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kanene-yaaay · 3 months

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Bunny Fields

Kanene's notes: Hi hi hiiiiii!!! Good afternoooooon!!!! The fic is finally here, let's goooo!! This is a gift for @squeaky-n-blushy for being absoluetly incredible and almost making me scream out loud w her comments and hcs and fics. Tu é um arraso, mana!

Warnings: There's a bit of animals tickling someone, not sure if it counts as warning but besides that, nothing more! Just a light cheer up tickles <3. Ticklish!Jin Ling and Ler!Shizui. Around 7.000 words.

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Lan Shizui smiled. His eyes closed as the cold wind caressed his hair and filled his lungs, muscles immediately relaxing, making his usual straight posture falter just a bit. There was the rustling sound of the leaves and birds singing nearby to help the calm, relaxed atmosphere that fell over him and confirmed his growing suspicion that it was going to rain later after the sun set. There was still plenty of time to enjoy and spend on his favorite place, however.

It took a few moments and no time at all for the feeling of something soft and fluffy graze his fingertips.

Shizui bit back a joyful giggle. Restrain was difficult when he felt so at home like this, but he was no longer a tiny child squealing and gasping in wonder at each new joy, letting instead delight and contentment be shown in his small smiles and the happy dance of his heart and soul.

As he opened his eyes, he was graced with the image of a small bunny hopping even closer, past his hand and right to his robes, smelling them before lovingly chining it.

An indignant sound ressounded behind him and the young boy quickly put the bunny on his lap before it was scared away, again, petting it with care and offering a slice of cucumber in an appeasingly manner. From a nearby bush, another bunny moved and looked at him, nose twitching with the promise of food.

“Why do they keep coming only for you?!” Jin Ling complained indignantly, his new round of protests only coming to a halt when a pair of fluffy ears perked just about his right.

His eyes zoned to them like an arrow to its target, robes twirling around him as he fastly turned to the animal’s direction and hastily offered the vegetable, one hand supporting him on the ground, keeping his expensive clothes away from the grass as the other stretched the farthest away as it was humanly possible in his attempt to attract the bunny. Initially it hopped a few inches away in a wary distance, making him have to stretch even more.

Even as impatience began nicking at his mind, Jin Ling kept his stance, until the bunny was back and staring at the food with interest, nose twitching and ears turned in his direction, its tiny mind clearly calculating the pros and cons of getting close to The Loud Human and having some free delicious snack or go back to its quiet safety but with no fresh snack. It was black with a big white spot on the base of his left ear and every time it moved the spot fluttered around as well.

After a few moments passed, the bunny hopped close.

A surprised, sharp gasp came out from the leader of the Jin Sect and both boys held their breaths, watching as it stopped momentarily with his noise before coming closer and closer. The slice almost trembled on his fingertips with his barely contained excitement when the animal stopped in front of it.

An experimental nibble was taken. Pride and warmth began filling Jin Ling’s chest and he prepared to crawl in its direction, already imagining how soft and fluffy that fur would feel when he finally got to hold and pet-

A white blur passed like lightning under him, not even faltering or stopping its dash even with the loud surprised shout from the young boy as he fell on the ground with the scare. It simply continued its path and barreled on the black spotted bunny, hopping like crazy around it and then running away in all its glory and speed, quickly being followed by the first one with energy.

Jin Ling watched as they went away, his eyes narrowing when he saw something suspiciously green and round in one of the bunnies’ mouth, only then turning to look at his hand and realize that his fingers were holding onto nothing, the fresh treat being successfully stolen away.

He felt his entire face burning with the knowledge that he just had been outsmarted by a tiny and fast bunny.

He turned around and laid on the grass with his arms crossed, pout evident on his face and growing stronger as he heard Shizui’s quietly concealed giggles of amusement.

“Stupids rabbits!”

Bunnies, actually, but the Lan didn’t think his friend would appreciate his correction at the moment.

Jin Ling stomped his feet once in frustration and for a moment the image of a small, round bunny wearing the yellow robes of the Jin sect and with a tiny red spot on his forehead, angrily stomping his feet on the grass flashed in Shizui’s mind, which didn’t really help him with the whole ‘not-laughing-at-your-friend’s-predicament’ thing. Jin Ling seemed to get even more energetic at this.

“That is why dogs are clearly superior! Even before being trained, Fairy already knew how to recognize a strong and trustful cultivator from a threat. Those rabbits are just scared of everything.”

Shizui did not point out who had just been scared by one of them not even a niàn ago, nor rolled his eyes at the other, knowing that even the half amused and half annoyed huff he let out in answer to his complains already tip toed the line of self control his sect was known and respected for.

“Do not bully the weak.”

“Weak?! Wasn’t you watching how it jumped on the other bunny and stole my treat? The only one bullying the weak here was it itself. Maybe you didn’t explain your rules to them well enough.”

Shizui felt his cheeks prickle with a small bound of heat. Since Jingyi told Jin Ling about his old habit of reciting the sect’s rules to the bunnies as a kid in order to better memorize them, the Jin haven’t left him alone until he showered said special place and bunnies to him (with Hanguang-Jun’s permission, of course).

Usually, and especially since becoming the First Disciple, Shizui shouldn’t engage in senseless banter. For a moment, he truly intended to ignore his friend’s clear provocation… but the need to defend his younger self was stronger. “They are good listeners.”

“And clearly bad learners.” Jin Ling grumbled, watching with envious eyes the bunny on his lap and the couple more surrounding him before turning around sharply, only to find the pair of black and white still jumping around the grass, the slice of cucumber now nibbled to half and in the other’s rabbit mouth.

He bit back a curse and turned to look at the sky. “Isn't it your obligation as the First Disciple to handle punishments? Go teach them something.”

A snort rang in the air and Jin Ling turned around just in time to see Shizui’s surprised smile for a flash before a long white sleeve ran to politely hide it.

“Maybe this one should ask shifu for some little brushes and paper? Before herding all of them to the Library Pavillion to copy the rules in handstands?”

Only then Jin Ling realized the absurdity of his words, the mental image of a bunch of bunnies following Shizui in line with tiny brushes and books as students with bad behavior eased his frown and thawed his moping into amusement.

He didn’t smile, but also didn’t snark back and instead turned back to the clouds, enjoying the scenery.

Soon enough his eyes began prickling with tiredness and he yawned, blinks getting slower and slower as the gray clouds continued to accumulate in the sky. Since becoming a Sect Leader, there was always something to do, some problems to resolve, a meeting to attend, emergencies that were of the utmost importance and needed his attention right now. Therefore, it was no surprise that his sleep became seriously affected by it, with little time to truly rest and even less time when his nightmares would leave him alone. It was rare to have… this. Time to just close his eyes and joy, to oblige his muscles to relax and let his mind drift away…

Something heavy lays on his robes and he jumps on the same spot with a shout, stopping himself from scrambling away when he sees that it was just Shizui by his side, now holding a bunny protectively against his chest as he petted it into calmness again.

“WHAT-” The bunny squirmed in the Lan’s hold and Shizui stared at him with a serious sharp gaze. Jin Ling frowned back, although his voice lowered, begrudgingly. He grabbed one more cucumber slice from the porch attached to his hip and offered to his friend to calm down the animal. Eventually, the bunny settled again on Shizui’s hold. “What do you think you were doing!”

Shizui watched him with such a neutral and unimpressed face that Jin Ling instectevely shivered with how similar to Hanguang-Jun he looked in that moment. In answer to this thought Jin Ling only scowled harder. If they are showing off their heritages he might as well prove his.

“Stay still.” With the corner of his eyes, he saw Jin Ling opening his mouth. “And be quiet.”

That only made his friend bristle even more, taking a deep breath in preparation for what could only be the start of a mix of threats, complaints and protests, so Shizui ran to lay the bunny again on his stomach, successfully shutting him up.

Interrupting was against the rules, but technically he was just finishing his previous comment and Jin Ling hadn't started to talk yet, so, with a lighter tune, he quickly continued before the other found his words again.

“They get easily scared with sudden noises and movements. We need to be careful.”

Jin Ling didn’t bat an eye at him and his words, currently too focused on the bundle of fluff that hopped to his chest and sniffed his fingers when he offered his hand, letting him pet it without a fuzz.

He let out a soft gasp when the bunny lifted itself to its hinder legs and began cleaning its face. Shizui was pretty sure that no emergency or obligation in the entire cultivation world could convince Jin Ling to move a single muscle now, his entire form melting back on the grass, completely attentive simply only to the cute animal on him.

Shizui could relate.

He watched the small smile blossoming on his friend’s expression and how clearer that made the heavy shadows under his eyes and his previous sour mood stood out.

Since he and lan Jingyi met Jin Ling, he had been energetic, grumpy and not afraid at all to speak his every thought in a way that Shizui could only wish to understand, going into dangers and ideas head first, defending what he believed with his entire being and bickering or even fighting with anyone who disagreed with him and tried to cross his path.

In those last months, however, it had been clear that the stress had been taking a toll on him. It was not as bad as the first seasons when his entire world came crashing down around him in a single night and he suddenly went from heir to leader of his sect.

Yet, lately he was still clearly jumpier and easy to startle than normal. His presence had became even more scarce than previously during their usual night hunts, his remarks more painful and his regretting silence after those louder.

Each and every one of those details accumulated and flashed in front of Shizui’s eyes like flaring signals, asking without words for immediate support.

To see him now, taking it easy, being full of excitement and softness, it only made Shizui’s determination to keep cheering him up like this even stronger. Quickly, he turned around, gray eyes fastly jumping around the field in search of more bunnies to bury the other under.

There was nothing better for lighting someone’s mood than being under a pile of cuteness and fluffiness, of that he was sure.

He had just successfully coaxed two more bunnies on Jin Ling and had just turned around to attract a fourth one when a barely concealed giggle froze him on the spot.

Jin Ling tried to scrunch his neck, but stopped mid movement when the rabbit just shoved its nose even more on the spot. It had spotted his brilliant red ribbon and got closer, wanting to give it a few experimental nibbles before the human quickly maneuvered the fabric away, hiding it under his head and hair from the curious bunny. Now, very much likely in a petty show of revenge, the small ball of fluff began sniffing his neck non stop.

As soon as the uncharacteristic sound was stolen away by the wind, Jin Ling turned around with wide eyes to stare at Shizui’s back, hoping that he hadn’t listened to the most embarrassing giggle he just let out.

(Look! He had been caught by surprise, ok? You try to contain your reactions when a stupid rabbit discovers your weakness and decides to start exploiting it as revenge for you trying to save its life!)

The Lan, however, seemed much concentrated to continue his mission of determinedly gathering more and more rabbits to absolutely submerge Jin Ling with them, for some reason. He would’ve sighed in relief if the moving ball of fur hadn’t just decided to start nuzzling right under his chin, resulting in a brand new round of giggles to bounce back and forth on his throat, being held back only by his lips being desperately pressed in a thin line.

“You dumb animal,” the heir of the grandious Jin sect refused to acknowledge the slight tremble in his voice, whispering his words so Shiziu wouldn’t realize the predicament he is in. If he, or even worse, Jingyi discovered about him being ticklish he would have to kill them himself in order to not die from embarrassment.

Besides, he was a sect leader, now. Sect Leaders simply were not ticklish.

As if actively contradicting him, the little tickly sensations continued to assault his nerves.

“Cut this off or I’ll break your legs!”

The rabbit continued being a rascal and ignored his warnings, pretty much like he himself when his uncle used that same threat with him, knowing he was all talk.

He bristled indignantly at being ignored and quickly lifted his arms, scaring one of the bunnies left on his torso to the ground

The other flinched and looked at his arms with suspicion, not far from following the other’s lead.

Swallowing a loud squeak - because the stupid little demon on his shoulder decided that his ear looked very interesting and began nuzzling it too - he changed his path to pet the second little fluffy ball on his belly because he wasn’t actually so petty - different of some animals as it seems - to scare the rabbits Lan Shizui left under his care just because of a few accidental tickles.

The animal quickly calmed down again and went dutifully back to search his robes for more snacks since the four slices of cucumber Jin Ling gave to it had already been devoured.

(What a greedy thing!)

It had just started to sniff his porch with curiosity when a tiny lick hit his neck and the one in yellow robes had to use all his self control to stop an honest squeal to leave from his mouth, transforming it into a yelp as his hands flew to grab the sneaky little rascal out of his shoulder. His cheeks burned from interrupting the silence with his uncontrolled reactions once again.

“I am going to roast you.” He brought the big, round thing next to his face, right in front of his eyes so he could glare at it better.

Once again, he must not have put too much heat on his mumbled threat because the rabbit only squirmed on his hold, obliging the grumpy, frowing leader move his hands to better secure it, supporting the torso and bun, before it went right back to to excitedly licking his face.

With a protesting and dramatic disgusted sound, Jin Ling pulled it away from him and made a face, showing off his tongue in what he knew was a childish move, but after so much blatant disrespect, he didn’t care anymore.

“Stupid rabbit, I will start licking you back, see how you like it!”

“Do not bully the weak.”

“Shizui!” The surprised expression made clear that the Lan had been successful in his attempt to not be discovered watching such a cute scene with the corner of his eyes, smiling fondly with drops of exasperation. Jin Ling’s face was slightly red and contorted in a scoff. “Shut up!I am not bullying anyone, this… thing here is the one that started everything. He hates me!”

Both boys turned to look at the bunny, still sitting comfortably in the other’s careful hold and totally taking advantage of his distraction to chin his cheeks energetically. Shizui very carefully did not lift one dubious eyebrow when he turned to stare at his friend again, but for the way that Jin Ling jolted on the same place and made a face, eyes staring back in defiance, he must have realized his true feelings anyway.

The one in golden robes opened his mouth to say something - probably a snapping remark - but immediately choked, his mouth quickly clamping shut as his entire posture became stiff as a board.

“Jin Ling?”

Said one looked at him with wide eyes, hands coming down to hurriedly drop the bunny in his hold back on his shoulders, which seemed to be trembling a little. His moves were forced and unnatural.

Immediately looking around to find the reason for his friend’s sudden silence, Shiziu found his gaze being promptly captured by his torso, squirming around and almost dislodging the other bunny on his stomach, who kept its unrelenting digging on the porch tied on his belt, missing the target most of the time and giving the sides and stomach under it the treatment of the soft, stubborn paws, uncaring for how the torso under it kept trembling and shaking under it.

His eyes changed their focus now to Jin Ling’s arms that jerked to his midriff. That was the moment the bunny he had just decided to put down began delivering licks and nuzzles back again on his neck, now free from any restraints and enjoying the opportunity present with the best of its ability.

Jin Ling's hands went up to his shoulder and then right back down, clearly not sure of each animal to take care of first, face getting even more red as the moments went by and the attack simply continued, lips pressed so firmly that they formed just a straight line on his expression, his cheeks starting to poof.

So it was true, Jin Ling definitely was…

Shizui tried to not smirk with mischievousness, doing his best to keep in mind and reflect in his body the sect’s rules.

(Do not bully the weak.)

However, Jin Ling was a very strong companion, a capable cultivator and admirable leader. No other word could be more unfitting to describe him than ‘weak’.

(Cherish your companions and friends. Value your family. Stay honest to your beliefs. Do not treat outsiders of the sect differently.)

He was here to help Jin Ling to relax and cheer up. If a new opportunity to do so presented itself so perfectly in front of him, it would be foolish to not acknowledge the benefits that resulted from it.

“Let me help you, then.”

Jin Ling could almost breathe in relief when he felt the rabbit on his stomach being lifted away, taking care of half of his attack. With mind and arms now free from the uncertainty, he moved to move the other one as well.

The moment of peace was soon over, however, when nimbly fingers took over its place and began digging and scratching on his sides with much more skill and precision than the animal.

He jolted with a squeal and the giggles that were already trapped on his throat spilled freely, seemingly to only encourage Shizui’s attack even more. The Lan focused in exploring every spot of sensitive skin, pinching and skittering everywhere those skillfully fingers could reach, finding the weakest spots and attacking them without mercy all while he kept evading without even a blink the clumsy dance of his own hands as they tried to stop him from his tickling and pulling the most embarrassing sounds from him.

A squeeze hit his hips and the initial giggly fit quickly grew to a loud laughter, his reactions seeing much harder to control when as soon as his barrier broke. With interest, Shizui’s hand latched on the spot, kneading the flesh and scribbling on the bone, very much satisfied with the answering guffaws that it resulted.

Such sensations spreaded like fire across his skin, a buzzing feeling that went from his hips to his entire torso in ticklish sparkles and funny tingles, mixing with the soft feeling of soft and fluffy nuzzles on his neck like a unbearable dance that made his smile grow wider and his laughter stronger.

“No!” He tried to growl in protest, but it came out more like a whine as he held the other’s wrist in reflex, briefly pulling it away from his torso when another high pitched squeak scurried away from his lips. In a flash, his friend’s other free hand (where was the rabbit?) had been quick to jump to the rescue, diving under the captured one and latching on his torso with energy. Fingers hopping from rib to rib, playing on each bone like they were the strings of a guqin until he was more focused in scurrying to hug himself than to keep the hand secure in his hold, squirming at every prodding and vibrating that attacked the spaces in between them as if the was dutifully tuning an instrument. “D-do not! Shizui!! Whahahat are you doing?”

“Helping you.”

“You are not! C-cut it out!”

Shizui’s next words were drowned by a shriek as another cold thing touched his neck. With a foreboding sensation Jin Ling realized that the other rabbit had joined the first one next to his shoulder, also sniffing and chinning him in a horrible, revengeful attack.

(What had he even done to this one?!)

“Get out, leav-eek! Leave my ribbon alone!” His voice wobbled and his words were completely taken over by plenty of snickers and chuckles, eyes closed from how much he was smiling, the sensations exploding behind his eyelids like flares. “Why do you keep licking me!”

He tried to scrunch his neck again in a poor attempt of protection, not really being successful since the bunnies simply deviated their attention and buried their stupid fluffy bodies and their stupid tiny, pink noisy noses behind his ears with energy and obliging him to move his face away, by instinct, which, of course, only opened even more places for them to explore, more tittering snickers and protesting squeals filling the air.

“Maybe it’s because of your… sweet personality?” Shizui cringed internally, then deflated, somehow glad that his friend was very much occupied laughing his heart out to point his thoughts out. Jingyi was much better at puns.

The fact that Jin Ling’s face still pulled into a frown, a quite weird one since there was a gigantic smile on his face, was still equally amusing, though.

“That was horrible! Bunnies do not eat sweets.”

“Fruits are sweet.”

“I am not a fruit!”

A twinkle appeared on Shizui’s gray eyes and for a moment he looked so much like Wei Wuxian that dangerous warnings began blasting on his mind. “Maybe they confused you with a red bayberry?”

Jin Ling felt his already blushing face be set ablaze with stronger flames. A series of offended and incoherent noises fell like a snowstorm from his mouth, legs starting to kick with giddy energy and his torso to more energetically twist away. The offending hands simply kept following him, although, no matter how much he turned this or that way, drumming quicker and stronger on his higher ribs for the trouble.

He prepared to string a completely cohesive and strong argument that may or not contain a few threats of breaking legs or imminent death when said worming fingers decided to climb and shove themselves in his armpits.

A shot cut across the air as Jin Ling arched his back. It took a few moments for him to realize that such inhuman sound had been his, especially as more and more shrieks continued to be fished from his lungs.

Shizui faltered for a couple of moments, surprised with his sudden stronger reaction, fingers stilling and trembling as he stopped himself from chuckling out loud in amusement at the reaction. Guffaws and snorts continued to fill the air and he gave the - as it seems - absurdly, awfully ticklish skin under his nails a quick, light series of scribbles.

Another screech left Jin Ling’s lips and he jumped on the same place, giddy, anticipatory giggling escaping from him even when the other stilled his fingers again. The first disciple of Gusu Lan felt his own mouth twitching into a grin.

“Shizui!”

Humming in lieu of an answer, Shizui started once more his skittering, now trying to add some stronger pressure as he scratched every available patch of skin. He watched as Jin Ling’s legs began kicking again with a new kind of fervor, moves growing quicker and more frenetic the longer he went.

His eyes squinted a little bit in thought. Freeing one of his hands, he pulled one of Jin Ling’s arms upwards, ignoring the yelp (and more tittering) that this resulted.

Making his touch light and soft again - not unlike the quick tracing of brush on paper or the quick plucking of a guqin’ cords -, the Lan ran the tip of his fingers on his inner elbow, watching as the other descended back to a hysterical snickering, kicks going from trashing to a steady pace of stomps.

(Lan Shizui tried to wash away all his smug thoughts of how hard it would be to hit such a sensitive place when wearing all the layers required by the mountains' weather. Such a pity the Jin’s golden robes weren’t as thick and numerous as Lan’s, truly.)

Then, with no warning he dived back to his pits, clawing them until another round of shrieking started anew together with, to his immense delight, energetic and quick kicks that continued to follow the speed of his tickling.

It was almost impossible to distinguish the red Vermillion’s mark in Jin Ling’s forehead with how red his entire face was. “Stop playihihihing!”

Jin Ling clasped his arms tight on his torso, trying to protect himself way too late and succeeding in only trapping his hands closer and looking one step closer of completely losing his mind.

“Get out of there!” But the rabbits also kept him let out the most embarrassing yelps and squeaks and Jin Ling no longer knew to whom his order was directed to.

“Lift your hands up and I will.”

The sect leader scoffed. It came out sounding like a snort. “I’m not falling for that!”

With a sort of amusement, Shizui watched as his friend’s reactions began fluctuate once more, according to the kind of tickles he delivered, going from a hysterical, loud giggly fit when he wormed his hands a little down low and decided to poke and prod his higher ribs, - quickly jumping from one spot to other to hear those funny, lovely squeals that appeared each time Jin Ling was caught by surprise, - to an uncontrollable round of crackles and screeches when he decided to vibrate non stop on his pits, making him kick and squirm and arch his back with no real way to escape the ticklish feeling that flooded his nerves in a fun kind of electricity that would put Zidian to shame.

(May his uncle never hear this.)

It took several tánzhǐs before Jin Ling’s mind stopped screaming and the next words of the Head Disciple of Gusu Lan finally sank.

The fact that the rabbits finally got tired from (all the movement and decided to look for food somewhere else) messing and attacking him might have helped.

“Lying is forbidden in Cloud Recessess.” Shizui reminded, watching him with an unusual playful gleam that didn’t inspire a lot of confidence in his words.

But Jin Ling wasn’t a little, easily tricked kid anymore. He had grown up with plenty of… experience to know a trap when he saw one.

“You’re just going to-” His voice disappeared in a loud squeal and he tried to give the boy in white robes an annoyed glare before it faded in the smile on his face, especially as Shizui continued to focus on that spot between his armpits and ribs, pulling more and more squealing laughter.

However, he was the nephew of Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian, and no one could shut him up when he had something to say!

He took a breath and spilled everything before the other could stop him again.

“You’re only going to tickle me more!”

Instead of the surprised face of someone who was caught breaking his sect’s main rules by being a dirty liar, Shizui only smiled calmly at him.

“I assure you. If you put your hands up, I will not tickle your armpits anymore.”

Then, he kneaded on the flesh and digged his fingers, as if reminding him how absolutely unbearable and insufferable the tickling truly was, taking all the breath he had just gotten away in a wheezing crackle. “Which I can not promise if you keep me trapped here.”

For a while Jin Ling was too lost in laughter to concentrate, arms trying to go up only to go crashing right back down as the Lan just didn’t stop tickling him.

The sadic Lan he called a friend continued to soften his touches to a light, maddening scribbling just after each attempt, only to go back to full on drumming on his poor pits the moment he managed to lift his arms the tiniest bit, cutting off all his progress.

“Why are you doing this!”

“Doing what?”

“Tickling m-” He cuts himself just as his mind caught his words, again, he turns a (non effective) frown and a glare (without heat) to his friend, who now loses the battle against himself and begins to softly snicker.

Jin Ling frowns harder at how warm that makes him feel. It is still a funny image with all the smiling and laughing. “I already said I am not falling for that!”

“You only need to put your arms back up, Sect Leader Jin, and I will not tickle your armpits anymore.” His tune had… something. If it wasn’t Shizui, it would almost sound as if taunting.

Still, it made Jin Ling bristle and, with all the strength he could gather, shot both of his arms up at once. They shook and trembled with plenty of laughter frolicking across the grass, yet they were kept high up.

Shizui stopped immediately and Jin Ling waited, anticipation prickling on his skin, for the moment those tormenting fingers would go back to assaulting his pits.

With wide eyes, he watches, instead, as the other simply pulls his hands away with a tranquil, almost knowing look in his face.

“Lying is forbidden in Cloud Recessess.” Shizui, once more, reminds him.

There is still… a kind of light in his eyes that keeps titters falling from the leader’s lips and a tingling to run across his nerves.

A breeze of air passed through them, making the hair on his neck stand up and him to prepare for another attack. He quickly pulls his arms right back down and Shizui adjusts himself so he is sitting on his legs, watching Jin Ling as if he is as silly as the big smile that is still plastered on his face.

Jin Ling begins to relax.

That is when, in a beautiful, blurring and fast flash of white, two hands latch on his stomach and started clawing with energy, scratching any and everywhere, kneading up and down, spidering all around, scribbling and pitching from side to side.

“No, no, no! Not the tummy, not the tummy! Shiz-” Another high screech was out of his lungs, a surprised, belly laughter (ha-) following right after. His voice got completely taken over by the force of the sound, totally unrestrained and unstoppable.

Lan Yuan really couldn’t help it.

He kept on tickling, kept looking for the spots that brought the most high pitched reactions, the cutest sounds, the sensitive places that made him bang his fists on the ground and try to roll away from the ticklish touches only to feel sneaking fingers swiping across his spine and dancing on his back over and over again until he was back to pressing his back on the ground, kindly putting his stomach right back at his tickly attention again and again.

It took him three tries, but soon Jin Ling was able to pass coherent words in between his slow, giggly and continuous descent into madness.

“I already commanded you to stop!”

And, just like magic, the tickling actually stopped.

Jin Ling kept feeling the ghost of the scribbles and tickles jumping excitedly across his muscles and nerves. He hugged his belly and tried to squirm away, but a firm touch on his torso prevented him from doing so, pulling his attention back to his friend as he kept trying to reign all the snickers flowing from him.

His smile dimmed a little when he realized that the other was frozen, as if stuck in a daze.

What was that about? Did he just get hit by a curse? Was someone approaching? Maybe Hanguang-Jun? Was that why he stopped all of a sudden? Jin Ling supported himself on his elbow and looked behind Sizhui, trying to see any hint of white robes, a guqin or Wei Wuxian.

When nothing besides a bunch of bunnies and trees catches his eyes, he goes back to stare at his friend, brows furrowed in confusion.

“You didn’t.” Lan Sizhui replies, as if this explains something.

“What?”

He jolts on the place when his strong, watching gaze falls on him, looking determined. “You didn’t.”

He starts to smile, something bright and happy. Jin Ling squints his eyes.

“You didn’t ask me to stop.”

With a shock, this time the leader of the Jin Sect was the one who froze, eyes widening with realization, mind running across the moments since the attack began. He surely would… I mean, it wasn’t as if Jin Ling actually still liked… Shizui simply must have been confused!

The blush on his face grows darker and darker.

“That doesn't mean anything! Besides, I shouldn't even have to! I- I-” His tune is as squeaky as his laughter, words jumping out of his throat before he can think too much about it.

Instead of giving up of whatever he was planning to do, however, Shizuis's face only continues to get fonder and fonder, transforming into something so utterly joyful and glad that it has Jin Ling stumbling to erase it before the other can start getting ideas. More sentences tumbles out of his mouth as his arms try to push him clumsily away. “You Lans shouldn’t even… We aren’t kids anymore!”

Shizui’s grin continues unchanging, shining in fondness and playfulness and Jin Ling continues to feel his neck getting progressively more and more hot.

“Animals still play as adults, especially bunnies.”

“What does that have to do with anything, we are not bunnies!”

“There is no age to have fun, A-Ling.”

Then his gray eyes got wide and panicked and the sudden change left Jin Ling so confused that, when the other hurriedly jumped in his direction, he only managed to defend himself in their wrestle battle for some moments before the mischievous hands were burrowing themselves once again on his armpits. Just the slight graze of the ticklish feeling was enough to turn his body into well cooked noodles until the other was able to bring him right back to the ground, kicking and laughing non stop as the drumming was right back.

“You said you wouldn’t tickle them anymore!”

His entire body shook with the peals of laughter, head being thrown back with the force of it. There was nothing else his senses could feel except that it tickled. It really, really tickled, even more now that Shiziu seemed to catch on just how much he didn’t truly mind the playful attack at all.

There was still mercy in the world, as it seems, though.

“That is true.” The digging stopped and Jin Ling barely had time to breath before his sides began to be attacked with some light and energetic spidering, rare pinches appearing here and there and making him buckle from one side to another with surprise.

The sudden change caught him out of guard and his belly laughter to fall back to a series of his embarrassing snickery giggles. His shoulders hunched up and he pressed his face on them, trying to at least muffle a little bit of such undignified sounds.

Lan Shizui must have some kind of mind reader amulet with him because in the very next niàn the soft tickling went back to an unmerciful kneading that made him squeal and squirm uncontrollably until his face inevitably came out of its hiding place. He began kicking his legs with all his might, making the other one turn around to look at them with a critical eye.

“Very well.”

And, as if they just had an entire conversation and arrived to some sort of agreement, Lan Sizhui freed one of his hands to squeeze on his right knee, summoning a loud snort, more and more of them being successfully mixed with his now wheezing fit to Shizui's happy delight.

The leader of the Jin Sect got stuck in a playful, tickly cycle of extending his legs in a poor and unsuccessful attempt to escape from the tickles, shaking them from a side to another since Shiziu discovered that scratching on the underside of his knees will get him wiggling and letting out an unending ‘eee’ sound and then getting his sides teased and scribbled on until he was a mess of giggles, pulling his legs up to another round of kicks only for his knee to receive even more squeezes.

Every step of the cycle kept being repeated over and over again, as thoroughly and carefully as possible, making him wheeze, yelp, squeal, snort (there was so, so much snorts, Jin Ling is never surviving this if Lan Jingyi ever finds out), snickers, guffaws and temporary barks of laughter that makes his shoulders bounce, his head to shake and his mind to go completely crazy with such a funny, unbearable sensation.

His core spinned and twirled with each moment, sending warmth and adrenaline across his every meridian, making every light touch, every poke and spidering much more ticklish than before. His smile is so big and there are so many memories of his childhood passing through his mind and he wants to pull and push the sensation away and…

And he giggles and giggles and giggles.

Finally, the tickling stops and Jin Ling just… melts on the grass. His mouth is still twisted in a smile longer after all his tittering and hammering heart calms down. Feeling so dizzy with adrenaline, giggly in joy and relaxed only highlights how much tense he was before.

He closes his eyes and just stays there, catching his breath, enjoying the breeze and wondering if he should get his revenge right now or wait to first bribe Jingyi into spilling all of Shizui’s best tickle spots and then get him, perhaps even with his help.

When his eyes open, his friend is there, petting a bunny that got close with one hand and holding a porch with the other. Jin Ling moves to sit and glare when Shizui turns with a calm, happy face to offer him water.

He opens his mouth to say something - a promise, a threat, a complaint - but no words come out so he simply gets the poach and drinks the water greedily.

Stupid noisy bunnies.

Stupid attentive Lans.

“Are you feeling better?”

Shizui at least has the sense of sounding a tad apologetic. As he should! Attacking someone (and a Sect Leader no less!) with such a… childish, unbecoming tactic. His uncle, Sect Leader Lan and not even Sect Leader Nie would be found fooling around like this in his place. Jin Ling almost bristles at him in answer.

The warmth and fact that he is the most relaxed he had been in days stops him. But still!

“What are you talking about?”

Shizui looks around and then at him, eyes catching his without fear or mockery and holding his gaze. They spend a moment like this until the other looks away with a soft sigh.

“You seemed stressed, lately, so I-”

(-thought to bring you to my safest space, where no worries can find you or matter.)

(-decided to tickle you until you looked and sounded so carefree that no problem would try to keep haunting your mind.)

(-remembered how easy and effortless it is to be playful around you.)

How silly would he sound should he say any of this. Words weren’t usually a problem for him and yet Shizui found himself not knowing exactly how to explain his motives.

“I wanted to show you the bunny fields. They’re always very effective to be calming and joyful.”

He decided to go with that.

“And since when do I need your help?” Jin Ling sniffed, “I am fine!”

Shizui blinked, stared at him, face showing no strong emotion. His eyes narrowed just the slightest bit.

He lifted one of his hands in a clawing motion.

“Wait! D-don’t! I just said that I am fine.” he made a noise between a scoff and a snickery sound. “Lying is prohibited here, isn’t it? As a sect leader, it would be unbecoming to disrespect your sect by not following them.”

He crossed his arms and their eyes found themselves again. Without even meaning to, Jin Ling’s voice softened. “I am fine.”

(Thank you.)

Shizui huffed, sounding both amused and relieved, smiling a little back. “Then I am glad.”

#Decided to put the fun facts on the next day's rb! It's just a few interesting points about reactions and a few choice of words #This isn't a very teasy one because I can't really see Shizui being like super teasy but! I tried mixing a little bit of wwx tricking-#-and teases together with Lan Zhan's more direct and attentive approach because I thought it would be fun if our lil a-yuan #mirroned his fathers' techiniques (at least how I hc them jugfgh) when tickling someone #mdzs tickles #mdzs tickling #sometimes I blinked and saw Lxc and Jc in the place of their nephews. ops.#Ticklish!Jin Ling #Lee!Jin Ling #Ler!Lan Shizui #Ler!Lan Yuan #Kanene's fics #Kanene's fanfics #If you found any big mistake or incoherency have mercy i am. so sleepy. lkijugtghjklmnbvvbnm #you all hype me so much to post my fics kjhgfghj i am really excited with this one. thank you so much <3

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sheliesshattered · 1 year

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I've been sewing so much that I keep forgetting to take pictures and post an update about my progress. In the last five days since my last post I have:

Hand-sewn the final hem for the overdress!

Sewn on the round flat beads at the wrists and the lacing points to the ends of the front laces!

There's one small adjustment I'd like to make to the neckline trim, and then do the beading on top of it if I get time, but for now I'm calling the overdress officially done. (Though certainly in need of a good ironing.)

With that checked off my list, it was time to turn my attention to the underdress -- in the two pics directly above, I had the underdress on the hanger with the overdress so I could mark how much length to remove from the neckline, armscye, and skirt hems.

Buuut since I also needed to cut some silk organza for the overlap flaps at center back of the underdress, I also took a small detour to make a little bag to carry all my stuff around at con:

It's lined with the same organza as the underdress is made of, and has pockets for my phone, card case, and purell, and a bit of space besides to carry other stuff like chapstick and whatever else. If I end up with time at the end of the month I might fancy up the drawstrings a bit, but eh the whole point was to have something simple that will hold my stuff and blend into my dress. (And then I pattern-matched on the side seams anyway because I have zero chill.)

With that out of the way, it was time to really focus on the underdress. I got those flaps for the center back cut out and sewn on, and all the raw edges finished since they tend to be a bit itchy. Once those were on I was able to mark out how much I wanted to remove from the neckline and armscyes so that they don't stick out under the overdress, trim those back and start handsewing them down. As of tonight the armscyes are done, and the neckline is trimmed and ironed into place (which was more of a pain than I thought, and took almost an hour all on its own) and the handsewing started:

That lowest part of the V is actually center back, and the darker section folds over to overlap with the other side. Once the neckline is all in place I'll tack down the pointy outer corner (and the matching one on the other side) to the edge of the neckline. This will keep the neckline nice and fitted, but let the center back section open freely so the whole thing goes on over my head easily. It'll also give a nice, opaque, no-skin-showing underlayer right beneath the back lacings of the overdress, without actually having any closures of its own.

Once the neckline is done and the back flaps tacked down, it'll be time to really finish up the seam finishes that I've been handsewing off and on since, oh March or so, lol. I have all of them finished to about hip level, and since the skirt seams all are straight, I'm hoping I'll be able to iron them in place and either handsew them much faster or just machine sew them, we'll see. Last thing for the underdress will be the hem for the skirt, but since the overdress's hem went fairly smoothly with fabric that is much more fiddly, I'm hoping that the hem for this one will go pretty quick, too.

There's one bit of construction that I need to do for the jewelry, and I need to finally actually style the wig, but I'm starting to feel close to the finish line for Rhaenyra. Like I said earlier, I would really love to get the beading at the neckline done too -- but not as much as I would like to have all my other costumes pulled together, so that will definitely be a late August thing, if I get to it at all.

Ideally I would like to have all of the underdress sewing done by Thursday or Friday so that I can shift gears and start working on sewing the shorts for my Harley Quinn mashup. I've got five four weeks and a couple of days to finish everything, so if I can spend one week on this underdress, one week on Harley Quinn, and one week on all the wig work (five in total), I'll still have two weeks and change roughly 10 days to get to all the various detail work that I've been putting off. I'll try to remember to take pictures and post updates as I make progress!

#RRD cosplay #Rhaenyra Targaryen cosplay #my cosplay #my sewing #Dragon Con prep #Dragon Con 2023 prep

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s-i-m-p0 · 2 years

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Epel felmier x childhood friend! Reader

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Today was epel's birthday and I decided since he can't come home and visit I'll come to him.

So now I'm stood infront of epels dorm with a small present bag. I am so nervous, I feel like a fish out of water everything here was so fancy, while I was in denim-shorts with a red flannle shirt and adorned on the back if my neck was a staw hat and Simple brown boots were on my feet caked in dirt and muck.

"Bonjour mademoiselle, how may I help you," a thick french voice asked. "Oh! Umm...,i'm y/n,jm looking for epel felmier,he's my friend"

"Ah! Of course,mon cheri, follow me" I nod and start following the figure. We enter fancy dorm "ehem!" I spin around to see a more fancier looking man with hair dyed purple at the end.

"Rook whyd you bring in a muck?" "Ah!, Roi de Poison, this is y/n, a friend of epel from his village"

This 'rou de poison' dude eyed me suspicious and slowly circled me. "Hmm, you do have good bone structure but you dotn look suitable enough to see epel right now in you're...state"

I send him a weird look. "Hey! I'm just dropping off gifts from us from hone then I'll be gon-"

"Sh! I won't hear it, rook, to the salon" he started to walk away and rook grabbed my arm draging me along behind him.

I was pulled into a seat infrotn of a vanity decorated with all kinda of make up.

"Rook, give me a hair brush and the hair spray" my hair was unbraided from its plat and a brush was draged through my hair.

My head was pulled back. "Keep you're head up," the dyed haired hissed pushing my head back up.

"So tell me,mon cheri, how come we didn't meet you when we visited?"rook asked curiously.

"Oh I was hunting some animals to feed mine plus other familys"

In the reflection I could see the one behind me grimace.

"Oh! You have a hunting group?" "Yeah we call it 'hunters of artimis' after the Greek god"

Rook nods.

"Now we've finished your hair...time for make up...oh the great seven please epel and sit still."

"Oh beautiful vil, they're from the same place, I'll say they'll be co-operative"

This new named vil person sat next to me and opened up a make up pallet.

"Tell me more about your hunter group, please mademoiselle"

"Well we use different wepons; bows,swords,spears and sometimes Poison in winter"

One side of my face was lightly grabbed and tilted.

"You've used Poison?" Vil asked Intriged now by our conversation.

"Yes, the alchemist make Poison that's harmless to humans but extremly deadly on animal

We don't tell the village about the alchemist but a small portion of the village is part of it"

He let out an odd chuckle. "Face me" he ordered.

I shuffle round and face vil as he starts on my left side. "How can a Poison be deadly to animals and not humans?" He asked.

"Well, we had done some test on dead trees that had animal remains on and we tried on some human bones..." I grimace with vil remembering the testing process "and human bones we bought from a neighbouring village who's culture is too sell the dead on

Then we added hyoblplical acid with HASIC2 ( i have no idea what that is i made it up) and got the results we needed"

I suddenly glinch as cold liquid was pressed on my face. "What was that?!" I panic moving back slightly. "Foundation, now come back closer I'm nowhere near done"

~~~~after all...that~~~~~~~

"Now you're outfit, rook something poofy or layed down"

"Hmm...I'd say poofy but not met-gala poofy, Roi de Poison"

He nods and grabs a few dresses from the rack. "Why... you know what never mind"

Considering this dorm I couldn't ask why they had dresses because nearly everyone here looks as a fem-boy (not that its a bad thing!!!)

I was unceremoniously pushed into a changing room. "Come out when you're done" vil ordered I sigh I just wanted to say happy birthday to epel, deliver gifts and go back home,not have a runway show.

I removed my clothes (and shoes) and slip into this fancy weird outdated dress. Slowly I step out aqwuardly "no," "no" "agreed"

This prossess happened til I just grabbed one at random and decided that is the one.

I close y eyes tightly and grab a dress hoping for the best.

My hand grabbed one that felt comfy in my hands and had no weird spinening. I open my eyes to see a lovely lilac dress

I put it on easily and step out. "Alright I'm open with a runway can I just see my friend?" I beg crossing my arms.

"Hmm, suits you well enough don't you agree rook?" "Oui"

A unrelated sigh left my lips and I grab my clothes from the changing room.

Rook took them and placed them in a bag "I'm sure these heels will fit fine"

I nod and slid them on. "Can I see epel now?"

"Yes,follow us" a exhausted groan left my mouth as I follow holding my stuff.

We ended in a ballroom filled either people chatting away in groups and food along one side of the room with drink on the other.

"Y/n?" My head darts around for that familiar voice. I lock eyes with epel. "Epel!" I yell running up to him full speed.

I lock arms around his neck as his lock aroudn my waist spinning me around.

When I was placed down a few 'awws' or cheering was heard.

"Y/n, baby, you look so Pomefiore like" he laughs. "Well someone found me when rook tried to take me to you and decided a fashion show was ideal" I laugh along pointing at vil.

Epels arms stayed around my waist with his head resting on my sholder.

Vil and rook aproched "so, epel, you baby potato are dating her, a potential model lf tried hard enough" I roll my eyes "you wish drama queen"

Third person;

Y/n laugh with epel "oh! I have to show ya the gardens there amazing!" Epel grabs his beloved hand and

I sigh taking in the moment and rest my head on epels chest. "I love you" i mumble "me too, my sweet apple"

As the clock struck midnight epel picked you up bridal style and carrier you inside.

"It appears baby potato has found love way before we knew rook" vil laughs.

(these are all from my drafts help)

#epel felmier x reader #fem reader #twisted wonderland

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lowres-masamune · 2 years

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SLBP x FGO AU??

hear me out guys. slbp lords as fate servants fellow fgo players where y'all at -eye emoji- I came up with this like 4 months ago and suddenly remembered it while brushing my teeth this morning so here we go this is the crossover event that no one asked for but we all deserve it.

I've only thought about their servant classes, but I had a lot of fun with it so there'll be more to come soon I've just been really busy for the past few weeks :( under a read more bc it got very long

(this is purely based on SLBP's depictions of them!)

Nobunaga — Ruler

Well I can't choose Archer for obvious reasons dammit. I know he isn't fair and etc like a Ruler normally is, but I thought it would be interesting because in SLBP he is shown to be a good lord who cares about the people below him and wants to change things for the better so that works I guess? And also imagine his ascension in FGO where he could go from either his act 1 self to his unification self or the other way round depending on how you want to depict him. interesting.

Mitsuhide — Caster or Saber

Mostly because I didn't really see him fitting into the other classes? but I feel like in a HGW he could still fight pretty well but he'd be more of a strategist type of servant.

Yukimura — Berserker

I was gonna go with Lancer at first because he has a big spear of his skill with a spear. But the story does mention that all his talk of dying in battle with honour etc is very excessive, and even makes other characters question his sanity. Berserker would also be a great fit for him because he would do anything to train and get stronger, and he would unhesitatingly give up his life for his lord, Shingen who he is almost blindly loyal to.

Saizo — Assassin

Pretty obvious choice, no comment.

Masamune — Saber

I didn't know where else he fits, and he is also mentioned to be a master of mine-uchi, a supposedly very difficult katana technique. Well he is good at a bunch of things in the story, but I think he'd fit best in Saber class <3

Kojuro — Saber

I feel like he could be a Caster as well, but he's the one who taught Masa all those sword techniques so I guess it made sense to have him here.

Inuchiyo — Lancer or Berserker

Because he uses his spear a lot ofc. And he is pretty reckless but he's also really strong like most Berserkers.

Ieyasu — Archer

I'm just gonna go with archer because I see his in game sprite has a bow. I think he could fit into assassin class but idk.

Mitsunari — Caster

He would be a great caster, but probably a pain to work with at first if you're not Hideyoshi.

Hideyoshi — Ruler

Because he definitely seems like one, personality-wise. I can really see him being the ruler in a HGW hehe

Shingen — Rider

An obvious choice because he's great at horse riding and he has the best cavalry in the land. He could fit into all the other normal classes except for caster and assassin but I needed some variety. Plus imagine him hanging out with all the other really cool riders like Drake hehehehe they would be good friends. also imagine him with his horse Kurokumo in his NP hnnngggg

Kenshin — Berserker

he could fit into most of the classes but I think this one kinda fits his reputation as the god of war. plus it would be interesting bc he does not look like a berserker at all. also bc he literally goes mad when he sees nice things and he will bring them home and no one can stop him (he is so relatable). he is so chaotic but we all love him. ALSO this means that he and Shingen will have a class advantage over each other HUHuHUHU so they will keep fighting each other and none really has the upper hand over the other; they will still remain rivals even as servants.

Shigezane — Saber

I don't know where else he'd fit either, and it just felt right to put him here idk.

I don't really know anything about Nobuyuki soz guys

imagine Nobunaga and Kenshin meeting their fgo counterparts

sorry this ended up being so long haha but I hope y'all enjoyed it. I haven't played enough of the Shadow routes yet to write about the ninja characters tho but the time will come. I haven't played all of the lords' routes yet so tell me if I might have misinterpreted something! feel free to add on <3

#slbp #samurai love ballad party #otome #fate grand order #fgo #fgo crossover

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thebananatroll · 2 years

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Chapter 4, part 13 十三 . 为民请命 Shísān. Wèi mín qǐngmìng 13 . Plea for the people

[宋嫂] 鱼叔! 不要签--! Yú shū! Bùyào qiān--! Uncle Yu! Do not sign—!

[Narration] 宋嫂在东坡肉的护送下从林中走了出来… Sòng sǎo zài dōng pō ròu de hùsòng xià cóng lín zhōng zǒule chūlái… Sister Song walks out of the forest under the escort of Dong Po Rou…

[西湖醋鱼] 你脱身了…!? Nǐ tuōshēnle…!? You escaped…!?

[Player] 鱼叔, 这易牙是我空桑仇敌, 每每随在身后阻挠我寻回亲人。 Yú shū, zhè yì yá shì wǒ kōng sāng chóudí, měiměi suí zài shēnhòu zǔnáo wǒ xún huí qīnrén. Uncle Yu, this Yi Ya is the enemy of my Kong Sang, always following behind me to get in my way of finding back my relatives.

[Player] 我猜测宋嫂很有可能已被易牙挟持作了人质。所以我私下让东坡藏在暗处营救宋嫂, 而我们则在明处吸引易牙的注意力。 Wǒ cāicè sòng sǎo hěn yǒu kěnéng yǐ bèi yì yá xiéchí zuòle rénzhì. Suǒyǐ wǒ sīxià ràng dōng pō cáng zài àn chù yíngjiù sòng sǎo, ér wǒmen zé zài míngchù xīyǐn yì yá de zhùyì lì. I had guessed that sister Song was most likely taken away by Yi Ya to be used as a hostage. That’s why I secretly had Dong Po hide in the dark to rescue sister Song, while we attract Yi Ya’s attention in the open.

[东坡肉] [Player]的这个主意实在是好! 我在林子里找到被食魇挟持的宋嫂, 三拳两腿就把那些食魇全打趴在地了! [Player] de zhège zhǔyì shízài shì hǎo! Wǒ zài línzi lǐ zhǎodào bèi shí yǎn xiéchí de sòng sǎo, sān quán liǎng tuǐ jiù bǎ nàxiē shí yǎn quán dǎ pā zài dì le! This plan of [Player] is actually pretty good! I went into the woods to find sister Song who had been kidnapped by the Food Nightmares, with three punches and two kicks, I had all those Food Nightmares beaten to the ground!

[Player] 抱歉, 鱼叔, 一直瞒着你。因为易牙此人十分精明, 若事先将计划告诉你, 我担心你的演技... Bàoqiàn, yú shū, yīzhí mánzhe nǐ. Yīnwèi yì yá cǐ rén shífēn jīngmíng, ruò shìxiān jiāng jìhuà gàosù nǐ, wǒ dānxīn nǐ de yǎnjì… Sorry, Uncle Yu, I’ve been keeping you in the dark. It’s because Yi Ya is an extremely shrewd person, if I had told you my plans in advance, I would worry about your acting skills….

[西湖醋鱼] 那你刚才对我说的话… Nà nǐ gāngcái duì wǒ shuō dehuà… Then what you said to me just now…

[Player] 那、那自然是真心实意的了! 鱼叔, 你是我最重要的亲人之一, 不管情况有多糟糕, 我都不会放弃任何一位亲人! Nà, nà zìrán shì zhēnxīn shíyì dele! Yú shū, nǐ shì wǒ zuì zhòngyào de qīnrén zhī yī, bùguǎn qíngkuàng yǒu duō zāogāo, wǒ dū bù huì fàngqì rènhé yī wèi qīnrén! That, that was naturally genuine and sincere! Uncle Yu, you are one of my most important relatives, no matter how terrible the situation is, I will never give up any one of my relatives!

[易牙] 可恶! [Player]你、你实在是-- Kěwù! [Player] nǐ, nǐ shízài shì— Damn it! [Player], you, you are truly—

[易牙] 你这么做, 根本就不符合, 主角人设啊!! Nǐ zhème zuò, gēnběn jiù bù fúhé, zhǔjiǎo rén shè a!! You doing this, is absolutely not in line with, the role of the main lead!

[Player] 阿, 易牙, 你的愚昧, 贪婪, 狂妄, 倒是十分符合“反派”人设了! Ā, yì yá, nǐ de yúmèi, tānlán, kuángwàng, dǎoshì shífēn fúhé “fǎnpài” rén shèle! Ah, Yi Ya, your ignorance, greed, and arrogance, are totally in line with the role of a “Villain”!

[Player] 不要妄想事情全都如你所愿。易牙, 你所选择的对手绝不如你想象中那般好对付! Bùyào wàngxiǎng shìqíng quándōu rú nǐ suǒ yuàn. Yì yá, nǐ suǒ xuǎnzé de duìshǒu jué bùrú nǐ xiǎngxiàng zhōng nà bān hǎo duìfù! Don’t assume everything will go your way just because you want it to! Yi Ya, the opponent you have chosen is by no means the type that you thought was easy to deal with!

[易牙] 你什么都不明白, [Player]。 Nǐ shénme dōu bù míngbái, [Player]. You don’t understand anything, [Player]

[易牙] 空桑少主, 好戏…还在后头… Kōng sāng shǎo zhǔ, hǎo xì…hái zài hòutou… Kōng sāng shǎo zhǔ, hǎo xì…hái zài hòutou… Kong Sang Shao Zhu, a good show…has yet to come….

[Narration] 易牙轻蔑一笑, 身影消逝在林中…. Yi Ya smiles with disdain, his figure fading into the forest…

[Narration] 不日, 宋弟将赵恶霸抓获, 经过一番盘查, 挖出当年赵恶霸做过的种种恶劣行径, 还将他背后的势力连根拔起! Bù rì, sòng dì jiāng zhào èbà zhuāhuò, jīngguò yī fān pánchá, wā chū dāngnián zhào èbà zuòguò de zhǒngzhǒng èliè xíngjìng, hái jiāng tā bèihòu de shìlì liángēnbá qǐ! In the next few days, Younger brother Song would arrest Tyrant Zhao, go through a round of interrogation, dig out all sorts of Tyrant Zhao’s despicable conducts over the past few years, and even uproot his powerful backer!

[Narration] 当地百姓得知赵恶霸和那些贪官污吏得到了惩治, 无不拍手称快。 Dāngdì bǎixìng dé zhī zhào èbà hé nàxiē tānguān wū lì dédàole chéngzhì, wúbù pāishǒu chēngkuài. When the common people had learned that Tyrant Zhao and the corrupt officials had received their punishment, everyone without exception applauded and cheered.

[宋嫂] 各位大侠, 这么多年来无以为报, 只能-- Gèwèi dà xiá, zhème duōnián lái wú yǐwéi bào, zhǐ néng— Heroes, after so many years I had been unable to return the favour, I can only—

[Player] 宋嫂! 不要这样, 你快起来! Sòng sǎo! Bùyào zhèyàng, nǐ kuài qǐlái! Sister Song! Don’t be like this, quickly get up!

[Player] 立即将宋嫂和宋弟二人扶起..... Lìjí jiāng sòng sǎo hé sòng dì èr rén fú qǐ..... I immediately help to raise both Sister Song and Younger Brother Song…

[Player] 如今大仇已报, 今后你们二人有何打算? Rújīn dà chóu yǐ bào, jīnhòu nǐmen èr rén yǒu hé dǎsuàn? Now that the huge enmity has been avenged, what do the two of you plan to do from now on?

[宋弟] 官场黑暗....若不是为了报哥哥的仇, 我并不想当官…. Guānchǎng hēi'àn.... Ruò bùshì wèile bào gēgē de chóu, wǒ bìng bùxiǎng dāng guān…. Officialdom is dark….If it wasn’t for the sake of avenging my brother, I would have never thought of becoming an official…

[Player] 我倒认为, 你该继续当这个官, 为民请命。若再回归渔夫身份, 那么将来百姓再有祸事, 谁又来替他们主持公道? Wǒ dào rènwéi, nǐ gāi jìxù dāng zhège guān, wèi mín qǐngmìng. Ruò zài huíguī yúfū shēnfèn, nàme jiānglái bǎixìng zài yǒu huòshì, shéi yòu lái tì tāmen zhǔchí gōngdào? In my opinion, you should continue being an official, to plead on behalf of the common people. If you were to go back to being a fisherman, and disaster were to befall on the common people once more, who would do justice for them?

[Player] 还记得当年那碗西湖醋鱼吗? Hái jìdé dàng nián nà wǎn xīhú cù yú ma? Do you still remember that bowl of West Lake Fish with Vinegar Gravy from back then?

[宋嫂] 他日若有甜.... Tā rì ruò yǒu tián.... If other days could be sweet…

[宋弟] 定不会忘记百姓辛酸! 你说的对! 是我糊涂了! Dìng bù huì wàngjì bǎixìng xīnsuān! Nǐ shuō de duì! Shì wǒ hútúle! I definitely won’t forget the common people’s bitterness! What you say is right! It was me who was confused!

[Player] 鱼叔, 准备启程了。你....还有什么要对宋嫂说吗? Yú shū, zhǔnbèi qǐchéngle. Nǐ.... Hái yǒu shé me yào duì sòng sǎo shuō ma? Uncle Yu, we’re ready to set off. You….have anything to say to Sister Song?

[西湖醋鱼] .......保重。 ....... Bǎozhòng. ………Take care.

[Narration] 结草衔环, 至死不忘。西湖醋鱼想必有满腹担忧与不舍, 却只能欲言又止。 Jié cǎo xián huán, zhì sǐ bù wàng. Xīhú cù yú xiǎngbì yǒu mǎnfù dānyōu yǔ bù shě, què zhǐ néng yù yán yòu zhǐ. Expressing gratitude to one's benefactor, never to be forgotten until death. Xi Hu Cu Yu ought to be filled with worry and reluctance to part, but could only hold back the words he wanted to say.

[宋嫂] 这一路来, 实在不容易…有你们陪伴, 就如同酸中带甜。所以今日, 我烧了些西湖醋鱼, 来与各位送行! Zhè yīlù lái, shízài bù róngyì…yǒu nǐmen péibàn, jiù rútóng suān zhòng dài tián. Suǒyǐ jīnrì, wǒ shāole xiē xīhú cù yú, lái yǔ gèwèi sòngxíng! Coming all this way and reaching to this point, it hasn’t been easy….Having all of you for company, it is like sweetness being brought from among the sourness. That’s why today, I’ve cooked some West Lake Fish with Vinegar Sauce, as a send-off for all of you!

[东坡肉] 送行宴怎么能没有东坡肉和酒呢! 来来来! 让我大显身手! Sòngxíng yàn zěnme néng méiyǒu dōng pō ròu hé jiǔ ne! Lái lái lái! Ràng wǒ dàxiǎnshēnshǒu! How could a farewell banquet be without DongPo Rou((the dish)) and wine! Come, come, come! Let me show you what I can do!

[冰糖葫芦] 我的冰糖葫芦可以当饭后甜点! Wǒ de bīngtánghúlu kěyǐ dāng fàn hòu tiándiǎn! My candied hawthorns can be used as after meal desserts!

[Narration 此番送行宴后, 众人再无遗憾… Cǐ fān sòngxíng yàn hòu, zhòngrén zài wú yíhàn… After the farewell banquet, everyone has no regrets…

#食物语 #食物語 #the tale of food #tale of food #story

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lpsfitnessblog · 1 year

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Just Keep Swimming

Hey guys! Welcome back to my blog! I hope all of you have enjoyed the different types of exercise and benefits of exercise I have shared with you!

As today is the final day of my blog I am going to conclude with my absolute favorite and most fun type of exercise, swimming. When I was younger I participated in year-round swimming along with summer swim. During this time I always enjoyed going to swim practice each day. I never saw swimming as a burden to me because it was relaxing but also a great workout. Whether you swim competitively or just for fun, swimming will always be a great form of exercise and a fun one too.

Here are some of my favorite benefits of swimming:

Peaceful state of mind

Stress relief

Improved flexibility

Toned muscles

Increased life expectancy

I will link below some articles for swim workouts and more benefits of swimming.

For those that my blog has reached and hopefully inspired, I wish you the best of luck with your fitness journey. I can honestly say that exercising is the best choice that I have ever made for myself and I will never regret it. I know some days you are going to be tired and not want to workout, and that is totally normal but, remember exercise should not be a burden to you. Exercise should be enjoyable, and I hope every one of you found a form of exercise that is best suited for you! Best wishes to you all!

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storiesbythelake · 1 year

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THE CODE - MICRO STORY

I never lived by the gun. Never planned on having one.With mine & stank's life at risk. I'm thanking God I'm in possession of one. I haven't use this since last year at the range. J.J. keeps sending massive amounts of shots at us. Don't know how I fell into this but I'm here and can't complain. How much fuckin' ammo does he has? J.J. believes that we switched on him over a robbery gone wrong. We did. Believes that we put him away for the last 20 years. We did. Believes that we killed that old man who use to own that corner store back in the day. We did. The one thing that we didn't do, was plan for tonight to go like this.

"Yeah Nigga, I caught ya’ll lackin'." Screamed J.J. with every emotion of anger. "Ya’ll niggas gon' die tonight or we're all dying tonight!"

"Jerald!" I said yelling to respond. JJ's real name is Jerald Banks Jr. Me, him & Malcolm; Malcolm is stank's real name. We were great friends 20 years ago. We were inseparable. If you saw one of us, the other two were always around. We did what most typical adolescent teens would do. Cause havoc. Yes, we were kids who became adults after that night. We shot that old man. Six times, one shot from my gun, three shots from JJ's gun & Stank finishing it with two rounds to the chest of the old man. What the hell was his name? Still can't remember his name. To be honest, not I stopped to not care. I probably never knew. With me and Stank crouching down by a concrete wall in this abandoned warehouse, I looked over top just yo see JJ retreating his rapid fire. In a fast second he went from unloading his SK61 submachine gun pistol; guarding the entrance to taking cover behind the other concrete wall. 20 feet away on our far left. I can imagine he's gearing up for another storm of shots to send at us. After scoping JJ actions I said. "We're all too old for this shit JJ, we're in our 40s, man. You don't want to do this."

"Fuck you, Nigga! You don't even know half what I want to do, pussy! Show your fuckin' face bitch. Be a man once in your life. You was acting just like one when you killed Old man Bennings!"

Wow and just like that I remembered our victim, I tried to forget that night but it just won't forget about me. I looked over to see Stank loading the barrel to his glock .9 pistol, PCX edition. He fired back three rounds yelling "You're fucked, nigga! If we die, you're dying with us."

Unfortunately, I didn't share the same thought process.

"Nigga, is you gon' shoot? We gotta kill JJ or he gonna kill us" Said Stank asking me with an annoyed look pointing at me. I replied by saying. " I don't belong here, man. I was doing great. I work with kids to stood this shit now I'm deep in this-"

"Yo, E! Fuck your soap show, nigga." Stank interrupting my response. Erik Mathison is my real name, that's all I could think of before I heard Stank say "Right now, it's either kill or die!"

Malcolm's right. Right now, tonight was a night I've always feared, even before I snitched. No time to hesitate. It's either kill or be killed. I fired two shots without looking, Malcolm shot twice. I shot two more rou nds at JJ's protection. Bullets thrashing holes into the cement wall that's guarding JJ. Cement piece & debris floating everywhere. I looked to see what damage we caused. Just for a second of hesitation I had for a moment. As Stank unloaded the rest of his Clip at JJ my thoughts weren't fear, my thoughts were how many bullets I have left? Stank reloaded his gun as he crouched back down behind the 3 feet wall.

"That's not enough to kill me, you bitch ass niggas!" JJ screaming his response to our attack.

"Nigga, you 'bouta die right now!" Stank yelled revealing himself beyond our cement fortress. Charging at JJ firing shot after shot, shell casings making sounds of wind-chimes being grazed by a light spring breeze. Bouncing off the ground. "Yeah, dickhead we snitched. My life is more important than yours!"

POW. POW. POW. Malcolm went silent. His barrage of curse words and fire power came to a hault. From the sound of a collapsing body made me figure that Stank's dead. I stood corrected and I may be next.

"Hahaha..nigga who's the dead one now!" JJ screaming with a hysterical laugh. "I got all night, Erik Mathison. E, you're dying next nigga!"

Couldn't call the police, left my phone in the car. My protection is running thin, I only have a half of clip left & a dead friend’s bloody bullet punctured body exactly yards within the middle of myself & JJ. This concrete wall won't hold forever, which is inevitable. My nerves shaking my weapon, left hand refusing to stay still. Another band of bullets marches at me from JJ, slowly I'm accepting defeat. Death comes within steps of my presence, still I continue to hide.

#poetry #microstory #books #author #writerscorner #indie writer #microblog #short story #writers on tumblr

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evieismol · 2 years

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Chapter Five of BIG Bend

A/N: it finally has a very obvious, kind of cheesy title, given that it’s set in big bend national park. Next chapter, this one from John’s POV. Fun fact, I’m posting this from a tent in the middle of nowhere Montana! (Its very cold)

Word count: 1057

Warnings: language (curse words)

Previous Chapter

John pulled into the first empty parking space he saw, glad he’d chosen to wear sunglasses today. The sun was still nearly blinding as he stepped out of the black SUV. He took a moment to look around. So this was Alpine. He’d been given some information about the area surrounding Big Bend, and done more research on his own. This was his first time actually stepping foot in the town, though. It wasn’t very memorable, to be honest. It looked similar to any other small town he’d been to. He headed into the grocery store.

He stepped onto the canned goods isle. It was empty, save for a woman about his age. She had messy brown hair pulled back in a low ponytail, and wore a simple cotton blouse. When he rounded the corner, she was trying to balance on her tiptoes to grab a can on the top shelf.

“Need some help?” John asked. She looked over, a sheepish expression caught her face.

“Honestly, I’d appreciate it. Seems like they all got pushed to the back of the shelf,” the woman said. John smiled, reaching up and grabbing a can. He handed it to her.

“Thanks. I was about to start trying to climb it,” she said with a laugh.

“No worries,” John replied.

“Are you visiting the park?” The woman asked.

“I work there, actually,” John said. “Just started.”

“Ah! I guess it is about that time of year. Spring always seems to bring in some new folk,” the woman said.

“You sound like you’re pretty familiar with the area?” John asked.

“Born and raised here. For better or worse. I’m Hannah, by the way.” She stuck her hand out. John shook it, introducing himself in turn.

“Mind if I ask what you’re doing at the park? Ranger, tourism?” Hannah asked. John wondered if people in this beck of the woods were normally this talkative, or if it was unique to her. He’d had very little conversation over the past few weeks that was related to work, and with Easton or Dan, though, so he couldn’t say he was opposed.

“Operations oversight,” John replied. A hopelessly vague description, as it was intended to be. “IMA Agent assigned to oversee an Aphirial working in the park” was both wordy, and not something management had thought was a good thing to lead with. Of course, the plan was to have Easton work in a public-facing role, which John suspected was at least partially to draw visitation. They had yet to actually make an official announcement regarding that. And John suspected that even once they did, they’d probably still adivse him to keep his role fairly quiet.

“Hm, like for one of their new projects? We’ve all heard a bajillion rumors about that,” Hannah said. John shrugged casually.

“I’m sure most are more interesting than the truth,” he said.

“I suppose it’s always that way. Well, if you ever have any questions about the area, I work at the thrift shop just down the road. You can’t miss it,” Hannah said. She smiled, and turned to leave. Before she’d made it five steps, they were interrupted by someone yelling. Angrily, by the sounds of it. Hannah turned around, towards the commotion. John raised an eyebrow. He walked to the end of the isle slowly, hoping to get a better grasp of what was going on without being spotted. He felt himself relax as he realized it was someone yelling about an expired coupon. Bit of an overreaction, he thought. Hannah stood next to him. She rolled her eyes.

“Sounds like Joy’s at it again,” she said.

“Joy?”

“Yeah, she’s-“ Hannah stopped as a tall, lanky woman with bleach blond hair stormed into view. She stopped when she saw Hannah.

“Would you believe they wouldn’t let me use this coupon? Like they weren’t the ones to give it to me!” Joy shouted the last part over her shoulder.

“That’s, uh, rough,” Hannah said, tone decidely noncommittal.

“Yeah, whatever-who’s this?” Joy asked, turning to John.

“John O’Riley,” he said, extending a hand. She ignored it.

“He works for the park,” Hannah explained. That seemed to catch Joy’s attention. She raised her eyebrows.

“That so?”

“Yes ma’am,” John replied.

“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about the park’s supposed plan to employ an Aphirial, would you?” Joy asked, gaze glimmering with sudden interest.

“I’m not at liberty to discuss park-“

“Oh, cut the bullshit,” Joy said. “My family owns a ranch near the park. We know there’s a plan.”

“Then you’d be better off directing any questions to Dan,” John replied evenly. “I’d assume you know how to contact him already?”

Joy glared at him, but seemed to realize she wouldn’t be getting anything else from him. “Thanks. I’ll do that.”

She walked - no, stomped - off as quickly as she’d appeared. John and Hannah stood there for a moment in silence. Then, Hannah burst out laughing. John gave her a look as if to ask ‘what’s her deal’.

“That,” she nodded towards the door Joy had just disappeared from. “Is what happens when spoiled kids grow up. She’s the daughter of a local livestock magnate, thinks that makes her the second coming of Christ. Most people in town are kind of terrified of her.”

“Not you?” John asked.

“We went to highschool together. Unless Jesus also pukes in the girl’s locker room on prom night, mean she may be, but divine she is not.” Hannah responded. “Sounds like this might be the exception to the whole rumors are always more exciting than the truth thing, though?”

“I really can’t speak further on that,” John said.

She nodded. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”

“Well, I’d best be getting back to the park. Long drive,” John said. “It was nice meeting you.”

“And you, mysterious operations guy-I mean, John,” Hannah said jokingly. He chuckled, and headed out, making a mental note to tell Dan about Joy’s inquiries.

#g/t #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #gt sfw #g/t oc #gt writing #g/t writing

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eunchancorner · 3 years

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Hi so I wanna request something with KiriBakuKami, so what if they are all playing video games and Kaminari is surprisingly winning and his boyfriends hate how cocky he is so they wreck him, if not I completely understand <3

Thanks for the request, anon! I’m absolutely down to write that, and this’ll be a cool way to start this off!

Lers Bakugou and Kirishima, Lee Kaminari

Word count: 790

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“Yes!!”

“Come on!”

“DAMMIT!!”

Kaminari, Kirishima and Bakugou were settled on the floor of the first’s room, playing a game Kaminari had recently ordered. They were all having fun, but Kaminari kept winning (somehow; neither Kirishima nor Bakugou knew how, though, as Kami usually needed a lot of practice).

“Oh man, you two just can not win, can you?” Kami teased his boyfriends, holding back a laugh when Bakugou shoved him lightly. “Oh, shut up, Pikachu, I’ll win next round,” he retorted, using the nickname he’d given Denki when they’d begun dating.

“Next round’s mine, what are you talking about?” Kiri said, a playful glint in his eyes. However, once again, Kami somehow won, and got a little daring with the trash-talk.

“And you guys call me the dumb one! That’s, what, six rounds, and neither of you have won. Man, either I’m just too good or you two are just garbage,” he said, pointing at the two sitting beside him. Kiri and Bakugou looked at each other, a knowing glint in the other’s eyes. They knew Kaminari was just teasing, but he had gone just a little too far. “So, who’s up for another roU-” he managed to get out before he found himself completely on the floor, his wrists held by a smirking Bakugou, and a grinning Kiri sitting on his calves.

He knew instantly what was going on, and couldn’t help the wobbly smile taking over his face, but he still dared to ask, “W-what are you two doing?” “You’ve been acting like a little shit since you won the second round, so now we’re going to teach you a lesson,” he said, even though he already knew Kami knew. “Yep! And what better way to do that then some good old tickling! Right, Bakubabe?” Kiri looked at the atomic blonde, who blushed from the nickname. “Aren’t we supposed to be teasing Pikachu?” he demanded, though he did kind of like the nickname.

Kaminari squirmed under the two, the wobbly smile of anticipation slowly getting bigger. “W-wait, guys, we can talk about this, rihight?”

“Hmmm…” Kiri hummed, pretending to consider it. “No!” he finally decided, and with a nod to Bakugou, began to squeeze Kami’s kneecaps while Bakugou shifted so that he was sitting on Kaminari’s hands and dug into his armpits.

Kaminari had no chance of holding back the cackles that immediately erupted from his mouth, trying to twist away from their hands as his two boyfriends attacked his two worst spots. “NOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHA PLEHEHEASE! I’M SAHAHAHAREEEE!!”

“You should have said that before, Kami! Now you have to face our tickle tickle tickles!” Kiri teased, causing Kaminari’s already laughter-reddened cheeks to grow darker.

“I forgot how cute you were when we’re tickling you senseless,” Bakugou said, causing the deep blush on Kaminari’s face to spread to his ears.

“NOHOHOHO TEAHAHAHASING!” Kami whined, tugging at his trapped arms.

“Awww, but why not? You’re just too cute not to tease! Cootchie cootchie coo~ Tickle tickle, cutie!” Kiri cooed at him, grinning like an idiot, his hands squeezing up Kaminari’s thighs, nearing his belly.

Bakugou couldn’t keep from smiling. “God you two are idiots…” he muttered, moving his hands to gently flutter and Kaminari’s neck and ears, making him scrunch his shoulders as his laugh became a little quieter as they moved away from his worst spots. Kiri was soon scribbling his fingers over Denki’s belly, and, combined with Bakugou and his neck and ears, was drawing sweet, hiccupping giggles from him.

“Plehehehehease! It tihihihickles… Ahahahaha!”

“Aw, but your giggles are sooo cute! So fitting, too! God, you’re just the cutest thing…” Kiri said, switching to gently tracing shapes on Kami’s twitching belly, relishing the sweet titters that poured out of his mouth.

Sensing that their boyfriend was reaching his limit, however, the two slowly stopped tickling him and laid beside him on the floor, Kiri gently rubbing his belly to help with the phantom tickles, and Bakugou messing with his hair, which he knew Kami absolutely loved. And, of course, after he had calmed down and stopped giggling, he practically melted between the two of them like a marshmallow over a fire.

“We meant it when we said you were cute, Zappy…” Kiri cooed gently at him, as though he was making sure Kaminari kept blushing.

“Hush…”

“He’s right, Pika,” Bakugou confirmed, pulling him close, Kiri following and snuggling up to them both. Kaminari smiled at both of his boyfriends, feeling exhaustion overtake him suddenly.

“I love you two…” he mumbled, feeling their arms wrap around him as he closed his eyes.

“We love you two…” they said in unison, holding the other two close to themselves. And, for that night, they decided the floor was good enough.

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Thanks for the ask, anon! It was so fun to write my first fic, and I really hope you like this! I wish you a Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays, whatever you celebrate!

#lee!kaminari #ler!kirishima #ler!bakugou #tickling #mha tickles #mha bakugou #mha kirishima #mha kaminari #tickish!kaminari #eun writes #first time!!#first fic

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foreficfandom · 4 years

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Mystic Messenger - First Time With MC (Lemon)

(Author’s notes: These scenarios do NOT assume a gender for MC, but do write the boys penetrating the reader.)

– Zen –

This isn’t his first rodeo, but he’s not exactly experienced; he’s had, like, one-and-a-half relationships before you. It’s been years since he’s had partnered sex.

And he’s never had sex-ed, either, so his knowledge of the Nasty is kinda lacking. He thinks he can re-use condoms as long as he keeps it on, he believes coconut oil can be used with latex, he thinks birth control pills act as a spermicide, and so on.

You and him initiate sex pretty early on in the relationship, perhaps merely a few days after the RFA party. He’s very romantic about it, too, planning a whole day in advance with rose petals on the bed and scented candles dotting his room. But in the middle of making out, you ask if he’s clean, and he pulls back, confused. “... I think? I mean, I haven’t been with anybody in years, so ...”

Turns out he’s never been tested for STDs. He’s almost offended when you bring it up, like you’re insinuating he’s been cheating on you. You have to explain that getting tested is just what everyone does before having sex with someone for the first time.

So ... he’s not tested. “Can we ... still do it?” He’s blushing like crazy now, embarrassed he’s so behind on the know-how when he’s the one who wanted this in the first place.

Partnered sex can still be relatively safe even when an individual’s not been tested, so long as you use lots of protection. But depending on who you are, you might say no, just to be 100% safe. Either way, Zen’s disappointed - not in you, no way, but in himself. God, he’s been looking forward to this night for so long, and he fucked it up by being stupid. He stews in his thoughts silently for a while, and you can tell he’s feeling down so you cuddle him close to have a good long chat about sex, relationships, and communication. Afterwards, he feels much less insecure. The two of you take the rose petals and candles to the bathroom to enjoy your first romantic bath together, instead.

Two days later, he bounces back from the clinic with a negative on every test imaginable. It’s finally time to dig in, and go ham he does, passionately wrapping you into his arms while thrusting deep and slow, trying to have as much skin contact at all times. Oh, god, he loves you, and he’ll spend the whole night proving it.

(Except he definitely couldn’t last the whole night. Your first time having sex was a mere two turns before he clonked out. He’s still embarrassed about that.)

– Yoosung –

It’s his first time having sex, and he’s really nervous. He wants it, wants you badly, but oh my god what if he messes up? What if he farts? Or scratches you in the face? Or he thrusts weird and hurts you and you start bleeding or something?? Dear lord help him

He considers proposing sex like, eight different times. He’s always chickened out, just kissing you on the doorstep before saying goodbye, or letting you leave his dorm without offering to stay the night. It doesn’t help that his dorm is tiny, he’s got a twin bed barely big enough for him. And anybody passing by the door would hear what’s going on inside clear as day. Take his word on that.

He had spent several hours worth on his laptop, doing research on ‘how to have sex for the first time’. He’s got his list of positions to try, how to minimize pain and discomfort, etc, all memorized.. He eventually goes out to get condoms and lube, making sure to use the self-checkout.

You and him are hanging out in his dorm after a date, and he wasn’t even planning to suck it up and ask you, but you saw the condoms in the shopping bag he forgot to stow away, and you asked him gently, “do you want to be intimate with me, Yoosung?”

He blushes like crazy, you could swear you saw steam lines radiating from his face. But you take his hand in encouragement and he nods eagerly, looking anywhere else but your eyes. “I - I really want this, MC. I’ve been thinking about this for so long ...”

You can tell he’s nervous. The two of you sit on his bed and talk explicitly about what he wants, how you should proceed, what lines to avoid, and lots of other important details. A safeword is confirmed; ‘server maintenance’. He feels much more confident.

The two of you begin by just kissing on his bed, he slowly dares to feel up your shirt and eventually the clothes come off bit by bit. His body is lean and soft, and he’s loud, too. Just nipping at his pillowy tummy makes him cry out.

You give him oral, and he’s twisting around, grabbing at pillows and sheets like he’s tumbling down a cliff. He comes without warning and collapses, wrung out and overwhelmed with pleasure.

Some cuddling afterwards, and then he’s hard again and kissing at your neck. He asks you to ride him, and when you do, he’s sobbing without shame and grabbing hard at your hips.

Some time afterwards, when you and Yoosung are trying to cuddle on his bed without either of you toppling off, he remembers just how loud he’s been and dreads facing anybody in the building tomorrow. You just laugh and tuck him into the bedsheets.

– Jaehee –

She shyly shows off a beautiful new set of lingerie as her way of asking to ‘take the relationship to the next level’. And she’s a real bombshell in it. It’s sometimes easy to forget that Jaehee’s got a bod underneath her suit/cafe uniform.

Unlike certain younger boys, Jaehee didn’t feel the need to agonize over this night over a period of several months. This is a natural progression for her. Once things feel ready between the two of you, it’s natural that the question eventually comes up.

She first shows you her new lingerie in its original packaging, and waits to hear your ‘yes’. Then, it’s time to hop into the bathtub for a long soak and thorough wash before putting it on.

She also gets new toys. Entire shopping bags and shipping boxes filled with insertables, vibrators, pumps, impacts, (and also the supplies needed to maintain them). She didn’t come out and show you these all at once, she’d probably die of embarrassment if she did. But she had them all unwrapped, clean, tested, and ready to use in a discreet box.

You and she actually end up making out on the couch rather than the bedroom. She’s sitting in your lap dressed in her lingerie, you’re fully clothed, and things get so heated the two of you decide to go at it right there.

She’s surprisingly wild. She keeps as much of her lingerie on as possible, even while you’re knuckle deep or pelvis-to-pelvis. The floor is eventually lined with toys as one is used after the other. And she loves taking the initiative with a gentle but firm hand, directing the positions one after the other, or deciding what toy to be used where, and for how long.

A round on the couch, and Jaehee cools down long enough to freak out about staining the upholstery, so she ushers you into the bedroom while she busts out the Lysol.

After she cleans up, she joins you on the bed for some belated cuddling, and perhaps a second round. Or three.

And it’s actually in the middle of the day, not during the night, so the two of you are completely worn out by dinnertime. Food is takeout, and there’s a lot of it because you need to replenish all that energy.

Jaehee doesn’t get blushy until you feed her a bite of dessert. It’s cute how confident she is when it comes to sex, but shy about small acts of intimacy.

– Jumin –

He’s not a virgin, (not that it’s any of your business, Luciel), he had sex with a random girl back in college just to see what the fuss was about, and nothing else since then.

Jumin’s a conservative guy. “Liberalism can only flourish with a good foundation of conservatism.” He believes unmarried couples shouldn’t live together. Of course he’s not gonna be fond of having sex before tying the knot.

It’s not like he rushed the engagement for that reason, but if he was perfectly honest, he did wake up in a cold sweat at 3am when he remembered that this meant the two of you would be intimate very soon.

Jumin’s got that reputation for being some d/s sex-mad sadist daddy, but that’s not the full picture. You might be able to get him into that specific mood after the two of you establish your relationship more. But for the first few times, it’s all vanilla.

It takes a long while before the wedding actually happens. And, no, Jumin’s not gonna really want to have sex for that entire period. Sure, he’s excited about it, but it’s not a driving, burning need. You, on the other hand, might say differently.

So if you don’t want to wait four to five months, you’re gonna have to breach the topic yourself. And he’ll be torn - on one hand, he rationally realizes that it’s completely harmless to have consensual sex without martial ties. But he also believes in that supposed virtue of being abstinent until marriage. He also liked the romance of waiting. It’d make the moment more special for him.

Either way, he’s excited. The bed’s furnished with fresh sheets, the lights are dimmed, and there’s five dozen roses in crystal vases throughout the bedroom.

It’ll start with wine while sitting on the bed - if you don’t drink, you have a glass of something you prefer while he’s sipping on some $12,000 vintage - and he drills a hole in your face with his loving gaze while singing your virtues. He wants you naked before he is, so after some kissing you’ll be nude on the sheets while he finally takes his clothes off.

Jumin has no idea what sex is ‘supposed’ to look like, which is both good and bad - you can tell him to do anything, and he’s not gonna worry about feeling awkward or stupid. But he also needs to be told to do anything.

If you want him to go faster, or use more tongue, you have to tell him. He’s not gonna take the initiative. If you want him to switch positions, you need to describe exactly how you want to position yourselves. It’s a mixed blessing.

The first round goes quite a while because Jumin was taking it slow. There’s a second round where he gets more adventurous, and maybe a third round depending on how you feel.

The next morning, the chef’s been hired to prepare a special breakfast, and you can tell that they know. Jumin doesn’t care. He just smiles all day.

– Saeyoung –

He actually was a virgin, which was kinda a surprise. His agent job never require any sort of sex-related work, thank god, and it’s not like he ever earned the attention of anybody else before this point.

If an agency job had enough time to have sex while in the field, then that meant the job was going down the dumps fast. And whenever Agent 707 was involved, a job never nosedived that far.

It’s (semi) canon that Saeyoung asked to be intimate during the after-ending, while on the search for his brother. It was the night before all your plans would come to fruition, and he didn’t know he would come back alive. “I want to leave evidence on you that I existed.”

But it’s ALSO canon that in Saeyoung’s ‘dark chocolate’ Valentine’s Day ending, he asks to ‘take the relationship to the next level’. Which implies that the two of you haven’t had sex yet.

So what’s the dealio? Basically, Saeyoung wanted to have sex with you that night in the cabin, and after some kissing, you realized that you (1) didn’t have protection, (2) neither of you have been tested recently, and (3) your current emotional states weren’t ideal for sex, especially since Saeyoung was a virgin. He left a lot of hickies on your neck instead, and the two of you held each other close the whole night.

By the time Valentine’s Day rolled around, it had been two months since Saeran was rescued and Saeyoung was feeling a lot happier. You made it to the end of the scavenger hunt to find an amorous redhead that was ~prepared~ this time. An entire shopping bag full of prophylactics, lube, band-aids, water bottles, and everything.

He managed to fake a confident persona up until he undressed you fully, then he found himself blushing like crazy when you undressed him in turn. Damn, he really was hiding muscles underneath that hoodie. His arms were woven cable, and underneath his pudge you could feel shapely abs.

He asked to be on top, you complied, rolling over and allowing him to explore your body with his hands and mouth. It took three tries to enter you, because without his glasses, you were a bit of a blurry blob. But once he was in, he went at it. Maybe even a bit too enthusiastic for the first few thrusts, he was just running on some animalistic instinct he didn’t know he had.

Two minutes later, he was blindsided by a surprise orgasm. Embarrassed, he rolled off of you and buried his face into the sheets. You had to stroke his hair soothingly for ten minutes before he would look you in the face.

Saeyoung’s first evening of sex had one ‘disastrous’ first try, then a much better second run, and then after dinner there was a third ... and also .5 a prance while in the shower.

– Saeran –

You’re his first sexual partner, but more than that, today also marks a big step in his self-confidence. He’s cashing in his newfound tolerance for his body and constitution. Saeran spent most of his life hating his ‘weak’ health and thinking anybody’d be repulsed by him. He wouldn’t have sex if he didn’t believe differently.

So it’s probably several months - perhaps years - into your relationship that he even brings up having sex. Even though he may be ready, he’s still nervous and shy and unsure about how to proceed.

Before the big night, he spends several minutes in front of the mirror, looking at his body. He’s gained weight and a new color to his skin thanks to his healthier lifestyle, and there’s this confidence to his posture that wasn’t there before. A sparkle in his eye. It’s incredible how far he’s come from hating every inch of himself. He smiles.

He prepares one of his Patented Saeran’s Romantic Dinners, complete with candlelight and ambient music. The two of you have done this several times before, but this time there’s an electricity in the air ‘cause of what’s to come. You notice that the food has no garlic, or other strong smells. Saeran’s more cunning than he looks.

As dessert finishes up, he gets more quiet, until the conversation dies down and there’s nothing for it; he takes a deep breath and says, “....Sh-shall we go to bed?” Like this hasn’t been planned weeks in advance. The two of you walk hand-in-hand to the bedroom, where there’s even more candles and another stereo playing soft music, and you picture Saeran putting together a ‘having sex for the first time’ playlist.

You begin by kissing Saeran lying beneath you, but he stops you with a hand on your shoulder and asks to switch positions, because he doesn’t like the feeling of you hovering over him. It’s another mark of his progress that he asks for adjustments.

Things progress slowly. Saeran feels out what makes him feel anxious, and what makes him feel good. The two of you end up side-by-side as he takes you, facing each other with your legs wrapped around his waist. Very intimate. Very sweet. He loves threading his fingers through your hair, and he mewls every time you fondle his ears.

His health is still shaky, so he only has the stamina for one round before he needs to rest. He all but demands you inch as close as possible so he falls asleep holding you tight. When he wakes up the next morning, he’s got a 1000-watt smile.

– Jihyun –

Out of the entire wacky cast of Mystic Messenger boys, Jihyun’s the only actual experienced one. You don’t have to tell him that a single pack of five condoms is waaayy too little, you don’t have to explain what dental dams are, or worry about him using oil-based lube on accident, and he’s the only one who actually showers thoroughly beforehand.

It begins with your typical night of cuddling-and-kissing, then Jihyun says he’s clean and he’s got a bedside cabinet full of supplies. He gently holds your hand and asks, ‘”if you’d like …? We could … if you’re comfortable. If you’d have me.” He’s blushing, but he’s confident.

Of course, even if you’re experienced, the first time with anybody is gonna be awkward. And Jihyun’s a surprisingly big guy to maneuver. There’s a lot of accidental elbowing, bonking of the heads, kneeling on sensitive bits, and little scrapes. His long limbs seemingly end up everywhere on the bed, and it’s like you’re playing twister.

Mistakes just make him laugh. You trip over his outstretched forearm and face plant into his shoulder, and he just chuckles and pulls you into another kiss.

He’s just so soft and loving. ‘Cause to Jihyun, it’s about ~making love~. He wants to go slow, looking into your eyes, cradling your head and burying his face into the crook of your neck.

Tries to get you off first, either through oral or otherwise. He’s not a big fan of any positions that turn you away from him, it’s just too rough and aggressive. He’d rather carry you on his shoulders before he prefers doggy style.

Checks in with you constantly, asks what you like and where you like to be touched. Tries to get you to literally guide his hands. In turn, he asks you to please, touch his legs, his thighs ... yes, kiss me there -

For your first time, he’d rather have a one-two long sessions than multiple quick ones. He believes sex is one of the most intimate methods of non-verbal communication, and the longer you go in one sitting, the more is passed between the two of you.

He’s never used toys in his life. If you decide to pull one out for your first time, he’s gonna blush like crazy and actually decline. He wants the first night to be 'organic’. And he’s so driven towards that romantic face-to-face lovemaking, he won’t go too hard or fast, even if you’re begging him.

After the sex, he wraps you up in a cozy blanket before fetching some hot tea and fresh fruit. Then there’s several minutes spent reviewing how things went, what things worked well, or how they can improved. He catalogues it all for later.

He rarely wants to fall asleep right after sex, so you might pass out peacefully, but he’s gonna stay awake, just gazing at you for a while.

#mysme zen #Yoosung Kim #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #jihyun kim #mystic messenger #mystic messenger imagines #lemon

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Can I get a nsfw shisui x female reader where shisui lets the reader dominate him for the first time. I’ve been dying to see how you write fem doms cause all your other writing is great 😊 and I feel like shisui is low key a switch thx ☺️!!!

୨˚̣̣̣͙୧༚￮✧Im much of a soft dom myself ✧￮༚୨˚̣̣̣͙୧

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── ･｡☆*Warning.*☆ﾟ.──

Bondage, foul language, edging, and Foot job!

You two had a long discussion about this. And he kept saying no, so you made a deal. If you get to dominate him, you'll walk around the house for a week wearing different types of lingeries that he gets to pick out. It took him some time to think, but fuck a whole week? He's not about to pass that up, there's no way you'll give him another chance like this again! So he said yes and you smirked so evily at him. He Gulped and was now regretting his decision a bit. You stood up taking off your robe, you had on a very revealing lingerie (of your imagination) that complimented your curves/chubs/diphips/round hips. His eyes widens as he looks at you in surprise "take off your clothes, on your knees and Present yourself to me." You pointed to the floor with a sinister yet innocent smile on your face. Shisui gulped hard and nods nervously, never in his life did he think he'll ever give you the lead. He got up and begin to remove his pieces of clothing from his body. There he was butt ass naked in front of you, no way of covering himself either. He knew he had a great body, but presenting himself!? That's new. He's gonna get you back for this, trust and believe. He got on his knees, puts his hands behind him, spreads his thighs and arches his back. His cheeks were red, this was embarrassing. Everything was in full display. He didn't even want to look at you.

"Heh is baby boy shy? Awe don't worry I'll treat you nicely." You sat down on the small couch at the end of your bed((ion know what its called just bare with it)) you lifted your Small/medium/large foot up against his soften cock. He grunts softly and bites his bottom lip, you continued to tease and stroke his hardening cock with your foot, going at a teasingly slow pace. You could see him clearly getting frustrated with you. "Fuck, stop teasing, Go faster than that." He mumbled, trying not to sound too desperate "awe, does my baby boy want more? For now on right now, you call Me mommy, understood?" You smirked. "Mommy?! No that's wei-" He couldn't finish his protest as you grabbed his jaw roughly and leaned into his face with a cold glare. "I said. You will call me mommy, unless. Mistress works for you better dear." He could feel your warm breath against his lips, his cheeks a crimson red, his heart pounding in his ears. "Y-yes mommy." He gulped, as you lean back into the end of the bed. "That's a good boy, see, was that so hard?" You placed your foot back on his cock, making him groan and look away from you. You worked his cock skillfully with your foot, but once you gave his sensitive head some attention. That's where he lost it, he started to pant a bit, pre cum was leaking from his sensitive tip. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, fuck did he look gorgeous. So needy and in pleasure. Now you see why he teased you all the time, its hot! "Hmm~ does my baby like that? Having his cock on full display, all hard and flushed wanting to be used huh?" It was cute seeing his little nod and droopy eyes looking up at you, as if he was begging for more. Would you give him more? Well why wouldn't you, he's being so obedient at the moment. "f-Uck ~ more." He begged, his hips jerks as your worked your foot a bit rougher against his cock. You could've sworn you heard him whine which made you bite your lip, "c-cumming fuck."

"Such a needy boy." You took your foot away and stood up, his eyes widens as he looks up at you. "Why you stop? Keep going." He panted, he looked so desperate and in pain. Aw poor baby just wanted to get off and you wouldn't let him. You would grab a box from under the bed and open it, he looked at you and stayed put. He didn't know if he was allowed to move or not. He saw you walk over to him with your hands behind your back, he would begin to question what the hell you could be possibly be hiding from him. You soon walked behind him and kneeled down, you knew he was confused and you wanted to keep him on his toes, you leaned into his ear. "Stand up, and don't look at me, got it?" You felt him tremble to your voice in his ear and nod at your order. He soon stood up and didn't look behind him, he felt something against his wrists. "Huh? H-hey what are you up to?" He was now nervous, he would try to move his hands but they were bound behind his back. You would giggle behind him innocently not responding, you soon turnt him around and pushed him onto the small couch. "Ouch! Why so rou-." He felt you kiss him deeply before he could finish his sentence. You soon straddle his lap and hover your dripping cunt over his cock. "Fuck, put it in I can't hold out any longer this is killing me." He begged, trying to thrust his hips up so he can go inside but you didn't let him. "awe, but you gotta ask nicely baby." You begin to kiss down his neck, to his collarbone, and soon to his chest where you suck on a nipple. He gasps and let's out a broken groan. "Please! Ah use my cock! I want to be inside your cunt now. Please! mommy!" He whined. Oh he sounded so needy for you cunt, you final granted him his wish and slowly sat down on his cock. And for the first time you heard him let out a broken loud moan that was so pretty. That's when you lost it, you started to bounce on his cock like you owned it. He was moaning with his head thrown back, his thrusts meeting your hips. Never have you heard Shisui moan, it was always small grunts and groans. But this was something you wanted to hear often now, especially the way he desperately thrusts into you. Meeting your bounce in the middle every time, you were moaning with him. "Fuck! Mommy I'm close!" He warmed out, you felt is thrusts become sloppy. You were right behind him. After the last thrust you both exploded, he was seeing stars and his eyes rolled back. Biting his lip hard as he slumps.

"Fuck..that wa- Ah! Wait stop!" He yelled as you begin to bounce on his cock again. He was far too sensitive for this, his moans were louder than before, practically screaming almost. His mouth hung open as his body tenses again. "T-TOO MUCH. MOMMY SLOW DOWN!~❤︎︎" He was a whimpering moaning mess, his mind going blank as he couldn't even form a simple sentence. He looked so broken under you. Look at him, drooling and moaning like a little bitch in heat. You loved it, especially since you know you'll be milking him dry. He soon came again as his body shook beneath you, his hair covering his face. He trembled and twitched. "N- no..no more.. T-too good, too fucking..sensitive...AH NO AH!" You started to bounce once more. He was squirming and throwing his head in different directions now. "FUCK! AAAH MOMMY, PLEASE!~" He couldn't even think straight, it felt so good that it hurts. He had tears run down his face. You couldn't get enough at his fucked out expression, you pinched his nipple and pulled. Causing his back to arch. "CUMMING!" He tensed and spams as his balls and thighs clenched. But nothing came out. He was shooting blanks now. You soon came with him as you both collapse, panting and shaking against each other.

"Mmm how's my baby boy?" You looked at him. Seeing him with tired eyes, tears, drool, sweat, and messy hair. He couldn't even speak a sentence. Just "mommy." You chuckled at him and kissed his cheek. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you now. "

#shisui smut #shisui uchiha #shisui x you #shisui x reader #shisui headcanons

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notbecauseofvictories · 4 years

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Hi Sarah! My friend and I are starting a bookclub (as much as you can with two people who aren't pressed for deadlines) and I was wondering if you have any recommendations? (That is if you have time to rec anything!) We're starting off with Deathless and have Fitzgerald next in line somewhere but I def want to try to expand the genres we read and tbh from years of following you, I trust your judgement

I don’t...like giving recommendations? At least not directly, it seems like too much opportunity for getting it wrong. Everybody has their own tastes, after all, and even the best of friends don’t necessarily vibe with what you vibe with. (I’ve experienced this with multiple friends, so I know what I’m talking about.) Truly, one of the reasons that my whole “I’m going to get back into reading for pleasure!” push has been so successful is that I only bother with books that interest me, and stop reading when they fail to catch my attention.

But I’ve now read at least 60 books in 2020, which is approximately 60 more than I’ve read in the years prior, so I’m happy to share that. Below is my list of recent reads, beginning to end, along with a very short review---I keep this list in the notes app on my phone, so they have to be. Where I’ve talked about a book in a post, I’ve tried to link to it.

Peruse, and if something catches your interest I hope you enjoy!

2020 Reading List

Crazy Rich Asians series, Kevin Kwan (here)

Blackwater, Michael McDowell (here; pulpy horror and southern gothic in one novel; come for the monster but stay for the family drama.)

Fire and Hemlock, Diane Wynne Jones (here; weird and thoughtful, in ways I’m still thinking about)

The Secret History, Donna Tartt

Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn (here; loved it! I can see why people glommed onto it)

Swamplandia!, Karen Russell (unfinished, I could not get past the first paragraph; just....no.)

Rules of Scoundrels series, Sarah MacLean (an enjoyable romp through classic romancelandia, though if you read through 4 back to back you realize that MacLean really only writes 1 type of relationship and 1 type of sexual encounter, though I do appreciate insisting that the hero go down first.)

The Bear and the Nightingale, Katherine Arden (here)

Dread Nation, Justine Ireland (great, put it with Stealing Thunder in terms of fun YA fantasy that makes everything less white and Eurocentric)

The Haunting of Hill House, Shirley Jackson (VERY good. haunting good.)

Tell My Horse, Zora Neale Hurston (I read an interesting critique of Hurston that said she stripped a lot of the radicalism out of black stories - these might be an example, or counterexample. I haven't decided yet.)

The Rose MacGregor Drinking and Admiration Society, T. Kingfisher (fun!)

St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves, Karen Russell (some of these short stories are wonderful; however, Swamplandia's inspiration is still unreadable, which is wild.)

17776, Jon Bois (made me cry. deeply human. A triumph of internet storytelling)

The Girl with All the Gifts, M. R. Carey (deeply enjoyable. the ending is a bittersweet kick in the teeth, and I really enjoyed the adults' relationships)

The Door in the Hedge and Other Stories, Robin McKinley (enjoyable, but never really resolved into anything.)

The Hero and the Crown, Robin McKinley (fun, but feels very early fantasy - or maybe I've just read too many of the subsequent knock-offs.)

Mrs. Caliban, Rachel Ingalls (weird little pulp novel.)

All Systems Red, Martha Wells (enjoyable, but I don't get the hype. won't be looking into the series unless opportunity arises.)

A People's History of Chicago, Kevin Coval (made me cry. bought a copy. am still thinking about it.)

The Sol Majestic, Ferrett Steinmetz (charming, a sf novel mostly about fine dining)

House in the Cerulean Sea, TJ Klune (immensely enjoyable read, for all it feels like fic with the serial numbers filed off)

The Au Pair, Emma Rous (not bad, but felt like it wanted to be more than it is)

The Night Tiger, Yangsze Choo (preferred this to Ghost Bride; I enjoy a well-crafted mystery novel and this delivered)

The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula Le Guin (unfinished, I cannot fucking get into Le Guin and should really stop trying)

The Ghost Bride, Yangsze Choo (enjoyable, but not nearly as fun as Ghost Bride - the romance felt very disjointed, and could have used another round of editing)

Temptation's Darling, Johanna Lindsey (pure, unadulterated id in a romance novel, complete with a girl dressing as a boy to avoid detection)

Social Creature, Tara Isabella Burton (a strange, dark psychological portrait; really made a mark even though I can't quite put my finger on why)

The Girl on the Train, Paula Hawkins (slow at first, but picks up halfway through and builds nicely; a whiff of Gone Girl with the staggered perspectives building together)

Stealing Thunder, Alina Boyden (fun Tortall vibes, but set in Mughal India)

The Traitor Baru Cormorant; The Monster Baru Commorant, The Tyrant Baru Cormorant, Seth Dickinson (LOVE this, so much misery, terrible, ecstatic; more here)

This Is How You Lose the Time War, Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone (epistolary love poetry, vicious and lovely; more here)

The Elementals, Michael McDowell

Gideon the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir (didn't like this one as much as I thought I would; narrator's contemporary voice was so jarring against the stylized world and action sequences read like the novelization for a video game; more here)

Finna, Nino Cipri (a fun little romp through interdimensional Ikea, if on the lighter side)

Magic for Liars, Sarah Gailey (engrossing, even if I could see every plot twist coming from a mile away)

Desdemona and the Deep, C. S. E. Cooney (enjoyed the weirdness & the fae bits, but very light fare)

A Blink of the Screen, Terry Pratchett (admittedly just read this for the Discworld bits)

A Memory Called Empire, Arkady Martine (not as good about politics and colonialism as Baru, but still a powerful book about The Empire, and EXTREMELY cool worldbuilding that manages to be wholly alien and yet never heavily expositional)

Blackfish City, Sam J. Miller (see my post)

Last Werewolf, Glen Duncan (didn't finish, got to to first explicit sex scene and couldn't get any further)

Prosper's Demon, KJ Parker (didn't work for me...felt like a short story that wanted to be fleshed out into a novel)

The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett

His Majesty's Dragon, Naomi Novik (extremely fun, even for a reader who doesn't much like Napoleonic stories)

Three Parts Dead, Max Gladstone (fun romp - hard to believe that this is the same author as Time War though you can see glimmers of it in the imagery here)

A Scot in the Dark, Sarah MacLean (palette cleanser, she does write a good romance novel even it's basically the same romance novel over and over)

The Resurrectionist, E. B. Hudspeth (borrowed it on a whim one night, kept feeling like there was something I was supposed to /get/ about it, but never did - though I liked the Mutter Museum parallels)

Stories of Your Life and Others, Ted Chiang (he's a better ideas guy than a writer, though Hell Is The Absence of God made my skin prickle all over)

Gods of Jade and Shadow, Silvia Moreno-Garcia (fun, very much a throwback to my YA days of fairytale retellings, though obviously less European)

Four Roads Cross, Max Gladstone (it turns out I was a LOT more fond of Tara than I initially realized - plus this book had a good Pratchett-esque pacing and reliance on characterization)

Get in Trouble, Kelly Link (reading this after the Chiang was instructive - Link is such a better storyteller, better at prioritizing the human over the concept)

Gods Behaving Badly, Marie Phillips

Soulless; Changeless; Blameless, all by Gail Carriger (this series is basically a romance novel with some fantasy plot thrown in for fun; extremely charming and funny)

Black Leopard, Red Wolf, Marlon James (got about 1/3 of the way through and had to wave the white flag; will try again because I like the plot and the worldbuilding; the tone is just so hard to get through)

Pew, Catherine Lacey (a strange book, I'm still thinking about it; a good Southern book, though)

Nuremberg Diary, GM Gilbert (it took me two months to finish, and was worth it)

River of Teeth, Sarah Gailey (I wanted to like this one a lot more than I actually did; would have made a terrific movie but ultimately was not a great novel. Preferred Magic for Liars.)

Mexican Gothic, Silvia Moreno-Garcia (extremely fun, though more trippy than Gods and the plot didn't work as well for me - though it was very original)

The New Voices of Fantasy, Peter S. Beagle (collected anthology, with some favorites I've read before Ursula Vernon's "Jackalope Wives", "Hungry Daughters of Starving Mothers" "The Husband Stitch"; others that were great new finds "Selkie Stories are for Losers" from Sofia Satamar and "A Kiss With Teeth" from Max Gladstone and "The Philosophers" from Adam Ehrlich Sachs)

#from the bookshelf #Anonymous

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extraordinarilyextreme · 3 years

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Crown Prince Li Kaiqing, Chen Ji, and Fushui

MAJOR spoilers for 《骊歌行》 Court Lady (2021)!!! This is just me blabbing about my feelings.

so we all knew that Crown Prince (CP) and Chen Ji (CJ) were gonna be BE cuz they have historical prototypes. after Chengxin was executed, Li Chengqian grieved for a long time, refusing to attend court and also building a shrine for him in the palaces.

well, even with that knowledge, i still cried like a little baby at the end of the drama. there’s not a single un-sad 感情线 in this entire show, but i really do think that the mess of these three is tragic.

before we dive into the mess that i’ve become, a huge round of applause to Li Zefeng for his amazing portrayal of the Crown Prince—the good-intentioned, sort of foolish boy that we first meet and then later the wide-eyed, paranoid, remorseless man. and of course similar props to Wang Yizhe’s two roles of sweet Chen Ji and scheming Fushui (and Sun Langlang for voicing them! Wang Zhi’s VA!).

so as i’ve already said, CP is really a whole different person after CJ dies. and the contrast between CJ and Fushui (FS) is very plainly evident: CJ dressed in pale white-blue, FS mostly in grey-black; CJ kept his hair loose, FS wears a bun (or hat, when he rises thru the ranks); CJ is a lowly palace entertainer, FS is well-trained in combat and medicine (and ends up as Senior Imperial Physician, somehow); CJ was terrible at weiqi, FS is good at weiqi but pretends to be bad at it. CJ was targeted and subjected to rumors, but no one dared question CP’s relationship with FS—because CP was in so much grief after CJ died, how could anyone bear to do that to CP again? even though FS was absolutely the one that everyone should have removed from CP’s side immediately…

when CP and CJ first meet in episode 7, CP is kind of a typical princely character: he’s kinda entitled, the world is his, his future is bright… and i firmly believe he 一见钟情 because while CJ still treated him with courtesy and respect, it’s obvious that CJ didn’t expect or want anything from him. and this continues in episode 9, when CP is trying to clear his thoughts by the riverside and runs into CJ who is fishing: CP brattishly orders CJ to stay and keep him company, and CJ is honestly more confused than anything as to why the freaking Crown Prince of the country wants to spend the whole goddamn day here. of course, it’s because CJ represents a freedom for CP: here, the Emperor won’t compare him to Prince Zhou or Prince Han; here, the Empress won’t admonish him over and over again; here, there’s no scheming advisors who try to curry favor with him. here, as CP tells CJ to use, it’s just “you and I” without care for rank or formalities.

(but also the death flag in episode 9 was atrociously obvious LOL with CP promising “I will make you a grave” to CJ’s absolute terror. on-the-nose. still made me sad later on, so that’s that i guess. in any case, the episode ends with a 定情信物 whereupon CP gives a jade from his belt to CJ.)

CP watches CJ perform (as he is an entertainer from Prince Han’s mansion) for the first time in episode 10, and we see it again in episode 12, episode 16, and episode 17. based off 《三国演义》Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the lyrics are as follows:

大丈夫只患功名不立 A great man should only worry about not gaining fame and honor/

何患无妻 Why worry over not having a wife/

舍生忘死报恩住 Leaving behind life and death to repay my Lord/

忠肝义胆待友朋 Treat my friends with righteous loyalty/

我要做有血性的英雄 I want to be a hot-blooded hero/

为义而生 To live for righteousness (loyalty)/

为义而死 To die for righteousness (loyalty)

CJ plays the main role of Zhao Zilong (Zhao Yun), and he helpfully compares the story to a game of weiqi in episode 16.

“A gambit [sacrificing insignificant pieces to protect the significant ones] is what Zhao Zilong did in the Battle of Changban. In order for Zhao Zilong to save A Dou, he couldn’t save Madam Gan. So, Madam Gan committed suicide. Isn’t Madam Gan a gambit?”

to which CP responds: “Thank goodness you are Zhao Zilong, and not Madam Gan.”

CJ: “The Crown Prince regards me as his soulmate [知己]. Even if in the future, the Crown Prince were to sacrifice me as a gambit, I would be willing.”

CP: “What are you saying? You and I are friends. No matter what happens in the future, I will never treat you as a sacrificial gambit.”

(so, like, death flags everywhere! 知己-mention! and, c’mon, i think for CP’s consort to be jealous/insecure is a little bit justified considering the amount of times CP has CJ perform this piece with a line like “Why worry over not having a wife”.)

backing up for just a moment before everything goes to shit, other notable events are CP finding out his wife is pregnant in episode 13 (but he spends the day fishing and then cooking the fish with CJ at the riverside, and they walk off with arms draped around each other’s shoulders), CJ hurting his leg after climbing a cliffside to pick red flowers after CP mentioned his wife loves the color red most in episode 14, and finally CP leading a blindfolded CJ to a new house just for him to tick off another romance-y trope in episode 15.

CP: “Didn’t you say you didn’t have a home? So I bought you this little estate. When you fall in love someday, have children, and have a great career, this will be your home.”

(the point is they’re both still kind of in a honeymoon phase right now, tho it ends quickly in episode 16 when our FL Fu Rou warns CJ against being so close to CP—but CP is a little bit too idealistic right now, a little bit too stuck in his blissful fantasy, a little bit foolish. foolish, and incompetent, and unable to protect the people he loves bc he unwittingly endangered them to begin with.)

of course, things come to a head in episode 17 when CP’s wife tells her sister about CJ, leading to the Emperor eventually finding out. but while that’s happening, CP goes to see CJ at the estate he bought for him.

CP: In the future, I won’t come here anymore. Therefore, let’s put aside differences for today and be friends like we used to. We will never have those kinds of days again.

CJ confesses he’s going to leave Chang’an: I want to learn swordsmanship well, and become a wandering hero, feeling at home wherever I am. When the Crown Prince becomes Emperor in the future, I can help you take care of bad guys along my journey out there. This will be my way of helping the Crown Prince to keep the empire stable.

CP gives his dagger to CJ: This is not a reward, but a gift for my friend who is about to leave. In the future, whenever you look at it, it will be like looking at me.

CJ: A gift from my soulmate. Chen Ji will definitely take good care of it.

(for ppl who’ve watched Qing Ya Ji, the parallel to Zhongxing and Fangyue here killed me. but there’s also a parallel within the show itself near the end when Fu Rou gives the Emperor a collection of scrolls and explains that the late Empress hoped that he would treat her writings like he were seeing her—one of Court Lady’s many confirmations that CP and CJ should be read as a romantically by paralleling it to visible, het relationships. ALSO, CP has CJ perform Zhao Zilong again right after this conversation, like a last nail in the coffin.)

so the Emperor finds out in episode 18 and angrily orders CP to kill CJ himself, lest he be stripped of rank. Fu Rou warns CJ, but he refuses to escape.

If I run away, the Crown Prince will not be able to fulfill the Emperor’s order—what would happen to the Crown Prince? […] Life and death are not the most important things; the most important thing is to stay true to yourself.

and so CJ unsheathes the dagger CP gave him.

The Crown Prince regards Chen Ji as his soulmate, Chen Ji also regards the Crown Prince as his soulmate. ‘A man of service dies for the one who knows him.’ (An upright man can die for his soulmate.)

CJ quotes “士为知己者死” from Sima Qian’s 《史記·刺客列傳》Records of the Grand Historian, tho if you’ve watched Winter Begonia, it should probably also look familiar.

CP pushes aside the soldiers who’ve accompanied him on the journey to CJ’s home, but it’s too late: CJ took his own life, using the weapon CP gave him, in order to protect CP.

the chorus of Lu Hu’s 《万里》 Ten Thousand Li plays as CP staggers toward CJ’s lifeless body.

呼吸，想着你, When I breathe, I think of you

在梦里，在心里, In my dreams, in my heart

怪完相遇，怪自己, After I’ve finished blaming that we encountered each other, I blame myself

别离，痛彻心扉！Farewell, my heart is broken

(this is a song from the OST we hear multiple times with the other couples in the drama—and we also see many couples by the same river that CP and CJ would fish together by. i think, like, all the couples associated with this song except our main one have a BE…)

in CP’s immense grief, he has the weiqi pieces from his last game with CJ glued to the board, never to be moved again, and he has the flowerbed outside flattened. we get our callback to episode 9: “Chen Ji has no family. I promised him that if he died, I would make him a grave.”

CP doesn’t meet FS until episode 37, but what the Emperor says in episode 19 about Chen Ji is what really makes the whole thing a tragedy.

You must be cautious when choosing friends. He would only have misguided you.

and that’s the thing, the Emperor isn’t wrong!!! it ultimately truly is the Crown Prince’s love for Chen Ji that destroys him. his love for Chen Ji ruins him, ruins the imperial family and threatens the dynasty as a whole. because when Fushui shows up, a man who shares Chen Ji’s face, the Crown Prince trusts him unconditionally—it’s the Crown Prince’s desperation to see any small part of Chen Ji again that leaves him vulnerable to FS’s manipulation: CP forgets who he truly is. because how could a man who looks like Chen Ji ever betray him?

CP is thrown from his horse in episode 37, striking his head upon a rock.

he wonders: Chen Ji, have I also died? Did you come here just to pick me up?

(but of course it’s FS, who was actually going to kill him but the soldiers arrived too quickly.) they meet officially in episode 38.

CP: I thought I was going to die. Dimly, I felt someone approach me—he wanted to save me. I originally thought it was Chen Ji who couldn’t bear for me to die, so his spirit appeared. I didn’t expect that it was you.

FS remarks that CP has brought up “Chen Ji” several times already; immediately, he understands that this is a weakness to exploit.

CP basically throws a temper tantrum in episode 39 when he discovers he will have a permanent limp from now on. (idk if it was an intentional parallel, but CJ also had a limp after falling from the cliffside in episode 14.) FS is the only person that CP allows to approach him, and FS gets him to eat grilled fish (which is apparently CP’s favorite food—how much of the people we love do we carry with us?)

FS acts innocent: I really am bad at lying; as soon as I lie, you see right through me.

it’s everything CP wants to hear.

CP tells him: When I fell off my horse, and was on my last breath, you came to my side and encouraged me to continue living. I’m now crippled and in despair, but you talked sense into me to eat grilled fish. Everything that has happened—if it were Chen Ji, he would also have talked sense into me, encouraged me. Sometimes, I feel that you are Chen Ji, just with a different face.

(obviously it’s the same face for us tho cuz he’s played by the same guy. but anyway, when FS comes clean about everything in episode 51, he mimics the words CP says here.

I am not Chen Ji. I, Yang Fushui, came to your side to find an opportunity to take revenge.)

back to episode 39, FS says he doesn’t want to be “another Chen Ji” because he doesn’t want to die so young—he’s afraid of death.

CP: I guarantee you that I won’t let anyone harm you. What happened to Chen Ji will never happen to you.

(and it’s true! FS gets away with so much goddamn shit because CP’s wife doesn’t dare criticize FS, and even the Emperor doesn’t after knowing what it’s like to see his son in such heavy grief. CP’s wife thinks this is her chance at making amends; she felt real remorse after CJ died, and honestly that line from It’s Quiet Uptown sums it up best: “If I could trade his life for mine/He'd be standing here right now/And you would smile and that would be enough.” a shame, of course, that CP was FS’s freaking main target. nobody wants to repeat the tragedy of Chen Ji, so no one questions Fushui.)

but, like, FS isn’t truly even that subtle—it’s just that CP is so blinded by his love for CJ. from episode 46:

CP: I have taught you for so long, but you’re still terrible at playing.

FS: I am doing it on purpose. Only if I play poorly, will the Crown Prince be willing to continue teaching me.”

CP: Even you put on an act before me? […] You are the person I trust the most. Don’t lie to me.

(太子，你醒醒吧!)

so FS successfully sows discord between CP and his brother Prince Han; the Empress passes away (always sickly, but her illness was very much exacerbated upon seeing her beloved sons turn on each other); CP’s wife kills her own sister in what she believes is a beneficial political move for CP; Prince Han’s wife is wrongfully executed; Sheng Chujun is killed and silenced too after he discovers FS’s plans. CP stages a coup against Prince Han. (the man who looks like Chen Ji must only want the best for him, right?) FS gets away with everything and goes to visit CP in prison in episode 51.

AND HERE! HERE! FS is supposed to kill CP; that’s been his goal from the very beginning. CP hasn’t eaten for days in the prison, but FS shows up with a grilled fish and CP eats without a second thought that it could be poisoned.

but. FS has been at CP’s side for so long now. he’s orchestrated CP to lose everything. there is nothing left that CP could give to him but the mere fact that he’s still breathing.

in episode 49, FS poisons Lian Yan’er and Yan Zifang is obviously upset on behalf of blissfully ignorant, head-over-heels Ma Haihu.

FS: I will kill whoever gets in my way.

YZF: What about someone you love? If it was someone you loved, you would be just as ruthless, right?

FS: It is human nature to be greedy and selfish. Where does love come into play? This question—you’ve asked the wrong person.

(but FS’s expression changes. someone he loves? he’s startled, he looks afraid.)

FS ruined CP’s life; and at the same time, gave CP reason to live again. CP started playing weiqi again, his relationship with his wife improved; he started smiling again. there was a passionate fire to him that he never had before (this was his second chance to do everything right, to protect the people he loves!)... the kindling, unfortunately, was his trust in Prince Han and his parents. from episode 39, FS comes in and sits down next to CP after CP trashes his room during his tantrum.

CP: Do you know why I treat you differently from other people?

FS: Because I remind Your Highness of your friend who already passed away—Chen Ji?

CP never stopped loving CJ; he loved Fushui, because he never stopped treating him as Chen Ji. after the failed coup against Prince Han, CP smiles in prison in episode 51 when FS visits him.

CP: It was fate who made us each other's soulmate [知己]. [...] If you can continue living well, I wish that you live your life to the fullest, with both smiles and tears.

how can Fushui bear to take the Crown Prince’s life when he’s received nothing but unwavering trust from him? when he explains who he truly is, when he calls CP foolish for trusting the wrong person, FS is on the brink of tears. his mouth trembles, his breaths shake. when the poison begins to take effect, and CP agonizingly reaches for him, FS takes his hand—just as CP gripped CJ’s lifeless hand so long ago, just as CP reached out to the person he thought was CJ when he fell from his horse. FS takes his hand, sobs, and gives him the antidote.

(Consort Yan’s eunuch is, of course, outraged.

Yu He: If you can’t bear to kill him, then I will!

Fushui: I forbid you. [...] He has nothing left to lose. I forbid you from killing him.)

so, we have the Crown Prince, ruined by his love for Chen Ji—and Fushui, who both took and freely gave the Crown Prince’s life back to him. it’s a love story; it has always been a love story.

and finally, FS gets Ma Haihu killed in episode 53. he picks up the comb MHH carved for Lian Yan’er (a 定情信物!), and when he speaks, ends up telling the story of CP and CJ as well.

There was a woman who sacrificed her life for your bright future. You only needed to enjoy it, yet you took the road of self-destruction.

and then he remembers what CP said to him in the prison in episode 51.

CP: If, in this world, fate truly exists, then so do the hearts of men.

FS remarks now: If you have a heart, you will be easily hurt, or even lose your life.

heartless Fushui, who kills without batting an eye, who nearly upturned the entire Tang dynasty, who doesn’t know of love. in the end, he couldn’t bear to end the Crown Prince’s life.

so, yeah. these three broke my heart. i really wonder what Chen Ji would say to the Crown Prince when they see each other again at last in the afterlife. what the Crown Prince would say to Chen Ji. how violent love can be. what it means to live in someone’s memory. or maybe they would return to the river and spend a long day fishing together again.

#court lady #骊歌行 #cdrama ramblings

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