#was that part about my taste in men really necessary

[newjenns]

hey it’s dd just want to say thanks for all the support 🙏🏻🙏🏻ur blog was the first mcyt i found when i used tumblr again last year bc i just looked for who had cracked goated urls. sent u an anon that asked if you were single bc i had never seen an ask blog before (ask limit was 10 Back In My Days) and unfortunately now i’ve seen ur taste in men so i think i’m probably out of the running but anyway yeah thanks queen. if u ever want to move with that old url into something i’ve got a great address u can post there 💓

hey really glad i could be a positive impact on the community as a whole 👍

[p0orbaby]

Little fic where is alexia dating an English player who finds it difficult how affectionate Spanish people are with each other. Alexia having to reassure her that it’s a Spanish thing and she’ll try to be less touchy etc.

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You’re not sure when exactly it starts to get on your nerves, but by the time you notice, you’re on a sun-bleached terrace in Barcelona, watching Alexia kiss three people hello in under five minutes. It's an odd thing to obsess over, and yet here you are, eyes narrowed as you sip on an overpriced cortado that tastes like dust and regret. You’re not jealous. Of course not. That would be absurd. You’re simply... perplexed by the excessive touching, the relentless stream of hugs, kisses, and arm squeezes that seem to form the bedrock of Spanish existence. Everyone’s always touching someone.

In England, a handshake is intimate enough, and in London, where you’re from, if anyone dared speak before your tea even cooled, you’d probably alert the authorities. But here? It's practically a greeting card in motion. You’ve seen grown men embrace in the street like they’ve just survived a shipwreck. It's baffling.

Alexia sits down across from you, smiling in that way that makes you feel foolish for being annoyed by anything. She’s impossibly beautiful, and the knowledge of that fact gnaws at you constantly. She’s all golden skin and nonchalance, legs casually crossed, one hand fiddling with her sunglasses as if she’s in some sort of commercial for ‘cool.’

“Are you okay?” she asks, her accent making every word sound softer than it should be, like it's wrapped in velvet. She’s genuinely concerned, or she’s pretending really well. You can’t tell which.

“Yeah,” you say. “Fine”

And then, because you’re not actually fine: “Do you have to kiss everyone?”

She looks at you like you’ve just asked if the sky is blue. “It’s how we greet people here”

“I know that,” you say, setting your cup down with more force than necessary. “But does it have to be every time? You’ve kissed three strangers today already, and it’s not even noon”

Alexia blinks at you, then laughs. “It’s just being polite”

Polite? You're thinking. In England, you say "hi" and move on with your day. No one has to swap saliva to prove they like you. But this? This is something else.

“Well, it’s... it’s excessive.” You try to explain, gesturing vaguely in the air like you can catch the sheer madness of it all. “People just... touch all the time. And I’m not used to it”

Alexia’s mouth twitches, trying to suppress a smile. “We’re just more affectionate”

“Affectionate?” you say. “It’s like a plague of hand-holding and cheek-kissing”

She finally lets out a laugh, full-bodied, the kind that makes her eyes crinkle. “You sound like an old lady”

“Maybe I am,” you mutter, trying to keep a straight face. “Maybe England has made me emotionally unavailable”

Alexia reaches out to touch your arm, then stops, hesitating, her hand hovering mid-air like she’s not sure if it’ll set you off again. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, no,” you sigh, waving her hand toward you, now feeling like the crazy one. “It’s fine. Just... give me a heads-up before the next 12-person cuddle fest”

She grins, leaning back. “I can try”

You shake your head, biting back a smile. “You’re so annoying”

“And you love it

You do. And you hate that you do, which is probably the worst part of all this. She knows you’re wound too tight for your own good, and she’s infinitely more relaxed about everything, like the world bends to her will instead of the other way around.

You finish your cortado, now cold. “You realise you kissed the barista on the way in, right?”

Alexia nods, grinning wickedly. “She made my coffee right”

You groan, but you’re laughing, which only encourages her. “I’m never letting you set foot in the UK again”

“That’s fine,” she says, leaning in, all confidence. “Spain suits you better anyway. You just don’t know it yet”

[bokutosbabe]

Now I'm Covered In You

(bllk boys as boyfriends)

a / n — thought making another post in this form would be fun, so i hope you enjoy!

content — bllk characters x reader, gn! reader, pet names used in a few parts, sadly canon otoya i fear, misspelled words are there for a reason i swear, cheater! otoya and oliver, some characters repeated, lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis — bllk boys and what type of boyfriend they'd be

✿.｡. “ how's one to know? ” .｡.✿

—The Romantic One

is always planning surprises for you, and i mean always. there's not a single week where you aren't being taken on 'adventures' that always lead you to a different restaurant.

what's the point in having all this money and not spending it on you?

they are constantly writing you love letters and poems. well, they try to anyway. they're not the best with their words and with many spelling mistakes, rather liking to show with actions, but they tried for you.

usually their poems end up something like this

' roses are red

so is my heart

my darling

my deer

my sweet buttercup

you taste just like a

tasty soda pop '

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ISAGI YOICHI, shido ryusei, jyubei aryu, ALEXIS NESS

— The Player

you know the famous saying, "how you get them is how you lose them?" yeah that's exactly how this relationship is.

you'd been one of their many side quests while they had a relationship going on. eventually after they'd ended said relationship, they'd chose you as their next partner.

they do spoil you with many gifts, mostly after you catch them cheating on you for the umpteenth time, but you stayed because they 'loved you'

sure they told you they loved you, but that wasn't really the case when they'd broken up with you because you were 'boring' them.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ OTOYA EITA, oliver aiku

— The Protector

is constantly worrying about you and is looking out for your safety.

with them being this 'big bad' soccer player, many people refuses to even look you in the eyes when you were with them. but if someone dared to hit on you when they walk off for a second? please pray for them.

some guy could be asking you for directions and he'd come up behind you and wrap an arm around you without even uttering a word. you didn't have to look at them to know the look they were giving the man was nothing but deadly.

some may call it controlling, but you knew them, they just wanted to keep you safe from all these men.

you had him, who else would you need?

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ KUNIGAMI RENSUKE, rin itoshi, SHOEI BARO, tabito karasu

— The Funny (insane) One

is constantly making jokes- some that aren't funny - but you laugh anyways.

everyone always asks you how your relationship is doing so well, and the answer is always, " i don't know," because you genuinely don't. yes, the two of you get into arguments, and sometimes the two of you get heated enough to have to take time apart from each other, but you always come back together.

how?

because they always forget what the fight was even about and come back into your space to show you some cat meme they believe you would like.

and the two of you laugh until you feel better again.

maybe you don't know how your relationship is so healthy, but you know why you're happy.

because they take the time to make you laugh.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ BACHIRA MEGURU, RYUSEI SHIDO, gin gagamaru, seishiro nagi

— The Traditional One

dates. Dates. DATES!!

they took you on soooo many dates before officially asking you to be their partner.

they definitely give the vibes of "my mom taught me i needed to..."

just the best gentleman!

you need to step over a puddle? they're putting their jacket down over it for you (it wasn't necessary, but they insisted on it)

you talked about wanting to see a movie once? he's already bought the tickets.

if you get married? he's insisting you stay home

" a pretty face like you doesn't need to work, i'll provide us everything." in his words

will do anything for you, really.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ YUKIMIYA KENYU, michael kaiser (pls ignore the mom part), REO MIKAGE, oliver aiku (again)

✿.｡. “ i'd meet you where the spirit meets the bone ” .｡.✿

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!!

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM NORMAL PEOPLE *  assorted dialogue from the book by sally rooney, some lines slightly changed to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary

i'm not a religious person, but i do sometimes think god made you from me.

i have a sense that real life is happening somewhere far away, happening without me, and i don't know if i will ever found out where it is or become part of it.

no one can be independent of other people completely.

life offers up these moments of joy despite everything.

he probably won't come back.

what we have now, we can never have back again.

for me, the pain of loneliness will be nothing to the pain i used to feel, of being unworthy.

we've done a lot of good for each other.

people can really change one another.

you should go. i'll always be here. you know that.

generally i find men are a lot more concerned with limiting the freedoms of women than exercising personal freedom for themselves.

most people go through their whole lives without ever really feeling that close with anyone.

life is the thing you bring with you inside your own head.

even in memory, i will always find that moment unbearably intense.

i have never believed i'm fit to be loved by any person.

yes. that was it. the beginning of my life.

it's funny the decisions you make because you like someone.

your whole life is different.

i think we're at that weird age where life can change a lot from small decisions.

if people appear to behave pointlessly in grief, it's only because human life is pointless, and this is the truth that grief revealed.

i don't know what's wrong with me.

i don't know why i can't be like normal people.

it feels powerful to put an experience down in words.

people are a lot more knowable than they think they are.

there's always been something inside me that men have wanted to dominate.

i want my life to mean something.

a lot of the literary people in college see books primarily as a way of appearing cultured.

that's the only part of myself i want to protect, the part that exists inside you.

there's something so corrupt and sexy about it.

i wish you didn't have to go.

i wish you could stay the night.

life offers up these moments of joy despite everything.

literature moves me.

it almost sounds sexual.

you learn nothing very profound about yourself simply by being bullied.

it's time you'll never get back.

time is real. the money is also real.

we've done a lot of good for each other.

the snow keeps falling.

hopefully i have changed, you know, as a person. but honestly, if i have, it's because of you.

he does have immaculate taste.

it's not like this with other people.

[name], would you ever fuck off?

you lean in expecting resistance, and everything just falls away in front of you.

i would lie down and die for you at any minute.

sometimes, someone will make eye contact with me, like a bus conductor or a person looking for change, and i'll feel shocked that anyone can actually see me.

we could be in a room full of people and my eyes would always meet yours, just to find that you had already been looking.

there's something comforting about it, something good about feeling sort of numb, detached from it all.

it was different with you, didn't have to play any games with you. it was just real.

no one is ever gonna hurt you like that again. everything's gonna be all right. trust me.

i love you, and i'm not gonna let anything like that happen to you again.

we have done so much good for one another.

[dragonsoulage]

The sweetest treat of all...you

feat. L Lawliet

What better way could exist then to get himself focused again, then to have the sweetest treat of all to himself? His sweet maid that was devine in every way.

Hello together, in this short story you are a maid from L. And well idk for some reason I just really craved something like this xD so I hope you enjoy, this is btw my first kinda smutty thing I wrote so here we are ☠️ and I suck in proof reading lol.

MDNI

Warnings: It's smut, oral sex (f recieving), squirting, fingering

Wordcount: 2,2k

You never thought you would end up right here now when you were employed as a personal maid to the one and only L. You were indeed absolutely fitting, a good maid, kept everything clean, and you were just seen when necessary. You worked quickly and efficiently. Even when you weren't a part of the task force—that way, everyone adored you. It was nearly like you knew what everyone needed. Always doing your work with such determination and devotion. You always put up with L's quirks. Like serving everything he needed, you learned how he liked it. Leanred how he functioned. You never knew why, though, but you did what would help him to solve the case. Serving tea at the perfect temperature. Bringing the cake, he probably would like the most right in this moment. Although you sometimes even worried a little since he worked nonstop.

But oh little did you know a way to unwind would be him nose deep inside your cute pussy.

You were on the couch, his slender fingers grabbing your thighs, spread out for him. After all, you were his personal maid; you were there to fulfill his every need, right? You were already squirming, and your hands tugged gently on his fluffy raven hair as he shamelessly wiped his tongue over your pussy. "So sweet..." You heard him mumble before he drove right back in. And this went on...for like forever. You already had like your 3rd orgasm. But the detective had other plans. For some reason, he developed a liking for you. Indeed, he was really aware of that and tried to observe what was happening to him when he saw you. Or simply, when he got a whiff of your perfume because you stood next to him, he always turned his head to look at your adorable face.

Although it was so not for him to just get attached to someone, he got attached to you. You have done your job for a while now. Always so good and responsible. He never complained about you. He felt urges. He usually never felt at all. Like the feeling he wanted to taste you. Since men in his surroundings spoke about eating out pussy and how sweet it would taste. L liked sweet treats; they helped him to concentrate.

And you, for sure, were adorable. So right the moment when you had served some cake, L turned around to you. "I would like to have another treat. Something that would help stimulate my brain a little more." He said to you in his monotone voice, looking at you with his dark eyes crouched in his chair. You smiled before you went through the options—what would be the best now, but he interrupted you.

L wasn't the social butterfly, so instead of beating around the bush, he was straight forward. "No cake indeed, and no candy. I would like to have you." His thumb was on his lower lip as always when he was thinking. He tilted his head slightly, watching your reaction. You were frozen for a second and then simply blinked at him. "W-what do you mean?" You asked, and your cheeks flushed with that cute pink shade. He fell for you even when L was so composed. The detecitve cleared his throat then. You had been a lot on his mind lately, and he couldn't afford distractions—the only way to not be distracted would be when he finally would satisfy a certain craving. "Please tell me when this is uncomfortable. I am simply not used to ask for things like that. And I will be perfectly fine when you say no. So don't hesitate or be afraid...to even say no." It was cute in his little weird way. Wanting to have you comfortable even when he did not know at all how he should ask about the fact he wanted his tongue deep inside your pussy.

"I... am listening, so please go on." You said you wiped your hands on your apron. You tried to gain back composure. "When you let me, I would like to taste your pussy." He finally said to you.

And then... God, you didn't even remember how you ended up shaking on the couch. You agreed yes, but he already got 3 orgasms out of you; you were only able to remember your own name. Your cute maid dress was raised up to your waist. Panties pulled down somewhere on the ground. His tongue lapping at your hot slit. Savoring every drop and taste that he could get from your pussy. And you, well, you were the best sweet treat he ever had. Better than any chocolate cake could be. He crouched in front of you on the floor. Just holding your thighs open, that sometimes tried to close because you were so overstimulated. And these cute little noises—he loved to simply listen to you.

"L...I can't take more." You whined your eyes shut close when you felt his tongue flicking over your poor clit. Your pussy is just so responsive to his touches; all his attention is now laid on you. A rare thing for the detective. "But I barley got a taste...besides that." The pale man between your legs spoke muffled against your soaping wet folds. Before his dark eyes looked up, trying to see your expression. "You look gorgeous when you cum. When I wouldn't be needed in other things, I probably would eat you out all day." He told you, and you got him hooked. Your pussy is sweeter than honey; his own personal meal only he could enjoy. His sweet maid being spread out for him, with that heaven between your legs. When he knew pussy eating would be such a thing for him, he would have done that sooner. Your back arched off again when he nibbled on your clit, your hands tugging on his hair, and he groaned when you pulled his head closer—so much to the fact you said you couldn't take any more. Your juices were running down his chin, and his tongue was plunging deep, wiggling its way inside. God, every time you tried to close your thighs as if you wanted to crush his head between your legs. Although he wouldn't mind that at all. But he kept your thighs wide open for better acces.

"Fuck, going to cum again when you don't stop...L...I am shaking." You moaned, barley, able to breathe properly. Before he simply pulled you closer on your hips, sucking your clit between his now glossy lips. "So damn devine..." He murmured while watching how your lips shaped in a pretty 'oh' because of his ministrations. And then you came again, hard and shaking, but not quiet the result he wanted. He wanted you to let go, to simply gush out on his face, and to cum. Just so he could slurp up your sweet juices. His face slowly faded away from your folds, looking at them and how damn sloppy he ate you out.

Before he lifted his head and L's thumb, smearing the combined juices along your cunt, you shuddered. "You can give me more, right?" He asked, his voice laced with a desire you never thought you would hear. You were so overstimulated that you shook your head, although secretly you wanted him to keep going. He lifted an eyebrow, and his lips formed a smirk before he wiped your juices off with his sleeve. "No? But I read about the fact that women can be brought to multiple orgasms until they simply burst. Kinda want to put that theory to the test, pretty maid." Usually, L wasn't one for nicknames, but after seeing how it affected you in moaning louder, he knew what he needed to say.

Curiously, he looked down at your bare cunt again. "Are you really going to try to make me squirt?" You asked just looking at him with these cum drunken doe eyes. So pretty. Alone every time you quivered, when his thumb circled your clit in slow circles, it made you clench around nothing. You squirmed nearly as if you wanted to run away. His arm held you still. "When this means I get a good taste of you again, then yes, I want to make you squirt." L meant before his slender fingers touched along your slit. His fingers are kind of long; probably they would reach that point that would make you a sobbing, sweet mess. All this just to satisfy his cravings. "I never did that before; probably it isn't going to work either." You wanted to explain, in your little shy and cute way, why you couldn't. But your pussy was already pulsating and dripping with need. But then two fingers interrupted you when they entered. Your pretty pussy clenching around them.

He worked his tongue on you. Two digits stretched you deliciously. His long and slender fingers had you gasping. And He watched closley how you reacted. So eager and so focused to make you squirt just so he could get all the candied nectar for himself. "So about that special spot, sweet girl." He started giving your swollen clit a short kiss before his lips were replaced with his thumb, which drew out some pressure on your bud. "I still need to locate it; make you all the more sensetive." L told you, and he tilted his wrist a little, and then, oh, he crooked his fingers. Your eyes widen with shock and bliss, your jaw hanging open before you wanted to throw back your head. "Think I found it." You could listen to the satisfied hum in his voice. And it had you moaning even louder, your chest heaving. Your pussy is so sloppy and wet. Squelching all around his fingers. "Fuck...oh God, fuck." Was all you could say. You looked away simply because you were so shy and literally were cumming on the hand and mouth from the world's best detective.

Until you felt another hand on your face, your chin, he gently grabbed as he averted to him. Besides the fact that L was aroused himself; he wanted you to come undone; it would be turning him on more than he said out loud. L wanted your eyes on him because it was just so cute how shy your face flushed. "Eyes on me, little maid. It increases the level of arousal by about 90 percent." He told you, his own erection straining against his pants. Your droopy eyes tried to look at him; oh, you struggled so adorable. While his fingers were pumping inside you, stroking that gummy part of you that made you see stars as you whimpered.

L found himself quiet fond of the way your striking eyes looked at him, your cheeks flushed and your chest heaving. Your plump lips parted. Before he lowered his head again, his tongue lapping out to flick over your poor swollen bud. His eyes still looking through his messy black hair watching you squirm and buck up your hips. You were so close, he could tell it. His movements with his fingers are simply growing to be more precise. So much so that you tried to take his hand from you, but he kept his fingers hooked inside your pussy. "It feels weird; I... am not going to last." You breathed out thighs shaking already, but he then sucked on your clit. "It's normal you feel that way. It is said that female orgasm can be quite powerful when stimulated in the right way. Just so much, you have the feeling you would burst." The usual so composed detective explains while still being busy with your pussy. "Come on, sweet maid, give me what I crave." L urged you, and oh, as on command, your orgasm rolled over you. Legs shaking and breath hitching. Your back arched off the couch. Your sweet juices gushing out slightly onto his face as he slurped up the syrupy juices from your cunt, indeed lapping up in every corner. You were devine, a treat he never would want to pass. His fingers allowed the pace to slow down before he slid them out. "Such a sweet girl." L murmured while he still kissed your spent pussy, still getting every last drop of you; nothing would go to waste. Finally, he had what he craved—the taste he yearned for so badly—this distraction was gone.

But as you watched him between your thighs, you weren't unaware of this immense bulge. Now L had another problem that would need to be satisfied by his cute maid. "Well, now it's your turn." You said and tilted your head. L caught a little off guard, as he was feeling the pulsing need in his loins. He sat there and analyzed you. But before he could say anything clever, you were a little faster. Maneuvered you two so you were now straddling his lap, grabbing his hands to lay them on your hips, when you started to ground slowly and sensually over his boner, still tugged away in his pants. "I heard that it increases the level of arousal by about 95 percent." You chuckled watching how he simply looked up at you, and there...a small whimper left his lips. "And 100 percent when I take your dick inside me." You were always a shy one, but right now, after you saw how greedy L was for your pussy, you got a moment of confidence. Wanting to make the analytical boy panting... 

[dhorrl]

NSFW Alphabet-Feitan Portor

I never write headcanons really, but this is a great way to me to workshop information for my Janitor AI characters as well. Enjoy! Trigger Warnings: It's Feitan, is his own trigger warning. Mentions of blood, torture, etc...

A = Aftercare

At first, when Feitan just pays for sex, he doesn't bother with aftercare. In his mind, that's already been taken care of by the transaction. But when he meets you and realizes you have more needs than just physical, he begins to pay attention to your well-being. He starts by checking your body for any injuries or cuts and making sure they are taken care of. If necessary, he will bandage them up. Afterwards, he'll carry you to the bath and make sure all traces of blood and fluids are washed away. For less intense encounters without any kink involved, it takes a while but he eventually learns to enjoy having his arm around you and nuzzling into the back of your neck. He's not one for talking much, but this is his way of showing that he's there for you if you need anything.

B = Body Part

Feitan doesn't spend much time admiring his own appearance, so it's hard to say if he has a favorite body part. But on you, he loves your legs. From your thighs to your calves to the curve of your ass, he will mark every inch of them with his teeth or knife. Most likely both... definitely both.

C = Cum

Feitan may have a fit body, but that doesn't necessarily mean he eats great. Don't expect the taste to be great. It's quite watery, but there will definitely be a decent amount. He enjoys cumming inside you, but has no desire for baby-making, so his go-to options are either finishing on your face or your backside. It's clear this man has a thing for marking his territory.

D = Dirty Secret

I don’t think he has any secrets per se (well, maybe that’s not entirely accurate; he definitely HAS secrets), but scandalous secrets? He’d be transparent if you asked him about his history, and he’s probably been with both men and women. Maybe once or twice, Feitan and Phinks have tag-teamed someone – that's just the type of friends they are.

E = Experience

People tend to assume that Feitan is inexperienced or a virgin, but I believe the opposite is true. However, he has never been in a traditional relationship. In my opinion, both him and Phinks prefer to seek paid companionship when they feel the need, for their own personal reasons. It's simpler and faster, without having to deal with emotions. Feitan has specific "preference" and it's easiest for him to pay someone who is willing to indulge in his frustrations and kinks.

F = Favorite Position

It's hard to say what he wants more. On one hand, he loves seeing your face during sex – the way your expression changes when you climax or when he brings out his blade. But above all else, he just wants to make sure you're okay. He reads your body language and facial expressions, especially if you've taken on an intense scene. He has a safe word, of course, but he'll also stop if he senses that you're not using it properly.

On the other hand, sometimes he just wants to bend you over any available surface and fuck you until both of you are exhausted. These quickies usually happen when he's feeling particularly worked up or just needs a release. He'll grab your hair, push your face into whatever is nearby, and pull down your pants as he takes you from behind.

G = Goofy

Contrary to popular belief, Feitan is not as serious as he appears. While he may have a stoic demeanor, it does not mean he lacks a sense of humor. In the bedroom, his behavior can vary. When he takes on the role of Dom, he is completely focused and aware to avoid unleashing too much of his torture skills on you. However, during more casual moments like a quick morning romp, he may crack a smile and playfully nip at your skin in an attempt to make you laugh.

H = Hair

Feitan isn't a very hairy person, with smooth skin all over his body. He has a slight trail of hair that leads down to a small patch of black hair. While it may not be perfectly groomed, it doesn't bother him much. When it comes to his partner, the amount or style of hair they have is of no concern to Feitan; he enjoys them regardless.

I = Intimacy

If Feitan is transitioning from paying for sex to pursuing a relationship with you, congratulations - you have reached an intimate level. For him, this is already a huge step, so if there is anything specific you want, you may need to communicate it clearly. As his feelings for you deepen over time, he may start to appreciate the softer moments between you, even though he might never say so out loud.

J = Jack Off

I don't think he masturbates frequently. It's not because he lacks interest, but rather because he is very self-aware and in control of his body. However, if you were to ask him to do it or even let you do it for him while he lays back on the bed and watches, he would absolutely be up for it.

K = Kink

It goes without saying, we all know he's a dominant, but not in the conventional sense. He craves control and isn't afraid to use restraints. But for Feitan, it's about more than just physical pleasure. He wants to leave his mark on you, carve his symbol into your skin, use ropes that bite into your flesh. The feeling of your blood on his skin is intoxicating to him, and he would savor the opportunity to cut you open and bathe in it. It would be even more thrilling if you possessed a Nen ability with enhanced healing capabilities. He enjoys blood but is not interested in any other bodily fluids. His marking kink would involve carving his name or number onto your skin; in my imagination, you have a "2" engraved somewhere on you.

L = Location

Feitan is not one to hold back; when he wants you, he takes you. However, his preference would be in a bed or a special room akin to the one he uses for his victims, where he can unleash without worry of making a mess.

M = Motivation

Before you came into his life, he would only get in the mood after a demanding job or if it had been a while since his last encounter. But with you around, even simple activities like washing dishes or reading a book can make Feitan ready to go. Just one look from you and he's all fired up.

N = No

I don't believe he has any interest in anything involving feces or urine; it's just not his type of kink. It's not that he finds it disgusting, it's just not something he enjoys. But with almost anything else, even things he initially may not like, I feel like if you persist enough, he'll eventually give in and try it.

O = Oral

He's a giver, through and through. He will bury his face between your thighs, losing himself in the moment until he's dizzy and gasping for breath. Even then, he won't pull away. He'll lick, suck, and maybe even bite if he feels like it. By the time he's finished, every inch of his face will be slick, and his eyes will be wild and primal as he looks at you. And if you try to tell him to stop, it will only fuel his fire. Keep that in mind before you ask him to ease up.

P = Pace

It's always a 50/50 gamble with him. I wouldn't say it's sensual, but he definitely likes to take his time. If you agree to a rougher scene, where he can let loose and show off all his skills, be prepared to be tied up and at his mercy for hours. He may even leave you there, tied up and sweating, before coming back to start the whole thing over again.

But all of this is just the warm-up before he even enters you. When he's finally ready for the final round, he will take you hard. The bed will shake on its rails and the headboard will slam against the walls. And it's absolutely incredible.

Q = Quickie

Feitan doesn't mind a quickie, especially when you're in the middle of a mission and there isn't enough time for a longer session. He has impressive self-control, so if you're not feeling up for it, he's okay with that. However, he also knows that you can't resist him when he asks.

R = Risk

Risk? Feitan doesn't even comprehend the concept, especially when it comes to sex. So what if the other Troupe members might overhear or walk in? Who cares if they fuck during a job and the target might catch them in the act? Feitan would simply eliminate any witnesses and continue as he pleases.

S = Stamina

Oh dear, your body is in for a rough time. When Feitan gets riled up, you'll be in for an extended bout of physical activity. Thanks to his rigorous Nen training and natural stamina, he doesn't tire easily. You'll probably lose consciousness long before he's finished, but even then, he'll likely continue on without missing a beat.

T = Toy

If by toys you're referring to the collection of knives, ropes, and gags he uses for his regular torturing sessions, then yes, those are his "toys." However, I have a feeling that once you explore his kinky side with him, he would have a separate set of these items just for personal use. Some people headcanon that he's dirty or gross, but in reality, he's canonically a germaphobe. He wouldn't want any blood or fluids from his victims to touch you. In fact, I bet he would even invest in a high-quality vibrator for other types of "torture."

U = Unfair

This is Feitan's domain. He takes pleasure in teasing you in every possible manner. He considers himself a master of all forms of torture and you are his favorite subject for experimentation. You better not cum without his permission, or there will be consequences. I can't help but wonder if there's a hint of masochism in him, deliberately prolonging his own orgasm until it becomes unbearable.

V = Volume

Feitan's voice is naturally soft, so he doesn't make much noise during sex. But that doesn't mean he's silent; his words are like whispers in your ear, filled with degrading comments and descriptions of what he plans to do next. He watches closely for your reactions to his words, using them to gauge your pleasure.

W = Wild Card

Feitan may not even realize it, but he’s a tsundere with yandere tendencies. He is fixated on you and will go to great lengths to gather information about you. He sees it as a way to bond with you. Your past and relationships with others hold little importance to him unless he can use them to manipulate you. He pays close attention to every detail about you for his own gratification. While this can lead to unexpected surprises, there is a fine line between showing affection and being overly possessive.

X = X-Ray

Let me begin by saying that size isn't always the most important thing. However, that doesn't mean Feitan is lacking in that department. He may not impress when flaccid with a modest 2 inches, but he definitely makes up for it with a solid 5 inches when fully aroused. "Size not matter in fight… or in bed."

Y = Yearning

Feitan has an above average drive and libido, but an even higher level of self-control. He can easily suppress any desires he may have, but when the opportunity arises, be prepared for him to let loose. After finishing a job, it's best to take a few days off because you won't be able to walk afterwards.

Z = ZZZ

I can hardly imagine him getting any sleep at all. I'm sure he does, but as a long time Spider, he has likely trained his body to function on minimal rest. Those rare moments after sex, when everything is calm and still, may be the only times where he truly lets himself relax, though. Even then, it's probably only momentary.

[sammylvsfairys]

too sweet.

maybe you really are too sweet for him.

pairing: aaron hotch x fem!reader, boss!aaron x secretary!reader.

genre: fluff, co-workers to ???

warnings: inspired by too sweet — hozier, english is not my first language !!

a/n: should i do a part two?? idk....

requests are currently open!

y/n was everything aaron wished to have. her voice was sweet, with an almost instinctive affection, treating everyone with a tenderness like she was their new nanny.

y/n always had a smile when talking to someone; sometimes aaron thought how lucky y/n was not to see the horrors he saw.

aaron, in one way or another, always ended up with the same thought: he did this job so she could go to sleep without knowing what was outside her window at night.

five knocks on the door that sounded like a melody; aaron instantly knew who was behind it. even before giving permission, y/n had already entered.

"brought your coffee," the smile on her face was so angelic that it somehow turned aaron's stomach.

on the tray was a coffee cup along with eight sugar packets, the same amount of sugar y/n put in her own coffee.

aaron had almost unintentionally memorized how she took her coffee. eight sugar packets plus cream, so her mouth wouldn't taste the bitterness of the caffeine.

a smirk formed on his face as he watched y/n leave the tray on his table. it disappeared as aaron realized its presence.

aaron took one sugar packet and placed it in his drink; it was a shame the other seven would end up in the trash.

"lot of paperwork?" she asked, trying her best to engage in small talk.

"uh... yeah, something like that," aaron said, automatically punishing himself for his response. he couldn't believe how easily he forgot how to talk when he was around her.

y/n chuckled foolishly.

"i could help, you know? it's kind of my job," she said. "plus, then you could get home to jack earlier."

aaron couldn't help but blush; the fact that the first thought that crossed his mind was «y/n thinks about me» truly revealed his priorities.

aaron coughed, disguising his embarrassment. "i don't see it necessary."

y/n laughed. "you never see anything as necessary."

«not with you» he thought, «not when it's you. i never see anything else as necessary with you by my side.»

"you don't need to see... these kinds of things," aaron tried to say.

y/n just scoffed, "come on, i work at the fbi; i've seen worse things even if i didn't want to."

y/n carelessly took the folder from aaron's hands, not caring much about how the men in front of her was her boss.

aaron knew deep down y/n knew she was different; she wasn't dumb. she could see the change in attitude with others versus with her. and somehow, that was what scared him the most; that someone could see him, that y/n of all people could see him.

"the unsub used a bottle of whiskey to kill a woman?" y/n said disgusted.

"i told you it wasn't pretty."

y/n shook her head. "that's not what surprises me; what surprises me is why whiskey? that's the worst drink ever created."

aaron tried to suppress his laughter.

"weird way to view a brutal murder."

"what? don't you agree with me?" y/n asked disappointed. "whiskey is the worst drink."

"it's actually my favorite drink."

"you're sick," y/n said with enough disappointment in her voice. "first black coffee and now whiskey?"

aaron tried not to laugh.

"what's your favorite drink?" he asked.

"tea? i don't know," she said unsurely.

"i meant alcoholic."

"i don't drink alcohol."

aaron tried to feign surprise, but there was none in his system; it was expected of y/n.

"and you shouldn't either, honestly, alcohol makes you dumb," she said matter-of-factly.

aaron allowed himself to smile. "i prefer my whiskey and black coffee."

y/n smiled. "didn't expect you to change, honestly, maybe i'm too sweet."

"or maybe you're not too sweet, but you're just sweet enough for me."

y/n scoffed with a blush on her cheeks.

"maybe..."

[bloodibambiidoll]

The Pull: Steddie x Succubus reader part 3

Summary: You move to Hawkins after spending the last decade in New York City hoping to have a peaceful and quiet next few years flying under the radar only feeding when necessary and making everyone you spend a night with forget you. But when you arrive, you feel a pull from two men like you’ve never felt before. As soon as you feel it you know flying under the radar here wasn’t going to cut it, you had to find them. Masterlist

Warnings: This chapter contains SMUT. Rough sex, demon/human sex, dom/sub dynamics, spit kink, face fucking, choking, hair pulling, M/M/F threesome. If I missed any please lmk!

A/N: this chapter is much longer than the first two, and it gets a bit angsty at the end but I promise all will be well in part 4, which will be the final part! Also I’m totally creating my own succubus lore as I go, I hope no one minds that she’s not exactly lore accurate!

‼️THIS STORY AND MY PAGE ARE 18+ MINORS AND BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED IMMEDIATELY‼️

The minute his mouth was on yours you shoved your fingers into his mane of hair and kissed him back with fever. “Holy shit. You taste so fucking good, how do you literally taste like fruity pebbles?” He said as his mouth made its way from your lips down your neck.

You chuckled “is that what I taste like to you? That’s so cute. Remember what I said about my pheromones? More or less it’s the base of my powers, depending on how yours mix with mine it can change things about me. For instance, how I taste to you.” he paused his assault on your neck to give you a curious look “when you say ‘things’ what exactly do you mean by that?”

“Well-“ you were cut off by Steve suddenly turning you to face him “dude what the? Why did you do that!?” Steve didn’t answer, he just grabbed your hand and yanked you in towards him until you were flush against his chest before he kissed you so hard it made your head spin “you were being greedy” he said looking over your shoulder at Eddie who was still standing behind you both. “Also that pheromone thing is freaky because you taste exactly like those cherries you get in Shirley Temples to me. And you smell just as good” you felt Eddie come up behind you and shove his face into your neck “you do, you smell sooo sweet baby”

Baby? He’s calling you baby and they’re both touching you and kissing you and you feel like if they weren’t both holding onto you that you might faint. “Fuck-“ your voice almost sounded foreign to you when you spoke, never hearing yourself sound so submissive before “I need you I need you both, please fuck me” you saw Steve’s eyes roll in the back of his head and heard Eddie groan “oh my god, I can’t believe this is fucking real right now, we are gonna give you whatever you want sweets, don’t you worry”

Steve leaned down and grabbed you behind your knees before throwing you over his shoulder and walking towards what you assumed was their bedroom, Eddie shut the door behind him and Steve set you down gently on your feet in front of him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and looked up into his gorgeous honey eyes “mmm.. you guys smell good too you know? I could sense you the minute I stepped foot in this town and I could smell you from a mile away.. I feel dizzy standing this close to you” your eyes shifted to a bright red again and you felt your teeth sharpen, you couldn’t take it anymore you ripped your top over your head and started on the zipper of your skirt.

They both just stood there for a second taking in the fact that not only were you not wearing a bra but the underwear you were wearing were basically nothing “holy fuuuuckkkk” Eddie said as he ran his hands down his face “you are unfuckingreal holy shit” he walked over and grabbed both your tits in his large calloused hands, they felt so good against your soft skin you let out a breathy moan “I love that you guys are appreciating my beauty and all but I really need you to fuck me now, I haven’t fed since I got into town and I need it. Now.” It came out WAY whinier than you intended it to but it still got the point across because the next thing you knew you were being pushed down onto your back on the bed and your thong was being ripped from your body.

“Holy shit. You’re so fucking wet.” Eddie said before he paused “woah this tattoo is so sick!” He was looking down at your mark, a heart with bat wings “it’s my- you know what? I’ll tell you about it later just fucking TOUCH me already” that’s all it took before he licked a long stripe up your pussy to your clit where he began to suck “Oh my godddd- holy shit your mouth feels so good” you grabbed onto his hair and tugged a little, gauging his reaction, when he groaned you did it again, harder. “Stevvie, come here” you beckoned to the other boy who was standing on the side of the bed watching his boyfriend absolutely devour your cunt.

“Take your shirt off, I wanna see you” when he pulled his shirt over his head you felt yourself salivate, you had seen them both shirtless from afar but it had nothing on this. He came over and situated himself beside you, giving you another head spinning kiss before he trailed his mouth down your neck and to your tits where he took an already hardened nipple into his mouth, making you moan even louder.

You took one of your hands that was in Eddie’s hair to grab one of Steve’s hands, guiding it to your neck and leaving it there hoping he would take the hint. He immediately understood and wrapped his hand around your neck, adding just the right amount of pressure.

He looked up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye “oh? You like it rough? Is that what you’re telling me?”

You moaned “god yes, please, use me”

“You hear that Eds? She wants to be our little fuck doll” he moves his hand from your neck to your jaw squeezing your cheeks “open”

You stick out your tongue and he spits onto it, tapping your chin implying for you to close your mouth “swallow” you gulp before sticking you tongue out again, asking for more “please? you taste so good”

“I’ll give you something better to taste” he stands up and starts unbuckling his belt. Meanwhile Eddie paused his movements between your thighs to watch this interaction in awe for a moment before he moved into action “turn around, get on your hands and knees. Now.” You are barely sat all the way up before he’s moving you himself twisting you on your stomach and hiking your ass in the air by your hips “fuuuckk I’m going to fucking destroy this slutty little pussy” you whimpered at his words, your pussy clinching around nothing when you heard his belt buckle coming undone too.

You push yourself up on your hands to look and Steve and god does he look fucking delectable, he’s pulling his boxers down his toned thighs and when his cock springs free you actually fucking moan out loud because holy SHIT, he’s long and thick and so fucking hard. “God Steve, I need you in my mouth, I need you to cum down my throat.” You didn’t have to ask him twice, at this point he was so worked up he felt like he was going to bust the minute your tongue touched him.

Eddie got behind you in his knees, completely naked now and you felt a big ringed hand come down on your ass causing you to cry out “oh you like that baby?” He spanks you again, harder this time “are you a little pain slut? You wanna be smacked around?”

“God yes, please” you wiggled your ass against him, feeling his cock brush against your slick slit. He grabbed it in his hand and tapped it against your clit a few times. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel that he was big too. After a few more taps on your clit you felt the head of his cock against your tight hole. He pushed in a few inches before pulling out again.

You couldn’t take it, unexpectedly you slammed your hips all the way down against his, bottoming him out inside you.

“Fuuuuck oh my god you are so fucking tight holy shit” he started fucking into you hard and deep. Steve grabbed your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. His cock was so close to your mouth, so hard, begging for attention without missing a beat you wrapped your hand around the base and shoved his cock all the way down your throat in one motion.

���Holyfuckingshit- oh my god” he was taken back for a moment, no one, not even Eddie had sucked his cock how you’re sucking it right now. You really are some kind of otherworldly sex being because your mouth is insane. Eddie is having similar thoughts about your pussy, it’s feels so fucking good it’s like he’s dreaming.

You moaned around Steve’s cock the vibrations causing him to lurch forward shoving his cock deeper down your throat. He pulled back for a moment half expecting you to gag, you looked up at him a string of spit still attached to his cock from your mouth “I want you to fuck my face Steve”

He growled at that, grabbing two fistfuls of your hair and shoving his cock all the way down your throat before he started fucking your face at a brutal pace “Good fucking girl letting me use that slutty little throat like this”

Eddie moved one of his hands from your hip to rub your clit and you felt yourself getting close to cumming. Steve saw your eyes roll back in your head and felt your moan vibrate around his cock “I think she’s gonna cum soon”

“Yeah I can feel her fucking squeezing my cock. You gonna cum for us baby? Cum all over my big cock? Do it.” That was all it took for your orgasm to come crashing down on you, Steve pulled you off his cock by your hair, grabbing your neck with his other hand “you look so fucking good when you cum holy shit. I was about to cum just looking at you and I really want to get a turn railing the shit out of that little pussy before I do.”

You could feel Eddie’s thrusts getting more erratic behind you “God Eddie please fill my pussy with your cum, I need it so so bad” he thrust hard and deep into you three more times before he was pushing his hips flush against yours and coming with a moan that sounded like the best song you’ve ever heard, the minute you felt his cum inside you, you could feel some of your energy returning. It wasn’t at the point where it was making you sick yet but you were cutting it close.

Eddie pulled out slowly and then sat back on his knees making a whistling noise “god damn baby, your pussy looks so good with my cum dripping out of it. Time to get you even more messy. On your back at the head of the bed, Steve, fuck her.” it wasn’t a question, it was an order. He sat down next to you at the head of the bed and pulled you into a rough kiss while you felt Steve situating himself between your legs, his cock in hand. He ran his cock through your slit that was slick with a mixture of yours and Eddie’s cum before slamming into you in one quick thrust.

He let out a stream of curses trying to regain his composure because you felt so good he really thought he was going to bust the minute he moved. “Steve, move, please, I need it” he pulled out slowly and then took a few slow thrusts in and out before he grabbed your thighs and pushed them towards your chest fucking into you hard and fast.

“Jesus Christ your pussy feels like fucking Heaven, I swear it’s like it was made for my cock” he grunted.

You laughed a bit at that in between moans “that’s because technically, it is. That’s one of the other things that my body changes-fuck” he started rubbing your clit in quick motions pushing you closer to the edge.

“You’re gonna cum aren’t you? You’re such a good girl with your little magic pussy squeezing my cock just right” the next few thrusts hit you right in your g-spot and sent you over the edge, you came so hard you felt like your soul left your body for a second. Steve wasn’t far behind you, cuming inside you deep before collapsing on top of you.

“Holy. Fuck. That was- wow” he chuckled and rolled off you to lay on the side opposite of Eddie.

“Yeah.. it really was. I feel so much better now, thank you guys” your smile was shaky and your eyes looked hazy when you looked over at both of them.

“Were you in pain before? Also did I hear you say your fucking pussy CHANGES SIZE?” Eddie said as he looked over at you, wrapping an arm around your waist. You chuckled “I wasn’t in pain yet, but I did feel pretty weak.. and yeah, it’s one of my powers it changes to perfectly fit the cock inside me. Cool right?”

“COOL!? More like.. hottest. Thing. EVER.” He kissed your cheek. “Little infernal princess” that made you blush, HARD. No one has ever called you a cute nickname before.

“That really was amazing but I am so tired I need a nap like yesterday” you looked over at Steve who was laying on his back with his arm over his eyes, you rolled towards him resting your head on his shoulder “yeah, when I gain energy I take a bit of yours.. sorry about that. You guys should rest, I’m going to use your shower if that’s okay?” You stood up and looked down at them “you guys are fucking beautiful”

Steve yawned and Eddie rolled over and laid his head on his shoulder where yours was a moment ago “the towels are in the cabinet under the sink sweetheart, wake us after, we can all go get some lunch or something” you caressed Steve’s hair and kissed Eddie’s temple before grabbing your clothes off the ground and heading to the bathroom.

Now that the hunger for them isn’t as strong reality came crashing down on you as you washed your body in the shower. You were feeling so many mixed emotions. Satisfied definitely being one of the main ones but anxiety being a close second. You’ve never felt this way, you’ve never clicked this way with anyone ever. Never felt vulnerable enough to submit in any way, never wanted to go back for more. Never before have your physical features stayed the way you were born when you were with someone. They wanted YOU, not the ideal fantasy of what a woman should be. They saw you and they liked what they saw.. You wanted to get out of this shower and go lay in between them and feel their body heat until they woke up and have them take you all over again. That was fucking terrifying to you, how would it ever work? They already belonged to each other. You would stay the same as they grew old.. the thought of loving them just to lose them sounded awful.

So you made a decision, the decision you would make with any other conquest. You put on your clothes and shoes, and quietly walked out of the door. You did award yourself a last peak at them before, cuddled together sleeping peacefully. They were so beautiful you felt your heart crack a little as you walked toward your car. You had to get out of Hawkins, you couldn’t stay here and stay away from them. You drove toward your home, where you would pack up everything and go somewhere else to start over, under the radar like you planned. You couldn’t let anything like this happen again.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

[your-queer-dad]

hi dad,

I want to start by saying your blog is amazing and you help so many people, I hope you know that xx.

I'm in a bit of a situation and I hope you can give me some advice (no worries what so ever not, I'm sure you get a lot of these haha).

So, I really struggle making friends, but I've had one good friend for a couple of years, A. She's absolutely amazing, even with all the shit I put her through (I sh and I'm pretty sure I have an Ed and I'm autistic so I have no social skills whatsoever, sometimes it feels like she's more of a carer than a friend even though I try to keep that stuff from impacting her too much. It not her responsibility and I don't want her worrying) (I'm in therapy, so you shouldn't worry either)

Anyway A is just a bit too kind for her own good, one of our old friends she really didn't like and neither did I, but we just kinda stayed friends with her until we found out that she SA'd a girl, we talked to her about it asking if it was true and then she kinda dumped us. We were both relived. (Me doubly so, because if she'd done it to someone else it was less likely it was my fault, but that another (long) story). And I hate that it fulfills all of the stereotypes for trans girls, and all of the thing my very conservative family had warned me about.

And now A still has a friend called J, now I don't like J and A knows this even though I still respect their friendship and will chat with J when they sit with us. Lately A has been complaining to me about things J does that annoys her and even told me that she thinks they may be lying about an instance of SA they reported, which is HUGE. I'd considered that J might be exaggerating some details but outright lying.... And A and J have been friends for over a decade. It makes me really glad that I haven't told her about my own experiences. But it also makes my very uncomfortable because I worry that she doesn't really like me either and is just too nice to say, she invited J for a sleepover for her birthday same as me, so she could secretly hate me, and some of the things she's been complaining about I do too.

And to make matters worse, I feel she's been pulling away recently (she even forgot my birthday, which I said was fine, she was stressed and I didn't want to make a big deal of it and I din't invite her over of anything which in hindsight was probably a bit rude I just didn't have the energy to do anything that wasn't necessary, or even something that were, K haven't showered in way too long haha, but I'm still a bit hurt that she forgot.) ,and we've been sitting with a wider group of people, who have all been very nice and welcoming. But As made quick friends with K, which makes me really insecure about our friendship even though I know it shouldn't and A is allowed and deserves friends outside of me. And K been very nice to me too, but we're not really friends yet. I doesn't help that A and K are very allosexual and alloromantic witch is something they can bond over and a way to prove that trust each other. I am aroace and very closeted even though the whole friendship group and school really is really accepting. I'm still, ashamed I guess, my families conservative and ice never said it out loud and I don't feel ready to tell them. But their talking out crushes and deepening their relationship and I want in, and I don't want to appear standoffish, and I want to listen I want to be a part of this part of there lives even if I don't fully understand.

But A didn't tell me about her crush she told K, and when K started gossiping about her crushes she asked me if I liked men and I just shrugged ten she asked me if I like women I said I don't know and she didn't bring it up again. And then later when we were talking out her taste in men she said it felt like something she should be talking to A about and I asked her why. She asked me if I ever had thought like those (she was talking about wanting to rip men suits off, eww, haha) and I said no. I guess I just feel really excluded and insecure and I'm worried that they don't like me(I have no social skills, I'm pretty stupid, I don't hide my SH well enough and I'd do anything for a laugh or a little bit if attention even drink salt water) ( yes I'm mentally ill how could you tell? Haha)

But I don't want to do anything about it , I don't want to tell them I'm aroace and in worried about talking to them more (incase I'm annoying or they actually don't like me) or less (in case a sabotage the relationship, or they forget me, or they think I'm being standoffish)

I know Abby knows I appreciate her friendship but I'm worried that K doesn't, because I know I appear standoffish. I was thinking about inviting K to go rock climbing with me cause I love going and A doesn't and it would give me a chance to make propper friends with K maybe enough to forgive my quirks haha. But she was talking to A the other day and the exact approach I planned to use (I want to go rock climbing do you want to go with me) was thrown out as a way to ask for a date. So I don't want to do that any more in case it's read wrong, I know K likes girls too and add that asking her on a 'date' to the fact that in uncomfortable talking about her dating life I'm worried conclusions will be drawn.

But I don't know what else to do, short of just falling behind and letting the friendships fall apart. I already know A saw J outside of school without me. Idk, I just don't want to be alone.

Anyway sorry for the long ass rant, I hope you can give me some advice but no worries if not. Hope you have a good week 😊.

Bye dad.

(I have just realised how much I love brackets 🤣)

Hey kiddo! Thank you so much for reaching out! Honestly I think your plan to spend some one on one time with K and become better friends with her is a really good idea. I would also recommend maybe sharing your feelings about your friendship with Abby and communicating?

- dad x

[ae-azile]

Progression: Chapter 31 Preview

“They're small islands,” Kim says as Chay walks towards the drugstore with determination, “And conservative. The last store we went to told us that they were part of a delayed shipment that contained unnecessary items-”

“Those ARE necessary!” Chay snaps, then turns around, “Stay here. I'll go in. Can't have anyone catch on.”

“We already researched it. The tourist Islands tend to turn a blind eye-”

Chay walks through the door before Kim can finish. He scans the aisles, sees the tags for brands like Trojan and Durex on empty hooks, then goes over to the woman at the counter and leans in.

“Hi,” Chay says kindly, “Um, I saw that you were out of…condoms-”

Chay feigns a bashful squirm, then moves on.

“Is there a chance that you have any in the back that haven't been put out yet?”

The woman shakes her head, “Sorry. The ships bringing in certain products are late. We’re also out of Cheez-Its. We’re one of the only islands that sell those.”

Whatever will the population do without Cheez-Its? For some reason, Chay can't find it within himself to care.

“Thank you for your help,” Chay says, then leaves the store without buying anything. He will probably feel bad about it later, but if he bought pointless things at every store that didn't have condoms, they would have too many pointless things to carry around.

“Any luck?” Kim asks, his eyes following Chay as Chay goes and sits on a nearby bench before putting his head in his hands.

“This is the worst thing that could have happened.”

“Yeah.”

“We should have savored that last condom,” Chay says morosely, “Made it last. Used the cock rings even.”

By the way Kim glances around at that, he is probably checking to make sure no one heard Chay. But Chay doesn't care. Not anymore. The universe clearly hates him, so let any punishment come his way. Any punishment wouldn't compare to this. Getting ripped away of the opportunity to fuck Kim after just getting a taste of it is torture.

“We could go without.”

Chay’s spiraling thoughts come to a halt, and he looks at Kim with wide eyes. Meanwhile, Kim can't look at him at all.

“I'm obviously clean,” Kim says quietly, “Even if the men who abducted me did do something - and all of the exams pointed to that not being the case - I was tested. Given meds as a precaution. Nothing has come up, even in my most recent appointment.”

Chay blinks, and then sits up straight, “You'd really be okay with-”

“If you are okay with it,” Kim interrupts, then clears his throat, “And if you're clean.”

“...Hia made me get tested right after we all went to Cambodia,” Chay says hesitantly, then rolls his eyes, “Right after he started shipping us. Everything came back clean, and the blood work I did as a follow-up came back clean as well.”

“Oh,” Kim says, nodding, “...We don't have to make a decision today. But I guess it's something to think about.”

It is. Even as they give up on their quest to find condoms and go about their day, it's all Chay can think about.

He needs to talk about it with someone. As soon as they get back from a historical island tour and Kim decides to take a nap, Chay walks out onto the beach and does just that. He wars within himself on who to call. Khun has been surprisingly open-minded and comforting about anything Chay has talked with him about, but he's on vacation with his new fiancé and is also Kim’s brother. It doesn't seem like a good idea to ask him. Kinn sounds even worse, not to mention more intimidating.

He's pointedly ignoring the obvious choice for now.

Maybe Macau. They're the same age. But when he calls, Macau sends it straight to voicemail.

Macau: I'm on a date with Nalin. Sorry. We’re getting Khun and Arm presents. What's up?

Chay: What do you think about me barebacking your cousin?

Macau: BRO, STOP! I don't think about that and I don't want to!

Chay: It's hard for me to wrap my head around too. It sounds appealing though, you know? I'm just worried it is too big of a step.

Chay: What if you and Nalin go on a very quick getaway? You can pack your bags, get on a plane tomorrow morning, take a ferry to our island, and we can get lunch. You can also maybe bring a value pack of condoms so Kim and I can sit on this possibility a little longer. Since you are coming anyway. You can fly out tomorrow night or even the next day. 😃

Macau: Aw, you'd let us stay a full day before kicking us off the island?

Chay: Of course!

Macau: No. Besides, Nalin is bringing the twins over. We agreed to babysit them. Malai picked up some independent contracting work she needs to finish and Preeda is taking some advanced painting course in the evening now.

Chay: Can't someone else watch them? Hansa? Your brother? Pete?

Macau: P’Pete and Hia are going on a double date with Hansa and Pol. They can't.

Chay:...That's so weird.

Macau: Yeah, but Hia is actually looking forward to it?

Chay: Because he wants to make Pol nervous the entire time?

Macau: Maybe. But I think he wants friends like a normal person. And to probably gossip about me and Nalin with Hansa.

Macau: But anyway, can’t bring you condoms. Good luck with whatever journey you go on with Kim, but don't talk to me in detail about it. Thanks.

Chay looks down at his phone sadly before gazing off into the horizon. There is only one person he can talk to. The thought of bringing this up to him brings Chay feelings of both relief and mortification, but he has to do it.

“Chay?” Hia says as he answers the phone, “Hey! How is the trip?”

“It's amazing,” Chay tells him honestly. And that's true. It is. He just hopes Hia will come up with a solution that will make it a lot better.

[monstroso]

literally what makes the aristocats bad. its got nice songs. it has silly characters. it’s got really pretty backgrounds and the old hand-drawn disney animation. it’s inspired by a true story. what’s there to dislike.

(*cough* aside from the racism that permeates most if not all of the old Disney movies but since that’s present in so many of them no special case should to be made against the aristocats for it to be a worse movie because of that shared trait *cough*)

also I hope this didn’t come across as like. confrontational or anything bc it’s not supposed to be. legitimately want to hear your thoughts 👍

No, I love this! I appreciate being asked my thoughts, especially since the good people in the tags have told me loud and clear that I am in the minority on this one.

I will say, I did not expect the poll to have quite the legs it's got on it now. My polls usually only get about 60 votes. If I'd known 4,700 strangers and counting would have an opinion on this, I might have worded it differently. The real reason I didn't include The Aristocats is because I knew it would run away with the thing. Most people consider it a classic, regardless of what my opinions on it actually are. I thought throwing in a cheeky little line about it would be a fun gag for my followers who know I'm a true hater at heart.

Before I even got this ask - and because the overwhelming majority of the tags on the poll are telling me I have no taste - I actually did start rewatching it! Hundreds of strangers on the internet have never been wrong before, right? Part of the problem is I have next to no nostalgia for it. We didn't own the VHS when I was a child, so the only times I ever saw it were when I'd go to a friend's house or borrow it from the library. Maybe my judgement was clouded by not having seen it in a very long time.

First things first: The good stuff. There are parts of this film that rank alongside the best of the Disney classics, and I would be remiss in not mentioning them.

The music, for one, is pretty good. You'd have to be some kind of real Scrooge not to enjoy "Ev'rybody Wants to Be a Cat" of course, but on a rewatch I did find myself grinning through "Thomas O'Malley Cat" as well. This is an easy point in the film's favor though, as I'm an absolute sucker for both big band and jazz. This is great use of your Scatman Crothers and Phil Harris, top points awarded for these two numbers in particular.

The animation is also pretty good. Especially on Edgar and Thomas O'Malley. Your mileage may vary on the Xerox style, but the animation itself is relatively unimpeachable. This was still during the era of the Nine Old Men, so there's all kind of impressive work being done with the big sweeping things like character movement and expression as well as in the more subtle animations like expressions and mouth movement.

The cats are doing all the cat stuff you'd expect like licking their paws and poof'ing their tails, but there's less expected movements here too, like arching their backs when walking alongside things or rolling in the dirt to dry off from the river. This is good character work, but it's also pretty standard for guys like Milt Kahl and Eric Larson. If you're at all interested in animation, I highly encourage you to read more about the Nine Old Men and their history with the studio.

(A big thanks to the tumblr gif artists for gif'ing the parts of this movie that look good so I can spice this post up with some relevant visuals!)

Now, the bad. Like many movies from this era, The Aristocats has something of a pacing problem. While it is necessary to do the work of setting up the conflict in the beginning, you might be surprised to learn that it takes 25 minutes for Thomas O'Malley to show up, which is when the story actually starts.

A huge part of the problem is that this movie suffers from a sort of directionless vignetticism that seems to have been driven only by the idea that it would be cute to see the animals do X, Y, and Z. "Oh wouldn't it be sweet to see the kitten paint?" "Wouldn't it be so adorable if the cat played the piano?" "Ohh, what if the mouse ate a cracker dipped in milk, wouldn't that be darling?" I have a very high tolerance for schmaltz, but The Aristocats is where even I must draw the line.

When the movie isn't being tooth-rottingly sweet, it's frequently boring, and when it's not being either of those things it's showing you another chase scene with the dogs and the butler. It's erratic, tiring, and strains the limits of the modern attention span even at the movie's incredibly sparse runtime. It's a 79 minute film and you feel all 79 of those minutes.

Tonally, much of the movie smacks of the kind of rose-tinted sentimentalism Disney was known (and even criticized at the time) for, but without the guiding hand of the man himself, nearly 5 years gone by this point. The studio was floundering in the wake of Walt's death, and The Aristocats is quite close to the nadir of this particular creative valley - though the distinction arguably goes to Robin Hood, I'm much softer on that film for a number of reasons.

The Aristocats reminds me a lot of Lady & the Tramp, in that it's the same story (down to the aforementioned racist caricatures of Siamese cats), but with cats instead of dogs and with a much less focused sense of purpose, tone, and creative direction. If you like The Aristocats for the music and the beautiful scenery, but you haven't seen Lady & the Tramp, give that one a try instead. The animation is better, the music is about on-par, and it doesn't have as many stupid chase scenes. Or just watch 101 Dalmatians, which outstrips both films on sheer charm alone.

I think I had more I wanted to say, but it was mostly rambling that got away from the point. On rewatch, I don't think this movie is as bad as I remember it being, but I stand by my decision not to include it in the poll.

tl;dr - The Aristocats isn't the worst. If you grew up watching it I totally understand having a soft spot for the music and the atmosphere. In a vacuum, I can't say I think it holds up but ultimately I'm not going to judge anyone for enjoying it. Thanks for the ask!

[manogirl]

I mean, am I going to watch all the QLs? Yeah, of course. I'm almost a completist when it comes to GMMTV QLs--there are a pesky few I haven't watched, that I will, I swear--so yeah, I'm gonna watch them all.

But I'm a little....frustrated? sad? mad? that there is gonna be another giant ensemble piece from the same damn director this year. I'm sure Perfect 10 Liners will be fine, and I adore many of the actors in it. And it's obviously necessary to get all these damn men jobs (there are so many. so many. so many. so so so many. GMMTV boys), but ugggggggh two in one year is too much. I think. Maybe.

Other thoughts:

Will follow Jojo anywhere and if this weirdo gun romcom is his jam it'll be my jam too. I think Joong and Dunk are doing some of the best GMMTV kissing so there's that.

Mark Pakin lead with Ohmtpk which is what we all knew was going to happen. I'm fine with it. Show looks fine.

Okay, they are CLEARLY trying to keep the humor from the original Ossan's Love and I'm nervous. I think the casting is great, but still. Nervous.

Thame-Po looks SO FUCKING CUTE. I like William. I'm cautiously optimistic that Joong is teaching Est all his little boykissing tricks. So fingers way crossed for this one. (Also I love Lego because um hello who does not? If you do not love Lego please tell me what Lego has ever done to you.)

I am shockingly RIDICULOUSLY excited for the KristSingto show. I don't even care what it's called--something about...exes? What I do know is that it's taking the second-chance romance trope and putting THESE dudes in it, and it's a masterful choice on GMMTV's part. Because in some ways Krist and Singto felt like exes for the last 7 years! I never in a million years thought I would be so excited for a KristSingto show, but here we are.

ALSO OH MY GOD THEY GOT THEIR OWN SIGIL. They're back, baby. I think I might be a peraya now.

Revamped. Yeah. BounPrem. Yeah. I'm not sad about the guys they recast in the trailer. I'm into it.

I can't imagine watching any of the het shows. Maaaaybe that Scarlet Heart thing because the cast is stacked, but I don't know, flowers bleeding isn't really my jam. Boys trying to be with a girl isn't really my jam either. So many of the het shows were very....thrillery. The antithesis of my taste lol.

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

The Waves are Rising and Rising

|Beginning| |Previous| Chapter 3

Chapter 4 will be up on Friday!

--//--

Jinlintai is, somehow, precisely the same as when he left.

That seems… wrong.

There are many ways in which Jin Guangyao’s life can be segmented, times in which something so momentous has happened that there is a distinct before and an equally distinct after; without fail, those times have come with not only a change in his own personal life but a change in… well, everything, really.

Before a-niang died, the world was better for her being in it. After, the cruel nature of men hurt far worse than when she could shield him from the worst of the worst. Before Nie Mingjue raised him up to one single step below the highest rank in his Sect, Meng Yao had thought he would spend the next decade at least trying to earn such a position. After, he’d had some small taste of power and the Nie Sect had enjoyed a time of well-organised prosperity the likes of which they never had before. Before his expulsion, he’d felt relatively secure both in his position and in Nie Mingjue’s regard; after, nothing at all had seemed certain as the world descended into war.

There is always a Before. There is always an After.

It seems as if Jinlintai should not be identical now that he’s living in a new after, now that he’s had (quite frankly, terrible) sex with his sworn brothers, now that he knows what it’s like to see them both naked and vulnerable and still so much themselves that it was sort of… worth it, in a way, if enduring the terrible sex meant he could at least be part of that intimacy.

Perhaps, he thinks as he walks, unseeing, through the corridors back to his own rooms to freshen up after his travelling, Jinlintai hasn’t changed in the aftermath because it’s him who has been irrevocably, visibly, altered by the events of the last 48 hours. His pace quickens ever so slightly, nothing faster than his norm on a busy day, as he fears that it’s somehow still visible on him somewhere, some irrefutable evidence marring his carefully-constructed perfection that will announce to everyone who sees him, ‘Look at me! I’ve just fucked my sworn brother!’

“Ridiculous,” Jin Guangyao mutters to himself and quickens his pace a little more… just to be safe.

His room, just like the rest of Jinlintai, is precisely the same as he left it. That, somehow, feels even stranger than the rest of it. How can this, his most private space that should reflect him and his thoughts, be utterly unchanged after everything he’s just done? He forces himself to ignore the sensation in favor of cleaning himself up as quickly as he can, little more than a perfunctory scrub with the cloth draped over the side of the wash basin in the corner of his small space (he attempts not to flush as he pays particular attention to the space between his legs, but doing so means he thinks about why he swears he can still feel something flaky and itchy on his thighs despite his equally perfunctory scrub in his guest quarters, and he is still human, after all).

Once clean, he dabs fresh oil on the ends of his hair for a bit of perfume and re-dresses in clothes that don’t smell at all of the crisp pine-scented air of Qinghe. He checks that the vermillion between his brows is still perfect and settles his hat in place again, and in less time than it takes to prepare a pot of tea Jin Guangyao is entirely himself again.

Like this it’s difficult to believe that… all of that truly happened. He looks at his slightly-distorted reflection and hunts for the signs that must be there that he’s fundamentally changed, but there’s nothing. There’s not even a mark in the shape of a hand or a mouth left behind, certainly nothing visible while fully dressed, and as much as he knows that’s good and necessary he can’t help but feel… disappointed. How can he know it happened if there’s no evidence of it? It all feels too much like a dream, hazy and surreal despite the fact that he knows that if he were to exert even the smallest effort to try he would be able to recall every moment of it — good and bad — in perfect detail.

His face warms again and he shoves all thoughts of Qinghe and his sworn brothers into a nice cozy box and slams the lid shut.

There are many things he’ll have to catch up on, there always are after he spends any amount of time away from Lanling. It’s nice to think that his presence is so vital already to the operation of Jinlintai that his absence from it is felt so keenly; it’s evidence of how much value the Sect — his father — places on his work. That doesn’t make catching up any less stressful, however, and so Jin Guangyao finishes his useless self-scrutinizing with a quick shake of his head and pats himself down to make sure all his layers are in place before he leaves his rooms again in a sweep of silk to begin tackling the list of what he’s missed.

He meets with the accountant first to go over the latest Sect expenditures; this Sect bleeds money, Jin Guangyao has found, simply because it can, even now after the war has emptied the coffers of the rest of the Great Sects. The books need constant balancing, and his theory that the head accountant is accustomed to skimming some extra allowance for himself off the top can remain unconfirmed so long as the man is too aware of his watchful eye (and perfect memory) to feel comfortable continuing to do so.

It takes the better part of a shichen to ensure the latest invoices from various merchants and establishments in Lanling are properly sorted and paid, and by the time Jin Guangyao steps out of the cloyingly warm and incense-redolent office there are two servants waiting for him, clearly each on different errands as one is one of Jin-furen’s personal handmaids and the other one of Jin Guangshan’s preferred serving girls. He offers them both a smile, but there is no question as to whose errand is to be given precedence and so he turns to the younger of the two expectantly.

“Jin-zongzhu is taking the evening meal in his garden,” she reports with her eyes properly downcast. “He wishes Lianfang-zun to attend him.”

Not ‘join’ he notes. ‘Attend’.

He takes a deep breath in as silently as he can as he turns his unmoving smile on the second servant, Jin-furen’s.

“Jin-furen has summoned Lianfang-zun for a personal matter,” she tells him, not quite able to hide the wince that signifies this ‘personal matter’ is something that’s stoked her temper.

“Please offer my apologies to muqin, I will come to her as soon as fuqin has no more need of me.”

The handmaid bows and retreats to pass along the news to Jin-furen that her husband has thwarted her in her favorite pastime, which will likely mean that her temper will be even worse by the time Jin Guangyao finds her, but that simply can’t be helped. The serving girl bows as well but she waits for him to straighten himself out so she can lead him through Jinlintai quite unnecessarily and deliver him a few minutes later to his father in his private courtyard.

The meal is, thankfully, already laid, though it’s immediately clear that yes he really is here to ‘attend’ to Jin Guangshan like any other servant, as there’s only one place setting and it certainly isn’t for him.

“Fuqin,” he greets with a bow, deeper than is technically required of him; Jin Guangshan does nothing to correct it, as always.

“Guangyao,” Jin Guangshan replies, and though his expression doesn’t change Jin Guangyao can tell that his mood sours ever so slightly despite the fact that he’d asked for Jin Guangyao to come to him.

“You may leave us now,” Jin Guangyao instructs the serving girl hovering nervously at his side. Her relief is palpable as she bows and scurries away as quickly as could be considered proper to find some other task that won’t involve being at risk of a passing grope from her Sect Leader.

“You returned quickly from Qinghe.” Jin Guangyao steps forward to take up post at his father’s side, hands folded demurely over his stomach and his eyes properly downcast, though he can’t help but grit his teeth against the frustration of being expected to play at being a servant.

“My work here should not be neglected.”

“Quite right. Still, there are things that can be done in Qinghe that would be worth delaying your precious ledgers for.”

Jin Guangyao doesn’t allow his expression to so much as twitch, no matter how badly he wants to raise an eyebrow at the disparaging tone. The accountant must have complained to Jin Guangshan about his involvement, he supposes, but there’s no denying that the Sect’s profits have ‘miraculously’ increased since his arrival, and in the end his father cares about having ever-more money for his pleasures much more than he does any one person’s complaints.

“Fuqin?”

“Did I or did I not inform you of my… thoughts in regards to Nie Mingjue?”

In the way of all prey suddenly finding themselves the subject of their predator’s undivided attention, Jin Guangyao goes very, very still.

“Yes, fuqin.”

Jin Guangshan lapses into an ominous silence for a few moments to sample some of the plethora of dishes arranged in front of him, leaving Jin Guangyao waiting on pins and needles for whatever he may say next; there’s no telling with Jin Guangshan, usually, which means that there’s no way of knowing what he can say in the meantime to attempt to do a bit of preemptive damage control.

The silence drags on, broken only by the quiet clinking of ceramic and Jin Guangshan’s unhurried chewing. He washes a bite down with a few long gulps of tea and sets the empty cup down with a hard clack! that makes Jin Guangyao jump, just the smallest twitch of his shoulders. He follows the unspoken order to refill it, kneeling gracefully next to the table and pouring a fresh cup of fragrant tea with perfect form.

“You’ve disappointed me, Guangyao,” Jin Guangshan sighs. It takes a supreme effort not to dip into a kowtow and begin apologising, to instead finish pouring the tea and set the pot back down just so in its place, to ensure that the table continues to be arranged to his father’s liking.

“I thought, perhaps foolishly, that I’d made your position in this household perfectly clear.”

“Fuqin is never foolish,” Jin Guangyao says instantly and tries not to hear Lan Xichen’s gentle voice in the back of his mind (and Nie Mingjue’s much less gentle voice beside it) chastising him for lying.

“Did you do anything at all whilst in Qinghe to acquire the sort of information I require to weaken that oaf’s influence over the rest of the sects? Did you do anything to make him less of an irritant to me?”

He was our general, he doesn’t say. He deserves that respect, no matter how you hate him.

Jin Guangyao takes a deep breath in and reminds himself that, in the hierarchy of men he should hold in regard, his father must come first. His father does come first, and it’s only his own momentary weakness that distracted him from properly utilising the opportunity that being in Qinghe had given him, that led to him returning empty-handed.

Except… well. He did get information. He got information that could, if wielded skillfully enough, strip quite a lot of shine off of Nie Mingjue’s righteous reputation amongst the rest of the cultivation world.

Gossip is a powerful tool, particularly amongst the common people and the servants of the Great Sects, and everyone knows that if enough mouths sing the same tune, it must of course be true.

What would the cultivation world do if it became common knowledge that Chifeng-zun, righteous and just nearly to a fault, is dabbling so close to demonic cultivation (that all the Nies walk that fine line, with those resentful sabres of theirs) that his health is suffering so desperately that without intervention he’ll succumb to the same madness as his forefathers sooner rather than later, younger than any Nie leader before him? And what would they say if they heard, through the grapevine of course, that his response to learning this was to proposition his sworn brothers; to beg them to take him to bed and fuck him like some common whore in an attempt to use cheap cultivation tricks to hide the truth?

It wouldn’t be enough to ruin him, of course. His reputation is built on years of working hard to truly earn the respect his lucky birth had already afforded him; but it would certainly be a heavy blow, and Jin Guangyao already knows exactly how Jin Guangshan would seek to widen the crack in his armour and leave him, in the end, politically weakened enough that he could no longer stand in the way of Jin Guangshan’s climb to the seat Wen Ruohan has so recently been forced to evacuate.

He could be the unseen hands that drag Nie Mingjue at least a few steps down from the pedestal that the entire jianghu has placed him on. He could have revenge for the day Nie Mingjue stripped him of everything he’d been given and thrown him out to make his own way in the world, alone and injured. He could fight against Nie Mingjue, and for once he could win.

But… if word of their activities were to get out, of the five people who know about the dual cultivation Nie Mingjue would naturally suspect Jin Guangyao of spreading the information before he would anyone else. In that event, no matter his protestations, no matter how desperately Lan Xichen would try to intercede, Nie Mingjue would never, ever trust him again. There would be no small hope of civility or reconciliation this time. Nie Mingjue would hate him for the rest of their lives — even more than he already does.

Bile rises in the back of his throat.

“Well?!” Jin Guangshan snaps, clearly at the end of his patience. This time Jin Guangyao does drop into a kowtow beside his father’s low seat. It pulls double duty, conveying the sincerity of his apology as well as hiding his face from his father’s sharp gaze.

His mouth moves mechanically, with no input from his mind. “This unfilial son apologises. I intend to return to Qinghe soon, I will not disappoint you a second time.”

Jin Guangshan snorts over his head, voice dripping with oily-slick disdain to sneer, “Your promises are worthless. Bring me results, Guangyao, or else what use are you to me?”

Jin Guangyao lingers in the kowtow, eyes squeezed shut against the sight of the stone tile a mere inch away from his nose.

“...Yes, fuqin.”

Jin Guangyao stays put in his deep bow for long enough that the small of his back begins to twinge, his hip threatening to lock and catch if he doesn’t at least straighten soon. He barely hears his father’s irritated admonition to stand and return to his post past the way the next warning twinge makes his head spin a little, distracting and immediate. He rolls upright to his knees and then from there to his feet, knees and ankles clicking quietly enough that he can hide the noise with the rustling of his robes as he readjusts them and brushes the dust from the front.

“What of the other matter we discussed?” Jin Guangshan eventually prompts when he’s nearly finished his meal, simply dismissive now rather than angry. It should be safe enough to proceed, then.

“Wei Wuxian continues to behave erratically,” Jin Guangyao reports, relieved that he’d received the latest missive from his spies in Yunmeng prior to leaving for Qinghe (the return to something from Before is strangely reassuring). “The construction continues slowly in Lotus Pier, Jiang-zongzhu’s goal appears to be a perfect reconstruction of what was lost rather than any improvements or simple utility to rebuild as quickly as possible. There are also murmurs among the disciples when they drink in Yunmeng inns and teahouses that Wei Wuxian and Jiang-zongzhu are frequently at odds.”

“Oh?”

“Mm. Wei Wuxian continues to refuse to carry his sword and no longer fulfils his duties as head disciple. One of the Jiangs’ early recruits from the Sunshot Campaign currently trains the shidimei in his place.”

Jin Guangshan sits back in his seat to stroke his thin beard, looking pensively at the beautifully appointed koi pond some few feet away. Gold-red flashes chase each other lazily through crystal clear water, glinting in the sun, and Jin Guangshan’s eyes track their circling like a cat waiting to pounce.

“It will take little effort to ensure Wei Wuxian’s reputation continues to suffer, he does more than half the work for us,” Jin Guangshan muses. “And what of Jiang Yanli?”

Jin Guangyao dips into a little half-bow from the waist, hands pressed neatly to his stomach. “Jiang-guniang may soon be prepared to accept our offer, should fuqin be so benevolent to extend it again. The excuse of rebuilding is nearing the end of its plausibility, and to refuse another offer from her once-betrothed could be perceived as a deeper insult than they are in a position to offend the Jin Sect with.”

Everyone knows that Yunmeng Jiang is as proud as they are carefree. Wei Wuxian’s infamous arrogance is checked by Jiang Wanyin’s glares and Jiang Yanli’s gentle admonishing, everyone has seen it, but his arrogance is far from unusual. In fact, one could say that the cultivation world’s problem with it stems not from the fact that it’s arrogance, but that the circumstances of Wei Wuxian’s birth should never have afforded him the freedom to be so arrogant in the first place, no matter the skills he’s acquired throughout the years. And he is, unequivocally, a genius of cultivation and an extremely talented disciple — unfortunately for his worst detractors, his arrogance is built on a firm bedrock of skill that can easily support the weight of his attitude.

But is it strong enough to stand against the targeted machinations of the entire cultivation world? Jin Guangyao doesn’t believe so, and neither does Jin Guangshan. Wei Wuxian’s arrogance is a strength in many ways, but it is also a weakness that’s laughably easy to exploit, especially if his own shidi — his own Sect Leader — is unwilling to lend him his support at the risk of his own pride, or the pride of his extremely vulnerable Sect. A small part of the reason for the slow rebuilding of Lotus Pier is that the artisans and engineers doing the construction are doing it to exacting standards that must be approved by Jiang Wanyin at every step of the way; but, more importantly, the Jiang also simply can’t afford to pay for the work to move any faster than it is. If Jiang Wanyin’s political and financial standing are both put in danger by his wayward disciple’s arrogance, who in their right mind wouldn’t sacrifice the personal relationship to save their public face?

Jiang Wanyin, as a young Sect Leader rebuilding his Sect after the decimation of war, has bigger things to worry about than upsetting an adopted brother slowly going mad from exposure to the resentful energy he’d commanded during the Sunshot Campaign.

“We need only apply the right pressure at the right time,” Jin Guangyao promises his father, certain that Wei Wuxian’s destruction is a matter of when, not if. “He grows more unstable by the day; it is only a matter of time before he does something shameless publicly. When he does, it will drive the wedge further between himself and Jiang-zongzhu and leave them both too vulnerable to protect themselves or each other.”

Jin Guangshan hums, considering. Jin Guangyao lapses back into silence at the cue signalling that his father would like to think uninterrupted. He finishes eating in silence and Jin Guangyao kneels to begin stacking the dishes into neat piles for whoever will be sent to take them back to the kitchens. Thankfully, even when his father demands that Jin Guangyao act as his servant, that part of the chore is still far enough beneath him that he can avoid further humiliation in front of the servants.

“Suggest to Zixuan that when it’s time to invite the Jiang Sect to Lanling next, he should take the invitation himself,” Jin Guangshan finally instructs. “Jiang Wanyin is foolish but practical — they cannot truly afford to do the work necessary to rebuild Lotus Pier to its full glory, certainly not if he wishes to continue to recruit more disciples who will need food and clothing. There are not so many nighthunts going in and around Yunmeng that the cost of his projects can be offset by the villages, they’ll be looking for an alliance with us soon enough. Wei Wuxian will either attempt to argue the proposal and do nothing to endear himself to Jiang Wanyin, or else he will be brought to heel long enough to allow the courtship to proceed, and with Jiang Yanli under our thumb we will be one step closer to the Seal. Either would serve our purposes nicely.”

Jin Guangshan is cunning, that much has never been in question. Jin Guangyao can see it easily, the pieces unfolding and revealing themselves in neat little rows. Lanling Jin will offer the weakened Yunmeng Jiang money and political alliance in one hand and steal their most dangerous asset with the other; it’ll take delicate, dedicated work, and while it will be relatively simple it will still take time.

Jin Guangyao grabs onto the task with both hands and an unclenching of the anxious ball in his chest that is the question of what to do about Nie Mingjue.

“Yes, fuqin,” he says, bows, and stands to retreat, dismissed by a lazy wave.

Destroying Wei Wuxian’s reputation will be child’s play, considering the man’s own self-destructive tendencies that are only growing worse, no matter how much Jiang Wanyin shouts at him. It’s a worthwhile distraction.

Jin Guangyao pushes thoughts of Nie Mingjue as a target, as an obstacle, to the back of his mind with the rest of his thoughts about his sworn brother, and tells himself that the relief is only for having fewer things on his plate rather than anything as dangerous as sentimentality.

|NEXT|

[streettealee]

Fully convinced while I’m listening to my musique that Cordelia Carstairs actually would really enjoy rock music, from pop to hard rock. For myself, I have broad tastes, but I find rock really cathartic and it’s always what’s playing when I have a lot of emotions swirling around. I also use it as hype music (along with hip-hop and rap) when I’m getting ready and warming up for boxing, so I think Cordelia would appreciate the genre-umbrella for training sessions.

Because this is what I love about Cordelia and part of what I always related to when reading about her: she is a blend of delicate and strong that UGH I adore. Her interests vary so much. She loves fashion, gets so excited about it (I will never not be mad about those girls at the first ball treating her like she’s a snob - at least Anna didn’t shut her down when Cordelia tried asking what French designer she had an affair with), has been mentioned to like perfumes, feels comfortable in sleek and elegant dresses, is a known jewelry-wearer, prefers subtler forms of winning social battles, likes dancing, and is generally intrigued by the topic of gentlemen instead of rolling her eyes, loves sweet romantic things like reading to each other AND YET she is a gremlin who crawls under her brother’s bed to frighten him, stands up for and against so many people, has a SWORD, could very well make men kneel, definitely could and would beat up someone with her bare hands if necessary or a lead pipe, feels emotions so deeply - including those related to anger even if it comes out in her differently to others, likes wearing gear, loves being a warrior, and just. Do you get what I mean? She’s allowed to be tough as nails and a little bit punk and rebellious and cheeky while still liking stereotypically feminine things that female main characters often shun or are shamed for liking.

So, back to the main topic: Cordelia, everyone’s beautiful Layla and sweet Daisy, I think, would find rock really, really good for releasing pent up emotions and energy and I love how its contradiction with her somewhat quiet, stoic character fits who she is so well. 

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

[hochsleep]

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Hi, cuties!

My name is Hochsleep and here I write stuff about Daryl Dixon (my favorite man ever)

Basically I'm just learning how to use this site, so I apologize for my mistakes and errors, I'm a newbie;)

I'll tell you a little bit about myself before we discuss some important things about my art and this account!

• Hochsleep ("hoch" is a form of a word in my native language that translates to "want", sleep you know what it means. I am a Hochsleep because I always want to sleep😴)

• I'm 20 so I can read and write all sorts of vulgarity and am more used to twd content with violence (which I actually hate, I'm a pacifist and don't accept violence anywhere but movies, TV shows and games)

BUT if you are under the age of 18 you really should leave this profile and only come back when you are of legal age!

• she/her

• Autistic moment (just for further understanding and to resolve possible questions about my writing)

• Journalism student at university (I'm close to a nervous breakdown🙂)

• I'm a big fan of twd and Daryl Dixon (obviously, yes) so you and I here will enjoy the company of this wonderful man (yes, I only like fictional men, no other way)

• I'm really just learning how to use Tumblr (it's important for me to say that again) and I really admire the design of other accounts, so hopefully I'll grow in that my profile will get better and more comfortable for us us!

Well, I don't have much more to say at this point. I mean, I'm just an ordinary young girl with no personal life and dreaming of a fictional man from the show, what else is there to tell? But maybe I'll update this post later if you're interested and I feel like sharing;)

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Now important information regarding this profile and my work!

• I plan to write mostly for female readers with a female anatomy, as it's closer and easier for me. But I don't mind the prospect of gender-neutral and male readers in the future!

• I'm currently writing a big paper on ao3 (the link will be below, as well as all the other necessary links, leaf to the end of the post to get it!)

• But I have to warn you, I don't plan on writing big pieces for Y/N just yet! My fanfic on ao3 is entirely about my OC, who has a spelled out past, appearance, character, and more (but it's still interesting, I promise)

• But don't worry, all the work here will be all about you, dear readers. In Y/N format without detailed descriptions of appearance or any specific character (that everyone could more or less match themselves with the character). Everything about Y/N will be mostly left to your taste and imagination ;)

• I'll mention again that English is not my first language! I mostly use a translator (with a bias towards American English), so there may be mistakes and inconsistencies. Feel free to correct me in the comments! If I use any phrases from my native language that are unclear due to being translated word-for-word (I mean, every language has such phrases and stable expressions), I will be sure to clarify for you the meaning of the speech abortion I used! I try to improve my English (also with the help of this blog), so I write in a way that the translator and readers can understand me, so I hope you will find it easy and comfortable to read me!

• You can send me your ideas and requests if you would like them written in my hand, I very much welcome this and would be delighted! All copyrights are reserved, I make sure to credit anyone and everyone whose material, including post ideas and queries, I use! It's important we stay ethical here, guys!

• I will try to appear here as often as possible, so hopefully we won't get lost;)

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Now it's time for the very important part: the rules of use!

• All my work, here and on ao3, is copyrighted!

• You can use my art as inspiration for your pieces, but be sure to tag me!

• If you want to share my art on other venues discuss it with me first! I do not authorize the copying and distribution of my art without my permission!

• I do not give permission to copy and distribute my creations to pass them off as your own without any mention of the real author!

• As for Daryl Dixon and other "The Walking Dead" characters: they are all entirely the property of the creators of the series. I am only responsible for MY OWN vision of the original characters of the series and signing them as part of the fanfiction!

Yes, it's gotten pretty long here, but please understand me. Don't think I'm a nerd, but the intellectual property part of legality is really important to me.

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Now as for the rules for reading this profile! It's pretty simple here.

• I'm completely open to constructive criticism, it is necessary. Therefore, be sure to write if you consider it necessary to correct me and of course express your opinion!

• But don't forget that your opinion shouldn't include: insults and aggressive forms of expression! No insults towards me, other readers and authors!

• My content may contain detailed descriptions of sexually explicit scenes and violence. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 DO NOT READ THIS PROFILE!

• No distribution of materials prohibited by law in the comments!

• I don't accept hatred based on sexual orientation, gender identity, race, nationality, etc. here. NO HATE!

Okay, we're finally done 🫠

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I'm happy to everyone and anyone here! I suggest you to lose yourself in the forest of my fantasies ;)

I will endeavor to provide a comfortable environment for all of us here. This profile is your safe space!

We have a lot of interesting things waiting for us, guys;)

Thanks for sticking around! Enjoy reading!

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[mediaevalmusereads]

Between Two Fires. By Christooher Buehlman. 2012.

Rating: 3.5/5 stars

Genre: horror, historical fiction

Series: N/A

Summary: The year is 1348. Thomas, a disgraced knight, has found a young girl alone in a dead Norman village. An orphan of the Black Death, and an almost unnerving picture of innocence, she tells Thomas that plague is only part of a larger cataclysm—that the fallen angels under Lucifer are rising in a second war on heaven, and that the world of men has fallen behind the lines of conflict.

Is it delirium or is it faith? She believes she has seen the angels of God. She believes the righteous dead speak to her in dreams. And now she has convinced the faithless Thomas to shepherd her across a depraved landscape to Avignon. There, she tells Thomas, she will fulfill her to confront the evil that has devastated the earth, and to restore to this betrayed, murderous knight the nobility and hope of salvation he long abandoned.

As hell unleashes its wrath, and as the true nature of the girl is revealed, Thomas will find himself on a macabre battleground of angels and demons, saints, and the risen dead, and in the midst of a desperate struggle for nothing less than the soul of man.

***Full review below.***

CONTENT WARNINGS: threat of rape, blood, violence, disturbing imagery, contagion/disease, antisemitism, animal cruelty/death, homophobia, misogynistic language

OVERVIEW: This book keeps popping up when I search for books set in the Middle Ages, so I said, "Fine! I'll read you!" I wasn't expecting much, especially since I'm incredibly picky when it comes to horror and historical fiction. But to my surprise, this book was more interesting than most stories I've read set in the middle ages. Though I can't rate it higher than 3.5 for personal taste reasons, I am still thinking about several scenes, so at the very least, it's memorable and different.

WRITING: Buehlman's writing is quite interesting. It does a good show balancing showing and telling, and it uses a lot of vivid, visceral descriptions that stay with the reader over time. It really did feel like I was reading the work of someone who cared about their craft, and even if you don't find this book to your liking, it's easy to say that Buehlman is purposeful with how he writes.

But to be fair, there are moments when the pace can feel slow or the story meandering, and there were some moments when I wasn't sure which character was being talked about. These don't necessarily ruin the entire reading experience, as I think on some level Buehlman was toying with pace and mood. It just made it a little difficult for me at times to understand who was doing what.

PLOT: The plot of this book follows Thomas, a disgraced knight in 14th century France who finds himself the companion of a strange girl during the height of the Black Plague. The girl, named Delphine, has a mysterious errand, and Thomas soon learns that she might be a binafide saint or agent of God.

I really enjoyed the religious themes in this story and the way Christianity was treated. Buehlman was careful not to treat the Church as wholly corrupt, though characters did criticize some aspects when necessary. It was a nice change of pace from books that portray medieval Christiany as solely oppressive or evil.

But by far the most compelling parts of this book were the supernatural encounters. Thomas and Delphine frequently encounter monsters on their journey, and every time, Buehlman paints such a disturbing and chilling picture that I kept thinking of the monsters for hours. In some ways, the episodes reminded me of a medieval romance, if a bit darker. But this book is horror, so.

My main complaints about the overall mood and plot, however, come from a place of personal annoyance. I'm very much not a fan of depictions of the middle ages as uniformly bleak, dirty, corrupt, and violent. Buehlman certainly does venture into this territory often, but then again, this is a horror novel with no claim to historical accuracy. Still, I could have done without the gritty misogyny and rape threats; the fact that Delphine is threatened with rape first thing almost made me put the book down.

TL;DR: Between Two Fires is certainly a memorable horror novel, featuring a number of scenes that feel like they've been inspired by medieval romance and Biblical lore. Though I wasn't a fan of some of the grittiness, I also understand this book wasn't trying to claim "historical accuracy." Thus, I think I would recommend this book more if you're a fan of gory horror (or even if you're a Dark Souls fan) than if you're a medieval history enthusiast.

CHARACTERS: Thomas, our protagonist, is a stereotype that will be well known to a lot of medieval fantasy readers. He's an outcast, gruff, irreverent, and very good at violence. In many ways, I felt like Thomas was an archetype more than a character; Buehlman tries to give him some depth by giving him a revenge (or justice) quest and creating a father-daughter relationship with Delphine. But in my opinion, Thomas doesn't dwell much on the injustice of his past, and he doesn't exactly have many emotionally weighty moments with Delphine where the two connect. It's not that there's nothing there, but I think more could have been done to develop that relationship.

Delphine, the mysterious girl with saintlike miracle powers, was kind of fun to watch. I liked that she was opposed to violence and challenged Thomas to stay his hand. She even verbally spars with him from time to time and can hold her own there. Since she wasn't a protagonist, I think there was just enough depth to her, but I do with more was done to show her deep emotional connection with Thomas.

Père Matthieu is a priest that Thomas and Delphine pick up along their way to Paris. Matthieu has a weakness for wine and harbors a lot of guilt for falling in love with a young man. Some of the way homosexuality was treated was better than I expected, but still wasn't great. I guess one could call it "period accurate," but I am one of those readers who doesn't want homophobia in my stories. Still, Matthieu was kind and likeable, and he was a good addition to the little traveling party.

There were numerous other characters, but I'm not going to evaluate them all. I will only say that I thought they were sufficiently complex for the roles they played, and they served their functions fine. The only thing I didn't like was when one or more of these characters would threaten rape or use misogynistic language.