#That's Your Queue Mistress!

[wildelydawn]

WIKTOBER: Open for Submissions. | A KinnPorsche: the Series Fanfic.

This sixth chapter references milkfic. Please read the end notes for further information.

Summary:

Chay runs an annual fic fest for WIK, a popular singer. Kim, a lurker in his own fandom, becomes an admin.

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[kabr0ztrousers]

Hi!! I absolutely love your writings!!

I have an idea for a fic if you’d be interested/willing?

I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a Male Naga x Female Naga reader breeding smut fic?

Where the reader is coming into season and she’s very fussy about the male she wants and after rejecting some young males a really large dark scale colour male with scars from territorial fights/battles/hunts and maybe a missing eye? (Maybe he’s also older than her ���) Shows interest in her and starts trying to court her (by bringing things that the reader shows interest in or needs like books or flowers or crystals and he hunts for her)

And after a few weeks of this courting (the male is very patient and gentlemanly with the reader) the reader decides that she likes this male and they breed (smut would be nice but I totally understand if it’s hard to write or you don’t feel comfortable! Fluff is good as well)

And maybe a little bit on how the reader might move a bit slower or her tail is wider due to the eggs in her before she lays them? And then how the male becomes more territorial/possessive of the reader/the eggs/the readers territory (maybe the male hisses/lunges at literally everything that comes too close to what’s his)

But please if you don’t feel comfortable writing this or if it’s too long or anything feel free to ignore this!!!

I hope you have a lovely day and keep up all the good work! But don’t forget to take breaks and take care of yourself!!

Kabr0z Writes episode 121: Battle-scarred

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

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CWs: age gap; impregnation;

A/N: Back to requests! There's a lot in the queue, and more requests coming in, so if you have an idea, please please please get it in sooner rather than later!

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You opened your book and lit a stick of incense, breathing in the citrus-scented smoke. You'd chased the last one off with a simple lightning charm, smoke and mirrors really, but more than enough to put the frighteners on a pair of youngsters who didn't understand how far out of their league they were trying to court. Yes, it was that time of the year, but you weren't in a hurry to lay a brood, and you certainly weren't going to mate with the first bright-scaled Naga who came along. You're a Hermetic of significant skill and talent, mistress of force projection, capable of bending the fabric of the world to your whim.

Not a cheap whore.

A crystal lit up in the corner of your vision. The proximity triggers. Another kid getting too close to your wards. You sighed and tapped your eyelids, casting your sight to the hidden gate of your tower where the ward had tripped. That's when you saw him.

Big, covered in deep emerald scales that spoke of age and experience. What wasn't scale was scars, criss-crossed and jagged, one particularly vicious one raking over his blinded right eye. He was carrying something. He set it down by the gate, turned, and left.

Weird.

You focused a second, co-locating the parcel to you, then allowing it to slip through the gaps in reality, materialising fully on your lap. A crystal, of not insignificant size. You'll definitely find a use for this. For now though, it goes on the shelf, and you go back to your book.

The next day, he was back. This time, he left a parcel of smoked meat. The day after it was a parcel of scrolls, after that a verbena's book of shadows. You have no idea how he got hold of one of those.

A week passed, every day he'd leave a gift, an offering of greater or lesser value, but always delivered with reverence. One day the familiar chime warned you of an intruder on your grounds, your gift-giver. You touched a glyph and dispelled the glamour on the gate, letting it swing open for him. He paused, then stepped in under your watchful eye.

You guided him through your garden, towards the base of your tower where you met him at last, face to scaled face.

He looked at you, head tilted down to meet your gaze, saying nothing.

"So, we finally meet" you spoke first. It broke the mystique a little, but you weren't just going to stand there and have a staring contest

"We do" He sounded like he looked, broad, deep, and old

You paused a moment before speaking again "You left gifts. Why?"

He regarded you, blinking slowly, gathering himself "I had heard stories. They say a goddess lives here"

You blushed a little. A goddess? That's a new one on you. You'd heard witch, demon, you'd burned the tongue out of the last man to call you a snake, but you'd never been called a goddess.

"Are you her, the one who accepted my gifts?

You smiled, "I am. Now what would you do, having met your goddess?"

He took your hands in his. His large, calloused fingers closing around yours as he stared into you

"Worship"

He lifted you up with his heavily muscled arms, carrying you to a grassy clearing and laying you down.

You watched him as he slowly disrobed you, carefully pulling off the fine silks and setting them reverently aside. His skin against yours made you feel dizzy, your breath shallowing as the cool air caressed you. His clothes were a lot easier to get him out of: a simple tunic and a brown linen kilt to cover his lower quarters, the long snakish tail protruding from the bottom. It all went together with buckles, a few deft clips and he was as nude as you.

He was panting. Your breath was shallow and fast. You ran your hands over his scarred body, feeling the lines of battles hard-won scribed across his torso, following them with your gaze. A finger pushed your jaw upwards, closing your mouth and bringing your gaze to his. Your hand reached down, feeling the thick cock that was slipping from his lower abdomen, feeling yourself grow warmer, anticipating him. You rolled him over, taking your place on top of the wide serpent-man whom you had chosen. Your slit pressed against his length for a moment, before accepting it.

Your hips rolled over him, your body working as his hands still crept over your form. You couldn't help but gasp as he hit the best parts in you, making you squirm and moan. He held your waist, guiding you over him, lifting his hips to help you grind him against your back walls, hissing with delight as his tapered tip tickled your cervix. You felt him swelling within you, holding you down to him as you brushed his chest with your fingertips. You felt warmth start to flow from him as he gasped, filling you with seed. Your body responded, squeezing and pulsing, drawing him into you as you wrapped your tails around one another, holding chest to chest, kissing deeply as he fertilised you.

You relaxed into him, feeling him as you wound back down in one another's arms, listening to the rhythm of his heart before you looked back up at him

"So... Tea?"

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This one was tricky to get right, and I'm still not the happiest, just needed to get something out!

Thus perfect must stop being the enemy of good, and we get another published episode for the series.

[ghostlycod]

MDNI

what if reader is some Russian oligarch’s daughter (yknow, old money) and due to her parents supplying information to the task force, their daughter (you) comes under threat, so until the motherfucker who’s out to get your family is taken care of, they demand that you be placed in a safe house under SAS protection

queue weeks of hell for the guys being trapped in a safe house with your boujee, high maintenance, Russian princess-type ass. fucking 20 step evening routine, 10 step skincare, walking around in that creepy white paper cucumber mint face mask at night when the lights are off, doing yoga to “uplifting beats synth princess pop” music at the ass crack of dawn, bringing your own all organic gourmet fruits and veggies because you refuse to eat whatever bullshit they have stocked at the safe house, demanding special treatment for His Royal Highness Mister/Mistress Snuffles (your dog or cat (or both)).

and oh the attitude on you. spoiled, boujee, and picky. it’s not that you’re rude altogether, you don’t even say anything when you’re displeased really. you just expect certain things and turn your nose up when they refuse. no commentary necessary, your disapproval is clear even when it’s nonverbal. doesn’t that just make them sooo angry. Sooo frustrated. puts thoughts in their head like maybe someone needs to fuck that attitude right out of you. precious perfect spoiled little princesss, you’ve never had it rough, have you? but these are rough men, not used to comfortable and soft things, and they won’t go easy on you

maybe it’s not them stuck in here with you. maybe it’s you stuck in here with them.

[kyri45]

Can you do another q&a

Sure thing

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 18/02✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@snsp6 ha chiesto: Don’t know if this was answered but what was the inspiration for bio parents au??

no inspiration. just my stupid brain not being able to like something without taking my whole life.

@roseltelle ha chiesto: Are you ok with AUs I was thinking about writing a fanfic. Basically with a younger Mk. Events of the show haven't happened yet, Wukong and Macaque aren't on ok terms yet (Slow Burn) unlike the show.

I don't think I understood. You're asking if you can do an AU of my AU?

@mistress-of-nightmares ha chiesto:YOU MENTIONED YOU HAD MK'S FINAL OUTFIT READY SINCE LIKE SUMMER, IS IT GOING TO BE THIS PRINCE-RELATED THEMED??? (sorry for all caps it just came to me and I screamed)

that's not the only one I already had in mind.

@shaya21 ha chiesto: Hey kyri I have a question maybe that was already ask and you answer it, so sorry if you did but does macaque, wukong and mk purr in your au ? When they are really relaxed and with someone they trust, like mk when he fall asleep in redson arm in the last chapter. That’s all And thanks you for making such a good au, that’s something I really appreciate (my life his based on😅)

No I don't think they purr.

@mysticanchorcheesecake ha chiesto: I just wanted to say.. I LOVEEE UR ART AKCIFdkfkdKckd!!! *Calms down mentaly* i a HUGE fan of ur parenting au.. thats it luv u ^^

Thank youu!!!!

@kilani-123 ha chiesto:Does Mk know that Wukong and Macaque are still engaged?👀

no

@deafeningcolortastemaker ha chiesto: Hi Kyri45!!!I have a little question for you and for Spicynoodleshipping.....WILL THERE BE MORE MK AND RED SON KISSED???I'm very worried. I really love spicynoodleshipping, and I would like you to release some pictures of spicynoodleshipping more often.😆 Well, good night to me, since it's 11 pm in Russia.Well, good! It's time for me to sleep, until the next Kyri45 meeting!!!

yes

@angelsbunnies ha chiesto: Was MK freaking out when he got sucked back cause he couldn’t finish adding more details to his little doodle?

poor baby yes he was.

@metalheaded-freak ha chiesto: Kyri, I just wanted to say… thank you, for creating the Bio Parents Au, it’s been such an emotional journey and honestly? If it wasn’t for you then I wouldn’t have gotten into the fandom the way I did. I guess what I’m trying to say is, you were the gateway for me to fully embrace this fandom and not be afraid to show what I do, so once again thank you!

awww tysm!!!

@ddle-lrd ha chiesto: GELLO (help gello lol) IM A HUGE FAN OF YOUR SHADOWPEACH BIO PARENTS AU AND CURRENTLY TAKE YOUR ART COURSE! I really wanted to know if the series will (unfortunately and reasonably) come to an end? Will S9 be the last or second last? (Like before the last season) Again, big fan and big supporter of your art even though i can’t support you financially besides the art course -L0S :))))

Awww tysm for all the support!

Also yes the Part 9 is the last part of the main story.

@peachy-pies-random-stuff ha chiesto: Hi Kyri! Me and my partner have been reading the Shadowpeach bio parents AU together and we're both addicted to it! Also the thing you said about writing uncharted territories..... Should we all be worried??? 🤨🤨🤨

I mean.... yes and no?

@land-of-frogs-and-dragons ha chiesto: Your monkie kid au is gonna get me to watch Lego monkie kid ngl,,,, saw your au on TikTok and went "oh I can't NOT watch this" and haven't regretted it since. 10/10 I love your art style and you draw mk's hair so fluffie I love everything about your art style and your au

thank you! heheh he has fluffy hair.

@pensoul2 ha chiesto: I was looking back at the LMK Bio AU and Redson's hair. His hair got me wondering if he ever tried cutting it. Would the scissors or the object cut his hair melt?

omg I want to believe that yes, if his hair is too hot it would melt the scissor. But I also like to think that they aren't really made of hair. It's they fluctuate between solid and plasma.

@shaya21 ha chiesto: Hiiiiiii I wanted to ask, you drew redson in bloom outfit from Winx. Do you think you can do macaque in musa outfit ? Oh and thanks for your amazing shadowpeach bio parents au it's amazing

@mysticewya already did the whole wix club team as LMK character, you should check them out.

@onyxxess ha chiesto:hiii!! ive been a fan of your artwork for a whole, esp the shadowpeach bio parent au. theres one thing i havent been clarified withCan we make edits of your art and post it on other socials like tik tok or insta?? (with creds)i would really love editing your artwork!

Yes you can. with credit. I'm both "kyri45" on IG and TT

@misagiiza ha chiesto: Hi Kyri45! My name is Izadora and I'm a huge fan of yours. I'm Brazilian and would love to translate your comic so other people could have the opportunity to know your talent!

Thanks, Iza.

Hello Izadora, there's already user "wukong_lmk" on TikTok that's doing the brazillian translation

@twilight-bai-he ha chiesto: Will we see a dance party in the celestial realm lol 😆🩷🩷😊

yup

hellopollon ha chiesto: Wait, so Macaque's scroll is close to theirs too or...?

Yup!

@mkthemonkiekiddd ha chiesto: Have you ever thought about doing different lmk AU’s after the current AU youre working on? (Like for example, infection AU, swap Au, etc.)

mm nope. I prefer to keep building on what I've already created

@whatdaflippityfloppity ha chiesto: I absolutely adore your comics and the way you draw Nezha! (He's my favourite character and needs more screen time and ✨angst✨ T-T) Quick question; Is Nezha ever going to rebel against his father? 🥺 Maybe to like, stop his father from using the pagoda or something?

he did it in the past multiple times he will most likely do it again

[wildelydawn]

Whatever Pieces Come Your Way. | A KinnPorsche: the Series Fanfic.

Turns out I can't write a normal sized last chapter. Heed the rating change and the new tags.

Happy to say my KimChayMacau fic is finally done. Thank you to everyone who supported me through this story.

Summary:

Macau starts a reluctant friendship with Porchay, and then finds a little more when he helps Kim and Porchay reunite. Chapter Seventeen: Anyone Can Bottom.

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[thedoctornumber11]

Temporary Hiatus notice

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Answered Asks under the cut. Compiled these into one post because I have too many queued posts already.

[An update on this ongoing project—I finished all the excerpts. The queue keeps reaching the limit of posts allowed, so I'm just adding the final ones, but will run out within a few weeks. This blog will then be back to the normal queue.]

So glad to hear, thank you.

@oceanflowerbird Brought a smile to my face knowing this has become part of your day. Thank you for telling me. It's frustrating to read about what he had done. Even his own words can't save him, no matter how hard he tried to justify his actions (for instance, his letter to Sylvia's mother that he sent a month after her death). I avoided his writings like the plague for quite a while. But I finally read his poetry about Sylvia and letters a few years ago, primarily out of curiosity—What did he write to Sylvia in response to those love letters? How did he talk about her in his poetry and his letters? What did he write others during the affair? After Sylvia found out? What was he writing to his mistress throughout their affair? And after Sylvia's death? His letters to his children with Sylvia, if we isolate his role as a father in those precise moments, were the only pieces of his writing that made me think he was alright.

Yes, lovely stranger. I appreciate you asking. I'm hoping you are, too? This is one of my motivations why I wanted to finally do this project (been wanting to do this for years, actually, but kept procrastinating). A lot of Sylvia Plath's written work is actually full of hope. The ones that get a lot of attention are the more depressing ones, and that's understandable. But she was also full of humour. Though her humour was dark at times. In fact, the way that she described The Bell Jar, which a lot of people read as depressing (and it is, as well as quite problematic in certain parts), is as "a serio-comic", not "High Art, but it is good & funny", "a pot-boiler", "just practice", and once we read it through this lens, despite the topic, it does have its funny moments. How she talked about food and the fashion of the time usually makes me smile too. And the way she talked about her writing process can be quite inspiring. I'm still working on tagging the other quotes but here's what I have so far (the first line of links has a few older quotes from other authors, but the more recent ones are by Sylvia):

Hope 🌻 Happiness 🌻 Love 🌻 Nature 🌻 Food

...in love 🌻 ...being funny/sarcastic/glad 🌻 on...fashion 🌻 ...writing

And (I'm going to post this soon but here's a link) not a lot of people know, but she wrote a heartwarming children's book that was published posthumously and illustrated by Quentin Blake, who was best-known for illustrating Roald Dahl’s stories as well as the first Dr. Seuss book not illustrated by Seuss himself.

@onceuponabibliophisla Hi, I'm so glad to hear this, thank you! Got a few more in the queue.

Hi, happy to hear, thank you. Yes, you can read more about it in her letters, where she talked the most about it in detail. It's published in the 2nd volume of The Letters of Sylvia Plath (edited by Steinberg & Kukil). Here are a few excerpts:

The latest is the Ouija board we made; listen to this: we made a simple board by cutting out letters of the alphabet and arranging them in a circle on my coffee table, with a “yes” and “no” at opposite points, and put our fingers on a wine glass; we got the strangest answers, and worked & worked; all the heat went out of my arm—it must take terrific heat energy to move the glass from letter to letter; we got the most unusual spirits—named Keva (very infantile, who swore a good deal; said she lived “in core of Nerve”, both our nerves & belonged to both of us), then Pan, who told us there was a life after death, that he lived in “God-head” and claimed “Iv world enough”. (Letter to her mother, Sunday 28 October 1956)

Ted & I tried a new ouija character “G. A.” last night who claimed to be able to predict the football pools (a fortune of £75,000 is given away each week to the winner!) (Letter to her mother, Tuesday 13 November 1956)

We did our Ouija board for the first time in America & it was magnificent fun: responsive, humorous & very helpful. It seems to have grown up & claims it is quite happy in America, that it likes “life in freedom”, that it uses its freedom for “making poems”, that poetry is made better by “practise”. (Letter to her mother, Saturday 5 July 1958)

The ouija-board also told Ted to write about “Otters”, so he is doing so, & the beginnings sound quite good. (Letter to her mother, Saturday 5 July 1958)

Slowly, slowly, I write poems and they are about cadavers, suicides, Electra complexes, ouija boards, (Letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman, Friday 12 June 1959)

She only really became interested in it (and the occult, in general) under Ted Hughes' influence. He also regularly "hypnotized" her. After approximately this 3-year period, they largely seemed to stop using it.

@autumnbell32 Thank you 🌻 You put into words how I feel reading most his work, and especially when reading about what he did. It took awhile for me to finally read his letters and poetry, too (might not bother with his short stories/fiction). But yes, it really does give us a fuller picture of Sylvia's life.

Please, take all the time you need. It's going to be sad here for a few more weeks. As requested by someone, I did add content labels for a while, which hid the posts until you clicked to view, but then I kept getting messages that I shouldn't do that because it is literature, and shouldn't be censored. I do agree with them for the most part. But I'm not fully sure, considering tumblr's rules and all. Leaving it without the content labels for now.

See you again soon, dear stranger 💕

@facepalmmylifeu Oh, didn't even notice her birthday today. Do read more on her! I recommend the biography, A Lover of Unreason. It gives us a better insight into who she was and how she became such a woman, particularly in the first part about her upbringing. I think it was the best part of the book, but I didn't include excerpts here because I mainly chose parts that were relevant to Sylvia's story. At the beginning, there are instances where you feel bad for her, up until you read about her history of infidelity, the moment she meets Ted Hughes, their affair, the events after Sylvia's death, and of course, what she did to her own child—that feeling almost completely goes away. Unfortunately, the authors become a bit too subjective at certain points as well. The Collected Writings of Assia Wevill is also quite good. Her last letter to her father (and most of her writings toward the end of her life) is heart-wrenching and gives us her reasons for her final act. I've posted it in parts on this blog.

[xiyouyanyi]

Modern Era At Last: Spider Queen Special

My original idea for this AU starts with "Filling up the Celestial Realm", so we'll just say that S1 works more or less the same unless otherwise specified, and let the real diverging point start at the Spider Queen Special.

-Hell no, the trigram furnace isn't kept in the throne room, it is where it is in Tusita Heaven, Lao Tzu's place. And the place is quite empty and quiet when they aren't refining elixirs and the flames have been extinguished.

-Which means MK and Pigsy/Tang wouldn't be going to two different buildings, just two wings of the same building.

-It's also Lunar New Year, during which all the Kitchen Gods went back to submit their reports to the Celestial Host, so most of the officials and guards are gathered around the administrative halls.

-To celestials, it's more of a daily meeting, though. A.k.a. "Those last few hours where you are stuck in the office, desperately wishing you are somewhere else."

-Red Son has access to the place because PIF, as the former Grand Mistress of the Wind Bureau, keeps a backdoor key. The spider minions sneaked in by turning themselves tiny and latching onto the jet's wing before the formation activated.

-The gang landed in the Wind Bureau sky-harbor, right next to Lao Tzu's place, and immediately ran into Lady Hanzhi, known to Red Son as "Auntie Wind"——which, coincidentally, was not too far off from her most well-known title nowadays, Feng Po. 

"Please, that name makes me sound so old! Why not Sister Wind?"

-She acted like she always does: your overly helpful, enthusiastic, pushy aunt who seems to delight in embarrassing the youngsters, and immediately jumped to conclusions, asking Red Son if he was taking his cute dragon girlfriend on a date.

-Upon being met with an unambiguous "NO!" and some desperate attempts at backtracking ("We are just…not hating each other at the moment!") she chuckled, but was perceptive enough to understand they were in a bind, and immediately agreed to help out before Red Son even got the full story out.

-Naturally, that left Mei a little suspicious. "Uh, we are like, stealing your stuff? Ya' really don't have a problem with that?” 

-Hanzhi just laughed and was like, "You think I care about my job? Or want to be here? Even though Little Red's mother left me quite the mess to sort out, I'll take an old friend's kid over The Reasons We Are Here at any time of the year!"

-Which, to her surprise, failed to be assuring when she opened her Wind Sack and told Red Son and Mei to get inside.

"Okay, not to be mean or anything, but that's just…sus." "As suspicious as a bunch of mortals sneaking around in funny modern day robes? My, whenever I thought your fashion standards could not get any worse than these awful queues and melon hats…but ah, I'm rambling." "The point is, your friends are going into Tusita Heaven while the furnace is unlit. No one will be there, except for the new furnace-fanning boy and…That Lady." Hanzhi wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, the old witch with a broom. Pretty easy to fool, but remember, stay at least five Chi away from her, or your entire mission is a bust." "You two, however, are going into the Peach Garden. With actual guards and visitors, and one of my junior brothers as its new warden. You are not getting in, or out, without someone leading the way."

-Kui Mulang is still working as a furnace-fanning boy——he could have been done with it long ago, had he not intentionally fucked up during the Three Rhino Kings fight out of spite and got his sentence prolonged. When the place is not in use, he's put in a cangue and chained to a pillar in the storage room.

-When Pigsy and Tang entered the lab sector in search of the golden pill, he took the latter hostage through a combination of deception and the space-warping magic of stellar gods. 

"Now, hog, pick that vial of liquid off the shelf, and pour it on these chains," The Wood Wolf Star exposed his teeth in a feral grin, as he poked at Tang's back with the ethereal dagger,"very, very carefully. If you spill a single drop on me, my hand may just slip."

-Jiang Ziya's dead and deified ex-wife, Ma The Broom Star, makes an appearance as the cleaning lady on duty.

-She can passively curse people AND immortals with bad luck: not kill-your-entire-family, ruin-your-life level of bad luck like what the Taisui Star or the Dipper Mansion deities are capable of, but things like making people slip and fall on their butts, sneeze/burp at the most embarrassing time, arrive late to urgent meetings, etc.

(Also, firing comets out of her broomstick like a true witch.)

-MK, affected by her Aura of Inconveniences, fell right into the (unlit!) furnace while trying to sneak past her using the building's support beams. She heard the scream, but thought he was one of those bratty immortal acolytes and responded to his cries for help like the bitter old lady she was. 

"Serve you right for horsin' around, boy! Now sit in there and think about what you've done, till I'm done cleaning this place! Goodness gracious, I'm never so glad to have a daughter, not that my good-for-nothing ex-husband didn't try turning her against me, yeah, some Grand Master of Strategists you are, Jiang Ziya…"

-MK then committed the grave error of asking "Huh? Jiang Ziya? Who?" and was subjected to a long, incensed, caustic rant, most of which he tuned out for the sake of his own sanity.

-Meanwhile, at the Peach Garden: Hanzhi walked in without much of a problem, using the excuse that she is bringing her junior some tea right after getting dismissed from the meeting. Said junior is one of the 28 Lunar Mansions: Bi Yuewu of the White Tiger Mansion, a.k.a the Moon Crow Star.

-In ancient Chinese astrology, the Bi Star was seen as having power over rain, and the section of the sky it was in charge of housed the Tianyuan constellation, or "Heavenly Orchard". His Stellar Beast form, a one-legged crow, is based on Shang Yang: a mythical bird that would dance before every huge storm like a goofy weather forecast guy.

-He excels at controlling cloud formations, to the point he got "borrowed" by the Wind and Thunder Bureau more than some of the Water-aligned stars after deification. That did not translate to battle prowess, though, and he mostly relies on his formations to misdirect, trap and stall enemies for the rest of his team to handle.

-After Kui Mulang's sentencing, Star Lord Mao had taken over as the substitute leader of the White Tiger Mansion stars. As a fellow bird star and the anxious secretary to Zi Huohou's shy intern, Bi looked up to him, a lot. 

-Today happened to be his shift——one of the 28 Lunar Mansions is exempt from the daily meetings, to watch over their sector of the sky. Like most celestials, he was used to Hanzhi just walking around, finding people to chat the moment she was off-work, and wasn't surprised when she came out of the treasure storage room without her Wind Sack.

"Little Red, you've actually been here before, I trust you know where the kitchen is? Go there, grab a peach, get out, and please please please don't try to go into the garden proper if you can't find one. Just return to this room and wait, Auntie Hanzhi will handle it." As the shrill screech of a defensive formation triggering echoed through the pavilion, and Bi leaped out of his chair, Hanzhi could not help but sigh and thought, Of course these kids tried to go into the garden, why wouldn't they.

-Except they didn't try to go into the garden. It was the spiders, and a tiny immortal girl with an embroidered ball.

-Yep, it's Li Zhenying, Nezha's little sister, only mentioned once in JTTW! Here, she's a bit older and the holder of one of Nezha's magical weapons, the embroidered ball.

-In Zaju plays, this ball contains a shit ton of demons and evil spirits, subdued by Nezha and now working under his command, but that's not safe for kids so it just has a mouse inside now.

-Specifically, Lady Diyong, who's serving her prison sentence in there after her second capture and acts as Zhenying's unwitting hamster-slash-playmate. 

-The way the ball works: it can keep beings captive and enable the holder to use their powers, like a magical Pokeball. Once something is inside, it can only be released by the one who initially captures it.

-So Li Zhenying used Diyong's power to get under and past the defensive formation undetected, because…she's bored and wanted to practice some Cuju, and just happened to run into two very lost and frustrated spider demons.

-They decided to stalk Red Son and Mei together, in their mini-spider forms——it was the former who had the backdoor key, after all, and without that, they wouldn't be able to get back to the mortal realm safely after snatching up the three items.

-So they crawled into the Peach Garden and lay in wait. And waited. And waited. And no one came. Then, when they tried to leave, they couldn't, and kept circling back to the same place until a 12 year old popped out of the ground and yelled "Stop right there, bug people!"

-They laughed. They stopped laughing when one of them got sucked into the embroidered ball like a Pokemon. The sight of a huge, muscular spider guy desperately running away from a little girl was still pretty comedic, though.

-He didn't last for long. Diyong started screeching inside the ball because ewwwww, spider people, gross! She's not into that and she doesn't want them as her future neighbors! Get them out of here, at once! 

-Zhenying found her terror quite amusing, but ended up doing so because all the screaming was getting annoying. And that was what Hanzhi and Bi saw when they charged into the depth of the formation: Li Jing's youngest kid, swinging her toy around in a circle and sending two black dots flying into the sky.

-Hanzhi let out a silent Oh no at the sight. Bi let out a loud "You WHAT?!" as Li Zhenying explained her encounter with the spider people, and commented that pest control must be quite hard if all the bugs in here could grow into people. 

-Bi proceeded to have a nervous breakdown because I let a spider demon infestation happen right under my nose and trapped Devaraja Li's daughter inside my formations, oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm so dead.

-He was too busy curling up in a ball and rocking back and forth to notice Hanzhi slipping away, an immortal peach hidden in her sleeves, to retrieve Red Son and Mei. Back at Tusita Heaven, however, the rest of the gang weren't having a good time. 

-Ma had finished rambling about Jiang Ziya's great-great-however-many-times-great-grandson, the "Biggest Shame of Qi", and was about to narrate the start of their lineage's miserable downfall with a spiteful glee in her voice.

-MK asked her why she was so angry, which just made her more angry.

"Why am I so angry? Oh, I have no idea! Maybe it is because my bastard ex-husband wrote my name onto his oh-so-mystical-scroll and made sure I can't even DIE PROPERLY, boy! I raised his daughter after he divorced me and ran off to fight a war with his sorcerer friends, and this is how he repaid me——" "No, I mean, why are you so angry at people you've never met before? They are your kids and grandkids too, right?" "Exactly! I never got to meet them, and that's why they are a bunch of pathetic, dull-headed degenerates who got played like a fiddle by their own noble clans!" MK severely doubted that. "I never got to set them on the right path, grab them by 'em ears and scold them properly, match them up with good wives that weren't their own half-sister——for heaven's sake, that Duke Xiang, what was he even thinking?!" She paused. When she started speaking again, the indignance had drained away. "I never got to see any of them with me own two eyes, or speak to them, because I wasn't in their ancestral temple. I never got to meet any of them, and now they have been dead for thousands of years, and I…I couldn't even blame all of that on Jiang Ziya."

-For the first time since MK met her, the old woman fell silent. He was about to return to his own crisis of self-confidence when the entire furnace shook and violently toppled over, spilling him out onto the floor with a yelp.

"Go." She said, the tip of her broom still smoking, without sparing a single backward glance. "Scram back to your quarters, boy, before more of the Broom Star's bad luck rubbed off on you——"

-Then the lab's other wing exploded.

-Let's rewind back to the moment before this, when Kui Mulang was holding Tang hostage and threatening Pigsy into destroying his chains with a vial of corrosive chemicals. 

-With no other choice, he complied, and the moment the last chain came apart with a sizzle, Kui Mulang shattered the cangue via his Stellar Beast transformation——but not before trying to stick the dagger into Tang anyways and failing, due to his golden barrier triggering in a panic.

-Turns out, it was these magical chains that truly shackled him and his powers, and the cangue was just additional humiliation. 

"Ah, a thousand thanks to you," the beast's eyes narrowed into a slit, as it turned towards Tang, who was desperately trying to scramble away inside the golden bubble, "Golden Cicada. Now that you are a Bodhisattva, I bet your Body of Manifestation would taste even more divine."

-What ensued was a pure horror movie chase sequence, as the pair ran for their lives, toppling over shelves, throwing anything they could get their hands on at the Stellar Beast in the hope of slowing it down.

-The explosive reaction between two reagents did end up accomplishing that. Not hurting it permanently, but the big bang managed to draw Ma and MK's attention and stopped the former from asking too many questions.

-Turns out, being one of the 28 Lunar Mansions didn't actually protect you from the Broom Star's field of mundane bad luck.

-It wasn't enough to defeat Kui Mulang, and her comet attacks were doing no lasting damage, but he kept missing his targets by a tiny margin, or tripping and falling like a Looney Tunes character, or MK's staff just happened to knock a chunk of the ceiling loose and pin him down briefly…

-The problem was, her bad luck field worked on her allies too, and there were a lot of mutual misses and wacky fails, and the consequences were worse for MK than for their opponent.

-Red Son and Mei were on their way back with Hanzhi when they saw the commotion from afar; they basically dashed right into that one Community meme. 

-Hanzhi assessed the situation briefly, told them she'd deal with Kui Mulang, while they went and grabbed their mortal friends, as well as whatever they needed from the lab, fast. Then she stepped back and unleashed the full might of the Wind Sack.

-The giant AOE attack caught all three combatants, lifted them off the ground, and firmly slammed them into the nearest standing wall, allowing Red Son to grab a very disoriented MK and rush away in the chaos.

-The fight was still ongoing when the gang hurriedly dragged the furnace into their drone, activated Red Son's backdoor key, and blasted off into the mortal realm. It didn't last much longer after the Thunder Bureau reinforcements arrived, led by Heavenly Lord of the Nine Thunders, Wen Zhong.

-Wen Zhong was a loyal man of principle in life, even more so after his deification, when he was basically made the head of the Celestial Justice Department (Thunder Bureau isn't just in charge of weather, but also divine retribution and punishment.)

-He's what a lot of people think Erlang should act like: grim, serious, utterly dedicated to maintaining order and justice, and an absolute powerhouse (he also has a third eye, btw).

-Hanzhi knew she wouldn't be getting any leniency from her senior brother this time, so she didn't even try to argue when he ordered his Thunder Generals to detain everyone involved and take them away for questioning.

-Bi Yuewu was interrupted from his mental breakdown by Star Lord Mao, who, like the majority of officials, had just been released from their end-of-day meeting when the Thunder Bureau received an emergency message from Tusita Heaven and flew off in a hurry.

-Putting two and two together, he quickly guessed that their old squad leader had broken free, and went to gather the rest of the White Tiger Mansion stars for their own emergency meeting. Bi was the first person he seeked out, and the situation…didn't look all that great.

-But Rooster Man, being the good bro he was, listened patiently to Bi's story, and told him it wouldn't be a problem. He'd take Li Zhenying home to her brothers, let them come up with a cover story, while the spider problem…well, that was what his Stellar Beast form was for, wasn't it?

-A few miles below, two tiny spiders, still falling towards the mortal realm, suddenly heard a rooster's crowing and were struck by the worst headache they ever experienced.

[fideidefenswhore]

What are your thoughts on Anne's relationship with her uncle, the Duke of Norfolk? Do you think the assumption that they didn't get along is true, or perhaps has been exagerated?

The Duke of Norfolk was among the first and most premiere of the nobility to try to front the queue to be granted properties from the Dissolution in 1536. If Anne and him ever argued, it was probably over that.

If you look at the circumstantial evidence as separated by Chapuys’ spin on it , it doesn’t actually seem like it , does it? His daughter becomes a Duchess due to Anne’s ‘machinations’ and is her premiere lady who carries her train. His mistress is also among Anne’s retinue of ladies.

Retha Warnicke argues against the traditional view of their relationship, in both her biography on Anne and her chapter in Writing Biography: Historians and Their Craft. Granted that’s probably to be expected since she doesn’t rate Chapuys’ as a source (and she goes more in-depth as to why here). The historian Dale Hoak does the same.

What I will say is that their relationship has probably been read backwards, from that last day upon which he’s the grand chair of the jury who condemns her. While this isn’t quite as unfair as her relationship with her father (who condemned the men accused on the other jury, apart from George since he wasn’t a commoner) being judged so; it’s perhaps a bit unfair and due reassessment.

[lockes-woods]

Hiya! I'm shooting a shot here, maybe im lucky. Crocodile x reader x Nico Robin. I don't quite remember your prompts, tbh so i leave all that to you, i mean mistress and sir kink. But maybe you see my vision. 😅

Okay okay this will for sure end in smut, but my first thought is kinda fluff to angst to fluff to smut. After looking at the winter scenarios that are left is the prompt about celebrating the holidays with found family. Like crocodile and robin have been prompting the reader with different Christmas traditions and activities and the reader has been avoiding them and slowly becoming more withdrawn as they get closer to the 25th. Everything comes to a head when the reader reveals their bad memories associated with the holiday and croc and robin help the reader make new memories and show the reader how much they are wanted; queue smut.

Sorry this is a little rambly. Lmk if you had something different in mind

[wildelydawn]

A Hunger (Twisting my Stomach into Knots) | a KinnPorsche: the Series Fanfic.

Loosely inspired by several Tumblr posts/GIF sets (particularly this one) that are pro-Pete's Soft Tummy. This was my writing exercise for the day, so enjoy.

Summary:

Vegas has always seen Pete, even when others haven't. Even when all he could look at was Pete's body, wondering how it would feel. (Or: Five times Vegas notices Pete's soft tummy, and one time he gets to rest on it.)

Read the story here!

[echo-the-artist]

As stated before, the encounter with The Ocelots goes very differently.

Petra and Jack go into the tower, and the part where they notice the shadows dashing along remains the same, except with Petra breathing heavily, seemingly as a way to calm herself down (it's barely working), and then Nell reveals herself. "Well, what do we have here?"

The rest of The Ocelots reveal themselves shortly after. It seems every time Petra turns around, there are more people flooding the room, too many.

Some of them look angry, some tired and others look skeptical, but it all switches to uneasy and defensive once Petra's fury boils. She is ready to kill fight, and she will, the very moment they prove to be a threat. She may not have her sword, but Lady Smackdown and Mistress Mayhem should do nicely instead

And all it takes is for one to draw their blade. Petra steps forward, she almost attacks

"Stand down, Ocelots!" Calls out a familiar voice that makes Petra freeze in her tracks. The group parts like curtains on a stage, revealing none other than Lukas himself as he approaches the cursed warrior.

"Lukas!"

The blonde scans Petra, squinting as his gaze falls on her armor and gauntlet. "Well... This has been an interesting turn of events... We thought you were dead..."

"It'll take a lot to kill me."

Lukas did not share Petra's relief, or at least he doesn't show it. "Are you working with Jesse?" His voice grew bold with the change in subject, a side of him Petra never saw before.

"Lukas, we don't have time for thi-"

"Are you working with Jesse?" Lukas's voice raised, more commanding in tone

Petra flinched, but she didn't step back. She wasn't going to show fear, not around Lukas and definitely not around this many people. "No..."

Lukas's look softened a little. "Good, because we can't let Jesse keep doing what he's doing."

Petra had to take the moment Lukas took to tell Nell to stop tossing around some iron nuggets just to calm down. It's not his fault. He doesn't know.

"I reformed The Ocelots because I wanted to remind everyone of how things were like before,

"Lukas-"

"and most of all, I wanted to remind Jesse. Because the Jesse I know wouldn't go on some power trip, locking people up!"

"Lukas, would you please shut up and let me explain!"

Apparently that was the wrong choice of words, because like a wave, the Ocelots members raised their weapons, each aimed at the warrior. "Choose your words carefully, Petra."

"Ugh! Does this gauntlet look familiar to you?!"

Lukas, caught by surprise, turns his attention to the glove of the nether. "Jesse had one too... Are you-"

"No! Jesse got... The Admin stole his identity, and he's ruining Beacon Town!"

"wait... The golem in the prison... Is that really- all those horrible things he did... That wasn't really him?"

"it's true, friend." Jack finally speaks up. "My friend, Vos? The Admin did the same thing with him."

"but what about Jesse?"

Petra's head tilts forward, as if on queue, her gauntlet reacts, the netherrack spreads an inch, zapping her with its awful electricity. "I'm sorry..." Is all she can say.

The Ocelots, sharing looks of horror, though some held skepticism. But none of them matched Lukas's pain and guilt

"is this really true? This whole time he's been- oh my- we did nothing!" Lukas staggers back, his horror a stark contrast to the stern leader he was moments before. "He was next to us this entire time and we didn't even-"

His words were cut off by a sudden weight around him. It was Petra. Even to her own surprise, she had pulled him into a hug.

"We're going to set him free, Lukas. We're going to stop The Admin."

[awordifyouplease]

I’d really like a full-time lifestyle FLR with chastity, sph, cbt, behavioral training, corporal punishment and humiliation. I’m not sure, but petplay sounds so demeaning and hot… A little feminization and forced-bi and bi-encouragement, even if it’s only roleplay and imaginary ‘bulls’ in the form of huge toys that are bigger and better than me.

Only problem is our busy lives and demanding jobs make it hard to establish a baseline. Do you have any advice for me? For my Goddess?

This is so common an ask- frequent and very real- and even the most experienced lifestyle players have trouble sometimes.

I definitely recommend setting aside a time to discuss everything clearly and openly before anything else. Make sure you’re aware and understanding of each other’s goals. In the meantime, use the understandings you share to act on your own as a pathetic bitch slave with a caged clitty might do. Work some submissive behaviors into your everyday displays of admiration and service, like preparing a massage or footrub, pedicure, or make a nest with supplies for Mistress’s ‘private time’ and include favorite toys, fresh fruit or snacks, a cocktail… and queue up a video clip that matches her tastes.

Make up a sample schedule of everyday actions that display your desire for subjugation and wish to serve. Present it to her and request review and guidance. Take on as much as you can handle, and be conscious not to overwhelm or request what may feel like more effort than schedule allows.

Communicate, and be Safe, Sane, and Consensual ❤️