#How dare you accuse me of doing such a thing /j

[what-if-nct]

NCT reaction to someone making fun of their plus size girlfriend. Part 2

part 1

Mark: "Hey, you wanna get out of here?" Mark took your hand in his , gathered your things and led you to an isolated part of the mall. "It's okay" He wrapped you in his arms and held you close to his chest. "It's okay" he repeated pressing his lips onto the top of your head. He slid his hands down your shoulders as he pulled away. "I hope you know that nothing they said makes any sense and there is nothing wrong with your body. Please tell me you know that?" Mark's eyes were soft as they held yours. You say "yes" resulting in Mark pulling you back into him. "Good, never forget that" he said softly as he held you tighter.

Xiaojun: "Stay right here okay" Xiaojun ran his hand down your hair before placing a kiss on your cheek. He then went into the office area of the pool house. You could see him through the window pointing at the people whose words caused you to cover yourself and retreat to the cabana away from them. Xiaojun soon thanked the employee in the office and returned to you. "It's all taken care of." Xiaojun sat beside you pulling you close to his chest. "You should know that you're absolutely perfect and anyone who makes you feel otherwise is a jerk who doesn't matter" Xiaojun held you tighter as security guards pulled the group of people who were insulting you away. You questioned how he did that. And all he said was "Just an exaggerated version of the truth to make sure something was done" he smiled as he kissed the top of your head

Hendery: "Remember the plan?" Hendery looked to you as you both walked toward the two boys who made fun of you. You nod as you follow Hendery's lead. "Okay, on the count of three. 1, 2, 3" You and Hendery pour your large cups of soda on them. "Run" you both run but just as the guys stand up Hendery turns back around and stands in front of you. "What do you think you're going to do?" Hendery's voice seemed deeper. The boys sat back down and Hendery turned around but then one of them took another jab at your weight and Hendery decided to pick up a food court chair to get his point across a few more times before being pulled away by mall security.

Renjun: "Hey." Renjun tucked your hair behind your ear "Just sit here okay" His voice was soft as he looked at you. He then quickly sprinted to the man who was making fun of you, he climbed on top of the table behind him. And lunged at him. Throwing punches, breaking teeth, blood was drawn, he was accused of having a knife but one wasn't found on him and he was just banned from the mall. A knife was later found buried in a planter nearby but no finger prints were found on it. To Renjun it was worth it and he'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Jeno: "Don't listen to that guy, he's a dumb ass. Let's go." He picked up your coat and helped you off the bar stool. Just as you we're leaving the man at the pool table barreled one more insult toward you causing Jeno's face to turn red. He handed you the car keys, pushed you a safe distance away and turned around landing a punch straight into the guy's jaw sending him to the floor. Jeno grabbed his unfinished bottle of beer and wrapped his arm around you and walked you two out of the bar.

Haechan: "What the fuck did you just say about her?" Haechan immediately turned as you two were walking to the car. "You shouldn't even utter a word about her weight. She's a goddess who wouldn't even give you a second glance. So since you were able to say it behind her back say it straight to my face." Haechan got mere centimeters to his face. "I fucking dare you" Haechan suddenly pulled out a knife and held it to his neck, "Give me a reason" he whispered as you called for him to stop. The man who insulted you didn't speak and the fear in his eyes caused Haechan to chuckle. "That's what I thought" Haechan pulled the knife away before punching him in the stomach sending him to the ground alone in the dark as Haechan and you ran to the car.

Jaemin: "Come here" Jaemin pulled you into his chest holding your as tight as he possibly could. "Have I ever told you how much I love and adore you." He spoke softly "You are amazing, beautiful, funny, smart, sweet and I've never been more happy than I am with you" He spoke sweetly drowning out the surrounding noise. "You're body is absolutely beautiful as it is, you're soft, warm, curvy, very sexy and you deserve to only hear nice things about yourself." Jaemin somehow ended up intertwined with you. You do not know how it happened but you don't remember the mean comments people were making.

Yangyang: "Stay right here, I'll handle this " Yangyang placed you farther from where you were when a group of boys were making fun of you in the park. You watched Yangyang walk toward them. He walked around the tree then half way back to you. He pulled out a slingshot and a rock and aimed it at the branch above the group of boys. Yangyang immediately ran to you grabbing your hand as a wasp nest fell on the boys beneath it. "That should teach them not to make fun of someone" Yangyang gave you a smile as he pulled you out of the park.

Chenle: Chenle's entire demeanor changed as the men nearby made remark after remark about your weight. "Listen to me I just texted Renjun he's coming to pick you up okay. Don't let what any of those men said get to you. Don't worry about me. If anyone asks you, me and Renjun went to a movie." Chenle kissed your forehead before taking you to the front where you met Renjun. As Renjun drove you home, Chenle sat in his car with gloves on, and a few weapons in the front seat, the moment the men who made fun of you went to their car Chenle followed. No one knows what happened next but five men went missing that day.

Jisung: Jisung instantly covered your ears with his hands awaiting a moment of silence from the group of girls behind you. Once there was a window he grabbed your hand and pulled you outside. Once outside he immediately wrapped his arms around you. "Please don't let them get to you" His deep voice spoke above you. "There is nothing wrong with your weight please don't think that" His voice broke as his face sunk into your hair. "Please don't think that" he held you tighter his body shaking against yours. You pulled away slightly and wiped his tears away with your sleeve. "I don't" You pressed your lips against his causing his cheeks to flush bright red. "You're perfect" he returned the kiss, making it last much longer this time.

[c0llisiion]

could you do a junwon (ex fantasy boys) full smut where he basically ties the reader up, spanks her, and really really degrades her? Idk if you are a dark content writer, but if you are, could you make him like toxic and manipulative? If not, then don’t include that part. Also, could I please be 🛍 anon? Thanksss!!!<<<3333

EYE CANDY - y.jw

★pairing: yun junwon + fem!reader

★genre : smut

★: meandom!jw , sub!reader , spanking, restrictions , clit slapping, squirting, cervix fucking , toxicex!jw , name calling, he is kinda mean to reader , bj , raw sex (practice protected sex!) spit kink , mention of d34th(once) — lmk if i missed any! ^^

★W/C: 1,815

A/N: AHHHH WTFFF I NEVER THOUGHT I WILL BE WRITING FOR MY WONNIE MY POOKIE WOOKIE IMH 😭😭😭☝️☝️☝️ THIS WAS SO EXCITING HOPE YOU LIKED IT ANON! i tried my best plssss 💀💔

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Toxic ex-boyfriend junwon who refused to give you a break. His constant cheating and douchebag personality were the only reasons you broke up with him. You lost count of the number of times he cheated on you or blamed you for things you never did. Oh, you talked to one of your guy friends? He would accuse you of cheating on him. Fake tears stream down his face as he keeps blabbing about how you broke his trust and how much of a slut you are for speaking to other men. But when it was the vice versa? He would once again blame you. He would continue to express his hatred towards you and how it was YOUR fault that he had to resort to cheating because you were unable to provide him with what he desired. and every time things would end between you both, it was either him on his knees crying and hollering for you to take him back or your face smushed onto his pillow while he fucked into you mercilessly.

This time, it was unlike any other. He had you bent over his lap. His leather belt tied your hands behind your back while he assaulted your ass. “Tell me, sweetheart.” He would put on a fake sweet tone, his slender fingers rubbing circles into your glistening cunt as his other hand smoothed over your red cheeks. “How is it like to be an attention-seeking bitch?” He spat. His harsh words and the way he teased your hole made you whine. The area became more red after a loud slap hit your ass. “Words. Use your fucking words.” He said, pulling your hair back so he could make eye contact with you. Your eyes were puffy and red from the constant teasing and pain. He liked seeing you in this state. All vulnerable and in the mercy of his hands. “I-i didn’t do anything jun… i was j-just-“ you moaned out loud as another slap landed on your ass. “Wrong. I saw the way you looked at them. I noticed everything. The way you touched his arm. How could you do that? How dare you? Why don’t you learn, y/n?!” He said it in a disappointed tone. "I bet you wanted him to fuck you. Thats right, the only thing you are worth for is sucking on dicks.” You shook your head every time nonsense words came out of his mouth. “I-i would never …!” He slapped your sopping cunt. You winced at the pain. It was overwhelming. “Lies.” He bluntly told you as his hand rubbed over your red ass cheeks before spanking you again, this time harder. You jerked off his body at impact. “Always lying.” You shake your head before speaking up. “Im only fit for you… junwon.” you managed to mumble out. You felt his eyes stare into your soul as you mumbled those words. His fingers started prodding into your needy hole. Your toes curled as your insides finally got their desired stimulation. “Say that again will ya?” He said as pushing his three fingers into you. You moaned softly before it was replaced by a loud cry as he spanked you once again. “Speak tf up!” He said basically screaming into your ears. “YES! Yes! God- im only f-fit for you junwon! You! I want your cock in me so bad. I want you to fuck me till I can’t think straight anymore!” You babbled. He chuckled darkly at your response. “Good girl…” he says. You sigh and try to relax a bit when you feel a sudden shift. You were now on your knees; his cock, now free, was right in your face, and your nose and lips were touching it. He held it in one hand while the other was holding your head tightly. He rubbed his cock on your face. Smearing his pre all over. He groaned at the sight. You stayed silent, not having the liberty to do anything in your current state. He brought his tip to your lips before pushing in harshly. You groaned out loud as your throat choked around his hard length. Your eyes filled with tears as you stared up at him. He stared, bobbing your head up and down his dick. Pushing deeper and deeper till his tip hit the back of your throat. Your constant gagging and choking were turning him on. He loved watching your spit collect around his base and spread around your mouth. 

He pulled back, finally letting you breathe. He brought your face closer to his crotch, his cock hitting your cheeks. He smiled down at you, smoothing over your sweaty forehead. Your eyes were unfocused and tired. “Tired?” He asks in his fake tone again. You nod, your eyebrows scrunching up in discomfort.  “Too bad.” That was all he said before shoving his cock down your throat again, but this time with greater force. He kept bucking his hips, hitting the back of your throat each time. His head was thrown back as he basked in the moment. He let go of your hair, giving you the chance to work on his dick by yourself. You knew exactly how to please him. Your head bobbed around his length faster. Gagging each time. You pulled away with a gasp, your face already a sticky mess, before spitting on his tip and sucking on it. Junwon was in awe as he watched. “Look at you.. doing so good? I was so right.. like always. You really are only fit for this. So pretty. So so pretty. Im so glad that I am the only one who gets to have you as my cockslut.” He moaned out. Your mouth continued working on him. His chest was heaving, and his breath was getting shorter. His eyes were squeezed shut, which indicated he was close. “F-fuck.. fuck just like that, keep going…” your tongue circled around his girth, giving his tip special attention. Within seconds, junwon was cumming in your mouth. He pushed your head down more and more until your nose hit his pelvis. You felt hot cum spill into your throat over and over again, swallowing shamelessly. Your eyes swelled with tears as he pulled you off his dick. He pushed two fingers into your mouth, prompting you to open wide. His thumb rested on your tongue as he observed your mouth. A smug smile was plastered on his face. Junwon slapped your face before taking your jaws in his hands. “You swallowed without me even asking?… i fucking love you.” He says, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. His hands wrap around your neck as he pulls you into a rough kiss. He lifted you up from your knees, pushing you down to the couch. Your legs were instinctively spread wide open, waiting for him to bury his cock into you already.

He looked down at you. Your pussy glistening under the soft lights that decorated your once-shared apartment. He looked back up at you. A stupid smirk was on his face as he rubbed his tip up and down your folds. “Look at you all wet and needy…you want me to fuck you silly? Huh? You want me to ram you into this couch? Yeah? That's the only thing you are good for..” he said. “..Taking my cock in like a good fucking whore.” His hands around your neck as he pushes his girth into your sopping cunt slowly. Loud squelches were heard as you tried taking him in. “Good lord.. do you hear that..? Do you hear your pussy? So fucking wet, your pussy is literally dripping…” he groans as he continues pushing, watching you suck him in. “Fuck– you are such a filthy whore… making a mess already,,,” your juices were dripping down from your hole to the white couch, creating a small wet mess on the furniture. You arched your back off of the couch as his girth hit your cervix. He hissed as your pussy clenched around him, and without any hesitation, he started ramming into you. Your mouth flung open, and your eyes went wide as his thick cock abused your soft walls. Choked-out moans and gasps escaped your mouth. Junwon was staring down at the bulge that had formed in your lower belly. He smirked before tightening his grip on you, fucking into your cervix. Your eyes rolled back, and tears started spilling.

He was getting turned on more and more as you continued crying. His other hand gave your clit a small slap, causing you to jerk and wince at the pain. His hot spit landed on your throbbing bud, using it as a lubricant to flick your clit. Your legs were twitching as he continued to squeeze and tug on your bud. “Junwon! Gentle…! Please…” you whined out. He slapped your tit in response. “Shut the fuck up. You dont get to say anything after all you did. You wanna be a cock-hungry slut? I will make you one.” You shook her head before you felt a gush of white spill out of you. Junwon groaned as he felt your arousal coat his dick and drip down. He started fucking into you harder, determined to pull out at least three more orgasms out of you. “Thats right.. cum for me.. so good..” You were moaning mess as he kept pounding into you. “J-jun.. fuck! Too much.. k-keep.. going!” Junwon smirked as you babbled those words. “yeah? You like my cock buried inside your sweet little pussy don't you sweetheart? Gosh your pussy is sucking me in so good .. What did ya say earlier? You hated me? You wanted me dead?” He chuckled darkly. “Your cunt says otherwise.” A stupid smirk plastered on his face. You felt yourself getting closer to your high.

Junwon noticed how your head was thrown back, your eyes shut, and your breath was faltering. He knew you were close. He increased his speed. Sounds of wet skin slapped echoed through the walls. You gasped out loud when you felt yourself come undone. Squirting all over his abdomen. Junwon kept rutting into you as he helped you ride your orgasm. “Oh god…” he moaned as clear liquid kept gushing out of you. His thrusts got sloppier as he kept pounding into you. Your pussy was spasming around him, your arousal was still flowing out. 

“F-fuck!..” he let out a loud moan as his seeds filled you up. You were unconsciously clenching around him, milking him. His bit down his lips and his eyes were squeezed shut as he slowly pulled out of you, his cum leaking out of you. He sat back on the coffee table with heavy breaths as he stared at your splayed-out body, covered in sweat, bruises from his grasp, and his milky white cum dripping out of your abused hole with a smug smirk.

A/N: thank you for readingggg <3 yoongi fic might drop soon so 😋💅

[olderthannetfic]

“Besides, thinking in terms of "clearing your name" is very black and white and self-important.” You said this on my anon about how to not care about randos blocking you, can you elaborate there?

Tbh framing it as callout posts maybe wasn’t the best choice, J agree that no one in 2023 who listens to those is very smart, I’m thinking more of where I get in a discussion about X representation with one individual and I don’t respond the way they like/respond at all and don’t 100% agree with them and bow down to their infinite wisdom since they’re part of X minority group, and then that person starts *privately* warning others in the fandom (like in discords and stuff) that I’m X-ist or “unsafe for X people to follow” or I “talk over X people” and a bunch of people who weren’t involved at all start blocking for safety reasons. (And yeah I’m not being paranoid, people have told me this is happening.) The thing is, I’m sympathetic to why marginalized people are a bit over cautious in blocking — I have been myself, too — but there are so many people now who weaponize that for mean girl shit by just saying “racist” or “homophobic” or whatever and not discussing the actual situation, since that might cause some of these individuals to disagree with them if they knew. And it bothers me so much because a lot of these people are themselves deeply bigoted in other ways: for instance, I know someone in a fandom who was slurred as antisemitic and blocked by a bunch of randos where the “antisemitism” was “disagreed with one (1) Jewish person about whether a fictional group was a Nazi analogue” and the Jewish user in question was really racist toward people from some of the groups victimized by those other proposed analogues — but of course that is left out in that person’s version of events, as is the fact that plenty more Jewish people in the discussion agreed with OP than didn’t. Situations like that and what happened to me are why I think now it just makes sense to require evidence (as in the offending posts) when someone does an “OP is a terf” or whatever, so you can make up your own mind — but I’ve seen people get accused of shit just for asking that. Someone even said in response “a trans woman asked you nicely and you can’t even just take her word for it and block the TERF, you have to ask her to do the emotional labor of finding proof for you?” Yeah? She’s a stranger? I think it’s normal not to listen to random accusations from strangers without evidence behind them????

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I mean, I assume tons of people block me for "safety reasons", but that's both their prerogative and a them problem.

You can either placate people all the time, or you can accept that some people will find you contentious/annoying/scary/whatever.

Whisper campaigns and callouts aren't actually different here. Someone who believes the rando that you're a bigot is also not interested in doing their own thinking and investigation. Maybe they're tired and busy. I can't fault them for that. Maybe they're easily led and you're better off without them.

The situation remains the same: there are a fuckton of people in the world and you are not going to run out of people to hang out with just because some believed a rumor.

People who go "How dare you ask for evidence?!" are generally bad news, especially when they have decided to intentionally take upon themselves the labor of spreading the news about so-and-so.

If someone demands I do a thing and then throws a tantrum, it's that person who's getting blocked.

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As for why it's black and white and self-important, my reasons were in the other post:

Yes, I'm sure some people did just believe a whisper campaign and they genuinely think you're a bigot and that scared them off...

...but to assume that's necessarily why a specific person blocked you is silly.

It's entirely plausible that they blocked you after looking at your actual tumblr/twitter/whatever and finding you not to their taste. Maybe they looked after hearing the rumors, but that doesn't mean the rumors themselves are why they blocked. It's plausible that they block everyone whom they perceive to be involved in wank on the theory that no matter who's at fault, blocking all and sundry will lead to a quieter fandom life. They may block everyone who ships something they dislike. They may block for one single annoying response on one single post that they happen to see. (I have blocked hundreds of people for this kind of reason. Maybe thousands.)

The reason it's black and white thinking is that many people block for all kinds of murky "I just felt like it" reasons that aren't as dramatic as dividing other users into Safe and Unsafe, Good and Bad.

The reason it's self-important is that you're imagining that you matter to this person. You probably don't. Their reasons may be extraordinarily petty and not this grand drama about whether you're a bigot or not.

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I mean, sure, the pattern you describe above is a constant in fandom now from what I can tell, but who cares?

The people being hurt by this are the people who are preemptively blocking interesting tumblrs, not the tumblrs that got blocked.

I suppose it's compassionate to wish for people to learn how to do their own research and not be swayed by rumors, but it's also not my job to save them from their lack of critical thinking skills.

[wellthebardsdead]

*Secrets Part 1*

———

Henwen: *face and body covered in heavy robes as he walks into Riften a few days after rescuing Kaidan and climbing to high hrothgar to speak with the grey beards*

Kaidan: You don’t seem to keen on heading to get the war horn. We’re a long way from morthal.

Henwen: *sighs and looks up at him* look at me Kaidan. You saw how poorly I fight. Unless it’s a bear or a troll I’m useless… How am I meant to be the dragonborn if I can’t fight beyond using a spear?… Besides, I’m running low on coin after you drank the inn out of its ale. We stay here for tonight and I try to earn us some money.

Kaidan: I said I was sorry didn’t I? And you’re not useless you just need some training. And if all else fails that’s what I’m for, it’s my job to protect you.

Henwen: You shouldn’t have to protect me though… *sighs and walks ahead a little only to jump in fright as a large brute of a man snarls at him from the shadows*

Maul: Hey! I don’t know you. You in riften looking for trouble?

Henwen: I- no I’m j-just here for work.

Maul: *pushes off the post he was leaning on to get a closer look and try to see under the elf’s hood* Work huh? What’s a shifty looking guy like you do for w- *immediately backs up as Kaidan steps forward*

Kaidan: Ay! Asshole! *grabs Henwen gently but firmly as he tucks him behind his body to keep him shielded* This one. Is under MY protection and I will seperate your head from your body faster than you can blink! If you, interfere, with us.

Maul: *visibly intimidated by the giant warrior* easy there big guy- I don’t want any trouble. *backs away and walks off*

Kaidan: *grunts at him as he leaves before looking back at Henwen* You alright?

Henwen: y-yeah. Just, caught off guard…

Kaidan: You best learn to keep it up… Especially around this place…

Henwen: aye… *walks ahead and into the tavern*

*a few hours later*

Henwen: *finished playing his lyre and singing for the lunch time crowd as they began to filter out and return to work, only to spot a handsome and well dressed man staring at him by the door* … *Nervously looks away and tucks his earnings into his concealed pocket*

???: All of skyrims songbirds are certainly envious of your voice, lad.

Henwen: *spins around and nearly jumps out of his skin seeing the man leaning against the wall next to him now* I-!?

???: I take it by how lite in the pockets you are that you’re looking for work yeah? I have an opportunity available right now suited for someone with your, nimble fingers. *gestures to the lyre in his hands*

Henwen: *stupidly thinks hes offering a music gig* oh? It depends if there’s coin involved.

???: heh, do this right, and there’ll be more gold in it for you then you could ever imagine. The names Brynjolf by the way. Follow me, I’ll show you what needs doing.

*A few moments later*

Henwen: *staring at the stolen ring in his hand, blood boiling as he looks at the poor unsuspecting dunmer he’s supposed to plant it on* … *disappears into the crowd downing an invisibility potion as he goes* trick me into trying to get an innocent person imprisoned, I’ll teach you a lesson you prick… *creeps up to Brynjolf and slips the ring into his pocket before hurrying away and reappearing, giving the red headed thief the signal of a job done*

Brynjolf: *nods and smirks thinking things are finally going right as he watches the guards accost and harass the dunmer into turning out his pockets… only to look concerned and confused as said pockets come out empty* what?…

Henwen: *suddenly points at Brynjolf* HELP! THIEF!!! HE STOLE FROM THE ARGONIAN JEWELLER!!

Brynjolf: *face a mix of shock and rage* I?! Exu- how dare you accuse me of something like that?!

Madesi: he what- don’t be ridiculous how could he o- *freezes seeing his strongbox missing the ring* I- GUARDS!

The guards: *secretly thieves too, now looking very nervous as they walk over to Brynjolf and turn out his pockets revealing the ring* Erm? Yep, there. There it is…

Henwen: *yoinks it from their hand and glares at Brynjolf, his smug little grin hidden behind his cowl as he walks off and returns the ring to the argonian* I saw him grab it when the crowd disbursed.

Madesi: *takes the ring back and gladly hands him a bag of gold* Thank you so much. I knew he had ties to the guild but they really must be desperate to pull a stunt like that. *watches as the guards lead Bryn off supposedly to jail, and the look on his face as he glares at the shrouded snow elf* You best watch your back though now… I have a feeling he’s not going to let this go easily…

Henwen: *looks back at Bryn meeting his gaze one more time* I think you’re right…

*That evening*

Henwen: *playing and singing for the tavern again. Watching Kaidan get drunker and drunker with concern, but staring at the numerous shady figures around the inn with even greater concern as they all stare back at him* Thank you all! I’m going to take a short break-

Drunkard: oiii you can’t stop now you haven’t played Ragnar the red yet!

Patron: yes he did you twit you made him sing it twice!

The tavern: *erupts with laughter and chatter as they turn their attention away from the bard, everyone except the shady figures*

Henwen: … *walks over to Kaidan quietly and hands him the money he earned* Ere, I’m going to go have a piss, don’t get too pissed while I’m out, we’re leaving early in the morning remember?

Kaidan: Aye, I remember, don’t you be getting into -*hiccups* trouble now, alright? Riftens dangerous at night.

Henwen: I know. I’ll be careful… *smiles nervously at him before walking outside, and slowly moving around to the back of the inn as if he’s casually off to do his business, only to be met face to face with Brynjolf, dressed openly in thieves guild armour, flanked by two other thieves* shit.

Brynjolf: I’m impressed lad… it’s one thing to plant a ring on some unsuspecting fool. It’s another thing to plant one in the pocket of a seasoned thief… You’ve more than proven your worth to the guild, and can’t let you slip out of our grasp now can we? Especially since you owe us a debt now.

Henwen: I owe you nothing… *backs up, reaching for his spear only to be grabbed by two rough hands from behind, one on his throat, the other on his wrist* Gaghh!! *grabs at the hand on his throat, clawing at it violently only making it squeeze tighter*

Brynjolf: Don’t damage him Dirge, he owes us a lot for making us look like a bunch of fools today… *slowly moves forward grabbing at fabric concealing the elf’s identity* and he can make his first payment by showing us what he’s hid- *goes quiet as the bloodied point of a blade stops seconds from meeting his eye*

Kaidan: Let him go. Or I’m taking your friends other arm too…

Dirge: … *slowly looks down to see his arm had been sliced completely off* … *looks at Brynjolf* …Ow… *wobbles a little before letting go of Henwen and blacking out*

[cursedchildofchaos]

15 Question & 15 Mutuals not doing that part right now cuz i’m lazy

how dare you, @thelegendofsqam /j I was the one who tagged you last time, tho, smh. 

1. Are you named after anyone?

Middle name , but also, not. It’s more I was named in association with someone.

2. When was the last time you cried?  

This week’s been a blur, but I definitely cried on Tuesday cuz i have an angsty poem to prove it.

3. Do you have kids?

no but I have probably called a fictional character babygirl or my baby at one point

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?  

What’s that? 

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?  

Not this question again. I guess I notice hair or clothes.

6. What's your eye color?  

Well, I guess I've never looked at my eyes before. I just don't think I've ever seen eyes this color before. Matter of fact I don't think I've ever seen this color before. Yes, I have, yes I have. I was on a ski weekend, up at Stowe. I was coming in late one day – last person off the slope – the sun had just gone down. And the sky became this incredible color. I usually don’t, notice things like that, and I found myself kind of walking around in the cold, hoping that it wouldn’t change; wishing that I had someone there to share it with me. Afterwards I tried to convince myself I had imagined that color; that I hadn’t really seen it. Nothing on this earth could be this beautiful. Now I see I was wrong.

(what are you talking about, I didn’t steal this! how dare you accuse me...okay, yeah, it’s from Cheers)

7. Scary movies or happy endings?  

Nothing too scary pls, but if it’s moderately scary and has an ending that doesn’t make me feel sick, okay, yeah sure why not.

8. Any special talents?  

chaos

9. Where were you born?  

I grew from a plant seed in a witch’s garden. I am a curse to this earth

10. What are your hobbies?  

I don’t have hobbies. All my hobbies become my life goals. Okay, maybe photography, arts and crafts, going to the ren faire, mbti, or video games

11. Have you any pets?

I had a dream about a kitten with back issues the other night that I grew attached to and I have a few stuffed animals (like toys not taxidermy just to be clear). My real pets live in another state

12. What sports do you play/have you played?  

I went horseback riding a few times. Other sports I gave up to do theatre...but theatre can be a sport at least during the dance numbers...tho, I was very uncoordinated and moved behind people on stage once

13. How tall are you?  

Not 6 ft, Not 5′5 ft. Somewhere in between.

14. Favorite subject in school?  

I liked art and drama. I like taking writing classes now.

15. Dream job?  

Assassin assigned to kill @thelegendofsqam​ /j

I would like to own a book store and costume shop that I live above while write books and draw during my spare time.

YOU ARE ALL TAGGED IF YOU WANNA DO IT

[pokedexcamp]

(💘)

✘ Do you have a partner Pokémon you like more than the rest? Why?

(Hello!! :) @chomperblue)

How dare you accuse me of favoritism /j

I don't have a favorite in general, but I do have favorites at like. Specific things? Like Venus is the best cuddler and Leavanny is the most helpful with crafts

I feel like most people's partner is their first pokemon. For me, that's Axon, who I was given as a child since he's a service pokemon. He's always been there for me since I got him.

Axon is also the reason I don't have a classic starter pokemon (I was told you're only eligible for one if you don't have a pokemon yet, since lots of kids go out and catch their own) but I don't mind. I'm very happy with the team I have today. I love all of them a lot, and they all help me in unique ways.

[canon-fcdder]

"Wh-what w-w-were you expecting me to say? Were you ex-expecting some big apology f-for 'leading y-y-you on' or wh-whatever? For 'm-making you think I cared about you'? C-cause I'm not sorry. None of our relationship w-was fake, Eiland. We j-j-just... had-had very different expectations from it. So, no, I'm not g-gonna apologize for it," Seto snapped at the historian. He wasn't lying either. He might've never told the other about why he was really in Mistria, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the other's company, even knowing his mission was to ruin the community the other worked to build up. Eiland had probably gotten a little more attached than Seto did since he knew it wouldn't last and had thought the other was getting close to garner favor for the town, but he wouldn't have spent so much of his time with him if he didn't like him. Not unless Eiland was giving him something worth spending his time with him. ( More Pain! ) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @nickelsdrocs 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 After learning more about Seto's... situation, Eiland had known he wanted to help the other man. He wasn't entirely sure how to yet, but with March's help and their combined stubborn nature ( an exhausting force to be reckoned with ) surely they would be able to. However, Eiland was painfully aware of one very crucial aspect of it all... Seto and whether he even WANTED to be helped. Their last conversation at that incredibly unenjoyable gathering ( the rose-haired noble sticking to his sister's side aside from when he broke away in curiosity about what Seto was up to ) had left Eiland with a sour taste in his stomach.

When he returned to the solitude of his room— somewhere quiet enough to think —he hadn't been proud of how he handled the situation... Although he can't bring himself to shoulder ALL of the blame either. Seto had become confrontational first. Eiland simply met the others accusation with further arguments. A pattern coming to light thanks to this newest attempt at reaching through to the trapped individual. While Eiland knows he should rise above it and keep his composure— March, surprisingly, may be more adept at handling Seto's lashing out, considering how understanding he was ( while intoxicated but STILL ) —his temper has yet to submit to common sense. Nor does the ever-present pang in his chest.

He doesn't like being snapped at by his ex boyfriend the guy he's been spending the last several months crying over. Go figure.

❝ Actually, this is exactly what I expected. ❞ Spat right back before he can stop himself, the noble bristling like a kicked cat at the others honesty audacity. ❝ I may have hoped for something else, but THIS time my ❛ expectations ❜ were realistic. ❞ Voice drips with bitterness that makes his stomach churn, clenched fists trembling at his sides as he's already begun silently chastising himself. Knowing he'll be replaying this conversation over and over when alone, like he's done with the LAST one. Yet he doesn't stop because— overly-sensitive petty as it makes him feel —part of him knows he has a right to this pain indignation. Or at the very least, an apology.

Albeit not for what Seto assumes.

❝ Even if you're right, even if it's my fault for not assuming it was all transactional and came with an expiration date— ❞ Eiland can't argue that he was naive for daring to consider anything else. For getting overly-attached when he KNEW it was likely to fall apart in due time. Everything that happened was his fault. ❝ You still- You used me, Seto. You manipulated and used and then abandoned me. Do you realize that? ❞ Voice raises, less of a yell and more desperate exasperated insistence. ❝ Yet I accept this. I realize you were doing what you had to and I concede that you didn't even know me when you began. Perhaps you DID grow to ❛ care ❜ as things developed— I don't fault you for what you did. ❞

... Not entirely, anyway. But this is no time for splitting those hairs.

❝ But it still HURT. ❞ Voice breaks, Eiland cursing the glossiness he feels rising in his glare. ❝ Even if you had to do it... You hurt me. The least you could do is be sorry about that. ❞ With a deep intake of breath, Eiland closes his eyes and runs his hands through his hair. This isn't getting them anywhere. Besides... how much is a ❛ sorry ❜ going to change even if he DID get one? Seto still can't stand him. Likely views him as a petulant brat incapable of handling harsh realities. Maybe he's right. With a tired huff, he massages a couple fingers into his temple to stave off a headache. Lack of sleep and constantly debating whether you're a bad person will do that.

Aiming a resigned look at Seto, he hastily changes the subject to a more fruitful one. ❝ Do you have anything you would like me to pass on to March? Your abrupt disappearance was not easy on him, after all... I think we can at least agree he would benefit from— ❞ and DESERVES ❝ —some remorse. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[strywoven]

@metrictita has requested a story : "ya lookin' at me like ya insatiable . . . " zaya's voice trailed off into a low whisper, hovering over kaen's form with a stare akin to a wolf hunting a fawn. brown irises trained upon their features, lingering upon their eyes & then chasing after their lips whilst a grin slowly rose to his own. "what were ya thinkin' when ya bit me?" his finger still stung, bite marks evident beneath silver ring that adorned his digit & was now spread next to kaen's head; though, despite his somewhat annoyed sounding tone, there was clear amusement upon his features. "don't worry, i'll be returnin' the favor." voice subsided into a growl as he leaned down, lips pressing against their own – hurried, yet hungry as they move against their own. & then, sharp teeth came down upon their bottom lip, sucking on the aggravated spot before releasing their puffy lip with a pop. "all better?"

𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅

As known saying does go : REAP WHAT YOU SOW ⸺ All that p l a y and p r o v o c a t i o n , indeed , what did the little doe expect ?

Yet if anyone would put up with this bratty nuisance of a god-creature , surely it would be Zaya.  Lo’ how w r o n g they are.  Perhaps , Kaen realizes , they have tried him a few too many times , tempting the boundaries of their companionship and teasing the blurred lines of what is and is not ( in good fun ! never did they mean any harm ! ) .  Here now , though , backed to a corner with the other looming overhead and staring pointedly DOWN upon them , his gaze as intense as a hunter h u n g r i l y scrutinizing the willing and ready prey-thing which wandered into his snare.  It is a look they are , by now , a little TOO FAMILIAR WITH .  But seeing it in Zaya’s eyes inspires their heart to tick few beats faster , urges their divine blood to run h o t t e r .  Locked into place , the good little morsel they are , Kaen offers up a meek , wavering , a p o l o g e t i c grin for his accusation ( insatiable , indeed , if only for his company & attention ) .  Not even acting innocent and cute shall allow them leave from this , though.

His palm rests upon the side of their head , fingers curling ‘round the spire of a crystalline antler.  It is a slight pressure he applies , beckoning their head up and f o r w a r d , a motion they oblige almost eagerly , their mouth meeting his.  The kiss is brief , but heated , more than enough to send the poor doe’s mind off and away , falling dazedly out of focus ‘til the nip of his ivories upon rosen lip causes them to j o l t to attention ( pain does them good , makes them feel alive ) .  When he withdraws , their lip is swollen , a thin dribble of bright-burning blood trickling in a lazy streak from the minor puncture.  They tongue the mark , huffing softly , twists of smoke puffing from their nose.  HOW DARE HE JUST DO THAT ⸺ !

They grumble irritably , but the flushed hue to their stones is t e l l i n g enough , ❝ Oh , y- yeah , ne’er better.  Dun’ do tha’ shit agane. ❞  What a liar.

[jamiesgotchu]

HI HIIIII‼️‼️‼️IT'S MEEEEEEEEE‼️GARLIC DUDE‼️

How r uuuu‼️‼️‼️

Also I saw you like swooning over Mr small and like YOU LIKE TAWOG TOO HELLO⁉️⁉️⁉️

BRO DO U HAVE LIKE DISCORD OR SUM I GOTTA BE FRIENDS WITH YA UR SO COOL (it's ok if u don't have it or if u don't wanna :3 )

Have a great day and remember ur cool‼️‼️

-🧄anon

AHHSIQJEJQJ SWOONING HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF SUCH THINGS/J

(you're right I totally was)

I DO HAVE DISCORD!! I'll send you my tag in your dms!!:33 EE IM SO HAPPYYYY YOURE SO NICEEEE

Edit: I just realized I can't dm you because you're an anon 😨 ill put my tag in the replies!!

[anothersebastianblog]

Except if you really cared about sexual harassment you would criticize the actual perpetrator, Ric Flair, not Sebastian. You would blow up his social media with angry messages, not blogs and accounts about an actor who might play him. // You aren't being slick. What you are being tho, is gross. How on Earth do you not see the criticism against Ric on here? Pulling the "if you really cared you would (...)"-card is a move done by people who ACTUALLY don't care. I hate nothing more than rapists and abusers. I spend hours of my online activity doing things like spreading the truth about J*hnny D*pp for instance. Don't ever dare to accuse people like me of not actually caring. Now follow Mod's advice and leave.

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[faeri-fiction]

-1-

"Lin Shao, how could you do such a thing?!"

Dark clouds billowed outside the hall, torrential rain poured down and mixed with rumbling thunder, and only the flaming streaks of lightning remained in the pitch-black sky. It was clearly a midsummer afternoon, but the sky was as dark as midnight, one couldn't even see a hand in front of oneself.

In the Jinding Hall, the lights flickered, and the atmosphere inside the hall was as gloomy as outside. The elders with high seniority and great prestige stood in two rows like an array, all frowning and looking fierce.

Among them, the elder who stood at the front and had the most seniority spoke like a gong: "Lin Shao! You have insulted the master and violated the sect's principles! You are not worthy of being on the road to ascending immortality! Today I will clean up the sect with the position of the summit leader, and will you drive out of Xinglin Peak!"

Every word of the old man spoke was filled with divine judgement, his voice was as deep as an echo in the sky, and there was no room for maneuver. The woman named Lin Shao knelt in the hall with her knees down to the ground, her whole body in a state of distress, her face was pretty, her thin lips were tightly pressed, she was silent and her expression was stubborn.

She was sealed and frozen by a Daoist formation, unable to defend herself. At the same time, the accusations and comments of other elders in Xing Lin also slammed on her one after another.

"It's in vain that she is highly regarded by the uncle and the summit master. I thought she was a rare and outstanding disciple, but I didn't expect her to be such a corrupt person in private!"

"We people in Xinglin pursue the way of immortality with medicine as the way, and we should save lives and heal the wounded, but she dares to cheat on prescriptions and medical skills!"

"Now that I think about it, the so-called unique fairy technique she used before may have been a fraudulent trick. Otherwise, why did she always talk about the teacher giving up all the money, but no one from the same master as her learned it?!"

"Back when she was accepted into the peak, the fairy technique she performed at the assessment conference might be heresy..."

"It doesn't matter if it's just an ordinary devious scheme, but what Lin Shao exposed today makes me unable to hold my head up in front of other Daoist friends!"

In a few words, the woman was completely convicted. There were a lot of people present, and some people actually thought that they should investigate thoroughly before making a conclusion, but their voices were quickly drowned out by the excitement of the crowd, and some people couldn't open their mouths seeing the situation.

There were so many guests coming and going today, Xing Lin Peak could be said to have lost face when the accident happened. Lin Shao was quickly dragged to the peak. Because of the heavy rain, most of the elders had already dispersed, leaving only the girl's master.

The master was a haggard old man. He looked at the woman and let out a long sigh, then leaned over and released the sealing technique on her body.

As soon as Lin Shao was able to speak, she coughed a few times. The long restraint made her throat extremely dry and her body very stiff.

She immediately squeezed out the words through her teeth with difficulty: "Master...I didn't...I never did anything bad...why..."

The old man sighed sadly again: "I believe you."

He said: "But the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. Where is there no dispute in this world? Shao'er, you may have no desire to fight, but you blocked the way of others! Blame me, blame me for not teaching you this. "

Xinglin Peak is a Daoist sect of cultivating immortals. Everyone in the peak regards medicine as their Dao. In addition to alchemy and pharmaceuticals, they also understand the Daoism of the immortal sect. They can defend and fight, masters of the pen and sword.

The old man didn't have much power in Xinglin Peak, he was just a small peak master living in a corner, so it was such a pleasant surprise to receive such an amazingly talented disciple as Lin Shao, but he never expected to end up like this in the end.

The old man leaned down, put an umbrella in front of the woman, and said: "Things have developed to this point, even if I want to keep you, you can't stay. Shao'er, you have go to another place, don't be like this now."

The old man hunched over and disappeared into the peak. Not long after, the woman slowly picked up the old umbrella, barely supported her body, and stepped into the dark rainstorm on the other side. Although the elders of Xinglin Peak had dispersed, many disciples gathered at the entrance of the peak to watch the fun.

They didn't dare to get too close for the masters to notice, so they had to stand far away and stretch their necks. Naturally, they couldn't hear the conversation clearly, but the crowd was laughing and talking.

"Senior Sister Lin Shao was so beautiful back then! Unexpectedly, it was all fake!"

"Let me just say, how can a normal person use such medical skills. If she really has this kind of ability, why is she still practicing in Xinglin Peak? She should have ascended a long time ago!"

"As soon as Senior Sister Lin Shao leaves, the most outstanding person in Xinglin Peak will be senior brother again!"

The other two were talking quietly with their voices lowered.

A disciple said: "You clearly know that the so-called evidence is not from Senior Sister Lin Shao, why didn't you say it?"

Another disciple replied: "Why should I say that? What's wrong with Senior Sister Lin Shao leaving, besides..."

At this moment, the disciple hadn't finished his evasive words when he saw a white light burst from the clouds, the light was so clear that it almost stabbed the eyes of everyone present.

"What--"

The disciples unknowingly let out exclamations, and blocked the light with their hands and umbrellas one after another, but then, they actually saw a group of figures walking out of such a brilliant light among the clouds.

When they saw these figures clearly, they were suddenly silent.

There are more than ten people in this group, both male and female, they soared through the clouds and easily broke through the void of the nine heavens that the disciples, could not penetrate in their entire lives.

A group of people came here in splendor, full of immortal aura, and easily landed in front of Xinglin Peak's gate. Surrounded by torrential rain with nowhere to hide, but these people were safe and sound, with not a drip of water on their light sleeves.

It's a fairy!

It is a real fairy!

The disciples have practiced Daoism for many years, so they can naturally distinguish what is genuine immortal energy.

Xinglin Peak's disciples are almost going crazy. Although they usually call each other "friends of Daoism" and "friends of immortality", to put it bluntly, they are still mortals who seek longevity after all, and are far inferior to real immortals. It is a great honor to hear a little fairy sound.

At this time, Xinglin Peak's disciples didn't care about umbrellas and rain at all, and hurriedly kneeled respectfully on the extremely wet ground.

The elders of Xinglin Peak who had gone back earlier also rushed back, not only them, they heard that the real immortals came, and all the guests from other sects who came to visit today also came to the scene and hurriedly gathered at the gate of the peak.

Summit Master bowed respectfully, did not dare to raise his head, and asked tremblingly: "I don't know why all the saints are here today?"

The fairy standing at the front asked modestly: "Excuse me, is Fairy Lin Shao here?"

Everyone didn't expect the saint to ask for Lin Shao as soon as she opened her mouth, and the Summit Master was so nervous that his fingertips trembled. In a panic, he asked unconsciously, "Why does the saint wish to find Lin Shao?"

The fairy replied: "It's for my young master."

As she spoke, she took a half step sideways so that people could see behind her.

There, a male fairy was holding a boy carefully in his arms. The boy looked to be only two or three years old. Although most of his body remained human, he still had snow-white ears and a tail that looked like a wolf's tail. He was in a deep sleep at this time, his face was pale, and his breathing was short of breath. The male fairy carefully protected him in his arms so that he would not be exposed to the cold wind again.

The fairy said: "Lin Shao is the reincarnation of Fairy Shaoyin from the Nine Heavens. She was transformed by the ancient snow lotus that can bring people back to life. She was born with medical knowledge and techniques for all kinds of diseases. Before our young master was born, his mother had a decisive battle with a monster and was seriously injured and suffered from a cold disease, the young master was born with the root cause of the disease, and it was difficult to wake him up from a deep slumber. This kind of severe cold entering the body is also rare in the fairy world. Fairy Shaoyin's snow-melting technique can cure the disease, but Fairy Shaoyin has been going through tribulations here in the mortal world in recent years, and the secrets technique has been lost. After more than two years of calculation, we barely figured out that Fairy Shaoyin's mortal body should be here, currently named Lin Shao. I wonder if you can let Fairy Lin Shao come out and let her take a look at my young master?"

The summit master was originally concerned about the wolf tail and wolf ears of the little fairy young master, even if they are cultivators who have heard of the various forms of immortals in the fairyland, they still feel in awe when they really see them in person, but after hearing what the fairy said, he immediately trembled. 

Not only him, but all the disciples who were laughing and watching the excitement before couldn't laugh anymore.

Tribulation?

After a long time, to Senior Sister Lin Shao, is it possible that they are a tribulations here in the mortal realm?

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the fairy frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Where is Fairy Lin Shao now?"

The summit master trembled, pointed forward in fear at the dark rain, and said: "You are one step too late. She...she has already left..."

...

On the other side, the figure of a woman walked alone in the boundless rainstorm.

The torrential rain poured down like a curtain, and the violent thunder and rain almost drowned out all living things, and the repeated loud noises of the raindrops hitting the umbrella surface made the woman unable to hear her own footsteps.

The cloth shoes she wore out of the hall were already muddy, and apart from the old umbrella given by her master, she only had this thin summer shirt, which was also soaked by the rain at this time, making it icy cold and sticky.

There is nothing left. She walked in the rain for a long time without knowing it, her heart was cold and her steps were heavy.

She was terribly disappointed with everything that happened in her master's school, and she couldn't believe that this was the Xinglin  Peak she had lived in since she was a child.

Desolate, cold-hearted, desperate, unwilling, can't tell which emotion prevails, but looking at the road in front of her at this moment, she is more confused.

She doesn't know where she is or where to go.

"Woooo..."

At this time, she heard a faint cry in the rainstorm, the sound was like a child, and it was like a small animal.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

After walking a few steps, Lin Shao saw an exquisite bamboo basket, out of place on this desolate mountain path. It was shaped like a cradle and was left alone in the forest without any shelter.

She stepped forward and saw that there was a little snow-white fox in the bamboo basket.

It was obviously still very young, not to mention the cub seemed to be unable to open their eyes, and they didn't even have the ability to climb out of the bamboo basket.

The little cub was already extremely weak in the rain, her soft fur was all wet by the rain, and her voice was as thin as a gnat. She tried her best to curl up in the soft blanket placed in the bamboo basket, but it was already soaked and it was useless.

If this continues, death is only a matter of time.

They were both in a desperate situation.

Lin Shao pursed her lower lip, forcing herself to harden her heart.

She has nothing now, and of course others would not let her pack her luggage when she left Xinglin Peak. She had no money, no food, nowhere to go, and she didn't even have a medical kit with which to make a living. If she did something like that in public, no one cultivating immortals would keep her anymore. Now that she is in danger, how can she still have the spare time to take care of others?

Besides, it wasn't even a human baby, just a little white fox.

Lin Shao left with her umbrella.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The voice behind her gradually weakened, and finally there was no sound at all.

Lin Shao has gone a long way.

Her steps stopped suddenly, she turned on her heels, and finally went back, put the umbrella on top of the bamboo basket, and squatted down.

"Hey, you won't have an easy time when you're with me but... after the rain stops, I'll see if I can find something for you to eat."

Lin Shao gently lifted the little white fox up. The little fox's body was already cold due to the rain, but she felt the temperature in Lin Shao's palm, and she moved slightly. Her little paws hugged Lin Shao's fingers, stuck out her tongue and licked her palm lightly.

Lin Shao originally planned to hold the little fox in her arms to keep warm, but after such a push, she realized that there was actually a round jade pendant the size of a palm placed under the bamboo basket in which the little fox was placed.

She took out the jade pendant in confusion, but saw that it was engraved with words, and the reverse side was painted with the pattern of a fox.

Lin Shao frowned and was about to take a closer look, but when she picked up the jade, the edge of the jade pendant slightly touched the little white fox. The next moment, before Lin Shao could react, she saw a flash of light on the jade pendant, and the light pierced the rain curtain immediately. Shining straight into the forest!

Immediately afterwards, Lin Shao felt a huge wave of immortal energy! This level of fairy energy surge is not something a mortal like her can resist and understand. She frantically protected the little white fox in her arms, and in a posture of protection, she felt a huge gust of wind whistling from her ears. Whoosh-

When everything calmed down, Lin Shao opened her eyes again, and saw a portal in the scene in front of her, and this was the entrance to a fairyland!

The mortal world is still stormy, but within the portal, there is a wonderful scene of singing birds and fragrant flowers.

Lin Shao was stunned.

This fairyland is obviously related to the little white fox in her arms, but the little white fox is already very weak, and there is still a strong wind and rain around them, and Lin Shao  has nowhere to go, so she strode into the fairyland without much thought.

The little white fox curled up a little and let out a tiny "wooo", as if relying on her.

The gate of fairyland closed behind her and disappeared without a sound.

...Almost the moment Lin Shao and the little white fox disappeared, the saints who came here from Xinglin Peak came one after another from the horizon.

"The breath is broken!"

One of the male immortals chased them to the place where they disappeared, stopped for a while, and turned to the leading female immortal.

Fairyland and Mortal Realm can be said to be two completely separated things at different levels. Lin Shao and little white fox entered there, but they didn't find that there was a fairyland here.

The female fairy felt a little flustered, stepped over to examine the scene herself, and found that Shaoyin seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and her calm face rarely showed a hint of anxiety.

Before she could order the others to look around carefully, at this moment, a childish cough came from the arms of the fairy following behind.

"Cough, cough cough, cough cough..."

"Young master!"

The fairy immediately became nervous and walked over to check.

The young master, who had rarely woken up since birth, actually woke up at this moment. Everyone was shocked, and hurriedly returned to pay attention to him.

But the young master sniffed slightly, as if smelling something, slowly opened his eyes, and said with a little confusion: "Can you let me down?"

The immortals didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly let him go to the ground, but even so, they still surrounded him three times inside and outside three times, for fear that the young master might make a mistake.

The boy with wolf ears and wolf tail was just a very young child, but he vaguely felt that he smelled some strange smell, he had never smelled it in the fairy world, but he didn't think it was annoying.

After a while, he bent down and picked out a small tuft of white fur from the rain-soaked mud.

___

Terms:

Xianxia – meaning “Immortal Heroes”. Fictional stories featuring magic, demons, ghosts, immortals, and Chinese folklore/mythology. Protagonists usually attempt to cultivate to Immortality, seeking eternal life and the pinnacle of strength. Heavily inspired by Daoism.

Daoism/Taoism – meaning “the way,” is an ancient Chinese belief system which emphasizes harmony with the natural, balanced order of the universe.

Saints – similar to, but distinct from Immortals. They don’t have a strong relation to Daoism, and they may not necessarily have eternal life. They typically have a close connection to the natural world and similar magical powers achieved through cultivation.

Immortals – spiritually and/or physically immortal; transcendent; super-human; celestial beings. Usually cultivate to ascend to immortality.

Nine Layers of Heaven – Chinese tradition, the ancients believed that the sky has nine layers, because the sky is generally called

jiǔ [nine]

zhòng/chong [layer]

tiān [heaven]

Layers:

First Heaven: Zong Dongtian

Double Heaven: Jingxingtian

Three heavens: Saturn sky

Four Heavens: Jupiter

Fifth Heaven: Martian

Six Sky Heavens: Sun Wheel Sky

Seventh Heaven: Venus Sky

Eightfold Heaven: Mercury Sky

Empyrean: Lunar Sky

[55719955]

You know what

Sure I'm far from perfect but don't you dare accuse me of bullying you when I wasn't even aware I was upsetting you

You take and you take, you do realise when I said you could take a couple things in my dad's car we did not mean your whole entire room? Twice? And how entitled do you have to be to try to ask him to move you across London lmao

Wtf do yiu mean when you say I was mean to sibby? Is it because I would call her a piss baby? Because I'm not sure if you realise this but cats can't actually understand what you mean.

I did not shit on your interests any more than you shit on mine. I'm sorry I don't like ts, maybe if you didn't constantly shove it down my throat and try to "trick" me into liking her and getting annoyed when it didn't work, I wouldn't have insulted her so much. I barely even insulted her I just said I'm not all that into pop music.

I truly do not know what you mean when you say I was passive aggressive/raised my voice at you. I don't do those things. I also don't ask fir something then dramatically look so sad uwu when told no. You know I had to lie about whether or not I had stuff to avoid your guilt trips.

Man idk what I was meant to do about j. Yall would invite me to hang out then act annoyed I was there. In my own house. So I would politely decline and you would still act upset? I guess out of misplaced guilt but fr noone enjoys being a 3rd wheel why didn't you just leave me alone.

I never intended to upset you, and if you had actually talked to me like an adult I could have adjusted my behaviour. Instead you decided to just bottle it up and let it fester and that us nit my problem lmao.

I'm not gonna go out if my way to avoid you so good luck i guess

[vtoriacore]

✧ it’s giving . . . jealousy 

note: im back from the dead and bringing you leona content cause damn it he's so 🤬💓💓💓 also if you spot any mistakes in this, no you won’t /j but pls spare me i was writing this half asleep 💀

synopsis: in which you seem to be paying a bit too much attention to your kitten, and leona isn't a big fan of it.

    He glanced away for three seconds. Three god damn seconds. It was such a short span of time, ans yet that spawn of the devil had somehow managed to snuggle up into your lap and had the audacity to look smug about it too.

    "Tsk, why is this thing here again?" Leona, trying to hide his irritation and failing doing so in the process, rolled his emerald green eyes so far back he could practically see the stars.

    "This thing has a name first of all, for your info its Wolverine Junior the Second. Address him by his name please," you began to pet the tabby cat as he purred out in content before continuing your monologue like response, "and second of all, he is here because he was meowing outside to be let in after you so cruelly kicked him out."

    "You've gotta be kiddin' me, your stupid cat wanted to go outside. This little bastard is manipulating you and you're fallin' for it." The beastman leaned against the headboard of his bed as he eyed the cat, who seemed to be staring back with fake innocence.

    "Can you believe the nerve of this guy Wolvy Junior?" you focused your attention on the cat, not being able to resist the urge of speaking to your furry companion (the small one in your lap of course) in a high pitched, baby voice, "how dare he accuse you of that when you're such a cute widdle baby boy."

    With a prolonged meow, the kitten eagerly rubbed its head against your hand, shortly before giving it a small lick.

    Before Leona had the chance to make a sarcastic reply to your comment (and condemn the cat for even trying to play coy), your excited voice rang out throughout the room; "Leona oh my God he licked me! Can you believe it? I think I'm going to cry he's so cute! Why can't you act a bit more like him, hm?"

    "That's it. Either get this damn furball outta my room or c'mere and set him down." With a steady glare directed at the cat in your hands, Leona crossed his arms. You couldn't tell whether he was serious or not, but you figured you'd never get a chance like this again seeing as he'll probably permanently ban you from his room after this fiasco anyway.

    "What, are you gonna fight him? He'll beat your ass Leona, don't even try it." You had to stifle your laughter as your lover stood up in a record speed to approach your form, even the tabby in your hands looked somewhat pleased at what you've accomplished. Before he could get too close however, you got up from your spot on the floor with the kitten still in your hands and moved away from Leona.

    "Oh yeah? You wanna play cat 'n mouse with me? Fine. Don't go cryin' when you lose, 'cause I won't go easy on ya." Accepting your indirect challenge, the tan male quickly tailed your form as you tried to dodge his attempts at grabbing you. You only succeeded for the first minute however, as the tabby resting in your arms was slowing you down and Leona just had to have amazing agility and stamina.

    Before long, you had found yourself laying on your back on Leona's very comfy mattress as he firmly circled your waist with his hands. You quickly set the cat down next to you as laughter emitted past your lips at the fact that Wolverine Junior seemed to be pawing at your lover's arms in an attempt to get him off you; Leona however, didn't pay him any mind as his gaze focused solely on you.

   "Not so tough now, huh?" With a small smirk embedded on his face, the beastman leaned in close to your face until his lips met yours in a brief kiss. You couldn't help but reciprocate.

    "Oh shut it . . . You just got lucky." You smiled in content after he pulled away, entangling one of your hands in Leona's hair and petting the base of his ears (he would never admit it but the action always brought him comfort). You submitted your other hand to the small kitten who was still trying to defend whatever was left of your honour, melting at how quickly he gave up fighting Leona and settling his small head in your palm instead.

    "Oi, hands on me . . . " Your lover's voice came out hushed as he placed his head in the crook of your neck, silently nuzzling his nose against it as a sign of affection.

    "You need to learn to share honey." You pecked the crown of Leona's head with a small, playful eyeroll.

    "Like hell I will. I'm not letting that cat steal your attention away when it should be on me anyways."

    "I didn't know you were that jealous of him."

    "I ain't jealous of some stupid cat." You quirked your eyebrow at the response; the cat meowed as if it were mocking Leona. The beastman simply growled back. This was really turning into something straight out of a comedy show.

[olderthannetfic]

re: tone tags talk on here.

I have a rant thats been stewing awhile on the subject.

I would be really really careful using these for people and touting them as The Best Way to interact online and The Most Accessible for a few reasons:

People who are not in the know can become more confused, especially with the lesser-known or less obvious ones. It is forcing others to learn an entire new dialect, one they may not have the spoons or memory to use or understand properly. It can cause neurodivergent people MORE stress to have to use them.

Many neurodivergent people (such as myself) find them INCREDIBLY condescending when used on us for fairly obvious things (ex- I like your shirt! /gen looks like 'I think you are such a -insert slur- that you cant understand a statement where the default literal reading is fairly unambiguous, poor little baby cant handle it! Im such a disabled ally!'). This is less so with the original two tone tags /s and /j, but most tone tags have this problem.

Many neurodivergent people (also such as myself) find them to look suspicious like a bottle labeled 'THIS IS NOT POISON' being poured into our drink. It looks like a suspiciously specific denial and messes with paranoia. It also implies any time you say 'your shirt looks cool' without 5 tone tags proclaiming its base meaning of positive, genuine, and serious that when you usually make a statement like that it ISNT those things.

They are NOT screenreader friendly. At all.

People lie with them a lot, and some people have trauma regarding certain circles online using them to fuck with people. Literally just last week I found someone doing the /gen /srs thing with a question whos last post was to a cringe subreddit for the topic. They also view them as get out of jail free cards or ways to get people to farm 'cringe content'. Some of us arent going to trust that at all with VERY GOOD REASON and now the tag is useless.

Many tags have non-obvious meanings, /pos doesnt look like 'positive' it looks like 'piece of shit'.

ASL speakers are going to have a rough time learning tone tags because its more weird english slang no one explains.

Every time anyone criticizes tone tags (or even says so much as 'please dont use them for me its a trigger'), tone tag likers fly off the fucking handle(in my experience) and accuse you of being horrible and evil for not loving them to death, causing them to be associated with performative accommodations that dont do shit and people getting mad when you call them on it for some of us. Im not hyperactive in many spaces that use them and ive witnessed like 5 breakdowns in the past year alone of someone saying 'hey can you not use these for me please?' and the other person loosing it that the ungrateful disabled person wasnt bowing in awe over their wokeness for using them or whatever. Just complete all caps aggressive HOW DARE YOU and WHY CANT I DO ANYTHING RIGHT IM TRYING TO BE AN ALLY reassurement fishing and defensive 'I cant be ableist deliberately using tone tags on someone triggered by them, im doing the woke thing tiktok said so you are wrong' stuff.

What would be better to be done instead, in order of best to worse is;

Rephrase the statement/question to have the tone stated in there if the statement is not ruined by doing so. Unless you are working with a wordcount, this is accessible to the most amount of people because you dont need to learn a secret code and its fairly unambiguious and the least condescending and trap-like looking.

'Why do you have text describing images all over your blog? /gen' -> 'Genuine question, why do you have text describing images all over your blog?'

'Your artwork emotionally disembowels me /pos' -> 'Your artwork, and I mean this in the most positive of ways, emotionally disembowels me'

State the tone/meaning in FULL in parenthesis at the end. This makes it clearer what the tag is supposed to indicate to more people, it may still cause confusion however, trigger paranoia, or look condescending. Its more screenreader friendly, but less so than the above option. This works also for things that ruin the thing to interrupt the flow.

'Why do you have text describing images all over your blog? /gen' -> 'Why do you have text describing images all over your blog? (genuine question)'

'Because you are totally an anti /s', 'because you are totally an anti (sarcasm)'

Ask or look for indications that this person requires tonetags or uses them BEFORE using them and then respecting that choice. Has all the stated above issues, but at least consent for participating in this dialect was obtained. Checking if they need /pos, /srs, AND /gen tagged on on simple statement of 'your shirt looks cool' is very good.

Counterarguments:

'Im working on a short charactercount'

Not on every platform you arent! I concede this one on twitter, where you can barely fit a statement in there sometimes and you may not be able to threadtweet reasonably. But in spaces like tumblr where you have no charactercount? On discord where charactercount is so high and its a chatspace so you can just double message?

Also the 'ask before you use' or 'state in your hoverbio you use' is best practice.

Also also try emojis, which I didnt list previously but with some tones can make it more clear with only a few characters.

'It helps ME THE poster's anxiety/ADHD/etc to do this, I NEED to write like this, you are being ableist to stop me.'

Other options ALSO get the thing across for you! If rewording things to be clearest to everyone is way too hard for you, the FULL word in parenthesis is next best.

'I have a disability that makes typing hurt so I need to type as little as possible'

The third option is still available to you, but make sure to be clear that its not for the readers benefit you are doing this, but for you. This way people who need to avoid this can block you/not interact. Lean full chatspeak to help further (&, b4, 2, w/o, etc shortenings).

Also try emojis as above.

Competing access needs is a bitch, and that means we need to coexist, but (general)YOUR access need doesnt trump mine, so dont feel entitled to interacting with people who request no tone tag interaction. We just have to avoid each other.

For people who dont have the above problems just... PLEASE use plain text. Please. Its way more accessible to the most amount of people.

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Yeah, for real.

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Happier Than Ever

finally listened to billie’s most recent album and i decided i needed to write about this one. or at least the aftermath of ‘jaskier would write something like this for sure’

CW: referencing toxic ex, geralt offers vandalism in support, like every best friend should, feelings confessions, jaskier swears like a sailor, i cannot see him any other way than feral after s2- sorry not sorry

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Jaskier had been waiting for one of two possible phone calls since spotify uploaded his most recent song. He’d either get a call from his ex, probably angry accusations of slander, or Yennefer ordering him out of his house for a drink. Honestly, he wasn’t sure which he was more nervous about. Instead, he got a call from Geralt.

“Hello darling, back in town?”

As per usual, his former security with a new super-secret job skipped right over the pleasantries, “What did he do?”

“Pardon?” Jaskier sat up from where he’d been anxiety-binging his old comfort show, surprised right out of the stupor he’d been in all morning.

“The song,” Geralt clarified, “When I saw you last you said you were in love. ‘I’d never treat me this shitty’ and ‘just fucking leave me alone’ doesn’t sound very in love. What did he do?”

Pausing the tv and blinking in shock, Jaskier desperately tried to play catch up, “You listened to my song?”

“And the interview for the radio- instagram…. Thing. Do I need to take a baseball bat to his car?”

“Well, yes, but my manager would kill me if I let you,” Jaskier grumbled, picking at the rips in his jeans, “I… I didn’t realize you gave a shit. Kinda thought you were avoiding me…” he trailed off with a nervous laugh. 

“I was. Jealousy is a bitch.”

Jaskier’s ears practically rang as his jaw dropped. Jealousy? As in? Geralt? Being jealous? Of his ex? He cited personal reasons for giving Jaskier his resignation and he’d thought it was something to do with his brothers… But Jealousy?

“Jask? Are you still there?” Geralt sounded nervous for the first time since Jaskier had met him.

“Fuck you,” Jaskier breathed, slowly rising in pitch as he word vomited to his phone, “I had a massive crush on you. I thought you were straight! And you-! How fucking dare you. I settled for that asshole for months why didn’t you fucking say something?”

A jarring knock had Jaskier swearing and scrambling off the couch to go see who it was, “Seriously, Geralt. What the hell?”

Opening the door, Jaskier nearly dropped his phone. Geralt stood on his porch in all his black-clad, muscley, curly-haired glory with a look that would give a wounded puppy a run for its money. They both hung up and just stared at each other for a moment, Jaskier trying to catch his breath and wishing he’d showered that morning. 

“I won't waste your time,” Geralt finally broke the silence and Jaskier remembered exactly why he’d fallen for him in the first place, “I missed you but I stayed away cause you looked happy. It was miserable.”

“That I was happy?” Jaskier was still staring at Geralt a little dumbfounded, and honestly, he was having a hard time getting past the things he’d told himself to be okay with Geralt practically ghosting him.

Geralt bit his lip shaking his head and frowning like he was having a hard time pulling his words together, “Happy with someone else. Being just your security or just your friend... fucking sucked.”

Jaskier’s mind went completely blank. He just stared at Geralt in shock and somehow managed to breathe despite the way his heart was fluttering.

“I… I’ll go. I’m sorry.” Geralt mumbled, running one hand through his hair and rubbing the back of his neck, “Just… wanted to tell you I guess.” 

“Oh don’t you dare,” Jaskier laughed, grabbing Geralt by the lapels of his stupid sexy leather jacket and pulling him in for a kiss. They practically melted together as Geralt rested his hands on Jaskier’s hips, his fingers digging in and nearly making Jaskier swoon. 

When they finally parted, Geralt smiled, “So you’re not mad at me?”

“Only that you waited so long,” Jaskier giggled, sneaking another quick kiss, “We’ll have to make up for lost time.” 

[talesfromtheenchantedforest]

ok I have to say perhaps my favorite aspect of Lancelot character development is his growing bitchiness, from being unable to hold a conversation when he first comes to court to, right before his second fight with Meleagant due to Meleagant being a little shit:

When they reached the bedroom, Meleagant said to his father: “My lord, look at the blood in these two beds.” He continued, “My lord, now give me the rights to this woman for whom I have risked my life. She refused me, and I have discovered her affair with the worthless man who wasn’t able to defend her against me.”

“Alas, lady,” exclaimed the king, “what kind of behavior is this? How badly you have gone astray!”

“Lord,” she replied, “don’t believe him. May God never help me if Kay ever had anything to do with me! Lancelot, now you can see if those who know me consider me that kind of woman.”

“My lady,” Lancelot replied, “God forbid! Certainly Kay never did that, nor would you even have thought of such a thing. There’s no knight in the world against whom I wouldn’t defend you.”

“She’ll certainly need your protection,” said Meleagant, “because if you dare to defend her against the accusation, I am ready to prove it.”

“How so?” asked Lancelot. “Has your wound healed yet?”

yeah, the wound Lancelot previously gave him, that wound

From Lancelot, Part IV, editor Norris J. Lacy