#mn verse

[bakawitch]

Taking some inspiration with inspiration from World of Winx, The Amazing Spiez, and @onyxonline Soul Pretty Cure, how about a show about a group of 5 boys who by day are regular middle or high school but by night are a group of magic using super spies who fight magic using super villains, one of who whom uses a spell to make personal nemesis for each of the boys that either counters their powers or opposes them morally, or psychologically attacks them. Maybe one of the themes of the story is toxic masculinity and how it can negatively boys and how it leads to things like trouble processing emotion, low self-esteem, being pushed to do things you don't like because it's considered "masculine", or having to hide your actual interests out of fear of being rejected or laughed at. I would have killed for a show like this.

I would like everyone to know that this is the boy show that gets to have a crossover episode with Enchantlings!.

This cartoon is called H.F.I.V.E. (pronounced high five) staring the titular spy/hero group!

The cast includes iconic characters such as:

The leader Hayden Prince, the green agent

Fern McRam, the white agent

Ike Fox, the yellow agent

Virgil LaRose, the red agent

Evan Kingsly, the blue agent

The Pilot, the spy agency's mysterious chief and mentor

Harper LaRose, the pink agent trainee/assistant

The Black Snake, the shows big bad who plagues the world with fear and nightmares

And his hot second in command lady young boys can crush on and lesbians can have their awakening to called Briar Petals code named Black Thorn

The themes you mentioned are 100% getting carried over

[bakawitch]

Curt Cure canon (*^^*)

For you @bakawitch

Nana Orhino/ Finder

A girl who has the skill to navigate and locate places or individuals using psychic or mental abilities. She can't read minds but is an excellent navigator. She joined because she wasn't taken seriously for a while. Then to be rather snarky.

Danny Martinez / Draw

A young boy with the ability to have any random powers at any time. That he can't control nor the powers always useful. For anything. He is basically trying to at least get it under control.

Jack Bonnel

He can reach into the spirit realm to seize intangible foes. He is actually good at stealth stuff but has trouble actually fighting the foes

[animaterrena]

ooc; dusts off a megaphone to my dozen followers if you'd like a starter, LIKE this post!

[lanctiflora]

don't leave me here .

[ from lil mù qiào ;~; ! ]

|| ✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 .

Heavy, unyielding hail assaulted golden and crimson maple trees, ripping layers of intricate leaves and plummeting them to the ground. Formerly emerald grass was soaked through and splattered with mud as the last of the patrons outside were caught leaving the inn. Lan Wangji observed their predicament from the third-floor bedroom, leaving the window open despite the chilling rain. Tiny slabs of ice drummed against the outer half of the windowsill, bouncing against the wood and splashing Wangji's face. His cheeks were covered in tiny pearls of the raging weather but his gilded eyes continued to stare, as if enchanted.

A weakened voice pried his attention and when Lan Wangji turned his face, the nearby candlelight melted the hints of ice, turning it into rolling droplets of warming rain. From where he was sitting, the dribbles appeared like tears.

"Mn?" He cocked his head, a bit perplexed by Mu Qiao's request. Another spiritual imbalance left his traveling companion bedridden with a fever, so Wangji requested the inn to extend their stay for another couple of days. Rising, the Lan Jade approached Qiao's bedside, observing him a moment longer before he gently reached out to pry a cool towel from the other's forehead, soaking it in a bucket nearby. Wangji wrung it out and lowered a refreshed compress against his companion's forehead.

"Mu-dashī," he began, lowering his eyelids and shaking his head. "I will remain here until you are well. Now, rest." With that, Wangji turned to face the window again. "It will be a long night."

[themissingnumbers]

Can you write me a letter? Ask your best friend to send it? Take to sea before you can read it; return to snowcapped waters of the unknown.

{Gotta be honest, while I love cryptic asks as much as the next guy, if you're gonna send one our way I'd like to say: These are just song lyrics? at least attribute the artist, come on now.}

[sunbedo]

Hey guys. gay rights

[shutterandsentence]

"The one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world."

-1 John 4:4

Photo: Ely, Minnesota

[oozedninjas]

I wanted you to be my first ♡

Short thirst of their first time with f!reader!

Warnings: 18+ / MDNI / suggestive / Ninja guys are 20-21 and so is reader / general verses leaned a bit towards Bayverse / overall pretty soft

He's supposed to be in control, know the rules, tame the game... he's supposed to, but this is something so very new, and so exhilarating he scarcely thinks straight. 

"I've never done this before," you pant after breaking the kiss, slipping a ghostly touch down his shell. 

Leo bites down a groan. Your eyes are glossy and your lips swollen, puffy from making out. It doesn't seem fair to keep playing cool.

“Well, neither have I,” he admits, averting his gaze. His dick twitches, pleading him to grind on you, but he refrains.

Gently, your hands cup his cheeks as you make him turn. The heat in his face is lovely and evident. "Let's try together. Here, touch me."  

Be gentle, he thinks. Slow, not too fast, don't scare her. Don't hurt her… 

"Fuck, like that," you breathe, nails digging into his shell, scratching. 

He groans near your throat, and the sound echoes on the crock of your neck, causing you to clench. He moans at the feeling. 

"Doesn’t hurt- no more?” 

“No, no I’m f-fine,” you barely say before closing your eyes, allowing the slow heat in your core to settle, filling you. "Move."

Raphael growls, using all the self-control he's got to refrain from thrusting too harshly. He pulls you toward his plastron, hugging you back, your legs open further to accommodate him. So close like this, you feel complete as much as he does. 

“Shit, doll, you’re so tight,” Raph manages right after a soft groan. “It feels so good."

You're grinding on top of him, arms around his neck. The soft beat of your heart is intimately snug to him. The soft mutters of little moans pour into your mouth as you drink them.

"I want to go further tonight," you whisper, forehead over his own.

Donatello swallows hard. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Are you?" 

Donnie adjusts his glasses, nervously. "Yes," he breathes, perhaps a bit too desperate. "but- but we can stop anytime if you change your mind."

Your lips curl upright, hands cupping his cheeks. "I love you,"

"Tell me if it hurts," Mikey asks as the lines with you. 

After some tentative rubs, he slips in, slowly. Your breath hitches, hand fisting the covers. He's big, a bit too much. 

"Should I stop? You can tell me, it's okay."

It brings a smile to your face. "I'm good, keep going." 

Mikey stares at you just enough to make sure you mean it before thrusting in. "Relax, close your eyes," 

His lips graze your cheek. He did a fine job preparing you but it still stings. Can't be helped, you suppose, just dealt with. You breathe, allowing your body to adjust to his size. 

"I'm gonna make you feel so good... so- mn, you're tight."

"Hurts?" you rush, worriedly.

"No," Mikey breathes, trying his best not to come just by the warmth of your walls. "No, it's- it's so good, angel. You feel so good,"

[belovedstill]

svsss 10th anniversary snippets ◀ [ 2/7 ] ▶ fan art @ ao3 | bingqiu | post-canon, married, sqq paints himself some merch

If there was one thing the original goods could do well, it was painting.

He was, of course, also well-versed in subterfuge, angry hatred, and attracting 'scheming bastard!' flags left and right. And in making the Sect Leader look like a kicked dog. And in raising everybody's blood pressure. And in avoiding any shred of human kindness. And in—

Anyway. He was good in many things that currently don't serve Shen Qingqiu well, but at least his muscles remembering the movements and amount of pressure to put on a paintbrush for quality paintwork is quite neat!

In his past life, Shen Yuan couldn't draw for shit. His only genuine attempt at an illustration for his then-5-year-old sister's favourite fairy tale was met with frightened sobbing and countless nights spent sharing his bed with her whenever she woke up from yet another nightmare induced by his terrible scribbles. (In his defense, the monster terrorising the town was the coolest thing in that story.)

Having his disciples ohh and ahh at the simple scrolls he paints is quite the difference from terrified tears. If you ask him, he quite enjoys it! The best thing about being able to draw well, though, is getting to finally draw his own fanart—

"What's Shizun painting?"

—away from where anybody can see!

He very gracefully slams his hand over the scroll, completely intentionally smudging the dash of diluted red ink he's just applied to the smiling lips of the pained Luo Binghe as his husband looks over his shoulder. He hasn't even heard him come in!

"Is that...?"

"No," Shen Qingqiu says immediately and for a good measure flips the page over. The small bowl with red ink topples over and spills.

Binghe's breath hitches next to his ear.

Despite being the Peak Lord of the Qing Jing Peak, or maybe exactly because of it, Shen Qingqiu has always been aware that scroll paper is a finite resource and shouldn't be wasted. That's why when he draws in private he uses up every blank spot. The other side of the painting is filled with countless sketches of Luo Binghe in various poses and states of undress. Sleeping. Cooking. Fighting. Commanding. With a laugh on his lips, or tears in his eyes, or suggestive tension rising in the arch of his eyebrows.

"Shizun..."

Shen Qingqiu slowly reaches for his fan, unfolds it, and presses his entire face against it.

Binghe lays his gentle hands on Shen Qingqiu's tense shoulders and presses his forehead against his temple.

"Is this how Husband sees me?"

Any answer would be damning! No, this husband does not see Luo Binghe, the man above all men, as a mess of rough, imperfect, rushed lines! Yes, he does look close enough to commit every minor detail to memory! Anybody would!

For some reason, that final thought settles heavily in his stomach. He turns his head slightly, so his forehead rests against Binghe's.

"Mn."

"Does he, really?" There's a teasing edge in Luo Binghe's voice and Shen Qingqiu knows, even with his eyes closed, that the look on his face must be truly ungodly. "Husband should look whenever he likes."

"...Mn."

"He should open his eyes and look now, too."

Not a chance! Shen Qingqiu does the only thing that ever truly distracts the tempting husband of his: he leans in and steals his lips in a kiss, and holds them captive until they yield in sweet surprised surrender.

The scroll paper gets torn, the fan forgotten aside, and both of them end up with red-ink fingerprints all over their skin.

[bakawitch]

When you said that Virgil's nemesis is a hyper feminine girly girl my brain immediately went to magical girl venom 🤣

I was thinking more on the lines of Eternal Sugar Cookie or a Pretty Cure-esc character, but that works XD

Maybe she's usually wearing a mask to cover her venom face to appear cute at first but takes it off when it's nightmare time lol

[beautifulsnake2162020]

Intertwined Voices (Wangxian One-shot)

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fanfiction and I only do this for fun.

Premise: During their honeymoon period the Wangxian song finally becomes a duet.

Rating - M (Emotional love making, not graphic enough to be E)

AO3 link

AN: Please accept this humble little one shot based on something I've observed among all existing versions of the Wangxian song in its duet form (Wangxian from the audio drama, Xianyun from the donghua, and Wuji from the Untamed series). Mainly that Wei Ying always sings first in the first couple lines of the first verse and Lan Zhan always follows completing the first verse.

I wrote this while mainly listening to the audio drama version of Wangxian (the version which largely inspired this fic). But hopefully it could work with Xianyun and Wuji too.

If they seem out of character I apologize in advance I haven't read the books yet but I plan to during my Xmas break. I only completed the Untamed and the donghua. Also I'm inexperienced in writing M/M love scenes so I did my best to focus more on the emotions.

"Lan Zhan."

Wei Wuxian says as he leans back into Lan Wangji's chest as he drinks the finest local wine the inn they are staying in has to offer. They were just generously awarded for dealing with a challenging night hunt in one of the more isolated towns of their first journey together as a married couple. It was midday and their spiritual energy was still recovering from their hunt which ended that morning. Too tired to do any travelling or exploring what the town has to offer they decided to spend the rest of the day recovering in their room.

"Mn."

"I just realized something after we played 'Wangxian' last night. I don't think I've heard the lyrics yet. Only the melody."

"Mn."

"Lan Zhan will you finally sing it for me?"

"Later."

"Huh? Why not now?"

"The walls have ears. Wangxian is for Wei Ying's ears only."

"I could just put a silencing talisman!"

"Your spiritual energy needs to fully recover."

He feels Lan Wangji pull him closer and his hands gently press him against Lan Wangji's body. As if encouraging him to snuggle in his embrace. Wei Wuxian relents after letting out a mildly dramatic sigh before pressing a kiss on his husband's skin.

"Aw Lan Zhan - I love staying in your arms. You don't want to let me go now?"

He feels Lan Wangji press a kiss to his cheek as he feels him caress his waist while drawing him even closer. Wei Wuxian couldn't help but melt as he embraces his husband. 

"Later Wei Ying. Later."

A few nights later and warmed by the fire they made in their camp in the wilderness little Apple began dozing after Lan Wangji gave three large apples to fill the donkey's stomach enough that it would sleep soon after eating. He wanted as much privacy as possible when playing the song of his yearning for the love of his life and the next. Across him Wei Wuxian sat while drinking their supply of local wine from their last night hunt. They initially wanted to pay for it but the town's folk insisted that they take it as gifts in gratitude of solving their troubles. They left the town with enough to last for at least a month if Wei Wuxian could control himself.

Lan Wangji takes a quick breath to prepare himself and to restrain any urge to lean forward and lick the stray drops of wine that drips on Wei Wuxian's neck. Knowing himself he would probably be more intoxicated from his husband's skin than from the wine itself. He turns his gaze to meet Wei Wuxian's eyes hoping that it would quell his slowly rising arousal for him. Only for him to find that Wei Wuxian's expression mirrored his own but was mixed with the excitement of finally hearing Wangxian in its entirety.

His eyes never leaves his husband's gaze as he begins playing the melody on his guqin, Wangji. Long ago he was only brave enough to hum the song he made to the subject of his work. He had once thought he could be satisfied with only a musical expression of his feelings. He wasn't brave enough to sing the lyrics, for words had the power to make things clear and he still wanted to hide behind the ambiguity of the music he composed. Throughout all his life he was trained to restrain or suppress any desire that lead him astray from being calm and mindful. And yet ever since Wei Wuxian came into his life his mind was anything but calm. His request when they were alone in the cave was his chance to confess his feelings. But not by singing them, as long as his inspiration did not know the words which would shed light on his feelings he could avoid giving him the burden of reciprocating out of pity. His beloved should not have to be responsible for them when it was clear that he did not know how much he has affected Lan Wangji. To Lan Wangji's mind this was proof that his feelings were unrequited.

A thought he once thought he could bear; to love Wei Wuxian from afar as Wei Wuxian gives his affections to others. He had sought ways to suppress or restrain his feelings. After all he was taught that to give in would be selfish, and acts of selfishness lead to injustice. Had he known that perhaps it would have been better to have given in back then, maybe things would have been different. Till now he wishes he could tell his younger self not to take those precious moments for granted. 

He doesn't know how but he begins to feel his eyes water as he pours out his feelings in a song he considers as his most important work. Wei Wuxian's eyes were already shedding tears while gently smiling. The kind of smile that even he could not fake for all his dramatic antics that Lan Wangji couldn't help but love. The look of love and appreciation in Wei Wuxian had allowed more feelings he had kept hidden to be released. It was only by the end of the song that he realized that he too had been shedding tears.

"Lan Zhan why didn't you sing this to me when we were in the cave?"

Wei Wuxian asks as he settles himself on his lap after the guqin was set aside. Lan Wangji cups his face as their foreheads meet.

"You were exhausted and shouldn't carry more burdens."

"But Lan Zhan nothing from you could be a burden to me! I even enjoy your punishments!"

"Wei Ying."

"Well not all of them, but you being there with me made it more bearable."

Their hands meet and their fingers close keeping them in place.

"Will you please sing it again?"

"Mn."

He sings it once more, this time with the intimacy of his soulmate's embrace and the comfort of his feelings not just appreciated but wanted by Wei Wuxian. Their eyes never leaving the other's as he once again sings of his yearning to his beloved. Byt the end of it Wei Wuxian could not help but lean forward and pour his own feelings into a kiss. The kiss began slow as he feels the love shared between them through their lips. Before he knew it he was pushed down without their kiss breaking. Together they stayed as their kiss lead to something more.

"Lan Zhan." A happily exhausted Wei Wuxian snuggles in his arms as he covers their naked bodies with his outer robe which was used as a blanket. The fire dying out and the glow of the embers weren't enough to offer comfort in the cold night. He was still inside of him with Wei Wuxian clenching whenever he made any move to leave. He wouldn't want to anyway.

"Will you sing Wangxian one more time? I want to hear it again before I sleep."

He presses a kiss on his lips before once again singing their song. This time as a lullaby to bring Wei Wuxian to the land of dreams.

This lead to more frequent requests for him to sing. Usually it was during times in between night hunts and in the more relaxed periods of their journey. Whenever they stayed in an inn the door would have a silencing talisman as he sang to him. Sometimes while playing his qin, sometimes with Wei Wuxian accompanying him with his flute, Chengqing. But the times he was most fond of was whenever he would sing it with his voice alone with Wei Wuxian in his arms. It wasn't long before Wei Wuxian asks if he could make a musical talisman for Wangji.

"Just for Wangxian. I was thinking your fingers might start getting tired with how often I ask you to sing it for me."

"Utterly false."

"I know I know but I was thinking of something else we could do while Wangji and Chengqing plays it."

"Ridiculous."

"What?! How is that ridiculous?! Lan Zhan please. It would be a temporary talisman that could be easily removed at any time so it won't be a problem in case something urgent happens."

"Chengqing only."

Before Wei Wuxian could try to persuade him further Lan Wangji waves his hand over his qin and Wangji on its own begins playing Wangxian. Wei Wuxian begins laughing as he makes a musical talisman for Chengqing.

"Lan Zhan why didn't you tell me earlier that you had a spell for that? How many times did you play Wangxian before you decided that Wangji should play it on its own? Was it for convenience?"

"To remember you."

"Oh Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian smiles, touched by his answer. Wei Wuxian quickly sticks the talisman he just made on his flute as he settle himself on front of Lan Wangji.

"How am I supposed to give you my surprise if you keep startling my heart like this? Is this how you like treating your husband?"

"It's the truth."

"Lan Zhan you're really romantic! I'm so lucky to be loved by you."

Wei Wuxian leans forward and kisses him as Wangji and Chengqing begins playing the opening notes of Wangxian. When it was near the time for the opening lines Wei Wuxian breaks the kiss and begins singing the first two lines. Lan Wangji couldn't help but be stunned as he listens to him sing his words. This time it was as if he was the one being confessed to as he feels his husband, the very person who inspired the song, pours his own feelings to his own words. Words of love and yearning once thought to be unrequited. Now he was using them to express his own feelings to the song's composer. And he sang it without any mistake in word, timing, or note.

"Well? What did you think?" Wei Wuxian asks with a nervous smile.

"...again."

This time he initiates the kiss while bringing Wei Wuxian on his lap. Singing it to him was one thing, but to hear him singing it right back at him was like ascending to a place he didn't even know he wanted to be in. 

Soon they sing their song together, slowly transforming it into a musical dialogue between lovers. The words and the song remained the same but their feelings intensified.

Wei Wuxian couldn't help but fall even more for Lan Wangji. His romantic husband accepted his own musical confession. A confession he much preferred over the embarrassing one in Guanyin's temple. As much as he remembers it with fondness he couldn't help but feel embarrassed by how he had confessed. Not because of what he has said, but because any words he said seemed to not be enough in showing the true extent of his feelings. Even though they are now married, a part of him couldn't help but feel that there was more that he would like to confess. Music had always connected them and was the key to Lan Wangji knowing he was back with a new body. It was the bridge to convey the feelings that words and actions could only hint at. When he first played Wangxian in his new life it was the most memorable melody that he could find comfort in. He couldn't fully explain why, but if he found comfort in it perhaps it could offer the same and calm down Wen Ning. It was always one of his favorite melodies. To learn later on that his husband was the composer and had only played it once before his return and finally hearing the entire song from his lips...Wei Wuxian couldn't help but admire how talented and intelligent Lan Wangji was. Maybe it was because of his more quiet nature and his more thoughtful approach to words that he has been able to make music that could express the true extent of his feelings. His lyrics perfectly chosen that he couldn't help but cry when he first heard them. Wangxian in it's entirety was absolutely perfect. Though it was a product of Lan Wangji's yearning it captured how he felt about Lan Wangji. The only person who never gave up on him. One of the few who actually cared and respected his principles. 

What better way to confess for a second time than using their love song? His husband's very own creation seemed to be the only thing that was able to express what his own words failed to fully show.

"Wei Ying."

Lan Wangji says against his lips as they enter the Jingshi but not wanting to break their kiss. Lan Wangji shuts the door as he slowly leads them to the bed. 

"Mm?"

"Chengqing's musical talisman."

"Mmhmm."

Wei Wuxian deepens their kiss as he casts the paper with the musical talisman on Chengqing and Lan Wangji casts his own spell on Wangji. Together they begin playing their song, as they begin undressing each other. They settle on the bed as Lan Wangji grabs the vial of oil they've been using in their journey and kisses his way down.

"Mmm Lan er-gege."

"Don't strain your voice too much. We've barely begun."

"Easy for you to - Lan Zhan!"

"Mn." Lan Wangji inserts his fingers and begins preparing Wei Wuxian.

"Hangguang-jun." Wei Wuxian whines clenching the pillows under his head.

"Breathe, save your voice."

Once he was stretched out and ready Lan Wangji removes his oiled up fingers and carefully guides Wei Ying to sit on his lap. Then carefully impales Wei Wuxian, groaning in his neck as he feels his walls welcome him. No matter how often they've consummated their marriage he would never get used to how amazing it feels. As he hears the opening notes of their song he kisses his way up Wei Wuxian's neck before meeting his gaze as Wei Wuxian begins singing the opening lines of their song. Wei Wuxian clings to him as he sings, his face expressing his love for Lan Wangji. Slowly Lan Wangji begins to move as he follow Wei Wuxian's voice with his own.

The first time their voices join together with the same words Lan Wangji thrusts up and Wei Wuxian thrusts down. They maintain the slow but steady rhythm as they confess through song. An intoxicating cycle of reciprocation through their voices, the music, their words, and their bodies.

After finishing the song together their lips meet and their rhythm becomes slightly faster. Not by much, but just enough. Tonight was about making love in their first night as a married couple in their home. 

They let Wangji and Chengqing continue to play. Whenever their voices joined it was ecstasy at they felt their souls become one.

"Lan Zhan!"

"Wei Ying!"

Soon their rhythm became faster as Wei Wuxian's fingers entangled in Lan Wangji's head and his other hand clung to his back. He moaned in delight as he felt Lan Wangji's teeth as he continued riding him and Lan Wangji angled his hips to give deeper thrusts. Their voices were no longer singing the lyrics but were still intertwined in their music.

Lan Wangji quickly pulls Wei Wuxian down for a deep kiss as they moaned into each other. Their climax was close as they hear notes finishing the second verse and leading to the chorus. They didn't know who came first, but one triggered the climax of the other, their cries in time with the music. 

After a few more thrusts Lan Wangji laid Wei Wuxian down and their foreheads meet as they share a look of love.

"Welcome home."

"With you it always is." 

[panther-os]

post won the fuck colonizers weekend poll so here's what I have for the Mosuo!Madam Lan 'verse:

Na Glossary

Na word - IPA (Qiren's pronunciation/Author's poor transcription) 定义，definition Mandarin name, where applicable

abbojie - ə˧ bo˥ tɕi˥ (ébōjī) 叔父，father's younger brother

adda - ə˧ dɑ˥ (édā) 父亲，father

ami/ama - ə˧ mi˧ / ə˧ mɑ˧ (émí/émá) 母亲/妈妈，mother/mom

amu - ə˧ mʏ˩ (émǚ) 哥/姐，elder sibling

Erchei - ɻ˧ ʈʂʰe˥ (íchē) masculine given name ("stretch to the side"?) 儿綝 érchēn - kindhearted son

Gesso - kɤ˧ zo˧ (gésóu) masculine given name ("baby falcon") 搁走 gézǒu - endure leaving

ggissi - ɡi˧ zɯ˧ (gísú) 弟，younger brother

Ghaezzi - qæ˧ dzɯ˩ (kézǔ) family name ("potter"?) 祖 zǔ - ancestor, surname Zu

Yijie - ʝi˧ tɕi˧ (yíjí) feminine given name ("a trap"?) 怡潗 yíjí - harmony

Spoken Naxi Example

Snippet 1

Takes place mid-canon, when Wangxian are trying to convince Xichen about Guangyao.

"Amu," Lan Zhan interrupted, and Wei Ying frowned and looked between him and his brother.

Lan Xichen closed his eyes. "Ggissi," he said, and then added something else in a strange, musical, guttural language.

Lan Zhan's shoulders slumped, and he nodded.

"What was that?" Wei Ying asked, much later.

"Our mother's tongue," Lan Zhan answered. "We don't know much, it has great meaning."

Snippet 2

Takes place post-canon, where Wangxian are undercover for reasons unknown even to me. Note: Ri Mingyue is written 日明月.

Wei Ying laughed and draped himself over Lan Zhan's shoulder. "Ah, no worries," he said, "my name is Ri Mingyue, and this is my husband -"

"I am Zu Gezou," Lan Zhan said.

The innkeeper squinted at them, but nodded significantly less suspiciously.

"You didn't have to break a rule for me," Wei Ying said quietly that night.

"I did not lie." Lan Zhan squeezed his husband's hand where it laid on his chest. "I have two names."

"Oh?"

"Mn. Mother's people take their maternal surnames. She named me Ghaezzi Gesso. Zu Gezou, as Uncle says it."

Wei Ying looked up, eyes alight with curiosity. "And Xichen-ge?"

"Ghaezzi Erchei," Lan Zhan answered. "Zu Erchen."

Wei Ying was silent for a long moment. "And your mother?"

Lan Zhan took a deep breath. "Ghaezzi Yijie. Zu Yiji."

"Harmony is the value."

"Yes."

"You called him emü and he called you gisu."

"Amu and ggissi. Xiongzhang and didi. Shufu is abbojie. Muqin was ami, fuqin was adda. Those words stay, all others easily slip away. It is hard work to recall them. That is why they have great meaning."

[jaarijani]

💚💛❤️JOOST'S TRAFFIC LYRICS❤️💛💚

UPDATED VERSION because we got a little more but also this idiot (affectionate) didn't sing his second verse fully so I still don't have that one in it's entirety

Verse 1

Politie wil me pakken en klemmen

maar ik ben smarter en clever.

Remsporen darker than ever

maar al mn [unintelligible] zijn ever

FUCK IT!

Verse 2

Geen rijbewijs

ben eigenwijs

fuck die [unintelligble] tranen

[unintelligible] maar tis fijn om rijk te zijn maar dan ook [vrij] te zijn

BOOM BOOM

met je ouders

baby BOOM

[unintelligible] ZOOM

want mn bakkie* die gaat VROOOOM

translation below

once again, very rough translation because some of this is just impossible to translate without knowing the full sentence

Police wants to catch and restrain me,

but I am smarter and clever.

Skid marks darker than ever,

but all my [...] are never

FUCK IT!

No drivers license

I'm stubborn

fuck those [...] tears

[...] but it's nice to be rich and then also to be free

BOOM BOOM

with your parents

baby BOOM

[...] ZOOM

cause my car is going VROOM

*translator's note: bakkie literally means little tub, but it's gentle slang for a little car, I would really only use it for those simple cheap cars you get as a first car like a Renault Twingo or something

[wesleysniperking]

usopp positivity post #11

“When people are protecting something truly special to them, they truly can become as strong as they can be.”

- Naruto Uzumaki (Naruto)

This quote is definitely relevant when it comes to Usopp.

100 f*ckin percent.

No doubt about it.

When people are doing the math when it comes to Usopp’s psyche and the complicated relationship he has with bravery, it’s definitely its own thing. Like, people start to get deep and philosophical when it comes to how much Usopp’s dream is challenged because of his fears.

Yet, I think the overall consensus is starting to be that Usopp doesn’t back down when it comes to protecting and fighting for those he loves. He can jump head first into the fire if it meant his friends and loved ones were safe.

Take for instance Dressrosa when he managed to get a shot in on Sugar. Homeboy was like, “nuh-huh, no one’s hurting my homie, Luffy.” He didn’t want to forget his friends. It truly tore him apart knowing he’d forgotten about Robin.

Another example is Syrup Village. When he found out that Kuro’s scaredy cat a** was playing the village the whole time and was planning on causing bodily harm to all of the citizens, Usopp was like, “No cap. You’re not gonna harm my girl, my boys, AND my fellow Syrup Village peeps. Even if I have to fight alone. I’m stopping his a**.”

Again, when he was versing Mr. 4 and Miss Merry Christmas, and at first he was trying EVERYTHING to leave that d*amn fight—But when they started talking mad sh*t about Luffy’s dream, it was no dice. He was like, “Y’all ain’t really finna talk mad sh*t about my homie’s dream in front of me like that”, and “my homie ain’t f*ckin dead!” SO, Usopp brought his A-game and bam! He did the d*mn thing.

From helping save Robin in Enies Lobby to preventing Zoro from getting annihilated by Kizaru, homeboy didn’t hesitate at all. Even when it came to the Going Merry, he gave it his all when he fought for her.

So, Usopp’s problem isn’t necessarily that he runs from a fight or that he’s a coward (nothing wrong with that, it’s human). What the main thing is that Usopp just needs to be put in a situation again where it’s required that he protect a loved one and it looks like there’s no way out at all. He can’t turn-tail and hide between a barrier and do nothing. When Usopp’s determined, p*ssed, with no f*cks to give, he’s an absolute powerhouse.

Even the movies high-light this aspect when it comes to his character. Usopp is an absolute wildcard. And puts that trait to use then and there.

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[themissingnumbers]

Hey, guys! I just had a quick question that I hope isn’t bad. I always get scared when asking questions like this because I feel that by asking, it will come across as me having a problem with it—which I don’t, I swear. I’m just curious, and I don’t want to get anything wrong about the characters. (It’s taken me four rewrites and a week of anxiety to finally get the courage to ask this question.)

Is Blue trans?

I’m curious because in that one older piece of art, Blue was referred to as a “shithead tboy twink,” and when looking at his reference art, it kinda looks like he has some top surgery scars. (At least, I think that’s what it is? I’m not the most well-versed when it comes to topics like this.)

I’m so sorry for asking this. I just didn’t want to make any assumptions about it because it felt wrong to do so. Feel free to ignore this if it’s offensive. Have a good day.

[ahh, don't worry, you're all fine!! never be afraid as ask little questions about the faces of missing numbers and stuff about their identity :]

yes, blue is a trans man! this has very much been then case since day one. (in fact, the in-universe explanation for why prof oak couldn't remember his name is because he figured it out young and gramps didn't want to deadname him but forgot what he'd chosen.)

missing numbers- though it's got a primary focus on horror and worldbuilding- is also a very queer story with a lot of queer people. the topic is something pretty casual to us, but gender identity and sexuality are things that have bearings on how people in mn have experienced their lives and relationships.

heres some transgender blue art for u ♡ thank you for asking!]

BONUS: the brothers watanabe are BOTH transmasc as well!

Mike fully transitioned once the two moved into palette, whereas the younger Steven took a bit longer to figure himself out. Mike's starter was given Steven's deadname so if someone tried to misname him they could act confused about "why are you talking about squirtle?? 🤨🤨🤨"

He might've been awfully corny, and not always the smartest, but he was a pretty great big brother.

[comfortjoonie]

Namjoon -- Sick at Comeback

Here it is! I hope you all like it. Leave a comment and let me know what you think. <3

Namjoon blows out a slow, deep breath as he puts his mic around his ear.  He’s had a long day of feeling nauseous and feverish.  “Joon?” Hoseok says, putting his hand on Namjoon’s back.  “You feeling alright?  You look pale…”

  Namjoon nods.  “I feel a little sick to my stomach…but I should be fine.”  He starts to stand up and Hoseok puts a hand over his forehead.  

“You feel so d*mn warm Joonie, maybe you should sit this one out?” Hoseok says.  Jungkook walks into the room.

“Everything ok?” he asks, looking at Joon’s sweaty face.  “Hyung?”

“He’s sick,” Hoseok says.  “Poor thing has a fever.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows furrow.  “I can do it,” he says.

“There’s no shame if you can’t–”

“--I can, though.”  Namjoon uses his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

“Well, we’re coming out now, okay?”  Namjoon nods at Jungkook’s words and walks up the stairs to the main area behind the curtain.  Suddenly, he feels a pain in his stomach and winces, Hoseok watching.

“Joon…”

“Hyung, it’s o-ok…” Namjoon stutters, putting his hair behind his ear.  But it wasn’t ok, he felt like he could puke at any moment.

“Now, hyung~!” Jungkook said, grabbing Namjoon’s hand and pulling him out.  The bright lights make Namjoon’s nausea double, and he puts a hand on Hoseok for support.  He walks slowly to the front of the stage and listens to Yoongi’s speech before hearing the music start.  “D*mn…” he mumbles as he tries to find his place.

When Taehyung starts singing, Namjoon’s body goes into autopilot and he does all the choreography he’s worked so hard on for months.  His chest feels tight and he can’t breathe properly.  When his verse comes on, he mumbles the lyrics enough to make the backtrack sound fuller, but the backtrack does most of the work for him.  At the end of the take, he all but collapses onto the floor in front of the whole audience, facing his back to them with his head on his knees.  He’s trying to catch his breath when he feels Jin’s warm hand on his back.

“Joonie, baby, what’s wrong?” Jin asks in a hushed tone.  Namjoon feels a tear pricking at the corner of his eye.

“I…” he gasps for air.  “I can’t…”

“Joonie, calm down.”  All the members are gathered around the leader now.

Namjoon suddenly feels the urge to vomit and springs up to rush to the nearest toilet.  His legs are shaky but they carry him to the bathroom.  He’s too slow to shut the door before Seokjin is inside with him, and he barely manages to get the toilet lid up before he’s gagging and coughing up the little he could eat for breakfast.  Seokjin rubs his back and tells him not to cry, but Namjoon is already sobbing from the embarrassment and pain of it all.  He finally finishes and flushes the toilet, then shuts the lid and rests his face on it.

“Oh, Joonie, come on, that’s not sanitary.  Let’s get you home…”  Namjoon has started shivering from the fever.  “Someone get him a blanket!” Seokjin calls, and a few moments later Hoseok returns with a blanket that Seokjin wraps Namjoon in.

“You poor thing,” Hoseok mutters, hugging Namjoon and letting him warm up a bit.  “We should get him home,” Hoseok says.

“Bad news,” Jungkook says.  “Since we’re on the left side of the stage and the door is on the right, the only way to get him across is to walk him across the stage in front of the fans…”

Namjoon’s breathing picks up with a panic, but Seokjin soothes him.  “It’s okay Joonie.  We’ll just be honest and tell the fans you weren’t feeling well.  It’s ok.  Just breathe…” Seokjin rubs circles into Namjoon’s back and uses his thumb to wipe the tears from Namjoon’s eyes.

“Taehyung is already on it,” Jungkook says.  “He’s telling the fans that Namjoon has to go home.  Can you walk, Joonie?  A company car is waiting…”

Namjoon nods.  “I need help, though…” Jungkook instantly links arms with Namjoon and Seokjin takes his other arm.  They start walking up to the stage when Namjoon hears the crowd chanting,

“Kim Namjoon!  It’s okay!” over and over again.  When he walks into their sight, applause deafens him and he winces at the sound.  Taehyung shushes the crowd.  Namjoon can’t bring himself to show his face to the audience, so he turns away slightly so they can only see his hair and cheek.  He walks slowly with everyone else as the crowd continues to chant his name, a bit quieter.  He feels completely surrounded with love.  The members help him into a company car, and Seokjin gets in with him.

“You five keep performing.  I have the least lines and the most love for Joonie so I’ll go with him.”

“Most love for Joonie?” Jungkook’s jaw drops.  “How could you say that when I’m right here and he’s my idol?”

“How can either of you say that when I’m here and he’s my soulmate?” Hoseok asks playfully.  Namjoon smiles a little bit.

“We can discuss this later,” laughs Seokjin.  “We’ll see you all in a few hours.”

  All the members wave goodbye to Seokjin and Namjoon as the car pulls away.  Only five minutes into the ride, Namjoon is sleeping on Seokjin’s lap.

Seokjin pets his hair.  “You’re so cute like this Joonie…”  Sometimes he wished his Joon would get sick more often so he could cuddle him like this.  But he wouldn’t say that when Namjoon was feeling so bad.

Seokjin rubbed Namjoon’s back.  It was an hour-long drive.  He had plenty of time to go to sleep…but first..

Seokjin snapped a picture of Namjoon resting peacefully and sent it to the group chat before dozing off with his arm protecting Namjoon.