#WIPES THE SWEAT FROM MY BROW

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youd think id make animations for one of my more serious blogs like jaimemes or vital-spirit but nooooo the silly rat blog gets the animation

[xhatake]

“tonight is all about you, my love.” there is no occasion. no reason for the flicker of candlelight or the flowers or the incense. iruka doesn’t need one, as he greets his lover at the door, over-eager and none the least bit sparring with his affections. kakashi is hardly through the door of their home and iruka is sliding off his vest, pulling down his mask to get at the oft obscured skin underneath. he’s trying to be romantic, languid and easy in his movements, but iruka can’t completely hide the intensity. how badly he wants him. roughly, yet sweetly, lovingly in it’s entirety ( and these things co-exist complexly but also perfectly at ease within iruka ), he’s guiding kakashi towards the bed room, the bed, and down. “let me take care of you.” something so adoring, yet slightly playful glints in his eye. “can I do that for you, baby?”

when he approaches the door, he catches a whiff of the incense drifting from their apartment. at first he wonders if it is to cover the scent of the ninken, if they had come home particularly foul from whatever they had spent their day doing. kakashi, however, had spent his day in the hokage's office ( his office? he was still getting used to it ). Signing off on mission reports, sorting through potential assignments, rejecting requests young shinobi put in for missions above their pay grade. it was overwhelming to be in such a position of power. Nothing could have prepared him for being in charge of so many lives, it left him with permanent tension between his shoulder blades. Perhaps, from hunching over paperwork all day, every day. he cannot explain the relief that washes over him when he finally turns the knob of their shared apartment, eager to kiss his husband's face at the end of a very long day.

When he walks in his door to candlelight, he pauses. There is a warm pit simmering in his chest as he starts to understand. There is a surprised blush that starts to creep up on his cheeks as Iruka takes him so quickly, showing his passion right away. Kakashi barely remembers to shut the door behind him as Iruka's needy hands begin to roam making quick work of his vest & then his mask. Kakashi cannot help but melt against such an earnest display of need. His shoulders relax as he steals kisses, breathlessly, in between raw testaments of need.

Kakashi's not sure how much time it takes for them to get to their bed, but its too long entirely. Iruka's hand finds a place on kakashi's chest ( right over his heart, betraying the way it flutters helplessly in his ribcage. ) He crawls on top of Kakashi in such a fluid, careful motion, his voice so dear, so wicked in his ear. This is what squeezes the last bit of air from Kakashi's now aching lungs. Despite his best efforts, he could not help but love the flustered burn. There was something gratifying about trusting Iruka so deeply, about trusting his body with someone who knows how careful to be with it. He offers a nod, helpless against such a sweet promise. It takes him a long moment to find his words, realizing that Iruka was waiting for him to speak. He feels a defenseless laugh rise with his next breath, finding entertainment in the way Iruka is able to make him melt.

" Of course... " he spits the answer out quickly, sounding more excited than he wanted to betray. The pet name made every racing thought evacuate his mind. He looks off to the side, trying to find a spot on the wall to focus on. He feels his heart begin to beat faster. The heart that Iruka could still feel beneath the palm of his hand, the hand that was trained specifically to be able to recognize such things. There was no hiding anything from him, was there? Not that Kakashi minded too terribly... when Iruka takes his chin between Kakashi's thumb & index finger to meet his gaze, Kakashi forces his brain to work somehow, " Yes, please. That's -- that sounds good."

( It was not just an affirmation, the words teetering on the edge of a plea. )

Iruka had an addictive way of knowing precisely what Kakashi needed, in both an emotional & physical sense. When their lips meet again, Iruka is terribly gentle with him. Kakashi aches for more, chasing the kiss with fervor but Iruka pushes him back down, firmer this time.

"Let me do this for you, " he says, impossibly kind, despite an underlying power to the command. It was something he had come to expect from Iruka, though he knows there is another side to his husband. the side of him that held his hips in place when he began to shift, using it as a chance to hook his fingers in the waistline of Kakashi's pants. He throws them aside quickly & uses it as a chance to make quick work of his shirt as well. Kakashi chases him once again, trying to sit up. He needs somewhere to put his hands. preferably on Iruka, who seems to have other plans.

They are emphasized when he takes Kakashi's wrists ( connected to hands that were inching beneath iruka's shirt, needing to get his hands on the skin beneath ), pinning him back in place. Kakashi almost whimpers, which he thinks his husband may have taken as a blessing. He tries to shift again but Iruka is back on top of him now, horribly clothed legs keeping the exposed skin of Kakashi's thighs firmly in place. If Kakashi really wanted, he could break away. He knows this. But he aches for this control Iruka exercises over his trust, the way he knows how to draw the need from every aspect of Kakashi's being.

An almost-whimper is cut off when Iruka starts kissing Kakashi again, elsewhere. On his neck, his collarbone, and the scarred tops of his shoulders. In fact, Iruka takes an extra moment to linger every time his lips grace a scar. He was, perhaps, the only person in the village who knew the entirety of his scars. Kakashi had shared many stories with his husband about the life he had led, not all of them pleasant. Iruka loves them, nonetheless.

But there is something beautiful about how carefully he kisses the scars beneath Kakashi's chest, a testament to the body he had so carefully cultivated. The body he had chosen to share with Iruka for the rest of his life. He is, perhaps, one of the only people who could appreciate what it had taken for Kakashi to find peace in his own skin & mind. Another whimper spills from his lips, the sincerity of the sound causing Kakashi to cover his flushed face. He wants to hate when Iruka stops what he's doing to ( very gently ) guide the hands away. Iruka is perfectly patient when he speaks despite the way Kakashi feels like he'll burst.

" I want to see this, I want to see you, " he says & Kakashi's heart finally stops. The words are like lightning through his body, his mind, his soul. He can't help but bury his hand in Iruka's loose hair at the base of his skull ( the rest of it is tied into a bun, though there are several strands falling by now. ) he had to kiss him right now or Kakashi was sure he would crawl out of skin. He was not a patient man & Iruka was testing his limited reserves. When Iruka's lips crash against his, trying to pull Iruka closer yet.

They stay embraced like this, exchanging breathless testaments of love, passion. Kakashi is eager to finally get his hands on Iruka, desperate for his free hand to grace Iruka's sides, grabbing a fistful of his husband's shirt. How terrible that he was still wearing it. He tries to take the liberty of removing it once more but Iruka forces their lips apart ( reluctantly ), smirking at Kakashi's impending eagerness. He sits back up, shifting so his knee was in between Kakashi's legs. It's here that needy hands freeze as Iruka places them gently back on Kakashi's chest.

There is a power he wields, gazing over Kakashi, illuminated in perfect candlelight. He hooks Kakashi's chin beneath his finger, guiding him to sit up to meet his lips again. Which Kakashi does, with sincerity. But he takes this as a moment to dip his head into the crook of Iruka's neck, sinking sharp teeth into the slender flesh. It's the first time he breaks, letting out a groan of his own. He bites hard holding on as Iruka pulls his hair just as hard, making it impossible to breathe, think, be. What happens next is a blur of passion.

Iruka shoves Kakashi back down with a strength he rarely had the chance to display. Kakashi can't help but smirk when Iruka goes back to kissing his body, nibbling, touching, until... Yes, there, right there. Iruka knows precisely where to touch when his hand inches beneath the waistband of Kakashi's legs. He thrashes against the familiar feeling, the first time Iruka has allowed him to move his hips. He seems to delight in how he makes Kakashi squirm, who makes an active effort to keep his hands from covering his face. He's not sure when Iruka ended up between his legs, but Kakashi is quick to occupy himself with a fistful of Iruka's hair. It happens impossibly fast but too slow entirely, the way heat pools in the pit of his stomach. Iruka keeps Kakashi's thighs in place, but Kakashi's spine stretches ( cracking between his shoulders ) when he throws his head back to cry out Iruka's name. If Iruka wanted to see him, he would be seen. He would be seen with shaking legs, his body finally giving into the power of Iruka's bodily expertise.

The romance of it all, the perfection in how Iruka loved him. It was overwhelming. He feels fresh, alive, exposed. It takes him a moment to stop his mind & body from reeling. he's breathing too hard, flat against the bed. When he finally catches a breath, it's half a sob. Then the next one is. He's not sure why he's crying, he can't pinpoint it right away but Iruka is quick to stop. He crawls beside Kakashi, placing a hand on the side of his neck & offering a worried kiss on the temple," What's wrong? "

The sincerity in Iruka's voice makes something abundantly clear. Kakashi was thankful. Not only because his husband was good at what he did, but also because his husband loved him. He knew Kakashi inside & out, anticipating a terrible buildup of feelings & stress in Kakashi's body. He had taken the time, the energy, the love to care for him so earnestly] He was far luckier than he deserved to be. He can't get a word out at first, instead opting to hold him. Iruka's skin is warm in Kakashi's tight grasp on his body. Iruka shifts closer, gentler, as he places a hand on Kakashi's back. He's careful, waiting for Kakashi to let his emotions out. Crying tonight isn't the first time this has happened & it surely won't be the last. It was always overwhelming for Kakashi to face how much he needed Iruka. How their hearts beat in tandem, how lonely it would sound if his heart were to beat on it's own.

Iruka is patient, the candlelight emphasizing the warmth in his gaze. It takes Kakashi longer than he would like to meet it, but he is thankful when he does. Iruka kisses the corner of his very wet eye, a gesture of comfort. Kakashi sighs against his skin, finally loosening his grip on his husband. He takes Iruka's hand, placing a kiss on his knuckles. The candlelight catches the band in perfect romance & Kakashi can't help but laugh, despite the way his eyes still burned. This is what he always dreamed of, Iruka was who he'd always dreamed of.

" Nothing's wrong... " Kakashi's voice gets very small, smaller than he feels. His lungs still burn but the smile on his face reflects the light he see's in Iruka, " I never ever thought I could ever know someone like you. Or that I'd have the privilege of loving you. "

[asfodeltide]

[astystole]

so, a vengeful heart-eater and an all-seeing witch walk into a bar wearing @sentate's spite collection...

[glimborgus]

quick n rough sketches of joker from fighter’s destiny

[nostalgia-tblr]

fancy thinking jewels and gowns don't work as symbols of authority. imagine not making the link between wealth and power. couldn't be me. couldn't be any number of monarchs displaying their authority on their bodies. look at this absurdly expensive frock my wife is wearing. it's worth as much as your house. kneel, peasant, and kiss the hem of her luxurious garment. you're lucky, the next sumptuary laws will ban you from being in the same room as crimson silk.

[yuelun]

This will one day be a much larger post (I've already started working on it) as thoughts and details settle, but I wanted to make some quick notes (who am I kidding, this won't be a short post) here so that you guys know where my thoughts are. Just as I personally also ascribe (though I do not assume people to do the same, of course!) to the theory of ZL being a Sun-King (and potential brother to) alongside King Deshret and then Remus and/or Decarabian for numerous reasons after personally researching it myself, I also am being faced with too many coincidences when it comes to Guizhong possibly being one of the three moon sisters (or at the very least, a Seelie), who I believe to be part of a 'Seven' alongside the aforementioned four Sun-kings. Which, if the returning and reinforced leaks of Guizhong's likelihood of playability is to even be roughly taken as a possibility, then there needs to be reason for it. There's a popular theory that the Moon Sisters were shades of the Primordial One alongside Istaroth, if that is true, there may be reason in there to bring her back (even for the Tsaritsa), considering I feel like a big endgame next to the arc of Khaenri'ah, is/will be a faceoff with Celestia. Any way, this is a little incoherent, but let me put down a little list of things I want to touch on, but just can't write the full post of yet. These are just my little (ha!) thoughts.

Edit: Nevermind, it got long, it's very long, but if you like your lore and you're interested in knowing how looney deep I went with this, keep on reading! I will however, be making more parts to this as I continue on and gather lore bits. I also like documenting my journey of meta, so I can see what I thought six months prior, you know? Enjoy!

The Chasm. I'll forever stay stuck on how this part of the 'Stories of Remote Antiquity' OST plays during Guizhong's death scene. Our beloved Hoyoverse doesn't do anything by coincidence, they never once have. If they wanted to do something tragic, there are other Liyue OSTs out there that will punch you in the gut equally as much if not more. But this? This is oddly intentional. Ever since, I've been trying to figure out any potential ties to it, and with the Chenyu Vale theory out and about, claiming Guizhong to be the unnamed god (female and ever kind) that the three adepti served, another tie may be created through the fact that the people from Chenyu Vale originate from the Chasm (there's numerous tidbits as to why people tie her to Chenyu; I'd suggest the video, it's easier for now!). I also think, on some level, that if she is tied to the origins of the Chasm in some way, that it was her "descension" (or 'fall') that led to its unique creation. I don't know how the dots connect, but I've identified the dots, kind of, maybe.

The insane references to the night/moon. Her color scheme, the night sky in her sleeves, and the fact that she is inherently tied to the Glaze Lilies (which are known to bloom only at night). Furthermore, if you recognize and/or adhere to the fact that the Rite of Parting does not contain ingredients that befit Rex Lapis but instead seem to very much align with her, then there's also the Noctilucous Jade (I literally just realized that it's jade) which is known to glow at night. And then there's her inventions, which are all golden and sun-like in color scheme and I think of that line of lore about the Moon Sisters: "These three luminous moons shared but one love, the stars of daybreak." Daybreak, gold, golden, light, the sun. I'm losing my mind as I'm typing this. Any way, I digress, Noctilucous Jade is found underground, in caverns and more specifically, is rather abundant in the Chasm (my dearly detested). I've accepted that I just have an affinity to characters who seem to have either a direct or indirect tie to this place. I'll never escape it, I'll become one of its victims. /breathes, let me move onto the next point.

The Glaze Lilies. Now, while we know the Goddess of Flowers isn't a Moon Sister (this'll get tied in, I promise, please try to follow me here), the fact that she is a Seelie is important enough, for the three Moon Sisters were said to have lived alongside the race of the Seelies. This might mean some shared traits. Now even Seelies are noted to have an intricate tie to the moon, and a thing that the Goddess of Flowers was known for, was that when she danced, Padisarah flowers bloomed under her feet. 'But Sae, the Glaze Lilies didn't bloom when Guizhong danced', no no, I'll get there. It was specifically when she danced, or was around them. What I'm doing is tying these flowers to her more specifically, which is further enforced by the fact that after the Goddess of Flowers died, the Padisarahs dwindled in number until they became fully extinct. The ones you see today are not the real ones, they are replications created by Rukkhadevata herself in memory of her former friend. I note this, because a similar thing has occurred to the Glaze Lilies. In the aftermath of Guizhong's death, the Glaze Lilies that once populated the Guili Plains and Dihua Marsh have dwindled into extinction, and the only reason why they are found in Liyue today in some capacity, is because of Morax' direct influence (last few lines; and yes, I'm aware this is 'unreleased canon' at present, but none in this contradicts our current lore in any way, so I bear no qualms in making even loose use of it), but this seems to also insinuate that the Glaze Lilies that we see today, are not the real ones. So in essence, when the moment of the departure/death of the Goddess of Flowers came about, a specific flower associated with her came to perish as well. Is it a concept of, if the creator (one tied so intricately to the moon) is gone, do her creations wither away much in the same way? Now to mention one final thing, is the flower that most closely resembles the Glaze Lily: the Nilotpala Lotus. Not only do they share a color palette and very similar design, they share the peculiar behavior of blooming only at night, when subjected to the light of the moon itself. Now the most important thing to note here, is that the Nilotpala Lotuses were literally created and bloomed when the Moon Sisters stepped foot into Teyvat. One could, in essence, see the two flowers as 'lunar flowers'. Listen, I've never quite liked coincidences.

Dust. Now, this is a little more of a 'loose' connection and also me slightly rambling about something else that intrigues me to the moon and back (no pun intended), but it has my mind going insane nonetheless. Also, the very end is a reach, I'm aware, we know next to nothing about the Shades. Any way, Guizhong is inherently tied to two things: dust and alchemy. And these two become even more important when combined. Now, you'll have to strap in and wait for the little 'tie-in' at the end, because this can take a little bit. Her God name is 'Haagentus', which stems from Haagenti, one of the demons from the Ars Goetia. Within demonology, Haagenti is firmly tied to alchemy and transmutation, and while I'm not going to focus too much on specifics outside of the game, it is noted that 'he makes men wise by instructing them in every subject, transmutes all metals into gold, and changes wine into water and water into wine.' Sound fitting enough already, no? Now, outside of her name, let me hone in on some really clear alchemy references that you can find on and around her person. When you look at her design, Guizhong has numerous accessories that seem to be very closely resembling alchemy keys or symbols of some kind (this is not my area of expertise, but I will make it so if need be after this post, unless someone recognizes these symbols), primarily the 'pin' that holds the main portion of her hair back, a tattoo on her upper back, the 'petals' on her sleeves, and what has me most intrigued are the following two things: the symbols actively floating around her (and for clarity, see her cutscene, timestamped, shows them to be animated and coming from her and not the Cleansing Bell), and her anklet in a similar shape (which also seems to be a unique design in Genshin so far). Now, with alchemy established, let me hound on something that ties dust into alchemy, and what it means within Teyvat. Yes, I'm going to touch on its importance within the Art of Khemia, an advanced form of alchemy that is said to have been closely tied to Khaenri'ah (and might I note: Guizhong is noted to have numerous Ruin Guards, Khaenri'an technology, in her domain roughly 2000 years before they ever reached the surface of Teyvat's). Any way, this is where I need to touch on Albedo's character details, specifically the following:

"The universe is heaven reversed, and the earth is a dream lost to time. This is dust, the most basic form of complex life." As if to provide evidence for this claim, Albedo lifted the burnt ash of the flower that once grew atop a Dendro Slime's head. Seconds later, a Cecilia sprouted forth from the ash in his hand. "And this... is new birth."

And then from the caption in Collected Miscellany - "Albedo: Kreideprinz":

"Soil and chalk, the universe and earth, pure dust and the birth of human life... There is no mistaking it."

A little tie to the creation of life, interesting, indeed. Alright, now while it's not canon by any means, it is a popular enough theory that the Moon Sisters were three (out of four) of the Primordial One's Shades. And one of them is noted to have been in part responsible for the creation of life. Now I'm not tying this Shade into Guizhong, but I'm simply drawing the potential importance of her title of 'God of Dust' into the equation, or simply to reiterate the importance of dust within the existence of Teyvat as a whole as it stands today. And what it might mean if she was indeed, a Moon Sister (to tie into this, the 'Sun-Kings' are also firmly tied to the creation of life; I believe most of this 'generation' of gods would be). Anyway, continuing!

Now, there is a reference (which I do have to note is a legend and nothing more, but we'll take it to heart) that tells me that it's certain that at least two Moon Sisters are 'confirmed' dead, by account of there being only one moon left in Teyvat's sky, instead of three. The legend notes that two 'shattered into dust' (hello, dust) and subsequently disappeared which seems to be indicative of their death, and one secluded herself within the Lunar Palace and was never seen again. Now the tale of legends recounts that the moon we still see is tied to the corpse of a Moon Sister, but how has that one endured when the other two have not? There are no remains of the other two, why not? Unless the third Moon Sister didn't actually die, or 'fully' die. Bear with me, this is where it gets very hypothetical, but it makes enough sense in my head, I'm mostly just having issues putting all of this into proper words. The reference given above is from Moonpiercer, an Aranara weapon. These little green friends had seen the Moon Sisters descend into Teyvat multiple times (we know this, due to the much earlier referenced blooming of the Nilotpala Lotuses), and at one point no longer saw them come down. Whatever 'calamity' occurred during which the Moon Sisters were said to have died, the Aranara reference that they died, and noted the way in which they perished, but unless this information was given to them by the envoys between Teyvat and Celestia, the Seelies, this would have consisted of pure speculation and assumption. After all, everything returns to dust, even deities such as the Moon Sisters. What if that's exactly what happened with the third Moon Sister? What if her death never occurred, or, what if the death was more symbolical in a sense of, she strayed from that level of divinity, what if she fell from the Lunar Palace and landed in... the Chasm? The place that is said to have been created by a large impact to its region, and later on also was the location of the fall of the Solar Chariot?

In essence, yes, I'm making the argument that Haagentus might just be this specific Moon Sister. 'But Sae, she's dead now, isn't she?' Yes, but look at the condition that she's in upon her death: she is encased in stone, fully petrified (and who is the only one we know to wield such power?), and even the dust that abandoned her, is encased overhead (again, a power we see Zhongli wield during the final cutscene in Perilous Trail without barely lifting a finger). What if the only reason that the final moon has not gone out and dark over Teyvat, is because her remains have been tied to the lands by Zhongli himself, who if you ascribe to the theory of Sun-King Zhongli, has even more reason to not let her go?

/munches on a cookie as a little reward for myself for managing to finish all of this semi-coherently, and gives you a cookie for having gotten through all of this.

[decayedraven]

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[honeyedknife]

cw genderswap

some wlw wangxians i made for a server exchange event!

[centralpark1981]

this picture of jerma………

[arcadianambivalence]

Les Mis Letters - 1.3.1 - The Year 1817

It’s the chapter that feels like the literary equivalent of “We Didn’t Start the Fire,” so I thought the best summary would be through song…

Restoration, monarchy, and the French Academy  The third book of Les Miserables starts with context  From gibbet to the guillotine, headlines lay the scene  Of 1817 and all that will come next.

Mathurin Bruneau (Not a Louis? Gotta go!)  Berri for Sicily fell, Brugiere is a hot sell  Napoleon is turning green; Louis, Number Eighteen  Picard at the Odeon until the curtain fell.

It’s book three of the novel  We just met Valjean, and now we’re moving on  It’s book three of the novel  Until we meet Fantine, it’s 1817.

Abbé Louis: Finance; Talleyran: Chambellan  Pellegrini, Bigottini, Potier, applause  Lord Byron, Saint-Simon, David d'Angers rock on!  Selves to Egypt goes, Colonel to Pasha.

Madame Saqui goes on tour; Prussians from the last war  Cardinal Fesch won’t give up yet, (a Bonaparte, I’ll bet)  Felicite de La Minais, another Bossuet  Fabvier in Lyon, Civil Code is going strong.

It’s book three of the novel  We just met Valjean, and now we’re moving on  It’s book three of the novel  Until we meet Fantine, it’s 1817.

Divorce gets the sack, Catholic church is coming back  Hotel de Cluny, La Harpe and Thermes  Riverside Conspiracy, Black Pin goes free  Cafe Lembin has their champ, Valois in the Bourbon camp.

Elba to St. Helena, everyone is telling ya  The Meduse quite a mess, Gericault a success  Steamboat (useless thing), fossils and piety  French Academy theme: Happy when you study.

It’s book three of the novel  We just met Valjean, and now we’re moving on  It’s book three of the novel  Until we meet Fantine, it’s 1817.

Paer plays L’Agnese for the Duke of Orleans  Loyson getting old, envy grows bold  Charles Dauton lost his head, Ourika is being read  Blue ribbons, big hems, powdered wigs are out again  Austerlitz is being changed, government is rearranged  Getting over awful weather in our new morocco leather!

No divorce, you’re stuck with me; traitors land on their feet  General Bourmont, Bonapartist? (or not?)  Pierre-Paul Royer-Collard wants baser to stay small  Gregoire wants in parliament, can’t the man just take a hint?

Two years from the Hundred Days, a few years from the new craze. Flotsam floats confusedly, pell-mell through history Parisians now take the stage, arranging a fine game. Where’s Valjean? Who’s Fantine? Someone say before I scream!

It’s book three of the novel We just met Valjean, and now we’re moving on It’s book three of the novel Back to Jean Valjean As Victor Hugo tangents on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on…

…

A big thanks to The Siècle Podcast’s research that made this random idea possible:

http://thesiecle.com/supplemental11/

[jrueships]

.... oh really now 🤨 ? .... show me 😼.

[basketoreblogs]

hey man sorry i cant go out my schedule is pretty packed today

[poisonous-transmissions]

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. Evil boops begone!!!! . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

May Miku bless you and keep you; May Miku make her face shine upon you and be gracious to you; May Miku turn her face toward you and give you peace from Evil Boops.

(I also did a little prayer at my altar while cleansing my own phone!)

~ @heavensentofficial

thanks. i hope im safe from their evil now

[cinematicnomad]

the pre-credits scene in every episode of house is just the writers showing off how many times they can fake you out into thinking someone is going to be the patient

[ritterdoodles]

Art trade with @septhuitneufdix who asked for our pirate OCs looking cute together~ 🤗💖