#it won't fill itself sadly

[nouverx]

Needed a little break from digital art for a few days so I decided to fill a few pages of my sketchbook with StaticMoth 📺🦋 I haven't used my poscas in a while damn

[desi2go]

Sore muscles

pairing: Changbin x reader

warnings: fluff

Summary: what happens when Binnie comes home sore from a trainings session?

author's note: hey guys! I'm back (well I hope so). Sorry that I didn't post anything in the last months but my life is so busy right now that I sadly won't be able to post regularly. (But I'll try to update my story on ao3 whenever I have time!)

The door creaked open, dragging out the sound like it could sense his exhaustion, and you immediately heard the telltale signs of his struggle before you even saw him. There was the slow, uneven scuff of sneakers against the wooden floor, the sound of something heavy—his gym bag, no doubt—dropping to the ground with a dull, defeated thud. Then came a low, pained exhale, almost a groan, the kind someone makes when every breath feels like it takes effort. When he finally stepped into view, you barely recognized him.

His hoodie clung to his shoulders, damp with sweat, and his hair was plastered against his forehead in messy, dark strands. His normally bright, playful eyes were dulled with fatigue, and his jaw was tight, like he was gritting his teeth just to stay upright. Even the way he stood was different—his broad shoulders were hunched, his posture sagging as if gravity itself had decided to turn against him.

With judging eyes, you observed your boyfriend who leaned against the wall, his gym shorts were rumpled. His dark hair stuck to his forehead, even more, darkened with the efforts of the night. Honestly, he looked like he just survived a war, not a training session.

"Whoa" you said, closing your book and placing it on the table after sitting up straight on the couch. "You look... rough. Are you okay, babe?"

Changbin didn't answer at first, his eyes briefly roaming over your form before he balanced himself with pressing a hand on the wall. He exhaled slowly. "I bet you won't take a yes for an answer?" Trying to joke failed miserably, his grin only coming out crooked and his voice gravelly.

You stood up, crossing the room to meet him in where he tried so desperately to stay on his feet. "You walk like an old man" you judged him, eyes pinched together. "And I feel like one" he muttered quietly as he bent down slightly to untie his sneakers. Well, he at least tried, stopping in his tracks when he winced from the motion.

"What the hell did you do?" You mumbled worried, dropping to your knees to untie the shoes yourself before tossing them to the other pairs. "Today's training was insane. Chris recommend me the new coach. But oh boy, he is the pure evil, I swear." Changbin explained as he stumbled slightly when he wanted to walk to the couch.

"I didn't even know it was possible for my legs to hurt this much" You curled your fingers around his muscular forearm, guiding your boyfriend before he could topple over again. Every muscle felt like they were rock-hard, not from tension but from exhaustion, like they had been overworked to the point of rebellion.

"Sit down" you said firmly, leaving no room to argue. "I should-"

"Sit, please. Let me take care of you" you interrupted him, your tone soft yet brooking no argument. Sighing heavily, he let himself fall on the soft padding of the couch, nearly collapsing on top of it with a groan that sounded half relieved and half in agony.

He leaned back, closing his eyes eyes, head lolling to the side on a cushion. "I will be back, okay? I'm going to run you a bath" you pressed a quick peck on his damp forehead and headed to the bathroom in order to fill the tub.

While the hot water splashed into it, you dropped some soothing bathing oil in.

Meanwhile, you fetched him new clothes from the bedroom. It didn't take long for the tub to fill, so, you quickly headed back to the living area before your boyfriend fell asleep right then and there in his stinky clothes.

He layed there just like you had left him ten minutes prior, having not even changed his position in any way. Just his steady breathing told you that he was still alive. His eyes were closed, mouth slightly open. He looked cute and even though you wanted him to get as much sleep as possible, you shock him awake carefully.

Your hand cupped his cheek, caressing his soft skin. "Babe, wake up. We need to get you all cleaned up before you can sleep" you coaxed. He mumbled something incoherent, his eyes slowly fluttering open. Yawning, he stumbled with your help to the bathroom.

Carefully you helped him out of his clothes, peeling every piece off after the other. You pecked his cheek and went to throw the dirty clothes in the washing machine while he let himself fall into the tub with a sigh, soothing warmth enveloping his strained body. Changbin could practically feel how every little knot undid and his whole body went lax.

On your way back, you fetched him some water from the kitchen that you placed in his hands with a smile. Carefully, he took it with both hands, wincing even at the small motion. With a wash cloth, you spread water over his broad shoulders and neck and afterwards rubbed the remaining sweat off with shampoo.

The whole time, Changbin observed you through half closed eyes, fighting to stay awake. Yet, his gaze was always holding your form passionately. A trace of gratefulness in there. "I can't believe the new coach pushed you so much, even though you have dance practise tomorrow" you mumbled rather to yourself than him, anger bubbling inside of you.

Changbin lifted a hand out of the water and placed it on your arm. "It's okay. I said to him that he shouldn't go light on me just because I'm an idol. The training was good, just really exhausting." He explained, tracing his fingers over your skin. You sighed. "Just don't overdo it, okay? I don't want you injured"

He nodded and pursed his lips, indicating that he wanted a kiss from you. Rolling with your eyes, you pressed your lips together for a sweet peck. "Alright. Let's get you in bed for your massage" you declared, taking his hands and helping him out of the cooling water.

With one of your fluffiest towels, you dried him. "I feel like an old grandpa" he chuckled. You snorted. "I don't care. I love my sweet old boyfriend" you wiggled with your eyebrows. Grabbing the message oil, you followed him into the bedroom. The dim, amber glow from the bedside lamp casted flickering shadows across the room, highlighting the curve of his exposed back as he layed sprawled across the bed. In the air mingledthe subtle sweetness of your massage oil you had just uncapped.

With a gentle tilt, you let a thin stream of the golden liquid trickle onto his shoulder blades, watching as it pooled in the dips of his muscles before slowly gliding down his back. He shivered at the sensation, his skin reacting to the cool contrast against his warm body. Gently, you smoothed the oil across his shoulders with slow, deliberate strokes. You massaged him often, given his hard training sessions, he was often sore and you loved to help him relieve some of the pain with kneading the knots away.

Pressing your palms flat against his upper back, you let the warmth of your hands seep into his skin before you began kneading in slow, circular motions. His body was tight, muscles knotted from overexertion, but under your touch, he gradually began to unravel. Your thumbs pressed deep into the tension points along his traps, rolling out the stiffness with practiced precision that had come over time.

A deep, guttural sigh escaped him, his body sinking further into the mattress. "God, you’re so good at this."

You chuckled softly, leaning in just enough that your breath ghosted over his ear. "I know."

Your hands moved lower, gliding effortlessly down his spine, fingers tracing the ridges of each vertebra before pressing into the firm muscles of his lower back. Changbin flinched slightly at first, a reaction to the tenderness there, but you soothed him with slow, steady pressure, coaxing the tension away with each pass of youe hands. "Why do you always have to overdo it?" you murmured, working your way down towards his hips.

His lips curved into a lazy smile against the pillow. "Maybe because I know that you will fix me after"

You smirked, pouring a little more oil into youe palm before moving to his arms, your fingers digging into the hard muscle of his biceps and forearms. His body was all strength—firm, defined, yet completely pliant under your touch. You loved feeling the way he reacted, the way his breathing hitched when you found a particularly sore spot, the way his fingers twitched when you massaged his hands.

When you reached his legs, you both shifted until you straddled his thighs to get better leverage. He made a soft sound of contentment as you began working on his hamstrings, thumbs pressing deeply into the tight muscles, kneading away the ache with slow, methodical movements.

"That’s the spot," he groaned, gripping the sheets. Biting your lip as you worked, a grin was displayed on your lips. You didn't rush, instead, you took your time on every single knot, enjoying the way he melted beneath you. Your hands traveled down to his calves, rolling and squeezing, until every last bit of tension had faded. By the time you finished, his body was completely relaxed, his breathing slow and deep. You leaned forward, your lips pressing softly against the nape of his neck. "Feeling better?" His response was a drowsy hum, his fingers reaching out to blindly grasp yours. "Mmm… you’re a lifesaver."

You curled up beside him, draping an arm over his waist as you whispered, "Get some sleep."

With a content sigh, he pulled you closer, your bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces, warmth radiating between you as sleep claimed you both.

☾☆☽

The next morning rolled by faster than you had expected. Changbin needed to leave for work early and since you were a pretty light sleeper, you heard his alarm go on. Grumbling, you rolled to your boyfriend's side, cuddling further into his embrace.

His hand traced patterns on your back. "Good morning baby" his low and raspy morning voice send tingles through your whole body. "Sorry my alarm woke you" he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"it's okay" you mumbled against his chest, remaining in this position for some time until he really needed to get up in order to arrive in time. You stayed in bed for a bit while Changbin went into the bathroom, still notably stiff from yesterday's workout session and still walking like an old man. You heard water running and then louder noises that made you perk up.

When he swore multiple time that you could even hear over the steady noise of the running water, you decided to check on him since that definitely wasn't usual for him. Slowly, you poked your head in. He was standing in front of the sink, his razor clutching in one hand while his whole lower part of his face was covered in shaving foam.

As he tried to move the razor up to his face, he winced, his muscles clearly stiff and sore. And maybe even a small strain hiding underneath the mass of his muscles. "Should I help you?" You asked in a gentle voice, careful not to spook him while leaning against the door frame.

His gaze immediately shifted towards you, letting his hand fall to the side. "You don't need to help me. Go back to bed baby. You need the sleep" he tried to coax.

You observed him with a judging look. "You're sure? I heard you swear. It's okay to ask for help. I'd love to take care of you" you soothed, taking the last few steps towards you and grabbed the razor. "Come on. Sit" you nudged him to the toilet where he sat down on the lid.

"You don't need to do that, you know?" He whispered as you leaned in, fully concentrated. "I know but I want to"

Carefully, you positioned the razor and shaved slowly. The way he watched every of your movements closely had you chuckling as you cleaned it with water.

"what? Afraid that I cut you?" You grabbed his chin and tilted his head to get better access. His eyes sparkled with adoration. "Never. I trust you wholly" he whispered, shutting his eyes as you reapplied the razor.

"You better be" you murmured, cleaning the little stubbles from the razor with the water in the sink.

"You're sure you can attend practise? Your arms seemed still pretty sore and I think they might even be strained." You argued, placing the razor on his cheek and pulling it down carefully, never once lifting your gaze from the razor.

"Well, I need to attend. The others will be disappointed and I can't lack in dancing" he answered, his hand playing with the hem of your sleep shirt.

"They will survive surely without you. Plus, I have already texted Chan yesterday night before sleeping. It's totally fine" you wiggled your eyebrows as you saw his impressed look on his face.

"I have nothing to say in it, right?" He smirked crookedly, eyes sparkling with adoration. You laughed mischievously.

"Nope, absolutely not. You will spend the day with me even if I have to chain you to the bed"

He snorted, shaking his head after you had placed the razor down and cleaning his face with a fluffy towel.

"Maybe I should remind you of your place, baby" he murmured seducingly, voice dropping as he flirted with you. His hand kneaded the skin on your hips, pinching it from time to time in a mocking manner.

You giggled, pecking his sweet lips. "Tempting, very tempting" you sing-sang, butterflies swirling in your stomach as he manhandled you as best as he could with his strained muscles, leading your lips on his for a hard and longing kiss. When his sore muscles had subsided, you were going to have a lot of fun.

[maritoke]

I finally finished them, oh lord. Swap Ancients (and Elder Faerie (he's here along for the ride, poor guy)) for my swap au. They were the ones who had the original souljams firsts, now they're beasts

Some info on Swap Ancients (might change--):

Divine Vanilla Cookie: once a traveling healer blessed by the virtue of knowledge. Through out his travels, he had seen how plagued the world was by evil and cruelty. How many cookies had died young, how many good man had turned bad due to too many woes and problems, how time spared none. But it could be reversed could it not? There were the spells that allowed one to control time. World was cruel yet it was beautiful nontheless. Why not let everyone expierience it? Why not create a paradise on earth where the is no illness nor any woes? Why not erase the very death itself? He was granted immortality, was he not? Is he not benevolent for wanting to share it with others?

Lovebug Lilies Cookie: Once two cookies with separate minds and bodies. Now two souls sharing one vessel. White Lily would always search for the truth. Cookie kind deserved to know why were they created. Despite being granted the virtue of solidarity, her purpose was uncertain to her. Why she? Why not anyone else? In her search she had found Faerie Kingdom, where she befriended their king. But when she was about to leave, Elder Faerie joined her. Not wanting her to possibly face cruel truth alone. When she fell into the raw dough after witnessing the cruelty of their creators Elder Faerie tried to get her out. Sadly he was pushed into it along with her. Now, rebaked as one, they share the idea to keep the truth a secret forever. To sever the connection between the entirety of humankind and cookies. Cookies deserved to not be burdened with such pitiful legacy.

Berserk Cacao Cookie: How one responds in the most critical moments can say a lot about a person. Fear is one of the most basic emotions, and true warrior keeps going despite dreading the outcome of the battle. The stronger the enemy the more fear he strikes into his opponent. Dark Cacao was once known as the strongest warrior and king. The stories of him inspired both awe and striked fear. Though, as the climate got harsher and harsher, the cratures got more and more vile, until finally two dragons became a threat. And Dark Cacao would protect his people regardless of what they thought of him. After all no one would dare to attack the dragon slayer. In face of fear, one fights, freezes or flees. And he would always fight. For outsiders shall dread the king who won't back down. Who won't stop until the threat is gone.

Claretberry Cookie: The ever joyous queen, chershied each and every moment she spend with her friends and family. However as time went on she saw many of her friends and family grow old. Time and time again. Outliving them repeatedly. The joy soon started to fade away leaving only an empty space. So she slowly gave in to pleasure. Be it from drinking juice, throwing a thousandth party, or fighting for fun. It did bring her pleasure. It wasn't the same as real happiness, but it was good. It numbed the mind and filled it with forced dopamine. And her people? Well, Hollyberry Kingdom was always well known for being full of various sorts of entertainment. The decadency started to grow on others almost seemlessly.

Radiant Cheese Cookie: Ever as greedy, she cared for her kingdom the most. She brought good change to everyone but saved the best for her own. However not all change is good, and sooner or later even the strongest of empires need to fall. Be it because of a foe from the outside... or because of the fault within. She refused to let her kingdom fall, and so she started to plunder nearby cities for their goods and resources. After all she needed them more. Her people needed them more. With time, the need turned into want. For she'd rather take from others than see her kingdom change, see it rust. It is pure gold to her. And everyone knows pure gold cannot possibly rust or tarnish.

[phoward89]

Masterlist

Stepcest, Stepson!Coryo x Stepmother!Reader, Sub!Coriolanus, Switch!Reader, Crassus Snow x Younger!Reader

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is a warning in and of itself. Crassus Snow is a cold hearted asshole, but he's a hot asshole... Stepcest, older man/younger woman, arranged marriage, cheating, affairs, secrets, cussing, secret love child, Coryo is a bit selfish and too ambitious, Crassus decides to try and be a better husband/father

Part 4:

Dinner has just been served, so you're gathered around the dining room table with Grandma'am and Coriolanus. Crassus isn't home yet, but you're not worried about his absence. He'll be home any minute. He always walks in around the time dinner's served.

In fact, you're expecting to hear the door open and your husband's footsteps echo against the marble floor at any second. Like you've been hearing every single night around this time since you moved into the Snow penthouse; became a part of the Snow family.

You’re picking at your food with disinterest while listening to Coriolanus brag about the praise he received from Dr. Gaul during his internship earlier in the day.

“Dr. Gaul wants me to help her conduct an experiment on a new test subject.” Coriolanus smiled proudly, icy eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Oh, I hope it's nothing too ghastly. Some of those science experiments can be atrocious.” Grandma’am says while cutting her chicken with such grace. Truly, her manners were from a time once forgotten- a time of gentleman and cavaliers. “Why, I remember when I was a girl our science teacher made us dissect frogs. Can you believe that?”

And suddenly the sound of the phone ringing fills the air.

Ring, ring, ring…

“I'll get it.” You announce, removing your napkin from your lap before standing up.

Coriolanus just nods before telling Grandma'am, “Oh, Dr. Gaul won't be having me dissecting frogs. Her experiments are more complex than that.”

Yea, the mad scientist will probably be having him dissect the latest drugged and numbed body of a district test subject turned mutt.

Ring, ring, ring...

You quickly make your way into the sitting room, which was closer to the dining room and had a phone in it.

Ring, ring, ring…

“Hello, Snow residence. Mrs. Snow speaking.” You answer in the polite way you've been instructed to take phone calls for the family. Yes, the Snows are an old and highly regarded family so answering the phone has to be a polite and professional affair.

“Y/N, it's me. Crassus.” Your husband says over the phone. Of course, the phone in the sitting room isn't a video phone, but a simple standard phone, so you can't see his facial expressions.

The video phones are in the living room and in your husband's study. Why, who knows. You really don't care either. Not like you talk to a lot of people on the phone anyways.

Sadly, the few friends you had drifted away from you once you married Crassus shortly after graduating the Academy. Apparently, your ‘friends’ didn't want to associate with you anymore because your husband's a middle-aged man; a cold-hearted war hero. Yes, you suppose that your husband intimidated your ‘friends’ just by his presence and that's why they all drifted away.

Sometimes your brother calls you to check in, but, sadly, he's too busy with his life as an Officer in 12. And your mother rarely calls. You don't know why, but for some reason you being married and a mother doesn't quite sit well with her despite the fact that she signed off on your arranged marriage contract.

Your brow furrows at hearing your husband on the phone. Shouldn't he be on his way home right now?

And as if he could read your thoughts, Crassus tells you, “I’m calling because I'm going to be late for dinner.”

Why?

As if he heard your mental musing, he explains, “I let my secretary leave early. It's his anniversary and he's taking his wife out for dinner.”

Of course, your husband lets his secretary leave early to celebrate his anniversary while you've never celebrated an anniversary let alone a birthday with Crassus. Hell, the only reason you celebrate holidays with your husband's because they're federal and all of the government buildings are closed for them.

“So, I'm afraid I'm not quite sure what time-” Crassus began to say, only to cut himself off mid sentence when he heard you sniffling over the phone.

Crassus couldn't help, but feel as if he's the reason you're sniffling. He doesn't know why, but it sends a pang to his cold heart. He's sitting at his desk, clutching his phone; listening to your sniffles turn into soft sobs and he has no idea how to deal with it. Crassus isn't a man that's a natural comforter; in fact he's naturally stern and aloof.

“Petal?” Crassus asks, the new pet name slipping from his tongue before his mind could think better of it. Before he could utter your name.

Petal? Since when does your husband use pet names with you? Are you hallucinating? Is your baby blues making you hear things? Wiping your tears, due to your rollercoaster emotions brought on by the baby blues, you compose yourself and tell Crassus, “I'll have your plate placed in the oven for you. You can reheat it whenever you get home.”

You didn't even give Crassus a chance to respond, just told him, “I'll see you whenever you get home. Bye.”, before hanging up on him.

Instead of returning to the dining room, you opted to spend some time with your son in his nursery. Since Cassian's sleeping, you decide to just sit in the corner rocking chair while watching him.

Cassian was such a precious baby. Over the last few days he's started to settle easier; sleep a bit longer. He's a good baby; doesn't cry too much- just when he's hungry or his diaper’s soiled. Little Cassian Xandros is also a very happy baby. Even tho he's barely a week old, you swear he smiles at you every time his icy eyes (Snow eyes) lands on you- his mom.

You're not sure how long you've been in the nursery for, but you know it's been a while because Coriolanus enters the room with a frown maring his prominent and flawless face.

“You never came back to the dining room after answering the phone, mommy.” Coryo tells you, closing the door behind him and striding over to you.

“I wasn't hungry.” Is your excuse. Well, it wasn't an excuse per say. You truly did lose your appetite considering you were picking at your plate before Crassus even called. You're blaming that on the baby blues since you're feeling a bit melancholy.

“You can't skip meals, Y/N. You're a nursing mother; you need all the strength you can get to properly feed our son.” He chastises while towering over you.

Sighing, you remind your lover, “As far as legality’s concerned, Coryo, Cassian's my son with Crassus; he's his father while you're the older brother.”

Coriolanus' handsome face contorts as his baritone echoes out darkly, “Don't throw that minor inconvenience into my face. Despite what legal papers say I'm the baby's father and as his father I want what's best for him, which includes you eating properly in order to nurse him.”

The University student's berating sounds harsh to you. Perhaps it's because of your baby blues or perhaps it's because he's making you feel like he's attacking your abilities as a mother. But whatever the reason, his lecture has tears springing to your eyes. Tears that you just can't control.

Coriolanus' face skews up in bafflement. He can't understand why you're breaking down in tears over nothing. He's just having a conversation with you. And he's noticed that this isn’t the first time you've been weepy and dismal for no good reason.

Yes, over the last few days while coming and going from the penthouse, Coriolanus has noticed that you've been a sniffling, melancholic mess. But he can't figure out why. You have him and the baby he decided to give you, you should be happy- no, not just happy, but grateful for those things; not boo-hooing when you think you're all alone.

Frankly, the golden- haired devil with a halo of curls is tired of your tears. They have no merit. At least not in his mind.

Taking long, quick steps over to the baby's crib, your lover picks up the newborn, causing him to wake up with a loud wail of a cry, and storms over to you. Literally shoving the baby into your arms, Coryo callously orders, “Stop your mindless weeping.” As you soothe your baby, you're hiccuping while tears still continue to stain your cheeks. “You have me, who loves you, and the baby I gave you; there's no reason for you to be so out of sorts, mommy.” The platinum blonde tells you, trying to get you to see how unwarranted your cries are.

But before you can even explain that it's not your fault, that according to Grandma'am you have the baby blues, Coryo sees himself out of the room with the excuse that he was homework to do to ensure he's still the top of his graduating class.

When Crassus gets home, his mother's up and waiting for him. “Crassus, I'm appalled and ashamed that you never came home for dinner.” Grandma'am chastised her only living son as soon as he set foot in the main room of the penthouse, briefcase loosely clutched in his large hand.

“Mother-” The cold and stoic man begins, only for his mother to cut him off with a firm and motherly, “Don't mother me, Crassus Xanthos Snow. Not when you come home 2-hours later then you should; missing dinner and quality time with your family.”, while rising from her seat and marching over to her son with as much speed as her old arthritis filled bones will let her.

“I called Y/N and told her I'd be late. Didn't she relay my message?” Crassus asks- using the question as his defense against being late.

“She received the call while we were gathered in the dining room for dinner; she never returned after your call.”

Great…him coming home late made you so sad that you couldn't even rejoin the family for dinner. Were you crying so badly that you couldn't control it; that you felt the need to eat perhaps after everyone else was done as a way to hide your sadness from them? Oh, hell, did he screw up not coming home for dinner?

Fuck!

He's a horrible husband.

A horrible, shitty, cold-hearted husband that doesn't know how to treat his wife, who’s 2-decades younger than him. But, despite being a cold, indifferent husband towards you he doesn't want you crying at the drop of a hat and being sad.

His first wife seemed so happy to be Mrs. Snow; she even seemed to smile a bit brighter when she shoved him out the door for work- and that was back when he was stationed in District 12 as the Commander and only came home to his Corso penthouse in the Capitol on furloughs. How is it that his late wife, Demeter, was never saddened by his absence while you are? You both married him at similar ages, both knew what was expected of you- being a proper socialite housewife of the respected heir of an esteemed founding Capitolite family, so what was the difference between you and her? Why is it that you're a mess, crying your eyes out, because he's emotionally cold and unavailable while his first wife wasn't bothered by it; didn't seem to mind his cold-hearted and stern ways?

Were you more emotional because you took after your father, Javani, more than your mother, Helenium? Were you more of an introverted, kind-hearted, sunshine and roses type then he originally thought? He remembers that Javani Halvir, his late best friend and your father, was very introverted and only opened up around those he was truly comfortable with, that he truly didn't have a mean bone in his body- hence why he got along so easily with just about everyone he crossed paths with, and that he always looked on the sunny side of life.

Oh shit…

If you truly have a personality like your father's then your marriage to Crassus is probably slowly killing you since he's not doing anything to make you feel comfortable. Maybe he should've looked harder to find you a suitable match with somebody younger and less jaded? But, truthfully, Crassus jumped the gun and married you in fear of General Byzantine (the former Commander of 2 that was on the rebels' side of the war before siding with his friend Strabo Plinth and joining the Capitol against the rest of the rebellion and ending the siege around Capitol City) using Strabo Plinth’s money to seduce your mother's soul into allowing him to have your hand in marriage. He knew that Javani would roll over in his grave and haunt him from Elysian if Crassus let Byzantine get his grubby, lecherous hands on you.

Giving her son a motherly whack on the arm, the type all mothers use for scolding, Grandma'am gives Crassus a much needed lecture on his skills as a husband. “Crassus, I draw the line at you missing dinner tonight. You're not a very caring or attentive husband to Y/N and maybe before my new grandbaby came I could turn a blind eye to it, but I can't do it anymore. You need to be more understanding and considerate of your wife's feelings, Crassus. She's a new mother to Cassian; her entire life is now devoted to raising the child that you gifted her, she deserves a husband that at least pretends to care about her and his newborn then one that blatantly doesn't.”

“Mother-” Crassus tried to dig himself out of the hole that was his mother's scolding, but was cut off by her snapping, “Crassus, I'm ashamed at how you're treating your wife. Being a new mother's very taxing on her; she needs your support, even if it's just faux support.”

“My first wife wasn't like Y/N; she didn't need my attention and support so badly.” Crassus points out as a weak way of defending his shitty actions as a husband.

“Demeter, bless her heart and rest her soul, was nothing like Y/N.” Grandma'am told her son. Not waiting from him to make a reply, the elderly woman explained her remark with, “She was a youthful, vapid, vain girl that viewed joining our family by marrying you as a way to get out from under her parents thumb. According to Pluribus, she batted her eyes and powdered her nose at you while plopping herself down at your table while at his old nightclub. She wanted a marriage, but was too insipid to truly want anything past the successful husband and the perfect family that includes a male heir to coddle and spoil."

Grandma'am grew to care for her first daughter-in-law after living with her for so long, since Crassus didn't take her on base with him, but she never saw her as having what it took to be a true Snow. She always thought the young lady was lacking something since she always seemed a bit dull, despite being a gentle-soul.

“And Y/N’s like her father, Javani.” Crassus stated what he'd only just realized a few minutes earlier.

Grandma'am patted her son on the cheek, a small smile gracing her lips. “It took you long enough to see it, my boy.”

Now, in Grandma'am's opinion you have what it takes to be a Snow. You're a lovely girl, very well rounded. But she's afraid that if her son doesn't support you during your baby blues then you'll turn into a former shell of yourself.

Grandma'am, unlike you, had the support of her husband during her boughs of the baby blues. Hopefully she can get her son to be benevolent towards you.

After Crassus placed his briefcase in his study, he went to your shared bedroom only to discover that you weren't there. He knew that the only other place you could be was the nursery. He made a mental note to go to the nursery to see you once he was finished showering and dressing in a pair of fine silk pajamas.

So, that's why when you're in the middle of singing your son to sleep with a pre-Panem song that you remember your father tucking you into bed with before the war: Cat’s in the Cradle, Crassus walks into the room.

Your husband quickly realizes that you're smiling at the baby cradled in your arms as you softly sing to him. That you seem genuinely happy. Crassus can't help, but to wonder if the only time you're happy and not sad is when you're spending time with Cassian.

“And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon. Little boy blue and the man in the moon.”, You softly sing, only to be interrupted by your husband's deep voice saying, “I think he's asleep and it's time for you to join me in bed, petal.”

Nodding, you stand while holding the baby close to your chest. The sight reminds your husband of a fierce lioness with her cubs. “Did you get your dinner from the oven?” You ask while bringing your baby over to his crib.

“No.” Crassus shakes his head. “I thought-” He began, only to be cut off by you flatly telling him, “You should eat before going to bed, Crassus.” Placing Cassian into his crib, you add in the rhetorical question of, “It wouldn't be good for the breadwinner of the house to get sick from malnutrition, now would it?”

Crassus assumes that you ate once Grandma'am and Coriolanus were done eating in the dining room, so he doesn't ask you to join him in the kitchen for his meal of leftovers. No, instead he just nods and tells you that he'll join you in bed once he's done eating.

And when he does join you in your shared bed, well, you're already fast asleep. So, he quietly joins you in bed- making sure not to disturb you. Like his mother said, you're a new mother whose world revolves around your son; you need as much rest as you can get.

But as he lays his platinum curls on his pillow, he realizes that you look peaceful in your sleep. He can't honestly say that he's even seen you look so content before.

And for some reason, unknown to him, he wanted to see that look of tranquility on your face during waking hours as well.

Leo Davis stepped off the elevator and went over to his desk. He was 15 minutes late, but he did have a very passionate night celebrating his anniversary with his wife last night. A celebration that started at dinner and ended in the bedroom of their modest apartment that they're paying too much rent for. And as soon as he sat down at his desk, the door to his boss's office flew open.

Oh no, was he in trouble for being late? Crassus was always in the office way before the official start time of 9 o’clock, so did he know that Leo just arrived? The secretary was scared to death of being fired for being late as he watched his boss emerge from his office. The imposing man, who was well over 6 feet tall, walked over to his employee’s desk with his coffee mug in hand.

Coming to a stop at Leo's desk, Crassus took a sip of his coffee and asked, “So, Leo, how was your anniversary with your wife last night?”

Leo Davis nearly choked on his own spit. Since when does the General Crassus Snow want to know about his personal life? The man was always shutting down all attempts at conversation that even remotely seemed to steer towards personal things, such as family. If it wasn't about work, a coffee, or a good order then Crassus didn't talk about it.

“Well, did you have a nice time?” Crassus asked as Leo just looked at him wide-eyed, like a deer caught in headlights.

“Oh, yes, yes, we had a nice time.” Leo nods, nearly tripping over his tongue as he answers his boss. Holy hell, he still doesn't believe what's happening. That his boss is asking him about the details of his anniversary.

Deciding to not look a gift horse in the mouth, the secretary smiles and tells his boss the details of his night. Well, the details that are safe for work that is.

“You should bring your wife to Palace Arms for your anniversary. You'll have to make a reservation and it's located in the Denver Palace Hotel, but it's worth it for a special occasion.” Leo advised his boss, just to be friendly. Perhaps being friendly will get him a lesser workload. Eh, wishful thinking never hurt anyone.

Nodding, Crassus simply says, “I'll keep that in mind.” He knows that since he didn't do anything with you to celebrate your last anniversary that the he'll have to make up for his lack of interest with the upcoming one. So, he truly means it when he says he'll keep the prospect of taking you to the Palace Arms for your next anniversary in mind.

Before seeing you crying in the corner of your shared bedroom, Crassus would never ask for marital advice- and from a lowly employee as well, but now all he wants is to make you happy. He wants you to stop crying so much; wants you to stop being sad. He also wants to know what to do to change things, so that's why Crassus straight up asks his secretary, “Leo, how do you make your wife happy?”

“What?” Leo asks, wide-eyed and taken aback. Did his boss really just ask him that?

“My wife's been sad lately and since you seem to be on good terms with your wife, I was wondering, how do you make your wife happy?” Crassus asks, explaining his previous question in length, before taking another sip of his coffee.

“Um, I suppose I make my wife happy just by doing the little things for her.” Leo answers while wishing he didn't accidentally leave his travel mug of coffee at home on the kitchen counter. He could really use some right now.

“What are the little things you do for her?” Crassus asks, clearly oblivious to what ‘the little things' means. The man was cold, stern, and indifferent by nature. He wasn't one to make gestures out of care of love. So, yes, he really has no idea what his secretary's talking about.

And that was the moment that Leo Davis knew he was doomed to be General Crassus Snow’s personal marriage counselor/advisor. Oh, how the stars seemed to play a cosmic joke on him, huh?

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[mj-iza-writer]

In honor of @weirdthingweee who is excitedly waiting for snow to fall where they live. Thing, I'm hoping you get the snow you want so you can do all the fun things you've been talking about. Hope you and everyone enjoy this story.

Whumpee leaned against the back of the couch and stared out of the window.

"Caretaker?", Whumpee turned sadly.

"Yes Whumpee", Caretaker looked up from their work.

"Do you think it will snow soon?", Whumpee frowned.

"I don't know Whumpee. Maybe you're making it nervous. You've been watching out that window all evening", Caretaker smiled.

"I can't help it... I really want it to snow", Whumpee fell sideways onto the couch cushions.

"Careful", Caretaker warned, "that's a good way to fall off of the couch and get hurt. Then what will you do? You can't play in the snow if you're hurt."

Whumpee peaked out the window again, "please snow", they whispered a prayer.

"Well, my dear, I do believe it is time for all Whumpees to go to bed", Caretaker set their work aside, "maybe you will get some snow in the morning. Then I will have to shovel.... yeppy."

"You don't like the snow?", Whumpee pouted.

"Not as much as you do, but I will be happy for you to get some snow, and I will happily clean it up if it means you are happy", Caretaker stood, "come on, it's time for bed."

"Whumpee.... goodmorning", Caretaker gently shook Whumpee.

"Mmm", Whumpee whispered, "good morning."

"Whumpee, I need you to listen very carefully to me... okay", Caretaker moved some of Whumpee's hair out of their face.

"Mmm... hmm", Whumpee blinked slowly, then yawned.

"Whumpee, I need you to get up and get ready for today. Remember to wear something warm. Please do not look outside yet. I will tell you when you can look", Caretaker smiled, "do you understand?"

"Yes Caretaker... I understand", Whumpee looked around tiredly.

"I have breakfast almost ready. So you can come right down", Caretaker stood.

Caretaker had just started plating breakfast when they heard Whumpee walk into the wall.

"Ow", Whumpee giggled from the floor.

"Didn't see the wall there?", Caretaker peaked out at them, "what are you doing?"

"Keeping my eyes closed. You normally have the curtains open, and said not to look", Whumpee kept their eyes covered.

"You're alright, I have everything shut still. Thankyou so much for listening though", Caretaker helped them up.

"Did it snow?", Whumpee giggled.

"Breakfast is ready. Come along", Caretaker led them into the kitchen.

Whumpee sighed.

"Maybe it will snow while you eat breakfast and take your medicine", Caretaker talked over their shoulder.

Whumpee huffed.

Caretaker waited until Whumpee's last bite.

"Alright I got your medicine in you, and you have eaten. You may now look outside", Caretaker stood and started clearing the table.

Whumpee jumped up and ran for the couch. They tucked their head in between the two curtains and peered outside.

"Caretaker....it snowed", Whumpee yelled.

"I know... why do you think you had to wait?", Caretaker called as they filled up their coffee mug, "you wouldn't have eaten and taken your medicine for me otherwise."

"Can we go outside?", Whumpee yelled excitedly.

"You need to get your coat on", Caretaker quietly talked from behind, "hat, scarf, and gloves are also required."

Caretaker tied Whumpee's snowboots while Whumpee put their gloves on.

"Alright just about ready to play", Caretaker popped a hat onto Whumpee and tucked their ears in, "there, no getting cold on my watch", Caretaker smiled.

Whumpee bounced in front of the door while Caretaker got into their coat and gloves.

"Alright Whumpee", Caretaker opened the door and watched Whumpee run into the winter wonderland.

Whumpee instantly climbed onto the ground and slid through the snow.

Caretaker laughed at Whumpee's excitement.

They then sighed at the state of their driveway and car though.

"Well, I guess it won't clean itself", Caretaker carefully walked to their shed to get what they needed.

Whumpee continued to roll around until the entire backyard was covered in their tracks. They then followed Caretaker to the front yard to play.

"Are you feeling cold?", Caretaker looked up at them after shoveling a bit more.

"I'm okay", Whumpee sniffled some.

"Here, come get a tissue. Don't suck that up into your nose", Caretaker pulled a pack from their pocket.

"Will you help me make a snowman", Whumpee grinned after they blew their nose.

"Yes, I'm about done with this. How about you get started. I'll join in a few minutes", Caretaker grinned.

Whumpee nodded and quickly ran for the fresh snow.

Whumpee had finished rolling a part of the snowman by the time Caretaker came up from putting the shovel away.

"Good job", Caretaker knelt down and started to pack snow for the midsection, "I haven't made a snowman in a long time."

"I haven't either", Whumpee started to roll the ball for Caretaker.

"I'll start the head now", Caretaker started to whistle.

Caretaker handed Whumpee a few sticks, some rocks, and a carrot to decorate the snowman.

"Go ahead and decorate them", Caretaker sat down and watched, "we will have to go in after this though. We've been out here for a while."

"I don't want to though", Whumpee frowned as they stuck carrot into the snowman's face for the nose, "I'm having to much fun."

"I know you are Whumpee, but you are shaking. It's time to get some warm dry clothes on. How does some hot chocolate sound?", Caretaker smiled, "here let's take a picture for memories."

Whumpee sadly followed Caretaker inside.

"Cheer up, we can play outside again. We need to listen to our bodies though, and our bodies are saying it's to cold", Caretaker pulled their coat off before helping Whumpee.

"There. Now please go get into some comfy clothes. I'll do the same, then we can drink hot chocolate... and how does a movie sound?"

"It sounds good", Whumpee made a small smile.

"I know you had a lot of fun out their. We can do it again", Caretaker promised, "let's get warmed up."

Caretaker walked by the window on their way to the kitchen.

Whumpee leaned on the couch and watched outside.

"Checking on the snowman?", Caretaker smiled.

"No, I'm seeing if it snows again. I want more", Whumpee smirked mischievously.

"Of course you are", Caretaker chuckled, "I wouldn't have thought anything else. Come on, let's get that hot chocolate going."

Whumpee giggled as they got up and followed Caretaker into the kitchen.

"Maybe if it snows again we can make another snowman", Whumpee enthusiastically shuffled on the kitchen floor.

"Yes, that would be fun", Caretaker winked, "two snowmen on my property would look great."

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[changbinsboobs]

Cum back

The long awaited Maknae Line Cuddle Reading is finally here🙌🏻

I hope y'all enjoy!

Han

Don't see him as a big cuddler tbh. I think he does every once in a while when its convenient, but i see him preferring to have his own space more. Like still laying in one bed with his partner, looking something together, but everyone has their personal space. Maybe when initially laying downs theres 2 minutes of cuddling and then everyone gies back to their own place🥲 im also seeing him preferring cuddles when its dark, so either early in the morning when waking up or late at night when doing movie night or falling asleep.

Felix

Cuddling with him is a part of daily routine, i think it'll be happening all day long, at every convenient chance. Cuddles will also be really warm and feel...ugh uk that feeling when you've been out and about the whole day, and ur exhausted and finally lay in bed and ur spine decompresses and u literally can feel the tension and stress exiting ur body? Thats the feeling u'll get when cuddling with felix. Of relaxation, but not quite. Just purging u off negative energy and tension. Cuddling will also be filled with talks and fun and jokes etc im hearing and also - im seeing he won't be shying away from pda. Im seeing lots of cuddling and embracing in public. Im seeing also firm grip(?) and compression. I think he likes receiving deep pressure and probably also gives that in his cuddle sessions too. Im also seeing feet massage.

Seungmin

Seungmin sadly is also one of the non-cuddlers. Im hearing "its a waste of time" and he would prefer to indulge in a hobby by himself, get some work done, run errands tasks etc, or spend quality time with his partner (but like doing something together, actively). But just laying on the couch, together, doesn't seem very appealing to him. He doesn't like it as far as i can pick up on the energy. Despite all that im seeing him cuddling A LOT nonetheless, probably because his partner loves it, and he loves his partner and wants to make them happy, so persay he doesn't like cuddling itself but he likes making his partner happy. Not seeing many clues on how he actually cuddles, but the card shows strong focus on the partner and mirroring to some degree so i assume he just cuddles the way his partner likes. So there's no one set way - it depends on who he's with. Also another important point is that this is not the case for all his partners. The person he's with has to be very special, and he has to love them very much. So yeah - they get that special treatment cuddles.

I.N

He got almost all the same cards as felix😂 i'd say he really loves cuddling, he does it often and likes to keep a constant "schedule". Like he would definitely notice and miss it if today he only cuddled his partner once, for example. Or if in the morning they forgot or didn't have time to cuddle. He'll definitely notice the difference and miss it throughout the day. I think he needs that constant energy to keep him strong and balanced (like mentally/emotionally) and it just gives him a sense of comfort and makes him feel loved in the relationship. I think physical contacts very important to him. I also see him get easily aroused when cuddling and often wanting to slap some cheeks after the cuddle sesh. Im seeing high libido overall, may be a reason for why physical contacts so important to him and why he needs that to feel lm throughout the day. Now i don't mean him needing that every 30 min. But he needs a consistent routine as i said, for example in the morning, then when he gets home, then after dinner, then while watching a movie, during cooking, before falling asleep etc. like just once for a few minutes isn't enough. Not getting much insight on the cuddling itself tho...so i think he doesn't have much preferences as long as its cuddling and just physical contact and just like...their bodies being pressed close to one another. I think he likes cuddling in a layed down position, like he's on his back and his partners on top yk? But not just the head the whole body. Or he has his head on their belly or butt. Just something of that sort, more horizontal cuddling.

[newlondohollow]

I FUCKING HATE RINGS OF POWER

On fuckass adaptations (i like the castlevania anime) (heavy ranting below)

This is ASTRONOMICALLY random as it’s barely about Castlevania and more about something i normally don’t post about but I’ve been keeping this topic inside me for far far too long. 

I fucking despise, as much as i am humanly capable to bear pure hatred, Rings of Power. I always see people complaining about the “Netflixvania” adaptations being terrible, and I do agree that they’re not accurate to the games, but heavens gracious those people have NOT seen what an actual bad adaptation is like. Sure, Castlevania got an inaccurate adaptation, but at least the adaptation, considered as its own piece of media, is decent. good even. Not the greatest thing ever written or that I've ever seen but it was, objectively, well written and animated.

Unlike that jackass shit filled abhorrent abominacion by goddamn Amazon DestroyingArtPrime that is Rings of Power. I don’t mean to hate on people who enjoy it, not at all, but to those who do, I am begging you please raise your standards, honey you deserve better than that. So. So. SO MUCH FUCKING BETTER MAN.

Every single thing about that series pisses me off in ways I wasn't even aware I could be pissed off until my parents forced me to watch it with them because “well it’s lord of the rings!!”. I did enjoy spending time with them (though i was literally, physically coerced to do so) but i so fucking wish we had spent it watching something better cuz the whole experience was beyond frustrating. The fact that it no joke is the most expensive series ever made? Are we being for real?? One. Goddamn. Million. of dollars went into creating that fucking insult to not only Tolkien’s poor dead ass, but to cinema and the art of moviemaking itself. Every single scene is so obviously, clearly edited and oversaturated with after effects and I could count on one hand the scenes that were recorded without a greenscreen. The costumes seriously look like Halloween and Carnival props a single mom on a budget would buy to her kids and I’m not even exaggerating I so very mean it it’s true just LOOK AT THEM VRO SOME OF THEM HAVE PRINTS ON THEM PRINTSSSSSS THEYRE SO OBVIOUS AND THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE HEAVILY INSPIRED BY MEDIEVAL CLOTHING DAWG I CAN'T DO THIIIIIIIIIIS. Do you think it ends there? NO IT FUCKING DOESNT IT GETS SO MUCH WORSE. If the visual aspects of it were the only thing bad about it i wouldn't be here dumping a textwall but good god merciful above the writing is genuinely enraging. Like its not just personal pet peeves or small stuff level of frustrating, no it’s ENRAGING. Every character is both incredibly arrogant and rude and fucking stupid, yes even the good guys, EXPECIALLY the good guys, actually. The plot is as compelling as one of Jeff Bezos’ shit stained ass hairs and the dialogue is so dogshit and senseless i dont even know how delusional and self centered you have to be to sit down, write that, hear it being acted out and think “ah yes this is a great script”, that goes for the making of the whole series as well.

I won't sit here and explain why exactly it all sucks as i said cuz there’s plenty of youtube videos that do so (sadly some of them are fucking filled with bigotry i want to shoot myself) and i will instead move on to what pisses me of the most.

Some lunatics are actually, seriously saying that RoP has the same vibes as Peter Jackson’s movies.

Yes the same movies that are considered a cinematic masterpiece and classic, the same movies that won awards over awards over awards, the same movies that inspired every single fantasy movie that came after them. I’m well aware they aren’t accurate to the books either, but again, like Castlevania’s first anime, they are GOOD. They are great in fact, and no one can say otherwise without being objectively wrong. That trilogy’s vibes will never ever be reached or equated again, for the very simple reason that art and passion are fucking withering away in today’s world. The costumes for that set of movies were hand manufactured and weathered by the actors themselves CLIMBING UP MOUNTAINS. The weapons used were REAL. REAL, METAL FORGED WEAPONS. VIGGO MORTENSEN ALMOST GOT AN ACTUAL DAGGER THROUGH HIS FACE BECAUSE THE ORC’S ACTOR MISSED. AND YES HE DID BREAK HIS TOE BECAUSE THE HELM HE KICKED WAS REAL, EVERYTHING THAT COULD BE REAL IN THOSE MOVIES WAS. BOOKS, MAPS, EVERYTHING. ALMOST EVERY SCENE OF LANDSCAPES WAS SHOT IN NEW ZEALAND, A REAL PLACE. 

Tolkien hated the idea of someone adapting his works, yet i am certain that if he would have seen the Peter Jackson movies, knowing that they were made out of sincere passion and love for his works and as a tribute to it and him, he would have appreciated them. He certainly is rolling in his grave because of RoP though. It’s not just bad, it's soulless. Completely hollow. Filled to the brim with sfx and fake props, even the musical score composed by the same composer who made the Lotr trilogy’s score just sounds plain, not because it’s bad but because it so clearly belongs to something better than that. RoP wasn’t made out of passion for Lotr it was made for mere profit. One of the directors fucking made fun of a Silmarillion fan who simply asked a question about the goddamn Fëanorian crest, in public, for everyone to see. Those people aren’t Tolkien fans, they're soulless evil corporate pigs, they’re everything Tolkien, and I personally, despised and despise. 

It genuinely makes me so sad that, as badly recieved as it was, many series and movies AND HELL EVEN BOOKS AND GAMES are eerily like RoP these days, the death of art we’re witnessing is soul crushing and concerning.

[toskarin]

THE WAY OF ALL FLESH 《万人の途》

You need not hurry, We've got all the time in the world.

My memory has failed sadly of late.

He is violently pessimistic.

It is wildly unlikely.

There is all the difference in the world between the two.

make an unholy fuss about very little.

Dear me! What a sorry mess everything is in!

The painting is a rank imitation.

a gross mistake.

a crushing bore.

with no earthly reason.

be crass ignorance.

every trick in the book.

They have all the advantages in the world.

go native. go bust.

The proposal came one vote short of unanimous approval.

I can't reach the buttons on the back. Will you do them for me?

So many movies have had this plot that it has been done to death.

Things don't go so well in real life.

It will go hard with him if he is found out.

It makes no difference no matter which way the election goes.

some people still can go without paying taxes.

look full in the face.

The sun shone in our faces.

One and one makes one.

These make a pair.

make the passing mark.

The seal is missing on the document.

The lace on one of my shoes had god undone.

I wouldn't want to be quoted on this.

I'm not much on putting those things into words.

be short on imagination.

It seems he got mixed up on his instructions.

Who is going to take you up on your offer!

He erred grossly on that problem.

a toy balloon on a string.

a dog on a chain.

be a black mark.

He is the sort of man whose personal charm grows on you on acquaintance.

Wherever did you put?

It was a good joke, but fell flat on him.

The mood grew on me.

My mind was not on it.

be borne in on one.

Shame on you!

an experiment on animals.

It is too late to perform an operation on him.

You ought to be harder on him.

Acids act upon metals.

It is unfair on you.

His voice grates upon my ear.

The drinks are on me.

Do you know you are taking a great deal on yourself?

Don't tell on me.

She seems to have something on him.

play a neat trick on a person.

get die on a person.

They have nothing on us.

Age has begun to tell on me.

No use trying to pull such a trick on me.

be on trial.

He is unable to hold anything on his stomach.

The scene was on.

I lay awake thinking over it all last night.

I had to rack my brains over that problem.

She hesitated over her answer.

ride roughshod over the objection.

Don't pull that line on me.

pull a sanctimonious face.

He never pulls his rank.

We are running short of gas.

Time is running short on me.

One's devil's luck runs out.

Finally she ran out of patience.

The watch has run down.

let one's imagination run riot.

run short of topics for conversation.

That is not the way the world is run.

run a machine at a high voltage.

run a person on a lie detector.

leave a motor running.

He stands small chance against you.

Kids run a high temperature over nothing in particular and snap out of it.

investigate a matter to the ground.

criticize severely.

You are worn to a shadow.

boring to distraction.

It has been done to death.

The bag was filled to bursting with sugar.

What are you seeing?

They were killed to a man.

It is done to a turn.

There is another side to the coin.

There's not enough depth to the story.

There is more to it than that.

There was no jerk to his motions.

That is about all there is to it.

The words had an ironical ring.

Have you any clue to work on?

The brakes refused to work.

The machine was still in fine working order.

The plan worked remarkably well.

It is very well in theory, but will it work?

His reason ceased to work.

Flattery will not work with him

It might work and again it might not work

I'm afraid it won't work so well.

Our plan worked successful.

The trick won't work with him.

The handle doesn't work.

The warning seemed to work most effectively.

Her face worked fiercely.

The screw had worked loose.

work a spear through one's hands.

They will work you to death.

He worked on a smile that didn't quite come off.

There is no knowing how that will work itself out.

This problem will not work out.

The safe opened to the key.

a ticket to a movie.

exit to applause.

The medicine worked into the wounded skin.

Oh! I'm inside out!

You are unzipped.

No stopover on this ticket.

try to enter a country on an expired passport.

I'll come again when you are free.

The question is who will bell the cat.

The fact that he was sick was not very impressive to her.

You asked for it.

untie a tight knot.

The girl couldn't word her feelings well.

Does he really mean it? I wonder.

Let him do his worst.

a would-be kindness.

Did she agree with you?

Turn your face toward me.

I don't think I can do it,but I'll try.

What is true of them is equally true of you.

They trumped up a charge to put him in jail.

Think it over carefully before you decide.

What are you talking about?

He bothered me with stupid questions.

Can it really be mine?

Don't calculate on me helping you.

No one called my attention to it.

Watch when you talk about religion.

You have the advantage of me.

They shouted to the utmost of their strength.

She never gave utterance to her personal feelings.

There were very few passengers in the train.

How much use did you get out of the machine?

It's not us that tried to upset their plans.

There was a chasm yawning in front of us.

Let me see,where was I?

Where did the plan go wrong?

work out one's idea of one's role.

To live is to suffer.

This is playing with words.

know what you mean.

What do you see?

You ought to have been more careful.

You need not have come.

Who do you think you are?

I have no idea what the word means.

ARRIVE ON THE EDGE

YOU RECAPTURED KARNEL OF THE LOST ARTICLE

AND THE ORDER IS TOTALLY OVER.

[mydearneteyam]

ON SKIN AND SAND, IN YOUR HEART AND MINE ;; NETEYAM

summary ;; love is not based on our physique, but on how our heart handles itself and how long it lasts. In different places, neteyam and his special one think about each other.

pairing ;; neteyam x gn!na'vi!reader.

warnings ;; none ;; angst maybe??

word count ;; 1.0k

word of the day ;; yawntu [ˈjawn.tu] n. loved one

Neteyam clearly remembered your hurt look, your broken heart and your trembling lips when you both gave each other a last goodbye hug. It seemed like it was the day before, but in reality, it had been a couple of months ago.

A couple of months that, for him, had been peaceful in a way. There was no war. There were no weapons or shouts. He was wondering if you could enjoy that too. He was wondering if you still remembered the talks both of you had just a while ago.

“If you keep stumbling, we won't get to your clan in time,” you laughed, running in front of him, on the way to one of the waterfalls. Neteyam, with bow and arrows in hand, smiled with amusement as well, looking at you lovingly, happy to see you laugh.

“It’s not my fault that someone runs slower than me,” he defended himself playfully, holding your tail limply. You turned around as you hissed at him, playful.

“You can go ahead if you want,” you offered and, even knowing it was a trap, he decided to feign insanity and walk in front of you, feeling how you pull his tail just as gently he did with yours. Soon the path to the waterfall was filled with laughter and silly frolics from both of you.

While Neteyam was sitting in the sand, he felt the water on his feet, taking away one of the most precious memories for him. Still, the feeling only made him smile.

He imagined you with his family, in that new place that gradually he felt compelled to call home. He was not trying to worry his father, so he kept quiet about his insecurity, his desire to return. Besides, his brother seemed to enjoy it, wasn't it enough that his family was okay?

And yet, when he heard a distant laugh or saw a similar smile in the water, he couldn't help but feel like it was you. He was searching with his gaze for something, just something tiny that reminded him of you, your presence, your essence.

Would you be in the water right now in front of him, laughing and inviting him in too? Would you get used to the practices? Maybe someone on the island would set his sights on you and he should jump to your defense? He stood up in annoyance, clenching his jaw as a voice called out to him.

“Neteyam…” and he turned around. …

The forest was silent, almost gloomy. Even though you had to continue with all your tasks, you felt like nothing was the same. Was time really passing so slowly? You had never noticed that the days seemed to drag on forever, not when Neteyam was smiling at you from a tree or taking one of the prey that he tended to hunt to impress your family.

"Again?" you asked, positioning your hands at your sides in a vase shape. Neteyam shrugged his shoulders, as if it were an everyday occurrence to carry the animal on his shoulders to your home.

“Did I hear a thank you?” He ran one of his hands over your face, smiling at you.

You loved seeing that smile on his face. It was so sincere that you felt like it was a gift from Eywa, reserved for you and no one else, always seeing it. Or at least you used to.

“Did you get hurt?” one of your fellow hunters asked, watching as your hand gripped the knife tightly. You turned to look at him and shook your head, noticing that the Talioang had already moved too far away.

“Shit” you cursed, turning around and starting to address the clan again, feeling your emotions want to explode into tears. Had you always been so clumsy when hunting?

“Syulang,” a voice murmured next to you and you turned around, feeling your eyes dilate.

…

“Oh, Tsireya,” the eldest Sully son spoke, looking at the shorter one. She smiled sadly and tilted her head.

"Something happen? I have seen you very sad these days,” she said, with visible concern.

"I'm fine, it's just that, well, you know, there have been a bit difficult days trying to learn to breathe or sign language” Neteyam smiled and although the metkayina knew that he was fake, she only managed to nod.

“I'm sure everything will get better, don't worry.”

“Did you need something?” He spoke again, off topic and Tsireya's face lit up, smiling happily.

“I'm going with Lo'ak and Kiri to look for a couple of things underwater, maybe you want to come?” Neteyam turned to look at the vast sea and lowered his gaze.

“Yes, I'll go right away,” He smiled, placing his hand on the shoulder of his friend, who quickly said goodbye, exclaiming that she would go and tell both of her friends.

As Neteyam began to walk he noticed that a small flower was floating from the water and smiled, squatting down to check it and smiled melancholy, running his fingers through the sand to pick it up.

“Syulang…”

…

“…You have a flower here,” one of the boys next to you laughed, pulling it out of your hair. Because of your sad face, the boy get a little closer, worried. "You feel good?"

You pursed your lips, shaking your head and laughed, shaking your head.

“Not much, but I'll deal with it sooner or later,” you ran a hand over your face, tiredly. Everything felt so exhausting, so rushed, as if tomorrow you could die from a human attack.

“It will get better, we will be fine” he tried to smile at you, walking in front of you noticing how the others were also starting to return home. Being the last one, you couldn't help but notice how a couple among your classmates had their hands intertwined.

What will it feel like to arrive at the clan and then bury yourself in the arms of your partner?

And as you walked, you sighed with a pained smile.

“Neteyam…”

a/n ;; i tried to use the na'vi language a little ummm,,,, i also use one of my favorite hc about the name of neteyam ?? maybe if you see the last part you will notice. that's all !!

[tenshiharmonia]

Okay so, I had this pretty vivid dream about Helluva Boss, so I thought I might as well share it with you while it's still fresh in my mind.

It starts off in the dining room of Stolas' ex-palace, as Stella and Andrealphus join Via at the table. The Marquis starts chatting with his niece, but something doesn't feel right. A ferocious and unusual cold slowly fills the room, and frost begins to cover the windows as Andrealphus mentions Via's approaching birthday. Stella is uncharacteristically silent. Finally, as the owlet starts to freak out, wondering what is happening, her uncle flippantly announces that he intends to have her die. Via is left dumbfounded. She knew that her mom and uncle weren't the most upstanding people in Hell, but surely they wouldn't be sinking that low. Of course, the pompous peacock is quick to reassure her that it's nothing personal ; he just cannot allow her to inherit everything he worked so hard to usurp.

Octavia finally understands what this is all about, but it's too late : her uncle's wintery magic is already at work, encasing her in a sarcophagus of ice, to prevent her from fleeing or even defending herself. All she can do is plead. If this is her dad's title they are after, they can have it. She doesn't want it anyway. Sadly, as Andrealphus reminds her, this won't suffice. Her existence was willed by King Paimon and the Goetia. If the Marquis wants his ploy to succeed, the heir needs to be eliminated. Angrily, Via retorts that the family won't let it slide, but Andrealphus came prepared. They already have the perfect cover-up, he says, snapping his fingers to summon a snarling Striker, trapped in a block of ice. Reveling in the theatricality of the situation, the peacock then retrieves a familiar dagger from his coat. A glowing blade made of angelic steel, perfect to murder demon royalty.

In the most melodramatic way possible, he goes on to explain how, after failing to assassinate her dad, the revengeful imp sneaked into the palace and took advantage of a moment of inattention to kill the poor princess. Ah, if only her incompetent father had taught her how to defend herself against commoners… Still, they have their scapegoat, so it's now time to sacrifice the lamb. As ice encases her and the blade draws near, Via can only beg for her mother's help. Conflicted, but ultimately unwilling to intervene, Stella looks away, closing her eyes tightly. But as Andrealphus is about to strike, something happens. A swirl of magic emanates from Octavia and, in a split second, forms a barrier around her. But it's not sporting the princess' magic's signature purple hue. No, said magic is tinted a dark, familiar blue. Andrealphus doesn't have time to react. The blessed dagger hits the shield, unleashing a powerful shock wave. The air itself seems to vibrate, as if he rang a crystalline bell.

Carried by an irrepressible force, the sound echoes through the city, catching the perplexed attention of a few passers-by, until it reaches a certain building. Inside, the I.M.Ps are emerging from a bejewelled portal. Blitz congratulates his team on a job well done before turning towards Stolas - who just hung up the phone - to get a debriefing. Their conversation, however, is suddenly interrupted by the reverberating sound. Blitz is quick to express his bewilderment while the prince-turned-secretary freezes, recognizing a noise he hoped he was never going to hear, a noise that was searching for the owl's ears and no others.

Back to the palace. The dust is settling, revealing the aftermath of the blast. The dining hall is scattered with furniture debris and pieces of exploded ice. Octavia, now freed from her glacial shroud, is standing in the middle of this mess, looking in puzzlement at the starry magic swirling around her. Amid the wreckage, Striker, freed by the blast, is painfully regaining consciousness, while Andrealphus and Stella - who were likewise ejected by the violent shock wave - are struggling to get back on their feet. "Urgh…" the Marquis mumbles. "The bastard… !" His sister, meanwhile, can only enquire in angry confusion what the f*ck just happened. "I should have seen it coming…" the peacock continues, clenching his indignant fist around the handle of the holy dagger. "It's a…"

"A ward, Blitz." Back to the I.M.Ps' office, Stolas is frantically explaining the situation to the assassin. "A defensive spell, meant to repel any threat. I placed it on Via right after she was born…" "And nothing has triggered it until now ?" an incredulous Blitz asks. "It's meant to ward off one thing and one thing only : death. Such is the price of such a powerful spell." the prince clarifies. "Oh Blitz, Via is in grave danger ! We have to hurry ! This was the strongest spell I had, but even then, the protection it offers will not last eternally…" "I'm on it, big bird !" the imp exclaims, in a trademark mix of lighthearted enthusiasm and adamant seriousness, as he draws a comically large rocket launcher.

Meanwhile, in the frozen corridors of Stolas' ex-palace, a curious chase has begun. A furious Andrealphus, crawling through the halls like a monstrous, icy spider, is pursuing a frightened Via as an agitated Striker is dragging the poor girl by the hand. "We have to find an exit !" the owlet exclaims. "Thanks, I didn't notice !" comes the assassin's sarcastic answer, as he hastily tries to break a frozen door open, without success. "Listen up, princess, the only reason I'm sticking with you is because your fancy little trick is the only thing protecting us from your crazy uncle's powers…" As he says this, a swirl of glittery magic forms another barrier to block one of Andrealphus' ice blades. "You can run, Via, but daddy's spell won't protect you forever." the peacock vociferously declares, recoiling from the impact as his ice shatters against the sparkling shield. "Sooner or later, it. Will. Die. Out !" Evading the Marquis' assault, the improbable duo rushes into another hallway. "Now if that crowned head of yours could make itself useful and tell me where we can find a way out, that'd be appreciated…" the cowboy says, in a blend of irritated scorn and genuine nervousness…

And this is pretty much where the dream ended. I don't think it's even remotely close to what the future seasons have in store for us, but on a purely cinematographic level, I thought it was pretty neat. Now, what my waking mind made of it is probably much more detailed than what it really was, and I may have embellished a few parts, but still, it certainly made for a fun exercise. Anyway, I hope you found it somewhat entertaining. :3

[strangesthirdeye]

THE SERPENT AND THE RAVEN SERIES

PROLOGUE

chapter 1

The night mist moved slowly as the night sky was filled with stars. The moon lit up the quiet night on Privet Drive. The atmosphere is quiet, there is no sound of people or vehicles there because the neighborhood there is already asleep. Apart from the moon in the sky that illuminated the street, the street lamp that was towed on the shoulder of the road also illuminated the street but only for

a moment because it was extinguished by an old wise man with a long silver beard and dressed in a long robe. In his hand was a device that caused the lights on the shoulder of the road to go out.

Where did he come from? Don't know, he just appeared from the darkness. He is tall and thin, with a silver beard long enough to

tuck into his belt. He wears a purple cloak and is roughly one hundred and fifty years old. He is Albus Dumbledore. Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He turned the device on his hand towards the last light which also went out. He turned, spies a cat, sitting on the wall of Number Four. He smiles knowingly.

"I should have known you'd be here, Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore muttered in his gruff voice.

The cat looked at the headmaster before leaping forward. The cat transfigured itself into a rather severe looking woman. She's old too but not old enough just like Dumbledore. She wears an Emerald cloak around her thin body and wears a crooked hat.

"Are the rumors true, Albus?" McGonagall asked, approaching Dumbledore.

Dumbledore just smiled faintly at that. "I'm afraid so. The good. And the bad."

"And the twins?" McGonagall looked expectantly at Dumbledore.

"Hagrid's bringing them" Dumbledore replied.

"You think it's wise...to trust Hagrid

with something as important as this?" McGonagall said, standing next to him.

"I would trust Hagrid with my life,

Professor." Dumbledore insisted.

A low rumble disturbed the skies. Dumbledore and McGonagall looked up and suddenly a huge motorcycle plummets through

the clouds, hits the ground with a thunderous roar. As the smoke clears, a figure climbs off. He is Hagrid and is, quite obviously, a giant. In his vast, muscular arms, he

holds a bundle of blankets.

“Ev'ning, Professor Dumbledore, .sir.

Professor McGonagall." greeted Hagrid as he walked closer to the two.

"No problems, I take it, Hagrid?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep as we were flyin' o'er Bristol.. though, this 'un is wide 'wake the whole time" Hagrid said, gesturing towards the little bundle in his arms that held a baby girl who is wide awake. He then walked over to the motorcycle and picked up another bundle of blankets that held a baby boy who was still sleeping soundly.

McGonagall moved to take the baby girl from Hagrid's hand while Dumbledore took the baby boy.

McGonagall gasped soundlessly as soon as she got a better look at the baby girl in her arms. "Albus, her eyes"

Dumbledore moved to McGonagall before he shook his head. " After effect of Killing Curse. Her eyes is not blind but will remain like that. And so was the scar on this boy's forehead"

Her eyes. What Dumbledore meant was that her right eye was white like a blind person while her other eye was E/c. Just like Dumbledore said, she's not blind but her eye will remain like that forever.

The three of them walked to a house. They stood in front of the doorstep. The girl cooes lowly in McGonagall's arms. McGonagall smiles sadly at her.

"Albus, do you really think it's best to leave him here; with these people? I've been

watching them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They're-"

"-The only family they have" Dumbledore cut her off.

"But this twins will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know their name.. " McGonagall said.

"Exactly. It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before they can walk and talk. Famous for something they won't even remember. No. they'll be much better off growing up away from all that. Until they are ready." Dumbledore explained.

Dumbledore moved and put the boy on the mat in front of the doorstep. McGonagall hesitated to place the girl but after Dumbledore gave her a look, she relented and placed the girl next to her twin. She looked at the girl and the boy sadly. If only she could take the twins away, she would have done it a long time ago. But she can't.

Hagrid sniffled while dabbing a handkerchief on his wet cheeks. Dumbledore looked up at him while patting his tough shoulder. "There, there, Hagrid. It's not really goodbye, after all." he said reassured.

Hagrid nodded. Dumbledore then tucked a parchment envelope and placed it on the baby girl who was still awake and made a sound to the three adults as if she didn't want them to leave.

Dumbledore took a few steps back. His face suddenly turned serious as he looked at the two infants. "Good luck Harry and Y/n Potter"

[ziekaramaik]

This week, on "Life in Westview"

What do widows do all day, Sharon wondered to herself.

Her husband passed away recently. Her kids were all grown with kids of their own, and had gone back to their own towns after the funeral. Sharon was retired. There were a lot of empty hours to fill these days.

She sat on her sofa and searched through the channels on TV. Maybe she could find a nice, long movie. (Sharon was never much of a sitcom fan, even before you-know-what.)

Without a knock, her front door opened. And in walked Agatha Agnes, the only person in Westview who still thought they were living in a TV show. For once, she didn't have an exaggerated sitcom smile plastered on her face. Instead she had an exaggerated sitcom look of concern plastered on. "Hi, neighbor."

So this week, it was "Neighbor" instead of "Mrs Hart". Sharon could live with that. Though she never knew whether or not she should call Agnes by her real name.

With a small sigh, Sharon got up from the sofa to greet her. "I don't want to be rude, but I'm really not in the mood today."

Agnes nodded sympathetically. "I know, sweetheart. I won't stay long. I just wanted to drop this off." She lifted up a comically large tray wrapped in foil.

"I figure you won't be in the mood to cook much the next few days. But a girl's still gotta eat. So I made you lots of servings of my World Famous Chicken Casserole Surprise." In a stage whisper she added, "The surprise is that it's not really world famous." She paused for laughter from a studio audience only she could hear.

Sharon took the heavy tray from her. "Oh, well, thank you, dear. That's actually really sweet of you."

Sharon went and set it down on the kitchen counter. Then she took a quick peak under the foil to make sure it was a real casserole instead of a delusional acting prop. No, it was real food all right.

"So how are you holding up?" Agnes asked sadly.

"Oh. I'm hanging in there," Sharon answered.

"Of course you are. I want you know that if you need anything at all, just ask. What else are neighbors for?"

Then Agnes went into "Very Special Episode" mode for a few minutes. Talking about how death and grief were just a part of life that people have to go through. And Sharon would always have the happy memories of her husband. Only time could heal the wounds, but her friends would be there for support, and so on and so on.

It was all very fake and cliché, and a little bit nonsensical. It made Sharon think of a cheap script written by that newfangled AI stuff she heard about online. That's basically what it was: Agnes' words chosen by a spell on autopilot.

But if Sharon was totally honest, it was kinda nice having Agnes trying to comfort her. And it wasn't actually BAD advice. Sharon often felt sorry for the poor confused woman, but in the end Agnes was playing the role of a good neighbor.

Agnes continued with, "'Course, I never felt what you're going through. Just between us, when my Ralph left me, my first thought was, 'Took long enough.' He was a real downer at the end."

Sharon filed that information away. So this week, the cover story was that Ralph left Agnes, which was pretty close to what happened in reality. (Poor Ralph Bohner. Sharon always liked him, even if his puns were crude.) Agnes' delusional mind kept going back and forth on different explanations for why her "husband" wasn't around anymore, or if he ever existed at all.

"You never lost someone you really cared about?" Sharon asked.

And Agnes said… nothing. It seemed like she was about to say something, but she just stared instead.

"Agnes?" Sharon said.

No response.

"Hello?"

Her expression frozen, Agatha Agnes stared into space, a hundred miles away.

"Oh my gosh, I broke you!" Sharon panicked.

A moment later, Agnes snapped out of it. "No, I'm fine," she said with a big grin. "Well, I gotta get going. My garden's not gonna water itself."

She walked to the front door. "Remember, neighbor. If you need anything, you know where to find me." With a kind wave she walked out and closed the door behind her.

And Sharon went to the task of finding space in her fridge for that giant casserole tray.

[faetouchedfool]

WIP WHENEVER

Thanks to @graysparrowao3 for the tag! I'd love to tag other mutuals for this, but I'm rather shy LOLOLOL

— DISCLAIMER !!

This is not BG3 content, sadly. I haven't been writing for BG3 in a hot minute LMAO

I'm only mentioning this because I've been a bit hesitant to share this in the first place considering the person who tagged me for this is a BG3 content creator. I'm definitely probably overthinking this, but yeah.

Yeah. This is Degrees of Lewdity content. (MIND THE CONTENT IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS!!)

sorry gray LMAO hope you don't mind xoxo

For the people that do understand, this is Shuri (my PC huhuhu) meeting Sydney for the first time. I should really make a lore detailing post soon.

It's no surprise that Brother Jordan's been less than impressed with Shuri's behaviour. After exhausting all of the gentler options, he has no choice but to assign a supervisor. Sydney, eager to please, takes on the job readily— but little did he know of just how difficult his junior was going to be.

We love Sydney in this house, but Shuri begs to differ.

“Let me give it to you straight, boss,” she spat the words out as if it stung her tongue, before forcing a sweeter smile on her face as she locked eyes with the bright eyed Bible thumper before her.

“By all means, shadow me as much as you need to. Make your notes, and grade me as fairly as you want to. Tell me off, even, I won't complain too much! Sure, maybe I’ll grumble here and there— I'm only human, after all —but really! Consider me the temple’s most loyal peon from this point onward.”

“I’ll be good. Honest. Swear on my pinkie.” She raised her finger to his eyes in a show of trust, letting him stare almost long enough to catch the scarring and the shortening, before pulling it back and circling him once more.

“After all, I've been a horrible initiate so far, haven't I? If Brother Jordan deems it necessary to send you to keep me in line, who am I to object? Because, I mean, you must be a bigshot yourself if Brother Jordan summoned you personally, eh?”

The fool almost found himself almost verbally agreeing— until she jumped back in a gleeful display so forced that even he could see through it.

“Do what you must! Keep me in line! Because, after all, we're coworkers! Sort of!”

“Co-workers. Yes.”

...

“But nothing more.”

“Because we're not friends. Friends delve into their personal lives and ask questions and step in when it doesn't concern them. Co-workers don't. And I trust that you have the sense to know what we are.”

“But you knew that, didn't you?”

“So… you know what to do, right? You understand where I'm going with this? Boss?”

“Y-you’re in,” Sydney found himself shrinking away in the worst moment. The last thing he needed was to make it seem like she was winning. He forced himself to look alert, before straightening himself. 

“You're in no position to threaten…”

Not a sound cut him off, and yet his words still fell short.

“Me…?”

Because, when he once was able to see her foreboding form, all it took was a blink before he could feel it creeping at his side. It took a moment of her worming closer to his ear before he could find the strength to even think of objecting.

He had to object.

He had only just met this… this deviant, and already did she find it appropriate to threaten him. That in of itself warranted disciplinary action, surely! He had more than enough right to say this, didn't he? 

But he could reason with himself all he liked.

He was still afraid. 

And so, she filled the silence undeterred.

“You think I'm threatening you?” 

Hot and sweetened breath invaded his skin, forcing goosebumps.

Where there should have been a response, only another sheepish noise left his lips. 

“Trust me, sir.” 

“I do not threaten. I act.”

“No, no. I'm just, err… setting expectations. Boundaries. This is a formal conversation, after all, from supervisor to… subordinate. Yes.”

“—But I mean, why would I do that in the first place? I'm already in enough trouble as is. As it stands, you have the authority to really screw me over. And I wouldn't want that. Nobody wants that.”

“This is just to make sure we're all nice and comfortable here, with no lines being crossed and no trouble being started.”

“So forgive me if I'm scaring you. I can be rather intense. This is just important to me, you know.”

“Because I’d really just hate to see what happens when one of us oversteps.”

[echantedtoon]

To Where The Hand Extends

(This is the promised raffle prize for @iron-embers. If Shinjuro comes out too ooc I apologize it's my first time writing him. Warnings for mentioned drinking and alcoholism concerning Shinjuro and mentioned death concerning Ruka. Hatomi belongs to iron-embers. I had to look.up so many japanese dishes lmao.)

The day was beautiful this morning.

With the sunlight sinking into the room through the window as the ball of light was nearing to setting within a few hours. The birds singing outside. Beautiful fresh smelling air. Beautiful visions of nature right outside of you looked. A bright blue sky. Fluffy white clouds. Yellow sun. Flowers of every color. Green plants everywhere. Trees providing shade as the wind rolled by. A little blue pond in the distance full of fish.

Yes.

An absolute picture perfect scene for what could very much be a good day. Nothing in the world to worry about. Nothing to do. Just peaceful quiet and nature. It's why she left most of the windows and doors leading to the outside open today it could get rather stuffy inside. The gentle noises of dishes being moved about the kitchen area along with the distant sounds of a few pots bubbling away on the furnace. The heavy smells of delicious spices and not quite done yet rice lingered in the air before wafting out the mentioned open windows and doors. Small footsteps ran out from up the side hall and the chef knew without even looking around that a pair of eyes had found their curiosity wondering into the kitchen.

"HUNGRY!," A loud voice declared out.

"You're going to have to be patient now.  Food doesn't make itself."

"What we having?!"

"Miso soup and onigiri."

A small chubby face scrunched up in protest. "Soup again?"

"There's leftover ochazuke from lunch if you don't want what I'm making for dinner," her calm voice replied back despite the smile that still plagued her features. Petite hands reached out to grab a potato while the other held up a sharp cutting knife above the chopping board. "And we're having all the leftovers tomorrow night. We don't waste food around here."

"Can't I have some momiji instead?"

Her eyes turned, head looking over her shoulder. Potato sternly pointed out to seven year old pouting in the doorway. "You're not getting any sweets unless you eat something healthy young man. It'll spoil your appetite and give you a stomachache and it's not healthy."

His response was to pout more buuuut his mad face only made him look like an adorable chubby hamster. "That's an old wives tale! Just like saying the Boogeyman is gonna come out of the closet if I don't sleep."

"My answer is still no. Now go wash up. If you don't eat anything good you won't be getting desert and that's that." 

Softer but heavier sounding footsteps came down the same hallway just as the first fiery haired and eyed boy stomped away as all upset children do and second later a second child stood in the doorway. He was a perfect mirror copy of the first boy only older by about six years at thirteen years old and he was smiling instead of pouting like his baby brother. Kyojuro always seemed to be smiling to be honest and it was no exception for when he curiously watched his brother go before looking back on her.

"What was that all about?"

Her smile never left as she went back to what she was doing before, trying to chop up this potato. "He's upset with me for not giving him dessert on demand." The sounds of chopping filled the air as the knife easily sliced through the potato at last. "Although he does seem a little crankier than he was a little while ago. I wonder why."

"Oh...It was Father actually."

Chop-

The hands paused in their movements. Knife resting between two potato slices as her head turned back to him. Blinking wide eyed before a sigh left through her nose and a frown settled upon her face. Oh. Their father.

"Oh, I see. ..What happened?"

His orange eyes sadly looked at his shuffling feet. "W-Well.. There's a festival in town A-And we wanted to go bu-bu-but...Father said it was a waste of time."

"Oh..Well I'm sure he didn't mean it like that. He's probably just tired and cranky right now."

"No. He always says no. Every year...he doesn't like it when we ask him." Young eyes suddenly lit up in a pleased idea as he looked at her in a gasp and clenched his fists in excitement. "I know! Can you take us instead!?"

She blinked at him but couldn't help but smile at the cute face he made while all hopeful. "You want me to take you? Really?"

"Uh huh! You're really nice and responsible and he thinks you're really pretty so of course he'll say yes!" He ended that surprising sentence by throwing his hands up. "So will you ask him?!"

Her eyes blinked again slightly surprised. "Pretty? I doubt that."

"But you are pretty, Ms. Hatomi! You're about as pretty looking as a sweet potato!"

His sentence made her giggle again as she shook her head. "Well thank you. I'm glad you think so."

"So you'll ask?!"

"Alright. I'll ask him when dinner's ready. For now go wash up with Senjuro-"

A rush to her legs made her look down as two arms wrapped around her waist in a tight hug as Kyojuro hugged her tightly. "Thanks, Ms. Hatomi! You're the nicest person ever!"

Her smile didn't wain as she patted the top of the young boy's head. "Thank you. Now off you go. Food is almost ready."

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Soft footsteps echoed throughout the hall. The delicious smells of the food in her hands on the tray. The soup in the bowl sloshing around slightly with each sway from her steps through the late evening. There was still plenty of light outside but it was nearer to sunset now about maybe one or two hours away. Hey that didn't stop her from walking down the hall and stopping in front of the one door in particular. One she's already visited two times today to deliver breakfast and lunch. Carefully balancing the tray into one arm, she reached out her other hand to knock on the door just loud enough to get anyone inside's attention.

"Master Rengoku-san? I brought you dinner. Can I come in?"

If no one answered then that meant he was passed out again in which case she'd just leave the food by the door and come back later, however a loud grunt from inside gave her all the go ahead she needed to use a foot and slide the door just enough to peek in first.

The room was dark inside despite the sun still being out. She saw why when her eyes saw the shutters still closed tightly on the windows and the only source of light being the crack in the doorway and a single candle lit on a table in the far corner.

"What is it? Can't you see I'm busy!"

Silvery light collided with the dancing gold of the flame in a beautiful glow making shadows dance against the walls and furniture. Reflection beaming off eyes unblinking within the strange alluring mixture of darkness and lights. The motions of writing ceasing in their motions completely and the emotions taking over. The one whom was working stopping to set the feather back onto it's rightful pedestal and sitting there unblinking. The one who had the emotions stirring around from his mind and down to his heart. Those eyes turned slowly, head turning to the doorway behind him as he sat as his table. The area behind him was dark, and almost hard to see but he saw what the eyes were searching for. Her head peeking in through the doorway and staring back to the man sitting on the pillow in the otherwise dark and silent room.

The master of the entire Rengoku estate. Sitting there with paperwork of some kind unfinished in front of him and a tired look to his face as she quietly shuffled in  holding up the food tray in her hands.

"I brought you dinner, Sir." Nevermind she already told him once outside the door. "I figured you might be hungry by now."

Fiery eyes seemed to glow in the dark as they eyed her..and then the tray in her hands before turning back to stare blankly at the unfinished papers. "Bring it in then."

She smiled walking in with the tray gently over to where she had left the last tray taking note of how it was empty now with the dishes from that lunch being left on top. That's good. That meant he was eating today and filling his stomach with something other than the sake that was usually seen around him. He paid no attention to her as she gently slid the old one away from his side and replaced it with the newer one filled with the delicious smelling good. And despite himself, she caught his head tilting slightly towards it. Good. He was showing more interest in eating again. That fact alone made her smile.

"What is it?", he bluntly asked.

"Miso soup and onigiri. I figured it'd be a nice day to have onigiri since a festival is going on in the next town over," she answered just picking up the tray.

"Is that right?"

"Mm hm...You know Kyojuro was just telling me about it today. I was told there's going to be a Kabuki theater there. It sounds like fun."

"Did that boy of mine put you up to this? If you're here to try and get me to change my mind then you can forget it!" A finger harshly jabbed down into the wood of the table. "Those two are staying HERE where they belong and studying until I decide they're improving!"

"No one put me up to anything." Maybe it was the matter of fact way she spoke of the fact she didn't react to his anger at all but he was taken off guard every time she looked at him like that. The silent calm stare that was both full of disapproval and sadness at the same time. "I was only stating that it sounded like fun. After all  everyone has need for a break sometimes."

"And sometimes someone needs discipline to make them learn."

"And sometimes someone can push someone else so hard to do something so much of the time that they burn out."

He flinched. Hard.

"But that is only my opinions on what might happen to someone if that happened, not that it is happening to anyone else I know." Her body bowed at the middle before turning her body. "I'll come back in a few hours to see if you're done eating."

"... Where's this dam festival at anyways?" 

She paused in the middle of stepping away, head turning back to him but he didn't look up from the papers on the table in front of him. 

"Just in the next town over. It's not even an hour away."

".....I want EVERYONE inside before any sunlight disappears. I do not care what any of those boys have to say."

It was curt, blunt, rude, and with a small time limit for fun...But that was a yes. An actual yes without even saying yes.

She nodded. "Of course. We do that every night." She went to leave aga-

"Hatomi."

"Yes?"

"The lunch you made me."

"Was it too much? I can make the portions smaller if you prefer or maybe you didn't like how I made it?"

There was a long moment of silence between the two of them but she couldn't leave until he finished talking to her. He remained silent sitting there still not looking at her.

"..It tasted good. It could use s-..some more salt but it was fine."

She could not see his face otherwise perhaps she might've seen the way a pink hue coated his features and thank goodness for the dark or else she might've seen the glow to his ears. Instead she blinked slightly in surprise... before smiling wider.

"Then I'll be sure to add some more salt next time I make that dish."

[kim-poce]

The Witch’s Tower

[Sadly on mobile so I won't bother trying to edit and neat up more than I already did]

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Before the wars, and I am not talking about the ones where the witches earned their right to exist; that's a couple millennia too recent. I am talking about the ones they lost that same right on.

The world wasn't always this hateful towards witches, but individuals in any time of history will be filled with envy, and one can never underestimate the determination of individuals.

At the time, there was a witch who had just reached adulthood and —finally owner of themselves— they left their house far behind and built a house on this same coast by this same sea, all with their own hands and magic, then sailed their adventures from here. No matter how long the travels took they would always come back home.

As the years went by the witch slowly turned the house into a tower, that one you see standing strong there to today, quite the odd looking tower, isn't it?

Although this is from so many years ago, we know that the witch truly loved this tower, you can tell by the way this walls are still strong, and it's spirit is still alive.

It's said that during the cold nights of winter the tower would light the fireplace itself, warming up the place for the witch’s return, the light warming the room could be seen through the windows, so they would know, as they walked tired to here, that soon they would be home in rest.

It was the beginning of winter, on their way back after a short travel, that the witch died, registers of the murder and its trivial reasons survived, on account of how proud and well resourced the murderer was, telling the world about his deeds. You probably heard it about them in history classes, but nothing is talked about the tower left behind; the tower is alive, and we do what we must not to turn its feelings on a tourist attraction.

After the witch died the tower, we assume, kept lighting the fireplace every winter night, and when the seasons changed so did it, the magic on its walls travelled up, beaming light that moves towards the waves and safely guides boats coming to the village. A lighthouse, is what it turned itself into.

They say it is still looking for the witch, waiting for them to return to the warm fireplace, to the familiar rest, to its company, but I don't believe such things, I've been taking care of this tower for decades as you'll do in your turn, it is smart, the witch really loved it a lot. I believe it knows, painfully well, that they are dead, and that they have been for several millennia.

The witch was very kind, and anyone who walked in the tower's warm living room would know that so is this tower, I believe it is making sure everyone else will come back safely, making sure no one else will be lost in those waters and no one will be left behind and wondering.

[drdemonprince]

A bit late to the party and a tad bit longer than planned(sorry), but I dream of programming my own living sex toy.

We would be roommates, my flat (that's the most unrealistic thing about the scenario right here lol) that I rent very cheap near a college so I can pick the hottest person applying, ideally a new student so no family or friends here. Once they move in I slowly start manipulating them. Playing hypno audios when they sleep, putting light aphrodisiacs in their food, gaslighting them on progressively bigger things to get them relying on me more and more.

I want to pretend to be their friend and have long talks where I slowly convince them that their family is abusive and they should cut contact. It would be easy considering I am already blasting them on many other fronts and at that point they would be too stressed trying to keep up with college, while becoming too dumb and horny to offer much resistance. I hope they do though just so I can stop the argument via hypnotically dropping them and leaving them more untethered and confused than before. I actually want them to freak out while we fuck so I can stop, keep my cock in them and see how the ,by then intense, programming slowly pulls them under again and they start rocking into it. Actively see the fight disappear.

Once it is in deep the actual toy part begins. I want to programm certain settings into it so via simple triggers I can have it switch between modes. Sometimes I would want an actual doll, no ability to move themselves, sometimes a puppy desperate to be filled, maybe even allow it some higher function back so I can have it work when I don't need it.

The power of having someone utterly under my control is the obvious kink here but far hotter to me would be the knowledge that it was involuntary and that I programmed it. The ensuing sex isn't the main focus. I would want the toy to respond like it's enjoyable, seeing it in pain sparks no joy, the hotness comes from knowing it only enjoys it because I programmed it like that.

That's why I want to be able to sometimes "reset" it only to pull it down again. That moment in it's eyes when it glides into trance would be the hottest thing ever. I would always want it to feel pleasure, the catch being that the pleasure wouldn't be there without my programming. Also the thought of a hypersensitive toy coming simply from pleasuring me or me telling it to come is hot.

This is also why I won't look for a CNC partner for now. Having an actual human involved that could resist and judge takes away a lot of the appeal. My main source of shame isn't wanting to corrupt, it's wanting to have an actual human following my every command and order instead of having a partner I share equal responsibility with and of whom I take care when they need it (instead of putting a dildo in them and storing them away when useful). That said I actually want that equal living together too, I would just not have sex with that person, because vanilla sex holds no appeal to me and I actually do care about consent IRL.

Sadly I have a hard time finding good hentai or comics where the main focus is the corruption itself not the fucking afterwards but I make do.

Anyways, thanks for letting us share these things. Some of the other asks that were sent in were incredibly hot and it was nice actually writing my fantasies down for the first time and claiming them as mine, not just a fic I wrote as a prompt.

ANON YOU ARE KILLING ME THIS IS THE HOTTEST SHIT EVER. this is one of my top fantasies. and largely what some of my favorite hypno erotica that i've written is about. i wanna live this scenario for real. this is why i'm saving for an early retirement dog. so i can be someone's brainwashed live in hole. hit me up when you are emotionally prepared to be a 24/7 sadistic owner for real

okay. im gonna compose myself. thank you for sharing. but seriously call me