#nobody has ever praise him until Yu

[edsanon]

I don’t feel like drawing, so have some platonic Lumi and Alastor headcanons :

They met via Rosie. They had seen each other before, Lumi accidentally helping Alastor taking down on an Overlord, but they officially met via Rosie.

Lumi is terrible at social cues, but they are good at picking up patterns, which is how they can read people, Alastor was no match for that.

Alastor is thankful for that, since Lumi can pick up on people, and Alastor can use that to his advantage to strike deals.

Lumi died in 1917 at 18, while Alastor died in 1933 at 35(ish). They often joke that they could’ve met each other had they lived in the same country, and how they could’ve been around the same age had they died at the same time.

Lumi and Alastor don’t exactly show vulnerability, if at all, so for one of them to show vulnerability, the other will have to show that first. It’s truly a mess.

During the time where Alastor disappeared, Lumi genuinely thought that he had died. They grieved and continued on with their life- until they saw the commercial for the hotel and they recognized him.

Lumi has their little family down in hell : twin sister, younger brother, youngest sister and mother. They do not get along with their mother. Their younger sister and father are in heaven.

Alastor doesn’t really like the twin sister, can barely handle the younger brother. But the youngest sister ? Who is a cannibal ? He adores her ! He doesn’t like children, but Yu is an exception, he secretly spoils her to no end.

Speaking about baby Yu, she resides in cannibal town with Rosie, Lumi visits often.

Alastor believes in discipline that involves hitting children (it’s canon), but he knows better than to hit any of Lumi’s siblings.

Being friends with Lumi made of Alastor a cat person. He hates dogs already, so a friend who is a cat and purrs and smells like happiness and all the best things ever ? Count him in.

Husk dislikes Lumi for this very reason.

Speaking of Husk and Niffty, Lumi likes them, they don’t understand how Husk hates being a cat, they’re apex predators after all, and they like Niffty, and Niffty adores them so much.

Lumi showed her a katana they use when they train with their students, ever since then they became one of Niffty’s favorite person.

Alastor has witnessed how they train their students, they were a samurai after all and he was curious. Let’s just say that watching them gave him new torture ideas with how rough and hard that training looked (He quite felt bad for that one student who had to start over 500 swings because their body wasn’t correctly placed in Lumi’s standards.)

Lumi reads Alastor better than a lot of people, so they know that he loves and craves attention 24/7 among other things. So when the attention is striped away from him (like in episode 5 where Mimzy turned her attention to Lucifer) Lumi is here to give him some attention (“So you used to dance ? Maybe I should accompany you to one of your outings then, I’d like to see that for myself.”)

Which Alastor appreciates immensely.

Lumi has a set of rules they follow to stay on Alastor’s good side.

Alastor was very sour when he learned that Lumi had a partner when they were human. They are the one to always give them the attention he wants and needs, to always praise him in some way, who can understand him like nobody else, he doesn’t want their attention away from him.

In reality when the partner comes along eventually, Alastor has now 2 people hyping him up and giving him attention when he needs it.

And this is Lumi’s partner we’re talking about, when Alastor latches out and tries to make the partner jealous (“I’ve stayed with them for the last 80 years”) instead of being met with anger and jealousy, he is met with patience, gratefulness and understanding. (“I see. Thank you for taking care of them, I am glad they found a friend who cares for them the way you do.”)

Alastor taught Lumi how to cook, and cooks for them sometimes.

And Lumi taught Alastor French. He had a good start, but it could’ve been better.

Lumi speaks 9 languages, and they are native Japanese.

Alastor had to teach himself how to hold chopsticks, and Lumi had to teach themselves how to use a fork.

Whenever Alastor notices that Lumi isn’t doing great (aka they start to melt because when their emotions are too much they become magma and they start to melt), he takes them on a walk in the Bayou side of his room.

Alastor and Lumi fought Adam together, they got severely hurt together and left to lick their wounds together.

Lumi has tagged along on a few radio broadcasts of Alastor, it’s just them sitting next to him, listening and purring quietly.

Alastor loves the sound of their purrs, he wants Husk to make the same sound.

Lumi started to use pet names such as “honey” or “baby” after hanging around Alastor and Rosie as much as they do.

Alastor often calls them “Lumi dear”, and occasionally “Darling” (he found out that the nickname snaps them out when they are panicking or experiencing a flashback of some sort)

Lumi nicknames Alastor “A-kun”

[angstymdzsthoughts]

Fem!WWX au, where JFM gets her engaged to JC as an excuse to attach her to LP while she comes of age. YZY is desperate to get her out of LP not because she hates her, but because she sees the way that her husband looks at the 15yo WWX with lust, who would’ve thought that her husband was like that pig JGS? When WWX goes to gusu and starts liking LWJ, she grabs the chance to marry her before the lectures even finish, and if JFM dies some time after the wedding nobody will suspect it was his wife.

"You know your mother and I met when she was just a few years older then you are now," Jiang Fengmian said with a smile. From a distance someone would think the way he pats Wei Wuxian's head was parental affection, but Wei Wuxian is close enough to see the intensity in his eyes, the way his hand lingered, how his fingers dug into her hair enough to pull. She is careful not to flinch. She doesn't want him to know she's uncomfortable, doesn't want him to think he should move whatever plans he has for her up before she becomes frightened and runs.

"I swear, you look more and more like her every year," he says, not for the first time. Wei Wuxian is fifteen. Jiang Fengmian met her mother when she was nineteen. Wei Wuxian has four years. Probably less.

Yu Ziyuan watches from a distance and she burns with disgust (Not jealousy. Never jealousy for a literal child who should never receive such looks from a man who raised her). She sees the look in her husband's eyes when he looks at his young ward- the fever of obsession, the intensity of his desire growing every passing day. She has four years to find a match for Wei Wuxian. The further away from Lotus Pier the better.

It's not as easy as throwing Wei Wuxian at the second son of a minor sect. The match has to be so much better then her current one that it won't be an insult to Jiang Cheng and their clan. It has to be someone who would be willing to fight for her despite her arranged engagement. The Lan clan have a history of being romantics.

She insists that Wei Wuxian go to the Lan Sects lectures with Jiang Cheng. She argues that it is her duty as head deciple. She demands to know why her husband doesn't want Wei Wuxian to go and he backs down and bends to her will.

The night before they leave she visits Wei Wuxian's room. "You will do everything in your power to find a husband among the Lan clan," Yu Ziyuan orders her. "The higher in status, the better. Do you understand, girl?" Wei Wuxian, for all the love she has for her home and her family, knows she will never be completely safe in Lotus Pier. She agrees. Yu Ziyuan gives her an approving look. "It would be best," she continues in a tone that isn't as harsh as normal. "if we have a reason to rush the marriage."

Three months later they receive an urgent letter from Lan Qiren demanding they come to the Cloud Recesses. Yu Ziyuan hides how pleased she is when he tells them that Wei Wuxian had been caught in his younger nephews bed with evidence of debauchery on her thighs. Jiang Fengmian is near apoplectic with rage and needs to leave the room for some air. Once her husband steps out Yu Ziyuan pushes for marriage. After all, the Second Jade of Lan has so clearly ruined their head deciple for marriage to anyone else. Lan Qiren is visibly pained when he agrees.

Later, Yu Ziyuan goes to where Wei Wuxian has been kneeling all day as a part of her punishment. She had no doubt that both she and Lan Wangji had recieved brutal beatings after being discovered and would likely be put in seclusion for months. Perhaps just until they find out if Wei Wuxian is pregnant or maybe until the day of their wedding. She leans in and whispers "You did well." It is without a doubt the highest praise she has ever given the girl.

Wei Wuxian's smile is a small, tired thing. She has tarnished both her and Lan Wangji's reputations with this. She doubts the Lans will ever forgive her for ruining their younger jade. Lan Wangji may hold resentment against her for the rest of their lives for seducing him. But she will be able to sleep at night without jumping at every sound and setting up dozens of traps and locking barriers in her room in fear of her uncle trying to visit her. It will be worth it.

[elysianslove]

oblivion; fushiguro megumi & itadori yuuji

requested by anon; ❝ OMG HIII! I love love love your fics🤧🤧 I read about the poly and sub yuuji thing, AND i thought, what if they teased him to no end the night before thinking it was a day off, but then an emergency mission happened and he went there. Imagine him trying to fight off curses while having a limp and being sore all over jssjsjjsjsjsjsjs IDK BUT I THOUGH OF THIS HAHAHA ANYWAY DRINK LOTS OF WATER, SLEEP, AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF MWAH😚💕💕 ❞

pairings; fushiguro megumi x fem!reader x itadori yuuji

genre; smut, a little humor ig? 

warnings; oh lord — light bdsm, mentioned use of sex toys, nipple play, pleasure from pain, overstimulation, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, handjobs, oral (male!receiving), use of traffic light system, dirty talk, humiliation, praise, dumbification, i hope i didn’t miss anything!

note; thank you so much for your words that’s so kind of you!! and i hope you’re taking care of yourself too, and that you enjoy this!!! <333 i’m really sorry with how late this was though oh my god :(  <b>yuuji and megumi are both aged up here, and there is full consent to all the plays! smut is under the cut! 

not this being over 4.5k words 😃✋🏼

━━  he’s a burning presence beneath you. yuuji’s alive as ever as your straddle him, his heart racing and chest heaving as he sloppily kisses you, mouth wide and languidly pushing against yours. drool and spit spills from between your connected lips while you lightly cup his jaw, and when you pull back, a single line of spit connects you two. 

grinning down at him, your fingers trail featherlight across his cheek. “so gorgeous for me, yu,” you coo, and he sighs dreamily, eyes half lidded. 

he’s not just trapped beneath you, he’s completely bound. there’s a collar around his throat, with multiple hooks in it, the one at the bottom of his nape linked with a chain to the bed’s headboard. similarly, his hands are handcuffed behind him, chained tightly to the headboard and restricting his movements entirely. but it’s not like he’d try to move. when he’s like this, he’s so obedient.

 “already going under?”

it’s not you that speaks this time, but yuuji’s gaze remains on yours as if it were, eyes fluttering and head tilting to lean into your touch as you cup his cheek, almost like a puppy. next to you, the bed dips, and your other boyfriend leans closer. you shift a little to reveal yuuji to him, angling your face to gauge his reaction. 

megumi smiles, sweetly.

sighing lovingly, he reaches up to brush at yuuji’s hair. “you look so pretty,” he praises, and again, yuuji relaxes at the words. 

“see?” you affirm. “told ya.” 

you poke his nose lightly, and the pink haired boy hums a chuckle sinking deeper into the mattress. you hum appreciatively, settling more comfortably in his lap, rocking your hips. you feel him shiver beneath you, and the bulge of his cock nudges at your clothed cunt. at the first feel of his cock hardening, you smile teasingly, hips sinking harsher against his as you tilt your head to glance at megumi. 

“he’s so eager,” you tell him, touch ghosting along yuuji’s shoulders, to his collarbones, to his chest, nails lightly grazing his nipples before dipping down to his abs. 

as you do so, megumi’s hand leaves yuuji’s hair and rises to cup your chin, gripping it lightly as he draws you closer. “is he now?” he wonders, but it’s more rhetorical than anything, and soon enough his mouth finds yours. 

your lips are still wet and swollen from kissing yuuji, and megumi pulls back for a second, licking his lips before diving back to kiss you again. kissing megumi is so much more different than kissing yuuji. yuuji’s so much more enthusiastic, over-energetic, overwhelmingly passionate, even if you’re the one in control — maybe even especially. you’re the one leading the two of you, you’re the one kissing him. with megumi, it’s the complete opposite. he’s softer, gentler, but more dominant, and even when he’s the one beneath you, even if you’re completely in control, he’ll still hold the reigns, because kissing megumi overdoses your brain with dopamine. it floods and overflows and has you sighing and leaning into him. 

with a satisfied moan, megumi pulls back, pleased with the way you lean forward as if not having expected it. body flushed from kissing both of your boys, you turn back to yuuji, finding his mouth gaping and eyes wide and pleading. and when you settle deep on his lap again, you find he’s fully hard. it livens you up considerably. 

“please,” yuuji whispers, his biceps flexing as he resists pulling from the bindings. 

focused on yuuji, you don’t notice megumi slipping from next to you, to behind you. lifting a hand to his mouth, you thumb at yuuji’s lips, brushing across them, pleased with how wet they still are from your mixed spit. “please, what, gorgeous?”

yuuji shuts his mouth, whines behind tight lips, before he tosses his head back, sighing, “please fuck me.” 

you hum a giggle, lifting up your hips before lowering them again, grinding across his lap, your cunt soaking through your panties, dampening his boxers. he’s already doing enough of that with the precum he’s leaking, though. as you continue to tease him, megumi’s hands find your waist, before they trail up your back, finding the hook of your bra. 

all the while, you don’t stop grinding down on yuuji, and he can’t stop mewling and whining. his chest heaves as he gasps, unable to stop his hips from instinctively rutting and thrusting up, trying to increase the friction, trying to speed up your movements, trying to break through the barrier between you in any way. 

yuuji’s obedient, of course, but sometimes, he’s a little too eager for his own good. 

a hand settling on his hip, right by the hem of his boxers, you tut, slowing down your movements till it feels like you’re not moving at all. “you know better than that,” you scold. “don’t you, gorgeous?” 

he huffs, whines, forcing his hips back down on the bed as megumi slips the straps of your bra off your shoulders slowly, sensually. you let it fall on your lap, on yuuji’s lap, before you toss it carelessly aside, welcoming megumi’s lips along your shoulder and on your neck. 

“you know,” you start, “i don’t think i’ll fuck you.” you almost laugh at the way his eyes widen up at you. 

in between kisses, megumi sighs teasingly. “you’re so mean,” he sarcastically says, kissing at your jaw as his arms circle you, hands caressing all over body. at his ministrations, you lean back into him, letting him feel you up: he squeezes at your breasts, tugs at your nipples, nips with his teeth at your neck, until his hands finally dip lower. 

you’re a little breathless as you respond, grinning devilishly at yuuji as megumi’s fingers finally slip past your underwear. “he likes me mean.” 

when megumi’s fingers find your dripping cunt, yuuji moans with you. he can barely feel the brush of the darker haired boy’s fingers through your panties and his boxers, because he’s so hyperaware of everything that he really has no choice to notice it. and you know this, you can tell. of course you can — there’s nobody that knows him better than you.

your hips rise as megumi’s fingers circle your clit, before dipping between your folds to soak his fingers with your slick, brushing against your entrance, before trailing back up to your clit. beneath you, yuuji trembles with his attempt to stay still and unmoving, eyes wide and pupils blown as he watches megumi pleasure you, all while on his lap. megumi’s fingers tease and rub, until finally, when you whine softly and lift your hips to meet his hands, he dips them inside of you, eased by how soaked you are. 

“she feels so good,” megumi gasps, lips hovering by your neck as he gazes at yuuji through half lidded eyes. “she’s tight too. bet she’d feel so good around a cock, hm?” 

yuuji’s breath hitches at megumi’s words, and he shuts his eyes tightly, head bowing in as he tries to steady and ground himself. you feel his cock twitch helplessly beneath you, and your moans dissolve into a small sigh, feeling as megumi speeds up his fingers slightly and curls them within you. 

behind you, he tuts disapprovingly, catching yuuji’s attention. “watch,” he simply commands, and it’s so adorable how yuuji listens so well, so easily, so quickly. his eyes burn into your figure, tracing your curves, the arch of your back, the way your nipples stand hard and perky, megumi’s fingers disappearing inside of you. he seems to decide to focus on that, watching with wide eyes as megumi fucks you with his fingers, sloppy and messy as your hips rise and fall and grind. mouth drying, yuuji shuts momentarily, gulping and licking his lips, while megumi’s thumb settles on your clit. 

“hngh, fuck,” you gasp, hand lowering to grasp at megumi’s wrist. he sighs against you, his breath hot on your skin, the room growing warmer and warmer by the second as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. “gonna cum, ugh, fuck.” 

by now, your moans are so shamelessly loud, music to yuuji’s ears. he’s panting with you, mesmerized by the way you react to megumi fingering you. with the latter focused on you, and you lost to your near orgasmic bliss, he manages to roll his hips slightly, upwards, barely brushing against your dripping cunt and megumi’s fingers. 

“yes, yes, cum,” megumi whispers, teeth sinking into your skin, lips sucking hotly. “make a mess of yuuji, leave him filthy and drenched in your cum.” 

yuuji chokes at his words, his thighs tensing as he fists his hands tightly. he rocks his hips up faster, desperate for any type of friction, any sort of stimulation. and he realizes then and there that he’s thankful you hadn’t stripped him bare yet, because this would be a lot worse if he didn’t have his tight boxers pressing around his dick right now.

 you’re breathlessly gasping, megumi’s thumb rubbing harshly and quickly on your clit. “fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chant, mouth falling open as your body seizes up, and finally, finally, you tip over the edge, legs shaking and spasming on either side of yuuji as you fall forward, head resting on yuuji’s shoulders. megumi’s fingers are still curled inside of you, thumb pressing against your clit, but when he pulls away, you don’t whine from the loss, you simply sigh, grinding down on yuuji. 

his boxers are now completely soaked, sticky with your cum and—

“oh my god, you came,” you gasp, chest still heaving a little, and looking between you and yuuji, staring down at his lap. your fingers reach for the hem of his boxers, pulling and peeling it off, peering inside. “you really came.” you sound a little shocked, amused, but worse of all, as if you were trying to humiliate him. it only makes his cock twitch. past the clothing barrier you see it: his cock is messy, covered in and smeared with cum, the tip pink and wet. and still, after an orgasm, it’s still fat and hard and veiny, desperate and dripping. it makes you laugh as you begin to slide off his lap, his whine so pretty, and as you take his boxers with you. he obediently lifts at his hips to allow you to pull them away, and his cock springs up, slapping against his stomach. this is your favorite part when it’s yuuji’s turn to be played with— he’s always got so much in him, so much to give. 

you giggle again as you lower yourself onto your stomach, leaning on your elbows, coming face to face with his cock. 

“’m sorry,” yuuji stutters, shuddering as he feels your fingers accidentally brush against his inner thigh. 

“s’okay!” you reassure him. “was planning on getting you to cum for me anyways. it’s fine if you got an early start.” he sighs, in relief, and then intakes a sharp breath as you shuffle closer to him. instinctively, his legs spread for you, and, now close enough, you nudge at his dick with the tip of your nose, humming out another giggle. “besides, s’not like we got anything to do for tomorrow. right, ‘gumi?” 

the glint in megumi’s eye when yuuji looks up is too mischievous for his own liking, but he’s too far gone to even think straight, just nodding dumbly when megumi confirms, “yeah, baby.”

“please,” yuuji mewls out again, vaguely, and megumi sighs, leaning forward to ruffle at yuuji’s hair. you watch the interaction with endearment. 

“gotta use your big boy words, yu,” he reminds him, tone stern. 

your boyfriend nods, as if there really is no other thought that getting fucked stupid in his brain, and adds, “please, i wanna feel good. only you—” his gaze falls to you, “—only you—” he’s heaving at his inability to manage out any words, and it’s so cute, you pull yourself closer to him, almost out of pity. you lift yourself up, one arm now resting on his thigh, the other hand reaching out to grasp at his dick. 

at the first feel of your hand wrapped around him, yuuji gasps, legs bending at the knees in shock. your strokes start slow, careful, languid, and it eases him, allows him to settle and calm down. the shackles behind him are loud as they clash as he tenses, using all his self control and will not to buck up into you. 

“yuuji,” megumi calls out for him. yuuji’s in a daze, and he blinks, megumi’s voice sounding too far away despite being right by him. it almost feels as if he’s sinking underwater. your hand around him tightens, and you lean forward, lips wrapping around the tip of his cock, and he shivers, whining. “yuuji,” megumi repeats, more sternly. his head falls back and lolls to the side, meeting megumi’s eyes. “color?”

it comes all too quick for him. “green,” he says, surely. “green, green, ugh, fuck— don’t stop, m’green.” 

you release him from your mouth, kitten licking at the slit as you laugh. “i don’t plan on stopping. not for a long while,” you tell him, as a warning, drawling out the long. he doesn’t seem to hear it. oh well. 

wrapping your lips around the head again, you suck, your hand otherwise stimulating the rest of his cock. he’s needed no lube nor no spit, already wet from his smeared cum. you can taste it on your tongue as your jaw stretches to take more of him, and the feel of him, heavy on your tongue, stretching your lips wide, your mouth stuffed with more and more of him, feels just too good that you can’t help the loud moan that tumbles out, vibrating along his dick. 

he cries out a broken yell, his hips unintentionally bucking up. it’s okay though, you want him to. it’s all part of what you want to reduce him to. 

as his cock is finally fully in your mouth, you finally feel it. the nudge of megumi’s cock against your cunt. you can feel him rubbing it along your pussy lips, smearing and mixing his precum with your arousal. god, if you’d only discovered just how messy megumi likes it earlier on. in response to him, you moan again around yuuji’s dick, legs spreading for megumi. 

“good girl,” you hear him whisper, and it almost feels like you’re in yuuji’s place. one of megumi’s hands reaches out to grope your ass, spreading you even more for him, the other guiding him inside of you. it’s incomparable to his fingers. although yuuji’s cock is much thicker, megumi’s is long and pretty, and you know this, you can feel it with how he sinks deeper, and deeper, and deeper inside of you. it feels unbelievably good to be stuffed with two cocks from either end, especially when megumi starts to move. 

he thrusts slowly, pulling out leisurely, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein along his cock as he shifts until barely the tip rests in your pussy, before pushing the head in, filling you up all over again. both his hands now rest on your ass, spreading you and kneading, massaging, at the flesh. while he fucks you, you slurp and suck on yuuji’s cock, cheeks hollowing out and hand messy and wet. above you, yuuji’s completely losing all inhibitions. he tries to fall forward, to curve and lean into you, to stuff your throat with more of his cock, but he restraints stop him. the collar tightens on his airway when he leans too forward, his arms straining and muscles aching, bulging and tensing. 

you hum appreciatively as megumi’s thrusts speed up, one of your hands reaching out to fondle and squeeze at yuuji’s heavy, tight balls while you deepthroat him. 

“hah, haah, fu— mhm— fuck.” yuuji’s a mess as you draw him closer and closer to his orgasm, all too quickly for his liking. it feels like you’re rushing it, but he can’t exactly complain, not when it feels this good. his abs tense and roll as he arches his back, throwing his head back and crying out, eyes squeezing shut. he gasps and cries and borderline sobs, legs bending at the knees again as you swallow around him and suck harshly. 

all this, combined with the rocking of your body, the creaking of the bed as megumi fucks you, and your small, tiny gasps and moans that you manage to let out with your face stuffed, quickly send him over, and he sucks in a breath sharply, his cock twitching and bobbing in your mouth as he spills down your throat. you accept it all gratefully, swallowing and trying not to gag and cough up his cum as he spills and spills and spills. god, he still has so much to give? it’s amazing. 

when you pull off of him, your head falls forward, your body now more freely rocking with the force of megumi’s thrusts. yuuji watches in fear as his cock, messy with your spit and wet, leftover cum, twitches against his at the sight of you. he’s gonna get hard again, he’s sure. it’s embarrassing, how easily aroused he is because of you. you’re gasping and panting as megumi fucks into you, his thrusts now sloppier and less practiced. he’s close, yuuji’s sure. of course he is. who could ever hold back and last long when in a cunt as tight, as warm, as wet and inviting as yours? 

“fuck, i’m so close— hngh,“ megumi gasps, moaning as he feels your cunt clench around him. “i’m gonna cum— y’feel so good,” he slurs, arms shaking as he tightens his hold on your ass, squeezing roughly. 

your arms’ strength falter and you fall, face pushed down on the mattress between yuuji’s legs. “inside,” you manage to mumble, voice muffled by the bed.

the shackles clang as yuuji struggles again. you look so good, laid out like this and pressed flat onto the mattress as megumi pushes into you once, twice, before he grunts sharply, stilling and pushing as deep as he can, arms trembling as he cums inside of you. you feel it as it fills you up, shooting inside of you, his cock pulsating against your walls. it’s a dizzying feeling, when he moves ever so slowly, fucking himself through his orgasm, the cum trickling and oozing out when the head of his cock falls out of your cunt. 

megumi grabs at it, gripping his cock tightly, as he fucks his cum back into you, and yuuji says it before thinks it. 

“sit on my face.” 

you’re grinning as you lift your head up to look at him. 

you’re not sure how many hours have passed by now. you’ve cum too many times, two only from sitting on yuuji’s face and his eager cunt eating, while megumi’s cum one additional time. yuuji, though. yuuji’s a lot worse off than either of you. or maybe better. 

since he’d asked you to sit on his face, you’d changed his position, and so, his restraints too. he lays on his back now, body slick with sweat and cum, yours, his, megumi’s, it doesn’t matter. his arms are raised up, and there’s a handcuff on each wrist, binding him to the headboard. he stills dons the collar, but this time, instead of attaching him to the headboard, a chain dangles from the singular front hook, and at each end of it are clamps, tightly pressing down on his nipples. 

he’s sore in every way, disgusting and filthy, and every part of his body hurts. but when you reach out for his cock, again, for the hundredth time, and you ask him his color, he still manages out a raspy, whiny, “green.” 

the vibrator that’s been pushed inside of him buzzes alive, and yuuji’s eyes widen, his entire body tensing up as he cries out behind a closed mouth. you reach for his cock, and his mouth falls open, his legs shaking and the handcuffs click and clang. when he throws his head back, eyes squeezing shut in pain as you grip his cock, the clamps pull at his nipples, and he keens, body attempting to curve in on itself in response to the pain. 

“aren’t you a good boy?” you coo, stroking his cock eagerly. 

one of megumi’s hands caresses the expanse of yuuji’s chest, the other fiddles with the buttons of the vibrator’s remote. “a really good boy,” he agrees with you. “like a puppy.” cocking his head and narrowing his eyes at the fucked out boy beneath him, he increases the speed of the toy inside of yuuji, watching as yuuji’s back arches up and his eyes cross, more tears leaking out. the toy is shaped in a way that constantly presses against his prostrate when fully inside of him. that, along with the fact that it vibrates, and your hand around his cock has him crying for the two of you. 

actually crying. fat tears roll down his cheeks, replacing the stain of the old ones with these fresh ones as you jerk him off. 

“puppy!” you exclaim happily, delighted with the way yuuji seems to respond so positively to the nickname. “oh, puppy, i love you.”

yuuji whines, panting desperately as his tongue lolls out. megumi’s finger trails up to his lips, his thumb lifting and pressing down on the muscle in yuuji’s mouth. “it fits him,” he decides, and you hum in agreement, jerking yuuji off faster, harder. 

his past orgasm had been dry, painfully so. yuuji had expected that to be the last of it. you’d pulled so many out of him: the bed is damp with the evidence, and his skin is sticky with it too. but still, you’d whined and pouted at him, asking him for once more. yuuji doesn’t think he can feel the rest of his body anymore, and he thinks he’s actually gone braindead. 

if megumi was asked, he’d agree in a heartbeat. 

yuuji’s mouth twitches against the press of megumi’s thumb on his tongue, but the dark haired boy only moves his thumb to replace it with his index and middle finger. he pushes deeper until his fingers tickle the entrance of yuuji’s throat, until he hears him gag. 

you thumb at the slit of yuuji’s cock, pressing down unforgivingly as yuuji gargles out, “gonna— cum— hngh.” it hadn’t taken long at all. it’s almost pathetic how quick he’d been sent over the edge, his hips rolling and thrusting up and his cock spasming in your hand as he orgasms, the clamps tugging and pulling at his nipples with every movement of his, sending shocks of pain up his spine. he’s too stupified to even consider disliking it though. and you can’t say you blame him for cumming quick, not with what you and megumi’d just put him through. the thought makes you giggle as yuuji uses your tight hand to ride out his final— hopefully— orgasm. 

mercifully, your hand falls away from his cock, and you pat his thigh lovingly as megumi slows down the vibrator. you pull it out of him slowly, mesmerized with how yuuji clamps down and clenches around it like he doesn’t want it to leave him. as you do so, megumi smoothes at his hair, slowly unclasping his nipples and removing his handcuffs, his fingers rubbing soothingly at the sore skin. “dumb little puppy,” he whispers, helping yuuji lower his arms, and moving to remove his collar. 

you laugh lightly as you crawl up along yuuji’s body, placing either hand on the mattress on either side of his face, and leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. “love you, puppy,” you whisper, sincerely, and it’s okay if he doesn’t kiss you back, lacking too much of his energy to even move an inch. you know he loves you back. 

he did just let you do all that to him, after all. 

“did you two know?” 

it’s nearly 24 hours later that yuuji’s called upon by your superiors, an impromptu mission announced. he’s glaring accusingly at you and megumi now, and you honestly can’t say you’ve ever seen megumi this amused. 

he answers for the two of you. “no, but it’s a nice coincidence,” he replies to yuuji, and the latter harshens his glare. 

he moves to lift an accustoary arm up, but winces in pain and instead, keeps at his side. “there’s no way you didn’t know!” he argues. 

you chuckle to yourself, approaching yuuji. when your hand comes up to cup his face, he relaxes, a little. he’s still radiating anger and betrayal, however. you doubt he’d let this go, ever. if not seriously, then to get back at you. and you keep that thought in mind as you comfortingly reassure him, “come on, love. this is your duty. you knew what was up when you decided to become a jujutsu sorcerer years back.”

he huffs, glare returning as his angry eyes meet your faux innocent ones. 

you roll your eyes, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, and when you do, you pause for a moment. as you steal in a breath to begin to speak, yuuji curls in on you, leaning closer to hear you. “make me proud, puppy,” you whisper by his ear. “and only then can you have your fun with me.” 

yuuji freezes, straightening up. his eyes meet megumi’s, and it’s that mischievous glint shining in them. this time, he matches him, and grins.

end note; holy shit was that long. and filthy. and long. i was gonna make it even longer and go in more depth with the smut but i was like that’s just gonna be boring lmfao hfksjs ANYWAYS i hope you guys enjoyed this!!! let me know what you think and if i should do any other poly scenarios with these two!! <3</p>

[ibijau]

“Stop borrowing flowers out of my garden to woo people who don’t even treat you right.” said by Jiang Cheng! Hm, could you make this mingcheng???

This one got away from me so it’s a tiny bit longer than the usual, oops?

The problem was that strictly speaking, it wasn’t a garden. It was just a patch of dirt on the side of a long abandoned construction project that had never been completed due to lack of funds, or embezzlement, or some other bullshit that Jiang Cheng had never cared enough about to try and find out.

It wasn’t a garden.

But Jiang Cheng had been planting flowers there, out of sheer boredom, because he lived right next door and missed the greeneries of his parents’ house. Their garden had always been gorgeous, perfectly maintained by his mother, an absolute work of art. It was the only place she seemed happy. It was the only thing Jiang Cheng missed about his old life. Those quiet moments when his mother, in a fit of good mood, took him around her garden, her one true love, and explained to him about the plants and how to best care for them. People in their circle would sometimes joke that Zu Ziyuan loved her garden more than her family.

Jiang Cheng had never found it funny. Perhaps because he knew what it was like to envy mulberry leaves for the tenderness with which Yu Ziyuan would remove caterpillars from them, when she could hardly be near her son without pushing him around.

For a while, Jiang Cheng had hated gardens. That wasn’t the whole reason why he’d moved to the city, but it had probably impacted his choice anyway. He’d wanted to get as far away from his parents’ life as he could.

But in the end, something must have run in his blood. After months of walking by that abandoned patch of dirt, Jiang Cheng had given in one day. He’d bought some bulbs and seeds, a beginner’s guide to gardening, and set out to work.

It had surprised him when flowers actually started growing. Jiang Cheng was used to failure, and his mother used to tell him he had no skill for gardening. No skill for anything really, but gardening in particular seemed to piss her off. 

But there were some wallflowers and geraniums to prove she’d been wrong about this.

About other things too, perhaps. For the time being, Jiang Cheng just clung to the gardening thing.

The entire first week after the flowers started growing, Jiang Cheng expected that whoever owned the plot of land would come to pour bleach on them. It was private property after all. But the plot appeared to be fully abandoned, and that meant Jiang Cheng was free to do as he pleased.

He got more flowers, making sure to pick varieties that were good for bees, because that would make his sister happy, if he ever got around to calling her. He also planted tomatoes, and after hesitation a few courgettes, because those grew like weeds and it wouldn’t matter if someone stole a few, or even all of them. It was the sort of things that’d make his brother happy, except he talked to him even less than to his sister, so Jiang Cheng wasn’t sure why that mattered.

What mattered was that the garden made him happy in a way he hadn’t been in a while. It gave him something to care about. To care for. Something to check on in the morning as he headed out to work, a place to spend a little time when he came home. It encouraged some of the neighbours to chat with him, when up until then they’d apparently half wondered if he was a serial killer with his constant angry face. The little old lady next door asked if she could borrow some of the vegetables growing, and gave him half the dish she made using them.

It felt like a homecooked meal, in a way the family gatherings he still occasionally attended never did.

“You should try planting daylilies,” she suggested. “Pretty and delicious, it’d be a win. My grandmother used to prepare them for us, I’m sure I can remember how to do it too.”

Jiang Cheng did as she asked, and sweet old madam Wen delivered on her promise when the flowers were ready. She invited Jiang Cheng to have lunch with him one Sunday, when her nephew and niece were there. It should have been awkward, but madam Wen was a cheerful old lady that managed to get all three of them chatting as if they’d always known each other.

Better than if they’d always known each other, in Jiang Cheng’s case.

He ended up trading phone numbers with both siblings. Not because he felt like flirting with either, as their aunt so clearly hoped for, but so he knew who to contact if something happened to the old lady. Wen Qing wasn’t very chatty, except to complain about their roommate from hell, but Wen Ning often asked for photos of the garden, and in exchange sent Jiang Cheng pictures of the dogs he got to see at the veterinary clinic where he worked.

For the first time in years, Jiang Cheng felt that things weren’t so bad.

So when one evening after work he dropped by his garden and saw a stranger in an expensive thought pacing by his courgettes, Jiang Cheng felt a familiar dread. If this was the plot’s owner, if he had come to ruin things…

Jiang Cheng rushed ahead, ready to plead his case.

Then stopped after a few steps when the man turned his way. He was handsome. Very handsome. The sort of handsome that belonged on the pages of a magazine, not in the middle of Jiang Cheng’s shitty illegal garden.

The man was also on the phone with someone, and apparently so deep in an argument that he didn’t even see Jiang Cheng just a few metres from him.

“You are the worst,” the man shouted at his phone, “and I swear I’m kicking you out this time. I will… no, don’t cry. Stop crying, it doesn’t work anymore! You…”

The handsome stranger started pacing nervously between the courgettes as whoever was on the other end of the conversation made their case.

“Listen, you are going to calm down, ok? I’m… hey, I’m bringing you flowers. How does that sound?”

He leaned down toward the daylilies, not yet picking one as he waited for the other person to reply.

“Of course real flowers. You… listen, I don’t have the energy for this. We’ll deal with it when I get home.”

The man hung up, and started tearing away Jiang Cheng’s flowers, roots and all, like a barbarian.

Jiang Cheng had always allowed everyone to take what they wanted or needed, but only if they showed some respect for his efforts.

“Stop borrowing flowers out of my garden to woo people who don’t even treat you right!” he barked, stomping toward the man.

The handsome stranger, startled, dropped the flowers.

“Your garden? What do you mean, your garden?”

“You think this got here on its own?” Jiang Cheng asked, gesturing at his garden. It wasn’t as beautiful as his mother’s, but it was his all the same and it loved his plants.

The man looked around with wide eyes, as if he hadn’t even noticed before where he was.

“Sorry, I thought they were just… wild flowers. Did you plant all of those?”

“Not the pumpkins, that’s the kids from down the streets who thought it’d be fun. And the herbs are madam Wen’s because she doesn’t like getting them from the store if she can get fresh ones. But the rest is mine.”

“Must have been a lot of work,” the man said with an admirative whistle. “I can make a cactus die of thirst, so I’m impressed, you must be really good. You’ve been at it for a while?”

“A couple months,” Jiang Cheng grumbled, refusing to let praise from a handsome man get to him. “I live next door and this place has been abandoned for ages apparently.”

“So it’s not your garden,” the stranger noted with a grin. “Well, if you’ve stolen the land, I feel less bad about stealing flowers. It’s not like you can call the cops on me.”

He bent down, ready to slaughter more flowers, so Jiang Cheng did the logical thing and pushed him to protect his daylilies. The handsome stranger fell in the dirt, which thankfully was dry and wouldn’t stain too badly. Jiang Cheng wasn’t sure he could afford to repay that suit.

“If you’re going to steal my flowers for your shitty manipulative wife, at least do it properly. Nobody wants a bouquet with roots.”

The man blinked a few times, a little disoriented after being pushed down. When he saw Jiang Cheng grab the torn daylilies and carefully cut the stems so he could replant the roots, the stranger laughed.

“You’re really passionate about this, uh,” he said, standing up and wiping the dirt from his suit. “That wasn’t my wife on the phone, by the way.”

“Your manipulative husband then,” Jiang Cheng retorted, cutting a few more flowers.

“Little brother,” the man corrected. “Apparently he got drunk last week, slept with my best friend, panicked, ghosted him, left town for five days to hide at his best friend’s house, and now he’s… ah, but you probably don’t care.”

Jiang Cheng shouldn’t care, no, but he couldn’t help laughing at the crazy story. It sounded like something right out of a shitty soap opera, or the kind of bullshit that Wei Wuxian used to pull all the time, back when he was still part of Jiang Cheng’s life.

“My brother’s the same,” Jiang Cheng said, handing out the small bouquet he’d managed to salvage. “Did you take those so he can go apologise to your friend?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure if he’s going to give them to Xichen or if he just wants to keep them to feel spoiled. I’m not sure I’ll give them to him, anyway. It’s not every day a handsome man gives me a bouquet, I’ll be tempted to keep it.”

Jiang Cheng shrugged and rolled his eyes, and absolutely did not blush like a schoolgirl being complimented by her crush.

“Just go give those to your brother. And learn to cut flowers properly, asshole.”

“If I drop by again, will you teach me?”

Jiang Cheng shrugged again and turned away, so it wouldn’t be too obvious just how red his face was. He’d have slapped himself if he could have. It was ridiculous to react so strongly. His only excuse was that the man was really, really gorgeous and had a really, really nice voice… and that it had been a long while since anyone had flirted with him, even this badly.

“Maybe I will, if I can find the time. My life’s not a fucking soap opera but I have my own stuff to do.”

“Fair enough. Well, I hope I’ll see you around. It was nice talking to you.”

Jiang Cheng shrugged, and refused to turn around to watch that too handsome man go, though he might have been slightly tempted.

He’d lost enough time to that asshole already, and the tomatoes weren’t going to water themselves.

[nat-20s]

ten donna prompt where theyve just got back from the tardis after seeing Some Shit. donna is a little shaken, and the doctor is trying to help as best he can.

sorry thi took so long lmao also i didn’t edit because this is full of FEELINGS and editing it would be Too Much anyway have fun

Donna was quiet.Donna had been quiet since she’s gotten back to the Tardis, maybeeven before then, though things had been a bit too chaotic for theDoctor to be able to accurately tell. A deep sense of wrongnesspervaded every cell of his beingas long as the air remained empty, so he tried to fill up the spacewith his own chatter. Pulling at various levers and knobs mostly todo something with the itchy sensation under his skin, he asked, “So,Donna! Where to next? Alien planet? Something historical? A nicecoffee shop? Maybe one of the ones with cats OH I love a good catcafe don’t you? Or are yu not much of a cat person? Well obviouslyyou’re not a cat person,not like those nuns, have I ever told you about those nuns, unlessyou are a cat person,just very well disguised. Donna, you’re not a secret cat person,right?”

Whenthat didn’t illicit even a “No, dumbo”but instead resulted in Donna continuing her dead-eyed stare at theconsole, The Doctor’s twohearts started to pound. Injecting a bit more false pep into hisvoice, he continued on, “ ‘Course, we don’t have topick a destination. I always like a good surprise, let the Tardis goon according to her whims. We’re sure to go somewhere excitingthen, the ol’ girl refuses to let us get bored.”

Donnasucked in a breath through her noise, turned glassy eyes towardshis, and said in a small voice,“I think I should go home.”

Small. Hervoice is small. Nopart of her should be small. Donna Noble is meant to take up space.Donna is meant to be loud and large and present andunapologetic about all of that. But her voice is small, her postureis hunched inwards, and she doesn’t exist enough in the room. TheDoctor knew what exactlyshe meant, but he had also foundthat on occasion, if he simply acted like something wasn’thappening, then it wouldn’t. It was rare, but it was worth a shot.“Right! Always good to have a break. Catch up with Wilf, hear somestories, love hisstories, maybe avoid a whole world ending disaster this time, allthat jazz! Sounds great! Molto bene!”

Donna’sbreath stuttered and a few tears spilled unbidden. She hadn’t meantto cry, she was trying really really hardnot to cry, but she supposed she couldn’t put it off forever. Voicea bit stronger but still small, too small, she replied, “ No,I mean, drop me off. Permanently. I think..I think you should findsomeone else. You’re stillgonna need someone but I don’t think that someone is me.”

“What?Why? No, wait, what? Donna,I, I suppose, I..no. Ifyou want to leave, I’ll understand, obviously, I’m not going toforce you to-”

“-Ofcourse I don’t want to.”

“Then..,”The Doctor stammered for about 30 seconds before he came up with theresponse, “what? Whywould you leave?”

Donna’svoice finally came back strong. It’s somehow worse. “Because! I’mnot enough, all right!”

“Notenough? Not enough how? Not enough for what?”

Donnagestured wildly to the room around her. “All of this! What if..whatif I was always missing things, big, grand universal things, becauseI was meant to! What if Lance, what if my own mother wasright! Maybe I’m just meant to care about, I dunno, tabloids androyal weddings and office gossip. I’m not supposed to have theuniverse in my charge! I don’t have medical knowledge or anindomitable will or an incorroptiple sense of right and wrong or anyof the things that would make me good at this! For Christ’s sake,you got hurt because I wanted to have a spa day, what kind ofcompanion is that? God, the more I think about it, the more I realizeyou can’t possibly want me here. Sure, you’ll tolerate me,because you have to, because I do that thing where I push and I pushand I push and don’t ever notice when someone’s just beingpolite, when they’re just putting up with me because I’venever given them a word in edgewise-”

Nomore comes out because Donna has started to hyperventilate. In awink, The Doctor is at her side, one of her hands wrapped in both ofhis own, and making sure that she’s looking at him. “Donna. Wejust fought off a creature with both physic and shape-shiftingabilities that are specifically meant to demoralize its targets. It’sgrueling. So these terrible thoughts,these feelings, thatyou’re having right now. I promise that they’ll pass, andI promise even more that they’re not true.”

Herbreathing slowed down, but she hardly looked any less distressed. Shewas at least able to kee speaking, throat no longer quite sotight. “That’s the thing though, it worked. What betterevidence is there that these thoughts are true than the fact that Icompletely froze. All those things had to do was look like mymother and say some of her greatest hits and I was paralyzed untilyou trapped it in an elevator shaft. What greater display is therethat I’m utterly uselesshere, just like shesaid?”

“Useless?!,”The Doctor sputteredfor a few moments if only so he wouldn’t scream. Ragingat the entirety of reality for the simple fact that his best friendcould ever feel this way about herself wasn’t going to helpmatters, but god did he want to. “Donna, nobodyis useless, least ofall you! Freezing one time doesn’t negate the fact that youobjectively put so much goodinto the universe.I’ve frozen more than that during afternoon tea. Donna, there arepeople that are alive and happy and freetoday because youshowed up and decided to help them. There are ballads and sculpturesand choirs made about youbecause you made thedeliberate choice to be kind. How many people can say that?”

“Yeah,but that’s not cause of me, is it? That’s just a side effect oftraveling with you, right? That’s what youdo, you go and helpand make things better and if someone happens to be coming along,they’re gonna get creditno matter what.”

“No,what? Not even slightly.Donna, you’ve seenme at my default, and it’s not good. Remember the Racnoss? You saidI just stood there, like a stranger, and you were right. I wouldn’thave left if you hadn’t pulled me out of there. Pompeii?I wouldn’t havelooked back. I wouldn’t have acknowledged myown daughter ifit hadn’t been for you. The good that we do is a testament to you,to how truly andincredibly brilliant you are.”

TheDoctor let go of her hand so that he could throw his own up in theair. “And, by the way, what’s this nonsenseabout me onlytolerating you?! I askedyou totravel with me. Youthink I go around offering to show the wonders of the stars toanybody? To people I onlytolerate? Forone I’m certainly not polite enough to put up with people that areonly tolerable and for twoI interrupted your weddingafter only 3 weeks because I missed you too much.What about that says tolerance?”

Theyweren’t out of the woods, but it felt like a victory nonethelesswhen Donna gave a hint ofa smile and replied,“Honestly just thought you has a thing for crashing my weddings.”

It’s teasing. That’s good.“Doing something twice hardly means you have a thingfor it. And to befair, both of those weddings needed a good crashing.”

The Doctor expected a rebuttal,at the very least a solid, “oi”. Instead, he gets a oneshouldered shrug and a “suppose so.” Less good. He decided tokeep talking. He felt like he could sing Donna’s praises for days,but he didn’t know if or when those praises would be effective.

“Andanother thing, this whole meant to be here concept. You found me.Twice. Great big grand old universe, all of time and space, infinitecosmos, and just when I’ve lost someone, just when I’vemost needed someone, thereyou were. Donna Noble, my savior.”

Donna sniffed, and scrubbed ather face with her hands, and smiled. She was coming back to herself.“Isn’t it more the other way around? Imean, you quite literally saved me less than 20 minutes again.”

“Maybewe save each other. Maybe that’s what makes this whole arrangementwork so well. I…..I know there are some things from your past thatI can’t fix, but when it comes to your future? I’m just hoping tobe in it. You are welcome to go home, I won’t stop you, but knowthat if you ever leave the Tardis, if you ever go back, that’sgoing to have to be yourchoice, because I’mgoing to fight to keep you around as long as I can.”

Donna searched his features,looking for any hints of insincerity. When she found none, she letout a deep breath, and said, “Okay. Okay.No, of course I don’twant to go home, not permanently. I believe you promised me somethingabout an intergalactically renowned adventure cruise? Let’s hitthat up and see how many hours it takes before it all goeshorrendously wrong.”

Some of the cheer in her voicewas carefully manufactured, but it was all right, because soon enoughit wouldn’t be. Soon enough, they’d be off, traveling and helpingand picking up pieces, as they do. As long as they were together andmoving forward, it would be alright.

[pangzi]

Okay how about this I’m always lookin for cpop groups to stan so why don’t you tell me about ur faves

you have no idea what you have unleashed!! but i will gladly take the offer and rant about my ult group TANGRAM i was gonna do ONER too but this post got too long and tangram was more important i tried to introduce the members but the descriptions just became random thoughts and tiny rants lmao sorry i love them a lot, i also added all songs i think and their reality shows pls love them they deserve it :( 

members: (basic member info here)

Qiu Zhixie (Frankie), oldest of the group, absolute vocal king and isn’t shy about it, parent of the group, loves his 5 children but is also done with them, language king!! his english is really good, says he also speaks spanish and japanese but there isn’t as much proof lmao, was in codename contra with yu bin, basically the perfect husband everyone wants to marry him, has tumblr???? says he doesn’t use it but we don’t believe him!! (i literally have a video of him telling me ‘tuMBLR? we doN’t uSe THat HEre!!’), songwriter!!!!!!!!!!!!!, old man and knows it but the members still wont let him forget, they bully him a lot bc they love him so much, has this one burberry shirt he wears all the time?? we lowkey want to burn it??

Lin Chaoze (Richard bc the chinese 理查德 li cha de sounds like his name), TINY GOD!!, lies about his height just like ji li but we still love him, looks tiny but is actually pretty tall wtf, dance KING!!, God of Dance Zhang Yixing even praised him!!, on ip he constantly helped people, is the reason why both tangram;s and all the teams he was ever on in ip’s choreos were that good and in sync, leader and parent of the group, also absolutely done with his children but would die for them, maotong is his favourite child and spoils him a lot, very insecure about his singing but has a beautiful voice, looks like a complete baby but on stage he… fuck god he’s so sexy on stage!, that’s why we sad off stage = chaoze, on stage = richard, really strict teacher, literally sees every little mistake it’s wild, most popular member!, really sassy and dramatic we love that!

Bei Honglin (Air) yes his english name is Air, yes he is still my ult i know he’s that powerful, aNOTHER VOCAL KING!! has a high singing voice but his speaking voice is really low?? seksi, completely underappreciated i swear to god he has like 5 fans???, the sWEETEST boy alive, cares so much about his fans he bought us ice cream in chengdu bc it was so hot sOBS, also went to make cheesecake to give it to people on his birthday event, and he and his mom bought my friend coffee when she went to see him on the airport at 5am and she was the only one there it was wild, together with zhixie he forms ΒΔΒΞ and they make food unboxing videos and theyre so funny jgklgjd, absolute sWEETEST MOST POWERFUL smile, i s2g i stanned chaoze without a doubt until bhl smiled at me ONCE and boom he was my ult wtf??, also nose crafted by the gods!! this man is perfect i swear, also i call him Jesus Oppa for reasons he would kill me if i posted said reasons, he also reads all his dms, comments and mentions on weibo and instagram!!,OH also auditioned for rap of china twice, first time he got told he doesn’t ‘look’ like a rapper?? is it bc he looks too pretty? bc he looks like an entire boyfriend??, n e way watch this stage, OH HE ALSO WRITES LYRICS FOR THEIR SONGS!!!!, super super super grateful for everything bc he knows he’s the least popular (he thought nobody was going to show up to his birthday event), crybaby (chaoze is too tbh), highkey in love with chaoze literally looks at him with heart eyes all the time, also loves his mom so much it’s so cute, i can talk about him for years so i’ll stop here pls love honglin

Li Ruotian (Kai), d e m o n, everyone’s bias wrecker, i heard he didn’t prepare anything when he auditioned so he just read a poem and got into the company???, pretty boy reading a poem exactly what banana ent needed!, he’s really really dumb and so funny wtf, his soft rap in Stay with you is the reason i am alive, lots of people end up stanning tgm just bc of this man’s face??, therefore he deserves the title visual of the group, really annoying but everyone loves him anyway, also actor!!, he’s gonna be on a period drama i think??, extra dangerous bc he has d-… dimples

Jiang Jingzuo (S???? according to this is banana lmao, we’ve decided it stands for sexy), another dance god!, also nice voice, we were all surprised he got some of ldh’s lines but god he deserves them, sweetest cheekies uwu baby, tries to looks like a cool dude but is baby, is done with everyone but also joins in their antics???, promised a love shot dance cover but i still haven’t seen it jingzuo where is it???????, also martial arts, don’t piss him off!!, made the entire room dirty during his ip intro video with his broom it was hilarious, niCE ARMS, also have i mentioned his cheeks????????, really really hot, will come for you when you least expect it 

Gao Maotong, god where do i start with this one??, baby of the group, an absolute meSS!!, super smart got like crazy high grades on his gaokao even tho he didn’t go to school since ip but just locked himself up at home to study for three months?? (that’s why a lot of recent stages are without him), guess that’s why his head is so big…, got into a super good university, so like he’s crazy smart but says he leaves his brain at home when he goes to work, so i can say he only has 1 braincell, he once licked a rock and took a frying pan everywhere???, dumbest funniest boy alive everyone loves him a lot, lies about his height too bc he’s so freaking tall??, aka his name suits him tall maotong, wants to stop growing poor baby give some of your toll to chaoze he needs it, gamer nerd, god there’s this one part where qzx bit him bc he wouldn’t stop gaming to plan their germany trip with him even though qzx was going back to taiwan soon gfkdljdf, OH uh yes he’s a rapper! and a really good dancer!!, basically every fan has adopted him, although there’s one person in his gc who says she’s his daughter lmaooo, really cute teethsies he’s really insecure about :(

Predebut they were Trainee18, there were also You Zhangjing and Lin Yanjun, they debuted with nine percent and are solo now, pls check them out bhl and qzx wrote this song for yzj and it’s amazing. Lu Dinghao left the group, i cannot explain why without ranting for 7 years + he doesn’t deserve that attention.

Songs:

Rock The Show (predebut with Trainee18), absolute BOP (lyrics, MV)

Radiant - single, debut song, basically a love song for the fans, cried when i first heard it, always makes my heart beat faster (lyrics - performance - home made MV lmao)

Focus - single, big fat bop, horrible super flashy mv (lyrics - MV - performance - dance practice (my fave tgm video))

Stay with You - single, absolutely gorgeous, might be their best song, lots of drama with the mv it was super sad i won’t add the mv, this song alwyas makes me happy tho(lyrics - performance)

Deja You - single, written for their company’s concert, the beginning is hilarious but it’s a good song (lyrics - performance)

The Painting from a Dream- super soft weird song, great to fall asleep to?? (lyrics)

Rush Forward - OST, really happy song?, didnt like it at first but now i do (lyrics)

Lyrics of love - for a charity event (lyrics - mv)

The Me Then, The Me Now - with you zhangjing, lin yanjun and my wife qiang dongyue, for their company concert (lyrics)

Lin Chaoze - Break it (lyrics - mv - performance)

Bei Honglin - Chasing Dreams OST (lyrics - mv)

Reality Shows:

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Spring in a Small Town (小城之春, 1948) by Fei Mu

The label of the greatest Chinese movie ever made given to Fei Mu’s masterpiece by the Hong Kong Film Awards Association is certainly quite an eye-catcher and serious statement. The film completed in 1948 became a crown achievement of Fei Mu who is known for 16 films he made including the first colour film in China, for his passion to theatre, brilliant mind and intelligence and capability of speaking many languages and knowing various cultures. Spring in a Small Town (小城之春) was the last film of Fei Mu’s career and one of the last Chinese films of the pre-communism epoch. Fei Mu fled to Hong Kong along with many other artists after the 1949 Chinese revolution. Unable to find common points with Chinese authorities, the director was forced to stay in Hong Kong until his death in 1951. His artistic work was doomed to be disregarded and later forgotten in China till the late 1980s when the Cultural Revolution was behind. The film has been restored by the Chinese Film Archive organization from the original negative and found it’s auditory. It has gained mass attention after 2002 re-make made by Tian Zhuangzhuang.

Nowadays, many directors and critics find it to be one of the most sophisticated and exquisite Chinese dramas in history. The comparison lines between Fei Mu and Ozu or Mizoguchi are being made constantly. Wong Kar-Wai mentioned Spring in a Small Town as one of his favourite films, while famous Zhang Yimou’s Ju Dou has some common features with a 1948 masterpiece.

The story and highly psychologically charged drama concerns loveless marriage of Zhou Yuwen portrayed by Wei Wei. Her marriage to Dai Liyan (played by Yu Shi) was arranged during the war times when she was still in love with her childhood friend Zhang (Li Wei) who also appears to be a friend of Liyan. Unaware of this marriage, Zhang arrives to visit his pal who requires medical treatment. His sickness is both a matter of depression after war and heart problems. Being very sick, he feels guilty for not being able to make his wife happy.

With the long-takes and sublime cuts of Yuwen walking up and down the remnants of the old wall looking at the city from this high point and shots of her husband blaming himself for being a burden, we see the way the drama develops. The young woman has no room for happiness, yet she gives good treatment to her husband taking care of him very well. She is frustrated with a life in the countryside far from a big city with no love and entertainment. The spring comes in this so-called small town (in fact the house where couple lives is far from any towns) with the visit of young now-doctor Zhang, as Yuwen recalls the memories of the past and confesses she still loves Zhang. It becomes clear she was forced to become the wife of Liyan while expecting Zhang to return from the long-lasting war against Japan.

The disposition in this love triangle is brilliant, not a cliche sort of thing. There is just nobody who is willing to force someone to break the relationships, all three are trying hard to keep the harmony despite their actual feelings. Yuwen at some point tells she wants to escape with Zhang but realizes she it is not so easy to leave her husband.  Zhang meanwhile responds with the old feelings which are still alive as well, but he deeply respects his friend and thinks that his wife needs more of his love and warmth. Also, we get a good glimpse into the personality of Liyan who is trying to get over his emotional drama of being physically challenged. He doesn't think of himself in this regard but wants Yuwen to be happy. We see she has never been mistreated or abused, she lives a decent bourgeoise life of former nobleman housewife. Though, this life is just loveless and boring. Coming to conclusion he won't be able to recover, Liyan starts thinking of his wife's future. Once her attraction to Zhang becomes obvious, he offers Zhang to take his wife along to the city and make her happy as there is no way for him to succeed. This is the high point of drama, as we see Liyan as a loving husband, a man of consideration, good manners and responsibility. He suffers so much that attempts to commit suicide but gets saved with precautions taken by Zhang who already had ominous premonitions, in terms of possible suicide attempt of his old friend.

Zhang takes spring along with him leaving husband and wife in a small town, he is not willing to break their bond. In the end, we see Liyan and Yuwen standing next to this old wall which symbolizes the old China, losing themselves in thoughts.

The emotional part of Spring in a Small Town is very touching and tense. The characters' personalities are quite deep and they offer for studying a set of particular features they possess. Fei Mu is eager to avoid the genre of soap opera and traditional melodrama, as he is trying to show the important moment of supreme human emotion not trying to cause pain to those who love you. The film is focused on dialogues, close-ups and avoids showing other people (not counting on Liyan's sister and servant who shows up briefly). The heroes are a little isolated from the outer world, they only have ruins around them symbolizing the psychological trauma they have suffered. For Liyan, it is about the trauma caused by war while Yuwen is traumatized by the love story with Zhang and her marriage. These traumas are obvious, but heroes deal with them, just as they manage to keep living next to the ruins.

Camera work and actor's play are very expressive. Wei Wei performance should be praised for showing the delicacy of the heroine. She is just magical, wandering around the walls in some shots like a ghost and later becoming so vivid and happy during these intimate nature walks with Zheng. Wei Wei, aged 96 now, just retired from acting recently.

The film was banned in China just because of lack of sense of showing the new times' communism triumph. Nevertheless, it can be interpreted at some point as disposition between coming death of old bourgeois China (symbolized by landowner Liyan) and new beginnings portrayed by a more powerful and strong young doctor. Yet the movie remained in oblivion for decades. It's great to know that the attention to this masterpiece has come in the time when Wei Wei was still acting. Her performance deserves appreciation, and she can be called one of the best Chinese actresses for this subtle role of Yuwen.

Spring in a Small Town is no doubt one of the finest examples of Chinese cinema classics. We are delighted to live in times when it has been restored and can be found on the Internet easily after many years of neglect.

[empty-dream]

Me watching Fate/Apocrypha ep 9

Darnic this is the 9th episode we don’t need any grail exposition anymore

Use Nazi to rob a mythical object. Sounds rad.

Does Nazi even believe in occult things in the first place?

I mean, is there even a nazi magus? They must be a colossal asshole.

Wow Zouken bleeding and writhing amongst penis worms. A very nice and precious scene.

Woow who is that mysterious person staring between fire who nonchalantly stands behind the church statue- Ha as if the foreshadowing isn’t enough already.

Darnic’s motto: Backstab everybody until nobody’s left to backstab but me

Holy grail? More like “Einzbern ideal naked bodies”

Darnic gets hammy.

BERSERKER!! SMASH!!! *swings mace down*

Shirou: “Will you come to my side?” Fran: Nah my otaku master is way better than someone with Yu-Gi-Oh-inspired hairstyle

Shakespeare: *enters dramatically* Ohoho Don’t fight me I can’t fight lol *exits dramatically*

Shirou, no means fucking no.

Shakespeare should be a narrator for every battle scenes in fate universe I’d watch that

Shirou stop dramatically unsheathing your katana this ain’t Bleach

Wow wow leaping like a squirrel

LOOK AT THAT SMUG SMILE no wonder Semiramis falls hard for him

Such lightning much wow

Jeanne no the priest ain’t on the fortress you’re going the wrong way!

Seriously if I were to ever go into battle, all I’m gonna do is fighting while whining like Astolfo

Bring a trumpet to a magic battle THAT SOUNDS SO LOUD AND ANNOYING IT OBLITERATES ENEMIES

He looks so proud of himself he’s so cute

The continuation of Bitchface Karna vs Uncle Drac

Karna apologizes for thinking Spartacus betrayed red faction. Karna understands Spartacus just goes back into his original rebel self. Karna is a fucking angel.

Karna-Atalanta teamwork is my new favorite thing

Atalanta the smug nee-san

NO ATALANTA THAT’S ACTUALLY A BAD MOVE AGAINST SPARTACUS

Wow the animation of Phoebus Catastrophe is amazing

Atalanta: I love the smell of Trifas in the morning. Except it’s night.

Achilles: “Sensei” Chiron: “Rider of Red” Me: Ouch.

It just goes to show that Chiron is indeed very mature and Achilles for all his feats is still youthful SNIFF

Meanwhile, Sieg casually ‘robs’ his former house amidst the war. And inserts existential crisis to his friends.

Not that it could ever be called his house tho

And yeah can’t deny existential crisis is also a thing to do when living

I just love everybody just jumps into conclusion that Semiramis is Caster of Red while she herself is Assassin of Red and the real Caster of Red is an useless drama king

Semiramis: Oho I just know a little bit of magecraft-THAT TURNS OUT TO BE GOD-TIER

Well she must use some magic to hold her dress on her boobs.

Astolfo is so full of magical items in store he might as well be Fate/Apocrypha equivalent of Doraemon.

I have a lot of questions regarding the spike on Semiramis’s hands. Can it be undone? Is it sharp? How does it even work? If she wants to hold Shirou is it on the way? Real god tier magecraft indeed.

Falling in front of the moon, Astolfo-style

They have so many blankets inside the castle huh

Astolfo be like “I’M A DAMN RIDER THERE IS NO WAY I’M GONNA BE HIT BY A DAMN CAR”

Somebody draw Mordred driving a tank into battlefield it’s hilarious

So Kairi’s role is pretty much drop Mordred to the battlefield, much like how a dad would drop his kid to the school. A+ parenting.

Astolfo knowing full well he is fucked but still summoning his lance anyway is such a courageous thing

Semiramis: Oh so this saint ain’t running Naruto style 24/7

OK somebody in A-1 MUST have a fetish for tying up Jeanne in chains SHOW YOURSEEELFFFF

I believe this is just an excuse to focus on her boobs eehhhhh???? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Caules you should meet the other Kotomine boy, he is a fucking superhuman.

Ah, the fun music!! Imma dance

First Folio should be called Dick Move

I don’t know anything about the actual Frankenstein literature, and not much about typemoon version of Victor Frankenstein, but to beat her just because she’s emotionless is a shit thing to do

Well to be fair she turns out having lots of emotions

I like their approach to show Fran’s thought with written words. Fitting for a Berserker with high intelligent.

Did I say dick move? Yeah dick fucking move.

FRAN OH MY GOD :’’’’((((((( I wanna hug her :((((

Look at mom Caules, immediately uses one command seal just to calm her down

He doesn’t blame her. He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t regret using such a precious command seal. He even praises her. THIS IS HOW A MASTER SHOULD BE!!

Wow Mordred using Clarent while still in her civilian outfit. So cool.

MORDRED YOU ARE THE LAST PERSON WHO SHOULD SAY THAT you led a war that ended up destroying a whole kingdom because you believed that you were qualified as king, that your father sucked and on top of that you just wanted so badly to be recognized by your father. IF SIEGFRIED IS AN IDIOT THEN SO ARE YOU.

HOLY CRAP ASTOLFO GETS MAD

ASTOLFO I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR DEFENDING SIEGFRIED AND CALLING MORDRED DELIQUENT

Semiramis watching Jeanne: “Seriously why my master pays too much attention on this girl”

DISAPPEAR, HOLY MAIDEN OR WHATEVER is my new favorite trash talk.

Wow did she just full on nuke Jeanne hell hath no fury indeed

Semiramis: “How’s that, bitch?” Jeanne: “Ha, nice try, bitch.” Semiramis: “This bitch..!”

So the girlfriend tries to nuke Jeanne with ancient flying fortress and now the boyfriend tries to nuke Jeanne with servant bomb. Truly a match in heaven.

Darnic gets hammy, again.

Sieg: “YO BOI LET ME SHOW YOU I’M THE REAL PROTAGONIST HERE!!!“

I think they try hard to make awesome action scenes in this episode. Choreography is great. But in exchange, faces go ‘nyooomm’ a lot

So Jeanne suddenly stops doing naruto run and the main battle music isn’t played in this episode did someone from A-1 read my snarky comments last week???

NEXT: maybe some drama bomb will be dropped…

[haidas-anxiety]

Olympics - Where Universal Brotherhood, Patriotism and Individual Accomplishment Meld

"The Olympics are the place all inclusive fellowship, wild nationalism and individual achievement merge making the ideal microcosm of the world"

The cutting edge Olympic Games, where most of the nations of the world meet like clockwork now, it used to be at regular intervals, is a microcosm of the world. It draws out the best in us: the competitors, the onlookers and the nations of the world... who truly progressed toward becoming members in the 'more prominent' occasion. We as a whole set our disparities aside as we are associated with this astonishing worldwide occasion, while in the meantime showing our most profound devoted sentiments and individual best endeavors as competitors.

At the point when Sean White shows his most current boarding trap in Torino or Vancouver, the young of the world is entranced. At the point when an obscure luger from Georgia, Nodar (Kumaritashvili ), with a last name that nobody can articulate, bites the dust by and by the evening before the opening services of the Vancouver Olympics the whole world, particularly the whole Olympic athletic network, grieves. Or then again when Canadian Joannie Rochette loses her mom at the Olympics two days before her occasion, because of an enormous heart assault, the whole world heaves. Joannie chose to forge ahead and skate to pay tribute to her mom, who was her most noteworthy fan. She skated her own best and did not split her diversion face until her stage one bronze short-skate execution was finished, after which everybody cried with her. She eventually brought home the bronze decoration, finishing her exhibition with a kiss as her eyes were raised on high to the sky, to a tune of acclaim.

Idle Heroes Events (Guides and Sneak Peeks) - Idle Heroes Pro

In 2003 preceding the Beijing Olympics, when Kim Collins dashed to a shocking triumph in the 100 meters at the World Championships, a great many people had no clue which nation the letters SKN represented. Collins, from the Caribbean island country of St. Kitts and Nevis, said his triumph was "the greatest thing" to occur since his nation with a populace of under 40,000 picked up their autonomy in 1983.

The Olympics are the one spot where you don't need to be from a rich or amazing nation, an affluent family or a major or surely understood country to be dealt with similarly and have a similar opportunity to win. Furthermore, for some, similar to Collins, their accomplishments add to their nation's national character and help put it on the guide for the travel industry or for others help the world see a milder side of a super power like when America's Dan Jansen fell subsequent to committing his skate to his sister Jane, who passed on of disease before in the day, to finish up falling and disintegrating into tears. Dan won that Gold six years after the fact and took his triumph lap holding his one-year-old girl named Jane... for his sister.

As Australian Prime Minister Kevin Rudd has noted: "When the world takes a gander at Australia, such a large amount of their picture of Australia is formed by what our sportsmen and ladies have done on the field of game, including the Olympic games" and what the world saw of our nation as the Australian's facilitated the Olympic Games.

At the point when Tanzanian long distance runner John Stephen Akhwari hauled his harmed leg to complete last with a period of four hours 30 minutes in the long distance race in the Mexico City Games in 1968, he got warm praise and cheers from a group that stayed and sat tight for him to wrap up. "My nation did not send me to Mexico City to begin the race. They sent me to complete," said Akhwari, at that point 30. Regardless of completing last, Akhwari ended up a standout amongst the most essential figures in Olympic history and was respected as a national legend by his nation in 1983.

National pride is instilled in each competitor and each amusement or occasion, yet so is sympathy for individual competitors from everywhere throughout the world. Throughout the years the world saw how Japanese volleyball fans thundered for their national group and how the Italians grieved their football crew's misfortune on home soil. We have seen Canadian powerhouse in soccer crushed by far American group and the most loved beaten by less evaluated competitors, even from their very own group.

What's more, as Olympic preparing, in a consistently contracting world, has changed and covers to an ever increasing extent, we see genuine kinships and satisfaction for individual competitors that are the two companions and contenders like between the Canadian and American ice moving Gold and Silver medalists, separately, who share mentors and practice ice. What's more, again as now mentor Brian Orser, who the Gold dependably escaped as a skater, viewed Kim Yu-Na become the dominant Queen as she accepting Gold as the primary South Korean to ever win a figure skating award.

Now and again it has been the host nations that were as much the story as the competitors. There were the Hitler Olympics (Summer and Winter 1936) that enabled a psycho to utilize them for promulgation. And after that in 1972 Germany got her opportunity to make up for herself with the Munich Olympics where Jewish-American Mark Spitz took a remarkable seven Gold decorations yet his achievements were amusingly upstaged by the slaughter of eleven Israeli competitors by an aggressor Palestinian gathering. There were the war years (1916 Summer, 1940 Summer and Winter, and 1944 Summer and Winter) that made the recreations be dropped totally and the 1980 Moscow Olympics that were boycotted by the United States and subsidiary nations including Japan, West Germany, China, the Philippines and Canada, which at that point caused the blacklist of 1984 Los Angeles Summer Games by Moscow and partners, 14 Eastern Bloc nations and partners including the Soviet Union, Cuba and East Germany (yet not Romania). Furthermore, there were the on-going doping and medication upgrading outrages of the Eastern Bloc competitors under their impact by the Soviet Union. Furthermore, more as of late there were the pre-Beijing grievances of human and every living creature's common sense entitlement infringement. In any case, the Olympic fire clearly touched off the Chinese individuals' adoration for their country and a large number of them rioted after abroad endeavors to upset, or even harm the Olympic light hand-off at an early stage, in addition to for in any event 17 days the Chinese government knew and freely ceased from a considerable lot of their practices against human and every living creature's common sense entitlement. At last the network of countries and the general population of the world rose over the shadows.

Furthermore, recollect the 2002 Winter Games opening in Salt Lake City? A worn out U.S. banner recuperated from the seething remains of the World Trade Center was shown as President George W. Bramble announced the Games' opened for a "glad, decided and appreciative country". The core of the world was with them. It was the U.S. message to the world: Americans love their nation as they remained in the shadows of the September eleventh catastrophe, and the world should stand joined to advance basic goals and trust in harmony.

In any case, at last it is the names and exhibitions of the competitors like: Sarah Hughes, Franz Klammer, Dick Button, Jean-Claude Killy, Bonnie Blair, Bjorn Dahlie, Nadia Comaneci, Usain Bolt, Eric Heiden, Hermann Meir, Peggy Flemming, Steven Bradley, Carl Lewis, Dorothy Hamel, Jesse Owens, Scott Hamilton, America's Miracle on Ice Hockey Team and the rundown continues endlessly that make the diversions and add to the living soul of the Olympics. Despite the fact that Michael Phelps is commonly viewed as the best Olympian, it is difficult to gather a rundown of the best. There are such a significant number of elements. Furthermore, it is difficult to look at the competitors of the early Games against the experts of the cutting edge time.

Times of genuine emergency draw out the best in each one of us, the general population of the world, yet the Olympic Games are the one occasion that for in any event once at regular intervals draws out the best in humanity without an emergency. There is an extraordinary story of the air terminal and town of Gander in Newfoundland who permitted just about 200 inbound American flights to arrive at their airplane terminal, after the airspace was shut over the United States without precedent for its history inside hours after 9/11. In any case, the 4-days that pursued and the astounding neighborliness of the general population of Gander is the genuine story, and it is that embodiment that develops without the emergency, through the Olympic Games.

It takes substantially more than enthusiasm and aspiration to have fruitful Games. It is imperative to demonstrate full regard to all competitors - to sparkling stars like Michael Phelps and Anton Apolo Ohno or the individuals who absolutely continue on like Akhwari or the Cool Running Team from Jamaica, just as to the nations and societies of the world they originate from, to the onlookers who come to grasp the diversions, to the Olympic soul itself, and to every one of the individuals who have contended previously. It is an almost negligible difference between adoration for nation, individual desire and at any rate for 17-days at regular intervals, world solidarity. Be that as it may, sitting together as a family and viewing the Olympics with your youngsters can be one of the best shared encounters a family can have including exercises and motivation without an immediate word regularly being said.

[ibijau]

Worst engagement AU // on AO3

Nie Huaisang finds it's nice to have people who enjoy his company

(Part of this chapter had already been posted a while back for an ask about how the Jiang boys views nhs’s engagement. I’ve added to it and touched it up to fit the rest)

warning for canon typical underage drinking

It was so nerve wracking to stand up to Lan Xichen that as soon as he is out of view of his fiancé’s house, Nie Huaisang breaks into tears. He can’t decide if he regrets speaking so bluntly or not. He half wants to run back and go tell Lan Xichen he’s sorry, that he shouldn’t have said this, that he’ll be good again, that he’ll do his best.

He doesn’t.

He  can’t . As he’s said, he’s tried that already and it was miserable. Everything good he’s gotten in life, he got by being bold and not caring for consequences. Everything from his dear nightingale, to Lan Wangji’s good opinion, and now the company of Jiang Wanyin and Wei Wuxian he got by doing what he wasn’t supposed to do.

He can’t grovel in front of Lan Xichen. Not now, and not ever again. Even if he’s crying now, even if he cries after every time they meet, as long as he stands strong in front of Lan Xichen then everything is fine. Besides, even if he’s sure that his behaviour will be reported to Lan Qiren and he will get a scolding for it, it was all worth it for the shock on Lan Xichen’s face. Just thinking back on it is enough to make Nie Huaisang chuckle through his tears.

Once he manages to calm down, Nie Huaisang dries the traces of his crying with his sleeves, puts on a smile, and returns to his cabin.

It’s a bit of a shock to find that Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian really stayed there and waited for him. Nie Huaisang assumed they would just return to their own cabin. Instead Wei Wuxian grins at him as if he’s truly happy to see him and waves his hand at him.

“We were starting to wonder if we should go rescue you!”

Nie Huaisang snorts as he closes the door behind him, but feels his heart beat a little faster. This is… nice. It might be selfish, but he likes the idea of his company being wanted.

“Wei gongzi, it was just a talk with my fiancé,” Nie Huaisang protests with a smile. “I was quite fine. We’ve decided that we should meet every so often, now that things are getting more concrete. He’ll be of age in just two years after all, and we might marry soon after.”

“Were you really fine?” Jiang Cheng asks, scowling at him. It seems that just his normal expression most of the time, so Nie Huaisang tries not to take it personally. At the same time, his eyes are probably a little red still from crying, so maybe Jiang Cheng is worried.

Nie Huaisang decides to laugh it off.

“Why wouldn’t I be? It really was just a small chat. But let’s talk about something more fun now, right?”

They don’t insist, but as they start discussing again an expedition to nearby Gusu to buy forbidden contraband to make their stay in the Cloud Recesses more fun, Nie Huaisang feels that everyone looks at him a little too much. He tells himself it’s just because he’s the only one who has really visited Gusu before while the others just passed through it on their way here (though Wei Wuxian did still manage to spot several interesting shops) but it might also be that he failed to hide how upset that chat with lan Xichen made him. He’ll have to hide it better in the future. 

There’s no way of being sure that they’ll all leave him behind if they realise he’s not naturally as daring and bold as them, but it’s not a risk he wants to take.

  After dinner that evening (boring, disgusting, bitter… Nie Huaisang is going to starve when he comes to live here permanently) and as they start heading back toward their cabins, Wei Wuxian grabs Nie Huaisang by the elbow and pulls him away from the other guest disciples. He’s grinning in a way that, in only a few days, Nie Huaisang has learned means he has a very awful idea to share.

“Nie gongzi, let’s trade tonight,” Wei Wuxian offers in a whisper. “We send our disciples to your cabin, and you come to ours for a bit of fun with me and Jiang Cheng.”

That breaks a number of rules, of course, and Nie Huaisang is already waiting for the fallout of his chat with lan Xichen.

“I’m not sure…”

“I am. Come on, it’ll be fun! Just bring some of those prints you’ve mentioned, alright?”

Nie Huaisang grins and gives in. Apparently, Sect Leader Jiang’s wife is a very strict woman, so it is nearly impossible for Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng to get their hands on that sort of pictures, and they get badly punished if any are found in their things. Finding release outside of dual cultivation is supposedly bad for the flow of spiritual energy, and madam Yu takes these things very seriously, especially with her son.

It makes Nie Huaisang very glad that he has so little spiritual energy himself. He can waste it if he likes, it won’t make much difference. 

With this plan agreed on, they go to their separate cabins to prepare for the night. Nie Huaisang companions don’t seem too upset that the Jiang disciples are being dumped on them. If anything, they seem as excited by the perspective of an evening without their young master as Nie Huaisang is. It’s likely that both cabins will end up doing the same sort of things, drinking and looking at forbidden pictures, but at least this way young masters and disciples can all pretend that nothing inappropriate happened. As soon as he has everything he needs, Nie Huaisang leaves the cabin and heads for the Jiangs’ one.

It is impossibly thrilling to sit down with Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian, past curfew (forbidden), ready to spend the night in their cabin (forbidden), with some wine and those artful prints (both  extremely forbidden). They’re all three sitting on blankets that they threw on the floor. Well, Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng are sitting, still clinging to some vague illusion of propriety, while Wei Wuxian is lounging without a care in the world, refilling everyone’s cup with wine as often as necessary.

Giving up on being good is the best idea that Nie Huaisang has ever had in his life, and he’s so glad he’s found people ready to encourage him on the path to fun. Getting to meet these two makes it almost worth the annoyance of another year in the proximity of Lan Xichen. If not for the weekly meetings ordered by Lan Qiren, then Nie Huaisang would be quite happy with this situation.

When Wei Wuxian reveals that along with the wine, he managed to smuggle in some candies, Nie Huaisang decides that this is worth putting up with Lan Xichen. This is going to be the very best year of his life.

That sentiment lasts until the second cup of wine.

“So, you and Lan Xichen really don’t get along, uh?” Wei Wuxian asks.

Instantly, Nie Huaisang tenses. Well, he should have guessed. It’s never about him. And they were there when Lan Xichen came to pick him up for that stupid meeting they’re supposed to have, and Nie Huaisang didn’t think to hide his annoyance, and it must have been obvious that he cried, and now Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian will realise they can’t reach Lan Xichen through him, and…

“You can never trust the nice ones,” Jiang Cheng grumbles. “The better the reputation, the worst they act in private. It’s the same with Jin Zixuan honestly. He acts all high and mighty around adults, but when there’s nobody to see he’s a pest.”

Nie Huaisang chuckles nervously and reaches for his fan, although he doesn’t open it yet. “Right. Your sister too is engaged, uh? To Jin Zixuan… I mean, at least he’s not too ugly, and he has good cultivation.”

Both Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian groan in annoyance.

“Shijie says the same!” Wei Wuxian complains, nearly spilling his wine. “She’s always trying to defend him, even though he made her cry last time he came to visit. He said she needed to improve her cultivation before they got married or it’d be embarrassing him. Can you believe that?”

“Peacock,” Jiang Cheng hisses. “Like he deserves her anyway.”

Nie Huaisang nods, and feels himself relax a little though he still fidgets with his fan.

“It’s not like she can help it,” he says carefully. “I’ve not met her, but Mingjue says whenever he came to Lotus Piers, she gave him the impression of a very nice girl, very polite. And he’s not the sort to just say something nice without meaning it.”

That, it turns out, is the best thing Nie Huaisang could ever have said. The instant they hear their sister praised, the other two beam at him as if he’s just told them they’ve reached immortality.

“Your brother is a man of great tastes,” Wei Wuxian proclaims, downing another cup of wine. “You know what? We should work on breaking the engagement between Shijie and that peacock, and see if she can’t marry your brother instead. That way she’ll get a good husband, and your sect gets a good alliance, and so you don’t need to marry some stuffy old Lan kid!”

“Wei gongzi, don’t go tempting me,” Nie Huaisang sighs. “I can’t start dreaming like that!”

Wei Wuxian laughs, and pour some more wine for all of them while Jiang Cheng, by far the one who’s had the least to drink, watches Nie Huaisang like a hawk.

“So it’s not just an impression, you don’t get along with Lan Xichen,” he says. “We’d heard some of the disciples who came here last year say it, but I figured maybe they just misunderstood.”

Nie Huaisang hesitates. This alliance between Qinghe Nie and Gusu Lan is important, and while Yunmeng Jiang is friendly now, they have their own alliance with Lanling Jin, who in turn everyone knows would never have the guts to turn against Qishan Wen. It’s important to make it look like Qinghe and Gusu have strong links, it’s important to make it seem like his future marriage is as certain as the rising sun and the winter snows.

If it ever reaches Nie Mingjue’s ears, Nie Huaisang will blame the wine. But he’s decided already that he was done pretending, and for this too he can take a leap of faith, show a little courage. Politics are politics but he likes Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian, who seem to like him back and… and it’d be nice to be pitied a little.

“Your sister isn’t the only one whose cultivation is deemed unsatisfactory,” he admits. “And of course, Lan gongzi isn’t wrong about me. I don’t have a great cultivation level.”

“But you have great porn,” Wei Wuxian retorts, as if somehow, that compensates the rest. “And you’re pretty fun to have around.”

“We wouldn’t have invited someone like Lan Xichen to come here,” Jiang Cheng agrees with a huff, as if it annoys him to admit that some people don’t, well, annoy him. “He’s got a good reputation for sure, and everyone admires him, but he doesn’t sound like someone you’d want to be friends with.”

Nie Huaisang grins, and sips on his wine to hide how giddy he is.

He’s really going to enjoy becoming friends with those two over the months to come.