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[luvscnarios]

Mind Bubbles - Bubble Baths with Jing Yuan ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

Note :: Lowkey don't feel like writing these days wtf 😭 This was a month old draft meant to be a completed fic but I got lazy 😪

“Okay, get in. You smell like a wet cat.”

Pushing the door open to your bathroom, you guided Jing Yuan toward the warm bath prepared in advance with soothing bath salts for aching muscles, fragrant candles for relaxation, and lots of bubbles. It was a very romantic sight. Or it would be if you weren’t stripping him naked and practically shoving him into the water. 

After carrying out many duties throughout the week, your beloved General finally came home about an hour ago. Upon opening the door and throwing yourself into his embrace, there was something you noticed right off the bat. Pressing your lips against his, you were hit with an undeniable truth: your husband was a little stinky. It wasn’t that you were disgusted and utterly repulsed by his acquired musk, he was a general so obviously things are taxing. But you knew he needed a bath and get all the sweat and grime off. You knew you had to pamper your husband tonight and, give him a good scrubbing. 

You let him hold and kiss you a bit at the door before having dinner, wanting him to eat before his bath. He chattered about his duties regarding the Luofu while eating, the words swirling around your head without making much sense. But you did your best to listen and keep the conversation going, all while staring at his adorable face as he ate. The life of a housewife to an esteemed figure in the Luofu was not the life you pictured for yourself but you were not complaining. You had your struggles with cleaning, cooking, managing bills, and other finances, but it was a routine you grew to love.

But now as you tugged off Jing Yuan’s pants, tossed the crumpled clothes aside, and pulled out the red ribbon in his hair, bathing your husband might just become another part of your routine. You could hear him laughing and playfully fighting against you as you tried to push him toward the water, stubborn whines only you’ve been graced to hear.

“No, I don’t want a bath! My love! How can you be so cruel?” All those whines and complaints were coupled by laughter, smoother than water cascading down rocks. After landing a playful bite on his shoulder, he yelped and finally sank into the warm bubble bath. He sat in the tub and the water came up just to his waist, leaving nothing to imagine from the upper body. Kneeling outside the tub next to him and dipping your hands to grab a handful of bubbles, you snickered as you plopped the suds atop his head. 

“Jing Yuan. My husband. My one and only. Trust me when I say this with all the love in the world, you need this bath.” More of that rumbling laughter resounded from his chest and he relinquished the playful protests, bowing his head to allow you to do what you pleased. A gentle hum of yours filled the bathroom and you got to work. Pulling the movable shower head, you soaked Jing Yuan’s hair and the rest of his body, playfully running your hands over his bare chest. Just a tender and domestic moment between you both, the outside universe fading away as you care for your husband. 

[artkaninchenbau]

People keep on asking for more Baby Robin and Papadile so here is more Baby Robin and Papadile. Now never ask anything from me ever again

[ba1laur]

last saturday that will be spent staring 20 minutes at a screen watching this guy go thru incomprehensible horrors. cant wait to have normal weekends from now on

[msfcatlover]

Commissioned the amazing @magua-vida to draw my original Princesses, The Dancer & The Dream! I'm absolutely delighted with how they came out, they both look so pretty and bursting with personality!

For anyone who doesn't want to click through, you get the Dancer if you unlock the Princess's cuff & die of a heart attack, making her flighty but concerned, fussing over your health & safety. The Dream is Dancer's unique Chapter 3, who you get if you fall asleep in the cabin with Dancer fussing over you, and is smotheringly protective to the point of aggression & possessiveness while acting manipulatively sweet & fragile.

She just wants to take care of you... even (or especially) if it means chaining you up to keep you safe.

[pinkd3mon]

I just wanted an excuse to draw my Galacta with a cape propaganda

[hrokkall]

Worthy Sacrifice

[euqinim0dart]

AI scraping is beyond a problem but at the same time, im too tired to be frightened of it. Especially since theres no way of avoiding it (AI has been in the background for 4 years now at least scraping away).

I won't stop posting on social media unless forced to, but I just don't feel like us artists will ever truly be replaced.

[terrarium-of-mistakes]

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: I, an aromantic asexual have just simulated what I believe allos consider a "crush"

It's definitely not an actual crush. I know myself, I know I don't feel the romantic attraction needed for a crush. Not to mention, after a minute of crisis, the feeling vanished, and I have returned to normal.

Anyway, here's the recipe:

An aesthetically attractive actor

A character you're attached too (in my case, via fanfic)

And as a bonus: respect for the actor's skill/respect for the shows quality

All this is to say, I just watched episode 1 of Daredevil, and this man gave me an identity crisis

[heynhay]

oc world stuuuuuuff :^)

[vanweezer]

sketchbook dump

[ganondoodle]

i cant lie, im also beating myself up about not being able to get excited for the new game, or anything anymore it seems, while it can be fun to criticise things, some things you just dont like so badly that the frustration knowing it could be so much better but isnt and you not able to change it outweighs any fun- i dont like being a 'hater', i hate totk, but not bc i hate zelda but bc i LOVE it and want it to be better (though im starting to doubt my ability to do anything good with it too..)

and with the new game trailer (like, i still hope its better than im fearing rn) i feel similarly as when the next totk trailers dropped after the first one (which DID excite me), all of them gave me a sense of dread bc it seemed to go into a direction i wouldnt like, i tried to tone that voice down to enjoy the game, but then .. i was right

i dont want to be an annoying complainer about everything new, but maybe i am and i dont like that thought, i dont want to spoil anyones fun, i want to partake in it :(

[theroyalmess13]

I can fix him

[eldritch-nightmare]

possible tw: blood, murder, ritual sacrifice, alcohol, many mentions of drunk people, brief mention of vomit though there isn't actually any in the story

idk man i'm just thinking about how the spot where jack got sacrificed is probably considered a 'party spot' by both high schoolers and college students so every party that matters always takes place there because people love to be cool and edgy and don't care about the fact that it was a spot of ritual sacrifice and that the cult members performing the sacrifice were all brutally murdered by some unknown killer.

and i'm thinking of you being dragged to a raging party there by your friends. you didn't want to go, you had like multiple papers to write and your professor was giving you absolute shit for not meeting the deadline like everyone else but your friends don't care.

"you need to relax! have some fun! live a little!"

that's their reasoning, and it's not like you can just ditch now. you were the designated driver, and you're far too nice to just abandon your friends at a party while they're all getting shitfaced.

anyways, the party is filled with other students from your college. most of them are drunk, and the place is honestly starting to feel like a scene out of a shitty slasher. you're half expecting jason voorhees to walk out of the forest and murder everyone here.

that doesn't happen, thankfully.

no, instead, over the blaring music blasting through the bluetooth speakers, the host/DJ of the party announces that in memory of the many that were sacrificed at the altar everyone was partying around, an offering should be made.

an offering of blood, that is.

which... that's a fucked up thing to suggest, you think. people died. people were killed here. it's fucked up enough that there was a party going on here in the first place, but to make light of something so tragic in such a way just feels disrespectful to the people that died.

and maybe it's because of the alcohol almost everyone here was drinking, or maybe it's some form of peer pressure but everyone, including your friends, seemed to dig the idea.

maybe this is a low-budget cult classic slasher...

you honestly weren't even paying attention to what was being said anymore, instead going over to one of your friends to tell them you were just gonna wait in the car until they were ready to leave.

but when you were stepping away from them to do just that, they were suddenly grabbing your hand and holding it up while excitedly pointing at you.

"they'll do it!"

"excuse me?"

because you're not even sure what the hell your friend just signed you up for, and you didn't even have a chance to do anything before you were being pushed forward and then dragged towards the altar.

you resisted, of course, because you did not want to take part in whatever it was they had planned. you're quite content with your blood staying inside of your body. where it belongs.

it's harder to fight against multiple drunk people than you thought it would be.

"guys, this isn't fucking funny, stop it-"

a blindfold is being forced on you, robbing you of your sight as you're forced down onto the altar. then your hands were bound together, which was only putting you further on edge because it honestly felt like they were actually going to 'sacrifice' you.

your demands for this to stop were ignored as the host of the party went on and on about the tragic murders that took place here and how your blood would appease the angry spirits of the 'poor lambs' that were slaughtered. the guy was starting to sound like a member of a cult, honestly.

which... considering the location, coupled with the sudden demand for sacrifice... well. you're really hoping this was a joke, honestly.

this was starting to go on for far too long to feel like a joke anymore, so your annoyance began to bleed away to genuine fear, "guys, seriously. this isn't funny."

and when you felt the sharpness of an actual blade press up against your neck, you began to realize that this situation was actually dangerous.

"let the sacrifice commence!"

and the blade against your neck pressed down hard enough to draw blood, but before any real damage could be done, the screaming started.

you're... not sure if this was part of the sudden impromptu ritual you found yourself in.

it sounded genuine. one person started screaming, and then another. until everyone at the party was seemingly screaming. the blindfold over your eyes prevented you from seeing what was happening around you, but the blade pressed against your throat was suddenly gone and you could hear it clanging as it was dropped on the altar.

"run!"

"oh my god, what is that?!"

"h-hey man! it was just a joke!"

"don't hurt me! please don't hurt me!"

and then everything went silent. too silent. even the air was still. you were far too afraid to move, even more scared to speak.

but that's when footsteps filled the silence, and you could hear as they approached you.

you couldn't help but flinch when you felt a hand grab your bound wrists. you tensed up, waiting for the worst. instead, you felt the rope binding your hands together come undone.

another hand pulled your blindfold down, and your blood ran cold at the scene surrounding you. there were bodies everywhere. some were still twitching. all of them were gruesomely murdered, their throats ripped out.

you had to force yourself not to vomit, especially when you recognized a few of the bodies to be your friends.

but the carnage around you seemed to pale in comparison to the man that stood in front of you. he was... very much not human. he wore a mask, so the only feature of his face that you could see was his eyes. or... lack thereof.

he didn't say a word, and for a moment, you didn't either. but the silence was too loud.

"are you going to kill me?"

and he tilts his head slightly at the question. the mask he wore hid away his expression, so you weren't sure if your question confused him or amused him.

he doesn't speak, but he does step away from you. that was enough to tell you that no, he did not plan on killing you. you don't say anything else after that, and you don't take your eyes off of him until he leaves you alone on the altar, surrounded by numerous bodies.

the drive back to your dingy little apartment was deathly silent. you were alone, but you didn't feel alone. and when the morning came, news broke about the massacre. every body there had its organs missing, and the police had no leads on who the killer was.

the blade that had your blood on it was gone, so there was no evidence that you were ever even at that party.

and after that night, every night to follow it was... different. even when inside the safety of your own home, you felt as if you weren't alone. something was watching you. you knew who it was, you just chose not to acknowledge it.

the glimpses of blue that you caught outside your window every other night was enough to confirm your suspicions.

you aren't sure why he was watching you. maybe it was to make sure you didn't go to the police, though you sincerely doubt they'd believe a word you said if you tried. or maybe it was something else.

you don't know. but you caught his attention.

you can only hope that nothing bad comes from that.

[emmcfrxst]

do you think charles could be a sub? i dont think ive ever seen him being written as anything other than a dom

oh my god yes. to me charles is 100% a switch. he’s such an accommodative/adaptive lover because nothing really matters to him except for having you close to him, in his arms, where you belong. he’s really not one to fight for dominance like AT ALL, he follows your lead and listens to your needs so every single moment of sexual intercourse is different and special. there is no repeat with charles; he’s so willing to do anything that pleases you (because it pleases HIM to please YOU) that sex is a new experience every time. the only constant is the love and care he puts into it, and honestly he’s more than happy to let you take the reigns so you can use his body in the way that makes you feel the best physically, but also emotionally and spiritually

[fucksutawneyphil]

whenever i’m like “maybe i think tara is stronger than she actually is” i remember how she went toe to toe with slade when they sparred and his reaction was to silently freak the fuck out

[tracle0]

Hi I promise I do still write!!! Prophet story for you, introducing - the Hero(TM)!!!