#wc : 177

[danfengfan]

青雀 — winning hand

synopsis : confessing over a winned game

qingque enjoys her games, especially if she gets to slack off work to play. she enjoys playing celestial jades with anyone, but she especially enjoys it when youre involved

she always enjoys playing with you, teaching you the many pairings you can use to win a game. although, she cant help but feel a bit confused. you were a co-worker of hers that never messed up, never slacked off, nothing of that sort. so why are you doing it now?

qingque dismisses her thoughts, too complex for her! she would much rather enjoy beating you in this match… if she had won

qingque's jaw dropped as she saw you managed to get a sap saam jiu as your winning hand

"sik wu! qingque, ngo oi nei!"

you finally raise your voice, something qingque doesnt see (well, hear) often but she cant help but blush as she realized what you said. qingque chuckles as a wide smile makes way on her face, her cheeks puffing up like marshmallows as the happiness reaches her eyes

"heh, i love you too!"

十三么 (sap6 saam1 jiu1) means "thirteen orphans" is a winning pairing in hong kong mahjong

食糊 (sik6 wu4 / sik6 wu2) is what a player would shout out when they win in cantonese when winning a mahjong match

我爱你 (ngo5 oi3 nei5 / ngo5 oi3 ni5) means "i love you"

im gonna be honest, i dont know much of mahjong but i did research a lot but if i messed something up definitely do tell

[beyuji]

romance headcanon #1 // valentine's day 2025

when it comes to love, romance-- yuji feels. she's quiet, suffering in it most of the time, preferring to get her thoughts and feelings out by writing or producing. she loves to write a love song, likes to create the melody to go along with the tone. when it comes to the real world, and real life situations? she's a bit lost. she acts on instinct usually, what feels right-- but it takes her a minute sometime. sometimes her brain gets the best of her, insecurities rising up that she's pushed down. it doesn't help her sexuality is relatively still new and fresh-- but she's probably felt the most comfortable about romance and love since coming out to herself.

in all sorts of the manner, yuji knows she'd be categorized as romantic, no matter how internalized it is. yuji dreams big, and she loves hard. she's loyal, continuous and never-ending. she likes to put forth time and energy into things and people, especially if she cares about them. in the romance field, it would be no different.

[winteringdream]

BETWEEN THE PAGES ───── nishimura riki

✩ ⋅ pairing. nishimura riki x gn!reader ✩ ⋅ genre. fluff ✩ ⋅ warnings. none! ✩ ⋅ wc. 655 ✩ ⋅ prompts. reading together, lying down while one plays with the other’s hair ✩ ⋅ request. If it’s not too specific, could you write this for a female reader who’s tall? (Maybe around 177-180?). Height doesn’t necessarily need to be in the focus just as long as the reader isn’t described to be super tiny ^^ ofc feel free to fully ignore this part if it’s a hassle! ✩ ⋅ a/n. my first work for my 600 event! ty for requesting!

The two of you have been like this for hours, curled up against each other in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. Outside, the streets are silent except for the occasional car rolling past, headlights flashing briefly against the walls before disappearing into the dark. It must be well past midnight by now, but neither of you has made a move to check.

You’re tucked into his side, legs tangled loosely, your head resting against his shoulder as he reads aloud. His arm is draped around you, fingers tracing absentminded patterns against your side, while his other hand keeps a steady grip on the book, the pages slightly bent from how long he’s been holding it.

At some point, you stopped following the story. Maybe an hour ago. Maybe longer. The words still reach you, but they’ve turned into something else, more like a lullaby than a narrative. Combined with the warmth of his body and the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest you can’t help but close your eyes. Every now and then, you drift close to sleep, only to be pulled back by the gentle brush of Ni-ki’s fingers through your hair.

“You’re dozing off,” he murmurs after a while. The slight change in his tone, different from the tone he was reading in, jolts you awake. 

You hum softly, not bothering to move. “Not really.”

“You’ve been completely still for the last ten minutes.” He snorts, slightly adjusting the position he’s in. 

“That’s called listening.”

“Right,” he says. His hand moves up, fingers threading through your hair, slow and deliberate. He pauses for a second, then tugs lightly, just enough to make you huff out a drowsy protest. “You’re gonna forget the entire book by morning.”

“That’s fine. You can read it again tomorrow.” You sigh, nuzzling further into the warmth of his shoulder.

Ni-ki scoffs, but his fingers keep moving through your hair, untangling strands. “I knew you were just using me for my voice.”

A small smile tugs at your lips. “And your warmth.”

He shakes his head, muttering something under his breath, but he doesn’t stop reading. As he continues reading his voice dips lower, softer, like he’s no longer reading for the story’s sake but just to fill the space around you. The words slow, not as comprehensible as they were before, and even though you’re only half-awake, you can tell he’s getting tired too.

At some point, the book slips from his fingers, landing with a soft thud beside you. Neither of you move to pick it up.

His arm tightens around you instead, fingers trailing lazily over your shoulder, your back, the curve of your spine. His breathing has evened out, the steady rise and fall of his chest matching yours. You shift slightly, settling deeper into his embrace, and his hand moves instinctively, pressing against your back as if to keep you there.

Neither of you say anything. The world outside feels distant, the quiet wrapping around you like a blanket. Ni-ki lets out a slow sigh, his voice softer now. “You really wanna stay up all night like this?”

You hum in response, barely awake enough to register the question.

He doesn’t push for an answer. Instead, he shifts slightly, pressing his face against the top of your head for a brief moment before exhaling another tired breath. His fingers, which had been tracing slow circles against your back, grow lazier, movements sluggish.

Then, finally, they stop. The book lies forgotten beside you, its pages left open as Ni-ki’s breathing evens out. His arm remains draped over you, holding you close even as sleep takes over.

You barely notice yourself falling asleep, calmed by his warmth, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the quiet rise and fall of his chest.

And just like that, the night fades, pulling the both of you into sleep, tangled together, comfortably lost in dreams.

[lollipop-bribes]

Gronder Field is even bigger than the stories everyone tells - it's been marred by recent devastation, sure, but even someone as irreverent as Gaius can feel the history here. And isn't it nice, he thinks, to fight as a form of friendly camaraderie, rather than to the very death?

He brought along his best fruit drops just for this occasion - forgoing his usual lollipops, since he doesn't want to potentially explain to one of the clerics how he ended up cutting the roof of his mouth, of all places, on the battlefield. Something about the wind at his back, about seeing the other houses file in - he's energized! His sword feels light in his grip.

The first foe that crosses his path, a uniformed student swathed in the colors of the Lions, gives him pause. She looks like a kid. But by the look on her face, she'd clobber him for pointing that out - and hey, she wouldn't be here if it wasn't her choice, right? 

"Look alive!" he shouts, sword swinging back as he closes in.

Gaius 5/5 HP hits Miranda 5/5 HP with Steel Sword [Roll: 19; -3 HP (Critical Hit)] -1.5 = -4.5 HP Miranda .5/5 HP

Team tag: @fluxrspar, @doyouevenliftbrooo, @verdantshotarrow, @anruraiocht, @reddragonprincess

aren't you tired of being nice? don't you just wanna *deer noises*

The Battle of the Eagle and Lion 2025 - Round 1, Battle 14

[blue-jisungs]

perchance minghao sketchbook for the ask game 😼

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! here u gooo! sorry its shortish, im staring to fall into writers blovk again lmfao + lowkey self indulgent. i really think art is such an intimate thing <3 EUGH he so gets it!!!

[ extras ! ] wc 177 + @kstrucknet <3

[ 9:28pm ] minghao entered the room, two cups of warm tea in his hands. 

“oh, you’re drawing?” he asked quietly and you looked up, halting your movements. 

“mhm” you hummed, pondering for a moment. 

minghao put the steaming cup on your desk, far enough it won’t get knocked accidentally. he rested his free hand on your shoulder, admiring your art with pride. 

he knew you were struggling with art block for the past few weeks. as an artist himself, he knew how discouraging that could be. 

“do you wanna see it? my sketchbook, i mean?” you asked quietly, almost shyly. 

his heart skipped a beat. you haven’t showed him his art yet, maybe some chosen sketches. 

a sketchbook is like one’s gateway to their soul. he knew how personal it can be; intimate even. 

“i’d love to” minghao couldn’t contain his smile, feeling proud that you felt comfortable enough to share your art with him. “can you talk me through it as well?” 

and he swore you looked at him like an excited puppy, happiness beaming from your features. 

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[www-jungwon]

in which jay thinks slow dancing to christmas songs is cringe, but he'll do anything for you ୨୧

tw. mentions of kissing wc. 177

“please?”

“no.”

“please?”

“no.”

“i’ll kiss you,”

“you’ll kiss me anyway,” jay rolls his eyes, lazily walking up to you, his socks sliding over your wooden kitchen floor.

“so?”

his arms sling around your waist, his fingers sliding over your shirt.

“so, i don’t have to dance with you.”

“but i want you to.”

holiday music plays softly behind you from where your phone lays on the kitchen table.

“i know, but-” jay sighs, pushing his forehead against your’s. “fine.”

a grin breaks out onto your face. “yes!” you squeeze him into a hug and he interlaces his fingers in your hand, spinning you around underneath your arms.

“you’re giggling, it’s ruining the dance.”

“s-sorry,” you laugh, overcome with joy.

“why are you giggling so much?”

“i’m just happy.”

a slow smile spreads across his face, despite not understanding why you’re laughing.

you lean slowly to the music with him, tilting your whole weight into him.

“i love you.”

“hm?” he asks, eyebrows raising, and he looks so cute that you melt into him.

“nothing,” you breathe.

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[the1970sdeadgaywizard-regulus]

Day 11: Coloured Lights / @noblehouseofgay’s 25DaysofJegumas / WC: 177

Regulus had never went to see Christmas lights, and James really wanted to be change that. He knew how Regulus’ face would light up the moment he saw those coloured lights. He knew that Regulus would be completely and utterly enamoured by them.

So, James did what he had to do. He grabbed Regulus’ hand one day and told him that there was a surprise planned. It wasn’t a lie. There really was a surprise. A surprise that, hopefully, will make Regulus smile.

When Regulus got in the car, he had no idea what to expect. He just followed James blindly. He trusts James enough.

The car ride only took thirty minutes. When they arrive, Regulus immediately enamoured. James was right, of course, he knew his boyfriend well.

The two walked hand in hand, observing all the beautiful lights. James even got some hot chocolate for the both of them to sip on as they simply enjoyed the other’s presence.

It wasn’t the most thought out date, but it was still them, which was all that mattered.

[deadlyminded]

The other man takes the sum of Zelkov. He wonders, vaguely, what conclusion he derives from it. He allows the pause to pass without saying anything, and almost without moving. Even Zelkov’s breaths seem to not move his chest, and on a windless night like this, the former assassin is well aware of the figure he cuts in the dark.

“My, my,” he begins slowly, “it sounds as though there are suspicious dealings being made in the middle of the night.”

But he doesn’t care for Fódlan’s politics, and he doesn’t care for the sanctity of the church. What Zelkov cares about is more base and logical, and he has no problem speaking that to what is clearly a duplicitous individual.

“I am sure the right ear would inform the mouth to cry out treason.”

This is a threat of his own making.

“However, so long as the students are in no danger from whatever distrust you have with the letter system, I do not particularly have an interest in any dealings taking place.

“Do you understand?”

Policy of Truth

[lilquokka04]

🧡Sub Skz Kinktober List🧡

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1st slapping ☆ hyunjin

Wc-130

2nd handkink ☆ han

Wc-1748

3rd pet play ☆chan

Wc- 232

6th threesome (2 subs) ☆ innie and felix

Wc-171

7th lactation ☆ changbin

Wc-177

8th choking ☆ seungmin

Wc-162

9th footjob ☆ leeknow

Wc-516

12th watching ☆ hyunlix

Wc- 814

13th restraints ☆ ?

Wc-370

14th toys they like ot8 ☆

Wc-754

15th humiliation ☆ innie

Wc-214

16th cum play ☆ hyunjin

Wc-155

18th recording ?

Wc-

19th manhandling ☆ han

Wc-194

22nd somno ☆ seungmin

Wc-284

23rd skz as soft subs ot8 ☆

Wc-570

24th mirrors ☆ felix

Wc-618

25th marking ☆ leeknow

Wc-785

26th mutual masturbation ☆ bin

Wc-430

30th bladder control ☆ chan

Wc-1758

31st crying ?

Wc-

[luxury-nightmare]

I hear you have many TMA OCs...

Can we get a lore drop??👀

LETS GOOOOOOOOO

okay so I have four. Let’s start with Eve

Eve is gonna show up in WCS (she already has technically) so I don’t wanna say much but she’s a bit much (she eats people’s hearts the expand the ever growing mechanical mass that is her true form, this is just the projection, an anglerfish lure.)

This is Stella Iverson. She’s a Spiral avatar as you can tell. Basically Michael would visit her when she was young and it caused her to develop paranoia cause no one believed her. She was taken to a mental hospital but they didn’t believe her either (MAG 177 is her statement) she met her partners through council in but relapsed and eventually became a Spiral avatar. She still considers Michael a friend but I’m not sure if he thinks of her as one.

Aaron Wilder, avatar of The Buried. He had an encounter with The Vast which caused him to desperately try and hide from the sky. Obviously this is not an easy thing to do, so he’s been looking for the coffin for a while. He met Stella and Red in conciling and it helped him anchor himself, but after Stella disappeared into the distortion’s hallways he relapsed. Eventually he got murked by Daisy and came back as a Buried Avatar. Fun Fact! He’s based on Hozier

And finally, we have Morgan “Red” Scarlett. She was actually in conciling for war trauma (she was in the military) instead of supernatural trauma, but she is Stella and Aaron’s partner. She’s actually a double patron with The Desolation and The Lonely. Double patronage isn’t a thing in cannon I don’t think, but @mayrine and I were discussing rare fear combos and I thought that Lonely and Desolation work better together than most think. The Desolation is the fear of loss, so loneliness would come with it as well.

[ghcstao3]

chapter 7 of the arcane au. no word of a lie i forgot i posted it as soon as i closed out of ao3

wc: 3 177

(there’s a possibility they kith in this chapter ^^)

[scaryfangirl2001]

A Day's Worth fanfic, 177 WC)

The crisp autumn air brushes against their skin as Robert "Sideshow Bob" Terwilliger and Bartholomew "Bart" Simpson share an intimate moment in the backyard, their bodies entwined in a tender embrace. The once-feared criminal and the mischievous teenager have found solace in each other's arms, defying societal norms.

Bob, his lean, muscular frame contrasting with his age, rests behind Bart, his body language protective. The college professor's chiseled jawline is now adorned with a day's worth of stubble, adding a rugged charm to his sharp features. His free hand gently caresses Bart's chest, fingers tracing the contours of the boy's developing muscles.

"You're growing up so fast, Bart," he whispers, his breath warm on the teenager's ear.

Bart, his freckled face relaxed in contentment, leans into Bob's touch. "Yeah, guess I'm not that little troublemaker anymore," he replies in a soft murmur.

His hand grips Bob's, their fingers intertwining in a silent promise of trust and acceptance. As the wind rustles the leaves, they remain still, lost in a moment where age and past transgressions fade away.

[creaticare]

Based on my lovely friend Milo's (@grayseyebrowscar ) little Reading and Writing Stats thingy

This is my first time doing this, this year, I'll maybe do it a few more times if I remember

Fics Read: 177

Fandoms Read: Jujutsu Kaisen, Haikyuu, 911, Fairy Tail, Criminal Minds, My Hero Academia, and Hazbin Hotel

Word Count Total: 1,288,466

(I don't have a top fic rating, not tracking that, but probably E)

Longest Fic WC: 207,942

Shortest Fic WC: 102

Words written: 3,585

Most Words Written in a day: 1,542

[okkalo]

rindou haitani

tea party dad - fluff, crack, 118 wc

winter with rindou haitani - fluff, 183 wc

that couple - fluff, 177 wc

unfair questions - fluff, 355 wc

small headcanons

a double deal - fluff, 111 wc

crying comfort - fluff/comfort, 103 wc

[lollipop-bribes]

He's already spun one lie, but Gaius looks pretty red-handed as it is (flour -handed, maybe), so the truth isn't really going to sink him any further. "It's not like it was hard," he drawls. He'd like to add if they didn't want this place ransacked, they'd guard it better, but he doesn't know this guy well enough yet.

Not that he can expect Freckles to belive a single word he has to say after this point, anyway. What a bother. He didn't expect anyone to actually have keys to the dining hall, and use them in the dead of night.

"Okay, now I know this looks bad." Gaius coyly starts closing askew drawers and setting things back in their place, which does exactly nothing to make his case look any better. "But I'd love to hear your reasons for being here. Look, if you can help me clean this up, I'll pawn half of the pies I'm makin' off on you. Does that sound good?"

(And yet, Gaius still cannot promise pies without any damn butter.)

break in to bake out

[pitchperspective-23]

India's T20 World Cup Triumph 2024

 "Dhoni finishes off in style, It's India who win the World Cup." These lines said by Ravi Shastri had gone old with respect to India's World Cup Trophy drought. The most dominating team in bilateral series could not win an ICC Trophy and this was the biggest disappointment for ICT fans. After losing the 2023 world cup final, the first thought which came into my mind was that most probably 2024 t20 wc would be the last world cup Rohit Sharma and Virat Kohli will play together. So, this was their only chance for a world cup glory and they did not gave us a feeling of dismay, sadness and disappointment but an year full of cherishing memories, joy and happiness

India won the T20 World Cup 2024 happening in the USA and West Indies. They became the only team to win a world cup staying unbeaten. Their journey to the final was a happening one from the high pressure game against or the game against Australia. Especially, the game against Pakistan was a sheer representation of the evolution of Indian team's pace battery in the last decade. From 98 percentage of winning the match with Pakistan our pace battery broke their dreams of winning a game against India as they took the game from them in the last 10 overs. From the first game to the last one, India never looked a under confident or worn out team as they dominated everybody they faced badly. One such win was against Australia in the Super Eight which was personal for every Indian citizen ( If you know what I am talking about). Rohit's knock in that game was the indication of the frustration he had in himself after every knockout loss in every world cup in the last 5-6 years with more respect to 19th November. Then comes the Semifinal against England and that transition from 10 wicket win to 10 wickets out was outstanding. The game was one sided as soon as England completed their powerplay during the batting stint. Every cricket in the team was hungry of that silverware. So, they never looked back to the losses they had been facing but focused on their race to the unmatched legacy of winning a World Cup Trophy. The final was the best which could happen in an ICC tournament. It was not a cricket match a display of every emotion one can imagine in a game of cricket. India set a target of 177 and defend for India seemed easy until Klaseen smashed 24 runs in the 15th over and his team needed just 30 of 30 balls. India's pace attack pulled off a blinder from that stage by first Bumrah giving an economical over and then Hardik took the wicket of Klaseen to shift the momentum of the game on his side. The hidden hero was Arshdeep Singh who also pulled of two brilliant overs at the right - one in the middle and the other in the death. Last over consisted of South Africa requiring 16 runs and Hardik had to defend them. The first ball was a full toss indicating the pressure Hardik had with respect to his last 6 months. Miller swung his bat so hard but could not get the middle and it was the sticker that touched his bat but it was enough to go to the boundary but not above it as Suryakumar Yadav caught the ball and fancied India's chances to get the silverware. 

Virat Kohli was in tears and Rohit Sharma lied down to celebrate their undermining hard work in the last decade and the last time in this format. The pair decided to announce their retirement from T20I's together after getting their hands on the silverware. Looking back to their world cup triumph I see a roller coaster ride filled with emotions of joy, happiness and satisfaction. The trophy weighing 12kg which they lifted had made 1.3 billion people happy back home which they expressed through lighting firecrackers and doing individual parades. India became the first cricket team to win a T20I world cup unbeaten displaying their want to get hands on the trophy badly and they gave everything for it. We also gave everything for it and got the result back paying the debt of our worshipping to the team from the last 17 freaking years.  

Ravi Shastri's lines were replaced by the ones - Long on, Long On and what a catch, Suryakumar takes it and Miller's gone !!!!!!!!