hand went over her mouth at this, too-hot, once again. This time he was burning her. She bit down as hard as she could, only to scream against his skin.

"If you aren't going to cooperate..." He sneered. "Then I don't have any use for you after this."

It wasn't knowing that she was going to die that made Charlotte weep. It wasn't the pain from the heat on her face, burning her skin. It was the humiliation.

"A shame, really." He said as he pulled his hand away. The cold night air made the pain worse, and she couldn't breathe hardly through the pain. "You were a good queen."

His hand wrapped around her throat as his thrusts became faster, and faster. She felt heat inside of her as his cock twitched. Then, his hand moved over her chest, and there was an impossible heat.

She screamed, until her voice broke, until his hand seemed to melt through skin, through muscle, through bone--

Akainu came as his hand pressed against the dirt just under her body, scorching it before he let his power disperse. It really was a shame. She was such a pretty thing.

But she just wasn't willing to cooperate.

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They say Icarus fell due to Hubris

He flew too close to the sun, too high for mortals

But how can they say that without knowing?

Icarus was locked in a tower all his life

Only able to watch the birds fly

And when he was given his wings, his freedom

He felt the air around him

The heat of the sun

The salt of the sea

He was free for the first time in his life

But he would have to land

Never to experience flight again

To never fly in the blue sky

To experience the wind blowing in his hair

The sun on his back

It terrified him

What if he did understand the words of warning

He knew what would happen if he flew too close

But the thought of having to give up his freedom

To go back to land

To give up this freedom

So he flew higher

And higher

He could feel the wax melt

He could feel the wings stop working

He felt the sun burn him

Yet even as he fell to the ocean

He threw back his head and laughed

For he had truly experienced freedom

And he would not allow anyone to take that again

The reason Icarus fell was not for hubris, but for fear of losing the only freedom he had ever experienced.