#The watermelon above looks nice too

[wydrochka]

Okay, hear me out.

I know this seems like conspiracy theories and is pretty stupid in general, but I saw a similar post by someone here on Tumblr once and now I've come across it myself and I can't keep quiet. It's literally brown and blue eye pieces with a heart longing for the blue eye. Yeah-yeah, our dads aren't the only ones in the world with eyes like that, but let me dream a little.

[carpbread0]

NPC Life is the best

(Genshin Impact x gn reader - sagau)

(second person pov)

Part 1 —> Part 2 —> Part.3

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Now that your kaeya predicament was gone, it was finally time to decide what to do for a living. to be honest, you didn’t have to worry about money since you were an accountant and had a few properties in real estate. So money just was never the problem.

but now that you’ve landed in teyvat it seems that all of your hard work has gone out into the gutter. real estate didn’t seem like a good job considering-

well

the fact that you had barely enough mora for four more meals. and accounting didn’t seem all that good either since the store managers in teyvat never seemed to need an accountant at all.

well unless if you wanted to work for the fatui and slave away while also having the chance of being hurt at any moment..

so past jobs just weren’t gonna cut it.

maybe a.. painter? You did paint as a hobby, but then again you didn’t have money for the costly supplies anymore..

oooo! Or maybe a baker? You did enjoy baking with your ex, but then again it was mostly him doing the work while you just stared at him lovesick..

mm.. maybe an adventurer? The pay seemed pretty good and you would get to explore all of teyvat at the same time. However.. the Khaenri’ah quests broke you so hurting a innocent hillichurl would probably break your heart..

who knew picking a job would be so hard?

as you grumble about what to do, a flyer from a nearby wall suddenly flys off gently and straight into your lap. A CHIBI drawing of a familiar figure prancing around piles of mora is dead center as the text above says

NEW!!!

Liben is back in town!! Those with valuable goods such as ores or whatever I’m craving- will be paid handsomely! If you wish to trade with me, please come next to the fruit stalls at the front gate if you wish to trade for a handsome amount of MORA!

teyvat has blessed you

Your holy savior is back in town!

but.. what could liben want today? Then again, his silly little flyer said it could be anything of value. Maybe you should try your luck at getting a precious ore! It shouldn’t be too hard right?

. . . . . . . . .

it was too easy

the moment you trekked out into a small cave near eagle coast was the moment you found two large emerald like ores that were easily plucked out. It was as if teyvat wanted to impress you in how it could bend to your wishes so easily.

you made your way back to mondstat and headed to the location Liben was usualy found.

weaving through the busy street you found yourself before the flamboyant looking man. He was as tall as you’d thought he be but with a very chill attitude just like his in game dialogue.

“Hi! My name is Y/n. I saw your flyer and I was wondering if you’d be interested in my ores” you show him your two ores which were as large as small watermelon.

“Hmm, these will certainly do. How about 1 million mora? These fine ores must cost a hefty price no?” Liben nods with professionalism.

“Mm.. how about 1.4 million mora?” You look up at him with a pitiful look. “I worked very hard to find these ores so it would be nice if you could raise the price a bit. Of course, if you don’t want to it’s fine.”

Liben ponders for a minute before diligently responding with “how about 1.3 million mora? Will that suffice Traveller?”

“Deal!” You look up at him happily.

“Good! Let’s set this trade then”

Liben proceeds to grab three hefty bags of mora and hands it over to you as you gently hand over your ores. As Liben hands you the bags of mora you can only ponder about how to fit the into your little pouch..

well that was until a backpack symbol popped up onto your pouch.. it seems like the bag you had stolen wasn’t any ordinary bag after all. Pressing on the symbol, the back pack screen popped up like in game. Liben didn’t react nor did anyone who was passing by. It seems like this screen was only visible to you.. how neat!

placing the mora into your inventory you see the mora bar fill up. Although you’re a little guilty about guild tripping Liben into giving you an extra 300k, times are hard and with such a good opportunity you must take it! Come on look at you now, 1.3 million mora would probably last you almost a life time in teyvat, but you can never be so sure. After all, being so stable with money in your old world sure puts you on your feet now that your hard earned fortunes are of no use. The more mora, the better!

. . . . . . . . . . .

Once you finished sharing small talk with Liben after your godly trade, you decided to explore the city of freedom.

it was about 3 pm now since you spent a few hours walking out to go find ores. Now that your stable with mora the flooding thoughts of being the creator really hit you.

Surprisingly, it hasn’t been on your mind at all. But now that you’re heading to the cathedral and the venti statue, the thoughts of being treated like a divine being throws shivers down your spine. While living in luxury would be a dream of some, being stuck in a cold and quiet throne room seems just as horrible as living on the cold streets.

now that you think about it, you haven’t heard talk about the creator at all. With how little you know about yourself you can’t help but be nervous. Is there an imposter on the throne? Do the people of teyvat sacrifice human beings in your name? these thoughts can’t help but send another shiver down your spine as you finally reach the top of the long stairs.

the venti statue stood high in scale, obviously more magnificent then it could ever be in game. The crowd that surrounded the statue was much larger as well. With nuns preaching about lord barbatos and so forth. you look at the cathedral to see another nun preaching, she seemed to be talking about the creator.. it’s best if you listen in on her words.

scurrying over you manage to find a nice spot amongst the large crowd of people.

“The divine creator has yet to descend but as diligent followers we mustn’t rush their return!” The nun says loudly as a few people cheer.

“Once they descend we will finally see their divine features, features not even the best scriptures could describe.”

“We will bathe them in gold like the color of their holy blood! And we shall never kill in their name lest we sully their robes!” The nun preaches like a zealot and the crowd yet again cheers.

well, that sure answers your question. At least the people don’t kill in your name.. you couldn’t be so sure about gods though.. well it’s better than everyone doing it, that’s for sure.

The nun also said that the creator hasn’t descended yet.. which means you’re not in the imposter au! Woo hoo! Now you surely have a better chance to live as an NPC.

walking away from the crowd you decide it’s best to go look for an inn. The gothe hotel is an obvious contender but it’s taken over by the fatui.. maybe you should walk around the city a little more and decide.

heading down the stairs to the town square you sit down on a bench, now realizing the toll of walking down the large amount of steps.. how do the locals do it *sigh*

unknown to you a certain soft spoken alchemist can’t help but be captured by the sight of you. With his interest peaked he walks over to you quietly without you noticing a thing.

“Excuse me, is it alright if I sketch you?”

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carp bread- wasn’t sure how I was supposed to write Liben 😔👆

[reotheworld]

hold it right there! this is the cock block police!

❝ just think about us, the night is long ❞

➜ how they almost lose their virginity with you

➜ fem!reader

sugar level: 100% | cw: nsfw, fingering, cunnilingus, breast play, handsy make out sessions, consent specified in each parts, mdni!

click this to read part 2

in the beginning of the relationship, shy touches of holding hands and kissing each other's cheeks were some of the display of affections you and isagi would share. of course, those slowly grew out to become long lasting hugs of comfort or sharing of warmth to tasting each other's mouths as the relationship progresses in the later months.

"keep the door open, yo chan!" his mother would always remind him whenever you'd drop by at their house, causing him to mumble incoherent words of annoyance, not having the chance to make a bold move on you.

"would you like to look at yoichi's baby pictures, y/n?" his father would ask, stirring your attention from him and into his printed pictures of when he was still a little ball of joy in the photo album his parents' treasures.

"you have such a cute butt!"

"y/n didn't needed to see that-"

but when one day comes and he's home alone with you, isagi doesn't hesitate to get you on top of him, hands on the cheeks of your butt, guiding your hips to grind on him, loving the sounds you emit from your lips.

it was through your consent that had you two now in this position, him hovering on your top between your legs, buttons of your uniform blouse undone, your face flushed from the make out session. when isagi felt a little bolder, he hooked his fingers on the waistband of your panty, ready to unpeel the clothing for you when-

"y/n! isagi! we bought watermelon bread and red tea from the convenient store!"

seeing you and his mother getting along so well made bachira's heart swell with happiness. the only two women he needed in his life are getting along, of course he has every right to be happy!

"when he was a little boy, he liked my oil in canvas portrait of the monster!"

"oh! may i see that portrait too, mother?"

in the relationship, bachira absolutely has nothing to hide from you. as early as getting together with him, what's his is yours too! and despite his playful personality, he always makes sure you're comfortable with him and in any place you two are at.

even when you've given him your consent and you're comfortable with giving him your first. hands experimenting each other's bodies, touching sensual points like ears and neck, kisses that leaves you two wanting for more.

just like an ice melting when the sun finally rises, the want to step the relationship further begins to unfold.

handsy make out sessions in the back of the school or inside his room when his mother is out, hand slipping inside your panty during movie night; two fingers entering your wet pussy and the lost focus on the movie (with the blanket concealing the hidden motive), shoving his hands inside your shirt to grope your breast while rubbing his hard on against your butt cheeks.

"huh? where are you going?" his mother asks as she catches sight of her son fixing his backpack in the living room. "i'm about to finish cooking dinner."

"i'm going to pick up y/n in the station. i wanted to see her too-" before he could even continue with what he needs to say, a pack of condom came out.

despite having two little sisters, baro doesn't think it's going to be a problem. and that's the problem!

"baro nii, we want to play with y/n!"

"baro nii, when is y/n going to come over?"

"yeah! she promised to play dolls with us!"

he loves his little sisters he really do, but sometimes, he wants to let them understand that he needs alone time with you. time wherein they don't monopolize you from him.

"i thought were going to watch this movie?"

"your sisters are so cute! playing tea time with them is so nice! i even met mr scruffy!"

"who's scruffy?"

but when the gods above has finally noticed how he's suffering, the day wherein it's just you two in his house finally came. and baro didn't wasted any time with the consent that you have bestowed upon him.

"ah! what if..." you huff between breathing, cheeks light pink in color while your boyfriend's situated between your legs, having them over his shoulders. "...what if...they get back?"

"fat chance, baby." baro replies, sliding his hands up to grope your breasts through your clothing, deepening his tongue inside your pussy.

"we're home!" the front door opens, followed by sounds of rushed footsteps.

"y/n is here!"

"y/n please play with us!"

immediately halting and pulling away from each other, the two of you have never dressed so quickly. embarrassed and baro groaning in frustration.

[sophrosynesworld]

Peace.

I spread out my quilt blanket on the lawn, smoothing out the corners. Our picnic basket sits beside me, opening it to reveal the delicious spread inside. The sun filters through the trees as squirrels chase each other around. 

I pull out the sandwiches first, their parchment paper crinkling under my grasp. Katsuki’s favorite is next, a tupperware full of strawberries, blueberries, and watermelon. 

I glance around, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. The birds are singing, and the distant sound of a stream adds to the tranquility. I sit down on the blanket, leaning back on my hands, and take a moment to appreciate the beauty. 

"Hey," 

I jump slightly, turning to see him standing there, looking a bit out of place but determined to join me.

"Hey," I reply, smiling to hide my surprise. "Didn't hear you coming."

"Didn't mean to startle you," he says, a smirk spreading on his lips as he sits down beside me.

"How was your day?" I ask, trying to ease into a conversation. I hand him a sandwich, watching as he takes it with a nod.

"Busy," he replies shortly, but there's a softness in his eyes that wasn’t there before. "I could use a break."

"That's what this is for," I say, gesturing around us. "Just relax."

He takes a bite of his sandwich and nods appreciatively. "Not bad. Did you make these?"

"I did," I say, feeling a bit proud. "Glad you like them."

He takes another bite, chewing thoughtfully. "It's nice out here," he finally says, glancing around at the trees.

"Yeah, it's my favorite spot," I reply. "Peaceful and away from everything."

"Definitely beats the noise of the city," he agrees, leaning back on his hands and looking up at the sky. "Thanks for inviting me."

"Anytime," I say sincerely. "I’ve missed you."

He nods, and for a moment, we sit in comfortable silence, enjoying the tranquility of the moment. I reach for a strawberry and pop it into my mouth, savoring the sweetness. 

"So," I say, breaking the silence, "have you done anything interesting recently?"

He snorts, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Interesting is one word for it. Non-stop chaos might be more accurate."

I laugh softly. "Sounds like you need this picnic more than I thought."

"Yeah," he admits, his voice softer now. "It's good to get away, even if just for a little while."

"Well, you're always welcome to join me," I say, meaning every word. "Sometimes we all need to slow down and just... be."

He looks at me then, really looks, and for a moment, there's something unspoken between us. "Thanks," he says quietly. "I appreciate it."

"Anytime, Bakugo."

As the sun begins to set, casting a golden hue over everything, I start to pack up the picnic. Bakugo doesn’t offer to help, but rather watches me intently. I glance at him, feeling a mix of emotions.

"Bakugo," I start, hesitating. "There's something I need to tell you."

He looks at me, his expression curious.

"I can’t do this anymore" my voice waivers, "it's... wrong of me.

"Why not?" he asks, genuinely surprised.

"You’re dead." I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. 

He doesn't react immediately, just stares at me, processing my words. Then, he chuckles softly. "You’re using your quirk on me, aren’t you?"

I nod, tears pricking at my eyes. "You didn’t make it out of the war. I couldn’t believe you died for a while. I don't know why I forced you to stay here."

He reaches out, his hand passing through mine but leaving a tingling warmth. "Thanks for the picnic," he says, his voice gentle. "And for the company."

"I'll always be here," I promise, my heart aching. "Whenever you need me."

He smiles, a real, genuine smile. "Don't see me too early. I need you to beat Deku for me."

Just like that, he's gone, leaving me alone in the fading light. But I know he's at peace now, and somehow, that makes the goodbye a little easier to bear.

[ropes3amthoughts]

I love Kabru so much. He’s awesome. I want him. I want him to perform surgery on me; cut me open, poke around at my insides, and stitch me back up. I want to play with his hair, lightly twist the curls around my fingers. I want to hold him. I want to go out to dinner with him, my treat.

Sometimes he makes me feel so excited that I get nauseous. Sometimes when I look at him for too long my heart starts beating worryingly fast, like an alien from the movie alien is going to bust open my chest from the inside, and I need to get up and walk around my room to calm down. He makes me feel like I’m being electrocuted but in a good way. I would walk around in a maze and search for seeds for hours on end if he told me to. I doodle him almost every time I pick up a pen or pencil. When I see posts about him I often start stimming and giggling. I would kiss him in the parking lot of a gas station when it smells bad and the sun is in my face. I would follow him around like a little puppy. I could be his little puppy. I could roll over on my back and go “woof woof.”

I think about him constantly. I love him dearly. I love him. I want him to pet my head and smile at me. I want to cook him a really tasty meal. I want to impress him. I want to lay my head in his lap. I want to buy him pointless trinkets just because they made me think of him and it would be nice to give him something. I want to make art of him out of stained glass. I want to embrace him and rub circles on his back. I want to sniff him and try to guess what shampoo he uses. I want to hold his hand. I want to lick him. I want to hold his head in my hands like a watermelon. I want to sit on the beach with him. I want to lean my face on my hand and have the most interested look on my face when I listen to what he has to say. I want to grow a plant with him, maybe a succulent.

One time I was reading a fanfic and in the fanfic it said something like “Kabru traced nonsense shapes on Laios’ skin” and I imagined Kabru doing that to me and I got so warm and my throat got all tight and I started coughing and my heart started fluttering like I was on a roller coaster two hundred feet above ground and I was just about to go down a drop and I had to put my phone down and take like a ten minute break. I once saw this fanart of Kabru with his shirt collar like pulled down so his shoulder was exposed and I was totally frozen and I kept staring at it like I was in a trance and I ranted about how crazy it made me to my friends and one of them told me I’m the reason schools have dress codes. I still think about that art often. When I saw that one official art of Kabru with long hair I felt like I was dying and my heart wouldn’t stop hammering in my chest and every time I closed my eyes I kept seeing him and when I tried to stand up my legs were shaking and my throat got all tight like I was choking.

He’s so gorgeous. He’s absolutely stunning. He’s breathtakingly handsome. He’s so interesting. What a guy. I love his passion for humanity. I love how smart he is. I love how ambitious and determined he is. I love how he always does what he thinks is right. I love the stupid little faces he makes in the small panels. There’s so much I could say about him and how he makes me feel. I could rant about him for forever but I’m just gonna stop now.

Usually when I make stuff like this I have some images that like help my rant, like I start rambling and then I add images to ramble about, but no images were needed for this one. This was fueled by love alone, no images needed. I see every image of Kabru in my heart. I will attach an image anyways because he has such a gorgeous face. He’s insanely attractive. Here is a cute image of him smiling. I love his smile.

Also I was originally going to send this to Dungeon Meshi Confessions so I wouldn’t need an image for that lol. My original plan was to send this rant (not including this paragraph and the paragraph prior to it) to the confession blog, not make it anon, then reblog it all like “Wow I totally agree with this” when it was obviously just me because I thought that would be funny, but that would take like a week for my ask to be processed and there were only like 6 new Kabru posts when I checked like every tag today so I felt compelled to share my love for Kabru immediately. Plus I feel like if people knew I was trying to do that to be funny it wouldn’t be as funny? It’s nice and easy for me to share my thoughts and feelings in my own post anyways.

After I post this I am immediately going to turn to Kabru related stuff again. Either I’ll work on my Kabru essay, work on one of my one million Kabru fanfics, draw Kabru, or read a Kabru centric fanfic. I love him so much dude. He makes me crazy. I’ve been reading this fic lately and it’s been making me so crazy. Kabru has had a home cooked meal like four times so far and I’m immensely satisfied with that. I love Kabru eating meals. I feel like there’s so many opportunities to depict meals and eating and use like food metaphors and stuff in Dungeon Meshi fan content but so few people utilize that but this fic is feeding Kabru good and it makes me happy. I love Kabru flourishing. Kabru <3

[sadhours]

I desperately need a little blurb where Gator is laying on his bed shirtless, arms over his head and reader smells his armpits. Ahhh I apologize, I’m ovulating and have no control over my hormones

This is literally my kink 👀

gator x f!reader

cw: 18+ minors dni, pit kink, smut

It’s not fair, you think, standing at the doorway of Gator’s bedroom. He’s lounged back on his bed, wearing nothing but his underwear, his boots at your feet and the rest of clothes on the floor in a trail to his bed. Must’ve been sweating the way he peeled out of ‘em the second he got to his bedroom. You came by to bring some of the fruit from your family’s farm and well, figured you’d come say hello to your boyfriend.

He hasn’t noticed you yet, eyes closed as he takes a pull from his watermelon flavored vape and lifts his arms above his head. Exhales a billow of the acidic cloud but your eyes are drawn to the damp, forest of hair under his arms. An all too familiar sensation squeezing at your insides as you involuntarily step forward. Crawling on the bed, knees sinking into the mattress and your palm meets his chest, keeping him pinned down so you can bring your nose to his pit.

Gator has been sweating today. You can’t help but squeeze your thighs together as you drag your nose along the hair, inhaling deeply and moaning on the exhale. Pheromones, you’ve convinced yourself that’s why you like it so much. ‘Cause everything else tells you this is gross and shameful. But you’re obsessed with the smell. It’s musky and filthy. You take another inhale, smushing your face into his pit and again, can’t help but moan as you exhale. It’s just too good. You peek up at Gator’s face, watching as his brows raise but he keeps his eyes closed and a smug grin spreads across his plush lips.

You run your fingers through his chest hair as you smell again, unable to get enough. It’s a bit acrid, definitely tangy and the scent alone has your thighs warm and sticky with slick. You wonder what Gator was doing all day, why the smell is so pungent as you keep burying your nose in it.

“You’re such a freak,” he chuckles lowly, but the smile on his face is fond and he’s filling out in his briefs.

“Smells so good, baby,” you mumble against his hairy pit, taking another deep inhale for good measure.

Gator grins, eyes finally opening to look at you and he mumbles, “Don’t pick favorites. Other one’s getting lonely.”

You give his left pit a nice, broad lick before moving towards the other one. You bury your nose in the damp hairs, sniffing wildly and moaning into his soft skin. Gator jerks, his arm lowering and trapping your head between his forearm and the side of his chest. But you don’t let up, straddling his waist and scratching at his chest hair as you lose yourself in the smell of Gator’s musk.

[yostresswritinggirl]

Pagtingin

"I'll just wait for the wind to sweep away my words."

Scaramouche/Wanderer x Fem!Reader.

Fluff; keeping your feelings secret; glimpses of Wanderer before he got his memories back; classic Scaramouche behavior; feel good story.

Heeey, @monicahar, guess I'm your secret santa uwu you know how much I love angst so know how I tried my very best to make this as fluff and kinda crack as you wished! I have FOUR retakes of this because I'm writing for the Scaramouche master writer (first one got rejected cuz it's quite angsty but I hope you liked it!)

"Mr. Sandman, sand me a saaand," you take a sighing pause, breathing in, and starting again. "Dendro archon, send me a siiiign -"

"What the hell are you singing about?"

"Wanderer!" And there he was in all his glory, arms crossed and stare full of judgment yet stuck to you as you stumbled across the room to reach the windowsill, opening the window to see that - yep, he's floating in mid-air.

The high rising moon behind him framed his ethereal form so beautifully, as if he was a messenger of Celestia ready to take you to the skies above.

You cough to your hand.

His squint lightens, descending to sit on the windowsill so you wouldn't have to crane your neck awkwardly to maintain eye contact.

"There's that Wanderer I know."

The sweet lost foreigner that first stepped foot into Sumeru City with eyes filled with innocent wonder. As a proud citizen and a strange sense of responsibility, you approached the then stranger for an impromptu tour around the humble place, something that he seemed to have needed desperately.

You still remember when he asked about where the sunsettias and harra fruits could be found, in case his employer needed to restock his stall. Of all the beauty that no other nation could compare, he wanted to know where the fruits are.

Safe to say your sudden guffaw had him spooked for a bit, but are you really to blame for how adorable he is for being so new to the world like he is?

It was a nice surprise too when you stumbled upon his fabled stall in the Grand Bazaar one day while he was tending to customers, flustered from the rush hour and his lack of training. Despite not needing it, you willed yourself to buy a watermelon just to talk to him again and give him a better customer service experience.

"Thank you for your purchase - ah, and come again sometime!"

You had to eat watermelon slices for a week because of that impulse buy, but his shy smile was worth the diet change.

But then his overall demeanor changed when you found an anemo vision hanging near his chest, at the same day that he left his merchant work with a blonde traveler. The Wanderer you knew didn't glare like that, talk like that, act like that. It was so quiet between you two, and it felt like he was sizing you up, unsure what to do with you.

"Hey!" His indigo eyes watched you place your hands on your hips with an annoyed huff. "You can't act like this just cuz you got a vision now, getting one doesn't mean you have to change up on me. We're friends still!"

And while his huff and eye roll are baffling to see on your sweet Wanderer, you can't deny his smirk suits him perfectly.

"Look who's the lonely one now." He clicks his tongue, mockingly, yet there were no apparent venom in his words. Back when he asked why you were hanging around him, you told him that he looked lonely too.

("Why are you doing all this? For me? Someone who's -" his Adam's apple bobbed so harshly as he gulped. "A stranger." The way he said those words sounded strangely strained.

"I just thought you looked quite lonely," you settled with no double meanings or deep words those scholars in the Akademiya tend to use. There's no need to beat around the bush with him. Leaning over your stall, you dipped your head under his hat to level his gaze more clearly. "Lonely and a lil confused, like you needed a friend.")

"Yeah, I missed you." He's always seemed like the type of person who wants the blatant truth.

"I -" And his actions had always been honest with you. What with the way he paused and avoided your stare, how he turns his head away and tilt his hat down to hide the expressions he's making. Perhaps your honesty doesn't just come from his preferences. "I suppose that's expected what with you being locked up here for - what? Eight days?"

"Almost nine." Heaving another sigh, your arms hang over the platform as you slump on the spot next to him.

Stuck in your dormitory room because of a flu you caught while out collecting data. While it's not life-threatening for anyone whatsoever, it's still contagious enough for the Akademiya to force you to self isolation until you got better. You haven't had contact with others in days, at least, that's what the Akademiya knows.

Wanderer stares at you with a look that screams out 'why the hell are you looking at me like that?' as you feel a smile force its way to your face, unable to hide it even from him. How could you when the man in front of you, no matter how many times you warned not to get close because of your flu, would only scoff about how ironic it was that you're the one saying those words.

You're thankful that he's confident of his immune system to keep visiting you like this.

He didn't have to visit every day the hour before your assigned bed time, but he's always here on the dot.

Despite the sudden change, Wanderer is still just as easy to read no matter how hard he tries not to be.

"Right, I almost forgot." You watch as he pulled out something wrapped in a beautiful blue furoshiki, the sweet smell already betraying the surprise before he unwraps the baklava for you. "You asked for some yesterday and I didn't want you to whine again."

"Pastries! Oh I love you so much!"

He can remember it so clearly that he could recreate every frame of the scene: The overwhelming feeling in his chest with the tightness in his throat, him opening his mouth before pressing his lips together before the first word could even come out.

Wanderer felt physical pain from the battle in his mind while you happily indulge in the pastry, blissfully unaware of the things you do to him.

Why was he here again after he got his memories back? Why does he keep coming back to this student that showed him around the city when he first arrived?

Lesser Lord Kusanali proposed to keep this connection instead of wallowing in self pity now that the world has forgotten him (that was his own doing), yet it was something that locked him in ball and chain despite having the conscious mind to get away.

Yet the way you immediately turn to him with an amused smile, "Something on your mind?" Easily defeated the clashing virtues debating in his mind. "You want a baklava?"

There was a pained expression on his face as he clutched his hand over his chest, he knows you've seen it no matter how he tried not to look like it. The Wanderer had always been so honest with you that's true, because it was so easy to just be him with you.

But that's not really him, is it?

Puppets like him don't need to breathe.

Yet at that time, perhaps Nahida was right that there really wasn't any difference between a human and a puppet.

"Do you think I deserve a second chance?" He let slip in front of the archon one day when his thoughts raged like the fires of a faraway furnace, too slow to bite his tongue and too frustrated to cover up with a 'forget it.'

Nahida, in contrast, takes time to think things through and watch his body language. From the way he avoids her stare and how his crossed arms looked more defensive of a different insecurity. The god of wisdom doesn't need to read minds to know this is an entirely different case.

"Let's put it this way, what's stopping you from thinking you don't deserve it?" Deserve her, more like.

And his old self would have said nothing, that he deserves everything he desires for all the efforts he had done to get to where he is now. But he's better than that now, no, he's better than that because of you.

Why must he be awkward around you?

Why must he be so hang up on every detail about him and you?

Why must he be so insecure of who he is and who you are?

"Because I'm not human," yet he uttered those words as if he was baffled by his own answer, eyes wide with confusion as he clutched his head. "Yet these days I feel like I'm one."

He practically all but shoved the poor pastry into his mouth, biting down with just a little too much force than intended. Fuck, he hates sweet things!

And so the puppet known as a human does his best to ignore your snickers with how his face contorts into irritation and disgust as the layers melt stickily in his mouth. Oh, he hates you, hates how much he loves you.

He hopes you don't blame him, it's hard to take a gamble with the only chance he's ever getting.

"How's your research going?"

"My proposal is ready, when I'm out of here, I wanna try and get funding to go conduct research in the desert."

"Mhm."

"Then I'll take you with me and tour you there too, I promise the views are worth it!"

"Alright, I'll hold you to it."

So for now, he will keep his peace until he's ready. He only hopes that when he confess his secrets, your opinion of him won't change.

He only hopes... when he reveals his feelings, your opinion of him won't change.

Maybe tomorrow, you'll be his. He can only hope.

This is loosely based on a song called Pagtingin, with English translations here! That's the vibe I'm going for where the singer is hesitating to confess his feelings because he's afraid that the person he loves would treat/see him differently if they don't share the same feelings.

Tagging: @maehemthemisfit @ireallylikehamsters @chuusposts

[bepisbee]

domestic shorts for transman vio vidow

Vio yawned and stretched up, making Shadow glance over. It was finally about two in the morning. Their little apartment was dark with only a salt lamp lighting the room and some fairy lights above the shuttered windows. Vio’s back made a satisfying crunch-pop and he let the position go. He made a satisfied groan.

“I told you not to sit like that for so long,” Shadow was not treating his own back any better, laying on the bed on his stomach playing a hand held game.

“Yeah, yeah.” he huffed and stripped off to his boxers. Vio flopped down next to him, bouncing the bed a bit to be dramatic.

“How’s the scar cream working for you?” Shadow put the game down, resting his head in the palm of his hand to look over. “You mentioned wanting it?”

Vio laid on his back and hummed. “Not bad,”

“You know I don’t care about that, right?”

“I know. I wanted to.”

“I’m just making sure,” Shadow pokes his cheek with his black painted fingernail. “Blue invited us to the beach this weekend. Wanna go shopping for swim trunks tomorrow? I don’t have a pair either.”

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” He stared up at the ceiling. “I could use a few things too, now that I don’t need to account for boob size in my wardrobe.” He grinned.

Shadow kissed him softly. “Fuck yeah ya don’t!” He was so supportive, it made Vio feel amazing. “Now get some sleep, you heathen.”

~~~~

It was finally summer!!

Everyone was surrounding a grocery cart at the local market shopping. They had decided to have a cookout picnic style. The shorts and t-shirts have been broken out.

Red and Shadow were grabbing produce: peppers, watermelon, onions, corn and such. They went aisle to aisle grabbing buns and snacks and cookies. Tons of unnecessary flirting between Shadow and Vio the whole time, of course.

“Oh, Shadow! Get the oatmeal creampies, Zelda likes that brand.”

“I’ll give you an oatmeal creampie.”

“Hhaha shut the fuck up, you’re gross! That didn’t even work.” Vio laughed. The fact that he was ace only made the joke funnier to him.

Their group had a huge cookout on the beach. Vio wearing his swim shorts for the first time. He even felt comfortable being topless for swimming. They ended up sharing with tons of the townspeople and friends having gotten way too much food and snacks.

~~~

Shadow snickered behind his boyfriend and grabbed his bent over ass. He cackled as he squealed and smacked his hands.

“You’re a dick! You scared the shit out of me!” He crossed his arms.

He laughed and sat down in his desk chair. “Whatcha lookin for?”

Vio was digging a storage bin. “I thought I had more notebooks.”

“Ahhh, green bin.” Vio raised a brow and checked. He found them.

“Huh.” He picked one up and slid the bins back into the closet. “Thanks, love.” He kissed him on the cheek as he passed by. “Want anything from the store?”

“Ooo yeah more of the chai coffee mix in the carton? Pleaaaaaseeeee?” Shadow perked up.

“Haha, sure thing.” He smiled as he stepped into the living room and kitchen to make his list. Shadow was going to sweat coffee if he kept at it. Caffeine addict.

[josendlessmonolouge]

my oc intro except I’m super tired so they’re incoherent.

Johnny manygoats

born: 1950

job: odd jobs, mostly does rodeo gigs and works his sheep

physical description bc I’m too lazy to draw him: big ass dude like 6’5 and he wears riding boots so it’s scary. He’s got Hooded Big brown baby cow eye and a broad face. Really warm undertone skin idk how to describe it other than like you would use burnt umber paint when mixing it. Very tan bc he constantly claims that bc he’s native he won’t get burnt “I’m dark already I can’t burn” (he can) when before the war he had really long (mid back length) hair but when he enlisted he cut it to military standard. The story has important parts pre war and post so it’s anywhere between long and kinda shaggy when he first started growing it back out. He doesn’t wear any pants other than wranglers. He wears either a western shirt or a really ratty redbone T-shirt that Sara hates but he will wear it until it’s shredded. He has basically two expressions; 1) I’m going to kill myself, you or punch a wall or all of the above and 2) beautiful dimpled ear to ear smile with squinty eyes and crooked teeth, that is pretty well reserved for his niece and nephew or his animals.

likes: summer treats. Like idk he just would live off watermelon and icecream if he could. He was eating frozen grapes way before y’all were. His niece and nephew, his older brother, Michael. the rodeo. reading western novels when he doesn’t have a headache. His horse. His wife, Sara. Marty robbins, Johnny cash, and hank Williams. (so jo core) Throwing shot-put. Marlboro reds. Black coffee. His dog. Sitting on his porch at night. Working on his family’s ranch. =. horseback mounted shooting.(pre war) when he had long hair he liked doing it in the same style as sara (he doesn't have much spiritual identity in his hair but his grandfather did he just liked it long because that's how his grandfather his, also he thinks it looks nice on him. he doesn't enjoy the racist comments he gets on it though obv) western suits. (actually part of how he met his wife) dancing (boy loves line dancing sm)

dislikes: any clerical/business work. Itchy fabrics. being cold, people assuming he’s just a stupid country boy. Literally anyone he went to high school with except for his best friend. Gilah monsters, He knows they don’t often bite people but they scare him still. Coyotes. Really fast talkers. Alcohol. Lyndon Johnson. Being touched without asking first. doctors. physical therapy. dark chocolate (opposite of me) the beatles (again so not jo) running. horseback mounted shooting (post war)

personality: gentleman, always wants to be polite and helpful but also extremely blunt and doesn't realize it's rude/funny/awkward he comes from a family where men are pretty open with their feelings masculinity? bitch his dad cried over hitting a barn cat with their truck. even though he's not really someone to hide his emotions because of like any societal or familial pressures, he doesn't like to be a problem or in anyone's way, so he isn't always too open. really good with kids. he really wanted kids but was exposed to agent orange and was advised to not have children, it broke his heart more than being a pow. genuinely terribly traumatized obv but especially just heart broken by the fact he'll never be a dad. protective of his friends and family to a detrimental degree, wouldn't ever hurt anyone except for when they say something cruel about mike (brother), sara (wife), theodore (best friend). only really became reserved in his emotions after the war, where he felt kinda ashamed and struggled with survivors guilt. can be a show off but he's honestly just earnestly proud of himself. likes to learn new practical skills, he was so excited when he learned to sew.

[gorgin-gals-muses]

chubkink fic prompt: Camgirl Yuma booty show

The low-laying camera blinked on to the view of a purple-haired woman fiddling with it, an arm at the controls, the kneeling down hunched over the equipment and wearing a simple white shirt and a pair of panties. Her eyes darted up to the screen on her side. "Looks like everything's in order..."

"Hey guys, this is LusciousLilac here! I've got a few cans of White Claw here, some water balloons, and I bought a mini watermelon too! Should be pretty fun~." Known in real life by the much less flattering name Yuma Kokohead, the young woman had amassed a small but sizeable cult following under the name LusciousLilac, an avid gainer and camgirl. She had quite a few notable qualities; a soft, easily-flustered demeanor, a tendency to stuff herself to the extreme, and as she stood up to work the settings some and grab the drinks from the table above, she revealed her most noticeable; a ginormous shelf of an ass, and hips and thighs thick enough to properly frame it. Her pudgy gut that sat atop her legs was flabby and rolled, clearly used to being stretched out in harder, longer stuffing sessions. She brought three white cans to the camera, before walking back.

She went to the stage for tonight's show in the middle of the room, a low, wide, sturdy stool (although outsized by her gargantuan rear), atop a large plastic tarp that covered half the floor. As Yuma opened one of the cans and set the rest down, she sat low on the stool, facing the camera, and dug into her belly with her free hand as she led the seltzer down her throat with the other. Tipping her head back to take eager gulps, she fondled and stroked her gut, periodically pushing it up to let it fall back down and wobble on her girthy thighs. She finished the drink quickly, already developing a bit of a paunch, and reached for another to repeat the process, blushing from the alcohol entering her system and the excitement of what she was going to do with the empty cans. Yuma couldn't help but let out a deep belch as the second was chugged down her throat, filling her stomach up nicely, and once she had downed the final of the three, she had a head and belly both brimming with booze, three empty cans, and a perfect place to put them.

Pushing the stool a bit further, just to ensure a better view from the audience, she placed the cans in a row horizontally on the stool, and turned her back towards the camera. Yuma's wide, dimpled monster of an ass jiggled in place, guided by the momentum, as she slowly squatted down into the seat. She felt the cool aluminum grace her booty, and pressed downwards, shifting all of her weight into her ass. The sound of metal crinkling filled her ears as they struggled and resisted, prompting her to keep going, bouncing and wobbling as she got into a rhythm. The cans didn't stand a chance against her as she squashed repeatedly against them, slowly grinding them down until they were nothing more than flattened sheet metal. She felt the stool creak as she rocked her ass back and forth, smothering the aluminum like a wide, fleshy trash compactor. Finally, Yuma put her hands to her knees and pulled herself upwards, flicking the crushed cans onto the floor before presenting three water balloons to the camera.

Going back to the stool, Yuma gingerly placed one of the balloons on top of it, turned back towards her position, and squatted just slightly before quickly pressing her ass into it, colliding like a meteor. She got one solid bounce in, a short moment of resistance and bravery from the water balloon, before it ruptured, letting her ass fall and slam straight through it, quaking against the stool and shaking the camera with its heft. The water in the balloon quickly sprayed out, briefly dousing the (luckily waterproof) camera, the tarp, and Yuma's legs and butt, causing a quick yelp from the wide woman. She turned back, a bit flustered at her own squeal, before advancing to the second round, brushing excess plastic off and placing the new victim for her ass to crush. She went slower this time, gingerly winding her dumptruck down to the water balloon, only gently displacing it, before adding more pressure. It stayed strong, if very squished, hugging each gargantuan cheek. She lightly bounced on the balloon, humping her ass onto it repeatedly as it sprang down and back up, before the tension finally gave way, causing her to spray the camera once more. She let out another squeak this time, genuinely shocked by the untimed bursting. "S-sorry," she blurted out, blushing yet again. The third balloon was in for a big surprised as she slowly turned around, presenting her gut and thunder thighs to the camera, and slotted it in, squeezing it between her legs. This was actually the hardest of the three for her, her musculature far from well-developed, but as she strained and increased the pressure, the balloon seemed to all but completely disappear as it was swallowed up by her thigh blubber, before something finally snapped, a torrent of water shooting up into Yuma's face. She recoiled back, actually feeling a little bit humiliated by that one... she glanced back into the camera, blinking as her face and below were soaked.

"Hoough... now for the watermelon." She grunted a bit as she got up, stretching out, and reached for the watermelon above the camera, swaying a bit as she gathered the strength. It might've been only 3 or 4 pounds, but she was still a little staggered from the liquor in her system, and the watermelon only barely fit on the stool. If Yuma wanted to squash the sturdy fruit into a pulp, she needed to give it everything she got. She turned back, presenting her ass to the camera, shaking it a bit. "Here goes nothing..." She dropped her fat ass onto the watermelon from near standing position, hearing a slight cracking noise. "I think it's working!" She redoubled her efforts, jumping up and down as the watermelon started breaking apart, her ass violently jiggling and shaking with her rhythmic efforts. Each meaty slap of her ass pounded the watermelon further and further towards shattering open, hearing the sound of fruit and wood both breaking. Wait... wood?

"Oh, fu-" Yuma lost her breath and balance as it all gave way under her, watermelon and stool being decimated in tandem by her titanic butt. She fell forward as her legs sprang back reflexively, leaving her and the floor covered in splattered watermelon flesh, chunks of rind, and wood splinters. The remains of the chair, kicked by Yuma's sputtering, flailing limbs, collided with the mounted camera, tipping it over and sending the rest of the video into darkness. All that could be heard now were groans from the collapsed camgirl, though whether they were from pain or arousal was hard to determine.

[simp999]

A New Home Ch. 9

Various splatoon manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.2k

A/N: Don't come at me for some gear similarities with other characters, I came up with these beloved characters before I even knew what the splatoon manga was aaa

Back to the start! Previous Next

Your newfound team continues to make great progress over the course of a couple days, and you wonder how much longer Rider will be training the blue team for.

Your team has been doing lots of ranked, and you're all already around rank A.

It doesn't take long for you to get a grip on their weaknesses and strong points, and their personalities. Leo reminds you of a mix of Gloves and Aloha, wanting to be trendy and fun, but he's also easily excited. Emotions are all over the place with this squid, he's pretty cool though. He kinda reminds you of an annoying little brother whom you're bound to love.

Milo's never one to be quiet, and he's got a big heart. That could be a good or bad thing, but you like to think of it as good. He's definitely the big brother type, and would do anything for his team. It's also pretty funny to see this scary, 6'1 or so person just start info-dumping, it's adorable really.

Tasha's always distant, and you find out that that's just how she is, it's not that she dislikes you or anything. She takes great care of her weapon, but struggles with voicing some things. She's often very blunt and feels bad about it at times, but doesn't show it. 

One thing's for sure though, these guys are all passionate about the game. And they feel like family, they give off a sense of home, which is very comforting. 

Tasha snipes another one of your opponents, saving Leo from getting splatted and securing another KO for your team. You look over at her, proud of how far they've come. Leo shouts a ‘Booyah’ and Tasha nods in acknowledgement. Now it's not just a jumbled mess of people everywhere, you all know your positions. Their weapons were already good for a team, they just didn't know how to use them. 

Tasha stands in the back, always on support. Leo always heads straight in, always on the offensive. Milo's job is to focus on the goal at hand, like the splatzone or tower, not letting anyone near said spot. You support all of your teammates, as a leader should. You're impressed with the progress you've made today, and offer to go to the mall with all the money you've just won. Leo's all for it, wanting to get a new video game that just dropped. Milo's down too, looking forward to a well deserved meal. Tasha's fine with it, she's craving boba anyways. You really need some decorations for your room, so you count up the money you have and make your way to the mall. 

Your first stop at the mall is the tea and boba shop, each getting a cup. You get your favorite flavor, Leo gets blueberry with mango popping pearls. Milo gets all watermelon, and Tasha gets a large cup with grape tea and strawberry popping pearls. Your next stop is the video game store, SquidStop. There’s a lot of anime figurines, video games, bags, hats, and other merchandise. Leo’s quick to spot a pink squid plush and run over to it, claiming it as his own. 

“Hey look! It looks like Aloha!”

Oh? He’s a fan of the S4? You suppose his energy does match Aloha’s somewhat, you’re not surprised he’s a fan. Milo goes over to him and shuffles through the plushie bin to find an orange squid plush. You see the smile on his face widen, the orange plush is safely secured. Leo looks over at Tasha after hugging his plush and gets an idea. He quickly sorts through the plushies to find a purple squid. He holds it above his head once found, and looks over at Tasha.

“Hey, look Tasha! I found Skull for ya!”

So, they’re fans of the S4? That’s nice, now you have an alibi for knowing so much about them if it ever comes up. You’re just a regular S4 fan is all, yup.

Tasha was browsing the acrylic charms when Leo caught her attention, and you notice her quickly pull up her bandanna and mumble something incomprehensible before going back to the charms.

Leo makes his way to the video games, looking for the latest ones. You figure that you should complete the collection, and you grab a cyan squid from the pile. You find a bunch of posters, some figures, and other merchandise to make your room feel more homey. You’re aware that this is going to be an expensive shopping spree, but you think you’ve deserved it. Tasha makes her way over to you, showing you four acrylic charms. They’re little squids, each corresponding to your main colors. Lime green for Milo, royal blue for Leo, purple for herself, and your main color for you. She shyly asks you if you think the others will like them.

“I think they’re cute, I’m sure Milo and Leo will love them.”

You didn’t want to embarrass her, but that’s just too sweet. She really does care for her team, even if she may not say it verbally.

The next few stops are the clothing stores. Milo was complaining about how his glasses got scratched in your guys' last battle. 

“You should get some sunglasses or something, you look dorky with those y’know.” 

Leo’s not wrong, but you found that it suited Milo’s soft personality well. But if you intend on being a scary team, you suppose that Milo would look good with sunglasses, even just for battle. Plus lots of the stages can get quite bright during the day.

“But they’re prescription! You know how bad my vision is, Leo!”

“Y’know, we can always just get prescription sunglasses, Milo.”

Milo complains that they’re too expensive, but you insist on paying for them. They’ve already done so much for you, after all, it’s the least you could do. You get Milo a pair of prescription tinted shades, and you make sure they fit just right before leaving the store. You spot an iconic piece of headgear, and you get an idea. You wordlessly go up to Tasha and gently grab the purple squid plush out of her hands. She’s hesitant to give it up, but she’s sure you won’t do anything bad with it. You go back to where you saw the piece of headgear and shield what you’re doing to the plush before spinning around with a smile on your face and presenting your masterpiece.

“Ta-daaa!~ It’s Skull now!”

You had tied a Skull bandana around the plush. Tasha shakes her head but you can tell there’s a smile under her bandanna, and Leo laughs at what you’ve done, but he’s quick to find a golf visor for his own plush. Once the gas mask and special forces beret have all been acquired and put on their individual plush, you guys make your way home to sort out all the stuff you bought.

Next part

Apr.29.21

[msperfectsheep-posts]

Natsume's Book of Friends Reaction Blog - Episode 1

(Below the cut as to not destroy my followers' feeds)

My pure unfiltered thoughts, in chronological order, for Episode 1:

[DISCLAIMER]

oh great we're starting off by calling women despicable--i see how it is, show /j

"just think of all the babes and bikinis you'll meet" what an odd sentence

ooh i love natsume's eyes

they're like a bronzey copper

"is everything okay with you? since you're, like, covered in dirt" "i'm good. anyway--" natsume my friend you were just running from something that called you a despicable woman

"what's weirder: the weather, or natsume" my man is running for his life don't bully him too

nevermind natsume is yokaiphobic. kill him girls

RIP bozo he didn't even make it to a shrine

well that was a short anime

ARE YOU DEADNAMING HIM?

HIS NAME IS NOT REIKO!!!

oh god we have an evil advisor yokai edition

everyone keeps misgendering my man natsume this is so sad

AND they're misogynistic towards him

unbelievable

my poor man

"lets tear out her tongue so she can't utter a word" MY MAN CAN'T EVEN SAY HIS PRONOUNS?

KICK TO THE EYEBALL RUN RUN RUN

oh god this kid has been seeing The Horrors

Takashi Natsume... we have his first name, folks

this poor fucking guy

he gets misgendered and misnamed several times

he gets slammed against a tree and probably breaks several ribs

he's threatened to have his tongue cut out

he has been seeing yokai since he was a kid and was labelled mentally ill and attention seeking for it

he just tripped over a giant rope and landed on said probably broken ribs

THE TRIP JUST UNLEASHED A DEMON

AND INSTEAD OF DOING ANYTHING HE JUST LOOKS IN FEAR AND SAYS "ah. here we go"

THAT CAT DEMON IS SO FAT??????

the smug fat cat demon: "are you not afraid?"

takashi, clearly dissociating: "i'm just used to it, that's all"

HIS NAME IS NOT REIKO!!!!!!!!!! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!

my god the entire yokai world is trying to either deadname or convince him he's a transwoman named reiko

oh that makes more sense. his grandma is reiko. but now this just says more about reiko if her grandson looks practically identical to her???

"unlike humans, we do not concern ourselves with things as inconsequential as gender" based???????

DAMN THIS CAT DEMON REALLY DID JUST CALL HIM A LONELY BITCH

oop cat's gone

"i'm fit as a fiddle, honest!" (had all the experiences above)(takashi you are either Lying or very out of touch with what it means to be fit)

oh AND he's an orphan too

leave the cat in the wall

GIVING A CAT WATERMELON???

> calls it the book of friends

> is a roster of every yokai his grandmother took down in combat

AND THEIR NAMES BEING WRITTEN DOWN BOUND THE LOSERS TO HER FOR LIFE

BASED GRANNY

EVIL ADVISOR DUDE IS BACK

TAKASHI MY MAN HE JUST TRIED TO EAT YOU

oh wait he actually listened to me

the way takashi takes physical pain/damage is so concerning to me. he is constantly falling/running/getting squeezed to death and he just brushes it off afterwards but it isn't in a plot armor-feeling way. it's in a way where it feels like he's just not processing the pain and that's Worse

"and if i happen to die in the process, then so be it" TAKASHI PLEASE

CHOMP HIM

Super interesting first episode!!

Other thoughts now that the episode is done:

I love the animation--I'm by no means someone who can really tell good animation from bad animation because all animation is really cool in my opinion and it's hard for me to usually distinguish what's stylistic and what isn't, but NBoF's animation is so simple but pretty to me??? Like I love the way Takashi is drawn and how he's so deeply expressive with micro-expressions that are usually hard to make on anime faces without being super exaggerated. It has a cozy slice-of-life look but then it hits you with what i saw above and I'm like????? curious to see if it goes further with "Takashi Natsume experiences the horrors in a nice setting" or if it cools down and becomes much more chill with time. I'll have to see but I literally have NO clue

And because you specifically requested this, @versaphile! Hope you enjoy :)

[sadiegirl2021]

Watermelon Sugar (NSFW)

Hop on the Gwynlain Train!

I keep seeing that cute fanart of them baking, so I wrote some inspired smut! Enjoy

Ao3 Link

Elain was excited to visit the House of Wind today. She hadn't really spoken to Azriel much since their 'near kiss' at Solstice, but after everything that happened with Feyre and Rhys, and nearly losing people she loved, she didn't want to avoid him any longer. She deserved to be desired and loved, and he wanted to give that to her…at least he did at Solstice.

She told Feyre she was making some treats for Nesta; she definitely didn't mention Azriel. Rhysand seemed tense whenever his name was mentioned these days.

She worked all morning in the kitchen, baking scones and fruit tarts, and had them packaged up neatly in a wicker basket. She had butterflies at the thought of Azriel’s face when she gave him the special tart she'd made just for him. She had cut a love heart out of the pastry’s centre, and filled it with homemade strawberry jam. He was going to love it... she hoped!

"Ready?" Feyre asked, swanning into the kitchen in a flowing black dress. She really was the embodiment of the Night Court.

"Yes! I left a few extra treats for you and Rhys for later."

"You're too good to us," Feyre replied, holding out her hand to winnow. Elain always hated this part. Her hair and clothes were going to be in disarray when she landed. She could only pray no one would be on the balcony, so she had time to fix herself. She took her sisters hand, and they disappeared in a flash, reappearing just above the wards, and gliding down with ease as Feyre summoned her wings.

No one was around! Thank the gods. Elain smoothed out her dress, fixed her hair, and headed for the dining room where she assumed everyone was.

"I'll pick you up at six," Feyre called out as she flew away. She waved her sister off.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

"Knock, knock…" she said, standing at the doorway of the balcony that led to the grand dining room.

Azriel, Cassian, and Nesta were eating lunch along with Nesta’s two friends. She hadn’t had a chance to meet them properly, only caught a glance of them the day Nyx was born.

One had dark hair, light brown skin, angular eyes, and beautiful Illyrian wings, with scars running down them. That must have been Emerie. And the other…

Elain drew in a breath at the sight of her, the first proper look at her.

This female must have been Gwyn. She was beautiful—rich, coppery chestnut hair and large teal eyes that caught the light and sparkled. Elain had never seen anyone so breathtaking before, human or fae.

Gwyn noticed her staring and, in a light voice, greeted her, “Hello! You must be Elain?” she asked, standing to approach her.

Elain was lost for words.

Nesta cleared her throat, snapping Elain out of her stupor enough to finally reply, “Oh, yes! Gwyn, isn’t it?” she asked, extending her hand. Gwyn took it, and at the first touch, Elain felt a spark ignite inside her—like nothing she had ever felt before. Gwyn looked a bit wide-eyed too, as if she had felt it as well. They stayed like that for a moment too long, holding onto each other's hand.

“What did you bring us, Elain?” It was Azriel who asked. Right. Azriel! That’s who she really came here to see.

“Oh, some homemade treats! You all train so hard; you deserve it,” she said to the group.

“They’re on a strict diet; they shouldn’t be eating sweets,” Cassian argued. Nesta rolled her eyes, getting out of her chair to give her sister a hug in ‘thanks.’ Emerie was next, shaking Elain’s hand and introducing herself. But Elain couldn’t stop stealing glances at Gwyn. There was just something about her…

“This is really nice, thank you,” Azriel leaned over and whispered in her ear. His hand brushed against her back, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. “It’s nothing,” she replied, trying to angle her body away from him. Why did his touch feel wrong? No, she was just being silly. She should give him the one special treat she made for him… or…

“Gwyn, can you help me dish them up in the kitchen?” Elain exclaimed, garnering surprised looks from the table.

“Yeah… sure. Follow me,” Gwyn said.

She wasn’t even sure if Gwyn lived in the house or knew where the kitchens were. But the words had slipped out before she could stop them. What was wrong with her?

Gwyn gestured to the door, and they headed out of the room.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

“So nice of you to bake us treats; I can hardly boil an egg,” Gwyn quipped as they walked. Elain felt so nervous and sweaty, and she didn’t know why. It was just Nesta’s friend... her beautiful, stunning, tall, warrior friend...

Elain said nothing. Gwyn continued to fill the awkward silence, “Well, there was this one time I made my sister a chocolate cake… although I accidentally used a tablespoon of salt instead of a pinch. Bless her, she pretended it was lovely before running to the bathroom to throw up!” Gwyn laughed at the memory.

Elain had to start speaking, “She sounds like a great sister. Does she live in the Night Court?”

Gwyn frowned sadly, “No…she died at Sangravah. Azriel was only able to rescue me.”

Oh gods. She was so stupid to ask.

Gwyn must have noticed her expression, “Hey! It’s fine; I want to talk about her…just because I miss her doesn’t mean I don’t want to remember,” she said with a gracious smile.

Elain returned it. She didn’t know what she’d do without her sisters. Both had helped her so much in life…she felt like a burden to them.

“We’re here!” Gwyn chirped, pointing to the swinging, double door. She gestured for Elain to go first and followed closely behind.

“We could have just asked the house for a plate, but this seems more fun. Any idea where they would be kept?” Gwyn asked Elain as they took in the huge, sprawling kitchen. It looked like it had never been used.

“Does Nesta not cook for Cassian?”

Gwyn howled in laughter. “Nesta? Cook!? That’s hilarious. I don’t even think she knows this room exists! She has a magic house; no one cooks.”

Oh, right…

“Well, I’m sure between us we can find an adequate serving dish,” Elain said with determination in her voice. Gwyn mirrored it, and they split up to find something. It wasn’t long before Elain found an oval, porcelain plate, painted with delicate flowers. It was perfect.

She opened the basket, and she and Gwyn went to work placing the treats on the dish in an appetising display.

“Ohhh…who’s this one for?” Gwyn teased, noting the love heart tart meant for Azriel. Elain’s cheeks flushed.

“Eh…I haven’t decided yet!” Where did that come from? 

“It looks delicious,” Gwyn said, while licking off a bit of jam that got on her finger. Elain’s breath caught at the sight of it. The flush of her cheeks spread lower down her body.

“Y–You can have it?” she stammered out.

Gwyn’s eyes lit up. “Really? I thought it was for someone special?”

“I would like you to have it…if you want it?” Elain did not mean for the words to come out as seductively as they had. Gwyn stared at her before biting her lip and saying, “I think I do want it…” 

Gods, there was no air in the kitchen. Elain’s throat felt like it was closing up.

Gwyn took the tart and slowly raised it to her mouth, still staring at Elain. She licked the jam out of the center and moaned at the taste, “Fuck…this is so good,” she groaned out. Elain was going to die; her core tightened as she watched.

After a few more licks of the centre, Gwyn stopped to ask, “Do you want some?”

Elain could only nod, licking her lips in anticipation.

Gwyn moved gracefully towards her, bringing the tart towards Elain’s mouth. When she went to take a bite, Gwyn kept moving it back as Elain followed it. Their lips were so close now. Was she really going to do this?

Gwyn hesitated, waiting for Elain to make a move… and so she did. Elain leaned up and pressed her lips against Gwyn’s, the sweet taste of strawberry jam still lingering on them. She moaned in pleasure at the taste, at the feel of Gwyn’s lips against her own.

Gwyn made her own beautiful sounds that Elain wanted to bottle and keep forever. Her hands had a mind of their own as they moved to grip Gwyn’s waist and pull her closer. Gwyn went with it and licked along Elain’s lips. They parted to let her in.

As their tongues brushed against each other, Elain never thought she could experience this level of euphoria from a kiss. No man had ever elicited such a response. Her core heated, the scent of her arousal evident as it mixed with Gwyn’s. It was intoxicating. It made them deepen their kiss, pushing their bodies tightly against one another.

“I’ve never done this before,” Gwyn whispered against her lips, panting.

“Kissed a girl?” Neither had she.

“Kissed anyone.”

Elain was stunned but didn’t stop, too lost in the feeling. Gwyn was possibly the most beautiful female to exist, and that was saying something considering Mor existed! It spurred Elain on more. Their tongues and teeth clashed as they grabbed at each other’s clothes.

Gwyn’s hand came to the front of Elain’s dress, and she gently squeezed one of her breasts before pinching her nipple lightly. It felt so incredible Elain couldn’t hold back the moans she sang out into Gwyn’s mouth. She did it again, and Elain knew she was wetter than she thought was possible.

“You certainly seem to know what you’re doing,” Elain groaned as Gwyn continued her sensual touches.

“I read a lot of books,” she teased seductively. Nesta’s smutty books, no doubt!

“Yeah… what else did you learn from your books?” Elain responded, shocking herself with the words coming out of her mouth. Gwyn pushed Elain back against the counter before stopping their kiss to go to her knees. It was the hottest thing Elain had ever seen.

Gwyn bunched up Elain’s dress to show her underwear. She leaned forward and kissed against the fabric. Elain’s head fell back in pleasure as she groaned from the feeling.

When Gwyn stopped, she looked down to see why. There was a question in her eyes, and Elain nodded ‘yes’.

Elain took hold of her dress as Gwyn pulled down her soaking underwear to the knees, enough to give her access to what Elain desperately wanted. Gwyn kissed her clit before her tongue began its work. Elain couldn’t stop the cries of pleasure at the feeling. Nothing had, and nothing would ever feel this good.

“More!” Elain mewled out, and Gwyn’s fingers joined her mouth. As her tongue teased her opening, pressing inside her, her fingers rubbed tantalising circles on her clit. She was going to come so fast and so hard from this.

Elain gripped the counter, trying to hold herself up, her knees getting weak. She still couldn’t understand how she’d ended up here, but she didn’t care. It was perfect.

Gwyn’s ministrations continued, and after a few more moments of perfect pressure being applied to all the right places, Elain cried out as she came. Gwyn moaned as she did, enjoying Elain’s writhing motions as she trembled in ecstasy. 

When the wave was over, Gwyn fixed her underwear and dress before making her way back up to kiss Elain. The taste of herself on Gwyn’s lips and tongue was incredible. She wanted to repay the favour.

She moved to turn them, but Gwyn shook her head, “Just you.”

“Why?” Elain asked, she wanted to taste Gwyn just as much.

“I’ll tell you another day,” she said, kissing the tip of Elain’s nose. “Thank you for the treats,” she smiled, and Elain couldn’t help but laugh.

“I mean…thank you for that!”

Gwyn laughed too.

They finished dishing up the scones and tarts, composed themselves, and headed back to the dining room. Elain felt lighter than a cloud. Her day, month, year just got so much better than she could ever anticipate.

“Took you long enough,” Cassian joked.

Gwyn and Elain only smirked at each other. Elain placed the treats in the middle of the table, and everyone but Azriel grabbed one. He was looking at her funny and then glanced towards Gwyn. His eyes went wide when she noticed one of her shadows whisper in his ear.

Fuck… he knew.

[rutellingmeashrimpfriedthisrice]

MCYT Yuri Week Day Four!

Prompt: Genderbend/Transgendered

Ship: Grian/Scar(GoodTimesWithScar) aka Ariana Griande/HotGal(Guy)

Series: Hermitcraft SMP

Word Count: 1,982

@mcyt-yuri-week

Ariana sighed as she adjusted her ponytail, frowning at her manager with a glare. "I can handle myself, I don't need a bodyguard." She said for at least the tenth time since Cleo told her about the arrangement they'd made for her.

"Sure you don't." Cleo shrugged, reading from their clipboard. "That's what you said last time, and you nearly got pulled off stage into the crowd."

"I got them too excited! I know better this time." Ariana huffed, crossing her arms as embarrassment burned her cheeks at the memory.

"Here! I'm here!" A voice called from the doorway as Ariana looked up to see a woman dressed like some sort of comic book character, long hair braided and resting beside a quiver full of sharp-looking arrows.

"HotGal, glad you could join us." Cleo greeted, shaking the woman's scarred hand.

"Glad to be here, I'm HotGal. Big fan, Miss Griande." She said, addressing Cleo then Ariana as the shorter woman felt her cheeks flush for the second time in the past five minutes.

"Nice to meet you." Ariana forced herself to say, shaking her hand as she forced herself to keep her gaze above the other woman's shoulders. Those arms could crush watermelons.

"Well, I guess I'll be in charge of your safety while you're in Hermitopolis! Nice to have you here, by the way." HotGal said, sourly reminding Ariana why she had been unhappy in the first place.

"Right." She muttered, retracting her hand to cross her arms again.

Awkward silence passed before Cleo broke it to pull HotGal aside with details of Ariana's schedule, all while the popstar glared daggers into her bodyguard's muscular back.

This was going to be a long week.

🎤🏹🎤

Ariana panted slightly as she finished running through her practice setlist, mentally reminding herself to correct her timing so she wouldn't step out too early at the show.

Cheers and applause pulled at her attention, scowling as she noticed her bodyguard sitting in the front row watching her with a grin.

"That was amazing! Best two hours of my life." HotGal said earnestly, standing and jumping to pull herself onto the tall stage one handed.

Show off.

"Thanks." Ariana muttered with a shrug, taking a slow sip from her water bottle to avoid speaking to the other woman as long as she could. "I thought you were supposed to be backstage while I'm performing?"

"Wouldn't it be easier to come to your aid if I'm out here in the crowd?" HotGal asked back.

Ariana just frowned, unable to come up with a good response for that line of logic.

HotGal grinned when Ariana said nothing. "Seriously, you were great! I can't wait to see the show for real, I've always wanted to go to one of your concerts."

Ariana flushed and turned her head to the side at the praise. "You'll have to watch the same set twice in show while I'm here, you know." She reminded.

"I know!" HotGal beamed.

"Won't that get boring?" Ariana asked, confused why her bodyguard seemed unfazed. "You have to watch me rehearse twice before each show, and there's two nights of that. You'll see me sing the same songs six times!"

HotGal seemed to vibrate with excitement. "Isn't that amazing? I get to watch my favorite singer perform six whole times!"

Ariana scoffed and sighed, shaking her head. "You're so weird." She said with a faint smile.

"And you're finally smiling around me." HotGal smirked.

Ariana froze, looking up at the taller woman in surprise. The only person she knew professionally who ever bantered with her was Cleo, and even then they'd known each other for years to form that sort of bond.

This was new. This was different.

Ariana kind of enjoyed it, if she were honest with herself.

🏹🎤🏹

Ariana waved to the audience before the spotlight switched off in time for her to step backstage, where she startled upon nearly running into none other than HotGal.

"You were absolutely incredible!" She cheered, holding up a bouquet of crumpled flowers, many of which were missing petals. HotGal must have just taken notice, because she cursed under her breath and rubbed her neck with a shy grin. "I had to push the crowd back a bit before I could get back here." She explained.

Ariana slowly reached out to take the flowers, one eyebrow raised as she kept her eyes locked on the other woman. "Thank you." She said after a beat of hesitation, finally glancing down as she plucked a petal from a poppy idly.

"You look beautiful." HotGal said through the silence. Ariana's eyes went wide as she looked up at the equally surprised-looking woman. "I mean, like, your makeup is so pretty! And your outfit! I love the bow." She said, gesturing vaguely to the comically large pink bow in the popstar's hair.

Ariana reached back with her free hand to brush her fingers against the glittery fabric and smiled nervously. "Oh, thanks. But you should be thanking my makeup team, they're the ones behind the magic." She said with a dismissive wave of her hand as her friends Gem and Mumbo peeked their heads out from the dressing room to wave.

HotGal waved back with a chuckle before shaking her head. "They're definitely talented, but I think you're what makes it look so good." She said, using her hand to gesture Ariana up and down. "You're just, naturally pretty."

"Oh, you're just saying that." Ariana giggled and rolled her eyes. She'd almost forgotten HotGal was just a fan.

"I mean it!" HotGal defended. "I don't have to see you out of makeup to know you'd still look good." She said before clamping a hand over her mouth, as if her brain had just caught up with her words.

Ariana eyed her for a moment, blush slowly creeping onto both of their cheeks before she looked away in embarrassment.

"Sorry, I made things all weird." HotGal chuckled tensely.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I'm used to it." Ariana shook her head.

HotGal frowned. "Oh, I wasn't-" She paused, shaking her head. "I didn't mean that in like, a fangirl way." She stuffed her hands in her pockets. "I was serious."

Ariana flushed deeper, staring at HotGal with wide eyes. "Oh." She managed.

"Yeah." HotGal responded with the same stunned tone.

Ariana glanced around HotGal to see Cleo trying to wave her over and gratefully took the excuse to leave the conversation, even if it was just as awkward as continuing it.

🎤🏹🎤

Ariana managed to avoid HotGal up until her second and final performance in Hermitopolis, which wasn't an easy feat considering it was literally HotGal's job to be in Ariana's presence at all times.

"Great work out there." HotGal startled the popstar, causing Ariana to nearly choke on her water. She'd just finished her final rehearsal before the show, so she was surprised by how she hadn't seen HotGal coming when she had just been sitting in the front row moments earlier.

"Thanks." Ariana said without looking at her.

"Did I do something?" HotGal asked, the question enough to make Ariana finally look at her fully.

"What? No, of course not." Ariana answered with a shake of her head.

"Then why have you been avoiding me?" HotGal asked, a deep-seated frown on her face, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I haven't-" Ariana stopped herself. She kind of had avoided the other woman. "Because we don't know each other." She said instead, and somehow the truthful statement made her chest ache.

HotGal staggered back half a step, as if the answer had completely taken her by surprise. "Then, what do you want to know about me?" She asked, staring at the singer is if in challenge.

"W- What?" Ariana blinked in confusion.

"You said we don't know each other, so tell me what you want to know about me." HotGal said, crossing her arms.

Ariana stared in disbelief a moment before responding. "What's your name? Your not-HotGal name." She asked slowly.

"It's Scarlett. Scar for short." She answered without skipping a beat.

Ariana blinked. "Scar." She repeated. "It suits you."

"Thanks. My turn?" Scar asked hopefully.

"Fine. What do you want to know? And I don't have to answer if I don't want to." She clarified.

"Deal." Scar tilted her head for a moment, thinking. "Why singing?" She asked, gesturing to the switched-off microphone still hanging limply in the artist's grip.

Ariana held the mic closer, examining it for a moment. "I don't know, it seemed fun at the time. I'm good at it." She said with a shrug.

"You are pretty good." Scar agreed with a smile.

They traded little facts about each other for the next hour, until Ariana had to start her preparations for the show. She went smiling back to her dressing room, in a better mood than she had been in a long time.

🏹🎤🏹

Ariana listened to the roar of the crowd, chanting her name like a mantra. Some held up signs with her name or face, some held pink or red light sticks, many wore red and pink face paint in her honor.

Ariana! Ariana!

One cheer in particular caught her attention more than others, a name she hadn't heard much since her rise to fame.

"Go Grian!" Scar shouted over the noise from the front row, surrounded by confused fans. Grian caught her gaze and winked, setting the crowd off into another screeching round of cheers and applause.

She thanked the crowd with a wave and turned to leave, crashing into Scar just moments after stepping backstage.

"You were so great!" Scar beamed, hand resting on the shorter woman's lower back to keep her from falling after their initial collision.

"Thanks." Grian chuckled, feeling flustered. She placed her hands lightly on Scar's upper chest, intending to push her away only for the bodyguard to pull her a bit closer. She glanced up to meet her eyes through HotGal's tinted sunglasses, her heart skipping a beat at the closeness of the other woman.

"Hard to believe we'll be leaving town tomorrow." Scar said softly.

"Yeah…" Grian mumbled, a hint of sadness in her voice she couldn't cover. Then, she blinked. "Wait, we?" She asked, brows pinching in confusion.

"Yup! Cleo helped me finalize the paperwork before the show. I'm coming with you! Surprise!" Scar grinned.

Grian stared up at Scar in surprise before a grin slowly took over her face as she rushed into the taller woman, throwing her arms around Scar's neck to hug her tightly.

Scar hugged back, chuckling as she picked Grian up with ease to twirl, ignoring the squawk of surprise from the popstar in her arms.

Grian looked down at her bodyguard before Scar tilted her head up to give her a chaste kiss.

Scar tensed, eyes wide as her grip tightened reflexively. "I'm sorry, I- I didn't mean- That was-" She stuttered.

Grian smiled fondly. "Scar?" She interrupted. She waited for Scar to stop talking before craning her neck down to capture the other woman's lips in a lasting, light kiss.

When they separated, they stared at each other for a bit before bursting out into a fit of giggles, cheeks flushed and all smiles.

"Cleo is going to murder us." Grian snickered.

"Us? It'll be me they kill over this." Scar corrected through laughter.

"What is this, exactly?" Grian wondered, still smiling even as nerves crept in.

Scar's laughter quieted, staring at Grian as if lost in thought before she shrugged slightly. "Whatever you want it to be. Public girlfriends, private girlfriends, boss who kisses her employee sometimes, I'm okay with anything if it means we can keep doing this." She responded, the earnest truthfulness of it sending Grian into another fit of giggles.

Grian grinned. "Girlfriends. I like the sound of that." She admitted.

"Me too." Scar agreed, kissing her again.

[heymeowmao]

2023.09.10 - https://weibo.com/l/wblive/p/show/1022:2321324944498634653715

bgm: 狂风袭来 (A Strong Wind Blows) [West out of the Yumen/Parallel World OST]

LYN: Hallo everybody, good evening. I am Modern Brothers Liu Yuning. Welcome! C: I knew you would stream tonight. LYN: What do you know?? How would you know? If you’re going to be like that, then I’m logging off right now. I don’t want you to know what I’m thinking, so if you do then I have to leave. Bye bye. Sweet dreams.

LYN: I’m actually very weak today, since I have not recovered yet. Secondly- I’ve been running to the bathroom all day. My stomach’s been acting up. I don’t even have the energy to speak, really. But I feel like this drama is scheduled tightly and it’s hard to find a time to stream. We wrapped up early today so I thought I would persevere and stream a little. We’ll chat. It’ll be nice. C: You missed us? LYN: Don’t think I’m so affectionate. You’re so amusing. C: I missed your background. LYN: You missed my background more than me? In that case, take a screenshot and then make up your house to look like this. Then you can live in this environment all the time. Get a cabinet, fill it with figures, and set-up some lights.

C: You shouldn’t eat watermelon if you have an upset stomach. LYN: Oh. I won’t it eat anymore, then.

LYN: The song you’re hearing right now is an insert song from the tv drama West Out of the Yumen/Parallel World. It’s a really great drama, so if you have the time you can check it out. 

C: Is your voice better now? LYN: It’s not BETTER. I was sick for some period of time, and now I’m still recovering. It wouldn’t get better so quickly. Now even just sitting down I’m sweating buckets. I’m pretty weak, today. But it’s okay- I’m not here to make you pity me anyway. Just letting you know. If my streaming condition isn’t that great today, please be understanding. I can’t be at my best every day. I thought I was strong and healthy at 1.89cm tall but it turns out then when you’re sick, it can lay you flat anyhow. It doesn’t matter if you’re 1.9 or 2.9. When you’re sick it can make you collapse all the same. It won’t save you any face.

LYN: Today is also Teacher’s Day. I know many of my fans are teachers, so I wish you a happy holiday and extend that to all the teachers in my stream today. C: Thank you. LYN: No need to be so polite. It’s what I should say.

bgm: 就在江湖之上 (Above the Jianghu) [Mysterious Lotus Casebook OST]

C: Is it hot in Hengdian? LYN: It’s quite warm. It’s still summer, isn’t it? It’s hot, but not as hot as Chongqing was. When I got back to Hengdian it’s been okay since I’ve been shooting indoors, in the tents. The temperature in there can be controlled to some degree, after all. So it’s not too hot. C: It’s autumn. LYN: The period of time where summer turns into autumn is the hottest time of the year. It gets stuffy and hot, this time of year. So uncomfortable. // It’s alright. I’m already used to it because I’ve spent so much time filming in Hengdian the past few years. I’ve been here for so long… pretty much ever since I started acting. It’s… nice. LYN: I’m shooting a modern drama this time around so I was supposed to get the chance to wander around but… we came back to Hengdian. But it’s fine. This is nice. At least living here feels more comfortable. Living in a hotel all the time gets tiring.

C: Are you working out? LYN: When I was in Beijing I was working out once every two days. I found some trainers and was seriously working out. Even if I had recording in the morning, I would find time in the afternoon to exercise. I was furiously training in Beijing. If I took my top off, you could start to see things shaping up. But as soon as I started in the drama crew… I didn’t have the time for one, and two… I got sick. What of it? Now I’m so weak that I can’t work out. These past two days I’ve thinned out again. All my hard work for nothing. Those trainers cost a lot, too. LYN: I’ve thinned out again and all the muscles I trained are gone. Add to that the fact that I haven’t had much of an appetite, and I was on the toilet all day today. I turned back into a rack of ribs. It’s a little cruel. Everyone says that after you’ve been sick it’s ill-advised to start working out immediately. It can be dangerous. Even if I wanted to do some push-ups, I don’t dare to. I’m afraid I’d die. C: Liu Yuning’s life is still a life. LYN: Thanks. People still care about me, after all. :’)

C: Ning-ge, I want to go home. I don’t want to go to school anymore. LYN: What are you saying?! You’re so strange. What would you even do at home? Idle? Go to school. If you have the means, go to school. There are so many people who WANT to go to school but don’t have the means to do do. If you have the chance, take it. You’re taking it for granted. You still need to go to school. Once you really enter society and you have no education and no skills, you’d just be at home, waiting for death. You don’t want that. School is actually your most relaxing time- you only have to focus on doing one thing. Go, learn, listen. Even if you aren’t suited for learning- not everyone is- you should still finish your basic education before you start thinking about work. Go to school. LYN: I went to a technical school… and I saw a lot of people online making fun of my education. I think you shouldn’t look down on people who’ve gone to technical schools. I’ve done and learned a lot. I was a cook, and a waiter- school is important but your level of education doesn’t represent all that there is about you. Even people who have gone to university don’t always have good grades. It depends on the person. Your education can represent your experience, but it doesn’t have to represent your future or the angle at which you should think about things. I respect people who are well-educated. But I think that though education is important, it’s not the most important. LYN: I’ve never shied away from the fact that I graduated from a technical school, either. When I go on shows and everyone is sharing where they graduated, I say “Dandong Peng Culinary School No. 2”. I graduated from a vocational school. There was just no helping it. In those times that’s just the path life takes you on. People can say that I am not well-educated, but I learned how to cook. Even after I became an artist, it helps with variety shows. For example I’ve been on Chinese Restaurant and Fresh Chef 100. Isn’t the reason I was able to be on those shows exactly because I learned how to cook? Right? It’s still the same old saying. As long as you are learning, nothing goes to waste. Even when filming BYOL, I acted as a cook. I didn’t need to act, because I AM one. We don’t need to put someone down for going to vocational school, or consider them as less because they don’t have as good of an education. There are the exceptions, but a lot of well-educated people are… just so-so. Aren’t they? LYN: So, to the friend who said they don’t want to go to school, I advise you to still go. You might think it’s useless now but in some moment in your future, you will definitely think that what you’re learning now was worth it. Nothing you learn in life is useless, nor is anything you do useless. Everything you do- even if you’re just at home- will become useful at some point in your future. At least that’s what I think.

C: Ning-ge, why are your eyebrows so weird? LYN: Are you in the beauty business? Do you specialize in tattooed eyebrows? Are you trying to recommend me someplace to get my eyebrows done? It’s because in order to make myself look paler, the light is hitting my face from that side. It makes it look like my eyebrows are sparse. It’s not important. It’s fine.

C: I understand. Idling at home is useful. [t/n: I say “idling” but the expression they’re using is “picking at your feet.”] LYN: How could that be your takeaway?? You’re hopeless. // If you really come to some enlightenment after picking at your feet, you can still go to a bathhouse and earn some money giving other people pedicures. Don’t look down on this type of work. The people working these types of jobs are making thousands! Are you kidding me? Back in Dongbei the old masters in the bathhouses can make 10-20k per month! Just scrubbing other people down. Pedicurists require even more technical skill- they can make 20-30k a month. You might not even be able to make that much after having graduated from university! Don’t look down on these technical jobs. C: Really? 10-20k? LYN: This is what I’m saying! You all have no concept of understanding for how this society works. Let’s say the stalls selling Chinese crepes in front of your school- they can make 20-30k in a month. When I was working in the bar, on the street I worked there was a stall that always sold Chinese crepes and grilled cold noodles. Their monthly income, at the least, was 50k. Chinese crepes. 50k a month. Are you kidding, bro?? Sis? Fam’? You can make a lot of money, it’s just that you don’t understand the industry. C: Are you for real? LYN: Yes! Go take a look and you’ll know. Of course, by saying this, I am not trying to encourage you to sell Chinese crepes. I’m just trying to say that you could make a lot of money doing technical jobs. If you go to a vocational school- not that I’m trying to encourage you to go to one- being a little bit good at everything is not better than being skilled at one thing. If you want to survive in this society, you have to have a skill. Like me- mine is streaming. This is what helps my continued survival.

C: Ning-ge, my profession is fixing sewer pipes. LYN: You don’t need to tell me what you do for a living, and it’s not as if I could help promote your business or anything… I really can’t help you. Just… do what you love and love what you do. That’s all there is to it.

C: Are you going to be on The Truth S2? LYN: … I don’t know. There are a lot of good projects… let me spoil an industry rule for you. If a project looks good- whether it’s a variety or drama- ideally, someone would tell you that they are making preparations to start the project. Whether the project actually starts up or not is unpredictable. The probability of a successful startup is very small. So.. you don’t need to expect too much.

LYN: Why is my computer freezing so much?!? What’s wrong with this thing? Can it continue…? C: Get a new computer. LYN: No, this one is quite good! What is this…? Oh, no. The laugh track is gone. I’m done for. LYN: The laugh track is gone. How could I stream, now? - /types aggressively/ [t/n: I think his keyboard is frozen] LYN: Oops. I can’t stream anymore. Bye, friends. LYN: Let me restart the program. Hold on a sec. // Oh. I just needed to restart it. C: Laugh yourself. // Hire people to laugh. LYN: You want me to spend money?? I’d have to make the most of it, but I can’t make someone laugh for two+ hours. That’s too much. LYN: Let me close some of the effects. Maybe I have too many open.C: Are we in 1080p today? LYN: Today is a surprise, isn’t it. We’re here in super high quality.

C: Ning-ge, you can turn off the beauty filters. LYN: … Why? (/feigned ignorance) Why should I? I don’t understand. What are you trying to get at? XD What angle are you getting at, in the hopes that I turn off the filters? What’s your angle? C: Liu-ge doesn’t need beauty filters! LYN: That’s the truth. It’s true because whether it’s on or not, I’m still just… average looking. Why do I turn it on, then? It’s like this, friends- /straightens up/ When streaming, I need to face all the viewers- but it’s not like I am depending on my appearance on my streams to help me make it out in the world. I don’t need that. My red carpet looks can’t even help me with that, so why should I expect my streaming appearance do to that? I just want my viewers to have a pleasant viewing experience. I don’t want them to see a guy with a face full of acne. I want the viewers to have a more comfortable view so even if they don’t really like me, at least they won’t find me as annoying. That’s the only function of the filters, nothing else. 

C: So it was for us. LYN: Yes. It’s for your sake. To better your listening experience. Why else would I have such good quality equipment?? What other artist out there speaks to you from a mic when they’re streaming? This microphone was expensive, and the sound card is 10k+! This camera-! Other people use their phone cameras to stream. This is a legitimate camera. I bought a separate instrument and lens especially for this. Why? These figures in the background- how much do you think that whole cabinet-full cost me? Even these lights! My stream was designed with you in mind. So that you have a comfortable viewing experience. Did you think it was for me?? // In any case, I have a habit when doing things- I don’t care if I have the ability or not, but my equipment has to be the best.

bgm: 我只愿朝着光 (I Only Wish to Face the Light) [Be Your Own Light OST]

C: What time are you streaming until today? LYN: I don’t have a fixed time today. If I’m tired then I’ll stop, but I don’t think it will be too long. My back is already sweating.

C: Poor students have lots of stationary. [when you have a bunch of stuff bc you are insecure] LYN: What do you mean? Are you saying that my livestream is “insecure”. I don’t accept that. Do you need me to bring my Weibo Livestream King award over to show you? // 2021 Weibo Livestream King! This is official. How could I be insecure? Livestream King, do you see this? LYN: Oh, wait- I’ve just realized. Why did I only get this in 2021? I really want to ask Weibo- did someone surpass me in 2022 or what? Who’s the 2022 Livestream King? Friends, do you know? Is there any news online who the 2022 Livestream King was? Including 2023! But I can understand that more, because 2023 is not over yet- the awards ceremony isn’t here yet. It’s possible that they don’t have a winner yet. But why wasn’t there this award in 2022? I’m missing one. I really want three consecutive wins. If I win Livestream King three years in a row, I think that would be a highlight of my life. LYN: Friends- help me look it up. Who’s the 2022 Livestream King? I want to confront them. Who could it be? C: The award doesn’t exist. LYN: Oh, they had this award in 2021, but not 2022. Then that means there’s even less of a chance of this award existing for 2023, is that right? C: They only made one. LYN: In that case, then I feel a lot better about it. There’s only one title of “Weibo Livestream King” and it’s mine. -/gloats about being the one and only “Livestream King”/ C: They made it just for you. LYN: Oh~ Then this thing is worth a lot of money. I think it’s filled with cement, it’s so heavy! -/shows it off again/

LYN: Friends, wait for me a sec. I’m going to turn on the air conditioner. - C: What about taking off the blazer? LYN: I’m just wearing an “old-man” shirt (undershirt). It doesn’t help my appearance any. Let’s at least try to keep up appearances.

- C: You changed a chair. LYN: I have two. There’s also the black one. - C: Just take it off. LYN: I won’t because there’s just an undershirt. If I take it off I’m afraid I’ll get cold. Then when I’m cold I’ll want to use the restroom. I’ve already been there too many times, I don’t want to go again.

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C: Is there a rock-style song in your new album? LYN: More or less. Of course there will be. C: Is there a dance track? LYN: No. C: Duet? LYN: No, no.

C: When will you start your tour? LYN: Probably next year. May or June. 80% chance. This year I have to finish up my dramas and find some songs so that I can open up my concert tour next year. As a signer, a concert is still a must, right? I didn’t hold it this year because 1) I don’t have songs. I COULD hold one if I wanted to but I passed because it seems like all of the singers are holding their concerts this year. When everyone is doing the same thing I get a little rebellious and I don’t want to do it. I won’t throw myself into the fray, and just hold mine next year. 

bgm: 黑夜一束光 (praying)

C: Will we be seeing any ripped shirts at the concert? LYN: You all like to see a young fellow bare-chested, and I don’t know why. What’s so good to see? You must not like swimming, or very rarely get the chance to play around at the beach, is that it? I don’t really have much of a figure, so even if I were bare it would be meaningless. I won’t be going bare-chested. I’ll wear some thick layers instead. C: How much are the tickets? LYN: All ranges. There are ones from a few hundred to a few thousand. Just normal concert pricing. I don’t think the prices vary very much, do they? Standard price. But for my concert in particular there’s a benefit- because many of you have 5RMB discount coupons. You can use those coupons when you’re purchasing my ticket and you can save 5RMB. C: What if I can’t get a ticket? LYN: Friends, please. Don’t give me that illusion. Don’t make it seem as if my tickets are very difficult to obtain. Don’t do it. If you do, then it’s going to start going to my head and I’ll get spoiled. I have awareness. I’m happy if each stop would even sell out in the first place. Other people’s concerts sell out in half a second- how terrifying is that? It makes me really curious as to how payment works. Even if it were typing in your card number or via face scan- they have to get it done in 0.3 seconds, which is amazing. I don’t understand how it works. Let’s just say this- I would be happy if my tickets are able to be sold out before the tour officially starts, is all. I will not strive for the half-second or 0.3 second sell out. C: Biometric payment. LYN: Yes, but to go from seat selection to payment to biometrics to transaction processing to ticket download- all in 0.5 seconds? I don’t really understand, because I’ve never purchased concert tickets before. I just don’t think I would able to do it, so it would be great if all the tickets could sell out in the time between ticket sales and the start of the tour. I would be satisfied with just that.

-/fans asking about alternative forms of payment/

C: I’ll go sell blood (for the money). LYN: Don’t scare me! Don’t do these things, thinking you’re so funny. Sell your blood in order to watch my concert?? Shut up. Don’t scare me. You’re making it seem like my fans can’t survive. If you do that then the brand platforms will think that my fans don’t have purchasing power. Do you get it? We will have lost promotional power. You have to make it seem like, “It’s just a concert ticket. That’s one less meal, is all.” “That’s not even worth one meal.” You have to think of it that way. Even if you can’t afford it, you have to at least pretend that you can. XD C: I meant duck blood. LYN: Oh, do you own a hotpot restaurant? Then, that’s okay. It turns out you meant you would sell duck blood to watch my concert. Does your household specialize snacks like stomach, intestine, and duck blood? Fish tofu, and things of the like? That’s quite profitable. That’s okay. C: Is pig’s blood okay? LYN: Do you have a blood farm? That’s fine, too. 

C: I’ll sell Chinese pancakes. LYN: I told you earlier, it’s a profitable business! There’s totally no problem with that. Let’s say a ticket in the back row of my concert is 680RMB. If you sell one pancake for 8RMB… you can come to see my concert if you sell 70 pancakes. You can do it. All in a day’s work. As long as you keep for one day, you can watch my concert. That’s doable.

C: Ning-ge, I’ll give pedicures. LYN: One foot is usually 68-98RMB. Let’s go with the lower rate. For this, there’s no expense because you can keep using the same tools. If you were working in someone’s shop, then you have to split your profits with the owner. If one foot is 68, you could make 34 of it. That means…. 40 feet. Fix 40 feet and you’d have enough to buy a concert ticket. That’s also all in a day’s work. C: It’s 20 feet… LYN: I know, but people have two feet right? Are you only going to fix one of them?? 40 feet total, so 20 customers. Who goes in and says, “I’m only going to fix my left foot today. I’ll save the right foot for another time.”?? 20 people, so 40 feet.

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C: Can you change the bgm? LYN: How dare you! First of all, this is my stream. Secondly, I’m playing my own song- do you not like to hear it?? Even if you don’t, you still can’t say that to me. This is like if someone invites you to their house, and you- as a guest- walk in and say, “Your house is really plain. Can you change it up? It looks too tacky.” Can you be more sensible? Do you really think this is your house?

bgm: 爱了很久 (I’ve Been in Love For a Long Time) [Twilight OST] LYN: Let me see if I will be able to sing today. Let me try it. - /sings it/ LYN: Thank you. I don’t think I have enough stamina for this. It’s a little lacking.

-- 就在江湖之上 (Above the Jianghu) [Mysterious Lotus Casebook OST] LYN: Let me sing this. But I might not be able to keep up from the start… LYN: It’s hard to get the timing right. LYN: Thank you. /sigh/ I’m covered in sweat.

C: 宝刀未老. (old but still vigorous) LYN: Stop provoking me!! Do you think you’re very funny?? You must think you’re hilarious. “Old but still vigorous”??? Thats not anything nice. C: 游刃有余 (to do something skillfully and easily) LYN: This one is okay! You can use these types of idioms. Stop just using them randomly… C: 寿比南山 (long may you live) LYN: This… doesn’t NOT work. This is okay, too. But i don’t think it’s appropriate to use to describe my singing. “Ning-ge, you sing as long as the Zhongnan Mountains!” ?? It’s not smooth. “Ning-ge you sing 老当益壮 (hearty despite the years)) // 风韵犹存 (attractive (of an aging woman))”. Do you think you’re very funny? “You sing like 大病初愈 (recovered from a big illness).” /sigh/ You really… you must be ill. C: Ning-ge, I wish you 青春永驻 (stay young forever) LYN: /laughs/ C: 余音绕梁 (sonorous and resounding) LYN: “Ning-ge, you sing 咬牙切齿 (fuming with rage between gritted teeth)” XD C: 信手拈来 (arrive to me in passing) LYN: Ok. C: 令人难忘 (difficult to forget) LYN: Also good. C: 鹤发童颜 (white hair and childish face) LYN: -__-; C: 扣人心弦 (exciting/thrilling) // 小菜一碟 (a piece of cake) LYN: Ok. C: 碾压原唱 (crushing the original singer) LYN: I don’t think so. LYN: “Ning-ge, you sing 急头白脸 (anxious and pale-faced).” /flabbergasted/ Thanks. C: Ning-ge, this song makes you 面红耳赤的 (red faced and flushed ears) LYN: No. As a singer, when you sing you have to invest in the song. When you do that then it feels like all of your strength and effort is focused on the song. You have to express that you are very excited. When you are excited, then the song will have emotion. That way you can lose yourself in it. If you can’t even make yourself emotional, how should you expect to make the viewers feel anything? Even though I know I sing just averagely. But you still have to be invested. It’s just like how some people act- Oh, forget it.

C: Ning-ge, you slammed on the brakes there. LYN: I did, yes. Let me tell you friends, it’s not easy to survive in this industry. It’s not easy. It’s really not easy. Inexplicable. But there’s no helping it- this industry is so expansive, and you just have to bear with receiving some hate and criticism. You already received the limelight, so a little backlash comes hand in hand, doesn’t it? It’s normal. This world doesn’t revolve around you. Let’s still try to avoid the risks as much as possible, though. Avoid as much as possible. Having one more problem is worse than having on less, right? LYN: Other artists will have it slightly better than me, though. Because other artists, unlike me, do not spend their free time livestreaming. They can just… stay quiet and they will spend their life peacefully. But I am too used to streaming, and it’s a habit to come and chat with you. One stream is two-three hours and I spend the whole time talking. Not saying one wrong thing in those two-three hours is hard. Other artists barely speak, and don’t often show their faces to discuss what’s on their mind or make jokes with you. The more eyes are on you the more trouble you have- that’s normal. But I can’t help streaming- it’s a personal hobby and you can’t tell me what to like or what not to like. Watching my streams is also my fans’ hobby. This is the bridge with which we use to get along. Right? It’s not like I should blow up the bridge just because I am afraid of saying the wrong thing. This bridge has to be sturdy. We need it. So I’ll do my best to avoid troubles. 

LYN: There are a group of people who avidly watch my streams. I’m guessing they even take notes. I’m sure they listen to my streams even more strictly than my fans do. They turn the volume on their headphones up and listen intently, trying to see if there are holes in anything I say or if there’s even the slightest possibility of subtly referencing someone else. LYN: If LYN’s talking about music- I would listen to see if there’s any hidden meaning behind his words that references any other singer. If I find something that slightly references someone else, I don’t care if it’s true or not, I make it the truth. But I don’t spell it out explicitly. I want the netizens to jump to their own conclusions, so I would post something, “Is LYN referencing XX singer when he says XXX?” Then a lot of sheeple automatically start jumping the fence- “Yes! It seems like he did!” LYN: These people have this sort of function. To some degree, they are always paying attention to me. It’s still a sort of love. If they didn’t love me and they hate when they see me, then they would be throwing up. Think about it- if you REALLY hate a person, you wouldn’t even want to see them. If you saw them you’d want to spit on them. But these people watch me intently for three-four hours and listen in detail to everything I say. Think about how much they must love me. But their love is a distorted kind- a perverse kind of love. But I really do believe that they love me, otherwise why would they spend so much time on me? If that’s not love then they must be crazy. That’s a mental illness, which is bad. A cognitive issue that has made them a psychopath. There’s that possibility. Anyway- we just need to have mutual understanding. I’ll do my best to watch what I say.

LYN: There are some media accounts that like to post things to create rumours, and I can understand them. Because they have to make a living somehow. It doesn’t matter which platform, if you post good things about an artist, no one really cares and interest is low. But as long as you say that they’ve done something wrong/bad, then the interest is high. Everyone gathers to put in their own two cents. “That’s exactly right. LYN is ugly!” And now my fans are unable to keep to themselves- they have to come out and fight back. Now the two sides are fighting and the post is getting a lot of hits. When that happens, the OP makes money. That’s just how it is. Otherwise, how else do you expect them to make a living? LYN: I won’t mention other platforms, but there are some sites and people post videos criticizing someone’s acting or something about a drama. If they post something nice, they’re not going to get any views. But if they post something that disses four artists, then they are going to four different fan-bases clicking in to see what the video is about. Add to that a group of passersby who are just in it for kicks, their channel traffic is going to be so high. LYN: Go look at the data. As long as it’s about criticizing someone or any other bad thing, it’ll have a better view rate. If it’s something nice- this drama is so good, or this actor did so well- no one cares. That’s why this cycle of ill-intent keeps going. I’ve seen through the tactics and I’m used to it. LYN: So when you’re watching videos online, please take it with a grain of salt. Don’t be used and made the fool by others and think that you’re doing something righteous. Please don’t. Just watch for entertainment and don’t let your feelings direct your actions. Otherwise there are times you’ll be sad and hurt. What you hear might not be the truth. Even what you see, might not be the truth. You can watch for entertainment, but don’t let it drive you crazy. It’s possible that what you see is only what some people WANT you to see. Right?

-- break #1 - /was going to play a video but found out that this computer doesn’t have any. XD sets it up to directly play MVs instead./

C: Call Daimi. LYN: Ok. “Want a sausage?” - /Daimi comes/ LYN: She looks a bit haggard because we haven’t given her a wash or trimmed her fur. She looks a little messy today. Wave to everyone. /makes her wave her paw/ - /she lifts her head up to look at him and he lifts his head higher./ LYN: She wants to secretly kiss me again.

- /puts the mic to her face/ LYN: Say something. Daimi: /disinterested/ LYN: Ok. You can go down now.

LYN: She’s gotten fat. Lately she’s been eating lots. C: How heavy is she? LYN: About 8-9kg? I don’t really know. We haven’t weighed her lately. In any case, she’s gotten a little fatter. She’s eating sausages every day. LYN: Let me go give her a sausage. Wait for me a sec. LYN: I gave it to her! At night one is enough. She ate a lot in the daytime.

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C: Ning-ge, this hair makes you look so young. LYN: I look a little “softer” (younger), is that it? So that means that normally I look aged? And this hairstyle makes me look younger, just a bit? Okay. I understand. Got it.

LYN: I also go on weibo, and when I open the app it will usually recommend me posts regarding “LYN”. I also look at them, though for the most part it isn’t anything nice. There’s always a group of people just posting ugly photos of me. Some of them are photos that the paparazzi took. Some are ugly screenshots from my dramas. I was planning on collecting a bunch of such photos and then go through them one by one during my stream. I would tell you why I looked so wretched in them. LYN: I saw one- /recreates it/ I had a hunched back, neck out, and foolish smile. There was one like that. In another one- I think it was BCF. Just really ugly. I was planning on collecting a bunch of these photos and showing them one by one on my stream. I’d give you the context for those photos. Friends- when I start dissing myself, no one else can top me. C: They photoshopped them like that on purpose. LYN: It’s not intentional. It’s just- in the moment. Who maintains their expressions all the time?? For example, if I blink- and in this process someone captures a picture of me. Or if I lower my head and someone gets a picture- those are definitely going to be terrible. Whatever, it’s no problem. People know what I look like- I have stage performances and variety shows. I’m not afraid of these things. I’ve never gone around trying to promote my visuals, either. I just think this is really funny, so I wanted to collect a bunch and chat with you about them during a stream. C: Don’t do it. LYN: No, I want to. It’ll be fun. These days whenever I see one of those photos I’ll save it. Just like, for example, this one: /pulls up the stock photo bgs on his music app/ What the heck is that? /the photo changes/ Look, this one is worse. [t/n: he’s gone through these before in his 2023.06.06 stream, so I won’t translate it this time around. Still very amusing, though.]

LYN: Wait, I remember there were a lot of ugly ones, how come they’re gone? Did Kugou Music delete them for me? These ones are all decent looking! - /continues his commentary through the end of the rotation/

LYN: When I stop streaming today, I’ll go look for some ugly photos of myself and we can see together exactly how ugly I can get. There are some that I saw that even shocked me. “Oh, I’m THAT ugly? It seems like I shouldn’t accept any more idol dramas…”

C: Ning-ge, are you usually a little silly? LYN: Uh.. this… A little. Normally when I’m streaming you can get that I might be a little witty but when I’m with my fellow actors or colleagues, I don’t speak this way. Normally when I talk to my friends I’m like this: “Huh? … What do you mean?” Distant eyes and voice a little (slow). “I don’t know. … What are we shooting later?” “What are you saying, I don’t understand?” /laughs foolishly/ “Can you repeat that? I didn’t understand.” LYN: Yeah, usually I’m like that. /sarcastic/ Normally I’m a little dumb. When I’m streaming like right now I’m just ACTING like a smart person. Like someone who’s lively and loud. But normally I’m just a big fool.

C: You can act being “smart”? LYN: In acting, you can act as a smart person. There are a few things to consider. A smart person has lively/sharp eyes. You can tell through their eyes that they are intelligent. Their eyes move quickly, because they can think fast so their reactions would be quick as well. You can tell from their eyes. /juxtaposes acting “smart” with acting “slow”/. - /he makes the same comparison with dumb/smart dogs, too. Threw Daimi under the bus XD/ LYN: You can observe dogs to know how to act as a smart person.

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C: Ning-ge, you’re trending. LYN: For real? I don’t believe you. I’m only the Livestream King, how could I be trending? There’s no way. /humble bragging/ I’m not qualified. I’m only the 2021 Weibo Livestream King. This is expired, it’s already 2023. I don’t believe it. /laughs at himself/ In the future I’ll balance this on my head and stream with it. LYN: /sigh/ Alright. Weibo isn’t even giving this award anymore. They can’t even give me an award… Think of their profits. If they wanted to make me a little trophy, how much would it put them out? XD Isn’t it nice if they could give me a little pick-me-up to support me? C: Ning-ge, how much could you sell that trophy for? LYN: I have to tell you first- it’s not pure gold. I don’t know how much gold is on this, but I’m sure that the center is cement. If you’re talking about the value of the award in itself, it’s not worth anything. But to me, this honor is priceless. C: You can use it for self-defense. LYN: If I used this for self-defense it would be really dangerous. It’s really heavy. If I threw this it would be a fatal blow. I can’t use this for self-defense- it’s too dangerous. C: Will it lose its shine? LYN: It hasn’t. Because I shine it every now and then. It’s been two years and it’s still bright and shining. There’s just a little dust.

C: Going up the stairs made me almost laugh myself to death. LYN: I saw that post. I was going up the stairs and my butt was swaying, right? It’s like this friends… that’s not my normal speed for climbing stairs. It was too narrow. Since was filming I couldn’t look like I was in a rush and take three steps at a time. I had my partner in front of me, too. I had to take it slow. But that video was from the top-down, so you can’t see my butt. Normally I would take two-three steps at a time, but just walking normally, don’t you walk like this? (shoulders tilting from one side to the other, as you go up the stairs). Normally I would go up a few at a time. I saw that video and I was thinking, “Why do I look so girly??”

bgm: Ice Paper -  夜泊秦淮 (Ye Po Qin Huai)

C: Ning-ge, you’re getting more and more cute. LYN: Please, no. I don’t need to start going down the “cute” path. It’s probably just that you like me, so you think that everything I do is cute. It’s just like me with my dog. When she poops all over the floor, I still think she’s cute. It’s because I love her, so I think that anything she does is cute. You like me, so you think that anything I do is cute. LYN: My fans are cute, too. I was scrolling and saw through the leaks of the drama I’m currently filming. It was posts of me with my fellow actor. The scene was me and my partner heading for a shopfront, and originally supposed to be taken from afar- almost like from a secret angle. But I had a group of fans who were following me as I walked. It was supposed to be a scene of me taking my girlfriend out to a restaurant to have a nice meal, but there was a group of fans following me and looking at me was we walked. When we reached the door, I was supposed to have two lines. There was another actor at the door- the shop owner- and by all means I should have greeted her when we reached the door. - /acting out how it went down, fans and all/ LYN: Jiejie-men, I was supposed to be filming for my drama. :| // I nearly had a mental breakdown. C: Could the shot still be used? LYN: Of course not! We shot it for nothing. They could only use the shot of us from the back, that way all the faces looking at us from the front view wouldn’t be in the shot.  C: There were passersby too!

LYN: Yes, there were. But I discovered a problem with this too- people would post something like: “I went out to eat and bumped into LYN and WZW. They’re together!” “They’re dating, OMG!” “Friends, do you think they’re a good pair?” I saw so many accounts post that we’re dating and below all those posts are the comments: “We give them our blessings!” /sigh/ After I saw that I was extremely at a loss for words. Because… it’s like this. I have no idea what the account’s intention was for posting that content, but I SWEAR they definitely knew we are shooting a drama. They had to have known, but the way they posted the content was purposely like we were together (for real). I had a split second of thinking that it was something our drama production posted, because they wanted a topic that could promote the drama. But as far as I am aware, we are not at the promotional stage yet. C: The passersby were onlooking. LYN: No, they also had to have known we were filming, because that’s not the only time we walked that path! We did the take at least five times!! Even if we WERE together, it’s not like we would shop the same street five times. Do you get what I’m saying?? Also, the comments were like they were pre-prepared. “Wow, they’re really together!” “Wow, it’s real.” And some of my fans tried to explain, “They’re filming.” But those replies just went ignored and they carried on with, “Wow, they’re really together.” “LYN is not worthy of her.” “It turns out WZW really does like tall guys.” All of the comments were like this. It’s inexplicable and I really don’t understand why people have to make posts like that. C: Forcefully creating traffic. LYN: It’s not worth it! You can also say that they’re trying to diss me, but it didn’t really seem like that was the case, either. I don’t know why they did it. // They had to have known we were filming. Otherwise they wouldn’t record us. Let’s say they were eating a meal- we walked the same route five times, and say it took 10 minutes. There’s no way they could have finished their meal in that time. C: They’re just trying to create traffic to their page. LYN: I don’t know D: There are many ways to gain attention to yourselves, but this is the first time I’m encountering this method. 

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C: 666 I’m seeing LYN stream. LYN: It’s not that amazing. Please don’t be like this. You’re giving me a lot of pressure. You’re making it seem like my stream is something very precious. It’s not worth it. It’s free to watch. LYN: I saw someone comment, trying to paint me in a negative light: “This guy has no morals. When he turns off the gifting option on his stream, then I’ll be convinced. He streams all the time. As an artist, is he not ashamed to be fishing for money by streaming?” They said that if I turned off the gifting option, then they would be convinced by me. Friend- I’ve turned that feature off a long time ago. My streams are free. I don’t collect any fees. I’m not worth any money. My stream is very cheap. Also, weibo is not giving me any money- this is purely my own hobby. I just need this stage, on weibo, to show myself. C: It’s very precious! LYN: Of course, my fans will definitely consider me precious. You’ll send me red roses. Don’t greet me with your tears. /recites more lyrics/

LYN: This song is for all my precious friends. -- 你最珍贵 (You’re the Most Precious) [Francesca Kao and Jacky Cheung] C: You’re after my life. XDD // I lost half my life. LYN: /laughs/ Alright then. Was that female voice not nice, though? C: Ning-ge, that female voice sounded like me. LYN: … Hold on, I don’t think I executed it well. /sings again, but better/ Do you think this is not better? It still sounds good, right? Hold on. Let me see if I can make it gentler. What about this? Is it better? This works!

C: Ning-ge, when will you wear ear accessories? LYN: Male artists aren’t allowed to wear earrings. We aren’t allowed to… so it’ll be difficult to make an appearance. 

C: Ning-ge, it’s Teacher’s Day. Can you gift teachers with the song Rang Jiu? LYN: What does Rang Jiu have to do with Teacher’s Day? I don’t understand- what’s the connection…? Or is that that you are a teacher, and you like the song Rang Jiu, so on behalf of Teacher’s Day you want me to sing it? … You just want to hear it, don’t you? C: Because the Teachers want to hear it. LYN: This is a reasonable excuse. Okay… C: The Teacher likes it. LYN: … LYN: Forget it. C: Sing “Above the Jianghu”. LYN: I already did. You missed it. This is why you have to turn on notifications for my stream, otherwise next time you’ll miss it again. I already sang it earlier, you’re too late.

C: Water or what? LYN: This is water! I can’t believe you would ask that. If it’s something this color then it’s only one of two things: water or baijiu. If I were drinking baijiu just straight like this, something would have to be wrong with me. It’s water. /drinks a sip & makes that hiss sound people do after drinking alcohol./ C: Lei-Bi (Sprite (Xue-bi)) is also clear. LYN: It doesn’t have bubbles!

LYN: /laughs/ Have you noticed- that when people in dramas drink alcohol, they always act it like this- /acts out drinking with the burn of the alcohol/. A lot of people act it out that way. But I don’t think a lot of people express it like that in real life, do they? Right? /acts it out like in the drama again/ But people in real life- your dad, for example- rarely express it like that, right? Or does he? C: My dad does. LYN: Wow. He must have a high tolerance. C: I do that when I drink Sprite. LYN: /laughs/ You do that when you drink Sprite?? Wow. C: There are too many bubbles. LYN: XD // In that case, don’t drink anything with too many bubbles like that. Drink more warm water.

C: I want to hear Fall in Love. LYN: How sensible.

C: I want to hear 愿光. [ALZ OST] LYN: I really haven’t sung that one. C: It’s so falsetto. LYN: This song live, will probably come across that way. It’s pretty much all sung in falsetto. The general feel is like… like Spongebob is singing. LYN: Let me see if I have the track for it. /shakes his head, no/ The instrumental track is not up on the internet. C: It’s in the KTV! LYN: /laughs/ Really? The KTV has it, but I don’t. Then let’s forget it. C: Acapella. LYN: Okay, Aunty.

LYN: I really don’t have it. Let’s forget it. I’ll find a chance to sing it for you next time. When I get a chance to get a copy of the track I’ll sing it for you.

C: If it’s in the KTV, Ning-ge, take your phone to the KTV and stream from there. LYN: Your demands for music are really too high. You’re willing to give so much just because you want to hear some nice music, or music that you like. But the problem here is that you want someone else to make the sacrifice. You want to hear a song, and now you want someone to go out and find a KTV- let’s say one hour is 60RMB. I’d pay 60RMB, sing one song, and then leave? If I wanted to add a bottle of sprite, it would cost me an additional 5RMB. 65RMB for you to hear a song. Not including the taxi fare to get there and back. You’re demands for music makes you really not afraid of inconvenience, it seems.

C: Did you drink? LYN: What do you mean?? Am I streaming like I’m drunk? Or do you think my face is flushed? If it’s the first and you think I’m drunk, then you really don’t know me. It’s just that I haven’t streamed in too long  and I’m a little crazy today. If it’s the second and you think that my face looks a little flushed it’s because seeing you makes me shy. In front of so many viewers, I’m feeling shy and my face is turning red. C: The old face turns red. LYN: …. I don’t care that you call me “ugly” but calling me “old” hurts me. 

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LYN: How about I sing this song? I’ll sing Fall in Love instead. LYN: I need some shades. -- Fall in Love (ft. kazoobie) LYN: I haven’t played with the kaka in too long. I feel like it’s going to waste. I spent so much to get it, at the time… 

C: How much was it? LYN: It was expensive. This is a legit musical instrument. I think it was 1600-1700. Don’t look at it and think it’s very simple- it’s actually quite expensive. I told you about when I ws trying ot buy it, remember? I was trying to find one online, but it was a secondhand instrument. I asked the seller if they’d played it before, and of course they had. So I asked how much it was. Secondhand, 1700. I said, “You already played with it. Can it be washed cleanly?” and they replied “It’s hard to say.” Later I thought forget it, and bought a new one for a higher price. Since this is an imported instrument, so I had to pay more to get it. C: You didn’t want the secondhand one? LYN: It was close. If they could offer it for a little cheaper I would have bought it. C: Didn’t you buy two? LYN: Yeah. The other one’s here. I don’t know why it started to change colors. It feels like it’s already started rusting. C: Raffle it. LYN: No way.

LYN: Later I’ll have to see if I can buy some polisher and see if that goes away. I had bought a gold colored and a silver colored one. But I think it has that look of an old instrument, and that’s not bad either. 

C: That the marks left by your saliva. LYN: 去你的! How much saliva would I have had, to let it drip all the way down to here?? The inside isn’t lie this! It’s on the outside- did I- was I drinking?? And I spit all over the outside?? What are you saying, that these are the marks from my saliva.?? Shut up. It could be explained for this part (the mouth part)- but it hasn’t rusted! Is my saliva poisonous?? C: Daimi licked it. LYN: No, she didn’t. Don’t try to blame her. It wasn’t Daimi. It’s not spit, either. I’m guessing it’s the sweat or something from my hands. There’s a song, isn’t there-  “perfume is poisonous”? Are you trying to say that my saliva is poisonous, too? /replaces the lyrics in the song XD/ LYN: If that’s the case, then it has a detective function. Which goes to say that my sweat has some degree of poison. I corroded it. It works as a way to examine the state of my body. Just like in the old times, how they would test if a bown of rice had poison in it or not by sticking a silver needle in it. If the needle turns black then it means that the bowl or cup of tea or whatever is poisoned. Since my sweat has ruined the metal it must mean that my body is lacking in something. It’s possible, right? LYN: This is pure nonsense. 

C: Lacking in calcium. LYN: I told you in my last stream, that I was calcium deficient. I wen to get my physical and those were the results. I bought supplements, but I haven’t started taking them yet. Maybe because I haven’t been eating much lately, so my calcium intake is low?

C: Soak in the sun more. LYN: Right- people say that sunlight can boost your calcium. I don’t really expose myself to the sun, otherwise I would get a tan. So I… am not in the sun that often.

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- /someone updating him on what uni they got into, and he congratulates them/

- /obligatory “Happy Birthday” message/ LYN: It’s just saying “Happy Birthday”, right? That’s affordable. Happy Birthday, friend. If you’re celebrating your birthday tomorrow or around this time, Happy Birthday. I hope you can gain a year, and gain more sense, too. I hope you’re more and more happy in the coming year. :)

- /is told his stream is trending. says it’s not really a big deal bc he streams often, and would rather be streaming for his music or one of his dramas./

C: Are the neighbors not fighting today? LYN: They already fought. You came too late! That’s why you have to turn on notifications for my stream, so you won’t miss it. Please subscribe, thank you. I think that if I can gain 100 fans for every stream I do, I would be successful. If I stream 100 more times, I would have gained 10,000 fans! 10k, real, living fans! Wouldn’t that make me a… a very amazing… yhx (media blog)? XD LYN: I was thinking- there are always some unreasonable accounts who are always posting bad things about me. I was thinking about how I could fix this issue, and decided, “What if I opened the biggest yxh (media) company?” I’ll put all my resources into it. I’ll be the biggest company, and I’ll take over all the little ones. If someone makes 1 bad post about me, I’ll post 300 good ones. I’ll smother them. What do you think, friends? The only way I could resolve this issue is by disrupting the whole industry. While I’m at it, I can take on a bunch of other jobs. It would count as a new business venture. What do you think? - /no mercy for those who posted bad things about him- he’s gonna make them jobless XD/ - /fans goading him to actually do it, saying they will invest/ LYN; If you’re really serious, let’s post it across the internet and go for collective payback. My fans across the whole web and I will create the biggest media company. Our main focus will be to protect LYN. XD This is not in order to make money. It’s a public service. You’d be doing a good thing.

LYN: Friends, when I stream, you should only listen and believe about 20% of what I’m saying at all times. Most of my stream is basically complete nonsense, with making up random things on top. Please don’t take it seriously. If you take what I say during my stream seriously, it means you are truly naive. My stream is to bring up the mood- I’m not here to lecture you. I’m just here to say nonsense. Listen for entertainment only. LYN: Don’t take me serious. I don’t want to see an yxh post later saying, “LYN is going to open an yxh company to kill us off. Friends, do you think he can do it?” I’m sure this topic is going to be created in no time. - “LYN is too low. He wants to create his own yhx company. Friends, do you think this is right?” - “Friends, what do you think about this?” - “Friends, LYN wants to open a company not with his own funds, but by crowdfunding. In the end the netizens foot the bill. What do you think about this issue?” LYN: /sigh/ They always ask you what your opinion is. Do you think they really have the time to read your replies, though?? Their lives are hard enough as it is.

LYN: My stream is mostly nonsense, because really it’s for my fans. Those who don’t like me won’t come to watch my stream. 80% of you are my fans. 10% are here because of an OST I sang lately, or are other peoples fans. The remaining 10% are people just passing through. THey saw that “LYN Livestream” was trending and clicked in to see a show. The majority of you are my fans though, so most of my stream is nonsense. Don’t take my words seriously, and you don’t need to repeat what I say. As if you care. 

C: What’s that red thing in the back? LYN: You don’t know this?? /moves panda!Mei Lee/ It’s the panda! Disney’s. You don’t know it? C: Where did it come from? LYN: Disney gave it to me. A friend from Disney gave it to me.

-- break #2

bgm: 云字诀 (Cloud Farewell) [The Ingenious One OST]

LYN: People probably recognize me a lot more for- besides my “internet famous” identity- for my identity as a singer. I’ve sung a lot of OSTs. Do people have been saying, “As a singer, you should just stick to singing. Why are you acting? Stop messing around. Do you think you can act?” Stop nagging me, because lately a lot of other actors have started singing OSTs. I have a friend who wanted to borrow a mic from me- they’re an actor, and they want to sing an OST for their drama. OST singer’s work is starting to get stolen from actors, now. So don’t blame singers for wanting to act. Let’s play fair. LYN: I have an actor friend- because I have a recording mic that’s pretty good quality- who wanted to borrow this mic to record. I asked them what they were recording, and they replied “An OST.” See? So that’s why we shouldn’t fight- just treat all as equals. Actors can sing now, and they can attend events and sing their songs there. If they sing their own OSTs, it counts as stealing work from OST singers, too. So let’s not point fingers. Let’s just say that if there’s work, it’s free for all and leave it at that. Fair and just. C: Who is it? LYN: What business is that of yours? LYN: Anyway, let’s play fair, ok? Don’t nag me next time. There are a lot of people who don’t like the fact that I am a singer, who is starting to act. But don’t a lot of actors go to sing songs at events? Right? They’re in the same boat. Or what- do you think singers are lesser? No. 隔行如隔山 (to someone outside the profession, it’s a closed book). This is really hard to even out. LYN: This song 云字诀 has been LYN’s version. Now we can listen to MXT’s version. XD - /plays the song/ LYN: (ツ)_/¯. Let’s not point fingers. But her version also sounds very nice. I was just explaining the situation, not specifically referring to a particular song. That’s not what I meant. // As long as you have the ability, what “profession” you have doesn’t matter.

LYN: I just want to make an effort. Or is that not allowed? No one is born to do one thing. For example, you have a breakfast shop- is your talent/meaning in life to sell breakfast? No. Let’s take that friend earlier who wanted to stay at home “picking their feet” and turn that into a pedcurist job. Is that person’s meaning in life to be a pedicurist? No. Having skills is a learning process. No one is born to do one thing. You’ve got to give people a chance to work for it. If you want to work hard to learn a new craft or switch to a new job, it’s not shameful. A lot of you may have jobs but you want to switch industries or do something you really want to. Just do it. Don’t mind what others will think of you. Just do what you want to do. The day you succeed, all those people will shut up. If you don’t succeed… then it’s not important. At least you tried doing something you wanted to do. You only live once. I think you should strive to so what you want to do. LYN: Even if my family has been selling wontons for generations. What if I wanted to start selling buns from my wonton shop? I can do that. When you open up your options, you’ll get all the more gains. You can experience more in life. So I think we should all be more understanding of one another. As long as you are trying to work hard to improve your life, I don’t think it’s shameful. It doesn’t matter if you’re suited to it or not. You shouldn’t be ridiculed for having dreams. LYN: Friends, dreams shouldn’t be ridiculed. A lot of the things you’re using, or the paths you’re walking, or any benefits you have are the result of people before you having dreams. Do you understand? Don’t look down on people who have dreams. LYN: There’s a song, isn’t there? ~ If you have a dream, anyone can be amazing. ~ / ~ In my heart, there used to be a dream. I wanted a voice that would make you forget all the hurt. ~

LYN: Friends, how about this? Let’s sing some songs with the theme of “Dreams.” What is there? Let’s sing one or two. Encourage each other. C: 少年. LYN: This song is about- no matter what age you are, you have the attitude of the youth. You want to keep moving forward. You want to keep pursuing your dreams. Let’s sing it. - /finds the wrong “少年” > finds the right “少年” > switches gears to his own song “Youth at Will (意气趁年少)” [:YN: It’s the story abouta scholar.] XD/ LYN: Let’s encourage each other, friends. This applies to that one friend who said they didn’t want to go to school anymore and wanted to go home. This song is for you. Go to school. -- Youth at Will (意气趁年少) LYN: Thank you. Why is this song so intense? /sighs/ /pained/ C: 一开始. LYN: I don’t have the track for this. I used to. - C: Why is your face so red? LYN: I haven’t streamed in a long time so I’m a little shy. - LYN: They have the song, but not the accompaniment track. We can listen to it, but there’s no track. Give me one minute- give me another chance to see if I can find it. /nope/ There’s nothing I can do. This song and I aren’t meant to be.

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C: I caught up to three years of playback. Now I’ve finally caught a live stream. LYN: My playbacks require a lot of time to make up for. You’ve been catching up all this time and have now caught a live one. It’s been hard on you, friend. That’s really… a difficult thing to do.

C: Me too. LYN: You always watch the playback, and have never caught a live stream? It really is a difficult thing to accomplish, but I want to thank you for liking me and being willing to watch my stream. Many of you probably don’t watch the stream either- you probably just leave it to the side and use it as background noise. You can’t really hear what I’m saying, but you’re working on you own stuff. I guess it’s stress-relieving? Many of you do that. It’s okay. If you catch me, you catch me. If you can’t then you can watch in your free time. C: I’ve been watching cuts for years and this is the first time I’m catching an actual stream. LYN: You… what were you doing earlier?? Try to watch the streams if you can, because here we have a sort of interaction. If you watch cuts, it’s probably just one small portion and I seem playful. But the main point of my streams is to keep you company. My streams are usually around three hours long- the main idea here is to keep each other company. 

C: Ning-ge, I’m cutting my nails right now. LYN: Cutting you nails and stopping to look up every once in a while?C: I’m eating canned food. LYN: … C: I’m drying my clothes. LYN: Be careful. Don’t be on the veranda and then accidentally let your clothes fall over the edge.

C: I need to use the restroom! I’ve been holding it!! LYN: /laughs/ You’re so invested you don’t even dare to use the restroom?? You don’t want to miss anything? How about this- I don’t know what you’re watching my stream on- probably your phone, right? Your phone IS allowed in the bathroom, you know? It’s not like there are rules that say it’s not allowed. You can bring your phone with you and do your business. You can go! How about this--

LYN: Unless you’re watching on desktop? Laptops are allowed in the restroom. C: There’s no internet in the bathroom. LYN: Very easy. Leave your phone and then just connect to some bluetooth earphones. You can hear but also do you business. Okay? LYN: How about this- let’s give that friend who needed to use the restroom three minutes. We’ll wait for them and not say anything. Just stare at each other. You go use the restroom. Ning-ge will wait for you. I won’t say anything, and just play a song. I’ll wait for you. Go. - LYN: /starts eating grapefruit/ When other people are using the restroom, here I am eating. XD - C: Really? LYN: Really, go! I’ll wait for you- three minutes. Go to the bathroom! Don’t damage your health. I’ll wait for you, not saying anything. - C: Let’s talk in secret. LYN: Forget about those using the restroom and talk in secret? :) What about “trust”? This is too low. What if they come back and find out that we were talking, wouldn’t they be sad?? Right? What type of person are you?? Someone like you… let me tell you- if you were my roommate, I would-- /cutes himself off/ How can you suggest that we talk secretly. You’re too bad. - LYN: It’s about time- three minutes is up. We’re back now. Nothing happened.

C: Ning-ge, I watch your stream without bringing you into the bathroom because I feel like if I did, that would be disrespecting you. LYN: /laughs/ Bringing me into the bathroom would be disrespecting me? Am I that divine, now? Why would you respect me that much?? How about when you’re using the bathroom just normally, and you scroll across a video of me- what do you do? Turn your phone off? You think that me appearing in the bathroom is not respecting me? You’re too amazing. C: Pick up my pants and leave. LYN: There’s no need, though. You can scroll normally. If my video appears in the bathroom, it’s fine. You have my permission, you can take it to the bathroom. Do your business. Ok- let’s stop that topic right here. I’ve already told you what to do, so let’s move on.

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C: Ning-ge, you’ve gotten thinner. LYN: It’s probably because this hairstyle makes me look thinner. But also I’ve had some diarrhea the past couple days, so maybe I’ve just lost some water weight. 

C: Ning-ge, is your hair real or fake? LYN: Why do you care? It has nothing to do with you. If whether my hair is real or fake has no impact on your life, then you shouldn’t think about it. Okay? Friends, you have to remember- if you want to live in this world happily and relaxed, then all you have to do is stop poking into business that isn’t your own. You have to remember this. If you care about everything, then you will live a very tired life. I never put more thought into something than I should. It has nothing to do with me. I have my own life, my own hobbies, and things I want to accomplish. I won’t go out of my way to worry about other things. LYN: If it’s in order to help someone else, then that’s a different story. But in general, other people’s business is not my own. Whether my hair is real or not really doesn’t affect your life, it doesn’t affect your pay or your studies. If it doesn’t affect you, then you don’t have to think about it. 

C: Ning-ge, are you a real person? LYN: I’m an AI-created person. Every response you’re seeing is part of my algorithm and is developed based on what you’re typing. I’m an AI. In my eyes, you are all human. Stop asking questions (that aren’t your business).

C: Ning-ge, did you drink coffee before your stream? LYN: I drink it pretty much every day. 

C: Ning-ge, you’re trending. LYN: Am I? It’s not for anything bad though, is it? What’s the topic? “LYN-” what? Is it “LYN_Livestream” or “LYN_Ugly”? What is it? C: Princess carry. LYN: ? Who did I carry? Gao Weiguang?

C: Ning-ge, do you often lose hair? LYN: Hair loss is something that afflicts every person. Every person will more or less lose hair. I don’t believe that there is anyone alive who has never lost a single hair from the moment they were born. Hair loss is normal. It’s just like your nails. When you cut them, they grow back. Your hair is the same- when you lose hair, it will grow back. You just have to maintain a healthy scalp and sleep early. As long as you’re healthy. Everyone loses hair.  

C: Recommend me a shampoo. LYN: /promotes is brand collab with L’Oreal/ LYN: Today, I’ll dare to advertise (打广告). Tomorrow I would dare to hit my fans (打粉丝). [t/n: the verb for “to advertise” and “to hit” is the same.] C: What’s the joke? LYN: You haven’t seen those videos? In that case, forget I said anything. 

C: Friends, who knows my pain? I haven’t finished my homework yet. LYN: Stop watching. Go finish your homework.

C: How long will you be filming Xiao Bei (Cicada Girl) for? LYN: What do you care? It’ll be for a while yet. We just started shooting. 

C: Ning-ge, is West out of the Yumen good? LYN: What sort of question is that? “Is West out of the Yumen good”??? I can’t believe that’s a question that needs to be asked. Is that something that you need to ask?? Isn’t the answer definite? It’s definitely a good watch. It’s definitely amazing. LYN: Do you want to know why this drama has to be good? Because... I sang the OST. It’s definitely not BECAUSE I sang, therefore it is good. It’s good, so I HAD to lock down the job to sing the OST. Do you get the difference? I’m not trying to praise myself. It’s because it’s really good, therefore I had to fight tooth and nail in order to sing for it. The second reason is because it features my good friend Bai Yu. BY is definitely good. He’s worth watching this drama for, friends. Go support him.

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C: Ning-ge, I’ve been watching SYXSSYX and the Da-Bai character is so handsome! LYN: You think Da Bai is handsome? Didn’t I say earlier that after I stopped streaming I would start collecting a bunch of ugly photos? He’s included. You said he’s handsome? I’ll tell you how ugly he is. Subscribe to my weibo. In the next stream I’ll gather a bunch of ugly photos of me and share them with you. We’ll see exactly how ugly LYN is. Didn’t you say he was handsome? In the next stream, I’m gonna make you eat your words. C: I’m also a fan of BCF. LYN: Thank you. As an actor, the fact that you like a character that I have played makes me feel really honored. Of course, I also like every role I have played. Every single one. I love all my characters. I’m the type of person who remembers the lines even after every drama has finished filming. As for how much of my lines, I can’t say. But I can always remember some of the lines I’ve said in my dramas. Think about how much I like these characters, to be able to do that.

C: Let’s hear it. LYN: /reciting a line from The Long Ballad, where Hao Du yells at Wei Shuyu. XD/

C: Now one of BCF’s. LYN: I need some music for this. /says the line where BCF is talking to WXS: “You say the capital is a wall. // One day, I’ll break down these walls for you.” & “Neither one box of gold nor an elder position can compare to the fame I’ll achieve by intercepting the Sixth Half Hall’s carriage tonight.” & “Xiao Shitou, was meeting me the worst thing you’ve done in life? Meeting you, meeting Wen Rou- it was as if a light had been lit in my heart. I thought that as long as I had this light I would never lose my way. I thought I could be a good person. But you’re dead, and the light is gone.”/

LYN: What else is there? /moves on to BYOL lines from Jiang Junhao/ LYN: What else? C: Wei Chengfeng (Hot-Blooded Youth) LYN: Here’s the thing with WCF- regrettably, that was my first drama and I didn’t do the voice acting myself. I won’t be trying, because even if I do, it wouldn’t sound the same because it’s not my voice. This goes for Hei Yanjing, too. But I’m very thankful for the voice actor for both those dramas. Because at that time I really didn’t know how to act, but their voice acting really helped me and the helped the character. I’m very thankful for them. At that time I acted poorly and also said my lines poorly. But through their efforts in voice acting for the characters, they brought a lot of life to the characters.

C: Luo Mingxi. LYN: /buffering/ LMX? /remembered some!/ The coughing is the best though. /coughs some more/ His lines were too long, I don’t remember. It’s about right, though.

C: Ning Yuanzhou. LYN: That drama hasn’t even aired yet! /recites the line from the trailer: “Now I have you and my brothers from the Six Paths. Even if I die one day, they will remember me.”/

C: Jiuyuan. (Parting of Orchid and Demon King, donghua ver.) LYN: Jiuyuan… Jiuyuan? This is probably the hardest one. /still remembers, though!/ 

C: Di Lin (Zi Chuan) LYN: Di Lin… it’s been too long. He does have some more remarkable lines, though. “I don’t care if it’s cold-blooded. I can kill all the people in the world.” // This one is reaching- it’s been too long. Also, it hasn’t even aired yet.

C: Zuo Bufan (TXJ) LYN: /laughs-cries/ I forgot. I totally forgot his lines. It’s been too long, really.

C: When is YNGS going to air? My membership is about to expire. LYN: When it airs, just renew it. Don’t rush- when it airs, just renew your membership.

C: Hei Xiazi, ge ge. LYN: I already told you, when I was acting as Hei Xiazi I was not the one who did the voice acting for him. So I don’t think my voice would give you much feeling. A professional voice actor did that role for me, so even if I say a few of his lines… it wouldn’t make a difference. Because it would sound different. /does some anyway/

C: It’s my first time coming to LYN’s livestream. It’s great. LYN: It’s alright. Lively, at least.

C: Three bowls of life. LYN: You want to hear that, too?? (a skit he did from My Brilliant Masters variety show in 2019)

C: Your memory is too good! LYN: Right? That’s why I keep my nose out of other people’s business. I need to focus on remembering my own stuff. 

- /recites his line from his cameo as a foot soldier in Medal of the Republic/ LYN: Isn’t my memory great, friends? This is a role I cameo-d in.

C: Doctor He. (Love Yourself) LYN: He didn’t really have any lines. I honestly forgot.

C: Ah-Bill. (Line Walker 2: Invisible Spy) LYN: /laughs/ /thinking hard/ I forgot- I only had two lines, but I forgot.

C: Discovery of Romance. LYN: ! You want me to remember my lines from even my cameos?! /thinking/ /shyly recites his lines, but that might be because the character was pretty shy/

C: Mu Xianhe (Wonderland of Love) LYN: It hasn’t aired yet. Also, I only had two scenes- maybe three? Just a small cameo. I went to have fun with friends. He’s a different type of character. He was quite… profound.

LYN: Alright friends. It’s about time. If you haven’t subscribed to my weibo yet, please do so. I am Modern Brothers Liu Yuning. Thank you for your company and support. And… it’s about time for today’s stream. There’s a drama airing lately called “West Out of the Yumen”. If you have nothing to watch lately, I hope you can check it out. It’s really good. I sing a song for it called 狂风袭来 (A Strong Wind Blows)- it’s what you’re listening to now. I hope you had a wonderful, happy, and relaxing night. It was great having you, and I hope you had fun. Let’s meet again in the next stream. Goodnight everybody.

[amalia-uwu]

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I DONT OWN -> Undertale, Horrortale, Farmtale, the rights go to the respective owners. I only own my original characters and this fic.

Undertale by Toby Fox

Horrortale by Sour Apple Studios

Farmtale by GuinongTale_AU

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 (you are here, final part)

Next day,

Sans woke up alone in couch. He was covered in a weighted blanket. The sensation was nice; it felt as if someone was hugging him.

The pillows were organized in a way that it was too comfy.

He heard the clicks and clacks from the kitchen.

Sans sighed contently.

He jolted up. He frantically looked around. «What time is it?! What day is it?! What year is it?! Oh no! I overslept! I have so much work to do!».

He stood up abruptly as a result he felt dizzy. He collapsed. He fell on the couch.

Despite the vitamins and some exercises he did. He still, felt a little weak.

He tried to get up but collapsed again.

Sans felt large fingers holding his shoulder and heard his brother's soothing voice.

"Easy now brother, it's okay!"

Saejun took some deep breaths trying to sooth the dizziness.

He slowly sat on the couch and looked at Papyrus, confused.

"You will take it easy. Don't worry about help. It's taken care of. Martha, Axe are outside doing some work, I'm cooking. Later, however, if you can, please pay a visit to the animals they have missed you".

Sans blinked and relaxed.

Papyrus hugged him and kissed his forehead.

"Please take your vitamins. I'll give you the eye serum. Then you may sleep again".

Sans nodded.

Papyrus took a glass of water and added the vitamins.

He watched as they dissolved into it. He gave the glass to Sans.

He gulped it down obediently. The fruity flavor was nice. (Citrus Fruits, Raspberry, Watermelon, Pineapple)

Papyrus smiled "Look up now".

Sans rose his skull. Papyrus hugged it close to his ribcage, to keep it steady.

Papyrus let some droplets of the serum into Sans's eye sockets.

Sans closed his eyes sockets.

Some tears ran down his cheekbones. Papyrus wiped them with his thumbs.

He held Sans's eyes sockets closed for a minute. Then he helped Sans lay down.

"Rest now brother" his voice soft.

"thank you, bro!" He slurred as he was laid back down.

Papyrus dragged the blanket up and wrapped it around his face.

He fixed the pillows and gently rested his hand on Sans's scapulae.

"i love you bro" Sans mumbled in his sleep.

"Nyeheheh i love you too" Papyrus got up from the couch and went to continue his cooking.

Papyrus kept checking his brother every once in a while.

He noticed at some point that Sans was shivering.

He took his scarf and a few more blankets. He gently let his scarf above his neck. Close to his nasal cavity.

He brought the blankets above him. He gently touched his back. His hand shone a tangerine color.

Sans murmured.

He stopped shaking.

Papyrus carefully kissed his forehead.

Sans sighed contently and grinned.

Papyrus smiled. He got up and went to the kitchen.

He looked at his brother and a couple of tears ran down his eyes. His soul shone a deep tangerine color.

He looked back to notice Sans's shining green.

He smiled and wiped his tears with his sleeve.

Papyrus reminded himself that Sans is fine. It's over.

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(Some time later)

Sans's woke up.

He stretched his bones.

He noticed his brother's scarf and some extra blankets above him.

He felt quite better.

His brother peeked from the kitchen "Brother?".

Sans turned his attention to Papyrus. Eyes still groggy from sleep. "mm?" he murmured sleepily.

"There is warm water for a shower, then come eat something".

Sans grinned and nodded.

Papyrus smiled back and went to prepare something for Sans to eat.

Sans fixed the couch and took the covers up to his bedroom.

He picked up some clothes and went to take a shower.

The hot water ran down his bones. Soothing the soreness.

He took; a sponge, a soft piece of cloth. He added a bath foam that had lavender fragrance.

He began rubbing, scrubbing and washing his bones.

Once done, he dried himself. He put on green floral pants, yellow shirt and a pearl white floral jacket (lilies and daisies designs on it).

He looked at himself in the mirror.

At the side of his neck there was still the faded mark from the bite.

He carefully touched and caressed that spot.

He remembered fragments from what happened. Crystal clear. Sans sighed.

His soul shone and felt positive feelings.

He looked at it confused.

Sans felt his brother's magic sending comfort.

"heh" he sent positive feelings back and heard his brother from downstairs "Nyeheh".

He kept his brother's scarf around his neck. It smelled lavender. It was quite windy outside so it was warm.

He cleaned up the bathroom. He went downstairs.

Papyrus was in the kitchen.

"Paps? May I go for a walk at the oak tree?"

Papyrus smiled softly.

"Of course! But first eat something, I left some food for you at the table".

Sans smiled genuinely. He hugged his brother's midsection "Thanks pap you are the best" his voice muffled.

He sat down and looked at his food.

Aaawww Papyrus had made it so cute.

There was a bowl of fruits (kiwis, papayas, bananas, pomegranates), oatmeal, greek yogurt with honey and some almonds.

Two slices of bread with peach marmalade.

Papyrus had added Blueberries for eyes, a piece of tangerine as a smile. Strawberries at the shape of hearts.

Up the corner he had sliced an orange, creating a sun with sunrays.

There was a juice of mixed fruits. A slice of chocolate vanilla marble cake.

Sans grinned softly. Genuinely. His stomach growled.

He blushed and looked away. He began eating quietly.

He made sure to let Papyrus know how content he was, using his bond.

Papyrus smiled. His cheeks had that soft pink shade.

When done, he took the plates on the sink.

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He took his straw hat.

"I'll call you when lunch is ready". Papyrus's voice echoed from the kitchen.

"thanks pap" he waved and exited the home.

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Axe and Martha were outside. They had finished their works: cleaning, watering, feeding the animals.

Now they were playing with the animals and among each other.

Martha was using the water hose and was after Axe. The poor guy had no chance of surviving.

He playfully used his magic and lifted her upside-down. She let go of the hose.

Now she had a bad time! He took the hose and began throwing water on her. She put he hands in front of her skull in an attempt to protect her face.

They giggled and laughed like children.

Saejun grinned and chuckled at the sight.

He walked behind the barn and took a small shack. It contained some nuts, seeds, carrots and leafs of lettuce.

He began walking at the Oak tree. Papyrus saw him from the window and smiled softly.

The oak tree wasn't very far away. Like 10 minutes on foot.

Once Sans reached it, he smiled.

"Welp pal.. It's been a while ey?"

It was a huge oak tree.

Next to it a bench.

As of the view; beautiful. Panoramic. He could see the mountains, town and sea at the very far distance.

He sat down on the bench, under the shadows of the tree's branches.

He breathed in some fresh air.

It was an old tree, who knows; if it could speak, what stories it'd tell.

The soft sunrays went through the branches, warming his bones.

He heard the crickets, cicadas and birds. Saejun enjoyed the sounds of nature.

After a while, a small blue bird sat on his shoulder.

"hey there little fella" he chuckled.

The bird chirped.

"want a treat?" he pulled some seeds from the shack.

He let go of them on the bench. He watched as Cyana (that's how he named her) started picking them with her small beak.

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A small squirrel; brown with black and white stripes, climbed up his leg.

He gave him some nuts. The adorable creature sniffed them and began stuffing them on his mouth.

The squirrel left, but returned to Sans, so he could pet him.

Sans rubbed the squirrel's head with his index finger.

A small fluffy white bunny made her way close to him. He sensed someone biting his shoes.

He leaned forward. He smirked, with a swift of his hand, he picked her up.

"aaaw look at you fluffy puffy snowball" he held her in his embrace and fed her some lettuce.

They showed theirs affection to him. Saejun smiled.

Cyana rubbed her face on his cheekbone.

Brownie (the squirrel) rubbed his face on his phalanges

And Snowfluff (the bunny) rubbed herself on his side.

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After a while the animals left but; on their way, they stopped, turned and looked at him.

Saejun smirked and waved at them.

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Some minutes later, his phone rang. "hey bro"

"Sans, lunch is ready can you return? Shall I sent Axe to pick you up"

"it's okay paps. I can walk. I'm on my way"

He walked home.

Papyrus watched him from the distance.

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Axe and Martha had changed clothes and sat quietly to enjoy the meal.

They ate quietly.

Later they shared stories.

They had a great time.

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(in the afternoon)

He payed his animals a visit.

His animals lifted their heads as they heard the door opening.

As soon as he stepped in, they expressed their happiness by walking fast to his side.

They were happy to see him. Lily began rubbing her head on him.

"Alright! Alright, lemme sit down and do what you want!" he chuckled.

They stopped. He carefully sat down and so his animals followed.

Lily and Pearl put their heads on him.

They rubbed themselves at him.

He patted them "missed you too!"

Lily began licking his cheekbone.

He chuckled "a little self control? No?" he scratched her head softly.

She stopped and just put her head on his shoulder. He gave her some scratches.

Pearl, the little lamb sat on his femurs.

He held her and patted her fluffy head.

His cows, sheep, even a stray cat that just lives around the barn to eat the rodents came and sat next to him.

He saluted everyone of them.

Some ducks, geese and chickens came to greet him.

He chuckled as they had surrounded him.

"I've missed you too darlings".

Lily laid down and he rested his head on her side. Pearl sat next to him. The geese rested their necks on his side. Some chickens sat on his chest.

All in all his animals surrounded him. They made it clear that they missed him. A couple of tears ran down his face.

Boy he sure missed them. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the company.

It was him and his animals.

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After a while Axe appeared.

The animals split up revealing him. Sans raised his skull.

Axe chuckled amusingly.

He sat down next to him.

"I got comfortable" Sans murmured.

Pearl sniffed Axe and began headbutting him softly and playfully.

Saejun chuckled "Pearl be nice"

Pearl kept headbutting Axe.

Axe grabbed her in his embrace

"Tsk Tsk Tsk look at that attitude, do you wanna end up as the main dish? With potatoes?"

Pearl tried to escape but her efforts were in vain. His grip was tight; but, not in a hurtful way.

"hm maybe rice? Salad? Or all of that?" he asked touching and softly squeezing her parts. She stopped moving.

Pearl actually began caressing her face on Axe's humerus.

Saejun looked at him and playfully smacked his shoulder.

"Axe be nice to my baby" he whined playfully.

Axe gave her soft kisses. Pearl rubbed her head on his cheekbone.

Axe chuckled. "Hm, fine I forgive your attitude. Now, shoo go eat".

He let go of Pearl.

She looked at both of them she made a sound and then left.

"See you tomorrow babies" he saluted.

Axe got up and picked Sans up his shoulder.

He yelped. He walked around the barn holding Farmy on his shoulder.

"Eep! Axe put me down! I can walk!"

Axe turned around "did anyone speak? Well I guess it was my imagination"

Sans chuckled.

Ah... How he missed that sound.

He went home.

Papyrus didn't even question why Axe was carrying his brother like a shack of potatoes on his back.

He gave him an unimpressed look. Axe grinned and put Sans down.

Papyrus smiled.

He finished adding food at the table.

There was ramen, kimchi, sausages, red meat, cheese, tofu and many more.

They enjoyed their meal.

They were watching TV and talking.

Things were slowly returning back to normal.

They hugged Sans closer to themselves.

Sans smiled.

No matter what happens, Farmy knew he wasn't alone. There were monsters (family, friends) who cared about him and had his back.

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End of Chapter 10

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