#no shame but golly was I not expecting that

[douknowanoah]

P.S: it’s my birthday today or something idk I think you should give me all the money in your bank account 🥳

[frogchiro]

Am I straight horny from reading eremite thirst? Yes. Do I want to dress up in Babel's clothing infront of them? Yes. Yes I do. I mean Babel got some hip windows and I know damn well her clothes are MADE to he ripped off

AS YOU SHOULD BE NONNY

rfhgueguegu I just looked up Babel and good golly please step on me lady

and you're right her clothes are as hot as she is, i'm going genuinely feral for the hip windows, as would the men of your group <3

fem!reader, slight nsfw, the usual drill; hot, big and horny Eremite men having the ultimate hots for you <3

Since you're staying with them permanently now, you decided on incorporating their style and culture into your life and what better to begin with than clothes! You bought them from a traveling merchant during a short stay at the Caravan Ribat before continuing further into the desert.

You had to set up camp for the night and since there has been a successful hunt with minimal damage your boys decided that a small celebration is in place; you could swear that they'd find any excuse to celebrate and make you dance for them so that they could use it as a way to grope you and eventually drag you back into the tent an have their way with you.

SO, you decided that this little gathering is a perfect way to make use of your new dress! It's a bit skimpy but it feels as if it's weightless, the dark gauzy fabric perfectly accentuating your curves and hugging all the right places.

Just as you got the last piece in place, a booming voice just outside your tent made you slightly jump as one of the men announced that they've set up the fire and roast and they're waiting for you which earned you a few loud and excited whoops of delight from the others.

You smiled slightly and made your way to remove the flap of the tent and reveal yourself getting kinda anxious what would they say about your new outfit, would they like it? What if you ended up looking ridiculous and-

Your train of thoughts was immediately brought to a halt when you noticed all the men staring at you, their eye bandanas temporarily removed and looking-or rather leering-right at you.

You noticed the look right away; dark, hungry, lustful, that of predator just about to pounce on a unsuspecting prey. You got bashful as you slowly stepped into the area where they were sitting in silence still, just looking.

Before you could say something to get the out of this trance you let out a yelp as suddenly a pair of strong arms belonging to Geo Enchanter wrapped around your middle and dragged you straight into his lap while the men sitting next to him flocked closer and started to run their hands all over you.

"And just where did ya get this thing Little Lady, hmm~? Think you can just walk dressed like that and expect a man to behave?"

The dark skinned man growled into your ear before nipping it lightly and letting his big scarred hands wander all over your body and slip under the sheer chest piece to tease your quickly stiffening nipples.

"I-ah! I-bought it. From that cloth merchant back at the Caravan Ribat. Y-You were so silent when I walked out, I thought you didn't like it-!"

Your ramble was quickly cut short by a slight swat to your bottom and the booming laughs of the surrounding men; just when did they all get so close?

"Well, ya can be pretty sure we like it, don't we boys?", Sunfrost's quip was answered by delighted calls.

"Then let's show this pretty Lady how much we love it~"

That sentence basically sealed your fate and they took you right then and there, on the laid out on the furs under the shining stars and night sky. When they were finaly finished with you, you were back inside the shared tent, all of the men tired out and panting with fatigue.

Right there in the middle of the sweaty bodies laid your naked form, the beautiful dress torn to shreds earlier in the night by the hungry hands of the Eremites; a shame really, the dress really was pretty but hey! At least you can be sure that your boys liked it too, right~?

[kateweathermachine2]

I’m 12 years late to it but let’s ramble about Scylla

Of course it took the Wisdom Saga nearly dropping for me to finally finish this

This may be a collective organized rant or it’s (more likely) gonna be a super-ramble nonsense jumble pile of me trying to words

A bit of background- I got into Epic right around the time the Ocean Saga released; I quickly got obsessed (as one does) and have watched a bunch of Jorge’s older shorts on the making of different songs, including just about everything I could find on Scylla’s song. I was enamored by the vocals Jorge teased us with and as the Thunder Saga drew nearer, Scylla was hands-down the song I was most hyped for.

And BY GOLLY I WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED. I was blown away by Scylla on the livestream. Everything- the vocals, the instrumentals, the visuals- came together beautifully and I’m gonna ramble about it

But to really see Odysseus through this we gotta start with Suffering (which is an absolute bop); specifically when the siren tells Odysseus about Scylla. When she first says Scylla, Odysseus is repellent of that option, judging by his immediate “no”. He isn’t immediately on board. He doesn’t want to sacrifice his crew. And (even though we all knew this was coming) it takes the rest of Suffering and Different Beast before we finally see that he’s willing to go through with it in the opening of Scylla (what with him saying “this is our only way home” and all that).

Parts of Scylla sound like a waltz!! I haven’t noticed anyone else mention that yet. Maybe it’s just me. But in the first section during the “deep down”s and Ody/Eury dialogue the chords all sound waltz-y to me.

Odysseus only has a few lines in this song as well as some interesting parts when he doesn’t speak.

His very first lines- “the lair of Scylla… this is our only way home” aren’t in the same harsh tone as Different Beast. To me it sounds like he’s trying to justify his decision to himself. He has to go through with this. It’s the only way that he’ll get back to Ithica.

Contrast this with his tone as he speaks to Eurylochus- “not much to say”. It’s back to being rough and hard. He’s closing himself off to the rest of his crew, including Eurylochus. He’s becoming the monster to them. (Rawr rawr rawr)

The confession scene- THE CONFESSION SCENE MY GOODNESS. Honestly I wasn’t exactly expecting Eurylochus to have opened the bag but I’m not surprised either. It was a very “ahhh” moment for me. And Scylla’s words-

I’ve seen a few posts talking about how they believed Scylla’s words were directed to Eurylochus in this scene, but I never thought that was the case. I think Jay deliberately created the parallel there, but Eurylochus doesn’t seem like he’s *hearing* Scylla yet. (Remember- later on, he says “something approaches” as if that’s the first he’s seeing/hearing of Scylla.) No, these lyrics are meant for Odysseus, and what he’s about to do. Not to say there isn’t any relevance to Eurylochus here- “you hide a reason for shame … leaving them feeling betrayed / breaking the bonds that you’ve made” alternate with Eurylochus’s apology, as they shed light on what Eurylochus *had* done as well as what Odysseus was *going* to do. There is a strong parallel here- but it’s not Eurylochus Scylla is talking to. (This is also supported by the lyrics “you know that we are the same” and “we both know what it takes to survive”, neither of which have much relevance to Eurylochus here.) The lyric “you know that we are the same” is an interesting one, but I’ll get back to it later.

So Odysseus basically ghosts Eurylochus- and yes he’s probably furious about the wind bag incident but I think another reason for his silence is because he’s been hearing Scylla. Odysseus can’t forgive nor blame Eurylochus because he’s about to betray Eurylochus right back. Maybe he just can’t face speaking to Eurylochus with what he’s about to do.

Did anyone else at this point realize the sole purpose of the song “Full Speed Ahead” was for nothing more than to create a motif to be used absolutely everywhere

Then we get to Odysseus’s first words to Eurylochus! When first listening I could feel my heart dropping, as did likely everyone else who knew about Scylla from the Odyssey. But the DELIVERY. The simple DELIVERY of those CONDEMNING LINES- Eurylochus doesn’t even react to this order. This is really how you know that he- and the rest of the crew- don’t know where they’re headed. (I’ve seen plenty of people talk about Eurylochus’s thoughts during this scene and afterward so I’m not gonna tread over that same ground.) All I can say is my heart sank.

Did anyone else think about the lack of a “danger is near” motif in this song? I’ve heard a possible modified version in the song (1:14 if anyone wants to listen for it), but it doesn’t fully fit, and nowhere else is a hint of this theme shown. And there’s clearly about to be danger in this song- for six of Odysseus’s crew, that is. I think the reason we can’t hear a “danger is near” motif in this song because there isn’t a danger for Odysseus, and that’s who the danger is near motif is for. After all, the motif was present in “Mutiny”, right *after* they got through the danger of Scylla. Just another something cool I’ve found that I haven’t seen anyone else comment on before.

“Captain, something approaches”

“Hello.”

The DRUMS ON EACH BEAT, the VIOLIN RUNS, all with the background SHEPARD TONES falling and then rising, the SUSPENSE- THE ***SUSPENSE***

Before Scylla came out, I repeatedly watched the Scylla audition call video Jay put out, and from that I had the thought that the buildup section would be much shorter. Boy was that not the case and boy was that such a good decision the more I think about it. You really feel the suspense gradually build like it does for the crew, first seeing the vague shapes of Scylla and slowly having more and more revealed in the torchlight before the heads pounce.

Not to mention Scylla’s voice actor is amazing. She does a wonderful job of the smooth, almost angelic voice at the beginning and end, but in the chorus?! Jay’s videos on it didn’t do this justice! The MONSTROUS way she growls, the HARMONIES that come in in the second chorus- not to mention the crazy drums and other music in the background adding to the chaos.

And in the background you can *hear* when each man is scooped up, when each man is being devoured. Once again you’re right there with the crew, hearing your fellow friends get eaten. It’s not something I would expect to hear in the official song when their deaths aren’t the main focus during the chorus (the main focus being Scylla herself), but props to Jay for adding that detail.

One thing I noticed in the amazing animatic done for this section that I haven’t noticed many people specifically point out yet, is how Eurylochus doesn’t seem to catch on it’s the torches that are signaling to Scylla which men to eat until *after* he passes his own on. You can see it in the horror on his face as he looks at the second-to-last torch drop, then as he turns to the final man, the man he’d given his torch to (as he presumably went to try and help someone else from getting eaten? That’s how I interpret him leaving the torch with the final guy, like a “I need both hands for this” kind of thing).

Then the END- after the rampage- the final “We must do what it takes to survive”- it quiets down, the waltzy pattern comes back out, and the final line- “We are the same, you and I”

Back to that previous lyric I mentioned, “you know that we are the same”. Near the beginning of the song when I heard it, the lyric recalled to my mind that villain trope of “we’re not so different” (I think that’s a trope). And here at the end of the song that sentiment is repeated- and Odysseus SINGS WIRH HER. He AGREES. Up until now Odysseus hasn’t acknowledged Scylla talking to him, but here he’s given into the thought that yes, now he *is* the monster - to both his enemies *and* his crew. (Rawr rawr rawr)

And that’s how Scylla’s become one of my absolute favorite songs from Epic

[bri-the-nautilus]

Elphael: What's In a Name?

Earlier today, my esteemed comrade @the-unkindled-queen made a post wondering about the etymology of Elphael, Brace of the Haligtree. My initial digging turned up a few Reddit comments where the general consensus was that Elphael has its roots (ha) in Hebrew linguistics, with one interpretation being "Family of God" and another being "Work of God":

Now as a linguist and Bible scholar, I think these are awesome. I love seeing all the languages and cultures that these games draw inspiration from, and the Hebrew connection is a neat contrast with the Haligtree itself, which is linguistically Welsh. Additionally, the connection to Abrahamic faith and Hebrew words for people and acts of God is a nice throughline for the way the game portrays Miquella and St Trina as Messianic protectors of the sick and poor. Add in the spiritual atmosphere of Elphael and the Haligtree (prayer rooms, mausoleums, and altar-like statues of Miquella and Malenia abound), and it's a very pleasing little theory.

Soulsborne and especially Elden Ring borrow heavily from Welsh for names and whatnot (like the aforementioned Haligtree), and out of idle curiosity I began to wonder if there was any basis whatsoever for an alternative theory linking Elphael's name to Welsh. My only reasons for going down this path were the vaguely Celtic sound of the name and the fact that the Haligtree proper has a Welsh name. I didn't find anything like this during the search that led me to the Hebrew theories, and plugging various fragmentations of "Elphael" into a Welsh->English translator didn't spit out anything of value. I was about to throw in the towel when I did what I probably should have done before faffing about with the translator and just searched "Elphael Welsh."

And oh golly do we have ourselves an Elphael. Or an Elfael.

Welcome to the infinitely confusing world of medieval Welsh history.

Medieval Wales was divided into several regions, called cantrefi. Each cantref was further divided into several territories called commotes. The cantrefi are pictured below. We're mostly concerned with the central yellow one, Rhwng Gwy a Hafren, but also remember Gwynedd. It's in orange up top.

But that's for later. What we care about right now is the cantref of Rhwng Gwy a Hafren, which lies between the rivers Wye and Severn. This cantref is shown in detail below and is home to the commote of Elfael, shown in green. Also take note of Maelienydd and Buellt. They're light blue and yellow respectively, and we're going to need them later.

The history of Elfael is short and confusing, as one can expect from a fiefdom straddling the English-Welsh border during the post-Roman and post-Norman Conquest years. It didn't exist as a political entity for very long (it was only independent from 1155ish to about 1215 before dissolving completely in 1309), and changed hands often during its lifetime.

Our story begins with a man named Elystan Glodrydd, Prince of Buellt. He lived from 950 to 1010 CE, and at some point during his later life he conquered a territory called Ferlix, which was composed of Elfael and Maelienydd. When Elystan died, rulership of Buellt (Ferlix included) passed to his son Cadwgan, and then to Cadwgan's son Idnerth when he died.

Idnerth's reign is remarkable because he's the guy who lost Buellt. An Anglo-Norman noble, Philip De Braose, had conquered basically all the land between the Wye and Severn, which of course included Buellt. For some reason, at the conclusion of his conquest De Braose gave Ferlix back to Idnerth, but kept Buellt for himself. The end result being that Idnerth had gotten kicked out of his grandpa's commote and into what had originally been a conquered vassal territory. Once Idnerth died (presumably in shame), Ferlix went to his son, a man with the astoundingly awesome name of Madog. During this time, the Anarchy was starting.

The Anarchy was a civil war in Britain from 1138 to 1153. King Henry I died in 1135, and his heiress, the Empress Matilda, had many enemies who didn't want her to take the throne. In 1130, a castle had been built in southern Ferlix by one of these enemies, an Anglo-Norman named Pain FitzJohn, Sheriff of Hereford. This is the actual best name in this story. Pain FitzJohn is a fucking badass name. This castle, which was of course called Pain's Castle, was acquired by Madog in 1135 under foggy pretenses. It's likely that Pain wanted Madog's protection from Matilda, but we're not sure.

Old Madog knew that getting a castle called Pain's Castle was an achievement that couldn't be topped, and proceeded to die at age 65 in 1140, secure in the knowledge that he was better than Idnerth. He left five sons, who bucked the trend of going to war for their dead dad's land by dividing Ferlix amongst themselves. Unfortunately for them, this is when the Anarchy caught up with them. Another Norman lord, Hugh De Mortimer, invaded Ferlix in 1142. Two of Madog's sons (Hywel and another Cadwgan) were killed, and in 1146 De Mortimer killed a third son, Maredudd, in the process of capturing Pain's Castle. In 1155, Matilda's son Henry II took the throne of England, and when Hugh De Mortimer protested, Henry kicked him out of Ferlix. This left Madog's two surviving sons, Einion Clud and Cadwallon, to pick up the pieces. These guys hated each other, and neither brother could stomach ruling in consort with the other. But for some reason, they didn't kill each other, instead dividing Ferlix again in two. Cadwallon got the northern part, which came to be called Maelienydd, and Einion Clud got the southern part, which was called Elfael.

Einion Clud and Cadwallon still hated each other, and their realms were openly hostile, each brother still believing he was entitled to sole rule of all that had once been Ferlix. (Again, why didn't they just fight to the death like every other medieval family?) Things came to a head in 1160, when Cadwallon kidnapped Einion Clud and sent him in chains to Owain Gwynedd, the aptly-named King of Gwynedd, who in turn pawned him off on King Henry II. Eventually, Einion Clud either escaped or was released. It's not certain which of these occurred, but what is certain is that by 1165, Einion Clud was once again ruling Elfael, and at the Battle of Corwen the two brothers fought together against King Henry under the leadership of Owain Gwynedd. Politics are fucking weird.

There would be no happy ending, however. Hugh De Mortimer's son Roger was swearing revenge on his father's enemies. You might take this to mean King Henry, who kicked Hugh De Mortimer out of Ferlix in 1155, but no, Roger was actually a big fan of Henry II and had fought for the King during the Revolt of 1173. No, Roger wanted revenge on the guys who ruled Ferlix after his dad got yanked. The timeline here is a bit weird, but what's certain is that Roger De Mortimer killed Cadwallon in 1179. He also killed Einion Clud, but I wasn't able to find out when. I found a source saying that Roger killed Einion Clud after his father died, but Hugh De Mortimer died in 1181 and my reading on Cadwallon says that he was the prince of both Maelienydd and Elfael at the time of his death, which would only be possible if Einion Clud died before 1179. In fact, Cadwallon is said to have been ambushed by Roger's men in Elfael.

Anyway, that's all the history we care about for our purposes. Maybe I'm reading too much into things, but the fact that medieval Wales has the Lord of Elfael getting kidnapped by his brother seems a bit on the nose.

In Welsh history, the Anarchy leaves three of Madog's sons dead and the survivors are on opposing feudal factions. The Lord of Elfael is kidnapped by his brother.

In Elden Ring, the death of Marika's son sparks the Shattering, turning every remaining demigod against each other. The Lord of Elphael is kidnapped by his brother.

Either Miyazaki and Germ are fucking Super Saiyan level Welsh history scholars, or this is just an absurd coincidence. Either way, it's cool.

(tiny sidenote: this part is DEFINITELY conspiracy, but isn't it funny that our kidnapped lord has a sibling who rules Maelienydd??? Doesn't that sound a bit like... Malenia??? Obviously Malenia doesn't do the kidnapping in ER, but the names line up a bit too well...)

Sorry Niko, this is way more than you bargained for.

[disciplesofthelamb]

[Wow i am on a roll!!!! I really need to get more sleep.]

[Anyway uhhhh more silas and dotty under the cut]

Silas just couldn't seem to fall asleep tonight, kept awake by his own persistent thoughts. He decided to get up and grab a book from his shelf, maybe some fresh air would calm him down.

He stepped outside, sitting down right beside the front door of his hut. He opened the book to the page that he had previously marked.

Yet Silas found himself not doing much reading at all, he much preferred to simply watch the cult grounds at night time. It was usually so lively, so active and crowded. But right now was a direct contrast from that, it was almost completely silent, save for the usual night ambient noise. The warm and soft glow of the decorative lanterns were somehow comforting to him, along with the few fireflies that showed up here and there.

But that peace was soon interrupted when Silas's ear twitched at a sound coming from his hut. Footsteps.

It was the new disciple that had just moved in, so soon after the last one too. What was her name again? Poppy? Lottie? Something like that. Needless to say he didn't like her, he found her energetic and positive attitude exhausting. He had his doubts about her, there's no way anyone is that happy all of the time.

"Going somewhere?" He asked, glancing back to his book.

Dotty seemed startled, she hadn't noticed him. "Silas! What're you doing awake?"

"I could ask you the exact same."

"I'm just... Stepping out to... pee."

He looked back at her like she had just insulted his mother, actually, that might've offended him less. "Ah of course. And do you always use the outhouse with a fully packed bag?"

"Yes.... No." She sighed, giving up on her lie halfway through. "Alright fine, I'm going for a walk."

A walk? He doubted she meant around the cult if she had packed a bag. "And who gave you permission to do such a thing?"

".... The Lamb?" Oh, perhaps she hadn't given up on lying after all.

"So if I ask them about this, I'm assuming there won't be any problems?"

"Nope! None at all." She must think that he was born yesterday, or that he'd be kind enough to go along with her lies for her sake. Foolish mistake, to expect grace from him.

"Fortunately for you, I don't care nearly enough to concern myself with your whereabouts."

"Really? Thank you!" She beamed, odd response given that he just said he didn't care about her.

"...But I know who would. If you plan on making this a habit, then I might just need some encouragement to keep my mouth shut." That made her frown once again. Good, that smile was starting to bother him.

"Oh, c'mon! I made you a bracelet, aren't we friends?"

Friends? With her? What a ridiculous idea, it was almost laughable.

"..."

"I'll let you be on your way now, goodnight." He said, getting up to head back inside.

"I know what you're hiding." That made him stop in his tracks, was he hearing things? There's no way that vaguely threatening statement came from someone who uses the word "golly" on a daily basis. He turned back around to face her.

"... What?"

"Under your bed, in a little wooden box." She continued, her tone almost felt empty now, devoid its previous annoying cheeriness.

"You were in my bedroom?"

"You didn't actually think that flimsy little lock would stop anything, did you?" Noted, he should get better locks.

"Looks like we both have our secrets... And it would be a real shame if The Lamb found out..." She said, her smile far too sweet for her words. "I'll keep yours if you keep mine. Deal?"

He was almost impressed, maybe she wasn't as incompetent as he first thought. "You're a treacherous little thing, aren't you? ...Well played, you have earned my silence."

"Ehehehe... Goodnight, Silas. Sweet dreams."

... What a freak. Maybe he should avoid her from now on.

[smile-files]

ok so i loved the new episode <33

my only thought is that. idk. they haven't been really utilizing td since she joined... like teardrop got some cool stuff in episode 2 but only a teensy bit in episode 3 and absolutely nothing in this episode. it might just be my view on things but i think the best thing for their character in this scenario is how they would interact with the other contestants... and jnj isn't really doing that... again there was some interesting stuff in ep 2 but in 3 and 4 she was just kind of safe in the challenge and that's it. we barely have anything about what's going on with td and very little about what the others think of them which is a shame... what's going on in her head? like golly i'm biased as sin but surely anyone can agree that if you single out a character at the beginning of the season you can expect that that character will get some significant focus. and yeah she got bfb post-split screentime but you can't seriously tell me she doesn't deserve screentime now - the show has always done her dirty and things are only now coming around for her... like maybe i'm being idealistic but i was just hoping we'd get to see td's transformation in action a little bit. like please jnj i feel like i'm being dragged along here. give me significant developments regarding teardrop's relationships with contestants she's not necessarily best friends with. pretty please

[onewomancitadel]

The worst view in the Tumblr UI update is /blog/ which I use the most because it's where I post from. Information on the left-hand column is doubled up on the right, and information is displayed twice, and every time I reload this page (I am bad with tabs please don't look at my shame) the Accounts tab pops open again even if it's been previously shut.

I think they're stuck between a rock and a hard place PR-wise (Not Like the Other Social Medias) particularly when converging on homogeneity in design less looks like natural convergence towards best practice and more towards 'you are baby and you need big number to press and then you press the big number over and over'. Basically the Cookie Clicker philosophy of modern design.

I've seen some of the designers on Tumblr be completely open about the fact they are trying to do the impossible (user-funded social media) which has never been done before, so they're not completely committed to abandoning the website, but golly gee I think the reaction Tumblr veterans have had to the changes isn't really comparable to 'put the reblog button back on top' and also, it's just really really bad timing. I also think that the whole psychology behind 'the way users are supposed to interact with a website' is a bit backwards and takes a lot of shortcuts, but I don't really expect commercially-driven psychology to really view people in that complex a way.

The question I have is that 'why do people interact differently now from ten years ago', which includes when Tumblr was sold for a billion dollars. That includes marked population shift in userbase and higher aspirations of desired userbase, but I also think that a lot of this stuff is cultivated, and it's not like the issue before with Tumblr was 'people are too stupid to use it and also it's not Twitter'. People are used to Twitter because they used Twitter, not because Twitter had the best design. And so on.

[wytfut]

Devin

Yesterday, at the Whitefootarosa, a spontaneous event took place here. 

Because of everything that happened, a side story appeared. 

My oldest, his wife Katie, Nephew Devin, his brother Brendan, Great nephew Tate, grand daughter Everly, and my hunny were all present. The pooches were overwhelmed with strange people, and smells, and tons of play time.

At the spur of the moment, with everyone hanging out having some beers (no not me, I’m on hydracodone), Jake decided to order up some pizza, as it was late afternoon. 

The laughs were happening. Kids were having a ball. Food was great.... just a wonderful sudden event at the end of a day. And perfect NebraXi weather.

In conversation, all sorts of crazy stories were hitting the floor. I was in tears many times, as were most. 

One story in particular, which I laughed my butt off to, really hit home with this grumpy ass, as I remembered the reference to a prior time ....    later in the evening just before bed. 

Nephew Devin, is one of my favorite characters involved with my life. No he does not take place of any of my sons. Actually I have a hard time explaining where he fits, but when you boil it all down, does it really matter. I love my kids to death, but good golly, Devin is right in there.

Devin’s part of my life is a lot about timing. My boys all good kids, are hard working. Life takes time. Devin with his screw ball hours with Lincoln Public Schools, he’s around when they cannot. And vice versa. His weekends can be free, as his work days during the week don’t start until late morning. He gets a real chance at getting the “hunny dews” done. Where as most of us others, play catch up every single weekend.

He’s family loyal and orientated. Translation..... he all about family, and makes huge efforts to show his support... probably to a fault at times, that most likely throws his Wife Jenny off kilter, trying to understand. 

I’ve worked side by side with him hard, with no whimpering. Even if he didn’t understand the process. 

I’ve seen him places within family events, that as a person you wouldn’t expect him... all shined up, and representing the honor.  

Yup, hes that guy, the guy you want on your team.

His story he told:

“Uncle Bruce and I were working on my “X”, and he said (I said), Devin when you were young, I really didn’t care for you very much......”

Yeah... I said that, and in this context, it really sounds horrible. In Devins context, it came out hilarious, and everyone cracking up. I thought Jake was going to hork up a lung he was laughing so hard.

I remember when I said that,....  and feel I should be a bit shamed. But I’m not. Truth be known I consider it one of my best moments.... 

At that very moment, deep into X thoughts and procedure, I had this overwhelming urge to tell this young man that I was proud to know him, and that I consider him a very good friend/colleague/family. 

Yeah.... I love the guy. And Yeah, back in the day, it took me a lot of effort just to be in the same room with him.    Isn’t that a conundrum....   SMH!!

So he told this story. The belly laughs rolled. I said nothing, I did laugh hard though. And remembered that specific story, and smiled to myself.

I’m beaming.... pretty proud of that guy. Thanx Devin for bringing back that good memory. 

[sirserpentine]

While each second that Valentino spent mourning his back meant more time for Angel Dust to enjoy himself, Pentious still found himself baulking at the moth's tired display.

Valentino, back bent and huffing and puffing, looked like he had been tasked with lifting nothing less than a pregnant tyrannosaurus rex. Pentious' many eyes lowered down upon his tail, now snugly seated and hanging off the counter. Hefty, yes, he could admit that.

But surely he wasn't that heavy, was he?

A sudden, insecurity-laced shame pricked at his insides. FAT insides. Golly. Pentious did like his cakes. A lot. Perhaps to the excess. Especially after committing to sobriety. Perhaps he should go on a bit of a diet after the ball.

No, focus!

He tried to push these thoughts away. There were more pressing matters to attend to. He could try and fail to watch his figure tomorrow.

Pentious whirred his tail into action again, whisking it in a cheerful manner, before bringing its tip to brush over Valentino's head. Pat pat. Good job, you dirty wench.

"I certainly am. What an impressssssive cavalier you are," he cooed.

Pentious leaned forward a little bit, feigning a flirtatious and eager smile. One hand coyly brushing at his hood while the other lay delicately on the counter.

"Pray tell, what kind of a man is to your liking?"

He expected a monosyllabic answer, if any. But any time was valuable here!

"Mmm--- Lift you?" Valentino balked, more or less taken out of the mood by the absurdity of the request alone. Alright-- the request itself wasn't absurd, but he had to wonder if Pentious was seeing what he was seeing, and just how strong the man thought he was.

Tittering lightly, Val's red eyes dropped down to where Pentious' hands held his and then went past that and a little behind, glued like a vice to the serpent's whirling tail.

That was the problem.

Valentino was strong, in a reasonable, believable sort of way. He had some lean muscle, and was tall and robust, and lifting someone like Vox or Angel was something he could do so easily he rarely thought about it when he did it. It was something normal, like second nature to him.

Still, he was skinny. Getting that huge, ungainly tail up onto the counter was going to be a job.

The pimp worked himself back down from his shock, tepid little smile on his face to keep the snake guessing. Hands pulled away (all of them) and repositioned themselves where he thought would make his newfound 'friend' easier to pick up: three on the tail, one on Pentious' lower back so his top half didn't smack him in the face.

"Easy," Val said, bent a little, and then took a deep breath, eyeing his own reflection in the giant mirror as he prepared to heave. He was so glad that Pentious' back was to the mirror, that he himself had four arms, and that the older gent whose tail he was now gripping had no way of knowing just how doubtful Val was of his own capability here.

"... Hold onto me," Valentino instructed. "One, two..."

He lifted him, and a sharp pain shot through his back! Bug eyes flew open wide with surprise, white fur sticking up in laughable addition to the almost comical grimace that dominated his whole face.

"... Threeeeee...!"

Val's legs wobbled; he teetered precariously for a moment, and then hauled Sir Pentious onto the counter and immediately let go, spinning round and sucking breath in through his teeth. One hand pressed into his back to alleviate the pain. Thank goodness it was over!

"You... like a strong man," the moth breathed out, panting as he blinked up at him. "You're so lucky you found... me."

[finniestoncrane]

How do you think the Riddlers would react to the Reader suddenly flashing them out of nowhere? Like, they're minding their own business, working on their funny little riddles, and then all of the sudden, their naughty darling of a partner just surprises him with a sexy display of their titties.

Riddlers x Flashing

Riddler Headcanons i think the riddlers would all be pleased to see any kind of titties on any kind of bodies on any kind of gender and i for one agree with them request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: sex work, suggestive language, daddy!kink

unburied

uh...sure! you have anything else you'd like to show him? oh come on! he's kidding, but only a little but, especially if you're into it. are you into it? aw come on look at him! he's just a little guy, don't you wanna show a little guy a really good time? he promises he's not little where it counts and if you lift your shirt again he can show you just how not little he is. ok ok ok stop hitting him he'll stop

dano

in the middle of his stream? was he really ranting on about injustice for so long that this was the only way you could get his attention? well it worked. sorry guys, got to go, keep up the creepy incel vibes i have to bounce because of reasons, well two reasons...ok now you have his attention and he's got his little heart eyes on. if only tits had been enough to truly stop him, they would have been awarded medals of honour

gotham

oh golly. oh my. oh d-dear, uh...he has to go. right now. he'll be right back. and please don't think he's not interested or that you've put him off! he just has to...he has to...give him two seconds! uh while you wait, here's a riddle! i am brothers with shame, by a different name, blood in a rush, i can make your cheeks blush, what am i? wait! blood rushing to cheeks...nowhere else...

arkham

he is very aware that he hasn't stopped working for seven hours straight but he wants to get this finished, so if you could just pass that wrench and then-oh...ok, maybe he has a few minutes to take a break. no no! don't put them away. fine then, spoil sport. but you know he has a photographic memory, right? he'll be filing this away for those long nights behind the soldering iron

twojar

hey. don't ever do that again, ok? he's over here working so hard, trying to focus on his plans, and you're going to come in here and expose yourself and then expect him to be able to ignore how hot you are? why don't you come a little bit closer and do it again? he can show you how to really tease someone. he's grateful you're returning the favour though, he knows how much you like it when he has his shirt open (which is always)

telltale

double take. awkward averting of his eyes. desperately trying to pretend that he either hasn't notice or doesn't care. he's just going to go straight back to what he was doing without saying anything, like nothing even happened. but his mouth is very dry and his voice cracks the next time he has to speak, and everything he does is slightly wrong, miscalculations, fumbling, he can't seem to focus and i wonder why...

young justice

"m-mommy..." uh sorry, now he has no idea what he was just doing, or thinking, or who he even is, or WAIT don't...don't pull your shirt back down i-if that's ok? and no that's nothing in his pants, it's just the way the seams sit, he's fine! he's totally seen someone shirtless before in real life, of course he has! he's just blushing because your *insert dumb word for breasts here because he was too scared to say tits, probably says boobies tbh* are the nicest he's ever seen

capullo

ok...? so...? do you think you get something special for this? you should just be doing this regularly. in fact take the whole shirt off, for the rest of the day you're both going to be walking around nude in case the mood takes him. but get out of the way he's watching tv, they're broadcasting a documentary about him and he thinks he's really gonna like how he comes off, especially in the mugshots they have of him

[frogtanii]

a roar of competitive cheers burst from your hospital room, the boys all piled up on your bed playing in a smash tournament on bokuto’s switch. it was rather endearing to watch the good and grown men argue about which princess was a better competitor (rosalina, obviously, despite not being an actual princess) and, in sakusa’s case, pouting like a sore loser when his favorite — daisy — wasn’t even regarded as a real threat.

he absolutely dominated the next round in retaliation, to the group’s chagrin.

you eventually decided to take a break, the stuffiness and loudness of the room getting to you. the boys, while giving you a variety of concerned looks, respected your decision, leaving you to wander out of your space, clad in the semi revealing hospital gown and fuzzy yellow socks.

it was less than convenient to trudge around with your iv attached to your arm but you didn’t mind. the struggle kept your mind off of what you dubbed as The Incident™, weird as it sounded.

for some reason, the smallest things helped keep you occupied, thanks to your vigilance. your call with doctor yamada definitely helped, his sarcastic, biting nature criticizing some random kdrama had you cackling in your seat until your throat was (even more) sore.

at first, you felt a bit awkward calling him when you physically couldn’t speak but he took it in stride, filling up the silence with his commentary that was much, much appreciated.

actually, all the boys had been surprisingly good about your predicament. it took a moment for bokuto and suga to get used to your lack of responses but they eventually grew accustomed to it and even relished your minuscule reactions to one of their jokes or funny quips.

you were actually, finally, enjoying your time with your housemates and it felt good.

well, not all of your housemates. daichi was a given. you’d seen very little of him after the dinner, only laying eyes on him when he visited your hospital bed when he thought you were sleeping. the look of remorse and shame written all over his face was burned into your memory and you made a mental note to find a way to have a conversation with him in an attempt to clear the air.

while daichi’s situation at least made sense, kenma’s did not. you missed him deeply, and you had no idea what to do or say to fix what had been broken. apparently, both kuroo and sakusa had attempted to reach out, but they were quickly shut down. you could tell kuroo was more hurt than he let on, occasionally catching the tail-end of intense conversation between him and omi, but they were both quick to slap on a smile and change the subject as not to worry you when you made your presence known.

you appreciated their concern, you did, but kenma was your friend too and you desperately wanted to know what you could do to help.

a deep sigh left your lips, the action only causing a slight twinge in your throat as you meandered through the cold halls. your brain started to hurt as you thought more and more about it, stress climbing up your spine and burrowing at the base of your skull.

annoying, you thought, your eye twitching in irritation. headaches sucked mad ass and you were not looking forward to the hell of the one that was building up as you walked.

turning down another hallway, you abruptly stopped, your iv screeching to halt interrupting the hushed conversation that a certain someone was having at the far end of the corridor.

kenma!

kenma twisted towards you, his feline eyes widening in surprise as he whispered a hushed goodbye to whoever he was speaking to before shoving his phone into his pocket and staring at you in shock, pain, and most prominently,

guilt.

pure, unadulterated guilt permeated from all over him, the stench coming off of him in waves. you nearly flinched at the sight of him, the deep circles under his eyes practically broadcasting his struggle to the whole world.

your name dropped from his lips in a low whisper, his immediate reaction afterwards leading you to believe he hadn’t meant to say it aloud at all.

you chanced a step forward at his utterance, and then another and another until you were face to face with each other. you felt his eyes searching yours but you made sure to keep your face neutral if not for the blatant worry written all over it.

his plush bottom lip was pulled in between his teeth as his hands twitched by his sides as if he wasn’t exactly sure where to put them. you let out a soft breath at the sight, kind of hoping he would just give you a hug like it looked like he wanted to.

but, kenma held back, waiting for you to do something, to say something (not that you could) to absolve this horribly tense silence that the pair of you were now enshrouded in.

gently peeling your fingers from your iv stand, you lifted them to sign in the small space between your chests, in clear view of his observant gaze.

you recalled with fondness when a handful of the house members had decided to learn a bit of sign language, just in case someone was in a panic attack and became nonverbal. the impromptu learning session had been so much fun that the group had began regularly meeting to expand their sign language vocabulary and fluency until you all were at least semi fluent (in all the ways that mattered at least).

kenma was a member of that group and you’d throughly enjoyed his witty remarks throughout the lesson and his occasional cute little giggles that were liberally interspersed into conversation. that kenma was in such stark contrast to this kenma that it was almost jarring as he watched your hands with rapt attention, awaiting anything you had to say.

i missed you, you began slowly, not missing the way his eyes immediately became glassy and his hands tightened to fists by his sides.

“you shouldn’t,” he replied, his voice deep and gritty. “not after what i did.”

you cocked your head in confusion at his words. what he did? you had no idea what he was talking about but you were determined to get to the bottom of it if that was what was making him avoid you like this.

what did you do?

kenma’s jaw clenched, the guilt that had faded away for a moment, coming back full force. “i... i did this to you...” he motioned to the healing bruises on your neck and the iv stand still by your side.

now you were even more perplexed. he wasn’t the one who cornered you in the bathroom so what could he possibly be going on about? unprompted, your mind flashed back to that night, the moment where you were heading off to the bathroom, meeting kenma’s eyes for a second when you did.

oh.

was that what he was feeling so horribly about? that he saw you go into the bathroom? that was hardly news and nothing to be up in arms about unless he also saw meiko go in after you and...

double oh.

suddenly, all his behavior started making sense. kenma felt guilty because he believed he was somehow responsible for allowing this horrible thing to happen to you.

oh, honey, you signed quickly, driven to get your point across without him interrupting. you didn’t do this to me. meiko did.

kenma opened his mouth to protest but you didn’t let him, one of your hands coming up to cover his lips. he let out a muffled protest, his breath hot against your palm, eyes wide in bewilderment.

“listen to me kenma. you are not at fault here,” your voice screamed at you to stop speaking but not yet, not until you were done. “i know for a fact that if you knew what meiko was going to do, you wouldn’t have let me go.... you are good kenma, so good.”

his whole body shuddered at your words, all but collapsing into you, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you tightly.

if you faintly felt the shoulder of your hospital getting damp, you didn’t say anything, content to let him hold onto you and cry it out.

after a minute or two, he sniffled and pulled away from you, his face red and puffy but content. “you shouldn’t have talked idiot,” kenma chided gently, a soft smile on his face.

you just gave him an apologetic shrug and a hastily signed “sorry” before waving him off to your hospital room, sending him a smile as he meandered off in that direction. you didn’t follow, figuring he and the boys needed some time alone to reconnect without your presence there.

taking a hold of your iv pole again, you continued on your way while staring out the window, watching the tiny birds fly by. unfortunately, your little birdwatching stint sent you careening into a hard body, your feet losing their grip on the slippery ground as you stumbled to the floor.

a quick glance up at the perpetrator had your apology dying in your throat. it was osamu, looking every bit as bewildered as you expected him to, a small jello cup in one hand and a spork in the other.

you couldn’t keep your scowl from off your face as you waved away his helpful arm, completely missing the flash of hurt that appeared across his smooth skin. “please, let me help ya,” he tried again, this time earning a physical slap on the arm, visibly recoiling at the contact.

“leave me the fuck alone osamu,” you growled before picking yourself back up and starting to stroll away but you quickly stopped in your tracks, turning your head to give him a menacing grin. “if you fuck with atsumu again, i swear on bokuto jr, i will castrate you and feed you your sorry, wrinkly ballsack on a silver platter.”

with that you were gone, head held high and a wide grin on your face as osamu watched, his heart flipping annoyingly in endearment. he breathed a deep sigh and slid to the floor of the hall before popping open his jello and taking a bite.

your reaction was well deserved but he couldn’t help praying and hoping that things would change between the two of you.

change for the better. change for good.

℗ poker face

change for the better

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an - GOLLY GEE THIS WAS A LONG ONE BHT KENMA!!!!!! and samu >:( anYWAYS SLEEP IS CALLING MY NAME, LEMME KNOW WHAT U THINK <3333 don’t forget to feed me :3 also pls kenma’s secret not so secret praise thing :00

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[chocoenvy]

Lmao I saw the "When reader likes to sing but is shy about it" Imagine the part where they were listening to the door and then suddenly the door opens making them fall down the room...

What would be Reader's reaction?

this is so cute thank you for the ask :D! i don't think this is that good but it's the thought that counts and my golly gosh is the idea so adorable.

warnings: cult-ish behavior, fluff!

You were singing as usual, left suspiciously alone in the room.

That's right, you had caught onto the fact that something was up. Was there a problem they didn't want you to know about? Were they convinced you weren't their god? Did they think you were an imposter?

Despite you wanting to sing a bit more, you decided to let go of it. Especially if it was as important as them thinking you were an imposter. Or maybe even something happening outside of your teapot home.

So when you were left alone, you waited a bit before singing. Just humming and mumbling words.

Then you quietly got up and walked to door silently.

The last thing you expected when you opened the door was a pile of bodies falling on top of you.

"Your grace!" At least a dozen voices cried out in shame and worry.

You blinked at the faces staring back at you, a few pairs of hands helped you out.

"What..?" You stared helpessly confused at all of them.

"We're sorry your grace!" Hu Tao shouted, bowing down low.

"Sorry your grace!" Voices echoed after her, bowing as well.

You blinked confused, your eyes shifting between the dozen of acolytes before you, "What... what were you doing?" Your voice was strained, the confusion of just... whatever this was... it was too much to process.

They all hesitated. None of them wanted to be the one to tell you.

Like children, they elbowed Zhongli to the front. "You do it." They hissed, "You're oldest."

Zhongli lowered his head like an ashamed child, "We... we were listening to you sing your grace."

After a moment of silence, your face lit up in flames. Turning a bright red, burning with heat. "Y-you were... li-listening to me sing?" You muttered, barely stuttering it out.

Shamefully, they nodded their heads.

"I- I'm- it's- so- I-" You struggled before burying your head in your hands and groaning. "It's-" You couldn't put your thoughts into words.

"Sorry, but your voice is really pretty!" Venti smiled sweetly.

You shook your head, burying it further in your hands. "T-thanks..." You muttered, your voice barely audible.

You doubted your voice for quite a bit after that despite the constant and loving praise you recieved. Your acolytes weren't sure if they were dissapointed in themselves for listening to you sing without you knowing, or for being caught. Because for quite a while afterwards you outright refused to sing unless you were 100% sure that no one was around. Which you never were.

That is until one day, Klee and you were in Springvale. You had caught a bunch of fish and were munching on it. Absentmindedly, you started humming.

Klee immediately quieted down which caused you to stop.

She looked at you with adoration sparkling in her eyes. "Please continue your grace!"

"Ah..." Your face heated up at the fact that she had heard you, "Uhm... okay... it's a song I think you'll like." You smiled nervously.

It was just Klee, you reminded yourself, she'd never hurt or make fun of you.

You hummed the rest of the song, singing the chorus out loud.

Klee started humming some parts with you once she got the hang of it. You smiled brightly at how cute she was singing.

"That's called Let the Wind Tell You*." You said with a wide smile, "I like it a lot."

Klee nodded enthusiastically, "Klee likes it a lot too! Thank you for singing and teaching me the song your grace!"

"Please Klee," You sighed, still smiling, "You don't have to call me your grace. I have a name."

Klee's smile faltered, "But Albedo said to always call you that."

You huffed, "Of course he did. Well, you're just a kid. It's good that you're listening to him but I'd like you to call me by my name instead of titles. If you want to of course." You smiled softly.

Klee grinned brightly, jumped up, and wrapped her tiny arms around your neck.

"If you want me to call you by your name I will!" Klee said, "And I'll sing with you and listen to you sing anytime! Thank you so much for this...!"

"(y/n)" You smiled.

"Thank you (y/n)!"

[coonhoundcat]

Two in a Cell | Villain x Hero Snippet

Villain looked up from their copy of the dictionary, frowning at the colorful heap newly chucked onto their center rug.

They sighed, placing the tome off to the side as Hero pried themselves off the floor.

"You have to stop-- they're LYING. Please-" Hero wrenched themselves up and stumbled to the forcefield, crashing face-first into the solid, albeit transparent wall. They would not be passing back through to the other side.

The guards didn't bother staying to watch.

"I didn't expect to see you here so soon."

Hero ignored them entirely, taking to slamming their fists against the energy field again and again, growling in frustration.

Villain watched the accompanying blue sparks for a minute or so, barely entertained. They used to be quite beautiful, but they'd lost their charm somewhere between the ninth and tenth time Villain had lashed out in desperation. "Mayor's 'iron grip' must be getting pretty tight out there, yeah?" Villain laughed a little to themselves, a bitterness clawing at their teeth. "I honestly thought they'd have a bigger budget than this, though."

Hero grunted in response, preparing to slam themselves bodily into the energy wall.

"Maybe they're just being cheap. 'If the dogs have close enough powers, they might as well share the same container'. That kind of thing."

Hero slammed full-on into the barrier. The field stopped them dead, sending out a storm of sparks and a faint scent of smoke. Hero stood trembling a moment, shoulder to the wall, before sliding to their knees with a groan.

"Though I'd say I'm more of a Doberman, myself, and you're a cocker spaniel-" Villain approached casually, "but it looks like you're still too big to fit under the garden fence, little doggie." They leant down, extending a helping, if limp-wristed, hand. "Shame. If only you'd been a chihuahua."

Hero rubbed tenderly at their shoulder, levelling a suspicious frown at the offered limb. After a moment, they hesitantly reached out.

Only to have Villain yank the proffered hand away, a smirk spreading across their face. "And what do we say?"

"Shut up."

"That doesn't sound like 'aw, golly gee, butter my sorry ass buns, you were right the whole time, Villain!'"

They extended the hand again, this time with an eye-roll to counter Hero's glower. "But I really should know better than to expect decency from you."

Hero's hand met theirs with a clap, fingers sliding up to grip just above the wrist.

"Good boy-" Villain yanked them up and in with force, sending Hero staggering straight into their chest. Villain threw an arm around their back, fingers digging harshly into their collar, breath teasing at the edge of Hero's earlobe. "... Everything in this place has been so dull, dear. The tasteless pigs don't give me anything interesting. So nice to finally have some art."

Despite the heavy breathing and stiff stance, Villain could hear the absolutely stupid-ass grin in Hero's voice. "You're not that bad."

Vindictively, Villain blew directly into their ear, relishing in the immediate panicked thrashing as Hero pulled away, those delicious red patches breaking out across their cheeks.

"Don't DO that-"

"So sensitive~"

[drainthehero]

Superman meets the Parasite. Ch 5 (Fin)

With the Parasite out of the room, Superman dragged himself over to the unconscious form of Jimmy and managed to shake him weakly, attempting to wake the young man.

“Jimmy,” groaned Superman. “You need to wake up.”

Jimmy finally started to rouse, and shook his head groggily has he took in his surroundings. “Wha… where?” he asked as the confusion kept his mind clouded.

Superman brought Jimmy up to speed as quickly as possible, given his own weakness and Jimmy’s reduced concentration. When he had finished, Jimmy’s face was pure fear and concern, as he looked at the diminutive form of his hero and realized that Superman would not be saving him this time around. “So… uhhh… what do we do?”

Superman had dragged himself to where a sliver of sunlight streamed in through a narrow opening high above. “Jimmy,” he said, “there may be a way out of this.” He hesitated before continuing “I… errr. That is, I think you should suck my cock and drink my cum.”

Jimmy’s face immediately registered shock at the surprising request, before it was washed away by lust driven by years of pent-up desire within the young man. Confusion finally won and Jimmy cursed himself even as he asked, “golly Superman, are you sure this is the right time for a…” he blushed as he said the word to his heroic icon, “blowjob?”

Superman had the decency to blush but pressed on, confident in the prescient nature of his vision. “I believe it is possible for me to transfer my powers to you through my sperm Jimmy – a bizarre side effect of Parasite’s power effecting me.”

Jimmy failed to hide the unadulterated look of lust on his face as he ignored their peril and gave in to the excitement, nodding. “Well, if you think it might work…”

No sooner had the agreement been reached than Jimmy set to work. By the time Superman’s tights were around his ankles the Man of Steel was already standing at full attention in readiness.

The young photographer let out a gasp causing the Man of Steel to blush with a familiar shame as he recalled that Jimmy had been unconscious during his earlier public exposure and small cock shaming at the hands of the Parasite.

Jimmy’s eyes were temporarily locked onto the diminutive Cock of Steel as it stretched its proud but limited length up the muscled abdomen, before he attempted to cover his shock and look away.

“I… uhh…” stumbled Jimmy as his mind raced at the sight of the tiny cock in front of him. He had naturally fantasized about the muscular hero many times and never had he even contemplated that Superman could be so small.

“Jimmy,” sighed Superman as he realized there was no more time to waste. “I know it’s not what you expected, but we don’t have much time.”

The young photographer moved his eyes away from the dicklet and drank in the sight of the partially restored physique of his hero before nodding once and dropping himself down onto the little shaft. Jimmy was clearly experienced and when he adjusted for the smaller size he quickly set to lashing the balls and head with his strong tongue.

Superman felt the entirety of his shaft engulfed within the hot young mouth and started to moan as the tongue assaulted him. The attention immediately took him back to the vivid dream he’d had and he felt himself instantly leaking precum into the eager mouth.

“Mmmnhh,” groaned Jimmy as he ran his hands over the firm muscles of his hero and felt them tense as Superman rewarded Jimmy with a muscle show for the excellent blowjob.

“God that feels good Jimmy. Do you like it when I flex for you?” As he said the words, the Man of Steel tightly tensed his muscles which felt almost hard and impervious once more.

Jimmy was lost in the worship and could merely moan with delight as he continued to lash the smooth balls and shaft while they moved around his mouth. Superman enjoyed the worship and focused his efforts on rewarding the young man’s touch with his hard firm response. He noticed that Jimmy’s moaning and groaning took his mind off his embarrassment at his tiny cock and his comfort increased he drifted closer and closer to orgasm.

Jimmy knew time was of the essence so gave the Cock of Steel all the attention his well honed skills could provide. Even though the shaft was small, Superman’s returning powers made it hard as steel and Jimmy was able to be rough without causing any pain. He used his teeth and jaw to work the muscle and was rewarded by groans and exclamations from Superman.

Superman finally felt the familiar sensation as his breathing shallowed and he uttered a quick warning, “Jimmy I’m close.” The only response was an excited growl as the sucking sensation on the hard shaft increased.

Jimmy switched his attention to suck directly on the uncut head of the Cock of Steel, with one hand tightly squeezing the balls. Superman felt his eyes roll back and he let out a guttural cry as he carefully felt his balls move up and he emptied his load into the waiting mouth.

Jimmy knew his reward was close. Though he had never sucked a cock this small before, it was completely worth it to be running his hands over that sexy hard body. He sucked harder and harder as the climax approached and as he felt the first warm shot enter his mouth he quickly wrapped two fingers around the shaft and sucked on the head to milk every last drop of that sweet Kryptonian love juice.

Superman felt ecstasy wrack his body but was careful in how he tensed his now strengthening body. His back arched and his toes wriggled in their boots as the hot mouth drained him of every last drop it could find.

After what seemed like an eternity Jimmy slumped over onto his back in exhaustion, breathing heavily but with a grin plastered on his handsome face.

Superman was in a similar state of bliss. Before either could say anything the Parasite entered the room. “I guess my hunch was right, Superfag. You were willing to sacrifice yourself and your powers to save this pitiful mortal and the first thing you do after I leave you both alone for a few minutes is get him to blow that tiny excuse for a dick.”

Realising he was as strong as he would be allowed to get, the Man of Steel wasted no time and launched himself toward the villain, landing a heavy blow to his jaw, causing him to lift up and fly back and hit the wall with a satisfying crack. He quickly moved in to follow up with a second bone crunching punch to the jaw as the villain slumped limply, out cold.

Superman hovered over the villain, with his now soft cock hanging out as there had been no time to reposition his briefs. He quickly scanned the room for ways to restrain and transport the villain while keeping his distance.

He was broken from his concentration by a sharp pain. Looking down he saw the strong hand of Rudy wrapped firmly around his balls and the Man of Steel cried out in real pain as the villain simultaneously squeezed and drained using that one hand.

“Arrghhh! No! Oh god… my balls!” Superman made the high-pitched cry as his hands moved instinctively to protect his vulnerable jewels.

Rudy, who had clearly been less affected by the punches than he pretended, stood and placed one hand around the throat of Superman as he continued to apply pressure to the Balls of Steel. “Look into my eyes, Superman. I want to watch those big blue pools as I squeeze your little lumps.”

Mostly in reflex, Superman looked into the eyes of the villain and felt the hand tighten around his balls. “Arrghh… urrgggh. Ooohhhhh… aarrghhhhh.” He gurgled while he struggled in vain against the far stronger villain.

As Rudy watched the handsome face of the hero contort in pain, a few tears escaped Superman’s eye and Rudy felt his own cock grow from the excitement. He squeezed even harder and the Man of Steel screamed out in pain yet again as he gave the villain a pleading look, imploring him to stop the terrible torture.

“Do you want me to stop Superman? Beg me to leave your balls alone.”

Superman was in far too much pain to even pretend. “Rudy. I beg you, please stop crushing my balls… the pain… it’s unbearable.”

As Superman complied and said the words Rudy felt his cock harden again so he applied renewed pressure to the orbs, feeling them give way and change shape between his thumb and finger as the Man of Steel cried out weakly and almost passed out from the pain.

“Your tiny balls are like little nuts I could so easily crack open. They feel amazing. Fucking that super ass again is going to feel great.”

Superman could only look down into the eyes of his captor, weak and helpless as his arms hung uselessly at his side. “P.. Please… don’t. No... Mercy.” His handsome face contorted once more as the pain of his crushed balls overwhelmed his nerves.

Jimmy had observed the exchange but had felt a strange feeling washing over his body causing his muscles not to respond. The feeling finally passed and he felt an immeasurable power burning and coursing through his veins. He flexed his now powerful muscles and leaped up in a graceful move.

The Parasite shifted his attention to Jimmy and noticed that he was now standing. “What’s this? The little pup thinks he’s some kind of hero does he?” Jimmy folded his muscular arms over his chest and shot the villain an impassive, almost bored look.

The Parasite could sense power brimming from the young man and tossed Superman aside like a rag, dashing over to the young photographer. When he reached Jimmy, the Parasite placed one hand onto each firm bicep and activated his power, to drink in the new source before him. A look of confusion quickly crossed his face though, as no power travelled through the bond.

Jimmy just shook his head and gave a dark look. “You need to understand your abilities more. And maybe a basic course on rudimentary physics.” Jimmy then leaned back before driving his head forward and smashing it into the skull of the Parasite, driving the villain to the ground in a heap and causing him cry out with pain.

“If either of you used your brain you would realise that the power transfer requires heat. I cooled my body almost to freezing so the energy could not transfer.” When he finished the basic lesson Jimmy delivered a kick to the stomach of the villain while he was prone on the floor adding, “no heat, no joy for you.”

“Jimmy!” cried out Superman weakly in response to the display of unnecessary aggression. “That’s not the way.”

“What!?” came the uncharacteristically direct response. He stopped to address the Man of Steel as he lay crumpled in a heap with his hands protecting his swollen balls. “You let this prick wreak havoc on the city and what was your strategy? Let him drain your powers before he fucks you one more time and hopefully that would stop him from going on a psychotic rampage?”

He blew a shot of icy breath across the body of the villain before picking him up roughly by the neck with one hand and grabbing his groin with the other, causing the villain to cry out with pain from the super powered grip.  “That should take care of that pesky little power of yours. Maybe you should get a feel of that grip from the other end?”

The Parasite placed both his hands on the wrist of Jimmy which held his balls and tried in vain to remove the hand and drain the superpowered assailant, but neither worked.

Jimmy lowered his voice to a dangerous sounding whisper. “I’m not interested in repeating myself right now, so you’d better do as I tell you.” The last comment was delivered with a powerful squeeze to Rudy’s balls, causing his eyes to water and making him cough as he practically tasted his testicles.

“Lean forward, spread your legs and present your ass, scum.” Jimmy stripped down and pressed his big hard cock up against the hole of the villain. “Eye for an eye seems about right to me.” He nodded his head in the direction of the exposed form of Superman as he added, “although I think you’ll feel this a lot more than the Cock of Steel over there.”

Blushing, Superman tried again to appeal to Jimmy to stop the violence. “Jimmy, don’t. This isn’t right.”

“Quiet Superman. I’ve watched your way and clearly it doesn’t work,” replied Jimmy in a calm voice as he shook his head. “I’m sick of being forced to watch bullies so I’m going to make sure this sick fucker never hurts anyone again. Just sit back and enjoy a little show I like to call revenge.”

Jimmy then teased his head against Rudy’s hole before spitting to lubricate. He made sure to put some super force behind it, eliciting a further cry from the suffering villain when it hit his sensitive hole.

Jimmy smacked the naked ass of the villain, “Beg me to fuck you. Tell me you want me to wreck that pathetic hole of yours with my big super cock.”

The Parasite was shaken at the treatment and struggled in vain against the super powered Jimmy. “I’m straight, man,” he said. “No one’s gonna fuck my ass.” Even though he had been regularly draining the Man of Steel, he was unable to store the drained energy and so he was now weaker than the super powered Jimmy, who was clearly unimpressed with the delay and smacked the ass again making the villain cry out as a bright red hand print appeared on his tanned ass.

“Argghhh!” he cried out in pain, then quickly decided to comply. “Uhhh,” he started uncertainly, “I need you to… uhhh… fuck my ass…” he trailed off, almost afraid of the next words.

Jimmy quickly smacked the ass again harder, hitting the same spot and making the red welt turn a purplish colour.

“Arghhhh!” cried the Parasite as tears escaped down his cheek before he screamed, “Ok! Ok! I want you to fuck me,” he paused briefly before continuing, “and wreck my hole with your big super cock!”

“Alright then. Since you asked so nicely,” said Jimmy, pulling back his hips then thrusting his rock hard and oversized cock directly at and through the virgin hole of the Parasite.

Even the little remaining super strength he had stolen was not enough to mask the pain of the violent entry, the villain screaming from the rough treatment as his practically unlubricated hole was assaulted and he felt the full girth and length of the cock plunged deep within him. Jimmy sank his entire shaft into the tight hole then reached under and viciously twisted one of the nipples of the helpless Parasite, who was now reduced to blubbering in pain.

Jimmy then dragged himself out of the Parasite and proceeded to fuck him slow and deep, ensuring he was buried to the hilt with every thrust. The villain felt his strength failing while he desperately tried to squeeze his asshole closed against the invasion but soon he hung limp and weak over the bench, much like the Man of Steel himself had during their previous encounter.

The Parasite looked over in desperation toward the mighty kryptonian, whose massive muscles were still shrunken and depleted from the recent draining and cried out, “Superman, please save me. You can’t let him do this to me.”

“Superman?” scoffed Jimmy. “He can’t even save himself from you, scum. He has no hope of saving you from me!” He once more slapped the purple bruise on the ass cheek of the Parasite. “He’s so far from Super he’s a joke!” Jimmy looked at the Man of Steel as he lay weak and helpless. “Isn’t that right,” he paused for effect, “dot dot dot Man?”

Superman could not believe his eyes as he watched the young man he admired so much be pulled into an act of such criminal hatred. “Jimmy,” he attempted once more to get through to him, “stop this. It’s not you!”

Jimmy just ignored the desperate plea and enjoyed the feeling of the tight virginal hole of the Parasite as it encased his hard shaft. “Right now, I decide what’s right. And neither of you scrawny wimps can stop me.”

Jimmy was fully lost in the moment and grabbed the dangling balls in his free hand and squeezed. Not hard enough to pulverize them, but hard enough to enhance his feeling of control and authority. Rudy just screamed a deep throaty howl as his balls were squeezed in the vice like grip and his ass continued to be plowed.

“How does it feel villain?” Jimmy asked as he fucked. “This must be almost exactly what you did to Superman. Plunging your big hard cock into his virginal ass. Did that feel good for you?” When he received a pause of silence Jimmy gave an extra squeeze to the villain’s balls causing him to yelp.

“Arrghhh! Ok, ok, yes this is exactly what I did to him. I fucked him senseless as he lay powerless and helpess under me.” His handsome face contorted in pain as Jimmy once more drove his cock deep into the villainous ass. “Arrghhhh! God, please stop. So much pain.”

The Man of Steel had dragged himself over to lap up the small sliver of sunlight trickling into the room and replaced his costume and briefs before standing up to face off against Jimmy, who was still busy plowing the villain’s ass. Superman was still extremely weak and had only recovered part of his strength and muscle mass.

“Jimmy,” he tried to assume his usual commanding tone, which was a little diminished by the bagginess of his normally tight spandex due to his slight frame and small muscles. “You need to stop this.”

Jimmy shot a glare at the Man of Steel and looked into his eyes as he continued thrusting himself into the villain. “Why? He deserves this.” Jimmy thought a moment and continued, “he actually deserves worse than this considering all the missing athletes that have been attributed to his hunger.”

A strange look mixed with anger and washed over the handsome young face. “He can count himself lucky if this is the worst I do to him, right scum?” Jimmy emphasized his point with another slap to the rump of the villain.

“Arrghhh!” cried Rudy as the super slap to his ass caused further tears to spring from his eyes. “Yes, that’s right,” he sobbed, desperate to avoid any additional punishment. “I deserve this!”

“Anyway,” continued Jimmy as he flexed his powerful body and owned the ass of the villain in front of the helpless Man of Steel. “I don’t need to do anything that you or anyone else tells me. I’m free to bring scum like this to justice as and how I choose.”

Jimmy absorbed the sight before him. The weakened form of Superman, standing helpless and impotent while he plowed the ass of the powerful villain who had terrorized so many people for so long. As he drank in the sight and felt his own unbridled power, he pulled himself out of Rudy’s ass and shot his load over the back of the Parasite, covering the villain’s ass, back and hair in his cum.

“Now, villain. If you’re ever stupid enough to show this or any other face again, just remember this. If you see me coming, you’d better tuck that bitch tail of yours between your legs and run away. Understood?” Rudy just nodded and mumbled in agreement to the vicious tone from the young man.

As Jimmy moved to exit the room, Superman called out to him. “Wait, where are you going? What are you going to do Jimmy?”

The handsome young photographer looked back briefly without warmth. “Anywhere I want. And anything I want. Oh, and don’t call me Jimmy. It’s been a wildly strange day. I think I like Bizarro now.” He exited the room and the building leaving Superman behind to ensure the safe capture of the Parasite.

[palpipeen]

Fox Thots: Office Shenanigans Part 1

I need some inspiration to finish the next two(???) chapters of CDS (Caf Delivery Service) and it's been DIFFICULT, so here, have some thots about Commander Fox.

NSFW, not for anyone under the age of 18, MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!!

So I really didn't get as much into the office shenanigans in CDS as I wanted to. Here's some things I thought about including but will serve as just stand-alone thots. (These are with Barista!Reader but can be read as Fox x Reader in an established relationship.)

That One Time in the Office, Under the Desk (Part 1)

It takes you suggesting it One (1) time to get Fox on board with you giving him head in his own office

But it takes a while for him to figure out the timing for it

You get a message asking him to bring something he 'left' in your apartment

You both know what he's talking about. It's a vibe. Because if he's going to have you sucking him off under his desk, he wants it to be torture for you.

When you get to his office, it's not the version of Fox you're expecting

He's curt, a little distant, maybe a little bit cruel. But most of all, he oozes that air of command that he usually reserves for any company besides yours

And oh gosh oh golly, that is hot. Especially when he makes up some dumb excuse for you to come over to his side of his desk and tells you to watch the door

While he does a strip search

He's very slow with it. Takes everything off of you with painstaking care - folding everything and putting it into a drawer.

"Don't worry," he assures you, "you'll get these back once I'm done with you."

You know from personal experience that could take a long time if he's called you here

It's getting colder in his office with the more clothes he takes off of you, but you can't bring yourself to care. Because you know what's coming (ha)

By the time he has you naked from the waist up, he takes his time running his hands up your body. First your arms, your back, sliding one hand around the back of your neck to the front to pull you back against him.

"And what's this?" His voice is dripping with sin as he slowly works the vibe out of your back pocket - the only place you could think to tuck it in your haste to get to his office. "Contraband, hm? Gonna be a pretty hefty fine for having this on your person."

You beg him - fully engrossed in the scene now - not to fine you. Money's been tight - maybe you can work something else out?

He hums behind you, placing the vibe on the desk, and without preamble he cups your pussy through your clothes. Stubble scratches the shell of your ear and neck as he growls,

"I think I can be persuaded to work something else out."

The rest of your clothes are taken off with a lot less finesse, and he kisses you before you assure each other this is what you both want

Then he picks up the vibe, a wicked glint in his eyes as he turns it on. The first touch against your nipple is enough to make you hiss, arching forward into him

"Best be quiet," he whispers, a thread of something dark in his voice, "I'm due for a call from some senator in need of an escort." His smirk matches the deviousness in his eyes, "He's a bit long winded."

Oh maker. You are really in for it now, aren't you?

(I'll finish this one later I lost steam jkghdfg)

The Closet, But You Got Busier

So I have been thinking about it and it really is just such a damn shame Fox didn't fuck you in that closet, isn't it?

So let's say you were able to

Wowee is it something

I think part of the reasoning behind not having him fuck you is that he wants to take his time, he really does, but he doesn't have time.

So bypassing giving him head, he lowers you (after asking if you want it) onto his dick

And he's still holding you because Fox is a show-off. For you.

Only for you

Yeah so we've established he's thicc (I HC that the Commanders are all a bit more well endowed) so you are really quite lucky that he ate you out and brought some slick with him bc whoo

It is a stretch

He has to secure your legs around him before he starts to move so he can cover your mouth with one hand, bc the second our man starts moving he is destroying you

He has to make it fast, but that doesn't mean he can't make it good for you both. It's the sort of thing that he is, sadly, used to

Fox sets a brutal pace, and it really is kind of ineffectual that he's got his hand on your mouth with how loud he's grunting, snarling and moaning. Oh and running his mouth

"Fuck, baby, your pussy's so tight, so fucking perfect."

"Doing so good, taking me so well. Like you were made for it."

"Can't wait to make you come, cyare, gonna make you feel so good..."

Wait again?!

Yes, again

Just because he made you come one time doesn't mean he can't make you do it again

Even if it's one of the most rushed quickies ever, Fox will wring that orgasm right out of you

Well it's more like he's going to rip the orgasm right out of you, which is what he does

Hips slamming up into you, pounding into you, making the shelves behind you rattle despite being bolted into the floors, walls, ceiling

Really he could keep going for days like this but he's only got a few minutes

Before you know it there's a fire erupting behind your eyelids, an implosion of pleasure the likes of which you have never known

And if you could hear over the ringing in your ears, or see, you'd be able to absorb the full force of his reaction to you

He looks at you like you're the most beautiful sight he's ever beheld as you clamp down around him, your cunt milking his cock and making him see stars

All the while he's talking to you through it

"Oh fuck, fuckin' shit sweetheart, that's it - squeeze me baby, that's it. Yeah take all of me, c'mon - c'mon give it to me!"

"Been dreaming about this cyare - wanna make you come again, f-fucking gods feels so good, so good, so good--"

You finally come back down from space, your vision clearing to see the visible strain, his mouth hanging open as his body heaves and quakes

"Where?" He snarls into your throat, grabbing hold of both your thighs as he pounds away at you. "Where, cyare, tell me wh-where, m'gonna--"

"Inside," you gasp out, and it's like he's touched a live wire.

His body locks up, the sound that's ringed from his throat like that of a wounded animal

Then he starts to shake again as his hips give a few hard final, aborted thrusts and his cock throbs in you

By the time it's over, by the time you stumble out of the closet and manage to get back to work (you're only a few minutes late, tops), you're pretty sure you've left a trail behind you from the cafe to the HQ building

Oh, and Fox kept your underwear as a souvenir

Aaaand that's all I got for now! See ya laterrrr~

(Also my inbox is open if anyone wants to share their thots with me)

[qourmet]

@thebrookesnook Also I really liked the idea Cangse choice her name cuz its very on brand for her. Since the courtesy names are basically the expectations/wishes the parents want for their child in the future and Cangse is over here being like "i make my own destiny >:)" like the gremlin she is. What a queen, I stan ✋️😌.

Oh i like to think that Baoshan Sanren gave Both Xiao Xingchen & Cangse Sanren their courtesy names. I have headcanons about cssr just Coming to bssr with a blank-slate, no name to speak of. she responds to Liu as a name but it likely wasn't spelled Like That until after her orphaning & after she became a disciple on bssr's celestial mountain (like how lwj changed the spelling of Wen Yuan's given name but kept the pronunciation). She definitely gave herself her own surname, though & all i can imagine on that front is a monkey-child running amok on bssr's celestial mountain Demanding respect with the things she chose herself & bssr having no complaints.

Thank you so much for feeding my curiosity and I also wish you the best this year :Dc (Ps. love the shade being thrown at Airplane, i can imagine SQQ being asked by his disciples how to write fiction and he just points at their shishu saying "see that guy? dont be that guy")

LMAOOO we (me, just me) try so hard to deny it but good Golly gosh shen yuan is aggravatingly relatable. all of the svsss main cast is, rip. sqq sits on my shoulder judging my ever move, criticizing me before i have the chance to set anything in stone

other dumb name facts:

• i've headcanon'd Wei Changze's given name to be Tóng but this will very likely change because that's Absolutely an Airplane move. i like to think that his mother wasn't very educated & i made the "haha wouldn't it be funny if she named her kid a homonym for Servant" but Airplane did that homonym shit with Shen Jiu & i have a big enough sense of shame to rethink these things

• i can't bring myself to name any of them after Jewels or Flowers or Fruits or Nymphs even if there's double-meaning to those names because there's a Wei Wuxian on my other shoulder telling me "why are you naming them like they're cheap prostitutes" & it kills me, the Only character i Almost named after a flower (peach blossom) was Wen Ning/Qing's mother but it was because there's a juxtaposition between a delicate name & a tall/broad/sharp woman

• i have one big document where i save the most finalized versions of everyone's names but i'm a disorganized person who writes ideas down Anywhere when they pop up because i think it's better to get them down Soon as opposed to Orderly. anyways i found notes on a different app & Yixi had other name contenders such as:

• केतु/Ketu/Meteor Shower/夜瀑/Yepu/Night Waterfall (lovely but i didn't feel the pronunciation was Close Enough in both languages to justify it) • འཆི་མེད་/Chime/Deathless/逝没/Shime/Deathless (who Actually names their daughter this?? i say that like i don't know 3 Different fathers who Would)

hello, hope you’re doing well :D! i’ve been obsessing over all of your art and hcs of the mdzs older gen and i was wondering what your thought process of the names you chose for them were because they’re really cool!! like i was thinking how yixi’s name is probably referencing that she came from tibet or how qhj’s courtesy name is maybe referencing his position as heir then later sect leader, like him inheriting the responsibility of leading the lan clan, and maybe the night character is in reference to his quiet personality but also his future loneliness in seclusion? or maybe im just looking into it too deeply (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

hello hello!! i've been very busy, this new years is starting off with lots of farewells on my end & promises to see friends as they settle in to their lives, i hope you are well & i hope you've had a good holiday & will have a good year.

WAH you're too sweet 😭 i'm gonna be honest, a Lot of my thought process when Naming characters in general has been:

• "follow the naming process of mxtx," which means you can bet your butt i've been Carding through Tang Dynasty poetry for Months • making Absolute Sure that None of the names i settle on are homonyms for anything with a double-meaning such as: modern swear words, innuendos, or just anything in general that would make them look like a clown • do NOT be Airplane (Shang Qinghua) when naming characters- which in essence if you haven't read svsss means do Not give characters names that spell out the core of their origins. no "risen from the frozen river" names, "don't be too on-the-nose i'm Begging you do research" @ me • do your absolute Best not to choose characters with a ridiculous amount of strokes Especially for given names (a rule i've struggled to actually live by) • do your Best to not have too many overlapping characters that Canon names use • sparingly looking at the tao te ching because i'm too scared of being culturally insensitive to nitpick a name from any pinyin i might come across

i won't claim ever to be a native chinese speaker: i have enjoyed the incentive to learn characters that are the building blocks to actual words that reading mxtx's works (& subsequently other cnovels) have given me, but it is not a culture i was raised in and it is not a language i read fluently. can't speak mandarin or cantonese or suzhounese or any other dialect and have been blessed with multiple friends who do and have done their best to help steer me in the right direction. all that being said, here's some dumb facts with the names:

• regarding the last-most point, i've picked ONE name from the tao te ching. i'm glad you enjoy Chengye/承夜's name but i've deliberated over it too long and have come to the conclusion that it Will be changed. taking inspiration from qiren's name, there needs to be a verb in there paired with something abstract but innately Human & i've found a passage in the tao that i Really liked that i feel alluded to my own characterization of him had the phrase Yǒuqíng/有情 which is Just as abstract and ridiculous as Chengye (which i cannot remember where i pulled that name from), but comes with the added bonus of being from the Adjustment of Controversies. to Have affections but understand where they should be going or how they should be distributed, to question why a person favors One thing over Another despite the inevitable conclusion that All of it is working towards an inevitability completely out of a person's control, it all feels just absolutely peachy to thrust that onto qingheng-jun when he couldn't in his lifetime maintain the favor between his family & his wife. plus Wangji's name being tao-derrivative made me feel i needed at least one of the prev gen in this boat with their successors. i've studied the tao in a scholarly setting Once for a semester, and Once more for a week or two on my own time so Please do Not take my word as any level of expertise i'm begging you. • I Do remember when picking out a name for Qingheng-jun, coming across a name that in essence meant "Bear the Night" felt a little too on-the-nose. there was no double meaning though i tried applying one. he's a Leader, he's a Cultivator, it's Expected of him to bear this and bear it as if it weren't a burden. and the more i thought/think about it, the less it made sense especially when All cultivators are expected to soldier through the same conditions, yanno? • Cangse-Sanren is the only girl i've headcanon'd so-far with a courtesy name! and i Really Really wanted it to be something to do with celestial bodies Exclusively because Xiao Xingchen has the Most celestial name on this show outside of Lan Xichen but he doesn't count in my head. i also wanted it to have Anything to do with the moon because Xiao Xingchen's name has a good chunk of sun radicals in there, but also Moonbeam is what you'd call a fairy and she's a fairy and i Will Never let that go. the most buckwild batshit fairy you've ever met but a mortal worthy of being a celestial being. her Surname means Wish, so go wishing on the moonbeams because her husband certainly did. • Cangse-Sanren in my headcanons named herself. She was a whimsical child, she named herself something outlandish for her surname, & she was obsessed with the cowherd & weavergirl story as a child so she named herself Liu/浏 with the milky way in mind (here i go breaking my Not Too Many Strokes rule). • tragically Yixi's name was more utilitarian than anything else. i needed something that worked in multiple languages based on my headcanons of origin & with the limited selection i had to work with, 益西 was by & far my favorite. plus the implications of her having value, of being benificial to some far-off location that was as far away from Gusu as you could possibly get, how could i Not see the poetry in that? • Yixi has no surname. Yi is not her surname, her full name is Yixi. where i headcanon her From, surnames weren't particularly commonplace outside of nobility and i don't headcanon her family to be of major importance (though i believe they're relatively self-sustaining). She might be associated with a specific clan her family works under or for & that may come up in the future, but for now it's just Yixi until or unless you think of her as already a married Lan. jury's out on whether the Lan clan would've ever called her Madam Lan tho. • confession: Bu Xin's name was directly inspired by Unchained Love's Bu Xin. different spelling but iirc it's completely a homonym. second confession: i have yet to finish watching Unchained Love please go Easy on me