#this isn't to sy that all marriages are like this

[angelsaxis]

hey aint it crazy that in the cishet marriage contract, especially as its taught in conservative circles, the man owes the woman money (eh) and protection (In this day and age? unlikely) and the woman owes the man sex and children and food and a clean home and companionship and nursing and mothering. notice how "owing" means she's in the wrong for denying sex, and she can die trying to create children. especially in this terrible country. this contract is uneven.

[eccentricallygothic]

|| Fiddle ||

Description: Curtis is a soldier from lands far away. Curtis loves to tease you. Curtis is a jerk. Curtis is your husband. You do your best to deny Curtis' existence. Curtis doesn't mind. Because Curtis knows you are a fiddle to his touch, whether you like to admit it or not.  

Pairing: Soft-Dark Army Chief!Curtis Everett | Spoiled Crown Princess!You. 

Disclaimer: I do not own Curtis Everett (sadly). This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact. 

Warning(s): Soft-Dark Curtis, he's kinda crusty dusty, forced/arranged marriage, power imbalance, fluffy smut with dark undertones that gets rough, groping, making out, dumbification, degradation, self degradation, ddlg undertones, he's intimidating, pet names, infantilization, play fighting, m!dom, f!sub, unprotected p-in-v intercourse, cock riding, overstimulation, doggy style fucking, spanking, choking, hair pulling, he's a man. 

Note: Was gonna post a Sy thing tonight but it's not done yet and I am extremely tired so here's a little Curtis piece I did the other day.

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Curtis' eyes are closed as he leans his head against the edge of the tub, his huge body relaxed in the warm water while a content smile tugs at his lips. There is nowhere in this whole wide world that he would rather be than in this moment right here; relaxed after a long day of hard work and in the proximity of his dear lady. The contemptuous voice of said lady, although hostile, is music to his ears as it rings in the distance between them while she begrudgingly rubs away at one of the many dirt spots on his body with the use of a soft sponge. 

"Ugh, what do I, The Crown Princess, get?!" You are muttering to yourself like a typical naggy wife. "A fuckin–" your words lock in your throat automatically when your husband's eyebrows furrow in disapproval. "A frickin' no name foreign soldier!" You hate how he doesn't even have to open his eyes to get you to correct yourself. "While all my stupid friends– stay still!" You reprimand when one of his arms that you had extended in your direction to scrub the grime off of begins to get antsy in your lap for the sole purpose of annoying you.

Curtis chuckles and that irks you even more, as if your tiara placed on the opposite side of the tub on a little stool for whatever reason glinting at you isn't enough. 

Your husband is a jerk and he's probably rubbing your nose in the fact that despite being all-powerful after your father The King, you still have to bathe his stupid dirty body like a common wife. 

Ugh, you hate him.

"I am sorry, my love."

But you can't protest in the way that you want. 

Because your stupid father had issued a decree upon your arranged union to him. That you would only be able to keep your crown if you stayed true to your husband and kept him happy. Otherwise, the Army Chief -a stupid title held by your idiot of a husband- could usurp your future throne and do with the kingdom -and you- as he pleased. 

You hated it. 

But you loved your position more. 

However, your rascal of a husband made it even harder for you to stand him and keep up with the bargain when he asked of you cringy domestic services that made you want to punch him square in the jaw. 

But alas! 

How powerful is a damsel against her knight in shining armor? 

You continue when you have made sure that he won't try and reach for your breasts now. "... While all my stupid friends got to have dukes and nobles and aristocrats, I get a crusty dusty baldy from who knows where!" You hate how your boobs hang from the neck of your dress. 

Your depraved husband had them make a whole new wardrobe for you after your wedding. 

And the fittings and cuts on your home gowns made you want to kick him. 

He further irritates you when he lazily splashes some water on you in a playful fashion. You click your tongue at him and widen your eyes in warning even though he can't see you as you pinch his arm. "Stop it, baldy! Do you even know how long it takes to wash and style hair? Exactly!" You glanced at his buzzed head. "Stop splashing your stupid grimy water on–" you gasp, fully offended now as he remains unbothered with his eyes still comfortably shut. Water drips down your nose due to the hefty handful of the soapy water that he has just hurled right onto your face. 

"You–!" You toss the sponge into the tub angrily as you reach for his face with your claws. "You are DONE! I will end you today– AHH!" You screech when he manhandles you quicker than you can process it. The only thing you see is him opening his intelligent blue eyes before he gathers your offending hands in one of his much bigger, rougher ones and the arm that you had been cleaning wraps around your waist before you are pulled into the water. 

… You are in utter disbelief.

Your mouth falls open in shock as your eyes clench shut to suppress your rage. "How's this?" Your jaw ticks at his cocky tone. Warm water helps itself into your heavy gown and you're getting drenched by the second. You don't even struggle to try and get out because you are all too familiar with the unrelenting quality of the vice grip that he has placed on you. 

You stay quiet for a bit and just let yourself simmer in your rage while you try to think of all the reasons why you shouldn't lose your shit. 

But your husband is insufferable.

"Figured you could use some cleaning up too after a long, hard day of sulking around in luxury and jewels inside the castle" that seems to set you off in an autopilot and you begin to vehemently try and shake him off. But it's impossible to do so in the hold he has you in and that makes you even more passionate towards your resolve.

The bathwater goes splashing all around as you grunt and groan, wheezing a few seconds in by the struggle you have to put forth. Your eyebrows crease together indignantly and you kick your legs hard, pathetically weaseling against his chest with your hands locked above your head.

Curtis is no more than amused while you fume. He wordlessly holds you down with adoration in his pale blue eyes as a soft smile tugging at his bearded lips. He remains quiet and soundless until you open your mouth and then he's laughing at you. 

"Unhand me, fiend!" What? You read that in your literature lessons recently and thought it sounded cool. 

"Oh," your husband begins to shift forwards to press you against the edge of the opposite end of the tub, "but the big bad fiend fancies himself some little princess now" that's another thing you hate. 

He always tells you you're too small for big girl things and that's why you need to be taken care of. That that was also one of the reasons behind your father getting you, his only child, married to a man like him. 

That you needed a firm hand in your life that only he could provide.  

Absolutely absurd, right?! 

"I AM NOT LITT–" you suddenly freeze amid your struggle because your eyes have subconsciously flickered down to his pink chapped lips while his breath fans your mouth. You can't decide whether it's the way Curtis' chest firmly presses against yours or the way he has your arms suspended above your head in such a… big way that you inch your head upwards and mindlessly meet his lips, way too carried away by the memories of how good they feel to be rational.

As always.

The hungry way in which he kisses you back takes your breath away and both of you begin to claw and grope at each other everywhere you can like you are lovers who have met after being parted for years. The brawling couple is nowhere to be found, for a different kind of tussle has been initiated. 

Your access to him is less complicated and more pleasant because he's completely bare. But the way Curtis growls when he's kissing the length of your neck and the lovebites that he likes to leave on your tender skin indicates that he does not appreciate the barrier of your skirts between himself and you. 

"Up" he separates his lips from your jaw that he now nibbles at just enough to husk out his order. You quickly obey as you feel your arousal fill your already drenched undergarments, deciding that fighting could come later. You had the rest of your lives to do that, after all. Not that you liked to admit it when you weren't about to mount his cock. 

Curtis sits back and pulls you on his toned thighs to have no hassle access to you. You whine and grind yourself against his erection as he peels all your clothes off hurriedly, occasionally grunting under his breath when you get too rough because of your need. 

"Come here" he keeps your jewelry on but pulls and tears away everything else. Picking up your extravagant tiara from the stool, he places it on your head and you can't help but clench before rocking your hips harder against his. 

It's a silent assertion. 

An act of dominance. 

A paradox. 

You could wear the crown and have all the power in the Kingdom over every single person but your husband. 

Curtis was your regulator; your owner. 

The real master. 

You were the silly little puppet that he controlled with his cock.  

And while it never fails to offend you later, it always makes you even wetter when your bare body is pressed up against his. 

You whimper to yourself as realization dawns upon you; was this why he had the tiara placed here in his reach when you started? Did he know this was coming? Was this supposed to happen? Had your husband tricked you into becoming the wanton little thing that he always made out of you? 

You whine with a timid shake of your head as you place your hands on his broad shoulders to signal him to not move when he goes to place you under him. "W- Wanna ride…" You mumble like a baby and the tenderness of your tone has him roughly inhaling before he grabs your ass and squeezes it harshly, forcing your straddle to widen against him.

"Sure you can take it on your own, honey?" Even in your submissive state, you roll your eyes before puffing your flushed cheeks and that's how Curtis knows you are the one for him. 

"I think I know how to ride my husband's dick, thank you very much" he snorts.

"Oh, so now I am your husband, huh?" You groan and clamp one of your hands around his teasing grin as you reach into the water to position his tip against yourself. 

"I swear, you're so fuck– ow, Curty!" Your eyebrows rush to meet as you let out a high pitched throaty whine.

"Language" he warns dangerously as he glares up at where you're suddenly hugging his shoulders sensitively so his face is between your boobs. 

The combination of the apex of his dick twitching against you along with a punishing smack resounding against your wet ass had been too much for you to handle. 

You were just a fragile little baby, after all. 

"S- Sorry…" Your knees shake as you remain propped up on the top of his cock, too stuck around his monstrous girth to sink down and too needy to let go. "P- Please help, Curty" he has to raise one of his thick, dark eyebrows at that. 

"But I thought you were a big girl who knew how to ride her man's cock" shame nibbled at your blushing cheeks. 

"N- No… n- not big, Curty. P- Please… n- need you so bad" you uncomfortably shifted on the top of his cock. "P- Please help…" He hummed as he let one of his hands roughly fondle your ass cheeks, his beard feeling the soft cushions of your boobs. 

"Are you saying that you admit that you are my dumb little girl who can't do anything on her own and needs me for everything?" You nod so he moves you down but stops halfway to torture you just that bit more. "Say it" the slap he lands on your butt causes your cheeks to jiggle feverishly and you arch your back at the pain with a loud whine. 

"I- I…" You clench needily around him and feel yourself getting wetter at how great that one thick vein of his cock feels around your walls. "I admit t- that I am a stupid little girl and I can't do a- anything on my own–" you have to pause to recollect your breaking voice, the tension in your band of muscles that his rock hard cock stretches forming knots in the base of your stomach. "A- And that I need m- my hubby for everything" Curtis hums and he finally rests his back against the tub again as his hands aid your movements up and down his cock to get you to adjust to him. 

"Now thank me" you clench and feel your toes curl when he begins to pay attention to your erect boobs and his beard scratches the skin, chapped lips grazing your nubs in a way you can only describe as pleasurable. 

"Thank you!" It is breathless and erotic in tone as your hands curl around his shoulders. "Thank you for h- helping me, hubby" your hips start to work on their own now, the water that is beginning to turn cold splashing down on the floor as you slide yourself up and down his hard cock. 

"Wouldn't have been able to do it on your own, huh baby?" Curtis' teeth are sharp around one particular nipple that he had neglected the last time he was on you -which was a night before the last- and now he began his addictive mix of sucking and biting at the bud so you would be reminded of him every time anything brushed against it. 

"N- No, hubby…" The fact that your nails are digging into his hard pale skin -that doesn't get tanned no matter what, much to your confusion- but it doesn't seem to bother him as he rams up into you each time you land on his balls makes you reach for your pussy only for your hand to be smacked away. 

Uh oh.

It's a rule; your body belongs to Curtis and only he gets to touch it.

"And why is that?" Your vision gets dizzy as his tip begins to collide with your spongy bundle of sensitive nerves now, his girth having finally parted your walls enough. 

You feel yourself in a daze as you gasp down at him, one of your hands mindlessly stroking his sharp features. Curtis' body is the most stunning contrast of light and dark. His skin is white as snow -almost as though he has been carved out of frost itself- and his thick hair is nearly black. He hasn't yet disclosed to you his origins or the backstories of the many scars that litter his body. But the menace with which he wields a weapon -though he prefers not to be a soldier around you, unappreciative of you ever showing up on the field or anywhere near it- and the way your father trusts him with all of your lives sends the faintest chill of realization down your spine. 

Your husband is not as simple as the Kingdom Protector that he makes himself out to be. 

Because the ruthless way in which he shot down the person who tried to abduct you when you tried to flee your wedding makes you wonder if you even want to find out just what you open your legs to everytime you can. 

Or he wants. 

"Hm?" Curtis pulls you out of your fear inducing reverie. "Answer the question and I'll give it to you, baby" you feel your tiara slip to one side and go crooked on your wet hair when he gives you a particularly hard thrust. 

"Ugghhhheeee!" You gurgle as you throw your head back because of how he bites your nipple at the same time. You rake your mind to remember where you were, clenching hard around him when it does come back. "B- Because I am too d- dumb and my l- little pussy is too small to handle you all by myself, hubby" the profane words that would usually sting you tongue and appall you only further add to the pressure building between your hips.

You're so close.

Curtis growls and the way he begins to fuck up your pussy indicates that it's taking all of him not to change position and plunder you into the ground. 

But he never refuses the wishes of his Princess. 

His fingers finally creep to where you need him most. "That's fuckin' right" a loud moan escapes you when his thumb begins to swipe up and down your clit. "So remember that the next time you wanna argue with your man who works hard in the hot dirty field all day long so you can be a pretty little Princess in a protected Kingdom" your whole body is on fire despite the water that surrounds you. You're wet, dirty, desperate and on the very edge, the stimulation on your clit pulling at the knots in your stomach harder and harder. You're incoherent with your pleas and praises but Curtis isn't quite finished with you just yet. A firm tap thumps against the side of your head condescending as he readjusts your tiara. "Tell me you'll remember it" before he wraps his muscular arm around your waist to pull you closer again.

"I'll remember it, hubby!" You throw your head back as pleasure erupts up your womb and everywhere in your body. Your knees give out but you keep slamming yourself up and down his dick animalistically like a cock drunk nymph, placing your hands on the edges of the tub and using the grip to help move yourself. "Thank you so much!" Your ears are numb and hot, vision full of stars and neon shapes as you feel your breasts jiggle in a humiliating manner but you are too far gone to care.  

Your heart is still erratic and your hips haven't completely stopped moving when he decides to take back all the reigns of control. 

Being the simpleton that you are, you fail to realize that your husband didn't come. But that's okay. Curtis understands; little Princesses like you don't know anything but selfishness. 

It's a good thing he's a taker. 

"My turn" he breathily whispers in your ear when you have somewhat calmed down and now tiredly rest against his chest while lazily moving yourself on his cock. 

"... H- Huh?" 

A loud groan of protest escapes you when he suddenly rotates you on his cock like it's your axis, shifting onto his knees and moving you towards the opposite end of the tub. You open your eyes to see him placing your hands around the edge of the tub to hold on to, the realization of what he is about to do you causing your eyes to nearly fall out of their sockets as you sputter, too confused and fucked out to say anything substantial. 

Not that your husband would listen anyways. 

That is another rule; you are never to deprive him of anything, yourself being the top of the list of said things. 

Curtis adjusts your tiara again as he moves back to wrap his hands around your thighs to both handle you better and keep your legs that are trying to clamp together wide open for him. 

"Oh!" Your pussy clenches in defense when he begins to thrust into you.

And he isn't gentle about it either. 

"Tsk, comparing me, a husband who serves his wife with his blood and sweat to those sissy elites who have never seen a day of hard work in their lives and only know their fancy words" one of his hands pull back to come rapping down on your ass, causing you to jump with a loud whine, the action causing him to groan as well as it sends vibrations up his cock. "Well you know what, my dear?" He pulls you back by your hair to whisper in your ear. "If it comes to it, do you think those dukes and nobles and aristocrats of yours will be able to protect the honor of their ward like I did?" Fuck, another orgasm is about to force itself out of you due to the sensitive condition of your pussy. "Huh?!" Another slap has you yelling out a response as you get rammed like nothing more than a common whore.

"N- No, hubby! I am sorry, hubby!"

"You better fuckin' be" Curtis sounds fatally dangerous as he holds you to him by a new grip he has placed on the curve of your pussy from behind. "No real man ever wants the name of another on his wife's tongue" his balls clap against your ass in the most erotic way you've ever known. "Don't take my affections for granted" he begins to toy with your folds just to torture you that much more. "You're too spoiled and stupid to handle me when I get pissed, honey." 

He is breathless as he empties his load into you, cursing when the hot burst of thick liquid causes you to fall over again and you clench around him due to the sensitivity. "Look at this, baby" one of his rough hands clamp around your throat as he bends over you to fuck you harder, holding one of your thighs over his arm to allow himself deeper access. "You can't even breathe without my permission… how fucking cute" your lungs burn for air and your brain melts.

"Yes, hubby…" Is the only thing you can hear yourself muttering through the numbness as your body rocks back and forth. You can swear you knock out a couple times as your husband thoroughly fucks his orgasm out and into you. 

Then he pulls you in his arms and against his chest when he is done. 

"My hair…" His cock is hot inside your cavern as you cuddle into his chest, having been turned around again as the two of you snuggle now. 

Curtis has always told you that it's very pretty, just like all your other features. "What about it?" Your husband's own breathing is heavy as he reaches to push it out of your face. Your tiara is long gone and forgotten after it went missing during the fuck. 

"The soapy water ruined it…" You softly pout up at him. 

"I mean…" The warm and blissed out expression in his eyes is evidence that he doesn't agree nor care. Your beauty is something he always compliments with no hesitation and complete honesty. You are the prettiest sight my eyes have ever had the pleasure of beholding. It makes you roll your eyes everytime. "We can be the baldies, the two of us, hm?" You huff and glance at the ceiling tiredly. "The… baldy couple…?" He imitates the way you say it in your exact accent and you can't help but push weakly at his chest to express your dislike. "I mean," Curtis is grinning now. Uh oh, that can't be good, it never is. "Bet the tiara would look even cuter on your shiny cueball head–"

"YOU'RE SO OBSCENE, UGH!" He doesn't mind the childish fist that you land on his shoulder only to whine because his skin is too hard for your pampered little hand. 

Curtis snorts as he reaches for your hurting hand and kisses the top of it before slowly standing up with you safely tucked in his huge arms. "Only for you, honey" before he carefully removes you from his cock and hauls you over his shoulder, smacking your ass to make you squeak as he walks to the shower to get the now grimy bathwater off of the two of you. 

Your head maid shakes her head from outside your chambers as she motions for the rest of your helpers to excuse you for the day. It wouldn't be until morning that anyone would be able to get you two off of each other. 

"The Princess pretends like she doesn't know the Chief but he is the only one who has ever made her so… soft" one of the girls that basically grew up with you and was one of your good friends giggled shyly. 

"That's because she's a fiddle for the Chief, whether she wants to admit it or not" the other one rolls her eyes as they walk away from the group. 

"Perhaps that's what a comfortable marriage is" your friend muses aloud as the two girls turn the corner towards their quarters. "Being hopeless fiddles for each other in our own ways."

It was true, for it was not one sided by any means.

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[neonghostcat]

Brain Overflow

You know how in my last 'state of the author' post I said I could feel the urge to write coming back?

Oh, it has.

It's terribly inconvenient too. I'm going to tell you a little about some of the things I've been thinking of and then whine/wibble a tiny bit if you click through to behind the cut. (You don't have to read the last bit!)

I've written down three different SVSSS (LiuShen) ideas in the last couple of weeks, added a few thoughts to older ideas, made a mental note of possible Cultivate extras, and just refused to write down others so as not to encourage rampant plot bunny breeding.

But let me tell you about a few of them because I'm hoping it reduces the urge to work on them better than just typing up notes.

The Lady Blackbird fusion Not sure what Lady Blackbird is? Well, it's a free tabletop rpg that you can download here. But the TL;DR is, "Sort of like steampunk Star Wars: A New Hope + Firefly + potential Jane Austen novel, if you want." I'll just C&P the pitch here: Lady Blackbird is an Imperial noble fleeing from an arranged marriage to be with her secret lover, the pirate king Uriah Flint. To reunite with him, she has hired a notorious smuggler and the crew of his skyship, The Owl. However, The Owl has been captured by an Imperial cruiser. How will Lady Blackbird and the others escape? What dangers lie in their path on the way to the pirate king’s lair? Can you see where this is going? (Actually, probably not your first thought, no.) We start with Shen Yuan transmigrated in a xianxia-by-way-of-steampunk gown, sitting in a jail cell with several men, a teenage boy, and a veiled teenage girl. System helpfully informs him that he is now "Lady" Blackbird, on the run to end up in the arms of Pirate King Mobei-Jun. His cell-mates are, as follows: Smuggler Captain Liu Qingge, Lady Blackbird's personal bodyguard Liu Mingyan who suggested her brother when LB said she wanted to escape, the ship's mechanic Shang Qinghua, the ship's doctor Mu Qingfang (or they pick him up later, I haven't decided), and "a goblin named BingBing". While SY is busy freaking out that System can't fool him - that's the Protagonist, Luo Binghe!!! wtf!!! System says "later, loser" and more-or-less abandons him (though still employing an OOC ban). So now you can probably see where this is going, lol. It involves at least a brief period where SY has to crossdress and pretend to be one of Binghe's future wives - a fiancée/wife of Mobei-Jun as Liu Qingge gets very conflicted feelings about his troublesome passenger. Featuring lots of Cumplane friendship, sassy MQF (as a treat), teenage smirking (likely aided and abetted by the adults), and space whales (naturally). I have not yet fully decided if the story Shen Yuan read was PIDW and now he has to figure out how the infiltration of "space with gears on it" into his xianxia has fucked up what he and Airplane know, or if the story was something like "Proud Immortal Starlit Way" and it was always like that. (Thoughts?) ---

The "SY Bodysnatches MQF" idea What it says on the tin... SY accidentally ends up in MQF's body instead of SQQ's. Only MQF isn't gone - he remains. This occurs directly before the Demonic Invasion and double qi deviation part of the plot and they rush back to the sect to deal with that. Then things get messy while they conspire to get SY his own body. Featuring: An extremely confused Liu Qingge, eventual Shenbros, and aro-ace MQF being very bemused at all times. ---

The "LQG Gets De-Aged/Age-Regressed" idea As you can guess: LQG gets age-regressed. This happens in Lingxi Caves instead of his death-by-deviation. He latches onto SY-SQQ and SY-SQQ is helpless to do anything but take the cute kid in. Featuring: BingLiu friendship, possibly Bing-other disciples friendship, but mostly establishing bro-code that makes Binghe switch his infatuation with SY-SQQ into family feelings as soon as LQG regains his adult body and it becomes clear that LiuShen is happening. ----

This is along with: Joint Custody (LiuShen), my SJ-SQQ second-chance redemption fic (LiuShen and LiuJiu, but different LQGs), a peak lords ascension fic using Cultivate's backstory (LiuJiu), a LiuShen timeloop fic, and at least another half a dozen fic ideas sitting in the hopper that aren't nearly as developed/that I am not burning to write yet.

I'd love to know which ideas you guys are most interested in. ;) Joint Custody is still next regardless and I'll probably not be working on either of the LiuJiu fics in the near future because they are definitely 100k+ territory and I'm still not ready for that. But knowing people are hype for something keeps me hype. ;3

I'll probably be in this fandom awhile, y'all. Please send help.

Sadly, I can't work on any of them yet, because I have over 2,600 messages in my inbox waiting for me to respond to. (This is not a humble brag - this is thousand-yard-stare territory. It was somewhere over 3000 for awhile until I started making a list of people who generally only left emojis or thanks and let them know that I was going to just thank them for all of them in one email so they didn't peppered by replies in kind.)

Not that I'm complaining about them, because I missed replying to comments so much (it's genuinely one of my favorite parts about writing fanfic), but it's still a lot and even if I could manage 100 replies a day (which for mental health reasons, I really can't), it's going to take awhile.

RIP.

More importantly - I hope you are well! 🌼

[saintobio]

Omg ok ok hello! I had this huge rant in my head about sy and sn so pls feel free to ignore it, but I love your writing so much and it gives me some STRONG FEELINGS. First of all it surprised me that I like the way you write y/n cuz she doesn't become a "bitch" after the whole deal with Gojo and have some elaborate revenge plan, but she is also not a goody two shoes (even if she stayed with Gojo earlier but she had a lot of external pressure to stay in the marriage). Not that those tropes are necessarily bad but it's just more realistic this way. She's just a person who has been deeply hurt and is trying to do right by others. Even if she has made big mistakes, she still wants to make up for them cuz she's not completely in the right either. Also getting bashed by everyone for trying to make amends/ not following their advice regarding you own life; while very triggering for me (lol) is also just such a natural reaction. Not right, just natural. When things get out of people's hands and they want to blame someone for it, they often go for the one who is actually trying and won't retaliate if for nothing than to just keep the peace. Also wanting people to understand your side of the situation yet feeling undeserving of it at the same time because of your mistakes is UGHHH I feel like you do that so well! It's amazing but genuinely heartbreaking to see how far Satoru has come as a person too. Also when he thinks about how he wants to be a better person for Akemi IT MADE ME WANT TO PUT MY HEAD THROUGH A WALL... cuz WHY COULDN'T HE BE LIKE THAT FOR US!!! At the same time we have moved on without him, so if we are allowed that luxury then why isn't he? It's just so ANGSTY AND SO SO GOOD! Because we love Satoru we always will but he had a chance and he fricked it over terribly! So it would be idiotic to go back to him but at the same time the heart yearns for him. This is a side tangent but whenever any character says "this is not like you", "you have changed, this isn't how you'd act" makes me so MAD lol (maybe bc I am triggered?) But these guys WATCHED MY GIRL GO THROUGH SOME HORRIFIC SHIT AND STILL EXPECT HER TO NOT BE PERMANANTLY AND IRREVERSIBLY CHANGED???!! ;-;; IDK what they want from her oof >.< I do think Akemi is a shitty friend but I can't bring myself to hate her completely. Seeing them together is so ANGER INDUCING AAAAA (and her wanting a family with him is fine BUT THIS EARLY?!JUST AFTER ADMITTING YOU FEEL "SORRY" FOR BETRAYING US?! IT MAKES ME WANNA HURL HER TRHOUGH CONCRETE) but at the same time Satoru and Akemi both deserve someone who can love them. It feels hypocritical to be angry when we ourselves told him to move on and find someone who can love him the way he deserves. It's just very very shitty it had to be them. Sera is also such an interesting character. She has a lot of traits that I admire a lot. Her resourcefulness and complete and utter pride/confidence and being unashamed to ask for things/ stand up for herself (even when she is wrong) is something I wish I had sometimes. Still wanna stick her head through a toilet tho and yet when a person who slept with a married man can see the bloody violation of girls' code that is sleeping with your bff's EX HUSBAND oh BOY you should KNOW SOMETHING IS WRONG. I have no strong feelings for Toji (cuz I don't like him much anyways but that's just personal bias XD )but I do think his anger and frustration is well founded especially since he runs over whenever the reader needs him. He's so supportive and invested and honestly he deserves someone who can give that back to him. It's kinda sad but then again I don't like him much to begin with lol.

OH AND THE ENDING OF THE LAST CHAPTER IS SOOOOO PAINFUL. To always be the second choice even for YOUR SON OHHH MAN I'D RATHER YOU PUT A KNIFE THROUGH MY HEART ;-;

All in all I hate how much I love this series and love to hate these characters and take out my repressed anger on them cuz I can't do that irl. This series is my Roman Empire lol. It's so painful, yet so beautiful and it makes you FEEL so many things and yet hold out hope for things to become better. I love this, love you and your writing- ok mwah bye bye (and thank you if you read this rant put together by my post nap, barely coherent brain) I have so much more that I want to say. I can write essays about this series and how it uses so many technically "cliche" tropes but it is anything but cliche . Truly some of the best angst I have read like ever!

oh wow !! i don’t even know what to say, this feels like such a comprehensive review of the sy series sdksks but i think many readers could definitely relate with some of ur points here :D this is such a nice perspective to read, thank you so much for sharing and tysm for reading sn/sy aaaaa i’m happy u enjoy the angst as much as i do <3

[enbysiriusblack]

marauder parents hcs:

mostly for my own continuity fanfic writing reasons

remus- hope and lyall; very in love, they're an adventuring turned sitting on the sofa with a cuppa couple. they both sell things at the village market, and help out neighbouring farms. hope died in early 80s and lyall spends the rest of his life mourning her and his son

james- euphemia and fleamont; literally besotted with each other, best friends turned lovers but it was fleamont crushing heavy on euphemia whilst euphemia was in a highschool romance with minerva. died in each other's arms <3

sirius & regulus- orion and walburga; arranged marriage, knew each other since they were babies (being cousins and all). didn't particularly get on, they just tolerated each other and both had numerous affairs

peter- lydia and cora (mum and dad divorced and his dad legally isn't allowed to see him); lydia was a teen mum to peter and later realised she was a lesbian, got with cora whilst peter was a teenager and cora became his unofficial mum-in-law.

dorcas- bob (mum isn't around/left when she was very young); he's bob the builder /real. is very gay. never came out to dorcas (she knew). sirius was the one who told him dorcas was dead, weeks after it happened. and after it came out in the muggle world of sirius being a huge criminal, bob blamed him for dorcas' death.

lily- jean and lee; both huge workaholics (boring office jobs) and put a lot of academic pressure on petunia and lily. *cough* lee is in love with bob *cough*. lily gets the ginger-ness from lee. they both don't know a lot about their kids life, which they regretted after lily's death.

marlene- catherine and ian; catherine is a huge bitch, we hate her. ian is just there. he's a classic sitcom dad- goes to work, reads the paper, watches tv, occasionally fixes stuff in the house and plays football with his sons. he's much closer to marlene's brothers, since catherine doesn't like marlene doing 'masculine' things. they're both middle class, wannabe perfect and traditional family people.

mary- aymee and ronnie; quite chill. ronnie works at the post office, and aymee sells homemade jewellery. they both get on more with mary than her older goth lesbian sister, sy. aymee went to hogwarts, was in hufflepuff, so is the parent to help mary out with magic related things.

emmeline- mi-sook and yeong-su; yeong-su went to hogwarts so got emmeline to live with her grandparents (in scotland) so she could go there too. as such, she's not that close to her parents. she does gets on with her mum, sending letters to each other every week and spending time together when emmeline visits. but doesn't get on with her dad, him being distant and comparing her to her younger siblings

pandora- tilly and cian; they both worked as apprentices to nicholas flamel after finishing school and met each other there. they're the lovegoods (i'm a 'xenophilius took pandora's last name' truther.) regulus' parents let him be friends with pandora in hopes her parents would get regulus a connection to the flamel's. they both dissaproved of xenophilius but agreed it was better than pandora's previous sapphic poly relationship

[sadiahakim]

When I am here gaslighting myself, there are people intimidated by my values, my goals, my courage, the way I carry myself, the way I rise from ashes. I always thought I am not a beautiful girl like others, I don't know how to go to the market and bargain, I don't like shopping and stuff due to my own reasons, I repeat my favorite colors, clothes and designs. I don't know how to wear makeup and I do have a cosmetic allergy, so I can't put even a simple cold cream on my face. I don't compromise on certain things, and all other things that I think were a major flaw in my personality being a female gender, but then someone made me realize flaws aren't defined based on these categories or personality or health choices. I have all basic life skills, I carry my values despite what others label me as, I see through people's toxicity, I am a woman of boundaries and I respect myself and want the same from someone who claims to love me or spend a life with me.

I rejected so many connections in my life because I had low self-esteem and doubted my existence. I thought myself as a burden on others regarding connections, my soul and my heart. I thought I am not suitable for it. I convinced myself that I was not lovable enough or worth any person in my life. I used to hate marriages, I still do, I mean to get married to someone my soul isn't comfortable being with and my heart is not sure about, and my thoughts aren't aligned for. But I guess I am open to anything that life has to offer.

Because, in our old house, we had a lot of paranormal, unbelievable stuff going on, and once I told my mom that there's someone that finger combs and plays with my hair and I can feel it, but there's no one when I turn around, that was something else, long story short, I talked negative about myself, joking that I am not beautiful, why would someone do that to me, and one part of that discussion led me to understand love and life. Now I get it when my mom said to me,

"You can be the most beautiful girl and perfect human out there and people will still find you uninteresting and ugly. You can be the most horrible and toxic person outside, and there will be people cherishing you for your soul and the energy you bring into the room. For love, for genuine love to happen, if you think you aren't beautiful according to the false standards of this society, then let me tell you a secret. Being physically beautiful and attractive is not what matters and attracts genuine people, but appearing beautiful to the person in love is what matters the most. It's about them and what they are looking for in you, and not about you as a person. People choose people for their own reasons that have nothing to do with your truths and lies".

And then she uttererd,

Mohabbat hone k liye apka khuubsurat "hona" zaruri nahi hai, mohabbat k liye apka ksi ko khuubsurat "lagna" zaruri hai or khuubsurti sirf chehron sy nahi hoti, or husn sirf jismo ki malkiyat nahi hai, ap ka kirdar, apka rawwiyya, apka Zindagi ko le kr nazriya teh karta hai k ap kitne bd-suurat ya kitne khuubsurat hain. Khuubsurti ya badsuurti akhlaq me hai beta, agar apka dil murda hai to ap chahy miss universe hi kyu na ban jaen, apka chehra apki badsuurti nahi chupaa payega. >>>>>>>

(For love to happen, your 'being' beautiful is not necessary, for love, your 'appearing' beautiful to someone is necessary and beauty is not only in the face, and beauty is not just the possession of the body, your character, your attitude, your perspective on life determines how beautiful or ugly you are. Beauty or ugliness is in the character, my child, if your heart is dead, then even if you become Miss Universe, your face will not be able to hide your ugliness).

Sadia Hakim ©️

[okcat]

this is cringe fail don't read srsly esp irls..

ignore me bc im on my period and emotional and hysterical but anyhoo. met my bf's family and they're so wonderful and kind and accepting that it made me emo now bc my family will never, ever be like that. overheard my mom talking to my aunt about how an as/sy/ria/n priest would never bless an interfaith marriage and like im not even gonna marry my bf or anything like that our relationship is still new so ik it's stupid to be upset over stuff that maybe probably doesn't matter but it's like. okay. I'm not even religious like that so idc what ppl think but I still wanna get married in an as/sy/r/ia/n church bc it's important to me Culturally at least. but it sucks that if my partner doesn't meet all these qualifications, then it's just not realistic to. also living with this guilt of being part of an extremely endangered ethnicity and not like. keeping within my own community or whatever. I'm sure other indigenous people understand the feeling of almost... betrayal even tho 1) it just isn't 2) I can do whatever I want and don't have an obligation to "keep my ethnicity alive" cuz I'm just a person who didn't choose to be born into this and I just wanna be happy like any other human being on this earth. but the fucked up part is no matter how strongly I believe that, I STILL feel guilt. I still think about how we're survivors of and fighters against genocide and feel guilty because I'll probably further contribute to the dwindling numbers of our people. but IT DOESNT MATTER BECAUSE I don't even want kids so it's fucked anyway also it doesn't matter how ~pure~ someone is?? That's like... dangerous ideology. What matters is keeping the CULTURE alive and u can do that without being closed-off to others and overproctective... I get it I understand the trauma from generations of genocide and continued erasure but idk I wish I could do something as simple as introduce a partner to my family and not have all hell break loose because that act has Implications. But like I said I'm not getting married or having kids but it's like man can I at least have the Option to do that with someone not from my ethnicity without my entire family and probably community disowning me and shunning me bc despite all the dumb shit I Love Who I Am and Where I Come From but. Idk I don't fit in and never will and it sucks and it's stressful to live with and and and

I just need to get help or something cuz simply just liking someone shouldn't send me into a fit of despair it's not that deep like... imma blame the hormones tho. lemme go take a tylenol *casts spell of forget you ever read this upon you*

[rarepears]

Have another Shen Jiu X Shen Yuan idea ft. SY dating his son's teacher without realizing just who this teacher actually is

Because every fandom needs a "fall in love with your son's teacher"/"teacher falls in love with student's parent" cliche, have this idea:

Shen Yuan transmigrates into a cultivation world. He doesn't yet realize it's SVSSS because he doesn't recognize the names of all the big name celebrities in this ancient China world. He builds a business, learns some cultivation, gets married (because he's, for better or worse, not an orphan in this world and his family arranges a marriage for him), has a child or two, wife dies (from disease or childbirth, whatever), the usual routine of being an average man in this Ancient China setting.

(Shen Yuan fails to recognize he's still very much not "average" in this world - most people don't have the time OR money to go disappear for weeks on end to travel and check out XYZ cool plants and animals in XYZ region for fun. And he might be a "businessman" but he's a nobleman who's able to just lay down on the ground and the money comes rattling in like a fireman's waterhose. Ah, the delight of being from the modern world and being able to give vague ideas to the employees to figure out!)

His routine breaks when his son goes off to Cang Qiong sect to become a cultivator. At this point, Shen Yuan has been in PIDW world for a couple decades, so he's sort of forgotten about things. He finds it amusing about Cang Qiong name, but he hasn't heard Shen Qingqiu or Yue Qingyuan, so he brushes it off as a coincidence about the sect name. Or maybe he's just so far pre-canon that he doesn't have to worry about anything!

His cultivation isn't that great anyways, so it's not like he's going to be some superstar or ascend. (Or so he says despite having so many pouches full of ultra rare herbs that he could mix together to create pills that would boost his cultivation base by 10... once he finally admits to himself that he has indeed transmigrated into PIDW.)

One day, Shen Yuan finally gets to go visit his son at the sect. It's because his son's shizun is ascending and a new generation is about to be sworn in, so a celebration open to the public is being held. In other words, his son is about to have a new teacher.

Pity Shen Yuan was too distracted to remember his son's peak, but whatever. That thousand lotus blooming in Shenzheng was more interesting since it attracted XYZ animals to the area and Shen Yuan just needed to really go there to see for himself, alright? That's where Luo Binghe met wife 284!

But he makes time or the celebration since he's too curious to not go, and he starts up a great conversation with head disciple Shen Jiu. They started chatting due to having the same last names (and Shen Jiu wants to see if he's in any way related to this Shen Family).

Like the idiot that he is, Shen Yuan walks away that night not realizing Shen Jiu is his son's future peak master nor that the next generation is to be named "Qing". Nor does he realize that he left a blushing and starstruck Shen Jiu behind.

What Shen Yuan does know is that the quality of teaching has dramatically improved with the new generation of peak masters! He enjoy receiving detailed weekly reports on his son's progress. The little informal notes at the end of the message are a nice touch, asking about his day, but Shen Yuan knows better than to think it's in any way special - it's a standard tactic for building up a good and close relationship with rich people before asking for some donations.

Eh, he should donate something to his son's peak, shouldn't he? But he doesn't know if the peak has some sort of financial aid office that handles donations, so he just sends it to the peak master who handles all the weekly reports. Easy peasy.

Shen Yuan gives himself a pat on the back for using this donation exercise to also empty out one of the storage rooms that he cluttered up with dried plant cuttings last year that he was hoping he could turn into nice smelling potpourri. With the sheer amount he sent to the peak, they can figure something out with that, surely? He knows some of them are good for cooking, but the other ones can be turned into bookmarks or something artsy?

Whatever. He now has space for some other projects now. Two birds with one stone.

(Shen Jiu's face turns red upon seeing the very very expensive courting gift he has received. Even Cang Qiong's annual profits is worth less than this!)

[More in #shen yuan unknowingly is dating his son's teacher au]

[enbeast]

hey yall I noticed that there don't appear to be any transcripts for A Study In Ichor, so I figured I'd type some up, please note I am literally just going off the audio and I might get some stuff wrong.

mission 1

:readmore:

CLIP ONE

Workhouse Owner (WO): RUN FASTER, WORKER FIVE, THAT TREADMILL WON'T TURN ITSELF. As you can see, Master Yao, our workhouse not only provides food and shelter for three hundred inmates but makes a healthy profit too. For example, Worker Five has been running on one of Cubbad's “treadmills” for a mere twelve hours today and has already milled five hundred pounds of flour. Got the odd nail in it but it's good enough for the Rutherhive slums [laughs]

Sam Yao (SY): Twelve hours? Without a break?

WO: The alternative of life on the streets is an excellent motivator. And with your investment we will be able to build even more machinery, maybe even increase rations to three bowls of gruel a day.

SY: I want to use my inheritance for good, and if I'm honest, I have some concerns about your worker's wellbeing.

WO: Oooh I seee~ Yes, I suppose it is rather fashionable nowadays to worry about unfortunates, but I assure you Master Yao, once you've had to make your way in the world, like myself or your uncle, a fine man, you'll learn that revenue is the important thing, not how it's made.

(note, as Sam talks there approaching footsteps)

SY: Surely, there's a way to- OW!

WO: YOU THERE, IN THE CAP, watch where you're going, you just ran into a potential investor. Where's your worker number?

Pick pocket (PP): (in a stilted cockney accent) Sorry, Guv'ner.

SY: No, no, it's fine, I was in the way.

WO: It is not fine. Young lady, break time isn't for another three hours. Get back to work. (retreating footsteps from PP) I'm dreadfully sorry, Master Yao, this workhouse is full of ingrates.

SY: My watch! It's gone, the chain's been snapped...

WO: That worker stole it, she's a pickpocket! Worker Five get off that treadmill and chase after her DON'T COME BACK WITHOUT THAT WATCH!

SY: Uh, I'll come with you, Worker Five, I don't want to make a fuss, but that watch is important to me. Come on, let's run.

CLIP TWO:

SY: Hey, mind your step, Worker Five, I've heard about this, rows of people crushing animal bones to make fertiliser. Ugh, the smell is awful. Pickpocket just ran out into the street, we've got to follow her! Five, I hope you don't mind if I call you Five, through that door! (sound of door opening) There! I see her, she's heading towards the Temm's tunnel, it goes under the river from here to Whopee, an engineering marvel- a-apparently, my uncle's an engineer, he's building an underground railway. I try to keep up with the industry but... It doesn't come naturally... I mean, I-I know the tunnel was built using Bruno Cockren's tunnelling shield but I still barely understand what that even is, I don't ac-ARGH! Oh! (gasping) Five! If you hadn't pulled me aside that horse and cart would have run me over! Ugh, I-I'm sorry, I should have been paying attention, but well I-I don't often get to talk to anyone who isn't my uncle, or someone who's interested in my inheritance... Not that I need all that money, of course. I just want to be sure it's going to help people, it's what my parents would have wanted. That's why the watch is so important to me, it was the last thing they ever gave me before they died. Reminds me of what's important. If, if it was any other watch, I'd... just have let that pickpocket keep it, I'm sure she needs it more than I do... Ah, she's just hopped the barrier at the Temm's tunnel, it's in that round red brick building the entrance shaft is underneath, come on, Five, let's experience this engineering marvel first-hand, quickly, before we lose her!

CLIP THREE

SY: Ah, this tunnel is incredible, can you believe we're RUNNING under the Temms, makes me feel a bit funny... Mind you, we're here now that it's safe, uh, some of the people that built it died in the flood... Oh! Maybe I should spend my inheritance on something that'll make projects like this safer for workers, what do you reckon Five? Oh, Oh no... The pickpocket's already climbing the stairs! Ah- she's getting away! (panting) Whopping's all alleys, if she slips down a back street, we'll never find her! Up the stairs! Run!

CLIP FOUR

SY: (panting) And we're out of the tunnel, the pickpocket just ducked down that alley, after her. (Running sounds) Uh, we've got you cornered, now please. Give me my watch back.

Amelia Spens, formerly known as the Pickpocket (AS): Oh, I don't think so. Lads! (sounds of several sets of footsteps closing in) You're surrounded.

SY: Five, it's a gang of pickpockets.

AS: I'd have been happy with just the watch, but since you followed me, allow me to introduce the Abel Street Gang, they're all over the rooftops and they've all got knives.

SY: Please, don't hurt us, Five here has nothing to do with this!

AS: There'll be no need for bloodshed as long as you both give me all the money you're carrying.

SY: Five doesn't have anything, but, uh, (mumbling, followed by the sound of a heavy bag of coins hitting the ground) That's all of mine.

AS: W-he-hell, aren't we the wealthy one.

SY: I-I've got more! Lots more! And I'll give it to you, I promise, just please return the watch. It's my most treasured possession.

AS: I see! Not an especially experienced negotiator, are you. Hmm, let's take a look at this watch, see what's so special about it. Hmm, pearl face, silver plating, and... an engraving...

SY: It's uh... it's Chinese, those are my parent's names, and that's mine. Sam Yao.

AS: Y-you're not even going to try and make up an identity? What- (laughing) You're lucky I'm just a pickpocket and not someone REALLY nefarious, I- Helloo, what's this? (music starts playing)

SY: There's a tiny music box behind the face, that melody was special to them.

AS: Ooh, a bit twee if you ask me.

SY: So you'll give it back?

AS: I might have sold it back to you for a few sovereigns before you told me who you were, but as my luck would have it there just happens to be something that only you can do for me, Sam Yao. Your uncle's digging a railway underneath London, isn't he?

SY: H-how did you know that?

AS: I read the Society Pages, in my line of work one needs to know who's on course to inherit what fortune, and which Saloons they're likely to fall out of after one too many brandies.

SY: My fortunes from my parents, not my uncle.

AS: Yes, but you're his ward, or at least you were until you came of age recently, correct?

SY: Yes.

AS: There's something I want to show you. Follow me and keep up the pace. There are far more unsavoury types than me in Whopping and they'll take more than your watch. Run!

CLIP FIVE

SY: What's your name?

AS: I'm not telling you my real one, but you can call me Amelia.

SY: Uh, if you don't mind me saying, Amelia, you're quite well spoken for a pickpocket.

AS: Well, even an educated woman is not replete with options in this day and age. We might have a woman on the throne but I had to choose between penury, marriage to a seventy year old rector, or this.

SY: Well, it's not easy for me either, I'm lucky I have money because, well, being Chinese, people have misconceptions.

AS: Yes, you really should choose your friends wisely. Down this side street.

SY: Ugh, Mm. What IS that smell?

AS: Cover your mouths with your handkerchiefs, both of you.

SY: It's alright, Five, you can use mine.

AS: The smell is coming from that huge pipe, you see the emblem embossed on it?

SY: Ah! It's from my uncle's engineering company!

AS: That's right. The pipe is a ventilation shaft from his railway tunnel, now let's get away from it so we can breathe.

SY: (Gasping) Whoah, Oh that's better. What is going on down there?

AS: That's what I want you to find out.

WO (distant): MASTER YAO! WORKER FIVE!

SY: Ugh, it's the workhouse owner.

WO: (approaching footsteps) (panting) Master Yao, I followed you all the way from Rutherhive, one of my workers told me this woman is actually part of the Abel Street Gang! She only came to the workhouse to target you.

AS: This worker, was he a handsome fellow? Smarmy grin?

WO: That's right!

AS: Brent. (Sigh) That'll teach me to use former paramours as spies. Fine. (gun clicking) Hands up!

SY: Amelia! Don't shoot him!

AS: I'm not not aiming it at him, Sam, I'm aiming it at you.

WO: Steady on!

AS: Mr Workhouse Owner, unless you want future investors to know you got this one killed, I'd advise you to stop following us. Sam, Five, come with me or I'll shoot you both. Run!

CLIP SIX

AS: We lost the Workhouse owner, time to put this away (clicking sound)

SY: We would have come with you, Amelia, there was no need for the gun!

AS: Don't tell me how to take a hostage. Now listen carefully, for reasons that elude me, not everyone who falls on hard times opts for criminality, some people would honestly rather perform manual labour, and your uncle happens to be a proliferate employer of such eccentrics. I wouldn't care, except that many of his employees have family in the Abel Street Gang.

SY: I can ask my uncle to pay them more. But... He doesn't really listen to me. I'm Rather naive, apparently.

AS: Well, fortunately I have no need of your dreadful negotiating skills, I need you to solve an even stickier problem. Several of your uncle's workers have gone missing. Even though I've repeatedly explained to my gang that it's a waste of time caring about anything besides one's self, they're refusing to work until they learn what's happened to their loved ones. It's hurting my bottom line.

SY: That's awful... For the workers.

AS: Ahh, they're probably dead. If WE can barely breathe the noxious fumes near the ventilation shafts, what do you think it's like underground?

SY: I can't imagine! Those poor people... I'll stop what's happening, I promise, even if I have to spend every last penny of my inheritance.

AS: Do that and I'll give you your watch back.

SY: It's a deal.

AS: Mm, my favourite words. Righto, well, if that's settled then I'm off. There's a debutante ball this evening and I need to be in good time if I'm going to harvest some pearls. (retreating footsteps)

SY: There she goes. Look, Five, ah, I feel a bit awkward asking you this, but, would you maybe consider working with me? You were quick out there, really impressive, I've just moved into a house by myself and I could do with a hand. I promise it'll be a lot easier than the workhouse. I know it's been a funny old day, but for me it's actually been nice having someone to talk to. Talk at. Sorry, I know I go on a bit. But if you want to let's shake on it. You did save my life. Great! Now, I'm starving, how about some steak and oyster pie? Maybe we'll come up with some ideas about what happened to those missing workers over dinner., then tomorrow, we'll visit my uncle. Lord Earnest Van Ark.

[rarepears]

Forsaken Ninja's Self Saving System.

I will be honest, I almost went feral. The rush of serotonin this just gave me left me lightheaded. Also, I petition for Hatake Sakumo to win OroYuan's hand in marriage. I know SY is canonically oblivious to his orientation but I feel that he shouldn't be /as/ dense. Like, a smidgen quicker at realizing that he likes the guy.

But to counter the fact that he's not in a stallion novel, he's still massively distracted by all his new kids. This sick 20-something, who has likely never interacted for long with babies, now has, like, 20 of them and he's expected to experiment on them.

And on that note, he's desperately trying to figure out a way to rat out Danzo without marking himself for death. Well, more than a Sanin that everyone on the other side would really like to kill off and can be conveniently blamed if OroYuan ends up dead.

If this is during the war, after he's already experimenting, that means Nawaki already died (ps, Oro was his jounin sensei, so extra whump for the Sanins) so Oro was already looking into ways to bring Nawaki back. Maybe he remembers more about Edo Tensei so he can bring Nawaki back sooner so Tsunade comes back. Unless you want OroYuan to decide not to play God. Or make it a System Task since that was one of Oro's life goals, beyond getting his parents back from the Reincarnation cycle.

Maybe he sends a message to Jiraiya telling him to pack up his Ame kids (Konan, Nagato and Yahiko, the OG Akatsuki) and get his ass back to Konoha. Or maybe he tells Kushina that Jiraiya found an Uzumaki and isn't bringing him back to Konoha. That'll fix That problem.

Anyways, for Sakumo. He's pack minded. All those little puppies he can enjoy. OroYuan may have snakes he can summon to babysit, but snakes vs wolves/dogs? (I can't remember which Sakumo had) Scaly vs fluffy? Sakumo is the favorite. Plus, Sakumo's summons are happier puppy sitting than OroYuan's snakes are to watch the hatchlings. Also, I really ship OroSakumo. OroYuan's main hangup in this (beyond having to accept he's at least bi 🙄) is he's a single father of 20. Sakumo thinks this is fine. He's a dying clan anyway, new blood welcomed. (Same for Oro) Anyways, OroYuan is very pretty and tries his best with his new orphanage (that can be the cover story OroYuan is rolling with).

Also, I really want him to set things up to fuck over Danzo and Sarutobi. I know Oro wanted the Hat but OroYuan is like, Dictator with 20 kids and having to do research to help improve Konoha? Hahaha, no. Minato can keep the Hat. In fact, OroYuan is /invested/ in keeping Minato in power. After all, Minato purged (to an extent) Danzo's ROOT program. OroYuan just has to point out a few hidden bases here and there. Plus making sure Minato knows about whatever Danzo's using to keep his agents quiet. I forget if it's the tongue seal at this point. (An argument was made that Oro also had a seal put on him and that was part of why he went crazy, since it wasn't perfect and Oro was already mentally and emotionally unstable after losing his parents as a toddler, his jounin sensei losing trust in his humanity (that no one nurtured), his best friend runs off during the war and vanishes, his genin all die in the war, Tsunade leaving him after he let (couldn't save) her brother die, being overlooked by his sensei for the Hat when he's been the only one of his team who stayed for Jiraiya's student, and the civilians (and some other ninjas) are scared of his looks so he's always isolated) Anyways, his time at Konoha is not fun. But Sakumo takes care of all of his teammates, which is what was used to kick off the 3rd War. So he would be accepting of Oro/OroYuan.

If OroYuan wants to improve everything (if the System let's him) he could do "recon" and find out that there's a captured Uchiha and Konoha should rescue them ASAP. If Obito is in the Mountains Graveyard, I believe that it's close enough to Konoha to make them worried so twice as likely to actually do something. Hopefully, that can derail Tobi. But that's for future OroYuan to worry about.

Right now, Minato and his generation are probably chunin or thereabouts. So OroYuan can't even count on Minato to take over yet. Maybe he can install Sakumo as the Yondaime. After all, he was in the running before Danzo sabotaged him and he killed himself. So OroYuan still ends up as a dictators husband. Just one that is actually like by his people and probably doesn't blow off his work so much.

Shen Yuan quickly learns and masters Kage Bushin No Jutsu - one caretaker for every wailing baby, naturally. Oh and a clone to help him wash all that long silky black hair so that it remains silky.

(No, you don't want to know how much conditioner and shampoo he goes through every month to wash out all that baby drool.)

And well, this is a ninja village who does notice Orochimaru's increase in shampoo and conditioner purchases... and they spy on his baby supply shopping spree.

The ninja-moms quickly rope Orochimaru into their mother association meetings. Some people even come up to Orochimaru, un solicitated, to give him well intended baby care advise.

As Shen Yuan is already extremely overwhelmed about babies... he's very grateful for all this unsolicited advice because he's starting from like. Step -100.

Ninja-babies are HARD to take care of, okay? He has to deal with baby chakra monsters and bloodlines popping out at inopportune times. Especially when one baby start throwing tantrums and sobbing like the world is ending, a chain reaction begins and now Shen Yuan has a whole orchestra of screaming babies to handle.

And with chakra comes a whole new set of autoimmune disorders (related to chakra) that Shen Yuan gets to explore and learn about. First hand. Yippee /s

He's also busy trying to figure out more about Orochimaru's backstory since he didn't read that much of Naruto. And, like, this is the prequel and stuff. So many strange faces and unknown names floating around that he doesn't recognize as being in canon timeline.

Plus all the experiments he's running. He's got a lot of ideas of trying to recreate a lot of modern medicine techniques and technology into this world.

Anyways, this is to say that Shen Yuan is very appreciative of the support he's getting from the village and it shows... so people are now less nervous about going up to the snake sanin. This does wonders for Orochimaru's reputation in the village.

It also uh... starts a Orochimaru fangroup.

Anyways, with 20 kids on his hands and being an introvert surrounded by just too many fucking people day in and day out, Shen Yuan isn't going to be hunting down Jiraiya anytime soon.

Out of sight, out of mind, and Shen Yuan doesn't like perverts around him. Or influencing his kids.

Baby minds are much too malleable and can learn bad habits early on after all.

He doesn't mind Jiraiya's kid hanging around though. Minato makes a great assistant, fetching groceries and putting in orders for more baby supplies.

And then there's the really nice ninja who keeps bringing his large dogs over to cuddle the babies.

For all that Shen Yuan feels overwhelmed, he feels quite supported by the group of people he has around them. They are even helping him with naming the babies!

Oh Shen Yuan...

(Just wait for him to realize that those large dogs are, in fact, wolves. Oh and both Minato and Sukumo have crushes on him. But that's not happening any time soon.)

[More in the #shen yuan transmigrates into orochimaru's body and the naruto universe instead au]

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Can you write more about omegaverse SYxSJ pls 🥺 I just wanna know how the other peak lords, disciples, and cultivation world react to finding out the SQQ is not only married but apparently any alpha pheromone that was on him was only his husband constantly scent marking him 😂 or just a little fluffy scene of the two when they aren’t busy with other work

The Omegaverse SJ X SY idea

Part II: Thoughts about how alpha/omega dynamics work

Part III: (This post)

Part IV: The relationship

It's a complete and utter coincidence that Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu share the same last name. That said, Shen Yuan's friend group - and they don't know that Shen Jiu is a peak lord - assumes that Shen Jiu took Shen Yuan's last name. It's not really a thing in xianxia, but they think oh dang that's so cute, maybe this is a fad that should come back?

Shen Jiu mutters about how he needs so-and-so plant for so-and-so reason but the brute/asshole/healers already used up the sect's entire stock. The next morning while he's dressing for the day, Shen Yuan barging into their bedroom with a scroll that details where Shen Jiu can find the plant he's looking for. Shen Jiu is forever impressed by just how well read Shen Yuan is. There is no one who know more than Shen Yuan when it comes to flora and fauna.

In fact, like I said in another post, Shen Yuan is well known for his expertise. But since people only know him by his written work under the name of "Peerless Cucumber" who writes bestiaries and treaties AND fictional work under all the same name. For all that they don't know how he looks like in person, they do know a lot about Shen Yuan's life. This is what happens when Shen Yuan scribbles down diary entries on a sheet of paper and accidentally mixes it into his academic work when he sends his manuscript off to get published.

By popular demand, Shen Yuan ends up publishing a memoir (and then a serialization) of his life with his lovely Shen Jiu. Shen Jiu is known as the "Peerless Wife". So cute! （*’∀’人）♥

So yeah, by the time the Cang Qiong sect realizes about Shen Jiu's marriage, they already know what Shen Jiu's marriage life is like because Shen Yuan's The Daily Life with the Peerless Wife is a bestseller, even among the cultivator world (since little gold nuggets of wisdom are hidden inside).

(The gold nuggets are basically written form of tiktok hack videos like a "how to DIY your own deodorant in less than 5 minutes when Shen Jiu accidentally lost his during a camping trip. Or how to remove red wine stains from silk.)

Anyways, Liu Qingge is the one who discovers Shen Jiu's marriage. While waiting for a peak lord meeting to start, Qi Qingqi mentions a passage from The Daily Life with the Peerless Wife about work politics and the wife's terribly annoying coworkers, Liu Qingge realizes that it sounds mightily familiar *cough*. Cue realization that the Peerless Wife might be someone they know.

Insert hunt for the Peerless Wife.

And then one day, Liu Qingge needs to find Shen Jiu for (insert reason like needing Shen Jiu to identify a plant), but Shen Jiu is already gone for the day, so Liu Qingge uses his hunting skills to track down the Qing Jing peak lord. He finds Shen Jiu walking in town in the arms of a... mortal? AND THEN HE SEES THEM KISSING WTF IS GOING ON?

Insert confrontation scene. It's all very dramatic. The rumor mill works at 200% speed so within the hour, Yue Qingyuan is running down to rescue his precious Xiao Jiu from the despicable mortal alpha running grubby paws over his poor Xiao Jiu. Qi Qingqi, the brains of the sect whenever Shen Jiu isn't around and Yue Qingyuan has lost his head, figures out that Shen Jiu is the Peerless Wife they had been looking for.

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For the SVSSS/MDZS arranged marriage: I would love to know more about what would happen if SY was like "I volunteer as tribute" during the sect meeting about this marriage for the sole purpose of matchmaking LWJ and WWX together. Like that idiot would definitely see nothing wrong with marrying a guy to try and hook him up with someone else after all he's gonna fake his death anyway. What is everyone's reaction to this marriage? How does LWJ feel about the fake death plan (SY told him right)?

This would happen while Luo Binghe is in the Abyss. Shen Yuan really feels the ticking of his death clock, so he's just like, "i'm going to be out of your hair soon (via faked death), so why don't I just make sure to set my (temporary) husband up with his future husband?"

As for why Shen Yuan volunteered, it's not just that he "knows" his marriage will be temporary (thanks to fake death!) but also he's the 2nd ranked peak lord in the sect; Yue Qingyuan can't get married or he can and will be accused of being biased, not putting the sect first before other sects. A lower ranked peak lord could marry Lan Wangji, but it has a weaker political statement. And they aren't as "well suited" as the Qing Jing peak lord who's the master of music, scholarly arts, and strategy.

Shen Qingqiu and Lan Wangji, on paper, really do like the perfect match. Cang Qiong feels bad for Lan Wangji marrying this perverted leacher (who indeed has changed, but that still doesn't erase Shen Jiu's past history of visiting the brothels nearly every other day). They don't think Shen Qingqiu will be a faithful husband.

Lan Wangji and the Gusu Lan are Honored that such a powerful and influential cultivation master will take Lan Wangji as bride (aka Lan Wangji is marrying into Cang Qiong sect instead of the other way around). Well, Lan Wangji is honored, but he's not happy about it. But it's for the good of his sect and he loves his sect first and foremost.

Shen Yuan DOES NOT tell Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji doesn't lie! Lying is one of the Gusu Lan rules! Shen Yuan ain't dumb; plus he would like Lan Wangji to not feel obligated to be the loyal chaste wife waiting for his husband to return. Lan Wangji should go pursue the love of his life without restraint!

Unfortunately for him, he fails to consider how Luo Binghe, upon seeing his shizun's "death", keeps strict monitoring over Lan Wangji. After all he WILL resurrect his shizun and shizun will want his bride to be there waiting for him no matter how unhappy Luo Binghe is that Shen Qingqiu is already married.

(That doesn't mean the position of second wife/husband isn't open though...

And then Wei Wuxian can become the third wife.)

[Read more in #lan wangji finds himself being married off to cang qiong sect au]

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More Son of Heaven! SY and who was it that saved him?

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ It can be any cultivator that rescues Shen Yuan.

I really want this to be a Shen Yuan X Shen Qingqiu pairing, but Shen Qingqiu would be able to recognize that the "dragon" is made up of metal and therefore isn't a dragon... which would mess up Shen Yuan's "son of heaven" misunderstood identity. (Tell me that Shen Jiu wouldn't try to scavenge parts of this "dragon" because surely any part of a dragon would be valuable, medically or monetarily. Shen Jiu ends up discovering that this can't be a dragon in metal amour when even the insides of the dragon are made of metal.)

So it's got to be someone more dumb or someone who doesn't care. (Like Liu Qingge.)

Alternatively, it can be someone of the older Cang Qiong generation. Ooh! Imagine a pairing such as Shen Yuan X the Qing Jing peak lord who taught Shen Jiu.

Everyone "knows" that the Cang Qiong peak lord' lovers is the son of heaven. Despite knowing that he's married, and married to Cang Qiong's second most powerful cultivator at that, it still doesn't stop powerful cultivators from trying to seduce and propose marriage to Shen Yuan. It's a rite of passage for Cang Qiong disciples to have a crush on the son of Heaven.

Shen Yuan IS JUST TOO SWEET AND KIND.

Shen Jiu is no exception to this rule. It's even worse because Shen Yuan notices how Shen Jiu is struggling and personally tutors the lucky son of a bitch.

You know what? The more I think about it, the more I like this pairing. Shen Yuan is basically the DILF of Cang Qiong (except that he doesn't look like a DILF) because he mothers all the disciples when he's not adding to the misconception that he's a son of heaven.

And of course, people assume that this son of heaven is still sticking around the mortal realm waiting for his cultivation lover to ascend to Heaven.

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bruh the first ep or sy is gonna make me cry already and little sachrio is doing both good and bad for my heart I live him so much😭😭🤲🏼

also I didn't expect satoru to wake up and be like "ah my wife let's go home" and I feel so bad cause everyone is pointing knives at eachother while gojo is just trying to reach for y/n and leave not knowing there is not a lot to really go back too. Like 2 people are hounding y/n, 1 person is trying to stop them and y/n is just crying.(thank fuck sachiro is not there or else I would have to step in)

Also I personally feel that mother gojo is unfair towards the situation cause she should understand the effects they both suffered in the marriage (which isn't even a lot cause she decided to come back officially at a time where things were already so low so really she doesn't understand the entire effect but I'll still give her props) especially what happened to y/n. So for her to turn is understandable since y/n did hide the kid for so long and was unaware what was happeningback in japan, however she should see that y/n cut off the connection so the kid could actually be there and also to clear and fix herself up like satoru and mother gojo was doing. and it's like mother gojo didn't do the same thing in terms of cutting connection with her husband and satoru when he was young. Plus using satoru's yearning for a kid was also a dick move cause that is one of the main things that y/n has probably been thinking of the entire time.

I already know this is gonna have me crying and throwing up and to think y/n is just gonna be in shambles even more cause she is weak for gojo in all cases is gonna have me crying even more. so I wouldn't be surprised if she left the room (which might make mother gojo and geto mad, maybe even netizens mad if it gets out that she visited, which will make me mad cause yall are like stay away but come back)

and imagine sachiro wants to visit again my heart won't be able to take it cause I would not be able to refuse him a single thing if I was in this situation irl😭😭

also thank you for the this first chapter of the new series I'm so ready to see what is next even through my teary eyes ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ (don't worry I have tissues this time( ´ ▽ ` )) I hope you got some rest while you were gone as well and even more since you did have an issue with your other fics being gone (I'm sorry that happened since it was a lot that was lost and I've had it happen before but with my drawings :')). KEEP FIGHTING THO AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IM SENDING ALL MY SUPPORT AND LOVE♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

ah well the series might leave you frustrated for a while :((( bc it’s so messy lmao and out of the two of them, it’s mostly yn that will hurt more tbh. bc i love pain.

gojo rn is just “i want yn” while everyone’s fighting in front of him hahahah but it’s especially sad tho when he wished during the accident to not lose the part of him that loved her. and his wish did happen. sobbing…