#*ding ding ding*

[silentheiss]

It happens on a regular morning. Luo Binghe is happily refilling Shen Qingqiu’s cup with tea, his beautiful face open and serene. Shen Qingqiu looks at him and his heart suddenly starts to ache.

His husband, so strong and yet fo fragile when it comes to him. So enduring, yet willing to give up all the poise when cradled in Shen Qingqiu’s arms.

He never asks for things he knows Shen Qingqiu is unwilling to give. He never got his truth.

System!

Silence.

Something hot and angry boils inside his chest. He can’t bare to hide a single thing from his husband anymore, no matter what it entails. Luo Binghe deserves to know he was never hated. He deserves to know he’d be loved in his every manifestation.

System, I’m going to tell him.

Silence.

Welp, here goes nothing.

“Binghe.” Shen Qingqiu starts.

“Yes, Shizun?” Luo Binghe looks up, pitch-black eye gleaming and eager. He is precious.

“This master needs to tell you something important.” Shen Qingqiu falls silent for a moment, waiting for System to blow up with warning signs. And yet — nothing.

“Is- is everything alright?” Luo Binghe looks around the room, as if checking for threat.

“Yes.” Shen Qingqiu says. “It’s just that this husband has something to say. I haven’t been completely honest with Binghe, and it’s time to fix that.”

Luo Binghe visibly tenses.

“Is that safe?” He asks, carefully.

Ah, his perceptive, intelligent husband. Truly, his IQ is higher than the mountain they’re currently on.

“I don’t know.” Shen Qingqiu admits. “But I can’t stay silent on this matter any longer.”

Luo Binghe shakes his head, dropping his cup on the table. The tea spills across the wood. Neither of them pay it any attention.

“If Shizun’s wellbeing might be compromised, then I don’t want to know it.”

“Don’t you?” Shen Qingqiu asks. “Don’t you want to know why I did what I did?”

A breath Luo Binghe takes is a sharp little thing. Shen Qingqiu’s heart breaks for him, for the thousands time.

Suddenly, the weight of secrets is unbearably heavy on his shoulders. It’s a miracle he can still sit straight — he feels like any second now he’d get crushed into the floor.

“I don’t need to know it.” Luo Binghe relents.

“I think you do.”

And then, Shen Qingqiu starts to talk. He talks and talks, eyes never leaving his husband’s face, because if System decides to kill him after all, his Binghe’s face is what he wants to see last.

Luo Binghe listens. He’s not even crying, which is surprising, but Shen Qingqiu pushes himself to finish the monologue before reacting in any way. When he’s done, Luo Binghe takes a slow breath. Then another.

Then, he speaks.

“I am sorry.” He says.

What! He is sorry?

“Binghe!” Shen Qingqiu exclaims, heart in his throat. “What can you be possibly sorry about?”

“I failed you.” Luo Binghe

“What are you talking about?”

“I wanted to be stronger to protect Shizun, but failed to recognize that Shizun was under attack the whole time.” Luo Binghe looks bitter and ashamed, eyes downcast. “Begging Shizun for punishment.”

Shen Qingqiu is suddenly angry all over again. Punishment! He’s begging for punishment! Insufferable boy!

“You want me to punish you? For being a child who failed to recognize something this master has been purposely hiding?” He demands.

Luo Binghe, Shen Qingqiu’s eternal heartache, nods meekly.

“A child.” He says, slow and pained. “A bright, eager boy. Sweet, sticky, kind. A child who lived through so much pain, who suffered since the moment he was born yet he kept fighting, and trying, and being good. A child that I failed to protect. He deserves punishment?”

“Shizun.” Luo Binghe whispers. “Please.”

“Binghe.” Shen Qingqiu mirrors his husband. “Please. Please, never suggest you deserve anything but love from me. It’s not true. It’s never been true.”

Shen Qingqiu is ready for the table to topple over and Luo Binghe to fall on his lap. He catches him with shaky hands.

Cold tea spills all over the floor. Despite heavy weight on his lap, Shen Qingqiu’s heart, for the first time in forever, is light.

[dipperscavern]

Can i request Robb Stark with reader who doesn’t like the cold/gets cold easily?

absolutely!! thank you sm for the ask <3

ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ

you’ve always hated the cold. ironic, considering you live in the north, but it’s true. the heat you can handle. sure, it’s annoying, but you can function. but when you’re cold, all you can think about is the last time you were warm.

the only times you’ll brave the cold are to go to the godswood (and pray for warmth), to hunt, and to ride. anything else can either wait until the sun makes its appearance, or can be done inside the warm halls of winterfell. those are your exceptions.

okay, well, when you said hunting — you meant by yourself. maybe theon. you did not mean the entire royal hunting party of winterfell.

your first response was to deny the invitation to the day-long affair of bracing the cold, but you’re the best archer in winterfell. they need you. and ned stark himself asked you to come, so here you were. trudging through the wolfswood, draped in furs & freezing your arse off.

“I can’t believe she’s doin’ it. Look at her..” theon murmurs to robb. robb nods, the corners of his lips tugging up in a smirk as he watches you.

you’re tightly wound, trying to conserve what little warmth you have. you practically radiate dislike, and theons got bets on how long you’ll last until you call upon the old gods to strike the entire forest down (midday). your horse doesn’t carry your disdain for the snow. having been bred for the cold, it dutifully marches on — allowing you to hug yourself tightly, conserving what little warmth you have.

robb’s brows pinch in sympathy knowing your misery, but he can’t help the silent thanks he gives to the gods for dragging you out here. to rectify that, he sends a silent prayer to ask that the stag that was spotted is caught quickly, so you can retreat back to the heated halls of winterfell. he’s not entirely selfish.

apparently the gods are not taking prayers today.

every time the scent is picked up or tracks are spotted, they’re lost just as easily. even greywind isn’t having any luck — but then again, he’s barely the size of a dog. even so, robb can see your resolve withering. he attempts to fix it, draping his outermost layered fur coat over you. you lightly shiver, sighing as you feel the extra layer work to trap more of your warmth.

“I owe you my life.”

“You’ll be alright. ‘S not too bad out ‘ere.”

his attempts at making the cold seem better than it actually is only result in you sending him a glare, and he’s not sure he’s ever seen such hatred. your conversation is interrupted by shouts, and the scent is picked up once more. they’ve spotted the animal running off, and ned orders for people to go around & enclose it.

you’re eager to get it over with and be done, ready to return to the fur blankets in your room. ready to be warm.

you tie your horse, getting off & trudging to where you guess it’ll be forced to go. most of everyone is focused on pushing it in this direction, and you can only hope there’s a weirwood around here to hear your prayers. you hear shouts, the hooves of horses, and something tearing through the trees. you raise your bow, notching an arrow & waiting.

“Atta girl!” ned says, arm wrapped around your shoulders.

the stag lays on the ground, dead, with an arrow in its skull. you offer a polite smile, but really, you’re just thanking the gods it’s done with. there’s snow in your boots, you’re shivering, your knuckles are red, and you can feel the cold in your bones. you saunter over to robb and theon, muttering under your breath.

“Curse the cold. Curse the cold. Curse the cold…”

theon snickers to himself, and you have half a mind to knock him off his horse. you’re feeling merciful, and instead choose peace. you untie your horse, eagerly starting the journey back to winterfell.

thanks to your arrow, everyone eats well that night, including you. the hall is warm, the atmosphere filled with laughter & your belly is full — a right reward for getting frostbite on your liver. you decide to retire to bed early, the days activities having you beat. robb walks you to your chambers, and you lean into his warmth. he’s always run hot, and he’s happy to share the body heat.

you arrive to the door, and turn to robb to say goodnight. you subconsciously chase his warmth, grabbing one of his hands & playing with it, feeling your cooler ones heat up from the contact.

“Y’did good today.”

you shrug. “Wasn’t horrible…” you’re lying. it was. robb knows it too.

he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Still. Know you hate the cold.”

robb’s hand goes to your jaw, tilting it up as he kisses you. his lips are soft, and warm. he’s caught you off guard, and you can feel him smiling against your lips. once the kiss breaks, you both linger in each others presence. has he ever been so charming?

he’s out to prove you right when he leans in, kissing your temple & murmuring a soft “Night, pretty.”

he turns & walks down the hallway, knowing if he looks back he won’t be sleeping in his room. you watch him leave, and you feel your cheeks heat up as you open your door & step inside.

maybe you’ll have to brave the cold more often.

[vizreef]

Vizreef's 1st button & knobs experience

Fisher Price // Activity Center (US, 1973)

[frogsinflannel]

My extremely excellent writing advice

1. Write

2. Keep writing in a fevered haze, propelled by a force larger than yourself to put into words your life’s great work, creating a masterpiece for the ages

3. Once you finish, set it aside and NEVER READ IT AGAIN because it’s perfect, right? It definitely felt perfect when you were writing it, how could you improve on perfection

[bloodbruise]

barty fisting evan and going insane about how close he is to evans organs and how much of him is INSIDE

oh, nonnie you get it. barty is calling evan a slut for taking so much of him, but in the same breath, he's completely mesmerized. he's kissing the inside of evan's thigh with reverence and then mocking him for his little whines and gasps. like, barty's flipping back and forth between the praise and degradation so fast its bound to give him whiplash. he makes evan talk through it too— makes him talk in clinical detail while he coos at every stutter and hitch in ev's breath.

[eluriart]

Flirting Contest

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Killer belongs to rahafwabas

Cross belongs to jakei

[harlequinoccult]

WAIT HOLD ON

Is the theme with the specialty scenes the presence of cameras a certain someone could be watching through? (security cameras at the bar, dump, and presumably the laundromat)

🤭

[crystalchespin]

round and round

i wanted to doodle her...... excuse the messy lineart

[caitlinbueckers]

also uhhh you should write a fic where paige tries to get reader “pregnant” or something…

hi ! Just know u sent this ask like a week ago and my brain throughly rotted and so i took it upon myself to write something of this nature and it’s disgusting and filthy and really should not be seen by human eyes but!

cest la vie <333

[frikatilhi]

Hi, I connected the dots, yeah I did, this is now what happened:

Jere gifted that pasivision jersey morning AFTER the eurovision afterparty. During the afterlarty Bojan stole that jersey and wore it cause he wanted to support Jere like rest of Jere’s friends who were wearing that jersey. And maybe I fall asleep while wearing that jersey. He did fall asleep while wearing that jersey. And when they woke up, and when they knew that they’ll be soulmates best buddies for life, Jere just had to give Bojan that jersey.

No wonder bojan was so eager to tell the whole world about Käärijä’s ”very rare hockey jersey 🥰”

THIS THIS THIS RIGHT HERE HEADCANON ACCEPTED

The morning after was all blood oaths and pinky swears and promises to write letters and exchanging friendship bracelets and rare pieces of clothing that smelled of each other, bffs 4ever!!11

[a-v-j]

Did Inko get kidnapped by Verx aka Error!Nyxy???????? I feel like that's the only acceptable and reasonable answer-

*sticks sticker to your forehead*

"good job"

[dipperscavern]

Dippers, my love. Whilst you're foaming at the mouth for our shared husband Robb Stark, could ya go head and chuck us some more sub Robb?? Think I saw a post a while ago that you did for him :))

(anon referencing this) sub robb… oh yes i can chuck him at you at a high speed velocity. yes i most certainly can (these are just thoughts, lmk if a blurb is needed to stop societal collapse 🫶🏻)

in the other post, i talked about how you and robb can be apart for periods of time, making him desperate n breathless n whiny n… all that good stuff!! i still stand behind it fully, but i raise to you, exhausted sub robb stark.

robb stark who’s so tired of making all the decisions. exhausted of being at the forefront of everything, who just needs you to take over & let him shut his brain off. let him sit back while you take the lead and take care of him for a little while.

he lets you set the pace, lets you decide where his hands go, where your own go, and puts himself fully in your grasp. all groans & heavy breathing, flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. taking everything you give him & only breaking from that space to kiss you (you let him) (and kiss him silly) (and make him cum) (wait who said that)

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

[moispanik]

❄️Holiday season ❄️

I came back once in a while to make sure my ship still goin'

[toodrunktofindaurl]

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