#quartett actually

[ningtual]

also plsplspsksoslsplsplspls i want to see sungchan smtown gifs so badly 😞😞

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Just Take It | Jeon Jungkook | Bonus Drabble 5

Summary: Jungkook has treated you like a princess all day for your birthday and it's all lead up to this very special moment (a little glimpse into their future 🤭) Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 1.5k~ Warning: Honestly no warnings I think. Just some cute fluff and some suggestive language. Nothing crazy (written very quickly but I hope you guys still like it!) Requested by: 🧜‍♀️ anon 💜 (Happy Late Birthday my love) & another anon from a while back 💜 (sorry I didn't get it out till now 🥺) Start from the beginning

"Can I open my eyes now?" I ask, humoring him in this silly game that he's made of my birthday today. 

"Not yet, just a little closer" he say, guiding me by my hips and I soon feel the ground change from some sort of pavement to that of a stonework pathway. "Careful" he warns as I stumble when my foot gets caught on a rock. "I wouldn't have to be careful if I didn't have to keep my eyes closed" I grumble and he laughs before bringing me to a halt.

I feel him walk around me until he's standing right in front of me and tilts my head up towards him. "You and I both know you would've tripped on that rock anyways" he whispers against my lips causing me to shudder. The intensity of his words and actions mixed with the cool crisp air in this open area giving me goosebumps. 

He places a chased kiss on my pouted lips that try to respond to his but he's pulling back before I can even try to deepen it. "Okay, you can open them" he say, now standing behind me and I once I open my eye my breath is instantly taken away. 

"Jungkook" I whisper, a recreation of a beautiful white gazebo covered in twinkling lights and vines full of white roses accompanied by a table for two is the scene I'm met with. The warm glow scatters across the pathway as he ushers me closer. I turn around to face him once we've taken a closer look and I can see how nervous he looks after having revealed his hard work he had put together for the night. 

"You remembered" I say, blinking back the tears that I feel are no doubt making my eyes gloss over. "Did I do a good job?" he asks while he rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his that always makes this strong confident man turn into a shy teenage boy, melting my heart and making me fall in love with him all over again. 

"It's perfect!" I say, going on my tippy toes and kissing him, hints of how I'll show my appreciation to him when we're alone again lightly laced through it. 

"It's almost as if we're in the actual movie!" I say, walking inside of the gazebo and admiring how much attention to detail he's put into this. "No wonder we've been watching A Cinderella Story so often" I say, now connecting the dots and finally figuring out why he had been so sneaky recently. 

"What? Can't a man just simply like a movie?" he playfully scoffs, walking closer to me and wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me close. "Thank you" I say and he hums in response. "Happy Birthday Darling" he replies, leaning down and rubbing his nose against mine. 

He pulls back and waves someone forward that had been hiding in the shadows and when I turn around I realize he's somehow managed to get a stringed quartette for the night. "Jungkook this is too much" I say, knowing that stuff like this definetly isn't cheap. 

"Don't worry, I only booked them for half an hour" he says making me laugh at his ways of trying to explain away how much he's spent on me the entire day as he's bought me almost everything I've so much glanced at, even when I asked him not to. 

I turn around and take a couple steps closer to the table and see the candles just waiting to be lit accompanied by my drink of choice on ice. 

"You-" I start off, turning around to face him but notice he's holding a white gift box wrapped with a white satin bow. "Jungkook" I scold, remembering how I told him to stop buying things for me already. "This is the last thing I promise" he says and I give him a warning glance before tugging on the ribbon and opening the lid and what I see inside really makes me want to cry this time. 

"I don't deserve all this" I say, tears welling up in my eyes and he panics and places the box on the table. "Please don't cry. I didn't mean to make you cry" he says, pulling me closer and placing a kiss on the crown of my head. 

"You've been treating me like a princess this whole day and then you not only do that but then plan all of this as well? Even down to the smallest details" I say, pulling away from him and reaching back into the box to pull out the beautifully, intricately designed pure white masquerade mask. 

"Well I did want to give you your own Cinderella Story for your birthday since I know it's your comfort movie. You do deserve this darling, and so much more" he say, wiping a stray tear off my cheek. "You even had us get breakfast at a diner this morning too" I chuckle and he does so right along with me. 

"What's wrong with that? Sam worked at a dinner in the movie right?" he asks and I nod my head in confirmation. "I should've known something was up when I saw roller skates" I say, joining along in his laughter. 

"You're just lucky I didn't try to get Hillary Duff over here to take your order" he teases poking me in the side which gains him a wack in the arm that he so dramatically responds to by faking a wince. "I would've preferred Jennifer Coolidge. She was so mean to Sam in that movie I would've loved to see her slip and fall in roller skates again" I wink and he continues laughing at my devious words. 

"You know she's like 60 years old now right? She could fall and break her hip" he says and I wave him off. "She's 62, she's not that old. If you're talking like that about her then you better start counting your years grandpa" I say patting him twice on the same bicep I hit earlier. 

"You're a little trouble maker you know you" he says, and tries to corner me. "Yes, yes I do. Don't get ahead of yourself though Daddy, we have company" I say, nodding towards the four who have been giving us a backing track to our nonsensical interaction. 

"Careful Bunny, you shouldn't be throwing words like that out in the open. I'm not opposed to bending you over that little table" he threatens and I visibly gulp, having forgotten exactly who I'm dealing with. "You know" I squeak out before clearing my throat, "You know you still haven't asked me to dance" I say and he smirks and steps back, giving me some breathing room and grabs the mask. 

"May I" he asks, holding it up so he can put it on me and I respond by turning my back to him so he can tie it. Once he's done his hands trail down my body and rest on my waist while he leans in and places some feather light kisses along my neck.

"Jungkook" I breathe out, trying but failing at adding a sterner tone to it. "Yes darling?" he asks, running his nose along the column of my neck. "A dance, just a dance" I say regrettably, lost in the feeling of him touching me like this but too embarrassed to let any of this go any further. 

He sighs against my skin before placing one more kiss this time under my ear and then twirling me around before dipping me into a low heated kiss. 

He stands back up and steadies me on my feet, still feeling a little woozy from the unexpected motion. He laughs and keeps a hold of my waist so I don't stumble before pulling me close and into that dance that I had mentioned. 

"You still didn't ask me" I grumble and he chuckles before pulling away, doing exactly as Austin Ames had done with his princely bow. "May I have this dance?" he questions and I wait a moment as if contemplating it and when he cocks his brow at me I immediately take his hand and he whisks me off my feet and twirls us about the small space. 

"Jungkook put me down!" I giggle and he slow his turns to a stop and places me back on my feet. "Are you trying to make me sick or something?" I ask in reference to all of the dipping and twirling and his casual efforts that just continue to take my breath away. 

"Not unless it's lovesick" he chuckles, placing a kiss on my forever pouted lips and walking over to pull out my chair. 

We continue the night with a candle lit dinner and his continued efforts to make me laugh and it's at that moment that I truly, with my entire heart hope that we will spend the rest of our lives together... 

And maybe in the next one too if he's lucky. 

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[yanderepuck]

A YEAR IN THE MAKING

You know this BIG project I keep mentioning??

A good amount of you have guessed it, some of you know all about it because I've been bouncing ideas off of you to help me with the thought process.

SALAÌ IS GETTING HIS OWN ROUTE!!!!

Long story short.. it was supposed to be 8-10 chapters. It was going to be a speed run route. It's obvs not a real route it can be quick and not so indepth right? Right?

It's 20 chapters. With 3 side stories and an Episode 0.

There were going to be 4 cgs but... Art is pricey and well... honestly.. his route isn't even canon.

In Salaìs route, you, the mc, meet Salaì as he's painting in town. He's there looking for someone but you don't know who. But you get closer to him, going on little dates.. having no choice but to stay at his place for a night, helping him get his art shown in a gallery...and then it falls apart

I will be posting each chapter separately. There will be 3-4 days between each chapter. I will have a tag list. If you are tagged on this post you are already part of it. If you'd like to be part of it just comment saying so.

Minor details: so he has 3 side stories plus the episode 0...those will not be posted here. I've put so much work into this.. literally started August 25th last year...they will be available on Kofi as the chapters related to them are posted. They will only $1. You don't need these side stories for the main story just like in the game so please don't complain about me putting 4 of these behind a pay wall.

Info on the route itself: I will be staying this once I start posting it but through the story I will be calling him Salaì..but for a good part of it he goes by a different name. It shouldn't be confusing but he does have three names after all. Also I said his route isn't canon, meaning his route does not line up with his actual lore. In no way would Salai chose Mc over Leonardo, and I also don't put all of trauma of his in here bc its not really the focus, and like I said.. not even canon. BUT I AM WILLING TO ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS AT ANY GIVEN TIME. I also have @ask-salai where you can ask questions about it too if you would want HIM to answer and not me.

I REALLY REALLY REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS READ AND INTERACT WITH THIS.

Not trying to be threatening... But if this doesn't do well... I'm not sure if I'll continue writing. This is a years worth of work. Reblogs really do mean a lot to me. I want feedback. I want to know what you guys think.

I still need to proof read it all and doubt check some things but I wanted to get the word out about what I was doing.

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[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

Made it to chapter 16 today which means Feyre and I have both had our first impressions of Rhysand's Inner Circle and ohhhhhhh boy

Its hard to pinpoint why exactly, but theres something so discomforting about watching them interact. I think the main thing is that for all their "casual-ness", theres still clearly a rigid hierarchy between them and they all seem to 'know their place' so to speak, its not at all like Lucien and Tamlin's relationship in the first book which genuinely felt like a friendship that was unburdened by their status or positions. Like, theres this one moment where Mor and Amren are like kinda bickering with each other i guess, and Feyre remarks that Mor is probably super powerful if she dares talk back against Amren (in an incredibly minor matter Im pretty sure but I already forgor ngl) and because this is the book where Feyre's perspective starts being Objectively Correct all the time, I guess that's true, I guess the only reason someone would dare voice their opinion on something to this friend group is if they were physically more powerful because otherwise you just level a fucking mountain during an argument

Anyway, Im gonna switch topics for a short moment but I promise this diversion is relavant to the point above. So, sometimes when I go into the anti-tags on here looking for criticisms or complaints of the books, I instead find anti-ship posts that are mainly just about trash-talking some ship, mostly ones relating to that whole Elucien/Elriel/Gwynriel shipwar, which I already have thoughts on but I'll save those for later. In any case, one day I stumbled upon this pretty long anti-elriel post about how the gifts Elain gives Azriel on winter solstice arent actually cute and it describes how she gave him like, herbs that help with headaches "because his friends are always giving him headaches" apparently. And then that post went on a whole rant about how insensitive that was of her and that she doesnt actually understand Azriel's dynamic with his close friends, but honestly, judging from this chapter Elain was absolutely spot on

And I usually wouldn't say this because yknow, its only one chapter and we're probably gonna get the nuances of their relationship later, but this is a book written by Sarah J Maas, her characters and their relationships are rarely particularly deep and, more importantly, her writing is incredibly unsubtle. If Azriel was in any way fond of his friends shenaningans I wouldve noticed it, because Feyre wouldve noticed it like 15 times during that whole dinner. But she didnt.

Its especially bad for Cassian and Azriel because it feels like Cassian thinks they have this great rapport but Azriel just genuinely kinda dislikes him. Not to mention that whole fucking mess with Azriel and Mor and Cassian and Mor having sex so she wouldnt get married off or whatever, good god how is every conversation between them not insanely awkward

Even beyond that, idk man, theyre all just so insufferable. I dont understand how Amren, ancient eldritch being trapped in a fae body that she is, can stand to be around them, I wouldve left them 5 centuries ago if I was her. I guess the explanation is that she finds the government position interesting but its like, youre SECOND to the most boring and annoying man on the planet only kinda ruling over a court that you dont even actually care about from everything Ive heard. Again, if I was in Amren's position I would not be hanging out in an APARTMENT in a boring ass city at the behest of a quartett of stupid bozos, I wouldve weaseled my way into being the personal advisor of Beron or some shit so I could watch the Vanserra Family Drama unfold live

There was one good thing about this discomforting dinner though, and that was how inexplicably gay Cassian was for Rhysand. He was really out there, looking at him with such love, calling him pretty twice in like two minutes being all "I knew I wanted a piece of him the moment I first saw him, the high lord's pretty son" like okay. I know what you are

[mizaruwu]

Since I never had time (and motivation 😭) to actually draw the legendary Quartett in ✨fancy✨ clothes I decided to give you a little ravio

In his fancy little uniform

Lookadim

Lookadimgo

Sure hope he won’t somehow trip over the cape or get it stuck somewhere

Ah what am I saying, that would never happen to him, surely

Thanks for the lil Ravio! looks like he needs a bit of help getting out of his cape HAHAHAHA

as they say- laugh first, then help XD

[manyeyedsphynx]

Ok... so let's play a game: ...CLAMP's work or Kazushi Hagiwara's work...? :D

...How did I come up with that stupid idea...? Well, since I love CLAMP's works (especially the older ones from the 90ies) but also really do love Kazushi Hagiwara's BASTARD!!, I just can't ignore how similar their works are at some points - YES, the shoujo mangaka-quartett and the shounen/hentai artist...! xD

I love that genuinely...! :D (I think the spirit in the 80ies/90ies was just the same for them all, so naturally their would be at least some similarities... also I think H.R. Giger must have had some influence on mangaka of that era too, when looking at certain paneels xD)

Even funnier so, because the CLAMP ladies and Hagiwara actually knew each other and seem to have gotten along well...? :D (they have meet and were guests on his (in-)famous mangaka-parties xD He states that in the comment section of this BASTARD!! volumes himself xD)

So yeah, maybe it was even an intentional homage to each other...? xD

...oh and yeah, BOTH of them, Hagiwara as well as CLAMP, seem to like drawing men and women sexy, just look at the paneels... :D

EXAMPLES:

The one image above the text is Luci from Bastard. Have some Kamui from X/1999 now in comparison xD

...and again, Luci...

...and Kamui:

Now what I meant by Giger-influence. Dark Schneider:

and Satsuki from X/1999 within her occult supercomputer Beast:

Kamui from X/1999:

...but it's not only the "tech-parts", but also more "fleshy/meaty" aspects: Scans are from CLAMP's "RG Veda". Ice-Demon:

Ashura and Yasha:

Ashura freeing Shurato (...especially these two pages could perfectly fit into Bastard as well... 'tentacle pr0n in my shoujo-manga? more likely than you think...' xD)

...and some more "bio-body-horror" (RG Veda by CLAMP):

...especially those designs and Shurato (Ashura's sword in RG Veda) design made me think of Anthrax from Bastard :)

but also the architecture fits I think xD

...now for the Bastard paneels:

Anthrax:

meaty/fleshy horror designs:

...will upload some more in the future^^ (It's a bit of a struggle to search through all the manga volumes, as they are quite a LOT... xD)

[linilunilumi]

Statistik-Zeit! Mit allen 26 Folgenbeschreibungen online dachte ich, wir schauen uns noch einmal an, wie oft welcher Charakter erwähnt wird und was uns das (vielleicht) über die Staffel sagt:

Die Schatzsuche nimmt wie erwartet leider den Hauptteil der Staffel ein und somit führen Maxi (15/26) und Joshua (11/26) die Liste an.

Abgesehen davon sind in ihrer ✨main character era✨ diese Staffel Massuda (11/26), Ava (10/26) und Noah (9/26); lieben wir! Und das, obwohl der Junge zwischendurch für 10 Folgen am Stück verschwindet. Aber gut, dass wir so Panik geschoben haben, Leute ahaha

Das Mittelfeld besteht aus: Karl (7/26), Leon (7/26), Nesrin (7/26) und Tahmina (7/26); Elly (6/26); Annika (5/26) und Reena (5/25); Marlon (4/10) und Simon (4/10).

Nesrin und ihr love quartett werden erstaunlich selten erwähnt... wie schade *hust*

Den Kürzeren ziehen diese Staffel (ohne große Überraschung, aber dafür mit großer Trauer) Chiara (4/10), Joel (3/10) und Mikka (3/10).

... was noch ein wenig trauriger wird, wenn man den Fakt dazu nimmt, dass Charlotte (6/10), Io (4/26) und Colin (3/26) als Nebencharaktere genauso oft, oder sogar öfter erwähnt werden.

Justice für unsere drei Mäuse!

Reminder: Wir wissen, dass nur weil jemand nicht erwähnt wird, es nicht heißt, dass er/sie nicht auch eine wichtige Rolle in einer Folge spielen kann. Allgemein weiß ich aber nicht, was ich davon halten soll, dass die große Mehrheit von den Charakteren maximal in einem Drittel der Folgen Teil der Hauptstorylines zu sein scheint - viele noch deutlich weniger. (actually, i know how i feel about it. and it's not good.)

[raviraaa]

#7 of random merlin prompts:

s03e10: Queen of Hearts AU

arwen -> morgwen & merthur

Morgana is still haunted by visions of Gwen being crowned Queen, but the real reason why she despises that particular future are the (not actually unrequited) feelings for her maid-servant she desperately tried to get over during her time with Morgause. Gwen being crowned as Arthurs Queen however is the last straw and Morgana tries everything (except outing them to Uther) to put an end to Arwens relationship before it has even begun. Merlin, obviously, tries everything to stop her. Unknowingly to both of them, Arthur and Gwen have a surprising heart to heart in the meantime, talking about dreams and hopes for their futures that don‘t quite align anymore (mainly due to their denied feelings for certain warlocks/sorceresses).

Featuring:

jealous morgana / protective merlin

smart gwen / obliviously pining arthur

a quartett of denied feelings & lots of miscommunication

angst with a happy ending

In the end it‘s nothing more than a simple misinterpretation. Morgana keeps having visions, until she finally realizes that they never meant Gwen to be Arthur‘s Queen. When the vision reveals itself fully, it is no other than Morgana herself crowning her love.



[flash-exchange]

A symbiosis of Distrust and need

Characters: Nobunaga, Mitsuhide Writers: @evil-quartett @claviscollections @scorchieart Rating: all ages Warnings: none Notes: We played Frantic Fanfic in voice chat and decided it was too much fun not to share it. Strap in for the chaos! (5 minutes mode; we challenged ourselves to be serious)

Nobunaga found himself concerned. Where did Mitsuhide go? Rumor was that he'd been betrayed by the snake of Echigo. The Demon King had more and more trouble actually believing his vessel went for quests against the pirates a lot of times, but rarely brought back any treasure, weapons, or prisoners. Asking was pointless, though, for whenever he asked, the silver-tongued man would tell him an elaborate story about his fights. It's started feeling almost like the net of a spider, slowly entrapping him inside it, to be consumed by Mitsuhide. Truly, that man wasn't a snake, he was a spider who'd webbedn around the world.

---

Mitsuhide loved keeping secrets. He enjoyed it to a fault, and someday, if he wasn't careful it might come back to bite him in the backside. It wasn't that he was betraying Nobunaga per se, he was just… Twisting some truths, and finding favourable positions for himself. He wanted to be the only one who knew the full picture, and thus his master could never fully trust him. The dance went on and on. Nobunaga mistrusting but needing Mitsuhide, and Mitsuhide mistrusting and needing Nobunaga.

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But how long could this dance last? Would it end as soon as the music ceased to play, or would the two prolong this waltz of deception until the weaker collapsed? It was a question neither knew the answer to, but could not deny the thrill of seeking it out to the final moment. And it seemed, at last, that moment was fast approaching. Nobunaga curled his fist around the hilt of his katana and took a battle stance. The port he followed Mitsuhide's lead to sat abandoned, and the quickly receding twilight gave the shore the air of a haunted cove. Wherever Mitsuhide was hiding, whatever he was planning, the truth was bound to reveal itself now. Nobunaga knew it as surely as he knew the range of his weapon. And as the final stars straggled to catch view of the upcoming confrontation, Mitsuhide emerged from the thicket of brush just beyond the bay armed and smiling. "Shall we?" he taunted. "Of course."

[shakespearerants]

I must say my favourite random characterization moment of the gang is that they're an actually quite competent singing group/barbershop quartett

[kuschelkissen]

Took me a while to reply to this post, I was thinking about how to do it without clogging the OPs notes even more with this tangent ^^'

So this will be a direct reply to @pastorfutureletthembe

Long post lol

Now, about Lu Guang and his role in Cheng Xiaoshi's death, I have many, M A N Y theories actually. The possession route is very plausible. Actually there are several threads about it on twitter supporting it. I cannot find the one where OP removes the red filter and Lu Guang still has red eyes but it's out there. Hard to say if dream sequence or memory, if original timeline or repeat.

I think this is the point where I disagree mostly with the reasoning. I'm pretty certain that this scene is a dream squence, alone from how it is all portrayed - the red filter, the weird lines, the overlay with Vein's voice, and that is A LOT of blood... Like... what did he do to get him to bleed this much so quickly? Plus we have Lu Guang waking up from a nightmare in the first trailer, I wouldn't be surprised if that directly follows this scene tbh.

What goes against the possession theory imo is also that Lu Guang didn't think of Liu Min being possessed earlier. Idk, I think if I had killed my bestie while under control of someone else, this would be something more on my mind?

(Might just be me really hoping that this theory turns out to be wrong, because I really don't want him to be the direct, immediate cause for Cheng Xiaoshi's death =') )

I DO, however, think that Lu Guang might passively be responsible for his death. Be it that whatever he did set it all into motion, or be it that Cheng Xiaoshi did what he did several times in S2 and threw himself between Lu Guang and a bullet...

A part of me is convinced that Lu Guang wasn't even part of Cheng Xiaoshi's life in the original timeline. Maybe there actually is a Time Agency and Lu Guang was part of it and he kinda grew fond of CXS while investigating his missing parents. Or maybe he was Vein's pupil until he realized how much of a psychopath he was and tried to bail, meeting CXS on a turn of fate.

This is something I can get behind with, be it the part of Lu Guang being originally a part of the Trio (Or Quartett? There is still the theory that he's the missing Heart in the game of cards...), but especially him not being a part in Cheng Xiaoshi's life, or at least not from as early on as he is in the current timeline. Like Qiao Ling said, he showed up out of nowhere, which is suspiscious af.

There is still a tiny possibility that they pull a Kaishin on us and Lu Guang reveals himself as CXS's father.

DetCo mention in my current fandom, why is this becoming a pattern?

Easy to say this one is a big NOPE from me, I hate it, don't want that, nope nope nope, please, don't do this to me 😭🙏

And if Lu Guang is actually Cheng Xiaoshi's friend since the beginning, could he be the one who gave CXS his powers one way or another? If so, wouldn't it save him to just... Keep them both from using their powers? Or did they gain their powers while on this post graduation trip after Cheng Xiaoshi's death? Are these powers only acquired after nearing death?

I think the fact that he's not just not giving him his powers to keep him alive is hint enough for me that he didn't originally give him his powers.

Idk if he may be the reason why they awaken? But tbh I still think that it's more likely that his parents have something to do with all of it. The whole mystery of their disappearance and all that, idk, to me it feels like there's more to that. (And isn't Liu Xiao asking for Cheng Weimin (don't pin me on the name, I'm too lazy to search for the trailer rn) in the first trailer, I mean, we don't know if this Cheng is related to CXS, but the importance behind it... hng. Idk. I think that it has to do with his parents one way or another)

The darkest theory I have is that Cheng Xiaoshi has to die first for Lu Guang to reset the timeline... And there might have been times when Lu Guang killed him with his own hands in order to get a new chance at a better outcome.

I guess unless we assume that Lu Guang has the power to dive into a photo himself (which I don't believe, or want to believe), we can probably say confidently that Cheng Xiaoshi has to die in order for Lu Guang to go back, because he has to die to give him his power.

I don't think I can see Lu Guang actively killing Cheng Xiaoshi, though. idk. He seems too devoted to protecting him (lots of times making mistakes in his judgements about that, but still, it is in Cheng Xiaoshi's interest), to keeping him alive.

Many secrets in Lu Guang's head and I'm pretty sure Yingdu Chapter won't give us the answers we seek.

Absolutely and 100% with you on this one lol. I hope we will get at least A FEW answers. Just a few, pretty please? I know it will probably raise 3 new questions for every answer that we get, but I'm still hoping we will get SOME ='D

My take on all this is that if Lu Guang really wanted to save Cheng Xiaoshi's life, he wouldn't be in his life. But, you know: Man's ego, as I said. One of my theories is that he actually tried that one but failed (and the flash backs we saw of their meeting is actually Lu Guang failing at staying away).

I guess I agree on this one, but I think we can't say it for sure without knowing WHY he died in the first place. I mean... T_T meh. While I think that Lu Guang is somewhat involved in it, I still hope that "staying away" isn't the only way to save him (IF there is even a way... which I'm getting doubtful about more and more with each day T_T)

I just want them to be alive and together, is that really too much to ask?? Apparently it is...

But mostly: people tend to forget Qiao Ling's involvement too often. Her being in danger would be enough to make Cheng Xiaoshi risk it all, losing her would be enough to strip him from hope, sacrificing everything to save her is way too in character not to consider.

And here I need to ask what you mean by that. You mean that she's involved in his original death?

I agree with what you say, losing her would be just a big of a blow as losing Lu Guang, possibly even more, and he has a tendency to do reckless things in order to protect the people he loves! I'm just not sure where she comes from in this train of thoughts about Lu Guang's involvement in Cheng Xiaoshi's death? =O

Idk if this is coherent, I'm running on not enough sleep, not enough water, and way too much stress from work.

[yanderepuck]

It's this bitch's birthday sooo uhhh. Here's something I guess. Even tho I JUST wrote two for him may or may not have run into this idea bc I found medical gags and went "Faust"

GOING TO TRY TO KEEP IT SHORT. Update: I think I'd call it short...considering it's me

"Fuck you're so pretty like this."

He runs his hand through your hair, tilting your head back. You have no clue what it was that he put in your mouth. You couldn't even guess but it seems like something a dentist would use for a check up.

It's all metal and keeps your lip spread wide open. It's not uncomfortable. You doubted you actually looked flattering. He just liked having you on your knees being submissive.

You try to say something but you can't.

"Shush. I'm going to use your mouth for what it was meant for."

A finger grazes against your teeth as if he's inspecting them. Saliva is pooling in your mouth, slowly dripping out.

"Now you're making a mess like some damn animal," he growls. "You better not start whining like one too."

He pulls his fingers away and pulls out his hardened cock. You glanced between him and his cock. He's always so much thicker than you think.

Before you can inch closer he grabs the back of your head, shoving his cock into your mouth.

"Ohhh..." he moans softly. Your lips may have already been stretched, but they were still snug around his length.

You winced slightly, his cock taking up the majority of your mouth

"If you want to eat, start sucking."

Saliva was escaping from the corners more, but you started to boob your head and swirl your tongue around his shaft.

You couldn't hollow your cheeks very well, but he was very much enjoying it.

With his tip running against the roof of your mouth, and his precum mixing with your saliva, you were just about to start gagging. His full cock wasn't even in your mouth.

His hands running through your hair told you that he's satisfied with how you are doing.

"Come on. Aren't you hungry," he smirks down at you.

Your face is fully flushed with so many liquids coming out. You whined softly and took in more of him.

Faust let out a gasp and started to get red. He couldn't help but to start thrusting into your mouth, his tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat.

"Ungh... Your mouth is so warm," he put his other hand back against the table he was in front of for stability. "I just want to," he groans and while holding your head in place he thrusts faster.

You put your hands on his thighs, wanting him to stop before your gag reflux fully kicks in, but he keeps going until he's satisfied. Until he's filled your hole with cum. That's all your mouth is, just another dumping hole for his cum.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to swallow the cum as it gets fucked to the back of your throat.

His thrusts slow down as less and less cum comes out, eventually stopping, but keeping his cock in your hole.

He pants softly and looks down at you. Tears coming from your eyes, snot from your nose, cum and drool from your mouth. You were a disaster, but you served your purpose.

Faust pushes any loose hairs out of your face then pushes his glasses back onto his face. Pulling out of your mouth, your jaw stays in the same shape, unable to close it. It was starting to hurt, you just wanted to relax your jaw.

"Look at that," he hums. You weren't sure what he meant. "Your mouth is still wide open, begging for more."

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CHAPTER IV—MISS EVANS AND THE EAGLE

Mr. Samuel Wilkins was a carpenter, a journeyman carpenter of small dimensions, decidedly below the middle size—bordering, perhaps, upon the dwarfish. His face was round and shining, and his hair carefully twisted into the outer corner of each eye, till it formed a variety of that description of semi-curls, usually known as ‘aggerawators.’ His earnings were all-sufficient for his wants, varying from eighteen shillings to one pound five, weekly—his manner undeniable—his sabbath waistcoats dazzling. No wonder that, with these qualifications, Samuel Wilkins found favour in the eyes of the other sex: many women have been captivated by far less substantial qualifications. But, Samuel was proof against their blandishments, until at length his eyes rested on those of a Being for whom, from that time forth, he felt fate had destined him. He came, and conquered—proposed, and was accepted—loved, and was beloved. Mr. Wilkins ‘kept company’ with Jemima Evans.

Miss Evans (or Ivins, to adopt the pronunciation most in vogue with her circle of acquaintance) had adopted in early life the useful pursuit of shoe-binding, to which she had afterwards superadded the occupation of a straw-bonnet maker. Herself, her maternal parent, and two sisters, formed an harmonious quartett in the most secluded portion of Camden-town; and here it was that Mr. Wilkins presented himself, one Monday afternoon, in his best attire, with his face more shining and his waistcoat more bright than either had ever appeared before. The family were just going to tea, and were so glad to see him. It was quite a little feast; two ounces of seven-and-sixpenny green, and a quarter of a pound of the best fresh; and Mr. Wilkins had brought a pint of shrimps, neatly folded up in a clean belcher, to give a zest to the meal, and propitiate Mrs. Ivins. Jemima was ‘cleaning herself’ up-stairs; so Mr. Samuel Wilkins sat down and talked domestic economy with Mrs. Ivins, whilst the two youngest Miss Ivinses poked bits of lighted brown paper between the bars under the kettle, to make the water boil for tea.

‘I wos a thinking,’ said Mr. Samuel Wilkins, during a pause in the conversation—‘I wos a thinking of taking J’mima to the Eagle to-night.’—‘O my!’ exclaimed Mrs. Ivins. ‘Lor! how nice!’ said the youngest Miss Ivins. ‘Well, I declare!’ added the youngest Miss Ivins but one. ‘Tell J’mima to put on her white muslin, Tilly,’ screamed Mrs. Ivins, with motherly anxiety; and down came J’mima herself soon afterwards in a white muslin gown carefully hooked and eyed, a little red shawl, plentifully pinned, a white straw bonnet trimmed with red ribbons, a small necklace, a large pair of bracelets, Denmark satin shoes, and open-worked stockings; white cotton gloves on her fingers, and a cambric pocket-handkerchief, carefully folded up, in her hand—all quite genteel and ladylike. And away went Miss J’mima Ivins and Mr. Samuel Wilkins, and a dress-cane, with a gilt knob at the top, to the admiration and envy of the street in general, and to the high gratification of Mrs. Ivins, and the two youngest Miss Ivinses in particular. They had no sooner turned into the Pancras-road, than who should Miss J’mima Ivins stumble upon, by the most fortunate accident in the world, but a young lady as she knew, with her young man!—And it is so strange how things do turn out sometimes—they were actually going to the Eagle too. So Mr. Samuel Wilkins was introduced to Miss J’mima Ivins’s friend’s young man, and they all walked on together, talking, and laughing, and joking away like anything; and when they got as far as Pentonville, Miss Ivins’s friend’s young man would have the ladies go into the Crown, to taste some shrub, which, after a great blushing and giggling, and hiding of faces in elaborate pocket-handkerchiefs, they consented to do. Having tasted it once, they were easily prevailed upon to taste it again; and they sat out in the garden tasting shrub, and looking at the Busses alternately, till it was just the proper time to go to the Eagle; and then they resumed their journey, and walked very fast, for fear they should lose the beginning of the concert in the Rotunda.

‘How ev’nly!’ said Miss J’mima Ivins, and Miss J’mima Ivins’s friend, both at once, when they had passed the gate and were fairly inside the gardens. There were the walks, beautifully gravelled and planted—and the refreshment-boxes, painted and ornamented like so many snuff-boxes—and the variegated lamps shedding their rich light upon the company’s heads—and the place for dancing ready chalked for the company’s feet—and a Moorish band playing at one end of the gardens—and an opposition military band playing away at the other. Then, the waiters were rushing to and fro with glasses of negus, and glasses of brandy-and-water, and bottles of ale, and bottles of stout; and ginger-beer was going off in one place, and practical jokes were going on in another; and people were crowding to the door of the Rotunda; and in short the whole scene was, as Miss J’mima Ivins, inspired by the novelty, or the shrub, or both, observed—‘one of dazzling excitement.’ As to the concert-room, never was anything half so splendid. There was an orchestra for the singers, all paint, gilding, and plate-glass; and such an organ! Miss J’mima Ivins’s friend’s young man whispered it had cost ‘four hundred pound,’ which Mr. Samuel Wilkins said was ‘not dear neither;’ an opinion in which the ladies perfectly coincided. The audience were seated on elevated benches round the room, and crowded into every part of it; and everybody was eating and drinking as comfortably as possible. Just before the concert commenced, Mr. Samuel Wilkins ordered two glasses of rum-and-water ‘warm with—’ and two slices of lemon, for himself and the other young man, together with ‘a pint o’ sherry wine for the ladies, and some sweet carraway-seed biscuits;’ and they would have been quite comfortable and happy, only a strange gentleman with large whiskers would stare at Miss J’mima Ivins, and another gentleman in a plaid waistcoat would wink at Miss J’mima Ivins’s friend; on which Miss Jemima Ivins’s friend’s young man exhibited symptoms of boiling over, and began to mutter about ‘people’s imperence,’ and ‘swells out o’ luck;’ and to intimate, in oblique terms, a vague intention of knocking somebody’s head off; which he was only prevented from announcing more emphatically, by both Miss J’mima Ivins and her friend threatening to faint away on the spot if he said another word.

The concert commenced—overture on the organ. ‘How solemn!’ exclaimed Miss J’mima Ivins, glancing, perhaps unconsciously, at the gentleman with the whiskers. Mr. Samuel Wilkins, who had been muttering apart for some time past, as if he were holding a confidential conversation with the gilt knob of the dress-cane, breathed hard-breathing vengeance, perhaps,—but said nothing. ‘The soldier tired,’ Miss Somebody in white satin. ‘Ancore!’ cried Miss J’mima Ivins’s friend. ‘Ancore!’ shouted the gentleman in the plaid waistcoat immediately, hammering the table with a stout-bottle. Miss J’mima Ivins’s friend’s young man eyed the man behind the waistcoat from head to foot, and cast a look of interrogative contempt towards Mr. Samuel Wilkins. Comic song, accompanied on the organ. Miss J’mima Ivins was convulsed with laughter—so was the man with the whiskers. Everything the ladies did, the plaid waistcoat and whiskers did, by way of expressing unity of sentiment and congeniality of soul; and Miss J’mima Ivins, and Miss J’mima Ivins’s friend, grew lively and talkative, as Mr. Samuel Wilkins, and Miss J’mima Ivins’s friend’s young man, grew morose and surly in inverse proportion.

Now, if the matter had ended here, the little party might soon have recovered their former equanimity; but Mr. Samuel Wilkins and his friend began to throw looks of defiance upon the waistcoat and whiskers. And the waistcoat and whiskers, by way of intimating the slight degree in which they were affected by the looks aforesaid, bestowed glances of increased admiration upon Miss J’mima Ivins and friend. The concert and vaudeville concluded, they promenaded the gardens. The waistcoat and whiskers did the same; and made divers remarks complimentary to the ankles of Miss J’mima Ivins and friend, in an audible tone. At length, not satisfied with these numerous atrocities, they actually came up and asked Miss J’mima Ivins, and Miss J’mima Ivins’s friend, to dance, without taking no more notice of Mr. Samuel Wilkins, and Miss J’mima Ivins’s friend’s young man, than if they was nobody!

‘What do you mean by that, scoundrel!’ exclaimed Mr. Samuel Wilkins, grasping the gilt-knobbed dress-cane firmly in his right hand. ‘What’s the matter with you, you little humbug?’ replied the whiskers. ‘How dare you insult me and my friend?’ inquired the friend’s young man. ‘You and your friend be hanged!’ responded the waistcoat. ‘Take that,’ exclaimed Mr. Samuel Wilkins. The ferrule of the gilt-knobbed dress-cane was visible for an instant, and then the light of the variegated lamps shone brightly upon it as it whirled into the air, cane and all. ‘Give it him,’ said the waistcoat. ‘Horficer!’ screamed the ladies. Miss J’mima Ivins’s beau, and the friend’s young man, lay gasping on the gravel, and the waistcoat and whiskers were seen no more.

Miss J’mima Ivins and friend being conscious that the affray was in no slight degree attributable to themselves, of course went into hysterics forthwith; declared themselves the most injured of women; exclaimed, in incoherent ravings, that they had been suspected—wrongfully suspected—oh! that they should ever have lived to see the day—and so forth; suffered a relapse every time they opened their eyes and saw their unfortunate little admirers; and were carried to their respective abodes in a hackney-coach, and a state of insensibility, compounded of shrub, sherry, and excitement.

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*she's now walking with'em to his home! and ACTUALLY its at least SOMEWHAT good she's there-! cause there's some BIG wild animals on the trail today! not as big as her- tho! and they scatter when they notice'er! she continues chatting! * Harmony: btw! we as a whole are known as Quartett! so uh- I bet yer wondering how THIS whole situation happened? *gestures to her four heads! *

"Sure, I guess?" Atemoya says

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Minim: WHAT!? We're setting up a house for that fox- *she looked up at that moment!* Breve: what? wait is that?- *they suddenly leap off the roof onto Quartett! who catches them with ease!* Harmony: MINIM! BREVE! ITS YOU! Minim: i know that mug anywhere! yer Harmony right!? OUR SISTER! WOW THIS'S ACTUALLY HAPPENING! Breve: WE KNEW YOU WHERE ALIVE! DESPITE WHAT EVERYONE TOLD US! *they're all very happy! *

Luna smiles and wags her tail lightly. "This is sweet."

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"CONVICTS GUILTY OF DAMAGE IN RIOT," Montreal Star. June 6, 1933. Page 3 & 11. ---- Prosecutor Decides That Other Charges Will Not be Pressed ---- After one hour's deliberation, the jury before Mr. Justice Wilson in the Court of King's Bench this afternoon found Marcel Belair, Romeo Caron, Howard MacDonald and Sidney Woods, guilty of causing seditious damage during the riot of convicts in the stone cutting shed of St. Vincent de Paul penitentiary on the afternoon of November 7, 1932. Belair was recommended to the clemency of the court. He had already been found guilty on another charge. The four will be sentenced later.

After the verdict had been rendered, J. E. C. Bumbray, special prosecutor for the Crown, announced that he would communicate with the authorities in Ottawa, recommending that other case against convicts in connection with the riot be not proceeded with, one conviction having now been secured against each of the 11 brought into court.

JUDGE'S ADDRESS Mr. Justice Wilson in addressing the jury, underlined the importance of the case in the interests of constituted authority and the need of the fullest respect for law and order.

The accused could be divided as to guilt or innocence and were entitled to the benefit of all and any reasonable doubt. The charge was a simple one, being one of damages as the result of rioting.

There was no question of whether the men at the bar were guilty or could pass for martyrs. They had been before the courts and had been condemned and were now serving sentences. That closed the matter.

Defence contention that the accused quartette were not unlawfully assembled, being obliged to be present in the penitentiary, could not be considered as all the necessary elements of riot were present. Sedition was also defined by His Lordship.

Windows and a door had been broken and this, under the law, showed sufficient proof of rioting. Even if the accused had not done any damage themselves, they were accomplices and, therefore, just as if they had committed the crime themselves.

The Court enjoined the jury to do its full duty, and commented briefly on the weighing of the evidence by them. They must consider the status and interest of the witnesses. The accused, and other convicts, must be carefully considered. It was the jury's right to assess them. The evidence of the guards matter to be carefully studied.

DEFENCE SUMS UP M. H. Franklin, addressing the Jury for the defence, stressed the tumult ensuing after the attacking of the guards in the stone-cutting shed by two of the accused, Caron and Belair. Woods had been acquitted of a charge of attempted murder in the same matter. Evidence of happening in such a panic must need be very closely and carefully sifted, as it was necessarily of doubtful value.

There was no proof of conspiracy among the accused, who charged solely, in this case, with doing damage to a total of some $39 and it was a matter of doubt how much was done during the riot and how much before.

Counsel reviewed defence and Crown evidence, witness by witness, and asked for an acquittal on account of lack of evidence.

J. E. C. Bumbray, special prosecutor for the Crown, referred to the bringing of the accused to the bar after careful investigation at the penitentiary of the troubles developed there. The jury must also be careful to assess convict evidence for Crown or defence at equal value. Crown witnesses from among the prison population were not volunteers, but had appeared in court on order of the authorities.

Discussing the charge and evidence, counsel indicated that the matter of conspiracy must be considered in the light of complicity, the share of the accused in the affair rather than actual preconcerted plan. The question of money value of the damage done was not of any moment: the important angle of the affair was that it was part and parcel of a rebellion against the penitentiary authorities. Previous charges against three of the accused had not the least bearing on the case, except to show that they were indeed involved in the fracas.

ASKED CONVICTION. It was clear, from the evidence, that there had been previous discus- sion of trouble to be developed on the afternoon in question. He asked for the conviction of all the accused, according to the indictment, according to the proof made by the Crown.

Before the addresses to the jury, the Crown produced its final witness, Joseph Turcotte, a convict, who told the court that he had tripped up Macdonald in the stone shed as the accused was making for one of the guards.

He was closely cross-examined and admitted that the incident took place in a hustle and panic of convicts running hither and thither and hammers, mallets and pieces of stone raining in all directions.

DEFENCE EVIDENCE Yesterday afternoon the defence presented its witnesses, headed by Romeo Caron and Howard Macdonald, two of the accused, who testified in their own behalf. Caron, who had already pleaded guilty to assaulting a guard, declared that his share in the matter was so definite that he could not possibly have had the time or opportunity to do any damage to property. Moreover, nobody knew of his intentions, except Lagace, for he did not trust any one.

Macdonald, a smiling glant, whose crime career began in Calgary some years ago, insisted that at least one Crown witness was lying when he stated that the convict had signalled the men in the blacksmiths' shop to join the rebellion. Other witnesses called by the defence, convicts working in the stone-cutting shed on the afternoon of the uprising, swore that they had not seen any of the accused damaging property. Hammers, mallets and stones were thrown, but only through the doorway, out into the prison yard.

James Latimer, another giant, with a classic head and a crop of red hair, who worked with Macdonald, smiled when asked to give his crime and conviction record, "It's pretty long, you know," he told the court, and there the matter was allowed to rest.

Another convict, a lifer, found him. self facing the same judge who had sent him down a statutory charge, following a previous penitentiary term and a lashing, for a similar offence.