#you're welcome hehe

[xiaogesword]

~ Zeng Shunxi sings to you while it rains ~

Wear headphones 🎧

Song: Zeng Shunxi's cover of How Can I Not Think of Her featured in his new drama A Lonely Hero's Journey. Includes: English translation, pinyin, Mandarin Native title: 教我如何不想她 by 赵元任 (1926)

Translation and rain sounds by me.

[rubyreduji]

*squints* dilf deekay how dare u I trusted u 😭

dilf seokmin who is the single dad of the cutest little five year old girl in the kindergarten class you teach, she's got the same smile as him and everything

dilf seokmin who tries to help out in the class as much as he can and even though you don't always need the help, you don't dare turn him away, too fond of him to say no

who can blame you? he's funny, kind, helpful, and very handsome, he's the "it" parent that all of the teacher rave about, jealous that you have his daughter in your class and not theirs

being a good dad is just the cherry on top, and a good dad he is, always doting on his daughter and finding any way to support her, like volunteering to help out during field day

and your knees nearly buckle on the spot when you catch sight of him standing out on the field, in his nicely fitted white t-shirt that perfectly displays his arms

and god his arms, his nicely formed biceps and his veiny arms and his long, thick fingers that you desperate want insi- you shake your head, no you cannot be having those thoughts about the father of one of your students, especially while you are working

so you do your best to be on your best behavior, but you're only human and you can't help but glance in his direction every so often, the sight alway making your head spin and your panties grow damper and damper

there's just something primal in you that finds him so sexy as he helps all of the kids out, hi-fiving them when they win and patting them on the back when they lose, you have to keep chugging down water to combat the heat growing up your spin and across your chest

then, his shirt gets wet, his daughter accidently spilling the water while he's carrying her in his arms, and you do your best not to stare at the way the shirt clings to his torso, his defined abs and chest visible under the now translucent fabric

"oh no! here i think i have some spare shirts in my room," you tell him, ushering him back into the school, the halls are empty as you two walk to your classroom, everyone outside participating in the field day

when you get to your classroom you dig through your cupboards, looking for a spare t-shirt, when you find one and turn to hand it to seokmin, you're shocked to see his wet shirt already off his body, his damp chest glistening slightly

you can't stop yourself from gasping a bit, your mouth dropping as your eyes widen, taking in all of his bare skin and all of the muscle under it

seokmin just chuckles as he takes the shirt "thank you so much, especially for all of the work you do, you're an amazing teacher"

"oh uh, thank you" you can feel the heat start to over take your face again

"you know...my ex-wife has never been this good with soomi, but you're a natural," seokmin starts and you can't help but feel flustered at his praise, praise that he obviously is not showering on his ex-wife "not to mention that she absolutely adores you, and she's not the only one"

"h-huh?"

"I adore you too, but i think my feelings go a little deeper than admiration, and i think your feelings for me go a bit deeper than that too"

seokmin has slowly been walking towards you and you're stuck in place, barely able to even breathe, the shirt is still in his hands and you force yourself to look at his eyes rather than his torso

"tell me im not making a fool of myself right now"

"you're not"

that's all seokmin needs to lean in and bring his lips to yours, right off the bat the kiss is fierce as seokmin pulls you into him, desperately licking into your mouth, trying to burn the taste of you intp his mind

seokmin pushes you back until your body hits the wall and you feel his knee slide inbetween your thighs, applying pressure right against your aching core, you moan right into his mouth, your fingers digging into his back

you can feel seokmin's fingers grasp your waist tightly as he helps guide your hips to grind down against him, the fabric of your panties dragging against your senstitive clit

soft moans escape from the back of your throat, into seokmin's mouth and you feel him grin into your kiss "you sound so pretty baby girl"

the pet name makes your pussy clench and your hips speed up, desperate to get off, pleasure coursing through your body as seokmin continues to ravish your lips, his fingers trail up your sides before landing at your chest, his long fingers groping at your tits like a eager teenage boy

your panties are ruined by now, sticking to your needy cunt as you cotninue to work your hips against his leg, growing more and more impatient to reach your high

just as you're about to orgasm, seokmin pulls away and you can't do anything but whine, even more disappointment filling you as seokmin tugs on the borrowed shirt

"they're going to start wondering what's taking so long, better get back out there before they send someone looking, right?" seokmin winks at you and you kind of want to cry from how pent up you now are "but i promise i'll make it back up to you baby, this weekend okay?"

seokmin then turns to leave the classroom and you take a moment to recuperate yourself before following after him, thinking about how friday cannot get here fast enough

[you didn't ask for this but i have delivered anyways, have a great night elv 😇]

[scarletgray]

SOUKOKU FICS FOR THE SOUL!!!!!

partners by setosdarkness (best skk fic my favorite the most adorable thing I've ever read in my entire fucking life hnhhgg)

The irreplaceable things by BlowingYourMind

A Few More Tries by StarshipDancer

our hearts steeped in hate by setosdarkness

the taste of love cherryousama

never ever invite soukoku to parties by xxalwayssofia

look chuuya, i just want a divorce by xxalwayssofia

minus four years by xxalwayssofia

plus four years by xxalwayssofia (honestly just go read everything by xxalwayssofia they're so so good)

Admit Defeat by StarshipDancer (again just read everything by StarshipDancer)

Full Tacit Understanding by setosdarkness (this writer is the ceo of skk istg just read all 1001 of their works lmao)

into continents and cars by halfbloom (diphylleias)

Narrow Staircases by rutu14

all of these except the last one (so angsty but has a happy ending dw) are the FLUFFIEST CUTEST SWEETEST SKK FICS EVER will heal your soul they're all on ao3 enjoy :D

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

pssst, for those of you who are excited for more chapters of lilac, don't you worry, you're getting a few more before the year is over ♡

[astronnova]

"the ghost haunting my house is just really hungry" -dash

[max-verstappens-lip-freckle]

A very good boy ♡ might bite

[meownotgood]

Not sure if you're taking requests or not (I'm a recent, new & immediate follower because of your Viktor fic, so forgive me and accept my loyalty-), so if not just take it as sharing. I realized since I'm so in love with Viktor that i started imitating his accent sometimes on accident, i was wondering what your headcanons be upon his reaction to that, seeing (or hearing) 'reader' interact with people and sometimes sound... *Like him*.

I LOVE THIS BECAUSE I'M THE SAME WAY LOL.... last week when I played a ridiculous amount of league. I was just spamming viktor games with his new arcane savior skin, his voice got stuck in my head. my friend was like: "why do you kind of sound like viktor right now"

vik would definitely notice it immediately, how the cadence you're taking to some of your words is different than usual. but he doesn't really connect the dots until you repeat something he's said before exactly as he said it. he gives you a playful look, punctuated with an eyebrow cocked. he's like, "are you imitating me?" and when you get all nervous and start to apologize, he admits it's fine. he finds it endearing, really

[halfahelix]

Merry Christmas @juxsweet!! I was your Secret Santa for the Ashville Secret Santa exchange. Thank you for being an awesome friend and I hope you've been having a great holiday! 💚🤎💜❤️

[tunastime]

80 for spotify wrapped writing game!

hi midna!! long time no see!! so I know it's not target audience per se, but you got 24 by flor, and that's such a xisuma SEN (space au!) song that I had to make something for that, it overcame me. I don't know what happened. slight tw for injury!

(421 words)

Xisuma stands up.

The mirror beside him is still shattered down the side, large chunks of square plasti-glass scattered over the floor. Each of them is cracked in such a way that Xisuma’s marred face makes fractals when he looks through them—bits of eye, bits of bandage, bits of cheek and chin, bits of dull hair. He sweeps, collecting the shards into a small pile. The sink is still cracked, too, from the force. He sweeps to the edge of the bathroom, a long stretch of glass and dark red-brown blood, dried to a tack on the floor. It stretches from the point of impact (sink) to where Xisuma managed to pool the blood in his own hands, desperate for gauze (cabinet) and to where it dripped through his fingers (door).

He catches a second glimpse of himself in the shattered mirror—his face looks tired, eyes underlined with grey half-moons and his suit more rumpled than usual. It takes him a moment to look away. It’s like he’s not even looking at himself. Every picture he owns with his face in it, he’s a young captain—the youngest, they always said, not even 20 by the time he’d had his own ship—unmarred and bright-eyed and so different than what he is now. He supposes he expected to be the same, at least a bit, somehow. 

He scrapes dried blood from the floor. There’s movement in the hallway, around the corner, people passing in and out of rooms as they clean the ship. They’ve long since started their trip back at this point—tidying and fixing up broken parts for the ship to be reused, both by Xisuma himself and by any seconds in command at his stead when they return. Seconds. Right. Yeah. He’s not spoken to Doc since they lost Tango, has he?

Xisuma puts the broom down. He’d forgotten that, actually. Shame that is. That they’d not talked in a minute. It’s neither of their faults, really, just, with cleaning, and with the paperwork Doc had to fill out, for the arm, and the calibration, and telling Xisuma he’d talk to the Chief about everything, so that X didn't have to. Yeah. He’d just gotten so distracted trying to fix everything before their arrival next week, so it had just happened that way.

The shards get swept into the dust pan, and the contents dust pan disposed of in the trash chute. The bathroom looks dull, now, along with himself, sleek and grey and cold. Xisuma squares his shoulders.

It’s fine. At least the blood didn’t go into his eyes, right?

He takes up the broom and leaves the room, leaving the shattered mirror behind him. His visage disappears in chunks—shoulders, legs, neck, head.

(spotify wrapped ask meme)

[brutal-nemesis]

ok siiince you asked for requests for demon boy castys… the tongue cut out + gag seemed like such an adorable situation for him <33

Giving you that and a little extra because I wanted More Whump 💕

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Ingredients: manhandling, a lot of unsexy noncon touching, slight dehumanization, partial nudity

Castys wasn’t sure if he slept at all that night, but after what felt like an eternity, Neteri reappeared wearing different clothes under her white coat.

“Good morning, Castys!” She sat on one of the stools from last night and motioned for him to do the same. “Get up, I’ve got wonderful news to share!” 

Castys opened his mouth to retort, but he found he couldn’t form the words. His tongue was still…he looked away, swallowing, and sat up while remaining on the floor. 

“You’re going to have to start listening to me, you know. Because,” she broke out into an excited smile, “I get to keep you!” Upon seeing Castys’s glare, she just laughed. “I figured you wouldn’t be excited, but trust me,” she held up a finger, “you’ll be much better off in my hands than if you were sold as a pet to some bored aristocrat. I’m sure they’d beat that personality right out of you, and I don’t plan on doing anything of the sort. As long as you cooperate with my experiments, you’re free to be yourself. You can even hate me as much as you like!” Castys raised an eyebrow at her final statement. He’d see about that.

After rummaging in her bag for a moment, she pulled out a little silver medal and moved to crouch next to him on the ground. “Hold still now,” she ordered as she started to bring it towards his neck. Castys wasn’t sure what was happening at first, but after a moment, it clicked, and he decided he’d rather not listen, leaning back. Neteri just sighed. “You’re not off to a very good start.” Well, it’s not like he wanted to be.

Suddenly, Neteri changed tactics, shoving him down on his back and straddling his waist before he could try to sit up, pinning his arms down with a knee on each elbow. Castys cried out, the wounds on his back from the whip lighting up in pain, and that combined with her full weight on him kept him from moving. He bared his teeth as her hand came closer, daring her to get within range, but she just curled her other hand in his hair, yanking it back and keeping his head firmly in place. Great. He was once again powerless against this tiny lady, forced to keep still as she attached that dumb little tag to the collar and sealed the metal shut with the same spell that kept him from taking it off.

“There,” she said once it was on. She tapped the tag, cold against his throat. “Property of Neteri Crozien. Whether you like it or not. Now,” she grabbed his chin, “are you going to let me put some new restraints on you or should I call the guards to manhandle you? Your resistance is pointless and only delaying the inevitable, exactly like every other time. Just nod if you’re going to cooperate.”

Did he want to get manhandled again? Not particularly. He’d had more than enough of being grabbed and held still while chains were taken off and put on. And it’s not like he was resisting out of pride or something stupid, he just fought back when it was something he really didn’t want to happen. Which was most things in the past couple days, but, hey, if new restraints meant he got to leave this boring-ass cell, he was okay with it. Her grip on his hair had loosened enough to allow him a small nod, so he gave one, praying she’d get the fuck off of him now.

Neteri smiled brightly at his cooperation. “Great! Although,” she got off of him and stood, thinking, “maybe just stay laying down. I don’t really trust you not to try and run at the moment, so just roll on your stomach and I’ll take the chains off.” Castys sighed in annoyance but complied, gritting his teeth as his weight went from his injured back to his burned chest. The cold stone floor felt a little good on it, at least, but it was a small consolation as he watched Neteri walk back over with a key and a coil of rope. 

She squatted down and-fuck, that was a knee on his back, not her full weight but enough to make him gasp in pain. Paying him no mind, Neteri unlocked the manacles around his wrists, and he could barely enjoy the feeling of not having anything around them for a moment, just wishing she’d tie him up and get the fuck off of his back. It didn’t feel like she was going particularly slow as she pulled his arms behind him and wound the rope around his wrists, but the seconds still dragged by at an agonizing pace. 

Finally, she finished tying the knot and took her knee off of his back as she stood. “There we go!” Castys just groaned, rolling on his side. “Oh, stop being so dramatic. It’s not like I was hurting you.” Castys’s glare deepened, and he awkwardly used his bound hands to pull up the back of his shirt enough to expose the bandages wrapped around his torso. Neteri’s jaw dropped slightly, and she just stared at him for a second before worry took over her features.

“I…I’m so sorry I…I completely forgot. That you were hurt. I wouldn’t have done that if I remembered.” Her head hung slightly. “I’m really sorry, Castys.” Her apology seemed genuine, but how the fuck did she forget he got whipped and branded yesterday? She looked back at him again. “Let’s just hurry and get you to your new home so I can heal you up, okay?” Wait, new home? She was taking him somewhere else? At first the idea was scary, but then Castys remembered that he’d never particularly loved living in the castle, so whatever. It was probably just going to be a different prison cell, anyway.

With ridiculous difficulty and a lot of groaning in pain, he managed to sit up, using his elbows to help him do it since his hands were kind of useless. By the time that was done, Neteri was standing above him with…a chain? He was already tied up what the fu-no. No fucking way. He growled as her hands moved towards his neck, baring his teeth once more.

“Seriously, Castys? You said you weren’t a dog yesterday, but you sure are acting like one.” Yeah, sure, whatever, but since he couldn’t fucking talk, he was forced to resort to other means of protest. He honestly wasn’t entirely sure where the growling came from himself, and, yeah, it was a little animalistic, but that didn’t mean he deserved to get put on a leash. “This is happening either way, so just give it up already.” Her hand was moving closer, closer, the clasp at the end of the chain open, ready to-

Once again, instinct took over, and before he knew it, his teeth were buried in the flesh of her hand.

Neteri cried out, jerking her hand back and dropping the leash. “Lyte! Seriously?!” She winced as she dabbed the wounds with what smelled like the stingy liquid from yesterday and used her magic to close them up, during which Castys couldn’t help but smile smugly. Once she was done healing, she pulled on her leather gloves and grabbed a couple rolls of bandages from her bag. “I figured you were going to be difficult to keep in line, but this is just ridiculous.” Castys took pride in being ridiculous, so he’d take the compliment. What he didn’t want to take were the consequences of his actions, but he was a little bit helpless at the moment, so there wasn’t much he could do as Neteri shoved a wad of bandages in his mouth and tied a strip around his head to keep him from spitting it out.

“There. You’re just about the only person who’d need to be gagged when they can’t talk.” Castys just looked away, feeling his face grow hot as she clipped the leash to the collar. She gave it a tug, but he didn’t budge. Now he was just resisting out of spite. Neteri’s expression grew even more frustrated, and it looked like she was about to say something before she stopped herself and took a deep breath, calming herself down. She crouched down to look Castys in the eye.

“Look, I’ve been going about this the wrong way. I hurt you when I didn’t mean to, so I’m not going to punish you for biting me. We’ll just call it even.” She paused and held up a finger. “The gag stays until we reach our destination, though. Just for safety’s sake. But I’ll tell you something about my plans for you. If you come with me, you’ll have a tongue again by the end of tomorrow. Does that sound good?” 

Castys could be stupid and stubborn and petty and shake his head and sit here and then end up getting dragged off to wherever, or he could just suck it the fuck up and get the ability to complain back. Complaining would be nice...After weighing his options he nodded, and Neteri broke into a smile. “Good. Let’s go, then.” She helped him stand, and she seemed to do her best not to pull on the leash as they walked along. Soon enough, they had reached the teleportation stone, and Castys…he couldn’t help but be a little excited to leave this stupid place. He knew he was a fucking prisoner now, but he was basically a prisoner in his old life, too, minus the chains and plus a comfy bed. 

At least he was going somewhere else.

The other palace was pretty cool, at least, the short glimpses he got before he was pulled into the lower levels, down halls and through doors until they arrived at his lame little prison cell. It did have a bed, though, so that was an upgrade. And a private bathroom?! Why did the prison cells in his family’s dungeon have to suck so much ass? He only spent two nights there, but still. If he was ever in charge of a dungeon, he would make sure it was at least a little comfy in case he got thrown in there.

Neteri clamped a manacle around his ankle, which was whatever, because that meant she untied his wrists and took that stupid leash off. And then, true to her word, she healed his wounds. The brand scarred, of course, which was…the symbol was kind of cool, but since it meant he was “property” or whatever he wasn’t too excited about it being on his chest for the rest of his life. At least shirts existed.

After that was done, Neteri instructed him to clean himself off and left him alone for a bit. He wandered into the bathroom, chain clinking with every step, and paused in front of the mirror. He looked pretty much the same as always, just a little more tired and blood-covered than usual. Oh, and the stupid collar around his neck. Neteri was fucking delusional, it didn’t look the slightest bit “cute” on him, it just looked…He didn’t want to see it anymore.

Once he was clean and dressed in some slightly comfier clothes, Castys tried out his new bed. It was nowhere near as nice as his old one, but it was way better than the floor, so he’d take it. Just as he was drifting off to sleep, Neteri poked him in the face.

“I’m back, Castys, get up and take your shirt off.” Castys sat up, but didn’t take his shirt off, instead just crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. His wounds were healed, so what the hell did she need it off for? “Come on, I’m just going to examine you and take some measurements. Nothing painful, I promise.” Not painful, sure, but probably still not pleasant. Even so, he didn’t really have much choice but to listen, so he pulled off his shirt and stood, hoping this wouldn’t involve too much touching.

His hopes were in vain.

It started off fine, her measuring his height and a few other things with a strip of leather, but then she started running her hands all over him, poking at him, moving him this way and that. He couldn’t help but flinch every time since he hated being touched, and Neteri was clearly getting annoyed by it. His full-body recoil after she ran a hand down his spine was the final straw. Wordlessly, she clamped a manacle around one of his wrists before shoving him down onto the bed. He tried to stand back up, but she basically fucking tackled him, pinning him down on his back for the second time today. And, to top it all off, she managed to loop the chain around the top of the cot before cuffing his other wrist, leaving him pretty much helpless.

“I wouldn’t have to do this if you’d just kept still,” Neteri sighed, seeing his frustration. Well, it was a little fucking hard to be still when someone who’s basically a stranger is running their hands all over your bare skin. He considered trying to kick her, but she’d probably just chain him up more and keep going, and he’d rather this bullshit just be over with already.

Being chained down on his back somehow made this infinitely worse. There was nowhere to run, nothing he could do, Neteri looming over him as she put her hands all over him, touching his chest, his brand, squeezing his arms, grabbing his chin, pulling at his eyelids, gloves on now, hands in his mouth, poking at the stump of his tongue, feeling his teeth, gripping his hair to turn his head from side to side, his skin was crawling, crawling, his muscles tense, breaths coming short, fast, he just wanted her to get off stop touching him examining him taking notes reducing him down to just numbers just a body not a person not someone who got boundaries or personal space no just someone who gets touched and touched and touched-

“Castys! Hey, hey, just breathe.” Neteri was standing over him now, fiddling with the cuffs on his wrists, releasing him. Castys hadn’t even realized he was hyperventilating, but he tried his best to calm down as he scrambled to the other end of the bed, as far away from her as he could get. Neteri watched him sadly. “I…I was making you uncomfortable, wasn’t I? I’m sorry, I just thought you were trying to be a nuisance.” No shit he was fucking uncomfortable, how the hell did she misread that?! At least she looked upset by this, but it was way too late for that. Castys still felt like there were bugs crawling all over him, and he could feel his heart pounding out of his chest. 

Neteri reached out a hand in a misguided attempt to comfort him, but after seeing how Castys flinched and bared his teeth, she backed off. “Okay, okay, I’ll leave you alone. Well, I’ll go get you something to eat, and then I’ll leave you alone. Until tomorrow, and then you’ll have a tongue again and you can complain all you want and yell at me, okay?” Castys would rather never have to see her stupid face ever again, but that’s not how this was gonna work, so he just nodded silently, not relaxing until she’d left the room. 

He almost wanted to take a shower again, just to wash the feeling of her hands off, but it was starting to subside, so he just pulled his shirt back on and hid under the covers. What was that, exactly? He knew he didn’t like being touched, and he’d never let anyone do it remotely that much, so maybe being touched for so long in such an invasive way had been too overwhelming. Castys had thought he’d be a little tougher than this, since the thought of pain didn’t really scare him, but apparently being pinned down and touched was too much for him? Kind of…pathetic. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if he could talk, protest, fight back a little bit with his words. Maybe he’d be okay once he could talk again.

He just hoped Neteri wasn’t lying about giving him his tongue back.

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@hearse-song​ @muddy-swamp-bitch @whumpasaurus101 @yet-another-heathen​​ @galaxywhump​ 

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@whumpedydump

[angeart]

It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better

oh yes my favourite. except it menacingly keeps getting worse. oops.

[zithergiltscorner]

"How much does it cost to have a maid?

What does rat society look like?

Is wearing a bikini actually comfortable?"

-My brain for no fucking reason sometimes. LIKE, MY MAN, WHY DO I NEED TO KNOW???

[hauntingmiser]

Day 31

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!

Anyways this is basically a free space that I can do whatever I want soooo happy anniversary to p5r

The royal trio back at again!

[usoppictures]

I want to submit one of my incredible rarities I discovered. I’m incredibly dedicated to collecting Usopp media and hope to build a Google drive dedicated to him at some point. So I hand you this 

[averlym]

May I please request some soft parrlyn please

morning vs night gfs

[hawthorne-bias]

GIRLLL YOU LIKE STEVIEEE TOOO 😭😭😭 OMGGG THIS WAKES UP MY LOVE FOR HIM THAT I HAD YEARS AGOOO

TEAM CAPP FOREVER 😭 no but really I was in love with him way back I got into anime and stuff and now you're just bringing him back on my dash

OMGGG, WE'VE SPOTTED YET ANOTHER STEVE LOVER, YAYYY!!!!!

honestly speaking, i used to be team iron man (iron man is not one of my fictional crushes, but he has always been one of my most favorite fictional characters ever—certainly my most favourite avenger—and i sobbed so freaking much at the end of endgame), but then i watched infinity war and i saw steve in it—and bby, believe me when i say this: my mind was blown away...

it was then that i decided that: 1) okay, fine, i'm neither team iron man nor team cap. i'm team 'ao3 fics canon divergence au', and, 2) i got to rewatch the captain america movies in a new light now

my favourite steve has to be—1. pre-serum steve rogers (idk why but he's quite literally my all-time fave), 2. him from 'the winter soldier', 3. him in rest of the movies (infinity war holds a special place maybe :P)

who's your favorite steve, A? @afortoru