#Continue later

[w-s-kibela]

❗❗❗Tw: child abuse, sexual abuse, human cauldron❗❗❗Nothing graphic, just mentioned

It's Baek Oh/Cheong Myeong with endgame Tangcheong idea.

English is not my native language so, sorry for any mistakes

I've been reading About an unspoken hunch (link below), getting inspired and thinking. What if when Baek Oh recognized Cheong Myeong's talent, he decided to take advantage? The boy is brilliant, his talent is truly one-of-a-kind, but more importantly, his vast potential can be used to boost Baek Oh's cultivation far beyond his natural limits. Cheong Myeong becomes his personal disciple and his "training" starts.

And Baek Oh is good at covering his tracks. Nobody suspects anything. It's just Cheong Myeong being "difficult and ungrateful" or "showing his rotten personality". Even Cheong Mun, with all his love, is blinded by filial piety. Baek Oh is a respected mentor with spotless record, Mount Hua's best swordsman, their sect's pride. He is a strict mentor, yes, but Cheong Mun doesn't understand Cheong Myeong's hostility and resentment toward him.

It takes years for Cheong Myeong to escape Baek Oh's clutches. Even with his monstrous talent, Cheong Myeong becomes strong enough to beat Baek Oh only in his thirties (Because Baek Oh became so freaking strong). He almost gets kicked out of the sect, but Cheong Mun fights tooth and nail for him.

Baek Oh became addicted and dependent on dual cultivation over the years, so his body quickly declines after he is cut off from it. It's a relief for CM.

But the thing is, the damage has been done. After years of abuse, of having his Yin energy forcefully raised and drained, Cheong Myeong's body is damaged, his inner energies are unstable. Ironically, it's his bad habits coupled with iron will, self control and deep understanding of cultivation techniques that keep him afloat for so long.

Then Cheong Myeong meets Tang Bo and truth comes to light.

[boyakishantriage]

I wasn't there when we first made contact. And I'm not gonna lie. It wasn't a shock when I discovered aliens had existed and kept signals on a level that'd require a certain kind of society to build a specific device to even pick up.

I closed the door behind me. New day, new bullshit this time, I'm going to space. Yep, I'm not terrified at all!

[omccee]

[edgy-artkid]

Wait, how did Dib find out what really happened to Space? Or Zim for that matter?

[ridge-on-lunch]

"Can I rely on you?"

"Like gravity."

[hesmiledlikeaweatherman]

For the fanfic tropes! Coffee shop au!

Usually somewhere between B & C, BUT there is this one Coffee Shop/University AU that I love revisiting! I will do a follow up post from my computer and link it once I’m home tonight’s

[willowtreeswrites]

30 seconds. That was how long it took the newly wheelchair-bound Josiah to fall down without help. That was how long Josiah would have to take to get into the building the National Heroes League used as a base. That was how long Josiah could stay patient while he waited to be served at the front desk, while people with no wheelchairs and no badges of heroism could walk in and get attention immediately.

Josiah seethed. Not only did this league of so-called heroes make itself inaccessible to those who truly were heroes, but they went out of ther iway to make sure that Josiah and the other 5 that went down in the bomb that day got no recognition aside from their badges. No medical bills were paid off. No one checked in to make sure they were sane. No one contacted any of them, even going as far as to block Josiah's number when he kept trying to call. Josiah was going to try to deal with it nicely, but if he didn't get his way, they would learn that heroism didnt mean that you weren't almost at your breaking point.

[northernfireart]

read the whole story> here by @clarionglass :)

[loveindefinitely]

task force 141 with a controversially young civilian girlfriend.

-> mentions of large age-gaps, referenced sexual content, alcohol use. afab!fem!reader. minor dubcon (everyone's drunk.)

thinking that you're studying in uni. working on the side to try and afford rent and, if you're lucky, some noodles every other night. you don't really get seen compared to your friends, who go out clubbing and spend their spare time on dating apps.

one time, your friend drags you to a bar. not usually your scene, considering its clientele is more for tradies, and military-type men. not like the stuck-up blue collar boys at your uni.

cue you getting drunk off your ass, barely even standing, when you bump into one johhny mactavish.

he holds your elbows, your chest crashing into his. gentle with it, too -- kind and sweet and grounding.

"y'alright, lass?" he asks, a small smirk on his face, eyes darting across your frame greedily. he, in all fairness, looks nearly as drunk as you. he stumbles a little with your weight.

you giggle, tilting your head to look at him. say something stupid like, "you don't look like a student."

his brows raise, his dimples deepen. "aye, very smart, hen."

you preen with the compliment, a cheesy grin stuck to your face. you make no move to stand up and leave. you think your friend just left with a guy anyways.

johnny moves you, muscled arm around your waist as he takes you to a booth.

three other men sit in it, only one looking somewhere in a ten-year age bracket to you. they're all impossibly large, filling out the space with ease. your stomach swoops, but you easily blame the alcohol.

manoeuvring you so you sit in his lap, johnny's hand is a comforting weight on your waist. he huffs a laugh.

"didn't realise we were goin' for jailbait, soap," the youngest one chimes, dark features shining in the pub's dim light. his eyes trail your frame silkily.

you can't stop the roll of your eyes -- your inhibitions have made you senseless. "'m not, 'm completely," you drag out the syllables, "legal."

a hand on your thigh makes you jolt, and when you look over, a blonde man with a black medical mask raises an unimpressed brow. "got a problem, kid?"

you shoot him a weak glare. "not a kid. weirdo."

the arm around your waist tightens, as does the weirdo's hand encompassing your thigh.

"not scared of anythin', are you darl'?" the final man in the booth asks, hands folded together where they rest at the table. he looks at least double your age, and that simple fact along with his drawling words has your core tightening.

"what's there to be scared of?" you ask, stupidly. your head tilts to the side, unknowingly moving to rest on johnny's shoulder. he doesn't comment.

"miss bein' young and drunk," gaz sighs, hand softly gripping the gin sat on the table in front of him.

"you look young," your brows furrow, not understanding. how old could he really be, to act so nostalgic of your current predicament? "how old are you guys?"

it's an embarrassing question -- makes you feel like a child all over again. but your interest is quickly peaking, and your need for answers overpowers your need for decorum.

johnny's the one to answer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers.

"gaz, the pretty one over there, he's twenty-eight," he murmurs, heat stirring low in your gut as you nod mindlessly, meeting gaz's eyes.

johnny stokes his thumb over the skin of your hip, and you curl into him further -- stranger be damned.

"i'm thirty," he hums, and god, he sounds so fucking sensual you're about to melt into his arms. if you aren't already.

"the guy in the mask?" said man's hand tightens impossibly against your skin, fingers just shy of grazing your aching pussy, "he's thirty-seven. got a lot of experience, aye?"

you shudder.

"what about you?" you end up voicing, shyly meeting the last man's gaze. he takes a slow sip of his whiskey.

he leans back into the cushion, eyeing you carefully.

"forty-three."

your thighs squeeze together, and fuck, if that's not a turn-on. no matter how unsafe you should feel, surrounded by four military-grade, older men, it only manages to have you wet beyond belief.

all you can manage is one question.

"take me home?"

[wanologic]

#besties

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

You made her cry, time to die.

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[darkmuffinstudios]

awful news gamers /lh

[revvetha]

[shows up at your door at 2AM] hey can we go through that last D&D session scene by scene and discuss the symbolism and the narrative themes and their implications, and how each character has grown and evolved? But in a normal way?

[octy-in-boots]

Many things change; some things never do.

Art by @ornerine and @agarthanguide!

[choccy-milky]

insatiable clora and (barely) resisting seb from my latest chap🌡️💕

[gayori-boi]

Gif of Gamz stimming, because I'm projecting very hard on him