#Tangs got the spirit of it that’s what matters

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[sanjisprincesswifey]

romance alphabet ⋆ trafalgar law

summary: what it's like to fall in love with the surgeon of death

a ⋆ affection; how affectionate is he? how does he show his affection?

at the start of the relationship, law almost never shows any affection toward you. he’s helplessly awkward when it comes to lovey-dovey stuff, but after a couple awkward encounters, he’ll gain some confidence and start providing you acts of service.

it’s honestly the little things with law; he’ll bring you a blanket and pillows to nap in his office; he always makes sure you eat, even going as far as to make you meals when you’re hungry; anything you desire, law will provide.

b ⋆ best quality; what's his best quality as a romantic partner and why?

law is an incredible listener. he is always paying attention to what you say no matter the time or place. he always remembers the smallest of details, which of most you didn’t even remember yourself. by knowing every detail about you, it’s his way of showing you how much he cares.

c ⋆ confession; would he confess his feelings first? if so, how would he confess?

lmao no. he’d rather roll over in his grave than tell you he likes you.

the only way you’d find out is through someone else (bepo).

d ⋆ dating; what is it like to date him? how is he as a romantic partner?

in the beginning, it feels as if your relationship is stagnant, nothing really changes from just being friends. until one late night when he asks if you want to see his coin collection or his comic books and it’s like his whole personality does a complete 180 on you, seemingly out of nowhere. suddenly you’re dating a complete nerd who is (un)secretly obsessed with you.

law’s definitely the type to remember all the little things you say, has a journal full of your favorite things, but rarely opts to be overly romantic. he would give you a present that reminds you of someone special to you and treat it as “no big deal.”

all in all, he’s a bit embarrassed to be romantic, but he’s definitely got the spirit.

e ⋆ emotions; how emotional is he with you? does he show his emotions right away or does it take time for him?

you’re lucky if you get a passive aggressive sigh from law for a very long time. he doesn’t start dropping his walls until a couple months to a year, again, if you’re lucky.

poor baby is so afraid to show you any real emotion because of all his unresolved trauma, so just be patient with him.

f ⋆ flirt; how good is he at flirting? does he flirt well or often?

oh my god, no; it’s the opposite in fact. he’s terrible, genuinely terrible.

he’s awkward, stuttery, sweaty, and kinda just stares at you when he can’t get any words out.

on the rare occasion he’s mediocre at it is when he’s drunk and no other time, you cannot convince me otherwise.

g ⋆ gifts; is he a gift giver? what kind of gifts does he enjoy giving you?

yes, but he’s not so much for the pageantry so they’ll be subtle; a new blanket on the bed for you, a framed photo of the two of you suddenly appearing on your nightstand, stuff like that.

h ⋆ hugs; does he hug you a lot? what are his hugs like?

he loves to hug you only when you're in the privacy of his room on the polar tang. he doesn't care much for the affection otherwise, that's what he tells you anyway. you later learn he's just embarrassed to be so romantic otherwise given his reputation.

since law towers over you, he practically throws his body weight into you when you hug. he wraps his arms around your waist, tightly clinging to you as his head droops into your shoulder. the majority of his body weight is now shoved into your shoulder like the big 26-year-old baby he is.

i ⋆ i love you; does he tell you that he loves you first?

again, i have to laugh, but no. maybe subtly, but never, ever directly and he will never say the actual words. he’ll be more ‘romantic’ or whatever his version of romantic is (being more attentive), and then the crew will catch on. law definitely talks about you way too much to the crew and they'll all realize that he loves you before you do.

j ⋆ jealousy; does he get jealous a lot? if so, for what specific reason?

oh, yes; probably one of the most jealous men in all of one piece, in my opinion.

law is deeply insecure, afraid of love, and has abandonment issues and if he feels even a twinge of jealousy it’s like his heart breaks on the sight.

however, it does take a little bit to get him jealous! he’s not threatened by normal interaction, but if someone was a bit too overly affectionate with you (read: luffy, sanji, or eustass), that’s enough to make him jealous. it’s the act of seeing someone be vulnerable with you the exact same way he is with you that drives him nuts.

k ⋆ kisses; what part of you is his favorite to kiss? how often does he enjoy kissing you?

his favorite is any place that’s intimate and vulnerable; being able to claim you as his because no one else gets to touch you where he does.

you can find law in the crux of your neck almost every night, it’s one of his favorite spots because he can practically breathe in your scent and lovingly kiss the area as much as he likes without getting tired.

after your relationship reaches the point where he’s no longer uncomfortable to show affection it’s like every second of the day with him. you wouldn’t think it by the look of him, but law adores kissing you even if it’s a quick kiss to your forehead in passing. it’s kind of his way of showing you love even when you aren't directly saying it and he gets super whiny when you don’t show him the same affection in return.

l ⋆ love language; what’s his love language?

acts of service. law thinks of it as an incognito way to show affection even when he’s around others. it’ll range from throwing a blanket on you when you “accidentally” fall asleep in his office to offering to aid you on specific tasks “just in case.”

m ⋆ memories; what memories of you two are the most precious to them? why do they treasure them?

it has to be the first night he said, ‘i love you.’ it’s after you had fallen asleep in his arms, your light snores echo around the room.

he has an elbow propped up against the pillow holding his head and the other arm draped around you. your bare skin is so warm against him, it was such a strange sensation compared to the cold air that usually envelopes him in his room.

your calm expression twitches slightly indicating that you had to be dreaming and law hopes it was about him.

his gray eyes were so soft; his facial muscles felt so foreign in such a gentle position, but he couldn’t help it when he was holding you so close to him. knowing that the person before him loved him so much.

that meant so much to him because it was the first time in 14 years that law had finally regained the love he had lost so long ago.

n ⋆ nicknames; what nicknames does he prefer to call you, if any at all?

law is such a ‘doll’ kind of guy. it just falls from his lips like butter and he’s so quick to start calling you that too.

o ⋆ on cloud nine; what is he like when he's in love? how different does he act when he's in love?

when law falls in love with you, it is probably the most confusing time in your relationship. it’s kinda like when the grinch’s heart grows three sizes but instead of accepting it, it scares the hell out of him. he’s extremely avoidant of you and won’t explain anything so you gotta corner him in his office.

he’ll get scared, possibly shed a tear or two and tell you just how terrified of love he is. you can’t really blame him, so you tell him you obviously love him too. he turns into such a clingy, obsessive guy after that. he loves having your attention; his walls really come down and he’ll show you all his nerdy collections like comic books and coins.

when law is finally ready to admit that he’s in love with you, he is the softest and most pure a man could be. he’s vulnerable and feels safe with you, so that means he’s extra protective.

p ⋆ pda; does he openly express pda? how affectionate is he in public?

unfortunately, law hates pda. in fact, law is very adamant on keep your relationship personal and private. due to his traumatic past, law chooses to keep you a secret so as to not put you in harm’s way.

though when you make the alliances that law does, he comes to realize that word will get out eventually. law attempts to threaten luffy to keep your relationship under wraps but, c’mon, it’s luffy.

q ⋆ quirks; what are some things you’ve learned about him since being in a relationship?

he’s very particular about everything; he always needs a solution to every problem. for instance, whenever you two have a disagreement, he’ll be unsatisfied until he has a direct solution for your issue and become frustrated if there isn’t one.

because of his particular-ness, when it’s his turn to plan date nights, they are often planned to a t. you will leave a certain time, the activity will take place at a certain time, etc., you think it’s completely adorable even when he’s frustrated when you’re a minute or two behind schedule.

r ⋆ romance; is he a romantic partner? is he cliché or creative?

contrary to popular belief, law can be quite romantic. he’s a ‘flowers just because kind of guy’ and is extremely creative in the gift-giving sentiment.

he opts for purchasing presents you’d actually enjoy, taking his time and putting energy into a photo album or scrapbook. the gestures from law are always well thought out; it’ll always be work he’s proud of.

s ⋆ smooch; what was your first kiss like? where did it happen and was it planned?

your first kiss is something law wishes you didn’t remember. he waited 26 years to kiss someone, did either of you really think he’d be any good at it?

it, of course, was a bit awkward. you never assume someone could mess up a kiss but somehow, he did.

you were in his office, chair placed closely next to his as you read over whatever book he was fixated on this week.

it was late, the both of you were sleep deprived beyond compare, but every time law glanced over at you reading the page he was, he swore his heart jumped out of his chest.

though the kiss itself was not planned, he spent at least 15 minutes mentally calculating if he should make his move.

when he finally mustered up the courage, he turned to you in an awkward position and just kinda stared between your eyes and your lips.

it doesn’t take long for you to notice your boyfriends gawking and before you can ask him if he’s okay he smushes his lips to yours.

of course, having no prior experience, he doesn’t really move his lips at all and just sits there for a couple of seconds until you pull away.

he’s confused, but he’s definitely got the spirit, so you give him some leeway and show him how it’s done.

the both of you laugh about that memory now, but he still feels embarrassed if he thinks about it for too long.

t ⋆ true love; does he believe you were destined to be together?

nope. he doesn’t believe in fate or astrology or anything of the sort but is definitely open to it if you do.

even if doesn’t believe in any spiritual destiny, he constantly finds himself thanking whoever may be up there that he is lucky enough to have you.

u ⋆ ultimatum; what is a dealbreaker in his relationship?

law needs loyalty. he needs to know that you are his and, more importantly, that he is yours. the hardest part about falling in love for him is that he is terrified that you’ll leave him and having your loyalty reassures him (most times anyway) that you’ll always be by his side.

v ⋆ value; how important is the relationship to him? what is it worth in comparison to other things in his life?

okay, don’t shoot the messenger, but at the start of your relationship law didn’t think that highly of it. due to his lack of emotional affection to or from anyone, he honestly saw no important significance for being in a relationship.

in classic law fashion, nothing really changed between you two until he realized how much your absence affected him. the romantic longing in his heart was such an unfamiliar feeling he mistook it for some kind of heart condition.

eventually law comes to realize that, maybe, someone who is as closed off and lonely as he could fall in love and then he is putty in your hands. the minute he knows he loves you, you become his number one priority. he tries to maintain some of his natural disposition, but he is so desperate to be loved by you that he does anything and everything for you.

w ⋆ wild card; a random relationship headcanon!

law is borderline obsessed with you. he’ll know things about you that you don’t even remember telling him. he’s kind of a freak if we’re being honest.

he steals clothes from your room because they smell like you, takes photos of you without your knowledge so that he can keep them for later, and bought your engagement ring the day he knew he loved you.

obviously, he has no intention of ever telling you any of this because he doesn’t need you to know just how desperate he is for you to love him.

law knows that you’re his and either he’s marrying you or he’s dying alone, no other option.

x ⋆ x-factor; what drew him to you?

law loves how different the two of you are. you aren’t opposites by any means, but the way that your emotional intelligence and situational awareness (especially when it comes to such a brooding man such as himself) differ so greatly from his that it entices something within him. he doesn’t consider you the opposite of him, but he views it as what he lacks, you offer.

he knew you had these qualities from the very beginning, that’s why he asked you to join his crew, but seeing how well they transfer over to your relationship made him swoon even more.

y ⋆ yearning; when does his find himself missing you?

though he never prefers to be put in situations that are rambunctious or crazy, law finds himself missing you most when he’s in them. something about having you there, holding his hand or talking to him makes the situation so much better.

z ⋆ zzz; what is his favorite sleeping position? is he the big spoon or the little spoon?

something about spooning always gives law so much comfort. he loves to cling to you, to have you pulled so tight to chest that you can feel his heartbeat through your back.

while the warmth and closeness being the big spoon provides him is extremely comforting, law does prefer to be the little spoon. when you’re as private and apathetic as law is, he’s practically begging to be held by you. since he rarely gets a good night’s sleep, being in your arms is the best melatonin substitute.

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[quitealotofsodapop]

Mentioned in a Post a while back about a Jttw/LMK AU I had regarding the "Yellow Robed Demon" Arc when Tripitaka got turned into a tiger.

Book Summary;

Tripitaka manages to escape his capture (for once) and passes on a message to the King of Baoxiang from his daughter, Baihuaxiu, explaining that she was kidnapped and made the forced bride of a demon (ironically making it a magical version of what befell Tripitaka's mother when he was a baby).

Kui Mulang rolls in with a human glamour and goes: "Nu-Uh! I'm but a humble human hunter. THIS guy is a tiger demon who attacked a girl some time ago. I save her and we've been living a simple life for the last 13 years!" (Lie)

So the dude pulls an Uno-Reverse and transforms Tripitaka into a tiger (or in some versions, glamours him into one). The King and his subjects believe this 100% since Tripitaka and the Pilgrims don't look so great without Wukong there to act as PR (he was exiled at the time for the White Bone Spirit incident).

Tripitaka is apparently aching-beautiful no matter his form though;

Wukong even feels kinda bad for his Master, since the transformation is so good that he can't even see through it with Gold Vision. Also imagine a sad giant kitty, that would bum anyone out.

Of course things are resolved by the end of the arc; the gang reunite with their monkey, Ao Lie gets his own badass chapter, the Princess is saved, Bajie kills the couple's two half-demon wolf children, the Yellow Robed Demon is revealed to be Revatī - the Wood Wolf of Legs after Wukong catches the demon commenting on his performance during the Havoc (Wukong has a few Columbo moments in the book like this), and Tripitaka is transformed back into his squishy monk self.

Bonus - Tripitaka as a tiger from a book illustration + the 1999 cartoon.

The book illustration + description suggests he's a rare Pseudo-melanistic "Black Tiger" seen in India, possibly an Indo-Chinese Tiger, or a South China Tiger with a darker back.

So here's where the timeline shifts...

The Wood Wolf of Legs ain't happy to be dragged away from (what he believed to be mutual) his true love on earth + his two kids, so he curses the Tang Monk to not only retain part of the glamour he imposed upon him, but to transform him fully into a carnivorous feline demon. Also as an extra "F-k you!" to the Jade Court he and his past love fled from, since the Queen Mother is a celestial tigress herself.

The Pilgrims freak out, obviously.

Guanyin is called up and is like;

Guanyin: "Well, you did unjustly punish and exile your best bodyguard because you didn't trust his judgement, seeing him only as a murderous beast... so *your* punishment is to deal with the rest of your Journey as one of the very same creatures you see as mindlessly bloodthirsty." Tripitaka, now cursed to stay a catboy: "Dang it." (≽^╥⩊╥^≼)

He still gets to wear the robes and walk upright -think Master Tigress from Kung Fu Panda but as a wimpy, twink-shaped, monk.

Tripitaka aint' having fun. He's a life-long vegetarian who's suddenly an apex hypercarnivore. He tries his best for the longest time to stay on the veggies (and durian weirdly enough since tigers like those), but eventually he will need to chow down on some bleeding protein.

And his team literally consists of the main diet of a tiger...

Wukong, a monkey: "Master isn't looking too good." Zhu Bajie, a pig: "I don't like the way he's been looking at us. I burnt my finger making the campfire and he looked ready to pounce!" Sha Wujing, a fish: "I'm not surprised. Cats are of few beasts that absolutely require meat protein to survive." Ao Lie, currently a horse: "If he goes feral, I vote we sacrifice the pig first." Wujing & Wukong: "Agreed." Zhu Bajie: "HEY!!" (₍•̀ ⚇•́ ₎) Tripitaka, meditating hard: "Perhaps if I eat a watermelon, it would sustain my desire for flesh?"

What worse?

Tripitaka is still considered smoking hot. Now by demon standards too!

The Trio of Lion Camel Ridge prepare to attack the Pilgrims when;

Azure Lion: (*sees that the Great Monk is actually a beautiful tiger.*) Azure Lion, lowering his sword: "Guys, do not mess this up for me." Peng & Yellow Tusk: (*annoyed groans!*)

[yes-these-obsessions-are-healthy]

Because I can’t leave well enough alone or stop obsessing over the music scene in Zaun, I have a few headcanons as to the soundscape of the city.

1. Zaun and Piltover operate in a quasi-Steam/cyberpunk and steam “utopian” punk environments, respectively. For Zaun especially it operates like something sewn together with late 19th century industrial slums (NYC, London) mixed with Blade Runner vibes. Pop, alternative rock, industrial, hip-hop and rap, but also punk, exist.

2. Personally, personally, and with some cues from @lullabyes22-blog fic Forward, Never Forget, I imagine the musical landscape of Zaun changed dramatically within 40 years (roughly the lifetime of Vander and Silco). 200 years ago, Zaun’s primary music genres were folk, vaudeville, work songs, shanties, and novelty songs. Economic stranglehold by Piltover ensured that “high minded” and “perfected” genres we associate with the wealthy, operas, ballets, and the like were difficult or even inaccessible for Zaunites to compose for, but obviously commonplace in Piltover as representative of their cultural DNA. The influx of refugees into Zaun from the Rune Wars, the subsequent squeeze, impoverishment, and exploitation in slum city living, also coincided with the flowering of many spirited genres of music: swing, jazz, blues, and respective dances deemed far too scandalous and libertine for Piltover.

So as I said, in order for it to make sense why a city seems to be comprised of Edwardians standing next to literal punks, steam and otherwise, we need to internalize the miraculous phenomenon that within Silco and Vander’s lifetime, a century’s worth of musical development (1910s - 2020) occurred within Zaun. Somehow, some way, rock, metal, pop, hip-hop, rap, club, funk, dance, industrial, punk, etc. developed and flourished like kudzu. Essentially: If old white people in our real world were ever on record saying this-and-this music was corrupting the youth, then it was in Zaun. If it challenged authority or made you wanna shake and bop up and down or grind, it was music from Zaun.

3. So this means Silco and Vander would’ve borne witness to the music scene go from Puttin’ on the Ritz and Lindy Hop and If I Had a Hammer to You Really Got Me (The Kinks) and War Pigs (Black Sabbath) to Sex Pistols to Sylvester and Sly & the Family Stone to You Spin Me (Right Round) and Depeche Mode and The Clash and Public Enemy to Wu Tang Clan and Smells Like Teen Spirit and Rage Against the Machine and Selena and West Coast-East Coast rap divergence to RECESSION CLUB/POP, fucking IMAGINE FUCKING DRAGONS and wispy atmospheric female artist pop and DUBSTEP.

Literally this creaky-looking Peaky Blinders/Scarface sharkrat man would have to have grown up from going as a child listening to jazz to being in his early 40s and hearing Imagine fucking Dragons on the wind in the public square for some reason and Pusha T doing his thing. Do you understand what I’m saying how crazy that is.

It’s crazy to think about. Usually music genres fall to the wayside as developments are made and genres evolve out of them and into others, but Zaun exists in a world where the past is the present. Everything is alive and sustained all at once, like undying undergrowth, the coexistence of subculture. Little by little, the Old Guard may shift a bit, but the fashion and sensibilities and tastes will never completely die out, no matter how much further Zaun progresses within its bubbling urban cauldron of rust-and-reuse.

[owlight]

Trafalgar law x Gn!reader [reptiles are cool]

Summary: law is trying to get much needed sleep,but unfortunately to him ,(y/n) got other plans for the evening

Word count: 842 (: short but sweet

Tags: fluff,reader likes reptiles,Law is very sleepy but trying to be a supportive boyfriend , fun facts about reptiles,adhd coded reader ngl, not fully read proof

Also Thank u @nekomacheercaptain for listening to my lizards rant and for the the headers pics ily 💞🦭

Law lay on his bed, exhausted after a long few days of having to travel in Wano ,fight big mom and Kaido then having to deal with more mess after,he can't believe he is finely back on the polar tang for some actual rest. He closes his eyes, humming himself to drift off to sleep, but his thoughts kept wandering back to the events of the big fight,the last meeting with Luffy and his crew...tch he will secretly misses them....Just as he was about to slip into unconsciousness, he felt the bed shift as his lover climbed in beside him,With The energy of a rabbit for some reason

"Hey Law, are you awake?" his lover asked, their voice full of excitement,unlike everyone else,(y/n) time at Wano county could been described as a whole adventure of their dreams,they really enjoyed the country and they were so fascinated with Kaido Dragon form,they almost didn't move away from the fight and law had to room Thier ass to safety ,ever since the crew came back to the polar tang,(y/n) occupied themself in the library...law should have Guessed there was a reason for that

Law sighed, knowing that sleep was now out of the question,since (y/n) was clearly as awake as Luffy high on Sugar"What is it?"law asks as he keeps his eyes closed, perhaps hoping his lover would see him trying to sleep and have mercy on him

"I was reading about reptiles today and I wanted to tell you all about it" they said, bouncing with enthusiasm , clearly not noticing law trying to sleep,law almost snort at Thier enthusiasm it's so...giddy to witness,he open one eye to look at them,seeing Thier face basically glowing ,Law raised an eyebrow, not particularly interested in the subject matter but he wanted to humor them for now "Do you have to do it now?"he asks,voice sound bit too sleepy to his taste

"Yes, I have to tell you now! Before I forget" they exclaimed, grabbing Law's hand and pulling him into a sitting position,law groans as he sits ,he looks at his partner with as much as focus as possible"Did you know that some snakes can sense infrared radiation?"they tell law with so much excitement it threw law off his sleepiness for a moment,he blinked, trying to process the sudden burst of energy "No, I didn't...I didn't know that" he mumbles

"It's true ! It's so... interesting! Do you think a snake devil fruit user can do that too-actually and And did you know that most lizards can change color to match their surroundings?,that's why sometimes you see them looking colorful then out the blue they are kinda dim as they move around ,it's so cool that's chameleon are not the only ones in that aspect " they continued, their words tumbling out at a rapid pace ,law sleepy mind trying to catch up with them as best as he can,they continue "And some Some species of lizard will go their entire lives without drinking water! That's why there's so many lizards in alabasta living so freely!"

But you know Law couldn't help but be amused by their excitements about the subject Despite his exhaustion, he found himself smiling at their enthusiasm as they spoke,so much spirit and excitement, it's adorable in his opinion.."That's fascinating" he said with humor in his voice.

"I know, right?" they said, settling back against the pillows,law himself watches them laying down on the bed "There's so much to learn about them, I'm going to start a journal to write all about them from now on,from each island we visit,I have already few pages written down... it's going to be awesome" they tells him with excitement lacing Thier voice

Law leaned back against the headboard, then he moves to lay in bed,head hitting the pillow, he was feeling his eyelids droop as he spook"I'll have to take your word for it, let's talk more about it tomorrow shall we?right now I need to sleep before I end up speaking non Sense" law mumbles with tiredness in his voice

(Y/n) pouted, but reluctantly settled down beside him and Started cuddling him, Law wrapped an arm around them, feeling their warmth and the gentle rise and fall of their chest as their breath slowed down, showing they are going to be good for him for now and let him sleep,law closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep holding them tightly to him as they smiles gently closing Thier eyes as well joining him to sleep, law last thought and feelings was him feeling grateful for the presence of his lover, even if their interests were vastly different most of the time,he can't help but love them for how they are.

[lilith-little-world]

Sneak Peek of Chapter One(?) Pt. 2|| The Isekai’d Oracle

I know I haven't posted anything for a while. Got super busy, did a ton of research, and had slight writer's block. Yesterday I finally was able to write something only to have a... cooking accident. I'm fine just burn my hand from some boiling water and a slight cut on the other. Doesn't hurt and the red mark from the burn went away.

Anyways I don't know if I want to keep this in. Feels like it's too out of place since it's should be all from the reader's perspective but I do like how we see from the other’s point of view. It feels refreshing to not have all of it in the reader's. It also keeps you guys wanting to read more. Since few of the other characters know more than the reader, yet are somewhat clueless about the oracle's plans for this so-called good ending. So it kind of balances each other out, hopefully.

Also, I watched S4 and holy shit. Mei’s a thousand-time grandfather is hot. I want him.

It was a rainy day. Dark clouds consumed the skies, thunder shaking the world. People continued on with their day, not letting the rain stop them from their tasks. Mk and Mei playing around at the restaurant, messing with Tang. Pigsy tries to scold them for it but was too busy making noodles. Sandy watches from afar drinking tea since the storm had made the waves too out of control for him to stay on the boat.

The demon bull family stayed back home and kept their distance away from the city and heroes. After their embarrassing defeat. Macaque hides in the shadows waiting for the storm to pass. While Wukong relaxes at the temple, hoping that the storm won't cancel today's training.

It was a normal day so far.

Yes, nothing new or life-changing. Everything was peaceful. Then there was the blast.

In an empty street, sparks of a dull peach color form in the middle of the road. Until slowly turning into a small golden ball of energy. Catching the attention of the passerby.

Getting brighter and hotter, the ball of energy exploded. Blinding the street in golden light. As the shockwave shot through the city, shaking the ground and clearing the skies.

Buildings shook, people and objects fell, and cars swerved or came to a sudden stop. The once busy and loud city was silent for a moment. Not knowing what that blast was, especially for the gang.

“What was that?” Mei asks, clinging to a chair to steady herself.

“Maybe it was an earthquake?” Tang said questioningly. Not even believing it was that simple.

“No, it's not.” Mk states, staring at the entrance. Any joyous expression pushed off his face. That amount of energy shouldn't have shaken his soul like that.

It made him anxious.

“Then what was that?” Pigsy shouts annoyed. Picking up the noodles from the floor.

Mk stayed silent. That energy was familiar, yet he couldn't wrap his head around where he felt it before.

“I don't know…” Those words didn't feel right coming from his mouth. He sighs before pushing those feelings to the side.

“-BUT, I'll just ask Monkey King. He knows everything.” Mk said with a smile. He shouldn't worry too much about this after all. He can't lose his cool in front of his friends.

“You look stressed bud, here, have some tea.” Sandy gently pats Mk's back, giving him a cup.

“I'm fine honestly, that earthquake startled me.”

“Aww, don't worry Mk.” Mei wraps her arms around him. Giving the young man a rather tight hug.

“It was pretty scary, and out of nowhere. At least no one got hurt, right?” Mei smiles trying to cheer up Mk.

“Yeah, at least no one is hurt.”

However, he wasn't the only one shaken. Far from it. How could they? When their last encounter with the oracle was less than pleasant. No, they rather forget about the incident.

Iron Fan pulls out a small withered box. Time had worn down, and the fragile container.

“Are you sure about this? Was that blast from that spirit?” The Bull King asks.

“Yes, my love, no matter how many years pass. I will always remember that energy, even though it's a lot duller.” She takes off the cover, finally seeing the contents.

Few pieces of paper, with dates and instructions. Neatly stacked and tied together with a red ribbon. She pulls out the small paper that sits on top of the stack.

“Sorry for not making it interesting, especially when I made you wait so long to open it. There isn't anything impressive in the bag I gave you as well. Just some clothing and a few accessories. Hope you two are doing well. Remember, follow the instructions precisely, if not, I'll get very upset!” Iron Fan reads out loud the note.

“She’s vague as usual.” The Bull King mumbles outs.

“Aren't all seers and oracles? For being able to see the future, they like to be mysterious, it's their whole gimmick.” She takes out the stack of papers, ready to follow the oracle's Instructions.

“How do you feel about this? I haven't forgotten that reaction from earlier.”

There was a slight pause in her actions.

“I'm fine, it's all in the past, but best if we follow the instructions she gave us. We don't want to have another outburst.”

“Seers are truly unfortunate beings.”

Iron Fan stayed silent, sadly agreeing with her husband's statement. Luckily, from the notes that have been written. It seems there wouldn't be an outburst. Relief washes over her, letting out a sigh. The Bull King stood close and placed a hand on her shoulders.

Then it left the two mystic monkeys, who didn't know how to react. Yet concluding on the same action. Staying far away from the oracle, but for different reasons.

Macaque sees the poor woman as a bad omen and rather ignores it.

Wukong, on the other hand, thought he was the bad omen. Convinced that if he shows up, it will end badly for her. This time he won't help her. It was for the best. Wukong truly believes that she is strong enough to survive and complete the task she needs to do.

“Good luck little oracle, may your journey be painless and uncomplicated, this time around.” He said softly, before closing the door behind him.

Not daring to look back at the city or her.

[whatm0vesyou]

Burna Boy - I Told Them… thoughts of a music fan

Like all truly great artists, Burna Boy’s music, confidence, hard work, spirit, and just his being have the power to inspire and bring together not just Nigerians and Africans, but the whole entire world. 

I can’t tell you I understand every word he says in his songs. But I don’t have to, which I believe speaks to his comments regarding lyrics not mattering on Afrobeats. He and his collaborators have an incredible way of conveying and evoking joy greatly through sounds and melodies. And like joy, sometimes you don’t need to rationalise music. You only have to feel it. 

What matters is that his music makes you feel good, it makes you feel confident, it makes you dance. And Burna Boy’s music, including his latest album, does just that. He’s not trying to tell you who he is, what he does, or what he can do. It’s a record that signifies “I was here. I was right. I told you all from the beginning. And now I’m celebrating the success with this album.” You get a glimpse into his perspective that got him where he is through the voice recordings of Wu-Tang Klan, Virgil Abloh and J. Cole’s verse. 

Yes, it might not be the most experimental or thought-provoking album, but I think its existence and success are integral to Burna Boy’s story - at least from my perspective. So, I wanted to share how I’ve seen the growth of the African Giant as a Greek girl who always truly loved music and its power. 

I couldn’t tell you exactly when I heard a Burna Boy song for the first time, but an educated guess would be around 2017 or 2018 when I started going to club nights in Athens, where DJ Kas would play. I was already listening to a fair amount of R&B and Hip-Hop, which was what he would primarily play and why I was there. Often, Afrobeats would get thrown into the mix, and I grew to love the genre and the positive energy it had the power to transmit to people. 

Moving to the UK a year later and getting involved in the music scene through radio, club nights, genuine curiosity and friends who were kind enough to put me on to some great stuff, Afrobeats grew to have a special place in my heart and Spotify library, with Burna Boy and his authenticity occupying most of the space for a while. 

The moment I genuinely realised Burna Boy’s superpower was when I saw him perform at Nostos Festival while I was visiting Athens in 2021 (it's important to note that it was free to attend that!). Having lived in the UK and seen his growth there, and having an awareness of his influence within the African scene, I felt more than lucky to be part of that crowd. Most of my Greek friends at the time had never heard of his name, let alone my parents, but I went with my dad anyway.

At the festival grounds, the presence of Nigerians was strongly felt - it was a genuine moment of community coming together. But the crowd was also filled with people of all trades, ages, races and nationalities. From artists, NBA players, and Greek and Nigerian people I look up to, to kids I grew up with and everyday people, simply coming together and enjoying a moment of bliss and community. Burna Boy also fully bodied the performance. You could clearly hear and see the joy and happiness to be performing in his voice, moments, face, and interactions with the crowd. That’s when I understood that his music and performance are meant to be experienced globally. I saw his vision clearly. 

Since then, he’s had Last Last become one of the biggest songs last year, the success of Love, Damini, and his sold-out London Stadium show. And now, "I Told Them..." is the Number 1 album in the UK charts, making him the first African artist to ever achieve that. Literally making history.

However, my favourite highlight of his over the past year is his Champions League final performance. My mum, a Greek, non-football fan, recognised him from the 2021 show (that she didn’t even attend) and texted me saying that my dad is watching it. As I received it, one of his songs came on at a block party in Stratford, London I was at. Soon after I received that text, Jim Legxacy started performing to a crowd that truly celebrated him, and I felt like I just saw the cycle of inspiration and power of music unfolding in front of my eyes. I’ll let you unpack that one yourself. 

-antigoni

[zabojcanocy]

ALEXANDER:: HUMANITY

“People think I revel in this part. The cleaning. They imagine that there’s a dark delight in the methodical dismantling of my work—scrubbing away the vestiges of violence as if I’m purging not just the scene, but my very soul. They envision me taking pleasure in the way the bleach erases every last trace of my actions, a twisted celebration of destruction and renewal.

But let me strip away that fantasy for you. The truth is... it’s an agonising bore.

It’s like running your fingers over an endless, monotonous expanse, where the thrill of creation has long evaporated. I’ve already extracted the essence of my pleasure, the raw, visceral rush that comes with the final, desperate breaths. What’s left now is the cruel irony of routine. The blood—dark, thick, and insidious—has seeped into every crack, every crevice, turning the once-innocent floor into a canvas of muted, haunting stains. The once-crimson droplets dry to a sordid brown, a cruel reminder of what was. I scrub with a fervour that’s more mechanical than passionate, my hands moving with the precise, joyless rhythm of a clock ticking away the last moments of its own existence.

The scent... it’s another layer of torture. The metallic tang of iron, mingling with the sharp, acrid stench of cleaning agents. It’s an olfactory assault, lingering in the very pores of my skin, refusing to be washed away. I am bound to it, like a penance I can never escape. The more I clean, the more it seems to cling, as if mocking my futile efforts to erase the past.

And this—this endless chore—is where I find the true emptiness. No thrill. No excitement. Just the cold, relentless act of scrubbing away the evidence of what I’ve done. The real act—the primal, unfiltered intensity of the kill—is gone, leaving nothing but a sterile aftermath. It’s not the murder that consumes me. It’s the finality of this part, the inevitable descent into mundane, repetitive duty.

It’s not art. It’s not a ritual. It’s just a chore, a dark echo of a more thrilling past. And as I wash away the blood, I am reminded of the cruelest irony of all: that the true horror lies not in the act itself, but in the dispassionate emptiness that follows.”

And I hate it. I hate this mundane dance of destruction and denial. Because once I’m down here, methodically erasing every trace of what’s been done, I know that the thrill is gone. And I am left with only the cold, indifferent truth: the aftermath is the real nightmare.”

[ BIOGRAPHY ]

Rules of the Enchanted Realm:

No Follow-First Requests, Please: If you’re drawn to the magic in my stories, hit that follow button, and let’s see where our imaginations can take us! My dash is a sanctuary for kindred spirits, so let’s keep it enchanting and fun.

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Respect Boundaries: While dark and thrilling tales are welcome, there are lines I won’t cross—no pedophilia, incest, or similar themes. Such elements might be mentioned in backstories but will never be part of our main narratives.

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Exploring Relationships: Whether you’re interested in established bonds or new ships, if the muse strikes, I’m all in. Unleash your creativity, and let’s navigate uncharted waters together!

Sanity and Serenity: For my peace of mind, I might hard block pages that no longer align with my journey. Mental health is a top priority, even if it means making tough decisions.

So, step forth, brave soul! Dive into a world where imagination reigns supreme, and let the adventure begin!

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 27

*Warning: Adult Content*   

Now and Forever

The latest update from Elizabeth, the club's lawyer, came with positive and negative news.

On the bright side, the cops were no longer interested in Knox and Everett.

With Elizabeth's help, their cooperation with the authorities and the evidence supporting their actions as self-defense kept them from landing any serious charges but despite her doing everything in her power to speed things along and even with Everett and his testimony on their side, it would still take months, maybe longer, for Gavin and the member's trials to happen.

Which meant they'd remain in jail until then.

Gavin somehow kept his spirits high.

He called every day to let everyone know how he was holding up and that, even behind bars, he hadn't stopped working and making connections.

Leave it to him to turn a jail sentence into a damn business opportunity.

Knox was happy Gavin was doing well but part of him wished he could take Gavin's place because no man should miss the birth of their child.

Regardless, Knox would continue to be there for Josie, no matter what but today, he's made plans with his favorite person.

"Shit," Knox mutters after spotting Gary's car in the driveway.

He reluctantly parks behind it and exits his truck.

He hasn't seen or spoken to Gary since the day he showed up at the hospital begging the old man to let him see Everett.

Not much frightens Knox but having to interact with Everett's father again after everything that went down makes his palms sweat.

He steels himself, bracing for the worst when the front door opens and Gary exits instead of Everett.

"Mr. Robinson, I..." Knox starts with an apology that ends with Gary's fist connecting with his jaw.

He stumbles back, the impact shocking him less than the old man's strength.

"I deserved that," Knox admits, tasting the iron tang of blood in his mouth.

"You're damn right," Gary's grits out.

"I should've done it at the hospital but I was too distraught thinking my boy might die on the operating table. Don't know if he told you but he lost half of his left kidney, by the way."

Knox swallows hard, guilt twisting his stomach.

"I can't tell you how sorry..."

"Save it," Gary says, pausing.

"I thank you and your men for keeping him safe and for getting him to a hospital that night despite the risks. Everett is a grown man. I've heard his side and I can see how he got himself into this mess and merely met you along the way."

Knox remains frozen in place, unflinching, as Gary takes another step forward.

"Regardless, it's going to take more than promises for me to fully trust you with him and believe he'll never be put in another situation like that again."

"Respectfully, Sir," Knox begins.

"I've had brothers die trying to help keep him and your family out of harm's way. My own life was put on the line more times than I can count but if you'd ask me if I would do it all again, knowing he and I would end up here together, then I'd tell you yes."

Gary blinks, taken aback.

"Yes because I'm in love with your son. There's nothing I wouldn't do for him, including giving up my life so that he can continue to live his," Knox finishes.

"If you want me to prove I'm still a man of my word, then so be it. All I ask of you is to watch me."

Gary studies him for a beat.

Finally, he takes a step back.

"Have him check in with me before midnight," he instructs before heading back inside the house.

Leaning against his truck for support, Knox exhales shakily.

That confrontation could have gone a hell of a lot worse but Knox is still standing.

He's bruised but hopeful.

He really can't ask for much more.

A few minutes later, Everett steps out of the house with a brightness following him that outshines the afternoon sun.

Knox can't help but smile at the sight.

They close the distance,and when their lips meet in greeting, the pain in Knox's jaw completely disappears.

"Ready to go?" Knox asks after they separate.

Everett's smile falters as he notices the redness on Knox's cheek.

Gently, he reaches up to touch it.

"What the hell happened here?"

Honesty between them is a bridge they've fought hard to build, Knox won't start tearing it down now.

"Your father took a shot and didn't miss," Knox admits with a chuckle, his own hand coming up to cover Everett's.

"I'm good, kitten. Don't worry about it."

"Too late. I'm going to make him apologize."

"Stop."

Knox tightens his grip on Everett's hand.

"I deserved it. We talked and came to an understanding. He still doesn't like me but he doesn't hate me either."

"Wait. So, you're saying it's a 'good' thing that he punched you in the face?"

"I'm saying it's progress," Knox laughs.

"Can we go now before he comes back out here to finish me off?"

Everett rolls his eyes but allows himself to be helped into the truck, a helpless smile tugging at his lips.

When Knox suggested they hang out today, he didn't tell Everett much else.

So, after driving for an hour and a half, confusion colors Everett's face when Knox turns off the main road to follow a winding dirt path.

It leads them to a massive plot of land near water.

"Are we trespassing right now?" Everett asks, looking around.

"I could've sworn I saw a sign back there that something about private property..."

"We aren't trespassing if I own it," Knox reveals.

"This is all mine. I bought it last week."

"I..." Everett is speechless but smiling.

"This is... I'm..."

Knox chuckles at his reaction and parks the truck.

He climbs out and hand in hand, they walk to the river's edge.

The same spot where Knox first dared to imagine a future that had nothing to do with his MC.

"Remember when I showed you my favorite spot by the river when we were at the clubhouse?" Knox prompts and Everett nods.

"You asked me if I ever wished that it all could be mine. The clubhouse, the property..."

"And you told me no because you still had work to do," Everett finishes.

"I also said I wasn't ready to settle down," Knox adds, taking a breath.

"And that was true. I wasn't ready back then. I didn't know how to be anything other than the club's Enforcer but almost losing you, it fucking woke me up and made me realize I want more out of life."

Knox reaches for Everett's hand, never breaking eye contact.

"I want you," he finishes.

"I want a life with you. I want to share this land with you. I want to love you in peace until the day comes when I take my last breath. That's my dream, Everett. That's what I fucking want."

Tears threaten to fall when Everett speaks.

"I never want to take you away from your brothers, Knox or the club and I'd never ask you to make a choice because I know you'd end up resenting me for it."

"I'm not leaving the club," Knox clarifies.

"I've already spoken with everyone and they gave me their blessing to do my own thing. This isn't about me pushing the club away, it's about giving us more time together."

"As lovely as this sounds, I know you, Knox. You'll be bored to death in no time. You need to keep busy in order to keep him at bay."

'Him' being Knox's murderous beast.

"Do you also remember that lie I told your father when he asked what I did for a living?" Knox asks.

"Yeah. You told him you build and restore motorcycles."

"That wasn't entirely a lie. It's a hobby I can easily turn into an actual business. One of the few things I'm good at besides..."

'Killing.'

"Well, you know."

Everett can't hold back the tears anymore.

They come crashing down as he throws himself onto Knox's lap, kissing him dizzy.

"Baby, if this is really what you want, then count me in. Let's fucking do it."

"Are you sure?" Knox searches Everett's eyes for any hint of doubt.

"You've gotta be sure, Kitten."

"You just told me you want to give living a normal life a try," Everett says.

"I've seen how much you've grown, Knox. How hard you're trying to be better. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't terrified to see what the future holds but at the same time, I'm one million percent sure that I want to be with you, now and forever."

"So you'll move in with me? Permanently?" Knox grins, his heart full.

"Yes," Everett kisses him.

"Even marry me one day?"

"Yes," Everett kisses him again, one hand reaching for the hem of his shirt.

"You love me?"

Everett pulls Knox's shirt over his head and with a wicked smile, he whispers...

"Let me show you how much."

[quitealotofsodapop]

Was thinking of FFM, specifically the bit about the island being effectively isolated from the outside world. That means it's entirely possible for different strands of plant life that otherwise went extinct or had evolved different characteristics remain in suspension, only affected by the things Wukong himself brings onto the island.

Pigsy is a food connoisseur. He only uses the freshest ingredients. In Century Egg Au and Slow Boiled, he effectively becomes a parental figure to Wukong. One, who would very much likely make many a trip to FFM to check up on Wukong. Same for TMKATI except Wukong doesn't live in the mountain in that one and therefore there's less reason to visit. Imagine how he'll react when he realizes the mythical island not only has the freshest ingredients but the rarest as well!

Pigsy seeing an isolated island with some very tasty looking rare tree fruits from the view of Sandy's ship, only to learn that it has a impassable magical barrier:

He's ok to let the matter slide... for now. He reasons with himself that whatever is on that island is better off without his mitts on it.

Until he's shaken awake by a very excitable Tang, holding a book on island isolation and evolution, rambling at a mile a minute about how the plant and animal life on the sheltered island has likely evolved completely separate from the outside world, and if this island is part of the fabled lost country of Alolai - then it likely is teeming with wildlife that evolved after the mythical Floods and Burning.

Pigsy, groggy: "Tang... how'd you get in my room???" Tang, highly-caffienated: "I haven't slept in two days!" Sandy, texting: "Is he at your place now?"

Eventually after forcing the scholar to calm down and take a rest before his heart gives out, Pigsy is told something that really tickles his inner connoisseur.

Tang: "Before it was introduced and selectively bred, potatoes could only be encountered in remote areas of the Andes mountains." Pigsy: "And?" Tang: "Imagine if you discovered the next potato." Pigsy: *squeal of intrigue!*

Needless to say, Pigsy has his own Nerd Moment™ the first time he actually touches down on the island and recognises a bunch of rare species.

Pigsy, side-tracked by a tree: "Sweet Chang'e! This is looks like a button mangosteen! I've never heard of them growing this far north! The skin is more red-orange though, maybe it's a branched variety back when the islands were connected to the mainland? Button Mangosteens taste closer to tangerines than their purple cousins, I wonder if that intesifies based on colouration." Sandy, delighted for his friend: "You seem to be having lots of fun!" Pigsy: *nodding happily*

He's equally delighted in the TMKATI au to have "Such a resourceful employee!" when Wukong comes back from his visits to the island bearing gifts. It caught him off guard the first time though.

Wukong: "Hey boss, I got you something." Pigsy, opening a box: "Wu... are these fresh truffles?!" Wukong, wondering if he did something wrong: "Yeah, why? Did I mess up? I overheard you talking about wanting to have enough to experiment with and-" Pigsy: "No no! I'm... I'm so grateful, I don't even know what to say... How did you even afford these?" Wukong, genuine confusion: "Afford? I just gathered a bunch from the lime orchard at home. There's hundreds of these things - I don't like 'em personally cus they taste like dirt to me. I normally just toss them in the hotpot when I run out of the chicken-tasting ones." Pigsy: "Excuse me."

I hc that in the direct aftermath in returning to FFM during the White Bone Spirit chapter of JTTW; Sun Wukong did a lot of gardening and farming in order to ensure that his people would have a sustainable source of food. Probably convinced Zhu Bajie to "show off his super-cool 9-Toothed Rake" to start the farmers off.

He also plants a bunch of super-rare and super-divine plants on the island that he picks up in his travels.

Wukong, chilling on a tree clearly not native to the island: "What? I like using the leaves as nesting material."

And lets not mention the super rare species of animals that managed to survive/escape the Burning.

FFM probably has an undiscovered wild cat or two that Sandy accidentally befriends.

[cilis-readings]

Helllo, this is FS🦋 again. I know I just told you a few days ago that I decided to go back to college, but I suddenly feel incredibly stressed about it. The college I was attending before is an hour away from where I currently live and I worry about finances and I don't even know what to do with my degree 🤣 but I KNOW I need to go back.

ANYWAYS is there any way I can have some sort of insight on what the spirits think or do I need to ask an exact question? I don't even know what I don't know 😭

(My current favorite song is Homemade Dynamite by Lorde 😌)

yeah of course! here’s what i got for you :)

deck: tarot of the magical forest by leo tang

card: queen of cups

the queen of cups is telling me that your spirit team is going to be supportive of you no matter what you end up doing, even if that means going back to school or deciding to put that on the back burner for now until you’ve figured out what exactly you want to do with your degree. if you need that gentle nudge, ask them for advice on what to do! that’s what they’re there for.

[ultraericthered]

Anime Update V2 48

Hunter x Hunter - Three whole episodes spent on the strangest and most intense game of doge ball, with Gon and the others playing against Razor and his pirate team, in the process learning that what they thought was the inside of a virtual Nen-created game is in fact a very real place. And Hisoka hogging the glory by hitting the ball back to Razor and using his Bungee Gum on it just so he could get the win was marvelous. The backstory between Razor and Ging was a bit of groaner in how specific what Ging laid out for Razor was, but it did provide good context into why Razor is like how he is today. But then, who should come calling but Genthru, just in case you’d forgotten!

Fruits Basket - Initial episode I watched focused on Tohru in a visit to the Sohma Estate where she tended to matters with Kureno and Momiji. The Momiji content was great, the Kureno content not so much, though we did get a tease at Akito’s mother, Ren Sohma. The next episode showed more promise, so I watched it and was not let down. Just a whole episode of our leading high schooler pals on a class trip in Kyoto is rewarding in a way you don’t even care that not much is advanced, you enjoy watching these characters that much. (Only odd thing is that the Prince Yuki Fanclub is set up stalking Yuki from a distance early in but it doesn’t go anywhere! If they were following the whole while, did they just end up laughing too hard at Yuki’s embarrassing routine with his Student Council buddies to actually do anything?) Next time, though, is going to hurt, I can tell.

Date A Live S4 - Kurumi finally showed Shido, and the audience, her backstory of how she met the Spirit of Origin and became a Spirit, fighting and killing the lesser evolved Spirits only to end up learning that all Spirits begin as human, even taking the life of her best friend due to Mio’s deception. While it was an interesting backstory, the very end sort of took away from it, as Mio exposits a lot of details that are so weirdly phrased and unclear that it came out unintelligable!

Re:ZERO - Not this time. Must ready myself for the turning point...

Fate Stay/Night: Unlimited Blade Works - Yes, I know this was the title of a movie I already watched, but now I’ve started the series version! I love already that I’m back to events that followed Fate Zero, but this time we’re looking at things primarily from Rin’s POV. Mela Lee in this role has only gotten better, loved hearing (though not seeing) Kirei again, and Cristina Vee and Kyle McCarley as Sakura and Shinji Matou respectively work as well, if not even better than their predecessors. Kaiji Tang’s Archer took some getting used to, but once he dropped the jerkass facade and being more cool and straightforward, it was really working for me. The only voice I do not care for is Bryce Papenbrook as Shirou. Just...no. He makes him sound like Nagito. Bring Sam Reigel back, plz? And I guess now I have two nickels ‘cause an hour long series premiere of a Fate franchise anime ending right as we first see Saber happened twice!

Symphogear G - Got to hand it to this show. Going into this climax, they could’ve played it safe and just given us the Good Guys VS the Bad Guys for one final time, but they make it more complicated by having one from each side swap teams at the 11th hour (Shirabe’s now with the Good Guys and Chris is with the Bad Guys), having the lead baddie dying and unable to stop what she helped to start, and having poor Maria stuck in a chamber with Dr. Ver, the true psycho bastard in all this. I’m super pumped to see how this all turns out!

MAR - The Ginta VS Ash battle finally came and while it was quite interesting on Ash’s end that he didn’t want to kill or seriously harm Ginta since he’s still a kid and Ash is friend to all children, but from Ginta we just got more of the same “I hate Phantom and what the Chess Pieces do!” righteous fury. But hey, Ash ends up foreiting the fight to Ginta AND we even briefly see Ashs’ face behind the skull mask! And he’s just...some good looking dude! Who’d have thunk it?

Gintama - It felt like such a long wait, but finally we have Sacchan! Though the premiere already showed us what she’s all about, her proper debut does well in showing her discovering that kinky, masochistic side of herself and starting to bring it out more in sneaky ways as she’s working her plan to lay low from the literal rat bastard she’d been out to assasinate. It meanders a bit in places, but that’s more than made up for when Gin and Sacchan raid the rat’s hideout, with so much of the situation and the dialogue from all the characters being hilarious. And so, when Sacchan left only to come back literally the very next day for more kinky stuff with Gin, it felt all too right.

AND

Yuki Yuna Is A Hero - Finally, I’ve seen the last three episodes that make up the climax and finale of the initial series, where Yuna, Fuu, Itsuki and Karin fight against a huge horde of Vertex unleashed by Togo and have to stop them from killing the Shinju Sama and with it, destroying the entire world. It’s definitely a case where I can say I really enjoyed it, BUT. And in this case the “BUT” would be that the lead-in to the finale, what literally makes it all happen, is straight up contrived nonsense. Pulling a “this is the dark, despair-inducing TRUTH of the world you live in and fight for” twist without having put in the worldbuilding effort to really earn it just kind of takes a dump on the integrity of the Heroes Club and their nice little slice-of-life regular setting, and it feels like it was just done to throw a Madoka takeoff on top of an already implemented Madoka takeoff, as well as serve as a cheap and convenient way to justify Togo taking a leap right into “kill everything and end it all!” nihilism. I also don’t think we needed to see Sonoko again, and what was done, or NOT done, with the Taisha was beyond disappointing given the earlier build-up, though I hear that it finally ended up happening in one of the later seasons. But I can’t say it took me out of it completely and that I wasn’t engaged in the action from start to finish, nor that the second half of the final episode didn’t get to me. Seiji Kishi really knows how to make good on the heartfelt moments and I just love the Hero Club girls so much that I wanted more than anything to see them all happy in the end. Thankfully they are, and as later seasons prove, they always will be.

[glowing-blue-feathermage]

What if....... [ CARRY ]:     having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.

for Justice carrying Fenris?

Listen, Justice adores one (1) lyrium elf, and I'm here to tell you about it. For @dadrunkwriting !

“Hawke probably made him invite me,” Anders muttered under his breath.

“The elf does not abide orders. That is a cornerstone of his being. You know this."

Anders opened his mouth to continue the argument, but then shut it. Justice was right. 

“So, what are you saying? That he actually wants me there?” 

He felt a slight tension through his shoulders–a shrug from the spirit.

“Why do you find this difficult to believe? You have many fine qualities.” 

Anders smiled. “You’re biased.”

“Justice is never biased,” the spirit objected tersely. 

Anders had expected that response, and let the matter drop as he took the steps up to Hightown. It was early evening, the sunset colors faded from reds and yellows to deep purple. He felt…off-kilter. Like he was trying to act a part in a play he’d not read the script for. How was he to know how to act when he didn’t know why Fenris had included him in his weekly card game at the mansion? Did it mean something? Was the elf finally coming around, willing to entertain the idea that Anders was not a magister ravenous for blood with an army of demonic thralls?

His inner turmoil was cut alarmingly short when he lifted his gaze from the ground and fixed it on the mansion. Hawke, Varric, Aveline, and Isabela were on the front stoop, looking uncomfortable.

“What’s happened?” Anders asked, pausing at the base of the stairs. Had Fenris asked them to give him some sort of excuse to make him leave? Had–

“Fenris isn’t answering,” Hawke said, crossing her arms and looking haunted. 

Her worry was palpable and instantly lodged in Anders’ chest. He walked up the stairs, joining the small throng of friends. He realized in that moment how ingrained his expectations were of Fenris–not that he held a grudge for mages or would argue against the idea of their freedom, but that he was a man of his word, consistent, trustworthy. If he said he would be somewhere, if something depended on him, he always followed through. 

“Have you tried the door?” he asked, moving closer to it and pressing his ear against the wood.

“Yes,” Hawke said. “It’s locked.” 

Isabela looked up. “It doesn’t have to stay that way, you know.”

Hawke and Anders looked at each other. Blue light flickered, painting Hawke’s pale face. 

“He is within,” Justice insisted. “I hear the song.”

Hawke didn’t need to hear more. “Lock. Open,” she said, gesturing to Isabela.

“You got it,” the pirate said, and went to work. 

The door swung in a moment later, and it was instantly apparent something had taken place. Fresh blood smeared the floor, tracks of it leading to the kitchen, where a new body lay in the doorway, face down. Anders immediately recognized the Tevinter style of dress and put together what had happened. 

More slavers. Would Fenris never be free?

It wasn’t a conscious decision made by either Anders or Justice, but suddenly the spirit was forward, Fade energy making the air vibrate around them. Not for the first time, Anders heard the song Justice was so drawn to–it felt like the memory of a sweet lullaby, filling him with longing and impressions of formless memories. It was beautiful, peaceful, strong. 

“He is this way,” Justice said, guiding them through the kitchens and toward the door to the cellar. 

The spirit took the stairs two at a time, driven by not only Anders’ concern but concern of his own–an emotion wholly belonging to the spirit. While the things Justice felt largely mirrored Anders’, Fenris seemed to inspire a particular, singular affinity in the spirit. 

They found him propped against a wall beside a cask, surrounded by bodies. The cellar was carnage–wet with blood, rife with the stink of offal and a noxious copper tang. Fenris’s greatsword was still in his hand, fingers limply curled around the grip. His eyes were closed, ashen face covered in blood from a wicked cut on his forehead.

The rest of the party arrived a few moments behind them. Varric cursed. Hawke rushed to Fenris’s side, planting two fingers on his neck.

Justice did not wait for her to complete her assessment. He tucked an arm around Fenris’s back and the other beneath his knees and lifted the elf from the ground like he weighed nothing. The spirit turned and mounted the stairs again, his energy wavering frantically between fear and determination and a desperate need for Fenris to live. To flourish. To be free. Even as a passenger in his own body, Anders felt the echo of it within himself.

It was a feeling to unpack at another time.

Justice continued up the stairs to the second floor of the mansion, while behind him Hawke barked orders to check the house for other dangers. It left Anders and Justice alone with Fenris when the spirit laid the elf on the threadbare rug beside the cold hearth in Fenris’s bedroom.

A fire flared violent and bright in that hearth, veilfire ripped from the Fade by the panicked spirit. 

“I’ve got him, Justice,” Anders sent.

The spirit let go, leaving behind a lingering swell of confidence and gratitude. He’d been afraid before, but there was no doubt that Justice trusted him implicity. Anders only wished this was something innate to Anders, something that didn’t need to be bolstered. 

“It is unjust that he faced these slavers alone,” Justice said as Anders drew on their energy to assess the damage to Fenris’s body. 

After a moment, as the wound on Fenris’s forehead began to knit shut, Anders nodded. “It is unjust. He deserves better.”

“He is a good man, who cares for his friends.”

Anders brushed the elf’s hair back, tracing a thumb over his bottom lip to seal the bloody split in the soft flesh. 

“You’re right, Justice,” he murmured. “He does deserve better.”

“We will fight with him.” 

“Even though…” Anders began, thinking to point out that Fenris called Justice a demon, despised mages, was repulsed by magic, but then he realized that yes, even though. 

“We will,” he said softly, as the elf’s eyes fluttered open and fixed on him. “He deserves to be free. Just like me."

[henqtic]

WHITE GIRL AUTUMN SPIRIT 

— pairing: theodore nott x black!reader . word count: 634. 

— summary: how theodore notts favorite part of the fall seasons came to be.  

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i associate theo so much with hot cups of straight black coffee, no sugar, no cream, just that.

he was one of the many people to ask for hogwarts to put in a small cafe for the poor students with had multiple piles of homework and no energy to complete them and him — well he had just needed a different way to get caffeine that wasn’t from his wooden wand that always left the drink with a certain tang that he could without. 

in the end, dumbledoor dismissed the inquiries as half expected by many people, despite all of the empty classrooms in the castle that could fit a hundred houses.

so, he just gets up early almost every morning to get to the shops in diagon alley — on a trip to get both his drink, whatever blaise and draco insisted he got to be a great friend and a few baked goods that he thought you might enjoy.

you never asked for anything though, not sharing his ability to be up at such a time while also having the desire to do anything except go back to bed let alone brush your teeth and get breakfast — most times you’d be late to the great hall and opt on a piece of toast to eat while running to first class. 

but one morning as he was going on his usual routine, getting the hot cup automatically in his hands from the baristas who had easily figured out the simple schedule. instead, he was offered a different drink — cinnamon, traces of pumpkin, too much sugar and whipped cream filling the very top portion of the concoction with a smile.

“we've been offering this to all of our regulars,” the girl behind the bar explained to his skeptical expression as his hand slightly recoiled, “the manager hears it’s something a lot of muggles enjoy and we’re trying to expand — no cost first try!”

he was still as skeptical as he was before, reluctant even from having hitch in what he usually would — face scrunching up in a part disgust which soon turned into curiosity. 

realizing he was wasting the lady's time as it started to shift between hands from the temperature, sighing and paying for his regular, strawberry filled donuts for blaise, a bagel with cream cheese for draco and a tin of freshly baked macadamia nut cookies for you.

he found himself taking more sips than he thought he would after his mouth touched the rim, time moving faster and the amount becoming less than half in the cup once he reached you who had conveniently decided to be up awake a little earlier — prompt teasing of how he finally gave into the while girl autumn spirit like you knew he would™️ as you separated the curls from a braid out in your hair.

“aw babe, all you need are those new ugg’s in my closet i never got the chance to wear and you’ll be set,” you laughed as you craned your neck to look at him directly instead of straight in the mirror — nearly doubling over as you already saw the browns poking from underneath his black sweatpants.

“oh shut up, i couldn't find my usual shoes so i just took yours,” he half heartedly scowled at you, continuing to lightly throw the small bags of food at his friends who’d already started drifting awake. 

“sure hon, they're yours if you need ‘em.”

“i'll eat the cookies i got for you.”

“don't be like that, ‘m sorry — i'll love you no matter what persona you take up during fall,” you cooed, sarcastically pouting a lip as he rolled his eyes, quickly taking one of the bag and putting it to his mouth. 

“hey no—”

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Why Worry At All?

I had so much trouble writing certain parts of this out for some reason, which makes no sense to me because I chose to write this on my own without a prompt. But I finally nailed out the in between parts that were giving me trouble! So... Billy Kametz can sing, huh?

Xiaotian knew what they were hearing. They knew it!

They'd heard Xiaojiao before and she wasn't that deep. They'd never heard Sandy but he had to sound much deeper if he could. Tang and Pigsy were out of the question, Tang couldn’t hold a tune to save his life and Pigsy never did more than hum at a much different octave. It couldn't have been Wukong, he'd still been asleep from overexerting himself in their last fight.

So that only left Macaque as the one who could have been singing outside the med bay door.

“But then I guess we know there’s blame to share... and none of it seems to matter anymore...”

It was such a soft tune, something that Xiaotian barely recognized from a video online he watched long ago. Maybe something Xiaojiao had shown him. Something soft and gentle, which made no sense given the possible culprit. Or the fact he heard it being sing just outside his mentor’s room while he was checking on him. But he was hearing it through the door nonetheless. Almost whisper like in how soft it was, it was too weak to have been heard belted from a distance, and muttered almost a bit off tune. That only left it being from someone right outside the door. But why not just come inside?

Unless the singer, who again Xiaotian was certain was Macaque, didn’t want anyone- even Sun Wukong- to know it was them who was singing and they didn’t realize that anyone was in the room with the power drained immortal.

So, like anyone who heard a mysterious singing voice would do, they pulled out their phone and started recording.

The song only lasted for another few seconds before silence, and then the almost deafening in comparison sound of running footsteps.

And as Xiaotian looked down at the recording on the phone, less than even 20 seconds in length, they were struck by a realization.

“... I can use this.”

~

“Well well well,” Macaque said with a chuckle, turning to face the person who joined him on the deck of the self piloting drone ship. Just where they knew he would be at this hour of the morning. “Didn’t take you for a morning person, kid.”

“I’m not,” Xiaotian grumbled, hair down and unkempt and clearly barely brushed just to keep it out of their face. "But I wanted to check on Wukong after what happened yesterday.”

This made the other’s fur stand up and his tail tense, though whether this was because he realized what Xiaotian meant or of it brought his mind back to the fight of the day prior they couldn’t tell. The fight that, for some reason, Macaque left himself vulnerable during. That left him wiped out and barely able to move out of the way of an oncoming attack. That make Sun Wukong rush in and save him much to the surprise of everyone involved, Macaque himself included.

The fight that Xiaotian was beginning to think was going to change a lot more than just knowing the de-powered duo’s limits.

“You’re going to be honest with me for once.” they proposed, joining the immortal monkey at the guard railing he casually leaned against.

“What makes you think I’m going tell you anything?” Macaque asked, chuckling boastfully and smirking that damn smug smirk he’d been wearing almost every minute since he had been taken onto the ship.

The longer Xiaotian saw it the faker it seemed to be.

“Oh, I dunno... maybe this?” They rebutted, pulling out their phone and hitting play on the open audio file they had pulled up long before the conversation, and they watched with their own smirk as a look of surprise and then horror and then something akin to “resigned but impressed” flashed on the ancient demon’s face.

After hearing the other speak there was no doubt that the two voices were identical now.

“Qi Xiaotian,” Macaque said, an almost cat like smirk gracing his face. This one seemed slightly more honest than the last one. “I didn’t take you for a blackmailer. Maybe I did have an influence on you after all.”

“Why were you singing this outside Wukong’s room?” Xiaotian asked, not in the mood for playing the other’s games this early in the morning. “Why were you trying to hide it? Why did you not realize I was in there? And...” He gestured to his phone, the soft gentle sounds of an almost uncharacteristically sweet song playing through his speakers. “What the hell is this song!?”

“Alright alright,” Macaque said, holding up his hands before he leaned forward on the railing. “No need to give the the third degree, great hero. It’s just a song I heard online.”

“You know how to use the internet?”

Turning his head, Macaque leveled the other with a very over exaggerated wilting gaze of disbelief. “I am honestly offended you’d think I wouldn’t learn how to.”

The tone of voice he had did not give the impression that Macaque even gave a shit, but Xiaotian muttered an apology regardless, to which the other simply laughed at.

“There’s this guy... Bill something? Kinds sounds like me, you know. Found him by chance one day and just kinda looked for all his songs and memorized them a long time ago out of boredom.” He shrugged, a distant far off look on his face. “Almost considered just being a copy cat voice for him once, way before I found out where our great King was, but I never followed through with that. Shame, though, knowing I’m on par with Broadway. Probably could have snagged a pretty decent amount of yuan from desperate fans. Don’t really have much use for money, though so eh.”

He shrugged, and for once he sounded... honest. Just honest.

“I wasn’t really trying to hide it, not from you anyway. Just... didn’t wanna deal with Wukong waking up and hearing me sing for the first time after. Ya know.” He waved his hand with another shrug. “History and all that. It was just a moment I had with myself, nothing more.”

Xiaotian took particular note that he avoided one particular question.

“You’re awful open about all this stuff,” the Monkie Kid mused, the two of them watching the horizon slowly move under the drone ship as the sun rise continued. Everyone else would be getting up soon enough. “Even for blackmail.”

“It’s not really effective blackmail,” Macaque admitted after a moment, tail lazily swishing behind him. “Not content wise, anyway. I was bound to be heard eventually no matter how much I hid. Think of this as more a... reward for you being able to catch me unaware. Take a lot of skill to do that with my ears.”

“I know most of your powers are gone too,” Xiaotian said bluntly, dropping the real piece of information he was here to hold over the other’s head out in the open, and that got Macaque to freeze instantly. “Not like ours are but... I dunno. I didn’t really think that far ahead. But if you still had most of them we wouldn’t be talking right now. You ran away instead of just whooshing into the shadows I know were in the hall. You’ve been wearing earplugs since we let you stay, I saw Sandy give them to you and you’re even wearing them right now, but even with your hearing dulled you would have been able to know I was in that room. You’ve been walking through doors instead of just vanishing. I don’t think I’d seem you walk through one except for at the shadow play before last week, and that was obviously to get my attention. I don’t think I’ve seen you make a clone or transform either, or manipulate a single shadow. Why not flaunt your powers over us, knowing we don’t have ours since you’ve made a point to annoy us about our lost abilities, unless you don’t have yours too?”

The elder said nothing, only growled and glowered out at the horizon before letting out a deep sigh.

“You really are a good kid,” he said with a humorless chuckle. “Smart, too, when actually you put your mind to stuff. But you’re only half right.”

“What do you mean?” Xiaotian asked in shock, amazed that the other was even still admitting to anything point blank at this point.

“I still have all my powers, it’s just... Not a good idea for me to use them too much,” he said vaguely, shrugging his shoulders and turning to walk away from the young man in a way that clearly indicated this line of conversation was over with. “I know you can keep a secret, kid, so do me a favor. Keep quiet about this.”

That same humorless chuckle, the one the young man now realized was more common from the demon’s mouth than not, sounded as he stepped into the forming shadows of the driver’s post from the rising sun and seemed to fall and melt into the floor in an instant.

Xiaotian couldn’t help the flinch that ran through their body at the implications of that final sentence. His training of Xiaotian. The second meeting. The Calabash.

The White Bone Spirit...

“Asshole,” Xiaotian muttered under their breathe, taking the door instead.

~

The very first thing Xiaotian was greeted with when they entered the communal kitchen was low and muttered but still the less than whispered tune of a song by a pop punk bank from overseas.

“Why do we worry at aaaaall,” Macaque sang just loud enough for everyone around him to hear, the baffled and in some cased impressed faces of everyone (barring the presumably still resting Wukong) looking in his direction as he seemingly ignored them to prepare his own fruit based breakfast. “Why, just tell me why do we worry? When worries never happen tell me why, why worry at all?”

When Macaque turned to look at Xiaotian he smirked almost playfully, winking at him.

And the only thing that ran through Xiaotian’s head was “there goes half of my blackmail... asshole.”

Though... when he looked closer...

Macaque seemed oddly tired.

Did he have the dark bags under his eyes during their conversation before?

[tigerseye46]

for the writing prompts- b16/b26/b30 and c3/c11 with peachtea? (sun wukong x tang)

I think this is my first time writing for Peachtea so here you are! I’m sorry for how long this took

B16. “I really like you! Uh… I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that.” B26. “You’re special to me.” B30. “Crushing hard, huh?” C3. “It’s none of your business.” “It’s my business if you cry because of me.” C11. “You appreciate people only after they’re gone.”

It was no secret that Tang was a huge fan of the Monkey King. He couldn’t hide that secret no matter how hard he tried. It was also no secret that he had a huge crush on the king. A lot of people had crush on him but they hadn’t gotten to know the king like the scholar did.

When they saw Sun Wukong, they saw a legendary hero, a figure. He, on the other hand, had seen the man underneath.

He wasn’t just the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, he was a person. He laughed and cried, had opinions, had likes and dislikes, he wasn’t just a figure anymore.

Learning more about him had made Tang fall deeper.

During their time on the Dronecopter, they became friends and Tang’s crush had developed from that into love. If only he knew how to tell the other.

He tried to hide it as best he could but this was Tang and he was no good at hiding the fluttering feeling the king gave him.

He was going to act on them... if the king hadn’t been avoiding him for the past few weeks.

Tang wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe Wukong had finally grown tired of him. His head was resting on the dining room table, wallowing in despair, when the door opened and the king walked in with a peach in hand.

The scholar quickly put a hand up. “Monkey King! How are you?”

The king massaged his neck nervously. “Oh, hey, Tang. I’m good... what are you doing here?”

“Waiting for Pigsy so I can steal dinner from him.”

“It’s two p.m,” the king pointed out.

“You never know. Maybe he wants to cook early. So while you’re not busy... do you want to hang out?”

“Actually... I have to train the kid. See you!” Then the king bolted out of there.

Tang sighed and trudged over to Pigsy to complain.

As he pressed his forehead against the pig’s back and complained, his best friend merely chuckled and said, “Crushing hard, huh?”

“Obviously. Now show me some sympathy. Preferably with noodles.”

“No, you’re already a freeloader enough.”

“Then help me. What do I do?”

“Talk to him.”

“Have you been listening? I tried! He won’t talk to me. What did I do wrong?”

“I’m sure ya didn’t do anythin’ wrong. He’s probably got a lot on his mind. We are tryin’ to find the parts to defeat the White Bone Spirit.”

“Yea, I know but he doesn’t avoid you or MK or anyone else. Just… just me. Maybe he got tired of me.”

“I would too,” the pig sarcastically stated. “But honestly, Tang, try and talk to him more. If he doesn’t talk to you, come to me and I’ll deal with it.”

“Okay. I’ll try. Thank you, Pigsy.”

“No problem, pal.”

The scholar walked around the ship and thought to himself. Maybe he would get lucky enough to see the king. His heart ached. Seriously, what had he done? Did the monkey despise him now? Was he unnerved by the scholar being in love with him?

Tang didn’t have much of a concept of personal space when it came to people he admired. New Years had proven that.

It wasn’t until a few days passed that he spotted the king again. The king was in the training area, shirtless. Tang blushed. Maybe this was the perfect time to find out what he had done wrong.

“Uhhh, hey!”

The monkey paused and spun around. “Oh, uhhh, hey, Tang...”

“Hey... how are you?”

“Good... Look at the time. Got to go!” The monkey threw on his shirt and was about to bolt.

“Wait, Monkey King! There’s something I have to ask you.”

“Can’t it wait until later?”

“No! You’ve been avoiding me! And I don’t want that.”

“I’m not avoiding you.”

“Yes, you are!”

“Look...  Monkey King.” 

“Bye!”

Tang panicked and shouted the first thing that came to his mind, “I really like you!” A hand clasped over his mouth. “Uh… I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that.”

The king’s face was a deep red. “Tang, I…”

“Yea. I know… you don’t feel the same way. Sorry to bother you.”

Then Tang ran and slammed his bedroom door shut. Face flushed even when his heart ached. It hurt more than he could say.

The next few days made him avoid the group. On a beautiful starry night, he was crying and sniffling. He hoped the book in his hands wouldn’t be covered by tear stains.

Steps came towards him but he refused to lift his head. “Hey,” a familiar voice whispered. He looked up to see the king with creased brows, eyes showing he was worried. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s none of your business,” he growled.

“It’s my business if you cry because of me.” Sitting down next to him, he sighed and reached a hand out but it was slapped away. “Tang, I’m sorry. Look... You’re special to me.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

“It wasn’t right for me to avoid you but I might as well tell you. Over the past few weeks, I realized I developed feelings for you and I know you like me but I wasn’t exactly sure if it was a simple infatuation or if it was more than that. I needed some time to think over the situation and when you told me, I was frozen. I didn’t know what to do.” The king threaded fingers through his fur.

He continued, “Then I realized after you ran away that you appreciate people only after they’re gone. And with what’s happening now, I realized I didn’t want to leave anything unsaid.”

The king gasped as he was wrapped into a hug. “You’re so stupid. Of course I like you.”

“I have so much making up to do. I’m sorry.”

“You better be. It still hurts but I might forgive you if you give me some stories.”

“Alright. I can do that.” Tears rolled down his back but he didn’t seem to mind. They enjoyed the warmth as they held each other.

Then hands intertwined.