#i havn't done one in a While

[honestmouse20]

trying to motivate myself to write this month. But i am sleepy and sick and i just dont wanna. but also, i wanna think about ninjago

so here are some ideas that i've got bouncing around. might be fics, might not.

Cole/Geo centered fic shortly after the Merge. They realize they're both queer (not really angsty)

Cole/Geo fic where it's right after the Merge and it Is angsty bc Cole thinks the ninja have forgottten him >:)

Finally finishing the Possession fic. Just more of the ninja watching out for Lloyd afterwards and All that

Geo finding out Cole's mom was Lilly. ( that Had to be an insane conversation i know it)

maybe sora and Nya bonding time??

[bloo-the-dragon]

I've been seeing some people express concern for Bloodmoon on this post SO i'm going to throw in some extra context and Bloodmoon lore to clear some things up

Honestly i probably should have done this a long time ago BUT ANYWAYS-

The sudden change for them was very.. shocking to put it kindly. A very drastic change but after the initial shock Bloodmoon is very euphoric - Just happy and whimsical and freed because they're in a new form that just feels right even if they havn't fully come to terms as to why yet.

But existential crisis still boils under the surface and it's not til sometime later that it breaks out.

This is Bloodmoon shortly after the transformation -

- cheery, silly, happy. Sun and Moon arnt worried for too long because they seem happy (and in a way they're kind of flattered that their fae friend decided to take a form similar to their own - they've met many kids who dressed up like/wanted to be like the glamrocks afterall so this isnt too odd for them)

This is when the existential crisis/questioning moment really hits home

(happens while they are out too which only quickened it what with anxiety being around people and all)

Now the reason they changed in the first was because they realised they had fallen in love (platonically) with Sun and Moon. Their shapeshifting specifically is very emotional based and will trigger usually when high emotion is felt. This is the biggest physical change they have ever had however, and the most impactful.

And why did they turn red like the Bloodmoon you might wonder? Well 1. Lunar Eclipse, or Eclipse vibes specifically and 2. Have you ever heard of the red string? ~

But yeah right after the change they would be too caught up in the euphoria of feeling whole and comfortable in a new body and identity to really acknowledge the panic beneath the surface. And the crisis kicks in over time because they had been very much the non-partnering type before and never saw theirself ever truly falling for anyone (again even in a platonic sense)

They would talk to Sun and Moon after this, and while feelings would not be outright admitted there would absolutely be understanding there and acceptance which is all they really need. They become qpp's over time after that.

Also i mentioned in the tags of my last post that this is basically irreversable and thats because the only way it could be reversed is if they stopped loving Sun and Moon (which ofc they could never)

They loved them enough to make them part of theirself - and in a way Sun and Moon do the same when they get tails installed to match (I'm a sentimental sap and tails are fun)

They're robots too so one thing that they have in common with a fae is they can also alter their forms to an extent ;D tho in this case they just wanted to have tails so they could be more like Bloodmoon.

Both parties adopting pieces of each other into their respective selves/identities out of love shared for each other.

The sillies

[emeritus-fuckers]

Hihi, what are you thoughts on the papas' s/o saying "let's get matching tattoos" and it being one of their lyrics? I didn't find if this had been done before so sorry if it has

Hope you like this :) I love this idea and it just makes me want to get a tattoo more (but I'm not at all good with needles lol) so I am gonna live vicariously through this :D - Nyx

Papas reacting to s/o wanting to get matching tattoos of their lyrics

Primo

As you ask him he pauses mid sip of tea and places his cup down. "Interesting idea amore."

"I havn't had a tattoo in years" he says with a wistful smile. "Why not! Lets show them I'm not too old for something new!"

He is flattered when you explain you want one of his lyrics even after all the music that has gone after him. He thinks you have very good taste to prefer his songs best.

All in all he thinks its an excellent idea he has a skip in his step on the way to get the tattoo and even more so on the way back.

He insists on opening a really special old bottle of wine he'd been saving to celebrate.

Secondo

You expected him to be slightly more enthusiastic but he just grunts his agreement.

That is until he gets drunk at a party later and then he is wrapping you in his arms and placing kisses all over you. He tells you it's a brilliant idea and he can't wait to share this bond with you!

He is not at all shocked or surprised you wanted his lyric. Well of course you did.

He is very supportive of you as you get the tattoos. He is also really good with the aftercare post tattoo.

He makes sure to look after you first then himself.

Terzo

He squeals at the idea and then hugs you tightly.

"Yes amore, a thousand times yes! I eh cannot think of anything better no? Everyone will see how much their Papa adores you and how much you love me!!"

He is also delighted you chose one of his lyrics (had you not he might have turned into a little bit of a diva).

He holds your hand tightly while you get the tattoos done. "It's looking really good amore, not as good as you though." he grins and kisses the back of your hand. He's hoping to kiss the pain away and take your mind off things.

He then goes back to the ministry and insists on showing everyone. He also runs to his brothers saying "Hey stronzo look how much my beloved loves me!! They have one too!!" he then drags you over and asks you show them your tattoo. He is very happy.

Copia

He makes happy rat noises "I would be honoured cara, I think its an excellent idea. Sì, its perfect"

He finds it hard to believe you want to use a lyric from his song, to have it permantly on your amazing body.

His whole face lights up when he finally does believe it. "I am the luckiest man alive to have you" he says with a grin leaning in to kiss you.

He makes sure to check all the reviews and find the best tattoo parlour. He is really supportive during it, he talks you through it and holds your hand.

He then spends the night afterwards lying with you and gazing at the matching ink. He kisses you softly and strokes your hair telling you how amazing you did today.

Old Nihil

He doesn't always hear what you say but at the mention of his song he suddenly sits a little straighter and his eyes almost seem to clear.

It brings back a glimpse of the man he used to be.

"Ooooh sibling, this is perfect" He full on grins and pulls you into his lap. "I am so glad to have found you. Now I am old enough to not mess this up."

He kisses you and tells you how happy he is to make his love for you permanent like this.

The entire time he's getting the tattoo he is just gazing lovingly at you and smiling. You are his whole world.

Young Nihil

This is the best day ever, I mean ever. He is so happy about this, his lyric, on your body forever!!

A way to remember the romance you two shared for the rest of your lives. A tattoo is forever, but you worry sometimes about Nihil, after the whispers you heard.

"Babe" he cups your face in his hand seemingly reading your thoughts. "I will never make that mistake again and this can be my way of showing you that." It's true you do see a different side of him, the man completely fell for you and shows you a depth to him that no one else gets to see.

He is a bit of a baby when they do the tattoo, it's more you supporting him through it.

But he is so happy when it's done and he insists on going out and drinking to celebrate. Also in his mind to help the pain "Honey come on it will help, I'm sore and you must be too"

~

Written by Nyx

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[romanarose]

HAPPY 2K LOVELY YOU DESERVE IT AND SOOO MUCH MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOOO!!!!!!1

anyway

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MY BELOVED CLEM!!!

The Wrong Way (Joel Miller X reader)

Takes place around chapter 8, during her pregnancy but before brotherhood bonus chapter (which if you havn't read, it really adds to joel and tommys relationship.)

Sick Day

The moment you woke up, before you even opened your eyes, you knew something was wrong.

You woke up from a nightmare, but that was nothing new. Last nights was... hard. That's for sure. Things had been going so well, the little bump on your stomach swelling so slightly, evidence that you hadn't fucked this up...

You dreamed you miscarried, and Joel was mad at you again. You dreamed you were back in the old room, with your mattress on the floor and the boarded up window, suffering the things you endured before.

You dreamed Joel strung up Zach and skinned him like Nick. You could still smell the blood. Thinking maybe the horror you dreamed of was messing with your stomach, you ignore it. There was too much to be done. Jack had constructed a washboard for you, and you wanted to scrub down all the clothes that hadn't gotten a proper wash in years. You washed them, of course, but this was even better. Also, you actually had enough to make no bake cookies! Lorenzo's birthday was tomorrow, and it's been too hot to bake, so this was perfect. And as always, there was your garden to tend to, your chickens, not to mention cleaning up after the 8 different men living in the house. They were not clean. Except Jack.

Still... there was no harm in laying her for a bit, at least until Joel woke up. Maybe he'd eat you out this morning if you asked nicely... he was quite indulgent with you since the pregnancy.

"Morn'n, little one" He mumbles in your ear, and you smile. Sun was shining in, making for your favorite part of the day. Spending quiet time with Joel. Mornings were just for you and him. Making love was sweet if you did it, conversation was light, if at all. You liked talking to Joel, a lot actually, but something about his quiet strength, his protective arm around you and hand on your stomach, the gentle kisses in your hair...

When it was time to get up, Joel would sit you on the bed naked and look through to closet at the mass of dresses he'd acquired for you. He'd start with your underwear, then socks, knealing at the bed to put them on, then your shoes. Then, he'd stand up up and put on a bra. Finally, Joel would slide the dress over your head, and the smile he gave you when your head popped out always stated your day off right.

The hair. Joel liked to sit you between his legs on the bed, comb through your hair and hum. You liked when he hummed. Most of the time he kept your hair down but sometimes he put a ribbon in. You'd put your handkerchief in your hair when he was out, it was more practical.

You would spend all day waiting for him to get home again.

Joel rocked his hips into you, feeling his bulge up against your ass. He was in his boxers, and although you'd gone to bed in a shirt and a pair of his boxers, you'd pulled them off in the middle of the night when it got hot. Sure, you could've pulled Joel's arm off you too... but you didn't want that.

Now, you realized how hot it had gotten in the room.

"Gonna be warm today" You mumble to him, kissing a vein on his arm. "Dont be out too long. Don't want you getting heat stroke."

There was a pause before he spoke. "Aren't you cold?"

"Hm?" You shift, turning to look at him where he's frowning. "No, it's so hot-" You stop when he presses a hand to your forehead, then jolts up.

"Christ little one, you're burning up."

The way he exits the bed so fast hurt you.

"Joel, Im fine-" You try to insist, standing up to try and stop him while you wrapped the blanket around you body. Not like everyone here except Lorenzo hasn't seen you naked, and you aren't exactly Lorenzo's type. Still, when you stand, a wave of dizziness washed over you and you stumble, eyes crossing as the world unfocuses.

"Shit!" Joel dives to catch you, stopping your pregnant body from falling into a side table. He's gentle as he picks you up and placed you onto the bed, but once again goes to leave. You feel alone.

*

Joel rushes to the kitchen, trying to find a rag. Shit, what did you do with the rags? Everything in here was rearranged.

The slamming of draws and cabininates must've woken Lorenzo.

"What the hell is your fucking problem." Jesus christ, his Boston accent was OUT when he just wakes up.

Joel slammed the cabinet next to the oven. "A rag! Jesus christ, it shouldn't be-" When he turned, Joel saw Lorenzo stand butt naked, rubbing his eyes. "PUT YOUR GODDAMN CLOTHES ON!" He bellows, but Lorenzo is unphased, brushing past Joel with bare hips to grab a rag from the drawer next to the sink.

"She likes them here because she hates her hands feeling wet."

Avoiding looking at his cock just... hanging there, Lorenzo equally avoids looking at Joel's boner.

"I'm not even gonna ask what that's for, you sickos" and begins to walk away, but Joel snaps at him.

"She's sick, asshole. Running a fever. We got any medicine?" He wets the rag.

Lorenzo's face shifts into concern. Joel knew you two had grown close over the course of the months he replaced Tommy. It was inevitable, you were precious, funny as all hell and a way at worming your way into peoples hearts. He couldn't understand how your dad had hurt such a sweet little thing so bad and for so long.

"For fucks sake Lorenzo go find some medicine!"

"Jesus!" He throws his hands in the air, walking back to his room. "Let me put some clothes on first!"

Joel shook his head, heading toward you again. "Sleeping naked while you have a roommate is fucking weird, hermano."

"I don't hear Jack complaining."

When Joel opened the door, he saw your eyes flash open. You'd been crying. He drops to his knees at your bedside, feeling you forehead again. "What's wrong, darl'n? Something hurting you?"

"I thought you left..." You sob. "I thought.... I thought you left me..."

His heart breaks at the idea you were crying over him. "No, no baby I left to get- here." He places the cool compress on your forehead and hears you breath a sigh of releif.

"Why would I leave you?"

"I figured... I figured you didn't wanna catch what I have."

He sighed, settling in at your side. "Baby girl... you nursed me all day long when I had explosive diahriah and vomiting from food sickness..." Joel says with a smile, laying his head on the bed. "I can stay by your side when you're sick."

You shake your head. "There's so much to do! The chickens, the garden, your work- Joel I gotta-"

"Shhhhh, little one, shhhh. My work can wait, and Lorenzo will know what to do with the chickens and garden, yeah?"

"Yeah." You sniffle. "But he's scared of chickens, remember?"

Joel can't help but laugh at that. "Yeah, but I think he can feed them, and Aziz can get the eggs, okay? Darl'n..." He placed his hand on your stomach. "We gotta take care of the baby, okay? Just rest. I'll take care of both of you."

A knock on the door.

Joel made sure your were covered under the blanket before beckoning Lorenzo in.

"This is all I got, boss. Maybe next time we focus a little less on getting another fuck'n onsie and maybe get some damn medcine."

"Shut the hell up." Joel turns to you. "What are you symtoms. Be honest."

It was nausea, fever, head ache, body aches, and you had a sore throat. A flu, probably... Lorezno had found thermometer, but Joel made him stick it in boiling water before using it on you. Only dirty thing going in your mouth was his cock after a long day.

100.3

Normally, nothing crazy for an adult but for a pregnant woman?

All they had for medicine was some old pepto and a couple cough drops Joel used during the day, but nothing helped the fever. He laid with you as you went through flashes, holding you close during the chills and wiping your face off during the hot, always by your side, always right there when you needed to throw up. Joel's arms were your steady grasp.

After vomiting up the rice he tried to give you for lunch int he toilet, Joel scooped you up again from the bathroom floor after gently cleaning your face. There hadn't been time when taking you from the bed to grab the blanket, so walking back Joel just carried you naked back to bed. He carried you like he always did, like a child under his care, your arm wrapped around him and face tucked into his neck... He wrapped his hands under your butt to cover you.

When you were back on the bed, sleeping before you head hit the pillow, he checked your tempature again. 102.3.

"I'll be right back, beautiful girl. Hold on tight for me, please? I need you both... I need you to be okay."

*

It was late when the fever broke, it was already growing dark and you had the faint taste of cherry in your mouth. Strange. The room was empty and dark and scary without him, and you hadn't remembered a thing from the last few hours.

"Joel?" No answer. "JOEL?"

Joel rushed in, glass of water quickly set ont he side table as he wet to hold you at your stomach. "What's wrong? Are you hurting? Is the baby okay?"

You nod, quickly. "I just... I didn't know where you were. I was scared."

He breathes a sigh of relief. "Just went to get you water... I see you're finally awake." Joel's calloused hands brush a lock of hair out of your face, sticky with dried sweat.

"I smell really bad." Joel huffs a laugh. "It's okay, we'll take a bath tonight. That sounds good?"

You smile "Yeah, sounds nice... I feel a lot better."

"I'm glad, little one. Ain't every gonna let noth'n happen t'yuh"

*

Watching the water boil on the stove as the cold water poured into the tub, Jack comes inside from helping Aziz gather eggs.

"Hey, thanks for riding out so far. You made it in record time, I think." Joel was sencier.

Jack gave a quick nod. He was a man of few words.

"Hey, uh, don't- and tell Lorenzo this too, don't tell her where the medicine came from. Just... we found it here, alright? She don't need tah be think'n 'bout him again."

Jack gave another nod, and almost went to bed... then he turned around. "You ain't gonna kill me for talk'n to him still, are yuh?"

Joel shook his head, turning off the stove. "Long as you don't go betray'n me or nothing like that. I'd havta kill yuh then, but... nah, not for this."

Jack was Joel's only connect to Jackson, to Tommy... and it came in handy today. He doubted his little wife and baby would have survived the fever without the medicine.

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Im literally so behind on my asks this was from my 2000 follower celebration MONTHS AGO

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[kudouusagi]

KSB 14-5 Spoilers

So I ordered the magazine but it got delayed so I havn't read it myself yet, but I do have a summary of the chapter!

IT'S HERE! UPDATED SUMMARY!

Last time we left off, Souichi agreed to wait for Morinaga and have sex later.

After agreeing Souichi pretty much went straight home. He's freaking out thinking "oh no I just came straight home!" and making excuses to himself like he's just done with work and didn't have anywhere he wanted to go and hating himself for agreeing to wait.

Since Morinaga won't be back till 8 and there is still plenty of time he thinks about going out to eat but he knows that Morinaga already prepared stuff for later and asked him what he wanted to eat to celebrate his new job and he doesn't want to waste it so he doesn't go anywhere.

But he doesn't want to just sit there and wait. He realizes he's over thinking it and then says that his head hurts so he's going to take a bath.

While he's in the bath he freaks out when he realizes that taking a bath will make it seem like he's waiting even more and hating himself over it. When he gets out he puts on his pajamas like normal but then he realizes that Morinaga would know he took a bath and "misunderstand". So he's plotting how to make it look like he's not waiting, thinking he should put back on the clothes he was wearing and make coffee and hang out in the living room reading to make it seem like normal when Morinaga walks in the door.

Souichi asks why he's back already since Morinaga wasn't supposed to be back till 8 and Morinaga says he thought Souichi would be waiting so he worked hard to come back early. He smells Souichi and tells him he smells good and asks if he made him wait. Souichi says he just did it out of habit.

They start kissing and Souichi tries to complain that he's doing this as soon as he gets home and Morinaga's just like they were already worked up at school and holding back till now. Souichi says to wait and Morinaga just says "But I'm seeing you right after you're getting out of the bath..." and Souichi's like "I said that's not why!"

Morinaga pouts and is like "...so you weren't waiting?" and when Souichi says he wasn't he calls him cold but he keeps kissing him and gropes his ass.

Morinaga comments on how hard Souichi is and then rubs his hips against his and says he is too. Souichi thinks to himself "why... is this so easy... it makes it seem like I was actually waiting"

They start having sex in Morinaga's room and as he's putting it in Morinaga is like "relax" and quickly pushes all the way in and Souichi glares at him and Morinaga's like "oh sorry... did it hurt?" and immediately starts thrusting.

Morianga starts gets a text messages and Souichi complains that his phone is making noise. Morinaga glances at it on the stand and says it's just texts and if it's important then they'll call and tells him that he's wants to mess him up so much he won't care about the noises. Then his phone rings. Souichi says to answer it and Morinaga just picks up the phone. Souichi freaks out and mouths at him to pull out while he's on the phone and Morinaga refuses but Souichi glares at him so he leans down and whispers "don't blame me" to him before pulling out.

Souichi comes from him pulling out.

Morinaga gets off the phone and says "see it's because I was in so deep... are you okay?" and then Souichi is looking at him wreaked and Morinaga's like "did you come...? that's so cute" and thrusts back in. Souichi comes again.

After they finish Souichi's angry and lying in bed and Morinaga's like "you're the one who told me to answer the phone so I just did what you said... and you're the one who told me to pull out" "but it was good wasn't it?"

Souichi tells him to shut up and keeps lying there thinking he wants to leave but he can't move so Morinaga says "you seem to be worrying about something but it's quite common for it to feel good when you pull out... it's not just you" "and it's also normal to feel a thrill at times like when you're on the phone... that's a kink..." and Souichi says he's completely wrong and Morinaga's like "huh then what are you upset about? Oh! I covered the mic with my hand so I don't think they heard anything" and Souichi says "I'm going to make it so you can never speak again!!!"

The end.

There will be a short epilogue for this volume next time. (In April)

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[violetlunette]

I see that you havn't done an Octavinelle version yet, for their opinions of your Yuu, would you be able to?

Oops! I realized I made the sea boys’ post one-sided.

Azul is constantly frazzled by Yuu and how he manages to outwit him, to the near point of insanity at first. However, he does acknowledge that Yuu is one of the few to keep him on his toes mentally and can’t help but respect him for it. (He still hates him though.) It a way, you can encompass the feelings of their relationship in the Hazbin Hotel song, “Stayed Gone.”

Regretfully, he will go to Yuu for assistance when needed. (However, he does try to screw him on the deal even if Yuu helps him.)

As I said, the twins are highly amused by the antics and see Yuu and Azul’s squabbles as entertainment, often sitting back eating popcorn to enjoy the show. They only get involved when Azul orders them too.

Jade handles Yuu much like how he handles Floyd and his antics while Floyd will just kick him. They like sneaking into his lab and even charge islanders for the roller coaster ride without telling Yuu about it. Thankfully even Floyd knows to stay away from the stuff labeled DANGEROUS in the madman’s lab.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for going to college?

I (NB, old) am dead, and have been dead for a long ass time. This is because that after I foiled, let's call him V (M, also old)'s plan to destroy and remake the world in his image he decided to stab me to death.

I, of course came back as an vengeful, bitter ghost, which kickstarted my and V's multi-decade rivalry. Since V's little plot made him immortal somhow, this was going to continue until one of us gave up the ghost (heh).

However. Recently, I'd been reflecting on my life, or un-life up to that point, and I realised that I hadn't really done anything with it? Heck, I havn't even gone to college! So I decided to ignore whatever nuts revenge plot V would cook up this decade and go abroad to get an education.

V did not take this well, apparetly, and pretty much started a dictatorship/secret police thing in former country. I think. He, uh, definitely killed some people. It's to the extent that I don't think I could legally get back into country anymore? Which sucks.

I can't help but feel the whole thing is partally my fault. On the plus side, I did really enjoy college, and since V's also stuck in his country for a while I might even have enough time to go to university!

So AITA for indirectly provoking V into many, many crimes by going to college in another county?

[a-ranting-blogorsomething]

a ff idea that i got at 3 AM

okay if i write it okay i may turn it into a proper book but so far just a glimpse,

a yoongi ff, he is a warrior and female lead is the youngest princess, king and queen died and crown prince is the one and only kim seokjin who is famous af because he is changing the monarch with new innovative ways which seems completely futuristic and old people set in their ways hate him and tries to manipulate him but his right hand man kim namjoon is just as savage and breaths fire, so an UNSTOPPABLE TEAM. anyways onto the story - part 1

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playlist song - So high school, Alchemy - taylor swift.

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I woke up with the sound of jimin practically screaming and going back and forth like all the worries of the world are on his shoulders.

"your highness please wake up we have tons of things to do!!!! we are going to be LATE!"

"oh my god!! for fucks sake relax, im up, and we are only going to meet jinnie for breakfast."

"He is the king, Im nervous..."

"Take deep breaths okay?"

"okay and dont curse your highness."

"i won't in front of other people as long as you stop calling me that i swear to god chim we have been together since babies, call me Lizzie."

"alright, just go get ready the maids have kept everything, your bath is ready and -"

"I got this chim go, you do what you want."

ughhh he really needs to chill, jimin, tae ad I have known each other since we were kids and they are my personal helpers, but more than that we are best friends, i can share absolutely anything with them well with tae, jimin is more like a mother, he always worries 24/7 and how everything could go wrong and how i should make good choices.

As i got ready and opened my door and their they were, My best friends, as I sling my arms on their shoulders, tae laughed while chim glared. as to silently saying thats not what royals do.

I can practically hear his voice in my head.

And we link arms and went to the royal dinning hall for breakfast. and we arrived to see a pretty entertaining site,

we see Kim Seokjin, the future king of this empire teaching the royal chefs how to cook that particular food to perfection as he calls, the jin way, while they are scared to death.

"Yes now you flip this when its that color, you dont add the salt before, it gets all crazy and-"

"Oh hey !! lizzie! tae and chim how are you ? Ah havn't seen you in ages with all the work that I'm surrounded by, I have got tons of gossip I need to tell you !"

we sat down and had the most amazing breakfast, obviously because it was supervised by my brother. while jin told us everyhting that happened to that old bastard who tried to manipulate him into doing something horrible and how he exposed so much of secrets that his wife left him with his kids and with all the estate and money which jin helped her getting and now he is alone with nothing. Classic.

chim is just there sitting absolutely horrified and tae and I are so freaking proud. after breakfast we met joon for tea until they both went to their office because they are planning something big, I am excited they are so amazing, ever since jinnie went to become the crown prince and handling everything he has done so much and his morals remain the same, helping everyone in need without being apologetic and never backing down, he deserves to be the king of this empire and i just know he is so loved by all the people.

and now its the time for the best part of day,

watching warriors practice,

tae, chim and I have this time in our day where from this window in the library you get the perfect view of the field where the royal warriors train and do practise fights, My personal favourite, general min yoongi, he trains the warriors, the first in line in every war, the most strangest and bravest warrior, every war he led, we never lost, also one of the best friends of my brother.

from 1 to 3 they fight and practice in the sun sometimes without shirts, where we three just die.

"This is the best time of the day, the sun is hitting perfectly on my future husband's chest" sighs tae.

"I know right"

"what which one was yours again tae?" asked chim

"The fiercest and new warrior jeon."

"Oh yea he has got the best upper body." i couldnt help but exclaim.

"ya! you got yours dont look at MINE!"

"What ? Im just appreciating beauty and dont worry I only got love for yoongi"

"both of you are wrong the crown prince have the best shoulders." whispered chim. but we heard and couldnt help but stare at him in bewilderment.

"W-What? I - I'm just saying...."

we spend the whole afternoon watching from the window and went down to "only drink tea" while sitting just beside where they were taking a break from the hard practice.

"oh my god oh my god oh my god!!!!!!! did THE jeon jungkook just looked at me and SMILED !!" tae exclaimed

"oh my god i think i saw that too!!!! he totally likes you tae!!"

i said while we hugged each other in our delusions.

"you guys support each others delusions way to much its not healthy."

"thats what friend ship is chim ."

"yea we should support yours too, jin thinks your are cute too!"

"YA WHEN TF DID I SAID THAT !!!"

chim screamed a little too loud as the warriors turned to look at us for real this time, while he sank in his seat with red cheeks in embaressment. while tae and I were trying to stifle our laughs.

after sometime we were just about to go inside when general jeon came out of nowhwere, and greeted us and asked me if he could take to tae, I agreed instantly as tae was uncharacteristically quiet with complete red face, they talked and chim and I tried to listen what was going on and I heard a clearing of a throat.

"Your highness"

"shut up chim I'm trying to listen !!"

i felt a tap on my shoulder and saw chim looking at me and I looked behind him and saw general yoongi LOOKING AT ME!! he called me !!

"Oh oh . um... .. general min."

"i dont think its nice to listen like this, others private conversations , your highness."

"oh no its fine tae is my friend."

"ah your highness i remembered something i need to go" jimin bowed an practically ran away.

"nice evening right ? general min"

"Yea its pretty nice we had a great practice"

"yea i saw......I -I mean i barely noticed but like you know I um I was coming down and i saw a glimpse of you know the swords and yea.."

"oh yea ohkay." said yoongi okay i might be delusional but i think he is shy,

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ITS SO FUCKIng cute IMMA DIE!!!

While we had an awkward af good bye i went and reunited with chim as we wait for tae in my room so we could ask him what was all of that.

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[dog-uncrushed]

think im hitting a kind of fatigue at the larping as analogue thing -- ive had a flip phone for couple months now and not sure the good its done me exactly... the most noticeable change is using my laptop more, which has become the only computer in my life. The vulgar doomscroll and media bingeing havn't gone away theyv just become less convenient and therefore more conscious processes , which also means more violent processes (the forces at work are naked). So i have come to contemplate my addiction and its withdrawals more...

one part of me wants to ride out the experiment as an exercise in discipline. yet another part of me wants to cave in: cant i have a critical consciousness of our living in a culture of image, celebrity, self-mythos, pornography and envy and so on while still participating it? The luddite phantasy is to not participate and thereby win new freedom that consists in its return to the Old. Non-participation precipitates analogue activity: the luddite is as active among his books and notebooks as the egirl is on the web. But I worry that the Luddite's phantasy is a phantasy of purity: the internet is dirty, books are clean. This sets up superegoic circuits: going online and getting dirty becomes a temptation because it is a transgression. Routines of self-flagellation and ablution that correct for transgression reinforce a dependence upon the dirty internet even though they ostensibly cut against it.

Here are the seeds of fascism. The luddite is a reactionary: reject Modernity, for it corrupts absolutely and embrace tradition which corrects and absolves absolutely. It doesn't look Reactionary for the luddite identifies Capital as the culprit of corruption: he has the same enemy as the Revolutionary. Yet Marxism insists that we cannot try to resolve the contradictions of capitalism by going against the momentum of Capital which throws the Modernist project into the future, the Communist project must reconcile itself to these contradictions and incorporate them into its social organisation and Not resist them for the sake of returning to an earlier time without contradiction: for everywhere contradiction reigns. A logic of purity, like the one envinced by the superego is one that seeks to eliminate contradiction. But in practice it exploits contradiction instead of eliminating it: the idea of purity promises salvation while always delivering denigration. The more one tries to be pure the more one finds oneself impure. The fascist leader and the superego are one in setting up impossible ideals of salvation which function to demarcate lines of purity and impurity, of 'us' and 'them'. The luddite fancies himself a puritan isolate, separated by 8"inches of gorilla glass from the great zoo of the terminally online "They".

I still think social media is a scourge on this earth, I just don't know if its a scourge that one has to quarantine from. It comes down to this: we're all attention-whores today whose personalities start to freeze and crumble without warm and steady streams of recognition. Turning off the taps of recognition leads to the zombie like withdrawal state of total passivity that scrolls to court the abyss.

Against the abyss I toast to activity: Here's for activity! I drink to the text post

[honestmouse20]

I am Back from vacation! Thought on new ninjago season under the cut :)

First off, I just wanna say that I watched it at 6am in my hotel room with headphones while my friend slept next to me lol. So I watched it all again yesterday too. Turns out I'd missed a Lot.

I really loved the pacing in this! Each character to me felt like they all had something to do and it all went towards the plot. Wildfyre learned to slow down and let herself heal, Kai and Nya both learned the paitence and tecnique to do Rising Dragon. Lloyd OFC got a Lot to do with his visions and panic attacks! I really liked how they handled his mental health in this one. Cole being back didn't feel forced! he was there bc Bonzal was essential to Ras' plan. Sora got a ton of development and I do wonder if they'll have her learn spinjitzu in part 2. And of course, Arin. Boy is Going Through it. It's a nice parallel to Lloyd also having a rough time. While Lloyd is haunted by possible futures, Arin is terrified of not being Good Enough to contribute to the team Or to make his parents proud.

This post would be hella long if i rambled about everything i loved in this season But I wanna highlight Some of my favs!

Cole and Geo Constantly holding hands and leaning on eachother (and geo's flashback to s1 being changed so they're holidng hands More)

Bonzle's whole arc and how she's a person now! Hella trans implications and also just a really sweet story when they show that she Does have agency and her creator Does recongnize and care for her

Sora and Arin's dymanic continues to be Really Good! I like how the initial excitement for being a ninja has worn off and they're starting to struggle.

Speaking of Arin, I stg that scene of him and Ras fighitng in the last couple episodes makes me think we're gonna get a dark Arin arc. Maybe he won't Stay evil (I don't want him to be a villan but they Could go that way if they want) but seeing Lloyd's reaction to his student turning sides would be very angsty and Very good

Also Lloyd in this was So good! Even tho he's trying very hard to be a Master and the keeper of the monastary, he's struggling and these visions are only making it harder on him. I'm sure we havn't seen the end of these visions and I'm sorta hoping they'll come to some big breaking point for him in part 2. Where he'll have to drag himself back up and Never Quit despite everything falling apart just like the visions said it would

Once again this show made me like kai again lol. HIs relationship with Nya and Wildfyre is So good and you really can see the similarities in how he interacts with them!

lloyd's power confirmed to be life????

why is no one talking abobut that ? did i read it wrong???

Onto some things i didn't Quite like but definatly didn't hate!

Ras' master is like 90 percent gonna be the Overlord. I'm aprehensive on this bc he's not really my favorite villan. Plus like he was Just the villan in crystalized so i feel like it's too soon for him to come back. once again gonna give this show the benefit of the doubt bc they've done a lto of stuff Really Really well. I'm just sorta hoping it's Not the overlord. Plus the powers were golden and that's Not the overlord's colors

what is timeline?????

i thought the shorts were two years after s1 and that s2 was gonna be between the shorts and s1???? but now the shorts are at the Beginning of the season and ryu is a teenage dragon? how long has passed? If it's been a couple years since season 1, it's a little less believable that arin and sora havn't progressed much fruther in their training. also no one Acts like it's been years?? But if it's Not a couple of years and Ryu just Grew up like that it's still a bit iffy. Ik they probably won't tell us exact times but I hope it's implied or Something bc im hella confused

so, tldr: This half of the season was Fantastic! From the animation being Incredible and the relationships between the characters being super interesting and realistic, this season was a ride from start to finish! I'm excited, and a bit scared, to see what part 2 brings!

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

Thoughts on the Taylor collab with Ice Spice? In February Matty mockingly called ice spice an inuit spice girl and a chubby Chinese lady. The podcast he said this on was deemed offensive and was deleted and at a concert he apologized by saying "im kind of a bit sorry if I've offended you." A couple of months later Matty and Taylor went public and she collabed with ice spice. It's just a coincidence it's with her? It was done as a further apology and to not look like a racist person by being associated with Matty? Because some are not buying this as anything but performative pr. And the same people who are side eying Taylor are saying they're glad ice spice is cashing in on the white guilt. But this just seems like pandering if Taylor did this collab to make herself look good. And I honestly still havn't decided if they're an actual couple or pr. So if they are, they were probably together for a while, he said what he said about ice spice and Taylor was like oh shit, I better collab with her quickly before our relationship goes public. Obviously i'm just making up stories here to fill in the gaps of what we do know but I'm trying to understand what's really going on here and I wanted your opinion.

There's a lot here that reflects what I find tedious about the way Matty Healy and Taylor Swift are being discussed at the moment. In addition, trying to be clear about what happened is important to me, so it really bothers me that you're stating something as fact that is straight up not true in your second sentance.

But you asked me for my opinion - so I'm going to try and explore what I do find interesting. I think it's useful to start with what we don't know - we don't know when the collaboration was conceived and we don't know the timeline of Taylor's relationship with Matty Healy.

We can make guesses about both those things. There's photos from the studio that people can place. There are people who knows things about how long it takes to make CDs. People who pay more attention to Taylor and Ice Spice may be able to figure out when there were spaces for them to film. People who know more than me about CGI can guess how long these shots would have taken (one thing to take into account is that if Ice Spice was added at the last minute then her shots might have been filmed later). We can't know for sure about the timeline of the video, but it would be possible to put together some guesses with reasonable minimums and then figure out how that compares to the options for Taylor's relationship with Matty Healy.

But even if we did know the timeline and what was possible - that wouldn't give us any answers about motivations - we rarely know people's motivations. We can make them up - but when we do that's a choice we make. Keep making stories to fill the gaps with what we know if we want anon - but I think it's also useful to develop an understanding that they're just stories and they don't matter.

It is after all, just a remix, and I think it's very easy to put far too much weight on it. I will again link to the Gary Younge article that explains what's a stake if we treat racism as a series of bloopers rather than a system of power.

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

I really like your writting and was wondering if you could do a little somthing for Genshin?

I'm not sure if it's somehthing alowed even after reading through your rules though.

I recently had a friend (who introduced me to your blog) but was always to shy to make a request in fear of making you uncomfortable. You've helped them through a lot, just reading your stuff. I wanted to send this request for them since i'm sure they could use something right now. They (with some help) got free of an abusive ex-boyfriend who left them with some reflexes and insecurities they hate being a part of them now.

so could you perhaps do a Genshin x reader (I'd ask bsd as that's how they found the blog but they havn't picked the series up since october)

just Kaeya and childe (headcanon and a scenrio or either one would be fine) with a reader who constentently thinks their not good enough for other people, senitive to loud noises (ecpecally when a voice is raised), and overreacts when they brake something, consetntly on alert?

i hope this was vauge enough to keep from making you uncomfortable.

i am not the best at grammer and spelling so i apoligize if some of this is nonsence

Here is the Request that I partially responded to.

I hope your friend finds comfort with this.

Kaeya & Childe separately x a reader with an abusive ex

TW: mentions of past abuse (no depth or details), mentions of thoughts of not being enough, minor arguing in Childe’s part.

Kaeya

Kaeya is one of the observant types.

To him, people read like fine books.

He enjoys talking to people as if the moments spent were like his wine, sweet and precious.

You amplified his feelings, made him feel like he could belong, but don’t think he did not see the signs.

He was no stranger to your habits, the glances, your fidgeting, or how your breath would catch, stuck in your throat with the words thought but not spoken.

Even his way with said words could not get the ones stuck within your throat to come loose.

Why was he finally feeling like he was enough for somebody, that he could be a good person…

You seemed to feel the opposite way? You did so much for him, and it was like you didn’t need… no, perhaps you were afraid of wanting more from him?

He knew he tended to distance from you on days

He should have paid more attention to your mannerisms than he did.

He was supposed to be the one you turned to when things got too much. Why was it yourself that you turned to?

~

With Mondstadt's winds brushing past the open streets, void of people at the late hour, Kaeya slid up to the door of your shared apartment. He was late, far later than he typically returned home. But he had gotten you a small glass gift. Jean had suggested he take it to you as an apology for canceling the date you had planned tonight. The advice on what type of gift was most certainly Jean's way of apologizing for keeping him from you. His finger twisted the door open, careful not to make too much noise, afraid you may already be asleep. He raised a brow at the light still turned on and the sound of water running in the background.

“Y/n?” He called out your name, his tone sweet, just like that odd sticky honey roast. He always used soft tones when he was around you, long since versed in how you reacted to the louder tone of voices. He never wished to see you stiffen, like you did when people shouted in your direction, because of him.

Your voice didn’t return his for a while, but it came drifting through the walls eventually. “Just a moment! I’ll be done in just a moment… I promise! I didn’t mean to miss you coming home… I must have lost track of time.”

Kaeya didn’t like your response, not for an underlying rouse of suspicion or distrust, but because he was worried. You sounded as if you’d been shedding tears down your cheeks… he’d never seen you fully cry, constantly staying strong even though you didn’t need to be. He decided it would be best not to wait for you to come out from the bedroom. He managed to slip inside, not shocked the door wasn’t locked. You never locked anything but the front door when you were both out, and you were with him, or when you were in and he asked you to lock the front door. “Y/n?” he looked around to see your huddled form by the edge of a bed, scrubbing at the carpet… Did you flinch? Perhaps it was just you shaking. Why would you flinch at the sound of his voice?

“It’s almost cleaned up… I didn’t mean to… I really didn’t.” Kaeya hid his emotions well, masking the confusion and surprise with your unsteady voice.

“Y/n, you’ll rub your hand raw like that, hear let me help.” He must have miscalculated again, your body flinching, no, you were cowering away from his touch now. He could tell what you broke this close up from the red stain, and partially because this was his side of the bed. “It’s just a bottle of wine. I’m not mad, not even upset. Look, I'm going to sit right here until you feel comfortable.'' He didn’t raise his voice, in fact, it lowered to be almost too soft for your ears to hear.

He did just that, waiting until you peeked from your scared position to look at him. He waited for you to come to him. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing welcomed kisses to your forehead. “I’m so-”

“Ah-ah, there’s no need to apologize, flower, this isn’t your fault. I’ll get the color from the carpet out in the morning. That doesn’t matter to me alright? What matters is you, did you cut yourself, any scratches at all?” The way you shielded your eyes from him gave it away. He took your hands in his lightly, looking over them, his lips pressing against any minor cuts, being gentle and sweet to you. He lifted you and took you to bed, laying you down before brushing hair from your face. “Allow me a moment, I have a gift for you.”

So he left and came back with a small glass statue of an animal he knew you favored. “Sadly, if I were to give you ice, it would melt, so I thought this was the second-best fit to show you how much I love you.” He didn’t expect you to cry and set it gently on your nightstand, before rushing into his arms.

As he watched you slip into slumber, his soft expression withered, leaving a look you would never see, so he didn’t frighten you that is. He was a pot about to boil over, whoever had done this… he was going to find out about them… He was gentle and sweet to you, but he was protective… now more than ever. You had been hurt on a level of such depth to leave habits that would never heal over, simply stitch together

Childe

He’s not sure why you stay with him.

You seem innocent, sweet, caring, kind, adoring…

And he’s

Well, he's a child, 11th of the Fatui Harbingers?

Not exactly the best person you could have picked.

But to you, he was never the Fatui Harbinger.

His voice, soft and filled with adoration

His body language is always easy to read and full of romantic tips.

His breaths were like the ocean waves of a calm summer's night, and his voice was like the wind on such nights.

He loved you, and he never saw this coming… but he wasn’t going to shy away from it either.

Childe sighed, his hands wrapped around his hair as he stared at his papers. Liyue has been nothing but problems since the incident with that traveler. Consistently being bugged by assignments, in result dates were being canceled left and right. You were starting to be… distant. He wondered if you had begun to see the harbinger instead of Ajax. You were the only one outside family to call him by name, even then his siblings tended to call him only by brother. Ajax off your lips was like mora to Zhongli, appealing. Yet he hadn’t heard you call him that in a week, maybe longer, referring to him by childe. At least that was somewhat intimate compared to the full name of Tartaglia.

His eyes darted up as the door to his office opened, “I brought you a snack.” You smiled, setting the platter on the desk, careful to avoid the papers and ink.

“You didn’t need to do that, you know.'' His tone lacked its typical softness, and he took note of your reaction, immediately changing how you composed yourself in front of him. Had you always done that or was this new? He shook his head with a sigh, grabbing a grape from the bowl and clicking his tongue.

You stood there for a while unsure of the meaning behind his words, harsher than usual, a usual sign of annoyance or dissatisfaction. “Are you just going to stand there until I finish or-?” he tried motioning for the door. As if snapping you from trance, you dipped your head, fidgeting with the edges of your clothes, before stepping towards the door.

He almost missed it… the words that flew from your lip. “Sorry, Tartaglia… sorry.” He had grown used to your meaningless apologies. That was not what irked him, not at all. He may be clueless about your internal war with your past relations, but he is not deaf.

“Excuse me? The fuck did you just call me?” He hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, but you were his lover. Calling him like he was so far above you was… wrong.

“I’m sorry! I...” Your eyes were anywhere but him, and he noticed your hands move behind your back away from his sight. He didn’t know if they were shaking or if you were playing with him.

“Stop with the apologies. It’s really getting on my nerves Y/n! You can’t go a damn hour without acting like you did something to upset me! It’s infuriating, and you called me Tartaglia? What the fuck is with that?” He stood from his seat observing you take a step back, but he was annoyed, genuinely, but it was mainly at himself. He knew he did something to earn the lack of intimacy, to see you look at him like he really was some psychotic harbinger.

“I-I’m … I didn't… I… I...” You were trying to avoid the words, to express you were apologetic without annoying him. To make him calm down, he was angered… at you… his voice raising in your direction because you screwed up. If you weren’t supposed to call him by something professional, what then? Your brain went back to its default almost immediately. “Apologies sir…”

He paused for a moment, eye twitching in frustration as he backed you into a corner, no room against the door to go further. You could just open the door, but your hands were shaking too much. Childe had said before he hated weak people… so naturally, you didn’t want to be weak… not while he was here, especially if he were angry.

As his voice raised to a real shout, you felt smaller than a speck of dust. “Ajax! My name from your lips is supposed to be Ajax. Just what in the tsaritsa’s name-” he reached to brush the hair from his face, only to be struck with the terrifying sight of your violent flinch. Not only did your hands snap to defend, but your head whipped to the side. He took steps back until he could fall into his chair, eyes blown wider than ever as his gaze watched you in silence. It took him a few more moments to process before he could finally speak, be it he spoke in an almost broken whisper. “You… d-did you really think… you thought I would… harm you? Y/n… babe no… nononono, I would never… I'm so sorry.”

You simply nodded before leaving the room.

That night, he shoved any and all requests away. He sent you to go pick something up in Liyue for him while he made the house nice. He cleaned the small rental, dusting it… it seemed neglected, typically you kept the house perfect on your own. How had he not noticed your sudden decrease in activity? It came to him slowly as he put dishes away. You were always so shy asking for things that were for yourself, something he thought was you being introverted. You tended to overreact and look to him in a panic if you broke things… and today… he thought you were scared of him… he cracked the glass in his hand when his mind came to a thought. Whoever did this to you… they were going to see what it’s like to cross a harbinger.

He was almost done setting the cute scene of candles and roses before you came in. “Ah no! My dove, could you wait outside for a mere moment? I’m almost done here!” You didn’t ask why he wanted you to stand outside, but it was a sweet surprise when he opened the door and led you into the room, lit only by candles.

“This is for scaring you. I didn’t mean to raise my voice, I should have asked you if something was wrong instead of being a jerk.” He kissed the top of your forehead, before murmuring an apology. “I’m sorry for making you flinch.” He caught the small smile as you glanced at the petals lining the floor and the giant box of chocolates on the table.

“I- Th-thank you.” He caught the tears falling swiftly, turning you around to wipe them with his thumb. “It’s not your fault though… I wasn't… I could never be scared of you. You’re so sweet to me and never hurt me.”

“Shhh, dove, if it’s too early to chat about it, then you don’t have to tell me… I figured that out. I’ll be more careful with your feelings from here on out okay? You know I love you right?”

“I know Ajax… but I don't deserve all of this.”

“Of course you do, my darling deserves to be spoiled with my riches.” What he opted not to say aloud followed a rather gruesome pattern and perhaps the gift of knowing that person will never hurt you again. He did well to hide that lust, his craving to tear that person limb from limb, over and over until they begged for death.

He was a Fatui harbinger. Could you blame him for picking some extreme ways to take care of this issue?

[artsybecca]

The Arcana Apprentice Aesthetic / Aullura.

[lutawolf]

Hi Luta,

I'm very very new here. Came here after watching LITA. And reading some blogs you wrote and a few others wrote..... i'm pretty sure i'm into this and is somewhere part of the community. I just havn't figured it out. Your posts that I have read so far helped a lot. Thank you.

I read that Rain entered subspace in the bathroom scene in ep 2 and tbh with what Payu was doing to him....it looked like a wonderful place to be.

But can a sub can enter subspace outside of sexual/sensual times? Were there other obvious scenes where Rain entered subspace in LITA other than the bathroom scene?

I'm wondering the same about Payu. Like in the bathroom stall, were there other scenes where Payu enters Domspace (?)

I remember being backed into a corner by one of my friends cuz we were hiding while trying to sneak out of class in highschool. And at first it felt like really good having him in front and wall at the back, like a shield from the rest of the world. But then I freaked out when he didn't move when I tried to push him. Never gave any chance to put myself in that position after that. Then when I saw LITA and not just LITA, a lot other BL dramas, the top often likes to corner the bottom and I keep wondering how they're not freaking out.

I think I felt jealous. cuz they're not freaking out like I did. or I am freaking out for them? tbh, I don't know what I am feeling. It all feels like a mess and I have no one to talk with in person because I'm pretty sure I'll either weird out my friends or scare them away.

So i'm sorry if my questions sounds stupid. I really am stumbling through this and a lot of it is confusing. Being able to pinpoint things on fictional characters really helps me understand better.

Thank you,

-Tate

Hey Hey tate!!

Yay! I'm glad you enjoyed the blog!

You should see the face I'm giving you. No disrespect to anyone but if that was a headspace then you fucking doing it wrong. Was he having a good time? Sure! Did he get hard? Yup! Was he at the point of licking his own arm and would have been willing to spread eagle right there? Nope. We are talking sex drunk before the sex, it's like a mother fucking high to which you feel everything. Every sense you own is open and you're wanting/needing more. Rain was not there. The same can happen for a Dom but it can be dangerous as both of us lost isn't a good place to be.

Not corner. It's caging. Caging is a very important part and ritual of the D/s relationship. It's about giving comfort and security. It's absolutely necessary for both the Dom and sub. And It's Dom not top, sub not bottom. A Dom owns control, a submissive gives control, a top gives sexually, and a bottom takes sexually. A Dom can be a bottom, I take it from my husband on a regular but I assure you when I tell him to kneel, he does. I own the control.

You freaked out because there was no trust there. It hadn't been built. Your friend was not acting like a friend. That was an asshole move.

Caging should absolutely not be done outside an attraction and trust building capacity. I'm glad you went anon so I can be blunt. It sounds like you are a deeper sub than a brat. Which is causing you some anxiety. You've likely got some back history that is making you feel bad about your deep sub desires and you probably felt some kind of way about yourself. That's normal but it does cause heightened anxiety and most subs get a hive feel to their skin at this point. I'm hoping I'm wrong but if not please feel free to message me though I won't be much help. You can also message @thequeenofsastiel who is a deep sub and I know has helped others.

I feel like shit that this might not have been helpful. I hope it was in some way though. 💜💜💜

[nimbus-tatze]

Thanks goes to @h-dgp bc otherwise I'd never live up to my promised posts, in this case a recipe. A long post.

So here's what I'd cook for my mutuals if I could

Psıhaluj, which is dough filled with either cheese, meat, or potato, served with yoghurt and garlic sauce. The dish itself is not super 'rare', variations of it exist in so many cultures, but this is the way our tribe prepares and serves it.

This will be the recipe for the potato version

Start with the filling so it can cool down, otherwise it'll be too hot to handle

For the filling:

4-5 potatoes: boil them and after peeling them take a fork and break them down.

One big onion (or several small ones): finely chop the onions and put them in a pan with a bit of oil on medium heat, until they start to turn translucent at the edges

into the pan add the potatoes, and a good dash of pepper flakes, dried dark purple basil (that's the good stuff, I got a good chunk from my village) and salt. Mix it well. Let it cool.

Also eat that stuff pretending to 'taste it' bc it's good

Now while the filling cools down you can prepare the dough. There are different versions, but I always do the most simple one. Which is:

500 gr of flour

I don't know american dumbass measurements but I think it's half a regular spoon of salt?? I don't know man, I don't stick to a recipe usually. Do whatever you think is approapriate.

mix these two well, then start adding water. How much? I have no idea, just add it bit by bit, by the end the dough should not be sticky. Put it in a plastic bag or smth and let it rest for thirty minutes or so. Or less. I don't write the rules

Ok while the dough and the filling are waiting I usually prepare the sauces. Two types, always, bc that's a rule i WILL stick to.

Sauce one:

Yoghurt, about one and a half cup (or depending on your preference for yoghurt more or less, in my case it's always a bit more)

Add crushed garlic. I could say one clove, but honestly go wild if you want. Just know that sauce no.2 is based on garlic too, so if you can't handle that much stick to one clove (the house is gonna be vampire resistant for the rest of the night, yes, bless my ancestors)

A bit of salt. Just a lil. Mix well. Done.

Sauce Two:

In a pan melt some butter. With some I mean a lot. My people live from animal ag and so I'm used to a lot of butter. Honestly no idea how much. 100 grams? 150 grams? Dunno how that black sheep from the VVitch would try to match my consumption of butter

Before the butter starts to bubble add AT LEAST three or four cloves of garlic (you can add more if you are brave, usually after five cloves I’ll add a bit of water to turn it less intense) and half a spoon of pepper flakes, don't be shy. Put it in there, make sure the butter is hot and let it foam up a bit. Make sure to stir it and don't let the butter turn too dark. If it foams take it off the heat, stir it a bit and let it rest. Done

Ok now that you've got everything ready the troublesome part starts, filling and closing the Psıhaluj.

Take out about a third of the dough, and on a well floured surface, flatten it until it's about 2-3 mm thick. Don't put flour on the top though or you'll have difficulty closing that thing depending on how much water you have used for preparing your dough.

Take a cup with sharper edges, or a cookie cutter, whatever is round. We have a traditional metal cup with engravings for that lmao. Start cutting out circles, they should fit nicely into your palm. Don't do this on all of the dough, just start with a third and then get the filling. If you try to do it one go you'll end up with dry dough disks bc if you havn't done it for years you'll be pretty slow. Ask me how I know.

No. Don't.

Anywayyyyy, take a small spoon, take a good bit of the filling and put it on one side or the center, whatever makes them easier to close for you. If you have difficulty with closing them up tightly take a fork and after putting the Psıhaluj on a surface you can press the end of the fork on the edges to close them up tightly.

Have smth like a big baking sheet or tray ready and put down a kitchen towel. You can put a bit flour on it if the dough has become sticky. They always magically do.

Once you're done with the first third of the dough, repeat the process for the remaining two thirds. All the while make sure to also process the remaining dough from cutting out the circles.

Once you're done it should look smth like this

Ok, by this point you should also have mysteriously found some time to fill a big pot with a lot water and get it to boil. Add salt as you see fit, and then drop in the Psihaluj, again maybe try with a third at first. They should have enough space to swim freely and once they start to float at the top wait maybe another one to two minutes before taking them out (the water should constantly be boiling, your kitchen is gonna look like one of those busy steamy kitchens in tiny back alley restaurants from the movies)

I like to put the finished Psıhaluj into one big casserole/baking dish. Also into that casserole form pour some of that butter garlic sauce on top everytime your done with a third and stir (or shake the entire thing, it's easier) to make sure all the haluj are covered in butter.

Once done with cooking them all and coating them in the sauce I usually put the thing in the middle of the set table and after everyone is seated I'll serve them onto the plates however much anyone likes, starting from the eldest bc I stick to customs. Everyone pours their own yoghurt on top and usually a bit more of the garlic butter to make it look pretty. If you hate wasting stuff, you can take the starchy water you cooked the haluj in, put in some of that dried dark basil and some lemon juice and serve it in a mug, a bit like soup. Not particularly special, but it’s not wasted.

Done. Eat. Be careful of eating too much, that stuff is FILLING. I blame the butter.

Sadly I can't provide you with a picture of the finished product I made myself however here is what i found online (some people like to put dried and crushed peppermint on there as well but that’s mostly non-adyghe people that have us as neighbours)

Additional info from our language, Psı means water, haluj means bread. We made water bread. Great.

Also, maybe be careful who you get close to after that meal, bc you are garlic, garlic is you.

[musedbyalli]

"Iroh I havn't seen you in so long, how are you my brother in law?" Ursa asked curious (For your Iroh muse)

“I have been better.”  The man gave a small, forced smile.  It had been far too long since the firebender had been able to give a sincere smile, but it had little to do with his company.  

Things had been proceeding to go downhill for the general for awhile now.  Despite his position in the Fire Nation, Iroh always had a preference for more peaceful moments, even if he couldn’t have them.  The lost of Lu Ten in battle though was the worst thing that could’ve happened to him.  He would have given himself up instead if he had that chance.  Yet, here he was.  Back in the Fire Nation, while Lu Ten was gone.  It wasn’t fair, but it was the final straw for Iroh.  He was done fighting this pointless war that just lead for death and sorrow for all involved.  Just how many people had he made feel similarly to him.  No one deserved to have to hear the news that he had gotten.  It all made him feel numb and it caused him to avoid most contact with others since his son’s funeral.  It wasn’t a state that seemed appropriate for his nephew and niece to see him in, although he suspected Azula wouldn’t be as affected by it as Zuko.  

Some how though, it felt like these thoughts were too dark to share aloud, although he wouldn’t be surprised if his sister-in-law had some awareness of them.  Almost as though speaking those words aloud would shatter that numbness and just cause that pain to come right back.  That wasn’t something he thought he could handle just yet, or possibly ever.

“How have you been?  It has been far too long since we’ve chatted.  Care for some tea?”  Tea had become his latest fascination to try and distract himself from his own thoughts.  Nothing really new for the man since he often drank it, but now he spent quite a bit of time making it as well.