#i was wheezing the entire time

[darkmoonravewolf]

Rewatching xz and making myself laugh again like

Picture this, the queens of music have thier own little blog and youtube where they post a few times just to connect with fans and share more and themselves.

Now, one day, Maria and Tsubasa are being interviewed and the guy asks if they like to do anything. Tsubasa mentions her motorcycles but the first thing Maria says is that she likes to box in her spare time and even says that Tsubasa joins her sometimes.

Some haters make comments about how they're probably lying for attention.

The very next video is each of them sparring with other boxers and just demolishing them.

Fans don't know if they find thier idols being buff as hell hot or shocking... Maybe both

[cthulhu-with-a-fez]

my datemate has been thoroughly educating me about final fantasy 7, including showing me the movie, which had absolutely zero plot whatsoever and it was PERFECT that way??? like. must a movie have things happen in it. can it not simply be an hour and forty minutes of flexing how many polygons the animation department has access to now via baller fight scenes loosely strung together to make a character study. advent children was a masterpiece, you cannot change my mind.

[gregwithagh]

babygill

[torgawl]

this is absolutely killing me *bombastic side eye, criminal offensive side eye playing in the background*

[suga4mycoffee]

Exactly! We cannot be replicated, or replaced! Yet they spurn us, and the love and devotion we offer so freely. JAIL.

Our Dead Domain will be the perfect home for us and our broken, bitter hearts. Truly, it shall be the last refuge of the disparaged and neglected. As it should be.

Yes, that's a problem. We'd have to build an enormous, fully enclosed rabbit run. Hmm. It's a dilemma, to be sure!

Hi Luta!

Previous anon here! I haven't watched Between us (I think was the show called? With Team and Win) so I can only use UWMA as a reference but Pharm is very diffent from Bu Xia lol.

I'm really curious tho - Rain from LITA is also a Brat but he's different kind of brat compared to Bu Xia, isn't he?

Bu Xia seems to be naughty I guess? But the moment Chiang Ji puts him in line he stays there? I think? Maybe I'm wrong? But Rain seems to be the type to push Payu's buttons more compared to Bu Xia?

Hey lovie!!!

Bu Xia is very different from Pharm. Pharm and White are alike. Some brat tendencies, but they are really more submissive. While Bu Xia, Team, and Rain are full on brats. Now, when it comes to describing Doms and subs, you have to think of this as a sliding scale spectrum. My horrible example below.

So Rain would be in the Red range along with Team. While Bu Xia would be in the brat catagory. Pharm is subservient (just realized I spelled this wrong on the chart. Nobody judge me! I made it quickly just for this.) White is a subservient that squeezes closer to the orange side of things without fully making it to brat category.

The SAM Submissive - A SAM type submissive, also known as a Smart-Assed Masochist, is just that, a smart-talking submissive with a quick tongue. Usually, their Sammie behavior isn't actually a cry for attention; it's just their way of being playful. In fact, most SAMs when actually threatened with punishment will back off, saying that they were only playing and that they didn't mean anything by it. Occasionally, this behavior can be incredibly frustrating to their partners, but the rewards far out weigh the negatives.

Sorry this took me so long to respond to, but I wanted to do it correctly. Hope this was helpful!!! 💜💜💜

[smaller-comfort]

Yolande Fortwal- more like FOURTH WALL amirite? (yes, v, that's the joke.) (In my defense, I also didn't catch Captain Cliche until after I'd beaten the game and someone mentioned it on reddit.)

I'm finally getting around to new game + and tactician's mettle, and I want to study all of the pirates under a microscope.

[dustedbooksandreadingnooks]

"Hmmm.... Let's see. I'm sure I have a book somewhere that might have the information you're looking for." Keathan unfolds themselves from on top of the floor cushion, picking around the scattered papers and dishware from their most recent research session. Kizuna stayed by the fire, tail curled tightly around him. Everything in Keathan's apartment was very, well, them-sized. Not a lot of room for someone twice their height. Keathan looks up at the towering wall of books that dominated most of the room, occasionally pointing and muttering to themselves before letting out an "Ah!" and began scaling a tall stepladder nearby. Each rung was spaced nearly half their height apart, and Kizuna couldn't help getting up to steady it, hand hovering nervously in the air behind them. 'Please be careful-' he mouths behind his mask, hands otherwise occupied for signs as well as Keathan not currently looking at him.

"Oh- I'm, I'm sure it's on this shelf...." They look back at Kizuna with a furrowed brow that relaxes into a smile. "Don't- I'm quite alright, Kizuna. I reach these quite often alone-" There was a small noise of effort as they reached upwards, slippered feet tipping dangerously forward on the top step. For Kizuna, in that instant there was that familiar yank in his stomach urging him to move, now. Following without a second thought he was already in the air as Keathan slipped off the edge with a shriek.

The corner of a book jabs into Kizuna's thigh as he lands on the ladder. He hooks a foot in between the rungs to not go over the other side himself. His tail whacks into it and holds wherever it finds purchase. The ladder goes up on two feet for a mere second- his momentum starts to tip the whole thing over; his other leg well placed to kick out against the pillar and slam it back to the floor.

Keathan falls hard with a pained wheeze- but not nearly as far as they expected. The light blinds them slightly as they squint at the upside down scenery, head spinning from their fluttering heart. Their nails dig into thick fabric- a limp foot slips off the edge of a step again- but they're supported. "O-Oh," They think they say, "Um." They look over to Kizuna, sun spots stained into their vision making it difficult to see the tense look to his eyes.

"........"

"On.... On second thought, K-Kizuna. Would you be a dear and get that, that- It's red, with three spine ridges at the top..... And, um. T-thank you. I'll- I'll be more careful next time."

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Day 8: Mountain/Chains

Prompt List

Pt. 6 of The Empire of Samadhi AU

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 (you are here) | Pt. 7 (coming sometime...)

(This is day 8 of the Monkie Destiny Challenge Prompt Month October 2023)

Wordcount: 2k

Summary: Red Son is the son of an old empire, Mei is the daughter of a new one. Red Son, consumed by fire, was put into an induced stasis sleep to stop the world from burning until his family can find a way to safely remove the fire. They find a way but he never wakes up. Hundreds of years later he awakes to discover his power resides within another as she stares at him with wide eyes on fire.

Split.

They reached the mountain at daybreak. 

It wasn’t massive but it still counted as a mountain, albeit a small one. There were seals and spells lining the caverns on the inside of it, if nothing much had changed since Red Son had last visited the place. It was a little out of their way and put them a good half a day behind schedule to reach, but the mortals were insistent. Much to Red Son’s frustration. 

Why they were taking this detour was simple. 

Liú. 

That little puppet Mk had tucked into his sash comfortably that morning, with his little puppet arms and face free of the fabric. He’d spent a needlessly long amount of time making sure he was comfortable, not being crushed. No matter how many times Red Son told him he likely couldn’t feel it, Mk wasn’t taking any chances. 

“Just in case,” he had said that morning. “He might be conscious. It would be boring to look at the inside of a pocket all day.” 

No matter how much Red Son scoffed at it, Mei chimed in that she thought it was a good idea so that was the end of it, and he could do nothing to convince him otherwise. 

They were idiotic fools. 

They were weird. 

They chatted with the puppet all the way too, and on the way up the mountain, in-between complaints of sore feet and burning muscles from their upward decent. Red Son had to listen to their aggravating recap and their ‘Sifu Samadhi, he might look scary but he’s a softy,’ all the way up the mountain. 

Red Son was not a softy. 

He was going to kill them both the moment he had the fire just to prove that. 

“He can’t hear you,” Red Son tried to tell them for the thousandth time.  

“Maybe he can,” Mei said, sticking out her tongue like she did every time she replied. 

Truly they were idiotic. 

He had no doubt if Liú really was conscious as a little puppet, he would have rather been shoved into a pocket than listen to their whining. At least then the sounds would be muffled. 

“Are we there yet?” Mei groaned. “We've been walking for ages.” 

“Two hours,” Red Son said through gritted teeth, “is not ages.” 

“It's dark out,” Mk complained, “I want to sleep.” 

Red Son took a moment to breathe. If he pushed either of them off the mountain now he might never get his fire. “This little detour is costing us precious time. The sooner we reach the top the better. Unless you’d rather take a nap and watch the world burn from this vantage point?” 

That at least shut them up for a while. Then there was nothing but annoyed noises and huffing and puffing. 

Honestly they held up better than expected. Despite their complaining they were keeping up with Red Son’s, what would be considered, brutal pace for mortals. 

They reached the top before sunrise. 

Luckily the big open surface carved out remained which meant they wouldn’t need to clear anything. The last time Red Son had been here, there had been monuments and structures and even green life everywhere. He didn’t acknowledge the blackened empty state of it.

Red Son drew the circle in the ash and dirt himself, since he didn’t trust either of them to know what they were doing. It didn’t take very long, but it was long enough for Mei to complain again. Red Son ignored her. He scratched the letters into the dirt then snatched some of his fire from the rings and lit the spell. The fire filled the grooves quickly until every bit of lettering was illuminated. 

“Now,” he said, dusting his hands off and turning to Mei. “First things first. This is going to cause quite a commotion in the middle of nowhere. Without any life disguising my power, we might as well be sending an invitation to that thing to come find us. So.” He stepped over to one of the edges of the flat space, purposefully not too far away from the circle, but not close enough to mess with the spell. “This is our escape route. If he comes, stand here, and it will take us out of here in a more permanent teleportation than I can currently provide.” 

“Cool,” Mei said. “Where does it go?” 

“Let me worry about that,” Red Son said, crossing his arms. “Now the spell. Not that I care but keep in mind that if you lose control at any point during the ritual, he will undoubtedly die.” 

“What?” said Mk, shielding the puppet with his hand. 

“No pressure or anything,” Mei muttered. She frowned at the spell. 

“Hurry up, we don’t have all day,” Red Son snapped. 

“You can do this, Mei,” Mk said. “I know you can.” 

That made her crack a smile. They were both so strange. “Thanks Mk.” She seemed to brighten just a little bit. “Alright, let's do this.” She got into position and planted her feet. 

Mk hurried forward and placed the puppet in the middle of the circle, gently brushing ash from the spot so there was a clear spot to place it down. He then scurried out of the ring, cursing as the hem of his hanfu caught fire. He stamped it out, giving a big bright smile when Red Son glared at him. 

Mei took a breath, closing her eyes. She placed the palms of her hands together in a meditative movement, then her eyes snapped open and she stared with intense focus at the puppet on the ground. “Ready.”  

Red Son nodded. He lifted his hand, breathed and released the puppet from the seal. 

It was an awful twisting, crumpling moment, then there the puppet stood at its full size. Its one eye blinked. 

“Now!” Red Son yelled. 

Fire exploded over them. 

Red Son thought just in time to yank Mk behind him to shield him from it. Red Son planted his feet, nearly slipping from the force of it. 

“A bit of overkill,” he said through gritted teeth as he held the fire at bay. She likely didn’t hear him mutter it over the roar of the flames. That had been his intention. He wasn’t stupid enough to interrupt her focus on purpose. 

The puppet cowered, shielding its face, but its feet remained glued to the ground, trapped by the spell. The flames washed over it. It wailed. 

“Ignore it!” Red Son yelled to Mei before she could hesitate or ask. “Continue the ritual!” 

The fire burned through layers of the curse. 

“It's working!” Mk spoke like he could see it which was absurd. 

Chains flickered into view. They connected to the puppets wrists and ankles, long and icy and blue. Deep churning gray ones wrapped around the rest of him as though they were holding him together. Those chains were much thinner and weaker than the blue, but both could be handled just fine. One part possession, one part curse. The seals on the chains lit up with light, exposed by the fire. 

The fire flickered green. Red Son grit his teeth and said nothing. 

“You almost got him! Keep going!” Mk yelled. 

“I… am…” Mei grunted, straining and pushing the fire at the puppet, trying to keep it aimed at him. Some of it lashed out to the side, dangerously close to Mk. 

“Focus, Dragon Girl,” Red Son barked. 

“Both of you zip it!” Mei snapped back. “Stop yelling at me-” 

One of the chains cracked. 

“Keep going, you're doing it!” Mk cheered.  

“I asked for quiet please!” 

The puppets' eyes flickered from empty to wide and pained and human. The puppet-like designs on its skin seemed to start to burn off. Its screaming was muffled by the fire. 

“This is really hard!” Mei yelled. 

“Of course it is!” Red Son yelled back. “Keep going!” 

A chain snapped. 

“You’re doing it, Mei! You’re doing it!” 

“Yeah!” Mei cheered. Her power surged and pressed firmer against the curse. 

Red Son hadn’t sensed anything, perhaps due to the massive surge of power in front of him. But quite unexpectedly he exhaled and his breath was visible, even with the flames in front of him. 

He snapped his head up to look at the sky to find frosty clouds looming above them and closing in. The air behind where the fire was not was growing cold.

Red Son hadn’t felt him coming. 

They needed to leave. Now. 

“Dragon girl! Stop the fire! We need to go-!” 

He landed a short distance away at the edge of the space and the mountain shook with the impact. 

Red Son stumbled, on his feet, some of the fire escaping past him and over to Mk. 

The fire vanished. 

“Mk, grab Liú,” Mei barked. If Red Son wasn’t distracted he might have been proud of her authoritative voice, clearly reminiscent of his own. 

Mk jumped into action and ran forward, jumping over rocks. He scooped the puppet off the ground, and bolted back to Red Son. 

The figure that filled Red Son with such dread started forward. 

The fire blasted into existence again, all of it focused on the possessed creature. 

“Leave it! We need to go!” Red Son yelled. He and Mk were already standing in the escape route, they just needed Mei. 

Chains flickered. 

Red Son realized that his uncle was walking into the circle they’d made for the puppet. 

Chains, white freezing chains, thin and thick, wrapping around every limb, tight around every movement. There looked to be hundreds of them, some of them thicker than some tree trunks Red Son had seen, and only getting bigger, as they stretched out of sight. They wrapped around his wrists, his arms, his ankles, his legs, his tail, his throat, his torso, his head. 

Every single chain link from big to small had a seal on it. 

The horror that Red Son felt choked him for a moment. 

“Wait!” Mei yelled. “Do you see that? Maybe I can-” 

“YOU CAN’T!” Red Son roared. “LEAVE IT, MEI.”

He could see her hesitate. It was a split second of her really truly considering… Then she growled. With a frustrated yell, she hurled as much fire as she could at their pursuer before she abandoned the circle and sprinted towards where Red Son and Mk stood. 

“Hurry!” Mk held out his arm to her. “He’s right behind you!” 

Mei didn’t glance back, she just launched herself forward, leaping at them. 

Red Son slammed his hand onto the ground on top of the spell to activate it seeing her trajectory. He didn’t pray that he’d timed it right, he knew he had. 

That was the moment that everything went wrong. 

Mei was jerked backward, the Possessed catching the back of her hanfu. 

Mk lunged out of the circle and tackled him.

Mei was catapulted forward and bowled into Red Son, knocking him off his feet and partially out of the spell. 

The possessed moved forward, Mei lunged for Mk, the spell activated just as she touched him and the mountaintop exploded. 

The impact of Red Son hitting the ground face-first nearly knocked him out. It left him dizzy and disoriented for a moment. 

He pushed himself up and staggered to his feet. 

He looked for Mei first, expecting her to be a short distance away, buried by rubble or fighting his uncle, but very suddenly realized several things: 

He wasn’t atop the mountain any longer. He was beside a running river, surrounded by trees. It was damp, not as dry, there was no ash or flame to be found.

He couldn’t feel the warmth of his fire at all, which meant it was no longer in close proximity with him.

His uncle, Mei and Mk were nowhere to be found. 

His fire was gone. 

Red Son punched a tree, splitting a fist-shaped hole into the wood. 

Then he wordlessly screamed at the sky for more than a few reasons but mainly because that had really hurt. 

Imbeciles.

| beginning | next (coming...sometime...) |

[frozenambiguity]

Anonymous asked:

Does he believe that he would be spurned by the archon if his heritage came out?

Ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes and no.

«No».

[shiryawashere]

Just got out of a screening of Deadpool and Wolverine and friendos the way I was HOLLERING the entire time!!! I haven't busted my spleen laughing this hard at a movie in years. Phenomenal I want to eat out of Ryan Reynolds's hands thank you for my life

[dennisboobs]

sitting back after writing 3k words of a fic and thinking. what the hell is this

[theinfinitedivides]

ykw f*ck my device and its ability to go frame by frame bc i was about to make a post about how Kalee looked too happy getting choked out by daddy!SRK/Vikram but i decided to screenshot and keep watching and what should i see. what should i see

threw him halfway across the room for some father-son binding time and here he is chilling. literally in position to spring back up when the camera cuts to him like his ex didn't just nearly f*ck up his spine i can't breathe rn that's how hard i'm laughing

[hauntedpotat]

Hhhhhhhhh why does it have to be September I don't wanna start school again in 2 days :')

[oblivions-dawn]

OOOO i love when ppl talk about their fics 👀 consider this ask an excuse to ramble as much as you want!!

[HEAVY BREATHING]

AN OPPORTUNITY TO CONVERT ANOTHER . . . EXCELLENT.

Ahem! Right. So! The Threads of Blood is my pride and joy. It consists of Petrichor and Breathless, the former which is complete and the latter which is the sequel that is currently being written. It explores unhealed trauma, how humans can be worse than real monsters, grey moralities and villains, overcoming the deepest fears, giving fate the middle finger, vampires, and blood blood blood. [That last thing is VERY important.]

To simplify: enemies to lovers, starring our beloved Serana Volkihar, and perhaps the most hated character: my very own Vigdis. Splatter it with slow burn and some more blood and that's just the surface of my fanfiction.

I could've gone the easy route; friends to lovers, kissing at the end, the protagonist being nice. But I said: Nay! I have found love in monsters, in the greyest human moralities, in traumatised characters deserving just as much love as the unscathed, in slow burns and lesbians and ruthless badasses. No, they still haven't kissed, and I'm happy [and evil] to report that such an action has consequences. Because it wouldn't be Senu if it wasn't evil.

Not sure if any of that is your cup of tea--and it's fantastic even if it isn't! But I'm so very in love with Serana, who just wants Vigdis to see her and let her in, and also Vigdis, who can't run forever even if she doesn't care what kind of monster she's become to survive the life she's been given.

I do have many other original characters in the universe--many of whom who have made appearances throughout both fics! I have a post about them somewhere . . . but anyway, I'm always happy to receive questions on my characters and fanfiction because I. Love rambling HEHE. Thank you for allowing me this silly post and I hope you [and anyone else reading this] have a wonderful day ❤

[akkivee]

7 days until kuukou's birthday!!!!!!!!!! kuukou week officially kicks off tomorrow!!!!!

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

remembered that i have a purple Lego hair piece so i badly recreated Sirius Gibson as a Lego minifigure

@askwitchsheart Sirius how do you feel about fighting monsters with a singular amulet while drinking tea and wearing shoulder armour cause i don't have a cape piece on me rn