#that translation was so fucking smooth 😭😭😭

[thatdeadaquarius]

About your language brainrot. I see your "Reader's writing can't match tyvat's long and flowery writing" and bring you "Tyvat isn't used to books over 50 pages long so a short story to the Reader is a whole dictionary to tyvat readers".

Seriously, have you seen how thin the books are? They don't wrote novels, they write short chapters formatted in the way really old stories are. As in, summarizing all the events down into one smooth story then adding a few quotes. Fanfiction writers are insane. They will willingly sit down and write hundreds of words at a time. To them, a proper modern day story of maybe, oh 10k words or so, would probably be like the Oddessy itself.

If we were to combine the two headcanons. It would end up as many historians being intimidated by this insanely long written scripture in the language of the forgotten.

I'm going to take this a step further and say that if the creator asked some people to proofread their things, it would establish a hiarchy of who is able to actually finish the book the creator read and who isn't.

NOW THIS, THIS IS MY FUCKING JAMMMM

I'm so sorry this is so old!! u probably all know this by this point that I've really slowed down as the year has gone on, but I graduated university and then got my first job so its been pretty crazy!

Sun: Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: dash of all the book/nerds of Genshin, heavy on Sumeru?

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Cussing, 16+ Mature Audiences, Spoliers for Sumeru Archon Quests/Scaramouche, & Trigger Warnings: mention of shipping/characters shipping themselves with you.

Comment if any missed, please.

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FULL STOP.

THE AKADEMIYA, FONTAINE RESEARCH INSTITUTE, HAVE BEEN WAITTTINNGGGG ON YOUR ASS LMAO

You fall from the fucking sky like a 5 star, or pop out of the Irminsul or whatever

and immediately are mobbed by scholars. LMAO jkjk (not really, bc that's what it’d feel like)

can you even imagine the dread older stories(”the classics” to them), that was instilled in the poor students around Teyvat??

id like to think ur works are the most preserved over the thousands of years of Teyvat archeologists excavating them, in comparison to other authors (teyvat just likes you more, suck it William Shakespeare)

also, bc I cant resist language differences/world building I'm sorryyyy 😭 😭

the vocab of Genshin lang vs. ours, has significantly less vocabulary like their actual dictionary is 1/3 the size of ours type of energy

(Omfg all ur fanfics being considered like insanely long realistic romantic classics or tragedies like Jane Austen-level, and only the richest and biggest play companies put on plays about ur stories bc the script goes on for hours)

(ur plays only get put on for rlly big events bc of this, like Lantern Rite or like a Summer/Winter festival/your birthday, which is, yes, an international holiday)

dude the sheer power move of anything you’ve written being essentially “Journey of the West” to them, like Damnnn.

endless like adaptations, plays, Teyvat-short stories condensing it, (THEIR OWN FANFICTION ABOUT UR STORIES)

the power is, in fact, going to your head every time another scholar both deflates at how long ur stuff is, but also lights up bc they get to read it

speaking of scholars… you know who snatched you up first. you know. you don’t even need to read the next line.

Alhaitham.

sneaky bastard he is, absolutely manipulated, mansplained (and manwhored bc he knows he’s handsome, cheeky little shit) his way into getting you to sit down with him and interview you about both translating other classics, your own, giving your own analysis of others works and ur own, and picking ur brain apart of how/why you wrote urs, etc. its fucking endless,

Kaveh had to come rescue you bc u were starving to death after getting stuck with the Haravatat scholar in his office for nearly 7 hours of interrogation discussion about literature

and Alhaitham wasn't even nearly done, he’d informed you as you left that he already had another appointment for later conversation scheduled (how?? you don't even know ur own schedule??? you have a schedule???) and was looking forward to more of your “creative and enlightening input” :)))

(you’re never going to escape him, not even Nahida herself can save you from his stubborn ass)

On another note, Xingqiu is quaking when you agree to autograph his copy of your stories (of which he has all hard covers of the first edition translations)

Zhongli/Rex Lapis is known for having a near-lifelong passion for searching for your works specifically, and learning how to translate them better into Teyvatian vernacular

like the same way he can absolutely speak on Rex Lapis facts/rocks/adepti info, is the same confidence he speaks about knowing ur work lol

(yes he did also ask for several autographs and another sit-down talk about the works, tho a lot more sneaky then Alhaitham bc he just casually gets u guys into it during dinner)

Barbatos/Venti has written some of the most famous songs based on your stuff, he has his favorites too,

but he always claims the best songs are any that have been written in the story, like either when a character sings something, or there are like quotes from songs ur fanfics are based on lol

(he also demanded to hear what they actually sound like from you, yes, you have to sing them for him lol)

Venti also can surprisingly drunkenly ramble the entirety of at least one of ur stories, like, word for word lmao

(Diluc gave in and did give him a drink on the house for that one, just once, Venti doesn’t remember it lol)

(I forgot to mention, u guys still speak the same language, just like, different versions of it)

ur works being one of the few things all the Archons can freely talk about with each other, like it’s neutral ground bc they’re all fangirling about it lmao

Furina and Neuvillette have had like,, fierce debates over the decades about character dynamics and the general drama of ur stories, they’ve gotten into it enough they’ve stopped talking to each other for a couple days a few times lol

Albedo, Sucrose, Kokomi, Yae Miko, Ei, Raiden, have read every single work they’re gotten their hands on in Teyvat (it took them like a literal year or longer)

Albedo drew you fanart for every single story, bc he’s hyperfixated on everything related to you ngl,

Kokomi had commissioned smaller pocket versions of ur works (which later got popular thanks to Yae Miko) both the OG and the Teyvat shortened versions

THE HARBINGERS ARE THE MOST DOWN BAD LMAO

Childe has literally tried to recreate battle scenes from ur works lmao

and gets especially riled up about fighting someone who resembles any characters from them (esp villains, what a cutie)

You cannot fathom the amount of research throughout Teyvat that has been secretly or indirectly funded by Pantalone/Tsaritsa

from the experts to analyze them, to funding play companies to act them out, to actually excavating places to get more of ur stuff unearthed

(the Harbingers absolutely are the first group of people that got to read several of ur stories first bc of this, like the world’s most exclusive secret book club lol)

Scaramouche used to clown on Childe all the time about how he was too impatient to even “sit down and read the King’s classics”, and he was downright insufferable when he found out about Tartaglia’s habit of recreating battle scenes/that being what motivated him to fight sometimes lol

that being said, Wanderer surprisingly never forgot ur stories.

Even when his memories were wiped for a bit, he found comfort in these fantastical epics still sticking around, even when his old names did not

(he mayyyy or mayyy nottt have secretly namedhimselfafteroneofthetragicprotagonistsherelatesto- )

oh btw, Nahida also found joy and comfort in ur stories when she was trapped, they also helped her literally grow as a person bc she had ur stories to help her sort of process the world/what life was like outside of her dreaming prison 🥺💔❤️‍🩹

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OMFG

ANYWAY FULL TONE SHIFT LMFAO-

the ABSOLUTE SPIRAL-RED-STRING-CONSPIRACY-THEORY-BOARD ENERGY IF THIS WAS A BLUNT LANGUAGE AU LMAOOOO

like specifically how Teyvatians like to give all the context ever thru their words, but older deities/beings like you just do simple phrases that can have deeper meanings (whereas teyvat just explains all the meanings behind their words)

STOP there’s like an official display at the Akademiya and Fontaine Institute of red string theory boards 😭😭 (look what you’ve done to themmm LMAO)

for like every story of urs, INCLUDING THE FANFICS STOP

IMAGINE THE SHIPPING WARS IF U EVER WROTE ONE THAT WASNT EXPLICIT OR LIKE ONE OF THE MAIN ROMANTIC INTERESTS HAD CHEMISTRY WITH OTHER CHARACTERS HAHAHAHAA

that's actually what Akademiya scholars argue about the most viciously, it’s like politics you can’t just bring up ships from ur stories casually in regular convos 💀

(poor Cyno has to deal with a shipping war once a year bc someone always makes the mistake of reading ur work for the first time (without being told to not talk to others abt ships lol) and it starts an all out brawl in the cafeteria every time LMAO)

Also yes.

Cyno is a fanboy.

(he has read Creator x Reader-insert fanfiction.)

(As have most of the characters mentioned, and those not lol)

…

(I'm gonna make a whole Creator x reader fanfic post one day i stg lmao)

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an iced coffee? for me?? :0

ok but real talk…

wtf do you guys wanna see for new years!!

i didn't do a inktober/october days thingy bc i felt too unprepared (and bc id wanted to post that 1000+ followers eldritch au for Halloween)

but now i kinda wanna, at least for a few days :o

ill post a poll in a minute, so check it out!! but still, please feel free to comment some ideas here! :)

Safe Travels Deafening Dreamer,

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[katsu28]

hi kait!! finally found my way into your inbox, i feel like it’s been a tiiiny bit overdue 😭

i’d love to request writing little notes on post-its and leaving them in random pages of their textbook, so that they will get a little endorphin boost when studying with oscar if that’s okay! (or max, if you wanna give a hand at writing for him)

liyah!!! you're right on time babe, thank you so much for this request! i had so much fun writing this and i'm hoping i did max justice <3

max verstappen x reader, 2k, a dash of google translated dutch lol. request something from here!

“Fuck!” 

Your forehead thunks down against your open textbook for what feels like the millionth time. You feel like you’ve been staring at the same page for hours, yet you still can’t seem to make any sense of what you’re looking at, and it makes you want to scream. 

Now don’t get it wrong, you love learning and you’re fortunate enough to be pursuing an advanced education, but it’s at times like these you wonder if it’s all worth it. There’s so much information to take in and not enough hours in the day to remember it all, and you’re running out of time before you have to take this godforsaken exam that could prevent you from moving to the next level of courses. 

No pressure, or anything, of course. 

“Careful, mijn liefje, you're too smart to be banging your head on the table like that.” Max’s voice rings out from behind you, and you’re too tired to even jump. You hadn’t even heard him let himself into your apartment, let alone sneak up on you. He leans down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. 

“I don’t feel smart,” You huff, feeling his hands smooth along your shoulders. “I feel like an idiot.” 

“You’re not an idiot.” He replies, very as-a-matter-of-factly. His thumbs press into the knots at the base of your neck like he knows exactly where they are, rubbing slow circles. You don't see it, but he scans your surroundings with a furrowed brow as he massages your stiff muscles. 

The table around you is littered with things—crumpled papers, empty Red Bull cans, an entire stationery store’s worth of pens and highlighters, and most worryingly, your still completely full water bottle. If that sight is any indication, he can safely assume you probably haven’t left your place in this chair for a while. 

“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way because I mean it from a place of love, but when was the last time you got some sleep?” 

“What? I dunno, like yesterday—wait, what day is it today?” 

Max presses his lips into a thin line. He’s never been one to worry too much about your studies, because you’re fully capable of keeping things in order yourself, but it might be starting to get out of hand. Now feels like a good time to step in and take matters into his own hands. “If you have to think that hard about it, it’s been too long.” 

Finally you look up at him, and boy is he right. You look utterly exhausted, even as you vehemently shake your head side to side. “I’m not tired, Max. I need to study.” 

“You’ve been studying for ages. What you need is rest.” 

“I can’t. I don’t have time for rest, I need to be ready for my exam,” You argue, already turning back to your textbook. Max crouches down next to you, blanketing your knee with a large, warm palm. His other hand eases the pen out of your grasp, fingers lacing with yours instead. 

“Please take a break, schatje. If not for yourself, do it for me.” 

One look at those pretty, pleading blue eyes of his and you cave, nodding defeatedly. “Maybe a little nap couldn't hurt.” 

Max nods enthusiastically, gently pulling you out of your seat and towards the hallway leading to your bedroom before you have a chance to reconsider. You’re leaning heavily against him, basically already half asleep as he guides you down onto the soft mattress as easily as he can. 

“Wake me up in twenty minutes, please,” You mumble, giving a sluggish tug at his hand. 

“Of course.” 

He won’t, but you don’t need to know that. Max will gladly take any consequences if it means you get at least an hour of rest, hopefully more. Your health and wellbeing is the most important thing to him. 

Your eyes flutter shut on their own accord mere seconds later, soft snores emitting from your mouth even before Max pulls the covers up to your chin.

“Not tired, my ass,” He chuckles under his breath, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before exiting the room as quietly as he can. 

While you get some much needed sleep, Max organizes your study space a little, tossing away the cans and wrappers, plugging in your computer to charge, then moves onto the kitchen and cleans up in there too. 

The living room area is next on his checklist; blankets get folded and put back in their rightful spots, and windows get opened because he won’t lie, the air smells a little stale in here. He figures a complete reset and a neat area might help ease your mind when you wake up. 

As he surveys his tidy job, his eyes land on your open textbook, then the massive stack of multicolored post-it notes next to it. He might not be able to help with the studying part, but there is something he can do about keeping your spirits up while you work on the former. 

He settles himself into your chair, hunching over at the desk as he scribbles notes to you. Encouragements, affirmations about how bright you are and how proud he is of you, dumb jokes to hopefully make you laugh, even his best shot at the little cute doodles you draw for him on the whiteboard of his driver’s room whenever you’re in there waiting for him. Obviously, they’re nowhere near as good—Max has never claimed to be much of an artist—but hopefully they’re enough to give you a little mood boost during your study sessions. 

Being careful to mark your spot, he scatters the sticky notes randomly throughout the crisp pages. 

You rouse from your sleep hours later, barely able to get a word out before Max ushers you to the bathroom to relax in the hot bath he’s drawn for you. Despite your protests, you sink into the nearly scalding water (which is just the way you like it) with an appreciative sigh.

Only once you’re fresh and clean and thoroughly pampered by your boyfriend does he let you come back to where you were when he first found you earlier today. But it looks different. It’s not a mess anymore. Upon glancing around the rest of the place, you can tell that he’s done quite a bit whilst you were passed out. 

“Did you…clean my apartment while I was asleep?” You ask in bewilderment, taking in the neatly organized space with wide eyes. It even smells fresh, lemony and bright and not at all like the despair of an overworked twenty something year old student during exam season. 

“Yep.” Max says simply, popping the ‘p’. 

“Why?” You’re not mad in any way, shape or form, just simply stunned. It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you and Max just shrugs like it’s no big deal. His nonchalance still takes you aback sometimes. 

“Thought it might help. Anyways, you get one hour to study, then you’re taking a break even if I have to drag you away from that book myself,” He warns, pinning you to the spot with a stern glare. “I’ll be in the other room, but I have a timer on, so don’t even try to pull one over on me. One hour. Call out if you need anything.” 

He kisses you firmly on the side of your head and then he’s gone, leaving you alone to hit the books once more. 

Slumping into the chair with a groan, you shake your head not unlike a dog would, flipping open your book again to where you’d left off. Your head feels a little clearer now, a little less foggy now thanks to Max’s efforts, and you’re hoping it’ll make a difference. 

Your gaze is immediately drawn to a bright green sticky note a few pages later, off in the side margins. It isn’t one of your notes though, but rather Max’s tiny handwriting, an odd mixture of lower and uppercase letters spelling out a message. 

You’re doing an amazing job. Keep pushing!

Before you know it, you’ve flipped through the entire book in your search of more notes from Max, your grin only growing bigger and bigger with each one you find. 

Why don’t dinosaurs talk? Because they’re dead. 

I’m proud of you for making it this far. You’re so smart. 

What are Sassy and Jimmy’s favorite day of the week? Cat-urday. 

If you find this one, we’ll go to Bora Bora during summer break. 

That last one is tucked in the back cover, signed and dated by him. You plan to keep it as undeniable proof when the time comes, though you suspect he won’t try to deny it. He’d be happy to whisk you off to any place you wanted if you asked. 

Every single one of his notes makes you grin like an idiot, but his attempts at drawing his cats are your favorite ones of all. It takes you a few moments to understand what exactly you’re looking at, but when you squint at what could be the outline of Sassy’s ears, it makes you actually laugh out loud. 

Warmth spreads from your head to the tips of your toes at the thought of Max taking the time to do all this for you, even though he really didn’t have to. When you think about it, he’s always been this way—showing that he cares through his actions. Taking care of his loved ones without having to say a word. It’s one of the many things you love about him.

Like always, Max is true to his word. One hour later on the dot, he marches back in with gusto. 

“Alright, break time! Let’s go get some food. Lando keeps waffling on about some Greek place that’s apparently super popular and the best he’s ever had, if you don’t mind—” He stops mid sentence and mid stride at the sight of you staring back at him. You’re not smiling, but you also don’t look angry. It’s actually a little unsettling, really. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” 

You barrel into Max with enough force to make him stumble backwards a few steps, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug. He lets out a soft noise of surprise at having to catch you all of a sudden, one that is quickly stifled because your lips are on his now, and you’re kissing him the same way you do when he comes home after a triple header and you haven’t seen him in weeks. 

The kiss is short, but teeming with emotion. Love, appreciation, gratitude—you kiss Max with everything you’ve got, and when you pull away he looks pleasantly confused. 

“What was that for, schatje?” He chuckles, smoothing a hand up and down your back. You can hear the smile in his voice. 

“Everything.” You mumble, pressing your face into the softness of his jumper. Another laugh rumbles through him, fonder this time. 

“Everything.” He repeats. You nod against his chest, and he knows what you’re trying to say, even if you’re not saying it. He sighs contentedly, nestling his chin over the top of your head. 

You’d stay like this forever if you could, if neither of you had things to do and places to be. Just you and your Max, who knows you so well you don’t even have to tell him what you need. And what you need right now is food. 

Max rocks you side to side, voice light as he ponders the options, because he just knows what you’re thinking already. “If we hurry, we could probably still get a table before the Greek place closes. Or maybe not, but I’ll pay them extra to stay open for us.” 

“I like the way you think, Maxie.” You beam, kissing him again. A little too quickly for his liking, but he doesn’t mind. As long as you’re happy, he’s happy.

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[diejager]

hii!! just so you understand, I have real brainrot because of your “Only Human” series! I love it madly tenderly and with all my heart😭😭 anyway, I saw that you have requests open, but feel free to ignore if this is not the case or I indicated something incorrectly. how about our favorite monsters and hybrids 141 with a new member of the team who is a witch??

also, sorry for my english, I use google translate☠️

Hey, no worries, I understood your request!

Spell Cw: witchy stuff, death, murder, drowning, blood and injury, fluff, magic, inaccurate understanding of magic, tell me if I missed any.

He always found it mesmerising, the soothing coldness of your spell working its magic on him, gleaming like water embracing his bleeding wound, the skin ripped apart at the middle and flesh throbbing painfully. It wasn’t anything new, pain wasn’t a stranger to him, rather a friend, a brother to him. Pain was a repetitive thing in his life, wound after wound bleeding him, and scar after scar painting his skin, he’d gotten so used to it that the stripes on his face were now an integral part of his identity, pushing the facade of a tiger if he didn’t have his ears and tail out.

But with you, everything had smoothed over to a soft thrum, like the warm waves cradling his shifted body, your magic, attuned to their aches through your bond and being, worked to cure everything to ensure that the pack he grew to love and care for stayed safe. Your being was like a body of water - the ocean - a beauty of nature when calm, but a terror when enraged, storms crashing against land and causing devastation in moments of fury. You were as dangerous as you could be caring and loving —just like the sea.

“Why didn’t you come see me first?” You sighed, tone laced with amused disappointment, brows tensed but your pretty lips quipped up, “I thought I put you in control of this Horangi…”

You worked your magic on König, fingers weaving invisible threads over his bleeding forearm, pulling the strings of puppet of flesh and bone, controlling the sinuous fibre of his skin to sew itself back. Horangi watched his friend’s wound steadily close up, injury shrinking with every pull of your finger until all that was left was the lingering scent of your cool magic and the metallic odour of blood.

“König is stubborn, ” Horangi chuckled, flashing you a sly smirk despite your exasperated expression, “Big too. I can’t move him.”

“And I can?” You scoffed, finishing off your skin weaving with a soft pet on his arm, letting König admire your work like a child with a new toy even though you’d gone through the same process over and over in the past, König had a habit of collecting scars as often as he toppled his enemies.

Your magic wasn’t only used in healing, you were an adaptive soul, your comfort found itself in water, and water meant life, and life meant whatever violent fury came along with quiet calmness. And in the right situation, where Laswell sent the Task Force on a boat or by the shore, you could level the oceans at your will in anger or protection. You gave men and women a watery grave on land, drowning them in their water-made coffins to stop them from reaching your wounded comrades, glaring off at anyone who tried approaching your cover .

You had Gaz, Price and him, tending to their deeper injuries and letting them use their first aid while you kept the enemy at bay, lower lip pulled between your teeth, gnawing on the skin until it bled. Separating your attention for both healing and defence/offence demanded a lot of concentration, especially when you were sewing up Price’s deep gash on his leg, listening to his hiss and groans of pain.

“Fucking-” Horangi busied himself with wrapping the bandage and gauze over Gaz’s wound, his eyes occasionally peeking at your clenched fist that pushed out your anger through the waters you controlled, “Bastards keep coming.”

You were a puppet queen and the sea your mannequin.

“Almost done, Hunter,” Gaz hissed out when Horangi pulled too tightly on his bandage, sending you a reassuring look to calm down your raised hackle, teeth bared and eyes burning the enemies alive as much as you were depriving them of air.

This was another show of your prowess, your fingers puppeteering water, commanding it and coaxing the water’s will to follow your call, heeding your every whim. It was a majestically show, as tragic as it was beautiful, much like the cleansing of the world when the oceans flooded Earth, leaving but Noah and his wife, and couple of animals to remake the land. You were remaking the land you fought on in an imagine, to make it safer and protect them —it would tire you out for the day, Horangi will ready to help you with anything wile you doze on and off.

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Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 14

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Saturday Night Continued ~

“Ohh fuck” Josh moaned out, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his left hand released the grip he had on the sheets to grab Kiyana’s hair,  guiding her movements as she took him deeper into her mouth. She hummed softly, sending vibrations through his body that made his toes curl. Josh's hips bucked involuntarily as waves of pleasure washed over him. Kiyana pulled back slightly, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip before taking him deep again.

Josh leaned up on his right elbow to watch Kiyana work her magic. Her full lips stretched around him as she bobbed her head, her dark eyes looking up at him through her eyelashes to meet his gaze. The sight alone nearly pushed him over the edge. “Fuck, that shit sloppy.” He moaned out, watching in awe as she took his entire length into her mouth. He let out a deep groan and let his body flop back down onto the bed. 

Kiyana slowly pulled back, trailing her tongue along his length before releasing him with a soft pop. She crawled up his body, planting kisses along his stomach and chest. When she reached his neck, she nipped and sucked at his sensitive skin, eliciting more moans from Josh. She straddled Josh's hips, grinding against him teasingly as she captured his lips in a passionate kiss.

Kiyana maintained eye contact as she slowly sank onto his length “Mmhmm" Kiyana purred, throwing her head back in pleasure. Josh was transfixed by the sight of her above him her full breasts bouncing with each movement, her smooth brown skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Kiyana leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss, swallowing his moans as she picked up the pace. Josh met her thrust for thrust, his hips lifting off the bed to drive himself deeper. The room was now filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, breathless gasps, and throaty moans.

Kiyana let out a gasp as Josh easily flipped them over so he was now on top of her. He pinned Kiyana's wrists above her head with one hand, his other gripping her hip as he started pounding into her. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers, their eyes locked and breaths becoming one. 

Kiyana's legs wrapped tightly around Josh's waist, pulling him even deeper. She arched her back, pressing her chest against his as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Josh released her wrists, and her hands immediately flew to his back, her nails digging into his skin.

"Oh fuck" she cried out, her voice thick with desire. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Josh growled in response, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he continued his relentless pace. He could feel Kiyana tightening around him, her body trembling beneath his. He knew she was close.

"Let go, baby," he whispered in her ear, his voice husky and breathless. "I've got you."

With a final, powerful thrust, Kiyana shattered. Her body convulsed with pleasure, her cries of ecstasy filling the room. They clung to each other, bodies trembling and breath ragged as they slowly came down from their shared high. Josh peppered soft kisses along Kiyana's neck and jawline before capturing her lips in a tender kiss. She smiled against his mouth, running her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.

“I love you,” Josh whispered against her lips. 

"I love you too." She whispered back. 

Sunday Morning ~

“Daddy wake up!” Kaiden’s little voice called out, waking Josh from his slumber. 

Josh was grateful he dragged himself and Kiyana to the shower after their lovemaking this morning and convinced her to at least put on a shirt cause it would have been awkward as hell for her mother to see the both of them naked. 

Josh’s eyes met Imani’s as she stood by the door holding a squirming Kairo. Her gaze held nothing but disgust and disappointment. His eyes shifted to Kiyana when he felt her start moving around. 

“They were looking for you downstairs.” Was all Imani said as she walked over to the bed handing him Kairo. She threw one last disapproving look at Josh before walking out of the room, closing the door behind her. 

“Well, she hates me.” Josh sighed, laying back in the bed, letting Kaiden snuggle into his side while Kairo laid his head on Josh’s chest. 

Kiyana groaned, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. "She doesn't hate you. She's just..." Kiyana paused as if trying to find the right words. “She doesn’t hate you. She’s just mad. We talked yesterday and I tried to get her to understand but, you know how my mom is.” She turned on his side and propped herself up on her elbow with her head resting on her hand. She then took her other hand and started playing with Kairo’s curls. 

“I can't blame her," Josh said softly, careful not to disturb the boys who were now dozing off against him. “I fucked up badly Key.” 

“And I forgave you. So what if my mom still has an attitude? What we have is exactly that. It’s just us and our boys, nobody else.” 

“You right,” Josh said, using his free hand to grab her hand that was playing in Kairo’s hair to link their fingers together. 

“Always am." She chuckled. "Oh and speaking of our boys.” She said softly, looking down at Kaiden and Kairo who were snuggled up with their dad. “Mar-Mar birthday is coming up.” 

“Shit.” Josh breathed out, “Baby boy about to be seven. Time is flying.” 

“Yeah, I know.” She replied, clearing her throat and making him look over at her. 

“What's wrong?” 

“I know you want your family there but..” 

“Mel right?” He asked and she nodded. “Aight. If you don’t want her there, she don’t have to be there.” 

“No. That’s his aunt and they all love her. But I don’t want no shit at my baby party Joshua. She cannot and will not disrespect me in my own house.” 

“I understand. Imma talk to her aight?”  

“Alright.” 

After taking another quick nap, Josh gently eased Kairo and Kaiden off of him before making his way into the ensuite bathroom, relieving himself, washing his hands, and brushing his teeth. He walked over to where Kiyana was laying and smirked at how she was snoring, he had worn her ass out last night. He placed a kiss on her forehead and left the room. 

He peeked into Kamari’a room and frowned seeing that he wasn’t in there. Josh then made his way down the stairs. He let out a soft chuckle when he saw Kaiden and Imani cuddled up on the couch watching Columbo. 

“Morning Bean.” Josh pressed a kiss on Kamari’s head. “Ms. Mani, can I talk to you for a second?’ 

Imani sighed and nodded her head. “Be right back,” she said to her grandson before following Josh into the kitchen. She sat down at the table and folded her arms across her chest, her gaze set into a glare as she looked at Josh. “Well, what do you want to talk to me about?” She huffed out, watching as he poured himself a cup of orange juice. 

Josh sighed and walked over to the table. “I just –, I know I messed up badly. Right? I did the worst possible thing and broke Kiyana’s trust and I just want you to know that I’m doing everything in my power to make it up to her. To prove to her that I deserve this second chance. To prove to her that I’m not a complete fuck up. I’m commented to being better not only for her, but for my sons. I grew up in a broken home and I don’t want that for them. I respect your opinion and I’m open to any concerns you have. But I hope you can see how deeply I regret what happened and how much I want to do everything in my power to make it right. All I ask for is the chance to prove it” 

“Josh,” Imani started, pausing as if she was trying to find the right words to say. “Let me start off by saying, I don’t hate you. I watched you grow into the man that you are today, I could never hate you. I just don’t want my daughter to suffer the same way I did. I don’t want her to stay I don't want her to stay in a relationship where she constantly doubts herself and her worth. I was here, I watched her doubt her looks because of you. I watched her constantly put herself down because she thought if she couldn’t be good enough for you, for the guy that she shared twenty-three years with, she couldn’t be good enough for anybody. So yes, I have reservations about y’all getting back together. Words are easy Joshua, but it's the actions that matter. You talk a good game about proving yourself to her, you need to actually show it.” 

There has only been a handful of times Josh had cried. He wasn’t really one to show his emotions like that, but hearing what his cheating did to Kiyana, broke him. Before he could wipe away the tears that escaped his eyes, Imani stood from her chair and pulled him into a hug. “I believe you when you say you’re committed to making things right. I’m not trying to punish you or push you away. I just want to protect my daughter and make sure that she’s in a place where she can heal and be truly happy.” 

Josh nodded against Imani's shoulder, his voice thick with emotion. “I understand. I won’t fuck this up again.”Imani gently pulled back and cupped his face in her hands.

“I know you won’t.” She smiled. “Do what you need to do, Josh. For Kiyana, for my grandsons, and yourself."

Hey guys!

I think Josh and Ms Imani needed to have that talk because like she said in the chapter she watched him grow up. She remembers when he was a stuttering teenager, standing on her front porch trying not to be intimated by Kiyana's dad. Imani has seen Josh and Kiyana'a relationship play out and she just doesn't want Kiyana to be like her...

sorry ANYWAY, the next chapter is Kamari's big 7th birthday, Do y'all think Melvania gon behave?

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[bitchlessdino]

as my favorite dinonara, how do u feel abt chan fucking you to i don't understand but ily AND also murmuring the lyrics in your ear as he's thrusting into you???

An: Just read the eng lyrics and in accurate fashion, imagined it happening in Korean 😭 Personally, I’d walk into a burning building bc I’m already feeling hot from Chan 🥲🥲 (First instinct: why are you being unoriginal and using your lyrics at me???) Also these lyrics are roughly translated and restructured to make sense and annotated for my amusement

DNI INTERACT MINORS

When I saw you, the room stopped and my senses heighten. Only seeing you made my insides jealous of what I was seeing (And not feeling stgdhfjf)

*thrust* lol.

(Zoom) on your heavy scent, I'm more afraid that it will get erased in between thе dizzy words (yeah bc it’s such a good fuck 😭)

Biting your ear, caressing your body, plunging himself inside you. Already drunk on the power you held over him. He’s afraid to slur the words you already couldn’t understand.

No matter languages or times, you don't have to understand any of it. Just the password between us. It’ll open us both (literally and figuratively)(having a secret language with your partner whom speaks another language. Fuck )

Hands smoothing over your hot cheeks, drinking in your whimpers, your moans, his name of your lips but that sinfully beautiful way that made him want to fuck inside you deeper, harder. He catches the shedding tears under his thumb. (His name just happened to be one of the passwords)

With all the words that exists in the world its enough for just the two of us to know my greed for you. My growing feelings for you. (The way I would fucking collapse)

He'd pin you back on the bed, momentarily in control of you and his senses, until they slid over your palms and fingers are laced through yours. His grunts and moans embedded between each thick and intoxicating phrase was the only thing you could understand, but like he said, it was enough.

You know, there are more important things than words between us, right? (The way I would be alive and crying out of my p—)

The way it’s phrased as a question makes you impulsively nod. You could be signing a slave deal but it’d be fine also as it’d be with Chan and only Chan.

Look at it with your eyes closed. Feel you and me. Not bound by time or day…Us both together anywhere. (Anywhere anytime Chan I am here 👁️👁️)

Chan could hardly understand what he was saying but in the moment it’s how he felt, how you felt, how the world around you felt. He grinds down on hips, digging into and fragility of you slowing but surely coming apart for him. Liquid gold seeped through both you crevices, sweat of your skin sweet and salt as their stripped from his tongue gingerly. You whine a mess, throat flexing in real time as you tried staying focus on him, only him.

Even though I don't understand, I can know you

Somehow you know it too. His kisses sometimes delicate then turning ravenously, and you feel his teeth scrap over your pebbles skin before they create uneven grooves shaping into the perfect mark. For you, only you.

The language barrier is just an illusion. (This lmao gives me love talk vibes ‘ I can hear you calling’) You know that I also don't believe myself but you still believed in me

There was a time where you thought you were from two different worlds and didn’t expect to build a connection, yet here you were. Languages exchanged. Foreign words going to one ear and out the other. But somehow, someway, it all couldn’t be more crystal clear. The support system you found in one another what’s all you need to understand. And you found that clear hearing him, feeling him, tasting him tend to your to your every need.

Only inside of you I can bloom spreading my fire (EXCUSE MEEEE THE SAY I SCREAMED BTW ‘only inside you’ is a direct translation WTF)

You’re mumbling at this point, mind in a haze from tsunami of your climax, contorting you in his long, rooted thrusts as he’s bottoming out in you. His body crushes your body and your soul, aching to giving yourself to him in its entirety. There wasn’t a damn thing in the world that could tell you otherwise. His hands against you were pure magic, unattainable anywhere else, and his sweet lower timber touches every patch of your skin, making you hot with need. Even after you’ve succumb to one orgasm. He’s ready for another, and plentiful to give you until your body gives out for days just as he’s felt starved for days, weeks, years.

Chan’s not sure if you’re speaking in your language or if you were just that fucked by his raging, warmth inside you. He leans in again, face close, kissing you as desperate as you feel and finally in a language you do comprehend,

I don’t understand but I love you…I love you (there’s so much to unpack here, but yes, I’ll marry you)

This was so much fun!!! I’ve never done this before but I’m down to do it again! Also he’ll is especially hot for elv that put these rot thots in my head.

[crazykuroneko]

IWTV S2E01 First Watch Note

The notes I took while watching in case anyone is interested. Under the cut.

Anyway, I'm grateful they have improved the Episode Insider and now it's really something worth watching

• It's still a recap but the score slays already. Omg Daniel Hart you deserve all the awards

• I love how it says episode 8 and the silhouette of war torn Europe.

• On Claudia dreaming: Present Louis holding onto Claudia's diaries to provide a fact in the past

• Delainey is insane. Just from being silent, we could feel how torn Claudia is

• Interesting they gave ep 1 to a new director to set the tone

• So before this interview happened, when Louis still believed he killed Lestat in NOLA, he got to read this edited diaries and didn't understand what Claudia wrote? I mean, imagine reading the bitterness in her words yet you didn't know where they came from. The break down in Ep 7 triggers more memories for him to remember

• I think Daniel is similar to Lestat in a way. The more he's afraid of Armand the more crass he is. That Shah Rukh Khan comment, boy stfu

• It's insane how Louis posed dead Lestat like Jesus. 

• Okay, I'm gonna "translating" DreamStat lines like I did with dead Abigail Hobbs

• The way Dreamstat shows Louis still misses Lestat and starts to ponder if Claudia worth it. The resentment building.

• OH THE LOUSTAT LEITMOTIF AFTER LOUIS SAID SORRY TO DREAMSTAT. slower version of In Throes in Increasing Wonder

• The lines Dreamstat did are so loaded with meanings. Louis' guilt for killing Lestat; his fear that he will come for revenge; his fear that once he's finally in better place, everything will crumble again; and his longing for him just from how intimately they're talking

• Oh, Louis is obsessed to get everything right. That will gradually eat his mental stability 

• Photo of Grace as his wife. Louis you're so funny

• Real Rashid deserves a hell of bonus and a promotion istg

• I don't understand Russian etc, but the use of foreign language and accented English has been smooth so far. A world better than whatever the fuck Mayfair Witches did. And they only had to cover one language.

• "In a landfill and five years of garbage on top." Louis, garbage wouldn't stop him 😭. I wonder where Lestat has been for 5 years tho. Recovering with that many rats are easy. Okay, let's say 3/6 months on rats. Once he gets up, he could kill the first person coming to a landfill. Then it will be smooth sailing. One year tops to recover. Two years, if you'd think he's depressed over Louis killing him idk. 

• The emotion in Claudia's eyes 😭

• "Change the subject when the truth blinds you" Oh, she got him.

• That insane monologue Jacob does. Louis starting to remember which is true which is not (he re-remembers the fall, mind you). 

• So because the blood is bad, vampires there can't get warmer and feel their sadness and sickness as well. And when they want to turn someone, it's either fail or they turn into a revenant. At least according to Louis.

• Oh, Daciana can taste how strong their blood is. How long they can live. 

• I wonder what went through Claudia's head, seeing Daciana emulated herself. She (deservedly, after all his lies) didn't believe Lestat when he said his maker burnt himself. Ofc it didn't make any sense to her ears at that time, burning yourself after you turned someone. But now she witnessed it herself. Someone who could have told her everything, killing themselves after feeling lost and untethered (Daciana lost all of her fledlings)

• "My name is in some of those pages" Louis isn't even listening to his fear. He's deadset on this. And Armand is anxious.

• The face Armand made. Does Louis know he has men around his pinky just for a drop of his affection?

• Louis agreed with Armand to basically shut Daniel up and turn him into a fumble journalist again when he still wants the truth is interesting 

• Is that the groan? It's louder now.

• Daniel's reaction when seeing Loumand walking in together is so funny 🤣

• Wait, Session 7 is Ep 7. There are two sessions in this episode and it's Season 10 now. so, what happened in Season 8?

• The way Lestat is there during the You and Me lines, but it's not really Lestat. It's the embodiment of Louis' doubt on this new life he chose together. The way Claudia sitting there so small; Lestat lovingly softly gazing at her. Oh, Louis so wants to believe his words himself.

• Louis arrives in Paris with desperation to prove that this life is worth it; that killing Lestat was worth it; that he'll get that happiness. Even though he's afraid Lestat will come or it will crumble the moment he reaches it. Oh, Louis.

[nxathyx]

slandering bsd characters because I'm bored

spoilers ahead!!

°OKAY I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT AKUTAGAWA AND FYODOR KINDA LOOK LIKE MUPPETS..

LIKE WHAT IS THAT DONKEY ASS LOOKING SMILE

°nah cause bones did Akutagawa so fucking dirty on episode 4 (or 3 can't remember)

°like Bro Was supposed to be like :) BUT HE WAS 😀

°ngl it didn't even look like a smile

°OKAY WHY DOES RASHOUMON LOOK BETTER THAN AKUTAGAWA IN THE ANIME? OR AM I JUST DOWN BAD FOR A BUNCH OF BLACK DUCTAPE STRIPS FROMING INTO A PERSON

°everyone was like "oml Chuuya😻😻" in that helicopter scene while I was confused why the fuck was he standing like that, like bestie what was that stance 😭😭

°THEY MADE LUCY LOOK SO FUCKING UGLY IN THE ANIME COMPARED TO THE MANGA..

°I hate it

°anyways time for Sigma cause I'm about to have a field day shit talking his hair

°Y'ALL SEE THAT ZIG ZAG LOOKING SHIT ON HIS MIDDLE PART..

Bitch went \/\/\/\

°IN THE MANGA HIS HAIR LOOKS SILKY SMOOTH WHILE I THE ANIME IT LOOKS LIKE ITD STRAIGHT UP CUT YOUR FINGER

°Fyodor Was using Google translate while making him

°Bro tried learning on duolingo 💀💀

°fukuchi is so ugly, like I mentally gag when I see him on the screen

°okay real talk though, I don't really care for Fukuzawa

°like I just don't give a fuck about him

°NAH CAUSE THEY MAKE JOUNO LOOK LIKE HE ABOUT TO S@ SOMEONE WITH THAT DAMN SMILE

°can we talk about how fucking similar Fyodor looks to Mori, like first time I watched bsd I thought they were the same person

°nah fuck the fish eye angle let's discuss Dazais face when it looks like his eyes are about to pop out of his eye sockets💀💀

[rageprufrock]

I’ve read your other asks on FortPeat shenanigans and frankly I’m simultaneously going 🤭 and 🤦🏻‍♀️ every time I go to the fortpeat tag (which yes I am following lmao). At first I was hesitant to even go there bc I’m very against actively shipping real people (hearing the horror stories of other bl actors, kpop idols, other celebrities has scarred me). But I’m sorry I’m comfy with my friends but I would never be that comfortable unless I there was something else going on there. Like at this point it really is an open secret. I remember reading a translation where basically MAME or the crew or someone exposed Fort and said that they had to do multiple takes of all the PrapaiSky NC scenes bc Fort would purposely mess them up so they’d have to do extra takes 😭 This poor boy is down bad and I can only hope it’s reciprocated but i honestly have no clue bc from what I can tell Peat is nowhere near as much of an open book as Fort is. This isn’t a dig at either of them, it’s just Fort has a very inner-thoughts-out-where-everyone-can-see-them-and-can’t-help-it face and Peat doesn’t. Regardless, they seem to both be enjoying whatever kind of relationship it is they have and I wish them happiness in the future.

But seriously, how the hell do you go to work knowing that you’re going to be shooting an NC scene with your crush where your mouth is all over his chest all while he is moaning? Fort is so real for that. Like I’d get the script for that and disappear screaming into the forest for a week. And how much was in the actual script and how much was improvised by the two of them? I can’t with these two. I could go on for paragraphs.

-MA

I think this is why like, Fort is a miraculous dog of a human being. Anybody else, realizing they were terminally hot for a coworker, would find the prospect of having to pretend to fuck them would be a living nightmare and I imagine either immediately retreat from society or set themselves on fire or whatever. Fort clearly was like 'HELL YEAH BROTHER' and then proceeded to fuck up his scenes so he could keep pretending to rail his crush on a table. That takes a level of Power of Dumb that puts him in the S tier of himbos, all the more powerful because he's apparently a fucking engineering student so this particular stupidity is a veil of smooth chicken breast brain over the actual folds that contain math and physics.

[unhealthy-leon-brainrot]

whoever started the trend of editing leon to smooth operator……. damn u !!!! (which translates to i owe u my life bc wtf that “his eyes are like angels his heart is COOOOOOLD no need to ask hes a SMOOTH OPERATOOOOR SMOOOOOOOOOTH OPERAAAATOOOOOOOOR” part is so fucking good !!!!! 😭😭😭 literally cannot get it out of my head)

[llycaons]

ep14 (pt1): oh boy romantic montage time

wwx as a teenager is genuinely more compassionate than he's portrayed as

aw shit mention of the oath

I've often been confused by this sequence. if they showed wwx actually entering the shell instead of suddenly cutting to him inside this big red cavern, I think it would have made more sense

also I've often complained that animals don't have large rooms in their bodies like that but I just realized....oh yeah it's an ancient twisted monster. animal biology need not apply so 🤡

honestly I found this fight scene very drawn-out and uninteresting. the special effects for the fight were somewhat awkward and I was kind of bored. this was good though

wyb does 'devastated' very well

I'm kind of missing the donhua ngl. I like cql the best but the donghua was just so focused and clever and creative with the story

wwx is all kinds of fucked up after this fight....not just from his concerning readiness to die but probably also from connecting with this cursed fucking sword. he seems really out of it, and seems to be in a drowsy sort of honesty when he's like 'oh lan zhan...I didn't think I'd be able to meet you again' which is a very...nitimate thing to say? bc later when lwj gives him spiritual energy and he's a little more himself

he sees lwj all lit up and helping him and he starts complaining about how 'boring' it is. face your feelings, wwx! stop avoiding them! you think lwj is beautiful and unique and special and you like him a lot!

it's also. I feel like wwx doesn't feel like he even has the right to have an attachment outside of the jiangs? in some scenes he's really enthusiastic about himself and lwj being partners but in others he hastily denies it in order to smooth things over with jc, so jc doesn't feel abandoned. oof. we'll get to that

okay the top one is the viki and the bottom one is the youtube version which I remember! why are the translations the opposite of each other! also the youtube version is literally higher quality im so mad

god damn I love the lyrics to wuji. they almost don't matter, since they never come up after this and they're not relevant to the song's significance within the narrative, but they're perfect. it's about the struggles of a lifetime, about grief and joy, the ups and downs of being in the world, of reputation lost and gained. vague and poetic, and achingly relevant. that last line about sharing a tune together at the horizon....that's the finale, isn't it? just beautifully put together and a powerful reflection of the story itself, wwx's rise and fall and the pains and joys he's going to face. cannot believe a 16 yr old wrote that. tho if it was anyone, it would be lwj wouldn't it

lwj is ALWAYS the one leaving without saying goodbye! no wonder wwx lost faith! in this context the gusu situation is a little urgent but like. he couldn't have left a note?

I've read a few fics where they sleep together in the cave and 1. nasty and 2. that would make him just leaving after so much worse 😭 I do not endorse the first time cave sex headcanon. I still don't think it would realistically happen until ep 43. too early here, and after sunshot wwx is terrified of anyone touching him because they'll be able to tell he's lost his core. so as fun as angsty sunshot hookups are, I simply cannot see it. tho that would technically also be a factor in ep43, I don't think wwx cares as much by then if lwj knows

aw shit good job jzx

jc is yelling at wwx AGAIN and complaining about not being recognized for his efforts. my dude he just woke up from a week-long fevered sleep chill out. also can jzx stop crowding him? it's like these idiots have no idea how to treat sick people ALSO. why did jc have to run for help? they had a ton of people there. couldn't they have removed the boulders themselves? huh, maybe the wens were hanging around and all they could do was flee

wwx and ljw have such main character energy that wen chao KNEW they stayed behind to kill the false xuanwu...okay

the shidis are learning archery and jyl is just...standing there. okay! couldn't have had her like, reading or doing crafts. nope. just standing there. probably looking out for her returning brothers but like. come on

I really love that jfm personally goes to teach the little disciples. he's gentle and encouraging, and provides a reassuring and secure presence, and I'm sure his students love him. despite his flaws I'm very fond of him esp here

oh wwx, fainting again. first of many

this detail is legit so freaking cute. and wwx's warm smile upon seeing it and knowing he's home 🥰 this supports my 'wwx is a hopeless romantic' agenda. I did laugh when the donghua gave one of them huge boobs but the wx subtext in that show was so potent I can't really accuse them of straightwashing. more evidence for him being bi is all

good for you, jc

see, here he's trying to make jc feel better by calling lwj boring and jc just - lashes out. wwx tries this entire scene to deflect praise onto jc and diminish his accomplishments and to support jc and jc just treats him like shit. no wonder their relationship is so terrible later if jc treats him like this just bc he's mad. can't he see that wwx has no more control over this situation than jc does? he's just the acceptable target in jc's eyes bc jc can't be mad at his parents!

like wen chao was trying to murder mm and string up her body to attract the monster which they were going to be expected to fight without weapons. what the fuck was he supposed to do? and he's not even the one who started the fight! AND if he hadn't stayed behind, how could everyone else has escaped? I didn't see jc offering any other solutions! jesus

it sucks that jfm is implying that jc doesn't have the right temperament to lead the clan, but he's literally the only person in authority to push back against jc's treatment of wwx this arc. and he's literally right that you shouldn't speak from anger. it's not what a leader should do, it's not fair or just, it doesn't allow you to speak wisely or carefully, and it's not something that will lead anywhere good. but after this arc all jc does is lead from anger and bitterness!

it's also so twisted that wwx feels responsible for this and tries to defend jc as 'he's just mad and venting' which he says is fine here but later in the story he bitterly complains about. like I know he loves and misses LP as an adult but this entire situation was absolutely noxious for everyone involved. ppl talk about jyl being parentified but wwx felt obligated to do the same for jc as well and put aside all his own needs and emotions for jc's as soon as this shit starts up. he acts like the undeserving servant as soon as he feels like he needs to I feel dizzy

[here2bbtstrash]

LDMOLT 9

• goddayummmm she did not just had a wet dream in the plane 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

• ‘I’m happy to get a translator??????’ THE AUDACITY OF THAT BITCH not that i’m complaining if this gets her and yoongi in the same bed but still! racism of all goddddd

• ahahahaha bringing astrology in here is SO YOUUUU

• whoa whoa whoa did we just admit we have a voice kink!!! PROGRESSS

• “Okay I’m ready to go win a Grammmy now!!” he is so fucking cute 😭 what happened to my PROD asshole

• did that just happen!!! i mean i was expecting it but not like this or so soon! looks like we are way too used to them just orbiting around each other

• well fuck! i’m well FUCK!

the karaoke was so cute and i’m so glad they’re finally off the edge and are having fun like they should! because they deserve it so much!!

Mochi is as usual relentless! you kept saying it’s long but honestly it didn’t feel like it because it’s so smooth! the only thing i think that’s remaining now is their talk in the morning!

the explanation as to why the reader is so edgy about having any kind of relationship with co workers also came up! but well this has already been way past controlling anything!

my fav bunnies are finally fucking like two human beings obsessed with each other telling each other what they want exactly!

i’m so so so happy to see the progression as far! I wonder though if yoongi will remember this in the morning!

we are also sleeping in the same bed and cuddling 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 god you dummies!

this was so hot and fluffy at the same time! and this series is way too close to my heart

thank you for delivering as usual! i hope you’re resting and taking care of yourself

love ❤️

Thank you for writing:)

AHHHHH LET'S GET INTO IT 🤪

skdjhfsfd the airplane dream can you believe 💀 let's just hope she wasn't talking in her sleep 💀💀💀 and listen we all know how i feel about realism so i was like let's throw in the realest thing of all: ✨american racism✨

LET THE RECORD SHOW IT TOOK ME NINE CHAPTERS TO GET TO AN ASTROLOGY MENTION lmaooooo i mean did we already decide months ago that reader is a taurus, yes, but,

can you believe they're actually COMMUNICATING (kind of) and TOLERATING EACH OTHER (mostly) and ADMITTING FEELINGS (okay that one's just yoongi right now 💀) like who even are these two

i really really loved writing the ktown scene, these two needed to have a fun night together and i've been DYING to write them as drinking partners (you know, in circumstances where they aren't talking about dead parents and almost attempting suicide sdjkflsfd)

ahhhh it means the world that this didn't feel long to you 🥺 16k felt a little ridiculous to me but my heart really wanted this whole weekend to be one chunk, like just reader and yoongi in their lil bubble 🫧💜 i'm so glad the pace still felt easy to read!!

and yesssss 🫠 we got some more insight into her last relationship and her trust issues lmao !! when you've been burned once your brain can freak out about what feels like repeating the pattern, part of why she's been struggling so much with all of this!

we're gonna have to see what happens in the morning 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

thank youuuuu so much love!!! to hear that this series has had an impact on you means everything bc i love these two sooooo so much 😩 and i'm so glad you're enjoying, thank you for reading!! 💜

[hislittleraincloud]

Children.

You need to fucking run your fics through the appropriate tech checks before you publish your shit.

Yeah, I get that some of you aren't EPL (English Primary Lang). But that doesn't mean your fucking writing program is, or that you can't translate it then run it through.

My gods. If you want to sell me a shitty WFJ story with fkn multiple Jennas in it bc you are obsessed with your fantasies, then you better make it as smooth a ride as possible. I know you're all fkn virgins (most of the writers are, apparently, according to a poll a little while back), but don't let that fucking extend to your Spellcheck & Grammar function.

However, I think that ultimately it might be the dialogue that rips me out of everything. It's the terrible goddamn dialogue. I just cannot read Cairo with completely AU characters, because y'all can't fucking write it. You want people who aren't braindead obsessed with fucking Ortega to read it? Or do you just want to rub n' shoot with others who're rubbin' and shootin', because a quick, shitty fuck is better than no fuck at all? Cairo would have a field day in a critique with y'all, and it would end up a big, bloody mess where y'all would be running to the bathroom in tears. (Or maybe that would be Wednesday, since she doesn't give two fucks. But I feel like the reason Cairo has only one friend is probably more than just her being a typical loner. Both have competitive superiority complexes, so when unleashed on those whose skills are lesser in a competitive arena, they are both likely reach for the heart of their enemies...Wednesday with Bianca (and Sheriff Galpin to a degree), Cairo with Jon and Winnie.)

But I'm starting to whine about content rather than tech specs, so. Do better if you're writing wild AUs. Actually, do the least that is expected of you as an author.

Ugh, speaking of checking shit, people who write articles about RPF need to understand the difference between historical fiction, self-insert/Mary Sueing, and RPF. There are differences. Pretty big ones, even if the genres can overlap/intersect in places.

ETA: I tried to force myself to keep reading it.

Nope, nope, nope to the nope.

CAIRO DOES NOT HAVE HAZEL EYES. DO THESE LOOK FUCKING HAZEL TO YOU? NO. THEY NEVER HAVE.

There is no reasoning given for this change...none. 🤦🏽‍♂️ She's never worn contacts for her roles because people love her big, obsidian-dark eyes. It's dark, dark brown, almost black. I have the exact same eye color. Yay Mexicans!

*GASP* an EYE reveal 🫠 Sorry about the scary Orwellian BIG BROTHER pose, but it seems that no matter how I take a pic to show my eye color, my brows furrow when I'm looking at the camera. Or at you, oh she who writes less than her potential.

For the love of all that's holy, stop. 😭 Or at least GET a second opinion for edits before you publish, preferably by someone who you will be expecting tech wreck from. Not active authors, because we're too busy...but active readers who can take the time to help you run through bad tech (spelling, typos, some grammar) and through spec check (specs = character consistency with canonical aspects you're trying to achieve, but if it's totally AU this isn't a priority, obvs.).

There's a culture going on right now where people can't critique others' works without being seen as meanie or anti. You all get rubber stamped on your creations at AO3 because no one is able to offer meaningful critique, and that means being able to take criticism. Not everyone's writing is great, or even good for that matter. I'm not perfect either, but at least I can do the bare minimum for the readers. But Tor, that's how we prac —

If you keep writing the same shitty, un-edited stuff over and over again, that's not practicing to write better. That's spewing sub-par 💩 for fleeting wet fantasies.

Write your shit, whatever it may be, but god damn, respect your readers a little more but moreover, respect yourself as a writer enough to want to publish something that isn't riddled with easy fixes.

[chopper-witch]

Tbf fakest part of Ms. Marvel was the perfect translation from Urdu to English. Nothing is ever that smooth. That’s fake as fuck.

[lix-ables]

i'm so glad you're back i missed you ❤️ anyways may i please request 14 w/ jeongin? tysm in advance 😭

-drabble anon

hii omg i got to this so so late im sorry bestie but hihi i missed you too !! and i hope you enjoy this, i really wanted to write this so bad #14 "no, i'm supposed to make you feel good." (minors dni !!) smut, mostly dirty talk, teasing, use of pet names (baby, doll, angel), slight grinding, etc. words :: 691. • © lix-ables. translating and/or reposting is not allowed.

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you grab at jeongin’s collar, pulling him closer to you than he already is, your body straddling him almost. your actions being so intense, and you know you can’t get any closer to each other than you already are.

“shit, okay wow,” jeongin manages, breathing hard, his lips red and swollen from your current make out session. you weren’t think straight, and neither was the boy in front of you, being in the exact positions that you were in a minute ago.

his fingers reach the caress the side of your cheek, making you want to chuckle at how soft he was being now, when just a couple minutes back he was almost clawing at you, almost as if he wanted to devour you, have you to himself.

he leans into you again, taking in the single breath you let out, a slight brush of lips against yours making you smile. his lips smooth when he presses against your body, your lips falling open at the brush of his tongue, welcoming him, making you feel just right.

you kiss jeongin, pushing yourself up against him, closing what little gap separated the two of you. you were breathless, kissing him until your lips bruised, turning red just like your faces.

his large hands find your waist, grabbing you toward him so that you were now straddling him completely, your clothed crotch directly above his. jeongin’s hand moves down to your thigh, rubbing your side, earning a small whimper from you when he reaches to the front, fiddling with the string on your sweatpants, tugging on it. your body moves as if it was meant to, rubbing against his bulge that was now so prominent and he lets out a grunt.

“so fucking desperate and needy,” he mumbles, his eyes fluttering when he tilts his head up to look at you. your head nods in response, fingers already working on removing his pants, trying to get him out of his clothes already.

“please..” you sigh, resting your forehead against his. jeongin’s lips part, licking his bottom lip, before slipping his hand into your pants, rubbing over your clothed pussy. “no, i’m supposed to make you feel good,” he says softly, his free hand resting at your lower back, still holding you close to him. “i’m supposed to make you feel just the way you make me feel everyday.”

“and how do i make you feel?” you mewl, biting your lip to hold back from moaning already just when he pushes your panties to the side, his finger sliding up and down on your already wet core. “fucking crazy, doll,” he huffs, chuckling at your question. “so crazy that i want to get you all whining and weak for me when i make you cum.”

“fuck, what else?” your eyes watch him as you get off of him, your fingers hooking onto the waistband of the pants, shimming out of it, leaving you only in your panties, and he groans at the sight in front of him. “c’mere, and i’ll show you, angel.”

you bite your lip, straddling his waist again, when he feels you soaked, right through the fabric, and he sighs. “gonna make you moan for me all night. gonna watch you cum on my fingers and tongue,” he whispers, like he didn’t want anyone but you to hear it.

“forgetting something aren’t you?” you lift an eyebrow, your fingers resting at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up a little, and jeongin takes this as an opportunity to rest his hands on your bare skin. you gasp at his touch, your hands falling limp to your side when he explores your body with his hands. “tell me what i’m forgetting, baby.”

“wanna cum when your cock is deep inside me,” you tease, leaning into him, getting close to his ear when you say this, lips brushing his lobe, kissing it before nibbling it once and you feel him shudder under you.

“oh, you don’t have to remind me. i’m going to make you cum on my dick so many times, doll. maybe more, if you behave and listen to me.”

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[taylors-fourth-cat-meow]

Acomaf Chapter 55

Warnings: 18+ only ; anti feysand; bad smut.

I just want to make clear that I, in no shape or form, like this badly written smut doing this cause some of ya'll requested it. So I am proud to present the infamous Chp 55 commentary.

I watched him consume every spoonful, his eyes darting between where I stood and the soup.

Umm... Does sjm not realise just how unromantic soup is? Like why soup? It's...slimy and has vegetables and boiled stuff and like- it's the least romantic food bruhhh 😭

 “I was going to tell you what I’d decided the moment I saw you on the threshold.”

Maybe you should....

Rhys twisted in his seat toward me. “And now?”

Ohh yeahh Feyre answer him!! What do u think of your sexual assaulter now?? After he told you he SA'd you for your own good, told you a sob story and gaslighted you! No srsly I am so intrigued. Please do tell.

Aware of every breath, every movement, I sat in his lap. His hands gently braced my hips as I studied his face. “And now I want you to know, Rhysand, that I love you. I want you to know … ” His lips trembled, and I brushed away the tear that escaped down his cheek.

WHAT THE FUCK? BESTIE WHAT?!

“I want you to know,” I whispered, “that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored—honored to be your mate.”

Honoured?? Wtf 😭😭😭 why wud u be honoured to he tied to Rhysie???? BITCH HE SA'd YOU! I wud have legit went naked out in snow and died of hypothermia if I were her Honoured my ass.

Rhys looked up, his face gleaming with tears. He went still as I leaned in, kissing away one tear. Then the other. As he had once kissed away mine.

Here we go with the retcons again. If I remember correctly babe, he licked your tears. Yes he licked u without your consent and like then twisted your bones. Literally.

The word's licked. Not kissed. Don't make it romantic. It's fucking gross.

His body shuddered with what might have been a sob, but his lips found my own.

You wanna know what my body is shuddering with? Disgust.

Rhysand scooped me up in a smooth movement before laying me flat on the table—amongst and on top of all the paints.

Ouchh.. that's gotta hurt. I mean aren't paints in like glass bottles?

I plunged my fingers into his hair, and he braced a hand beside my head—smack atop a palette of paint. 

Nah noo why? Why the paints? Is it supposed to be poetic cause she paints? Nah i- paints are gross and sticky and have a weird smell?

He let out a low laugh, and I watched, breathless, as he took that hand and traced a circle around my breast, then lower, until he painted a downward arrow beneath my belly button.

PLSS 💀

Homeboy thinks he's Google maps.

Thanks for the directions sir.

“Lest you forget where this is going to end,” he said.

Wtf is this shit?? Like is this supposed to be dirty talk?

He bhagwan uthale mujhe 😭😭 (translation: oh god kill me)

I snarled at him, a silent order, and he laughed again, his mouth finding my other breast.

Idk why but whenever it's mentioned that someone snarls, All I can think of is old ppl snoring loudly.

Smearing it in his hair, until great streaks of blue and red and green ran through it.

PLSSS RHYSIE WITH BLUE, RED AND GREEN HIGHLIGHTS LMAOOOOOO

Rhys pulled back again, and I let out a bark of protest—

Okayyy... What is this really? Is she shapeshifting into a dog or like-

I want you splayed out on the table like my own personal feast.

Yepp that's doesn't sound cannibal-ly at all.

He growled his approval at my moan, my taste, and unleashed himself on me entirely

Okayy I get u wanna do it doggie style but that doesn't mean u have behave Iike them too 😭💀

He looked me over, naked, covered in paint, his own face and body smeared with it, and give me a slow, satisfied male smile. 

Umm... But how is a smile male or female? Like what is a male smile? Do tell.

Wholly naked, I watched as he unbuttoned his pants, and the considerable length of him sprang free. 

I'm sorry but sprang free. 🤣🤣💀

I leaned up, reaching over his shoulder to caress the powerful curve of his wing.

Rhys shuddered, and I watched his cock twitch.

Nah but what is this weird wing fettish sjm has?????? Like wtf? This reminds of the anon ask about Illariyans orgasming on the battlefield because some touch their wings. 💀💀

and slid in. And in. And in.

Is this a typo or is she really that bad a writer?

My friend through many dangers.

My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul.

My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds.

Great! I'll join in! You're sexual assaulter who traumatised you for three months.

drawing out my pleasure until I felt and saw and smelled that bond between us, 

OHHH NO GROSSS WTF SHE MEAN BY SMELLED

Outside, the mountains trembled, the remaining snow rushing from them in a cascade of glittering white, only to be swallowed up by the waiting night below.

Not the Illariyans hiding under their tables cause their hl orgasmed and now there is an earthquake. Life there seems fun ngl.

[nayruwu]

number 23, finally

realistically, No You Would Not but you've got confidence i'll give you that <3 little brat.

HE IS SO RIGHT😭 guren was embarrassing as hell when he was younger. "you saw my true power, i have to kill you now" okay crybaby let's see if you'll say the same thing in half a year

but really i love this panel it's so in character and shows their relation really well.

and i STILL don't understand how that works out for him. he used to be stepped on just for existing😭

and i'm also wondering how exactly shinya smoothes his bullshit out. "forgive him his teddy fell out of bed last night and i didn't fetch it for him quickly enough"

translation: "shinya go back to shibuya i'm gonna let mahiru possess me and kill my own soldiers and also choke you you don't wanna be here for this"

also YUU'S EXPRESSION😭 they literally chose to show his confused face here instead of guren and shinya JUST to show us how 🤨 he thought that was. "sus... ඞ"

she and goshi don't have shinya privileges, they're not allowed to tease guren without consequences💀

never understood what was going on here. tying someone up naked and putting bricks on their legs?? is that some fucked up torture method? and in the anime they're just trying to grill him like a sausage on a string.

i'm just gonna leave this uncommented.

THEY GAVE HIS BARE ASS AND FEET A WHOLE PANEL😭😭

suddenly mito is blonde

AND GUREN IS LEANING FORWARD AGAIN I HATE THIS WHY IS HE ALWAYS LEANING FORWARD AND ALWAYS THE ONLY ONE TO DO THAT EVERYONE ELSE IS STANDING NORMALLY WHY CAN'T YOU

she really hasn't :( happy for her that she found a family but yeah this lesson is quite important for her.

guren knowing exactly what it feels like to have your loved ones dying in your arms ^w^ i love happy stories