#master solace

[sunderwight]

Bingqiu AU where Luo Binghe's the chosen village sacrifice to the evil deity who lives up the mountain.

Normally the village sends maidens, but they've more or less run out of expendable girls of the right age and, ahem, "virtues". So of course Luo Binghe's early life bad luck kicks in. In the wake of his mother's death there's no one to really care about what happens to him, he's fairly pretty, and the village leaders decide that if they dress him up like a girl the teenaged homeless kid should pass well enough. And hey, y'know, he's probably got a hard life ahead for him anyway -- dying in a brothel of some venereal disease or on the streets of exposure or starvation. At least as a sacrifice, everyone else gets to benefit from his loss! And the kid will get added to a shrine and be remembered as a hero! If anything, he should be happy about this!

Binghe is not happy about this.

But he's also a skinny underfed nobody who is easily overpowered, dressed up like a bride, and tied to a post. So. Not much he can do but wait for the evil deity to come and do whatever horrible thing he's gonna do to him.

Meanwhile, Shen Yuan is pretty sure he's been isekai'd into the over-powered hero of some kind of supernatural adventure story? He's not totally sure because he doesn't recognize the setting, but the signs are there. He's got a shrine-like base of operations (though it seems to have become corrupted/ruined, probably he has to restore it somehow), he has a very resilient and handsome new body with spiritual energy of some kind flowing through him, and a very clearly magical sword. Plus lots of neat starter powers! Though it feels like he has other abilities that have been blocked somehow? Probably he has to level up in order to access them.

When he treks out of his "base" and finds what seems to be a distressed maiden, he takes it for his beginner hero mission. The girl claims that she's been doomed to be sacrificed to an evil god. That sounds a little above Shen Yuan's pay grade for dealing with, so he unties her and decides that they had better just get out of the whole region altogether. He already packed up anything useful from his base, anticipating he might get caught up in an adventure once he left, so they follow the river away from the settlement until they reach another one.

While they travel, Luo Binghe tells Shen Yuan about the cursed deity, Shen Qingqiu, who was cast out of the heavens for slaughtering one of his brethren and has apparently being do-who-knows what to maidens from the local village in exchange for his "protection" ever since. Sounds like a real asshole! And also mid-level boss type bad guy at least. Shen Yuan hopes he doesn't have to fight him, but he probably will.

Thank goodness he found Binghe, though! Clearly the helpful little sister type! He's definitely going to require her assistance if he's going to figure out how to navigate this world and level up his skills enough to take on a god.

[ferusolinlands]

s o l a c e

[penderbend]

“in the fell clutch of circumstance” arthur loves the shit out of that poem huh.

[c0gito]

i’m too impatient for the poll to finish

so anyways here’s me and my husbands

[sirenesolace]

‧₊˚ʚ the siren’s songs ꒷꒦ 🐅 ✷

WHAT IS IT

🍒 playlist with songs to boost your confidence/improve self-concept

BENEFITS

🍒great for self-concept, sp/love, money, traveling and luxurious lifestyle, fame, beauty, and higher vibration

HOW CAN I USE IT?

🍒my personal favorite way of manifesting with this playlist is have it run through the background as I’m visualizing (similar to day dreaming) in my head or on Pinterest! I also use it while scripting my affirmations.

PURPOSE

🍒i wanted to share this playlist to facilitate and help people manifest their desires while using their emotions. i find myself listening to this playlist whenever i’m feeling a little depressed or wavering really bad. AUTOMATIC MOOD BOOSTER!!

CAN WE REQUEST?

🍒OFC!! i cant wait to expand this playlist and i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i do!

LINK (spotify)

[theenemyod]

HE SO GOOD I WANA EAT IT

[juststoriesintheend]

i just created a beautiful cover image for a mae x reader fic and idk what the plot even is 🫠

like

it's beautiful! wish i knew what the fuck i'm gonna use it for!

[xxanaduwrites]

DOWNFALL | a.b.

main hub of all important thangs

chapter 3

and you're the only thing that's going on in my mind taking over my life a second time - ugh!, the 1975

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Now, no I wasn't a runner, nor a track star — but damn did I sprint out of that place like a whole gazelle. I guessed I could check off another —'never in my life did I ever thought'— moment.

The fact that I had to retreat from the only location in Los Angeles I considered a retreat besides my job of employment didn't sit well at all. Well, at least I stood by my moto to never ever run for a man. Instead, I ran away from said man. So, it didn't break any of my morals.

Funny enough, Marlon — God bless his soul — barely batted an eye when I came barreling into the shop looking like a sticky tomato, drenched in sweat from all the running. He just looked up at me, nodded, and then went back to his work like nothing happened. That man knew me like the way I knew every word from the script of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. My best talent. So, this was simply normal for him. God, I hoped I didn't have any pit stains on my light button up. My outfit was too cute to be ruined today.

After breathlessly drawing out a hello, I ran into the back bathroom to check myself and fix myself up before I set foot on the floor and got busy with the shelves. My hair looked even messier than before — sticking up like Albert Einstein. I quickly went to work, brushing through it with my fingers to tame before twisting it back up in a clip.

Eh. Whatever. At least it looked a little better.

Once I exited the bathroom and dropped off my tote for safekeeping — I walked out the back and brought up the cart of books I was entering into the system to be shelved for purchase. We got a few loads of new shit yesterday, so I had to look through it all. I heard Marlon handling a customer so I didn't bother walking up to the front to bull shit with him. Had to make myself look busy when people were around and all.

Finest professionalism.

But, boy did I love this place. Besides Sunshine Spot — which always held the top spot on my list of favorite locations — this came to a close second. Most people out there probably thought I was crazy for saying such a thing. Like why not the beach? Or the fucking Hollywood walk of fame or whatever? Nope. Not at all. Sorry — I mean they were talking to a coffee-aholic rightfully mixed with a book-aholic. If coffee and books fucked and decided to have babies, there would be millions of little mes running around.

Introducing everybody's worst nightmare. Wow. Scary. Or the most boring person alive — as some people liked to put it. But whatever, I enjoyed it. How me and Sydney were friends when she was far from boring? I didn't know. I guessed opposites attract or whatever they liked to say.

"Rianne!" Marlon suddenly hollered between the shelves, completely taking me out of my train of thought.

I almost ate shit and dropped the book in my hands that I'd been holding for the past few minutes, aimlessly staring off into space at the shelf I was working on. "Over here!" I called out once I got my shit together. Ever since the diner, Ken-Apollo was truly taking up every inch of my brain. I was already regretting not getting a second cup of coffee to go.

"Rianne?" He called again, this time with a hint of a question. Sometimes I forgot the poor man was deaf. I hollered again, but that didn't seem to help. A few seconds later and some shuffling he finally came around a curve and found me. "Oh? There you are." He observed what I was doing — looking surprised yet pleased at my work. "I hope these books are worth the shot," he said with an eye roll. "I swear, I don't understand your generation. Books used to be so good back then. Now they just write cheesy Hallmark shit. Don't tell Mar I said that though. She'll kick my ass."

"I promise," I swore, sticking out my pinky and wiggling it around — but he didn't pay mind to my antics.

Instead —to prove his point —he picked up one of the books on the cart and examined it. "Like look at this." He said, while maneuvering his spectacles to observe the cover. "Raunchy? — wait sorry, I can't see." He moved the book back at an angle. "Red Velvet Roadhouse Romance. That's a mouth full."

Now, that was fucking hilarious.

It took every ounce of my will power not to burst out in laughter and throw myself on the floor in tears. "Blame that on my old dickhead bosses."

"Oh, I will," he chuckled, tossing the book back on the cart. "So, what's been up with you lately since the last time I saw you?"

"Eh, you know the usual. Nothing crazy," I began, rummaging through the books again as I talked to him. "Besides this work party Sydney dragged me too."

"Oh!" His face lit up. "Good, good. I'm glad she took you out. You need to get out of the house — Live a little."

Yep, welp. Everyone was always concerned I spent too much time in the house, but who would want to leave their boyfriend of a bed behind?

Not me.

I didn't say anything so he continued on, probably noticing that it was a sensitive topic for me. "Anyways — to catch you up to speed, Dax is coming in once he gets out of school. So just give him some simple run of the mill task to do. Levi's on an early lunch so he will be back soon to run the register and all. I gotta take Marilyn to a hair appointment, so I'm leaving early. I'm trusting you to lock up. But, that's never a worry."

Don't get me wrong. I was beyond glad Marlon trusted me enough to lock up on my own, but to handle Dax was a whole other fucking worry. The kid was a little shit. Excuse my French, or don't. Wi-Wi. Whatever. He didn't know jack shit about books and didn't want to be here. He worked against his will to pay off some cash he had to pay back to his school for pulling some dumb prank that set a whole classroom on fire. Why did we trust him here — I couldn't tell ya? Books and fire would be some Fahrenheit 451 crap.

What? Leave me alone. That was a book joke — for the love of Christ.

Now Levi was the polar opposite. Around my age, he worked the draw and all — making all our lives a whole lot easier. He did all the accounting crap and what-not. Bless him. Hella funny too. Always telling me to come to the club with him so we could pick up some boys and have a good time. I constantly declined his offers. But, I couldn't wait for him to come in so I could spill the beans about last night.

"You got it, my dude," I nodded, suddenly feeling a teeny bit better knowing Levi would be here soon so I wouldn't have to deal with Dax all on my own.

That would of been torturous.

"Hello! Hello!" Speak of the damn devil. His voice boomed throughout the store. "God damn. Did everyone have a stroke and die? It's so quiet here?"

Funny as fuck. Am I right?

Oh fuck — Marlon didn't look so happy with that one. Sensitive topic I suppose. The whole stroke part. I mean Marlon wasn't getting any younger. Not that he had a stroke before and Levi's words hit a soft spot or anything like that.

I should just shut the fuck up.

He huffed and rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Well it is a book store, kid." He spoke to Levi who was still nowhere in sight — but held an evident presence to us.

"But, it ain't a library," He pointed out.

Leaning closer Marlon whispered so only I could hear. "Remind me why I hired him?"

"Because he kicks ass when it comes to money-money-money and plugs hella numbers into calculators like a whole wizard." I ended my statement with a big ol' toothy grin for good measure.

Before Marlon could mumble so much of a word, Levi made his grand entrance to the runway as he turned the corner to the stacks we stood between.

In the words of Rupaul from Drag Race — which was the only prime time reality show and current entertainment I allowed myself to indulge in, besides 90 day fiance — because that show was awfully addicting — you better work, bitch.

With a gleaming smile on his face, he strutted like a whole model as he approached us with one of those tray things holding what looked to be three glorious cups of coffee— that he got for us without even checking in first. Which was understandable considering how much time we all spent together. I could have kissed the floor he walked on. "Got you your fav, big man!" Levi moved the tray in his hands awkwardly, attempting to balance it with one hand as he maneuvered one of the cups out of it.

Marlon's tense demeanor shifted once he saw Levi wiggling the cup in his hand like he knew exactly what he was doing. "Thanks." He sighed, taking it without a beat of hesitation. I mean, how could he not — it was fucking coffee for crying out loud!

"And for you, sweets." He pulled out another cup, my usual order — my baby.

I held out my hands like a mother being passed her child. "Come to mama." Levi let out a laugh before handing it to me. I immediately jabbed the straw in it like my life depended on it because it truly did and took a long swig — closing my eyes as I embraced the bitter yet sweet taste of my magical drink. "You're an angel. Thank you." I said once I finally caught my breath.

While I was practically devouring every ounce, Marlon went over some house keeping things with Levi and told him all the shit he told me only a few minutes before. "Alright," he affirmed. "That should be all. Be good —Rianne, you're in charge." And then he dipped out — like duces. Peace. without so much as another word.

"He's in-trusted me to manage his draw and not smuggle his money for years — but he won't let me be in charge?" He leaned a hand on his hip to emphasize his point and present a full display of sassitude — if you will. "Like what else does a gal gotta do around here?"

"I think he just enjoys messing with you as much as you enjoy messing with him," I vocalized. "He definitely trusts you — he'll just never admit it. Sorry, Jeans."

"You're right. Plus, you're like a fake family or whatever. So that gives you way more points over me. Welp, guess I'll go weep at my post. Are you coming?" He motioned towards the front desk. "Gotta tell you all about my side piece of the week!"

Tales of Levi were always such a treat. Man had stories up the wa-zoo — for the history books.

"Oh fuck, a new one?" I looked at him in surprise but not full surprise — like half surprise — because this truly wasn't surprising. It was nothing new. But I'd be a new story with a new face of a man I'd probably never see. A man I would not remember the name of as Levi would already be moved on by the time I semi-absorbed it — which led me to only remember them by the nicknames we'd come up for them that varied depending on said situation. It could be dependent on what initially happened and where it happened — giving them a location as their name of choice — or it could be a reference of what or who they looked like — like an animal or a celebrity. Or their personality.

Best game I could play.

He nodded — giving me a sheepish look that said this was gonna be a damn good one before sipping his coffee like he was sipping the hot gossip.

"Of course. How could I miss out on this? Stoked to add a new dude to the collection," I beamed. "Lemme just finish this up and I'll be right up."

"Perfect," he said, strutting off like the queen he was. "Don't take too long. I'll be waiting!"

No worries, your majesty.

The next few hours went just like that. The both of us worked, bullshitted for a few minutes, handled customers, and then bullshitted again — but then Dax came ruining all the fun. I had to watch him like a hawk as he worked. I felt like a complete stalker. But, I was rightfully terrified considering his track record. He almost knocked over a whole entire book shelf one day which would have resulted in a disastrous game of dominos throughout the whole store. How did he manage that? I had no clue. I guess he had the strength of a mule cause those shelves were hella heavy. I could never. But, I gave him a light task to do in the vicinity — right by the door behind the register that led to a staff's only room which gave me the perfect chance to catch up with Levi while keeping my eye on the kid.

"...and then he said 'that was awkward', and I was like 'how come?', and he was like 'well, I fucked the Uber driver!" Levi closed up the story he'd been telling me for the past half hour.

"No?!" I swore my eyes could have popped right out of my head. Good lord. "You're lying."

"Nope. I swear!" he said, holding his hand to his heart. "I can't make this shit up."

"Only you." I shook my head. "I can't believe this. So you're telling me mans looked like Brad fucking Pitt and fucked the Uber driver months ago who looked like Andrew Garfield. And said Uber driver was the man that drove you and the Brad Pitt lookalike home from the club?"

"Indeed," he confirmed while flipping through some paperwork on the front counter.

"And you two hooked up?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this entire situation.

"Spot on."

"Lord Jesus." 

"Oh, and then the Uber driver came up to Brad Pitt's apartment with us and totally just clocked out of work for the night like it was nothing," he said, clicking the calculator and writing something down in a flourish. "And then proceeded to just knock out on Brad's couch and make himself at home."

"Wait so when did—"  I began, but a voice interrupted me — a voice of a certain teen who probably was too young to listen in on our conversation.

"What?" He was looking at us like we were nuts.

"Nothing." Levi waved him off. Leaning towards me so only I could hear, he asked, "can I close the door or ?"

I mulled it over for a minute — wincing at the memory of the domino effect that almost transpired. "Bad idea." I hissed.

Levi sighed, dropping the pen in his hand. "No fun," he whined. "This is why you need to come to the club and lighten up a little."

I pushed my hair back in stress, my lips blowing out a raspberry in frustration. "Absolutely not — but," my face lit up as I remembered what I had told him, "you'll be happy to know I went to a party and saw a Ken-Apollo, and he talked to me, Jeans! He spoke actual words and he seemed nervous like he didn't know a soul, and I kept a conversation with him."

For a moment, he just stared at me blinking a few times like he couldn't believe a word I was saying. "That sounds unreal. You. Party. Boy. Yep, nope. None of that correlates, girl."

"I know," I beamed. "I swore I made that shit up, but then I saw him again at the diner and —oh he stole my cute drink umbrella at the party when I wasn't looking, and I made him laugh — I'm pretty sure. At least I hoped I did."

"Oh my fucking god!" He slapped his own cheeks with his hands. "He totally was flirting with you!"

"No. No." I shook my head, turning redder than a whole tomato-tomato. "Don't say that."

"Rianne! What? Why not? And wait a hot minute — you saw him again today?" He looked like he was about to jump over the table, climb up one of the moving ladders, and pull a whole tarzan — swinging across the entire store. Making this conversation known to everybody or at least the five patrons that were mulling around. "Did you talk to him? What did you say? What did he say? Oh my god, it's meant to be. I'm gonna start crying." He waved a hand in front of me while covering his eyes with another. "Don't look at me. I'm processing. Wait, don't even tell me. Let me be happy."

"Um." I bit my tongue, trying to hold back my words — but god my mouth always decided to go against me when I didn't wanna speak. "I ran out." I blurted.

Same thing went for when I did want to speak, but would just sit there in shitty silence — too nervous to say a single word. Looking like I was completely disinterested when I actually was super interested.

Nerves were a bitch.

"Rianne!" Levi reprimanded me.

Bad fucking idea Rianne. Why'd you have to open your pie hole of a mouth?

"Let me live, Levi."

"That's not living." He shook his head in disappointment. "Can I ask —" A random buzzing sound chimed in like a whole sacada. "I think your phone is blowing up."

"Huh?" I furrowed my brows in confusion, reaching for my phone. Saved by the bell I guess.

Thank fuck.

I loved Levi to death, but if I had to hear his speech about my little move in the diner and how I missed an opportunity for my own hunk-a-hunk of burning love — I was gonna wreak absolute havoc.

Fuck that.

Guess it was a F word kind of day — cause as soon as I looked at my screen I was already flipping my shit while simultaneously instantly regretting ever looking at my messages all at once. Firstly because Sydney was blowing up my phone. A plethora of messages and three missed calls. I typed in my password quite frantically scanning the messages. I swear if bitch ass Broccoli fucking Rabe hurt her in any way I was gonna cut off his balls and sell them on the black market for emotional damage and financial compensation.

Syd the science kid ri! pick up your phone. 3:30pm

i'm freaking the fuck out. 3:35pm

please pick up. 3:40pm

i know you love the books and all, but can you stop sucking face with the pages for just a minute and call me. 3:41pm

it's urgent. 3:41pm

may fucking day. 3:42pm

hello! 3:43pm

ri! 3:45pm

How did I not hear the buzzer going off on the table for the last twenty minutes? Must have been a combo of Levi and I's endless cackling and snorting that tuned it out, and also the fact that my phone was practically an ancient artifact. But, I could care less. Why would I want to get rid of it when I could throw it across the room and it wouldn't break?

Hit a wall?

Still perfect.

Hit someone in the head? – Preferably a certain Broccoli- Dwayne-the rock man?

Golden.

I mean the real life actor Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson would probably be perfectly fine. It would definitely bounce right off his head, and he wouldn't even realize it.

Solid man.

Solid noggin.

But, Brock. That was a whole other story. Would probably leave a mark, and I sure as hell would not care less if I did. That man deserved it if he messed with my girl Syd.

I didn't say a single word as I walked through the threshold into the back room. Levi followed, hanging back against the door frame to watch over the store and make sure no one was fucking around with our merchandise — surely noticing the panic that washed over me and the urgency that took over.

I momentarily forgot Dax was standing in the room with me until I looked up once my phone was nestled against my ear listening to its raging ring. I was too nervous to care though — biting my nails as I tapped my foot impatiently waiting for her to pick up. I just hoped it wasn't something seriously personal because knowing this kid — I wouldn't be surprised if he shared our personal information with his need to eavesdrop and all.

After a few rings she finally picked up. "Ri! Thank fuck!" She sounded absolutely relieved and breathless over the line.

"What's the matter?" I said matter of factly, cutting to the chase — cause I sure as shit needed her to tell me what the actual fuck was going on so I could accesss the situation and attempt to calm down.

"It's work! I'm losing my mind, and I need you to do me a favor," she said without a beat, but then went quiet for a second as if she was trying to think about the best way to explain whatever she was about to spew out to me. "I know you're at work, but you're my last hope. I don't know what else to do. No one else is around and no one from my job can handle it because they called us in for an emergency meeting, and —" She sounded like she was about to pop a bitching blood vessel talking a mile a minute and all.

"Woah! Syd. Hey — calm down." I tried my best to slow her down so I could fully absorb her words. "It's alright. We will figure this out."

Levi caught my eye with the utmost concern, looking like he was this close to moving mountains and parting the red sea if he had to.

I put my hand on the receiver for a moment to mouth 'work' to him to which he simply nodded, but still stood there like Inspector Clouseau.

She took a deep breath before she went off on her rant again, this time a little more coherent for me to hear and understand over my crappy phone speaker. "So much for working from home today. They all called us in for an emergency meeting. Apparently someone fucked up for this month's issue so now we have to review the whole thing. It's a total mess. And on top of that they want me to rewrite a piece that's due in an hour and I am not even finished, but they also want me to go pick up this dude for another meeting that was supposed to take place between one of our reps and said dude at a restaurant nearby. Of course the rep didn't show cause now we are all in code- red mode, so I know this sounds crazy, but I need you to drive him and then stop to pick up a list of coffee orders!" She squeaked into the line.

Absolutely not.

Me. Driving. Car. Random man in vehicle. Conversation with said random man, and picking up coffees.

No.

My anti-social ass could never.

"Syd- I." I looked up at the ceiling, letting out a long breath while pinching my nose, wishing at this moment that the universe could throw me a bone to get me out of this mess. One thing I knew for certain was that I could not – out of all circumstances – ask Levi to drive this man even if I wanted to because he was the only one who knew how to correctly manage the register. Not, that I didn't know how to man a register, but I wasn't the best with cash and I really did not wanna fuck up Marlon's draw – especially when he was so specific about that kind of thing. But, leaving him with Dax. Fuck me. Wait! "I don't have a car. I walked. There is no way I can drive him," I tried to draw a solution. Truly anything that could work to get me out of this in my favor. "Can't he just take a cab or something and your company could just pay the driver off?"

Levi suddenly piped in like a whole saint. "You could drive my car." I guess the word 'him' struck a nerve with him and piqued his interest. Not the time to be a wingman. For all I knew this man was some corporate asshole twice my age.

Shut the fuck up Jeans.

"Nope. No. We have no time." She quickly debunked that offer and tossed it right out the window. "Was that Levi? If so, that's perfect. Any vehicle with four wheels that gets him from point A to point B will do. I could care less right now." Oh fuck, she heard him. Great. Also, what did the car have to do with anything? "And they really want him working with us, so if we let him wait even a little  bit longer, we will most likely be rightfully screwed," she explained. "Please Ri. I'll repay you with copious amounts of coffee and will give you free passes when I want to go out. You can stay in and snuggle with your boyfriend Bed for as long as you please, and I won't make a single comment or fuss about it."

Well, that sounded like a solid offer.

How could I pass that up when she blatantly appealed to me with my guilty pleasures?

"Deal," I clipped, already regretting this, but knowing damn well that I could not leave my friend in shambles – especially when I've never heard her sound this stressed before – at least what I could gather from being friends with her for this long. "As long as I can get back in time to lock up."

Seeming to pick up on the fact that I handled the situation with Sydney, Levi made his way back to the counter just in time to help our waiting customer. But, of course Dax still lingered, pulling out his phone and scrolling through it. I gave him a solid stare as if saying 'get back to work' but he just looked at me and shrugged before turning back to his phone.

Not my problem right now.

"You will. Perfect!" she squealed, making me pull the phone away from my ear for a moment so she wouldn't blow out my whole ear drum. "I fucking love you."

"Yeah, yeah," I drawled before asking the hot button question. "Now where am I meeting this dude? Where am I picking him up?"

"Um," she faltered for just a moment. "Don't kill me."

"What is it?" I choked out, mentally pleading that she wasn't making me drive to a whole other state or some shit.

"He's already on his way to you," she revealed. "He was shockingly around your area which worked perfectly, so I told his boss to send him over to the store. I also had to give him your number just in case they couldn't find you. I'm sorry!"

Fuck me. Fuck that.

What if I had said no?

She definitely did not think that part through.

Biting my lip between my teeth I stifled the array of cusses that were about to be spewed out. "It's fine," I settled even though I could have exploded.

"Okay, great. Love youuuuuu. Thank youuuu. I gotta go. Byeeeee!" And then she hung up on me.

Great.

I cannot believe I will be spending the end of my afternoon traipsing across the city with some random man to get him to Syd's job and also pick up coffee. Exactly how'd I'd like to spend my weekday. Nope.

I started tossing shit back in my tote looking over everything. Phone. Keys. Wallet. Book. Another book.

What I never knew when I needed good reading material? What if the one book I had was awful? I needed something to sefice.

Leave me alone.

"Girl!" Levi suddenly called, a weird tone laced to his voice that I couldn't translate. "Your Uber passenger is here."

Was this man a whole track star? How had he managed to get here so fast?

"Fuck," I murmured under my breath, once again forgetting damn Dax was right behind me when I turned around. He looked up at me again, the same face he'd been making at me all day. "What?" I threw my hands up in the air.

He just shrugged again, before looking back at his phone.

Alright. A man of many words.

"Hey," I called him, snapping my fingers in front of his face so he would look at me. "You listen to Levi, alright."

"Eh," He titled his head as if he was contemplating my request. Which he shouldn't. "We'll see." He graced me with a mischievous smirk.

This kid was going to be the death of me.

"Whatever." I threw my hands up in the air dramatically as I walked out from the back. This time going through the other side door that led out to the main floor. "Good luck with that one Le—" I attempted to send my warnings to my friend but trailed off the moment I stopped in my tracks, coming face to face with someone I least suspected.

Toothpick umbrella thief.

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oh shit. next chapter is gonna be one hell of a ride ;)

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— xanadu

[incorrectelswordquotes]

Solace: You remind me of myself.

Raven: And that’s bad?

Solace: Have you met me? Of course it is!

[of-forossa]

which dnd class suits your personality?

class: paladin.

you’re an idealistic(?) person who is not afraid to stand up for what you believe in. you’ve got strong opinions and you are fully prepared to back up those opinions with your fists, if necessary. sometimes you might come on a bit strong, but you always have good intentions. you’re very determined and you don’t back down easily. you have a protective side and, ultimately, you’re just trying to make the world a better place...?

subclass: oath of vengeance.

the oath of vengeance is a solemn commitment to punish those who have committed a grievous sin. to these paladins – sometimes called avengers or dark knights – their own purity is not as important as delivering justice. you’re a strongly opinionated person who may be prone to black-and-white thinking. you will not hesitate to confront others if you feel that you’re in the right. you may have been through some very hard situations in life and it has left you with lingering anger and a fierce belief that the same thing should never happen to anyone else. you have no qualms about cutting people who have wronged you out of your life. you don’t know whether or not you would consider yourself a good person, but you do know that you can’t stand to sit idly by and watch injustice be done-- not if you can do something to stop it.

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[ikusayu-no-hana]

man. as much as kasen's arc is abt acceptance and metamorphosis and despite him being forged in relatively more recent times he's still mired in his old ways and that being the charm of his character i.e. the resolution of the old tradition vs new ways conflict ending w leaving behind the conformity towards modern standards of morality . he's content with looking backwards + preferring th archaic form of 歌+ the fact that there's still no recollection of him responding emcouragingly to kotegiris songs (not counting kiden but it exists on another level of canon shhh) is all him turning (not unkindly) his back to the future and preferring to anchor himself in the 1600s forever and in that effectively shutting off gaining any substantial understanding of the swords forged later eg. izumi . like he Gets the code of honour and courage and would be able to sympathize with the struggle to preserve a national identity against m.perry's invasion but while kasen's got the hindsight safety of the sengoku + muromachi + succeeding stable Edo-jidai, izumis forever got to Be in that threshold of the future & shinsengumi breakup so he Hasn't and never will have the luxury of feeling Truly done with his time period. like yes kiwame has him proud to be born when he was but that big What If about the final battle will always be there, he just won't chase after it naively anymore. So like. while kasen did have his own -gumi, his own milieu, them leaving one by one down the centuries made him used to lack of companionship . it's fine, it was inevitable, there was always another century after this one. while izumi just. lost all of his at once, pretty much too soon. so his existence can't be extricated from theirs they'll always be a package deal part ofthe same puzzle if one goes the others follow etc and it'll always be a reminder of Back Then for him .and so kasen and izumi will always face the direction opposite to each other in past and future dichotomy and to me they'll never be able to overcome it bc their priorities will always lie elsewhere and understanding the other will simply never make it to the top of their priority list. and that's so funny to me

[chiistarri]

my stomach hurts and tears are formin g in my eyes and i want to rip my hair out

[colormepurplex2]

Shatter With Me | JJK

▻ Shatter With Me ↳ Model!Jungkook x Surrogate!f.Reader ⤜ Surrogacy AU ⤜ Best Friend’s Husband | smut, fluff, heavy angst ⤜ Rating: MA ⤜ WC: ~46,420 (ongoing) ⤜ Summary: Your best friend, Jiyoon, and her husband, Jungkook, have faced years of hardship trying to start a family. In a last-ditch effort to have their dream life, they seek solace in surrogacy. Wanting to see your best friend smile, you offer to become the bright beacon at the end of the tunnel, giving them what they have always wanted. But what happens when you begin to shine your light on their darkness? Things aren’t always as they seem—happiness can be a façade, shattering under the lightest pressure. ⚠️ Crass language, talk of infertility, drinking, very mild bullying and references to cruel behavior/words, talk of surrogacy, at-home medical procedure, genital touching (non-sexual), planned pregnancy, talk of pregnancy termination/abortion, BIG hurt feelings, open palm slapping, accusations of infidelity, rejected/unwanted drunken kissing that could be viewed as dubious infidelity, lies/deceit about fertility, broken marriage, infidelity, talk of divorce/filing for divorce, legal separation, kissing, fingering, cunnilingus, mild dirty talk, mild begging, sex while pregnant, creampie Each chapter will have specific warnings listed as they're posted.

Chapter 1: Waving The White Flag

Chapter 2: Please, Let Me

Epilogue: Room 613

Wretched Heart: Jiyoon's POV (bonus chapter ongoing)

This story will be completed with the bonus POV chapter.

A/N: Part of the @btsfests Daddy's Home writing fest!

A/N: A special thank you to @hisunshiine @downbad4yoongi @lo1k-diamonds and @lunarelle1013 for their unfailing beta services!

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

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[anantaru]

— his love language

including. diluc, wriothesley, kazuha, neuvillette, ayato, scaramouche, kaeya, childe

genre. fluff & crack, gn! reader

at a regular pace, diluc opens up to you and with such, he reveals that to him actions spoke louder than words, mainly when it came to your loving relationship. the master of the dawn winery wasn't one of sensual speech, in fact, sometimes he was simply at loss of words— hence why showing you instead was all the more easy. it begins in his eyes, how they're always focused on your frame and immediately pick up on when you feel fatigued, the weary expression on your face worrying him the moment you step inside. voicelessly, diluc guides you to your shared bedroom before telling you to relax— afterwards he'll pamper you, boundlessly, do whatever you need him to do even if it consisted of multiple tasks. easy to say, he will still check up on you, be there for you and most importantly, always anticipate your needs, never failing to provide support without hesitation.

everyone knows that words hold the power to uplift and reassure people and their souls, in addition to building bridges between two individuals and so did wriothesley find this to be the most wonderful gift on this planet. he speaks through heartfelt compliments he'd never let you pass on, encouraging affirmations whenever you had a bad day or an artful expression of his emotions through his phrases. within the lively city of fontaine, the man will watch you with earnest eyes and swollen cheeks, "you're so pretty, so beautiful," he was silly, right? making you flustered in front of everyone, yet his words flow like poetry, forcing you to melt as he expressed admiration for your person— a verbal drapery woven with sincerity and love.

since you have been in a relationship for quite a long time, you were aware of kazuha and himself being an adventurer at heart, never failing to perceive solace and joy in the quiet moments shared with you. it doesn't matter where you are, but when he invites you on a journey, you know it's going to end up becoming one of your most dearest memories. in the quietness of the night, kazuha's presence was a calming force and to him, love was found in the gift of uninterrupted time spent together, immersed in meaningful conversations and shared experiences, tender kisses and subtle touches. the connection you had was strong— everlasting, the presence and the beauty within embracing each passing moment.

neuvillette held a lot of personal knowledge which he accumulated throughout the trajectory of his life, although when it came to the relationship aspect of things, he was rather inexperienced. when you two started dating he picked up the habit of expressing himself through physical touch— not necessarily in a sexual way, but in the reassuring kind which brought forth tenderness and closeness, whether it was a hand on your shoulder or a comforting embrace after a long day. the iudex was fluent in intimacy, connection, and the sacred power of making you feel loved in the simplicity of his touch. without wasting time, he always has one arm around you or loved holding your hand as you settle down on his lap, perhaps even offering to massage your shoulders with his soothing touch.

granted, from an outside perspective seeing ayato spoil you with artificial goods might come across as insincere, yet people do not realize that every single gift had a special meaning attached to it. the yashiro commissioner always took it serious, going through the carefully selected goods as he prepared a custom order, securing the gift with a personal meaning and significance. expressing his love for you through gifts and handmade material shone of thoughtfulness and well, there was one necklace that might be your all time favorite. it was when he surprised you with it on your anniversary— and as you inspected it much closer, you admired the complexly designed metal with symbols of his love and the harmony in your relationship— it's utterly beautiful, you tell him as he helped you put the necklace on, the little diamonds attached to it reflecting a deep appreciation and desire to convey his feelings to you.

opening up was hard for scaramouche, yet he realized that if he wanted this relationship with you to be harmonic, he needed to learn and work on it. the moment you feel him open up to you, you couldn't be happier, truly— not only was it a clear sign of effort on his part, but also the willingness to share a hidden piece of himself. despite his rather aloof demeanor, he possessed a subtle way of showing you his trust, in fact, he always needs you to show him that you accept his past no matter what. was it tiresome? not at all, despite some people believing that a relationship like that could become troubling in the future. yet they cannot fathom the deep link you both have and how it came to be. ah well, how beautiful when he holds you in his arms and kisses your forehead before starting to open up, your expression softening momentarily at the calm look in his eyes. it's right there, look close now, when you catch a rare glimpse of appreciation and a hint of vulnerability beneath his composed facade. he's in love, truly, and so are you.

a world without laughter, sounds scary, correct? kaeya believes that everything works more efficiently if you add a little comedy on the side. in your relationship, there was nothing he adored more that laughing together— because in a way, it felt like it strengthened your bond and eased the burdens in your life. spontaneity was another important aspect, you'll never know what the charismatic cavalry captain has in store for you next and you couldn't help but love that about him. really, he had a magical power for defusing tension with a well-timed joke or cheeky banter, finishing it off with messy kisses all over your face and demanding for you to give him a kiss back, in fact, as one might already guess, a world without laughter and without kisses might be straight hell in all of teyvat.

the eleventh harbinger's heart burnt for two different things— first of all it being you, his loved one which he would quite literally do anything for you to be happy, while the second being the thrill of adventure and the willingness to embrace spontaneity, face challenges head-on and earn boastful scars all over his body as a form of trophy. childe's enthusiasm was contagious to the point where the both of you would go on adventures together, or simply try out new things in order to feel a shared sense of adrenaline. freedom was everything in his life, but what mattered the most is for you to be safe— hence why he would never put you in any danger, instead he'd rather get in trouble himself so you could patch him up afterwards. childe knows it's not healthy to get himself hurt on purpose, but feeling you take care of him with your soft hands tracing all over his chest was making it worth it in his eyes.

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[acid-ixx]

Baby bird, angel,,,,,,what else we got?

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to bruce, you are his precious, sometimes his treasure. he'd even unironically call you his baby in front of the press. and most of the time, if he describes you to his co-workers in the justice league who knew of your identity, he will always say "my child" with a dark undertone that you are not to available for adoption even if it was you who insists that anyone else can take you under their care, other than your actual family.

alfred, in all his years of caring for you, is very much settled into calling you his own child. although it's a given that he refers to bruce's children as a "(young) master", whenever it's just the two of you in the same room, with you needing a semblance of solace, alfred would always grasp your shoulders and comfort you with kind words and affirmations, starting his sentence with "(name), my child."

dick obviously calls you his baby bird and only he has the trademark to do so, nobody else has the privilege and not even your other siblings. he's obviously overbearing, chirping out that nickname in an irritingly higher octave whenever he gets some sort of cuteness overload just by squishing your cheeks. one way to know if dick is in the same room as them is if you hear a man squeal your nickname.

babs, in addition to dick, probably calls you birdy or something cheesy like her little hatchling. you have no idea where she gets those nicknames but she's better in so many levels compared to the eldest because she doesn't often call you those, not unless she's in a really good mood. though you should be scared if she ever calls you by your full, government name; one where wayne is the surname and not your mother's.

jason calls you his angel because unlike his other siblings, you're the only one who has never wielded a weapon against anyone (and if you ever do, he'd pretend like that never happened, excusing your actions for self defense or something else). like a buy-one-take-one package, he always ruffles your hair whenever he refers you that nickname. there's times, though, where he says it in a possessive tone, daring criminals that if they try to even touch a single centimeter of your skin then they'd better pray that his angel has enough mercy to not prosecute him for whatever comes next.

tim doesn't really call you any nicknames, and you're so grateful for that. but what he does have of you are multiple logs of all the times you call him his name or a nickname, deluding himself into thinking you'll always say his name with such a fond voice and a huge smile. and it doesn't take a genius to find out just how easy he folds if you ask him for a favor with a sweet tone, calling him 'timmie' or something cringier. but hey, as long as it gets you what you want.

damian isn't the type to settle for nicknames, but he's the one that often refers to you as "my older sibling", "my blood sibling" and every other term that refers to you as his. he's very much like bruce in the regard that even if he has to share with his siblings, you will always, and always be damian's beloved older sibling. there's times, though, that he would secretly dream of a day where you would be comfortable enough to call him your baby brother.

steph and duke are the most normal ones when it comes to calling you a nickname, resorting to calling you their bro or sis. but sometimes steph loves to tease you by calling you the nicknames babs gives you, to the point that it's now steph who calls you her hatchling in a sing-song voice, and it'd be duke who'll eventually create a tune for your own nickname. the entire melody would then be an established hum for the entire manor and it takes you all your sanity and alfred cooking your favorite dish to not strangle the living hell out of those two.

cass also is another case of your sibling not having any nicknames for you, but she does associate you with the word love, someone who she should protect with all her heart and you'll find her one day calling you that nickname. the longer she becomes closer with you, the more she's bound to call you her beloved sibling, too, just like how bruce calls you his beloved child. and if it's not your name that she tries to call, it would instead be the tune that duke invented.

[hxney-lemcn]

General Romantic Headcanons — Anya, Daisuke x gn! reader

tw: none.

wc: 1k (~500 per character)

Master List

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Anya

❥Anya is really soft when it comes to the people she cares about. One of the reasons why she wanted to become a nurse was to help others, so it’s no surprise that she’s very caring, always looking out for you. It’s hard to keep friends in her line of work, so she cherishes you extra, finding solace in your company.

❥She feels a bit silly having a crush when she’s this old. Sure, she hasn’t reached middle aged yet, but having a crush over the age of twenty makes her feel a bit foolish. Yet you always seem to make her fall for you even more. The inside jokes, the late night discussions, your constant encouragement and strong willed belief in her makes her heart flutter. You had been by her side after so many of her lows, the constant rejections from med school and her long trips that separated you for years. She’s not sure what she did to deserve you.

❥When Anya has a crush on you she’ll be a bit more bashful yet confident at the same time. It’s a confusing mix. Some moments have her blushing and shying away, while others she’s teasing and complimenting you. If you tell her how pretty you find her or brush her hair behind her ear she’s done for. It’s like her heart won’t stop beating out of her chest and her face is bright red. Anya will hide her face, trying to stay calm. If she finds you shying away for one thing or another? It’s over, she’s like a cat who spotted its prey. She won’t let it go and continue to tease you until you combust. She loves seeing you in such a state, and it may seem out of character, but with you she feels comfortable enough.

❥Honestly, it's a toss of the coin who confesses first. After long enough, she’ll end up confessing during one of your nightly hangouts, going from how much she cares about you to how she wishes you were together. If you’re the one confessing, do it in a more private setting. She’s not the biggest romantic, but the quiet setting would feel more intimate to her, like it's just the two of you in the big, big world. Anya would be so happy that you both finally crossed that boundary, wishing it could’ve been sooner. 

❥When you start dating things won’t change much. Things just get a bit more comforting and homey. Neither of you hesitate with your innocent affection anymore, threading your fingers together without uncertainty or resting your head on the other’s shoulder without care. If anything you both hang out even more, going on small dates to cafes or reading books at home. What does change is how it's even harder to let her go when work calls. How you dread the upcoming year without her smile or laughter, or how frustrated she gets when she loses to you. 

❥But you don’t worry too much. Anya always comes back, and you’ll continue to be by her side when she inevitably applies to another med school. Listen to her rant about what she experienced, her minor grievances with her coworkers. It’ll be all the sweeter to have her back in your arms, watching the stars and pondering where your futures will lead.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Daisuke

❥Like Anya, Daisuke is soft when it comes to those he loves. He’s just a bit more outgoing about it. The type to show someone a picture of you and be like ‘yeah, that’s my best buddy’. Yes, he is internally dying when he has to call you his friend. 

❥Hands down he’s so obvious with how he’s crushing. Daisuke basically becomes your personal butler with how fast he’s willing to stop what he’s doing for you. You’re hungry? Don’t worry, he’ll get you some food. You’re cold? Hold on, he’s got a really fluffy blanket you’ll love. He’ll take any excuse he can get to prove his worth to you (not that you need him too). He gets extra giddy when you both hang out. It’s just so chill, and he gets to spend more time with you, maybe buy you something that’ll remind you of him. 

Yeah…he’s down bad.

❥Finding reasons to love you? It comes naturally to him. It’s like every day he finds another thing that makes him want to squeeze you. Confessing? Hahaha…uhhh he’s having trouble on that front. Daisuke cherishes what you have so much, he finds it terrifying to shift things. He’s so blindsighted by his own feelings, he’s afraid he’s projecting the hints he thinks you’re giving him. So he keeps his feelings to himself, refraining from touching you for too long or saying something that may give him away…yeah he’s not as good at that as he thinks.

❥You’ll have to confess. Daisuke will just continue to beat around the bush, blushing and pretending like he wasn’t head over heels for you. Confess anywhere, Daisuke doesn’t mind. He’ll be too taken aback at the confession to care if people were staring or not. The moment you tell him you like him he’s on cloud nine. 

He nearly forgets to confess back…

❥Once it’s official (and boundaries are placed), Daisuke will be all over you. It’s like he’ll die if he isn’t touching you in one way or another. Loves love loves holding hands with you, extra points if you fidget with his fingers or rings. He not only loves feeling you by his side, but being useful (whether that be by being your guide in crowded spaces or a fidget toy for you to calm your racing mind) is his top need. It’s just so reassuring to know that you love him, need him, and rely on him. 

❥Loves any and all kinds of dates. From exciting ones like theme parks and haunted houses, to the lowkey ones like sleepovers and going to the park. Can barely take his eyes off you if you dress up (this could be just the smallest touch up like putting on perfume/cologne if you normally don’t or doing your hair differently). Can barely take his eyes off you if you don’t dress up tbh…

❥Daisuke finds himself finally looking forward to what his future holds.