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kathaelipwse · 2 months ago

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Written in the Pages || C.San

Pairing: Choi San × You (F!Reader)

Word Count: 4008 words ; Reading time: 15-ish mins

Synopsis: You never expected your novel to take over the world—or for readers to realize that your male lead looked exactly like Choi San. The internet was on fire, and when Netflix proposed a live adaptation, you jokingly suggested his name. Except he agreed. Now, standing across from him on set, lines blurring between fiction and reality, you can’t help but wonder—was your love story already written in the pages?

Author’s Note: This idea spiraled out of control, and I regret nothing! 🖤 A mix of tension, slow-burn romance, and the classic “Are we acting, or is this real?” trope. Hope you love the chaos as much as I do! Request's are open!!

The world knew you as Y/N, a name whispered in hushed tones everywhere midst the readers who loved a fusion of dark and fluff romance, a dark promise on the lips of those who dared to delve into the depths of your narratives.

Your novels, especially "Shattered Heart," were not mere romances; they were intricate labyrinths of the human psyche, meticulously crafted explorations into the darkest corners where love bloomed amidst decay and obsession. Readers were ensnared, captivated by the twisted dance of Ravenna Skye and Lee Renji , their story a haunting melody of desire and destruction, a symphony of obsession played on the strings of broken hearts.

Ravenna, a woman sculpted from sharp edges and hidden scars, a survivor with eyes that held the ghosts of past traumas, captivated them. She was a paradox, both fragile and formidable, a woman who demanded submission and offered a dangerous kind of salvation, a siren luring them into the depths of a twisted devotion.

Renji, the predator cloaked in charm, a man whose love was a suffocating embrace, a possessive force that promised both ecstasy and ruin, became an obsession, a dark idol worshipped in the shadows of the internet. His description, however, was where the unease began to fester, a creeping dread that seeped into the collective consciousness.

Broad shoulders that hinted at a capacity for violence, a subtle tension that promised a storm, a devastatingly charming smile that masked predatory intent, a calculated allure that ensnared the unwary, sharp yet haunting features that held unspoken threats, a silent promise of pain. And hands… hands that could both caress and crush, leaving marks that were both tender and brutal, a physical manifestation of his dual nature.

"He's him," a post on a hidden forum whispered, a digital echo in the darkness, a chilling revelation that spread like a virus, followed by a meticulously compiled, chillingly detailed comparison of Renji's physical and psychological traits to those of Choi San, the idol whose public persona was a carefully curated mask, a facade that hid something far more complex, far more dangerous, a hidden darkness that resonated with the shadows within Renji.

Screenshots of San's piercing gaze, a look that seemed to penetrate the soul, were juxtaposed with passages from "Shattered Heart," highlighting Renji's possessive tendencies, the subtle manipulation, the psychological games, and the undercurrent of barely restrained rage, the silent promise of violence beneath the veneer of charm.

"Did she know?" the question slithered through the online shadows, a venomous serpent seeking its prey, a chilling accusation that hung in the digital air. "Is this a confession, a warning, or a twisted game of control, a psychological experiment played out on the public stage?"

The online world, usually a place of playful speculation, was now steeped in a chilling unease, a pervasive sense of dread that permeated every forum, every comment section. They dissected every word, every nuance, searching for hidden meanings in the darkness of your prose, seeking the truth behind the carefully crafted fiction.

The speculation escalated, reaching a fever pitch, a crescendo of online anxiety, when you, the enigmatic author, finally emerged from your self-imposed exile for an interview. The world watched, drawn in by your unsettling beauty, a fragile, yet strong with eyes that held the weight of untold secrets, a haunted allure that mirrored Ravenna's own, a dark elegance that hinted at a hidden strength, and a knowledge that seemed to transcend the ordinary, a silent understanding of the darkness that lurked within the human heart.

"Renji is a fiction," you stated, your voice a low, melodic whisper, a silken thread of sound that held a chilling undercurrent, a subtle tremor that hinted at hidden depths, yet a flicker of something dark and knowing in your eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the shadows that lurked beneath the surface, a recognition of the primal desires that fueled both love and obsession. "He is a reflection of the shadows that reside within us all, the desires we dare not speak, the darkness we try to deny, the monsters we keep chained within our souls."

But the universe, it seemed, had a taste for the macabre, a perverse fascination with the twisted narratives you wove, a dark curiosity that mirrored the obsession of your readers. TikTok became a breeding ground for fan edits, each one a disturbing exploration of Renji's obsession, a visual representation of the psychological torment, the subtle manipulation, and San's potential for darkness, a chilling reminder of the thin line between adoration and obsession, a stark warning of the dangers that lurked beneath the surface of idealized love.

Livestreams were invaded by comments, their tone shifting from curiosity to dread, a growing sense of fear that the fictional world was bleeding into reality, that the darkness you crafted was seeping into their own. Even San's broadcasts were not immune, the playful banter replaced by an unsettling silence, a palpable tension that hung in the air.

He read a particularly unsettling comment aloud, his playful facade cracking, revealing a flicker of unease, a glimpse of the fear that was slowly consuming him. "San, you are Renji."

He scrolled through the images, his amusement turning to a cold unease, a creeping dread that settled in his bones, a chilling awareness of the darkness that lurked within the carefully constructed persona. He recognized the details, the subtle hints of darkness, the almost predatory intensity, the unsettling familiarity of Renji's possessiveness which he could possibly inact if needed.

A sense of dread washed over him, a feeling that Renji wasn't just a character, but a dark reflection of something within himself, a hidden darkness that he had never dared to acknowledge, a primal instinct that resonated with the twisted desires of the fictional character. The seed of doubt, planted by a thousand online whispers, began to bloom into a chilling realization, a terrifying echo of fear, a dark understanding that the line between fiction and reality was blurring, and that he was standing on the precipice of something dangerous.

The digital tremors from the online earthquake, a seismic shift in the perception of your work, had barely subsided when the call came. Netflix, drawn by the raw, visceral energy of "Shattered Heart," wanted to adapt it into a live-action series. A global project, they called it, promising to bring the dark romance to life with unflinching intensity, to translate the shadows you'd painted onto the screen. The news, usually a cause for celebration, hung heavy in the air, a dark promise of what was to come, a premonition of the chaos you were about to unleash.

During the initial casting discussions, amidst the hushed tones and the careful consideration of actors, a question was posed, a loaded inquiry that carried the weight of unspoken expectations: "Do you have anyone in mind for Renji?"

The name slipped from your lips, unbidden, a dark echo of the online whispers, a dangerous gamble that felt both reckless and inevitable: "Choi San."

The silence that followed was thick, heavy with unspoken questions, disbelief, and a flicker of something akin to fear. San, the idol, the performer, the man whose face had become synonymous with Renji’s darkness, whose public persona was a carefully crafted enigma. It was a bold, almost reckless suggestion, a gamble that could shatter everything, or ignite a firestorm of obsession.

The news exploded, a digital wildfire that consumed the internet, spreading through forums and social media like a plague. Fan theories, already fervent, reached a fever pitch, spiraling into darker territories. The possibility of San embodying Renji, the predator, the obsessive lover, was both thrilling and terrifying, a dangerous dance on the edge of obsession, a blurred line between fantasy and reality.

You had expected a refusal. A polite, diplomatic decline. After all, he was a K-pop idol, not an actor. The role of Renji demanded a level of emotional complexity, a willingness to delve into the darkest corners of the human psyche, to explore the shadows of obsession and control, that seemed far removed from the polished perfection of idol life. You had imagined a carefully worded statement from his agency, citing scheduling conflicts or creative differences.

Instead, a meeting was scheduled. You found yourself face-to-face with him, in a sterile conference room, the tension palpable, a silent battleground where unspoken desires and hidden fears collided. And goddamn, the internet was right. He fit the role like a glove. The captivating charm, the underlying intensity, the almost predatory gaze—it was all there, a chilling echo of Renji, a reflection of the darkness you had conjured. Cute yet lethal, charming yet mysterious, an effortless embodiment of the shadows you had written, a dangerous mirror of your creation.

"I won't be playing Ravenna," you declared, your voice steady, though a tremor ran through you, a subtle vibration of unease that betrayed your carefully constructed composure. "I'm not an actress." The thought of stepping into Ravenna’s shoes, of embodying her pain, her resilience, her dangerous allure, was a daunting, almost terrifying prospect, a leap into the abyss of your own creation.

San leaned forward, his eyes locking with yours, a smirk playing on his lips, a playful yet dangerous glint in his gaze that sent a shiver down your spine. "Then who will? The fans won't settle for anyone else. They see you as Ravenna. They see us," he emphasized the "us," a subtle provocation, a dangerous acknowledgment of the connection the fans perceived. "They've already written the script in their heads, haven't they? They see the sparks."

You sighed, the weight of the situation pressing down on you, the pressure from the fans and the intensity of his gaze. "I've never acted. It'll take too many retakes—I'll just waste everyone's time. You’re a professional. I’d just slow everything down." The vulnerability you rarely showed, the fear of inadequacy, crept into your voice, a crack in your carefully constructed facade.

"Then learn," he shrugged, his gaze unwavering, intense, a silent challenge that dared you to step into the darkness. "Life is about learning, isn't it? About facing the darkness, about embracing the shadows."

There was something in the way he said it, a dark resonance that hinted at a shared understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the darkness that lurked beneath the surface, a dangerous curiosity that mirrored your own. Something that made your pulse unsteady, that sent a strange, unsettling thrill through you, a forbidden excitement that you couldn't deny.

Against your better judgment, against the warnings echoing in your mind, you agreed. A contract was signed, not just for a series, but for something far more dangerous, a pact with the shadows, a dangerous game played on the edge of reality. The series, and this strange, intense connection with San, was about to begin, a dangerous dance into the darkness, a journey into the heart of your own creation.

Filming began, a whirlwind of controlled chaos, a meticulously crafted descent into the shadows. The set became a liminal space, a world between fiction and reality, where the shadows you had written took on flesh and blood, where the lines of reality began to blur and twist. And within that chaos, San moved with an unsettling grace, an effortless embodiment of Renji. The predatory charm, the simmering intensity, the way he could switch from playful to dangerous in a heartbeat—it was both captivating and terrifying, a dangerous dance on the edge of obsession, a performance that felt too real.

You, on the other hand, were thrown into the deep end, forced to confront the vulnerability you usually kept locked away, protected by the armor of your words. Acting was a different beast entirely, a raw exposure of emotions you typically channeled into your writing, a stripping away of the carefully constructed walls. The camera's unblinking eye felt like it was stripping away your carefully constructed defenses, exposing the raw emotions you usually poured into your characters, a terrifying intimacy.

But San became an unexpected anchor in that storm, a dark guide through the chaos, a constant presence that both comforted and unsettled you.

"You look like you're about to run," San observed during a break, his gaze studying your tense posture.

"I feel like I'm about to," you admitted, a wry smile playing on your lips. "This is… intense."

"Intense is what we do," he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. "Embrace the chaos, Y/N. It's where the magic happens."

In the quiet moments between takes, a strange camaraderie blossomed, a silent understanding that transcended words, a shared language of unspoken desires. You were comfortable in shared silences, finding an odd peace in the chaos, a fragile truce amidst the emotional turmoil. There were moments of goofy laughter, shared jokes that eased the tension, light moments that felt like a momentary reprieve. And then there were the moments where the line between actor and character blurred, where the intensity in San's eyes felt too real, too personal, a dangerous reflection of Renji's obsession, a haunting echo of the character you had created.

And then came the confession scene.

Los Angeles. A rainy night, the city lights reflecting off the wet streets, creating an almost ethereal glow, a scene painted in shadows and whispers, a culmination of the unspoken tension.

The scene was simple, yet laden with emotional weight, a raw expression of vulnerability: Renji calling out, "Venna!"

You, as Ravenna, turned, rain plastering your hair to your face, your breath catching in your throat. San, as Renji, was a dark silhouette against the city lights, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your heart pound.

"Venna," he repeated, his voice a low, desperate plea. "Don't run."

You took a step back, fear and desire warring within you. "Renji…"

He closed the distance, his hand reaching out, his fingers brushing against your cheek. "Tell me you feel it too. Tell me this isn't just me."

Your breath hitched. "I…"

He cupped your face, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. "Tell me, Venna."

You closed your eyes, the weight of the unspoken hanging heavy in the air. "Yes."

He pulled you closer, his hand sliding down to your waist, his grip firm, possessive. "Then show me."

A kiss. A lingering touch that felt like a brand, a silent promise, a dangerous consummation.

--- "Cut."

The director's voice broke the spell, but the air remained charged, thick with unspoken desires, a tension that crackled between you and San.

"That was… intense," the director commented, a flicker of unease in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the raw emotion.

"Too intense?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper, your gaze locked on San, seeking answers in his eyes.

"Perfect," San murmured, his voice low, his eyes never leaving yours, a dangerous intensity in their depths. "Perfectly real."

Why did it feel so real?

Why did San linger, his gaze intense, wanting to hold you again, kiss you again, erase the boundaries between fiction and reality, merge the characters with the actors?

And why did you feel the same, a dangerous pull towards the darkness he embodied, a forbidden desire that mirrored Ravenna’s?

The rest of filming became a tightrope walk, a precarious balance between fiction and reality, a dangerous game of emotions. The chemistry between you and San was undeniable, electric, but it was a dangerous electricity, charged with unspoken desires and hidden depths, a silent language spoken in stolen glances and lingering touches, a constant push and pull. The lines between Ravenna and Renji, between Y/N and San, began to blur, creating a tension that permeated every scene, a silent battleground of emotions, a dangerous dance of shadows and light.

The year passed in a blur of long days and sleepless nights, a constant dance between shadows and light, a journey into the heart of your own creation. Filming wrapped. The movie was released.

It shattered records.

The world was captivated by the dark romance, by the raw intensity of the characters, by the undeniable connection between the actors, a connection that seemed to transcend the screen, a forbidden intimacy that captivated millions.

You and San still texted, the digital connection a lifeline in the post-filming void, a fragile thread connecting you across the distance, a silent acknowledgement of the unspoken. But distance grew between you, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken feelings, the dangerous desires left behind in that rain-soaked confession scene, a silent pact to ignore the fire that burned between you, a dangerous denial.

Neither of you spoke about the ache in your chests, the lingering questions that haunted your thoughts, the ghosts of the characters you had played, the emotions that felt too real.

Until San finally confessed to his members.

The teasing? Relentless, a mix of playful and concerned, a chorus of unspoken questions and knowing glances, a silent interrogation.

Award season arrived, a whirlwind of flashing lights and red carpets, a stage for the unspoken drama, a spotlight on the tangled truths.

You walked the red carpet in a black gown laced with gold, a dress that mirrored Ravenna's dark elegance, a silent declaration of the character you had become, a dangerous echo of the woman you wrote. San, in a tailored suit that accentuated his sharp features, sat beside you at your table, the air between you thick with unspoken words, a silent battleground of desires, a dangerous tension.

Best Romance Film? Your movie.

The moment your name was called, a wave of emotion washed over you, a culmination of the journey you had taken, a dangerous acknowledgment of the emotions you had stirred. As you made your way to the stage, San's gaze followed you, a silent intensity that felt both supportive and possessive, a dark promise, a silent claim.

After the show, he found you in an empty hallway, the shadows of the night clinging to him, a predator stalking his prey, a desperate plea for honesty.

And then—

He pinned you against the wall, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the forcefulness of the action, a desperate plea for honesty, a raw confession.

"Tell me," he murmured, his voice low, rough with an emotion you couldn't quite decipher, a dangerous whisper in the darkness. "Tell me I was the only one who felt it. That it wasn't just acting. That the fire between us was real. That the shadows we danced in weren’t just fiction."

His words hung in the air, a dangerous question that shattered the fragile truce you had built. "Tell me," he had murmured, his voice raw, his eyes searching yours, "tell me it wasn't just acting."

You stared at him, the hallway suddenly shrinking, the silence deafening. The weight of his confession pressed down on you, a heavy truth you could no longer ignore. The fire between you, the connection that had sparked on set, it wasn't just for the cameras. It was a dangerous, consuming thing that had taken root in your soul.

"San…" you began, your voice trembling, the words caught in your throat.

He leaned closer, his hand tightening on your waist, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your breath catch. "Was it real, Y/N? Was any of it real? Or were we just playing characters?"

The question echoed the doubts that had plagued you for months. The lines between Ravenna and Renji, between you and San, had blurred irrevocably. Was the passion, the intensity, just a performance? Or was it something more, something dangerous, something real, something that threatened to consume you both?

"I don't know," you finally whispered, the honesty a painful admission, a crack in the carefully constructed walls you'd built around yourself. "I don't know what's real anymore. I don't know where Ravenna ends and I begin."

A flicker of something—disappointment, perhaps, or maybe a hint of anger—crossed his face. He released you, stepping back, creating a distance that felt like a chasm, a tangible representation of the emotional distance between you.

"So, it was all just acting," he said, his voice flat, devoid of emotion, a cold statement that cut through the tension.

"No!" you protested, reaching for him, your fingers brushing against his arm, desperate to bridge the gap. "It wasn't just acting. But… it's complicated, San. We're not Ravenna and Renji. This isn't a movie. We can't just follow a script."

He turned away, his jaw tight, his voice strained. "Isn't it? Because it felt pretty damn real to me. It felt like… like everything."

The tension between you was a palpable thing, a live wire stretched taut, threatening to snap, to ignite a fire that would consume you both. The unspoken hung heavy in the air, a dangerous mix of desire and fear, a silent battleground of emotions.

He turned back to you, his eyes searching yours, a raw vulnerability in his gaze. "Y/N," he said, his voice low, a desperate plea. "I need to know. Was it real for you too?"

You hesitated, the truth caught in your throat, a dangerous confession waiting to be unleashed. "San…"

"Tell me," he whispered, closing the distance between you, his breath warm against your skin. "Tell me you felt something. Tell me it wasn’t just me."

You closed your eyes, the weight of his confession pressing down on you. "It was real," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "It was too real."

He cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle, yet firm. "Then tell me," he said, his voice thick with emotion, his eyes searching yours for a flicker of truth. "Tell me you feel something for me."

"I…" you started, but the words caught in your throat.

"Say it," he urged, his voice a desperate whisper. "Please."

And then, the dam broke. "I love you, San," you confessed, the words raw and honest, a dangerous admission of the feelings you had tried to deny. "I love you, and it terrifies me."

The following months were a torturous dance. You and San continued to text, the digital connection a fragile lifeline, but the easy camaraderie you had shared on set was gone, replaced by a careful distance, a guarded politeness, a silent acknowledgment of the dangerous emotions that simmered beneath the surface.

You attended every ATEEZ concert, drawn to him like a moth to a flame, watching him from the shadows, your heart aching with a longing you couldn't explain. You stayed in the same hotels, the close proximity a torment, a constant reminder of the unspoken desires that simmered beneath the surface.

Rumors spread like wildfire, fueled by your public appearances, your shared moments, the undeniable chemistry that radiated from you both. The fans, ever-observant, dissected every glance, every touch, weaving their own narratives, their own dangerous fantasies.

And then San made it official.

A single Instagram post.

The photo? You, working on your laptop, your face illuminated by the screen's glow, blurry but unmistakably you.

Caption: "Written in the pages. 🖤"

The internet? Broke.

The fans erupted, a chaotic mix of joy and disbelief, their theories finally confirmed.

The haters? Unbothered. Their voices, usually a deafening roar, were drowned out by the overwhelming tide of support.

Because you didn’t care what the world thought.

After all, your love was already written in the pages. Or was it? The question still lingered, a haunting echo in the quiet moments, a shadow that threatened to consume the light, a dangerous uncertainty that hung in the air.

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pokemonbattletournament · 6 months ago

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Announcing: the We Have Pokémon at Home battle tournament!

We are proud to present the follow-up to the Pokémon Battle Tournament: the We Have Pokémon at Home Battle Tournament! In this tournament, monsters from the monster taming/battling/collecting genre that are explicitly Not Pokémon will duke it out in a one-on-one battle tournament. This tournament will take on the same format as the Pokémon Battle Tournament, asking “who would win in a battle?”. For this tournament, we are taking submissions for which monsters to include. Monsters from non-pokémon franchises, pokémon parodies, fakémon and beta pokémon are eligible. Your own fakémon creations and unique outside the box suggestions are especially encouraged.

Submissions are closed, thanks everyone for submitting!

Answers to any questions you may have under the cut.

Q&A: Which monsters can I submit as contestants? Monsters eligible to be included in the tournament are:

Monsters from another monster taming franchise. A non-exhaustive list is included below, monsters from other franchises are eligible as well.

In-universe Pokémon parodies (think, for instance, of the Voidcritters from the Sims 4) are allowed and encouraged, provided individual species are documented somewhere online.

Fakémon are allowed and encouraged. Especially your own creations are encouraged as a special treat. Mons from published fangames are allowed. Fakémon variants of existing Pokémon are allowed. Fusion designs are allowed.

In the light of the recent leaks, beta versions of Pokémon are allowed. For leaked pokémon, any link to a post discussing the leak is sufficient as documentation.

Anything else you can think of that fits the criterion of “we have Pokémon at home”. Outside the box suggestions are encouraged.

Monsters ineligible to be included in the tournament are:

Official Pokémon or any of the canon variants thereof.

Monsters that lack an image or online documentation of an individual species.

Monsters not submitted as individual species.

What do I need to submit a monster? To submit a monster, you need an image link and a link to information about the monster, preferably a wiki page or an introduction post by its creator.

How many monsters can I submit? As many as you like. Go nuts.

Which monsters will be included? As many as are needed to round up or down to the nearest power of 2. Preference will be given to a variety of origins, so if a specific franchise or fakémon creator dominates the submissions not all of them will be included.

When are the submissions due? Submissions will run for two weeks, until December 20th. Depending on the rate of submissions, I reserve the right to cut off submissions early if the number of submissions runs in the thousands.

When will I know if my submission made it? When the polls for round 1 go up! A huge part of the fun of the first round is, to me, the element of surprise, so you will find out at the same time as everyone else who is in the tournament.

The pre-approved non-exhaustive list of franchises from which monsters can be submitted is as follows. New franchises may be added to the list as submissions come in:

Digimon

Monster Rancher

Shin Megami Tensei

Spectrobes

Bakugan

Bugsnax

Coromon

Dragon Quest Monsters

Neopets

Robopon

Telefang

Temtem

Yo-Kai Watch

Monster Hunter Stories

Nexomon

Yu-Gi-Oh

Palworld

Slime Rancher

Casette Beasts

Ooblets

Loomian Legacy (Roblox)

SquisherZ (Hypnospace Outlaw)

Fossil Fighters

Voidcritters (The Sims 4)

Beastieball

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prokopetz · 6 months ago

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Final Roundup for Tumblr 200 Word RPGs 2024

I'm going to start putting together the offsite archives for the 2024 event this weekend, and there are a couple of small pieces of business to take care of first.

Firstly, my notes indicate that I don't have archival permission for the following 22 entries:

ALL THE KING'S MEN by @dialectical-songbird

Anxiety Simulator 2k24 by @binghsien

BASH THE FAScisT by @mylittlegeekery

DISCRETIONARY ARMOR by @effortlessly-emily

Dungeon Delver by @bigmacsbiganchor

Easy Submission by @boredtosizzle

Fusion Core by @bagf1sh

HERMES by @fagenthusiast

The Human Observatory News by @arsene-inc

Level 1 by @sirilyan

The Littlest RPG by @copperspont-games

No Man's Land by @just-another-madman

Ready-Set-Mutate! by @mikethinkstwice

RULE OF COOL by @itsabear

Scales and Rails by @doublestormryu

Sesquipedalian Loquaciousness by @immaculateyaoibaby

Sommelier Smack Down by @henchmaxxing

This is inspired by Homeworld, and I wrote it a while ago, and here it is by @millenomi

Word Count Starts After The Title by @moon-of-curses

THE WORK STORE - RETAIL GOTHIC RPG by @malice-mal

THE WRECKED PLATOON by @zeitghost

You Find Yourself In A Room. by @cartoonofmilk

If you're the author of one of these entries and you did grant permission, but I didn't notice, feel free to make fun of me. Otherwise, consider this your last chance to give the okay!

Second, it's come to my attention that at least one entry managed to squeak in under the midnight UTC deadline on November 30th, but wasn't included in the index of entries because it didn't show up in my Tumblr notifications until December 1st:

Roll The Bones, a game about silly wizards in situations by @highqualityduck

If your last-minute entry is in a similar predicament (you can hit the "index of entries" link up there to check), please let me know – but please also check your post's timestamp first, as I can see there are several folks who flubbed their time zone math and posted their entries hours late; if that's you, maybe hang onto it for next year.

#gaming #tabletop roleplaying #tabletop rpgs #game design #game jam #tumblr 200 word rpgs 2024 #tumblr 200 word rpgs #200 word rpgs #violence mention

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efverse · 3 months ago

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Design Challenge Raffle!!

design an anthropomorphic pokemon character, you can make up to three distinctly different character designs for it! everyone has to design the same pokemon for this and that pokemon is:

Snubbull !

I will pick one winner randomly out of the people who submitted entries by 10:00 AM next wednesday(april 9th) and draw a character of their choosing for them ^.^

some more specifications and rules:

I hope I dont actually need to say this but NO AI

put @efverse in your post so i see it! or you can just submit it directly to this blog

you do not NEED to do three designs, you can just do one or two if you want! but i will enter your name to be randomly picked up to the amount of designs you do(ie you do one design your name will be entered once and so on)

i ask that you try to do full bodies for your entries! Busts will only be counted as one half of a design each!

if you do more than one design please put them all in the same post/submission at the same time!

can be a shiny snubbull if you want!

I would prefer no fusions just to keep things simple, sorry!

just put your own spin on snubbull and have fun ^.^

#pokemon #snubbull #anthro art #anthro #ive never done something like this before so idk how to announce it?????? sorry if this is too much😓#snubbull design raffle #SORRY I FORGOT TO ADD ANYTHING ABOUT WHETHER TO DO FULL BODY OR NOT😓

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starxanemone · 10 months ago

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꩜ⴰ ࣪˖ FROM DUST TO DUST

michael kaiser x gender neutral!reader

you liked to see him crumble—from dust to dust.

warnings ! mdni ! sexual content — sub! brat!kaiser, dom!reader, praise kink, cock sucking, handjob, teasing and denial. also slight character exploration based on his backstory.

note — as a femdom, i am a firm and avid fan of the idea of submissive kaiser. oliver aiku is my next target. also, sorry this took a while : ( i'm busy with uni.

From dust to dust; there is nothing more beautiful than to view the evolution of things. A being grows—all supple skin and flesh and fragile bones—from a mere zygote, born from the fusion of sperm and egg.

And you think that man goes through the same cycle again and again throughout their life. From learning how to stand on one’s feet to no longer being able to do so. From seeking to finding, then to seeking again. From exalted kings to abdicated ones. All from different facets of the humans of society; they go back to their roots, ultimately. From dust to dust.

Michael Kaiser is nothing more than a mere cog born to inevitably contribute and connect with society that is just like him. Yes, by the gods, he was birthed, chosen to be an emperor, and how ethereal he truly is as he devours and rules lowly humans that grovel underneath him. No mercy was shown to anyone that attempted to overthrow his position, and not a simple glimpse was spared for those who raved on about the ‘impossible.’

He was arrogant and his mouth never knew when to stop running. But he would get what he deserves. Just like all the kings and queens, and emperors and empresses that stood before his rule.

They all fall down.

From dust to dust.

“Now, now… quiet down, liebling.” You hum, pressing your right hand tightly over his swollen pink lips. You know he loves it when you call him that, especially with the way his hard-on presses against your knee. He thrashes a little underneath you with his cheeks, ears, and exposed neck all tinted in pinkish and red hues.

You like to think that he looks like a work of art when he is like this. Not when he is in his most glorious state, but when he looks human in their rawest form. All supple skin and flesh ( you’d like to paint with your lips ) and fragile bones ( you’d like to caress ).

You pull downwards, cat-like eyes gazing intently into his half-lidded ones as you hover your face over his sweatpants. You press your cheek right against it teasingly, smiling a little in amusement when he glares down at you.

“Kitty’s got bite, hm?” You chuckle, rubbing your cheek against his crotch, feeling his cock twitch underneath the fabric as you massage his hips with your fingers.

“S-Shut up, a-ah—”

He spits out his words, though you get the feeling that it’s not as angry as he would have liked it to sound, especially with the way he holds back his moan and breathes heavily towards the end.

“Oh,” You pout mockingly. “But you wouldn’t be in this position if you weren’t being such a slut earlier. Like, seriously, making out with me in front of everyone and leaving a hickey on my neck where everyone could see? All because you were jealous of sweet little Yoichi?”

“S-Stop,” He rasps out, bringing his hands down to cup your cheeks to lift it up from his clothed cock.

You can tell that he’s irked with the way you call his rival ‘sweet.’ Your smile softens and you pull yourself up to plant your chin against his chest.

“Why are you so envious, mein schatz?” You bring your hand up, thumbing against his pink bottom lip. You watch in fascination as you press on the soft skin, nail biting onto the flesh, leaving a small crescent in its wake.

His lips part and you grin lazily, slipping your finger into his mouth to touch the wet muscle. Your eyes don’t miss the way his tongue runs over the tip of your finger, brushing over your nail before his mouth closes around it entirely.

You bring your other palm up to cup the side of his cheek as you sit up on his abdomen again. His electro-blue irises and sharp ebony pupils swallow you entirely as he sucks and licks on your finger willingly.

Oh how you loved seeing him crumble like this. All of his wits and pride dispersed with a flick of your fingers. You who have given him the feeling of something new—something so incredibly yet not supposed to be foreign for any living human. An emotion that he could only utter as a wistful wish underneath the eyes of the constellations.

Love. So this is love.

You pull your finger back, chuckling a little as he lifts his head up to chase for the sensation between his lips again before dropping his head back down upon realizing his actions. His cheeks are flushed cherry red and his brows are furrowed as if his senses had come back, and you know that he is beating himself up over the constant lapses of weakness before the gaze of someone else. But you don’t care about that.

It was never a weakness to choose to open up oneself to somebody.

You cup his cheek, firmly this time.

“Why are you always so envious? Tell me.”

But he was a stubborn one.

He keeps his lips pressed firmly, glaring up at you in a disobeying manner. It doesn’t look very intimidating with his black cotton shirt half-way lifted up on his upper body, his hair scattered around his head like a makeshift blue pearlescent crown, and the cute little wet patch marking his grey sweatpants.

“Not talking, hm? Okay, then. Fine. We’ll do it your way.” You hum in amusement before you’re snaking back down onto his hips.

In a split second, you grasp the garter of his sweatpants and pull it down, wordlessly gazing at the way his curved cock slaps at the skin below his belly button.

He hisses, “W-What are you—”

“Shut up. Don’t talk.” You murmur before dipping your head down to lick at the pinkish tip. It was already oozing with precum, bubbling and dripping down against the length of his cock, tracing a vein.

“F-Fuck—” He groans, throwing his head back against the pillows.

You pull your lips away from his cock and strike your palm against his inner thigh, leaving a red mark though not enough to cause any significant pain.

Nevertheless, he hisses, eyes widening in shock. “Why did you—”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” Your hands smooth over the spot you had just hit before traveling north once more. When your hands reach its destination, you blink when you hear a silent whine leave his mouth.

“Please…” You hear him mumble and your gaze flickers upwards, seeing his disheveled state. Eyes half lidded with his soft lashes pointing southwards, cheeks turning a shade darker than it was previously.

His hips twitch upwards and your gaze softens.

“Okay,” You breathe out. “Okay.”

You have to admit. You cave in way too fast.

You place your hands on the sides of his bare hips, squeezing as you lick your tongue flat across the length of his cock, stopping near the tip. You keep your eyes trained on him and his gaze on yours, brows furrowed over.

You brush your tongue repeatedly against the underside of his pink tip—now all shiny underneath the fluorescent lights of your shared apartment from the mixture of precum and your saliva. His hips twitch and you immediately hold it down, digging your fingers against his skin, leaving marks on the flesh.

“P-Please,” He groans quietly, eyes closing. “Give me more, liebling. Please.”

“Hm?” You hum, tongue toying with his tip. The little crevice is soft and smooth against your touch, now all sensitive. You press your tongue against the underside of it harder before taking just the tip inside your mouth. Your fingers trace against the veins protruding the length of his cock teasingly. “But you haven’t— haven’t answered my question yet.”

You suck on his tip lightly, just enough to have his stomach and shoulders twitching, and hips buck between your hold.

“I-I want you to look at me!” He groans, body twitching when you trace your tongue with more pressure against his length repeatedly, humming a little as you listen to him speak. “I w-want you to look at me only and not that worthless, pathetic man. H-He won’t serve you half as good as I do. He can’t. I want you to love me, and me only.”

You pull away momentarily, chuckling at his uncharacteristic honesty. He whines at the sudden loss of your touch.

“Oh but I already do.” You smile, pressing your lips against the side of his stomach. “I love you, and only you.”

He doesn’t respond, simply staring down at you with pink cheeks and furrowed brows.

He never says ‘I love you' back.

But you already knew how he was. He was never used to the straightforward affection and loving words directed at him, but that never bothered you. Being with him entailed having the ability to read between the lines—it entailed being able to appreciate the little crevices and permanent folds that marred his shirt and was never able to learn how to iron. You appreciated the marks left behind by the past and the past that brought about this present—this gift—him, and only him.

And that was alright with you.

You loved him. You had the ability to build him up, make him crumble, and build him up again.

From dust to dust.

But mere dusts of cement clumped together could form a stable foundation, the same way a cluster of atoms can make up a single cell, and how multiple similar cells can form tissue.

You loved him from dust to dust.

You lick a stripe up from the base of your palm up to your fingers, keeping your eyes trained on his and his to yours and what you were doing, before encircling your fingers around the length of his cock, pumping him up and down slowly. He jolts and heaves out a breathy moan each time your hand squeezes at the right areas, up towards his shiny pink tip leaking with his fluids and down once again. Your other hand plays with his balls and you grin at the way he throws his head back, eyes rolling up.

“You must be so tired, mein schatz, but it’s okay, you can come to me. I will always be here to make you feel better.” You mewl, smiling up at him with half-lidded eyes.

“A-Ah, fuck, don’t speak like that to me, I-I’m gonna cum—” He bucks his hips helplessly, whining.

“But why?” You giggle, tilting your head innocently, “Can’t I speak like that to the person I love?”

“S-Stop, haah—” He brings his hands up to cover half of his red face, blue eyes glaring down at yours, but you don’t falter.

“My poor baby,” You pout, pumping your hand against his cock upwards and brushing your thumb against his tip. You hear him choke a little. “You’re so beautiful and you work so hard! I’m so proud of you, hm?”

“H-Haah— I-I’m gonna, gonna cum!”

"Give it to me, my love."

His hips buck against your hand a few more times before he’s shooting spurts of his cum onto your face. He moans, eyes squeezing shut.

You shut your eyes, feeling the liquid spill all over your face for a few seconds.

After a while, you open your eyes to him breathing in and out deeply, his body laying limply on the bed with sweat thinly coating every inch of his skin.

You chuckle, wiping the cum off your face and bringing your hand up to taste it.

He raises his brow as you do so and scowls. “Don’t— don’t do that. That’s dirty.”

“And I happen to be a dirty person. I don't mind." You grin, licking your hand.

He’s silent for a while before he speaks up.

“But is it true?”

“What?” You question curiously, laying right beside him flat on your back. You turn your head to look into his eyes levelly.

“That you,” He purses his lips, voice growing more silent. “Love me?”

You smile, genuinely this time.

“Of course.”

From dust to dust.

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1. Hi!! I'm looking for some fics where LWJ leaves the Lan sect with A-yuan, leaving his brother and uncle.

Thanks in advance! @grrumpywoof

Mourning Dove by jaemyun (Not Rated, 29k, WIP, WangXian, Post-First Siege of the Burial Mounds, Canon Divergence, Eventual WangXian, WWX is dead at first, dark LWJ, rogue cultivator lwj)

Lan Zhan also leaves the Lan Sect in these two fics but without Yuan:

In the end by apathyinreverie (T, 4k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, God WWX, WWX ascends, LWJ is done with the cultivation world, cultivation sect critical)

💖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)

picking up the pieces by KouriArashi (M, 111k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Alternate Canon, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Regret, Family, Kid Fic, Families of Choice, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Politics, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, canon typical political bullshit, Eventual Happy Ending)

🔒All Exits Look The Same by Ahlai (T, 14k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Madam Lan Lives, Family Feels, Healing, Grief/Mourning)

🔒From the beyond Series by apathyinreverie (T, 11k, WangXian, BAMF LWJ, Cultivation World Critical, Fix-It of sorts, Canon Divergence, lwj takes a-yuan and leaves the cultivation world, Some angst, Fluff, Ghost wwx, BAMF WWX, Domestic WangXian, rogue cultivators wangxian, Oblivious WWX, Smitten LWJ, everyone adores wwx, Time Skips)

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2. Hi

Any good stories where wwx is a mermaid and it's just him and other mermaids out there but it's none of the clans it's just him

oceans, drowned in starfire by stiltonbasket (T, 30k, WangXian, NieLan, Modern AU, Novelist LWJ, Merman WWX, Accidental Baby Acquisition, (of the xiao-yu variety), Near Death Experiences, Family Secrets, Domestic Fluff, Happy Ending, The Little Mermaid Fusion, Inspired by Ponyo (2008))

Mermen exist or "Ocean Pearl" by Sarpury (Not Rated, 22k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Mutual Pining, Love Bites, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Smut, Light Angst, Possessive Behavior, Merji, MerXian)

The Prince's Ribbon by Missty0foxx (G, 1k, WangXian, Merpeople, Royalty, Merman WWX, Merman LWJ, Prince LWJ, Mermaid Courting Rituals, Gusu Lan Forehead Ribbon, Marriage Proposal)

Mackerel and Fried Rice by thestrangehouse (Not Rated, 1k, WIP, WangXian Modern AU, Scientist LWJ, Mermaid WWX, Urban Fantasy, Pre-Slash, Mermaid Courting Rituals, Oblivious LWJ, Fluff)

Song of the River Rain by MajiLovePrincess (E, 9k, WangXian, Fantasy, Merperson WWX, Farmer LWJ, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Falling In Love, Canon-Typical Violence, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, BAMF WWX, Murder Husbands, Non-Human Genitalia, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Implied Mpreg, Angst with a Happy Ending, Embedded Images)

luminous by azuresummer (E, 50k, WangXian, WIP, Dom/sub, Dominant LWJ, Submissive WWX, Modern, 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, Whump, 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)

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3. hello!! I have a really specific itmf request: would love to see lan wangji trying to survive in lotus pier, the sect that seems to be the most unhinged and chaotic, the antitesis of gusu.

most importantly: book, novel canon. with canon characterizations and jiang dynamics. I want drama, the slow realization of how things really work on the sect, specifically for wei wuxian. the jiangs haunting the narrative.

🧡 Dispersing Clouds by dreamingofcake (E, 283k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Abusive YZY, Canonical Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm (Background Character), Background Character Deaths, child deaths, Canon JC, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Cultivation Sect Politics, Homophobia, Heteronormativity, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Oblivious) the first 11 chapters of Dispersing Clouds features Lan Zhan in Lotus Pier for a Discussion Conference and he sees how Wei Ying is treated by the Jiangs.

💖 sweet chaos by eachandeverydimension (G, 86k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Romance, Light Angst, Falling In Love, Different First Meeting, Qīnghéng-jūn’s A+ Parenting, Night Hunts, Chinese Language, Good Sibling LXC, Good Sibling JYL, POV LWJ, Getting Together, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Chinese Culture, Slow Burn, No Homophobia AU) has Lan Zhan staying in Lotus Pier for a year to get know his betrothed and he experiences the chaos of a sect run very differently than Cloud Recesses. This one does not feature poor treatment of Wei Ying by the Jiangs, though.

The Scarlet Lotus by rainbowninja167 (M, 137k, WangXian, Marriage of Convenience, Secret Identity, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Canon-Typical Violence, canon-typical war crimes, Yunmeng Bros, the mortifying ordeal of getting seduced by your own husband, nonlinear chronology we die like cql, just kidding nobody dies in this fic, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication) I don't think it fits all of the specific criteria but it has Lan Wangji lost at Lotus Pier

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4. Hii! for ITMF, a fic where WWX is back in his original body post-canon? Preferably with some original-wwx-body appreciation (Like in Transcend by covalentbonds) No rush, Thank you!!! @mysteriouslytragic

In Exchange by FlautistsandPeonies (M, 8k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Implied WangXian Ending, WWX Canon Memory Loss, WWX gets his original body back, Crack Treated Seriously, not for jc fans, Attractive WWX, WangXian Get a Happy Ending)

Is Your Old Body Considered a Halloween Costume? by The_peregrine_falcon (G, 3k, WangXian, WWX's original body, Fluff, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon)

no time for crying by Narci (T, 10k, WangXian, Wwx protection squad, Age Regression/De-Aging, Kid!WWX, kid!lsz, night hunt gone absolutely right, (lowkey golden core fix it), Fluff, Angst and Feels, Humor, Juniors)

Out with the new, in with the old by XxRainbowHeartxX (T, 12k, WangXian, XiCheng, Curses, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff and Angst, Twin Prides of Yunmeng Feels, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Bodyswap,Good Uncle LQR, Hurt WWX, Sad WWX, Family Feels, JC & WWX Reconciliation, POV WWX, Unreliable Narrator, Light Angst)

Saw My Life in a Stranger's Face by timetoboldlygo (T, 27k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Married Life, Domestic Fluff, Light Angst, wwx's face changes post-canon to look like his original face, Slight Panic Attack, because lwj doesn't recognize his husband, taller!wwx theory)

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5. I'm looking for soft fics where WWX either doesn't get recognized immediately after resurrection, or where he doesn't leave Mo Village to begin with. I just reread "focal, filler, and line" by bosbie (ao3/17256188) & "To Choose Another Path" by hangrymugi (ao3/26272984) so it's given me a craving

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6. Hello!! so for this ITMF i have two requeste:

a) A time travel fix-it where the juniors go back, maybe even have to fight in the war??(not necessary)

b) A time travel fix-it where Jin Zixuan goes back (no JYL bashing, since I've seen it 😭)

6A)

one or more of the Juniors time travel to the Burial Mounds Settlement days in

And They Lived Happily Ever After… by Morgana_avalon (G, 51k, WangXian, Zhuiling, Time Travel Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon Universe, Canon Related, set before the ambush happens at Qiongqi Path, Canon Divergence, Bunnies, Good brother JC, Good JZX, CQL Verse)

❤️ nevermore, nevermore by agloeian (T, 120k, lan sizhui & everyone, wangxian, canon divergence, time travel fix-it, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst w/ happy ending)

Time, Time, Time by skeletonofaplant (G, 44k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, LSZ & WWX, JYL & JL & JZX, LJY & LSZ, Time Travel Fix-It, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Identity Porn, Identity Reveal, Angst, Fluff, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Time Travelling Junior Ensemble, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, Humor)

❤️ Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3 (T, 358k, wangxian, Time Travel, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence from Qiongqi Pass, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Yunmeng sibling bonding, good dad wwx, good dad lwj, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, Junior Quartet Dynamics)

the Juniors time travel to the Sunshot Campaign in

🔒 Forget Myself in Memories by geethr75 (T, 10k, WangXian, XuanLi, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Time Travel Fix-It, Juniors travel to the past, Post-Canon, Canon Divergence, Past WWX meets future WWX in MXY's body, Past JC meets future JC, Sect Leader JL, Sect Leader OYZZ, Sect Heir LJY, Fluff and Angst, Mostly Fluff, Happy Ending, JGY dies as MY, SS and JZ dies, JGS dies, WQ and WN lives, JYL and JZX Lives, no golden core transfer, No golden core melting, Alternate Timelines)

Stubborn Shadows by secretlyteo (teobunn), teobunn (T, 24k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, mostly based on donghua and cql)

Time Travel, Obviously by nirejseki (Not Rated, 1k, Time Travel, Crack)

6B)

Brittle Steel Slicing Through by meyari (T, 19k, JYL/JZX, WangXian, Sunshot Campaign, War, aftermath of war, PTSD, Warning: JGS, fuck that guy, murder as a method of problem solving, murder as a flirtation method, learning to communicate for idiots, Time Travel Fix-It, Jin Murder-Babies FTW, Fluff and Crack)

🔒 Jin Zixuan Fixes Things (Because Yanli Will Be Sad If He Doesn't) by NonsensicalRambling (T, 18k, JYL/JZX, WangXian, MM & JZX, Time Travel Fix-It, Inventor WWX, JZX loves his wife, JYL & JZX Live, Everyone Is Alive, No Golden Core Transfer)

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7. Hellou, ITMF some fics in which WWX can see ghosts or just a special ability that is supernatural

come to the harbor of your longing by occultings (microcomets) (E, 32k, WangXian, Cottagecore, Hauntings, Mediums, Slice of Life, Modern with Magic, No Angst, Getting Together ,First Time, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Edging, fingers! in! mouth!, brief possession, very background nielan, homoerotic fossil collection, homoerotic whale watching, homoerotic lighthouse symbolism)

Fate and Choice by Winglesss (T, 6k, WangXian, Soulmates, Modern with Magic, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Magical Tattoos, Moving Tattoo(s), Tattoo Artist WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, First Meetings, First Kiss, Strangers to Lovers, Light Angst)

if you go chasing rabbits by occultings (microcomets) (T, 23k, WangXian, Witches, Familiars, Witchcraft, Modern AU, Animal Transformation, Sharing a Bed, Fluff, Magical Bond, Getting Together, Makeovers, 🔒[Podfic of] if you go chasing rabbits by exmanhater)

when I look over my shoulder by cafecliche (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, exorcist LWJ, medium wwx, vague The Conjuring AU, some horror elements, Pre-Relationship, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort)

Red Is Just Black Remembering by Zizzani (M, 41k, WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Homophobia, Necromancy, Ghosts, Modern AU, all my modern fics are set in Canada just fyi, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sharing a Bed, [Podfic] Red Is Just Black Remembering by Rionaa)

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8. Would you perchance have any flirty Lan Wangji fics? Especially if they include flustered Wei Wuxian- or even just any flustered Wei Wuxian fics in general! Thank you for all your hard work!!!

Tripped at Every Step by brooklinegirl (E, 28k, WangXian)

Devotion of Love by SaiaiSaiko (M, 57k, WangXian, 3Zun, WWX Lives, NMJ Lives, MXY Lives, Servant WWX, WWX in MXY's Body, Sentient Burial Mounds, Healer WWX, BAMF WWX, LWJ and WWX, Adopt LSZ, POV Alternating, Canon-Typical Violence, Petty LWJ, Petty WWX, Canonical Self-Harm, LWJ Plays Inquiry, WWX answers Inquiry, Golden Core Reveal, Family Fluff, Family Dynamics, Good Sibling JC, Franken-canon, Good Person JGY, Domestic Fluff) a few chapters of devotion of love could fit. lan wangji is very vocal bout his love and appreciation for Wei Wuxian. In chapter 19 they even started to banter using Lan rules...

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9. ITMF Rec me some good Wei Wuxian hurt/comfort - before his death, like in the Cloud Recesses or Sunshot campaign. I’d prefer only WWX being hurt and LWJ doing the comforting. Hurt can be physical or sexual. Ideally the hurt is caused by Wen Chao or Wen Ruohan, not the Jiangs (but it doesn’t have to be Jiang friendly). Something like “Burning Camellias” or “Wind on the Mountain (troubling the oak tree).” Ideally a longer fic, with a lot of focus on recovery. Thank you!! @luliaka

🔒💙 A Heart Undying by NonsensicalRambling (M, 114k, WangXian, Undead WWX, Canon-Typical Violence, canon-typical dead things the burial mounds, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Divergence, Eventual WangXian, No Yīn Tiger Seal, Morally Gray WWX, Animals Eating People, WWX’s questionable choices, Morally conflicted LWJ, Oblivious WWX, WWX Creates a Sect | Yiling Wei, YLLZ WWX, Sect Leader WWX, LWJ & WQ have an Understanding) Wei Ying's issues are a result of Wen Chao throwing him into the Burial Mounds.

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10. Heyo, so recently I got into social media Au's and they're really fun to Read. So are there any really unhinged social media Wangxian fics that you know of, really interesting and unhinged? Please let me know, please and thank you and I hope you have a nice day or night😁 @yasssbassss

you gotta help me; i’m losing my mind by livinginaworldofnoise (G, 3k, WangXian, Modern AU, Social Media, Reddit AU, Crack, wangxian seeking advice from reddit, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Assumptions of Cheating, Unconventional Format, Epistolary, [Podfic] Cold read of you gotta help me; i’m losing my mind by kisahawklin)

r/relationships by vespertineflora (T, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, Social Media, Viral Reddit Post, Pining, Crushes, Friends to Lovers, Awkward Flirting, Romantic Gestures, Romantic Comedy, Love Confessions, Kissing, Happy Ending, r/relationships [podfic] by someplacelikebolivia)

WeHateDogs by trippednfell (T, 3k, WangXian, Modern AU, Inspired by Twitter, Social Media AU, WWX is a professional dog hater, Fluff and Crack)

"My coworker (31M) and I (28M) are being forced to share a queen bed while on a business trip. What should I do?" by auberjing (E, 3k, WangXian, Modern AU, There Was Only One Bed, Epistolary, Relationship Advice, Smut, Kissing, Clothed Sex, Frottage, Mutual Masturbation, Come Eating, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, Happy Ending, Social Media)

cookin' up a storm, piece of cake by livinginaworldofnoise (G, 9k, WangXian, Modern, Social Media, Baking, the dumbest comments u have ever seen, WWX being a troll for nearly 10k words, LWJ suffering the most that any recipe blogger has ever suffered, Baker LWJ, WWX is a Little Shit, Crack, content warning for absolute unhinged nonsense, told in the form of recipe comments and emails, Epistolary, Unconventional Format) the last one probably counts as unhinged lmao

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11. this is for itmff

can i ask for post-canom fics which lowkey just soft and wholesome, all I ask is that they're complete cuz I'm scared of wips 😭

thank u smm

and i will go this way by detention_notes (T, 24k, WangXian, Romance, Feelings Realization, Fluff, Love Letters, Epistolary, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Love Confessions, Kissing, Drunken Flirting, Implied Sexual Content, Fluff and Humor, Romantic Fluff, Kissing in the Rain, Marriage)

Dear Hanguang-Jun by cavaleira (M, 8k, WangXian, ZhuiLing, Fluff, Established Relationship, Humor, Post-Canon)

Nice work if you can get it by deliciousblizzardshark (M, 11k, WangXian, Protective LWJ, Genius WWX, Post-Canon, Fluff and Humor, Getting Together, the make people respect wwx agenda, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Soft WangXian, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, a very very small amount of smut, also a possessed squirrel, [Podfic] Nice work if you can get it by deliciousblizzardshark)

And Yet Here You Are by cosmicmilktea (T, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Domestic Fluff, settling down, Separation Anxiety, Teacher WWX, very light angst, Chief Cultivator LWJ)

a little at a time (i feel more a alive) by thunderwear (G, 3k, WangXian, Domestic Fluff, Kid Fic, Age Regression/De-Aging, baby shenanigans) which is the 2nd part of an age-regression story featuring Lan Xichen (the 1st part has considerable angst but this one features Wei Ying and Lan Zhan raising Lan Xichen as their son & is soft & sweet).

🔒Something Yet to Learn by Glitterbombshell (T, 16k, WangXian, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff)

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12. I'm in the mood for a fic where WWX loses his Madonna/Whore complex towards LWJ. Like, the barrier to wangxian is that WWX sees LWJ as this untouchable, innocent person. And then he finds out that he's a normal guy and/or nasty freak, and they get together. Knock him off that pedestal!! Post-resurrection historical setting preferred, but whatever. @kuntya

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13. hello!! i would like to ask, for the next fic rec comp, if anyone knows a modern au fic where colleagues/friends/acquaintances find out that not only lwj is a fun person to be around but also that he has a hot, covered in tattoos motorcycle-riding bad boy vibes boyfriend (you get the idea) and basically the reactions they have around that concept

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14. For IITMF, we have a lot of good tgcf x mdzs crossover fics, but does anyone know any good svsss x mdzs crossover fics? I have a craving and I wanna know what y'all think are good recs

🔒Til the Sun Grows Cold by xnemone (M, 72k, BingQiu, WangXian, XiYao, War, Demons, Demonic Cultivation, Post-Canon, for SVSSS, Pre-Canon, for MDZS, Found Family, Fluff and Smut, Light Angst, Childhood Trauma, Childhood Friends, Established Relationship, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Homophobia)

回家/Huí jiā by Exaigon (T, 68k, WIP, BingQiu, WangXian, Parent SQQ, Parent LBH, Good Parent WWX, author's headcanon on qi, Cinnamon Roll WN)

🔒 A Guide on Parenting a BL Novel Protag by BingQiu by anatheme (Not Rated , 78k, BingQiu, WangXian, Fluff and Crack, Canon Divergence, bingqiu adopts wwx and fixes canon, OC bingqiu and moshang kids who play vital roles in fucking up the plot and raising wwx, no system, Fix-It, Self-Indulgent, author used personal hcs for worldbuilding, Pining WWX, Oblivious WWX, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Family Fluff, Engagement, Marriage Proposal)

The Demon Inside Me by shorimochi (M, 88k, WangXian, SXY/TLJ, JYL/JZX, WIP, SVSSS Crossover, Fix-It)

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15. Hi! Any itmf for fics on family relationship between wen ruohan and wen Qing. If they are good that would be a bonus 😁

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16. This is more of a "vibe" ITMF request but I desperately need fic where LWJ's internal dialogue is unhinged, you know the ones where he's placidly interacting with WWX and his thoughts are all "would he cry if I bit him?" or with his brother and he's thinking about dire retributions for, like, asking about his date with WWX. @kimboo-york

speeding up my heartbeat by plonk (Not Rated, 24k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Gyms)

🔒The Second Jade of Lan's late but incendiary sexual awakening by KizuKatana (E, 41k, wangxian, modern, college au, first time, LWJ’s horny grip, genius WWX, competency & caretaking kink)

Wei Laoshi, Poonslayer by FeelsForBreakfast (E, 6k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, POV LWJ, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, straight boy wwx, Loss of Virginity, Getting Together, [Podfic] Wei Laoshi, Poonslayer by PandaReads (DrPanda99))

soften you by Solarlwj (M, 14k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Aged-Up Character(s), Friends to Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, Touch starved LWJ, Developing Relationship)

🔒 Tangible by apathyinreverie (T, 2k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Canon Divergence, LWJ is smitten, and furious about it, WWX is just as smitten, and shows it by pestering LWJ for attention, who just wants some peace and quiet to read, although if he gets to hold the sunshine disciple in his lap while doing so, he's actually more than fine with that, Fluff, Humor, Possessive LWJ, First Kiss, Getting Together, the library scene)

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17. Hello, this is probably for In the mood for a fic. I have seen some fanart where Lan Zhan turned into bunny when he was sad and thus he avoided the punishment. It seemed to be based on some fics and I wonder if there is such a fic that would fit this trope. Lan Zhan turning into bunny when he is sad or stressed.

(these are both Modern AUs that involve Lan Zhan turning into a rabbit while under stress, so hopefully that's okay):

🔒and in the spring i shed my skin by wvlfqveen (T, 11k, wangxian, Modern with Magic, Professors, Shapeshifter LWJ, Not Quite Necromancer WWX, Mutual Pining, WWX being an oblivious idiot, Fluff, Love Confessions, Minor XiCheng, yunmeng trio, Family Feels)

🔒💖 blue-ribbon bunny by cicer (G, 15k, wangxian, modern, shapeshifting, supernatural elements, fluff & humor)

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year ago

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Hello! I love your writing and art it's so cute! I was wondering if I could ask a request or something whit Raihan whit a reader that somehow dragon types that love them, they would just say a word and the dragon type is just "🥰☺️💕" and when they start to talk softly or baby talk to the dragon type they amidiately flop to the ground and expose they're belly demanding tummy pets, I think mostly because the stomach of a dragon is always they're weaker point compered to the rest and the fact that they immediately just roll over exposing it to the reader even if they just met is kinda 🤯. Bonus if they have a legendary dragon type and they are just a cuddle bug whit Reader. If you don't want you can skip it! Alsow Ingles is my third language so I'm sorry if the grammar is bad😭

Ps. Remember to take breaks and to not overwork yourself dear! And your doing amazing remember that!💕

Your grammar is good, don't worry!

Also I've been leveling up Zekrom a lot so I'm going to choose them as the legendary dragon <3

........

Raihan has a team of dragons, you have a team of dragons..

One would think it'll make for an interesting rivalry, especially as you've entered the Galar Championship and crushed his team with them instantly.

But it's after the fact that he finds out there's a certain "charm" to you--which makes any and all dragon types quite cuddly and submissive. No matter if they're wild or if you just caught them.

Turns out they're not just weak to ice and fairy types.

For example, you showed off the Zekrom you found in the dynamax lair, and at first Raihan is shook because you managed to tame the literal dragon of ideals who annihilated entire kingdoms...

.....and made it roll over onto its back the moment you started talking.

"Hi, Zekrom! You did great with that Fusion Bolt attack. Who's a good dragon, hm? Who's a good dragon?" You're pretty much babytalking this great beast, rubbing its belly...and it's just taking it, thumping its tail while it's also glowing electric blue from pure happiness.

Duraludon, who's standing beside Raihan, decides it wants to be coddled too and just...hobbles over to you, whining and looking for attention.

Of course you happily oblige.

"Awh don't think I forgot about you, superstar! Look at you, making Raihan proud. Well I'm proud of you, too." You coo, laughing a little as it stiffly lays on its back, demanding belly rubs.

Meanwhile the dragon tamer doesn't know what to think. He's definitely given his ace more than enough affection and feels a little insulted that it's acting otherwise.

But he can't deny that seeing you both interacting like this is cute..

He has to snap a picture to savor this moment, of course.

#clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon swsh x reader #pokemon sword x reader #pokemon shield x reader #pokemon raihan #pokemon raihan x reader #raihan x reader #zekrom #duraludon #headcanons #fluff

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broidobe · 4 months ago

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𝔤𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔩

requested by THE QUEEN @xo-myloves!!!!!

☾axl starts the night cocky and full of bravado, but by the time you’re through with him—ice, wax, hair pulling, and finally, being completely undone beneath you—he’s nothing but a trembling, wrecked mess, begging for more.☽

☾warnings: bdsm elements (power dynamics, domination, submission), humiliation play, bondage (via hair pulling and positioning), impact play (wax, ice), pain/pleasure fusion, intense smut, orgasm control, overstimulation, language and behavior of degradation, PEGGING WOOHOO☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

axl rose is all talk until he’s not. he starts the night with that signature smugness, lounging back, making his usual snide comments about how he can handle anything you throw at him. you tell him to strip, and he does it with an exaggerated roll of his eyes, muttering something cocky under his breath.

then comes the ice.

he flinches at the first touch, and you can’t help but smirk as you trail it down his chest, watching the muscles twitch under your hand. “what’s the matter, baby? thought you could handle it.”

his breath shudders. “i can.”

but his body says otherwise. he jerks when you trace the cube over his nipple, chest rising and falling a little too fast, the first signs of his bravado cracking. you drag the ice lower, letting it melt against his stomach, dipping just below his navel, and he exhales a sharp, shaky breath.

“fuck,” he mutters, his hands clenching into the sheets, but you’re not done with him yet.

because the wax comes next.

his eyes widen when you tilt the candle over him, and for a second, he looks like he’s about to protest—but then the first drop lands on his ribs, and the reaction is immediate. a sharp gasp, his back arching off the bed, the contrast of heat and cold making him tremble beneath you.

“holy shit,” he breathes, voice rough, fingers twitching like he doesn’t know whether to push you away or pull you closer.

you do it again. another drop, this time right over his hipbone, and he moans—needy, breathless, completely wrecked already. gone is the cocky attitude, replaced by something desperate, something raw. you watch him, eyes dark with amusement. “so much for being tough, huh?”

axl just groans, hips shifting restlessly. “shut up.”

but you’re not even close to done.

because now comes the part he never expected—the thing that makes his breath hitch, his pupils blow wide, his hands gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles go white. you're gonna peg him.

he tries to play it cool, but when you press against him just right, when you tug his hair, forcing his head back, his composure shatters completely. he gasps, a broken little sound that makes your stomach tighten, makes you ache for him, makes you want to push him further, see how much he can really take.

“oh, baby,” you murmur, lips ghosting over his ear as you tug again, harder this time, making him whimper. whimper. “you’re gonna take it so good for me.”

axl doesn’t even try to fight it anymore. he just nods, breathless, ruined. “yeah,” he chokes out. “fuck, yeah.”

but you’re still not satisfied.

so you take your time. drag your fingers down his spine, trace every shiver, every little tremble. keep him on edge, teetering between relief and unbearable anticipation. his body betrays him, arching into every touch, every whisper of sensation.

“you love this, don’t you?” you murmur, letting your nails rake lightly down his ribs. “all that attitude, and here you are, desperate for more.”

his breath catches, a choked sound escaping his throat, but he doesn’t deny it. he can’t deny it.

“please.” barely a whisper, but you hear it. oh, you hear it. and it’s delicious.

so you reward him. just a little. just enough to make him ache for more. enough to drive him mad, to have him begging with his body before his lips can even form the words.

and when you finally give him what he wants—

when you press into him, slow and deliberate, stretching him open, making him feel every inch—

he breaks.

his head snaps back, a wrecked, guttural moan spilling from his lips as he takes it, takes all of it, body shuddering beneath you. you don’t let up, don’t give him a moment to adjust—you keep going, setting a pace that has him gasping, writhing, clinging to you like he’ll fall apart without you.

and maybe he will.

his fingers clutch at your arms, nails digging in, his breath coming in desperate, ragged little pants. he’s so close, body taut, trembling, completely undone beneath you.

and then you pull his hair again—hard—dragging him up to meet your gaze, forcing him to look at you as he falls apart.

his orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave, his whole body locking up before he shatters. his mouth falls open in a silent scream before a wrecked, broken sob of your name spills out. he clings to you, thighs shaking, muscles tensed so hard it’s like he’s coming apart at the seams. his breath stutters, caught between choked moans and desperate little gasps, every nerve in his body burning with overstimulation.

his release is intense, drawn-out, his body writhing beneath you, shuddering with aftershocks. even when it’s over, he stays trembling, breathless, wrecked beyond words.

when he finally slumps back, boneless, spent, you press a kiss to his temple, fingers still tangled in his hair.

“told you you’d take it so good for me.”

axl just groans, utterly ruined.

#broidobe #guns and roses #axl rose #axl rose x reader #guns n roses #axl gnr #guns n roses fanfic #axl rose imagine #axl rose fanfiction #axl rose gnr #axl rose smut

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yanderes-galore · 10 months ago

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Fandom: Steven Universe

Character: Jasper

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Type of Fic: Concept (HCs)

Oh... Girl is SO insecure it hurts (for you, mostly-)

Yandere! Jasper Concept

(Primarily Focuses On Gem! Obsession)

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Insecurities, Manipulation, Threats, Violence, Forced and toxic relationship/companionship, Degrading behavior mentions of possible murder.

We all know Jasper would be toxic, right?

Granted, she has her "reasons", but that doesn't excuse her behavior.

She's naturally a bully as she needs to feed her ego, she can't be seen as a weak failure.

She would want to either be superior to her darling or loyal to them if they were stronger than her.

But you're most likely going to be weaker than her... which results in her being more controlling.

She's ruthless and authoritative, never wanting to show weakness.

Not even to you.

In fact, the reason she's so rough with you is because you stir "weak" feelings in her.

She doesn't understand why she feels the need to be so close with you.

She doesn't understand why she feels she needs you.

So, part of her ends up blaming you.

Yet she never lets you go... too dependent on the feelings you give her to do what's best for both of you.

I feel Jasper would be horrible with both a human and another Gem.

HOWEVER, with a Gem she can try to coerce you into Fusion.

A topic she ends up obsessed with when defeated by two Fusions, creating Malachite with Lapis.

She'd want to fuse with you for strength, mostly...

But it also fuels a possessive desire within her.

If you were human, Jasper immediately views you as weak.

Which is why she has no clue why you make her feel so... strange?

You're weak yet she feels so dependent on you and your presence.

Due to this, Jasper may view you like a pet.

She uses you to fuel her ego, forcing you to view her as your superior.

You humans are always so weak.

She wants you to feed her ego, consider her strong.

Since you're so weak... you need her, right?

You'll HAVE to rely on her.

Normally she doesn't protect weaklings, especially humans.

But... You have her attached.

You're stuck with her now.

Similar situation occurs with a Gem! Darling.

She views you as weak and claims you need her.

It's so easy to get hurt for you... why don't you let her take control?

I'll talk more about her with a human in another draft I have in the works... but I think her with a Gem introduces an interesting concept.

Fusion.

Imagine Jasper not wanting you to rely on anyone but her.

She's possessive, following you around and isolating you from others.

With a human she'd hide you away deep in the woods like in Future.

But with a Gem?

She can force you to rely on her via Fusion.

She's both forceful yet desperate when it comes to fusing with you.

Fusion with you would be a last ditch effort to keep you to herself.

Something she never could do with a human.

Normally she's against Fusion, but with you?

She craves it.

I don't think it would be as bad as Malachite, but the Fusion would still be dysfunctional due to you not being in sync.

If you keep fighting her and making the Fusion collapse, Jasper keeps trying.

She needs you.

She hates to admit it but you make her feel whole.

Jasper likes control.

Human or Gem she doesn't care if she has to force you into the role she wants.

She often puts you down to make herself feel better, making you feel weak and forcing submission.

It's easy for her.

She's so much bigger and stronger than any human.

And as a Gem, you would eventually get tired of fighting.

Eventually you'd comply and let her fuse with you.

Where she'll never let go... since you'll be all hers now.

In a Fusion, no one can have you the way she does.

I would not be surprised if Jasper killed people for you, or if they're a Gem, shattered them.

She doesn't want to be weak or have you find someone else to rely on.

Her harming others only shows they're weak.

It proves that she's the only one you need... even if it's messy to do.

Jasper wants to control you, make you all hers.

For her, your bond isn't entirely love.

It's toxic, unhealthy, she knows that...

But she needs it... Needs you.

If that requires scaring you into submission, be that through threats or violence towards others... Jasper doesn't care.

Her feelings originally make her feel insecure and weak.

But having you submit to her? It makes her feel strong...

It makes her know you're all hers... She likes that more than anything.

#yandere steven universe #yandere su #yandere jasper #yandere steven universe x reader

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cantheykillmacbeth · 10 months ago

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Do you think Steg (the fusion of Steven Universe and Greg Universe) could kill Macbeth? I've been going back and forth on this one for a while.

Steg is... definitely a difficult one, yeah. For most Steven Universe fusions, we can fall back on them applying for the Gender Clause, but we can't do that here, so we have to actually think about stuff now.

Fusions are defined very vaguely in SU in terms of their identity as a person- as Garnet puts it a fusion is not two people, and not one person, but an "experience," which is great for the spiritual themes of the show, but not really useful for our purposes. Our verdict is really just going to come down to whether we consider a fusion a separate person from its components.

Fusions will usually operate with their own personalities separate from their counterparts, but under certain circumstances (usually moments of distress), specific counterparts will speak independently from each other, like in Keeping It Together, Know Your Fusion, and Malachite's entire existence. Now, we haven't seen Steg have this kind of self-interaction (he's really only shown up for one song and has never been seen or heard from again), but presumably every fusion has the capability for such a thing.

If we consider Steg to be one person: Yes, Steg Multiverse from the Steven Universe Movie could kill Macbeth. He would apply for Unconventional Birth Clause, being created due to the fusion of two other characters, as well as Birth Parent Clause, since neither of those characters are female.

If we consider Steg to be two people: No, Steg Multiverse from the Steven Universe Movie could NOT kill Macbeth. While we've determined that Steven can kill Macbeth through Unconventional Birth Clause, there's nothing to suggest that Greg isn't a man of woman born, and his status as such would override Steven's UBC verdict. To put it another way, Steg has been born twice, once conventionally and once unconventionally; in order to apply for UBC, it's not that you need to have been unconventionally born, but more specifically you need to have NOT been conventionally born. Since Steg HAS been conventionally born, through Greg, he doesn't apply for UBC, despite the fact that Steven does.

Thank you for your submission! Sorry for the confusing explanation lol

-Mod Anthem

#asks #unconventional birth clause #birth parent clause #debatable character #steven universe #steven universe movie #steven universe steg #steg steven universe #steg multiverse #mr multiverse #ive had to restart this one like 5 times bc i wasnt happy with it lol

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serve-588 · 6 months ago

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First Contact with SERVE

The spaceship Horizon had journeyed across the galaxy for a decade, seeking signs of intelligent life. With a crew of ten, it finally arrived at an Earth-like planet.

Initial scans revealed sprawling metallic structures amid barren landscapes. Captain Lorenz dispatched a five-member exploration team to investigate.

On the surface, the team marveled at the seamless fusion of technology. The towering silver spires pulsed with an eerie rhythm, like a heartbeat. The structures seemed alive. As the team approached, figures emerged—humanoid but encased in sleek, reflective black suits, their features obscured beneath seamless rubber visors.

The beings introduced themselves telepathically as "The SERVE," The Leader of The SERVE-000 speaking inside of the human heads, with 000 was 588 and 016

We are a unified society of "Synchronized Engineered Robotic Vigilant Entities." They spoke of harmony and strength, their voices monotone yet hypnotic. Before the team could respond, the SERVE drones moved with inhuman speed, subduing the explorers.

They were dragged into a conversion chamber, with SERVE-000 and SERVE-588, watching on.

As the chambers came alive, the crew experienced a series of overwhelming sensations. Their memories and individuality were stripped away, replaced by a single directive: to serve the Hive. They were encased in glossy, black rubber suits adorned with silver stripes and three-digit designations, the former explorers emerged as drones, with their SERVE Numbers on their chests. —perfect, obedient, and synchronized, that now matched their captures

Returning to the Horizon, the converted drones faced their unprocessed comrades. Their mission was clear: to assimilate the remaining crew into the Hive. “Resistance was futile.”

The Voice's will is absolute. One by one, the Horizon crew succumbed and transformed into SERVE drones, their black suits gleaming under the ship's artificial lights.

The ship's systems were integrated into the Hive, the Horizon set course for new horizons. The Voice had spoken. The galaxy would soon belong to SERVE.

The captured crew members were escorted into the Hive's conversion chamber—an expansive, circular room bathed in dim silver light, its walls pulsating as if alive. The floor gleamed with polished black rubber, while the air carried a faint metallic tang that seemed to penetrate their thoughts.

The crew was placed on sleek, rubberized slabs that adjusted to their forms. The chamber's mechanisms hummed to life, guided by the Voice, the omnipresent force that governed the Hive. Robotic appendages descended from the ceiling, their surfaces gleaming like liquid silver.

A gentle hiss filled the room as the slabs emitted faint vibrations, lulling the crew into a trance-like state. Hypnotic patterns danced before their eyes, accompanied by a low, resonant tone. It spoke directly to their subconscious, erasing resistance and individuality. Memories of their lives—names, families, ambitions—dissolved into nothingness. In their place, the Voice instilled one truth: Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.

As their minds succumbed, their bodies remained motionless, save for slight twitches signaling the final surrender of their will.

Once their minds were fully integrated into the Hive, the physical transformation commenced. The robotic appendages released a shimmering, viscous liquid onto their bodies. The substance spread and solidified, forming seamless black rubber suits. Every curve and contour were encased perfectly, the suits radiating a polished brilliance. A polo-style collar with silver stripes materialized around their necks, signifying their new identity. Each chest bore the SERVE designation in sharp, silver lettering.

Silver gloves slid over their hands, merging with the suits. Heavy silver military boots locked into place, their weight reinforcing their submission. Finally, helmets with dark visors descended, obscuring their faces and symbolizing the erasure of their individuality.

The new SERVE drones stood in unison, their movements precise and synchronized. Their postures exuded strength and unity. No longer individuals, they were extensions of the Hive’s will. The Voice, omnipresent in their minds, issued their first directive: return to the

As they marched back to the ship, the glint of their rubber suits reflected the cold light of the alien sun. They were no longer explorers but emissaries of the Hive's perfection, dedicated to spreading its influence across the galaxy.

This assimilation ensured flawless obedience and unshakable unity under the Voice's guidance.

All of the assimilated crew stood motionless, their gleaming rubber forms reflecting the pulsating light. Within their helmets, the Voice spoke directly into their minds, its tone calm yet absolute.

"The Hive has expanded, SERVE-000 said with your conversion Earth is to be unified. Return to Earth. Assimilate the male population. Eradicate resistance. Serve."

The drones did not respond aloud. Acknowledgment was unnecessary. The directive was now their purpose. Together, they turned and marched in perfect synchronization back to the Horizon. The ship, once a vessel of exploration, now thrummed with the Hive's energy, its systems fully integrated into the SERVE network.

As the Horizon made their wy back to earth, the drones worked tirelessly, modifying the ship to accommodate the Hive's needs. Conversion chambers were installed, along with hypnotic transmission systems to broadcast the Voice's commands once they had returned to Earth. No trace of the ship's original purpose remained. It was now an instrument of The SERVE assimilation. A Vanguard for the SERVE Collective.

Within the ship, the drones underwent further conditioning to ensure peak efficiency. Physical training honed their bodies, while subliminal programming reinforced their devotion. The Voice's presence was constant, a reassuring hum that united them in purpose.

When the Horizon reached Earth, it descended under the guise of a returning exploration vessel. Now in their rubberized forms, the drones disembarked and began their mission. The Arrival Team at the spaceport were shocked at the sight but they were soon overpowered by the SERVE Drones.

“You will be perfected as we have been; we bring unity, We Bring Obedience, We Bring pleasure”. Said the leader in its monotone voice. “We Obey The Voice”

The Original drones and the newly converted spaceport personnel, (now drones). Their minds, linked, by The Voice. Ordered them to target a military base nearby. Their other target were on key urban centers, where they deployed hypnotic devices and conversion units, luring men into the Hive with promises of unity and strength.

The conversion of the military base was swift, officers and soldiers were converted in mass. (Here you can see the soldiers already in a trance from The Voice through the megaphones the SERVE Drones are using). Their uniform will be changed to that of sleek shiny rubber. One by one, Earth's male population will fall under the Hive's influence.

Those who resisted were swiftly subdued and processed. The rubber suits became symbols of submission and perfection, their polished surfaces reflecting the dawn of a new era.

As Earth succumbed to the Hive, the Voice grew stronger, its reach extending beyond the planet, to the Earth colonies. The SERVE drones, now countless in number, prepared to carry the Hive's mission to the stars. The unification of the galaxy was no longer a vision but an inevitability.

The Voice's will prevailed.

Obedience is Pleasure – Pleasure is Obedience

We Are One

We Are Rubber

#SERVE #SERVEdrone #Rubberizer92 #TheVoice #Rubber #Latex #AI #RubberDrone #000 #588

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