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The moment Gundham wrapped his arms around him, the drunk mechanic held onto the other’s shirt and started sobbing, hiccuping in between the detuned sobs. “A-arightm hic yuos ‘n everythinnn ’s not ‘n hic ‘n y-yuo ‘s not alrigh hic ‘s all hic all messed’n up hic ‘cause ‘m noh hic ‘n then yuo hic ‘n all kind ‘n stuff hic wennnnn us hic all messn hic m’ fautl hic n dunno all hic so jus ‘ug me ‘n alls ‘kay ‘n sm….. hic.” The drawn-out jumbled mess of the words seemed to come to a brief pause as he quitened down, turning his face to lean his cheek against the other’s chest, hiccuping. “….‘cause big boobses.”
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kdramas.. are my weakness. now i want ship threads but like.. sad 😂
#[ all the breakup threads lets goooo#[ truly new year new me. eiji needs some happiness that he ultimately destroys 😎#sᴇʀᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪsᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ | ooc#[ but also.. new muse.. i am struggling
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HALLOWEEN IS COMING~
It's almost time to meet LEAF!!!
The charming caretaker of a sliver of purgatory. Determined to redeem and rehabilitate lost souls, Leaf runs a trading post on a mysterious island whose residents can't die.
Originally based around a Ru-sty video game, Leaf is the strange caretaker of a small trading post. They offer food, lodging, and kindness. Players can even steal from them.
But if they do---
They get to experience a fun little G A M E.
Oh boy-- I'm not a huge horror fan but this character has Cirque Du Freak energy.
they sound like a goblin
#have another oc i'm slowly adding#benevolent pumpkin headed parental figure#who has a pet turret named mr toot toot#it's ok-- mr toot toot is a good boy#basically for survival/combat/horror based muses i guess?#supernatural ones too-- ooh and villains#i'd love to do threads where leaf takes a muse in and looks after em and ya can be good or bad and ultimately#you play yerself cuz a lesson is getting learned you get to decide the genre#ok imma sleep now#;;leaf
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@more-than-a-princess — continued from here ;;
Honestly, judging from Ami’s reactions thus far, he could already tell this was shaping out to be a lively three person party... but as long as Sonia seemed happy, then Akira would be content; after all, this day was more so about her than it was about him.
Why, upon bearing that in mind, it doesn’t take long for him to manage a nonchalant nod as the stew within her bowl continues lightly bubbling alongside braised chicken, mushrooms, parsley, sauteed pearl onions, and crisp pancetta.
“...Yeah, after you treated me to all that good meat that one time, I wanted to cook you something special,” he admits while neglecting to add Seiji basically helped him look up the recipe for coq au vin while Aunt Natsumi kindly lent him a bottle of red wine from the Black Rabbit Bar, which presently sat on the counter next to all the sauces he used primarily for his cooking. “And save your thanks for after you’ve actually tried it.“
As soon as Ami pointed out he always cooked chicken, however, he’ll proceed to scoff. “Did you already forget the times you had hamburg steak or stir-fry over at my place?” came his retort, prompting her to eye him rather judgmentally. “Yeah, but more than half the time I’m over, onii-chan, you’re always making something with chicken in it,” she argues, which has him click his tongue in mild annoyance.
“Tch... I swear, you’re becoming more and more of a smart-ass by the day,” Akira pretends to complain before proceeding to amble his way back over to the pot to scoop up both their portions of coq au vin into two separate bowls. “Luckily for you, I’m nowhere near petty enough to not give you some after hearing that.”
Sure enough, he’ll fall silent, letting Ami and Sonia talk amongst themselves... then shortly later, he’ll saunter back towards the table and carefully set down the bowls.
“I’m doing fine... I’ve just been spending time with Ami after getting temporarily suspended from Hope’s Peak for about a week,” Akira states. Sure enough, Ami then proceeds to pout. “Onii-chan still won’t tell me what he did to get himself into trouble! Can you believe it, Sonia?”
#morethanaprincess#█ ▓『 ✦ ⸂ •• THREAD — ⧼ 14: morethanaprincess / akira and sonia. ⧽ 』#█ ▓『 ✦ ⸂ •• QUEUED — ⧼ because livi is a busy adult irl. ⧽ 』#┕━ ❛ ☣. danganronpa au »» 𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗥𝗔〡...i'm now apparently the 'ultimate underground street fighter'.#┕━ ❛ ☣. muse »» 𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗥𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗔〡it’s not that i don’t like people. i’m just more comfortable when i’m by myself.#┕━ ❛ ☣. in character »» 𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗥𝗔〡interactions.#[ watch me continue this into a thread DAYS after sonia's birthday is actually over... otl ]
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“PUT AWAY THE OZ FAILED KIT, HE ACTUALLY DID IT!”
SCOTT GET OUT OF THE BUSHES HAVE YOU BEEN WATCHING THIS WHOLE TIME?!
#Kid At Heart ;; Scott#What's All The Fuss ;; Dash Comm#the ultimate trick. having enough muses that others can just commentate on threads too. power move.
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Must say, VERY interested in the way I can't listen to a certain (vocaloid) song anymore because of the line "surely after 100 years I'll be reborn as a beautiful girl".
#throwing a lifetime away to hope for luck in the next suddenly makes for an idea that makes me feel very uneasy#which is especially interesting seeing that i don't quite know where i stand as far as reincarnation beliefs go#not sure anymore i should say.. i don't believe there is an abrupt ending i suppose#rebirth doesnt suddenly make you different; there's still a thread that links your lives#i suppose i do maintain a belief of sorts.. one that seems like a blend of beliefs but is ultimately meaningful to me#🦋 musings 🦋
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there are two main things that i love in this life: genji and plushies… what if reader makes genji plush and shows him..? would he like it? would he be like erm what the scallop? maybe this request is a little too silly… but… genji plush
★ "Don't turn me into a marketable plush!"
i am going FERAL over this ask. i literally was just thinking of that, too, today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GENJI <33 It's okay, nothing is ever "too silly" here :3 reminds me, I think on Etsy you can commission someone to make this kitty Genji plush? Or, I'm tripping.
You figured that you'd want to go get Genji a special gift. He doesn't really mention liking much, other than musing about his early fascination with arcades and his troublemaking antics. Over the course of years and years, he's calmed down, but you do love seeing his more playful sidee shine every once in a while.
You knew that in his line of work, he doesn't expect anything for himself. The most that he could ask is just for someone's happiness and appreciation, that that's it for him to be reminded that—yes, he's doing a good job, and he's doing his best.
When he first acquired his new body, he'd be disappointed in himself; in his newfound form. Blinded by his strong, persuading emotions—there would still be times where he felt as if he didn't deserve someone's kindness. If he were to see someone who mirrored how he was back then, he could not've felt empathy—rather, a digust in seeing a spitting image of himself.
He now understands his worth and value in a greater extent now, with the help of his closest companions, mentor, and everyone... Ah, it still gives him chills whenever he thinks about that whole process again.
You were first interested in his initial reaction towards getting a plush. Would he think of it as merely childish, or would he understand the amount of hours you absolutely slaved over in trying to find the right techniques for it? Only time'll tell.
The idea was cute and simple; as it was merely just a plush. You wondered if he even cared much for plushes, figurines, or anything that he could really display. You knew that with his work as an agent, he is more-than-likely constantly out. It's be cool if he were to be able to at least settle the gift in a place he'd be able to see it every so often, as a gentle lil' reminder of you, but you didn't even know of he even... had a consistent residence.
You persevered, albeit.
After tutorial video after tutorial video on trying to work on a humanoid base for your plush, it became taxing on your hands. Either if you're working with knitting needles, sewing by hand, or machine—it was annoying how you'd prick your finger, trying to aim for the felt to stitch it up; or, the amount of hours that pass by whenever you try out your crocheting skills. It was a simple idea, so why weren't there any simpler methods?
Nights where you'd slump over your desk, fingers all red from the exertion, and your brain tired from all of it. You wanted to do your best for Genji, but it was difficult trying to even find a baseline on where to start with him. How'd you even make his helmet? Nonetheless, the inteicate details to his outfit and weapons?
You didn't want to commission the plush, as you were determined to make it from your own very hands. Through sweat, blood, and tears—you WILL make this thing.
Ultimately, you knew better than to just work and work and work on such a hard project. As much as you wanted to show Genji your utmost appreciation, also in a medium that you'd equally love, you knew that gifting Genji a bundle of stuffing all patched together by mishappen thread wasn't something you should be thinking of.
At the end of the day, you just wanted this idea to get out of your head. You didn't promise a gift to him, rather, you promised one to yourself. You'll get this done, even if it's eating away and nagging at your thoughts. You didn't buy all of those supplies for nothing, after all! Better make that money worth it.
Thinking on the topic of him possibly not being able to display the gift in a convenient position, you did consider making the plush smaller. However, the only issue was was because of the loss of quality that is also brought by with it—since you have to downscale the details, and simplify a few things so that it doesn't look all-too overwhelming.
You decided on making him a little charm. You'd imagine he'd be able to put it on a bracelet or a necklace, or just on whatever—as a little bit of added personalization. There were still the downsides listed prior, but you feel as if you tackled too big of a project for yourself; as it did require both patience in waiting lots, and having a lots of time.
At first, you were lost on really doing this, but ovee time with what you've learnt, you made a little plush charm that could fit into someone's palm! You were awfully proud of the little guy, since as soon as you were done making him and hooking the little chain, you gave it a tiny headpat with your index finger. Well done.
When Genji felt you tap his shoulder, you could tell that there was a smile behind his voice, as he asked what you wanted. He sensed you before then, but wanted to see what you'd do anyways.
You hid the item behind your back, snickering to yourself about what'll ever possibly happen. You guessed it was just from Genji, but gosh, does he make you eager. Even if he's not doing remotely anything in specific.
"What is it? Normally, people do not just laugh at something with their hands like that." He'd point out—thanks Captain Obvious—whilst with that teasing edge to his voice. He'd take a sidestep, a gander at what you may have, and then you try to cover it up.
"Be patient! Isn't that your whole thing?"
You then would sigh, as he made a mocking motion with his hands; mimicking how a sock puppet would speak. Upon making the comment on how he must not want his gift after all, he then shakes his head affectionately with a gentle tsk.
Once you then clasped your hands over the charm, you brought it out in front of you. When you released them, and showing him the little plush, he couldn't help but laugh at how adorable the thought was. He'd look up and down, judging by how he moved his head—since you cannot really see his eyes—nonverbally asking you if he could pick it up. You allowed him, and he then held the little guy in between his thumb and index.
"It's a pocket you." You explained, sounding dumb but you didn't care. Genji was busy squishing it, and playing with the keychain. "You're a father now."
He hated how he was just so giggly today. With an eye roll, you knew him enough to tell that, he then pockets the object in his hoodie. You were glad he liked it so much. "I'll take great care of my new son, don't worry."
The next day, whenever you went out to get a breath of fresh air—you saw Genji, sparring his sword against some practice dummies set up around the site. You wished you would've said more previously to him, that you made the gift out of appreciation for the ninja—but seeing how he had the accessory pinned on his hand, a place where he'd always have it... It spoke volumes.
#overwatch x reader#ow x reader#genji x reader#genji shimada x reader#genji#genji shimada#overwatch#gender neutral reader#gn!reader#req#reqs open
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Seed of the Dragon
Summary: Aemond is obsessed with tasting himself on you.
Pairing: Aemond x fem!reader
Warnings: NSFW. Cumplay. Oral sex.
Words: 500
“Do not swallow.”
Aemond slowly pumped his cock a few more times, squeezing the last droplets of cum into your mouth.
The warm liquid pooled on your tongue, and even though you struggled to keep it from spilling, it got easier to do so as he slid out. A single string of cum mixed with saliva dangled between his tip and your lower lip.
Parting your swollen lips, you allowed him to see the liquid that nearly overflowed.
“What a view...”
You promptly nodded, which caused a few threads to slip from the corners of your mouth.
Aemond clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “You shouldn’t waste it,” he dragged his thumb across your flushed skin to collect the small beads before shoving it inside your mouth. “This is liquid gold. The seed of a dragon.”
Many would agree with him. Having the blood of Old Valyria coursing through one’s veins would open many doors and, ultimately, grant the chance to claim a dragon.
But unlike his brother, Prince Aegon, he had no interest in producing bastards that would unavoidably end up in Flea Bottom.
Instead, he had found other ways to pleasure himself and others.
“Good girl,” he praised mischievously.
This time, you had to slightly ltilt your head back to prevent further spillage as you wrapped your lips around the long digit. Slowly and carefully, you enveloped it in warm cum, earning a low growl from the young prince. He had his uncovered eye on you the entire time, and after a few more licks you proceeded to gently suck on it.
But Aemond had something else in mind.
He craved something else.
In one swift motion he removed the thumb from your grip, smearing the it across your lips.
“You love sucking, don’t you?” Aemond mused with a soft grin. “Always so eager.”
He wasn’t wrong in the slightest. You had caught his eye not long ago as the new servant, and it didn’t take long before he had you wrapped around his finger.
What the dragon wants, the dragon gets.
You tried to speak, but the heavy load of cum was a clear obstacle, which earned a chuckle from him.
“This is all your fault. You milk me like no other.”
He pressed the pad of his thumb on your chin, forcing your mouth to part wider. Apparently, he was no longer concerned that thick strings oozed from your lips, because he leaned in to plant soft kisses across your jaw. Your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, and you couldn’t hold back a moan when his lips reached your chin, his experienced tongue darting out to taste himself on you.
Without a warning, he had his lips on yours, hungrily kissing you. Whatever self-control he had been exerting up until that point, suddenly vanished as he quickly slid his tongue inside your mouth. This side of Aemond was far too alluring. He could be calm and collected just as he could flip in a second and show you how primal and urgent he could be.
You pushed your tongue against his, sharing the liquid, and even if some of it had spilled from your lips, he made sure none of it went to waste as he framed your jaw with his thumbs.
He groaned into you in between kisses and suckles and bites. It wasn’t a novelty to you that he had grown quite addicted to tasting his own cum, but only after it was mixed with you.
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Red string of trouble
Idia x FEM reader
Summary: who would have thought that his soulmate would be out of this world
Part 2 since I had so much fun writing this
Words count: 0.8k.
In the intimate refuge he meticulously crafted—a haven untouched by intrusion, where solitude reigns, shielding him from the disturbances of judgment or irritation—lay a young kid gazing at his thumb, where a thin red string was wrapped around it. No matter how much he chased it, it wouldn't end, wouldn't break; heck, it didn't even get tangled. But only he and his supposed soulmate could see it.
At first, he thought he was crazy, but after confiding in his parents, he found his answer: at the end of the line, he would discover his true love, the one he was destined to be with. Day after day, the blue-headed youngster pursued the elusive thread until he ultimately surrendered to the futile quest for his destined companion. After all, who would fall in love with someone like him? His bloodline was cursed; he couldn't venture far from the island, and the prospect of love seemed bleak for a gloomy shut-in. So why bother?
But one day, during his third year of living in NRC, Idia felt something tugging at his thumb. Clueless as he was, he ignored it; it's not like his soulmate just respawned. Secondly, he wasn't going to leave the safety of his room to meet someone he didn't know at all.
"It's best to stay here. Ortho will come back soon anyway," he thought to himself, unaware that indeed, his soulmate had just been Isekai-ed into his world.
As the days went by, life for the magicless Isekai-ed human wasn't getting any better. Overblot followed by another, a talking cat that loved getting in trouble, a duo who shared the same braincell, a haunted dorm, and finally, a stupid red string of trouble tied to her pinky finger. The string did nothing but cause problems. She noticed it the first time she arrived, not paying it any mind. However, after some digging and researching, she discovered it should lead her to her supposed soulmate.
"At least if I didn't go home, there would be someone willing to stay with me here. That's if he wasn't a serial killer or some sort of a creep," she mused, unable to help but laugh at her misfortune. "Is it because of this Facebook post that I didn't send to 10 people? Maybe? Who knows."
On the other hand, Idia wasn't living the best life. The first time he heard about the poor magicless Isekai-ed student, he felt pity for her. Stuck in a foreign world that relied on magic, and with no knowledge about it, her situation wasn't going to be easy. However, apart from that initial sympathy, he didn't pay her much attention. With all the Overblots happening and his impending role as the soon-to-be chairman, he had more pressing troubles to contend with.
Other than the rapid increase in Overblots, Idia found solace in a relatively peaceful life with just his brother, eagerly awaiting a delivery set to arrive in the quietude of the night. Nothing seemingly suspicious – just a tall figure with flaming hair, resembling a sleep-deprived zombie, venturing out into the nocturnal stillness.
However, his plans took an unexpected turn when he spotted the infamous troublemaking cat, Grim. Driven by curiosity, he approached to pet Grim, inadvertently causing the feline to run off in a frenzy, screaming and crying.
"Wait, I didn't mean to scare you! Come back, Mister Grim!" Idia called out. As he contemplated chasing after Grim, a rustling from behind the bushes caught his attention, prompting him to instinctively seek out hiding spots.
Finally finding a hiding spot behind some thick trees, he crouched down, attempting to conceal his presence from the newcomer. As he observed, he was taken aback to see it was the feline-human companion. Yet, what struck him even more profoundly was the sight of the red string, the very one tied around his thumb, now intricately woven around her finger.
"Grim! Where are you? Don't go around scaring me like that!" The desperation in her voice echoed through the night, and Idia, hidden in the shadows, felt a mix of surprise and an unexpected twinge of warmth at the shared connection.
In the wake of her frantic search, he was left behind, his expression transformed into a tableau of astonishment and bewilderment, his face and hair turning as pink as a valentine decoration. The revelation stirred a whirlwind of emotions, leaving him grappling with the unexpected ties that fate had woven between them.
Suddenly jolting back to reality, his instinct was to dash back to the safety of his room, completely forgetting about the delivery. In his haste, his lack of physical fitness became evident, and he found himself gasping for air. His brother, noticing the rapid change in Idia's condition, became alarmed at his increased heart rate and labored breath.
"Idia, are you alright?! What happened to you?" exclaimed a panicked Ortho, his worry intensifying as he observed his brother gasping for air.
The only response Ortho received was a muffled laugh that emerged amidst coughs, as Idia rambled about the incredibility of having a soulmate from another world, drawing parallels to a particular anime he had once watched.
There was Ortho, gazing at his blushing and coughing brother, a realization dawning upon him. He pondered whether the Shroud bloodline might end with Idia, given the seemingly hopeless romantic situation he found himself in.
"Yup, that's how our bloodline will end," Ortho remarked, the only words he uttered before excusing himself to charge, choosing not to confront his brother's evident sense of hopelessness.
#twisted wonderland#idia shroud#twst idia#twisted wonderland headcanons#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland x yuu#idia shroud x reader#idia x reader#twst imagines#ortho best boi#i love feral ortho#twst grim#might make a part 2#twisted wonderland idia#idia
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LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “You’re pretty good with that boy, Cuno.” She says it thoughtfully, as though she’s turning this fact over in her mind as she works at the tangled net in her lap. The sea is a soft roar over the horizon, and the world is tinged a dusky blue.
“Really? It doesn’t feel like I am. He still calls me anything but my name. Usually a slur.”
“It’s tough love, Lilienne, that’s all. A kid like that needs discipline.”
“He’s not that hard to deal with. He just wants somebody to play along with him. That’s all any kid wants.”
“He was good to me first.”
LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She arches an eyebrow. “Really now…”
DRAMA — She isn’t doubtful, sire. Just surprised.
LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “Well, I hope you’ll keep on being good to each other, then. The kid certainly needs it.”
EMPATHY — And so do you, she thinks.
LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “You seem good with the young people around here in general,” she muses. “Cuno, those kids at the church, Lily and the boys… You said you used to be a teacher, didn’t you? Maybe that’s why.”
PAIN THRESHOLD — A familiar ache squeezes your lungs. The same ache that drove you to become a teacher in the first place. An incalculable and long forgotten loss.
INLAND EMPIRE — Don’t follow this thread any further. Let it unravel.
“Yeah, that’s probably it.”
“No, there’s something else… Lost children, a lost Indotribe…” [Follow the thread.]
“I think I wanted to be a father, once.” [Change the subject.]
LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She pauses her work, strands of the net wrapped loosely around her fingers, but does not look up. “…Oh?”
ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Hey, it’s never too late! Now’s your chance to give fatherhood a shot!
“Any chance *we* could make it happen?” [Give her the finger guns.]
“I wonder why I did…”
“It was a stupid thing to want.”
“I still do.”
“I guess it never worked out.”
LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “Hm…” She goes back to her work, slowly and carefully. “Why not?”
“I don’t know. Can’t remember.”
“In *this* economy?”
“Things never lined up right, I guess.”
“I bet it was *her* fault. She ruined my chances forever.”
“Too poor and drunk and sad.”
“I’d never want to inflict myself on a child.”
“Just look at me.”
LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She does look at you. There is no pity or disgust or whatever other terrible thing you expected in her gaze. Just a quiet acknowledgment.
EMPATHY — To her, you look just like a father she once knew. This only makes her more inclined to agree with you.
LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “…When I first got pregnant with the boys,” she says quietly, returning to her work, “I was uneasy. Wondered if it was… right to bring them into this world. Into *our* arms…”
PAIN THRESHOLD — A rare pang wracks her. She does not like to think about these things.
LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “I never did decide one way or another. I just knew what I wanted, and so I went ahead with it. *We* went ahead with it. And then again with Lily, even though…”
EMPATHY — Even though at heart she knew, by then, how it would all end.
SHIVERS — Five years ago, a man stands on the boardwalk where the corpse of a different drunken husband will one day be discovered. Bottle still clutched tightly in his hand, he fights the urge to throw himself into the dark water. He wins the battle today, but he will ultimately lose the war.
LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “However things turned out for you, I’m sure you had your reasons.” She sighs, and cuts a strand of the net with the tip of her knife, then ties it back together. “Though that probably sounds shallow, coming from me.”
“A little, yeah.”
“Not at all.”
“Can I ask you something?”
LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “Go ahead.”
“Do you regret having kids?”
“Uh… never mind.”
LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She smiles, and there’s an uncharacteristic sadness in the lines around her eyes.
“No,” she says softly. “Never once.”
EMPATHY — She wonders if this is proof of her own selfishness.
It isn’t the children she regrets. It’s the world that she brought them into.
LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “Now that they’re here, all we can do is love them. And you’ve got plenty of love in you for the children, it seems. That’s more than a lot of fathers could say…” She sighs, her eyes shadowed and sunken. “Oh, I don’t know what I’m trying to say anymore.”
DRAMA — But you know what *you* would like to say, sire. Go ahead. Now’s your moment!
REACTION SPEED — No, it really isn’t. Please don’t push your luck.
“Lilienne…”
Don’t push your luck.
LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She turns to you, expression inscrutable with the light of the setting sun behind her. “Yes?”
“Do you think *we* could ever… try again?”
“Do you think you could ever see *me* as… a father?”
“Do you think there’s any hope in this world for any of us?”
“Do you think the children will ever forgive us?”
“Do you think I’m… a good man?”
LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She looks at you, her chin no longer held high, a tired slump in her shoulders and something searching in her eye. Her hands are all tangled in webs of fragile knots.
“I think…” she says slowly, evenly, “you’re looking for something that I can’t give you.”
-1 MORALE
“Okay. Well. Khm. Right.”
“What the hell does *that* mean?”
“That’s not really what I asked…”
Say nothing.
LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “I know what you’re asking,” Lilienne says frankly. “I’m just not so sure that *you* do…”
EMPATHY — For love.
RHETORIC — For vindication.
INLAND EMPIRE — For a lifeline.
VOLITION — For a future.
LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — Lilienne sighs, watching the twins in the distance, starting the long march home from the beach before dark. “At some point, Harry, you’re going to have to be okay with your life.”
SHIVERS — You have twenty two years left to reach that point.
#disco elysium#harry du bois#lilienne carter#UGH if you saw this after i hit the post button accidentally before finishing the formatting. no u didn’t.#anyway. lilienne i have feelings for you#and also lots of feelings about the impending apocalypse and whether or not the children will have a future…#FUCK OFF I MISSED A FORMATTING ERROR AGAIN. FUCK THIS GAY EARTH
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Daomu Biji Watcher’s Guide, May 2024
A few new entries have been popping up lately, and I’m always hopeful new fans will stumble into the pits and never leave so I thought I’d paste up a rough map.
(Obviously the best watching order, like the best reading order of Discworld or the Aubrey-Maturin books, is ‘whatever first comes to your hand’ but for the people who don’t like that…)
tl;dr:
Daomu Biji is a series about tomb raiding. Think Indiana Jones or Lara Croft but much, much longer. The protagonist Wu Xie is deeply in love with BFF1 Zhang Qiling, a hundred-year-old cryptid, and BFF2 Wang Pangzi, who was stolen in a raid from another book series. It’s comic, tragic, horrific, zany, prone to musings on life, love, desire, attachment, and has many, many piss jokes. (‘Journey to the West but modern’ is maybe the other comparison I’d make.)
Notes:
– This guide is not talking about “quality”. All of the adaptations have their own strengths and weaknesses and tone can vary a great deal, which is to say, if one of them doesn’t suit you it’s likely something else will.
– Wacky endings, and plot threads that disappear unfinished and get picked up a long time later, are as inherent to the franchise as the piss jokes.
– It’s common for the dramas to introduce characters and subplots a lot earlier than the books do. Sometimes we’ll see a character introduced ‘for the first time’ on multiple occasions and strangely familiar scenes. I’ll try to point out the biggest continuity clashes as I go.
The Soft Entry:
There are a few movies that are entertaining as standalones but will introduce various characters and background. I would recommend:
Escape from the Monstrous Snake + Mystery/Grave of the Abyss – two monster movies featuring Hei Xiazi, a supporting character. He’s a pragmatical mercenary who’s going blind in kind of a weird way, and goofy as hell when he isn’t tiptoeing over a vast abyss of existential dread. So many fun action scenes.
Time Raiders (2015) – so there are some textual clues that late in his career Wu Xie wrote this story as a memory-jogger for an amnesiac friend. The plot is a freewheeling wild ride which doesn’t directly match any book plot but introduces some major characters and how they relate to each other. It’s colourful and fast-moving. Enjoy, enjoy.
Conjuring Curse and Misty Creed are… theoretically set late in the series even if the actors look about twelve. Both work as stand-alone adventures, though Misty Creed is maybe a little deep in the lore. Again, colourful and fast-moving.
The Chronological Order
You could honestly start with most of these – they tend to come with a ‘what has gone before’ at the start or a newbie character that things get explained to. The only one I wouldn’t start with is Heavenly Palace in the Clouds, which is lovely but also the second half of a set and things won’t make sense if you haven’t seen Lost Tomb 2 first.
Lost Tomb 1 – a highly digestible 10-12 episode version of the Seven Star Lu Palace arc, ie. Baby’s First Adventure. Introduces A-Ning, Xie Yuchen, and Huo Xiuxiu early and a couple of og characters for Wu Xie to talk to instead of monologuing to himself. The restaurant scene at the end was raided from a later arc and you’ll see it again in Ultimate Note. A book character, Da Kui, was cut which is a small problem because how he died is a minor plot point discussed in Lost Tomb 2.
Lost Tomb 2 – covers Raging Sea, Hidden Sands (underwater tomb) and Qinling God-Tree (weird bronze tree in the mountains) plus a whole lotta side stories and original content exploring the world and foreshadowing later plots. Mooostly in continuity with Lost Tomb 1 (see Da Kui above) and made as a set with Heavenly Palace in the Clouds – they share resources and a lot of actors, and some threads begun here are finished in Heavenly Palace.
Heavenly Palace in the Clouds – covers the Mt Changbai arc, a journey up a mountain to find a very old, very grand tomb. This was made so close to Lost Tomb 2 that LT2 borrows shots from Heavenly Palace and not the other way around, which is fascinating because it pointedly contradicts the last five episodes of LT2. It also brings forward some plotlines originally from the Tamutuo and Zhang Family Old Pavilion arcs (San-shu’s past in the underwater tomb, and the Huo Family videotapes) dragging some characters on-screen and forcing them to talk about their feelings, which they would clearly rather die than do. Given those plot-tweaks and the early, deliberate continuity clash, I’m tempted to call this a Canon Parallel Universe. Got some interestingly chewy character dynamics and luverly, luverly set design.
Mystic Nine – This is a prequel about Zhang Qishan – Fo-ye – and his peers, but later dramas expect us to know who Fo-ye was so I’m sticking it here. Kinda… picaresque? Lots of action scenes and Republican-era flavour and various factions jostling for power – kinda feels like an old-school wuxia story, only set in the 1930s with all that glorious Republican-era styling. Has some unfortunate cut scenes – the details of how Fo-ye recovered at his family’s house don’t make a lot of sense in the aired version, and there are a couple of missing fights in the penultimate episode. Shrug. Still a lot of fun. Comes with four side movies about supporting characters.
Ultimate Note – Covers the Tamutuo arc (a trip through the jungle) and two-thirds of the Zhang Family Old Pavilion arc (investigating Zhang Qiling’s past is like kicking a hornet’s nest). Very, very flirty and has some zippy-zip action choreography. Politely ignores Lost Tomb 1–Heavenly Palace continuity (Xie Yuchen is, once more, introduced for the first time, now with a romantically coded friendship arc) and brings in a lot of cameos from Mystic Nine and Sand Sea, which it was filmed after. Kinda tiptoes around parts of the book plot, which I suspect would be hard for anyone to film, re: Fo-ye’s actions in the 1960s. Fair warning, this ends on a cliffhanger. This is also where the Xinyue Restaurant scene appears again – two cakes!
Tibetan Sea Flower – If Tibetan Sea Flower ever airs, it will go here.
Sand Sea – Based on the Sand Sea novel. After Tibetan Sea Flower, Wu Xie goes into a bit of a decline and makes that the world’s problem. We the audience, plus Li Cu and Liang Wan, EDIT: a lovely doctor, are pretty much dropped in media res into a number of ancient conspiracies and complicated plots coming to a head in the manner of a boil. It’s weird; it’s messy; it’s mad fun. Like Mystic Nine, has a lot of factions jostling for power and colourful jianghu characters. We will, once more, see the Xinyue Restaurant scene. Also has some side movies.
Time Raiders – The textual hints that suggest Wu Xie wrote this, suggest he wrote it around Sand Sea-era, when his life was a bit complicated. I’m putting it after Sand Sea because I believe it caps a conversation that, ah, doesn’t quite make it into the drama. But notionally this is where it should go. Ah…. at one point, someone tells a story about an ancient ruler, King Mu of Zhou, who sought immortality from the Queen of the West in Tamutuo. The longer book conversation suggests that a) King Mu of Zhou engineered a “trap” for someone like Wu Xie to fall into in the future, and b) that Iron Mask Scholar, a villain from Lost Tomb 1, was an alias that King Mu of Zhou used in the Warring States Era. Which makes some of Iron Mask Scholar’s appearances in Time Raiders… interesting.
Reunion: Sound of Providence – sometimes known as Reboot. Having peaked in badassery in Sand Sea, Wu Xie has to consider what his life is going to be now, and also, he would like to track down a missing family member. So this was tweaked to make it more accessible to new viewers (so some parts of the back-story are not mentioned or conflated for simplicity) and that mostly works but I did find watching this first and then picking up the earlier dramas a bit of a mindscrew. Zhu Yilong is, however, a powerful draw and the rest of the cast sparkles. Probably best to think of Season 1 as two short seasons jammed together, which is to say, once the Warehouse 11 arc starts there are a number of characters who won’t reappear until Season 2. It’s a fun arc even so. Season 2 ends with a badass action scene and then a big party, which I think is a great way to end a story.
Escape from the Monstrous Snake, Mystery/Grave of the Abyss, Conjuring Curse, Misty Creed – these are all theoretically set around or after Reboot-era, though they can certainly be watched as stand-alones.
#daomu biji#dmbj#the lost tomb#lost tomb 2#heavenly palace in the clouds#mystic nine#ultimate note#sand sea#sound of providence#conjuring curse#misty creed#escape from the monstrous snake#mystery of the abyss
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@the-ultimate-muses | CONTINUATION
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“I was calling you a bitch,” the mechanic clarified, out of the goodness of his heart, still muffled be the scarf. “And that your mom’s a ho— actually no, your mom seems nice. You’re the hoe.” He’s still not removing the scarf. “You’ve been on that computer this whole time doing whatever it is you’re doing. I’m getting hungry.” It was the other’s responsibility to make sure he’s fed, apparently.
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Importing my Twitter musings for maximum emotional damage. I’m . . . sorry? 😬
@jaynovz actually inspired this because we were talking about memories and trauma and how they relate to Silver in our chat for her episode of Reading Between the Lines Podcast. She mentions memories in a vault, which got me thinking about how James is doing the exact same thing. Oh! Which made me realize something else! Holy shit . . . that’s WHY he prods Silver for his past! That’s why he tells him how important all parts of him are, his present, his past, his trauma, it’s all important to embrace. Why?? It’s a lesson he learned from Miranda. One of the last.
Okay, I’ll stop screaming and just continue with my Twitter thread . . .
Once again thinking about how those flashbacks dance around James’ and Thomas’ love story up until episode 2X05. You can certainly hold to the belief that the only reason was to drop that twist mid-season, but let’s think about how we engage with memories.
Some memories are so overwhelming that we avoid them. We don’t have time for them. We tuck them away in a drawer in the darkest corner of our mind where we are convinced we will be safe from them. That’s all well and good if those memories aren’t shared with anyone else.
The flashbacks, we realize very early on, aren’t simply exposition. They exist in Flint’s present reality; memories triggered by Flint’s quest seemingly nearing its end . . . Thomas’s dream finally within his grasp. Equally important, they are triggered by Silver.
It’s very important to remember that we don’t get a single flashback until they are triggered by Silver working with Flint. He begins to remember Thomas because Silver reminds him, not of Thomas, but of himself. He’s now understanding how much of Thomas he’s embodied himself.
In season one, Miranda chastises James for never addressing his loss. For tucking Meditations on a shelf and hiding it away from himself. He’s angry not just because she shared that book with Richard Guthrie, but because she’s reminded him of its very existence.
The flashbacks are all from Flint’s perspective, as he’s focused on his goal. He’s remembering their vision for Nassau, pushing on that bruise to continue spurring him onward, no matter the cost, no matter the casualties. He never brings up Thomas by name. Not once.
It’s Miranda who brings him up by name. Miranda who is desperately trying to get him to remember the love. Remember the true reason he’s doing what he’s doing. She knows he can’t. It’s too much. It’s too painful. And so every single flashback is from Flint’s perspective . . .
Until episode 2X05. When we see that dinner scene with Alfred Hamilton again, when we see that first kiss, it’s Miranda who is thinking of it. That’s HER memory of it because James still can’t look at it. It’s like staring into the sun.
The writers weren’t skirting around the reveal, it was simply being told to us by a character too traumatized to give us the whole story. We needed Miranda’s perspective. She hands him the book and it’s the inscription that finally breaks him. Finally gets him to open that drawer.
But the memories tucked inside that drawer are not Miranda’s. He doesn’t go back to the dinner scene, to that kiss. What we see is what Miranda didn’t see. We see James’s memories of the book.
He couldn’t look at that book because it wasn’t the memory of a tender first kiss at dinner, it was the unbearable intimacy of sharing that book, the private intimacies and love that’s had time to breathe for a bit. Miranda calls it shame because she doesn’t have those memories.
So while it’s true that Black Sails was planned to build up to this reveal from its infancy, it’s equally true that James’s story is told in one of the most organic and ultimately honest narrative arcs I’ve ever seen.
So much of the beauty of this show is derived from the absolute mastery of the writers creating at the very peak of their craft and we should all remember that, during a time when those same creators, who have given us so much, are fighting to be compensated fairly.
Black Sails is the gift that keeps on giving, and onion one might never reach the center of. Considering all of this, I’m beyond excited to see what we are served up with the Percy Jackson series. If it’s anywhere close to the quality of Black Sails, we’re in for a real treat.
#black sails#captain flint#toby stephens#james flint#john silver#james mcgraw#luke arnold#long john silver#black sails meta#silverflint#flinthamilton#rupert penry jones#thomas hamilton#louise barnes#miranda hamilton#miranda barlow#emotional flailing#reading between the lines podcast
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𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙏𝙊𝘽𝙀𝙍 ‘𝗢𝟯 ; 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙂𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙏𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙀 [STUCK IN WALL + SWEAT]
this was a bit delayed sorry >:( this is a bit more tame really (update maybe not).
warnings ;; groping, stuck in wall ish (more like underneath a log really, sweat, somewhat knife play, humilation ish, possible mild language, (this is just a roleplay scenario), dubious consent, hints at CNC etc
by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.
𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥;
It’s quiet, unnaturally so, aside from the accompaniment of cicadas and crickets. Your friends, if he could call them that at this point, had just managed to escape the realm albeit with heavy wounds in doing so.
Dead leaves crunch underneath the heels of his leather boots, he crouches lowly in front of you, tilting his head in something akin to fake sympathy. It wasn’t usual for him to stumble across a plaything, stuck in the undergrowth and bushes, wedged from the waist upwards between rotting planks and water-logged soil. Not exactly the most ideal of situations, he’ll admit.
You’d made some sort of attempt to haul yourself, signalled by the thick dirt caking the underneath of your fingernails, as well as the sweat coating your brow and clothing. Wearily, at his presence, you glance up at him, grimacing at the strain on your neck.
“Looks like someone has gone and got themselves a little bit stuck. Would you, uh, like some assistance there, toots?”
Face down, you let out a small huff. Defiant. He could work with that.
Tutting, he playfully twirls his knife between gloved fingertips.
“Is that a no, then?”
You seemingly go to form the words silently, lips pursing in a just about pronunciation (or a potential retort) to turn him down. Embarrassed. Yet, surprisingly you respond with a soft, ‘Please.’
Defeat was a good look on you.
“C’mon, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Ask and you shall receive; your wish is my command.”
As you visibly slump further into the dirt (most likely in both relief and exhaustion), he sets his camera, flashing red, on a nearby tree stump and stands up, bringing himself to full height, heading around to the other side. It’s clear you’ve been stuck there for some time (or rather, left behind), most notably by the torn clothing, drenched in sweat and the slivers of flesh peeking through the worn seams.
It’s a shame you were unaware of the smile on his lips, underneath his mask, grinning like the cat who caught the cream.
Grasping around your calves, securely, he tugs harshly, jerking you backwards - and ultimately, wedging you further in, now pinned face down from your upper back. You wince in the process though, grunting at the force, most likely being left with one or two splinters.
Muffled by the undergrowth, he can barely catch your words, managing to piece together a, “Did it work?”
Snickering quietly, he finishes off, carefully drawing his blade across the fraying edges of your jeans, cutting away through the belt hoops and into the threading of the back pockets.
(It sure did).
You’re wriggling much more now, the heels of worn trainers digging into wet soil, trying to gain some leverage to ease yourself from the dry rot. Or maybe, you’re uncomfortable at the lack of a response. Either one is understandable, he muses.
“Hello? Are you still there- What did you do? You, you said you were going to help me-”
“And, I am helping. Y’know patience is a virtue, toots.”
Gloved hands trail across the exposed skin, groping at it. Instinctively.
“Hiding this away? That’s a bit of a shame really; you’re awfully soft down here. Easy on the eyes,” it’s nothing but a whisper now, hints of mirth present - he hasn’t finished playing with you yet. So naive. He digs his fingertips into the fat of your thighs, stroking up and down leisurely.
“Stop. Please, I don’t-”
But, the plea goes unheard, blatantly, and he carries on the conversation, purposefully oblivious to your growing unease.
“You see, I had a dream similar to this. This exact situation, toots. Little ‘ole you trapped by your own stupidity. Maybe the Entity, with the whole eldritch shtick going on, might’ve granted me a little blessing. What do you think? And, it’s no real fun if only one of us is consenting, no? Might as well cut me some slack and make it a bit easier; but then again, I love when you play hard to get. So mean, aren’t you? Now, first things first, call me Danny.”
#kinktober#kinktober 2022#kinktober with qtipcottonbuds#dead by daylight#dead by daylight ghostface#ghostface#DBD#DBD Ghostface#dbd smut#jed olsen#danny johnson#gender neutral character#gender neutral reader#gender neutral y/n#gender neutral insert#ghostface x reader#ghostface x gender neutral reader#ghostface x male reader#ghostface x female reader
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The Ultimate Thread Of Koincidences (2021) Part 3
Here's the part 3 of my thread since I reached the photo limit...again.
If you haven't read part two. Go read it before reading this one! (X)
Those are all the Kaylor evidences I could find for that year. If I've forgot some, don't hesitate to tell me so I can add them!
If you haven't read the posts for the other years, I highly suggest you do before reading this one:
Fall 2019 (X)
2020 Part 1 (X)
2020 Part 2 (X)
2021 Part 1 (X)
2021 Part 2 (X)
As always, I'll include link to more informations on certain piece of Kaylor Lore as we go, so some Koincidences are easier to understand. When there's a (X) beside something, it's to give you more context and help you understand better.
Here's the link to the incredible Masterposts that helped me do this one: (X) (X)Afficher davantage
Septembre 2021:
Septembre 17th:
Taylor posts a TikTok hinting at Red (Taylor's Version) and 1989 (Taylor's Version). (X)
She winks with her left eye (Eye Theory) (X)
There's a Glitch in the video.
Glitch easter egg? (X)
People said in the comment that it made them think of the Bad Blood MV...Karlie is in the MV.
At the start of the video. Taylor is painting her nails Red.
A couple of days later in another TikTok we see that she also painted her toe nails red. (X)
Interesting because Karlie posted a video in her Story on Septembre 10th with Red fingers and toes nails. The. Exact. Same. Red.
And it's not over.
Because in that video Taylor wears about the same outfit as when she recorded King Of My Heart...on Karlie's birthday.
Also.
On that day. Taylor releases Wildest Dreams (Taylor's Version).
First song out of 1989 (Taylor's Version) and this song is about Karlie...
And if you zoom in on the shirt. You see that there is double Ks embroided on it.
October 2021:
October 5th:
Eye Theory in Karlie's Instagram's Story:
October 26th:
Taylor posts her fall TikTok. (X)
She wears her famous "Le Duo" necklace with "The artist and The muse" (X)
October 29th:
Eye Theory in Karlie's Instgram's Story. (Still inchteresting red fingernails)
October 31st:
Halloween.
Taylor goes out in the West Village with Blake's children. Dressed up as a Squirrel.
Karlie goes with Levi. Dressed up as Batman.
This is rather interesting...
This was a fanmade cover posted in 2011 (X)
Not their first time cosplaying DC characters...
And it's even more interesting because in her 2019 Musicians On Musicians Interview with Rolling Stone (that we talked about in the 2019 thread). (X)
Taylor talks EXACTLY about that with Paul McCartney.
How he could go spend Halloween with his kids wearing masks...
Here:
Swift: But I think that in knowing him and being in the relationship I am in now, I have definitely made decisions that have made my life feel more like a real life and less like just a storyline to be commented on in tabloids. Whether that’s deciding where to live, who to hang out with, when to not take a picture — the idea of privacy feels so strange to try to explain, but it’s really just trying to find bits of normalcy. That’s what that song “Peace” is talking about. Like, would it be enough if I could never fully achieve the normalcy that we both crave? Stella always tells me that she had as normal a childhood as she could ever hope for under the circumstances.
McCartney: Yeah, it was very important to us to try and keep their feet on the ground amongst the craziness.
Swift: She went to a regular school .…
McCartney: Yeah, she did.
Swift: And you would go trick-or-treating with them, wearing masks.
McCartney: All of them did, yeah. It was important, but it worked pretty well, because when they kind of reached adulthood, they would meet other kids who might have gone to private schools, who were a little less grounded.
November 2021:
November 15th:
I Bet You Think About Me MV.
Sooooo much about that MV.
Taylor's dress being about the same as Karlie's Met Gala one.
Josh's lookalike AND Mickey's.
Taylor "spills" champagne when there's a close up on Mickey's lookalike.
Josh, Mickey and Karlie
Mickey, Karlie and Josh's lookalike
Taylor spills wine while doing a close shot on Mickey's lookalike.
Taylor gives her red Scarf to Karlie's lookalike. And the girl is really pleased by this.
And so much more to say...
Novembre 23rd:
Taylor releases a TikTok of Champagne's Problem (X)
The hand that appears of the person filming is not Blake's hand.
Let's compare Blake's hand with the hand on the video:
Source: purplepinksky on Twitter (X)
And now let's compare Karlie's
Source: purplepinksky on Twitter
December 2021:
December 13th:
Taylor celebrates her birthday and wears the Victoria Secret Angel Ring (X).
Source: 9w1ft
There you have it!
All the Koincidences I could find for 2021.
There was a lot.....
Let me know if some are missing! I'll add them.
#kaylor#lsk#gaylor twitter#koincidences#gaylors#gaylor swift#gaylor theory#gaylor#gaylor of twitter#lgbetty
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18+m looking for some avatar the last airbender / the legend of korra rps‼️
the pairings i’m interested in writing are as follows (with my muse bolded!):
zuko x sokka (🤲 holding them so gently)
varrick x zhu li (my beloved)
bolin x/& anybody i literally love him sm
toph x/& anybody i also love her sm
hoping to create a plot together, however i can offer up some ideas if need be to get us started! of course looking to include themes like hurt/comfort, angst, complicated feelings, canon and its innate urge to hurl traumatizing events at children etc, but i’m also looking to include more lighthearted themes like fluff, comedy, general adoration (because i just cannot contain my love for each character from this universe), and the like! i don’t have many limits and i love multimuse plots so i’m open to hearing out any ideas you might have :)
for future partners: i’m a laidback writer! i can write around 500~1000 words a reply, but ultimately i will always match my partner! quality>quantity and all that (as long as it’s more than a couple sentences). i don’t really do rapid fire responses (unless we’ve agreed on a specific kind of thread) so please be aware that i may not respond every day! but i absolutely love brainstorming, sharing headcanons, and just generally gushing about our characters & our plot, so you won’t have to worry about me being unengaged. if any of this sounds like you, then i’m sure we’d get along great!
i rp on discord! if any of this interests you, interact and i’ll reach out🏃🏃
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