#god bless the w. h.

[awesomecooperlove]

#DJT : FIGHTING THE HUMAN TRAFFICKING

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[woeismywaffle]

[amastarxoxo]

pathetic worshipper lover jinx hcs

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this is this girl’s first relationship and plans on making it last, no matter what she has to do. if she has to be on her hands and knees to keep you. she will.

she can be easily manipulated to your liking if you were that kind of person, you’re not though right? you do provide loads of reassurance and comfort to her which makes her want to keep you even more.

her hugs are really tight; nails digging into her skin when she’s overthinking during the hug, you’re bleeding, even the slightest wince of pain, she’s back into reality and then right back to overthinking, that you’re going to leave her. love and comfort time !

W O R S H I P S the ground you walk on. everything you do or say; she feels blessed for even getting to experience that. mind you it’s you talking about your day and her imaging herself being there with you.

she really clingy. i mean like she wants to stitch your skin together, cast a spell to soul tie you to one another, merge bodies and hearts; becoming as one. and she’s really touchy.

everything she does, from sleeping to making gadgets to even blowing people up; everything is dedicated to you, saying your name like a prayer to a god. like “for my love, (name).” or “to my beloved toots, (name)”

©︎ A M A T E R A S U. all rights reserved. please don't plazarize, copy, or steal any of my works without my permission, thank you !

i’ll do more of these on my lazy days of writing ; this was lwk rushed but it’s cool

[melancholicstation]

GOD BLESS AMERICA AND ALL THE BEAUTIFUL WOMEN IN IT —HUSBAND!JACK SCHLOSSBERG COMFORT HEADCANONS 𓍼 𓇢𓆸

jack schlossberg fan fiction is for the lovers

WIFE!READER returns and is the orion carloto archetype, who balances modelling and writing, and i imagine her making tiktoks in the same vain of alanabananaxox (she's been my no.1 tiktoker since 2021) and sotce on tiktok.

taglist: @candyneckl6ce @rocker-chick-7 @ultr4v1ol3nt @violetharmonsfavgf @strip-weather-forecast @darcyspirits @fortheloveofjos @h-l-v-kennedy-blog @h-l-vlovesvintage @bluelancergirl @snowsgames @salvatoresablondie @dulcegal @kennedyism @bloxholden35 @kimcrystal123 @absurdlyvintage @jackiesgirl @chemicalw0rld @remotewatch @starsprangledgirl

no matter the stressor husband!jack literally treats it as a top-priority emergency

immediately goes to start a bath for you in your gorgeous copper bathtub (cause of course you have a copper bathtub ... duh) with some suzzane kaufman bath salt's that he picked up down in greenwich after a meeting with vogue's magazine department.

husband!jack is a freak for baths and it's rubbed off on you ... seriously like that man takes baths multiple times a week, on top of daily showers

if he had to be out on a day you were particularly anxious for whatever reason he would come home with a laundry bag of new tasteful yet cute stuffed animals from loewe and never tell you the prices cause he knows you'd crash out

is great at being a body pillow and has no shame just laying in silence together for hours

would try to make you feel better by getting the overpriced (not in your opinion) criterion subscription just so you could watch vintage halloween movies without running a risk of getting hacked on some third-party sketchy website

would 100% let you live in his clothes while he was out of the house so you could feel comforted even if he wasn't physically near

would absolutely try to distract you with light comedy, despite his cockiness he is indeed a funny guy so it helps slightly

husband!jack would be such a proponent of a healthy mind is a healthy body so he'd make you go do jump rope with him (cause why does jump roping have to be so humiliating) or even worse takes you out to paddle board, like imagine your knee-deep in that melancholic state where you only read plath novels and listen to unreleased lana and your boyfriend drags you out to go paddle boarding???? like cmon now

you do feel better afterwards but you would never tell him that

if you guys owned any pets together he would without a doubt tell you he's going to be out for a couple of hours and come back with one of those portrait paintings of house-pets to cheer you up (editors note: vang olsen mimi does the most delightful pet paintings if your in greenwich!)

he would absolutely NOT be above trying to self-medicate your problems (within reason) by smoking w*ed with you or sharing a cigar being the chicest couple ever!

would 100% smother you in delightfully soft cashmere blankets in the pattern of gorgeous tapestries

would earnestly read poems (robert frost, emily dickinson, and shakespeare) to you to get you to sleep on the especially hard days

is a devout optimist and routinely talks you out of your doom scrolling

always holds space for whatever emotions you are feeling but always wants to provide solutions to your problems

and when he encounters a problem he can't so easily fix he invests time into getting your mind off it and plans steps you can take to lessen the hold whatever your stressing about has on you

writes mini impromptu love letters/pep talks on the empty spaces in your agenda notebook (wife!reader would totally own more than 1 of these louise carmen organisers in an apropos shade of autumn scarlet )

encourages you to do self-care rituals with your staple skincare products by letting you do the exact same steps on him

while husband!jack cooks for you both you read him your favourite chapters of "democracy" by joan didion in the kitchen every night and it remains a pillar in your routine despite the tumult

during your hard times jack is serving peak husbandry doing the washing, cooking and cleaning

when he's on his lunch break at the office you get text messages like this:

always makes sure that you take your medication (if you take any) at the exact times its supposed to be at and has little alarms on his phone

husband!jack would increase his acts of service to 1000% like that man would be taking your row boots into the cobbler for a new sole

would bring home flowers without a special occasion, just cause

would without a doubt bring out those STELLAR accents just to see you smile

disclaimer: this is all obviously fiction and i do not know this man nor how he calms anyone down, this is all for some fun distraction in these trying times.

to anyone struggling with the results and its ramifications (same here) i would really encourage you to read this beautiful (free) essay from alanabanaxox on patreon: https://www.patreon.com/posts/i-miss-dancing-115580140?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_fan&utm_content=web_share

[sl0t4matt]

hard launch with hector fort 🙏🏻🙏🏻

h. fort | hard launch

love love this trope. thank u, anon!! also added a few more posts than just the hard launch hope u don’t mind :)

youruser kinda in my wag era rn

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yourbestfriend hottest wag

╰┈➤ youruser luv u

random who’s she and why is she with hector

╰┈➤ random prolly his gf

hctorforrt_ i still don’t know what that means

╰┈➤ youruser r u slow i told you like 10 times

lamineyamal thank god i can’t keep secrets

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marcguiu9 someone took my bitch

╰┈➤ youruser bohoo 🥺

╰┈➤ hctorforrt_ marc 😫🫃

╰┈➤ youruser homosexuals

╰┈➤ random theyre dating atp

╰┈➤ random LMAO i love her 😭

random noo hector 😓

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lamineyamal gonna be a long ass era

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hctorforrt_ still not sure how i pulled this 

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youruser ur cute

random hottest couple

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random crying rn she’s pretty tho

fcbarcelona champ on and off the pitch 🤙

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╰┈➤ random fr both hot af

marcguiu9 i accept i guess

╰┈➤ youruser thank you for your blessing🙏🏼

_ferminlopez my kids

╰┈➤ random daddy

╰┈➤ _ferminlopez come again?

╰┈➤ random oh

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╰┈➤ youruser omg you caught me 😰

╰┈➤ hctorforrt_ lmao

╰┈➤ random she’s a model i’m sure she has her own money

433 goat good luck!

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hctorforrt_ added to their story

hctorforrt_ she said she would look “so sexy” pregnant

╰┈➤ youruser bitch why would u post that (i would totally rock being preggo)

hctorforrt_ wym you always look good (only with my children tho)

youruser you flirt 🤭 also i’m totally not letting you get away with this

hctorforrt_ yeah sure

hctorforrt_ i was zipping up her dress lol

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youruser stop talking big you literally couldn’t do it for shit

╰┈➤ hctorforrt_ i did it in the end tho

╰┈➤ youruser yeah when we were already late

random the last one 😍 she’s so cute

lamineyamal papi when r u posting yourself 🥵

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╰┈➤ paucubarsi i miss his face too 😔

╰┈➤ marcguiu9 me three

╰┈➤ youruser ew

╰┈➤ random they are so funny 😭

youruser i’m gonna get revenge for the story wait up

╰┈➤ hctorforrt_ shivers down my spine 😱

╰┈➤ youruser okay bitch it just got worse

paucubarsi i think she has something on her nose

╰┈➤ hctorforrt_ omg really bro 😱

╰┈➤ youruser leave him alone 🙄

random it’s always the models

╰┈➤ random literally stop calling yourself a fan when you say shit like that

╰┈➤ random just let him be happy omg?!

youruser i’m kind of liking this wag lifestyle

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marcguiu9 JAJAJAJAJA

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random omg haha hector looks so cute in that picture

lamineyamal slaying fr

╰┈➤ youruser ate fr

paucubarsi the pic of hector is killing me

╰┈➤youruser u and everyone else

hctorforrt_ you’re evil

╰┈➤ youruser it’s your own fault 🥱

hctorforrt_ just because i’m in love w u doesn’t mean u can do shit like that!!!

╰┈➤ youruser aw you’re in love with me 🤭

lamineyamal nah deserved after that story

╰┈➤ youruser i know right!

╰┈➤ paucubarsi fr did you dirty with that

╰┈➤ hctorforrt_ you’re supposed to be MY friends?!

╰┈➤ youruser hah! they love me more

fcbarcelona hector always been a culer 💙❤️

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[valkyrieromanoff]

God bless your dad's genetics… Dilf! Anakin x son’s girlfriend!reader

PREVIOUS NEXT

CHAPTER SEVEN: SIPS AND SECRETS

synopsis: during a family dinner, Padmé can't resist throwing barbs to her husband and daughter-in-law.

warning: age gap (Anakin is 44 years old and the reader is in her early 20s), cheating, alternate universe, angst  

w: 2.8k

a/n: hello there, honestly, I wasn't very happy with the result, but this fight needed to happen anyway, as we're reaching the final stretch, there are 3 chapters left. I hope you liked it ;)

Sometimes I see the future sometimes I'm not so bright Sometimes you're looking for a fight

The moment you stepped into the dining room, the shift in energy hit you like a wall. Beneath the clinking of cutlery, the murmur of conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter, an undercurrent of tension simmered. It was invisible but palpable, a quiet hum that tightened the air, making it feel heavier.

The table was smaller tonight—intimate, only set for the Skywalker family and the twins’ partners. The reduced space amplified everything, each glance and word carrying extra weight.

You made your way to your seat beside Luke, eyes fixed on the floor. The high heels you wore required focus, or at least that’s what you told yourself. In reality, it was easier than meeting Anakin’s gaze. You didn’t need to see his face to know it would betray everything—each stolen touch, every lingering kiss.

“We lost you after the massage,” Leia remarked, her tone light but eyes sharp, watching as you slid into your seat.

“Oh.” The word escaped, more breath than voice. Memories flooded back—Anakin’s hands on your body, your fingers tracing his scars, the heat of his breath against your skin. You forced a smile, shaking the thoughts away like droplets of water. “I, uh… left early. Needed some air.” You laughed, the sound brittle. “I’m not used to those things.”

Padmé’s eyes lingered on you for a moment, the silence stretching just a beat too long. Her smile was polite, but there was something beneath it—something sharp, calculating.

“Fresh air can be… illuminating,” she said smoothly, swirling the wine in her glass. “Sometimes, it helps clear away more than just tension.” Her eyes met yours, a flicker of something unspoken passing between you, before she looked away, the smile never quite reaching her eyes.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” she added, her tone light but edged with a quiet challenge.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, Padmé’s words slicing through the room like a blade hidden in silk. Her brown eyes, usually warm and maternal, carried a glint of something harder—something that made the wine in your glass feel heavier. You swallowed, letting the liquid soothe your dry throat as you forced yourself to respond.

“Yeah, I think so,” you murmured, the words tentative, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips. For a fleeting moment, your mind wandered to Anakin—the weight of his hands, the warmth of his breath, the way he made you feel like the only person in the world.

The moment stretched into silence, thick and awkward, before Han—ever oblivious—broke it.

“Well,” he began, puffing out his chest in mock bravado. “Guess it’s time to tell everyone the big news—I’m marrying Leia!”

The table froze, all eyes shifting to Leia. Her brows furrowed, her lips parting in disbelief.

“What?” she asked flatly, shooting him a glare sharp enough to cut steel. “He’s joking,” she added, voice steady but brimming with irritation.

“I’m not!” Han protested, his grin faltering.

Leia gave a tight smile, shaking her head. “I have professional aspirations before I think about getting married. Let’s focus on those, okay?” Her tone carried finality, her eyes flashing a warning at her boyfriend.

Anakin cleared his throat, leaning back in his chair. “She’s right,” he said calmly, though there was a weight to his words that made you glance at him. “Marriage isn’t something to rush into. You need to be sure it’s what you both truly want.”

His voice was steady, almost fatherly, but there was something beneath it—hurt, resignation, and a bitter edge smoothed over by careful phrasing.

Padmé’s gaze flicked toward him, her lips pressing into a tight line. She took a deliberate sip of her wine, her movements slow, precise. The room seemed to hold its breath.

“You wouldn’t want to find yourself tied to someone,” she began softly, her tone light yet cutting, “only to realize, years later, that the connection feels more like a burden.” Her words lingered, heavy and pointed, her eyes locking onto Anakin’s.

Anakin’s jaw tensed almost imperceptibly, his fingers tightening around the base of his glass. The air around the table grew taut, the subtext of her comment rippling through the conversation like an undercurrent.

Leia, oblivious to the shift in tension, rolled her eyes at Han. “See? Even mom agrees. Let’s drop the topic, okay?”

Han laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. “Right. Sure. Just putting it out there…”

Padmé smiled faintly, the expression as polite as it was hollow. Her eyes didn’t leave Anakin’s, even as she took another sip of her wine, savoring the silence that followed her barb.

Your pulse quickened as the exchange settled over the table. You risked a glance at Anakin, who met your gaze briefly, his eyes unreadable. Whatever Padmé meant—whatever she knew—it was clear that this dinner wasn’t going to pass without more of these subtle, stinging reminders.

Padmé set her glass down with a soft clink, the faint sound unnervingly loud in the tension-filled air. She turned her gaze toward Luke, her smile now softer, warmer—untainted by the subtle hostility she’d just aimed at her husband.

“Luke, how’s your project coming along?” she asked smoothly, steering the conversation toward safer waters.

Luke brightened, oblivious to the undercurrent that had just rippled through the table. “It’s going great! We’re working on some new designs that could revolutionize efficiency in transport tech. I’ve been meaning to tell you—there’s a possibility of a grant next quarter if we hit our benchmarks.”

“That’s wonderful,” Padmé said warmly, her demeanor a flawless mask of maternal pride. “You’ve worked so hard for this; I’m glad to see it paying off.”

You nodded along, grateful for the reprieve, even as the guilt twisted deeper. Luke’s enthusiasm was contagious, his smile lighting up the table, but your stomach churned with every kind word he spoke.

“And you,” Padmé said, turning her gaze to you, her tone still deceptively light. “What do you think of Luke’s work? He’s mentioned you’ve been a good sounding board for his ideas.”

The question hit like a jab, though it was cloaked in politeness. Your breath hitched, and you reached for your wine glass, taking a long sip to buy yourself time. “I think it’s incredible,” you said, forcing a smile. “He’s so dedicated… and passionate about what he does.”

Luke beamed at the compliment, but Padmé’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, the faintest shadow of a smirk curling her lips. “Yes, passion can be such a powerful thing,” she murmured, her gaze flicking briefly to Anakin. “It drives us, inspires us… but it can also lead us astray if we’re not careful.”

Anakin’s knife scraped against his plate, the sound grating, his jaw tightening as he took a deliberate sip of his drink.

“I’m so happy to know that my son is dating someone so loyal,” Padmé said smoothly, her tone light but her words cutting like glass. Her eyes flicked toward you, the faintest curve of her lips betraying her satisfaction. “Loyalty is such an important value in our family.”

The comment hung in the air, laced with unspoken meaning. You froze, the wine glass trembling slightly in your grasp. It wasn’t just a comment—it was a warning, a reprimand for what you’d done. For the betrayal you’d committed.

“Did I miss something, Mom?” Luke asked, his brows furrowing as he glanced between you and Padmé, confusion etched on his face. “Until yesterday, you seemed to like her. Now you’re finding a problem with my girlfriend?”

Padmé smiled softly, her expression a portrait of practiced serenity. “Of course not, dear. I think she’s lovely.” Her tone shifted, becoming sharper, almost playful. “But who knows? Maybe your dear girlfriend knows something I don’t.” Her gaze flicked to you, her eyebrow arching in a subtle challenge.

Luke turned to you, his confusion deepening. He raised a brow, silently asking, What is she talking about?

You avoided his eyes, focusing instead on the glass in your hand as if it held all the answers. The best you could muster was a feigned expression of confusion, a carefully practiced blankness that felt like your only defense.

Padmé leaned back slightly, her smile widening. “You know, it’s interesting. You two are dating, but she’s so rarely by your side, Luke. I even thought I saw her in the sauna earlier, but… oh no.” She let out a light laugh, shaking her head. “It was your father. How silly of me.”

The words hit the table like a bomb, her casual tone doing nothing to mask the sharp edge of the accusation.

Anakin’s hand tightened around his fork, his jaw clenching for a moment before he placed the utensil down with deliberate care. His blue eyes met Padmé’s, his gaze cold and steady.

“If you’ve got something to say, Padmé,” he said, his voice low and controlled, “why don’t you get straight to the point instead of scheming your way around it?”

Padmé tilted her head, her expression unflinching. “Do you want me to be honest, Anakin?” she replied, her voice a perfect mix of feigned innocence and quiet steel. “How about you start talking instead of going after your son's girlfriend behind his back.” 

Padmé’s words hung in the air, heavier than the steam in the sauna you’d been in earlier. Every sound in the room seemed to fade—the clink of utensils, the faint hum of the ship—leaving only the pounding of your heart in your ears.

Luke froze mid-motion, his fork suspended in the air. “What… what did you just say?” His voice was low, almost disbelieving, as if he hadn’t heard her correctly. His eyes darted to you, then to Anakin, searching for an answer.

You felt the blood drain from your face, your stomach twisting painfully. “I… I don’t know what she’s talking about,” you stammered, forcing a laugh that came out strained and brittle. “This must be some kind of misunderstanding.”

Anakin’s jaw tightened, his knuckles white as his hand clenched the edge of the table. He exhaled slowly, trying to keep his composure. “Padmé, don’t do this,” he said, his voice low, warning.

Padmé leaned forward, her gaze sharp as a blade. “Oh, don’t do what, Anakin? Tell the truth? I think it’s time someone did.”

Luke looked between his parents, his face a mix of confusion and growing anger. “Can someone explain what the hell is going on?” he demanded, his voice louder now.

Padmé’s eyes didn’t leave Anakin as she spoke, her tone icy. “Your girlfriend and your father seem to have been spending quite a bit of time together lately. Disappearing at the same moments, sneaking off during family events…” She tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a humorless smile. “Or maybe I just imagined her in the pool with him earlier. The way they looked at each other—so… intimate.”

“No!” The word burst out of you before you could stop it, panic threading through your voice. “That’s not true! We weren’t—”

“Enough.” Padmé cut you off, her gaze snapping to you. “Don’t insult my intelligence. I saw you.”

Luke’s face was pale now, his hands gripping the table as if to steady himself. “Is this true?” he asked, his voice shaking. “Tell me this isn’t true.”

Anakin finally spoke, his voice tight, controlled. “Luke, it’s not what it looks like.”

“Then what is it?” Luke shot back, his voice rising. “Because it looks exactly like what Mom is saying!”

“Luke, calm down,” Anakin said, his tone firm but lacking conviction. His eyes flicked to Padmé, a silent plea for her to stop.

But she wasn’t done. “Why don’t you ask them where they were during the massage?” she suggested, her tone deceptively light. “Or why they both disappeared at the same time after dinner the other night?”

You felt like the walls were closing in, your breathing shallow and unsteady. “It’s not what you think,” you said weakly, but the words felt hollow even to you.

Padmé laughed softly, humorless. “Not what I think? Then tell me, dear, what should I think? Because from where I’m sitting, the truth is painfully clear.”

Luke pushed his chair back abruptly, the screech of wood against the floor making you flinch. He stood, his hands raking through his hair as he paced. “This is insane,” he muttered. “This can’t be happening.”

Anakin stood too, his movements slow and deliberate, as if trying to contain a volcano threatening to erupt. “Padmé, this is enough,” he said, his voice sharp now. “You’re making assumptions based on nothing.”

“Nothing?” she repeated, her voice rising slightly. “I saw you, Anakin.”

Luke turned back to you, his face twisted with disbelief and hurt. “Say something,” he demanded. “Tell me this isn’t true.”

Your mouth opened, but no words came out. Each attempt to speak caught in your throat, choked by Padmé’s accusations, Luke’s piercing stare, and the unbearable weight of your guilt. You felt trapped, exposed, with nowhere to hide from the storm brewing at the table.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, your voice barely audible, the words hollow even to your own ears.

Padmé’s gaze bore into you, unrelenting. Before she could speak again, Anakin pushed his chair back abruptly, the legs screeching against the floor as he stood. “What’s with this little show, Padmé?” he snapped, frustration etched into every line of his face. “Let’s not pretend our marriage is anything more than a sham. It’s been that way for over ten years! A little late to be jealous, don’t you think?”

He gestured broadly, knocking over his chair in the process. The crash echoed in the tense silence, his fury radiating across the room. “I don’t make a scene every time you spend the night with someone else,” he continued, his voice rising, “but of course, you had to take it here.”

Padmé’s composure cracked, her calm mask giving way to visible anger. She stood, her hands gripping the edge of the table, her voice low and cutting. “You think this is about jealousy? About us?” Her laugh was cold, mirthless. “Fuck, Anakin. I’m not sleeping with our children’s partners. That’s low, even for you.”

The accusation hung in the air like a knife, the finality of her words silencing everyone at the table.

Luke turned to you, his expression unreadable at first, his silence more terrifying than any outburst. Finally, he spoke, his voice brittle, edged with disbelief. “Is that true?” he asked, each word cutting like broken glass. “You and my dad?”

You shrank in your chair, your heart pounding as you forced yourself to answer. “Luke, I’m… I’m sorry. But we were just pretending. We weren’t really dating.” The excuse tumbled out before you could stop it, as if that would somehow make this better.

Luke laughed, a bitter, humorless sound that made your stomach churn. “Oh. Okay,” he said, nodding as if processing the revelation. Then his voice broke, loud and venomous. “So you’re telling me you not being my girlfriend makes the fact that you're fucking my dad fine?”

“Luke,” Anakin interjected, stepping forward, his tone commanding but strained.

“Don’t,” Luke snapped, holding up a hand to stop him. “Don’t even try to explain this, Dad. How—” His voice cracked, raw with emotion. “How could you do this? To me? To her?” His eyes darted toward Padmé, whose silence now felt louder than anything else in the room.

“Luke, listen,” Anakin began, his tone softening, but Luke shook his head violently.

“Listen to what?” Luke demanded, his voice breaking. “You betrayed Mom. You betrayed me. What could you possibly say to make this okay?”

Anakin’s jaw tightened, his hands clenching at his sides. He took a deep breath but said nothing, his eyes flicking toward Padmé as if searching for support.

Padmé let out a sharp exhale, stepping away from the table, her voice icy. “You don’t get to play the victim here, Anakin. Not after this. And you…” Her eyes turned to you, and the disappointment there was unbearable. “I welcomed you into this family. I trusted you.”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” you said weakly, tears stinging your eyes. “It wasn’t—”

“Spare me,” Padmé interrupted, her voice calm but laced with venom. “You knew exactly what you were doing. Both of you did.”

Luke shoved his chair back, the sound grating. “I can’t… I can’t do this right now,” he muttered, his voice breaking as he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

The silence that followed was deafening. Anakin stood frozen, his eyes dark with guilt and frustration, while Padmé stared at him with an expression that seemed to pierce through him.

Finally, she spoke, her voice quieter but no less cutting. “I hope it was worth it, Anakin. Whatever this was. I hope she was worth all of this.”

Without waiting for a response, Padmé turned and left the room, her footsteps echoing down the hallway.

Anakin stood there for a long moment, his hands on the table, his head bowed. You sat frozen in your seat, your pulse pounding, the weight of what had just happened pressing down like a crushing tide.

“I’ll talk to him,” Anakin finally said, his voice hoarse. “Give him time.”

You nodded numbly, but deep down, you knew that the damage was already done.

[pandorxxx]

Hi I love your stories I was wondering if u could write about the reader twerking or showing Kiri how to twerk human/na'vi and either neteyam or lo'ak walks in I'll let u decide therest.Bye

Private dance

Lo’ak x Avatar fem reader (all aged up)

Warning: smut!! cursing, p in v, (lo’ak being an ass man), oral, hair pulling, creampie, praise link, slight daddy kink

🔞mdni🔞

“Y/n, I’ll never get this!” Kiri laughed, turning around to you as you giggled at her. You had been trying to teach kiri how to twerk for the last 20 minutes, and she was having the hardest time. She had no rhythm, respectfully, and you understood why.

You, however, had been living with the Navi in your avatar body for a couple of years now. So it was safe to say you inherited rhythm from your past life. You were also very “blessed from behind” as kiri liked to say. Thank God norm was able to keep your similar body type for your avatar.

“Listen to the beat of the song, and just go for it. It’s not that hard, I promise.” You explain, standing up from the chair to walk over to your hopeless friend. She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.

“That’s easy for you to say! Look at all of this!” She laughed, smacking your ass before gripping it. You gasped, swatting her hand away jokingly.“Heyyy! Hands off.” You laughed, pointing your finger at her before you swiftly hopped on the table.

“Just sit back, and watch me. Play the song.” You spoke softly, putting your hair in a ponytail.“Oh, gladly.” Kiri smirked, grabbing your phone to play the song.

“Now, you don’t even need all of this to twerk. It just helps, but it’s not necessary.” You explained, turning around on the table so she could get a good look at your ass.

“Mhmm.” Kiri hummed, in awe at the way it jiggled with no effort. She pressed play on your phone, song ringing out across the lab. “Now just watch, ok?” You spoke, turning all the way around, moving your legs for your ass to shake.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” She spoke in a trance-like tone, watching your ass bounce with every beat of the song. Kiri was knocked out of her trance due to the lab door swinging open to reveal lo’ak. His ears perked at the song before turning his attention to you, on the table giving his sister the show of her life.

“Godddamnnn.” Lo’ak whispered, rubbing his hand down his face, opening his eyes wider to make sure he was seeing correctly.

“Shhh! Don’t interrupt her!” Kiri snapped, still making sure to keep her voice down so you wouldn’t hear her. All of the sudden, you bent over slowly, placing your hands on the table as you dropped into a split, slowly, creating beautiful recoil. The siblings jaws dropped, watching you practically hump the table with a constant up and down motion.

“Kiri, mom wants you.” Lo’ak spoke, still keeping his eyes on you. “Are you lying?” Kiri snapped her head towards her hypnotized brother.

“No, she really does want you.” Lo’ak answered, licking his lips as he watched you get up, repeating the same movements again.

“Ugh! If you’re fucking lying, I swear!” She whispered, standing up swiftly, exiting out of the door. Lo’ak took this as an opportunity to lock the door behind her, making sure no one could come in.

He swiftly made his way over to the chair that was previously occupied by Kiri. He reached over to your phone, pressing pause on the song. You stopped your movements instantly.

“Kiri, what the h-“ you started, being completely taken by surprise when you turned around. Lo’ak was slouched in the chair, looking up at you through his long braids.

“Hey…” was all he said in his melodic tone, leaning back in the chair before adjusting his hips. You gulped loudly, looking around the room.

“w-where’s kiri?” You asked with a nervous chuckle, bending down to hop off of the table.

“She had some shit to take care of, don’t worry about it.” He spoke, getting up to walk closer to you. You were now visibly nervous, and embarrassed. You backed away until the table met your back.

“How long have you been in here?” You asked nervously, holding onto the edge of the table as he came face to face with you.

“Long enough.” He spoke, licking his lips as he looked you up and down. “You wanna show me what you were doing up here? Make my day, baby.” He smirked, reaching around to palm your ass. You gasped before chewing on your bottom lip in arousal.

“How do you want me?” You asked in your sweet tone, looking into his lustful eyes. He chuckled, sliding his hands up your waist, flipping you over quickly.

“Like this.” He growled in your ear, using his hands to back you into him. You held onto the edge of the table, backing yourself into him with your lip in between your teeth.

“Can I take this shit off? Please?” He pouted, untying your loincloth from your tail. You used your tail to wrap around his torso, bringing him closer.

“Mhmm take yours off too. I’ve been dying to feel you.” You whined as your loincloth dropped to the ground. He gave your ass a hard smack before untying his own loincloth.

“Dying to feel me, huh? I’m gonna make you feel it, don’t worry about that.” He growled in your ear, letting his loincloth drop to the ground. He palmed himself, slapping his cock on your ass a few times before rubbing it in between your folds.

“You ready for me, mama?” He whispered, lining his cock up with your entrance, drawing circles around the hole to tease you. You nodded frantically, back into him again. He took that as a sign to slide into you slowly, both of you letting out a series of moans.

“So wet for me, huh?” He asked, kissing your neck as he sped up the pace. You moaned in response, feeling his tip graze your sweetspot with every thrust.

You were at a standstill, so engulfed by the pleasure he was giving you. “Oh come on, baby. Throw that shit back for me. I know you know how to.” He whispered, grabbing your ponytail, using it as leverage to completely destroy you.

“Lo’aaaaak!” You whined, bending down slightly, meeting his thrusts halfway. His mouth flew opened, watching your ass slap against his pelvis with every meeting. “Mmm juuuust like that, don’t fucking stop!” He muttered through gritted teeth, running a hand down his face in disbelief. He was completely tranced by your movements, so close to letting go inside of you. He smacked your ass one good time, leaving a prominent hand print.

“Shiiiit! It’s s-sooo good!” You moaned, throwing it back on him hard, chasing the orgasm that lingered in your lower abdomen.

“Mmm, you’re doing so good baby. Taking this dick so well.” He growled, wrapping your ponytail around his forearm, rolling his hips into yours. He was so deep, it felt like he was in your fucking chest, and God did it feel good.

“You’re so fucking big, lo’ak!” You whined, reaching around to grip his arm, using it as leverage to go crazy on him.

“Ohhh fuuck! Keep talking to me like that baby!” He growled, meeting you half way with deep strokes.

“You’re g-gonna make me fucking cum!” You moaned, tucking your lip in between your teeth with a slight roll of your eyes.

“Mhmm cum on this dick, baby! I wanna see that shit!” He grunted, snaking your ass once more. You placed your knee on the table, bending all the way down so that he could get a good view, still bouncing your ass on him.

“c-can you see it, daddy?” You stuttered, placing your hands flat on the table, looking back at him. His jaw dropped, watching and listening to the squelching noises that came from each thrust.

“Ohh, babygirl. You want me to cum in this pussy don’t you?” He asked, placing both of his hands on your hips, using them to bring you back on him.

“Mhmm, please?” You whimpered, feeling that knot in your stomach unravel. He felt you clenching around him, signaling that you were about to cum.

“Come on baby, give it to me!” He spoke breathily, rutting into you at the speed of light. Your face scrunched up in pleasure before you let go on him. Every stroke revealing his cream coated cock.

“Shiiit, girl! Im about to paint this pussy!” He growled, cock twitching inside of you before he let his seed paint your walls.

“Yes! yes! yes!” You chanted with every slow stroke he sent you, helping both of you ride out your highs.

“Mmm, you’re such a good girl for me.” He growled, spreading your cheeks opened to watch your juices collide with his. He smacked your ass for the last time, pulling out of you slowly. You turned around, getting on your knees for him. Immediately sucking him clean as he looked down at you with a predatory gaze, caressing the back of your head.

“That ass is mine, right?” He asked,watching you stand in-front of him. You took both of his hands, placing them on your ass as you looked up at him with nothing but lust.

“It’s all yours, baby…”

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[imtomiee]

LOOKISM 504 COMMENTARY RAHHH (Or an entire post of gun dickridding😎🔥)

Guys look who won the idgaf war

I would've said pick me but if I was there instead of daniel I'd also hit him with the "please don't fight you're not like this 🥺"

My ass if that would work on him tho lol rip

What did he eat in that junkyard? Maybe its the lead batteries with a side of diesel milkshake 😍 whew wtv it was god bless 🙏🙏🙏

AGHH FUCK WHAT- HELP THE DIESEL JUST HIT 😨⛽️⛽️

Oh nvm he eats sushi fancy pants mcgee over here and he has the whole fish spread out as well (same)

MY FRENCH FINAL SCORE IS 72?? hey google whats daddy in fre-😦....... d'accord, tant pis...merci

Mkay its not a lot-

W H A T‼️

Bro this is ww2 but instead of germany we have gun 🙏

Conclusion: this was a really good chapter and I can't physically wait for chapter...cha...505‼️⁉️BUT I CRUMBLE COMPLETELY WHENNN YOUUU CRYY🗣🗣🗣🔥

[kuyurasu]

Spider Lily

Dottore x Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Summary ; Soulmates are tied with their lifespan. After being sold to a man as a slave in sumeru, you forgot about the boy you had saved as a child. He didn't.

WC ; an obsene amount

Reading time ; depends.

Warnings ; a fuck ton. Porn with plot, p in v, mentions of rape and sodomy BUT NOT APPLIED or discussed in further chaps, trauma, severe abuse, slavery, suicidal thoughts, realistic healing, dark side of teyvat basically, heavy sexual content in the future, oral (m+w), praise, degradation, spanking, dom/sub, rough, soft, sweet, mean idc just being rabbits., so many more... don't be nervous, I'm just a little pinch of mentally insane.

... Haunting Adeline, anyone?

Authors note : Enjoy and sorry for being MIA, life fucking me hard-core in the ass. Also, I don't care who reads this. I'm not your fucking mom. I ain't gonna tell you what to read.

Perhaps it was a cruel fate that brought you to where you are now. Something messed up the fairytale, princess wonderland story you were supposed to be in. and somehow, you were here.

If you could curse the gods above, Celestia, and everything, you would. But physically, your tongue was tied. Incapable of muttering but a few words. It was a cruel world to be living in, and while others were blessed, you were in the dirt. Beneath all of them. A slave, they called you. Your own father sold you just so your mother couldn't save you, run away, or live without having a slave tattoo etched on your wrist.

Your father was a cruel man. Heartless, even. He didn't see anything wrong with abuse, it seemed, or treating his daughter or wife like cattle. He cut off the tip of your tongue when you screamed and fought with him as he sold your older brother, ultimately resulting in his death. He broke your bones and scarred your flesh beyond recognition. And then sold you away.

It was when you were 4 years old, though, that you first met the emotion of happiness. It was soft and warm. It started in the center of your chest and slowly spread out to your entire brain. It was definitely infected, yet so beautiful.

"Are you okay?" You asked softly, your eyes softening at the little boy in front of you. He was dirty and breathing heavily, yet he was wearing nice Sumeru clothing. It made your heart ache that he was clearly better than you, and yet, your slightly shorter tongue couldn't stop itself from speaking to him. Your voice was shaky and raspy from years of silence.

The little boy did not seem to mind; he actually had a fascinated look in his eyes at the sight of her semi-cut tongue.

The boy looked around frantically, though, at the sound of yells and searches among the villagers. They were looking for him.

"Please, help me." He asked for you. His bright red eyes were the only thing you could make out from the night sky, the mud covering his body, and his trembling form. Regardless, something struck a chord in your heart to help him. Perhaps it was something that you knew would be direct disobedience to your father, but helping anyone and getting back at him was all that pushed you to help the little boy.

You ran into the house, not even bothering to hide your footsteps until you made it to the small cabinet that hid the medical kit. The forest rangers provided every household in the rainforest with them, and who knew you would be using them on someone other than yourself and your mother?

You ran from the house, soft little breaths escaping your lips as you made it back to the boy with little time passing. You were secretly surprised your father did not hear you, so he must be out somewhere.

"H-Here." You crouched next to him, holding out the medkit to him. The red-eyed boy deftly began to pull everything out and use the supplies with unexpected accuracy for a little child.

You looked up nervously, watching the group of villagers go in hoards as they looked for someone—the little boy, not that you knew that. Not that he told you. He wrapped his injured foot and hand before catching sight of the slavery tattoo branded on your wrist. "What's that?" He asked quietly, his small, pale hand grasping your wrist before you could hide it.

You were stunned into silence for a moment, speechless as to what to say in response. You swallowed before answering, "My father wishes to sell me to Hadanish."

"The slave owner near the desert?"

You gave a small, reluctant nod in response to his inquiry, knowing it was something to be ashamed of, even terrified of. The muddy boy grabbed your shoulders, pulling you close.

"Come with me." He pleaded with you. How could he let the little girl who saved him go into slavery? It would kill him alive. No one has ever shown him kindness before you. He couldn't let his savior just die. He knew what happened to slaves, especially women. He was disgusted at the mere concept of you being in the clutches of Hadanish, a man known for his rape, sodomy, and abuse. You already looked to have experienced hell; he couldn't bear thinking of you experiencing more of it.

"N-No, I mustn't... I have to stay with my mother. sh-she needs me."

He grasped the little girl's cheeks, making them muddy as well, while the yells and hollers of the villagers looking for someone persisted. He shook his head, seeing the tears in the little girl's eyes. It was sad that you already seemed so grown up. "You saved me. I will never forget this. I will save you, I swear." He whispered to you, his heart breaking as he knew he had to leave. He had to go now.

You stammered slightly, your heart pounding in your chest, as you began to watch the little boy stand, taking the medkit with him. "W-Wait!" She called out for him, and luckily, he did pause. "What's your name?" She asked him softly, receiving a faint smile from him.

"Zandik, and yours?"

You whispered your name, only for him to nod and run off into the night.

It has been over 500 years since you were alive. It was weird considering you thought that you'd have been passing away like any normal person... But when you got to 40 years old and you still hadn't aged past 23, you knew something was wrong.

So did Hadanish, but he took advantage of it. He knew that as a slave who had no signs of age or death, you were like the perfect worker. It wasn't until your bones ached and threatened to break after hours of labor that he let you rest, only to get about 5 hours of sleep, and that's being very generous. He sent you to nation after nation in chains as a walking slave to serve from master to master; you wouldn't be surprised if everyone forgot about you—just something like a package for them.

Slowly, over the span of 200 years, you began to believe them. Tormented by what you saw through the ages, by the age of 396, you were so deep and lost in your own mind that it was like all you could think about was doing your labor. Until your bones break, until you throw up and can't think about your own name, until you forget to be.

It was at age 512, 5 years ago, that some person helped you. Practically saved you, as you were near death one particular night.

That morning, you woke up to a strange, nagging feeling. Something is screaming in your brain to get out of there. It was weird. After all the years you had spent completely alone in your head while your body got abused left and right, it was odd to hear a sense of self-preservation still remaining.

It was before 4 a.m. on a Wednesday when you got that dreadful feeling. It was something that you had never truly experienced before. Something in your gut told you that if you did not leave in less than 10 minutes, you'd never wake up again.

Carefully and strategically, you stood; being used to the chains that clamped down on your ankles, you shuffled silently to your current master. Asleep, unaware of whatever danger was lurking near the camp. It set your teeth on edge, the approaching lethalness, but the best you could do right now was get the hell out of there.

Your heart pounded and ached in your chest. It had been so long since you felt like hope was even possible in your situation. Maybe it was when you turned 124 that you stopped believing? You forgot. It didn't matter now. To hell with all the past grievances, you were getting out. Today.

With a shakiness you hadn't experienced in awhile, you reached for your master's pocket. The dogs around you, also chained to the metal post, did not stir. Neither did any of the other people as you slipped your hand around your key—a delicate yellow shade. It caused your breath to stutter as you weakly walked behind one of the tents, carefully unlocking your chains, as the idea of them waking up to their prized forever slave to be escaping...

Yet they were trusting. In over a decade of events and masters, you had never once tried to escape. Before today. It was because, at the ripe age of 4, you were already out working for your father—minor tasks, but still. Then you joined your brother; it was ingrained in your very soul to be a slave. To be a worker. They trusted that their product wasn't even aware she could escape. but they underestimated the power of instincts and wanting to remain alive, even for you.

The key twisted, and the lock came undone a second more. It was like time froze for a long, agonizing second, waiting and listening to anyone waking up to the betrayal—no, the resistance of a slave.

When nothing happened, you took off in a sprint. It felt so weird to fully extend your weak, shaky legs, but you told yourself that it was the most freeing, beautiful feeling. The nation of Natlan was beautiful yet savage; the land was not suited for the unfit, yet luckily for you, being a slave that worked until the skin was completely off your feet and bleeding, you were quite capable of this. It was like the pain of you running for hours on end didn't even phase you; the wheeze of your breaths did not stop you, nor did the trembling of your legs to take a breath prevent you from running all the way until you physically collapsed on the sands of Fonatine, laughing like a fool.

It had been far, far too long since you smiled and laughed until you were gasping for air while your legs trembled. Sore and probably having broken bones from your relentless running, while your head was spinning with exhaustion and dehydration. You were on a delirium high, dying as you lay on the beach.

After so long, you had basically killed yourself by escaping. It didn't make you sad; in fact, you laughed even more. Until you were puking up the water and bread from yesterday's lunch. It was hilarious!

You did all this just to die! It was so...

So… beautiful! It was like nothing you had ever experienced before. A crazed expression on your face as suddenly you could not laugh anymore. Your chest was just falling and rising rapidly while your heart rate shot up to levels you'd never felt before. looking up into the sky with wide, shaky eyes.

For some reason, the little boy you helped when you were just a small child flashed before your eyes. Oh yeah. Did he live a good life? You wondered, Did he suffer but escape earlier than you? Should you have accepted his offer to escape?

Maybe you did have a regret in your miserable life. The one choice you could've made could've changed your very life. What would it have looked like? Would your brother have lived?

"H-Hold me." You whispered out, unable to even lift a finger as you stared up in the sky, unable to breathe any longer as, for some reason, it was like life had swept under your feet...

The water dripped slowly. Just dripping in her open mouth to slowly hydrate her body so as not to put her in shock. Foolish girl, she already looked like she had put her heart through a shock. It was lucky she was even barely alive. Although he couldn't necessarily blame her, not after seeing the several slave tattoos all over her body when cleaning her up.

Perhaps it's for the best that she did such a thing, so she knows what life feels like. Overwhelming would be an understatement. He would probably tell her to look after that insanity she felt for that short amount of time; perhaps she could find life where she found death.

Maybe.

He would have to report to the doctor that he would not be coming back until tomorrow, which did worry him slightly. but if he told the harbinger that he had found another rare experiment item, he would let it pass.

"Foolish girl. The world has done you cruelty, yet I have to use this tactic. Sigh." The man gently placed a damp cloth atop her forehead, cooling down the fever ravaging her insides. She would take a while to heal, but that was why he was here. As a Fatui operative, he had never truly saved a life. It felt nice.

Perhaps she would be suited for a life in Snezhnaya; who knows? All he knew in this moment was that she was dying.

"Your soulmate is probably waiting for you somewhere. C'mon, foolish girl, wake up for them."

[goodlucksnez]

Is h/azbin snez peeps still around?

we;; either way...ENJOY

DO NOT REBLOG TO NON-KINK BLOGS

MINORS FUCK OFF

cw/tw: Sneezing (duh), hitching, mentions of s/ex w/orkers, glitching, sfx of robotic sounds and computer things, implied romance

I swallowed my pride and finally made a wav with the moth! I cannot do accents so I tried my best

Also sticking with the headcannon V/ox has bad allergies to pollen in hell.

transcript below:

*Vox snez*

Hmm. Blessing. Ohh. That's the fifth time today mi amor …Is it already that time of year?

Don't even. Go there, Val.

You know this happens to you every now and again.

I know, I know every. Fucking tree. It hell deciders to…to. *snez* fuckin hell bloom

If this is how you are in hell. I would love to see you when you were alive I bet it was so entertaining.

Not really. Although they did have medicine. The best I can here do here is drink myself to...

Mi Television. I can tell you feel awful.

And yet you seem in high spirits. Do I want to know?

 You know I'm a proprietor of kinks , mi amor I’m surprised you have to ask

Uh. I appreciate the sentiment.…*snez*  I don't think I'm in the mood right now to play.

Very well, very well. I’ll take your confession.

 What confession?

That you need my help and I'll let you be.

*hitching*.

Really convincing there. Come on, voxy. You know you need me. You never get over those fits without it. I'm pretty sure half of hell remembers when you tried. How long did that blackout last?

Fine

Oh. You know that's not enough. Consent. mi amor. It's very important.

Fine Val. Help me you fucking masochistic Kicky motherfucker

*hitching and snez*

Oh, goodness. Goodness. Come here. mi amor, come here. I got you.

Ohh hold still

It tickles

Do you want to stop? I would suggest killing you, but. I think it would be more fun if you were alive. I always enjoyed a little plaything.

Fuck *snez*

You are holding me so tight!!

 I'm not even gonna elicit them with a response.

 Ohh. Your poor vents are Working overtime and I can practically feel the air blowing out myself.

Oh, God, don't even. Mentioned that..

Well, if you wanted to stop, might I suggest actually shutting the window for once

And pay for AC you may keep your studio as cold as. *snez* fucking saten.

We've all dreamed of that. Although I don't think he enjoys the sentiments, from what I've understood, he's a little bit of a how do I say, exclusive clientele? He only likes that bitch wife of his.

*shutting window* fine there at least more more of the ..*hitching*

Ohh, you can't even say the word. Do you mean pollen?

*Fits*

I will be definitely letting the media outlets know about expecting blackouts this week.

If you stoped fucking with me and actually helped.

And now can I help…do enlighten me.

 Do you have any handkerchiefs?

 You are so old fashioned. Most of the whores I hired now use tissues to get the job done. And yet you would like a pocket square

Easier on my screen.

 Oh. Very well. Here you go.

Thanks. You're going to stand there and watch me.

Oh, come on. I thought we already went over this.

*Blows nose*

Do you feel better now?

I think you're going to give me an encore Corazon.

*hitching*

I got you. I'm holding. I got you. Come on. Oh. Well done.

I hate you

I love you too.

Don't worry, I'll take care of that cute little face of yours. For as long as the pollen may last.

 Yay, yay yay…just another fucking week with val, fuck my life.

[watarfallar]

Is this your order? More incorrect quotes? Okay then, scroll to the next window please. Have a good day!

Scott: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches.

Jimmy: Life keeps fucking me and I can't remember the safeword.

Etho: Hey, what’s the name of the guy who lives down the hall? Skizz: His cats' names are Walter and Rose. Etho: That's not what I asked. Skizz: That is all the information I have.

Etho: Murder literally doesn’t hurt anyone! Mumbo: What are you talking about? Of course— Tango, holding out a hand to shut Mumbo up: No, no, they have a point—

Cleo: Scar... How do I begin to explain Scar? Jimmy: Scar is flawless. Bdubs: I hear their hair's insured for $10,000. Mumbo: I hear they do car commercials... in Japan. Etho: One time they punched me in the face... it was awesome.

Cleo: I can be your partner for the next race. Lizzie: Sorry, Cleo. It's a sibling race. BigB: Maybe there's a contest for lonely children after this. Lizzie: It's only children, BigB. A lonely child is what you're gonna be when I sell you!

Impulse: Go ahead, Ren. Let it out, cry. If you don't, your tear ducts will get blocked up, and then when you get old, you won't be able to cry. Skizz: Just when we thought it was safe to let you back into the conversation.

Bdubs: Hey guys, I found a spider. Cool little lad. Thanks for eating the mosquitos. Bdubs: Oh no, where did it go? BigB: BDUBS WHAT THE FUCK?!

Etho: Do you need help getting up? Gem: Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor.

Pearl: What do you three have to say for yourself? Bdubs: Scar: Lizzie: Oops?

Jimmy: *shatters a window and climbs through it* Jimmy: *turns around and helps Impulse through it* Breaking and entering is wrong Impulse. Impulse: Okay.

Jimmy: Pearl’s out the will. Pearl: That’s honestly fair. I deserve that. Impulse: Wait, you have a will? Already? You haven’t even graduated. Jimmy: I’ve done some things in my life. Upset the wrong people. Martyn, you have a will too, right? Martyn: Lots. Good luck figuring out which one’s real.

Scott: The fastest way to a Gem’s heart is through ch- Etho: Chest cavity. Scott: Scott: Cheese.

Ren: I have locked Bdubs in a cage designed by their own art. Oh, they have been well and truly hoist by their own petard. Cleo: Could you put it another way? I didn’t understand a word of that. Ren: I’m blackmailing them. Cleo: Oh, happy days.

*The Squad is gathered in the living room for a meeting* Scott: *walks in and sits on Martyn’s lap* The Squad: … Lizzie: Why are you sitting there? Scott: There’s no free seats! Lizzie: But we made sure there was enough room for- Martyn: *hugs Scott tightly* There are no free seats.

Etho: You’re drunk. Cleo: Correction: drinking. Present tense. Grammar, Etho.

Grian: Could you be anymore annoying? Joel: Yes.

Martyn: "Go hang a salami" backwards is "I'm a lasagna hog". Skizz: How did either of those sentences occur naturally for you to discover this?

Pearl: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- (translation: I'M SORRY) BigB: What's that? Pearl: Remorse code. BigB: I'm even angrier now.

Bdubs: *standing on a balcony and sneezes* Etho: *standing on the roof* Bless you. Bdubs: God?!

Pearl: Hey! Wanna hear a joke? Gem: Sure. Pearl: Your life! Gem: Actually, my life isn’t a joke, jokes have meaning. Pearl: Gem, no.

Grian: Sometimes I drink milk straight from the container. Pearl: The cow?? Grian:What? Skizz: Pearl, W H Y?

Joel: *very seriously* You need to stop doing weird things to cope with the stress. Going outside might help. Mumbo: I went to the park today. Joel: There you go! I hope you got something from that. Mumbo: *opening their coat* This duck.

Grian: You disgust me. Mumbo: *eating a kitkat sideways* I realize this and don’t care.

Scar: Is… Is that meant to be on fire? Mumbo: No… not really. Scar: Are you going to do something about it? Mumbo: Hm… nah.

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 421: Getting Ready for the Big Day, p2

“Did you feel that?” Josie asked.

“Oh, yes did you feel that, Dr. J?” followed Lakshmi.

It had been like an earthquake. 

Lakshmi released my face, gently lowering my head away from her breasts and onto the soft pillow below. She hovered her torso there, though, filling my vision with her chest. In her pink, stretchy top she looked enormous, bosoms bulging over an overstretched neckline.

“You’re making us bigger, Daddy,” Josie said, her voice deeper than I remembered, throaty and seasoned with with a dreamy, intoxicated arousal.

“You are making us…grow,” Lakshmi added. With a deep breath, she inflated her chest. She ballooned.

I was coming down, still. I’d just climaxed in Josie’s hand, having woken up to these two flanking me. I felt weird. Lights flickered in my vision. Lakshmi's chest, somehow, did look bigger. They’d told me this before, it had already been explained to me. My orgasms somehow fueled these unnatural growth spurts that had been blessing my staff. But despite seeing the video evidence, and having foggy memories, part of me - most of me, in fact - was still incredulous. It made no sense. The girls claimed it was some voodoo linked to Melissa, but, like my implausible relationship with her, so little of my world now made sense. I was slowly starting to accept that I may never understand, and it was not my job to understand.

But still. ”H-how am I doing this?” I stammered.

I hadn’t expected an answer, but both girls suddenly grew quiet. Josie had placed my spent but still thick manhood down onto my belly. She and Lakshmi both quietly caressed my hips and sides, ran fingers through the thick goo and fluid which now coated my chest. Josie was the first to speak. “Melissa has magic,” she drawled, enraptured with the pearly offering I’d erupted just a minute or so ago.

“She is amazing,” Lakshmi offered, “You both are.”

‘Magic’? Ridiculous, right? But god help me I was starting to believe it. I had no choice really. Against all rational thought and the very withering of my logical mind I had seen things and felt things that should be impossible. All of my education and training left me ill equipped for the world I now found myself in. “It’s…it’s not normal!” I whined, sounding more petulant child than medical authority.

Both girls chuckled. “No, it’s not ‘normal’,” Josie agreed, “But maybe it's exactly what you want. Who wants 'normal’ anyway?”

“Yes, but maybe we are making a new ‘normal’, right Josie? A normal he will be very happy with.”

“Haha maybe. Let's see.”

Over me, their gazes met. “Kiki,” Josie said, eyes not leaving her friends’, “pull down your pants, show him what’s happening. Show him why we call you ‘Boom Boom’.”

I heard Lakshmi giggle. In a flash, her chest gleefully turned away from me, and just as I turned my head to my right to see what she w-

Oh my god...

“Just look at Lakshmi’s butt,” Josie directed, smiling at my overwhelmed expression. The entire bed shook underneath her, underneath it.

Holy lord it was enormous, easily dwarfing my head twofold with just a single cheek. Haunches the size of a horse’s, nearly. Skin smooth and perfect, flesh rippling to a standstill after seismic jiggles, her massive flesh coming to monumental rest. I was drawn to it. It pulled me in with a gravity all its own, and suddenly I felt dwarfed by it as I lay beside it, below it.

“Dr. J, think about the other girls with big butts in the office,” Josie continued, “You like them, hm? You like looking at them walk, you like watching them sit?  Vida, Morgan…Mallory and her huge hips? Melissa of course. But look at this. Look at it Dr. J.”

I felt Josie’s hand on the back of my head, holding it steady, her voice full of reverence as she made me stare up at Lakshmi’s mountainous glute. It was all but in my face, inches away. “Lakshmi, little Lakshmi…” Josie said, thoughtfully, “she’s as big as all of them. She’s doubled in size. And it’s still growing, isn’t it Keek?”

“It is,” Lakshmi said, her voice up the bed from me, “I am putting on weight every day.”

“It’s gonna get bigger than you,” Josie added, “because she keeps getting bigger and bigger, and you keep getting smaller and smaller.”

 What about this is ‘normal’?!?

“This is your new ‘normal’, Dr. J,” Josie said Slowly pushing my face in steadily closer. “Kiss it.”

“w-w-what?” I stammered.

“Kiss it. Look at your new normal, look how girls and women just totally, like, dwarf you, and kiss it,” Josie commanded, “Kiss Lakshmi’s huge, enormous ass.”

My jaw quivered as Lakshmi rolled at the hip ever-so-slightly towards me, but I didn’t hesitate, or need now to move much more than a centimeter. With Josies's hand still lightly on the back of my head, I puckered, and I kissed Lakshmi’s butt cheek. It was perfect, it was smooth, and it filled my vision. If this wasn’t blatant female power I didn't know what was.

“Again,” Josie insisted. This was a side of Josie, and ‘BoomBoom’, that I hadn’t seen - and it made my heart race.

I kissed it, again.

“Now, rest your cheek against it,” Josie insisted, “Relax.“

I tilted my head, just a bit, and felt Josie with her hand urge me closer, closer in. I rubbed my right cheek, and nose, and lips and chin into Lakshmi’s soft massiveness. Josie’s hand left my head, and grabbed my cock. I shuddered. 

I was hard again, of course. 

“That is right nuzzle into it,” Lakshmi cooed, as Josie began to pump me again.

“It’s so big,” Josie purred. <pump pump pump>

“s-s-so big…” I murmured, into Lakshmi’s firm flesh, my hips starting to buck with Josie’s rhythm, “so b-big…”

“That is right,” Lakshmi urged me, with a quickening in her own voice, “it is…”

Josie’s hand began to speed up. They wanted me to come again. I could sense their excitement. “Roll over onto him, Kiki…” Josie urged, quietly, “…bury his face.”

My eyes bulged, staring up at it. A mountain, a tectonic plate moving, her hips starting to roll towards me.

“Bury him,” Josie repeated eagerly.

She’d crush me. Adrenaline flowed through me as Josie began to pick up the pace.

But just then, text alerts rang out, we all heard them. A familar tone, from either side of the bed, two phones.

”Kiki stop,” Josie said, suddenly stopping her friend, halting her own flagellations to my cock, “That’s mom.”

w-w-what..? nooooo…..!

Over me, the two girls reached for their phones.

“‘I can tell you guys are having fun up there but I have his breakfast ready,” Lakshmi recited, reading a text message from Melissa, “and: ‘we need to get moving’.”

“Okay well poop we have to go,” Josie pouted.

Next thing I knew I was pulled up out of bed - erection absolutely raging, making it hard to walk - and escorted towards the bathroom. Adding to my chagrin my own goo still coated my chest and belly. Towels had been laid all over the floor of the bedroom near the en suite, and piles of them were heaped in the bathroom itself. Everything was soggy, and the standalone bathtub was shattered. Now, in the light of morning, I appreciated the wreckage. 

“Wow,” I marveled, half-remembering Melissa and I in the bath last night. She’d broken the tub with her thighs. 

“Yeah you two made a mess,” Josie remarked, ushering me towards the sink as Lakshmi started sorting through the mess of Melissa’s toiletries. In many ways this looked like a teen girls’ unkempt bathroom. Both Lakshmi and Josie looked half-ready for work. Josie was wearing pink scrub pants. Both girls were in their tight, long sleeved tops. Lakshmi had shed her gray sweatpants and looked massive in just her panties. 

The two young women seemed less-than-concerned about the damage, and casually explained that the ‘monkeys’ they shuttled over from the office earlier this morning would be here during the day to fix things up, once we got out of the way.

“But for now let us get you ready for work,” Lakshmi insisted, brandishing a razor that Melissa must use for her legs, “We need to brush your teeth, clean off the mess you made on yourself, shave off that peach fuzz you are still growing.”

(That's odd. I haven’t had to shave that much…)  

“And Ooo!!”  Josie exclaimed, “I call getting to hold it when he pees!”

Okay, nope. That was a bit much, and made me protest. I yanked a dry towel off a rack, wrapped it around myself, and suddenly found the will to push - against their own instant objections - Lakshmi and Josie from the bathroom. I insisted on brushing my own teeth, shaving my own face and - oh my god yes -  using the bathroom by myself. 

I shooed them out, like two giggling kids, and closed the bathroom door for privacy. 

Hands planted on the quartz countertop, feet standing on soaked towels, I looked in the mirror and breathed a deep sigh of relief in the humid bathroom. I was finally alone.

 My stomach turned slightly. 

“You sure you don’t need us in there?” Josie called through the door. I heard Lakshmi giggle. 

Without Melissa or the girls nearby, their perfumes getting thinner, I started feeling woozy. I looked at myself in the mirror and trembled in a moment of clarity. Holy shit what’s happening to me?

“N-no I’m okay,” I answered. I’ll have to make this quick. 

And, yes, I got it done: teeth brushed (unable to find mine I had to resort to using Melissa’s toothbrush before my sickness overtook me). Chest cleaned. I barely needed to shave, but it was important to look sharp. Finally, they heard me flush and the knock came on the door:

“Come on out cutie we need to get you dressed,” Josie called in. 

Opening the door back up again, I saw both girls standing there, waiting for me, each now fully clothed in matching pink scrubs, with their long-sleeved tops from before below. They held out clothes for me, a scrub set, Lakshmi held the top, and Josie held the bottoms. 

“P-pink? Really?”

“Yes we are all wearing pink today,” Lakshmi answered. 

“For the ribbon-cutting,” Josie followed, “the grand opening.”

“We will be on the news,” Lakshmi finished, “Melissa insisted that we all match.”

And so, apparently blessed with a harem of mommies intent on swallowing every last drop of my male pride, I allowed my two young employees to dress me. In pink. They would then be feeding me and bringing me personally to the den of she-lions I called work. Lakshmi and Josie slipped me into some briefs and then - after some giggles while wrestling my half-erection into its proper place - my pink pants. With the hard work done they pulled the scrub top over my head, and Lakshmi giggled as she squeezed my thin upper arm. 

“He’s just so cute, isn’t he?” Josie tittered. 

“So cute,” answered Lakshmi. Another thing about my harem: they all seemed to share a taste for small men. 

“So, Dr. J, I’m curious,” Josie began, crouched down at my feet to latch up the Velcro of my kid-size sneakers, “How much do you weigh?”

Huh? 

When was the last time I’d been weighed? Whenever it was, I’d shrunk since then. “I dunno, um… about 80, 85 pounds?” 

From below Josie’s mouth formed an “O”, and then spread into a big grin.

“There is a scale in the bathroom,” Lakshmi offered. 

“It never hurts to check.”

Rather than bring me back into the soggy bathroom, Lakshmi went in and fetched the glass, step-on scale. 

The digital numbers made my heart sink. 

“No…Dr J,” Lakshmi gasped, hand to her mouth to hold back a laugh, “that cannot be right. That is so small!” There was something about the way that she emphasized the word ‘small’ that sent a chill down my neck.

“73 pounds!?” Josie squealed.

“oh christ,” I muttered. 

“Language,” Lakshmi scolded. 

I put my face in my hands. “W-what’s happening to me?” I half-sobbed. 

“Oh stop it, Daddy,” Josie chuckled, as she stepped me off the scale, “I think you kinda like it.”

“wh-what? No..!” I insisted, “Losing weight like this…it’s…it’s unhealthy…it’s terrifying..!”

“No, Dr. J, I do not think you are most afraid of shrinking,” Lakshmi said, a strange gentleness to her voice, “I think you are most afraid of how badly you want to shrink.”

“Yeah. You’re afraid of how much you like being smaller than us,” Josie added. 

“How you want to be a man that weighs just a tiny fraction of a woman.”

A fraction? “Well, I-“

Josie interrupted me. “Kiki, get on the scale.”

“Okay,” Lakshmi agreed, and stepped onto the glass of the bathroom scale. The scale beeped, the numbers began to form out of the flashing jumble on the digital readout. 

208 pounds. 

“Wow Kiki that’s almost…” The math was happening in Josie’s head.

“…three times as heavy as him.” 

“So that’s…a third,” Josie said, “Dr. J, you barely weigh a third of what Lakshmi does.”

And then the numbers started to change. 

“Haha Omigod Kiki,” Josie laughed, “You’re going to…show him?”

Lakshmi didn’t answer, but only smiled. She watched me watching the numbers on the scale. 208 had become…

…220. 

254. 

298.

“L-Lakshmi what’s h-happening?” I blurted out as my sense of dread and disquiet rose along with the numbers.

332…380…428…

My jaw had dropped. I looked at Lakshmi. She looked no different, but the scale was saying she’d more than doubled in weight in…eight seconds? This was impossible!

Maybe the scale was broken?? But the growing creak coming from the floor seemed to say otherwise. Was the whole house starting to groan?? 

488…

“Lakshmi, that’s more than yesterday!” Josie marveled, “That’s- my math's not that good...“

“Almost seven times his weight,” Lakshmi smiled. 

The scale hit ‘500’, and the numbers started flashing, and rose no higher. 

“I think you maxed it out, Boom Boom,” Josie applauded, raising her hand to give her friend a high-five.. 

“I think I did,” Lakshmi answered, proudly. From on the scale, she looked down at me, watched how my eyes stared in wonder, still, at the scale’s numbers, Lakshmi’s weight. “You probably weigh one-seventh of what I do right now, Dr. J, maybe less.”

“What did you just do, Lakshmi??” I whispered, not believing what I’d just witnessed. I knew my basic physics: conservation of matter should make something like this beyond impossible.

“She can make herself weigh more, Daddy,” Josie smiled, enjoying my dumbfounded reaction immensely, “It's really not that hard to understand, is it?”

“It pretty much all goes to my butt, I think,” Lakshmi added, almost shyly. She stepped off the scale. The floorboards groaned again. 

“That’s…that shouldn't be…” I gaped. 

“‘Possible’?” Josie asked, “Anything is possible around Melissa haha.” She’d stepped up behind me, put her hands on my thin shoulders. 

“Nothing is impossible,” Lakshmi said. She stepped towards me: 

<BOOM>. The room shook under her footfall. 

“We told you already,” Josie continued, “Women have magic now.”

From behind me, I felt something soft brush my cheek, a silky caress. A strange feeling, and Josie’s hands were still on my shoulders. 

I turned, I gasped.  Thick tendrils of Josie’s hair had raised up off her shoulders and writhed slowly in the air around her head. One was on my cheek, still stroking me. Several others were creeping their way closer. 

Her smile curled. She watched my eyes gape as her tendrils of hair reached my face, some slithering to wrap themselves behind my neck. Then she spoke. 

“Let’s go downstairs. It's time to see Mom.”

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thx to RiF for edits, and to reader Sherlock for the "harem of mommies" line.

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5 notes on Xie Lian and maybe a note more

omg this took so long i'll proofread in the morning. written in chinese originally, under "read more". annotations on [google docs] with translations to come because there are too many.

(if you do chinese, skip to the cut! it is way better than the translation cri.)

it is fortunate that their ship name is coined Hualian and not Hua-xie. The flower withers, the petals fall. Yet there is a time for blossoms, a time for withers — if huaxie it really is, still it is befitting of their eight hundred years of separations and reencounters.

仙花垂憐，川城傾謝。

Heavenly flowers empathise and shed mercy; entire rivers and cities bow down in gratitude.

身在無間，心在桃源。

Whence the body dwells incessant the heart thrives beyond, content.

o n e .

He was pierced by a hundred swords. Thereafter, he offered to be pierced again. The nightly terrors that prowl wild in his dreams: he was ready to embrace it once more. The heart pierces, and yet it trembles.

t w o.

A thought experiment: if Wuming didn't die for Xie Lian at the rematerialisation of the hundred swords, would Xie Lian have accepted his second ascension?

The world is a wretched sea. Mortals, misery. Some people carry with them the weight of conscience, atlas or abyss on their shoulders as they edge stepwise towards the heavenly skies, for they know that the higher they go, the more power they wield in their hands to change the course of the stars. Lin Shu stands on the shoulders of legacy and demarcates Conscience on the ground. He steps into the encirclement he has carved: he holds himself hostage and falls into the nether realms of the incessant inferno, subject to an unyielding pursuit for bygone honours and nobility in store. It takes courage, to live like this.

But it also takes another kind of courage, to not live like this. Xie Lian wasn’t like Lin Shu. Dethroned, mortalised, buried and stripped of power and grace, he wandered on earth for eight hundred years. He did not save the destitute mortals, desolate and crying for help. He did not bestow on them the bountiful blessings, as what a god could do. The did-not-do’s — it takes in another courage to be him.

t h r e e.

Had Xie Lian really collected scraps these eight hundred years? To deny would be an injury to his memoir, but there is more to that. He served as the high priest of a kingdom, a general to an army; through the grapevine, the crown prince in white had played many roles on the stage of life, a hundred years here in the role of one, and a hundred from forth in the robes of another. In time, the tales of the one who inspired rose and ebbed, yet the legacies remain. He didn’t protect the people with his deified status, yet what endures is his compassion and mercy. In the rain, the figure clad in white walks past the world in joy and tears and touches the hearts he passes — this was his salvation, and his ascension to godhood.

f o u r.

At his second banishment, Xie Lian implores Jun Wu to assuage him of his merit and luck. Mortals light incense in exchange for blessings in supplication. Xie Lian disperses Fortune to earth instead, and disassembles Divinity for the common people to carve out blessings of their own lives.

The works of one cannot salvage the teetering constructs of a foundering world. The world is a tapestry of woven histories; people save the people as the tales unfurl. The stitches tangling in a sea of light, blessed faces lit up in the night by the millions of lanterns adorning the households of the earth, keeping it bright as stars in the sky. And it was so, what Xie Lian and Hua Cheng did.

f i v e.

The sword nears his neck: he is unfazed. The tenderness and gentleness of the noble spirit endures, staid as the meekness of nephrite jade. In the vicissitudes of temperaments, he sits, blasé; he does not concern himself with the triumphs and setbacks of life.

Clouds and storms wash across the world as he continues, with eased smiles and casual dialogue.

It is the most pitiable thing, of all in the world, gazing upon one who smiles placid in face of abject misery. He laughs in his affliction, yet is there such a thing, to be okay in utter wretchedness?

Fleeting moments of forlornness and joy all condensed in the time of a single gaze: his experiences refine him into a jade of the heart. The days of the ingenuous youth awash in ages past, gone were the luckiest teen of the kingdom, but the pureness in the eyes behind the sheaths of pain remain.

— I’m used to it, it matters no more;

who is there in this race with him but the immutable laws of nature in the crescent moon and wind?

The splendour surges, the crowds fete, the splendour falls — in the desert there is none: there is no glass of water waiting at your salvation. Dust and silt fork at each’s turn of fate; flies shovel across the path towards their better destinies. So long as one has feelings, has desires, how could one be truly free? The flower remains. The vista is unchanged. Yet the splendorous tower — the radiant memories of the past — bygones — and still he says that although the body dwells incessant, the heart thrives content. Where, pray, is the fount of the utopian peach blossom? How so, that the heart is at peace, in face of all this?

Yet he is well. His heart at peace. Where the heart lies, the peach blossoms spring.

+ 1

Xie Lian is this person, as such. Though the spring of the peach blossoms have long since dwindled, he hopes, towards.

Original chinese version below the cut

所幸，他们选的CP叫花怜，不是花谢。不过“花落花开自有时”，若真为花谢，也配合他们这八百年的聚散离合罢。

仙花垂怜，川城倾谢。

Heavenly flowers empathise and shed mercy; entire rivers and cities bow down in gratitude.

身在无间，心在桃源。

Whence the body dwells incessant the heart thrives beyond, content.

一、

百剑穿身后复挺出，再一次历万剑戳戮之痛。这一点，我是痛心、亦是悸动的。

二、

有过这样的想法，花城若是没有为谢怜挡下了第二次的万剑戮身，怜怜是不是不会愧疚如斯，会接受第二次的飞升？

“琅琊榜”林殊跟谢怜是不一样的。苍生于苦海，有的人会承载着毕生愧疚跬步而行，因为上了天庭，才有最大的力气赋以一拼，拯救最多的人。此后一生举步维艰，承载着、背负着的不再是一个人小时候的清平理想，更是踩着他人骨脊向上爬行的椎心之痛——往后是画地为牢，是不顾己身也要焚尽一切，济众生于颠簸的无间岁月。这无庸置疑是一种勇气。

可谢怜没有这么做。失去了神力、身分，八百载流连人世，他没有拯救到苍穹下的芸芸众生，没有为他们争取最大的福祉。可这，也须要另一股勇气。

三、

谢怜这八百年真的去收破烂了吗？有，当然有。可他当过国师、当过将军，成就过数之不尽，江湖传闻中不为人知的百年故事。他没有以神明身分保佑万民，可他的慈怜犹存；雨中笠者，垂緌间点拂人间百态——这是他的拯救、他的神明。

四、

第二次飞升之际，谢怜哀求君吾散去自己一身功德、一身气运，自此潦倒人间历尽尘俗。人皆供神求福，谢怜将其福泽尽散，颠沛流离之人得享其华。他致神明于凡人，使世间重拾自由、意志。

孤木难支，一人之劳无能挽苍生、解万苦；大厦将倾，独木焉能匡扶？拯挽苍生，自苍生始，遂藉万民之手拯之。此后万家灯火灿若星河，烟火千里红尘无虞。谢怜、花城做到了。

五、

刀斧加身而神色不改、面无惧色，谦谦君子温润如玉，今古兴衰谈笑风生中雨过天青。宠辱不惊，看庭前花开花落；去留无意，望天上云卷云舒。

云淡风轻。

最疼是口是心非之人，三两莞尔散去心中阴霾，愈是疼痛，愈是笑逐颜开，浑若无事。可刀斧悬颈，万剐千刀，心中岂能无恙？

百般悲喜付诸抬首一眸，千番历练炼就柔和似水：如切如磋、如琢如磨。削磨净尽的是昔日的棱角利刃，透澈瞳帘背后是磔刑凌迟般的刀剜苦楚。“习惯了，不足为外人道矣”——清风拂我，明月清风我。

可笑这世间起朱楼、宴宾客，人情冷暖的荒漠里连救命的一杯水也不肯施舍。浮沉各异势；泣血蝇虫笑苍天：蚁排兵、蜂酿蜜，有感情、有欲望，世间焉得自在者？花相似、景依旧，烟锁秦楼、却道“身在无间，心在桃源”。桃源何在，心何安之？

然心安。心之所向，是桃源。

Tl;dr：谢怜就是这样的人。纵武陵人远，吾往矣。

Full annotations found here. Untranslated for now because there are simply too many; I suggest copying and pasting into the browser if you are interested in the poetry and verses cited. Many of them are not used as per their original meaning, however, so it is 99% on me if you caught the reference but did not understand it.

Anyhow, a note on the two most important allusions, because there is value in such:

[1] 身在无间，心在桃源。Whence the body dwells incessant, the heart thrives beyond, content.

A suggested translation of "Body in abyss, heart in paradise" because I vehemently abhor the official tl.

Incessant hints to the nirvana of buddhism. I didn't play with the idea of using paradise like in John Milton's poem to encapsulate the utopian ideals of Jin dynasty Tao Yuanming's Taoist Peach Blossom Spring visions. In Tao's essay he expresses the notion "I can live in a peaceful provincial paradise where the peach blossoms spring and forget about worldly matters", which is not exactly the biblical Eden. Probably owing to the idea that Xie Lian never actively sought out an extraterrestrial, heavenly, peach-blossom-spring paradise, I did not translate it literally here but figuratively, though opinion probably divides on this one.

[2] 纵武陵人远，烟锁秦楼。

念武陵人远，烟锁秦楼。——《凤凰台上忆吹箫·香冷金猊》 李清照

李氏取自：

烟锁凤楼无限事，茫茫，鸾镜鸳衾两断肠。——《南乡子·细雨湿流光》 冯延巳

Extreme liberties taken. Li Qingzhao wrote the first poem from the perspective of a lover. She sits at her own chambers reminiscing about her lost lover. This in turn was alluding to Feng Yansi's poem. Both works reference a tower/chamber where two mythical lovers spent their time at before ascension. As such, this phrase denotes here something unattainable from past memories and someone locked in perpetuum, in stasis, waiting for something to come.

In relation to this line on the chamber/tower by Li Qingzhao, a direct allusion to Tao Yuanming's peach blossom utopia was also alluded to in Li's poem in the antecedent line, despite both being used to speak of romance and not sociopolitical utopian ideals. The sleep-deprived me thus thought it "apt" to cite both lines in the writing to express Xie Lian's longing for the peach blossom paradise, despite said paradise being no longer extant on Earth, and him being in incessant hell. The peach blossoms in question tie in with mxtx's allusion of the peach blossom spring in tgcf's famous quotation; thus explains the reason for all the convoluted quoting.

this much for now. I hope something makes sense, at least. The english version is very, very figurative since I realised the chinese version was nigh impossible to literally translate without dedicating a relatively great amount of time to it. I don't know how this will be received at all, but why hi, and hope it is something at least xD

[todaysdocument]

Letter from Frank Sinatra to George H. W. Bush

Collection GB-WHORM: Records of the White House Office of Records Management (George H.W. Bush Administration)Series: Subject Files on Judicial and Legal Matters

[handwritten top left] 8

[handwritten top right] 50258

[handwritten left margin] Jan Burmeister

FRANK SINATRA

June 29, 1989

Dear Mr. President:

I applaud you long and loud for your reaction to

the Supreme Court ruling which permits the

burning of the banner you so proudly hail to the

world.

Be assured, Sir, I march in your parade with

millions of our fellow countrymen and women who

are outraged at the behavior of those to whom

our flag in flames receive the benediction of the

First Amendment behind which too many have hidden

for too long.

And I must add that if torching the ultimate

symbol of decency and freedom in the world is our

generation's expression of freedom of speech then

surely the matter now rejected by the Court must

enter the legislative arena where this monumental

wrong must be righted.

I urge you to be the Washington and Jefferson and

Lincoln of our time and continue speaking out as

I feel they would have spoken out had such an

insult been legalized in their occupancy of what

is now your office.

God bless you and your Barbara. The mountains you

climb are taller than ours. We know that. We also

know our faith in you extends from the East to the

West and that our dreams and hopes are in safe hands.

You have, as always, my prayers.

Respectfully,

[signed] Francis Albert

President George Bush

The White House

Washington, D.C. 20500

[strawberryseeded]

thinking abt bllk (no surprise there) and how (at least until now) all (well, most of?) the characters backstories aka basically the reason for their most prominent issues are, instead of extremely tragic and complex events, simply children's logic applied to recurrent situations in their daily lives (and especially the sport they love):

bachira feels lonely: bachira was a weird and lonely kid who was also extremely passionate abt (and talented in) football, more than any other kid, making bachira feel isolated even when he was playing with others. this got even worse when the kids he played with started to resent him, calling him a "monster" and bullying him. while talking with his mom, she told him to keep believing in his inner voice and ignore those who dont understand him, resulting in bachira giving that voice the form of a "monster" that can play football with him to feel less lonely. which, obviously, made him even more lonely, even if it was an imaginary friend created to aliviate that feeling. because bachira still felt lonely, even after many years and even after playing with other people in school who werent any fun for him, he kept the monster by his side. believing no one could ever beat this monster (thank GODNESS he did 🎉!!! HE is the monster no one can beat!!!! his arc is one of my favs hes literally unstoppable now, i love him dude i love h)

isagi holds himself back too much: isagi (i read the light novel abt him hehe) was a timid and mild mannered kid until he discovered football, which he fell in love with. while playing the sport he could let go of his shyness and actually be selfish and go all out. uuuntil... he entered his high school's reputable football club, where the motto was to play as a team above everything else (a very anti-blue lock logic lol). isagi then, in an effort to accomodate to the social norms of the club (bc hes isagi, and off the field hes calmer and timider), had to simmer down in the field as well. supress himself. at times it seems like his on and off switch is kind of stuck.

barou has main character syndrome: barou was a very, on top of talented, meticulous kid and therefore the best in football out of every other kid he knew, who didnt take it as seriously and were more than happy to let him score all the goals. he didnt understand why they were satisfied with letting other people take all the glory, so he secluded himself, convinced that he was the only player that actually mattered on the field. the best. the Main Character. everyone else was completely worthless, their only use being to serve HIM. (until he got his ass kicked by isagi and became the villan instead of the main character, bc oh, shit, barou's not actually the main character???? then he'll hunt down & DESTROY the main character).

rin (god, rin) has a brother complex (i used to hate when ppl oversimplify whats wrong w him w this term but tbh it does boil down to this lol ToT): rin idolized his older brother like crazy and wanted to be just like him. bc he was also blessed with talent and also had a great relationship w sae, he had everything he needed to fulfill his dream of being the 2nd best striker, the 1st obviously being his older brother, who rin viewed as the best, most talented player in the world. when sae comes back from spain and tells him 'the world is big and im not actually the best, you go and be the best striker by yourself' (basically: our (your) dream is over), rin has a fucking breakdown. its not really a tragic, despair-inducing event, objectively speaking. but in the manga its framed as such bc for rin, in his childish logic, it is. bc his brother IS the BEST player, what the fuck do you mean hes not number 1 outside of japan?? ....then what about rin? if his brother cant be the best, rin cant be the 2nd best either, let alone the best. he feels like sae ruined everything, gave up, broke their (rin's) dream!!!! after sae humilliates him, rin directs all of his frustrations at him and bows to defeat him. as long as rin sees himself as sae's little brother, he's never gonna be able to surpass him, bc in rin's mind, sae is still the best, his talented big brother.

ness believes kaiser, not him, is the magician: ness's case is more serious bc his family was (is?) emotionally abusive towards him. basically, like every other kid, ness believed in magic. the concept of magic is exciting for children and gives them, in the form of play, the opportunity to express their creativity and exercise their imagination; work out a way to make the impossible come true. bc this is so important for their development, usually its the parents role to, at least to a certain degree, keep alive the belief that magic is real. ness's parents, on the contrary, shut down this belief bc it didnt match with their own views. they saw his interests as a waste of time, even letting his sibilings bully him and treat him badly to make him give up on them. ness, however, didnt, and instead found a more socially acceptable way to 'do magic' and express his creativity: football. he feared greatly, however, that football would be taken away from him, so in that faithful match in which he met kaiser he decided to put all of his trust and hard work on him, bc ness believed kaiser was the person who would be able to make the impossible, the magic that ness wanted to create, happen. i think the key to unlock his full potential is stop relying on kaiser so much and start believing in his own magic (kind of like what happened in hiori's arc). we have yet to know kaiser's backstory but i have a feeling those two enable each other's worst traits...

ETC !!!! sorry i got tired of writing lol

anyways these r just my interpretations of the characters feel free 2 b like "was is she ON about"

[thatdeadaquarius]

HELLO IT IS I AGAIN (Razor's mom /real)

So you know those imposters aus where characters chase the reader for being an 'impersonator'?

What if... It's a continuation from my ask (where we meet Razor first before everyone), and Razor is just confused at the patrolling knights near Wolvendom constantly asking him if he have saw 'the impostor'

Tbh he just shakes his head. Who tf is the impostor????? Wtf is an impostor???????

Many question marks later..

He had encountered an epiphany (not really it's just the Springvale ppl talking about someone copying the creator's looks).

The 'Impostor' they have been searching is you.

But you're not an impostor! Razor knows it! Andrius knows it! And with how the nature and the monster responded to you, Teyvat knows it too!

So like the good son he is, he sheltered you even more severely.

Ur not allowed to go out of his sights at this point (he'll still take you to places with many lampgrasses if you still wanna make a crown w it)

And my imagination ends there, do you think there's something else he'd do?

Ty for answering my last request btw, ur the best and I hope you get your favorite characters w one 10 pull and your desired artifacts w the best stats <3

Much love and sweets

-Razor's mom

RAZOR'S MOM!! HELLO aw im so glad u liked it :)

Srry about the late reply! 💜💜💜

Ok, so I think this is a good time to point to my shiny

Writing Requests/About Me Post I have pinned on my 👉 blog!!👈💅 taaa daaaa :) i did it guys here ya go

Yall have been GREAT so far abt keeping the requests chill and fun, and i dont have that many "Donts" that arent obvious (homophobia, transphobia, ableism,etc)

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Dont worry Razor Mom, i just wanted to use this as a way to talk about this!! /nm /gen

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About Imposter AU, there are plenty of other blogs/posts that write for that or posts under SAGAU tag! :)

I said wayyy earlier on in some of my first asks, but basically I really want to lighten up the Genshin SAGAU / Isekai tag and branch out from all these darker Imposter AUs :)

And also add more world-building posts or AUs <3

(language brainrot for example)!!

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TL;DR: I am not accepting hunting down/yandere/cult au/imposter au Genshin Sagau, only a funny or chill version of it.

Please check my writing rules post :)

Example: u look like Creator, but everybody's like, "oh lucky them wow rlly blessed, have a free drink, etc.

OR omfg where r they?? They descended to Teyvat oh fuck we lost our god-"

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Heres the Razor post !!!

If u wanna check it out :]

Cracks knuckles, Saddle up Baby, bc its time for my version of the Imposter AU 🤭😋😈

(and sorry for answering super late/possible scare Razor mom anon!! :'/ )

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So it begins rlly small right?

Like, Razor does not know the new knight patroling Wolvendom's borders

,, weird but ok, he thinks basically

And then when it was time to visit some domains a little closer to Springvale for grinding

(Or rlly just to get some of their tiny restaurants homemade food yumm)

He notices more Favonius knights lurking around than usual

Or at least widening their patrols

And hes like wtf?

Ur like, huh.

I'll ask Springvale ppl wtf goin on

The locals respond that the search for the Great Creator has begun.

...

...you and Razor: 👁👄👁 w h o m s t ❔️

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Upon further questioning

(which was apparantly weird that yall didnt know, but eh, u just used the whole "feral wolf child with feral blacksmith parent living in woods ignorance" excuse)

Admittedly yall, quite literally, live under a rock lmao

They explain theres a whole ass prophecy

Abt how the Great Architect would succumb to a long slumber somewhere else in the vast universe after making the planet.

And when the time is right, they will reconnect to Teyvat, and awaken, and descend in a mortal form

(like the archons)

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..but the kicker is nobody knows wtf they look like bc:

1. All that lore is hella crumbly and old, and very hard to translate

2. Mortal forms sometimes look different than god forms, so even if they did know some defining features of the Creator, that wasnt guaranteed to be them...

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(i.e. they will have brown eyes, well. Thats a fuckton of ppl with brown eyes innit? 💀)

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So thru certain signs, that this mysterious prophecy wooooo

Said would happen, the nations of Teyvat and their many supernatural inhabitants are aware the ultimate god has descended

(The crops flourished? Animals got more wily, many of the sick ppl got better for no reason, the Irminsul started regrowing/filling out its base- like how it looked like a lightning struck tree rn 💀)

So every country are now trying to find them to be the first to welcome them home

Needless to say its lowkey a competition

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Meanwhile you and Razor are just:

... (゜▽゜;)

"Haha yeah cool..."

(Andrius already told u what u r to Teyvat and explained to Razor)

Ur both immediately slapping a cloak on u and keeping the hood up all the time

Yall dont wanna be seperated :(

Ur both paranoid for diff reasons,

Razor's just scared his Lupical is going to be taken from him again bc there r better, more refined humans wanting to be ur Lupical ;-;

And ur like-

Omfg that sounds like sm work 💀

While its nice to daydream abt what itd be like to be famous, realistically,

U could not handle that shit.

People crowding you all the time?

U cant just look busted anywhere u go, like a midnight snack run

Ppl would also expect u be,

Responsible??

To act like a competent ruler maybe???

Hell no.

U just wanted to play a pretty gacha game and spoil ur skrunklies

(At least, if they do wanna call u that, they dont make u do anything political 💀 but u doubt it)

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Needless to say, Razor is glued to ur side everywhere u go.

A domain a half mile away? Oh he'll come with dw

Ur gonna go stop by that food merchant further up the road for ingredients? Cool he'll sniff the best ones!

Ur going to see Andrius??

Oh he needed to see him too-

😭😭🥺🥺 poor babe

♧

Surprisingly enough,

Or maybe not his house is right tf there

Diluc is the first person to actually recognize you.

Razor had been subtly steering u away from Mondstadt for 3 weeks now, ever since yall talked to the Springvale locals

An u cant say u didnt notice, but u werent rlly stopping him

You wanted to be like Venti, chillin among the ppl regardless of ur powers, not the Raiden Shogun :/

And maybe shock some ppl who dont know ur a god like him too lol

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Diluc had been looking around the lesser patroled areas of Mondstadt to search for the Architect

He didn't even need those incompetent knights to tell him their god had finally descended

He already saw the signs long before Mondstadt

Bc youve been in Wolvendom, the area has flourished over time, more fish in the water, more game to hunt and bigger, crows making circles in the sky despite there being no corpse

And one of the closest places to you,

Is the Dawn Winery.

Diluc's security against Venti began to hold up better, the staff didn't have to clean as much things like dirt or weather damage to the manor,

His hawk had never been faster delivering his letters, he almost thought the little guy had been drugged with something

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He patroled Stormterror's Lair, and deep in the woods surrounding the manor that the knights hadn't bother to go into

Afterall, he figured you'd never had a mortal form before, so u were unlikely to fend for urself for very long in the woods lol

so he wanted to find u quick (aww softy :')

He even made a trip out to the Thousand Wind Temple and Dragonspine (he did report that one to the knights, he didn't want Amber, Bennett, or Creator-forbid Klee, being the few pyro users to have to explore it)

Finally, after doing the further away locations, siginificant in history and rich with leftover magic

Diluc figured that's where you might land first, so he saved Wolvendom for last

It would at least let him check on that wolf kid and maybe get to talk to him long enough to ask him if he's seen anything unusual.

The lord of Dawn Winery manor heads into the Wolvendom woods, just as sunset colors the trees...

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It was a Friday evening, the sun was setting, the weather was pleasant and it was time for all of the Lupical to come together and eat a big feast!! :)

About once a month, Andrius will come out for a few nights and dine with all of yall

Hes an old wolf give him a break, he takes long naps

So u cook lots of Mondstadt favorites to eat on and a few Liyue dishes too

Razor, ur favorite helper, has helped u finish the last dish and is now romping around with the puppies bless <3

U guys have dragged ur coffee table dining table setup out to sit and eat at

Andrius lets out a not too loud, not too quiet howl, and as the wolves, Razor and you lmao join in

Yall dig in, bones flying everywhere, spagetti noodles flingling around, it would put toddlers to shame lol

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Diluc hears a howl that is too... big to be a regular wolf.

It filled the air of Wolvendom like no howl before it, as he used the glowing lampgrass to help light the path deeper

He sneaks past a hilichurl camp or two, all fast asleep

He scans the woods, and figures he'll search the woods besides the path after he gets to that old stone carved pit-

Food?

Diluc sniffs the air, and squints deeper into the forest

The black branches shade the way ahead, but just barely... he can see the flicker of orange and blue light?

He summons his claymore, bracing it on his shoulder, and creeps into the treeline to better hide him

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You swear to god (dammit swear to.. you??) someone is watching you.

You look around the piles of fluffy doggos, happy and stuffed full they r slowly forming puppy piles

Andrius is finishing his meat platter, also sitting on all four legs on the ground

Razor is splayed on his back beside you, eyes closed, his feet sticking out the other side of the table, u chuckle at him

But not a single Lupical seems to be looking at you.

Gulping down your last few bites, you scan the treeline

U refuse to be that bitch in a horror movie where their gut says smth is off and they brush it off or barely look at their surroundings

Turning around to the treeline behind you, u see something... red fur?

U sit up some more, peering over the bushes at the bottom of the trees

You meet a pair of warm brown eyes, widened like they're just as shocked to see you

As u notice his familiar red high ponytail (but also not?? Its weird going from 2D to 3D and still recognizing bitches)

U peer down at his chest, as he carefully stands out of the foliage-

That familiar star shaped button that u can press for the character menu screen, the same thats on Razor, on Benny, on Fischl, on Lisa-

Hovers over Diluc's chest.

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Diluc is in the bush, observing the human(???) stranger (he really doesnt want to attract the attention of that.. giant spirit wolf thing)

The figure sitting at a ... table?? (He can barely process all these absurdities at once, hes only got so much brain space)

Has sensed his presence, and as he grips his claymore, ready to demand answers,

Razor startles, and jumps up, smelling the pyro user, he summons his weapon-

The figure locks eyes with him, and all he sees is gold.

Diluc drops his claymore.

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Have a cliffhanger bc idk 🤷‍♂️ Also srry it wasnt exactly Mondstadt finding u, and it somehow turned into a whole scenario?? Idk man

🤧 welp i hope that was decent Razor mom! Tysm for ur sweet feedback abt our beloved son 🙏💜🐺

Feel free to always talk again, thru comments, asks whatever!! :D

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Cheers,

💀♒️

(guys im so stupid i coud've been signing off with this simple emoji combo the whole time,, 😭i didnt actually think abt emojifying my name, just making it look pretty with some of my fav emojis... 😔)

If anyone reads this u should let me know which one is better lol

💀♒️

OR

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

OR like a combo???

♡my beloved♡

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