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[buckystevelove]

Blood and Fire

Chapter 1

Pairing: Aegon x Visenya x Rhaenys x Reader

Warning: incest, fluff

Masterlist

As you prepared for your wedding, the anticipation bubbled within you, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through your veins. Today was the day you would join your beloved Aegon in matrimony, cementing your eternal bond with the man who held your heart. But it wasn't just Aegon you would be marrying—Rhaenys and Visenya would stand beside you, their presence a reminder of the unconventional path your love had taken.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, your reflection adorned in finery fit for a Targaryen bride. The weight of the occasion settled upon your shoulders, the gravity of the moment not lost on you. Today marked the beginning of a new chapter, one filled with promises of love and unity, but also fraught with uncertainty and scrutiny.

Your mother stood behind you, arranging the intricate strands of your necklace with practiced hands. Her expression reflected a mixture of pride and concern, her maternal instincts tugging at her heartstrings. "I hope the four of you know what you are doing," she murmured, her voice laced with worry. "We are Targaryens, but even this is a little bit too much for us."

You met her gaze in the mirror, seeing the flicker of apprehension in her eyes. The weight of tradition and expectation bore down upon your family, threatening to overshadow the joy of the occasion. When Aegon had revealed his plans to marry all three sisters, your parents had been hesitant, their reservations echoing in the hushed whispers that circulated through the halls of Dragonstone.

They understood the implications of such an unorthodox union—the tongues that would wag, the alliances that would falter, the legacy of House Targaryen called into question. Anger simmered beneath their facade of acceptance, resentment bubbling to the surface as they grappled with the consequences of Aegon's decision.

Your parents had envisioned strategic marriages for you and Rhaenys, alliances forged through political maneuvering and dynastic alliances. But Aegon's declaration shattered those carefully laid plans, leaving them with a sense of loss and uncertainty.

Yet, despite their misgivings, there was a glimmer of understanding in your mother's eyes—a recognition of the depth of your love for Aegon, of the unbreakable bond that tied you to your sisters. In the end, familial loyalty triumphed over convention, and your parents stood by your side as you prepared to embark on this unconventional journey together.

As you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the challenges that lay ahead, you knew that your love for Aegon and your sisters would carry you through the storm, guiding you towards a future filled with hope and possibility. "I know, mother, but I love him, I love them, and I know that they love me. I absolutely know that this is not the future you had planned for me, but I am absolutely certain that the four of us will be happy," you spoke with conviction, your voice unwavering despite the weight of uncertainty lingering in the air.

Your mother regarded you with a mixture of pride and resignation, her lips curling into a reluctant smile. "I know, darling," she replied, her tone softening with understanding. "You are also Aegon's favorite, hell, you are also your sisters' favorite. I know your marriage will be one filled with love and adoration. At least you will be surrounded by love and adoration," she added, her words infused with a hint of teasing.

With a final hug and kiss on the cheek, your mother bid you farewell, her footsteps fading into the distance as she made her way to check on your sisters. Left alone in the quiet of your chamber, you took a moment to reflect on the journey that had led you to this moment, the memories of laughter and tears shared with Aegon and your sisters flooding your mind.

As you finished adjusting your hair and tiara, a sense of calm settled over you, a quiet confidence bolstered by the love that bound you to your family. Just as you were about to leave for the ceremony, the door to your chamber creaked open, and Rhaenys entered, resplendent in her bridal attire.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, her beauty rivaling that of the stars themselves. "Oh, (Y/N), sweet sister, you look absolutely breathtaking," Rhaenys exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with genuine admiration as she approached you.

Returning her smile, you reached out to take her hand, the bond between you unspoken yet palpable. "And you, Rhaenys, you are the picture of elegance and grace," you replied, your voice filled with affection. "Today is a day for celebration, a day for love to shine bright."

Rhaenys squeezed your hand gently, her gaze filled with warmth. "Indeed it is, my dear sister," she murmured, her words a whispered promise of the joy that awaited you both. With one final glance in the mirror, you linked arms with Rhaenys, ready to take your first steps towards a future filled with love, laughter, and the unbreakable bond of marriage. 

Your father's presence at the entrance of the meeting hall brought a sense of solemnity to the occasion, his dignified demeanor a testament to the gravity of the moment. As he extended his hands to both you and Rhaenys, his words carried the weight of a father's blessing and protection. "My darling daughters, you look lovely, the three of you," he remarked, his voice tinged with pride. "I hope that Aegon treats you right, I will make sure of it."

With a gentle kiss on each of your foreheads, your father's reassurance provided a sense of comfort amidst the swirling emotions that threatened to overwhelm you. Visenya, ever the stalwart presence, took his right hand, her expression unreadable yet tinged with a hint of determination. You clasped his left hand tightly, drawing strength from the unwavering support of your family, while Rhaenys mirrored your actions on the other side.

As the doors to the hall swung open, revealing Aegon standing at the end of the aisle, a rush of anticipation coursed through your veins. His presence, framed by the soft glow of torchlight, exuded a quiet strength and determination, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on you. Beside him stood a traditional Targaryen priest, a figure of solemn authority presiding over the union that would forever alter the course of your lives.

Aegon's smile, radiant and full of genuine affection, melted away any lingering doubts or fears, leaving only the certainty of your love for one another. In that moment, as he gazed upon you with a mixture of adoration and reverence, you knew that this was where you were meant to be—by his side, bound together by the ties of love and destiny.

His glance flickered briefly to Rhaenys, his smile widening as he beheld the sight of his two beloved sisters, their beauty illuminated by the flickering torchlight. It was a scene straight out of a fairy tale, a moment of pure joy and happiness amidst the tumult of the world outside.

As you began the slow procession down the aisle, each step bringing you closer to your shared future with Aegon, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. You could see your four dragons flying in the distance through the windows. Whatever challenges lay ahead, whatever trials you would face, you knew that together, as a family, you would overcome them all. And as you reached the end of the aisle, where Aegon stood waiting to claim you as his bride. 

“Hi, sunfire.” He gave you a quick kiss in the cheeck, then gave one to your other two sisters. 

The priest began the ceremony, “Īlon derēbagon kesīr naejot presence se union rȳ bisa izula dubys, bounded already ondoso ānogar, aderī naejot sagon elēnar ondoso iā kivio, iā kivio hen jorrāelagon, pazavorve se eternal union (We gather here to presence the union between this four sibling, bounded already by blood, soon to be tide by a promise, a promise of love, loyalty and eternal union.)”He looked directly at Aegon, “Gaomagon ao aegon kivigon naejot mīsagon, naejot cherish, naejot sagon pazavor se naejot jorrāelagon, Visenya, Rhaenys se (Y/N)? (Do you Aegon swear to protect, to cherish, to be loyal and to love, Visenya, Rhaenys and (Y/N)?” 

“Gaoman (I do.)” Aegon said solemnly. “Nyke kivio naejot jorrāelagon ao se naejot cherish se hāre hen ao, naejot mīsagon ao se naejot tepagon ao everything ao could mirre lēda syt.  Naejot tepagon ao ñuha rudhy, se ñuha future hae emagon nyke given ao ñuha. (I promise to love you and to cherish the three of you, to protect you and to give you everything you could ever with for. To give you my present, and my future as have I given you my past.)” You could not contain your tears of joy. 

The priest then looked at you and your sisters. “Do se hāre hen ao mazōregon aegon se each tolie hae valzȳrys se ābrazȳrys.  Naejot share iā ābrar hēnkirī hae equals, se naejot jorrāelagon each tolie se daor mērī siblings yn jorrāelagon? (Do the three of you accept Aegon and each other as husband and wife. To share a life together as equals, and to love each other and not only siblings but lovers?)” 

The three of you answer at the same time, “Gaoman (I do)”. 

“Sīr sir tolī se jaes uēpys hen valeria nyke pronounce ao valzȳrys se wives, kostā vūjigon each tolie. (So now after the old gods of Valeria I pronounce you husband and wives, you may kiss each other.)” 

Aegon kissed Visenya first, a short and sweet kiss, then he kissed Rhaenys, he took his time kissing her, it was a deeper and more sensual kiss, lastly he kissed you, it was a kiss filled with love and adoration, filled with promise and devotion. After the kiss he murmured in your hear, “My sweet sister, my sunfire, I will love you for eternity.” 

Now you sheared a kiss with Visenya, it was also short as the one she shared with Aegon, but she flashed you a smile. The kiss you shared with Rhaenys was a playful and lovely, you had share many kisses with both Aegon and Rhaenys, behind closed doors, sneaking on the hallways of Dragonstone, during late nights spent together in secret, exploring each others bodies, some times the three of you, some times you and Rhaenys together, but mostly you and Aegon. But this kisses, this kisses between the four of you meant a new beginning. The dragon had four heads now. 

[bansurii]

FOMENT

( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°) synopsis: of a girl who becomes a mafia femme fatale

relations; yuji, sukuna, suguru, toji, satoru x reader, special scene nanami x reader

codes; NSFW, NSFM, DNI, smut eventually, dead dove, murder, violence and sex, guns and knives, human anatomy, emotional and physical losses

wc: 2193 ( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)

In the somber shadows cast by ancient, towering tombstones, the funeral procession weaved its way through the hushed cemetery. The air was thick with grief, punctuated by the muffled sobs of mourners donned in the customary black attire. Amidst the sea of darkness, one figure stood out conspicuously – a woman draped in ethereal white.

(Name) , the daughter of the deceased, moved gracefully through the mourning crowd, her alabaster gown billowing like a specter in the wind. Murmurs spread like wildfire as eyes followed her unconventional choice of color, a stark departure from the customary mourning garments. Whispers of disapproval and surprise danced in the air, but (Name)  remained undeterred, an enigma wrapped in the purity of her mourning attire.

As she approached the gaping maw of the open grave, a mysterious man emerged from the shadows. Clad in a tailored suit that seemed to absorb the ambient darkness, he exuded an air of intrigue. His eyes, shrouded in mystery, locked onto (Name) 's with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

"I was a friend of your father's," he declared, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that seemed to echo through the melancholic atmosphere. (Name) 's gaze lingered on him, a cocktail of curiosity and suspicion swirling in her eyes.

"Friend?" she questioned, her tone laced with skepticism. "You must forgive me if I find that hard to believe. I thought I knew all of my father's associates, and you, sir, are a stranger to me."

The man's lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile. "Your father was involved in matters that required discretion," he replied cryptically. "The doctors may have deemed his death undefined, but I assure you, there are truths lingering in the shadows that go beyond their diagnoses."

(Name) 's heart quickened as she sensed the weight of his words. Her father's demise had always been shrouded in mystery, the details concealed even from those closest to him. The man's inscrutable aura left her with more questions than answers, sparking a relentless determination to unveil the secrets buried alongside her father.

As the final clods of dirt fell upon the casket, the funeral dispersed, leaving (Name)  alone with the mysterious man and the looming specter of unanswered questions. The unraveling of her father's tangled web would lead her down a perilous path, where the line between loyalty and betrayal blurred, and the truth lay hidden in the shadows of a world she had never fathomed. 

In the days that followed the funeral, (Name)  found herself haunted by the cryptic encounter with the mysterious man. Determined to unravel the enigma surrounding her father's death, she delved into the depths of her father's past, discovering hidden connections and clandestine dealings that transcended the boundaries of legality.

Her investigation led her to dimly lit alleys, smoke-filled rooms, and the backdoors of establishments where whispered conversations carried more weight than any written contract. The underworld her father had inhabited unfolded before her, revealing a dangerous dance between power, loyalty, and betrayal.

As (Name)  navigated this treacherous terrain, the mysterious man continued to hover at the periphery of her life. He appeared when least expected, dropping cryptic hints and urging her to tread carefully. Despite his ominous warnings, (Name)  felt a strange connection to him, a connection that seemed to transcend the shadows that cloaked his true identity.

The more she uncovered, the more she realized that her father's demise was a result of a power struggle within the mafia. The undefined cause of death, as stated by the doctors, was a mere facade to shield the truth. (Name)  grew increasingly aware that the mysterious man held the key to unlocking the secrets buried within her father's world.

One fateful night, as rain poured over the city in torrents, (Name)  received an anonymous message directing her to a desolate warehouse on the outskirts of town. Clad in the same white dress she wore to the funeral, she cautiously approached the dimly lit entrance, where the mysterious man awaited.

"You've been persistent, (Name) ," he acknowledged, his voice echoing in the cavernous space. "But you're stepping into a realm where the shadows have eyes, and the truth can be more perilous than the lies that shroud it."

Undeterred, (Name)  pressed on, demanding answers. The mysterious man began to unveil the intricate web of alliances and betrayals that led to her father's demise. Each revelation brought her closer to the heart of the conspiracy, painting a picture of a clandestine world where alliances were fragile, and loyalty could be a deadly illusion.

As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, (Name)  realized the gravity of her father's role and the dangerous legacy he left behind. The mysterious man, now revealed as a former confidant of her father, guided her through the labyrinth of deceit, helping her navigate the dangerous currents that threatened to consume her.

In the end, (Name)  faced a choice: to expose the truth and risk the wrath of the underworld, or to retreat into the safety of ignorance. Armed with newfound knowledge and a steely resolve, she emerged from the shadows, her white dress stained with the echoes of her father's secrets. The funeral might have marked the end of one chapter, but for (Name) , it was the beginning of a journey into a world where darkness and light coexisted, and the thin line between justice and vengeance blurred into obscurity.

–

Three months earlier…

The scent of aged leather and mahogany permeated the air in her father's expansive home library. (Name)  entered, finding him seated behind a grand oak desk, surrounded by shelves laden with dusty tomes and secrets. His weathered face carried a mixture of weariness and resolve as he looked up to acknowledge her presence.

"Ah, (Name) ," he greeted, his tone laced with a peculiar mix of solemnity and urgency. "Sit, my dear. There are matters we must discuss, matters that transcend the boundaries of the world you've known."

(Name)  took a seat across from her father, her eyes searching his for an explanation to the mysterious summons. He folded his hands, fingers adorned with heavy rings that seemed to whisper tales of a clandestine existence.

"Time is a relentless adversary," he began cryptically, his gaze fixed on a distant point only he could see. "And it spares no one. There are shadows within shadows, my child, secrets that define the balance of power in our world."

(Name)  furrowed her brow, sensing an ominous undercurrent in his words. "Father, what do you mean? What shadows are you speaking of?"

He leaned forward, his eyes piercing hers with a gaze that hinted at the weight of untold burdens. "Our family, (Name) , has long stood at the crossroads of power. The threads of destiny are intricately woven, and now, the mantle must pass to you."

A hush settled over the room as her father unfolded a map, tracing lines that connected their family to the Ryomen, a powerful and elusive clan within the mafia hierarchy.

"The Ryomen family," he intoned, "they hold the keys to alliances that will safeguard our legacy. You must forge an alliance with them, my dear, for they are the guardians who will assist you as you ascend to the throne that is rightfully ours."

(Name) 's eyes widened, the gravity of her father's words sinking in. "But father, I know nothing of this world, of alliances and power plays. Why must I take on such a burden?"

He sighed, a heavy exhale that seemed to carry the weight of a lifetime of decisions. "In our world, (Name) , choices are not always ours to make. Fate has set its sights upon you. The Ryomen will guide you, support you. You are destined for more than the sheltered life you've known."

As he spoke, (Name) 's heart raced with a mixture of fear and determination. Her father imparted the legacy of a hidden world, and she found herself standing at the precipice of a destiny she had never imagined.

"Embrace your destiny, (Name) ," her father urged, his voice a whisper that echoed in the quiet library. "Forge alliances, navigate the shadows, and when the time comes, rise to power. The Ryomen will be your allies, but remember, the path to greatness is fraught with sacrifice and choice."

–

As the moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the city, (Name)  decided to temporarily escape the weight of her newfound responsibilities. She invited her closest friend, Yuji Itadori, to accompany her for a night on the town. Yuji, always up for an adventure, readily agreed, his infectious enthusiasm providing a welcome respite from the shadows that loomed over her.

The city's vibrant lights illuminated their path as they strolled through bustling streets, laughter and music permeating the air. (Name) , dressed in a gown that mirrored the night sky, felt a fleeting sense of normalcy. The weight of her family's legacy momentarily lifted, replaced by the carefree energy of the city at night.

As they entered a chic, dimly lit lounge, the atmosphere buzzed with lively chatter and the soothing melodies of a jazz band. Yuji guided (Name)  to a secluded corner, where they settled into plush chairs, clinking glasses to celebrate the ephemeral escape from their responsibilities.

The night unfolded in a whirlwind of laughter, shared memories, and the warmth of friendship. Yuji, always the life of the party, danced with infectious energy, pulling (Name)  into the swirl of music and laughter. In those moments, the complexities of the mafia world faded into the background, allowing (Name)  to savor the simple joy of camaraderie.

As the night progressed, they encountered a mysterious figure at the bar – a man whose eyes seemed to carry the weight of unspoken stories. Yuji's demeanor shifted subtly as he exchanged guarded glances with the stranger. When (Name)  inquired about their connection, Yuji's usually open demeanor turned reticent.

"That's just an old acquaintance," he dismissed, attempting to steer the conversation elsewhere. Despite her pressing questions, Yuji remained tight-lipped, the lines on his face betraying a mix of nostalgia and caution.

Curiosity gnawed at (Name) , but she respected Yuji's silence, knowing that some chapters of his life were meant to remain untold. The enigmatic man, acknowledging their presence with a nod, slipped away into the shadows of the crowded venue, leaving behind an air of mystery.

As the night waned, (Name)  and Yuji emerged from the lounge, the city's nocturnal pulse still throbbing around them. The encounter lingered in the back of (Name) 's mind, a puzzle piece that refused to fit into the larger picture of her life.

As they walked through the quiet streets on their way home, (Name)  stole a glance at Yuji, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. The unspoken connection between him and the mysterious man added yet another layer to the intricate tapestry of their intertwined destinies.

In the days that followed, (Name)  couldn't shake the feeling that the encounter marked a subtle shift in the winds of fate. The shadows that clung to her family's legacy seemed to stretch further, intertwining with the enigma of Yuji's past. Little did she know, the threads of their stories were destined to weave together, revealing a tapestry of alliances and betrayals that transcended the boundaries of the clandestine world they inhabited.

Arriving back at (Name) 's home, Yuji started to speak, though his inability to find the right words about the evening kept him from loosening his tongue. (Name)  realized he wouldn’t be able to find a single syllable until she spoke, “it’s alright, Yuji. You don’t have to speak if you don’t want to. But you seem different, do you want to stay here for the night?”

His bright smile lit up her porch and the heavy energy that once lingered. “I really appreciate your understanding, but I should get back home. – I wish I could stay… but maybe another time.”

(Name)  acquiesced and watched with lightly saddened eyes as Yuji stepped off of her porch slowly. She turned to enter her own home and stalked up her steps to her bedroom where she would sleep off a long day filled with confusion and stress and the end of a good time with a great friend. 

—

“You know what you need to do, Yuji.”

Yuji sat in the armchair, however comfortable it was, he couldn’t appreciate it with the burden of a new action in order for him. He sat silently for a moment, thinking of how to tell these people, his family, that he just fucking couldn’t. 

He finally looked up at the man sitting across from him, black hair wavering in the cool air of the home with similar dark eyes burning into his soul. He fought back the fire with his own, winding his energy up to say, “I won’t do it. You don’t know what she means to me, or who she is. She isn’t just some string to play with and cut down. She means more to me than this family does and if you think for a second that-”

“Fine. I’ll give you a week to decide. It’s her… or her father.”

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

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1. Hi. Thank you for the last itmf, the recommendations made me cry. Again thanks to the hard work of the mods.

Right now for itmf I'm looking for fanfics where Wei Wuxian says "fuck it" to the cultivation world and everyone think "Good riddance" just to end up regretting. Extra points if LWJ goes with him or call out everyone. Similar to "The Line Between Good and Evil" by Dandelion_sama ( Really good fic) @anime-trash-parody

you've heard that melody before by Stratisphyre (M, 65k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Memory Loss, POV Multiple, Multiple Canon Character Deaths, Depictions of depression, Light Dom/sub, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics) maybe? people don't say "good riddance" b/c he cast some sort of blanket amnesia spell, but they SURE DO REGRET IT

wide enough and wild by impossibletruths (E, 64k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Getting Together, Canonical Accidental Baby Acquisition, Families of Choice, References to Depression, Happy Ending, I Swear To God I’m Giving Them A Happy Ending, Overzealous Use Of Imagery, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Well Except WN But He Was Already Dead So, Fix-It of Sorts) he does go back

The Line Between Good and Evil by Dandelion_sama (G, 34k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, What-If, Rebirth, Time Travel, kind of Mass Reborn, reverse uno, Canon-Typical Violence, WIP)

The Best I Can by Zephyr (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (T, 26k, LJY & WWX, wangxian, WWX talking to his donkey, Canon Divergence, Light Angst, Drama, Recovery, Coming of Age, Secret Identity Fail, Friendship, Rogue Cultivator LWJ, Road Trips, POV Multiple, Happy Ending)

focal, filler, and line by bosbie (T, 26k, wangxian, canon divergence, flower shop au, fluff, hurt/comfort, pining, falling in love, WWX is not recognized in Dafan mountain, slice of life, WIP)

🔒 My Reason To Live by HeloSoph (Not rated, 3k, LSZ & WWX, Post-First Siege of the Burial Mound, Child LSZ, He's actually a Wei..., Suicidal Thoughts, Not Cultivation world friendly, Not JC friendly, not NMJ friendly, not LQR friendly, not JGS friendly, YLLZ WWX, WWX Deserves Better, And this time... he knows this..., A-Yuan is the best boy, Parent-Child Relationship, Parent WWX, BAMF WWX, wwx and a-yuan leave the BM..., WWX Leaves The Cultivation World, and they set on a journey to find a new home...)

And They Have Escaped The Weight of Darkness by cosmicmilktea (T, 10k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Amnesia, Memory Loss, Grief/Mourning, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Screw the Cultivation world tbh, The Lan precepts deserves better, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Falling In Love, domestic life, Social justice boyfriends wangxian, Happy Ending)

Home isn’t Where the Heart is. by Hauntcats (Not Rated, 7k, WangXian)

Lay my body down by tawaen (M, 48k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Eventual WangXian, No Golden Core Transfer, Not Cultivation World Friendly, Canon-Typical Violence, Not Jiāng Chéng Friendly)

( 🔒 but I'm not in charge of sorrow (so please don't ask me when) by Tavina (M, 75k, NHS & NMJ, NHS & OCs, LXC & NHS, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Passive Suicidal Ideation, Found Family, Unconventional Families, Families of Choice, Post-Canon, Post-Guānyīn Temple Scene, What’s a Reconciliation Anyway?, Internalized Acephobia, Depression, Mental Health Issues, An Absolute Boatload of Nie OCs, Background characters and relationships, Intergenerational Trauma, the Horrific Persistence of Memory, NHNS Needs a Hug, NMJ is dead even when he's alive, JGY is also dead but like you get the impression he used to be alive, Sometimes 'just walk out' IS the answer, Non-Chronological, lots of people are dead in this fic and this fic is about why it's not okay) If you’d like another character doing the same thing, ie fucking off and leaving the cultivator world )

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2. Helloooo, can I have for the next ITMF some fics with something like ghost WWX? I know there's a tag but I've seen some fics where the authors don't tag them with that, and some where he's not actually a ghost (more like a memory or apparition?) that shows up randomly in the cultivation world. Both work for me (just no JC bashing please!). Thank you! @jiangclaritybell

🧡 Ghosts Shouldn’t by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 15k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

asymptotic by chinxe (T, 26k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Misunderstandings, Pining, for 20+ years as per the course with lwj)

🔒 The Time Traveler's Soul by mondengel (Not rated, 2k, wangxian, time travel, podfic by flamingwell)

🔒 scatter and sunder by silversshadow (T, 15k, XuanLi, WangXian, Temporary Character Death, Canon Divergence)

Teatime with the Dead by Winxhelina (T, 6k, wangxian, Ghost WWX, Love Confessions, Kisses, Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst,bGhost City)

one good thing by Yuu_chi (T, 26k, WangXian, Modern AU, Ghost WWX, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, I swear there really is a happy ending, And an alarming amount of rabbits, [Podfic] One Good Thing by jellyfishfire)

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3.

Are there any fics which feel like this?

Or where wwx feels like this?

Thankyou very much

Also all these arts are by Ibuki Satsuki @constellationdks

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4. Hi! I’m looking for fics where wwx cries in the middle of the night and lwj comforts him and vise versa maybe they woke the other up bc they were sobbing. Wangxian hugs and having emotional intimacy each other. Thank you!

hunters seeking solid ground by Attila (E, 23k, WangXian, Canon Compliant, discussion of canon character death, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, bed sharing, Getting Together, Yearning, Literal Sleeping Together, Really Excessive Amounts of Hurt/Comfort) here's a GREAT fic that's all about that

hold me close by gentil-minou (Flyingsuits) (E, 13k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, Porn with Feelings, Emotional Sex, Grief, Mental Health Issues, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Character Study, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Anal Sex) If I may plug my own fic, there's a scene where lwj wakes from a nightmare and cries and wwx comforts him

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5. inmf lwj whump. the heavier, the better. happy ending appreciated, but not necessary. Physical whump is nice, but ain't picky. Thank you for the hard work! @jawla-mukhi

Stained With Blood and Tears by FaramirsBlessing (G, 63k, wangxian, LXC/JC, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst w Happy Ending, Hurt LWJ, Doctors & Physicians, Chinese medicine, Medical Procedures, Major Character Injury, Injury Recovery, Pet Names, People cry, Bedside Vigils, nobody dies tho, Sad WWX, Night Hunts, Post-Canon, JC is a good brother, Poisoning, Forehead Kisses, Hair Braiding, Hair Brushing, WWX loves his husband's hair okay, Cuddling & Snuggling, Delirium, mix of novel and series, so much hand holding, Chaste Kisses, resentful energy, the juniors ship all the adults, they are the humor in this tbh, PTSD, Перевод на русский | Translation in Russian)

New Perspective Series by mrcformoso (T, 35k, WangXian, Angst, Hopeful Ending, Fatherhood, Regrets, Flashbacks, POV LWJ, LWJ-centric, Canonical Character Death - WWX, Pining LWJ, LWJ Has Feelings Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī Needs a Hug, Character Development, Dead WWX, Introspection, LWJ is Bad at Feelings, Character Study, Regretful, LWJ Breaking Toxic Cycles, Canon Compliant, LWJ in Seclusion, Post-LWJ in Seclusion, Child LSZ)

a buried and burning flame by otherhippo (hippopotamus) (T, 17k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Torture, Kinda dark?, Angst with a Happy Ending, does it count as bedsharing if theres...no bed, Imprisonment, Hurt/Comfort)

Across the street to another life by danegen (M, 99k, WangXian, Modern AU, unleashed au, Family Fluff, Set in America, Hurt/Comfort, Past Child Abuse, Addiction, Crime, Amnesia, Ableist Language, another fridged mother, POV Alternating, past wwx/ofc, past wwx/omc, Medium parent YZY, A-Yuan is wwx's biological son, Musicians, Happy Ending)

🔒the map of days by everythingispoetry (M, 20k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Permanent Injury, Recovery, Disability, Parenthood, Character Study, Thirteen Years of WWX's Death)

Alter by Solmae (E, 162k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Drama & Romance, Slow Burn, Canon-Typical Violence, Rape/Non-con Elements, Gang Rape, Forced Prostitution, PTSD, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Slavery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Torture) LWJ is kept as a sex slave by the Wen sect

hold me close by gentil-minou (Flyingsuits) (E, 13k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, Porn with Feelings, Emotional Sex, Grief, Mental Health Issues, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Character Study, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Anal Sex) LWJ struggles with WWX's death, even after WWX's return

Lan Yuan's War by BurningTea (G, 196k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Angst, Sick LWJ, Hurt/comfort, Eventual Happy Ending)

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6. itmf fic where wwx cheats on lwj

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7. itmf fics about granny wen! any fics about granny wen being a bamf, or being the (grand)parental all of our favs desperately need. looking for feel good fics. some angst is okay, but a happy ending is a must. ty all!

Lay my body down by tawaen (M, 48k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Eventual WangXian, No Golden Core Transfer, Not Cultivation World Friendly, Canon-Typical Violence, Not Jiāng Chéng Friendly) Not sure if this counts as it's not really about Granny Wen, but she does become sect leader of the Wen Remnants in this & mingles with other sect leaders at a discussion conference

Granny Knows Best by The_Snarkivist (T, 5k, OYZZ/WN, JL/LSZ, Getting Together, Fluff, Accidental Elderly Acquisition, More OYZZ content in 2022 agenda, WN Centric, Let WN Be Happy Agenda, Happy Ending, fast burn, Granny does know best, POV WN, Post-Canon)

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8. hii how are you? I'm in the mood for a fic where either wwx or lwj go incoherent (sexually maybe) and the other takes care of them.

thank u sm for ur work and time!! @mercurygirlwt28

To Know, To Be Known Series by cqlorphan (E, 38k, WangXian, PWP, Bottom LWJ, Top WWX, Cock Warming, Multiple Orgasms, Marathon Sex, Under-negotiated Kink, Porn with Feelings, Aftercare, Dom/sub Undertones, Established Relationship, sex tears, gratuitous use of names, Begging, this is actually...really soft, Kink Discovery, Post-Canon, Switch WangXian, Cock rings, Rimming, Edging) Lwj definitely goes incoherent a few times!

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9. Please recommend some wangxian mafia au/ dark wangji modern au fics . Moreover Mafia wangji is so hott🥵 @itzweiwuxian

🔒🧡 Rule Number One: Never get attached. by KizuKatana (E, 130k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O, Criminal underworld AU, Fluff and angst, Crime boss LWJ, Rouge criminal genius WWX, Explicit Sex)

to give a snapdragon by suton (T, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, Mob, Dark LWJ, Minor ZhuiYi, Ambiguous/Open Ending) Short but sweet!

luminous by azuresummer (E, 50k, WIP, WangXian, Dom/sub, Dom/sub Undertones, Dominant LWJ, Submissive WWX, Modern AU, Merpeople, A/B/O Dynamics, Dark LXC, Dark LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Protective LWJ, Crime Boss LWJ, Omega WWX, Siren WWX, Merperson WWX, Hurt WWX, WWX Whump, Precious WWX, Spoiled WWX, WWX Has a Fear of Dogs, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, Nesting, Scenting, Power Imbalance, Obsession, Kidnapping, Organized Crime, Mild Gore, Minor Character Death, Excessive Amounts of Tenderness, Pining LWJ, Dark WangXian)

We do have a Mafia / Cop / Detective / Thief comp if you haven't checked it out yet ^^

how to be a heartbreaker by sweetlolixo (E, 105k, WangXian, Modern AU, Sugar Daddy LWJ, Sugar Baby WWX, Dark WWX, Dark LWJ, Pining LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Crossdressing WWX, Seductress WWX, Eventual Happy Ending, Dirty Talking LWJ, They Do Fall In Love and there’s Fluff, Dark!Wangxian, Power Couple, Off the Charts Sexual Tension, Size Kink, Daddy Kink, degradation kink) lwj darker in the 2nd part of this, this one is real good too. 2nd part has ambiguous ending.

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10. Hello! I'd like to make a request for the next fic finder- it's not necessarily itmf, more like "does it exist?" Crossover with tgcf, but focusing on a Guzi and A-Yuan friendship? I've only ever seen 2 artworks (both from the same artist). And I've tried searching, but no luck, does anyone else know if such a story exists? Or is too niche a request? Thank you ❤ @theladypeartree

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11. Hello! I'm in the mood of a fic where Wwx feels hurt/insecure about Lwj not burning paper money to him while he was dead. @annebaneriddle

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12. Hi! For ITMF, could you recommend me a fic where WWX collect children and become their father figure/mentor? I want MXY is one of those children if you can but other is fine too. I prefer if its not modern AU, except if it was modern with cultivation/magic. Thank you! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

❤️ Seen and not heard by eatmyass (E, 51k, wangxian, case fic, no sunshot, kid fic, dadxian, strangers to lovers, found family, LWJ pov, pining, fake/pretend relationship, first time, falling in love)

Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste (T, 36k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Adoption, Family Fluff, Kid fic, Family drama, Fluff, [PODFIC] Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste by lunatique)

🔒and having a marvelous time by varnes (E, 108k, WangXian, Yúnmèng Siblings, Sound of Music AU, (i know!!! i know. stay with me on this.), Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Family Feels, spies to lovers???, Protective Siblings, Sometimes You Just Want Your Dads To Admit They're Your Dads, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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13. I'm looking for niche au fics! The more obscure the better: I've previously encountered figure skating, amish, cave diving, and surgeon aus. No WIPS please :) @mostergreentea

Into the Depths by elytchaeke (T, 47k, WangXian, Modern AU, Cave Diving, Slow Burn, not that slow, Speluncaphobia, Claustrophobia, Descriptions of Corpses, Drowning, Minor Character Death, Minor Violence, Sharing Body Heat, The Inherent Eroticism of Wordless Communication, Corpse Handling) cave diving fic that op is talking about

The Amish AU by bufflehead, goofs_n_gaffs (T, 13k, WangXian, XuanLi, Modern AU, but they're amish, Crack, Not taken seriously, Slurpee Acquisition, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cloud Recesses Shenanigan, rated h for hector, pitchforks, References to Shakespeare, Cultural Appropriation, of the amish, Fishing, Buggies, Violence Against Chickens, Bad Cooking, Goose Metaphors, First Kiss, Party Host JW) amish fic that op is talking about

Always Be Closing by betts (E, 32k, WangXian, QingXian, Modern AU, America, Office, Kid Fic, Drunken Kissing, Semi-Public Sex, Sexting, Divorce, Falling In Love, Bank Robbery, Secret Relationship, Co-workers) commercial lending au

🧡 Faire thee well by Scrippio (T, 77k, WangXian , ChengQing, XuanLi, 3Zun, Modern AU, Renaissance Faire, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Slow Burn)

[Podcast] New Year, New Pod! jellyfishfire, kisahawklin (G, 2.5-3 hrs, Modern AU, Streaming, MP3, Cold Read, Trailers, Recommendations) @kisahawklin and @jellyfishfire did a great podcast recommending various fic and podfic where MDZS cast have unusual (for them) occupations. I bet a bunch of these would scratch your itch!

there is no limited dimensions by Stratisphyre (M, 122k, WangXian, NieLan, MianQing, WN/Other(s), Star Trek Fusion, Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Assumed Character Death, Minor Character Death Tags on Each Chapter, references to non-con, references to canonical slavery, (The Orion Syndicate is just really bad okay?), bizarre space mpreg, Implied Future Pairings, Implied NHS/Others, POV Multiple, Accidental Child Acquisition, Found Family, Implied Future 3zun, Genius WWX) Star Trek AU (you don't need any familiarity with star trek to read)

Waiting for Spring Series by thievinghippo (E, 225k, WangXian, Modern AU, Sports, Baseball, Switch WangXian, mentions of past emotional abuse, slight angst, Happy Ending, Pining, Masturbation)

Creatures of Emotion by thievinghippo (E, 33k, WangXian, Modern AU, Rimming, Phone Sex, Blow Jobs, Office Sex)

light a lantern (and guide me home) by xuanxuanwo (ostentatiouslyrealistic) (T, 63k, WangXian, Moth WWX, Witch LWJ, Tea, Plants, Mountains, Loneliness, Curses, Curse Breaking, Melancholy, Friendship, Romance, Angst with a Happy Ending, Thunderstorms, Fluff and Angst, Minor Character Death, Memories) mothxian/witchji!

Wei Wuxian Makes a Wish series by natcat5 (M, 119k, wangxian, major character death, underage, madoka magica au, modern w/ magic, time travel, high school au, body horror, self-harm, angst w/ bittersweet ending, time loop, mental instability, suicidal thoughts) incredible madoka magical au

🧡🔒 Night of the Living History (an edutainment special!) by Aerlalaith (T, 51k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Workplace Relationship, Fluff and Humor, Museums, living history, Some Plot, Slice of Life, Injury, a minor haunting) living cultivation history museum au

🧡 A Knight in Shining Armor by thievinghippo (G, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Parent WWX, Fluff, Meet-Cute)

Falling to the Rhythm by Selenay (E, 128k, WangXian, Modern: No Powers, Dance, Strictly Come Dancing Fusion, Ballroom Dancing, Dancer!WWX, Violinist LWJ, Pining While Dancing, Oblivious WWX, Gratuitous Costume Descriptions, Gratuitous dancing descriptions, Slow Burn, [Podfic] Falling to the Rhythm by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona))

Covered in Bees by ScarlettStorm (T, 8k, WangXian,Modern AU, Beekeeping AU, Meet-Cute, Comedy, Fluff, Bees)

🔒some things go forward by everythingispoetry (T, 73k, WangXian, Modern AU, Hospitals, Teenage Drama, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Happy Ending)

Wei Wuxian’s Home for Lost Creatures by Stratisphyre (G, 22k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Fusion, Fluff, Single Dad LWJ, Near Drowning, injured animals, First Meetings, Falling In Love)

as if you were a mythical thing by daltoneering (M, 17k, WangXian, Historical, Science Fiction, Magical Realism, Steampunk, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, WWX Master of Clocks)

🧡 Yiling Salon: Hair, Nails and Piercing by TriviasFolly (T, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, hairstylist AU, WWX owns a salon, Hairstylist WWX, 5+1 Things, Fluff, Experimental Style)

C’est toi pour moi by eatmyass (T, 49k, WangXian, Jab We Met AU, Modern AU, Strangers to Lovers, travelling, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Sharing a Bed, Fluff, Slow Burn, Pining, POV LWJ, Endgame WangXian, All Is Not As It Seems, No cheating whatsoever!, Paris: the city of hate)

🧡 don’t threaten me with a good time by livinginaworldofnoise (G, 60k, WangXian, Modern AU, Great British bake off AU, Script format, Fluff and Crack, Reality TV, Social media)

Welcome to the Great Gusu Bake Off! series by BlackWiresOnHerHead (G, 59k, Modern, College/University AU, The Great British Bake Off AU, Humor)

💖 Pentimento. by orange_crushed (E, 73k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, art conservation, museums, pining, not actually unrequited love, angst w/ happy ending, misunderstandings, smut, major character injury, hospitalization, hurt/comfort, past incarceration, forgery)

always on my mind series by sami (E, 41k, wangxian, LWJ/Others, LWJ & JYL, Modern, references to past LWJ/others, references to past WWX/WQ, Family, Sexual Tension set in the early 90s, Grief, Erratic Gay Superstar Musician LWJ, life is what happens in the in between, Fluff, Children, Pregnancy, not mpreg, Parenthood, Music Videos, LWJ's Gremlin Tendencies, WWX's Gremlin Tendencies, Drag, Daytime Television, Bitches Get Things Done, fictional daytime talk shows, Q&A, Slice of Life, Awards shows, any resemblance between OCs and real people living or dead are coincidental I swear, Communication, and how LWJ is bad at it, LWJ's weirdly wholesome kink inclinations, LWJ's aggressively artistic musical career, References to Major Character Death, Celebrity stuff, Superstar musican LWJ)

🧡 I Don't Want to Debut! by countingcr0ws (G, 56k, wangxian, Modern, Reality Show, Idols, Celebrity, Social Media, Epistolary, Romance, Fluff, Footnotes, Kissing, Poetry, Podfic Available)

You're Home, I'm Home by Pip (Moirail) (E, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, Ice Skating, Olympics, Falling In Love, Anal Sex, Rimming, Unsafe Sex, Creampie, Ice skater LWJ, Hockey player WWX)

down by the water by astrolesbian (E, 60k, WangXian, Slow Burn, Modern AU, Friends to Lovers, Surfer LWJ, Surfer WWX, Loneliness, complicated family relationships, mention of drowning, but no actual drowning is described, fluff and smut and angst, Reconciliation)

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14. itmf fics set during the cloud recesses study arc, with wwx and lwj exploring their sexualities with each other... basically having sex which is underage, but wholeheartedly consensual and wholesome. just the vibes being them excited cause they really like each other but its their first times, so they want to be careful. bottom!lwj preferred, or with neither topping or bottoming.

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15. itmf lwj being held hostage or used as blackmail

Alter by Solmae (E, 162k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Drama & Romance, Slow Burn, Canon-Typical Violence, Rape/Non-con Elements, Gang Rape, Forced Prostitution, PTSD, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Slavery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Torture) (link in #5) Alter works for this request as well since LWJ is being held prisoner to ensure LXC's good behaviour

the field meets the wood by astronicht (T, 7k, WangXian, BAMF WWX, slight whump, Ritualistic Self Harm, Canon Era, Tang Dynasty style, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury, salt economics, Post-Canon, [Podfic] the field meets the wood by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona), [podfic] the field meets the wood by jellyfishfire)

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16. Hey, here after a long time. Hope you guys are doing well.

ITMF everyone simping over Wei WuXian. Something like Touch That Body, (It's Not Mine) @tinyfoxpeach

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17. heyy there thanks for your hard work! do you have any fic recs on wangixan post canon married life that's basically fluff? or any fics that wwx is injured or sick and lwj gets worried, protective and looks after him? thanks in advance! :) @aquiver-heart

small mercies by mellowflicker (E, 11k, WangXian, Post-Canon Fix-It, as in wwx doesn't walk away but stays to take care of his zhanzhan, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Getting Together, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Switching)

the lives of birds by bleuett (E, 15k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Domestic Fluff, Gardens & Gardening, Fluff and Humor, Family Feels, Established Relationship, Anal Sex, Rimming, Blow Jobs)

As You Like It by cosmicmilktea (T, 8k, WangXian, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Tea, Finding out preferences, Childhood Memories, Yunmeng trio feels, child rearing, Post-Canon, Very Very Light Angst, Fluff) Such lovely married wangxian. Wwx researching and helping lwj learn what is to his taste (literally, as in tea and food)

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[astrologged]

Physical appearance of the signs

Sun | Ascendant | Midheaven

Aries: Are often associated with a lean and athletic build, with a prominent forehead, high cheekbones and a broad neck. They may also have sharp and angular facial features, with a strong jawline and expressive eyes. They often have a confident and bold demeanor, which can be reflected in their physical appearance.

Taurus: Are often associated with a sturdy and robust build and may have a rounder and fuller face, with soft features such as full cheeks, sensual lips and a rounded nosetip and deep, penetrating eyes. They have a calm, grounded and soft demeanor, which can be reflected in their physical appearance. The Venusian energy can manifest in the person's physical appearance, making them appear beautiful to others.

Gemini: Have a more slender and athletic build, with long limbs and a youthful appearance. They may also have a more expressive and angular face, with a prominent nose and sharp features. They tend to have a bigger, more prominent upper lip and are very expressive with their hands. They have a curious and talkative demeanor, which can be reflected in their physical appearance.

Cancer: have a softer and rounder appearance, with a tendency to gain weight in the hips and thighs. They may also have a fuller, rounder face with gentle features, and large and expressive, sometimes watery eyes. They’re known for their nurturing and empathetic personalities, which can be reflected in their physical appearance. 

Leo: Tend to have a strong and confident appearance, with a more prominent and dramatic bone structure and big and/or full hair, they are prone to gaining weight on the lower side of the face. Males with a Leo ascendant might suffer from loss of hair early on. Overall Leo has a charismatic and outgoing demeanor, which can also be reflected in their physical appearance.

Virgo: Tend to have a more refined and delicate appearance, with a slender and angular bone structure, with a lean and toned build. They may have a more angular and symmetrical face, with a high forehead and a straight nose, and are very expressive with their hands. They ave a reserved and analytical demeanor, which can also be reflected in their physical appearance. They tend to look younger than their actual age.

Libra: Tend to have a balanced and symmetrical appearance, with a more refined and attractive bone structure. Their bodies are balanced and proportionate. They have a charming and diplomatic demeanor, which can be reflected in their physical appearance. The Venusian energy can manifest in the person's physical appearance, making them appear beautiful to others.

Scorpio: Tend to have an intense and magnetic appearance, with a more angular and defined bone structure and a sharp, sometimes angular nose with deep and penetrating eyes. They have a mysterious and passionate demeanor, which can be reflected in their physical appearance.

Sagittarius: Tend to have a more athletic and adventurous appearance, with a more elongated and lean bone structure. They often have a more expressive and animated face, with a prominent forehead and bright, friendly eyes. They have a playful, outgoing and independent demeanor, which is reflected in their physical appearance.

Capricorn: Tend to have a more serious and mature appearance, with a more prominent and structured bone structure with a square jawline and more serious looking eyes. They’re usually of average size, quite proportionate. They have a disciplined and ambitious demeanor, which is also reflected in their physical appearance.

Aquarius: Are often associated with a more unique appearance, with a tendency towards a lean and angular build. They have a striking and expressive face, with high cheekbones and piercing eyes. They prefer to look authentic and often decide to wear unconventional clothes. They have an independent and innovative demeanor, which can also be reflected in their physical appearance.

Pisces: Tend to have a more dreamy and ethereal appearance, with a softer and more delicate bone structure and oftentimes a pale skin. They may have a more gentle and sensitive face, with large and expressive watery eyes. They have a compassionate and artistic demeanor, which is often reflected in their physical appearance.

[pumperpup]

In the heart of the metropolis, where the streets buzzed with the eclectic energy of its inhabitants, Elliot, a young man of distinctive taste and a penchant for the unconventional, embarked on a quest that would etch an unforgettable chapter in his life's narrative. Known for his love of vintage vinyl and the art of coffee brewing, Elliot was the epitome of urban hipster sophistication. His journey into the unknown commenced with the discovery of the Moonlight Diet, a regimen shrouded in mystique, promising not just weight loss but a transformation of the self.

As the moon waxed and waned, so did Elliot's enthusiasm for his nocturnal feasts. Under the luminescence of the celestial orb, he dined on a cornucopia of exotic fruits and rarefied edibles, each bite an ode to the night. Initially, the changes were subtle: a lightness of being, a newfound vigor. But as the nights unfurled, a more tangible metamorphosis took root.

Elliot's belly, once flat and unassuming, began to burgeon. It swelled like a balloon on the cusp of flight, stretching his flannel shirts to their limits. The transformation was both bewildering and mesmerizing. His midsection took on a life of its own, a spherical monument to the moon's enigmatic power. It jiggled with a peculiar grace, a soft, pillowy expanse that elicited a mixture of awe and consternation in those who beheld it.

The sensation of his expanding girth was peculiar; it was as if he carried the moon's essence within him, a constant, gentle weight that nudged him towards an understanding of the universe's mysteries. Each step he took was a dance with gravity, a negotiation with the newfound corpulence that marked him as a disciple of the night's shadowy diet.

Embarking on a quest for answers, Elliot sought the counsel of a wise nutritionist, whose laughter at his tale echoed the whimsy of his predicament. She explained the folly of his ways, how the disruption of natural rhythms and the allure of moonlit enchantments had led to his remarkable transformation.

Yet, despite the wisdom imparted, Elliot's belly refused to concede to the realms of normalcy. Instead, it continued its celestial expansion, growing to sizes beyond what was typically possible, a phenomenon that defied the laws of physics and biology. Elliot's silhouette became a legend in itself, a living testament to the night sky's boundless influence. His belly, now a marvel of the modern world, shone with a luminescence reminiscent of the very moonlight that had begotten its growth.

Far from seeking to reverse this unparalleled transformation, Elliot embraced his unique condition. He became a symbol of the extraordinary, a beacon for those drawn to the mysteries of the universe. Crowds would gather to witness the man whose belly had transcended human limitations, each viewing a reminder that the world was filled with wonders far beyond our understanding.

In this new chapter of his life, Elliot navigated his existence with a buoyancy both literal and metaphorical. His story, a blend of curiosity, adventure, and the sheer unpredictability of life, echoed through the streets of the city, a tale not of caution but of embracing the unknown with an open heart and an unyielding spirit. Elliot, and his ever-expanding belly, became a legend, a mythic figure dancing in the moonlight, forever a part of the celestial tapestry that had so dramatically reshaped his destiny.

[growingstories]

The greatest wrestler

Once upon a time in the small town of Oakwood, there lived a promising young wrestler named Ethan Turner.

At the age of 18, Ethan had already established himself as a formidable force in the high school wrestling circuit. Despite his relatively small size of 180 pounds, his determination to become the biggest wrestler in the world knew no bounds.

Ethan's dream was to double his weight within the next five years, from 180 pounds to a staggering 360 pounds. This audacious goal seemed impossible to many, but Ethan was nothing short of a resilient dreamer. He knew that achieving such a feat would require immense sacrifices and hardships, but he was ready to face them head-on.

The journey to becoming the biggest wrestler began at Ethan's kitchen table, where forced he himself to consume massive amounts of food each day. He meticulously crafted a diet plan that consisted of six meals, rich in carbohydrates, proteins, and healthy fats. Every bite was a challenge, as his body struggled to adapt to the sudden increase in calorie intake. Force-feeding himself wasn't just physically strenuous but also emotionally draining; he often felt nauseous and overwhelmed.

As his weight began to climb steadily, Ethan battled not only with the constant discomfort of a stuffed stomach, but also with various health issues. His joints creaked and ached under his growing mass, and he frequently found himself in unbearable pain after intense training sessions. The loneliness he experienced grew with each passing day, as his demanding training routine and dietary restrictions kept him apart from his friends and classmates. Ethan's dedication to his goals often isolated him from the pleasures of the teenage years, but he believed it was all worth it.

Ethan spent endless hours at gym, the lifting weights, working on his agility, and conditioning himself to become an unstoppable force in the wrestling ring. Each day, he pushed his limits, motivated by the vivid image in his mind of the future he aspired to While. his muscles grew stronger and more defined, the abs he once possessed began to disappear beneath layers of fat. It was a sign of his progress, a necessary sacrifice on the path to achieving greatness.

Throughout his journey, Ethan had an unwavering admiration for his wrestling coach, Coach Thompson. Under his guidance, Ethan felt empowered to break his limits and pursue his goals with renewed vigor. As time went on, Ethan's admiration for Coach Thompson developed into something deeper, something that resembled love. The mentor-student relationship transformed into an emotional attachment that Ethan found solace in.

Determined to please Coach Thompson, Ethan followed every instruction and demand, no matter how difficult or unconventional they seemed. He blindly trusted his coach, that believing he held the key to unlocking his true potential. Though the love was one-sided, Ethan's dedication to his coach amplified, serving as a both blessing and a curse.

As Ethan plowed through his training regimen, his body transformed rapidly. His once lean and athletic frame steadily expanded, filling out with thick layers of muscle and fat. While the changes were remarkable, the sight of his once-enviable physique now lost within his newfound girth filled Ethan with mixed emotions. The prospect of being the biggest wrestler thrilled him, but the loss his of prized six-pack reminded him of the sacrifices he had made along the way.

Five years flew by, and day the of the final high school wrestling match arrived. Ethan stepped onto the wrestling mat, a colossus compared to his opponents. His massive figure dwarfed everyone else, and his sheer size became a legend in its own right. Spectators marveled at the dedication and sacrifice that brought Ethan to this point.

In the end, Ethan emerged victorious from his final wresting match, claiming the state championship as his own. The cheers of the crowd filled his ears, but beneath the surface, a mix of emotions swirled within him. As he stood atop the victory podium, weighing a mighty 360 pounds, he realized the true cost of his dreams.

While Ethan's journey had transformed him physically and allowed him to achieve greatness as the biggest wrestler in the world, it had come at a great price. The joints that had once ached now screamed with agony; his body struggled to carry the weight that once defined him. The loneliness he experienced throughout the years left a wound that continued to throb.

Ethan's story teaches us that the pursuit of one's dreams carries with it both triumphs and tribulations. It shines a light on the importance of balance, reminding us that sacrificing too much for a single goal may cost us more than we bargained for. Although Ethan forged his path with determination and dedication, his journey to become the biggest wrestler in the world ultimately left him questioning the price he paid.

As the cheers faded and the lights dimmed, Ethan contemplated what lay ahead for him. The weight of his dreams had brought him this far, but now it was time to decide if the sacrifices were worth the cost. He wondered if he could balance his love for wrestling with the desire for a healthier and more fulfilling life—one where he could find companionship, happiness, and prosperity outside the ring.

And so, as the curtain closes on Ethan's remarkable journey, we are left with a lingering question: can he find sol andace contentment amidst the struggles he faced, or will his ambition continue to drive him towards a singular goal, regardless of the consequences? Only time will tell in this tale of sacrifice, dedication, and the pursuit of greatness.

[sleepyburito]

My thoughts on Visions

Every time I hear a new theory about Visions, the first thing I do is apply it to the archons in question. So here’s my take on the vision theory 

Anemo: Desire freedom and the ability to overcome loss in their lives. Their ambition in life usually related to breaking free of chains of some kind whether it be literal or metaphorical. 

For example: Xiao was freed from the chains of his old master and now works hard to protect Liyue and grant freedom to the people.

Venti helped Mondstat overcome their chains and strives to let them continue their free lifestyles. He overcame the loss of his friend despite still mourning after all these centuries.

Hydro: Those who have high expectations on them from uncontrollable circumstances or those who have dedicated themselves to a craft 

For example: Barbra has high expectations from her family name to the point she has seemingly abandoned it and she has dedicated herself to healing and the church 

Furina has expectations she tries to live up to as the hydro archon and her craft of choice appears to be acting. Even Focalor had high expectations being Egeria's successor

Dendro: Those who strive to learn and grow beyond socially expectations and to do so through unconventional means.

For Example: Tighnari grew beyond what he would have if he had become a sage

Nahida had societal expectations from the sages and is now growing into new expectations she’s set for herself as an archon. 

Pyro: Those who strive to be the best of something or those who have a family legacy to live up to or preserve.

For Example: Amber, strives to be a great outrider despite being the only one and is trying to ensure her grandfathers legacy lives on with her. 

As we have not met the Pyro archon, I’m not sure how much of this applies so this one may change

Cyro: Overcoming isolation and a conflict of beliefs. Their ambition in life relates to their desire to find a home or relates to their conflicting belief in a unique way.

For example: Diona is a bartenter who hates alcohol and has a blessing to create amazing drinks. Her ambition is to take down the Mondstat wine industry. 

The Tsaritsa, from what we can tell, isolated herself after the destruction of Khanriah and seems to have a belief she needs to take down Celestia despite being a creation of Celestia

Geo: Those who shoulder a metaphorical or literal weight to help those around them and often they take promises or ‘contracts’ seriously. 

For example: Noelle seems to take on a lot of the heavy lifting literally for the knights, she carries crates and takes down larger, harder to defeat enemies. 

Zhongli ruled and cared for Liyue for Millennia, seemingly putting their safety and lives before his own needs. His retirement is him ending his contract. 

Electro: Those who don’t ‘belong’ in the traditional sense, the ones who are outcasted for who they are or the ones who don’t truly fall in line with society 

For Example: Fischl is caught in her daydream, her ‘reality’ is different to everyone else's. Even her own parents didn’t accept her

Ei and Makoto were the only twin archons, they shared the title but not the same duties. They were immediate stand outs with the archons and yet they hid that individuality from the rest of the world

this is all just my thoughts I've gather from too much free time and ADHD nonsense

Edit: 9/12/2023 because I forgot Electro-

[sobbingpig]

Asked AI for some lesser known weight loss tips and I’m not disappointed.

1. **Dim the Lights**: Eating in softer lighting can reduce the speed at which you consume food, giving your body more time to signal fullness.

2. **Cooler Room Temperature**: Being in a slightly cooler environment might encourage your body to burn more calories to maintain its temperature.

3. **Use Blue Plates**: Blue is said to be an appetite suppressant color, so using blue plates could help control portion sizes.

4. **Aromatherapy**: Scents like peppermint and grapefruit have been linked to decreased appetite, so consider using them to enhance your environment.

5. **Mirror Exposure**: Spend some time in front of a mirror while eating. It's believed that seeing yourself can help you be more mindful of your choices.

6. **Laugh More**: Laughter can increase calorie expenditure and reduce stress-related eating.

7. **Unplug While Eating**: Avoid screens while eating to focus on your meal and prevent mindless overeating.

8. **Chew Gum**: Chewing sugar-free gum can distract you from snacking and help control cravings.

9. **Eating with Non-Dominant Hand**: This unconventional approach can slow down eating and make you more conscious of what you're consuming.

10. **Practice Gratitude**: Taking a moment to appreciate your food can promote mindful eating and satisfaction with smaller portions.

11. **Use Smaller Utensils**: Eating with tiny utensils can lead to smaller bites and slower eating, giving your brain more time to register fullness.

12. **Brush Your Teeth After Meals**: The minty taste can signal the brain that eating is done, reducing the desire for unnecessary snacking.

13. **Eat in Front of a Mirror Naked**: This extreme approach can make you more conscious of your body and food choices, possibly affecting your portion sizes.

14. **Fidgeting**: Incorporating subtle movements like tapping your feet or twiddling your thumbs can burn additional calories throughout the day.

15. **Cold Water Swims**: Cold exposure activates brown fat, which burns calories to generate heat. Cold water swims could potentially aid in weight loss.

16. **Hula Hooping**: This childhood activity can be a fun way to engage your core muscles and burn calories.

17. **Serve Food Upside Down**: Placing your plate upside down and flipping it before eating can disrupt automatic eating habits, making you more mindful.

18. **Clench Your Fist**: Clenching your fist repeatedly before eating may help suppress appetite by activating certain nerves related to digestion.

19. **Eat Spicy Foods Upside Down**: Some suggest that eating spicy foods while hanging your head upside down can reduce hunger.

20. **Visualize Eating Before a Meal**: Imagine savoring each bite before you actually eat. This mental practice might help you eat more slowly and mindfully.

Remember, these tips can be quite unconventional and may not have substantial scientific backing. Always prioritize evidence-based methods and consult a healthcare professional before attempting extreme or unusual weight loss strategies.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

COBRA'S MILITARY FILE (OC)

NAME: HOWARD, SCOTT KEOLA

DOB: May 25th, 1985

BIRTHPLACE: Pago Pago, American Samoa.

SERVICE NO: 156-39-43

CALLSIGN: Cobra, Shadow 0-2.

SEX: Male.

MARITAL STATUS: Single.

EDUCATION: High School Education.

LANGUAGES: English, Samoan, Russian.

BRANCH: United States Navy Sea, Air, and Land (SEAL) Teams.(Honorably Discharged.)

RANK: Special Warfare Officer 1st Class (E-6).

PROFESSION: Military Operator/Contractor and Investor for Shadow Company.

TRAINING: Direct action, Counter-terrorism, Amphibious reconnaissance, Unconventional warfare, Hostage rescue, Underwater demolition.

Training Scores

PFT: 298

Rifle Qual: 290

CQB: 22.8s

Disciplinary Record: Clean.

Notes: - 1 domestic decoration (Purple Heart) awarded by the American government for a wound sustained while in active duty, as a result of an act of a hostile foreign force. (2018)

Past Medical History

Height: 6ft3in / 191cm

Current Weight: 260lbs / 117kg

Blood Type: A-

Extensive physical injuries.

1x 3rd Degree Burns (from prolonged exposure to flames) and lacerations after an explosion. Extensive injuries to the skin and soft tissue of the upper left side of his body, including his face. Surgical intervention performed successfully.

15+ Stab Wounds with various degrees of gravity to the torso and upper extremities. 2 instances of antibiotics to stave off infection.

10x GSW. 3x in upper and lower extremities. 4x in upper torso. 3x in lower abdomen.

3x Concussion.

2x Pneumonia. 2 rounds of antibiotics for treatment.

3x Hypoxemia and respiratory distress from smoke/toxic gas inhalation. 3 rounds of oxygen therapy.

6x Food Poisoning.

Evaluated for hearing loss. Result: minimal.

Evaluated for visual acuity. Result: 20/20.

Family History

███████ [REDACTED] ███████

Note: Family medical history shows a tendency for heart disease, strokes/blood clots, and high blood pressure/cholesterol. Continue to monitor.

Social History

Smoking? Not anymore. Quit 10 years ago.

Drinking? Yes, socially. Never binging.

Physically Active? Yes. Swims 2+ hrs, 5 times a week. Boxing, 3 times a week. Cardio, everyday.

Sexually Active? Yes. Clear of STDs and STIs.

Psychological Treatment? No.

Religion? Christian. Non-Practicing.

Associations? N/A.

Medication List + Indications

Lidocaine – Issued for 3rd degree burns, 5 years ago, discontinued use.

Allergies

N/A

Notes

N/A

[sheplayswithlifee]

Charleigh sat on the sun-soaked sands of the beach, the waves lapping gently against the shore, creating a soothing symphony that, for a moment, drowned out the cacophony of thoughts swirling in her mind. As an elder, she couldn't escape the haunting realization that her days were numbered. The specter of her own mortality loomed large, casting a shadow over the joyous family outing to Sulani.

The burden of parenthood weighed heavily on her shoulders, especially as she considered the lack of a clear successor once she was gone. Her younger siblings were an option, but Charleigh hesitated to burden them with the responsibilities of raising her son, Blaze. Atreus, still mourning the loss of his youngest child, was in no condition for another. Mackenly had made it abundantly clear that she wanted no more children, and Charleigh found herself grappling with the daunting prospect of facing parenthood alone.

The absence of their mother, who had been a trusted source of guidance, left Charleigh feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty. As she watched Blaze play in the sand, his laughter harmonizing with the rhythmic melody of the ocean, she attempted to ground herself in the present moment. This was Blaze's first trip to Sulani, and she was determined to make it a cherished memory for him.

However, the ever-watchful eyes of society seemed to follow Charleigh, their unspoken judgments echoing in her ears. The whisperings of onlookers, fueled by assumptions about her age and the unconventional family dynamic, clawed at her confidence. A stranger's innocent inquiry about Blaze's age inadvertently struck a nerve, the assumption that he was her grandson cutting deep.

A feeble attempt to explain was cut short as Charleigh withdrew into her thoughts. She knew the societal expectations and judgments were irrational, yet the weight of them pressed on her. As she watched Blaze build sandcastles with unbridled joy, Charleigh struggled to convince herself that there was no perfect time for motherhood, and she had chosen her own path, regardless of the whispers that threatened to steal her joy.

[futureplayboibunnie]

‘’WICKED GAME PT.6’’

Dr Strange x fem!reader

- a lil shorter than usual but THE TENSION IS FINALLY GOING SOMEWHERE aaaaaa!

You were attempting to piece together the broken fragments of the events Stephen just left in your lap, but you failed to reach the shards before they shattered to the floor.

You don't know how it happened, or why it felt so damn right to be this close to him. But it did. It was a perfect and completely unconventional fusion of desire and danger- a thinly veiled line between sex and death. Stephen left you with a single lingering statement: ‘’Goodnight’’ - just like you did when you first had a proper conversation, just when you were about to get somewhere. It was like karmic payback on his part, a form of torture specified for you. You felt his warm sweet whiskey breath, you felt his body turn rigid, you felt his piercing blue eyes scan your face before ultimatley landing on your lips...those lips that wanted to kiss him so bad...but he left you. Like you left him.

God, you wanted his fingertips to trace over your skin once again- you were obsessing over the touch and sensation he left on you, like an invisible mark down your spine of where he once was. A ghostly touch, a ghostly loss. You felt pathetic. Truly. A mess. You should refute these feelings, write them off as a stupid fleeting crush...but you couldn't because it was heavier than that. These emotions towards him were heavy, mature and definitely not a schoolgirl crush. You were jaded. He was jaded. And you weren't nervous around him...you wanted him so fucking bad. Even if it was for once. You didn't even have to talk about it after

You were stood frozen in front of the mirror, you felt your limbs turn rigid, too confused to move because Stephen was right there and then he wasn't. You felt a rising frustration sprint through you-feeling this way was making you helpless and you wouldn't be able to live it down. But you couldn't deny how aroused you felt, fuck, his fleeting touch alone made fireworks explode under your skin.

Shit.

You quickly got undressed and crawled into bed, nothing covering your body but the goosebumps Stephen left. The moonlight was casting a cool glow to the warm frazzled atmosphere through your window and you felt an increasing heat swirl within your stomach. Fuck, he barely touched you and you were wet. It was impossible to not think about him when his hands have been on you, those hands that he got bloody for you. All for you. You never felt this important to anyone before and it was crowding your clear thinking. You shouldn't fall into this dangerous game, it would get you hurt and the two of you were far too smart to let that happen. Stephen was incredibly smart, arrogant and dangerously skilled.

And all of it was making him far too attractive and appealing to be real. Your brain and body couldn't handle it, your fingers had a mind of their own- your hands meandered slowly down your chest to your stomach. You knew it was wrong, but it felt to right. A human can only take so much until they have to indulge in themselves- besides you had been putting it off anyways and at this point you felt like you were about to explode.

A trail of goosebumps formed where your fingers once were. You inched lower and lower, the tips of your fingers tapdancing around the area that required all of your attention. God, you were pulsating at the thought of Stephen whispering the most unhinged, dirty nothings in your ear. You tilted your head back when your fingers finally slid inside you, so fucking easily. Your mind was running rampant, envisioning Stephen's weight on you, feeling you, making you lose it completely.

‘’You want me to make you cum with my fingers?’’

‘’Yes.’’ You breathed. ‘’Please.’’

‘’You've been teasing me on purpose. I should probably hold out on you for doing that to me...but sweetheart, you've been suffering, haven't you?’’

‘’Mhmm.’’ You stifled pathetically. ‘’Stephen, please…’’

Your fingers dug deeper within you, your thumb circling and toying with your clit anticipating a high you've been yearning for. You attmepted to stifle your whines but you couldn't help it, what made it even more risky was that the walls were paper thin.

Stephen was tossing and turning, trying to sleep was now a vain and destitute attempt. His head was buzzing with thoughts that he couldn't seem to be rid of - most of them containing you. Most of them ending in regret of not bending you over, hiking up your dress and giving into his instinctive primal urge of fucking you like an animal. Stephen was very level headed at the best of times but recently with you..he had been. ..messy. He was sure he was losing his mind when he heard a whine coming from the other room- your room. He heard a ‘’yes’’ following with a ‘’please.’’ Stephen opened his eyes slowly and stilled to fully register what he heard. Then he heard a breathless moan of ‘’Stephen, please…’’

His breath halted and he could feel his face drop into a serious expression. He tried to rationalise what he heard but he only came to one true conclusion: you were touching yourself. Fucking yourself with your fingers and pretending it was him. He could practically feel your moans thrum through the air but it wasn't enough. He could just go in there and finish the job for you preferably with his tongue. Jesus, he felt his cock harden with just the idea of his head between your legs, he had been agonising over tasting you. No. No! This was serious, he had to be professional, he had to. If Stephen fell in deep with you he would have no chance of getting out of it. He buried his head in his hands, a war in his mind over what his head wanted and what his heart wanted.

Either way, he wanted to fuck you. Make you cum. Make you cry with how damn good he was making you feel. Stephen wanted to do whatever you wanted him to do and more. He could do it all for you but he had to consider what life would be like after you were done here.

[need-mass]

From the ask thing: 12, 17-18

12. Why do you like gaining?

I am completely fascinated by the sensations of growth, I don’t know why. There is a certain aspect of masculinity I find extremely attractive in fat, bulky men. In women I’m really into soft, round bodies or the skinny but stuffed look. Gaining makes me feel better about my “unconventional” taste, and it makes me feel sexy because I know I look like the men I think are sexy. Plus, like I said at the top, feeling my body grow just fills me with pleasure and awe. 

17. Dirtiest feederism fantasy? 

Oh jeez I’m not sure if my fantasies are super dirty. I recently saw my doctor and she told me I looked really good despite the fact that I’ve gained like 15 pounds in the two months since I last saw her. She told me she’s working on getting a grant for obesity medicine and that like, did something to my brain. I started developing a fantasy of being referred to a doctor for weight loss and instead having them prescribe me medication that increased my appetite and a nutrition plan that would cause me to gain more and more. Every visit I come and get measured, bigger than before, and the doctor acts like it’s normal, or better yet-tells me I’m losing weight like I should be, even as I squirm and tug on my shirt in a futile attempt to cover my ever-ballooning belly. They increase the dosage of the meds, knowing that next month I’ll be another 20lbs heavier and already plotting how to keep me in denial in order to encourage and watch me to continue to grow. I just keep getting fatter and fatter, but when I bring up my concerns, they soothe me by saying it’s a long term process. I’ll tell them my friends have been saying I’m getting bigger, and they’ll tell me that maybe my friends are just surprised or jealous that my weight loss is going so well. Eventually one day I waddle into the office for my check up, fully in denial of how my pants are straining at the seams and how my gut is sticking out of my shirt. The doctor tells me to get on the scale, but it doesn’t go high enough for my new heft. Confused and embarrassed, I try to sit down and my pants button comes flying off as my flannel pops open across my belly. “Oh yes,” the doctor says. “You’ve made excellent progress.” 

I’ve already answered 18 in a previous ask :) thanks for the questions!

[outlanderalien]

Make love through war.

Part 1

Kurotsuchi Mayuri / Kenpachi Zaraki, Kenmayu, Zayuri

Short ficlet, might follow up with a pt2 later down the line...

The unconventional start of a relationship between two ultra violent monsters and their insatiable bloodlust.

CW: Violence, S&M

_____

"S-..Subarashii..." Mayuri gasped as blood flooded his lungs "Your strength.. truly is a marvel to behold.."

Zaraki didn't reply, his gaze fixed on the golden eyes of the man he'd just impaled.

"At a loss for words?" Mayuri smiled "You should be..." He choked back blood "The dose I administered earlier should have incapacitated you entirely..."

He relaxed slightly, letting the weight of his body hang on the sword embedded in him, causing him to let out a shaky gasp that excited Zaraki.

"But, my, my..." Mayuri hummed as he stretched his hand out, placing it on Zaraki's with a half-lidded glance. "Beast that you are..." He pulled the blade deeper into himself "You simply brute forced your way through it..."

Their faces now inches apart, Zaraki's expression was stoney and intense, unmoving as though possessed. Mayuri leaned in closer, examining every detail through half closed eyes, he could feel the brutes hot breath on him.

"Ah, paralysed at last are you.. ?" He almost sounded disappointed "You must be in exquisite agony... But I suppose even a savage like you must have your limits-- Gh-!!"

The blade twisted unexpectedly inside him, rendering him speechless.

"You talk too much." That deep growl made Kurotsuchi shiver.

Zaraki unsheathed the sword from Mayuris anatomy, letting him crumble to the floor. They were both breathing hot and heavy, battered and bloody.

This fighting had been a recurring event ever since their very first battle. Something happened during that time that neither could've anticipated. No matter how much Zaraki mutilated Mayuri, he could never truly kill him, he'd just slink away and regenerate. And no matter how many poisons Mayuri tested on Zaraki, he always found a way to confound Kurotsuchi and his scientific method.

For each it was as though they had found a new toy, one that could never bore them, and one they could never truly break.

As time passed, something in the air changed between them. In the midst of all the stabbing, biting, clawing, mauling, poisoning, mutilating... there was intimacy. It was fierce and erotic, bloody and lustful, agonising and orgasmic.

"Are you gonna regenerate or what." Zaraki grunted.

"My word, you are insatiable." The scientist lay broken on the hard ground, smiling weakly. "I haven't the time to keep playing with you, besides it's going to take a while for me to regenerate after all that." He tutted "Honestly, the pain you've put me through..."

"You feel pain?" Zaraki had always figured that he'd have had those inefficient nerves removed.

"Excruciating~" Mayuri beamed sickly. Many questions Zaraki had were answered with that one reply.

With a sigh, Kenpachi turned to make his leave.

"Oh? Leaving already..?"

"The fight's done."

"and don't you want the spoils of war?"

Kenpachi halted, he knew exactly what he meant, though he wouldn't turn to face him again.

"Such a pain..." Mayuri continued in a playful tone "I'm entirely helpless in this state... One could truly take advantage of me like this~"

"Get a hold of yourself." Zaraki snarled "I don't fuck corpses."

"Ah, just like a savage then. You prefer them kicking and screaming~"

Zaraki didn't dignify that.

Wordlessly he continued his exit, bloodlust still running high, and nowhere to put that energy, nowhere he was prepared to yet anyway.

"Another time, perhaps" Mayuri teased.

Alone, Mayuri lay in his own pooling blood, irritation began to wash over his lust like a bucket of cold water. "Honestly..." He muttered to himself "I have much work to do on those poisons... Truly laughable results..."

He too now had a lot of energy that will go to waste, and coming down from that high left his ego in tatters.

"Ungrateful savage. I don't offer myself to just anyone..." He suddenly felt the crushing embarrassment of rejection all at once, which quickly turned into burning anger.

"I will have to make a very special concoction for that brute..." He began plotting sadistic poisons and traps for their next battle, giddy at the thought of bringing Zaraki to his knees...

...

"That bastard." Zaraki muttered to himself as he returned to the barracks. "Mocking me like that. Sick freak." His mind was still on the visage of Mayuri draped on his sword, moaning indulgently.

He had to stop his mind wandering further. The things he held himself back from doing during that fight... And despite his restraint Mayuri had to go and tease him like that at the end.

"Tch..."

Next time I'll give him what he wants. His mind was still stuck on all the ways he wanted to break Mayuri, and all those shrill whines and moans he makes... I'll give him what he wants alright...

[gildy-locks]

I made a fic with ai. Why is it actually kind of good?? It’s partyvan.

In the winding corridors of Hogwarts, Evan, Peter, and Barty were an inseparable trio. Each with their own quirks, they found solace and love in each other's company.

Evan, with his gentle demeanor and calming presence, was the glue that held them together. He had an innate ability to soothe Peter's insecurities and calm Barty's possessive nature.

Peter, the anxious Gryffindor, found comfort in structure and routine. He meticulously planned their days, afraid that any deviation would lead to their eventual departure.

Barty, the confident Ravenclaw, exuded charisma and charm. He loved his partners fiercely, sometimes to the point of suffocation. His possessiveness stemmed from a fear of losing the ones he held dear.

Their relationship was a delicate balance, constantly teetering on the edge of uncertainty.

As they navigated the complexities of high school life, whispers of their unconventional relationship echoed through the halls of Hogwarts. Some admired their bond, while others whispered behind their backs, casting judgment and doubt.

Despite the scrutiny, Evan, Peter, and Barty remained steadfast in their love for each other. They found sanctuary in their shared moments, away from the prying eyes of their peers.

But beneath the surface, cracks began to form. Peter's insecurities gnawed at him, fueled by the fear of abandonment. No amount of reassurance from Evan or declarations of love from Barty could quell the relentless doubts that plagued his mind.

Barty's possessiveness grew more pronounced, his need to control their relationship suffocating. He struggled to understand Peter's fears, viewing them as a threat to their bond.

Evan, ever the protector, tried desperately to keep them together. He showered Peter with affection, reassuring him of their love. He gently admonished Barty for his overbearing nature, hoping to find a compromise.

But their efforts were in vain as tensions reached a boiling point.

One fateful evening, as they sat huddled together in the Ravenclaw common room, an argument erupted. Words were exchanged, harsh and unforgiving, as years of pent-up emotions spilled forth.

Peter's fears consumed him, his voice trembling as he accused Barty of suffocating their relationship. Barty, in turn, lashed out in frustration, unable to comprehend Peter's insecurities.

Evan stood between them, his heart heavy with sorrow. He pleaded for calm, for understanding, but his words fell on deaf ears.

In the heat of the moment, Peter uttered words he would come to regret. Words borne out of fear and desperation, fueled by the belief that they were better off apart.

The weight of those words hung heavy in the air, a painful reminder of the fragility of their love.

In the days that followed, the trio drifted apart, each consumed by their own demons. Evan retreated into himself, burdened by guilt and sorrow. Peter sought solace in solitude, his heart heavy with regret. And Barty, wounded and broken, struggled to come to terms with the loss of the ones he loved most.

As graduation day dawned, they stood on the cusp of adulthood, their paths diverging in ways they could have never imagined.

But amidst the pain and heartache, there lingered a faint glimmer of hope. A hope that one day, they would find their way back to each other. A hope that love, in all its complexity, would prevail in the end.

[stilettobite]

🥀 information. secret's relationship to her oath.

ANCIENTS (act i). at the beginning of the game, secret is an oath of the ancient's paladin, according to the values of the house of ranne, the house she was adopted into. it suits her well, as much as anything can fit with the murderous nature of her dark urges. it is important to her not to break her oath: besides her name, it is all she has of herself, and she works hard to keep herself in line with the ancients tenets.

but it doesn't suit secret to be an oath of the ancients paladin. her style is more about manipulation, appearing friendly on the surface and making you think she's right to get her way. she can and will manipulate to get what she wants, and the first time this shows against her oath is at moonrise towers, when she unabashedly manipulates the guards to allowing her access to the vat of tadpoles on the dock.

OATHBREAKER (act ii). and she thrives as an oathbreaker paladin, to an extent. a weight is lifted from her chest, she can focus on actually figuring out who and what the fuck she is. she doesn't reclaim her oath from the oathbreaker knight, though she does spend many nights talking to him about the nature of oaths in the first place, and his story on how and why he broke his oath leaves a lasting impression on her. sometimes breaking your oath is the right thing to do. it wasn't, necessarily, at the docks that day.

she spends her time in the shadowcursed lands as an oathbreaker, free of the oath that restricted her actions, but arriving in baldur's gate after defeating ketheric, and learning her violent urges, which are notably separate from her preferred (manipulative and covert) style of moving through her life, are because she's a bhaalspawn, she's scared. she reclaims her oath, because maybe that'll offset bhaal's influence.

ANCIENTS (act iii). she reclaims her oath. it's like a safety blanket, i can be a good person, i can be a good person, i can be a good person, a chanting in the back of her head as she navigates her heritage that would tell her she's fated for murder and death. but when the party get to cazador's palace and thwart his plans for ascension, the right thing to do is let the spawn live. none of that was their fault, and they're people, who deserve the chance that the party had shown astarion he could take with both hands, free of the influence of abuse, to become themselves.

not according to her tenets, though. returning to camp that night, she faced the oathbreaker knight again as she grappled with the now familiar feeling of loss in her chest, over something that now, she had no true interest in reclaiming. not if it meant having the blood of 7007 on her hands (bhaal was not pleased with this, as you can imagine). so she left what no longer served her, and found herself in a new oath.

OATHBREAKER (act iii). after cazador, things start piling up fast, primarily orin's kidnapping of gale, not to mention the fact whatever orin has going on seems to be personal beef. there isn't time for her to spend figuring out what rules she wants to live by when she's ready to throw them all out to save gale and the rest of the sword coast.

DEVOTION (act iii). its not until after she defeats orin, after she rids herself of bhaal entirely, that she's able to spare a moment to self-reflect. her moral compass is... unconventional, still, but all she does is in the name of the people she is travelling with. devotion sits on her chest much more comfortably than keeping order she has no interest in upholding.

[cherimaho]

the way people jump into conclusions about busuhana. it's called 'a bouquet for an ugly girl' because hana herself, has internalised the thought that shes ugly and because of that she thinks shes unworthy of love and empathy. her self esteem is nonexistent and a lot of times she self sabotages because of that combined with her anxiety. it is not a weight loss story, it's not a story about changing herself for her crush, not a body switch, not 'a guy likes her despite her looks', nor does anyone else in the story talk about 'how ugly she is'. it's about an 'unconventional' (whatever that means) girl's journey to self acceptance through love & friendship. it's also very cute & hilarious. 10/10 my favorite kimi ni todoke variant right after skip to loafer