#i keep forgetting i made a tag for him xD

[quilleth]

This whole album is lovely but this song is currently kicking me in the feels.

[undeadunalive]

Apologies for the current issues with my mental health, with my dad deciding he’s now going to stay here for a whole week then away for a week, then back a whole week from now on, it’s well beyond stressing me out. For folk who’ve known me since I first made Jonathan, you’ll know that when I’m really struggling I tend to delete all my blogs, so far Jonathan’s survived two blog purges in the last 5 years, so he’s the least likely to be abandoned for good. xD

My dad’s away tomorrow for a week, so I should be a better mental state with him gone. Again, I’m sorry about this, I honestly don’t know what to do but I really appreciate people’s patience in the meantime. 

[live-laugh-legolas]

Hey! Since requests are open I'm wondering how the Fellowship would be like in a Coffeeshop AU! Like, can you even trust the hobbits with coffeee? XD

What do we think their coffee shop would be named?

The fellowship coffee shop AU

Aragorn:

-Does he really want to be there? Not particularly

-But he finds some comfort in the simple monotonous routine

-He doesn’t make the coffee because he still can’t figure out the machines

-But he loads things into the machines, out of the oven, and is always the one who carries the coffee grounds out

Legolas:

-He’s a server I would think

-He doesn’t not have work ethic but he gets bored easily

-So he isn’t particularly helpful nor wanted in the kitchen

-He can’t cook or brew coffee

-All the older women flirt with him playfully and he either is oblivious or flirts back

-He might be a big contributor to why they have so many regulars; I mean who wouldn’t want to see him as often as possible?

-He makes himself the weirdest and nastiest combinations, no sorry, abominations to drink/eat

-Convinced he’s come up with a great flavor but it’s possibly lethal to anyone that isn’t him

Gimli:

-Takes this very seriously

-Every bean shall be inspected to ensure only the best quality

-Possibly has his own coffee brand

-Has to have special hair nets made for his beard because normal ones are far too small

-His hair is up in a bun

Boromir:

-He makes the pastries

-He doesn’t understand all the fancy coffees because he drinks it black

-Has a frilly apron that he forget to take off when coming out of the kitchen the first time he wore it

-But now it’s kinda a staple of the cafe because people liked it

-He wants the others to wear matching ones but no one else wears aprons; they just let their clothes get dirty

Frodo:

-Often works the register

-He is the best at customer service

-He’s got good banter, he can handle Karens, and is generally just an approachable little dude

-I also imagine he’s good at math so that’s another reason to work the register

Sam:

-Always working far too hard

-The second someone leaves he’s cleaning the tables

-Keeps everything in order

-Gets so upset when someone says he messed up their pride or something was burnt or something; it wasn’t, they were just being Karens but he took it to heart

-He put out a suggestions box for customers to use

-Sam and Merry are the main bakers but it’s Merry, Frodo, and Aragorn who get there in the wee hours of the morning to start making and prepping everything (Sam is not a morning person)

-Legolas is there too but he works to set up the cafe area and make sure everything’s clean and ready for the day

Merry:

-He flirts with every customer

-Not in a creepy way; he’s really just very charismatic

-He is in charge of coming up with holiday special flavors

-And on the topic of holidays him and Sam go so hard with holiday decorations

-He also was the main designer of the layout of the coffee shop

-He’s got good taste and he’s smart so the shop is both accessible and cute

Pippin:

-Doesn’t actually do anything and no one knows why he even still works there

-Actually no one knows if he’s even actually employed; he says he is but he doesn’t have a name tag that matches the others

-He sits on the counter and talks, and talks, and talks

-He takes pride in offering his opinion to customers on what to get

Gandalf:

-Doesn’t work there

-But you might think he does because he just serves himself

-Like he just goes behind the counter and makes his coffee how he wants it

-He does what he wants and everyone is too scared to argue with him

-He doesn’t always pay; sometimes he just walks out

-But he does always add to the tip jar; it’s not always money though, just whatever he has with him

[chibishortdeath]

Free will strikes again, these were some really fun doodles :3. I think Simon is allowed to be a little visual kei sometimes. Idk I just know he’d vibe with it. Explanations under a cut—

And also a couple unfinished doodles that were just intended to be rough pose/anatomy practice sketches, but ended up accidentally more detailed than intended 💀💀💀. It’s nothing graphic, but ⚠️slight artistic nudity warning⚠️ anyway in case d(>_< ).

Hehehe, this is based off of a photo from Malice Mizer live, it’s Simon in place of Mana and Fuma in place of Gackt. Very fun pose to draw!!! Especially cause it’s a pose with a whip and also cause idk why but I find poses with one or both arms up pretty easy to draw. And yeah yay, Fuma inclusion yippie :3!

I don’t have any other explanation for why this exists other than dresses are cool. So I made him one :D. The coord has a half caplet that connects to a shoulder paldron on the other shoulder by chain with a little cross. Under that there’s a blouse and skirt combo with patterns similar to his SQ armor and some rose thorn patterns around the ends of the sleeves and collar. Over that is a corset and under is a cage crinoline made to look like crosses peaking around the edge. Shoes carry outfit motifs like the roses on the bow tie and headdress and the lace throughout. Also, an eyepatch with cross on it because yeah, cute :3. I’d probably wear this if I had uh any skill in sewing at all (TwT ).

A not chibi version of the above outfit! Except probably without the crinoline with how the skirt fabric is sitting lol. Tbh I think Simon would probably be fine with this for a little bit and then get uncomfortable about having so many layers on. I don’t think he’d like tights at all 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀. Hmmm I’ll have to draw a version of it that’d be more comfortable for him hmm maybe tomorrow.

Another Simon holding Dracula’s heart artwork. Shout out to how this guy just carries this thing around for so long lol.

Simon facing off against his worst enemy: stairs! This one was practice drawing characters in backgrounds, since I’m so rusty at actually drawing those two things together (ToT ). I can draw a separate background fine, but the second I have to put someone in it I just completely forget what I’m doing XD.

This one is also a practice! He’s running up to the altar in Drac’s basement. The lighting was fun for this one, but I forgot to draw the whip in his hand 💀.

This one was an attempt at drawing a skeleton and keeping the same proportions in a drawing of someone (Simon) who is uh not a skeleton. Fun fact! It took me like 5 tries to get the skeleton to not just look like Papyrus Undertale cause holy heck do the skeletons from that game take a hold of some part of your art style and never let go 💀💀💀💀

CASTLEVANIA JUDGEMENT HAS HATS??? AS LIKE AN UNLOCKABLE?????????? So obviously I had to draw Simon (x2) with the bow options. Pink probs looks really nice with his hair tbh. And the striped bow was black and white so it fits with the Judgement design’s outfit. If I ever actually play this game again (I suck so bad at it), I’ll be trying to get these for the very important reason of Simon cute. :3

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Ok now these two. The first one was a different attempt at that Mana pose, but a bigger scale and a bit less exaggerated. I ended up having to do a ton of edits to it cause I kept making things too big or too small lol. And the second one is just a couple dynamic posing practices. They’re also excuses to draw more arm up poses cause they’re fun X3. He was just supposed to have like a generic placeholder rectangle er um uh there, but some of the sketchy lines ended up looking like what’s supposed to be in that spot, so I just didn’t wanna risk these being on main tags out in the open 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀. Though, tbh, I’ve seen more explicit things on the tags so eh, better safe than sorry tho (- w - )

[ainyan]

NGL, not understanding the hate for the end of Veilguard. Seeing a lot of people saying 'Oh, I loved it until the end', but I saw nothing to hate?

Spoiler tagged, but also spoilers for the entire game, including the ending, under the cut:

I completed 100% of the shrines, quests, and chests in the game. I killed every dragon, 3-starred every faction, maxed every vendor, got Hero of the Veilguard for every companion and got most of them up to rank 10. I played a Shadow Dragon Rook who saved Treviso, romanced Lucanis, and hooked up Taash and Harding.

So I sacrificed Harding. She's the only one I lost. Everyone else survived, all of the team, all of the faction leaders, the Inquisitor, the whole lot of them. And yes, it was a super hard decision to make, because I adore Harding and I love Harding and Taash, but man, I couldn't lose Assan, and I headcanon ship Lucanis/Rook/Davrin.

I redeemed Solas - something I wasn't even sure would be possible. I convinced him to keep the Veil intact and to protect it with his life, and I believe him when he says he will.

I got a great romance scene with Lucanis, and people who keep wondering where the romance scene is with him, were we playing the same game? Yeah, I didn't get to see them bone, but man, what I got was so damn sweet and perfect and absolutely Rook and Lucanis that it made me happier than a steamy sex scene would have been.

I got to hug Assan. A lot. And play with his brothers and sisters in Arlathan Forest. And play RPS with Manfred. Speaking of Manfred, he's a cute little Watcher apprentice now and I simply love him to bits.

I'm even one of only 2% of people on Steam who brought Hope back to the Wetlands.

I got the secret ending that gives me a clue as to the next big bad, and that was kind of interesting to see. A friend referred to them as 'the Ascians all along' and, well, I guess? We don't know enough about them for me to be pissed that there's another puppeteer in the shadows yet.

And yes, I had guessed about Varric pretty early in when no one else talked to him or about him or made any comments on him. And I figured even if he was alive, he *would* end up dying by the end, so finding out he was dead all along didn't really bother me - and just gave me one more reason to be annoyed with Solas for using my emotions against me. It was pretty par for the course for him.

I got a super sweet letter for my Inquisitor from Cullen, and that was very nice.

I understand the concerns over the fate of the South, but 1) The Inquisitor's letters say 'most', not 'all', and at the end, the blight was dying in Minrathous. There's a good chance it did so in the South as well, and at least some portion of it was saved. A good chunk of the North got wiped out too, let's not forget - it's not like we sacrificed one for the other. And I don't know what would have happened if I *hadn't* disbanded the Inquisition - I'll see if that changes anything next playthrough.

So, no, I don't get the hate. I enjoyed the story, I enjoyed the pacing, I enjoyed the combat. Maybe my only complaint is that there were too many times my dodge didn't seem to want to fire or my slow-time for my arrows wasn't working, which made fights take longer than they had to. But I think I died like maybe three times in the entire game to something that wasn't me jumping into the water. So.

I enjoyed it. I'll play it again, this time with an Elven Rook - not sure what background yet. But I still need to romance Davrin, and maybe Bellara as well. But... I'm waiting for the Golden Nug, because the idea of rehunting all of that crap makes me cringe. XD

[unluckiestmember]

Can I request big brother Aki headcanons? :D

Coming right up but for those who haven't read the manga yet, be careful-

SPOILERS AHEAD!

Aki Hayakawa X Little Brother! Reader

Characters: Aki, Denji and Power

Tags: Overprotective! Aki, Big Brother! Aki, fluff, slight angst, Power being Power, Denji being Denji, smothering, familial love and platonic love.

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: As much as I love Aki, I am so glad I'm not related to this guy. XD

Warning! Big protective brother alert!

Aki is something like a helicopter brother when it comes to you, whether you like it or not.

He’s not going to stop you from doing something stupid, but if it can kill you, he’s keeping you six feet away from it.

He doesn’t care if you get embarrassed, your safety comes first.

If you two are on a mission together for Public Safety, don’t expect to kill a lot of devils.

You’d be lucky to even get a hit in with how quick Aki is to the punch.

Expect Power and Denji to ridicule you at first for being a porcelain doll.

The first missions are unbearable with how your brother is to the point where you have to talk to him about it or it’ll get worse.

And luckily you did!

In the beginning Aki thought you were being ridiculous, but when everyone, including Himeno and Makima agreed with you on his antics, he changed.

For the better even!

He eventually let you go on missions by yourself with other Public Safety members.

He let you kill demons on your own.

Aki gave you freedom, but still kept you at a protective distance.

If you are in any kind of trouble, he will still swoop in to save his little brother.

If not him, Power and Denji will. Not only do they have a choice, but they see you as family too.

SPOILERS AHEAD!

When the Gun Devil was rumored to be neutralized, Aki didn’t even relax.

Instead, he made sure that you were safe the entire time.

It was because of his proactive nature, he found out that the Gun Devil being defeated was a hoax.

At the end of the day, his life didn’t matter. What mattered more was the safety of you, Denji and Power.

He wasn’t going to lose someone else.

He couldn’t lose another brother…

And he didn’t.

Even if it meant he had to go or the world had to nearly fall apart, he made sure his newfound family wasn’t going to be broken.

Aki cares about you. He loves you.

Please don’t forget that…

Chainsaw Man Requests are open!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3

[cosmic-kinglet]

Moon's now met Dazzle!!! And he's already gotten further than anyone else in thinking about WHAT Dazzle is! I guess the question now is which will come first? Moon discovering Dazzle's 'secret' or Dazzle telling it to Sun? Either way, we're getting closer to THAT can of worms being opened! (Sort of unrelated, but I still wonder if Sun told Moon that they eventually learned that Bloodmoon was the one responsible for July 16th. I guess, at this point, it doesn't REALLY matter, but I'm still just curious if Sun mentioned that or not.)

Meanwhile, Eclipse has discovered some dimension that's only 3 months old...Know what ELSE happened 3 months ago? The major multi-dimensional collapse. I just checked. That happened 3 months ago. It COULD be a coincidence...but giving that EXACT timeframe...I don't know. It's definitely worth keeping in mind. Maybe some cosmic force tried to restore some amount of balance after the sudden loss of over 5,000 dimensions?

Another idea: Dark Sun got the means to create his pocket dimension shortly before the collapse. I don't know if it would be possible for him to have then used that same technology, or maybe the Star he made, to create a full dimension. The only thing about that is that, based on what Eclipse said, this new dimension has a full population of around 8 billion people. I don't know what Dark Sun would have wanted, or stood to gain, from creating a fully-populated dimension. But, again, I'm just laying out some possibilities.

Anyway, on a bit of a lighter note, I honestly sort of want to see Puppet try to tag-team with Earth to convince Eclipse to make some sort of a life for himself. Because yeah, he tried to make the argument that, with 8 billion people, he couldn't possibly be alone in that dimension. At the same time, there's VERY little chance of him actually trying to meet people or create a life for himself. He'll probably just go back to isolating himself, like he always has. And, he's still clearly trying to deny that Earth could possibly REALLY care about him. Because why would she? Why would she truly care about someone like him? Obviously, she'll just forget about him after she gets Solar back. Right? So, while it may not be possible for Eclipse to exist in the dimension once Solar is back, I'd at least like to see Earth and Puppet try to convince him to do more with this new opportunity.

Final note: I apparently need Vegeta to help me figure out finances. XD

[amethystina]

wondering about n9: To Live In Sin 😈🔥 tell us more if you’d like (whenever you have time, of course)

To Live In Sin is one of those fics that I started working on because there were simply too many thoughts and impressions crowding inside my head after I had finished watching The Guest. I was just so filled with emotions that I needed an outlet, if you know what I mean?

And, seriously: how could I possibly resist writing about a stoic, repressed Catholic priest realising he's having Gay Feelings™ for a reckless, annoying little shit he somehow ended up getting really attached to?

I have a type, okay?

But, admittedly, I didn't get very far before I was derailed by other projects. Or was guilted into putting it on hiatus, rather. But someday — maybe after a rewatch — I'll get back to it? I have about 1 000 words right now and it would end up being fairly short, I think.

Well, fairly short for being me, that is. Which means anything between 5-20k. Though it would get longer than that if I decide to make a second part where I turn it into a thruple. Because God knows my girl Gil Young deserves some love after putting up with the other two idiots for as long as she does.

ANYHOW. Here's a little snippet, specifically the part that just wouldn't leave me alone unless I wrote it down. Though keep in mind that it's set after the drama ends so warning for spoilers! (sort of)

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Choi Yoon was living in sin.

It wasn't the kind of sin that most people indulged in but, then again, he wasn't most people. To the average person, sin was drinking too much, stealing, committing adultery, or perhaps gambling away their family's saving. Selfish acts of greed and violence, hurting both themselves and those around them.

Yoon had very few vices along those lines, but he was still a sinner.

Because Choi Yoon coveted.

He yearned.

When he'd first realized it, what he coveted had been something he couldn't have — something he thought was forever out of his reach. Lost to the deep, bottomless darkness of the East Sea. And, in many ways, that had made it safe. Still a sin, for sure, but a temptation that tasted of grief and loss, over before it even began.

It wasn't dangerous to covet something he knew he could never have.

And so, despite knowing he shouldn't, he'd allowed the yearning to gain hold — didn't immediately push it away as he should have. Didn't admit to his treacherous thoughts during confession so they could be forgiven and cleansed, leaving him pure again.

He didn't want purity.

He didn't want to be forgiven.

He didn't want to forget.

Instead, he'd clung to the bone-deep, aching yearning, desperate for a fraction of what he'd lost, hungry for that spark of sacrilegious desire, reveling in how alive it made him feel. He found solace in how fiercely the emotions burned.

It had made it easier to deal with the grief.

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Yoon is doing GREAT, thanks for asking xD

WIP Tag Game

[stardust-3saders]

LiaTaro (mostly Jotaro focused) Headcanons!

I've been wanting to post some more bits of writing, more when it comes to the behavior of the poly and some personal headcanons I have.

Big thanks to my friend @magthemage for the help with these! I don't oftenly see people do it, but talking with someone who doesn't have a character (in this case Jotaro) as F/o helps a lot to brainstorm while staying away from it becoming oof XD

Anyway! Here they are! I don't think there's anything to tag as warning, just a bit of Jotaro's PTSD but nothing else, so dw!

Under the cut because they're kinda lengthy!

Tag list: @spookysinner45 @iceicewifey

Lemme know if you want to be added by answering this form! 💜

Let's put straight a fact that, sadly, a lot of people seem to forget: Intimacy is hard. Especially with characters that were written during the 80s boom of the hypermasculinity trope.

There are three distinct characteristics associated with the hypermasculine personality: the view of violence as manly, the perception of danger as exciting and sensational, and callous behavior toward women and a regard toward emotional displays as feminine.

Something quite fitting for Kujo Jotaro. And when it came to him joining Lia and Noriaki's relationship, this was a recurring issue.

Not having a healthy model that showed him the kind of affection it was normal to share with a partner since Sadao was rarely around, his personality and factors such as his PTSD after Egypt; things had a rough start.

Yet, something that we know defines Jotaro, is how he doesn't like the idea of giving up, even when it comes to something he isn't used to.

So in order to get to a healthy and understanding point in their relationship, Lia had to spend a lot of time, effort, and probably have an ulcer removed, to try to get Jotaro to a point where he's a bit more able to express his feelings without him feeling like he has failed himself.

It's not like Jotaro doesn't feel, but rather that he can't express things normally, or it would go against his core values.

⭐One of the first things that Lia managed to establish was a different way to communicate. Because saying "I love you" just made Jotaro feel weak and vulnerable, Lia proposed an alternative: for him to squeeze her hand twice. Same meaning, but without forcing him into an uncomfortable position.

It was like Jotaro had seen the moon for the first time in years.

What started with him trying that just before sleep, and with Lia answering in kind, turned to him grabbing Lia's hand and squeezing over the smallest things. As a compliment to a thank you, as a random gesture, or just her being close.

It had been a long evening. With Noriaki being not only the last to arrive home, but also having returned absolutely exhausted; the usual chores shared by the trio were left in charge of Lia and Jotaro.

Unlike their usual routine, this time there was a heavy–although not uncomfortable– silence between the pair.

Still, as efficient as always, anything left to clean and put away in the kitchen was soon finished.

Lazily, the couple walked towards their respective bedrooms (Kujo having one of his own to avoid stepping over his boundaries and keeping the steady process of him feeling more comfortable). However, as Lia finished bidding him goodnight with a yawn, she felt herself being stopped by a bigger hand grabbing onto hers.

“Jojo?” She looked up at him, her head tilted in confusion as she noticed how he tried to avoid her gaze.

Yet, before she could call out to him again, she felt his hand gently squeezing hers twice.

Being the first time he had used this way of showing affection, she couldn't stop her mouth from opening slightly in surprise.

Barely catching sight of blush on his face due to the lack of light, her face softened.

She squeezed his hand in return with a soft smile directed to the man, finally letting go and allowing each other to retreat to their rooms for the night.

⭐While Jotaro was incapable of outwardly expressing his affection with words, Lia noticed that he normally roamed towards silent actions, kind of expecting her to understand them.

Examples of this were when she normally complained that her children were being absolute brats and making the class more difficult to handle, Jotaro would just reply "わかった" (got it) and stop communication, only for Lia to arrive home with Jotaro having actually gone out of his way to purchase food from a local mom-and-pop shop on the way home.

While he normally doesn't expect to be thanked for it, every time Lia does, he simply turns around, pulls his cap down and mutter an "...うん", busying himself with anything else available nearby just so Lia doesn't catch him making a silly smile.

⭐We know that due to his PTSD, Jotaro has a hard time sleeping almost every night. He normally tosses and turns, and sometimes hits things in his sleep, another reason he normally waits for Lia and Noriaki to be asleep for him to move to his room.

But sometimes Lia finds him sitting in the middle of the night on the balcony, cigarette in hand, trying to calm his nerves.

And being aware of his silent nature, and how easily it is for him to instantly return to his shell; she simply sits next to him, waiting for him to show any sign of him wanting a physical interaction like touching her hand or thanking her for being there.

That's when she knows she can try to physically reassure him, with little things like caressing his back, leaning against him or even let him rest his head on her thighs, something he absolutely adores doing, but is ashamed to do when Nori is awake and around... or when anyone else can see him.

And if her touch doesn't feel enough, she'll even goof around a bit, just like the few times they actually talked in the past while alone. Not as annoying as she used to be, but still enough as to get his mind distracted from whatever is troubling him those nights.

January was never an easy month.

Despite bad memories being left in the past, the seasonal drop in mood always brought back a bad taste in everyone's mouth.

A taste of bile and blood.

Being well accustomed to the weight at her sides during the night, it wasn't strange for Lia to be woken up as soon as her mind noticed the empty spot on the bed.

It was a routine event at this point. The memories of that night affected Jotaro more than often to anyone. Because, while Noriaki had also been in a pretty bad situation that almost cost his life, the difference was that the redhead actually knew how to reach out for help. And after many years of therapy, he was able to ground himself better.

For Jotaro, on the other hand, it was as if any progress he had made through the years suddenly disappeared. He hid himself away from others, resorting to smoking, although it was a habit he had been trying to quit.

And having gone through the same situation quite a couple of times before, Lia knew exactly where to find him.

Quickly going to grab some water from the kitchen, she went to the balcony, finding Kujo seated on the floor of the balcony, lazily dangling a cigarette between his fingers as his leg anxiously bounced up and down.

Frowning as her gaze landed on him, she knocked softly on the door frame, letting him know about her arrival without startling him.

With the dim light that the moon provided him, she barely caught a glimpse of him looking at her by the corner of his eye. This, accompanied by the motion of his leg stopping, was enough to let her know that he was aware of her presence at his side.

In slow movements, she sat down at his side, leaving enough space between their bodies to avoid touching him before he felt comfortable and calm enough. She placed the glass in the space between them, a small smile forming on her lips as she saw him take it, slowly taking a sip from it before placing it back down.

The pair spent a few minutes in silence, bashing in the soft sounds of the night. Yet, Lia couldn’t help but to scrunch her nose as the smoke from his cigarette reached her and tickled her throat, threatening to make her cough.

Noticing this, the raven frowned, letting out a tired sigh as he put out the lit cigarette.

“You didn’t have to do that, y’know?” Lia frowned at him, removing a hand that she unconsciously had moved to cover her nose and mouth.

“You don’t like it”

She let out a sigh, hugging her legs against her chest and resting her head on her knees before directing her gaze towards him.

“It’s true that I don’t like it… and that I wish you used a healthier alternative to calm down. But I can’t force you to stop doing it.”

Jotaro raised a brow at her, incredulous of what she had said after she spent so many times reprimanding him for the smell of tobacco and the smoke.

“You still bitch about it” He said, his tone having a hint of playfulness rather than annoyance.

“It's not bitching, it's giving you advice!” she frowned as she heard him scoff lightly. “I mean it!”

She turned in place, her body fully facing him as she sat cross legged at his side.

“It's as if one day I arrived and told you and Nori that I'm gonna drop everything to become, I don't know… an idol. You cannot forbid me from doing it, but you can give me advice about how bad of an idea that is.”

He looked at Lia for a few seconds, his brow still raised as he processed her words, before letting out a sigh as he crossed his arms, looking back to the city.

“Yeah, because you suck at singing”

Lia could only frown at his words, a small pout forming on her lips as she glared at him.

“I'm going to take that as you understanding my point rather than trying to attack me”

She turned back to her original sitting position, lightly and playfully bumping into him as she leaned against his arm.

Still, a small smile formed on her lips as she heard the faintest chuckle coming from him, noticing how he seemed more relaxed than when she arrived.

She looked up at him for a moment, making Jotaro look down at her as he felt Lia's gaze on him, a questioning look on his face.

“We’re not going anywhere, and you're not going to end up alone. Please keep that in mind.”

Just as Lia finished speaking, she noticed a glimpse of something in his eyes. A mix of surprise and something else…

Yet, before she could even mention it, her sight went black, and soon enough she noticed his cap somehow on her head, blocking her view.

“When did you even-?”

“Shut up”

Ah, that tone. For someone random, it would sound like the same monotonous tone he always had, but she could easily distinguish the light embarrassment it hid under.

She couldn't help but to chuckle, shaking her head in amusement as she leaned further into him, deciding to give him some peace of mind and keep quiet, at least for that night.

She would make sure of teasing him enough once the next day arrived, though.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hello steeeeephhhh :D

yet another rant incoming - hold on! (or ignore your choice lmao)

but like-

OKAY.

idk why it took me so long to watch the rdj sherlock holmes movies but like... HAHAAHAHAHAH HOW CAN A MOVIE TRY SO DESPERATELY TO BE STRAIGHT AND END UP SO BEAUTIFULLY GAYYYYY

lmaoooo literally can't. it's just too funny!!!

i watched them both (are there really only two?) (nvm i just looked it up myself - yes there are only two)

thaha. holmes constantly trying to sabotage watson's relationship with mary and watson actually giving in to holmes' attempts to keep him company... it is hilarious!

OH aaalso... the first one was made before the bbc show right? it's funny to see the parallels between those!

(bbc did better but honestly nothing will ever be better than bbc sherlock to me...)

(jude law is an amazing watson!!! not entirely convinced of rdj as sherlock holmes. maybe i didn't buy his british accent xD (or maybe i am just too big of a sucker for benny boi xD) (who am i kidding ofc i am too big of a sucker for benefit cumbernoodle))

ANYGAYS!!! i hope youre okay and i am sending you hugs!!!

btw i am sorry for my random rants in your inbox but... i don't know i just love the way you interact with your asks... ask-people? what is that called??? idk but i hope you know what i mean!)

whoop!! reminded me of how much i love sherlock haha (not that i could ever forget i am just in desperate need of a rewatch)

(am i making too many brackets?) (i totally am) (shut up turtely it's getting awkward) OKAYYYY BYYEEE

love you take care youre wonderful and loved and beautiful and perfect just the way you are and I NEED TO STOP AND BRING THIS TO AN END NOW!!!

-🐢

Hey Turtely!!!

OMG I LOVE RDJ Holmes, and it's so BEAUTIFUL. The first one came out in 2009, and Sherlock came out in 2010, so yes, RDJ Holmes was first, and I fell in love with that one first (I got into Sherlock in 20...13? Just before season 3). The two RDJ films are still a couple of my faves, and there's been talks for YEARS for a third one (I know both RDJ and Law want to do it, but I think the problem is all the issues plaguing WB...)

AND OMG the BEST PART?? Law literally shamed a reporter for calling their relationship a bromance; I think they BOTH want the third one to be an explicit queer relationship, but I think the big hurdle is the studio interference and (BEFORE 2023) was the remaining copyrights not having expired. NOW that all the ACD canon is public domain, the big hurdle is the WB.

Anyway, I love them, SO MUCH. I ship them SO hard, and now I think I'm gonna go rewatch the movies because they're SO beautiful. I love them to bits.

Since it's been over a decade since the last one, I would LOVE SH3 to explore them older and together. I think that would be lovely.

I have a lot of fun stuff in my rdj holmes , ritchie holmes , and sherlock holmes 2009 tags you can check out!

And thank you for your kind words. I will try my best to take care of myself <3 My heart is a squishy at the praise LOL

[eikaeli]

~DUTY TO DEVOTION~

Pairing: Demon Prince!Choi San x Angel Princess!Reader

Tags: Angst, fluff, maybe a little bit of smut, happy ending/sad ending, jealousy, humor

I'm bad at describing!!!

The rest of Ateez are here for a moment, Seonghwa is a playboy

Synopsis: Two worlds collided for peace. San, the prince of hell has to rethink his father's decision for him to force an alliance with the princess of heaven, through an arranged marriage. Can they be the pair that will live happily ever after? Or is it just a duty to be fulfilled Part 1/Part 2/Part 3 In a world where demons and angels coexisted, there were two powerful kingdoms: the Kingdom of Haven and the Kingdom of Thorne. The two kingdoms had been in conflict for centuries, but the tension was finally ending. The King of Demons and the Queen of Angels had decided to bring peace to their kingdoms through an arranged marriage between their children. Prince San, the second son became a candidate or should we call a replacement for this arranged marriage as Prince Seonghwa, the eldest son was a playboy. Their father was unhappy with Prince Seonghwa's attitude and sick of his son bringing home different women every night. So, San has to step in to grant his old man's wish. San's POV: I was called to the throne room, and my father wants to talk to me about something important. It set my heart to beat faster than usual, and with heavy footsteps, I entered the throne room. "Father," I greet my father as I step into the room. "San, my son, I need to speak with you."

I could tell by the tone of my father's voice that this was going to be a serious conversation. I braced myself and walked into his throne room.

"What is it, Father?" I asked, trying to keep the edge out of my voice.

"It's about your brother, Seonghwa," my father said with a scowl.

"He's been neglecting his duties and spending all his time with those human girls. He's no longer fit to be our next king."

I suppressed a sigh. Seonghwa had always been a playboy, but I didn't want to see him cast out of the family.

"What does this have to do with me?" I asked.

"You are the next in line for the throne, San," my father said pointedly. "And as such, it is your duty to marry and secure the future of our kingdom. I have arranged a marriage for you with the Angel Princess Y/N."

My heart sank at the mention of an arranged marriage. I had always hoped to find love on my own terms, but it seemed like that was never going to happen.

"I understand, Father," I said evenly, trying not to show any disappointment. "I will do my duty and marry Princess Y/N."

"Good," my father said with a nod of approval. "I expect you to treat her with respect and honor. And don't forget San - this is not just about you. This is about the future of our kingdom."

I nodded, knowing that my father was right. But as I left the throne room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness at the thought of marrying someone I didn't love. Author's POV:

San was feeling overwhelmed after his conversation with his father. He knew that marrying Y/N was the right thing to do for their kingdoms, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being used as a replacement for his brother.

He needed someone to talk to, someone who would listen without judgment. And there was only one person he trusted enough to confide in - Yeosang. Author's notes: Yeo will judge you're ass, so be careful XD

Yeosang was San's closest friend, and he knew that he could always count on him for advice and support. So he made his way to Yeosang's chamber, hoping that he would be there.

Thankfully, Yeosang was in his chamber. "What you want?" Yeosang with his bitchy attitude questioned San's presence in his chamber. "Can I talk to you for a second?" San asked. "Yeah, sure. Come in," San sighed heavily and sat down on the bed. "I just had a conversation with my father about my wedding to Y/N," he explained. "And I'm feeling pretty overwhelmed."

Yeosang raised an eyebrow. "I see. And what kind of advice are you looking for?"

San hesitated for a moment before finally admitting, "I don't know what to do. I'm not sure if I'm ready for this kind of commitment."

Yeosang nodded thoughtfully. "Well, you could always talk to Y/N about your concerns," he suggested.

San shook his head. "I don't want to burden someone I barely know about my concerns, I never met her, Yeo.

Yeosang nodded and gave him a small smile. "Then maybe you should talk to someone who's been in a similar situation," he said.

San looked at him quizzically. "Who?"

Yeosang shrugged. "Well, I've never been in an arranged marriage, but I do know a thing or two about commitment."

San chuckled. "You're not even dating anyone, Yeosang."

Yeosang grinned. "Exactly. I'm an expert in being single."

San rolled his eyes but couldn't help but laugh. Yeosang always had a way of making him feel better.

"San, marriage is a big responsibility," Yeosang finally said after a while. "But if you do love Y/N, and if you think that you can be a good partner to her, then I think you should go for it. You can't let your fears and doubts hold you back."

San nodded, taking in Yeosang's words. He appreciated his friend's honesty.

"Can I ask you something?" San said after a moment. "What about Jongho? Do you think that you'll ever tell him how you feel?"

Yeosang's cheeks turned slightly pink, but he didn't look away. "I don't know, San. It's complicated. I don't want to risk our friendship, but sometimes I can't help the way that I feel."

San understands that his friend is shy to confess his feeling, but when the time has come, he will always be there for his friend.

"Thanks, Yeosang," San said gratefully. "You always know how to put things into perspective."

Yeosang just shrugged. "Anytime, man. You know I'm always here for you."

San left Yeosang's room feeling much better than when he had arrived. He knew that he still had a lot to figure out, but he was grateful to have a friend like Yeosang who could help him through it all.

Author's POV:

Y/N was sitting in her room when her mother came to deliver the news. She had been expecting it, of course - as a princess, she had always known that an arranged marriage was a possibility. But that didn't make it any easier to hear.

"Y/N, I have some news," her mother said, sitting down next to her on the bed. "I have arranged for you to marry Prince San of the Demon Kingdom."

Y/N's heart sank. She had heard of Prince San, of course - he was known for his fiery temper and his powerful control over fire and darkness. But she had never met him, and the idea of marrying a stranger was daunting.

"I don't know if I'm ready for this," Y/N said, her voice shaking slightly. "What if I don't love him? What if he doesn't love me?"

Her mother put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Y/N, it's natural to feel anxious. But you are strong and capable, and I have no doubt that you will make a wonderful wife to Prince San. And who knows - maybe you'll even fall in love with him."

Y/N wasn't convinced, but she appreciated her mother's reassurance. She knew that her duty as a princess was to do what was best for her people, even if it meant sacrificing her own happiness.

But that didn't make it any easier to face her teasing older brother, Woo. He had always been a bit of a jokester, and he took great delight in teasing Y/N about her impending marriage.

"Hey, Y/N, have you started practicing your demon-summoning spells yet?" he joked, winking at her.

Y/N rolled her eyes, trying not to let his teasing get to her. "Ha ha, very funny, Woo. I'm sure you'll be the first one I call if I ever need to summon a demon."

Woo chuckled. "Well, you never know. Maybe you'll end up falling in love with the demon prince after all."

Y/N gave him a playful shove. "I highly doubt that. But speaking of love interests, I heard a rumor that someone has a crush on the royal chef."

Woo's eyes widened in alarm. "What are you talking about? I don't have a crush on anyone!"

Y/N smirked. "Oh really? Because I heard that you've been spending an awful lot of time in the kitchen lately, trying to impress a certain someone."

Woo's face turned bright red. "Okay, fine, you got me. I do have a ....crush on Changbin. But you can't tell anyone, Y/N! Please?"

Y/N put on a mock-serious expression. "Hmm, I don't know, Woo. It might be fun to see how the royal staff reacts when they find out that the Princess's brother has a crush on the chef."

Woo groaned. "Okay, okay, I get it. I'll stop teasing you about the demon prince if you promise not to tell anyone about my crush. Deal?"

Y/N laughed. "Deal." Despite her worries about the future, moments like this reminded her that she still had her family's love and support, and that was something she could always count on.

Author's POV:

Seonghwa made his way to Hongjoong's chambers, feeling a mix of anger and disappointment at the news that he was being replaced by his younger brother for the arranged marriage. As he entered the room, Hongjoong looked up from the book he was reading, and immediately sensed the tension in Seonghwa's body.

"What's wrong?" Hongjoong asked, setting the book aside and giving Seonghwa a concerned look.

Seonghwa let out a frustrated sigh. "It's this marriage," he said. "My father is making me step aside for San. It's not fair, Hongjoong. I am the oldest son, I should be the one marrying the princess."

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. "Is that what's bothering you?" he asked. "The fact that you're not getting to marry the princess?"

Seonghwa nodded, feeling his temper rise. "Yes, of course! It's a matter of pride, Hongjoong. I can't just sit back and let my younger brother take my place."

Hongjoong leaned forward, placing a hand on Seonghwa's shoulder. "Listen to me, Seonghwa," he said firmly. "Your attitude is not right. You're acting like a spoiled child, throwing a tantrum because things didn't go your way. This marriage is not just about you and your pride - it's about the future of our kingdoms, and the peace that it will bring. You need to start thinking about the bigger picture, not just your own desires."

Seonghwa felt a wave of shame wash over him as Hongjoong's words sank in. He knew that his friend was right - he had been acting selfishly, without considering the consequences of his actions. "You're right," he said quietly. "I'm sorry, Hongjoong. I just...I can't help feeling disappointed."

Hongjoong gave him a small smile. "It's okay to feel disappointed, Seonghwa. But you need to learn to channel that energy into something positive. Find a way to support your brother, and to make this marriage work for everyone involved. Who knows, maybe you'll find happiness in unexpected ways."

Seonghwa snorted. "Yeah, right. Like who would want me now?"

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. You're a catch, Seonghwa. If no one else wants you, I'll take you."

Seonghwa laughed, feeling a little bit lighter. "Thanks, Hongjoong. I appreciate it."

Hongjoong winked at him. "Anytime, my friend."

Author's notes: This is the first-ever au/fic I have written with the help of ChatGPT, my own imagination, and the AI just created what and how I want the plots to be. English is my second language after Bahasa Melayu.

To Be Continued...

[cometcon]

I did it. I wrote fanfic for Helluva Boss. Striker is consuming my mind. XD

So I was looking through the Striker tag on here for more of my favourite bastard snakey boi and found this really neat artwork. :D

And it's a really interesting concept and the artwork is so well done and they've kept just enough of Striker's sinister energy in the images that my brain just wouldn't leave me alone about it. And it got me thinking: Redeemed Striker cuddling up to Moxxie for warmth is definitely cute and even I love it (and I'm aromantic as fuck XD ). But would it be possible to write something with the same basic concept, just making it a different scenario to involve my first impression of Striker instead, without having to redeem and develop Striker first? Can I have my cake and eat it too? XD

I've changed my mind since I first posted this so here's the freshly edited new introductory waffle:

I want to flesh this out a little and write it as a whole oneshot partnered with my Blitz/Striker fic which is also set during Harvest Moon and maybe ending along the lines of the events in the canon episode, but in the meantime my brain churned out about 800 words for the specific prompt. I think I'm leaning for the fic being about Moxxie's perspective of Striker arriving at the farm as in canon. Moxxie dislikes him immediately and since Striker is an egotistical supremacist piece of shit he just doubles down on the dickwad behaviour, but keeps it subtle enough for Blitz and Millie to do their usual thing of overlooking Moxxie's concerns about things they don't see as a problem/threat/red flag (I promise I'm not hating on them; I enjoy their characters but also sometimes it does seem like a fair bit of the shit Moxxie gets dragged into could have been avoided if they'd listened to him. XD Though then we wouldn't have the parts of the show I enjoy, so again, not complaining, just playing with it. Don't kill me lol.) And Moxxie understandably gets sick of Striker's shit and they begin a tit for tat resulting in Moxxie shooting Striker's window 'by accident' and then 'forgetting' to fix it. XD And since they're all sleeping in the farm house, Striker chooses to escalate with a cruel and unusual punishment...

Behold, my first ever attempt at dark fluff. XD

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The sound of the door opening and soft light spilling across the room made Moxxie's eyelids flicker, a low growl of annoyance building in his chest. 

Millie had a bad habit of laughing off their boss' infuriating behaviour, finding it amusing. Cute, even. Moxxie vehemently disagreed, yet his complaints typically fell on deaf ears, so he usually just endured. But these night-time visits were reaching the absolute line and Moxxie had had enough. He didn't care what his wife said, he was going to fucking murder Blitz if he took even one more step toward-

His back tensed in surprise as the covers lifted, the mattress behind him sinking beneath Blitz's weight. The night had finally come. He'd suspected his boss would escalate, but the fact it was really happening took its sweet time trickling through his outraged mind. Moxxie's vicious attempt to slam his elbow into the licentious imp's gut was too slow and easily thwarted as a large hand latched onto his arm, halting its trajectory. 

"Blitz, I swear to fucking Satan, I will claw your eyes out of your skull and feed them to Luna! Get off me," he hissed quietly, hoping not to wake his snoring wife. She might just tell him to move over and give Blitz more space before falling asleep again anyway. 

Before he could do much else however, a long, clammy, lithe body that was decidedly not Blitz pressed into him, strong arms wrapping around his much smaller form and pulling him closer. His heartbeat accelerated and a bolt of fear shot down his spine. 

"Shouldn't make threats you can't follow up on, rodent." 

Striker's breath wafted over Moxxie's ear in a gentle caress. He shuddered, tugging uselessly at the unyielding grip trapping him against the assassin as he felt Striker curl further, moulding himself into every part of Moxxie he could reach. Moxxie's tail twitched, caught between them and unable to find a gap to escape.

"What the fuck?" 

It should have been a shout, but his throat was tense with fright, the words emerging in an embarrassingly pathetic whimper. One hand searched for Millie, desperately praying he could wake her before they were both slaughtered in their sleep. 

"Quit wriggling," Striker rumbled, fingers lacing through Moxxie's to draw the hand back into his chest. 

"Why are you in here? Get out." 

Moxxie still couldn't manage more than a choked whisper, but the fact there seemed to be no intention of actually harming him allowed a rising indignation to take fear's place. He tried kicking, though that only served to annoy Striker, who immediately enveloped the flailing legs between his own. It was like being stuck in a patch of quicksand; the more Moxxie struggled, the deeper he sank.

"Someone hasn't fixed my window yet. It's cold." 

That long, spiked tail snaked across Moxxie's shivering skin, coiling around their tangled limbs and draping itself over his abdomen. The quiet rattle as the tip continued upward and settled by his face sent a chill through him and he squeezed his eyes shut. 

"That doesn't mean you get to- mmph!" 

His final, barely audible attempt at protest was swiftly cut off by Striker's free hand covering his mouth. 

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," came the deceptively soft admonishment, arms and tail constricting in a painful warning. Moxxie groaned and went limp, hoping it would be enough to appease, the understanding he really was at his captor's mercy sinking to the base of his stomach like a concrete brick on the ocean floor. Striker chuckled and thankfully granted him the ability to draw breath after a moment, though he remained tightly entwined with the trembling little body in his clutches, chin resting in mock affection atop Moxxie's head as he murmured, "Good boy. Go back to sleep."

This was just another one of Striker's games, he told himself. If he stayed very still and didn't cause a fuss, his tormentor would get bored and leave. 

Any minute now.

The dark outline of Millie's senseless form under the blanket was silhouetted against the window, her peaceful snores the only sound stirring the atmosphere. Striker's breathing had slowed too, apparently content to stay snuggled against him, leaching his warmth and sanity alike. 

Well, fuck.

When several minutes had passed without any further threat, Moxxie forced himself to relax. There was nothing he could do anyway. If Striker wanted him dead he would be already. Staying alert all night would play right into the other's aims, showing him the intimidation tactics were working the second he saw his victim's tired eyes and frazzled demeanour the next morning. 

Moxxie refused to let him win that easily.

He listened for Millie, his breaths steadying as he timed them to match hers and held the image of her beautiful beaming grin in his mind. Striker was bound to slip up eventually and when he did, Moxxie would be prepared for him. A new thought of slicing the trecherous demon's throat with his own knife flashed through Moxxie's head and he smiled, playing it slowly on loop until he managed to drift off again.

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

Word Find Tag

Catch up p8, June edition. Thanks for the tag Elli 💜 (@i-can-even-burn-salad)

My words: cruel, chain, cloth and color

Your words: burn, bleed, bother, and broken

Gently tagging: @little-peril-stories, @menagerie-of-monsters, @dont-touch-my-soup, and You, if you'd like :D (Open Tag)

To repay you for your patience, I am going to attempt to pull these words from the two Nykim chapters I have lol

I feel like I should just blanket CW for captivity, restraints, and torture (whipping, aftermath of whipping, broken bones) XD

Cruel Riah

Resignation flashed in Nykim’s eyes, there and then gone. His eyes fluttered closed as he chewed and swallowed, the pink tip of his fox tongue darting out to capture a stray crumb.  “Thank you,” he whispered, letting his chin drop to his chest. Gods, he looked so tired. Riah stared at him, trying to figure him out. His reputation wasn’t exactly matching up to the man in front of her. Maybe it was situational, but all he had done was tease her when he could’ve been demanding, demeaning, or downright cruel.   He might be the world’s best con man, but her heart twinged nonetheless. Watching people suffer had never been her favorite past-time. And it would be unfair if she offered food only to take it away after one bite.   

Chain Nykim

“Answer, please answer!”  She wasn’t supposed to say that part, maybe, because it sounded like she was shoved into the table for it, based on the thud and clatter of whatever was on the damned thing.  The effort wasn’t worth whatever price she would pay for that. He wouldn’t.  Not that it mattered because the whip came down again and again in quick succession, giving him no time. The shock of the blows reverberated in his bones, the barbs rending his flesh with each strike.   Air hissed between his teeth, chain links embedded in his palms, sweat slickened his forehead, and the whip kept coming down.  Leather met lacerated skin with a sickeningly wet slap. The woman didn’t appear accustomed to witnessing torture because her breath kept hitching in the background. At least she couldn’t see–fuck! 

Cloth Riah

One look, and she’d had to walk straight back out. Merrick had turned and raised one eyebrow. Pushing past the rush of anxiety that look provoked, Riah’d told him she needed to clean Nykim’s back, or she wouldn’t be able to see to judge if he healed himself or not.  Now, a cold sweat prickled her brow as she pressed a cloth that was no longer white to Nykim’s shoulder. She dunked it in water that was no longer clear, rung it out, and went back for another pass.  The bleeding had slowed. Riah couldn’t say if that was a good thing or not. Couldn’t say if her stomach churned more from the crimson-soaked fabric in her hands or the clearly visible ruin of this man’s back.

Color Riah

“Like what… you see?”  “Yes,” she snapped, “I like seeing horrible people like you in the position you’re currently in.”  The smirk didn’t fall from his face, but the laughter left his eyes. “Yes, of course. I deserve–”  Something shifted in his arm, something that made that awful bone-on-bone sound she was so familiar with from her hip, and he cut off, pursing his lips as his face lost all color.  It wasn’t until then that she noticed the other signs of pain she’d conveniently missed before. The tension in his thighs, evident through the tight black material of his pants. The way his chest rose and fell just a bit too fast. The barely visible sheen of sweat coating his skin.  This man was in agony, but instead of moaning or screaming or even yelling at her to help, he was sitting there on shattered knees, hanging from broken arms, conversing with her. Oh yeah, and couldn’t forget his shredded back.  Gods, she was a terrible person. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t. I didn’t mean that.”   “Yeah, you did,” Nykim panted. “Which–fuck–which is curious, considering the shit company you keep.”  Riah winced. 

[mrssimply]

WIP WEDNESDAY

I HAVE A WIP! I have a wip ahah, after being tagged two weeks in a row with nothing to show, here I am, with a WIP.

Only you're all gonna be supreemly disapointed because it's a John Wick fic xD

I started writing that one in june 2022 after watching the first three films for the first time. I lost juice in the meantime because well, let me tell you people, you thought you were on a small fandom with a rarepair? Let me tell you about the John Wick fandom and the Santino/John ship.

ANYWAY. I went to see the fourth, which I liked A LOT. So it gave me the energy and motivation to finish what I started, and I'm nearly done.

The fic features both Helen/John, and Santino/John. But this snippet is Helen and Johnbecause that's the part I'm working on.

Let me tease you ;)

“You’re gonna have to make up for bad behavior, huh?”

He shivered, and she felt him sag subtly against the counter as he turned his head to try and catch a kiss. She denied him, of course, and stepped back before making a come hither gesture with her finger. 

He stumbled forward, always so eager to follow.

“Let’s start there,” she said, hopping on the table while pointing to the chair in front of her. He looked at their glasses of wine still half full on the table, probably thinking about a potential accident, but one pointed look from her made him forget his concern.

He came forward, pulled in as she spread her legs until he was standing right in between. He waited a bit, huffed softly, and finally sat. She wrapped her legs around his shoulders, using her heels like spurs to bring him closer.

“Get to work on your apology,” she whispered with a grin. 

John let out a shuddering breath and brought tentative hands on her thighs, unsure he would be allowed to touch, yet. But she let him and he slid long and strong fingers under her dress to her panties. They stilled as he let out a low moan, recognizing the lacy sensation. Looking up at her to watch her reaction, John retrieved his hands only to push the dress up to her hips, discovering the dark lacy underwear he seemed to like a lot. He wordlessly asked her to spread her legs more, pressure light but insistent. She resisted with a smile, saw his brow pitch with a hint of despair and relented. She didn’t plan on denying him much tonight. In fact, she planned on giving him. It was just going to be a lot.

With the all clear, John leaned in until he could kiss the top of a thigh, and then licked the sensitive skin at the junction with her pelvis. She squirmed, between arousal and laughter, and had to bite her lip to keep silent. His kisses were, as always, whoreshipping. Open mouthed, warm breath against her pubes through the fabric, wet with a hint of a tongue.

I'll admit I am super nervous about letting part of that fic out to the world. Can't really explain it, it's just... Precious to me. I only gave it to one person that I trust absolutely with it and I wasn't disapointed by his reactions but I'm still just as nervous. Publishing this is sort of a mental preparation.

and I tag @rockerboyrepo @strandhai @arczism @domicofo @jaymber and @m-lter. Oh and @hologramking!

No pressure, as always ;)

[wangmiao]

lol three-body celebration banquet is trending on weibo. everyone is asking "where's my miao miao" in the tag...everyone is so eager to see what miao miao looks like now 😫😫😫...zhang luyi, I know you want to focus on what you are filming, and i respect that so much, but you can't miss this please 😭😭😭

edit: miao miao didn't go, but ye wenjie x2 and shen yu fei didn't go either. it's ok. i know they are all super busy, and i'm just happy for everyone that was involved in the making of the show! congrats on the success that wowed everyone.

just know that zhang luyi was still keep in touch with the cast and crew during the entire time. in the live stream a little while ago, director yang lei said zhang luyi called and said something that made him cry. he was going to tell us what zhang luyi said, but ended up forgetting about it xD xD xD...and on the day that yu hewei did a bunch of interviews, he said he was on the phone with zhang luyi for about half an hour before coming. apparently zhang luyi was keeping an eye on what we said about him and the show whenever he had time, so i'm glad that he did receive our shower of love lol.

also, i heard that the banquet was held at 贵宾楼/grand hotel beijing which is right beside the famous wangfujing street...and of course, wangfujing church is there too...i know they picked this hotel because it is a fancy place to hold banquets, but i can't stop thinking about the connection to wangfujing...

[memorydragon]

So I thought I was going to take a day off from ranting about how mental I am because of these gay cops, but nope. Normal levels have not receded.

First of all, I really do adore Bu Chonghua. He's a condescending prick at times, but I love him and I love how Huai Shang lets him be so very wrong at times.

Even when that wrong hurts like fuck.

There's this moment when they're both out of town-ish to interrogate someone and they stay in the same room because it's too late to go back. That morning, Bu Chonghua sees Wu Yu walking around, half asleep and shirtless and completely relaxed, and he realized that at some point, Wu Yu has marked him as 'safe'. And yes, I'm normal about that, but the point is, when exactly did Wu Yu mark him as such?

I made that post about misunderstandings being well done in this plot, but I need to clarify that there are sometimes Bu Chonghua is a condescending prick and Wu Yu is very correct when he's calling acab. The first time I read through it, I was like, yeaaaaaah, Hua-ge, I love you, but you're really being a condescending prick. And Wu Yu was well deserved in bitching him out.

The second time I read through it, it hurt like a fucking truck. Putting aside my personal flashbacks of being othered by someone who thinks you're part of 'them' while being completely and totally dismissive of my identity, when Bu Chonghua tries to draw the line between criminal scum and say they don't change, he was off. He was so off by miles and Wu Yu sneers and says he'll never become like Bu Chonghua because he really, really fucked that one up.

Which is why not even half an hour later when Wu Yu gets triggered so badly he's throwing up his stomach lining (onto Bu Chonghua's shirt XD), it had to be so jarring. Because Bu Chonghua correctly assesses his ptsd (which he knows, because he's been living that same empty life and have I mentioned I'm Normal about these trauma kittens?) then says 'I want to pull you back from that.'

If you saw my post from yesterday, yes I've been thinking about this all day to the point I can't even keep reading because massive fucking ow. Now, if you've been following me for a decent length of time, you're probably aware how I feel about spoilers. Namely, I don't care a wit about them. You can spoil me anytime and I won't care. Honestly, I prefer spoilers on some things (not to be hipster, but I was into tgcf before any of my friends and I would have really liked a spoiler about certain things but had no one to give them to me) and my enjoyment always comes from the journey rather than the destination in most cases. My spoiler tag is a polite accommodation for everyone else, which I sometimes completely forget to do, but I do try to keep up with it. (On that note, I'm so sorry, tgcf donghua second season was completely untagged for that. I completely forgot. -_-;;; ) That said, what I'm about to discuss is one of the few times I've actually danced around a major spoiler, because this one is quite big. I've avoided mentioning it explicitly in my previous posts about Tun Hai, but I'm about to mention details. So this is your warning, I'm about to talk about a spoiler that even I consider to be a significant one. If you don't want spoilers, scroll past and don't click the read more.

Because the only two people in his life who have ever genuinely cared about him and not who they thought he was wanted to take him out of that hell. Because his aunt gave him a name he can no longer use, because Xie Xing came back just for that promise. Because he's been forced to live someone else's life, the life of the only person who gave a damn, because he wants so badly to escape to a place where poppies aren't grown and he can't do that as himself. Because he's carrying Xie Xing's wish that he lives on for the both of them. And just fucking ow, little fish, please stop breaking my heart.

And this is where Bu Chonghua is marked safe, even so close after he fucked up so badly, because that's the one thing he's been promised by people who actually see him, that they're going to take him out of that hell and into the light. And Bu Chonghua just casually says this, not understanding why Wu Yu is stunned by something that to him is just normal amount of caring. Because two people died before they could make good on that promise, despite how hard they both tried, and how hard Wu Yu knew they both tried and died in their attempts. And I'm so fucking unhinged by this.

Because when before Bu Chonghua has even realized it, he's put himself along side what only two people have ever tried in in Wu Yu's life. All of that night, when Wu Yu shows him his favorite 'movie' (this little fish, Wu Yu, baby, why are you like this XD), when he follows Bu Chonghua out, when he watches Bu Chonghua basically take on a whole street gang while venting, only stepping in when Bu Chonghua was actually in danger, when Bu Chonghua is sitting there thinking by himself that Wu Yu deserves so much better, and when he realizes that Wu Yu can occasionally stick his head out of his shell and look around if someone is patient enough to wait (Abso-fucking-lutely feral). All of that time, Wu Yu has marked him as safe and I'm so Normal about Them.