#chat wrote the plot

[stuffeddeer]

The sun won’t rise any sooner | The Apothecary Diaries | Jinshi x reader

Not to say that Jinshi is a night owl — he's in bed every night at the same time and falls asleep with relative ease — but he is not at all a morning person.

In his position, Jinshi isn't awarded the luxury of a late morning, ushered out of bed every day to get ready for what's ahead. Suiren has chastised him time and time again for being slower to get out of bed, for being sluggish going through the morning motions, for being less responsive all together when she or Gaoshun try and make conversation.

He listens, barely, as his plans for the day are read aloud. That's about all he can muster each morning, eyes still closed and head bobbing as he struggles to even do that.

All this to say, he is not a morning person. Waking up Jinshi is something only Suiren is able to muster, this being why the older woman quickly grew nervous upon finding his bed empty one early morning.

Like every other day, Jinshi hadn't responded to her polite knocks nor her warning that she was entering that came shortly after. Suiren had assumed like every other day, the purple haired boy would be sprawled out on his bed, blankets kicked haphazardly in his sleep, unresponsive to the world.

Some days she found herself not wanting to wake him up, knowing his day prior had been long and today was slated to be the same. Jinshi had lots of work all the time and, while staring at such a vulnerable and exhausted Jinshi, Suiren wondered when he'd truly get a day off.

Not that she'd let him sleep it away, anyway.

This morning could've been like that, with Suiren taking her time to rouse Jinshi from his slumber, yet the only thing roused in that moment is her poor heart. The bed was empty, her master nowhere to be found. The windows were shut, the bed was unmade, the doors had been closed when she arrived. Did someone sneak in and take him? Had word gotten out that the young man was not actually a eunuch but secretly— ?!

Gaoshun needed to be informed. Then, guards - Suiren would need palace guards to survey the area, quickly. She'd lose her life for allowing someone of his stature to go missing, though all that crossed her mind was whether or not the poor boy had been harmed.

Gaoshun was just as frantic learning the news, making his way to Jinshi's chambers as though he'd be able to find him any more than Suiren could. And you— 

Suiren should notify you.

Like Jinshi, one might not define you as a morning person, though you've never had trouble getting out of bed once awake. Your job requires you to be up and ready at the time your master begins to start his day and Suiren has never seen you late in doing so. This particular morning, however, you weren't found in the kitchen where Suiren could usually find you. Surely you too weren't...

After receiving no response to her knocks at the door to your chambers, Suiren announces herself before opening the door. Two kidnappings in one night - she and Gaoshun would surely lose their heads. Yet, upon opening the door, all worry left Suiren's body. She doesn't even have time to be mad, flittering away to let Gaoshun know not to contact the palace guards.

You, however, couldn't share her relieved sentiment, trapped on your bed due to a heavy Jinshi collapsed on top.

Once again, you never usually had trouble getting out of bed in the mornings. A glimmer of the sunrise would shine through your windows, a natural alarm reminding you of your duties that lie ahead. Yet this morning was different, your bed feeling warmer and your body feeling heavier; Staying in bed was undeniably the best course of action. The peek of sunshine that you adored so had been seemingly gone, covered by a presence you hadn't welcomed in yourself.

Quite a while passed before you realized it was your employer - and that you were disastrously late to your morning duties. Who are you, however, to try and awaken someone of his prestige? (Plus, you tried to say his name but the man only grumbled and held you tighter.) Today will just have to have a slow morning.

It's true that when Suiren knocked, you didn't reply. Suiren angry was undoubtedly scary but Jinshi was the one who dictated whether or not you kept your job and stayed in his home, so maybe not yelling right by his ear to announce you're awake would be the better option of the two.

Of course, you're beginning to question that as she appears at the door once again, ignoring you entirely as she makes her way to wake up Jinshi. You'll be getting an earful later, that's for sure.

Jinshi is not a morning person. He's never been good at just rolling out of bed and starting the day, no — wake-ups take a little bit longer.

Mornings, especially early ones, always left him longing for a little self indulgence, to curl up for a mere 5 minutes more and shirk his duties for a little longer. Suiren has never allowed him that, of course, and it's been a long, long while since he has asked.

Falling asleep comes rather easily. He works hard in the day and finds himself exhausted come time for sleep, out like a candle shortly after his pretty head touches the soft pillow. Sleeping through the night isn't exactly an issue either; Maybe once every month, likely closer to every other month Jinshi would find himself waking up part way through.

Nothing a breath of fresh air wouldn't solve, lulling him right back to his bed. A glass of water usually did the trick but he'd awoken that night with a seemingly different thirst. Same feeling yet water was the furthest thing on his mind as he languidly slumped his way through the halls.

Thirst for comfort, warmth, companionship? Jinshi forgot what it even was he did the night before until Suiren and you woke him up, needing the power of a crowbar to try and pry the man's strong grip from his warmth-emitting pillow.

Unfamiliar sheets, no soft feather-stuffed pillow under his head and... something soft in his arms. He'd woken up in a bed that isn't his own. This might cause one to stir, worried for their safety and urgently trying to puzzle out where they've woken up, yet Jinshi only tightened his hold and grumbled. Suiren was saying something beside him so he could confidently say he was still in his home.

Eyes cracked open at her nagging attempts to wake him up only to find you on the receiving end of his grip. You..? Wait.

Now is when Jinshi starts to stir, sitting up suddenly and the most awake he's ever been in a morning. This is where he finds you, in a scandalous state of undress, glued to his chest from where his coverings had opened up in his sleep. His face becomes a deep red, voice caught in his throat as his head snaps away, hoping to spare you his gaze in your current state as though that'll make you think him a gentleman.

It's then that Suiren is finally able to coax Jinshi out of your bed, ushering him out so you can properly prepare for the day and make yourself decent.

The sun was gone and the streets were vacant, any lantern lit in the outer palace walls extinguished. Jinshi found himself sitting up in bed, tossing and turning having not worked to bring him back to the peace of slumber he’d been in mere moments before. A small walk to clear his head, surely that’ll be all he needs.

It’s cool, a slight breeze passing by that brushes the purple hair further toward his face. Jinshi’s tired, heavy eyes shut at the feeling, taking it in for a moment. Two moments. If he would fall asleep standing up, surely this would be the time. Alas, he continues his short walk.

In the distance, the sound of boots against the pathway outside faintly registers in the tall man’s brain - a guard following his late night routine. There’s a sense of ease to knowing that nothing could happen without a guard’s knowledge, is that what Jinshi needs to fall back asleep? Maybe he’ll finish his stroll quickly and return to his chambers.

Of course, he’d halted when passing by yours.

Jinshi wasn’t entirely of sound mind. Does that count as an excuse? The man was exhausted, stumbling about in his robes as he walked up to your door. There was no reason for anyone to think you'd be awake for a chat, yet Jinshi peeked in anyway to see you slumbering away on a bed much tinier than his.

Still, the man had walked through the door, silently shutting it behind him. It looked comfy, right? Maybe the smaller size allowed for a cozier sleep. Jinshi barely remembers even thinking this, the next thing he can properly recall is waking up beside you and Suiren dragging him out.

To say Jinshi is mortified would be an understatement. Memories start to flood back, the foggy image of his sleep deprived stupor leading him out of his room and toward the chambers of his favorite employee. He... agh.

At the same time as Gaoshun face palmed, Jinshi's face dropped into his hands with a smack. He'd never live this down.

[batcavescolony]

I hate AI. You wanna see your favorite character say something? Here

Dick Grayson: Hi, Don't use AI to make me say things. I'm literally a fictional character, just think.

Look at that Nightwing himself told you not to! Want another?

Dean Winchester: AI is fuckin' stupid, nothing can fake being a human on my watch.

Wow, amazing!

Support the actual humans in your fandom.

[itstimeforstarwars]

Did I Make Up This Fic's Existence Or Did The Author Delete Or Did The Archive Go Down: a memoir of a long-time fic reader.

[sunsburns]

okay BUT have we considered joaquín torres and reader having been friends for the longest time and they’re still at that mutual pining stage without really being aware they have feelings for each other…. and you’re both invited to some important gala—and then a few guests try to sweet talk you, either for work or otherwise, and joaquín just stands there off to the side. annoyed (not at you—never at you), somewhat frustrated and… confused. you’re just talking to them—even if a guy or two let their eyes linger in places that are hardly appropriate. still, he can’t shake this pit in his gut. and if sam calls him out on it—jealous? jealous of what? he’s just protective of you. definitely.

i HAVE considered. and i have considered to the point i have a mini series in the making 🙁

[mobius-fields]

@shadakai liked for a starter!

The new cuffs were to allow Silver to travel back to the present and future with ease, no longer relying on chaos emeralds. Seemingly flawless, having never failed the hedgehog before. But in the midsts of the last battle against Eggman, Silver had been hit by a beam of energy consisting of three emeralds. Unbeknownst to him, the cuff housing this important mechanic was damaged, the internal workings becoming warped by the powerful attack.

It was not until Silver attempted to travel back to the future that the cuffs malfunctioned, ricocheting the psychic hedgehog violently about the folds of space and time. Panicked and desperate to regain control, Silver tried to use his own telekinesis on the cuffs to guide him back to the future. The act sent him to a future, but not his worlds. Cast into an entirely different universe that was only 30 years into the future.

When Silver came to, he found himself crumpled in an alleyway, the sky above dark under the blanket of night. He held a hand above his aching eyes to lessen the night lights of the buildings and street lights, trying to get his bearings. Wait…was this Station Square? It certainly had that familiar look but at the same time somehow different. A wet line of red suddenly colored his vision, squeezing his eye shut. Lifting a gloved hand above his brow, the sting of scuffed flesh being prodded made the white hedgehog hiss with pain. Musta hit his head with that landing, no wonder the lights were straining.

Walking along the sidewalk, Silver kept alert and observant of his surroundings. Something was off about this place, but he could not put a finger on it. And then, his amber hues fell upon a familiar figure. Black and red quills, there was almost no doubt. “Shadow? Hey! Shadow!” Cupping his hands over his mouth to direct his shout at the hedgehog, Silver began to run towards him. As he approached, the light colored hedgehog was suddenly taken aback.

Shadow…he looked so different? When did he get piercings? Since when did he start wearing more clothes? A sinking weight sank to the pit of Silver’s stomach. What was going on here? Where in the inter dimensions is he?!

[vhstown]

btw how long does it take you guys to write something like a one shot im curious

[tvckerwash]

bros I'm not gonna finish my rare pair week project in time

[masquerading-man]

What if i rewatched all 9 or so seasons of a show that i dont even like that much just to write a deep analysis essay about the transness in it becuase it has one (1) trans character that was revealed to be trans in a very subtle but very canon reveal

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

Chat writes the plot! Time for more 👑🐲🐟 KotD!

🔥🔥 don't forget to reblog tysm! 🔥🔥

~King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 13 (NSFW!)~

It is the shivering that wakes him. Such a small sound, cloth scratching against the stone floor, rasping against itself... and yet something about the tremor niggles at the predator in the back of his mind-

Maul chuckles as he wakes the rest of the way, stretching languidly. There is no back or part to the predator in him. He is all predator, a king of the dragonfish.

Luminous yellow-green eyes land on the source of the shivering, finding a chilled jedi having moved away from the heat of the deformed magma ball the sith had generously provided for warmth.

Fool.

He rises from the floor and sways that way, curving over Kenobi like a vulture, leaning down until he is inches from the man's face. The jedi's whiskers vibrate from his tiny shudders, a lock of his hair wavering as the root of it moves. Maul touches it, eyelids drooping at the softness.

Such a soft, fragile jedi. With little bits of glowing moss still caught in the strands of him.

Maul flutters his claws in the air out, then curls them in, and lifts. His force signature wraps around his prisoner, and raises the man a scant few inches. The sith pushes, and returns Kenobi to the warmth he needs.

As soon as the near-human feels the heat he rolls toward it and settles down. Maul smirks, pleased with his success, and curls up nearby to think.

His thoughts wander, from recalling the strange mood he had been in last night, to pondering how better to jail his captive. The sith is so entrenched in plotting and mulling that he misses it entirely when the useless jedi escapes the dwindling radiance zone of the magma yet again.

Maul doesn't notice until the shivering returns. He hears it start up, and huffs.

“Kenobi~,” he calls, propelling himself closer and calling to the man. The jedi's eyes move under their lids. He is dreaming, far and away, mind disconnected from body. Enough to leave comfort behind, but not so separate that he remains motionless in a safer place.

Ridiculous.

Once again Maul returns his jedi to the place he is meant to be, but this time he pools himself on and around the man. Kenobi sighs in his sleep, melting submissively under the weight of his tail. The sith preens, pleased by this.

He returns to plotting, sometimes idly touching the soft hair of the man's face. Maul finds himself compelled to reach down and pull the jedi's tunics aside, to touch the hair that he knows spreads down his chest… but it seems… Mnh… he will simply wait until Kenobi is awake, and contrive a way to steal his clothing then.

There is no point to clothes down here anyway. They only kept cold, wet things in a state of cold and wet, and that was not what the other man needed to remain hale.

The jedi master shifts in his sleep, like he's trying to move away again, but Maul keeps him pinned. He is allowed to roll in place, but that is all.

All of the sudden Kenobi turns into him, throwing a leg over his hip and snaking an arm around Maul's neck. The sith blinks down at the change. Pale fingers spread out across his chest, smoothing over the nightbrother marks on his right pec.

“Kenobi?” he asks, uncertain. Is he still asleep?

The jedi noses in close, and startles him with a bite on the chin. Maul grabs onto his shoulders, hissing, nipping at his face in return. The other man makes a huff, like the faintest laugh, and bites him again, but it is decently less startling this time, and significantly more... intriguing.

Soft flat teeth get ahold of his chin, bite and pull on the skin, just enough to sting.

Maul's eyes widen. His lips part.

His jaw is released, the trace of pain replaced by a warm tongue.

“Ah,” he says, a bit dazed as fingers start playing gently over the delicate skin of his gills.

This… this is… different. It feels…

Maul reaches for the jedi, tail shifting with pleasant agitation. Hips rock into his, and he moves with them, then presses back. The jedi begins kissing him, down his neck, down his chest. The rocking continues, and the sith notices for the very first time just how the fusion of his new and old forms had resolved the quandary of his cock. He had a length, like a man, that fell from a sheath in his hips, already slick and full.

Maul realizes he is neither like a zabrak nor a dragonfish. He is his own recreation, remade through the darkside into something more.

He laughs, dark and low and oh so pleased, reveling in the jedi grinding himself needfully on Maul's scales. Begging for him with his body.

They roll and Kenobi ends up on top, kissing his skin, mouthing at the tender spots on his chest. Kissing, and kissing, and the sith roils underneath him. Teeth nip and tug at his nipples, creating a sharp pain-pleasure that he hasn't known before.

He holds Kenobi to him, moaning, inviting. Yes yes yes, this was so good. Keeping him, having him…

If he was a king, then perhaps he needed a queen.

Could he remake Kenobi as he had been? Would his tail be pale as his skin, or would the natural tones of a dragonfish paint him black? Would his spots be red? Or ginger like his hair? Blue like his eyes?

Oh. He would be so beautiful.

Those same blue eyes open above him, soft and hazy. Lips run red from their use, pulse quick in his throat. Maul pants, staring up at his jedi with a rising need that ravaged his sanity in it's own wild, freeing way.

They stare at each other, both men struck by their own moment of epiphany.

“Kenobi…” he says, licking his bottom lip, trying to figure out how to ask for more.

More of all of that. He wants to fit them together and-

The jedi yelps, scrambling off and away from him until his back is to the wall.

No! Distance? That would not serve.

“I apologize!” the man swears.

For what, he wonders? This was right.

His eyes drift downward to the jutting proof of it.

The jedi's gaze follows his, widens, and then the man hides from him.

Kenobi clears his throat, face flushed as he presses back into the stone. “That was completely inappropriate, I do apologize. I'm not sure what happened, I was having… ah, pleasant dreams, and then… did you come near me in the night?”

Maul rises on the coils of his tail, and stalks towards his future queen. “I did. You had rolled away from your lava, so I put you back and pinned you down.”

Kenobi retreats as he approaches. Afraid. Yes, the jedi fears what is to come. He does not yet understand that it is good.

It will be so good.

The jedi's hands pat along the floor as he shuffles away.

“Thank you for your consideration then, so sorry for the trouble. Shall we go back to bed? Separately! I mean. You… over there. Me, over here,” the other man rambles, quailing even while he stares at the shine of slickness on Maul's cock. Those blue eyes are riveted to it, his body flushing with need.

He will take such care of his jedi.

Kenobi licks his lips, skittering further away. “Maul…”

The sith smiles, exultant.

“Maul,” the jedi says again, “I just want you to know…”

“Yessss?” he croons, coming ever forward, intractable.

“...that this is not an escape attempt, I am merely in dire need of a bath. Immediately.”

He has no idea what those words mean, until the jedi is dumping himself into the water, giving himself wholesale to the ocean.

The sith laughs wildly, and dives in after. The bubbles clear to reveal Kenobi floating there, treading water with his head and shoulders above the water line. Maul slides through the sea like a knife, under and around, coming up in front of the other man and winding their limbs together again.

“Jediiiii,” he purrs, then steals a proper kiss, mouth to mouth with a thrusting tongue.

Kenobi makes a high pitched whine. It only grows louder when the sith presses close, his tail flowing off between the other man's thighs. They rock, frotting their hips together.

“Mnnnhhh!” one or both of them cry out at the friction.

Maul pulls away to nip at the jedi's chin. “Remove these robes, jedi mine, let me have you. Forgive me my promise not to bite at your neck, and I will suckle marks into your skin, beautiful blooming bruises to complement your lovely eyes.”

“Oh ye gods,” the man whispers dizzily, gripping his shoulders.

“It will so good,” he entices.

Kenobi curls inward, hiding his face in Maul’s neck and stilling the motion of their hips by clenching his legs and core.

“Maul,” he says, like a gasp for air. “No, we… we can't. I can't.”

The dragonfish sith growls softly. No? Why.

“Maul I'm your prisoner, we can't,” the jedi tries to explain, but it doesn't make any sense.

“You want me,” he accuses, frustrated.

Kenobi shudders like the truth is too much to bear.

Maul noses into the side of his neck, and tries to bring him back from this foolishness with kisses. Soft and sweet, as tempting as he can make them.

The jedi's head tilts, just a hair, permission for this much, at least.

Careful of thin hide under his many excellent teeth, the dragonfish sith nibbles his way down the other man's body. He paints the flowers he'd promised into the pale skin beneath the jedi's ear. Gentle, then soothing the ruptures with his tongue.

He slides from neck to chest, biting over the cloth on his way down to stomach, nuzzling the jedi's core where's it's relaxed from his prior tension. Maul finds the jut of him, trapped beneath his pants, and mouths at it under the water. Kenobi's thighs quiver, calves flexing. His fingers dig into Maul's shoulders.

He can taste precum through the cloth as he sucks.

Suddenly the target of his fixation is gone, the body under his hands is further away. The jedi is gone back to the shore, climbing up into the air. Maul scowls and surfaces, only his eyes and horns above the water line as he watches Kenobi retreat.

Sopping wet, the man flops onto his back, chest heaving as he looks over. He remains erect, even still. “You... are a very hard man to say no to.”

The sith swims closer. “And yet,” he snaps through clenched teeth.

to be continued...

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[etapereine]

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[modernsuperhero]

me: i don't think i have religious trauma no

also me: *creates a fictional universe where heaven is a dystopia LITERALLY built from the bones, blood and tears of the angels that live incredibly restricted and monitored lives ignorant of the reality that each of them have a human counterpart "soulmate" they're supposed to be protecting and the consequences of the protagonists discovering this is them being thrown from heaven, nearly dying and ending up heavily traumatized, unsure of how to survive or if they even want to and whether or not they themselves are to blame for their suffering*

[rinhaler]

ive just been editing wusyaname posts for this weekend and when i tell u im hooked on the plot all over again oh my GODDDDD

[kangaracha]

wouldn't expect a lot of queenmaker until ~christmas time, which is not what i would like to say but my body is just telling me to ease up after november and i'm hitting that pre-holiday slump so we're just chillin. we're playing a game for the first time in six months. we're doing a puzzle. my eyes are really blurry rn so i think i'll go to bed.

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 7 day 27

Did more work on whatever this is XD Finally got smrt and color dropped directly from the bajillion and six screenshots I've taken, so Frey's skin, hair, and eyes are accurate now. Sus's hand still needs work/references. I need to go through and screenshots where I don't adjust the saturation in photo mode >.> I tried using the raw image that I edited yesterday, but that looked too... pale? It didn't look right, either way. So I'll keep playing with his coloration until it looks right.

Also I decided I like his grip better with the thumb up further for some reason ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Thank goodness for my non-destructive editing process; that would have been a paaaaaiiiiiiiiiin to fix otherwise.

[byanyan]

when u've been writing the same reply for two days in a row...

[hcppyhotel]

gonna lurk for the time being,, shweepy