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[kurokawaia]

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DECEMBER 1 - DAZAI OSAMU (2k+)

MAIN KINK :: GUNPLAY ╰┈➤ extra kinkss; slight choking, overstimulation

WARNINGS :: yandere? dazai, controlling, Forced confinement, psychological manipulation, power imbalance, dark themes, dubious consent, overstimulation, gunplay, getting fucked by a gun on a desk, mean!dazai, slight choking, sucking the gun + more

fandom: bungo stray dogs

DECEMBER 3 - ARMIN ARLERT (1.1k+)

MAIN KINK :: Dry humping ╰┈➤ extra kinks: handjob, blow job (oral -> male receiving)

WARNINGS :: afab, x fem reader, dry humping, sub!armin, handjob, blow job, oral -> male recieving, cum swollowing, hair tugging, nicknames for armin 'min' 'minny'?, pet names for the both of you 'baby', begging, praise + more

fandom: attack on titan

DECEMBER 5 - FEITAN PORTOR (k+)

MAIN KINK :: BONDAGE ╰┈➤ extra kinks; marking, biting

WARNINGS :: afab, x fem reader, dom!feitan, marking, biting, bondage, tied up, use of rope, tightly tighted up, bruises, blood, rough sex, mean sex, possessive sex, missionary? + more

fandom: hunter x hunter

DECEMBER 7 - UCHIHA SASUKE (1.1k+)

MAIN KINK :: SOMNOPHILIA ╰┈➤ extra kinks; breeding

WARNINGS :: x fem reader, somnophilia, sex while you are asleep, piv, cervix fucking?, breeding, consent is given before hand, no protection

fandom: naruto

DECEMBER 9 - SAKURAYASHIKI KOARU (CHERRY) (2k+)

MAIN KINK :: MASTER DYNAMICS ╰┈➤ extra kinks; painting, degradation, praise

WARNINGS :: afab, x fem reader, dom!cherry, painting, bondage, degredation, praise, doggy?, desk sex, size difference implied, restriction, master dynamics, oral-> female reciving, pet names 'master' 'pet' 'good girl' + more

fandom: sk8 the infinity

DECEMBER 11 - KURAPIKA KURTA (1.6k+)

MAIN KINK :: FACE SITTING ╰┈➤ extra kinks; chain usage, overstimulation, praise

WARNINGS :: afab, x fem reader, face sitting, chain usage, overstimulation, praise, oral -> female receiving, cunnilingus, bondage (chains), restriction of movement (chains), slight temperature play? (chains), cervix kissing/fucking, fingering + more

fandom: hunter x hunter

DECEMBER 13 - LIGHT YAGAMI (3k+)

MAIN KINK :: VOYUERISM ╰┈➤ extra kinks; degradation

WARNINGS :: voyeurism? exhibition? fingering, light begging, light praise, degradation?. dom!Light x sub!Fem!reader, L looking at the camera while this happening + more

fandom: death note

DECEMBER 15 - KENPACHI ZARAKI (900+)

MAIN KINK :: SIZE DIFFERENCE ╰┈➤ extra kinks; breeding, rough sex

WARNINGS :: afab, x fem reader, size kink, rough sex, manhandling, no protection, breeding, reader is shorter, reader is smaller than kenny, misogyny?? kenny likes how your his wife, how you prodive the food for him etc.. + more

fandom: bleach

DECEMBER 17 - AGATSUMA ZENITSU

MAIN KINK :: FOODPLAY ╰┈➤ extra kinks; bondage, praise, titty fuck

WARNINGS :: afab reader, x fem! reader, foodplay, maple syrup, titty fuck, bondage, restriction, praise, sub!zenitsu, oral-> male recieving + more

fandom: demon slayer

DECEMBER 19 - LAN WANGJI

MAIN KINK :: DOM/SUB DYNAMICS ╰┈➤ extra kinks; bondage, cnc, biting, size kink, cockwarming

WARNINGS :: afab reader, x fem! reader, bondage, cnc, size ink, cockwarming, overstimulation, smaller!reader, timid!shy!reader, dom/sub dynamics + more

fandom: mo dao zu shi/the grandmaster of demonic cultivation

DECEMBER 21 - SANO MANJIRO (1.5k+)

MAIN KINK :: THIGH FUCKING ╰┈➤ extra kinks; marking/biting

WARNINGS :: afab reader, x fem! reader, nsfw, thigh kink, mating press, slightly rough sex, piv, prone bone, no protection, cum eating, slight manhandling, implied orgasm denial

fandom: tokyo revengers

DECEMBER 24 - AIZEN SOSUKE (2.8k+)

MAIN KINK :: BABY TRAPPING ╰┈➤ Breeding, yandere, manipulation, coercion

WARNINGS :: x fem reader, afab, yandere, coercion, manipulation, baby trapping, no protection, missionary, fingering, cervix kissing, NC cumming inside, + more

fandom: bleach

DECEMBER 25 - UCHIHA MADARA (3.7k+)

MAIN KINK :: CORRUPTION ╰┈➤ extra kinks; virginity taking, discrimination, breeding, degradation

WARNINGS :: corruption, virginity taking, discrimination, breeding, size kink, madara is mean, degradation, x fem reader, restraining (using hands), prone bone, slight choking? afab, she/her terms, reader is timid / shy / scared / inferior / shorter than madara, CNC, Old ideologies regarding birth! + more

fandom: naruto

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How Do I Do Stuff

The question was phrased a little strangely, and I don't want to embarrass the person by posting exactly what was said, but I'll answer it and hope this clears everything up.

I do almost all of my drawing by hand. No, I don't trace in Photoshop. Not a judgment on those who do, but I come from a generation of artists who did not use Poser programs or other digital tools. We learned to draw using a technique called the Sight Size method. I know a lot of people assume everyone - including the old masters - traced everything using optical tools, but while it is true some people did, it is just as true that most didn't, and you can draw with great accuracy if you learned how to draw the old fashioned way.

Sight Size breaks everything down into its barest components of geometric shapes and you build from there. Once you learn it, you never forget, and it applies to everything you will ever draw.

I learned it using a set of Famous Artist Course books my mom had since she was a kid, and they are still the gold standard. They're often on ebay. If I were you, I'd buy them.

I actually find using figure reference really annoying because I like exaggerations and modifications from reality in my final work.

This page from Neil Gaiman's Chivalry was drawn and painted without figure reference of any kind.

I don't know why people assume I trace all the time. If you were to try to use photographs to replicate these figures, you would find they are slightly off. There is no tracing here.

This is not to say I never use reference. This page, for example, was referenced from a photo of my mother. Isn't she pretty.

But this page of Sir Galaad was drawn and painted without reference.

He's pretty, too.

If he were real, I'm sure a lot of people would be very happy about it. But he's not. And had I reference, the art would have gone a lot faster. I had a time trying to nail this face that is very alive in my head but doesn't really exist.

Back in the ancient days, all cartoonists had to learn to draw and paint extemporaneously because reference was limited and digital tools didn't exist. While some high end artists had photography studios and professional models with costume and sets on hand, small fry like me were limited to what was in the house or available at my small local library, which was no bigger than a few rooms of my current house.

Artists kept extensive "morgue files" or "swipe files" which were collected from magazine clippings and photographs so we would have as much of what we might need on hand for quick reference. These ephemera collections could get unwieldy. I have thousands of photographs I've simply never sorted. I finally dumped most of my files this past year.

Have I ever traced anything? Of course, especially if I have to re-use a shot or setting over and over. Making extra work for myself is just silly. It's my job to make pictures, not to perform magical feats, like copying one shot after another over and over without making a mistake.

However, for almost 15 years of my career, I refused to copy or trace anything, and did not even own a lightbox. On the one hand, that forced me to learn to carefully examine what I saw. On the other hand, it was a stupid hill on which many deadlines died.

Only after I realized many professional artists had lightboxes and overhead projectors did I finally break down and get one.

The one thing I use my lightbox for more than anything is for tracing my thumbnail sketches to the final drawing paper. Instead of trying to capture the liveliness of the original sketch by copying what I see - only bigger - I blow the thumbnail up to the size I want the final art to be, then I trace over the thumbnail using a lightbox onto the final drawing paper.

Here's a look at thumbnails from the graphic novel Neil Gaiman's Snow, Glass, Apples.

I enlarged these on my computer to fit onto 11"x14" paper, and traced the thumbs before finishing the art which was drawn in pen and ink and colored in Photoshop.

While I obviously made some changes, the essence of the thumbs is there in the final work. Tracing my thumbs retains some of the looseness of the original sketches, which is often lost otherwise.

So, there is a valid purpose to tracing at times, though in my opinion, too much tracing can weaken drawing ability, substitute for developing skills, and make the work kind of stiff.

If you want to, I'm not your judge. But it's weird to me that people think I must be faking my skills in some way.

Ironically, the word cartoon comes from the Italian word cartone, which is a large heavy sheet of paper - also, the origin of the word carton.

Preparatory sketches were made on this paper which was then transferred to the final work surface via either tracing or by stamping little holes in the paper through which dust was sprinkled, recreating the contours of the drawing for the artist to follow.

So the origin of the word cartoon comes from a process often used...for tracing.

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channie binnie and innie for 11 pls (:

Prompt 11: “I know it’s just for show but I.. I’m falling for you”

Warnings: None? Sorry for any mistakes. Mostly happy endings of course lol

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What's Left of the Looney Tunes?

So you’re a Looney Tunes fan, and you’re waiting with baited breath (Greetings, Bait!) for the cartoon list for the next Collector’s Choice Blu-Ray.  And as you wait to see if they add that 1953 Friz Freleng or 1958 Robert McKimson cartoon, you must be thinking:  Surely they’ve released every single cartoon at SOME point since the 1980s, right?  Well, except for the really racist ones.  Right?

Nah.  There’s 129 Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies that have never been officially released, restored or unrestored, on home video at all.  And, to be honest, most of them are unlikely to be on the Collector’s Choice sets.  Let’s take a look at the last bastions against having all 1000 LT/MM cartoons available.

Bosko.  Now, there are a few Bosko cartoons available.  There’s 38 Bosko cartoons from 1930-1933, not counting the weird ones like the Talk-ink Kid pilot or whatever Bosko and Honey was.  Of those, 11 have been released officially.  This leaves 27 in limbo.  This is a shame, there are some really good Bosko cartoons.

Buddy.  Even worse, to be honest.  23 Buddy cartoons were made, 5 have had some official release.  That leaves 18.  Now, there’s a reason for that.  They’re awful.  (Also, two of those 18, Buddy of the Apes and Buddy in Africa, also fall under one of the later categories we’ll get to.)

Seven B&W Merrie Melodies.  Two of these, Hittin’ the Trail for Hallelujah Land and Goin’ to Heaven on a Mule, are basically banned for content.  Those Were Wonderful Days, Why Do I Dream Those Dreams, The Girl at the Ironing Board, The Miller’s Daughter, and Rhythm in the Bow, are simply not available, possibly as they’re dull.  However, they have been restored.  (As has HtTfHL.)

Seven B&W Looney Tunes.  Mostly the same as above.  The Daffy Duckaroo and Tokio Jokio are banned for content, though we may see Duckaroo someday (Native American caricatures have traditionally been less banned than Black and Asian caricatures).  Saps in Chaps also has some Native American gags, I think.  As for The Fire Alarm, Joe Glow the Firefly, Gopher Goofy and Nutty News, they’ve been restored but never released.

The rest of the “Censored 11”, of which Hittin’ the Trail for Hallelujah Land was the first.  As most cartoon fans know, this is not a catch all of all racist WB cartoons, it’s just the ones that were owned by Associated Artists productions.  So yeah, Sunday Go to Meetin’ Time, Clean Pastures, Uncle Tom’s Bungalow, Jungle Jitters, The Isle of Pingo Pongo, All This and Rabbit Stew (a Bugs Bunny cartoon), Coal Black and de Sebben Dwarfs, Tin Pan Alley Cats, Angel Puss and Goldilocks and the Jivin’ Bears.  They’ve all been restored.

The dog cartoons.  There are a bunch of one-shots that have no regular characters but all involve dogs, and (likely as they don’t have a “star” and aren’t really great) they’ve never come out.  Pappy’s Puppy, Mixed Master, A Waggily Tale, Dog Tales.  All but Pappy’s Puppy are restored.

Miscellaneous “banned for content” cartoons.  Which is Witch (a Bugs Bunny cartoon), Tom Tom Tomcat (a Tweety and Sylvester cartoon), and two REALLY late cartoons, Hocus Pocus Pow Wow and Injun Trouble.  None of these have been restored.

Random missing 50s stuff.  A Bone for a Bone (Goofy Gophers), Sock a Doodle Doo (Foghorn Leghorn), Easy Peckin’s, Quack Shot (Daffy Duck and Elmer Fudd), Trick or Tweet (Tweety).

60s stuff that’s still actually Warner Brothers.  There’s about 10 or 12 early 60s cartoons that just aren’t very good, and that’s why they’re not out.  They’ve all been restored except Unnatural History and What’s My Lion, which are two of the worst LT/MM shorts that ever came out – not for content, they’re simply pathetically unfunny.

All the post-64 stuff.  There’s a pile, I won’t break them down one by one.  Mostly Daffy/Speedy cartoons, the nadir of both characters.  A few of the Roadrunner cartoons that weren’t stuffed onto that one DVD a while back.  They’re here as no one wants to watch them.

The post-67 stuff, aka the nightmare years.  Cool Cat, Merlin the Magic Mouse, Bunny and Claude… those.  (Though actually, both Bunny and Claude shorts HAVE been released.)  They’re here for the same reason – unpopularity.

Note this doesn’t even get into the cartoons which were fine to release in the 1980s on VHS but *aren’t* fine to release now (all the Merrie Melodies that weren’t banned but have racial stereotypes, such as the Inki cartoons, a huge number of cowboy and Indian cartoons, and Bugs Bunny’s unfortunate wartime cartoon).  Or all the stuff that’s restored and out on Max, but has never hit a DVD or Blu-Ray (half of the 30s Merrie Melodies).  Or the stuff that’s unrestored, not on Max and has never hit a DVD or Blu-Ray (the other half of the 1930s Merrie Melodies).  Or Holiday for Drumsticks, what’s up with that?

In any case, when they announce the cartoons for the 4th set in a week or so, you can look at this list and see if it has any of those.

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Designated Lockpicker

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Inspired by this post

Saw this and I HAD to write something about it. It only took me until 11:45 to finish it but it's okay I'll suffer the consequences

Warnings: one swear word, reference to Astarion's past abuse, mention of a terrible texture, innuendos

Word Count: 1,219

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You poke your head into the room. Dust motes float through the air, which reeks with musk and mold. You'd probably cover your nose and seek fresh air if this wasn't the millionth time you’d smelled it.

Your eyes scan along the walls, floor and shelves, searching for anything interesting. Food would be nice - Gale wouldn’t stop pestering you for ingredients to cook with. Bandages wouldn’t hurt either if it would ease Shadowheart’s workload every time you got into a minor scrape.

The room was rather sparse, but it looked like it may have been a study at some point. Books were scattered everywhere, chairs were tipped on their sides or had broken legs, a desk was angled oddly for its placement. Whoever lived here before, they must have left in a hurry. Which was excellent news. Maybe they left something behind.

From the other rooms of the building, you can hear your companions’ muffled voices. You can only make out one or two words as they speak. Karlach seemed to be talking to Astarion; Wyll and Gale were going back and forth further away. You couldn’t hear Shadowheart or Lae’zel, but this didn’t surprise you.

The floorboards creak and groan as you step into the study. Stray beams of light keep the gloom away, for the most part. You can almost imagine how lovely it once was.

You go to take a book off the shelf, but immediately draw your hand back when the binding squishes at the slightest pressure. You scowl in disgust and wipe your hand on your pants to remove the gross sensation. Unfortunately, your more learned companions would not be getting any new reading materials today.

Against the far wall, stationed behind the desk, was a dresser with a glass case on top. All the case had was scrolls, damp and turning green. Any information they may have held was gone.

You grab the handles of each drawer in turn, sliding open the dresser to reveal its contents. A vial of ink here, another useless scroll there - nothing exciting. Until you open the bottom drawer.

Poorly hidden under some loose paper was a chest. It appeared to be made of metal, hardly rusted despite its surroundings. For its size, you were shocked how heavy it was when you lifted it out and set it on the desk just behind you. The lock didn’t look too complicated. You had some spare lockpicks in your pack, you could easily grab one and get it open. You could.

Instead, you leave the chest where it is and step into the hall. You try to listen for your friends, again, but they seem to have done deeper within the establishment. So you do the next best thing: “Astarion?”

The shout travels down the building, and from one of the rooms pops out the vampire spawn. He seemed confused why you’d be calling him of all people. But the confusion is quickly masked with suave confidence as he sauntered down the hall to you. “Yes, dear?”

You smile sweetly at him. “I found a locked chest. Could you help me open it? Please?”

He smirks and taps a finger under your chin, getting you to tilt your head upward with just one motion. “Since you asked so nicely.”

He follows you back into the room. His nose scrunches with the smell of rotting books, but the look is gone as soon as he sees the chest. You round the desk and turn it around toward him. He can’t stop his smile as you rest your arms and chin on top, still fixing him with that darling look.

This had become a habit, to his mind, anyway. For you, this was an enrichment of sorts to provide Astarion with a sense of purpose. Late night talks had made it abundantly clear just how much he loved feeling useful. For two centuries he was used, his autonomy stolen from him for the sake of his master. But little tasks like this did not feel like an imbalance in power. He would open whatever lock you wished for the praise you showered on him alone, but you also ensured he got his pick of whatever was inside. He was being rewarded for his services, something that never happened before - nothing good, anyway - and you loved giving him his moment to shine.

He just assumed you couldn’t pick a lot to save your damn life.

“I’m beginning to think you just like watching me,” he teased. He produced a pick from his pocket and began working away at the lock. “Trying to learn my trade secrets, are we?"

You hummed, looking down at his hands as they moved together fluidly. He could do this in his sleep. “Never. I just love watching you work, that’s all.”

He chuckled. “Really now?” He lifts his attention from the lock to look at you, hands pausing in their ministrations. “And what is it about my work that you enjoy so much?”

You meet his gaze. He can only describe the look you give him as fond. Love seems to rest in your irises, gleaming back at him, on display for the whole world to see. “Your hands,” you answer, and while it was supposed to be part of your playful banter, you say it so genuinely. “You’re always so precise, like you just know exactly what needs to be done before you even start. It reminds me of your embroidery.”

“And here I thought it was for more depraved reasons.” It’s a deflection. He still isn’t used to being seen like this. Seen by you. He still thinks of the way you describe how his hair curls around his ears, and how his face wrinkles when he laughs. “I’m always happy to give you a hands-on lesson, my sweet. Just say the word.”

“And if I ask for you to teach me how to embroider?”

His devious smirk relaxed into a soft grin. He nods. “It would be my honor.”

Silence takes over as he returns to his work. It’s warm and welcoming, despite your surroundings. Basking in the quiet felt easy around him. He could be reading a book, and you’d slot yourself right next to him, and never was there an expectation for him to stop to entertain you. You just wanted to be around him. It meant more to him than you could ever know.

With a final turn of the pick, a faint click comes from the chest. He seems to puff up with the success, like an all-too-proud bird. He slips the pick back in his pocket and steps back as you round the desk. Instead of going straight for the chest, you cup his cheek in one hand and press a kiss to the other. His cheeks would be positively flushed if he had the blood for it.

“Thank you, Astarion,” you whisper against his skin, pressing another kiss to his cheek right after. He leans into the heat of your hand.

“It was my pleasure, darling.”

You pull away with a grin that could put the sun to shame. You turn to open the chest, eager to know what hides behind those metal walls, and he cannot stop admiring how perfectly a stray beam of light hits your skin.

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Cephalonoid

Image © Terryl Whitlatch, accessed at CG Channel here

[Sponsored by Soluman Blevins, based on art that Terryl Whitlatch did for her book Principles of Creature Design. At one point in development, I intended for this to be one of the illithidae, but found myself getting more and more sympathetic to it, so changed the alignment away from evil. Thus, they became the rarest of monsters; an octopus creature whose behavior is actually based on that of an octopus.]

Cephalonoid CR 12 N Aberration This creature looks like a hybrid of an octopus and a carnivorous dinosaur. Its head is like that of an octopus, except that its beak is on a long stalk, emerging visibly from the nest of tentacles growing from its face. It walks on all fours, but it can rise on its hind legs like a gorilla. Its fingers and toes are jointless and tentacle-like, and a row of suckers runs down its back and along the upper surface of its tail. A coiling shell grows from the crown of its head, with an inflatable pouch beneath it.

Cephalonoids are strange sapient predators that resemble a hybrid of mollusk and vertebrate. They are amphibious, hunting either above or below the waves and then hiding underwater in order to sleep. Cephalonoids are curious and voracious creatures, and spend much of their lives either hunting or playing. These two activities are perhaps synonymous, as cephalonoids seem to enjoy playing with their food.

A cephalonoid’s primary strategy is to grapple prey and crush it while it struggles to escape. Their beaks are more extensible than those of true cephalopods, but still possess a shorter reach than its many grasping limbs. Creatures bitten by a cephalonoid are injected with a numbing venom, all the better to cut their struggle short and make them easier to constrict. A cephalonoid can spray toxic ink, which can form a concealing and enervating cloud both above and below water. They are highly resistant to mind-influencing magic, which has led some scholars to suspect that they have a link to aboleths, illithids, or one of any number of tentacle horrors with mental powers. Cephalonoids show these creatures no love, and may in fact prey preferentially on them if their ranges overlap.

Unlike the octopus they resemble, cephalonoids are long-lived creatures, with lifespans that can extend up to fifty years. They are territorial amongst their own kind and do not tolerate intrusion, except during mating season or in the guarding of eggs. Female cephalonoids lay their eggs in colonies called gardens, where they watch over them, fasting for months until they hatch. The young are then left to fend for themselves, and may be mistaken for mundane octopus for a few years before their skeleton grows in and they begin to move about on land. Cephalonoids do not understand concepts like domestication or private property, and may come into conflict with humanoids above or below the waves for raiding livestock.

Cephalonoid CR 12 XP 19,200 N Gargantuan aberration (aquatic, amphibious) Init +8; Senses blindsight 30 ft.,darkvision 60 ft., Perception +17

Defense AC 24, touch 10, flat-footed 20 (-4 size, +4 Dex, +14 natural) hp 171 (18d8+90) Fort +11, Ref +12, Will +14; +4 vs. mind-influencing effects DR 10/magic and [slashing or piercing]; Immune poison; SR 23 Defensive Abilities decentralized brain

Offense Speed 30 ft., swim 30 ft. Melee bite +18 (2d4+9 plus poison), 2 slams +18 (2d6+9 plus grab), tentacles +18 (4d8+9 plus grab), tail slap +16 (1d12+4 plus grab) Space 20 ft.; Reach 20 ft. (10 ft. with bite) Special Attacks constrict (4d8+15), ink cloud, master grappler

Statistics Str 30, Dex 19, Con 21, Int 7, Wis 16, Cha 12 Base Atk +13; CMB +27 (+35 grappling); CMD 46 Feats Bleeding Critical,Critical Focus,Defensive Combat Training, Diehard, Endurance, Improved Critical (bite), Improved Initiative, Lightning Reflexes, Multiattack (B), Power Attack Skills Climb +20, Escape Artist +24, Perception +17, Stealth +15, Swim +28; Racial Modifiers +10 Escape Artist, +4 Perception, +8 Stealth Languages Aquan

Ecology Environment any ocean or coast Organization solitary, pair or garden (3-8) Treasure incidental

Special Abilities Decentralized Brain (Ex) A cephalonoid’s intelligence is distributed through its entire body. This grants it a +4 racial bonus on all saving throws against mind-influencing effects. Ink Cloud (Su) As a standard action, a cephalonoid can create a cloud of ink in a 30 foot radius, either above or below water. This ink impedes vision as a fog cloud spell, and creatures in the area must succeed a DC 24 Fortitude save or be sickened and staggered for as long as they remain in the cloud and for 1d4 rounds thereafter. A cephalonoid can make an ink cloud once per minute. This is a poison effect, and the save DC is Constitution based. Master Grappler (Ex) A cephalonoid gains a +8 racial bonus to CMB checks made to grapple; this replaces the usual +4 for creatures with the grab special attack. A cephalonoid does not take a penalty to grappling without having two free hands, and can grapple up to four creatures smaller than itself at the same time. Poison (Ex) Bite—injury; save Fort DC 24; frequency 1/round for 6 rounds; effect 1d4+1 Str; cure 2 saves. Tentacles (Ex) The oral tentacles of a cephalonoid are treated as a single primary natural weapon.

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Theloise Fic Spotlight

the theloise subset of the bridgerton fandom has some incredibly talented authors and i want to recognize their work! if anyone is searching for weekend reading material, look no further than this (non-exhaustive) list. newer fics above the cut, and old favorites below :)

The Manuscript by @pendale

modern AU, rated G, complete (3/3 | 10.9K)

“Their friendship began in a library.

[A series of vignettes in the lives of Eloise Bridgerton and Theo Sharpe.]”

nothing greens greener by @brynnne

canon divergent from the beginning of s2, rated T, incomplete (2/5 | 13.6K)

“In the midst of her first season out, hot on the heels of Lady Whistledown, and facing Her Majesty’s ire, an unlikely ally makes itself known to Eloise Bridgerton in a print shop in Bloomsbury.

Genesis by @cervidame

canon divergent, rated G, incomplete (11/? | 24.5K)

“Theo travelled to Staffordshire with his master's old suitcase and a letter all for the sake of securing an investment from a Baron he'd never heard of in the hopes of completing his apprenticeship with flourish.

However, Baron Stafford is a known eccentric and more surprises await him in the Potteries than he could have ever expected.”

The Bloomsbury Bridgerton by Jane_3yr3

canon divergent from the end of s2, rated M, incomplete (6/7 | 12K)

“Eloise Bridgerton flees polite society following the revelation of Lady Whistledown's identity and makes her way back to our favourite printshop boy. Canon compliant with season two of the series.”

a thing with feathers. by sondersoflight

canon divergent from the end of s2, rated G, oneshot (3.1K)

“He feels inadequate seeing her like this – the last couple of weeks he has been able to almost forget the invisible ocean that exists between them. Now he is too aware of his shabby clothes and his ink-stained hands. Eloise is lovelier than any flower he has seen. And she would probably roll her eyes if he were to say so out loud.”

The Fine Print by theloise

post-canon-ish(?), rated G, oneshot collection

“Sometimes, Benedict cannot help but miss the little girl who used to chase him through the halls of Bridgerton House -- the tiny, blue-eyed baby who pulled incessantly at his hair. But Eloise is more than that now; her heart beats large, and open, and wide. And it has expanded to include -- of all people -- a poor, radical printer's apprentice.

And he cannot stop it. He does not want to stop it.

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Alastor

The Moon That Breaks the Night

Chapter 1- I Don’t Wanna Dance

Chapter 2- Dying Star

Chapter 3- I’m Not Taking Orders from No One

Chapter 4- God Must Be Doing Cocaine

Chapter 5- coming soon!

Nothing I Can’t Handle [NSFW]

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

More coming soon!

A Practical Demonstration [NSFW]

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Dream a Little Dream (of Me) [NSFW]

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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One Shots/Short Stories

Alastor/Reader caught masturbating- oneshot request! [NSFW]

Alastor/Tempramental Reader- oneshot request! [NSFW]

The Blood is Rare/Sweet as Cherry Wine: Alastor/Reader with period sex- oneshot request, a collab with the lovely FrauGwinska ❤️ [NSFW]

Alastor/sheep!Reader, red riding hood- oneshot request! [NSFW]

Moonlight on Canvas: PrideRing and Prejudice Regency Era Prompt challenge! Masterlist and musical arrangement!

Alastor adopts a stray cat- request!

Touch-Inquisitive Alastor/Reader- oneshot request!

Alastor/Reader- deer squeaking contest, request!

Alastor/Reader- nightmare comfort, request!

Alastor/Reader- the worm question, with FrauGwinska

Alastor/dog!sinner- oneshot request! [NSFW]

Alastor/Reader- miscommunication [NSFW]

Alastor/Reader-anal sex oneshot request! [NSFW]

Hex: Smile Like You Mean It- Alastor/Reader short fic set in the Dead By Daylight universe [NSFW]

Alastor/Reader- shotgun kiss [SFW]

Vox

Pretty When You Cry [NSFW]

CTRL ALT DELETE- Task Manager [NSFW]

a little messy, a little brutal [NSFW]

Pretty Wings [NSFW]

pretty wings  🪽 (Chapter 2)

Vox/Reader- daddy kink, oneshot request! [NSFW]

heart reset [NSFW]

New Love, New Skin [NSFW]

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Entanglement [NSFW]

Pillow Talk [NSFW]

Missionary Impossible- a Double Trouble fic with FrauGwinska [NSFW]

Such Selfish Prayers [NSFW]

Canon Pairing Fics!

Call It a Night - a RadioStatic 'only one bed' trope! [NSFW]

God, That's Good! - a RadioApple Sweeney Todd inspired fic! Act 1:  Chapter 1 🥧 Chapter 2 🥧 Chapter 3 🥧 Chapter 4 🥧Chapter 5 🥧 Chapter 6  🥧Chapter 7 🥧 Chapter 8 🥧 Chapter 9 🥧 Chapter 10 🥧 Chapter 11

ADHD Queue

God, That's Good! Chapter 12

Dream a Little Dream Chapter 6

New Love, New Skin chapter 7

a couple Vox oneshots

Playlists

Alastor 🦌🎙️- songs I enjoy writing to for Alastor / songs that I have fics written or planned

Voxxy Baby 💙📺- songs I enjoy writing to for Vox / songs that I have fics written or planned

Velvette ☠️💕- vibes

Heart Reset 🩵📺💛- compiled playlist for the Heart Reset series

Dream a Little Dream (of me)- companion playlist for the Dream a Little Dream fic

Priest Vox- stuff I’m listening to while I work on a request for a friend <3

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11 Wangxian Fics Where Wei Ying is Raised by Others

This list is brought to you by the winning option in my latest wangxian reclist poll.

This list will include fics in which:

WY is raised by a person/persons other than the Jiangs

Wangxian become a thing

because it's me it will have happy endings BUT they may include a bunch of angst before then because I am masochistic

are all "tried and true" meaning I have read and love all of the fics included

If you would like a personalized wangxian list- pls feel free to DM! I love making and sharing them!

1 shades of grey spill from my veins (bleeding ink all over the page) (58881 words) by Reverie

Chapters: 40/40 Rating: Mature Additional Tags: POV Nie Mingjue, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Joining the "Wei Wuxian raised by the Nie Sect" Club, Mentions of WWX's life on the streets, Hurt/Comfort, Accidental Sibling Acquisition, Single Dad Nie Mingjue, Nie Huaisang & Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian Friendship, Fluff, Humor, Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Protective Nie Mingjue, a plot showed up, Sunshot Campaign (Modao Zushi), Some angst, Blood and Injury, Kidnapping, Protective Siblings, nielan, Found Family, do not repost to another site Series: Part 1 of Untamed Fics & Prompts, Part 1 of Different Sect Wei Wuxian AUs Summary: This was why he didn’t like to leave the Unclean Realm, Nie Mingjue thought with dismay. Guileless dark eyes blinked up at him, tiny hands clutching at his robes. Or: Nie Mingjue comes across Wei Wuxian before Jiang Fengmian and decides Nie Huaisang could use a friend.   A/N: Y'ALL I FORGOT 50 SHADES OF GREY EXISTED. Please note there is NO relation whatsoever to that dumpster fire of a "book." Title has been updated so there's hopefully no association anymore, because yikes.

NOTES: This was the first WY is adopted by someone else fic that I read and I immediately fell in love. You'll notice on this list I have a bunch in which the Nie's adopt WY and that is most definitely because I am SOFT for Mingjue. Something just hits different about single dad Mingjue and his two hot messes of children/siblings.

2 The Third Young Master of the Qishan Wen (138813 words) by KouriArashi

Chapters: 30/30 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Lan Huan | Lan Xichen/Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin/Wen Qing, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn & Wēn Qíng & Wēn Níng | Wēn Qiónglín, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn & Mèng Yáo | Jīn Guāngyáo Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Canon, this fic's got it all, Romance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Politics, Revenge, Families of Choice, Sibling Bonding, Mutual Pining, Eventual Happy Ending, Everybody Lives Summary: The fic where Wei Wuxian is adopted by the Dafan Mountain Wens instead of the Yunmeng Jiang.

NOTES: This fic was surprisingly delightful! Yes there are intense moments of angst- ofc there would be with Wei Ying basically being adopted by the wens. But the boy is absolutely brilliant in this and the ending is lovely. Also, we get big sister Wen Qing which- MY HEART. What a BAMF.

3 Building a home (586482 words) by R95irth

Chapters: 110/110 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Cangse Sanren/Wei Changze, Jiang Fengmian/Yu Ziyuan, Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin/Wen Qing, Jiang Yanli/Jin Zixuan, Lan Huan | Lan Xichen/Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao/Nie Mingjue, Baoshan Sanren / Lan Yi, Meng Shi/ Sisi Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Okay maybe some will die, Some like Wen Chao?, Angst with a Happy Ending, Horror, Nightmares, Canon-Typical Violence, Complete list of ships in the serie summary, Family Fluff, Found Family, Babies, Untamed heroes are babies, Basically only no-canon-named people or bad people might die?, Like the trope but also lost and found family in the literal sense, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, but not done by the Lotus Pier squad, Also JGS exists so canon related things linked to him, Same goes for Lan parents Series: Part 1 of Home is where your heart is Summary: This was supposed to be an easy night hunt. They left Wei Ying at an Inn, and wanted to be back before sunrise. Instead they find themselves at the door of Lotus Pier, in the middle of the night, wounded, and their son, their beautiful son, injured. Things did not go as planned. Maybe, because, it is time to change their plan. Maybe it is time to stop wandering, to stop running away from the man they hurt, maybe it's time to heal. Maybe it is time to build a home.   It's over!! See you on Burning roofs : the next installement!! Spanish translation is now available : https://archiveofourown.org/works/28693317 Russian translation is now available : https://ficbook.net/readfic/11789571

NOTES: letting you know In advance- the rest of the series is not complete HOWEVER, it is still worth it to read this fic as a standalone! This was such a cool story. Yes, WY is technically still with the Jiang BUT raised by his parents. There is some sneaky time travel(?) things, and demonic cultivation things, and ADORABLE baby wangxian. This was kind of wholesome with a bit of mystery. I truly hope the author completes the series because it is so wonderful.

4 forces of attraction (20925 words) by bleuett

Chapters: 4/4 Rating: Mature Relationships: Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Song Lan | Song Zichen/Xiao Xingchen Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Romantic Comedy, of sorts, Cloud Recesses Study Arc (Modao Zushi), au where wwx was raised by Boashan Sanren, Idiots in Love, Developing Relationship, Accidental Marriage, Sharing a Bed, everyone's gay uncles sl and xxc, secret matchmaker lxc, Fluff, No War AU, Hand Jobs, lan wangji's fight flight or fuck instincts, the inherent horniness of sword fighting, Happy Ending Summary: Lan Wangji meets Wei Wuxian, rogue cultivator and disciple of Baoshan Sanren, and Lan Wangji is simultaneously annoyed and infatuated with him. “You are not here to be entertained,” Lan Wangji bites back. Wei Wuxian has the nerve to laugh. “I’m not here to learn either, I already know everything we’re going to be taught in these lectures. If you’re not going to entertain me, I’ll entertain myself, gege.” “Wei Wuxian!” Lan Wangji yells, barely maintaining his composure as his ears flame red. Wei Wuxian’s laughter rings through the Cloud Recesses and breaks about a dozen rules. “Call me Wei Ying, Lan Zhan, we’re going to be best friends!” Wei Wuxian replies, tugging at the sleeve of Lan Wangji’s robe with two fingers in a scissoring motion before he runs off in a flow of white robes and inappropriate laughter.

NOTES: If you love WY, chaos gremlin, you will LOVE this fic. This is the au in which WY is raised on the immortal's mountain and then makes his first appearance off of it at the lectures in cloud recesses. Bless Lan Wangji for his patience, RIP Lan Qiren's qi LOL It is a no war au with so much joy and romance.

5 Heart of the Beast (488986 words) by WaitForTheSnitch

Chapters: 109/109 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Nie Huaisang & Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Nie Mingjue & Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Lan Huan | Lan Xichen & Nie Mingjue, Nie Huaisang & Nie Mingjue, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin/Nie Huaisang, Lan Huan | Lan Xichen/Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao/Nie Mingjue, Lan Huan | Lan Xichen/Nie Mingjue, Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao/Nie Mingjue, Lan Huan | Lan Xichen/Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao Additional Tags: Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian Isn't Adopted by the Jiangs, Adopted Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian is a Nie, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Oblivious Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian Deserves Better, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian Deserves Happiness, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian Deserves Love, Protective Nie Mingjue, Scheming Nie Huaisang, Protective Nie Huaisang, Soft Nie Mingjue, Nie Mingjue is So Done, Nie Huaisang is a Little Shit, Pining Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji Has Feelings Summary: “Wei Ying?” Nie Mingjue prompted him gently. “Where are your parents?” “They went on a night hunt,” Wei Ying said, a bit evasively. “Your parents are cultivators?” Da-ge asked in surprise. “Did they leave you here while they hunted? When did they go on their night hunt?” “Four summers ago,” Wei Ying said a bit uncomfortable. “Four summers ago,” Nie Mingjue repeated. “What are your parents’ names?” “My mama is Cangse Sanren and my baba is Wei Changze,” Wei Ying told him, and recognition registered in Nie Mingjue’s eyes. “Wei Ying,” Nie Mingjue said, sounding a bit regretful, “Your parents aren’t coming back.” Or, Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang run into Wei Ying while in Yiling and decide to bring him home. And it changes everything.

NOTES: This is one BEEFY boy, but absolutely worth the read. WY really deserves all the good things and does eventually get them in this fic. It is very much a canon divergence but WY is adopted by the Nie's. I truly could not get enough reading this. Yes there is some angst, but WY has so much more respect this time around :'3

6 Phoenix and the Ash (280378 words) by cytheriafalas

Chapters: 51/51 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Lan Huan | Lan Xichen/Nie Mingjue, Lan Huan | Lan Xichen/Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao/Nie Mingjue, Song Lan | Song Zichen/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang | Xue Chengmei Characters: literally everyone Additional Tags: Everyone's favorite: A good old-fashioned prostitute AU, Canon-Typical Violence, Trauma, trauma for everyone, you get a redemption arc and YOU get a redemption arc, canonical Lan falling in love way too fast, slow burn but only in the sense of Circumstances Get In The Way, Because again: Canonical Lan falling in love way too fast, Platonic(?) bed sharing, Hair brushing as sign of affection Summary: At the request of the Nie, Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji investigate allegations about murders in a brothel in Qishan. Lan Wangji meets Yiling Laozu, and everyone discovers very quickly that murders at a brothel are the very least of what is happening. Started out as an homage to Kushiel's Legacy and ended with a war. Fully written, fully edited, chapters coming weekly—maybe biweekly, if I'm feeling particularly spicy.

NOTES: WARNING: this is such a heavy fic. It was truly hard to read, but the ending is very good I promise. CW: So much abuse, sexual assault, kidnapping, sexual slavery, non-consent. It does get better but I did cry a fuck-ton reading this. This is the AU in which the dafan wen's (they are enslaved and work in a brothel owned by Ruohan and co) take in WY from childhood and he is basically groomed by Wen Ruohan and squad to be their most deviant customer's favourite sex worker (he is tortured for their pleasure i cannot state how terrible it was). BUT He does get a very happy ending, lots of mental health and physical support and it does end with Wangxian in the softest of ways. I know I spoked a lot about the trauma but it was very good I promise.

7 We Meet at the Thousandth Step (315914 words) by Rynne, Admiranda

Chapters: 44/44 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Cangse Sanren/Wei Changze Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign (Modao Zushi), Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze Live, Rogue Cultivator Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Night Hunts (Modao Zushi), Genius Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Inventor Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Plot, Romance, Drama, Fluff, Strangers to married, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Developing Relationship, Minor Violence, Case Fic, Mystery, Flirting, Wei Wuxian's Canon-Typical Flower Flirting, Arson, There Was Only One Bed, Getting Together, First Kiss, Meeting the Parents, Resolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Romantic Tension, Wei Wuxian Is a Good Big Brother, New Relationship Bliss, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, Blood and Injury, Yiling siblings, Married Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Honeymoon, Wangxian's Baby Fever Series: Part 1 of The Different Paths We Tread Summary: As they both go wherever the chaos might be, Lan Wangji and rogue cultivator Wei Wuxian, eldest child of the famous Cangse-sanren, find their paths converging. Soon they'll discover in each other the perfect partner for night hunting…and beyond.

NOTES: In which WY's parents did NOT die and he is raised as a rogue cultivator with them (and his sibling!). This is the most sweetest, fluffy, romance between rogue cultivator WY and the esteemed second jade of Lan. Honestly this is a soul cleansing fic. I am pretty sure I have rec'd it before, but I will continue to do so because it is adorable. Bonus- parental teasing from Cansge Sanren and Wei Changze!

8 what builds a home (45953 words) by Stratisphyre

Chapters: 4/4 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao & Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian Characters: Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Meng Shi (Modao Zushi), Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Mo Xuanyu, Lan Huan | Lan Xichen, Lan Qiren Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Adopted Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, POV Multiple, warning for JGS behaving exactly as expected, child endangerment, Brother Feels, Minor Character Death Summary: Two children, Meng Shi decides, cannot possibly be that much more work than one. On the run from the Jin, Meng Shi encounters another young boy in need of love, a family and a home.

NOTES: This is one of my favourtie premises I have come across and I am so glad I read it. Meng Shi is fleeing the brothel and the Jin cultivators after her with her son. In an alley in yilling she finds orphaned Wei Ying- what's one more (well more than one- we get some baby Xuanyu!) child to raise? In this AU WY is not a cultivator but brilliant with talismans, wangxian still happens (the most romantic first meet), and the jins have the day they deserve in the end. So sweet!

9 All will be well when the day is done (76082 words) by abCEE

Chapters: 8/8 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sort Of, Fix It, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan Bashing, Yu Ziyuan Bashing, Definitely not Yu Ziyuan centric, Fix it for our main characters, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Butterfly Effect, Madam Lan Lives (Modao Zushi), No Sunshot Campaign (Modao Zushi), Artistic License, Unreliable Narrator, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin Bashing, non-yunmeng wei wuxian, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Good Uncle Lan Qiren, OOC, No Beta, Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian Get a Happy Ending, Wei Wuxian gets the love and care that he deserves from the very beginning, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Mainly CQL but has elements of the novel as well, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian Isn't Adopted by the Jiangs, verbal and physical (c/o Zidian) abuse from YZY Summary: The one where Yu Ziyuan time traveled but she thought that it was her visions of her alternate life. She learned that there is a brat named Wei Ying who brought destruction to her and her family's life. And so in her present, she vowed that she will never allow that to happen.   In which Yu Ziyuan found the four-year-old Wei Ying, newly pushed out of the inn where his parents left him, and decided that no, this child must never be associated with her, her family, and their sect at all. And so Yu Ziyuan thought that she could bring him somewhere where someone may or may not find him but definitely far from where her husband could find him. If he's lucky, he'll survive that winter, if he's not, then death awaits the fevered child. This is the extent of mercy that Yu Ziyuan could give a child. With this, she'll raise her children without having to deal with a brat that brings trouble where he goes according to her visions of her alternate life. Like the tag stated, this is definitely not Yu Ziyuan centric.

NOTES: Listen, I know this is more of a time travel fic (loosely) BUT it still results in WY being raised in the Lan sect (good uncle lan qiren fics are my life blood). The three jades of lan have a MUCH better time, wangxian romance, the war is averted, and we get a sneaky little twist in the end! A solid fic.

10 Going on charmingly (21238 words) by scribbet

Chapters: 4/4 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Additional Tags: Teenage Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans (Modao Zushi), Cloud Recesses Study Arc (Modao Zushi), Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian is Baoshan Sanren's Disciple, Genius Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Petty Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Meddling Lan Huan | Lan Xichen, What if Lan Wangji didn't have an excuse to instantly write Wei Wuxian off?, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Jiang Fengmian Doesn't Adopt Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian minus canon sense of obligation, but still with an inability to shut up around Lan Wangji, Jin Zixun is unfortunately present but only to lose face, Lan Qiren's inconsistent adherence to the Lan clan precepts, writing the effective Lan education you would like to see in the world, Technically pre-relationship - Freeform, but in the typical Wangxian way of them being in deep but just not acknowledging it yet, POV Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, I swear Lan Wangji's inner voice was not quite so snarky when I started this Summary: He pulled the door open smoothly, leaving the noisemaker with their fist still raised mid-knock.  He could glimpse white robes underneath a thick and practical-looking travel cloak, but surely no member of his sect would think to barge in upon him in such a way. “Hello!” the interloper exclaimed, a bright smile coming into view as he lifted the sopping veils away to one side. “Would you happen to know how to reach the Cloud Recesses?” Or, a teenage Wei Wuxian arrives at the Lan sect as a (mostly) respected disciple of the Immortal Baoshan Sanren instead of the well-known troublemaker of Yunmeng Jiang. Lan Wangji learns to come to terms with this (eventually).

NOTES: WY was raised by Baoshan Sanren and turns up at cloud recesses once he descends the mountain. This was a cute read and doesn't really dig deep into wangxian as a couple but it is the story of them falling in love (adorable). I love a good Gusu study arc and this was very much that.

11 The Light That Fails to Dim (310880 words) by glowingreverie

Chapters: 81/81 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, tags will be updated as the story goes on, Mild Gore Summary: Wei Ying lost his parents in a night hunt. Cold and alone, he wandered the streets of Yiling for nearly two years. However, one fateful night, a tall, scary man finds him and takes him back to a place he calls Qinghe. Later Wei Ying, now known as Wei Wuxian, discovers that that tall, scary man is not bad at all. And his cowardly brother makes an even better friend than he initially thought he would. With a content feeling in his chest every day, Wei Wuxian can only hope these peaceful, happy days with his new family will last until the end of time. Or, in which Jiang Fengmian is unaware of what happened to Wei Wuxian's parents and Nie Mingjue takes him in and the story continues from there…

NOTES: Another sweet sweet Nie sect adopts WY fic. This fic really broke my heart i'm not going to lie pals. It does have a very happy ending but it also includes 16 years of WY away from civilization (he is not dead but is in the burial mounds fixing some things that happen to him). It is worth it for the happy ending- AND it includes some cute bonus chapters!

[cressidagrey]

Glorious Sunrise - Chapter 6

Summary:

So what happens after the mating bond snaps?

Well-meaning interfering family members, deep conversations and nights spent brooding on the roof like some kind of gargoyle…this one has it all.

Warnings:

horrible self image, medical emergency, kinda Mor bashing for a teeny tiny moment, Wing Clipping

(thanks to @cafekitsune for the super pretty dividers!)

Galena hated looking at herself. 

Hated the scars and the way her skin stretched over her body, like it didn’t quite fit…

But looking at Azriel…gods, she would never tire of that. 

He was beautiful. From the sweep of his eyebrows to the long lashes that she was sure some females would gleefully kill for…to the straight, proud nose and the full lips…the tattoos that covered his chest in swirls of black ink. Illyrian Warrior Markings, her brain supplied. 

She had found herself what little literature there was about Illyrians, who seemed to be rather unwelcoming to outsiders. 

So unless she wanted to take some truly horrible romance novels as gospel…she was gonna trust her mate on that. 

And Azriel never seemingly talked about his heritage. But then, if she had been locked into a cell for 11 years of her life…who knew what she would think about her people. 

It wasn’t like she didn’t outright hate the population of Velaris on a bad day. 

Or at least the people that stared at her and made their comments…the rest…she didn’t hate the rest. She didn’t really care about the rest either, though. 

But she did care about Azriel. 

And it startled her how much. 

It wasn’t just the mating bond. It couldn’t be. 

This was just…just him . Just him, because the moment she had allowed herself…she had fallen for him like a ton of bricks. 

She watched how some of the shadows seemed to come crawling towards her, from underneath the bed, and she held out her hand, gently coaxing them to her. 

When Azriel wasn’t around, they were often shy and skittish. Galena hadn’t yet managed to get any of the tendrils to keep her company in the stillroom, though she had tried. She talked to them, even when they didn’t often, if ever respond to her…

They were a part of him after all…the first part that she had ever gotten to know. And just because of that, she loved them too. 

Right now, with their master quietly sleeping, they moved towards her, wrapping around her hands and she couldn’t help but grin brightly. 

“Thank you,” she breathed, feeling them tighten in response, like they understood everything that she wanted to convey in that word. That gratitude for their trust, for taking care of her mate for centuries…

They tugged at her fingertips and she wriggled them in response, watching as they swirled around her…tug of war…with a couple of shadows. 

“Are you playing with them?” Azriel’s voice pulled her out of her revelry and her head snapped up wide-eyed. He was mustering her with something akin to amusement in his dark hazel eyes, his voice still thick with sleep. 

“Yes,” Galena admitted, not feeling sorry in the slightest. “Did I wake you?” she asked apologetically as she leaned up for a Good Morning kiss, something that was commonplace by now. He always stayed with her throughout the night, and she adored the few minutes that they got to steal with just the two of them. 

“You know… most people are terrified of them,” Azriel whispered against her lips, hands coming up to cover her ribcage and she grinned into the kiss. 

“I am not most people,” Galena quipped right back. She wasn’t. 

And she was never going to be afraid of her mate’s shadows. Not when they had done nothing to deserve her fear. 

They could be more like annoying relatives than anything else after all…and quite practical too, if they fetched something for her, happy to be useful. 

“It’s still early,” she whispered quietly. Still early enough that they had some time…time for just the two of them. 

“It is,” he agreed, a thumb gently rubbing against the underside of her breast…still wearing a silky little nightgown that Zoreen had gotten for her…by now Galena easily admitted that they were quite nice to wear. 

(If only because Azriel didn’t seem to be able to keep his hands from her if she did wear them.) 

“Can I try something?” she requested, managing to get her knees underneath herself and Azriel looked at her, surprised by the request. “I want to touch you like you touched me,” she admitted. It had been in her head for days, not helped by the fact that they hadn’t done much more than kissing ever since that evening…

And gods, Galena wanted more. 

It was burning in her chest with the intensity. 

She wanted to watch him fall apart and see that she had been the one making sure that he did. She wanted to see the proof of…his pleasure. She watched his face, saw his throat bob as he swallowed…and then how Azriel silently nodded. 

She climbed to straddle them, kissing him properly, making sure that her bad leg wasn’t going to cramp up again and ruin this. 

It didn’t. 

And she fell into that kiss, coaxing his tongue to tangle with hers…slowly drawing her hands down his chest…ignoring the pale scars that littered his body like a roadmap. 

“I love you,” she whispered against his ear, making him shudder with something, the room filled with the musky scent of arousal…

It was easy. So easy. 

And getting to touch him…that everything that she had wanted…her hand slid down lower, feeling the hard throbbing evidence of his arousal and he hissed. 

She could work with that. She could really work with that. 

The plan came together in her brain without much conscious thought…the horrible romance novels that Zorreen had started to leave with her as a joke came to the forefront of her mind. 

Nakedness shouldn’t shock her. She was a healer. She had been trained as one…she had seen a lot of fae bodies. Males and Females alike…

Though granted, normally, they weren’t…well, they weren’t her mate. And they were also definitely not standing to attention quite like he was…

And the male normally did tend to be…a bit smaller. Not quite as well-endowed as he seemed to be…so thick and long that a thrill ran through her at the sight of him. 

Gods, was there a single part of him that wasn’t beautiful? 

And then, because if she had waited any longer, she was going to lose her nerve…she swallowed down the crown of him…shocked by how wide her jaw needed to stretch. 

“Cauldron, Lena!” it was a hoarse shout that left his mouth, and she dared to look up at him, seeing his back strain against her bed, see the long, broad lines of him…in the throes of pleasure…

And she made it her mission to take him apart…even when her jaw ached…the taste and heavy weight of him on her tongue was its very own…torture in a way. She knew that if he slid his finger inside her, he would find her drenched with her own juices, would find her so aroused that she was searching for his release only so that maybe she would wind her own relief…

Not that she needed to wait long…

She didn’t dare to even try and take the whole of him in her mouth, but her hands were free, so she touched the rest of his prick, hearing his groans that just spurned her on…one hand gently carding through her hair…never pulling. He didn’t thrust up either,  though she would feel how the muscles in his thighs clenched, obviously wanting to. 

“Lena…” he growled out a warning, but she didn’t pull back, the only thing that shot up was her eyes…and then his back bowed and he shuddered through his release, the salty twang of him coating her throat…

Gods, he was gorgeous. 

So beautiful. Just as beautiful as she had imagined. 

He pulled her off him, pulled her up for a kiss and she grinned against him. 

“Good?”

“Where did you even learn that?” Azriel asked her weakly, making her laugh. 

“I know how to read,” Galena quipped. “I got a whole bunch of horrible romance novels and went through them…I got some tips.”

Granted half of it was…not something that she was going to be interested in trying out…though the other half…that she definitely wanted to try out. 

His fingers ghosted up her thighs, but she caught it in hers, intertwining her hands. 

“No. That was for me,” she told him softly. It was for her. She had wanted to see him like that…had wanted to see him taken apart by the pleasure she got to give him…and she had. 

“I am pretty sure that was for me,” Azriel disagreed with her drily, and she laughed. 

“I got exactly what I wanted from you, I promise.”

And she did. 

She was in a ridiculously good mood that morning, even Silas in all his glory couldn’t manage to take that away from her. 

And she was very much content in her stillroom, humming to herself, as she heard the commotion in the apothecary, could hear Azriel bite out words in a tone that she had never heard him take before. 

It was enough for her to push open her door and ignore the stares of the current customers.

“Azriel, what’s wrong?” she asked, only with a second blink registering the fighting leathers he wore, the cobalt blue stones that were shining with power. 

“I need Madja.” She could hear the desperation in his tone. Something had happened. 

“She’s with a patient,” Galena answered. Labour and delivery. It could be hours until she was…“What do you need?” she asked instead. 

What could she do?

“We had a training accident…her wings…” he choked out and that was enough. That was all she needed to hear. 

“Let me get my bag.”

She couldn’t even turn, because then the shadows were already there, putting her bag in her hand and Azriel was suddenly there, grasping her and she didn’t have a second to blink before suddenly it was dark and then they were airborne and the shout stuck in her throat as he hit the ground with her in his arms…

House of Wind. The very top floor…the surrounding…filled with obstacle courses?

But her gaze was pulled to the female on the floor…illyrian…One wing absolutely mangled, the other not looking much better. 

“Training accident. Emerie had her wings…crushed,” Cassian told her, sounding no better than Azriel had. “I have never…We didn’t know if we could touch her or…”

“Emerie? My name is Galena,” Galena said as she sunk to her knees next to her bag, the wing trembling slightly. She didn’t even need a damn diagnostic to know that this was fucking bad. “I am a healer. I’ll take care of you, alright?” she promised, watching Emerie’s face, eyes crunched together in pain… there were Nesta and a red-haired young female flanking her. 

“On a scale of one to ten…where is your pain?” Galena asked as she did her best to stem the bleeding. There was already enough blood on the floor. 

“9,” Emerie bit out. 

Better than Galena had thought, to be honest. 

“Alright. I am going to numb your wings? So you aren’t in that much pain any longer,” she explained, already starting to cast. First numb, then she would…then she would stem the blood flow to the wings and place them in a sort of medical stasis so that she could actually start to fix all the broken bones that were sticking out of them. 

“No,” Emerie choked. “I don’t…I don’t want to lose them.”

“It’s not forever, right?” Cassian asked her, worriedly and Galena shook her head. 

“Of course not. I am not hurting any nerves whatsoever. I just put a stopgap there,” she tried to explain it. “You won’t lose feeling because of this forever. It’s just for now, so I can stop the bleeding.”

“Let her do it, Em,” Nesta said quietly. “She isn’t going to take your wings. We’ll make sure of that.”

It was a promise and Galena swore to herself that she was going to keep it. Emerie would fly again, even when it was the last thing she would do. 

“Do it,” Emerie finally gave permission and Galena made quick work of it…stemming the blood flow…just for now. 

“Alright. We need to get her inside…I need a clean place to work,” Galena explained quickly.

“This is going to suck,” Cassian said apologetically, as he scooped her up in his arms and Galena was surprised that she didn’t start screaming. 

She had every fucking right to that after all. 

Still, Azriel was the one who lifted her up without a word, following along…probably a good idea, because she would have never been able to keep up. Not with her leg being as it was. 

They found a bedroom, not unlike the one Azriel had been in when she had first met him, Cassian placing Emerie down onto her stomach on it, as Galena was carefully deposited on the edge of the bed. 

“I am going to cast a diagnostic on you now…you shouldn’t be able to feel anything but my magic. It’s probably gonna feel cool,” she explained and Emerie turned her head and for the first time took Galena in, with bleary eyes. 

She expected horror and flinching away…maybe demanding them to find another healer…

“You are Azriel’s mate,” she said instead, sounding surprised, her voice hoarse. 

“Yes,” Galena agreed. “But right now, I am just your healer.” 

One diagnostic later and she got a full picture of every crushed and splintered bone in these wings. 

“You shattered…a lot of bones. We are going to need to restructure your wings,” she explained. “I need to warn you that…I am not sure if I can do this without any lasting damage,” Galena said. “I’ll do my best, but you’ll probably keep at least a couple of scars.”

The last thing she had expected was Emerie to snort.

“That’s nothing new. I can’t fly anyway. So what do some more scars matter?” she said that flippantly, but Galena could hear the pain in these words.  

She asked, pulling back the diagnostic charm so that she could look at it…see what was going on with Emerie’s wings…

Oh. 

“You were clipped,” Galena said, her voice quiet. 

“Yes,” Emerie agreed.

“Rhys has outlawed it but some slipped through the cracks. Emerie included,” Cassian said, his voice rough. 

As far as Galena was concerned, every single healer that did this, even once…they should all die. And lose every bit of their magic for calling themselves a healer after that. 

They weren’t. 

Not as far as she was concerned. 

“Mine was worse than some others. My father did it,” Emerie explained. 

He had done an absolutely shoddy job at it, too. 

The fact that Emerie’s father had done this to her…

“Alright,” Galena said, trying her best to seem optimistic. “Even if you can’t fly, I am going to fix the bones. And… whatever else I can.” Maybe she could at least…fix some of the tremors that ran through these wings. 

They were so beautiful, so majestic…and seeing them like they were currently was breaking Galena’s heart. 

“Now. You can stay conscious during this, but this won’t be particularly comfortable for you. I’ll need to ply you with plenty of pain potions anyway,” she explained. “Or I can make you sleep and when you wake up…this is going to be all just a bad dream.”

She knew what she would choose these days. 

“No, I want to stay awake,” Emerie said decisively. 

“We’ll stay too,” Nesta said, her voice certain in a way that made Galena think that there was no way in hell, anybody would be able to get her out of this room. 

“If you change your mind, let me know,” Galena agreed.  “There is no shame in not being able to stomach it. Madja needed to knock me out halfway through the last time she cut open my leg,” she recounted with a shudder. One last try they had made at at least…at least repairing some of the damage. It had worked in parts. 

“I’ll need either Azriel or Cassian to stay as well…mostly so I have a pair of wings to model Emerie’s after…see how they should look,” she explained.

“I’ll go,” Cassian agreed. “Thanks but I want my head to stay attached, so I’ll leave you to fondle Azriel’s wings.” 

…Was that a sex thing? She had definite questions that her shitty romance novels had not answered. 

Alright. Here went nothing. 

She searched through her bag for the thing she needed, knocking back a potion herself. 

“What are you taking?” Azriel asked her immediately, worry in his voice.

“It shores up my magic,” she explained. A sort of pepper-up Potion…just stronger and linked to her. She couldn’t take more than one without paying the price in the form of a horrible migraine.  “I need it if I want to fix…all of this in one go.”

And she did want to do that. 

“Would…Would I be able to help?” said the other female, the red-headed one. “I am a Priestess. I possess an invoking stone. It has healing properties.” she explained. “I’m Gwyn.”

Oh. Well, that made sense. She knew that the House of Wind was a sanctuary for a lot of the Priestesses in the Night Court. 

“If you would be willing to help, I would welcome it,” Galena said easily. “I’ll put the bones in the right position and then you can heal the fractures.”

It would take some of the strain off her. “It will stop me from having to take a break,”  she explained.

Good. That was cleared up…

So that left Galena to play puzzles with the bone fragments in Emerie’s wings. 

It was a slow-going process, even when she was quite good at it, not to tout her own horn. She could put all the pieces together again…it just took time…time that she didn’t really have because she couldn’t interrupt the blood flow for too long, but she needed to get this right on the first try and…

Nesta kept up a quiet conversation with Emerie…Azriel helped her carefully stretch out the wing so that she could work easily…

“Oh,” Emerie gasped. 

“Are you alright?” Galena asked, pausing in her work. 

“Yes, I can just…I can’t normally extend them like this,” she admitted, gritting her teeth and Galena carefully touched a mangled bit of scar tissue…that must have been from the clipping. 

Right there…cutting through skin and nerves and…

Huh. Her brain immediately started shifting through options, discarding them and then...

“What are you thinking?” Nesta demanded. “You have this look in your eyes. You had it with Azriel as well.”

Galena shook her head. “I would need to do some research,” she said carefully. “I wouldn’t want to get up any hopes.”

“But?” Emerie demanded. 

“I think I can fix it.”

[idoodlestuffsometimes]

Brother's Keeper AU Story Post 11

Hunter doesn't know anything about his family, and if Caleb can help it, he never will.

AU MASTER POST

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[IMAGE ID: A black and white ink and pencil comic. PAGE ONE PANEL 1: A close-up on Hunter's eye as he looks at Belos' empty seat behind him. "So, Dad…" he says. PANEL 2: "Can I ask you something?" Hunter is sitting on Caleb's bed, watching as Caleb waters a potted plant in the corner, facing away from him. The room is brightly lit by the window, but with stark shadows in Caleb's corner. "Hmm?" Caleb responds. PANEL 3: "I've been thinking about your illness," says Hunter. The angle has changed so that we see Caleb facing us in the foreground, but we can't see his eyes, only his mouth fallen open in a frown. "I know Uncle says it'll be cured by pleasing the Titan on the Day of Unity, but I just thought…" continues Hunter. "Maybe I could help more." Caleb's watering can rattles. His hand is shaking. PANEL 4: A profile view of Caleb, still facing away from Hunter. He's in shadow, lit from behind. His eyes are wide in horror. "What are you saying?" he asks. PANEL 5: "There's so much I don't know," Hunter says, nervous but hopeful. "I don't even really know what our family was like before the accident. Or what exactly happened! If I just had more information, I could help look for a solution!" In the foreground we can only see Caleb's other hand, clenched and shaking on the grip of his crutch. "Fledge…" he warns. PAGE TWO PANEL 1: Hunter leans forward eagerly, excited now. "What kind of wild magic was it? Maybe some kind of oracle, illusions, and beast combo? If I did some resear--" PANEL 2: "HUNTER!" Caleb cries. The speech bubble and panel overlap with Hunter's dialogue, cutting him off. The panel is completely black. Caleb's eyes are screwed shut, his brows drawn down and his shoulders pulled up around his ears desperately as he shouts. PANEL 3: A wide black panel, small and isolated on the white page. In the center, Hunter sits small and chastised, his ears drooping. PANEL 4: Caleb sags on his crutches in the shadowed corner. He still hasn't turned around to face Hunter. "Please…" he says, "Don't ask me." PANEL 5: "You should listen to your uncle. Do not speak of wild magic," Caleb is looking away guiltily as Hunter sits, distressed, behind him. "Promise me, Fledge. Please." PANEL 6: Hunter turns away. Behind him looms Belos' chair. "I'm sorry," he says. "…I promise." /END ID]

[kitthepurplepotato]

Bakugou Katsuki’s daily shenanigans!

(Bakugou x reader)

Master List

(Sorry, I ran out of link options on main 😂)

For the main Master List with more stories and ships, click here!

Genre: Comedy, Slice of Life, Enemies to lovers, Eventual Romance

Summary: When Katsuki’s old assistant goes on a parental leave he’s already heartbroken but it only gets worse when he sees who the new one is. You are a fucking menace and he would rather die than to work with you.

Long story short, Katsuki falls in love with the “most annoying person the world has ever seen.”

Estimated chapters: 16 chapters (18 parts) for Season One, 17 chapters + 2 bonus chapters (20 parts) for Season 2!

Other background relationships: Midoriya Izuku x Shouto Todoroki, Kaminari Denki x Kyouka Jirou

Warnings (S1): Swear words, drinking, a bit of angst at the end, suggestive (only the last chapter, really)

This story is completed!

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Season One!

Part 1: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of the leaving secretary

Part 2: Meet the Menace!

Part 3: Bakugou Katsuki and the dancing pigeons

Part 4: "Dynadick" and the case of the heartbroken Chargebolt

Part 5/1: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of the unconscious secretary (double chapter)

Part 5/2: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of the unconscious secretary part 2

Part 6: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of an unexpected team up mission (feat.Deku&Todoroki)

Part 7: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of a missing secretary

Part 8: The Menace and the case of the pajama party in the alternative universe.

Part 9: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of the Number One

Part 10: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of the Future Teller

Part 11: This wedding sucks.

Part 12: Steven!!! 🐦

Part 13: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of a furious mother.

Part 14 (1/2): Fake it till you make it!

Part 14 (2/2): A date?!

Part 15: Last Resort.

Part 16: Be my fucking girlfriend,

Menace! (The End)

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Season Two!

Genre: Romantic comedy, established relationship, fluff

Warnings: Swear words, suggestive, one and a half chapters worth of smut (skippable), NSFW

Chapter 1: Relationship 101 with Bakugou Katsuki.

Chapter 2: Meet my Menace, you old hag!

Chapter 3: "Pillow Talk".

Chapter 4: It's okay to say no. (18+, skippable)

Chapter 5: The Aftermath

Chapter 6: Bakugou is bad at feelings.

Chapter 7: Let me take care of you.

Chapter 8: Is this the famous honeymoon phase?!

Chapter 9: A bubbly experience O (16+)

Chapter 10: Auntie Ink's chili-chocolate muffins

Chapter 11: Katsuki has shitty feelings (again.)

Chapter 12: Shopping date

Chapter 13: You are my Number One

Chapter 14 (1/2): The Big Day

Chapter 14 (2/2): Show me how much you love me

(18+)

Chapter 15: The First Fight

Chapter 16: FIGHT!

Chapter 17 (The End): Forever and After.

Bonus chapter 1/2: A trip to another universe!

Bonus chapter 2/2: Drum contest!

[tk-duveraun]

11/? Luo Binghe is SO NORMAL about Shen Yuan

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 (here), 12

Read up through even numbered parts on Ao3

Luo Binghe dedicated all of his time to repairing his relationship with Shen Yuan. He cooked every meal, but kept the presentation plain rather than extravagant and showy. Some foods were completely banned. Anything that was considered a couple's food was off the table.

Ning Yingying helped fill in the gaps in his knowledge left by IRS's shitty writing. She also brought their masters peaches when Shen Yuan desperately wanted some and Luo Binghe couldn't bring himself to provide them.

Shen Jiu being fed his cooking also helped keep the behavior from seeming suggestive. Similarly, Luo Binghe did some of the laundry from both Peak Lords. He took care of outer robes and accessories, since he had knowledge of stain removal from silks and expensive cloth from his time in Blackswan. Meanwhile, Ming Fan washed or delegated their undergarments.

The pang in his heart at missing the opportunity to sniff Shen Yuan's inner robes was easily outweighed by his beloved's piece of mind.

Managing Qing Jing Peak's affairs brought to light another strange thing: Shen Yuan never left the mountain without another Peak Lord in his company. In IRS this had been explained by needing support or sudden dual cultivation for Without a Cure, but not only was Shen Yuan not suffering from the poison, but based on the records, this informal restriction existed for his entire tenure as Peak Lord.

Luo Binghe didn't like Ming Fan, but the Original Goods' cordial relationship with his shixiong was a boon.

"Really?" Ming Fan replied when asked about Shen Qingchun not leaving the peak alone. He leaned over Luo Binghe's papers and frowned. "I never noticed. He wasn't injured and his cultivation has always been stable."

Unlike Shen Qingqiu's went unsaid, but not forgotten given the deepening of Ming Fan's frown.

"Shizun," Ming Fan began, meaning Shen Jiu, "goes off peak frequently without an escort. He's always been the mind to Shifu's sword; it seems strange, though perhaps not." Ming Fan sighed and covered his eyes. "Shifu does seem to find himself in… unusual circumstances. It's probably nothing."

"Thanking Shixiong for his insight."

"Thank you for getting that stain out. I thought Shizun was going to kill me when I spilled his ink."

"I'll be leaving first." Luo Binghe finished the plesantries and returned Shen Yuan's records to Qing Jing's archives so no one else could look at them. Next he planned to look into the records from when Shen Yuan was a disciple, but those were stored on An Ding Peak. He would either need an excuse to access the files or an opportunity to break in.

The amount of important things Snowballing left out or just deliberately lied about was getting frustrating. Once again, Luo Binghe felt the deep desire to strangle him. Maybe when he was Shen Yuan's, his husband would teach him how to summon a soul from another world.

But that was a long term plan, for the moment he had to scout out An Ding. He had plenty of opportunities to scope it out, since Shen Yuan was constantly sending long letters to Shang Qinghua. Long enough that Luo Binghe had to give some credit to the fans that thought Shang Qinghua would be the endgame match for Shen Yuan.

Of course, even if Snowballing originally wanted that, Luo Binghe was here now for his wife.

Luo Binghe was full of grace and not anger. Luo Binghe liked Ning Yingying because she gave Shen Yuan peaches and all of the delightful treats he didn't allow himself to give his master. If he kept repeating those things to himself, he wouldn't do anything rash.

Luo Binghe took a deep breath and used the support beam above him to drag his body another few inches under the Bamboo House. Ning Yingying had brought a cat on peak. Not a terrible a idea, given that Shen Yuan loved all critters and they loved him in return. However, this cat was a queen on the edge of birth. So she had immediately found a loose board and weaseled her way underneath Shen Yuan's beloved home and had her kittens.

So now he was crawled on his back under the Bamboo House trying to remove the kittens. At least they were only three days old and wouldn't try to run away and squirm. He just wished he had the space to roll over. Moving would be easier on his stomach, but he didn't think he could bring his delicate cargo out that way.

His hair was a rats nest full of dirt and rocks. The robes were a complete loss. He should have changed out of his special, personal disciple robes for it, but he didn't think that far ahead and thus all of his beautiful embroidery would have to be done again. He liked Ning-shijie and might even, one day, forgive her for this disaster.

Worst of all, he couldn't hear a word from above, so either it wasn't as if he could use this opportunity to eavesdrop.

With his precious burden — three kittens — stuffed down the front of his robes, he began the long, indecorous wiggle back out. With the hard part complete, he let his mind wander, vaguely examining the fine construction that went into his wife's home.

Until he might as well as been slapped in the face. Before Meng Mo could realize something more interesting that kittens was happening, he threw up his mental shields.

There, through the raw Barbed Field Sheep's wool that served as insulation, was a complex array carved into the bottom of Shen Yuan's floorboards. There was blood in the grooves, enforcing and powering the spell. Luo Binghe felt his sweat freeze and his chest still for a moment before he was scrambling fiercely out of the crawlspace.

He didn't even care as his robes tore and he felt rocks dig into his flesh. Shen Yuan was in danger! What was this plotline? Did Snowball include anything important in that stupid book?

[callaeidae3]

Whumptober2024 Master post

Yay, I completed it! ✨ This month's personal challenge to myself was to draw something traditional art for each prompt.

All my drawings were with 2B pencil, art liner / fine tip pen, artist pen brushes (some india ink based, some alchohol based, some watercolour based), and some skin tone pencils...which I finally bought some of close to the end.

The paper was mostly that of my art journal (i.e. visual diary), except for one (the shipwreck one) which I did on printer paper.

Here's the list of completed Whumptober2024 prompts:

1. "If we only we could hold on" (KK)

2. Trust issues (VLD)

3. Set up for failure | Wrongfully arrested (KK)

4. Hallucinations (KK)

5. Healing salve (KK)

6. Not realising they're injured | Unhealthy coping mechanisms | Healed wrong (VLD)

7. Only for emergencies (KK)

8. Sleep deprivation (KK)

9. Bruises (KK)

10. Blow to the head | Slurred words (KK)

11. “Leave no trace behind, like you don't even exist.” (KK)

12. Starvation | Underground caverns | "Just a little more" (VLD)

13. Shivering (alt prompt) (KK)

14. Left for dead (OC: Deer boi whumpee)

15. Painful hug (OC: Deer boi whumpee)

16. Wound cleaning (KK)

17. Shipwrecked (OC)

18. Loss of identity (KK)

19. One way out (KK)

20. Emotional angst | Shoulder to cry on (KK)

21. Secrets revealed (alt prompt) (VLD)

22. Bleeding through the bandages (KK)

23. Forced choice (VLD)

24. Regret (alt prompt) (KK)

25. Surgery | Stitches | Being monitored (KK)

26. Nightmares (KK)

27. Communication barrier (alt prompt) (KK)

28. Exposure (OC: Mer caretaker + human whumpee)

29. Fatigue | Burnout (OC: Winged whumpee)

30. Recovery | Hospital bed (KK)

31. Asking for help (KK)

[fdelopera]

Welcome to the 27th installment of 15 Weeks of Phantom, where I post all 68 sections of Le Fantôme de l’Opéra, as they were first printed in Le Gaulois newspaper 115 yeas ago.

In today’s installment, we have Part I of Chapter 11, “L'enveloppe magique” (“The Magic Envelope”).

This section was first printed on Wednesday, 3 November, 1909.

Gaston Leroux cut "The Magic Envelope" from his novel when he prepared the First Edition for publication.

In January of 2014, I published my translation of this chapter. Mine was the first English translation of this chapter to be published.

You can read my full translation of "The Magic Envelope" on my blog here.

The text of this section starts at "Mama Giry had been reinstated in her duties," and goes to "And from under his monk’s robe, he too produced the missive that he had received from P. of the O."

TRANSLATION:

Mama Giry had been reinstated in her duties. It is certainly not in the Memoirs of M. Moncharmin that one can find evidence of so pathetic a capitulation before the occult force of the Phantom. Furthermore, whether he believed that he had been tricked by someone more cunning than he — and we shall soon see whom he at least momentarily suspected — or whether he was in truth ashamed to admit or suggest his managerial concern, Moncharmin spoke no more of the Phantom except in a vague, cautious, and frequently incomprehensible manner. On the other hand, one could not doubt that MM. Richard and Moncharmin, as reasonable people, endeavored to wake from the dream that had begun to take hold of them in Box 5 on that disastrous evening. The following day, they agreed to make it known that they had neither felt nor heard anything extraordinary in that infernal box, and the words that heralded the accident: “She is singing tonight to bring down the chandelier,” were to be regarded as just a trick of their overactive imaginations. All the same, they had a lengthy and secret discussion after a tempestuous visit to see the poor Carlotta, who had taken to her bed, unable to recover from her misfortune. And then they spent an entire afternoon in the rafters of the building. A careful inspection of the chandelier’s means of suspension left them rather puzzled, and that very evening, they sent their apologies to Mama Giry.

They entreated her to resume the management of Box 5 and they resolved to enter into negotiations with the P. of the O.

They deemed that they could devise no better strategy for overcoming this mysterious figure than by making him believe they were finally giving in to the explicit attempt at extortion inscribed in red ink in the Opera’s document of terms and conditions. As we can see, the Managers’ frame of mind had undergone an important transformation. They no longer claimed they were dealing with a prankster, but instead concluded that he must be a crook of outrageous audacity. And they intended to catch him, the result of which were several incidents that were faithfully related to me by way of Mama Giry, then by way of Mercier, the Administrator, and finally by Gabriel himself, the chorus master and confidant of Richard, as Mercier was that of Moncharmin.

Mama Giry did not seem to have held any hard feelings towards the Managers for their regrettable behavior against her. Or at least, demonstrating great dignity, she did not show any. She still wore her air of aloof reserve, as well as her shawl and her soot colored hat. When she had returned to her duties, Moncharmin coldly gave her a letter for the Phantom. She took it and calmly placed it in her basket, announcing that she would bring this letter to the Phantom that very evening.

Needless to say, from that day onwards, the Managers no longer quarreled with their unseen guest over his box. The day after they wrote to him, they received his reply. The post office, in an utterly nonsupernatural fashion, delivered his letter to them.

“Messieurs,” wrote P. of the O., “I have taken note of your offers up to now. But do not become impatient. When the time is right, and it won’t be long, I shall inform you of when and how you shall remit to me the 20,000 francs of my current monthly salary. — P.S. I understand that Christine Daaé is somewhat unwell, so you need not worry if you do not see her these days. She will send you a note when she is better. The young lady is in need of rest. You can take my word for it. Friendly regards.”

“It seems to me that our Phantom has every appearance of ruining women’s reputations,” declared Moncharmin!

But for the moment, they decided not to probe the mystery of that relationship. Likewise, they restrained themselves from keeping watch over Mother Giry, and so they were unaware of how she actually corresponded with their new “friend.” In this way, they tried to avoid arousing his suspicion, for they wanted to catch him red-handed.

All of this took place before the ball. Now, an important event occurred on the morning of the day when the Opera was to give its commemorative masquerade ball. MM. Moncharmin and Richard each in turn received a letter from P. of the O. These letters gave them “private” instructions that put them on guard against each other, and imposed on them a series of actions from which they could not deviate, and which they were to keep secret from one another…

The wording of the two letters, moreover, was exactly the same:

“My dear Manager, I have deemed it best that we should discuss our business directly; it will allow us to talk over these matters more easily, and I have resolved to confer with you personally, since you are a gentleman, a shrewd judge of character, and a person of the highest intellect, qualities that are greatly appreciated, and that I would be at pains to find in your unfortunate colleague. If you do not want anything untoward to occur between us, I cannot advise you too strongly to keep the plan that I shall reveal to you a secret. It is simple. Rest assured that I shall not instruct you to bring the 20,000 francs with you. You would put me behind bars as soon as I had the money in my pocket, and then it is I who would be robbed. No, but I shall tell you viva voce how you must go about getting me the money so that, each month, it reaches me without any risk, either to it or to me.

“And now, here are the conditions in which we two shall meet. I shall come to the ball this evening, masked, dressed as a Capuchin friar in a grey robe with a cowl over my head. You shall come wearing the same costume, masked. Rendezvous between quarter-past and half-past midnight in the third box, which is located directly below the ‘Box of the Blind.’ The first one to arrive shall await the other. Friendly regards. — P.S. You can inform the police; they will laugh. P. of the O.”

M. Moncharmin did not inform anyone. M. Richard did the same as he. If through that experiment, P. of the O. had tried to determine the degree of influence that he exerted over the minds of the two Managers, he must have been pleased. His instructions were followed to the letter.

At the Opera, the so-called Box of the Blind was an amply spacious box that was situated in the top tier of the auditorium, and from which one could not see a thing. This circumstance was not, as one might believe, the primary reason for such a title. One must seek an explanation in the fact that a previous manager had reserved this box for the exclusive use of the institutions of the blind, who brought their residents to the Opera free of charge. These enthusiasts, ecstatic and drunk with music, wearing the fervent and haggard features of opium lovers, would cup their hands to their ears to better imbibe the thunder of the orchestra.[1]

At exactly a quarter past midnight, Moncharmin, wrapped head to toe in his monk’s robe, wearing his cowl and his mask, entered the appointed box — below the Box of the Blind — and there he waited. Richard, likewise disguised beneath his cowl, met him there soon after. They stared at each other for a long while through the two holes in their masks, each convinced that he saw before him the elusive P. of the O. … and they waited for the other to begin the conversation.

It was then that they heard a voice speak, as we have related in the previous chapter:

“At last, monsieur, you are here! But do you not think it would be better to chat in your office? Here, monsieur, we must always be wary of eavesdroppers! Let us go to your office, monsieur…”[2]

As there was no one in the box except for the two monks, each believed that he heard the other speak, and they both bowed to each other in acknowledgement. It was Richard who made the first move to leave; Moncharmin followed him. They were serious and pensive as they traversed the rooms and corridors where the masquerade ball was in full swing. Soon they found themselves behind the stage and they climbed the administrator’s staircase. Richard, walking in front, was convinced that he was showing the other figure the way. Moncharmin, following behind, said to himself, “He knows the route as well as I do, and he moves through it as if he were at home!”

In this way, they entered the Manager’s office; Moncharmin closed the door and waited. Richard also waited. And this time, no voice seemed to take the initiative in the conversation.

Growing impatient, Richard, being the more irritable of the two, was the first to break the infuriating silence.

“We must put an end to this!” he cried.

Hearing Richard’s voice, Moncharmin received a shock that sent him stumbling backwards. And then suddenly, he burst out laughing.

“Hah! For a day of masquerading,” he said, “that’s not bad.”

And recognizing Moncharmin’s voice, Richard rushed over to the monk and threw back his cowl. His mask fell to the ground. There stood the figure of his colleague, who was laughing so hard that tears were in his eyes.

“You are an imbecile!” Richard declared simply, throwing his mask on the desk in a huff.

“Obviously I’m an imbecile!” agreed Moncharmin. “I should have suspected that this entire production could only be one of your practical jokes. Not bad, not bad at all, my dear P. of the O., and congratulations!”

“Huh?” asked Richard.

“I told you: congratulations!”

“I say! Are you mad? And are you quite done mocking me?… I will have you know that I am not in the mood…”

In the face of Richard’s genuine anger, Moncharmin, growing more and more bewildered, seemed to ponder something; then he took a letter from his pocket and held it out to his colleague. Richard took it, glanced at it briefly, and could not hold back a cry of astonishment.

“This is too much!” he exclaimed. “I received the same letter. We have been tricked once again. But by whom? I swear that I know nothing about this, and please believe me that he will pay!…”

Moncharmin said: “Are you being serious, Richard?”

“I say! What do you think?” said Richard irritably. “Do you want to see my letter? Look! Here it is!”

And from under his monk’s robe, he too produced the missive that he had received from P. of the O.

NOTES:

[1] This phrase is an almost exact quote from the introduction to the 1860 French translation of Lorenzo da Ponte’s Memoirs. Da Ponte was an Italian poet and opera librettist, best known for writing the libretti for three of Mozart’s greatest operas: Così fan tutte, Le nozze di Figaro, and Don Giovanni. Leroux’s phrase is: “élevant leurs mains en conque à leurs oreilles, comme pour mieux boire le vent de l’orchestre.” The phrase from the introduction to da Ponte’s translated Memoirs, written by A. de Lamartine, is: “élevant ses deux mains en conque à ses oreilles, comme pour mieux boire le vent de l’orchestre.” It is unclear why Leroux chose to use this phrase in this location. De Lamartine was describing what he saw when he watched da Ponte listen to Italian opera: “cupping his two hands to his ears to better imbibe the thunder of the orchestra.” Leroux was describing blind opera enthusiasts who resembled opium addicts doing the same. If Leroux did borrow this phrase from de Lamartine, it is unclear whether he intended it to bear any association with da Ponte, other than the general opera connection.

[2] In the previous chapter of the feuilleton, “At the Masquerade Ball,” Christine and Raoul are hiding in an adjacent box, and overhear Erik speaking these words to the Managers. Leroux omitted this part of that chapter from his First Edition.

ABOUT THE BOX OF THE BLIND:

When I visited the Palais Garnier in 2015, I discovered the location of the “Box of the Blind” that Leroux described in The Magic Envelope. See the photos below.

In the Gaulois, Leroux explained that the Box of the Blind was “an amply spacious box that was situated in the top tier of the auditorium, and from which one could not see a thing.”

We know from the Gaulois text that during the masked ball, the Managers agreed to “meet” Erik in the box directly below the Box of the Blind (Erik meanwhile was hiding in the Box of the Blind and threw his voice into the box below), and that Christine and Raoul hid in the box next door to the Managers.

The only box that meets Leroux’s description for the Box of the Blind is the one pictured in the top right of the photos above, beneath the angel sculptures. There is a parallel box on the other side of the auditorium, but I was able to figure out from the Gaulois text that Christine and Raoul hid in a box on the left side of the house. So the Box of the Blind must have been on the left side, as well.

This means that Erik was in the Box of the Blind (the box beneath the angel sculpture), the Managers were in the ornate box below it, and Christine and Raoul were in the box next to the Managers. Incidentally, the box where Christine and Raoul were hidden was two levels directly above Box 5.

Click here to see the entire edition of Le Gaulois from 3 November, 1909. This link brings you to page 3 of the newspaper — Le Fantôme is at the bottom of the page in the feuilleton section. Click on the arrow buttons at the bottom of the screen to turn the pages of the newspaper, and click on the Zoom button at the bottom left to magnify the text.

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

Time is on their side

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial for the prompt #FFF290 - midnight distractions. Thank you once again. I finally got around with the continuation of this fiction that I’ve been meaning to write for months now. I think it was @ynxnyx who asked me about the birthday thing. (If not, apologies for the tag. 😟)

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Fandom: Yatagarasu: The Raven Does Not Choose Its Master

Characters: Nazukihiko (Wakamiya, the crown prince), Yukiya, and brief appearances of Yukichi, Yukima, brief mention of the Great Tengu and Sumio

Word count: 1095

A HUGE full moon shone brightly tonight. So entranced was Nazukihiko that time unknowingly passed him by as he gazed at it. Seated at the engawa with his arms hugging his legs, he could see his shadow clearly. It was also quiet in the annex. This was the second time in half a year that he and Sumio were alone again. Upon their agreement, Yukiya had to stay for a whole weekend in Taruhi to celebrate his 14th birthday. He trusted that the boy would return the day after tomorrow.

The young prince could not say no to Lady Azusa’s request. After all, Yukiya deserved a short breather after meeting all his master’s demands and doing what he asked of him. He proved that he was indispensable when he was in the Ravine. It was one of those things that Yukiya must learn if he had to serve him as his right-hand man once he ascended the throne.

But something was nagging Wakamiya. He could not understand it at all. Did not even want to acknowledge it. Not quite. He missed his attendant. Yukiya became a permanent fixture in his life that it was impossible not to feel the void he had created when he was not beside him.

He stood up, went to his room, opened one of the drawers of the Chinese red cabinet, and took an object beneath his folded undergarments. It was kept in a paulownia box tied in a silk. Nazukihiko unwrapped the ribbon, opened the Kiribako, and removed the object inside. Encased in a bell jar to protect it from the moist that prevailed in Yamauchi was a functioning miniature Victorian travel watch that the Great Tengu had given him when he turned 14.

“I was in an auction house for the third time when I won this beauty. I was testing the waters how far I could go. Perhaps, out of hubris. I do not know. Besides, it was my one and only hobby if one would call it that. But I ended up owning so many of them, it would not hurt if I gave one away for a friend,” Nazukihiko was astonished receiving a present from the Tengu, which regarded him as a friend. Jun Tanimura found the way to navigate around humans, business or otherwise, that he and his Tengu clan became Nazukihiko’s lifeline in the Outside World.

He looked at the watch. It said 11:46 pm. Exactly 14 minutes before Yukiya’s birthday. He replaced it on the box then went to his study and grabbed a piece of paper. Next to it was the ink he prepared in the late evening. Thankful that it was not entirely dried up, he took his feather pen and wrote something down in his neat handwriting.

He jerked his head in the direction of his futon. After spreading it on the floor he started to roll it. It resembled a giant sushi or a sleeping person. He covered it with a blanket for the finishing touch, lest Sumio would check him out as soon as he returned from his mission. The crown prince did it a hundred times before that his friend-cum-personal guard scolded him for being careless. He was a furaibo, a wanderer, Sumio said. He also called it his midnight distractions, who knew as much as this habit of his master and close friend.

Nazukihiko discarded his kimono and placed it on top of the blanket. Wearing only his feather robe he walked toward the cliff overlooking the central town, a feast of lights and greenery dancing before his very eyes. He touched his chest securing the Kiribako inside his robe. From the platform he quickly jumped and transformed into a huge raven that one could never had imagined. Flapping his wings he surged into the sky and headed towards the Northern Territory.

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Yukiya counted the house lizards on the ceiling. Lethargy prompted him to go to bed early but honestly, he could not sleep.

Next to him were his two brothers snoring. He could see their faces clearly through the shadow of the moon that shone flawlessly. Right now, a total silence reigned in the mansion, but tomorrow, ruckus and laughter would replace that.

Somehow, he was not used to it at all, that is, being the center of attention. He always relegated himself as much as possible in the background where everyone would leave him alone.

Yukima asked him what he he was doing in the court. Yukichi, on the other hand, wanted to know how the prince exactly looked like.

“Is he kind? Is he caring? Does he treat you well? Or is he scary?” Yukichi was full of questions, Yukiya dared not to answer them all.

“He cannot wait to kick me out. But one year is one year, Yukichi. And I am a man of my word,” he assured his younger brother.

“If he does not like the way you serve him, then why torture yourself?” Yukima was indignant that Yukiya was willing to sacrifice himself.

“It is as if you do not know me at all, brother,” Yukiya told him with confidence. “I never give up without a fight.” His face gave way to his usual impish expression that vanished quickly when he looked at the sky. Yukima noticed the quick change on his brother’s eyes.

Yukiya was utterly surprised when Wakamiya agreed to it. After all what they experienced together and that encounter at the terrace of the Sunrise Palace’s Main Shrine, the thought of leaving the young prince alone with Sumio-san made him feel restless.

Careful not to make a sound he pulled his futon close to the engawa to have an unobstructed view of the moon.

She is so huge tonight. How pretty she is. Yukiya marveled at it feeling his eyes turned heavy.

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Nazukihiko found him the moment he descended quietly to the Taruhi mansion. Transforming into human again, he tiptoed to the opened door. Yukiya harbored between sleep and dream that a pair of cold hands finally calmed him down. The prince traced the eyes, the nose, and the lips in front of him. The urge to breathe the boy’s scent was overwhelming. He put the box and the letter between Yukiya’s hands, held them longer than he should be and gazed at his attendant once more.

“I am looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow, Yukiya. Please return to me. Time is on our side.”

The prince quickly left as soon as he uttered the words from the letter.

~tbc~