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shadelorde · 1 year ago
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So like.
They’re definitely in a polycule right.
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lotus-lamps · 2 days ago
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YOU LIKE THE STICK PEOPLE TOOO:?>???@????
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happy new year btw :thumbsup:
HI HELLO HWEAT
I MEANT TO ANSWER THIS THE DAY OF BUT I FORGOT AND HAVENT CHECKED TUMBLR SINCE.
in fact its been so long its literally a lunar new year eve now 😭
PLEASE ACCEPT THIS APOLOGY I WAS ORIGINALLY GONNA DRAW ALL OF THE BABIES BUT RED IS THE ONLY ONE WHOS DESIGN I VAGELY HAVE DOWN
I love themb
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the-flower-named-fire · 1 year ago
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Specific Trope of the Day
The Genocide/Massacre/Purge
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charlott2n · 5 months ago
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dalekofchaos · 11 months ago
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AU Asami is Amon by nikoniko_808
Give me the forbidden enemies to lovers Korrasami
Okay I wrote up my own au of Asami as Amon
Hiroshi and Asami witnessed the death of Asami’s mother at the hands of the Red Lotus society. Asami swore revenge on all benders. The corruption of Benders has gone too far and Asami and her father cannot let it continue. So they create a movement. The Equalists. Near the end of season 1. Asami would be nowhere to be seen. The Krew believes the Equalists have kidnapped Asami and when Korra confronts Amon, they don’t see her.
Tarrlok is still captured by Amon, when Korra sees him and they chat, he tells the whole story of Amon as it happened in the show to her and everything. Like it goes in the show. Korra and friends go to confront Amon at the arena where Tenzin and his family are about to lose their bending. But they don’t because she gets there in time. She accuses Amon of being a bender, as per Tarrlok’s story. Amon doesn’t unmask. And he isn’t a bender. Tarrlok lied to get Korra to confront Amon so that he could capture her and he could hopefully save his own skin for the service at least. They fight. Amon takes Korra’s bending in a big demonstrative way. So all the crowd can see what comes to any benders, especially The Avatar who stand against him. Then the reveal happens. Asami is Amon.
In order to get her bending back and learn how to give others their bending back (yeah, Korra wouldn’t get it back at the end of Book 1 because consequences? What’re those?), Korra has to go on a quest to learn her bending(her masters would be Toph, Katara, Izumi and Tenzin) in the Spirit World to understand everything. Korra does not cry about loosing her bending because she realized she’s still The Avatar and has to go to The Spirit World to get her bending back, to help everyone get their bending back and stop Asami
Throughout the series, we would meet Kya, Bumi, Izumi, Eska, Desna(Eska and Desna would be Korra’s siblings in this universe, because fuck Unaloq) Opal and Kai. We have the same romance between Bolin and Opal and Jinora and Kai. We would also meet Varrick and Zhu Li, because they are comedy gold. They would all help in the fight against Amon and the Equalists.
In Korra’s venture to the Spirit World,
she would still see Wan’s story(because that’s the only thing I liked about Book 2) and I think in her journey in the spirit world she would see Asami’s story, in which her family were victims of the Red Lotus society and Asami learned to take bending away in the spirit world. Not only that, we would find out that Asami would be bonded with Vaatu. Asami is the darker Avatar.
Before she leaves The Spirit World she connects with all her past lives to ask what she should do about Asami. Korra has her Aang moment where she has too has to decide what to do like he did with the fire lord, only this time there’s more to it than just stopping the bad guy. It’s about the person she loved. She can restore everyone’s bending by reversing Amon’s convergence, but she can’t do that so long as the avatar spirit is split. And as long as Asami is part avatar, she can go into the avatar state. That’s still pretty damn dangerous even with only water and blood bending. Korra realizes the only thing she can do to stop Asami? Love her.
After her journey to relearn her bending and journey in the spirit world, Korra travels the world to gain allies. From the Fire Nation, Earth Kingdom, Water Tribes and Air Nomads. Korra unites the world against Amon and the Equalists.
In the final fight, Korra defeats Amon. She exorcises Vaatu from Asami, thus ending the dark Avatar and stopping Amon’s convergence. She reverses what Asami has done and uses it to restore everyone’s bending. So she has to come to the hard part. Amon makes it clear, no matter what, even without the ability to energy bend or without Vaatu, Amon will never stop, Benders will never be safe. Korra shows Asami what she was denied. Korra loves her and forgives her. Asami gives up and accepts whatever punishment.
During Book 3, Asami would work with Korra in stopping and killing the Red Lotus society. However, when Zaheer is stopped. He is left at the mercy of Asami and for everything he’s done and turned her into. Asami kills him.
Book 4 happens. Asami’s redemption is rebuilding Republic City and using Future Industries to repair the damage she’s done as Amon. Blah blah blah Korra stops Kuvira blah blah. Asami earns her redemption and the love of Republic City, the krew and more importantly Korra. Ends with Korra and Asami venturing in the Spirit World and ends with a kiss.
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mxtxfanatic · 4 months ago
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When Wei Wuxian Stops Giving a Fuck
Wei Wuxian spends 95% of the novel being so polite and charming and funny and kind that I think people honestly forget how terrifying and decisive he can be once you exhaust his patience. These are some of my favorite moments when Wei Wuxian stops being nice to people who absolutely never deserved it:
Wei Wuxian found the scene unbearable. “After so many years, the Lan family is still like this,” he thought to himself. “They’re still affecting that stupid, undying self-restraint. Hmph. Watch this!” He spat at Lady Mo and said, “Who the hell do you think you’re screaming at? Do you think they’re your servants? These people traveled through half the country in order to help you for free. What exactly do they owe you? How old is your honorable son? He should be at least seventeen this year, right? And he’s still ‘a child?’ How old does he have to be to understand human speech? Yesterday, didn’t these cultivators say several times not to touch anything or approach the western courtyard? Because your son couldn’t stop himself from pilfering what isn’t his, as though he were a starving dog stealing chickens in the night, you’re blaming me? You’re blaming them?”
—Chapt. 4: Feral III, fanyiyi
[Jin Zixuan's] blood grew hot and he blurted out, “If she’s unhappy, then let her break off the engagement! I certainly don’t cherish your wonderful shijie. If you cherish her so much, why don't you take it up with your father? Doesn’t he love you more than his own son?” After hearing the last sentence, Jiang Cheng’s eyes narrowed, and Wei Wuxian was no longer able to contain his own fury. He flew at Jin Zixuan, his fist raised. Though Jin Zixuan had been prepared to defend himself, he hadn’t expected Wei Wuxian to hit back so quickly. The attack started before he had even finished speaking, and when the fist struck him it immediately caused half his face to go numb.
—Chapt. 18: Elegance VIII, fanyiyi
Wen Chao’s complexion switched between red and white. Wei WuXian added, “Right, what was the accusation given to those who insult famous cultivators of the Wen Sect again? How should they be punished? I remember that it was execution, right? Yes, very well, you can go die now.” Wen Chao couldn’t hold himself back any longer, unsheathing his sword and lunging at Wei WuXian. With that, he lunged out of Wen ZhuLiu’s range of protection. Wen ZhuLiu had always been used to defending against the attacks of others. He had never expected Wen Chao to leave by his own will. Facing the sudden difficulty, he somehow couldn’t react in time. On the other hand, as Wei WuXian provoked Wen Chao, he was precisely waiting for the moment of uncontrollable rage. The smile by his lips didn’t falter at all as he attacked with the speed of lightning. In a split second, he had snatched the sword and reversed the situation, subduing Wen Chao with just one move!
—Chapt. 53: Courage, exr
After he said a few harsh words to her, standing where she was, Jiang YanLi had burst into tears. When Wei WuXian returned, this happened to be the scene that he saw. Although his shijie had an easy temper, except for how they cuddled and cried together the day the three of them reunited after Lotus Pier was destroyed, she hadn’t really shed many tears in front of others, much less cry so loudly, so pitifully in front of so many people. Wei WuXian was filled with panic. As he tried to ask her, Jiang YanLi was crying so badly that she couldn’t even speak properly. Then, when he saw Jin ZiXuan standing on the side, astonished, he fumed with anger, wondering to himself why it was the dog of a person again. With a kick, he pounced on Jin ZiXuan. The fight between the two would have alerted the Heavens. All of the cultivators around the base came to break up their fight. Amid the ruckus, he finally understood what was the cause of all this, and became even more angered. He spread his tough talk, saying that one day he’d definitely make Jin ZiXuan die in his hands, he told people to drag out the cultivator woman. A round of questions later, the truth emerged, and Jin ZiXuan’s entire body was frozen. No matter how much Wei WuXian continued to curse at him, he returned neither words nor fists, his face dark.
—Chapt. 69: Departure, exr
Hearing this, Wei WuXian’s smile disappeared at once. He asked, “Discipline?” He turned his head slowly, “A crooked path?” Lan WangJi’s voice was low, “Wei Ying.” Jin ZiXun and the others noticed the unusual atmosphere as well. Holding their breaths, they looked at him. Wei WuXian smiled again, “Do you know why I’m not carrying my sword? It wouldn’t make a difference if I told you anyways.” He turned around, stating one word at a time, “Because I want you to know that even if I don’t use my sword, with nothing but what you call a ‘crooked path’, I will still rise unparalleled and leave all of you staring at me from behind.” With his words, all of the people present were shocked speechless.
—Chapt. 70: Departure, exr
Wei WuXian, “Cut the nonsense. I’m sure everyone knows that my patience is limited. Where is he? With so much time wasted on you, I’ll give you three. Three!” Jin ZiXun wanted to resist, but when he saw Jin GuangShan’s face, he felt his heart shiver. Wei WuXian began again, “Two!” Jin ZiXun finally yelled, “... Fine! Fine! It’s just a few Wen- dogs. Take them if you want to. I’m not fooling around with you any longer! Go find them at Qiongqi Path on your own!” Wei WuXian laughed coldly, “If only you said it sooner.”
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The group felt their scalps tingle and their blood run cold. The head inspector stammered, “The YunmengJiang Sect and the LanlingJin Sect have been getting along with each other. You mustn’t...” Hearing this, Wei WuXian glanced at him, his tone amused, “You’re quite brave. Are you threatening me?” The head inspector hurried, “Of course not, of course not.” Wei WuXian, “Congratulations to you for successfully draining all my patience. Since you don’t want to speak up, let’s let him answer on his own.” As though it’d been waiting for his words for a long time, Wen Ning’s frozen corpse suddenly moved, raising its head. Before the two nearest inspectors could even scream, each of their throats was clenched by a hand as firm as iron. ... He suddenly spun around, putting his hand on Wen Ning’s shoulder before shouting, “Wen QiongLin!” As if a reply, Wen Ning let out a long, thundering roar. The ears of everyone within the valley ached. Wei WuXian spoke one word at a time, “Whoever caused all of you to be like this, let them meet the same end. I give you the right to do so. Settle everything!” Hearing this, Wen Ning immediately crashed the two inspectors that he was holding together. Like exploding watermelons, the two heads immediately let out a loud bang, sending red and white flying everywhere.
—Chapt. 72: Recklessness, exr
He walked beside the person whose words were the harshest and ground his foot against the person’s face, laughing, “Talk. Why aren’t you talking anymore? Mr. Hero, just what are you going to do to me?!” The person’s nasal bones had broken from the force, bleeding and screaming uncontrollably. Many cultivators were watching from on top of the city gate. They wanted to help, but they didn’t dare approach the scene. One of them shouted from afar, “Wei... Wei Ying! If you’re really that strong, why don’t you go find those sect leaders participating in the pledge conference? What could you prove by picking on us low-level cultivators with no power to fight back?” Wei WuXian let out another short whistle. The cultivator who shouted felt as a hand suddenly tugged him down. He fell off the city gate, breaking both of his legs, and began to scream. Amid the wails, Wei WuXian’s expression didn’t change at all, “Low-level cultivators? Do I have to tolerate you, just because you’re low-level cultivators? If you dared say those things, you had to dare shoulder the consequences. If you knew that you were insignificant pieces of scum as filthy as ants, how come you didn’t know to think before you speak?!” Everyone was as pale as ash, making not a single noise. A moment later, when Wei WuXian didn’t hear any more chatter, he continued in satisfaction, “Yes, that’s the spirit.”
—Chapt. 77: Nightfall, exr
One of the cultivators who stood in the front rows of one of the arrays commented bitterly, “Wei Ying, you disappoint me so much. There used to be a time when I admired you and said that at least you were someone who founded your own sect. Now that I think about it, it’s almost repulsive. From this moment on, I’ll forever stand on the opposite side of you!” Hearing this, Wei WuXian first paused, but soon exploded with laughter, “Hahahaha...” He laughed so hard that he almost couldn’t breathe, “You admired me? You said you admired me, but why haven’t I ever seen you when you admired me? And as soon as I’m loathed by everyone, you jump out and wave your little flag?” Tears of laughter seeped from the corners of Wei WuXian’s eyes, “Your admiration as a bit too cheap, isn’t it? You said that you’ll forever stand on the opposite side of me. Very well. Does the fact that you’re standing on the opposite side of me affect me at all? Both your admiration and your hatred are so, so insignificant. How could you be so shameless as to flaunt them in front of others?”
—Chapt. 78: Nightfall, exr
Just because a person is kind does not mean that they are unconditionally kind. Nobody is obligated to tolerate bullshit forever, and I am really glad that mxtx wrote Wei Wuxian as a character with clear boundaries, limits, and an understanding of when he needs to remind people who tf he is.
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hazashiovo · 11 months ago
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korra (legend of korra) x reader angst to fluff 🙏🏻
I gotchuuu 😉👍
Korra x reader
+slight Kuvira x reader cause I have a huge brain rot for her🥲
Angst to fluff,mentions of trauma,long fic because it has plot in it.
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Korra has been...distant.
Ever since Zaheer and the red lotus poisoned her and forced her to fight in the avatar state she's been different,to you and to her family.
She doesn't eat,when she sleeps she has nightmares, she doesn't talk to you...and it's worrying you so much,your heart aches each time she sends you away with her deafening silence.
You try talking to her about Asami's accomplishment or Mako's new job,even how Bolin made a name for himself.
But each time she'd have that empty look in her eyes,as she sits in that wheelchair she despises so much.
Sometimes you wish you could read her mind,chase away the memories that are tormenting her.
"Please Korra,I'm begging you,try...for me,just...I know you can do it." You sit on your knees,hands on her knees. Eyes looking at her pleading.
"I'm not who I used to be, (Name). Stop trying to save me." She turns her head away, avoiding your pleading eyes.
"That's not true,and you know it!" You cup her cheek, bringing her face closer to yours,yet your eyes hardly connect with each other.
She grabbed your wrist, pulling it away from her face."I don't need you and your pity, so find someone else to nag and leave me alone already!" Korra snaps,anger running trough her body.
Your eyes whiden in shock and you feel like she squeezed your heart with her harsh words.
"Do you even love me?" You bite your lip, waiting for an answer you know you won't get.
You avert your eyes from her face. Disappointed with her lack of will to be with you.
"That's what I taught." You get up and turn around ready to leave. Ready for a new start away from here,from Korra.
"(Name) i-" she wants to get up,run after you ,hug you and tell you she loves you more than herself. But she can't even gather her words properly.
You stop for a second , wishing to hear those words,only fooling yourself further.
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With time Korra started getting more ambitious. She wanted to return to the person everyone knew her as. The avatar.
Her wish to prove to you that she can do better was growing by the day. Even so,the last time you spoke to here was the day you left, a day she still regrets even now.
Sometimes she would just feel like giving up,but you reminded her who she was doing this for,giving her the will to fight.
It's been a year since you've left the south pole. Being there with the shell of your lover was too much for you to handle.
Since you returned to Republic city you've been reunited with Bolin, helping Kuvira restore order to the earth kingdom.
It really took your mind off Korra. Now that you joined Kuvira, you got stronger. Unlike someone,you didn't let your trauma and past tragedies hunt you anymore.
"Well done (Name), you're getting stronger by the day." The dark haired woman smiles, hand laying on your shoulder proudly.
You wipe some sweat of your forehead, smiling back at her. "That's the goal I'm reaching for." She nods, looking at your form.
"I remember the first time Bolin introduced you to me and my cause." She wraps some bandages on her wrist, preparing to spar with you, "You were so lost." You watch her moves carefully, getting in a fighting stance.
"Im not the person I used to be." You speak,words giving you a sense of deja Vu.
Kuvira lounges , throwing some big stones at you. You grin, dodging them.
Once you find your opening,you make some ice disks and throw them at her.
Kuvira bends herself an earth wall,then throws it at you.
You make yourself a wave of water,going around Kuvira's wall, your water wave is circling the older woman. Once water is all around her ,you let it fall,and freeze, traping her in ice.
You move towards Kuvira's frozen body. "You cold in there?" A smug smile adorns your face as you slightly bend down to meet with her face. Your hands lazily lay on your knees.
She smirks,your metal collar suddenly pulled towards her. "Don't get to cocky now. It's just the first time you finally got to beat me. Let's try it with metal bending next time hm?"
You roll your eyes, releasing Kuvira from the Ice cage that kept her down. "I'm confident in myself,but not that confident yet." arms crossed as she rubbed some sore spots on her cold hands.
"Can't you have some faith in yourself?Keep going like this and you won't be far from becoming my second in charge." She smiles.
You smile proudly, happy you can finally accomplish something more for yourself.
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Another year passed,with you growing stronger and smarter every day,but the taught of your former lover never ceased to fade. Even now ,her return growing closer by the day. You wonder how she's doing, from what Tenzin has told you,she's having a great recovery.so far. Finally able to walk again.
You worked hard to become Kuvira's right hand,and you're now closer to your goal than ever.
So many cities you helped bring back order and balance , so many lives you saved while being part of this cause.
Unfortunately, Kuvira soon has to step down from her spot,the council finding a new king for the earth kingdom while your boss brought peace wherever she went.
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"Oh and Flying monkeys!" You blink, looking at Bolin. "Isn't that what Avatar Aang had ?" You raise a brow,not remembering how this conversation even started. "That is so incorrect." Bolin crosses his arms. Looking ready to give you a lecture. "Avatar Aang had a flying Lemur AND a bison as his animal companions. Not a flying monkey, (name)." You roll your eyes. "Whatever you say rock brain." You smirk noticing his anoyed expression. "Hey! How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?" He pokes you in the waist,making you joilt up. "Stop that!" You glare at him,poking him back.
The two of you go on like this for a little while, attracting a few stares to yourself.
Until someone clears their troath.
"Am I interrupting something?" Lin stands towering over you and Bolin, giving you a bored look. "Chief Beifong!" Bolin is quick to bow down, dragging you with him.
"You little-" you stop yourself, locking eyes with the police chief, now giving her an awkward smile.
"If the two of you are done acting like monkeys,could you follow me?" You and Bolin now stand straight, noticing Lin's mood is lower than usual.
"I can't stay for chit chatting,maybe (Name) could solve this? I remembered I was supposed to meet with mako,like 30 minutes ago." The brunette boy gives you a sorry smile as you glare at him. "How convenient." Your comment followed by narrowed eyes,sent chills down his spine. Bolin took a quick look at chief Beifong,then left.
"Good. I wanted to speak to you anyways." You raise a brow curiously at the older woman's words. "You did?I mean ,you do?" She nods,not saying another word until you get to a remote Cafe.
The two of you sit down in a corner, quite remote from the rest of the people in the public space.
"So ,what did you want to speak to me about Chief?" You start, looking at the window.
"It's about Kuvira." Your face turns to Lin as she got your interest.
"What about Kuvira?" You tilt your head.
"I'm worried she won't step down and allow the prince to rule the earth kingdom." Lin stops,as a waitress brought the two of you two cups of tea,"Kuvira seems to take great pride in what she accomplished,but I don't think she's willing to stop there. People of earth empire call her The Great Uniter." The chief looks at her mug, waiting for you to respond.
You fiddle with your fingers, searching for the right words to describe Kuvira's wishes. "She has done so much for the earth kingdom,and she's a strong woman,in combat and in mind,the name fits her ,if km honest."
You stop to drink a little from your (chosen) tea, "And I know it's not my place to talk but...ever since Korra is gone,the people see Kuvira as their savior."
Lin sighs, "Kuvira is forcing people to do labor work for her , threatening them with their lives." You whiden your eyes at the words spoken from her.
"I know how she can be..harsh,.but she wouldn't do such a thing." Your gaze moves to the window.
"She is manipulating you (Name), because she knows how strong you are. Should I also remind you how you used to date the avatar?." You close your eyes tightly, trying to push away the taughts of Korra. "Why do you think she chose to have you so close to her? If Korra ever becomes a problem for her,she'll have you as leverage." Lin's fist tightens, looking at your expression.
"It's not true. If you saw the way she acts...you wouldn't say that.Kuvira wouldn't just use me like that." She sighs at your way of defending Kuvira. How could you defend such a woman?
"Everything Kuvira does is for a reason,keep that in mind (Name)." Lin gets up and leaves some money on the table.
You remain there , trying to piece together your racing taughts.
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And just like Lin said,once it was time for Kuvira to back down and allow the prince to rise,she made the announcement that from then on the earth kingdom would be under her rule.
The rule of The Great Uniter.
This got you contemplating ever joining her,it doesn't feel right with you.
Bolin chose to stick around,but you wanted to leave. Being in a situation like this was too much for you.
"So you planned to just abandon me?" The person you didn't want to see the most right now was behind you, leaning on your door frame.
"This isn't right,Kuvira." You stated, covering your arms as you turn to see her.
"This is exactly what's right for the earth kingdom. I can't let that spoiled Prince destroy everything we accomplished." She pushed herself of the door way, moving closer to you.
"It doesn't feel right,I can't fight for something that doesn't feel right with me." Kuvira sighs. She places a hand on your shoulder. "I know what I'm doing,but I can't do it without you by my side. We accomplished so many great things together." She starts slowly guiding you towards a window. "Just look at how much good we did" her hands point at the window. "The land is safe again, raiders are not attacking innocent people or stealing. What more could you ask?" you look at one of the cities she got back and supplied,it looks at peace. What if she was right?
You bite your lip, "What happens with the people after we leave?" Her eyes meet yours,
"We give them a job, something to do to make the earth kingdom a better place,even the raiders."
Even if your gut tells you not to trust her,your mind reminds you of the great things she did so far. Kuvira never left you down.
"Are you telling the truth to me?"
She smiles, holding eye contact with you.
"Why would I lie?"
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This is getting out of hand, Kuvira wants to attack Zaofu, Suyin's home simply for not obeying her terms.
"Kuvira this is madness,you can't do this!" You enter the command center ,she dismisses the people that were in the room, leaving you two alone.
"No. It's necessary for me to do this. Once Zaofu finally surrenders to me I get total control of the earth empire."
You scoff at her words.
"Do you even hear yourself?" Pacing around the room,you can't help but glance at her troops just outside.
"I thought you were with me on this, remember everything we fight for." Her armor slightly clangs as she walks towards you.
"I fight to make this world a better place,you fight to take control and rule and empire, excuse me but there's a difference." You move away from her,scoffing at the taught of helping her bring Zaofu down.
Kuvira glares at the back of your head.
"I'm doing this because no one else was willing to. And I have to make some tough choices that many wouldn't,why can't you see?" The tall woman runs a hand trough her hair, trying to calm herself down.
Now it all makes sense,Lin was right and you were stupid for doubting her.
"I'm leaving and you can't stop me. Not this time." She sighs, once you start moving towards the door, two of her metal bands parts push you to the wall,hands stuck above your head.
"Let me go."you glare at her trying to get away from her metal.
"I expected better from you." She shakes her head disappointed. You look around the room, trying to find a water source, yet nothing in sight.or reach
"Lock her up tight. Make sure she gets no visitors." Kuvira calls for two of her guards.as they take you away,you see the shrinking image of Kuvira's disappointed face.
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You watch as Korra fights with Kuvira for your life,and Suyin's.
She got so much better,but there's still something wrong with her you just know it.
Kuvira seems to have the upper hand,until Korra knocks her down. She was so close,but she hesitates suddenly, giving Kuvira the opportunity to trap Korra.
"No!" You scream,Kuvira turns her head to look at you,a smile adorning her face. Looking around desperately,you see a little source of water, hopefully close enough to you.
You move your hands that are tied behind your back to use the water,creating a razor form to slice trough Kuvira's metal.
You take off running, attacking Kuvira with spikes of ice.
The metal bender pushes herself away from Korra , creating a shield for herself.
Kuvira Is pissed,how could you escape? Are her soldiers good for nothing at all? More importantly,what are you going to do?
You create a big ice shield that goes all around to fit you and Korra trough,finally getting to touch her after so long.
"Korra please get up!" You cradle her head in your arms as her upper body lays on your thighs (Kuvira is jelly~~) she opens her eyes,bright blue eyes you would lose yourself in.
"I came back for you." She smiles touching your face lightly,fearing you might be another one of her illusions. Your eyes whiden, smiling at her words
"I shouldn't have left you in the first place." A tear falls on her face (imagine Kuvira trying to break the ice while those two have their moment ☠️)
"I didn't mean anything I said that day,I'm so sorry,I didn't mean to send you away." Korra gets up,now on her knees ,face to face with you. Her hands cup your face, staring at you lovingly." I Love you." Hearing those words,you jump on Korra,giving her a big hug.
You sniff, smiling at her. "We should really focus on getting out of this situation now." Your voice cracks as you joke.
Korra stands up,ready to fight once more, her will stronger than ever.
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I originally wanted to write something else,but this plot came so I just rolled with it. ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠˘⁠_⁠˘⁠)⁠┌
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sugarcoatedstarkey · 2 years ago
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No Touching
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Pairing - possessive!Rafe Cameron x stripper!poguereader
Summary- you’ve been fooling around with Rafe but never made it official, he becomes possessive.
Warnings- stripping, lap dance, mention of sexual services, mention of cocaine, language, mention of a gun, unprotected sexual intercourse, fingering, choking, slapping, hair pulling. (18+)
Request from anon
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You had been working at the strip club for the past two years, on your first night you noticed Rafe and his friends. They slipped a few bills in your thong and let you move onto the next group.
You had expected them to say a few harsh words about being a pogue but apparently it was different when they were behind the doors of a strip club.
You saw Rafe every fortnight, dressed in his black suit and hair disheveled. He always tipped you nicely, his eyes on you wherever you went.
Finally after a few months he put cash down and ordered a private dance, you hadn’t expected him not to touch you. Instead he lets you dance, enticing him into putting his hands on you.
“I’m not going to pay to touch you princess”
You halted your movements, looking down at him from your straddle position. “So… why pay $300?”
“Because I wanted to be alone with you”
“Okay?”
“Going to have you begging me to touch you by the time the hour is up”.
You in fact did beg him, practically forced his hands on you by the end of it. Your tiny little panties were drenched. Your thighs slick with arousal, he still didn’t touch you that night.
It went on like that for a few more months until he finally laid his hands upon your skin, it was a soft brush of the fingertips to your bare thigh, his fingers trailed up the length of your stomach until they grasped your naked breast.
From that moment on you couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t get enough of you.
Your ‘relationship’ was strictly physical, no one could know about the two of you. His father would throw a fit knowing his son, the man who is meant to take over the company, was sleeping with not only a stripper but a pogue. You also didn’t like the fact that he was snorting cocaine nearly every night, something you didn’t want to get mixed up with.
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You were at work like any other night, your legs began to ache, body twirling around the silver pole. The only piece of clothing on your body was a teeny tiny black thong. Your feet dressed in sky high heels, cash spread all over the stage floor.
You brought yourself down from the pole, swaying your hips to the beat of the music. Chewing softly on a piece of mint gum, your eyes skimmed the sea of men and women.
You brought yourself down to your knees, crawling the space of the stage until you were in front of a gentleman who looked to be dressed in Armani. His cologne invading your nostrils, you moved yourself to a seating position.
Spreading your legs for him, instinctively he reaches out to touch you. “Uh uh… no touching” you stated, grabbing his hand. Your fingers walk up the length of his arm until they tickle his lips.
“You want to touch?” You question, his Adam's Apple bobs along with his head. “Yeah”.
“Private dances cost $300” “shit”
He turned away from you and stalked back to his friends, his shoulders slumped in defeat. You picked yourself back up and began dancing to the music again.
Running your fingers through your long locks, massaging your tits. Your eyes fall back on the gentleman from before, $300 in his hands this time.
You give him a smile and click your fingers behind you, a body guard steps out from behind the dark red curtain and helps you down from the stage.
“This way”
Jeff, your bodyguard of the night grabbed the man by his shoulders and pushed him along to the lotus room, this is where you do private dances. The place where they can touch and you can charge extra for certain services.
Just as you step over the threshold a hand grabs your shoulder, pulling you backwards.
“What are you doing?”
“Rafe!”
His eyes are dark, blown out, brows furrowed in anger. You can see the slight shake to his body, gun in his hand. There is a white speck of dust just under his nose, you want to kick him. Tell him to get the fuck out of the club, he shouldn’t be here while he was high.
“I’m working Rafe”
“Uh-uh… no way.” He starts waving the gun in the air, pointing in the direction of the lotus room. Your heart is racing, he wouldn’t kill someone. Not because you were doing your job. Right?
“You need to leave… come back another night” you hushed, reaching for his wrist that held the gun but he pulled it back.
His hand is on your shoulder again, this time he squeezes. You let out a cry and grab his wrist, he’s much stronger than you. “Rafe!”
“Sir.. you need to leave now”
A voice from behind him startles you, your boss stands tall surrounded by security.
Rafe turns to hold the gun out in front of him again, he looks manic. Manic enough to kill a club full of people just to get to you.
“He’s going to hurt you in there”
“No he isn’t”
“Trust me”
Your eyes meet him finally, his facial expressions have softened. You hated how he had control over you, even when he was 6 lines deep.
You hold your hand up to the men surrounding him and pull him closer to you. “Why do you think he’s going to hurt me?”
“I heard him and his friends talking in the bathroom… betting he could have you crying before the hour is up”
“Come in with me then… stand behind the curtain. I give you full permission to beat his ass if he does anything”
“Or… I’ll give you $300 a hour to come home with me”
“Rafe….”
“I’m serious.. come home with me. Fuck my dad… fuck anyone who wants to talk shit.. fuck them”
You find yourself nodding, turning to whisper into Jeff’s ear. You don’t miss Rafe placing the gun in the back of his pants and stepping into the lotus room though, his fist meets the man's face. Knocking him down onto the floor, he lands a few more punches before he’s pulled off.
“It’s okay! He’s coming with me” you yelled, grabbing a hold of Rafe. You pull him towards the back, racing around to pull clothes on and pack your bag.
“You didn’t have to punch him… I’m going to be in so much trouble tomorrow”
“No you won’t… I won’t let anyone hurt you… say anything bad about you”
“Ha okay Rafe… let’s go”
You follow him out, he opens his car door for you. Before you know it, you're parked outside of Tanny Hill. The lights are off and there are no cars in sight, you let him lead you into the house.
He takes you to his room, letting you take in the pictures that line the staircase. His eyes watch you as your fingers caress the photos of him.
“This is my room”
You nod, stepping into the room. You place your backpack down onto a chair and walk around the room, taking in everything that belonged to him.
You hadn’t expected the room to be so tidy, not a single school trophy out of place.
“It’s nice”
“It’s alright”
He steps towards you, his fingers hold your throat softly. Eyes staring down at you, if it was possible you would have been able to see all the words flying around in his brain. “What?” You question, his thumb traces small circles on your neck.
“Why do you do it?” He asks, you go to pull away from him but he holds you a little tighter. The apples of your cheeks redden with lack of air.
“Rafe” you choke, his fingers loosen again but you stay where you are. Not game enough to step away from him again, he was still in a mood.
“I need the money… you know why I do it” you roll your eyes, annoyed that he keeps bringing this topic up. How many times can one tell someone something until it finally wedges itself in their brain?
“I hate it… I hate that you have to sell yourself”
“Not all of us are rich” He shakes his head, pulling you closer to him this time. His lips are on yours for a brief moment.
“Stop Rafe… how many lines of coke have you done?” You question, his fingers fall from your throat. You take this opportunity to step away from him, B lining for your bag.
“Hey hey… don’t leave” he demands, grabbing your forearm and pulling you against him. Your back against his hard chest. His arm is wrapped around your waist and one in your throat. “Don’t leave”.
You can feel his breath on the back of your neck, before it’s replaced by his lips, his free hand travels up the length of your arm and brushes over your chest.
“Rafe” you stutter, your knees growing weak from the soft touches. He holds you tight against him, walking you towards his bed. “We shouldn’t”.
“We should” his lips suck on your throat, leaving behind a nice purple bruise. He still has one arm wrapped around your waist while the other starts to pull your dress up to your hips, your legs opening up for him.
“So wet already” he states, his fingers toy with your pussy. Soaking his fingers with your arousal before inserting them inside of you.
You grip his head whilst he kisses you, moaning deep into his mouth. You want to cry out from the feeling of his fingers, massaging your puffy clit. “Shit… we need to stop”.
“No we don’t… just stay quiet, such a good girl”.
His fingers are pulled out from within you, leaving a dull ache deep inside. His pants are pulled down enough for his cock to be free, holding it within his hand.
Your throat is dry as you watch him pump himself slowly, enticing you to touch. That’s exactly what you do, reaching down between the two of you, your hand grasps his cock.
Pre cum dribbles from the tip, you're about to drop to your knees but he catches you, spinning you back around and pushing your top half down against the bed.
Your ass is up high, plump and begging to be spanked. He does just that, leaving behind a deep red mark of his hand. “Ouch!” You cry, wriggling under him.
He reaches for your wrists and holds them behind your back, He presses the tip of his cock to your hole.
You had to admit, you had a secret love for when Rafe was high, his stamina was unbeatable, his cock could stay hard for hours. You could milk him dry and he’d still want to fuck you again and again.
He pushes himself deep inside of you, you press your mouth against the duvet. Crying out into the soft material, his hand meets your ass cheek again. Leaving behind a dull sting. “Don’t hide those pretty noises” he orders, gripping your long hair and pulling you away from the mattress.
“Let me hear you scream my name… I want to hear you cry for my cock”.
His hips meet your ass roughly, his balls slapping against your swollen bud. “Fuck! Rafe… yeah harder!”.
The grip around your hair becomes tighter and his hips faster, your walls sucking him deeper and deeper.
“No man will ever touch you again… ever!”
“Just you Rafe, only you!”
He pulls out of you and spins you around, he's on his back and you’re crawling up his body. Hovering over his hard cock, your arousal coats his skin.
“Ride me now!”
You're dropping down on him, letting out a moan in delight as he hits you deep. With each roll of your hips your swollen clit nudges his skin, causing extra pleasure you rush through you.
Your hands pressed firmly to his chest, head thrown back as you rode him for dear life. Chasing that familiar ecstasy, his eyes are on you. Drinking in the look of pleasure upon your face.
“Yes, just like that baby girl” he groans, his abs clenching as he holds onto his orgasm that is beginning to bubble. He wanted you to come first, he reaches his fingers down and begins to rub circles on your clit, emitting a loud moan of pleasure from within you.
“Oh god oh god” you cry, your heart is racing as you bounce on top of him. Toes curled, a light sweat begins to form on your skin. “Rafe!”.
Your fingers scratch against his chest, leaving behind deep red lines. Your warning goes unspoken as you come around his cock, arousal soaking him. Buzzing goes off in your ear drums as your orgasm hits you hard.
He takes the glazed look in your eyes and comes, Spurting his seed deep inside of you, moans and groans bounce off the four walls. His grips on your hips are harsh and will leave bruising but you didn’t care at this moment.
“You're all mine”.
You collapse on top of him, his arms wrap around your waist. Breathing in the scent of your hair, you lay like this for a few minutes.
Pulling yourself away from him finally you stand to get yourself dressed, you need to go home, you need to call your boss and straighten everything out.
“I’m serious y/n… your mine, your not going back to that place”
“Rafe-“
“No… your mine.”
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watercurtaincave · 1 year ago
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This is my first time request!! Can you do Nezha dating headcanon please??
𖤓 !! — Invisible Red String Theory. Ne zha / reader
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𖤓 !! — Ne Zha can sometimes be a difficult guy to get along with; for all he is, a protector and a guardian and a friend, and all he can be, it seems that relationships tend to be the hardest for him to upkeep. It's just tends to be his nature to follow orders from the Jade emperor, his nature to take any job he's assign too seriously, his nature to be stand off-ish and cold.
𖤓 !! — It's how he was raised to be, from when he was born as a mortal to when he was reborn from the roots of a lotus flower and became the 'Third Lotus Prince'. Ne Zha hadn't exactly known a kind life, and despite everything he's been through, his first true 'friends' happened to be a ragtag group of Wukong, his successor, and everyone else who fought against the Azure lion. Even then he didn't really know how to interact with them, and furthermore making friends on the brink of the world being destroyed (twice) isn't the greatest situation. It often leads to choice words being said and sarcastic and demeaning undertones in the heat of stress.
𖤓 !! — So Ne Zha was fully ready to be left alone, once again, after the whole drama died down. Yet, when he was invited back to Pigsy's after he didn't show up to the beach day, he was kind of shocked. He half believed it was some sort of joke on him, a 'prank', another teasing gesture from Wukong. But he decided to go anyways, seeing as it would be rude not to show up when it was requested of him.
𖤓 !! — To say that people actually wanted his company was shocking would be an understatement. He was oddly moved by the voiced shouting to greet him, the chaotic nature of the whole gathering, and having people to finally spend his days with. It oddly felt like some sort of clean start. He could just be Ne Zha. Not the Third Lotus Prince, not the Demon Child, not a murderer or a kidnapper, just... Ne Zha.
𖤓 !! — "Hey, what's your name?" Ne Zha would perk up upon hearing the question, not recognizing the voice from anyone he knew. His eyebrows narrowed a little, mostly upon instinct, when he saw a stranger in a party that was meant to be only for close friends. So, either you, a complete stranger to Ne Zha, had crashed the party or you were a friend one someone's. But who would that someone be? The most logical answer would be Mei or MK, they seem like they would have a bunch of friends, and you did seem right around their age. Yet, that seemed too easy of an answer and you could be friends with a complete wild card like Tang or Wukong. The answer kind of mattered, it would give Ne Zha a basis of how you would be like. "Ne Zha." But he would answer anyways despite the uncertainty.
𖤓 !! — Well, he wouldn't know that answer really wouldn't matter much in the long run.
𖤓 !! — Oddly enough, since that day, Ne Zha swears he's seen you more times than he should; Almost like you've always been a background character in his life that only just got brought to light. It was both odd and endearing in an off-put way. As such, he never realized how much you really did hang out with MK, Mei, and the others. Whenever he would come down to help out with small tasks, trying to keep himself busy, he would notice your presence almost instantly (where, beforehand, he was sure he completely ignored it). It was an oddly magnetic presence, of siren-like-quality that lured him in with a wonderful melody. Your soul was a wonderful melody, he could feel it anytime he passed. Yet he could never let himself get distracted by such meaningless things, not when he has bigger things to do.
𖤓 !! — Not when he was sure that relationships between mortals and immortals are forbidden; The Jade Emperor never liked it when immortals mingled with the mortals anyways, hence why he tried to strike down Sun Wukong so many times and banished Gauyin when she went to live amongst them. So he could not have any relationships with mortals either. Not in the way he's been dreaming about, so he must distance himself from your all too alluring personality and smile, your kind ways and how you always seem ready to lend a hand. Siren-like, that's what Ne Zha forced himself to think of you as. You were nothing but a Siren that was created to tempt his will and strength and we was not to loose-
𖤓 !! — "You know, you shouldn't let yourself be chained to old expectations anymore, Ne Zha." Your voice, as smooth as liquid gold and as sweet as cotton candy, flushed into his ears one night during a bomb fire with everyone. He had parted himself from the group to take a breather, seeing as Sun Wukong was simply trying to annoy Macaque and everyone was having their fits of laughter about it. He never expected you to notice he had left, nevertheless for you to follow him like you did. Siren, the thought rang in his head, Siren, siren, siren! But his words would fall short as you stood next to him and hummed a small tune, watching the orange-pink sunset with such a peaceful way. "What do you mean?" Ne Zha would respond to your statement, trying to seem a little off put by it. Maybe, secretly, he was and he was just denying it to himself. He wasn't tied down by chains, he was his own person. "It's why you fail to make relationships with everyone the way that you want to." You would continue, tracing a circle along the rim of your cup. That odd detail caught Ne Zha's attention, "You're afraid that you're going to get attached, that someone will tell the Jade Emperor about your affairs, that you will be stricken down like the rest. But you know you don't have to worry about such things, right?"
𖤓 !! — Who are you? Ne Zha would stare at you with the most bewildered look, mouth slight agape, as he wondered if he was simply too easy to read or if you were some sort of witch. Surely he couldn't be easy to read, and Wukong being able to read him at times didn't count because Wukong was just odd by himself. He's also known Wukong for many years, while he hasn't spoken to you for even .1% of the time he's known Wukong. Yet you were able to read his thoughts like he was some sort of open book. "Are you a witch?" His question came out before he could think upon it; Though, he hoped you didn't notice the way he slightly jerked back and bit his tongue when his mind caught up to his words. He would glance away from you and from the sunset, yet he could hear your finger constantly tracing that circle rimmed cup of yours.
𖤓 !! — He expected you to be offended, to hold some sort of grudge due to his words, yet you only would stifle a bit of laughter before giggling at his words. That caught him off guard, and he didn't realize how your laughter cleared the awkward air around you both, as he glanced up to meet your eyes. "No, Ne Zha, I just.. I've heard about you from MK and Wukong." You would explain, "And I then began to notice all the small things you do to keep a barrier between everyone and yourself. I asked Tang and Wukong about it, and they, well, gave me some sad answers. So I thought, oh I don't know, I could help you?" Ne Zha wasn't sure how to respond to your sentiment, though he could tell you were true about your word. It was by the way you had looked up at him, the way your eyes crinkled ever so slightly in the corner, and your tone of voice. Ne Zha has met many people and you, by far, are one of the most unique.
𖤓 !! — He, also, couldn't help but feel touched at your countless efforts to try and understand him despite all he's done to keep you, and everyone else, at arms length. What kind of person would do that just so they could reach out to someone like Ne Zha?
𖤓 !! — He didn't fully let his guard or his walls down with you that night, but he surely let you a little closer to his heart. A little step closer to being able to fully understand who Ne Zha was as a person. A tiny step closer to being able to call yourself his. And, most importantly, the itty bittiest step forward in helping Ne Zha realize he can make friends now. That he doesn't have to be anyone that he doesn't want to be, that he can choose for himself; That he can be himself. And out of everything you have achieved with the smallest step of reaching out, that was the greatest one of all.
𖤓 !! — Being lovers with Ne Zha would be hard, and it'll take a lot of time, but it's something that's so worth it in the end. For once you get close enough to Ne Zha, though he wouldn't realize it, you would become one of his top priorities. You can call him, even pray to him, at any time on any day and he'll answer, and he'll be there, quicker than he had chased Wukong down once he stole the map. He's there for you through the thick and the thin, and in turn you're there for him equally as much.
𖤓 !! — Being lovers with Ne Zha is like being able to see the moments where he falters his 'big guy' persona and you get to see the true Ne Zha. Him and his little curiosities. How he'll stop and stare at a butterfly on a tree you had missed during your walk. How he cares so much about his friends, deep down, that he constantly checks Mei's 'instagram' through your phone to make sure they're okay. How he will sit in front of the stove to ponder how yeast can make bread rise. How he's so scared of losing you that he'll cuddle you against his chest at night, not aware on how tightly his arms (wrapped around your waist and chest) are to make sure you're still there. To see all his childish curiosities he couldn't think when he was a kid due to his 'destiny'; To see the way his face lights up upon trying new food and experiences; To see, well, Ne Zha.
𖤓 !! — Being lovers with Ne Zha is to truly be loved both inside and out, and loving him back just the same. It's timeless and effortless and neither of you would have it any other way.
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qichun · 29 days ago
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❅ minors do not interact | 830 words | taglist
❅ contents: Wriothelsey had missed your birthday due to his duties in the fortress of Meropede. he pulls out all the works to make it up to you.
❅ warnings: fem!reader (no pronouns used.), author has never used a slow cooker before so i was free balling it, pet names used (my love), reader is smaller than wriothesley
❅ event: the sapling café's secret santa for @mlkbwunnies sorry i'm late. <3
❅ authors note: two fics in two days, who is he?
❅ no ai scraping allowed | reblogs and feedback are appreciated!! Graphics by @/saradika-graphics
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The Duke of Fontaine doesn’t often have the opportunity to take time away from his duties at the Fortress of Meropede. When he leaves the confines of the prison, he is usually on emergency business or has been called to the surface by the Sovereign Neuvillette. Though the Duke considers this matter the biggest emergency he has encountered to date, he is late. Not only is he late, but he is days late, and he hasn’t been able to find the time to write a letter to explain his absence on his beloved’s birthday. Instead of wasting time with a letter, he decided he would make haste and prepare to make up for his tardiness.
His first order of business was heading to the docks. Since Fontaine’s catastrophe was diverted, the docks had been open to more nations, namely Liyue Harbor. Since the reconnection with Liyue Harbor, new ingredients that couldn’t be grown in Fontaine had become increasingly in demand. He made his way to the large ship named The Crux, with its large red sails folded. He was glad they had yet to close up for the evening. He made quick work of purchasing the necessary amount of bamboo shoots and wine for the dinner he wanted to make.
Once he had bid farewell to the crew, he made his way to Fontaine’s own market streets, where he could find the rest of the ingredients fresher and cheaper than at the imports dock. He had to haggle with a few of the vendors, but he managed to stay within his budget. He had two more stops before he headed to see his beloved. His first stop was Café Lutece to purchase your favourite dessert, Fontinalia mousse, before visiting Boucicaut at his store to buy you a bouquet of your favourite flowers, pluie lotus.
He looked at his pocket watch to check the time; he wanted to make sure you were still at work before he entered your residence. He hung his coat on the coat rack before swapping his large boots for house slippers. He padded toward your kitchen to place the ingredients in the fridge, especially the mousse, before searching for an empty vase. He filled the vase with water before cutting the ends off the stems of the flowers, methodically placing them in the vase. Once upon a time, he didn’t know how to prepare flowers; too rough around the edges to handle such delicate things, it was only after meeting you that he learned how to be gentle.
He placed the full vase on the kitchen table, with two fresh candles on either side, before he washed his hands so he could prepare dinner while waiting for you to return. He slowly worked through scoring and preparing the meat, along with the spices, bamboo shoots, and soup broth. An hour later, the house was filled with mouthwatering scents. This was the scene that welcomed you when you entered your home, you were tired and not expecting company, but a small smile pulled onto your lips.
“Welcome home, my love.” Wriothesley’s smooth voice called from the kitchen, where he was preparing the table for you to eat. You had been planning to order in since you were too tired to cook for yourself, before you released a sigh of relief knowing you didn’t have to.
“I’m sorry I’m late.” You wanted to be mad; you wanted to be upset, but you could see the flowers on the table, the bamboo shoot soup in the slow cooker, and the sheepish, apologetic look on his usually calm and collected exterior.
“I suppose this is a start to making it up to me,” you spoke sternly, wanting to make him squirm while waiting for your forgiveness, even though you forgave him the moment you stepped through the door.
Wriothesley led you to the table, where he placed the casserole dish of bamboo shoot soup before lighting the candles on either side, bathing the dimly lit kitchen in a warm glow. Dinner was a quiet affair, your small hand held gently in his much larger hand as if it were fragile. There were soft whispered declarations of love, apologies, and hugs; all of the stress that lined both of your shoulders melted away in the warmth of each other. After you had both finished your dinner, he led you to the living room to sit in the pile of blankets he had prepared for your return.
You waited in front of the fire; he returned from the kitchen with a plate of Fontinalia mousse in one hand and two mugs of hot chocolate in the other. He placed the treats on the low coffee table before pulling you into his lap in the pile of blankets. “Happy birthday, my love.” You spent the rest of the evening enjoying his warmth and comfort, the crackling of the fire filling the air as you watched the light snow fall onto the Fontanian streets.
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talonabraxas · 15 days ago
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“I have united with the serpent of the beyond. I have accepted everything beyond into myself.” -C.G. Jung, The Red Book
The Caduceus - Magical Staff of Hermes Talon Abraxas
Through his sacrifice the Serpent-Saviour initiates a new winding on the spiral of the next dimension, marking the beginning of a New Age. He is like The Redeemer on the cross. Through him man pulls himself up at the moment of death into the lunar foundations of the next world. The Adept who touches the earth like the serpent's tail sacrifices his life to lift up the whole in his journey back to his Spiritual Seat. He is the Spiralled Serpent of the Tree of Life. "He is the Spiralled Serpent of the Tree of Life. The trunk of the Asvatta tree grows from heaven and descends at every Beginning from the two dark wings of the Swan of Life. The two Serpents, the ever-living and its illusion (spirit and matter) whose two heads grow from the one head between the wings, descend along the trunk, interlacing in close embrace. The two tails join on earth (the manifested universe) into one, and this is the great illusion."
Ophios and Ophiomorphos, Apollo and Python, Osiris and Typhon, Christos and the Serpent, are all convertible terms, all Logoi. "One is unintelligible without the other." They are spiritual saviours and physical regenerators; the former ensure immortality for the Divine Spirit and the latter give it through regeneration of the seed. The serpent or saviour has to die because he reveals the secret of the Immortal Ego. Human consciousness is related to the balancing and flow of subtle energy currents. The Sakti of Siva actively revolves around the Siva lingham, the neutral rod of the caduceus. The lotus centers in the body are pierced by the Sakti energy passing into progressively finer vibrations. The Buddha termed this 'the untying of all the knots in the inverse order.' Man approaches the Divine through spiral stages of initiation. Apollonius of Tyana spoke of the Second Hour when "by the duad, the zodiacal fish chant the praises of God; the fiery serpents entwine about the caduceus and the thunder becomes harmonious." This is one of twelve zodiacal steps of successive initiation, another being to study the balanced forces in nature and learn how harmony results from the analogy of contraries, "to know the Great Magical Agent and two-fold polarization of universal light."
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recapitulation · 9 months ago
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Wang Herun as Jiao Liqiao in Mysterious Lotus Casebook // 莲花楼 (2023)
[ID: gifs of the character Jiao Liqiao from the series "Mysterious Lotus Casebook." They show, in order: looking down at Li Lianhua in her dungeon, turning with a decorated red veil over her face, conceding after her brief fight with Li Lianhua with blood dripping from her mouth, smirking at Shan Gudao, instigating a fight with Li Lianhua, laughing on her throne, mocking Qiao Wanmian right before she poisons her, looking down at Di Feisheng with a sword over her shoulder, looking curiously at Li Lianhua while in full wedding attire, and with her hair mostly down looking at Di Feisheng with faux-sympathy while he's trapped in the pool. /end ID]
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burningcheese-merchant · 1 month ago
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Mythological Inspirations: Matar Paneer Cookie Edition
So, where did Matar Paneer- nah I don't feel like making this joke again. Indian curry dish + crazy lion lady + demon slaying goofball pretty boy. BOOM.
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Next installment of "Merchant rants about how far she went designing these fankids into a void for 10 hours"
Same as/with/for Pepper Jack, I researched and took inspiration from Egyptian and Hindu mythology while drafting up Matar Paneer. If Golden Cheese is Ra, and Burning Spice is Shiva, and Pepper Jack is the bennu bird + Ganesha... what does that make our little lady here?
Remember how Shiva has two sons? Jack is already one, so Paneer is, naturally, the other one. She takes after Kartikeya, second son of Shiva and Parvati, god of war and victory.
Kartikeya's primary color is red. So Paneer's is, as well. It's her favorite color and what she likes to wear the most. (It's also partially because of Burning Spice lol. Red will always = Papa to her to some degree)
Kartikeya is armed with a divine spear called Vel, which was a gift from his mother. Though Paneer wields and favors her katar, she will one day carry a spear alongside them, also a gift from her own mother (can't wait to tell that story haha)
One of Kartikeya's symbols is a peacock; this is because he has a giant peacock (named Paravani) as a mount. Likewise, I had Paneer befriend a peacock, which will one day grow big enough for her to ride around on herself (can't wait to tell that story either! I personally like my little interpretation of Paravani. Matar Paneer and her little bird bestie haha)
Kartikeya has a very innocent and playful personality; he's quite silly and mischievous, and likes to mess with things for fun (ex: messing with planets' orbits, stacking mountains on top of each other, stopping the flow of the Ganges river, etc). Paneer is quite similar (something else I didn't know beforehand, I swear. Paneer being a little gremlin just like the god she ends up taking after is another happy coincidence), going on little adventures and making messes and having... destructive tendencies like her Papa lol. (But she never means any harm. She's a good kid, she's just a bit impulsive and reckless)
Sometimes, Kartikeya is depicted with six heads (varies by scripture). Bit of a stretch, but I thought of having Paneer own six masks, each one wildly different from the other, that she'll often wear for fun. (I'll explain this better in another post)
Kartikeya is credited with defeating many monsters and demons, minor and major. So Paneer will grow up to become a renowned demon slayer, just like him (spoiling the end of her story there lol)
Golden Cheese is clearly inspired by Ra, Egyptian god of the sun and head of the pantheon (it's extra obvious with her Awakened form lol). The stories vary wildly from what I've seen, but the most baseline concept is that Ra has 3 daughters. Believing her to be the most fitting, I chose to have Paneer take after Sekhmet, Egyptian goddess of war, chaos, plague and medicine.
Sekhmet's primary color is also red. More red for our little lady. (All the war gods like red, so predictable smh)
Sekhmet is extremely violent and bloodthirsty, as her profession suggests. Born from the fire in Ra's eye, her main purpose in life is to protect him, help uphold cosmic order, and punish mortals for disobedience towards either. Paneer is... quite temperamental lol. Very strong-willed, very easily frustrated, very emotional. Fiercely protective of those she loves. And she can be... vengeful. Very, very vengeful. I will not elaborate further because it's spoilery as fuck lol
Like most of the other gods, Sekhmet is a furry part animal, with a woman's body and a lioness's head. Also a bit of a stretch, but... a certain young lady is getting a lioness tattoo on her back when she's an adult, as a nod/homage haha. Also, Golden Cheese's special nickname for her is "little lioness"
Sekhmet is often depicted with a lotus in one hand, and an ankh in the other. There, now you know why Paneer has a lotus in her hair lol (she's also getting an ankh tattoo when she's an adult, on her left wrist since that's the hand Sekhmet is always seen using to hold it (Paneer is getting a lot of tattoos when she's older, as you can see))
The Egyptians very much believed in names having power (common idea in the ancient world, really, but they were extra into it), so Sekhmet, like all the other gods, has like a billion names lol. To keep things simple (I counted 15 names the first time I looked into her and I'm pretty sure there's more), Paneer only gets a few: "Red Lady" (this one in particular), "Lady of Slaughter", "Mistress of Dread" and "She Before Whom Evil Trembles". The first three, people in general give her as a result of her actions/accomplishments (demon slayer, remember?) and are meant in a positive, reverent way (sometimes with a small touch of fear, admittedly). The last one is what High Priest Cheesenbird calls her. He has a term of affection/endearment for both children
Sekhmet can breathe fire; in fact, the Ancient Egyptians often credited/associated her with the hot desert winds because of it. I think I said this before already, but Paneer is a fire breather, too (she can light her hands and feet on fire, as well. Not a full-on firebender but not too far away)
In an interesting contradiction, Sekhmet is a goddess of both disease and medicine. She's bitter and wrathful, and causes plague outbreaks as a form of punishment for mankind... but she cures them, too. She's feared and looked to for salvation at the same time. She's even considered a patroness of physicians and healers. So... Perhaps our little firebreather has a hidden knack for healing, too. A secret power. One that's only noticed by another healer who would know how to spot and nurture such a talent *cough*Pure Vanilla*cough*. Maybe. Perhaps 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔
Also, here's some doodles of more general things just because
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There's little Paravani lol. Hopefully I actually start improving as an artist eventually, so I can draw Paravani better (or more in line with how he looks in my head. I don't really want a regular looking peacock, that's boring)
There's the little cheese lotus Paneer wears in her hair. Just used the one in the Golden Cheese Kingdom decor set as a reference 😅
Ankhs r cool 2 draw. Also, fun fact: they symbolize immortality and reincarnation. Reminds you of her mom, doesn't it? Haha
Tried to draw her katar (Indian knives. Basically Wolverine claws). They were a gift from Cilantro Cobra (she's alive and well in my personal canon ok 😫), and she went the extra mile to have little symbols engraved in both. Burning Spice's in one, Golden Cheese's in the other
She's supposed to have little green earrings that look like green peas ("matar" means green pea, "paneer" is the Indian cheese. Literally "green pea cheese" lol). Her design references the food she's supposed to be a lot more than Jack's, I think
Ok I'm done now. I'm sorry this post was so late. I'm also sorry this is all on paper and in shitty ass lighting, me no have drawing tablet. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk
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quitealotofsodapop · 2 months ago
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Had to format this weirdly cus I accidentally answered it privately to @soniclozdplove and lost it. Transcript is in image descriptions if this is too fuzzy:
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Oh boy, the first thing that happens to Macaque straight after that reveal?
A sock in the jaw. From five different fists.
Also a burning toddler catapulting themselves at his groin area.
The only reason Macaque isn't sent straight back to Diyu in that moment is the appearance of the world's best referee;
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Kṣitigarbha gave the Mercy Goddess a heads up when they sensed the Six Eared Macaque busting out of the Underworld.
Guanyin: "I plea that you halt your hands." Wukong: "Guanyin?" Macaque, surprised and beaten: "The mercy god?" Tang: (*faints*) Rest of the Gang: (*drop to a bowing pose*) Red: "Hi Auntie!" Tieshan, fan still pointed at Macaque: "Give us a single reason we should let this beast live." Guanyin: "His words and remorse are true. He had not known of the First Egg's existence when he engaged Sun Wukong in battle all those centuries ago." Wukong, still furious: "Whether it was deliberate or not - he still caused the death of ou- my first child! How can I be certain that he won't cause harm to this one?!"
The back and forth probably lasts hours or even days. And soon, Macaque realises that he needs an ultimatum.
Macaque: "Wukong, if there's any way for me to prove that I only wish to repair the damage I've done, please let me!" Wukong: "How?! How could you do anything to prove to me that you won't be a threat to them?!" Macaque: (*pauses in thought when his gaze falls upon the bodhisattva. The irony is almost hilarious.*) Macaque, pained sigh: "When I had stolen the scriptures from your Master, I only wished to free you of your duty to him, and free you from the Circlet." Wukong: "What does that have to do with the egg?" Macaque, kneels before Guanyin: "Bodhisattva, in order to prove my vow to protect Sun Wukong and his future cub; I ask that you give him the means to disable me if I ever become a threat once more." Guanyin: "What you ask for is no light request. You were willing to lie to the Buddha himself to remove the very same astra from your mate. If you take the burden for yourself, I cannot guarantee it will ever be removed." Wukong, eyes widen as he realises what's happening: "Macaque! You're not asking to-!" Macaque, firm: "I understand what I'm asking for. I also ask that both Nezha and Tieshan are taught the disabling mantra. I now understand that they have protected you and our island for far longer than I have. If anyone is to be trusted to monitor my actions, it's them." Guanyin: "What say you, Third Lotus Prince?" Nezha: "I... this is a bit unexpected... but I agree to act as the Macaque's warden. If he's truly seeking forgiveness, the Circlet will disallow him from straying." Guanyin: "And you, Iron Fan Princess?" Tieshan: (*points her weapon dangerously at Macaque's face*) Tieshan: "Do not think of this is an acceptance of apology, beast. If collaring you is what is required to keep Wukong and his child safe, I will accept my part in your punishment." Guanyin: "Then it shall be done. Liu'er Mihou, I now bind you with the Golden Tightening Fillet, so that you may be given the chance to prove your atonement." (*a light envelops Guanyin's hand as they bring it to Macaque's head, the shadow monkey grimacing as he feels the metal band encompass his crown. Wukong is shocked silent.*) Macaque, turns to Wukong with a hopeful smile: "Told you I was serious." Wukong, dumbfounded: "You... I guess you are."
Pigsy promptly asks what just happened, and why is the jerk monkey wearing jewellery now? Tang nearly faints again. Red Son demands to see the fillet in action and Iron Fan decides to amuse him.
Macaque's head is pounding for days afterwards.
Many hours later, with Macaque in the equivalent of a bright padded room, Wukong asks Macaque something important.
Wukong: "When?" Macaque, scratching his sore brow: "When what?" Wukong,: "When did you learn that they existed?" Macaque, eyes droop sadly: "When I greeted the Ten Kings and Kṣitigarbha in Diyu. They assured me that the cub's soul would be returned soon." Wukong, heart skipping: "Returned?" Macaque: "To you. I tried to offer something up to give them back to you right away but... it was out of my hands." Wukong, ghosts hand over stomach: "So you decided to escape when you heard they were coming back?" Macaque: "I did. I don't know where I escaped from, but I managed it. It was so dark and cold... all I could hear was my own thoughts and the winds of the Underworld. Then one day I hear one of the Ten Kings mention that The Monkey King's Cub is to be born soon, and I just saw white and-" Wukong, shushing: "Shhh. You don't have to keep explaining yourself. Though I'm still furious... You're clearly trying to make it better. I pray that the Egg is born in a time I can find myself forgiving you." Macaque: "Me too, peaches. Me too."
As his beloved King leaves the secure room, Macaque's hand switches from the circlet on his brow to the marriage pendant hidden beneath his clothing.
His vow is true. As is still his love for his mate. No matter how much he's hurt him, knowingly or not.
Also he should probably figure out what the heck the White Bone Spirit wanted out of him when she helped him escape the Underworld. He was a bit too occupied to pay attention.
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mushroomlupin · 1 year ago
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Inhale, Exhale
Pairing: anakin skywalker x f!reader
Summary: reader is darth vader's padawan, but anakin skywalker is revealed to her during meditation
Requested: yes or no (please send me requests!)
Warnings: mentions of nudity, choking, oral sex (f receiving), squirting, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) just overall smut y'all
Word Count: 2,010
Lord Darth Vader awaited your presence. 
Your Master.
The Jedi way had come to you naturally, its secrets whispered in your ears with every breath of wind. It flowed through your body like water, the Force swimming through your veins. No one agreed with Vader’s decision to train you. Hell, he wasn’t even sure why he had saved you. But he didn’t question it. He just knew that you were the singular Jedi he couldn’t kill. Then, you knew him as Anakin Skywalker. But the next time you saw him, he was Lord Darth Vader. 
He would summon you. You would come. He would train you. He would excuse you. You would leave. 
It was simple and routine, like a daily meal. 
It was your very own ritual with Lord Vader.
People would whisper, wondering why you were so special, why you were the saved one. But no one dared to question his decision. 
Today was like any other day. You woke up. You meditated. You ate your usual breakfast with a side of herbal tea. You dressed yourself in your tunic and pants. You were summoned through the Force to go see the Lord. You grabbed your saber and followed his orders.
“I hope you have brought your focus today, Y/n,” he announced as you entered the large room.
You bowed down.
“I always bring my focus for you, Master,” you responded.
He walked down the set of stairs, his cape flying in the air behind him. 
“Shall we put it to the test?” he pulled his saber out from his side, the red color forming from the handle. 
You copied his actions, your own blue saber doing the same. 
“We shall, Master.” you agreed.
You trained, dueling with your sabers, red and blue clashing and igniting sparks of purple light throughout the space. He said things like “Use your anger, Padawan,” and “Feel the Force within you. Use it.”
Once the duel was over and his lightsaber was on the floor, you bowed to him. Your chest heaved and sweat droplets ran down your forehead. He used the Force to grab his red saber and put it away. You put yours away as well and got into position for meditation. 
You put your legs in Lotus position and closed your eyes.
You were transported into a field filled with aromatic flowers, which wasn’t unusual. You felt a gentle breeze lift your hair from the nape of your neck, which felt nice in comparison to the sweat sticking your hair to your skin previously. You breathed the sweet floral aroma into your nostrils, focusing on your breath as you exhaled and repeated. 
“Padawan.”
You looked ahead and, for the first time, your Master himself stood in front of you. Except he didn’t look like Lord Vader. 
He looked like Anakin Skywalker. 
His name nearly slipped out of your mouth, but you composed yourself and corrected your brain.
“Master?” you questioned.
His smirk was barely noticeable.
“Focus, Y/n.”
You frowned, clearly confused, but obliged. You inhaled, breathing in that scent of the field that you loved so much, before exhaling and repeating. 
You closed your eyes, but you could hear his footsteps. You could feel it as he walked closer to you, his presence getting more and more startling. You fought not to open your eyes.
“You’re doing so good,” you could feel his breath fan against your face. “Focus.”
Inhale.
Exhale.
It was getting harder and harder. You hoped he didn’t notice your breaths go uneven.
Of course he noticed.
You felt pressure around your neck.
“Focus,” he warned.
With every cell of restraint within you, you attempted to block him out as you breathed.
Inhale.
Exhale.
But you couldn’t help the sudden pulsing between your legs. 
The last thing you heard was a chuckle before you were brought back to the room with Master Vader.
“You may leave,” he excused you.
You bowed down to him once more and left.
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You woke up the next day, trying to ignore the fact that you spent the previous night grinding against your fingers for hours, thinking of Anakin Skywalker and his presence during your meditation. You ate your breakfast and drank your herbal tea, dressed in your tunic and pants, and waited for your Master’s invite. 
It took longer than usual.
You were finally summoned through the Force, and you made your way to him with your heart thrumming in your chest. 
When you arrived, he was turned around as usual. 
“We are going to try something different today,” he announced.
You gulped.
“What did you have in mind, Master?”
He turned around, the light reflecting off of his helmet.
“We are going straight into meditation.”
Your cheeks flushed. You took your seat on the floor, going into position and closing your eyes.
Inhale.
Exhale.
It didn’t take long for you to go to your normal place, opening your eyes at the flower-covered field. 
He was there again. 
Like Master Vader, he was turned around. He was in his robes and his hair was long, the same way he looked in your last meditation. 
He looked exactly like he had the last time you had seen Anakin Skywalker…before he turned into Darth Vader. 
“Get your lightsaber ready,” he said, turning around to face you with a smirk plastered against his lips. 
To your surprise, your lightsaber was at your hip. You grabbed the handle and turned it on, the blue light pouring out of it. He repeated your action with his own red saber.
You took position, circling around him slowly before attacking. The two of you dueled like normal, except you were aware of his facial expressions and his permanent smirk. 
“Focus, Y/n!”
He could tell you were struggling. Of course, he could. 
Sweat dripped down your back as you used the Force and fought him. Your sabers clashed together, sparks flying and sizzling onto some of the flowers. 
Finally, you managed to get his saber out of his hands.
He nodded approvingly. 
“My Padawan has proved herself well.”
You blushed and bowed to him. 
“Thank you, Master.”
He walked closer to you, his lips upturned.
“Lord Vader’s one and only Padawan has proven to everyone that she is in fact a gift to the galaxy, much like her Master,” he complimented.
You nodded with a blush.
“Thank you so much, Master.”
He took a few more steps toward you. 
“Perhaps it’s time that her Master shows her just how much she’s proven herself…?” he trails off, his hand coming up to meet your throat. 
You lift your chin, staring into his eyes as he squeezes gently around your neck. You feel a pulsing in between your legs again, your limbs feeling weak and your mouth suddenly going dry.
Anakin moves your face close to his with his hand around your throat, finally meeting your lips with his own. It’s deep and fiery, filled with a passion that seems long overdue. His tongue slips between your lips and your tongue slides against his own. Your lips move against each other and your hands go to his hair, tangling in his chestnut locks. Suddenly, you feel his knee nudge your legs apart and move to your heat. You gasp at the intrusion and you can’t stop yourself from grinding against his knee. 
“Look at my Padawan,” he laughs. “So needy, you’re humping my leg like a bitch in heat.”
You whimper aloud and he chuckles at your patheticness. 
He moves his knee away from you and his hand unravels around your throat. He slips his robe off of himself, his tunic following. Your mouth gapes at his toned torso, his chest puffed out and abs flexing underneath the sun. 
“Like what you see, Y/n?” His eyes are half-lidded and he looks more seductive than ever. 
You nod, words seemingly impossible to produce at the moment. 
“I’d like it if I could see my Padawan like this,” he admitted. “Could you do that for me? Can you take off your tunic for your Master?”
It took a moment to process his words, but you eventually nod and lift the fabric over your head and drop it onto the grass beneath you. His smirk gets more upturned as his lips return to your own and he grabs fistfulls of your breasts. Your lips open, your jaw dropping at the unknown feeling. His fingers play and tug at your nipples, his knee returning between your legs. 
“Master!” you gasp.
He grins against your lips, using the force to tug your trousers down, the fabric pooling at your ankles. Anakin released himself from your mouth and followed your pants, his knees dropping onto the grass beneath him. He wasted no time in forcing a leg onto his shoulder and burying his face between your thighs. You cried, his tongue lapping up all of your juices.
“Master,” you repeated like a prayer, “Master, Master, Master…”
His tongue swirled around your sensitive bead before suckling it between his lips. You felt a familiar sensation building up within you, like a fire that’s being tended to. This sensation grew more and more as he sped up the pace, obscene noises filling the air between you.
A pressure made its way back to your neck, as though the ghost of his metal hand had been wrapped around your windpipe. 
You screamed, thighs trembling around his face as you came onto his mouth. He lapped up all of your juices, groaning into your pussy which prolonged your orgasm.
Once your thighs stopped trembling around his chestnut curls, he stood back up and roughly turned you around. You could hear his pants drop to his ankles and he wasted no time entering you.
Your pussy squelched around him, your cum and your Master’s spit mixture a perfect lubricant for his thick cock. His metal hand replaced the Force, wrapping around your neck as he pounded into you.
“Kriff,” he cursed, skin slapping against skin. 
You moaned in response, feeling him thrust deeply inside of you.
“I know you can give me one more,” he brought his other hand around your body, his finger rubbing tight circles against your clit. “I know my Padawan can come for me once more for her Master.”
The pleasure was building, but you just couldn’t get there. You were spent. Your legs were sore, your body was tired, and there were tears that you hadn’t realized were there running down your face. 
“I can’t, Master!” you cried.
“You can,” he assured, his voice rough and dry. “Focus, Y/n.” 
His hand tightened around your throat, his cool metal fingers pressed against your pulse point. At the same time, his tip brushed against a spot within you that you hadn’t known was there. Fluid gushed out between your thighs as you came, your body spasming against him. He held you tight, fucking you through it before you felt his cock spurt inside of you. 
He slid out of you, both your juices combined spilling out and down your legs. He chuckled, wiping some of it with his fingers and popping his digits into his mouth with an, “Mmmm.”
Your jaw fell slightly at the sight, but you were so spent you could barely function. Anakin noticed your legs wobbling and laid his robe out onto the grass for you to lay on. You oblige, your chest heaving and your face flushed with exhaustion. 
He used his tunic to carefully wipe you, cleaning your sex as best as he could.
“You did so good, Padawan,” he smiled, brushing stray hair out of your face. “I knew you could do it.”
You blushed. 
“Was I good for my Master?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “You were good for your Master.” He ran his fingers through your hair, watching as you closed your eyes. “You may rest now, Padawan.”
And you did. 
You inhaled the aroma of sex and the sweet smell of flowers around you.
Inhale.
Exhale.
You felt yourself slip away in your Master’s arms.
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mxtxfanatic · 5 months ago
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While flipping through mdzs to verify some stray thoughts of mine, I happened to fall into a translation discrepancy that I feel really, really emphasizes how important it is to have a proper grasp on the language you are translating before translating for a public audience.
Now before we get too deep into this, I want to reiterate that I am someone who does not understand Mandarin in any form but has been reading translations (both by humans and machines) for a few years now. However, because I have been reading translations that tend to follow the Mandarin more closely in grammar and because I haven't shied away from reading machine-made or bad human translations, I have noticed some places where mistranslations from Mandarin to English are common: pronouns, verb-subject matching, negatives, prepositions, and conjunctions. For this post, we will be focusing on the latter two.
In the lead-up to the Wen invasion of Lotus Pier, we are given a scene where Madam Yu whips Wei Wuxian, and in this scene, we are given a glimpse as to Madam Yu's average punishments towards the young ward.
While Madam Yu always pelted him with hostile words, she’d never really hit him hard before—two or three lashes at most, or being made to kneel or confined indoors, and it never took Jiang Fengmian long to release him from that.
—Vol. 3, Chapt. 12: Sandu: The Three Poisons, 7seas
In the past, although Madam Yu had always come at him with harsh words, she had never truly been cruel to him. The most that he’d been through were two or three strikes and being grounded. He’d also be let out by Jiang FengMian soon later.
—Chapt. 57: Poisons, exr
Reading these back-to-back, it should be very clear that though the same section is being translated from the same exact source, these translations do not say the same thing. The official stresses that Madam Yu had never hit Wei Wuxian "that hard" before, as well as saying that his punishments were a few lashes OR being made to kneel OR being confined, three separate punishments never taken together according to this diction. The exr translation, however, states that Madam Yu had "never truly been cruel to him" (emphasis mine) and that him being whipped was in addition to being confined. The emphasis on the strength of her lashings is absent, but an emphasis on the intent behind her actions—that she never meant to be honestly cruel to her ward—is established in its stead. (While this section as translated by exr does not mention kneeling, later scenes reflecting on Wei Wuxian's childhood in Lotus Pier do.)
Both of these translations... are wrong.
If we give exr the benefit of the doubt by virtue of being the original completed English translation of mdzs, then the official 7seas release should automatically raise red flags for the ways it seems to directly contradict the narrative that has existed for a few years before the novel was licensed. It doesn't help that the official has been riddled with many mistranslations and omissions from the very first volume, lowering any credibility it would otherwise have to stand on. But if we were to examine the rest of the exr translation, then the emphasis on Madam Yu's intent also rings false given the fact that we are told over and over again in this same translation that 1) Madam Yu is, in fact, unnecessarily, illogically, and erratically mean-spirited and cruel, and 2) Wei Wuxian knows this even at this time in his life (shoutout to the Lotus Pod Seeds extra) and understands her actions as targeted cruelty. What does the actual text say, then?
Although Madam Yu always spoke ill of him before, her hand had never been this viciously cruel. At most, she whipped him two or three times and ordered him to kneel down and be confined to his room, and he would be released by Jiang Fengmian sometime later.
—@jiangwanyinscatmom (emphasis mine)
Madam Yu has never been "as cruel" as in that moment when whipping Wei Wuxian, because normally she only whips him 2-3 times. She would whip him a few times and send him to the ancestral hall to kneel and be in confinement, which matches up to the memories that Wei Wuxian reflects on in other parts of the novel. This translation gets rid of the character inconsistencies that the other two translations create. So how did we get here? Remember how I pointed out those common Mandarin-to-English translation mistakes? Well, both the exr and 7seas translations fall into the trap of confusing conjunctions and prepositions. That's how we get a list of punishments rather than an order of events for a singular punishment type. That's how we get "not truly cruel" instead of "not as cruel." That's how we get these sections contradicting what we know about Madam Yu's personality and behavior from the rest of the novel through those two translations. Unfortunately, both translation teams just happened to flub in the same area in slightly different ways, and while I'm willing to give a multi-lingual grade-school student translating in their spare time the benefit of the doubt, a paid translator with a translation team hired by a professional publishing house should have better quality control than a spare-time hobbyist.
Also, just in case anyone wants more proof on what mxtx meant for us to take away about Madam Yu's treatment of Wei Wuxian from this scene, it was also apparently so important to mxtx for readers to know that Madam Yu was truly cruel to Wei Wuxian during his childhood that the act of her routinely whipping him whenever he was in her presence was something that was added into the revised mdzs. It was not in the original unedited version of the novel.
In the past, although Lady Yu always insulted or patronized him, she never laid a hand on him. At worst, she’d make him kneel for prolonged periods of time, but he’d always get bailed out by Jiang FengMian after a while.
—Chapt. 57. Act 12: Sandu/Three Poisons, Part 2, qinghe-nie
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