#so the fact he can’t answer directly just 💀💀

[darlingod]

Cardan @ Taryn: tell your sister to back out of the tournament

Jude: scared bitch?

Cardan: hey itS NOT FOR MORTALS—

[acapelladitty]

Edward Nygma/Female Reader: Surveillance

Summary - Edward 'catches' you enjoying some 'self-love' (as those tiktok people are apparently calling it these days 💀).

As always, it's impossible to hide anything from Edward and as his voice rings out across the speaker which is situated up in the corner of his workspace you feel an immediate flush of arousal as your fingers slip free of your aching cunt.

“Tut. Tut. Tut. Pleasuring yourself on my couch?”

‘Caught’ as hell, you startle as a soft vibration alights on your chest and you glance down to your phone to see it ringing with a familiar number. Answering, you immediately put the phone on loudspeaker as you drop it between your tits once again.

“Hello, Eddie.”

“Do not ‘hello Eddie’ me,” Edward’s voice rings out, “not when you are debasing yourself on my expensive couch and attempting to divert me from my work.”

“I was not.” You lie. “I completely forgot that the western camera faces directly onto this sofa.”

"The video feed doesn't tell lies. You should know better by now." He scolded playfully, the anger in his tone not nearly enough to cover the smug arousal.

“Hey, I was just lying here…thinking.” Your fingers trail back down your dark tank top, past the phone, as they make the slow return journey to their original destination. “Thinking about this man I know.”

Sounding a little more strained that he had previously as he clearly watches your fingers tease along your pubic mound, Edward can’t help but buy into your little game. “Oh?”

Circling your finger around your clit in soft, gentle movements, it sparks a sigh in your tone as you continue. “Mmm-hmm. I think he’s very handsome and so smart that it makes me want to fuck his brains out.”

An interesting sound, almost like a zip being pulled down, slips through the phone and a wide grin tugs at your lips as you know you have him as you continue with a pout.

“I wish he was here.”

“And what – ah – what would you want him to do if he was?”

“I’d want him to tell me what to do.” You challenge, looking up directly into the surveillance camera as you wipe your wet fingers along your inner thigh invitingly.

Taking the bait, Edward’s smug voice came through a little rough – deepened by his obvious arousal – as he settled into his role.

“Would you want him to tell you to fill yourself with as many fingers as your wanton little body could handle?”

Thrusting two fingers within your cunt, the sudden fullness makes you moan as you rub the fingers along your walls, seeking out those little areas which send sparks flying down your spine. You feel warm and wet, your hole making obscenely damp noises as your fingers continue to follow his instructions, stretching yourself out deliciously at his command.

“For being such a good girl I think he would tell you to tease your clit, just enough to make you remember how good he is at massaging it with his tongue.”

A groan slips free of your lips as you do exact that, rubbing the pad of your finger across the sensitive nub gently – picturing his mouth wrapped around it as he flicked his tongue and sucked at it until your legs were numb from overstimulation.

“I’d also,” you pant out through your bitten moans, “like to know what he was doing. If he was stroking along his hard cock, wishing that it was disappearing between my lips as I knelt between his legs.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’s enjoying himself just as much as you are.” Edward purred through the phone and you can imagine him sitting, cock in hand, as his face is pressed as closely to the surveillance monitor as possible. “In fact, I think he would pay you a visit when he was finished stroking himself off to the sight of your wicked little games.”

A bright smile sparking across your lips as your clit throbs in anticipation, you spread your lips with your fingers as you showcase exactly what he’ll be able to enjoy if he joins you.

“In that case," you purr back, “I suppose I’ll just continue to sit here and warm myself up until my prince in green armour arrives to give me what I’m needing.”

The phone hangs up and you give a throaty giggle as you drop it off to the side of the sofa.

All according to plan.

[accio-victuuri]

EXPLAINED : WANG YIBO IS DESPERATELY ILLITERATE???

On a normal day and considering what’s been going on for years & years, I wouldn’t want to address any negative press about Yibo. I would rather spread positive news and showcase his talents but i’m making an exception on this one. I am writing this as a Yibo fan who has watched a lot of his interviews and shows and feel like I have a good sense of what type of person he is. A fan who is sick and tired of people using the fact that he doesn’t have a college degree against him. There is really nothing that disgusts me more than those who feel superior just because they have a piece of paper. I accept people’s criticism of him but this is obviously beyond that so I wanna talk about it.

Sadly, he is at a disadvantage as casual people will only see a cut video or a certain post and will tend to run with it. add the fact that the general public don’t have much good point of view towards celebrities. I’m not going to discuss the alleged attack from yyxq’s side or the fan war going on cause that’s just too messy. and well, organized black propaganda is expected cause everyone can’t fuckin comprehend how Yibo is embarrassing everyone else with how good he is at acting and making money for companies that invest on him.

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I thought this was gonna pass naturally but today “Beijing Youth Daily” shared the article called : can the desperate illiterate perform well?

The reason is that the lead actor of a Chinese New Year film was interviewed during a road show. When asked about his impressions of the work and the characters, he didn’t know what to do. Netizens dubbed him “desperately illiterate”.

This first paragraph clearly talks about WYB and the incident at one of HB’s roadshows. This is the whole article and it goes on to talk about literacy in terms of being an actor and all that, trying to make their article into a legitimate thinking piece. Take note that WYB is not the only one “mentioned” here but the title and the intro is about Yibo so he is at the center of it.

In fact, "illiteracy" in this context does not mean to engage in academic discrimination. We all know that there are specializations in the art industry, and the level of education and professional ability are not necessarily directly linked. The "illiterate actors" that everyone refers to often refer to those actors with low cultural reserves, empty heads, incomprehensible scripts, and incomprehensible characters.

This has been going around weeks ago but today, there were lots of verified accounts sharing it. I’m seeing talks of this is a fake account, organized verified entertainment accounts reposting or whatever, it doesn’t matter. the point is — this is out there. People have read it. Some have talked about it. I would have loved to see them actually name Yibo if they are really so brave, but I guess not really. They can only hide in their accounts like the cowards they truly are. This should come as no surprise, trending today of all days because it was officially announced that HB’s cinema run will be extended. Also that HB is at the #2 spot with only a meager 7% of the slots. It’s only a matter of time before HB overtakes everyone and that’s bad news for a lot of people. Also HB will be released in North America this week.

Coincidence? I think not. We all know what’s going on here. 💀💀💀

Now let’s see the Q&A portion that sparked this talk of illiteracy:

Q: In another time and space, if you met Mr. Ye, what would you say to him?

Wang Yibo: "Are you asking what will I say when I meet the character? First of all, I think this question is meaningless. I don't want to say anything, and we won't meet."

Q: Yibo, who is Mr. Ye in your mind? Do you think you shaped him and wanted to show him to the audience, what do you think is the most difficult thing about him?

Wang Yibo : In fact, I really don’t know how to answer this question ..

( He tries to answer this but the host and CE end up speaking in behalf of him )

As a Yibo fan, this kind of answer is not new to me. This is not the first person on a Q&A that Yibo has shut down if he doesn’t like to answer. He’s always been honest, sometimes, painfully so and may be misinterpreted by those who don’t know him. I can explain that he’s already tired of all the roadshows or the question itself was too much etc etc but as i said in the beginning, I CAN ACCEPT CRITICISM. I understand why certain people was put off by this answer. Especially if this your first exposure to him after hearing about Hidden Blade or watching it. There is nothing more that I wish for Yibo, than to be appreciated by the General Public and his popularity to extend to more than just his fans. I wanna say that this may be a learning experience for Yibo. This is his first roadshow experience. Promoting a movie is totally different from what he did with Dramas. He has two more movies, and I hope he will be more prepared. The Yibo i know and support will not be screaming and playing the victim because of this, he would learn from it and bounce back. He will be better.

What I can’t accept are the people who obviously are insulting his whole being because of this 1 thing. Don’t mind all the good things he said in other cities or other times — let’s just rally behind this and attack him. The thing is, they don’t have much negative things to say about his performance in the film or how it’s doing in the box office so they will find something to make him look bad. and this is it. It’s also too much to say that he is ILLITERATE. I don’t think someone who is illiterate can host, memorize/choreograph dances, memorize scripts, be considered a language genius, act scenes, understand directions from directors etc.

It’s so unfair cause there are people like Yibo who need time to articulate their thoughts. Or those who prefer to reply in shorter sentences. It doesn’t mean they are illiterate. they are not stupid. All the comments saying “of course he is, he didn’t graduate college..” not only on weibo but on international platforms. It’s always what they say. I wonder if they actually believe it and like how do you sleep at night with that poison in your head? It’s not like Yibo chose to not go to college cause he’s lazy. He had work to do. He had a career that will leave no time to focus on studying. He is clearly not stupid cause he got high marks while studying in Korea. It’s so ironic, especially those people in China who are saying this cause they know a college degree does not even guarantee them employment. Even a Tsinghua University graduate will end up as a tutor just to make ends meet. It’s the same thing all across the board — A College Diploma alone does not guarantee success. but of course people will just happily insult him and it’s fine, at the end of the day, Yibo is thriving and will continue to do so.

The next coming months, as BTF & One/Only gets released, expect more attacks. I hope we don’t get distracted and just let the positive be louder than the negative. 🙏🏼

To the people behind the scenes working to bring Yibo down, well, I hope they turn purple in anger cause this is only the start of his success.

[thehistoriangirl]

Hi how are you ? Can you please write an imagine with Jayce where he is in love with another councilor but who is quite different from the others, she is very intelligent she spends a lot of time reading, she is quite shy so she doesn’t speak much but every time she does it it’s to make a very specific remark that people hadn’t necessarily thought of

Hello! I'm fine, thank you <3 I hope you're alright too

Sorry I took a while. I was Googling what an imagine is (because I'm a boomer's soul), but I'm very bad at condensing information, so I made a fic aaand... I went a lil bit overboard.

It's my first request so I hope you like it :) [also warning because the title is terrible 💀💀 ]

Taciturn Artifice

Jayce x Fem!Reader----2.2K----SFW but a bit suggestive at the end

Tags: Crushes| Fluff| Canon divergence| I tried to make Reader as smart as my IQ makes it possible | Use of y/n| This is the most wholesome fic I've written lol|

Jayce saw you for the first time in his trial. It would have been a lie, however, to say he noticed you right away. In the dark room, his attention was focused on Councilor Medarda, his former role model, Professor Heimerdinger, and his patron, Councilor Kiramman. However, his eyes were driven to the figure leaning against her elbows, checking the papers in front of her with the dim light that framed him when you said, with a firm, as-a-matter-of-fact tone:

“I don’t consider banishment to be an appropriate punishment. Unless you wish to inflict a domino effect into every young inventor enrolled in the Academy that got an inclination for the unconventional.” She wasn't looking at any Councilor, nor the public, even if the rest were suddenly surprised by her intervention. "From what I understand, the accident that occurred in the Kiramman’s atelier wasn't caused directly by him. What drives us to assume we wouldn't be aware of his experimentations until…" her voice faded while she looked at the papers, "Mr. Talis, could present his breakthrough.”

“I don’t understand where you want to go with that argument, Councilor.”

You sighed, facing the Councilor that interrupted. "What I mean is that his experiments weren't dangerous until now. It was an accident. Banish him would only threaten other inventors in their desires to create something that could change radically the technological progress in our city.”

Jayce saw Mel press her eyebrows together slightly, considering your words.

“We can’t let this matter pass. Piltover was founded to escape the warmongering of mages.”

You shrugged. “We’re not Demacia." Did he hear you mumble that? Perhaps he was hearing things.

But you didn’t say anything out loud again before the Council voted for him to be expelled from the Academy or be banished, with your hand raised at last deciding his fate to a not-so-grim end.

Only when the trial ended, and Jayce was free to go with his mother, did you dare to look at him with dropped eyes and lips tighten on a fine line. Was that... sadness?

When he was leaving, he heard you saying: “Please evacuate the room, the trial is over. We call a private meeting with the Sheriff.”

Hours later, Mel Medarda and you discovered both Viktor and Jayce sneaking inside Heimerdinger’s lab. After Mel left to distract the guard, you lingered for just a few seconds.

“Good luck,” you muttered, voice cold and breathy. “You’re going to need it.”

After the breakthrough, with the blue light emanating from the laboratory, and even despite him floating in the air, the sight of your absence in such an important event made him feel like a tiny weight established inside his chest.

*~*~*~*

It was a long time before he could meet you again, even if sometimes Mel Medarda talked about you. Hextech was sponsored mainly by her, but sometimes your name was scribbled in the paperwork Jayce revised during lunchtime.

Jayce used the times Viktor and he were called to Council meetings to answer questions about prototypes and progress in Hextech to learn more about your reserved behavior. A notebook, scattered papers, or a book always was in front of your seat at the Council. In most of them you kept quiet until another Councilor—Mel Medarda, usually—asked you a question or your insight.

Only through her, Cassandra Kiramman, and Heimerdinger he could be familiar with a partial image of your life. You were the daughter of a merchant family lineage, just like Mel, you were designated to protect and enhance the family's fortune through sponsorships of new inventions and new commercial deals. But part of your fortune was poured into independent, personal research.

You were elected as a Councilor despite your young age because of your quick wit. Mel allied with you because both complemented perfectly. She, with her outspoken, charming personality convinced almost everybody in the room. You were her magic card, ending arguments with sharp ideas enveloped in a soft, distant voice.

“When you're a quiet person, the weight of your words becomes heavier once you said them," Mel confessed Jayce once. “Even if y/n doesn’t talk that much, when she does, everyone must listen, because she’s about to say something relevant.”

Every time he saw you again, he found himself waiting for you to speak. So, he began to pick on Mel's trick and ask you directly.

Jayce was waiting for the Councilors to leave the main room outside the hall, seeing you were ordering several pages covering your seat at the roundish meeting table. When you went out into the corridor, Jayce straightened his spine and approached you.

“Hello, Councilor. I was wondering if you could give me your insight about an urgent matter? I would appreciate it." The sudden attention made your eyes widen as if you never thought he would ask you something. He found it cute.

“Me?” He nodded, and you squeezed harder the papers in your hands. “If you wish to, then alright.”

“Professor Heimerdinger said it isn't safe to show the new prototypes of Hextech this Progress Day. He thinks it's necessary to wait more time to present them to the public, but I think we can solve the safety problem before Progress Day.”

“And?” you asked, peeking at how his hands flew, gesturing while talking.

“Do you mind if I ask you to see the prototypes and give us feedback? I think a second opinion would be highly desired.”

You blinked. “I didn’t enroll at the Academy. I’m afraid to say that I’m no expert in the matter.”

“Much better, then. You don’t have a bias that could sometimes cloud judgment."

You didn’t say anything during some seconds in which Jayce thought you were hearing his frenetic heartbeat in the middle of the empty hallway.

“Let’s go.”

In the lab, a doubtful Viktor and an overexcited Jayce gave you the same speech they prepared for Heimerdinger. When it was over, you tilted your head slightly, simply saying: “Why not put a lock in them?"

“Pardon?”

“Yes. The problem is that the gemstone could be used to power any artifact that could use a specific combination of runes. But if you built a closure spell within the runes that made the artifact work, then the gemstone could not be extracted, avoiding any misuse.”

Both scientists looked at each other, bobbing their heads, hands extended, and speechless.

“Well, I hope my insight was helpful.” You were already walking towards the door, with Jayce following close. “Have a good afternoon.”

"W-wait!" he called out, making you freeze at the door’s threshold. “I’m indebted to you. With these changes, Heimerdinger may allow us to present them to the public sooner than we first thought." He paused, which made you look at him with curiosity.

"I hope so, you both worked hard on those inventions. You deserve it."

“I… wanted to thank you for asking you out for dinner, perhaps?" He had his fingers interlaced tightly against his stomach.

The most minuscule of the smiles curved your lips.

“Maybe another day, when you finish fixing your prototypes first." With that, you turned and began to walk away.

*~*~*~*

When he became Councilor, the first thing that came to mind was that he would be able to spend more time with you. He made a list of things he could ask you about politics so you two could reunite every other afternoon and review some laws, consult some trials, and learn what a Councilor was supposed to do.

The days became weeks, and then a couple of months. Jayce grew familiar with your presence, chatting lazily when the rest of the Councilors were yet to arrive or were already left. You were much more outspoken alone, especially in the commodity of your home. Because that was where you spent most of your time. After you asked Jayce to have your scheduled reunions in there, he thought his blush would give away the feelings he tried to hide for the sake of not scaring you off, but you were focused on gathering your belongings to notice.

From that day on, Jayce showed up uninvited to your house, but surprisingly, you didn’t mind. Even if some days later, when Jayce mentioned it talking with Mel, she said that you preferred that any visit should be notified at least days prior.

The Councilor looked amused. “Make sure to assist to the party tomorrow, then. We will be celebrating Councilor y/n’s birthday. And I assume you don’t want to overlook this… opportunity.”

Jayce stood there with his eyes wide open. Was it that obvious?

There was no need to make such a fuss anyway. Jayce was already a ball of nervousness when he entered the reception hall in Mel Medarda’s house, an apartment that occupied the complete floor of one of the highest buildings in the city. When Jayce arrived, people were gathered in the place, talking and dancing around the open balcony. Fine liquor flowed freely in fancy glasses, he noted glances of shining gold and silver over the setting sun that painted the room red.

But where were you?

Scanning the room, he concluded that there were many people here for you to be comfortable. Jayce approached Mel, that was talking in a corner with Elora, her assistant, and right hand.

"Mel, Elora." He bowed. "By any chance, do you know where is Councilor y/n? I thought she would be here, but…”

“Ah, Jayce. You arrived a little late. She got tired of shaking hands and chatting, I believe she’s in the living room relaxing for a moment.” She looked at her companion. “Elora, could you lead him there, please?”

Such room was located in the heart of the apartment, far away from the chatter and music that in the vaulted alcove was a fading echo. It was filled with shelves containing books and other curiosities. An off chimney faced a pair of sofas and a table. You were occupying the largest couch, laying face up.

It looked as if you were napping. He was about to turn away when you said his name with a sleepy voice.

“Ah, I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“You don’t have to be.” You incorporated, patting the seat next to you for him to sit. “I was hoping Mel could send you here. I thought you wouldn’t come.”

“Of course, I would come! I wouldn’t miss your birthday.” Jayce’s cheeks were covered in a deep red while he was searching for something inside his pockets. “And speaking of, this is for you.”

It was a little wooden box, so little it would fit in his right hand. He opened with such care it seemed it was made with glass instead. Inside, a single necklace was wrapped gently in velvet.

Jayce looked at your eyes squint at the borders, such a wide smile parted your lips that he felt his heart flutter. "Do you like it?"

"You made it don't you?" Your fingers caressed the cold metal against your fingers when you picked it up. “I’ve never seen a design like this.”

“Yes… it’s a little sloppy—”

“No, not at all.” You chuckled. “It’s perfect, thank you. Can you… help me put it on?”

You were so close, and yet it wasn’t as intimate as when Jayce got even closer, his broad shoulders brushing yours as you pulled your hair to expose your neck. Even if the fireplace was off, the room felt on fire. His fingers were light against your neck, their texture rough for his inventor’s side, and his face was too close that you could feel his agitated breaths moving your hair.

He didn’t get to lock the necklace before you were inclined to him. But Jayce reacted quickly, with one of his hands holding your neck while the other reached for your cheek.

The necklace fell into your clothing neckline, and the cold metal sent shivers down your spine, chills that were augmented exponentially by Jayce’s lips against yours, his tongue gently asking you to part your lips to let him in.

Grasping him by the collar, you complied. Surprised by your action, he moaned against your mouth. His hands began to descend at the same time as yours.

After some moments, a pair of heels clicked against the marble floor, making their way to the living room. You pushed him away, trying to fix the wrinkles in his suit and to pretend your clothing was in a better state. You also had to accommodate the fallen necklace, so you took it from your chest and into your palms.

Mel was at the door, an empty glass in her hands. “It’s time for the toast.”

“Yes, it is.” Your legs shook a little when you took the first couple of steps. Looking back, Jayce was glued to the couch, eyes lost somewhere in the last minutes. Laughing, you passed alongside Mel. "I'll see you later, Jayce. You still have to give my gift.”

Mel gave them a raised brow, but she didn’t say anything while she took the lead, guiding you to the main hall. Jayce furrowed, but next to him was the necklace.

Trying to suppress a snort, he took it and put it inside his pocket, eager to have another opportunity he was about to take full advantage of.

[gaysails]

Hello! :-)

I'm a little bit dumb so please excuse my question:

How is Silver Mirandas narrative twin?

I love everything about Black Sails and would be glad about your meta 🤗

Lots of love!

short answer: they both know flint like no other so they love him like no other

the narrative sets them up to be twin partners to flint who challenge him in similar ways and who have a deeper understanding of his behavior than anyone else (watch either/both of flint+miranda’s scenes in 1.07+2.05 AND also the 4.10 forest scene back to back...... 💀) there’s seriously a million little moments of dialogue throughout the show that parallel them to each other almost always in the context of their relationships with flint, even when flint isn’t directly involved. random one that comes to mind is when eleanor asks miranda to convince flint not to attack the fort in s2 and miranda says “if you think anyone can make him see anything you must not know him very well” (before proceeding to do the thing she just said couldn’t be done) versus the doldrums in s3 when billy's telling silver he has to confront flint and silver says “you cannot decide to follow a man like that and then pick and choose when you deny him” (before Same Thing) also the fact that they’re the only two characters who know about thomas is really significant! when miranda died flint it was also like losing thomas again for flint because there was nobody to share his memory with anymore, and once he gets close enough to silver to tell him the whole story that’s when the idea of losing silver becomes unthinkable to him. so yeah it’s all about silver and miranda occupying mirror roles in flint’s life and having equally complex and layered dynamics with him where they See him and they love him but when it comes down to it they can’t necessarily believe all the things he believes or prioritize the same things he does. whew