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the men of metal, menacing with golden face, 1/?

a.k.a sequel to terrible with the brightness of gold (ao3 link, for those who’ve just read on tumblr, the ao3 is the most up-to-date version)

(part two) (part three)

(cherik fic, viking au, subtle a/b/o)

“For who could look upon the lions of the foe, terrible with the brightness of gold, who upon the men of metal, menacing with golden face, … who upon the bulls on the ships threatening death, their horns shining with gold, without feeling any fear for the king of such a force?”

– Encomium Emmae Reginae

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He’s a child again, in the long, lonely halls of Normandy. The vaulted ceiling stretches above him into the darkness, the passageway illuminated only by the solitary torch he carries. The light is fairly strong, but the halls so vast that its beam doesn’t come close to revealing the top of the arch. Everyone else is asleep. As he walks the corridors he runs his hand reverently along the exquisite tapestries, painstakingly embroidered over thousands of hours. 

He holds the torch close–but not too close–as his fingers trace the knot whorl of an eye, widening in surprise as the accompanying warrior sees the spear that marks his death. Here on the cloth his death will remain forever suspended, held betwixt one world and the next. The weave is coarse beneath his finger pads. 

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I say shit like "If my memory serves me" knowing damn well it serves the dark lord

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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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When the Flower Blooms - Chapter 1 - demoniqt - 莲花楼 | Mysterious Lotus Casebook (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

It started as an idea that was planted in Shan Gudao's head when Feng Qing commented on how Li Xiangyi's talent was wasted on a kunze.

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In which Li Xiangyi is drugged and he subconsciously chooses his perfect mate.

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I finished mysterious lotus casebook

and let me just say the pairings are ENDLESS - gay, straight, polyculr, non binary???

this show is positively unhinged

And we all know how strict cdrama is these days about censorship and the back lash against BL from the government.

But I think this show has managed to circumvent all of that by confusing THE SHIT out of the censorship people. Because the the pitfall of the previous shows was that it made the main pairing too obviously the gay ship of our dreams. HOWEVER, Mysterious Lotus casebook said : well, I'm just gonna make every possible character shippable with every other possible character, male or female or otherwise.

Li Lianhua??? Oh he's straight with Wanmian. Right??? I mean, he saves her. He cries in front of her. He confesses his love for her in the past, they were definitely a couple.

But wtf is going with him and Di FeiSheng???? What's with the perfectly logical and obvious enemies to lovers trope that is manifesting in front of all of us and that we're all witnessing???

What about him and Fang Duobing? Is this a "I secretly want to bang my teacher" kind of fantasy? What is going on???

Not to mention Di Feisheng and that Crazy Chick one sided harassment.

Not to mention Li Lianhua and He Sister #3 (im sorry i cant remember the names i watched the entire show in 3 days) and her one sided crush. Not to mention He Sister #3 with the guy who doesn't brush his hair who is ALSO making eyes at Li Lianhua for reasons unknown.

LETS not forget - He Sister #3 with her temporary husband who was actually a woman who can temporarily become a MAN?? for kicks???

The list goes ON and ON and ON -

like I said. unhinged

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why he eat the berry like that

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the older I get, the more the technological changes I've lived through as a millennial feel bizarre to me. we had computers in my primary school classroom; I first learned to type on a typewriter. I had a cellphone as a teenager, but still needed a physical train timetable. my parents listened to LP records when I was growing up; meanwhile, my childhood cassette tape collection became a CD collection, until I started downloading mp3s on kazaa over our 56k modem internet connection to play in winamp on my desktop computer, and now my laptop doesn't even have a disc tray. I used to save my word documents on floppy discs. I grew up using the rotary phone at my grandparents' house and our wall-connected landline; my mother's first cellphone was so big, we called it The Brick. I once took my desktop computer - monitor, tower and all - on the train to attend a LAN party at a friend's house where we had to connect to the internet with physical cables to play together, and where one friend's massive CRT monitor wouldn't fit on any available table. as kids, we used to make concertina caterpillars in class with the punctured and perforated paper strips that were left over whenever anything was printed on the room's dot matrix printer, which was outdated by the time I was in high school. VHS tapes became DVDs, and you could still rent both at the local video store when I was first married, but those shops all died out within the next six years. my facebook account predates the iphone camera - I used to carry around a separate digital camera and manually upload photos to the computer in order to post them; there are rolls of undeveloped film from my childhood still in envelopes from the chemist's in my childhood photo albums. I have a photo album from my wedding, but no physical albums of my child; by then, we were all posting online, and now that's a decade's worth of pictures I'd have to sort through manually in order to create one. there are video games I tell my son about but can't ever show him because the consoles they used to run on are all obsolete and the games were never remastered for the new ones that don't have the requisite backwards compatibility. I used to have a walkman for car trips as a kid; then I had a discman and a plastic hardshell case of CDs to carry around as a teenager; later, a friend gave my husband and I engraved matching ipods as a wedding present, and we used them both until they stopped working; now they're obsolete. today I texted my mother, who was born in 1950, a tiktok upload of an instructional video for girls from 1956 on how to look after their hair and nails and fold their clothes. my father was born four years after the invention of colour televison; he worked in radio and print journalism, and in the years before his health declined, even though he logically understood that newspapers existed online, he would clip out articles from the physical paper, put them in an envelope and mail them to me overseas if he wanted me to read them. and now I hold the world in a glass-faced rectangle, and I have access to everything and ownership of nothing, and everything I write online can potentially be wiped out at the drop of a hat by the ego of an idiot manchild billionaire. as a child, I wore a watch, but like most of my generation, I stopped when cellphones started telling us the time and they became redundant. now, my son wears a smartwatch so we can call him home from playing in the neighbourhood park, and there's a tanline on his wrist ike the one I haven't had since the age of fifteen. and I wonder: what will 2030 look like?

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@randomingoftherandomness is the most beautiful human being ever and I'm totally addicted with they writing.

Hi! How are u? I'm SO addicted with your writing! I'm loving it. I think I read all of your My journey stories.

I have a prompt (It's here the correct place? Idk, sorry if it isn't). Would you write some Alpha!Shangjue x Omega! Yuanzhi where Jue is shocked that Zhi is a omega. Breeding kink is welcomed! hahahaha

You are marvelous! ❤️

I would like to formally start this off by saying, thank you for the very kind compliment and I genuinely hope you like this.

And then I'm going to follow it up by saying that I'm gonna go take a dive in holy water now because Spicy Lemons season is getting me good and if anyone has any other kinky shit they want me to write about these two, the ask box is here, anon is on, and short of scat and necro, I'm pretty down with a lot of things.

Go forth, my fellow filthy heathens x

Tags: A/B/O, Mpreg, Unreliable Narrator, Breeding, Dubious Consent, Mating, Heat

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The first time he catches a whiff of that scent, he's having dinner with Yuanzhi didi. Didi is happily eating his meal, enjoying the array of dishes -- his favourites; Shangjue wanted to dote on him a little -- while Shangjue is caught between a spark of arousal and a deep curiosity.

He lowers his bowl and takes a deep lungful of air.

Somewhere in his residence, very near him in fact, there's an Omega that is coming into their own.

The tang of sweetness in the scent is just on the edge of ripeness, and the heart notes of osmanthus and something bitter hint at the way that the Omega will very soon realise it. That's if the Omega won't be going into Heat before they do.

He should probably discuss this with the Head Steward. There are a few people stationed outside the door in case Yuanzhi or himself has any need to be served. If it's one of the younger maids or servants, it could be a scary experience and they should be given the space to feel comfortable.

Shangjue is very well aware that this is a delicate subject and while he doesn't feel up to disclosing how his sensitive sense of smell works, he isn't about to out anyone, least of all an Omega who quite possibly doesn't even know they've developed that sub-gender.

"... Gege?"

Shangjue comes back to himself with a quiet hum. "What did you say? Sorry, I was thinking of something."

Yuanzhi looks down at his bowl and softly asks, "Can I stay over tonight?"

"Do you even have to ask?" Shangjue bites back the urge to laugh. His Didi adorably puffs out his cheeks like an irritated squirrel, before he settles down. "I'm sure you'll stay over no matter what I say."

Yuanzhi seems to slump dejectedly. Come to think of it, Shangjue reckons he looks a bit feverish in the lamplight. In the week that he has been back, this is the first meal they've shared together. Shangjue had assumed that Yuanzhi was just busy, but now he sees he probably has some cause for concern.

"Can I sleep with you though?"

Shangjue feels something settle in his chest at the request. It's a feeling he immediately tucked into the back of his mind to examine at a different time.

"Just like how you used to when you were scared of thunderstorms?"

Yuanzhi sets his bowl down on the table. "Just tell me no if you don't want to." Biting his bottom lip, he rises to leave. That settled feeling burns into something urgent and panicked. Shangjue immediately catches Yuanzhi by the sleeve, sighing.

"I didn't say no," He gently coaxes, tugging him back into his seat. "I just wanted to know if you want to share my bed or if you want me to get the maids to prepare your room for you."

Yuanzhi is still sulky but he quietly says, "With you."

Shangjue has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from cooing at his Didi's pouting. It's so charming and his fingers itch for a brush to paint him like this.

"Go get cleaned up. You can wear my pyjamas tonight."

This seems to be the right thing to say because it has Yuanzhi perking up, eyes sparkling with pure happiness. He shoots up, thanking Shangjue with a quick hug before he rushes off to the bathing room.

Adorable.

He lifts his bowl to finish his food when his nose catches a stronger whiff of the Omega. The scent is deeper, richer and it sends a jolt of desire down his spine.

That won't do.

Abandoning his dinner, he calls for the Head Steward. Maybe he should see if he has any suppressant in store to keep himself from going into a rut in response to the Omega. Not that he thinks he would, but it won't hurt to err on the side of caution.

Yuanzhi is in bed, eyes big and bright as they watch him dry his hair. It's strangely unseasonably warm tonight; perhaps just a last flush of summer warmth before the weather gives in to an autumnal chill. His Didi has chosen the inner side of the bed, just like he used to when he was a child. Shangjue smiles at that thought, shedding a layer of his robes for comfort before snuffing out the candles, and climbing into bed.

The scent of the Omega has been haunting him the whole evening and it's setting an itch in the back of his teeth.

He should go to the clinic to get a dose of suppressant in the morning just in case the Head Steward cannot find any in their stores. But for now, he is happy to snuggle up to his Didi.

Pulling Yuanzhi against him, he curls his fingers through his hair, scraping nails to the scalp. Yuanzhi practically purrs and Shangjue files the little happy smile on his face to his memories just in case he ever misses his little brother when he is away.

Yuanzhi nuzzles against his shoulder. A habit he does when he is seeking comfort. The world quiets away when Shangjue continues to comb his fingers through long unbraided hair.

"Go to sleep, Didi. Gege is here," He murmurs.

He should have known the universe would find a way to sneak in a wrench to his happier moments.

Sometime during the middle of the night, he dreams of waking.

A lightning of desire coils deep in his belly and he wakes in that liminal lull when you cannot decide whether you’re still sleeping or pushing to the shores of consciousness. The scent of osthmanthus carries him.

Looking over at Yuanzhi didi sleeping next to him, he surges in, pressing his nose to the mating glands on his neck, scent drunk.

There’s something urgent nudging at his mind. Something he needs to remember but every thought and every inhibition falls away when Yuanzhi arching off the bed with a silent scream the second Shangjue has his mouth wrapped around that pulsing gland.

Shangjue drowns in a thick blanket of osmanthus.

Yuanzhi is calling for him.

Calling, “Gege, please…”

What is he asking for?

Shangjue burns to provide. Every second he doesn’t give to fulfilling a purpose is a second wasted. Shangjue wants…

Yuanzhi.

Yuanzhi.

Yuanzhi, who has his legs spread around Shangjue’s thigh, rocking his hips, rutting like a bitch in heat. His pale face is ruddy red, lips parting and making a whining keen that strikes Shangjue deep in his core.

The collars of Yuanzhi’s robe slips. Exposing the dark pebble hard nubs on his sweaty chest. Slipping further with every roll of his hips. Yuanzhi looks debauched and Shangjue has not even touched him.

Yet.

Because the backs of his teeth itch and he can feel the heavy press of his cock just waiting on a slip up from Yuanzhi. Just one that brings the leaking cocklet that peeks out from under the hem of the robe.

Just one that will give Shangjue all the reason he needs to—

“Gege…!”

Shangjue is on him. Pushing him onto his back, sliding into the cradle of his legs and pressing him open. He rucks up the bottom of the robe, making sure Yuanzhi is watching when he kisses right on the quivering muscle of his belly, the slowly marking the path down south, right through the dark wiry thatch of hair that hides a delicate flower underneath.

His probably should have connected the dots then and there.

Something stirs in Shangjue. It’s a primal need. A motivation that calls his Alpha to breed his Omega.

The urgent thought twists a half-hearted dying wail before it floats into nothingness.

And so he does.

Time slips through his fingers and is only marked by flashes of awareness in the shapes and sounds of Yuanzhi, Yuanzhi, Yuanzhi.

At some point, he sinks his fingers into the blessed heat of his body, swallowing down his Didi’s moans with his lips. At another point, he has Yuanzhi’s twitching thighs pressing on either sides of his head as he chases the taste of his slick, hypnotised by the way his virginal cries sound as he scrapes his tongue to his folds.

Yuanzhi writhes. Making sounds Shangjue has never thought he would ever hear come from his Didi’s lips. It’s addictive. Bolstered by the thought that he’s the one who drew it out of him and sealed by his desire to keep being the only one who gets to see this side of him.

Shangjue is guided by the singular need to breed him.

That first slide into Yuanzhi is heavenly. The second is a promise of a future where Shangjue is going to forever want Yuanzhi hanging off his knot, pumping his Didi full of come.

Awareness fuzzes out around the edges and Shangjue surrenders himself to the slick, wet heated pleasure of his most precious person being pressed down under him and fucked until he has knotted him again and again and again.

And then.

Then.

Then, Shangjue comes back to his skin.

It happens while he's knotted for the nth time in Yuanzhi. Sometime during the passage of days, one of the Elders had tried to step in and separate them, only for Shangjue to beat him back all while Yuanzhi was lost to the mindless pleasure of fucking himself back on Shangjue's cock.

He'd mated him then, with half the senior family members in his room, watching with horror as he bred his Didi and claimed him with a bite over his mating gland. A proper one. Bloody and true like they used to do in the old days.

There will be no challenge to Shangjue's claim. There was no legal way they could break this mating without harming them both when there were witnesses to their joining. Morally, well, that was subjective and Shangjue doesn't care too much for that when Yuanzhi's his by every definition of the word.

It has already begun to scar.

The sight of it pleases the Alpha in him. More so when Yuanzhi's soft belly is slightly protruding from all the loads Shangjue had kept pumping into him.

There's a distant part of him, one thought that had tried to worm its way into the forefront of his consciousness that tried to tell him of the truth he couldn't quite process in his rut-buzzed mind.

Yuanzhi, his beautiful, wild and stunningly brilliant Didi is an Omega. One, if the flashes of memories are to be believed, he had fucked again and again, wringing out orgasms from his slender body until he begged to be allowed to sleep, yet still welcomed him into his body with eager moans and searching hands.

His precious Didi, the one he'd raised, the same one who'd looked at him with worship and adoration in his eyes, is now the one he knows the look of when he comes. The same one with slick Shangjue can taste on his tongue. The Omega that pleases his Alpha to be mated to.

Yuanzhi was the reason for the osmanthus scent in his household.

Even now, the scent lingers in their sex-soaked room. But it sits muted, calmer, and mingled with something richer.

Shangjue wraps his arms around Yuanzhi, wincing when the movement shifts his unconscious Omega on his knot. Bringing him closer, he kisses the mating mark, breathing in the smell.

Then again.

His hands tremble when they cup Yuanzhi's face, carefully cradling his beautiful Omega. It's faint, but it's there.

Somewhere in his Didi, there's the sign of a new life.

Emotions stir in him. Happiness, that after all this time, he won't be the only Jue left. Elation that their first coupling has resulted in a pregnancy this quick. They'll have to check afterwards, but the fact was this.

Yuanzhi is pregnant.

Didi is pregnant and the seed is Shangjue's.

His knot deflates soon after, barely able to hold on to hardness after all the sex. It's not a problem for Shangjue. The fuzz of his rut sits further off his consciousness now. No longer brewing just under his skin.

Yuanzhi's hole twitches, almost mourning the shape of him and for a brief moment, Shangjue entertains the thoughts of sinking back into the deep warmth of his body, but decides against it.

His Yuanzhi whimpers a little before sighing in his sleep. Shangjue wraps him up in his arms, kissing his neck, his cheek, the corner of his eye. They might have skipped the whole courting process and went straight to a mating, but it doesn't mean Yuanzhi doesn't deserve him making an effort. There'll be time until their lives change again to accommodate another human, but in that time, Shangjue will court and woo Yuanzhi; shower him with plenty of love and affection.

His pretty flower is a shade of rosy fucked out red, drooling a tickle of white.

Shangjue feels his cock twitch in response.

Maybe just one more time. Just for good luck.

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That's pretty much describes everything that I always thought but couldn't put in words

I’m thinking about Suits in the context of the post I’ve seen going around about why so many women are into mlm ships.

To me, Marvey is the perfect example of that.

If Mike’s character was a woman, a sexual dynamic with Harvey would feel icky and predatory. If Harvey’s character was a woman she would be burdened with “cougar” preconceptions.

With two men, the power dynamic can just be hot without the burden of centuries of patriarchy.

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Chapter 8 is up!  Please don’t hesitate to leave comments, kudos, bookmark, and subscribe!

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The kids on TikTok think that just because he was a classic country singer, Johnny Cash was conservative??? My babies he covered a Nine Inch Nails song in his seventies.

Classic country singers (the majority of which came from poor roots) were always talking about how much The Man sucked because they were taking money from poor rural folk. You’re gonna tell me that’s conservative?? Get outta here.

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I think my favourite thing about tumblr mutuals is how it lets me really lean in to loving people in the simplest of ways

And by that I mean - I don't really know my mutuals extremely well, for the most part. I know pieces of them - maybe a name, maybe about their pets, or what area of the world they live in, or what fandoms they like, or little things they love about the world. Maybe about their sorrows, too. But little things. Things that feel ok to share on an open platform.

But they're still my beloved mutuals. And I still love them. So I get to leave nice little messages, or tell them that I love what they're writing, or send condolences in their replies when something hard happens. I can try and make this person who I don't really know that well smile, or feel a little bit loved, so why wouldn't I try?

And my mutuals do the same for me! I get tagged in posts, or people send me asks for an ask meme, or like the silly things I post. Little bits of love sent my way all the time.

I dunno. I just love that this platform lets us try and make people's day just a little bit brighter, simply by knowing that someone out there, halfway across the world, is smiling at you and wishing you well and sending you love through frog pictures or fandom gifs. Thats all.

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A protective!Fang Duobing collection masterpost.

Mysterious Lotus Casebook, also known as 'Fang Duobing will protect and care for Li Lianhua!'

Congratulations to Fang Duobing for showing +/- 170 gifs worth of care for Li Lianhua throughout Mysterious Lotus Casebook. That is a lot of caring and protectiveness. Total gif count: 169

Part 1 - "As long as I'm here, no one dares to touch you." Part 2 - "If you are in danger, I can protect you." Part 3 - "If you dare to bully my friend, don't blame me for turning nasty." Part 4 - "You are also the first friend I made in the martial world. I don't want you to be in danger." Part 5 - "After we get out of here, I'll take care of you." Part 6 - "His life matters." Part 7 - "Who do you think you're talking to." Part 8 - "Please be okay. Don't die." Part 9 - "I was kept in the dark and so worried about your safety." Part 10 - "He'd even ruin your reputation to keep you safe."

Part 11 - "No one can touch him!." Part 12 - "I'll do whatever you want!" Part 13 - "How dare you fool around with something related to your life!" Part 14 - "You are blaming everything on yourself again. I said it's not your fault." Part 15 - "In this life I, Fang Duobing, recognize you, Li Lianhua, as my only confidant." Part 16 - "Finding Li Lianhua is the most serious matter!" Part 17 - "I won't let you die." Part 18 - "I can still save your life." Part 19 - "I will find him, no matter what it takes."

@fan-man-huaisang @wuxia-vanlifer @redemption-revenge

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这天下 · This world. lit. everything under the heaven. A term for an ancient Chinese cultural concept that symbolises all land and space beneath the sky.

回首改了面容 · lit. Looking back (my) face has changed. Translated it as "Everything took a turn", but also Li Lianhua's appearance literally changed along with his life.

缘分若停顿轮回何用 · What is the use of "reincarnation" if this is where "fate" stops. "Yuánfèn" often translated as "fate" or "destiny", is a Chinese concept describing chances of potential relationships. The term "lúnhuí" (reincarnation) derives from Saṃsāra.

Lyrics from ♪ 问情 (Wen Qing) - 陈亦洺 / 尚辰 ‖ Chen Yiming / Shang Chen

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I'm worried about the taste of sautéed horrors

being alive is great because there are so many different vegetables you can sauté. but then there are also the horrors