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#THIS FCKED ME UP
were you your parents “babysitter” or did you actually enjoy your youth?
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illuminatedvisage · 9 months
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these hands in tightly hidden fists.
Pairing: Jing Yuan x (GN) Reader Summary: It is a late night, and the General's mind wanders. Warnings: Ineffectual Pining, Smut (sort of) Notes: 1.6k words of Jing Yuan being cockblocked by his own sense of morality. Title and quote taken from "So We Must Meet Apart" by Gabrielle Bates & Jennifer S. Cheng
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jing yuan notices the earrings first—small, bright gems set on a thin chain, hanging like stars from your delicate earlobes. then your hair, styled with more care than usual, and the new perfume that stains your wrist with a faint scent that he strains himself to catch, to catalogue into the breadth of information he has carefully collected about you. your clothes are as usual, neat and formal, as is your manner, except for the way you sometimes fiddle with the hem of your sleeve and cast longing looks out the window while he reads your report.
that is to say, jing yuan notices you quite a bit and today, there is something different about you.
“you look lovely today,” he says after some time has passed. the seat of divine foresight has emptied out for the day, save for the few guards that stand at attention by the door; he would have gone by now too and released them from duty, if he hadn’t been expecting you. it is rare enough that your work brings the two of you together, and since your promotion at the divination commission, the master diviner has kept you busy adjusting and readjusting the nodes on the matrix of prescience to keep up with her constant calculations. you have a talent for it, attuned to the fine details of your surroundings, so he wonders why you always seem to miss the glaring fact of his love for you.
“oh, thank you, general,” you say, suddenly going shy. your gaze travels around the room, from walls to window and even to the guards, landing on anything but him. it’s adorable, the way you avoid his eyes even though you want, eagerly, to share something—another of your mannerisms that jing yuan has filed away in his heart.
would it be too much to hope that you had dressed up just to see him? that you had made yourself prettier than you already are for his eyes alone? it is presumptuous to think that he is in your thoughts as often as you are on his, but he does it anyway. he allows his eyes to linger on your mouth, the way it curves into the trace of a smile at his next question.
“is there a particular occasion?”
“i have dinner with someone later,” you let out like a confession, in one breathless, rushed whisper. the answer is so incomprehensible that he doesn’t register it at first. not until you start fiddling with the earring that caught his eye, twisting the chain around your finger. he wonders if it’s a gift from the person you are seeing tonight. he wonders how it would feel to tug it off your earlobe with his teeth. “general?”
there is a waxy feeling in his throat, so thick that you could scrape it off with a fingernail, at the thought of you with someone else. someone you might be directing that secretive smile toward. someone whose arm you might be touching as you lean in close, close enough to let them catch a brief taste of your perfume—
“general?”
“i see.” jing yuan clears his throat, looking for his words, which have all suddenly fled him. “where will you be dining?”
“we have reservations at the sleepless earl. i know, i know,” you laugh a little, “not that exciting, but i hear the storyteller is starting a tale about the high-cloud quintet tonight and i don’t want to miss the opening. it’ll be decades before he tells it again.” the smile you give him then makes the muscle in his jaw jump. “and afterwards, we might take a starskiff to the exalting sanctum. the luofu is passing close to a binary star system tonight…”
his hands tighten around the scroll containing your report—the detection of cosmological time dilation patterns in three-body starquake ruptures—your voice gone soft and muddled in his head as he tries to get his jaw to unclench, so that he might beg you—and if we’re lucky, they might set off an aurora that we can see from the pavilion—if he could only say something that would keep you by his side, instead of, of—owing to the expansion of space in ten to the third dimensions upon point of impact, we can predict that the best course of action for the alliance—he doesn’t want to lose you, doesn’t want to give you up to this person who has done what he has failed to—it’s quite a romantic spot, actually—has caught the tail of your bright comet—
with a wash of sick, nervous heat, jing yuan realizes that he could. he could keep you from going out tonight under the guise of work, have you explain to him in charts and calculations and the graceful arc of your hands those elegant predictions which were your life’s work. he could always count on you to put your duty to the xianzhou luofu first, even if it meant making others unhappy.
one night might unfold into another into another as he lures you into his trap. he could start now. dismiss the guards. demand your time. steal a touch or two, first at your wrist, then your elbow, narrowing the distance between you by degrees as he bids you to lean over the desk and explain to him some prediction he pretends not to understand—all the while he looks not at the report, as you might have believed, but at the column of your unmarked throat that he longs to sink his teeth into like a claim. a night like that repeated a dozen times over. how long would it take you to sense him prowling at the edges of your comfort? to realize how close you have already allowed him?
how long would you be able to hold out against him?
jing yuan cares for you, cares what you think of him, and so your seduction would be as patient and meticulous as any strategy he’s executed. perhaps, after so many nights like that, alone together, he might ask you for a drink. tea or wine, whatever your preference, he’d offer to pour you a cup if you returned the favor. one drink becoming two becoming more, just like the hours he’d steal away from you, your tired head dipping into your chest as you struggle to stay awake in his company.
he’d have moved to your side of the table by then, offered you his shoulder to lean on; polite and trusting as you are, he doubts you would have questioned it as you drift into a haze of half-sleep. he’d stroke your shoulder, then your cheek, the crown of your lovely hair. he’d take the teacup from your slackening grasp and marvel at the sensation of your hand in his, at the delicate points of your fingertips, the soft cup of your palm that he cannot help but kiss. perhaps you would have woken, and if not, he’d take the time to memorize your hands, to slip his tongue between your fingers and nip at the sensitive skin between pointer and thumb.
you’d wake with a gasp, and he would turn his head to swallow the sound.
your lips—they’d be divine, he knows it, stained with the flavor of your drink, bitter and sweet as he coaxes you open on his tongue. he’d like it if you kissed him back, hand tangling in his long hair. he’d like it if you sighed, meltingly, into his embrace; if your supple body arched beneath his wandering hands. there, he’d show the first and only sign of his impatience, working them into your clothes so he could feel the heat rising beneath your skin and know for certain that you felt it too—that you were filled with a need as powerful as his own.
he’d take you on whatever surface was available, on the floor, on his desk. he would lay you out and fit himself between the spread of your legs, fingers probing inside you—at first one, then two, then three if you could take it. he thinks you could. he would do it slow, a precise calculation of what would bring you the most pleasure; if you whined, he’d only go slower. with just his fingers he could make you fall apart. he imagines you gnawing at your lips, slick with spit as you moan into the tabletop, your body slick around his fingers as he fucks them into you.
how would you feel on his cock? squirming as he splits you open or holding yourself breathlessly still? his hands on your hips as he presses himself into the heat of you, hoping to leave bruises that you’ll remember tomorrow and tomorrow after that. he’d fuck you however you’d like—slow, hard, fast, soft. he’d fuck you until you saw stars sparking beneath the cover of your closed eyes, no need to look outside, to look away from him at all. he’d make you come again and again, slack jawed, clawing at the his shoulders, addicted to the push and pull of him inside you. you’d ask him for more and he would give it to you gladly.
bent over like this, you wouldn’t be able to see him at all. he is grateful for that. what would you think if you saw that hunger so naked on his face, which he has only ever shown you so indolently calm? he is not known as a man of large appetites, but for you he is a wild, starving thing. for you— for you—
“general?”
jing yuan smiles at you, locking those thoughts of you behind the placid expression on his face. you haven’t noticed anything at all, and why should you? it is a mask that has not slipped for hundreds of years, unlike his next words, which slip loose without him meaning to.
“i hate to keep you longer than i should, but if you wouldn’t mind…”
A/N: i want him so bad i look stupid i know. i feel like jing yuan is just a little bit of an asshole but he tries hard not to be because he is also very aware of the power he has over people and knows that he could exploit them all too easily. but i really, really want him to (: anyway i like my jing yuans literally sick with longing. will i ever let him fuck for real???? stay tuned for more.
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ofallthingsnasty · 1 year
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There's always those stories of Fae would have a fuck ton of kids with humans and I can't help but think it's a breeding kink. Like maybe fae pregnancies are really long, especially in comparison to human pregnancies (9 months is nothing to a fae) so when Fae realize that they just can't stop themselves from grabbing the first pretty fertile human they see.
Just imagine it; being some pretty young girl who happened to catch the attention of a fae and getting whisked away to be treated like a prized broodmare, constantly being breed. If your fae gets really attached they might just use their magic to keep you young and fertile forever.
I need to brush up on faeries 1000% because I did not grow up with them and did NOT know that lol. How... curious... 👀👀 I am very intrigued ehe
tw.yandere, noncon, pregnancy, minors dni, as always my shitty version of being kidnapped by ... something not human
You know, right now I'd walk straight into any otherworldly little trap, so let's follow that thought for a bit. You're stressed, you feel like you're absolutely drowning in responsibilities, work, a million deadlines - so, so sleep-deprived and mentally exhausted that your judgment softens, your senses dull, your mind grows hazy. And while it will pass (all things eventually pass, don’t they?) and you’ll be fine some weeks, months from now on - the way through it all is grueling and hard, mundane and repititive. Wouldn’t you be fortunate to catch the eye of someone out there? Someone, something who thinks you’re quite charming; soft and human and almost clumsy in the way you putter about and oh, you’re so weak. Some beautiful stranger who whisks you away, to somewhere so odd you think you’re dreaming at first. It’s so surreal, you have to be asleep, right? And how harrowing it has to be to wake up for the first time, realizing that you made a stupid mistake some weeks ago, something you can’t even quite remember. Maybe the stranger caught you sometime during the dawn when you were half asleep- maybe they got you when you wandered too far into the forest on one of your nightly walks- it doesn’t matter, really, does it? Your head feels as sticky as cotton candy and heavier than a brick, and they keep you in a bed of soft linen and way too many pillows, and fuck you so full you can’t make out left from right- You can’t fight against them, and your rational thought is merely scratching at the door to your consciousness - but that underlying dread mixed with too-sweet dreams and kisses has to be terrible. Every passing day turns sweet to sour and when your stomach swells you finally manage to break away from the spell, if only to vomit out the food the stranger has stuffed you with... I feel like they’d basically keep you drugged and pliant for all eternity- with you just being able to feel that foreboding sense of ‘something is fundamentally wrong’ but not able to formulate a single clear thought. Any time you manage to free yourself from their influence, you’re immediately pulled back into it; and the memory erased. I can see them not even really talking to you - you’re like a sweet little pet to them, stupid and only there for what you can provide for them. Kept happy and dumb and pregnant, doomed to be a drooling broodmare...
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elbdot · 5 months
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So, you and white haired boys, huh?
Oh don't even get me sTARTED...
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Somehow they just keep getting worse and worse EACH TIME, I DON'T KNOW H O W
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kevin-ibw · 2 months
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People who are saying that Velvette would betray Vox, and Val is so crazy like what do you have against three horrible people caring about each other and no one else. Why can't you support women's wrong with her two other friends and their men's wrongs? They are TRIO. They are like team rocket. If one of them goes down, they either help each other or should all go down together. If it ends with one of them betraying one another that would be so fucking boring.
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maukiki1 · 3 months
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my son and his uncooked pasta bit-beast
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also heres th lineart bcs the lineart was especially laborious lol
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pastelhooman · 1 year
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My recent cause of extreme emotional turmoil
LOVE!! and PEACE!!!!
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maxsix · 7 months
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Ateez for Elle Singapore (October 2023)
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nwarrior777 · 8 months
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i play disco elysium atm and i can't believe it happened twice already, i mean, come on
(!!! spoilers for game in notes!!!)
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grogumaximus · 2 months
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13thdoodle · 7 months
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bunch of Phantasy AU doodles n wip from earlier this year
Basically I just found out this year that ball-jointed dolls actually have strings in them and not just... magically attached by the ball joints themselves? And 31 in this AU is a ball jointed doll that were made out of Danny's energy so here we are :3c
I've been watching a lot of doll customization since earlier this year and found out from dollightful's video that no they are all connected by elastic strings inside so that's where the idea came from
...i was looking on google to find a good example to put here and clearly I'm not exactly paying attention to how the main body strings are actually.. pinned to?
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the video I've been watching the most is dollightful n moonlight jewel and they have their bjd usually only to the bottom of the doll head instead of all the way to the top on the skull pin like the diagram above
Which is why 31 has his strings all connected to the 'heart' in the middle instead of the head kasjdnkasjnd
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But yeah uhhh specifics aside...
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Those ball jointed dolls made me think of 31, and then thinking about the clones in Phantasy AU and like.. the logistic of it
for 31, the idea is that during the circus gothica arc for this AU, Danny actually got kidnapped all the whole way into another universe/plane in which he met Valeska (Enn's oc) who unalive what his face the circus leader n break Danny's hypnosis
and now that Danny is essentially stuck in a whole other plane/realm/or sth he just following Valeska hoping she'll help him find his way back.
In one such trip, Danny got kidnapped (again) by another group/cult who wanted to use his power/energy as a gate keeper to the ghost zone to make their own gate keeper so they can open portals to ghost zones and maybe other realms too
31 is part of the experiments. He's a doll made with part of Danny's energy as his core.
And then it's.. uhh.. sth sth Valeska finally found out where they kept Danny and devour everyone there safe from Danny n 31 who helped him escape so now the three of them travel together~
The last pict is me thinking about clones and kingdom hearts :tm: so dramatic about Danny being the soul separated from the main body and 31 a clone made from part of the soul too and all that Not sure where I'm going with that but it do sound cool
And there's also Danielle but I'm not exactly sure.. how she would fit in? but it would be interesting if she was made from Danny's body somehow
so 31 made from part of teh soul and Dani from part of the body sounds poetic somehow
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virgilisspidey · 5 months
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If you do not mind me asking, how protective, on a scale of one to ten, are each of the brothers, Splinter and Aoi of Leo?
Does April know why the older brothers are a bit over-protective of Leo?
Have a good week.
This is actually a very interesting question, I love this so much.
I characterize Splinter the same way I would my own mom, so the experiences of Leo and his brothers are sometimes directly from my own experiences having a single mother.
Splinter is a hands off asian parent as his kids got older. When they're toddlers, or little babies, he definitely is very hands on, but once they start to figure out how the world works on their own, he doesn't get involved. When his sons do get sick, that's when he starts to scold and take care of them at the same time and it's different for every brother. He's stern on Raph because he's the eldest and overworking himself is bad, he's exasperated at Donnie because he should know better, and he's indulgent to Mikey because he knows that his you begs needs all the affection he can get.
But with Leo, who is a very sickly child, he's cautious, he's softer, because at any moment something bad could happen.
Pulling from my own life experience, my mom almost had us go to the doctor to diagnose me with asthma because I just kept on coughing and coughing until I couldn't breathe.
That scares any parent and let me tell you, my mom stayed up all night every night making sure I didn't get sweaty, that I had water next to me, that I was breathing.
Consecutively until it was manageable on my own.
That's what Splinter did to Leo when he was younger and you can imagine that ten times harder because they're in a very much unsanitary environment.
He's not overly protective like how some media would exaggerately protray, but he's watching and he's ready to take care of Leo when he needs to because a parent can't always lower their guard, even if their kids are all grown up.
I'd say 6/10, normally, and not because he doesn't care, it's because he knows his boys can handle it, he's just there in case they can't. Definitely a 10/10 when he gets in trouble (bodyswap chapter)
Raph and Donnie are on different wavelengths.
Raph has adapted Splinter's style of worrying since he's seen it and remembers it most clearly being the eldest. He knows all the stuff he needs to do when Leo gets sick, he's ready for it. He knows more about how to take care of Leo when he's sick than remembering to grab an epipen for his peanut allergy (which his brothers always carry for him anyway). But he lets Leo do his thing anyway and let him whine about thw consequences later, he still would've liked for Leo to avoid getting sick.
Raph is a solid 7/10.
Donnie on the other hand, had a much deeper connection to Leo because they're the sickly boys. Donnie can't play because of his shell, Leo can play because he can't even stand up for more than five seconds.
Donnie's approach on things is tryong to figure out a solution to the problem before it gets to Leo. Hence, trying to bust the ghost which backfired.
If you can also notice, Donnie's the most careful around Leo, unlike in the show where he just lets his brothers fumble, he puts in the effort to help Leo from time to time and he's the first to know something is wrong.
Donnie is a 9/10 but he doesn't really show it.
Mikey is mostly a bystander. He doesn't remember much about Leo being sick because he's young and typically when older siblings get sick your parents forbid you from seeing them much.
He does know the basic rules about the things Leo isn't allowed to do, but other than that, he doesn't do much, which again, reflects on my own home situation.
Leo in this instance can be compared to my older sister. She's not sickly or anything when she was younger (unlike me) but when she does get sick it's really bad. And watching my mom take care of someone I consider as strong really pulls my heart, and not in a good thing, because watching your big sister be like that is scary sometimes.
Mikey considers Leo getting sick scary, even more so when he experienced it himself (the bodyswap chapter) so he's more aware and conscious about it now.
Probably like a 7/10 as well.
Aoi, of course, is pretty protective, that's definitely a solid 10/10, but he's protective about all of them.
All of them, however, do not have the exaggerated sort of overprotectiveness like
"DONT WORRY LEO, I'LL CARRY YOU SO YOU DONT HAVE TO TOUCH THIS DIRTY PUDDLE LEST YOU GET SICK!!"
No, they're not like that, because Leo refuses to be treated like that.
Like how they are with Donnie's softshell, they tease each other about it, but don't actively refer to him being immunocompromised as a burden or a problem that needs to be fixed.
It's a part of their day to day lives.
There's no need to romanticise it. To glamorize it or to bring more attention to it or make it an even bigger deal than it really is.
Because trust me, the more you put more attention to that part of a person, they'll view themselves more as a burden than it being a normal part of themselves that they have to just deal with.
Leo isn't a baby, his family knows that.
This applies to anyone and everyone with disabilities as well!! Treat them like you would treat a normal person.
EDIT: OOPSY FORGOT THE APRIL QUESTION. Nah she don't know much other than the fact that Leo is sickly.
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speerlyswhore · 11 months
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Young Altan reading stories to baby Rin <3
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“Did I do something wrong?” Altan had asked her, his eyes round with fear.
Hanelai had kissed his forehead, “My darling, never, but you should not use the fire. I need you to promise me you won’t use it.”
“Okay, I promise,” Altan said, earnest and eager again, before bouncing off to tell Rin another story or sing her another song.
Yall go read i want auroras and sad prose i want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet by thetravelingbard
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elbdot · 1 year
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thoughts on Tinkaton?
VERY solid design. VERY good Pokemon, here comes Amy the Hedgehog
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10/10. Didn't care to catch it but that doesn't mean I can't see its appeal (I'm just not very interested in fairy types, that's all)
I could NOT care LESS about its pre-evos tho, especially the killer baby just kind of creeps me out and its SO weirdly proportionated, it kinda looks like an AI-generated fakemon jgfkjgdfgjkf SORRY
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Go away. Eww. Where did you get that hammer from. Wait. Where is Corviknight
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books-and-tears · 7 months
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If talented mr ripely came out now it wouldve down NUMBERS on here
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shiveringrodent · 1 year
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It doesn’t have to be this way, Vash.
We will live, forever and together.
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