#whimsey answers

[writingwhimsey]

Hi! For the writing prompt ask (if it is still open!) can I request Mitsuhide for “jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you” for a very spicy session? Thank you very much!!!

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy! Serving up some spicy and jealous Mitsuhide!

Smut is In the Air Event

Suitor: ikesen Mitsuhide

Prompt: "Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you."

NSFW 18+ content below

Envy Leads to Pleasure

I was doing some cleaning in the castle. I could feel my face fixed in frustration. “Hey lass, what’s going on?” Masamune asked.

“It’s nothing.” I replied.

“Could it have anything to do with a certain kitsune?” Masamune asked.

I sighed. “Can all of you tell what I’m thinking just because of my face?” I asked in frustration.

Masamune just grinned. “He’s been burying himself in work lately.” He said, stepping closer to me. “It’s a shame really. Should be a crime.”

“Huh?” I asked.

Masamune was getting very close. “Neglecting such a cute lover and letting her be lonely. The work we’re doing is important, but that doesn’t change the fact that you need attention too, lass.”

“I can’t complain.” I replied. “He makes time for me when he can.” Yes, I wished we could have more time together.

Masamune’s fingers soon found their way beneath my chin, turning my gaze to meet his one blue eye. A smirk came to his face. “You know, you could always take me as a lover. I wouldn’t let you be lonely like this.”

I felt my cheeks redden. “Uh…Masamune…” What was he thinking?! I lifted my hands to push against his chest, but Masamune wasn’t budging.

“I think that is quite enough from you.”

The next thing I knew, two familiar arms were wrapping around me from behind and pulling me out of Masamune’s grip. I turned my head to look up at my love. “Mitsuhide…”

Masamune grinned. “About time you show up.” He said. He then looked at me, giving me a wink… though could a guy with one eye technically wink?

“You touch her again and your eye won’t be the only thing you’re missing.” Mitsuhide warned, glaring at Masamune. He was then turning to me. “Come now little mouse, let’s go home.”

“Huh…o…kay.” I replied, feeling confused by what was going on.

Mitsuhide led me from Azuchi castle and to his own palace, his arm around my waist the entire time. His pace was hurried and his steps were clearly agitated. “Mitsuhide…?”

“I’ll explain when we get home.” Mitsuhide replied.

We soon reached Mitsuhide’s palace and he made a beeline for our room. As soon as he shut the door behind him, Mitsuhide was pushing me up against the wall and his lips were on mine in a hungry kiss.

“Mmmnh…Mitsu…hide…” I moaned between kisses.

“Have I been neglecting you?” Mitsuhide asked as he began to trail kisses down the side of my neck. His hands roaming over my curves and sending tingles of pleasure over my skin even through my clothes. “I have to make up for that.”

I was breathless as Mitsuhide began to delft undo the obi at my waist, my kimono spilling open. “Hmm, Mitsu…hide..” I moaned as I felt his tongue trace along the side of my neck. Slowly he began to kiss and lick along my collarbone. His long fingers roamed over my body, stroking me in my most sensitive of places.

He worked his way down the front of my body, his lips, teeth, and tongue leaving marks over my body. He reached my thighs, kissing over them before lifting and resting them on his shoulders and burying his face between my legs. That silver tongue stroked over my sensitive bud, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

“Hah…Mitsuhide!” I cried out as the waves of pleasure washed over me.

Mitsuhide’s tongue moved expertly over my heat, lapping at me before twisting and turning. I was sent over the edge as soon as he brought those long cool fingers into play, slipping two inside me and pumping and curling at the right moment, even as his tongue continued to twist over my clit.

I could feel my pleasure building with each stroke of his tongue and movement of his fingers. “Hgn…Mitsuhide!” I cried out as a powerful release hit me, my walls tightening around his fingers.

Mitsuhide continued his ministrations, drawing out my pleasure, until my body was coated in sweat. Slowly, he withdrew from me, licking his fingers clean before picking me up and carrying me over to our bed. Mitsuhide spent the next several hours, bringing me so much pleasure. He brought me to the pinnacle time after time, over and over again until I was a trembling mess in his arms.

I was panting as I came down from my pleasure high. “Mitsu…hide…”

Mitsuhide smiled at me, as he lifted a hand to stroke my cheek before peppering my face in kisses. “How are you feeling little mouse?” He asked, a grin on his face. 

My body was still trembling. “Good…very very good.” I replied.

“Good, now let me continue to make you feel even better…” He replied, slipping himself inside of me. “I know it seems like I’ve been neglecting you for work, but it’s only because I wanted to clear my schedule for you. I wanted to spend the next few days doing exactly this.”

I let out a moan, my body already dangerously close to overstimulation. “Mitsuhide…I…I wasn’t…”

“Shh, I know.” Mitsuhide replied, pressing a kiss to my lips. “Now, let me love you, little mouse.” His hand came beneath my chin, bringing my gaze to his. “Keep those beautiful eyes on me and only me.”

It was then that it hit me. Even though he knew I didn’t want anything from Masamune…he was still jealous. “Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.” I said, grinning at him.

“I have to erase every trace of any man who dares touch you from you.” He replied.

I smiled. “No one else matters to me.” I said, wrapping my arms around him. “I love you, Mitsuhide…only you.”

Mitsuhide’s cheeks seemed to be tinged pink. “As I love you, little mouse.” He was then capturing my lips in a heated kiss and continuing to bring me the pleasure that only he could.

Taglist: @zulablaise @tele86 @kisara-16

[moe-broey]

Gustav would probably bitch about Alfonse and Sharena trying to be retainers and that’s how you know it’s great and funny and I love them

Gustav rolling in his fucking grave for his eyes to snap open about it like

[piss-pumpkin]

🎃The Summerween special🩸

Douce amere chapter 12, Older!dipper pines x reader, ~3.8k words Prev Masterlist

The upstairs bathroom of the mystery shack had never looked so good. Clean, which was relatively unusual, and even more so, decorated with candles and flashlights. Almost midnight. 

Dipper lit the last of the candles, a small tea light, and placed it on the counter. “Alright, I think that’s all of them.” 

The counter was covered and lit, despite the overhead lights still being on. Mabel shined a flashlight under her chin, and waved her fingers in the air. “Looks perfect!” she exclaimed, nearly bouncing off the little stool she sat on. “If what I read online is true, she might grant us wishes!”

You looked up at her from where you sat on the floor, legs crossed. “What exactly did you read online?” you prodded. “Like where did you get the instructions for this?”

She puckered and popped her lips, “you know, a few places… and it’s not like Dip or Ford knew anything,” she shrugged, smile creeping onto her lips. “So if you think about, I’m the most knowledgeable person here on the subject.”

”That does not answer my question,” you said, folding your arms. 

Dipper leaned against the counter, “Yeah, I’m with Y/n on this one, I really think that if she’s real, not all the shitposts are accurate.”

”Hey, hey, my sources are trusted,” she claimed, shaking her head at his dismissal. “And if you don’t believe in the wishes, why are we even doing this?” 

Dipper paused for a moment, as if unsure she was even serious. “Dude, to find out what happens,” he said, as if it were obvious.

You smiled cheekily, “Yeah, plus, it’s Halloween, we need a little spooky time.” You looked around the brightly lit room, wincing a little bit, “or at least it will be when we start.”

”Summerween,” Dipper corrected absently. “Not Halloween.” As you rolled your eyes, Dipper squinted, and started to flip through his journal. “Speaking of, Summerween has literally no spiritual or historical significance, if this works it’s because Gravity Falls is crazy, not because of the day.”

Mabel’s face contorted, “then why are we doing it today?”

You threw your hand out to hit her on the leg, “If you’re gonna get murdered by Bloody Mary, wouldn’t you rather do it on a night of horror and whimsey, and not just like, some random Tuesday?” 

Mabel nodded along, “yeah, I guess.”

”What?” Dipper asked. He looked up from his journal with his brow furrowed, “None of us are gonna die.” He was still idly reading his journal, and tapped and prodded at the counter behind him looking for his pen. When he found it, he started to chew the back end in between jotting down notes. 

You shook your head with a smile, “well, yeah, duh, but if it comes down to it,” you trailed off, waving your hand in the air. You looked up at him. He looked down at you. You smiled, and his faux annoyance faded. 

“Well I guess if I had to get murdered by Bloody Mary,” he sighed, smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Mabel kicked him as she pumped her fist and legs in the air, “That’s the spirit, Bro!”

His annoyance came back as he recoiled his shin away from her feet, “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he said, glancing at the clock. “It’s almost midnight, we should turn off the lights.”

You stood, and started toward the switch. “What in the rules says it has to be midnight?” You asked, flicking it down. The room darkened everywhere but the mirror area, which stayed lit with burning the candles. 

The twins looked at you, then each other. When neither of them spoke, Dipper sighed. “Mabel, you looked up the ritual, why did we wait until midnight?” he sighed, head in his hand. 

She flipped her flashlight at him, and shrugged with pursed lips. 

“Turn that thing off,” you said, tapping her flashlight with your foot, “Only candle light, it’s spookier that way,” you said, wiggling your fingers.

Dipper scribbled something down in his journal, then set it and his pen down. He took one glance at his phone before shutting it off and pocketing it. “Okay, let’s start, we’ve got like a minute.”

You and Mabel gave a thumbs up, standing off to the side while he looked into the mirror with skeptical eyes. “You guys are standing way over there, huh,” he deadpanned, raising his brow at you and Mabel. 

You waved your hand in dismissal, “Dippy, don’t be scared,” you chided. You blew a kiss at him with a smile, “if she tries to get you, we’ll beat her off.”

Mabel snickered, “I mean, I’ll leave you two to that,” she said, earning a punch from you straight to the arm. 

Dipper waved his hands, “Okay, everyone shut up, it’s midnight, we’re doing the thing.” He sighed, looking at his reflection in the mirror, and started to speak. “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary,” he said, in a rather subdued voice. 

The room was silent. You waited a beat, then two. Then the light from Mabel’s phone drew your eye. She had open a Wikihow article. Great. 

She frantically whisper yelled at Dipper, “now you have to spin three times!” 

He sighed, quietly shouting right back, “that’s stupid,” before complying with her order, and spinning in a circle where he stood. 

Mabel cheekily scrolled through the wikihow article as the three of you waited for something to happen. Dipper pursed his lips, turning to you and Mabel, “I blame Ma-“

He stopped, and side eyed the mirror with puckered lips. Slowly, he opened his mouth again as he raised his hand to point at it. “Hey, wait a second,” he said curiously. Then all of a sudden he was leaning closer to the mirror, and squinting harder. 

You tapped your foot on the ground impatiently, crossing your arms. “Dip, Buddy,” you said, raising your eyebrows. “What’cha got there?” You could vaguely remember playing this exact prank on some friends as a kid, and Dipper was a worse actor. 

He turned toward you, and your eyes widened as you saw his wide smile. He pointed a finger gun at the mirror with one hand, and steadied himself on the counter with the other. He nearly laughed, “Guys, are you seeing this shi-“

Before he could finished, you and Mabel gasped, her hands flying up to point at her brother. Worse, before either of you could say anything, it was too late for a warning. In blink, something launched out of the mirror, and in a blur of black motion, even more obscured by the darkness in the room, attacked Dipper. 

It stuck to his head like a face-hugger, but with arms. Arms with hands that held tightly. Dipper struggled and moved and writhed, and tried to pull it off, groans and screams muffled. The dim light of the candles started to fade as he put them out with his flailing. 

Well shit. Suddenly you could think enough to tear your eyes away. Lights would be good. As Mabel screamed and pointed, you raced over to the switch, and illuminated the scene. 

Mabel was swatting away the creature, which looked a lot more like a person in the light. Its arms were still wrapped around Dippers head, and its legs pressed against his chest. A long mess of wet and dripping black hair obscured any face of hers. 

The more you looked, the worse it got. Your eyes skimmed over her sickly white skeleton thin limbs on your first look in the dark. And on that skeletal frame, a small white dress with… red stains. And dripping the same. Well fuck, that’s probably bad. 

In an instant Mabel punched it, coming at a side angle to avoid hurting Dipper. Maybe she’s learning. I should help, you thought, still staring. Yeah. Let’s do that. 

Without any semblance of a thought, much less a battle plan, you dove in. With quick step you lunged, grabbing for the creature. Or… the girl. Blindly, you wrapped your arms around her chilled torso, and pulled with all your momentum. 

Suddenly Dipper’s voice returned with a desperate gasp for breath, and then a stifled groan as Mabel punched him. 

You, on the other hand, were tumbling down to the floor at rapid speeds. The sounds of Mabel and Dipper faded away as you screamed, both at the terror in your arms, and your impending impact. At least the hair was covering her face. Your eyes squeezed shut, bracing for the fall. 

And all of a sudden the wind was knocked out of you, the creature folding under your chest. “Ugh,” you groaned. You pushed with shaky arms off the ground, opening your eyes reluctantly.

As you did, you locked gaze with red eyes above you. Shit. Sunken in and white cheeks contorted as it opened an unhinged jaw to hiss and shriek. Piercing. Your hands quickly released her to fly to your ears as you winced, kicking her off of her. The wood floor hit your back hard as you rolled away. In a ditch effort to do some damage, you threw your leg out to get another kick in as you rolled and she screamed. 

Your foot never landed though. Just as you tried, something was grabbing you by the arms. You jolted away, and whipped you head around with bated breath. 

Dipper. He was trying to pull you up. You looked at him with wide eyes for a moment before he tried again to get you on your feet. “Come on, you’ve gotta get up,” he said, shifting his arms under yours to pull you. 

Legs shaking, you managed. And looked up to see Mabel doing your job for you. With a jump and a battle cry, she soccer kicked bloody Mary’s face in. 

Dipper didn’t let go of you, and you were more than glad. His arms around your shoulder was so warm compared to the chill that came over the room when the creature let out her final shrill cry. She went limp on the ground, and your mouth fell open in small shock. 

You looked behind you at Dipper, who wore a very similar expression. 

Mabel turned around to you both with a wide smile, and a thumbs up. “How crazy was that?!” She said, beaming ear to ear. Her socks were specked with red from the creatures… mouth, eyes, nose… something. 

You pointed at her, eyes darting between Mabel and bloody Mary. “Dude, Mabes,” you started, brow furrowed. “D-did you fucking kill her?”

Mabel looked at the limp skeletal body on the ground near her feet. Then back at you. Then back at the body. She shrugged silently, lips in a blank smile.

Dipper stepped forward from behind you, and caught you eye with his worried expression. He pointed hesitantly to a detail you seemed to miss on first glance. “Uh, Mabel,” he spoke, voice level and controlled. “What’s happening there?” 

You followed his finger to her socks, and the red splatters adorning them. They were starting to move. They weren’t the only one. The body started to convulse. With jolting and jittery movement, she extended an arm, you heard a bone crack, and curled into a ball, hiding her bloody face. A small red pool was forming where her shaking body laid. And it was inching its way, almost deliberately toward Mabel. 

“Oh my god, Mabel, start moving,” you stated, not really an ask, waving arms at her, still just standing there.

She looked down, and face contorted. “Augh,” she exclaimed, jumping away from the blood. She slid her socks off with her feet, kicking them across the room as the blood overtook and enveloped them. She pointed at them very aggressively, “What the fuck is that?!”

Dipper grimaced, pursing his lips as he crossed his arms. “Yeah, you tell me, you were supposed to look up the ritual.”

”Shut up,” she said simply. She narrowed her eyes at him, “I prefer fucking around and finding out,” she snickered.

You stared with raised brow and dumbfounded expression, seemingly the only one who noticed that her now bare foot was… bloody. Mary’s body was shrivelling as the shaking started to slow, and the blood was still creeping over. And a few drops of blood must have seeped through the socks before she threw them. “Fuck around and find out, huh?” You asked. Rhetorical question. Because the answer was yes. 

The few drops started to grow. And started to seep in. Her skin started to red below the ankle, and it spread like mold in spots and streaks. 

Mabel looked down, “Oh shit.”

Dippers eyes widened, “ugh, gimme your phone,” he demanded, making his way toward his sister. “I need to see the instructions on the ritual you gave us,” he sighed, hand outstretched. 

Mabel’s eyes were wide and a shaky smile crossed her pale lips. Pale? That’s not good. Her face was losing colour as fast as her feet and hands were gaining it. Dippers face was cool and calm, but his eyes started trained on his palm rather than her. Easier that way. she gingerly handed him the phone, letting out an awkward laugh as she did. “The password is 80085,” she winced. 

Dipper sighed, rolling his eyes as he typed it in. He sucked a breath in through closed teeth, “Mabel, fucking wikihow?” He breathed with barred teeth. He waved his hand in the air, gesturing at the phone, “wikihow.” 

She shook her head, “what did you want me to do?” What’s wrong with wikihow?” She asked, pointing at him accusingly. 

You sighed, shaking your head. “Well it’s not very good, for one,” you said. “Secondly, this is not a productive use our of time right now,” you pointed at… Mabel, her whole condition. She was a rich blood red from the knees and the forearms to the tips of her fingers and toes, and ghostly white on her face and chest. “Mabel, you’re getting worse.”

You turned to the limp creature on the ground, who seemed smaller than before as she huddled into herself. Dipper seemed to have similar ideas, carefully sidestepping the blood pool creeping toward his sister as he went to investigate. He knelt before the body, and looked back to you before touching it.

You did you best to nod reassuringly, and shot him a thumbs up. He pursed his lips, smiling just slightly. 

Dipper poked the body, gently on head, on the wet and plastered hair. Nothing happened. You heard a faint grumble come from him as he wiped the finger on his pants. 

You scooted over to Mabel, who was emitting cold like an ajar freezer. Side eyeing her, you could see her breath escape her lips. The closer you stood to her the more goosebumps seemed to crawl their way up your arms. You did it anyway, nearly shoulder to shoulder with her as you both watched Dippers observations. If he wants to touch it, all him. 

Dipper moved to the shoulder, brushing away the blood wet hair with a grimace on his face. 

Ugh. You sighed, crossing your arms as you stepped away from Mabel. You knelt beside Dipper, nearly falling over as you refused to uncross your arms while you sat on your heels and balanced on the balls of your feet. 

He glanced over at you, “Are you gonna touch it?” he asked, brow raised and deadpan. 

You shots him a crooked smile and Mabel came and knelt beside you. “Mayhaps?” you offered with a shrug. Mabel nodded along, giving an encouraging thumbs up to her brother with blood red hands. 

Dipper stopped just short of touching the body, eyes locked on his sister. His brow furrowed and mouth hung ajar. “Mabel…” he started, squinting at her. “Mabel you should go see Ford, he might know what’s going on with you.”

”Uh, okay,” she said. Her voice was practically a whisper, almost echoing. But the bathroom wasn’t spacious enough for that. “Yeah, I’m looking kinda off,” she winced, staring at her pale ghostly face in the mirror. She was silent as she stood. Oddly so. The moving of her bones, skin or clothes made no sound, and you had to check to see if she was still beside you. 

And as she snuck off, with a stealth a predator would envy, the room felt a little warmer. You eyed the door she closed behind her. “I think you should text Ford to want him,” you said.

Dipper sighed, nodding as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Yep,” he affirmed, starting to type. 

You crossed your arms as you stared at the body at your feet. It was… gross. Her white silk dress was stained red all over. Definitely a good thing you couldn’t see her face. You looked at the body, stared and bit the inside of your cheek. “We should probably go see Mabel.”

                                             …

Mabel was screaming. The moment you stepped out of the elevator you blocked your ears to defend from her shrill cry. Tired down to a chair, thrashing with her blood red hands, and staring you and Dipper down with her now blood red eyes. Fords basement study was askew, with books knocked off of his desk, and a few pieces of shattered glass pushed to the corner of the room. 

Ford looked at the two of you with wide eyes and furrowed brow. He pointed aggressively at Mabel, not nothing trying to speak over the haunted telling and thrashing, silently asking what the fuck happened? 

You grimaced and looked at Dipper, whose eyes were wide as he stared at his sister. You waited a moment for him to speak, but he doesn’t. You sucked a breath in through your teeth and shouted, “Bloody Mary,” with hands cupped around your lips. 

Mabel started to squirm harder, fists balled as she tired to break free of her restraints. A closer examination enlightened you to the blood dripping from the corners of her mouth, dripping on bloodied clothes from blood red lips. You recoiled slightly, lightly grabbing the sleeve of Dippers sweater. Lucky you, he didn’t seem to notice. 

Ford was livid. He put his hands to his forehead and tiredly pushed back his hair. He gestured wildly at the two of you, and then to Mabel, and then back towards you. He shook his head. “Well, now we have to do an exorcism,” he said angrily.

You raised your brow and yelled across the room, “Those are real? Like they work?” 

Ford nodded gravely. Or maybe it was tiredly. “Yes, they work,” he sighed, gesturing for you to come closer and see his notes.  

You start to step, but there’s a pause. Not in the background noise, Mabel is still going strong, but in the conversation. Usually he’d have something to say by now. You glanced at Dipper beside you, whose eyes are fixed on his sister. It wasn’t hard to notice the way his lips were twitching, and tugged down in the corners. Other than that, completely stoic. And you knew him well enough to know that wasn’t right. Carefully, you tugged his sleeve. 

In a swift motion his head jerked to face you, mouth hung slightly open, and eyes widened as he saw you. “What?” He asked, seeming startled. You still cling to his sleeve, twiddling the fabric between your fingers.

Your voice soft, you nearly mumble, “exorcism.” You hoped he could read your lips through the noise. 

Despite he banging and assortment of odd sounds coming from Mabel, he seemed to have understood you, because he nodded, and finally saw Ford. 

The old man’s face was troubled. You probably weren’t looking amazing yourself, trying to avoid staring down Dipper to gauge his reactions. He came closer to the both of you for better speaking, and carefully explained what they had to. 

And the whole time it was done, your eyes kept wandering to Dipper, praying the clouded and distant look didn’t come back to him. But it always did. Subtle, soft, but so noticeable to you, and probably Ford. The way he twitched, on occasion, when Mabel resisted with a voice not her own. The shakiness of his hands when she thrashed. His furrowed brow and distressed eyes, even when it was done, and she was back and laughing about it. It all seemed to follow him, even as you went back upstairs, completely safe. 

Mabel joked with him, picking up on his manner. And it worked, for a time. He smiled, and you watched, perplexed. And then, her body’s energy, completely wasted by the angry spirit, she slept like a rock. 

And once again, in front of the lull of the TV, you watched it take hold of him. You were close together on the small couch. The hour was late, and despite everything, neither of you were sleep tired. More like bone tired, if anything. He was, at least. “So, are you alright?” You asked, finally. 

Dippers head turned, tipped, and toiled as his lips pursed. “I don’t like possession,” he managed, fingers running up and down the sleeve of his sweater. 

Your fingers seemed to scratch at your knuckles with a mind of their own. Ah. You glanced at him, the silhouette of his side profile. The TV running was suddenly in the background, whatever shitty reality show you were making fun of faded out. Like you couldn’t even hear it.  You nodded, lacking any worth while words. 

He let out a little nose laugh. “Yeah,” he snickered, shaking his head, “I know.” 

You sighed, shaking your arm behind him and wrapping  it around his waist, your hand gently crawling up his side. “Sucks,” you agree, pulling yourself closer to him and resting your head on his chest. You glanced up at him, seeing his soft smile. “But it’s over, at least.”

He carefully took your free hand in his, and kissed the top of your head as he spoke nearly into your hair. “It is.  I’m glad Ford got it done with quickly.” 

“Yeah, this didn’t really go according to plan,” you said, thumbing over his knuckles. 

He laughed softly, and you felt the air from his nose on your head. “Was there even a plan?” He asked, leaning into you. “I thought we were just fucking around to find out.”

You smiled, “well, yeah, but-“ you paused, thinking for a moment. “You know, I don’t think we planned for Mabel to…” you trailed off, shaking your head against his shirt as you chuckled. 

“She knows how to party,” he laughed. His grip on your hand tightened, and you looked up. Tired eyes. A little sad looking. His brow was furrowed as he looked aimlessly down at you. Past you. Through you? 

You huddled impossibly closer. “Over now. No more possession,” you said, throwing your legs across him like a seatbelt. Completely safe. 

“Yeah,” he murmured. He laughed silently through his nose, small smile returning to his lips. “Yeah.”

Next

Fun fact: I started writing this a little before Halloween and ended up finishing it in December. My procrastination is a menace. I’m doing it right now. I have math homework and a philosophy paper due tomorrow and I haven’t started either. Doing great btw (lie)

Another fun fact: me and some friends are gonna go into the woods and look for skinwalker a this weekend to prove to some friends that they aren’t real (real paranormal investigators?? Woah??) so if I stop uploading it’s cuz I’m dead

Taglist: @cipheress-to-k-pop @dead-esque

[the-kr8tor]

Cheshire cat Hobie! X Alice Reader!

Mischievous Hobie who enjoys to mislead you and see you take wrong turns as you up and down swear at him since this is the fourth time you're lost thanks to his directions.

Sometimes however, even if he doesn't leave you where you wanted he brings you to nice and calm spots. It's almost enough to melt your annoyance away....until he starts cracking up riddles.

He's always smiling in a slightly ominous manner, except if you cry. He immediately softens and wraps himself around you, holding you to him.

Shape shifting Hobie?? Probably. He can definitely become transparent though, he likes to scare you.

Alice Reader! Who if they truly genuinely get lost calls out for Hobie in distress. He always answers, even when you think he's not there he seemingly is.

Reader who's completely upset and hiccuping with sobs; "Hobie? Hobie if you're there I'm lost."

He seemingly appears out of thin air before you, gently wrapping his arms around you, so careful that it's as if he's treating you like a hurt bird.

"You're always lost dove, that's nothing new. Let me guide you to the door"

And he does, on very rare occasions like this he guides you back to where you need to go.

-🪦 can you tell I'm having a fantast kick rn?

Ooooohhh that sounds so cool!!

Cheshire cat is perfect for hobie! Like everytime he appears to you there's always something that's different to him and he always looks so good it's unfair!

Him appearing out of nowhere to annoy you 😂😂😂 also him being there with every step in your journey subtly guiding you (and sometimes being a nuisance) and he doesn't want to admit it but one call from you and he'll appear within a second 🥺

I love that you're having a fantasy kick!! I just love fantasy aus in general like the whimsey and all the 'rules' are thrown out of the window it's great!

[vacantgodling]

ROUND 1

9: Some wonder where happiness resides in a person: the heart or the brain. Many foolish people would answer the heart, but that’s a sure way for it to be broken—your happiness rests in your brain. You grasp at your happiness and you think of it, uncompromisingly. Even in the face of death you’ll face it with a laugh, because joy is the most powerful weapon of all. You are an expert wielder, and use it to shield your companions from the suffering and toil, but it is no hardship for you. You only wish to return to the days where all of you were laughing around a table at the bar, instead of braving it alone.

6: You have no love for this place, but hatred is a whimsical thing. You spin your web, you catch your bait, you feast—but only when the struggle is at its peak. To release yourself on those unexpecting your true nature is cruel, perhaps, but you like to think of it as a gift. Your arrogance will be the death of you, but until then, you lose yourself in your own manner of whimsey.

[fuzzydreamin]

Doing the Writer Bingo thing, considering myself tagged by @theartofblossoming because they said so

I got bingo twice!

Gonna tag @new-eyes-extra-colors @bokatan and @nukanaptime if yall haven't already done it - blank template is under the cut along with me talking about my answers and writing - feel free to ignore it if you want lol.

I don't actually have any of my fics public rn because I hid all of my old ones (they were HP and thats blech now), but I had... 13 fics, including a completed multichapter amongst a bunch of oneshots and abandoned starters, lol.

So I have had a Fanfiction.net account, but I never posted fic on there. I just read fic there. I also read fic on a bunch of other old sites that don't exist anymore and haven't for many years, but didn't have profiles on them. I don't even remember their names, I know some were primarily non-english sites that just happened to have some of their fics translated - some of the best fics honestly. I've only ever posted on Ao3 because it wasn't until I was basically done with highschool that I felt confident enough to write publicly.

Never had a wattpad phase. Never even read fics on it and I honestly click away if fic links lead there. I just don't like how it's set up.

My most popular oneshots were my two hard E rated smut fics, which rivaled by multi-chapter fic for a while but got overtaken by it while I wasn't looking, hah.

Some of the earliest writing I ever did was roleplay. I joined a Warrior Cats roleplay guild on the Neopets forum as a wee child. I didn't even know what Warriors was when I joined, I just wanted to play with cats. It introduced me to the series though, which became a big part of my life with reading and art. The roleplaying was fun for a bit but... well there were issues but I guess we were all kids. Didn't help that they were all American so I had to do weird hours to join events. I don't do a lot of roleplay overall, I've dipped my toes in again here and there but never anything dedicated. It's rather intimidating honestly.

I've never beta read anything or had a beta. I work entirely alone and prefer it that way. I just do it all myself and quadruple check everything and then freak out after posting and check again and again to pick up any small spelling mistakes that might've slipped past me.

Always been a nerd for researching. Sometimes I'll be researching something by my own whimsey and that'll become part of a fic after the fact, lol. I like when authors sprinkle in little bits of knowledge, and some of my favourite fics are ones that have me highlighting terms to look them up further.

I never actually had an outline for any of my old fics. I would just start typing up whatever came to mind at the time and post it when it felt ready. It's a miracle I finished a multichapter fic at all honestly. But I'd also be manic in my writing, being that I'd blast out one or even multiple chapters a day for a while and then randomly stop and not look at any of my fics for months or even years. I did begin to start fics with some outlines and collected thoughts later on, and I'm outlining so very much with my newer fic and not writing in a manic state anymore thanks to nearly a decade spent working on my mental health. I'm writing from a better place now, but I often look back at my old works and wonder if I haven't lost something over time due to the large break I took in creating, which is something that goes for my drawing too. Overall though I have a lot more hope for my future works being more planned/thought out and far superior to anything I've put out before - though I didn't get many complains on my old stuff, just a lot of very confused watchers who got overstuffed and then left in the lurch. Sorry.

The "anxiously waits for feedback" thing I think is something pretty much everyone feels when they put any work out there. I really get it with the immediate posting and having to double and triple check that I didn't misspell anything, or get something wrong, and that what I'm trying to say comes out clearly - as if people will point it out and laugh at me or something when I know they won't / haven't even had time to read it yet even though it's public. I've found it's best to just distance myself after posting and doing my doublecheck though, like just enjoying a game or an episode of something and trying to forget about it for a bit and avoid checking it too frequently. Like meditating, but with a distraction.

I have commissioned art for fics at least twice - but neither of the fics actually made it to the point were the art could be used. Oopsy. Was still fun getting the art.

So many unfinished and unpublished fics. I could probably complete that Danse/Butch smut oneshot I was doing back at new years...

"Editing and formatting is hell", I mean... I've mentioned my tendency to quadruple-billion-times check things twice now. This makes three.

Ideas in the middle of the night are the worst. I can't type shit out on my phone, it takes too long and I get frustrated (I'm also sleeping next to my partner and he'd question wtf I'm doing with a light on), and even if I try the ideas are already escaping like very agile moths. My condolence is that ideas that come when I'm half-asleep probably actually aren't that good anyway and just seem so to my sleep-addled self.

I don't need tea to write, but it definitely helps. That or an iced mocha. ... it's totally the effect of caffeine and sugar on the ADHD... I'll be bouncing up and down while I sit there but at least my fingers will be moving over the keys.

[eltristan]

People ask me or comment on my use of :-) in conversation, instead of the more emotionally-complex and artistically ubiquitous emoji -- and even though they might not care lol, my answer is that :-) is a tacit nod to my age, and, as a knee jerk reaction to the early 2000's Microsoft and AOL (MSN and AIM) trend to autoreplace with their proprietary keno-ball emojie-woogies... :-) has more whimsey.

[eatlikeadairyfarmer]

Hello Danny! What is the most mystical event that has happened in your life (not counting the invasion of the walkers)? Also, are your family/ you religious? A little off topic, but what are you and Andy's middle names? Thank you!

One time, I saw Momma kissin' Santa Claus! Heh- nah, my life ain't really filled with whimseys. Kinda borin'.

Andrew Terry St. John and Danny Roberts St. John. I'm not saying it's true but it's definitely an answer for ya.

[superchat]

Thoughts on the Honeyberry outfit? Correct answers only

in a roundabout way of answering i figured itd be good to compare her E2 art vs her outfit art!

so its important to note that the tail is very visible in BOTH which is a big plus on E2 art vs the outfit art, theres no sugar-gliders in the outfit art which is really saddening but it DOES have Honeyberry in it as well as really really tall buildings she can jump from, also her ears looks a little bigger in the outfit art, i really love her hood in the E2 art and shes got some whimsey in her pose 👍

so all in all, seeing as how her E2 art and her outfit art both has Honeyberry in them, im gonna have to give them 10/10

[writingwhimsey]

How about 13 with Napoleon? 🥺 Did i hear mating season?? 👀

Thank you for the request! This one was fun! Hope you're ready for some super spicy Napoleon who wants nothing more than to mate with you over and over again!

Smut is In the Air Event

Suitor: ikevamp Napoleon

Prompt: "Get back down here, we're not done yet."

NSFW 18+ content

Mating Season

I walked into Le Comte’s study. “Sebastian said you wanted to see me?” I asked as I stepped inside.

“Ah, yes, come have some tea with me, ma cherie.” Le Comte greeted me with a warm smile. “I just had something I wanted to discuss with you.”

“Oh?” I asked, sitting down in a chair opposite Comte as he poured tea for the two of us. “What is it?”

“Well…it’s more of a warning I feel I should give you.”

“A warning? About what? Has there been something happening in town?” I asked, worried.

“No, nothing like that.” Le Comte replied. “I just thought with spring being in the air, I should tell you about something that can happen to vampires, at least for those who have found someone they love.”

“Yes?”

“Sometimes…during spring after, finding a lover, some vampires…experience a…mating season if you will, during the spring.” Comte explained.

“Mating season?” I asked.

“Yes, female vampires will experience a, something like a heat and male vampires will go into …something like a rut. Experiencing very intense desires to be with the one they love and possibly conceive a child.”

“Are…are you saying this might happen with Napoleon?” I asked, my eyes going wide as my cheeks reddened.

“It’s possible, but the desire might not be as strong with a lesser vampire as it would be with a pureblood vampire.” Comte said. “But I thought you should know so you can be prepared.”

I nodded. “Thank you, Comte.” I replied.

Comte and I chatted a few more moments before I was returning to my chores. My mind couldn’t help but to wander to my conversation with Comte. Nor could I stop myself from thinking what it might be like if Napoleon did experience this rut, mating season thing. We had been discussing the possibility of having children recently…and if he really wanted to and had such an intense desire…could I ever really resist? I don’t think I could.

I found myself in the room Napoleon and I shared, putting away the days laundry and changing the sheets. I was bent over the bed, smoothing out the sheets when I felt two strong, familiar arms wrap around my waist. He pulled me closer and I felt his nose nuzzling against my neck.

“Napoleon…”

“Mmmm…nunuche, you…smell extra sweet today.” He breathed into my ear.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. Was this what Comte was talking about. “Oh? I haven’t done anything special.” I replied.

“No, new perfume?” Napoleon asked, sliding his nose along my neck as he breathed in my scent.

“N-no…”

“Then…it must be you, nunuche.” He said, placing a kiss on the side of my neck. “It’s quite an intoxicating scent.”

“N-Napoleon…” I gasped as yet another delightful shiver made its way down my spine. “I-I need to…finish up my…work for the day.” 

“Mmm…you can always get back to that later, nunuche.” Napoleon replied, his voice practically a purr in my ear. His hand moved to undo the top few buttons of my shirt. He was then opening my collar so that he could place nibbling kisses along the side of my neck and shoulder. “I can’t possibly think of letting you go right now.”

“Mmm…ngh…” I moaned with each kiss. “W-what can…you think of doing then?” I asked, my voice coming out raspier than I intended.

“Mmm…you.” Napoleon answered. “I can’t help myself…all I want to do is make love to you…and perhaps…get you pregnant…I can’t help but to think you would be even more beautiful carrying a baby we made together…”

His hand was slipping inside my open shirt then, moving to fondle my breasts even as his lips continued their sweet attack on my neck and shoulder. It seemed he was being affected by the mating season Comte had warned me about…but my mind was starting to become hazy and all I could think about was Napoleon’s hands and lips on me and how much I wanted him. Besides… he was the man I loved…I did want children with him…and he did make it sound rather nice…

His other hand slid down my thigh and then up under my skirt. He pushed my panties aside and then slid his fingers to stroke my sensitive bud. “Ahn…N-Napoleon…” I moaned as I found myself grinding myself into his hand, seeking further stimulation.

“Mmm…you’re already so wet for me.” He murmured in my ear as he moved his fingers back further to slide into my slick heat. “You want me as much as I want you.”

“Yes…Napoleon…yes…please…” I found myself begging, wanting him to fill me and pound me into the mattress.

“Then who am I to say no?” Napoleon said before bending me back over the bed and lifting my skirt. He ripped my panties off and then I heard him unbuckling his pants and then they were hitting the floor. I didn’t have anymore time to think before I felt him slipping inside me.

“Ahn…yes!” I moaned at the feeling.

Napoleon began to thrust, leaning down over me, continuing to kiss me even as he tore my blouse off, allowing him to plant kisses over my back. “You’re…so beautiful…and you feel so good…” He murmured against my skin between thrusts. 

“Mmmnn…yes…ah…Napoleon…” I moaned as I felt that white hot heat building up inside me, winding tight like a coil before finally snapping and sending me over the edge.

Napoleon soon joined me in release, spilling inside me.

I had just started to catch my breath when Napoleon suddenly flipped me over onto my back. He practically tore off the rest of his clothes and mine before throwing my ankles up over his shoulders. I was moaning as he once again slid inside me and began to pound me into the bed,

Again and again, we changed positions as his hands mapped my body and his lips lavished me in affection. Both of us finding release multiple times. I had honestly lost count. I had just rolled over, from having ridden him, lying on my back and panting as I tried to catch my breath.

Napoleon leaned over and kissed my shoulder delicately. “Mmm, I love you.” He murmured.

I smiled. “I love you, too.” I was then turning to look out the window, taking note of the position of the sun. “Oh…it’s getting late. I should go finish my chores…” I had started to get up, but Napoleon grabbed me by the wrist.

I turned to look at him, a questioning look on my face. “Napoleon?”

“Where do you think you’re going, nunuche?” He asked, a devilish grin on his face.

“What…”

“Get back down here, we’re not done yet.” Napoleon said as he tugged on my wrist and pulled me back into bed, his hands moving to my hips and bringing them to meet his own so that he was once again sliding inside me.

“Mmm…Nap-Napoleon…” I moaned. It appeared my emperor wouldn’t be letting me go for at least the rest of the day…chores could always be done later…tomorrow perhaps…or maybe the day after…I might not be able to walk tomorrow.

[disastrouscanasta]

C, F, and H for ask game <33

C: What character do you identify with most?

Honestly this is the hardest question to answer ever. But after plenty of consideration and consulting my friend, I have decided to go with George Luz, because he’s the one I find myself writing the most in luztoye fics specifically, this is due to a) i too have experience living around disability and in luztoye that’s… yk it’s sort of part of them naturally. b) I think I’m funny <3 (I am not) and c) I too am annoying and talk through films <3

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

I lied. THIS is the hardest question to answer. Well, I was gonna put something heartfelt and/or deep but I’m in the midst of the world’s most ridiculous webgott fluff fic. Where they are on a cruise. That’s it, that’s the plot. As such here is part of a scene set at a fun little bar:

**

“This is incredible.” Joe said. His voice was tight with the kind of childlike wonder that he didn’t think was physically possible. The last time he’d been so happy over something like this, he’d been in the 6th grade.

(He’d been bet by a friend to do something stupid. He didn’t even remember what he’d done to get the five bucks, but he’d done it. And 12-year-old Joe Liebgott had used that hard earned money to buy not one, not two but an entire box full of Hostess Twinkies. He’d scarfed them down all by himself, sitting on the curb outside the 7-Eleven.)

“It… sure is something.” David said, eyeing his own drink with not nearly enough whimsey.

“This is the something, Web. The best thing in existence. Mister Señor Frog should be the next big icon. Who doesn’t want this much alcohol?”

“Señor means mister.”

“I know that, jackass. I just respect him that much.”

**

I’m proud of it because I think it’s funny (see question 1,,, I’m still not funny)

H: How would you describe your style?

“Gay and intimidate” - @krakerjaksstuff

She also says that I have a grasp of character’s voices

[jrwiyuri]

ForgaLorga's Celestia is just chaotic and turns anyone into an alicorn. She even accidentally turned Luna into an alicorn.

Love that.

[this-ismydesign]

✌️

Send “✌️” for two words my muse would describe yours as.  || Accepting

“Provocative and... appetent.”

[canary3d-obsessed]

Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 34

(Masterpost) (Pinboard)  

Warning! Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Dog Days

We jump right into some comic relief, in which Wei Wuxian runs away from Fairy, Jin Ling's dog, and Lan Wangji protects him. Wei Wuxian's terror of dogs comes from trauma, like so many features of his personality, but the show takes this opportunity to play it for laughs, with broad comedic acting from both of our leads. This is tonally jarring for me, because I know fuck-all about the very long and deep literary traditions that create the framework of comedy in Chinese drama.  I’m confident that it’s not jarring for its intended audience.

In any case, I love that CQL and all versions of MDZS constantly leaven the heavy stuff with moments of ridiculousness and whimsey. The mix goes both ways; under the absurdity is often something serious. In this moment, we see that when Wei Wuxian is viscerally afraid, he calls for Lan Wangji to save him, and Lan Wangji immediately does.

Afterwards Wei Wuxian briefly looks at Lan Wangji like this:

He is SO gone for Lan Wangji.

Then they go to talk to the art seller, to try to get some information about weird things happening in town. He claims to know everything, and tells Wei Wuxian about the man eating bunker on the ridge.

The seller does not, alas, know all that much, and Wei Wuxian roasts him for being useless while Lan Wangji half-smirks in the background.

He is so gone for Wei Wuxian.

(more after the cut!)

Wei Wuxian learns about the decline of the Nie clan under its current leader, Nie Huaisang, who has been acting like a dumbass as part of his “not getting murdered” campaign. 

Underneath the Bunker

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian talk about the new state of things while they walk through the woods to the man-eating crypt. I love the way they walk together here; Lan Wangji perfectly vertical and steady, all Yang in his white robes; Wei Wuxian swaying, sinuous, all Yin in his black ones.

Fairy barks in the distance and Wei Wuxian freaks out, grabbing Lan Wangji, but he doesn't want to answer when Lan Wangji asks him why.  Lan Wangji doesn't press for an answer, but Wei Wuxian immediately relents and gives him one anyway, and explains about being homeless and fighting with dogs for food when he was a kid. 

From there he jumps to thinking about Jin Ling and Jiang Cheng and how they hate him, and kind of collapses into being bummed out. Lan Wangji doesn't say anything, but listens and lets Wei Wuxian have a moment to get back into a better headspace.

This is a new dynamic for them; normally Wei Wuxian doesn't let his guard down enough to talk about his difficulties, and previously Lan Wangji didn't miss an opportunity to try to tell Wei Wuxian what to do.

More barking and grabby hands ensue, with Wei Wuxian clinging to Lan Wangji an unreasonable amount, and Lan Wangji rolling with it because being grabbed by Wei Wuxian is his favorite thing, even better than catching Wei Ying when he faints. 

At least, it's his favorite thing right now because they haven't progressed to blow jobs yet.

Blow jobs, you say...

They find the crypt, which is full of resentful energy and bad skeleton props. 

Wei Wuxian, in his new life, has retained his ability to hear resentful spirits yelling in his head. That's awesome for him and for Lan Wangji, who super missed getting to be paralyzed with fear for his beloved.

Wei Wuxian pulls out his compass of evil, which Lan Wangji apparently kept and has given back to him. As if you need a compass to find evil in this joint.

Surprise! It's in the room with all the coffins! (Wu Xie, poking his head in from Daomu Biji: Let's open them, what could go wrong?)

They open up the coffins and find blades in all of them, so Lan Wangji goes to play Inquiry to see what's up. We learn more about inquiry as Lan Wangji tries to get an answer from whatever spirit is in the place. 

He also takes an opportunity to be amusingly literal with Wei Wuxian, in a possible callback to that time when Wei Wuxian introduced him to Suibian. He earns praise and some obvious elevator eyes as a reward for his joke. 

Unlike that time in the ice cave, Lan Wangji doesn’t mind a bit when Wei Wuxian hops up to sit next to the guqin while he plays it.

And for this, he is rewarded with Wei Wuxian’s undivided attention. See, Lan Wangji? Letting neuroatypical kids sit the way they want enhances their learning. 

We discover that Lan Wangji is, unsurprisingly, a mensch when it comes to inquiry; he says the spirit can't lie because “I am here.” 

They figure out that the spirit is Jin Ling who is...not dead? Inquiry apparently works on living beings as well? Eh, whatever.

For The Love Of God, Montresor

They follow the instructions from Inquiry to find Jin Ling and dig him out of the wall.  

Camera Operator: What did I ever do to you?

This wall doesn't have any mortar in it, which is good since it needs to be easy for people to bury themselves in it. After Jin Ling got sucked into the wall, did he put the stones back? 

Anyway, 1500 years ago, folks in China developed a strong mortar by mixing slaked limestone with sticky rice soup. The Nie clan can't be bothered with that, though.

Apparently being buried and deprived of oxygen for a super long time doesn't kill you if you're a cultivator, given that Jin Ling has been in this wall for quite a while. 

Here we get another look at older, warmer Lan Wangji, who is a natural caretaker, kind to young people, and doesn't object to touching people, at least not if they need help or are in some way related to Wei Wuxian. 

He pulls Jin Ling into his lap immediately and starts feeding him spiritual energy while Wei Wuxian casually grabs Bichen and uses its hilt to dig out more of the wall. If this seems like a disrespectful way to treat Bichen, never, ever read the extra chapters of the novel.  Lan Wangji doesn’t blink at Wei Wuxian borrowing his sword. 

While Wei Wuxian takes a minute to try to understand what he's feeling in the weird energies of the place, Jin Ling hops up and tries to stick himself back into the wall. Persistent little guy. They haul Jin Ling out of there and see that Nie Huaisang a mysterious someone is lurking outside.

Lan Wangji is super reluctant to leave Wei Wuxian's side, hesitating until Wei Wuxian emphatically says he will meet him in town. 

Then he goes to chase Nie Huaisang the mysterious intruder, who easily escapes from world’s greatest cultivator Hanguang-Jun, which is...not plausible.

Cursed Reunion

Back at the Inn, Jin Ling wakes up while Wei Wuxian is checking his chest for signs of a curse, and flips out because Mo Xuanyu is taking off his clothes and (unbeknownst to Wei Wuxian) has a reputation as a sex pest. 

Jin Ling goes running off while Wei Wuxian is distracted by a flashback of Jiang Yanli. Wei Wuxian follows him, only to run into Fairy and Jiang Cheng. This time, Lan Wangji isn't there to help out, because he's busy filming Day Day Up gazing at the moon and thinking about Wei Wuxian.  

Jiang Cheng makes Wei Wuxian remove his mask, and the reunion gets rolling. The music cue for this is the extra sad, falling-off-cliffs music.

Jiang Cheng decides to torment Wei Wuxian with Fairy while they yell at each other, and this time Wei Wuxian’s fear is not played for laughs. 

This Wei Wuxian to have a flashback to a time he was chased by an adorable friendly dog a scary dog, and rescued by Jiang Yanli. He calls out "Shijie" and Jiang Cheng gets even more pissed off. 

He starts to talk a little smack about Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian instantly claps back, and it just escalates form there.

Jiang Cheng has plenty of valid reasons to be angry; Wei Wuxian's loss of control did lead to Jin Zixuan's death and to a lot of the shitshow at Nightless City. It doesn't matter that there was a second flute; if I'm in charge of the firewall and I don't actually have a firewall, it's my fault if hackers take over my company servers and/or fierce corpses.  

But he is apparently mad that Wei Wuxian didn't come to Lotus Pier immediately upon returning from death. 

You know, the death that Jiang Cheng kind of directly caused. Not to be confused with the death Jiang Cheng has been dishing out to random demonic cultivators since then, and encouraging Jin Ling to dish out. He's got a hell of a nerve to expect Wei Wuxian to voluntarily come anywhere near him.

On the flip side, when Jiang Cheng, reasonably, wants to know where Wen Ning is, Wei Wuxian stupidly wonders why Jiang Cheng still hates Wen Ning. Wei Wuxian asks what more he wants from them, both of them having died already. Like, if you do a clean reboot, everything should be good, right?

But Jiang Cheng wanted to kill Wen Ning even before the whole spine-crushing incident, so there's no reason he should have changed his plan in the intervening years. Wei Wuxian tries to get him to think about why Wen Ning isn't dead, but Jiang Cheng is too angry.

Jin Ling shows up to tell him he thinks he knows where Wen Ning is, which is just bullshit to lure Jiang Cheng. He tells him that he didn't say anything earlier because Jiang Cheng was being too much of a bitch. Jiang Cheng bristles and Wei Wuxian gives Jin Ling the sweetest, most loving look. 

He’s already starting to adore Jin Ling, with all his flaws, in the same way he adored a younger Jiang Cheng with all of *his* flaws.

Jiang Cheng ties Wei Wuxian up with Zidian and cleverly puts his rebellious teenager in charge of watching his silver-tongued brother.

Jin Ling, comfortable with command, at least where Jiang disciples are concerned, tells all the guards to fuck off.  He calls Zidian to his hand, which speaks to the closeness of his relationship with his Jiujiu. Jiang Cheng certainly couldn't wield Zidian while his Mom was still around. Then Jin Ling takes Wei Wuxian out of town again to let him go.

Let’s Dip

I like their synchronized sneaking; it makes me want to see them have more adventures together.

Out in the woods, Wei Wuxian, who once named a sword "Whatever," roasts Jin Ling for his dog-naming methods. They talk about Jiang Cheng's obsession with catching Wei Wuxian, which makes him think everyone is Wei Wuxian. Which in turn makes Jin Ling think that the dude in front of him is not actually Wei Wuxian. 

Then Wei Wuxian talks to Jin Ling about the importance of learning to say thank you and sorry.

He follows this up by saying sorry for his comments at Dafan mountain. Jin Ling reacts like nobody has ever sincerely apologized to him in his life, which is very possible, considering that Jiang Cheng is not exactly the apologizing type, and everything Jin Guangyao says is insincere. 

Jin Ling talks about his ambitions and Wei Wuxian nods approvingly, which is sweet, but he follows it up by knocking Jin Ling out so he can take care of the curse on his leg. This family, man. So rough. Wei Wuxian takes care of the curse, predictably, by transferring it to his own body. I'm sure Lan Wangji won't be upset about that.

Soundtrack: Underneath the Bunker by R.E.M

Writing Prompt: Jiang Cheng trying to apologize for anything, to anyone, and making an utter hash of it.

[just-a-little-silly]

Whimsey…

*Aru smiles, nudging her boss’s shoulder slightly*

Hey, if they make you happy, I’m happy. And look at me, I got an answer out of my boss!

*she grins proudly,*

I thought you’d never tell me about your special person.

She’s one to talk. She never talks about who she likes (a certain ninja)

Arundhati (or Aru for short): *holds out a box of sweets* Hey boss, care for some?

Thank you, Arundhati. *He takes the box* I'll have these with my medicine.

[sammy-writes-sometimes]

Bloom

Note: This fic was inspired off of a fic written by the lovely @simplydm! ^w^

Word Count: 335

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'Maybe planting that seed wasn't a good idea.' Bdubs thought to himself one day as he forced his eyes away from the twisted tree. 'Maybe I should’ve listened.'

It had been rather stupid, and extremely obvious. The book that still stood on the pedestal in his basement, a harsh warning written into it but without a stated consequence. Just a warning on a page, nothing else.

He was sure that even normal people, those that didn't have ability tied to nature at least, could see and feel the wrongness that came from the Tree of Whimsey.

Its bark was stone-like, it spoke to him in hushed tones that contained many voices, and it always seemed to smell of death and rot.

Yet he still listened anyway. Or ignored warnings. Even as it drained him bit by bit, piece by piece, eating away at his soul.

'You let me in. You let me grow.' It whispered to him. 'You let me feast. You let me control you.'

The dryad had come to hate his magic, his ability to speak with flora herself, it only seemed to make the tree louder, hungrier, crueler.

He wanted it to stop, for the tree to leave him alone and let him rest and just do something other than staring at it with barely subdued rage. It controlled him, it wouldn’t let itself be burned or cut or injured in any way. That tree was more alive than any plant he’d ever dealt with

“What are you?” Bdubs asked aloud when no one watched him.

It fell silent in that way trees always do when they think, like the old dark oaks that created shade in the shopping district.

‘I am the Tree of Whimsey.’ It answered simply

Then it began again, the slow taunting as Bdubs turned to his monolith. That relentless taunting, going on and on, endless with it’s many voices that echoed in his ears and seemingly no one else's.

‘You are my puppet, I am a god.’