#wow i didn't think I'd be using a tag for asks..

[lyriane]

god I really want Truthless recluse and The sage of truth to bond and get closer. Like I want Truthless to slowly but surely let down his walls and allow Sage of truth to befriend him.

Them becoming debate buddies maybe even more than that perhaps 👀

Me too! The Bond Story left a lot to interpretation, but Truthless Recluse and Sage of Truth still inherently have the same core aspect as their canon counterparts. With Shadow Milk always spreading Deceit/Truth and Pure Vanilla always protecting everyone from Deceit/Truth. I can see them bonding much more faster than canon shadowvanilla though...

Writing-wise, I truly do want to write Truthless Recluse and Sage of Truth bonding and being happy together! But it will still take some time. I want to be able to genuinely portray both SoT and TR's struggles over becoming friends. They have a lot of baggage to unpack, the costume trailer is quite interesting don't you think so? 🤭 And that's just being friends,,, more than that would take, much, much longer.

... I might write canon shadowvanilla only after I've gotten a good grasp writing smilk and pv's personalities.,,

[thingswhatareawesome]

so i will say that the way tumblr redid the ui to make checking your different blogs (under account) is way, way easier for me now. so i'm actually checking my activity feed pretty consistently, something i didn't used to do.

which means that if someone comments something shitty on a thing they reblog from me, i'm now gonna see it and know to block them.

[sailortongue]

Lima Bean

pairing: kenji sato x reader

summary: kenji makes his intentions clear and a certain reporter is a little too committed to his job

an: ik the title is kinda dumb but bear with me i have an idea (title is still subject to change if the idea falls through). also tags are being kind of silly and I don't know how to get them to act right so if you asked to be tagged but didn't get notified I swear I tried 😭

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“I’m pregnant.”

Those two words changed Kenji’s entire demeanor in seconds. His face dropped and his jaw hung open in complete disbelief. “. . . Are you sure?” He asked. 

“Positive test, missed period, morning sickness,” you listed off. “I’m going to make an OBGYN appointment anyway just to be 100% sure, but so far yeah I’m pretty sure.”

“Ah,” was all he could say in response, his mind both blank and racing at the same time. Had he really not used protection? Was he that drunk? He tried to think back to that night, but all he could seem to remember was a flash of you under him and his lips on your neck. His face immediately flushed scarlet. 

“Are you angry?” You asked, noticing the rapid shift in his complexion. 

He rushed to deny your assumption. “No! No, nothing like that. I'm just . . . not sure what to make of this.”

“I know how you feel,” you said wryly. “Just thought you should know, I guess.” You shrugged your shoulders, feeling almost hollow inside with the knowledge that your life was about to undergo a drastic change.

“I appreciate it, thank you. If you don’t mind, uh,” he hesitated, searching for the right words. “I'd like to be present. To be a father.” He thought back to when he took care of Emi and how much he came to love her. He was confident in his ability to take care of his own biological child, even if these weren’t the circumstances in which he imagined he’d have one. 

You looked at him as if you were meeting him for the very first time, entirely taken aback by his willingness to step up. Truthfully you'd expected him to deny any responsibility, but there he was, asking to raise the baby alongside you—to step up to the metaphorical plate and be a dad. “Really? And you’re not going to leave at the first inconvenience?”

“No. You have my word on that.” His expression was one of utmost sincerity. “I want to be a dad. Granted, this isn’t how I expected it,” he laughed awkwardly, “but it’s how it happened, and I won't run away from it.”

You gave him a soft smile. “I'll be honest, I didn't expect you to be so noble.”

“Thought I’d tell you to get rid of it or just throw a check at you to never contact me again? I understand the concern, but I want to be there every step of the way.”

“Then, would you like to come with me for my appointment? I haven’t scheduled it yet but . . .” you trailed off, realizing you were asking a very busy man to take time out of his day to accompany you to a doctor's appointment. “Unless of course you’re busy or don’t want to,” you added quickly.

He laughed at how flustered you’d gotten. “I'll be there. No matter the weather, practice, or a game, I will be there. That’s my kid you’ve got in there after all,” he said with a broad grin on his face as he pointed to your abdomen. “And that takes priority over everything else.”

“Wow. You’re smitten with something that’s probably the size of a lima bean right now,” you teased.

“Woah now, that’s our lima bean and I’m going to be the best dad a bean could wish for,” he asserted, imagining teaching his future son or daughter to play baseball with him or helping with homework, even what it would be like to do his daughter’s hair, or perhaps teaching his son how to tie a tie.

He was snapped from his thoughts when you slid your phone towards him from across the table, the screen displaying a new contact. “If we're going to be coparenting we should have each other's numbers.”

He picked up the device to input his number and then checked his own phone. He showed you the screen, a message from your own number displayed there. 

It was only when he handed your phone back to you that you noticed how late it had already become. “Oh wow, I didn’t realize the time. I didn't mean to keep you so late,” you apologized. 

“No no, it’s fine. I'm glad you, or, Ami, I guess, insisted we have this conversation in person. Think if I had been told over text I’d still be sitting on the couch reading it over and over again,” he laughed. 

“That was how I felt looking at the test. It didn’t feel real.” You had a smile that mirrored his own, and you couldn’t believe how fortunate you were that Kenji wasn’t the douche you expected he’d be when he found out. Quite the opposite, to your pleasant surprise.

“Do you need a ride back home?” He asked earnestly, not quite ready to say bye. After all, you hadn’t  allowed him the chance the last time you had met. 

You shook your head as you stood from the table. “No, I drove here, but thanks anyway. I guess I'll keep in touch?”

He hummed in affirmation, standing from his chair, his impressive height towering over you. He gestured for you to walk first, following close behind you, his hand lightly pressed to your lower back as he walked with you to your car. While the two of you were wishing each other good night, another patron of the cafe was typing furiously into his phone, notifying his boss that he had just overheard the sport's world's juiciest scandal in months.

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The first thing you did the following day was schedule an appointment with an obstetrician. There had been a recent cancellation so you were able to get a slot in just a few days. You sent Kenji a text to notify him when and where, a small part of you looking forward to seeing him again. He responded quickly, saying he would definitely be there. 

When the day came, he called you to ask if you wanted to go together, rather than take two cars. You agreed and told him your address, choosing to wait for him inside due to the biting cold of December. When you heard a car pull up, you exited your home, and it took all of your willpower not to gawk at his car, which was probably worth more than your entire house. You saw the driver's door begin to open, and he stepped out, breathtakingly handsome as usual. He pushed his sunglasses on top of his head and waved, greeting you with a jovial “Morning!”

“Good morning, Kenji,” you returned, a smile gracing your features. 

As you approached the car, he slid back into the driver's seat and looked over at you, taking in the sight of the mother of his future child. He'd lain awake all night, playing with the idea over and over in his mind. He was really going to be a dad. How different could it be to raise a human baby if he’d already done so with a 20-foot-tall kaiju baby?

You noticed his gaze in your peripheral vision, but as you turned to look at him he snapped his attention forward and made himself busy with inputting the name of the doctor’s office you’d given him into the GPS. 

The ride was filled with pleasant small talk, asking each other how you had been since last time, basically avoiding the elephant in the room and talking about everything except the new life between you. After parking, he made sure to open the door to the office for you and entered after you, a rush of cold air enveloping you as you approached the front desk. You confirmed your appointment with the receptionist, and she directed the two of you to sit in the waiting room and told you your name would be called when the doctor was ready. 

As you were waiting, you noticed Kenji’s leg bouncing up and down rapidly, showing his nerves despite it not even being his appointment. You took the opportunity that had presented itself and placed your hand atop his knee. He looked over at you, his brown eyes wide and his lips pressed into a thin line. “You can wait in the car if you’d prefer—“

“No!” He all but shouted, refusing to let you believe for even one second that he would run out. “I said I would be here for you and I will,” he said adamantly, placing his hand over yours where it was still on his knee and squeezing tightly, a physical reassurance that we was staying put. 

“y/n l/n.” You heard your name called.  You and Kenji stood together, his hand not releasing yours. Instead, he rubbed calming circles on the skin as you were escorted into the patient rooms, though you weren’t entirely sure if it was meant to ease his nerves or yours. Either way, it was a sweet gesture.

-❀-

The gel was cold as it was spread across your exposed skin, sending shivers up your spine. A grainy black and white image showed up on the screen, and the doctor pointed to a small grey object depicted on it, surrounded by a sea of black. “This,” she started, “is the fetus.” You looked at the screen in awe before glancing over at Kenji. He was seated in a chair against the wall, his elbows braced on his knees as he leaned forward, his attention rapt on the screen and his lips open in a small “o” shape. 

The doctor chuckled at your amazed reactions. “Excited to be parents?” She asked.

You don’t think Kenji even heard her, so you answered. “To be totally honest, this was unexpected, but I think we can make it work. Kenji here made it very clear that he wants to be a dad.”

“That's wonderful to hear. Well, looking at the scan I'd say you’re about 7 weeks along and you can expect to welcome the baby around August 11. 

Kenji was practically bubbling as you each took your seats in the car, and he kept stealing glances at your tummy even if you weren’t showing any visible change yet. 

-❀-

These past few days of tailing the nation's sweetheart baseball player were so worth it, thought the man sitting in his car while browsing through the photos of Kenji Sato and a woman he’d never been seen with before entering and leaving an OBGYN facility together. Interesting. Very interesting. With those photos there was no denying that Kenji Sato, baseball heartthrob, was a soon-to-be father.

-❀-

Kenji put the car in park in your driveway. You made to get out of the car until he exclaimed “Wait!” You re-situated yourself on the seat, angling yourself towards him. He seemed almost at war with himself, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to actually say what had prompted him to stop you from leaving. “Would you, uh,” he faltered, chuckling awkwardly. “Would you like to go on a date with me?” He gave you a hopeful look. 

Heat flushed across your face and ears, and you beamed at him. “Doing things way out of order aren’t we?” You joked. 

He laughed mirthfully as well. “Way out of order,” he agreed. “So, was that a yes? To go out?”

“Yes, that was a yes,” you giggled, finding his eagerness endearingly sweet.

He nodded his head. “Ok. Ok, great. Are you free this Saturday? I'll pick you up?”

“I’ll see you then,” you agreed cheerfully, and, deciding to take another risk since you were doing things all out of order anyway, you leaned over and placed a quick peck against his cheek before hopping out of the car and waving goodbye. He continued to wait in the car until he saw you safely enter your home, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest and his face crimson red, one hand placed lightly against where your lips had touched his skin. 

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[landograndprix]

「Feel the magic ๛ l.n」

part vii

✧.* you've finally secured your well deserved p1 after months of suffering with red bull and while you celebrate it the right way, love is in the air and everybody sees it now.

✧.* when i think about my muppets i think about this song, should i make like a playlist of songs that remind me of this fic, give y'all the vibes ive been having? 👀 spelling mistakes add character, don't mind them 🥰 this is a psa for the people who wanted to be on my taglist but never got tagged, i didn't forget or ignore you, I simply am unable to tag you and therefore removed you from the list feel free to ask me again so I can take a look at it. Taglist is open Love ya ❤️

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y/nusername I'd like to thank my parents— p1 baby!🏆

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y/nloveee yes baaaaabbyyyyy 🤩🤩

norrizz one big fat fuck you to red bull!

adam_norris_pure_electric amazing race, amazing driver!🥇

carlandooo oh my gosh, I'm dead, Adam out here supporting his future daughter in law 😭

norry4 stop it 😭

ricky78 bring it home y/n!

natewhite this girls good, she should try racing in f1..

carlossainz55 well deserved! 🔥

chilisainz wish I had a supportive ex boyfriend 💀

y/nlandooo we're so back with our 1-2!

yourmomsuser super proud of you! 🥰

milouberger back where you belong!

hamilt44n girl, shut up..as if you didn't try to push her off the track halfway..🤨

redbullgirl come back please, perez is a joke 😢

landonorris that's my girlfriend 😍

bott_ass we were aware 😂

landonorris you got any plans tonight? wanna celebrate?

landosmclaren HOWLING ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED

maxfewtrell mega race 🙌

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norrizz honestly such a power couple!!

sharl16 oh they in love love huh?

bott_ass not the after sex selfie 😭

bananaclerc I was looking for this comment 😭

y/nlando y/n's finally showing more of her and lando on here 🥺

mrsnorris 🤮 get someone your own age 🤮

cecilemoulin I just know y'all were late because you've been watching tiktok's in bed all morning..

y/nusername Cecile thirst trap edits go hard

carlandooo y'all think y/n finally realised she likes this man? Seemed pretty one sided to me for a hot minute 😂

ceciley/n I think Cecile said in an interview that THEY aren't used to dating younger dudes and that she felt out of place for the first few weeks..pretty sure she meant herself and y/n 😉

carlandooo CECILE IS DATING SOMEONE?

ceciley/n yeah..max fewtrell? Girl where have you been? 😂

carlandooo under a fucking rock apparently! Wow, these girls really said young, cute and british? Yes ma'am 🥰 so real of them

ceciley/n a couple of besties dating another couple of besties 😂

hamilt44n where are Carlos and Pierre now? You think they gave up? :')

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[edennill-archived]

Browsing the #Maglor Fëanorion tag

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This track is honestly such a mood

#my go to background music for when I'm missing home #maglor fëanorion #music tag

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I'd love it if Maglor haters didn't clog the tag though 😡

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He's literally a kinslayer

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No one asked your opinion.

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I couldn't be more indifferent to him but there are "#anti -" tags for a reason guys.

#just through a quick search I found #anti maglor fëanorion #20k members #maglor is a kinslayer #7k members #anti-maglor #1.8k members #and there has to be more

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My outlandish crack theory no one asked for:

Maglor Fëanorion is Caranthir and the Ambarussat in a trenchcoat. Wait, listen - I've got semi-reasonable arguments for that one lol.

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#This is all ignoring that I've actually met him #let's say they hired an actor xd #maglor fëanorion

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I honestly can't believe how many of you pay lip service to justice and respect and political correctness and then turn around and listen to maglor fëanorion . you are aware you're popularising kinslayers, right? and don't care it's actively harmful?

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he literally uses quenya in half his songs girl

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[postmortemlatte]

Oh? Lily released a new "Work of Fiction"? Let me see...

Oh boy...

Hi, I'm something of a writer myself. Let's look over this garbage really quick.

Mmm, I love slop! Can't wait!

To start, AO3 content warnings. Really sets the mood, doesn't it Lily? Tells you what to expect to. Since AO3 trash is all you ever wrote we can already tell returning fans to be excited, since you never deviated.

"Don't move" was hyped by Lily Orchard in a couple livestreams, before we ever saw it. She called it this serious work of horror fiction that will eat at your psyche and honestly, had I not known better, I'd think we finally have a contender to Steven King.

What did we get?

Well, we got a tiny little cope post with nothing of substance, disguised as a creative work.

Let's see .. implied incest? Oh, so now it's IMPLIED. Wow, are you growing subtle, Lils?

No you're not.

Yes, the characters are siblings again. Why? Well. It's pretty easy to see. For one, that's all Lily ever wrote in her life. And for Two.. that's just her BITCHING ABOUT COURTNEY AGAIN.

This lines up with both the ages of Lily and Courtney at the time of the alleged assault and with Lily not transitioning yet. Couple that with her whining that Courntey told her nobody would believe her.

Honestly,I didn't need to go this far into the text. Tags say implied assault and the piece begins with this

This is so obviously cope with all the shit she already said on tumblr, twitch, and YouTube both in the dedicated section of the dedicated video and in many other unrelated ones, because she can't keep her mouth shut for a single second.

But let's get that out of the way. This is a creative work to be judged on its own basis and merits. How does it hold up?

It doesn't.

I'll be honest the repetition of the phrase "Don't Move" was pretty intriguing at first glance. But even this one thing lead us to a cliff.

What is this supposed to mean? Is the sister going to assault the guy for just brushing hair out of her face? Overkill, if you ask me. I usually just slap at people's hands when they touch me without consent, but consent is not in consideration for any of your works, so you do you.

Honestly, the entire thing is written with the same mindset an introductory message of a chatbot AI with a kind of narrative would be

The same vignettes of ideas and flashbacks and little bit of set up. The reason that works for them is it just that. An intro, a set up for whatever you're about to do.

THIS is SUPPOSED to be a COMPLETE work. And because of that it's just empty. There's no story. There's no meaning. It's just vagueposting about shit we always knew about Lily. Trying to paint Courtney in a bad light again to seem pitiful.

This is nothing.

It's not creative, it's not art. But at LEAST it's fiction.

Unfortunately, one has to wonder about how badly Lily handles trauma if this were true and is only giving you more reason to believe Courtney, because it's so clear that Lily wrote this with one hand. And I hope to all that is holy that she washed the other one.

[zhuoyichenpretty]

ep 24 commentary (brain fried edition)

my head is a little empty after ep 24 tbh!! brain is not braining after all the zyc hurt no comfort (-:

some scattered thoughts here and there, painstakingly corralled like cats out of my vacuous brain and into a list (spoilers):

ZYZ is really emo this episode poor dude like he is having a hard time keeping it together it seems. Every other word out of his mouth is depressing as shit, which is saying a lot considering how depressing he usually is already (': I kind of wanted this episode to pick his brain more, give him room to emote in the aftermath of all that. But it almost feels like the character refuses to be alone, like he might spiral if he has too much time to get in his own head. I'm still so curious to know, though, what he thinks about the state of their promise in light of how far ZYC went trying to save him. “He has us,” ZYZ said to WX. When the time comes, I wonder how he'll reconcile that with what he’s asked of ZYC.

PSJ and Ying Lei bonding! shenanigans! I did laugh thank you guys. Also, not that the team didn't operate separately before, but I really get a sense of how much ZYC held things together with how apparent his absence is. It's obvs heartwarming seeing how hard everyone is working to save him (PSJ especially for me bc I love their mutual tacit trust and respect and all the ways they're alike and different), but ultimately it's still so angsty (':

Kind of love the couple instances where ZYC has been referred to as fragile/weak/of delicate constitution (depending on how you wanna translate it) like that's a very interesting quality to assign to basically the tank of your team. Even if the comments are made facetiously, it just reminds me of how often we witness his mortality, and of course how everything about the styling, aesthetics, and content of the flashbacks to his childhood reinforce a characterization of vulnerability at the very heart of him. I saw someone mention how the Cloud Light Sword responded to ZYC's tears and to that vulnerability rather than brute strength, and I totally agree. I love how this "fragile" characterization plays into the whole fate weapon deal. ZYC's strength is (imo) unconventional, and it is his sensitivity, his compassion, and his deep capacity to feel that the sword acknowledges, resonates with, and empowers. Almost like it protects his tender heart rather than making it something he needs to overcome to get stronger.

One thing I will never get over is how incredibly they styled TJR as baby!Yichen, adult ZYC, and Bingyi. What do you mean this is all from one drama and not three separate productions. Insane. I'm out of my mind with how gorgeous every change in costuming is.

A tangential note is I've seen people mention (paraphrasing very much here) ZYZ's demon form being nicely subtle in its eerie inhumanity and tbh I have a similar feeling even just about human adult ZYC imo. Especially when his hair is down and he's got that thick eyeliner on and we get a close up of his contacts, if you told me from the start that he's half-demon half-human or something I'd believe it. Along the same vein, baby!Yichen reads completely human to me, and Bingyi of course completely demon. Something something the Cloud Light Sword bridges the gap something. This point is unintelligible and not narratively based but I had to make it because I've been thinking "wow ZYC elven" for days now.

Saw a tag about yuanyi getting us through some dark times but man they are PUTTING me through some dark times rn help?/

Been trying to put off talking about the baby Yichen scenes because wow I cried immediately. Well, no, I was like "yay! I love seeing baby Yichen!" and then they crushed me into demon dust lol. And then WX had to tell that absolutely precious story about when she got sick and ZYZ had to go like "actually ZYC was probably lonely as fuck" and yeah that's fine I didn't need my heart anyway.

Ending on this point so I can put a pretty screencap here: There is so much gravity to just the short scene of Bingyi removing his mask and dropping to his knees with that anguished and fatigued expression. TJR's acting is the gift that keeps on giving (me angst).

so sorry if anything here didn't make sense, i currently have the same thousand-mile-stare as Bingyi the more i think about how this all might end and how long I'm gonna have to wait to find out.

[bunnakit]

my stand in ep 4 thoughts, feelings, etc

WOW WA WE WAA THAT SURE WAS AN EPISODE HUH - happy to report i went back through the episode slowly this week and took notes and really tried to gather everything i wanted to say (but i will inevitably forget something)

🌸 ok disclaimers because i have a lot of them for this particular episode 🌸

i'm just a silly guy on the internet, i'm not an expert in mental health, psychology, body language, whatever. most days i can't even take care of myself. i'm just saying things recreationally.

PLEASE do not put novel spoilers in my replies, reblogs, or tags without a warning notice. i've got an itchy blocking finger for it these days.

i am treating ming and joe and everyone involved in this show as if they were real life human beings. ming was not born some mustache twirling villain sent from hell to make joe miserable. joe is not some pure angel descended from the clouds to do no wrong. everyone in this show exhibits very human behavior and that can be distressing under certain circumstances. i'm just going to comment on them as humans. i'm not interested in a round table discussion on why a character is irredeemable, the scum of the earth, etc. i'm just putting my thoughts out there and you can take them or leave them.

🌸 alright yucky disclaimer time over 🌸

the episode really just picks us back up where everything left off - and yet joe still made ming breakfast, and ming isn't stupid (well right now at least,) he knows something is off.

i am confused why tong needs to get married on this specific day. and like bro how fast are you getting married? relax. the whole thing is just unstoppable force (trajectory of this producers career) meets immovable object (tong's fuckass stubbornness) and the collateral damage is massive.

and then there's the question of did joe ever want to play a lead? or did he let his impulsiveness and hurt put a target on his back? (only emphasized by the fact that everyone assumed joe would turn down the role)

i DO apologize for all my doubt surrounding wut. he, ja, and may are the only people in this show with any god damn sense. maybe jojo and yim. we'll see.

getting into the confrontation at joe's work, i really don't think it's that surprising when we keep in mind ming genuinely has no fucking clue what is going on. all he knows is joe woke up, was acting weird, didn't come home, and then told him to pack up his shit and leave with ZERO explanation. like, joe's completely in the right, but i'd also be confused as fuck. (i wouldn't go to someone's work about it but, y'know, we know ming acts in extremes.)

and to me this is where it really became obvious that joe has always been able to overpower ming, to get away from him, as we have seen joe's physical prowess, we've seen what he's capable of, but he never uses his body to move ming away from him - that's not who joe is, he's not someone that would put his hands on another person like that. it's just another way ming and joe are the direct antithesis of each other.

it's my thought that the argument escalates because ming is used to getting everything he wants - except for tong, and now joe. when joe begins to push him away and deny him his substitution for tong i think ming lashes out in his hurt with a thought of "it's happening again, why doesn't anyone want me?"

i will say while i do believe sol has good intentions for the most part his white knighting is getting a little irksome. while convenient, it just shows how much he's still hovering and laying in wait for a chance with joe - he, too, is not respecting joe's wishes. no is a complete sentence, sol.

and then things continue back at home and joe finally, finally throws ming's words back at him: if i'm so terrible to be with, if you're so great, why are you wasting your time with me?

and ming doesn't have an answer. what ming DOES have is another back embrace, arms wrapped around joe as he asks "don't you love me anymore?" but is he asking joe or tong?

"although i'm not as good as tong" even now joe's rampant self worth issues are still at play but at least he finally knows he's worth more than whatever this is.

then the phone rings and to me, ming looks skittish. he looks shaken. he's never seen joe so angry and he's scared and as the call progresses that fear morphs into rage when sol calls joe. and the thing is, regardless of who played the main role, ming was never going to be happy. it was either going to be joe or tong playing opposite sol and neither of those things would have been acceptable.

and then i said, out loud, in my quiet office: OH! and promptly lost my shit in the group chat.

ming doesn't look wholly present after his act of violence. his face is vacant, like he isn't completely seeing or grasping what he's just done. i get the impression that ming isn't mentally well; stress and fear and anger have a way of making people do really fucking stupid things and as these things happen you risk falling into the sunk cost fallacy - you've already gone this far, you can't stop now - which all aligns with the obsessive behavior we've seen from ming in the past.

as joe wakes up and they talk once again joe doesn't blame ming, he blames himself for not seeing the writing on the walls even though it was written in invisible ink.

"all these times we were together did you ever love me?"

"you can't tell?"

again, so much of the blame and emotional responsibility of their situationship is put on joe and ming refuses to communicate any of his feelings, perhaps because he doesn't know how to after repressing everything for so long.

WE DIDN'T GET HOT KINKY CHAINED UP SEX THOUGH, WHY DOES GOD HATE ME SPECIFICALLY

but the way joe looks at ming as they linger there in the wake of joe's request looks like a goodbye, the way his eyes soak in every detail of ming's face. despite all of this and the nightmare it has turned into he did love ming, perhaps still does, and he does have some of those good memories he was so desperate to keep.

though like.. joe.... maybe we could consider a different career path??? instead of just jumping to risking our lives? like sure food service sucks, cashiering sucks, etc. but you aren't in danger of falling off any cliffs, you know? and let's be real, he could just go into modeling with those looks.

it's my impression that when ming calls joe he looks haggard, like he's lost numerous nights of sleep (and we really don't know how much time has passed) but either way it does seem like he's at least done some amount of reflecting. his voice comes across soft, subdued, and sincere.

and after everything, back in the present, we see ming. he's still in the apartment, desperately calling joe's name all these years later, still unable to sleep and waiting for joe to come home just like he asked him to years ago.

maybe ming never wanted to enter the entertainment industry before, but he has now. perhaps it was never for the attention or the money, maybe he chose to promote those watches because it was a reminder of the gift from joe. and maybe this job, in this specific industry, is the closest he can feel to joe now. and maybe with new influence and connections ming can find out why he was never able to tell joe he loved him before he lost him.

WHO KNOWS, NOT ME, CAN'T WAIT TO FIND OUT THO

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Villain's Coffee Shop part 34

Warnings: rough recovery, bedbound villain

Hero couldn't help the small smile that quirked her lips. That sounded a lot more like the Villain she was used to.

She left to give him a few hours of rest before it was time to give him the next dose of painkillers. Mocha was curled up by his neck when she came back and got the medications ready.

Villain groaned when she gently shook his shoulder to wake him and give him the new injections. He winced when the needle slid into his arm, peering dizzily up at Hero's face. He wasn't looking too good, his face deathly pale..

"How long until you think I'll be able to walk again?" He asked hoarsely.

"When I took you to the hospital the doctor there said it could be months," Hero admitted grimly.

"I don't have that kind of time," Villain sighed heavily. "Especially if Superhero finds me like this to finish me off -- I wouldn't be able to defend myself."

"Maybe we could just try talking to him and get his side of the sto--"

"NO!" Villain shouted hoarsely, and Hero was taken aback by the pure terror that darted across his face. "What will it take to convince you that Superhero isn't your friend?!? Look what he did to me!" He broke off into a bout of wheezing coughs.

"You're right," Hero quickly said, face wrinkling. "Sorry. My mind still compulsively wants to fawn over and believe in the best of him. It's a hard habit to shake."

That seemed to calm Villain down a little. "Has... Has he tried calling you yet since you left?" He asked in a small voice.

Hero shook her head. "I didn't have my phone on me when Mocha got me out. And I haven't been back to the Agency to retrieve it ever since. I've been... kind of too busy saving your life."

Villain heaved a sigh, breath rattling in his lungs. He hesitated, looking like he wanted to say something, and Hero waited patiently for him to find his voice.

"I... actually might have someone I can call to help me," he said cautiously, tone guarded. "They have healing superpowers that accelerates regeneration tenfold. Miracle-worker type. It's the only way I'll be able to function without waiting months to years to physically recover. They could heal me in a day."

Hero's eyes widened. "Why didn't you mention that sooner? That is a perfect idea, and it'll save you a lot of pain too."

Villain didn't look ecstatic about it like she would have expected. "Because... it comes with a hefty price tag," he said slowly. "The person I am referring to does nothing for free. But... I think it's the only workable option. Hard as it is to admit, I'm virtually useless in this state of health. I need my body back -- I need to be able to walk and fight again before Superhero finds me."

Hero tilted her head to the side. "Sounds sketchy, but if you're sure this person can help..."

Villain's gaze darted to a table on the other side of the room. "In that case grab my phone -- password is 'M-U-R-D-E-R'."

Hero gave him a sharp glare as she went and snatched up his phone. "That's seriously your password?"

"I'm a villain. What do you expect?"

"Fair enough..."

Villain guided her to his phone numbers, and to a contact saved as 'anonymous enemy', and Hero hit the call button, letting the phone ring.

"Can you just... set the phone down on speaker and leave for a few minutes while I make the call?" Villain croaked weakly. "I... have to do some negotiating... and I'd rather you not be present to hear my offer."

Hero narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "How would you stop me from sticking around if I say no?"

"...I can't," Villain said flatly, voice monotone. "You know that. Stop being a jerk and weaponizing my current state of weakness. If you won't let me do this alone I'm not making the call. You might as well hang up now before they even pick up. I'll take the long road to recovery instead."

"Wow, it's that serious, eh? You'd rather suffer for months than let me overhear your conversation?" Hero teased playfully, but Villain didn't laugh or smile.

"Yes. It is. It's a devil's bargain, and it is my choice the price I will pay for my contact's help. Knowing you, you'd try to do some sort of self-sacrificing offer and screw things up. I don't want you getting involved in this one."

Hero's gut sank. "What exactly are you offering? You're making it sound like it has some serious value behind it with some sort of grave consequences."

"That's for me to know and you to never find out," Villain muttered. They stared at each other in charged silence, until the phone was answered.

“What do you want?” A grouchy voice snapped.

“Hero. Please. Just let me handle this,” Villain hissed quietly.

Hero hesitated, but eventually caved, setting the phone down on the couch next to Villain’s head.

“If you really think it'll help,” she whispered. “I sure hope you know what you're doing.” She trudged out of the room right as Villain finally began speaking to whoever mystery person he was calling for help.

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[idaisyy]

Tag , you’re in - a cmpunk x oc enimies to lovers

-chapter 49

As they got on the road, Daisy's stomach growled loudly, and Punk raised an eyebrow at her.

"Jesus, you starving or something?"

"Kinda," Daisy admitted, glancing at the clock. "We should stop somewhere. I need actual food, not just gas station snacks."

Punk grumbled, but he wasn't about to argue—his stomach was empty too. "Fine. There's a diner up ahead. That work?"

A few minutes later, they pulled into a small, old-school diner with neon signs flickering in the windows. It wasn't anything fancy, just the kind of place you stopped at in the middle of a long drive.

As soon as they sat down in a booth, Daisy looked around, then gasped dramatically.

"Oh my God."

Punk, who had just picked up the menu, gave her a look. "What?"

She grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. "This is our first date."

Punk scoffed. "What? No, it's not."

"Yes, it is!" Daisy leaned across the table. "Think about it. We're out at a restaurant, just the two of us, getting dinner. That's a date, Punk."

He shook his head, smirking. "It's food. We're eating food. That's not a date, that's survival."

"No, no, this totally counts." Daisy sat back, folding her arms. "I can't believe our first date is at some random-ass diner off the highway."

Punk rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his amused smile. "You're ridiculous."

"And you're in denial," she shot back.

The waitress came over before Punk could argue, asking for their order. After they both got burgers and fries, Daisy kept the teasing going.

"Wow, my first date with CM Punk," she mused, pretending to be in awe. "Didn't think it would happen at a place with sticky menus, but hey, I'll take what I can get."

Punk laughed, shaking his head. "You're really running with this, huh?"

"Mmhmm," she hummed, picking up a fry from the basket on the table. "I'll even let you pay since you're the guy. Real old-fashioned, you know?"

"Yeah, right," Punk scoffed. "You're paying. Consider it payback for making me sit through that stupid quiz today."

Daisy grinned. "Oh, come on. You loved that quiz."

Punk leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table. His voice dropped just a little, teasing but steady. "I loved proving you wrong."

Daisy felt her breath hitch for half a second.

They stared at each other for a beat too long, and suddenly, the joke didn't feel like such a joke anymore.

But before she could respond, their food arrived, and Punk smirked, picking up his burger like nothing happened.

Daisy shook her head, exhaling. "Fine. If you're not calling this a date, then I guess that means I get to pick where our real first date is."

Punk just raised an eyebrow. "Who said there was gonna be one?"

Daisy smirked right back. "You didn't say no."

Punk chuckled, shaking his head again as they dug into their food.

Maybe this wasn't technically a date.

But it sure as hell felt like one.

Daisy excused herself to go to the bathroom, half because she needed to pee and the other half because she needed to let out all the butterflies she was feeling

Daisy pushed open the bathroom door, still drying her hands on a napkin, only to stop short when she saw Punk standing there, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed.

She blinked. "Uh... what are you doing?"

Punk shrugged. "Waiting for you."

Her eyebrows shot up. "Like I'm a damn child who can't find my way back to the table?"

"Well, you do get distracted easily," he teased, smirking. "Figured you might wander off, start making friends with the kitchen staff or something."

Daisy rolled her eyes, stuffing the napkin into her pocket. "Please. I was gone for, like, two minutes. You afraid I ditched you or something?"

Punk scoffed. "Yeah, because I'd be devastated if you left me to eat in peace."

Daisy gave him a playful shove as she walked past him. "Then why were you waiting?"

Punk followed her back toward their booth, shrugging like it was nothing. "Just makin' sure nobody tried anything."

That made her pause for half a second. "You think someone's gonna jump me in a diner bathroom?"

"You never know," Punk said, and while his tone was casual, there was something underlying it—something protective.

Daisy glanced up at him, the teasing edge in her voice softening. "That's kinda sweet."

Punk made a face. "Take that back."

She grinned. "Nope, too late. You care about me."

"I do not."

"You so do."

Punk rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath as they slid back into their seats.

Daisy smirked, picking up her drink. "I mean, first you pay attention to everything about me, then you call me your girl on live TV, and now you're waiting outside the bathroom for me? You're, like, one step away from carrying my purse while I shop."

"Okay, now you're pushing it."

She giggled, stirring her straw around in her drink. "I dunno, Punk. Kinda seems like you're my boyfriend now."

Punk huffed, grabbing a fry off his plate and popping it into his mouth. "Jesus Christ."

Daisy just grinned, fully enjoying watching him squirm.

The waiter dropped the check on the table, and before Daisy could even reach for it, Punk was already sliding his card on top.

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so now you're paying?" She pulled her wallet out anyway. "I thought you said I had to pay since this wasn't a date."

Punk shot her a look, amused but slightly exasperated. "You really thought I was for real about making you pay?"

Daisy narrowed her eyes. "I dunno, you say a lot of asshole things and mean, like... 70% of them."

Punk smirked. "Good thing this is part of the 30% then."

She leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms. "So what, now you are calling it a date?"

Punk shrugged, acting nonchalant. "Call it whatever you want, princess. Either way, I'm not letting you pay."

Daisy squinted at him. "You really don't want to admit this is a date, huh?"

"Nope," Punk said, popping another fry into his mouth. "But nice try."

Daisy huffed but couldn't help the small smile tugging at her lips. Even if he wouldn't say it, she knew the truth—Punk wasn't just being nice. He was taking care of her. And honestly? That meant more than some corny label ever could.

Once they are back on the road , Daisy hadn't let 10 mins go by without letting out one form or another of a complaint about how badly her feet were hurting her

Daisy let out another dramatic sigh, stretching her legs out as she slumped in her seat. "God, my feet are killing me."

Punk gripped the steering wheel tighter, already annoyed. "Jesus, you don't shut up, do you?"

"No, I don't," Daisy shot back, rubbing her foot against her other leg, trying to ease the ache. "Seriously, I think I'm dying."

Punk rolled his eyes. "You're not dying, you're just annoying."

"Well, my feet feel like they're falling off, so maybe I am."

Punk groaned, shaking his head as he kept his eyes on the road. "God, you're such a pain in my ass." But then, before she could even process what was happening, he reached over, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her feet into his lap.

Daisy blinked in shock. "What are you—"

Punk didn't say a word, just started rubbing his thumbs into the arch of her foot, kneading out the tension.

Her mouth snapped shut. He was... actually good at this. His hands were rough, strong, but somehow, his touch was firm and careful at the same time.

She melted back against the seat. "Oh my god."

Punk smirked, still focused on the road. "That shut you up real quick."

Daisy groaned as he pressed into a particularly sore spot. "Shut up, I'm having a moment."

Punk chuckled but kept working on her feet, and Daisy, for once, actually let herself enjoy it.

At some point, the exhaustion caught up to Daisy, and between the steady motion of the car and Punk's surprisingly skilled hands, she drifted off.

She didn't know how long she'd been asleep, but what woke her wasn't the car stopping—it was something soft against her skin. Warm. A little rough.

She stirred, blinking her eyes open, and felt a press of lips against her ankle.

"Wake up, princess. We're at the hotel."

Daisy's heart stuttered in her chest. She lifted her head groggily, staring down at him. He was still in the driver's seat, one hand lazily resting on the wheel while the other held her foot in his lap. His lips hovered close, and when he noticed her watching, he smirked.

"You drool every time you sleep, by the way," he added, smug as ever.

Daisy groaned, covering her face. "Shut up."

Punk chuckled, giving her ankle one last squeeze before finally letting her go. "C'mon, let's get inside before you pass out again."

Daisy sat up, still feeling the ghost of his lips on her skin. She wasn't sure what was happening between them anymore, but she didn't have the energy to figure it out right now. All she knew was that Punk had just kissed her, in the softest way possible, and she had absolutely no idea what to do about it.

As soon as they got into the hotel room, Punk kicked the door shut behind them and grabbed Daisy's wrist, spinning her around and pinning her against the wall. His hands were already roaming over her body, his breath hot against her ear.

"You have no idea how bad I want you right now," he muttered, his voice rough and strained.

Daisy let out a breathless laugh. "Punk—"

"No, seriously," he interrupted, pulling back just enough to look at her. His pupils were blown wide with hunger. "I've been thinking about you for the last two hours while you were knocked out in the car. Couldn't stop picturing you in my lap, riding me like you did last night."

Her stomach flipped at his words, heat creeping up her neck. But before she could respond, he was kissing her again, his hands gripping her hips, pressing her tighter against him.

She managed to push him back slightly, her fingers resting on his chest. "We can't."

Punk's brow furrowed, his jaw clenching. "What do you mean, we can't?"

She hesitated for a second before sighing. "I'm on my period."

For a moment, Punk just stared at her. Then, without missing a beat, he scoffed. "And? You think I care about that?"

Daisy blinked. "What?"

He exhaled, tilting his head at her like she'd just said something ridiculous. "Daisy, I'm a grown man. A little blood isn't an issue for me."

She couldn't help but laugh. "Punk, we're both 26. You say that like you're so much older."

He rolled his eyes. "That's not the point. The point is, if you're okay with it, I still want you. Bad."

Daisy bit her lip, considering. She knew Punk wasn't the type to say things just to say them—if he meant this, he meant it. And the way he was looking at her right now, like he was barely holding himself together, made her stomach twist in the best way.

"You're serious?" she asked, searching his face.

Punk smirked, leaning in to whisper against her lips. "Why don't you let me show you?"

[abcwordsurge]

aromantic character prompts

Because I'm so desperate to see these that I guess I'll just make them myself.

The aromatic character will be called "X," the plot convenience secondary character will be called "Y."

X feeling left behind when their best friend Y gets a romantic partner

X going on a blind date with Y, really enjoying themself, but panicking when Y asks to kiss them (or tries to kiss them without asking, for a little extra angst)

X nervously asking Y to be their queer platonic partner

X responding to "one day you'll find someone"

X listening to Y's romance troubles and trying to figure out how to say "I have literally no idea what you think you will gain by telling me this"

two (or more) romantic characters comparing their experience (i.e. an aro character in a relationship and a loveless aro talking about their difference, or aros bonding over their mutual annoyance over allos' tendency to invalidate them)

X realizing that they're aromantic and breaking up with their partner (or communicating and transforming their relationship into a QPR??)

and dialogue prompts:

"no, please... please don't say you love me"

"oh my god, same!"

"why is none of your art about love? don't you feel love?"

"I didn't know you felt that way about me"

"you don't even know what that means, do you"

"oh, I get it now, I don't like them, I just think they're pretty"

"I'm sorry I can't feel the same about you"

"I don't want to explain myself to you!"

"wow, that makes me feel so much better"

and, tip, just... listen to AJR's "Turning Out" trilogy. they just inspire me so much. sometimes when I'm writing something about an aspect character I put on those three songs in a loop to get into the mindset of an aspec person confused about romance.

feel free to use these with or without tagging me- because I am firmly of the opinion that if someone writes a fic (or draws something) based on the, like, ten words I wrote, they owe me nothing, because that art is theirs. but also I'd love to know I inspired someone haha

happy writing!

[ancha-aus]

Hiiii!!!!! I'm sending this from the main account (curse) because it's easier than making it anon lol- But I'm tagging myself jic ( @spotaus )

So!!!! The thing I was thinking about for New Age that I wanted to send to you was about that alternate ending for the story where Dream gets the apple, but more specifically: What about the side characters? These aren't entirely thought out, but I like to think about the 'what if' being like that episode of My Little Pony where there was no sonic rainboom (and if that reference means nothing then ignore it, hehe!)

Killer goes first! So, Killer *was* caught when Nightmare strolled through town, I'd say about a year/few months after rising to power. Dream, I don't think, would be touring like Nightmare was at that point, because he doesn't have to rebuild anything, so no reason to personally go to the guard camps in the first place to search for knights. He has plenty of guys right here! So, here is when Killer actually slips his cuffs and goes off on his own, the opposite direction of where Chara would have been waiting on him, because even though he knows he can't trust them any more, he also doesn't know where to go. Instead of following, he'll go anywhere they aren't. I like to think that at this realization, he just... keeps living the way that he used to. Moving from town to town, just barely scraping by. That's when he runs into the King's caravan, visiting one of the big port cities, and decides to have some fun. Live a little. And that *does* mean that he sneaks around during the event to see just how close to the king he can get without setting anyone off. And... wow, this is the heir to Nim? It makes sense, but looking at him makes Killer feel sick, he knows what he use to do to please Nim, and he knows what people still do now to please Dream, even when he'll never ever notice them. Eventually he gets fed up with it, and wants to leave, but before he does he notices THE most gorgeous skeleton he's ever seen. So he approaches rapidly, and there's this moment of conversation that no one recognizes that Killer is absolutely NOT supposed to be there. He walked with purpose, so they thought nothing of it, and Ccino assumes he has to be one of the new members of a noble family, so he and Nightmare talk with Killer for a bit. It's a nice this farce for Killer. It isn't until after, when Nightmare mentions he liked that one noble with the funny target soul to Dream, that they find out that he was just. Some guy. Dream puts some people on research, and it comes back that Killer is a criminal. Night asks if they could pardon him, and Dream agrees easily. So, out of nowhere, Killer is free of all previous, and future, transgressions. He doesn't even know it until he's caught again, before being released because of the king. Killer isn't quite sure what to do with himself, so I like to think that his travels eventually lead him to meet Ink! They'd make a great assassin duo, and it gives opportunities for him to be outside the kingdom.

Dust. Dust, I think, actually continues to be a crime lord. Because Nightmare didn't hear about the black market from Killer, there's no reason for anyone to try hunting it down now. The weather magic blocker stays up, at least until Dream is usurped, and that's how long he stays in power as a crime lord. A few months after, when the weather returns and the rituals fade? His magic is almost too much. He can hardly move anywhere without causing a tornado or hurricane, until he learns to control himself, which takes at least a week to be able to drain the initial build-up. In that time his soul is shocked back to life fairly often, and he decides he needs to find a mage to deal with this, because if he couldn't be at home before, he can't be *anywhere* now. I actually think that Dust would end up seeking Outer. He's not very well known, but he's a mage of the sky, and that's the kind of thing Dust needs to figure this thing out, or he's going to die and lose out on all he's been working on. Maybe he would come back to get a check-up from Outer when Dream, Night, and Ccino are there and get a nasty surprise. (Dust has a very slight chance of still meeting Geno and Reaper, but I do think their relationship would start up with Dust being a sort of case study for Geno, just like Dust in the usual time is afraid of. He might be able to see his family again someday too, depending on how efficient I want Outer to be with storm magic lol.)

Horror. I actually don't think Horror managed to move into the kingdom. His generation of family slipped into the borders during Nightmare's chaotic start, and with Dream there was none of that. So, they just couldn't ever sneak in to take over that old abandoned settlement. I think they might have set up camp just outside the borders on the unclaimed territory, and tried to help their relatives living inside the kingdom. Horror lives a fine life, he's happy, but his injury has already happened by then, so his family coddles him. No one to train him, so he has to live like that, never really fulfilled (Never meeting Farm for sure)

Cross? Tbh I like the idea that he went off to Reaper's kingdom! Just another refugee, slipping away into the land of peace away from all the chaos and war across the bay. He's happy there, for sure! Maybe he starts to work at someplace with a routine like a restaurant, or joins Reaper's military which is a lot more relaxed. He never really gets to fully complete his independance arc, and never actually meets Lust :(

Bonus!!! Error! Error doesn't run away and end up in Night's kingdom until almost 7 years of Night's rule. Dream barely makes it to five years. So when Error tries to run away, the kingdom he stumbles into is full of chaos, and trying to learn to govern itself amidst what feels like the apocalypse to them. And without a mage contest and a King to get scooped up by? Fresh actually manages to find Error! He gets to give him that big bear hug and tell him to never run away like that again and ask why he did it. And Error gets to tell him he felt forgotten and left behind, and Fresh insists that's not it. That dumb school wasn't for him either, he's sure that when Geno comes to visit, he can teach him a little more. Fresh manages to coax him home, and though he eventually comes clean about his parasite, there's never a resolution to it. Reaper, when they finally meet, can pacify it a bit, but that's all they can do. Error doesn't become a full mage, but Geno teaches him a little and he's still insanely powerful. Just, now a second powerful mage living with Reaper, running around causing havoc.

Okay, those are my thoughts for now! Horror and Cross are a bit shorter because there was less/no Nightmare involvement, and Killer ended up being my golden child as always. Dust is ???? I got a little tired, but you know what I mean haha- Anyways hope you have a good one!!!

AAH!! I love it so much!!

Okay let me just. Get to this :D

And don't worry. I get the reference hihihi

Okay but I LOVE the fact that Killer would have just escaped and make a run for it. Now that i think about it you did mention Killer was just watiing for Chara to save him but would have slipped the cuffs himself. Him just going around and being on his own. Traveling. And then. He sees the NEW KING. and Killer already feeling a little sick for the things that were done in Nim's name. That he did in Nim's name. So he wants to sneak closer and just. Just see how close he can get. Just for fun. No other reason at all.

And as you said. people just didn't mind because well. Killer played the part. He was confident and certain in his movements so people just let him. And Killer seeing and meeting Ccino. There is no rules to stay away. No king that Killer is trying to stay on the good terms off. So he just rushes over to introduce himself and learn the tiny bit he can before he needs to leave. I like the idea that Killer is just smitten at first sight and Ccino feels a bit flattered. There have been nobles before who were interested but they were pushy and grabby. Killer isn't. Killer is just... nice... respectful. Sure he flirsts but he keeps his hands to himself. It is nice.

And then it turns out that Killer was no noble at all but a criminal. I like that Nightmare still wants to pardon him. But in this case it would be because Nightmare SAW that Killer was nice and respectful towards Ccino. So he only sees the freedom as a good reward for the other. (poor Ccino though. Thinks he may finally meet a noble who is nice and actually may be able to interact more with- Nope. a criminal. because of course the only person who would be nice ot Ccino would be a criminal)

OMG Ink and Killer the assassin duo. Glorious.

Also. I think that Killer would eventually learn about the rebellion in the kingdom. And Killer doens't care that the king is gone, he sees that as a good thing. Killer thinks it is a shame the crown prince is gone too as he seemed nice enough. But he regrets not going back and just grabbing Ccino. Because he knows that it is unlikely anyone in that castle survived. So You just have Killer mourning what never was and never got to be.

I like the idea that Killer and Ink eventually come by Outer (why? they got lost and happened upon that) and Killer just SEES Ccino there. Looking so so so tired but alive. and He just grabs him and hugs him and spins him around. A second chance at last. (also if ccino put on a bit of weight. Killer would be shocked that ccino managed ot get even more gorgeous while ccino is self concious about 'letting himself go' instead of the fact that he is healing and FINALLY eating full meals. If ccino is still thin Killer can help the healing process <3)

Killer probably asks Ccino to run away so many times then. To just run off together! The princes can handle themselves now. They are out and one is an adult-ish. Ccino just so tiredly and quietly admiting the slave contract. he can't leave even if he wanted. Then ever softer. that he doesn't want to leave. even if they both hate him... they are still his... ccino loves them.

Killer mentions that it isn't healthy for ccino to love them and ccino just shrugging as he mentions that he was never suposed to hav e along life spam anyway. Killer just holding him. They probbaly have so many heart-to-hearts. ccino would be so much more broken in this one while killer woudl be more put togehter. Ccino just having been kicked down one too many times to get back up fully. And Killer having seen the world more and been out with ink, getting an ACTUAL friend.

(God jsut thought of like. Killer holding ccino and mentioning that killer loves ccino. ccino just so tired muttering that he shouldn't. That ccino is too broken to love or deserve love. Killer doens't agree. He is okay with just being allowed to hold ccino.) Dust!!

FRIEND!! I got THOUGHTS about Dust!

I fully agree wiht him staying a crime lord and just being undefeated. Untill!! The magic disapears and normal weather returns. It getting out of control SO FAST. Dust losing control of the stronger storma dn his soul having had the time it needed to fully grow to be able to handle it better (the two year difference and what it does) Dust is terrified the spell will end up killing him over just knocking him out. (in reality it DOES kill him a few times. It just zaps his soul so harshly it cracks before melting it back togehter. I imagine that Dust's soul, both here and in the real newage story, looks like Kintsugi pots. you know like repaired with gold but here it is like solidified mana which in dust's case is purple)

Anyway, Dust goes searching for a mage to help him. Maybe he finds outer first and outer after checking just shaking his skull. this is too complex for him. He can't do that. He is so sorry... But outer mentions... that there is a genius mage in another land. on another continent. If anyway knows how to help you handle that spell? It is Geno.

Outer writes Dust a note. Like a magical summon adn reference kinda deal wiht a magical seal. To enable Dsut to travel to the heart of the kingdom and request an auditions with the royal mage of reaper. The highest Mage and most powerful mage in the fucking lands. (mage and wizard priviledges. Using one of those seals is SERIOUS business. Because if you use the seal for something not worthy? you lose those seal priviledges.)

Dust travels there. Shows the note and is let in. and gets to meet the royal mage and king of the land. Geno and reaper.

Dust first gives the note. Geno reads it and looks curious. a spell encasing a soul? Sharing power and energy? That is a VERY fascinating concept.

Dust doens't like being looked at like the case study. Because it happens RIGHT away. but geno agrees to help. Which means showing the soula dn spell. Dust HATES it but he needs ti. worse is the way that Geno looks fucking excited. He looks THRILLED when Dust shows him the very thing Killing him. (and reviving but Dust doens't know that.)

And that is how it goes. They find him magic dampers to help him control the storm and make it less painful. Then Genoa dn dsut have the magical sessions and soul sessions and Dust feels so exposed and feels ill with being looked at like an experiment but dust NEEDS this. He needs to life and learn to control this stupid storm if he ever wants to see his family again. So he endures.

Worse is that Geno and Reaper still fall in love. Because Dust needs to stay in the castle for his own health reasons. (Dust dropped a few times. His soul starting to give out and had to be revived a few times. so they make sure dust remains close to where the healers and they are to help him back up) Dust still learns his gift and love for horses. He sneaks around. He is still mysterious and aloof. And Geno and Reaper can't help but fall.

Problem? Because of the whole... being looked at like a study case fro the start? I don't think dust will EVER fall for either Geno or Reaepr in this timeline. He can't. Not after what happened. Not after the very thing he fears and hates happening. He can't see them in any other way (in normal Newage dust falls in love BEFORE Geno does his mess up. Meaning that even if it hurt Dust was still in love. Which jsut makes the hurt worse)

Anyway. So Dust doens't love or like Geno and Reaper but knows he owns them so much. So when Geno just starts to feel things for Dust? Dust is even less in a position to say no or decline. Becuase before it was nightmare's treaty on the line. Now? Dust quite literally has a life debt to them both AND they are still helping him recover enough to even be able to life wihtout his magic overcharging and killer himself and everyone around him.

Dust is terrified that if he says no to anything that the support would stop (it wouldn't stop. they would still help him) so... he agrees to it all... It isn't like it is that big of a deal anyway. What is handholding and kissing and making out or even sex compared to them already having seen your soul because you are their science experiment?

Eventually it comes out. Probbaly at the WORST possible moment. Because Reaepr and geno both think the three of them are just dating. Like going WELL dating as they are already sleeping together and everything.

Then geno just says something like "That was perfect" or "That was amazing!" or just that he is so happy.

And dsut wonders and just asks "is... does that mean..." And he frowns and Reaper and Geno are SO SURE Dust will ask if they love him or that he loves them and then "Is the debt repaid?"

It is like a fucking stab through their souls. So after some very pointed questions and Dust realising he messed up and trying to backtrack because damnit aparentyl he wasn't suposed to mention it? but they were kinda joking and talking about marriage and Dust had been nervous because that is a bit far to have to repay but he is only alive because of them so maybe?

Adn it gets out just how Dust saw the relationship. Geno and Reaper are HORRIFIED.

And there is no fixing it. Because Dust is convinced he is just an science experiment and fun past time. There is no convincing him otherwise because that was the reality. ANd it had been the reality for a while.

It does explain to geno and Reaper why Dust would reject any presents or gifts or anything. Dust didn't want to add to his debt and it makes them both sick that that is how he thought about their relationship.

The worst part is... Dust is soon healed. Which means he can leave. and Reaper and Geno don't WANT him to leave because they do love him. hoenstly. And they want to hav eDust with them. Mostly because they just love him but also to make sure that they can prove to him that they hoenstly love him. to prove to him that they honestly care.

But for that they would have to lock him up because Dust WANTS to leave. it is obvious.

In the end Geno adn Reaper just had to let Dust go. (they obviously made sure he got things for the trip and extra money nad gold and had a crystal in case of emergencies if his soul and storm gave him trouble.) they wouldn't let him go without at least making sure he is ready for the trip. Dust muttered about just owning them more and both tried to reassure him there is no debt. (which is what they had been trying since they found out.)

Dust also gets his own horse from them. and he leaves. (geno has SO MANY tracking spells on him. Just because they ARE worried and want to make sure he is okay.)

dust meanwhile? He just goes home. He is mostly cured now. He knows how to handle his spell and storm. So he goes back home. His family is very happy to have him home and he is happy there.

Horror honestly has the least going on with him with this chance. As you said. The family never managed to move in. Or maybe they moved in when Dream lost the crown? but only then.

But as we established. horror woudl never get the chance to grow and become a trusted worker becuase well...everyone was worried about him and so careful with him. Horror is sad aboutit but he loves his family and knows they love him so much and just show they care.

I think Horror woudl always remain with his family. Feeling like he is a burden because he can't do anything to help them. But he is loved and he loves them. And In many ways he is one of the ones with the better faith even if he feels unfulfilled nad aimless and without direction.

Cross is the refuge! He makes his way to reaper's country (and because he is just another refuge and just another person trying to find his way he never got the chance to directly interact with Reaper, Geno or Dust.)

Cross settles and does some odd jobs until he manages to find a more secure job. Maybe he becomes a guard. or maybe. after what happened before he just doens't trust himself with those type of jobs. He can't trust his judgement and doens't want people to connect the dots between the old cross who was the most loyal soldier of xgaster. instead. he just does odd jobs until he finds a good and wellpaying job in the tavern and on the docks as someone who helps thes hips unload (yes cross has two jobs ebcause this boy can not stand staying still and having time for himself and his thoguhts. He wants to keep busy so two jobs) as a result he has a reasonable amount of money for who he is.

I don't think Cross ever falls in love. everyone who flirts with him is a bit TOO direct and makes cross anxious. He of course continues to have many many many crushes but those are just for him to enjoy and talk about with his fellow tavern workers.

I DO however think. It would only be fair that this cross gets to meet epic. another refuge. They hit it off and become besties. Cross deserves the chance to have a bestie. Epic and Cross laugh and hang out. (also. Epic is 100% clairvoyant and keeps talking about how things are all wrong and this shouldn't be this way. epic adores and love shis friend. but he knows this isn't how it is meant to be.) ((on that note. I think Epic should still be in the main story. still the same clairvoyant. the catch is that epic is the same across all the different timelines. the other people change. Epic is just always the same. (same for N lmao). Like how his magic eye plays into it lmao but that is just a random idea))

Error!! OMG! I am so happy for Fresh?! Fresh manages to catch Error, probably causing CHAOS in the already chaotic state of affairs. You just know that the guards were rude and manhandled error. Only for fresh to finally catch up to his little brother and probably USE the parasite power to make sure that whoever touched his little brother can never do that ever again.

Fresh adn Error hug and Fresh just holding Error and just muttering 'thank you gods. thank you for giving him back to him. thank you.' because he is so relieved.

and error. error who was convinced fresha dn geno jsut didn't love him anymore and didn't want him around anymore. being held close as fresh just MURDERED people who hurt him.

Error mentions he doens't understand... he thought they didn't want to deal with error anymore...why else did you both leave?

and fresh just holding error so close because that hurt to hear and he just mutters to error that he loves him so much and he swears he will explain everything to him and why he acted the way he did but fresh reassures him that it was NEVER him. it was never error who did anything wrong. (fresh now also being painfully aware of how he always rejected error when error wanted to hug him or get close. fresh did it to protect his little brother of course but that doesn't chance the fact he still did. Fresh realising just how much he has hurt Error be doing this over and over again.

Dude you thought your killer and dust parts were long ahhaha I am jsut as bad.

I just can't go as far wth horror and cross either because well. as you said. limited options that are realistic for them. because cross didn't get on the boat because of innk and ink was there because of dream planning the revolution (at least partly) so that stops there.

and you mentioned how horror sneaks into the kingdom with his fam to help their fam when it was chaotic with nightmare tkaing over the ruling. which also never happened so they remained locked outside.

okay! That was the reply!! No more holding it hostage :3

[countrymusiclover]

2 - Cinderella’s Prince

Princess Red Thief

Part 3

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Walking down Main Street I moved my hands around the back of my head finishing off the messy braid I had started doing after I left my apartment this morning. The sun was shining and everyone in the town had seen that in a matter of a few days the clock tower had begun working. I was walking as quickly as I could so when I came around the corner I didn't see someone coming straight for me and we collided onto the concrete. "Urgh! Ow....I'm sorry kid."

"It's okay. Hey you work for Mr. Gold don't you?" Rubbing my head I saw it was the mayor's kid Henry that I had bumped into. He smiled at me with a questionable look.

Getting to my feet I began picking up my work bag and I helped him with his own bag seeing a book sticking out that read ' Once Upon a Time ' on the cover. "Neat book. Fairytales are always great growing up. Again I am sorry for bumping into you. I'm Eve by the way."

"Henry. I am going to see my birth mom Emma. Do you want to come with me?" He smiled, putting his backpack on.

I paused feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it out I saw a text from Gold. "I don't think so, kid. I have work to do...on second thought Mr. Gold says he's heading to see your birth mom. Care to show me where she's staying?"

"Sure she's staying with my school teacher." Henry began quickly running and I chased after him heading to the Blanchard apartment. He knocked on the green door with the right number finding it unlocked so we just stepped inside. "Hey, Emma. I was thinking we-"

"Hey, Henry. How are you?" My boss greeted him.

Henry paused. "Okay?"

"Good. Give my regards to your mother. And, um, good luck, Miss Swan." Gold nodded, walking over to me, opening the door and nodding In my direction. "Ms. Royal, I'll be outside in the hallway waiting."

"I'll see you around Henry." I waved bye to the kid stepping into the hallway.

Henry whispered as I went to shut the door. "Do you know who that is?"

"Yeah, course I do." Emma answered him.

Henry was still confused and I could only assume it was something to do with his book or something. "Who? Cause I'm still trying to figure it out."

'So off to work now?' I shrugged my shoulders standing beside him.

Gold shakes his head no. "We don't have to start work that early. I was thinking I'd buy you breakfast first."

"Oh wow. Well who would say no to that. I accept." I smiled at him looping my arm through his and we headed downstairs in the direction of Granny's. He walked over to the nearest booth sitting across from me. I picked up the menu to read it when I heard a plate shatter, making me turn my head and see the blonde pregnant girl he had recently made a deal with. "Ashley?"

"Mr. Gold..." She gasped running towards the backroom.

I got up to my feet thinking I should talk with her. "I'll be back. I'm going to talk to her."

Walking to the back I found her in the laundry room I saw the blonde rummaging around with the sheets she had cleaned. She jumped, hitting the dryer behind her. "If he's come for the baby. I've decided to keep it."

"Woah, I'm not here for that. I just figured you could use some help before the baby comes." I held up a hand to calm her down.

Ashley parted her lips, sitting the sheets down and coming over to me. "You really want to help me?"

"Yes, I do." I nodded in agreement to her.

She reached for my hand and I touched her shoulder with both my hands feeling that she was tense. Unknown to me she held something behind her back moving her arm hitting me over the head with the lint trap lid. "I'm sorry for this. But I'm changing my life." She apologized, grabbing her car keys and running out of the room before I blacked out on the carpet floor.

Rumple and I were informed that his current deal with Cinderella had some interesting news. But it was all a trap to lock him away. Standing beside my horse I eyed Snow White's prince and the dwarf named Grumpy. I had become close friends with them even though I worked with the Dark One. Turning my head around quickly I heard the slipper Princess's voice coming behind me. "What did you do?"

"Ella, what's wrong?" Charming stopped locking up the cage door.

Grumpy could see she was panicking over something. "Your Highness, what happened?"

"What did you do to my Thomas?" She grabbed the bars of his carriage, holding her husband's abandoned fur cloak in one hand.

Rumpelstiltskin leaned closer to her inside the cage. "I haven't done anything. I case you haven't noticed, I've been otherwise engaged."

Cinderella snapped at him. "Something's happened to him. You know. Tell me!"

"I have no idea, dearie. But I did warn you – all magic comes at a price. Looks like someone has just paid." Rumple

Charming touched the princess on the arm leading her away from the cage. "Don't listen to him. We'll find Thomas."

"No, you won't. Until that debt is paid, until that baby is mine, you're never going to see him again. In this world or the next, Cinderella, I will have that baby." Rumple threatened her shifting his gaze over to me with a faint head nod.

Grumpy had somehow noticed it though. "She must know something. She came with him after all."

"Take her in. What has he done to my Thomas!" Ella stomped up to me grabbing me by my shoulders shouting through tears.

Charming gently pushed her away from me and a guard escorted her somewhere else beside Grumpy. "Everly, do you know anything about what he might have done?"

"No I don't, David. I may help him with his deals and such but I don't know what he's done with her prince." I told him holding onto the clasp of bright red cloak, my hair had two strands pinned back but the rest was loose to the wind.

Cinderella shouted over to us. "Lock her up and question her. She has to know something!"

"Are you really considering it, Charming?" I questioned him hoping he said no.

He paused, clicking his tongue waving some guards come over at his command. "Don't worry it won't be a permanent thing. But we need some answers."

"Charming no. You don't need to do this. I don't know what happened to Thomas. I swear, let go of me!" I began fighting against the guards arms where they dragged me over to the horses.

Charming sent me an apologetic look seeing me get handcuffs enchanted with magic to block my own. "I'm sorry, Red Thief." The guards put me on a horse making me and Rumple be transported into separate prison cells.

Guards escorted me through the long and cold hallways keeping the squid ink cuffs on me to block my powers from making me able to escape. Unfortunately it wasn't like I could release Rumple if I ever got on my own. I got thrown inside the cell and they locked the door, scrambling to my feet. "You can't do this to me. You can't do this. I....I didn't do anything to Thomas!"

I grunted, shoving my hand against the metal door sniffing through some tears that had formed in my eyes. Sliding down onto the cold floor my chest began tightening with me laying my head against the door. "What's going to happen to me now?" I muttered to myself hugging my knees to my chest forming a fear of confined spaces after that night.

Emma was in the waiting room trying to help Ashley by talking with Gold herself now that she wanted what he wanted from her. "So, she can keep the baby?"

"Not just yet. There's still the matter of my agreement with Miss Boyd." Gold eyed the blonde standing before him.

Emma replied. "Tear it up."

"That's not what I do. You see, contracts – deals – well, they're the very foundation of all civilized existence. So, I put it to you now. If you want Ashley to have that baby, are you willing to make a deal with me?" Gold paced in front of her

Emma asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "What do you want?"

"Oh, I don't know just yet. You'll owe me a favour." Gold raised his cup to his mouth, taking a drink.

Emma nodded. "Deal."

"We'll be in touch, Ms. Swan." He nodded, heading down the hallway to the front desk asking the nurse. "Can I see Eve Royal?"

The nurse agreed, leading him back to her room. "Of course."

I moaned, barely opening my eyes, seeing some bright hospital lights shining down on me. I attempted to sit up some but there was some discomfort like I had a really bad headache. "Ow! Ashley, why would you hit me over the head?"

"She didn't want Mr. Gold to take her baby. And she thought you were going to help him take it from her." Rubbing my eyes I cleared my vision seeing Henry sitting at my bedside.

I croaked with my throat sour. "Henry, what are you doing here?"

"Emma is talking with Gold to let her keep the baby and I wanted to see if you were okay. And ask you some questions?" He reached inside his backpack pulling out the book I saw. He flipped to a certain page showing me a blonde wearing a red cloak sitting inside of a prison cell. "Does this look familiar to you?"

Knitting my brows together in confusion I didn't understand what he meant. "Henry, what are you asking me? I mean the girl I may look similar to but I don't see anything else."

"Hey Henry, I didn't expect you to be back here. Your mother will be looking for you." Lifting my gaze upward I saw Gold and the nurse enter my room.

Henry put his book away, leaving my room. "I'll see you later."

"How are you feeling, Eve?" Gold asked standing at my bedside reaching out for my hand that didn't have an iv in it. "Ruby and I found you unconscious in the laundry room. I was concerned when they had you emitted here for a few hours."

I stared at him for a few minutes processing what he had just said to me. That wasn't something your boss would say, we weren't romantically involved that was for sure. "What do you mean you were so worried about me? Aren't we just boss and employee?"

"We're much more than that - un at least I thought we were unless I'm wrong." He cut himself off changing his wording when he saw such confusion on my face at his choice of words.

I sent him a tiny smile squeezing my hand in his. "I appreciate that you feel that way, Gold." He nodded in agreement but deep down he wished that the girl before him now knew the same truth that he did.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[n3ptoonz]

'The After Party'

Pairing: Kung Lao/F!Dancer!Reader

Fandom: Mortal kombat 1 (2023)

Warnings/tags: SMUTTY!! Explicit!!! Reader is straight up a woman here, wears heels and skirts and bralettes, reader is a stripper, creampie, cunnilingus, cum on face, dry humping, Kung Lao is submissive and reader is dominant, half proofread, reader needed this fr, she her pronouns used and he calls reader gorgeous

Word count: 1.9k+

'You always come to the parties...To pluck the feathers off all the birds.'

The way you moved was mesmerizing to Kung Lao. You were the only dancer here that interested him, truly. Your moves were captivating; the technique and clear thought behind them was what he liked the most compared to the others.

'You always come to the parties...'

You noticed that he's been a regular for the last month since he discovered this place. And honestly, even though you've never really interacted other than monetarily, he's starting to become your favorite customer. The most you've said to each other was a "Thank you" and him always responding with "Anytime." You didn't even know his name--or most of your customers for that matter--but that didn't bother him.

He didn't have to be the highest paying to get your attention. Rather...he seemed to differ from other men that come and go. Appearance wise and his overall demeanor. From his stylish hats to the fact that he didn't walk into the building wearing a tux and thinking he was the man. He was simple and respectful.

'Ride, ride'

After your fourth set, you approached him again for the second round with your waist band that was already full of money and he stood up this time to add his share. He leaned closer to your ear so you could hear him better over the loud instrumental in the club.

"Will you be here for the after party?" he asked, backing up to see if you heard him. If you had a penny for every time you've been asked that question, you'd be shaking ass on a yacht in Italy.

"Sir, the dancers cannot have sex on the job." you promptly said, your facial expression being neutral as possible. He was taken aback by your statement, he just wanted to see you again, maybe even have a chat. He knew you were just reciting club rules, but damn! He thought.

"That's not- I meant it as I'd like a private dance if you'll be here. I'm also well aware of this rule. Do you think so lowly of me?" he joked, crossing his arms and smiling. With how dark the setting was in this building, his smile lit up this part of the room. Wow, he has dimples too!

He wore a denim vest over top of an armless sweatshirt that was showing off his muscles and he was surely making it work, put together with a simple pair of jeans. His playfulness did make you laugh though, and it made you want to explore his personality more. Many of the guys here bland as hell and only cared about getting off to women who would never give them a chance.

"Alright, alright, my apologies. I will be here, yes, but unfortunately the private dances are being postponed due to an incident from last week with another dancer. Instead we'll be serving while dancing."

Kung Lao frowned a bit at the news. He really was looking forward to just being with you even for a short moment. He immediately assumed the incident had to have something to do with you straight up telling him there was no sex allowed here. However...that's when an idea sparked in his head.

"Okay...could I see you after work then?"

You haven't been asked that question since you started working here, but it was always from slime balls that were the least bit of your interest. But like you thought...he was different.

'On your knees...'

He saw you actually considering it with the way your face contorted. "I see you're thinking about it." he said as he leaned down since the music was still bumping.

"Why yes...I am, sir." you gave him a teasing look. You were half in work mode and half being yourself; you truly wondered what it would be like to make his wish your command. Maybe even the other way around the way he was looking at you.

He shook his head and waved his hands at your formalities, "No need to call me sir if we're getting to know each other. My name is-"

--

"Kung Lao~" you sang his name, gripping onto his shoulders as you dry humped his thigh like your life depended on it. His hands hung by his sides and he just sat in one of the lounge chairs in your appointed dressing room. One of the main rules in any strip club was that you couldn't touch the dancers. So there he sat, under your control with his head thrown back in pure bliss.

The more you moved, the more you could feel his print peeking through his pants. He was panting like a dog and on the verge of passing out he felt so damn good. Honestly, he could cum from the friction alone, but he was secretly hoping he wouldn't like this. He'd rather on...or in you...

You pulled his head up to look at you. What you saw was what was once a smiley man with a bit of playful arrogance. A man that had the utmost respect for you and what you did for a living, turned into a boy-toy for your pleasure. What he saw was a beautiful woman looking at him like he was a piece of meat, and you were a lioness who captured her prey.

"You wanna fuck me, don't you? Be inside me?" you asked in a whisper, slowing your pace down which lead to him whining and squeezing his thighs together. The most he could do is nod and give a weak "Mhm..."

His hands began to tremble right as you pulled him free and quickly started riding him. It's been so long and he filled you so good, seeing the pride already leaving his body was turning you on even more. You both cursed and moaned in unison at the feeling of each other.

It was already the feeling of your walls wrapping around him like no other, but also your mini skirt that was hiked up past your ass. The second he looked down he was greeted by it bouncing along, only making him harder. Not to mention your breasts that threatened to fall out of the bralette you had on from your previous performance.

"You're drooling. Haven't had sex like this before, have you?" you asked, not slowing your pace in the slightest. You had a smug attitude just as bad as his, and he fucking loved that shit.

"Agh...can I please touch you? I...I might lose my mind." he muttered, unable to focus on anything else.

"You can touch me if you cum in the next minute, how about that?" you replied, making it sound like it was an impossible task. But you haven't really met Kung Lao. The man with a plan and will get the job done when needed.

He was a man who never backed down from a challenge. He's the type of guy to always pick dare and wants the absolute craziest thing someone can think of. Now pair that competitiveness with the hottest woman he has ever seen riding him and talking to him with a sweet sensual voice.

He came.

What was that? Had to be like 20 seconds after you said that and it's the last thing you expected. You didn't anticipate him shooting inside and so quickly. His eyes were shut tight and sweat beaded on his forehead; he was out of breath.

His blurry eyes could only look up at the ceiling, "Am I allowed to now?" he said, his arrogance returning behind his tone and smirk.

You laugh softly, slowly getting up from his lap and grabbing his hand, "Sure you can, but you'll be cleaning this up."

You lead him to the small couch in front of your full body mirror and sat on the cushion after putting a towel on it, pulling him down to his knees in front you. You ran your fingers through his loose hair. He knew exactly where this was going.

With not another word uttered, he lowered himself further, grabbing your thighs and pulling you forward to the edge. A gasp and chuckle came from you at the eagerness he had. The hunger in his eyes alone was turning you into a waterfall.

The glistening sight of his cum slowly dripping out of you easily made him feel like he was drunk. He pushed your legs farther apart and delved in like a man starved. Your hand practically flew to his head as your head flew back into the soft couch pillow. The flesh of your thighs spilled in between his fingers, just how he liked it.

"Oh my God..." you breathed out. He was already fully determined to eat you out with everything he had, but he absolutely positively needed you to cum on his face. Another thing you didn't know about him, he was a giver.

He may have been full of himself at times, prideful, and smug. But nothing fueled him more than being able to have bragging rights. I can see it now: he's feeling like he won a gold medal simply because you came from his tongue.

The pace at which he lapped at you made your legs all tingly, prompting you to close your thighs around his head. Watch out, because he might just cum again!

You whined and writhed above him, biting your lip to not give him too much fuel. You still had to remind him that he was the one wrapped around your finger.

He winced and hummed against your skin from you gently digging your heel into his back. The vibration from the top of his nose made you jolt a little, and now here came that growing feeling in your stomach.

"Hmm...yeah, keep going." he murmured against you, encouraging you to leave marks all over his back. Your breaths became quicker as your back arched. The heels of your black pumps clawing at the flesh of his back was just enough to make him go faster than before.

"Oh fuck, Kung Lao-" you moaned his name, gasping the closer you got.

"Let it go, gorgeous."

Finally you let loose, all over his face like he intended. He soothed you through your high as he didn't stop or slow down. The grip you had on his hair gradually lifted--needing to grab and hold onto the armchairs for leverage. Your entire body convulsed in pleasure and your hushed moans got louder.

As you both calmed down, you picked up something to fan yourself while Kung Lao kissed the inside of your thighs. He was mindful not to leave marks in consideration of your job even if he really, really wanted to. He lifted his head and kissed your stomach, smiling up at you with those pretty dimples of his.

"I haven't felt that good in so...fucking long." you said. When you looked down at him he had a big stupid grin on his face, not even bothering to wipe his face yet. You playfully rolled your eyes and took the towel from under you to fold it in half and wipe it for him.

"If this is what happens at after parties, I'm gonna have start coming here more often." he joked, but at the same time dead ass serious.

"Oh no, next time will not be happening at my place of work. I could get fired at this rate!"

You swear you could see his ears perk at the thought and confirmation that you enjoyed this so much to ensure a next time.

"Fine by me!"

a/n: TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY OOHHHHHHH i told y'all i would post that fic today 😝 i fucking enjoyed every last minute of writing this (even if it took like three weeks LMAOO)

[smuttysabina]

Chaelisa "Chella Action

(Lisa x Rose, 800 words) Lisa and Rose have fun at Coachella Tags: Lesbian action, Dialogue, Fisting, brief vomiting, cumplay, harsh language

"Really Lisa?"

"What, Rose?"

"This is the best you could find?"

"Hey, I don't want to hear any complaints, this is the best one I could get that was... unspoiled."

"Where did you even find it anyways?"

"Passed out next to the main stage, I think she missed him since he was unconscious."

"Well judging by the screaming Jennie is still going at it."

"Mhmm, so be happy we don't get her sloppy seconds for once, this one is fresh!"

"I'm surprised you didn't just grab some of her leftovers, considering what a perverted whore you are, you should like cleaning up after your betters."

"Wow fuck you too bitch, at least I'm not a sadistic... oh, shut up, shut up, he's waking up! Ahem- Hello there, how are you feeling, good? Oh don't bother getting up silly, we'll be joining you down there soon enough."

"Ugh, do we really have to fuck him in the dirt?"

"Its COACHELLA, everything is covered in dirt!"

"Well some of us, dislike rutting on the ground like animals!"

"Okay, then go find a fucking clean mattress then, I'll be busy enjoying myself."

"FINE. But I get to go first."

"Um, no. I don't want you to ruin him like you do with all of your... slaves. The last one was literally jizzing blood!"

"Oh please, you were just on your period Lisa, and anyways I don't want your filthy cunt juices smeared all over my... dildo."

"Heh, you were going to say 'slave' weren't you?"

"Its called wordplay whore, maybe you should figure it out before writing another song."

"....Ouch"

"..."

"..."

"Okay, I'm sorry, that was a little too harsh."

"It's fine, that just means I get to go first. God you are so easy to manipulate, its a wonder you manage to domme anyone at all..."

"Hey!"

"Too late! Hello again my darling little pet, ready to make my insides all juicy? Don't mind Rose there, she's just mad about going last! So make sure to fuck me good and proper, if you cum before I do, I'll make sure you get it up again..."

"..."

"What's wrong Rose, still mad that you're going to be cleaning up after me again? You can just stand there and watch as I ride- wait Rose. What are you doing back there with your hand? Wait, no. Get lube you idiot! Get lube! LUBE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!"

"Oh shut up you slut, I know you love it rough. This is payback for earlier, whore"

"Oh fuck... Rose I can feel your fist in my stomach... oh god I'm gonna! Blooooargh!"

"That's disgusting! Could you not puke everywhere like a cheap whore? You really do deserve to get fucked on the ground you filthy animal."

"Hah- I- hah, I don't want to hear that from the fucking bitch who just shoved her arm up my ass!"

"Lisa, you came like twice from this, don't deny you're not enjoying this."

"Urrrgh, I'm going to force feed you so much cum after this you bitch..."

"I'd love to see you try, by the time I'm done with you I doubt your loose holes will be able to hold anything in them at all!"

"Ghurk Ghurk Ghurk GHUAH! Is that all you've got Rose, I've fucked virgins who could plow me harder than that!"

"...Um Lisa."

"Huh...? What?"

"Look down."

"...Oh, he passed out again."

"...Did he finish?"

"Hmm.... yup I can feel his load in there! I guess he came so hard he blacked out!"

"Pfffft, you really do suck at choosing fuck meat!"

"Yeah yeah I don't want to hear it! Also uh, Rose?"

"Yes Lisa?"

"Want to keep fisting me?

"Sigh, fine. But only if you eat me out afterwards."

"Deal! And you can degrade me all you want and shit while I'm doing it."

"You do know how to push my buttons don't you?"

"Oh yeah, and afterwards, want to try and find some more pets? Surely Jennie can't fuck her way through all of them!"

"With Jisoo helping her out? Seriously?"

"Well I guess we can be on cleanup duty again..."

"Are you fine with sloppy seconds?"

"Are you really asking me that?"

"Fine, as long as you clean them off first for me..."

"Rose dear, I always do. Now shouldn't you be, um?"

"Oh right! Only if you ask nicely though, Lisa."

"I hate you."

"That works!"

"OH FUCK! HARDER ROSE HARDER!"

[spideronthesun]

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What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it?

The family is what you make of it, and it's the people you choose to surround yourself with. I picked it because I think it should be one's free will who they choose to spend their time with. Even our closest friends can be our family members. In my case, my story was widely inspired by my own personal relationships. I was a very lonely child, and I didn't have any friends growing up. Now that I have a few, I think of my friends as my family. Sometimes you don't have to live together under the same roof to care for one another. And these people would always be welcome at my house. I would let them in, and make them a cup of tea and probably bake a pie, and talk to them until it was three a.m. in the morning.

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?

If I were to be frank, I don't consider myself to be that great at world building. However, I love to read how other people do it, and learn more about their worlds and their cultures. Plus, a lot of my story is set in the present moments, so it includes technologies as well. I enjoy keeping the magic grounded, it is very earthly, and it draws a lot of inspiration from the beauty of nature itself.

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help the reader grow as a person?

When the story begins, Adamas is very adamant at helping to make Edvardas' dream come true, and is surprised when Nikolas says that he's interested in the prospects of selling their old childhood house. However, everything changes very soon, when the brothers learn of their fates, and what their mother had willed to them.

He begins researching their family tree and looking into the history. He uses it as an excuse to work on the article, only he doesn't realize where his search might take him to. Seeing his brothers change tremendously, and that magic does come across as a burden, he begins to question if it is all worth it. And that he would rather have his family back as he used to have.

I'm not sure if teaching forgiveness is the main lesson of the story. Although some of the characters make plenty of mistakes while trying to protect those they love. But the final message all comes down to love, and that love is worth fighting for.

How many chapters is your story going to have?

Currently, it has 40 chapters. I added a couple more in recent weeks.

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Original content, and I am planning on querying it.

When did you start writing?

I began thinking up all kinds of stories when I was as young as five, but I would not call it writing just yet. I'd just sit on the bed and play with dolls while coming up with all kinds of life stories for them and their names, or I would be lying on my stomach and reading books that my mom had purchased for me.

Probably, I started writing when I was eight, and my elementary teacher was the first person who took a note of me. I didn't even know what I was doing, I never considered it before in my life. She gave us an exercise where she had printed out the image, and let our imagination just run wild. She was wowed by something that I wrote. She even told me to stay after class and asked if I could write something again. The last time I happened to bump into each other, which was years ago, she told me that she still keeps my writing in the classroom.

However, I had a very complex relationship with writing for many years, and I didn't like the pressure that I was put under. I rebelled against it. I talked back a lot, I wouldn't turn in my assignments, and I have not put another word down again for a very long time.

Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?

Nothing wrong with looking up writing advice or books that could help you to improve your writing. Just find what works out for you. It can be difficult to pick apart what works for you while you are still developing and starting out as a writer, and you are going to read a lot of bad advice out there. Trust yourself more.

And also never feel ashamed of your voice. Your voice is you, and it is going to be someone's favorite piece of art. Someone else's Mona Lisa.