#MADAM CHAR

[kanamesengoku]

[werefeathers]

been thinking about mildred and where i wanna take her character.. it was very fun exploring her character, especially in regards to aspects that are geared more towards fl player characters

(and of course a kind thank you to @t6fs for the wonderful template! it rocks)

[ben-the-hyena]

The Virgin "adulterous, narcissic, power hungry, fucking Ava Gardner, loving her husband and child only a reticent way" Pandora from that one interview VS the Chad "flirting just because she is vain and likes the attention and make her husband jealous but actually faithful, very in love and passionate with her husband, very motherly to her child and children, is more a mother figure to everyone than a boss, co-leads with her husband and manages to be his brain cels when he fucks up, loves to take care of herself but thinks of others first" Pandora from absolutely every other piece of media and interview

[absensia]

The woman laughed and so, she smiled in return. Frankly, she didn't know what else to do for everything around her was suddenly dissipating like spun - sugar in water. A stillness had come to settle on the space, a quiet that would've been peaceful if it weren't for the funny feeling that the silence was somehow imposed; a body placed into a grave, then buried. The dense dirt packed and the world to move on. She raised her mug of coffee up to her lips and took a slow, delicious sip. Well, this ought to be good, thought the vessel.

" Yeah, " she laughed. " It was real good. So good, actually, I think I might still be dreaming. "

The light coming into the café took on an odd, ephemeral quality. It was headache - inducing, or could be. . . if one were to immerse oneself in it long enough; it reminded the vessel of days when the sky was blanketed not in dark storm clouds nor fluffy white clouds, but rather, those strange, barely - there sort of clouds that spun sunlight into a kind of false glare. All the world's a stage and that spotlight above could never give rise to true¹ life. Over the rim of her cup, all she could do was watch this woman with open curiosity, not a hint of her inner confusion to show on her face. Neither did panic have any place here. ( It never did. Not with this particular pawn. ) She gave another laugh, soft and appreciative. " Time herself, right. That's very poetic, but yeah. I'm sure the end of the world would've come with a lot more. . . I don't know, bang and bustle? [ A happy chuckle, here. ] You said you're not of this place. Where are you from? If you don't mind me asking. "

¹ See also: Authentic.

LAUGHTER CURLS OFF HER TONGUE  and wafts  about like smoke.  an unbodied  declaration of a self held together by a staunch  belief in gentleness.  here she is,  the horrid face of the end - death made to order. a pock mark on man,  and so her thoughts had drifted to believe that this stillness was an error of her.  but with this other - the weight started to hold different  answers. “ i guess you’re right . yet,  i am not a person of this place and so i am quite certain i would not have gotten the message. “  she picks at her food - a fry here and a bite of her burger there.   AND YET HER EYES STAY ON THE OTHER ,  attempting to shell her character.   “ was it a good sleep  though ? maybe that's what saved you from whatever worked itself over this town.”

she is an unknown within  an unknown.  - a russian doll with an inside so small it cannot be seen.  and so she play acts - holding herself to more human-like qualities. eyes dulling from gold to slate - with her body wiring over its scales.  WHAT SHE NEEDS IS TO  NOT BE PERCEIVED - TO LIVE AS THOUGH SHE WERE NOTHING. “and  i wonder if time herself got annoyed  by all of us . “  she laughs , it's  small and kept close to the chest.  as though if it had weight it would make between them something too odd to hold. “ surely the world isn’t coming to an end as we sit here.”  she would have known  , if it were not for the small fact that the deity and her had made a pact of not giving each other the answers to what fate had called out of them . .  where she ended lives he ended world and for that she had no understanding of what was going on. 

[ruumirmir]

Reprise of a rolling mist

Part 1 Part 2 (soon)

☽◯☾ Summary - You, the revered God of Healing and Mist, one of the oldest friends of Zhongli, are not one to be easily taken down, but alas, in the Archon war of brutal massacres, you can’t escape death for long.  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ☽◯☾ Characters - Zhongli, (minor) Cloud Retainer, (minor) Madame Ping ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ☽◯☾ Tags - Zhongli x Reader || Gender Neutral || Angst || Eventual happy ending || Description of blood, violence, and fatal injuries || Mention of death   ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ☽◯☾ Word count - 1.2k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ☽◯☾ Rumour◇ says - my first ever fanfic to be published on tumblr. In case you haven’t seen my previous post, please do! It has some context in it. I hope i did peepaw some justice,, as much as I love him, it was slightly hard to pin his personality down especially in this wild scenario. I’ll probably belt out the part 2 really soon cause I’m done with it, just gotta decorate the post lmao.

‎• ——————————————————————— The nearby corpse of a beast twitches once before falling still. The loud ringing in your head gets louder by the passing minute. Mouth set into a grimace, you roll onto your back and hack out a wet cough.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ It's hard to breathe with a gaping hole in your torso, still fresh and bloody. Your half-lidded eyes focus onto a speck of ash, floating up to melt into the night air. ‎  ‎

‎ ‎ ‎

The God of War doesn’t fear. No. He is the one who’s feared. And yet...

“No...”, Morax kneels there, watching his old friend, laid upon the charred grass.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

Your once lustrous hair, now melds into the soot-stained ground, tainted by blood and grime. Your breaths come shallow and short. For all the dust and debris left in the battle's wake, Mt. Tianheng had a pleasant breeze to offer.

His palm find its way to yours; cold to the touch. Fingers tighten around you, and the clarity slowly returns to your hazy eyes.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

The stench of burnt flesh permeates the air. His gaze lingers over the yawning cavity in your body; charred at the edges. From such a pair of gods, its not Morax who wields the power to heal and mend. It’s not you who possesses the energy to do so.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ And so. his hands tremble uselessly over your gut, or the lack thereof.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

His most trusted. His closest companion. His oldest friend... The one who shares countless memories with him. The one who had promised to do so for many more years to come.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

"M-morax," his name spoken like a sigh. The corners of his mouth twitch into a small smile. Your stomach flares in pain when you fight back a strangled whine. "I am... not your burden to bear amidst a battle."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

He sits by you, pained. “Hush... do not strain yourself by talking.” You lie before him, bleeding.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

“O great Rex Lapis, won't you be kind? Won't you be wise? Renounce your lands and people? Spare us all a calamity from befalling those subjects of yours? It’s the least of your payment... for eons of slaughter caused by your hands”

A great many creatures had cackled, with many more swarming in. The seething mass of... beastly wasps, misshapen and overgrown, were all too eager for a massacre. A hivemind; disgustingly coordinated in brains and brawn. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

By the first rumbling of his meteorite that bombed over Mt. Tianheng, a familiar billowing mist had rolled forward to assist. Whether in your solid body, or a lashing mist, it was hard to quell the pyro gnats. ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

The grass is stained red by now.  He takes your hand and grips it tight, to his chest. You brush your fingers over his bruised knuckles.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ By the second rumbling of raining spears, Morax’s harsh orders had sent the adepti and yakshas scrambling towards the unprotected city of Liyue. . . . By the third rumbling of his shield molding around you... a flaming projectile had already shot clean through your torso.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

You need to fight to keep your eyes open.  From a simple flesh wound... what a joke. Your not the admired deity of recovery, just in name, are you?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Your fingers twitch, tightening around his robes. "Help me sit upright..."

His sharp exhale falls upon your brows, and with the utmost softest touch, You’re pulled up against his torso. Your head sags against his shoulder, where you can feel the thick pool of sorrow under his skin.

"Please... I do not want to cause you more hurt," The words fall hollow from his lips. He holds you up gently, and you can finally focus on his face.  … where you’re met with a wet shine to his eyes.

"What... are you trying to do?" His mouth trembles downwards ever so slightly.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

But you... you break out in a rebellious smile, don’t you?

The pain is unbearable. And you laugh all the harder for it. Sweat beads your forehead, and your fingers dig into his arm when he presses into your stomach to slow the bleeding. You bite out a groan. It burns.

"Don't look at me like that Morax", you pant. "This... this is but child’s play for a healer of my caliber...."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

Yet, your life trickles out like the grains of sand in an hourglass, and your vision flickers. 

He wipes the blood off your lip, clearly vexed, "You are still yourself, I see. Even as you lay here, near death, you are still joking."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

"Just... won’t you humor me one last time?" You rasp out, feeling faint. All sensations except the gritting pain have left already. "Lend me some energy- so my body can return to what it once was..."

"Because... I, the Healer God of Mist, am alone the revered one... who holds mortality at my fingertips..." your voice breaks towards the end, but you still flash a smile of dogged arrogance, don’t you? (There is nothing but a theory borne from your feverish thoughts.)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

He gazes at you; minutes away from the end. The god who holds no regrets, who has not one ounce of fear in their voice. (You have never been more terrified of death, for you only know how to run from it.) With a melancholy rustle of feathers, comes another soft voice, "Ever so conceited, until the very end...”, Cloud retainer murmurs into the night.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

His skin glows alight, veins illuminated on his chest and arms. His gnosis ignites for your fanatical whims. It always did.  "How could I ever refuse you...?", his trembling voice, so quiet. You’re met with a familiar embrace.

‎ … ‎ ‎ ‎ “If mortals pray to gods in their time of need, who does a god pray to?”

Two drops fall to your neck, rolling away until they wet your clothes.

“No one.” His smile is soft, and voice raspy. “A god can only pray to himself... but, he may have hope in others.” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

Your body slowly starts to dissipate into millions of droplets of condensation that scatter into the air, where the wind blows parts of you away, and away. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The soft tunes of a zither ring out into the air, permeating the atmosphere with a slow melody. An adeptus sits atop a nearby rock, her eyes downcast.

ah. ‘Ping's zither’, you sigh. ‘How kind of her.’

And he smiles through his tears.

Isn't it beautiful?

A great rolling mist dissolves into the air. With dust and ash in the air, it swirls and rises up and above. The wasted grassland is littered with thousands of droplets that shimmer like stars as the moonlight reflects off them. It is as beautiful. as it is empty.

On a night like this, Streetward rambler’s tune graces the wind, until her fingers bleed. Cloud Retainer sheds no tears, but know that she holds your memory well.

And you, Rex Lapis,

Morax,

you weep for me.

Taglist - @ainescribe ||  @theorchardcollective  || @flos-historia​ || @nightrayseishina ||  @thesparklingwriter

[pandanscafanfiction]

They really aren't 🤣😅

Big collab in the works... 😏😻📸

[stari-hun]

The Atlas : Scrapbook

The tone of the captions within the Atlas imply that narrator for them has a level of omniscience the newest one doesn’t have (1.4 patch and onwards).

[In Our Time], “The apostles got closer without making a sound. The apostles of heaven roared as the light shone through the hole. Many saw me off. It's time to make a choice.”

The text shows dialogue similar to a persons thought process, it's not similar to anyone who's present in the scene besides Druvis iii herself, but it is something she could've thought at another time. The CG here illustrates as Druvis iii fights our main characters. But it also shows the possible common thread/theme for reaching Insight 2. My theory is that Insight 2 is the peak of a character's power and introspection into themselves. In this scene she shows a Manus version of her Insight 2 outfit when she had chosen her path in life out of bitterness towards humans, and to go back in the Storm with the Manus. In 2.6 after seeing the Rowan twig still had a will to continue on underneath it's charring, Druvis iii decided to do the same and join Vertin to stop the Storm. This also shows the nature of people within the Manus as a whole as well, and how they can be people who started off friendly to arcanists then becoming a danger to them when they don't align to their own views.

[Tender Is the Night] shows the caption “What are these to those humans? I'm sure I'm not the only one who's curious.” It connects the conversation between Vertin and the Manus while directly relates to the scene happening at Sotheby’s house. It’s a nod to the [Player], directly addressing us as they mention Manus isn’t the only one curious about what humans truly value.

[Nouvelles et Textes pour Rien], “This is not even a punishment for her.”

The starting scene in Book 3, [Nouvelles et Textes pour Rien], shows Vertin's attitude and personality as a child. The entire book shows the reader and audience how she was apathetic towards authority, and unlike her peers (Matilda, Mesmer Jr, and most importantly, Sonetto) she didn't follow authority without reason. She follows Madam Z and Tooth Fairy because they helped her, and we see Tooth Fairy allude to on many occasions how she became a close adult figure to Vertin. Alongside Madam Z, they were the guiding forces in her childhood while teaching her how to be a functional person. We learn the most about Vertin's personality in this book, and in the opening scene as the first thing the book decides to show us about her is that silent isolation time isn't a punishment to her.

[El Oro de los Tigres], “Through the flourishing vines and leaves, people finally remember where she comes from.”

This is where we first see Druvis iii's insight 2 form after her leaving the Manus and her decision to live for the future. The text references Druvis's own dialogue and the manner she speaks in, but also references how Constantine talked about Vertin's group of refugee arcanists. Referencing how Constantine had referred to them as unenlightened and unrestrained arcanists behind her back before Druvis and the others proved how "unstable" arcanists truly are. Lilya also showed this nature in the chapter as she broke Vertin out of Laplace, notably as Mesmer Jr had a panic attack from the outburst of violence, the caption from [The Atlas] shows how arcanists are liberated by the use of their power.

Book 5, [The Prisoner in the Cave] captions “Cast off your shell, enter the silence. The answer you seek is within reach.”

The caption from [The Atlas] here mentions the answer Vertin seeks is within her reach, but not the truth. The answer to why the island was shrouded in mystery as well as the mysterious rules being enforced by arcane creatures, but not the truth behind the Storm.

[toxicbrothel]

Navigation

The brothel is a metafic universe where fic characters interact with each other and occasionally their madame (writer). It is set on the Toxic Compound, a sprawling property with multiple living quarters including the Joel Mansion, Slasher Party House, and Boyd Bungalow. Sometimes the madame writes smut here, too 😵‍💫

Reality tv episodes.

Real Housecreeps is a reality TV show about what they are up to when they're not in their fics. Sometimes producers intervene to stir things up.

📺🌹 real housecreeps - tv guide

Written by characters.

⛓️waking up by raider guest writer

🌸bedtime by sweet pea

👱‍♂️taking a walk by carter

👱‍♂️leatherface by carter

💦quickie by stepdad

🍃birthday by night walks

🍑Apple juice by Lincoln

🥩butcher by guest writer

⛓️waking up pt. 2 by raider

🍑helpful by vamp guest writer

⛓️raider - Joel's version by raider

The Madame's secret fics 🔥

⛓️👱🏼‍♂️camping raider x you, exhibitionism

⛓️👱🏼‍♂️river of dreams raider x you x Carter

🌸 girl talk, sweet pea x you

⛓️👱🏼‍♂️carter's dream, carter x you

⛓️👱🏼‍♂️stinger, Carter x you, you x joel

⛓️👱‍♂️sucking Carter off (not sweet pea)

📷 POV masterlist 1: 12 ficlets, various char.

📷 POV masterlist 2: 12 ficlets, various

⛓️👱‍♂️breakfast table: Joel x you, ft. Carter

⛓️🌸 bad ideas: Joel x you x her x Carter

Brothel banter

Chores incident 🧏‍♀️🍑⛓️

Guest appearance 💦🏠⛓️

Checkers 🧛‍♂️🔪

Name change 🧛‍♂️💦🏠

Dr. Rock's fic exercise

stepd*d 🏠

crying ⛓️

Bone to pick 👱‍♂️💵

✨ kinktober 🧛‍♂️🔪

Fine art.

Depravity Channel by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Super Creepy gif by @iamasaddie

Real Housecreeps by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Brothel zipline by puddles

Vampire in his coffin by puddles

I'm fond-uh my Gondola by puddles

Lincoln on work detail

Carter POV in the woods by puddles

Sweet pea's journal by @noxturnalpascal

girl talk mood board by not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Lmk if I've left yours off 🖤

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[londonhalcyon]

Witchy coworkers! I was going through some of my old docs, and I found a tiny handful of unfinished Merula & Kathy snips that I had written just for fun. They have a delightful relationship behind the scenes.

* * * *

[July 1996]

“Sometimes,” she said, her voice a detached calm, “I want to burn the whole world down.”

Merula asked, “What’s stopping you?”

Leigh turned her head towards her. She blinked, as if seeing through a fog—however temporarily. “There are still some good things. Or one, at least.”

“Yeah? And when you lose that one good thing?”

“‘When’?”

“Good things don’t last.”

“I won’t let that happen. Not to this one.”

“Won’t make a difference.”

“I won’t.”

“Bad things happen regardless of what you want. Madam Bones—”

Leigh grabbed Merula’s tie, yanking her closer. Eyes fierce, her nails dug into Merula’s skin through her clothes. The whiskey was strong on her breath. “Don’t.”

Merula didn’t flinch. She didn’t fight back. There was nothing to fight. The girl was drunk and weak. She was a tiny bundle of reeds that barely reached Merula’s eye level. She wasn’t a duelist; she was a secretary. And she was grieving.

“If I have nothing else to live for,” she said hoarsely, “what good will the rest of the world do me?” She released Merula, and then she raised her wand. “Incendio.”

She said the word so calmly, in that same detached manner as before. A jet of flames shot to the nearest training dummy. Those flames burned white hot, so intense Merula could feel the heat from where she stood. And they kept growing hotter.

Leigh’s detached expression didn’t change once. Not as the dummy cracked and popped, spitting burning wood. Not as molten metal dripped onto the training mat, searing black holes through the fabric. Not as Merula began to tug at her collar, sweating uncomfortably beneath her robes. Not even as those flames flared a pure, vivid, brilliant blue.

Merula had only ever managed to make the base of her Fire-Making Spells blue—while sober, and that was at the peak of her concentration…or the peak of her rage. And Leigh was standing there, motionless, expressionless, while pure scorching blue flame reduced the dummy to a melted, charred stump.

She was panting when she stopped, beads of sweat rolling down her face. She wiped her upper lip with the back of her hand. Merula hadn’t been sure the girl was breathing until now.

Merula said, “Bugger me.” Now, she thought, might just be one of those rare—extremely rare—moments to reevaluate her prior assumptions. This woman could kill her, given the right motivation. Merula was certain of that.

* * * *

[A little over a year later, talking about their time in the Frog Choir]

“I have a little sister,” Kathy said, sounding congested. She wiped her nose. “You weren’t unfamiliar.”

“I was a monster,” Merula said, only half-joking.

“Oh, please. You were nothing more than a child. Temperamental, certainly, who’d had the misfortune of being taught that kindness is conditional and attention must be sought. You were insufferable, not incomprehensible. Hardly what I would call a monster.”

“You still had to suffer me.”

“Yeah, but it’s easy to forgive you for it now. You’ve grown up into someone bearable.”

* * * *

[Part of the same conversation; I have no idea what Merula says before this]

“That’s what my therapist says.”

“You have a therapist?” Merula asked.

“My brain is held together by Spellotape and antidepressants. She prevents it from being more banjaxed than it already is, bless her.”

[bestworstcase]

some thoughts—messy ones—abt this beat:

this moment gets brought up with… honestly surprising regularity when people want to make a point about cinder being -redeemable- because she is, obviously, freaked out here. and like i don’t disagree that this scene and this specific beat in particular is doing really critical work to set up cinder’s villain->hero arc (not redemptive) but i do think “see! she’s repulsed by his wanton brutality!” is an odd and kind of reductive way to parse what’s happening here bc

that

is

a

grimm

thats a grimm. cinder reveled in the mass hysteria and violence she authored at the fall of beacon, personally reduced ozpin to a charred smear on the floor, and murdered a seventeen year old child in cold blood and gloated about it later. her first and only coping mechanism for Feels Bad is Killing People. it sparks joy. but she can’t stomach the sight of her coworker mauling a grimm.

ok? context is important. zoom out—

this is how salem’s training her—trying to train her—to mastery of the grimm arm. just throwing grimm at her until she reflexively falls back on her human arm, and then drops.

enough. i thought you were the girl who wanted power. stop holding back. if you want to master your new power, you must—

enter tyrian. and then for the whole dialogue between him and salem cinder gets framed like this:

folds hands.

the point of this scene is that cinder did lie to salem; she is not The Girl Who Wanted Power. what did she tell rhodes after she killed the madame? “i won’t have to run now.” she wants a home. she wants to be safe. she wants freedom. she believes—because the world has never given her a reason to believe otherwise—that becoming powerful is the only way she can ever get what she wants. but she does not, per se, want power.

and salem does not understand this because cinder has hitherto been very careful to keep her true motivation hidden, primarily because the last time she showed vulnerability her quasi-parental mentor immediately drew on her and shattered her ability to trust into a billion itty bitty pieces. cinder is, throughout this scene, very careful not to let salem see any of the stricken or pleading looks that the audience gets to see.

stop holding back.

tyrian interrupts when he does because salem can’t see through the mask cinder has presented to her (and is frustrated because she therefore can’t understand why cinder is being so timid with the phenomenal power she used to, it bears repeating, literally wipe the floor with ozpin)—and because what cinder takes from all of this is that salem wants her to be more brutal, like tyrian. there’s a reason cinder starts practicing on illusory rubys after this and why she’s frustrated and confused by salem’s judicious tactics in V5.

see? the beginning is the end and the end is the beginning; the scene is mirrored and tyrian is the looking glass. this:

is the guilt later renewed as horror:

there’s layers to cinder having this empathetic response to grimm when grimm are subjected to violence. obviously part of it is that cinder herself is grimm, at least in part, and that identification is conspicuously made present in the scene—

—but it goes beyond that. “you turned yourself into a monster just for power”/“look who’s talking.” think about how tenderly cinder says “shh, this is your home now” to the wyvern in V3. grimm are not the monsters in cinder’s story; they never have been. the abuse she suffered from her own kind was so horrific and unrelenting that it engendered a sense of kinship with the grimm. before she got that arm she was stitching grimm markings into the sleeves of her dress.

but insofar as this beat and this scene is integral to cinder’s nascent villain->hero arc the load-bearing pillar here is the contradiction between cinder’s notional aspiration (power) and her true motivation (freedom safeguarded by power), and the way her identification with and empathy for the grimm are tied up in that and the manner in which she tries to give salem what she thinks salem wants from her (i.e. be more like tyrian). which all comes back around with this ->

notably in 8.6 salem not only recants her harsh treatment of cinder since cinder returned but also reverses the things she says to cinder in 4.11. “i thought you were the girl who wanted power […] then stop holding back” -> “you’ve fought your whole life unwaveringly for what you want, and here i am holding you back instead of lifting you up.”

basically the rivalry between cinder and tyrian pulls a lot of symbolic weight because what tyrian represents vis-a-vis the salem-cinder dynamic is their shared misunderstanding of each other; salem accepts the ruthless power-hunger at face value and cinder reads into salem’s frustration a desire for cinder to be more brutal and both of them are incorrect. the framing of the disciplinary/apology scene in 8.6 communicates the shifting paradigm in part by adjusting his prominence in the composition of key shots before and after the pivot. and then salem sends him away to babysit the c-lister in vacuo.

point being the narrative development toward cinder’s villain->hero arc is also the narrative development toward salem’s villain->hero arc because they are structurally interdependent and constructed as a set; they’re meant to happen together and because of each other. that’s the trajectory. also cinder is keeping the arm and salem is not getting ungrimmed thank you goodnight

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

some supporting chars for TJ

they work at a dungeon/bdsm club called Category 9

bonus:

slightly nsfw talk below

There is a nude version of this pic, which i'll post at the end. i'm pretty sure it's allowed per site rules since it's just nudity without arousal etc. but idk if the kink involved changes things...

Anyway

TJ doesn't work at CAT9 but he likes to help out w/ setting up equipment because he's a nice boy.

Madame Maypole has the most equipment (toys, machines, etc.) so he has a good rapport with her.

He is friendly with Kent but doesn't know him super well, but Kent also ends up being TJ's first time alone with a man (he's been in threesomes before though).

Sir, idk if TJ knows well or at all, since he mostly does stuff for the ladies, though he is willing to work with men occasionally.

TJ has def played with Madame Maypole and been plowed by Kent, though, at least once.

Bits:

I included naked Sir but really he doesn't ever take his clothes off at the club so... it's not necessarily relevant

Kent is hung yes

fortunately, TJ is kind of a size queen

[wlw-webcomic-bracket]

WEBCOMIC DIRECTORY

Half the reason I created this tournament is so I could find new webcomics to read, and I know a bunch of you are following it for the same reason.

So: Here is a directory of every webcomic that was submitted!

Please note that this list is Very Long, so (1) I have not read most of these webcomics and can't vouch for their content, and (2) I have not tested any of these links, but I can fix any errors if you point them out.

Comics are listed in alphabetical order, with the featured couple(s) or poly ship(s) in parentheses. Broken into two parts because Tumblr only allows 100 links per post and there are 140 comics.

180° Angel (Sam and Lilith)

2 Slices (Ruka and Rio)

A Week in Warrigilla (Hazel and Willie)

A&H Club (Adrian and Hildegard)

Alice and the Nightmare (Edith and Quinn)

Alien Heart (Ivy and Rosa)

Always Human (Sunati and Austen)

Balderdash (Georgie and Afia)

Band vs Band (Honey Hart and Turpentine)

Blindsprings (Ember and Irelia)

Boyfriends (Jock, Prep, Nerd, and Goth)

Bugtopia (Arachne and Scarlet)

Burn Away (Abella and Edie)

Charity Case (Sylvia and Jerry)

Circuits and Veins (Ai and Aki)

Console Her (Claudia and Ava)

Cucumber Quest (Almond and Peridot; Piano and Ametrine)

Cursed Princess Club (Nell and Jolie)

Dame Daffodil (Charo and Alesea)

Daughter of the Lilies (Lyra and Margot)

Dead Winter (Lizzie and Alice)

Dicebox (Griffin and Molly)

Dirt Creek Runs Red with Blood (Ines and Sarepia)

Dom&Mor (Dominique and Morgan)

Dresden Codak (Kimiko and Elith)

Drop-Out (Lola and Sugar)

Dumbing of Age (Becky and Dina; Jennifer/Billie and Ruth)

El Goonish Shive (Ellen and Nanase; Catalina and Rhoda; Diane and Lucy)

Eldritch Darling (Ina and CJ)

Encore! (Quinn and Hana)

Ennui Go (Izzy, Darcy, and Tanya)

Errant (Sarin and Jules)

Facing the Sun (Aarya and Liza)

Finding Wonderland (Alex and Lucky)

Flowers For the Arsonist (Lucia and Paige)

Four Leaf (Carla and Lina)

Gals (Croix, Sam, Lux, and Charlotte)

Ghoul Crush (Sison and Laguna)

Girly (Otra and Winter)

Glitterlaced (Goldie and Luck)

Go Get a Roomie (Roomie and Lillian)

Guide to the Land of Monsters (Arnatuk and Tove)

Gunnerkrigg Court (Kat and Paz; Zimmy and Gamma)

Hard Lacquer (Claire and Robin; Claire and Petra)

Heartstopper (Darcy and Tara)

Heir's Game (Sevilia and Ilianna)

Her Tale of Shim Chong (Shim Chong and Madam Jang)

High Class Homos (Sapphia and Odette; Sapphia and Marla)

Homestuck (Rose and Kanaya; Calliope and Roxy; Vriska and Meenah; Vriska and Terezi)

How to Be a Werewolf (Marin and Marisa)

I Love Amy (Amy and Bibi)

I Want to Be a Cute Anime Girl (Cheryl and Delilah)

I'm the Villainess but the Heroine's Trying to Capture Me (Nelly and Nancy)

In My Heart (Wantanabe Yuki and Sasaki Mari)

Isadora (Isaline and Theodora)

It's Okay to Like Girls (Sophie and Olivia)

Kidd Commander (Phineas and Agatha)

Kill Six Billion Demons (Allison and Ciocie Cioelle)

Kiss It Goodbye (Aruka and Yukimi)

Lady of the Shard (Radiant Goddess and Acolyte; Radiant Goddess and Old God)

Lesbiampires (Daphne and Veronika)

Lore Olympus (Athena and Hestia)

Mage & Demon Queen (Malori and Velverosa)

Matchmaker (Kimmy and Marlowe)

Missing Monday (Foyle and Monday)

Monsters and Girls (Lili and Sera)

Motherlover (Imogen and Alex)

Moving In (Jackie and Riley)

Muted (Camille, Nyra, and Dendro)

My Dragon Girlfriend (Dani and Christie; Callie and Olive)

My Sweet Archenemy (Mad Spade and Miss Sunshine)

My Wish Is to Fall In Love Until You Die (Shiina and Mimi; Seiran and Ari)

Namesake (Selva and Alice)

Nano List (Chacha and Zavi)

Never Satisfied (Neith and Isra)

Nevermore (Lenore and Annabel Lee)

Night Owls and Summer Skies (Emma and Vivian)

Not So Shoujo Love Story (Rei and Hanna)

Octopus Pie (Jane and Marigold)

Offbeat (Beau and Julie)

On a Sunbeam (Mia and Grace; Alma and Char)

On Borrowed Time (Rune and Dielle)

Osora (Celia and Catalina)

Remaining links in part two!

[gatheredfates]

🖊

Seelu knows she will eventually go insane.

It is not a question of if, it is a question of when.

There was a choice she was presented with when she first encountered the 'stranger' with the bleeding heart; a darker knowledge that, though she did not quite understand it's greater machinations, told her that pledging herself to it would free and doom her both.

Was she not already doomed? She did not know her home among the trees; she had been passed down through occupational force to occupational force like well-worn trinket, weighed and traded like gold. She was fed, clothed and bathed, but what of that was a life? Half of it she saw from the bars of an iron cage rattling aimlessly down charred paths - 'the men will be pleased to see you', said whatever madame or lord held sway over her - and it was all she could do to be comforted by the sheer vacuum of space that lay in the gaps of stars.

Somewhere, there was nothing. For it wasn't like she wanted to vanish, she simply wanted to have nothing happen to her at all.

When he promised that to her, the chaos and the stasis - the power and insanity - she took it without a second thought. She clawed her way to freedom bloodied and beautiful, but she was alive. 'You will see unimageable horrors,' he tried to warn her, but she saw them already. 'You will find shadows in the edges that aren't there.' But she would also see the stars.

What he should have told her was that he would never let her go. She was his first mistake, a 'kindness' from a creature who did not know the word. He would bring her back again and again.

Even when he shouldn't.

Even when it was wrong.

Even when he had to realign her skull himself. Even when she opened her eyes, a cosmos of floating lights, blinded by his gift.

He will not let go. But she will go insane.

[edupunkn00b]

Just Like Magic, Chapter 9: Find

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From Chapter 8: Seek

A twig snapped behind them and they both turned. In the path forged by their footsteps lay a long branch from the tree, as thick around as the boy’s arm and taller than Logan. “That wasn’t there—” Logan began, looking back at the child. The boy was gone. “Hello?” he called, belatedly realizing he did not even know the child’s name. “Whe—where did you go?” It’s yours… the wind answered back.

A blacksmith’s hammer clanged, punctuated by a distant gate's slam, cracking the forest’s hush. Janus crept closer to the edge of the woods and peered between the branches of a twisted fir. The stench of burning nearly overpowered him.

Nothing remained of Logan’s old house. Save for the scattered, charred stones of his hearth and chimney and something that might have once been a window ledge, there was little evidence a house had once stood in its place. Acrid smoke drifted up from the embers of his roof, the sticky tar that had held together the mis-matched thatch work still giving off heat.

Cassian and his brute squad must’ve set the fire after they’d woken from Janus’ spell and discovered Logan had escaped. The stonework was stained with oil, likely an accelerant. The blaze must’ve been incredible. Stretching out from Logan’s house at least a dozen feet, soot mixed with snow. But the border of ashy black around the home was sharp as it neared the woods, and the trees even at the edge closest to the fire remained healthy and untouched.

Stroking the nearest branch with a chant for continued health and a whispered thanks for its protection, Janus stepped clear of the forest, each footstep quieter than the last.

But he wasn’t quiet enough.

“Done already with the aborrito?” A woman’s voice creaked from just beyond the rubble. Hands and skirts black with soot, she’d been crouched in the ruins of what had once been Logan’s home, picking through for anything of value. “Or was it too old for you to fully corrupt?”

“I assure you, madam,” Janus inclined his head and stood with one arm outstretched, palm up and empty. Even in what he hoped was a non-threatening pose, he kept his staff planted in the earth. “I have done Logan no harm.” A fire that rivaled the one they’d set sparked in his chest and he could not stop his tongue. “Which is more than I can say for the harm this village has done to him. He will not return to you.”

She spat—loudly—at his feet. “Your kind can keep the aborrito just like you’ve kept all the others.”

Ignoring her ill-mannered expectorate, Janus stared, heart pounding in his ears.

There are no mages in the South.

“Others?” He repeated. “What ‘others?’”

Eyes narrowed, the old woman tapped her forehead, then her chest in that befouled Southern curse. “My little boys. And the miller’s daughter a few years after them. The Dark Wood’s took ‘em all. The aborrito hid what it was for a long, long time.” She gazed past his shoulder, nodding.

Too late, Janus realized he’d let himself become distracted. Shuffled steps and cracked knuckles announced the presence of a crowd behind them.

“Still, it managed to lead you here. One more bit of demonic filth for us to scour from the good earth.”

Janus let his other hand fall as he turned, raising his staff. Bearing sharpened metal and blunt farm tools, the men who’d gathered at Logan’s door circled him. Janus dug his heels into the ground and inhaled slowly, pulling in latent energy from the earth. “Go home,” he said, eyes flicking over the crowd before landing on Cassian. “You’re not going to get what you want out of this.”

“Oooh, is that a threat?” Cassian said, laughing. He turned to the lackey at his side, the one who’d rebuked Logan last night. “Did this little mage threaten me?” He grinned, hard and cold as the blade in his hand.

Energy coursed through Janus’ veins and he tightened his grip on his staff. The air crackled around him and those closest shuffled back. “You do not want this fight, Cassian.”

“Cowards!” he snapped at the more cautious among his men. Still, his voice held a quaver he couldn’t quite disguise. “Don’t let the wizard’s tricks scare you. This one’s already been sentenced to the sulfur and the fire.”

Janus held firm. A frightened brute could be more dangerous than a truly brave one.  He watched as the men grew strength from each other. It was only then Cassian lunged forward, drawn blade held low.

Sweeping the ground with his staff, Janus side-stepped the charge. With a bang, blinding sparks leapt up from the earth.The three men closest to him fell, hands over their faces muffling their cries.

Cassian hesitated, turning the blade in his hand. Janus watched wisdom and bravado war in his eyes.

Bravado won. “I’ll have your head for that!” he spat.

“Come and take it, then.”

Cassian ran at him but Janus was faster. More weapon than tool, he flipped his staff up, catching behind Cassian’s left foot. He dropped to the ground, hard. The lackey jumped at Janus next, followed by another few of his crew.

Chanting, Janus drove his staff into the soil. Fire shot up around him, catching two of the men. The rest backed off. But not Cassian.

He pushed up to his feet, favoring one leg. “I was going to let you die quickly,” he growled, eying the flaming ground. “You won’t be so lucky now.”

“Neither will you,” Janus muttered, then raised his staff over his head. He chanted, drawing up energy from the dirt and roots beneath his feet, from the sun and the stars above and beyond their reach. His circle of fire leapt into the sky, licking at the few men still standing.

The fine fur lining Cassian’s boots caught fire and he howled. He and two of his friends kicked dirt at them, smothering the flames. Janus used the moment of inattention to slam his staff back into the ground. Fire and smoke shot out.

And Cassian fell.

The lackey dragged him away before the flames could consume him. Janus watched their retreat then let the flames die.

“You fear the wrong fires,” Janus Called out for the entire village, feet rooted. “I will raze this town if any other mages in your midst come to harm.”

The magic of his Call roused the injured, including Cassian. He met each of their eyes in turn, then spun on the spot, scanning the distance. Aside from the woods, his was the only magic as far as he could see.

He grieved the loss of the three souls this village had deemed mages and the countless more slaughtered before them. And though he could do nothing about the past, Janus would damn himself before he let another be harmed by their hand.

“I shall take my leave but you will see me again,” he promised, then turned back toward the forest. The crowd, once glowering around with clenched fists, shrunk from him, leaving Janus a clear path. Cassian’s lackey tugged at his arm, pulling him away. But as he bent to draw Cassian back, the man’s dagger fell.

With a roar, Cassian scooped it up and flung it toward the woods.

Magic and energies spent from the fires and his Call, Janus was too slow to stop the blade before it plunged into his flesh.

Slow, but not powerless. Muttering a spell to try to staunch the bleeding, he pulled out the dagger and turned. Eyes closed, he whispered to the blade, “Versus, rectus, volare.” ( Fly true, fly straight, fly now. ) He released the blade and it shot back out from between the trees. The mens’ cries and Cassian’s burbled final sounds told him the blade had found its mark.

Leaning heavily on his staff, Janus pressed hard against the new wound above his hip. Blood already soaked through his woolen tunic and down to his boots. He followed the sound of the melting creek and limped back to camp as a soft snow began to fall.

~

Tiny sparkling flakes flitted down between the trees, giving the mahoe bough an impossibly bright glow. Logan stepped closer and bent to pick it up. The wood gleamed in his grip, bright blue light—the color of the luminarium he’d sent last night—spilled out from beneath his hands.

It’s yours, the wind whispered again. More than a single voice this time.

Tearing his eyes from the bough that would become his staff, he scanned the forest. He could see no-one but he didn’t feel alone. “Thank you,” he answered aloud. “My name is Logan,” he added, then waited, hopeful. For what, he wasn’t entirely sure.

Cursing his own foolishness, he started back when happy laughter wrapped around him. We know.

As he hiked back to their campsite, the snow grew heavier, enough reaching through the thick branches to begin to coat the meagre path in front of him. With a chuckle, he nodded and, holding the bough in one hand, tread carefully through the underbrush to retrace his steps back to camp to show Janus what he’d found.

What he’d been given.

He hadn’t simply hallucinated the child, had he? Other than the vague sense of company as he'd walked, he had no evidence he’d actually encountered a small child impossibly alone and unafraid in the Dark Woods. A child impossibly familiar.

Logan shook his head. That’s all this was. He himself had been anxious treading so deep into a woods he’d spent most of his life hearing was inhabited by evil. He’d simply imagined someone so very similar to his old friends as a crutch for his fragile courage. That explained the familiarity in his laughter, explained the ease Logan had felt in the child's presence. The child's pretend presence.

Cheeks burning at how easily he’d fooled himself, Logan walked a little faster, the crackle of ice in the creek guiding him back to his teacher. The wind picked up and a fresh burst of snow cut between the trees. He clung to Janus’ cloak, grateful for its crafting—both the sturdy weave and the magic surely stitched within.

As he neared the bend in the creek that meant their little camp wasn’t far, he hefted up an armful of dried fir branches. Without his cloak to warm him, Janus no doubt was keeping the fires brightly lit. Logan intended to return with more warmth than he’d taken with him on his search for a staff.

Blanketed by clouds thick and heavy with snow, the sky had darkened and Logan kept his eyes up, seeking out the glimmer of flames that would mean camp was near. But the horizon remained dim and it wasn’t until he’d stumbled into their little clearing that he noticed their fire had gone out.

And just beyond the cold fire circle, his earlier vision came to life. Janus, sprawled face down on the ground, tunic and pants stained in rusty red.

[nyswrites]

olá, tag ! tudo certinho? eu sou a nys e, como parte da galera aqui, ‘tô com inspiração e um sonho (ideias de plot kskjk). então... você, você mesmo, topa? vou deixar minhas ideias aqui e esperar pelo melhor, mas adoraria só jogar conversa fora e/ou amigar 💕

pode me chamar ou deixar seu like que eu vou até você !

black sails é mt grandona, então eu smp quero plots nesse universo. pode ser f/f, m/m, f/m, mas queriaa! principalmente se for pirata x mocinha do interior vizinha da barlow ou capitão/pirata x madame (te amo max e anne);

espécies diferentes num plot sobrenatural! só quero escrever com a minha bruxinha selene. ela é bem intencionada, imprudente e n tá nem aí se seu char for reservado — ou, até, duvidoso;

figura pública com alguém que cuide da sua imagem;

intriga política num universo distópico onde dois reinos têm uma rixa histórica e, por fim, botam o fardo da resolução nesses dois. muse a e muse b são prometidos na infância e o noivado é instável, rompendo e voltando diversas vezes à bel prazer dos pais. eles, por fim, acabam sendo apresentados na maioridade e desenvolvem uma afeição estranha, repleta de rivalidade ligada ao seus respectivos países e vida política. o que dá muito certo, por um tempo (aqui, eu já criei na minha cabeça a char fem, com fc e tudo).

duas celebridades, uma acabou de estourar, outra está no auge da própria carreira. ambição, boatos, expectativas e muita exposição. uma não gosta, exatamente, daquele colega de trabalho com que muse a tem uma relação duvidosa, mas, ei, é bom pra chamar atenção pro novo projeto. a química criativa de muse b com o colega de banda também não lhe agrada, mas não vai interferir... ou vai? (eu prefiro que seja f/f, mas não me incomodo com outra dinâmica);

[stoopid-turtle]

BTS in Order June Pt 1

Mainly from this bilibili timeline.

May Pt 2 here.

6.1 ggdd Yiling market scene with a-yuan

- Dd does the sword in and out thing right in front of the child

- Then they're in post-timeskip costumes and gg does a few of his dance moves

- They're doing a scene where they are about to walk up to a building where jc is. Gg turns to DD and whispers something in his ear, facing away from where they're going. Then he touches DD's sleeve.

- They do a take. Dd as lwj walks to a nearby column and leans on it. After they call cut, gg immediately goes to kabedon DD, who smiles. Then they start walking off together

- As a blue screen is getting set up, DD helps gg with his dance. Then they do the SpongeBob thing

- Includes bit under covered walkway where gg does dancy walking away. They continue to talk and whatever the convo is about, gg finds it delightful/hilarious.

6.2 dramatic rain scene with DD being obscene with the umbrella

(alt 6.7)

6.2 gg only with jc. Madam Jiang is there. They're planning out the whipping scene.

- GG calls JC "sausage" bc apparently the name Jiang Cheng sounds similar to the word "sausage"

- JC comments to the fight coordinator that he worries the audience will criticize the whipping scene bc Madam Yu is so harsh with WWX. GG teases him by pointing out a scene where JC tried to whip WWX. JC looks at the camera and says "I'm not that person."

- GG teases WZC for apparently lying about his height.

6.3 gg on produce 101 - Ggdd pretend not to know each other even tho they share an earpiece

6.4 gg only. With jc in lotus pier- More scenes in mo manor

6.6 ggdd. Wwx disrupting things at jinlintai . Gg does those weird tongue exercises

- Dark interior. Gg and XL are giggling with each other with the director beside them.

- In this scene, WWX promises to never leave Yunmeng or his family. Then gg laments that he keeps playing chars that renege on their promises. XL jokes that he's just that kind of boy.

- Gg and dd don't actually seem to interact. Gg is laughing and chatting with xl for most of these clips. And with jc

- Gg only. Outdoors with wq in rain

6.7 ggdd

- dd with lhk in a boat while gg, jc, and xl walk along the canal

- Gg intro scene to the flashback

- Ggdd with DD in blue robes outside. Between takes, they start singing something. I think this is when they're singing that aerobics song

- Under a tent, dark, DD sitting next to yubin, in a striped shirt, who's getting makeup done. gg and dd are watching scenes and gg laments about how bloated he looks. this is also where dd asks if his tear was okay during the Golden Core reveal.

- Gg puts flute to DD's throat. This is the clip I've seen translated as DD asking for a kiss and gg pointing out the camera

6.8 ggdd. With jc. Jinlintai again. This time with jgy's wife. Dancing women in bg. Gg bites fan

- Under tent finger guns. Dd returns obscene gesture off camera. 👉👌

6.9 gg only with xl and jzx

- Jc appears. At one point jzx is kinda stroking jc's chest. Then everybody laughs.

6.10 DD only on battlefield with jc.

6.11 gg only. Fight with jzx in cloud recesses

- ggdd same but nope there's a lot more extras and DD is there. Big group holding gg and jzx back from each other

6.13 ggdd cold spring

- Includes gg clinging to dd

6.14 more cold spring adventures

- They're sitting in the water going over the script and they keep flopping around. At one point gg stretches out in like a yoga pose with one hand down and the other stretched up and he screams in cold

- This feels really porny.

- Oh, and then DD discovers that flapping his sleeves in the water makes a lewd noise. Then it gets extra porny.

- Magnum wang moment

6.15 ggdd during wen indoctrination. In forest with lwj limping.

- Ggdd under umbrellas running thru the scene

- The "fuck you to love you" conversation. Gg's tank top is inside out.

6.15 DD only wire work in blue robes

6.15 gg only. Tied up with jyl and jc.